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It Must Be Magic: A Gold Family Fic

Summary:  Neal receives an unexpected morning visitor—his six-year-old brother, Gideon—landing him smack in the middle of a family drama.
Rating: G
Word Count: 5,775
A/N: For my Missy, @beliza-fryler. Happy birthday! Written for @a-monthly-rumbelling: icee, pixie, doctor. This takes place about seven years after the events of Passing Inspection, which DOES NOT need to be read first. Rumple never dies and neither does Neal. Gideon is born and a few years later, their sister Isabelle (Missy) comes along. It’s basically giant Floof Family feels. You’re welcome.

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It Must Be Magic

Rat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat. “Psst! Hey, Neal! Neal!”

The whispering, coupled with the insistent tapping on the bedroom window, disturbed his pleasant dream. He heard his name whispered again, and snorted himself awake, blinking up at the ceiling fan.

Still the whispering continued, getting louder and more demanding. A flash of red entered his peripheral vision, and he became aware of a small yet powerful presence hovering outside the master bedroom window.

“Gid?” Neal squinted at the dreamcatcher through the sun-streaked glass. “Kiddo, is that you?”

Grumbling under his breath, Neal threw back the covers and rose to open the window. His little brother scaled the siding and hopped over the windowsill with the exuberant grace of youth.

“It’s five o’clock in the morning and all decent people are sleeping,” Neal said around a yawn. “What are you doing?”

Gideon peered over his shoulder at the smooth, empty side of the bed and ignored the question. “Where’s Aunt Emma?”

“On her back in a field of wildflowers, till you woke me up,” Neal complained.

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Breaking... Ch.5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: You thought there’d only be one chapter this week? Well you are sadly mistaken dear reader! This chapter has to end in an awkward place and I apologize for that now, next chapter is planned to be…interesting. I hope you enjoy!!!

Word count: 3270

Warnings: Cursing (obvious), fluff, feminism (lol ME)

Tags!!! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes @literally-melonkitty @deltablue202

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Breaking Tradtions

The blue light, it was there again, as cold and icy as it was before. It swallowed you whole until all you could see was blue. You heard your voice ring out, it reverberated, echoing against the walls of your own mind. “I could never do something like that! Never in a million year would I hurt you like that!” Your eyes shot open, every breath you heaved burned you to the core. Your muscles felt like they had just been stretched across the entire world. You clutched your chest, trying to alleviate the pain. Your room was completely dark, not a shred of light was coming through the window.

“How long was I out for? It’s pitch black outside… And what was that dream all about?” Last time that happened…Is the universe trying to tell me something? Oh shit… You suddenly realized the mistake you had made. Alex…What have I done?! You shot up out of bed. I need to…talk to someone… You opened the door to your room, the hallways were just as dark as the room. Fortunately, your eyes were adjusting quickly so that you could at least see the turns. You tip toed through the darkness, the whole house was quiet. You were thankful for the moonlight seeping in through the windows once you entered the main room. You didn’t let yourself think of where you were going as you made your way up the staircase. You had only been upstairs to go to Angie’s room, most of those visits were to help her with her work, help her dress or to hear about her day. You saw a door at the end of the hall, light was flowing out from underneath it. It was warm, bright, and welcoming. It cut through the darkness, it felt like hope. Of course you’re still awake. You’re just like your dad sometimes… You moved toward the light, once you were in front of the door you gave it a soft knock. You heard a small jolting noise, then footsteps. The door opened and you felt like the sun was shining on your skin.

“Angie, it’s the middle of the night and I’m busy. It was just a bad dre-“ He stopped, realizing it was you standing there and not his little sister.

“Hey… Can we talk?” You asked. He looked surprised, probably because it’s the middle of the night.

“Uh, yes! Of course, what do you wish to discuss?”

“Mind if you let me in first?” You raised an eyebrow and pointed past him, into the light filled room. His eyes went wide, he looked completely dumbfounded.

“In my room? That’s uh…” He scratched his face nervously. Why’s he acting so flustered?

“I’m a maid Philly, nothing different than Rachel coming in to make your bed.” You chuckled. Boys are so weird. He nodded, but he still looked anxious. Opening the door wider, you stepped inside and walked past him. I’ve never actually been in his room before, it’s nice. The walls were a soft yellow but the light from the candle on his desk gave the illusion of it being slightly brighter. There were papers scattered all over his desk, quill and ink still out. He must be working on something for school. You walked over to his bed and sat on the edge of it, heaving a deep sigh. Philip closed the door and quickly made his way over to his desk, moving the chair so that he could face you as he sat down. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you with curiosity.

“Now, what did you wish to discuss?” He asked again, this time with more worry. You took one last deep breath, finally feeling the weight of all your concerns weighing down on you.

“I think I messed up big time Philly and I don’t know what to do… I did something terrible, I don’t think I can fix it!” Your hands were clutching onto the cloth of your skirt. There’s no telling what the consequences of my actions will end up being. I told myself! I told myself not to meddle with the course of history! The world could blow up for all I know and it would be all my fault! Philip shook his head, quickly jumped out of his seat and kneeled down beside the bed. He grabbed your now shaking fist, you were surprised as to how your hand instantly stilled.

“Come on, if I know you at all it can’t be that bad. Even if it was, I know you’d be able to fix it, you are the smartest person I know after all!” He had a comforting smile on his freckled face.

“I’m a fool Philip, an idiot! I’m not even supposed to be here! I don’t belong here in this world, in your world and I’m ruining everything!” So stupid! Philip gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Do not speak of such things! Y/N Taylor is no fool and certainly not an idiot! I already know you won’t tell me what’s wrong yet, I know you too well for that. But I don’t care if you ‘don’t belong here’ because I’m glad that you are! My world, my family’s world, it shines much brighter with you in it. I certainly do not see that as ruining…” He looked up at you, his eyes asking for understanding. How does he always know how to calm me down? He makes me really want to believe him. Can it really be ok? How does the sun’s life get brighter?

“Thank you Philly, I think… I think I feel a bit better now.” You gave him the best smile you could muster and he did the same for you. He stood up to go sit back at his desk.

“Perhaps you should go back and rest, I do not wish for you to have another spell as you did this afternoon. One of us should get some sleep at the very least.” He turned his chair back toward his desk and picked up his quill, already going back to work.

“What exactly are you doing anyways?” You asked, your curious nature taking the lead.

“Just an essay for class, it isn’t due for some time but I wish to put a lot of effort into it.” His shoulders slumped over, you hadn’t noticed how tired he looked until now. Has he been awake all night working on this?

“Philly… Don’t you think you should take a break? It isn’t healthy to stay awake for this long.” You suddenly became worried, he yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“I can’t exactly think about sleep right now. I’m the eldest son, I need to showcase the Hamilton legacy correctly, be just like my father.” Does being the oldest really bring this much pressure to him? But he’s already so smart!

“Philip that’s ridiculous.” You said bluntly, he turned back toward you, surprised by your response.

“It’s great that you want to make your family proud but you don’t need to be just like Alex to do it. You…you can be someone better, you can be you… And the Philip I know doesn’t have dark circles under his eyes or is sleep deprived. Don’t put your work off but you can slow down a little bit with the writing, you’ve got plenty of time.” You ended your speech, you couldn’t read exactly what you saw in Philip’s eyes as he looked at you.

“You, you really think I can be better than my father?” He asked sheepishly, you nodded.

“I don’t think, I know.” He smiled and quickly turned his head away, looking down at the papers on the desk.

“I’ll retire in just a moment; I promise… I just thought of how to end this part of the paper, it’ll only take a second.” He dipped the quill into the ink. You gave him a suspicious look.

“Philly I am not leaving until you put all of that nonsense away!” You felt like you were lecturing but honestly he didn’t really listen any other way sometimes.

“That is alright, as I said it will only be a moment.” He chuckled slightly. You watched him carefully scrawling letters onto the paper, it was calming to witness. His hand moving while he wrote was almost hypnotizing, you felt heavy, your breathing beginning to slow. You felt yourself gently falling back, your head hitting the bed with a soft ‘thud’. Instinctively you curled up on the mat, you felt at peace. You could hear the soft scratching sound from Philip’s quill as your eyes fluttered open and closed. Don’t…fall…asleep… You felt yourself be engulfed in darkness. Philip’s quill, his subtle movements and the warmth in the room were the last things you remembered before you drifted off.

            Slowly you began to wake up, stretching your arms out and your eyes open. Wow… I haven’t slept so soundly since I got here! Wait…Where the… Where am I?! You shot up in the bed and looked at your surroundings. Yellow walls, nice wooden furniture, an almost completely melted candle on the desk. The memories of you talking to Philip suddenly came back to you. Did I actually fall asleep in his room? You looked back at the desk and noticed a folded up piece of paper lying on the surface, your name written on the front with beautiful penmanship. You rolled out of the bed, went over and began to read the paper.

Dear Y/N,

            I hope that you find this letter with a well-rested mind. Currently, at the time I am writing this letter, you are sound asleep a few feet away from me. I cannot lie when I say it took me a moment to decide what to do, and in regards to that you must forgive me.  I should have awoken you, I should wake you right now, but I simply cannot. I see you sleeping so comfortably, you do not even stir. I can only imagine you are having a precious dream, so allow me to apologize for my selfishness. I cannot bear the thought of pulling you away from that dream. I feel my mind growing weak from fatigue, I suppose I must apologize for not sleeping right away as you told I should as well. It is not proper for me to see you rest, in my own bed no less, but your presence puts the ruins of my mind at ease. I have written Angie a request to awake me in time for class as I shall be sleeping in the guest room. She may act as though she would use any advantage she has against me in order to put me through trials but I trust her greatly. She is quite understanding and will not hesitate to ensure that no one misunderstands the situation I have seemed to put you in. You are a very respectable woman; I will do everything in my power to see that no one misconstrues my intentions. I must finish this letter quickly if I desire to get at least a wink of sleep. I pray the sunlight welcomes you to the day as peacefully the moon lulled you to rest.

                                                                                                                 Sincerely, P. Ham, your sunshine.

You couldn’t help but smile as you read the words in the letter. Philly, you’re such a dork! ‘Your sunshine’ Boy thinks he can try and be cute! Well, it is cute so I guess it worked. It was really sweet of him to let me stay here, I’ll be sure to thank him once he gets home. You suddenly heard a soft knock on the door that made you jump. Shit! I’m not supposed to be in here! Your worries were stilled as you heard the bubbly voice and saw the silky, pink cloth peeking out from the cracked door.

“Pssst! TT! Are you awake!” If the voice and dress didn’t give her away, the nickname sure did. The only ones who called you ‘TT’ were Angie and the younger boys. You mostly had Alex to blame for that one.

“Yeah, I’m up Angie, don’t worry.” You folded the letter back up and found a place to hide it in the side of your bodice. Angie opened the door up wider, you always forget how similar her and Alex look. Her and Philip seem like polar opposites but they have their moments.

“Well, you might want to hurry up! Rachel will be up here any moment!” You nodded and you hurried out of the room. Angie grabbed your hand and dragged you into her own room a few doors down. She pushed you inside and you were met with the familiar peach walls and white furniture. You and Rachel usually helped Angie get ready in the morning. Angie let out a sigh of relief.

“That was a close one TT!” She said with exasperation. You tried to hold in your laughter but you still ended up giggling.

“Thanks Angie, I really appreciate it.” You smiled, her eyes seemed to light up.

“Philly said that you fell asleep in his room but he didn’t tell me why…So?” She’s just as bad as Rachel!

“I had to tell him something important and I accidentally fell asleep.” You opened her wardrobe and picked out her undergarments, as was your new routine. “What color?” You asked.

“Hm… Peachy. So what was so important that you had to tell him in the middle of the night?” She continued as you chose the peach under dress she was talking about. So many garments! Nothing’s really planned today so the under dress should be fine.

“Nothing for you to worry about Angie.” You said as you gathered the accumulating pile in your arms. Seriously I’m pretty sure that her and Rachel talk about me when I’m not around. Angie squealed and it made you almost drop the clothes.

“I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! We’re practically sisters already so this is simply divine! Oh, I can practically hear it now. Mrs. Y/N Hamilton! That sounds just perf-“ Wait, what?!

“Whoa! Wait just a second their kiddo, what are you talking about?” You set the pile on the bed next to Angie as she hugged her pillow happily.

“You and Philip! You confessed your love for him! Of course you both will have to wait until after he graduates to have the wedding but I’m sure the time will fly qu-“

“No, no, no, no, no, no! That is not what happened! Not what happened at all! Geez, how do you people get these ideas?” You asked yourself. Angie looked up at you with her big, puppy-dog eyes.

“Really? Aw… But don’t you like Philip? And I think I’d make the best sister-in-law!” She sounded genuinely upset. You sat down on the bed beside her and patted her back.

“Of course I like Philip, he’s my friend and I trust him very much. But I’m afraid life is a bit more complicated than that sweetie. Although you would be an amazing sister-in-law, I don’t doubt.” You stood up and you both worked on changing her clothes.

“What’s so complicated? If you like him than you like him! That’s not complicated at all!” You sighed. I can’t exactly explain this can I?

“It’s hard to explain kiddo…” You finished tightening her clothes and turned her around. “Alright, now what would we like to start with today? Reading, writing, or shall we wait for you mother to wake up so that you can have your piano lesson?” You asked. She seemed uninterested.

“Do I have to?” She groaned. She’s been doing this a lot recently. Last month we couldn’t drag her away from the books. What’s up with her?

“Is something wrong Angie? You’ve been in a funk for the last couple weeks now, mind telling me what’s going on?” She sat down at her desk with puffy cheeks.

“I just… I just don’t see the point! You wouldn’t understand…” Uh oh, preteen concerns… Okay, I have to be as reasonable as possible.

“Come on sweetie, you love to read! I’m sure I’ll understand…” She bit her lip before looking up at me.

“What’s the point in being smart? It’s not like anyone cares how smart a lady is; all that matters is that she’s beautiful.” She stood up and stomped to her wardrobe, she threw open the doors and looked at everything inside.

“I mean, look at all of this, it’s astounding!” She turned around and gestured to herself. “Isn’t this enough?” Oh, Angie… I didn’t realize… You quickly made your way over to her and kneeled down so that you would be closer to eye level.

“Hey now, don’t say stuff like that! You’re beautiful yes, but that’s not all that matters! You’re a brilliant young lady, and even if you don’t think so now, things will change! You can’t let anyone or anything tell you that intelligence doesn’t matter or that a woman can’t be smart! The world always needs more people like you in the world, people who question these problems in the world and desire for the answers. Now, I’m going to ask you again. Reading, writing or piano?” You smoothed the top of her braided hair. She thought for a moment but soon enough her usual, happy smile crept on her face.

“Reading…and do you think I can ask daddy to tell me about the cabinet meetings like he tells you?” She asked. You stood back up, giving her your biggest and proudest smile.

“I’m sure he would be honored to teach you anything you wish to know!” But still…where did she get a terrible idea like that? I know this time period is reserved on women’s rights but her mom is one of the most intelligent and influential women in the country! Who let her actually believe something like that? Rachel joined the both of you eventually, the lesson going even better than expected. Afterwards, you and Rachel worked on the daily chores. Angie’s mood was better, Eliza spent most of her time with Willy and the boys didn’t try to tear out any pages of the encyclopedia. I’m glad today’s finally calming down, I really need some time to chill after all this history, time craziness. At one point you noticed how late it was getting. Shouldn’t Philly be back by now? I wanted to ask him some stuff… You didn’t hear the carriage until the sun was just beginning to set. You excitedly skipped over to the door as he came in.

“Welcome back Sunshine! I have so much to tell you!” The smile on your face slowly faded as he walked toward you. His hair was messier than usual, his eyes were puffy and red, he looked like a wreck. “Hey are you ok? Did something happen? Oh no, Philly what hap-“ He cut you off.

“Tell me it isn’t true! I can’t believe you’d do this! I, I don’t want to believe it! Please!” You noticed he was clutching something in his hand. What is that? Some kind of newsletter?

“What are you talking about? Philip, you’re not making any sense.” He held the bundle of paper in front of him, gesturing for you to take it. It was titled The History for the United States in 1797 by John Callender. Wait a second…

“My father…and you… My father had an affair with you…” He looked at the floor like his entire world was collapsing.

No. Fucking. Way.

do you? - Ian

A/n: Requested by @elliemental2 : your family pressures you to have kids but you don’t want one.

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“So, when are you two going to have a baby?”

The question drops like a bomb in the middle of all of the members seated at the table and the atmosphere visibly tenses. Your hands stop cutting the meat, eyes frozen on the plate in front of you. This is why you hated visiting your family: someone always will have something stupid to ask. A question that would make you uncomfortable and ruin the already thin spell of peace cast upon the table. 

Ruin the mood. 

‘You should’ve expected this, [name]’ you sigh softly, your fingers clutching the fork and knife in your hand tightly. You begged Ian to ignore your mother’s call when she asked for dinner together—just because you didn’t meet in so long, what a stupid excuse! What was wrong with just talking on the phone? Why did you needed to see each other? You didn’t want to go through this face to face. ‘Come on, just this once,’ Ian persuaded you. ‘It can’t be that bad. Give them one more chance. Maybe your parents changed their minds.’ You only gave him a stern look. ‘My parents will never change.’ But bless his heart for trying to reconnect you to your family after so long. 

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Oh no, he’s THAT customer (Pietro X Reader)

Nony asked

“i’m a new employee at starbucks and you’re always coming in here with these long orders of triple shots whatevers, and that’s kind of annoying so i purposely misspell your name every time Pietro x reader”

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Characters: Pietro X Reader
Warnings: None/SFW
Word count: 821

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So far, you’re first week had been completely ok. You were a new employee at Starbucks, and surprisingly, you had yet to run into an annoying, over worked, under paid, customer. Yes, it was actually going quite smoothly…Until he started coming in.

“Hello, what can I get for you?” You asked sweetly, catching the man off guard, as you were actually the only female worker there.

“Hello krasota (beauty)” He spoke, his voice held a thick Russian accent, which you had to admit, paired with his features, made him pretty attractive.

“I’ll have a 5 shot venti, 2/5th decaf, ristretto shot, 1pump Vanilla, 1pump Hazelnut, breve, 1 sugar in the raw, with whip, caramel drizzle on top, free poured, 4 pump mocha.” he smiled, you blinked for a moment, before trying to remember it all as you put it in the register.

“Will that be all?” You asked, your mind was a bit annoyed at the man, but you tried to tell yourself to breath, this was Starbucks after all, some orders would be annoying.

“Yes” He smiled.

“Can I have your name please?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Only if I can have your number” He smiled while leaning on the counter.

“It’s for your order sir” You smiled, fully used to guys flirting by now.

“Pietro” he replied, oh that was going to be fun to try and get right.

“Your order will be right up sir” You smiled, putting the money in the register, and glancing behind him to make sure there wasn’t anyone else, before going to make his drink. You were a few people short today, so you found yourself rushing around more than normal. After finishing his drink, you tried your best to write his name correctly, though you were sure you still got it wrong. Saying it and spelling it often ended very different in the English language.

Calling out the name, you slightly gasped when the man was suddenly standing before you.

“Here you go sir” you smiled.

“Thank you very much printsessa” He smiled, before winking, and making his way out of the building. You had hoped that would be the last complicated order you would get…But of course, you were wrong. For the next two weeks, once a day, Pietro would come in, and order these really long and complicated drinks. You wanted to slap him, but knowing you would lose your job if you did, you settle for the next best thing…Misspelling his name on purpose.

At first he didn’t seem to mind, but by the end of the two weeks, he finally decided to ask.

“Why do you always spell my name wrong?” He spoke, leaning against the counter while he watched you make the drink.

“Do I sir? I apologize” You spoke, glancing up at him for a minute.

“I think you do it on purpose” he teased.

“Why would I do such a thing sir?” You asked

“That is what I am trying to figure out” He added.

“Well I am very sorry if I have upset you sir, here” You spoke, handing him the drink.

“Is that spelled correctly?” You asked, to which he nodded.

“Have a nice day sir” You smiled, before turning around to work on the next drink, but Pietro didn’t move.

“You know, you’re the only reason I come here everyday” he confessed, taking a sip of the drink. His words stopped you, you hadn’t honestly thought someone would come everyday to a place just to see you, that stuff only happened in movies.

“Is that so?” you asked, handing the next to drink to the last customer.

“It is, why else would I need this much coffee?” He asked

“I suspected that perhaps, you just liked coffee” You said, raising a brow.

“So tell me, why did you always misspell my name?” He asked, leaning closer. Sighing, you decided to tell him.

“I got annoyed with your long and super complicated orders” You shrugged, you expected him to get offended, but he simply laughed.

“What’s so funny?” You asked.

“I only did it to mess with you” he smiled.

“Wait…What?” You were shocked, he had been making your life annoying for the past two weeks, just so he could mess with you?!

“You…You”

“Easy printsessa, I only did it because you are very cute when you are flustered” he smiled, his statement making your cheeks get hotter. After a moment of you trying to find something to say, he spoke again.

“So y/n, would you like to have dinner with me?” he asked, shocking you. You thought about it for a minute, he had completely annoyed you for two whole weeks, simply because he thought you were cute when you were flustered. And he just confessed that he only came in to see you everyday…

“I get off in ten minutes” You smiled.

“I’ll be waiting then” He smiled back.

#23 Bringing the baby home from the hospital

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Ashton- “Doesn’t she look so cute Ash?!” You said as you snapped the final buttons on Avery’s going home outfit. “She always looks cute babe but yeah she looks extra adorable right now.” “She’s so small that even this newborn dress is almost too big for her.” You cooed over her. “What are we waiting for?” He asked. “The nurse needs to bring the papers to check her out. I’m so ready to go home and just start taking care of her on our own and being a cute little family cuddling on the bed already.” You sighed. “Awww that sounds so cute. We can do that right when we get home I promise. You need to rest babe.” Ashton said sweetly. He lifted her carseat onto the bed and slowly picked her up and placed her in. The carseat was huge and it pretty much swallowed your little 5 pound baby. The nurse finally came in and let you sign the papers to leave. “Congratulations again. She’s adorable.” The nurse said with a smile. “Thank you!” You both said simultaneously. Once you were all set in the car it finally became real. “Ashton she’s ours!” “I’m so happy Y/N are you?” ?I’ve never been this happy in my life.“ Just then Avery made a little coo and showed her dimples then went back to sleep. You giggled "I think A agrees.” You said smiling. “That was the cutest noise I’ve ever heard in my life. Oh my god.” Ashton said in a cute voice. You made small talk in the car pretty much talking about Avery the entire time. A while later you arrived at home and you breathed a sigh of relief. “We’re home munchkin!” Ashton said softly. He placed the carrier down on the couch and you carefully unbuckled her and picked her up. “Should we give her a house tour?” Ashton asked. “Later…How about we see if she likes her room though?” You said. He followed you up the stairs and into the room. “Y/N can you believe she’s going to be playing in here one day.” “That’’s crazy. For now I think I want her to stay little though. I like this.” You smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Me too. Now come on let’s go cuddle in bed like you wanted. All 3 of us.” He said. 

Luke- “Wow I can’t believe we’re actually taking her home now.” Luke said as he snapped the buckles on Emersyn’s carseat and buckled her into the car. You adjusted her little bow and pacifier as he closed the door and walked to the drivers seat. You took a deep breath “Yeah I hope it’s ok.” “It’s going to be fine sweetheart.” You nodded. “Ready?” He looked in the rearview mirror at you and smiled. “Yep!” He was driving so much slower than normal and you thought it was adorable that he was trying to be so safe. “Luke you can go a little faster babe.” “I know. I just don’t want her to get banged around too much.” He bit his lip. The good thing was that the house wasn’t too far away from the hospital so it wasn’t a bad drive. Shortly later you arrived home and Luke carried her into the house. “She’s sleeping Y/N. What should we do?” “Lets bring her up to her crib and let her sleep. Maybe we can take a nap too.” You suggested. Luckily when he picked her up and gently placed her in her crib she didn’t even stir.“ You both looked down into her crib and you leaned your head on Luke’s shoulder. "How did I get so lucky?” You asked him. “I ask myself that everyday.” He said back. “She looks so cute in there oh my god.” He said with a smile. “Do you see what I mean? She looks exactly like you look at her sleeping that’s exactly your face.” “Oh you mean like this?” He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.“ You giggled quietly. "Yeah like that.” “Come on we’re going to wake her up.” you said. You flipped on the baby monitor and went to lay down on the couch and snuggle with Luke for a while before she started crying. 

Michael- Ok here’s all the papers and the stuff for his birth certificate that you need to sign before we go. The nurse just brought it up when you were down getting the car. Michael please do not spell his name wrong.“ You said. "Pshhh I got this.” “Seriously be careful when you do it it’s important.” “I know how to spell my Son’s name d a x t i n ” He laughed. “Michael.” You shot him a look. “Sorry babe I’m just kidding around I know how to spell it. I’ll do it right.” “Thank you. I’m just freaking out a little. I’m nervous. We’re going to be all on our own now.” “Aw it’s going to be ok. Look how good he is. He’s just looking around!” He talked in a baby voice He looked down in between your legs where the little boy was laying because you were about to change his outfit so you could leave. “Yeah he’s such a good baby.” You said as you kissed your son’s cheek. “See you’ve got nothing to worry about.” Michael said reassuringly as he took the papers from you. You both finished your tasks at the same time. Daxton was ready to leave and the papers were all signed. “He’s so cute Y/N I’m actually dying.” “I know look at his little hat It’s like bigger than his head.” You chuckled. “Oh that reminds me… I brought something with for him.” He pulled out a little stuffed lion from the bag. “Here Dax this is my buddy Daniel the lion!” He said in a cute little voice and placed Daniel in the carseat. “You’re so cute Michael.” You said giving him a quick kiss. Soon you were all checked out and home. “This feels weird.” Michael said as you unbuckled Daxton and picked him up. “What does?” You asked quietly. “Last time we were here there was only two of us and now theres three.” “Yeah it is pretty weird.” “So.. What do we do now?” Michael asked. “He’s sleeping. Not much we can do.” You said giggling. “When can he play xbox again?” You just shook your head and smirked. 

Calum- “This is the longest car ride ever! You’re so lucky Y/N you get to look at him the whole time.” Calum groaned from the front seat and made a pouty face. “Aw sorry Cal. When we get home you can hold him for as long as you want. It’s ok you aren’t missing much he’s sleeping anyways.” “He looks so cute when he sleeps though!” Cal said. “I can’t get over how cute his nose is. It’s just like yours.” You said with a smile. “You’re killing me Y/N I haven’t seen him in like a whole hour you can’t just say that when I can’t see him.” “Cal you’re so cute we’ll be home in 5 seconds.” Once you got home Calum pretty much jumped out of the car and came over to help you out and bring him home. He moved the blanket a bit so he could see his face a little better. “Aw there’s my boy!” He said proudly. “Cal when we go in we have to be really careful so The dog doesn’t scratch Griffin.” “I got it Y/N” Calum brought the baby in and set him down on the couch where you unbuckled him and he brought the dog over. She automatically started sniffing him and wagging her tail. “This is the best feeling ever y/n I love you.” “I love you too Cal.” Suddenly the baby started crying and you both froze. This is the first time you had to do it alone. “What does he want?” You shrugged. “I think he’s hungry that’s all.” Sue enough you were right. He stopped as soon as you started feeding him. “I think we’re going to be good at this.” Calum said. 

A/N I wrote this pretty quickly and I’m not sure how much I like it or if it’s even good but I hope you enjoyed :) 


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10 with JB please, I'd be so happy if he gets my name right :)

10. You’re the first barista who finally wrote my name correctly so I’ll buy you a coffee and a muffin on your break AU

You stood in line at the coffee shop tapping your foot nervously. Funny how you were more anxious when you DIDN’T have a cup of coffee in your hand as compared to when you DID. Maybe your mom was right…maybe you really were addicted to that stuff. You looked up and saw that there was only one person in front of you and slightly cheered as you could smell the warm ground coffee beans in the air.

A high pitched giggle broke you out of your thoughts and you rolled your eyes as the girl in front of you flirted with the barista and twirled a piece of her hair through her fingers. The barista merely smiled politely, obviously annoyed by the girl, and asked what she wanted to order.

You held back a snort as she ordered more sugar than coffee (something with caramel, cinnamon, vanilla, marshmallow fluff, chocolate and of course, whipped cream) and your foot continued to tap nervously until she walked away from the barista. You quickly took her spot and shot an apologetic smile at the barista, motioning to the girl and shaking your head slightly. The barista, whose nametag read ‘Jaebum’ gave a small (incredibly attractive) chuckle while smirking and he raised an eyebrow, nodding in agreement.

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Zootopia / Robin Hood Fanfiction: Take A Stand CH. 9- REMEMBRANCE

(AN/ Hey guys it’s Garouge here AKA Crewefox with another chapter of Take a Stand, this is a quick update because I’ve got studying to do. Thanks to all the lovley folks who liked, faved, followed and reviewed this last chapter. So without further ado lets get cracking with this chapter…)

Here’s the fanfiction.net link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12105029/9/Take-A-Stand

Chapter 9- Remembrance.


“Mom can I have ice cream?” The seven year old little lioness whined up at her mother, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with a cartoon alien on it.

“Kiara you just had a candy bar.” Nala dismissed, she was in skinny jeans and blue tank top combo walking through the bustling mall on the border of Savannah central and Sahara square holding her daughter’s paw.

“You can have some carrot sticks if you want.” Judy offered, she was walking beside Nala making sure the youngest member of the Priderock family, the rambunctious three year old Kion didn’t run off.

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Ok. So this is my first drabble ever. I’ve never tried to write any fics or anything but I love writing so I tried my hand at it. Also, I love how last night only motivated and inspired me to crank this out faster :) Basically it’s not beta'ed and I’m not entirely sure about it (there are some loose ends and stuff but whatever, practice makes perfect!) Also the ending may seem a bit comical and cheesy, but I was not about to leave us with angst in our time of fluffy need. So enjoy, I hope you get a lot of feels, cry, and then smile and giggle like Klaus circa 4x07 at the end ;) Lmk what you think. *covers eyes and hides*

It had been only two months since Klaus saw her last, after their steamy and passion-filled rendezvous in the woods. The day they finally gave into their deepest desires and Caroline finally admit she felt something for him.

It wasn’t until a few days ago that he and Rebekah managed to discover that the witches had effectively erased the blonde vampire from his mind.

It was no surprise that Klaus returned from his brief trip to Mystic Falls looking like a man whose dreams had come true. The last thing he remembered was the incident with Genevieve where she exposed his sister’s betrayal.

He discovered that the old and powerful witch harbored intense feelings of desire for him - feelings he most certainly did not reciprocate. She had taken advantage of his vulnerable state and placed a memory wiping spell on him after she heard him utter the name ‘Caroline’ in his moments of despair. She was jealous and vengeful, doing anything in her power to win over the man she’d been lusting for over the past few decades.

Coincidentally, it was a phone call from Stefan that aroused his suspicion as to why he dreamed of this beautiful blonde angel, and awoke without being able to see her face in the day. He immediately went to Genevieve, bringing along his most trusted witches for backup. They restrained Genevieve and forced her to confess what she had done to mess with Klaus’s mind.

He awoke with a start just barely three days ago, once again seeing the face of the woman who plagued his dreams and the memories began to rush back to him, flowing through his body, and filling him with an even deeper sense of emptiness. Caroline. His Caroline. How dare that witch rid him of the only happy times in his wretched life? Of the only light to his darkness?

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