the ugly little boy

PD101 S2: Finale Concert, Day 2

PERFORMANCE

Intro Pick Me: (1) (2) (3: Part 1, Part 2)

10 out of 10: (1)
Be Mine: (1) (2)
Boy in Love: (1)
Sorry Sorry: (1) (2) (3)

Spring Day: (1)
Downpour: (1)
Shape of You: (1) (2)

Oh Little Girl: (1) (2)
I Know You Know: (1)
Showtime: (1)
Open up: (1) (2) (3)
Never: (1)

Always: (1) (2)

Ending Pick Me: (1) (2)
Encore: (1)

VCRs

Dark Past VCR: (1)
Boyfriend VCR: (1)
Daniel VCR: (1)

OTHER

Sorry Sorry Ment: (1)
Final Ment: (1)

End Greeting: (1) (2)
Hi-Touch: (1)

INDIVIDUAL FANCAMS

Kang Daniel: (Intro Pick Me: 12) (Sorry Sorry: 1) (Get Ugly: 1) (Open Up: 1, 2, 3, 4) (Hands on Me: 1) (Always: 1) (Ending Pick Me: 1) (End Greeting: 1)
Park Jihoon: (Intro Pick Me: 1, 2) (Boy in Love: 1) (Get Ugly: 1) (Oh Little Girl: 1) (Hands on Me: 1) (Always: 1) (Ending Pick Me: 1, 2) (Encore: 1) (End Greeting: 1)
Lee Daehwi: (Super Hot: 1) (Encore: 1, 2)
Kim Jaehwan: (Intro Pick Me: 1) (Sorry Sorry: 1) (Downpour: 1) (Vocal Team Ment: 1) (Never: 1) (Hands on Me: 1) (Always: 1) (Ending Pick Me: 1)
Lai Guanlin: (Encore: 1)
Park Woojin: (10 out of 10: 1) (Get Ugly: 12, 3) (Never: 1, 2, 3) (Hands on Me: 1, 2, 34) (Ending Pick Me: 1, 2)
Hwang Minhyun: (Intro Pick Me: 1) (Never: 1) (Hands on Me: 1) (Ending Pick Me: 1) (Encore: 1)

Im Youngmin: (Super Hot: 1, 2) (Always: 1, 2)
Jung Sewoon: (Be Mine: 1) (Oh Little Girl: 1) (Hands on Me: 1)
Kang Dongho: (Open Up: 1) (Ending Pick Me: 1)
Kim Donghan: (Shape of You: 1)
Kim Donghyun: (I Know You Know: 1) (IKYK Ment: 1)
Kim Jonhyun: (Ending Pick Me: 1) (Encore: 1)
Park Woodam: (If It is You: 1)
Kim Yehyun: (Always: 1)
Yoo Seonho: (End Greeting: 1)
Takada Kenta: (Spring Day: 1)

Kim Jaehwan, Jung Sewoon: (Encore: 1)
Hwang Minhyun, Yoo Seonho, Kwon Hyunbin: (Encore: 1)

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I’m seeing so many girls getting crushed over ugly little boys and I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT.
PSA that everybody needs to hear:

He will not matter in 3 years.

He honestly doesn’t even matter right now. But I know it feels like he does.

He isn’t worth changing yourself for.

He isn’t worth doing something that you don’t want to do.

His happiness is NOT more important than yours. His decisions DO NOT weigh more than yours. His opinions ARE NOT worth more than yours.

Don’t wait for that call. Don’t wait for that text back. Don’t agonize over him being online or offline.

Wipe your tears. Pick up your crown. Wing your damn eyeliner and listen to some damn Rihanna and STOP LETTING A CRUSTY BOY MAKE YOU BELIEVE YOU ARE ANYTHING LESS THAN A FUCKING GODDESS. I PROMISE YOU, 100%, HE IS N O T W O R T H I T.

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Well, I know you’re paranoid and broken, haven’t trusted anyone since you were a little boy. And you’re still acting like that little boy, making up ugly stories about people because you’re scared of anyone actually getting to know you. So you blame me for the mess that’s been in your head since the day you were born!

INTRO TO WANNA ONE: PARK JIHOON

PARK JIHOON

Label: Maroo Entertainment (with the others SUPPORT & LOVE THEM TOO )

  • Born: May 29th, 1999 // 18/19 years old // Maknae line
  • Astrological Zodiac Sign: Gemini
  • Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rabbit
  • Height: 173cm or 5 feet 7 inches
  • Blood Type: AB
  • Position: Lead dancer, sub-vocals, sub-rapper #ALL ROUNDER TOO #THEY FORGOT 1/11 OF THE VISUALS

Final Rank #2

Grade: C → B

WINK BOY

STAYED #1 FOR A WHILE BECAUSE OF THIS (I honestly wasn’t affected by this at first & at first I didn’t understand the hype about him, so idk how I became to stan him. I don’t know how I got here. I was attacked somewhere in between the episodes)

HERE’S SOME MORE B/C I CANT GET ENOUGH

#KING OF CATCH PHRASES LITERALLY “Self made aegyo catchphrase "save you in my heart” “nae maeum soge jeojang” became famous (probably forever his most iconic catchphrase) leading to companies using the phrase for marketing purposes. Jihoon started receiving offers from companies to become their advertisement model while the show was still being aired as everything either worn or used by him became sold-out.” ← NOT EVEN A LIE

Jeojang ft. that weird ass neck pillow hoodie that was sold out. Cross my heart it was sold out. NOT BECAUSE I TRIED BUYING IT OKAY 

Literally everyone at least knows this catch phrase

He even has another one!  “Googoogaga

HE OOZES OUT AGEYO

BUT GETS EMBARRASSED AF OF HIS OWN AGEYO

HE CUTE BUT HE CAN BE RUDE AF DON’T UNDERESTIMATE HIM

GET UGLY PERFORMANCE

Oh Little Girl Performance 

Boys in Luv performance 

(He touches his hair a lot too) #Habits

BONUS: SEXY INTENSE JEOJANG~

HANDS ON ME PERFORMANCE (WATCH IT

Named top visual by PD101s2 trainees (Fixed Pick)

CAN YOU TELL

NO BUT REALLY VISUALS

Considered to have terrible fashion tho lol 

Yeah the glasses need to go 

HIS SHIRT IS LITERALLY SEWN TOGETHER. It’s not that bad

I actually like this outfit tho

THHIIICCCCCCCC (??)

LIL BOY IS WISHING ON ABS (We’re the same age butttt NOOOOO IM NOT READDDYYYY P.S. I love his tummy)

Popping & Wacking (He’s also knows House too) 

A living pokemon: Jigglepuff

Common Ships: 

WINKDEEP // Park Jihoon x Bae Jinyoung

They literally just put their nicknames together and BAM Winkdeep was born (People also use HoonBae but I personally like WinkDeep better)

PANWINK // Lai Guanlin x Park JIhoon 

(Can you believe I forgot this ship existed) Here’s another 

2PARK // Park Woojin x Park JIhoon 

BONUS ALL FOUR (I swear that’s the back of Park Woojin’s head)

Extra fun facts: 

  • He used to be a trainee at both SM Entertainment and Fantagio
  • He doesn’t like being scolded
  • His specialties, according to him, is being cute
  • He was also a child actor and have been active (in general?) since 2006  YES THAT’S HIM. (OMFG IM SO SOFT. I DON’T EVER WANT TO SEE HIM CRY)

He even cried in front of Big Bang

And that has been INTRO TO WANNA ONE: PARK JIHOON edition. LOVE HIM. SUPPORT HIM.

Most of these gifs I created and some pics&gifs are not mine! They belong to their respective owners.

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This scene. It’s not only heart-breaking because *ugly sobs comprehensible only by the fandom*. It actually finally gave me something that’s been hinted on but almost never touched upon till season 5. 

I liked that in the novel Norman had this third personality, the Boy Norman, let’s put it, born out of childhood traumas and everything. It just explained so perfectly his humbleness and inability to stand up to Mother, his obedience and dread, the impulses to sit by her burying face in her dress as opposed to his harsh resistance and otherwise full awareness of actions he had to take to keep Her a secret. He was just a little boy at times, and mother knew best. 

Guys. The lost little boy came home. Norman came home. 

*ugly sobs comprehensible only by the fandom*

Too Forgiving

I’m in the mood for something a little angsty and a little fluffy. Who better to be in a angsty/ fluffy fic than Draco Malfoy. Hope you guys like it! 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Muggle Born! Reader 

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Swearing 


You bounded up to Draco after dinner, ginning like a little kid at the thought of spending time with your boyfriend. As you reached him, you hugged his arm, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; this time something was off. You knew something had been bothering him for weeks now, but you just couldn’t put your finger on what and he wouldn’t tell you. He jerked his arm out of your grip. Pouting, you tipped your head to the side. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Get your filthy hands off me, (L/N),” He growled. You flinched, not expecting that response. Your (E/C) eyes widened as you looked at him. God, he didn’t look right. The shadows under his eyes said that he hadn’t gotten anywhere near enough sleep. 

“Dray, are you alright?” You asked, stepping closer to him. He pulled away from you again. 

“Are you deaf? Get the hell away from me,” He snapped. You let your outstretched hands drop to your sides. You stared at him, wishing you knew what he was so worked up about. You began to rack your brain for anything you’d done that could have upset him like this. Nothing came up. 

“Woah, calm down, love. Tell me what’s wrong,” You said, trying to stay patient with him. 

“You. Now sod off, (L/N).” You blinked at him, confused. What exactly had you done? He turned and began to sweep away. For lack of a better idea, you grabbed his hand. Turning back to you, he barely paid any attention to you, instead focusing on his hand with a look of mild disgust. 

“First of all, don’t talk to me like that. Second, what did I do?” His grey eyes found your (E/C) ones, turning to steel the second they met. You winced at the sight. 

“I do as I please,” He said, throwing on a mask of cool indifference. God, that riled you up a bit. Your temper flared. 

“Draco Malfoy, I am your girlfriend. I demand to know what’s got you acting like such a prick,” You snarled, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“No, (L/N), you’re not,” He sighed, throwing you a pitying look. You raised an eyebrow. This was coming from the man who, just this morning, told you that he loved you no matter what. 

“Since when?” You asked. That took the wind out of your sails. 

“I would never disgrace the Malfoy family name by dating a talentless, classless, simple, grotesque, little mudblood. Much less loving one,” He purred. A sick smirk graced his face, the face you fell in love with. Tears sprung in your eyes and your hands began to shake. 

There was that word. That nasty, ugly, terrible word. Mudblood. That wasn’t a name he’d ever called you, no matter how bad the fight got (and you fought regularly enough). Other’s had called you that awful name, but you didn’t care about them. Draco was the only person it killed you to hear such a thing drop from his lips. The lips you’d kissed so many times. The lips that claimed they loved you so many times. You worked your jaw and clenched your shaking fists fishing for something, anything, to say. Nothing except for a ragged sob came out. 

Turning on your heal, you tore towards the Gryffindor dorms as quickly as you could. As you ran, you shot past the Golden Trio. They yelled for you to stop, but you didn’t, you couldn’t, your legs wouldn’t let you. Faintly, you heard them running after you. You didn’t want them to run after you; you wanted him. Finally, when you reach the dorm, you slammed the door, locked it, and then allowed your legs to give out under you. Sliding down against the door, you let yourself sob pathetically. 


“Let me in, (Y/N),” Hermione begged. It had been over an hour since you locked yourself in the dorms with no explanation, though you were sure they knew it had something to do with Draco. You made no move to open the door. You really weren’t up to an ‘I told you so’ speech from her. Part of your brain scolded you for thinking she would do that, another part offering to allow yourself to sink into the pain of what had happened.  

“Go away, ‘Mione,” You sobbed, miserably. 

“Whatever that git did to make you cry, I’ll kill him for it,” Harry said with fire in his voice. You were sure that it was meant to make you feel better. It didn’t. 

“Maybe she shouldn’t have dated Malfoy in the first place.” Thump. “I’m just sayin’.” Ron with as impeccable timing as ever. Despite the fact that he was just trying to help, you wanted to smack him in the mouth. 

“Come on, (Y/N). You’ll have to open the door at some point, the rest of the girls have to sleep in there, you know,” Hermione said, softly. 

“Please just leave me alone,” You cried, burying your head in your arms. Soft muttering came from just outside the door for a moment. 

“Alohomora,” She whispered. The door unlocked with a soft click and the trio stepped inside. Finding you on the floor, they shared a look then picked up, moving you to a bed. Hermione’s bed because it was closest. 

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t cry over, Malfoy. He’s not worth it,” Harry said, putting his arm around you. You sucked in a deep breath and sobbed again. Ron leaned over, offering you a pumpkin pasty. Leave it to a Weasley to go straight to food in order to comfort someone, not that you turned it down. 

“You said that to Hermione once; she at least got to punch him in the face,” You said, rubbing your eyes. 

“What the bloody hell happened anyway?” Ron asked as you ate the treat. You sniffled, Hermione offering you a tissue. 

“He broke up with me,” You said, shakily. The boys threw each other a slightly confused look. Hermione waited, knowing there would be more. You couldn’t seem to get the rest of the words out. 

“And?” She prodded softly, lest you start crying again. 

“He told me that he’d never disgrace the Malfoy’s by dating a talentless, classless, stupid, ugly, little mudblood,” You whispered, not wanting to believe that the blond boy you loved so much would actually say that. 

“He said what!! Oh, I’ll hex him into the next dimension!” Hermione fumed, grabbing her wand. You touched her arm, shaking your head. 

“Don’t. Please don’t.” They all stared at you as if you’d grown a second head. 

“What do you mean ‘don’t’? (Y/N), he called you…” Ron seethed, standing next to Hermione.  

“I know what he called me!” You yelled. Ron dropped back down to where he was sitting as Harry and Hermione watched you cautiously. You looked down at your hands which resided in your lap. “Sorry. I suppose I don’t feel quite myself.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Ron said, patting your knee. 

“You should get some sleep,” Harry said, rubbing your shoulder. You nodded, numbly. You felt all cried out, all yelled out, as if your insides had been scooped out with a spoon. 

“We’ll be in the Common Room if you need us,” Hermione said. You nodded, slipping into bed. 

“Goodnight,” You muttered. A chorus of goodnights rang back.


It was nearly two in the morning and you still couldn’t sleep. You were still hurting over what had happened and still concerned about Draco. The way he looked just didn’t seem right to you. You pictured his face. Angular, too angular, like he’d lost weight and you could fit your entire wardrobe into the bags under his eyes. His eyes. They were dull, yet oddly frantic. The usual cool silver of them had been replaced by a hollow grey. There was no way you could sleep with all of this bouncing around in your mind. 

Sighing, you got out of bed and made your way to the astronomy tower. You always went there to think. Funnily enough, this is where you met Draco. Back in first year the two of you startled each other when you saw him coming up the stairs and he saw you sitting in the window. Now that you thought about it, Draco might be there. Part of you highly doubted it. As you made your way up the stairs, you saw a shadow of someone sitting in the window. Draco. 

“I thought you might be here,” He said, not turning to look at you. You blinked, wondering briefly if you were dreaming. 

“What do you care?” You asked, no venom in your words. You joined him in the window, sitting an arm’s length away. He glanced at you. 

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” His voice was so broken, like he’d spent hours crying as well. You looked out over the school grounds, the moon illuminating everything in a different way than the sun. It put you at ease. 

“Are you?” You asked. It wasn’t meant to come out so nasty, but you were hurt. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him flinch. 

Yes.” 

“I believe you,” You sighed, kicking your bare feet in the wind. 

“You do?” He asked, disbelief laced his words. You nodded, pushing a loose strand of (H/C) hair behind your ear. 

“Yeah, but one thing is still bothering me,” You said. Still, you didn’t look at him. 

“What’s that?” The way he said that made you think he knew exactly what was going to come out of your mouth. 

“What’s going on? With you, I mean,” You asked, finally turning to look at him. The moon cast a shadow on his face, outlining his profile. Sharp nose, sloping forehead, soft cheek bones, and a strong chin: the same profile you’d seen many times in the same place. This time, it was more pained and sad. You could tell by the way his head tilted down. 

“You don’t want to know,” He whispered. Reaching over, you took a cold hand in yours. 

“I do.” So he told you. Everything. How much he regretted saying those things to you.The dark mark. Voldemort. The impending war. Suddenly, you felt very small, like you and Draco sitting in the tower were just specks floating in space. You could only imagine how he felt being stuck in the middle of all of this. By the time he’d finished, you could see that he was holding back tears. You hand was still in his with a death grip, like he thought if he let go you would disappear. 

“I’m scared, (Y/N), I’m so scared,” He wept, quietly. He didn’t look at you, but there was no hiding the tears. 

“I forgive you,” You hummed, scooting closer to him. You picked up his hand, gripping it more fiercely in your own. “And I love you, Draco Malfoy.” 

Draco brought his forehead to yours, tears still streaming down his pale cheeks. You waited, looking into his liquid silver eyes. He wanted to say something, but his words were smothered by your lips. He held you close, hands tightening on the back of your night shirt, keeping you there. Your fingers slipped into his platinum blond locks. His tongue swiped your bottom lip and you opened your mouth obligingly. Tongues danced together, saying without words that you loved one another. It wasn’t until you parted that you realized you had started crying to. 

“You’re too forgiving, darling. I love you, (Y/N) (L/N),” He whispered against your lips. You smiled, swallowing his words by bringing his lips back you your own. 

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Robin’s Nest: Part 2

Summary: The Robins as Bruce and Batmom’s biological kids.

Words: 1735

AN: Thank you to my wonderful new team of Beta’s who edited this and are working diligently on everything else.

Part 1



You’re in the middle of Dick’s first birthday party when people start questioning you about the next Wayne baby. You just laugh. Dick is a good baby, he started sleeping through the night fairly early on, he laughs more than he cries, and since discovering what kisses are he gives them all the time.

He’s also very active. He starts walking somewhat early, and ever since the boy has been getting into everything. Wherever there’s trouble, Dick seems to find it. He is one hundred percent his father’s son. This fact is proved as Dick pulls on a table cloth and the cake falls all over him.

You excuse yourself without answering, rushing towards your baby. Bruce beats you to him by a fraction of a second. He’s full of smiles and giggles as he redirects the cake towards his father, smearing bits of frosting on his face. You may take a picture or two of the moment.  You also quickly dismiss the thought of other kids. Richard is enough of a handful, thank you very much.

That thought vanishes when Bruce comes home more injured and wearier than usual a few nights later. He had just barely managed to stop the Joker that night, and despite that success, the crazy bastard had still managed to kill some people before the Batman was able to stop him.

The two of you watch Dick sleep for about an hour, assuring yourselves that he’s okay. When you finally go to bed, Bruce pulls you in close and you wrap your body around his. You’re both yearning for a closeness, and one not so innocent kiss leads to a rather intimate night.

The morning sickness comes on rather suddenly, and violently. You’re hospitalized for dehydration, where you’re informed that you are in fact pregnant. That makes you want to throw up, all by yourself. Two kids under the age of two, makes you more than a little anxious. Bruce himself is a little surprised as well. At the same time, you’re both a little grateful, something good had come from that otherwise horrible night.

Despite the constant morning sickness, you’re not overly tired. You’re still able to chase Dick around at home, as your baby begins transforming into a toddler. Alfred and Bruce do their best to give you time off of your feet, and time to rest.

When the baby starts moving, he doesn’t stop. He’s an active child, and Bruce likes to joke that he’s going to be a handful. You tell him to bite his tongue.

Bruce paints the nursery himself this time. He doesn’t like the idea of strangers being in the manor. He takes two days off of work, and refuses to let you or Dick in the room because of the paint fumes. Alfred assures you that he’ll help.

With that taken care of, you start telling Dick about his sibling. You place his hands on your belly, and tell him that he’ll soon have a little brother or sister. He’s still a bit too young to understand. So, on the way home from work a few days later, you stop by the store and buy one of those realistic baby dolls. Over the next several weeks you show Dick how to be nice to the baby and how to hold the baby. He gives it kisses and learns to hug it gently. He learns that throwing it on the floor is wrong, and driving his trucks on the baby isn’t a good idea.

Overall, you’re very glad at how quickly he takes to the role of being a big brother. Still, you make sure to shower Dick with love and attention over the next few weeks. When it comes time to learn the baby’s sex, you decide to do it in a fun way. You give a bakery the envelope and have them bake small blue or pink cake. That night you let Dick smash the thing to bits, and he squeals with joy when he learns he’s going to have a baby brother.

As the summer comes into full swing you refuse to go outside. It’s simply too hot and you feel as though you’re going to melt. Of course when it comes to the Wayne Enterprises family picnic you don’t really have a choice. You do your best to stay under a tent, near the fans that have been set out in random places.

Bruce and Dick participate in a lot of the events. While it is certainly good publicity for the company, you’re just happy that your boys are having fun. You’re halfway through a hotdog when the first contraction hits. It’s not too bad, and for the moment you decide to just wait and see.

You make conversation with several of the corporate wives. You ignore the passive aggressive digs about how big you are, and how you’re still working. At nine months pregnant you’re a little surprised yourself. You nearly snap when someone says a mother’s place is in the home, and how poor Richard must miss you terribly at the company daycare.

You want to scoff at that comment. Dick spends more time in your or Bruce’s office than he does in the company daycare. In fact, the only real times he’s there is when you have meetings. You had always considered yourself lucky, you had been able to breastfeed while still working. Not a lot of mothers had had that opportunity.

The contractions slowly build, and you begin keeping track of the time in-between them. It’s at this point Bruce notices something is wrong. When you whisper somewhat harshly that the baby IS coming. Bruce grabs Dick, and begins steering you towards the car.Alfred is waiting. As Bruce helps you into the car, Alfred situates Dick into his car seat.

Alfred pulls up straight to the doors, and tells the two of you to go in, and that he’ll get Dick.

You’re checked in and escorted back to a private room in a matter of minutes. It looks like the exact same one you were in last time. Then a contraction hits, and those thoughts disappear. Alfred brings Dick back into the room after you’ve been changed into that ugly hospital ground, and despite the pain you pick your little boy up. He showers you with butterfly kisses and you can’t help but smile.

As the next contraction begins, Bruce takes Dick from you and gives him to Alfred, and he takes your hand, allowing you to squeeze. Dick’s lip begins to pucker, and tears being to gather as he sees you in pain. When he bursts into tears it breaks your heart.

The second the contraction is over, you kiss him and reassure him that mommy is fine, and that Alfred is going to take him home. “Mommy home.” He demands.

You just smile and say that you can’t “Mommy has to stay here, so that you can get your little brother.”

“No brother.” He pouts.

Bruce just smiles and takes Dick from you. Lifting the little boy up in the air he blows a raspberry on the boy’s tummy, sending him into a fit of giggles. Bruce winks at you and escorts Dick and Alfred to the car.

When he comes back, he takes his place in that plastic chair, and he spends the next nine hours allowing you to squeeze his hand, and helping you walk up and down the hallway. You’re very grateful that your gown has a back. You really don’t want a picture of your backside on the front page of the Gotham Gazette.

At the end of the nine hours, you give birth to a bouncing baby boy. His cry is loud and strong, and as soon as the doctors have checked him over he’s settled into your arms. You name him Jason Alfred Wayne. It seems only right that he be named after Bruce’s second father.

Later that afternoon, after you’ve been cleaned up, and you’ve changed out of the gown and into your own pajamas Alfred brings Dick up to the hospital. Cheerful cries of “Mommy,” are screamed as Dick tries to wiggle his way out of Alfred’s arms and into yours.

You take your firstborn as Bruce picks Jason up out of the bassinet in the room. As you love on Dick, Bruce passes the newest Wayne into Alfred’s arms. You watch from afar as Bruce tells you second son’s namesake, what exactly your newest son’s name is. The man nearly tears up before squashing them, and holding the little boy a bit closer.

You turn your attention back to Dick who is babbling more so than talking at this point. You find it hard to believe that he’s only a few months away from being two. You kiss his head, as Bruce take Jason back from Alfred and brings him over to the bed.

You’re careful, when allowing Dick to hold the baby. Bruce sets him in your lap, securely on the bed, and you cradle his smaller arms with your own, so really it’s you holding the baby, but still. Dick’s eyes go wide at the sight of him and Bruce tells him “Dick, this is your baby brother. His name is Jason.”

Dick just looks at the boy before saying “Jase!” and repeatedly kissing his brother’s head. That’s when Jason begins to cry. You’re a little afraid that the crying will hurt Dick’s feelings but he just smiles and says, “Jase is alright, big brother is here.”

Bruce leans down and kisses your oldest son’s head, and says “Good job buddy.” Before taking the baby from his arms. As Bruce rocks the baby, and Dick begins telling you about his breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes, you begin to fall asleep, the last thing you hear is Dick going, “Shhh mommy is sweeping.” As Jason begins to let out little cries. Then, instead of going to sweep, as Dick would put it, you hold out your hands for your newest son, because you’re a mom of two children under two, and it’s time for Jason’s feeding, and sleep, well you’re fairly certain that sleep is a thing of the past, and you probably won’t become well acquainted with it again until both your boys are potty trained, because you are done. No more babies for you … or so you think.

anonymous asked:

Undertaker, sebastian and Ciels reactions to helping their s/o babysit their little nephew and once their s/o isnt there for a moment the kid just turns evil and glares at them, calls them names because they dont want the boys to touch or kiss the s/o???

That was so much fun to write (❛▿❛✿)


Playful sounds were echoing in the room filling it up with positive vibes and an aura of overwhelming joy when you were trying to find your little nephew between all the furnitures with your eyes blindfolded with a long scarf. When he offered you to play this childish game, you thought it will be way easier than it now appeared to be and your bruised knee (since when was the table standing there?) already reminded you of it with pulsatory pain. Not that you minded, it has been almost an year since you saw him for the last time and started missed him. The boy never let you get bored with the variety of his ideas, different games to play which necessarily had to involve you and those cute, handmade gifts from him. For such a young boy, he seemed to be very talented already and watching him grow up was surely a great pleasure for a proud auntie you were.

After a few attempts of finding him, you finally managed to catch the boy just when he was about to jump on the sofa but ended up in your arms, wriggling and laughing out loud in a breaks of repeating how this one shouldn’t count and eventually stopped complaining when you tickled him and took off your blindfold.

“All right, all right,” you sat him down on the said sofa and watched him pout at your sudden seriousness. “We will play one more round but first, I am going to bring something cold to drink, fine? I can bet that you are even more thirsty than I am.”

Your nephew, still pouting, nodded slowly, as if he still was not completely convinced. You smiled to him and put the scarf on the nearby armchair, finally turning to your boyfriend who was simply observing your games, not really wanting to participate for the whole time.

“Keep an eye on him for a while,” you stated and before he could offer you some help in the kitchen, you were gone behind the doors, leaving him alone with the young boy.


Undertaker giggled when he felt the strand of his long, white hair being sligtly pulled. He was used to the way they would fall everywhere, sometimes disturbing his actions or even sleep when they got tangled but nevertheless he enjoyed how they were giving him a substitute of privacy and helped to hide the scars, so he never complained. The next pull was, however, a little bit more stronger and if he was not a grim reaper, it would probably hurt him. Turning his head toward the young boy who was now holding a fist of his hair, he didn’t let the smile to drop, still amused after watching you two play.

“You are quite mischievous, aren’t you, little one?” he wondered out loud.

Your nephew’s face was not all brighten up with joy as it was barely few moments before you left, he was now staring at the Undertaker as if he was trying to kill him just with the gaze.

“And not really talkative to the strangers, huh?” The grim reaper swayed forward and then backward on the edge of simple, wooden chair, giggling once again when recalled something funny you said this afternoon.

“You’re weird,” the boy commented straightforwardly.

Undertaker busrted with short laugh.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve heard that already but tell me, who isn’t weird at all?”

The boy frowned and let go of the strand of his hair, letting it fall down on the floor, then crossed his arms, still glaring. After thinking for a while, the grim reaper leaned slightly to the younger one, baring his teeth in an amused smile when a simple thought crossed his mind.

“Could it be that you are jealous of your precious aunt?” he inquired.

There was a spark of shock visible in your nephew’s eyes but it disappeared as fast as appeared, leaving him frowning even more than before.

“You’re a freak,” he stated with slight disgust.

“You have no idea how righ you are.”

The boy turned around and stamping loudly approached the Undertaker, probably wanting to finally see his eyes, still covered by the white bangs. He didn’t have an opportunity to do so since just when he was inches close to him, the grim reaper stood up and placed his long, black nail on the boy’s forehead, stopping him in the middle of the walk as if he was a clockwork toy.

“No peeking, little one,” he hummed.

It seemed like Undertaker had a perfect answer for literally everything your nephew was doing, moreover, he was having a lot of fun with him and his attempts of hurting his feelings. However, he was not the one to give up easily.

“I bet you’re ugly, that’s why you’re hiding your face.”

“Well, you are not wrong,” the grim reaper giggled.

“Too ugly to date her.”

“And yet, she is there.”

“Because she hadn’t seen your ugly face.”

“Oh!” he laughed. “She saw way more than my ugly face, little one.”

Just when the boy was about to say somethig more, you opened the door and came back with few cold drinks. Seeing those two facing each other, your nephew clearly annoyed, frowning, cheeks reddened with emotions and Undertaker holding his stomach when he was trying to hold back the laughter made you immediatelly think that you missed something very important which you didn’t necessarily wanted to know about.


Sebastian would have sighed if it was not about his perfect butler appearance. Instead, he just looked at the boy who was still sitting on the sofa which now looking way much bigger with such a small human on it, and after a while stood up up from his current, comfortable position on a chair in the corner of the room. Approaching the child, he put the most gentle and kind smile he managed to on his face, hoping that you will be back soon and he won’t have to deal with him for longer than needed. He had enough of human cubs for the next hundred years, after all.

Your nephew, however, seemed to be well-educated and rather polite boy so spending few minutes with him probably was not going to be as bad, as Sebastian thought. Sitting in front of the boy on an armchair where you previously put your scarf on, the butler realized how wrong he was after hearing the first sentence said directly to him:

“You’re a spawn of satan.”

Sebastian freezed and so did the smile on his face. For a single moment, he could swear that he felt his heart beat slightly faster in a sudden realization that this young man was actually able to recognize him, to see through his disguise which he still didn’t take off even in front of you, to bare his secrets, to…

The demon coughed once, twice and looked at the boy again, this time straight in his eyes, focusing on guessing his true intentions. It was impossible that he could know it, no, it must have been some kind of joke and all he had to do was to talk about it with him before he could eventually reveal this secret to you.

“What makes you say such a strong words?” Sebastian asked, not affected by the nephew’s gloomy and averse stare.

The boy didn’t reply at first, he let the demon to wait patiently in silence and wonder what may the true answer be. Just when the butler thought that he won’t hear another word, the reply appeared and hanged in the air between them, heavy and uncomfortable.

“I don’t like the stuff you’re doing to her.”

For once, Sebastian thought that maybe he would want a glass of water also, he was clearly not ready for a conversation like this one. Adjusting his tie, he decided to not get fooled, now almost sure that the boy didn’t truly recognize him but saw or heard way worse things… Before he said anything more, he had to analyze the situation; your nephew couldn’t be that smart and he was probably assuming wrong.

“The stuff?” Simple, stupid question, way lower than his actual level but he was talking to the child, human child, wasn’t he?

“Kissing.”

“Oh…”

Well, maybe he was that smart.

“Young man, it is not-“ Sebastian couldn’t end the sentence because the boy interrupted him right in the middle.

“I don’t want to see you close to her ever again, you trash, or else…”

The demon didn’t recall you having any kind of pocket watch but you seemingly didn’t need one to be in a right places on a right time which was now proved again by your presence in the room, the salver with drinks in your hands. You didn’t notice the way your nephew looked at Sebastian, no wonders, in the exact second when you opened the door, his expression changed completely, the image of innocent boy painted on his face once again. The boy happily jumped off the sofa and run to you to get his glass of juice, leaving the butler sitting still in the same place, completely confused.

“I see you were talking?” you asked him, handing your nephew a drink. “He is not that scary, isn’t he?”

The butler stood up to immediatelly help you with the salver.

“Oh no, you were completely right, my love,” he stated with a kind smile. “He is purely an angel.”


“You’re too short for her.”

Ciel almost spit out the tea he was currently drinking, hearing those words from the young boy who was so nice in your presence – until now, that is. He slowly put the teacup on the table and looked at your nephew who was now staring at him deadly.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard. You’re not much taller than me.”

The earl felt something similiar to the big bump growing in his throat, making him unable to speak nor think properly. He never had to deal with such situations before, not to mention with somebody – willing or not – close to him. In any other moment he would just walk away or demand getting rid off those who dare to insult him in so humiliating way, today was different and the hardest was that he had to be nice to the child sitting on the sofa. It is your nephew, he repeated himself in the mind, he can complain to you later.

What occupied Ciel’s thoughts the most was the reason why would he say something like that? Obviously, he didn’t want to insult him in front of his dear aunt but nevertheless he hadn’t given him any reason to act this way. He was a little bit proud, of course, but it couldn’t be the exact reason for this behaviour.

Not to mention that for the whole time he was spending with your relative, he was wearing those short heels which made him appear taller than he truly was. Is it possible that he was that short…?

Ciel cleared his throat.

“The height is irrelevant in an adult relationship, you will understand when you grow up,” he stated seriously, not wholly convinced about the truth of his own words.

“But you’re not an adult.”

If there would be somebody who could read in minds, he would certainly hear Ciel snap in this moment.

“Of course I am,” Ciel objected. “I am the head of the Funtom Corporation, the head oh the Phantomhive household, it makes me be an adult no matter how old I am.”

“But it doesn’t make you taller.” Vicious smile creeped upon the young boy’s lips who couldn’t not notice the change in Ciel’s attitude and tone of his voice.

“I-It is highly inappropriate to say such things to an earl,” he stuttered and immediatelly cursed himself internally for that.

What kind of child was it? Where did you take him from? And why the hell weren’t you coming back for so long? He had more than enough and didn’t want to participate in this conversation anymore.

“You’re my aunt’s boyfriend, I can speak what I want.”

Your nephew started slowly waving his legs hanging from the sofa and this only proved that he was having a great time. Ciel opened his mouth and quickly closed it, not wanting to offend the child but wishing he could shut his mouth with one, strong command which made him seem like a carp picked out of the water. However, for the next minutes the boy was quiet which let Ciel believe that he is done with insulting him and his problem was solved by itself. He quickly changed his mind when he heard him muttering something more under the breath.

“And you wear heels like a girl.”

“W-what?!”