our little kid

Happy Easter! Stars of the “Our Gang” series dressed up, 1920s.

childhood favs
(please listen to this while looking cuz I had it on freaking repeat the entire time)

anonymous asked:

The dialogue option thing got me thinking: Akira's not smooth at all it's honestly just Arséne saving his ass 24/7 because sometimes Akira just can't think of something witty enough that'd be up to par with his usual sass, so Arséne will just speak for him. Like, the only time Akira is shocked speechless is when it's so shocking that even Arséne is stunned. Seeing their S/O walking down the aisle? Floored. Don't expect either of them to speak at all.

OMGGG that last thing was SO CUTE like Arsène can’t stop talking to save his life because he loves attention so much and he’s always gotta outwit everyone smh. But then he just FREEZES when he sees how beautiful S/O is though Akira’s eyes. ;A; Even though Arséne’s such a player he’s still a hopeless romantic. he probably cried tbh

THAT REMINDS ME before I forget I need to write this. BUT. I think Personas can ‘feel’ their hosts feelings. Like they don’t feel them as if they were their own, but the Personas can ‘sense’ how intense their hosts’ emotions are and they get really impacted by it sometimes.

But yeah you’re totally right, Arsène’s got Akira’s back. It’s probably mostly out of pity and his own pride because if Arsène’s going to be inhabiting someone he’s going to make sure they live up to his unreasonably high standards. LOL Maybe he’s the one that controls Akira’s social stats?? Like Arsène won’t let Akira advance to the next level until he deems him worthy? BUT the proudest day of his life is when Akira can out-sass him because his little protegee is all grown up. ;_;

Anyway these little headcanons you guys throw in my inbox are great lol. Thank you for sending this!! <33


Sam Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

Request: Congratulations on your900followers!Could I possibly request something with Sam Winchester?Like pregnant!reader,and she has her babies?Two boys, one girl?Basically it’s her having them and taking them home to the bunker,Cas,Dean,&Mary meeting them?:) by @marygracewinchester

Warnings: Labor. 

Notes: I’m so soooo sorry for just posting this now… i’m trying to write all the thing i have to write but i have no inspiration. I’m really sorry guys. Oh and sorry about the small gif, was the only one i found. I hope you like the story though :)

“Okay, they will probably be home in two days.” Sam said after hanging up the phone. Dean, Cas and - strange as it may seem - Mary, went to solve an important case a few towns away and you and Sam didn’t go because…well you were 9 months pregnant, and you could go into labor any moment now.  

“Great.” You said. “Look, this is super cute.” You pointed at the matching Disney jumpsuits. You two were at the mall, seeing some more baby clothes for the twins you were expecting. One boy and one girl. 

“Mickey and Minnie? A little cliché, don’t you think?” He said frowning and you rolled your eyes. He laughed, giving away that he was messing with you. “Adorable, we are taking it.” He said taking the jumpsuits and putting them in the shopping cart. “Oh, look at this.” He said and you laughed when you saw that he was talking about jumpers with little wings in the back.

“Cas would be happy if we took those.” You said with a small smile and he agreed. After a while, you finally went in line to pay, with quite a few clothes, cute toys and stuff like that. Sam always imagined himself in those situations, but never really thought that would actually happen. He was incredibly happy with all of this. With his mother back, you pregnant with twins and especially… with you. He was a better man with you, he knew that. 

“Hm…excuse me?” An old lady touched your arm, and you turned and smiled to her. “Sweetie, this is super normal in pregnancy but… your pants are wet.” 

“What?” You asked shocked and embarrassed, putting your hands in your tights and noticing that they were in fact humid. What the hell….? Sam suppressed a laugh but immediately positioned himself behind you to cover you. But before you could say anything else, you groaned in pain, putting your hands in your belly.

What. The. Hell.

“(Y/N)?” Sam asked in worry, looking at you a little confused. “What is it?” 

“Oh no…” The old woman said and Sam looked at her, already desesperate at this point.

“Oh no what?” He said a little louder than he intented.

“She’s in labor.” She said, and you and him looked at each other with terrified faces. 

This was definitely a big ‘OH NO’


“Sammy!” You cried grinding your teeth, feeling like your back was breaking apart. 

“Shh, you’re gonna be okay.” He said trying to walk through the hospital along with the stretcher that you were laying down on, which the doctors were quickly pushing towards the labor room. “Just breathe.” 

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” You cried before you screamed louder because of another contration. His eyes widened and he looked at the doctor not knowing what to do, and the doctor just struggled. They finally got to the labor room so you could lie in another bed, and immediately Sam went to your side, holding your hand. 

“Hey (Y/N)” He said seeing you with tears in your eyes, and sweat in your forehead.

“I’m not going to handle it, oh god…” You said hyperventilating and crying hard.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, look at me.”He said squeezing your hand harder, and you finally looked into his eyes. He put a strand of your hair behind your ear, gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “You can do this, okay? We can do it. We’re having a baby, just relax, I will be here by your side the entire time. You’re so strong (Y/N)…” He said with heart eyes and you smiled a little bit. He bent down whispering this part in your ear. “You can fight monsters, demons, the devil himself. Twins? It gonna be easy.” He said and you smiled more. “I love you.”

And you wanted to answer that with words. You really did. But another contraction started and Sam understood your loud scream as an “I love you too.” 

“Okay, push!” The doctor ordered.


You were crying, sweating and incredibly tired. Two and a half hours. You’d been in labor work for two and a half hours already. The boy, Ash, was already clean and wrapped in a blanket, but the girl… well, she insisted in not getting out. Sam was crying too, mostly because of the emotion of the birth of his first child, but also because of all the emotions of the situation. He was in so much anguish from seeing you in so much pain, and this time, there was nothing he could do about it.

“Okay and she’s….” The doctor said and they waited for another cry. “…Out, okay here she is daddy” The doctor said handing Jo in Sam’s arm. Of course you two agreed on those names in honor of your loving friends that unfortunaly weren’t around anymore. He smiled looking at his little girl, and showed her to you making you smile and cry hard.

“We did it sweetie.” He said giving you a chaste kiss when a nurse got Jo from Sam’s arms. 

“Okay, prepare yourself (Y/N), the other boy is coming.” The doctor said and you and Sam looked at each other with wide eyes.

Wait, what?

“Wait, what?” You mentally thanked Sam for saying it out loud for you. The doctor slowly looked up to you and frowned when he saw your desesperate faces.

“Hm…. You know you’re having triplets right?” The doctor said and you gasped. Sam looked about to pass out and you… you just didn’t process that information. 

“Excuse me? She’s expecting twins.” Sam said with a nervous laugh. When you discovered it was going to be two, you freaked out but figured you’d have to make it work. But now… with three?? Three kids?

“Two babies! Just two…AHH” You started but was interrupted when another contraction hit you. 


It was triplets.


"This is your fault you know.” You said looking with a sweet smile at your three babies sleeping in the cribs next to your bed and Sam huffed looking at you with a small smile.

“How this is my fault?” He said looking back to the triplets still hypnotized with them.

“It was your sperm.” You said and he laughed as loudly as he could without waking them up. 

“Shhh don’t say that in front of the kids.” He said messing with you and you rolled your eyes. He was sitting in the bed you were resting, holding your hand. “We still need a name though." 

"We could call him Kevin…” You suggested remembering the small guy you all missed so much. 

“I would like that, but… I’d feel strange calling a baby Kevin.” He said and you sighed relieved.

“I’m glad you think the same way.” You said with a small laugh and he laughed too.

“I like the name Tom.” He said with a smile looking at the third boy and you raised your eyebrows.

“I like that. Like, a lot.” You said to him and he smiled.

“Tom is it.” He said squeezing your hand and giving you a chaste kiss. “Ash, Jo and Tom. Our kids….”

“A little surreal right?” You said and he nodded. “I’m fucking happy Sam.”

“Okay, we will really need to work on your vocabulary around the kids.” He said and you both laughed. 


Sam pushed your wheelchair through the hospital with his right hand, and with his left one carried Jo in a hand baby carriage while a nurse pushed the twins’ baby cart with Tom and Ash. Unfortunately, Dean, Cas and Mary couldn’t arrive in time. They were driving back to the bunker non stop, but they were still a day away. A shame, because they were the most important people on both of your lives and they weren’t there, and of course, help would be more than welcome now that you had… Three babies to take care of. Although they thought it was only two, you and Sam agreed that it would be fun to make a little surprise for them. 

“Finally home.” You said sighing relieved when you got out of the garage and Sam agreed. You were both really tired, you just needed a hot shower. With Sam’s help, you slowly walked towards your room, while he went to the babies’ room to put them on their cribs. For your luck, non of them woke up. 

“Hey…” He said with a small smile laying down on the bed next to you with the electronic nanny in his hands.  

“Hey there.” You said lazily putting your hand in his cheek while he circled your waist with his arm. Although your belly was still a little swollen, it was nice to be in Sam’s arms without a giant belly separating you two. 

“Want to take a shower?” He asked giving you a chaste kiss and you sighed tiredly.

“I really do, but I will wait until Dean arrives. I can’t leave you alone with those three.” You said with a small laugh and he agreed closing his eyes. 

“Try to sleep babe, if I need you I’ll wake you up.” He said kissing your forehead and getting out of the bed.

“Where are you going?” You asked already sleepy and fighting to keep your eyes open. 

“I will watch TV to keep me awake. Sleep darling, you need to rest.” He said and you agreed already entering a deep sleep.


“(Y/N)…” You heard Sam’s voice and felt his hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N)…” You slowly opened your eyes and saw him with Tom in his arms. A crying Tom. Okay, you had to get used to it. You sat up and he put Tom in your arms for you to feed him. 

“The others didn’t wake up?” You asked looking at the small person in your arms. 

“No…” He was interrupted by a loud noise, the bunker door. “Dean arrived.”

“Go greet them, they must be excited to see us.” You said and Sam agreed going out of the room. 

“What the heck…?” Sam whispered when he saw his brother, his mom and Cas walking down the stairs with giant bags of the baby store where your water broke. “What is all of this guys?” Sam asked laughing a little taking one bag from his mother arms. 

“I could ask you the same thing Sammy!” Dean exclaimed when he got down the stairs, throwing the bags on the table. “We got here and a truck was parked in front of the Bunker and they said this was all a present for you and (Y/N) because of what happened!” Dean said going up the stairs again to get more bags from the trunk.

“Holy crap.” Sam said laughing a little while Mary and Cas hugged him. 

“What happened in that store?” Mary asked.

“Oh, about that…” Sam said realizing that he just forgot to tell that detail. “(Y/N)’s water broke in the middle of the store.”

“Oh god” Mary said shocked.

“Yeah…” Sam said. “But now we got one hundred clothes from there, apparently.” 

“Where’s (Y/N)? I wanna see her.” Cas asked anxiously.

“In the room, Tom just woke up.” 

“Congratulations bro.” Dean said finally hugging Sam after he finished taking the others bags from the truck and Sam smiled. “But wait… Tom? I thought that you agreed on Jo and Ash.” 

Sam didn’t say anything, just smiled and lead his family to where you and Tom were. 

“They’re here.” Sam said to you when he entered and you smiled to everybody.

“Hey sweetheart….” Dean said entering your room, giving you a kiss on the forehead and running his finger through Tom’s head. “He’s beautiful…”

“So small…” Mary said hyptonized with her nephew in your arms. “Are you okay (Y/N)? The labor was rough?” 

“A little bit…” You said exchanging funny looks with your husband, they still didn’t know about the triplets. “But I’m okay now.” 

“He’s blessed (Y/N)” Cas said touching Tom’s head and giving you a sweet smile. “I’m glad we finally got to meet the babies.” 

“You want to meet Jo?” Sam asked and everybody nooded. “Let’s go then.”

“Give me Tom (Y/N), so you can take a shower.” Sam continued and you smiled putting your son in his arms, and Dean helped you to get up. They went to the babies room and Dean slowly opened the door. 

“Sam… why are there three cribs?” Cas asked confused and Sam opened a smile.

“Surprise!” You said appearing behind Sam, putting your hand in his back, and the three of them looked with eyes and mouth wide open towards you. 

“You’re kidding right?” Dean asked, slowly opening a smile. “Triplets?!” 

“We didn’t know either until labor.” You said struggling.

“And we decided to make a surprise for you guys.” Sam said and Mary started laughing looking with heart eyes at Ash and Jo.

“Three kids? Oh god, it’s going to be hard work.” Mary said. “And we’re going to help you guys in everything you need.” 

“They are adorable.” Dean said picking up Jo in his arms when she opened her eyes. Dean, as much as he denied it, was father material and everyone that saw him with a baby could see this. 

“Can I pick Ash?” Cas said and you nodded with a smile, showing him the right way to do it. But seconds later, he made a strange face leaving all of you confused.

“What’s up man?” Sam asked and he looked up at the both of you.

“I think he needs a new diaper.” Cas said and you all laughed. Yeah, he and the boys will need to learn how to change one diaper for now on. 

Or a lot of them.

Archie Andrews x Reader

Originally posted by jughead-thethird

I fall into a fit of laughter sprawling my body out onto Archie’s bed. we were sitting in he’s room practicing for our school concert when we took a short break to look through photos of us as little kids. Our parents had been friends since highschool so it was only a given that Archie and I would grow up to be the bestest of friends.

“Look at the hair!” Archie gawks pointing at my almost Afro like hairdo.

“Hey, don’t be mean, I have curly thick hair okay?” I push at his chest as he continues to laugh. “You can’t talk have you SEEN your insane freckles!” He goes silent and moves onto the next picture. “Hey I wasn’t done looking at that!” I complain trying to snatch the photo from his grasp.

“No!” he begs standing trying to get away from me only for me to jump onto his back and grabbing the photo before he throws me onto his bed trying to tear the photo from my grip.

“It’s mine, I wanna keep it, please!” I beg and he gives up, sticks his tongue out at me. “Hey at least your freckles have gone away, my curly gross hair is here to stay.” His face softens a little as he sits down next to me examining the photo of the two of us at ages 5.

“I think it’s pretty.”

I giggle and lean my head into his chest. “Awww Arch aren’t you cute,” I stand and walk over to his guitar perched on its stand. Glancing back Archie seems lost in his own mind, I sling the strap onto my back and walk back over to him grabbing his hands in my own.

“You good?“ He snaps out of his daze smiling up at me.

“Yeah, I’m fine… Hey I’m the one playing the guitar your the one who’s singing.” I sulk dropping my bottom lip.

“Can you try and teach me a little? You know how long of wouldn’t to learn how to play.” He drags his fingers through his red hair.

“Fine, fine, but you owe me,” he warns.

“Name your price.”

“Pop’s tonight, you treat,” he challenges wriggling his brows at me.

“Fine, fine, deal,” I stick my hand out shaking his before sitting myself on his bed cross legged, the instrument sitting nicely in my lap. I run my fingers across the strings tapping my palm against the wood.

“Hey, hey, please be careful with my baby.”

I scoff. “Hurry up and teach me something Archibald.”

He rolls his eyes dragging his hand down his face. “Please don’t call me that, you know I hate it!”

I giggle. “Don’t I know it.”

He fake laughs before standing behind me showing me how to hold and strum.

“Okay this is a lot harder to grasp than I thought,” I admit exhaling loudly.

“You almost got it just here,” he places his hands over my own to readjust my hold. I catch his features as pure concentration as his face gets closer and closer, I hold in my laugh trying to take it as serious as possible. I could feel his warm breathe tickling my neck distracting me from the words flowing from his mouth.

“(Y/n).” I jump slightly. “You okay?” I nod, my heart racing as he moves his hand to my waist stroking it soothingly.

“I was just off in my own little world,” I pause and he smiles softly at me glancing into my eyes. It grows silent. “Maybe I should leave the guitar playing to the professional,” I confess slipping the strap off and handing it to Archie.

“Maybe I liked teaching you,” he admits strumming a little.

“Don’t turn to mush on me now Andrews,” I sass masking my nervousness. My heart thumps out of my chest as I let my gaze lock with his.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something (Y/n),” he pauses swallowing. He looks anywhere but me.

“What?” I ask gently dipping my head so he was looking at me. “What?” I repeat shifting uncomfortably on his bed. “Did I do something wrong?” I panic slightly running my hands through my hair. His eyes grow wide shaking his head

“No, no, of course not,“ he almost yells. “I mean no you haven’t I just-”

I tuck a strand of hair behind me ear before turning to face him. “Are you going to tell me? We do still need to practice Arch the show case is tomorrow-”

“I know,” he finishes cheeks going red. “Can I try something?”

I furrow my brows shrugging slightly. “I mean, yeah…”

He sighs thankfully. “Okay can you close your eyes?”

“ARCHIBALD ANDREWS I SWEAR-” I was cut off with a warm pair of lips on my own. My hands shoot up to his neck as he’s go to my waist breaking away from me.

“Wow,” I exhale resting my forehead against his.

“You swear what?” He teases.

“I thought you were going to do something bad,” I blush looking to his lips than his face.

“Well, was it bad?”

I shake my head. “Definitely-” I pause kissing him again. “Not,” I whisper kissing him again. He smiles into the kiss and I can feel my heart bursting out of my chest

“I’m so glad that went well,” he giggles playing with my hair.

“Me too,“ I smile. “But Arch…” I pause looking at him with sad eyes, his smile drops horror etched onto his face. “I’m gay,” I say breatheless. It’s silent for awhile as I see the clogs turning in Archie’s head I decide to break the silence first by breaking out into laughter, his brows crease slightly confused at my actions “I GOT YOU GOOD RED!” I smirk getting up from his bed and do a little dance. “Oh you’re in for it now,” I squeal as I feel my feet leave the ground as Archie lifts me onto his bed pinning me down for a tickle war. “Stop, stop, stop, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I squeal thrashing around underneath him.

Archie’s door swings open his dad standing in the hall, embarrassment covers his features as he glances at myself pinned under his son.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!”

I giggle Archie jumping off me and meeting his dad at the door. “Uh hey dad,” he tries to act cool.

“Miss (y/l/n).”

I sit up. “Hey Fred,” I give him a small wave.

“Hope you two are behaving,” Fred warns glancing at the two of us.

“I speak for myself when I say I most certainly am,” I smile sweetly earning an eye roll from Archie. “Okay we’ll be careful-”

He glances at the both of us before focusing in on Archie. “Be very careful.”

“Dad!” Archie complains pushing him out the door and closing it.

“So is Archie Andrews got something against gay women?” I tease.

“You’re kidding, have you met our friends? I’m fine with gay!”

I stuck my tongue at him as he returns back to the bed and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Andrews.”

— 🌹


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Deaf Culture PSA

Today I was in Wal-Mart, doing my thing, buying groceries, the usual, when I bump into one of my friends from high school. We’re having a grand ol’ time catching up and whatnot when this lady by the dairy section (across from us) turns and just..stares.

Like, full on, “I’m at the zoo” stare. I catch her eye, smile, wave, whatever, thinking she would move along with her shopping, but it didn’t even faze the woman.

For those of you who don’t know me very well, I was born Deaf, and while I can read lips pretty well, I rely on sign language for most of my communication. My friend went to the same Deaf School as me, and also uses ASL- however, she has a cochlear, and can make out the jist of conversations.

For those of you who are interested in learning or are currently learning sign language, please come up and say hello! We totally understand if you’re a beginner, and would love to help further your skills. That being said, we aren’t a spectacle or a show. We’re normal people, like you, who just use a little different method to communicate. Please don’t stare at us like we’re this oddity, because quite frankly, we’re not.

There are a lot of people who get this, but it amazes me sometimes in this day and age that the Deaf community is treated this way by some. Take some time and study a little about Deaf culture, learn about my community, and remember that even if I can’t hear, I can still see you staring, and I can still feel like a second-class show.

anonymous asked:

So I am curious how River got her name. Like, I understand that in the game, her name basically comes from her job. However, since she is no longer the ferryman in this AU, I was curious where she got her name from. (Yeah, I am kind of curious to see river's parents + birthplace on the surface too. I am sure her parents might've had asgore's naming sensibilities). Also, Just wanted to mention that I love all the work you've put into the backstory and art! Its amazing!

River’s actual name isn’t just River. It’s River Delta (that is their full first name), and they were born in a little village a little bit away from Mount Ebott. They had a sibling named Phytotelma, so I guess their family had a trend of sorts. 

Outside of almost endless studies, inventing, and assisting both of their parents in the medical field, River spent most their time with their sibling. They were close, extremely so, and while Phy wasn’t as studious as River, they had the same endless energy and curiosity for the world. Both of them were young prodigies, but River had more ambition where Phy would rather play and chase butterflies. 

Did you know River wanted to work/study under or maybe even be the next “Royal Warlock” even back then? Ambitious little thing they were. 

And I know kid River is so cuuuute. We both want a million of them. 

~ Sol

She ran her fingers over the delicate stitching on the fabric. The gold thread shone in such a brilliant way that her eyes began to water. Off in the corner of her room she heard the sound of her kwami stirring.

“Marinette?” her soft voice called from her little bed.

Marinette didn’t say a word. She stared blankly down at the fabric as she read the embroidered words over and over again.

Baby Brother

Baby Brother

Baby Brother

How those words burned into her eyes.

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Yesssssss Christi. Here is an insert from an interview from 2012 where she supports her claim.

“Well, there was a casting put out – you know a casting company in LA that was looking for dance moms across the country; and I think that their concept was that they were going to have a few dance moms across the country that all came together at nationals and competed. And so, I answered the casting call and sent a photograph of myself and my daughter and I sent some flip videos in. You know I was sitting on my front porch and I was talking about how crazy my dance studio was — you know the moms and said that our little kids were really talented. So the producer kept calling me back and asked me could I send in anymore videos. And I said “sure!” I have a friend named Kelly, so I sent in videos of Kelly; and they said can you send in your daughter; I sent in videos of Chloe auditioning. Then he called me back a few days later and said could you ask your dance teacher to do something on film – can we see her? And I sent in a video of Abby approaching Chloe. Like I was part of “Dance Moms” from the very beginning.”

But Abby swears up and down that she created the show to make maddie a star. Abby is so ungrateful.

Originally posted by saywecanart

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Bedtime Stories.
  • Blue: Gansey!! Stop telling our kids stories about Welsh kings! They are not proper bedtime stories!
  • Gansey: .......okay
  • [some time later]
  • Ronan: Gansey! If you tell my daughter one more Welsh king story...I swear to God I will-
  • Gansey: But-
  • Adam: She gets really bad nightmares!
  • Gansey: ........okay
  • [sometime later]
  • Gansey: wait, you want more Welsh stories?? I would be happy to oblige! Just don't tell your mom or your dads....this is going to be our little secret.
  • Kids: *nod solemnly*
Chris Evans Request

Hey!! Would you be interested in writing a Chris Evans x Reader imagine? they have just moved in together and they decide to buy a German Shepherd puppy as a playmate for Dodger and they have a conversation about having kids together some day. I LOOOOOVE your writing btw!!

“I thought of something we need for the house,” your boyfriend Chris walked into your bathroom as you got ready.

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” You and Chris had been together for a year and a half and had moved into a house together a month ago.

“You’ll see,” he grinned. You finished getting ready quickly and hopped into the car with Chris. You looked around as he drove trying to figure out what store he was taking you to and what you were missing in your house. After 45 minutes he stopped the car and you looked around.

“Chris, where are we?”

“See that building over there,” he pointed. “That’s where we’re going.” When you looked you saw the German Shepherds shelter’s little sign flapping above the door.

“Stop it! We’re going to get a puppy?”

“We’ve been talking about it since before we bought the house,” he laughed. “I figured today would be a good day to do it.”

“Let’s go,” you yelled and jumped out of the door bouncing with joy.

“Hi, how can I help you,” the man greeted you and Chris.

“We’re looking for a puppy to add to our family,” Chris grinned.

“Are you looking for a specific gender?”

Chris looked at you. “I think a girl would be nice. Keep me from being outnumbered.”

“I think I have the perfect girl for you. Right this way,” the man waved you on back and lead you back through the kennels. He stopped suddenly in front of one of the kennels. “We just got her in last week. She was lost on the streets a couple cities over when we found her.”

You knelt down and looked at the little all black puppy that was curled up with her little toy.  Her sad eyes looked up at you and slowly her ears perked up and she lifted her head. “Hi girl.”

Chris knelt down by you wiggled a finger through the cage’s fence. The little puppy took her time in getting up and sniffed cautiously as she stepped towards you and Chris. She sniffed Chris and your hands through the kennel fence and went back to her toy. She picked up her pink stuffed animal, turned, and walked back towards you and Chris, setting the toy down in front of your feet on the other side of the kennel. “She’s perfect,” you looked up at Chris with eyes that mimicked her’s.

“We’ll take her,” Chris stood up and stook the worker’s hand. When the two of you got back in the car with your new addition to the family in your arms he asked what you wanted to name her.

“Bruin,” you grinned at the fluff ball. “Give her a Bostonian name.”

“I love it.”

That night the two of you watched as Dodger played and chased Bruin in the back yard. “Look at our little kids,” you leaned back into Chris.

“They’re pretty great.” you two watched in silence as the dogs played when Chris suddenly spoke up again. “When do you think we’ll have our own kids?”

“When do you want kids?”

“Like 9 months from now,” he laughed.

“Well I’ll cut you a deal,” you turned to him. “We get married and I’ll give you a kid 9 months from then.”

“Marry you, huh?”


“Better keep your eyes peeled then, Ms. Y/L/N. There might be a ring in your future.”

voltronsown  asked:

As it's Mother's Day in a few countries, would the voltron family celebrate it? Would they remember their original families or use it as a celebration with Keith and shiro?

nerdydisney said: Can you do a family au where the kids are giving Keith Mother’s Day presents? Please.

[The Voltron Family] It was a Sunday morning which meant—Mother’s Day. Keith was woken up when he felt someone—no, a lot of someone—were kissing him all over the face. He opened his eyes slowly and saw 4 pairs of eyes looking down at him, grinning like dorks. 

Shiro and the three kids: HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!
Keith: *confused* What? But I’m not a mommy though?
Shiro and the three kids: *laughs* 
Hunk: *hugs Keith and rests on his chest* S’okay, Daddy Keith. Even if you aren’t really a “mommy” you do feel like one.
Shiro, Lance and Pidge: *nods* That’s true. 
Keith: Awww, you guys. *sniffles*  I’m the Mom Dad.
Shiro: *laughs even harder* Oh my god. YES. 

They prepared Keith breakfast and he was very much touched since he would usually prepare it every morning. It felt nice to have a day off from breakfast duty. They called the mothers in Japan via Skype.

Shiro, Keith and the kids: *waves* Happy Mother’s Day!
Keith’s Mom: Oh my goodness. *laughs* Thank you, my loves. What are you planning for today?
Shiro: *takes over the screen and leans in* *whispers* I’m having a surprise for your son later.
Keith: *rolls eyes* I’m right here. Oh my god. 

Shiro, Keith and the kids: *waves* Happy Mother’s Day!
Shiro’s Mom: ABOUT TIME!! *wags finger* What time is it already there? It’s almost noon! And this is just when you remember me?
Three kids: *laughing* Granmama! It’s only 8am here!
Shiro: *face palms* Mom, please. Time zones remember?
Shiro’s Mom: I did not raise a son to talk back to me. *turns to Keith* Hello, to you, my pumpkin. Better knock some sense into that husband of yours.
Keith: *laughs* I will, Mom. And Happy Mother’s Day again.

Shiro insisted they all wear their formal tuxedos when they visit the graves of their children’s parents. Usually, the kids would get emotional when they visit, however this time around, they just held onto their daddies’ hands tighter while silently saying a prayer and a soft “Happy Mothers Day, Ma. I miss you.“

After their visit to the cemeteries, Shiro drove them to a fancy restaurant that had a dress code. 

Keith: *smirks* You sneaky. No wonder you were so adamant I wear my damn tuxedo. *laughs*
Shiro: *shrugs* What can I say? I love my men in tuxedos. *lifts Keith’s chin and plants a kiss on the lips*
Keith: I better be the only man in tuxedo that you love.
Shiro: *smirks* Possessive, aren’t you?

They entered the fancy lobby. Everything was either black and gold and honestly, it felt like the royals should be dining in there.

Receptionist: Do you have a reservation, Sir?
Shiro: *holding Keith’s hand* Table for 5 under Takashi Shirogane.
Receptionist: *checks* *smiles* Right this way. If you’ll follow me.
Lance: *tugs Shiro’s hand* *whispers* Daddy Shiro. Is the queen in here?
Shiro: *chuckles* No, buddy. She isn’t here.
Pidge: *looks around* *hums* Sounds fake but okay.
Hunk: What are we eating here anyway?
Shiro: It’s a buffet, Hunk. Basically everything you want that is being served. 
Keith: I’ve only heard of this place. Basically rich people resto with overpriced food. *looks at Shiro* You’re going all out, huh?
Shiro: It’s not everyday I splurge for my family. *smiles*

They got to their table and started going around to get food they wanted. Keith was helping Hunk balance out his plates because there were just so many he wanted to taste! Keith just smiled at his son and told him he could just go back again if he wanted more. There were some people who cooed at Pidge who was wearing a tux and she was pretty smug about it because she knew she looked good. Lance and Hunk were the same. There weren’t many kids in the place so they stood out a little bit. 

As soon as everyone was back in the table they started eating. After a while, Hunk called everyone’s attention in the whole restaurant by clinking his glass. Keith stopped eating, looking a bit worried as everyone looked at their table.

Keith: *whispers* Hunk, baby. Sit down!
Hunk: *smiles* *shakes head* *looks at Shiro to get a go signal* I’d like to make a toast to my Daddy Keith. For being so loving and always ready to give us the hugs and kisses we need.
Pidge: *joins Hunk* Who had always been there for us even if we were being naughty little kids. And for teaching us the beautiful Japanese language patiently.
Lance: *joins the two* For being so understanding and gentle with us. You may not be physically a mother, but you’ve shown us that you don’t need to be one to love us like one. 
Keith: *clasps his hand over his mouth* *teary eyed* 
Shiro: *stands up to join the kids* And to my husband, Keith.
Keith: Oh my god. *flushes* 
Shiro: I could never ask for a better partner in crime in raising our little kids. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met and until this very day, I still get emotional when you said “yes” to me. *looks around the resto* And by “yes” I meant him texting back to me that I could come over to his dorm so we could nap all afternoon back in college after finals week. 
Everyone in the resto: *laughs*
Keith: *covers his face while laughing* You are such a dork. Oh god.
Shiro: *smiles fondly at Keith* You’re the love of my life and I know I’m getting cheesier by the second but I do mean it, Keith. I don’t think I could ever love anyone more than you and our little family. *takes Keith’s hands that’s covering his face* *smiles at his husband*
Keith: *flustered* I hate you so much.
Shiro: I love you, too, sweetheart. *leans in and gives Keith a kiss on the lips*
Everyone at the resto: *claps* GO GET IT!
Three kids: *laughs* *hugs Keith*