look at him giggling like a baby

DILF- Shawn Mendes

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first imagine on Tumblr. It is 2204 words. Not sure if that’s long or short. I really don’t know what to say 😂 Feel free to message me with any feedback and I hope you enjoy! 


“Daddy comes home today, baby,” I expressed to my almost year old daughter while I bounced her on my hip.

“Aren’t you so excited?” she only replied with cute giggles and two-teethed smiles.

One thing about Avery was she loved her dad more than anything in the world. Anything about him made her happy. She loved to FaceTime with him or just listen to one of his songs. There had been many occasions when she wouldn’t sleep, but I put on her father’s music and she was out like a light.

I looked at my baby, being captivated by her beauty. Sure she was still young, but I could see her looking like her father more and more every day. She had his curly brown hair, the kind that swooped across her forehead, and his beautiful light brown eyes. Avery had Shawn’s smile and his cute little nose. He always said she looked like me and “Thank God because you’re the cute one.” I didn’t agree with either of those statements. I was glad she looked like him. If I was missing him, I had a little mini him around to dull the longing I felt.

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After All This Time - Theo Raeken imagine

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg

Summary: Reader is Stiles’ twin sister and a werecoyote having been saved by Scott after they both got into a car accident. She’s a part of Scott’s pack and bffs with Malia. Theo courts her constantly they finally start hanging out end up dating.

Warnings: Season 6 spoilers,angst,fluff,suggested smut  & Idk what else lmao

A/N: Hope You All Enjoy x

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I probably looked like a lunatic smiling to myself as I sat quietly in Theo’s truck Theo looked over at me quickly and reached to touch my thigh gently rubbing up and down “thank you for tonight” he smiled looking at the road “no thank you” I giggled. Theo and I just moved to official by having sex back at his house he was now taking me home but it was a very eventful evening he was so kind and patient since this was my first time it made me love him even more.

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This would be your first mission. Nothing really dangerous but you were still thrilled. You had wanted to fight like your older siblings for a long time now and couldn’t wait any longer.

“You’re sure about going alone?” hearing Alec’s voice made you almost giggle.
“Alec! I told you I can handle it,” you remembered him and looked up at your oldest brother. “Maybe I am still young but I’m not a baby anymore.”
“But you could still wait”, he suggested.
“You started fighting at my age too.” he couldn’t object to that.
“Okay, but at least let me come with you, (y/n).”

Your overprotective brother at his finest.
“I’m fine. If anything is going down unusually, I will stop and call you. Deal?”
Alec thought for a few seconds but then he nodded.
“Deal.”

You left him behind with a smile, knowing that he and Jace would probably still follow you to make sure you would be fine on your first mission.


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Mama’s Boy

Reader x Klaus

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: you had Klaus’ baby and now he’s all jealous of your relationship with his son. 

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Word Count: 1591

“I still can’t believe you’re a mum!” Elena said, as she watched a little boy ice skating. “And, God, he looks like Klaus.”

You let out a small giggle.

Four years ago your whole life changed. One minute you were an ordinary witch who often helped out her best friends and the other you were bearing a miraculous child. And it had to be your biggest enemie’s kid as well, so everybody think you were helping him all along.

You shook your head, not actually believing how unlucky you were back then.

[4 years ago]

Shit.” You cursed, looking at the small pregnancy test in your hand. “Shit. Shit. Shit!”

About a month ago you had gotten into a fight with your older sister and left the house, wanting to get really drunk and forget about everything that was going on. It was not enough to have a chaotic home, you had to deal with the whole Original family at town. Some sort of freak wanted to kill your best friend and, surely, you stepped up to find a way to stop him.

At the Mystic Grill, you ordered the finest whiskey there, neat and no ice. It was a good sensation, the alcohol making its way through your throat.

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking this?” A stranger asked, his voice tone light.

“You should mind your own business and leave me alone.” You replied, annoyed by his presence.

“I like the attitude. May I know your name, darling?”

“I don’t see why do you want to know my name.”

“Don’t be rude, love.”

You finally bothered to look at him and, heck, he was handsome. The stranger had beautiful blond curls, the kind you would not mind losing your fingers in it, blue eyes, like the wide ocean, a badly shaved beard and a devilish smile. Just looking at him made you skip a breath.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Oh, well, can I have the same drink Y/N ordered?”

“Are you sure you want that?” You asked, not caring if he was an inconvenient stranger. Perhaps it was exactly what you were needing.

“Sure, love, I would love to taste the flavour that is in your mouth now.”

You bit your lower lip and sipped your own drink, looking directly to him.

“Are you new in town? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“You could say that. I lived here long ago and now I’m coming back.”

“Ah, that’s nice.”

“And you?”

“I’m actually not from here. My mum and I moved a few years ago.”

And, as you got to know that stranger, you realised how much you were alike. He had the same awful childhood, his father hated him much like yours did hate you and a whole other bunch of things. That connection was decisive for accepting his invitation to go back to his place and have a more private conversation.

“So are you up for more drinking or will pass?”

“I think I’ll pass, I like drinking, but being sober is better.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“You know, I think I didn’t ask your name, huh?”

“No, you haven’t. But it’s Klaus.”

“German name.”

“Sort of, comes from Niklaus.”

“It’s, hum, a unique name.”

You relaxed in the couch and looked directly at him. So far it had been a wonderful night and all you wanted was a suitable end for it. The blond slowly touched your knee and you gave him a smile, encouraging him to move forward.

“There’s something you need to know.” Klaus whispered, between kisses.

“You’re a vampire. Yeah, I know, save it, I’m a witch.”

“At least I’m not the only one keeping secrets.”

“Will you shut up?”

Giggling, he ceased the talking and went for it. Leaving you with a great memory and a goofy smile. Only if you knew you would end up pregnant. What would people think? And how the hell you were so stupid not to connect the dots and understand that was Klaus Mikaelson? Oh, damn it. You could see in how much trouble you were in, realising your friends would think you were lying about not knowing who he was back then. Oh, and how  you were supposed to tell Niklaus about this baby?

“I’m screwed.”

{a few months later}

“Klaus, you don’t have to follow my every step.”

“I’m just making sure my daughter is okay.”

“It could be a boy, you know.”

You sat in a nursing chair, rocking back and forward. Your hands were placed in a small bump, showing your five completed months of pregnancy. Klaus approached and knelt before you, putting his own hands over yours. The baby kicked and you smiled, for it was the first time it had ever did that with his father around.

The Original’s eyes were surprised and you removed your hands, letting him free to touch and feel it as long as he wished for it.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“Giving me this amazing gift.”

“You have given me this too, Nik.”

“I love when you call me Nik.”

You blushed a little.

“And also when I make you embarrassed.”

This time both of you giggled, being interrupted by a ridiculous phone, which was ringing at its fullest. It would probably be the gang, wanting you to fix something. They trusted you to convince Klaus to give up making hybrids, but, sadly. That was out of reach.

“Oh, hello, Elena!”

“Give me that phone, Klaus.”

“She’s here, yes.”

Niklaus!”

“Okay, I’m handing it over.”

He stayed in the room, though, stroking your belly and talking to it with funny voices. You could not help but smile. That man would make a great father. A messed up one, of course, but also a really caring and loving one.

[4 years later]

“Henrik? We need to get going!” You called out for your son.

“Already, mama?”

“Yes, daddy is waiting for us. Don’t you want to see daddy?”

His eyes lightened up.

“I wanna see daddy!”

“Then let’s go!” You kissed his cheek and send him to get his stuff. “Thank you for the afternoon, Elena.”

“You’re welcome. And don’t disappear again, ok? Give me a call every now and then.”

“I’ll do that.”

“So how’s Klaus?”

“Causing trouble in New Orleans. There’s nothing new at that.”

“Good luck, then.” Elena stated, her eyes showing her curiosity.”I still don’t know how you deal with him.”

“He’s complicated, I admit it. But there’s light in him, Elena, every time he kisses me I’m sure of that.”

She smiled, agreeing silently with you. 

“If you say so, I believe it.”

“Now I really have to go, Henrik needs to eat. Bye, Elena.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

You placed Henrik’s staff at the back of the car and put him in his baby car seat, buckling him up. In a couple of minutes you were in the way home. A loud music playing and your son’s laughs were enough to make you happy.

The Compound seemed empty when you arrived.

“Nik? Are you home?”

“Over here.” You heard his voice coming from the kitchen. 

“Daddy!” Henrik ran, to hug his father. “I went ice skating with mama.”

“That’s great!”

“Are you cooking, Mr. Mikaelson?” You raised an eyebrow.

Aside the mess he made, the room smelt delicious. You knew Klaus was trying to bribe his son. Apparently, he was jealous of you and him, because your child would always seek your help, instead of his. A complete mother’s boy.

“Yes, I made your favourite, Rik.”

“Thanks, daddy.”

He looked at his father, curious, then came to you, pulling your shirt for you lean over, allowing him to whisper in your ear:

“Mama, I think dad is trying to enter out team.”

A loud laugh escaped your lips.

“Yeah, I think he is.”

“What are you two talking about?”

“Henrik was saying…”

“Mum! Don’t tell him, please.” He blushed. 

“Can I please know what’s going on? You never tell me anything!”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I just… Mama gets me in a way you don’t.”

Klaus took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. You bit your lip, trying to hold a laugh as the Mikaelson looked like he was about to explode.

“I’m your father! You are supposed to look up to me.”

“Nik, don’t push him too much. He’ll let you in our team.”

“You have a team?”

His accent made the whole situation even cuter. You glanced over Klaus and back to the beautiful four year old blond you called son, winking at him. It was fun, to mess with the Mikaelson man.

“We do.”

“How can I join?”

“Well, there’s only two conditions:” Henrik said, raising two of his little fingers. “First mama has to allow it and second, you have to love her very much, like I do.”

“Well, the second one it’s covered." 

A proud smile was in your lips.

"So mama, are you letting daddy in?”

“Of course I am, otherwise your dad would die!”

The three of you laughed.

“Now, go eat that yummy pasta.”

“Yeah!”

Klaus put an arm around your waist and you leant in, enjoying his warmth. It was good that, even with all the trouble you had to face, you could still be a happy family, enjoying little pleasures such as arguing on who is more loved by your son.

“And, so you know, he adores you. You’re like a superhero to him.”

Klaus smiled and squeezed you even more into his embrace.

“I know.”

Marauders Headcannon #2

James Potter was the chubbiest baby ever. His entire body was one roll of fat topped with a mop of messy black hair and sparkling hazel eyes. He was the kind of baby strangers stopped to coo at on the streets and grandmotherly old women pinched and prodded because he was just too cute.

Sirius Black was the happiest baby ever. He was all smiles and laughs, contagious laughs that made almost everyone else laugh. He was content to be held by anyone, and when anyone payed event he slightest bit of attention to him he couldn’t help but giggle and grin.

Remus Lupin was the most curious baby ever. He liked to explore the world around him by tugging on hair, shirts, jewellery, electrical cords. His parents had to keep a close eye on him because the instant they looked away, he would be off putting a mousetrap in his mouth or pulling the cat’s tail or pushing over a lamp.

Peter Pettigrew was the clumsiest baby ever. He was frequently falling over, getting stuck places, dropping his toys, everything. He always had a new bump or bruise from something or other.

me: *looks all photos of Henke and fans’* *reads fans’ comments about how lovely Henrik was* *watches a video where Henrik hugs a fan and says “you’re like my babies”* *laughs and giggles* *takes a deep breath* *tries to act cool* *but dies a little bit inside bc knows that I can’t never meet him* 

Share My Bed (One Shot)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: (Dean x Reader) Dean has been in love with the reader, a long time friend and married woman, for a long time thinking it was a one night thing. But he couldn’t be more wrong.

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: Little Bit of Angst. Then Super Fluff.

Dean had a problem. A very married, very pretty problem. It was in the form of a beautiful brunette hunter sitting right in front of him, biting down on a pencil and deep in thought. He could hear the thrash metal and other rock coming from her ear buds that were entirely too loud. He stared at her so much that she had been accustom to it, and Sam always rolled his eyes.
Sam knew. Sam always knew. Dean wasn’t just after (Y/N) for shits and giggles, no way. He saw that dreamy puppy dog, apple pie life with babies look he always gave her. Though it didn’t seem much like a look he would give anyone else, Sam knew. So the three of them sat there deep in thought, trying to solve a case. Then it all came to an abrupt end. Her phone began to ring and Dean’s heart dropped. “Hello,” she said pleasantly, “Oh okay. No, Ill be home. Finishing up with the guys now. Yeah, I’ll tell them hi for you. Okay. Love you.” Dean became sarcastic, “Prince Charming?” She cocked her head to the side and playfully ran her hands through her own hair, “Nope. Just the husband. I have to go soon. So, what do we know?” Sam mumbled under his breath, “That Dean is in love with you.”

That night it snowed so hard, no one was going anywhere. And Castiel had been preoccupied so going home wasn’t in the cards for you. You sat there with your probably tenth cup of coffee. Your eyes hurt, they were tired. “Okay,” you say putting down your mug, “Somehow we have missed something. But Im too damn fried to read though anymore. I’m going to eat, get drunk and watch a movie.” Sam smiled, “I will go get a spare case of beer from the garage. You handle the food and the movie.” Dean interjected, “Um. Would, you um.” He was scratching the back of his neck and looking at the floor. You cocked an eyebrow and smiled, “What is it D?” He let out a huff and put his hands in his pockets, “You need any pajamas?”

Sam choked on his last drink of coffee. Dean’s awkward pajama question was ludicrous. Dean had never been afraid of a woman in his life, and he had never seen his brother off his game. But she accepted and (Y/n) took off for Dean’s bedroom for clothes. “What the hell was that,” said Sam chuckling at his brother, “I’ve never heard you stutter so bad in your life. All that over pajamas?” Dean’s eyes narrowed, “She is a married woman. I didnt want to offend.” Sam stepped past his brother and leaned towards him, “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Little did Sam know, it kept him up most nights.

You had grabbed Dean’s Led Zeppelin shirt and his grey sweatpants. Throwing your hair up, you ran back through the bunker, because hours of rigorous lore reading made you forget to eat. It was coffee. Always coffee. But Sam made the best. You spent a few hours in the kitchen and made homemade pizza for the boys. By then you were five beers deep.

Sam and Dean Winchester were the only people you had. Several years prior when Lucifer came back, one of his rogue demons killed your younger brother and father. Your father had been a major hunter in his time, teaching you and your brother everything he knew. You ran into the boys a few weeks later and came to assist. You had truly seen them through the best and worst. And you loved them through every bit, even Castiel. Then you met your husband, and he everything to you. Alpha hunter type, smart, good looking and annoying charming.

Dean walked through the hall, delicious smells coming from the bunker. “Oh yeah,” he said rubbing his hands together. Then their was a loud, almost banshee like yell from the living room, “DEANSAMDINNERISDONE! MOVE! IM NOT WAITING!IMINTHELIVINGROOM!”
Sam walked past his brother in the kitchen, rubbing his ear. “I had no idea we were living with a human bullhorn,” he said hovering over the pizza. Dean smiled, he decided to hurry up and beat Sam in there.

There she sat. Pizza in hand, beer between her legs, in his clothes. She had chose “The Blues Brother’s” as their movie that night. When she wasn’t eating, she was singing right along. She liked a lot of things he did. And she was always there. (Y/N) was a constant, and he knew she loved him. Very much. When she moved out of the bunker there had been a blow out between them but he apologized. He would rather have her as a friend, it killed him when she was away. He always wanted to know she was okay. Sam fell asleep after gorging himself on pizza and (Y/n) had went beer for beer with Dean. At one point, they stopped their conversation and she stared off. “You okay,” he said worried. “Im not Dean,” (Y/N) admitted, “That wasn’t my husband that called today.” Dean was confused. Did she have another man? His stomach turned. “What do you mean,” he said in a low voice. She took a drink, ran a hand through her hair. “We are getting divorced,” (Y/N)’s lip begins to quiver, “I’ve been living with my aunt Donna. It’s all my fault. I guess had been cheating with this nineteen year old but that was before….” Dean sighed. He knew what this was about. “How did he find out,” he said confused. (Y/n) laughed sarcastically, “You can just tell after a while. He was a hunter too. He knows suspicious behavior.” She stood up and took her hair down. (Y/n) leaned down and kissed his cheek, “Thanks for listening D.”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you run through the bunker terrified. Demon Dean was a friggin psychopath and he was trying to kill you and Sam. “You know (Y/n),” said Demon Dean stalking down the hall, “I think there are some things I need to share with you. My old self had been, repressing. I dont want to hurt you. No, quite the opposite. I want to hear screams of pleasure. And after I find Sam, Im going to find you. There won’t be an inch of you left untouched. Oh no. And you’ll never want me to stop. Because I know your secret.” Your eyes shot wide open. No he didnt. “I know,” he said on the other side of the door, “Your little crush on me goes much deeper than that. Much, much, much deeper.” You were shaking. What the hell was going on? Five minutes ago he was trying to gut you like a pig. Demon Dean had a soft spot for you as well, he just made it more know that Dean. The door flew open and you fell forward on to him. His eyes flickered black. You shoved back and they went back. “Sorry,” he said, “If the eyes are off putting I wont for you.” How was he drawing you in? To be fair, it felt like a deep seeded need that was actually being fulfilled. “I love you,” he said in his husky voice. Dean’s eyes were locked on you. You couldn’t look away. “Leave Sam alone,” you say pulling him in the room by the back of the neck, “This is going to take a while.”

“Sam! The warding is failing,” you yell as Sam stood in front of the cage facing Lucifer. He doesn’t just bring Sam in the cage. You were now stuck too. After Lucifer was done taunting Sam he looked at you “And who is this? Mmm. You know, Im not usually a fan of humans. But dad certainly knew what he was doing with you.” You roll your eyes, “Im sure. Now could you please just let me out before I decide to kill you. Your vessel isn’t bad looking but you seem like an asshole.” He picks you up by your throat like a feather and sears his hand print into your neck. It’s excruciatingly painful. Dean and Castiel appear and Lucifer drops you and Sam like rag dolls. Turning to Dean, Lucifer grins. “Scared?” he says mocking them. Dean’s face is a calm storm, “Not even a little.” Cas takes his angel blade from his sleeve and Lucifer shakes his head, “Moments like this, it’s all about ambiance.”
“I enjoyed our talk sweetheart,” said Lucifer winking at you, “Next one will be a long, slow conversation.” You saw Dean tense up as Castiel began to attack Lucifer. Dean ran to his brother to check him then cradled your face in his hands, “Are you okay? Son of a bitch didn’t touch you….” You stop Dean mid sentence focusing on Castiel.  "We have to go Dean. Now! Please get us out of here.“

You knocked at the door, "Come in.” It was Dean’s sleepy voice that replied. If this wasnt going to be hard enough. You peeked your head through, “(Y/n)?” You laugh, “How did you know? Your eyes are not open.” Dean mumbled, “Your shadow is small. You’re not Sam size.” That made perfect sense. “You’re more clever than you look Winchester,” you say sitting down on his side of the bed. He raised his head and the sheet move. He was shirtless. You almost choked. “Why are you in my room at two in the morning and I’ll shoot you if you say monster in your closet,” he warned. You smiled and your hands fidgeted in your lap a little, “More like skeletons in the closet.” Dean looked confused, “(Y/n). I love you with all my heart, but please stop being all cryptic with me. It’s frustrating to us Neanderthals.” You began to laugh and then you nod, “What I mean is, I ended it with my husband. I was thinking of you constantly. It wasnt fair. Not to him or me. Especially not to you.” Dean remained still and you walked to the other side of the bed. He began to lay back and you slid in next to him like you did so many times before you moved out. “Remember,” he said with his arm under you like a pillow, “The first day just you came over to talk to me and Sam and you only brought me coffee and Sam got pissy and left.” Dean chuckled and it reverberated into your back. You loved his laugh. “First time we, well, ahem,” you cough it out and he laughs harder. “Can I just sleep here tonight,” you say in an unexpectedly shy tone. Dean’s green eyes peered into yours and you forgot to breath for a moment. “Anytime sweetheart,” he said pulling you closer, “My bed is your bed.”

There was no sound real that night. Dean listened to the bumps and creaks in the bunker. He heard Sam snoring six doors away. But the sound he focused on the most was a small thump. It was (Y/n)’s heart against his side as she slept peacefully. Leaning down he kissed her head. “I know you cant hear me,” he said in a whisper, “but, Im….we’re glad to have you home. Please, don’t ever leave like that again. I love you.”

You heard every word, “I love you too Dean.”


Five years later

“DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!” screamed a four year old Lola from the back of the Impala. Her bright green eyes were clouded by a thick mop of messy curls. You turn to hand your daughter her sippy cup, “You want this?” The sun was shining as you made your way back from the store to the bunker. “No ommy,” she smiled. Dean grinned and looked in his rear view mirror. Reaching over to the tape deck he pushes in his Led Zeppelin cassette and turning up “Over the Hills and Far Away.” Lola’s little feet began to swing as she kept time with the music. “There you go princess,” he chuckled. Putting your hand on Dean’s lap, he picked up your hand in his and kissed the back of it. You wink at him, “She’s got good taste. Just like her father.”

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Remus Lupin x Reader
31. “You’re so cute when you’re sleepy.“  

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

With your back against the headboard, you sit on the bed with Remus’ grey t-shirt on you, a book between your hands. It’s almost noon, but your boyfriend is still fast asleep, low hummings left his mouth as he sleeping like a baby. You glance up from your book, looking at him and bit your lip – he looks so adorable. This is the sight which you will never get tired of seeing. After you put down your book on the night stand, you slid next to him, tracing tiny kisses on his bare shoulder. He growls lowly, but didn’t open his eyes. You giggled at his reaction, shook your head before left the bedroom. 

The smell of fresh coffee fills the room as you tanding in the kitchen, making breakfast whilst you singing your favourite song quietly when you feel two big arms sneaking around your waist, a chin resting on your shoulder.

„Morning, sleepy-head.” – you murmured, slowly turning around.

He presses his forehead against yours. „You really had to wake me up?”

„It’s past noon, you dolt.” - you said, cupping his face.

His eyes flutters open, snapping up his head. „Sorry, love. Somebody kept me up all night.”

„Are you complaining?” – you asked with a cocked eyebrow.

„Of course I’m not.” – he said with a raspy voice, grinning before he leaning closer, kissing you slowly and gently.

His hair disheveled, eyes still weary as he burry his face in the crook of your neck, pulling you closer. You giggle as running your fingers between his brown locks.

„You’re so cute when you’re sleepy.”

You feel his smile on your collarbone, he presses a kiss on it before he says, „I’m almost always sleepy.”

„You’re almost always cute, then.”

He chuckles, drawing circles on your back with his hand, placing his head on your shoulders again. You gently push him away. „What if we eat some breakfast first and then spending the whole day in bed?”

With dilated pupils, Remus cup your cheek. „You’re the best.”

„I know.” – you smile, give a quick kiss on his lips before you turn back to the countertops.

Crawl

Sherman thinks he has the twins figured out…to some extent (UNEDITED)

Sherman stared at the baby in front of him as the child stared at him with those wide brown eyes. The child had not done anything but stare at him for the past few minutes. A few steps away was the second one. The child happily shaking the rattle their grandmother had given him on Hanukah like it was the best thing in the world.

“Stanley,” the nine-year-old said and smiled when the baby stopped shaking the rattle and looked over at his older brother.

The chubby face’s smile dropping some and eyes going wide. Seeing who had said his name brought the baby back into a fit of giggles and the boy shook the rattle harder. His twin brother had stopped staring at Shermie and now was staring at him.

Stanley seemed to stop when Stanford began to watch him. The two babies staring at each other in that creepy way they did before Stan threw the rattle and clumsily got on his little hands and knees and crawled over to his brother.

“Why can’t you do that, Stanford?”

At the sound of his name the first twin turned back to look at his older brother; large brown eyes staring up at him. Sherman just narrowed his and stared right back.

“Stanley figured it you,” the boy continued, “It ain’t that hard.”

Stanley just completed the unsteady journey and giggled when he laid down next to his brother. The baby’s pudgy hand reaching out and holding onto his twin’s shirt. Sherman stared at them while Stanford started to make noises as his brother in that weird baby language.

The child’s brain whirring as gears started to work. Every time since Stanley had first started crawling had been to get over to wherever Stanford had been sat. Carefully the eldest Pines detached the two babies and put Stanley into his lap.

Stan tilted his head up to look at his older brother curiously as the boy moved back a short distance from the first twin. Stanford stared at them both, the babies face scrunching up in confusion as he stared at his now far away brothers.

He made a noise of unhappiness and reached his hands out towards them; twelve pudgy fingers making a grabbing motion at the two of them. Stanley started to wiggle in Sherman’s lap as he tried to answer to his twin’s whimpers. Shermie kept his grip though and kept his gaze on his lonely brother.

“Come on, Ford,” he encouraged, “Just do what Stan does.”

The baby in front of him looked as red in the face as the one in his lap but Sherman ignored. He knew that if one of them started to cry they both would and that would mean his Ma would have disrupted calls but he didn’t care. He wanted to see both of them crawling around instead of just Stanley getting into things.

Just when it looked like Stanford was about to start crying the baby put his hands down on the floor and seemed to struggle to turn himself so he was more on his knees. Sherman felt a grin grown on his face as Stanley started to make little whining noises in his lap and the elder twin began to slowly and shakily crawl towards them.

“Ma!” Sherman called over his shoulder.

“What Sherman?” His mother’s voice echoed from another part of the home.

“Ma, I got him to do it! Ford’s crawling!”

Sherman turned his head back to watch his brother made the slowly crawl across the carpet and towards him. The sound of heels announcing the approach of his mother. She arrived in the room just to see the baby finish his journey and grab onto Sherman’s arm and Stanley’s hand.

The two babies staring at each other before Ford began to babble nonsense at his twin.

“Did you see it, Ma? Did you see him?” Shermie felt pride well up in him as he let Stanley wiggle out of his lap.

“I saw him,” his mother chuckled, “Growing up so fast. Before you know it they’ll both me running circles around you.”

Their mother ruffled her eldest son’s hair and turned to leave.

“I just have to finish with this client and I’ll take them off your hands alright?” She said over his shoulder, a smile on her face.

Sherman wasn’t listening as he pulled his two younger brother’s onto his lap and hugged them close. The woman smiled at the scene and slipped out of the living room; leaving her sons to bond and celebrate the new skill that was learned.

Kurt Wagner as a Father Imagines.

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

  • Imagine Kurt reading the bible to his baby in German, while holding their bottle with his tail.
  • Imagine him singing songs to his baby in German that he sung to himself in the circus when he couldn’t fall asleep.
  • Imagine Kurt trying to dress his baby, and clashing their clothing, much like he does with himself. He likes to take pictures of them.
  • Imagine Kurt with a baby strapped on his chest and walking around. 
  • Imagine Kurt letting his baby nibble at his tail idly.
  • Imagine Kurt looking at his baby with the utmost adoration in his eyes.
  • Imagine Kurt freezing when his baby touches his face, tracing the marks there. They give him a wide smile and giggle, causing Kurt to smile back at them.
  • Imagine Kurt making silly noises while feeding his baby. “omnomnomnom”
  • Imagine Kurt being confused as to how to make a bottle, so he watches you intently when you make them.
    • It still confuses him, even after watching you and having you explain.
  • Imagine Kurt teleporting into the babies room when he hears them crying.
  • Imagine Kurt’s baby having his ears, and his ability to teleport. —Imagine Kurt explaining to his kid(s) about their mutations when they’re old enough.
    • Lots and lots of chaos because of the teleporting ability. 
      • “WHA-WHERE DID THE BABY GO?!”
          • “I LOST THE BABY (NAME) IS GOING TO KILL ME”
Joker Baby Headcanon

♦ For the babies first Halloween they dress in the scariest costumes they can think of
♦ ‘Normal’
♦ They break into various homes to celebrate
♦ Eventually the baby starts crying and shaking her head at Joker
♦ “What’s wrong princess?” 
♦ She puts her hands out in protest when he tries to pick her up.
♦ Refuses to look at him and keeps crying ‘da-da’
♦ “Puddin I don’t she likes the costumes”
♦ Harley tries to hold in her giggles adoring cuteness 

♦ Joker hating seeing her cry and being rejected
♦ Tearing at his face to get the makeup off 
♦ Shooting bullets into the wall every time Harley laughs at him 
♦ Harley trying to hold her up while she wiggles to break free
The baby refusing to look at them
♦ “FROST GET THE CAR”
♦ Getting home and him washing the makeup off
♦ The baby immedately smiles and reaches for him
♦ Refusing to let the baby sleep in her crib she has to sleep on his chest

anonymous asked:

Sonny and Rafael hear giggling and cooing from Olivers nursery,they decide to see what he finds so amusing. When they get in his room Elisa is in his crib with him playing peek-a-boo

I LOVE THE BARISI CHILDREN SO MUCH YOU GUYS, GAHHHH.

Okay, but can you imagine the love and pure adoration that Sonny and Rafael feel as they open Oliver’s bedroom door to see their two babies playing together?!?!

Like, okay, yeah, it probably isn’t the safest thing in the world for Elisa to have climbed into Oliver’s crib with him, but god, they can’t be mad when they look at their children’s smiling faces and hear their happy giggles.

Elisa’s bent over Oliver, her long strands of hair tickling his cheeks and face as she covers her eyes and asks, “Ready, Ollie?! One, two, three! Peekaboo!”

And as soon as her hands fly out from over her eyes, Oliver’s screeching and cooing and giggling, his little feet and legs kicking and arms going wild as Elisa smiles down at him and tickles his belly.

Sonny and Rafael stand in Oliver’s doorway for a good half hour more, content to just watch as their babies play.

Imagine being the Daughter of Bruce Wayne

This may be something I write- for now it’s just some drabble.

This was also something requested a long time ago by @jillthekill , and I finally have an idea for it so…


“I’m the alpha bat.”

“You’re the baby bat.” Your dad told you, looking down at you with a small smile on his face. You giggled, small pigtails bouncing under the oversized mask you had placed on your head. You toddle over to him, your two year old body behaving much older then it should have. Bruce sighed and picked you up, giving up in trying to keep you out of the cave.

“Would you like to see the cave then sweetheart?” Your small eyes widened and your cheerio-shaped mouth dropped open.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

You clapped your small hands together, the bat cowl slipping forward and covering your eyes.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

********************************************************************

And that was the first day you saw what your father’s world was really like.

Compared to this day, it was relatively tame.

Now you were eighteen, and you couldn’t hear the bullet shots over your music.

“I want a girl with a mind like a diamond-”

You dodged behind a pillar and looked out discreetly, pin pointing your target.

“I want a girl who knows what’s best-”

You smiled in the gloomy dark of the warehouse, the light of the moon falling across your masked face.

“I want a girl with shoes that cut, And eyes that burn like cigarettes-”

You shoot a line to a pole at the top of the building, causing a slight woosh of wind as you were carried to that point.

“I want a girl with the right allocations-”

You giggled and caused the group under you to turn their guns up, shots shattering where you had been a millisecond ago.

“Who’s fast-”

You giggled again and then the light of the moon went out, the large window shutters all closing at once.

“and thorough-”

The men below were yelling, too busy to notice each other as one of the men disappeared into the ceiling.

“And sharp as a tack-”

A loud crack echoed through the warehouse, and you dropped right onto the shoulders of a goon.

“She’s playing with her jewelry-”

You wrapped your legs around the neck of the goon, and used your arms to guide the firing of his gun.

“She’s putting up her hair-”

The machine gun fired as the man ran around in circle, catching his unlucky companions and dropping everyone of them.

She’s touring the facility-”

Seeing that all the men had been shot, you broke his wrist and then lunged backwards with all your weight.

“And picking up slack-”

The man went down and you crushed his skull against the floor, as it was still twined in between your thighs.

“I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnng-”

You heard rustling. You turned quickly and then dropped your elbow into the nose of the man trying to sneak up behind you.

“- jacket……”

The last man fell to the floor, matching his other friends that were spread out around you. You nodded, impressed it had taken you just a verse to take this gang down. New record. Pulling one earbud from your ear, you nudged the man next to you with your black ankle boots.

Down for the count.

You smiled and turned on you heel, about to leave.

Instead, your phone rang.

You jumped and clamped one gloved hand over your sweatshirt pocket, muffling the ringtone. You sighed, reminding yourself that these men were not asleep- they’re dreams had been induced.

By you.

Violently.

So they wouldn’t be waking up because of your Backstreet Boy’s ringtone.

You slipped your phone out of your pocket and set it onto your shoulder as you began to climb a ladder.

“Hello?”

“(F/n)? Where are you?”

It was your dad.

Bruce Wayne- and also…

Batman.

You groaned as you climbed the ladder.

“What are you talking about? I’m in bed. You woke me up Dad.” You lied, yawning as you stepped onto the catwalk. Sadly, your father didn’t buy it.

“ (F/n) Wayne, you are not in bed- you’re supposed to be at the charity ball. With me- in two minutes.” You cursed openly, and took your phone off your shoulder.

“Dad- I forgot, I’m sorry.”

“And you also seemed to forget my rule about your night escapades.”

“Dad! You let Damian run around in the Robin uniform! He’s ten. I’m almost twenty!” You exclaimed. Your Dad didn’t seemed impressed.

“Get your butt to the Gotham Trilade in five minutes (F/n). And in a dress- no jeans this time.”

“But Dad-”

“No buts. Get over here.”

You groaned and hung up on your father, tempted to throw your phone.

He could always buy you a new one…

But then the police would use it for evidence and trace it back to you.

You sighed and opened the window you would leave from.

Sometimes it was hard being a Wayne.

Caution Gilmore girls spoilers-

Little side note for those who missed it: the ending with Rory saying she’s pregnant, is a parallel to the end of the pilot episode when she states that she has already ended up like her mom. The full circle idea was a theme throughout, mentioned by both Rory and Lorelei. Logan is the equivalent of Christopher which leads Jess to be Luke’s equivalent. These parallels have been set up since the introduction of each character! It was cleverly done. Yes not everyone got the closure they desired with Rory (and also Jess), but all you have to do is look at Lorelei to see her future!

Sorry for the rant, I’ll go back to giggling over Michele and his husband (praise) and the idea of him not knowing what to do with a baby and holding it like simba

mistletoe ; jeon jungkook (christmas special)

genre: fluff

summary: kissing this lil cutie underneath a mistletoe.

christmas imagines series: jungkook | yoongi | seokjin | namjoon | taehyung | jimin | hoseok

*cough*jin’sgirlfriendisme*cough*

“hey babe, are you ready?” jungkook whined as he looks at his watch. “you’ve been up there for half an hour!”

“mhm, i’m almost done!” you call, “stop whining like a baby.”

you giggle and unplug your phone from the charger, holding the railing.

“jesus,” jungkook mutters, breathing heavily.

“what?” you say, suddenly feeling insecure. “do i look-”

“no no.. you look hot. and cute.” jungkook coughed.

“a-ah oh.. thank you.”

you felt entirely different, wearing a mature dress with heels and makeup. it was a christmas party, and you had to look more put together rather than just wearing jungkook’s clothes.
jungkook took your hand and lead you to his car.

“you look nice.” you smile at him as he smiles back, putting his seatbelt on.

“thank you, y/n.” he says poshly as you laugh.

once you arrived at the dorm, already a ton of people were there.

“the golden couple has arrived!” namjoon announced as everyone paused and turned to you both, bowing.

you thought this little act was funny, so of course you played along.

everyone cheers as you blush.

“y/n! jungkook! my two little lovebirds - glad you could make it.” seokjin smiled. his girlfriend waved at you both shyly from behind.

“you both have really grown up!” she says. “you both look really good.”
“thank you unnie.” you smile. “thanks noona!”

“so, i have to show you something y/n.” seokjin’s girlfriend smiles widely at you, taking you down the corridor.

“just wait here, okay?”

“alright!” you say as she smiles again, walking away. you scratched your head, confused.

“h-hey hyung! stop pushing me!” you hear jungkook’s giggles from across. seokjin smirked as he saw you standing there.

“just wait here, okay?”

he said the exact same words as his girlfriend.

what was going on? you thought.

“oh hey y/n.” jungkook greeted shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

“those idiots..” you roll your eyes. jungkook laughs.

“so, what are we gonna do?” jungkook asks you.

“don’t ask me, i’m not the genius here.” you laugh as he does the same.

he looks up and freezes.

“hey…”

“hm?” you ask and look up to where he was looking. you froze too.

“mistletoe.. huh?” jungkook chuckles and grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“what are you doing?” you felt yourself turn red and go hot.

“it’s a mistletoe. couples are supposed to kiss under it.. right?” jungkook says sheepishly.

“i-i guess so..” you reply.

“there’s no need to be nervous, jagi.” jungkook chuckled, “we’ve kissed before, right?”

you nodded, “we’ll be eyed..”

“that’s good because they’ll know i’m yours.” jungkook eagerly pressed his soft lips against yours, you slipped your arms on his shoulders as his hands were holding your waist securely.

“we did it!” you heard a familiar voice then a high-five. you and jungkook chuckled within the kiss.

jungkook decided to deepen the kiss, which you didn’t mind at all.

he pulled away, smiling like an idiot.

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too.” you smile, “merry christmas, jeon.”

“merry christmas.” jungkook smiled, pulling you in again and placing a kiss on your forehead.

Seokjin Scenario: Like Father, Like Son.

Request: A scenario where You surprise Jin by visiting him in his MV shooting with your baby and everyone is gushing over how cute your baby is and Jin is proud of him and boasts he looks like him while the members tease him that your son looks better than Jin. even if he is the father. A cute funny fluff would be really nice thank you~~ 

Genre: Family / Friendship


–Are you excited to see daddy working? – you asked in a sweet voice, smiling down at your baby. Even if he was only six months old, he was already so grown. Seokmin giggled with glee and you smiled even wider, he was a happy boy and you were still amazed for every single thing that he did.

You made sure that his chair was correctly secured on the back seat and kissed tenderly his head before moving to the driver’s seat. You hadn’t said anything to Jin about going out with Seokmin because you didn’t want him to start asking questions about where you were going or offering himself to pick whatever it was that you needed so you could stay resting at the house. Seokjin had been so extra caring with you, making sure you got proper rest and helping as much as he could, but you were feeling quite well and didn’t need him checking everything up at every hour.

You laughed a little for yourself and were rewarded with a giggle from Seokmin to the sound of your laugh, you checked him up on the rearview to find him playing with the toy you’d placed on his torso just so he could reach it, it was actually one of Seokjin’s Mario figurines that he loved so much. The sight was endearing because now your son could take advantage of his father’s collection like the privileged boy he was since Jin would give the whole thing to him if Seokmin ever asked.

–Let’s give the best surprise to dad Seokminie, he’ll love it– Your son babbled a little incoherently but that was like the sweetest sound for you. You started the engine with the smile still present on your lips and Seokmin’s messy chatter sounding behind you.

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Requested by Anon #193

Barry: How did this happen?
Caitlin: We were in the lab and there was a complication.
Snart: Complication? You turned Y/N into a baby!
Cisco: Technically she’s just a kid so not really a baby.
Y/N: *pulls on Snart’s jacket*
Snart: What is it Y/N?
Y/N: You’re really pretty. *giggles and hides your face*
Cisco: Looks like Y/N likes you the most Snart.
Y/N: Cisco! No! Don’t tell him! *cries*
Iris: Cisco! Now look what you’ve done!
Barry: Y/N, why are you crying?
Y/N: Be..because Cisco told him that I liked Snot! *cries harder*
Barry: *laughs* Snot?
Caitlin: I don’t think she can say Snart yet.
Y/N: It’s not funny!
Snart: *kneels down to your level* Hey Y/N, do you want me to tell you a secret?
Y/N: *gasps* A secet?
Snart: *laughs a bit* Yes, a BIG secret.
Y/N: What?
Snart: *whispers* I think you’re pretty too.
Y/N: *squeals and hides her face*
Iris: What happened Y/N?
Y/N: He thinks I’m pretty too. *giggles and runs away*