just for you deb

@allthosekaramels screaming "he wasn't abusive this episode"

abuse and toxicity in a relationship is rarely a 24/7 phenomenon, there are good times too. just because for one episode where he had less screen time he wasn’t awful to kara doesn’t excuse his abusive actions in the past. in a relationship, you should never have to wait for the good moments to come along, and with something you ship.. well, if a character you stan not abusing his girlfriend for his 10 minutes of screen time is something surprising to celebrate.. maybe you should rethink your stance


Like Father, Like Son

Words: 593
Dad!Steve Roger X Reader 
Summary: The reader is forced to pick up her son, who is also the son of America’s Captain, from school. Since this is about the fifth time this has happened during his very short school career, the reader is at her wit’s end. As soon as she lays eyes on her son however, her resolve wavers. 

“Mrs. Rogers, this is Principle Washington. I’m afraid there’s been more trouble with Grant. Are you able to come down to the school to speak with us?” It was your son’s school. It was always your son’s school. They were calling for the fourth time that month, you could only imagine what had happened this time. You tucked your cellphone into the crook of your neck so that you could pull your jacket on one sleeve at a time. 

“I’m on my way.” You sigh. “I’ll be there in…” you pause long enough to check your watch. “Twenty minutes. Yes see you then. good bye.” 

You couldn’t help but shake your head as you hung up the phone. The last time you’d been called into school it was because your son had tried to stage a sit-in at the cafeteria. Apparently he and his fellow students felt it was unconstitutional that there was no chocolate milk option. (Only whole and 2% white, such a tragedy.) At first you’d thought he would eventually grow out of this behavior, but now you worried he would grow up to be just like his father. He was eight years old and already trying to spark a revolution over dairy products. 

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debwalsh  asked:

Just a quick note that does not need an answer. Congratulations on the success of the book! It looks to be gorgeous. I got my order in for a full bundle early, but I've gotta say it's wonderful how accommodating you've been to people wanting to order after bundles sell out. It's just really nice! Deb

Thank you so much! ♥

Learning along the way is a bit embarrassing though ahahah But I hope everyone can get what they want!

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Faith and Jen

Part of the OC meet and greet. Ananbella meets Faith and Jen who belong to @melyaliz

Tagging: @speedypan @cupidjayne @coffee-randomness @insideoflit @guns-n-lilies

Annabella listened as her father talked on the phone while she colored in her coloring book on the kitchen table.

“Yes I know but now is not really a good time… Deb… just… well it’s not my fault you guys moved to Japan… okay yeah that was uncalled for… what do you mean you guys moved back to Gotham? When did this happen?.. okay Deb name calling isn’t going to convince me to let you guys come… what do you mean your on your way?… Deb n-.. Deb?.. Deb?… dang it.”

“Who were you talking to daddy?” Annabella asked looking at him curiously pausing her coloring.

“That was your Aunt Debbie.”

“My who now?”

“Your Aunt Debbie, she’s my cousin. She wants to meet you.”

“Oh.” Annabella went back to coloring.

“And she’s bringing her daughters.”

Anabel,a paused and looked at her dad.



“No I don’t wanna.” Annabella huffed as she slam her crayon and crosses her arms.

“Okay why not.” Annabella stayed silent and Bruce took a deep breath. “Sweetie I’m not a mind reader like Uncle J’onn. So I need you to use your words and tell me what your feel so we can work together.”

Annabella sighed and looked at her dad

“What if they’re mean like the others?”

“Okay well if they are then tug on my pant leg twice and I’ll let you go to your room. But give them a chance for. Can you do that?” Annabella huffed but nodded and the the doorbell rang. “I’ll get the door Alfred, can you prepare lunch.”

“Of course Master Bruce.”

“Alright let’s go sweetie.”

Annabella stayed behind her father as he opened the the door. She focused more on the two girls. One was reading a very big book while holding the sleeve of a younger girl who was in a panda hoodie, who looked ready to bolt. The one holding the book let go of the younger ones hand and held it out towards Annabella.

“I’m Jennifer and that little panda is Faith.” The girl introduced them.

The younger one, Faith, quickly bolted and hugged Annabella tightly.

“Zen!” She cried happily.

Annabella looked down at the girl and awkwardly pat her. The girl simply smiled and Annabella couldn’t help but smile back maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.


Dexter: “Hello, Harrison.”
(Harrison grunts)
Debra: “See? He knows you.”
Dexter: “I don’t know how to do this.”
Debra: “Just keep his head up.”
Dexter: “No, I mean everything. How to be a father, how to take care of him.”
Debra: “You’ll be great.”
Dexter: “How do you know?”
Debra: “‘Cause you’ve always taken care of me.”
Dexter: “I have?”
Debra: “Ever since we were little. Don’t you remember the monsters?”
Dexter: “Uh, no.”
Debra: “Every time Mom would turn off the lights, they’d be running all over the walls. And I couldn’t fuckin’ go to sleep 'cause I thought they were gonna eat me or something.”
Dexter: “I don’t remember.”
Debra: “They were the shadows. You came in and explained it in your dorky little voice. You were like, 'oh, it’s just the absence of light, Deb.’
(both chuckle)
Debra: "I don’t even know why I remember that, but I do. And even then, you stayed in my room and slept on the floor by my bed. You made me feel so fuckin’ safe. You were always taking care of me. I know you’re gonna be a great father, because you’ve always been a great big brother.”
Dexter: “You really believe that?”
Debra: “With all my heart.”

Fic a Day in May - Day 2

Based on a prompt: The Gallagher’s and/or Ball’s walk in on Mickey trying to propose to Ian.

Mickey was acting weird, weirder than normal, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Ian.

He watched him get flustered by every little thing and flit about the place like he couldn’t remember where he was going or what he was doing. If Ian didn’t find it completely adorable he might have pulled him over sooner, but Mickey’s red cheeks and his hair hanging down over his brow was a wonderful sight.

Ian sat on the couch, flicking through channels just trying to find anything half decent to watch when Mickey came and sat down next to him. He looked up and smiled before turning back to the TV and Mickey cleared his throat a little.

“I uh, I got somethin’ I wanna talk to you about,” he said awkwardly.

“So go on, I’m listening,” Ian said, eyes still on the screen.

“Can you turn that thing off for a sec?” he said.

“I can listen to you and watch this it’s not big ― hey!” he shouted as Mickey snatched the remote from his hands and turned the TV off, throwing the remote over to the armchair. “Was that really necessary?”

“Can you shut the fuck up for a minute?” Mickey said and Ian rolled his eyes a little.

“Okay, you have my full attention, what is it?” he asked.

Mickey exhaled heavily, and Ian knew he had a stupid smile on his face because Mickey just looked so nervous.

“I wanna… I mean I know this kinda crap is important to you, so I want―” he started, getting cut off by Debbie as she walked down the stairs.

“Hey have either of you seen my sneakers? I swear I left them in my room but I can’t find them,” she said. “I need them for training.”

Mickey grumbled and gave her a glare but Ian just shrugged.

“Haven’t seen ‘em Debs,” he said. “You tried the back yard?”

“Yeah I’ll do that now, thanks,” she said, wandering out through the kitchen.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Ian asked.

“I was just trying to say that I don’t… I mean you give a shit about a lot of things that never fuckin’ meant anything to me, and I don’t fucking get it, well I didn’t get it, not really… not until―” he was cut off again when the door burst open and Liam came running in, calling out Ian’s name over and over and climbing over the side of the couch to get to him.

“Ian! Ian! Ian!” he squealed and Ian just laughed as he lifted him up and gave him a squeeze.

“Hey little guy!” he grinned and this time Mickey’s grumbling and groaning was audible and Ian gave him a look.

“Hey!” Fiona said from the doorway. “Don’t mind him he’s had way too much sugar. Come on, let your brother get back to… not watching TV? Jesus, take it upstairs maybe…”

“We weren’t…” Ian shook his head a little. “We’re just talking.”

“Fucking trying to…” Mickey mumbled as Fiona made her way into the kitchen, tapping Liam on the shoulder as she did.

Ian kissed him on the head before letting him go and he ran off after Fiona.

“Alright go on,” he said.

“I’m trying to fucking say that you and me… we’ve been through some shit and―” he stopped when Liam ran in and threw himself over Mickey’s knees, giggling like mad.

Mickey raised an eyebrow and Ian just laughed.

“What’s he doing?” Mickey asked.

“Being a kid, I don’t know,” he replied.

“Liam!” Fiona called and he let out a giant sigh.

Okay,” he said, following her voice to the kitchen and dragging his arms behind him.

“Kids are fucking weird,” Mickey said. “Can we go outside or something, it’s like a fucking clown car in this place.”

Ian nodded and the two got up to head out to the backyard, passing Debbie who was holding up her shoes with a smile.

There were still a couple of lawn chairs set up on the grass that they sat down in and Ian just gave him a warm smile, kicking Mickey’s foot lightly.

“Is that better now?” he asked.

“You think it’s funny?” Mickey asked.

“Oh come on, wait what’s going on?” Ian said with worry lacing his voice.

“Am I allowed to wanna say something to you and not the whole fucking Brady Bunch?”

“Alright, so what do you want to say?”

“That I fucking love you and I don’t wanna fucking lose you!” he said and Ian was a little taken aback.

“I love you too,” he said quietly. “What does that have to do with―”

“I don’t wanna lose you,” he repeated. “And I don’t get why you had to make a big fucking deal when I got hitched but I don’t know, maybe I know what you were talkin’ about now.”

“Are you saying what I think you are?”

“I’m sayin’ I don’t wanna lose you but I ain’t good at this,” he said, looking up and into Ian’s eyes. “I don’t do big fucking gestures―”

“Oh yeah, doesn’t do big gestures,” Kev said as he came through the back with a duffel bag over his shoulder. “Coming from the dude who came out to a whole bunch of drunk assholes and trashed my bar.”

Mickey looked like he was about to snap as he turned slowly to Kev.

“Do you fucking mind?” he snapped.

“Well excuse me, am I interrupting a tea party or something?” he said.

“Actually I think you were interrupting a proposal,” Ian said quietly just as Fiona and Debbie came to the door to meet Kev.

“You what?” Fiona said and Debbie was just looking from one to another with wide eyes.

“Jesus, can’t anyone get a little privacy around here?” Mickey yelled, standing up and throwing his hands in the air.

The three of them on the porch seemed to look a little sheepish and Fiona waved Kev inside, shooting Ian a little smile before dragging Debbie along with them.

“That was what you were doing, right?” Ian asked, looking back at Mickey. “I mean I don’t want to assume anything but, that is what you were doing?”

He sighed.


Ian’s lips pulled even tighter as the smile spread over his face.

“All of that, ‘I don’t wanna lose you’, ‘I didn’t understand it’, ‘I love you’,” he said, the cockiness creeping onto his features. “That was all your way of asking me to marry you?”

Mickey narrowed his eyes at him. “Well I don’t have a fucking ring.”

“Why not?”

“Because I ain’t getting’ down on one knee.”

“Well what kind of proposal is this?”

“It’s the fucking good and bad, sickness and health kind of bullshit that you always fucking wanted! Is that okay? That enough for you or you want a ring on your fat fucking―”

Ian silenced Mickey’s nervous ranting with his lips, lunging in and catching them with his own, hands cupping the sides of his face.

His lips parted and Mickey’s along in time, a pattern that they’d long since perfected. Mickey closed his eyes and reached around to pull Ian’s hips into him. His fingers slid gently across the thin material on his back and dipped under it until they were caressing his skin and Ian’s fingers were moving into his hair.

He tightened his grip a little, pulling Mickey back and making him let out an annoyed grunt.

“That was a yes, in case you were wondering,” he said. “And my fingers aren’t fat so you can quit being lazy and go steal us a set of rings.”

Mickey huffed out noisily but smiled. “Oh that was your yes, huh?”

“What, not good enough for you?” Ian asked.

“Wanna go to my place? Probably less people to invade our fucking privacy,” Mickey grinned.

“Let’s go,” he said and they disentangled themselves from one another, at least until they made it to the Milkovich house.