i should be babysitting

anonymous asked:

can you do another one were tony is deaged but the other avengers are too? and only tony is a good boy and the rest isnt.. Peter takes care of Tony and loves it

TINY TONY PART 1


“Fury what do you want?” asks Peter when he gets the call.

Its not uncommon for Fury to call them, because lately the avengers work together with guardians.

Peter isn’t so sure about the avengers. He doesn’t like most of them. They don’t seem like a team and even less like a family.

But he likes Tony.

“We have a situation here.” answers Nick shortly and then ends the call. Peter groans.

“Rocket!” he yells and a moment later Rocket shows up.

“Aye.”

“I’m going back to earth. Wait for my call. I think its better if i go first and see whats up.” explains Peter and when Rocket nods, he starts searching for his suit.

He hates jobs on earth.

*

“You are kidding me.” says Peter when he stands in the communal living room of the stark tower.

“Do i look like i make jokes?” asks Phil Coulson and Peter shakes his head.

On Coulson’s lap is a little child that looks like a mini Barton. Oh god.

“How many are now.. childs?” asks Peter and looks at Romanoff who sits next to Coulson. She can’t be older than three years.

“Agent Barton, Agent Romanoff, Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes and Stark.” says Coulson and Peter sighs.

“And what do you want me to do?” asks Peter because they can’t be serious.

Fury coughs.

“You are on babysitting duty. Agent Coulson takes Clint and Natasha in his care. Mr. Wilson already has Rogers and Barnes. And you get the grand prize. Stark.” says Fury and he even turns around.

“Wait. Why should i babysit him?” asks Peter. He isn’t good with kids. He could…kill him.

“Because i just said so. You can all stay here in the Tower. Agent Hill has already some rooms for all of you. In every room are also some things for the … kids.”

And with that Fury is gone.

“Is he kidding me?” asks Peter again and Coulson laughs.

“Have fun. I bet Stark is crazy as kid.” says Coulson and leaves with Clint and Natasha.

Great.

*

“Jarvis where is Tony?” asks Peter and he sighs. Jarvis takes him up to his room where Tony should be.

If he is being honest, he is afraid. What if Tony is really crazy?

Peter opens the door to his and Tonys room for the next days and sees that Tony sits on the ground. He is already dressed in a onesie with little stars on it.

“Tony?” asks Peter and at that the toddler looks up.

“Do you know who i am?” asks Peter than and Tony still looks at him. He doesn’t seem to recognize him.

“Papa!” says Tony then and holds his hands up. Peter shakes his head.

“Oh no I’m not your Papa, I’m Peter.” answers Peter and oh god. He wants to go home.

Tony looks down sadly. He even sniffles.

“Whats wrong?” asks Peter and kneels down beside Tony.

“N-nobody wants Tony.” whispers Tony then and he sniffles again. A few tears drop on the carpet.

“Oh sweetie. Thats not true.” answers Peter and he feels bad for Tony.

“All kids are gone. Everybody got a family but me.” says Tony and Peter sighs.

So Tony can’t remember who he is and he can’t remember that Steve and the others are normally adults, too. Great. But he saw how Sam picked Steve and Bucky and how Coulson took Clint and Natasha. They left Tony here alone.

“No no! I’m here to take care of you!” says Peter and smiles gently. Tony gasps at that.

“Why?” asks Tony and Peters heart breaks.

“Because i really like you.” whispers Peter and Tony looks up with his big brown eyes.

“Oh.” says Tony and Peter smiles.

“So Uncle Peter will take care of you, would you like that?” asks Peter and Tony giggles.

“Yes please.” he says sweetly and Peter coos. God he is so cute. So Peter picks him up and looks around.

“Well where do we start…”

*

“And how is it, Quill? Bet Stark is the real horror.” says Coulson the next morning when Peter sits in the kitchen.

“Fine.” grumbles Peter back. It makes him angry that they all talk about Tony like that.

“Noooooo.” screams Natasha now when Coulson wants to give her some from her breakfast. Clint is already throwing his food on the ground. Peter laughs.

He deserves that.

Peter finishes his breakfast and stands up. He needs to get Tony so his little one can eat something too.

“Good morning baby.” says Peter when he enters their room. Tony is still laying in bed. Fast asleep.

Peter chuckles and then goes over to him. Carefully he strokes Tonys dark curls and Tonys huffs a bit. He sucks lazily on his pacifier.

“You need to wake up bambino.” says Peter and Tony rubs his eyes sleepily.

“Petey?” asks Tony muffled around his pacifier. Peter chuckles.

“Yes and i have food for you!” says Peter and at that Tony opens his eyes and spits the pacifier out.

“Nanas?” he asks and Peter nods.

“Of course there are bananas.” says Peter and picks Tony up.

“But i need to change you first.” announces Peter and Tony groans.

“No!” he says but its not angry. Peter kisses him on the cheek.

“Oh yes. And you can even pick your outfit.” answers Peter and Tony gasps.

“Wanna be a g-g…. man from the moon like you!” says Tony and he seems really excited.

“A guardian. Of course i see what i can find.” says Peter and Tony smiles at him. He is such a cute child. How could Coulson and Fury only think that he would be horrible.

*

15 Minutes later Peter carries Tony into the kitchen. Its a mess. He can hear Bucky and Steve screaming. And Natasha is still crying. Wonderful.

“Loud.” says Tony and puts his hands over his ears.

Peter nods.

“I know. Its okay hm? We need to get some food in that little tummy.” says Peter and tickles Tony.

Tony giggles loudly at that. He wears a onesie with a spaceship on it and Peter wrote “Little Guardian” on the front. Tony loved it.

“Hungry Petey.” says Tony and Peter puts him in a highchair. Tony looks a bit confused at that, but he doesn’t say anything.

“And what do we say, sweetie?” asks Peter and takes Tonys little bowl.

“Please.” says Tony sweetly and Peter gives him the bowl. Tony takes the spoon and starts eating. Peter smiles.

“How did you do that?” asks Sam now and Peter grins.

“How did i do what?” asks Peter back and he sees how shyly Tony looks at Sam. He even squirms in his seat.

“He is so polite and….good.” says Sam and Peter glares at him.

“Of course he is! And whats up with your ….boys?” asks Peter and Sam shrugs.

“They don’t sleep. They won’t eat. I don’t know.” says Sam and Peter could help him. But he doesn’t want to.

Tony uses this moment to spill some of his pudding. It falls on his onesie and Tony looks down.

“Oh no.” he whispers and in the next moment he cries. Sam grins a bit. But Peter rushes over to him.

“Hey no. Don’t cry, bambino.” says Peter and Tony struggles not to cry even harder.

“S-sorry. I didn’t mean t-to.” says Tony and his underlip wobbles. Peter shushes him and kisses his curls.

“Don’t worry. Its just a onesie, hm? I will change you. Nothing happened.” whispers Peter and Tony sniffles.

“R-really?” he asks and Peter nods.

“Course. Everything is alright. I’m gonna clean you up and if you want i can feed you?” asks Peter and Tony gasps.

“I’m too big for that!” he says and Peter laughs.

“How old are you exactly?” asks Sam who still stands with them.

“Two and 5 months.” says Tony and he holds up two fingers. Peter coos again. He is so sweet. Peter takes a washcloth and wipes Tony a bit cleaner.

“And you aren’t too big for that. If you want it then i’ll do it.” says Peter and Tony nods shyly.

“Please.” he says again and Sam smiles.

“God he is the cutest baby on the world.” says Sam and Peter nods.

“He really is.” he says and holds the spoon up for Tony. Tony eats from the spoon, rubs at his tummy and smiles again.

Yep. The cutest baby ever.

*

“Tony i have a surprise for you.” says Peter when they are in their room again. He had found it in one of the cardboards.

“For me?” asks Tony and looks excited.

“Of course. Because you are so good.” says Peter and holds the stuffed animal up. Its a little Raccoon.

Tonys eyes sparkle.

Peter holds the stuffed animal out for him, but Tony doesn’t take it.

“You can have it. You aren’t too big for that either.” says Peter and this time Tony takes it. He cuddles it agains his cheek.

“Its so fluffy!” he gasps and kisses the raccoon on the nose. Peter smiles down at him.

“We could pick a name together, hm?” asks Peter and kneels down beside Tony.

Tony frowns and seems to think really hard about that. Peter strokes his curls again.

“What about Rocket?” asks Peter and laughs. Tony shakes his head.

“ ’s not a good name for a ra-ra-ccon?” Tony tries the word and Peter has to laugh again.

“No you are right what was Uncle Peter thinking.”

“Eddy?” asks Tony then and Peter laughs.

“Thats a very good name.” he says and Tony nods very seriously.

“Hello Eddy. I’m Tony.” says Tony then and shakes the stuffed animals hand. Peter can’t help it he need to film this.

*
“Do you want to play with the others?” asks Peter a few hours later, when they are all in the living room. Bucky and Steve are playing with some cars. Natasha is sleeping on the couch and Clint is busy playing with some dolls.

Tony shrugs. He sits on Peters lap and cuddles with Eddy.

“I bet it will be fun.” says Peter and carefully sets Tony down.

“Otay.” whispers Tony around his pacifier and he crawls over to Clint..

“Can i play?” he asks Clint and puts Eddy next to him.

“No.” says Clint and he even pushes Eddy away. Before Peter can react to that, Tony nods. His underlip wobbles but he takes Eddy and kisses his nose.

“ ’s okay Eddy.” he whispers and then looks at Bucky and Steve.

“We don’t want to play with you, Baby!” says Steve and this time Tony sits down and cries. Peter is there in a second.

“Wilson! Coulson!” he says angrily and picks Tony up.

“Steve we don’t say something like that!” says Sam and he seems angry at that, too. Coulson takes Clints dolls away.

In exactly ten seconds Clint and Steve start crying. And a moment later Bucky starts crying, too.

Peter groans.

“Hey its okay bambino. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Tony sniffles. It takes Peter half an hour to calm him down.

*

Later that night he comes with some dinner for him and Tony in their room and sees the little one on the ground with Eddy.

“ ’s okay Eddy. Nobody liked me before.” says Tony and wipes some tears away.

Peter nearly throws the food on the ground.

*

The next days he spends all his time with Tony. And he always makes sure that Tony feels loved.

Tony giggles the whole week. He is always happy and never says no or breaks something. He is just a cute little boy who needs attention.

The guardians show up on friday and Tony adores them.

“What is that in his hand?” asks Rocket and Tony holds Eddy up.

“Thats baby you!” giggles Tony and Rocket growls.

“A Raccoon stuffed animal? Really?” he asks Peter who only shrugs. Tony giggles.

“Tony what did you told me when i said we should name the raccoon rocket.” asks Peter and grins.

“ ’s not a good name for a raccoon.” giggles Tony and Rocket gasps.

“What did he say?” asks Rocket and Tony taps his nose.

“ but ’s good name for you.” says Tony and Rocket stops for a moment.

“Why are you so cute?” asks Rocket then and Tony shrugs.

“Am i cute?” he asks and Peter nods.

And how cute he is!

6

That’s it! Rukia! 
Now say it 100 to 200 more times to remember it!

Was only a matter of time until I drew an IchiRuki baby. Name? Not a clue. I’m terrible when it comes to naming things. I leave it to people more into the Japanese language. Although I’ve always had a soft spot for when people name their kids after someone who had influence in their life. (Goku naming Gohan after his grandpa for example) So I guess I’ll be going with Kaien. Yeah, predictable, right?

So, I was watching Fade to Black. And for some reason this came into my head. I just wanted to draw Ichigo teaching his and Rukia’s kid to say ‘Mama’ and being a complete dork about it. 

Renji’s just like, 'Crap! I hope he doesn’t learn shunpo any time soon.' 

Flash Crawling! Wouldn’t put it past Yoruichi to try teaching him that. XD If only to piss off Uncle Byakuya.

More to come. Maybe. Just wanted to do something cheerful. To cheer myself up a bit. What better than OTP babies?

Commission Info

  • Crowley: good job out there
  • Yuu: thanks dad
  • Squad: ???
  • Yuu: why is everyone staring at me?
  • Shinoa: you just called Crowley dad. you said thanks dad
  • Yuu: what? no i didn't. i said thanks man
  • Crowley: do you see me as a father figure Yuu?
  • Yuu: no, if anything, i see you as a bother figure cause you're always bothering me
Secrets

Requested By Anon

Pairings: Loki x Reader


Thor has created a chatroom.

Thor has invited Sam, Vision, Bruce, Wanda, Scott, T’Challa.

Thor: Greetings my friends. I would like to inform you all of the riveting secret I have uncovered.

Bruce: I did not take you for one to gossip.

Wanda: If it’s a secret, we should not know about it.

T’Challa: Respect peoples privacy, Thor.

Vision: It is most likely something embarrassing, in which case do not inform us about it and tarnish someone’s reputation momentarily.

Scott: If the person wanted us to know, they would have told us, but they didn’t.

Thor: It concerns my brother.

Bruce: Why didn’t you just say so?!

T’Challa: Tell us everything!

Scott: Oh thank god. I really wanted to know the secret but my conscience was getting in the way.

Wanda:

Wanda: Go on.

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She Should Be
  • **221B Baker Street. Sherlock and Archie are sitting on the couch, with his laptop on the coffee table in front of them. Rosie is dozing in her Moses basket next to Sherlock.**
  • Archie: *browses through crime scene photos* Is Dr Hooper coming over?
  • Sherlock: *on his phone* Yes. *glances at Archie with a smile* Molly's promised to bring a heart after work. We're experimenting on it once your parents pick you up.
  • Archie: *nods* My mum watches this show called 'Murdoch Mysteries'. It's about Detective Murdoch, who's like you if you were a Canadian copper in the old-timey era.
  • Sherlock: What kind of 'old-timey' era? Regency? Victorian? Edwardian?
  • Archie: Victorian, I think.
  • Sherlock: *types on his phone* What about this Murdoch character?
  • Archie: He uses new, scientific methods to solve murders, just like on 'CSI'. But his methods are only called that cos they're in the Victorian era and his boss prefers old-school ways of solving murders.
  • Sherlock: *puts his phone down next to his laptop* What does that have to do with Molly coming over later?
  • Archie: Detective Murdoch has a girlfriend. She looks at the corpses at crime scenes and works on them at the morgue to find out what killed them and stuff. They get along great as friends. She supports him all the time, and he trusts her skills and knowledge. She helps him out a lot too. Dr Ogden's like Dr Hooper. That's why she's your girlfriend!
  • Sherlock: *stares at Archie* Molly isn't my girlfriend!
  • Archie: *turns to Sherlock* She's not?! *stares at the photo of a severed head* *frowns* Oh. *glances at Sherlock and shrugs* She should be.
  • Molly: *walks in carrying a small cooler* Hello, boys! *looks sheepish when Rosie starts to fuss* Whoops! *goes over to the basket to pick up the crying baby* Sorry, Rosie!
  • Sherlock: *stands up* *takes the cooler from Molly* She'll need feeding soon, so I'll go warm her bottle.
  • Sherlock & Molly: *work together to change Rosie's nappies, feed her, and put her back to sleep*
  • Archie: *opens folder of more gruesome photos* *mumbles to himself* Yep, she's his girlfriend.
  • **Later, after the Watsons and Archie's parents pick up the kids.**
  • Sherlock: *gathers Molly in his arms and kisses her*
  • Molly: *kisses him back after a moment* *gives him a shocked look when they come up for air* Wh-what was that for?!
  • Sherlock: *smirks* Archie helped me realise something.
  • Molly: Realise what?
  • Sherlock: That you should be my girlfriend. Or wife, if you pref––Mmmmmmmph!
  • Molly: *snogs the daylights out of him*
prompt #8 (Derek Hale)

8.“please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.” Requested by @julieanncupcake

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“this way!” Scott yelled pulling me in another direction.

We were currently out in the woods, Gerard Argent hunting my brother Scott unmercifully.

“Scott you can’t escape and help your sister.” Gerard called through a bull horn.

He was just trying to tempt Scott, and I knew that. We kept running, but I was finding it harder to keep up.

“Scott wait.” I said breathing heavily.

We tripped and started rolling down a hill. I felt my ankle twist. We were groaning in pain.

“we have to go.” Scott said coming over to me.

“need some help?” a voice says from behind me.

I was lifted in someone’s arms, Derek’s. Scott got up and we started running again.

“I’ll take her to my loft you lose the hunters.” Derek said running a different direction from Scott.

I tried to object but my voice was not heard. When we were far enough away Derek stopped running and started to walk.

please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.” I said trying to wiggle out of Derek’s arms.

I know what you’re thinking a gorgeous man is carrying you and you want out of his arms? Being in his arms made me extremely nervous and I could feel my face heating up as we went on plus I needed to see if my brother was okay.

“let you down? you’re lucky it’s just a sprained ankle. It could’ve been a broken leg, a broken back, an arrow through you’re chest.” Derek grumbled as we approached his loft.

“okay geez I get it, lots of body mutilation.” I said as Derek set me down on his bed in the loft.

“no you know what you don’t get it.” He growled.

“oh Derek let me apologize for my brother ex girlfriends psycho grandfather trying to kill me.” I said standing up and crossing my arms over my chest.

“sit down you’re hurt.” Derek said coming over and pushing me back on the bed.

“I’m fine, I don’t need you to babysit me."  I snapped.

"than you should be more careful.” Derek said grabbing my ankle to look at it.

“yeah well I didn’t plan on plunging down a hill today. If i’m such a nuisance to you why did you help?” I said letting a tear slip from my eye.

This made Derek look up from what he was doing.

“you think you’re a nuisance to me?” He asked standing up so he was now towering over me.

“seems like it yeah.” I said letting some more tears fall.

Derek cupped my cheek wiping away the tears with his thumb.

“you should be more careful because you have no idea what it would do to me if you got hurt.” He said not looking me in the eyes.

Derek just admitted that he cared about me. I was speechless, Derek wasn’t known to be very in touch with his feelings.

“than maybe I need a werewolf to protect me.” I said putting my hand on top of his.

Derek leaned down slowly putting his forehead on mine.

“i’ll always protect you.” He said closing the remaining distance.

It was the best kiss I’d ever experienced in my life. What sprained ankle?


prompt from: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/161065686187/teen-wolf-imagine-prompts

This turned out better than I thought it was going to lol. Honestly I just start writing and hope for the best. Anyways hope you liked!

Water Fight - Derek Hale x Reader

A/N: This is a bonus chapter for Wait in Line, hope you enjoy! 

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist


(Y/n) had thought she could handle babysitting her cousin and his best friend but she couldn’t have been more wrong. Stiles was even more hyperactive than she remembered and Scott only seemed to urge him on.

The eleven-year-olds were running in circles around the garden as they shouted at the top of their voices. (Y/n) cursed under her breath when they found the water guns she’d poorly hidden behind the barbeque and turned to each other with eager smiles. Pulling out her phone, she knew she would need help.


Derek was sat at his desk, trying and failing to write a paper for English when his phone screen flashed with an incoming message.

(Y/n): I’m under attack. Send reinforcements.

He jumped out of his desk chair as his heart thundered in his ears. The paper on his desk forgotten as he rushed down the stairs while ignoring his family’s confused questions.


Derek ran all the way across Beacon Hills, making it to (y/n)’s in record time. He focused his hearing as he crept towards the house. There were three heartbeats somewhere inside, all beating at alarmingly high rates. He tried to ignore the images of what could be happening that were flashing behind his eyes as he cautiously pulled the front door open.

Derek was sweeping the house when he heard a yelp outside. His claws protracted as he pushed open the door that led to (y/n)’s garden. He spotted her straight away, she was crouched behind the half wall that separated the patio from the rest of the garden. A smile spread across her face when she spotted him but it quickly turned into a panicked frown when she saw his claws.

“What the hell have you got those out for?” Derek stared at her in disbelief as he moved closer to her.

“You said you were under attack” He whisper yelled. (Y/n) moved to pull him down next to her when a water balloon hit him on the head, soaking his hair and making his t-shirt cling to his chest. She bit her lip as she tried to hold back her laughter.

“When I said I was under attack I meant that I was babysitting my cousin and he decided we should have a water fight” Her words trailed off into a fit of giggles as she braced herself against the wall.

Derek ran his hand through his wet hair before turning to her with a scowl. “You didn’t think to include any of that in your text?”

“I did tell you I was babysitting today” He threw his hands up in exasperation just as another balloon accompanied by the spray of a water gun hit him in the chest. (Y/n) reached for his hand and pulled him down next to her while trying to ignore how clearly she could see the outline of his muscles through the dripping material of his top. Derek continued to glare at her as she poorly concealed her laughter with a cough. “Oh c’mon, it’s funny”

“Are you the one who’s soaking wet?”

“No, but I am the one who’s been stuck behind this wall for twenty minutes”

“I feel so bad for you” His words were clipped as he continued to sulk.

“Derek-“

“You have no idea how worried I was, I ran the whole way here” Her gaze softened as she brushed the wet hair off his forehead before pressing a kiss to his cheek. Derek practically melted under her touch but he forced a frown to stay on his face.

“Thank you for coming to save me” Just as she peeked her head over the wall, a water balloon flew through the air and popped by their feet. “Now, will you help me catch two eleven-year-olds?”

“There’s two of them?”


(Y/n) squealed as Stiles continued to shoot at her while he laughed uncontrollably. For a brief period, she’d managed to get hold of his gun while Derek chased after Scott but Stiles was sneaky and had snatched it from her before gradually backing her into a corner. She took another step back, just missing Scott as he ran behind her legs. Derek, however, was moving far too quickly to change course, running straight into (y/n).

He caught her as they fell, bracing her head in his hands as he landed on top of her. An apology was on his lips but (y/n) started to laugh as she caught a droplet of water running down Derek’s cheek with her thumb.

“I can’t believe we’re losing to two eleven-year-olds” She whispered playfully as she tried to avoid looking at his lips.

“We can still turn this around” They both snickered at his serious tone. Derek shook his head while a stupidly happy smile played on his cheeks. He braced himself on one arm, looking around the garden. “Where did they go?”

(Y/n) sat up slightly, her eyes scanning the garden. “I have no idea”

When Derek turned back to face her, they were so close to one another, all he would have to do is tilt his head forward and they would be kissing. The idea was all too appealing as he found his body moving on its own. (Y/n)’s eyes shifted from his to his lips as he inched closer.

She was about to meet him in the middle when a bucket of water was dumped over their heads. They both gasped in shock before scrambling after the boys.


It took about an hour of getting repeatedly hit with water balloons and attacked with water guns before Derek and (y/n) finally managed to get Stiles and Scott inside, both of them ignoring what almost happened earlier. Running around had made the kids somewhat tired and they happily changed into dry clothes as (y/n) made their tea on the promise they got to have ice cream for dessert.

As (y/n) stirred the pasta sauce, Derek walked into the kitchen, self-consciously pulling at the t-shirt she’d given him to wear. It used to be his and once upon a time it had fitted him perfectly, but that was last year before he’d had another growth spurt and had started to fill out. The t-shirt clung to his chest and every time he so much as moved his arms it exposed half of his torso.

(Y/n) turned to talk to him but stopped when a surprised laugh escaped her mouth. “You look adorable”

Derek didn’t respond, crossing his arms across his chest before hastily pulling the top back down. (Y/n)’s eyes went wide as she caught a glimpse of his toned stomach, her cheeks flushing red as she turned her attention back to their dinner. Derek didn’t know what to say, still shocked from how close they’d been to kissing.


“I’m going to tell Dad you have a boyfriend” (Y/n) rolled her eyes as she pulled the curtains shut. Scott had gone home an hour ago which meant that Stiles had some time to play by himself before it was time to go to bed.

“For the last time, Derek is not my boyfriend” (Y/n) loved her cousin, she really did, but she couldn’t wait for him to fall asleep so she could have a break.

“Then why did he come to save you?” Stiles’ tone was smug as he climbed into bed.

She turned to him with her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing when he tried to hide his toys under the covers. “If you were in danger, don’t you think Scott would come to save you?”

Stiles paused for a moment, chewing his lip before he reluctantly handed over his toys. “Yeah, but I don’t think he would try to kiss me afterwards”

(Y/n)’s cheeks flamed red as she struggled to find a response. Giving up, she trudged to the door after wishing him goodnight.

She could barely lift her feet off the floor as she all but shuffled into her bedroom. Derek was waiting, his eyes focused on the book he’d picked up off her desk as he pretended he hadn’t heard everything Stiles had said. (Y/n) climbed into bed next to him, snuggling into his shoulder as she pressed a lazy kiss there.

“Do I look like a pillow?” His tone was light as he smiled done at her, thankful that her eyes were shut so she couldn’t see the blush that was warming his cheeks.

“No, you look like a teddy bear” Derek snickered, too tired to argue as his fingers played with the ends of her hair. They fell into a comfortable silence as they relaxed for the first time that day.

“Thank you for coming, I don’t know what I would have done without you”

“No problem” (Y/n) snuggled further into his chest before falling asleep wrapped in Derek’s arms.

3

Padma: You kids were down there a pretty long time! Did you get your project done?

Grae: For the most part. There’s still some things to work on but, w-we were gonna go to the library tomorrow to finish working on it.

Padma: That’s great! Oh, Kia, do you think maybe you’d like to stay for dinner? It’s taco casserole night~

Kia: Thanks, Mrs. Patel but, I think I should start heading home. I kiinda promised my parents I’d babysit my younger brother tonight.

Padma: Ohh, okay then. Another time?

Kia: Totally!

Padma: Great! Oh, and me and my husband were going to be throwing a little get together next weekend for Spooky Day. You’re more than welcome to stop by if you’d like?

Grae: Ohh, yeah! The costume party thing??

Kia: That’d be pretty awesome! Sure, I’d love to swing by.

Padma: Fabulous! It’s gonna be so … lit!

Kia & Grae: ……

Padma: What?? Isn’t that what you kids say?

Grae: (internally) Dear god just please take me now, I’m ready for the sweet release of death..

Fashionista

MariChat May 21st: Akumatized Marinette

(ao3)

Summary: Chat finds Marinette holding a girl hostage.


“Marinette, what are you doing?”

Marinette blinked at him. “It’s Fashionista now, actually.”

Chat sighed. “Okay then, Fashionista.” He shook his head at the name. “What are you doing?”

Marinette looked at the spools of the thread in her hands and then to the girl she had tied up with them. “Taking a hostage.” She said nonchalantly.

“Right.” Chat raised a brow. “Are you expecting me to just give up or…?”

Marinette pouted. “You’re supposed to save her.”

“But…” Chat look between Marinette and her hostage. “What if I don’t want to?” He smirked.

Marinette made a frustrated noise. “Come on kitty, do me a favor? Just this once.”

He grinned. “Sure, but you owe me.”

She nodded and was surprised by him moving quickly toward her. She moved to throw the threads over him, but he was too quick picking her up and throwing her onto the chaise. Manon cheered as he freed her from her bounds.

“How was that, Princess?” He asked with a smirk.

Marinette press the back of her hand to her forehead. “Oh no! I have been defeated by the brave Chat Noir!” She said dramatically and then added. “Pretty good. Thanks Chat.”

Manon giggled and Chat joined her by chuckling. “You’re pretty good yourself.” He said.

Marinette got up from the chaise. “Hey Manon, why don’t you go downstairs? I think my mom was making snacks.”

Immediately the girl detached herself from Chat’s leg and darted down the stairs. Chat shook his head in amusement at the little girl and Marinette let out an exhausted sigh.

“So, Fashionista huh?” He jeered.

Marinette looked at him dryly. “It was the first thing I could think of Chat Noir

Chat pouted. “Hey now. Chat is a purrfect superhero name.” He pout morphed into a smirk. “That garbage bag suits you.”

Marinette groaned and tore off the pink garbage back she was using as her supervillain outfit. “I forgot I was wearing that.” She pouted, embarrassed.

“I swear that outfit reminded me of something.” He chuckled and missed the way Marinette paled. “Must have been some show or something.”

“Yeah!” She squeaked. “Some show… or something!”

He frowned at her weird behavior. “Well anyway, I just came here to ask if you wanted this.” He held out a ticket towards her. “Wasn’t really expecting you to get akumatized though.” He chuckled as she reached out to grab the ticket.

She gasped. “Is this…?”

He nodded. “Yep, VIP ticket to the next big Gabriel men’s fashion show.” He gestured to her designs. “Thought you might want to go.” He smirked.

He was surprised when Marinette tackled him into a tight hug. “Thanks Chat.” She murmured into his chest.

He shook his head and then smiled. “Your welcome, Princess.” He hugged her back.

They stood like that for a moment longer before separating. They both blushed and rubbed at the back of their necks.

“I-I should get back to babysitting Manon!”

“Right. I have stuff to do so…”

They both looked at each other nervously. “Gotta go!” They both said at the same time.

Chat left through her balcony hatch.

Before he jumped off her balcony he stopped to look at the hatch to her room. “Really Marinette, I should be the one thanking you.” With that said he jumped.

Back in her room Marinette sighed and held the ticket to her chest. “He’s so great.” She smiled dreamily.

Tikki shook her head from where she was hiding. “Great. Now she has two crushes.” She sighed. Why did her chosen have to be such a romantic? Tikki watched as the smiling girl headed downstairs and sighed. At least she was happy.

UAW

#stiles texting scott about derek probably (tag via raisesomehale; original post)

I saw this and I couldn’t help myself. The pick up line Derek uses is from this installment of the Stiles Pick Up Lines series by teamsciles. Bc it’s been stuck in my head as a go-to bad pick up line for at least a month now lol. Don’t ask why I have a go-to bad pick up line.

(Read on AO3) 

“Dude, no.”

“You haven’t seen him Scott,” Stiles tells his friend over the phone. He’s attempting to use his menu as a partition and peering around the edges conspicuously to make sure Unfairly Attractive Waiter isn’t lurking nearby. He looks as though he could be a lurker. But like…in a good way.

“I don’t have to see him to know that you’re about to get overly attached, completely bomb, and spend the next week on my couch with one of those extra-large pizzas from Antonio’s.”

“That seems like a hasty assumption,” he mutters under his breath.

“Allison is coming home tomorrow, Stiles. I can’t babysit you.”

“You should probably tone on the judginess right now. Allison has literally only been gone for three days, and you’ve been talking like you’re in the Sahara and she’s the last glass of water on the planet.” Stiles pushes the menu down flat onto the table and splays his hand across the center fold. “Also. I resent the implication that I am in need of a nanny when in distress.”

“You’re in need of a nanny on a good day,” Scott tells him flatly. “In distress, you need an entire daycare center.”

“Shit!” Stiles whispers harshly. “He’s coming back, bro. I gotta jet.”

“Stiles! Make sure you don’t say ‘gotta jet’ at any point in the conversation! Stil—”

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anonymous asked:

characters and how they react to MC asking them to pretty pleeease babysit MC's baby sibling/relative :)

I really like this, mainly, just, because I babysit my own baby siblings ALL THE TIME. I like to consider myself a professional babysitter *dramatically flips hair* although I’m not sure if that’s something I should brag about… Ok-moving on-I’m going to include how babysitting MC’s siblings would go too btw if you don’t mind.

Asra: I’m sorry did you say, baby??? This man despises responsibility and will avoid it at any cost. He’d chuckle for a moment before deciding to flash you his cheeky grin forcing you to quietly shuffle your legs a bit and, in the safety of your mind, hate him for his attractive and beautifully stunning white teeth-no one has ever made teeth look that attractive. He’d talk about how he was planning on traveling soon and should go now as “the time is right” before turning away and apologizing for not being able to help you as he begins to collect his things around the shop. In truth, and MC suspects this too, he’s just leaving to be able to avoid having to watch a small, helpless and obnoxious child. MC begins to question him the usual: why so suddenly, where would you go and what about your baby sibling/relative?-as Asra opens the door to leave. He simply turns to face them and smiles, causing them to grit their teeth in annoyance to his lack of cooperation and an explanation before cupping their face in one hand and looking deeply into their eyes. MC blushes a furious red, as their knees go weak and their brain searches for answers. All he says is “I’ll see you soon” before walking into the dark mist of the night and disappearing without a trace. MC is left confused and irritated before huffing a sigh and going back into the shop.

Nadia:  Would freak out immediately-just on the inside. Her eyes would widen with glimpses of her emotions in the specs of her eyes, but as soon as MC sees it, it seems to disappear without a trace. She’d blush for a moment feeling flattered that MC would trust her enough to even consider her a good option for babysitting but then she’d sneer at the thought of having to deal with a loud, rude, annoying and mannerless small human. Nonetheless, she can see how much MC would really like her to watch them and she would accept. When she’d be left alone with the child, she’d try her best to be friendly and kind, but will soon realize that she isn’t cut out for babysitting as she grows more and more irritated with them. The piercing cries of the child ring in her ears no matter how much she tries to make them stop. She asks if they want food, and they cry; she asks if they would like to play with some toys and they cry. She brings them outside, but someone this just makes them even louder. She eventually gets angry and glares at the child, her nostrils flaring, her voice elevated and her eyes paralyzing. Before she loses her temper Portia enters the room offering to help and Nadia gladly accepts. When MC comes back for their young relative, they’d find Nadia sitting in a chair and openly sneering at the child as Portia continues to make them laugh and smile. When Nadi notices them she’d express how surprised she is to find that MC, being a great person as they are, is related to such a loud, obnoxious and demanding pest as Portia continues to play peek-a-boo with them.

Julian: Would stare blankly for a minute.He can easily understand how important of a question that is and knows that it shouldn’t be taken lightly, so he takes the time to think about the decision-knowing that how well he does with the child will affect his relationship with MC. At first, MC would just think that he didn’t hear them and begin to ask again before Julian abruptly interrupts them and accepts the responsibility. Moments after MC leaves the child with him they’d just stand and stare at each other a good distance apart and sizing each other up. Julian at first would just be lost in thought as of what to do before the child insults him-claiming he looks like a fool. Julian Immediately flashes the child his cocky smile with his annoyingly bright white teeth before exclaiming that he’ll prove what a true fool looks like. He’d bring the child to all of his favorite-and secluded-spots all over Vesuvia showing them how he entertains himself throughout the day(when he’s not at a bar) and points out all of these small but funny moments that people have in the market. He’d bring them back to the shop as they wait for Mc to come back and he’d let the child try on his jacket as they wait. Unfortunately, due to how tall Julian is compared to the child, the child starts screaming once the jacket falls on top of them, in Julian’s poor attempt to hand the jacket to them, as it’s so large and heavy they can no longer see and are lost within the jacket. MC walks in as Julian starts searching for the child frantically under his jacket and once he notices MC he’d apologize profusely and start nervously rambling.

Muriel: Wouldn’t know how to respond. He has absolutely no experience with kids except for the times when he was once a child as well. He doesn’t know what they’d like or what they’d want to do, and he, surely, wouldn’t be comfortable with another person around him the majority of the time. Regardless of all his worries he nervously accepts and when he’s left alone with the child he doesn’t really look at them. He stands in front of the child for a long time with his head down and his eyes closed wondering what to do with them. He simply decides to just watch them from a distance and so he begins to walk away from them only to have the child follow. He turns around and sees the child looking up at him expectantly. He begins to feel the sweat beating down his forehead when he feels the bottom of his furs being jostling around a bit. He looks down and finds the child examining his furs closely before rubbing them on his face. He freezes realizing he’s never had someone this close to him in years. By the time evening arrives, and Mc finds Muriel and their sibling, they find Muriel sitting on the floor with the child laughing joyfully and smiling, showcasing some of their missing teeth, as they can as they attempt to climb Muriel. Mc only chuckles quietly before Muriel or the child notice them.

Portia: Would delightfully accept and smile happily at the idea. She’d ask MC a bunch of questions about their sibling-like what’s their favorite thing to do, or what’s their favorite food? Just so that she can provide the maximum entertainment for them. Once the child is left in her care, she smiles and offers them a private tour of the palace. She’d show them the balcony and the gardens where they’d get to see them all different kinds of exotic and she’d let the child nervously touch the petals and smell them as they examine the flowers. Portia, later, would introduce them to the maze where she’d tell them hundreds of people have gotten lost within and have never been seen again. She’d then invite them to play a game of hide-and-seek and they’d excitedly accept determined to be the first one in and out of the maze-supposedly. Portia, being sneaky as she is, would pretend to not know where the child is for hours as they play when really she could have caught them within three minutes of the game starting. After the tiring game, she’d bring the child to the backdoors of the kitchen and let them snack on some delicious and expensive dishes that the Countess didn’t touch earlier that day. To end the day, she’d bring them to her “secret lair” and show them her cottage and her cat where’d she invite them to come anytime. MC would come back to the palace grounds and find their siblings cuddling with Pepi on the cottage porch.

Lucio: Would accept the responsibility but be horrible at it. Once the child is left in his care he’d gloat about his awesomeness and his skills that earned him special achievements. He’d show the child all his shining trophies and spotless medals and glorious paintings but this would simply bore the child to death as they’d be rolling their eyes and annoyed to death by his own superiority. They’d eventually sneak off without much effort, as Lucio was beginning to go into details describing the time he was posing for one of his favourite portraits and by the time Lucio turns around, to face the child who’s no longer there, he’d hear a crash from one of his rooms and dash over to the booming sound. When he realizes the scene before him his eyes, his nostrils would flare a scarlet but vibrant red as if smoke would come out of his mouth and his brows would furrow and come together as if they were never separate, to begin with. The child would freeze, in what Lucio would see it as, their crime scene: his sheets would be scattered across the floor, his pillows torn and tattered, his once white and soft as snow furs stomped on and a dull grey. His furious cries could be heard from the palace gates as he screams for the guards and demands the child be executed for his crimes. When MC arrives to bring the child home, they’d find the young sibling crying their eyes out as their head rests on the chopping block. MC would immediately scream and dash over to their sibling-saving them-before turning around to glare at Lucio and fleeing the palace grounds.

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The Truth *Derek Hale x Reader*

Warnings- Angst, smut, language, I think that’s. Besides most likely shitty writing.

Requested?- Yes, @arlaina28


Derek Hale, the perfect definition of a heartbreak waiting to happen. Yet, why do I still love him when he sees me as a kid he’s babysitting? In reality I should have an undisputed hatred towards him, yet still I can’t bring myself to hate him. No it’s not just because of his dastardly good looks, or his tragic backstory. It’s because of the rare glimpses I get at his heart. Those moments that I get to see him have true emotion in his eyes instead of his typical brooding glare. Those are the moments that made me fall head over heels for Derek Hale, and I hate myself for it.


“Y/n?” Derek barked from behind the door, waking me with a start.

This is not how I wanted to start my morning I think to myself as I answer back a simple yes not wanting to anger him more than he already is.

“Get your ass up and get out here now!” his voice sounding more like a growl than anything.

What did I do now? That’s when I realize, my diary was still on the table from last night. That entry was all about him. My eyes immediately dart to the window calculating in my head if escaping through it was a better alternative to what awaited for me behind my bedroom door. 

In the end I decided to just face the music and be berated by my alpha for writing of him in such a way, that made me out to be a fool. Anxiously trying to by myself time. I got up and instead of keeping my pajamas on until it was time for me to shower, I got dressed. Carefully listening to my alpha pace around the living room where I knew he was waiting for me to leave the safety of my room, that’s one of the very few rules set by Derek, if the door to someones personal room is closed you are to leave them be until it is opened. Finally walking out of my room I’m greeted with the sight of Derek, only in his sweatpants, pacing the living room eyes glued to the book in front of him, that book being none other than my diary. I tried to get a scent of him to figure out how angry he was but all I smelt on him was anxiety and something else I just couldn’t put my finger on.

“It appears a certain beta has been keeping something from her Alpha,” Derek spoke breaking the tension in the room, “Any idea reason why you decided to keep something like this from me?” he continued on in a voice that began to have more of sultry tone rather than annoyance.

“I didn’t want you to be upset with me Derek… I’ll leave if you want me to, I’d understand completely why you’d hate me even more now,” my voice shaking tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

His eyes softened at my words, the smell of confusion filling the air. “What do you mean hate you even more? Who said that I hated you?” his voice soft, almost as if he was speaking to a scared animal.

“I just assumed seeing as you always seem pissed whenever you have to deal with me. I just figured you hated me for intruding on your life, you just never gave off the impression that you liked my presence…” my voice small, in that moment I only wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear. My eyes fell to the floor not being able to stand looking at my alpha anymore.

“Y/n I, I don’t hate you… and I’m sorry I made you feel that way… Look I’m not mad at you for writing this stuff,” he spoke softly while slowly moving closer to me until his hand rested on my tensed shoulders. At this point tears were leaking out of my eyes no matter how hard I tried to fight them. “Y/n look at me,” Derek requested using his pointer finger to guide my head to look up, worry shining in his eyes by the tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I’m sorry Derek… I didn’t mean to fall for you…” sorrow filled each word as I spoke, choking up on my words. I didn’t expect Derek to pull my small frame into his chest and his strong arms to encase me in the warmest embrace I’d felt in my life. 

“Y/n you don’t need to be sorry and you certainly don’t have to cry. The reason I’m so hard on you is because I care for you, and that anger you think is aimed towards you is more aimed towards myself because I’m supposed to train you and lead you, not fall for your quirky self,” his words surprising me as my head shot off his chest to look at him.

“What?” astonishment laced the word, eyes wide and mouth left agape.

“I mean it’s hard not to, with your lively spirit, and the face you make when you finally get a move correct in training. And your voice? You probably don’t think I hear you when you decide to sing in the shower, whether it be a known song or one you make up, it sounds like angels coming down from the heavens. You’re a gorgeous, intelligent, and talented woman Y/n, any man who knew you like I do would feel the same,” each word he spoke caused love to shine in his eyes, a smile gracing his features.

“Well that’s a relief,” giving him no time to respond asking what that meant, my lips crashed into his, taken aback by my initiative Derek grasped my hips in his large hands and kissed me back with all his worth. 

Not breaking the kiss until our lungs burned with the need for oxygen, our eyes met and a silent question hung in the air. A small smirk graced Derek’s face causing me to raise an eyebrow. Opening my mouth to speak I was cut off by a gasp as Derek swiftly bent down and lifted me with two hands gripping onto my ass. His lips meeting mine again as he walked us to his bedroom.

Dropping me on his bed, the tension thick. “Do you know how hot you look right now? But before I do anything else, I have to ask… is this what you want?” he spoke into my ear in a seductive growl sending a shiver up my spine.

Instead of answering him with words, I ripped my top off and pulled his head down to kiss him again. A growl escaping his throat at my actions. Derek dropped his lips to my neck and sucking behind my ear. 


“You know,” his voice tantalizingly low, “you had some pretty intense stuff in that diary of yours. I’ve never gotten hard just reading something but God that shit got me harder than steel,” Grinding his hardening cock against me almost to prove a point, a moan escaping me. “Shit baby that was hot,” Derek groaned into my ear.

My mind was clouded with Derek, already close to cloud nine and he hadn’t even touched me yet. “Derek,” desperation present in my voice, “I need you to touch me, please Derek,”.

“Don’t worry babygirl I have you,” his voice getting impossibly deeper as his hand grazed down the middle of my abdomen, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Gasps of breath leaving my lips as he got closer to my sopping pussy, only to slightly brush over it. His skillful hand went and unclasped the button and zipper from my shorts, dipping his fingers into the waistband of my panties after doing so. “Shit baby, you’re already so wet for me,” Derek whispered into my ear.

“Only for you Der, please stop teasing me I need you,” Derek decided to take pity on me and pushed his ring and middle finger into my tight heat curling them in a come here motion. Moans fell from my lips without hesitation. The alpha in front of me was taking effect to the sounds I was making.

“The sooner you cum for me this way, the quicker we can get to the real fun,” Derek all but growled into my ear, biting down on the lobe causing a whimper to escape me. Without warning I was cumming hard, taking the suggestion as an order from my alpha, eyes flickering to their golden color. Taking his hand out of my pants, Derek sucked his two fingers into his mouth and groaned, eyes flashing crimson at me. 

“Derek take me, make me yours alpha,” my pants and panties were ripped from my body before I could speak another word, Derek’s shirt and pants following soon after. I was in complete awe of my alpha as he slowly took his boxers off, his hard cock slapping up against his stomach. Everything about him was perfect, his cock at least 8 inches and thick, my mouth watering just looking at it. Derek shoved me to my back and snapped my bra straps with his claws. I shrugged the torn fabric from my shoulders, insanely turned on by the way my alpha was looking at me.

“You ready babygirl?” Derek asked as he gripped his cock in his hand stroking it slightly. 

Not trusting my voice, I nodded enthusiastically, eager to please my alpha.

Lining his cock up with my soaking pussy, he slowly pushed into me groaning as he bottomed out. “Fuck, you’re so tight Y/n,” Derek groaned out pausing to allow me to adjust to the stretch. 

Bucking my hips up in an attempt to get him to move, Derek gripped my thighs and hooked my legs over his shoulders. He began thrusting erratically into me. 

“Oh my god, Derek yes!” I screamed out, the pleasure of having my alpha fucking me so well, hands gripping at the sheets.

“You like that babygirl? You like how your alpha fucks you nice and hard?” Derek groaned out, “You’re so fucking tight baby, you squeeze my cock so well,” his head thrown back in pleasure.

“Fuck Derek, I’m so close,” I moaned out the knot in my stomach tightening getting so close to snapping.

“Cum for me baby, let me feel you cum around me,” Derek groaned out, his cock twitching signalling he was close to his release as well.

Just like that, the dam burst and I was crying out, back arching, and toes curling. “Derek! Alpha, yes!” I cried out pleasure entirely consuming me. 

“Oh shit Y/n I’m so fucking close,” his head dropping down to look at my face, biting his lip as if to keep his noises at bay.

“Do it alpha, cum in me, wanna feel it, please” I pleaded, already close to cumming for my third time in the night. “Need you to claim me alpha please,”

“Shit,” Derek dropped my legs down and nuzzled his head into my neck, “Fuck I’m cumming baby,” I moaned out as I came along with my alpha, crying out his name. “Mine,” Derek growled before baring his teeth and clamping down on my shoulder.

“Fuck yes alpha!” my body arching into his as he rode out our orgasms. Derek released my neck from his teeth and flopping down onto the bed next to me. Out of breath and legs beginning to go numb I turned to look at him, to find him looking at me already.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n,” a smile planted on his face as he spoke, “I really love you, you know that?”

My heart fluttered as he spoke, tears of happiness threatening to spill from my eyes, “I love you too Derek, always have.” With that I snuggled into his side and we quickly fell asleep.

Derek Hale was mine, and I was his. Who would’ve thought that’s how this day would’ve gone.