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anonymous asked:

So, what if Guz has a thing for chubby/over weight girls, but since he lives on a beach island, they're hard to come by, and completely falls head over heels for the new chick on the island. The grunt girls don't get it and think it's a joke so they pick on her and take her Galvantula after a few very difficult attempts. Guzma is furious and there's hell to pay but he's still a nervous faux confident dork when trying to return him to her.

I wanted to make this a little happier. so only one grunt makes fun of you. The other ones including Guzma just wanna smash. (and go out with you)

“Hmmmmooooooooh my god! Baby girl’s got it goin’ on wit that booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts!”

“Right?! Brah how the shit we gonna talk to baby girl? Gotta think a somethin’ original. Somethin’ that’ll make her all hot ‘n bothered!”

The grunts had Guzma at “booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts”, which for various reasons got his attention and caused him to lean over the decrepit railing a little further to hear what the two boys at the bottom of the staircase were saying. Guzma was on the rebound. One of the girl grunts with stringy pink hair hadn’t been wifey material. Too high strung for his taste, and so skinny and obsessed with her looks that it had tired him out trying to reassure her after a while. But when she hit him after he disagreed with her that had been the final straw. So despite the tears and text messages begging him to get back together with her, Guzma was on the lookout for another piece of ass.

Shame he couldn’t find anyone to make it worthwhile. He watched with a snarl on his face as the grunts below were gesticulating wildly, talking about a “super cute shorty” that had been at the malasada shop in Malie City. You were supposedly a new face compared to the same old locals they saw day in and day out, had been feeding a dry malasada to your spider pokemon that Guzma assumed was an Ariados until he heard:

“Nah man, that ain’t no weird Ariados like Boss Man got.” Said one. “That’s a Galvantula.”

“Hoooooh boy, God been reading my dreams.” Moaned the other. “The hell I gotta do to get a piece of that thick, strong Pokémon trainer ass? I’d give anything for her to talk to me… Totally fucked it up when she looked at me an’ I threw West side at her!”

“ ‘s one a them reflexes.” Replied the other, patting his friend’s shoulder. “She come up to me wantin’ to know where the library was at ‘n I fuckin’ axed her if she wanted to battle! Wiped the floor with my sorry ass using like two bug Pokémon, but she put my money in her back pocket! Like to think that’s kinda the same thing as touchin’ that juicy booty a hers.”

Now he was extremely interested. In fact Guzma was just about to go downstairs and ask the boys where they’d last seen you when another grunt, couldn’t have been more than thirteen, came running at them with a rather cute little purse in the shape of a watermelon.

“Look guys!” he squeaked. “Got that ugly hoe’s Pokémon for ya! It’s one a them spiders right? Wonder how much its worth. Stupid easy to swipe from that dumb bitch when she went to pick up her napkin from under the table!”

He began laughing. Thinking naively that he’d done good, that he’d probably even be commended for his good work. In the middle of a hearty laugh he was about to ask his brothers if he’d done good, when a large hand swiped the bag from his hands before the two grunts could lay into him.

“Boss man?!” one of your admirers squeaked. Guzma looked harshly at the young one with an expression that indicated he’d get a good beating later for being cruel. He briefly asked the two where you were headed to last, got two very shaky replies that he could find you in the library if he hurried before it closed, and immediately was out the door stomping off into the rain.

Turns out he didn’t have to walk far. He found you immediately in Ula’Ula Meadow, the only one there crying as though your heart was about to break. A kind little girl was rubbing your back, trying to console you by insisting together with her and her partner Oricorio you would all find your companions.

“We’ll find your friends.” She said gently, rubbing your back. “Galvantula aren’t common here. Someone’s bound to, oh! Please sir!”

She flagged Guzma down, running swiftly over to him.

“My friend… She can’t find her Pokemon! Someone took her bag and everything when she was picking some trash off the floor. Have you seen a bag that looks like a yellow and red watermelon? It’s got a Galvantula, Dewpider, and a Fomantis!”

Guzma was so captivated when you looked over at him, eyes widening in realization when you saw the bag that hung limply at his side. He tried to hold it out to the lass in front of him, attempting to speak, but your captivating glance rendered him mute.

“My bag!” you cried joyously, running towards him and taking it gratefully. “You found my bag!”

“That’s your bag?” asked the other girl, stars in her eyes as she looked at Guzma innocently. “Wow! Thank you so much sir! You have no idea how much it means to her!”

Nothing came out of his mouth. His entire being was consumed with the way you smiled, with the way you wrapped your chubby arms around him and cuddled him in a hug. You were vastly tiny compared to him, but he couldn’t help but understand what the grunts were talking about.

Every aspect of you was adorable, from your cute head with a sunhat to your cute feet.

“…Welcome…” he muttered.

“I have to thank you somehow mister!” you insisted, still holding him in a hug and looking up innocently. “Let me treat you to something? You like malasadas? I can get you all the ones you want?”

He might’ve said yes, because the last thing he knew was that he was tripping over his own two feet in his haste to follow you through the meadow and off to town where you were going to treat him to a meal.

This must have been what winning the lottery felt like.

lumiiinas  asked:

BOi i am back omg i love every scenario u make like no joke,, ur great,, we love you,, hope ur healthy,, buT yeah can i rq a scenario with Aomine, Haizaki, Hanamiya, Kagami and Nebuya where their s/o wakes up a bit later than them and when they come downstairs they're in nothing but their partner's shirt and they're all sleepy and snuggly and clingy to them and they boys find it cute how they're so inimate and pure 🌝

OH god i forgot one person in my ask if yA dont mind can you add Kiyoshi? ThAnk

Of course I can sweetie! And thanks for requesting from me once more! I really enjoy seeing what you guys come up with, so it’s never a dull moment with some of these requests!


Aomine: Usually Aomine was the late sleeper between the two of you.. But upon seeing you still sleeping, hair splayed across the sheets, he didn’t try to disturb you, heading downstairs to make food. 

Again, he was at a loss, since you did all the cooking and preparations for the morning.. But he tried to make sense of things, searching through cookbooks to find a decent enough recipe.

At least until your arms wrapped around him. 

He paused, eyes wide as he turned to look at you, clad in his shirt and hair still in disarray.. There was a soft frown, as if you were upset he’d left you alone, and oh god.. He’s never seen you this.. adorable in his life..

“Dai-chan…” you mumbled, snuggling in the fabric covering his chest, “Come back to bed.. I’m cold…”

He didn’t hesitate, dropping everything and carrying you back to bed, where he was sure to make you so warm, you were forced to strip from his clothing.

Haizaki: He really didn’t want to leave the bed, but his stomach and the cries from his mom urged him to get up, though he was cranky and irritated. He left you under the blanket, unaware you’d woken up after he left, and he went to check around, eyebrows furrowed deeply…

Tch.. he was having a pleasant dream until he was interrupted..

He didn’t hear soft steps, but he almost jumped when you came to hug him, a tiny whine leaving your throat.

“Shogo-kun!! C..Come back to bed..” you paused, noticing the irritation on his face, “….Please…?”

God… he was completely finished.. As much as he hated being asked to do anything, seeing you like this, begging for him to come back to bed.. He really couldn’t deny you… His needs overstepped his wants, and he didn’t bother to say anything, just nodding slowly and let you guide him.

He was determined to erase that innocence from your face.

Hanamiya: Mornings were never his forte… In fact, Hanamiya hated them as much as he hated teams who worked together.. 

But this morning.. It was somehow… different.

He didn’t realize how innocent you were until you’d came to him, in only his shirt, and hugged him from behind with sleep in your eyes. He’d really thought he erased all your innocence away..

This expression, however, was much more… child-like..

As annoyed as he was with mornings, this one didn’t seem as bad when you looked at him, like that . However, those thoughts only lasted for a few minutes, before he clicked his tongue, carrying you back to bed roughly.

You may be cute, but he could be cuter.

Kagami: He’d never get used to seeing you right when he wakes up. That’s why Kagami had to immediately vacate his room, before he’d chose to listen to his inner voice, telling him to stay with you and re-enact last night’s events.

His cheeks burned just thinking about it, so he shook his head, focusing on the breakfast he was intending on making for the two of you. However, he wasn’t prepared for you to come in, adorning HIS shirt, one eye open as you yawned and hugged him carefully.

“W…Why didn’t you wake me… Tai-chan…?”

He swallowed, looking down at you, which was a mistake, as he’d seen part of your breast, and the marks he’d left on you before. He made a noise, turning around immediately and tried to think of what to say.. Y..yes.. why didn’t he wake you..?

Oh right.. He would’ve fainted and had a nose bleed..

“I.. I thought you could use s…some more… s…sleep!!”

He froze when you hummed, rubbing your nose against his back as you sighed, squeezing him tighter.

“You’re such a good boy, Taiga.. T..Thank you..”

There was a sudden crash, followed by a giant mess in the kitchen.. How you managed to make him destroy his house, Kagami will never know..

Kiyoshi: “___-____-chan…? W…Why aren’t you..?”

Kiyoshi really thought you would’ve still been sleeping, but he was utterly surprised when you followed after him, clinging to him like a child. His shirt didn’t help the matter, being way too big on you, and he found it in him to chuckle, though it sounded a little forced..

“Ah.. I see.. ____-chan wanted to be with me, hm?”

At your flustered cheeks, he knew he hit the mark, and he was quick to turn around, picking you up and holding you against his chest. He lightly kissed your forehead, smiling when you buried your face in his neck, and he massaged your legs.

“Alright then, just give me a few minutes to finish our breakfast and then we can go back to cuddling.. Okay?”

He could never erase that adorable look from your face, especially when you still wore his shirt.

Nebuya: He could tell from the previous night just how exhausted you were. For starters, you didn’t rebel to his suggestion of staying over. You let him put HIS clothing on you, and quite frankly, you’d crashed while studying for an upcoming test. Even when he woke up before you, Nebuya was shocked at how peaceful you were. 

So he’d decided to make breakfast for the two of you. Luckily it was a sunday, meaning there was no practice or classes.. Just a day in.. He heard pattering down the hallway, and as he turned to call your name, his voice stopped, and suddenly, he wasn’t so loud anymore..

You were ridiculously… adorable..

He was blushing when his shirt hung over your body, showing some of your bare legs, and you’d rubbed your eyes softly, yawning before walking towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

But what sealed the deal was how you’d lightly whined, cheeks a bit red as you mumbled,

“Ei-chan… Come back to bed…”

He tried not to make a sound, instead wrapped you in his arms and didn’t let go.

can we talk about shawn’s hair?

it’s so soft and bouncy and just looks like i could honestly live in it forever. 

like he’d definitely let you do stupid stuff with it and try and put it in little baby pigtails or something because he secretly just loves when you play with his hair. but when you’d try to take a pic of your work, he’d cover up his face and whine about how “i look dumb” and make you delete any photo evidence that it ever happened. 

his HATS LETS TALK ABOUT HIS HATS. the beanies kill me but seeing him in a beanie is so rare that i haven’t been able to fully develop my obsession. but the dad hats… the dad hats are another story. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi, how would RFA gang + minor trio deal with a short MC (like 5' and just tiny in general) that doesn't like being called cute, people patting their head, or being used as an arm rest, but would just barely make an exception for the person they're interested in/in a relationship with? Bonus if MC is just slightly older than them or is as old as Jumin and V. PS: Love the Professor Layton emoji's

Grouping these requests together, because what’s better than a short, older tsundere~? (PS i love this MC plz feel free 2 ask for them again)


Zen

  • “Ugh, if you have to send your selfies to someone, just send them to me so you don’t bother anyone else.”
  • because you HATE the fact that 707 lords the fact that ~he knows what you loooook liiiike~ over everyone, you send the group a picture to take him down a peg and
  • man
  • ZEN THINKS U ARE CUTE
  • He really can’t read you though, but that’s because you’re grumpy and incredibly hard to interpret. Even though you say you call him an unrepentant narcissist, you save every one of his pictures, and hold your phone to your chest whenever he says something nice to you.
  • Your form of encouraging him is mainly telling him that he is, objectively - it’s not anything about your personal opinion, it’s just objective - a good actor, and anyone saying otherwise is a moron.
  • that makes him feel weirdly good, particularly since - despite what you say - you’re always on his side and encouraging him in your own way.
  • he can’t help but call you cute and his princess which just
  • annoys you
  • but he also not doing it sarcastically which makes you feel weirdly nice but
  • THAT ALSO ANNOYS YOU
  • ZEN ANNOYS YOU
  • YOU HATE HIS DUMB HANDSOME FACE AGHHH
  • hE DEFINITELY does that thing where he puts his hand on the top of your head because you’re SO SHORT
  • and SO ANGRY
  • and he can just put his palm on your forehead as you try to get at him because he’s super buff and you’re just a tiny, ineffectual steamroller
  • “I AM A MATURE RESPONSIBLE ADULT DON’T TREAT ME LIKE THIS”
  • “i DO TAXES”
  • “I HOLD CONFERENCES”
  • “I AM HIGHLY RESPECTED IN MY FIELD WHY DO I GET TREATED LIKE A TOY AGHHHHHHhhHhhhHHhh”
  • ok Zen admittedly does tease you a lot b/c he thinks its funny but once he realizes that there is some actual baggage due to your height he lays off and actually starts specifically complimenting you on your intelligence, skill, and professional abilities
  • which takes you off guard and you really
  • really
  • like it.
  • (at one point, he does the hand-comparison thing with you - you and him putting your hands up against each other to see how big his is in comparison to yours - and he grins so widely and damn does your heart go pitter-patter)
  •  whenever you have a talk or something important to do he is ALWAYS THERE IN THE FRONT ROW
  • YAAA BABE GO GET ‘EM
  • (one day, one of your colleagues makes a short joke about you on stage and he’s like…. ready to fite someone)
  • He says to you later that he knows you can take care of yourself but he also wanted to deck that guy
  • (it’s time for doki-dokis from you SHIT)

Yoosung

  • you find it extremely difficult to be properly tsundere around Yoosung because he is just this adorable little chick of a person
  • like
  • just thinking about getting annoyed at him makes you feel weird
  • and as soon as you see his dumb cute face in his avatar you just kind of deflate and calm down.
  • (seriously Yoosung becomes your chill-out medicine whenever you hear his voice on the phone babbling about something ridiculous you’re like)
  • (okay)
  • (things aren’t so bad, Yoosung exists)
  • you do say exactly what you’re thinking regarding his grades tho - like yoosung, quit gaming and study christ
  • “you need to take school seriously”
  • “this is me, as a professor, telling you to shape up”
  • WAIT YOU’RE A PROFESSOR
  • “………iii…. am an intelligent, competent scholar who is well respected in my field, yes?” you say to the shocked chatroom, who had, from your picture, thought you couldn’t even be 20.
  • yoosung freaks out. DO YOU TEACH AT SKY UNIVERSITY, he says, ARE YOU SECRETLY ONE OF MY TEACHERS OMFG
  • well first of all yoosung, DON’T YOU THINK I’D RECOGNIZE U IF I TAUGHT YOU
  • (and also in the interests of not making it weird, you A.) don’t teach at his school and B.) are actually a very young, newly appointed professor)
  • but that does mean you have your Shit together, and you start getting on Yoosung about his academics. when he gets bad quiz grades, you offer to tutor him, because hot diggity are you smart
  • the two of you stay Just Friends for a pretty long time because Yoosung kinda really needs to grow up a bit like
  • you are around Jumin’s age but the life experience gap is still pretty extreme
  • but he starts to really, really admire you and how - even though you’re often gruff with him - you always believe in him and how he can do better
  • makes him want to really become an adult.
  • He starts working himself out. He takes his studies seriously, he relies on other people for less, he does his own taxes and becomes a much better cook…
  • you and everyone else are kinda shocked by the change tbh.
  • One time, when he’s with you, he looks down at you and stares for awhile and you’re like
  • oh fuck here we go
  • he’s going to be like “wowwwww i can’t believe you’re so MATURE when you look so CUTE and SMALL” because he’s done it before aND SO HAS EVERYONE ELSE
  • (you can’t get mad at him but it BOTHERS YOU)
  • but when you ask him what he’s thinking, he just shakes his head a little and says, “Do you think I look good next to you?”
  • “I’ve been trying really hard - do you think I can ever catch up and be a good match for you?”
  • “I want to be a mature guy you can feel comfortable relying on…”
  • (ahhhh????/??!?!?????)
  • (you’ve clawed your way to the top and here is this sweet mild person wanting u to rely on them?? that’s ODDLY ENDEARING??)
  • anyway yoosung tries 2 be a cool dude for the tiny, angry professor he loves and you are embarrassed

Jaehee

  • you actually have a pretty good working relationship with Jaehee because she is far too mature to join in with the other’s blatant disrespect of your height
  • you actually have a very ‘office ladies’ like friendship where you complain about the dumb people in your respective lives
  • “oh my god so this fellow professor i know did the DUMBEST FUCKING THING, i s2g if he didn’t have tenure”
  • “another cat project… another cat project….”
  • you frequently tell Jaehee to knock ‘em dead and she’s not sure if you mean that literally or not.
  • knowing u it’s probably both
  • Anyway Jaehee doesn’t really see much of your tsundere side directed at her, until she actually meets you in person.
  • the first time she sees you - really sees you - she is
  • struck
  • dead.
  • you are SO TINY and SO CUTE and OH GOD she just WANTS TO SEE YOU IN A FLUFFY DRESS HHHHHHH
  • seriously it’s like - the same feelings she gets about Zen? she gets about you, because not only did you come from low beginnings and claw yourself up with your blatant determination despite what others said about you (which she finds inspiring), you’re also so adorable
  • SHE WANTS TO STARE AT YOU FOREVER
  • cute features, tiny body, omg… omg…. o m g…………
  • omg jaehee, the serious office lady, is SWEATING
  • but she knows that she needs to keep her freakin’ mouth shut unless she wants to die
  • so she stews on this FLUTTERY FEELING and her INTENSE DESIRE TO JUDO KICK ANYONE WHO SO MUCH AS THINKS OF TROUBLING YOU…
  • (also you are extremely smart like you went to school and worked at the same time and you just got ur doctorate like um excuse me could you chill)
  • but she can’t contain it totally.
  • One day, she’s out shopping with you and she sees a cute, frilly dress in the window that would look so…. cute on you… and she stops and stares at it.
  • You look at her, clearly baffled because - Jaehee. Is that… your style…?
  • and she’s like no omg i just think it would look good on you
  • i mean
  • oh no
  • i SAID THAT OUT LOUD
  • and your eyebrows go up but Jaehee has the benefit of the doubt by now so you don’t blow up.
  • …….and the next time you guys go out together
  • you are wearing that dress she liked
  • and jaehee faints.
  • (she can die happy)
  • pictures of you start to join the altar of Zen she has in her apartment


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anonymous asked:

Do you do fic requests? Would you do some Solangelo or Jasper please?

‘Is this seat taken?’ Piper’s voice sounds innocent, unassuming. She’s also pointing at Jason’s lap, and that makes Jason choke a little on the laugh that follows. ‘No? Cool. Mind if I join you?’
‘Not at all,’ He answers in the same vein; as if they’re strangers who’ve just met. But he’s blushing, so he loses a little of that casual air Piper manages to exude. `I saved this spot just for you.`

They’re disgustingly cute, Nico thinks, watching them out of the corner of his eye.

Piper’s response is a grin, and then comes the bit that looks practiced. She gently situates herself on his lap right as Jason moves back a little to allow her more room, and his arm curls around her middle as she leans back into his chest–joking with one another all the while. That’s the part that baffles Nico. Jason and Piper managed to make it look so easy. He knew Jason was awkward beyond belief, and he knew Piper was a little frightened of rejection, but the two of them together made it work in a way that looked comfortable. Piper wasn’t scared of taking a risk with him, and Jason wasn’t scared of embarrassing himself with her. The end result was that strange bubble of closeness that seemed to engulf both of them, let them be idiots together. Disgustingly cute, Nico reminds himself. Is that how you want to be, too?

Well… Yes. No. Maybe? It’s not the toothache inducing level of sweetness he wants, it’s the ease. The familiarity. The space to breath and joke and not worry about whether he was matching up to the standard of a Good Boyfriend or not. Maybe that just came with being more open, or something? Gods, he doesn’t know. Maybe this being cute thing had something to it that he was missing out on?

‘Hiya, handsome. Mind if I join you?’

Nico blinks and Will’s freckled face comes into sharp focus. The sense of relief is almost palpable–now he’s not awkwardly sitting on his own in one corner of the cabin party, there’s no danger of uncomfortable discussions with strangers, either. Nico almost scoots to one side of the armchair he’s in, before he stops. Then, he stretches himself back, just as he’d seen Jason do to make room for Piper. Will stays standing, smiling still, though now a little confused. Now or never, Nico, he tells himself.

‘Yeah, sure. I–um,’ Don’t be a chicken, di Angelo. ‘I saved you a seat here.’ His cheeks turn pink as he says it, eyes going from his lap, to Will.

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anonymous asked:

Reactions for reader bringing home a kitten: Hanzo, Genji, Reaper, McCree, Zarya, and Junkrat? (If that's too much then they're in order of preference)

It took awhile but I did it. This was a fun prompt  :)

Hanzo

You had meant to lock the kitten in the bathroom before Hanzo got home, so you would have a chance to tell him about it before he saw it, but one thing led to another and you didn’t remember until it was too late. He walked in the door and the friendly kitty had walked right up to him and started nuzzling his shoes, seeking attention. He stared down at it in confusion.

“(Name)? Why is the a kitten?”

“The poor thing was abandoned and starving, I couldn’t leave it to die, so I brought it home. Do you mind if we keep it?”

You had no idea what Hanzo might say; the two of you had never talked about getting a pet before, but the kitten was so cute, you hadn’t been able to help yourself. For a second you thought he was going to refuse, but his face softened and he bent down to scratch the kitten behind the ears.

“I see no reason why we can’t,” he said. Looking back up at you, he told you, “But we are not naming it ‘Fluffy’.”

“You laughed. “Okay, okay, no naming it ‘Fluffy’.”

Genji

You fed the hungry looking cat one time, and now it acted like it belonged to you, or rather, like you belonged to it. It now hung around your yard all time, seeking more scraps. You thought Genji would be okay with the cat, but you weren’t sure you actually wanted to deal with looking after a cat. You’d have to figure out what kind of food would be best, take it to the vet, and change its litter box. Would it shed? Would it tear up the curtains? You’d never had a cat before, you had no idea how to actually care for one. But the cat had been hanging around for two weeks and it showed no signs of leaving. You finally decided to talk to Genji about, maybe he knew more than you.

You searched the house for him, finally finding him meditating in the bedroom. His mask was off and there was a calm expression on his face. You watched him for a moment before you noticed a familiar fur ball sitting in his lap, one hand idly petting it while he meditated.

“How did that cat get in the house?” You wondered to yourself.

As you watched the two of them, Genji opened his eyes. “Looks like we’ve got a new roommate,” he said winking at you. You laughed and sat down next to him, one arm around your boyfriend and the other hand petting your new cat.

Reaper

Why had you brought a kitten home? You could only think that you had had a momentary lapse in sanity, it was the only explanation. You were dating a man who wasn’t alive and who wasn’t dead, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to want a kitten. But it was to late, you had gotten it, and it looked so cute and happy that you could bare the idea of getting rid of it. Your boyfriend would just have to put up with it, you wanted something to cuddle when he wasn’t around.

You almost regretted the decision when he came through the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw the ball of fluff on the floor.

(Name), what is that?”

“It’s our new pet,” you told him, giving him a peck on his mask where he cheek would be. “It’s too lonely around here when you’re gone.”

“I’m not helping care for it,” he said.

“I’m not asking you too,” you said with a smile.


Three days later you saw him curled up with kitten on the couch, scratching it behind the ears. He denied it when you brought it up, but you knew that he liked your pet more than he let on.

McCree

“Hey, darlin’, I’m home,” your boyfriend announced as he closed the door behind him.

“Hey, Jesse,” you said as you came over to kiss him.  The two of you walked into the kitchen where he promptly sneezed loudly three times, scaring you. You had never heard him sneeze so loudly. “Gesundheit.”

“Thanks, dear,” he said before sneezing again. “Oh man, I don’t what’s come over me. Anyways, how’s the love of my life?” he asked leaning towards you.

“Pretty good. I got a kitten today.”

“A kitten? Really?” he said smiling. You smiled back; you’d known he’d like the idea of having a cat. “So where is this kitten then?” he asked.

The kitten was in the bathroom where you had left it, and Jesse picked up the tiny ball of fur to pet it. And then he sneezed.

And sneezed again.

And again.

And again.

He put the kitten down and tried to hold back his sneezes, but you could see it wasn’t working and that his eyes were watering. He sneezed for five minutes straight before finally getting a hold of himself. “Sorry, darlin’, I don’t know what’s going on,” he said.

“I do,” you said. He looked at you, obviously confused. “Jesse, you’re allergic to our new cat,” you told him.

“What?”

Zarya

When you had seen the box that had ‘free to a good home’ written on the side and a small kitten huddled in one corner, you hadn’t hesitated to pick it up and take it home. After you had set up food, water, and a litter box you texted your girlfriend to let her know about your new, tiny roommate. She hadn’t responded yet and you were starting to wonder if she didn’t want the kitten for some reason, despite the fact that she loved animals of every shape and size.

It wasn’t long before you heard the door open and in she came, holding a large plastic bag. The kitten jumped off your lap and went over at her feet, meowing desperately to get her attention.

“Hello, little one,” she said, picking up the small animal. “I see you know that I brought treats for you.”

“Treats?” you asked.

“Every cat owner should have treats for their cat,” she told you as she opened the bag she carried and gave the small cat a treat. She set the bag on the counter and told you she’d be right back, that she had to get something out of the car. Curious you walked to the door and watched as she carried in what could only be described as a small castle. A cat sized castle. A castle for your cat.

“Zarya, does the cat really need a structure this… big?” you asked.

“”Of course,” she said, setting it in a corner. You smiled. You couldn’t believe that you had been worried about her not liking the cat.

Junkrat

It’s just temporary, you told yourself, we’ll just keep it until we can find a better home for it. You couldn’t leave it to starve, even if your home was a terrible place for a cat, what with the garage being a bomb makers paradise. You put the kitten in the bathroom with some food, water, and a litter box you’d picked up, and closed the door. You didn’t want it wandering around the house where it could get hurt.

You kept going about your day, forgetting about the small animal you’d brought home, until you walked by the bathroom and saw the door open and the kitten gone. You searched every corner the house, panic starting to rise in you as your search failed to locate the missing animal. Walking past the door to the garage, you could hear Jamison talking to someone. Curious, you opened the door and walked in. Well, there was the cat.

Jamison was sitting at his workbench with the kitten laying over the back of his neck. He was explaining what he was doing to tell cat, telling it about different kinds of bombs and explosions. It was a ridiculously cute picture.

After a few minutes he caught sight of you, “ Oi, luv, this was a great idea to get this hairball. We needed another person around here.”

“I’m glad you think so,” you said smiling. You guessed you’d found a home for the kitten after all.

justasmalltowngeek  asked:

Love your stuff and this actually inspired by that Divorced! MC ask so, yay~ REQUEST: RFA+ V's reactions to discovering that, oh, MC has a young child (toddler-ish age I guess) that looks just like MC and nothing like they're other parent? How would they interact with this smol being?

eeeeeeeeeee thank uuuuuuu!!! and this was so fun to write omg

Jumin

  • he did not know this and seven definitely failed to mention this to him and Jumin makes a mental note to scold him
  • this is a child after all and honestly he has,,,, no clue what to do???
  • this man isn’t fantastic with children he can’t even hold the toddler properly and it is hilarious when he tries
  • jumin invited the chef once just to heat up a bottle of milk in the microwave. sir it is 2am. please.
  • he can’t change diapers either lol shout out to mc and the maid but once he learns he just. is traumatized but whATEVER he will!!! be!!! a good dad!!!
  • like he talks to this lil toddler like it’s a full grown adult and as if they could even respond
  • he’s a little taken aback because the resemblance is so uncanny??? did mc just have a kid with themself or 
  • the moment this drooling toddler grasps his finger with their whole hand he’s sold he loves this smol bean so much
  • HE LOVES READING THE TODDLER TO SLEEP SHUT UP I’LL FIGHT YOU ABOUT THIS FOR NINE AND A HALF YEARS 
  • mc swears his eyes sparkled looking at the baby
  • he swears to raise the child like his own and honestly he’s just very satisfied that mc is his and if that comes with a child in tow by all means, sure thing
  • i mean he knows like 0 things about how to raise a kid but he tries and makes jaehee suffer for it lol when will she get a break
  • once he does learn though he actively likes to reach out for the baby when he’s at home and he just wants the best for them and there will be so many designer baby clothes it’ll be nauesating

Zen

  • WHAT
  • he’s mentally screaming because he too knows like 0 things about children, okay maybe like how to hold a baby and how to microwave baby bottles but still 
  • he’s struggling with the concept
  • “you…. kid.,,,,, birth…….. child???” yes, this was gone over in sex ed if you were ever in class zen
  • he at least knows how to hold the tot
  • zen lowkey dies every single time he’s left alone with the tot because he’s just so confused about how to interact with a baby?
  • i mean for sure you’ve gotta give positive reinforcement and be nice to them and all that he’s not dumb
  • but…. how do you talk to a baby? what age do the even start?
  • so zen just makes a lot of dumb cooing noises and reenacts his musical numbers and the kid loves that shit
  • he’s really shocked that the kid looks just like mc and he needs a side by side comparison and can’t get over it like
  • he sends the photo of mc holding their child in the RFA chat and just can’t comprehend that they look the fucking same
  • who even was that dad??? nah nvm he doesn’t care he’s just glad mc is with them
  • he babyproofs the house with duct tape and whatever he could grab at his nearest convenience store
  • also adds a lock on their door just in case because he doesn’t want this smol innocent bean to walk in on zen and mc doin the nasty

Jaehee

  • hol d the fuCK up what
  • i mean it isn’t a problem for her but it’s not what she expected so immediately
  • she buys baby clothes right off the bat and goes out to babyproof her place because god no this is a child 
  • it’s like a cat no shedding and more pooping and jaehee’s pragmatic side is actually fucking yelling but she adores mc so it is okay
  • she almost attacks seven for not telling about this earlier and he knew 
  • she knew he knew for sure 100% confirmed
  • and she was ready to strangle him but she still adores mc so she’s trying for her
  • the toddler keeps bothering jaehee whenever she has to do work but that’s okay, so jaehee just plops the lil thang on her lap and gets to watch her do her thing
  • honestly the kid calls jaehee mama once and jaehee literally falls over into a pit of hell she will now defend this baby for the rest of her LIFE
  • mother hen jaehee now actually has a lil chick to help raise
  • it’s a little hard at first but then the baby starts growing on jaehee and eventually she likes to be around the lil bub
  • sometimes the baby falls asleep on jaehee’s stomach and jaehee is just chillin, reading through files and not wanting to move
  • she’d rather die than disturb the sleeping baby
  • they are so pure, so small, so sweet,
  • but jaehee cannot change diapers and looks it up online
  • the concept was much cleaner and much easier oH God
  • jaehee genuinely considers signing up for newborn parenting classes

Yoosung

  • a baby helping raise a fellow baby
  • his tiny college dorm will not suffice for adequate baby-ing
  • his dorm barely suffices for himself what do you m e a n 
  • HE’S LIKE TWELVE HE CANT RAISE A TODDLER
  • he’s so awkward he’s only played with his younger cousins probably and like
  • he’s just. so conFUSED. what do babies need?? they eat and they poop it can’t… it can’t be too hard right
  • everyone teases yoosung for dating a milf n he doesn’t know what that means
  • smol innocent bean, no one tell him ever please
  • like everyone else he warms up to the little one eventually, probably the fastest to tbh 
  • the kid just looks so damn cute snoring and sniffling like that but once the crying begins oh no what the fu c k 
  • he cries when they cry lmao good fucking LUCK mc
  • he’s not used to waking up at 3am just because the little one is crying and wants someone to hold them but he’s very flattered that they calm down when yoosung plays with them for a bit
  • he luckily fares better than jumin did because at least yoosung knows where the baby aisles in supermarkets are
  • regardless this baby grows on him and yoosung likes pulling the whole “peekaboo” thing with the hands over his eyes
  • watching yoosung play with the baby is almost cuter than the baby
  • what a great future dad

Saeyoung

  • he knew oh boy o boy he knew
  • he’d honestly make the baby try on some of his wigs and take dumb photos to send to the rfa chat
  • memes the baby and its absolutely ridiculous
  • takes pictures of the baby when they’re crying n sends to the chat like “tfw u run out of phd pepper”
  • no seven attend to ur s/o’s TODDLER FUCK 
  • saeyoung really does try when he’s not cracking up about how funny it is the baby looks just like mc
  • he really finds it endearing and cute and wants to play with the lil bub all the time 
  • it’s even funny that they have the same haircut like lmao mc okay sure you’re not an alien that can make mini me’s
  • he takes great pride in teaching the bub how to walk!!!! even though mc knows that babies can learn to walk by themselves let him have this he’s so precious.
  • he really enjoys watching the baby fall like yes its potentially dangerous but cmon they look so fuNNY falling over on carpet flooring
  • sneaks the tot honey buddha chips even though mC SAID DON’T FUCKING DO THAT 
  • you gotta start them young yanno???
  • the toddler sleeps between seven and mc when they sleep jus cause the kid is so darn cute he cant resist
  • he’s basically a dad to that kid alright he is the alpha dad it doesnt matter who the biological father is he’s gonna call himself alpha dad and changes his name on the rfa messenger to that fight him 

V

  • the most qualified of the bunch besides from jaehee
  • he didn’t expect this but his reaction is a little watered down because internalizing his feelings 101 
  • he’s all like “oh. who’s this?” he knows who this is his brain jumped to the conclusions already o b oy o boy
  • and it’s undeniable that his hypothesis is correct because fucking look at that kid it looks like a smol bean copy of mc
  • he’s sweatin on the inside but on the outside his dumb art hipster boi turtleneck is just like i got u, dw u still look cool
  • is pretty good with knowing what a baby wants and makes baby formula for the lil one
  • not too great with changing diapers, but you know you can admire that he tried even though one of the legs is in the wrong hole but wha t e v er
  • enjoys letting the lil tot look at his photo albums and stuff and he takes endless photos of them because babies are just so cute
  • him and the toddler have naptimes on the couch together!!! mc has a photo of them as their wallpaper.
  • the most domestic family life e v e r v wakes up extra early to cook breakfast for the both of them 
  • v especially likes playing music throughout the house to stimulate the brain for the baby 
  • it’s probably like classical art or some underground indie chill music i stg
  • regardless he adjusts to this lifestyle easily and mc thinks v is just good at adjusting to new things but no
  • he just called every parent friend he knew when mc wasn’t around asking for advice and what to do and eventually picked up on things himself

anonymous asked:

HIII I have a sorta weird hc request lol. How would MC react to/take care of chibi!RFA? As in the RFA got shrunk (for a while) by a mysterious party guest or somethin lol i mean they're still the same but smol skdjfhsdfj (bc imagine a smol grumpy jumin) idk if this made sense tbh it was funnier in my head

honey i shrunk the RFA

Yoosung

  • “MC!”
  • MC just heard Yoosungs voice but where is Yoosung
  • “Yoosung? where are you?”
  • “down here!”
  • MC looks down and Yoosung is, in fact, down there
  • oh my god he’s so smol
  • like he’s always been smol but this is too much
  • MC leans down and lets Yoosung crawl into the palm of their hand, then brings him to their face
  • “why…why are you so tiny…?”
  • Yoosung is literally crying hysterically
  • “i dont know i was talking to a party guest and he pulled out this weird lazer thing and then everyone got really big and now im crying and-”
  • MC is trying so hard not to smile
  • Yoosung is clearly distressed but he’s just so…cute
  • “cheer up, Yoosung…”
  • MC uses their index finger to rub the top of his tiny head
  • he crosses his arms, pouting
  • “i’m hungry”
  • “alright i got this. just hold on a sec”
  • MC slips the small Yoosung into their pocket
  • they take a plate and put a small pile of rice on it
  • they sit at an empty table and take Yoosung out of their pocket
  • “bon appetit! tiny food for a tiny boy”
  • Yoosung complains that he’s a tiny man, then proceeds to grab a single grain of rice
  • he eats the whole thing in three bites
  • MC smiles at him
  • its just too cute
  • “see? i told you i’d take care of you no matter what”
  • Yoosung sits on top of the rice mound criss cross apple sauce
  • he grabs a few more grains, hoarding them in his miniature arms as he bites into one
  • “yknow what?”
  • he says, still chewing on half a grain of rice
  • “this aint half bad”

Zen

  • FUCK why is everyone so big
  • one second he’s charming and handsome, cutting a rug
  • the next thing he knows
  • EVERYONE IS VERY LARGE AND HE IS VERY AFRAID
  • oh thank god theres MC
  • “pssssst! babe!”
  • MC cant hear him, they’re too busy entertaining guests
  • alright, if they cant hear him they’ll just have to feel him
  • tiny Zen climbs onto MC’s shoe till he gets to their ankle
  • this better work…
  • he bites MC’s ankle as hard as he can with his small mouth
  • “ouch!”
  • MC looked down to see Zen waving his arms frantically at them from the top of their foot
  • they gasp and cover him up
  • “everything alright?”
  • “um yea i’m great i just think a big bit me. if you’ll excuse me, i think i need to go wash up for a moment”
  • MC rushes to the bathroom
  • they squat down on the bathroom floor (not touching it though cause that would be gross) and let Zen crawl into the palm of their hand
  • “Zenny, what happened to you?”
  • “not sure. all i know is that i’m too freaking small to do anything”
  • Zen crosses his arms
  • “hey, cheer up, Zen! you may be small but you’re still my handsome boyfriend”
  • his face turns bright red
  • “r-really?”
  • “of course! and to be honest, i’m kind of glad you’re like this cause not i can keep you all to myself”
  • “MC, you always know just what to say to me”
  • “i’d kiss you if i wasnt afraid you’re suffocate….”

Jaehee

  • one second she’s greeting guests
  • the next she’s almost beING STEPPED ON MY GUESTS
  • WHAT IS THIS??
  • WHY AM I SO TINY SUDDENLY?
  • she still has guests to greet and she has to make sure the catering is all in order and make an announcement to thank everyone for attending and
  • Jaehee has shit to do, alright
  • she starts running, dodging guests feet
  • gotta find MC gotta find MC gotta find MC
  • there they are
  • Jaehee climbs onto MC’s foot and starts screaming
  • “Jaehee, what the heck?! why are you small?”
  • they lift Jaehee up to their face
  • “no time to talk…”
  • Jaehee was panting from running to MC
  • “…we have an speech to give”
  • MC’s eyes widen
  • “speech?! no way! i send emails, not make announcements. i dont even have anything prepared”
  • “dont worry, i’ll help you. now put me on your shoulder and lets get on stage”
  • “c-cant Yoosung do it or something?”
  • “no. if i cant welcome the guests it should be you. you invited them all here, after all”
  • MC sighs, but admits Jaehee is right
  • they let Jaehee climb on their shoulder and take the stage
  • “i have the whole thing memorized so i’ll say something and you copy”
  • MC nods
  • “greetings, guests and friends. i am Jaehee Kang”
  • MC opens their mouth to speak
  • “wAIT DONT SAY THAT”
  • “greetings, guests and friends. i am the party coordinator for the RFA”
  • MC repeats Jaehee’s words into the microphone
  • “great, MC, you’re doing great….dont say that either”
  • MC smiles at the crowd
  • “i would firstly like to thank all of you for attending today”
  • MC repeats
  • by doing this Jaehee is still able to give her speech of welcoming even though she is very tiny

Jumin

  • this is absolutely absurd and not even physically possible
  • he never wanted to leave MC’s side during the party
  • but that one sketchy guest pulled him away and now everyone is so big and nothing makes sense and the room is too warm
  • ugh
  • Jumin doesnt want to bother with searching the room for MC because he doesnt want to get stepped on
  • instead he finds the table they were sitting at earlier
  • Jumin uses all of his strength to climb into one of the chairs and sits
  • he hears MC and Yoosung talking over the other voices in the room
  • “Yoosung, have you seen Jumin recently?”
  • “no, but maybe he went back to your table. try checking there!”
  • “good idea. thanks”
  • good. MC was coming back.
  • he sees them walk to the table and look around
  • “hmm, not here”
  • “MC, i’m right here”
  • they look down and gasp when they see little Jumin sitting in the middle of the chair cushion
  • “Jumin, is that really you?”
  • “yes, it’s me”
  • his arms are crossed and he doesnt even look up at MC as he talks
  • MC lays their hand down in front of him
  • “Jumin, will you come onto my hand so it’s easier for us to talk?”
  • “no”
  • MC leans down
  • “Jumin, please let me take care of you. i dont know why you’re so small but you need someone to watch over you and make sure you’re safe
  • “please just act as if i am my normal self”
  • “alright, fine”
  • MC stands 
  • “will you accompany me to go entertain guests?”
  • “of course, dear”
  • Jumin walks to the edge of the chair and looks down
  • the ground is kind of far away….
  • wait! MC’s already walking away!
  • no!
  • “MC, wait!”
  • they turn around and lean back down
  • “yes, Jumin?”
  • “maybe…maybe i do need a little help….”
  • they smile and let Jumin climb into the palm of their hand
  • “can you put me on your shoulder? i want to be able to see everything…”
  • Jumin was feeling embarrassed to make such a ridiculous request
  • “of course! i’ll make sure to keep you close even if you’re tiny”
  • Jumin blushes, but still wishes he could wrap his arm around MC

707

  • THIS
  • IS
  • FAN
  • TASTIC
  • think of the possibilities!
  • think of the pranks he could play on Yoosung
  • tiny Seven doesnt find MC, MC finds tiny Seven
  • they were talking to Jaehee when something moving across a nearby table caught their eye
  • “one sec, Jaehee”
  • the walk over the the table to see a miniature Seven
  • they grab him gently and place him in the palm of their hand
  • “Seven? what the hell?”
  • “i dont know either but isnt this cool?? look how tiny i am!”
  • “Seven, this is not cool. i need you to be a normal-sized boy. and why didnt you come find me as soon as this happened?”
  • Seven rubs the back of his neck and laughs nervously
  • “well i, uh, had some other plans”
  • “other plans?”
  • “nothing too serious, i was just going to hide in Yoosungs food and pop out and scare him and see if he faints…”
  • “oh no you’re not”
  • MC grabs Seven and slips him into their pocket
  • “hey, what the hell? let me out of here! i gotta mess with Yoosung! this is kidnapping!!!!!”
  • “not at my party, you dont. i worked way too hard for you to make a scene at this party”
  • so for MC the entire party is spend keeping Seven in their pocket and chasing after him if he ran away
  • “HAH! found you again!”
  • thank god his tiny legs were slow

THANKS FOR READING ^^ HOPE YOU ENJOYED

anonymous asked:

I was going through the tag and I see a lot about mc being short so what if MC was in denial about being short and just generally really salty about their height? Like they're a salt meteor bout to crash land into earth when it comes to their height

//ayy i’m actually 5′3″, but i’m not done growing though. fun fact, however, i’m taller than most of my friends, like honestly my best friend only reaches my neck/chin.

Yoosung:

  • he’s always been teased because he was short for a guy, especially compared to Jumin and Zen
  • but now he can tease you!! and you seem really nice and sweet and he doesn’t think you’d really mind
  • but oh sweet jesus, was he mistaken
  • he calls you shortie once. and he expects you to playfully smack his arm.
  • but dear lord, he actually feels himself shrink when you just glare at him with murder in your eyes
  • “yoosung, i swear to god, i will actually cut out your lungs and sell them on the black market.”
  • he gulps and lord help this poor boy
  • “sorry, sorry, sorry! i didn’t mean to-”
  • “do. not. even think about making a comment on my height.”
  • then you just smile at him and go back to normal??
  • he’s so confused and scared he honestly can’t comprehend what’s going on help this young bean

Zen:

  • he’s entertained and teases you often, but he knows when to stop because he knows you get upset sometimes
  • he loves to hold you because you’re just like a little teddy bear that he can cuddle into his arms
  • he mentions this to you one time, and he’s alarmed when you just look at him blankly
  • “MC? Are you alright?”
  • “i am not fu c k i n g little. i might be shorter than average, but i am not little.”
  • “aw mc,, you’re so cute though!!”
  • “zen i swear to god i will cut you”
  • “you’re too short to reach any of my vital points”
  • “I AM NOT SHORT, GOD DAMNIT”
  • continuously tries to get mirror selfies w you but you don’t fit in the frame so he has to pick you up
  • sometimes people think he might be your older brother in public because you’re just so tiny 

Jaehee:

  • she secretly enjoys being taller than you
  • because seven just has something against her, he tells you that jaehee likes you being short when she isn’t around
  • “Mc, why are you not speaking to me? I don’t understand,”
  • “Seven told me that you like me being so short!”
  • she sighs and says, “Mc, shortness isn’t a bad thing. You’re cute.”
  • “Jaehee, of course being short is a bad thing! And I am not cute! I always need help and a step stool and I hate the constant teasing!”
  • she apologizes but she doesn’t totally mean it
  • she smacks you sometimes in the store because someone will be looking at you and you just call out, “hey buddy! what’s the problem?!” n engage in a fight w this random dude who was staring at you the wrong way
  • “you’re just… short.”
  • “oh my god, i’ve been unaware this whole time? in my entire life, you are only just bringing it to my attention now??
  • you will take no one’s shit, and that is probably Jaehee’s one pet peeve about you

Jumin:

  • he feels like he’s 17 telephone poles taller than you but it’s alright
  • he can’t help but smile when you guys are in the pool and he can just casually stand in the water like “ye boi i’m tall” and you have to keep paddling and it’s painful
  • you guys walking out somewhere and
  • “jumin stOP WALKING SO FAST!!!”
  • “MC, i’m going at a normal pace”
  • “oh my f ucking  g od jumin i have short ass legs don’t you understand???”
  • he laughs at how salty you become like ?? can i put her on my sushi?? 
  • tbh jumin has such good comebacks and roasts in his head but he never lets them out bc he wants to be polite but he says them in front of you with no fucks given
  • he knows that you don’t really hate him when you give him that death stare so he handles it calmly
  • he only makes fun of you for his own entertainment and he knows that it doesn’t really make you too upset

Seven:

  • he immediately confirms the stereotype that short people can be viscous and will fight you
  • laughs @ you when you walk into a table and it hits you right in the gut and you die a little bit
  • he’d be walking into the kitchen to fetch himself some honey buddha chips, he’s alarmed when you’re climbing the counters and standing up on them to get to the cabinets??
  • “MC… what on earth are you doing?”
  • “getting a snack, wbu?”
  • he just rolls with it
  • he wouldn’t really mind you being short, but would tease you sometimes and lO v e d to pick you up and spin you around and he doesn’t tell you that he compares you to a small child
  • one time he lets it slip
  • one time.
  • he knows that you don’t like how short you are and he knew he should have kept that in, and he makes it worse by laughing because you look like an angry stuffed animal
  • you don’t talk to him for a few hours, and he’s conflicted, because what can he say? “Mc, you aren’t short, you’re tall!”?? no
  • he ends up breaking in and tackling you and then tickling you until you start talking to him again

My best friend got married like 3 months ago (wow time flies), and Alhamdulillah she’s doing really well.
Except for one tiny thing that bums her out, which is that her guy doesn’t really compliment her looks. He says she looks nice all the time, and she gets bummed cause she sometimes puts in effort to look good and he doesn’t notice them , he’s like “you look good anyway ” 😂
It’s cute really, but it’s just that men need to realise that them noticing the little things about their partners, means a lot to women.
Just a little extra compliments go a long way.

anonymous asked:

Clexa - Lexa accidentally sends Clarke a nude, or semi nude and gets majorly embarrasses because they're best friends.

“ow, what the fuck clarke?” octavia plucks a surprisingly solid piece of popcorn from their hair. “did you just spit this at me?” they flick it back to her and are just about ready to start an all out war with their own bowl when they see clarke’s face. “clarke?”

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An Order From Your Commander

Writer: ZOE’S GIRLFRIEND EMAILY OKAY SHE’S A LIFESAVER BECAUSE WE HAD NOTHING

Word Count: 415

AU: Modern where Alex is tiny and is adoped by the Washington’s


It was a warm Saturday in June when Martha suggested that George take Alex to the park. Now, the man cared and was coming to love the little boy they’d adopted from the Caribbean, but he wasn’t quite sure he was ready to take Alexander to the park by himself. The six year old was incredibly headstrong and unafraid to speak his opinions. Nonetheless, despite her husband’s protestations, Martha had the two boys out the door and on their way by ten in the morning.

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hotemotionalmess  asked:

Can I request a Bucky X reader where the reader is babysitting or something, and he just realizes that it's a major turn on, watching her take care of kids? And maybe they're at the park, and Bucky and reader are on the swings and it becomes a competition to see who can jump the farthest and he ends up landing on top of her like in the move "13 going on 30"

(I combined this request with a drabble because they are similar!)

Originally posted by monstacookies

Let’s Play House

“I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.”

Being Avenger wasn’t just about going out and saving the world, it also means setting a good example and changing people’s lives positively.  Today a few of you guys were sent to play with kids at a foster home in Brooklyn.  Of course, Steve wanted to do it, Wanda and Pietro went as well.  You were very excited to go, which was the complete opposite with Bucky.  He hasn’t had much interaction with kids so he was really nervous. Steve pretty much is forcing him to go, but Bucky needs to get out on the media in a positive way for once, and this was the perfect situation.

All the children were so excited to see you guys, it made you sad seeing all these cute kids without families, you vowed to make this an incredibly fun day for them.  It was a beautiful day so many children were out on the playground.  It warmed your heart seeing them smile and laugh with pure happiness.  You were put in charge of watching a particular two year old, Amelia, she was the cutest little thing you have ever seen.

She held on your pinky was you walked around the playground, and Bucky couldn’t help but adore the two of you while he was with Steve.  The little girl was so comfortable around you, it was like she was actually your daughter.  Bucky’s heart skipped a beat when he saw you playing around with he, he couldn’t help but smile at such a cute scene.  He told Steve he was going to go over with you, which of course he didn’t mind.  

Amelia wanted to go on the swings so you put her in a child seat and started to push her.  A smile spread across your face when you saw Bucky coming over with a few kids.

“Hey, how are you doing with the kids?”, you asked cheerfully.

Bucky let out an airy laugh, and scratched the back of his neck, “Well it’s definitely tiring.”

“Oh no does grandpa Bucky need a nap?”, you mocked.

“Oh you hush, I can do anything you can do better”, he sang.

You were taken back by this side of him, “OH is this a challenge?”

“Well doll if you’re up for getting your butt kicked”, he gave you a sly smile.

You rolled up your sleeves, oooh this means business, “Oh you are going down Barnes, who ever can just the farthest off the swings win, but we need to wait for the kids to go in for lunch.”

Bucky flipped his hair sassily, “You’re on punk.”

There was tension between the two of you until it was lunch time.  It was anger tension but the kind where you need to do better because you have to much pride to let your crush win.  Once all the kids went in you two picked your swings next to each other.  You two had a stare down, then you both started to swing your legs.  If you weren’t in a competition you really would enjoyed the feeling of being on swings again, but there was no time for that, this meant war.  

You giggled as you got higher and higher, “ok on the count of three!” In unison you both counted down, “1, 2, 3!….”

Instantly, you let go, and you were flying for a solid 3 seconds before you met the warm sand on the playground.  The two of you laughed hysterically as you tumbled on the ground, one last flip and Bucky had landed on top of you.  

“Well I think I went farther”, you tried to say seriously broke a second after.  When the laughter fell, you caught yourself looking into Bucky’s beautiful eyes, your heart raced and it was like his lips were calling you.  When you were about to lean up Steve came out of the foster home and shouted, “HEY stop rolling in the sand! Come inside you two!”

Bucky rolled his eyes and got off you, he gave you a helping hand and the two of you walked awkwardly to the house.  Now the vibes between you too were definitely different, but in a good way.

The kids wanted to play house so you got stuck as mom, Bucky was dad.  The children were loving it, everyone of them always had a smile on their face.  

“Okay children, it is time for lunch!”, you shouted jokingly.  The 5 kids, Bucky, and you gathered around a tiny table that had play food and tiny tea cups on it.  The 7 of you pretended to eat and sip your drinks.

“So Timmy how was school today?”, you asked a tiny blonde tooth gapped kid.

“Well mom, we learned about volcanoes!”, he said with cute enthusiasm.

Then Bucky asked in a deep fatherly voice, “Colleen did anything interesting happen today?”

The little girl looked around the table mischievously, “I saw Mandy and Taylor puts their lips together earlier… I don’t know why though.”

You shook your head and laughed at her innocence, “Well people who like each other..”

You were cut off by Jimmy, “They kissed!!”

“KISS?!”, a few said in shock.

You looked at Bucky for help, “People who like each other kiss to give affection or show that they love each other.” You nodded in approval.

The kids said “oh”, and shook their head like they understood.

“SO since you guys are mom and dad you must love each other”, Jimmy pestered.

“YEAH! Kiss!”, Lucy shouted.

“Oh guys no”, you brushed off their suggestion.

“Pleaaaaassse,” they begged with puppy dog eyes.

“Okay fine”, you sighed.  

You leaned over to Bucky for a quick peck but when your lips touched, Bucky grabbed your faces and pulled you in for a longer kiss. The girls aw’d why the boys stuck their tongues out.  Your heart jumped when you both pulled away.  

“I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately”, Bucky apologized.

You were still breathless, “No… I liked it”, you pulled him in for another kiss.

5SOS Preference #24: Welcome Home
  • Ashton Irwin: "Hello, hello!" Ashton shouts a bit after opening our house's door. "Daddy! Mommy! Jakey!" I hear Austin shout and the pitter patter of his feet. I walk through the door with a smile while carrying the baby carrier that is securing my sleeping newborn, Jacob. "I missed you mommy." Austin says, wrapping his arms around my leg while I set the carrier on the counter. Ashton's mom walks into the kitchen and I wave at her. "What about me?" Ashton pouts and Austin giggles, shaking his head. I kneel down to Austin's height. "I missed you too, baby." I say and he hugs me. Then little cries come from the baby carrier. Ashton moves to unclasp Jacob from the carrier. "Come here, my sleepy bug. Daddy's got you." He coos, picking Jacob up and kissing his cheek. I pick Austin up and rest him on my hip. "Wow." Austin whispers while looking down at his brother, who's in his daddy's arms. "Isn't he cool?" I ask Austin and he nods. "So cool." He whispers. Ashton smiles and kisses Jacobs forehead. "Welcome home, little guy." Ashton whispers with tears in his eyes.
  • Luke Hemmings: "Hey..." Luke coos gently to our crying Ella while rubbing her cheek with the back of his fingers, slowly. "You're fine, pumpkin." He reassures her before leaning down and pecking her cheek gently before re-situating her in his arms. I watch them with a smile on my face while laying on my side next to him on our bed. He's sitting up and resting his back against the headboard while staring at her. "She's so tiny." Luke whispers after Ella stops whimpering, now asleep. I laugh a bit before sitting up myself. "She looks so much like you." I admit, sitting next to him and looking at her too. "So precious." He says as I move her little bangs to the side. "She's gonna break hearts." I whisper with a laugh and Luke smiles. I lean down and kiss her forehead. "I love you, my little Ella bean." I whisper to her. She squeaks a bit in delight. "Welcome home, lovely." Luke whispers too, resting his head onto mine after I laid mine on his shoulder.
  • Calum Hood: "Ryder, what did I say?" Calum warns quietly next to me while I hold our sleeping newest addition, Olivia. "To play quietly." Ryder mumbles quietly while moving his toy trucks around the carpet. "Just tone it down a bit, Ry." I say with a small smile. "Yes, mama." Ryder says before returning back to his toys. I rock Olivia gently as Calum lays down next to me, trying to sleep. Olivia then squawks awake. "Shh, it's alright." I coo while patting her bum gently. "Is she okay mama?" Ryder asks before sitting down next to me and staring over her. Calum sits up once she cries out loud. "Everything's okay. She's just tired." I say, trying to calm her down. "You're okay, Olivia," Ryder reassures sweetly while rubbing her head gently. "You're okay." After he rubs her for awhile, she calms down and returns to her sleep. "Nice job, little man." Calum says holding out his hand for him and Ryder slaps it with his hand for a high-five. I kiss his forehead before we all look at Olivia in awe. "Welcome home, baby girl." Calum whispers before kissing the top of her head.
  • Michael Clifford: "Is everything good back there?" Michael asks while looking at me through the rear view mirror. I nod my head gently while sitting between the two baby carriers that are securing my sleeping babies. Nick sits to my left and Zach on my right. Zach holds my pinky with his little hand as I watch Nick snore quietly. "They're so cute, all bundled up." I whisper while looking at them back and forth. Michael chuckles while staring at the road, driving slowly. "You want anymore?" He asks and I shake my head quickly. "Not right now at least." I say with a laugh and so does he. "I'll defiantly want a girl later." I admit quietly as I wipe the drool off of Nick's chin with my thumb. "That can be arranged." Michael says before looking at me in the rear view mirror again. "Later Michael. Later." I say and he smiles. "Alright, alright." He chuckles. "I love my all of boys." I say proudly with a smile. I then kiss Nick and Zach's cheek. "Ah, at last." Michael states while pulling into our driveway. I cheer a quiet "yay". He parks the car gently and turns around to face me and our kids. "Welcome home, my babies." Michael says with a big smile.

safarikalamari  asked:

OKAY SO I WANT TO SEND YOU LIKE ALL THE PROMPTS BUT I also want to give u stuff in return for taking a gander at them so like maybe I'll try to make edits in relations to the prompts you fill? Or whatever else you want?? ahhhh I'll try not to fill up too much of your inbox lol but for the Halloween one, I'd love to see your take on Flintwood for the strangers who hooked up one!!

ahh sorry for taking so long (this is for everyone in my inbox), the writer’s block has been real BUT

prompt: strangers who hooked up at a party while in costume but tbh i might be in love with you so i’m gonna walk this earth looking for the right woodland nymph


“You’re…looking for a nymph?” Terence asks quietly the next morning, Adrian groaning at his elbow and mumbling into the tabletop about hangovers.

Marcus keeps scrolling down his phone, searching through the university’s football roster. “Mhm.”

“Flint,” Terence sighs, rubbing a weary hand over his face, “Look, if I’m gonna help, I’m going to need more information.”

“He was wearing the weirdest leaf toga thing I’ve ever seen in my life, but it made his ass look amazing.” Marcus promptly replies, now clicking onto the hockey team’s roster. The man had said “sports”, which wasn’t much to go by.

“What’d he look like,” is what Marcus assumes Adrian mumbles into the wood.

“Brown hair. Brown eyes, I think. Almost as tall as me. Fantastic ass.”

Terence chokes on his coffee. “You said that before.”

“But it was phenomenal.”

“No first name? Last name? Mother’s aunt’s maiden name?” Terence tries, waving his arms exaggeratedly. The man accidentally smacks Adrian in the face and Marcus throws them both the finger.

“He was a bit preoccupied with his mouth.” Marcus grunts, and Adrian turns a bit green.

“Didn’t need to know that,” he mumbles before rushing off to the bathroom. Marcus would look affronted but he’s too busy scrolling through the invite list of the frat event on Facebook to pay attention to the retching sounds. 

He’d know the nymph by sight if only he could find him.

Can see the curve of his smile, the sharp cheekbones and the blazing way he’d stared Marcus down across the room, intent clear and solely focused on getting his goal. And Marcus can always appreciate a man who has his aim set and goes for it.

The oddly intimate conversation after tearing off each other’s clothes in a rush also fiddles in his head, makes him want more of the man’s presence.

“So he plays a sport,” Terence sighs, clearly resigned to Marcus not paying attention to anything else until he gets what he wants, “Check all the rosters.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing? S’not my fault this school is ginormous.”

His social media search turns up short, as do the school’s hockey, baseball, and football (well, he’d know, if the man was on his team). Without a name, Facebook doesn’t help, and the invite list from the frat was a no-go.

Marcus just needs to know, goddamn it. Needs to see if their sober conversation and touches will be as good as drunken ones.

Everything seems lost, all his extraneous routes across campus turning up short. Marcus laments the fact that maybe, maybe his mystery hookup goes to a different college. He’s not about to buy a ticket and scour all the nearby college towns - well, he would, but Terence wouldn’t let him.

Everything seems lost, until Marcus runs smack dab into Mr. Nymph at the campus bookstore, lukewarm coffee splashing over his shirt at the impact. The man’s papers fly all over the floor, and as he bends over to pick them up hastily, Marcus takes one look at that ass and makes all the connections.

“Shit, shit, sorry - I’ll pay for cleaning, I just-”

“It’s you.”

The brunet turns around, and Marcus is sure his face is splitting into the silliest grin, because he’d managed to find his mystery hookup, and said hookup is wearing a university sweatshirt with a bandage plastered haphazardly on his forehead. Score.

“Oh,” Brunet blinks, mouth fluttering open and closed for a bit before swallowing visibly, “Oh, hi.”

Marcus sticks out his hand, and immediately curses himself because who the fuck shakes someone’s hand after they’ve sucked their dick? “I’m Marcus. Flint, I mean.”

“I - uh - I know who you are,” Brunet mumbles, still straightening out his papers. Marcus is about to question him, before - “Quarterback, y’know.”

“Ah.” Marcus shuffles his feet and it suddenly hits him that maybe, if Brunet knew and didn’t bother to reach out then he might be on the wrong wavelength here. He can suddenly feel the drip of cooling coffee soaking through his shirt with heightened senses. There’s an awkward pause as the cashier stares at both of them, and Brunet is looking at his feet, and Marcus just holds his now-empty coffee cup, unsure of where this is going.

Until the man sticks out his own hand, roughly, and blurts, “I’m Oliver Wood. I - uh - play baseball.”

“But you’re not on the roster.” Marcus says, furrowing his brow.

“Just transferred. This semester,” Oliver explains, quick - and then he frowns and says, “Wait, you tried to find me?”

“Um.” Marcus says intelligently.

But all it does is cause a grin to split over Oliver’s face, bright. Marcus isn’t sure what he’s done to cause Oliver to go from avoiding his gaze to looking like an eager puppy, but he’s willing to go along with it. Oliver’s smile makes his heart all aflutter. Cute.

“I just thought you’d only want a one-time thing, given - well, given,” Oliver says, “Not that, that’d be bad! I just - might want…more?”

The color that spreads across his face is a brilliant red, and Marcus stammers for a good ten seconds because his blush is blooming pink on his cheeks. The cashier pops his gum slowly, glancing in between them.

“Yeah,” Marcus amends, trying to cover up his stunned silence and keep his happiness from leaking out from his pores, “More sounds good to me, too.”

Oliver’s smile, if possible, spreads tenfold. “Why don’t we go get you out of that shirt?”

The cashier drops his scanner, and Marcus smirks.

Helping hand

(This is the bad jeffclarence fanfic i was talking about. Prepare to cry about my shitty writting)


“You should try it once, you know, asking him out”

“I can’t…He’s obviously not interested in boys….or even girls..”

“That’s because he has never been with any of them, he has no opinion yet”

There was a short pause between both of them, the air was tense, so were the kids.

“He had a girlfriend like 5 years ago, Sumo…”

“We were 8y/o kids by then, he didn’t even know what to do..”

Jeff saddened a little bit, he really liked his friend Clarence. He had been liking him since the moment they met, it was a really deep feeling. He really wished that the other kid felt the same, but it was almost impossible.

“I don’t know…”

He softly replied, falling into his own thoughts and becoming silent for a while. Sumo looked at him and crossed his arms, he was really worried about both of them. He KNEW he had to do something, they were his friends after all. He stepped back, ruffled Jeff’s hair and waved goodbye.

“I gotta go now, Jeff, see you later at my house!”

He said then and ran away, he already had a plan.

“Um…okay, see you there…”

—- —- —- —-

“Hey! Clarence!”

“Sumo!! What a surprise–”

The smaller kid grabbed the other’s arm and pushed it with him. He had to do it because of the plan.

“What are you doin’..” He laughed.

“No time to explain, we gotta go to the shop and make you look cool after your date”

Clarence’s eyes widened. Did he hear date? Who was the one he was going to date?? He was really really confused by then, he started sweating a bit too.

The two kids arrived to the shop Sumo always went to buy cheap stuff, they came in and Clarence smiled, he liked that place tbh.The smaller gave the other lot’s of different options to try on, and they finally decided for one set; a greenish sweater, brown coat, dark pants and blueish shoes. It was really small for him but he still looked nice. After they bought the set, Sumo looked at Clarence.

“You’re ready. See you at my house at 6pm, i’ll be waiting for you!”

He ran away again, now going to Jeff’s house.

E.j Randell opened the door, smiling at the kid with her eyes and mouth. He did let him come in, so he went up to jeff’s room.

Knock knock

Jeff appeared throught the bedroom’s door, looking confused at his friend.

“What are you doing here, Sumo? Wasn’t the meeting at yOUR house?”

“It is at my house, i just wanted to tell you to dress up very nice, you’re gonna be surprised there…”

The square headed child looked even more confused now, crossing his arms as sumo talked.

“Okay…? I will, if that’s what you want somehow…”

“Great. See you there at 6pm!”

And sumo ran away again. He was already tired of hurring everything up, but he couldn’t stand to see his friends feeling bad. He went now to his house and prepared a tiny table with some flowers and two candles at each side of it.

The time passed and, exactly at 6pm, jeff arrived. He was wearing a light blue no-arm sweater and a white bluise, brownish pants and black shoes.

“Woah jeff, i thought i told you to dress nice.”

He said mainly to make him angry. Jeff instantly looked at him with a death glare.

“So, what are we going to d-”

The taller kid stopped talking as soon as he saw a person at the other side of the…garden. Could that be….Clarence?? He panicked. Why was clarence there, dressing THAT good?! He looked at Sumo and widened his eyes, again death glaring him.

“Oh! Hello guys!…haha jeff what’s that you’re wearing! You look like a gentleman!”

Jeff swallowed saliva and blushed. Sumo invited the two others to sit at the table he prepared before and as soon as they did, he left.

“S-sumo! Where are you going?!”

Jeff almost screamed.

“I have stuff to do so, you two stay there and eat that cheeto puffs next to the table! Don’t wait for me!”

He was gone now, and the other two kids stood silent. Jeff was feeling nervous, his hands and legs trembled as he tried not to look at clarence. They kept this silence for a while, until Clarence started talking.

“So Jeff, tell me, why are you dressed that way? You look cool!”

“UH, UM, i …i always dress up like this! Haven’t u noticed my fashion skills? ” he laughed.

“Haha, aw that’s great…”

Clarence grabbed the bowl of cheeto puffs and ate some of them, then looking at jeff and offering him some as well.

“Oh, no thanks… I’m okay”

He smiled then. This was weird and was making jeff more nervous than ever, you know, to be with your special someone all alone.

“S-so … Sumo told me you had something you wanted to confess to me”

“He….did?”

“Yeah, is that true?”

“Um………”

The two of them stood silent again, now they were both nervous.

“I …also have something i’d like to tell you”

Jeff’s eyes opened like golf balls, he sweated and began talking again.

“What…is it?”

“You’d have to tell me first! Hehee”

Clarence giggled and eated another pile of cheetos. Then he looked at Jeff straight to the eye.

“Are you going to tell me, then?”

“I…..”

Jeff was really trying to do it, but the words couldn’t come out off his mouth. He panicked internally and began to tremble again. His cheeks turnt bright red, he was scared about saying it, but he also wanted to take that off his brain.

“Well?”

Clarence’s smile didn’t help at all, that made Jeff even more nervous and blushy. Why did he have to smile now! Now it would be even harder for him to tell him his feelings.

“U-um…i…”

“Would you like me to say my secret first?”

“….would you?”

“Yeah, it’s okay!”

Jeff moved his arms to the bowl of cheetos and ate one out of nowhere. He chummed the orange puff and swallowed it. It wasn’t that bad, to be honest.

“The thing is……I like you, jeff”

The thin kid chocked. He was blushing harder that before and his heart began racing faster.

“W-whAT?”

“I…think i …like-like you…”

Clarence smiled and blushed as he finished talking, he was free now, no more secrets.

At the other side, Jeff was red as a tomato, he had his whole body trembling. He couldn’t help but cry, after all, his emotions were flowing freely now.

“Oh my god, Are you okay Jeff?!”

Clarence stood up quickly and hugged Jeff. Caring his back.

“I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said …that”

“N-no! It’s okay!”

They stared at each other for a while, eyes shining like stars.

“I…..like you too, Clarence..”

Jeff said, hugging the other harder and letting out a big sigh. The light haired one giggled happily.

After a moment, clarence sat in the other chair again, smiling at the other kid.

“I guess we…could start dating now…?”

“we’re 13…”

“I know, but i think it would be great!”

“Just if you want to….”

“Do YOU want to?”

he nodded.

“Then let’s do it”

The silent stare appeared again.

“…okay then”

Jeff blushed and hid his face between his hands. Clarence stood up and hugged him again, kissing his forehead softly.

“What do you wanna do now, b-o-y-f-r-i-e-n-d~?”

“AH! Stop it!!”

“Aw, so cute..”

They laughed and standed up, hugged and cuddled. They were happy after all !!

And there, Inside the house, Sumo was smiling, he really did a good job getting the two together.


The end.

Ficlet: Wrapped Around Your Finger

Fourteen Days of Ficlets, Day 7

Today’s Featured Prompter: allegoricalrose​, who requested Ten and baby!Rose teething 

Rating: All

Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler

Summary: Rose steps into a machine that temporarily regresses her to her 9 month old self, leaving both Rose and the Doctor confused and scared.

A/N: While I know it’s canon that the Doctor is fluent in Baby, for the humor of this story I’ve decided that this version of Ten isn’t.


“Please don’t wee on my coat. Please don’t wee on my coat. Please, please, please don’t wee on my coat,” the Doctor chanted over and over while dashing back to the TARDIS. “You know Janis Joplin gave me this coat. I can’t launder it very easily. So if you wee on it, it’s going to smell like baby wee for years. I can’t have that,” he panted.

What else was the Doctor to do? Rose had no way of knowing the archway she’d stepped through was meant for the elderly. It certainly did its job of taking twenty years off her life. And though the effects were temporary, the deed was still done. The corporation responsible for creating the machine was none too pleased, however, with his thorough job of destroying it. They sent armed guards after the Doctor and Rose. So just like usual, they were running for their lives back to the TARDIS. There was no time to grab Rose’s clothes. And even if he did, they wouldn’t fit her anyway.

Rose was none too pleased with her plight, and spent the entire time they ran back to the TARDIS wailing at the Doctor’s chest. But if the Doctor thought she was angry, she was ready to throw down the entire TARDIS when he fitted her into a safety seat the ship had fabricated for her for the ride into the Vortex. There was no cutting him any slack for wanting her safe. The moment he clicked her in her squalling doubled in volume, turning her pudgy face bright pink. Funnily enough, the TARDIS’s engines kicking in seemed to soothe her a little, so during the flight at least his ears had a moment’s rest.

“Alright Rose, see? Told you it would only be for a minute,” the Doctor cooed at his baby companion while unbuckling her. His coat that he’d swaddled her in was damp when he brought her to his chest. “Oh, no… no no no… oh Rose, how could you? I told you not to wee on my coat!”

The calm that the TARDIS had worked at began to ripple away from Rose’s face the instant he raised his voice. He hadn’t even realized he’d done it until her chin wrinkle and her mouth turn to a blubbering frown. She already had him with that, just before a flood of tears tore at him. She sniffed a few times before returning to the cry that she’d tortured him with earlier. Only this time it was completely his fault.

“Oh, Rose, please don’t cry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it, okay?” he pleaded, and brought her up for a hug, but she pushed herself off of him and writhed in her swaddle, trying to get out of his arms. “Come on, I’m not that bad. I’ve at least got to get you a nappy and some clean clothes, okay?”

He paused. Had he ever even had a baby aboard the TARDIS? He wouldn’t have a reason for keeping any baby things. Rassilon help him if he had to pop into a store with a naked and nappy-less Rose to buy a whole assortment of baby supplies to last them through however long she remained a baby. The effects were temporary, but the machinery causing Rose’s state was meant for a species that wasn’t strictly human. It would affect her differently. His only hope was the TARDIS considering a passing thought he’d had recently.

Thank Rassilon she did. A monitor trilled on the console and popped up a coordinate on the TARDIS’s schematics. The Doctor kissed the monitor and dashed down a corridor in the direction of the nursery. He couldn’t be certain if the TARDIS was being funny with how fully stocked this nursery was, or if perhaps she was laying on a few hints. Maybe both. But he was all too thankful. And maybe the soft pastel coral walls and the starry ceiling might help calm Rose down, he hoped. The first order of business was getting his tiny companion in a nappy. And it would have been great if she agreed with this assessment. The Doctor was no stranger to the task, but that didn’t make it any easier.

“Oh now that’s not fair. I’m trying to help,” the Doctor complained at Rose’s slippery kicking legs that were nearly impossible to catch. And once he did weave her ankles between his fingers in a hold he thought was pretty secure, she flopped over and freed herself. “Where are you going? You realize it’s a three foot drop to the floor.” Rose peered over the edge, almost as if calculating her odds. “Where are you even going to go starkers anyway, hm?” He flopped Rose back over and formed a tighter grip around her ankles. She was none too pleased with this, and made certain that was known. “You’re mad because I outfoxed you. D'you honestly think I’m enjoying this? I didn’t wake up this morning expecting to be wiping your bum, I’ll say that.”

Rose wasn’t about to make his job easy, and wiggled about the entire time while whining at him. Just when he thought he was in the clear, walking away from the table with a fresh cloth in hand he learned that using it on Rose’s face was tantamount to murder. Getting Rose into some clothes involved chasing her around the room and pulling her out from under a crib, not to mention wrestling the writhing baby into the clothes. He opted for a dress after all the trouble she put him through. Some day he would find all of this rather comical. After a long while. Not long after he’d managed this, Rose returned to her routine of frustrated crying.

“Rose…” the Doctor sighed. “I don’t know how to do all this. Are you hungry? Tired? I’m exhausted and we’ve barely done anything. I’ll give you chips. D'you want chips? Can you even eat chips yet? I’ll mash them up if I need to. Just please stop crying, alright?”

He scooped her up into his arms and sat her on his hip. He wouldn’t deny baby Rose her cuteness. It had to guarantee her survival, with her mother growing Rose up on her own. The Doctor had a much deeper respect for Jackie than he ever did before. Whether he’d ever tell her as much remained to be seen. He could even live with Rose ruining his tie by chewing on it. At least when she had it in her mouth, soaking it in Rose drool, she was marginally quiet. Well, that is until he set her down on the floor in the galley.

“Oh, Rose… I can’t do this with just one hand,” the Doctor reasoned to a pair of teary doe eyes. “Give me just a few minutes, alright? I’ll even make you a bottle. And then I’m all yours.”

Rose wouldn’t be convinced of this, and crawled after him as he fetched things around the galley, making certain he was was aware of her malcontent by whining after him. When he disappeared into the pantry for a moment she burst into tears. Surely the independent Rose that he knew wasn’t really like this as a baby. Jackie would have lost her mind. When he stopped in front of the microwave and bottle warmer (bless his TARDIS), Rose pulled herself up on his pant leg and held herself there, babbling at him in her continual whine of complaint until he looked down at her.

“Oh alright,” the Doctor relented, and picked her up. “I’m not letting you live this one down though, just so you know.” She couldn’t be bothered by this while she found a suitable suit collar to chew on. Evidently his little companion was determined to make her mark on his clothes.

But she wouldn’t eat. No matter how he argued that mashed potatoes were much more edible than his silk tie, Rose refused to let it slip past her mouth. In fact, a good bit of it ended up being pasted onto his clothes (as he fed her from his lap because she refused to sit in a high chair). And no matter how he begged her, it was the same story with the bottle as well. It quickly got cold.

“I don’t understand,” he grumbled and rubbed his face in his palm before messing with his hair as if it might hold the answers. Even as the Doctor held her and cradled her close she still cried. Clearly she wanted to tell him something, but didn’t know how to. “What is it? I don’t even want to try putting you to bed.”

He started down the hall and while he walked he fished his sonic screwdriver out of his jacket and sent it whirring over the little pink Rose. The moment Rose saw it light up she squealed and giggled, reaching for it with her stubby, grainy fingers (how was potato so difficult to get off?). He was about to tell her there was no way she was getting his sonic when he saw that she’d already soaked it in drool, and was actively chewing on the light end. Even with her chin and neck soaked, gumming on his precious sonic she was still cute. Her deep chocolate eyes looked very much the same, and evidently could still get him into a lot of trouble. It was a good thing he had backups, he thought with a sigh. He pressed a safety button on the side and smiled at her. He couldn’t tell her no when she had the most vacantly blissful look spreading across her damp, pudgy face. The memory of making her cry was still tugging at his heartstrings. So although his sonic now had tiny teeth marks on it, his Rose was happy.

And then it hit him. The Doctor stopped right in front of Rose’s bedroom door and watched her blissfully chewing away at his sonic. He really was incredibly thick. When she soaked his suit collars it should have hit him. Perhaps when she wouldn’t eat. He held Rose up by her torso and brought her forehead to his lips for a little kiss.

“Your gums hurt, don’t they, eh Rose?” he cooed at her and beamed. He stepped into Rose’s bedroom and headed towards her bed. “I’ve got just the thing.” He beamed at her after setting her down on the mattress and laying next to her. “Much better than this icky metal thing, promise.“

Rose whimpered and pawed at his hands when he took his sonic away from her. She also wasn’t having any of his attempts at cuddling her close. But he ignored her protests and made a nest of his head, arms and chest around her. He stuck his tongue out at her and tickled her feet when she batted at his nose in frustration. He hushed her when he saw her lungs filling up to release a cry. And before she could protest any further, he eased a finger into the corner of her mouth.

"Now, no biting, okay? I’m trusting you on this one.”

The Doctor pressed his fingers to Rose’s gums and worked his way around until he found the culprit. He massaged the spot and watched Rose’s demeanor change in a few heartbeats. Her chubby legs fell to the bed and she leaned in to him. He had to stop what he was doing for a moment so she could crawl on top of him. He’d earned her trust, he surmised. She grabbed his hand and found the forefinger on his other hand. Maybe it tasted a bit different, milder or sweeter. At any rate she found it to her liking and let him resume rubbing her gums. They both relaxed within a few minutes, and a peaceful blanket of exhaustion began to settle over him. Rose seemed to share this sentiment and released the tiniest little yawn. The Doctor wriggled his way under her sheets and covered them both up. Her chest rose and fell in gentle puffs, and within a few minutes she was purring in her sleep like a kitten.

He took a few minutes to clasp her tiny hand in his and soothe her soft skin over his palm. He brought her up to his face so he could nuzzle her caramel down and drink in her mild scent. He sighed it into a kiss and felt his cheeks warming with the thought that she always smelled like Rose, his Rose. It was a sentiment that eased him into a deep sleep snuggled up with her on his chest.




Rose awoke in the morning curled up with the Doctor. The only thing keeping her from smacking him across the face for sneaking into her bed while was naked was finding that he was clothed. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t feel so right, too. She licked her gums and found her teeth throbbing. The Doctor looked like a complete wreck, and since he wouldn’t free her from his grasp, she nestled her head into the nook under his head and fell right back asleep.

codiegirl1358  asked:

Bitty thinking pics of ugly baby Jack and chubby kid Jack are cute is really important to me. Like everyone else his parents have shown the pictures to have laughed or at least said "At least puberty was kind to you" or something like that and it's always bothered Jack. But Bitty just thinks they're sweet and when Jack questions him, he just tells him about all the way more embarrassing pictures his mama has of him back home. (Which Jack totally thinks are cute when he sees them)

Ah, did not see this last night!

But yesssss baby photo shenanigans??

Bitty shows up at Jack’s childhood home for Canada Day (which takes a lot of convincing, and Bitty does not necessarily condone celebrating the wrong independence day, so he just bakes everyday-pies and not Canada-day-pies) and after he drops his bags in Jack’s room, Bob gives him a quick tour of the house, purposefully ending up in the living room, right next to the photo albums. 

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  • Okay but imagine this
  • Bilbo is the tattoo artist who owns his own shop that everyone is really confused about because he's this cute little thing that were baggy jumpers that go over his hands to do the sweat paw thing when he's not inking someone and he has these big glasses that he's always fumbling to push up his nose and he's just all around adorable and he's polite and smiles warmly at everyone and he looks like he needs to be in a pile of pillows with a cuppa and a good book next to a roaring fire instead of in the middle of a tattoo parlor with designs that range from disturbing to beautiful why is this small creature here why this isn't right and his workers are like hell just you wait
  • And then he shows up randomly in a new pair of glasses that compliment his face perfectly and a pair of nice, tight trousers and a button up white shirt that has the sleeves rolled up to the elbows revealing his multitude of tattoos and a burgundy vest with elaborate buttons sewn on and everyone is like holy shit then Bilbo is talking with someone and having a civil chat and someone says a slur of some sort and instantly any sign of warmth just disappears from his face and he very calmly asks them to leave and the person is like why because I said [insert slur here] and then suddenly tiny cuddly Bilbo is an imposing force and should be ten feet tall to just complete how terrifying he is when he wants to be and he's suddenly very heatedly describing how slurs are incredibly rude and highly inappropriate in any situation and how to merely casually insert them into a conversation is disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself for this behavior, your mother would be feeding you bars of soap for a week should she have heard that, get out of my shop and good day to you, and everyone watching is just like O.O because Bilbo has never even spoken in an unkind tone before even when he had really difficult customers and they're all just so shocked and his workers are behind the counter laughing their asses off
  • Now insert Thorin, high-and-mighty businessman who has a soft spot for his two nephews and takes care of them constantly and is always there when they need him and who tries to be stern with them but really can't deny them a single thing. He's got boisterous Kili at one elbow (sixteen maybe) who's chattering on and on about something from school and Fili (nine? twenty?) who's very calm and collected and listening to his brother fondly and interjecting every now and then and they're both making Thorin just feel so proud and they walk into Bilbo's shop because after six months of Kili pestering Thorin about a tattoo and showing him the design he'd created a year prior and begging and pleading for weeks, months on end he's finally convinced him yes, he really wants it, please uncle, I'll get it on my upper arm so I only show it off when I want to, please, I'll make sure mum doesn't yell at you, and finally he concedes because he can't get mad at them and he talked Dís into letting him get it easy enough
  • So he gets a recommendation from Dwalin who has an impressive number of tattoos scattered across his body which adds to his intimidation and makes lots of people comply out of fear of what could happen if they don't and he points them in Bilbo's direction so they go on a rainy Saturday since no ones seems arsed to get out besides them
  • Bilbo's shop is buzzing with life as usual, filled with the misfit kids he'd taken upon himself to watch over. So basically he's got merry and pippin and frodo and Sam all working around his shop doing random jobs like sweeping and wiping down the counter because Bilbo insists that they keep themselves busy and that they don't do bad things and in exchange for work instead of being paid they earn 'credits' Bilbo logs and when you get a certain amount Bilbo will give you a tattoo free but he insists they get the slip signed every time regardless since they're still young. He'd pay them but he's already got Tauriel working as his extra artist and they're looking for a person to work the register and help people find the design they want cause Bilbo is busy tattooing and sketching out custom designs and Tauriel never leaves her workroom unless it's a break for her or Bilbo insists she get out for once
  • So the shop is all bright and colorful and filled with designs, some generic and some unique, and Bilbo is dressed in the vest outfit and sitting on the counter in the criss cross applesauce position (how the fuck do you describe that position anymore without using the preschool shorthand someone tell me) and he's beaming down at his 'kids' as they sit on the floor in front of him, all of them laughing as frodo tries to braid tauriel's hair and merry and pippin and sharing a snack and Sam is sketching in his book a gorgeous flower tattoo for his next one but still joining in on the conversation. In walks Thorin and Fili and Kili and everyone turns to look at them and Bilbo is instantly up and smiling warmly, welcoming them in and telling them they can hang up their raincoats, no need for those in here. And Kili is stunned into silence because of Tauriel and Tauriel is blushing a brighter color than her hair because what is this who is this boy who is shorter than her and watching her as if she is the sun and the moon and the stars encompassed in one body that wasn't right he shouldn't be staring stop it stooooop and Fili is looking over the sign for help Bilbo had put up and the boys on the floor don't pay much attention to the newcomers and then there's Thorin and Bilbo and Bilbo is trying to straighten his clothes because oh gods oh gods he's cute and Thorin is watching Bilbo fiddle with his clothes and glances at his tattoos cause oh goodness no one should be that attractive
  • A bunch of stuttered explanations and accidental flirting later and Kili is set up with Tauriel in her room and he's getting his tattoo and Fili is being helped by the boys with his resume and interview and Thorin and Bilbo are chattering away about nothing and then Centuries by Fall Out Boy comes on so the boys perk up and frodo dashes to the sound system without missing a beat and turns it up with a cry of "Bilbo, it's your song!" and Bilbo is laughing and the boys start getting up and dancing to the loud music (Fili included after a bit of arguing) and Bilbo doesn't realize it but he's singing along and then Thorin who knows the song because Kili is constantly playing this album over and over is singing too and they're just grinning while shouting along with the lyrics and they don't take their eyes off of each other and they're completely in sync when the chorus comes on and just "Some legends are told, some turn to dust, some to gold, but you'll remember me... Remember me, for centuries. And just one mistake is all that it takes, we'll go down in history... Remember me, for centuries."
  • Flash forward a few years to their wedding, Thorin's skin a bit more colorful after a few trips to Bilbo, Bilbo's shop more popular that ever with the influx of businessmen that Thorin happens to find and send his way (really, he didn't think so many people hid so many tattoos under those huge suits) and they're grinning and frodo, merry, pippin, Fili, Kili, and Tauriel (the last two unashamedly holding hands and pressed as close together as they can manage) are getting up to make a speech and Bilbo is curious but then they're all speaking in snippits, telling them that they all had ideas as to what sort of speech they could come up with and then they realized they really shouldn't say anything at all, there's something that could say everything they needed for them, and now Bilbo is absolutely intrigued and so is Thorin and everyone else and then they step offstage and Centuries starts playing and Bilbo and Thorin are laughing and grinning and going to hug the troublesome kids close and everyone is singing and some people are really confused but those nine and a few select others know what's going on and they're just so entirely happy and once the song is over Kili just goes "I'm so glad uncle let me get that tattoo"