on one hand he's a little pup

Okay but imagine socially awkward and closed off Alexander Gideon Lightwood is actually amazing with kids:

  • Babies love Alec. One day Izzy rushes in with an infant that is .1 seconds from exploding and just throws the baby into Alec’s arms while Clary, Simon, and Magnus look on in confusion. But Jace just laughs and goes “Do your thing baby whisperer” and Alec just smiles down gently runs a soft finger down the babies cheeks all the while making a little humming noise and the child just immediately goes silent. Magnus possibly dies on spot.
  • But it doesn’t really stop there because all kids just seem to love him. They find Madzie and take her away from Iris and the entire time she clings to Alec. Who is more than content to prop her on his shoulder or on his lap. Basically he walks with her propped on his hip as he quietly shows her the institution.
  • Luke hear’s about these abilities and he brings Alec around to deal with some of the pups in his pack who go a bit stir crazy around the time of the moon. The pup’s demand that Alec become an official member of the pack, the Nephilim can’t have him. 
  • And the Lightwoods first realized this with Izzy. She was a difficult baby especially when it came to sleeping and nothing seemed to put her to sleep. That is until three year old Alec crawled out of bed one night and gently reached towards his little sisters hand her whimpers stilling.
  • Max’s first word was Alec. Honestly Maryse and Robert couldn’t even be mad because really what did they expect.


Pairings: Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader

Word Count: 3500+

Summary: You’re a bonded pair with three children and all Sam can think about is having more.

My twist on a/b/o dynamics. There’s a little fluff in here too, I swear it.

Kink Prompts: Mating/Breeding & Were-animal sex

Warnings: Breastfeeding(non-sexual, baby related), knotting, dominance, claiming, fingering, oral, unprotected sex (obvi), biting, dirty talk, rough sex, some dom/sub overtones.

A/N: Written for @impalaimagining‘s Smut-entine’s Day Challenge

Sam comes home late, just after two in the morning, shutting the front door carefully, cautious of waking you or his children. He’s a sore, bleeding and a little drunk but it’s been a good night.

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anonymous asked:

thoughts on phanthony collab? i thought it was so good and they worked well together. i'll admit i was kind of nervous because phil's chemistry can be hit or miss with people but this was so nice and calm i loved it

yessss omg these american youtubers are the only ppl who apparently truly understand fan service and keep giving the people what we actually want!!!!!!! this vid was just 10 mins of phil being soft and fawning over a cute dog and also a cute boy :( i love it so much. their sense of humor actually rly did blend so well, and anthony was so receptive to phil being his quirky self and phil was so calm and gentle and not over-performing!!! plus like just the aesthetics alone are top-notch, the way anthony colors his videos is gorgeous, and they’re both beautiful humans, and phil in that jacket is nearly painfully lovely hahaha. i just wrote out thoughts on my fav moments while watching so i’ll paste those: 

  • lmao @ anthony smooching the drawing of phil right on the mouth. why is he so flirtatious with both dan and phil it’s genuinely so funny 
  • phil sounds .. so good …. over the phone
  • ‘phil, i was trying out a new nickname for you. phil .. me up’ damn anthony is relentless, i need to take notes
  • that firm hug when phil first arrives, wow what a man
  • at 3:48 when they’re figuring out how they’re going to make the sweater and phil just starts barking and tickles anthony’s neck .. i love that he is just so phil and doesn’t rly try to filter that, like he is so unique and somehow mixes that in w being touchy and cute whenever he’s around people and it’s so fun to watch how other ppl react to it tbh. i love that anthony just rolls with it and giggles and plays along. this + all the flirting is why the chemistry is There people
  • i love that the first things phil thinks of for how to make the sweater special are glitter and sparkles
  • phil can’t whistle. did we know that? i don’t think i knew that
  • phil’s shaky hands :( he’s always had shaky hands when he’s slightly under pressure and you can see it in videos sometimes and i think it was so cute that he kind of pointed it out himself here and then just laughed and brushed it off :((( i love him 
  • 4:26 instantly iconic moment of phil almost calling anthony ‘dan’ but cutting himself off at the last moment hahahaha tragic
  • ‘pet me anthony’ ok i can’t fault my mans for availing himself of this opportunity to just go all out and flirt w a pretty boy in his distinctly phil style
  • anthony joins the legions of men before him who have touched phil’s skin and instantly commented on how soft it is. phil immediately offers up that he moisturizes in the same proud tone as always and i am more in love than ever before and more bitter too bc when will phil do an actual comprehensive run-down of his skincare routine
  • ‘let me phil you in’ … apparently he crossed a line with that one anthony looks disgusted ahahaha .. same tbh
  • 5:53 phil listening to anthony talk with his hands pressed to his cheeks is maybe cuter than anything in this video 
  • phil refusing to even write the word bitch and anthony nearly crying with laughter bc of it is a Big Mood
  • phil adding a doodle of some lips to the ‘chic bitch’ is an even bigger mood he’s so fucking funny and good omg
  • phil saying ‘helloooo’ to the pup :(((( end me :( 
  • the cute high pitched voice he uses when he says ‘we made you a little sweater’!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck!!!!!!!!!! little sweater!!!!!!!!!! there are tears in my eyes!!!!!!!!
  • phil’s assessment: roux hates the sweater bc it has foul language and no glitter, and it’s made out of something anthony’s crotch has pressed against djfksdfjskdfj his  mind is a marvel. this video is a marvel

i loved everything so much it was so soft and good :( feelin nothing but grateful to anthony for including dnp in such nice lil videos :((( truly a talent i owe him my life now

Sweet Lies

summary: He dodged the subject of his career as much as possible but he still had to lie. Until he finally decided to tell you about it all.

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

pairing: Chanyeol x fem reader 

genre: angst, fluff, smut, mob! au 

word count: 3,064

warnings: mob boss! Chanyeol, mentions of blood and violence, fingering 


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dating reggie mantle | would include


written by: rosie, gaby & kelly

anonymous said: can you do a dating reggie?! xx

- reggie always calling you pup

- he’d drive you to school everyday

- waiting outside your house leaning against his car

- “morning pup”

- forehead kisses

- lots of hand holding

- piggy backs are a must

- singing loudly in his car on the way to school

- being the ‘it’ couple -screw bughead-

- jealous reggie™

- being really close with archie being one of reggie good mates.

- “are you trying to move in on my girl andrews?”

- you’d naturally be a vixen

- reggie drooled whenever you wore your uniform

- something about that little skirt that drove him insane

- you go to all of his games

- being his number one fan

- you’d even go to practice

- he loved looking up to see you on the bleachers watching him practice

- your hair blowing messily in the wind

- he’d smirk as the other jocks ogled over the fact reggie had the hottest girl in the school in the stands.

- you loved it most when it was too hot and sweaty for him that he’d remove his shirt

- leaving you to ogle at that body

- when practice was over you’d skip down to meet him

- jumping onto his waist as you kiss each other

- wolf whistles

- “you get that mantle”

- he’d sneak into the gym to watch you practice

- as you and cheryl stayed late to perfect the routines

- he loves watching you dance in those tiny vixen shorts

- he hated having to share you with cheryl

- “hate to break to you blossom, times up she’s mine now” - “bite me mantle”

- you just giggle and wonder over as he places a kiss on your lips

- wearing your vixen uniform would just tease him without you doing anything

- “puuuuuuup.” - “reggie, i’m not doing anything.”

- running your hands through his hair would be his weakness

- “mmmm, pup. keep going.” - “gosh, you’re enjoying this a tad bit too much.”

- once you stop he would just whine until you put your hands back in his hair

- he would just love to put his hands on your bum

- you didn’t like it, you loved it

- he’d be that lowkey caring boyfriend

- “hey pup- what are you wearing?” - “clothes?” 

- “no, you’re not going out until you change.”

- he’d buy you a milkshake before going to your house

- he’d also would poke you up whenever you hung out, which is, everyday 

- reggie would make you feel like the queen you deserve to be

- you are his pride and joy

- you’d see him smiling more around you

- at random times, he’d just squish cheeks

- “uhhmm-” - “shhh.”

- you’d pout at him making you look cuter

- “oh my god, you’re so cute.” - “i have never seen you in this state, ever.”

-you’re the only person that could break down his ‘tough guy’ act


- hikes through the forrest surrounding sweet water

- going kayaking

- “reggie i swear to god if you tips us” - “pup it’s okay i’ve got this

- he definitely didn’t have it

- he’d let you wear his jersey

- goodluck kisses on the field

- he’d always get in trouble by coach because he always wanted to be with you

- ”MANTLE over here now before your benched for the season

- when it wasn’t football season it was basketball season

- you attempt to be some sort of competition so he had extra practice

- but he always went easy on you -most- of the time

- “this is too hard reg”

- guilt kisses

- being his lucky charm

- and his date to every party he’s invited too

- drunken dancing

- so much grinding

- getting completely wasted together

- hangover feeds at pops

- trying to help him study

- “c'mon reggie focus”

- neck kisses

- urges to cuddle

- “im trying pup, you’re distracting.”

- banter

- playing with his dog vadar

- reggie would walk the both of you through the park

- “look at me giving my two girls so much needed exercise”

- pretended to be insulted to get kisses and an ‘im sorry’

“who’s a good girl who’s- a good pup” - “i thought i was our favourite pup?”

- giggle and puppy dog faces

- “you are my favourite pup, i promise”

- piggy backs

- driving around with the windows down

- your legs draped over his lap

- soft driving music filling the background

- being alone in his house a lot

- with his parents always being away with business

- reggie liked to imagine that this was the future

- living in a big house with his two favourite girls

- no school

- no drama

- just the two of you

- blissfully in love.

Peter felt tears in his eyes, reaching out. He howled in pain, begging for someone to answer. Anyone. Please, he begged as the smoke filled his lungs. Please!


Peter jolted, eyes snapping open and glowing bright blue. He stared in surprise at the figure leaning over him, blurry from tears. Pale skin, dark hair, brown eyes.

“Leah,” he breathed, only realizing his mistake when he breathed back in, the scent familiar but not that of his wife’s.

Stiles frowned, looking oddly concerned. “It’s…it’s Stiles, Peter,” he corrected, voice uncharacteristic soft. Hesitant. “You started making noises in your sleep. I figured you’d probably rather me wake you.”

Peter nodded, forcing himself to sit up and clenching his eyes shut at the sudden burn he felt behind them as his mind caught up with everything once more. Leah was gone. Everyone was gone, burnt away to ash.

Stiles slowly moved to sit beside him, though he didn’t say anything. He eventually shifted to lean against Peter, shoulder brushing him solidly. Peter reached up, pinching at the bridge of his nose and trying to hide his trembling lip behind his hand.

“If you need to let it out, I swear I won’t breathe a word of it,” Stiles vowed quietly but no less seriously. Peter quivered, moisture gathering in his eyes without his consent. His lip curled in an attempt to keep the sobs at bay. Stiles reached over, brushing his shoulders and guiding him closer. Peter lost it, hiding his face against Stiles shoulder as he sobbed uncontrollably. Stiles turned to hold him more securely against him, hands bracing his shoulders and brushing up and down his back. Thankfully he didn’t offer meaningless platitudes, which Peter doubted he could’ve stomached. As his sobs wracked through his whole body, Stiles curled his hands in Peter’s shirt and his hair, clutching him to him tightly. He felt almost like a pup, protected and safe, and wasn’t that ridiculous? Stiles would sooner kill him than protect him and he was still arguably the closest one in the ‘Pack’ to him, by virtue of them being left to research together a lot. Peter whined, high and desperate. He longed for his Pack. His sister, his Alpha. Talia might not have been perfect and maybe they’d argued more often than not, but she’d done her best when it came to being saddled with a little brother sixteen years her younger and parents who didn’t want to deal with him. She’d practically raised him herself, even. And even though she’d never favored his methods in protecting the Pack, she’d always trusted that he’d acted in the Pack’s best interest and would have his back. He missed having someone in his corner unconditionally.

He managed to get himself under control but was still hesitant to pull away from Stiles’ hold. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt a kind touch and wasn’t that a sad thing for a wolf to say? He rested his forehead on the boy’s shoulder, wondering just how much damage control he’d have to manage after this utterly embarrassing breakdown.

Stiles softened his hold but didn’t pull away. He ran his fingers through Peter’s hair rhythmically and it soothed his wolf.

“Not that I’m comparing our situation, but sometimes it helps me to talk about the good times with my mom. From before she got sick, you know?” Stiles spoke, voice quiet but even. Calming. “Not with my dad really, cause he can still get really depressed sometimes if I’m not careful with what memory I bring up, but with some of the officers at the station or Melissa.” He brushed through Peter’s hair and the man cautiously nuzzled against the bare skin above the collar of his shirt, scenting the boy in a way he hadn’t done to anyone in years. It was nice. Stiles hummed, tilting his head just a bit and bumping his nose against Peter’s temple. That was even nicer. Acceptance, even if only temporary, was a relief.

“I know Derek can’t really be the best person to reminiscence with,” The boy continued. “So, you know if you ever want to talk, I would listen. And I’ll be honest, I’m still not a hundred percent certain about your plans, but I don’t think you’re our enemy right now.”

“Why, Stiles,” Peter finally spoke, voice just a little scratchy. “I’m hurt.”

Stiles snorted, rolling his eyes even as he gently cuffed the back of Peter’s head. The man smirked, pulling away to show it to Stiles who returned it.

“Dangerous and a potential threat, yes. But you’re not our enemy right now, at least. Are you?”

Peter shook his head minutely, reluctantly releasing his hold on the boy and fighting the urge to hide his face after such a reaction. Stiles smiled. It was Peter’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Thank you,” he murmured after a moment, glancing at Stiles before looking away.

Stiles nodded, running his hand across Peter’s shoulders and squeezing the back of his neck once before releasing him and reclining back into the sofa with a raised brow. Peter probably should’ve reacted against that, maybe it’s what Stiles was expecting, but instead he only felt a security blanket over him. His wolf calmed at the pressure, soothed, and settled down.

“So. Pixies.” Stiles tried to turn their conversation back to the point of research. Peter eyed the space beside Stiles and before the boy could react had crawled onto the space, curling against the boy and resting his head on Stiles’ chest. He was obviously surprised, muscles jerking in a mild flail, but he didn’t push Peter away, just curved his arm around Peter’s shoulders and held him close. His rabbit-fast heart was a nice sound.

“They need to use fire,” Peter spoke, eyes fluttering shut as he took in slow, deep breaths saturated with Stiles’ scent.

Stiles hummed, brushing through Peter’s hair again. He seemed to like that, not that Peter was complaining either. “How long have you known that?” he asked, curious but not judgmental sounding.

“First book I read.” Peter motioned carelessly towards the pile of books on the floor. “I just…don’t like fire,” he admitted.

Stiles nodded, understanding and not calling the man out.

“I’ll text them. You take a nap. I’ll wake you up once Scott says they’re on their way back,” he promised, already digging his phone out of his pocket and texting one-handedly. Peter nuzzled against his chest again before slowly, oh so slowly, letting himself fall to sleep, listening to the quick beat of Stiles’ heart, feeling the steady petting of Stiles’ fingers through his hair, and breathing in Stiles with every lungful.

When Stiles shook him awake a couple hours later, he hadn’t felt a single flame or smelt so much of a whiff of smoke. 


Brett x Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: smut, sex, roughish sex, strong language

You rolled your eyes when Liam winked at you. He’d asked you out back at Denford Prep but you said no. That didn’t stop him from showing off whenever her saw you, nor did the fact that Brett Talbot was your boyfriend and stood feet away from him as Liam threw a wink your way and blew you a kiss.

“Wow, Brett looks so pissed.” Your friend hummed as you both watched the practise carefully.

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Dark Nights (Part 10)

Originally posted by deanandimpala

Summary: With the Alphas dealt with, Dean and the reader embark on the next part of their lives together…

Dark Nights Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: This was my first A/B/O series and it was definitely an interesting ride but I really enjoyed playing with these dynamics and hope you guys had as good a time reading it as I did writing!…

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yoongi scenario | pitter patter of tiny paws

♡  min holly’s family is gaining a new member  

genre: fluff
word count: 1.2k
requested by anon

[Min Holly’s Point of View]

Sunday’s are supposed to be lazy days. Normally, I’d spend them curled up in Yoongi’s lap, with him pushing his fingers through my curled fur, while he watches moving pictures on that funny box in the living room. You’d cook pancakes for him, and slip me tiny scraps from your spot the sofa. Mmmm… I love it when you do that. But you’ve been slipping me scraps of food less often lately. It has something to do with the vet saying it’s not good for me. Plus, Yoongi says I’m getting pudgy. Which isn’t true! I’m still able to run and jump and chase cats out of the neighbourhood. But… maybe I’m not as active as I used to be. But the same goes for you. You’re not as active as you used to be either. And you’ve gotten a lot bigger recently. I don’t think it’s fat though… There’s another explanation - I can sense it. You’ve been getting ill, and your moods have been swinging about, and one night, when Yoongi was fast asleep, I caught you sneaking out of bed to raid the fridge – you know I’m up for a snack at any time of the day… but really? Cucumber and mayonnaise? What were you thinking? This unnatural behaviour means something big is going to happen. It’s going to happen soon.

It’s happening… right now!

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Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: Reader bakes cookies for the first time and it turns out pretty interesting and funny when Chris comes in the kitchen.
Word Count: 1.3k
Genre: Fluff!
Warning: suggestive themes.
Author’s Note: it’s inspired by a scene in One Tree Hill involving Leyton (Lucas & Peyton), my one and only ship/otp! This series is actually really good; it’s my childhood even if it wasn’t suited for children… oops.

Originally posted by capsteverogers-things

As you baked a large number of cookies for your family, specially visiting you the next day, your boyfriend sat on a sofa - with Dodger - in the open-plan living room. He checked his e-mails and other important information about his next films coming up in the following years.

“Chris, it’s ready!” You pulled out the first pan from the oven and dropped some of the dough by large spoonfuls onto another one. The rest containing either chocolate chips or white chocolate chips was divided into two different bowls for the next couple of batches.

“Hey.” Chris appeared behind you and you turned your head to peck his cheek. He winked, stretching his arm and he took one of the cookies on the worktop.

As he chewed the chocolate biscuit still quite steamy, Chris made a face that said a lot about the taste of it. He pressed his lips together until he brought a paper towel to his mouth, spitting the cookie out.

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Lance’s impatient pup

It was just over seven months ago that Lance announced to Shiro and Keith that he was pregnant. When Lance had first found out himself that he was pregnant he was terrified. Terrified that his mates would be upset about having a pup during a war, terrified something would happen and the pup would be hurt, terrified that he wouldn’t be a good parent to his baby. Keith and Shiro noticed something was off with Lance immediately, the second their mate walked in the room head down, and face drawn together in thought, they knew something was up. Without looking up, Lance walked over to Keith and Shiro and nestled his way between them, pressing into them as close as he could get. They wrapped Lance in their arms while making soft comforting sounds deep in their chest that never failed to relax Lance, instantly turning him pliant in their arms. When Lance let out a deep relaxed sigh Shiro glanced up at Keith before pulling Lance closer to his chest. “Whats the matter kitten?” Shiro asked softly while Keith ran his fingers through his chocolate brown hair gently scratching at his scalp relaxing him further. Lance took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before sitting up and looking them both in the eye. “I need to tell you both something.” He said, cringing slightly as nervousness seeped into his voice.

Mustering up as much courage as he could he quickly blurted out, “I’m pregnant.”

Once the words were out of his mouth all his courage faded and he averted his eyes to the floor, unsure what his mates were going to say. He waited with baited breath for their reaction when two pairs of arms wrapped around him and gentle hands landed on his lower stomach. Lance let out a sigh and looked up at Keith and Shiro who’s eyes were wide with wonder and disbelief but most of all, unbridled joy.

After the announcement Shiro talked to the rest of the team and they all agreed it would be best to temporally take Lance off the team during his pregnancy, and after discussing it privately with Lance, Allura was given the temporary title of blue paladin. For the next few weeks Allura and Coran trained Lance in everything he needed to know about the castles defense controls and Lance had a new job in the castle control room with Coran during missions. Lance couldn’t be happier. His mates were happy, everyone was excited about the pup, and Lance got to stay on the team. About the only thing that changed was how much attention Lance wanted/got. During random times of the day Lance would show up out of nowhere and just crawl into his teams laps. It didn’t matter who it was to him, everyone was fair game when he wanted to be held and no one could ever deny him. He was a bit nervous the first time he crawled into Alluras lap but after she immediately pulled him closer and carded her fingers through his hair he started doing it without a second thought. Sometime the others would seek Lance out to sit with too. Having a pregnant omega on the castle relaxed them all and gave them a homey feeling, and they loved it. But Shiro and Keith were by far the most affectionate. Every day they would pull Lance close holding him tight, one hand always resting on his abdomen, rubbing over the skin and whispering only loud enough for them to hear. On days when this happened he would feel so relaxed and safe with mates, he would easily drift into a light sleep embraced by the warmth of Keith and Shiro, and each time they would refuse to leave Lance till he woke up again.

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They were answering a distress call from a small planet under attack from a galra fleet. Everyone was working hard to bring down the galra, working fluidly together, even Allura and Blue. When they first began working together Allura had a bit of a hard time convincing Blue that it was only temporary and that they were only protecting Lance and his pup, but when Lance scolded her for being rude to a princess she was more accepting. Coran and Lance were in the control room doing their best to defend the others while shooting down the galra ships, the two of them became a good team together but both agreed that it would be nice to have their original partners back. Even Allura confessed being a pilot of Voltron was more difficult then she thought it would be and vowed to be a bit easier on them, much to everyones relief.

They had just reached the climax of the battle when alarms sounded though out the control room. Coran drew his eyebrows together in confusion before he moved to check what it was. He gasped and immediately opened a channel to the rest of the team. “Paladins we have an emergency!” He shouted urgently. “Coran? What is it? Whats wrong?” Shiro asked, concern lacing his words. “The castle has been boarded! There are galra on the ship!” “I’ll take care of them” Lance said cutting in before Shiro could respond. “No! stay put Lance. You’re in no shape to be fighting. Coran lock the door to the control room and any surrounding doors. We’re almost done here so I’m sending Keith and Pidge to come help you, when we’re done out here we’ll come help too.” Lance opened his mouth to respond while Coran when to lock the doors but neither were able to complete their tasks when the doors opened and three large galra entered. “Hello members of Voltron.” the galra said, a sickening grin spreading across his face. Distantly Lance could here the rest of the team shouting at them, asking for answers but they were drowned out when Coran rushed to stand between Lance and the galra commander. The galra commander kept walking towards them and when Coran made to block him, the galra lifted his arm and hit Coran making him fall to the side and hit the wall. He fell to the floor unconscious and Lance called out to him turning to run to his side when the commander wrapped his large hand around lance’s arm, roughly digging his sharp claws into his skin and began dragging him out of the room. “No! Let go of me! Coran! Let me go!” Lance continued shouting and struggling as he was dragged through the castle until the commander pulled him up to his face and growled lowly. “Quiet human or I will kill the Altean filth and leave his body for you.” Lance paled but glared at the galra commander none the less. The galra continued dragging him through the halls until they came to the training deck, Lance drew his eyebrows in confusion until the commander roughly pushed him into the middle of the training deck and pressed his large hand down on a console and activated the invisible walls. “Now Earthling, while my soldiers take your ship you will tell me everything I need to know or I will kill the Altean.” The galra stopped than, looking at Lance intently and then seemingly lost in thought before a grin took over his face again. “No, If you don’t tell me what I want to know I will kill the child you carry. And once I have cut your child from you, then I will move on to kill the Altean. And just before you die from blood loss I will stick you in the Altean healing pods and heal you of your injuries and throw you back in a cell with the body of your child and the Altean.” Lance shuddered and took a step back away from the galra, instinctively wrapping his arms around his unborn pup.

Lance was panicking, frantically going through different possible outcomes and trying to think of someway to escape, when a radio crackled to life. He whipped his head up to look at the galra commander and saw the galra reaching for a small communicator. “What is it?” The commander growled anger and impatience apparent in his voice. “Commander, the fleet has been destroyed and the lions have returned to the castle.” Lance was listening intently to their conversation when he felt something dripping down his leg. He looked down to see what looked like water covering his inner legs, his face scrunched up in confusion before widening in shock.

He was having his pup now.

He quickly glanced back at the commander to see if he had noticed before discretely attempting to move so it wasn’t noticeable. Sitting down he tried calming himself down and slowing his breathing before the galra noticed. His mind was racing again, terrified for his pup that just couldn’t have waited just one more day, and wanting nothing more than to have Keith and Shiro here to help him. He realized too late that he started crying when tears had slipped down his cheeks, but as he was brushing the tears away he heard the commander, now closer then before, laugh lowly. “Little human scum, have you already accepted that your friends will be killed by my solders and there will be no rescue for you? I must say I thought you would have had more faith in your friends.” “No! You’re wrong! My friends are coming and they are going to kill you, and every other galra on this ship! You will never take the castle.” The galra commanders face screwed up in disgust before again slamming his hand down on the console, when he lifted his hand a gladiator bot fell from the ceiling landing across his impromptu prison. “I suggest you learn to hold your tongue earthling.” The commander spoke as he walked through the training room doors. Lance looked wide eyed at the gladiator as it made its way across the room, Lance struggled to his feet but in his pregnant state he wasn’t able to get up before the gladiator slammed into his side, throwing his against the invisible wall in the process. When Lance hit the ground he felt his first contraction rip through is body, rendering him unable to move as the gladiator walked up to him again. It wrapped its hand around his throat and threw him across the training room floor, Lance curled around himself and wrapped his hands around his stomach tightly. “Come one baby, just wait a little bit longer, I promise, please you just have to be patient for me.” He rubbed his hand over his pup while struggling to get to his feet. He stood up just in time to doge a hit from the gladiator and wobble over to the other side of the room. Just as he turned to find the gladiator another contraction ripped through him, this one worse than the last. Lance fell to his knees curling in on himself and crying out in pain, when he opened his eyes he saw the gladiator walking closer and braced himself for another painful hit. But it never came. The gladiator fell to a heap in front of him and he turned his head to the door, expecting to see Keith and Shiro rushing to his side but the galra commander stood there instead. The galra lowered the shields and began making his was toward Lance, when he was just feet away Lance let out a call for his alphas as a last resort option. The Galra sneered and reached down a wrapped is large hand around Lances throat. “Tell me how to move the castle or I will kill you.” He spoke angrily, impatience and desperation lacing his words, his hand tightening with each word he spoke.

Black spots were clouding his vision and the commanders voice was becoming distant when, suddenly all the pressure was gone and Lance was able to breath again. He blearily looked up to see the galra commander being beaten into the training deck floor by a seething Keith and Shiro. Lances head fell back to the floor when another contraction pulsed through him. He let out a pained whimper when it lasted longer then the first two, and curled on his side to try and ease the pain. When he felt hands on him and flinched, only to look up and see a concerned Shiro and Keith hovering over him, he chirped low in his chest glad to have his alphas here with with him. “Lance baby, whats wrong? What hurts?” Shiro asked as he and Keith checked him over for injuries. “The pup. It’s coming.” Lance choked out, exhaustion taking over him and making it hard to turn his head. He was suddenly lifted up into Shiro’s arms as Keith ran out of the room ahead of them. “Coran! He was-” “he’s fine” Shiro cut in, “he’s going to have a headache when he wakes up but Allura assured us he will be fine.” Shiro said as he rubbed small relaxing circles along Lances lower back. Lance slumped more fully into Shiro’s arms knowing everyone was safe, but tensed again as another contraction swept through him. Shiro moved his hand to card his fingers through Lances hair as he picked up the pace, finally arriving at the infirmary where Allura and Keith were preparing a bed for Lance. As soon as Lance was laid down in the bed, both Keith and Shiro were ushered out of the room by the princess, she only giving a stern look when the two alphas growled at her. They paced back and forth outside of the room impatiently, having to hold each other back when Lances cries made their way through the infirmary walls. Finally Allura reemerged from the infirmary smiling brightly at the two. “Go on then, go see him.” She said as she stepped to the side to let them in. Keith and Shiro rushed over to Lance laying in the bed, covered in sweat and exhaustion clear in his body but he was still smiling brightly. Lance looked up at them when they stopped by his side, “Keith, Shiro, say hello to our baby girl, and our baby boy.” Lance spoke silently as he looked back at the two beautiful pups in his arms. “Twins?” Keith asked wondrously. “Yeah, we have twins.” Lance said looking back up at his two perfect mates. “We have two beautiful perfect wonderful pups.” Lances eyes glassed over with tears of joy and Keith and Shiro simultaneously climbed into the small bed with Lance and pressed kisses to each side of his cheeks then moved to press kisses to both of their beautiful perfect wonderful pups.

Fate - Jon Snow

One evening, you run into Jon Snow; the infamous bastard of Winterfell. While your family, from House Mormont, was being hosted by the Stark’s, you and Jon began to harbor a relationship in the forest you met in. The small fling soon ends when you both go your separate ways; silently hoping that fate would bring the two of your back together. (Words : 3905)

Once I started typing I just couldn’t stop

Originally posted by kitsn0w

You didn’t really want to be here; not in Winterfell, away from your friends. Your family, the Mormonts, had ridden to House Stark’s stronghold to broker more trade and hopefully arrange a marriage. You definitely didn’t want that. The idea of being married, merely for the sake of your House, made you feel less than human. You loved your family, you would die for them, but you wanted a say when it comes to where you will lay your future life.

After arguing about it, you finally just stormed out and away from your father. You found yourself crossing the courtyard of Winterfell and walking into the godswood. Something about the way the strong trees rustled in the chilled breeze soothed you. You found a clearing in the forest, a rocking resting near the edge of it. You sat of the cold stone, grateful for the warm cloak around you. You closed your eyes, breathing in the crisp air to calm yourself down. Your rested your hands against the stone as you unwound.

Mid-breath, a wet thing prodded at your hand. You pulled it away from whatever was touching it, turning to face the possible threat. Your eyes were landed on a small, snow-white wolf pup. It’s ruby red eyes glinted in the sunlight, making the quiet creature seem curious.

“Hello little thing,” you whispered soothingly. The wolf’s ears twitched at the sound of your voice and it took a step towards you. You carefully reached out your hand, moving it even slower when the pup cowered away. You held your hand out, waiting for the wolf to approach. The pup blinked it’s red eyes and stepped towards your hand. The white wolf pressed it’s head to your palm, allowing you to scratch behind it’s ear. “You’re a quiet pup, almost like a-”

“Ghost!” The pup shied away from your touch, it’s head turning in the direction of the voice. You turned your head as well, your gaze landing on the face of Ned Stark’s bastard. You had heard of Jon Snow, you had been born around the same time; so as you grew you heard all the gossip about him. The guessing game of his birth mother seemed to be a never ending game. Who could be so vile to lure the honorable Ned Stark? In this game was when you first heard the word ‘bastard’ and the negative connotations that came along with it. But in this light, he didn’t seem like the man your septa’s made him out to be.

“Sorry if he scared you, my lady. He’s a wanderer,” Jon said. As he got closer you could see how dark his eyes were and the startings of a beard that was around his chin. While his features were dark, he appeared to be kind.

“He did no such thing,” you said, standing to face the man before you. “Is he a direwolf, like the one on the Stark banners?” you questioned, smiling down at the little pup. Jon kneeled down near the little thing, stroking its head gently. It was a calming sight that soothed your heart.

“He is indeed. Ghost is just going to get bigger,” he looked back up at you, his full lips in a soft smile. You nodded, your eyes shifting from the pup to met Jon’s gaze. You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that Jon was very handsome. Snow stood suddenly, patting Ghost on the head as he did. “What brings you to the godswood, Lady Mormont?”

“Hoping to clear my mind of stresses,” you said formally, but the bastard seemed a bit alarmed by your openness. 

“I’ll leave you to yourself then,” Jon dipped his head respectfully and started to walk away. You opened your mouth to speak as Jon moved his hand motioning for Ghost to follow him.

“Wait, Jon,” the boy turned, giving you a near-surprised look. You realized that you hadn’t addressed him by name before; he didn’t know that you knew his name. You smiled at the thought, before continuing. “I would like company, if you don’t mind it.”

He opened his mouth to answer, looking at Ghost as if the creature knew what to say. In a way, the direwolf did. The pure white pup nipped at his masters hand before bonding over, back to you. You smiled that the pup, leaning down to pat his head.

“I guess I don’t have a choice,” Jon said with a small, shy smile. “It seems Ghost has taken a liking to you, you’re one of the few.” You let out a small chuckle before starting to walk.

“I’m honored,” you said as the boy and pup fell into step with you. As you walked, you and Jon made little chatter and you took a liking to his quiet, reserved nature. He was unlike his half-brother Robb, who was more outgoing. Jon was different, in the best possible way. You both walking through the clearing, Ghost going out ahead of the two of you.

“Does he always just go like that?” You turned to Jon, who was looking at you. You noticed a pink blush when you caught him staring. He cleared his throat before answering your question.

“Aye, he’s rather impatient. He always finds his way back to me though,” you nodded while he talked. Jon had a soothing tone to his deep voice, it comforted you more than the surrounding forest. A relaxed quiet fell over to the two of you once more, before Jon spoke up again.

“What brings your family to Winterfell? If you don’t mind me asking, Lady Catelyn never talks about our guests when I come around.” you shook your head at this. You looked down at your feet, flashing back to the argument you had with Lord Mormont, your father. This possible arranged marriage was awful to even think about, let alone talk about; but you trusted Jon. He seemed the trustworthy type.

“My father wished to arrange a union between myself and one of the little Lord Starks. Whether it be Robb or Bran.” You shuddered at the thought. You were much older than the younger lords, Bran and Rickon; what a strange match that would be. While Robb was nice, he seemed to be slightly impulsive when it came to in-the-moment choices; much like yourself. You needed someone more mature and thoughtful to make you think. 

“Robb is very kind, brave, he’d make a perfect match for you.” You looked up, meeting Jon’s dark brown eyes. He was frowning as he spoke, knowing that what he said wasn’t what you wanted to hear, or for him to say.

“I don’t want that perfect match,” you said, “I want adventure, true love. I don’t care how funny it sounds. I believe it exists, just as much as fate.” Jon snorted at that, bringing your attention back to his face. He noticed you looking at him and turned to look after Ghost. “You don’t believe in fate, Jon Snow?” He looked back to you and let out a sigh.

“I believe events occur when a person makes a certain choice. That choice can change everything for that person the instant they make it. Predestined events, I’m not sure.” You smiled at him, causing the boy to turn the corners of his lips upwards a little.

“I do believe fate brought us together, Jon, whether you believe it or not.” Jon chuckled, the first bit of laughter from him you had heard. The sound made your heart flutter, a new sensation brought on by the handsome boy.

“I do believe,” Jon said teasingly, “that is was Ghost that brought us together.” At the mention of his name, the pup padded through the trees. His red eyes looked from Jon to you, and back again before turning tail in the other direction. Jon shook his head and you both followed the direwolf over a small hill and deeper into the forest.

Your family had decided to stay in Winterfell for a few days, at least until the King and the Lannisters arrived. For the first time you were glad you family wanted to marry you off to a Stark; it allowed you to spend more time with Jon Snow. You had found a friend in him, as you both wanted far different things than what your fathers had planned.

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Headcannon of werewolf!Mccree finding that his human s/o is pregnant with a small litter of werewolf puppies?

I would like to just start this off by saying that I love anything to do with werewolf McCree and demon Hanzo so if you have any McHanzo fic recs (that don’t have anything explicit in them) including these two topics in any way shape or form I would die happily.

Also at the moment of me posting this, my puppy has currently trapped himself in an existential crisis called a leash and doesn’t know what to do with himself.

I’m going to free him.

Hope you have a lovely day friend!! <33 

-Mod Cherry

I love you for sending me this request thank you.

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Young!Reader x Clary /  Young!Reader x Jace

“We could ask Luke if he or the packs seen anything?” Alec offered as they walked together, planning to head out and mill around to see if anything interesting popped up.

“It’s after school (Y/N) will be back from school, we’ll have to stop by a toy store unless you want to take her with us?” Jace muttered as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

“I told you not to give her a toy every time you saw her.” Alec chuckled although he knew for a fact that most of Max’s clothes had been handed down to you and he’d enjoyed watching your face light up when he’d given you some of them.

“I know but the kids cute.” Jace grumbled.

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anonymous asked:

Ooo congratulations on your new job! Since it's prom season... how about a promposal fic? I guess in Auradon's case it would be a ball-posal though! :) Congrats again!

Oh, how cute! I didn’t get back until much later than I planned, so I’m writing this while I’m tired, but it’s too cute!

Guilt was becoming a more familiar emotion the longer they were in Auradon and it was one of the few things that Mal hated about her new school. She had felt it when Ben was drugged into loving her, she felt it when she held Fairy Godmother’s wand in her hands, she felt it every time she looked at her mother, small and scaly in a tiny cage.

Looking at the pride and excitement on Jay’s face, Mal felt that dreaded guilt again.

“I’ve been working on this for two nights,” he boasted. “I’ve kept it hidden under my bed, Pup has no idea.”

Mal didn’t roll her eyes at Jay’s ridiculously sweet nickname for his boyfriend. He never made fun of the names Evie gave her, she could return the courtesy.

“Are you sure he’ll…like this, Jay?”

“What do you mean?”

A giant, bright poster, spanning nearly the width of the room, laid at their feet. Swirled, elegant lettering spelt out ‘Carlos De Vil, will you go to prom with me?’ while stickers and crudely hand-drawn cartoons decorated the edges.

Jay looked at her cautiously, as if Mal was about to tear him down as often as she use to. “I was gonna have the cheerleaders hold it up at-.”

“Hold it up at the end of the last game.” Mal finished. “You told me. You said you were going to make a crazy announcement and have the tourney team lift Carlos in the air for it all?”

“Yep.” Jay crossed his arms and grinned.

“But Carlos doesn’t… He doesn’t like being the center of attention, Jay.” Mal pushed. “It makes him uncomfortable and nervous.”

He made a face, a mix of surprise and confusion, as if Jay doesn’t understand how he didn’t consider that or how Mal remembered it before he did. Jay furrowed his brows. “I-I know that.” He said quickly. “I was gonna make it quick.”

“Are you sure you want to ask him like this? I know you mean well, but this might embarrass him.”

“No it won’t!” Jay clenched his fists. “The whole point of this is to show I’m not embarrassed of him!” Mal opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it, waiting for Jay to continue. “I… I want Carlos to know that I… I like him and I don’t care who knows it.”

Mal considered his words, hand on hip. She ventured over to Jay’s bed and gestured for him to sit beside her. “Maybe Carlos just needs to know that you like him and that’s all. You don’t need to make a big deal of your relationship to the school for him to know that.”

“It was gonna be big and spectacular,” Jay pouted. “It was gonna be memorable.”

“How about just make it special for Carlos? He’s the only one you’re asking, not the whole school.”

Jay rested his chin on his hands. “I guess. All the Pup would really want is just for me to ask him in between classes or something,” he muttered.

Mal snickered. “You can make it a little more special than that. It’s not like your only options are to make a spectacle or to do nothing. It’ll still be nice to make it special.”

“Well what are you doing that’s so special?” A moment passed. “You don’t have anything planned, do you?”

“No.” Mal joined him, slouching forward to rest her chin on her hands. “I was just gonna ask her with flowers and chocolate but that’s too simple for E. I mean, she’ll love anything I do because she’s Evie. But I want her to really love it. Nothing is grand enough.”

“We should switch.”

“No thanks. Carlos is pretty, but not as pretty as Evie.”

Jay laughed and punched her shoulder. “I meant we should trade promposal ideas, not relationship partners.”

“That’s…not a bad idea, actually.” Mal sat straighter, finger to her lips in thought. “Can you get Carlos’ name off of that sign?”

“I was joking.”

It was Mal’s turn to punch his shoulder. “But it’s perfect. E would love a huge, crazy prom ask in front of the whole school. I already bought the choc- don’t give me that look. Yes, I bought them, not stole - I bought the chocolates already, you can have them if I can take your sign.”

Jay gave her a sideways look. “Flowers and chocolate… Well, maybe chocolate and a new tool kit would really make Carlos happy. He would love that actually.”

“Let me take a look at this sign,” Mal hopped off of the bed and knelt on the ground. “I could go over and re-do a lot of these pictures,” she traced Jay’s pencil sketches and looked up, “I can definitely improve this. Can you pull some favors with the tourney team for me?”

“Yeah. You scare the piss out of Chad and Ben is still sweet on you,” Jay snickered. “If you get Evie out on the field at the end of the game, I can hook you up with the megaphone.”

A grin took over Mal’s face. Her smiles were no longer mischievous and nasty, but genuine and excited; the reminder of the change in his friend brought a smile to Jay’s own face.

“This is gonna be perfect! E will love having everyone watch her get asked to prom and have the cheerleaders holding up signs for her,” Mal’s grin grew at the idea of surprise and happiness on her girlfriend’s face. This is exactly what Evie would want, she bloomed like the fairest flower under attention and would flourish being in front of the entire student body.

Mal stood quickly, reaching for the door and calling over her shoulder. “I’m going to run back to my room, I’ll bring the box of chocolates and some paint!”

Her guilt for ruining Jay’s grand promposal effort was forgotten and replaced with two new emotions: excitement and joy. True, Mal had never experienced those things before Auradon, but the reason for them had been with her for many years. Excitement and joy were found in expressive brown eyes and curly blue hair, in soft hands and a softer voice, in ridiculous nicknames and in kisses that left Mal breathless.

And Goodness, she was going to make asking Evie to prom as exciting and joyful as the princess herself.

Wolf EXO w/ their kids

So this is my first post on this page and this post was heavily inspired by me reading @exowolfblog ‘s posts! I’ve been obsessed with wolf!EXO recently and I’m so excited to be writing this!

Of course this is my interpretation so my ideas can be different from yours! And gifs are not mine! 

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Originally posted by yixingsosweet

  • I can least say that our precious Xiu would have two kids. He would have a little boy, and his precious little girl. The boy would come first, his princess coming along two years later. 
  • Xiumin would melt into a puddle the first time he would get to hold his pups. The little man would be so small compared to him and when he opens his eyes, Xiumin is forever hooked. Legit, he will be staring at him for hours just in amazement on how small he is. 
  • Then after his prince grows older and some other members start having kids, Xiu gets into the baby fever again and you two are blessed with a little princess. 
  • He is forever protective over them, through the pregnacy and all. He made sure you were always taken care of and he was always the one who got up at three in the morning to soothe the babes back to sleep.
  • And who knows, maybe there will be a third Kim on the way?


Originally posted by cakefuls

  • Our deer boy would have three kids, two boys and a girl. One of the boys would come first, three years later a little girl, then another boy a year later.
  • Luhan is putty in their little hands paws. 
  • He’s a bit freaked out at first when the first pup comes along. He was scared that he would mess up their lives up but as they’re born and he takes care of them, he really deserves the title of ‘The Best Dad in the World!’ on his presents on Father’s Day. 
  • I have this headcanon with Lu playing with his kids hair. When the boys would be on his chest, he would play with their hair and massage their heads. He would do it without even noticing and it would gradually put the boys the boys sleep. Then when princess would be on his chest, he would do it to her and she would also fall asleep to it. It would become the best way of getting them asleep.
  • And he is forever having them outside. Whether it’s them hunting, playing soccer, or even dragging sticks in the dirt, Lu is always out with his bby’s. 
  • And Luhan would be very protective. Any problem at school, dad’s on it. A bully, dad’s on it. He goes out of his way to make sure his pups are always happy and he can listen to their endless babble talk about nothing while they color.


Originally posted by lil-unicorn-yixing

  • Kris would have twin girls, and boy does his tough alpha male phyisic disappear in a snap. While I was typing this up, I could just imagine his little girls being his entire world.
  • When they’re born, he’s in so much awe, he can not take his eyes off of them. Then when he holds them and they look up at him, he turns into this pouty puppy and he sheds a few tears. He’ll look at them, then to you, and he thanks his lucky stars that he has his own family.
  • He is SO PROTECTIVE over them. Being the leader of EXO-M, Kris would be the second alpha, so he would always make sure that his girls are safe and no wolf would try to take them and try to destroy him. Lowkey though, I can imagine Kris wrapping them up in four layers of clothes when they go out in the snow so they have no chance of getting cold even though they’re basically walking furnaces. 
  • They are also forever clinged onto his legs. They both turn into a giggly mess as he walks through the living room and he will willing do a whole tour of the house just so he can hear their giggles. 
  • And he never can say no to his little girls. They’re big doe eyes and pouty lips would be their biggest weapon and they get everything they want.


Originally posted by suhomysuho

  • I imagine Suho having two sets of twins, the first set boys, and the second set being girls, and the sets being a year a part. 
  • The second set would actually come as a surprise. All through the pregnancy, all the ultra-sounds only showed one bby and one heart beat but delivery day comes, they leave the hospital with two beautiful little girls. 
  • The kids would be absolutly spoiled. It wouldn’t matter if they were at the store or begging for another cookie before dinner, he would crack and would slip the extra cookie and as they get older they ban together against him so they’ll get whatever they want because they know he’ll say yes.
  • Family cuddles are also very present in the Kim household. He loves his family so much he will lay there for hours just to tell you and the pups how much he loves you. 
  • And Suho would buy the biggest king sized matress he could just so the babies would have their own wiggle room. The kids would gradually “sleep walk” into your and Suho’s room and they would just wiggle their way in between you two, whining until they were wrapped up by one of you. 
  • Smart ass kids. He would teach  them basic skills when they were young whether it was how to fold clothes or how to make a fire with sticks, he would always have something new to teach them. And they can pick up instructions very easily. 
  • Unless Uncle Jongin is teaching them how to dance.


Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

  • Lay would have three kids. Two boys, being one year a part, then a girl who is three years a part from baby #2. 
  • His boys are his little minime’s. They would enheirit so much off of him and they would even pick up his habits in a snap. 
  • The boys would be so hyper omg. Lay could come home with his eyes barely open, but when he steps through the door, those two crazy pups run across the house and cling onto his legs and suddenly sleep becomes a thing of the past. They can play and wrestle for hours on end and not be tired. And some days they would cuddle up on the couch and they would be asleep with them on his chest. 
  • Then his little girl comes along. You dare look at her the wrong way, angry dad comes out. A bit more protective with her than he is the boys, but all for good reasons. “The only boys you need are your brothers." 
  • She’s forever on him too. Whether it’s a piggy back ride or he’s flat up in the middle of the bathroom hugging her, they’re basically inseperable. She’s also 100% okay with that. 
  • Yixing just loves his kids so much and he always reminding them on how much he loves them and he is always praising you on what amazing wife/mate you are and how lucky and appreciative he is to you have how you brought him such amazing kids.


Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

  • Our precious baby would have three babies. Two girls being two years a part then a boy being a year behind. 
  • The sass is rEAl. The Byun kids are forever sassing Baek and their cousins, even picking up some adult language from uncle Kris. 
  • They want to touch EV.ERY.THING. Whether they’re little toddlers playing with their binkies or a picture frame of you and Baek from your wedding, they always have something in their hands. And lowkey destructive devils. 
  • They’re forever rough-housing and breaking something and teaming together to steal that extra cookie. 
  • But over-all the sweetest kids you will ever see. Always helping mom with dinner, or helping their cousins with their homework, they are always there when you need them. 
  • Head canon: baby #3 is such a momma’s boy help.
  • SQUISHY CHEEKS FOR DAYS. Baek is forever squishing their cheeks, from day one to the first day of high school. "Dad, you’re embarassing me!” “But I can’t help it! They’re so SQUISHY!!”


Originally posted by chanchen4ever

  • The second member of the Beagle Line would have three kids, two girls and a boy. The girls would be a year a part and the boy would be two years behind. 
  • His first born is litterally his best friend. As soon as she’s able to control her form, she is out in the woods running with Dae and they’re always going to town to pick up groceries. Basically if it involves moving anywhere, they’re locked hip to hip. 
  • Bby #2 is the definition of a daddy’s girl. He always has to coach her to choose an ice cream flavor for he’s always there to tie her shoes when she’s gets too frustrated and she gets everything she wants. 
  • Even though babe #1 is clingy to Dae, bby #2 is basically glued to him. But when Chen’s baby boy comes around, he gets so soft. It’s such a headcanon. 
  • Even though Chen connects deeply with his girls, the first time babe #3 gets sick, reality hits him. When the bby gets sick, you’re at work and Dae has to take care of him and he gets his sisters sick too
  • The Kim kids are known for their display of affection and constantly wanting attention, but bby #3 takes that to a whole new level. He is fairly young when he gets sick and he wants nothing but to lay on his daddy’s chest because that’s the safest place in the world. Dae is always at his aid 24/7 even sleeping with mom and dad  and is treated like a little prince. 
  • Sorry for talking about the son so much, it’s just such a headcannon.


Originally posted by dailypetal

  • It makes sense for a husband to want kids, but our Yeollie can’t help himself and winds up with five kids. And he wants more. 
  • His oldest would be a boy, then following a year after that, he’d get another boy. Then another year later, twin girls! And then two years later, he get’s another little boy. 
  • Chanyeol is the most hyper in the Beagle Line out of my eyes so you bet that Channie’s kids are the craziest of all the EXO kids. 
  • Starting out strong, his two boys are the life of the party in the pack house. They’re always putting on some show, running around or even playing one of dad’s instruments, you just know they’re there. And he loves watching them. 
  • He’s one of those dad’s that has no restrictions and mom is the head of the house no matter how much Chan wants to argue about it. 
  • Next come his twins and oh my god he can barely keep up. Them on top of their brothers, you and Channie still struggle getting sleep after the baby years are over because there are some nights to where they aren’t all asleep until almost two in the morning. 
  • The last pup is actually the tamest out of the five. Unlike his older siblings, he’s reserved on the normal but when he is with his siblings, he transforms into this wild child and there is no stopping him the crazy evil maknae. 
  • Chanyeol really loves his kids though. He takes the time out of everyday to wake up early to wake them all up in unique ways, showering all of them in affection and he gives out at least two hundred kisses a day. 
  • He’s also a huge role model for them because they admire all the things he does for them and he provides the most he can for his family.


Originally posted by prkchaeyoung

  • Just like Kris, I feel like Soo would be blessed with two girls, but they would be two years apart. 
  • In the beginning when you and Soo had began to talk about kids, he honestly wanted one pup. He wasn’t in the baby fever as much as his other members were, Chanyeol, but once he got to experience parenthood, he couldn’t help but want another. 
  • His girls are his everything, including you of course. He is forever wanting to go out and show off his beautiful family. And he loves saying, “Do, party of four." 
  • His girls would heavily take after you with your looks and personaility, but they would have the unbelievable sass of their dad. 
  • They’re also a bit more hyper, most likely due to their hyper cousins. The girls bring Soo out of his shell by a mile-stone, but SatanSoo is also very present. 
  • Soo is very protective over his pups so not a lot slides by him. There is one day where babe #1 is getting bullied at school by a bunch of kids from their rival back and you bet your buttons that Soo is at the school bright and early ready to set the parents straight. "It’s bad enough we have to deal with you mutts, but you feel the need to teach your kids the same habits? Discusting." 
  • Like I said, don’t mess with his pups.


Originally posted by anki-tao

  • Our little diva would have twins, a boy and a girl.
  • So spoiled tbh. The most spoiled out of the whole pack. But he does it for the soul purpose to take care of them and give them the best because they deserve the world. 
  • But even though they’re spoiled, they’re hard working kids and they’re always helping mom or other members. Tao teaches them from a young age that you should always work and do your best and you will recieve the best in return. He is forever attached to them, like he never wants to put them down. 
  • And Tao is forever calling them 'my babies,’ or 'my pups.' 
  • He loves people asking about the little ones just so he can show them off. It’s his favorite thing to do. But he has the biggest smile on his face when he talks about them. He is SO proud of them. Then he’ll get carried away and he can talk about them for hours. 
  • Sehun: "Hyung, that’s great that they counted to five but I really need to go back to my work.” Tao: “But that’s not even the bEst PART.”


Originally posted by dazzlingkai

  • This is such a head canon of mine. Kai would have four kids, souly just to have his own army of kids.
  • His first born would be a boy then another boy two years later. Then he’d get in the baby fever again, and a year later he’s got twins(boy and girl). 
  • Just like Tao, he loves to spoil them. He wants his kids to have everything because they’re the best humans on the planet and never wants his pups to be without something. He gets banned from taking the kids to the grocery store because he spends WAY more than he needs to just because he gives into the puppy dogs faces. 
  • He is so fascinated with everything they do. One day he watches the twins color for a straight hour just because he is so fascinated on how focused they are and how they don’t color outside of the lines. 
  • And he is forever watching them sleep. 
  • And once the pups are born, Kai turns into a jungle gym. His princess is forever on his shoulders it’s her favorite place, one of the boys is wrapped around his left foot while the other is on his right leg, and he’s got the other boy dangling off of his arm(or Kai is carrying him). 
  • And as they grow up, he’s forever whining over his body being sore because they still crawl on him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.


Originally posted by r-velvets

  • And last but not least I can see our maknae having three little pups: twin boys and then a year later a litte girl.
  • Headcanon, ever since he started to think of having puppies, he’s always wanted a girl. He wanted to have his own little princess that he could spoil to death but when his boys come along, he’s wrapped around their little fingers. Cried at their birth. 
  • He is forever holding them and he is always so interested in what they do and he wants to be right by their side every second of the day. 
  • And anytime you’re having a family movie night, he’s got the most loving look on his face as he watches you and your boys focusing on the silly movie. And family movie nights are a mUST, you have to have them at least two times a week. EXO is a big pack and of course he loves being with his members and their little pups all the time, but our Sehunnie loves being with just him and his boys. 
  • Then a little bit after it’s the boys first birthday, he’s like, “let’s have another baby.” And by golly does he get his little princess. Defiently cried when she was born. 
  • He litterally kills any flies that come her way because he is so protective over her. He is so gentle and causious with her. He was afraid to hold her at first and you swear that he actually thought she was made of glass. 
  • He is forever wanting to feed her or bathe her just so she can see her giggle and make some kind of mess. She is also forever on his chest sleeping and the boys are right beside her, wrapped up in his arms. 
  • Family naps also becomes a huge thing because it’s literally the best thing in the world and everyone is so warm and cuddly.

Imagine Chris being there for you through it all.

A/N: This is a request from @brobrobreja, I don’t know if this helps. I mean- I cried writing this so I’m sorry if this makes you sadder, I just- it’s a really tough situation. Sending so much love your way. X

You swore time stood still when the words “acute myeloid leukemia” left your oncologist’s lips. Your mouth became dry and your heart started to beat in your ears; voices and background noises merged into a deafening buzz that somehow repeated one sentence, “you have cancer.” You couldn’t believe it- you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t understand how what you’d thought was a really bad cold could turn out to be blood cancer. You thought because you were sick that it was normal: to feel tired, to have a fever, to get night sweats, to have reoccurring nose bleeds, to throw up, to lose weight, to have your bones and joints ache despite your use of pain killers. You didn’t think anything of it because you didn’t want to think anything of it; you knew something was wrong but you were too afraid to admit it, and as it turned out- you had every right to be afraid.

Your husband, Chris, was the reason you finally decide to go to the hospital. You were getting weaker with each passing day, and your pain was only just beginning. Today you couldn’t even get out of bed, which was the last straw for Chris; he forced you into his car and drove you to the hospital. The two of you met with a GP who took one look at you and your list of symptoms and sent you to their resident oncologist on the fifth floor. You sat in the waiting room with Chris, who held your freezing hand the entire time. He tried to reassure you, repeating the sentences that would usually rid you of your angst: “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart.”, “We’re just overthinking again.”, “I’m sure it’s nothing.” Usually they worked, but not this time. You knew it wasn’t going to be okay; you weren’t overthinking again; and it was definitely something. You could feel it everywhere: your gut, your heart, your mind, and your soul; it wasn’t just the numbing pain talking, it was every inch of your being.

“Hey,” Chris gently squeezed your hand, bringing you back into the room. You managed a small smile as you ignored the tears blurring your vision; it wasn’t you you were worried about, it was your husband. Death was going to be easy, but surviving a death wasn’t. “Did you hear what Dr. Michaels said?” He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible. “There are a lot of treatments you can undergo, okay? We’ve got um-” he glanced at Dr. Michaels who looked heartbroken for the both of you, “chemotherapy and biological therapy and target therapy and radiation-” He stopped himself when he heard his voice break. “There’s a chance for recovery, Y/N.”

“I know,” you nodded, squeezing his hand as tightly as your weak body could. “Don’t you worry, I’m going to do whatever it takes to fight this.” Chris broke down when you said that, burying his head in your lap. He wanted to be strong for you, but he couldn’t right now. You were so young and you had so much left to do with your life; he couldn’t lose you, you couldn’t leave him. “It’s okay, baby.” You kissed the top of his head, whispering into his hair. “I’m going to be okay, I promise.”

After that day, Chris never cried in front of you again. He promised himself he’d keep it together because you didn’t need to take care of him, he needed to take care of you. He stayed incredibly positive, reminding you every day that recovery was possible and it was- especially since they detected your cancer in its early stages. Acute leukemia was the kind of cancer that needed to be treated as soon as it was diagnosed, as were most cancers. The goal of treatment was inducing a remission which was an absence of leukemia cells in the body, that came with a lot of chemotherapy; pills, catheter- whatever form of inserting the drugs into you, you did. It exhausted you physically, mentally, and psychologically. You spent most of your time at either the hospital or the dialysis clinic with Chris, of course, who put his entire career on hold.

You didn’t want him to; you wanted him to go to Atlanta and film ‘Infinity War’; you wanted him to live his life like his wife’s wasn’t on the line. But of course, he wouldn’t because he couldn’t. As much as he wanted to keep you happy, he couldn’t agree to such a ridiculous request. Even if he were to agree, just to appease you, Marvel wouldn’t have allowed him on set. You’d been married to Chris for five years now, everyone he knew and everyone he’d worked with knew you too. They also knew you needed Chris in such a trying time, whether or not you were willing to admit it- you needed the love of your life by your side. So Kevin promised Chris they could postpone the filming schedule for as long as he needed, or at least until things weren’t so raw and fresh. You’d tried to argue against it, stating there was no point in him suffering with you, but he wouldn’t have any of it. He even reminded you of your wedding vows- for better or for worst, and in sickness and in health- which shut you up.

“Do you want some te-” Chris cut himself off when he saw you asleep on the couch with Dodger watching over you. He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, walking over to carefully readjust you and your blanket. “I’m not hurting her, bud.” He reassured Dodger, who growled slightly. “I’m just…” He trailed off, sighing again at the sight of your weary face. “What are we going to do, Dodger?” He looked over at his pup, chuckling with limited humor as he wept. He tried to stop himself from completely breaking down, but he couldn’t. “I feel so fucking useless. Tea?” He almost laughed at how ridiculous he sounded. “I’m offering her fucking tea when she’s-” he buried his face in his hands. “Oh God, why did it have to be her?” He cried into his hands. “She doesn’t deserve this, no one does.”

Chris cried for a little while then wiped his face with his t-shirt before leaving you to rest. He headed for his laptop where had several articles about leukemia and treatment plans and statistics of recovery. Things may have looked bleak, but it didn’t stop him from giving up hope. If there was a chance, there was a way. If you were willing to fight, so was he. You were stronger than anyone he’d ever known, and if anyone were to beat any shitty illness- it was you. You could do it, he could feel it as sure as you could feel the pain in your bones. Your treatment was going to induce remission, and you were going to recover, and the two of you were going to start a family and live happily ever after. Chris could picture the whole thing, he could see his future with you and there wasn’t a black cloud in sight. As long as the two of you stuck together, fought together, and stay positive together- things were going to be okay.

“Chris,” Chris heard your weak voice call for him and he poked his head around the corner. You were sitting up with a hand over your mouth, which meant only one thing. He quickly rushed over with a box of tissues and a bin so you could throw up. He held your hair back for you and gently rubbed your back as you threw up water and bile because you were too weak to eat any proper foods. You started crying as he cleaned your mouth for you, pushing his hand away and burying your head in yours. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed.

“Don’t apologize,” he shook his head, putting the bin aside so he could hold you. You melted into his arms and for a second, you almost forgot about everything. “Baby, this is not your fault. You’re doing everything you can, okay? You have nothing to be sorry for, do you understand me?” You managed a nod as you continued to cry. “I know how difficult it is right now, but you are going to get better. You just to believe because the mind is so much stronger than the body, and you have one of the strongest minds I’ve ever come across.”

“What if it’s not enough?”

“It is,” he assured you. “Believe me, it is. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together,” he cupped your face in his hands and brushed away your tears, smiling. “I’m not letting you go anywhere, you hear? You’re stuck with me, Y/N, whether you like it or not.” You managed to laugh despite how utterly lost and broken you felt. “You’re going to get better,” he repeated. “Things are going to look up, I promise. You just need to keep fighting, baby. Can you do that?”

You nodded, managing a light chuckle. “I can do this all day,” you quoted Captain America’s most popular line and drew a genuine, heartfelt laugh from Chris. He brushed away the remainder of your tears then kissed your lips. Yes, things were bad right now, but he’d no doubt it was going to get better real soon. With a character as tough as yours, not even leukemia could keep you down.

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