my son is growing up too quickly


Smallville 10x08 / Supergirl 1x01

My dearest Kal-El, our love will always be with you. I can already see you carry within you your father’s independent spirit. – But more importantly, your mother’s never-ending bravery and her compassionate heart.– Quickly, before it’s too late. We may not have been able to save our planet…– … but we are confident you will become Earth’s greatest savior. And never doubt that, just as you are a part of us, we will always be a part of you. Farewell, my son.


Kara, my brave daughter. By now you have become the woman I knew you would grow up to be. And though you were sent to Earth to protect young Kal-El, your destiny is not tied to his. There is no correct path in life. You will lose your way many times. What’s important is that you find your way back to the brave girl you always were. Be wise, be strong and always be true to yourself.

Legolas #2

Request: “ Hello! Can you do a Legolas x Reader fic where you really like him but his dad tells you that you aren’t good enough to be with Legolas but after a festival you and Legolas hook up? Please? Thanks. “

>> Legolas x Reader

Author: Yaaaay my precious elf :3 Also sorry that this takes me so long, but I totally forgot about my exam tomorrow xD

You smile after him as he leaves to go to his chambers. He handed you his bow and quiver since you offered to take them with you to the armory.
Walking there, you place Legolas’ precious bow and quiver neatly in their places right next to your weapons.

You just came back from hunting spiders with the king’s guard and the prince.
Taking off your weapons and armor, you are left in your casual tunic as a guard peeks his head around the corner.

“(y/n) ? King Thranduil wants to see you.”
“I will be there in-”
“Immediately.” The guard cuts you off.

Your eyes widen a bit. What could be so important ?

You quickly walk up the stairs and push through the heavy doors, entering the throne room.

Not missing a beat, you bow to your King, waiting for him to start talking.

“(y/n) ?” Thranduil speaks and you stand up straight again.
“Yes, my King ?” You say, hoping your voice isn’t quivering… too much.

“I have come to notice that you are growing quite fond of my son.” He says, slowly walking down the stairs.

You hide your smile as your mind wanders to Legolas. He is very kind to you. You always have his back and he has yours. When he visits you in your freetime he sometimes even reads Elvish poetry to you and you can’t stop listening.

“Yes, my King.” You smile slightly.
“But I will not allow that.” The King says, now standing in front of you.

Your smile vanishes immediately

“You are just the daughter of a blacksmith. No royalty whatsoever. You are not worth my son’s love.”

Your eyes begin to sting. Never seeing Legolas again. This is what Thranduil wants from you.


You walk through the corridors of the palace, slowly walking around.
Listening to the faint music of the throne room, you wonder what Legolas is doing at the moment.

Probably not thinking about you.

You sigh and walk to a small balcony and sit on the railing, your feet dangling over the edge.

Legolas is your one. Whether you deny it or not. You felt it the first time he handed you your weapons.

Silent tears roll down your cheeks and you sniff lightly.

“No one’s going to miss me anyways.” You whisper to yourself as you take a deep breath, preparing to let go.

“I always wanted to fly.” You smile and sniff.

“I know you did.” Legolas’ voice calls from behind you.

Whipping your head around you grip the railing tighter than before.

“(y/n). Come over here, please.” The Elven Prince begs you, holding out his hand.
As much as you want to take his hand, you can’t.
“I can’t, Legolas.”
“I know you can. My father is not right. Don’t let go. Please, (y/n).” Legolas speaks while you look over the landscape bathed in moonlight.

Using this moment of your inattention, he quickly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back from the railing back into the corridor.

You yell and kick furiously but give up as soon as you realize that you can’t defeat him.
So your bury your face in your hands and cry.
Legolas turns you around so that you are facing him.
He says nothing as he pulls you to him and lets you cry on his shoulder. Rubbing your back, he slides down the wall with you, making you sit in his lap.

“I can’t do this, Legolas.”
“Shhh…” He soothes you.

You look at him with puffy red eyes, tear stained cheeks and red nose.
Legolas lips twitch into a slight smile as he rubs away the wet tears, keeping his hands on your jaw.

“We can do this. I spoke to my father already.”

You place one hand on his cheek and your other covers one of his on your neck.
You can’t contain yourself anymore.

Leaning in, you place your lips on his lightly, you uncertainity still shining through your actions.
You pull away and you look at each other lovingly as you stroke one strand of his hair from his face.
His smile grows wider than you have ever seen and he leans in again to capture your lips once again.
More passionate this time, you keep your lips locked in a never ending kiss.
You move your lips enthusiastically against the others, lips smacking and noses bumping once in a while.

By the time you break away from each other, you are straddling his hips and his hands are on your behind while your are tangled in his hair.
Resting your forehead against his you breathe “Yes, we can do this.”

anonymous asked:

-a little boy- Mama, what's a lesbian? Caleb says that's what you and Mummy are. Does that mean I am too? The same way as how you and Mummy are Jewish so I get to be too?

Send anons as my character’s child || accepting

Lena can’t help the snort that escapes her at her son’s question, but she quickly stifles it, not wanting the boy to think she’s laughing at him. Shaking her head softly she mutters, “What’re they even teachin in school? Bloody ‘ell…” Her lips quirk into a smile and she giggles softly, “Well, love, a lesbian’s a woman that falls in love only with other women, innit? So if ya grow up and realize you’re a woman ‘n you only get feelins for women, then you could be a lesbian. But it’s not inherited, love. Not like our culture is.” She ruffles his hair, expression affectionate. 

prompt: Inspired but this drawing from @tappity-tap. I just couldn’t help myself, tbh
pairing: Uzumaki fam-bam.
notes: OKay, here is a fic from me, after, like, forever. It’s been a while since I’ve been inspired, so i hope this is ok. Ok. BYe. (also, i have no idea what i am doing with this, but here.)



His eyebrow spasmed. “What did you just call me?” There was a moment of second guessing in his hand that reached up to take his son’s shirt collar. But the moment his fist clenched fabric he felt in control again.

That was until Boruto narrowed his eyes with his own hand clenching around Naruto’s wrist. “Let go.”

When had his son become so fucking cheeky. “You don’t call your father by his name.” He dropped his hand, and his son dropped his.

“Then don’t lecture me.” He took another bite of his toast, giving Naruto the cold shoulder. If this boy thought he had won, he had better think again. 

Naruto stood from the table, chair squeaking against the wooden floor boards. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for when he was about to say. 

“I got to go.” Boruto, too, got up, though as quickly as he sat and ate, he left just as so. 

“UGH!” Naruto fumed, cheeks reddening and blood pressure rising. 

Hinata, from the kitchen, sighed, giving her husband the most sympathetic smile she could manage. “Dear..”

“Hinata..when will it be my turn to win?” Pouting he moved to his wife, seeking comfort to his enraged feelings toward his son. 

She wrapped her arms around him, placing a small kiss on his forehead that he so lovingly brought down to her level. “He’s a teenager, darling, he’ll grow out of it.” 

He looked at her incredulously, scoffing at her comment. “I was never like that.” Hinata raised a brow, and quickly he changed his mind. “Okay, maybe a little.” 

From the hallway he could hear Boruto placing on his shoes, loudly. Hinata took his chin and her eyes held all his confidence. “Talk to him before he leave.”

He sighed heavily, feeling like it was useless, which he knew to be right. “Fine..Boruto, wait!” He rushed now towards the door where his son was already half way out of.

“Yeah.” He wasn’t even look at him. 

“We need to talk.” He tried to manage his voice to be as stern as possible. 

Boruto rolled his eyes, closing the door. “Make it quick, I’m going to be late.”

 Again, there was that urge to punch his son, and it reminded him of his youth whenever Sasuke spoke. He kept it together though, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. “Miso ramen is better.”

“Shut up.” There it was again, that phrase that started it all. “Pork is clearly the best. All you eat it miso ramen, so of course you’re going to say that, idiot dad.”

He didn’t know what he was doing, but suddenly his fist was through the wall, plaster cracking all around his forearm. He didn’t care if that was his son’s opinion, no, not at all. It didn’t matter to Naruto that his son preferred pork ramen over miso. Naruto wouldn’t have cared, but it was the way he said it. It was matter-of-fact, and snotty, like it didn’t matter his father said, pork would always be superior because Boruto said so. And then, the ‘idiot dad’ at the end. That put the cherry on the asshole sundae for him, and sent his fist through the wall. He was going to beat his smug son into the ground. 

“Himawari!” Naruto yelled, and there was a small yelped that answered back first, followed by the rush of foot steps and then the thumping of his feet as she rushed down the stairs, his daughter’s face blanched when he took in her father’s cherry red face and the popping of his veins. She had never seen him so enraged. 

“Y-yes, dad.” Her voice was small, like if she said it any louder he would snap. 

Naruto removed his fist from the wall, making a metal note to get someone to repair it as soon as he could. Then he looked to Himawari, smiling crookedly, which she half returned back. “We’re going to go to Ichiraku.” 

“But mom is makin–” She started, but his blue eyes were ice and she was afraid to speak anymore.

“I know, sweetheart. But your brother here needs to be taught a lesson. So we’re going to go have a ramen tasting, and you’re going to decide the winner.” When had his voice gotten so deadly sounding? 

Boruto chuckled, arms crossing over his chest, and raising a brow. “You really want to do this, old man?” 

His hands twitched, and he wondered if his son was spending too much time with Sasuke. So he leaned in, pressing his forehead again his, eyes locking together, and he could swear there was lightning passing between them. 

“Got to teach my son some manners.” Then he looked to Himawari again, grinning. “Go tell your mother we’re going to be late coming home, and to not put dinner on. But to instead prepare a bandage for when our son gets his ass kicked.”

Boruto glared now, pressing his forehead harder into his father’s. “Yeah right, idiot dad!”

Naruto fought the urge to scream, but instead stood tall, composed himself and started for the door. “Don’t be upset when Himawari picks miso.”

Boruto followed him outside of the house. “As if, Himawari loves pork ramen!”

“No, she–” 

There voices were fading now as they got to the gate, and Himawari walked with her mother to the front door, and they both sighed heavily. 

Hinata leaned into her daughter, voice serious but still gentle. “If they get too rowdy, jyuken them.” 

She nodded. “Got it.”

We Are Young [Redux] [Parental!G3/Geovin] [Chapter 2 - Gavin’s Friend]

Title: We Are Young [Redux]

Pairing: None/Family G3/Geovin

Rating: K

Genre: Fluff/Family

Words: 1107

Prompt/Summary: [by Unknown] [Original Prompt] Some family cuteness with Gav as Geoff and Griffonโ€™s adopted son :3 Maybe a few cute moments as he grows up and Geoff and Griffon try and make him a Mama/Daddies boy?

A/N: I needed to redo this one. I love it so much, but my style was awful. Welcome back to We Are Young! ~No One


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Story of my life !!

You have those people who genuinely offer support, words etc. But then you have those know it all-s who know nothing about what they are talking about. Yet you are still too polite to tell them to eat their words!

I have Endometriosis.

Is it a death sentence? No. Well, for some women sadly it has become that but it’s not necessarily a death sentence.

 Things I hear all the time

  1. Getting pregnant will cure Endometriosis

Wrong. So many people assume this. Read this so then feel they know this. This is completely wrong. Getting pregnant will not cure it. In fact- there is NO known cure for Endometriosis. Once you have it- you are stuck with it. Just how bad it is depends on the surgeries you have. Getting pregnant & having a baby CAN and I say CAN because it doesn’t always, ease the endometriosis. Fortunately for me this was the case. Since having my son, my endometriosis has eased up a lot. (Also I had the surgery which too helped). But that doesn’t mean anything. That is a Band-Aid. Eventually it will come back, its a ticking time bomb. And future babies? Depending how long it takes for it to grow back- it can help you fall pregnant again next time.. but its all about how badly it grows back and how quickly. Right now for me my endo is low, so falling pregnant right now would be the best time because in 1 year, 2 years who knows.. the endo may come back and then the pregnancy struggles begin again.

2. oh you are only stage 2, not 4 so you are fine, pain will be minimal.

WRONG again. The stages does not put your pain levels into account. The stages are just measured by HOW MUCH endo you have, and where it has spread to. I had stage 2. When I found out this I got a bit emotional about it all because 1. I was happy I was finally diagnosed and knew it wasn’t in my head but then 2. only stage 2? the pain was so badly chronic! It was then I was informed that means dittle. Some women have stage 4 and have no clue about it- and fine out during a c section for example. They have no signs. Some women (like me) have stage 2, but have every single symptom possible.

3. period pain is normal.

To an extent. Well all know that. BUT if you find your self crippling over in pain, bed ridden- something more is going on. So many drs told me it was normal, and I am glad I searched further for a dr who actually looked into it all.

4. Endometriosis can be prevented.

No. NOTHING you did caused it. You cannot prevent it at all. It is just one of those things.

5. Which brings me to 5, Endometriosis is a STD.

Again no. Endo is NOT an STD.

6. Endometriosis- so guess you cant have kids huh?

No. I am living proof you can have children with endometriosis. Infact I have pcos too. It just means getting pregnant can be harder and more complicated. Like it was for me. BUT it doesn’t mean you will NEVER have kids. Some women sadly never can. But not everyone.

7. Its ok, when you are older you can have a hysterectomy that will cure it.

Again no. Many thing this but no. There is no cure. The chances of it leaving are much higher if you have a hysterectomy, but there is still no 100% guarantee.

8. Teenagers are too young for it.

No. I suffered for years because doctors said I was too young. I started to show signs at 14, but saw a doctor at 19 for it. I was told I was being ridiculous. I was wayyy too young. 19 is too young for endo. 1 week before my 21st birthday I finally was diagnosed with endo. You are not too young.

9. How can it be detected?

ONLY through surgery. Correctly anyway. So many people assume endo can be diagnosed/seen through MRI or ultrasound. No. Not true. I have spoken to many specialists in many hospitals about this. THE ONLY WAY they diagnose endometriosis is by a laparoscopy through medical operation. If you are rattled.. they may suspect it based on signs you have, and sometimes I believe shadowing on ultrasounds can suspect something.. if its EXTREMELY BAD. BUT you are not endometriosis diagnosed until you have been put under, and checked that way.  

My endo got so bad I was passing out at work from pain. I could barely stand. I was bed ridden a lot. I can now compare my labor to it. When the endo was flared during some parts of the day- it was  just like my early labor. Which was horrible- i was induced so that was horrible.. but it reminded me of my endo days. Only just when i had endo.. it was every. single. day. It took its toll on me. Finally after the lap surgery when I was diagnosed, they burnt it off. From then onwards I felt a massive relief. I was still in pain- but NO WHERE NEAR like then. I then had pregnancies, and a son. It has not flared back up. I am starting to feel like it may be a little bit now almost 4yrs since I was diagnosed and it was last burnt off.. but being in a lot less pain for the last 4 yrs has been good. The surgery itself for me was horrible. In fact I would much rather go and have a c section again. I really didn’t like the surgery. I suffered after a lot, and took a long time to heal. More/longer than my c section actually. While they were different pains.  I wasn’t expecting  the recovery to be as bad as what it was. Sure the c section was more PAINFUL as such.. but my lap surgery I had, took double the time.. heck triple the time to heal for something only ¼ of the size. (wound) and I wasn’t back to myself for a loooong time.

So that is my ginormous rant.

March is awareness month.

More awareness is needed. So hopefully one day there IS a cure for this horrible illness.

anonymous asked:

Aomine being a father headcanons please?

Daddy Daiki would be so cute ;3 Here you go anon, thanks for requesting and I hope you like it! ❤️ ~ Rin

Thanks for helping, Ellecchi~

Aomine Daiki

- He would be a little clueless when it comes to dealing with babies, so whenever the newborn starts crying, he would freak out internally and call for his s/o’s help.

- He’s not the best at playing with them (since the baby is still too young and uncoordinated to play ball with him) but Aomine tries very hard. Most of the time, it’ll be his s/o who plays with the baby. Watching his s/o and his kid together makes him feel really happy and fuzzy inside.

- Aomine would love taking bubble baths with his baby when he/she is still little. He would enjoy it and have so much fun because deep down, he’s still a child too.

- Despite having kids and a job, he would still make time to play basketball with his friends and exercise regularly to stay fit and toned.

- He would try to teach his kids basketball. If they gain interest in the sport, he would be really happy and proud. He would teach them everything he knows about basketball, bit by bit, but there are things that he couldn’t teach because they are a natural thing to him.

- However, if the sport doesn’t pique his kids’ interest, he would be internally disappointed. Nonetheless, Aomine would support his kids on the sport they want with all his might.

- He drags his son in front of the TV and forces him to watch Kagami’s basketball games. (If he becomes a professional basketball player and not a fireman)

- He would make time for his family, no matter what. He loves going out with them to have fun. And also, being the protective guy he is, he would never hurt his kids. Seeing his kids hurt is unacceptable for him.

- “Good job for punching that kid who was bullying you, kiddo.”

“Daiki! Don’t praise him for punching a kid!”

- When his kids reach the ages 14-16 years old and start to do mischief, he would scold them, but not too much since he was a mischief maker too back then, and he knows that it’s a part of growing up. It’s one of the fun memories they would look back to when they grow older.

- His son would learn curse words quickly because Aomine subconsciously cusses a lot. “Daiki!! Where did he learn that word?”

- To his kids’ dismay, he would always see right through their reasons and excuses, so lying to him would be difficult. “I used to tell that excuse to my old man when I wanted to go out… Hah. Nice try, kids.”

- He would be so overprotective of his daughter and ironically be rather skeptical when it comes to the boys she brings home.

Mr. Buck

A/N: I have brought you beautiful superfamily fluff featuring everyoneโ€™s favorite Bucky. And WOW @clipchip requested this months ago, Iโ€™m a terrible person. Doesnโ€™t meet your prompt completely, but this is the only way I could explain Peter sneaking away without JARVIS noticing anything was wrong. More to come soon, and I am currently accepting prompts if anyone wants to give one!\

Also, it is 4:15 AM, so if there are a lot of mistakes, I am sorry.

โ€œGoddamn AIM and their goddamn evil schemesโ€ฆ,โ€ Tony grumbled as he rummaged through JARVISโ€™ coding and wiring in the basement of Avengers Tower. There had been some kind ofโ€ฆ attempted attack on the tower earlier by AIM, and attack was probably too generous a word for whatever AIM had tried to do.

Tony had been in his workshop working on schematics for the repulsors in his boots when JARVIS alerted him to someone trying to hack into the towerโ€™s mainframe. Within 5 minutes JARVIS was able to track the signal to a van parked about a block from the tower before his systems got shut down entirely. Thor and Natasha were sent to deal with it and were quick to report back that it was a couple of AIM goons trying and failing to be threatening or dangerous in any way. This had all happened in the span of 15 minutes from when JARVIS had alerted Tony to the bug, and now here Tony and Steve were, in the basement, trying to bring JARVISโ€™ systems back online.

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Going Away On Tour (Daddy Luke fluff)

Summary: Luke is going on tour and he has to break the news to your daughter.


“Are we all going on holiday again?” I shook my head, “Nope” “Then why are we going to the airport?” Luke’s and my little girl asked, from the backseat of the car. I looked at Luke and back at the road, driving. “TELL ME TELL ME TELL MEEEEE” she squealed, while giggling.

Since all the boys, now grown men with families, had started settling down, the touring had reduced to short 1 or 2 month tours, called “holidays” that they went on with their families. But they’d put a new album out after a while which meant a long 7 month world tour and Luke decided he’d be the one to break the news to our little girl.

“Can I tell you at the airport, sweetie?” Luke asked, looking back at our tiny blonde girl with eyes bluer than Luke’s. “I want to know..” she whined, fiddling with the little penguin toy she held in her hand. Even after all the years, Luke insisted that they bought her at least one penguin stuffed animal, which caused her to grow so fond of it that it was followed by another 3 of them.

I exhaled, pursing my lips and parking the car, touching Luke’s hand, nodding at him. “Okay” he began, “Come here, princess” Luke said, reaching back and helping our baby with her seatbelt and pulling her into the front seat so she was sitting on his lap, facing him.

Instantly she kissed his nose, something she’d seen me do every night since she could remember anything. Luke smiled a small smile, kissing her nose back, making her giggle. “Am I a grown up now? Is that why I’m sitting here?” she asked, as Luke meddled with the end of her tiny Nirvana t-shirt. “No, sweetie. Luke, tell her please” I said softly, touching his cheek.

“Daddy’s going on holiday” Luke blurted out. God, he was terrible at this, I thought, smiling to myself. “WHY ARE YOU GOING ON HOLIDAY WITHOUT ME?” She yelled, her eyes immediately filling up with tears. “No no no I meant I’m going away but not on holiday. On tour..” he said, chewing on his bottom lip. “What’s t-tour?” the tiny 4 year old asked, rubbing her eyes.

“It’s daddy’s job, penguin. You know how he sings in front of people, right?” he asked, she nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Calum’s car pull up close to ours, clearly a similar situation in there too. “I’m going to do that again with uncle Calum, Ashton and Michael” “Why can’t I come?” she asked innocently.

Luke’s sad smile dropped, “Because I’m going to be away for a little longer than normal. And mummy and you can’t stay away from home for so long” I watched a look of realisation come up on our daughter’s face, followed by her pouting, “I WANT TO COME!” she yelled, then burst into tears. Luke looked over at me, then pulled her tiny body into his broad chest, rubbing her back.

“I’ll buy you loads of chocolates okay?” he said, trying to calm her down, but the tears continued. “I-I’ll buy you so many presents, sweetie. I’ll buy you a penguin toy from every country” he said, desperately, his bribes only met by more sniffles. He rested his cheek on her head, looked over at me and pouted. We were both only just figuring out how to be parents so neither of us knew what to do when your little girl is weeping about something her own mother still cried about.

“Can’t uncle Ashton stay? He always let’s me play on his drums” she asked, pulling away, her innocent eyes, red and puffy. Luke chuckled, “Uncle Ashton is in daddy’s band, too. So he can’t stay. But mummy will be right here. And so will Grandma Liz. They both will take you to the park and you can play on the swings and I’ll tell Grandma Liz will to buy you ice cream when mummy isn’t looking” Luke said, trying to keep his voice steady, and I laughed a little and our daughter’s lips curled into a small half smile, causing the dimple on her right cheek to show, identical to Luke’s.

“Will Uncle Calum’s kids be here?” she asked, sniffing as Luke wiped some of the tears off her cheeks, which were no longer in free flow. “Look” I said, pointing at Calum’s car, “They’ll be here. And Uncle Mikey’s kids will also be here and so will Uncle Ashton’s” I said, watching her eyes, now slightly darker from the crying, dart from one car to the other. “Can we all go to the park?” she asked, and Luke giggled, kissing her forehead, “Yes, you can” “And can we all get ice cream?” “Don’t push your luck, sweetie” Luke said, twirling the ends of her ponytails between his fingers.

“Don’t cry, daddy” she said, touching Luke’s cheek, catching the one tear that had managed to slip out of Luke’s eye. “You’ll be back soon, won’t you?” she asked, and he nodded, “Mummy and I will be waiting for you. And I’ll be taller than you when you get back!” Luke laughed, kissing her forehead, “Don’t grow up too fast, my little penguin” he said, and she frowned, not understanding what he meant because all she wanted was to sit in the grown ups seat of the car.

Luke and I were taken a little by surprise when her frown quickly turned into an excited giggle as she saw Calum’s son, about the same age as her, getting out of their car. “CAN I GO AND PLAY?” she squealed, clapping her small hands together, and Luke nodded, letting her go as he opened the car door.

“You have baby snot on your shirt” I said, laughing softly. “That was awful..” Luke whispered, and I reached over, wrapping an arm around his shoulder so he could nuzzle his face in my neck. “We’re doing good, Lukey. We knew it would happen eventually..” I replied, kissing his temple.

“Remember how I promised I’d always keep her happy?” he asked, pulling away, his eyes a little more filled with tears than they were a few seconds ago. “I remember” I replied, thinking back to when our daughter was just a tiny blip, and Luke whispered against my stomach that he’d never let our baby be sad.

“I feel like I’ve broken that promise” he confessed, intertwining his fingers with mine. “You haven’t broken anything” I told him, “She isn’t sad. Look at her” I said, pointing over his shoulder at her running excitedly around the car park with the rest of the 5sos kids. “She’ll miss you. It’s been 7 years since we first met and it hasn’t been got any easier for me. But she’s only 4. And she’s so lucky to have a dad who loves her so much that he promises to buy her a penguin from every country even though she has-” “Five” Luke said, interrupting me and pointing to his bag.

“You bought another one?” I asked, shaking my head and laughing. “This has to stop, Luke” I said, watching him laugh a little too. “You love being married to Luke who is a penguin who has passed on the obsession to your daughter” he said, kissing my nose, “I do” I replied, pecking his lips. “Can you guys please visit? I’d not make it beyond 2 weeks without you” he said, talking faster because he only had a few more minutes before he had to go into the airport.

“Once every 2 weeks it is, then” I said, feeling the same sinking feeling I felt every time. I got out of the car, and helped Luke with his luggage, both of us feeling a sense of comfort amidst the noisy children, clearly they’d learnt how to never keep quiet from their dads. “I love you so so so much” Luke whispered, touching his forehead to mine, holding my waist. “I love you too, Luke” “DO YOU LOVE ME?” Our daughter yelled, running and hugging Luke’s legs.

“Of course I do, princess. Now listen okay?” he said, lifting her up, “Be good. Brush your teeth every night before bed. Be nice to mummy. And don’t stay up too late. If you ever miss daddy, tell mummy and she’ll call me okay?” She nodded, holding Luke’s shoulders. “Be a good girl okay? I love you.” he said, kissing her cheek, “I love you too” she replied, yawning. It was right on time for her afternoon nap.

“Come on” I said, taking her from Luke’s arms into my own, as she rested her head on my shoulder. “Bye, daddy” she said, groggily and I felt her drift off to sleep. “She falls asleep quicker than you” I told Luke, looking up at him. “Bye, beautiful. I’ll see you in 2 weeks okay?” Luke said, kissing me. “We’ll be okay” I said, “Yes, we will. Just promise to wait for me”

I laughed, “We’re married with a kid now, Luke! Why do you still ask?” I said, laughing but Luke’s expression still looked concerned, “Because you’re still so beautiful” he whispered, making me smile. “I will wait” I finally gave in, standing slightly on my toes to kiss him, lingering on for a few seconds longer before he was forced to pull away so he wouldn’t miss his flight, not that any of us would mind. “I love you” he whispered, letting go of my waist, “I love you too, Luke” I replied, resting my head on top of our daughter’s, as Luke walked towards Ashton, Calum and Michael, all 3 of them also not wanting to leave despite knowing that it was inevitable.


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Single Dad Life (J.G) (Part ||)

“…So you might be angry, I don’t blame you, but at least just know that she is fucking sorry.” And with that she walked away.



(Kaley’s POV) "I saw him.” I texted (Y/N). 

I was speaking nothing but the truth when Jack talked about her. After she gave Anthony away after he was born, she cried for weeks. She’s still not recovered from it. Jack had every right to be angry at (Y/N). Anthony looked like such a cute kid and I’m sure Jack is a great father. 

Gilinsky wanted nothing but a good life for his son. “Call me” (Y/N) quickly texted back. My boyfriend, Jesse and I were on our way back home. I told him what happened, but luckily he didn’t pay too much attention to it. 

I called (Y/N) and after 2 rings she picked up. “You’re fucking with me.” She said with a steady tone.

 "Hello to you too, sestra.“ I joked. "I ain’t fucking with you. Saw him and your son at the fair." 

 "No, no…" 

"What ‘no’? He’s your son. He was a cutie.”

“That’s why! He’s better off without me, Kaley.”

“You’re bullshiting right now. You’re almost fucking 23! Grow the hell up. He’s your son and he wants his god damn mother. Grow a pair and come see your son.” I hung up and sighed.

— 1 week later

(Jack’s POV) 

 "Have fun at school, kiddo!“ I said while Anthony got out of the car. 

 "Bye, dad!” He high-fived me and walked towards his elementary school. I drove away and drove home again. I wanted to get some sleep since I barely slept.

I saw (Y/N)’s sister a week and we even talked about her. What if she actually had the balls to come here and apologize to Anthony and me? That question had been in my mind the entire time. 

Ah whatever. She probably wouldn’t.

I took my shirt off and got dressed in my sweatpants. 

I groaned as I heard the damn doorbell ring. I dragged myself out of my bed an opened the door, not caring about how I looked. “What?” But before I knew it, (Y/N) stood there. Nervous as shit. 

“I-I’m sorry to disturb?” She quickly said

 "Well, that’s the first of many.“ I told her. She bit her lip and harshly swallowed. "Can I come in?” She asked. 

I opened the door a little wider for her to come in. “I like your place.”

“Thanks.” I said, not showing any emotion. 

“Kaley called me last week.” She started. “Said you guys talked.” I nodded and looked away from her. 

“Everything what she said about me is true, Jack. I am really sorry about you and Anthony.” I still didn’t look at her. “I-I was 17. I just graduated and my family was just disgusted by me and I-… I’m sorry, Jack. But please look at me.” I slowly turned me head to her. I saw the same girl I was in love with years ago.

She carefully smiled. “Can I see him?” She asked.

Anthony had been waiting for the day his mom would come back, it would be unfair to him to not let her see him. “He’s at school. But he’ll be finished by 3.” I explained.

“I can wait.” She smiled. “I’m ready to see him.”

“Good.” I weakly returned a smile. “So, are you hungry?”

“Actually, I’m kinda tired.” “Oh, you can crash in my bed if you want.”

“But I noticed that you were busy with your own sleep yourself.” She chuckled. 

“Ah, not anymore. Go.” I insisted.

“Thank you.”

— 3.41 pm ((Y/N)’s POV)

I got woken by yelling and cheering. I slowly got out of Jack’s bed and walked into the living room. “Ah, dad you got donuts!”

“I sure did, buddy!” I watched the little guy eat his donut from a distance. My stomach had a weird feeling and I started smiling like crazy.

“I actually want you to meet someone.” Jack walked over to me and grabbed my hand.

Anthony looked more confused than ever. “Anthony, this is (Y/N). (Y/N) this is-”  

“Tony.” I finished. I tried to keep the tears in as he slowly walked towards me. 

“Is this your new girlfriend, dad?”

“My old girlfriend.” Jack said. I lowered myself to Anthony’s height and studied him.

He had my eyes. Jack’s amazing eyebrows. His face structure was Jack’s. He looked like the exact same mix between us two. “Hi.” I said smiling.

“Hi.” He softly mumbled.

“Do you know who I am?”


“This is mommy, Anthony.” Jack finished for me. I tried to swallow the tears as his face lightened up. Anthony jumped into my arms and I let the tears stream down my face. 

 "I knew you would come back, mommy!“ He said while still embracing me. 

"Of course I would, baby.” I rubbed his back and pulled back. “Why are you crying, mommy?”

“Because I’m happy.”

“Well that’s really weird.” I laughed at his comment.

“I am just a really weird person.” I chuckled.

“Hey, we can go grab a lunch together!” Jack said. I got up again and looked at him. He and Anthony had a great connection together.

“Yeah!” Anthony said. “Can we go to Wendy’s, dad?”

“If mom wants to go?” He looked at me and finally smiled at me.

“Of course I want to go!” I happily said. 

| Last part to this imagine! :) hope you guys liked it x

Your children’s first day of school (IKON)

Y/S/N: your son’s name

Y/D/N: your daughter’s name

B.I: -he was proud of his son but nervous at the same time at the thought of his son growing up. You and him talking about your son was something that made both of you happy- “I mean before you know it baby we’ll be getting him ready for college. I know today was his first day of school ever but still”

Originally posted by yunhyongs

Jinhwan: -your daughter came out after you finished getting her ready and asked him if she looked good for kindergarten. Spinning around and showing him her neatly done braids and her new bag for school- “sweet heart you look amazing don’t worry” 

Originally posted by teambgasm

Bobby: -you could see that Bobby was having a hard time dealing with your daughter not being around him like she was before. It was something he loved was the bonding the two of them had before she started school- “my baby girl isn’t beside me all the time. I miss having her with me at the studio”

Originally posted by hanbinn

Junhoe: -he was waiting to the last moment of school to be over to pick up his son. He was worried about him because he’s never been around too many other kids. But he was very happy to see his son come running out with a large smile- “I’m glad it went smoothly”

Originally posted by junhoenuna

Yunhyeong: -he had a glass shattering moment as he thought everything out as he watched his little girl walk into school for the first time. It was something he wasn’t fully ready for by any means- “oh my gosh Y/D/N is growing up”

Originally posted by lk0n

Donghyuk: -he felt hurt how quickly your daughter ran away from him and towards the school building. You patted his shoulder as pouted at you- “she’s so willing to leave us. Do you think she’ll miss us?”

Originally posted by leader-bi

Chanwoo: -you two were happily listening to your son go on and on about his new friends and teachers. Knowing that he was okay with going to school eased you guys a lot- “that’s great to hear Y/S/N. I’m very proud of you and your hard work”

Originally posted by b-ihanbin

Fanfiction rant

I recently let slipped that I write fanfiction to someone at work and they kinda laughed and went , “why?!?!” I was too flustered so I just shrugged and quickly changed the subject. But you know what? This is why : The last past year and half has been a really shitty one. My childhood house was sold, it was extremely painful to leave, especially since my son spent his first 5 years growing up there. We had to live in a motel for four months, while looking for a new place to leave, but the cost of rent was too high, forcing us to move from my hometown, which I love so much. And during that time, I was rear ended and my car was totaled. A complete lost. I only had the car for a year. The insurance only paid for the remaining cost of what I owed on it. So we moved to the high desert, my husband had to leave his job & put school on hold, because we found out his F.A was almost all used up. And now his school will cost us an extra 250.00 a month. Which is a damn shame, because he’s working on his last year for his B.A in C.S. I work a shitty retail job, while he is still looking for one. My mom’s car was repo , because she had to refinance to get money to pay for necessities. Which meant, no car, no going to work, no paycheck. Luckily her work was kind enough to let her collect unemployment, until she could go back to work. But that leaves me, to work my ass off, making sure we get the rent,bills and putting food on the damn table. Not leaving me anytime to get my education. My stress level is off the meter. I have fucking gray hair strands! So that’s why I write SPN fanfiction. It’s a fucking escape from my life. To emerge myself into a place that lets me forget about my worries. Knowing I made someone happy for a mere second, while they read my shitty writing, it makes me feel a little better. I should have told my co-worker all this. Haha Rant over

Originally posted by imthehuman

anonymous asked:

can you suggest me some larry fics please

yes of course :D these are just a few of my favourites!! 

  • young & beautiful - 227k, Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.
  • wear it like a crown - 141k, AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis’ teenage fantasies.
  • take off your running shoes - 54k, AU- Harry is the fit supermarket check out boy. Louis wants to sleep with him. Summer romance ensues.
  • speaking of marvels - 100k, AU. Louis is a nanny in suburban New Jersey, and the neighbors’ son is home from college for the summer. It was supposed to be a fling.
  • you’ll breathe me in (you won’t release) - 95k, His first driving lesson with Louis takes place on a Saturday. Harry stumbles out through the front gate in thrown-on baggy jeans and his ratty Ramones shirt, sees Louis leaning casually against the car, and his knees nearly give out. Apparently “not another surly teacher” meant a drop dead gorgeous twenty-something scruffy guy with shaggy brown hair and cheekbones sharp enough to chop a salad with. Clearly, Robin’s trying to get Harry killed at seventeen. Or, the AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.
  • jump before we fall - 113k, Louis and Zayn’s lives revolve around running a hotel by the sea, Harry is a student who wants a life far from home for just a little while, Niall doesn’t know where life leads him and Liam thinks he has already found all purposes in his life.
  • keep my candle bright - 78k, louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own.
  • it started with a whisper - 92k, Louis doesn’t do relationships. He’s been there, done it, got the scars to prove it. Never letting anyone too close, Louis can be head over heels for someone for one night but when morning comes, he will be out of the door, no feelings and no regrets. Harry always gives too much, trusts too easily, falls too quickly. Even when he gets nothing in return. Louis isn’t someone who Harry thought he could ever be with, and Louis never thought he’d break his rules for anyone. Sometimes being wrong isn’t so bad after all.
  • with nothing but your t-shirt on - 34k, Louis knows that I’ve seen you fuck yourself with a vibrator should not be the first thing that comes to mind when he meets Harry Styles. (Harry is a camboy and Louis has been an avid subscriber for a while before he finds out they attend the same university)
  • teenage dreams in a teenage circus - 50k, The three of them have always been a unit, seamlessly pulling pranks to get revenge and keep life interesting. The last few months of sixth form bring about a lot of changes, however. Gemma refuses to let anything stop her from getting into her top-pick uni, Perrie second-guesses what makes her special, and Louis breaks the most common of friend codes: he falls for his best mate’s little brother. A coming-of-age tale rife with sneaking around, late-night vandalism, first times, successes, and jealousy.
  • cause you’re all i want now - 12k, Gemma leans into Louis’ side. “He literally never stops talking about Israel, he’s such a kvetch. H, I doubt Louis wants to hear about how -” “It’s alright,” Louis cuts in, resting a hand on Gemma’s wrist. He likes Harry, likes his enthusiasm and yearning for something that holds such a vital place in Louis’ heart. “I understand. Hey.” He kicks out so he can nudge Harry’s shin with his socked toes. “Come with me next time, Curly. I’ll make sure you get an authentic tour.” Harry’s answering smile is radiant, and Louis thinks their mums might be way off base in trying to set him and Gemma up, but he wouldn’t mind getting to know Harry a bit better.
  • falling for your hallelujah - 19k, There’s a homeless boy who’s made his new place outside Louis’s work. Louis, in unexpected generosity, offers him a cup of coffee and a sprinkle doughnut. No one really expected it to become a Thing. (In which Louis works in a cafe, Harry has no home, and it’s freezing cold but no one cares).
  • and then a bit - 153k, “We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.” Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts. (aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)
  • run to me, i long to love you - 53k, His stomach flips nervously as he recounts his earlier encounter. As much as he wants to claim embarrassment for his strange reaction to the green eyed boy, a small part of him keeps telling himself that is simply not the case. What it actually is though, he refuses to think about right now. (or where Louis starts his senior year at a new high school, and his new friend’s little brother is causing him to question everything he knows about himself).
  • some things take root - 50k, AU. Louis’ ex doesn’t get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.
  • into the blue - 117k, AU. In which Louis is Harry’s scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can’t be all that difficult to convince Harry that they’re on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.

and this one because its important to me :)

  • ace - 32k, It’s real. He can’t keep denying it. Denial has just made things more difficult. Acceptance is the first stage to anything. Louis sniffles and pulls the sun visor down, flipping it open to reveal the mirror. He stares into his own icy eyes, grimacing at the red rim around the edges. He tries to say the words, but they still feel too final and condemning. Or, the sexuality crisis you probably haven’t read.