we adopted him so it was too late to change his name

10 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 5,308

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence and alcohol

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

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Married Bliss RP Starters

“Honey, I packed you a lunch.”

“Sweetheart you tried to pack  me a sandwich with gummy bears I think it’s time for a break.”

“You look like you haven’t slept in days. Let me watch the kids. You need some rest.”

“Can you please watch them I need a good cry and a nap.”

“You have been on diaper duty since the babies been born let me get it this time.”

“Can you please change their diaper I’m trying to make dinner.”

“I’m sorry…I burnt dinner…”

“Wow…that looks wonderful… No! Hey don’t cry! Please, it looks wonderful! See I’m eating it right now.”

“Honey our little angel just flushed his/her toy down the toilet!”

“My ring! My ring is missing!”

“Honey, where is your wedding ring?”

“Oh no! My ring fell down the drain!”

“Oh…it’s everywhere…I didn’t realize babies…went so much…”

“It’s just a diaper…wait you don’t look so well…”

“I can’t change their diaper without you getting sick It’s a little frustrating.”

“I’m going to be late for dinner.”

“I made us our first dinner in our new place. I hope you like it.”

“Wow it looks wonderful. I didn’t know I was with a seasoned chef.”

“Do I look fat?”

“Honey you’re pregnant that’s all baby. You look beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful no matter what size you are please remember that.”

“I’m so lucky to be married to someone so beautiful.”

“Come to bed, It’s getting late.”

“Why are you cooking? It’s three in the morning.”

“We’re going to make beautiful kids.”

“I can’t wait to see their little face. I’m really excited to see them.”

“It’s your turn to feed him/her.”

“I’ve got it, go back to sleep.”

“Wake up, the baby needs you.”

“Mmm she/he has that fresh baby smell.”

“I know you’re working but you forgot your lunch.”

“I thought I’d stop by so we could have lunch together.”

“They drew all over the walls…we just painted them too…”

“I thought we’d visit you on your break.”

“Let’s go to the park together. It will be good for all of us to get some fresh air.”

“Every day is a blessing with you.”

“Who thought it was a good idea to get them such a noisy toy.”

“I have watched the same kids show all day for a week straight I’m going to snap.”

“Do babies really like this stuff?”

“Wait don’t drink that! That’s for the baby.”

“I think we should get another cat/dog.”

“I love you, but we have too many animals. Please don’t bring anymore home.”

“Did your coat just meow/bark?”

“Surprise! I got us a cat/dog!”

“Please don’t be mad…I couldn’t resist its little face.”

“You’re going to be a father.”

“He/She is kicking!”

“What if we’re not good parents?”

“You’re going to be a wonderful mother/father.”

“Don’t worry about it you’re pregnant. It’s okay to be emotional.”

“I got everything on the list. Are you really craving pickles and peanut butter? Our baby is weird.”

“We are not naming our baby (insert ridiculous name here) end of discussion.”

“Can you take the trash out, please.”

“I’ll make dinner tonight.”

“How was work?”

“I missed you like crazy. I wish I didn’t have to work all day.”

“Will you please stop making that face. It’s making the baby cry.”

“No you can’t steal their dog/cat!”

“It’s okay sometimes these things take time. We’ll just keep trying until something happens.”

“I made you some soup. I hope you get to feeling better soon.”

“Honey, you’re burning up.”

“I think the baby is sick.”

“You worry too much. It’s just a scratch.”

“Please don’t ever leave me. I almost burned the house down trying to cook dinner.”

“He/She has your eyes.”

“He/She is so beautiful. I can’t believe he’s/she’s finally here.
“I’m so afraid i’m going to drop him/her.”

“He/She is so tiny. I can’t believe how small he/she is.”

“He/She has a tight grip.”

“Don’t ask…you don’t want to know.”

“Honey, why is our child running around naked?”

“How much sugar did you give him/her?”

“Are you sure you’re okay being alone with the them?”

“I’ll be right back, I promise.”

“Don’t give the kids sugar while i’m gone.”

“I swear sometimes I have two children instead of one.”

“Your hormones are just a little crazy. You cried today because you saw a cat on the tv.”

“I know it’s three in the morning but could you please get me some chocolate milk. Oh and some chocolate chip cookies, please.”

“I love you but your cravings are killing me.”

“I’ll rub your feet. I know they’re getting swollen from the pregnancy.”

“We should look into adopting.”

“It’s okay, we can always adopt.”

“Our adoption papers got accepted! We’re going to be parents!”

“We get to bring her/him home tomorrow i’m so excited.” 

“What if they don’t accept us? What if we can’t adopt?”

“We’re going to be amazing parents. I know they’ll see that. Please don’t worry. I know the adoption papers will go through.”

“Have you heard anything yet about the adoption papers? Have we been approved?”

“The kids drew all over my work papers….I hope they’ll accept stick figure drawings.”

“Honey, you put the babies clothes on backwards.”

~From Sour to Sweet~

When you find a new friend in the strangest way.

cat hybrid!yoongi/reader

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What were you thinking?

You don’t know what possessed you to go to a hybrid adoption facility and want to pick out a hybrid of your own. You felt bad that you could only choose one of the many hybrids presented before you. All were of various species accentuated with different colors, shapes, and sizes.

“You can go in if you want.” The employee next to you responds, having spotted you looking at the hybrids through the glass window.

The room was pretty spacious but you were afraid that if you went inside you would try and take them all home with you. It looked like a cross between a playground and recreational room. There were beds for them to sleep, a TV off to the side, and lots of blankets and pillows.

“If there’s one you want to interact with personally, we have rooms available for you, if you’re not comfortable going inside with all of them. It can get overwhelming sometimes.”

You watched all the hybrids for a bit. There were a couple of rabbits running around in a game of chase, bounding through the other hybrids as well as hopping over stray toys and scattered furniture pieces. The foxes were playing with a soccer ball, rolling it back and forth and a few of them even went to mess with the other hybrids nearby. Literally all of the dog hybrids were play wrestling each other and you could see tufts of fur flying through the air. Most of the cats were either asleep or lazily tossing balls of yarn here and there.

You notice a small white cat hybrid tucked away from everyone else, including the other cats, curled up in a ball high on top of one of the shelves. He wasn’t sleeping, rather he was lying there and observing all the other hybrids with a smidge of boredom adorning his features, white tail flicking lazily back and forth like a pendulum. His white ears contrasted the black locks of his hair as they twitched to each of the sounds. You noticed that he looked…lonely, yet there was a hint of sadness somewhat hidden in his eyes, and your heart ached at the sight.

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Angel (Jungkook x Reader) Pt. 1

Synopsis: You were in love with the stars but sadly, was kept apart from them thanks to mathematical equations that made it impossible for you to touch them. They were the South and you were the East, always together but never touching. Until a curious hybrid becomes the bridge and eventually, your personal galaxy infested with stars.

Warnings: Abuse, Fluff, and mentions of trauma

Genre: Romance, Hybrid 

Word Count: 3209

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Originally posted by btsgot7-jiyong

Star.

Definition: a fixed luminous point in the night sky that is a large, remote incandescent body like the sun.

Something that was too hot to touch and impossible for you to ever get near enough to caress the shiny glimmer of hope. 

Impossible hope.


“So, you changed majors again.” Your best friend stared at you while taking a sip of their Caramel Frappe, almost in a cruel way to piss you off.

“Yes, but it’s just that the math in astro was too difficult.”

“Mm.” You annoyingly huffed at their deep sound of whatever.

“Plus, I’m already a well-rounded author with published works.” They laughed. “What? I am!” 

“I didn’t say you weren’t babe, but Wattpad doesn’t necessarily count. You’re an editor for a popular Youtube news outlet, there is no shame to say it!” You slumped down on your chair.

“But it’s not astronomy.” Jay smiled as they passed their frappe to you. 

“I have an idea. Let’s get you a pet.” 

“A pet won’t help me.” You took a sip from their drink, wincing at the extremely sweet aftertaste. 

“But these will.”


Jay had dropped you off at a rather large “Adoption Center” that just looked like a high-end Petco of some sort. They had pushed you in, and retrieved to their car, leaving you there before shouting how they would have their boyfriend drop your car off at the location with the keys in one of the rims rather loudly to your dismay. An employee greeted you and began to show you the extensive “line of pets and animals” they had. The walls were white, very clinical and sterile looking giving the place an ominous vibe.  

“So we have domestic pets here if you would like your traditional dog, cat, turtle, bird, whatnot. What do you have in mind, dear?” The employee walked you around as you saw dogs play with each other in a very pretty bin that was rather large with plant life growing.

“I actually don’t know..” The cats were dozing off in their glass cubicles. “A companion?” This caused the man’s eyes to lit up.

“Companion? You don’t say. Well, I believe we have something perfect for you. Follow me now, dear.” The employee quickly walked into a hall with you hot at his heels and he opened a door that said the word,  “Exoticis


“And here we have the exotic animals section,” You looked at the employee with a bit of confusion.

“Exotic?” 

“Yes, well more of like from the Asian countries also from South America. We only have dealers from those parts of the globe sadly. Still exotic pets.” You looked at the many cages. They all held humans.

“Oh my god, are you trafficking humans?!” He laughed as he took you near a man who had what seemed to be a gown that you are given before going to surgeries. 

“No, dear. Hybrids.” The man in the gown looked beyond terrified, but his hair was a ginger red and from the tops of his head, stood.. Lion.. ears. 

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(I’ve started a little “series” thing. I’ve got ideas for all of the Potter-Malfoy kids and I’ll be releasing drawings and headcanons of them. I hope you enjoy!! I’d advise that you go look at the other kid’s stuff to avoid confusion)

The next of the Potter-Malfoy kids I’d like to re-introduce you to is Teddy

headcanons:

  • After Lupin and Tonks die, Andromeda is of course, more than willing to take Teddy
  • After Harry finishes his 7th year, he offers to take him, raise him. However, Andromeda insists that he go and start his life. He’s only 18 after all, he hasn’t got time for a child.
  • So Harry goes, and becomes a fantastic Auror, still visiting Teddy multiple times a week.
  • Meanwhile Narcissa decides to throw all of her pureblood shit out of the window bc after the war she’s just so tired. She’s been tired for over 40 years and she’s done pretending to be perfect and prim. She finally expels her mother’s voice from her head, and unapologetically becomes herself. (she even redecorates the manor bc it’s always felt much too like a museum)
  • Thus, she does the thing she’s wanted to do since she was 18 and shows up on Andromeda’s doorstep, not even a month after the war is over.
  • and obviously Andromeda is wary and a bit bitter towards her sister. 
  • but Narcissa keeps coming back. She brings presents for Teddy, helps Andromeda clean out her late husband’s things, tells her stories, and says “im sorry” more times to Andromeda in that space of time then she’s done in her entire life. and it feels wonderful. freeing almost
  • and suddenly, it’s been 6 months + it’s as if nothing ever changed between them
  • Narcissa just falls in love with Teddy
  • She, herself, never wanted anymore children after Draco, but she loves having a baby around to spoil.
  • In March of 2005, just a month after Harry and Draco adopt Cassiopeia, Andromeda gets into an accident and no longer has full control over her legs (she can still use them, but they’re very weak), That coupled with the fact that she’s in her 50′s, means she can no longer keep up with Teddy.
  • So she goes to Harry and asks if his offer from years ago still stands.
  • Harry and Draco take in Teddy (six years old at the time) with open arms
  • Teddy immediately blends with the family (and still sees his grandmother often), becoming the big brother™  to all his “little sisters”
  • He calls Draco daddy, just like the girls until he’s 8 or 9 then just calls him Dad bc of the cringe (the girls never stop. Draco is always Daddy, no matter how old they are)
  • He tries to call Harry many different things but his new siblings have none of it. It’s  bābā or nothing
  • By the time Teddy is 9, Harry and Draco approach him about being officially adopted by them
  • and Teddy is just beyond thrilled
  • Through the adoption process, Harry insists that Teddy’s last name is not changed
  • Teddy is extremely protective over his sisters and is ready to square up at anyone who threatens them
  • He becomes particularly close with Sirius (Cassiopeia) as, they are both metamorphmagus. 
  • Throughout Sirius’ whole childhood, Teddy tries his best to teach her to change her appearance with more ease and more permanently, but she never really gets a hold of it and very rarely uses her powers at all
  • Teddy is also always ready to hop up with Sirius to go on adventures to find magical creatures. Mostly so he can make sure she’s safe about it but also bc she always is just so excited
  • He’s the first to go to Hogwarts and the others are so jealous. So Teddy, not wanting them to feel left out, brings home all sorts of things as gifts. + when he can finally go into Hogsmeade in his third year, he comes back with tons of stuff for them (half of which Harry + Draco have to confiscate bc ‘Edward, Lupin you cannot give an 8 year old this potion !”)
  • When the twins are getting sorted, and the hat shouts “SLYTHEIRN”, they both look over to Teddy nervously. 
  • Teddy, catching their expressions thinks they might cry and literally gets up in the middle of the Great Hall to hug and congratulate them
  • “Don’t even worry about it. Being in different houses means nothing. You won’t be able to shake your big brother off that easily.” He even boops their noses “you’ll have so much fun in Slytherin you two. Wait until Dad hears, he’ll be thrilled.” and he pushes them over to their table
  • The twins also have to take a lot of shit for being Slytherin (as, after the war, the “slytherins are evil” stereotype heightens a bit) , also the growing rumors about the Potter-Malfoy family (specifically Draco) + Teddy just cannot stand it. 
  • The only time he shows real (terrifying might I add) anger is when people start to accuse Draco of things or try to pick on the girls about silly rumors 
  • He’s wonderful at herbology and transfiguration. Like, too good almost.
  • + ofc he’s a Prefect and Head Boy. But he’s not at all annoying about it.
  • When he’s 15 he approached Harry + Draco about changing his last name
  • Harry is like, “uhhh no? I love you and you’re basically my son ??? but you’re keeping Remus’ last name ???”
  • And Teddy tries to negotiate with them. Perhaps he can hyphenate? but Draco is just “what ? so you’ll be Lupin-Potter-Malfoy that’s not happening purely because it sounds ridiculous”
  • So Teddy is just like fine. How about his last name is Potter-Malfoy but changes his middle name to Lupin
  • Harry just kind of smiles and says if he still wants to do it in a couple years, they’ll talk about it again
  • So without fail, for every birthday he says “hopefully I’ll be a Potter-Malfoy this time next year”
  • and Drarry just share a look
  • Finally when Teddy is 17 he says they can’t stop him now, and he wants to change his name
  • so Harry just huffs and is like “okay if you want a mouthful of a name then we have one stipulation. You’re gonna have two middle names Tonks and Lupin” kind of as a joke
  •  but before Harry even stops talking Teddy’s shouts “DONE”
  • and it’s done before the week is over.
  • So Teddy, mouthful-of-a-fucking-name Potter-Malfoy is just a big ball of sunshine
"Garnet only talks about Fusion stuff now"

So I’ve got some stuff to say about my favorite character: Garnet! 

It’s kind of in response to some criticism I’ve heard: specifically, that Garnet became nothing but a Fusion poster child who thinks about and talks about nothing but fusion since the time her Fusion status was revealed at the end of Season One. 

But I’m not really arguing with the perspective so much as trying to bring some nuance to seeing why Garnet is written the way she is–by examining how her focus has changed over time and what I think we’re going to see the show do with her in the future.

Okay, so to some extent? Yes, Garnet’s inclination to talk about fusion all the time went into overdrive after the reveal. Garnet says very little about herself for an entire season, doesn’t find excuses to bring up fusion, doesn’t seem particularly eager to extol the virtues of fusion or fuse with others (though they seem excited to fuse with her, for sure!), and only has a couple little hints about being a giant fusion-fan dork when we see her reaction to Stevonnie. 

But keep in mind that in Season One, Garnet’s few attempts to open up were not rewarded. For instance, Garnet felt punished for revealing something about herself–her Future Vision–to Steven late in Season One, and it was clear that she risked it because the possibility of being closer to him was worth so much. She learned that her words have incredible power, and that this power is magnified when she’s letting others into the reality of her existence. Garnet is … let’s be serious here, Garnet is majestic and bafflingly cool but she can be kind of awkward. She seems like a stoic badass most of the time when she doesn’t open her mouth, but she can REALLY be a mess when she starts talking and doesn’t think it through first.

She’s completely in her element when she’s talking about fusion, though–and it’s not just because she is a Fusion and loves being one. It’s also because she was the FIRST of her type of Fusion, and she had to fight so hard on so many levels to be allowed to exist. Her existence has, for so long, been ABOUT being allowed to exist.

I’m going to take a weird turn here and talk about Amethyst. But it’ll connect in a minute, I promise.

Amethyst was the clear outsider of the Crystal Gems. She arrived after the war and has no idea about a lot of the events from Gem history. She spent most of her life with no idea that she was “supposed to be” big like Jasper, or what it was like to live on Homeworld, or what other Amethysts might be like, or what her status would have been if she’d come out on time.

And I imagine Rose ADORED THAT.

I suppose Rose was DELIGHTED at the idea of a Gem being alive for the first time in known history without that programming. What it must be like to NOT be indoctrinated into Gem culture, the worst parts of it anyway, not have to fight to oppress others and steal resources for your world and worship your Diamond, just to LIVE as part of a family, somewhat like the humans Rose so admired. Amethyst was a clean slate! 

I don’t know how much she came out of the ground knowing, but it’s clear she was NOT programmed with any idea about what Gems are “supposed to be” like. It was news to her when Peridot said she was supposed to be twice her size, was supposed to outrank everyone on her team, was this mysterious thing called a Quartz. 

It’s a lot like being adopted: she never knew any other family, and she loved her family and her home, but what is it like, to use an inappropriate human analogy, to find one’s BLOOD? When you’re the only one in your family who never knew it?

It was satisfying to her to find her Famethyst at the Zoo. Seeing other Amethysts (and Beta Quartzes), knowing that most of them might have been huge but ended up total goofballs like her, with her ancestry, with the answer to her original name (which to her wasn’t an automatizing reduction of identity to an alphanumeric designation, but instead represented CONNECTION, HISTORY, ANSWERS). What it must be like to her to find that family and know something she’d never known–something Rose didn’t want her to ever have to know, but still had meaning to her.

Back to Garnet.

Garnet is a Fusion, and she can never QUITE be an individual the way single Gems can. She doesn’t consider that a failing, and even though she almost always feels like one being, her Fusion identity IS her. “This is who we are” and “This is who I am” are both statements about her that are true, even though they suggest duality and individuality at once. Garnet has no one to talk to about that, and she’s used to keeping it inside. But no Gems who meet her are ignorant that she’s a Fusion. They immediately see it, looking at her, knowing that’s what she is and carrying whatever judgment they might have about it.

Enter Steven.

He has no idea what a Fusion is for most of his life, and has no idea that he might need to see Garnet as fundamentally different from his other “parents.” That may have been sort of freeing for her, I think. Not telling Steven was really her only chance to know what it’s like to look into someone’s eyes and know they just think of you like one being. 

Let’s remind ourselves who told Steven about fusion. It wasn’t Garnet! Amethyst brought up Opal. Pearl explained what fusion is. Opal was the first Fusion Steven met while knowing he was meeting a Fusion, and he felt a little weird about it at first because he didn’t know who she was and was worried she wouldn’t know who he was. Steven still has no appreciable relationship with Opal. Just with Pearl and Amethyst.

Garnet is a perma-Fusion and she isn’t going to spend much of her life unfused. It’s what she wants and it’s what Sapphire and Ruby want. Steven obviously wants to understand them, and he has more of a relationship with them than with Opal, but I doubt Garnet wants him to get too used to it. She’s the permanent fixture there. She’s going to stay Garnet. And she wanted Steven to love that she is Garnet without feeling a weird sense of loss over the idea that her presence prevents him from seeing Ruby or Sapphire.

But during Season One, Garnet found that presenting herself like a single Gem means keeping a secret and not opening up much at all. 

She became more demonstrative after the reveal because she COULD be–and someone she loves so much has crossed the threshold where he could have judged her or been upset, and he WASN’T. You could see she felt guilty, but also so relieved. 

She is free to talk about it now, to show him who she is, to help him understand his own fusion capabilities and fusion identity when he’s part of Stevonnie or Smoky, and for once, she gets to be the mentor to someone about something so sacred to her.

There is more to Garnet than being a Fusion–much more. She has a personality. She has strengths, and interests, and fears, and quirks both adorable and troubling. The show does continue to explore those, and I think sometimes people forget about it when this show focuses on her relationships. 

In “Reformed,” Garnet explored her influence as a leader and what “being too hard on” Amethyst inspired in her; it was an Amethyst episode, but Garnet learned too, and it wasn’t “about” her being a Fusion. 

When she was frozen in horror under the Kindergarten when she met the fusion experiments, of course this related to fusion and was particularly upsetting to her because it’s a perversion of her identity, but she also explored her feelings of guilt and grief, and discussed the importance of consent with Steven. 

And the consent issue came up again with Sardonyx, which again, though it focused on fusion, it was not exclusively about Garnet being a Fusion. It was about trust with Pearl, betrayal, and again, the important heaviness of being the leader, being the one everyone looks to for what to do–even when she’s falling apart, she has to be the example. “Always the bigger Gem,” indeed. Interesting how in that case, her Fusion status made her more vulnerable to taking that betrayal so much more personally.

Since then, yes, we’ve seen a LOT of fusion-centric stuff about her. Peridot’s Very Special Episode with Garnet was about understanding fusion, but also about understanding GARNET. As is necessary with understanding Garnet, seeing her as a Fusion is an important part of understanding her as a whole. It’s not the only thing to understand, but it is FUNDAMENTAL. 

The episode “The Answer” was the story of her relationship and how she became herself, but it was also about her being literally unmasked for an entire episode, coming forward to tell Steven an important foundation of her character, having the chance finally to reveal personal information to him NOT under duress, in a way she chose and planned and had complete control of. And then having Steven appreciate and accept THAT. Not in a terrible situation when they’d been kidnapped and Ruby and Sapphire were wrenched apart and revealed to him in such a traumatic way. This time, it’s HER way. Garnet got to do that, and got to include him, on her terms.

“Monster Reunion” had important Garnet stuff in it–it wasn’t a Garnet-centric episode, but it involved Garnet first denying Steven’s request to help Centipeetle, and then giving in, and then acknowledging that letting him follow his heart had been a good decision. 

In the “Bismuth” episode, Bismuth kept bringing up Garnet’s being a Fusion as a sort of breaking-your-balls kind of ribbing, but at the point when they’d known each other, that was a new thing, something she was probably actively trying to develop pride in, just like Pearl and her pride in belonging to no one. 

“Mindful Education” wasn’t just about fusion training or learning to cultivate balance; it was also about mindfulness meditation in general, and though it focused on how being out of sync is particularly confusing and lethal for Fusions, it had very good lessons about handling trauma and reminding yourself where you are, which can be generalized for Steven and Connie even when they’re not Stevonnie.

“Three Gems and a Baby” did sort of oversimplify each of the Gems’ misunderstandings of what Steven might be–Amethyst trying to see the glow as evidence of shapeshifting, Pearl trying to see the glow as evidence that Rose is operating by known Gem logic and is trapped but not gone, Garnet trying to see the glow as evidence that Steven is a complex Fusion with human organic material and is trying to unfuse. 

I’m not sure exactly what Garnet was thinking was going to happen if she was right and he unfused into two beings, but she evidently STILL thinks of Steven as a type of love Fusion if you assume Guide to the Crystal Gems is accurate. It’s pretty typical to draw common ground between yourself and someone you want to understand or be closer to. And if you think about it, this episode also showed that Garnet, despite her attempts to be a calm voice of reason, REALLY MISSES ROSE and was showing how desperate she was to see her again. Yes, she focused on fusion, but it was something larger in context–just like she is.

And then “Steven’s Dream” happened, which involved some pretty heavy stuff between Garnet and Steven. She withheld the truth, she didn’t know how to make him stay out of danger, she felt powerless and helpless to stop him because she still has so much fear of the Diamonds and what they can so easily take away from her and her planet and her friends. She gets a lot of criticism over this episode because she fumbled SO epically when almost all of us can think of something we could have said to stop Steven from going to Korea if we’d been partial to Garnet’s visions. But that was an episode about their relationship, her shortcomings, her WEAKNESSES, and both of the times she expressed her helplessness, she took her visor off like she always does in super sincere moments. 

This whole dynamic was very important, and though it did lead to a plot line that made her unfusing necessary, I think a lot of people overlook “Steven’s Dream” as a significant Garnet episode. It is. Garnet screwed up and it had nothing to do with her being a Fusion and it had everything to do with how she can fall to pieces in other ways if she’s made to face her fears–to even consider being face to face with Blue Diamond.

“Room for Ruby” had a couple Garnet moments too; it opened and closed with Steven interacting with Garnet, and though not much went on, it seemed like she is still trying to figure out how much to put in Steven’s hands … 

And I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s wondering when and if and to what extent Steven can share the burden or take over as leader, like his mother. Because I don’t think Garnet particularly likes leading the team. She does it because she can handle it, but she’s not always the best strategist. She can be emotional in ways that make her short-sighted, and that’s when–like Ruby–she punches first and asks questions later, and–like Sapphire–she puts on a mask and pretends everything is very fine and no one needs to worry. Garnet struggling with this, and with being wrong, and with her role on the team, is sort of subtle compared to Fusion-related material, but it’s very much there.

I am in agreement with some of the folks who would like to see some straight-up individual character development for Garnet when she’s not talking about fusion or focusing on being a Fusion or educating someone about fusion. I’d like to know more about her hobbies–what would she do with a day if she had one all to herself without worrying about capturing Gems or leading missions? I’d like to know more about her funny little competitive nature. I’d like to see more of those quirky behaviors come up, where she does something unexplainable because she’s just kind of a weirdo (you know, like putting Steven on her head and walking away, or drawing a picture of herself when everyone else is drawing suspect sketches, or jumping out of the van instead of telling Greg to turn the music off).

But I think it’s unrealistic to expect Garnet to be much more expressive than she is now, because she just isn’t that demonstrative and THAT is part of who she is. 

She’s a pressure cooker. She keeps things inside and she resolves them internally–which is probably partially a consequence of being a conversation. Sometimes, like a pressure cooker, she can explode, and you’re going to see her truth in those moments and in a few quiet moments when she chooses to tell a story. 

You’re not going to see the kinds of feelings and spoken desires you get from Steven, Amethyst, or Pearl (who all also have very different ways of expressing themselves, but at least tend to DO SO in more overt ways than Garnet does). If they kept journals: Steven would have a sketch diary and would make an effort to end even his sad entries on a happy note. Amethyst would make fun of everything and occasionally write an angry rant. Pearl would write sad poetry and shopping lists and occasional heartfelt observations. I think Garnet wouldn’t keep one. She doesn’t seem to feel comfortable with words taking her feelings up for her, and she guards what she feels closely. The fact that she doesn’t tell us things actually tells us things.

I don’t think it’s lazy writing or turning her into a one-note character to have Garnet frequently putting her life in context through the lens of Fusion. 

Fusion is the reason she exists and it is, to be quite literal, who and what she is. It was a radical act that she pioneered, and it must have been amazing to become someone who could define her own life instead of going along with her ingrained Ruby or Sapphire programming. Garnet was more an individual than either of them could have been at that time in their lives, even if that sounds like a contradiction. She’s still creating that person, and still conceiving it as a radical, beautiful act just to be herself. That’s why she’s so great.

I don’t want the show to stop exploring what that means to her, and what that means to everyone around her. I’m not tired of it. I think her character can find new things to talk about, sometimes incorporating information and experience surrounding fusion, and sometimes having it be irrelevant or tangential. But just like those of us who, for example, live with a marginalized sexual identity, something that fundamental to who you are and that different from most people you know always seems to come back into relevance, sometimes when you’re not even steering the conversation. 

I think some of you will know what I’m talking about when I say it does just always seem to come up, because it’s an interesting thing about you that people who aren’t like you can’t fully understand, and sometimes you want to tell everyone all the things and sometimes you just really want them to leave you alone. But it’s definitely part of your truth, and it’s something you want people to understand about you and accept about you, and you might feel a little like you’re lying if you haven’t told someone or you just let them think that important thing is not there. 

Garnet’s identity is a lot like that in some ways–there’s no “Jailbreak” episode where you come out once and then you don’t ever have to do it again. Garnet keeps having to demonstrate and identify what is different about her, and it continues to be very, very relevant in her life, affecting her relationships and the way she sees the world, how she looks, what her comfort with herself is, what abilities she has, what people think of her. It’s everything. And that fact doesn’t make her lesser, nor does it oversimplify her.

I don’t know what direction the writers will take us with Garnet, but I trust that it will be something I want to know. I find her really interesting and for many reasons very personally relatable. If there’s still more to hear about fusion from her, I want to hear it all. If there’s less related stuff, I want that too. 

Pearl’s been struggling toward defining herself separately from others, separately from her grief over Rose. She’s making progress. Amethyst’s been struggling toward building self-esteem and understanding her place in the world. She’s making progress. Some people say Garnet stopped being interesting once she threw out her big revelation in “Jailbreak” and then didn’t evolve from there. 

I want to know what show they’re watching. 

There’s been so much with her, and I’m not going to say she doesn’t struggle, but unlike the others, Garnet’s struggles aren’t about making peace with HERSELF. She probably did have that struggle when she was new, but she knows who she is now, and that she’d rather be herself than anything she was designed to be. When you have a stable self-identity and step onto that pedestal as a mentor, you can end up giving more than getting in these kinds of stories, but HER struggles seem to be with how much she can give to others without compromising herself. 

She’s not self-destructive like Amethyst was, or self-sacrificing like Pearl was. But she gets punished a lot for coming out of her shell, and I think her story is largely going to be about letting others in and dealing with what it means to reach out. Garnet does seem to want connection, and I mean that as an individual. She treasures her relationships with the others, and sometimes despite her being kind of a dork with words she honestly knows the right thing to say.

To sum up, if you think Garnet’s become a one-note character, I encourage you to listen for the subtler harmonies. She’s got a really interesting duality, both subtle and blunt, and I’m here for all of it–including when it seems to contradict itself. Who isn’t a contradiction sometimes? What she’s taught us about her identity is really complex and weirdly relatable for something so alien to humans. I think it deserves at least as much attention as it’s getting.

I still agree with the people who don’t want fusion to be the center of every story about her, but I think they’re wrong if they believe that’s how it is right now. Or rather, that it’s ALL she is, or that what they’re showing us is simple and uncomplicated enough to be unworthy of further exploration. It’s just that SHE is the center of every story about her, and she is a Fusion, so that affects everything she sees and does. 

We should expect it to.

Violinist

Summary: When you leave a wedding party intending to go home and drown in loneliness, Bucky Barnes changes your plans. 
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word counting: 1.2k
Warnings: Alternative Universe, Bucky is a Lawyer. Fluff. 

Originally posted by chaneltheavenger

“And we’re done.” Joshua said, looking at the small group you were with, and you gave the newlywed couple a glance while cleaning your violin.

Even though you were invited, you didn’t plan to stay for the party. It was too tiring.

Four years. Four years playing at weddings around the whole US with the same group of people, that was your life. A known violinist, the favourite of many, and so lonely.

At your side, Josh was eagerly talking to Danny and Erin. He played the Cello, like Josh himself, and Erin was a violinist. The two of them were a couple - a beautiful couple - and the two men were as close as brothers. You, on the other hand, was too shy to interrupt them, even after fours years together and wasn’t that close. You were the black sheep of the group.

Weddings made you sad. It wasn’t for mean reasons, but because of your love life - or the lack of it, actually. You were single. Honestly, you were the most single person in the whole world. In your mid to late twenties, you’ve never had more than some hookups. You’ve never been loved and was probably bound to be alone forever.

Maybe you should consider adopting a cat.

“You’re going home already?” Erin looked at you.

Maybe two of them. Or three.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling that good.” You dismissed her. “Do you have a ride back home?”

“Yeah, my brother brought my car.” Danny affirmed. “Are you okay? I can drive you home if you’re feeling too bad.”

“I’m just tired.” You lied.

He nodded, and you finished organising your stuff before walking to your car, putting them in the backseat just to realise you’ve forgotten your purse inside.

You sighed before walking back there, the high heels decorating your feet making every step a torture.

You were ready to go after doing it and were just a few steps from your car when your body crashed into another, much taller and stronger than yours, making a face when whatever drink he had in hand spilt all over you.

“Oh my God.” The man exclaimed, surprised.

You looked up at him. Oh, he was strong. He was huge. With relatively long hair and blue eyes, he was also adorable and very handsome.

“I’m so sorry.” He blushed. “I swear I didn’t see you. I’m so sorry. I’m gonna have it cleaned for you, I swear.”

You looked at your dress and took a breath, inhaling the smell of wine.

“At least it is white wine.” You looked at him. “You’d own me a new dress is it was red wine.”

The man opened a surprised smile, still embarrassed with what he had caused.

“Here.” He pulled a card from his pocket. “Here is my number.”

You looked down at his hand, taking it and reading the simple card.

“James Barnes.” You looked at him. “Lawyer..”

“Yes..” He confirmed. “And you are the violinist.”

“Y/N.” You corrected him.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He smiled. “I must say, you are amazing.”

You blushed. No one had ever approached you to say that.

“I could see the passion in your eyes.” He affirmed. “It was beautiful.”

“Thanks, James.” You blushed.

“Call me Bucky.” He corrected you.

“Thanks, Bucky.” You smiled at him.

He smiled openly, and you noticed how he had dimples on his cheek.

“You were leaving?” He asked.

Bucky nodded and scratched his chin for a moment.

“Maybe this is rushed because we don’t know each other.” He said, embarrassed. “But I think I have somewhere you would like to go.”

“Oh.” You exclaimed, surprised.

You pondered. He was a stranger, but what did you have to lose? Your day was already bad, it couldn’t get worse.

“Have you ever been in a Karaoke?”

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anonymous asked:

can you please do scenarios/headcanons where MC joins RFA like original, but MC is cousin of RFA + V + Saeran + Vanderwood? BUT for Choi brothers, MC is their father's married wife's daughter which makes MC a half-sister to Choi brothers. this is obviously not a romance scenarios/headcanons. thank you!

This one was fun! We changed some of them slightly (making MC the sister instead of a cousin), so we hope you don’t mind! Spoilers for the secret ends for Seven’s, Saeran’s, and Vanderwood’s scenarios. 



Zen:

  • He thought your name looked familiar in the chatroom
  • You also thought his picture looked familiar, but you weren’t sure
  • A few chats later, you guys exchange stories and find out you are cousins
  • You two were really close when you were kids, but he ran away and things changed
  • After this realization, you two start bantering like no time had passed and get close again
  • He doesn’t have his brother or parents anymore, so he practically adopts you as his little sister
  • When he found out about the bomb in the apartment, he goes even more ballistic than usual
  • Even after it’s resolved, he doesn’t like you staying in Rika’s apartment
  • He has the extra room, so you just move in with him
  • Life is going great…until he realizes you and Jumin have been in chatrooms a lot
  • “What? Do you like him or something?” he scoffs
  • “Yeah…kinda.”
  • Aw heck no he tries to dissuade you real quick
  • Whenever Jumin is in the chatroom, Zen purposely picks a fight
  • If Jumin gets really friendly with you, Zen tries to call you out of the messenger to do something else
  • But of course, you pick up what he’s trying to do
  • Knowing he can’t really fight it, he reluctantly agrees, but constantly fights with Jumin anyway
  • You actually find it amusing and endearing

Yoosung:

  • He recognizes your name right away
  • You recognize him too, but you haven’t talked to him in a long while
  • He was usually close with Rika, and you and Rika didn’t get along too well, so you never got close
  • At first he’s excited to have you in the RFA…until you start nagging him about his gaming habits
  • After awhile, he finds that he’s logging in more just to talk
  • You and him end up having late night conversations about what happened in the family
  • You help him deal with Rika’s death by sharing memories with him
  • You guys get really close over time
  • Which really annoys the others because you have SO MANY inside jokes
  • And if you’re not doing that, you’re just getting into silly arguments
  • In the mornings, you send each other photos of what you cooked
  • Sometimes you’ll exchange recipes
  • After you joined the RFA, Yoosung feels so much at peace because he’s reminded what a blessing family is…even when they point out your bad habits and help you grow up a little

Jaehee:

  • You two recognized each other at once
  • She was very confused how you got dragged into this
  • In reality she was just shocked to see you, as you hadn’t seen each other since before she left for college
  • At first, the RFA doesn’t believe you’re related
  • You like to joke around a lot and tease her, and she’s…well, she’s Jaehee
  • They think you’re all chill until one of them messes with Jaehee
  • You’re super protective of her, because she was actually your role model growing up
  • Despite being on the Jaehee Defense Squad, you’re really good with the other members too
  • You somehow manage to persuade Jumin to lessen her load without causing any problems between her and her boss
  • You also help her open up to the other members too, by dragging her out to meet them and hang out
  • You help her blossom into who she really is, and encourage her to pursue her dreams
  • When she opens up the cafe and asks you to partner with her, you cry

Jumin:

  • Of course he recognized you right away
  • You’re his little sister
  • Only he hasn’t seen you in ages because you lived in another town for so long
  • He makes sure he logs in the chat often to make sure you’re comfortable with everything
  • It confuses the other members because he’s so kind and loving towards you
  • They’re not used with seeing this side of Jumin
  • But just because you’re his soft spot doesn’t mean he won’t scold you from time to time
  • In fact, you hate when he turns on his big brother mode in front of everyone
  • He doesn’t mind you staying at Rika’s since he understands you might want the independence
  • But, he will make sure you visit him at least once a week to catch up
  • He really doesn’t want to lose touch again
  • As time passes, he notices you’re getting a little too friendly with Zen
  • He’ll call you out right in the chatroom, which embarrasses you, but doesn’t stop you from your feelings
  • He can see you really like Zen and vice versa
  • He doesn’t like it he actually hates it but he won’t overstep his boundaries
  • Doesn’t mean he’s not petty as heck
  • When you and Zen start dating, he sends Zen a congratulatory basket…full of cat food and cat related trinkets
  • On a completely “unrelated” note, he gets you a kitten
  • “Oh, Zen can’t visit your house anymore? What a shame. I suppose you’ll have to meet in a completely public area with lots of people.”

Seven:

  • He finds out who your parents are during the background check
  • When he sees you’re the prime minister’s daughter, he’s against you joining
  • Still, V insists that everything would be fine, so he begrudgingly agrees
  • You notice he avoids a lot in the chatroom though
  • And when he is there, he’s very cold towards you unlike with the other members
  • Then one night, he finds a chatroom where you were venting alone about your mother and how she puts way too much pressure on you and never grants you any form of encouragement or affection
  • You also talk about your dad…his dad…and what a kind person he is
  • He always suspected his own mother twisting things for her benefit, but you only confirmed it
  • He finds his curiosity growing and starts warming up to you a little
  • When you continue to accept him while at Rika’s apartment, he spills about how you’re related
  • He thinks it’ll turn you away, but you just go on about how you want to save Saeran
  • He’s so touched and secretly commits his loyalty to you as a brother
  • When Saeran is finally rescued, you wish you could stay with them, but you can’t because of the whole family situation
  • You manage to convince him to have a secret reunion with your father
  • It isn’t in the public eye, and it’s barely for an hour, but it’s the closure he needed
  • He considers you such a blessing in his life

Saeran:

  • He knew exactly who you were when he sent you as bait for the RFA
  • The reason he had sent you was partially to get revenge on his father
  • But he never expected things to go as they did
  • He didn’t expect you to come back for him at Mint Eye
  • Seeing how much you cared for him was one of the things that helped him find purpose in life again
  • He appreciated that you were a little tougher on him than Saeyoung was during the recovery process
  • He always sought your advice and found you were a great listener
  • He wasn’t accustomed to having family who could actually be there for him
  • To have a younger sister–even if you were only a half-sister–meant so much to him
  • He was super protective of you though
  • If Saeyoung teased you a little too much, he jumped on his case
  • That didn’t mean he didn’t tease you from time to time though
  • He loved your little banters as you seemed to be the only one to get his sometimes corny or morose humor
  • He often asked about your father but he never showed interest in meeting him
  • You even offered to set up a reunion like with Saeyoung, but he refused
  • He wasn’t ready for that, and he wasn’t sure when he would be
  • But he was so glad he had you at least

V:

  • When he gets the notification about someone entering the chatroom, he‘s surprised
  • When he finds out that someone is you, a cousin he’s very close to, he has difficulty keeping his composure
  • He’s so conflicted because he knows Rika is behind it
  • He’s scared saying something would only put you in danger
  • So, he logs into the chatroom often because he’s so worried something might happen to you
  • When you find out about the bomb, he calls you right away apologizing
  • He even visits you once Seven deems it safe
  • You two have a disagreement, obviously, but you know how self-sacrificing he can be
  • So in the end, you work it out
  • He stays at the apartment for the next few days to help with the party
  • It’s kind of like the old days, and you even do stupid things you used to do as kids
  • He hasn’t felt so light hearted in such a long time
  • After the party, he tries to be more involved in your life since he seemed to disappear after he started dating Rika
  • You two support each other

Vanderwood:

  • He heard from Seven about a new member joining the RFA
  • He doesn’t think much about it until Seven keeps slacking off
  • That’s why he offers to watch the CCTV for your safety
  • When you finally appear on the screen, he recognizes you as his little sister
  • Of course, he had to abandon you years ago when he joined the agency
  • He’s shocked and conflicted, but tries not to show it
  • It’s very hard when he can hear the whole situation about the hacker
  • He had joined the agency to keep you safe and you were in danger anyway
  • His protectiveness starts slipping up when he hears Seven talking on the phone with you and realizes the younger hacker has feelings for you
  • He cracks down on Seven ten times as much and gets mad when you seem to be returning the affection
  • Sometimes he’ll even eavesdrop on phone conversations and wait until Seven says something sweet
  • “That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Don’t say something like that to her again.”
  • Forget tasing, he almost killed Seven when he found out about the whole bomb thing
  • You’re one of the reasons he quits the agency later, when you come to rescue Saeran
  • He reveals who he is then, and you start crying and he almost cries himself though he denies it
  • He can’t do much about Seven since you seemed to have committed yourself to him
  • But he sticks around and plays the big brother role he never got to play while you were growing up to Seven’s chagrin
  • It takes a awhile to get close to him again since he’s not accustomed to opening up
  • But in the end, he softens up and you two are really close

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Best Gift Ever

I am loving this storyline, so I’m gonna write some blurbs that aren’t really blurbs, about it. I hope you enjoy. I’ve decided to name the kids, it just makes it more personal. The Daughters name is Presley, the Sons name is Raul.

She’s had this idea for two years now. She has begged you, cried to you about it. 

You just wanted to wait until she was old enough to really understand what she would be asking. It’s a huge deal, and you really wanted her to understand.

She’s 12 now, you’re baby boy now 6. 

He’s been with her for 8 years, you the same amount. 

He’s her Dad, he knows that, she knows that, you know that. 

But it was time. 

“Really?” She says dropping her fork as you tell her at dinner. 

Shawn was at a late meeting, so he could have all day tomorrow off.

“I think it would be alright, if you still wanted.” You say wiping your mouth on your napkin.

“REALLY?!?” She jumps up, scaring her younger brother.

“Why are you yelling?” Shawn asks walking in the room. 

“Sorry.” She sits down, losing her excitement to hide it from him. 

“How is my family?” He asks taking a seat next to you. He looks at Presley and quirks a brow. “How was school?” 

“No different than yesterday.” She sighs playing with her food. 

“Still bugging you?” He asks taking a bite of his pasta. 

“Yep.” She says taking a bite of her salad. You look up confused. 

“Who’s bugging you?” You ask leaning forward. 

“Oh nothing.” She says shaking her head. 

You look up at Shawn and he doesn’t look at you, just keeps eating. What is she talking about? 

“Raul? How was kindergarten?” Shawn moves to the next kid. 

“It was good, we had pudding.” He smiles. Shawn smiles too. 

“And you?” He asks looking over at you. 

“My day was just a day.” You say taking a bite of garlic bread.

“What does that mean?” He asks. He moves his hand under the table to your knee, giving it a slight squeeze. 

“It means nothing exciting happened? Other than finding out that y’all are keeping something from me.” You say pointing your fork between the two of Shawn and Presley. 

“We aren’t hiding anything.” Shawn shrugs.

“Care to tell me who’s bugging you.” You say looking at Presley. 

“Just drop it okay.” She snaps at you. You sit up in shock, you have never seen her like this before. “I told Dad, it’s all good.” She covers. 

“Okay.” You sigh dropping it, looking at Shawn. He nods and winks at you. 

*

That night, once the kids are in bed. 

After helping Presley get her gift ready for tomorrow, you lay down with Shawn. 

“Hey.” He smiles taking your hand in his.

“Hey.” You sigh.

“What’s up?” He asks pulling you closer.

“Nothing.” You sigh against him.

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Who’s bugging her?” 

“Still on this?” He chuckles.

“Shawn.” You are staring to become frustrated. 

“Babe, she talked to me about it. She didn’t want you to worry. I’ve got it under control.” He says sitting up. 

“But if it’s someone at school you gotta call…”

“I called her teacher this morning, she noticed it, gonna keep an eye out.” He says running his hand up and down your back.

“Who is it?” You ask softly.

“I don’t know, Mikayla, McKenzie. Something that starts with M.” He shrugs. 

“Is she okay?”

“Baby she’s fine. They were bugging her about her shoes I think.” He knits his eyebrows together.

“You think? Did you not pay attention.”

“I paid attention, it was about her hair. They told her she was a baby because she had it in pigtails.” 

“And she’s still wearing them?”

“Yeah, I told her that if she liked them then that they shouldn’t let her change the way she looks. They aren’t her, and if she likes them then that’s all that matters.” 

“When did she tell you about this?”

“When I was away last week, got a late night call. Thought it was you, but she was on the other line crying. Felt like my heart was ripped out of my body, I hated that I wasn’t here to hold her and make her feel better in person.” 

“When did this happen?” You ask yourself, wondering why you didn’t notice.

“She told me that Raul was sick, you were busy and she didn’t want to stress you out more than you already were.” 

“I wasn’t…”

“Don’t take it as an insult, she was worried about you. I was too, she just needed to talk and to vent, she would have done the same thing if I were here.” He said sitting up with you. 

“I know, she just used to tell me everything.”

“She will, when she’s ready. I think that this one is all better and she doesn’t need to tell you to help her fix it because it’s already fixed.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Come on, don’t be all sad. I turn 29 tomorrow.” He says smiling.

“I know, you’re so old.” You tease him.

“Hey, you will be here in just a few months.” He says nudging your shoulder.

“So what do you want to do tomorrow?”

“hmmm I don’t know, what do you have planned?”

“What?” You ask.

“Y/n, I’ve been with you for 8 years now, you always have something planned.” He chuckles.

“Okay, so breakfast with the kids. Then your family is coming over for the day, hang out. Then gifts I guess.” You shrug.

“Sounds like a great day.” 

“Good.”

*

“Daddy!” Raul said clapping.

“Shhh not yet.” Presley says picking him up. 

The three of you walk into your bedroom to see Shawn laying on his stomach. You nod at Presley and she sets Raul on the bed and he climbs over to Shawn. 

Shawn jumps when his son crawls on his back. 

“Daddy! Happy Birthday!” Raul yells clapping. You laugh as Shawn sits up rubbing his eyes. 

“Hey guys.” He smiles, still sleepy. It’s so cute.

“Hey Dad, Happy Birthday.” Presley smiles as she sits next to him. 

“Thanks baby.” He kisses the top of her head. 

You walk over with the tray of food, setting it on his lap. He looks up at you with a smile. 

“Happy Birthday.” You smile at him. 

“Thanks.” He smirks. “This looks amazing. Who cooked?” He asked looking a Raul. 

“Actually Presley made you the muffins.” You say nudging her leg. 

“Really?” He asks looking at her. She nods and takes on, ripping a piece off and taking a bite.

“It’s good, you should try one.” She laughs at his face. 

*

“Shawn let’s do gifts.” Karen calls out to Shawn and Manny. 

They were out back, watching Raul run around his playground. 

“Come on Bud, it’s time for presents.” Shawn says taking his sons hand walking to the family room. 

“Come on Dad!” Presley says excitedly as he sits down. 

“Ok ok, I’m here.” He says taking a seat. 

“Here babe.” You hand him a gift. “It’s from Raul.” 

Shawn opens the gift to find a new guitar pick, this one is one he made. 

“Raul! Did you make this?” He asks looking up in shock.

“Yeah, Mommy found this new maker thing.” 

Shawn looks up at you. 

“We call can make some, I bought the machine.” You shrug. “That’s my gift.” 

“Thanks bud! I love it.” 

“We didn’t get you a gift, but Aaliyah sent us with this.” Karen says sliding Shawn a box. 

He opened it and found a new Harry Potter coffee mug.

“Sweet, I’ll put them with the rest.” He smiles. 

“Ok, there’s one last gift, but it’s a big one.” You say looking at Presley. She smiles and gets up. She hands him a box and stands next to him. He looks up at her and then starts to open the box.

“Awe thanks honey.” He smiles as he sees a shirt that says, ‘Studied at Hogwarts’.

“There’s more.” She points at the box. 

He looks down and picks up the stack of papers. He reads the first few lines and then looks up at her. 

“Wait? Really?” He asks looking at her in disbelief. 

“It’s time its official.” She shrugs.

“Oh my god.” He stood up and hugged her. 

“Dad are you crying?” Presley asks, holding her dad. 

“I’m allowed to cry.” He says holding her close.

“Mom are you crying too?” She asks you.

“Stop this is emotional.” 

“I know.” She says.

“What is happening?” Karen asks. 

“She asked me to adopt her.” Shawn says pulling away. “You asked me to adopt you.” He says to himself, running his fingers threw his hair.

You stare at him and get a flashback to the first time she called him Dad. 

“Presley wanna know something.” You say looking at her. 

“Sure.” She smiles.

“He did this the first night you called him Dad.” 

“Oh yeah.” Shawn smiled. 

“Really?”

“Yeah he liked freaked out, but in a good way. He kept repeating it to himself. Like he was trying to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.” 

“That’s exactly what I was doing.” He nods. “That’s what I’m doing now. You just asked me to adopt you.” 

“Yeah, and you haven’t…”

“Of course, Jesus Pres, you are my daughter. Now it will be official.”

“There’s one other thing.” She said. “It kind of involves all of you.” She says looking at his parents. You look at her confused.

“Oh?” Manny said standing up. 

“I want to take your last name.” She says confidently. 

“Really?” Shawn asks excited.

“Yeah, Mom has your last name, I mean of course. You guys are married. But like, I want to be a Mendes too. I just wanted to ask you all.” 

“Oh honey, of course. You are already a Mendes.”

“It will just be official.” She smiles.

“When can we fill out the papers?” Shawn asks clapping his hands together.  

my role reversal au:

  • damian is conceived when bruce is training with ra’s 
  • he’s delivered to bruce when damian is 10 and bruce has been batman for like 5ish years
  • bruce has no idea what to do with a child but he has a squishy little face and bruce’s eyes and bruce can’t??/ turn him down??
  • so he takes damian in, and damian being damian, wants to help bruce very!! badly!!
  • so he sneaks out a lot and eventually bruce is just like “whatever if you can’t beat em join em”
  • alfred is like “masTER BRUCE!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!! HES A BABY!!!!!!”
  • and bruce is like “hes fine he was trained???? it’ll all b good”
  • and damian is named robin after a carving on the handle of his sword. also robins mean spring and bruce is hoping it’ll add to the light/dark theme
  • damian thinks robin is the WORST and a baby job but he toughs it out bc he wants to make his dad happy
  • damian’s been robin for like ??? 3 years?/ when damian starts doing teen titans stuff 

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Tidal Waves

Summary: Bucky broke your heart and then disappeared from your life without a trace. It was like he never even existed. When he suddenly comes back, you’re not sure how to respond. 

Word Count: 1,634

Warnings: swearing, angst, a lot of angst

A/N: Full disclosure - this is based on my experience with my ex. The messages are word-for-word our conversations. The last part of this story happened literally earlier today. There were a lot of emotions swirling around on my head and I needed closure. I guess this is that, or rather, it’s trying to be. This gets a bit dark, but I promise you guys I’m doing better now so please don’t worry too much about me. Today was long and emotionally draining, but I’m trying to be okay. I needed to get things onto paper, and I figured why not do it in story form? After all, writing always helps me sort things out. 


Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory


Bucky: We can’t be together anymore. This isn’t what I wanted. I’m sorry. Please don’t contact me again.

You remember the exact moment you got Bucky’s text. It had been just weeks before your two-year anniversary. Part of you knew it was coming. You sensed it as he grew more and more distant, withdrawing into himself.

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the soulmate au- part 1

hey! it’s your favourite constantly on-hiatus mod trash!!! and here i am with the most garbage au yet. there’ll be a second part (hopefully), so heads up. love you all and stay safe!

  • amelie’s first words to her are ‘va te faire foutre.’
  • or, for an english translation, fuck you. a true french romance.
  • the line-skipping girl looks at her, shocked. amelie sneers.
  • ‘quoi? you understand this, but you do not understand basic courtesy?’
  • a slow smile creeps over the girl’s face. amelie scowls at her, teeth bared.
  • ‘on the contrary.’
  • oh, fuck.
  • amelie stares at her in disbelief. ‘you have got to be kidding me.’
  • ‘hi, soulmate.’
  • ‘impossible.’ amelie growls. ‘let me see your arm.’
  • the girl shrugs, rolls up her sleeve. written in elegant, swooping handwriting are those very words. amelie hisses in disgust.
  • ‘a brit. what will papa think?’
  • ‘whoa there! i’d like to think we’re not so bad. ‘sides, you’re one to talk about courtesy when you’ve made me live with this on me chalk.’
  • amelie squints, uncomprehending. ‘quoi?’
  • ‘chalk farm. y’know, arm.’
  • ‘you are a child.’ amelie has a sudden thought. ‘quelle âge a tu? you look twelve.’
  • ‘twenty-six. ignoring the jab.’
  • ‘merde.’
  • ‘what? how old are you?’
  • ‘thirty-three.’
  • ‘christ, you’re a fucking dinosaur.’
  • amelie sighs at her. she’s panicking inwardly- this can’t be happening. not now, after gérard. ‘tu me gonfles.’
  • ‘rude. so tell me, soulmate-’
  • ‘no. listen to me.’
  • she closes her mouth and looks at her.
  • ‘we-’ amelie gestures- ‘might be soulmates, but it means nothing. nothing. don’t speak to me again.’
  • and then amelie gets in a car and drives off, tires screeching.
  • ‘well, this has been a complete shitfuck,’ the girl says cheerfully, and then walks off.
  • unfortunately, gabriel reyes can read his sister all too well. when she steps out of the car, looking pale and drawn, he sweeps her over to the side of the mansion and squints at her suspiciously.
  • ‘quoi?’
  • ‘you look weird.’
  • ‘so do you. i’m just too polite to say something about it.’
  • ‘on the contrary,’ he says with a grin, but it falters when she flinches. and then it returns full force.
  • ‘oh my god.’
  • ‘no, gabriel.’
  • ‘don’t full-name me. oh my god. you met them.’
  • ‘i’m afraid i have no idea what you’re talking about.’
  • ‘your soulmate, dummy.’
  • dummy?’
  • ‘stop changing the subject. who is it?’
  • amelie sighs, sits on a bench. ‘a brit.’
  • ‘ooh.’
  • ‘no. i told her to never speak to me again.’
  • ‘harsh.’
  • ‘necessary.’ she looks tired.
  • ‘okay.’
  • she blinks at him in surprise. ‘you’re not going to push it?’
  • ‘nah,’ he says. ‘you’ll talk to me if you’re ready.’
  • she smiles, pulls him into an affectionate half-hug. ‘merci.’
  • ‘sure.’
  • soulmates have always been a sore topic, ever since the lacroix family adopted sombra, a skittish kid with a burn scar over her tattoo, too precise to be anything but deliberate. ‘it’s hypothesised that it was an introductory sentence,’ the social worker at the orphanage had said. ‘most of these cases involve- well, let’s just say it was likely a girl’s name.’
  • not to mention the time when amelie’s fiancé gérard had found his soulmate on the night he proposed, and had broken off the engagement two weeks before the wedding with a half-hearted apology.
  • fuck him, anyways.
  • she goes inside and sips cafe au lait and tries not to think about it.
  • and this goes on for two weeks, until finally sombra confronts her in the kitchen.
  • ‘listen, hermana. i don’t know who this girl is, who said what’s written on your arm. but you know what? you should maybe stop being such a baby about it and go and find her.’
  • amelie looks at her flatly. ‘i don’t want a soulmate.’
  • ‘fine! that’s fine! but obviously it’s been fucking you up lately. i know the gérard thing was a clusterfuck, but you should consider it. and it’s your choice. but i’ve grown up not even knowing- hell, anyone could be my soulmate- and i’ve wished sometimes that i could at least know. and if it doesn’t work out, who gives a damn? you’re fine as hell, sis. catch someone else.’
  • amelie just blinks at her, and then sighs. ‘okay.’
  • ‘what?’
  • ‘i’ll give it a try.’
  • ‘hell yeah!’ gabe pops out from behind the counter
  • gabriel reyes-’
  • and so amelie tracks her down.
  • ‘lena oxton,’ gabe reads from over sombra’s shoulder. ‘and her picture- ooh, she’s cute.’
  • amelie examines her nails and fakes disinterest. ‘is she? i didn’t notice.’
  • ‘she runs an international crime syndicate.’ sombra says.
  • what?’
  • ‘joking, joking. just making sure you were paying attention.’
  • amelie shoots her the middle finger.
  • ‘and she’s in paris right now, probably. here’s her- oh my god! it has her number!’
  • ‘it’s 2 am,’ amelie warns.
  • ‘don’t be such a coward. i’m going to-’
  • no-’
  • and then the phone beeps. gabe holds it above his head, grinning, as amelie swipes for it. 
  • she picks up on the third ring, voice sleep-scratchy through the phone.
  • ‘lo?’
  • ‘bonjour.’
  • a pause. ‘please tell me this isn’t who i think it is.’
  • ‘yes. it’s me.’
  • you’re so dramatic, sombra mouths. amelie ignores her.
  • ‘um. okay?’
  • ‘i’d like to talk to you.’
  • the rustle of blankets. ‘sure. what’s up?’
  • ‘you’re my soulmate,’ amelie says bluntly. ‘and i’d like to consider pursuing an… affiliation.’
  • gabe rolls his eyes.
  • ‘hell does that mean?’
  • ‘she means,’ sombra says abruptly, and amelie sends her a panicked glare, ‘that you’re cute and she wants to hit that.’
  • ‘um…?’
  • ‘my apologies. my sister.’
  • ‘okay. this is going to sound weird- what’s your name?’
  • ‘amelie. amelie lacroix.’
  • ‘like…’ and amelie waits for her to say ‘giant corporation,’ or ‘corrupt political family, but instead: ‘the soda?’
  • quoi?’
  • sombra cackles. ‘the soda! jesus, amiga!’
  • ‘no,’ amelie says mournfully, ‘like the prime minister.’
  • ‘ah. shit.’
  • ‘pardon?’
  • ‘that explains why you’re so pretty.’
  • gabe swoons. amelie flips him off.
  • there’s the click of typing. ‘ooh. an affair in the family? corruption, scandals left and right- well, i guess that explains my words.’
  • sombra grins at that. ‘speaking of, what are those?’
  • ‘oh? these? fuck you.’
  • sombra recoils. ‘excuse me?’
  • ‘no, those are mine. except in french.’
  • ‘hold up,’ gabe pipes up. ‘your first words to your soulmate were ‘fuck you’?’
  • amelie has a headache. ‘yes or no.’
  • ‘what?’
  • ‘to the… affiliation.’
  • ‘god, you’re so awkward,’ sombra says.
  • ‘oh, that? sure.’
  • ‘ah.’
  • an awkward silence.
  • ‘well, i’ll see you. tomorrow, 9 am, near that one crêpe shop near the eiffel?’
  • ‘oui.’
  • ‘got it. cheers, love.’
  • amelie blushes fiercely. sombra lets out an ‘ooh’.
  • ‘it’s a date,’ amelie says finally, and there’s a quiet laugh.
  • ‘it’s a date.’
Baby Sparrow

Summary: The reader is on the run from the police because she is the daughter of a pirate.  What happens when she hides on the Black Pearl.

Warnings: Mention of character death, and maybe some blood, and kidnapping, that’s it…..I think

A/n: AT the begging of the story you are 15 or 16 years old. Might make this into a series  

Word Count: 3,608 words

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“GET BACK HERE!!”

Redcoats were chasing after you for a very good reason.  You were the daughter of a pirate.  Your mother had a one night stand with some drunk at a bar, nine months later in the middle of the ocean you were born.  Recently your mother was caught and hung and you were crying internally, but you had to run to escape the same fate. 

You ran past coaches and climbed ladders but you couldn’t shake them.  Now salty air began to fill your nose.  ‘The Docks!’  Developing a plan to hide in a ship could either go amazing or get you in worse trouble.  It was that or swim out to see.  Ships it was.

As you ran on the wooden planks, your eyes scanned the area.  Mostly trade ships and military boats.  That's when a massive ship falls into your line of sight.  It was black as the night sky and no one was on deck. “BINGO!" 

Urging your legs to carry you faster caused you to bump into sailors, one of them caught your attention.  His black hair was in dreads, a red cloth tied above his forehead, at his side was a sword and a pistol, to top it of a hat of a captain.  'Pirate’ ran through your head as you realized why he dressed like that.  As you rushed past him, you kicked a table of spices over which sent powder into the air making a colorful cloud of exotic smells and colors.

The threat falling behind only edged you on.  As you approached the ship you leaped over objects and skipped onto the plank of wood that let you on.  Once on board, you hid in a bushel of barrels which smelled of rum.  Now you needed to wait.

An hour had passed before you dozed off.  You dreamt of adventures you had gone on with your mother.  Looting from trade ships, pillaging small towns, and one time robbing a governor.  Each left a smile on your face. Until you were awoken.  

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Either/Or: Rosie

Prompt! Can we see Supercorp but one where Kara rescues a baby and brings them home and Lena doesn’t wanna get her hopes up about adoption because she doesn’t want Kara to have to outlive her AND a child (Pref a fluffy ending but up to you?)

“Kara, honey, are you home yet?” Lena called out as she kicked off her heels and balanced the bags of take out in her arms.

The quiet of the penthouse greeted her as she hurried toward the kitchen. As she turned on the lights, the city outside disappeared from the large windows. Their home became its own universe, with just the faintest bit of galaxy outside.

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Moments: Stardust Motel

~Life is made up of passing moments. There are laughs and tears and kisses along the way. Not everything is connected, but every moment is worth remembering~

Dean x Reader

1,590 Words

Warnings: Fluff sandwich with Angst bread. Pregnancy discussions.

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Stardust Motel - Sherwood, Oregon


Dean looked up from his spot on the motel bed when the door opened. He smiled at Y/N who rushed in, the handles of a white plastic shopping bag clutched tightly in her fist.

“Hey, Princess,” he greeted her, but she barely took notice, seemingly deep in thought and far away.

Y/N shut the door with a little too much force, causing it to slam behind her. The wind it created kicked up a mess of papers from the open case file on the table, sending them flying to the floor.

“Shit!” She threw her bag down and bent to collect the papers, frantically gathering them into a pile with shaking hands.

Dean saw her state and got up to help her. “It’s OK, babe,” he said calmly, but she looked a wreck.

Y/N tossed the messy pile of paperwork onto the tabletop and stood up without a word. She rubbed at her forehead and let out a heavy sigh.

“Everything…OK?” Dean asked, laying a hand on her shoulder.

Y/N flinched at his touch and then shook her head. “Yeah, fine.”

“Because you don’t look fine…”

“I’m fine!”

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Two Weeks Notice

His blood rushed loudly past his ears and he cleared his throat several times before finally managing to speak. ‘Two weeks?’

The firm nod from his soon-to-be-former-assistant brooked no argument.

Sherlock Holmes, self-made business mogul and genius with a knack for going through PR reps like tissue paper, was, for the first time, utterly baffled. 

‘I don’t understand.’ He stood and rounded his desk, a frown on his face, until he was standing in front of her. Molly Hooper. His assistant. His conscience. His voice of reason. The one person who, despite her diminutive stature and initial fumbling demeanor, had kept him in line and in good public standing for the better part of five years with a backbone of steel and an uncanny ability to charm even the most vicious reporter. 

She wouldn’t leave him… she couldn’t.

‘Are you no longer happy here, Miss Hooper?’

She turned her head before he could read her face, but he didn’t miss her flinch at his formal address. She took a deep breath before turning her gaze back to him. ‘I believe my services would be better utilized elsewhere.’

‘That’s not what I asked. Tell me, why are you leaving me?’

She looked down at her cherry-patterned blouse, tugged it straight, and cleared her throat. ‘Mr Holmes, the terms of my employment were clear in that, should either party be so inclined to terminate said employment, a notice of two weeks must be given. No where in the wording is it required that a reason be given.’

Sherlock cursed inwardly. ‘Miss Hoop-Molly, I thought we had developed an efficient rapport, even a friendship. If I have done something to cause you distress, please inform me so that I may rectify the situation.’ He slipped his hands into his pockets and ducked his head. ‘I have very few friends in my life and I would sincerely be loathe to lose you from my life.’

‘It is nothing you can fix, believe me,’ she replied, smiling sadly. 

Sherlock stepped toward her. ‘Molly-’

‘I’ve already begun vetting potential replacements,’ she interrupted, taking a step back. ‘Three months from now, it’ll be as if there was never any change. You’ll have forgotten all about me.’

Her smile was forced and a gnawing ache settled in Sherlock’s chest. No more chipper, bubbly smiles first thing in the morning as she brought him his coffee and handed him a folder with the relevant emails that had come through overnight. No more trying to hide his laughter in public spaces whenever she mumbled a sarcastic or morbid comment under her breath. No more watching her brilliantly smooth over his social faux-paus with a smile and perfectly-worded statements. 

No more Molly. 

‘What if I don’t want to forget you.’ His voice was dark and low. 

She replied with soft resignation. ‘We both know you excel at deleting extraneous information. And when I leave, that’s what I will become. Your work and empire will continue, your new assistant will do everything I’ve been doing for you, and nothing else in your life will change.’ 

Then with the strength he’d always admired in her, she straightened her shoulders and adopted a cool professional expression. ‘With that out of the way, I shall be off. You have a meeting with the Board in a half hour and I need to prepare the conference room.’ She turned on her heel and left the room, pausing at the door to call over her shoulder, ‘Don’t forget to wear the cufflinks Mr Haversham gave you; keeps you in his favour.’

The door clicked shut behind her with alarming finality and Sherlock fell back against his desk, stunned.

Two weeks. Two weeks and she would leave him. Why? Why was she leaving? He hadn’t offended her lately, insulted her clothing recently, or God forbid, forgotten to pay her! She had given no sign of discontentment or unhappiness working with him. If anything, she had thrived in her position, going above and beyond what he had even expected of her. 

So why would she leave?

Why would she stay?

The little voice that sounded a lot like his business partner, John, came unbidden to his mind. Sherlock froze. 

Why would she stay? If she received a better offer, he would understand that. But she gave no indication that she was looking for or taking a new position and no other company would dare even consider poaching her from him.

His legs were moving before he even thought to, propelling him across the room in record speed. He threw open the door and stormed out, sending a frightened intern scuttling after a flurry of papers she’d thrown in surprise. 

Sherlock paid the employees that parted around him like the Red Sea no mind. His singular focus was on finding his assistant and demanding a full explanation before talking her out of this irrational decision to leave him in the lurch. 

The lift was too slow and he bypassed it entirely, opting to thunder down the stairs to the ground floor. The conference room was in the center of the atrium and completely encased in glass windows that rose to the top of the three story-tall room. Transparency was the core of his business success; no underhanded dealings or hiding secrets. Made for a bumpy ride at times, but paid off in the long run. 

He straight-armed his way through the doors into the atrium; the steel doors slammed into the walls and echoed loudly in the tall room. Every head turned toward the sound and many craned their necks to watch as the C.E.O., President, and Notoriously Aloof Sherlock Holmes blew into the room with the force of a hurricane and narrowed in on the petite assistant who was speaking animatedly with the few board members who had arrived early.

He interrupted them unashamedly and furiously declared, ‘No. I refuse to accept your resignation.’

Molly looked over in surprise and a fierce blush stained her cheeks. Hastily excusing herself from the conversation, she hurried across the room. 

‘Mr Holmes, please-’

‘No, no more Mr Holmes,’ Sherlock snapped, uncaring that every ear was attuned to their discussion. ‘We have been on a first name basis for two years. We are friends, Molly. And friends don’t just quit. Not without reason.’

Molly looked around at their gaping audience and lowered her voice. ‘Sherlock, it’s…’ She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. ‘It’s complicated. Okay? You don’t understand and I get it, I do. Just… respect my decision.’ Her eyes were suspiciously bright. ‘Please.’

It was in that moment that Sherlock saw what he’d ignored for so long. The dilation of her pupils, the longing in her eyes, the soft way she would smile at him, putting aside her own personal life to help him, canceling dates at his last minute request when he needed her… the love that was woven in every word she spoke to him and every thing she did for him. 

And how deeply that love was reciprocated.

He reached out and caught her hand. ‘You’re wrong.’ He stepped closer and lifted his other hand to slip around the back of her head. Her breathing increased and her eyes widened. ‘I believe I do understand. Finally.’ 

‘Sherlock…’ The rest of her breathless words were stolen as he dipped his head and kissed her. 

Around them, the onlookers awed and cheered. Sherlock tuned them out, focusing all his attention on the woman in his arms and kicking himself for ignoring his heart for all these years.

And when John Watson, Sherlock’s business partner, arrived with the rest of the Board members minutes later, he smirked at the sight before him. A quick check to the calendar on his phone only made his smile widen. 

Seems he’d won the betting pool. 

Chapter 91 Thoughts.

aka IS THIS ATTACK ON TITAN?!?!

The moment I clicked the new chapter was the moment I had the very same thoughts. I even double checked the titles. Then the penny dropped to my mind.

So Isayama decided to make another time-skip and also a change of character views as well.

It has been almost 80 years after this:

Almost 40 years after this:

Almost 30 years after this:

Almost 20 years after this:

9 years after this:

4 years after this and other events from the first chapter of manga:

And 3 years after this:

And we are at the year 854 now.

Cool.

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The Moment You Changed Me (Single Dad/Adoptive Father AU! Chanyeol)

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Type: Slight Angst Fluff

Request: Can I request a Chanyeol single dad au that’s like 1% angst 99% fluff

~i have no idea how long the adoption process!~



Chanyeol’s life changed completely on a random late night. His life was happy and party filled, he was a free spirit and he loved getting drunk. He would partied so hard sometimes. But he kept it to the weekend. Soon he found himself in a position of responsibility.

~

“Bye bye Baekhyun” he waved with a drunk smile, he turned away from the bar and took off down an alley. It was a short cut to get closer to home. He was spaced out as he looked up at the sky, staring at the bright stars before sighing. Soon a sound caught his attention, he tripped over his feet sending him to the ground before he looked around. Another sound filled his ears as he quickly registered it as crying. An odd sight caught his eye as a box by the dumpster moved lightly. “How drunk am I?” he asked himself as he stood up and started walking over to it. His eyes widened in shock “what the-?” he asked cutting himself off. “Hey little guy” he whispered as he took off his jacket and bent down. He smiled softly as guilt crossed his face “why would someone just throw you out like garbage?” he whispered as he brought the the diaper clad boy close to him, the little one instantly clung to him as he enjoyed the feeling of warmth. “I probably smell horrible” he joked, he had spilled a whole drink onto himself just 30 minutes ago and most likely reeked. He seemed to instantly fall in love with the infant in his arms. “I got you don’t worry” he promised.

He made his way home and opened the door. “Someone left you alone in the cold. Why?” he asked as he could seem to feel himself sobering up. The little boy looked up looking at Chanyeol in wonder. “Why just a diaper? Its freezing out. Amazing your body wasn’t all blue” he then asked as he smiled at the baby. “You’re pretty handsome” he told him before he received one back. “You know since I don’t know your name, I’ll call you something” he says as he checked his diaper “all clean thats good” he then hummed as he scratched his own head.

He covered the little guy in one of his large shirts as he giggled, his body flopped in the shirt enjoying the material. “I’ll call you Nihoon for tonight” he said softly as he laid him down on his bed. ‘Nihoon’ yawned as his body sunk into the mattress comfortably. “Well sleep and then I’ll take you to the orphanage in the morning I guess” he told ‘Nihoon’ “sleep well” he hummed laying down beside him. His eyes stayed opened for a bit as he watched ‘Nihoon’ sleep soundly. He wondered where he came from and who his parents were. Did they regret throwing him out like trash? Did they understand he was a little human who needed love, warmth, and attention? Was it a sign for him to get his life together?

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“I think I should have taken you to the hospital last night” Chanyeol spoke to ‘Nihoon’ who was still sleeping “but my drunk mind didn’t think of that” he then says “should I do that instead? Maybe they can help me out” he says as he carefully gets out of bed and starts getting dressed. Another wave of guilt hit him, he did have a bond with him but he couldn’t just keep him at least not legally. He sighed as he slide a heavy jacket on and slowly picked up the boy. ‘Nihoon’ let out a whimper as he woke up looking up at Chanyeol “I’m sorry I have to take you back. I think you and I could have been a good team” he whispered as a little hand gripped his jacket as Chanyeol rubbed his back lightly to give him comfort as he took him to the hospital.

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He was even embarrassed to tell the nurses that he was drunk last night and picked up an abandoned child and took him home but he did. The nurses allowed him to do things for him because ‘Nihoon’ cried so much when he was taken away. So he got to bathe, change him, and clothe him before he was sitting down in the children’s ward of the hospital waiting for the people from the orphanage to pick little ‘Nihoon’ up even if neither of them really knew it. “Where will he go?” Chanyeol asked as he fed little 'Nihoon’ a bottle “an orphanage sadly” a nurse explained as Chanyeol frowned glancing down at him. “I call him Nihoon. Until he’s adopted he can have my last name as well” he says quickly, Park Nihoon was just so cute to him. “He’ll be adopted right? He’s too cute not to be” he says as he smiles down at the boy in his arms. “We can’t really say” she responds sadly. His brows furrowed “that’s not right” he whispered. That’s when he made his decision on what to do with himself. He gave a sweet smile to Nihoon as he rubbed the little mass of hair on top of his head.

~

Everyday for the next year or so Chanyeol visited the orphanage little Nihoon ended up in. He had changed a lot. Stopped partying and cleaned himself up a bit along with his apartment. He got rid of his game room after he was originally started filling out paperwork for adoption. Got his home set up for a visit before he could even have little Nihoon spend the night as the judgmental woman stared at him for his choice of single parenthood but in the end she improved him. Nihoon got to spend a weekend with his daddy and the two enjoyed it all. He was in love with the little guy and the woman who volunteered there was rather pretty. She was loving and sweet to every child and even taught him the basics of taking care of Nihoon. And lastly he was approved by a judge. He couldn’t wait to have Nihoon for himself.

~

He rushed into the building nearly bouncing as he was greeted by the woman sitting in a large couch there “he’s waiting for you then” she told him offering a large smile. Chanyeol stood by the staircase as he heard a familiar voice “Nihoonie looks who’s here” as his eyes lit up “daddy” Nihoon says pointing at Chanyeol. He was nearly two now and knew how much Chanyeol loved him.

He took the bag off of Nihoon’s shoulders as it was just a cute little bag Chanyeol had gotten for him as he smiled larger. “You get to stay at my house now. Are you excited?” he cooed as Nihoon nodded. A hand reached up to his cheek as a thumb wiped a tear he didn’t know he had trickling down was laying as he laughed. “Hey Y/N” he spoke as he gripped the hand you had rested to his cheek. “Thank you for caring and loving him for me when I couldn’t be here” he said as you smiled. “Don’t stop visiting now that you have him. The other kids like when you read to them” you say as he nodded. “But um” he said nervously as he took Nihoon from you.

“Would you like to join me-us for dinner now? My place” he asked as you looked at him in shock. “Oh um-” “she’d love to” the other volunteer came over, she was an older woman who treated you like a daughter so she was always trying to set you up with someone. “But I should help with dinner here” you say as she shoved you towards Chanyeol. “I got it and I can get one of the olders to help” she says “go” she says as you make a sound. “So I guess you’re free then?” he jokes as you nod. “Its only 3 so I guess you get Nihoon settle in” you say as he nodded quickly as he waved you off.

anonymous asked:

I think I has a prompt regarding Bruce and Selina: Selina is stuck taking care of someone's infant for the weekend, but she's has no idea what to do... fortunately she knows someone who has raised/cared for plenty of children.

Selina narrowed her eyes, lips pursed as she stared at the tiny human sat in a high chair in front of her. It blinked up at her with deep, round almond-shaped eyes that seemed more mesmerised by Selina’s pearl necklace than anything else, reaching out for it energetically with little grabbing motions.

‘Not for you,’ Selina told the baby, leaning forward with her arms crossed and speaking in a low, vaguely threatening whisper.

‘Selina…’ Bruce’s strained voice was tinged with practiced disapproval as he returned to the Manor kitchen with a small pot of baby food. ‘Please don’t hiss at the baby.’

‘…Why not?’

‘You might make her cry.’

Selina blinked at him and glanced at the baby, who seemed to be perfectly fine and was now distracted by its own hands. She shrugged with a non-comital huff as Bruce sat down next to her and opened the small pot. She leaned over to sniff the orange mush and made a face at it, pulling back in disgust.

Eugh. What is that?’

‘Carrots,’ Bruce responded simply, using a small, colourful plastic spoon to scoop some out and hold it out towards the baby’s mouth. ‘Babies like-’

The baby made a sound somewhere in between a squeal and a cry and immediately waved its hands around, head twisting away from the spoon. One of its hands made contact with the spoon and sent it flying, along with a spray of orange mush, into Bruce’s face.

Selina cackled, collapsing into a pile on the kitchen table as Bruce sat there in stony silence, too stunned in the apparent betrayal of the moment to say anything.

‘I’m sorry,’ Selina grinned mischievously. ‘Did you want to finish that sentence?’

‘Hrn.’

Bruce stood and left for a moment, coming back with some wet-wipes that he used to methodically clean himself, then the high chair, then the baby. The baby whined and Bruce murmured in a gentle, low tone as he wiped the baby’s mouth, the white cloth coming away in neon orange.

‘What’s your name, kiddo?’ he said, tickling under the baby’s brown, chubby little chin and eliciting a string of high-pitched giggles.

‘Elisa,’ Selina answered on behalf of the tiny person, watching Bruce with a curious look in her eyes.

‘Elisa…’ Bruce said, smiling as he tested out the name.

She had seen him with kids before, of course. Dick had only been nine when he had been taken in by Bruce, and Selina remembered how strange, but right it had been. It was as if Bruce had been born to raise Dick. As if his entire life had led to that moment in the circus when his heart fell with the Flying Graysons and then reached out to catch their son in a safety net of his own making.

And now, as she stared at him with this little baby, making airplane noises with the spoon of carrot much to her unbridled delight and joy, she couldn’t help but remember that feeling of rightness, her lips twisting with the beautiful irony of it all.

The mysterious and brooding Dark Knight of Gotham who struck fear into the hearts of criminals everywhere… was good with babies.

‘You know I have to return this one, right?’ Selina mocked gently.

‘Contrary to stipulations of the press and mass media…’ Bruce said distractedly as he fed Elisa and used the spoon to scoop the dribbles of mush up off her chin. ‘I do not keep a stack of ready-to-sign adoption papers in the Manor.’

‘Says the man who picks kids up off the street and at circuses,’ Selina quipped, unable to keep the warmth out of her voice. ‘So. The baby has been changed, fed… now what?’

‘Now, it’s nap-time.’

‘Are you sure this isn’t just an excuse for you to sleep on the job?’

‘We both resent that statement, don’t we?’ he said, making a face at Elisa as he swung her up out of the high chair and held her aloft above his head like an airplane, muscles flexing. Before Selina could ask him if he was actually referring to himself and the baby as “we,” he brought the baby down and continued. ‘Do you know how much sleep babies need?’

‘I know how little sleep bats apparently need,’ Selina replied, watching the baby as her chubby little hands patted Bruce’s stubbly chin with delighted shrieks.

‘A newborn needs approximately eight hours during the day, eight at night. By the time they’re six months, like little Elisa here, they need three hours during the day and around eleven at night.’

‘You’re a very informed babysitter.’

‘Isn’t that why you handed me a baby, said “you know what to do” and then tried to leave by the fourth-floor window?’

‘Actually, I did it mostly as a joke. And because, believe it or not, a lot of women have this thing about men holding babies.’

Bruce raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Selina with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, chin resting atop the baby’s head.

‘And is this… doing anything for you?’ he asked in a teasing whisper.

Selina’s eyes grew wide in mock horror as she let out an exaggerated gasp and put her hands over little Elisa’s ears.

‘Corrupting the baby with your foul mouth… have you no shame, Mr. Wayne?’

Bruce simply laughed.

‘I should have more,’ he said as he stood, holding the baby on his hip and reaching out for the pack of wet-wipes. Selina took a hold of his wrist, stopping him.

‘I’ll clean up, Bruce. Go ahead and take the baby up and I’ll join you once I’m done.’

She wasn’t sure he heard her at first, momentarily distracted by Elisa’s delighted peals of laughter and prodding fingers that were pulling at his mouth as if it were elastic. He screwed up his face at the baby and hefted her to his other hip.

‘Are you sure you’re not going to run away on me?’ he addressed Selina finally, wincing when Elisa caught ahold of his hair.

Selina was already daintily pulling wipes out of the packet.

‘I may not be a baby person Bruce, but I do have a sense of responsibility, believe it or not,’ she said lightly. ‘And I promised to take care of that baby, so I’m not going to leave her anywhere. Not even with you. After her nap, she’s coming with me on a heist and everything.’

‘Selina…’

She grinned, pleased that her teasing was getting under his skin as usual. ‘I’m kidding, Bruce. Go. I’ll be up soon.’

Bruce made a noise that sounded like reluctance mixed with doubt, but Elisa’s whines took priority in the moment.

‘C’mon, chum,’ he said. ‘Let’s go get you into bed, hm?’

Selina watched him leave with the baby and then sat there in the silence for a minute that drew itself out like grains of quicksand in a glass, thoughts and worries and feelings flowing through her mind in a pile.

She snapped out of her thoughts with a small sniff, and gave the high-chair a quick wipe-down. Then she started a cup of coffee.

By the time she made it upstairs, tiptoeing down the hallway to Bruce’s room, it had been an hour. Cautiously, she opened the door and poked her head in, squinting into the dim, curtained heaviness of late afternoon.

The baby lay on Bruce’s chest, supported by one of Bruce’s hands; its small body rising and falling as he breathed. Both were fast asleep.

Selina smiled fondly and walked over to the bed, carefully climbing onto it and holding her breath as she looked down at them. Playfully, she poked the baby’s soft cheek before leaning over to place a kiss on Bruce’s forehead, and then snuggled up beside him.

The words stuck themselves to the back of her throat, refusing to disappear no matter how many times she tried to swallow them down. They pressed forward against her tongue, bitter and sharp, the worry that had been with her ever since that first little Robin had swooped down and entered Bruce’s life.

I can’t give him what he wants.

She knew it was stupid, deep down. She knew that Bruce was going to tell her that it was stupid, that he loved her and didn’t believe in the antiquated, false idea that women weren’t women unless they had a baby. That he already had plenty of kids and was more looking forward to being a grandfather than a father to yet another child.

She knew it was stupid. But she also knew she had to hear the words come from his mouth to really believe them. 

So she took in a long, shaky breath.  

‘I’m not a baby-person, Bruce,’ she whispered, her voice quiet, almost childish as it wavered in suspended fear. ‘Is that terrible? Does that make me a bad person?’

She was met at first with silence. Then Bruce stirred, his free hand taking a hold of Selina’s, intertwining fingers, and giving it a firm squeeze.

‘No,’ he responded groggily from the depths of sleep. ‘No, it doesn’t.’

Selina bit her lip, burying her face into Bruce’s arm.

‘I love you, Bat,’ she mumbled into it.

‘I love you, Cat.’