like looking at toddler her and thinking

anonymous asked:

hey! sorry to bother you, but I dont know about the whole gremlin dva thing? what is it?

Oh wow but I wish you’d asked this off-anon, racist overwatch fans are really sensitive about this subject and like to throw little tantrums whenever anyone says anything against it! I’m gonna start from the very beginning in case anyone doesn’t know the basics of the situation

Okay, so this is D.Va:

D.Va, AKA Hana Song is a nineteen-year-old professional Starcraft player from Korea. There isn’t a perfect analogy, but in Korea, Pro Gamers aren’t viewed the way western gamers are, they’re held in a closer regard to professional athletes, or even rock stars. D.Va’s name is indicative of her personality: She’s a celebrity diva. She’s confident to a fault, she’s courageous and a bit cocky, she’s charming and she knows how to work an audience. Her fame as a pro Starcraft player has led to a career as an actress, which brought her fame worldwide. 

At age 16, through a “last starfighter/pacific rim” type situation, the Korean Government decided to address the problem of “giant robot keeps attacking Korea and traditional military tactics and regular soldiers are useless against it” by recruiting pro gamers (with their fast reflexes and unconventional tactical know-how) to pilot mechs to keep the giant robot at bay. D.Va was the best Starcraft player in the world (except her dad, the one person in the world she still can’t beat), and amazingly, she was also the best at fighting this giant robot. Because her gaming ability is what makes her so good at fighting this particular giant robot, she approaches her job the same way she approaches video games: by perpetually chasing the horizon of perfection and trying to improve her skills.

In-universe, she streams her missions worldwide on Twitch, and her fan following as a Superhero is as big as her following as a Pro Gamer or a Movie Star. Because she streams her missions, she’s often heard using gamer-speak in-combat because she’s addressing her audience directly. Outside of combat, many other heroes (like Lucio and Reinhardt) are huge fans of hers and look up to her, she’s a fan of reading scientific journals and is a bit starstruck to meet her favorite scientist (Mei) and she’s deeply hurt by the destruction she saw in her home country. She’s also sensitive about being called a child, because she’s now 19 (an adult) and a decorated soldier and deserves a certain level of respect. 

This is Gremlin D.Va:

Gremlin D.Va is a fandom-created meme based on approximately nothing from the actual game or lore except the word “gamer” in her description. Gremlin D.Va is a caricature of western white male gamers (interesting given that D.Va is a Korean woman who acts approximately nothing like western white male gamers). 

Gremlin D.Va is approximately four years old (or less!! A lot of the fanart includes her wearing diapers, sitting in strollers, sucking on a pacifier, the line is between “gremlin D.Va” and “baby D.Va” is blurry enough to be practically nonexistent). Gremlin D.Va is obsessed with doritos and mountain dew (she has her own brand of chips and sponsors a cola brand in-game, but we’ve established that the people making this meme don’t really care about what is or isn’t part of the game). She is supposed to be dirty and disgusting, she speaks in broken english even though Canon D.Va is fluent (they chalk this up to be “she’s like a baby!” but infantilization isn’t much better), she is mischievous and sneaky, she is presented as a childlike, and, well, pretty much aligns with every harmful stereotype of East Asians except the hypersexualization (which they claim makes it progressive). Also, as noted in the above picture, part of the meme is that she’s been adopted by two of the white characters, Soldier: 76 and Mercy, neither of whom she’s confirmed to have ever even met. She’s usually presented in the comics as a burden to that white man, which, yikes. 

Essentially, Gremlin D.Va is a list of harmful and baseless stereotypes and tropes about Asians and Asian-Americans like “sneaky” and “childlike” and “perverse,” and defenders of the meme like to pretend it’s okay to project lots of anti-Asian racist stereotypes onto an Asian character as long as they’re not doing so because she’s Asian, but, the fact is, it honestly doesn’t matter whether or not they mean to be racist, but it’s somewhat hard to believe it has nothing to do with the character being East Asian: It would be very different if she were a white character being treated the same way, since there’s really no cultural baggage that presents white people as subhuman (you’re literally calling her a “gremlin”) and childlike (don’t try to dispute this, half those comics put her in a damn diaper), but for SOME REASON the white characters in the game are never presented that way!

The one exception to that is in the Halloween sprays where D.Va is very much presented as a child, and defenders like to claim this makes Gremlin D.Va “canon,” although this doesn’t really hold any water, since the sprays seem to show children dressed as the heroes trick-or-treating, and almost all the heroes are given a trick-or-treater spray. Here’s just a handful, for instance:

Now, I’ve gotten yelled at a lot for calling the meme racist, and 99 times out of 100 it is, but the fact remains, even if it was totally not racist: it’s just plain not funny! It’s boring and unimaginative and doesn’t make sense! People always try to act like “it’s just a video game, it’s fictional, let us have our jokes,” and I wholeheartedly agree, except that I expect jokes to be even mildly funny. 

People also come back with “but it’s Chibi! Haven’t you ever heard of Chibi!” which, of course I have!! In fact, like all the Overwatch heroes, there’s a Chibi version of her available in the game! It doesn’t look like a screaming dorito-encrusted toddler in the care of a cheap knockoff Clint Eastwood, though, it looks like a chibi version of the character:

There she is standing next to her mech! She’s got a look and pose indicative of her trademark cocksure attitude, she’s clearly an adult and not a child, she’s not sexualized in this image without being desexualized through infantilization, and it looks like her, but in that style!! 

Now, the thing is, I know it’s futile to ask racists to stop being racist, especially when they don’t agree they are being racist. They think they’re being funny, and they try to dismiss any criticisms with “it’s not that serious,” but the thing is, if it wasn’t that serious to them, why do they throw a little tantrum whenever anyone voices discomfort with it? And I mean every single time, they whine and complain and act smugly superior because they haven’t been “offended,” but the fact is that most normal fans of the game are content to roll their eyes and scroll past their unfunny meme, and they’re the ones who get all worked up whenever they find out people don’t think it’s funny. 

Which is the most important facet of Gremlin D.Va: it’s not funny! It’s boring! It feels like the kind of thing Seth Green would write in a mediocre Robot Chicken sketch that he didn’t put all that much effort into. Even if it wasn’t racist, it just doesn’t make sense that people keep pushing this unfunny joke despite the fact that the response is more groans than laughs! In fact, most people I know mock and ridicule the people who are boring enough to find it funny! 

So, that’s basically it in a nutshell. 

For the heck of it, I decided to rewrite and expand on my idea of how Coran figures out dealing with Slav.

The multi-armed alien is curled in a tight little ball under a console in the Lions’ hanger when Coran finds him, having been tipped off by Yellow and the muttered sound of dire predictions.

A strange fellow this Slav may be, but he knows how to deal with the sight of someone having bad nightmares, and very gently taps a hand clamped over an ear with one of the cold bottles he’s carrying. “Easy, it’s just me,” he says when that draws a yelp and a frenzied attempt to curl up even smaller. “Come out of there and rehydrate before you sweat yourself to nothing.”

“I have only a twelve per cent possibility of being able to die of dehydration in my current condition,” Slav mumbles, but slinks out of his hidey-hole nonetheless. 

The bags under his eyes are pretty spectacular.

Coran gently waves the offered bottle in front of his face, and Slav eyes it suspiciously before snatching it and cracking the seal, sniffing at the spicy-sweet contents. “Belai? Why would you keep this in stock?”

He shrugs. “It’s a good idea to be stocked for everything,” he says as if that actually answers the question instead of dodges it, and pretends not to notice the very obvious change in the way Slav looks at him.

Maybe he answered more accurately than he wanted to. Oh, well.

He takes a seat on a mechanic’s stool and his slithery little drinking buddy clambers up onto the console and takes a swig. “More bad dreams about other realms?” Coran asks once Slav has had enough that the question won’t send him into a complete frenzy.

“Oh, my, yes. Always. So many. And the percentages of them happening are so high. There is a ninety-eight per cent possibility that our rescue mission on Rurikora will end with seven children dead and ourselves in captivity. Eighty-six per cent-”

“Slav. Have you ever tried not thinking about the likely timelines?” Coran asks, and Slav looks up from his bottle with a head-tilt that reminds him of Allura when she was a toddler.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, try imagining something completely outlandish. Like… Pidge becoming Queen of the Turimonquans.”

Slav blinks at him, then snorts out a barking noise that sounds like a laugh. “But that only has an-”

“Don’t tell me the percentage.”

“W-what? But you said-”

Coran thinks, tapping a fingertip against his own bottle. “Tell me… tell me what her coronation outfit looks like.”

And that, he discovers, is the secret. Never talk about the percentages. Percentages bring anxiety, and an anxious, stressed Slav is a bundle of nervous energy that drives the entire crew off the handle. 

So instead, every time Coran gets that itch up the back of his neck that means a certain alien is somewhere in the Castle having a breakdown, he quietly fishes a couple of bottles of Belai out of the cooling chambers, digs Slav out of wherever he’s hiding-

-and they talk.

About other timelines, mostly. Worlds that never happened, or have the slimmest chances of happening. But never in percentages. Instead, Coran always asks for visions, images, what Slav sees as his mind reaches out into those pathways that wind before and behind them.

“There is a timeline where we all really do end up becoming space pirates,” Slav says as he rolls his bottle back and forth between his paws.

“Yeah?” Coran takes a drink. “What are you wearing for your pirating outfit?”

“For some reason, I have many, many earrings. I do not understand. It seems very inefficient to have so many earrings.”

“Maybe it makes you look tough.”

“Hm. I have always wondered what it would be like to be the frightening-looking one for a change.”

“I don’t understand how you can put up with him,” Allura mutters when she notices the alien curled up peacefully beside him in a snoozing lump. “If I have to kick him off the piloting controls one more time, I’m going to scream.”

Coran absently pets an ear, and Slav mutters in his sleep, not about probability, but about energy sails and swords. “Just have to give him the right outlet, that’s all.”

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 36

Summary: Taking Judith weighs heavy on your mind. Smut/Fluff.

A/N: I’m sorry it’s taking so long to put out chapters, and I’m sorry if this chapter is trash. I’m having a difficult time with writing lately, and hope to be out of this rut soon!


“No one can tell what is righteous and what is wrong, what is good and what is evil.”

~ Unknown


The ride was quiet, and when you arrived back to the sanctuary the silence around the place was almost unnerving. You opened the door to the truck, climbing out carefully with Judith still clinging to your shoulders. Negan’s men barely spoke, which was unusual. Apparently even they hadn’t realized what Negan was going to do.

Even though you realized his strategy was necessary for many reasons, you still knew that it was wrong on a human level. But when you looked at the bigger picture you knew that survival was more important than morals these days, and it was something you were gonna have to put out of your mind. What was human anymore anyway? Humanity went out the window the day the dead rose and started killing those that were still alive.

Negan watched over you as you stood there, rocking Judith in your arms. She was babbling happily, and reached up to grab a handful of your hair and gave it a generous tug. You winced as she did, but smiled back at her anyway. You were just happy she wasn’t screaming bloody murder.

“I think she fuckin’ likes you.. Never pegged you as the fuckin’ babysitting type.” Negan snorted as he leaned against the truck.

You shrugged as you looked back to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see David standing near the back of the truck as he watched on, silently.

“It’s not very hard to keep a toddler entertained.” You smirked as Judith tugged on you hair again before wrapping her arms around your neck, trying to get closer to you.

“Good. She shouldn’t be a fuckin’ problem for you then.”

You shot a glance back at Negan, shaking your head quickly, “No. I can’t keep her, Negan.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Why the fuck not, darlin’?”

“I’m already in charge of three other people.” You protested, your forehead creasing.

He gave you a smirk, shrugging his shoulders, “Just fuckin’ do it, darlin’. Be motherly.”

You shut your eyes tightly, “Why not get the other wives to do it? It’s not like they do a fucking thing all day long.”

Negan sighed, a faint growl resonating in his tone, “al-fuckin-right. Let them have her.” He said standing up straight again, “But if I hear anything about her crying, and throwing a goddamn fit, you’re gonna take her back. I can’t listen to that shit 24/7.”

You nodded, and placed a hand on your hip, “Fine.”

“Take her to them. When you’re done with that shit, you go get that asshole from Alexandria. It’s time we were properly introduced.” He said, giving you a cocky smirk as he turned on his heel, and headed off in the opposite direction.

You started of towards the main building when you saw David walking up beside you. You gritted your teeth, preparing yourself for one of his snide remarks.

“Did we just do what I think we did?” He asked, looking down at Judith.

“I guess we did. At least nobody died, or are you gonna tell me how much more fucked up this is?” You rolled your eyes as stopped in your tracks, giving him a hostile stare.

He shook his head, “It’s fucked up, but I’d rather you not kill me for saying so.”

You shrugged, remembering that you blatantly threatened him earlier, “I’m over it.”

“If you say so. What do you want me to do now?” He asked, there was a certain look in his eye, you knew he wanted to leave.

“Go to your room. I’ve got to take care of some stuff.” You said, motioning for him to get lost with your head.

He gave you one last nod before you parted ways.
You continued up the stairs to the floor where you stayed with Negan, which also housed the other wives on the same hallway. For the first time, you were finally happy to visit the common room where the wives gathered during the day.
Judith had started to become restless in your arms, trying her best to break free.
You pushed the door open, not bothering to knock, since you were a wife this was technically your room as well, but you never had a reason to go there. It was well known that you weren’t exactly welcome there either, you had never been accepted by the other wives, but you didn’t care. They hated you, and you hated them.

All of them immediately became alert as the door opened to the room. Everyone hopeful that it was Negan making his daily rounds to shower them with risque compliments, and if they were lucky - a little more than that. But the atmosphere of the room turned frigid and the hopeful look on their faces changed to sneers once that they saw that it was you, and not Negan.
It would have been worse had it not been for the saving grace of the child in your arms.
Their eyes seemed to light up at again at the sight of her, their maternal instincts obviously coming out.
Most of the women were either mothers at one time, or either women who desperately wanted a baby.

“Where’s Sherri?” You asked one of the wives.
She was a redhead, lounging on the sofa in a black evening dress. For the life of you, you couldn’t remember her name, and you weren’t sure if you even knew it to begin with.
She slowly lifted herself from the couch and walked over towards you, purposely ignoring you, but bending down slightly to greet Judith.

“She yours?” She asked, barely interested in an answer from you, but knowing she had to say something. Judith reached out to the woman opening and closing her hands in a grabbing motion, no doubt wanting to be held by someone new.
You adjusted her in your arms again, shaking your head, “No. She’s not mine. Where Sherri?” You asked again.

The woman, not being able to dodge the question anymore, stood back up straight, brushing some hair behind her ear before giving you a sour look, “Why do you need her?”

You pursed your lips as your eyebrows knitted together at her attitude, “It’s not your business.”

“It kind of is. Sorry if we’re not so eager to let you know where she is. You never have anything to do with us, unless you’re killing us.” She snapped back, her eyes burning into you.

You grunted in frustration, they were really working your nerves amd they knew it. If you could have your way, they’d all be done for, but you knew far too well that the thought itself was off limits.

“I’m not here to kill any of you.” You paused for a moment, “Not today anyway.” You said with a shit eating grin.

She scowled back at you as did the rest of them suddenly at you comment, “I don’t know where Sherri is.”

You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them back up to meet her hostile gaze again, “Whatever. Look, I don’t have time to take care of the kid.” You said gesturing to Judith, “So, which one of you wants to play mommy?”

The redhead crossed her arms again, and looked behind her to the other wives - some of them visibly shaking their heads “no” amd other nodding quickly - they were silently debating. After a few moments, she finally turned back to you, “I’ll do it. What’s in it for me?”

“Nothing. These are Negan’s orders. Do you want to interrupt his busy schedule just to ask him what you’d get out of it?” You huffed.

Her harsh glare suddenly softened when you mentioned that these were orders directly from the man himself, “Fine.” She sighed, holding her arms out to take Judith from yours gently. Judith was grabbing for the woman, obviously relishing the thought of being held by someone new.

“Feed her. Change her. Keep her happy, that’s all you have to do.” You said in a plain tone.

The wife rolled her eyes, “I think I could have figured that out.”

“Good. I hope for your sake that you could. I’ll come back and check on her from time to time. Whatever things you need to take care of her, you can ask for it, or take your ass down to the market like a normal person and get it yourself. There’s no reason for you to fuck this up.. So, don’t give me a reason-” You cut yourself off to drag your hand across your gun. You didn’t need to finish the sentence, she understood, and it was made all the more clear when she swallowed nervously. She nodded once more, and you left the room to go back downstairs.

Once you arrived back at the makeshift apartments, you headed down another long hallway, looking for Eugene’s room.
He was on the same hallway as David, and for a moment you thought about stopping in to check on him, but didn’t see the real point in doing so.
You finally found Eugene’s door and stood outside of it for a moment, you could hear the T.V. going from inside. You knocked on the door loudly a few times.

“Enter.” Came the voice from the otherside.

You opened it and entered, closing the door behind you.
Eugene was seated in front of the TV, his eyes never leaving it as he a played a video game.
You sat on the edge of the bed, watching him to see if he’d look at you, but he wouldn’t.

You cleared your throat, leaning forward, “So, how are you liking it here?”

He made no effort to answer you and only gave you a small glance before giving his full attention back to the game.
You dropped your head momentarily, smiling as you lifted it back up to look at him, “Let me guess, you blame me for all this shit, too?”

After a few more moments of silence, it was finally broken when he decided to speak, “Negative. I do not judge your proclivities as to why you remain here, or why you fraternize with these people, even if you are considered an enemy now.”

You laughed softly, he always had a way of speaking that made it seem like he just stepped out of a science lab, “Jesus. I see you haven’t changed a bit.”

“I wasn’t under the impression that it was a requirement.” He said in a monotone voice.

You rolled you eyes and stood back up, “It was a joke.” You paused for a moment as you look around the room, “How can we make you more comfortable around here. Is there anything you need?”

He paused the game, finally seeming interested in what you were saying, “.. Well, I’d like to acquire some better reading material. The bookshelf is pretty sparse, and although, The Playboys I was given were a thoughtful gesture.. I’d prefer something intellectual.. I’d also like some pickles.” He said timidly, pointing to the shelf behind you.

You snorted with laughter as you turned around to see that there were indeed a stack of Playboys on his bookshelf, it was no doubt Negan’s handywork.

“Well, I see Negan gave you a housewarming gift.” You said as you turned back to him, “We have a library here. You can check it out for yourself - as for the pickles, we don’t have any.”

“Library?” He asked surprised, his head perking up.

You nodded back, “Daryl would have been able to see it, too, if he hadn’t hightailed it.”

“He escaped?” Eugene asked, tilting his head towards you.

“Yeah, do you know where he is?”

He shook his head quickly, “No, I don’t.. I’d tell you if I did.”

“Sure.” You said as you walked to the door, “You ready to go?”

“I was already given a fair rundown of what your facility offers by one of your colleagues. I have no need to see anymore at this moment.” He said bluntly, his eyes on the TV screen again.

You bit the inside of your cheek and took a step towards the television, turning it off, “This isn’t an afternoon stroll in the park, Eugene, and It’s non-negotiable. So get up.”

He looked up at you nervously before rising off the sofa.
He followed behind you as you exited the room, neither of you speaking much as you made your way throughout the building.
You showed him the main parts of the building where he would be spending most of his time when he wasn’t in his room, and he seemed less than interested.
When you finally got to the comissary, it was packed with people.
Eugene looked around like a deer in headlights as he followed beside you closely, bringing his arms into his chest.

“Anybody explained the points system to you yet?” You asked, keeping your eyes forward as you walked passed the various venders that were in charge of selling goods and other items.

“No one has elaborated on that. No.” He said in a low tone as he looked around as if he was in a daze.

“Real simple. You’re a smart guy, so I’m sure you can follow. Whatever job you get around here, depending on what that is, it pays a certain amount of points a day. With those points, you can come here,” you spread your arms out as if you were advertising the place, “..And spend those hard earned points on whatever the hell you want. All you do is write down what you do, how many points something is worth, and sign your name. That’s it.”

“I understand.” He said, looking over the place with more interest than he had previously shown. You could tell if it was genuine, or just for the fact that he was scared shitless.

“With the points you earn, I’d start by getting a haircut.” You teased, pointing to his hair.

“What?” He asked confused.

You pointed to a man seated in a chair across the walkway getting his hair trimmed, “Barber. Might be able to kill that thing on your head.”

You kept walking and finally stopped in front of a table of someone who was selling food that they had made, “Well, it must be your lucky day, Eugene.” You smirked as you opened a jar of pickles on the table, and pulled one out to taste it, “That’s some decent do it yourself stuff.” You said, taking another out the jar to hand to Eugene.

“No, thank you.” He said shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes, and dropped it back into the jar, leaning down to sign your name on the points clipboard for purchase. Since you never worked for points all you had to sign was:
(Y/N) - Wife

You picked up the jar and thrust it into his arms, he grabbed it and gave you a look of confusion, “What’s this?”

“Consider it a small peace offering - a gift. Whatever you wanna call it.”

“Thank you.”

“You want something, then take it, Eugene. Now follow me, it’s time you met the boss again.”

His eyes widened as he knew you were refering to Negan, and it was obvious that Eugene was terrified. You could see him go pale as a look of sickness came over his face, and beads of sweat instantly formed on his forehead. He still followed behind you obidiently as you led him out into the yard. He clung to the jar of pickles for dear life as he spotted Negan standing in front of a chain-link fence where the walkers were kept to protect the front gate, he was talking to a few other saviors.
You stood there quietly, waiting for him to finish talking. He noticed the both of you immediately, giving you a pleased smile.
You returned a weak smile to him, the activities of the day were still fresh in your head, and it made you nervous to think of it.
It brought questions into your mind, making you wonder what else Negan was really capable of doing if pushed to a certain point. It made you think that maybe you, yourself weren’t as immune to his actions as you thought you might be.

Negan threw his hands up as he turned his attention to Eugene, “There he is. Man of the fuckin’ hour. Come over here, big fella.” Negan said excitedly as he motioned him forward.

Eugene gave you a urgent glance before he took a few hesitant steps forward to Negan.
Negan tilted his head at Eugene, his forehead creasing.

“Well don’t be goddamn rude, asshole. It’s common courteousy to say hello when someone greets you.” He said in a berating tone. Negan didn’t really give a shit whether he greeted him or not, this was just another way to take him down a couple of notches, and stay in control.

“H-Hello.” Eugene stammered, keeping his eyes lowered.

Negan nodded, “That’s fuckin’ better was that so fuckin’ hard?”

Eugene shook his head.

Negan threw his arm around Eugene, making him jump, “Did you like my little fuckin’ housewarming gift? Every man needs a stack of skin books sitting around.”

Eugene nodded, “I appreciate the gesture.. But I usually prefer something more.. Scientific.”

Negan gave him a confused look, “You mean to fuckin’ tell me you’d rather fuckin’ read about evolution, or some shit like that instead of looking at tits?”

“Y-yes?” Eugene said cautiously, not sure if which answer he was supposed to give.

Negan narrowed his eyes, staring daggers into him until his face went completely calm.
He laughed hard, and slapped Eugene on the shoulder, “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about! You’re a man who can stay focused, and wont get sidetracked.” He said, biting his lip, “Shit, I can’t have you sitting in your fuckin’ room all day giving yourself carpal tunnel, if you know what I mean.”

The rest of the saviors laughed along with Negan as Eugene stood there, looking even more nervous than before.

Once the laughter died down, Negan cleared his throat, “Look, I know you’re fuckin’ new here, so.. who are you?” He said, throwing his arm out, looking around to the rest of you.

“I’m Negan.” You, and the rest of the saviors said in unison.

Negan nodded in praise, and a proud smile can over his face as he stepped closer to Eugene, “I know you remember Lucille.” He said holding the bat up to his face closely, making Eugene shut his eyes tightly for fear that Negan was going to end him right there.
He pointed to the imperfection in Lucille where the bullet had imbeded itself in her, “You see this shit right here? You might wanna look real fuckin’ close.. That right there is the goddamn bullet you made.” A dangerous look came over Negan’s face as he spoke, “.. Now under regular fuckin’ circumstances I’d be showing you that spot over and over, and fuckin’ over.”

Eugene’s breathing quickened, he held the jar even closer to his chest now, terrified that this wasn’t a regular meeting. You looked on curiously, even you didn’t know if this would end badly for him, or not.

“See, all I really want to fuckin’ know is if you are indeed a smart mother fucker.” Negan said, looking down at him, “You know fuckin’ things?”

Eugene looked back up at him, his breath was ragged, and he seemed like he was on the verge of tears. You could see Negan’s impatience growing.

“Answer the question.” He growled.

“I- I taught myself to cast the bullets.. I found a machine shop with the necessary..” He he trailed off as he started to shake seeing the grimace on Negan’s as he grew more restless with Eugene’s talking, “.. I read.. A lot.. Which is why I wanted the books..” He stammered on for a few more seconds.

He laid he head back, shaking it as he spoke again, “Man, you really are just some fuckin’ asshole, aren’t you?” He asked, putting emphasis on every word.

Eugene shook his head, “No. I am not.” His eyes scanned over Negan as he approached him closer, “I have PHD’s in Biochemistry.. As well as immunology and microbiology, and I have completed my doctorate - which makes me a doctor..”

As he kept up with his list of credentials, Negan paced back and forth in his spot, wanting to hear something impressive from him.
You couldn’t tell if Negan was pleased by his answer, or figured him to be full of shit.

There was a loud groan from one of the impaled walkers nearby, making all of you turn your heads towards the sound.
You could see the rotten skin separating from the abdomen as the weight forced it apart in a bloody, disgusting mess as it ripped apart completely, falling to the ground.
You covered your mouth quickly at the sight uttering a low “ugh.”

Negan hummed lightly as he watched the mess and turned back to Eugene, “Uh-huh.. Alright, Doctor smarty pants, you oughta be able to crack this fuckin’ problem without breaking a goddamn sweat.” He pointed back to the fence where the walkers were, “You see that I’ve obviously got a lot of free goddamn labor around here, these living dead shits that help keep the riff raff out. See, the problem is, after a while they become pretty goddamn useless to me when they fall apart like that.. Now, can you tell me how to fuckin’ fix that?”

Eugene remained quiet for a moment, looking around as if he was trying to come up with with a quick solution. For a moment you thought he had no idea what he was doing, until he finally spoke up.

“You posses an operational smelter?” Eugene sniffed nervously.

“And?” Negan said rolling his eyes.

“Then you posses the means to resolve your issue. Step one: melt down scrap metal.. Step two: pour it over the compromised walker as they are in contact with the chain-link.. Once it cool it will keep the compromised walker upright while fixating it to the fence.”

Negan leaned back and looked at Eugene wide-eyed, “Goddamn. If that isn’t the coolest shit I’ve ever fuckin’ heard. Not only is this practical.. It’s fuckin’ badass.” Negan ran his tongue over his lips as he stated at him for a moment, obviously impressed, “Look at you doctor fuckin’ smarty pants.” He put his arm around Eugene again, “Did Rick ever have you doing this kind of valuable work for him?”

Eugene glanced over at Negan fearfully.

Negan sighed, “That’s his fuckin’ loss, our gain.. Y'know I feel like I gotta give you some kind of goddamn signing bonus.”

“Well I- I was gifted these pickles.” Eugene said, shaking his head.

Negan chuckled, and looked over to you, “Yeah, I see my fuckin’ wife has shown you some hospitality.” He ran a hand over his face, you could tell he was in thought. He finally looked back over to Eugene, “That’s not a bad fuckin’ idea.. Hospitality.. I tell you what, as a goddamn token of my appreciation, I’m gonna send a few of my wives to your apartment tonight.”

Negan licked his lips again and leaned towards Eugene, “No sex. That is a grave fuckin’ no-no around here.. But you can laugh, have a few fuckin’ drinks, have some goddamn dinner. Trust me, there is nothing like the company of beautiful fuckin’ women to make you feel human again.”

Your stomach dropped suddenly when you heard this. Sending a few of his wives to another man’s apartment.. Did he mean you? You were confused, you had never seen Negan send any of the wives to entertain another man, and you definitely didn’t want to be one of them. You knew there would be no sex, but you did like the idea of being turned out, even if it was only for entertainment purposes.

“I wouldn’t wanna think about that.. Did um- Did you just say wives, meaning plural?” Eugene said, shifting his eyes to Negan, giving him a curious expression.

A cocky smile appeared on Negan’s face, “Hell. Yes. I did.” He sucked his teeth, “That pretty little thing you used to know is one of ‘em.” He said gesturing to you.

Eugene turned his head towards you, giving you a confused looked as he blinked. You crossed your arms and kept his gaze until a whistle came from Negan.

“Eyes over here, asshole.” He said sternly, “Now, what do you fuckin’ say to that kind of hospitality?”

“T- thank you.” Eugene replied, lowering his head.

Negan breathed deep and nodded, “Good. Now have yourself a fun fuckin’ night, and remember the rules. Someone escort doctor smarty pants back to his fuckin’ room, and get a few fuckin’ wives over there, and don’t bother me for the rest of the goddamm night.” Negan said, patting his shoulder before walking towards you.

You stood there quietly as he walked over to you, Lucille swinging freely by his side. You lips stretched into a thin line as he got close to you, “Do I have to attend the festivities?”

He squinted, “What? That shit for him?” Negan motions his head towards Eugene, who was now being taken back into the building by Simon.

You nodded back to him.

“Fuck no, darlin’. I won’t ever have you fuckin’ entertaining anyone, except me.” He said seriously, propping Lucille onto his shoulder.

You gave a small smirk, “What do you need me to do now?”

“You’re off the hook for the night, baby. What I want you to do is go up to my fuckin’ room, and wait for me. I’ll be up in 10.” He said in a deep tone.

“What for?” You asked.

Negan raised an eyebrow, getting annoyed at your question.
He placed his hand on your chin, making you look up at him, “Because babydoll, I want some goddamn entertainment of my own tonight.”

You gave another nod and smiled, “Yes, sir.”

Later on, you made it back into Negan’s room to wait for him like he had told you to do. You decided to have drink while you waited. Luckily, Negan kept his own stash of alcohol - a very good stash at that - You walked over to the makeshift bar he had setup, and grabbed a glass to pour some whiskey.
You brought the glass to your lips and took a long sip, the burn in your throat was intense, but you didn’t care.
You swallowed, feeling it burn all the way down, until it created a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. You stood at the window that overlooked the yard of the sanctuary, you could see the people that remained outside, the sun was setting fast, creating a mixture of colors. As you stood there, you couldn’t help but think of how you got to this point, and what you did to get there.
You didn’t hold much remorse for any of the things you did anymore, in the beginning it was hard to grasp the concept of being ruthless, but once your feelings for Negan had grown the way they did, you realized you were capable of doing things you never thought you could - but even you had your limits on certain things and taking Judith was something that didn’t sit very well with you.
You understood it was for the safety of the sanctuary, and you knew that if it was something that kept Negan safe, you were willing to do it.
Aside from the fact that she was taken, it made you worry about the repercussions that this would cause. You had been with Rick’s group long enough to know that they didn’t give up, and adding one of his children into the mix would create a monster out of him, not that you were worried about Negan.
You knew he could more than handle himself, but with how strong your feelings for him were, you couldn’t help but be concerned, you knew that a shitstorm was bound to happen - the only question was: when?

You took another sip of the whiskey when you heard the door open.
You turned back to see Negan shutting the door behind him as he set Lucille on a nearby table and slipped his jacket off before coming over to you.

“I see you got into my fuckin’ stash early.” He smirked, walking to the bar to pour himself his own glass.

“I needed it after today.” You blinked hard, rubbing your eyes with a few hand.

He took a drink from his glass and sighed, “You’re still feeling fuckin’ guilty, huh?”

You pressed your lips together as you turned your head to meet his piercing gaze, “I pushed the guilt aside. I know you did it for the right reasons, but I’m concerned.”

He smirked and set his glass down, taking a step behind you, leaning down until his beard was brushing against your ear, “Look at you sounding all goddamn official.. Gotta fuckin’ say, I like it.. Now what are you fuckin’ concerns?”

You turned your head, looking at him from the corner of your eye, “I’ve known that group long enough to know that they don’t give up easy, and now you’ve taken his child. Do you really think that’s gonna make Rick stop?”

Negan chuckled, and brought his hands up to rest on your shoulders, squeezing them, “Darlin’, you really fuckin’ think I’m not expecting retaliation from him? I have no doubt that one of them will be fuckin’ dumb enough to make a move, but it won’t be a goddamn threat to us.”

You took another sip, “I want you to be right about this.”

“You just need to fuckin’ focus on your job, and keep looking goddamn pretty for me, baby.” He purred seductively, pressing his fingers down into your shoulders, “Stop stressing over a bunch of assholes.”

You closed your eyes, leaning your head back to his chest, enjoying the pleasurable sensation, “I guess I can manage that.” You said in a soft tone.

“Your body is fuckin’ saying otherwise, darlin’. You’re so goddamn tense.” He spoke as he continued to massage your shoulders, his lips brushed over your ear until they found your neck, he laid a few rough kisses on your skin.

You breathed deeply, “Hm, I didn’t realize you were a masseuse.”

He chuckled, and you could feel him smile against your skin, “I don’t need to be a goddamn masseuse to realize when you need some fuckin’ tension relieved, baby. You think I haven’t noticed how fuckin’ wound up you’ve been lately?” He bit down on your neck this time, making a soft moan escape your lips, “Mmm, seems like you need more than just a fuckin’ shoulder rub.”

He was right. You had been tense lately, and your mood had been on the volatile side with eveeyrging going on, and with what he was doing now, you could definitely add sexual frustration to the list.
You set your glass onto the nearby table, and backed yourself into his chest, feeling his obvious erection pressing into your backside through his pants.

You smirked, “Seems like I’m not the only one that needs something.”

He wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling your head back to look at him, “It’s no goddamn secret that I wanna throw you down and fuck you, darlin’. That’s constantly in my goddamn thoughts.”

“Then let’s let’s not waste any time.” You purred as you brought your hand behind you to stroke the bulge in his pants.

He increased the pressure on your neck, “I’ll take as much fuckin’ time as I want, darlin’.” He growled into your ear, “Understand?”

“Yes, Negan.” You breathed as you continued to stroke him through his pants, teasingly.

He grunted, pulling you back towards the couch, “Fuck it. I think you might just be right about not wasting any goddamn time, babydoll.” He said roughly as he pushed you over the back of the couch, making you bend over for him.

You could feel the heat building up in your core, and the dampness between your legs becoming noticeable.
Negan let his hands run over your ass for a moment before unbuttoning your jeans, ripping them down quickly.
You could hear the clinking of his belt buckle, and the unzipping of his pants.
He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back up to his chest, “How do you fuckin’ want it?”

You paused for a moment, trying to find your words. Before you could speak, you felt the hard smack on your ass, making you moan, “Better fuckin’ speak up, babydoll.”

“Rough.” You groaned, leaning back over the couch.

“You’re speaking my goddamn language now, darlin’.” You could hear the smirk in his voice while he spoke. He brought his hand down again, and you could feel his fingers teasing your slit, enticing another moan out of you.
You were aching for him, and it seemed like he was going to take his time teasing you.

“Damnit, Negan.” You growled.

He chuckled, and slipped a finger inside of you, “You have a fuckin’ problem, baby?”

You groaned and backed up against him, trying to get his fingers deeper inside of you. You knew what he wanted from you. Negan loved to fuck, but you knew that he loved hearing you beg just as much.

“You know what the problem is.” You whimpered, reaching for his hand.

You felt another hard smack on your ass, the stinging sensation only succeeding in turning you on even more, “Then let me fuckin’ hear it one more goddamn time, darlin.”

“Please, daddy.. Just fuck me right here.” You begged.

“That’s my dirty fuckin’ girl.” He grunted back, you felt him push his fingers deeper inside of you, rubbing against your G-spot gently, making you raise yourself into your tip-toes as you Keane over further into the couch. He pulled his fingers from you, and brought them up to his lips to run his tongue across them, “You taste so fuckin’ good.” He said in a deep, seductive tone.

He pressed your body into the couch hard as you felt his cock slide into you, making the both of you grunt simultaneously.
You dug your nails into the cushions as he grabbed your waist, slamming your hips back into his without a warning, you could feel him deep inside you now as he pumped himself in and out of you roughly, making you cry out at the sensation.
The pain and pleasure that you felt was a combination that you never got tired of.
You knew that you weren’t going to last long, and you didn’t care, you just needed the release.
As he continue to roll his hips against yours, he grabbed the back of your hair, forcing you to arch your back to him.

“Negan.” You gasped out as he leaned down, sinking his teeth into your neck. You could feel your pussy already begin to tighten around his cock as he slammed into you.

“Jesus darlin’, am I gonna make you come for me this goddamn soon?” He said proudly against your skin.

“Yes.” You moaned. You could lie to him, it was hitting you harder than it usually was.

As he continued, he brought his hand down to teasingly rub your clit. Your moans became louder, and you grinded your hips against his roughly as you felt his cock rubbing against your g-spot this, the pleasure was becoming too intense for you to hold out much longer.

“Daddy.” You moaned turning your head to his as he continued to bite down into your skin.

He lifted his head, his beard rubbing against your skin sent chills down your spine, “Come on, darlin’. Show me how good I’m fuckin’ you.”

And that was all it took, before you knew it your orgasm had crept up on you without warning, and you were doubled over on the couch, moaning and screaming Negan’s name as he continued to ride you throughout your orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck!” You cried out as your breath quickened. Negan didn’t bother to slow down as he kept a steady pace, only furthering your sensitivity, making it almost unbearable.

“Christ, baby.” Negan chuckled as he thrusted himself into you roughly. It didn’t take long before him to follow in suit behind you as he grabbed your hair again, and pulled you up to his chest as he growled into your ear, and you could feel the warmth as he finished inside of you. He slammed his hips against you a few more times to ride out his own orgasm, feeling his breath in your ear.

You whimpered and collapsed over onto the couch again, breathing heavily. He pulled himself out of you, and you could feel the mess dripping down your leg, and you felt another slap on your ass.

“I didn’t realize this was gonna turn into a fuckin’ quickie.” He smiled, zipping his pants back up.

You propped yourself up onto your elbows, “Neither did I, but I needed that.”

“Are you fuckin’ relaxed now?” He said, running his tongue over his lips.

You stood back up, steadying yourself on the couch as your legs were shaky.

You turned towards him, “I am until I get tense again.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling you towards him to give you a passionate kiss, “Fuckin’ figures. I’ll just have to fuck that stress out of you.”

You bit your lip as you looked up to him, “it’s not like that’s a problem.”

He smirked, and have you a nod, “I’m going to get a fuckin’ shower. You coming?”

“That should be obvious.” You chuckled, gesturing to the mess he had made on you.

Later that night you laid in Negan’s bed after your shower, trying your best to stay awake.
He had gone back downstairs afterwards to talk to Eugene. But you were so tired that it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep before he could make it back into the room.

*Negan’s P.O.V.*

After he was done making his rounds he headed back up the stairs to his room, tired and worn out from the day’s activities.
Lucille was hanging loosely from his hand as he stomped up the stairs. He was relieved once he finally made it back.

‘Thank fuckin’ Christ.’ He thought as he opened the door to the room.

“I think he might fuckin’ workout here.” He said as he closed the door behind him, waiting for your answer. He turned and looked over to you laying in his bed, he pursed his lips once he saw that you were passed out. He shook his head and smirked, “Can’t ever fuckin’ hang.”

He set Lucille back onto his desk, and pulled his shirt off, throwing it down as he climbed into bed beside you, being careful not to wake you.
He laid his head onto his pillow, turning over to look at you.
He reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear that hung loosely in your face.

He was grateful to have you by his side, and he knew that, and it wasn’t a secret to himself that he loved you, but he wasn’t keen on expressing it, and wasn’t sure that he ever would be. He had vowed a long time go that he’d never fall in love after Lucille, but that rule has been broken the day the thought of losing you had been a real possibility. He hoped that somehow you already knew that he did, that way he didn’t have to come right out and say it, but he knew that was wishful thinking. He knew he’d have to tell you at some point, but at this point, he wasn’t ready.

*(Y/N) P.O.V.*

When the next morning rolled around, you and Negan were both up early getting ready for the day. You were sitting on the couch lacing up your boots when there was a loud knock on the door.

“This goddamm early?” Negan said, rolling his eyes, “Come in.”

The door opened as Simon appeared from the other side.
He had a cautious look on his face as he took a step in, looking like he was nervous to get close to Negan.
You knew right away that something was up, it wasn’t like Simon to cower down like this.

“Negan, there’s a problem.” He said slowly.

You could see Negan’s jaw flare as Simon spoke, “What kind of fuckin’ problem?”

Simon ran a hand through his hair, “When I went to let the wives know they’d be entertaining, I noticed something.”

“You better start making some goddamn sense, Simon.” Negan growled.

Simon let out a ragged sigh, “Sherri is missing.”

The look that came over Negan’s face next was a frightening one, made obvious by the look Simon made as negan cornered him, “What the fuck do you mean?”

“She wasn’t in the wives room. Some men and I looked around the place last night, we can’t find her.” He said, lowering his eyes.

Negan became too quiet at that point. He nodded his head slowly and slammed his fist into the door, making you jump as you watched on.

“Where’s Dwight?” He said dangerously.

“He should be in his room.” Simon answered nervously.

Negan grabbed Lucille where he had left her, gripping her handle so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, “Get some men, and we’ll pay him a fuckin’ visit.”

Simon nodded quickly and exited the room as fast as he could.

Negan turned back to you, “You fuckin’ coming?”

You gave a quiet nod, and followed out behind him. It made sense now as to why none of the wives would tell you where she was yesterday. They had to know more than they were letting on.


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Perfectly Fine

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Request: Could you do a dean fic where he saved the reader on a case long ago and they’ve been dating since. But then on djinn hunt dean gets captured and put into the dream world and while their he finds the reader. She’s living an apple pie life with another guy and two kids. When the reader and Sam saves dean from the djinn he feels guilty for pulling her into the hunting life. The end like an angsty/fluff mix where the reader promises she wouldn’t want that life. 

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,100ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Angst & fluff? This definitely leans to one of those…

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Sparks Chapter 13

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Bucky and y/n go to a children’s birthday party! Bucky’s arm getting poked and prodded by little toddlers. 

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 40,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Prompt Request 6

#53 with Kai x Reader

Requested by: @can-you-siriusly-stop , I changed a few things. I hope you don’t mind, love!

Warnings: It’s just lots of fluff!

Originally posted by labellabestiadurmiente

Y/N stepped out of the shower, the bathroom mirror was damp and the floor very wet. She could smell the delicious cupcakes, waiting downstairs in the oven. Y/N grabbed two towels, one for her hair and one for her body. She smiled to herself. A night in, eating cupcakes, freshly showered and watching her favorite tv shows was just what she needed. It had been a hell of a week. Her friends, the Mystic Fall’s Gang, had been in trouble again. They were trying to keep the struggle away from her, because they thought she couldn’t handle it. Y/N had always been the sweetheart in the group, so everyone was quite protective of her. Ironically, this was just spurring her on to do dangerous things and get herself into risky situations and a lot of trouble. Nothing could scare her, it was as if she tried to prove to her friends that she was indeed a badass. Not some little damsel in distress. Dancing around, Y/N was humming a happy song. Suddenly, there was noise to be heard, coming from downstairs, it sounded like glass had been shattered. Y/N turned her head and furrowed her brows. She opened the door slowly, the towel pressed to her body. Y/N pressed herself to the wall and  glanced around the corner. One of the windows had been broken and glass was laying on the floor. Someone was inside her house. Damons voice popped up in her head,’…and as soon as something strange happens, call me.’ Y/N knew she should call him, but the curiosity, that was bubbling inside of Y/N, got the better of her. Slowly, careful to avoid any kind of noise, that would tell the intruder she was coming, Y/N slipped down the stairs. But she came to a quick stop on the last step. Y/N cursed under her breathe. How was she supposed to avoid stepping into the glass? An idea flashed through her mind, the towel that had been wrapped around her hair fell to the floor and was now used as a bridge. Y/N could feel cold drops of water running down her spine. Lurking behind the wall, Y/N could catch a glimpse of the person standing in her kitchen. Was that.., Kai Parker? Y/N blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. Was Kai Parker, feared psychopath and overall rude person, actually standing in her kitchen, eating the cupcakes she had baked for herself? 

Even though she was aware of the fact, that the person standing in front of her was dangerous, she stepped out of her hiding spot. He was a challenge, she thought to himself. ‘It’s pretty rude to just eat the cupcakes someone else made,’ she said, raising a brow and pressing the towel to her still damp body. The heretic turned around. Small crumbs were sticking to the corner of his mouth and the mousse, that had once been the decoration of the cupcake, was smeared all over his nose and shirt. Y/N scrunched her nose. Who knew Kai Parker had the eating skills of a three year old. ‘Oh,’ he mumbled, his mouth still stuffed with the cupcake he was holding,’ I j-just..’ he stocked,’ shouldn’t you be like..scared?’ He came a few steps closer to take a closer look at Y/N. ‘ You look like a toddler. To assume I should be scared is quite hilarious,’ she replied, a cocky grin spread across her face. Kai clenched his teeth. He knew who the girl in front of him was. She was the one, Damon and his friends, had tried to hide from him. ‘Seriously, who crawls through someones window at 11pm to go for cupcakes?’ Y/N scoffed. ‘Well, maybe you shouldn’t leave them in the oven, where everybody could just steal them?’ the heretic answered, crossing his arms in front of his chest. ‘ you literally crawled through my window. I don’t think that’s something people normally do,’ Y/N mocked. ‘ You’re pretty cheeky. Since you’re one of Damons friends I figure you know me, so, I think you should be a little nicer.’ Kai sat down on the edge of the kitchen table. ‘ Or what?’ Y/N giggled,’ Are you gonna turn me into a frog?’ Kai looked at her sharply. ‘ No, but I could make you drop that little towel in your hands,’ he smirked, he looked like the devil himself. 

Y/N could feel chills running down her spine. She enjoyed provoking him, getting a reaction out of him, but she knew she had to be careful. Something about Kai was just so attracting. Y/N had been lost in thought for a while and Kai thought she was ignoring him. He let the distance between them vanish, by coming closer to Y/N. ‘Hey,’ Kai said, waving his hand in front of her face,’ are you still here?’ Y/N lifted her head to look at him. Kai’s palms started sweating. Something about her wet skin, damp hair and these big beautiful eyes, confused him. Why was he feeling nervous all of a sudden? For a minute, Kai felt helpless, lost in her eyes. ‘ Do you know that you are looking like the Cookie Monster?’ Y/N chuckled and wiped the crumbs off of Kai’s mouth, she rested her fingers on his face for a few seconds, before she realized what she was doing. Y/N had to admit it. Kai was very attractive. 

Y/N wrapped the towel tighter around herself and took a step backwards. ‘As I can see, you haven’t eaten all of the cupcakes. I guess the rest of that is mine, but if you’d liked to,’ she said a little bit startled,’ you can stay.’ Kai couldn’t believe it. Why wasn’t she afraid of him? Y/N backed away some more. ‘I’m gonna put on some clothing and if you’re still here by the time I come back, great. If not, thats okay,’ she said and went up the stairs, careful not to step into the glass, that was still laying around. Y/N locked her door, just in case, Kai was still dangerous. Her heart was beating and she had to sit down for a minute. What had just happened? Did she really just invite the man, all her friends had warned her about, to stay and watch movies with her? Y/N just shook her head and let out a small laugh, before she started putting on her pajamas. She really was crazy. Her pajama was consisting of a white, oversized shirt and shorts with little red hearts on them. A look in the mirror and Y/N made her way back to the kitchen to see if Kai had actually stayed. The first thing she noticed was that someone had cleaned the glass off of the floor. ‘Kai,’ she called out for him, as she entered the kitchen. An unidentifiable sound was coming from her living room and Y/N followed that sound. Kai was sitting on her couch, his mouth stuffed with another cupcake. ‘ I jusfcoulntresid,’ Kai mumbled, letting the crumbles fall from his mouth onto Y/N’ s couch. Y/N chuckled and sat down next to him. She wrapped a blanket around herself. ‘ Thank you for cleaning the glass off of the ground,’ she smiled. Kai winked at her and offered her a cupcake. 

‘But you’re gonna have to pay for my window anyway,’ Y/N said, taking bite from the cupcake. 

Dangerous Woman- Part 7

A/N:The moment you all have been waiting for! :) LOVE YOU ALL!! Be ready for the next part… something different…

Warnings:Maybe swearing? Sad feelings? Fluffy!

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of Tony Stark to become the head lawyer for the Avengers. You never expected your life to change but fate has a funny way of turning everything upside down.  

Bucky x Reader

Part 6

Originally posted by kingsebastian

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Innocence And Sin ❉ Prologue

Member(s): G-Dragon x Reader
Type: Mafia!AU (Violence/Fluff/Angst/Eventual Smut)
Words: 1,310
Plot: What if you’re entire life turned out to be a pre-planned lie?

》 FAQ // Masterlist

“It’s sad, really,”  Saint mockingly chuckled at the cowering woman in front of him. “Your husband was good at his job. A little cop who got himself in the mafia world, I have to say, it’s impressive.” he spoke with a strong voice. He scratched the small stubble on his face, letting out a sigh that almost sounded like he actually cared about the situation.

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You’re Safe Here.

Originally posted by negankylo

Originally posted by iosonoomega

This is the third part to A Touch. The link to the first two parts at the bottom. If you want to be tagged in this or any of my other stories please let me know :)

Reader has a bad run in with one of Negan’s men. It ending with Negan saving her and being surprisingly sweet to her. This is a bit of a longer one.

Reader X Negan

Warnings: Swearing, almost rape.Blood.


After my kiss with Negan I threw myself in my work just wanting to forget everything. After a few hours Alexa made me stop and go get food. Her worried about me getting sunstroke.

Walking toward my room I took a drink of the bottle of water I had, lost in thought. Maybe that’s why I didn’t see Dwight and Daryl before I ran into them. I didn’t realize I bumped into them until I felt the hard floor on my back.

“Oww.” I say looking up only to be met with a glare from Dwight.

“Y/N?” Daryl asks his voice rough as if it hasn’t been used in a while.

“Daryl?” I ask standing up and trying to take a step closer to him only to be stopped by Dwight.

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anonymous asked:

kakashi trash #1 here, can i get headcanons of my boy kakashi and a little baby daughter

Thank you for the request.  It be cute to see Kakashi with a little girl that had his hair but a more cheerful personality that could brighten his day. ^.^ And I think we are all trash for Kakashi hahaha

Headcannons of Kakashi with a baby daughter

  • Kakashi falls in love with his baby girl the moment she is passed from the nurse’s arms to his. He’s not too sure how to hold a baby at first but the nurse guides him and one look at the sleeping baby in his arms and he feels warmth fill his being.
  • Kakashi talks softly to his daughter when she’s a baby but when she hits that toddler age like 2 or 3, he talks more normal with her. When he tells her not to do something, he’ll explain rationally why he doesn’t want her to do something instead of being that parent that yells and says because I said so.
  • Kakashi tries to be as loving and caring to his daughter as his father was to him. Sometimes he feels he is not adequate enough because there are times when he doesn’t know what to do about his kid. Like for instance when the baby is younger and they are colicky. He will try everything in the baby books just so he can put the baby to sleep.
  •  As his child grows older, Kakashi would introduce his daughter to his ninken. He be amused by the way his daughter tries to pet and play with his dogs. The ninken may or may not be happy about it, depending on which one it is.
  • I could see Kakashi trying to put his daughter’s hair into a ponytail and it just coming out crooked. Kakashi will think it’s cute enough but his daughter might whine about it at 4 years old. Kakashi would laugh lightly and shrug his shoulders about it, saying she looked beautiful anyway.  

Chapter 2

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

You opened your eyes and moaned when you noticed that you laid flat on your stomach on a floor that smelled like beer. Every muscle and bone in your body hurt. “Bonnie Bennett. I hate you.” You hissed between your teeth and tried your very best to push yourself up.

“What did you do to piss her off?”

Once your feet were on the ground again you straightened your back and slowly you turned around.

Kai sat on the stage. Chains tied his body to the chair, but his devilish smirk hadn’t faded.

“That’s for me to know and for you to guess.” You crossed your arms over your chest and cocked your head. “I see she did quite a number on you.”

“O, those chains? No big deal. I’d even call it kinky.” He bit his lips. “Although, I think the excitement started to fade a couple of hours ago already. So, we’ll have to do the entire foreplay again, I’m afraid.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You do realize she was not planning on coming back ever again, do you?” You walked towards him.

Bonnie had been smart enough to lock the chains with magic, but it wasn’t something you couldn’t fix.

If you wanted to fix it that was.

“Really? She wasn’t planning on coming back? This wasn’t all part of some sexual fantasy she wanted to play out with me?” Kai rolled his eyes. “I might have some unusual connections in my brain, but that doesn’t mean my brain stopped functioning completely.” He stared at you and the look in his eyes hardened. “Are you going to free me? Or could you at least make this thing play another song?”

“What did you do to piss her off that much that she let two toddlers create an entire prison world, which you can’t even fully enjoy because she tied you to chair in this bar with this horrible music and an even worse brand of beer on the tap.”

“Me? Why do you automatically assume that I did something?” Kai spoke softly, before his lips curled up into a mocking smile. “I don’t think she liked me going after the twins with an axe that much. I thought it was a fun game to play. Instead they knocked me out and I woke up here.”

You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath. “Haven’t you outgrown hide and seek by now, Kai Parker?” You shook your head and walked towards the iron chains. Carefully you placed your hand on them and after you had murmured a few latin words you heard a loud click.

“Finally!” Kai jumped up and rushed towards the music player to look for another tune. “Damn, I had never thought I could grow to hate a certain song this much. Talking about which, I’m getting quite hungry too. I think I’m gonna find some burger restaurant somewhere in this ghost town.” He stared at you for a moment before he opened the door and disappeared to who knew where.

You sighed and a part of you wondered why you had asked Bonnie to bring you here.

G - Dragon Mafia!AU (preview)

Tell me what you think! Should it continue?

“It’s sad, really,” Saint mockingly chuckled at the cowering woman in front of him. “Your husband was good at his job. A little cop who got himself in the mafia world, I have to say, it’s impressive.” he spoke with a strong voice. He scratched the small stubble on his face, letting out a sigh that almost sounded like he actually cared about the situation.

The woman kept her glare firm, but her shaking body gave away her fear. She knew about her husband’s business, his plans on becoming a part of Saint’s gang so he could take them down. The only part he missed was the fact that a mafia boss knew the name of every cop in town. He played along for awhile, allowing her husband to have false hope that he could go through with it. That was until he got bored and decided to put a bullet in his head before going after the only person who knew about the situation. His wife.

“You’re very beautiful. It’s such a waste.” Saint laughed as his he pulled his gun from its holster. The woman sobbed as it pressed against her forehead, half-heartedly accepting her fate. Saint looked at her, a malicious glint in his eyes as he cocked his gun. But the second he went to pull the trigger, a small voice interrupted.

“Mommy? Why are you crying mommy?” a little girl spoke from the doorway. The girl, who couldn’t be older than 5 years old met his curious gaze with an angry pout, “Did you make my mommy cry?” she asked, the glare on her face exactly like her mother’s.

Her mother tried to hush the girl, coax her into going into the living room. There was a reason they never brought the girl up. Especially in front of him.

“Well, well, well. Now who are you?” he asked the little girl, bending down to her eye level. He got a small smile from her as she told him proudly. The little girl was astonishing. Dark brown hair that seemed to be as long as she was, her hazel eyes filled with worry as she looked at her mother. He couldn’t help but think of Jiyong. “I have a son about your age, you know? I’m sure he’d love to meet you some day.” Saint grinned at the little girl.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t you touch my daughter.” the woman growled at him. She received a scoff from him as he still watched the toddler who’d gone to comfort her mother. 

“It looks like it’s your lucky day, Ada. I think I found your way into repaying your husband’s debt.” he laughed as he reached for a cigarette in his back pocket. Ada watched as he lit the death stick, taking a long puff before yanking her daughter from her hands. The men behind Saint finally came forward, grabbing onto Ada’s arms as she jumped towards him.

“I am begging you. Don’t do this.” she pleaded, keeping her eyes on the young girl who now fought against the man’s grip. Saint rolled his eyes, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and pushing the burning item onto the girl’s right arm.

Ada watched in horror as her daughter wailed, unable to push the grown man away as he burned her arm. “She’ll make a beautiful bride.” he stated. The cigarette was finally pulled away from the girl’s skin, a deep, dark symbol being left in its place.

A dragon.

-Admin H

HBO’s Girls starter sentences

season 6, part 1 of 2
episodes 1 through 5
76 starters
feel free to change gender pronouns
content warning: cussing, sexual themes

  • “Oo, well, that’s not very lady-like.”
  • “I give zero fucks about anything, yet I have a strong opinion about everything, even topics I’m not informed on.”
  • “I don’t get how people pick themselves up and keep going.”
  • “I definitely feel like I’m more of a dumpling than a woman at this point in my life.”
  • “I just can’t have you sleeping at my place anymore every night.”
  • “I’m gonna fuck my way to the middle.”
  • “Everyone here kinda talks in this slow unintelligible way that borders on just, like, Matthew McConaughey-Hell.”
  • “Take your shirt off, and put it in the shirt section… Goodbye, shirt!”
  • “If I need a tip about what to talk about at a dinner party in 2005, I’ll call you on your flip-phone.”
  • “I don’t remember much about last night, but I don’t feel violated in any way, so, um… that’s good.”
  • “I don’t want you to be all sick by yourself. You can stay here.”
  • “Is there anything creepier than a fish?”
  • “It’s so much easier to love something than to hate it, don’t you think? Love’s the easiest thing in the world.”
  • “It’s like everyone’s so busy chasing success and, like, defining themselves, they can’t even experience pleasure.”
  • “If you don’t believe in your own goodness, you can’t expect anyone else to.”
  • “By the way, me telling you this does not make me a bad secret keeper.”
  • “I just can’t believe _____ roped me into this.”
  • “Where the fuck do you even get a car like this?”
  • “That was super depressing and totally inappropriate.”
  • “_____, if you’re gonna be such a bitch, why did you even come?”
  • “That’s my best friend. She’s, like, stuck in this, like, psycho-sexual hamster wheel with this total fuck-nugget.”
  • “You were looking at the girl in the yogurt place! I saw! You were staring at her!”
  • “We can’t all be perfect, okay? Everyone has their own path.”
  • “_____, you dumb slut, get down here!”
  • “It can be hard to have observations about other people when you’re only thinking about yourself.”
  • “Do you promise that we’ll always be friends?”
  • “He looks like someone in the Pacific Northwest knit a man.”
  • “Who the fuck are you to say ‘grow up’?”
  • “I’m a horny motherfucker with the impulse of a toddler.”
  • “If not me, who? And if not now, when?”
  • “I am so sick of gray areas.”
  • “What are your dreams for the next five years? Sorry to sound like a People Magazine interview.”
  • “You can’t let politics dictate what you read or who you fuck.”
  • “What would be better than to, like, ruin someone’s life with your wanton sex appeal and, like, icicle sharp intellect?”
  • “Your bed smells like snacks.”
  • “Is green tea alright for you, _____?”
  • “This thing is itchy as fuck!”
  • “I wanna die inside the mouth of a lion with you, and that way we can be together forever, even in the moment of our own death.”
  • “I think I may have been a child sociopath. I mean, I’ve completely outgrown it, but… I’m a miracle. I think I may have to write a term paper on me.”
  • “I’m sure it’s fine. Can’t you just go back and apologize?”
  • “Money literally grows on trees.”
  • “I’m worried about you, _____. You’re smart, you’ve always been smart, but your priorites are cuckoo-bananas.”
  • “You know what, _____? You’re starting to really fucking piss me off.”
  • “It’s been a brutal fucking day. I’m not getting into this with you right now.”
  • “I’m not calling you a waste of space. I’m calling you a waste of potential.”
  • “No one’s making movies about actual human people anymore.”
  • “We might be a pair of goddamn geniuses.”
  • “Yeah, I literally hate death.”
  • “It’s super random, but I’m just not gonna die, like, ever.”
  • “You okay, _____? You’re looking a little… unhinged.”
  • “Are you still hung up on that? Dude, it’s not healthy.”
  • “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
  • “You’re weirder than even me.”
  • “_____, I can’t get over how great you look.”
  • “Do you think it’s so insane if I keep it?”
  • “Yeah, we were all little kids once. It’s wild.”
  • “I don’t need you here. I want you here.”
  • “Are you really this cliché, _____?”
  • “I’m not a bad person, by the way.”
  • “I don’t want you to look at me.”
  • “You shouldn’t have to deal with this. I’m so fucking crazy.”
  • “My head feels so noisy.”
  • “I’m gonna ruin your life. I am.”
  • “I don’t care if you ruin my life. At least you’ll have been in my life.”
  • “Do you have any idea of what my life is like on a day-to-day basis?”
  • “I’m alone. This is it for the rest of my life.”
  • “Stop fucking saying that.”
  • “Do not move. You have really fucked up my day.”
  • “I’m sorry you’re so angry. I was going to try and explain it to you if you’d just let me start at the beginning.”
  • “To be perfectly truthful, I think it’s a really bad idea.”
  • “I understand that this might seem crazy, but I need you.”
  • “You’re not ready for this.
  • "I’m gonna say this to your face 'cause no one else will have the guts to. You’re gonna be a terrible mother.”
  • “Oh, great. You’re gonna cry now?”
  • “I’m done. My life is done.”
  • “Kids are super easy. It’s being an adult that’s hard.”

awilik  asked:

Don't know if someone already asked but here we go. Maybe Sombra, Lena, or Widowmaker run into S/O and find them very cute. S/O is kinda oblivious and doesn't think much of it (because these girls are REALLY HOT and s/o is kinda shy) anyway. S/O talks to other people and in which case sombra,Lena,or widow get jealous >:D. Idk I just kinda like this idea (you don't have to do these girls I just really like them :]). Thank you for reading my idea chèrie 😘

This request has me weAk. Also the requester is such a lovely person so yes! I sprinkled a bit of hella references in this one. The reference in Sombra’s is pretty obvious since I mention a character name and the company behind where he’s from, but the one in Tracer’s is a little more subtle. Hope you enjoy it and have a fantastic day! ~ Mod Lottie


“Hm, what do we have here? A cute little bunny for me to play with?”

“O-oh, if you want to play something with me let’s make sure it’s not an online multiplayer game. I’m level 147 on GTA and I don’t want to get banned after all that hard work if you hack with it”

Sombra stands there, confused. She had been so obviously hitting on you and yet, there you were brushing her off, or at least that’s what she thought.

“I… You do realize that’s not the type of hacking I do, right?” She questions. You open your mouth to respond but she cuts you off, “Nevermind that, for someone who’s usually so quiet and shy, you sure know how to shut a girl down quickly. I can respect that.”

“I’m sorry?” You ask, legitimately confused to what she was talking about. She scoffs in response.

“I’ll leave you alone. I can take a hint cariño.” She leaves you to your own endeavours and wonders how she could read the atmosphere so wrong. You always blush and stammer around her which led her to believe you were into her just like she was into you.

It took her a while to over analyze the situation as she tends to do sometimes. Maybe it wasn’t attraction but fear? No it can’t be, you seemed to actually want to spend time with her when you thought she was asking to pl- Oh. OH!

She rushed around the base searching for you. You weren’t brushing her off, you were just oblivious to her advances. It all makes sense now. Maybe there’s still hope!

After a few minutes she finally found you, but with D.Va. You two sat in the common room, you with a controller in hand concentrating on a puzzle that Hana was trying to explain the solution to.

“Look, the note has the Sagittarius sign THEN the Scorpio sign. When you look at the walls you can see they are linked to the numbers 10 and 2 so you obviously add them together, so find the rock that has 12 on it.” Hana explains.

“No no wait, but what if it’s just the numbers by themselves? Maybe that old pirate guy put stuff behind two rocks.” You argue your logic. Hana gently takes the controller away from you, leaving you pouting as you watch her walk the character over to the rock with the Roman numeral of twelve on it. She pressed the button prompt and it triggered a cutscene.

“See? I told you! Nathan told you! Naughty Dog told you!” Hana gloats, causing you to huff in response. Suddenly the screen starts to glitch out and Sombra’s signature skull appeared.

“Hacking a single player game? That’s an entirely new low.” Hana whines. You turn to face Sombra, her face looked like she was half amused half pissed.

“I believe it’s my turn to play. After all, (Y/n) here did ask me to play with them first~” She says smugly as she sashayed over to sit next to you. She plucks the controller out of Hana’s hands and waves her hand over the screen to wipe away her hack to show the game once again.

“Ah… the um, the controls are um…” You stutter out. You felt the need to interact with her as much as you could since you felt you might’ve unintentionally offended her earlier which was still a mystery to you.

“Don’t worry your cute little head cupcake, I got this.” She smirked, patting your head while her eyes never left the screen. She got through the rest of the level without a hitch, there were no delays in her timing which made everything go smoothly and look like a movie instead of a game. Both you and Hana were in awe.

“Hmph, show off.” Hana grumbles.

“Oh? Is the gaming princess grumpy?” Sombra laughs at Hana’s reaction, “Look Hana, no hacks!”

“Did you just reword a meme at me?” She asks only to be ignored as Sombra picked you up bridal style.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have a date to go on.” Sombra sends a smile over her shoulder as she walks out of the room.

“A date? With who?” You asked, blushing because of the close proximity. Sombra laughed as she rolled her eyes.

“You’re more dense than I thought. I’m taking you out my cute little bunny.” She said. Your eyes widened as you finally connected the dots.

“Let’s play another game~”


Lena Oxton. Your first friend at Overwatch. The girl that you aren’t sure if she just wants to be friends or if there could be something more, and god knows how much you wanted something more of it. These types of uncertainties always felt like treading on thin ice and you always chose the safe way around it. You didn’t mind just being friends because at the end of the day, just being able to hang out with her and seeing her happy was contentment enough for you. The fear of ruining that prevented you from seeing anything as more than platonic.

Let’s take tonight as an example.

Lena asked you to watch a movie with her. Just you, her, a horror movie, and all your favourite snacks. The movie was actually scary, not just a sequence of cheap jump scares but actually a thrilling horror movie that lives up to its genre. Let’s just say you won’t be looking at turkey basters the same way anytime soon.

During the movie, she hesitated but Lena ended up putting her head on your shoulder. Your heart raced so much, Lucio and Tracer both would have competition with how fast your heart was beating. Lena obviously knew that her actions were nowhere near platonic but you were having trouble with the idea. You thought it was because you wanted it to be romantic that you were thinking it might be so you brushed it off as if she was just being a gal pal. A brit being a mate.

“Say (Y/n), do you maybe wanna go out with me?” Lena worked up the courage to say. Yet again, your oblivious self courted it off as your mind playing tricks on you.

“Of course! You’re my best friend! Where do you want to go?” You asked. Lena’s face dropped when you referred to her as your friend and she took it as a sign to just back off with the advances. She managed to throw a random place for a suggestion despite her disappointment and for the rest of the night, everything felt off.

The next morning, Lena gave herself a pep talk to not be so down in the dumps about what happened. She decided to get you a nice breakfast from a café you like. Food in hand, she blinked to your room.

“Heya lo- I mean (Y/n), are you awake yet?” Tracer called from the other side of your door but got no answer.

“Can I come in?” She continued, still no answer, “Alright, I’m comin’ in.” She opened the door and saw you weren’t in your room. She wandered around the base in search of you. She looked everywhere only to find you in the med bay. You and Mercy were sitting down, facing each other. She saw her getting very close to you, raising her hand to your flushed face. She couldn’t take much more of it.

“Oi! What’s goin’ on here?” She asked immediately as she blinked into place. Angela retracted her hand away from you as she looked up at Tracer with a confused expression.

“Lena, what’s wrong? Just tell me and I’ll tend to you right after I’m done with (Y/n) here.” She explains.

“No, I’m here to… What’s wrong with them doc?” Lena asks.

“I think I might have food poisoning.” You say sadly.

“Might? You do have food poisoning! Be more considerate next time.” Angela lectures, causing you to pout.

“Oh I see. Well, I guess I’ll be on my way then.” She turns around only to be stopped by someone holding her by her forearm.

“Now now Miss Oxton, no one bursts into my office just to say hi.” Angela tuts. Lena started to look around for a way to get out. “Lena, what did you really come for?” Angela motions her to sit in an extra chair next to the door, meant for people who were there for moral support or because they were the cause for an injury and needed to be scolded. That being said, the chair is usually meant for Reinhardt since he loves to swing some of the smaller agents around like a Dad would with his toddler.

“I just, was worried about (Y/n) yeah?” Lena said as she sat.

“Then why did you look so angry?” Angela retorted. Lena started shifting uncomfortably in her seat, laughing nervously. Angela could only sigh.

“I know exactly what’s going on here. (Y/n) was explaining how much they like you and kept thinking you were just being friendly when you were obviously, at least in my perspective, making romantic advances.” She explains. A ‘huh?’ and a ‘what?’ came out of you and Lena as you made eye contact with each other.

Angela went into therapist mode as she made both you and Lena talk about your thoughts and feelings and, finally, come to a solution.

“I really like you (Y/n). I don’t know how you hadn’t figured it out!” Lena says.

“I really like you too Lena. I just, kept thinking that it’d be too good to be true if you like me back you know?” You admit. She shakes her head and hugs you, muttering about how silly you were.

“Ahem” Angela breaks up the moment, “Now that that’s out of the way, my patient here needs to get their bedrest.” Angela says.

Once she was finished saying what she had to say, she found that both her visitors had vanished in the blink of an eye. The doctor can only sigh in defeat.


Being a new recruit meant you had to go through training for all possible fighting styles in order to evaluate what you’d be best at. Today was your day to evaluate how you’d do as a sniper. Unfortunately, no one told you that the person helping you out in this department would be a sexy French woman with a piercing gaze that could mesmerize you into a trance for days. No one told you that you would be her prey.

To be fair though, no one told her that you would be so clueless to her advances.

Here you were, shaking and anxious, holding up the rifle and looking through the scope at your target. You could hear her sultry voice chuckle behind you.

“Go on chèrie, shoot.” Her voice smooth as silk whispered behind you, causing a tingle to shoot up your neck. You positioned yourself to make sure you’d get the shot, held your breath to steady the reticle, and pulled the trigger and…

Nothing came out.

“Um? It’s supposed to shoot… right?” You lowered your weapon as you looked over your shoulder to look at the woman known as Widowmaker.

Her expression changed from amusement to curiosity. She walked over and plucked the rifle out of your hands to inspect it. She hums as she figures out what the problem is.

“This one is jammed. I’ll find a better one for you, my dear. You deserve only the best I have to offer.” She lightly brushes her finger under your under your chin and struts away.

You hold a hand to your chest and sigh. “Be still my beating heart.” You joked to yourself to slightly ease some of your tension.

Amelie, walking back with a smirk, was met with the image of Hanzo teaching you archery. Needless to say, her smirk faded away. She briskly walked over to you two and glared at Hanzo.

“You are intruding Lacroix.” Hanzo says simply, but Amelie refused to be brushed off so easily.

“Non, you are the one who is intruding.” She says sharply.

“I am showing them true skill, something you lack.”

“Archery is a primitive excuse for a weapon. Heh, primitive weapon for a primitive man.”

All you could do was stand and watch, trying not to do anything that might bring attention to yourself.

“I’m not seeing a lot of guidance going on here.” Ana enters the room to break up the argument.

“Merde…” Widowmaker rolls her eyes and Hanzo turns his attention to Ana stoically. “If none of you will teach them then I will.”

Amelie does something no one expected. She grabs you by the arm and runs away with you. It wasn’t as graceful and seductive as she wanted but it got them away from those two and she couldn’t be happier.

“What’s going on?” You asked cautiously.

“I want to have you to myself.” Amelie brushes her hand over your cheek

“Oh, um, thanks?” You didn’t really know how to respond and you were trying not to hyperventilate. She scoffs and pulls you into a kiss. Gentle, with a slight nibble from her. She pulls away and smiles at your flustered state.

“I hope you got the message chèrie.” She whispers in your ear.

“Y-yeah, loud and clear.” You manage to say. Suddenly, everything seemed to be even more interesting than they already were.

anonymous asked:

Headcannons of Kiba, Kankuro, and Neji as dads please! Preferably with their children as toddlers 😍

Congratulations because this will be my 100th post on this blog. I am going out of order on this one because this ask is SO IMPORTANT TO ME. How freaking cute. ❤❤❤ 

Straight up listened to “Dear Theodosia” when I was writing this.


Kiba would have a daughter. The second he sees her, he is a sobbing mess. He can’t stop looking at her and giving her little kisses on the top of her head. He is beyond ecstatic that he and his s/o are bringing a little miracle into the world. He loves the idea of expanding his clan and welcomes fatherhood with open arms. 

This little girl would have Kiba completely wrapped around her finger. There wouldn’t be a single thing this child wants but doesn’t have. Kiba would spoil her with everything - dresses, flowers, stuffed animals, etc. With Kiba, there is no such thing as letting your child cry until they calm down because the second she even thinks about crying, Kiba scoops her in his arms and rocks her until she is happy again. 

Once she is a toddler, Kiba starts putting the Inuzuka clan fangs on her. He lives for how adorable she is with her tiny markings. She just gets excited that she gets to look like daddy. She ends up being a spitting image of Kiba, with thick brown hair and tiny fangs that grow in place of lost baby teeth. 

Kiba wastes no time taking her to meet all the pups that belong to his clan. He doesn’t just give her a dog like Tsume did with him. He introduces her to each dog that is ready to get a master and he lets her choose. Kiba doesn’t even care that she chose the biggest breed of dog they own. In fact, he is extremely proud that she chose a companion who will be able to protect her. 


Kankuro would have a son. At first he would be disgustingly nervous about having a kid, but once he sees his son and realizes he helped make that tiny human, all the initial fear melts away. He wouldn’t cry but he would have to take a few moments to really understand this new chapter of his life. He would be so careful with this child so he would never experience the pain Kankuro did.

He would want to be around for all the important moments in his son’s life. He wants to hear the baby’s first laugh. He wants to watch him discover his hands. He would die when his baby says “papa” first (after rubbing it in his s/o’s face). Kankuro would cheat the system and use his chakra strings to hold his baby up while he was trying to take his first steps. 

Kankuro and his son would get into so much trouble. He would teach his son the art of pranking his mother, starting with hiding and jumping out at her to scare her. He would love to be the type of dad who makes his kid laugh as much as possible. 

Kankuro would get yelled at for not being as protective as he should be. All the lecturing would be left up to Mom. Despite this, Kankuro is not that affectionate with his child. He gives him little pats on his head and will lift him up on his shoulders while they’re going on walks. He’ll call him “kiddo” when he’s being cute.


Neji would definitely have a daughter. He would wonder if he is really cut out to be a father, but after seeing his baby, he knows he is meant to raise a child. Part of Neji wants to drop everything and focus on her, while the other part wants to keep fighting to make sure she is protected long-term. 

Neji is the type of dad who will make sure his daughter is disciplined but still so happy. He’ll gladly give her whatever she wants in the world as long as she earns it first. He wants to instill respectfulness and sophistication in her.

She is his sun. His entire life revolves around her. He melts every time she laughs. He tears up when she first begins to speak. He teaches her to walk by holding her hands and putting his feet under hers. He likes to just lay on the floor and watch her play and dies when she holds his hands.

Neji is not shy about wanting her to be a strong shinobi. When she is old enough, he will start off with teaching her about the different types of weapons. He’ll make sure he teaches her all the basics of chakra and sparring before she even gets to the Academy. He’ll always go easy on her and let her win until she is tough enough to really hold her own. Neji almost screams when she lands a hard hit on him with her Gentle Fist because he is overcome with pride. 

This Isn’t Your Interview

Warning: fluff

A/N: this is much shorter than I wanted it to be, sorry. Also, reader is around the age of 2 or 3

Summary: Jensen has an interview and brings his daughter with him and she keeps saying adorable stuff and answering questions.

Jensen sat in the leather chair with the tiny toddler girl in his lap, ready to start his interview for Entertainment Weekly. The interviewer sat across from him and smiled at the small child. “Let’s get started, shall we!”

Multiple questions later y/n began to make random noises trying to get her dad’s attention. “So Jensen, how is the whole single parent thing working out? You seem to be doing pretty well.” Both Jensen and the interviewer laughed, but before he could even answer, y/n was shouting with her hands on her hips. “My daddy does a great job of taking care of me!” The small child said, full of sass.

“I expected nothing less of him.” The interviewer laughed at the little girl’s response. “Now Jensen, would you ever consider letting y/n being on the show?” At the mention of her father’s show, y/n’s head peeked up and she gasped. “That would be fun!” She clapped her hands together. “I would get to work with Daddy and Uncle Jare-bear!” The little girl giggled as Jensen just stared at her in awe. “Ya know I’m supposed to be answering the questions, right?” He smiled down at y/n while trying not to laugh.

“Well since Miss y/n seems to enjoy having the spotlight, I think I should ask her a few questions.” The young Ackles looked up at her dad as if looking for a sign of approval, to which he solemnly nodded his head.

“Now Miss Ackles, have you ever been on set before?” “Actually I have. I go with daddy every time he’s there. I sit in the big girl chairs with Mister Singer while Daddy and Uncle Jared make scenes.” Y/n states in a professional tone.

A few more questions for the little girl and then she turns to her father. “When will daddy get to talk again?” She looked over at the interviewer with pure concern for her father. Both adults laughed at the cuteness of the toddler and then continued with the interview.

As the few final questions rolled through, Jensen’s baby girl stayed quiet so her dad could finish.

Then, the final question that y/n had been waiting for. “Now do you think y/n should be a major character in the and be an amazing badass hunter like her dad? Because this kid is gonna grow up to be a star I tell you.” The interviewer smiled at the twinkly eyed little girl. “Absolutely, yes, 100%, positive!” y/n yelled while jumping off her father’s lap.

“This is my interview ya know?” Jensen asked with a serious face even though you could tell he was trying not to laugh at his child’s cuteness.

“I think, one day she will be a huge star and on the show. And it’s obvious that she will be a badass.” Jensen proudly exclaimed while picking his daughter back up.

“Well there you have it folks!” The interviewer started off joyously. “That was Jensen and y/n Ackles here with Entertainment Weekly! I’m (insert random interviewer) and this was Entertainment news!”

Jensen and the interviewer stand up and shake hands and then he starts to walk away with his happy child in his arms. “You’re adorable, ya know that?” He questioned his child. “Yeah I know!” She sassed back at him. “You are definitely my kid.” Jensen and y/n drive home with smiles on their faces, happy that they had some great father daughter bonding time today.

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REQUESTED BY @ladyoakensheildmalfoypurdymanson

Lips brushed and skin tingled as Draco Malfoy kissed Y/N, concealed in a hidden staircase in the western wing of Hogwarts. With their bodies pressed together, Y/N could feel Draco’s hot, minty breath mingling with hers. His soft lips mumbled some incoherent words against her mouth, sending shivers down her spine. She pulled Draco’s body even closer to hers, her fingers lingering on the warm skin of his neck.

Neither of them heard the footsteps approaching.

Severus Snape sauntered up the stairs, sneering when his eyes fell on the young couple. “Mr. Malfoy, I would appreciate if you would do this somewhere - Y/N?” 

Swollen, pink lips were yanked apart and eyes were widened as they stared at the shocked Potions professor. Draco’s green tie was loosened around his neck; the top of Y/N’s collared shirt was unbuttoned.

She had never seen her father at a loss for words.

Her heart hammered inside her chest as Draco mumbled, “Hi, Professor.” His blonde hair stuck out in haphazard directions, as a result of Y/N’s fingers.

Snape narrowed his eyes, swallowing hard. “My office. Both of you. Now.” He then turned around and rapidly walked away, not waiting up for them.

Draco and Y/N slowly faced each other. “Well, it was nice knowing you,” Draco said, kissing her quickly on the forehead. He opened the window behind him and threw one leg over the windowsill.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“Don’t worry,” he said, squeezing her shoulder. “Once I’m settled in a foreign country with my new identity, I’ll do my best to write to you.”

Y/N couldn’t suppress her laugh, even given the circumstances. “Come on, Draco. We can handle him.”

He sighed, swinging his leg back inside and planting both feet back on the stairs. “Okay, yeah. You’re right.”

“Besides, this could be worse,” she said. Draco’s eyebrows furrowed. Y/N shrugged and said, “At least you’re not Potter.”

All the muscles in his face suddenly relaxed, and he stared at her with an annoyed expression.

“Okay,” she said, her lips forming a thin line. “Bad time to make that joke.”

Draco simply nodded. “Let’s go,” he said, reaching to grab her hand. He squeezed her fingers just for a moment, then abruptly let go, mumbling, “We probably shouldn’t hold hands.”

Y/N sighed and nodded, bringing her bottom lip in between her teeth.

They walked to her father’s office in silence, their shoes hitting the stone floor being the only sound reverberating off the walls.

When they reached the closed door, they both faced each other, taking a few deep breaths.

“Wait,” Y/N said, reaching up to carefully fix Draco’s loosened tie. The fabric was smooth under her fingertips as her hands traced down his torso. She met his eyes.

“Oh,” he breathed. Draco’s shaking fingers attempted to button up the top of her shirt, but he fumbled so much and couldn’t get it right.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, gently pushing his hands away. “I’ll get it.”

When she was done, she looked up at Draco, whose face had become quite pale, his eyes leaking worry. “Hey,” she said, causing him to look into her eyes. “Just relax.”

“Okay,” he replied, before leaning down and kissing her hard on the lips.

“Draco,” she breathed, pulling away, a small smile on her face. “It’s not the end of the world.”

“Yeah, well I’m afraid your dad might murder me in there,” he said, grabbing her hand.

She shook her head. “He won’t. Come on.”

Y/N cautiously pushed the heavy door open and they gingerly walked inside. Severus Snape was sitting at his desk, his hands folded tightly in front of him, a grimace on his long face.

“Why, thank you for fixing your shirt and tie for my benefit, children,” he sneered. Y/N sighed, knowing her father used the word children in attempt to talk down to them. In that moment, she despised his attention to detail.

“Sit,” Snape said, coldly.

The two of them sat down in the two chairs facing the desk, Draco looking down at the floor and Y/N anxiously looking up at her father.

Professor Snape cleared his throat. “So, how long has - whatever this is - been going on?” His eyes drilled into them like a fork sinking into a piece of tart.

She swallowed before quickly saying, “Um, six months.”

“I thought it was seven?” Draco blurted, then instantly shut his mouth as both the professor and his daughter shot daggers at him with their eyes.

Snape looked back at Y/N. “And what made you think it was a good idea to keep this from me?”

She bit her bottom lip, and Draco nervously pulled on the ends of his blonde hair. From the way Snape was talking to them, they felt like two toddlers that had gotten in trouble for drawing on the wall with permanent markers.

Y/N hesitated before mumbling, “We didn’t know how you would react.”

“Well, look how well that turned out,” her father replied, looking between both of them, his face full of many emotions: annoyance, anger, disappointment.

Draco sat up straighter in his chair. “With all due respect, sir, I’m very sorry that you had to find out this way,” he said, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice.

Snape sighed before saying, “Thank you for the apology, Draco, but that does not make up for this.”

Draco looked down, fiddling with his tie. “Of course, sir.”

The professor turned his attention back to his daughter. “Y/N, I am incredibly disappointed in you for keeping this from me.”

She swallowed, attempting to demolish the lump in her throat. “I’m really sorry, Dad. I wanted to tell you, but I was… scared,” she admitted, her hands fidgeting.

Severus Snape sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that evening and rubbed his fingers against his left temple. “I understand.”

Draco’s head snapped up. Y/N let out a breath.

Snape continued, “I’ll admit, Draco is a… respectable boy. So, I may be able to adapt to this.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up in complete surprise. Draco raised his eyebrows, struggling to believe that those words had left Snape’s mouth. 

“Thank you,” Y/N said, a smile plastered on her face. Snape simply nodded, attempting to hold back a small grin.

Draco obnoxiously cleared his throat and repeated, “Thank you, sir.”

“Drop the sirs, Malfoy,” Snape grumbled. “It’s getting on my nerves.”

“Yes sir,” he blurted, awkwardly looking down at the ground when Y/N and her father both stared at him. Draco knew Y/N was holding back a laugh, without even glancing at her. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Snape cleared his throat before saying, “There is one more thing I need to talk to you two about.” He leered at the nervous couple.

Y/N stared at him, anxious as to what he was going to say next. Draco furrowed his eyebrows.

“I am not oblivious to what kids your age are doing nowadays,” Snape drawled, avoiding eye contact. “I should hope you two are using… contraception.”

Draco’s cheeks turned a nice shade of pomegranate red, his blue-grey eyes wide, staring at the ground.

“Oh my god,” Y/N whispered, burying her face in her hands.

All three of them would’ve rather been anywhere else in that moment.

“Just be responsible, please,” Snape mumbled.

She reluctantly looked up at him. “Yeah, of course.”

A thick silence protruded the air; Draco began to chew on his thumbnail.

“You can go now,” Snape stated curtly. The couple stood up immediately.

“Thanks,” Draco said, as they started to walk to the door. Y/N couldn’t bring herself to say anything else.

Once back in the hall, the office door shut far behind them, they both let out the  breaths they had been holding. “Merlin,” Draco breathed.

“That was painful,” Y/N said. “Physically painful.” She placed a hand on her chest and looked over at Draco.

He snaked his arm around her shoulders, and she bent her arm in order to hold his hand. With their sweaty palms pressed together, Draco joked, “Now we just need to tell my parents!”

She laughed. “I don’t know if I can survive that.”

Draco grinned down at her before placing a kiss on her right temple.

thanks for reading!! this was fun to write :) xx

Inkheart AU Idea

Imagine Inkheart AU where, when Meggie is still just a toddler, Capricorn comes to take Mo when Dustfinger is stopping by. There’s a fight and Mo ends up dying, and Dustfinger finds enough courage in himself to fend Capricorn off of this tiny, 3-4 year-old who doesn’t understand why her papa won’t blink or answer her. Then he takes Meggie and runs, doesn’t think twice or look back, not until he’s absolutely sure they’re out of the evil man’s clutches.

And then it settles in with Dustfinger that he has a toddler with him, her father had been slain (and Capricorn likely left the body), so people will be looking for Meggie and him, a man who’d be charged with a murder he didn’t commit. For a while, Dustfinger actually entertains the idea of taking her back, leaving her for the authorities of this strange, magic-less world to find. But then he sees she’s curled up with Gwin in the hay of the barn he’s hidden themselves in, her chubby little arms around the horned marten as she sleeps, and he thinks of his own daughters.

Dustfinger doesn’t take her back.

Dustfinger knows that they can never, ever stay in one place too long. He’d already only stayed in one place or another long enough to earn some money to eat and sleep at an inn for a night or two, mainly to eat. Now he can’t really stay even that long. Just enough to get food for them that can be eaten on the go.

But Meggie can’t survive like that very long, too young and feet too tender. So he learns to carry her, arms already strong from heavy lifting he does for extra coins and gaining more muscle with the child bouncing with each jaunty step he takes. And he works on the weak sewing he learned from Roxane and other Motley Folk back in his story, fixing tears and rips in her clothes, on his coat. He practices braiding on his own stringy mess, wanting it right the first time he braids her hair. When her clothes outgrow her or are too dirty and torn (whichever come first), he finds fresh ones for her whatever means necessary.

He nicks books here and there, using what limited spelling he knows to try and teach her to read and write, so when they’re in towns she can find her way to places if they get separated. (Meggie rarely leaves his arms or back or side, clutching his hand like a lifeline.) (Dustfinger learns with Meggie, but he never excels to the height she does, never reads to himself as fast as her, but aloud he can go like the wind.) Math is a subject that Dustfinger hasn’t ever really heard of, not past the basics of addition and subtraction with a dash of multiplication. Either way, he knows she needs this subject with others. In this world it’s required, so he takes little books on math and science and history with pencils for her to use. He explains how he can’t teach her, as much as he’d like to, and she understands.

At some point, Dustfinger begins to hope this child will be like her father (who she calls Papa, not Mo, too young to have called him anything else when he died), that she can talk the words off a page, and talk people into words. It’s a far flung hope, but Dustfinger is not yet ready to admit how much he cares for this girl, how he is willing to give up his story if it means protecting her, raising her unlike he got to with Brianna and Rosanna.

Meggie is a strong willed child, though aware of her limits unlike many others. She understands there are things they can’t and can do in a town. They can’t attract attention unless it’s through his fire-taming or her (weak) singing. But she wants to explore and look around, wants to be able to buy 100 books and have friends. She likes traveling, likes not having a set agenda and doing as she wishes (so long as it’s not dangerous), but friends and a constant supply of books are so enticing. Dustfinger never says she can’t, though it’s clear in her eyes those two things aren’t possible.

Meggie doesn’t completely comprehend this nomadic man, but she knows him better than she did if her father had lived and Dustfinger had never braided her hair when it began to pour rain, never tucked her into the hay with a blanket he took from a clothesline a town back. She knows he likes coffee with lots of cream and two lumps of sugar, but likes scalding tea better, just as she does. Meggie understands that, if not for him, she would be dead as her father or worse, Capricorn’s slave.

His story is one she knows inside and out, the ending tearing out her heart. He took the book from a store a few years back, wrapped heavily at the bottom of his back. It took a lot of cajoling for her to get Dustfinger to allow her to read it. Not ever will he allow her to talk about it, however, not wanting to know why she began sobbing each time she reached the book’s end, and could not look him in the eyes a week each time.

As much as he hated it, Dustfinger could guess what it was.

Then one evening, she is reading to Dustfinger, the story of a boy and a tomb and robbers, and suddenly the rooster in the loft has stopped shuffling and there is a heavy bomp made by the impact of a body on wood. Her book drops at the startle, and Dustfinger is up the ladder much quicker than her, prepared to attack whoever it is if they lose a threat to Meggie, to his da–

He stops the thought, jolting to a stop at the sight of the boy rubbing his head and looking about the barn. Meggie is right behind Dustfinger, still on the ladder and stunned by this strange occurrence.

Dustfinger is torn. He is excited, but he is also devastated. Meggie will never want to read aloud again if it could mean accidentally reading someone in or out of a book of any kind. This also means he could go home, to Roxane and his two daughters, still so young and naive like Meggie.

The boy is named Farid. Meggie offers to try returning him to his world, but he declines. He hated his life there, and prefers the company of a person who would save him and looks just as grungy as he feels. This ruffles her pretty blonde feathers and Dustfinger must separate them. To his dismay, he can already see the attraction.

A few months later, it is near midnight, Farid is practicing his fledgling fire as Meggie reads with a flashlight. Then she closes her book and looks to Dustfinger, and offers to read him back to his family with a glance at the bottom of his backpack.

Dustfinger merely smiles and says he has found the only family he needs.

Meggie cries and Dustfinger, used to his child’s emotions now, wraps an arm around her shoulders to pull her close.

And she plans to read them all into this world he misses so much.

First, she must read Capricorn and his men into a story he would hate, so they no longer have to run.
The Inkheart AU I was hinting at last night, @uruvielnumenesse.

anonymous asked:

Hey love! Could you do one where Harry's daughter finds out she's pregnant or has a scare?

Thank you for requesting! I just put this together quickly now so hopefully it’s alright! I think this is more or less how it would go down, I don’t know 😂  I hope you have a lovely weekend and I hope you’re doing well! 💕  💕  💕  (requests are closed unfortunately.) More writing is slowly coming back, promise. xxx

[24] Know that look.

They’ve got three kids so Harry is used to a lot of noise. The noise that fills their home. He’s used to the ruckus. Yeah, sure he’s always been used to the fast paced frenzy filled ins and outs of things. But this noise he doesn’t wish to tune out or sometimes step back from or completley hide away from. He’s grown used to this noise and he’s honestly quite in love with it. He misses all of it when he’s away. The bickering between his children, slamming doors, squeals from the trampoline outside, the loud television, soft toddler cries and more. It’s a type of noise that makes hotel rooms seem eerily cold and not for him. And it’s a type of cold silence that makes him ring home and makes her tell him what that day’s looking like in their home.

‘Give me something.’  Harry smiles to himself against the headboard of his hotel bed.

‘Think they’re arguing about the last ice lolly this time,’ she looks back to the kitchen. ‘Can you hear them? Isn’t even the good flavor.’ She laughs. ‘And this small boy has found out how to play the music on his toy that might as well be a spaceship, it’s been playing since the morning.’ She looks for possible batteries on the loud toy as the baby squeals in her arms for it. ‘M’going to store later today anyway, I’ll buy more.’ She promises the bickering children in the kitchen.

But the mood in their house today has shifted. Harry has no idea why or if he’s just imagining it but it’s just quiet…too quiet.

Their daughter walks into her parents bedroom, closes the door, makes sure only her mum is there and sits down on the edge of their bed. And before their eldest can even think about keeping this all to herself she’s poured it all out before she can stop herself and before she even managed to call her mum to sit next to her. Just pours on about how she’s late, but she promises they were careful and how she wants her mum to skip over the yelling at her part and just help her. She looks up hesitantly at her mum who’s just ran out of her closet mid getting ready, one foot with a boot and the other without.

‘Have you taken a test?’ She rushes to sit next to her beside the bed.

‘No, how m’I supposed to do that without someone seeing me or taking pic—’

‘I understand.’ She says and starts thinking really hard. She immediately thinks of Harry, he’ll know what to do. Because in a situation quite similar to this one, seventeen (and a bit) years ago he found a way to get her a test without it being next day’s news. ‘Just wait here a minute, m’gonna get your dad and we’ll—’

‘No mum, don’t. Not yet, not until I know for sure. Didn’t even want to tell you until I was sure.’

Harry can’t put his finger on any of it, on  why the house is so quiet. Of course he can’t, he wouldn’t have any reason to think of such a reason like his daughter being pregnant or thinking she might be.

He just knows that the house is far too quiet. And it hardly ever is. And it shouldn’t be because their six year old is staying home from school today, he’s got a karate tournament later today. He’s just started watching a film now in the guest room bed, it’s much bigger and he prefers it. And his mum should have told him by now not to, that the room has to stay relatively tidy because their grandma is visiting tomorrow. But no scolding has gone on.

And the small boy usually tears up the house as well, more importantly he’s supposed to have snuck into his older sisters room and she’s supposed to yelling at him by now. Slamming doors should be heard by now as well.

It isn’t Harry’s birthday, it isn’t anyones, not soon anyway. There’s no need to plan surprises yet, not their anniversary either. So Harry really is stumped.

But nonetheless, Harry stays put, handing more toys to their seven month old in the living room. ‘You’ve got easily a billion toys here and you’d still prefer to play with m’hands?’ Harry asks as his toddler grins. ‘Alright, easy there little crocodile,’ he laughs as his baby bites down on his dad’s finger with his two new teeth. ‘Ouch! My god, this isn’t Jaws.’ The baby giggles.

His wife walks down the steps and tells him that she’ll be back soon, she’s just taking their daughter to a friends to study. She doesn’t really have a plan, she knows she has to get a test for her daughter.

‘Why is it so quiet today?’ Harry asks as he continues handing building blocks to the toddler on his play mat.

‘Mm?’ She looks up from her phone.

‘The house? Hasn’t been this quiet since before we made them all.’

‘Is it?’ She asks looking back at her phone quickly.

‘You’re not telling me something.’ He grins

‘What wouldn’t I be telling you?’

‘S’what m’asking.’ He chuckles. ‘Know that look.’

‘What look?’ She scoffs grabbing her keys off the kitchen island.

‘Reminds me of the look you had when you were first pregnant. And you were convinced you had just ruined my life when you’d done just the opposite.’

‘Good times yeah, that was quite the day wasn’t it? Lots of tears.’

‘Mine.’ He laughs getting up to get his son’s bottle.

‘Yours.’ She agrees.

‘Are you?’

‘No,’ she chuckles. ‘M’not.’

Harry shrugs, ‘Seems like somethings being kept from me is all.’

His wife calls their daughter’s name from the steps before saying goodbye to the baby in Harry’s arms. ‘Shouldn’t be long. He’ll be ready for his nap by the time I get back.’

‘He’s got teeth like a shark,’ Harry smiles. ‘A piranha aren’t you?’ He taps the tip of the baby’s nose and the baby smiles.

Their daughter walks down the steps as his wife tells him to make sure their six year old son doesn’t watch film after film, he’s quite persuasive and Harry doesn’t quite say no as much as he should.

‘Why have you two got the same look on?’ Harry questions as he unclasps the toddlers hand from his necklace. He likes to tug on those. The baby’s got an eye for silver. 

‘What look?’ His daughter asks, shrugging looking back down at her phone.

‘The one your mum…’ Harry stills for a moment. His mind almost goes there, thinks that far but gives up midway…almost. ’Christ.’ Harry starts putting the pieces of the puzzle together, like their toddler did on the floor, connecting the dots. She’s her mum’s daughter. ‘Are you—’

‘She doesn’t know, that’s why we’re going—’

‘That’s the bloody plan! For the both you to walk into the shop they always lurk around and buy a pregnancy test!’ He stresses.

See, that’s why she really did need to tell Harry. Because there’s always a pesky group of paparazzi at the places they frequent by their home, including where they grocery shop. And she didn’t quite have a plan yet like Harry always does.

‘I can take her to my doctor and—‘  

‘No one wanted to tell me ‘bout this or was I just supposed to see this in the papers tomorrow?’ Harry asks.

‘Can someone just help me please, I’ve been driving myself crazy for three weeks now.’

‘Three weeks!’ Her parents turn to her.

‘Fucking hell, please!’ Their daughter yells.

‘Just stay put for a moment, no ones going anywhere.’ He pulls out his phone from his back pocket with his free hand. ‘I’ll take care of it.’

And the tension and strain in the girl’s stressed shoulders, falls. She nods faintly with her dad and walks with him towards the kitchen. And whether it’s two lines or one on the test that’s on it’s way, it’s going to actually be ok.