this-is-three-or-four-years-old

today at work I had a girl greet me by saying “I’m six!” and then she pointed to her sister and said “she’s three! But she’s almost four” so I asked if her birthday was coming up soon and this three-almost-four year old says “no I had my birthday last year”

Nesting Headcanons

-Omegas start nesting at a young age, like three or four years old, not so much because they need to but because they see their mother do it and they want to do it too. They start with small nests made just about anywhere, their bed, the floor, the couch, anywhere they feel like settling. Their little nests are always filled with small blankies and stuffed toys. At this age they don’t really care who is near their nest, they actually love having people around because they take pride in showing it off

-As Omegas start to get older, around twelve to fourteen years old, they become very dependent on the security and comfort their nest provides. They no longer like people being around it because they’re starting to be able to pick up the scents of other dynamics more and it makes them uncomfortable to have other scents on their nest besides their own

-When an Omega goes into heat for the first time, around fifteen to seventeen years old, they often make a new nest in a dark and enclosed place like their closet. Absolutely no one is welcome in or near that nest, with the exception of their Omega parent who checks in with food and water every now and then, since at this age the Omega usually won’t have a mate to take care of them yet

-Unmated Omegas always have a nest made, mated Omegas don’t though because they have an Alpha to provide them with warmth, comfort and security. Mated Omegas will usually only nest during heats, pregnancies, sicknesses and when they are extremely stressed or sad. Only their Alpha is allowed in these nests

-Whenever an Omega buys a new blanket they will insist that their Alpha needs to cuddle in it with them before it can be used for a nest, because it needs to have their scents rubbed into it

-Little Omega children excitedly building a big nest for them and their Alpha and Beta siblings in the living room on movie nights so they can all be cuddly and cozy together

-When Omegas are building a nest they become very zoned into it and even their Alpha has difficulty getting their attention until the Omega is satisfied with it

-An Alpha trying to be helpful and building a nest for their Omega who is about to go into heat, the Omega being very appreciative of the gesture but as soon as the Alpha leaves the room they rearrange everything the way they like it because Omegas are very particular about their nests

-Omegas are very uncomfortable with any Alpha scent besides their mates being anywhere near their nest, the scents of other Omegas can be comforting at times though

-During summer Omegas build their nests with light sheets and blankets and prefer to sleep naked because they love the soothing feel of the cool linens on their warm skin, but in winter they will use the thickest and softest blankets they can find while wearing fuzzy pajamas and snuggling as close to their Alpha as possible

-A small Omega building a nest and insisting that their Alpha parent cuddle in it with them, “like you do with mama!” and the Omega parent trying not to laugh as their big strong Alpha is cuddled into a tiny nest of stuffed animals and pink flowery blankets

How To Be A Good Med Student In The Clinical Years

A doctor once told me that the best instrument we have is medicine is the retrospectoscope.  Basically he was saying that often it is easier to make sense of things when looking back from the vantage point of the future.  This is true of life too.  After being an intern for two months I suddenly understand what things make for a strong med students, and what things do not.  Unfortunately, I feel like I lacked many of the qualities that would have made me a helpful med student.  Though I cannot rectify my own mistakes, perhaps I can pass my advice on to future generations of third and fourth year medical students.  I now present, how to be a good clinical med student:

  1. Show up.  This seems obvious.  When you are there to work, then be there to work.  It is so frustrating when medical students are mysteriously absent all the time (only to be found later in the cafe or cafeteria) or when they are there but totally disinterested in what is going on.  I understand that sometimes as a medical student things get slow - like when the interns are putting in orders and notes or when there is a slow call day.  But at least bring something to read.  Don’t play Pokemon Go.  Don’t spend all day on Uworld.  Make an effort to learn real clinical medicine.
  2. Take initiative to learn.  When I was a third year I would wander the hospital to find learning opportunities.  I made friends with the telemetry nurses and they started a folder of good tele strips to give me each day.  I would go to other teams and see if their patients had good exam findings.  I found the cardiology fellows and asked if they had good patients with murmurs.  There is so much learning that can happen if you are willing to experience it.  Now, referring back to number 1, make sure you always let your residents know where you are.  Personally, I would be ecstatic if my students went to hunt down murmurs rather than playing Pokemon Go. 
  3. Read your patient’s chart.  This can be very helpful and will make you look like a star.  Residents are busy taking admissions and sometimes don’t have the time to hunt down records that are three and four years old.  You can stand out by doing that  Look at a patient’s past hospital notes or their specialty clinic notes.  For example, you might be able to alert the resident that an old echocardiogram demonstrated a below normal ejection fraction, which in turn might change how much fluid the patient is given.  Or perhaps you found that during a hospitalization in the past the patient became delirious and needed a one-to-one sitter.  Find ways to add information in a helpful, non-prescriptive, non-judgmental way.  I guarantee your reviews will benefit.
  4. Read about your patient’s condition.  Even if you just browse Medscape, UpToDate, or some other curated source, make sure you understand the basics of your patient’s primary diagnosis.  If they are there for heart failure, read over the basics of treatment.  If they have autoimmune hepatitis look up some info on diagnosis and prognosis.  These things will get noticed, especially when you ask intelligent questions on rounds.  Do not be like a med student I had who, when asked, reported for 4 straight days that he had not read about his patient’s disease.  He instead responded he was too busy with Uworld so he would get a good shelf score.
  5. See your patients.  I literally had students who, on rounds, tried to present without actually having seen the patient in the morning.  This is a huge no-no.  Get to work early enough to see your patients, review their labs, and their overnight events.  
  6. Practice your presentations.  Even if it is on your own or with other medical students, spend time working on your presentation skills.  Heck, even ask the residents to watch you.  I would be happy to do that for any of my students.  Unfortunately, none have taken me up on that offer and instead bumble through their presentation each day making the same mistakes.  By the end of medical school you need to be able to make a good presentation. 
  7. Spend time working on note writing.  Compare your notes to your residents’, your attendings’, and the specialists’.  Everyone has a different style.  Look at lots of notes to determine a style for yourself.  
  8. Forget all the step 1 stuff you learned.  I find many students perseverate on the terrible stereotypes and patterns they see on step 1.  Not all black people with cough have sarcoidosis.  Not every patient with acute kidney injury needs urine eosinophils.  These are good associations, but realize that step 1 has little overlap with real clinical medicine.  Take those associations with a grain of salt. 
  9. Don’t just look for zebras.  I cannot tell you how many times students opt not to follow a patient because the case “doesn’t seem that interesting.”  The majority of medicine is made up of mundane and common diseases such as heart failure, pneumonia, COPD, cirrhosis, etc.  It is pretty rare to get the exciting cases, like disseminated histoplasmosis or a crazy paraneoplastic syndrome.  A lot of learning can happen on cases that are “bread and butter” medicine.  Make sure you follow those cases too. 
  10. Be gentle to your interns/residents.  The transition from 4th year to being a doctor is swift and brutal.  It is easy to criticize when you aren’t the one taking 5 admits.  Find ways to help your intern/resident, because in return they will help you.  I learned this lesson the hard way my 4th year, when I unintentionally threw an intern under the bus while trying to look smart.  Afterwards she took me aside and reminded me that she controlled much of my fate while I was a student under her.  I learned my lesson and we went on to become very good friends.

The clinical years of medical school are daunting.  You constantly feel like a tap dancing monkey, trying to impress people you barely have time to get to know.  But personally, I am not looking for someone who knows everything about everything.  That’s why you are in school.  The best thing you can get out of third and fourth year is how to do a good history and physical, how to write good notes, and how to triage patients.  The best students are interested, willing to learn, and know their patients well.  If you keep that in mind, the clinical years are much simpler.  I promise, if you follow your patients you will learn much more than just doing qbank questions.   

Best of luck on your clinical rotations.  Don’t make things too complicated.  At the end of the day have fun, treat your patients right, and keep an open mind.  The learning will happen whether you recognize it or not.

dancing-thru-clouds  asked:

Okay, Tegs, I'm gonna have to ask you to explain the 'getting asked to leave preschool' thing

Preschool was a weird time for me. I was one of those horribly precocious children- I’d taught myself to read before I was three- and so while my classmates were learning their ABCs, I was reading chapter books I’d brought from home. It was honestly a total waste of time, and I acted out a lot because I was bored as hell. It was really more like day care, but understaffed- for the entire three and four year old class, there was only one teacher. Her name was Sister Ida and she would play us songs on the guitar and sing. But this wasn’t enough to mollify me; I had been SO EXCITED about school because that’s where you get to learn. The kids in books all went to school- my mom says that the summer before I started pre-school, I’d get out of bed and wake her up in the middle of the night asking if it was time to go to school. But then school turned out to be an utter disappointment. A lot of preschool is really about socialization; learning to share, learning to get along with other kids, learning not to be pushy- but I would shut down around other kids because I just wanted to read books. I’d throw a fit when my books were taken away, so Sister Ida just let me read. What else could she do? My parents didn’t want to move me up a grade because I was bad enough at talking to children my own age and they really didn’t think I’d thrive with kids older than me. I wasn’t more mature emotionally than my age cohort- I was just academically quicker, and that was a recipe for disaster if they’d bumped me up. 

My parents could never get stuff done with me around, because I was always asking a million questions, so they turned to that old standby, the electronic babysitter. If I was out of books to read, I could turn on the TV; my mom just left the one in the living room tuned to the Discovery Channel.  This was old school Discovery Channel, not the reality show network it is today, which meant that I was watching animal documentaries all the time

One day, I saw a documentary about sea turtles. Specifically it was a program about the miracle of sea turtle birth- how they have so many eggs and how they don’t all make it to the sea. There was a segment on how the sea turtles find mates and how the males hang onto the females for up to twenty-four hours and how mating is violent but then she has all those eggs… I thought it was amazing. It seemed like some kind of magic trick- insert magic wand, presto change-o, baby sea turtles. I decided that I would take this in for show and tell- I would demonstrate (drumroll, please) mating

I had these little plastic turtles that I put in my schoolbag. Show and tell came around and when it was my turn, I stood up in front of the class and said “I’m going to show you how sea turtles mate!” 

Sister Ida was not fast enough to stop me. I started talking about how the sea turtles entered a mating bond and stacked the plastic turtles on top of each other and then talked about how the eggs came out of the female’s cloaca. It was upsetting to the other children because I was using big words they didn’t know and it was upsetting to the nun because I was teaching three year olds about sex. When I started talking about how the male enters the cloaca and stays there for as long as a day and how the female sea turtle tries to bite him because his claws hurt, well… they’re just lucky I didn’t have visual aids beyond those two plastic turtles because male sea turtle genitals are enormous and horrifying. 

This all led to a conference with my parents where the principal explained that 1.) I wasn’t learning anything; 2.) that my boredom was actually diminishing my burgeoning social skills; 3.) and that I was introducing material that wasn’t grade appropriate to kids who didn’t understand. Really, it was the best thing for me- the principal thought that I’d be better off at the public school where they actually had resources beyond a singing nun with a guitar. So when it was time for kindergarten, that’s where I went. 

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In Pidge’s defence she hadn’t known that the ancient and unstable Altean artefact was there. She had just assumed it was an ugly Vase and hadn’t thought twice about moving it into the common room so she had something to put her spare nuts and bolts in.
She had actually forgotten all about it by time she had started working on her laptop and the other members of her team had slowly filed in still looking half asleep.
As normal Lance was the last to join them, yawning loudly as if to announce his presence before flopping down on the couch across Hunks lap.
Hunk didn’t hesitate to run his fingers through the blue paladin’s hair like he was some kind of cat.
“I’m bored.” Lance declared after only a few minutes, rolling off Hunk to the ground.
“Then go do something.” Pidge suggested not even looking up from her computer.
“But I don’t wanna do anything!” Lance moaned lying face down on the floor making small noises of protest.
“God Lance your such a child.” Keith rolled his eyes.
As if to prove Keith’s point Lance began kicking his legs like a toddler.
Shiro saw what was going to happen before it happened. He tried to warn Lance but before he could say anything he kicked the vase over causing it to smash against the floor.
“Lance!” Pidge snapped placing her computer to one side, annoyance clear on her face.
“Sorry sorry I’ll clean it up” he replied sheepishly standing up as he began to gather the pieces in his hand.
Hunk was going to warn him to be careful not to cut himself but before the words left his mouth Lance hissed in pain as a thin line of blood formed on his finger.
“Oh Lance.” Hunk mumbled under his breath as he slowly shook his head getting up to grab a cloth to stop the bleeding.
“Jeez can’t you do anything without making a mess.” Pidge huffed surprised by the lack of response. “Lance?”
Shiro asked a feeling of dread settling in.
Lance had gone very quiet, his brow spotted with sweat and his hands were shaking.He looked like he was about to throw up.
“Lance, buddy what’s wrong?” Hunk asked worry clear in his voice.
Lance’s knees suddenly buckled and Hunk had to lung forwards to catch the limp paladin before he hit the floor.
“Lance!” The four yelled rushing over to him.
His face was scrunched in pain, but the most disturbing part was the sounds.
It was like his bones were being ground up.
They watched in horror as they saw Lance’s bones physically move beneath his skin.
“I’ll get Allura!” Keith yelled before running off.
As the minutes ticked by Lance seemed to be physically shrinking.
His lanky frame becoming smaller and smaller, his jaw line rearranging to become softer with fuller cheeks.
He was tiny by the time Allura came racing into the room, she looked around eyes landing on Lance and yelled something in Altean.
The shrinking seemed to stop but Lance still seemed to be in a considerable amount of pain.
“Allura what happened to him?” Shiro asked looking down at his team mate.
Not only was he now smaller he looked younger too. Easily passing for only three or four years old.
“I believe he somehow triggered the Arcane Varse.” She replied grimly placing a hand on his forehead frowning.
“The ugly vase he broke?” Pidge asked.
“That is correct, such artefacts are designed to help young Altean’s learn how to shape shift. However when Lance cut himself it must of logged his DNA and caused the change to what the artefact expected its user to be.”
“Can we turn him back?” Hunk asked still holding Lance close like he was afraid he may dissipear completely.
“With the artifact broken… he is stuck like this until we find a replacement however…”
“Let me guess it’s a super rare object and likely we won’t be able to find it!” Keith snapped angrily.
His anger only intensified when Allura nodded in response “why the hell would you just leave that lying around!” He yelled.
Allura opened her mount to answer when a small whimper came from Lance.
Everyone stopped and stared as he slowly opened his eyes.
“W-what happened?” He asked seeing his teams worried stares.
Lance realised fairly quickly something was wrong from how high his voice was and how big his clothes seemed on him.
The final clue was that he was being cradled by Hunk.
The tears started to fall before he could stop them, loud sobs wracked his body.

—————————————- Based off: https://raiyakun.tumblr.com/post/160291315544/vent-doot

I firmly consider threatening your child with going to hell as a means of controlling them and punishing them for acting like a regular child is abuse.

There is absolutely no reason your three/four year old should be terrified of going to hell. Even older children should not be living in fear and thinking that disobeying you is the equivalent to disobeying god, and their souls are being damned.

Oh My Baby

Request: I want to request a chanyeol scenario. The story is similar to Oh My Lady drama…

Oh My Baby Masterlist ||

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 1427


Two weeks. Two weeks is all it can take for a life to drastically change, for better or worse. In Chanyeol’s opinion, it was definitely for the worse.

Two weeks ago, he was sat in his desk chair in his new house, composing new melodies for the groups’ latest album. He was happily strumming on his guitar when the doorbell rang, causing him to sigh in mild frustration before carefully setting the instrument down on the carpeted floor and standing to answer the door.

He was in no way prepared for what lay behind it.

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When I was about four or so, I was over at my aunt and uncle’s house and all us kids were pretending to be pirates (we had just watched ‘Hook’) and one of my younger cousins asked me what an island was. I said it was land (maybe I said ground, I don’t remember) with water all around it. He said “oh, OK” and we went back to playing pirates.

Even at three and four years old respectively, neither one of us said “big water ocean water.”

Therefore I am willing to say that I have more confidence in the abilities of any two children, too young for Kindergarten, selected at random than in Donald Trump, and that I can present objective evidence in support of this belief.

Surprise (Part 1)

Shawn Mendes x Reader

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Word Count- 2345

Summary- You decide to surprise Shawn with both your’s and his family on a special concert night!

Triggers- navy homecoming, fluff

A/N- sooooo hi… been a while huh? Believe me, I have been reading A LOT, but I honestly haven’t felt very motivated to do some writing of my own. Until last night. I went to Illuminate Boston last night and I fell in love all over again. So real quick my best friend and I were walking out of the bathroom and I literally stopped in my tracks because Geoff was standing right outside of the bathroom. IN THE MIDDLE OF A BUSY HALLWAY. Nobody was talking to him and everyone was walking by him oblivious to who he was. I walked right up to him and asked for a pic but HES NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE PICS WITH US. I honestly knew he wouldn’t let us take pics but I guess I was just looking to talk to him. But back to the concert it was unreal we had pretty good seats and just seeing his little face in person again made me so happy now that he is gone I’m sad but I’ll just write out my feelings so here we go

p.s.- when I refer to TD Garden i refer to the arena of the Boston concert, that’s where the Boston Celtics play!


Surprises.

You hate receiving them but you love dishing them out. There is nothing like the warm embrace of and over joyed person, especially if that person is Shawn.

Your and Shawn have been dating for six years, that’s right, six. Okay, long story short you are very close family friends with the Warburton family. They lived in Massachusetts next to you before they moved back to Canada for work. You decided to visit them when you were in seventh grade, on a family trip of course. Ian happened to be over his best friend Shawn’s house and because you simply couldn’t wait to see Ian you went over yourself. You totally had a crush on the twelve year old Shawn within a few days and by the time you left, you had shared your first kiss. Long distance life was tough, but somehow, even six years later, you managed to keep the relationship flourishing.

Okay, back to your surprise.

You go to school in New York. NYU, to be precise. So you had told Shawn that you needed to be there to help the freshman move in the day after the concert. That was true, the freshman did move in the day after the concert, but you were in no way a part of that. He was upset because of all the concerts he plays at he can guarantee loved ones of some sort at two; Toronto and Boston. You have always been there for both of those concerts and as a matter of fact, you had been there for almost every concert during the summer for the past three years. You were fortunate enough to tour with him, but unfortunately this past August you were unable to continue touring the Illuminate World Tour because of an internship opportunity that was too good to pass up and your loving and thoughtful boyfriend would never allow you to give it up to follow him around all summer, no matter how much you loved it.  

So you threw him off. Nobody was coming to Boston to see him perform. How sad for him. What he doesn’t know, is that his family is on their way from Ontario and you aren’t at NYU, instead you are loading your large family into the car just as he called you.

“Hey baby,” he whispers, “I miss you.”

“Hi sweetheart,” you say as you simultaneously shush you little brother as you buckle him into his car seat, “I miss you too baby.”

“Do you have time to chat?” He asks hopefully.

“Sorry baby this isn’t really a good time, I have a bunch of RAs up my ass.” You pretend sigh, “Can I call you later?”

“After the show?” Shawn asks.

“Of course baby! You know I wish that I could be there, it just didn’t fall at the right time. I will make it up to you I promise. I love you and have a good show.” You abruptly hang up and yell to your family that is left in he house, “Is everybody ready? We need to leave now!” And soon everyone joins you in the car.

You have a fairly large family. Well, at least it’s large compared to the Mendes family. You have your two parents, a twenty-two year old brother named Matt, an eighteen year old sister named Jenna, a fourteen year old sister named Ella, and a three (almost four) year old brother named Jackson.

Your brother Matt is a dedicated Navy Seal and has been for two years. He completed freshman and sophomore year at a business school near home, simply because he felt he had to. The college route was what your parents always pushed. You were happy to comply; Matt not so much. Matt had confided in you that he was failing his second semester of classes. He has always been your best friend. Jenna and Ella were both close because they were amazing dancers. You and Matt were good at sports and would rather just hang out with loved ones. When Jackson came around he fit perfectly into your little group. Jackson was born right around when Matt and you were the closest as you helped him make his decision to leave college and enlist. Life without Matt had been difficult. As he was in training for six months in California little baby Jackson was your little savior. You were broken every day when You remembered the grueling training your older brother and role model was going through. A little part of you thought that you were helping to influence Jackson and raise him as a happy young boy. Matt came home after he graduated training for two months. For the last nine months Matt has been on active duty. You have been able to speak to him a few times a month but not nearly enough to satisfy your nerves. 

Yesterday was an amazing day. You were finalizing the last minute plans of joining both yours’ and Shawn’s families to surprise Shawn on the day of his concert. The only person on Shawn’s crew that knew of the unexpected surprise was Geoff. You had just finished helping Jackson into his spiderman pajamas after his bat. You had Jackson on your hip as you walked downstairs to bring him to watch TV with his sisters before bedtime. as you turned the corner from the stairs you noticed the door to the garage was open. Shortly after you glanced that way your parents entered through the doorway. Then your sisters. Then a face you hadn’t seen in a while. 

Matt. 

“Matty…” You half whisper half cry as tears stream down your face. Jackson is trying his hardest to wiggle out of your embrace as Matt begins walking closer to you. 

“MATT! MATT! It’s me! It’s me your brother Jax!” Jackson screams. Jay was a name only three people were allowed to call Jackson. Those three people happened to be you, Matt, and Shawn. 

“I know buddy!” Matt exclaims, “I missed you little man!” Matt takes Jax out of your arms and Jax quickly wraps his arms around Matt’s neck. You bring your hands to cover your mouth in disbelief as you cry. This can’t be him. Matt wasn’t expected home for another month. Your body seemed to be frozen in place so Matt placed his free arm on you back and pulled you into his chest. You practically sobbed at the feeling of his touch. 

“Wh-What are you doing here?” You cried.

“What? Am I not allowed to miss my family?” Matt laughs sarcastically. He will never admit it, but there were tears slipping down his cheeks as well that night. 

Okay, for real, back to reality. 

You’re on your way to the concert and everything seems to be in place. The Mendes family (minus Shawn obviously) are stocked up in a hotel room about a block from TD Garden. You are twenty minutes away from the city. When you arrive you are going to hop into one of the tour vans that sit like twelve people with the Mendes family, then you will all go into the arena and surprise Shawn. The show starts at 7:30 and you plan on arriving at the Garden at about 7. Everyone (except for Shawn) knows you are arriving, only Geoff knows that your family and Shawn’s family will also be arriving, and only your family knows that Matt is with you. Matt and Geoff are very close as well. Although Geoff is a few years older than Matt, they get along like brothers because when we met the Warburton family, Ella was really little and there were like six more years until Jackson was born. 

Okay, this time you are really going to stay in the present. 

You pulled up in front of the Marriott and quickly exchanged the families into the tour van. Ella and Aaliyah were obviously gushing about school gossip. They practically know everything about each other. You will catch up with Aaliyah when  you head to the VMAs with Shawn later, when your family isn’t with you. 

“How long has it been since you have seen Shawn?” Your mom asks Karen. 

“Well…” She begins, “He came home about three weeks ago for a few days. He likes to think he is good at communicating with his father and I, but really the only one he wants to talk to is back there.” She says pointing to the back row where you and Matt are sitting with Jax on your lap. 

“Me?!” Jax screams excitedly, obviously listening in on their private conversation. 

“Nooo silly boy!” Karen laughs, “I’m talking about the pretty girl behind you.”

“Who me?” You ask, mid-laugh as Matt was telling a funny story from his life at the compound.  

“Who else would she be talking about?” Jenna sasses. She always loves seeing  the Mendes family, but to be honest you have always felt that she is a little jealous of your’s and Shawn’s relationship. She doesn’t necessarily want to be with Shawn herself, but she wants the relationship that you share. 

“You know he’s going to marry you someday (Y/N).” Aaliyah shares with you. You have dreamed of that yourself, but it makes your heart flutter and your cheeks flush when someone else says that to you. After such a long and deep relationship you could only hope. 

“Alright we are pulling up!” Manny calls out as you approach the stage entrance of TD Garden. You shoot a quick text to Geoff letting him know that you had approached the stage door. He replies letting you know that Shawn has finished his Q&A and he is just hanging around in his dressing room with some of the band. 

You all wait in the van for Geoff to show up outside of the doors. The conversation is quiet and calm as you all periodically glance toward the door. You rearrange your outfit and brush your hands through your hair. 

“Is someone nervous?” Matt jokes. 

“I haven’t seen him in a month, I know that’s not long but I just miss him so much.” You whisper. 

“You look bootiful.” Jay whispers and both you and Matt laugh. 

“Well I sure hope I look booty-ful! And thank you Jax!” You pull one of his cheeks and he wiggles toward Matt.

“I just want to see brother Shawn!” Jay whines. Jax has only been alive when you and Shawn were dating and he has only had the pleasure of knowing the (Y/N) that is so deeply in love with Shawn, the happiest Shawn. 

Your breath hitches as you see Geoff’s figure walk through the doorway and you practically push everyone out of the car to get to him. Jay walks over to your mom to hold her hand to so you can give Geoff a hug.

“Hey (Y/N)! Long time kid.” Geoff smiles. 

“Too long!” You laugh. 

“He talks about you every waking minute he is away from you on this tour.” Geoff whines, “It drives us all insane I swear… wait” And then he finally sees him. Matt walks out of the van and Geoff’s face lights up. “Matt man! It’s so good to see you brother!” Geoff pushes right past Shawn’s parents and envelops Matt in his arms. “I didn’t know you were coming!”  

“Yeah well surprise!” Matt laughs. 

“I can’t wait to hear all about your leave on duty, but first there is someone that really needs to see his girlfriend, like now.” Geoff begins handing out VIP passes to your and Shawn’s family. 

“Off day?” You sigh. 

“Yeah, he just thought this night would go differently and he’s a little down.” Geoff says as he places your lanyard over your neck. Your lanyard isn’t just the Shawn VIP Pass. Your’s is an actual Illuminate Identification card with your picture and everything because you spent almost two months on tour with Shawn. 

You glance down at the card on your neck and traces the edges with your finger, “I missed this.” You smile back up at Geoff as he gives you a sweet smile. He is exited for Shawn, he needs this more than anything. You all follow Geoff through the hallways of the Garden, the two of you leading up front. 

All of your loved ones following you can see the smile that is slowly growing on your face with every step. They all know your and Shawn’s love is different. It’s not just puppy love anymore and its not just dating, its more. Its a lifetime worth of happy that they have all been lucky enough to watch grow and they have been able to watch it change you as well, the both of you. Everyone can see this, well maybe except for Jackson. Jackson just likes to look at the green walls for the Boston Celtics. Green is his favorite color. 

Geoff stops you right in front of the doorway to Shawn’s dressing room. You can hear him talking quietly to a couple of his bandmates and crew. You turn around and mouth to your entire family, “Here we go!”

As you turn into the doorway you see Shawn sitting on the couch, guitar resting on his knee. He is slightly facing toward you and he is talking mindlessly with Zubin as Mike drums on the table to the right of him. 

As soon as you turn into the room you rest your shoulder on the side of the doorframe and cross your arms. You meet eyes with his and they immediately open wider as a bright smile spreads across his face. Your backstage identification rests cooly over your arms as it shines in the lights of the mirrors.

You smile lightly as you can see Geoff to your left and you say, “Hey handsome”

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Like Him (Peter Maximoff x Reader) (Run Out On Me PT 2)

Originally posted by quicksilver-gifs


Summary: Peter regrets everything and you dont feel a thing.

Authors Note: Hello angels! I’m sorry for not posting recently, I’ve had a lot on my plate during the past month or so BUT I’m back for now. Anyways here’s the highly requested Run Out On Me Part 2! Enjoy <3

Warming(s): Swearing and angst.

Like Him

You remember crying that night, to the point where you had no tears and your throat was dry from all the sobs you’d let out. You didn’t dare move from where you were, scared that if you returned to your bedroom, you would break down all over again.  So you stayed seated on the floor of your once shared living room, watching a re-run of friends and running through all the possible scenarios of what could have been your future.

If you were scared before, you sure as hell were now. The thought of raising a child on your own scared you, especially with how unpredictable your mutation was and how it was more than likely that your child would end up with one too. You knew absolutely nothing about parenting , let alone looking after a newborn since you’d never had any younger siblings to help care for.

You had no clue what to do with yourself that night, so you just slept. The next day you’d called up your good friend Jean Grey, who you knew from the X-mansion and told her everything. Of course you’d ended up breaking into tears again, but you were happy to know that someone supported you and was ecstatic  for you. You remember laughing as Scott threatened to hunt Peter down and beat him up, but you didn’t care for him. Not anymore. You were also lucky enough to have a secure job teaching along side Charles Xavier, so you knew you were supported in that department too.  

Over the course of your pregnancy Jean helped set up necessary appointments and often tagged along with you if you were feeling nervous, you couldn’t ask for a better friend. Jubilee organised your baby shower at the X-mansion where the gender of your baby was revealed, you were delighted to be reunited with your friends from school as well as your old teachers.  You were practically glowing that day, and even cried due to the overwhelming support you had gotten from everyone.

Practically the whole X-men team had been with you for the delivery of your baby, and you’d never felt so grateful for anyone in your whole life. They were like a family to you and you’d finally gotten that sense of security back.

So here you were, almost four years down the line with a beautiful baby girl. She was your everything and you couldn’t be more content with your lives at the moment.

A wail from the living room brought you out of your reverie, your head whipped over to the little girl who was playing on the floor in front of the TV. You put down the knife you were using to chop some vegetables and made your way into the living room. There you saw your little girl, eyes watery with tears.

“Hiya baby” you cooed to the silver haired girl. You swear she was the spitting image of Peter. It was like a curse. Every time you looked at her you felt an overwhelming sense of anger that couldn’t replace the love you shared with Peter. This little girl had been brought into the world because of the love you’d once shared. A constant reminder of what could have been. “What’s the matter angel?”

The little girl looked up at you, reaching out for what you could only assume, was a hug. Grinning, you leaned down to pick up your baby before balancing her on your hip. “I’m hungry mama” she whined, looking up at you with those big doe eyes.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, weaving through the various toys scattered around, in order to get back to the kitchen. “But Amara, baby, dinner’s almost ready” you chided “Can’t you wait a little bit longer babygirl?”

Once in the kitchen, you seated your daughter in her chair and placed some paper and crayons in front of her. She pouted before stubbornly getting to work on her drawing. “No mama! I’m hungry now!

You looked back at her from your place at the stove, a knowing look gracing your features. You opened your snack draw (which you usually kept locked because Amara was a sneaky little thing) and pulled out a Twinkie, she was obsessed with them, just like her father. “Alright baby” you cooed, your back still to the little girl “You can have one but you have to promise to eat all of your dinner alri-”

You gasped, dropping the snack as you turned to face your daughter. Her eyes were glazed over with a silver light. Amara’s mouth hung open, it too with a glimmering light. Her hair was floating behind her, along with the objects in her orbit. You quickly went to reach for her, but within an instant, it stopped.  

“Mama”

“Yes baby? Are you ok-?”

“Are we going to the x-mansion soon?” She asked, calmly returning to her colouring. Your brows furrowed, wondering if she was okay.

“No baby I didn’t plan on it. Why?” You questioned frantically, coming to crouch down by her chair. You brushed some hair out of her supple face as she worked.

“I saw you-us and Mr Xavier” she babbled, smiling to herself. “He was doing test thingies. You thought I had a mutation, what’s a mutation? I thought it was just a memory but then I realised I’ve never been before”

You sat back on your knees as she continued her babbling, your hand forming a firm grip on the edge of the table. You looked down at the floor, realising that this was it. This was your daughter’s mutation. You quickly pulled yourself together, running to the counter and grabbing your phone. Swiftly, you turned around, running a hand through your tangled hair as you dialled a number.

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

All the while you observed your  daughter, who was minding her own business as if nothing happened. “Hello?”

“Jean how fast can you get here?”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I think Amara’s found her mutation”




You twiddled your thumbs nervously as you walked beside Charles. Hank had just ran some tests on your three -nearly four- year old daughter. You let out a shaky breath, as you followed the man to the lab. When Amara was just a baby, you prayed that she wouldn’t get a mutation. You didn’t want her to grow up, feeling the same way Peter did, especially if they were going to be similar.

“Don’t be worried (Y/N)” Charles reassured you, disrupting your chaotic thoughts. You felt your mind come to a stop at the sound of Charles’ voice in your head. “We’ll know what to do”

Silently, you nodded your head as the pair of you made your way through the lab doors. Desperately, you wanted to flick your wrists and slow down time - just for a second - so you could withhold the moment you found out if your daughter had a mutation or not. Yet, the suspense was killing you, you wanted to know.

“Hello (Y/N)!” Hank chirped as he met yourself and Charles at the entrance of the lab. You gave him a sheepish smile as you twiddled with your fingers nervously. “I haven’t seen you in a while! How’s things?”

“Everything is going well” you breathed out shakily. “Amara’s growing up nicely.”

Hank smiled sadly, shaking his head at your nervousness. “I know, but my question was directed at you

Before you could respond, Hank had turned to face a computer. You looked down at Charles, who also had the same look of sadness etched onto his features before he wheeled his way over to her h the computer. You furrowed your brows. Why were the worrying about you?  You were just concerned for your daughter. Livid, you marched over to Hank and pulled on his shoulder. “What are the results Hank? That’s what I’m here for”

“Be calm (Y/N), everything will be fine” Charles assured you. You softly bit your lip and dropped your hand to your side. Silently, you made your way over to a nearby desk and took a seat on its surface, desperately trying to calm your nerves.  Hank tapped away at a few keys before the results appeared on the screen, you heard a faint gasp and instantaneously looked up.

What? What’s wrong?”

You saw the look of concern the two men shared, before standing up and crossing your arms over your chest. Hank looked up at the results briefly before meeting your nervous gaze, he clicked away for a second before showing the results to you. “Your daughter” he began anxiously. “has a mutation-”

“As if that wasn’t obvious enough” you snapped as Charles put a hand on your arm reassuringly.

“A rare mutation” Hank continued, his eyes piercing through yours. “Your daughter, Amara, has the ability to see the near future in short bursts. It’s a result of a  combination of yours and Peter’s mutations. Linking time and speed has allowed your daughter see briefly into anyone’s future”

You gasped, feeling weak in the knees. You fell back against the table, holding onto it for support. Hank rushed over to you, placing a soft hand your back and checking you over to see if you were okay. Your body shook, you were angry at yourself for letting this happen, you were angry at Peter for leaving you when he did. You kept your head down as Charles spoke up.

“Only few mutants have received these abilities before, so we know very little about this mutation but I can promise you that we can help your daughter as soon as you’re ready for us to. We know that being able to see every possible outcome for everyone’s future can be overwhelming and we will do our best to help Amara” Charles spoke carefully, afraid to scare or overwhelm you. All the while you listened silently, weighing out all possible options in your head. Would Amara fit in here? Is she too young?

“You don’t have to make up your mind now, (Y/N)” Charles whispered, comfortingly. “She’s still  young, we can give it a few years”

You nodded silently, thanking the two pen for their time before making your way out the lab to find your daughter. You still had time to talk to her about this, you still had time to give her a better life than Peter’s.




Peter grinned down at the little girl who’d latched herself onto his leg. She was cute. She had a small button nose, her pale silver locks were combed back into a fishtail braid. She had large doe (eye colour) eyes  that stood out against her supple skin.

He’d learned her name to be Amara, she was three and a half years old. How the girl came to be in Peter’s care was quite miraculous. He’d been speeding down the hallway after a long mission (as you would after being extremely exhausted), a little girl had ran out into his path causing him to veer to the right and crash. She laughed at him.

Peter couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity as he held the little girl, gently tossing her up and down in the air, watching her laugh with a toothy smile. She was missing her two front teeth and had these warm (eye colour) eyes that he swore he knew like the back of his hands.  It was like he knew them, knew her.

The little girl - or better yet - Amara clapped her tiny hands together as Peter threw her up one last time before catching her and resting her on his hip. She grinned at him as he crossed his brown eyes and stuck his tongue out at her. “You’re funny” Amara giggled again, reminding Peter of a certain someone. “Just like my mummy”

“Well your mama must be a comedian ‘cause I’m s'posed to be the funniest guy around” Peter teased playfully, boooing the little girl’s nose. She shook her head slyly.

Nuh-uh my Mummy’s the funniest” Amara argued.

“Is not”

Is too

“Is not

Is too

“Is no-!”

Amara!” A worried voice cut through the conversation and the little girl jumped out of Peter’s arms, she quickly ran over to the doorway of the common room she and Peter had been playing in before rushing into someone’s arms. “There you are baby! I was so worried! Kurt said he’d be watching you and-”

“S’okay mama! Peter was watching me!”

Peter’s eyes snapped up to meet the gaze of someone he thought he’d never see again. He could see how her worried expression had twisted and contorted into one of anger and bewilderment. She still looked the same, only better. Her hair was longer, thicker - Peter took note of that. Her curves were more enticing and enunciated than before. Her eyes shone and were brighter than the day Peter had left her. She looked so much better without him, Peter had decided.

Peter” he hated how his name dripped, oh-so venomously from (Y/N)’s soft pink lips. The pair of adults stood opposite each other, it was like a stand off. Amara looked between the two, slightly confused whilst hugging her mum’s legs tightly.

“(Y/N)… H-how’ve you been?” The silver haired male stuttered, afraid of what his ex-fiancé would say. She tsked in response, looking down and shaking her head.

Better without you

The speedster looked down, regret filling his veins, pumping  round his body and flowing back to his heart. He looked at the little girl who stood behind her mother’s legs with a shy smile. He felt stupid for not noticing it before, he had his suspicions but-

Is she mine?” The question tumbled out of his lips before he could stop it. He watched as the anger engulfed her body, she shook with rage but he could see the hurt swirling in (Y/N)’s softened (eye colour) hues.

“What do you mean? - of course she’s yours- I never” (Y/N) paused, begging, willing herself not to cry. Her whole body shook as the fire of rage took over her. “I never cheated on you, Peter. It was you who left me, remember? And what does it matter to you?

Peter frowned. “I want to be there for her, (Y/N)” he gestured to Amara. “ I want to be in her life”

That was it, the final straw. If (Y/N) was angry before, she sure was livid now. Amara could feel the rage radiating off of her mother’s body, the young mutant tugged at her mother’s sleeve, a silent plea for her to calm down but at this point Peter had gone too far.

“Amara go wait outside, baby” the young mother started, clenching her fists.

“But mama, I-” the little girl begun, looking up at her mother.

“Outside…now

The two adults watched as the girl backed out of the room, most likely to go look for Jean or Kurt. (Y/N)’s gaze slowly crept back to meet Peter’s, a whirlwind of emotions taking over her. “Fuck you Peter

His brows furrowed. “What?”

Fuck. You” (Y/N) spat. “You don’t have the right, you don’t get to do this anymore. When will you get it through your thick head that, you. left. me. You made the conscious decision to leave me, knowing I was pregnant and now you want to come back? I don’t think so”

I raised her, all by myself for three and a half years, and you think I’ll let you waltz back into my life, her life without a fuss? I’m not a push over anymore Peter, I’m not someone you can take advantage of.” (Y/N) let her eyes fall shut as she felt the tears well in her eyes. She clenched and unclenched her fists as her gaze fell on Peter’s. She wanted nothing more in that moment for Peter to fall at her feet and beg her to take him back, she wanted him to apologise, show his emotion, let her in. For once. She knew what she was doing was selfish but she was doing  what was best for a her daughter. Or was it so that she didn’t get hurt? She started at the man she once loved expectantly, the tears threatening to spill over her eyelids.

“Don’t you think she’ll need a father figure” the fast-moving mutant defended quietly, looking at (Y/N) with sorrow-filled eyes.

She was crying now, god how he hated to see her cry. The tears streamed down her cheeks like a salty river. Her slightly hopeful expression faded, and Peter winced as a cold hearted glare graced her features. “You decided that you weren’t going to be a father when you left us ,Peter

Peter watched as his only love called back his daughter to pack up her things. The small mutant grabbed her backpack and tucked away her toys, once she was done she gave Peter a sad smile and a soft kiss on the cheek before running out to meet Jean in the hallway. (Y/N) checked the room over to make sure her daughter hadn’t left anything. She turned to leave, before she changed her mind and glanced back at a crestfallen Peter Maximoff.

I wish I could say you were different from him, Peter” (Y/N) whispered softly, a sad tone evident in her voice. “Your father I mean, when in truth… you’re exactly like him’’

And with that, she turned away and walked out of the room, out of Peter’s life… just as he had done to her.






Authtors note: HAHAHA SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO ASKED FOR A FLUFFY ENDING


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Pilot episode (Spn)+mute reader

Dean was walking back to his car burdened with supplies. He puts the groceries in the trunk of the impala and pauses- he just heard something that sounded like a baby. Concerned as well as cautious the eldest Winchester follows the noise. In the tall grass Dean finds a baby that is less then a year old. The 19 year old Winchester spends over an hour trying to find the child’s parents with no prevail.

He checks if the young child is human and is slightly relieved that they are. “I don’t know what to do other then take you with me to the motel.” Dean says. John Winchester is very hesitant to allow an infant in the family. “Dad please… I looked for her parents for over an hour with no luck- she needs someone to look after her. Would it make you feel better if I told you that she’s human?” John reluctantly gives in.

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When Hunk first sees Pidge, he just can’t help it and compliments her - her mutations make her look astounding, like she was some forest goddess, the spirit of the woods in full bloom: little green leaves on her dark branches brushed by the wind, yellow petals of her flowers, delicate and soft…

But yet again she is reminded about why she left her village.

The mutations started early - when she was about three/four years old. Her parents were terrified - was it curse? Was it some deadly disease…? What was happening? At first they just tried to cut branches off, get rid of the petals from her cheeks and “pine cone scales” on her shoulder blades. But to no avail - they were always growing back. She liked them though. She thought they were pretty. So did her brother. So did the neighbourhood… and soon even people from near villages were coming to see the pretty little nymph that Holts kept in their house. Her parents became proud of her mutations. Maybe even a little too much - they started to announce that people can come and see her. She constantly was put for visitors to see, to touch, so they could check if they are real. Her village even agreed to celebrate the first day of her yearly bloom - there was market, decorations, dancing, singing and everything like that and she just… felt so tired and sick… She just wanted to play with other kids. To read. Have her own time, but instead she was growing up on exposure.

On one of those “first bloom” festivals there was this guy, a foreigner with only one arm. And his friend, who quickly became an another attraction due to his appearance - his body was mutated too. She spent some time with them, because Keith was the same as her! He was DIFFERENT too! Though he alone didn’t speak too much - she talked to Shiro for most of the time and he told her about the place they came here from. A place where she could learn how to control the special abilities she had. But he didn’t put any pressure on her, he didn’t even suggested she could join them. But she did anyway. She didn’t want to live as a living exhibit anymore…

Now she reacts rather bad to any compliments - she knows it, she knows she is pretty, she has been told this way more times than she could wish for. But there is more to her than just that…

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I DID IT. Pidge’s general backstory, featuring one of first interactions with Hunk!

sorry that it looks so terrible and scribbly and everything TnT

A Reason To Fight.

Request from anon: Would you mind writing about this little girl(about 4) who is Bucky’s daughter but she doesn’t know. Kinda like in the movie Logan. Hydra has her and made her from his DNA or something but when he comes back from a mission he sees her walking around and hears some doctors talking about how she’s his daughter so when he escapes hydra he comes back to get her and is on the run with her too. Srry its long :)

Note: I know this doesn’t touch on their life on the run at all but I hope you enjoy this anyway <3

Winter Soldier x Young Daughter

Words: 1,879

Warnings: Language, violence, torment and fluff.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

A fist came flying towards the enhanced soldier and immediately he ducked away from it before finding himself having to doge another one that came towards him from the other side. The person trying to take him down was sweating profusely, chest heaving from their heavy pants, a complete contrast to the calm composure of the dark haired soldier they were fighting. To him this was nothing – he knew every move before the male even made it, like he could read his very thoughts, so the likelihood of him landing any hit on him was slim to none.

One of the many reasons why he was Hydra’s top asset. He was unstoppable.

A door opened at the other end of the corridor to the room he was in but he didn’t take his sharp blue eyes off the person in front of him, not until he heard a sound that was completely alien to this place…..a child’s voice. He knew that they often trained young children over in the Red Room but they never occupied the halls here so immediately confusion set in as he turned towards the source of the sound to confirm whether he was simply hearing things.

He wasn’t really expecting to see what he’d thought he heard but a child was the very thing his gaze fell on at the moment a fist connected with the back of his head.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, could you write more domestic/dad Bucky things? Like Home. I loved that so much, oh my gosh. Maybe them having a big family or other baby on the way, or just interacting with their children, please? <3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: same universe as this (but this prompt can be read on its’ own)

A/N: dad!bucky is basically my kink lol. AND I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED “A new home”!!! I hope you enjoy this little piece as well <33 

You rushed down the stairs (or at least tried to be quick, but being heavily pregnant made it a little harder) and went into the kitchen where Bucky was currently making pancakes for Amy and Nathan.

“Sorry, I’m so late. I love you,” you kissed Bucky, then the back of the children’s heads.
  
“You shouldn’t put so much pressure on yourself, (Y/N).”
  
You simply waved him off and went outside to your car. Your due date was in two weeks. That was two weeks of you being able to get stuff done. You certainly wouldn’t waste that time.

The kids watched you drive away, then returned their attention to their dad.

“Daddy? When do I get my baby sister?” the three – almost four year old asked and Nathan rolled his eyes.

“They’ve already told you that it’s going to be a boy.”

The girl turned her head to her brother, then back to her father, then once more to Nathan and one final time to her dad, with tears filling her eyes and her lower lip trembling.

Bucky sighed annoyed by his son’s attitude.

“Good job, buddy.”  

Nathan simply shrugged. It’s not like he was lying. 

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Four years

Sam and Dean are out on a hunt. For the second month in a row you’ve missed your period, suspicious you ask Cas to get you a pregnancy test. “Sam and Dean are so going to kill me.” You say when you see the results are positive. So your brothers wouldn’t find the test you wrap it up in a pad wrapper and throw it away. You somehow get rid of the box that the test came in as well, then promptly break down crying.

“Hey what’s going on?” A familiar voice asks- Chuck.

“Think you already know Chuck. I mean you’re god after all.” You answer wiping away the tears.

“What do you want to do with the four of them?”

“Did you just say I’m having quadruplets?”

“Two boys and two girls.” You sigh, then ask if there is anyway to keep the five of you away from the supernatural world. “I can do that, if you really want to leave.” You nod- Chuck then snaps his fingers packing all your clothes, and personal items. He then snaps his fingers again transporting you and your things to a cabin in the woods- he also teleported your car.

“Thank you Chuck. This means a lot.”

“You’re welcome.”

A month after you fled from the only life you’ve ever known you change your phone number. It’s kind of nice not having supernatural things breathing down your neck- then again no creature in their right mind would go after someone that is protected by an army of angels and by God himself. Granted there are a few idiots… then there’s Garth, he falls into his own category.

One night there was a small pack of werewolves outside of the cabin, in the morning you wearily walk outside and find Garth and a few members of his pack stationed outside. They’re more or less guarding the place. “Jeez Garth, you gave me a small heart attack yesterday.” You say as you lean against your car looking at your werewolf friend.

“That was unintentional. I just saw your car. Figured you were on a hunt and weren’t done with it or something similar to that.” Garth replies. His eyes fall onto your stomach- you were starting to show. “Wasn’t expecting to find you here pregnant…”

“If you tell either one of my brothers about this I will shoot you.”

“You haven’t told them?” You shake your head.

“I don’t want my kids to be in the hunting lifestyle, besides if my brothers found out about this one of them would more then likely scream bloody murder.” Garth just nods in response.
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“Hey Chuck…” You say one day.

“What’s wrong?” God asks in response, concern noticeable in his voice. You lightly chuckle to yourself.

“Nothing- I was actually wondering if you would be willing to be the kids’ godfather.”

“Why me out of everyone?”

“Because you’re going out of your way to help me. Besides, I doubt any supernatural being in their right mind would go after four children that are god’s godchildren.”

“When you put it that way then I don’t see any reason why I would say no.” A gentle smile forms on your face. “Decided on names yet?”

“Yeah… the girls are Ellie and Mary, and the boys are John and Bobby.” Chuck notices the distant look on your face and asks what’s wrong. You then tell him that you were worried about delivering the four of them- they’re due any day now.

“If you’re that worried about it, I can always snap some surgeons into existence to help deliver them.” Chuck says sitting down next to you.

“That’s if something goes wrong.” You counter. Chuck thinks about it for a second before agreeing. You grimace slightly as one of the four children in your womb kick you rather hard.

“What was that face for, do you hate me that much?” A certain archangel named Gabriel asks popping in as you do that.

“I don’t hate you- someone kicked me rather hard just now.” You reply. Over the last few months different angels have shown up to help you out- Cas, Gabe, and Balthazar are the three main ones (besides Chuck of course) that haven show up and lent you a helping hand or two. “How’s Sam and Dean doing?” Cas is normally the one that keeps tabs on your brothers for you, but today you asked Gabriel to do it.

“They just got done with a windigo hunt in Tennessee, miraculously they got out of that one with a few scrapes and bruises. Both of them have all but given up on trying to locate you.”

“That sounds like my brothers alright. I’ve been gone for seven months now and they are still searching high and low for me…” You trail off. The inside fabric of your pants is soaking wet- your water just broke.

“Y/N?”

“I think my water just broke.” You reply closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves.

You deliver Bobby on your own, the other three you’re having problems with. “Okay Y/N, I have to interfere here.” Chuck says snapping his fingers, less than two seconds later you’re on a gurney, with an i.v in your arm.

“Chuck?” You weakly ask. Chuck doesn’t say anything in response instead he just snaps his fingers again creating a small team of surgeons out of thin air. He then tells Gabriel something but you don’t catch it because you’re so disoriented. The archangel presses two fingers to your forehead rendering you unconscious.
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When the quadruplets turn one, Chuck does something unexpected- he literally moves your family to a larger house. “You didn’t have to do that Chuck.” You say.

“You’re right I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” Chuck replies. You laugh lightly. Considering you didn’t have a lot when you left the bunker, unpacking is relatively easy. Your neighbors are actually rather nice people and a few of them have kids around the same age as yours.

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and months turn into years. It’s the day before the quadruplets fourth birthday- you ask Balthazar to babysit for awhile so you can get a few things from the store.

While at the store you unintentionally crash into someone. “Sorry, I didn’t see where I was going.” You quickly apologise, as (hair color) hair falls into your eyes.

“No harm done.” The person you collided with replies. Your heart skips a beat- you know that voice, it belongs to Sam. You move your hair out of your eyes hoping to see someone that just sounds like your brother; much to your dismay it is your brother. “Y/N?” Your brother asks surprised.

“Hi Sammy.” You answer sheepishly. Instead of your brother getting after you he just smiles at you. You know Sam has questions but he doesn’t get a chance to ask any because Dean shows up holding two different kinds of pie, not paying much attention to you.

“I can’t make up my mind so I’m getting both of them.” Your eldest brother says. “You going to get anything?”

“Right now I’m thinking of a hug from our kid sister.” Sam replies causing you to laugh. Your laughter causes Dean to look at you. His candy apple green eyes light up like a Christmas tree. You’re honestly expecting one of them to yell at you but that doesn’t happen; instead you get a bone crushing hug from each of them.

“You two aren’t mad at me?” You ask.

“I’m mad alright, but I’m also happy to see you.” Dean answers. “Where have you been for the last three almost four years?”

“Not hunting that’s for sure.” You answer.

“What’s with the toys?” Sam asks noticing the contents of your basket.

“The toys are birthday gifts for four troublemakers.” You reply. “I don’t really want to go into detail about this.”

“Come on (nickname), what’s going on?” You sigh, Sam just pulled out the puppy dog eyes.

“It’s easier to take you two back to my place than explain it…”
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“You know when you said place, I wasn’t expecting a house.” Dean comments as he gets out of the impala. You laugh lightly as you unlock the front door and open it. You then invite your brothers in.

You groan when you see the mess, you also know who made the mess- Bobby. “Robert Adam!” You nearly yell. Bobby doesn’t answer- which is a little odd. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Ellie, holding her toy elephant. “Come ‘ere little elephant.” You say picking the toddler up and placing her on your hip. You call Ellie little elephant because of her name and because of the fact elephants are your daughter’s favorite animal.

“You babysitting or something?” Dean asks, making you turn around and look at your eldest brother.

“No… if anyone is babysitting it would be either Cas, Gabe, Balthazar or Chuck.” You answer. You then turn attention to your mini-me. “Have you seen your siblings recently princess?”

“U'cle Bath is playing wif them out slide.” The three almost four year old girl answers. Ellie has always had issues saying Balthazar’s name as well as outside. You set Ellie on the ground before kneeling down in front of her so you could look into her eyes.

“Mind getting them for me?”

“Otay mommy.” Ellie then toddles off looking for her brothers and her sister. You smile as you stand back up.

“Is that why you left- you were pregnant?” Sam asks. For a moment there you completely forgot that your brothers were there.

“Pretty much…” You answer, as you head to the kitchen to get something to drink. Sam and Dean follow you of course. You pull out the two beers that you hid in the back of the fridge, you also grab a can of soda. You give the beer to the boys. “Haven’t had much alcohol since the kids were born.” You explain.

“How many kids do you have anyways?” Sam asks as he opens his beer and takes a swig.

“I have quadruplets.” A look of horror flashes across your brothers’ faces. “Relax I always have a helping hand when it comes to the four of them.” As you’re talking to your brothers- someone clamps onto your right leg; John.

“Tag!” You hear Mary exclaim.

“Nuh-uh, mommy’s safe.” John argues. Mary sticks out her tongue- she also flips off her brother.

“Mary Louise… where did you learn that gesture?” You scold looking at Mary unamused.

“You don’t get after U'cle Gabe when he does it.” Mary pouts.

“Well Uncle Gabe is technically a grown up. Even if he doesn’t act like it.” When Bobby comes in he tries to slink away before you notice him- that doesn’t work too well. “Bobby, are you going to tell me why there’s a mess in the hallway?” You inquire causing the eldest quadruplet to look down at the ground.

“Sorry mommy.” He answers. You sigh before ruffling his hair. Confused he looks up at you- and spots your brothers. He then cowers behind you slightly intimidated. You don’t really blame him, Sam and Dean are skyscrapers compared to a toddler. His eyes widen. “Who are they?” He squeaks.

“It’s okay mini-moose, they’re not going to hurt you.” You say as you pick your son up and set him on your hip. “There we go, they’re not so gigantic from up here are they?” Bobby shakes his head shaggy (hair color) hair falling into his face. Bobby reminds you of Sam in more than one way; hence the nickname of mini-moose. You then introduce Bobby to your brothers.

“Mommy calls you a moose too?” Bobby asks Sam.

“She does actually. She’s weird like that.” Sam replies.

“Sammy.” You groan. Your older brother flashes you a smile. “Okay, you’re getting heavy.” You mutter as you set Bobby down. No surprise that he toddles over to Sam and does grabby hands wanting up.

“Y/N, you’ve only said three names while we’ve been here. I don’t know your other son’s name.” Dean comments.

“His name is John.” You answer. “Johnathan Daniel.”

“Am I in trouble?” John meekly asks in response.

“Now why would you think something like that?”

“You said my full name.”

“You’re not in trouble bud, I was just telling your uncle what your name is.”

“Oh.”
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Once you put the kids to bed for the night Dean asks you about their names and who is the eldest out of the four of them. “Bobby was first, then Mary, John after her and Ellie is the youngest.” You explain. “As for their names- I named them after dad, Bobby, Ellen and your mom.”

“Not what I meant. I was wondering where Adam, Louise, Daniel and Jo came from.” Dean clarifies.

“Oh. Adam and Jo were my picks- Adam for our brother, and Jo for Jo Harvelle. Louise was Balthazar’s pick and Daniel was Gabriel’s.”

“I thought Gabe was dead…” Sam mutters to himself. “How have you managed to get out of hunting for almost four years now?” He sounds slightly jealous.

“One, Chuck’s the one that has made sure nothing supernatural comes near my kids; and two who in their right mind would go after the godchildren of god himself?”

“Fair point.” Sam rabbit trails slightly. “Why’d you threaten to shoot Garth?”

“He scared the ever loving crap out of me. How would you feel if you heard a pack of werewolves on your doorstep- yet none of them dared to enter?”

“When you say it like that, I don’t blame you for wanting to shoot him.” Dean checks his watch.

“We should get going. It was good to see you sis.” He says standing up.

“Dean wait… I want you two to stay here for a little bit. I mean I have two spare rooms completely furnished.” You counter. “Also the kids really like both of you- it’s also their birthday tomorrow.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

“Trust me you won’t be imposing. My door is always open for you two- except when you have a creature on your asses.” Your brothers laugh.

In the morning you’re not surprised to find Dean in the kitchen. “Morning Dean.” You say.

“Morning (Nickname). I was tempted to make breakfast but I didn’t know if I was allowed to do that and I also don’t know what your kids like.” He explains running a hand through his hair.

“You can always use the kitchen.” You glance at your phone seeing what day of the week it is. “As for food it’s Saturday, which means pancakes.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I try and make pancakes for the kids every Saturday.” You answer as you start digging in the pantry looking for the dry ingredients for pancakes. You sigh when you can’t find them. “Guess pancakes aren’t going to be happening today.”

“Want me to make a supply run?” You tell your brother that you can go. “Are you sure? Seriously though I can go.”

“I need to get a few other things too, and I don’t want to make a list.” Eventually Dean gives in.
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(Dean POV)
I watch as Y/N grabs her keys and takes her leave. I’m still trying to recover from the fact that my little sister is a mom.

“U'nle De?” One of the kids ask tugging on my shirt pulling me from my thoughts.

“Yeah?” I ask looking down at the child. I’m pretty sure it’s Mary, but I might be wrong. It’s hard to determine who is who.

“Will you play with us?”

“Sure.”

By the time Y/N gets back from the store, Sam and I are being used as pillows. The girls are curled up against me while the boys are asleep against my brother. “They weren’t too much trouble were they?” Y/N asks when she sees the six of us. I flash a smile towards my sister.

“They were fine… they acted a lot like you did when you their age.” I reply.

“Is that good or bad?”

“Depends how you look at it.” Y/N airily chuckles. “How do you tell them apart?” She then explains to us that somehow all four of the kids got different color eyes. Bobby’s eyes are hazel like Sam’s, Mary’s eyes are green like mine, John somehow ended up with brown eyes and Ellie has (eye color) eyes.
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“Please tell me that you two will stop by when you’re in town.” You tell your brothers as they’re getting ready to leave.

“Do you want us too?” Sam asks in reply.

“Like I said before my door is always open for you two- just don’t bring the family business in when you visit.” Your brothers laugh as they each give you a hug.

“See you around Sis.” Dean says.

“Don’t be strangers you two.” You watch as Sam and Dean get into the front seat of the impala and drive off into the sunrise. “Stay safe guys.” You say knowing that your brothers couldn’t hear you. You walk back to the porch and linger there for a moment, you then shake your head before heading inside then closing the door behind you.
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favorite pairings (romantic & platonic): malec (the mortal instruments/shadowhunters) magnus bane & alec lightwood

I want to know why you haven’t called me back. You’re an idiot. Is that why you haven’t called me? Because I’m an idiot? No. I didn’t call you because I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else- someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do. You love me? You stupid Nephilim.Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge! I hadn’t looked at it that way. Of course not. You never looked at it in any way. I’m four hundred years old, Alexander. I know when something isn’t going to work. You won’t even admit I exist to your parents. I thought you were three hundred! You’re four hundred years old? Well, five hundred. But I don’t look it. Anyway, you’re missing the point. The point is- Damn it. Way to change the subject, Lightwood. Tell you what. We live through this, and I promise I’ll introduce you to my whole family. It’s a deal. -(City of Glass) 

(sorry for how long this is, it’s my favorite malec dialogue from city of glass)

The Bigfoot Conundrum

Fluffy Emily fluff based off a headcanon @markwatneyandensemble crafted. 


Mulder has finally gotten a Scully to take Bigfoot seriously.

When he bought Emily the stuffed Sasquatch, he didn’t know what toys were a appropriate for a three, almost four year old. He told the manager at Walmart he wanted something cute without small, swallowable pieces and she showed him the plastic tower of Beanie Babies. There, between two holiday bears left over from the Christmas season was the perfect gift for an uberscully. It was kismet.

At least, that’s the excuse he gave Scully.

“You bought my daughter a Bigfoot?”

Mulder shrugs and begins clearing the table. He surprised them with Burger King. Emily loves their chicken nuggets and he knows Scully likes a burger before they delve into case reports. The Bigfoot, wrapped in paper from the dollar store sat on the counter. Emily kept eyeing it throughout dinner. She knew it was for her. Anyone who came by brought her gifts. They were given under the guise of christmas presents but, in reality, it was a belated baby shower. Clothes, toys, Disney movies - even a pink bed from American Signature. Scully’s friends and family are stocking her up on everything a little girl needed.

He tosses the wrappers and shredded paper in the trash. “So? She loves it.”

And does she. Bigfoot is getting the VIP tour of the apartment. Emily shows him the bathroom, Scully’s bedroom and her bedroom all while talking to the stuffed toy like she’s a real estate agent. Yes, Mr. Bigfoot, the drapes are lovely and they match the carpet too.

He laughs at that which makes Scully flush. She opens the Coats Grove file and hides her blushing face behind it.

“Is she wrong?” Mulder asks innocently. “Does your carpet not match the drapes?” He’s had the occasional peak down there so he knows she’s a true redhead. It’s not something they make a habit out of, just lapses of judgement when they almost lost each other. Her abduction, both times he nearly died on a train, Pusher, on their way back from Comity, New Hampshire and, most recently, the week before she started chemo. But now that she’s a mother, he doubts it’ll ever happen again.

Scully shoots him a keep-it-PG look. “Behave.”

“She started it.”

Emily wanders back into the kitchen, Bigfoot still cradled in her arms. She has Scully’s eyes - clear and bright, the eyes of a steadfast scientist. Mulder wonders if she’ll inherit Scully’s skepticism or if she’ll spend her life chasing after the conspiracy that created her. There must be others, Mulder thinks. Hundreds of children conceived from the stolen ovas of abductees. Emily may have brothers and sisters. Will she make a crusade out of finding them like Mulder has done for Samantha?

He pats her head when she walks by the table. “Does Bigfoot approve of the accommodations?”

“He does.” She sets Bigfoot on the table and looks up at Mulder. “Where do Bigfoots live in the wild?”

“Mountains, forests.”

“Have you ever seen one?”

“No,” he says but when Emily’s face falls he adds, “but I have seen a giant lake monster.”

“Really?”

“Really. His name was Big Blue and he was huge.”

He grins at Scully who sighs and takes the bait. “Big Blue was an alligator, Mulder, not a prehistoric plesiosaur. You shot it dead yourself.”

“You shot an alligator?” Emily asks, blue eyes wide like Scully’s right before an autopsy. Curiosity and disbelief in a single sentence. Maybe she’ll be both a skeptic and a believer - a skeptical believer. She’ll use science to prove the existence of aliens, cryptids and ghosts. The Charles Darwin of the paranormal.

“Nevermind,” Scully says before Mulder can answer. “We’re not going to talk about shooting alligators.”

Emily pouts. “Why not?”

“Because it’s past your bedtime.” Scully stands and lifts Emily up, settingling her against her hip with the ease of a practiced mother. She’s always been a quick study, adapting and learning to play different roles in life.

Emily snuggles against Scully. “I don’t wanna sleep.”

Mulder tickles her foot. It flexes reactively, pink little toes curling as she giggles. “You need at least ten hours of sleep a night, kid. It helps you grow.”

“Don’t wanna.”

He watches Scully carry her to bed. She’s a mother now and it’s a beautiful thing.

Title: Hello Again
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: Like I said, I love Danny’s character, he’s such a dork and deserves more love.

Also this’ll have a second part as the request was for them to meet and then end up together as well, so this one will focus on the reunion.

You whistled quietly under your breath as you kicked the door of your shop closed with your foot, your hands preoccupied with a few boxes of books that had just been shipped in. You placed them aside so you could remove your coat and begin opening the shop for the day.

You had several employees and a few assistants your siblings sent over to help with all the hassle, but you liked tonhave total control over the details of your work. So the bulk ended up on you.

Not that you minded, you always preferred to have something to keep yourself busy. Besides, it’s never that much of a sacrifice if you love doing it.

You continued to whistle as you started tearing into the boxes, going through the piles of books and separating them by their respective genres.

Once that was taken care of, you began shelfing them, taking them all by large bulks and putting them where they belonged.

Whenever you had enough put away you decided it was best to unlock the front doors and turn on the lights, people usually began coming in at this time and you didn’t want to keep them.

“Mornin’ (Y/n)!” You turned around to see one of the older girls who worked the morning shifts.

You smiled at her and motioned her over to you. “Good morning,” You greeted as you grabbed one of the last piles of books. “Do me a favor and but these in the back room, they’re for the history section. I can take care of the other pile.”

“I’m on it.” She said, taking them from you and disappearing into the shop.

You sighed and finally took the last set of books that were to be taken the front shelves.

What you didn’t see was that a young, scraggly looking man stopped right infront of the shop window, his hands peering inside and glued to you as he watched you move about.

A sudden knocking noise on the glass caused you to drop the books onto the ground. You looked over to the source of the sound and saw that same man looking at you with a wide smile as he waved frantically.

You titled your head as you looked at his face, you hadn’t seen him in the shop before but something about his smile made him look familiar.

You smiled back at him as you returned his wave, then making a gesture for him to come inside.

Crouching to the ground to gather the books, you found yourself laughing at how scared you were by a simple knock on the window.

•~•

Danny couldn’t believe it, after several failed attempts at talking to the other Meachum siblings he managed to see you walking around inside a bookshop.

Sure it took him a minute to recognize you. The last time he saw you was when you were children, you’re the youngest Meachum child, so you would have been nine when his plane crashed.

But for a brief moment Danny saw your eyes and there was no mistaking who you were.

Then memories of you and him playing imaginary games on his room, and being a much better monopoly player than your brother. He was very fond of you as a child, and from the looks of it not much had changed.

Still, he was surprised with how wealthy your family was, you were dressed in simple clothes, jeans and a loose-fitted blouse weren’t really good business attire.

Without any better way to catch your attention, Danny found himself knocking on the shop window.

He flinched a little when you dropped a thick stack of books, but it was soon forgotten when you returned his smile and pointed to the door.

His heart stopped.

Did you really remember him?

You certainly didn’t need to tell him twice, Danny was inside the shop in seconds.

He was greeted with a large room completely drowned by books, tall shelves lined the walls as well as several tables scattered on the ground. String lights hung from the ceiling and along a banister that lead to a second floor.

“I’ll be with you a moment.” He heard a voice call, and turned to see you climbing up on a tall ladder to a higher shelf.

“No worries.” He said, watching you descend from the ladder before you walked over to him with a smile.

“Hello, is there anything I can help you with?” You asked him while you started to pull your hair back in a bun at the nape of your neck.

Despite the fleeting feelings of disappointment that you didn’t remember him. He could help but stare at you.

The last time he saw you, you had chubby cheeks and glasses that were far too big for your face and would constantly slip down your nose.

But now you were a young woman, with the same pretty eyes and friendly smile.

You were taller, but now Danny still managed to tower above you.

“Sort of,” He started, now becoming very of aware of how disheveled his appearance was. “Look this is going to sound absolutely mental but it’s me, Danny Rand.”

Your smiled dropped just a tad, and you folded your arms. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t you remember, Danny Rand?” He said as he reached out to you, only for you to retreat. “Oh come on, we used to be partners in crime and always try to get your brother in trouble.”

Your eyes clamped shut as painful memories that you spent a long time repressing came flooding back. “Listen, I don’t known what joke you’re trying to pull but I don’t find it funny.”

Danny wanted to pull at his hair in frustration, why couldn’t people just hear him out?

“I’m not trying to be funny,” He said, reading the hurt expression in your eyes, he stared to think back on things only the two of you would know. “You have to believe me, Cricket.”

Your eyes snapped to meet his, your expression softening a great deal as he said that nickname.

Not even your siblings knew that Danny called you by that, it was a secret code name between the two of you.

You stepped closer to the man, your gaze narrowing as you got a proper look at him. He held your gaze and you noticed he had the same blue eyes.

Without warning, you grabbed into his hand. “Come with me.” You ordered, dragging him into the nearest supply closet you could find.

You flicked on the lightswitch and started to hold onto your head. Even with your eyes closed you knew Danny was about to speak so you hushed him before he got the chance.

“Be quiet,” You inhaled deeply before opening your eyes to meet his. “If you’re really who you say you are, tell me why Danny gave me that nickname.”

Part of you hoped he was lying, that he was some raving lunatic who was just trying to get a rise out you.

But the more you looked at the man in front of you, the more you saw of his mannerisms and expressions, you saw Danny.

You were young when his family plane crashed in the Himalayas, but you still remember the boy who would give you piggy back rides and do stupid puzzles with you.

“You had this book when you were really little, maybe three or four years old,” Danny started, his brows furrowing in the center as he recalled the memories. “It was by Eric Carle, uh, ‘The Very Quiet Cricket’ right?”

He didn’t even need to clarify if you believed him because before he could even speak you tackled him into a hug.

“It is you!” You said, your arms were wrapped around his neck as you pulled him to you.

Danny could’ve cried right then and there.

Finally, someone believed him.

He pulled you in close as well, his nose burrowing itself into the crook of your neck. “It’s me, it’s Danny.”

You pulled back from him as your hands cradled his face. “Hi!”

Danny laughed, leaning into your hold. “Hello.”

“God, I was such a bitch to you before, I’m so sorry, if I had known-” You were saying all of the incredibly fast, and Danny had to cut you off before you talked yourself into a frenzy.

“It’s fine, you believe me and that’s what matters.” He assured you.

“Look at you,” You said, your hands running through his messy beard and his curly hair. “You look so…different now.”

He was about to reply when he remembered where you both were standing. “Aren’t we gonna get in trouble for being in here?”

“What? No, I own this bookshop,” You told him, shutting off the light. “But you’re right, we can go back to my place.”

“Wait what?”

•~•

You let your workers know you were taking the day off, then you drove Danny back to your house.

“I still can’t believe, after all this time,” You said over your shoulder as you entered your front door, throwing your coat onto the rack before disappearing into one of the rooms.

Danny took the opportunity to look around, it was exactly the kind of place he could picture you living. Just like your shop, there were books everywhere, and you had several paintings and decorations hung up on the walls.

You used to always complain about how empty your family house was, for a wealthy family the decor was always a ‘minimalistic nightmare of black and silver’ in your own words.

But your place felt like a home, with bright colors and knickknacks as far as the eye could see.

“Have you spoken to Joy and Ward yet?” You asked him once you sat him down in your living room with a hot mug of tea.

“That’s a funny story,” Danny said as he took a drink from the mug. “They’re not really interested in seeing me right now.”

You sat down in the chair across him. “Why not?”

“They don’t think I’m who I say I am,” He said as he set the tea down and looked at you with a warm smile. “You’re the first person actually.”

“Really?”

“Though I had a feeling if I found you, you’d understand,” He said, leaning his chin in his hand. “You and I understood each other.”

You smiled through your tea mug. “I remember, all those times we’d play hide and seek in the house, I could always find you.”

“I always let you find me,” He corrected, watching you laugh with the same crooked smile you had when you were little. “Look at you now, all grown up.”

The two of you shared a comfortable silence for a few minutes before you spoke up again. “I have to ask though, what are you doing here?”

Danny leaned back in his chair. “I’ve come to get my life back, and you’re the only one who can help me.”

Imagine the concept of imaginary friends being only common with human children. Or that children sometimes say the creepiest things.

So let’s say Garrus and Shepard adopted a human child and Shepard is out or already asleep and Garrus takes their three or four year old to bed and kisses them good night.

“Tommy needs a kiss too!”

“Who’s Tommy?”

“My friend. He sleeps under my bed.”

“My visor isn’t picking up anything from under the bed. There’s no one there.”

“Yeah, he’s lying on the ceiling now.”

Or Garrus comes into their childs room and finds drawings of this huge faceless creature with ten arms or some shit and a small stick figure next to it and it’s labeled Tommy&Me.

Or
“Tommy wants to play with your gun so you have to be nice and give it to him.”

And Shepard is only a little freaked out because she has friends who’s kids have said way weirder stuff but Garrus is suddenly very interested in the human practice ‘exorcism’.