i want him to read me bedtime stories

and never let me go

Warning: infidelity, internalized homophobia, unhappy marriage

(More warnings: Don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with being trapped in an unhappy marriage because of sexuality) 

Bitty slammed the door shut and threw himself into Jack’s arms. Jack, in turn, pushed him against the door and kissed him roughly, bodies melding together and moving in tandem. They don’t bother removing any clothes, despite the desperate way they’re grasping at each other, only focusing on kissing and kissing and kissing.

“No marks,” Bitty reminded Jack. “And we only have three minutes before you have to go and pick Sophie up.”

“Come with me,” Jack said, in between kisses. “We’re taking my van anyway, there’s more room in the back and I can take you to your meeting after picking her up.”

“Jack-” Bitty let out an embarrassing whine when Jack bit his ears softly. “Okay, okay. Okay,” he pushed him away. “We gotta go now.”

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The Secret (9)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

Baekhyun could feel his heartbeat pounding hard against his chest, loud and fast as he slowly weaved through the chairs towards you and a shy Zoe. He’d never felt this nervous for anything in his life, not even when he debuted and performed at his first showcase with the rest of EXO. He didn’t want to mess this up: his daughter was too important and this was his chance to make up for the years he’d lost.

He introduced himself cheerfully, trying not to let his nerves shine through his voice. He flashed his daughter a bright smile that he hoped would comfort her a little. On the inside however, his stomach was doing somersaults.

“I’m your dad.”

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anonymous asked:

Tiny baby Harry being raised by his Moomy and Dadfoot

aHHHH yes Wolfstar raising Harry is everything to me I need it so much I need Harry raised in a loving home, I need Remus to not be alone, I need Sirius not to spend twelve years in Azkaban, I need the three of them forming a family together, and Harry growing up knowing her has four parents who love him and put him before everything. 

I want Harry curling up with Sirius in his Patronus form to sleep when he has nightmares, I want Remus reading his bedtime story and Remus and Sirius kissing him on the forehead, I want Harry to know he has two adults he can trust with everything. 

How They React When You're Drunk


-actually can’t believe she cares about someone enough to do this

-she mad
*angrily holds hair while you puke*

-all she wants is to get you home
*angrily tucks you in while angrily reading a bedtime story*

-you won’t remember but she will make sure to fill you in later
“You owe me so hard”


-This is so funny to him

-He just goes along with whatever you say
“Can I skinny dip?!”
*snickering* “sure”

-cooks you Mexican drunk foods (makes it extra spicy)

-will take blackmail pics to share with the rest of the team


-so calm
“It’s ok these things happen”

-he acts like your not even drunk and tries to have serious conversations with you

-Chirrut guides you and he’s the blind one. He lends you his stick so you can hold yourself up.

-you keep trying to play tricks on him but end up playing them on yourself
*tries to guide Chirrut into lake*
*falls in lake*


-let’s you keep drinking just so you can learn your lesson
*next day*
“Did you learn something?”

-Definitely the guy who yells “go home you’re drunk” across the bar

-Everytime you try to say something he just responds “you’re drunk”

-hangs your passed out body over his shoulder casually as he walks home


-can hardly keep up with you.
*Bodhi talking about random stuff while walking you home*
*you turn around and he keeps talking*
Bodhi: “don’t you agree?”


-poor guy just wants you to be safe
“I’m gonna swim now!”

-even though he does worry there’s an aspect that’s sweet to it, he likes being there for you

-Let’s you wear his goggles on the way home (they’re way to big for your head)
“I’m a pilot pew pew!”
“I do not sound like that”


-snark snark snark

-gives you drunk facts
“You know 100% of alcoholics are human. Oh! And 0% are droids”

-*you run off*
“I WILL LEAVE YOU BEHIND… oh no please don’t cry I can’t deal with the crying”

-shares every. Detail. The next day

THIS WAS SO FUN!!! Silly requests are my favorite requests honestly


Okay, I know I broke my promise (twice) of making a fluffy fanfic. But I am here to make it up and I swear that this is gonna be fluffy as I possibly can make it fluff. 

Like my other fanfics, this is based on @shinyzango 2D Bendy AU. When Henry grows himself to exhaustion, and it is up to Bendy to make sure that he gets sleep. 

Henry had his eyes half open, a mug of coffee in his hands as he looks at one report, sighing deeply.  It was so late at night and he has been pulling an all-nighters for the past few days. 

Not only was his work getting busy, but the reports he had to do seemed to be getting heavier and heavier by the day. 

He was going to drop from exhaustion soon if this keeps going. 

Henry takes another sip of the coffee. As he ran his hand through his hair, he glance at the time at his watch. 

Almost two in the morning. 

He groans from exhaustion, writing something down on the report. “…this is gettin’ ridiculous…” He yawned before shaking his head to get himself to wake up. Because ever so slightly, he can feel his eyes drooping down so much from exhaustion. 

Just as he got to his five of the fifteen pages he had to fill, he jolts when he felt a hand on his arm. He glances down to see Bendy, having one small blanket in one arm that also had a bendy plush. He looks up at Henry with tired eyes. 

“What’s wrong, bud? You had another bad dream?” Henry asked, picking him up gently while smiling tiredly. 

…no, I just couldn’t sleep….” He replied, snuggling up to his chest. Henry smiled a bit more and rubbed Bendy’s head, just right in between his horns. “Yeah, I can’t either, bud…” He said. 

He glance at the report that still yet needs to be done, but he needs to get Bendy to sleep first. “You want me to read you a bedtime story?” He asked, but he got a surprise look when he felt hands on his cheeks. 

…Henry, when did you last sleep…?” 

Henry smiled a bit and pats his hand. “I’m fine, Bendy. Don’t worry.” He said, even though his voice sounded like exhaustion. Bendy wasn’t buying it as he made his eyes narrowed at him, a deep frown on his face. 


I know you’re lying to me, Henry.” Bendy said, crossing his arms over his chest, but it made the Bendy plush he had make a squeaking sound. “Bendy, I told you, I’m fine. It’s my boss wants me to finish up a few paperwork is all.” 

Henry glanced at the table beside him, seeing a case that was filled with paperwork that was nearly overfilling the case. 

Yep, he’s definitely lying. 

Henry, please. I know this job helps you and all, but it’s running you to the ground…for me?” Bendy asked, a worried frown on his face as he placed both of his hands on Henry’s arm. 

This made Henry sighed deeply. He knows that the little guys is worried about him, but he was just not use to having someone care about his health and well being in such a long time. His father was still in service when he came back from the war and he does not talk to his mother as much. 

So he wasn’t use to it. 

“Bendy….I know you’re worried about me, believe me I do, but my work is so heavy on paperwork right now that I can’t rest until it’s done…it will go down soon…I hope so…” He whispered at the last part. 

Bendy huffed a bit out of annoyance and hopped down from Henry’s lap, walking out of the room. “Bendy, please don’t be mad….” But the little guy was long gone and he sighs deeply.

He placed his head in his hands, sighing deeply. How was he gonna fix this now–

He was cut off when he suddenly felt two big hands on his side, lifting him out of his chair. He had a surprise look on his face as he was now being settled down into something. He looks up to see Bendy in his monster form, actually cradling him in one of his large arms. 

“Bendy, I’m fine.” 

Bendy did not make a respond nor did he move from his spot. He seemed to have an annoyed look on his face still, staying in the spot he was in. Henry huffed a bit and tried to get up. 

But this made Bendy push Henry back down in the same spot, crossing his arms a bit. “Bendy, you’re acting ridiculous.” Henry said, a flat look on his face. Bendy just grunts in response. 

It was s a silent moment for them both before Henry sighed. “…I’m sorry, bud.” 

That made Bendy look down at him, his expression falling a bit to show that he relaxed for the moment. “…I know you’re worried about me and everything, I’m just not use to it after so long…I don’t talk to my mom, I don’t have siblings. Ever since I’ve came back…being alone was something I was so use to…I just don’t know how to react to it now with you living with me…so I’m sorry if I was rude….” 

It was silent for a moment before he felt something wet on the side of his face. Bendy was nuzzling him gently as he lets out a whine. Henry smiled a bit and pets his head. “…thanks, bud.” He smiled. 

But this didn’t let Bendy let go of Henry, though. He kept him where he was and Henry didn’t have the strength to fight back. He sighed deeply, leaning back a bit. 

“…yer not playing fair, bud….you know that?” He asked, feeling his eyes droop. Soon enough, Henry was in a deep sleep breathing softly. This made Bendy relax as well, then looks at the paper on his desk. 

Maybe he can do something about that? 


Henry never felt so comfortable for the past few months. Of course, the moment was cut off when his phone starts to ring next to his bed. He groaned as he tiredly tries to grab the phone. As it kept ringing constantly, he groaned louder until after many times of trying to grab it, he finally grabs it and opens it. 


Henry, this is Mrs. Caster. I’m calling about the reports.” He tensed when he heard that it was his boss calling. “Y-Yeah, yeah, I’ll turn those in for you–”

Actually, someone turned them in already for you. Some note was on my desk that had your paperwork on there complete. And I want to apologize for giving you long hours of work days.” 

Henry sat up, running a hand through his hair. “It’s nothing, really. I’m use to it.” He replied. “Well…you were suppose to come in today at nine, but since it’s past noon.” Henry stilled and looks at the time, seeing that it was past noon. 

“Shit! I’m sorry, I’ll be there in five minutes–” 

Henry, don’t worry about it. Look, I know you’re tired and the hours were really non-stop. So I’m going to let this go for once, okay? But I expect you to be back next Monday, okay? I won’t go easy next time.” He could hear a chuckle in her voice. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Good. See you Monday–”  

Wait, who was it that left the note?” He asked. She was silent for a minute. “Not so sure. It was splattered with ink, but that’s all I can tell.”  She said and Henry sighed. He knew who did it. 

“…okay, thank you.” He hangs up and sighed. He was in his bed when he last remembered that he was with Bendy when he fell asleep. He may as well check on the little guy. 

And when he was about to enter his room, he saw Bendy passed out on a large bean bag that he purchased. Henry smiled as he rubbed the top of Bendy’s head. This seemed to rustle Bendy out of his sleep. 

He look so exhausted, having bags under his eyes to show his exhaustion. “Henry?” Bendy called out in his sleep and Henry smiled. “Shh…go on back to sleep, bud…” He whispered, still rubbing Bendy’s head. But he wasn’t having it as Bendy tiredly crawled over to Henry. Henry smiled tiredly at that as he held the little guy in his arms. 

“…we better get some sleep…I think we both need it.” He smiled as he stood up slowly, going back to his room. “….you are amazing, bud…you know that?” He asked and Bendy glanced at him tiredly, his arms wrapped loosely around Henry’s neck. 

…I didn’t want you to be so tired, though…”  He said and Henry smiled. “….I know, bud…I know….” 

He made his way to his bed, slowly laying down on his bed with Bendy snuggled up to him. “…sleep tight, bud…” 

Henry soon enough passed out from exhaustion, Bendy asleep as well. They were both tired, but they knew that things will be better soon. 

I accidentally posted the small fanfic before it was completely done, but I was able to fix it before anything happen. But now this is finished and I have promised fluff as I said I would!

Until then, 


Witch Spell Gone Wrong

What if Dean, Sam, and Cas were all fighting a coven of witches, and one of the witches used a spell causing a huge ball of light to light up the room. When the light dissipated Dean and Sam would straighten up and look around to see what happened, but they don’t see Cas.

Dean, panicked, would call out his name, “Cas?!”

Then an unfamiliar voice would sound from behind them, “Dean,”

The brothers would turn around, but when they don’t see anyone there their eyes slowly pan down. Standing there is a child Castiel in an oversized trench coat, pants pooled around his ankles, and too big shoes on his feet. Castiel would be looking down at himself, clearly unhappy, then look back up with his scowl, and very seriously saying, “I have a problem.”


Cas: Dean, this is no laughing matter

Cas: Sam, why are you looking at me like I’m a puppy?

Cas: Sam, you don’t have to squat to my height to speak to me

Cas: Sam, why are you patting my head?

Sam: Sorry, Cas, you’re just so darn cute

Sam: I just want to read you a bedtime story and put you to bed

Sam: *looks back to Dean who is hunched over laughing*

Sam: Dean, can we keep him?

Cas: *scowling* Dean…

Dean: *turns to them wiping away tears, locks eyes with little Cas, can’t handle it* You’re literally a baby in a trench coat

Sam: *tries not to laugh because he knows Cas is upset, but he can’t hold it in*

Cas: Dean, this is serious. I can’t use my powers.

Dean: *in a baby voice, ruffles Castiel’s hair* Aw, is somebody cranky?

Sam: *also in baby voice* Does somebody need a wittle nap?

Cas: … You humans astound me with your lack of concern when faced with such grave matters

Forbidden Lovers (Philip x Reader)

TW: Smut, swearing

Summary: Being a Jefferson is not easy 


You gasp as your boyfriend gently sucks at your neck. “Philip,” you moan.

“Shh,” he scolds. “We don’t want your father to hear us, do we?”

You shake your head. “No, sir.”

He smirks. “That’s my girl.” He lowers his head to your neck and continues nipping at it. You roll your head back, exposing more of your neck to him. He gently pushes you back to your bed. Your knees are the first to hit, causing you to fall back. He leans over you and pulls his shirt off. You gently bit your lip at the sight of his toned chest. “Like what you see?”

You bat your eyelashes. “Yes, very much, sir.”

He softly bites your earlobe, before pulling your shirt over your head. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers. He quickly unhooks your bra and- your dad walks in.

“Dad!” you screech, pulling the bed sheets over your chest.

“(Y/N),” he scolds. “Philip!”

Philip slides off you as you glance down.

“(Y/N), do you care to explain?” your dad asks.

You shake your head. “No, not really.”

He turns to Philip. “How about you, Mr. Hamilton? Do you want to explain? Or do I have to bring your father down here?”

“I-well-we just-I was-it’s not-” Philip stammers.

“Both of you get dressed and meet me in my office,” your dad commands.

“Yes, sir,” you answer in unison.

As soon as your dad shuts the door, you turn to Philip. “I am so so sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay. None of this is your fault. They were going to find out eventually.” He gently pecks your lips. “It’s okay.”

You and Philip head out of your room, down to your father’s office. The door is open, letting you watch him talk to Philip’s dad on the phone.

“I don’t care what you’re doing; you need to come over.” He lets out an exasperated sigh. “Trust me, I don’t want you here. I wouldn’t call you unless it were an emergency.” He slams his fist against the desk. “Goddamnit, Hamilton! Your son was on my daughter!” There is a brief pause before he hangs up the phone. “You two. Here. Now.”

You both silently obey and sit in front of his desk.

“I can’t believe you two! How long has this been going on?”

“Almost a year,” you mutter. Your dad is about to continue his rant, but someone rings the doorbell. “Stay here,” your dad commands.

“This better be good, Jefferson!” Secretary Hamilton yells as he walks in. His face falls when he sees you and his son. He cautiously brings a chair behind the desk and sits next to your father, making this feel like you had to go to the principal in school.

“Pa,” Philip starts.

“Don’t start with me,” Secretary Hamilton objects.

You and Philip both cast your eyes down. You grab his hand for comfort.

“I walk into my daughter’s room to find your son crawling over her, like some animal,” your dad explains.

Secretary Hamilton stands up. “Are you saying that this is my son’s fault? Because if your daughter is anything like you, then she would be the one to trick him.”

Your dad scoffs. “Please, my daughter wouldn’t be caught dead with your son.”

Philip finally gets enough. “Pa, I don’t care if you don’t like Jefferson. I love (Y/N) more than life itself. If the two of you can’t look passed your petty feud, then-then-”

You pick up where he left off. “Then I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re happy that you ruined your children’s lives because you were acting like children.”

You start crying and run up to your room, leaving the three men calling after you.

Philip’s POV

“Then I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re happy that you ruined your children’s lives because you were acting like children,” (Y/N) says before bursting into tears and running to her room.

“(Y/N), wait!” The three of us call in unison.

Vice President Jefferson glares at my father. “Look what you did! ”

Pa starts yelling. “What I did?! How could I have caused this?! You’re the one who-”

“Stop it! Both of you!” I scream. “Did you listen to a word either of us said?!”

I don’t wait for them to respond. I run up to her room and open the door, knowing she wouldn’t have locked it. I see her sitting on the floor, resting her head on the bed, crying.

“Shh, baby girl,” I coo. “Shh, it’ll be okay. It’s going to be okay.” I engulf her in a hug and let her cry into my chest. I hate that I’m not able to comfort her. All because our fathers had different political beliefs. She pulls away from me. “You-” she hiccups- “you should go.”

“(Y/N/N)? Are you sure?”

She sniffles and stands up. “Y-yeah. You sh-should go. I d-on’t want to c-cause any more tr-trouble.”

“You haven’t caused any trouble.”

“But- wh-what happened-”

I grab her shoulders and look into her eyes. “I don’t care what they say. Okay? I love you. That’s all that matters.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

I wrap my arms around her and rub a hand down her back. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Her tears won’t stop, no matter what I say. I lay with her on her bed until she falls asleep. I kiss her forehead and head back down to her father’s office. I stop just outside and hear a hushed conversation between our fathers.

“If your son-” Jefferson starts.

“If my son didn’t go up to her, who knows how she would be now.”

“We still don’t know how she is,” her dad points out.

“You didn’t bother to go check on her.”

“I-” for once, the vice president is speechless.

Second Person POV

It’s hard for you to open your eyes, but you do. You see your dad slowly running his fingers over your hair. You sniffle. “You sent him away, didn’t you?”

He pursues his lips. “(Y/N/N), listen, I know you have feelings for him, but he isn’t good for you.”

Instead of following your instincts and yelling at him, you reply, “How would you know if he’s good for me?”

“I’m your father,” he explains, “and all I want to do is protect you. I can’t stand the thought of some boy hurting you.”

You sit up. “With that logic, you’ll never let me date anyone.”

He chuckles. “That may be true but esp-”

“Especially not a Hamilton.” You sigh. “I know. I get it, but Philip’s just so-so Philip.”

It wasn’t unusual for you to talk to your dad about boys. You had always been closer to your dad, even before your mom died. When you were little, he would read bedtime stories to you and play games with you. You know he only wants what’s best for you, with you being his youngest, living daughter, but it feels like he only wants what’s best for him. You sit in silence for a few minutes before he turns to you. “You really love him?”

You nod. “More than anything.”

Your dad gives you a bittersweet smile. “I guess, I’m going to have to let you go sooner or later. At least, this way, I work with his father.”

You smile for the first time since your dad found you with Philip. “Are you saying-”

“He has my blessing.”

You jump up and hug his neck. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” You kiss his cheek.

He looks down at you. “Why are you staring at me? You should be talking to him.”

You kiss his cheek one more time before running to grab your phone and text Philip.

Philip’s POV

“What in the hell was that?!” my father yells. “What in the hell were you doing with her?”

“Pa, it was just me and (Y/N/N). It wasn’t like we were hurting you,” I mumble.

“You were fucking Jefferson’s daughter!”

“It wasn’t like that! I swear!”

“Bullshit.” He throws the door open. “Eliza, sweetheart, would you mind coming down to my office for a moment. Philip and I have something we would like to discuss with you.” His tone gets progressively angrier.

Ma runs down the stairs. “Is something wrong?” She immediately grabs my arms to check for any type of injury. Pa rolls his eyes and slams his office door.

“Our son was having sex with (Y/N) Jefferson. Thomas Jefferson’s daughter,” he explains.

“He’s nineteen, Alexander.”

“I don’t care how old he is! He was still with (Y/N). She’s no good for him.” He sits behind his desk.

“She’s perfect!” I yell. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to me!”

“She’s no good for you!” Pa objects.

“You never met her! If you did you would realize how amazing she is!” I’m on the verge of tears. Watching the love of my life cry and having my pa insult her is really taking its toll on me.

A wave of guilt rushes over his face. “Do you really believe that?”

“I really do. I really, really do.”

Ma comes over to me and wraps her arm around my shoulder. “Then go to her.”

I don’t ask any questions. I just start running to her house. Once I get about halfway, I feel my phone vibrate.

💘(Y/N/N)💘: Meet me by our tree

Me: Anything you say

When I get to the park, I follow the trail until it reaches the woods. I keep walking until I reach a clearing with a large cork tree and abandoned cottage in the middle. I see her sitting under the cork tree.

Second Person POV

The second you see Philip, you run over to him. You jump up and hug him. He wraps his arms under your legs and kisses you with much more passion and love than he ever has. When you pull away, you rest your forehead on his. “Good news, I presume,” you say. He presses his lips to yours. “The best.”

He gently sets you down and follows to you the cottage. You giggle and shut the door behind him.

You found this spot ages ago. When you were little, your sister would take you through the woods in the park. You would wonder off every once in a while. Ever since you and Philip started dating, this would be your hideout.

He smiles as you lead him up the creaky staircase. You lead him into one of the back rooms. The window had broken before you found the place, letting the sunlight shine through the trees onto the bed. He sits down on the bed and pulls you onto his lap. “I love you so so much.” He nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Not nearly as much as I love you,” you giggle.

“Doubtful,” he retorts, pulling you down with him so that you’re laying on his chest.

“Oh yeah?”

He smirks. “Prove it. Prove you love me more than I love you.”


You press your lips against his. His lips move in sync yours as his arm wraps around your waist. You roll over and straddle him. When you pull away, Philip smirks up at you. You pull your shirt over your head and throw it. Not caring where it lands. Philip’s shirt soon follows. He unhooks your bra and tosses it aside. He gently fondles your breasts, while you remove a condom from his back pocket.

“You planned for this?” You chuckle.

“I’m always ready-” he brings his lips so they brush your ear “-for you.”

Even more eager than before, you remove your pants, then Philip’s. You smile at the silhouette of his erection through his underwear. “All this? For me?”

He runs his fingers under your panties and over your clit. “All this? For me?” He mocks.

You pull off his underwear before taking your own off. You teasingly roll the condom onto him. “Ready?”

He grabs your hips. “Only if you are.”

You kiss him as you position yourself over him. You slowly slide down. Although you and Philip have been dating for a while, it’s been quite a while since you have been this intimate. You had almost forgotten how big he is.

The only sounds that fill the room are labored breathing, curses, and names. You come at the same time, screaming each other’s names. Not concerned with how close you are to a public park or that anyone can walk in at any moment.

You slide off him and lay next to him, chastely kissing him. He smiles and pulls off the condom. Neither of you moves. You just lay there for a few minutes.

He gently kisses your head and stands up. “Let’s get going, baby girl.”

You tug on his arm. “I don’t wanna.”

He chuckles and pulls you up. “You don’t want anyone finding us here. It would be quite the scandal.”

“Philip, everything we do is part of a scandal.”

He laughs and throws your bra and shirt at you. “That may be true, but although I love you with all my heart, I would really hate to have our naked pictures all over the news.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Fine.”

He finishes dressing and looks at your still half-naked body. “What are you waiting for?”

You blush. “Have you found my panties?” you mumble.

He lets out a loud laugh before helping you look. He stands at the broken window and calls you over to him. “Found ‘em.”

You blush even more than you thought you were capable of. He rubs your back. “I’ll get them. But I get to keep them.”

You smirk. “You act like that’s a punishment.”

“Would you like one?”

“Depends, what did you have in mind?”

He kisses you roughly, pushing you back on the bed. His hand gently brushes across your heat, before he pulls away. “There’s your punishment.”

You’re left dumb-founded as he walks down the stairs of the old cottage and leaves you alone. You mutter a “fuck you” before pulling your jeans on and following him. You catch up with him at the edge of the park. He already deposed of the condom.


You lace your fingers with his, as he leads you back to your father’s house, gently kissing you on your doorstep with no fear of your father knowing about him. When you get on the other side of the door, you smile. It’s nice not to have to worry about your forbidden love.

The F Word (Family)

betaed/inspired/title by @timdrakeothy 

Jon runs away and Clark gets what he deserves

ao3      ffn

Tim was still awake and Kon slept soundly next to him. He had kicked off the blanket a while back, having a pillow between the bottom of his laptop and his lap so that the machine didn’t burn him. He didn’t need the blanket since Kon was, himself, a heater. He snuffled softly in his sleep.

The knock on the door was unexpected. Tim glanced at the time, one thirty in the morning, if someone was knocking on the door at this time it probably meant that either someone had died (again) or Dick and Barbara had a fight and he needed a place to sleep or it meant that Jay and his team needed a place to crash. Great. Just what Tim needed when he wanted to get work done.

The someone knocked again on the door and Tim sighed, closing his laptop. He walked to the door and opened it. “If you just apologize to her for whatever you did she’ll-” He began only to notice that there was no one there.

Someone rammed into his knees and Tim looked down.


Jon Kent stood wrapped around Tim’s knees. A small suitcase next to him. He was in his pajamas (Teen Titans themed) a small teddy bear with a Superboy shirt on it. “Jon, what are you doing here?” Tim asked, detaching the small seven year old from him.

“Daddy is mean, so I ran away.” Jon mumbled, toying with his teddy bear, tears falling from his eyes.

Well, shit.

“C’mon in, Kid.” Tim said, picking up Jon’s suitcase. Jon waddled into the room and ran to the couch, climbing on it.

“It’s okay, Tim, I’ll just sleep here until I figure out something to do. I promise I’ll clean up after myself.”

Tim sighed and placed the suitcase on the couch. “Do you want to tell me why you ran away?”  Tim asked Jon. Jon cuddled his teddy bear.

“I told you. Daddy was being mean.”

Tim stood. “Do you want some hot chocolate?” He asked Jon.

Jon shook his head. “Mommy says I’m not allowed to have hot chocolate before bed. It has too much sugar.”

“Uh… Okay, how about some warm milk then. No sugar in that.”

Jon considered it while climbing over to his suitcase. He began unpacking. Apparently all he decided to bring was his toothbrush, extra underwear and socks, some comic books and an energy bar. He placed each of his (rather neatly packed, actually) items on the floor in pretty little piles. He organized them and nodded, “okay, I guess I could have milk.”

Tim warmed up some milk, carefully to stop the microwave before it beeped so that Kon wouldn’t wake up (not that even an earthquake could wake up). He brought Jon the milk and made a cup of tea for himself.

He sat next to Jon and Jon sipped thoughtfully from the cup. “Do you want to tell me why your Dad was being mean? You know he and your Mom love you very much and probably are wondering where you are.”

Jon’s eyes widened. “You can’t tell them where I am! I’m running away, Tim, they can’t know! If you do I’ll leave!”

“Can’t I just tell them you’re safe?”

“No! I know they love me very much, it’s not me they’re being mean to. And they can’t know where I am until they stop.” Jon said resolutely.

“How did you get here?” Tim asked Jon.

Jon took another introspective sip from his cup. “I took the bus.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “You… took a bus?”

“Mhm, that’s how Kon brought me here last time.”

“Yeah but he flew you in from Kansas first.” Jon said nothing. “You flew. From Kansas. Jon, do you even know how to fly on your own?”

“I fell a couple times, but I’m okay.”

“Do you know how dangerous that is? You could have been hurt!”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Jon said softly.

Tim sighed and rubbed his eyes. “It’s okay, Jon. Just… you have to be careful.”

“I was!”

“…Jon, when you said they weren’t being mean to you, who were they being mean to?” Jon mumbled something that Tim couldn’t hear. “I’m sorry, what?” Tim asked.

“They’re being mean to Kon.” He whispered.

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A Dangerous Game (Suho Mafia!au fic) Bonus Chapter - The Fate Of Jinwoo

Originally posted by exoturnback

Warnings: None

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15(M), Ch. 16, Ch. 17(M), Ch. 18, Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22Bonus Chapter

“I will never…ever…let monsters like you near him again!”

It had been almost a month since I said that back in that warehouse; whether or not I would be able to keep my promise…both of my promises was still yet to be seen.

Every time he would see me buy something for Jinwoo for “his” room Junmyeon would remind me that he couldn’t stay and he thought he may have found a safe place for him to go. “I know you promised that you wouldn’t leave him, but I told you at the beginning he wouldn’t be able to stay…”

I couldn’t tell if he was telling me that because he was trying to get me to break my attachment from Jinwoo…or his own. 

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anonymous asked:

why does dan shout so much?? his whispering voice is so nice i want him to read me bedtime stories in that voice

phil gets to hear dans soft voice all the time…….what the heck…

anonymous asked:

What are your opinions on John winchester... just my curiosity spiking?

Oh boy, that one. 

I think he was a bad, neglectful parent. But I don’t agree with the pretty wide-spread characterization of him as a total demonic, drunk asshole who hates his kids’ guts and beats them up. I don’t think John actually beat them up – not on a regular basis, at least? I could maybe see arguments getting heated and violent, but not so much of a constant smackdown for every small mistake. He might have put them down verbally, if the Impala comment to Dean in the end of s1 was anything to go by… we all know Dean would never let Baby get rust or anything :(

I think he, kinda, destroyed them emotionally and totally didn’t provide enough support. He loved Sam and Dean, I’m pretty sure – but love alone’s not enough. He was a traumatized, scared man who wasn’t in the place to raise kids. I know it turned out that this childhood was the only way Sam and Dean could save the world. If they were raised happy and safe without any training and only ever becoming close with each other in their formative years, I doubt they could foil Lucifer’s plans that were thousands of years in the making in Swan Song. But John had no way of knowing that, so, that’s no excuse!

Also, that face that Dean makes in the Dark Side of the Moon when talking about John…

Yeah, that one. Poor guy. From the looks of it, John would never let them be kids, especially not Dean with his parentification burden. I could maybe understand wanting your kids to be ready if you know monsters are coming for them. But, damn, he could’ve stayed with them. Teach them how to shoot a gun if you really gotta, but you can also play catch with them and read them bedtime stories, yanno. 

Thank you Mr Dark- For anon

He was always there for you, your parents didn’t seem to believe you that he was real but that was okay, he was real to you. You can’t even remember when you met him but he was magical to you, because he just appeared one night out of your closet. He always kept you safe and whenever you were sad he would be there.

“Mr Dark?” you whispered out to the darkness just after you were sent to bed, it was bedtime but you weren’t tired. You were bored and lonely and you wanted Mr Dark to come out and play with you. You had just recently turned eight and you had all these new toys you wanted to share with him.

“Yes my dear?” you heard his warm voice ask softly, full of excitement you searched your room to find him standing there against your door. You quickly got out of bed and hugged him tightly, he’s been away for a couple days and you missed him.

“I missed you Mr Dark, you were gone for so long!” you said as you looked up at him and he looked back down at you.

“I’m sorry my dear, Dark had some business he needed to attend to before coming back” He explained to you. He always had that trait of talking in third person, but you didn’t mind, you thought it was funny. You pouted, you weren’t happy with his excuse, he missed your birthday after all.

“You missed my birthday, Mr Dark” you sulked as you sat back on the edge of your bed, you really wanted him there that day.

“I’m sorry my sweet child, I truly am” I apologized with his deep, soft voice, he sat down beside you on your bed and ran his fingers through your hair. Mr Dark was like another father to you, but one that spent time with you. Not one that was buried in his work that he just handed you anything to play with to get you out of his way.

“Mr Dark, what do you, like for work and stuff?” you asked Dark curiously, it was a question you never really asked him before. You had some idea what he might be doing, because sometimes he’d come back with blood on his suit. But you didn’t know how to feel about that, so you ignored it, but now you were interested.

“I get rid of anyone who are nuisances and are in my way, I make sure that they don’t come back sweetie” Dark explains everything and that’s when you get your idea.

“Mr Dark, do you think that you could get rid of some people…for me?” you ask nervously, you don’t really know how he does it or if he’ll say yes or no, but it’s worth a shot.

“Why would my sweet dear need anyone gone, who’s been bad to you kitten?” he asked with genuine concern on his face. You hated school, you had to always deal with bullies, and they would never leave you alone after you talked about Mr Dark to the class.

“Kids in my class won’t leave me alone Mr Dark, they keep being mean to me” you told him with tears welling up in your eyes. No one in class believes you and just bullies you all the time, none stop pushing, shoving and teasing. You can’t take it anymore, it hurts so much that you wanted Mr Dark’s protection.

“They’re hurting you, aren’t they?” he asked, you could see the anger growing in his eyes, no one should hurt his kitten.

“Mmhmm, they’re hitting, pushing, pulling and kicking me; Mr Dark” you told him while showing him the bruises they leave behind. He was not happy to see the only thing he cared about being harmed like that. He was the only one that was allowed to bring harm to anyone and he was going to make sure it will never happen again.

“Kitten, how about I read your bedtime stories until you fall asleep?” he asked, you felt as if he completely ignored your requested, but you did want bedtime stories, so you snuggled under you blankets and got ready. He begun to read, and every word felt warm and soft as he spoke, easing you to drift off to sleep.

Before you knew it, you could feel the sun waking you up, you could feel the warm of the sun shining through your blinds. Mr Dark was gone and you had to face school alone, you felt lonely and let down. You got dressed for school as your parents packed your lunch and then drove you to school. But once you got to class, waiting for your beating, nothing happened, no one confronted you like always, they were both gone. Just like magic, those two that would never leave you alone, were gone and standing outside your window, was Mr Dark. He didn’t ignore you, he didn’t leave you, he just wanted you asleep so he could do his job.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and ran outside to Dark, just as you were about to hug him you stopped. He stood there, arms by his side with a cleaver in his hand, both him and the cleaver were soaked in the blood. You felt this sudden pit of emptiness in your stomach, the feeling of no regrets and no remorse. A little smirk appeared on your face and you hugged him tightly. From there on, you knew you could always count on Mr Dark.

anonymous asked:

telll us about your s/o. do it

Tell us abt ur s/o!!!! :DDS

OH GOD sjdhfksdfdf//////// ill just. try keep it brieF

so we knew each other through a mutual friend irl not v long ago but i think i really like him??/ we’re casual, not dating or anything like that, but its nice and im actually comfortable……..which is….rare

its midnight texts and afternoon calls, “good morning”s and “how was your day”s, all that biz. hessss a musician, a rlly talented one at that, made a song about me once and i just hjdfksf

a super supportive person. #2 cheerleader (after vel, bless vel), best quote: “hows your drawing?” “*sends a wip with handwritten ‘nowhere near done yet’” “id still buy that”

one time we were hving a call and i was Very Sleepy so i told him that i wanted to sleep? and he jst started browsing for bedtime stories and read to me. after the story i was already half asleep and he told me “just go to sleep” and started messing around w his guitar and lmao i actually…did…fall asleep….. after like 10 mins he put down his guitar and jst. slept too. said he didnt want to end the call since theres a ringtone? thing? when calls end, didnt want that to wake me up. so we….. took a nap, together, via call…………..and thats just wow. ive never been comf enough w anyone via call EVER please let alone take a nAp

oh no wait best quote is…. post argument…. abt a petty thing and we jst made up and. “(me) we can be bad at this together?” “100% be bad at this together”

anyways htis is getitng too long im sorr. jst wanted to share the fact that i found someone who makes me feel comfortable when i havnet been in so long and thats just a blessing thank sfor asking???

edit: i forgot to mention that he lovs memes + likes shrek unironically. please. and also our 3am crash courses about dolphin reproduction. on a school day. with no context

anonymous asked:

Sorry but could you do another warriors of hope sibling imagine ;o; I love my kids so much I wish there was more content for them!!! Thank you for your time!!!

Another Anon said: Sorry to bother, but could you do another warriors of hope imagine? They’re my favorite group in the series and I really love the thought of being their older sibling/guardian. They’ve been through so much and they need someone to protect and guide them in life! 

Sure thing Anons ^^ I will try my best to make it different

Warriors of Hope and Sibling!Reader

Nagisa Shingetsu:

- You’re always waiting to pick him up after elementary school

- “You know you don’t have to come and get me everyday right… It’s kind of embarrassing”

- “Ehhhh? Are you embarrassed by me?”

- You put an arm around him and ruffle his hair 

- He lets out a small groan of annoyance put doesn’t slap your hand away

- “A-Anyway… Are you busy now?”

- “Hm… Not that I know of, why?”

- “I… Went to the school library and-”

- “Oh let me guess, you found a new book you want?”

- You grab his hand and smile

- “Let’s go then!”

Kotoko Utsugi:

- “Come onnnnnnnn you promised!”

- “Kotoko - chan… I’m tired”

- “But you promised you’d practice with me! Are you… A liar?”

- You let out a sigh as you get up from your bed

- “Okay fine. What are we practising?”

- “Yayyyy! Alright so you’re the lines in pink! Ah but! Make sure to try your best okay? I don’t want to practice with a zombie!”

- You roll your eyes as you start scanning over the lines

Jataro Kemuri:

- “Hey….”

- You look up from your book to find him staring at you, pencils and brushes in hand

- “Hm? What is it?”

- “At school, they told us to draw something that really matters to us”

- “Right…”

- “So… Can I draw you?”

- You let out a little gasp as you pull him into a hug

- “AWWWW! You little cutie! Of course you can!”

- You spend the rest of the evening helping him with the drawing of you

Monaca Towa:

- You were just about to head to bed

- But then you heard her softly calling your name

- “Hey… Big sis/bro.. I can’t fall asleep”

- You give her a small smile as you sit on the edge of her bed

- “Aw… Want me to read you a bedtime story?”

- She gives you a nod as she reaches over for a book

- “Haha, alright then”

- You open the book and begin to read in a quiet voice

- After a while, you glance up to find Monaca sleeping, a small smile present on her lips

- “Aw…”

- As carefully and as quietly as possible your get up from the bed, place the book back where it belongs and give her a kiss on the forehead

Masaru Daimon:

- You were just in the kitchen preparing a meal for the family

- And then you heard something, or rather someone crash into the umbrella rack

- “Masaru… Is that you?”

- “Ow… Stupid umbrellas, I’ll kick your butts later!”

- You roll your eyes and quickly wipe your hands on your apron

- You go out into the hallway to find him angrily waving his fist at the umbrella

- “I see that you found a new opponent huh”

- “Oh big sis/bro! Good thing you’re here, I have something for you”

- He gives you a grin as he searches around in his pockets

- Suddenly he pulls out a piece of paper and proudly presents it to you

- “Hm? What is that?”

- You glance down at the paper

- ‘You’re invited to Hope’s Peak Elementary’s sports day!’

- You smile as you place the ticket into your pocket

- “You better come okay? I made sure you get a front row seat!”

- You let out a little laugh as you nod

Out Of Nothing At All - Ten

“So, question for you guys. Is this baby gonna be a ‘Reid’ or a ‘Y/L /N?“ Derek asked from across the table.

Another three weeks had passed, and the team had been called away again. The unsub had been caught after a nine day chase and you were all ridiculously exhausted. You ached all over and you blamed your pregnancy hormones for the extra bitchiness you were feeling right now.

“Reid,” Spencer answered, just as you responded with, “Y/L/N.”

Your eyes narrowed and you slowly turned to face your colleague.

Derek’s eyes widened at the two of you as it suddenly dawned on him that he had crossed into dangerous territory. Very dangerous territory.

“I don’t think so Spencer.”

“Erm well I do. You get to carry her for nine months, and be the primary carer and what do I get? Not a lot apart from visitation rights whenever you deem suitable.” He was cranky too, the bags under his eyes darker than normal.

Okay. Trying desperately not to bite, you stood and moved to the empty seats at the back of the jet. Everyone was tired and you were in no mood to argue with Spencer. You’d been doing so well recently, and he seemed to be realising more and more what annoyed you. His comments had reduced and he didn’t interrupt you as much, although you could actually see his hands clenching and him having to bite his tongue when he knew the answer to something.

“Nice move Derek,” you heard JJ mutter.

“Well how was I meant to know. Plus it’s a valid question.”

You settled back down on the empty seats, rolling your jacket up as a pillow and resting it against the window.

It was a valid question. But you knew it would cause an argument and you just didn’t have the energy for it.

But apparently Spencer did, as two minutes later he plopped down into the seat next to you.

“Are we gonna talk about this?” he asked as you looked at him wearily.

“I’m kinda trialling the ‘if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all’ theory.”

“But we do need to talk about. We need to talk about a lot of things.”

“We probably do, and perhaps one of those things should be that I didn’t particularly appreciate the implication that you’ll only get to see your daughter when I deem suitable. I’ve given you my word that we’ll come to some arrangement that will suit us both.”

“Well I’m sorry if I don’t seem to have much faith in your word. Given the fact that up until five weeks ago you weren’t even going to tell me about her, kind of makes me want to get certain things like her surname and when I actually get to see her set in stone.” His tone was bitter and scathing and although you could see his point, it still cut straight to the bone.

“Spencer….. I’m not in the mood to have a full blown argument with you in the middle of the jet. I’ve promised you we’ll come to an arrangement when she’s born. And as for her surname, I want my child to have to same last night as me.”

“Well so do I.”

You weren’t about to point out that you could quite easily go and register her name and birth without his involvement. You didn’t want to be THAT person.

“Reid, please. I’m so tired right now. I can’t deal with you griping at me today. Can you just drop it. I promise we’ll talk over the weekend.” You felt like you were going to burst into tears, hating the life inside of you for making you feel so emotional.

Spencer glanced at you, hearing the emotion as your voice cracked. His expression softened towards you.

“Okay. Promise we will though? I’m sorry for getting at you. I’m just….. Scared that you’re going to change your mind about involving me in this again.”


“I promise. Please believe me Spencer, I know I was a bitch about this to begin with; not telling you and everything, but I won’t change my mind. You’re her dad.”

You reached out and clasped his hand, squeezing it lightly. He squeezed yours back.

“Okay. Thank you. We’ve still got a few hours flight time left. Get some sleep Y/N.”

“I want Y/N to read me my bedtime story!”

Aaron rolled his eyes at you. “Looks like I’ve been replaced. You up for it?”

“I suppose so. Come on Jack, lead the way.” You held out your hand to the little blonde boy letting him pull you along to his bedroom.

Hotch had invited you around for food again, the two of you had grown closer still throughout your pregnancy and he’d become someone whose company you genuinely enjoyed as well as someone you could count on.

You tucked the little boy into bed after letting him pick his bedtime story. After rereading it to him five times and seeing him still not sleepy, you heard a rapping on the door as Aaron stuck his head around.

“Jack, you should be asleep by now.”

You were lying on the bed next to him, him tucked into the crook of your arm as he was following the words along with you. It was kinda nice, the soft weight of him against you. But that was only really because you knew that his Dad was in the other room if anything were to happen.

“One more story please!?!” The little boy begged.

“Nu uh, you’ve had enough.” Aaron strict tone coming through.

“What about a lullaby then, like Auntie sings. I promise I’ll go to sleep if you sing to me Y/N! Promise promise promise!”

You could see Aaron trying to hide a chuckle and you racked your brains trying to think of a lullaby. Your parents had never sung you any that you could recall, the only one springing to mind was one your Grandma had sang. You hadn’t heard or thought about it for years but the words suddenly came flooding back.

“One song, and then I’m leaving the room whether you’re asleep or not okay?”

“Okay.” He grinned at you widely.

You began to sing softly, just finishing the second verse when you felt a little zap in your stomach, almost like someone had given you a tiny electric shock. You stopped singing, looking around the room confused.

“What’s up?” Hotch asked seeing the look on your face.

“Nothing, it’s fine.” You resumed singing feeling the same funny little zap again almost immediately. You stopped again, looking down at your tummy.

“Are you okay?“

And again.

“Hotch I think I can feel her. It’s so weird.”

“Lemme feel lemme feel!?!” Jack asked you excitedly as his Dad crossed the room to his bed.

You took the little boy’s hand and placed it to your belly, pressing down where you thought it was coming from.

“Sing Y/N sing…. She must like it!” he begged.

You carried on and a moment later you felt it again, Jack giggling wildly with joy.

“Daddy I felt her! She touched my hand!”

Gosh it was so strange…. But so…. Cool! It kind felt like someone tickling the inside of your belly.

“May I, Y/N?” Hotch hovered his hand over your tummy, close to his son’s hand and you nodded.

He pressed gently, his large hands warm through your thin t-shirt and seconds later the brightest smile you’d ever seen on him spread over his face.

“My god, I’d forgot what that felt like…She’s very faint, but you can definitely feel her moving.”

You met his gaze and grinned. “I need to text Spencer and tell him! In fact…. Aaron I know we were gonna watch that film, but do you mind if I rain check. With Reid not being able to see the baby yet, I think this might cheer him up.”

You’d promised to book another ultrasound, but had not gotten around to it yet, what with work and everything.

“No no no, it’s absolutely fine. Go!”

You kissed the little boy on his head making him promise to go to sleep before giving his Dad a quick hug and making your way to your car.

You drove the short distance to Spencer’s apartment, buzzing to be let in and hearing the concern when he realised it was you. He’d opened his door and was waiting for you as you huffed your way up his stairs.

“Is everything okay Y/N?” he looked so worried until you grinned at him.

“Everything’s fine…..Spencer I felt her kick! She moved!”

“Oh my god! When?” His eyes were
bright and shiny, his hands twitching to touch your belly.

"Like literally fifteen minutes ago.” You grabbed his hands, pressing them to your tummy. You could feel something but you weren’t sure if it was excitement. It was weird, you still weren’t ecstatic about this, but it was kinda cool.

Reid waited expectantly, his hands splayed against your t shirt, pulling a face when nothing happened.

“I don’t feel anything.” Disappointment drenched his voice.

“Let me come in and sit down. I was lying down when she did it before.”

He moved aside and you entered his apartment, you’d not been here since the night you’d created the little thing that was inhabiting your belly.

Walking over to his coach and taking your jacket off, you noticed newspapers spread out open at the rental page, marker pen circling some of the ads.

“You moving?” you asked as he sat next to you.

“Well my lease is up in six weeks anyway. I was just gonna renew, but I’ve only got one bedroom here and…. well I’ll need two won’t I?”

Yeah…. You guess he would. You kept forgetting that part.

“So Morgans’s gonna come look at some two beds with me next weekend providing we’re not on a case…. Can I.. Erm can I try again please?” He nodded towards your stomach and you smiled, lifting your t shirt up this time so there was no barrier between his hands and your skin. Maybe she’d respond better?

He pressed his hands to you again, you both waiting expectantly.


“Y/N are you sure it was her, and not just….. gas?”

“Yes I’m sure. Jack and Hotch both felt it too.”

“Jack and Hotch.” His expression darkened.

“Erm yeah, I was round at Aaron’s for dinner. But I came straight here when I felt her move. I knew you’d wanna know.”

“So my boss and his son have felt my baby kick before I have. The same boss that knew about the baby before I, the father did?”

“Yeah.” What was he getting at?

“Y/N is there something going on between you and him? Because you always seem to be with him during the big moments in your life recently. It seems like he’s playing a bigger part in your pregnancy than I am.” His voice was quiet and full of hurt.

“Me and Hotch? Hahahahaha.”

“It’s not funny Y/N.”

“Yes it is……Spencer not that it’s your business, but no, there isn’t. I’ve told you this before and I’m getting tired of repeating myself. Aaron and I have become surprisingly good friends is all.”

It WAS suprising, you were seeing a totally different side to him outside of work.

“It is my business Y/N. Someone else is experiencing all of the first things that I should be. You finding out, the scan, the first kick. I don’t like it. He shouldn’t be getting all of this, he had it with Jack and I’ll probably never get the chance to have it again.”

“Well I’m sorry but I can’t control when she does and doesn’t kick. Like I said, I came here straight away. I didn’t have to, I had plans.”

“With Hotch.” A statement not a question.

“Don’t even, Reid. There is nothing going on between us.”

He sighed, begrudgingly accepting what you were saying.

“What were you doing when she kicked? Maybe if you do that, she’ll do it again?”

“Erm…. I was singing a lullaby to Jack.”

He looked at you, an expectant expression.

“Okay fine, but don’t laugh.”

“I won’t. Promise.”

You began to sing again for the second time that night.

“Quickly now quickly 
Blow out the candles 
Say your prayer, don’t despair 
Pull the door handle.”

That sharp zap again, and Reid’s hand jumped, his jaw dropping open. “Carry on,” he whispered. “I can feel her.”

He looked so sweet right then that you couldn’t refuse him.

“All to sleep, rest your head 
Nothings gonna harm you 
In your bed.
When you wake, we’ll be here
Here’s a little kiss now, 
All to sleep.”

You felt the tickling again and saw the image of wonder and joy plastered across Spencer’s face. “Keep singing.”

“Seasons will come, seasons will go 
Time will pass slowly, but you’ll never know. 
Deep in your dreams, life will be as you’ve always planned. 
Your special place, lullaby land.
Quickly now quickly now 
Blow out the candles
Say your prayer, don’t despair 
Pull the door handle 
Quickly now quickly”

You finished, watching a tear escape from his eyes. Seeing someone else’s happiness somehow made you feel overcome with emotion and you reached out to his face, catching the tear from his cheek.

He looked at you, giving you a small smile before lowering his lips to your stomach and planting a kiss on it.

“That’s so amazing. I mean… I felt Henry kick when JJ was pregnant but this is so different.”

“Because you know it’s yours,” you explained.

“Yes. She is, she’s mine. Well, ours.”

He pulled down your t shirt, covering your belly back up and then quickly and unexpectedly, bent to you and kissed your cheek.

“Thanks Y/N.”

Your cheek burned for the next thirty minutes.

You play the guitar? (Connor Murphy x Reader)

A short drabble!

Summary: So, Reader finds out that Connor can play the guitar and sort of confronts him about that and overall, it’s just fluff and genderneutral as always!

A/N: I sort of got insipred by “It’s hard to get around the wind” by Alex Turner, so just imagine Connor’s playing that beautiful song for you ♥

Even though Connor and you were dating for nearly two years, you were still surprised to find small things about him, he’s never told you about. Let it be favourite bands or movies, to childhood memories or stuff he likes to do in his spare-time.

As usual, you two were in his room. He was laying on his bed. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and nearly falling asleep, while he was reading some book by an author, whose name you’ve never heard of. Connor was stroking your arm, going up and down. You held tighter onto him, somehow hoping you would never lose him. He put his book on his night stand, laying his other arm around your waist and pressed a kiss on your forehead.
“Are you asleep?”, he whispered.
He chuckled quietly.
“Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?”
“How old am I? Five, or what?”, you laughed quietly.
“No need to be a dick about that”, Connor smiled, pressing another kiss on your forehead. Although you two were so close to each other, feeling the warmth of your loved one, you suddenly felt cold. Slowly, you left the embrace, leaving Connor confused behind.
“Where are you going? Did I say something wrong?”, he asked worried.
You shook your head, with a light smile. “I’m just cold. Can I put on one of your sweaters?”
“Of course!”
Connor loved the way you would wear his clothes. It was nothing big, but seeing you walking around in his shirts or hoodies made his heart even go faster.
You opened the door of his closet. Inside was a mess, not unusual for Connor. Clothes were laying around everywhere. You looked for a sweater, when you suddenly saw a black acoustic guitar lying idle in the corner. Dust was on its body, making the nice instrument look rather sad. You picked it up, turning around to Connor.
“I didn’t know you could play the guitar.”
Connor’s eyes widened and he started blushing. “I can’t play the guitar.”
“Then why is a guitar next to all of your clothes in your closet?”
“You mean why are clothes next to all my secret things in my closet?”
You chuckled, placing yourself at the foot of his bed.
“For how long have you been playing it?”
“Seven…eight years, I guess?”
Out of sudden, he seemed nervous, sort of being ashamed that you discovered that guitar. Connor started fiddling with his hands and kept looking to the ground.
“Hey”, you started, putting the guitar on the floor, before sitting down on his lap.
His hands went up and down your waist.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you would get so uncomfortable about that”, you continued.
He sighed, pressing his forehead against ours. “I’m not uncomfortable. It’s just…I think I’m so bad at playing it. Therefore I stopped.”
You smiled cheekily. “Would you want to play a song for me?”
Connor furrowed his eyebrows. “I told you I’m bad at playing it!”
You pressed a kiss on his cheek, making him blush a bit. “I would love to hear you playing the guitar!”
He bit his lip.
“Alright. I’m gonna play you a small song!”, he said, sighing a bit.
You sat down on his bed, waiting for another reason to fall even more in love with him.
Connor took the guitar and sat with it down next to you. One strain of hair fell in his face, he put it behind his ear. You noticed he was shaking a bit.
“Calm down. It’s just me and it’s just an instrument”, you whispered, stroking his arm.
Connor’s cheeks were red. He was never that nervous before.
He coughed quietly. “So, uh…this is for you.”
Then he started playing. His fingers were tracing quickly over the strings, making a beautiful melody. With a strained look in his face, he switched from one chord to another, plucking one string after the other. You were nearly losing yourself in his music, when he suddenly stopped.
“Was…was that enough?”, he asked you nervously.
Instantly, you jumped up, putting both of your hands around his neck, pressing soft kisses all over his face.
“That was so beautiful. So beautiful”, you whispered throughout the kisses.
“You liked it?”, Connor asked, smiling, his eyes sparkling.
You nodded your head. “Connor, you’re an amazing guitar player! You gotta continue playing it!”
“Maybe I will”, he said, tilting his head playfully.
Another kiss on the lips. “You do know that I love you, right?”
“Mhm, I’ve a feeling about that.”, he said cheekily, “you know that I love you as well?”
“Idiot”, you say, rolling your eyes.
“Yeah, but your idiot.”
You played with his hair. “My idiotic guitar player.”
Again, he took the guitar and started playing another song, just for you.

I Did It!

A/N: A request from @iridescentreid for a Spencer x Reader one shot where they babysit Henry together! Fluffy! @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @rmmalta @lukeassmanalvez


“Are you sure we can do this?” Spencer asked as you made your way up to JJ’s apartment. This was the first time you were going to be babysitting Henry since he’d been born. He was barely six months old, but you were great with kids and whether or not Spencer admitted it, he was too. You’d both be fine. 

“Spence, we can do this. We’ll be fine. Plus, you said you wanted kids someday, right? Think of this as practice.” As you knocked on the door and waited for JJ, you put your arm around your boyfriend and gave him a slight squeeze. “You’ll do fine and then one day, you’ll be an amazing daddy.”

Spencer leaned down to give you a sweet kiss just as JJ opened the door. “Am I interrupting?” she laughed.

“Not at all,” you replied. You walked inside and grabbed Spencer’s hand, dragging him in behind you. “Just trying to convince Spence that he’s going to be a fine babysitter. Plus, I’m here.”

Spencer looked petrified as JJ handed him six-month-old Henry. “Baby,” you said, stifling a laugh as you took the picture in. “He’s a baby, not a bomb. Cradle him.” He switched him around and finally put him in a better position, while JJ ran you through every possible outcome imaginable; it must’ve been a mom thing. “I’ve babysat before and I have tons of nieces and nephews. We’ll be fine. Won’t we Spence?”

Your boyfriend nodded hesitantly. “Yea, I’m sure we’ll be fine. At the very least, she will,” he chuckled, just barely. God, he was so nervous. It was almost cute and endearing how nervous he was. Henry was his godchild and although he hadn’t said as much, you knew he loved this baby more than pretty much anything else in the world. 

Will descended the stairs. It was going to be the first time since Henry was born that he and JJ were going to go out by themselves. It had been baby life 24/7; they needed and deserved a little time to themselves. “Alright, so I think that’s everything,” she said finally, her eyes lingering on the baby she’d barely left in six months. “Call us if you need us.”

“I’ve got everything under control,” you laughed, pointing backward toward where Spencer was holding Henry. “We’ll be fine.”

JJ said goodbye to Henry a few more times before you finally convinced her that it was only three hours and you were all going to be fine. Henry had been perched in Spencer’s arms, staring straight into his face, but as soon as the door closed, he started screaming. “What’s wrong with him?” Spencer said immediately, as he caressed the back of his head, his fluffy tufts of blonde hair pressed down under his fingers.

“Well, Spence,” you laughed. “It could be many things. He could be hungry. He could want mommy. But in this case…” You pulled the back of his diaper away from his butt. “Poop. Have you ever changed a diaper before?”

“Not even once. I’ve read things about it though.”

You took Henry from his grasp and gave him and your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. “Then let’s learn how to change a diaper, because I can guarantee you that if we have babies, you and I will be changing an equal amount of dirty diapers.”

Setting him down on the table was hard enough, but then neither of you could find out where the wipes were. “You hold him and I’ll fine the wipes.” Spencer placed his hand on Henry’s shirtless tummy, his touch so tentative you weren’t sure it would keep him in place. But thankfully, it did until you were able to find a new diaper and the baby wipes. “Okay, stinky boy, let’s see what we have here.”

As you pulled the diaper away from him, you could’ve sworn Spencer nearly passed out. “How does something so cute smell so horrible?” he asked, truly astonished at how smelly Henry was. 

“I don’t know. Right, Henry? I have no idea why you’re so smelly.” You pulled his diaper away and cleaned his tiny butt with multiple wipes, sticking each one into the dirty diaper until he was clean.

Spencer pointed toward his inner leg. “That’s diaper rash, right?” He asked, having already reached back behind you for the A&D ointment.

“Yes, it is. See you’re a natural.” After applying a generous heaping of ointment and replacing his diaper, you put his clothes back on. “There. Now, we’re not smelly anymore.”

Henry babbled, spit bubbles forming at the corners of his mouth. “Spit bubbles of happiness.” He was a smiley boy. “Next diaper is your turn.”

“By myself?” he asked. His eyes went wide. It’s like he was going to die. “Can you be in the room with me? What if I drop him?”

As you picked up Henry, you turned and snorted. “Spence, what would you do if someone came after someone on your team?” you asked.

“I would do anything to help them,” he said without missing a beat.

“Exactly, you always taking the utmost precaution when it comes to helping someone you love. Sometimes you don’t think about yourself, but you always think about everyone else. With a baby? You’ll be watching him like a hawk. But I’ll be in the room if you want me to.”

Spencer heaved a sigh of relief and reached out to grab Henry. You kind of just wanted to hold on to him and kiss his chubby little cheeks, but Spencer needed to get used to babies considering how freaked out he was by them. Begrudgingly, you place Henry in his arms. “Hi, Henry. I’m Uncle Spencer.”

Your smile could not possibly have been wider. Watching Spencer talk with a baby like he would with someone who could hold a conversation was just about the cutest thing in the world. The three of you made your way back into the living room while Spencer spouted off facts to him about what his milestones were. “You might even start speaking soon. That would be cool, right?”

A huff of laughter escaped you as Spencer sat at the kitchen table instead of in the living room and placed Henry in the high chair. “JJ said he’s eating solid foods now right?”

With a nod, you handed him two packages of food - one green bean and potato and the other peach - dinner and dessert. “Do you wanna try feeding him?” you asked, watching as his eyes went from scared to determined to happy as Henry waved his arms up and down. 

“Yea, that I think I can do.”

While Spencer fed Henry spoonful by spoonful, you started in on the dishes. JJ hadn’t asked you too, but if you and Spencer could get them caught up on chores and put Henry to bed the maybe they could have some more intimate mommy and daddy time when they came home. “Open wide,” Spencer said as he put the spoon up to Henry’s mouth. Baby boy wouldn’t budge. To help him along, you jumped up in front of him and made plane noises. That worked. He happily opened his mouth. Spencer repeated the pattern, giddy each time it worked. He’d been so afraid of fucking up a baby that he was really proud of himself; it was adorable. 

“Okay, I’m going to go do the laundry for them. Once you’re done we can play with him for a little while before we make him a bottle and put him to bed.”

Rounding the corner, you finished the laundry, promptly returning to the kitchen to see that Spencer and Henry weren’t there. You heard a gurgle of some kind and found them near the changing table. Spencer did it all by himself. “I did it!” he said happily. “Thankfully, he left the poop for you, but I did it.”

As you approached, you kissed his cheek. “Yes you did. Everything except for the fact that his diaper is backwards.”

“Dammit,” he laughed.

Now with Henry’s diaper the right way, they returned to you and all three of you sat on the floor, entertaining him for another hour before he got a little cranky. You did your best to comfort him, but he wasn’t having it. Spencer was getting into this babysitting though, because he willingly took Henry and started talking to him. “Now you have a lot of lions in your room Henry, so let me tell you a little bit about lions. Mommy would actually be jealous because they don’t have to be pregnant as long - only 105 days.” Spencer spouted fact after fact and miraculously Henry stopped crying. “I did it!” he exclaimed softly as you giggled at his enthusiasm. “I got him to stop crying.”

“Yes you did, Spence. I’m so proud of you.” All the while you’d been preparing a bottle. “Do you want to feed him or read him a story?”

He opted to sit in the rocking chair and feed him while you read him a story - JJ’s favorite, Bedtime for Baby Star. Once the bottle was finished, he was basically asleep, so Spencer placed him down in the crib, but as you turned to leave, you realized Spencer was still there staring at him, a soft and wondrous smile setting onto his face. One day he’d be doing that with your own children and it made your heart melt. 

You left him to stare, choosing to sit down on the couch outside and wait for him. Finally, about 10 minutes later, he came back as happy as could be. “He’s adorable.”

“Yea he is,” you said sleepily. “You feeling a bit better about taking care of babies now?”

He nodded and pulled you into him. “You’re a natural. You’ll be a great mom one day.”

“And you’re not as bad as you think you are. To be truthful, no parent knows what they’re doing. You’re good with him too, and one day, it’ll be ours.”

Before he bent down to kiss you, he blushed, his smile growing wider and wider by the second. “I’d really love that.”

“This is bullshit.” Marco closed his eyes and leaned back as Ace pushed himself up and away from the table.  It was inevitable, his outburst.  The government had started up their witch hunts again forcing their family to lay low.  Or as Ace saw it, forcing them to hide.

“It’s shit that we are forced to fucking duck out like rats just because we’re, we’re.”

“Different?” Izo offered.


Beside Marco, Edward Newgate sighed.  It wasn’t the first time Ace had an outburst like that.  It’s not even the worst he had been but it was still rough, when he got like this.  There was almost no reasoning with him.  But to let him go on would make it worst.  It’s no secret Ace had a temper, could be very harsh to other around him.  It definitely wasn’t a secret that he was hardest on himself.  

“Calm down Ace, there is no point in getting so worked up.  We’re safe, you don’t have to be afraid.” Marco stood, placing his hand on Ace’s shoulder.

“I’m not afraid of them!”  He snapped jerking away from Marco’s touch.  “It’s them” he pointed out the window “they should be afraid of us!”  Marco’s eyes followed the flame that licked up Ace’s arm before meeting his eyes.

“A lot of them already are.  A lot of them are for good reason.”  Ace stilled, his gaze even with Marco’s.  “Do you really want to be like the ones that make them afraid?  Do you want to be like Akainu?”  Ace bit his lip and looked down.  “Like Blackbeard?”  He flinched and turned away.  Ace looked to Thatch, as he rolled away from the table in his wheelchair.  No, never like them.

“Sorry.”  Ace whispered and Marco sighed.

“We are all feeling stressed my son.”  Newgate stood up and walked over to the two by the window.  “It’s okay to be angry Ace.  Let me assure you, you’re not the only one.”  Gently he moved his hand under Ace’s chin and tilted his head up so their eyes met.  “But don’t let your anger be what guides you, don’t like it control you.”  Ace nodded and Newgate smiled.

“It’s getting late, you’ll all benefit from some rest.”  Their heads snapped to the new voice to see Sabo leaning against the door frame.  Ace snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Is it already past our bedtime, mom?”  Ace walked over and slapped Sabo on his shoulder and his brother scoffed.

“For you it certainly is, narcoleptic.  Last thing you want is to ruin your schedule.”  Sabo slung his arm around his brother’s shoulder.  Ace pushed him away telling him to shut it.  “Would you like me to tuck you in or perhaps read you a bedtime story.  I do remember you like the one about the bear I use to tell Luffy.”  Ace’s cheeks flushed and made a grab for Sabo but said brother of his ducked away laughing as he ran upstairs of the chosen safehouse.  

Newgate shook his head.  Safehouse to anyone but Ace’s brother.  He didn’t know how Sabo always seemed to know where Ace was but Newgate chose not to dwell on it for his own sanity’s sake.  He often was thankful for the brother’s rather sporadic appearances.  Often relied on them on stressful days like so.

Marco was good a quelling Ace’s anger, good at talking him out of his own head.  Newgate was even better but neither of them matched up to Sabo.  Sabo knew, or at least seemed to know, the inner workings of Ace’s mind.  Ace assured that the only ‘genetic abnormality’ Sabo possessed was the uncanny ability to be a smart ass the majority of the time.  Marco swore that his ‘powers’ was the ability to read Ace and he just wouldn’t admit it.

“He’s right though, it’s bullshit.”  Thatch spoke solemnly, breaking Newgate from his musings.  “I’m just a normal guy who has nothing to worry about but even I feel angry.”  He sighed looking down to his lap, hand rubbing his knee.  “They try so hard to weed out everyone they can, people, kids who pose no threat to them and then they turn around and go employ the real monsters.”  He let out a hollow laugh before whispering “it’s bullshit.”

He snapped his head up when Izo placed a hand on his shoulder.  Thatch mustered up a tired smile, placing his hand over the other’s.  “I think it’s time for you to try and get some sleep as well.”

“Oh am I really being that depressing?”

“I felt every ounce of happiness sucked from me.”

“I’m the worst.”

“Absolutely dreadful.”

The duo went back and forth and Izo pushed Thatch down the hall towards their rooms.  Like a switch, one by one the rest of the family all wandered off to their beds until Newgate and Marco were the only ones left.  They watched them go, bid them goodnight and then fell into a contemplative silence.  

“How long do you think this one will last?”

“I don’t know son.”

“They’re looking for someone in particular, depending on how much they want them or how well their hidden, it could be a while.”  Sabo said stepping off the stairs and walking back into the dining room.

“You know who?”  Marco asked and Sabo shook his head and shrugged his shoulder.

“Ace asleep already?”  Newgate asked instead.

“Yeah, like a light the moment he laid down.  He’ll be up in a few hours, nothing I can do about that.  Whether it’s the stress or a stress driven nightmare don’t be surprised when you hear him lurking in the kitchen at some god awful hour.”  Sabo explained as he adjusted his coat.

“Are you leaving already?”  Marco asked, it wasn’t uncommon to Sabo to pop in and out but he usually would spend at least some time, if not the whole night with Ace on bad days.

“Ace’s isn’t my only brother.”  Marco nodded understanding instantly.  “And Luffy has never been good at hide and seek.”  With that Sabo made his way towards their front door.  Whitebeard followed him, opening the door.

“Be careful son.”  Sabo looked up at the man looking slightly taken aback before he scoffed.

“Sorry Whitebeard, I have no interest in being adopted today.”  Newgate laughed as he patted Sabo’s back on his way by.

“Any brother of my son is a son of mine, you better get use to it fast boy.”  He continued to smile brightly, he could tell Sabo was fighting a smile as he waved him off.  Ace and Sabo were polar opposites and two peas in a pod at the same time.  Newgate watched him until he disappeared before closing and bolting the locks on the door.  

He turned to see Marco checking the lock on the window beside him.  “House is all secure.”  Marco stated, smiling up at him and was patted on the back.  He was ever the vigilant one.  “We might as well be heading off to bed as well, goodnight pops.”

Suitors at Bedtime

Byron- “Why do we have so many damn decorative throw pillows?”

MC - *throws 27 pillows at Byron*


Albert - “Time for bed.”

MC - “Albert …It’s 7:30pm…. it’s still light out! There are children playing outside!


MC - "Bedtime…”

Sid - “Sexy-time…it’s been forever…”

MC - “We just had sex this morning …”

Sid- “Yea, that was a long time ago…”


Alyn- “ZzzzZZZzzz”

MC- *poke poke* “Alyn… Alyn, roll over you’re snoring,”

Alyn: “ZZZzzzzZzzz”

MC - *smacks Alyn in the face with a pillow*

Alyn- “Huh? ZzzZZZZZzzz”

MC - “Noooo…”


MC - “Ahhh, I’m so tired…”

Nico - “Hmmm,”

MC - “What’s the matter?”

Nico - “Will you read me a bedtime story?”


MC - “Louis, Louis… I can’t sleep,”

Louis - *sits up in bed and flips off his eye-mask* “Beauty sleep is very important to me,” *flips eye-mask back down*

MC - *pulls his eye-mask and snaps him in the face with it*


Rayvis - “I can’t sleep…”

MC - “I’ll give you a back rub,”

Rayvis - “Ahhh, that’s not my back…”

MC - *wink wink*


Giles - “Come cuddle with me,”

MC - “Ook” :)

10 mins later …

Giles - “Behave yourself…”

MC - “No way!”


MC - “Are you ready for bed Robert?”

Robert - “Almost, I just want to finish this piece,”

MC - “You said that last night, you ended up painting until 6am…”

Robert - “Uhhhh,”

MC - “Robert….”

Robert - “Ooh, you’re using your teacher voice.”


MC- “Goodnight Leo,”

MC - *turns around to find Leo already in bed naked*

anonymous asked:

Hi! How you doin'? Can you please write number 19 with that cute little guy, baby Groot? I watched the movie and he melted my heart ❤. Btw I love your stories please keep writing. Thank you 💗💗💗

Originally posted by marvelheroes

19: Reading together

Pairing: Platonic! Baby Groot x reader
Warnings: [N/A]
Fandom: Guardians Of The Galaxy

“I am Groot”.

“No Groot I don’t know how the cow jumped over the moon” you explained with a sigh.

“I am Groot”.

“I don’t think it’s supposed to make logical sense. It’s a fairytale anything can happen. Now do you want me to read you this story or not?”.

“What are too up to?”.
You looked up to see Peter staring at you in confusion.

“He couldn’t sleep” you explained motioning toward the baby groot that was sitting on your lap “so I thought I’d read him a bedtime story”.

“He’s a tree. Why not read him the giving tree or something?”.

“Very funny” you glared. All of a sudden you heard soft snores and looked to see Groot had fallen asleep on your lap out of nowhere. Well you guessed your job was done so you gently placed him in his bed and ushered Peter out of the room before he could wake him back up.

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