they always yelling to me for feed them or clean their toilet

Future Baby Mama (Chris Kreider)

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Would you possible be able to write one for Chris kreider?? I love that man and I love your writing! Could it be about him having to babysit a teammate’s kids and needs helps so he calls the reader over and you guys just have a fun time and he starts talking about one day have kids with the reader.

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“I am in way over my head.” You’re not quite sure what to think when the first words out of Chris’ mouth upon calling you are not the standard greeting.

“Hello to you too, Chris. Why are you in way over your head?” You ask.

“(Y/N), I’m serious. I’m literally at DEFCON 1 right now.”

“Why are you ready for nuclear war?” You deadpan.

“Marc and Lindsay are having a date night tonight and they asked me if I could watch the girls. I figured that it wouldn’t be too difficult; they’re three and one, what harm could they do? You wanna know the answer?”

“A lot of harm?”

“A lot of harm!” He says. “I caught Anna trying to give the cat a bath in the toilet and the baby is constantly crawling away from me!” You can’t help but to laugh at your poor boyfriend’s situation right now. “Can you please come over and help me?”

“I don’t know, I’m a little busy right now.” You tease, when in reality you’re just sitting on your bed and watching Riverdale.

“Please? The baby’s cute when she’s not trying to escape.” He barters. You’re already up and grabbing your keys before he uses the baby’s cuteness as a weapon.

“I’m on my way.”

“Oh thank God-Anna do not draw on the wall!” He yells as you laugh and hang up.

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@sparklemichele I just have to XD

You pick up your daughter, Elena from her crib and places her directly on Eric’s hairy chest as he casually browse his tab. Immediately, he glares at you.

“Unless you want to clean the toilet, mind her for a sec”, you say before disappearing to do house chores. You know Eric doesn’t mind, in fact he secretly enjoys it.

When you told Eric that you’re pregnant, his response was he shrugged and said ok. Of course, you feel slightly offended like he doesn’t give a shit, but after a while, you noticed how he always bring home the food you’ve been craving, holding your hair and rubbing your back while you puked and other things where no one sees. He loves doing all those, but just for you to see.

Once done, you pick her up and places her at her high chair as you start to make lunch. Eric strolls in and picks Elena up. If anyone, minus his best friend Reilly, ever sees Eric making funny faces and cooing his daughter, he’d kill them.

“Eric, Max is sending me out to Amity tomorrow. You mind looking after her until I return tomorrow evening? I don’t think I can bring her with me”, you ask as you chop the vegetables.

Eric looks at you, slightly horrify by the idea. He needs to look tough as a leader and how is he supposed to do that when he’s holding his daughter? Elena would definitely be terrified of him after that. He sighs.

“Fine”, he says as he shrugs.

(The Next Day)

Reilly notices a pink bag on the floor of the training ground. Then, he notices Eric setting Elena down and let her wander around the training ground.

“Where’s (Y/N)?”, he asks.

“Max sends her off to Amity. Some issue with the security there”, says Eric. The initiates begin to enter, but the transfers stop dead track when they see Elena. The Dauntless born make their way around her.

“Alright, today we will be sparring each other. Dauntless born vs. The Transfers”, says Eric.

“Does this kid included?”, asks one transfer. The Dauntless born look at him as if he’s insane.

“Dude, that’s Eric’s kid”, one Dauntless born jab the transfer to shut him up.

“Rei, sort them out”, says Eric and Reilly nods before executing the order. 

As Eric and Reilly observe the fight, little Elena toddles her way back to Eric and tugs his pants. “Dada, hungry”, she says.

“Can you wait? We’ll finish soon enough”, says Eric, but Elena pouts and shakes her head.

“No, hungry”, she says and Reilly chuckles.

“Jeez, she’s so you through and through”, he says and Eric jabs his side.

“You mind watching over them?”, asks Eric as he picks Elena up.

“Yeah, sure daddy-o, better feed her before (Y/N) kills you for starving your own child”, says Reilly, still smirking.

Eric brings Elena to the mess hall. As he shoves a burger in his mouth, he feeds his daughter some mashed potato and jell-o. Peter snickers to see Eric playing dad when he’s always the tough stone cold leader. Noticing Peter, Elena uses her fork and stabs Peter’s arm, causing Peter to jerk away in pain.

“No laughing!”. she yells. Eric smiles and kisses her hair.

“Oh boy…”, Max mumbles. What is more terrifying? Eric or his mini-me who is just as same, maybe twice the murderous Eric is?

(That Evening)

You pass by Peter and notices his bandaged arm. Eric must’ve done something. Who else could’ve done it? When Eric explained, you simply stare at him with disbelieve.

“She did what?”, Elena was the one to stab Peter?

“What? He was laughing at me and my daughter didn’t like her father being laughed at. He’s lucky she didn’t bite him or something”, says Eric as he casually scrolls his tablet. You roll your eyes.

You check on Elena and sees she’s sleeping with a smile on her face. “You had fun, didn’t you?”, you kisses her and tucks the blanket up to her chin. You walk out and kiss Eric.

“You did a great job, daddy”, you say.

Eric smirk. Of course he did.



Mabel stirred.

“Sir! SIR!

There were huffing and snorting noises coming from outside, heavy thuds on the floor, almost like…. Clops?

“Sir, sir you cannot bring a horse into the hospital-“

The door slammed open.


Mabel looked over at Henry, who was holding the girls, and looking completely befuddled. Next to him, holding Hank and on this plane for the low low price of a Snickers bar, floated Dipper, looking equally confused. Though he shouldn’t since he knew their guest.

She grinned. “Hey President Trembley!”

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Pay to Play

Chapter Two

Charlotte Green is a shy and studious medic student living in London struggling to pay the bills; she joins a ‘sugar daddy’ website and gets selected by none other than Tom Hiddleston, a notorious bachelor and extremely wealthy City solicitor, with a few little kinks.

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I learned quickly that Tom is not a patient man. He gave me a grand total of two days breathing space between our ‘agreement’ and our first ‘date’. I also learned that Tom does not text. Ever. Which, of course, meant that I had to call him any time I wanted a chat- not that that was ever likely to happen voluntarily. His phone call concerning our date was curt and largely bare of instructions; all I had to do was be ready for 3pm sharp. I had no clue what he had in mind, or how long it was going to take. I woke up especially early the morning of, even though it was a Saturday, to get some much needed studying fitted in. I got so carried away that I completely forgot about lunch, and really anything but my assignment.

It wasn’t until I heard my flatmate, Saranya, staggering loudly into our cupboard-sized bathroom that I remembered: time. I dived for my phone and began hyperventilating when the digits 14:27 winked back at me. I was still in my raggedy Snoopy pajamas, my hair was in dire need of a thorough lathering and honestly, I couldn’t set foot outside the flat without a bit of makeup on my tired face.

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Long Miserable Rant

Confession. Please read all of it if you have the time.

Guys i need your help. I’m 24 years old and still living with my family. I feel miserable. I’ve been trying to get out from under my family for years. I had a job about 3 years ago and got layed off and been jobless ever since. I’ve been looking for jobs all over the place and I mean everywhere! no one is hiring or I don’t qualify for the job. I can’t even get a job at mcdonald’s or any other fast food chain because their either not hiring or I don’t qualify and they won’t give me a chance. Almost every time a bill comes in the mail I get stressed out because my family member will look at the bills and give a long drawn out blow and look at me and say “ you gotta beat the pavement” or “you need to find something to help out.” I feel like a failure. I’m trying my best to find a job. I even told the jobs I would volunteer for awhile, but they don’t budge. I know I’m not suppose to just take anything but I’m in desperate need right now. The last job I had was at a factory, but no factory jobs are hiring. This has been going on for 3 long years now and I know I’m going through depression. I feel like I shouldn’t even eat because when they bring food I didn’t help pay for any of it so I feel like I don’t even deserve to eat. I have to put on a smile and okie dok everything my family tells me to do because I live under their roof.

My family is really manipulative as well.I love them, they feed me and shelter me and I shouldn’t be complaining because people have it way worse than me, but my family has messed with my mental state.

I’ll give you SOME examples because if I tell you everything they do I’ll be typing up here for a few years.

I have a sister who is a really really jealous minded person and manipulative. When we were in school, she would find out who some of my friends were and she would tell them lies about how I talked about them and their weight or I told a secret that I wasn’t suppose to tell and they would believe her and to this day, these people won’t talk to me because of something she said. When she brings friends over she tells them that I always tell her that I’m better than she is (I’ve never said anything like that, nor do I think that) and that I pick at her weight and there are some more things she told them, so they walk around in my house ( my parents house) looking at me up and down or staring at me.

When I tried to tell my family what they were doing they said it was just my imagination. She will walk by with her friends laughing and talking and will look at me in the corner of her eye to see if I’m looking. Guys she’s done more stuff than this. I was angry and wouldn’t speak to her because I felt like if I did I would yell and scream and end up fighting her. When I stopped talking to her, she would do things that  nobody claimed they saw. Like I was sitting in the car and the doors were open. She comes out and slams all the doors to the car and walks back in the house to sit down. Guys, I know this sounds petty but she really is a manipulative person and has done worse things. My family was getting mad at me because I wasn’t talking to her like everyone else was forcing themselves to do.

Then she got pregnant. We ended up talking, but she would still try to do things to get something started like she was saying that the family said I will never have a baby and I’ll die alone ( mind you, she was 18 and had a one night stand when she pregnant and the guy doesn’t want her) She also told me one day to feel her stomach to feel the baby move when I did I started to smile, then she jerked my hand out the way to get a reaction out of me.

She had the baby. Everyone was in the hospital room holding the baby. When I held the baby she was watching me while I smiled and talked to the baby then all of a sudden she says “ okay put my baby down” and she only did it to me and no one said anything to her. After getting out the hospital, she never kept the baby and I mean never. She would (and still now) drop it off at a family members house and leave. I know my mom finally told her to take care of the baby. My sister got angry ( mind you, I had nothing to with the fight). She starts an argument with me just so she makes it seems like I made her leave the house with the baby. She’s being really dramatic and packing up the babies things and her things and her friends come to pick her up and they all speed off in the car. And I was left with the backlash. They made it seem like it was my fault that she left because my mom was crying on the phone and telling my grandmother (who I staying with at the time) about it.

Ya’ll I can’t even write down how much my family has done to my mental state.

I moved from my grandmas house because all of a sudden my sister wanted to move in. I had to clean up after her and the baby because she wouldn’t do it while my grandmother was at work. She would leave the house and I would have to watch the baby. My grandmother would make me drive her anywhere she needed to go knowing that me and my sister were not on good terms and I had to do it because I was living under her roof.

When I moved ( by the way I stayed with my grandmother most of my life, from when I was little til recently,) my grandma was telling everyone I moved out because I didn’t want to follow by her rules anymore and would throw bible scriptures in my face. I didn’t know what else to do bit cry. I was angry and heartbroken that my grandmother lied on me like that. I always and I mean ALWAYS did what my family told me to do. I never disrespected my grandmother, my parents, or anyone else in my family. I always did what they told me and I was always trying to please them and I never talked back. My sister and my other two siblings (I have two brothers and two sisters, my other sister isn’t disrespectful either)  was always the one’s cussing them out and fighting my mother and my dad and I mean physically.

When I got home from school before my grandmother came and picked me up, my mother would make me clean up after my brothers. The house just stayed nasty because of them. They would pee all over the toilet and outside of it and I would have to clean it. They would dip and leave dip cans all over the place and I would have to clean it and they would be sitting in the room playing video games (since I’m out of school, I don’t go to the house much, but when I do I notice that my brothers always leave the house a mess and won’t help my parents clean the house. Every time my mom and dad tell them to come down out there room and help clean they roll their eyes and cuss under their breath and half way clean. My mom tells me she will pay me 5.00 if I clean something in the house, but I refuse to do it and she gets mad and walks away.

My two brothers used to fight my parents all the time and would leave holes and all the doors missing in the house. My mother was always taking up for them regardless but never me. She said that I was always trying to act perfect and like miss goody two shoes. My brothers were always fighting each other and me. One day my brother had jumped on our little sister while I was gone to school. Then we ended up fighting. and my brother gave me a black eye. When my parents came home, my dad saw my eye and got mad at my brother, he was about to start yelling at him until my mom came in crying and saying how I gave him scratches (that no one could saw) and said “it takes two to tango, you always walking around like you perfect and he got scratches all over him, with long ass finger nails” and said some more things. After that my dad didn’t say anything.

He never took up for me when my mom treated me like that. Never. Every time my mom would say something he would just sit there. My dad is a good man he works really hard and provides for his family and always makes my mother happy, I used to tell people that I wanted a man like my dad  but I felt like deep down that I really didn’t mean that because he would let my mom say anything to me.

I think some of my family ( my mother and siblings) liked the fact that people didn’t like me because when I told them the things they were doing they would still bring them around the house and talk to them. They would invite them to cookouts but wouldn’t invite me. When I came around my siblings would look at me like they were discussed that I was there and look up and down at me and keep talking their friends.

I’m so sorry this was a long post, I’m just sitting here crying with my heartbreaking. I’m not trying to play victim and I’m not trying to act like I’m perfect just because I didn’t beat up on my parents and didn’t disrespect them. I never tried to make anyone feel like that.

I want to move to a place where I can dream and put actions to those dreams. The place I have in mind is S.Korea. I want to write novels, I want to sing , I want to be a model, and do some more things. I know running away from my problems is not the answer, but I don’t call it running, I call it not putting up with their mess anymore and getting life started.

I feel like I may be too old for some of my dreams, but I hope not. The only thing I can think of is to stay in school for two years and get a teaching job in Korea, but I still need a job now.

I ran out of ideas. I’ve been to job fairs and temp agenicies, fast food places, and anywhere else you can think of but I don’t ever hear anything from anyone, I call people almost everyday, but their no help. I’m always giving out my resumes and asking if their hiring. I feel so useless and used.

I feel like I’m in the way and that I’m just a waste of space. I feel like I don’t know my real self. Everyone is always volunteering me to do things and never ask me before hand because I don’t have a job. Please if any of you who read this please give me any suggestions or advice. Let me know. Thank you.