i like how i coo over her like she's a child when she's old enough to be my mom

Prompt: Naegi and Kirigiri with Saihara as their child (PS this is spoiler-free and I haven’t played/watched the game so excuse me for mischaracterizing)

A/N for @qosic a WAY belated birthday gift. Dude, I love you so much that I would write naegiri for you. Thanks for being awesome and I hope this will be enough for your forgiveness at my late greeting.

Another Detective in the Family - naegiri with child saihara

When Saihara was born, they never talked about his talent.

Instead the parents cried and cooed at a healthy baby born and how they would protect him and shower him in love. Whether or not he had talent was not a concern of theirs so long as he was happy. Makoto did joke before that he wished their son didn’t inherit his luck if that counted as a discussion. Kyouko was still smooth as ever when she calmly mentioned that their son would most likely inherit his hope. They both blushed at that, him more so than her. It was nice and peaceful and all was right in the world in those moments.

When Saihara grew up, he inevitably showed talent.

At first it was just interest in his parents’ works which then developed into skill. He solved his first mystery when he was four and the culprit was his father who ate his mother’s pudding. It was an easy first case but he had been proud over debunking his father’s alibi. He had a feeling that his mother knew all along but just milked the situation for his father’s reaction. The next time they went grocery shopping, they bought him extra pudding as a reward.

From then on, he pursued mysteries with a wonderlust. He solved them left and right and he grew bolder with each success. It seemed as though he was already set on the path of being a detective just like his mother. However, unlike his mother, he didn’t become cold and distant in his work. He took after his father when it came to being social. He was friendly enough and made sure that everyone was at least  comfortable around him. His mother made no comment on his work ethic and his father cheered him on. He would make them proud.

At the tender age of seven, he was a prodigy.

A prodigy that was still babied by his parents just because they can.

“Mom, I have some news.” He declared as soon as he caught sight of her in the living room.

“Really?” Kyouko asked although judging by her tone, it sounded rhetorical.

Saihara’s smile immediately turned into a scowl or at least it was supposed to be but it came out as a pout. “You already know, don’t you?”

She hummed playfully. “If you say so then what ever gave me away?”

This was a test and he just knew it. Ever since he started showing interest, she also began to train him in subtle ways. Sure it was fun at first but after a few years, it got old fast. Well more like annoying since they were easy and she knew how he felt about the easier tests but still handed them out. Her excuse was that it was to drill in the basics but he knew better and that she just wanted to tease him.

He took a moment to reorganize his thoughts into a concise explanation. “Well you’re early but not too early. That provides just the right time frame for you to meet auntie given his schedule. However, the incriminating evidence is that your blouse has wrinkles around the shoulder area that could only be acquired by someone placing their arms there in a hugging manner. And you never let anyone but auntie do that. Given auntie’s nature, I have no doubt that she already told you about the news.”

Kyouko stared at him, her silence carrying judgement with every passing second. “Nice try.” She curtly said.

“Nice try? Not well done?” He asked incredulously.

“It’s not a bad induction.” She shrugged. “However, it is incorrect.”

“Incorrect?” He gasped. It was like a blow was dealt to his gut.

“I learned about the news from your uncle this morning. Everything else, I planned and planted.” She explained in a collected manner and then surprised him at the tenderness in her touch when she patted his head comfortingly. “It seems that you have much to learn since you were deceived easily.”

“It wasn’t that easy. I’m going to see through it next time.” He grumbled and covered half of his face in embarrassment.

“There, there.” She smiled as she continued to pat him.

Makoto came home shortly after and gave both of them warm hugs. “How was your day, Saihara?” He affectionately brushed his hair.

“M'fine.” He mumbled though he did not pull away.

“Oh, Kyouko. It looks like you already know about the news. Did uncle tell you?” Makoto said when he turned towards her.

“Seriously?” Saihara’s jaw dropped. “How did you even find out about that? I thought mom was the detective between the two of you!”

“I have my fair share of experiences at solving mysteries.” He winked at his son. “I just might be better than you.”

“How??” He squawked at how infuriatingly talented his father was. “At least tell me how you figured it out!”

“A lucky guess?” Makoto just laughed at his son’s scrunched up face. “Just kidding, kiddo. I actually saw them when uncle delivered the news.”

Saihara practically fumed. He was played by his parents. Twice! “I hate you both.” He grumbled.

“Love you more.” Kyouko giggled.

“Love you too!” Makoto chuckled.

Despite Saihara’s weak protests, Makoto pulled the three of them together in for another bear hug which Kyouko obliged. He ended up smiling with them and although he did laugh, he refused to acknowledge that out loud. More than the thrill and satisfaction of solving mysteries, he thought that it was moments like these that topped his list. Here, in the safety and warmth of his loving parents. He forgets and forgives them for teasing but they would never let him forget that he was their beloved son.

When Saihara looked up to his parents, he didn’t think of talent since all he saw was love.

From the Dining Table, Pt. 2 (Ethan)

Summary: Ethan finally comes across your letter after many years and begins his journey to find you.

Word Count: 2,181

Warnings: Vomiting, mentions of vomit

Author’s Note: I finally finished part 2! It ended a little differently than I had intended just because I was accumulating a large word count so quickly and I wanted to cut it short before I lost you guys… But, this means a part 3 will ensue! This is written from Ethan’s point of view, and it involves a couple flashbacks, so I hope you guys are able to follow along. Also, “Y/L/N” means “your last name.” Please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy! Requests are open.

Part 1

“Breaking news coming out of Hollywood this morning… Ethan Dolan reportedly calls it quits in the middle of filming his latest movie after having what sources are calling a ‘nervous breakdown.’ The former YouTube sensation-turned-A-list-actor was said to have stormed off of set yesterday unprovoked and has not been seen or heard from by family and friends since. There has been no word on how long production on the movie has been stalled for, or if Dolan will be welcomed back to the cast should he choose to return to the film. We’ll continue to report the latest updates on this story as they come in.”

I shove my headphones into my ears and crank the volume up until the shrill voice of the E! News reporter disappears, disgusted that even in LAX, one of the world’s most famous and populated airports, celebrity gossip matters more than world affairs. Pulling the brim of my baseball cap down farther over my eyes, I shift in my seat and pray that no one is paying enough attention to their surroundings to recognize me. I’m sitting in the terminal completely alone and would like to keep it that way— no security guards, no screaming fans mobbing me, no soccer moms hesitantly walking up to me asking for a picture for their ‘daughter.’ Yeah, right. I know for a fact that some of those moms go out on movie dates with their girlfriends on Friday nights just to oodle over me and it’s absolutely disgusting. Don’t they have husbands waiting for them back home?

I sigh and glance down at my jean pocket holding the piece of paper that brought me to the airport in the first place. Is the E! News reporter incorrect in saying that I stormed off of set of the movie I was contracted to film months ago? No, actually, but she is incorrect in saying that it was ‘unprovoked.’ For the last couple of years, my life has been a whirlwind of traveling, transitioning from YouTube to making movies, red carpets, parties, drugs, alcohol, girls, it never seemed to end. The life I have now is everything I could have ever wanted at eighteen years old, but as I learned over time, it didn’t come without sleepless nights and regret over losing the one person that unapologetically stood by my side since we were kids. The more opportunities I was presented with, the more fame I gained, the farther I pushed her away and for what reason, I don’t remember now. But no matter how hard I tried to rid myself of her, she never left me. She haunted my dreams and called out for me when I would least expect it. I could hear her whispering to me in the wind and I would feel her body up against mine in every bed I slept in. Time didn’t make it better; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I most recently have been plagued with images of her choosing to marry someone else, to carry someone else’s children, and in the middle of one of those visions, I decided I had had enough. That’s when I found the letter, and after spending hours reading it, re-reading it, kicking myself for putting her through so much pain, and bawling at the realization of what I had become, I dashed to the airport knowing exactly where I would find her.

A couple other people in the terminal begin to shift in their seats and look at their tickets. I rip one headphone out of my ear just in time to hear the airline employee call for the boarding of first class passengers. Grabbing my backpack and ticket, I fly to the front of the line, head down, hoping to create as little of a scene as possible.

“Welcome aboard, Mr. Dolan,” the employee coos as she scans my ticket and checks my I.D. all too slowly. “What business do you have flying to Newark today?”

What business do I have? What business does she have asking that question?

“I… um… I’m paying an overdue visit to an old friend,” I mumble, trying to keep the irritation in my voice at bay.

“Ah, I see. Well, I hope you have a safe and comfortable trip back home.” She flashes a toothy smile as I take off to find my seat in the aircraft. With so much pep in her voice, I wonder how many glasses of wine she drinks at night before being able to dull the aching emptiness in her chest.

Wait, did she just say, ‘back home?’ How the hell would she have known that I… Oh god, she’s a closeted fan, too. Yep, E! News is going to sink their teeth into that headline: “An AWOL Ethan Dolan was spotted by an LAX employee boarding a plane to New Jersey, seemingly desperate to get back to his home state. What could he possibly be trying to run away from in L.A.? Or, could he be running toward something instead?”

I settle into the cushioned seat, my mind trying struggling to remember the last time I flew on a commercial aircraft. I almost forgot how to even book a ticket in the first place; having done it on a computer last, trying to confirm one on my phone on the way here proved to be even more difficult. My brain continues to search, scanning over memories in reverse chronological order until it lands on the right one, forcing up a wave of nostalgia and nausea, too:

“Y/N!” I shouted, hunched over the Mac in the living room of our dingy apartment. “Come here! I want to show you something!”

“What is it, babe?” Her voice cascaded through the air and settled on my skin, giving me goosebumps. God, how I loved her voice.

“I can’t tell you! You’ll have to come see it.”

Her slippers dragged against the carpet as she approached me from her bedroom. I stood up to block the computer screen, not wanting to give the surprise away before I was ready.

“E, sweetheart, this better be super important,” she scolded, entering the room. “I was in the middle of my history mid-term paper and I had a groove going.”

I took in her beauty as she leaned against the door frame, crossing one leg over the other. Her hair was thrown into a ponytail at the top of her head, her reading glasses were falling down her nose, and the skin on her lips was peeling, most likely resulting from the way she constantly chewed on them when she was anxious or deep in thought. She was wearing an old hand-me-down t-shirt that she acquired from her older brother years ago, and because he was over a head taller than her, she was swimming in the fabric. Her legs were bare, but the shirt was so long on her body that she wasn’t revealing much. Her skin glowed in the light and the amused smirk on her face made my head spin.

Wow, I thought to myself in shock. This girl is all mine.

“E? Ethan? What was it you wanted to show me?” Her voice shook me from my thoughts and I broke out in a child-like grin.

“This paper is the last final you have to submit, right?”


“And then you’re not only done for the semester but done with your college career, right?”

“Yes, Ethan, we’ve talked about this.”

“And your commencement ceremony is tomorrow at noon?”

“Ethan, did you get knocked over the head with something? We’ve been discussing my graduation for months now.”

“I know, I know we have. But, what we haven’t talked about is the fact that the ceremony isn’t the only place you—uh—I mean, we, have to be tomorrow.”

Y/N cocked her head to the side and walked over to me. “Ethan… what is going on?”

I took a couple of steps to the right to reveal the hotel reservations and flight confirmation number displayed on the computer screen, barely able to contain my excitement. “We have a 6:30 flight tomorrow from L.A. to Orlando. Happy graduation-slash-early-birthday-present, babe. I’m taking you to Disney World.”

I smile at the memory of Y/N’s disbelief as it melted into shock, the shock then morphing into elation. Disney World, while being one of the most cliché vacations a couple could take together, had always been a top vacation destination for her since she was a child. She was never able to visit when she was young because her parents struggled financially, but I had the ability to make one of her childhood dreams come true, something she never stopped thanking me for. Had I known the flight to Orlando wasn’t just going to be the last time I would fly on a commercial plane, but with Y/N in general, I would have cherished the moment more. She was always my favorite person to travel with. I would have gone anywhere in the world with her.

I begin to gag from vomit trying to force its way up my throat. For some reason, my regret is always paired with puke, but refusing to let it get the best of me, I fish in the front pocket of my backpack for my bottle of pills I was first prescribed after telling my doctor about my visions of Y/N. Opening the cap, I pour out four Ativan and wash them down with a bottle of water I bought after clearing security. I close my eyes and lean back in my seat, letting the medication run through my system and forcing the thought of Y/N away from my mind.

I just need five hours in the air to think about absolutely nothing. I just need five hours of darkness and silence in order to face what I have done.

“Ethan? Ethan Dolan in the flesh and blood?”

I look down at the concrete porch of Y/N’s childhood home, shamefully unable to meet the gaze of her mother standing on the threshold of her front door.

“Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. Yes, it’s me.”

“Ethan, what business do you have showing up at my door after eight years of not speaking to my family?”

I pop my head up. Eight years? It’s been eight years since seeing Y/N last? I grab the letter out of my pocket and unfold it to see when it was dated, something that I stupidly didn’t think to pay attention to when I first found it.

Oh, my god… Y/N dated the letter six years ago; she waited on me for two and a half years in L.A. before moving back home, and it still took me another six years to find this thing. How despicable.

Disgusted with myself, I suddenly become dizzy and lean over the porch railing to vomit into the grass below. Mrs. Y/L/N steps out onto the porch and places her hand on my back, rubbing it gently until I stop dry heaving long enough to catch my breath.

“You’re being kind to me, Mrs. Y/L/N, even after everything I’ve done,” I observe.

“Holding anger and hatred for someone never does any good, no matter how much they’ve hurt you, Ethan. I see you found Y/N’s note. I’m assuming that’s why you’re here?”

I nod, gripping the piece of paper tighter. “Would you be able to tell me where to find her?”

“I can, but you might not like the answer.”

I raise an eyebrow, another wave of nausea washing over me.

“She bought the house, Ethan. The brick house on the corner of Oak Street, the one that–“

“The one that we talked about buying together since we were fourteen,” I finish for her.

Mrs. Y/L/N shrugs her shoulders. “Once your channel took off and she moved to L.A. with you, she started college out there and I thought maybe that dream became more of a fleeting thought for her. I don’t think she expected to ever come back to New Jersey; I certainly didn’t expect her to, at least because I knew that she would follow you wherever you went and I knew that you wouldn’t end up back here… You were destined for greater things than this town could offer you. But I suppose Y/N never forgot about it, after all.”

I press my lips into a hard line, working to keep my tears at bay. “You’re right, I don’t like that answer.”

“Well, then you should know one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“She doesn’t live there alone, Ethan.”

Fishing the keys of my rental car out of my other pocket, I glance sideways at Mrs. Y/L/N. “What do you mean?”

“I think it’s best that you find out for yourself, but be prepared. What you find might hurt you.” Mrs. Y/L/N places a peck on my cheek. “It was nice to finally see you again, Ethan.”

I close my eyes, desperately afraid that my visions of Y/N weren’t just visions after all.

“Thanks. You too. I just hope Y/N feels the same way.”

My Babe's Impressions of FFXV Characters

So my babe @actualdannyfenton knows nothing about Final Fantasy and they gave me their impressions of Final Fantasy XV characters that I sent them and had me crying. Here they are~

Noctis Lucis Caelum: “Look I know I said I outgrew my emo phase but MCR just released that new logo and MOM LISTEN TO THE NEW LOGO”.

Prompto Argentum: This man spends at least half an hour every morning doing his hair like that. If he doesn’t have time he slaps some gel in it and sticks his head out the window for a similar effect. He shops at Hot Topic but would never own up to it. Probably got those gloves from his emo little sister’s closet. He’s constantly saying he’s not gay but anytime ‘BUT MOM IT’S MCR’ shows up his heart melts a lil.

Gladiolus Amicitia: “Look man I’m not gay but twenty dollars is twenty dollars”. He probably acts super tough but he has a pack of Capri Suns in his bag at all times and probably had like seven Tamagotchis growing up. This man is the Mom Friend. He kept his old DS and still checks on his Nintendo Dogs at least once a week.

Ignis Scientia: “Alright class please turn to page 284. Jordan, turn to page 69 (;”. Me, an Intellectual. He probably stabbed a fork into a socket on a dare in middle school and kept the hair because some chick said it looked cool. This dude got bullied so hard in middle school and every night he said to himself “I’ll be their manager some day” and now he works at the local CVS and gets into fights with people on the internet over mundane things.

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret: This girl keeps trying to impress 'BUT MOM MCR’ by faking to like his interests but in reality only 'Me, an Intellectual’ likes her and she’s PISSED. She has a septum piercing and anytime someone breathes in her immediate vicinity she feels the need to talk about it. “I’m Vegan.” “Okay coo-” “I’M A VEGAN EVERYONE SHOULD BE VEGAN VEGANS ARE THE ONLY DECENT PEOPLE ALIVE VEG-”.

Ravus Nox Fleuret: He wears a really long cape that gets in the way of everything he does and anytime someone asks why he keeps it on he says “it’s for aesthetic” very dramatically while flipping his hair. He cares more about how he looks taking over the world than his actual plan. He didn’t start trying to destroy everything until his hair was at the perfect length and wound up missing a perfect opportunity but he passed “my bangs are so uneven I can’t be seen ruling the world with imperfect hair!!!”. He puts on eyeliner every morning without fail.

Aranea Highwind: This is Camilla from Fire Emblem but with gray hair. Loves with a burning passion but kills just as easily. “Oh you’re sad sweetheart? Who do I need to kill to make you feel better? I’ll go get the axe”. She’s a great friend and gives excellent advice but should anyone cross her she makes them wish they were never born. She probably has a thing for MCR Boy too but he’s not too happy about it. 'Me, an Intellectual’ probably thinks he’s so much smarter than her but she could wipe the floor with his whiny mansplaining ass in chess. Best friends with 'I’m not gay but twenty dollars is twenty dollars’.

Regis Lucis Caelum: Probably MCR Boy’s dad who just needs a break. He thinks his troubles are finally over until the new P!ATD album drops. He has never seen a child wear jeans so tight. Rumor has it that if you hear a loud rumbling noise from the castle it’s just him sighing because MCR Boy just found a new FOB song. He doesn’t know what a Tumblr is and everyday he thanks the lord for that until his son comes in and says “dad if I get 10,000 notes on a post will you take me to Warped Tour”.

Ardyn Izunia: Gwaine from Merlin but with purple hair. Probably has some fancy European accent. Every character is in love with him except for 'Me, an Intellectual’ who hates how he so flawlessly gets everyone to love him. Kicks ass while still having perfect hair. He probably sold his soul for the hair to stay so well sculpted in battle. “L'Oréal: Because I’m worth it”.

Iris Amicitia: “Sure, Jan”. She just came here to see her friend 'Septum Piercing’ but 'Me, an Intellectual’ showed up and is complaining about how women are taking over and she just has this fucking face. She has so much restraint but her bullshit limit is almost reached and she’s about ten seconds from punching 'Me, an Intellectual’ in his fedora wearing face. Always a sweetheart but she has her limits.

Cindy Aurum: “Call me whatever you want for having my tits out but you’re the one who was looking”. Self-confidence goddess who inspires everyone around her to love themselves. A literal sunflower. She’s like 79% gay. She might seem a little dim to some people but get her talking about something she cares about and holy hell is she a genius. Let’s people make their own assumptions about her so she knows who her real friends are.

Cid Sophiar: Old Man Jenkins. He acts like a super grouchy old bastard but deep down he cares about his misguided MySpace grandchildren. Probably makes them care packages for the road but says they’re from Lesbian Self Care Goddess. “ TAKE YOUR ATTITUDE AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS have fun on your adventures kids be safe call me when you get there AND GET A DAMN HAIRCUT”.

Cor Leonis: A girl broke up with him once ten years ago and he’s been locked away writing sad emo poetry about how nice guys finish last ever since. Watches romance anime exclusively and has a Hatsune Miku body pillow. Probably a Brony tbh. MCR Boy needs help finishing a quest but he won’t stop talking about how he was “so CRUELLY friendzoned and how LIFE IS POINTLESS without the LIGHT OF LOVE I mean I bought her dinner and wasn’t a total ass WHAT MORE DOES SHE WANT”.

Nyx Ulric: Gray haired Draco Malfoy. Rich boy spoiled and groomed to be evil all his life but he’s really just naive. Has no idea what’s going on 99% of the time but he’s just trying his best. Doesn’t really agree with the shady things going on but he’s smart enough not to question Old Man Aesthetic Cape. Eyeliner Villain is probably his dad. Also probably a giant douche canoe but if you call him out on it HIS FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS.

Gentiana: Her dad is also Old Man Cape Aesthetic. She’s trying so hard not to slap the shit out of his overdramatic ass and take over the world herself but she has appearances to keep up. Also probably tried to recruit MCR Boy to the Dark Side with her magic womanly wills but he’s too gay for Hot Topic Lord for that to work. Probably the only one in the entire game with half a brain cell.


Tagging: @momokitty27, @sailorkeann, @antisocial-creature, @batarangtotheheart

Imagine babysitting with Chris.

A/N: This is based off a prompt from an anonymous request and I think it’s so superbly adorable that I might actually make this the sequel to the ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’ mini-series. If you’ve read the mini-series, you’ll know the reader is a screen writer and they got married after she drunkenly admitted she was ready for the next step. You can read it here (I’ll link it as soon as I get home) but you don’t have to, this should be able to standalone as its own mini-series. So shall we?

Chris waited by the front door with the stroller and your baby niece in his arms, while you filled Dodger’s food and water bowl and made sure everything in the house that needed to be off and locked was. You were babysitting your eldest brother’s one year old for the week while he and your sister-in-law were out of town. Your parents had been the first choice but Chris begged and pleaded for the opportunity, bugging your brother so much that it finalized his decision to leave Phoebe with the two of you instead.

But Chris’ persistence wasn’t the only reason; your brother said and you quote, “the man’s going to put a baby in you soon, you might as well have some practice.” You laughed but you knew he was right. You had been with Chris for five years now, married only for one but already discussing the possibility of starting a family; a subject you’d unknowingly brought up before you even got proposed to when you were drunk, but since then there had been serious conversations about it.

The only reason the baby making hadn’t started was because of you, you were still unsure and stalling; Chris knew which was why he asked to take care of Phoebe. You didn’t know that but you knew you’d eventually have to stop talking and start doing, you and Chris weren’t getting any younger and both moms from either side were itching for you and Chris to join your siblings in the Parent Club; your two brothers- James, who had a son and a daughter; Scott, who had a daughter; and Chris’ oldest sister- Carly, who had two sons and a daughter.

“Hurry up, Aunt Y/N.” You heard Chris addressing you with a childlike voice to appease your squirming niece. “We’re getting really bored over here and we want to go out. Don’t we, Bumble Bee?” He cooed and bounced her, drawing small giggles from the one year old. “We want to go outside, yes we do.”

“I’m coming,” you called back as you grabbed Phoebe’s diaper bag from the kitchen counter. You checked the contents yet again, unsure if giving Chris the job of stocking it was the right decision. “Chris-” you narrowed your eyes at the small Ziplock of Gummi Bears. “What’s this?” You held it up and his eyes narrowed in confusion at your question.

“A Ziplock of Gummi Bears?”

“I can see that,” you chuckled. “Why did you pack them? Phoebe can’t eat these yet, she’s one.” You told him then realized when he laughed. “You packed them for me, didn’t you?” You asked then chuckled when he nodded. “Well- we’re leaving them behind,” you said and placed the bag on the nearest table. “I don’t need the distraction when we’ve got a ton of Christmas shopping to do, and a child to watch. Trust you to pick the busiest time of the year to offer our babysitting services.”

“Like we’d have any trouble with this angel.” He said then poked her tiny palm with his stubby finger; she wrapped her hand around his finger then laughed when he did. “She’s so adorable,” he told you, brushing her brown locks out of her chubby face. “I am so glad we have her for the week.”

“Don’t speak too soon, my love. Let’s not forget that it’s only been a few hours.” You reminded him as you walked over, tucking the diaper bag in the basket compartment under the stroller. “She’s an angel now ‘cause her daddy just dropped her off. She’s still unaware she’s stuck with us for the week, but once she realizes that- all hell’s going to break loose and you’re going to be wishing you had let Scott and Lexi take her to Mom’s instead.”

“You clearly don’t know how much I like kids,” he defended.

“You clearly don’t know how well I know my niece,” you countered.

“She’s my niece too, Y/N.” He rolled his eyes at you then turned to smile at Phoebe, who was too busy playing with his hand to flash him one of her smiles. “And I love her to bits, which means- she could kick, scream, and cry, and I’d still think she’s perfect.”

“Hold up.” You pulled out your phone from your back pocket and opened the voice recorder app, pressing the red button to start the recording. “I would just like it on the record,” you told him and he chuckled softly. “You know, so that when she does kick, scream, and cry- you can deal with her without complaints.”

“Fine.” He wrapped his free hand around your wrist and pulled your phone closer to his mouth. “Hey Future Chris, Past Chris talking. I’d just like to remind you that we said Phoebe could kick, scream, and cry, and we’d still think she’s perfect. So don’t you dare complain 'cause you know how much we hate it when Y/N gets that smug gleam in her eyes.” He smirked at you and you chuckled. “Don’t worry though, Bumble Bee’s an angel. I’m sure we’ll have a great week with her despite what Y/N says, she’s a pessimist.”

“Shut up,” you laughed and turned off the recording, saving it before slipping your phone back into your back pocket. “Let’s go because we’ve got a lot of Christmas shopping to do and I want to get it done before dinner.”

“Yeah, let’s go!” Chris cheered in a childlike voice, making Phoebe laugh and you smile.

• • • • • • • •

Chris pushed Phoebe in the stroller while you did the shopping, it was the same every year- not the stroller pushing but the you doing the shopping. Every Christmas since you became his significant other, he’d pass the responsibility of shopping for people in his life over to you; he wasn’t bad at it, you were just better and he was just lazy. The only people he shopped for now was you, his mom, and yours because- well, he couldn’t make you buy your own present and he was a huge momma’s boy.

“Oh my God,” you heard Chris gasp and you turned around, smiling when you saw what he had in his hand; it was a little baby reindeer onesie. “Tell me your heart didn’t just melt a little,” he pouted and you chuckled. “We’re definitely getting this.” He said and tossed it in your basket.

“Chris,” you chuckled and pulled it back out. “We don’t need this, Phoebe’s the only baby in the family and- I’m pretty sure she’s already got one of these at home.” You hung it back on the rack but he took it back down, giving you serious puppy dog eyes. “Chris, no.” You laughed. “What are we going to do with that?”

“We’re going to have a baby of our own and dress her or him in it,” he answered and tossed it back in your basket. You sighed but made no effort to take it out, knowing he wouldn’t let up. “We’re already talking about it, Y/N. Collecting cute little outfits and knick-knacks for our future child is the next step.”

“You really need to keep it down,” you chuckled softly as you joined his side. He wrapped an arm around you, pushing the stroller with one hand while the two of you walked down the Baby Clothing’s aisle. “Let’s not forget we’re not normal people, the last thing we need is one of your fan girls overhearing us talking about having babies.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re already going to make the front page walking around with Phoebe,” he chuckled softly and smiled down at Phoebe who was smiling up at her uncle. “A lot of strangers already think she’s our child, won’t be long before someone recognizes us and tweets about it. I think that blonde lady back there felt like she knew me but wasn’t sure.”

“You do look different in person,” you nodded.

“Still, we’re going to get caught eventually,” he said and you rolled your eyes. “We always do,” he reminded you. “How many times have we had to stop to take photos or sign something? Even you, Miss Screen-writer, have had to sign a copy or two of your scripts.”

“Yeah-” you pursed your lips, “how do people just have that on hand? It’s weird,” you said and he chuckled. “But we’re not going to get caught this time, everyone’s too busy shopping to bother with us. And- you and I, we’re going to keep our hats on,” you tugged at his NASA cap and he chuckled. “The most- we pretend to not know what they’re talking about and be a cute little family of three. We are getting a lot of compliments.”

“Here comes one now,” Chris whispered in your ear, beckoning his head at an older couple smiling at the three of you. “Hi there,” he greeted the old lady who was cooing at Phoebe; she looked up at the two of you and smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” her husband said with a smile. “You two make a very good looking couple,” he complimented, making both you and Chris smile. “And your daughter is just beautiful, much like your wife. You’re a lucky man,” he nodded at Chris and Chris chuckled softly.

“What’s her name?” The old lady asked.

“Phoebe,” you told her and her smile widened.

“That’s my daughter’s name,” she told you and you smiled. “Your girl is just beautiful, she has your eyes.” You chuckled softly because it wasn’t the first time you’d heard that; Phoebe had your brother’s eyes and you looked a lot like him. “Just one girl?”

“We’re planning for more,” Chris answered before you could tell the lady the baby actually belonged to your brother. “How could we not when the first one turned out so perfect?” He said then smiled at you; you stifled your chuckle but nodded in agreement.

“We hope everything works out for you, you’re a beautiful family.” The old lady complimented then took her husband’s arm. “Merry Christmas,” she said. The couple smiled at your little family of three once more before returning to their own shopping.

“We’re a beautiful family,” Chris repeated, beaming. “What’s that- the eighth one in two hours?” He nudged your arm, grinning like an idiot and making you laugh. “Can we please have a baby of our own now? Like- no more talk, we’ve talked enough. Let’s just have a baby already,” he practically begged.

“Get through this week and we’ll see.”

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Goodnight Moon (Calum/4)

In honor of @wivesosluke and @malumshighlight and their domestic!5SOS Blurb Night! I’ll try and write the ideas I’ve got for the other three boys as soon as possible! Hope you enjoy the 2.9k of Dad!Calum below. Let me know what you think?

(Song is ‘Goodnight Moon’ by Go Radio. Kudos to @clummyhood for the awesome CTH-playlist they shared earlier this week!)

  1. Scene 1 - Hospital room: Y/D/N was born less than two hours ago

And don’t go to bed yet love, I think it’s too early
And we just need a little time to ourselves
If my wall clock tells me that it’s 4 in the morning I’ll give it hell

Calum’s sitting in the heavy chair he’d dragged from the corner of the room to your bedside, your newborn daughter bundled up in a pink blanket and carefully cradled in his arms. Y/D/N had just been fed when he managed to pry her out of your arms and into his. She’s sleepily blinking up at her dad who she’s meeting for the very first time.

“She’s got quite the grip on her daddy,” Calum chuckles quietly. “Takes after her mommy in that way, if you ask me.”

“I’ve never heard you complain, buddy.” You mumble. You’re exhausted, having been here since six o’clock last night. It’s almost four in the morning now. You close your eyes, hoping for some shut-eye before the cavalry would show up, no doubt bouncing off the walls in their excitement of meeting the newest Second of Summer.

“Y/N?” He asks softly. You hum, but your eyes stay closed. “I think she’ll have your eyes…”

“It’d only be fair; don’t you think?” You mumble. “She’s your spitting image: I’d be disappointed if I’d carried her inside me for nine months, only to realize that there’s no way of telling she’s mine apart from the stretchmarks…”

“Shut up,” He grumbles. “You’re beautiful and the mother of my child: no one will ever compare to you.”

You peek an eye open, smirking. “Who knew you becoming a dad would turn you into a giant sap? What happened to Calum Hood, resting bitch face™?”

“I repeat: shut up, Y/N,” Calum blushes, looking down at his daughter. “Open your eyes for me, though?”

You whine. “Dude, your kid took eight hours to worm her way out of my uterus: can’t you let me sleep?”

“Fine, fine,” Calum mocks. “Our daughter inherited my favorite feature of yours, but curse me for wanting to admire that magical gift bestowed upon us…”

You smile, opening your eyes and looking at the father of your child. “You’re a drama queen, Calum Hood.”

“Too late, Y/N Y/L/N: I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.” He grins self-satisfied.

“Only for the first eighteen years of her life, Hood.” You smirk. “Will pass by in the blink of an eye…”

Calum’s mouth falls open at your sass.

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Fluffmas Day 19-Meeting Santa (Hamilsquad x Reader)

A/N: Wasn’t really sure how do this prompt but I gave it a shot so I hope you enjoy!

“Have I specified how dumb I think this is?” asked Alexander.

“Yes, five times already and that’s just for the time we’ve been in line.” You said, not letting Alex’s grinchyness damper your holiday spirit.

“Don’t listen to him, babe. He’s just jealous that you’re going to sit on another man’s lap.” commented Hercules, smiling at Alex’s pouty face.

John chuckled. “She’s not sitting on another man’s lap—”

“I’m sitting on Santa’s lap!” You cheered, eye shining bright in happiness. Your bobbing up and down as you bounced with excitement.

“This is so embarrassing…” grumbled Alex.

“We’ve done more embarrassant things though and it has never stopped us before.” stated Lafayette.

You and your boyfriends stood out like sore thumb in the line that had mostly kids and their parents. You were okay with standing in line yourself to get a picture and meet them by the exit, but they had insisted on going with you. Alexander because he was jealous, Hercules because he was protective, John because he wanted some pictures of you with Santa, and Laf because he was curious.

“Stop be such a Scrooge, Alex.” spoke Hercules, slapping Alex on the back of the head.

“I’m just saying this is kinda childish. You know…” Alex leaned so the surrounding kids couldn’t hear him. “That Santa Claus isn’t real, right?”

“Of course I know that, Alex! I’m not a child!” You pouted at him. What did he take you for! “This is Christmas tradition for me!”

Your boyfriends stared at you for an explanation. You sighed, pulling out your phone to show them the old childhood pictures your mom had sent to you.

“Awww, you were so cute as a baby~” beamed John, cooing over your two year old self. “Look at those chubby cheeks~”

“You were so plus petit as a fille!” commented Laf.

“Look at this one! She doesn’t have her front teeth! Bet you asked for those as a present that year!” joked Hercules.

“You had braces!” Alexander couldn’t contain his laughter at your shy metallic smile that dominated your preteen years.

“Enough laughing about my awkward years!” You spat. “The point is that my parents always took me to get a picture with Santa ever since I was little. This will be my first Christmas away from them and…”

You had to leave them when you moved to New York and were so busy with college and working that it was too expensive and too late to go home for the holidays.

“……I wanted to send them the picture to let them know I carried on the tradition.” You looked away trying to hide your blushing face.

You were quickly enveloped in a giant group hug by your boyfriends.

“That’s one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard.”

“You should have told us sooner, babe!”

“We are so honoré to do this with you, mon belle.~”

“I’m sorry for being so obnoxious and judgemental.”

After peeling them off you, because they were making a scene. You quieted them down and moved through the line to go get your picture.

Later you got a call from your mother about how funny the picture you sent was, saying how she really liked John’s dabbing pose.

Lily’s Hey Jude Lullaby // Dean

Summary: Dean was always the one to deny help when he needed it but when his wife and his separated when his daughter was a few months old. Life went down hill when Anna walked out on Lily officially. It left Dean with a full time job as both a parent and a career. What will he do?

Characters: daddy!dean x reader, Becky Rose x oldersister!Reader, Lily Winchester (OC), Sam Winchester, Anna Milton (mentioned), Bobby and Castiel Novak.

Words: 1788

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters. Nor do I own any gifs, images or songs used.

Warnings: Fluff and Becky’s stalker tendencies (mentioned)

Author: Caitsy

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A/N: This was completely adorable to write. Requested by @komunyska


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Originally posted by dark-dagger

Dean was going to rip his hair out because Anna, his now ex-wife, had sent a invitation to her shot-gun wedding. It was sent to both him and Lily as if to spite him. He didn’t even know since she had left her daughter behind with documents to prove it.

It hurt more when the name on the invitation had his childhood best friends name on it. James Castiel Novak, he had to take another glance because it stated his first given name. Up until third grade when Castiel left they had had three other James in their class so he was called his middle name.

Cas had lost touch with everyone here and he wasn’t one to have a social platform nor was there an address. Dean didn’t think that Cas knew he was marrying his best friend’s ex-wife. Dean didn’t know if he should go with his daughter because she wouldn’t remember it. For godlike Lily’s only a ten month old baby.

“Sh. Baby.” Dean said rocking his little girl to sleep, “Daddy’s got you. I’ll always be here for you.”

Not wanting to put her down but knowing he had to get some sleep for the early morning tomorrow. He had to be at work at six in the morning due to the important client coming into work and it was important because after he had to get over to the shop.

“Night sweetheart.” Dean said kissing the sleeping baby on the forehead before laying her down. Dean smiled watching his daughter smile in her sleep before he turned the night light on and left the room.

He was tempted to get a beer but he was trying to cut back for his daughter and he had forgot to pick up more. He was barely floating with caring for his daughter while also holding down two jobs in order to himself pay off his student loans. Despite landing a cushioning sport scholarship he had had to pay for his last year once an injury costed him the scholarship and a sports career.

“Time for bed.” Dean sighed going around the house to double check the doors and windows before checking the alarm.

Once he was in his room he stripped down to his boxers with a t-shirt. He had to get in the habit so when his daughter was older she wouldn’t run into her daughter wearing little clothing. He stretched before falling sleep with a picture of Lily being the last thing he saw.


Dean was making breakfast when Lily’s cries had Dean racing off towards her room. She was standing up in the crib with glassy eyes, sweaty skin and sneezing. He groaned picking up up out of the crib.

“You had to pick this day to be sick.” Dean sighed trying to soothe her, “I have to find a sitter. There’s no way Jo will let you in the daycare.”

Lily curled into his arms while he rubbed a hand over his head and carried the fevered baby downstairs. He had one option that would gladly looking after her so he punched in the number. He was making faces at the grumpy girl before his mother’s voice answered.

“Dean? Is there something wrong?” Mary questioned. His mother’s caring voice did the usual job of calming down Dean. She was up always at his time by habit.

“Lily’s sick and I don’t know anyone that can help. Mom I have to be at work at six and then I won’t get off for a longer time. Bobby gave me another shift.” Dean exclaimed soothing his daughter with exasperation.

“Oh honey.” Mary sighed, “I can’t look after her. I’m sorry but your dad and I already have plans.”

“Oh. I guess I can ask Sam and Sarah.” Dean pushed a hand through his hair again.

“Did you forget? They took the week off to go see Sarah’s parents before the baby is born.”

Remembering how his brother was telling how the family about the pregnancy in person didn’t help the situation. Dean growled in annoyance trying to remember anyone that could help him. He was drawing blanks because almost everyone would be working or lived in a different state.

“Give me a minute.” Mary mumbled placing the phone in the crook of her neck as she began going through the organized papers, “Becky, you remember her, she had an older sister about your age. She’s a elementary teacher so she’s on holidays now.”

“I don’t know. I’m not comf-“

“Dean, I know the girl.” Mary said not surprised at Dean hesitancy, “Give her a call okay?”


You were clicking your tongue not knowing what to do with yourself on the first day of summer holidays. It wasn’t warm enough for swimming nor did you feel like being around a lot of people. You were about to call your younger sister when the phone went off.


“Is this Y/N Rosen?” The deep male voice questioned.

“Depends on who’s asking.” You cautiously said.

“I’m Dean Winchester. My mom is Mary Winchester. She said you could help me.” The man, Dean, said, “My daughter came down suddenly with a cold and won’t be able to go to daycare. Is there any possibility you could look after her?”

“How old is she?” You inquired crossing on leg over the other.

“She’s just about one years old and rambunctious I will admit even at this age.” Dean admitted, “But she’s my Lily-pad.”

You bit your lip before agreeing to the information and gave your phone number with instruction to text his address. You got ready quickly before packing a bag to keep the young child interested and occupied.

The house you saw was small with a few toys laying in the front year that looked as if  they had been abandoned. You parked before strolling up the door, you gave yourself a pep talk before knocking. Even here you could the shrill scream of a child and fast paced feet that belonged to the man that had opened the door. Holding said child in his arms.

“I’m Y/N Rosen.” You said putting your hand out for him to shake.

“I’m Dean, thank you so much for doing this.” He sighed in relief, “Didn’t you drag your sister away from Sam?”

“She still likes him.” You muttered rolling your eyes. Your little sister was a pain in your ass and she had graduated high school. She still shouldn’t be wrapped around her childhood crush, “The amount of pictures have dwindled.”

Dean shook his head remembering how Becky Rosen was with her brother. She verged on stalker if both Dean and you were honest with yourselves. Becky didn’t even know about Sarah but with the amount of social media Sam blocked her on it wasn’t surprising.

“Who’s this little cutie?” You asked playfully making paces at the young child.

“This is Lily. Numbers and information is in the kitchen, there’s take-out menus sitting out if you want take-out or a frozen pizza.” Dean quickly said passing you his daughter, “Lily’s food is labeled and I made a sheet explaining what times to feed and what she needs.”

“Well planned out.” You chuckled. He sheepishly nodded before he was practically running to the nice car he owened.

“I’ll see you at around eight tonight!” He shouted practically speeding out of the driveway.

“Your dad is silly.” You laughed to the little girl. She giggled before pulling on your hair.


The day went by fast with Lily being content until in the last afternoon, she was screaming herself hoarse. You had given her medicine for the fever along with a soothing bath but nothing was calming the little girl. Her bedtime was creeping closer but nothing helped.

“Lily, come on. You need to sleep.” You muttered following what you saw your mom do when Becky was like this.

A bottle always helped and for awhile it worked for Lily but not anymore. You were having trouble figuring out what to do that you had no idea what time it was. You had turned on the radio in her room before you decided to sing to see if it would soothe her. You smiled when the song “Hey Jude” came on.

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Lily started to calm down more and more as the song came on. Her eyes were trained in your area.

Hey Jude, don’t be afraid
You were made to go our and get her
The minutes you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

You were smiling largely at the the baby when she started to coo along with you but it was the new voice that had you blushing. Dean was home leaning against the door frame and singing.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Lily was asleep in your arms when Dean finished the small part. You both stared at each other as the song went on as if there was a new light in both of you. Dean carefully took Lily out of your arms to tuck her in before he grabbed your hand to take you downstairs. He pulled a beer each out at the table.

“My mom sang that to Sam and I when we were kids. Sam didn’t enjoy it as much, he wasn’t one for the good songs.” Dean said taking a long sip from the bottle, “How was she?”

“Her fever went down but I gave her some medication before she went to sleep along with what you said to give her.” You smiled admiring the caring father. Yours had walked out on the family was a twenty-something secretary with large boobs and a smart brain apparently.

“I forgot to mention she only calms down hearing the first half of Hey Jude.” He chuckled shaking his head, “Mom says she takes after me almost too much.”

“She’s a sweet little girl.” You sighed. Dean tilted his head seeing you in a different light and it scared him.

“I have a question. You’re amazing with my daughter and I would like to know if you would like to grab dinner sometime?”

“Are you sure?”


“Well it’s date.” You laughed before talking more about your lives.

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Imagine being Chib’s daughter and having a baby with Juice

Originally posted by sandm1827

You were sitting on the wooden table top of the picnic table, the baby carrier sat on the section of bench between your feet as the 7 month old baby boy slept peacefully, as you waited anxiously for his father to be back in your arms. 

“Baby, are you here?” He called through the house as you held the papers Tara had just given you no less then two hours ago. They read as follows… 

            [Y/N] Telford 

           Pregnancy blood test results- positive 

            Come in monthly for check ups and begin a prenatal vitamin supplement. 

              Estimation of fetus development- two and a half months. 

 Attached to the paper was a black and white photograph of your baby… The baby you had and were still making with one Mr. Ortiz 

 "Babe, there you are.“ His smile lit up the room as you lifted your head from the ultrasound and smiled at him. 

"Hey, you’re home early." 

"Listen I gotta tell ya something.” He knelt in front of you and placed his tan hands on both knees, “I gotta tell ya something too." 

"Ok you go first.” Juice always did this, he would always want to hear about your day, or your news first, and he would listen to every word, and then you would do the same to him. 

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered and turned the ultrasound to him, and watched as his normally tan face became pale. 

“What’s wrong Babe?” You asked as his eyes grew and he looked at you, “I’m going to Stockton, along with half the club." 

"Aunt [Y/N]!” Abel shouted as he bolted from the car as his mother collected Thomas, who was the same age as your son. 

“Shhhh Abel, Jensen is asleep still.” You responded as the small toddler went on his tip toes to peer into the baby carrier at the little sleeping boy who wore a tattoo sleeved motorcycle onesie and the charter’s baby hat that Gemma had specially made for all the redwood original babies. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled out as he pulled himself onto the bench and then on to your lap. 

“It’s ok, are you excited for Daddy to be home?" 

"Yessssss.” He exclaimed with a giggle as Tara set Thomas on the bench next to your foot and son. 

“Hey mama.” You said, trying to imitate Gemma the best you could. 

“What are you now Gemma?” She asked with a smile as the queen herself pulled in. 

“I sure as hell hope not, and if I ever do I want you to put two in my head okay?” She chuckled softly as she sat next to you on the table and slung an arm around your shoulder, “Honey, you are never gonna be that type of old lady, now if I become like her, then I want you to put two to the back of the head, agreed?" 

"Agreed.” You whispered as the queen’s heels clucked against the pavement. 

“You’re what?” You asked, your smile fading as his words sunk in. 

“I’m sorry baby. It is club business, but I want you at the club house when all the shit goes down." 

"How long?” You asked as he reached up and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Jax said the deal he signed was for 14 months. I’m going to get out baby, and then the three of us will be a family." 


"Jax will be back with the bitch soon, we gotta go. I parked my bike in the garage already, when we get out someone will come by with the van to load it up okay?" 

"Yea.” You said as he took your hand and headed towards disaster. 

“You ratted?” He asked Jax as you all stood there in shock, the whole team was there, transporting van, cop cars, the ATF bitch and her two guards, and the whole club. 

“I’m sorry brother. I had no choice.” Jax yelled as he made eye contact with you, causing you to run at him and hug him before anyone could move. 

“You keep him safe you hear me?” You whispered as you felt a pair of hands grab your forearm. 

“Yea [Y/N]” He whispered back as Dirty Phil pulled you back, causing you to attach to Juice’s side.

 "Oh Jax, you had a choice, you just made the right one. Unfortunately for you though you also just labeled yourself as a rat. Cuff him.“ The bitch ordered, "and everyone else on the warrant." 

Juice pulled you closer, knowing his name was on that paper and kissed your temple. 

"I love you, both of you. I’ll call once I get the chance.” He whispered as your eyes welled with tears. 

“I love you too.” You muttered out right before the police ripped him away and throw him against the car, and patted him down. 

 Afterwards you sat at the bar, a cold glass of water sat in front of you as you thought of the next year. And then Chucky looked at you and started to hand you the phone, “It’s Chibs." 

"Hey Pops.” You said as you wiped your cheeks. 

“They’re dead, Jimmy and Stahl. Are they…" 

"Yea, I’ll have Chucky call…" 

"Nah lass we will, it will be alright though. No need to worry about Juicy Boy." 

"Daddy… I’m pregnant.” You whispered into the silence of the phone. 

“Has he seen Jensen yet?” Tara asked as the crowd slowly grew. 

“No, he told me that Stockton was no place to be bringing a baby, and that he would see him once he was out." 

"So this is a big day for three reasons.” Tara smiled as Lyla walked towards you, leaving Ellie, Kenny, and Piper to mingle with one another. 

“How are you two?” Lyla asked, she knew you and Tara had a ounce of jealousy towards the blonde bombshell, for she had her man for the last 14 months, even though he was with the others when they got caught, and she was getting married. 

“Good.” You and Tara answered in unison as Lyla sat on the table on the other side of you and looked at the small boys in both your’s and Tara’s arms. 

“I wish I could have a baby that small again, I give you both a lot of credit, I know how tough it is being a single mom these days." 

"Well Lyla you could have a baby too if you didn’t…” Tara started, you knew the direction she was trying to go. 

“Well Lyla thankfully we had a lot of help from each other, the club and you. I don’t think I could ever thank any of you enough.” You interjected, as she smiled at you, thankful that you stopped Tara. 

“Honey just you accepting my maid of Honor request is thanks enough.” She said as she held her hands out, triggering you to place your son in them, as his godmother stared at her. 

 "Do you mind if I walk around with him?“ Lyla asked 

"No, I am sure he will love it, but when the boys get back, I’ll need him back.” You smiled as she walked towards her own children, no doubt to let them all spoil Jensen. 

“I know you don’t like her much Tara, but she is becoming a part of this family." 

"I bet the marriage won’t even last that long, I give it a month before she cheats on Ope." 

"I was hoping for three.” You laughed as Thomas smiled at you. 

 As he smiled you heard the rumble, to others it could be mistaken for thunder rolls, but not you, or anyone else at this club house right now, those were motorcycles of all different kinds. Each belonging to a different member of the Redwood Original charter of SAMCRO. You stood on the bench and watched as each black beauty entered the lot, greeted by the cheers of the crowd. 

One bike caught your eye though, it was near the back of the group. Before you could even think you leapt down onto the concrete floor and dashed towards the party, searching for the man who caught your eye. When you finally saw him in the developing crowd of crow eaters, old ladies, friends, family and members, you went running and collided into his chest. His arms immediately wrapped around you and placed a kiss on your hair. The scent you missed so much overwhelmed your nose; leather and generic manly body wash scent. You lifted your head and looked at his face, his eyes were covered by his sunglasses but you knew they were shining, a huge smile spread across his face as you smiled back. 

“I missed you.” You whispered into his kutte. 

“I missed you too babe. I missed my son too." 

 And then it registered, Lyla still had Jensen, you turned to see that she was hugging Opie, no baby in hand, your head whipped towards Tara or Gemma but neither had him either, you were about to race to Lyla and ask who had him, but then you saw your father, who was pointing at you both. 

"Aye laddy, there is your father.” His Scottish voice said to the small child, who looked so much like his father. 

“Now I can only imagine that you are excited to met him, so here he is.” Your father came closer and handed Jensen to him. 

“Look Jensen it is Daddy.” You cooed as Juice took Jensen , a tear running down his face as he held his son for the first time. 

“Hey Jensen.” He whispered as held him close, you were now standing with your father, whose arm was thrown over your shoulder, “I think he will make a fine father.” Chibs whispered to you as you smiled at the sight before you. 

“Yea. I think he will, if not he has a kick ass motorcycle club who can teach him the ropes.” You joked as Chibs smiled also. 

“And kick Juicy boys ass if need be." 

"I think he will do fine daddy.” Your father pulled you a bit closer as Tig came over to ya, “There’s my favorite old lady!" 

"Uncle Tiggy!” You cheered as you embraced the man with the crazy blue eyes and curls, “Didn’t bring some butt buddy back from Stockton I see." 

"Now girly, you know I am not the kind of man to make some one think we are more then sex.” Tig smiled as you laughed. 

“That doesn’t explain though why you have one ex wife and two crazy kiddos.” You smiled, knowing that behind his glasses he was rolling his eyes. 

“So where is my godkid? Figured you or Juicy would have him." 

"Juice has got him, he…” When you turned though Juice was no where to be seen, “not again.” You muttered as you looked at your father, hoping he saw the duo leave. 

“Jensen started to fuss, he is inside now I think, or at the table.” Chibs smiled as you huffed. 

“Jesus I am being an awful mother today.” You exclaimed as you started towards the bar, leaving Chibs and Tig to talk. Sure enough Juice was seated at the bar, you leaned against the beam and watched as Juice spoke to him as Jensen tried to hold his own bottle. 

“Listen Jensen, I know I have been gone a few months, and that I left mommy all alone to take care of you. But I promise, I am not going to go anywhere, for the next 18 years I am all yours, for you and Mommy and my club are my number ones and nothing will make me leave you again little man. I love you both so much, and one day I will maybe ask mommy to marry me, but for now I will just focus on you, and being a better daddy then mine was." 

"So this is where you took our son?” You pushed off of the beam and walked behind the bar and stood across from him and your son. 

“Yea, he was fussing a bit so I figured I would try feeding him." 

"Well I must say this kid can eat. Got his father’s appetite, or Bobby’s." 

 "He is pretty perfect babe.” He said as the bottle emptied and was taken away from Jensen. 

“I am shocked he hasn’t cried yet just because you are holding him. Normally he wails if anyone new goes near him." 

"Maybe that was why he was fussing, because of the…" 

"Oh no he would be like loudly sobbing if it was that. He was probably hungry, he ate before I left the house like two hours ago." 

"Really?” He exclaimed as you chuckled 

“I’m telling ya the kid can eat." 

"So I was thinking.” Juice said after a few minutes of silence, “that we head home, get some family time in before we have to go to a wedding." 

"I like the way you think, I got your gifts too, they are at home for ‘em." 

"I really did miss you, and your awesomeness.” Juice smiled as he slipped out of the stool and carefully carried Jensen to the car seat, which was still on the bench. 

 Before getting in the car your arms wrapped around Juice again, who returned the action. 

“I love you.” He said as you looked at him, his sunglasses back over his eyes, he leaned down a bit and kissed you for the first time in months. It was a tender kiss, but even in it’s tenderness showed just how much he needed you. 

“I love you too, and I can’t wait for nap time.”

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Sonamy Prompt Request

World: AU (Alternative Universe - in otherwords, not canon xD)

Couple: Sonamy (older. much… much older, lol!)

Summary:  phoenixsaloverIt’s fine if you want or not to write this Prompt it’s a very cute and maybe this might sound cannon with modern since they are older…and who know time changes…. Here’s the Idea: It’s like in the future, Amy is missing somehow but Sonic didn’t even panic like everyone else and said “She went with Cream and Vanilla for a rest for 6 months” (Along time but hey, it would be awesome that kind of Vacations) and Amy came back with 4 tiny Babies Hedgies in a Baby carriage. Were all “What is the world happen?? Who these newborn babies mother?”  Amy would confess “Me ofcourse” and everyone would wonder who the father was , here comes Sonic the Hedgehog saying hello to the group going directly to Amy , Since he isn’t a very affection character he just , what you call? Rub on the cheek by cheek and peck on her cheek making her blush. And looking at the babies with new look on his eyes…and at that moment everyone know who the father is, plus everyone have their mouths to the ground. ahhaha! xD (Ah there was a time Sonic did went to the hospital since with his SPEED he can get anywhere, and assisted to her labor, Sonic might be a great Friend to support his friends and I believe he would try to comfort her knowing she’ will be in pain). What do you think? XD

Author’s Note: I.. will see what I can do XD I’ll do my best! I’ll have to fiddle with it and change it for purposes of making sense and being plausible, but thanks! :D


The reunion of the original team was about to take place, and Tails was excited to see all his old friends again! He had become a successful entrepreneur and had a very successful business, creating inventions for a new future.

He adjusted his tie and tried to look presentable, going to the spot they all designed to meet.

As far as he knew… Knuckles had a family now, trying to teach them the ‘echidna’ way of things, and preserve some posterity since he was the last of his kind. Guardians in training, you could say.

Cream and her Mother went on Vacation recently, and apparently, so did Amy, though he wasn’t sure if they all went together, he figured that was probably the case.

Sonic, unsurprisingly, was unheard of for some time.

Tails had kept in contact with everyone, mostly, but was really excited to see Sonic again.

When the event finally took place, everyone showed up, except for Sonic.

“When do you think he’ll come?” Cream asked, sipping her cup as Tails looked a little worried.

“He’ll be here. I know he will!” He sounded confident. “Afterall, I know he carries a phone now. Not sure why.” he shrugged. “But he said he’d be here.”

Suddenly, the team turned as Knuckles was rounding up his kids in his arms, looking like he had his hands full with rambunctious children, until the door came open and Amy walked in with a baby carriage. “Sorry! I’m sure we’re really late!” she apologized, and strolled the carriage over to the table.

“Ah! Amy!” Cream raced up and hugged her. “You’ve been gone for so long now!”

“Haha… yeah… funny story.” she hugged her friend with a sweatdrop, knowing she would have to explain.

“Hey, Amy!” Tails walked over, before staring down into the baby carriage. “Woah! Whose are these?”

She giggled, but then gave him a funny look. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m a mom of four now!” she happily stated, “Just like I always wanted~ Well, I would’ve wanted a few more, but this will do.” she moved her hand in and lowered the blankets.

Four beautiful hoglets all fidgeted in their sleep.

“Awww~” Cream cooed out. “They’re adorable.”

“Y-y-yo-your married?!” Tails exclaimed, turning to her.

“Em-hmm.” Amy nodded, showing off the ring. “It’s been a while…”

“Y-yeah… no kidding…” his hands sweat a little, what would Sonic think..?

“Hey guys!”

The three turned around, as Sonic was swarmed by little Echidnas that leapt onto him. “UNCLE!!!” they cried out.

“Hey! What have I said about jumping on people!” Knuckles scolded, stomping his foot down, but they seemed to completely ignore him.

“Ugh… they’d listen to their mother…” he groaned, bending over as if giving up.

“Hey, Tails!”

“S…Sooonic!” Tails also leaped, but was careful of the kids.

“W-woah! Haha, missed you too, buddy!” he wobbled in place a moment, getting his balance.

“I guess I should get used to this…. afterall…” He moved the kids and Tails off of him to walk over to Amy. “I’m sure they’ll all have my speed and your strength.” He stood by her, and looked down at the carriage, before making funny faces as the hoglets laughed slightly in their babyish way.

“…W…What do you mean… your speed and…” Tails pointed his finger to Sonic, then Amy, then the carriage.

Three little dots formed in his mind’s eye, and he used his finger to connect them, forming a heart, as the two smiled and leaned closer together.

Amy kissed Sonic’s cheek as he leaned back, surprised, and then looked away with a nervous smile.

“AHHH!!! You two really tied the knot!!!” he exclaimed.

Sonic and Amy looked back to him, shocked he hadn’t figured it out sooner, but then Sonic put an arm around Amy, looking away and scratching his nose with his other hand. “W-well… A guy gets older Tails…”

“New adventures arise~” Amy gave Sonic some flirty eyes as he drooped his eyes and looked embarrassed.

“Something like that.” he admitted quickly, before Knuckles swung an arm over him, making him wobble away from Amy and remove an arm from around her.

“Hahaha! To see you hitched! I never thought I’d live to see the day! Hahah!” Knuckles teased, before leaning in closer, “Hey… if you ever need advice, I’m here for you, okay?”

“Uhh.. uh-huh?” Sonic nodded, but seemed more confused on the gesture than anything.

“Wow, Amy! You really got your man in the end.” Cream smiled up to her, so happy for her.

Amy put a hand over her face, blushing. “It just shows that with a lot of work, effort, and a whole lot of perseverance, you too can have your dreams come true~”

“You forgot about being pushy and annoyingly persistent too.”

She summoned her hammer, her eye twitching.

“What was that?”

“Haha! Kidding!” Sonic motioned his hands out, and took one of the kids quickly out of the carriage, “You wouldn’t hurt someone holding a baby would you?”

“PUT HIM BACK.” her motherly instinct triggered and he immediately put the child back to safety.

“Hmph! I told you! You can’t speed around with them till they’re old enough to withstand your whiplash!” she scolded, and tucked the babies back in nicely.

He pouted, folding his arms and motioning with fish lips over to Tails as a side comment. “She never let’s me play with them.”

“That’s probably best.” Tails sweatdropped. “W-wait, am I just readily believing all this!?”

“Yeah, it takes some time, Tails.” Sonic closed his eyes and patted his friend’s back in comfort. “I had to wake up and realize that Amy was my wife a few times before it really settled in.”


“Honey! Joking! Come on?” he once again held his hands out, trying to calm her down.

“That really happened though, you jerk! You woke up one morning and screamed my name as if you were surprised I was there!”

“Eh-heh… old reflexes of fleeing from you die hard?” he put his pointer fingers together, pressing them up against the other in nervous, awkward truth…

But he knew what would come out of this.


Sonic jogged around the room as Amy chased him, making the others have a good laugh.

“It’s a wonder they fell in love.” Tails rolled his eyes.

“Not really…” Knuckles, holding a little girl, looked up towards the corner of his eye, an awkward sweatdrop as he remembered the woman he married to be someone he used to spat with all the time too…

“Not that unlikely…”

(Isn’t it funny how the couples who fight the most end up married? I love that xD)

New to the family

@charliechaplin2blr Sorry for the delay, here you go! Although it’s less Hak-Mundok and more Son family.

Title: New to the family
Characters: Hak, Mundok, Tae-yeon
Summary: The day Hak met his little brother

“The people of Fuuga will be your family now and they’ll protect you from evil people like your parents did. You can relax here, got it?“

To his surprise, it worked. The child showed him a shy smile as he curled up on his lanky lap. Hak felt relieved, even though the kid was immobilizing him. So much for grabbing a grapefruit.

"Are you my family, too? My big brother?”

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5SOS Preference: Teen Dad - Luke

“can you do a 5sos preference where you guys are teen parents and are struggling (like life after you have had the baby)????”

A/N: Alright, I will be posting these each on a different day. I tried not to make these super serious, so I hope you enjoy!


Luke had always been a momma’s boy. Ever since he was little he and his mother had a really close relationship, and that didn’t change even as Luke got older and went off to high school. When Luke had wanted to start a band, his mother backed him one hundred percent. When said band failed, Liz had been right there to encourage Luke that this wasn’t his fault – it just wasn’t the right time for a band.

When Luke had met you and decided that he just had to date you, Liz was the one he talked to in order to get everything put together. When you finally said yes to him, Liz was the first one Luke told.

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Baby Bumps and Bad Connections

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been able to write anything but my old dad Harry series has been inspiring me with tons of ideas while on the FP hiatus. Hopefully this makes up for the weeks of waiting. Just some fluffy stuff for your Tuesday evening. xx

“Lift’er up more, can’t see her toes,” Harry tells you, peering desperately through the spotty skype connection.

“You’ve seen her toes!” you argue, struggling to lift the wiggling two year old high enough on your lap for the camera to catch them.

“Miss those little feet, she still got the polish I put on her? Still have Daddy’s nail polish on, Angel?” Harry coos at your daughter Stella, smiling widely when she grabs for him again through the screen.

“Daddy, I wan’ pink now,” she tells him seriously, shoving her toes toward the camera and almost giving you a heart attack having to catch it.

“But purple is Daddy’s favorite, you’re supposed to wear purple till I come home remember?” Harry tells her patiently, smirking when she gets an attitude laden little pout on her lip.

“I’m almost home, then you can have pink okay, little love?” he coos, looking at you for a little back up.

“Just two more weeks, lovey. Before the Christmas pageant,” you tell your daughter sternly and then more warmly, “want to put on your costume so you can show Daddy?”

Stella nods violently at the suggestion, clambering off the couch and toddling her way into the playroom where her various recital costumes were stored.

“Now lemme see my little bug,” Harry says more softly, the tone he’d taken on with you once he found out you were carrying his second child.

“You just did,” you teased, winking when he rolls his eyes and tugs on the blunt edges of his hair.

“My SON! Christ, woman!” Harry feigns annoyance, and you can tell he’s trying to see clearly through their not so great connection.

Your bump isn’t spectacular yet, just five months in but he’s making himself known. Still Harry stares in awe, a melancholy look flashing over his features when you lift your tunic to reveal where his son is nestled.

“Wish I could rub it,” he says sadly, pout forming on his perfect features and furrowing his full brows contemplatively, “He givin’ ya any trouble?”

“As much as expected, not as bad as his sister,” you tell him, both of you reminded of the horrible morning sickness that Stella’s pregnancy had plagued you with.

“Maybe it gets easier as they come,” Harry says thoughtfully, a comment that makes you tug your shirt down violently and lean in toward the camera.

“You’ll never find out, coz I’m not letting you do this to me again, Styles,” you hiss, glaring at your wily husband through the screen. Harry’s regretted having to be gone for so long, but as these things went, he’d been committed to his filming schedule twelve months prior to you learning about this pregnancy. Surely, you couldn’t expect him to end such a big commitment but you were still sore you’d spent the last three months playing single mom while growing a human inside you.

“Aw, love, don’ be like that!” Harry pleads, “Lemme just chat with my boy for a minute.”

You roll your eyes but oblige his bizarre request, Harry always had been an odd one.

“Hey little man,” Harry cooed through the screen, “It’s yer Daddy.”

Just the soft tone Harry’s taken on melted you immediately, making you merely putty as he continued to speak to your little bump.

“I need you ta take good care of your mum alright? She’s got a hard enough job with your big sister and she doesn’t need trouble from you too. An’ if you’re a bad boy then Daddy won’t get his special welcome home present, which he really really needs.”

“Harry!” you admonish, giggling at the innuendo that stemmed from your last skype session two nights ago. It had been severely less PG and definitely not meant for little ears.

“I’m dyin love,” he groans quietly, aware that their daughter is somewhere in the house but not able to keep mum about how much he misses everything about you.

“Just tell your son you love him, my belly’s getting cold out in the open,” you tell him instead, smiling privately when he slips right back into dad mode.

“Love you my little bug, can’t wait to see you.”

Just as Harry is finishing, Stella comes bounding back into the room. Her little candy cane striped dress slipping off her shoulders and the outrageous red bow clutched in her chubby fingers.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she’s calling as she halts abruptly in front of you, holding the bow out for you.

“One second, baby. Let’s put it on right so Daddy can get the full effect, okay?” you tell her gently, fixing the rhinestoned straps and pulling her loose curls into a small ponytail to wrap the bow around.

“Here she is,” you shout for dramatic effect, smiling widely as your daughter turns around and throws her arms out dramatically as if to say ‘ta-da’

“Wow, Angel!” Harry exclaims, “You look just like a candy cane! I wanna eat you up!”

Stella giggles and squeals, “No eat me!”

“Alright, alright,” Harry tells her as you pull her up into your lap again. “Are you going to be good for Mumma?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” Stella says sweetly, wiggling her butt back to lean against her mother’s chest. It’s often that the toddler forgets there’s now a baby in the way and she can’t have her favorite spot for a while. Instead of pouting though, she leans forward, until you get the hint and plop her onto the floor to resume playing with her toys.

“I’ve gotta go,” Harry says solemnly, “Next scene’s in 10.”

You feels heartbroken each time, but know you shouldn’t pout. Know it’s not fair to make him feel guilty when you’ve done this drill so many times before. Instead you just nod at him understandingly, and call Stella up to say goodbye.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” Harry tells her and she agrees happily, easily distracted by her toys on the floor shortly after.

“I love you, Baby,” Harry says softly, and you share a look that says more than words could. A look that has your eyes welling with tears that you try your best to blink away.

“Don’ cry, love,” he whispers.

“How do you know I’m crying? The connection’s spotty!” you defend yourself but Harry just laughs.

“Cuz I know you,” he grins, “and cuz I’m gettin’ misty too.”

“None of that, I love you too, Harry.”

“Be home soon,” he promises and you nod, wishing more than anything to be able to reach through the screen and poke his dimple like always.

“We’ll be here,” you tell him and his face splits into a grin so wide it looks like it hurts a bit.

And you will, no matter where life takes your little family, because you are each other’s home.

Preference #2: He Has a Child From a Previous Relationship; They Call You Mommy For The First Time

Got this request but wasn’t specified on what kinda writing was wanted so I made it a preference and I hope that’s alright anon who requested it! (:



It happens when Calum’s off at Luke’s - something about needing help with a crib - you being left with your 4 and 5 year old awaiting their older sister who’d be dropped off for the weekend just the same as every other weekend. The day goes smoothly and it doesn’t happen till lunch time when you hear the front door close signaling Calum’s arrival and you’ve asked her to go get her brothers for lunch. “Okay Mommy,” she hums, dropping her marker and running off to get her brothers. You’re frozen for a second, not knowing how to go about the situation since her mother didn’t exactly like you and sure as hell wouldn’t like her daughter calling you Mommy so you go into a but of a panic until Calum walks in with a kiss to your cheek as a greeting. “You alright babe?” he asks, taking a sandwich for himself. “She called me Mommy,” you say blankly, already trying to think of a way to kindly tell her she has a mom and that mom technically wasn’t you. “Who did?” Calum’s eyebrows pulling together. “Who do you think?” you deadpan, nervously starting to clean mainly just to do something with your hands. “Well you are, at least you have been for the past 6 years,” he shrugs casually. “Yeah but… it’s a bit strange don’t you think?” “Nah, think it’s pretty amazing,” he hums. “Yeah but, I mean I wouldn’t want the boys calling someone else Mommy and your ex already hates me and-” You’re cut off with a sweet kiss from Calum. “You’ve been helping with her since she was in diapers, you’re her mum too, she wants to call you that, she feels comfortable with you and you’re a big part of her every day life, if her mom isn’t exactly keen with that then that’s her problem,” he shrugs, kissing you as if to make his statement final before your three children are racing back into the kitchen already bickering.


Luke having a child from a previous relationship was always something that put a strain on your relationship. At first you were terrified he’d leave you to be with his ex as they did have their little boy Hemmings and once you got over that, it seemed impossible to get pregnant yourself. You’d gotten checked out and every doctor you’d seen had all told you same thing, everything was fine. Obviously Luke wasn’t the problem, but the stress of it all had been weighing down on you and you’d just about given up even trying anymore. You were putting all the positive energy you had into this and letting life take over. If it happens it happens. That only goes on for a few months then you finally give up, excepting the fact that you’ll never have a kid of your own or ever get to hear them call you Mommy. It happens one evening when you and Luke are tucking his little 4 year old in for bed after just giving him a bath and changing him into his favorite ninja turtle pajamas. “Night Daddy, night Mommy,” he closes his eyes and Luke’s head just about whips around to look at you, eyes wide. He looks worried like maybe you’d have a problem with it and maybe a little part of you did but only because even if he did call you that you knew he wasn’t actually yours. For the most part though, you felt almost relieved, absolutely bliss really, that this little boy, this little piece of Luke actually loved and thought of you as something so important and suddenly you weren’t so stressed about having a baby of your own even if you did end up pregnant a month after.


Dating Michael always involved his now 3 year old daughter. It was a tricky situation, the two of you, because Michael’s previous relationship wasn’t like he’d fallen out of love or like he chose to leave her. No, she had left him in middle of the night with only a note left behind saying she couldn’t do it, she just wasn’t cut out for being a mother. It was really early in baby girl Clifford’s life, just a few months shy of a year so Michael had always had a guard up, always having a ‘me and my little girl against the world’ attitude. That is until you’d finally gotten through that and eventually moved in together. You’d never really discussed what you were to her, never even daring to say the word around her so you’re completely sidetracked by it. You hear her crying from her room where she and Michael had gone off to play her made up game of Michael being a dragon and you the princess that she, the king, has to save. “What’d you do now?” you walk into the room with a chuckle looking at a distressed Michael sat on the floor. “Mommy!” she immediately runs up to you, her tear stained cheeks now tinted pink. Your eyes go wide in surprise and Michael makes a face like it’d all just clicked. “That’s why she kept saying it,” he sighs a breath of relief. You coo and sooth until she just ends asleep in your arms, you and Michael having a conversation on how he’d thought she was asking for the woman who left, telling her ‘mommy’ had left resulting in worrying her that you had left.


“Please stop drumming on your brother,” you sigh at your six year old for what has to be the fifth time as you move around the kitchen getting breakfast ready with your 2 year old set firm on your hip, the two of them being extra rowdy this morning. “But i’m like Daddy!” He hums proudly. “No you’re not, you suck,” your younger boy snickers and they break into a fuss. You go to scold them, the three of you just shouting over each other in ‘that’s enough’ and ’tell him to stop’ and ’i’m telling Daddy’ until you hear the quiet little voice belonging to the only one of your kids that doesn’t drive you crazy half the time and he’s not even technically yours. “Mommy,” he says quietly compared to the other two still bickering and it’s so quiet you barely even hear not even sure you heard correctly. “Mommy look,” he says more firmly and louder this time, holding up his drawing. “I drew you, and daddy, and Matty, and Bradley, and me, and Ellie and that’s the new baby.” But you’re still stuck on 'Mommy’. You and Ashton had talked about whether or not that should be something he called you, you deciding that if your boys and Ellie had called anyone else Mommy you’d be devastated so hadn’t pushed it with him, not even when he was a baby, you’d always taught him to say your name. “You’re nine months pregnant why are you carrying Ellie around?” Ashton walks in, taking the two year old and giving you a once over with cautious eyes. “Look at the amazing drawing Keith made,” you hand Ash the drawing where beneath your figure is the name 'Mommy’. “I love it,” Ashton beams. “You do?” you ask a bit wary. “Yeah, you’re his mum as much as you are these lot,” he smiles brightly, pecking your cheek and putting the drawing of your little family up on the fridge and you can’t help but smile at the neatly written Mommy as Ashton finally settles the bickering boys.

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Idk if you are taking prompts, but I think this one is a gem for anyone interested: My local radio station is having a "hottest dads" contest for Father's Day where the winner gets tons of prizes. After hearing it all I could think was married-with-kids sterek. Stiles snapping sexy pics of hot-Dad!Derek & submitting them, determined to win. Then Derek complains at first, but then gets really competitive. Stiles reaps the sexy benefits of steamy photoshoots with his hot dad husband ;)

So, Monica wasn’t a fan of her work placement. Beacon FM might have been the hot dive back in the day, perhaps when The Beatles were storming America, but it’s most definitely peeked. She’s not even sure people listen to the radio these days. Monica sure as hell doesn’t. But, her journalism teacher Ms Barry is so freaking enthusiastic, and such a sweetheart that when she sailed into the classroom announcing she’d found Monica the perfect opportunity to further her grade, Monica hadn’t the heart to tell her no. 

Besides, her other option was to sit around and watch re-runs of Frasier all day, and though she’s appreciative of the banal humor, after a while she starts laughing like Sideshow Bob and judging herself. 

Summer is tough. 

Correction, summer was tough. 

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My First Kiss Went a Little Like...

Sehun/ Hunnie x OC
Genre: Fluffy First Kiss Feels
Soundtrack: (x) and (x)  
Anon Says: Could you do a scenario where Sehun and you are best friends and you find out you both like each other and he’s your first kiss so he teaches you how to kiss? 

my answer is yes anon, yes.

Originally posted by ohbaekhyuns

      You met Oh Sehun at the age of five, him at the age of seven, lanky, pale, and more than a little on the awkward side. To be completely honest you didn’t like him at first because he was


kid, the kid that all adults fawned over because of his annoyingly pretty face while you were that girl that could slip on a pair of pants and nobody could ever tell the difference. It was summer, your favorite season because the sun would accompany you for a little longer before saying its goodbye behind the golden horizon at around 8:00P.M. every evening. But this particular evening was different as your mom rushed you into the running bath and scrubbed you clean of the the day’s adventures, shoving you out before you could form bubbles with your baby fingers. She rummaged through your closet of ruffles and lace and surfaced with a wad of polka dots, and before you could utter a world of protest, slipped the offensive material around your body. Disgruntled, you sat there with your arms crossed as she yanked your hair into curly pigtails on each side of your head, complete with matching bows and all.

“Mama, what’s all this for?” you inquired as your fingers found the expensive texture of your mother’s skirt and tugged with insistence for an answer.

“We’re going to dinner with our new friends honey,” she answered as she breezed by, passing on a soft scent of jasmine, it was feminine and beautiful, just like her.

“They have a little boy several years older than you. Won’t you try to be good friends with him for Mama?” she cooed before fixing your already perfect bow.

“Daddy says boys have cooties,” you responded immediately, quite proud you remembered that minuscule fact.

“Ah, yes, I need to have a word with your father about that…” she giggled and you decided that you would at least


to get along with him. 

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anonymous asked:

So I sent in a request a few minutes ago and just realized that I've already sent that one in before lmao. (The one about Rfa as parents of a teen) So instead of that could you possibly do how the y would react to their teen child getting in a bit if trouble or needing advice or something? Little scenarios would be great but if you'd prefer to do something else that's cool too!

Yoosung (Help with test)

One night, around 8pm, Yoosung’s child came to him with a dead look in their eyes
“Dad…I have an AP Bio test tomorrow… and I haven’t studied… at all…” 
Immediately (and with dramatic flair) Yoosung swept his hands across the coffee table, knocking off magazines and mail.
“Bring your materials.”
Knowing that the two of them would cram so hard, Yoosung made coffee and grabbed some snacks. His eyes were alight with the memory of veterinary school and all the all-nighters he had to do. Though he kept telling his kid that this wasn’t a good thing to do and it was unhealthy, he was sort of excited to act young again. In no time at all, he helped them create flashcards and went over the study guide, quickly adding sticky notes to the areas in the text book that he knew they would have to go over together later. His kid had a confused, almost glazed look on their face, and Yoosung handed them some more coffee, wincing.
“I know it’s tough…the first few hours always are. But just keep drinking coffee and we’ll make it through!”
It seemed like there was so much material to go over, but Yoosung was able to break it down into manageable parts, deciding to dedicate an hour each to different parts of the material, which would put them at finishing around two am, which, honestly, wasn’t even that bad to Yoosung. 
Though the task had seemed impossible at first, Yoosung had helped his child section off the work, getting them through everything and making them feel as if they were ready for the test, completely and utterly.
The two finished up around 2 am, like Yoosung had guessed they would, and he picked up his sleepy child, carrying them to bed like he hadn’t in years. As soon as he set them down on the bed, they were knocked out and Yoosung smiled fondly at their innocent, sleeping face, remembering when they were a little toddler and he would take them to bed just like that, cradled in his arms. How the years had flown by…
The next morning, Yoosung had already made his child some coffee and some breakfast, knowing that they would just stumble in and eat before leaving. Sure enough, they came in, sleepily drinking some coffee and munching on their breakfast. The only change in their routine was that before they left for the bus, they wrapped their arms around Yoosung, squeezing tightly.
“Thanks for the help last night, dad,” they mumbled before grabbing their bag and leaving. Yoosung pretended the tears in his eyes were from allergies.
After school, his child came running in, jumping up and down, brandishing a piece of paper in their hands, shoving it into Yoosung’s face.
“A 92, DAD!!! I GOT A 92!!!!!!!!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!!” shouted Yoosung back, embracing his child, picking them up and spinning them around.
“You’re the best dad ever. I couldn’t have done it without you,” said his kid after he set them down, giving him a huge grin.
Yoosung smiled, trying to hold back the happy tears.

Seven: (lmao you know he’d be a weird dad I love him)

Whenever Seven’s kid had a date over, he always had to embarrass them. It was just a rite of passage now. But as the child got older, he wanted to just make it worse. And he knew that this time was always difficult for kids because of…puberty. Puberty, the beast that changed bodies and amped hormones up to the max. It was a terrible time, but since Seven was completely done with that stage of his life, it was hilarious to tease his child about it. Especially when there was company.
So the night that his kid brought a date to the house, he of course had to butt in with some silly words, trying to get his kid to get super flustered.
However, throughout the whole time they were there, the date was being incredibly demeaning to his kid. Now, he did not take that well at all. His child was his pride and joy and he would defend them to the ends of the earth, so when he heard those nasty words coming out of the date’s mouth, it became essential that he had to scare them off somehow. He knew that his kid didn’t like the date very much, since the date had strong armed his child into the date, so hopefully this would help get the date off his kid’s back.
“Okay, don’t forget, puberty gives you feelings you might not understand at first,” said Seven, his grin widening when his kid’s eyes widened in horror.
“Uh,” said his child, face beginning to match the red of the hair they had inherited.
“It might give you…urges,” stage-whispered Seven, barely covering his mouth with his hand, making it very obvious what the words still were.
“You mean like the urge to run away from home,” grumbled his kid, sarcasm lacing their voice. Seven fought a smile. That was for sure his kid.
Their date shifted uncomfortably, a pinched look on their face. It was obvious that they didn’t like what was going on, but Seven didn’t care very much, especially if his kid didn’t like them.
“I have a book if you two would like to look through it together.” Although Seven had no such book, he began to reach for the nearby bookcase, trying to look for a convincing book, but he didn’t have to worry—his kid’s date had blurted, “that’s fine.”
To be honest, Seven wouldn’t have been so strong, but the date seemed so rude that Seven had to be.
“Oh? Well, I want my kid to be informed about things like this…It’s very important, you know.”
There was an awkward silence where Seven grinned widely, maybe a bit manic, and his kid just sat there like they wanted to be anywhere but there. The date glanced at their phone, suddenly standing.
“Oh, no! My mom needs my help with something… I have to go.”
“Oh, that’s awful!” simpered Seven. “Do you need a ride?”
“No, it’s fine! I don’t live too far away!” the date waved awkwardly, leaving the house as fast as they could.
Watching the date leave, Seven felt some satisfaction well up in his chest. A job well done, he thought. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his kid stand up, and he turned, expecting the same old whines because he had embarrassed them.
“Thanks, dad,” his kid mumbled, punching his dad’s arm very lightly. Seven cooed, pulling his kid into a huge, crushing hug.
“Anything for my sweetie pie~~”
“I changed my mind, I take it back,” said his kid, but the smile on their face said otherwise.

☆Admin  Destin

Jaehee (moving her child into college)

When it finally came time to move her child into college, Jaehee had it all planned out. She had her checklist of all the important household appliances, supplies, and groceries. She even had a plan to decorate their room, with color coordinated curtains, bedspread, and rug. She helped her child fold away and pack their things before driving them the thirty minutes to their college’s campus.

After spending three hours setting up their apartment and storing their clothes, they went grocery shopping to fill the empty cabinets and refrigerator. Jaehee even bought them a brand new coffee machine, the crown jewel of their new living quarters. They proudly set it up together on the center of the gleaming countertop.

“Are you sure you have everything you need?” Jaehee asked for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

“Yes, Mom,” her 18 year old said with an embarrassed smile. “You only checked ten times before we left home.”

“I just want to be sure,” said Jaehee, absentmindedly running her hands along the granite countertop. “You’ve never really been away from home before…”

“Sure I have,” her child responded. “I went camping a few times with friends, remember?”

“Yes, you went camping for the weekend,” chided Jaehee. “This is living alone, for the first time in your life.”

“I mean, I’ll have a roommate,” her child replied.

“Oh, you know what I mean,” Jaehee said, exasperation heavy in her voice. “Promise me you’ll stay safe. I want you to call me if you need anything.”

“Okay, mom.”

“Seriously, anything.”

“Yeah, okay… Oh mom, please don’t cry,” they said, for when they looked over, fat teardrops had begun silently rolling down Jaehee’s face. They crossed the kitchenette and gave their mom a solid hug, patting her awkwardly on the back as they did so.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffed, returning the hug and trying to stifle her tears. “I’m just going to miss you.”

“I’m just a half an hour away,” her child laughed. “I’ll come and visit you every other weekend.”

“You’re right,” she said abruptly, wiping her tears away and returning to her usual pleasant demeanor. “Absolutely. Holidays too.”

“Promise,” her child said, breaking the hug and smiling nervously. Jaehee could see their apprehension, no matter that they were trying to hide it, so she took their hands and gave them a reassuring smile.

“You’re going to have a great semester,” Jaehee said, the words encouraging.. “I know that you’re ready for this. You’ve always been smart, and you have a good head on your shoulders. I believe in you.”

With a few ‘I love you’s and a quick peck on the cheek, Jaehee said goodbye and departed, feeling that she had prepared her child for their future as best as she could, and that they knew she would always be there for them if that wasn’t enough.

Admin RIna ;3c

Zen (waiting up for his kid)

Zen’s child walked into the front door of their house well past 2am, hiding something under their shirt, they entered the main entryway to the home. They were almost home free, they stepped into the living room, just a couple more feet and they would be in their room, safe. But as soon as they stepped into their living room a small lamp in the corner flipped on. There sat their father, hair wrapped up in a fluffy pink towel, green face mask on, in his long robe that went almost the ground. But the thing that they noticed the most was the VERY pissed off look on his face. He arms were crossed in front of his chest and he brow was frowned.

“So, where in the world have you been?” Zen asked in that ‘I’m very angry but your mom/dad said that I can’t kill you yet’ look on his face. His child cleared their throat, weighing their options, they could see really 3 ways out they could A, just sprint up to their room, but Zen would catch them, and then they would catch those hands. B, they can hope that god has pity on them, and just kill them where they stood, but that was very unlikely. Or C, they could just tell the truth. They go for plan C

“I don’t want to tell you, because I know that you’ll get mad at me.” They say holding their arms closer to their chest, they were so scared of Zen finding out the truth. They were really hoping for plan B to happen soon. They saw the look of anger on Zen’s face turn to one of worry

“Sweetie, you know that you can tell me anything. I went through a very tough childhood, I can help you with anything you have going on!” Zen moved his eyes down to the arm crossed in front of their chest. “Wait, what do you have under your shirt?” Zen kid takes a deep breath before pulling out the mystery that was under their shirt. It was a small white kitten

“I know how you feel about cats and I was worried about you being mad at me so I was just going to take it up stairs! I was going to take her to Uncle Yoosung tomorrow but-” His child looked up and saw Zen walk to them. He placed his hands on either shoulder, taking a deep breathe he just whispers

“Why couldn’t it be drugs?”

Jumin (child has fight with S/O)

Jumin’s child walked into his office one sunny afternoon, look very displeased. They walk over to his desk

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Jumin asked putting the papers that he had been working on to the side. His child sat down in the stair on the other side of their desk, signing and running their hand through their black hair.

“Father, do you think that I am ‘Emotional Dead’?” Jumin was taken aback a bit, well that wasn’t exactly what he thought was going to come out of their mouth. He fiddles with his pen while her thinks of words carefully.

“I don’t believe so, you definitely show more emotion then I did as a child. Why do you ask?” His child sat up more in their chair as they pulled out their phone.

“ ‘You don’t show any emotions when we are together. You never smile, and you never even say that you love me. How are we supposed to be in a relationship if you are just so emotionally dead?’ That’s the text that I got from Angel, she doesn’t think that I care about her, but I really do! I just…I’m not good with emotions. Is there something wrong with me?” They asked hanging their head down to look at the ground. Jumin stood up from his chair and walked to the other side of his desk

“Love, there is nothing wrong with you. I had the same issue when I was your age, if she really cared for you she would understand that and talk to you about it. Not plan the blame game.” he placed a hand on their shoulder “And don’t you worry, you’ll find someone that understands that. I promise.” Jumin words made his childs face light up, even if it was just a little.

“Thank father, at less I know I’m not the only ‘Emotionally Dead’ person in the family.” They laughed just a little, hearing that laughter was rare but is was one of Jumin’s favorite sounds in the whole world.

Sterek Fic Recs: August

Here are some of the fics I read in the month of August. Click here to find my previous monthly recs and click here to find my sterek fic rec account. Enjoy! 

With Age, Comes Wisdom (And Derek) by vodkaanddebauchery (1.8k - Explicit)

He manages to last two minutes, jittery and itchy beneath his skin, before he slides his phone back out and texts without really looking at the screen.


or Stiles and derek are waiting until Stiles eighteenth birthday to have sex but that doesn’t mean they can’t tease the hell out of each other.

Little Gestures by Stereksale7 (1.9k - Teen)

Derek is a deaf Uber driver.
He’s hardly thanked by his passengers, and when he is, it’s seldom genuine.
In comes Stiles Stilinski, who changes it all. 

The fear has gripped me but here I go by ElisAttack (3.5k - Explicit)

“Why are you with me?” Stiles asks one day when they’re sitting together on the couch, just the two of them, hanging out. “Like, why did you agree to this.” He gestures between them.

“I love you.” Derek says simply, flipping to the next page in his book, not bothering to look up from the page, that’s how sure he sounds. He doesn’t notice the stricken expression on Stiles’ face.

Or the one where Stiles never claimed they were perfect for each other.

Kiss? by clotpolesonly (3.5k - General)

Derek likes kissing Stiles, honestly he does. Until he doesn’t. (Asexual!Derek) 

Breaking Bad Habits by inell (3.7k - Teen)

Stiles has a bad habit of falling for unattainable higher beings that would never so much as look at a mere mortal like him. The latest focus of his unrequited affection is his personal trainer, Derek Hale, who is a Greek God come to life.

Nothing Like Home by Steamcraft (6k - Explicit)

Derek knew Stiles was his mate when they shared their first kiss the second time they got off together.

“Oh, fuck, Stiles,” Derek had groaned and mouthed under the gasping human’s ear, where the smell was thick. “Of course you are, of course you are,” he panted as he rutted in the hollow of Stiles’ hip.

always in the air by stilinskisparkles (6.1k - Explicit)

Derek’s out of his element as they stumble back to Stiles’ shared house, he’s never really had one night stands, taken his studies seriously, put books first, earned his place at college through hard work and a dusty social life. He’s remarkably okay with pretending to be someone who does this regularly if it means he gets one night of it with Stiles.

everybody loves good neighbors by stilinskisparkles (7.6k - Mature)

AU prompt: everything run-down and suddenly a guy falls through the ceiling; now there’s a hole in the ceiling of my bedroom

Lord knows it would be the first time by uraneia (12k - Explicit)

Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He’d rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they’re not doing it anymore, and it sucks.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek’s melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn’t know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn’t know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.

A Change of Plans by sunnydalewerewolf (12k - Explicit)

Stiles and Derek had been best friends since they were babies, their parents having all been friends since college. Growing up, it had seemed very apparent that Derek would be an alpha and Stiles an omega. Stiles had just kind of always assumed they would end up together, and he thought Derek had assumed the same. No one ever said anything about it, but that’s just the way things would be.

So when they both end up being omegas, things get kind of complicated.

Breaking the Ice by veterization (15k - Explicit) 

“I have something that will finally spice up your utterly boring performance,” Finstock breezes directly over the insult, still manically grinning as if the gears in his brain can’t turn fast enough. Stiles is still a little concerned with that last bit. “You’re pairing up with Derek Hale.”

Or: where Stiles is a figure skater turned pair skater who gets teamed up with has-been skater Derek Hale, and neither of them are exactly pleased.

Congratulations by verity (16k - Explicit)

Derek’s a pregnant omega werewolf; Stiles and Erica do steady business as the only supernaturally qualified omega midwives in five counties. Clearly, it’s meant to be. 

Drown Me with Kisses by LadySlytherin (19k - Explicit)

When a rusalka in the preserve nearly kills Stiles with a kiss, Stiles is in grave danger any time he’s near a source of water - not just rivers, lakes, and oceans, but pools, bathtubs, the shower, a sink full of water - you put water in it, and it could probably kill Stiles now. Deaton’s advice? Break the rusalka’s magic with a kiss of opposite power - love to beat out death.

I Want One by impalagirl, wilddragonflying (19k - Mature)

Middle school and most of high school sucked for the Stilinski twins; Stuart decides that senior year will be different, and Stiles gets dragged along.

The Most Important Things by sarcasticfishes (23k - Explicit)

At first Derek didn’t know what to do with Romy. She was this tiny, squirming, pink thing that he had no idea how to read. But she was also his niece, and the only thing he had left in the world. He thought about giving her up and going back to California, but the thought of being so close to the place where his family had once been so alive hurt him, and so did the thought of letting her go. And so, in Chicago he stayed, and the Hills were forgotten. He didn’t want to go back. And no one came looking for him anyway.

A Moving Sea Between the Shores by foxtricks (wireddifferently) (26k - Mature)

They’re so fucked. They fucked up so bad. And it’s all Stiles’ fault.

“Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.” - Khalil Gibran

A Wolf’s Ribbon by Dexterous_Sinistrous (36k - Explicit)

Derek had been coached on how to approach the child heir apparent while hundreds of eyes watched him. He kept his eyes focused on the cradle, leaning over the edge as best he could to see the baby everyone had been talking about.

Stiles smiled when he saw Derek, kicking his legs out as he reached a hand up for him. He cooed at Derek, his fingers grabbing at the older boy in an attempt to touch him, all to no avail. He gurgled out a laugh when Derek reached a hand down into the cradle, snatching hold of his fingers as best he could.

Derek offered a small smile in response, allowing Stiles to playfully tug on his hand.

The two children made an adorable sight before the Court and their parents. That was the moment Queen Talia and King John decided to arrange their marriage. Every second was planned out without the voiced concern of the children.

On Building A Family From the Ground Up by itschristaleigh (lizleminem) (38k - Explicit)

Erica signs Derek up for an online dating site as a joke. At first, he’s just pissed about it, but then her and Boyd announce they’re getting married and suddenly he really does need a date. Meanwhile, Laura becomes a foster mom, and Derek worries about growing way too attached to kids who are eventually going to be given a new home anyway.

Or, how, five years after the fire, Derek learns to open back up and create his own family from the people who occupy his life now.

The Meaning of Submission by impalagirl, wilddragonflying (40k - Explicit) 

After Derek’s family died, he ended up in New York, where he met Kate Argent, Domme. Kate took advantage of sixteen-year-old Derek until he finally got out. Now a Dom himself, Derek doesn’t give up control to anyone. Enter Stiles, the new sub looking for the perfect Dom.

Constantly on the Cusp by alisvolatpropiis (40k - Explicit) 

Stiles is gay, out and proud, and a Beacon Hills deputy. Derek is a firefighter and war veteran who thinks he’s straight; or, Derek and Stiles have lots of semi-public hatesex on the road to Love.

If I Could Just Hold You by IAmAVeronica (42k - Explicit)

Stiles is desperate to carry his husband’s child, so he makes a deal with a witch. If he can seduce an alternate-universe version of Derek in a week, he can have his heart’s desire and return to the world where Derek loves him, pregnant with Derek’s baby. He figures it’ll be easy. After all, he’s been married to Derek for eight years. Even in a world where Derek doesn’t know him yet, Stiles is sure he can win his mate’s heart with time left over to spare.
But Stiles forgets the first rule of dealing with witches: they can always find a loophole…

Tore a Line in the Sun by stilinski (44k - Teen)

“If you’re watching this, you’re probably some kind of sentient life form responding to my distress call – well, it’s not really an official distress call because, well, the hardware for that is kind of crushed, but I’m definitely in distress, so that should probably count for something.”

The young man on the screen sighs and rubs his face, jerking his hand away with a hiss. He’s bleeding, Derek realises: there’s a gash across his brow and the knuckles of both hands are bruised and bloody, and that’s only what he can make out between the cracks in the glass and the frame of the camera.

or the Space!AU where Derek is looking across the galaxy to find his older sister when he comes across a distress beacon and finds a stranded man.

Breathe Me by mommymuffin (127k - N/A)

Alpha Derek Hale and WItch Stiles Stilinski save Beacon Hills. (Alternatively described as, when Stiles is feeling incredibly alone, Derek Hale is there to remind him someone is always willing to lend a hand, or shoulder, to him.)

Dersha Fiction: Skylines- Chapter 11

Thank you for all the comments, reblogs, likes and more on the last chapter! I couldn’t thank you enough for the support! This is the final chapter of the Skylines series. Next week, I will post the Bonus + Epilogue to tie everything up. Yes, I said Bonus. It’s just a small bonus since I won’t address certain events in this final chapter *wink wink*

Chapter inspiration song: So Anxious-Ginuwine

Jackson and Harper were eager to see their parents after an entire week. They had a pretty eventful week with their grandparents. Sloane had Harper out in the garden and at the court every day, while Jackson attended the Ram’s training camp with his grandfather. The two children were always being spoiled by their grandparents and they couldn’t complain. Ahsha was Sloane and Pete’s only child which meant all of her children would be given the world, plus some. No matter how much Derek and Ahsha complained about them being spoiled too much, the grandparents continued showering their grandbabies with an abundance of love and gifts.

When Derek and Ahsha pulled up to Sloane and Pete’s home, the children were playing in the front yard. Their eyes lit up when they saw their parents walking up the driveway. “Mommy, daddy,” Harper shrieked, dropping her toy car and running towards her parents. Jackson walked behind her with a big grin on his face.

“Hey sweetie,” Ahsha smiled as Harper hugged her legs. “Were you two good for grandpa and grandma?”

“Yes,” Harper said, moving to her father, who lifted her over his head before placing her on his neck. The small child giggled and rested her hands on the top of her father’s head.

“I missed you two,” Ahsha expressed, hugging Jackson tightly.

“Did you bring us anything back,” Jackson asked, peeking inside the gift bag that his father was holding.

“We haven’t been here for 5 minutes and you’re already wanting gifts? Geez kid,” Derek joked, handing Jackson one of the bags.

“I know right? We’re only good for gifts,” Ahsha added, throwing her arm around Jackson’s neck. “Come on, let’s get inside. We have something we need to tell everyone.”

Pete was in the living room hooking up a new gadget to the television. “Thought I heard you two pulling up. How was the trip,” he asked, wiping his hands on his jeans before greeting Derek and Ahsha.

“Great. Much needed. Dad, what are you hooking up now,” Ahsha laughed, watching her father get tangled up in cords.

“Oh, just a new movie player system. Your mom got it for me and I thought I better set it up. Jackson was supposed to be helping the old man out,” Pete said, glancing at his grandson who was too busy digging through his gift bag.

“Huh,” Jackson choked, his eyes widening.

“Huh,” Pete mocked, sticking out his tongue. “But he’s been doing a good job helping me at the stadium. And Harper is going to grow a green thumb after all that gardening she was doing with her grandmother.”

Harper gasped dramatically and stared at her thumbs.

“Speaking of ma, where is she,” Derek asked.

“Still down at the courts. She should be back in a few,” he replied. “Let’s go sit out in the back. I made some fresh lemonade this morning.”

Harper and Jackson took off in front of their parents and ran towards the back door. “I wish I had their energy,” Pete chuckled, heading to the fridge.

Derek and Ahsha glanced at each other and nodded. The kids were busy playing in the backyard but they wanted to share the good news with Pete. Ahsha assumed her mother hadn’t shared the baby news since he hadn’t mentioned it to them. “Um dad, we have something to tell you.”

Pete stopped dead in his tracks, his wise eyes darting back and forth between Derek and Ahsha. “Tell me what?” After their separation, Pete wasn’t too fond of his son-in-law. They had finally built their relationship back up to what it was before Ahsha left for New York.

“It’s nothing bad. We decided to renew our vows,” Derek answered, squeezing Ahsha’s hand. “And…”

“You’re going to be a grandpa again,” Ahsha beamed, her pregnancy glow in full effect.

The expression on Pete’s face was the perfect Hallmark moment. Being a grandfather brought him so much joy. Adding a new baby to the mix only made his life as a grandpa even greater. “Are you kidding me,” he chirped, placing the pitcher on the counter.

“Nope. I’m definitely not kidding,” she added, placing a hand on her stomach. “There’s a little one growing in here. The morning sickness is no joke.”

When Ahsha told Pete she was pregnant with Jackson, he cried. Then he cried with Harper. His eyes were already welling up with tears as he stood before his daughter and son-in-law. Pete didn’t have a great relationship with his grandfather and he dreamed of having a load of grandchildren running around the house. Ahsha had blessed him with two beautiful grandkids and now he was getting another.

“Aw, don’t cry,” Ahsha cooed, throwing her arms around her father.

Pete pulled back and rested both hands on Ahsha’s belly. “You’re really having another baby?”

“Yes,” Ahsha smiled.

“Or babies,” Derek added.

“Hey now! Don’t jinx me, baby. One more is enough,” she shot back with a playful glare.

“You know the Romans are known for being strong sho-,” Derek grinned.

“Derek,” Ahsha gasped, slapping his shoulder.

Pete erupted into a hearty laugh. He and Derek bumped fists as they continued joking around.

Ahsha rolled her eyes. Men.

Sloane finally arrived about thirty minutes later and joined them in the backyard. The air was cool enough to enjoy a nice day on the deck. The three of them watched Jackson and Harper play on the swing set Pete had set up earlier that week.

“You two have them so spoiled,” Ahsha expressed, shaking her head.

“They are our only grandbabies, what do you expect? Well besides the one growing in here,” Sloane responded, patting her daughter’s midsection.

“Yeah, the baby you didn’t tell me about. I swear these two are always keeping secrets from me,” Pete joked, turning to face Derek. “Hope you have another boy. Before you know it, you’ll be outnumbered.”

Derek chucked. “Oh trust me, I’m praying for a boy. I’ll have enough trouble on my hands with Harper. She’s not dating until she’s 50, we’ve had that discussion.”

“And Jackson isn’t bringing a girl home until he’s 70,” Ahsha added. “But I think this is a girl.”

“Me too,” Sloane agreed with a grin. Like Pete, she loved being able to spoil her grandchildren. Having an empty nest was their excuse.

Sloane’s eyes fell on Ahsha’s ring finger. “Um, is this a new ring I see?”

Derek and Ahsha smiled like two school-aged children. They couldn’t even hide their happiness at this point. “Yes. That’s what we wanted to tell you. We’re renewing our vows.”

“Something I knew before you did,” Pete teased earning a glare from his wife.

“How beautiful. So you two are going all out, I’m assuming,” her mother asked, staring at the new rock sitting on Ahsha’s finger. “This ring is bigger than the last one, no?”

“It feels bigger,” Ahsha added, watching the ring sparkle in the Cali sun. “I think he did a good job.”

“Oh he did a wonderful job,” Sloane cheesed, winking at her son-in-law. “Pete, darling, take notes.”

“Ha! Hey Derek, I took some meat out of the deep freezer last night. Why don’t you help me grill it up for dinner? We’ll leave the women up here to talk about diamonds,” Pete grunted as he stood to his feet. “Plus, I don’t get to spend a lot of time with my son.”

“Awww, quality time,” Ahsha teased.

Derek and Pete grabbed some steaks and ribs from the kitchen and gathered in front of the grill. “I see you got a new grill, pops.”

Pete was the grill master. When the kids were out of school for the summer, they begged him to grill every evening. Harper even went as far as asking him to grill waffles, though her grandfather declined. “Yeah that other one finally died on me. This one here is my new baby. I’m out here every weekend on this thing,” Pete replied, patting the top of the grill.

“I bet. It’s nice,” Derek said.

There was a short moment of silence before Pete finally piped, “I’ve never said this, but I appreciate the way you stepped up and took care of business. I haven’t seen Ahsha smile like that in a long time. You’re a great man for her and a great father to the kids.”

“Thank you. Just doing my job, sir,” Derek noted with a nod of his head. “Keeping them happy is my number one priority and of course myself included.”

“I know what you mean. When we had Ahsha, I was scared out of my wits. Sloane was the one trying to keep me calm. But she’s probably the best thing that could have happened to us. She turned out to be an amazing woman,” Pete gushed, glancing over at his daughter and wife.

Derek followed Pete’s gaze. Sloane and Ahsha were deep in conversation. “Yeah, I’m lucky.”

“You both are. She’s just as lucky to have you,” Pete added, slapping his son-in-law on the back. “Now let’s get these ribs on the grill. I’m starving.”

Later that evening, they had dinner on the deck and shared a lot of laughs. Derek and Ahsha also shared the baby news with their children. Harper was beyond excited about the new addition. Jackson was fine either way. He knew he would be tortured by his younger siblings and didn’t look forward to that part.

The family joked and reminisced into the night.


5 months later

Harper rested her head on her mother’s stomach as they watched cartoons from the bed. Ahsha and the kids had officially moved back into the mansion. Their new home was in the process of being remodeled on the other side of Los Angeles.

“Mommy, when is the baby coming out,” Harper asked, her tiny fingers pressing into her mother’s rounded belly.

“A few more months, baby,” her mother answered. Ahsha couldn’t wait until she finally popped because carrying this baby was a lot harder than her previous pregnancies.

“Is it a boy or girl,” Harper quizzed, her big brown eyes full of so much curiosity and innocence.

“We find out today. What do you want it to be,” Ahsha asked in return.

Harper pondered on the question for a few minutes. “A girl. I can play with her and dress her up in my princess stuff. I’ll let her play with all my toys.”

Ahsha laughed at her daughter. It was quite obvious that she had a plan and it didn’t involve having a baby brother. “I hope you share. You’re not the baby anymore. How do you feel about that?” The topic of being a big sister hadn’t been brought up to Harper. Her parents took her excitement as an indication that she was ready to give up her baby title.

“Good,” she answered quickly, still rubbing her mother’s stomach. “I’ll be a good big sister.”

“Will you,” Ahsha raised a brow. “You won’t be the baby anymore and mama needs for you to be a big girl. Can you promise me that?”

“Yes, I promise,” Harper smiled, holding out her pinky.

“Alright,” Ahsha answered, linking her pinky with Harper’s.

Loud footsteps sounded off on the steps indicating that Derek and Jackson were back home. Derek had taken Jackson to football practice. Jackson was excited about having his father there and even more excited that Derek was assisting the coaches.

“How are my two beautiful girls,” Derek crooned as he walked into the room to find his wife and daughter laying across the bed. “Sorry we’re late. Practice went over a few minutes.”

“That’s okay. Kyle is on her way now,” Ahsha replied, kissing Derek’s lips. “Figured the kids could get some quality time in with auntie Kyle while we’re at the appointment.”

“Yes,” Jackson cheered to himself. Going over to Aunt Kyle’s meant he could play video games all day. Plus, she let them eat all the unhealthy foods their mother wouldn’t let them eat at home.

Later that afternoon, the couple was on their way to Ahsha’s appointment. After months of guessing and making bets, they were finally going to find out the sex of their third child. Derek’s hand rested on Ahsha’s thigh as they drove down the jammed packed highway.

“It’s a boy,” Derek said, his eyes set on the road.

“Nope. A girl,” Ahsha shot back, propping her head up on her hand.

“Hey, I just want a healthy baby with all 10 fingers and toes,” he replied, massaging the smooth skin of Ahsha’s leg. “I’ll honestly be fine with whatever.”

“Me too,” she smiled, laying her hand on top of Derek’s. His intense gaze sat on her eyes for a second before he turned his eyes back to the road.

The car fell silent for a few minutes, the radio softly playing in the background. Both of them seemed focused on other matters before Derek spoke up. “Remember when you wanted to see a marriage counselor?”

Ahsha’s brows crinkled together. “Yeah. Why?”

“Well back then I was being super stubborn and didn’t want outside help. I wasn’t into that “wacky” psychology stuff and I didn’t trust someone else trying to tell me what was wrong with my marriage. Looking back, we could have really used that help. Who knows what could have happened had we gone to see that doctor like you asked,” Derek began.

Still confused, Ahsha frowned. “Oooook.”

Derek’s grip on the wheel tightened. “I want to see a marriage counselor. Even though we’re fine right now, it wouldn’t hurt. Right?” He hated getting ‘help’ from others and this was a huge step for him. Thinking about seeing a marriage counselor back then was such a hassle. He didn’t trust another person telling him how to fix his relationship. What did they know? What if they took that information and sold it to the press? How did they know that their methods would work? He had so many doubts back then but since he had gotten older, Derek had a mature outlook on it. Having an outside person they could talk to actually seemed like a good idea.

The expression on Ahsha’s face told Derek that she thought he was joking.

“Seriously Ahsha. I refuse to go down that road again and if talking to someone helps us, then that’s what I want to do,” he added.

“Okay then. That’s what we’ll do,” Ahsha replied with a wide grin.

There was no denying the growth they showed not only as a couple, but as individuals.


The anxious couple finally reached the doctor’s office forty minutes later. Derek helped Ahsha out of the truck. He couldn’t hide the smile on his face. She looked so beautiful carrying his children.

“Whew, this baby is wearing me out already,” Ahsha grunted as they walked through the glass doors.

“My boy,” Derek boasted with a cocky smirk.

“Whatever Derek,” she chuckled. “I bet you dinner that this is a girl.”

“Deal,” he smirked, placing a hand on her lower back as they neared the receptionist’s desk.

A short time later, the couple was returning to their truck with a sonogram picture in tow. Ahsha shook her hips before sticking her tongue out at her husband. “You owe me a big pot of spaghetti with homemade garlic bread and a nice slice of apple pie.”

“Oh so you already had the meal planned all out,” Derek laughed. “Alright, I got you…and you,” he added, kissing her stomach. “Can’t wait until you get here.”

Ahsha’s ovaries exploded every time she witnessed Derek have moments such as these with his children. Seeing him as a father was such a beautiful blessing. “I can’t either,” she responded, laying her hand on top of her husband’s.


A few weeks later, the Romans and their family and friends gathered in the backyard of the new Los Angeles mansion. Derek and Ahsha had purchased a new home to begin making new memories as a family.

With a rounded belly, Ahsha literally glowed in warm California sun. It was hard to believe that a short time ago she was living across the country, barely speaking to Derek. Now here they were, renewing their vows in front of close friends and family.  Just thinking about all they had endured made her tear up.

“You done in here,” Kyle asked, peeking into the master bedroom. “You look gorgeous!” Her best friend slid through the door and shut it behind her.

“Thanks girl. I feel like a whale,” she complained, looking at herself in the mirror.

“If you don’t quit! You look beautiful, big belly and all,” Kyle replied, fixing a piece of Ahsha’s hair. “I’m so happy for you, Ahsha. You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

Kyle wasn’t lying. The effects of the separation were also draining on her as a friend. Derek and Ahsha were both good friends of hers and she hated to see them unhappy. Witnessing the fight to get back what they had, made Kyle emotional.

“Awww,” Ahsha cooed, pulling Kyle into a hug. “Thanks for being there for me. I know you got tired of listening to me cry all the damn time.”

“There were times I wanted to tell you to pull it together. But I understood the circumstances,” Kyle claimed with a wink. There were many nights that Ahsha would call her just needing to talk. Being a great friend, Kyle would stay up and let her vent. Many of those nights would end in tears. “Now you can be up all night for other reasons,” she added, raising her brows.

“Yeah, that’s what got me knocked up and looking like this,” Ahsha chuckled, pointing to her stomach.

A soft knock at the door interrupted their moment. “They’re ready for you, honey,” Sloane whispered.

“Okay, I’m coming,” Ahsha answered, taking one last glance at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror. Kyle and Sloane got one last hug in before helping Ahsha down the long staircase and to the kitchen.

Harper and Jackson were a part of the ceremony and were excited to walk with their mother down the aisle.

“You look pretty mommy,” Harper gushed, hugging her mother’s waist.

“You look beautiful, mom,” Jackson added, hooking his arm around his mother’s.

Their sincere words almost made Ahsha cry but she held herself together. “Thank you. You two are too sweet,” the mother replied, placing a kiss on both of their cheeks.

“Ready,” Jackson asked Ahsha as he led her to the back door. Harper was holding on to her mother’s hand for dear life. Ahsha nodded and Jackson walked his mother and sister out to the spacious backyard where Derek awaited.

Derek winked at his wife as she slowly hobbled down the porch steps and sidewalk. Seeing his children and expecting wife walking towards him on such a special day made him emotional. To think about where they were in the last year made him feel incredibly thankful for what he had now.

“Hey beautiful,” Derek crooned as his family finally reached the end of the yard. Jackson placed his mother’s hand in his father’s and took his spot on her other side. Being a daddy’s girl, Harper ran to her father’s side and took his free hand.

Pete took his place in front of the family. “Good afternoon. I would like to thank you all for joining us on this beautiful day to celebrate Mr. and Mrs. Derek Roman. I’ve had the pleasure of seeing these two grow as individuals as well as a couple. Two kids…well three,” Pete continued, causing a few laughs. “Three kids later and they are still going strong if not stronger than before. Today they reconfirm their commitment to each other. May you two continue to love and cherish one another despite any hardships or challenges thrown your way. May this renewing of your vows open the door for more memories and serve as a reminder of the love you share for each other. Please join hands and share your vows.”

The couple turned to face each other and linked hands. Their eyes stayed locked on each other, lips curved into bright smiles. This day would be their new beginning as a married couple. The vows they delivered years ago weren’t fulfilled and after today they would live by new promises.

Derek’s thumbs massaged Ahsha’s knuckles as he began speaking. “Ahsha, when I first met you, I didn’t think you would give me the time of day. I wasn’t the type of guy a woman like you dated. But you gave me that chance and we’ve built great memories with each other since then. All these years later and I still see you as the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’ve given me two beautiful children and I’m sure our third will be just as amazing. I can’t thank you enough for the love you have given me even when I haven’t returned it in the way I should. From this day forward, I want to continue building on our love and making new memories with each other.  I couldn’t ask for a better woman to be my wife and the mother of my children. You’re my best friend, the love of my life and the one person who has cherished me and helped me become a better man. In the past, I’ve taken advantage of what we’ve had. I am here today to move forward with this renewed commitment to you and our family. I promise I’ll always look out for you. I love you with all my heart and I always will.”

By the end of Derek’s vows, there wasn’t a dry eye. Everyone was thrilled about the couple renewing their love. Ahsha quickly blinked away her tears, though one escaped down her cheek.

Taking a deep breath, she began, “Derek…there have been times when I’ve taken our love for granted. I’ve done things I’m not proud of and I’ve been wrong. We’ve been through so much in these past few years and our love still survived. If that isn’t proof that this is meant to be then I don’t know what is. The trials we’ve been through only made us stronger and the bond we share cannot be broken. I’ve never met someone as giving and kind hearted as you. The joy you’ve brought to my life outweighs the pain we’ve encountered. We aren’t perfect by any means but I don’t wish to be. I want to continue building a life with you while learning how to better myself to be the best mother to our children and wife to you. Today, I want to renew the vows we made a long time ago and pledge my love to you. I have never stopped loving you and my heart has always been yours. I promise to cherish you as you have cherished me and I can’t wait to begin this new chapter of our marriage with you by my side. I love you Derek Roman and I always will.”

The couple remained hand in hand as Ahsha finished her vows and Pete rejoined them.

“Now you may exchange rings,” Pete demanded.

Derek and Ahsha turned to their children to receive their new rings. Harper placed her mother’s ring in Derek’s hand as Jackson gave Ahsha his father’s new ring. Kissing her hand, Derek slid the new ring onto Ahsha’s finger. She slid Derek’s new band onto his finger and turned to face Pete.

“Today, you have renewed the vows that you made to each other on your wedding day. You have reconfirmed the meaning of the rings you wear each day. I ask that you continue to love each other through the good times and bad. You have renewed the vows that bind you as husband and wife. You may kiss your bride…again,” Pete concluded, stepping back.

Derek grinned as he leaned in and captured Ahsha’s lips in a sweet kiss. The small crowd clapped as they watched their favorite couple renew their love.

“Ewww,” Harper frowned as she watched her parents kiss.

Ahsha laughed as she pulled away from her husband’s lips and pulled her children into a tight embrace. The family shared a quick moment before turning around to pose for pictures. As the photographer along with family and friends snapped shots, Derek and Ahsha shared a moment of their own.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me forever,” Ahsha muttered, resting her head on Derek’s shoulder.

“And I’m perfectly fine with that, Mrs. Roman,” he said, kissing her forehead.

They were both perfectly fine with that.

Thank you so much for all the support and love I have received while writing this story. It’s been such an amazing journey that I don’t want to end but I know it’s time to stop it here. I will be posting a bonus+ epilogue in the next week or so. You will get to meet the new baby then! Introducing the baby in this chapter was a little long so I thought I’d save it. The next one will definitely be the last chapter of the series. Again, thank you!