look at his little gap tooth

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If the Sander Sides were different people, what do you think would be different in their appearance (eye colour, hair colour, etc.) and what zodiac signs do you think they would have? I'm just curious about what you think.

ok this is always a fun question and you can tell i thought about this too much lmao

anx would be the palest and lankiest of the four, he’d have blue eyes and his hair would be darker, like dark brunette it almost looks black until you see it in sunlight kind of colour ? his hair would be fluffier/curlier in a way too ?? and he’d definitely have an undercut and some wacky highlights (sorta like this). he’d have small black ear gauges and a septum piercing. he hides an array of freckles with foundation and doesn’t leave the house without eyeliner. and yes, i still hc him as an aquarius. fite me.

roman is slightly more tan, not hugely but you can tell he likes to venture outside a lot. he’s the tallest and most athletic out of the bunch. he’d have hazel eyes and his hair would be a lighter version of the original colour and slightly longer (not significantly tho). i hc him as a leo.

morality looks actually pretty strong but still has a soft look to him in terms of shape if u get me ?? he’s athletic but not majorly. he’d keep the warm brown eyes and have dimples when he smiles. also i kind of see him with a cute little tooth gap. he doesn’t have freckles but does have some beauty marks here and there. obviously he keeps the glasses. aaand he’s a cancer.

logan has still kind of sharp look about him, if you know what i mean. sharp jawline, sharp greyish/blueish eyes. he’s slightly pale (nothing compared to anx lmao) mainly from sitting inside working a lot. he has a beauty mark just below his right eye. he has this kinda ash brown hair that’s pushed back when it comes to style. he also wears glasses except they’re browline glasses. and finally, he is capricorn af

[jazz hands] i have no life 

Late Nights

Summary: Every night since you were a little girl, Peter Pan has come to visit you at your window, telling you stories of Neverland and his daring adventures

You run towards the window, blanket trailing behind your tottering body like a cape. Your steps quiet and your excitement muffled so your parents wouldn’t hear you. When you arrived at the window sill, you opened the panes and sat down cross legged. The moonlight shone brightly against the navy sky and golden stars. Peter arrived while you were distracted, and hid out of your view. But little you was smart, peeking around the corner of the window. You smiled at the boy, because he was your best friend. 

“Peter!” You whispered softly, “Look, I lost a tooth. Mommy put it under the pillow last night, and this morning, there was money!” You giggled, making a silly face at Peter in hopes to show in the gap where the tooth had previously lived. A smile lit up across  his face as he picked you up and placed you safely under the covers. 

“Listen little one, it is getting to late for you to be up, even though you’re turning 7 tomorrow. How about before I go, I tell you a new story?” You nodded furiously, wrapping yourself in your pink quilt and grabbing your trusted unicorn, Mr. Fluffy. As you settled into to bed and listened intently to Peter’s tale of heroics, you felt your eyes start to droop. Peter looked down at you and smiled, kissing your dainty forehead.

“Goodnight, little (y/n). Sweet dreams.”


It had been eight years, and still, Peter visited you any night he could. As you got older, he came less and less frequently. He knew you were growing up, and he believed that once you were old enough, you would leave and go to Neverland with him. But, as you grew older, you were less and less interested in his stories. Yet, any night he could, he would still come visit you. Most nights he would watch you do your homework or get ready for bed. But this night was different. Peter had arrived later than usual, and when the amber haired boy arrived, he seemed winded and excited. He grabbed you by the waist and spun you around. 

“Peter, what has gotten into you? I’m trying to do my English homework.” You growled playfully. Climbing back into your bed, you covered yourself with your pink quilt. The night was brisk, and with the window still open, you were struggling to keep warm. Peter paced around the room, but he didn’t seem angry or worried. You knew he was anxious, because his face was squinched into itself, his lips formed into a gentle smile.

“Ok…….so ummm….I don’t know how to say this but….the boys need a mother and I have told them about you and they want you to be their mother!” Peter beamed at his announcement, waiting for your response. Wrapping your quilt around your body, you get up from your bed and walked towards Peter.

“I don’t now what to say, Peter.”

“Then say you’ll leave. With me.”

Let Our Powers Combine!

This Trollhunter!Strickler fic series thing is inspired by @changepherrox‘s art and written scenario of Walter meeting Barbara, pre-show, and becoming part of the Lake family. After finding his place in the human world, he comes upon the Trollhunter amulet and struggles between protecting his family, being a double agent… and secretly defending a Trollmarket that doesn’t particularly want a changeling for a Trollhunter.

-The First (along with @changepherrox’s art that inspired it)
-A Brief Recapitulation of Troll-Changeling Friendships

In this fic: Jim and Walter have a superhero catchphrase that they say when they team up.

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Sound of Music AU: Adventures in Play Clothes

Huzzah! More Sound of Music!
You can previous installments here.

It was absolutely beautiful summer day and I made the executive decision to cancel all indoor activities the children had. We packed a picnic lunch and all eight of us tramped around the grounds of Lallybroch until it grew quite late.

Sitting with my back against the stone wall of an old building, I basked in the sun like a lizard. The structure was a mill at one point, the children told me, but was long since retired. It had a small pond that was fed by a stream with giant trees shading it.

“Mistress Claire?” Jenny’s sleepy voice came from the grass beside me.


“Can we do this every day?” She turned her head to the side to face me, one eye cracking open as she grinned.

I laughed. “Don’t you think it’d get old after awhile?”

Sighing, she contemplated the idea, then suggested, “Every other day?”

A cheer rose up from Brian in the tree beside me. Willie had reached the highest, reliable branch in his tree and that apparently made his younger brother the winner by default. Little Maggie boasted not one, but two flower crowns and Jenny had plaited everyone’s hair with remarkable skill. Ellen had devoured an entire book this afternoon and had a good start on a second. Joan had a remarkable bouquet going, of which I was proud guardian while she found other blooms to add to it. Marsali taken roost beside me and pulled out her sketchbook to capture the intricacies of each bloom.

I wondered at the last time they were able to have fun and be children. How long ago had it been? Not laughed at a practical joke done to a caregiver or staff, but truly had fun. My heart ached to think that it had been months, if not years.

They were such wonderful children. So inquisitive and adventurous when given the opportunity to do as they please. I had watched the older children help the younger ones on numerous occasions just this morning alone. How could they play such awful tricks on people when I knew they had such kind hearts?

“What are you thinking about?” Marsali asked.

I chuckled to myself. You know your face is an open book, Beauchamp.

“I was just wondering why you play practical jokes on your nannies.”

Ellen lowered her book and raised her eyebrows, “How else would we get Father’s attention?”

Ah, yes. The age old “negative attention is better than no attention at all.” I suppose I would have done the same in their shoes. Brushing off the notion, I set the posy of wildflowers beside Marsali and picked up my guitar.

“What are we going to do now?” Brian eagerly inquired as he wandered over, having descended from adventure in the skies.

“We’re going to figure out a song for you to sing for Lady Geneva when she comes.” Had I not looked up from my instrument to answer him, I would have missed the almost telepathic messages of panic passed between the children. All of them looked completely petrified at the notion.

Jenny was the first to speak, “We don’t know how to sing, Mistress Claire.”

“Of course you do!” I waved them off, thinking them merely humble. “Everyone knows how to sing.”

“Except us.” Willie commented dryly.

I stared at them, turning from one face to the next. “You really don’t know how to sing?”

Maggie had plopped down in front of me and shook her head sadly. “No, Mistress Claire.”

I smiled down at her, knowing with all my heart that I was were I was supposed to me. “Well, then. I’ll just have to teach you.”

The sun was beginning to set as we made our way back to the house. Our shadows were long and distorted, causing no small amount of laughter. We were worn out and more than slightly muddy. I pulled a piece of clover from the shoulder of Joan’s blouse and wondered absently if the rest of them sported the layer of debris that she did. She had by far been the tamest of the pack, but even Joan was dirty from head to toe.

Sounds of crunching gravel and a motor signaled a car coming up behind us. Without needing instruction, the children immediately moved to the side of the road and turned to look at the approaching vehicle.

Jenny commented as it came into sight, “I think that’s Father.”

“No, it isn’t,” Brian argued. “He won’t be back for days.”

“But doesn’t it look like Old Alec is driving?” Willie asked of his siblings at large. They each had an opinion, but all waved just in case it was indeed their father as the vehicle passed. The windows were darkly tinted, obscuring our view. This only lead to more speculation as we continued our walk.

“It was Father!” Marsali shouted as we entered the dooryard.

The children surrounded him en mass with choruses of welcome and delight.

Grinning, I turned to the slender brunette standing beside the car. “You must be Lady Dunsany. I’m Claire Beauchamp, the nanny.”

Her gray eyes were filled with humor as she greeted me with formal civility. I had the impression it was all she could do not to laugh outright and wondered what she thought of Captain Fraser’s noisy brood. What he himself thought of them was evident as he blew a sharp, shrill blast on his whistle.

Their reaction was immediate. Spinning on their heels, they turned a complete about face and were in line in seconds. Brian and Marsali were having trouble containing their mirth, but as a whole they were right back to the orderly bunch I had met a few days before… save the mud.

The Captain walked up and down the line, ensuring order was at hand before speaking. “Children, this is Lady Dunsany…” He turned away from them with a pained expression and faced us. “…and these are my children.”

Lady Geneva schooled her features, nodding to them with a murmured, “How do you do?”

Captain Fraser snapped back around, dismissing the children with a command to go get cleaned up. I started to move with them, but was forced to stop as I found a fuming Scot standing in my way.

“I think I’d better go see what Ian is up to,” the Lady Geneva commented uneasily as she left us and walked into the house.

Now that we no longer had an audience, the Captain made no effort to hide his displeasure. Anger, was really more like it. “My children have proper clothing, Nurse. I would ask that they wear them.”

“Not for playing in, they don’t.” I retorted, ready for battle. These children were worth fighting for.

“An’ just where did ye find these…”

“Play clothes,” I supplied.

His brows rose, “Is tha’ what ye call them?”

“It is. I made them from the drapes in my room since they didn’t —”

“Drapes?!” He exploded. “Dinna tell me my children have been wandering about the countryside dressed in drapes!”

I smiled at the remembrance of little Maggie’s laughter as Willie swung her thru the air. “Umhmm, and having a marvelous time.”

“They have uniforms!”

“Straitjackets, if you ask me.” I muttered under my breath.

“I dinna ask ye!”

Well, too bad, because you’re going to hear it anyway.

“They can’t play if they have to worry about spoiling their precious clothes all the ti–”

“I havena heard them complain.” He interrupted, his jaw set firmly.

“They wouldn’t dare!” I exploded. “They love you too much! They’re afraid of you too!”

“I willna allow ye to speak of my children in this manner, Mistress Beauchamp,” the Captain’s blue eyes flashed.

“Well, you’ve got to hear it from someone!” I took a step forward, meeting him toe to toe. “You’re never home long enough to get to know them! Take Ellen, for instance. She isn’t a child anymore! One of these days you’re going to wake up and find she’s grown into a woman. You won’t even know her!”

His face was becoming rather red, but I took little heed. He needed to hear this whether he liked it or not. 

“I said, I willna—”

“And what about William? He’s still a boy, but he wants so badly to be a man like you!”

He grabbed hold of my shoulders, his nose inches from mine. “Don’t ye dare speak of my son like–”

“Marsali could tell you about him,” my chin rose in defiance as I all but shouted up at him, “She notices everything! And Jenny, and Brian, and–”

“They are my children an’–”

“I’m not finished yet, Captain!” I shouted.

“Aye, ye are, Captain!” He responded in kind.

I blinked, completely taken aback.

“Nurse Beauchamp, I mean.” He took a step away from me, dropping his hands as he gained control over his voice. “Your services are no longer necess–”

The chorus of the song I had taught the children wafted thru the open window of the parlor. A hesitant chord was strummed as well and the sound sent a shock-wave thru the Captain. He tensed, turning towards it.

When he looked back to me a phrase or two later, his face was completely changed. He stood before me, but it was obvious his mind was far afield. “What is tha’?” He asked.

“It’s singing,” I answered, my heart aching for the children whose voices were entwined in harmony.

“Aye, I ken,” he shook his head, almost as if he was trying to dispel the vapors of the past. “But who?”

“Your children.”

His brows skyrocketed in the same gesture Ellen had used this very afternoon, “My children?”

I didn’t answer, but watched in silence as he slowly moved towards the open door. I followed once he was inside, standing in the shadows of the entry way and marveling at the scene before me.

The Captain stood at the center of the room with his children surrounding him on all sides. Little Maggie was in Willie’s arms and she reached instinctively for her father. My breath caught in my throat as he picked her up and held her close. He patted Joan on the head tenderly as she beamed up at him with her gap-toothed smile. Marsali bent and whispered something in her ear, prompting Joan to move towards Lady Dunsany with a small posy of her wildflowers outstretched in one hand.

“For me?” Lady Geneva smiled warmly at Joan, then looked to her father. “James, you never told me how wonderful your children are!’

James. Captain Fraser had a name after all. It suited him, I thought.

He turned his gaze to the door and I knew he had saw me. Drat. I quickly moved towards the stairs. He had just fired me, after all, and here I stood infringing on their intimate family moment.

“Nurse…” His voice stopped me just as my foot reached the bottom step. He crossed the hallway quickly and continued. “I, ah, shouldna have acted in such a manner towards ye. I apologize.”

I shook my head, “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m far too outspoken for my own good.”

He dropped his eyes as well as his voice, “Ye were right in yer words. I dinna ken my own children.”

“It’s not too late to get to know them, Captain. They desperately want to know you.” I said gently as I made my way up the stairs.

“Wait,” he bounded around the banister and stood a step below me, our eyes meeting as our difference in height vanished. “I want ye to stay.”

My surprise must have shown for he smiled at me rather meekly, adding, “I ask ye to stay, tha’ is.”

“If you really want me to,” I commented, more than a little unsure.

He nodded, “I do, I couldna find a better nanny.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“I am. Ye’ve brought music back into the house, I’d forgotten,” he said in all seriousness, then broke out into a wide smile. “Besides, I dinna think the agency would send me another nanny wi’ my track record.”

Short Story: Nick’s Day Out

It was her birthday.

Funny how he could never remember much else about her, but he remembered her birthday. It wasn’t like Nick, either, to remember a date more than a face. Old Nick prided himself on being able to read people, to pick up on the social nuances and micro expressions that gave so much away. Now, an appointment, an anniversary - those always slipped his mind. But he never forgot a face.

Except hers.

The synth clutched his bag of caps, the fabric threatening to tear beneath the harsh metal of his claw. Normally, he didn’t mind haggling. Myrna gave him a hard time, but the other merchants were friendly enough, and it was nice to get out and about in between cases.

Today, though. Today they’d ask questions he wasn’t sure he wanted to answer.

Gotta hold it together, old man.

The detective clenched what counted for his jaw and shuffled into the marketplace, hands stuffed in the pockets of his trenchcoat, hat pulled low over his brow. Myrna looked up with a menacing glower. 

“Bouquet, please,” he murmured.

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followingyoucuseyoureawesome  asked:

How would Sidon feel about his s/o who HATES their smile and whenever they laugh or grin they cover it with their hands? (My brother keeps pointing out I have a "horse mouth" cuse my gums show when i smile ;o;) Love the blog btw! <3

(*gasp* That’s so rude! ヽ(`д´;)/ If you need me to come beat him up I’ve got you friend regardless of my noodle arms! Allow me to provide a happy dose of Sidon for your recovery~ Also first try with no read more let’s see how it goes~ Enjoy!~)

S/o that hates their smile:

  • Picks up on it rather quickly

- It’s not an immediate epiphany the first few times he didn’t think anything of it but as he noticed you doing it more and more he realized that you had been hiding every time you laughed

-  Turning your head away so no one could see your face, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress your laughter, wrapping your lips around your teeth so they never show, covering your mouth with your hand or a piece of cloth 

- Doing everything you physically can to restrain yourself

- When Sidon realizes that you have been restraining yourself he’d quickly confront you about it though he will try to be as respectful to you as possible because he can tell this is likely a sensitive subject

- He has dozens of questions but he will not hound you about it and make you uncomfortable

  • Confused and a little sad

- SIdon is absolutely flabbergasted that anyone could possibly hate their smile especially not his sweet pearl when you finally explain to him why you’re always hiding it

- The Zora Prince is all about making people happy so smiles are important to him because they are evidence that he’s doing a good job

- It’s so sad to him that you don’t feel comfortable showing off something that is supposed to embody all of your happiness

- He would try to calm all of your worries and reassure you that he could never think any less of you

- He doesn’t care if your teeth are a little crooked, or you have a gap, or there’s a chip in your tooth, or your siblings always teased you about how they looked, or whatever it is that stops you from letting it show

- Sidon just wants to be able to see how happy he can make you, and how beautiful he knows you’ll look with it

  • Engage Operation: “Make You Smile Every Chance He Gets Because He Loves You So Much And He Wants You To Conquer Your Insecurities And Smile Whenever You Want”

- Sidon will do absolutely anything to make you laugh or smile using all of his free time just so he can catch a glimpse of that lovely look on your face

- He won’t press too hard, he would never want to force you to smile just because he wants to see it. Teasing you and playing around with you to give you the opportunity however is a different thing

- If you still will not put your hand down or stop muffling yourself he won’t call you out on it; it is your choice whether you want to show it or not, he will continue to joke with you or even launch surprise kisses or tickle attacks (beware of claws)

- He wants to see every part of you because you’re so precious to him but it is always going to be your choice

- The first time that he gets to hear your laugh, like really hear it without it being muffled or held back in any way he is ecstatic. He will stare at you with the widest grin his was tail wagging back and forth as he wraps his arms around you and gushes about how absolutely lovely you sound (what a sap)

- Sidon wants to see you happy above everything else, your smile isn’t beautiful to him because all your teeth are straight

- It’s beautiful because it’s your smile, and his little minnow’s smile is sweeter than any body else’s

Maybe it’s a bad idea. Maybe…


Castiel whirls around, hands quickly hiding the construction paper valentine behind his back. It’s large and kind of lopsided, but his Gabriel said it was just perfect: green like Dean’s eyes, big like his heart.

…It’s even got that one mistake that resembles the hole where his friend’s front teeth should be.

“Cas, here, I got something for you!”

Dean practically jumps up and down in his excitement, gap-toothed grin widening as he reveals, with a flourish, what is behind his back. “See?!” he exclaims. “It’s for today! For Valentime’s!”

In his little fingers, Dean holds a red rose.

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I Love Rock and Roll by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts, timkon (I've been thinking about that for decades but couldn't get to it)

There was something Tim didn’t say often. Hell, it was something he didn’t think often. But when the bouncer just let him and his friends into the small, out of the way club without even bothering to card them, they words just came tumbling out of his mouth. “Jason was right.” He gawked, looking over to Bart, who looked like he believed what had just happened even less than he could. Stephanie snorted and pushed his head, earning a look that she promptly ignored.

“Told you he had a point. It’s Gotham for Christ’s sake.” She chuckled. It wasn’t like they were horribly underaged, Bart was the youngest at 18 and Steph was almost twenty. In another year or so, she could have gotten into the 21 plus club legally without a problem. But as she and Jason had stated, it was Gotham, as long as you didn’t stir up enough trouble to involve the cops, no one cared.

Even then, Tim thought looking around the club, which was an utter cesspool of drugs and underaged drinking. A place like this probably has more than a few of Gotham’s finest in the owner’s pocket.

It wasn’t long before Steph ditched them, disappearing into the crowd of sweat, drugs and rock n’ roll that was the dance floor, following a girl that, while Tim only got a quick look at her, looked suspiciously like his sister. He thought about asking Cass when he got home but decided on the (off) chance he was wrong, he wouldn’t give his adoptive sister the blackmail fuel. Not that Tim acted out regularly. No, that was Jason’s and the Demon’s jobs, ones that they were far too good at for Tim to even think about getting into competition with them. It just felt nice to be the one to break the rules every once in awhile.

Bart’s betrayal hurt a little more, seeing how the younger teen had even asked Tim to stick close to him so they didn’t all lose each other when it was time to leave. But a high energy place like this where there was lots of people? Tim really shouldn’t of been surprised when he turned to ask him a question and Bart was gone, probably dancing with strangers. With a sigh, he headed to the bar to see if he could get a drink without the bartender double checking his I.D.. Spoiler alert: He could. Easily.

Maybe an hour went by and Tim had stayed in the spot he had (somehow) managed to get at the bar, not for lack of trying on some of the other patrons lack of trying. He had been asked to dance a grand total of twelve times, he had counted and turned down each of them. He sat there with his rum and coke and kept an eye out for Bart. Steph had texted him about ten minutes before and said she met with a friend and got a ride home (maybe asking Cass was worth the potential of her having blackmail on him) and he wanted to make sure his own ride was okay. He turned back to check his phone and sighed at the text he had gotten. Speak of the devil. Apparently Bart’s cousin, Wally, was there and he had booked it before he could see him without thinking. The text was probably meant to be a warning, since normally where Wally was, Dick wasn’t too far behind but Tim knew his older brother was stuck at a GCPD charity dinner along with their adoptive father. Even if Dick was there, Cass wasn’t the only one who had collected blackmail over the years. He let Bart know he didn’t have to circle the block for him, he would get a cab or text Jason (the good thing about having an older sibling that didn’t mind bending the rules, he wouldn’t rat him out) when he finished his drink. So much for a ‘wild night out’ he guessed.

He got a refill and texted Jay, figuring he was at work or with Roy when he didn’t immediately text him back. Deciding he’d give it another half hour or so until he called a cab, he tapped his fingers against the side of phone in time to the song that was playing. It was older, but a crowd favorite, one that he liked a lot (was it Joan Jett? Or Heart? He couldn’t actually remember) though for the life of him he couldn’t remember what it was. Suddenly, there was another body next to him. Out of instinct, Tim looked up and blinked. The guy was taller than him from what Tim could tell, leaning over the bar to try and flag down the bartender like many before him. The dark curls that made up his fauxhawk fell over his eyes a little, causing him to brush them away. He wore a leather jacket, dark jeans and…a Superman shirt? The last one had caught him off enough to snort, causing the guy to look over at him.

“Something funny?” He raised an eyebrow, though the hostility that was probably supposed to be in his voice was gone, blue eyes softening a bit when he actually looked at Tim, who gestured to his shirt.

“Just wasn’t expecting it with the rest of the get up.” He hummed, sipping his drink. He wasn’t drunk, he could handle more than two rum and cokes, but he was maybe a little buzzed because he couldn’t help stare at the bright, gap-toothed grin the other gave him.

“What can I say, I like my comics.” He chuckled, turning slightly to fully face Tim, looking him over as he leaned against the bar. “Got a name?”

“What’s it matter if I do?” He hummed, earning another chuckle that actually sounded like fucking sunshine.

“Well normally I like knowing someone’s name when I ask them to dance.” It was then he noticed he had a bit of an accent. Midwestern maybe? Whatever it was, it was doing things for him.


“Conner.” He smiled, leaning closer. “My friends call me Kon.”

“Well?” Tim raised an eyebrow, finishing off his drink.

“Huh?” Kon blinked in confusion. Tim smirked a little.

“I thought you were going to ask me to dance.”

There was that damn laugh again. Kon stood up straighter and offered his hand. “Dance with me?”

He took it and sent a quick text to his brother.

‘I won’t need that ride after all.’


~a one shot where Logan doesn’t rest and Patton just wants him to do self care~

warnings: none I think??

Logan pushed up his glasses, refocusing his gaze on the page’s small print. He was almost halfway through Les Miserables after having focused almost all of his time over the past two days on it. He was on the part where Marius was listening to the Jondrettes’ plans to con people through the thin walls of his flat, and he predicted that the dishonest family would somehow find him out soon. However, it was a little bit hard for him to focus uninterrupted on the words, since an unholy shouting was coming from the adjacent living room. The only vaguely melodic voice belonged to none other than Roman, who seemed to be rehearsing his own cover of Idina Menzel’s “Let It Go.” However, in typical Roman fashion, he never stopped to correct his off-key notes or consider what was happening around him. He did not once exit the living room to see if anyone was sleeping, or reading, or valued their quiet time. Logan rolled his eyes, focusing yet again on the same sentence he had tried to read three times previously. He only got to the word “Jondrette” in the middle of the sentence when a glaringly sharp “let it GO” tore him from the book once again. Placing the book face down on the couch between himself and Morality, who was sitting next to him and softly humming, he took a deep, exasperated breath.
“Scientifically speaking, Roman, when distracted by background noise, it is almost impossible for one to keep their undivided attention on only one task!” Logan sighed loudly, keeping his eyes pointed skyward and frowning. For a minute he received no response, but then Roman came out of the living room brushing his perfect hair backwards as though to fix a flaw that was not actually there.
“My dear friend Logan, whatever do you mean?” Roman grinned from ear to ear, cockiness written all over his contoured face.
“I mean, Roman, that your shouting is keeping me from fully processing this masterpiece.” Logan retorted, emphasizing the “shouting.” Roman immediately brought his hand to his heart, a melodramatically offended look crossing his face.
“Well, I never, Logan!” he gasped, his mouth still hanging open and his eyebrows furrowed. “I am blessing all of your ears with my powerful rendition of THIS masterpiece! I am absolutely killing it, SLAYING IT, just like I did the Dragon Witch! This is an outrage!”
“Yeah, that’s nice, Princey, but some of us are trying to sleep in this house,” came a surly voice from the stairs. There was Anxiety, sitting in his usual spot, in his usual sprawled position with the circles under his eyes darker than they’d ever been before. “I was finally not thinking about my impending death when your screaming made me want to make yours happen.”
Patton turned towards Anxiety, sternly pointing a finger at the edgelord.
“Now now, play nice!” He then turned to Roman, a gentle look softening his features. “Roman, Anxiety might be right this time. Not about your impending death, but about sleep! Not only is- was- Anxiety resting, but Thomas was up really late last night worrying about today’s audition-”
“With which I’m sure you were no help, Anxiety,” Logan jumped in, peering over the rim of his glasses at the edgelord.
“And he’s finally asleep right now. We need to let Thomas have a nap, okay?” Roman curled his lip in disdain, holding his face like that for a few seconds before letting out a dramatic puff of air.
“Fine! I’ll just have to try again later, when you’re all awake to hear what I have to offer.” With that, he flipped his hair and sauntered back into the living room.
“Well, I’m going back to sleep. Have a terrible night. Hate you all.” Anxiety grumbled before trudging back up the stairs. As Anxiety’s stomping grew farther away, Morality opened his mouth to speak.
“Logan, can I ask you something?” he questioned, his head cocked to one side.
“I believe you just did, Morality, but if you need to ask something else I see no reason why not.” Logan answered, wondering why Morality would ask a question like that. Morality took a deep breath in and then continued to speak.
“Okay. When I was awake at about three in the morning last night scrolling through Pinterest, I could see from my bedroom you sitting up on the couch and not looking like you were sleeping at all. Did you sleep at all last night?”
Logan furrowed his brow and tried to remember. He had not, in fact, slept at all the previous night, having been too invested in his book to stop for sleep.
“I did not; I simply have an appreciation for this book and failed to see a need to stop reading it at the time.” he offered, guessing from Morality’s slightly parted lips and raised eyebrows that he was concerned. “Why are you making that face?”
“Because the night before that you were up helping Thomas memorize his lines, and I don’t think you slept then either.”
Logan shrugged. “I knew that he needed help more than I needed sleep.”
Morality smiled his cheeky, gap-toothed smile that Logan always found himself wanting to see more of however much he felt it annoyed him.
“Logan honey, you are very sweet for helping him and I’m glad you love your book, but you need to sleep, okay?”
Logan put down his book- by then he had long since stopped trying to read past the same sentence- and looked Morality in the eye.
“Morality, I promise you I will try to sleep when it is nighttime. It is, however, only four in the afternoon.” Morality scooted a little closer to Logan and looked at him with large, dewy, pleading eyes. Obviously, the purpose of this expression was to appeal to Logan’s emotion so he would comply.
“Pleeeease, Logan? For me?” Logan picked up his book again and ventured beyond the long-lasting sentence- finding out that there was a small hole in the wall between Jondrette and Marius’s flats- before noticing out of the corner of his eye that Morality was still fixing him with the puppy dog eyes. Logan sighed, putting down his book and turning his body to face Morality.
“Since my two options here seem to be either you continuing to keep after me, or acquiesce to you and catch up on sleep, I choose to preserve some of my sanity and do the latter.”
Morality’s eyes immediately lit up like those of a child receiving a present. “Yayyyy!” Logan rolled his eyes and lay down on his back, bending his legs to the side so Morality still had room to sit. He slowly let his eyes shut, feeling his body relax already. However much he hated to admit it, maybe Morality had been right about his need for sleep. Just as he let his head loll to the side, he was interrupted from his state of relaxation by Morality’s soft whisper.
“Are you cold? Do you want my cardigan? How about a blanket? Or cuddle up to me! I’ll keep you warm! I’m comfy, I promise! I love cuddles! They’re so sweet, and so are you, and-”
“I will stay awake just to spite you should you continue,” Logan mumbled, enunciating every word. Whether Logan felt spiteful or not, though, his body was growing more exhausted by the second without any distractions to keep him from his sleepiness. He quickly gave into it, feeling himself become less aware of his surroundings. The last thing he felt was something warm and soft being draped over his whole body- a blanket. Knowing Morality had put it there, Logan let out a soft moan as a thank you before drifting off to sleep.
Morality smiled as Logan made the softest noise from under the thick fleece blanket. He really had been too tired, and Morality was glad to help him get to sleep. Although Morality really wanted to hug and cuddle him, he was glad just to have him close by. He always filled his heart with butterflies and made him almost speechless.
Looking at Logan again, Morality noticed that he still had his glasses on. He smiled to himself and reached to take them off so they wouldn’t get squished while Logan slept. Putting the glasses on the table in front of the couch where Logan could find them later, Morality reached back towards his face and brushed the stray hair off his forehead. He smiled as Logan moved slightly towards him in his sleep, curled into the fetal position and lying so that his knee touched Morality’s. All Morality could think of for the rest of the night was how smitten he was with Logan.

ShAaron 1/2 (Shalaska) - Wick and Frida

A/N: Very recently I discovered an old anime I watched as a kid (Ranma ½) and I showed it to Frida…. and one thing led to another. It is just a one-shot and it won’t get a sequel, probably. It’s not planned at least. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Feedback would be well appreciated as usual xoxo Wick

Summary: Alaska is set up to marry, and a complete stranger too! She doesn’t like it one bit and hates the other’s ways. They decide to hate each other in hopes of getting their elders to break off the engagement. But, as it turns out, there is a lot more to her Fiance then meets the eye!

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Thanks goes to @darnianwayne and her head cannon about Bruce noticing Damian losing his baby teeth, and thanks for the permission to write this, I had so much fun. XD

You can find the original HC here.


Bruce wasn’t sure he’d heard right, had Damian just said ow? At breakfast? He looked up from the stack of paperwork he was trying to get through to glance at his son. Damian was giving his apple a look that seemed to be accusing the fruit of attacking him.

“Something wrong with your apple?” Bruce asked.

Damian ran his tongue over his tooth and frowned, “It’s nothing, just a loose tooth.”

Bruce perked up, Damian had a loose tooth? Why hadn’t he thought about that before? Somehow he’d just assumed Damian had already lost all his teeth. Bruce seemed to fall for Damian’s ‘I act older than I am’ routine far too often and as a result he always found himself either assuming too much or too little of his son.

This time, he’d apparently assumed too much, “You want me to pull it for you?”

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anonymous asked:

drabble request: Peeta going grocery shopping with the toast babies and they keep asking for everything and he can't bring himself to say no to them and the total of all the things together is astoundingly high

Okay, I basically only did “Peeta going grocery shopping with his kids.” Sorry, my mind went other places! But here you go. 

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Instinct Part One

Summary: A lost child appears into your life only to bring you closer Jimin–a man that you’d thought you’d hated once upon a time. Now all you want is to be there for the child, and maybe his father–but only if his mother gets the hell out of the way.

Warnings—-eventually…..I’m not going to spoil those yet.

Parts: Two / Three / Four  / Five / Six / Seven /  Eight / Nine

“Eomma!!” Your knees nearly buckled with the sudden weight of a toddler wrapping his arms around your calves. The pile of clothing in your hands shifted nervously as you fumbled to catch a falling shirt. You were on clean up of the dressing rooms at work, only to find yourself suddenly burdened by a small child that you’d had no notice of moments before.

You looked over at him, watching a smile full of a sparse row of gummy teeth light up upon seeing your face. You couldn’t help but smile back at him, the adorable child too bright for your eyes. Like the child he was, your smile only makes him giggle and bury his shy face into your pant leg.

You looked up, expecting to see some embarrassed parent chasing after him only to find that the little boy is completely alone. The laughter dropped from your face as you swiveled your head to search for any sign of the toddler’s family, but there wasn’t any.

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Title: endlessly

Pairing: RoyalChaos

Rating: T

Summary: Anthony’s not exactly sure when he realized it, but the door was always open to him. He only has the one to himself, but there are a million, billion others he has the ability to walk through. Linearity doesn’t exist, but at the same time there are a million, billion lines all travelling parallel and perpendicular to each other. No one else knows, and he thinks he might be the sole person in the whole world, maybe even the universe, to know. What he doesn’t know is why he’s so special.

Notes: time traveler!chilled, offscreen physical abuse, onscreen verbal abuse, implied sexual abuse, offscreen deaths, i swear it isn’t as grim as this makes it seem okay it’s actually pretty happy

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anonymous asked:

Hello :D I love your blog, he's amazing and you are too! ^w^ I've just read the scenarios with Zoro,Luffy,Sanji,Franky and Ace with theirs kids and this is just sooooo freaking adorable >w< Can you make one with Usopp,Marco,Chopper and Law please? :3

(This is gonna be a reallyyyyy long one. I can already tell. To Anon 1: Aww! You’re amazing too! ^_^ Thanks for requesting! To Anon 2: Anon is happy! I’m glad! To Anon 3: Your English is fine! It’s so cute and so are you! It’s on the way!)

Sniper King Usopp:

Boy: It was the first Halloween where his six year old son didn’t want him to be a part of his costume. Usopp sighed softly as he waited on deck for the little guy. The rest of the crew had went off in their own costumes and went to town to celebrate with the island.”Daddy, I’m ready!” He heard a tiny voice say. He looked and blinked, seeing his son in brown overalls, goggles in his hair, and Usopp’s old sling shot in his other hand. Usopp blinked and knelt down by his son. “I don’t get why you’re wearing that, (Y/S/N).” The little boy just grinned, a tooth gap in his front teeth, and waved the sling shot around. “I wanted to be a hero! I’m you, daddy!” Usopp’s hand went to his heart and he couldn’t help the goofy smile on his face. He brought the little boy into his arms and stood up with him. “Let’s go get you candy, bud.” His son cheered and he chuckled as he got off the ship.

Girl: Usopp’s six year old daughter ran to him in almost tears. She had inherited Usopp’s curly hair and it was hard to manage at times. “Daddy! Please fix it!” Years with dealing with his own curly hair, he knew the struggle very well. He smiled at his six year old and sat on the deck. He put her down on his lap and grabbed the brush and clips from her. He gently ran the brush through her curly locks and held the clips in his mouth. With careful movements, he threaded the locks over one another to make a tight braid. He tied the end and took the two butterfly clips from his mouth, grabbing her bangs and pulling them back. He clipped the two bangs to keep them out of her face. He smiled and put the brush back on the wood boards. “There. All better.” She touched her hair and grinned before turning around and hugging him, giggling.

Marco the Phoenix:

Boy: His six month old son was having trouble sleeping one night and Marco went to go check on him. He leaned over the crib and looked at the crying baby boy. “Hey there, buddy. Shh. It’s alright now. Daddy’s here. Up and at ‘em.” He muttered while lifting the little boy and holding him in his arms. (Y/S/N)’s cries quieted down slightly at hearing his father’s soft heart beating. Marco rubbed his back gently with bouncing him a bit and walking around the room. He yawned a bit as his son’s cries quieted to small breaths. He sat down on a rocking chair that was in the corner of the room. He laid him on his chest and continued to rub his back. He heard small heavy breaths and sighed in relief as he was finally asleep. Marco leaned back and fell asleep himself.

Girl: The crew was very protective of Marco’s six month old daughter. They would take turns so that he and his partner could get some sleep after restless nights. He had just walked into the kitchen after waking up from a well needed sleep. Ace had the baby girl in his arms as he ate. He noticed the blonde and grinned. “Look who’s up!” He carefully handed the baby back to Marco. Marco smiled and kissed her nose gently. “Hi there, little one.” He lifted her up gently in the air as she cooed quietly, reaching out her hands to his face. He lowered her and kissed her nose again before cradling her in his arms. He took a seat at the table and ate, (Y/D/N) gently tugging at anything she could reach on her father.

Tony Tony Chopper:

Boy: Chopper was realizing soon that his 2 year old son would slowly but surely be taller than him. It saddened him a bit but he couldn’t do anything about it. He had been thinking about this very thoroughly while sitting on deck when he heard little footsteps wobble to him. Before he could react, (Y/S/N) hugged his side and smiled at him. “Daddy!” Chopper blushed lightly, still not used to the name. His son nuzzled his face against his fur and giggled into it. “Nap, daddy!” Chopper smiled and picked him up before putting him on his lap. “Okay. Nap time.” (Y/S/N) hugged him tightly and snuggled into him. Chopper held him, blushing lightly at the affection and patted the little one’s head. He shouldn’t worry about the future when his son was so small now.

Girl: (Y/D/N) walked into the infirmary with big tears in the corner of her (E/C) eyes. “D-Daddy!” She almost screamed. Chopper looked down at her concerned. “(Y/D/N)! Why are you crying?!” She sniffled and pointed at her knee, where a scratch was. His eyes widened as he picked her up and sat her on the edge of the bed. “What happened?!” She sniffled and wiped her eyes. “I-I f-fell…” He took out disinfectant and a bandaid. “Okay. This might sting a little.” She nodded and grabbed a pillow, hugging it tight. He put disinfectant on it, making her let out a small squeak of pain. His heart clenched but he put the bandaid on the scratch. He smiled at her. “See? All done!” He gave her knee a small peck and she giggled before throwing the pillow aside and hugging him in her small arms. “Thank you, daddy!” He smiled and hugged back. 

Trafalgar Law:

Boy: It was the first time he was in charge of watching over his newborn. He was nervous as he patted (Y/S/N)’s back gently and bouncing him while walking around the ship. He had just woken up from a nap and Law was a bit nervous. His crew watched him with a hint of amusement but also a bit of nervousness for the child. He tried to remember what he had to do after (Y/S/N) woke up. He quickly made his way to fridge after remembering and opened the fridge. (Y/S/N) started to let out little hiccups, ready to start crying, and he stiffened a bit. He took out a bottle and gently nudged his son’s lips with the top. He slowly opened his mouth and took the milk happily. Law sighed softly as he sat down in one of the chairs and cradled his son in one arm and held the bottle in his other hand. He smiled softly as he noticed (Y/S/N)’s eyes slowly close back into slumber.

Girl: He sat in a rocking chair in the corner of the baby room as his newborn daughter was cradled in his arms. She had just been born a couple days prior but he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was beautiful in his eyes. He was afraid if he looked away, he would miss something. He didn’t want to miss anything in this beautiful girl’s life. His crew were crowded around the doorway, in shock that their captain was being so quiet and gentle towards the little human being in his arms. (Y/D/N) big (E/C) eyes scanning around the room. She yawned and he couldn’t help but smile gently. He got up carefully and made his way over to the crib. He gently laid (Y/D/N) down and put a blanket over her. She started falling asleep as he gently caressed her cheek. He walked over to the night light and turned it on, ushering his crew out and hesitantly left the room. 

Buggy the Clown:

Boy: Buggy blinked at the little four year old as he grinned up at him. “You want to what?” (Y/S/N) pouted and pointed at Buggy’s face. “I want to look like you, daddy!” He blinked once again and couldn’t help but blush. He thought for a bit and nodded, picking him up and taking him to his room. He sat him down and took a kit out before starting to get to work on the four year old’s face. It was hard to believe that it’s been four years since (Y/S/N) was born. If he was honest, Buggy wasn’t looking forward ‘to having a little brat around’. That all changed when he was actually born. He instantly felt guilt for ever thinking that way. He put the stuff away and looked at (Y/S/N). He was grinning and giggling and Buggy couldn’t believe the resemblance. (Y/S/N) suddenly threw himself at him and hugged his waist tightly. “I’m like daddy now!” Buggy blushed again and smiled a bit before hugging him properly “Yeah yeah.”

Girl: Buggy was frantic. Four year old (Y/D/N) had wondered off by herself when they landed on an island. Cabaji was in charge of her but she was a sneaky little girl. The crew was running around looking everywhere for her. Buggy finally found her. The sight broke his heart. She was curled up in a ball sitting against the wall of a store, her hands in tight fists and wiping her eyes of the tears that were falling. He heard her muttering: “Be strong for daddy… Be strong for daddy…” He walked over, his panting finally under control. He knelt down on one knee and put his hand on her head gently. “I’m here, (Y/D/N). You don’t gotta be strong.” He murmured. She quickly looked up at the sound of her father’s voice. Big tears formed again and threw her arms around him. He stood up with her in his arms and headed back to the ship, rubbing her back as she cried into his neck. He would never admit if asked but he cooed quietly in her ear to calm her down. He was relieved that she was safe and in his arms again.

i’m feeling better since you know me; i was a lonely soul but that’s the old me

the “i lost my little brother at the grocery store and you found him and now it seems like you two are best friends and he doesn’t wanna lose contact with you so it seems like i’ll have to get your number - at least you’re hella cute” au was pretty much made for Tadahoney. inspiration comes from uponagraydawn’s (terrible/awful/wonderful/heartbreaking) baby!Hiro fan art and FoT au. 


Tadashi will swear up and down and on a stackof robotic textbooks he only took his eyes off Hiro for one second—and yet that one second was all his wayward, two-year-old baby brother needed to disappear into the busy market aisles.

Honestly after this, he doesn’t care what anyone says; he’s going to get a leash for that boy no matter how much Hiro rails against it, he can’t run off like this, what would Aunt Cass say if he lost Hiro

Tadashi races up and down the aisles, barely keeping his hat on his head as he runs. People look at him like he’s crazy as he cranes his neck to look down the lanes, searching frantically for a head of uncontrollable black flyaway hair, a childish laugh.

What if he goes outside, what if he walks into the busy street, what if someone takes him—


Tadashi skids to a halt, almost tripping over his own feet at the sound of his little brother’s voice and there he is, the little brat, grinning that gap-toothed grin that fools everybody except those that know better. He waves merrily at Tadashi, completely unconcerned at his older brother’s frantic expression. Tadashi recovers and kneels down to be on Hiro’s level and “Look, Dashi,” Hiro says eagerly, pointing at someone’s legs, “cookies!”

“He really seems to want them,” says a new voice, light and airy and female and Tadashi looks up—

And up, the girl in front of him is his height and few inches in those skyscraper heels she’s wearing, tall and graceful and willow slender, like the cranes on Aunt Cass’s printed screens at home. Her eyes are hazel green and her hair dark gold, hanging loose down her back. She’s smiling at him now, a bright smile that matches the cheerful yellow of her daisy-print dress and platform shoes.

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Welcome to the Con Part 11

Originally posted by supermerwholocked2893

Summary: Your friend Lauren and yourself are having the best time at a Supernatural convention. You meet Jared and Jensen in the photo op, and they’re just as awesome as you imagined. Jensen is charming and you seem to click right away. But as life goes, you sadly have to say goodbye.
During the panel, however, the unexpected happens….

 Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9  Part 10

You stand in the airport, Jensen’s arms wrapped around you. Your eyes are closed and you’re savoring these last few moments with him before he goes.

“Are you sure you have to leave?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Will you call me when you land?”

“Won’t it be late?”

“I don’t care.”

He chuckles at the serious expression on your face. He presses a quick kiss to your hair, holding you a bit tighter.

“Okay, okay. I’ll call you.”

“Say hi to everyone for me?”

“Of course.”

He pulls away, reluctant to walk away. You blink back a few tears, reaching up to grab his collar. You pull him down for a quick kiss, one promising that there will be more.

“Jensen, I-”

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Derek- Never Been Happier

Request-  Could you do a Derek one where the readers pregnant and she has a lot of little cousins and younger siblings, and at a family thing Derek sees how good she is with kids and fluff lots of fluff

A/N- Here it is, hun! Sorry if it’s short. Next up is either a Lydia imagine or a Stiles imagine, and then after I write an Allison imagine it’s all Stiles until I open my requests. 

Derek slowed to a stop outside the large house, his eyebrows raising as he saw the amount of people going in and out. There were people spread out across the huge yard, grouped together in little pods as they laughed and talked. The former alpha looked over at you, staring up at the house with a smile on your face. “God, it looks like everyone showed up.”
“We could always just turn back,” Derek suggested. “Pretend we were never here.”
He reached out to take the car out of park, but with a smile, you reached forward and placed your hand over his. “Nice try, Hale. Come on. My family already loves you.”
“I know,” he stated with a smirk, recalling the last time he had been to a family gathering with you. “Your grandma wouldn’t stop telling me.”
“She just likes you for your abs,” you told him playfully.
“And you don’t?” he questioned.
“Oh, I do,” you assured him. “ But I’m also in it for your wonderful cooking.”
Derek grinned at you, staring lovingly toward you with those warm green eyes. You smiled and with a sigh, you reached out for the door, only to hear “Wait, wait, wait!”
You huffed and raised your eyebrows at him, just as he hopped out and came around to your side of the car. He opened the door for you and reached out, taking your hand to help you out of the car.
“Derek, what the hell?” you asked as he led you up to the curb.
“Precious cargo, remember?”
He nodded down to your stomach and you flushed. “Well, I’m not an invalid. I think I can handle getting out of a car by myself.”
“I know, but it makes me feel better,” he informed you.
You sighed. “Speaking of, let’s keep this-” You gestured down to your stomach. “-a secret. This party is about my grandmother and I don’t want to make it about me. God knows they’ll throw me my own later.”
“Got it,” he assured you.
“Alright,” you told him as you walked up the sidewalk. “Get ready for a lot of crazy kids. Basically my whole family is here, and that means my little cousins are too. And you’re what? 5’9? 6 feet tall?”
“Uh, yeah,” he told you as you walked up the porch.
“Yeah, they’ll probably try to climb you,” you told him honestly. “So I’m apologizing now.”
“That’s okay,” he told you with a smile, leaning down to peck you on the lips. “It’ll be good practice.”
You smiled against his lips as you pulled away, just as the front door opened. “Y/n’s here! And she’s making out with her boyfriend!”
You flashed a disappointed look at your cousin Cindy, who was hanging out the door with a gap-toothed grin. She stuck her tongue out at you and you sighed.
“You ruined my moment,” you complained. “…and now I’m gonna get you for it!”
Her eyes went wide as you pulled away from Derek and chased her into the house, pushing the door to the side. Derek watched in shock as you grabbed the eight year old and began to tickle her sides, swinging her up into your arms. She squealed and cried out between laughs, begging you to stop.
You eventually did, but not before a warm smile had found its way onto Derek’s face. He knew you were good with kids since you had so many of them in your family. You had also had a few little siblings growing up and you were still pretty close with them. Derek remembered that feeling of being surrounded by family and every time he was around yours, he found himself grateful that he could even be a part of it.
Watching you with your cousin made his heart swell, mostly because he couldn’t wait to have a kid of his own. He had no doubt you would be a great mom and he fought the urge to walk up and kiss you right there and then. Having lost so much of his family in the fire, he was jumping at the chance to start one of his own.
You finally stopped tickling Cindy and set her down, but not before a few of your aunts and your grandmother had shuffled into the front hall. You ruffled Cindy’s hair as she disappeared into the kitchen and you began to say hello.
“Y/n,” one of your aunts cooed. “You’re so good with kids.”
You shrugged. “I kind of had to be when I was younger. I guess it just stuck with me.”
“What about you, Derek?” you grandmother asked. “Do you like kids?”
“Oh, yes ma’am,” Derek told her, stepping forward.
“He’s great with them,” you added. “He might look scary, but he’s a giant teddy bear.”
“So where are they?” another aunt asked. “The kids?”
“Excuse me?” you practically choked.
“Oh, come on, Y/n,” she told you. “You’re obviously in love. You have been for years
and you’re wonderful with kids. When are you having one of your own?”
Derek shot you a glance, raising his eyebrows as if to say “Do you wanna tell them, or should I?”
You sighed and looked over at your family. “Well, actually…”
Whether it was their intuition or the look on your face that gave it away, they suddenly erupted into cheering. You grandmother reached forward and grabbed your hands.
“Oh, Y/n, I’m so happy for you!”
“But I didn’t even-”
“A mother knows,” she told you. “You’ll find that out eventually.”
Derek reached out to rub your back as your aunts practically screamed in your face. Was it a boy or a girl? What names were you thinking of? Of course there would have to be a baby shower.
Derek looked down at your flushed face as you nodded hastily and explained that you didn’t really know anything about it but that you would soon. You seemed a little overwhelmed, but you were obviously happy and Derek was too. While there might have been several family members screaming in your face, he could tell you were excited. He felt the same way and if he was being honest, he had never been happier.