was this just me or

4
tony stark, a certified baby-cuddler

everyone needs more tony and babies in their life, right? have a fic. because tony canonically goes to hospitals and hugs babies who need it. (for mobile users, there’s a read-more after a few paragraphs)


Tony Stark isn’t new to kids, not exactly.

He’s always tried to visit paediatric wards when he had a moment, letting the kids play with the armours and telling them stories. He helped Reed and Sue with babysitting, and he remembers Val’s first attempts at building microprocessors. He held a newborn Danielle Cage in his arms and he marvelled at how tiny she was. He’s always glad to help his baby Avengers with homework.

He likes kids. He might never have his own, and he tells himself he’s made his peace with that, but he likes kids and he likes spending time with them, from babies and toddlers to I’m-not-a-kid-anymore teenagers.

And the moments he spends with kids never get any less special.

Keep reading

2

L: this is probably the weirdest date you’ve ever been on…
K: yeah..
L: …
K: but, it’s been the best one as well

on their first date, they somehow end up in a dirty alleyway because of lance and he thinks things are over but instead, they have just begun.

the internet in my dorm cut out for a few minutes while i was in the middle of writing my essay and i immediately threw myself to the side and made a noise like it was 1918 and i was succumbing to the spanish influenza. i genuinely felt my soul almost leave my body. buzzfeed unsolved come and explain the mysterious death of me, an innocent college student, who never learned how to manage time wisely

’Complete’ version of our Ciel’s family tree (in reference to this post by Yana)

*bold: people who are alive (as of November 1889)

*grey: people who are dead / haven’t been introduced yet

*Madam Red’s death date is based on the assumption that the murder of Mary Jane Kelly, the last victim of Jack the Ripper, occured on the same day as in the actual history (November 9, 1888).

me: i wanna do a cover of a kamome

also me: wow but imagine victor and yuuri waltzing to kamome but then yuuri shimmies out of victor’s grasp and then suddenly they’re salsa-ing and otabek’s on the keys and they’re just lettin it rip??????????

(┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

Beg For It

Lafayette jumped at the knock on the door. It was three in the morning for fuck’s sake. 

Lafayette opened the door, surprised to see Hercules. The two had been tiptoeing around each other ever since Lafayette found out and they fought. Lafayette had the mercy not to kick him out of his own apartment, but Hercules had been spending most of the day out and then would come home and sleep in the living room with John and Alex. Alex was angry with Hercules as well, fully taking Lafayette’s side. John was neutral, angry at Hercules as well, but his loyalty to his friend kept him merciful.

“What do you want?” Lafayette asked, swallowing what was either anger, tears, or both. 

Hercules didn’t answer at first. “I wanted to talk.”

Lafayette sighed, “Hercules, I don’t have the energy to fight with you right now.”

“I don’t want to fight.” Hercules reasoned, “I’m tired of us avoiding each other and the situation. Just hear me out, please. Can I please come in?”

“Sure,” Lafayette relented, opening the door wider for Hercules.

Lafayette sat on his bed, not offering for Hercules to do the same. He didn’t.

 Hercules expected Lafayette to say something. He waited for Lafayette to say something. He didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” Hercules began. “I’ll start with that. I know saying sorry doesn’t help. At all. But I do want you to know I regret it.”

“Why did you do it?” Lafayette hissed. “Am I not enough for you? Was she able to give you something I couldn’t provide?” Despite Lafayette promising himself he wouldn’t cry, he was already starting to. Lafayette was always emotional, he hated how vulnerable it made him.

Hercules shook his head. “I honestly don’t know why I did what I did. You’re more than enough for me Lafayette, you always have been. I never understood what I did to deserve you, I obviously don’t.” He laughed bitterly, “I could blame it on alcohol, on her, on any number of things. But in the end, it was only me, making a stupid decision.”

“Then why are you here? Why did you want to talk to me?” Lafayette asked, his voice wavering.

“I want to know what you want. I’m not asking you to forgive me, I don’t expect you to. Not now, not ever. But I can’t handle this. Us avoiding each other, ignoring each other. I can’t handle the silence and I can’t handle the uncertainty. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I’ll leave, I’ll never speak to you again if that’s what you want. Just tell me what you want.” Hercules pleaded.

Lafayette hesitated. He didn’t know what he wanted. Did he want Hercules gone? He was angry, yes, but when he imagined a life without Hercules…

He stood, meeting Hercules’ eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.” Lafayette caught the exact moment as Hercules’ eyes flashed with hope but quickly died out right after. “I want to forgive you, I really do. I’m just not sure how.”

Hercules nodded, “I know what I did was horrible. But I would do anything to get you to forgive me.” Lafayette said nothing. “What do I have to do? Beg for it?” Hercules asked, sarcasm lightly dancing in his words. Lafayette almost said yes, he almost wanted to see Hercules beg for Lafayette’s forgiveness and love, but Lafayette wasn’t that cruel. Besides, it would have been a miracle to see Hercules, the stubborn, hot-headed giant Lafayette had grown to love, on his knees and begging.

Lafayette’s eyes widened when Hercules did just that.

Hercules got onto his knees, taking Lafayette’s hands in his. Lafayette didn’t pull away, too shocked by what he was seeing. Begging during sex was one thing, this was something entirely different. Hercules was surrendering his dignity to Lafayette. His pride. Hercules wouldn’t do this for anyone else.

“I’m sorry Lafayette, I really am. I love you, more than I love anyone else. You’re everything to me, Lafayette. I would do anything just to keep you in my life. You don’t have to forgive me now, you don’t ever have to forgive me. But you need to know that I do love you, and I never wanted to hurt you.” Hercules had a single tear running down his cheek, which shook Lafayette greater than anything else that happened since Hercules walked in.

Hercules never cried. Never. Lafayette had never seen him cry. “Hercules…” Lafayette trailed off. He didn’t know what else to do. He got on his own knees, hugging Hercules tightly.

“D-Do—” Hercules began.

“No,” Lafayette cut him off. “Not yet. I don’t forgive you yet. I need time.” Lafayette admitted. “But I can start.”

Hercules pulled back, smiling a little. Lafayette was smiling a little too. “That’s all I wanted.” Hercules sighed. “You know, I love you.”

Lafayette nodded. “I know.”

Written by Hamildabbing

wormdelivre  asked:

Okay the holding baby thing is absolutely sweet but can we also talk about how he freaking pays for criminals therapy to help them recover?? Like Tony believing into giving a second change to criminals is so important for his character?? I love him so much!

TONY STARK IS A BROKEN MAN WHO STILL TRIES WITH EVERY LAST PART OF HIM TO FIX EVERYONE ELSE EVEN THE ONES WHO MOST PEOPLE THINK ARE IRREDEEMABLE AND HE DOES THIS WITHOUT TAKING CREDIT OR APPROVAL OR RECOGNITION BECAUSE HE IS THE BEST SUPERHERO IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD have a lovely night