kids need to have room to be kids

That whole “Bitty never jokes about babysitting” thing absolutely killed me like, can you imagine little southern gay Eric R. Bittle who has internalized the idea that gay men can’t have kids, and even though he’s always wanted a whole mess of children, has just kind of resigned himself to being Uncle Eric to all his friend’s kids. And then one day while he’s in the kitchen baking, Jack comes in and sits down at the counter with a notebook and says, “Okay I know you said you don’t want me to even think about proposing until after you’ve graduated, but I’d really like to start thinking about the house we’re going to buy, so I can set aside some of my bonus for the downpayment”. And Bitty gets halfway through an internal ‘this boy’ when Jack keeps going, frowning down at his notebook. “It really depends on how many kids we want, I guess. For how much space we need.” 

And Jack’s sitting there with his serious face on, thinking about how they definitely have to make sure the backyard has enough room for a homemade rink, totally unaware that he has just murdered his boyfriend. 

Lost And Then Found — Ted E. Bear’s Grand Aquarium Adventure

Late one afternoon, Security Officers Sylvia and Kevin found a lost teddy bear belonging to a visiting school. After locating the owners, they took him on a tour of the Aquarium to pass the time before he could be returned. Here is the tale of Ted E Bear’s Grand Aquarium Adventure.

Don’t worry, don’t panic. This has happened before.

Yep—I’m just here by myself, alone on the floor.
I guess things aren’t fine, since no adieu was truly bid…
Oh my goodness, my gracious, just where is my kid?!

Maybe the teacher brought everyone back to the kelp?
Nope, nobody. OK, uh—yeah, I may need a little help.

Excuse me coral, apologies, I don’t mean to vent
But perhaps you know where exactly my kid went?

I guess I’ll just finish the visit on my own, that’s not so bad.
When you’re happy as a clam there’s no reason to be sad.

*Sniff* No, this really isn’t fun to be alone with the fish!
I want to find my kid! Please, I just have this simple wish!

- Hey little buddy! Aw—are you lost my dear?
- Yes! I can’t find my kid! I’m alone forever I fear!
- What’s your name? We’re Kevin and Sylvia and we care.
- Thank you so much for your help. My name’s Ted E. Bear.

- Not to worry, helping you get unlost is part of our job!
- Really? Oh wow, oh thank you—you’re most—oh *SOB!*

There there Mr. Bear we’ll find your kid, post haste!
Now let’s make sure your visit doesn’t go to waste!

- Check it out, I helped raise this little purple-striped jelly!
- Wow, it’s really beautiful—awesome job there Tommy!
- Want to give it a shot? I’ll bet you’re great at animal care.
- Wow, I don’t think I could—I’m just a little plush bear!

- Nonsense, you got this. Here’s a scraper—it’s all in the wrist!
- How’s that?
- Perfect! Look at you—you’re a budding jelly Aquarist!

- Whoa, what’s this class—I get to feed the fishes?!
- Yep! But to pass, you’ll need to wash the dishes!

- The control room is cool!
- You’re eating it up like a glutton!
- What’s this switch here?
- DON’T TOUCH THE RED BUTTON!

- Want to help us greet our guests—Jasmine needs an intern!
- Oh wow, a job at the Aquarium—it will be so much fun to learn!

Learn… Where do I remember hearing that word… SCHOOL!
My kid! I have to get back! But… working here would be so cool!

Oh me, oh my—I really want to help conserve the great blue sea!
And… being there for my kid is the way for me to fulfill my destiny!

- OK, let’s find my school—what assistance can I show?
- Oh, we already found them.
- Really, when?!
- About 8 hours ago.

- Well, then let’s get this show on the road!
Box me up, make sure I’m safe and stowed!
- Can do Ted E! We wish you the best on your journey!
Thanks for stopping by, say hello to your school family!

Dear Sylvia and Kevin, 
I made it back to class safe and sound.
The teachers were so happy to tell the kids I had been found.
Thanks for teaching me to find my dreams and in my heart carry ‘em.
Much love from your Beary-best friend, Ted- E, to the Monterey Bay Aquarium!

Thanks so much to Ms. Bizon’s class and the Sea Breeze School in Foster City for letting us host Ted E for the day—albeit accidentally! We hope to sea him again soon!

Bruce as a grandpa

- You know with all his kids, legally his and those who are basically his, he is bound to have at least one grandchild if not more.

- Like he has retired from Batman and Tim and Damian basically took over all his duties at WE. Now he has all the free time.

- Also Alfred is totally a great-grandfather.

- Takes the time to spoil them. Not with material items but like games and treats.

- Selina is over often as well to hangout with the little rugrats.

- Finally gets the time to enjoy his family. He is super happy to see his kids getting treated the way they treated him all those years ago.

- The big dinning room table is in full use. There are high chairs and booster seats. Now instead of knives getting thrown it’s cheerios and vegetables that are to be watched for.

- Bruce loves to tell stories. Mainly of Superman or other League members’ embarrassing stories.

- Another wing of the manor has opened because as those kids grow, extra rooms are needed.

- Telling stories about his parents and stupid stuff all the kids did. (Bruce’s kids).

- The family members saying he needs to watch the kids for the night as an excuse to keep him out of the batcave. Old man still thinks he can keep up with thugs on the street. But at 60 plus he needs to take a break.

- When they are all over at once it’s complete and udder madness. The place is a mess, toys are everywhere, at least two blanket forts have been made, someone is still missing from hide and seek, and the Bruce is standing in the middle of this smiling because it’s his wonderful crazy family.

Esteban

by reddit user alackofcoasters

As a teacher, I get to see and hear a lot of horror stories, maybe not the kind that you are used to. Kids being abused by teachers or parents, students who get hooked on hard drugs and lose scholarships, even teenagers getting raped in the classroom. Bad things happen to good kids. It breaks my heart. All in all, it’s all pretty horrific, some of the things they warn you about in school when you’re getting your teaching credential.

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being a minor in an abusive household

i did this same sort of post about being a college kid with an abusive household so i thought i’d do one for non-college kids!

***note: i’m not a minor anymore, but i’m remembering from back when i was a wee lil fetus and using that for this***

  • the “i have something important i need to talk about but who do i talk to if my parents will yell at me when i talk to them ??” problem
  • where do i go besides my room to escape ?????
  • (depending on how old you are/your ability) can’t drive anywhere so i’m Stuck
  • *gets bad grade back* shitshitshit what are they gonna say how am i gonna tell them
  • the “let’s see how long i can stay at school without causing suspicion” game
  • DoN’t LeT aNyOnE cOmE tO yOuR hOuSe
  • staying up super super late because that’s when the house is quiet and there’s no threat of an argument
  • “do i talk to them about x thing that they did/said that bothered me or do i leave it alone bc it’ll cause an argument and that’ll take an hour or so and i still have homework to do plus i gotta shower and get to sleep asap”
  • “you live under my roof so you will follow my rules”
  • *is late to school every day* teacher: is everything okay at home? parents: yup our son/daughter is just lazy and doesn’t get out of bed in the morning ha ha ha ha ha !

i know i’m forgetting things so feel free to add onto this and i’ll rb !

The Nanny

A/N: I know, a new series. But I just needed a new idea. Anyways this is the first part to what I’m hoping to be a 6 part series. Let me know what you guys think

Word count: 2,000 something words

Warnings: Mentions of a house fire, minor death not graphic

“Looking for a full time Nanny. Must be able to work late and be able to take care of both a kid and a dog. I am willing to provide a room for you to sleep in. In interested please Email me your resume at jbbarnes6412@gmail.com

Thank you,
J. Barnes”

As you read what seemed like the millionth job ad, you copied the listed email address into the empty email box.

Dear Mr. Barnes,
Below I have attached my resume. I hope I am a good fit for what you are looking for. My hours are flexible and I love dogs almost as much as I love kids.

Sincerely,
Y/N Y/L/N

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Children of Hecate

Requested by anonymous.

  • Children of Hecate sometimes stay up all night practicing their sorcery. 
  • Other campers usually bring coffee or other hot drinks to their sleep-deprived friends from cabin 20.
  • As their mother was granted power in all the realms (sky, ocean, earth and underworld) by the Big Three, using the four elements in their witchcraft can strengthen their spell.
  • The runes and inscriptions in the stones they used to build their cabin don’t only strengthen the walls of their cabin and lessen their unintended spell-casting, but also make it so their cabin is bigger on the inside.
  • They all even have their own rooms as they - like their mother - like solitude.
  • The Hecate cabin also has their own treasure room in which they keep objects the Hecate campers have collected on their quests.
  • They only keep the magical or enchanted objects though and send everything else to the attic of the Big House.
  • One kid got inspired by reading Harry Potter and now a lot of Hecate campers have enchanted their ceilings just like the Great Hall.
  • Hecate likes to help her kids learn how to use their powers.
  • They have a huge mirror to contact their mother whenever they have questions or “my spell still didn’t work and now we need a new couch”.
  • Once they are claimed, Hecate gives her children a crash course on all the different forms of magic and learns them the basics of each.
  • Eventually they have to choose a specialty though, as there are too many different forms of magic to excel in them all.
  • Naturally, they love fantasy novels. 
  • A lot of them love wearing eccentric clothing, long cloak-like dresses or even actual cloaks. 
  • They don’t even know why.
  • Their grades at school usually aren’t always the best, but they constantly surprise (read; annoy) their teachers by knowing the most random facts.
  • They might not know who fought who in the battle of Waterloo, but “did you know Napoleon legalised homosexuality?
  • “Also he stopped killing ‘witches’ at the same time”, but them knowing this has nothing to do with their mother also being the goddess of trivia. 
  • “Who were they kidding anyway, trying to drown us.”
  • “Yeah, just because we have power underwater doesn’t mean they’re going to see us use it. They’ll just have a ‘death’ to explain while our ancestral sisters moved to the next village.”
  • “And what about our brothers? Super sexist if you ask me.”
  • Of course, kids of Hecate are all feminists no matter what their gender is.
Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) A/B/O Part 2!

A/N; Hey guys! Part 2 is finally here and it gets wild as heck lol. I had too much fun while writing this! I’m sorry for the super long update and I’ll be posting more stuff later! I’m on a roll today! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️



“Ms. Y/L/N,” Friday chimed.

With a small groan, you forced your eyes open. It was supposed to be your day off, meaning you could sleep as much as you wanted for as long as you wanted. Why was she calling you now?

“Yes, Friday?” you murmured. She always found a way to bother you, especially during nap time. Delta’s needed more rest than everyone else, but of course, nobody knew that but you. You hadn’t told anyone about your true status yet.

“Mr. Stark requests your presence in the common room.”

With a tired groan, you threw the covers from your body and sat up.

What could possibly be going on this time? Did Tony blow up another suit again? It took weeks to get the oil out of your nails, much less your skin. Did Peter run out of webs mid swing again? You loved the kid almost like a little brother, but the kid needed some kind of rockets in his shoes for safety. You made sure to scold Tony on that; he wasn’t exactly a responsible crime fighter. You understood now what Pepper went through.

You slipped on the nearest form of clothing you could find before making your way towards the common room.

The sounds of hushed whispering rung throughout your ears. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Was Tony having guests over? Why didn’t Friday mention that to you? Looking down at your clothes, you felt a blush break out on your cheeks. You were nowhere near dressed for guests. It wasn’t anything near provocative, just an oversized sweater and leggings, but still. You didn’t like drawing attention to yourself and you strongly disliked strangers.

Entering the room, you spotted the entire Avengers assembly. Literally.

You recognized Thor, who stood taller than everyone else, speaking with Bruce Banner quietly. You spotted Vision and …were that Scarlett Witch? Jesus, she was even prettier in person. You may or may not have read her file religiously.

You saw Hawkeye standing next to the redheaded assassin herself, Black Widow. Immediately, you felt your instincts kick in slightly. She was a suitable alpha, no doubt. Her red hair made her pale skin seem almost vibrant and those eyes…god she was so perfect. With a subtle shake of your head, you pulled your mind out of the gutter. As nice as she was, you were still wary of the woman. She was extremely intimidating.

In the corner of the room, you spotted Falcon and Ant Man standing side by side. You could tell how nervous the two looked about the whole situation. You couldn’t blame them, from what you heard about the whole airport thing that happened in Germany, you’d be a bit nervous, too.

You smiled when you spotted Peter standing by himself, his hands in his tucked into his pockets casually. At least you knew him. Even though Peter was a newly legal Beta, he still remained one of your closest friends. He didn’t know about your whole…status problem yet, but he something told you he knew there was more to you than what you were telling him. But being the polite person he was, he decided not to push it, to your relief.

When Tony entered the room, everyone instantly got quiet. You had a feeling you’d be receiving some really bad news this evening.

“Alright, I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called you here,” he began, clapping his hands together. You could spot the subtle sweat beading across his forehead. Why was he so nervous? “I can assure you right now, I’m not dying!”

Everyone seemed to relax a little bit at the news. Jesus, he had a way of being the biggest drama kind on this earth.

As Tony continued, you felt someone’s eyes on you. Ignoring it, you kept your gaze on Tony.

“Why are we here, Tony?” Rhodey asked, crossing his arms over his chest. A cliché alpha mannerism. You snorted softly at the realization that your instincts hadn’t kicked in at the sight of him. Maybe he wasn’t as alpha as he thought he was. Alphas were so fragile underneath the whole macho exterior.

Again, you could feel someone’s eyes on you. And it was honestly irking the life out of you. You couldn’t possibly focus on Tony while whoever it was stared at you like that. With a causal turn of your head, you caught sight of Natasha glancing over at you. Her blue eyes were set on your body, trailing them up and down. Suddenly, you felt so small.

You felt the arousal slowly growing between your legs, making you blush. Before she could look back into your eyes, you looked away quickly. That wasn’t a very practical idea after all.

“We’re here because I’ve decided that I was a little bit hard on Rogers,” he admitted, avoiding everyone’s gaze. But when he looked up at everyone’s smirks, he sighed.

“Okay, maybe I was a bit dramatic about it.”

Someone let out a snort.

“What I’m trying to say is, I was wrong. Incredibly wrong about the entire situation. Rogers, although he can be a little shit sometimes, is a strong asset to this team. And without him, we’ve pretty much got nothing going for us.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, much to his dismay.

“Hey! I did pretty well those couple of ti- anyways,” he cleared his throat. “I’ve decided to try and make things right; for the sake of the team. I offered Cap a place back on the team.”

Everyone let out small approvals at the news. You even cracked a smile. This was so mature for Tony, you were so proud of him.

“He agreed to come back on one condition.” Everyone practically leaned in with anticipation. Peter even stood on the couch to get a better view.

“He’ll come back, but only if Barnes gets a place, too.”

You felt like one of those cartoon characters. Your jaw practically dropped straight to the floor. Peter instantly looked down at me with wide eyes. But Rhodey, though…he was not having it at all.

“Are you high?!” he shouted, clenching his fists in fury.

“I wish I was,” Tony said under his breath with a sigh. “No Rhodey, I’m just trying to fix things for once.”

“And by fixing, you mean letting the man who killed your parents live under your roof?”

That’s when shit hit the fan.

“Hey, Barnes was brainwashed!” Scott shouted. “He didn’t mean any of that!”  

“Oh yeah? Well, why didn’t he just walk away?” Rhodey retorted. “He could’ve at any point. He’s a damn master assassin!”

You glanced over at Peter, feeling a bit fearful. He gave you a reassuring smile, patting your shoulder gently. You absolutely hated confrontation. Especially when it involved your work.

“Tony!” Rhodey exclaimed. “At least think about this for a couple days!”

“Yeah, about that,” Tony said, glancing at his wristwatch. “I kinda already agreed to it. They should be here any minute.”

Your eyes nearly flew out of your head. You weren’t too sure about this. You knew Steve was a trustworthy man, but this Bucky guy…you were a bit wary of this. The only thing you knew about him was that he murdered a lot of innocent people, including Tony’s parents. Tony told you the entire thing personally after he’d nearly drank himself to death one night.

“Mr. Stark,” Friday chimed again. You all instantly went quiet. “Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes have arrived.”

“Oh, cool,” he sighed. “Send them in, I guess.”

The elevator chimed mechanically, opening swiftly.

That’s when you felt it.

Your vision instantly blurred, creating kaleidoscope like patterns. You placed a hand on whoever was near you for support. Whoever the person was, they placed their hands on your shoulders, steadying you. The next thing you know, you’re on the ground surrounded by everyone. You feel hands cupping your face, forcing you to look up. Natasha stared back at you, her blue eyes widened with worry.

The heat between your legs was unlike anything else you’ve ever felt. It was almost unbearable. You felt a wave of arousal hit you at full force, preventing you from thinking straight.

Natasha leaned in far too close, inhaling deeply. Her eyes snapped open, her eyes completely dilated.

“Delta.” She whispered, licking her lips hungrily.

“Delta.” Peter repeated, his eyes dilating as well.

“Delta!” Wanda gasped, prowling closer to you with matching dilated eyes.

“Delta.” Sam followed behind her, his nostrils flaring.

You looked over at the elevator, past all the people slowly crowding around you.

Bucky’s eyes were completely dilated, his breaths coming out in short puffs. He was the one. He was the perfect mate and you wanted his knot and you wanted it now. You didn’t care if everyone watched; you needed him more than anything. You didn’t care who was in the way of your alpha.

“WAIT WHAT?” Tony practically squeaked, staring at you with wide eyes. “What do you guys mean delta? She’s not…oh no.” he inhaled, catching your scent of wild berries and pine trees. Of course you were a delta. Jesus, he was so stupid not to notice. You had no scent up until now.

Natasha dipped her nose into your neck, inhaling harshly. You let out a small whine, gently trying to push yourself away from her. It was no use. She was an alpha, far too strong for you.

Bucky let out a growl, snapping everyone’s eyes from you to him. The gears in his metal arm shifted threateningly as he clenched his fist harder. Your eyes instantly went to his, begging silently for him to take you away.

Before anyone was able to touch you, Tony scurried past everyone and snatched you away from Natasha. Well, he tried to.

Unfortunately, she grabbed ahold of your legs, planting her feet onto the ground to prevent him from leaving. “God damn it, Romanoff!” he spat. “Get your shit together before I make Fury fire you!”

In a flash, Thor scooped the redheaded woman up from the ground and threw her over his shoulder despite her angry shouts.

“Ah, I remember my first encounter with a delta!” he laughed, snatching a kicking and screaming Wanda up as well with his other arm.

Tony began dragging you away as fast as he could, trying to dodge the crazed people that darted towards you.

Peter had managed to grab onto your arm, only to be snatched up by Clint and thrown into one of the coat closets. “Jesus,” Clint sighed, placing a chair in front of the door. “You guys are so embarrassing.”

You caught a glimpse of Bruce running out of the building, his body shifting inhumanly large. Oh god, he was hulking out. Vision and Sam were practically rolling on the floor as the android gathered the man into a headlock. “Let me go, you fucker!” Sam spat, wiggling in his grasp.

Suddenly, a metal arm grabbed onto your ankle, tearing you away from Tony’s grasp. You cried out with glee at the sight of Bucky practically dragging you through the hall. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you away. Bucky raced down the hallway, zooming through the halls for any empty rooms. He didn’t care if it was a janitor closet, as long as he could get his knot inside you and fast.

You dipped your head into his neck, pressing small kisses along the warm flesh. He let out a growl, kneading the flesh of your behind. You let out a small squeak at his actions. Bucky smelled like heaven. His scent was a mixture of cinnamon and the ocean, your favorite two things combined into the perfect alpha. You tangled your fingers through his hair, breathing in his scent as if it were oxygen.

“Rogers!” Tony’s voice echoed from down the hall. “Get your friend before he impregnates my successor!”

Suddenly, you and Bucky were on the ground. Steve’s shield rattled against the ground beside the two of you. Bucky let out a string of curses as he stood. Before he could get to you, he was tackled to the ground by Steve. The two men wrestled on the ground, throwing punch after punch.

Not knowing what else to do, you crawled towards the men and pounced onto Steve’s back.

“What the hell? Get off Y/N!” he shouted, stumbling backwards. Before Bucky could get to his feet once again, you were snatched from Steve’s back and hauled away from him.

“What the hell is wrong with you two? You’re like rabid bunnies on Viagra!” Tony exclaimed, dragging you away with all his might.

You cried out as you got farther and farther away from Bucky. Your heat slowly became more and more intense the farther you were apart. You watched helplessly as Steve planted his shield on his friend’s back and sat on it, preventing him from following this time.

You reached out and grabbed onto one of the door handles and tried to pull yourself away from Tony, only to have him swat your hands away. Turning the corner, the last thing you saw was Bucky lying helplessly beneath Steve.


Tony practically threw you into the first bedroom he found.

Unfortunately, you completely missed the bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud. You picked yourself up and cradled your bruised arm, snarling at Tony. The older man let out a sigh of relief, plopping down onto the bed. It was a spare bedroom, but it would do for now. He just needed to rest a bit. He really did need to get back in shape soon. Gosh, Pepper would be cackling at him right now.

“You are such a handful, you know that?” he sighed, watching you intently.

You glared up at him, your eyes still dilated completely black. You were still in heat. Great.

Tony let out a small chuckle, staring out the small window. You let out a small growl.

“You know, I remember these days when I was a kid.” He recalled, watching the birds fly past the building. Your eyes widened. What was he talking about?

“You see,” he said softly. “My mom was a delta, too.”

-FIN!  ❤️

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PTA Moms
  • Jeonghan: So Suho how are your kids?
  • Suho: HALF WON'T EVEN LISTEN TO ME TWO OF THEM WON'T CONTACT ME AND KRIS JUST LEFT ME TO DEAL WITH THEM YIXING IS THE ONLY ONE THAT LISTENS TO ME AND HES NOT EVEN HERE TODAY
  • Onew: Sometimes you just gotta let them be *sips wine out of a mug*
  • Kihyun: Well at least my kids are only weird
  • Jinyoung: someone needs to come get my kids. Mark is the only normal one and even then I'm pretty sure Jackson is starting to leave an impression on him, Yugyeom just released a song on SoundCloud about having a side piece, Jackson is Jackson you can't do anything about him, Youngjae has consistently locked himself in his room with Coco, BamBam is BamBam you can't help him either
  • Kihyun: HA YOU HAVE HELPLESS KIDS
  • Key: *yells from the other room* KIHYUN YOU CANT TALK ABOUT ANYONE ELSE ALL YOUR KIDS DO IS SLEEP ALL DAY AND DONT DO SHIT FOR THEMSELVES
  • Jeonghan: Just be lucky y'all don't have 12 kids
  • Onew: I thought you only had 11 kids
  • Jeonghan: Oh Seungcheol is a child himself. The worst child of them all.
  • Jeonghan: But anyways... Jin how are your kids?
  • Jin: Oh they're fine Jimin made some brownies the other day, Jungkook is currently going through his emo phase, Yoongi is doing what he likes which consists of music, Hobi is being the ray of sunshine he is, and Tae is in theater so he's been practicing for an upcoming play.

Broken Part One: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/160710394889/broken-sign-on-the-dotted-line-and-everything

BROKEN PART TWO

Ten months later

The coffee shop that you normally went to every morning was closed for repairs. You had to go fifteen minutes out of your way to get your daily coffee fix.

It had been a regular morning. You woke up and made breakfast for the kids before sending them off to school. They only had a few weeks left before Christmas break. They were very excited about being out of school for the next three weeks.

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Coffee?

Request: Divergent imagine where you, a leader, notice that Eric has been especially grumpy lately. One day, you show up late to training because you wanted to bring Eric coffee. Thanks! xx

“Seriously?” I asked Uriah.

“Yeah, he just hung the poor guy over the chasm. I’m not sure, but I think it’s because the kid complained about having to throw knives.” I sighed, standing from the mess hall table. “I gotta go talk to him. I’ll be right back, ‘kay U?” I yelled over my shoulder as I made my way out of the mess hall.

As I passed the training area, I heard light grunts coming from inside. Of course, there can only be one man making noises like that while in the training area. Eric. Walking into the room, I’m welcomed with the sight of Eric, shirtless, assaulting a punching bag.

I leaned my body on the door frame and watched as he let his anger out on the bag, when he cleared his throat and looked toward me. “What do you want, Y/N?” he said, frowning in my direction. 

“Can we talk? Please?” I said, a frown replacing my once calm features..

Eric slipped on a shirt and turned toward me. “Sure, let’s talk. I wasn’t doing anything anyway.“

I stared at him silently, then sighed. “Did you really hang some poor kid over the chasm for complaining about knife throwing?”

Eric scoffed and turned away, throwing more punches at the bag. “Hell yeah I did. The kid needs to learn that one day, he’s gonna need to protect himself, and he won’t have the freedom to complain.” 

“He’s just a kid, Eric. Loosen up a little, alright?”

Eric ceased his movements, turning to face me again. “Are you done? I wanna finish here in silence.”

I shook my head in disappointment and walked to the exit, glancing his way before leaving.

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

Rushing down the hall, two coffees in hand, I hurried toward the training room. Today I’m helping Eric with the initiates, since I am a Dauntless leader. Walking into the training area, I’m met with the initiates knife throwing again and Eric yelling at them to work harder, faster, stronger. I slowly walked over to stand next to him, watching the initiates hit and miss the target.

“You’re late,” Eric said, standing stoic. 

“Yeah, I figured I would stop by the mess hall and grab some coffee. You probably need it, considering you seem to be more stressed than usual. It’s black, your favourite,” Eric looked over at me, finally noticing the coffees in my hand. A small smile appeared on his face as he took his coffee from me.

“Thanks.”

“Woah, did the great Eric Coulter just thank me?” I say dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah. Hey! You keep slacking off and you’ll never be Dauntless!”

Babysitters Extraordinaire

Originally posted by kappaskulljoke

Raphael x Reader

Babysitters Extraordinaire

Prompt: I had a few prompts for Raph and a reader with kids, so here. Lots of fluff.

“Babe? You home?” Raph climbed through the window and into your bedroom. You were usually home from work by now, so he figured he’d drop by to surprise you. Although, the fact that he was a giant mutant turtle, as usual, tended to complicate things.

“Ummmm…” Your voice was panicked and it was coming from the living room. You got up to stop him from coming into the other room, but it was too late. Your three nieces had already seen him. He stood there in the doorframe, huge, muscular, with wide green eyes full of confusion.

“Are these yours?” he asked.

“Nonononono. These are my nieces, Dahlia, Peony, and Lilly.” You said. Each of the girls gaped up at the tall turtle, but none of them screamed or shouted. The oldest, Lilly, was seven years old. Dahlia and Peony were twins, only five. To them, you were sure your boyfriend looked like a monster.

“Nieces.” Raph repeated, looking into each of their little eyes as they remained fixed on him, roaming every part of his strange body.

“What are you?” asked Dahlia.

“I’m, uh, a turtle.” He replied. The girls’ faces lit up. They loved turtles. His statement had sent them into a frenzy of speech, telling him stories about their class pets and Finding Nemo and a million of other things.

“How did you get so big?” Peony asked.

“Ummm…” Raph tried to come up with a response.

“He eats his vegetables.” You shrugged, earning a chuckle out of him.

“Have you ever seen Finding Nemo? There are lots of turtles in Finding Nemo.”

“I don’t think I have…” Raph shook his head.

“Auntie, can we show your turtle Finding Nemo?”

“Sure.” You smiled. “I’ll get the popcorn.”

“Yer just gonna leave me with ‘em?” Raph asked as you walked to the kitchen. The horror on his face was hilarious.

“Oh hush. I’ll be out in a minute.” You patted his chest and left him in the living room. You could still hear everything going on in the other room.

“What’s your name?” asked Lilly.

“Raphael.”

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen.”

“How do you know Aunt (Y/N)?”

“Uhhhhhh…” Raph tried to think of something to say, but you saved him.

“He’s my boyfriend.” You called. All three of the girls asked.

“You’re dating a turtle?!” Peony shouted. You laughed, listening to the pops in the microwave. “Yes. I am.”

“So is Raphael gonna be our uncle?!” Lilly called. You blushed bright red, and you were sure he was too. One peek around the corner confirmed your suspicion. You smirked.

“Someday.” The smile that tugged at his lips made your heart melt inside. About a minute later the popcorn was ready, so you poured it into a bowl and met with the others in the living room, where Raph was seated on the couch and the girls were waiting expectantly on the floor. They weren’t facing the TV anymore. All of their focus was on you and Raph.

“What?” you asked. They were all looking up at the two of you dreamily. Raph’s huge muscular arm was wrapped around your shoulders. He smirked a little bit.

“How did you meet?”

“He saved my life.” You smiled. “And the rest is history.”

“How do you go out?”

“Carefully.” Raph replied.

“Are there more of you?”

“Yeah.” Raph nodded. “There are. My brothers.”

Three little pairs of eyes looked up at Raph and in that moment, he realized something he hadn’t ever thought about. He wanted kids. He wanted little eyes watching him and little voices asking him questions. Before he met you, he would have never even considered fatherhood as an option for someone like him…but for once, he finally felt like he had a future.

***

Three hours later, the girls were picked up and you and Raph were left alone. He emerged from your room as soon as the coast was clear.

“Sorry about that.” You shrugged. “Sarah needed some help with them and their brother just-”

“It’s all right.” Raph grinned. You tilted your head skeptically. “No, really. It is. I…don’t mind kids.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. You smirked, resting your hands against his plastron.

“Your brothers are right.”

“’bout what?”

“I’m turning you into a softie.” You stood on your toes to poke his snout.

“N-no you ain’t! I ain’t goin’ soft! I just…”

“Mmhmm. Whatever you say, teddy bear.”

“Don’t call me teddy bear.” He crossed his arms and scowled, but you knew he loved it. There was a pause. You looked up to him.

“Do you wanna cuddle?” You almost challenged. His expression softened the tiniest bit.

“Yeah.”

“That’s what I thought.” You laughed as he laid down on the couch, holding his arms open for you as you settled in and snuggled into your boyfriend. He let out a deep sigh. Though he put on a mask of confidence, as soon as it came to you, his tough exterior melted right off, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

i can’t believe i didn’t think of this before BUT

daycare!klance!!!

team voltron is now a child care facility called Altea Day Care

shiro and allura are co-directors

lance and hunk take care of the infant/toddler room

pidge and coran take care of the school age group

keith is the new caretaker who isn’t really fit for this field but he needs a job and his brother shiro pulled a few strings so now he’s the floater which basically means he goes to any room and gives breaks to the other workers

shiro thinks keith has a lot of potential in this position

keith just prays he doesn’t kill anyone

but now the teachers (we’re called teachers even if all we do is change diapers, we’re teachers)

coran is the super cool teachers that make awesome art projects and creates new games to get the kids all moving and having fun

pidge is the more firm teacher, gently helping kids learn to go potty and starts teaching the older kids about computers and tutors with homework

hunk is a teacher/cook, he makes all the food kid friendly and allergy free, he may not know every single student by their face but he knows their likes and dislikes by name

and when he isn’t in the kitchen, he’s playing with the toddlers, making elaborate puppet shows and exaggerates story time and sings songs that the kids can easily sing along to

and then lance

you’d think lance, with his loud and brash personality would fit better with the older kids but infants really take to him

he’s incredibly gentle with the babies, can put even the fussiest baby to sleep in his arms in just minutes

he can play peekaboo for hours without getting bored because how can he with the reactions he gets from his babies

but to mention he’s great with the parents, making them feel secure and trusting him with their kids, knowing that lance would go to the ends of the earth for them

keith and lance obv butt heads at first, meeting initially at a meeting on a day the day care is closed lance tried to be welcoming and give his hand to shake and keith just doesn’t? shake? cuz he feels anxious being the center of attention he already had to say hello to everyone AND say something about himself and that’s enough for today and lance hates this guy and is like. shiro. shiro pls? how? but keith surprises everyone by being actually really good with the kids he doesn’t get along with the staff at first cause they make him feel judged but it’s easier with kids cause they don’t care about who you are or who you’re related to they just want you to give them some attention

Spank Me

Summary: When investigating a apartment Dean, Sam, and Y/N discover a paddle. Y/N gets nervous seeing it and the brothers soon discover she likes to be spanked. 

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Rated M

Warnings: NSFW, spanking, dirty talk, public sex, smut, 

Word Count: 2,202

A/N: Thank you @attractiverandomness for beta reading girl! This one was hot to write I very much enjoyed it, and I hope you do as well. 

Originally posted by lauraboline



“You said all the windows and doors were locked?” You questioned the elderly landlord standing in front of you. “There were no signs of forced entry and nothing was stolen?”

“No, it’s just like I told the officers Agent Rowling, there was nothing in here but the dead girl.” She looked around the empty apartment apprehensively, before her eyes were drawn to the blood stained wood. “All I know is the neighbors were complaining about the smell. That’s when we found her; the poor thing.” She shook her head back and forth, holding her fist in front of her mouth and nose. “I hope you three find the sick bastard who did this.” She nodded, clearly affected by the trauma.

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Imagine Wyatt continuing to call Lucy “Ma'am” after they’re married. (You know he will.)

“Can you take out the trash?”
“Yes, Ma'am!”

“The dishes need washed.”
“I’ll get right on that, Ma'am.”

“Come here and kiss me.”
“It’d be my pleasure, Ma'am.”

Now, imagine them having a kid.

Imagine Lucy telling the kid to do something, when they’re three or four, and the kid going, “Okay, Mommy Ma'am!”

Imagine Wyatt cracking up from the other room as Lucy positively m e l t s.

Grinning yet?

Excellent.

Day 5 : I needed coffee to be able to finish this drawing… In more ways than one.

Today’s is Jaehee day so this time I used… Coffee. I’ve never bean so desperate. It’s the first time I ever painted with coffee and I totally recommend it ! Black coffee powder with water gives really nice shades !

Day 1 : Yoosung - Watercolors

Day 2 : Unknown - Charcoal

Day 3 : Seven (White Ver. and Dark Ver.) - Digital

Day 4 : Zen - Felt pens/Markers

Day 5 : Jaehee - Coffee

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Breaking Point (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Originally posted by hamiltontrashfam

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Requested?: ‘Hi! I’m not sure if you would still do this but would you mind making a story using this angst prompt? “You can’t keep hurting me and then demand I apologize instead!” Bye take care and keep up the good work!”’ (@perkyelsie )

Prompt: Thomas and (Y/N)’s very toxic relationship. Then, (Y/N) can’t take it anymore.

Words: 1300+

Warnings: Yelling, Verbal Abuse, Punches

Masterlist

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“Thomas!” You marched down the stairs and into the media room where your southern casanova of a husband was, sitting on an expensive white fur couch, drinking a glass of red wine. He was watching some stupid politics channel like he does every day he’s home. He was dressed in his usual purple and black suit. His hair was fluffy as usual. He never changed how he looked, which bored you. 

“Can’t you see that I’m busy, (Y/N)?” Thomas snapped as he motioned to the television. “I’m watching the democratic party make fools of themselves.”

“Aren’t you a democrat?” You asked, crossing your arms across your chest. Your husband glared at you and placed the wine glass on the table.

“(YN), I am a Democratic-Republican. How many times do I have to repeat myself?” He turned back to the television, murmuring something that sounded like ‘God, you’re stupid.’ 

You pretended not to hear his remark and spoke. “Maria wants to know if you’re coming to the recital on Saturday. She has a solo she wants you to see.”

Thomas didn’t move a muscle or look at you. “Tell her I’m working late as usual.” He murmured in a bored tone.

“You said that last time.” You retorted. “Thomas, this is your daughter’s last recital before she is officially done with her lessons. Could you please go to this one-”

“Don’t question my reasonings, (Y/N).” Your husband cut you off, glaring at you with annoyance. “Now please go make yourself useful for once in our marriage and tell Maria I won’t be attending her recital.”

You growled in rage as you strolled out of the room. Your fists were clenched and you were surprised the heels of your stilettoes haven’t snapped off yet from how violent your footsteps were.

How did your ten-year marriage deteriorate to a prison sentence for you? Well, Thomas Jefferson was a very successful lawyer and politician. This power and fame turned him from a sweet southern gentleman to an arrogant full-of-himself asshole with a narcissistic attitude. You two married immediately after you turned eighteen. spending your senior prom in your private ceremony at a small white chapel owned by your family. You finished high school and entered college as newlyweds. The next four years of college were wedded bliss. You gave birth to your twin son and daughter the summer before your sophomore year. After graduating, Thomas immediately landed a job in a law firm. Now here you were, six years later. living in a mansion and your husband rising in fame. You were still a happy, loving couple but soon, because of him working late hours and you being cooped up in the house all hours of the day, your marriage began to deteriorate. Your children were missing their father and you were missing your husband. But he became worse and worse. You would take the children and go visit your parents and close friends. You’d go visit your friend Eliza and her husband, Alexander. Alexander was a rival lawyer of your husband’s and Thomas was never happy when you went to visit the Hamilton’s. He thinks you were telling Alexander all of his secrets and cases, which you weren’t. Your friends would try and talk you into filing for divorce but you denied their suggestions, saying you can’t do that because you’d probably won’t get anything from the divorce. But now, here you were, in an unhappy marriage, wanting to get out with your children and never come back. You weren’t married to your Romeo anymore. You were married to County Paris. You weren’t happy anymore. You wanted to get out. But the only way out was death or a very messy divorce. 

You stomped up the stairs and stopped outside of the lounge where your children were. You opened the door and stepped in, gaining the attention of both daughter and son. Maria put her violin and Madison stood from his piano. 

“Mom!” Both children walked over to you, worried looks on their faces. You smiled sadly as you sat down on the loveseat. 

“Did dad yell at you, mom?” Madison asked. 

“Did he hit you?” Maria asked, fear and concern on her face. 

You shook your head. “He didn’t hit me or yell. But I’ve reached my limit with him.” 

“Are we leaving now?” Madison asked loudly, causing Maria to clasp her hand over his mouth. You nodded, making both their eyes widen in surprise and possible relief. 

“Tonight.” You whispered. “I need you two to start packing immediately. We are leaving after your father goes to bed.”

Both kids nodded and ran out of the room, leaving you alone. You reevaluated what your plans have been for the past month. You’ve been trying to get your kids out of this house but you knew Thomas wouldn’t allow you to leave. You three were merely visuals in his life of fame and fortune. The perfect family.

But everything perfect ahs at least one flaw. Your husband’s narcissism was the flaw in this perfect facade. And you were breaking out. Permanently.

~~~

You double-checked to make sure Thomas was asleep. You slipped a few sleeping pills in his dinner so he’d sleep soundly through your escape plan. You had packed as much clothes and supplies that your suitcase you contain and the children did the same. You called Eliza about your plan and she was now waiting outside in her car. You had slipped out of bed, changed into a sweatshirt and jeans with fuzzy boots, and grabbed your stuff before sneaking out of the bedroom and down the hall, where the children were waiting at the head of the stairs. You three then tip-toed down the stairs and padded towards the front door. Madison had just stepped out when the lights in the foyer turned on. You turned around to see your husband standing there at the foot of the stairs, his arms crossed and an irritated look on his face. You immediately ushered your daughter out of the house and closed the door. You had your back to the door and a determined but scared look in your face.

“Where are you going this late, (Y/N)?” Thomas asked simply.

“Out.” You answered coldly, trying to maintain a neutral tone. 

“Out where?”

“Away from here. Away from you.” 

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Now what have I done this time to make you try to leave? Did I leave the seat up? Not tell you ‘i love you’ enough? What have I possibly done to piss you off, (Y/N)? Hmm?”

You gritted your teeth. “You’re an arrogant asshole.” You hissed. “All you care about is yourself and your reputation. You don’t love me or these children. So, I’m just making your life easier.” 

Thomas chuckled. “You better take back what you just said, my dear.” He walked up to you and stopped when his face was inches from yours. “You wouldn’t want to make me mad.”

“You don’t scare me.” You shot back quickly. 

“Really now?” He grabbed you harshly by the chin. “Because I can tell I do scare you. Now, apologize.”

You then snapped and your fist went flying into your husband’s face, sending him stumbling backward and falling on his backside. He clasped his cheek and looked at you with confusion and disbelief.

“You can’t keep hurting me and then demand I apologize instead!” You yelled, taking your suitcase in one hand and opening the front door. “There will be divorce papers in your mailbox next week. I am done with your shit, Thomas Jefferson! Good day!” 

And with that, you walked out of that house.

And out of that horrid chapter in your life.

Tags!!: @always-blame-jefferson @artisticgamer @notthrowingawaymyfood @nobeatnomelody @hamiltrashtothemax @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @listenlyss @literallylin @dear-alexander @hamilton–trassh

Hacker - Avengers x Reader

Originally posted by geekcomics

Words: 1062
Pairing: Avengers x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers
Warnings: hacking, mention of guns and fighting
Requested by @fandomstucklover87love
can you do a image were the reader is a new member to the team and shes like 13 nd shes there cuz she hacked tony ? and yes is kind of like my story but I love the way you wright
Authors Note: i loved your story idea man i couldn’t wait to hear more of it, honestly :) GUYS IM GETTING SO CLOSE TO 5000 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU. 

Age was not specified. Just says “kid” a few times, but age does not matter unless you have a problem with kid” :)

Avengers Masterlist. Masterlist.


“I never thought I’d see the day where Tony is losing money instead of gaining it,” Clint walked into Tony’s lab.

“We’re not talking about it,” Tony grumbled.

Clint tried to hold in his laughter when he saw the statistics on his computer. The number was dropping by thousands in a matter of seconds. Tony didn’t know how to fix it, and he had no idea why everything was dropping. He never spends this much money at once, and he knows how to invest, why was it going down?

He called Pepper to see if there were any problems he didn’t know about, and when even she was freaking out, he knew this problem was far above them. Something was going on behind the scenes that he didn’t know about, and he had no idea how to solve it. “I don’t just lose money. And if I do, it’s definitely not that fast.”

“I’ll check with Natasha, she might have an idea of what might be happening,” Clint suggested and walked out.

“FRIDAY,” Tony started, “Do you have the report yet?”

“Yes, sir,” FRIDAY began, “There seems to be tampering on the-”

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reachann  asked:

Can you please do an in-depth description of the Sheith Fam House with screenshots and floorplan? Also, their villa in Japan cos you know that they would have one. Also, what cars would they own? Those rich ass bastards.

YOU ASKED. I WILL DELIVER. I’ve always said that Shiro and Keith’s house is big. Considering Shiro is one of the top neurosurgeons and Keith being a Best Selling Author, let’s say their annual income’s in the 7 digits each. So, their house kinda shows that too in a way.

What you see here is the back of the house because obviously, who even has a pool in front? LMAO I mean, maybe Shiro and Keith would but even they’re not that crazy. Also three floors because who needs two when clearly you can have three? This family can be frugal at times but there are times when they just don’t have any chill.

Let’s take a tour at the Shirogane Residence, so more under the cut.

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Lost Home

A/N: This is my entry for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k AU Challenge. Q bit long but I hope you guys like it.

Prompt: “I don’t care if you hate me, I don’t care if you dislike me. But why would you cheat on me?”

Word Count: 2364 Words

Warnings: cheating, maybe a curse word.

“MOOOMM!!! JACOB HAS MY DOLL!!” your daughter Becca shouted from upstairs followed by the sound of someone falling.

Sighing you picked up the baby, Mason and walked the two of you up the stairs to figure out if your two oldest had killed each other yet.

When you reached the playroom, you saw the kids sitting on the floor with a broken doll in the middle of them. As they watched you come in, they started talking at the same time- both trying to speak louder than the other.

Setting Mason down on the floor to let him crawl around and entertain himself, you walked over to the broken doll and picked up the pieces. Placing them in the trash, you turned around to face your kids with your arms crossed.

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