these kids went running by

Haunted House- A BATIM Fic

I saw a post about this on @doodledrawsthings feed and I couldn’t help myself. My favorite ink demon and my favorite holiday? Together? It was too good to pass up! That being said apologies in advance to all the lovely people named Mick out there, it just sounded like the douchiest name I could think of while I was writing, but it is not a reflection on you. Once again this takes place in Doodles’ Hell’s Studio AU. Some mild swearing, but that’s about it. Enjoy!

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As the smile fell from my face, I fell with it
You’ve made me blue
It’s not fair, how can you just quit?
Please tell me, what else can I do?

Yeah, the truth is that you’re sorry
And you told me not to worry
I feel like some dumb kid
Trying to kid myself
That we would last forever

Then you went running, what’s your hurry?
And I’m still hoping every morning
That you’ll start to miss every part of this
And change your mind; however

You didn’t wanna settle down
I got my hopes up, prayed for hours
But still you left without a sound
Now I’m a lost boy
Because you’re not around
—  what am i waiting for? someone could love me more.
inspired by: “lost boy” by troye sivan
(cc, 2017)

if jungkook went to high school in america he’d be the kid that runs cross country but never talks to anyone and got his phone taken for listening to asking alexandria in class

Last semester in my Microsoft Word class we were taking an exam, and the teacher makes all of us put our phones in the center of the room so we don’t cheat
Someone left the room without him looking so he went after
And this other trouble making kid comes running up to the phone table, we all think he’s gonna take his phone back.
He took his friend’s phone and aims the camera down his pants, taking like 3 pictures of his dick. So we’re all screaming and laughing about it, the friend is getting up and taking the phone
The dick kid goes sitting down, friend goes to the teacher when he gets back into the room and shows telling him
We didn’t see dick kid for a week and when he came back his head was shaved

The pet store I work at has a self-serve dog wash. The owners are supplied with shampoo, brushes, towels, a velocity dryer, etc. and we clean up the mess afterwards. Pretty sweet deal for $10. I was cleaning the left tub when a family with five kids comes in wanting to use the right tub. The kids are already loud and kind of obnoxious but there are no other animals in the store they could startle so I grit my teeth, greet them, and go back to hosing out the tub. The tubs are raised, so there are tiled steps for the owners to walk the bigger dogs up to get into the tub. I watched as one of the younger kids, maybe 5 or 6, went running up the stairs and preceeded to stomp around on the small landing, right in front of the caution sign warning the tile is slippery when wet.

I summon all my strength and say as cheerfully as possible something along the lines of: “Hey, bud, it’s pretty slippery up there from the last dog. Mind coming down? I don’t want you to fall.” While simultaneously thinking to myself that a pet store is not a fucking playground.

The mom turned to me and snapped at me that it “isn’t my job to parent him” and then proceeded to let the kid climb into the bathtub with the already stressed out dog and bounce around.

I gave up and went to the back even though I knew for damn sure if the kid slipped and cracked his head open the depths of hell would open up on us from that women. Maybe I’m just trying to keep your kid sade so he doesn’t end up with a head injury? Some fucking people.

random little funny memories
  • When I was maybe eight, my class found a dead squirrel on our way to the school cafeteria and very solemnly launched a murder investigation that we all forgot about by the end of the day.

  • My granddad went to Ireland once to visit the area our family came from originally. (About half of us came over around the time of the potato famine and ended up on both sides of the Civil War. Heck of time to move, guys). He was sitting in a pub with his oldest son and oldest grandson and someone said “I heard your last name was (family name). You do sort of look it. Gotta ask, are any of you musical?” 
  • And of course my granddad has to answer yes, because pretty much every last one of us is. And the fellow says “Oh yeah, then you’re definitely (family name). It runs in the blood, you’re all musical. There’s a whole slew of you still here, if you want to meet them!”

  • One of the younger gym teachers knew how much the kids hated running laps every day, so he went around to all the tables at lunch and asked us all what kind of show tunes we wanted to run to. I solemnly told him “The Incredible Hulk”.
Love At First Video Part 13: Alone Time

Misha Collins x Reader

1400 Words

Story Summary: You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

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It was amazing how watching a man get tackled by two small children, while laughing all the while could make your heart flutter. He had crouched low to the ground, his arms spread wide and as soon as his kids noticed him they went running, knocking him off of his feet. You stood there, your hands full of milk, a huge smile on your face, a weird longing sensation in your heart.

You knew what it was, and it scared you more than you wanted to admit. You wanted to be a part of this family. Not just as the babysitter and the girlfriend of Misha. But you would love to have a permanent part in this family, and that frightened you. You had only known them for such a short time, and you were afraid you were letting yourself fall too hard too fast.

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Their Struggle Chapter Two

You asked for more - you got it!

Scully hesitated as she and William reached the door to Mulder’s hospital room. Her partner appeared to be sleeping and the last thing she wanted to do was wake him. Glancing up at William, Scully could sense the anticipation in her son’s eyes. She could tell he was both excited and nervous for this moment – to see his biological father for the first time in well over fourteen years. Maybe this would be easier, she thought to herself. If Mulder was unconscious, William would at least be able to get his bearings before his dad woke.

Opening the door, Scully swallowed hard as Mulder suddenly opened his eyes and glanced over in their direction. She could see the moment that it dawned on him just who was stood next to her. His eyes widened as he looked William up and down, and his lips curved up into a proud smile. Aware of William’s nervousness, Scully spoke first, not wanting her partner to put their son on the spot. She knew only too well the things Mulder said when he was drugged in a hospital bed. “Hey. You’re awake.”

Mulder tore his eyes away from William briefly to glance over at his partner. “Just about.”

“How are you feeling” Leaving William’s side, Scully approached the bed, reaching out to run a hand through Mulder’s hair.

“Much better.”

She looked at him skeptically. “Your body’s been through a lot.”

“I’ve had worse.”

Rolling her eyes, Scully glanced back at William. “He’s just trying to act macho in front of you.”

“Ok, ok,” Mulder relented. “The truth is I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck and reversed over for good measure. But I do feel a lot better than I did, no thanks to you,” he added, his breath hitching as he made eye contact with William for the first time in years.

“Mulder, this is William,” Scully said, making the introduction.

William smiled shyly, standing with his hands in his pockets. He looked so nervous, so hopeful and yet cautious, as though waiting for Mulder to pass judgement on him. Thankfully he had nothing to worry about.

“My boy,” Mulder whispered, his voice barely audible as he reached out for his son, before collecting himself and lowering his arm back down on the bed. William however, took the hint and approached the bed.

“Hi,” he said, the nerves evident in his voice. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Chuckling to himself, Mulder nodded. “Yeah, yeah it is.” He looked up at Scully, meeting her teary gaze with his own. Scully’s expression reflected his own – it was one of shock, pride and disbelief. Finally, after all these years, their son was finally with them. He was healthy and he was happy, and that was all that they ever wanted for him. “I owe you a thank you,” Mulder continued. “A big thank you. I know this has been a crazy week and we asked a hell of a lot of you. And I owe you an apology too –”

“It’s fine,” William protested, his eyes narrowing when he noticed Mulder reach out and nudge Scully. “What?”

“Your mom says that a lot too, and I don’t believe her either.”

There was a moment of awkward silence before Scully moved in to try and ease the tension. “I’m going to pop and grab a drink from the cafeteria. William, would you like anything?”

William shook his head before he realized that Scully was making her excuses to give him and Mulder some time alone. “On second thoughts, a coke would be great.”

“I’ll have what he’s having.”

Mulder’s suggestion was greeted with a raised eyebrow. “You’ll get what the nurses give you.”

“Oh come on Scully…please?” A close encounter with death meant there was a chance Scully would give in to him faster than normal.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Oh and have a word with the nurse on your way out and see if you can grab me a wheelchair.”

“What? Mulder, no!”

“Why not? I feel better.”

“That’s not the point and you know it.”

“It’s a beautiful day outside.”

“And thanks to William tomorrow will be a beautiful day for you, and the next day, and the next.”

“Scully –”

“No wheelchair, not today.” Sighing in amusement, Scully turned to William. “I’ll be back shortly. Keep an eye on your…on Mulder. Don’t let him talk you into anything while I’m gone.” She bent quickly and pecked Mulder on the lips then froze momentarily before regaining her senses. “Be good.”


And with that she wandered out of the room, leaving father and son alone. Mulder counted to ten before grinning up at William. “Wanna help me break out of this joint?”


Like father, like son, Mulder thought to himself as William wheeled him out of the doors and into the hospital yard. He was glad William had inherited a fondness for breaking the rules, even though Scully would likely panic when she returned to his room to find them both gone. They hadn’t even had to ask the nurse – William had simply disappeared for a matter of minutes, returning with a wheelchair and blanket he’d stolen along the way. His willingness to go along with Mulder’s escape plan had helped to break the ice between them, and as William brought the wheelchair to a stop by a bench, both parties seemed more relaxed. “Is here ok?”

Mulder took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air invade his lungs. Just a few days ago he didn’t think he’d ever see the outside world again, but here he was, thanks to William. “Here’s fine, thank you.” He watched as the youngster took a seat next to him. “I meant what I said back inside William…William, or Will?”

“I like both,” the teenager replied. “Will’s good. My friends call me Will.”

Mulder nodded, his heart inflating at his son’s words. “I owe you a huge thank you. This whole country does.”

William shrugged. “It was just a little blood. It was nothing.”

“It was everything,” Mulder replied. “And it wasn’t just the fact you gave some of your blood, it’s that you gave it to me, after everything. And you’re still here now. That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

“I think I have an idea.” William gave his dad a small smile as he caught his eye. “I wanted to meet you, and my…my parents said we could stay a while longer so I could do that. I wanted to see you both before we left. I’ve always been curious about you.”

“Were we what you expected?”

“Not even close,” William replied, and Mulder chuckled. “I just didn’t expect you to be so…”


“I don’t know. I didn’t expect you to still be together for starters.” William paused, catching sight of Mulder’s sheepish expression. “You are together, right?”

“It’s complicated.”

“How complicated?”

“I don’t know what your mom…what Dana has told you.”

“She told me why I was adopted. That there were people after you.”

Mulder nodded. “Just after you were…adopted…” William noticed that Mulder was struggling to say the word, as though it was an open wound. “I was accused of a crime I didn’t commit.”

“By the same people?”

“Yeah.” The kid was smart. “I went back on the run, and this time your mom came with me. It was a few years before she was safe to show her face in public again – as herself I mean – and longer still before I was finally exonerated. The first thing I did when I was free again was propose to her. It was on vacation, in Mexico,” he added, smiling at the memory. “I figured it had been long enough, and after everything we’d been through we deserved a slither of happiness. We got married just after we got back home. It was just a small affair, with a few friends and your grandma….” Mulder sobered, his heart aching as he realized William would never know Maggie. “She was there too.”

“Then what happened?”

“Your mom and I have been through a lot over the years.”

“I’m starting to realize that.”

“There was a lot to deal with and I guess I didn’t deal with it well. I was angry and bitter, and I started to withdraw. Your mom tried her best but I was suffering with depression and I didn’t want to let her in. I was difficult to live with, let alone love, and your mom had enough of me pushing her away and eventually left. We talk a lot and we’ve been working together recently, but that we’re still separated.”

“But you guys seem close,” William protested, clearly not liking the thought of his parents apart. “And Dana kissed you back in your hospital room.”

“Things have gotten a little better recently. I’m seeing a therapist and getting help and trying not to be as much of an asshole as I once was. It’s baby steps.”

“Dana was out of her mind when I first got here. She thought you were going to die.”

“Oh there’s still a lot of love there William. We’ve been through too much together to lose that. But we can’t just go back to how it was. That doesn’t mean we won’t work at it though. I’m not going to give your mom up without a fight.”

William smiled sadly. “I hope you guys work things out.”

“Me too.” Mulder sighed. “So what did you expect when you imagined us?”

“I guess I thought you would be a lot younger.” A flush crept over William’s face as he realized his words could offend. “I mean, I don’t know, I guess I just thought that you’d been kid when…when my mom got pregnant, and that you couldn’t cope, and that’s why you didn’t want me.”

“We wanted you more than anything,” Mulder stressed, hating himself for William’s insecurities.

“I know that now. But at the time I thought you could have been too young, or deadbeats, or you just didn’t want kids. I had so many different scenarios in my head, but I just didn’t imagine it was like this. I always thought you didn’t want me.” William shrugged. “I’m just sorry you guys had to go through all that.”

Mulder shook his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. After everything you’ve been through, we’re the ones who are sorry, for everything. Your mom and I have regretted every day we haven’t spent with you.”

“I know.”

“How was it? Growing up with your…with the….?”

“My other parents?” William offered hesitantly, and Mulder nodded. “It’s been ok. They’ve been great, and kind and loving. Their curfew is a little too early to my liking, but their punishments aren’t too harsh if I break it,” he added with a grin. “They’ve always been honest with me about the adoption too. I’ve always known they weren’t my real parents, but they’ve never treated me any differently.”

“Good, I’m glad,” Mulder replied. “Not that it makes me feel any less guilty for what happened, but I’m glad you’ve had the love and support you deserve. That was one of my biggest worries about you. I know what it’s like to grow up in a household where you don’t always get the love you need.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It was a long time ago.”

“Your parents?”

“My father mostly. He and I never really saw eye to eye, and I often felt that he blamed me for a lot of things. My mom tried her best, but then she and my father separated and I…well I took the opportunity to leave home as soon as I could.”

“Do you still see them?”

Mulder shook his head. “They’ve both passed now.”

“I’m sorry.” William thought for a moment. “What about my other grandparents? Dana’s parents?”

“Her father died not long after I met her. Your grandmother, Maggie, she died a couple of weeks ago. I’m so sorry Will.”

William’s eyes filled with tears as he processed Mulder’s words. “Wow. Umm…What was she like?”

“She was amazing. She was beautiful, kid and welcoming. She was always so good to me, even when I didn’t deserve her kindness.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m bad news kiddo. I was even more of a disaster back then.”

“I think you’re kinda cool,” said William. “You’re kicking ass with this virus.”

“Are you allowed to cuss?”

William grinned. “It’s not a cuss word.”

“It isn’t?”


“Let me guess, it depends who you ask?”

William nodded. “You’re trying to change the subject,” he said knowingly. “You seem to have a low opinion of yourself, but I think you’re cool, Dana clearly does, and my grandma thought so too. You’re outnumbered.”

Mulder smiled gratefully at this son. “You know Will, I always knew we’d meet. I always thought about how it would go, but this surpasses everything I’ve ever imagined.”

William frowned at his father, in a move not too unlike Scully in another life, when she was getting ready to refute his suggestion of the paranormal. “You thought we’d meet? How?”

“We would have found one another.”

“But m…Dana said that you hadn’t looked, that you didn’t want to so as to not unsettle me.”

“My sister went missing when I was twelve years old,” Mulder admitted. Though Samantha’s abduction was decades ago, it still pained him. “I never stopped looking for her, not until I found answers, and I would have found you too. Or hell, you’ve got half my genes, I’m sure curiosity would have gotten the better of you.”

William nodded. “I was already starting to look for you.”

His father smiled. “Me too.”


“Your mom didn’t know because I’d only just started. I didn’t want to upset her and give her false hope. She’s been beating herself up over your adoption ever since the day it happened. She’s never stopped regretting it, neither of us have. I think at the very least we both wanted a chance to see you and to tell you how sorry we truly are.”

“And here we are.”

“Here we are.”

“Did you ever find your sister?”

Mulder shook his head. “I found out that she’d died. I never found her body though, but I had a sense of closure.”

“I’m sorry. What was her name?”


William smiled sadly. “That’s a nice name.” His smile faded. “So many people have died.”

“I’m sorry. Did you envision a big family?”

The teenager shrugged. “I tried not to think about it too much. When I was younger I used to wonder whether I had any brothers or sisters, whether you had any other kids.”

Mulder shook his head. “Your mom was told she couldn’t have children. You were our miracle.”

“That’s what she told me.”

“We were always careful after that.” He noticed William grimace and smirked. “Too much information, I know. But after you were gone we didn’t want any more children, it wasn’t fair on you. We just wanted you back, but we knew that couldn’t happen.”


“But you’re here now, and I’m glad we’ve had the chance to explain and to apologize and…” Mulder took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. “You know, I never remember my dad encouraging me as a kid. I never once recall him telling me he was proud of me or that he loved me. Just before I left you and your mom, you and I had a man to man chat. Well, I was talking and you looked as though you were listening. I wasn’t sure when I’d next see you and I wanted you to know that whatever happened, whatever path you chose in life that I would be proud of you, and I’d love you no matter what. I stand by that Will. You’re already a fine, young man with a pretty sensible head on his shoulders. Thankfully you’ve inherited that from your mom and your other parents, and I’m grateful for that. For many things actually. I’m so proud of you Will, and though I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now, and you have every right to hate me, I love you. Nothing will ever change that.”

“I don’t hate you,” William replied, sniffing. “I would never hate you. You’re my dad.”

Mulder rushed to brush away his tears but William noticed the movement. He smiled sadly. “It makes me sad and angry to hear what you guys went through and why we couldn’t be together. And I don’t wish you ill or anything, but I’m glad we’re here.”

“Me too buddy,” Mulder replied, his tears now falling freely as William reached out and placed his hand on his dad’s arm. They stayed like that momentarily, until Mulder reached out and embraced his son awkwardly, the wheelchair getting in the way.

“I thought I’d find you two out here,” came a voice from their right, minutes later. Both Mulder and William broke apart and looked over at Scully’s playful eyes. “I leave you alone for two minutes and you make a break for it.”

“I’m sorry,” William began, but Mulder interrupted.

“It was my fault Scully, I forced the kid to break me out.”

“Oh I don’t doubt that.” She held up the can of coke she held in her hand. “William, I got you this, but Michael and Sue are in the waiting room.”

“Right.” Both adults detected the disappointment in William’s voice. “Do I have to go now?”

Scully’s face said it all. “It’s getting late,” was her response. “But they have suggested you might like to come back tomorrow, if you –”

“That would be great,” William replied enthusiastically. “If that’s ok?”

“Of course it is, I’ll still be here,” said Mulder. “Unless I can convince the doctor to –”

“We’ll still be here William,” Scully answered.

“You can call me Will.”

“His friends call him Will,” Mulder volunteered, winking over at Scully as William got to his feet.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow then,” William said, smiling at them both. “It’s been good to meet you.”

“You too.”

“Take care Will. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

As William headed back inside, Scully wandered over towards Mulder and took a seat next to him on the bench, immediately taking hold of his hand. “Look at him Mulder.”

“I know.” He shook his head. “I’m half convinced I’m hallucinating.”

“He’s here.”

“He is.”

“And he wants to know us.”

“He’s awesome.” Mulder’s smile faded. “So you’ve met…?”

“His parents?”

“Yeah.” He shook his head. “It feels so wrong calling them that.”

“They are though Mulder. They’ve raised him. And yes, I’ve met them.”

“What are they like?”

“They seem nice. And they’re patient too, and happy for William to spend time with us. They’ve said he can spend the whole day with us tomorrow too.”

“The whole day?”

“Yeah.” Scully got to her feet. “So you need to rest up Mr.” She moved to wheel him back inside but Mulder reached out and took hold of her hand, tugging her downwards so she was at eye level with him.

“Thank you Scully,” he whispered, pulling her in for a chaste kiss. “For William. For everything.”

She grinned. “Come on Romeo, let’s get you back to bed.”


“You wish Mulder, you wish”, she said, wheeling him back indoors, both of them feeling better than they had done in a long long time.

another thing about DOG, I felt distinctly uncomfortable if not unsafe with all of the characters in that game. like there was good reason to be a little wary of everyone within the context of the mystery. and then with games like CUR, I didn’t feel that way at all. I felt safe hanging out with Jane, and as a kid playing that game for the first time I went running to play games with her until I calmed down. I thought Mrs. Drake was alright to be around, and Nigel was just a pedantic idiot. You feel like it’s really some sort of outside force. And the same sort of thing can be said of SAW. It feels like we’re supposed to seriously consider the legitimacy of the supernatural, and in DOG it’s blatantly just like “so which one of you assholes is trying to poison me”. 

We’re good to Each other

Sorry this took a while, was thinking hard on a story with this prompt. As always, enjoy!


Ever since Sylvie and Antonio started dating, she was happy. More happy than she ever been in her life. He was different from all her other boyfriends.

Unfortunately with that happiness and only caring about spending time with him, she started gaining relationship weight. Before Antonio, she thought it was a myth and because she never gained any weight from previous relationships, she thought if it was true, she just didn’t gain weight.

As much as she wanted to blame Antonio, she couldn’t. She supposed after a few months together, and also dealing with his insane ex-wife, it was her fault. She even skipped Zumba classes so she could spend time with Antonio.

She even decided going on a diet right now was best since she could go back to Zumba classes, could go to the gym every chance she gets, but if she continued eating the junk she was consuming lately, it would be a wasted effort.

It was her day off and it was the first day of her new diet and exercise plan, and her alarm went off at 6 am. As she reached over and turned it off, Antonio groaned.

“Babe, it feels so early. Why is your alarm going off on our day off?” He questioned as he tried to adjust to the light that was coming into their room. Luckily at 6 am, the light wasn’t too bright but they both knew in a few minutes, it would be getting brighter.

“I told you Antonio, today starts my new diet and exercise. I plan on doing some cardio and then later I have a Zumba class. Trust me, in a few weeks, the woman you found desirable will be back.”

He turned his head to looked at her. “What are you talking about? I still find you desirable. If I didn’t, how come we’re still making love?” He asked. “Women I swear. You gain one pound and you’re acting like it’s the end of the world.”

“Actually it was 10 pounds. At this rate, soon you are going to come home and find that I gained 300 pounds and can’t get off the couch.” She complained as she climbed out of the bed.

He sighed heavily. “Do you know how much junk food you have to consume for that to happen? Not just junk food, but take out food, and your job keeps you in shape.” He pointed out.

“I’m not you, Antonio. I don’t run after people.” Truthfully, her biggest fear was that she was going to gain so much weight that Antonio was going to start looking at other women. Maybe it wasn’t in his nature to do that, but she wasn’t about to find out.

“Look, I’m all for you to wanting to stay in shape, to stay healthy. Key word here is stay because you’re already healthy, but we don’t have many days off together and I truly just want to hold you in my arms right now while we sleep.”

“You can go back to sleep, babe. But I’m running.” She said in a firm tone to let him know that she was serious. She wasn’t trying to sound like a horrible person complaining about gaining weight, but she also didn’t want to not do anything. Besides, if she were being honest, she missed Zumba class. It was the only connection she had here that reminded her of her times in Indiana. She loved Chicago now and absolutely loved her life here, but sometimes she still felt home sick. And taking Zumba classes helped her.

After she was done changing into a pair of running shorts and a tank top, she walked over to Antonio. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

Antonio opened his eyes and looked at her appearance. “You know what? I’ll come with you. I had plenty of cases where a woman got assaulted for running alone.”

Sylvie smirked but she nodded her head. “Okay. I’ll wait for you in the living room.” She said as she walked out of the room and headed into the living room.

A few minutes later, she heard the bedroom door opening and turned her head to look at him. “I’m just going to pretend to believe you’re coming with me to protect me from creeps other than protecting me from guys staring at me.”

“I can’t believe you got me up early on my day off to go running when you’re in wonderful shape. And especially because you could always work out at my gym later.” He reminded her.

“Oh trust me, I would, but I don’t need you to watch my every move while I’m working out. Running together is fine, but I’m going to my Zumba class later by myself.”

“Fine.” He shrugged his shoulders.

An hour later, they both walked back into the apartment, sweaty but otherwise in more energy than earlier.

“I forgot how much fun it is running.” He said. “But unlike you, I’m not on a diet so I’m going to make myself breakfast.”

“Hey. That’s not fair.” She pouted. “You’re not supporting me.”

“Are you kidding me?” He asked with a chuckle. “I went running with you, how much more supportive can I get?”

“You can go on a diet with me.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Absolutely not. Who knows what your diet entails of. I mean, look at your protein shake.” He said as his eyes glanced at the drink in her hand.

Sylvie was worried that she wouldn’t make the protein shake as good as someone who had practice so she stopped to pick one up. She figured a place called a Health Foods and Juice bar would be better.

“Hey, it’s um—different. I already feel my stomach flattening.” She said, defensively.

“Sure, sure.” He said, patronizing her. “Maybe if you already feel it working, you don’t need to run, just drink that for the next few days.”

“Such an ass.” She laughed. 

“But excuse me, I’m going to cook a real breakfast.”

If he truly felt like Sylvie needed to lose a few pounds, he certainly would have supported her more. But she was fine, at least in his eyes, she was fine.

After he made his breakfast, eggs, bacon and sausage, he sat down at the kitchen table.

He looked up as Sylvie entered the kitchen. “I hope you choke on your food.”

“Baby, stop. I think you’re being ridiculous now. It’s good to exercise, but going on a diet because of 10 pounds, it’s nuts. It’ll be different if I can notice the weight you gained, but I can’t. And besides, you act like I didn’t gain weight in this relationship.”

“You didn’t. You still look as great as you did when you helped me in the ambulance. If anything, you look better.” She shook her head. “Besides, women always gets treated unfairly when they gain weight.” She pointed out.

“I know, remember I have a sister and growing up, she always wanted us to go on a special diet because she was getting treated unfairly. But like I told Gabby at age 15, and I’ll tell you now, anyone calls you fat and I’ll beat them up.” He said as he grinned at her. “Besides, the only person opinion that should matter is mine.”

Sylvie nodded her head as she glanced down at his food.

“You know you want it, sweetheart.” He said as he caught her eye staring at his food. “I made extra just in case you wanted some. So come in, give in.”

Sylvie bit down on her bottom lip, contemplating but then she nodded her head. “Fine. But promise me if I ever gain too much weight, you’ll still love me.”

“Of course.” He promised her as he stood up. “Sit down and let me grab your plate.”

Sylvie smiled and she nodded her head. “You’re too good to me.” She remarked as she took a seat across from her.

“We’re good to each other. I think that’s why our relationship works and why it’s so strong.” He said and a few minutes later ,he placed her food down in front of her.

“If you didn’t know yet, you’re my favorite.” She grinned as she picked up her fork and started eating.

Antonio grinned and he nodded his head as he took his seat again. “And you’re my favorite. Always.”

anonymous asked:

Headcanons about the Hamilsquad sending their child to school for the first day of kindergarten?

Alexander is the “fight anyone” dad, and will just give advice (what he thinks is advice) the whole walk to kindergarten. “remember if someone tells you your writing is crap, just punch them in the face- this has 100% success rate, but if they say sorry, don’t punch them in the face… just trip them” or something along those lines. 

Gilbert is the one taking pictures the whole time- he’ll be reminiscing, telling his kids about how it was just yesterday when they started to walk. He’ll defs cry when they leave, and he’ll probably stand outside the school for hours until they’re done. 

Hercules will drop them off, and say goodbye, and low key almost forget to pick them up tbh. I’m kidding- he’ll actually be late bc he went off running errands and maybe picking up something for his kids for when he picks them up. 

John will be a mix of all his friends- probs the most normal one bc he’ll have a balance of everyone. He’ll give his kids advice on sharing and being nervous, and will take normal pictures of his kids, and he’ll wait for them near the area for the hours that they’re gone. 

I’m sorry this one was so short, love ^^;;

Twas the Night - Jayfamily fic

Double Blessings (part 1) | Player Five (part 3)

Prompt: hi! could you please do a jason todd imagine where him and the reader are married and they have some kids and then fluff at the wayne manor for christmas? thank you! <3

“Remind me again why we thought it was a good idea to have Christmas at the manor?” Jason asked as he opened the rear hatch of your van.

“Because the kids love your family and we want them to have really incredible childhood memories to look back on?” Y/N said as she watched Cass carry her daughter into the manor.

“But we can just as many good memories at home. We could have done Christmas all by ourselves, just the four of us, and then come over for dinner.” Jason argued as he unloaded the luggage.

“There isn’t any point in arguing anymore, Jay, we are here and we are doing this.” Y/N said as she grabbed the handle to a suitcase

“It isn’t that I am arguing, I just wanted to tell you my opinion so that when something bad happens you will know I was right.” Jason joked as he carried the presents up to the door.

Y/N didn’t even bother to respond to that she maneuvered the two suitcases through the doorway. The manor, which was always grand, looked very festive with its wreaths and garlands.

“Leave the suitcases right there. I’ll take them upstairs after I put the presents under the tree.” Jason said, already moving towards the living room.

Y/N left the luggage at the bottom of the stairs as she went to find where her kids had run off to. Rosie was easy to find. Cass had brought her to the kitchen and they already had a tea party in full swing.

”Mommy! Mommy! Come take a sip? Cassie made the tea!” the excited little girl cried out as she got down from her chair and ran over to her mother. Most of the tea had found a home on her dress and on the floor, but there was enough left for Y/N to drink a small amount.

“Mmmm, Cassie did a really good job didn’t she?” Y/N said, genuinely enjoying the flavor of the little bit she got to taste. At her words, Cass smiled and poured herself some more tea.

“Yeah, and we are gonna eat cookies and tell stories and have lots of fun and you are invited!” Rosie said and she climbed back up into the chair.

“Well, that sounds very nice, but I am actually going to go and look for your brother. Do you know where Mattie is?” Y/N asked, smoothing the flyaway curls on her daughter head.

“I think he went off with Uncle Dick.” Rosie said, as she attempted to pour more tea with Cassie watching carefully.

With the information she needed, Y/N set off to find her missing child. She heard him before she found him. He was telling Dick all about life and the universe as his little feet walked the balance beam.

“Chase is my favorite, he’s the police dog” Mattie babbled “and then there is Marshall the firedog and Rubble is a construction worker dog and-”

“Wow that is a lot of dogs.” Dick said putting the little boy back on the ground.

“Yeah, and there are even more.”

“Hey, buddy what are you and Uncle Dick up to?” Y/N said, striding forward to save Dick from more explanations about Paw Patrol.

“Oh! He’s teaching me gymnastics!” Mattie said excitedly “He was just about to help me with the trapeze!!!” he finished, running over to the ladder as fast as he could.

“Matthew Alexander Todd, if you climb that ladder, I will make sure Santa brings you nothing.” Y/N said as the little boy lifted his foot to put it on the bottom rung.

“But Uncle Damian says Santa doesn’t exist. He says he stayed up aaaalll night and he didn’t see nothing.” Mattie said turning to look at his mother.

“Well, I say that it doesn’t matter what Uncle Damian says he saw, if you touch that ladder you won’t be seeing anything under the tree.” Y/N said, crossing her arms and looking down her nose.

“Listen to your mother, Mattie, she makes the rules.” came Jason’s voice from the doorway.

“Daddy!” Mattie said, forgetting all about the ladder in favor of running to his father.

“Hey little man, what have you been up to?” Jason said, lifting his son into the air.

“Uncle Dick was helping me walk on the thingie” Matt chattered

“Balance beam.” Dick supplied

“Anyway and then we were going to go up on the trapeze, but then Mommy said I wouldn’t get any presents if I touched the ladder.” Mattie finished, casting a bitter glance at the woman in question.

“Well, that sounds pretty fair to me. What do you say we go sneak and see if there are any cookies in the kitchen.” Jason whispered conspiratorially, faking sneaky glances all around.

“Yeah” Matt answered in a similar tone as he wiggled down and ran out of the room with Jason right on his heels.

Later, after a [mostly] uneventful dinner, they all gathered around in the living room.

“Now that we are done with that culturally mandated pretense, it is time for Christmas Eve presents.” Damian said, settling into an armchair by the fireplace.

“Wait, what makes you think that we will let you open presents on Christmas Eve?” Bruce asked in an amused tone.

“It is a widely held custom in many american families, is it not? Even so I do not think you could stop me from opening a singular present at this moment.” Damian said confidently

“Well, then I guess you guys are opening up one present.” Y/N said “Jay, do you know which ones we decided on letting them open?”

“Yeah, they are right here in the bag you put them in.” Jason said, holding up the object in question.

“Wait, does this mean we are all opening a present tonight?” Tim asked

“Nah, Timmy, it is just for the kids. Although I guess that would mean you are eligible.” Jason said with a smirk

“Jason.” Y/N said firmly

“I was just kidding, Y/N.” Jason sighed “I guess if anybody wanted to open a present they could.”

“Good, because I actually have something for you.” Y/N said, handing the presents to the children and then reaching into the bag to pull out an envelope.

“A card? Gee thanks, doll, it is all I ever wanted.” Jason said as he opened it up.

“Just look at it, will you?” Y/N said, suddenly nervous.

When Jason opened the card up, his eyes went wide and he froze.

“What is it?” Dick asked hesitantly.

Jason quietly held up the card to show a picture of an ultrasound taped to the inside.

“We are gonna have another baby.” He said in awe.

ok but talk to me about demigod kids who abuse ambrosia and nectar??
(probably more so the former because nectar’s effects, when tired out, are more fatal)

younger kids who miss their parents’ authentic home cooking / snacks that made them happy, kids who use it as a pick-me-up / argue that it’s in small doses, kids who overall just depend on the sensation of something familiar and warm after surviving one/two wars and are tired of feeling paranoid and scared

they come to the infirmary with sporadic fevers, hallucinations, muscle pain, polydipsia, etc. and will doesn’t know how to approach/diagnose all these different symptoms and he’s never seen anything like it before until he actually catches one of the kids looking through the infirmary for some ambrosia lying around

The baby is napping and he big kids went with MD to run a couple quick errands. I need to clean out the pantry but it’s so peaceful right now it would be a shame to waste the moment.

Secret Admirer!Bambam

[Secret Admirer!GOT7 6/7]

  • Awww this idiot as a secret admirer it would be cute and so awkward
  • Like can you imagine this idiot doing something cute but having it go completely wrong?
  • But making it a big deal and completely embarrass himself?
  • He’s such an idiot I love him.
  • Okay lets begin
  • Bambam would fall in love with his close personal friend after so long
  • I mean he seems like that type to date around but get his heart broken constantly
  • Picture it as a high school type of drama thing
  • He would date all the problematic people in class
  • He wasn’t a fuckboy he was the sweetheart but time and time again he got his heart broken
  • But you were his best friend so you did two things 1. talked mad shit every single time about his decisions and 2. comfort him
  • Sure you liked him but you weren’t going to ruin a friendship over you having a crush on him.
  • Plus you thought he would never have any feelings for you.
  • Well you were wrong on that way wrong on that.
  • You see Bambam has always had a thing for you but he never thought you would say yes when he confessed to you.
  • All the girls he dated resembled you in some sort of way. Like some had the same hobbies of you stuff like that
  • But he got tired of waiting around hoping you would show some type of affection for him so he took matters in his own hands.
  • He always had a thought of how he would confess for you but he was too chicken
  • BUT he finally decided to do it.
  • He knew you had this one weird obsession that he thought was super cute. So let his plan activate
  • You and Bambam shared a few classes together but the one the two of you both loved was astronomy. 
  • The study of stars, space, and the possibility of aliens. 
  • One day you wanted to be a complete nerd and have a star named after you.
  • That was a far fetched idea but you really wanted ti.
  • Everyday for two weeks when you walked right into your astronomy class there was a picture of the night sky that has a bunch of stars, constellations, and planets.
  • At first you thought it was a group thing or project but no one else had it and the teacher played dumb.
  • You were getting stares every single day in class
  • During the second the week the pictures were being zoomed in on a specific area.
  • You remember when you gave Bambam shit for his exs? Well he was giving shit over this
  • he would say things like “this has the be the world’s lousiest stalker because wtf is this?”
  • You were getting annoyed by the whole thing because you couldn’t figure out what it meant. 
  • Friday you were staying late at school because of some after school activity and when you had to go to your locker to grab your books 
  • but when you opened your locker door about 40 pictures of that was the same one that was left at your class.
  • At the back of your locker there was a message saying “meet me in the middle of the football field in 30 minutes. love your secret admirer.
  • You were like wtf cause how was this a secret admirer.
  • this is the worlds shittest secret admirer” kept going through your mind over and over.
  • When you walked to the football field you didn’t see the bright lights on, you say tiny little lights in the center.
  • When you got to the middle of the field you say a telescope and a guy that was your suppose to be your secret admirer.
  • He, this guy, turned around and you see that its Bambam.
  • Before you can say anything he spoke first.
  • “Look okay this was the worst way of me of confessing but when you find out what that picture means it’ll be a awesome way of confessing. You always wanted a star named after you so that’s what I got you. Come look.”
  • Literally you were dying on the inside but as you were about to look rain happened..
  • A lot of it.
  • And a lot of screams happened as well.
  • You see Bambam’s friends were screaming loud. Especially this blonde kid and he went running to his car and slipped into a a pile of mud. stupid ass jackson
  • You went running towards the bleachers with Bambam.
  • You made an agreement that tomorrow night the both of you were going to go on a date and see the star tomorrow.
F#*king marry me already

TITLE: F#*king marry me already


AUTHOR: Valarie Ravenhearst2


Imagine Loki trying to propose to you, trying to make it the most perfect occasion. But every time that it comes to the big night, something happens, like you getting sick or have to work, so it keeps getting put off because he wants it to be perfect


NOTES/WARNINGS: the usual stuff ;)

I don’t know why I bother running when I’m stressed; all it does is get me more pumped up. As I continue jogging down the footpath I can see a group of older teens, further along, messing around with skateboards. As I get closer one of them tries to do some trick but stacks it and falls to the ground just in time for me to run into him – sending me flying over him and tumbling along the pavement. 

I’m fine. 

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