kid in a candy shop

What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect–what if she took him in?

Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes–she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.

Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernon’s grudging child support.

They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.

Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and ‘better ‘n all those jerks anyway’ on the days Dudley believed it least.

Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.

But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potter’s big sister: a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sister’s eyes.

There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godric’s Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldn’t steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.

(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sister’s vanished ghost. Her nephew called her ‘Tune’ not 'Tuney,’ and it only broke her heart some days.

Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think 'you have your mother’s eyes.’

A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sister’s eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).

Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighbors’ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didn’t quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.

Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.

His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldn’t be all bad. “I want to go,” Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.

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angel on fire

Summary: Your job was supposed to be simple: watch over Steve Rogers. Never did it occur to you that someone else would attempting to corrupt him. || demon!bucky x angel!reader || oneshot (?)

Warnings: smut and all that entails it ends kinda abruptly though, shitty ending, cursing, mentions of blood/violence, dub consent(??????), overuse of the name angel 

Notes: @sanjariti helped me with the title lol, its from a halsey song, im sorry this is terrible

Originally posted by injectablefame712

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nothing will ever be as pure as that day harry was on vocal rest so he used a robot voice app to do an interview and he looked like a kid in a candy shop every time it spoke

I am your meme source

Hey, did I reblog a meme? Do you want to do the meme too? Reblog it. What if you don’t have any ideas for sending one to one my characters? Reblog it. What if you’re having a quiet tumblr day and just reblogging a bunch of memes but not really sending any or replying? Reblog it. What if I just reblogged five memes in a row and you love all of them? Reblog them. What if you’ve owed me a thread for a month and you don’t have muse right now but I’ve been reblogging cool memes for days and you just want reblog a ton of them? Reblog them.

You know how that will make me feel?

Glad that you’re following my blog! Happy that you’re seeing my posts! If we haven’t interacted in awhile, and maybe it makes me miss you a little, maybe it will inspire me to hop in chat or an ask and say hi!

Please reblog anything you want from my blog regardless of whether you send something back.

Okay listen, I gotta throw a little salt on this sugar. You know what makes me 1000% more anxious than someone asking me for a reply? Passive-aggressive posts about people reblogging your memes and not sending them back. I reblog memes, pretty pictures, those little headcanon quotes, like a kid in a candy shop. So if I start to feel like I have to pay attention to make sure I don’t reblog too much from a particular blog…that just makes me hella anxious, and it makes reading my dash less fun.

Sugar on the salt: I can’t tell you what to feel. If you see me reblogging all sorts of your stuff but I owe you replies and/or I never send you memes back, and it makes you feel down, pop in chat or an ask and tell me.

And because this post complains a little about passive-aggressive stuff, but is inherently passive-aggressive, go ahead and assume it’s not about you, okay? If you post stuff that makes me uncomfortable, I’m gonna follow my own advice and tell you about it. If you’re reading this, it means you’re following me and I love you.

ace-flux will solace headcanons because ive seen a lot of anti-ace stuff recently:

1) will solace didnt know when it started, just that, for as long as he’s known about [salt n peppa voice] S.E.X., he’s been… more fluid about it. when he’s younger, about the age most people start thinking about this stuff, he figures he’s just got mixed feelings. other people his age are all gungho and loud about it, but he feels.. something else. something less, almost. he doesnt know any of the words for it. it confuses him sometimes. he brushes it off as him just being weird, because its better than the voice inside telling him hes broken

2) he doesnt really date anyone, has a few crushes, but finds himself .. worried. the way he sees it, he only wants them sometimes, even if he thinks he wants them romantically all the time. he tells himself that people deserve better. he tells himself to give up and just be alone. “take one for the team”, so to speak. that is, until nico di angelo comes along.

3) will cant figure out what it is about nico that makes will want to date him so much. when he asks himself, the answer is always “everything”. he’s terrified to let himself be with nico, but he cant help his hands shaking and his breath disappearing when nico is near. he gets so nervous, his entire stomach and chest full of butterflies, that he can barely speak. all he wants is to be close to nico. he sometimes imagine himself and nico falling in love, giggling quietly to himself, before pushing the thought from his head. it always returns, and hes glad for it

4) when he and nico do get together, it doesnt take long for them to say “i love you” and “i want to be with you always”. theyre disgustingly sweet and mushy in private, balancing it out with sarcastic, biting comments in public, both laughing quietly to themselves. nico doesnt like pda, so this is their substitute. will loves it. he loves nico. he loves everything about his life right now.

5) it doesnt take long for them to be intimate, either, despite what most people would assume. will doesnt mind - it excites him, which doesnt happen often - and for a while, he feels like nico has fixed him. maybe they were right, maybe he just hadnt found the right person. until one day, when theyre cuddling and nico starts implying he wants more, kissing at will’s neck and whispering sweet words. and will doesnt feel the same excitement he did before. it makes him so worried, he makes a face and wiggles away a bit. nico pulls back and looks at him in worry. “everything okay?” he asks and will nods and nods, but he’s nervous. its not that he doesnt want nico. hes still in love with nico. but, he doesnt want to be touched right now, not like that, not at all. “im sorry,” he says in a guilty whisper and nico quiets him with a quick kiss to the lips. “dont be sorry. you know we dont have to, right?” will nods, and they go back to cuddling, but will cant help the guilt that creeps in. maybe he’ll always be broken.

6) it happens again and again as they start to become more intimate, and it makes will afraid. he wants to be better. he doesnt want to be this way - he wants to make nico happy. sometimes, he tries to force himself, but nico always notices and puts a stop to it himself. “you arent broken” he promises. “theres nothing wrong with you” but will doesnt believe him. he tries to, knows nico isnt a liar, but cant help but feel.. maybe hes the liar himself, for pretending he could be normal, in a happy relationship with a guy. he wonders why nico hasnt given up on him.

7) it isnt until later, when theyre off at some pride event (both of their firsts, theyre so excited its almost hilarious) and he sees all the different flags that it comes out into the open. will carries a little bi flag, waving it happily, with different trans flag buttons and “he/him” buttons. nico has his own small gay flag, wearing a few small rainbow pins and, thanks to will’s insistence, a huuuge, flamboyant rainbow hat, with feathers and glitter - so much glitter!!! theyre both grinning like fools, holding hands, and staring around like kids im a candy shop. they find people decked to their bones with purple, grey, and black flags and will asks “what flag is it?” so they tell him what asexually is, and his eyes grow wide, smile falling in surprise. “you mean, thats normal?” the people smile at him and nod. they understand. “what if its… only sometimes.” nico rubs circles on will’s fingers and it almost distracts him from hearing the word they say “that would be ace-flux. you can go from sexual to asexual, dont worry. its normal.” ace-flux. ace… will isnt broken. and if he is, then all of these people are too. hes not a freak. “im… im that? im not bad?” they hand him a little ace flag to go with the bi one. “told you so,” says nico, which makes will laugh. no one says anything about how wet it sounds, or about the obvious tears stinging his eyes. they wave and walk away from the other aces, but will doesnt stop thinking about it all day. he’s not broken. he’s asexual.

Becoming a Father Overnight Part Five

Series Summary- Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter.

**Also I know the length of her break is not totally realistic, but I had to bend it a little to make it work. I couldn’t have her missing too many extra days and I also want her to be down there for more than just a few days. 

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It’s been about a week since Y/n reached out to Jared. While it wasn’t a long period of time Y/n felt like she’d gotten to know him a lot better, and she defiantly felt much more comfortable talking to him. Jared was very dedicated to forming a relationship with his daughter.

Y/n looked up from her history textbook as her phone buzzed on the desktop next to her. Jared.

Y/n laughed, of course it was. She got at least one call a day after school, sometimes more. Not that she was complaining, she enjoyed talking to him and she was glad that he’d stepped up and wanted the role so much.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Hey Y/n, how was your day at school?” Jared asking, sounding like his usually, happy, chipper self.

“Alright, got assigned a history paper and other unpleasant work. How was your day? You’re wrapping up filming for the year this week, right?”

“Today was the last day! Flying home in an hour and I’m very excited. Speaking of which,” Jared paused this was the part he was nervous about. “I’ve kind of been dropping hints about you coming to visit and I wanted to say I’m serious.”

Y/n bit her lip nervously, was this his way of officially asking? The idea was both nerve wracking and exciting. She was thrilled at the idea of meeting the man she’d been talking to and also the brothers she’d been hearing bits about, but she was also scared to finally meet them. What if it didn’t go well? What if they didn’t like her? What if Genevieve was annoyed Jared had invited her? After all it was his daughter with another woman. Jared had talked about his other kids some, but not his wife a whole lot, what if she hated the mere idea of Y/n?

“I was thinking maybe you could come down over your winter break? I don’t want your visit to take you out of too much school, but I also want to meet you in person as soon as possible. I’m thinking that’s the best choice. What do you think?”

It took Y/n a second to process that he was asking her a question. She was still caught up on the fact that he wanted her down there for break, and in less than a mere three weeks away.

“Y/n?” Jared’s anxious voice broke through the quiet and Y/n cursed herself for making him think that she hated the idea.

“Yea, sorry. You just caught me off guard,” she admitted honestly. “You kept making little comments, but nothing more, so I really wasn’t expecting you to invite me down so soon.”

“Not that I’m complaining.” She tried to quickly reassure him. She wanted to go, she wanted to see him.

Jared’s face light up, even though she couldn’t see it. “Great. When does your break start?”

“December 21 and it goes till January 4.”

“Wow, that’s a nice break. Maybe we could even extend it a little and you could miss a few days of school.”

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This City Never Sleeps (When You’re Bleeding Out)

Word Count: 3195

Pairing: Eventual Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Lots of blood and DIY surgery. Cursing.

Summary: Sequel to This City Never Sleeps. Peter is injured after a night of friendly, neighborhood vigilantism.

Tags: @seargantbcky@darlin-you-bitch@emily-ily2@rosep16@comics-and-stuff@t4rt-deco@octopishisahybridanimal@slythergirlimagines
I really hope I got everyone tagged who asked and I’m really sorry if I missed you.



A warm breeze drifted through your open glass door to your desk where you were working on your Geometry homework for the next day. The sun had set not half an hour ago, and the occasional sound of a passing car or plane was the only thing to disrupt your concentration. Tony was out of town, as usual, so you had the house to yourself without any loud rock music filtering through the walls.

Tap-tap… tap-tap-tap… tap-tap…tap…tap.

Your fingers hit your calculator rhythmically. You heard a woman laugh outside.

Then it was silent again.

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strings attatched - tom holland imagine

Originally posted by koenigreus


prompt; in which you’re dating tom holland and you’re watching him film for Spiderman, watching him do all the flips and tricks and shit and you wanna give it a go with producers and stunt co-ordinator permission. 

this is probably shit as hell but yolo


warnings; swearing

pairing; tom holland x reader

requested; nupp

word count; 584 words

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I’m nothing special

Summary: Bucky meets Y/N. Y/N thinks she’s nothing special but Bucky thinks differently…

A/N: This was rushed I’m sorry but enjoy it anyway! Not read through either…

Bucky woke up to the same routine that he had for the past three weeks. Wake up, eat breakfast, work out, work with Wanda on his mind, check in with Tony, eat dinner, sleep. Ever since coming back from Wakanda they were on lock down in the tower for a month on some kind of probation period. It was times like theses Bucky missed the 40′s, the man he used to be and how easy it seemed to work his way around the world.

He woke up to knocking on his door, one more week and Bucky was free for a while until training started for him becoming an avenger. It was Steve “shaking up the routine Stevie?” Steve rolls his eyes and leans his left side into Bucky’s door frame “Tony’s called off our probation Buck, your a free man. For a while at least.” Bucky grunts acceptance and shuts his door but when the lock clicks into place he fist bumps the air and does a little dance. He goes to breakfast in his red Henley and black jeans, greeting everyone with high spirits Wanda and Nat give him strange looks. Whilst shoving cereal down his throat he shrugs his shoulders at the girls and Nat states “Bucky not that us girls don’t appreciate the taut shirts but wouldn’t you like some new ones?” He shrugs again now placing his bowl in the dishwasher, heading down to the lab his thanks Tony for cutting the probation and whilst the air and tension is still thick between them. The smoke seems to be clearing and Tony actually acknowledges him and shakes his hand which puts a spring in Bucks step therefore he decides that maybe he will treat himself to some new shirts.

Steve drops him off outside the retail shop that towers over Bucky making him feel like a kid in a candy store. Walking through the shop his rough hands brushed over the material some of the shirts coarse against his hands, others were soft. Bucky gets caught up in the women’s section for no reason than he was astounded by the change from the 40′s, the range of material, the lower cut tops, the shorter skirts and just about every difference he can identify. A head pops around the rail of clothing and he jumps back a bit, raising a hand in surrender the Y/H/C haired girl comes around and speaks in a slow tone “can I help you with anything Sir? A girlfriend your shopping for maybe?” His eyes widen because how does he explain to this cute worker that actually his 100 years old an obsessed with the softness of silk because he spent 70 years as a killing machine? So instead he replies with  a simple nod, the waves indented into her hair seems to have caught his voice from his throat. She gives a toothy grin that clasps his throat, clapping her hand he notices her delicately manicured nails. “What are we looking for then? Dresses, tops, shorts, underwear?” The spun off list gives Buck a headache but he mumbles something about dresses and goes speeding off towards the end of the shop, black dress swishing to her movement. She has already yanked down three by the time his caught up “what’s her style…” She pokes him for a name and he splutters out “Bucky.” She smiles at the stranger and finishes it off “ok Bucky what’s your girls style?” He rubs the back of his neck, fumbling around in thin air for an answer.

“I don’t have a girlfriend! I like the feel of the silk ok? That may sound weird but if you knew my situation it would make sense, I actually need t-shirts.” He pants for breath after the out burst and the blushing girl now starts to slowly put away the dresses, walking back towards where she came from she shouts out “its a shame! That red wouldn’t have matched your shirt!” Bucky walked in with nothing and left without nothing and basically dropped his dignity off at the door.

Bucky thinks if he leaves it a week then the girl won’t be there and he can shop in peace but a part of him wants to see the girls soft skin again. Walking in with a cap on his head and making a b-line for the men’s section he looks at some and realises he now doesn’t understand 21st century sizes. Screwing his hands into his eyes with the crumples t-shirt in his hands, “actually shopping today?” The voice he knows pops up behind him. He turns and gives a small nod, since he dropped is dignity off last time he dives straight in. “It’s to long to explain really but I don’t understand half of theses sizes may you help me ma’am?” She places a hand over her heart “I’m swooning Bucky! Call me ma’am again and I’ll buy the clothes for you!” She laughs and his ears pipe up at the sound, delicate but deep enough to ring through the men’s level. Taking the black long sleeved one from his hand she looks and snorts “well this is a size extra small so defiantly not for you love, your more of an extra large.” Bucky’s slightly offended at the ‘extra’ but his mind is hazed by the love. He see’s her name tag reads ‘Rosie’ so he asks her “Rosie why am I an extra large I’m not exactly fat?”  Her ears prick up at his voice but she looks at her name tag and shakes her head “no no my names not Rosie! I take peoples name tags so creepy guys don’t have details on me. My names actually Y/N.” Holding out her free hand he shakes it.

Half an hour later she has the grown man trudging behind her with six different shirts in her folded arms. His still pre-occupied trying to work out why she gave him her real name and why she has to hide it in the first place because no women should have to hide behind a fake name. Ringing up his order they talk about small stuff, she in this job for money to fund uni, she goes home only for Christmas and birthday’s and Bucky lives in the richer parts of NYC.

When Bucky gets home the girls are waiting on his bed ready to judge his purchases. Sitting crossed legged Nat pulls out the final top and lifts up a piece of paper “Bucky there’s a phone number here?” He snatches it and it reads

‘Give me a ring, I’d like to see those tops outside of the shop floor for a change.’

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Broken Up Over A Break Up

Part two of It’s For The Best

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Requested?: Yes

Word count: 1,289

Summary: Some time after Peter and reader have broken up, Peter gets hurt and reader comes to his aid.

Would recommend listening to: Jealous – Labrinth

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// luv me some titty
and thank you i’m glad you decided to submit something!! this was fun to write!


Zen:

- NUT!!!

- He loves your boobs honestly– but he’s never really had much of a preference, small boob, big boob, good boob

- But he’s sohappy with your assets.

- Especially if you exercise with him and you pile on the sports bras; yet they’re still all over the place. Watching you fuss about it is so cute, he loves them. They’re so big and fill up his palms shit, he can’t get enough of it. Who needs a bra when you have his hands honestly

Jumin:

- This man loves him some ass and boob so hell yeah he’s so down

- He likes lacey bras on you because they just look so nice, he also really loves picking out clothing for you that would work well with what you have.

- Especially clothes that show cleavage, he loves being teased like that but he hates it at the same time since he can tell when straying eyes are on you; It’s makes him upset. Not at you, at the others. Can’t they keep their eyes to themselves? But he does know how difficult that can be, you are quite irresistible.

Yoosung:

- HE LOVES YOUR BOOBS

- Starry eyed little kid in a candy shop, he’s so immature sometimes but he can’t help it, they’re just so big and soft

- But he comments on how bulky your bras look, wires look so uncomfortable? Expect massages wherever you want; shoulders, back, even boobs tbh he’s happy to get his hands on them because they’re just so soft and squishy

Jaehee:

- Okay but have you seen her honestly her boobs are so big good god i see why Jumin made her cover them up

- She loves them, like Zen; she’s never really had a preference but you’re just so pretty she can’t help but love the way you look.

- But she’s also a woman, so she knows the harsh struggles of having big boobs. She’ll give you back rubs, help you adjust your straps, go bra shopping with you and help you pick out cute but comfortable ones– etc.

- Blushes so bad when you wear something a bit more reveling to work on certain times, she can’t keep her eyes off you which causes her to make mistakes throughout the day.

Seven:

- Grabs them all the time and goes
“ honk honk! ” don’t lie

- Your boob is literally his stress reliever; To hell with those kiddos over here with their orbeez and slime, he has the best damn XL orbeez he could ever have

- Grabbing your boobs has just become a good habit honestly, they’re just so soft and warm– What’s not to love?

Titty: Grabbed
Seven: Pleased
Stress: Released

the circle of life

V:

- He finds all bodies absolutely beautiful, even though Rika was relatively petite and small doesn’t mean that’s strictly what he likes. Falls in love with personality over anything else.

- Can’t deny that you have an amazing figure. While cuddling as the little spoon he loves burying his face into your chest and literally never returning.

- 6 hours later everyone’s like where’s v? the boi in the tittie

Saeran:

- Whatever body you have– that’s his preference. He’s never been in love before so every bit of you is absolutely perfect. Including your amazing chest, damn you’re so beautiful.

- BITES expect bites and hickeys everywhere on your boobs. There will never be a time where they’re not covered with those oh so familiar tiny dark bruises; he’s basically obsessed with leaving his mark on you in that way.

- Like Saeyoung, he loves to grab and massage them when he or you are stressed. They’re just so squishy and big

Request: So, reader and Tom or Jack have been trying to have a baby for 2 years but no luck. She then gets pregnant but doesn’t say anything until father’s day because she wants to make a surprise for him.

A/N: okay, but I was so emotional while writing this.

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2 weeks ago you had gotten news that would completely change your life forever; you were pregnant.

Your husband, Tom, and you had been trying to have a kid for 2 years now, finally feeling ready for the responsibility after 5 years of marriage.

After 6 months of trying with no results, you began to go to infertility specialists. After a year of no results, Tom and you had felt defeated. You had pretty much given up when you missed a period. After going to see your doctor without saying anything to Tom, you found out that you were indeed with child.

You were absolutely ecstatic, instantly wanting to share the news with your husband.

But because of all the pain and struggle the two of you had gone through over the past 2 years, you wanted to do something special. And with Father’s Day right around the corner, you had an idea.

When the time finally came for you to put your plan into action, you were excited. You spent the day like a normal one, up until it was dinner time.

“Y/N love, what’s that?” Tom asked, watching as you set the dinner items on the table. “It doesn’t really look like dinner to me.”

“Well, it’s Doughnuts, Apples, and Drumsticks. I thought they all went together really well.” You responded, turning to hide a smirk on your face.

“Erm, right. Are you feeling ok?” Tom asked, feeling your forehead.

“Well my belly has been a little unsettled all day, feels like I’ve got something growing in there!” You were giggling as you pulled away from him, causing Tom to watch you weirdly.

Okay, uh sure. Well, did you call your dad yet? It is Father’s Day you know.“ Tom was grimacing, and you had to bite your tongue to hold back a laugh.

“Not yet, no. I'all call him later. I’ve got something I wanted to talk about with you first, it has to do with Father’s Day.” You husband looked at it with curiosity, but you continued. “I got you a present by the way, (dogs name) has it with him.”

“What? Why did you get me a present?” He asked, looking at you with his head tilted to the side. He looked like a dog.

“Oh, just call the dog in!” You exclaimed, the anticipation finally setting in.

“Alright! (Dogs name)! Come here boy!” Tom yelled, instantly getting a bark in response. Moment later your dog barreled into the room, tail wagging happily. Tom petted him for a moment, before noticing the tee shirt and present tied to the collar. “Really Y/N? You got him a shirt!”

“Did you read what is says?” You pressed, growing quite annoyed with your husbands obliviousness.

“Soon to be big brother? What, are you finally letting me get another dog?” Tom asked, a smile on his face. You let your head bang against the table, groaning.

“Just open the damn present.” You mumbled against the wood, causing your husband to laugh.

“Alright alright! Don’t get your panties in a twist!” He laughed, untying the package and setting it on the table. He quickly opened it, pulling out the three books.

“Go on, read the titles.” You told him, raising your head up to watch him. His brow was furrowed, picking up the first book.

“Idiots guide to changing a diaper? Why the bloody hell would you get me this?” He asked, a look of disgust on his face. You covered your mouth as you snorted, motioning for him to continue. “The children’s book of nighttime stories? Are you calling me a child woman?!”

“Bloody hell Tom! Just read the damn last one!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands around in exasperation.

“Okay! Geez! The best guide to being a new dad. Why’s this one half open? Did you stick something in there? Oh, what is this? A thermometer? Why’d you tape a thermometer to-” He froze mid sentence, eyes locked on the plus sign of the pregnancy test. “Is this what I think it is?” He choked out, eyes slowly meeting yours.

“I’m 5 weeks as of yesterday.” You whispered, a hand resting gently over your stomach. It took Tom a moment to process those words, but when he did he was jumping out of his seat and pulling you to your feet.

“I’m going to be a dad?” He asked, needing the confirmation. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes Tom! We’re going to be parents!” You responded, causing him to pick you up and spin you around.

“I’m going to be a dad!” He shouted, obvious joy and excitement in his voice. “You’re going to be a mum! We’re going to be parents!”

“I know sweetheart, I know.” You giggled, finding his excitement adorable. The big tough baddie was turning into a little kid in a candy shop. The marshmallow.

He suddenly placed you down, a concentrated look on his handsome face. You watched in confusion as he began to pace.

“We have so much we need to do! We need to get started on the room! Do you think it’s a boy or girl? Or should we not find out and just do a neutral room? We need to get clothes though! And lots of toys! And diapers! Blimey! How many diapers does a baby go through? Maybe I should call my mum and ask. Should you in be bed? You and the baby should rest! Come on, up to bed! We’ve got a lot to do if we’re gonna get ready for this baby! Do you think they’ll be an actor like me? Or maybe follow their mum? Maybe they’ll be a football player? That would be pretty cool! When can I start teaching them sports? They can walk after a few months, right? Maybe we should-”

“Tom!” You shouted over your boyfriends ranting, causing him to pause and look at you. “We have 35 weeks before this baby is even born! For gods sake, relax!”

“Sorry! Sorry! I just… I can’t believe it! Two years of nothing, and it’s finally happening! We’re going to have a kid of our own! I just want to make sure I’m a good dad.” Tom admitted, calming down slightly.

“You’re going to be an amazing father Tom, you don’t need to worry at all about that. And besides, we’ve got each other like always, we’ll figure it out together.” You reassured him, pulling him into a loving kiss. He broke away a moment later, a horrified look on his face.

“What if it’s a girl?! She’ll be beautiful just like you! I’ll be chasing away every guy within a 100 mile radius! No boy is ever going to touch my little girl, I know how boys think!”

“TOM!”

Okay here's my theory on Antisepticeye and Darkiplier

Darkiplier is a sort of older being, wiser, more experienced. He knows what he’s doing and he’s seen it all. He’s more powerful than anti (which is why he’s been able to stick around in videos longer and can speak clearly, the glitching seems to be the ‘thing’ jumping in between realities) and therefore knows what he needs to do to scare the bejesus out of you. Do not fuck with dark. He will destroy you mentally and physically in more ways than you can imagine.

Antisepticeye is a lot newer on the spook scene. However this doesn’t make him any less dangerous. This guy is like a kid in a candy shop with all of these new powers and weapons and abilities to fuck you up. He wants to see you suffer in as many different ways as he can, mainly just to see what all of these new toys can do. He will bring you back from the point of death just to see you suffer again. He’s excitable, energetic, and bat shit fucking crazy.

something new (m)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut/fluff

Warnings: Oral, spanking, etc.  You already know what’s coming with these dancer hips.

Wordcount: 2.6k 

Enjoy you little perverted shit. ;)


It was mutual. You and Hoseok had been together for about 6 months now, on and off talks about the future. He had just made a notice that he was on his way afterward from dance practice. Something made you feel as if you’re gonna be in for a long ass night. You were walking around your shared house in only one of Hoseok’s t shirts and a pair of your favorite knee highs. A soft knock sounded at the door and you’d be damned if you didn’t trip. You look through the little peep hole to see your golden boyfriend, bare face and all, standing without a care in the world. 

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