this lucky little girl

Keith: (slowly and a little too loud) Hey, It’s me Keith. I am your fa-ther. We are bonding? Yes?

Lance: Keith, no. Just no. You know, she can’t talk, right? Try again. Just talk to her, like a normal person and not, I don’t know, like you are a robot who works with the elderly, maybe? 

Keith: Hi, I’m your dad.

Lance: Better.

Keith: Well, one of your dads. You have two dads. Your other dad, Lance, he is going to be a great dad. You’re a lucky little girl. Honestly, I have no idea what I am doing, but I’ll love you. I love you now, more than I thought I could ever love someone I just met. And I promise I will always protect you. In fact, I’d slaughter-

Lance: Uh, I’m gonna stop you there, Keith. Up until the slaughtering, you were doing great. Can I have our baby back, now? 

(Lance looks like a man who regrets his life choices and it cracks me up. He doesn’t. Just the fact that Keith really has no clue about babies is dawning on him.)

Fave Characters Sheet

Courage the Cowardly Dog
Sandy Cheeks
Mike the Mouse
Alice the Angel
Danny Phantom
Daffy Duck
Bill Cipher
Princess Daisy
Flame Princess

Brian Griffin
Lisa Simpson
Oswald the Lucky Rabbit
Perry the Platypus
Lord Dominator
Cosmo the Seedrian
Panda Bear
Wakko Warner


Happy Birthday! (May 9th)

  • Mirei Hayasaka (Cinderella Girls) 
  • Drum (Dragon Ball)
  • Piccolo (Dragon Ball)
  • Skin Bolic (D.Gray-man)
  • Pushi (Saiki Kusuo no Ψ-nan)
  • Haruki Bando (Cheer Boys!!)
  • Shinya Nakamura (Kuroko no Basuke)
  • Takuma Ootsuka (Kuroko no Basuke)
  • Honoka Iwasaki (Lucky Star)
  • Testament (Guilty Gear)
  • Fukasaku (Naruto)
  • Katsuyu (Naruto)
  • Kong (One Piece)
  • Sengoku (One Piece)
  • Kenji Yamaguchi (My Little Monster)

Happy 2nd Birthday Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana of Cambridge (b.May 2,2015) 

“It’s very special having a new little girl in the family. We’re very, very lucky that George has got a little sister. The Queen - she was really thrilled that it was a little girl. And I think as soon as we came back to Kensington, she was one of our first visitors. I think she’s very fond of Charlotte. Always watching what she’s up to.”

{I make everything super complicated so this probably sucks rip}


-he’d come home after a gruelling day of work, stress filling him to the complete brim- 

“Jagi, I’m home.”
“Babe?” *he’d call out just before walking into the living room, but as soon as he did he’s stress would automatically dissipate at the sight of you and y’all’s little princess laying together, cuddled up- completely knocked out*

*a soft smile would spread across his face as he goes over to the two of you, planting gently kisses on both of your foreheads*
“My sweet angels.~”

Originally posted by tuanpumpkins


-he’d finally come home after being in China for a week- 

“Babe, y/s/n- Daddy’s home!~” *he’d exclaim as he walked through the house, just as he was about to speak once more his voice immediately trailed off as he spotted the two of you, laying on the floor- asleep with toys sprawled out everywhere* 
“Aishh, my cuties..” *walks over to the two of you, lightly running his hands through y’all’s son’s hair, completely adoring the sight* “You must’ve really tired your mom out today, huh?” “Don’t worry Jagi, just sleep- I’ll clean everything up.” 

Originally posted by ashirley246


-during his lunch break he’d come home just to check up on you and y’all’s baby girl; usually, the house was always loud and extremely lively, but today he was greeted with nothing but silence- 

“Babe? y/d/n?” *he’d sweetly call out, growing semi-worried when he still received no replied, but as soon as he entered the living room- a bright dorky smile painted across his face* 
“Oh my gosh… my sleepy babies.” *he’d cooed as he’d walk over to the two of you clinging to one another as you slept on the recliner; he’d gently pepper kisses all over both of your faces, smiling the entire time* 

Originally posted by youngjai


-coming home after taking care of a ton of things at the studio, he hoped to be greeted by the tons of hugs and kiss you and y’all’s daughter always bombarded him with- 

*as he was greeted with nothing but the sound of cartoons and silence, he walked through the living room just to see legos leading to the bedroom* 
“Jagi?” *he softly called out, sighing in relief as soon as he saw both you and y’all’s little girl curled up together underneath the blankets- making his way over to y’all, he sat on the edge of the bed* 
“My sweet girls..” “The two of you must’ve had a busy day together..” *tucks you both in then kisses the tops of your heads* “Sweet dreams, my little loves.” 

Originally posted by toinfinityannnndbeyond


-as him and Yugyeom walk into the nearly silent apartment, they’d be joking around talking their head off not aware that you and y’all’s little boy were sound asleep in the living room- 

*just as Yugyeom was about to say something, Bambam made his way into the living room; gasping as he smiled at his friend like a dork before running over to the two of you, cuddled up on the couch* 
“Look at how cute they are, Yugyeom-ah!” *rushing over to the two of you, crouching down in front of y’all*  “My gorgeous wife and our perfect little boy, they’re so asleep- god I’m so glad we didn’t wake them up.” 

Originally posted by chattyang


-as he walked into the house after a vicious day of practising, he wanted nothing more than to just see the two of you; the love of his life and his little prince- 

“Babe, y/s/n- I’m home.” *he’d huff at the lack of a response but as he walking into the living room he was greeted by the sight of y’all’s son, laying in your arms; one of his books open on your lap, and the two of you dead asleep* 
“God y’all are so freaking precious..” *he’d walk over to the closet, pull out a blanket and drape it over you two, kissing y’all’s cheeks after* “I love you both so much, sleep well.” 

Originally posted by nguyentuti


-after having to go back and forth from meetings and practice, he just wanted to go home and sleep- 

*walking into a silent house, he sighed in semi-relief but still couldn’t help to wonder what you and y/d/n were up to* 
“Baby..?” *he softly called to you, as he saw the light in y’all’s bedroom on- as soon as he entered, he tiredly grinned the moment he say you and y’all’s little girl fast asleep; being as exhausted as he was he couldn’t help but to join y’all* 
“I’m so lucky…” *combing his fingers through his little girls hair as stared at the two of you in adoration* “Goodnight my girls.” 

Originally posted by curlstae

Creepypasta #1099: My Late Nana Loved Telling The Story Of How Her Father Saved Their Village From Monsters

Length: Medium

Nana used to tell me stories when I was little. I stayed with her during the day while my parents were at work, all the way up until I went to kindergarten. I would sit at her kitchen table, happily munching away on a braunschweiger sandwich, kicking my legs that couldn’t touch the floor yet and beg her for more stories, more stories, more stories.

She had so many, but she had one in particular she told more than the others. I don’t know if it was her favorite, or mine, or both. It may have been my favorite because I could tell it was hers.


Many little girls don’t know how lucky they are. Never fall victim to that way of thinking, little sparrow. I knew how lucky I was. I had my Papa.

My Papa was a good man, a strong man. My Papa was a hero, and not just in the way that a lot of daughters think their fathers are. He was a real hero.

You see, little sparrow, before I came to America, I lived in a village. It had once been small but slowly grew to a bustling, thriving place full of life and magic. I can still remember the lovely buildings, the flow of people in the streets, the pretty storefronts with their shiny glass windows. It was a beautiful place and I knew how lucky I was to live there with my Papa because my Papa protected us.

Not just my mother and I, he protected the whole village. He was a hero, as I said. Even though I loved our home, it was not always a safe place.

You see, in our village, there were monsters.

Now I don’t want to scare you, little sparrow, but do not believe the people who tell you monsters aren’t real. Monsters are very real, they are alive and well, and they often hide in plain sight.

That’s what made my Papa a hero. He could spot these monsters, find them lurking beneath their disguises of pink human skin. They seemed good enough, normal enough, but he knew how to identify them and he taught me too.

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Crows give gifts to 8 year old who feeds them

Eight-year-old Gabi Mann from Seattle, Washington started feeding the crows in her family’s garden in 2013, and now this lucky little girl gets gifts from the crows.

Gabie keeps her gifts in specially labeled bags tucked safely inside a bead storage box. After all, these are her most treasured possessions. Her labels are detailed, for instance one containing a broken light bulb reads: “Black table by feeder. 2:30 p.m. 09 Nov 2014.”

Gabi started feeding the neighborhood crows by accident, as she was prone to dropping food. She’d climb out of the car and a chicken nugget would fall off of her lap, prompting every crow on the block to circle in for a snack. Gabi noticed and started rewarding the bird’s quick and hungry behavior, feeding them food scraps on her way to and from the bus stop with her brother.  Her mother encouraged her generosity and provides peanuts and food scraps to be distributed each day along with fresh water in the bird bath.

Before long small, shiny objects started showing up by the bird feeders.  The crows were showing the little girl that they appreciated her consistent feedings.  Gabie has received all kinds of gifts from the crows, including Lego pieces, beads, buttons, paper clips and pieces of foam. Her favorite gift of all is a pearl colored heart, she said, “It’s showing me how much they love me.”

It’s A ... |Conor Maynard|

Summary -  Can you do one where y/n is pregnant and can’t sleep coz of backache and wakes Conor up in the night in pain? Can you do an imagine were Conor and y/n find out that they are expecting a baby - they tell the boys / all the boys then start betting on the sex of the baby?

Word Count - 1,487

Warnings - N/A

A/N - I had two requests to do with Y/N being pregnant that both included Conor so I made them both into one!

Turning onto your left side, you let out a deep sigh as you pulled the duvet up to your chin and nuzzled into the pillow that was under your head.

You were trying to sleep, but the dull ache in your back was making that impossible. But you knew the pain would be worth it when you welcomed the little life into world in 4 months time. Though you and Conor were the only ones that actually knew you were carrying a tiny life inside of you. You thought Conor would have told his friends by now, but he had managed to keep it a secret for now.

You both wanted to do things right. So you decided to wait until you were five months gone before you told anyone, and since your five month mark was yesterday, you were fine to tell all of the boys, and Conor’s brother. You and Conor didn’t really feel ready to tell anyone yet.

Turning onto your back once again, you slid your hand under the duvet and onto your small bump that was just about showing. You had hidden it quite well by wearing Conor’s hoodies and jumpers. The boys didn’t think anything of it as you normally stole Conor’s clothes, but of course he didn’t mind.

A grumble from your right side disrupted your thoughts as you turned your head and smiled at Conor, who returned the smile but very sleepily.

“Can you not sleep?” Conor asked, stretching his arms above his head.

“Not really, my back is aching.” You shrugged, running your left hand through your hair.

“Hurting?” Conor asked, with a concerned look on his face. You smiled at how protective and caring he had been since you told him you were pregnant.

“No, just like a twitch in my back.” You sighed, resting the palm of your hand on your back and starting to rub it gently.

“Come here and sit infront of me.” Conor chuckled as he sat up, switching the light on that was perched on the bedside table next to him.

Smiling to yourself, you moved infront of Conor as he pulled his knees up and you sat yourself in between them.

Conor’s hands moved up the back of your shirt, well it was Conor’s shirt, and he started massaging your back, resting his chin on your shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck.

“I love you, you know that?” Conor mumbled, gently planting a few kisses along your jaw line as shivers shot down your spine. Conor must have felt the goose bumps under his touch because you felt him smirk against your neck.

“I love you too.” You chuckled, leaning your back against his chest as one of Conor’s hands moved around to your bump as the tension started to fade away from your chest.

After a few minutes, both of Conor’s hands were on your bump and he softly kissed your neck a few times.

“Feel better?” Conor asked, stroking your hair gently as you nodded.

“A lot better, thank you.” You smiled, turning around so you were facing him, cross legged.

That sleepy smile that you loved was still plastered on Conor’s face as his eyes sparkled slightly in the dim glow of the lamp on the bedside table.

“Can we go back to sleep?” Conor chuckled, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek.

Nodding in response, you lay back down on the bed and pulled the duvet over yourself again as Conor switched off the bedside lamp.

You felt Conor’s arms wrap around your waist as you turned onto your side again.

“I think we should tell the boys tomorrow, because I’ve got something planned.” Conor told you. Even though it was dark, you could hear him grinning.

“What have you got planned?” You asked, chuckling slightly. God knows what Conor had planned, but whatever it was you knew he wouldn’t tell you.

“You’ll see.” Conor chuckled, kissing your cheek before resting his head on his pillow again and he fell asleep in seconds.

Rolling your eyes in the darkness, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, wondering what Conor could possibly have planned that involved telling the boys and Jack.


The next morning, you were joined in the living room by 6 loud guys who were all asking the same question.

“Where’s Conor then?” Jack groaned impatiently.

“How should I know?” you chuckled, sitting on the sofa next to Joe.

You weren’t lying, you had no idea where Conor was, or when he was coming back.

“He left at 7 this morning, haven’t heard or seen him since.” You told the others, taking a sip of water from the bottle you were holding.

“Have you tried calling him?” Caspar asked, looking up from his phone.

“No Caspar, I never thought of that.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling. You knew Caspar was only trying to be helpful but sometimes it just didn’t pay off.

As if on queue, Conor stepped through the door a few minutes later, holding a box in his arms.

“You all made it!” He grinned excitedly, placing the box on the coffee table infront of himself.

Everyone, you included, looked at the box with a confused expression on your face.

“We’ve got something to tell you guys.” Conor smiled, sliding his jacket off and putting it on the arm of the sofa before offering you his hand.

Still with the confused expression on your face, you stood up and placed your hand in his, making sure his hoodie that you were currently wearing covered your bump.

“You’re engaged?” Jack asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows against his knees.

“No, we-” Conor started.

“You’re pregnant?” Joe laughed, as you and Conor fell silent and looked at the boys as they stared back at you.

“You’re pregnant?” Jack repeated, standing up and his eyes dropped to your stomach.

You nodded slightly as Conor’s grip tightened on your hand.

“Oh my god, I’m going to be an uncle!” Jack grinned, hugging Conor before picking you up off the floor and hugging you tightly.

“I didn’t think you had it in you!” Joe laughed, nudging Conor in the ribs gently with his elbow.

Conor rolled his eyes and chuckled as he hugged all of the boys, and they all hugged you as well.

“How did we not see the bloody bump?!” Caspar laughed, as you lifted your hoodie up slightly.

“Clearly I hid it well.” You chuckled, looking down at your bump.

“You’re barely showing though. Are you sure you’re pregnant?” Oli laughed.

“So what are you having?” Jack asked excitedly, having the same sparkle in his eyes that Conor had when he was happy.

“I bet it’s a boy!” Mikey piped up, smiling at you both.

“Girl!” Caspar shouted.

“No, it’s definitely a boy!” Josh butted in, chuckling.

“I actually hope it’s a boy!” Oli grinned.

“It’s a girl, promise!” Joe grinned, eyeing the plain white box suspiciously.

“We don’t actually know yet.” You told them, finding it very cute at how excited all of the boys were.

“Well, actually.” Conor chuckled, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb as you looked at him confused.

“I went to the hospital this morning and picked up the results, went to a place in town and they made a box to reveal the sex of the baby.” Conor told all of you.

“I thought it would be a bit more exciting this way.” Conor shrugged, looking at you shyly.

A grin spread across your face as you looked at Conor and kissed his cheek.

“Open it! I wanna know if I’m having a niece or nephew!” Jack shouted excitedly.

Conor rolled his eyes and chuckled, taking another smaller box out of the white one, which was splattered with flecks of pink and blue paint.

Butterflies instantly started flying around your stomach as you noticed the writing on the side of the box.

‘He or she? What will baby Maynard be?’


The sight of those words made your heart swell as the boys started shouting excitedly.

“Conor! Open the bloody box!” Joe laughed as Caspar started jumping up and down on the spot.

“You do it.” Conor grinned, rubbing your back gently.

Reaching over, you broke the seal on the box and out floated a large …

Pink balloon.

“It’s a girl!” You grinned excitedly, tears brimming your eyes as the boys all jumped on you and Conor, giving you both hugs once again.

“Our little girl!” Conor smiled happily, resting his hands on your bump as you felt her kick against his hand.

“Our little girl.” You smiled back, leaning your forehead against Conor’s as a single tear rolled down your cheek. You turned back to the boys, who were still bouncing around excitedly.

Your little girl was going to be incredibly lucky to have these idiots around all the time.

Imagine - you’re Negan’s only wife and you’re pregnant with his child, after he returns home from Alexandria and seeing Judith for the first time, you see the real soft side to your husband.

Warnings - swearing, fluff, negan is a warning on his own tbh.

Negan hadn’t left your side, you were nearing the last few days of your pregnancy until your due date and you were more excited than you ever had been. Your relationship with Negan hadn’t always been perfect, he did like to sleep around at the beginning but he soon realised he’d never get another chance with you, so left his other wives to spend the rest of his days by your side.

After the kid from Alexandria had turned up, Negan gave Simon strict orders to sit in your shared bedroom until he returned, and that was 2 days ago, of course you were beginning to worry, being pregnant wasn’t exactly a walk in the park, especially during an apocalypse.

Simon had made sure you were kept in bed, Carson came in to check on you every couple of hours doing his best not to wake you from your sleep, you were too worried though, “Where is he, Simon? Our baby is due today, why isn’t he here?”

Negan’s right hand man was like the brother you never had, he cherished you with all his heart and would do anything to protect you. Simon looked up from his book before throwing it aside and sitting on the edge of the kings sized bed, “He’ll be here, he’d never miss this, you hear?” You nod slowly as he tucks a strand of your H/C hair behind your ear, caressing your cheek slightly to soothe your nerves.

A soft knock sounds on the door, “Come in,” you groan in annoyance, the door opens slightly and you see Negan’s smirking face appear in the gap, “Negan,” you breathe as he steps in, dismissing Simon as he takes his jacket off, “I thought you wouldn’t be back in time.”

Negan smiles down at you as he climbs onto the space next to your body, lying beside you, “Like I would miss the birth of our son,” he rubs tender circles into your large stomach, gazing down on you lovingly, “Rick has another kid you know, a little girl, Judith, seeing her made me realise how lucky I am to have you,” he pauses, looking into your eyes, “Fuck, I love you, Y/N.”

In a second you slap his chest, “No swearing around the baby,” you remind him sternly, he would give him credit, he had been trying to control his language to the best of his ability, but even if it did slip you would tell him off.

Negan rolls his eyes at your words, “Sorry, doll,” he kisses your lips softly, both of you moving in sync. Your husband pulls you in closer, and as soon as he does you feel wetness gush between your thighs, you freeze, “Baby? Are you okay?” Negan sits up, assessing your suddenly frantic frame.

“Get Carson, he’s coming.”


It had been 7 hours since your water broke and to say you were in agony was an understatement, Negan did his best, pulled your hair away from your face and used a cold rag to ease your temperature, not once did he let go of your hand whilst Carson checked on you, “Alright, Y/N, it’s time to start pushing,” he tells you with confidence, “On three, one, two, three,” you push hard, a cry of pain erupting from your lips.

Negan sits beside you, hating that he can’t ease your pain for you as you push that little life from your body, he looks at you, how beautiful you are even in that moment as you push your son into the world, he looks at Carson who smiles slightly, “One more should do it, Y/N,” Negan grabs your hand, whispering sweetly into your ear as you push for the final time before the room is filled with the cries of you child, “We’ve got a boy,” Carson tells the pair of you as he wraps him up in multiple blanket, handing him to you almost immediately.

“Baby, I’m so proud of you,” Negan tells you, stroking your sweat ridden hair from your face, “And you’re still gorgeous,” you giggle at his comment before connecting your lips harshly, “I’ll never let anyone touch you.”

6 months later

Negan looks at you from across the room, how you bounce your son, Noah, on your hip in front of the women who loved him more and more each passing day. Negan knew it hadn’t been easy for you to get back to normal, he knew you felt insecure so when anyone mentioned something about ‘baby weight’ or anything of the sort he would should them down instantly, if anyone went to touch you or your boy then he would push them away.

One night you all lay in your shared bedroom, Noah resting on your bare chest as you play with his lack of hair. Negan rolls onto his side, his hand rubbing the soft, pink skin of his little soldier who sleeps soundly on your chest, “I want another one,” he tells you with a twinkle in his eye.

You look at your husband, “So do I,” you tell him, “How about we start trying again soon? We all know that’s the best part,” you attempt and innuendo, he smirks at your comment but doesn’t remove his eyes from your child.

“You know what? I think this is the best part, nothing can beat this,” he leans over you, planting a soft, loving kiss on your forehead before pulling you and Noah into his chest, wrapping his arms protectively around the both of you.

Teaching your child how to walk

I originally wrote this as a One Direction fanfic, but I wanted to re-posted as a Shawn Mendes fanfic, let me know what you guys think! (Also let me know if you guys have any fanfic ideas!)

You were currently in a small restaurant in down town Toronto with your husband Shawn and your guys’ daughter. The restaurant was nearly empty except for you guys and an old couple that was sitting at the corner enjoying their food quietly. You ate your food slowly as you watched Shawn holding your little girls hands trying to get her to walk. “Come on Sara, you can do it! Come to daddy” he said letting go of the little girls chubby hands so that she was standing on her own as he took a couple of steps away from her bending down and holding his arms open for the little girl to walk in. “Come on Sara!” he said clapping his hands together trying to encourage the little girl to take her first steps. The little girl was oblivious to her father talking as she just stared at the small toy in her hands enchanted by the simple toy in her tiny hands. She just giggled as she waved the toy up and down showing it to her daddy as she just stood there not taking a single step. “Yes, honey that’s your toy. Now why don’t you bring it to daddy!” he said motioning for her to come towards him, but she just kept on smiling and calling out to him as she showed him the toy. He let out a sigh running his hand through his hair making you chuckle. At the sound of your chuckle he turned to look at you watching the both of them with an amused smile on your face. “You find this funny?” he said with a playful smile. “Maybe just a little” you said motioning it with your hands. “Al-right well babe, I like to see you try” he said motioning towards Sara that was now seated on the floor playing with her toy. “She isn’t just going to magically walk because we ask her to Shawn. It will happened when it does” you said shrugging. “You’re only saying that because you know you can’t do it” he said standing up and raising a eye-brow at you challenging you. He knew that you never turned down a challenge. “Fine” you said giving him a smile as you got of from your seat to go stand where he was. He just smiled watching you bend down looking at your little girl. “Sara” you said in a sweet voice immediately capturing the little girls attention away from the toy to you. “You wanna come to mummy?” you asked her smiling. At first she seemed confused just looking at you blinking. But once you opened up your arms asking her to come to you she got up slowly clapping her hands excitedly. “Mummy!” she said as she took a small wobbly step watching you the whole time excitedly. You smiled brightly at her sudden step “There you go sweetie! Come on just a little more..” you said watching her carefully as Shawn watched the two of you with a surprised face. She took a couple of more steps and she finally came into your arms wrapping her short arms around your neck making you smile and hug her tightly as you stood up chuckling. “Good job baby-girl” you said kissing her on the cheek. You turned to see Shawn watching the to of you with a dreamily smile on his face. “I don’t understand how you do it” he said shaking his head but smiling. “What can I say? She loves her mummy” you said bouncing the small girl on your hip. “Hmm, just like her daddy” Shawn said smiling and placing a brief but soft kiss on your lips making you smile as well as the old couple on the table at the corner cooed at how cute you guys were making you blush and thank them as Shawn wrapped an arm around you smiling proudly at his little girl and his wife, thinking how lucky he was to have you both in his life. 

“You know I can just buy you one online?” Lena asked. “There have to be hundreds of them on eBay by now.”

Kara squinted at the shelves and shelves of cereal boxes. “It’s more fun this way.” She looked over the boxes and picked up a box of Lucky Charms. She looked at Lena and gestured to the boxes. “Your turn.”

When Lena bent over to pick up a slightly more adult Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Kara quickly lowered her glasses and scanned all the boxes in the aisle. She spotted one of the highly coveted prizes in the front box of Wheaties. She didn’t even wait for Lena to step away from the shelves before jumping up and grabbing it.

Lena looked her over, amused. Kara fixed her glasses, hugging her cereal to her chest. “I have a good feeling about these.”

“Mhmm,” Lena nodded. She looked at the box, the smiling faces of the members of NSYNC announcing a reunion tour and a chance to win special NYSNC branded sunglasses. “One out of ten wins.” She looked up at Kara. “Should we get ten?” She shook her head at herself. “Except, statistically that wouldn’t mean anything. That just means that for every ten boxes, they produced one with the sunglasses. We may have to go to another store.” When her eyes finally turned to Kara, she realized she’d been rambling. But the adoring grin on Kara’s face made her blush. She cleared her throat. “So are we buying cereal until we find them?”

“Luckily, everyone agreed to eat cereal at game night,” Kara gestured down the cereal aisle toward Alex and Maggie who were looking at the healthier options.

“Maybe we should go pick out something with some nutritional value,” Lena started walking toward Alex and Maggie, but Kara grabbed her hand.

“Oh no,” Kara held onto Lena loosely. “You promised that you’d junk food out with us. And Alex has already booby trapped all of Maggie’s granola so you’re going to eat a lot of sugar and pass out like everyone else.”

They both grew quiet, their hands still attached. When a small girl ran down the aisle, it jarred Kara into letting go of Lena.

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alittlemissfit  asked:

126. "I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that." For the drabble challenge! If you want. :)

She’s still wrestling with the tricky little catch on her new grey pencil skirt, feeling slightly claustrophobic in the stall closest to the far wall in the fifth-floor ladies’ room, when the outside door swings open and three or four pairs of heels go clacking across the tile.

“God, I thought they were NEVER gonna let us take a break. I didn’t go through the fucking Academy and bust my ass in the field for five years just to sit through an entire day’s worth of slides on how not to sexually harass myself.”

A derisive snort. “We’re the least of the Bureau’s goddamn problems — six women in that room, I counted —”

“I bet every last one of us’s had to nut-punch at least one of the fifty-three men in there. Counted them, too.”

The sounds of several of the stalls being occupied, a little cross-chatter about who’s had to nut-punch whom (and who might actually have requested that act — peals of laughter echo off the walls).

Wardrobe finally in order, she’s reaching for the latch when she hears something from the direction of the sinks that makes her curious; she stops, listening with wide eyes.

“Spooky Mulder’s the only one I wouldn’t have minded getting inappropriately touched by —”

Bawdy cackling. How irritating — grown women, FBI agents, for god’s sake. Her pulse begins to pound.

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Player: Morgan Rielly - Maple Leafs 

Prompt: You and Morgan recall how you first met. 

Mentions: Mitch Marner, Jake Gardner, James Van Riemsdyk

 Warnings: None.

Preview: One of your girls walked up to you and Morgan with the biggest grin. “Mr. Rielly you should really date Ms. Y/L/N and be in love! You can get married and everything!” she smiled batting her eyelashes. 

Characters: 1200 Words. 

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

 You looked at the camera being set up in your face as Morgan gave you a tight squeeze. He could tell you were nervous and was hoping to calm you a bit. 

“I don’t know how good I will be at this, I'm just a school teacher from Toronto.” you said with a bit of a shake in your voice. 

The Leafs were doing a Valentine’s video for their official website and thought it would be cute if some of the couples told the story of how they first met. Morgan being the hopeless romantic that he is, was the first to sign up. 

“You’ll be fine babe! All we have to do is tell the story of how you met the love of your life.” He wiggled his eyebrows and gave a quick smirk. 

You rolled your eyes. “I am not so sure anymore.” You giggled as he gave you a fake look of utter shock. You were then interrupted by one of the Leafs media guys.

“Y/N, Morgan, We are ready to start when you are.” You looked at Morgan. “Ready?” “I’m always ready babe!“ 

“Hi I’m Morgan Rielly and this is my girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N. We met in her kindergarten classroom a few years ago and I have been in love with her from that moment on.” He smiled at you. 

“I don’t know why I was elbow deep in glitter and fingerpaint” you laughed as you recalled the first time you met Morgan. 

You had always been a hockey fan, so when you were told the Maple Leafs were to be visiting your elementary school, you were ecstatic. You attended the “Pep Rally” with your class and quickly caught a glance at the messy haired blonde. You would be lying if you didn't dress up a little knowing that Leafs players would be among staff at the school. You even had gotten up a bit earlier opting for a cute dress and cardigan instead of your usual t-shirt and jeans. You watched along with your students as the players talked about being good sports and staying in school. You even swore that same blonde boy was smiling at you, but you were in an auditorium filled with kids, he could have been smiling at anyone. The pep rally ended and you tried to round up your now quite hyper class of five-year-olds. That was the last you thought you would see of the cute blonde hockey player and let your mind get back to work. 

It was spring and you thought it was a good idea to have the kids make flowers to take home to their parents. While the children were at specials you changed into a maple leafs t-shirt and a pair of jeans. You put your hair into a messy bun and started to set out all the supplies. Glitter, Fingerpaint, Construction Paper, the Works.

 An hour in, you were covered in paint, glitter, and glue. Your kids were finishing up their projects when there was a knock at the door. 

“Ryan can you do me a favor and get the door, please. Look Before you open it!” you called out. You were in the middle of standing on a chair on your tiptoes trying to put away the supplies. You heard the door open and a string of gasps and cheers. 

 “What in the…” you looked over your shoulder to see four hockey players making their way into the room. You could not believe that Morgan Rielly, James Van Riemsdyk, Jake Gardner, and Mitch Marner were standing in your classroom. 

“Hope we aren’t interrupting?” Mitch answered. “No, not at all! I just wasn’t expecting guests I guess?” You smiled trying to get the supplies on the shelf hurriedly. Morgan smiled at you. “Let me help you with that! He exclaimed jogging over and easily setting the supplies in their place. He then grabbed you by the waist and helped you from the chair. This was followed by oohs from your students and you noticed his team even joined in. You looked at him a little surprised but smiled. "Why thank you." 

"How is everyone today!” James asked. He was answered with a cheer of goods and greats. 

“We were just about to go outside for recess if you boys would like to join us” the kids all looked at the boys smiling waiting for an answer. “We do have hockey equipment.” you tried hoping the boys would say yes.“ 

You thought Mitch had died and gone to heaven. "Of course we will! We would never say no to hockey!” The others nodded in agreement. You helped your students gather up the equipment the four leafs boys helping as well. 

You stood to the side watching the boys play hockey with your class. You couldn’t help but swoon. Seeing your love for hockey and the loves you spent every day with couldn’t be better. You were so focused watching that you didn’t notice the same blonde haired boy walk up next to you. 

 “You have some great kids in your class you know,” Morgan said, bringing you from your thoughts.

 “Awe thank you, they really are a great group of kids, I love them a lot.”

 You smiled at your students and then turned to him. 

Was Morgan Rielly really looking at you like that, you shook it over thinking you must be going mad. 

 One of your girls walked up to you and Morgan with the biggest grin. “Mr. Rielly you should really date Ms. Y/L/N and be in love! You can get married and everything!” she smiled batting her eyelashes. 

 You were dumbfounded, turning quite the shade of pink but before you could speak to your student, Morgan answered for you. 

 He got down on one knee looking at the little girl. “You know sweetheart, I would be lucky if a girl as pretty as you or Ms. Y/L/N would ever go on a date with me.” She giggled and hugged his neck running off to play hockey again. 

 Once more you went to open your mouth but Morgan found words for you.

“How about that date?

 You smiled as Morgan finished telling the story, not noticing Jake and Mitch sneaking up behind you. 

 “What he didn’t tell you is, Morgan asked to tour the school to talk to the kids when in reality he was looking for the cute teacher he saw at the assembly that he was obsessing over!” Jake chuckled as Morgan elbowed him. 

 “You never told me that!” you giggled as Morgan was turning a shade of red. 

 “Oh and we gave your student five bucks to walk over and say you two should date, so basically us guys are responsible for getting you two lovebirds together,” Mitch stated as he squeezed you both in a tight hug. 

 “I would have asked her out!” Morgan exclaimed as the boys started to argue. You giggled and threw your arms up, looking at the camera shaking your head.