startled baby

Cute & Sleepy Daddy
  • Baby: *getting ready to leave early in the morning*
  • Daddy: *sleeping*
  • Baby: Aww he's so cute. *whispers* Muah. I'm gonna miss him 💕
  • Daddy: Princess?
  • Baby, startled: Oh! Yes daddy?
  • Daddy: I love you.
  • Baby: *all smiley and little now* I love you too daddy. Why are you awake so early? Was I making too much noise? Did you set any alarm or something?
  • Daddy: No, I woke up naturally. I guess I just really wanted to see your cute face before you go.
  • Baby: Aww, well go back to sleep daddy. I'll be back, I promise. I love you.
  • Daddy: I love you too princess. Be good.

Bub

Rated: T

Pairing: You/Kiseok (Simon D) Genre: T

Word Count: 421 (Drabble)

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The loud cries of the baby startled Kiseok in the middle of his game. She rested on the baby pillow next to him on the couch with her binky long abandoned. A frown rested on her pouty lips and her cheeks extra rosy from the frustration starting to boil.

You had left for your Yoga class and baby Eojin was left in your husband’s care for 4 hours. To say you were worried would be an understatement. Eojin was only 3 months and you hadn’t left her side since you gave birth to her. Kiseok believed it was time for you to have a little mommy time and thus here you guys were. 35 minutes from home and from your baby. The whole yoga class all you could do was think about the two lights of your life.

Kiseok turned his attention away from the shooter game and looked down at his baby girl. She stared at him with wide, doey brown eyes that held that same fiery sass that yours did. Kiseok smiled thinking of you before he lifted the little girl into his arms and laid her on his chest. Seeing that his attention was off the game and on her, she smiled an almost smug smile.

Kiseok chuckled thinking to himself ‘Just like her mother’. The baby cooed and placed with the chains around his chest and Kiseok began to talk to her in a gentle tone. “That’s all you wanted huh bub? You only wanted your daddy.” Eojin looked up at him with a gummy smile and continued to coo.

Soon after you walked through the door of the house excitedly and kicked off your shoes. You placed your duffel bag next to the laundry room door and did everything but walk to the living room. You smiled happily upon seeing your husband and daughter playing and smiling at each other. You sat on the couch next to Kiseok and he smiled at you, giving you a quick peck. Eojin bounced excitedly in his lap and reached out to you and you happily took her.

You placed small quick kisses all over her face, to which she did her baby screams with a smile on her face. Kiseok wrapped his arm around you waist and brought you to his chest and kissed behind your ear.

“I love you baby girl and I love you too bub” he said while gently poking Eojin’s nose. She frowned at him and both of you chuckled. She was definitely the cutest.

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Requested~

Seokjin: *startled af*

“Baby!”

Originally posted by vubbletae

Yoongi:

“I’m not objecting,”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Hoseok: *tease*

“Is this what you want?”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Namjoon:

“I’m so ready,”

Originally posted by vubbletae

Jimin:

“You wish honey,”

Originally posted by am-the-cutest

Taehyung:

“My baby’s so dirty,”

Originally posted by btsfunboyz

Jungkook: *panic mode*

“Shit,”

Originally posted by baebsaes

Hazards of listening to the Tarzan musical while considering the idea of Baby!Galra!Keith:

What if either his parents or (borrowing the idea from those exceedingly amusing Grandpa Zarkon doodles I keep seeing) an enemy of the emperor snatched wee baby Keith and packed him off in a rocket, Kal-El style? And he lands on a secluded beach in Japan where a small family was enjoying a peaceful afternoon.

A woman swims out to the sinking rocket and retrieves a capsule from inside. Once back on shore, aided by her sister and brother-in-law, she pries it open to discover a startled purple baby inside.
Her sister tries to think of something nice to say.

“Hana, he looks…he looks so…”

Her four year old son abruptly interjects an opinion of his own. “He’s freaky-lookin’, okay? That’s what he is!”

“Takeshi, don’t be rude!” his father admonishes, but he looks just as concerned.

As soon as Hana picks up the tiny baby, his catlike ears melt down into little round human ears, and his skin pales to match hers to the surprise of them all.

“Coooool!” Takeshi whispers. “Whatcha gonna call it, Auntie Hana?”

“I’m going to call him Keith,” she replies. Takeshi wrinkles his nose, clearly disapproving.

“Well, okay,” he says incredulously, “He’s your baby.”

Hana Kogane and her sister spend the rest of the afternoon trying to come up with a convincing cover story for Takeshi suddenly having a cousin. Within a few weeks, Takeshi has forgotten Keith was ever purple.

Until about twenty years later, that is, when the topic of mothers comes up and Shiro and Keith both take a moment to miss Hana.

Originally posted by neverland-789

anonymous asked:

Can you write a tyxreader where the reader wakes up cause they hear ty groaning and fidgeting in his sleep and they realize that he's having a wet dream about them when he says their name in his sleep so they wake him up to help him but he gets all embarrassed?

you don’t want to do anything without his permission, even though he’s twitching and fisting the covers, thin sheet caught around his middle, where his cock tents them above his boxers.

you wrap an arm around his belly, feel his warm skin flutter against your elbow. “ty?” your voice is light, not wanting to startle him. “ty, baby, wake up.”

“ah,” he says, and you can see his eyes fluttering where you’ve pillowed your chin on his shoulder. he groans your name and rubs at one eye, glancing down past your arm. “i…oh, gosh…i’m-”

“it’s okay, ty. i’m here.” under the covers, you slip a leg over his, rutting your knee into the soft flesh of his inner thigh, just below where his boxers end.

“nnh,” is tyler’s response, as he rolls and curls onto his side away from you, leaving you to spoon behind him. “please. this is embarrassing.”

you can’t help but laugh, though not unkindly. you hook your chin over his arm, watch where he’s palming the bulge in his now-exposed boxers. “why is it embarrassing?”

“b-because i’m not a teenager anymore,” he whines. “this shouldn’t be happening.”

“ty, honey. adults have wet dreams all the time. it’s normal, okay?”

as you urge him back down beside you, he gives a full-blown whimper and clings to your shoulder with one hand, the other still between his legs, just petting. “was about you.”

“i know.” slowly, carefully, you urge his hand away from the tent in his boxers and slip your fingers inside. “i heard.”

“y-you heard? a-ah, fuck…” his eyes flutter once more, like fine moth wings against his cheeks, when you wrap your fingers around him. he throbs against your hand.

“mhm. you were saying my name.” you sigh across his bare chest, fingers climbing his cock to the head, where he’s wet. “sounded beautiful with that gorgeous voice of yours.”

New Born Baby (McGee)

Originally posted by chattymissy

-Requested by anon

-Prompt description: The team meets you and McGee’s newborn baby..

Your finger gently rubbed the soft skin of yours and McGee’s baby boy. He had McGee’s eyes that sparkled when ever he looked at your or his father. McGee gently rocked the baby back and forth and hummed while only a minute ago he was shaking because he was so nervous to hold him.

“Y/N?” McGee’s voice was gentle trying not to startle the new born baby.

“Should we let them in?” McGee asked handing you back your child. You nodded to McGee and he left without another word to grab the team.

Abby was the first to run in with Gibbs, Tony, and Bishop following behind.

“Aw! He is so cute!” Abby whispered yelled.

“Want to hold him?” You questioned.

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Welp I finally drew her Naga form! I’m still playing around with the colors and such and I might change her tail a bit but so far I really like how this came out! She big in this form too (ovo) 26 and a half feet long and seven feet wide to be exact lol Giant snake that looks scary is actually a big baby and wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Warning: Do not startle the baby while she’s asleep in her Naga form. She might accidentally bite you, and you really don’t want those chompers to sink into your skin.

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bones summer hiatus rewatch2x18: the killer in the concrete
“There’s, uh, this old song. It’s called ‘Keep on Trying’”.

They take after Mom
  • Saitama: *paying for groceries at market with tiny genoses gathered around him hanging onto the bottom edge of his hoodie*
  • Checkout lady: Aww, they're adorable. They all look so a like. I have never seen so many identical siblings.
  • Saitama: Hm? Oh yeah, they all kind of came out in one swoop. It took a long time to make them I guess.
  • checkout lady: ...
  • Saitama: ...... so how much do I owe?
San Francisco - Luke

She took one last sip from the champagne bottle that had been sitting in an ice bucket on the dresser. She felt the cold liquid going down her throat, and for a moment stared at her reflection in the mirror. She groaned at the sight if herself all dressed up and ready to pretend she was someone far more perfect than she was. It was all fake smiles and small talk at these kinds of things and she despised every second of it. She wondered how, again, she landed herself in this situation. Then she remembered she had no choice. She slipped on her heals and the door to the hotel room swung open, the voice that followed startled her.

“Baby” he said and she felt herself cringe. He was taking this thing way too far.

She looked up at him, straightening out her dress while examining the expression on his face. He took a step further into the room lifting the bottle out of the ice bucket to see the damage. Empty.

“Are you seriously drunk right now?” he scolded her.

She only glared back at him before walking towards the door. Even the sound of his voice made her blood boil. She couldn’t stand him.

“We’re trying to keep up appearances and you’re fucking drunk. This has to be a joke.”

She swung her head around to face him as she stood in the doorway, “Do I seem drunk to you?” she snapped, “Would you have even known I was drinking had you not walked in here and found the bottle?”

He narrowed his eyes, “One night, you can’t behave for one fucking night!”

She burst out laughing, she didn’t care enough to argue with him, “Behave?” she continued laughing, “You want me to behave? Don’t pretend like you have any kind of authority over me Aaron,” she choked back her laughter finally.

He turned his head to look at the table in the corner of the room, “You’re high too?” he growled, “How the fuck am I supposed to take a girl who is out of her skull to a charity gala?”  

She shrugged her shoulders, a smirk on her face. “Guess you’re going to have to figure it out pretty quickly.” She said before heading towards the elevator.

He caught up immediately, bringing his mouth close to her ear, “This is all because HE is going to be there isn’t it?” he hissed through gritted teeth.

She pressed her lips together, holding back her rage, holding back every profanity she had in mind to scream in his face. It was because he wasn’t wrong, that might have been what made her angry the most.

The elevator dinged as is descended each floor. She took deep breaths to prepare herself, even though she knew nothing could. As the elevator began to slow she unclenched the tight fist her hand had been in, stretching her fingers once before sliding her palm into his, just in time for the door to open.

Voices called both of their names in every direction. As the bright flashes of the cameras went off she wore her fake smile and pretended to adore her fake boyfriend. This was her life, fake.

Young girls loved Aaron, granted he wasn’t horrible to look at. They stood outside the hotel lined up alongside red ropes screaming either his or her name, sometimes even a combination of the two. It was hard sometimes, to be so positive for these girls, they were her biggest ‘fans’ but she had never done anything to deserve them. Just the word ‘fans’ made her cringe. She had no claim to fame, only a rich daddy and a pretend boyfriend with a perfect face who aimed to please.

She felt his arm wrap around her. She felt his lips against her cheek. She was just going through the motions, what she was expected to do to keep up appearances. He opened the door for her when they reached their limo and she turned to flash one last forced smile and pathetic wave.

She slid across the seat to the opposite door so she was far away from him. She noticed him check himself in the mirror out of the corner of her eye. She wasn’t exactly sure how someone could be so obsessed with himself.

He reached over for her hand, “You did good out there baby,” he smiled in her direction but she wouldn’t even look his way. She slid her hand out of his; he always seemed to forget that this wasn’t real.

She watched as the city lights flashed by out the window. She thought about this contrived love she was a part of. She though of every carefully calculated moment, all the days she’d played pretend. She thought of the love she left behind. The one that was as real as it could be, the love she had that was authentic and natural. It tortured her.

………

She stood wrapped in Aarons arms, playing her part as he spoke to a group of his friends. She smiled and laughed at their small talk and stupid jokes. She told their girlfriends who had designed her dress for her and showed of the diamond tennis bracelet Aaron had bought her for their fake anniversary.

She twisted her glass in her hand, taking small sips of the liquid inside. Aaron had given her water with a lime, which she had quickly exchanged for vodka when he wasn’t looking. He was insane if he thought she wouldn’t be taking the edge off.

Her eyes scanned the room over and over as she searched for him. She didn’t want to see him, or maybe she didn’t want him to see her. Not like this. There were crowds of people mingling around the cocktail area but he didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight. She glanced at the giant decorative clock on the wall, she had already been there for an hour and the ceremony would be starting soon. Relief washed over her. He wasn’t coming. She relaxed for the first time that night. She should have known they wouldn’t be showing up, this wasn’t exactly their scene.

She exhaled deeply and felt Aaron’s eyes on her, “You okay baby?” he asked in a loving voice. She smiled and nodded, “Yea,” she said softly before giving him a quick peck on his lips.

Soon after they were ushered to their table right up front. She sat along side some people she had recognized and some she did not. They all seemed to know her, though. She looked up at the stage before them as the lights began to dim and a man in a tuxedo emerged from the curtains. He greeted everyone kindly and welcomed them to the event. He thanked the crowd for their generous donations and said he would be announcing the night’s totals at the end of the ceremony.

“Before boring you all with the technical stuff,” the man joked, “we have a few musical guests here to perform as tribute to this great cause.” The man smiles as he name-drops all the artists he has backstage, “And without further ado, our first performance from one of the biggest bands in the world right now! If you don’t recognize them you’re out way past your bedtime…that means you grandma.”  The man chuckles into the mic before stepping off the stage.

……….

The curtains part and there he is, standing center stage. Her heart begins to pound and she looks down at her hands quickly. She prays that he can’t see her, that the lighting over the crowd is too dark for him to see anyone from the stage.

She feels her chair slide slowly in Aaron’s direction. She realized he was pulling her closer, reaching his arm across her shoulders. She knew what he was doing.

She tried her hardest not to look up; she didn’t think she could bear it.

“Remember that weekend, when we got out of town?” She heard his voice and her eyes darted up immediately with no control. They locked with his and her breath hitched.

“Drove into infinity, held you ‘til you fell asleep…Without you, the smell of your perfume…Reminds me of when we were free, I swear that it’s still haunting me”

He didn’t look away from her, not once, and she couldn’t breath.

She felt Aaron squeeze her shoulder…he must have notice too. She finally snapped out of her trance long enough to look away. As the song begins to end she slides her chair back, standing from the table before the lights go up. She sees Aaron shoot her a glare out of the corner of his eye but she ignores his disapproval. “I need some air,” she tells him quietly grabbing her clutch and walking away before he has time to react.

She heads for an exit, only stopping to grab a rocks glass of whiskey off a waiter’s tray on her way.

She pushes through double doors that lead out to a balcony. She exhales deeply, releasing the breath she hadn’t even noticed she was holding. She walks slowly over to the banister and looks out over the city, noticing the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. She doesn’t know why, but the sight of it, of all things, makes her want to break down. But she can’t, so instead she brings the glass to her lips and takes a long sip of the brown liquid.

She stood there for a while, for as long as she could possibly get away with. When she heard the doors open behind her, she takes her last sip and turns around slowly. She knew Aaron would be dragging her back inside.

The glass fell from her hand when she saw him, shattering on the ground. He gazed down at it then back up into her eyes. His blue eyes hadn’t changed, neither had his smile.

"So, how long are you going to hide out here?"  He asked nonchalantly.

She stuttered for a moment, still recovering from the disbelief that he was standing in front of her.

"Forever if I could,” she shrugged, “so how did they convince you to put on a tie?”

He reached up for it, loosening it around his neck and undoing the top button of his shirt self-consciously. “Look pretty stupid don’t I?” He smirked before glancing down.

“I wouldn’t say so,” she reassured him reaching out to give the tie a gentle tug, “I’m just not used to it.”

He grasped her hand before she could pull it back, looking down at her wrist. “That’s a nice bracelet.” She was almost too distracted by his hand touching hers to notice what he had said. When it clicked, she pulled her arm back, subconsciously covering the bracelet with her other hand.

“Thanks,” she said quietly looking down at her feet. There was an awkward silence for a moment and she hated it.

“So…have you heard the album?” he broke the silence.

She bit her bottom lip, feeling slightly guilty, “I haven’t,” she answered, “I tried to listen to it once…”

“It was that bad?” he interrupted jokingly.

She smiled for a second before becoming serious again, “No…it’s just…it was just…it’s just hard to hear your voice,” she admitted.

“Oh,” he sounded let down but not surprised.

“I googled all the lyrics, though” she added quickly, “and that song, the one you played tonight…”

"I thought you might like it,” he interrupted her, the corner of his lips turning up as he looked into her eyes.

She knew what he was talking about; the lyrics weren’t just a coincidence. He had brought her to San Francisco once, not intentionally though. They didn’t even realize they had been driving for hours until they saw the bridge.

“Luke, did you know I was going to be here tonight?” she asked abruptly.

He shrugged his shoulders then smiled, “how do you think they got me to put on the tie?”

She couldn’t help but laugh and felt her heart skip a beat. He was still the same. He took a step closer to her and she didn’t move. He looked down at her, deeply into her eyes only before shaking his head and looking away.

“What are you doing with that douche?” he exhaled, and reality came crashing down on her. She was at a loss for words. “I just don’t get it,” he continued shaking his head, refusing to look at her, “I thought I didn’t deserve you, but that guy? You moved on to that guy?” Her heart ached with each of his words. “What are you doing y/n? Because I just don’t get it.”

She tried to speak but couldn’t, she looked out over the city. “It’s complicated,” she finally mumbled.

“Ha, it must be,” he laughed sarcastically. She pressed her lips together staring back at him; she knew she couldn’t say anymore.

“I thought you must have lost your mind,” he continued, “that you must have gone insane, that’s the only answer I could think of because there doesn’t seem to be any other logical reason in the world for you to be with a guy like that.”

“Maybe I am insane,” she whispered.

“No,’ he shook his head, “You’re not… you’re here and you’re still perfect, so it must be something else. But what Y/N, what is it?”

“I can’t tell you,” she snapped.

“What? Why?” he pressed.

“We can’t have this conversation,” she defended and he could see in her eyes that something wasn’t right.

“WHY?” he pleaded reaching out for her waist, he pulled her in closer.

She removed his hand, taking a step back to distance herself from him, “Because I’m still in love with you Luke,” she finally broke, “But I have to be with him, Okay? So we can’t talk about this, okay?” she couldn’t stop herself, “because I think about you every single fucking day and just the thought of him touching me makes me shudder because he’s not you…but I’m stuck and there’s nothing more to say about it…we’re not having this conversation,” she confirmed again, more for herself than him.  

He was speechless. He watched her as she began to back away towards the doors.

“I…I have to go,” she told him as she walked back into her make believe world.


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Theo was only 9 months at the time of filming, and the director said that like any film that uses baby or infant actors, they needed to have backups on set just in case. But that is indeed a Lawrence you see in the film. “We had multiples just in case,” he said. “Because what we really wanted to do is have a baby asleep, then we wanted the baby to startle awake as if it was having a nightmare, and be able to get shushed. So we timed the shooting with her and the baby to his naptime.” It worked.

As for if these youngsters have what it takes to become stars like their Oscar-winning aunt, Francis Lawrence was complimentary, but noncommittal: “Hard to tell on the young one — he was only 9 months old. But he did great,” he said. “And Bear… he did great, too. He’s charismatic.

Let me tell you about my Little Swedish Loon, Jonas Brodin

(x)

The first thing that you need to know about Jonas is that he is just precious. Like, he’s just this skinny, awkward defenseman and I adore him. Just listen to this giggle snort. I maintain that he is an awkward loon, but I could see the argument for startled baby deer. 

Right?

Look at baby Jonas. (x)

So precious. So awkward. (x)

What is even happening here?! (I’m assuming it’s from his days in Houston?) (x)

Anywho, moving on to other things it’s important to know about JoBro. 

 He loves food. A lot. 

He’s seriously always talking about food. (x)

Also, he and Matt Dumba are broooooos.

I love it. 

His first concert was T-Swift and he really wants to see the Biebs. (x)

Also, he’s really good at hockey. Obviously. They had been talking about him being on Team Sweden for Sochi, but he wasn’t. Super pumped for him to be on the team in 2018, though. 

He’s there to protect his goalie (x, x)

And he can score. (This is his first NHL goal awww)

Top shelf ayyyyy (x)

And let’s not forget that he’s being mentored by RYAN SUTER. Like, they get paired together all the time. THEY GOT THE MUMPS TOGETHER. Kid is going to be a star. (x)

(x) So, yeah. Jonas Brodin. Little Swedish Loon of my heart. 

First Born

Originally posted by alionaw

Imagine; Coming home for the first time after giving birth to your and Dean’s first little one.

“She looks just like you,” Dean whispers, not wanting to startle the baby.

“Acts like me too.” You point out. Dean turns and gives you a questioning look. “She looks at you like you are the center of her world.”

Dean smiles down to the baby, thinking to himself that he never wants that look to ever leave his baby girls eyes.