imagine a 2 year old extra fragile toddler with a really powerful voice who thinks it’s completely independent and also has sex drives and big emotional needs of that sort. that’s pretty much it. if you can handle it for the next decades, do research and adopt some lonely birbs. don’t buy to support people who egoistically breed animals for profit
Dex did not sign up for this shit okay? He came to Samwell to play damn good hockey, get damn good grades, and end up with a damn good job after he’s all said and done. He did not come here to have Emotions ™ while watching his obnoxiously annoying d-man play with some random child. He did NOT.
“Coach Hall’s youngest kiddo,” Lardo explains sagely, expression neutral as she keeps a careful distance from the child in question. “I think his wife is out of town or something.”
“Huh.” Dex is too busy watching the baby pull at Nursey’s hair while giggling to say much more than that. Nursey’s sitting on his ass on the ice, helmet tossed to the side and baby (well… toddler, probably. The kid looks like she’s two or three. Dex would know, he’s been around enough children) held aloft in his arms. As Dex watches, Nursey pulls the kid closer and blows a raspberry on her tummy, eyes lighting up when she giggles.
Just to be clear, Dex really, really, did not sign up for this bull shit.
“I think I need to leave,” he mumbles, still staring at the spectacle on the ice (and resolutely ignoring the way Lardo is smirking at him). And he is going to leave, once he can stop staring at how big Nursey’s hands look compared to the little Hall-child and stop thinking about how maybe Nursey would be a great dad someday. He’s going to leave, he’s leaving right now, and he’s definitely not thinking about coming home from a long day at work to find Nursey asleep in an easy chair with a little curly haired baby asleep on his chest and an old dog (it’s a Beagle) asleep at his feet. Nope. Absolutely not happening whatsoever.
“Yo Dex!” God help him. “Check this out.” Still holding the kid, Nursey clambers to his feet, somehow managing not to trip himself or drop the kid in the process. He starts to skate around, sliding backwards and spinning as well as he can in hockey skates. Coach Hall’s daughter shrieks and laughs as he goes, her little eyes wide with excitement when Nursey lets her rest her little feet on top of his skates.
“This is so unfair,” Dex says, not even caring anymore that Lardo is still standing there and has been joined by Ransom and Holster. No one responds, but then Ransom shrugs and steps out onto the ice, smiling at the little girl as he introduces himself.
“Cruel and unusual punishment,” Holster whispers, his cheeks a little pinker than usual as he stares dreamily towards the ice.
“You guys are pathetic.” Lardo shoots Dex one last rude look before walking away, probably to do something equally pathetic. Like call Shitty just to tell him about Holster and Dex being pathetic. Pot; kettle. Or whatever.
Dex glances back towards the ice, and briefly considers just… moving back home to Maine so he doesn’t have to deal with this nonsense any longer. Nursey and Ransom each have one of the little girls hands, holding her upright as they pull her slowly across the ice on her tiny blue skates. They’re both beaming and she’s laughing and yelling for her dad, and Dex might actually die from this.
“I’m going to marry him.” Dex side eyes Holster, deciding eventually that he was not supposed to hear that and he probably should keep his big mouth shut.
Especially since his hypocritical ass can’t help but think the same thing.
Characters- Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester(Mentioned), Little sister Winchester
Word count- 1400
Sam is alone with sister when she starts asking questions he doesn’t want to answer, when things get out of hand he calls Dean for some advice. It’s a little angsty.
Dean-17 Sam-13 Reader-8
*Gifs not mine*
“Sammy what’s a Ghoul?” Sam was startled at hearing your little voice so late at night, it was nearly mid-night he thought you were asleep hours ago. “Y/N, bug what are you doing up? It’s very late.” Sam effortlessly scooped up your small frame and held you on his side as he spoke.
“I heard you tell daddy that it was a ghoul… so I was thinking of all the big kid words I know, and I don’t know what a ghoul is.” You looked at your big brother and gave him the most innocent look he had ever seen. You were too you for this life, you deserved so much better. “y/n it’s way past bedtime, you need to go to sleep.” Sam was trying desperately to change the topic.
5 years ago when Sam found out monsters were real the first thing he did was look at you. You were only a toddler then 2 or 3 years old still sleeping in a portable crib John found at a garage sale. Sam looked at your sleeping frame and promised that he was gonna do his best to keep the monsters a secret for as long as he could.
“But Sammy, why can’t you just tell me then I go back to sleep.” For as hard as Sam pushed you would push back, being a curious eight year old and a stubborn Winchester it was practically second nature. “y/n I said no, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Sam was stern, and you didn’t want him to get angry so you agreed with every intent on continuing first thing tomorrow morning.
You quietly crawled back into bed trying to think of what the word could possibly mean, you started trying to remember other words that you didn’t know to try and solve the word mystery and that’s when lots of other words came to mind.
I went with Jun! medieval AU is a broad concept so I hope you like this mess..? 😘 ♥ bullet points just because I can.
right so you’re a part of the nobility and your parents work for the royals in such positions that you, along with your siblings, live in the castle
you’d honestly be pretty good friends with the princesses and other nobles like yourself, and generally everyone in the castle has taken a liking to you, especially the ones who have seen you grow up from a 2-year-old toddler into a gorgeous young lady
when you were younger you probably didn’t pay that much attention to all the people in the castle, especially those of a lower class than yours because that was how you were brought up
but then comes the day you’re out with two of your fellow nobles, walking in the courtyard, and see a handsome young man chopping wood
his hair is dark brown and a bit messy, and his upper body was toned from likely years of physical work, which you could tell all too obviously with him wearing no shirt
you’re barely able to hold your tongue when you’re already asking, “Who is he?”
one of your friends smiles at you and places a hand on your arm
“I think his name is Junhui? He’s a new hire, who does practically anything, I’ve heard. He may be handsome, but… that’s about all I know, my dear.”
you find yourself nodding, but there’s something about Junhui that really piques your interest, and it’s not just the playful look he gives you when he wipes sweat off his forehead and notices that you’re staring at him
while you hadn’t noticed him before that - part of it being because he was indeed new - after the first sight, you were unable to not see him
it felt like every time you as much as looked out of the window of the hallway, he was there, doing whatever work he could get his hands on
and even when you went outside, you felt like you always ended up where he was working
it’s not that you minded, really, but it only made it so much more difficult to ignore him
he’d get a lot of praise from practically everyone for his great work ethics and amicable personality, and every now and then you’d hear snippets of stories about him
most of the time you’d find yourself smiling a little as you listened to those, because the more you heard, the more he seemed like a good guy
unless it was one of the older noble ladies expressing their desire for him, which never failed to make you feel ill
one day you’re seated on a bench in the courtyard with a cross-stitch on your lap, trying to focus on it more than the fact that Junhui is approaching your direction with a large tub in his hands
however, when he’s about to pass by, you put your work down and stand up
“E-excuse me,” you begin, your heart beating rapidly in your chest, and it definitely doesn’t calm down when Junhui turns around and gives you a sweet smile with a playful glint in his eyes. “I was just…”
“Is there something you need, milady?”
you feel so intimidated, so exposed under his mischievous stare, but somehow manage to blurt out, “I was thinking if you could… uh, teach me about the garden sometime. I’m interested in the flowers.”
Junhui quirks his eyebrows and takes the smallest step closer to you. “A noblewoman who wants to learn about gardening?”
you give him a quick nod, at which he chuckles
“As you wish, milady. I’ll see you around, lady..?”
“Y/N,” you say quickly, your cheeks undoubtedly heating up, and force a smile
Junhui nods and with a quick wave, continues his way to the shore, where he’s already got a big pile of laundry to wash
and it’s just that much more difficult to focus on your cross-stitch when you’ve got a drenched, handsome young man like him nearby
it only gets worse when he takes off his shirt and your eyes just happen to be aimed at him a lot more often than on your work
it’s at that point that you decide to move back into the castle, so that you could both finish your work (and before your thoughts could go any further)
Junhui would’ve noticed approximately all of the glances you threw at him, because he was stealing some at you, too, and so when you left, you left behind a widely grinning, jolly worker who still had many hours of laundry ahead of him
but those hours in all honesty go by faster than he expected, because he spends most of that time thinking about you
one of the next days, you’d finally spot him in the garden and, without much of a second thought, join him there
“You really came,” Junhui says almost incredulously when he notices you, and turns to you
“Of course I did, I take pride in keeping my word,” you say a bit defensively, which earns you a chuckle from Junhui
“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry if I upset you, milady,” he says, his voice a bit softer than earlier, and you find your heart melting just a little
“You didn’t,” you say hurriedly and avoid his gaze because how is it so piercing?
he proceeds to lead you further into the garden, and you listen in fascination as he tells you little facts about each plant and flower while tending them
there’s something about his voice and the way he smiles every now and then that really gets to you, and you honestly never thought you’d be as eager to hear about flowers as you are then
you’ve gone through maybe half of the garden when Junhui stops and turns to you, smiling
“Should you really be spending this much time with someone like me, milady?”
you blush a little and turn your attention to the flowers
“I don’t… see it as a problem. I like learning.”
he chuckles and turns to the flowers, too. “But really. A noblewoman spending hours in the garden with a worker? Do you know how many eyes are on us at this very moment?”
your eyes widen at that, because he has a point, and you should’ve realized it all much earlier
and yet there is no denying that there was something about him that has caught your interest inevitably badly, and you don’t want to simply stay away from him
as you remain silent, unable to say anything, Junhui chuckles and carefully cuts a rose from the bush in front of you, bright red in color
“This is for you. Consider it a gift of gratitude for keeping me company. It’s been a great pleasure, Lady Y/N.”
your eyes slowly move from the flower to Junhui’s eyes, and you’re met with an amount of warmth you were definitely not expecting
“T-thank you, Junhui,” you manage to say and begin to leave the garden
he follows you with his gaze, and the smallest of smiles plays on his lips
there’s definitely something about you
after that, the two of you spend more time together - much more than a noblewoman like you should be spending with someone like him
but you enjoy his company, so you defy all the judging glances
besides, you have assured your parents nothing would happen between the two of you, so in the end your conscience is clear, even if they still don’t approve
you’d often be doing your own work while he did his, and you’d talk about a bit of this and that, little by little getting to know each other
sometimes you discuss your lives, with Junhui sharing the hardships he’s come past and you sharing some of your experiences in the court, but sometimes you discussed something much less serious, such as court gossip or what you were looking forward to when seasons changed
the more you learn about him and his past, the more fondly you think of him, and the more he learns about you, the more he finds himself looking forward to being with you
needless to say, you’re at your most distracted whenever Junhui does something physical, because that was exactly when your eyes couldn’t help but move up and down his body, observing the way his muscles move
Junhui chuckles every time
“You might want to be a bit more subtle, milady, as flattering as your stare is.”
you blush furiously, and through your stammering Junhui’s only able to make out “I didn’t”, which he laughs off, because yes you did
your promise to your parents is on some very thin ice, because the more time you spend with Junhui, the more you wish something did happen between the two of you
and your heart only beats more for him at the times when you enter your room and see a bouquet of flowers on your desk, beautiful yet simple, with a note from Junhui that either had a small poem or a short message
even if the voice at the back of your head nags about how you’re supposed to marry well
it’s early spring when you join Junhui for a trip to the village
you take a horse, with you sitting in front of him, and it’s quite likely the most exciting yet nerve-wrecking time of your life when you practically have his arms around you
you buy some essentials he needs for his work, and you give in and give some money to some poor families, which Junhui observes in curiosity
before you leave the village, Junhui takes you between two buildings and, bolder than ever, takes a hold of your hand
“Junhui?” you ask, your heart hammering inside of your chest, as you look into his unreadable eyes, closer to yours than they had ever been
“I have a problem,” he starts, his voice sounding thick, and there’s a sad hint to his smile. “Milady, I’m afraid I feel more for you than I should.”
and you honestly feel like your heart stops in that very moment
you’re about to say that he’s not alone with that issue, but Junhui lets go of your hand and gently brings his forefinger close to your lips, not daring to touch them
“Don’t say anything.”
so you don’t say anything
and instead wrap your arms around him and hide your face in his chest
pairing: kihyunxreader length: 3k words genre: slight angst and fluff summary: “Not ready for Sumi to have a father? Or not ready to fall in love with him again?” comments: To make everything a little easier, I have already named the daughter
I hope I got here on time! \OAO/ is there any chance you could write headcanons for how Jonathan, PB Dio, Speedwagon and Will would handle having to babysit for a couple of days? Thanks! ^^
-Sure thing! Thanks for stopping by! You sure know how to put me to work Ghost~
-I’m gonna do about toddler age, 2 years old
•He’s a gentle giant of course, but he’s never taken care of a child before??
•Has cute conversations with them
•Never takes his eyes off of them for a second because if he does they might d i e
•Good at playing with them
•Comes very natural to him to play peek-a-boo and to lift them up high into the air
•When it comes to practical things like feeding and diapers, he has no idea where to start
•Goes to Zeppeli for help
•Now it’s a group of grown and buff men taking care of this soft toddler
•Jonathan is also surprisingly good at getting them to sleep
•He gently hums and pets their hair
•Good overall, would recommend again 10/10
•Ok he’s been a father before
•He can do this
•Good at the practical stuff like what to feed the kid
•Playing he’s awkward at
•Sometimes too rough on accident
•Or asks them to repeat what they said when clearly they’re two years old and it’s jibberish
•Does it on his own
•Too stubborn for help
•If they cry, he knows how to comfort them
•Also good at getting them to calm down or to nap
•Pretty good, not as much energy as Jonathan, but more experience 7/10
ROBERT E.O. SPEEDWAGON
•It’s kinda like how he runs his gang right??
•Just hang out with them and be nice
•Shouldn’t be too hard
•Not super watchful, as he trusts this child to not hurt themselves
•Talks to them a tonnnn
•Very good conversationalist
•The child loves to pull his hair and punch his hat
•Likes to toss them into the air or play airplane with them
•Hopes to just tire them out so much that they’ll nap right away
•Can’t read fluently yet so he uses sock puppets to help them sleep
•Dances with them a lot
•Claps and gives them emotional support
•"Yes! Eat that last cheerio! You can do it!!“
•Probably had made the kid cry a couple times with how loud he is
•Good, but awkward at times 6/10
•Why did he agree to babysit this child?
•And when did he exactly??
•Everything is fine
•It’s just for a few days
•….“A FEW DAYS???”
•Warns the child constantly to not take people as fools
•Also warns them to not mess with him
•Like to pull on his cowlick on the front of his hair
•Very good storyteller
•Reads them bedtime stories
•Awkward with food and assumes you can just mash anything up and they will eat it
•Even though they’re two years old and have teeth
•Has no concept between baby age and toddler age
•When they talk he always snaps at them
•"W h a t??? I can’t understand you! Speak clearly dammit!“
•Mocks their speech to spite the toddler
•Alright babysitter, doesn’t have a good grip on ages though. This toddler now yells useless and dammit throughout the house. 4/10
-I hope this is alright friend~!
okay but every de-aged!clone au i see is them going to their actual ages (10 through 12) but I want to see BBY!Clones tbh like.
give me the not-even-a-year!Dogma, and 1-to -2-year-old!Hardcase trying to make him stand up even though he CAN’T, and toddlers!Waxer-and-Boil cuddling on the floor with toddlers!Fives-and-Echo next to them.
give me 2-year-old!Rex sucking his thumb and staring up at Kanan because he wants a nap and he’s the only adult around to tell him where his sleeping tube is.
Imagine: Obi-Wan Getting De-Aged Into A Toddler; Yet You Don't Know It's Obi-Wan And You Have To Care For Him:
“Bababababa,” you heard from your slumber. You were half awake and yet half asleep so you thought it would be in your dream, until you heard again and felt a breath on your face. “Bababa!” You shot up to see a toddler around 2 years old looking at you with his hands on his hips and an angry look plastered his face.
“Hey little guy,” you yawned and stretched before flinging your legs over the bed. “What are you doing here? This is my room.”
“Bababa,” he repeated again, grabbing your leg and pulling you out of bed.
“Don’t talk huh? Alright,” You smiled grabbing his hand and slipping your shoes on. “Let’s go and find Obi-Wan he’ll know what to do.” You looked down at the younglings face only to see his nose scrunched up.
“Bababa,” it seemed to you that that was the only sound he knew how to make. You grasped his hand and pulled him to Obi-Wan’s room, only to find the door open and Anakin stood there, confused.
“Anakin?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “Is Obi-Wan here?”
“Y/N,” Anakin whispered walking over to you ad pulling you into a tight embrace. “My master is missing.”
“Missing?” You shrieked, looking down at this toddler who had a tight grip on your nightgown. “Where?”
“I don’t know,” he sighed, placing his hands on your shoulder and looking into your eyes, he saw the toddler by my side and crouched down to meet his eyesight. “Hey little guy, who are you?”
“Hm, bababa,” the boy said, knitting his eyebrows at Anakin, who only chuckled.
“You look just like my master,” Anakin smiled, standing up and looking at you. “Are you sure you and Obi-Wan haven’t had a child together?”
“I think I’d know if I had a kid,” you scoffed, the boy tugging on your nightgown and holding his arms to you as a signal to be picked up, so you picked him up and rested him on your hip.
“Well,I know you like my Master, and my Master likes you too,” Anakin smirked, tussling the little boys hair. “It’s painfully obvious yet you both act like nothing’s happened.”
“Well Obi-Wan is a Jedi if you haven’t notice,” you frowned, the boy resting his face in the crook of your neck. “Attatchments are forbidden, and there’s no way Obi would want to give up his life as a Jedi for me.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Anakin smiled. “Now, I need to go and look for my Master, don’t worry I’ll find him.”
“Please do Anakin, you know I love him,” you whispered with a sigh before walking away with the toddler. “Well little one, it looks like I’ll have to care for you until he’s back!”
That same night, the boy slept in your bed next to you, he nestled into your arms and you held him with a smile. “Babababa,” the boy smiled.
The boy, is Obi-Wan Kenobi. He doesn’t know what happened to himself, only that he had been deaged to a toddle, thinking you’d be able to help him he went for you. However you went looking for him. Obi-Wan rested in your arms, closing his eyes, his heart beating rapidly. He wanted so badly to kiss you right now, but how awkward would that be? A 2 year old kissing you on the lips. He’d always fantasised about this, you holding a child in your arms, and him walking in after a long mission to see you nurturing your child. He smiled to himself, as he sat up and watched you. He was completely in love with you, Obi-Wan Kenobi was completely in love with you. Smitten if you would, his whole life revolved around making you happy, you just never saw it, however it did work he always made you smile. He placed a kiss on your shoulder blade before laying back down next to you and falling asleep.
Your eyes fluttered open and you felt strong arms around you, panicking because you had fallen asleep with a child in your arms and now you were in a grown mans arms. You turned over quickly to see Obi-Wan asleep peacefully, his eyes closed made your heat flutter. “Obi-Wan?” you asked, shaking him.
“Mmm,” he grunted, stirring only slightly before snoring quietly.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi wake up right now,” you snapped, causing Obi-Wan to fly up and stand up.
“Y-Y/N,” He stuttered. “I’m back.” He sighed with relief only to look down and see that he’s completely naked in front of you. He grabs the duvet and brings up to cover himself causing you to giggle and blush before looking away.
“What happened? Where’s the toddler?” You asked, standing up and placing your dressing gown on.
“I was the toddler thanks for noticing,” he said sarcastically with a smile. “I don’t know what happened, or how it happened, but I was de-aged to a toddler.”
“I-It was you,” you panicked.
“I’m surprised we haven’t had secret child together too,” he laughed winking, remembering what Anakin said.
“Let me go and tell him you’re safe, and get some clothes for you,” you whispered.
“No, stay,” he pleaded. “ Let’s just cuddle, please.” You smirked and took off your dressing gown throwing it at him to wear.
“Fine,” you smiled climbing back into bed, Obi-Wan now wearing your F/C night gown joined you.
He pulled your back towards his front so he was spooning you, his arms resting on your hipbones and he kissed your hair. “I love you, Y/N. I’d be more than happy to give up my Jedi life for you.”
“I love you too Obi-Wan,” you whispered, turning your head to face him, he pressed his lips to yours and kissed you softl. As you kissed back you both smiled, knowing that ths is where you both wanted to be.
Requested by anon!
I hope this is what you had in mind, I’m sorry it’s so bad.
Miss Lane debuted her latest Disney costume at WDW Sunday for Dapper Day. She cosplayed at the Magic Kingdom as Jane Porter (from Disney’s Tarzan) and she really had a blast and met tons of very dapper friends. :D
At the top I made a little collage of construction pics I snapped while sewing her costume. (I was up until 4am Sunday morning -four hours before we left for the park- so sadly I didn’t snap pics of some of the pieces coming together in the end.) I started out with a bright yellow tablecloth I found at Goodwill for $4.99. The color was perfect and just screamed Jane to me. (I’ve wanted to sew her costume forever and finally did it! YAY!) I created a bustle with steel hooping for her to wear under the dress (she also had a crinoline I made out of some netting.) The hat is from Children’s Place and I just changed out the band around it. The belt is a remnant of brown suede and the tie was a scrap leftover from the hat band material. The little parasol was a lace one I found at a thrift store and I took it apart and sewed a new cover to make it look more like Jane’s. I ran out of time so it’s missing the tassles and a few minor details, but I may revisit it before she wears it again. I kind of just made up the pattern and draped it as I went. They really don’t make bustle dress patterns in 18-24 month sizes. ;) All in all I’m very happy with the finished dress and she was such a trooper wearing it around the park all day. It’s was quite warm, too–but she kept the hat and gloves on the entire time, and for a 2 year old toddler, that’s saying something! :D I’m so proud of my little cosplayer.
We’re in our busy season at work which usually means about 8-10 hours of overtime a week with the occasional voluntary Saturday. This spring has been awful however: 16 hours OT every week with mandatory Saturdays. This week marked the 8th Saturday in a row I had to come in. Time off requests have been denied (except for the supervisors) and one mother was forced to miss her child’s graduation.
Additionally, management has been extremely tone-deaf in their communications to us: no empathy for the sacrifices we’re making (I have a legally disabled wife at home along with a 2 year old force of nature toddler and many of my coworkers are single mothers) and their emails are motivational cliches about working harder.
So when my supervisor asked us to submit our favorite motivational quotes, I saw my chance. So far, he has forwarded quotes I’ve submitted (unattributed) from Hitler, Stalin and Chairman Mao to the entire department. I’m working on finding a usable Pol Pot quote for tomorrow.
Robron in 5 years? They've done the adoption route (the Rebecca baby has been removed- I don't care how) so they now have an adorable two-year-old. An issue has arisen in the village prompting Rob to run for Eric's old seat on the council leading to lots of comedy mishaps with roblivion (Liv is Debbie's new apprentice) pretending to be the perfect family to potential supporters leading Rob to a scene where he assures them that while they're not perfect he wouldn't change them for anything.
Omg Lizzie, Robert on the council would be flipping hilarious. Liv, a new mini Debbie, and a 2 year old toddler in toe, I’m sure Aaron’s laughing, and wondering how their life became this domestic, but ya know he loves it. a+
So. On June 1st I was in a freak car accident. I have a broken ankle and two herniated discs in my back. Obviously I am out of work until I heal up, which is going to take quite a while, honestly.
The person that hit me has fled the state and the medical bills are piling up!!
I have been working from home as much as I can, but living in a small town, people don’t want to pay for what I have 😞
I’m turning to you all for help! 💜
I have two toddlers (2 & 4 years old) and can barely take of food, let alone bills. Our fridge and pantry are so barren. We haven’t had milk in weeks because they are both lactose intolerant and that stuff is expensive.
I make sure they eat and are getting what they need, but I barely eat once a day, if that.
As long as my babies are taken care of 💕
I have very little family.
I am asking for your help because I see no other option and have no idea how we will make it through this.
Anything helps!!! Seriously.
Even if you can’t help, please pray for us ❤️
Okay obviously 11-year-old Harry at the Dursleys’ is sad enough, but can you imagine little 2- or 3-year-old toddler Harry being forced to sleep in a closet maybe not even tall enough to reach the doorknob so Petunia or Vernon had to guide him in. Little baby Harry not understanding why Dudley got to watch fun cartoons and he had to sit in the cupboard trying to make toys out of old household items because he never got any jfc there is no redemption for the Dursleys in my mind N O N E