just like your mum

marauders as dads; a ranking

james potter

  • 150% in from day one 
  • has a great relationship with his kids, will wrestle and bathtime and be so enthusiastic tbh a 6 year old will lose energy faster than him 
  • will be embarrassing af to his kids when they are teenagers bc he will come to ever quidditch game and get in fights with other parents 
  • spoils his kids with both love and presents and cried the first time he put harry in time out 
  • A+ dad, better than anyone ever 

remus lupin

  • i mean…tries to run away from his kid and pregnant wife bc he is so ashamed of his illness so there’s that
  • but once hes there hes happy and caring and loving and consistently asks himself how a monster like him deserves this love (a lil dramatic but ok)
  • move over atticus finch there is a new intelligent and empathetic dilf around
  • seems stern but will teach his kids every secret passageway in hogwarts before they turn 5
  • Overall, a solid B

sirius black 

  • either has 0 kids or a million illegitimate kids from one night stands there is no middle ground 
  • doesnt find out he even has a kid until they are like 8
  • then sees them every other weekend and brings them to super fun and highly irresponsible events 
  • loves them a lot but doesnt /actually/ parent 
  • really just a cool uncle 
  • D+, stick to being a godparent padfoot 

peter pettigrew 

  • stereotypical boring dad that you see in movies 
  • like wearing a collared shirt with a tie and reading the paper over cereal never really interacting with his kids 
  • doesnt go to his kids quidditch games bc he has work 
  • loves them but feels uncomfortable telling them so he just says vague statements like “chip off the ol’ block” and “ask your mum” 
  • C, isnt the worst  isnt the best. 

Requested by @yjrevolution
John’s daughter (Reader) X Isaiah pregnancy announcement.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Cursing, Mentions of Miscarriage.

Ok guys, I had to really sit and do some math for the first time since I graduated high school (joking). Everyone is basically older in this imagine – John is 35, not 29, which in turn makes the other Shelby’s older, except Finn (18) is younger than his niece by a year, and we are just going to go along with it because that’s the only way this imagine works.

Hope you guys enjoy this one! FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!


You knew you wouldn’t be able to hide your small bump from the family – or Isaiah much longer. You had only popped a few days ago, a small and almost noticeable swell finally made an appearance.

You were about five and a half months along. You knew you should have told Isaiah when the physician confirmed it two months prior, but after already losing a baby -  you wanted to be sure that this one wasn’t going anywhere. You didn’t want to get Isaiah’s hopes up again, only to have them crushed.

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higherthanthebeasts  asked:

Your ficlets are my favourite thing, and a lovely salve to sooth my personal disappointment over TFP (but eh onwards and upwards yes?) Would love it if you wrote a little ficlet with sherlock comforting John and talking about John's childhood/upbringing - would be interesting to hear your thoughts on whether some of John's insecurities could stem from childhood/adolescence. (The sweeter and more tender the better - your work is fabulous!!! Hope you're having a good day!)

(Can be viewed as a sequel to this)

Sherlock knows John’s mother is dead. He doesn’t know how or when, or if his father is still alive or not- if so, presumably very estranged. There are gaps in John Watson’s life that Sherlock does not know how to fill, but he doesn’t want to- not until John’s ready, that is.

The first time John gives him a little window into his past, Sherlock is completely taken. He is making tea, and has turned on the radio (Radio 2, he thinks it was on, John’s default) and is vaguely humming along to whatever song is playing. 

He turns to give a cup to John and is astonished. John is leaning on the counter, hand covering his mouth, silent tears just starting to fall. 

“John!” He nearly spills the tea over his hand. “John, what’s wrong?”

John jumps and his hand moves from his mouth to touch his cheek. Of course, it comes away wet, but John seems surprised by his own tears. 

“Oh-um. Sorry. That- don’t know where that came from.” He pauses, breathes out, and obviously forces a smile to reassure him. “It… my mum loved this song.” And he says it so quietly, Sherlock could almost swear he hadn’t heard anything at all. He lets himself focus on the music.

“When I grew up, and fell in love, I asked my sweetheart ‘What lies ahead….?’” 

Sherlock considers John over his own mug of tea, and passes John’s to him. His tears have largely dried, and he’s now listening to the song with a very faint smile. Sherlock turns up the volume, and lets it all be, for now.

He can sense it, this quiet yet burning need John has to say… something. He doesn’t want to pry, and he definitely, definitely doesn’t want to accidentally do it all wrong and cause John to completely clam up. 

So, instead, he offers John a part of his past like an anchor. During dinner, he puts on a deliberately ‘80′s themed playlist. When the fourth song starts to play, Sherlock casually mentions, “Mummy always put this one on when we had parties.”

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(A DH Missing Moment Drabble in Honor of Valentine’s Day)

Hermione shuffled a little blindly out of bed and toward the tent’s makeshift kitchen. It was still dark out, but the rising sun would soon be visible. Her shift at watch would be soon and she wanted to wake up a bit before heading out to face the cold.

As she reached the table she stopped short. Sitting at what had become “her” place was a steaming mug and a small bunch of what appeared to be some type of holly with tiny purple berries tied in a rather sad looking bow. Had the bow been better constructed and not so obviously made of scrap fabric, she might have thought she was dreaming. She did that quite a bit now; imaging warm baths and pastries and a heart that didn’t constantly ache.

No, this was no dream. This offering had been left for her, she didn’t need to ask by whom. She tried her hardest to summon the anger that had been her nearest companion since Ron’s return; she clenched her fists at her sides and snarled down at the gifts intending to leave them untouched.

As fate would have it, at that moment the scent of that cup of tea, of very expensive French tea reached her nose. It was the same tea that her Grandmother always made for her when she came for a visit (perhaps she was dreaming after all).

Her hands shook as she reached out and brought the steaming cup to her lips. It was the most perfect thing she had tasted in months: the perfect amount of sugar and the optimal temperature. She was so absorbed in the experience that she initially missed the tent flap opening, but she did not remain oblivious to his presence as he moved closer behind her. The husky whisper of her voice sought him out, though she never turned around.


“When I was at Bill and Fleur’s.”


“I recognized the tin. It was just like the one in the package your Mum sent you last year on your birthday. I nicked the last of it, for you. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion…and since today is…well…you know.”

“I know.”

“Well, anyway…I hope you enjoy it. I wish it were more. I know it’s not enough.”

She felt him turn to go: back to his watch, back to his purgatory. It would have been so easy to just let him go; to deny him the comfort of her words, to deny herself the relief of saying them. But, as they say in the stories, the warmth of his gesture thawed at least a tiny bit of her frozen heart.

“It is.”

And for the moment, it was.

Originally posted by butteryplanet


I honestly couldn’t think of a better title. Guess who got another Bucky x Reader fic because i’m trash. There are more coming very soon. I’ve had a creative spark and I have tons of ideas for avengers stuff especially for Bucky. So Enjoy.

Warnings: mentions of childhood abuse, violence, swearing.

Working with the avengers was amazing, but sometimes they were walking eggshells around you. They saw you as just an agent and nothing more, and yes it was frustrating at times but you just had to smile through gritted teeth because you were afraid. They knew you had a rough childhood but they didn’t know the details. Ever since you were born you had these powers, sort of like Scarlett witch, but the doctors had told your parents that it was from a mutation in your father’s blood. You never knew him; he had walked out the door before he even knew you existed but you guess he had powers similar. Your mum hated them because she hated him. She couldn’t bear to see you grow up like him so she locked you in your room most nights while she drank away her cares.

It was always the same until she got violent. You went to school with bruises and broken teeth but couldn’t tell anyone the truth, what would you say. You couldn’t say your mum hit you because then you would be taken away and she was all you had, but you also couldn’t say it was because of your powers because then everyone would know you were a freak. That’s what she called you, a monster and a freak. When you were 14 you got yourself out after what felt like decades of torture but found yourself on the streets. Somehow the day you had gotten out you had ended up on Hydra’s doorstep.

You were passed out when they took you in but they never knew about your powers or your mother, only that you had been kicked out. Now you had been with the avengers for almost 5 months after just being an agent for almost a year thanks to Tony who got you out on a mission. You had been on a few missions but nothing too big because they were worried for your safety. They knew you could hold your own, you had even beaten Bucky at sparing a few times, but with no power that they knew of and limited weapons knowledge they didn’t want to risk your life. That was until now.

You had woken up to everyone rushing around the tower. “Hey what’s going on?” you questioned Steve as he rushed passed you, “Suit up, we need all hands on deck Y/N.” You didn’t need here anymore detail, if you were needed you were there. A few moments later you found yourself in the situation you were now, sat on the quinjet in between Steve and Bucky as they prepped everyone for what they needed to do. “Nat and Clint clear the area; we want all civilians out of the way before anything goes down. Bruce and Thor you’ll be our eyes from buildings. You clear out people and take out any threats from there. Wanda and I have the enemies on the ground. Tony and Sam have our eye in the sky and, Bucky and Y/N take the ground but look out for our main target, if HYDRA is anywhere I want to know about it okay? Let’s go.”

You all separated from the jet and got to work. Bucky led you down a back alley into an opening by a cafe where there were customers everywhere. This wasn’t good. “Nat? Clint? We got a field trip happening over here. Cafe just round the block from you filled with civilians.” Bucky said through the comms. Before either of them could reply a projectile was fired at the sign and it crashed down to the ground in front of you earning screams from the people inside. “Y/N get them out of here now!” Bucky shouted going to take down the attacker. You ran into the cafe, “Hello! I don’t have time to explain but is there a back door?” The owner nodded and you quickly got everyone to exit the cafe and Clint was out the back guarding as people piled into the jet for safety. Once everyone was out of the way you went back to find Bucky but couldn’t see him anywhere. You started to panic for his safety. “Bucky?” You shouted but all you heard were grunts and groans coming from around the corner of the cafe. When you turned around you saw him swing the final guy to the ground into the pile with the rest.

“Crap” you whispered as you noticed the familiar logo on the shoulder on the person’s uniform. HYDRA. It was a logo you couldn’t mistake, “Steve? They are here.” You said through your ear piece, “Where’s Bucky?” He said back, “I’ve got him he is fine.” But that was when you were roughly thrown from where you were. Your ear piece flew out and broke under a strangers foot but before you could do anything two big men had you arms pinned behind you and Bucky the same. A man in all black came up towards you, the smell of smoke on his breath. “I waited many years for this moment Y/N.” He whispered to you and your eyes went wide, how did he know your name? “Don’t you recognise your old man?” he said with a disgusting smirk on his lips as he punches you right in the jaw. Your head swung back and you could hear Bucky straining to try and help you. The man who called himself your father grabs hold of your cheeks harshly, “Got any last words for me?” He grumbled and you spat some blood in his face and whispered, “You should have thought about the legs.” He looked mildly confused but before he could even think about your knee came into contact with his crotch. As he bent down you took the opportunity to kick him in the face and he fell backwards.

The two men holding onto you tried to tighten their grips but you jammed you heels into their toes making them let go. You swiftly knocked both of them out before running into one of the ones holding onto Bucky and knocking them out as well. “Let’s get out of here.” Bucky said grabbing you hand and running. You didn’t get very far before you turned a corner only to run into more hydra agents, you turned around again but found yourselves surrounded by them. They slowly got closer before you realised one was holding a book, a small red book with a black book. “Shit” You whispered as the agent opened it up ready to read. You questioned what to do, if the winter soldier in Bucky came out there was no way you could hold him back and you no way of telling the team. You knew what you had to do but you weren’t sure if you were ready. It had been years since you had used your powers and you weren’t ready for the team to find out but it was life or death.

Before you could fully register what you were doing you had entered Bucky’s head and began draining out all sound. You knew if Bucky’s head couldn’t hear the trigger words they wouldn’t activate the soldier in him. Once the agent had finished reading them you exited Bucky’s mind. “Soldier?” the agent said ready for Bucky to fall to their mercy but he didn’t. He was extremely confused and Bucky looked at you and you just nodded and moved to stand back to back with him assessing how many agents you were dealing with. Bucky wasn’t sure how the words hadn’t affected him but he didn’t care at that point. You saw that you were both out of ammo, “Steve we are surrounded and out of ammo. There is nearly a thousand hydra agents here and my arm isn’t going to get us through.” You didn’t here Steve’s reply but you could feel you power filling you up with adrenalin. “Bucky. Duck.” Was all you said and he was extremely confused but obeyed anyway. You did a 360 looking at all the agents looking at you. “Give me a boost.” You whispered as you felt the black clouds form at the end of your fingertips. Bucky placed his hands together ready for you to jump from. You planted one foot in his hands and did a back flip away from him until your hand came into contact with the floor sending vines of darkness through the ground, sending the agents flying.

You slowly stood up not being able to look into Bucky’s eyes, you waited for him to hit you or yell like your mum used to but he didn’t. He just stood up with eyes wide as you turned to walk away he grabbed your arm causing you to flinch. When you finally faced him he saw the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You were shocked when he just pulled you into his chest, his heartbeat was clear as bells in your ear and you let out a small sob. You weren’t sure why you were crying; maybe it was because you could be free once this was over of because Bucky was just holding you instead of hurting you like your mother used to do. He pulled you away as looked straight into your eyes, “I thought you were going to get yourself killed.” He said breathing heavily tears almost forming in his ocean blue eyes, “I thought they were going to take me away from you. Was it you who stopped them?” He just questioned and you silently nodded as a tear ran down Bucky’s face but a smile was placed on his lips.

“You’re not mad or scared?” you whispered and he just looked at you and shook his head, biting his lip, “I’ve been tortured and brainwashed Y/N, It takes a lot more than some powers like that to scare me. It would have been nice to have known beforehand but that’s okay.” He said placing his forehead to yours and laughed “I honestly think I love you.” He whispered and you just looked at him, “um that’s, i-i mean” but before he could finish you just pressed your lips to his. He began to deepen the kiss but you pulled away when you heard Tony land behind you letting off a flare, “Thank fucking god, finally.” He said, “Nat you owe my 20 bucks.” We just laughed at him and apologised. “Well while you two were busy we finished up so we can go back to the tower.” Bucky took your hand and you walked back to the jet.

When we got back he took me to the training room and just sat on a chair. “What are we doing?” I said laughing at him as he sat crossed legged staring at me “I want to know what you can do.” He said with a smirk. You just lift up your arms letting the power do its thing. You were finally able to be confident with what you could do because Bucky made sure you knew that you weren’t a freak or a monster. You were everything he wanted and that was good enough for you.

Six Weeks

Here’s a little Daddy!Killian one shot that I had bouncing around my head the last few days. 

It’s a lot less angsty than it seems I promise. 

Also I’ve never had a baby so a lot of this stuff might be wrong! Sorry if it is!

Please reblog if you like it! I’m not too proud to beg. 

Ao3 and Ff

Rated M

Killian had always wondered how he would take to fatherhood. For a long time he’d accepted the fact that he may never be a father. After losing Milah he had abandoned hope that he would ever find someone with whom he would want to share something so intimate with, and after Balefire left in Neverland, he’d begun to fear one horrifying conclusion: that he had become his own father – ready to give the closest thing he had to a child to better his own situation. But when Emma told him she was pregnant he’d been thrilled. He’d finally found that kind of love again, after hundreds of years of searching and he could think of nothing more beautiful than her carrying his child, carrying proof of their love – of true love. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t lost countless nights’ sleep over it. When all the baby books had been read (and there were a lot of them) he often found himself lying awake in bed wondering if he would be like his father or if he could find it in himself to be like Liam – strong, dependable, supportive, loving, constant Liam. As he lay awake those nights he promised himself and silently vowed to Emma and his unborn child that he would be the later. He would be the father they both needed him to be – the one they deserved.

Surprisingly, Killian had taken to fatherhood quite easily. His daughter, so small and fragile he’d been afraid he’d break her the first time he held her, had stolen his heart in her first breaths. And she seemed pretty fond of him as well if he did say so himself – which he did, often and proudly. Since the second they brought her home Killian rarely left her side. He was up for every midnight and 3 A.M. feeding, despite Emma’s claims that it was her turn and he should sleep. He’d mastered the baby bjorn and the car seat to the point where he could do it one handed whilst balancing his girl in his hooked arm, and he’d even discovered that sea shanties were the cure for her restless nights.

“I told you, Swan. We have a little pirate on our hands,” he’d smirked as she’d rolled her eyes at his smugness.

What he hadn’t been prepared for, was how Emma had taken to fatherhood. He’d started noticing it the day they brought her home, when he’d taken his girl from his wife’s arms so that she could get out of the car – the look, her shoulders tense and her lips pressed in a tight line.

“Everything alright, love?” he’d asked, looking her over quickly to rule out anything physically wrong.

“Fine,” she reassured him before quickly taking the baby back and leading the way back into the house.

It had become something of a pattern. Whenever Emma walked into the room, finding him holding their daughter, rocking her to sleep or making faces at her at the breakfast table, she would react the same way, shoulders tensing, lips drawing thin and then an offer to take the baby from him. After the first week he’d started removing his hook whenever he was near his girl, thinking that Emma was worried he would accidentally hurt her and that was the cause for her ails. The next week he’d switched the hook out for his prosthetic hand on a near permanent basis. But still, Emma seemed uncomfortable, even troubled when she came upon the two of them. And still, she maintained that she was ‘fine.’

He’d brought it up to David once when the two met for coffee at Granny’s, baby in tow. It had been an awkward topic to bring up because while David loved his granddaughter Killian was pretty sure he still didn’t appreciate the evidence that Killian and Emma had had sex.

“When you and Snow had Neal,” he started, scratching the spot behind his ear, “Did she begin acting… differently?”

“What do you mean?” David asked, not looking up from the little pink bundle he was cooing at.

“Was she… protective?” he asked for lack of a better word.

David looked at him finally. “Oh, yeah.”

“Really?” Killian asked, relieved.

“We lost Emma so suddenly and so horribly when she was born. It took a while before Snow trusted Neal with anyone besides the two of us.”

“But she did trust you… with your child, I mean?”

David frowned at him. “Of course. What are you asking, Hook?”

Killian squirmed in his seat, taking his girl back and tucking her into the crook of his arm. He brushed the soft hairs that covered her head, still marvelling at the fact that he’d helped create something so perfect.

“Emma… I worry that Emma doesn’t trust me. With the baby I mean.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” David frowned, folding his hands on the table. “You’re out with her now. She wouldn’t let you do that if she didn’t trust you.”

“I suppose you’re right,” he conceded.

But something still irked him. And he was reminded of it when Emma walked into the dinner a few minutes later to join them, that same expression appearing on her face before she took the baby from him. David shot him a look and Killian knew he’d seen it too.

As they were making their way out the door David stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, waiting until Emma was out of earshot.

“I’ll talk to Snow,” he said. “Maybe it’s a motherhood thing. For now, just try talking to her.”

“I’ve tried. She always says it’s nothing. But I’ll keep trying. Thanks, mate. I appreciate the help.” He clapped David on the shoulder and followed Emma to the car.

“I see what you mean,” Snow said when they were over for Sunday night dinner at the loft. “She certainly seems… on edge whenever you’re holding the baby.” The look of concern on her face had Killian more worried than he’d been in the four weeks since his daughter had been born. “Killian…” she started gently. “Have you ever heard about post-partum depression?”

Killian’s eyebrows shot up. He’d read about it in passing in some of the baby books he’d poured through when Emma was pregnant but he’d never considered the reality of it.

“It can lead to women being afraid to leave their babies in the care of anyone else. Including the father,” she explained, placing a soothing hand on his shoulder. “I have a book on it. If you’d like to borrow it.”  Killian was at a loss for words, unable to speak over the lump in his throat and settling for a nod instead.

That night, after Emma had fallen asleep, Killian sat awake reading the book from cover to cover and deciding he would talk about it with Emma in the morning. He was just getting ready to go to bed when he heard his girl whimpering over the baby monitor.

“Hi, little love,” he whispered, picking her up from her crib and cradling her against his bare chest. Her little fist balled up in the hair there and he winced a little. “You’re getting strong,” he told her. “Just like your mum.” He kissed her head, rocking her and humming lightly as she slowly drifted back to sleep.

“Oh, come on!” His eyes shot up to the doorway where Emma stood in one of his t-shirts with her hair rumpled and an exasperated, annoyed look on her face.

“What?” he asked, genuinely confused. He couldn’t figure out what he had done to deserve such a reaction.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” she demanded in a tone he believed to be much harsher than necessary.

“I was going to bed. And skin to skin contact is good for bonding. I read it in a book.”

“You and your books. Just – give her here. You go to bed,” she said, arms out to take the baby. “And put on a damn shirt.”

“No,” he answered, pulling back slightly.

“No?” Shock and confusion flashed across her face.

“No. Look, Swan, I don’t know why it is you don’t trust me with our daughter but we have to talk about it.”

“What are you talking about? I trust you with her.”

He scoffed. “Clearly you don’t. You should see the way you react whenever I hold her – like you think I’m going to hurt her. Like I ever could. And then you take her away as quickly as you can.”

“I don’t –”

“You do. What I can’t figure out is why. Is it because of what I’ve told you about my past? Because you know, Emma, surely you must know I’m not that man anymore –”

“Killian,” she interrupted him, her expression softening as she leaned against the doorframe.  

“I think we need to talk about post-partum depression,” he said, the words spilling out before he could stop them. “Your mother gave me a book on it and –”

“You spoke to my mother about this?”

“I was worried! Look at you! Even now I can tell how tense you are looking at me holding her.”

“Killian. I don’t –” the frustration was growing in her tone.

“It’s okay, Swan. It’s totally normal and we can face it together and –”

“For fuck’s sake, Killian!” His eyes snapped up to meet hers. “I’m not post-partum! I’m horny!”

Killian froze, eyes snapping up to meet her face which was quickly turning bright red. “Come again, love?”

“I’m horny, okay? All these stupid hormones have me all out of whack since the baby came and seeing you holding her and looking like that it… does something to me.”

Killian tilted his head, trying to wrap his mind around the new information. Gently, he set the now sleeping baby down in her crib and strode slowly towards his Swan. “It does something to you?”

“Yeah, okay. Don’t look at me like that! It’s not that weird okay!” Killian fought the grin that was tugging at his lips. “Just… seeing you, holding a baby, our baby, and being so good at being a dad and I mean, Jesus, would it kill you to put some clothes on every once in a while? It makes me want to jump your bones every damn time I see you with her whether that’s in our kitchen or in the middle of Granny’s. And would you stop looking at me like that! It’s not funny”

Killian couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face at that, or the chuckle that left him. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” He was standing directly in front of her now, bodies nearly touching and he could feel her breath on his chest, warm and quicker than it had been a minute ago.

“Because we can’t do anything about it!”

He frowned. “Why not?”

She rolled her eyes and heaved an exasperated sigh. “Because the doctor said we have to wait until six weeks after I gave birth to have sex and it’s been a month and it’s freaking killing me!” she groaned in frustration.

“Oh, Swan,” Killian teased, reaching out to brush his fingers along the length of her arm, grinning when she practically jumped at the contact. “You didn’t read any of those baby books I gave you, did you?”

She frowned. “I read some of them,” she said, her voice shaky as his hand continued its exploration along her side and down to the hem of her stolen shirt.

Killian hummed, fingers teasing the skin of her thigh. “Well if you’d read all the books then you would have read that it’s strictly penetration that’s off the table until you’re cleared by your doctor.” His hand slipped under the shirt, making its way up to her hip and across her belly. “Everything else is fair game whenever you decide you’re ready.” Her breathing was coming out in shaky pants, her knees shaking under his touch. “I’ve been waiting for you to let me know,” he said as his hand trailed lower. “I’ve been going mad not being able to touch you.” His fingers dipped into where she was already wet and wanting and she gasped. “So tell me, love,” he drew her bottom lip lightly between his teeth and pulled before letting it drop. “Are you ready?” he asked with a teasing smirk, so close she could feel his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

“Fuck, yeah,” she said, grabbing the back of his head and lunging forward. Killian groaned, pushing her back against the hallway wall. He kissed her long and hard, mouth slanting against hers, letting his tongue delve deep as he ground against her. His hand came up to cup her breast, thumb flicking her nipple through the shirt and she threw her head back, biting back a moan only so as not to wake the baby. Killian took it as an invitation, letting his lips and tongue and teeth trail along the side of her neck to the spot behind her ear that had her hand fisting in his hair hard enough to hurt.

“Please,” she begged and that was all he needed to hear before dropping to his knees right there in the hallway. He took a moment to take her in. He always loved seeing her like this, lost in the throes of passion, blind to the world around her. She ground her hips towards his face and he smiled, pressing a kiss low on her belly before drawing one of her thighs up over his shoulder and dipping his head.

The fist of touch of his tongue against her heat had her slamming a hand against the wall above her head while the other grabbed hold of his hair, holding him in place. He smirked again and focused on the task at hand, licking and sucking and kissing, keeping his touch light for fear of hurting her but from the muffled sounds she was making he wasn’t too concerned. It didn’t take long, not after four weeks of pent up sexual frustration and as he closed his lips around her clit and pulled she convulsed over him. He helped ease her down her body sweaty and shaking before finally going boneless.

She urged him up to his feet, pulling him in for a kiss that washed away all the fear and doubt he’d been harbouring over the last month.

“I’m so glad you read,” she said and he buried his head in her neck to stifle the booming laugh that escaped him. “Shh! You’ll wake her!” Emma hushed, holding him tight to her body.

Killian grinned salaciously against her skin. “I don’t know, Swan. If I’m being honest I feel like that could work to my benefit.”

She smacked him on the shoulder for his cheek and he nipped the crook of her neck in retaliation. They stood there in comfortable, happy silence until Killian’s head snapped up, realization dawning on him.

“Bloody hell, how are we going to explain this to your parents?”

the only normal member in MX: Changkyun

The KBTBB Guys as dads!

So finally done!! A special thanks to @flutterlovesvoltage for helping me out with the plot!😙😙😙😙 Ty Ty Ty soooo much!!!!!!😊😊And sorry for the last moment changes in the format.😅Hope this is enjoyable!


  • Constantly keeps on saying how undeserving he is to have such a cute little blessing in his life
  • Keeps on thanking God (something that he never did before)
  • Gets something new for the baby everyday
  • Is a HUGE fan of soft-toys
  • Aims at spoiling the baby rotten
  • “Eisuke not another soft-toy please!”
  • “No but this one’s different from the earlier one!” is what he says every time
  • Was going to book n Audi R8 for his baby
  • Hell no, Eisuke!
  • Smirks less since the baby arrived
  • Gives the baby all his time and attention and smiles a lot (genuinely)
  • Constantly receives ‘taunts’ from the other bidders.


  • Cried a lot the day the baby arrived
  • Scared to death when the baby opened their eyes
  • Bracing himself for hearing cries, since *he thinks* he’s scary
  • But the baby didn’t cry at all
  • Surprised Soryu. Says, “You’re just like your mum.”
  • Gave up carrying his precious gun for his baby.
  • Baby likes to pull at his set-back hair and get it down
  • Soryu doesn’t mind. Feels good.
  • Compares how small the baby’s hand is in front of his. Very adorable.
  • Totally a ‘Baby’s Dad’ 


  • Carries baby to his art studio and shows art pieces
  • Baby enjoys being on hiss shoulder and constantly babbles when they see his Blue Bird art as if saying “It’s pweeetty”
  • Ota tries teaching the baby how to paint
  • Baby smears all the paint on Ota’s nose and cheeks
  • Ota doesn’t protest at all
  • Loves to design cute clothes for the baby
  • Always tells the baby stories about him and mom and tells them how amazing mom is
  • *smiles*
  • Sometimes also puts paint on the baby’s cheeks
  • Gets scolded by his wife


  • Whenever the baby cries, Baba almost cries too.
  • Mc: *slaps forehead*
  • Baby always takes his fedora and throws it away
  • Baba picks it up without complaint and places it on the baby’s head
  • Too big!
  • Baby’s entire head goes into the hat.
  • Baba gets another small fedora for the baby
  • Aw so cute!
  • “My little partner in crime”
  • I don’t want the baby to follow your footsteps, master thief!
  • Baba gets disappointed when he hears this
  • Loves to take selfies with the baby and dress up the baby in cute outfits
  • Shows off his little treasure to the other bidders whenever he gets the opportunity
  • Ends up getting teased.


  • Perfectly knows how to cradle the baby and make them stop crying
  • Baby sometimes hides under his coat and they play hide-n-seek
  • Tried to find the baby’s collarbones
  • Failed
  • Dejected, but didn’t give up
  • “Aren’t my collarbones enough for you?!”
  • Oh, sorry….
  • Does everything for the baby- changes nappies, feeds food, and also plays peek-a-boo!
  • Likes to make the baby smile
  • “An ideal father” as stated by Eisuke
  • Baby likes to play with his stethoscope and sphygmomanometer
  • Luke likes to listen to his baby’s little heartbeats as they sleep in his arms

And lastly, Mamoru-😥

  • Hasn’t had a ‘decent’ sleep since the baby arrived(that’s what he thinks)
  • The baby pulls his hair and troubles him
  • Mamoru tries to sleep, but the baby won’t let him.
  • Baby likes to keep him awake and demand all his attention
  • Mc constantly snickers at this
  • Mamoru is Exasperated
  • “What did I ever do to you that you won’t let me sleep?”
  • Baby crawls and runs away whenever he tries to change nappies
  • In turn, lots of exercise for Mamoru
  • Finally catches the baby and changes their nappy
  • Says that he deserves a Nobel Prize for such hard work
  • Has to clean shave every day since the baby doesn’t like pokey-pokey tiny hair
  • Poor, poor Mamoru. So finally we have someone who’s ridding  him of his LAZINESS.
  • Is convinced that the baby ‘Wants revenge’
  • In spite of all this, he immensely loves his baby and is a proud daddy.

Let’s Just Pretend // L.H

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

credit to the owner of the gif

Requested: No.

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Hair Color - Paid to be Popular

Description: Sometimes parents can be annoying, pressuring pricks and Y/N had finally found a way to shut them up about her love life.

“I am literally so grateful, Luke, you have no idea.” You sighed as Luke pulled up to her parent’s house. You hurried out the car and to the door, with Luke following right behind you. You couldn’t even touch the doorbell before the front door was wide open with your parents in centrum. Your eyes widen at the way they were standing. Almost perfectly placed. Your dad’s hand were wrapped around your mum’s waist as they both had smiles plastered on their face. You were almost repelled as Luke got up to you and shook both your mum’s and you dad’s hand.

They invited you in as your dad looked Luke up and down. Your mum’s instantly started rambling about how nice it was to finally see Y/N finding love. Luke just nodded to it, not knowing what to say. Because it was all fake.

Everyone in your family had been begging you and annoying the shit out of you recently. Go find a boyfriend, Y/N. How can you not find a boyfriend? Just go for it! Get out of the house more, then!

Lately, those were the kind of things, you had been hearing. Then you saw no other option than to get your best friend Luke involved. He didn’t really have a choice either.

As you entered the living room, your eyes gazed towards your sister and her current boyfriend. Your sister changed boyfriends every other second, so it wasn’t a surprise to see a new face with her every time. Your brother, Charles, sat beside your sister’s new boyfriend with his own lover. Your brother came out the closet a couple years ago after he found himself a husband. So the only single one in your household was you. But your family didn’t know that right now.

“Luke! So nice to see you again!” Your sister screamed and jumped off the couch to hug Luke hello. He looked rather surprised by her reaction, especially since he hadn’t seen her since she graduated high school.

“Yeah, you too, Gemma,” Luke mumbled and awkwardly hugged her back with furrowed eyebrows. Her boyfriend shook Luke’s hand, just like your brother and his husband did. Your mum was already gone, probably cooking a crazy meal in the kitchen. Your mum always took these gatherings way too seriously.

“Luke was Y/N’s childhood friend,” your brother explained to his husband as you hugged his husband, Lucas. You murmured a quiet yes as you nodded while Lucas tilted his head and made big puppy eyes.

“That is adorable! It’s like a fairytale.” He exclaimed as Luke laughed nervously. Gemma was standing on Luke’s side, looking up at him with a hysterical expression.

“You got taller, didn’t you?” She asked with furrowed eyebrows as Luke giggled while nodding.

Your mum entered the room proudly with what looked like some sort of vegan meat. It tasted like vegan meat, too. It probably wasn’t vegan since your dad couldn’t live without it, but the meat tasted so fake that you were actually wondering if your mum had cooked it right. The whole gathering sat around a huge dinner table and as soon as the food was getting shovelled in, Gemma started asking questions.

“So, how did you end up together?” She asked, not really eating her food. Luke looked down at his food as you pursed your lips, thinking. You hadn’t really come up with a background story which probably wasn’t good. Note; always have a background story when you’re lying to your family.

“Um, it just happened.” You laughed and avoided Gemma’s look.

“Luke, you’re in a band, right?” Your dad asked, poking to his own food with a hand on his chin. His brows were furrowed and his lips were thin as he spoke with a deeper voice than usual.

“Yes, sir.”                                                              

“Don’t call me sir.”

“Yes, Mr Y/L/N.” Your dad nodded as Luke’s face grew red. This was already a bad idea.

“What kind of music do you play?” Luke gazed at you with wide eyes, as your stomach grew tighter. Yup, this was a terrible idea. You sat there, holding your breath as you watched Luke trying to answer without stumbling on his words.

“Uhm, like pop-punk-rock, I guess.” He answered, his face getting redder at every second. Your dad’s reaction was seen in his blue eyes as you observed what was going on. You softly found Luke’s hand under the table to squeeze it and quickly let go of it, returning to your plate of salads.

“Cool. Is it successful?” Your dad asked, now with a tight grimace on his face. Luke smirked at the thought of his current band, normally touring the world and playing for thousands of fans every day.

“I would say so, sir.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. Sir.” Your dad said, this time, more playfully as he smiled afterwards and started eating. Gemma kept on begging for the story behind the fake relationship, so finally, you gave in.

“He just invited me out. We were hanging out and he just asked for a date.” Wow. That was all you could make up in a matter of second. No sick, twisted, romantic story, just an invitation.

“Oh.” Gemma’s face turned a bit bored as she realised how boring that was. “How did you ask? Were you nervous? Why did you ask her at that time?”

Gemma was normally journalist, as of course, Luke looked scared at the questions rolling in. You sighed as your mum shook her head and stood up with the empty plate of sweet potatoes.

“Gemma, stop confusing the boy!” She yelled at her daughter and gave Luke’s shoulder a slight squeeze walking out. “We’re happy to have you here, Luke.”

Now, the plan was that you would both disappear off the gathering at nine o’clock and go hang out with the other boys. But of course, your mum saw you leaving and quickly rushed to Luke’s side with hurried words filling the hall.

“Oh dear, you’re already leaving! I thought you’d be spending the night, like Gemma and…” your mum had already forgotten the name of Gemma’s new man, but it wasn’t a problem. He wouldn’t be around for a long time. “And her boyfriend.” She finished without being ashamed. It was hard to keep track of all of her boyfriends.

“No, mum. We have other things to do.” You said with a frown and a bored tone.

“Besides, you probably don’t have enough room, Mrs Y/L/N.” Luke chimed in and you closed your eyes with a quiet sigh escaping your mouth. Dumb thing to say.

“Oh yes, we have!! You and Y/N will sleep in Y/N’s old bedroom.” Your mum chuckled already walking up the stairs with Luke following her nervously.

“There’s only one bed.” You said without thinking. Your mum stopped moving and twisted her upper body completely to see you clearer.

“So?” She said with a tilted head as you sighed even deeper and followed her up the stairs. Therefore, you and Luke stood in a small bedroom filled with posters from your childhood and a queen-sized bed in front of you.

“It’s not late yet.” Luke shrugged and lied on the bed. You smirked and jumped beside him before saying something.

“Thank you again, Luke. We can just sneak out if we want.” You mumbled with a clear voice.

“Nah, it’s fine. We’ll just… talk the night away.” He said and sat straight. His smile was not completely, but the corners of his mouth were still pointing upwards in the hottest way imaginable. The stubbles on his chin showed that he had clearly been busy, as his silver necklace and red shirt was hanging loosely around his body. His beautiful, blue eyes drilled into yours as he talked away the next couple of hours. His lips were moving in such a peaceful tempo, making your heart skip a beat every so often.

You yawned for the tenth time as Luke tilted his head slightly.

“You’re tired,” he murmured with a smirk.

“No, I’m not.” You whispered with another yawn escaping. Luke chuckled and rolled out of bed instantly.

“You’ll take the bed, I’ll take the floor and your pillows.” He pulled three pillows down from the bed and onto the floor with him. You watched him with wide eyes, not really understanding what he was doing.

“Luke, there’s room for two.” You mumbled nervously. What if he just didn’t want to sleep with you? He looked up at stared at you while scratching his stubbles. You clicked your tongue as he thought about it.

“And you won’t be uncomfortable?” You were already pretty comfortable since you wearing your old pyjamas. It was too tight and the shorts were a little too short, but somehow the old pyjamas smelled as your childhood and home, which made you calm down the second you put it on.

“No.” you chuckled as Luke crawled into bed with you. He was simply wearing the same thing. You turned off the bed lamp beside you and sighed while trying to find a comfortable position.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Luke asked after five minutes of you rolling around in the bed, accidently slapping Luke one time. It was just a routine for you to take that long to find a nice position.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just can’t find a position.” You couldn’t see Luke, but you could almost hear him licking his lips and looking you up and down, thinking about something. You felt a tight grasp around your waist as your heart started to beat faster and faster.

“Is that better?” Luke whispered in your ear with a deep voice. You snuggled closer to him as you instantly used his arm as the pillow. His hand around your waist were drawing circles on your bare skin.

“Uhm, yes, that’s-that’s better.”

And it really was. The feeling of Luke’s warm hands and his pumping chest against your back. His sweet breath hit you like a bullet as your heart almost stopped beating every time he moved closer. You tried to close your eyes, but you couldn’t because of the sound of your fast heart. Wonder if he could hear if?

“I have a confession,” Luke whispered suddenly. “I might have a minor crush on you.”

You couldn’t help but flinch as you sat up from his grab and looked at him with wide eyes and you turned on the light beside your bed. Luke squinted his eyes, his lips thin and white as his heart was beating just as fast as yours.

“WHAT?” You yelled, not thinking about the others in the household. Luke exhaled and tried to lie back.

“Nevermind. I’m tired. Let’s go to bed.” He mumbled and closed his eyes before opening them and sitting up instantly again. “Unless you want me on the floor now?”

“NO!” You just couldn’t stop shouting. “Why?”

“Because of my confession!” he screamed. You felt the pressure of moving towards him, moving against him. You needed to get something out of your system. That was why you leant towards him and pressed your lips against his. You closed your eyes as you felt a tensed Luke at first, but then he calmed down and let his lips flow with yours. His hands were on your waist as he lied down further and further while you were moving on top of him.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Luke mumbled in the kiss, his hands moving down your body. Your stomach was still twisting around as you smiled still with his lips attached to yours.

A/N: ok, needed to get some Luke-feels out. Haven’t proof-read it for real, but hope you enjoyed it!

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petals | wonho

Originally posted by wonhontology

genre: angst, fluff

summary: our roses died when our soulmate’s did so now we’re destined to be alone, but since you found out about it, it started to grow again

You were only young when it happened. The bright pink rose in the corner of the room – the soulmate rose – stopped shining one night and for weeks after you watched as the petals fell off. You were too young to fully understand what it meant but you could see the look of sadness and sympathy sketched across your mum’s and your sister’s face for weeks, they were extra nice to you from then on.

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Note: I hope I did this fine, I struggled a little with some of the members but either way I did my best so please enjoy anon and any one else reading!~

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

Living with Chanyeol means that you’re already halfway there with experience of looking after a child since he pretty much acts like one the majority of the time with his ‘happy virus’ reputation. But however much you hint at wanting to start a family, he’s not going to get it. At all. For example, the two of you would be out on a cute date at the zoo, and when you see a small family walk by you’d smile and say to Chanyeol, ‘look at them, don’t they look so happy with their child’ and he’d simply nod, not getting the underlining meaning to what you’re trying to say. The only way he’s going to get the message is if you’re more direct with him, however daunting that may seem.

{y/n}: “Look Chanyeol, I’ve been really thinking and… I’d like to start a family with you.”

Chanyeol: “You mean like… have a baby?”

{y/n}: “Yes…”

Chanyeol: “I mean, that’s kind of out of the blue, and I didn’t think you’d be interested in all that… but yes. I’d love to!”

{y/n}: “Oh yeah… this is definitely an out of the blue thing, I haven’t totally been hinting for the last six months or anything.”

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Kyungsoo would have spotted your hints since you first started making them, but he’d be too nervous to really talk to you about it seriously. As he’s working so much with his music and different dramas, he’d be kind of anxious about it as he knows how absent he is, and he wouldn’t want that fate for his child. But after a long time of thinking about it carefully, he’d come to a decision, and would finally pluck up the courage to talk to you directly about it.

Kyungsoo: “It won’t be easy. But I’ll take on less work, and I’ll sort something out with my manager to see when I can get time off. I know it’s not something we need to rush in with, but just know that when the time is right, I will give my one hundred percent commitment.”

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by sebyunie

As we all know, Baekhyun is known for being the comedy act of EXO. so when you start hinting that you may want to start a family with him, he’s more than likely not going to think you’re being serious and will probably start taking the piss out of you.

One day, you were sitting in a park, watching a man and his young daughter playing happily on the swings. They were both grinning happily, like neither of them could imagine anything better than being in that moment. You nudged Baekhyun and motioned towards them while saying ‘Just think, that’ll be you with our child one day.’ That’s when he burst out into fits of laughter, turning your smile into a frown as he responds ‘Jagi, you know you don’t need an excuse to have sex with me right.’

Since then, you were careful with what you said around him, not wanting to get that same humiliating response. Until you decided enough was enough, and that you needed to put him straight.

{y/n}: “Baekhyun… If I asked you about starting a family with you, what would you say?”

Baekhyun: “I’d ask how your sex drive is feeling.” *Smirks*

{y/n}: “No. I’m being serious.”

Baekhyun: “Oh… well in that case… I guess… Uh….” *Finally gets flustered now he knows you’re being serious.*

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by luderella

Sehun felt a little freaked out when you started mentioning about having kids. He wouldn’t know what to think, and would more than likely get a little anxious over the situation since he’s still very committed to his music and under a very intense contract, not to mention he still felt like a child himself. So every time you’d hint t wanting a family, he’d try and divert away from it, countering your comments. (“Hey Sehun, wouldn’t it be cute to have a child?” you’d ask him, looking as a mall family pass. “No,” he’d respond, a look of distaste on his face as he continued “They’re too much work, and they smell.” The comment would make you roll your eyes as to reply, “That’s literally a mini version of you. Sehun.”)

After a while though, as he thinks about it more, the idea would become more apparent to him, and he’d be much more comfortable about it. He’d ask for a lot of advice from his Hyung’s too, knowing that if they approved of the idea then it mustn’t be too bad.

Sehun: “I know you’ve been hinting at wanting to start a family…”

{y/n}: “Yeah?”

Sehun: “And I think it’s a good idea… but not just yet. I need some time. But just so you know, if we do decide to do this, I’m not doing nappies. Okay?”

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by laygion

Your hints to wanting a child would just confuse Yixing a lot. He wouldn’t know if you were genuinely hinting at him here, of if your comments were just passive. It would make him think though, mainly what life would be like if he brought a child into the world. At first, he would be a bit worried about it, thinking that he wouldn’t be a good Dad since he’s always working and traveling, but after a while he’d realise that if he wanted it enough then he could make it work. Though, he doesn’t voice these thoughts, hence why he’s wrapped up and confused about your hinting.

Yixing: “Why do you keep asking me what baby names I like? Or if I’d like a boy or a girl? I don’t understand you baobi.”

Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by exoxoolf

Jongdae wouldn’t really know how to react when you start hinting about wanting a child. He’d be happy that you wanted to move your relationship this this level, and he’d feel the same. But he would be nervous about it, which makes him more skeptical of it all. But the more he thinks about it, the more he’s convincing himself that it’s a bad idea. How will the fans react? What happens if something goes wrong? What if the child can’t cope with having a famous parent? What if I’m not good enough? Would all be running through his head, making him almost sick with worry. He’d try and keep it all inside, not tell you how stressed he’s feeling until you notice how withdrawn he’s acting.

{y/n}: “Talk to me, Jongdae. I know you’re feeling anxious about this. We need to communicate otherwise we’re not going to work, you know that.”

Jongdae: “I just… I’m worried.”

{y/n}: “You’re supposed to be worried. It’s a big step, but I’ll be with you the whole time. Yeah?”

Jongdae: “Yeah…” *Feels better now he has your support.*

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

Minseok would like the idea of having a child with you. Since he’s the oldest in EXO, he’s more mature, and would be thinking about the next steps into his life as he’s not getting any younger. He’d also be very happy that he’d be able to share this experience with you, the person he loves the most.

{y/n}: *Watching a movie, smiling as a family come on screen.* “Minseok, I’d like a child one day.”

Minseok: “Why wait when we can start right now?” *Smirks at you, but does have meaning and seriousness behind it.*

Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by zitaoa

You’d hint about wanting a child to Tao, not really expecting him to agree to it at all. So you’re greatly surprised when you come home one evening after work to see him presenting you with flowers and a grin.

Tao: “Jagi, if you want a baby then I’m more than happy to support you in that.”

Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by yixingofficial

Suho smiled at you as you hinted that you wanted another child. Your first child had already started preschool and was finally blurting out their first words and learning basics. He loves spending with your child already as it is, everything from reading, teaching and singing with them, so when you start hinting at another, he doesn’t even hesitate in agreeing to you.

{y/n}: “I think it would be better for {child} to have a sibling too, and it’ll…

Suho: “You don’t need to convince me {y/n}. I’m already happy for this to happen.” *Grinning*

Lu Han

Originally posted by harlysquad

Luhan isn’t going to get it, if you want a child you’re going to have to tell this guy straight otherwise he isn’t going to catch on. Like Baekhyun, he’d probably just be dirty minded every tie you try and bring something up.

{y/n}: “Come on Luhan it’s not hard to work out what I’m hinting at! Not a lot of sleep, a lot of work. We’ll need to buy a lot of toys.”

Luhan: “Sex?”

{y/n}: “You’re fucking hopeless…”

Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by beatriceindre

Jongin would more than likely be hinting about wanting a child more than you’re hinting it to him. He’d be very happy with the idea, and would more than likely assume that his experience of living with dogs would give him a sufficient idea of how much work it would be to look after a child {oh how wrong he is.} Either way, when you point out a small family walking past and make a comment, he’d smile and agree.

{y/n}: “Don’t you think it would be amazing to have our own child?”

Jongin: “Yeah… it would be pretty amazing.”

Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by yourtypicalasianfangirl

Kris would more than likely be very mature about it, like Minseok. He’d hear your hints and would take his time to think about it all before he made any final decisions, but when he finally came to a decision, he’d smile and go to tell you straight away.

Kris: *bursts in* “So, baby names.”

{y/n}: *Jumps at the suddenness of him walking in* “Hi Kris.”

Kris: *Puts a list of names in front of you* “These are my personal favorites. Our baby is going to be so beautiful, just like their father… Just joking, they’re going to be gorgeous like their Mum” *Kisses your cheek*

1. Last weekend I almost called you but I didn’t want to bother you and my hands were shaking too hard to dial anyway.
2. I kissed a boy I met a few weeks ago. I swallowed my tears when he wasn’t looking and when I showed my mum a picture of the two of us, she told me he looks a lot like you.
3. I fell asleep on my best friend’s couch and she told me I was crying in my sleep the way I used to when I missed you.
4. Last night I was walking alone and the air felt like it did the first time you kissed me. When everything was cold except for us and cool air was hitting my teeth because I couldn’t stop smiling. I almost walked into a damn pole.
5. I was in the shops today and I saw a keychain with your initial on it. I’ve been squeezing it in my hand so hard it’s leaving marks on my skin. There are still marks on my heart from the night you left, I’ve stopped thinking they’ll go away. Battle scars I call them.
6. I watched your favorite movie 5 times today.
7. The boy I sit next to in English smells like you.
8. I was just calling to see how your mum was doing.
9. I stopped drinking ice-tea because it tastes too much like the days we spent together. I also stopped sleeping.
10. You left some stuff in my pockets, maybe you could come pick them up and we could go for a milkshake or something?
11. I play your favorite song a lot. I don’t even like it.
—  alannahclairem11 ways I tried to tell you I really miss you
My dad. Literally, he used to drive us everywhere. We weren’t even old enough to drive, so he drove us everywhere. My dad used to drive us through it both mentally and literally. He was like, ‘If you’re going to do this, do it properly. Try and take over the world. Make your mum proud. Don’t fret. Don’t be just like these bands who come around, do one album, get drugged up, and disappear. Give people a band to believe in.’ You know what I mean? So, him just kind of saying that. I got kicked out of school and he was like, ‘You’re not going to be a waster. You’ve got your talent and you can do something with your life.’ It’s in there. It’s not in your blood, it’s in your heart. It started with that – with my dad just watching me like that in a lovely way.
—  Van McCann on his motivation to succeed (via. mxdwn.com)
Little one ~ part 2

As requested here is a part 2! Enjoy xx ——

The first part can be found here

http://imagine-that-one-thing.tumblr.com/post/154495392611/little-one ——

“If I have to hear one more Christmas song I will go somewhat insane, love.” Harry announces with a heavy huff, not being keen on the repetition of Christmas songs echoing through the house as you bake your annual Christmas cookies. “Awah, are you being the Grinch tonight, baby?” You gently chuckle, looking over at him as he sits up on the couch after lying down for the last hour with his eyes clued to his phone.
“No, can we listen to something else?”
“Will you watch a Christmas movie when I’m done baking?” You bribe, overhearing yet another lament escape his lips.
“I’m all Christmas out for the night.”
“You sound like the Grinch.”
“C'mon, let’s have a break and play non Christmas music.”
“No, it’s Christmas.” You shake your head, scooping cookie dough into your hand and rolling it into a ball to place on the baking tray. “Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me. Been an awful good girl.” You hum along to your phone, another grunt escaping from Harry. “Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.” The lyrics roll off your tongue, your eyes watching as Harry gets off the couch— shaking his head, nearing closer to the kitchen. “Either my singing is terrible, or you’re really a bit peckish.” You wink, observing as he rolls eyes,
“This song is the worst.” He comments, eyeing the cookie dough as you continue to make biscuits.
“It’s not bad.” You disagree,
“It sexualises Santa, its overly rated and I’d rather listen to Rudolph the red nose reindeer.” He remarks, the sounds of whining beginning to ring through the house. “I’ll get him, please turn the sexualising Santa song off.” Harry graciously instructs, walking towards the stairs to get the newly awaken boy.

Harry emerges down the staircase with a still slumberous boy, his hair a hopeless situation, his little legs beginning to bounce around, his chubby hands rubbing his eyes. “Nice song choice.” Harry rolls his eyes, his words biting him in the ass as ‘Rudolph the red nose reindeer’ plays through your phone.
“You said you’d rather listen to this.” You shrug with a grin, your sons eyes radiating over at you and the cookies.
“Mhm, I guess… Ah, is mummy making cookies? Mhm, she is.” Harry begins to enthusiastically wake your son up, rubbing his little tummy and bouncing him. “Mummy thinks she’s not going to share. Isn’t she wrong? Yes she is, yes she is.” Harry continues to coo,
“I can hear you, you know?” You curiously ask, observing as Harry makes your son bursts out laughing and grin widely with his silly faces. “Yes, I know.” Harry nods, “oh I forgot, Niall said he’d watch this lil pumpkin tomorrow.”
“Great, I can have you to myself for longer than three minutes in bed.”
“I take offence to that.” He gasps,
“Whatever, will you help me with these?” You sigh, getting tired of rolling the chocolate dough into balls. Harry nods and places your son down to wonder the living room. You look up and see your son mesmerised by the Christmas lights, once again staring at them as he sits by the tree, occasionally pulling at the Christmas balls on the bottom. “Fuck.” Harry has a petulant outburst of a bad temper, dropping some chocolate to the floor,
“Language.” You nudge him, “it’s okay, there’s plenty of dough.” You add, observing as he grumbles a few things under his breath. “Do you want to go to bed?” You question, noting how he’s considerably cranky, which is expected, he probably hasn’t slept in a while. After all, once he got home he was side tracked with trying to make a little girl with you instead of sleeping. “Is that an invitation or an instruction?” He questions,
“Harry, you’re being ill-tempered. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head, placing a small kiss to your cheek before eyeing your son. “He’s taking the decorations off the tree.” Harry points out, causing you to somewhat chuckle at your sons doings. He’s always finding something to do or to get into, he’s considerably playfully mischievous in a cute little way. “Damnit.” Harry utters, dropping another ball of chocolate dough, “I’m fucking done, fuck— sorry!” He sighs managing to cuss a few times and apologise for his use of language.
With a chuckle you respond, “you need a nap,”
“I need a beer.” He sighs, looking at you for some sort of approval.
“I’ll finish this, go grab a beer and relax.” You instruct, continuing to merrily make the cookies.

You place the cookies on a plate and place them in the fridge walking into the living room to find a leaden-eyed Harry and a joyfully babbling away little boy. “He’s never going to say Daddy.” Harry yawns as your son walks with a waddle to you, holding his arms up. You pick him up and sit on the couch beside harry. “He will. Do you wanna talk to mum?” You coo, smiling at the little boy, watching his eyes gleam with joy, “say mumma, mumma.” You pronounce, your little boy sitting on your legs and throwing his hands around lightheartedly. “Harry, go to bed before you fall asleep on the couch.” You whisper, watching as his eyes begin to leisurely close,
“Mhm.” He sounds, already beginning to drift,
“Harry.” You gently nudge him, his eyes opening, “the couch isn’t comfy enough to sleep on.” You smile, standing up and holding your son on your hip. “C'mon.” You instruct, gesturing towards the stairs.
“I’m comin’ I’m comin’” harry nods, forcing himself off the couch. You turn the Christmas tree off and climb the stairs, your son squirming in your arms as you reach the top. You place him down and let him waddle his way down the hallway, almost falling over his own little feet. “He’s clumsy, he takes after you.” You chuckle, turning to look at a dreary eyed Harry,
“I can’t dispute that.” Harry yawns, walking behind you as you step into the bedroom, your son already playfully bouncing around the room. “I’m so fucking tired, please tell me I don’t have to be up early.” Harry drowsily blathers, forgetting the little ears in the room. “Shit, sorry. I promise I’ll get better.” He gives you a small smile as he scoops up the little boy in his arms, “don’t repeat what daddy says when he’s tired.” Harry utters to the boy, tickling his belly and making the little one giggle aloud. “We need to tell your Mum whether we are driving to her house for Christmas or not.” You remind harry as he lies on the bed and plays with his son.
“Uh, what are your parents doing?”
“They said whatever works for us.”
“Why don’t we just invite your parents to mums?” Harry offers, “they like each other and it makes it easier. I don’t want to drive two hours to your parents and then have to drive another two hours to mine when we get back.” He continues, making a valid point. Usually you drive two hours to your parents Christmas Eve, stay the night and drive back and drive two hours to his parents. But with a toddler in the mix of things it’s not exactly the best of ideas. “We can see, he’s going to fuss in the car for four hours.” You gesture towards the little one,
“Mhm. Baby, you wanna say daddy yet? Daddy, d-a-d-d-y.” “Harry give him a break.” You chuckle, feeling bad for your son as he’s constantly told the same word over and over again. Harry’s clearly determined to have his son speak. Harry sighs and gives in, deciding it’s time to give up for the night. “Harry, do you want to give him a bottle of milk so he falls to sleep?” You question,
“Eh not really, I’m good here.” He smiles, too lazy to get up himself, “I love you.” He adds, and you shake your head. “Fa.. fa.” Your son begins to mumble, “fuck.” He babbles in his cute little voice.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You whisper,
“Uh oh.” Harry’s eyes widen as he looks at his son, “da, say da.” Harry shakes his head, your son becoming close-mouthed.
“This is your fault.” You sigh,
“He’s mumbling random sounds, it’s probably nothing.” Harry shakes his head,
“Harry, that wasn’t a random sound, that was the naughty word.” You shake your head, not sure whether to laugh or cry at your sons word. “We’re starting a swear jar for you.” You murmur, a little irritated yet amused that your son managed to babble out fuck. “'Tis the season to be jolly, fa-la-la-la-la-la.” Harry Hums, “he was probably trying to say that.”
“Harry, nice try, but no.” You giggle, “get him milk and put him to sleep.” You instruct, finally allowing yourself to cackle at your son. Oh what a season it really is.