we had a baby!!!

A Fever (Jooheon)

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

Type: Fluff

Request: Jooheon as a dad scenario?

Jooheon scenario where he has the baby fever & wants at least 4 kids? 😂

“Is that yummy? Hm? Did daddy do good?” he cooed to his tiny 4 month old “did daddy do good Woondo?” the boy was sucking happily on his bottle that Jooheon made for the first time completely alone. “Mommy taught me good?” he continued in his high voice. Woondo smiled behind his bottle “daddy” another voice says as he turned “ah Minhee did you have a good bath?” he asked as his daughter rushed over and climbed onto the couch beside him. 

Jooheon had sent you a look before he looked back down at Woondo “isn’t your brother cute?” he asked Minhee who nodded. “Wouldn’t it be great if we had another baby?” he asked in a whisper tone even though it really wasn’t quiet. “Jooheon” you say as he looks up at you “we talked about this last night” you tell him as he sighed. Recently Hyungwon welcomed his daughter and each time a member had a baby he wanted nothing more than to have another baby. When Changkyun’s family had a baby Jooheon talked you into a romantic evening and a pregnancy. Aka Woondo. 

He wanted a big family with you and you just wanted to have a breather before he got you pregnant again. You hadn’t said no but you hadn’t said yes either. 


Jooheon closed the door quietly as he climbed into bed. “So” he says as his hand lightly tickled your thigh. “If you want to you need a condom” you tell him as he groaned. “So you really don’t want another kid?” he asked as you looked away from your phone. “Jooheon how long ago did I give birth?” you asked him “4 months ago” he answered. “I want to have a breather please” you say honestly.

“I’ve had two kids in not even 3 years Jooheon” you state. “I know but-” “but nothing Jooheon. Give me a bit please. I didn’t say no. I said not right now” you tell him as he nodded. “I’m sorry I’ve been pushing it” he says. “I love you being pregnant though” he smiles “but my body doesn’t like it, at least when it doesn’t have time to bounce back” you say. “Alright” he says as he reaches over to the bedside table “we’ll do it the like we used to” he says as you smile at his large goofy grin.


supernatural out of context

idk man

A week ago you said to me: “Do you believe I’ll never be too far?
If you’re lost, just look for me, you’ll find me in the region of the summer stars.”
The fact that we can say goodbye means we’ve already won,
A necessity for apologies between you and me, baby, there is none.
We had some good times, didn’t we?
We had some good tricks up our sleeves.
Goodbyes are bittersweet, but it’s not the end:
I’ll see your face again.

Rest in peace, Robin Twist. All the love.

I tell you so many things in my head-
I practice telling you the things I only know how to say in dreams. I practice as if I could build up the courage as if I could put it out there in the atmosphere and then I drop it like throwing a stone back into the ocean like losing all my liquid courage like I don’t know where it belongs or if it even fits into your heart at this point in time

Maybe I should just keep it mine

It’s all a little too much to think that you got scared cause you knew we could’ve fallen in love but god we could’ve fallen in love we could’ve- we could’ve had blood orange we could’ve had that sun on Sunday mornings we could’ve had hey baby meet me outside on the sidewalk it’s a gorgeous fucking morning to eat strawberries and talk till we feel more in love with one another or till the sky turns its darkest color

I want the real red love, you know? I want to catch the pink painted streaks across your cheeks I want your Tuesday night thunderstorms and your Thursday nights where you watch your shitty TV and I’ll thank god we fell in love somewhere before sunscreen

—  You can’t end something that never started

And thus the theories about how Ging had empregnanted himself with Gon were born

Abracadabra! You're pulling the rabbit out of where?!?!

Not really a fuck anybody but a positive story that I really wanted to share with you all. It’s a bit long but worth it. TLDR at the end.

I have 2 rabbits. I was told they were both female. They are not. Now I have 11 baby rabbits. One of the babies is quite a bit smaller than the others and he had squirmed out of the nest so he was really cold and stiff when I checked on him this morning. I was running late for work so I grabbed him and tucked him inside my bra to try and warm him up and then I forgot about him.

I got to work and was talking to my manager when all of a sudden the rabbit woke up. He stopped mid sentence and said “Did your boobs just squeak?” And he just looked so alarmed it was hilarious. So I explained why I had a squeaky baby rabbit stuffed down my shirt and then he called all of my coworkers over to come see the baby and we all had a good laugh.

He said that I could keep the baby with me while I was on register so I bought some kitten formula and a dropper and fed it whenever it got noisy. Animals are allowed in the store so nobody minded.

All day long customers would see my shirt randomly squirm and I’d show them the baby and they’d laugh. One guy saw me pat my boobs and say “Calm down I just fed you, you’re fine.” And he just looked so confused. 😂😂My manager said that if it survives it can be our unofficial store mascot and come to work with me everyday. It was pretty much my best shift ever.

TLDR: I freaked a bunch of people out with my boob rabbit. 🐰🐰

Shortly after the overdose, Bob decided to tell Jack the story of why he really got put in the Stanley Cup as a baby.  It was Bob’s way of thanking the cup.

“After I won my first cup,” he told Jack, “I realized I’d achieved my dream, and I had married this amazing woman, but something still felt like it was missing.  I wanted to be a father.”  He told Jack how he and Alicia had tried to have a baby, but it just wasn’t happening.  As the months dragged on with more of the same, they started to get worried.  

“And even when you were worrying you’d never truly be happy you managed to win the cup again, yeah?  That’s the moral of the story?” Jack snapped.  Bob shook his head, reached out to run a hand over Jack’s back, like he could smooth down his son’s frayed nerves.  

“Non, non, non, that would be a terrible moral.  Actually my stats were worse that year than when I was a rookie.  But my team was incredible, and we made it to the cup again.  And here’s where the story gets good, you see, because I’d heard all kinds of wild legends through the league about ‘cup magic’ and how sometimes it would grant wishes”

“Or turn you into a fucking penguin,” Jack scoffed.

“Well I was playing for the Canadiens at the time, so I suppose there wasn’t much risk involved, but there was a whole lot of desperate hope.So on my cup day, after everyone else left, I sat down and had a chat with it,” he gestures to the table they’re sitting at.  “Right at this kitchen table.”

“Please tell me that’s the only part of this story that happened at this table,” Jack groaned.  Bob laughed.

This story, yes.”

“Papaaaa,”  Jack picked up his bowl of cereal and pointedly continued eating without letting his food touch the table.

“Oh for God’s sake, Jack, this table has been cleaned many times since, put your food down for a bit, I’m trying to have a moment with you here.”

“Alright, alright, fine.”  Jack obediently set the bowl aside and faced his father.

“As I was saying…” Bob cleared his throat.  “I talked to the cup.  I told it I didn’t care if I ever won it again.  All I wanted was a son.  If it would give me that, I promised, I wouldn’t ask to win so much as a faceoff for the rest of my life.  And I promised that I would love my son - that I would love you - unconditionally, more than anything in the world.”

“And you won a fuckton more awards anyway.”

“But,” Bob countered, “I didn’t win the cup again until after you were born when I was with the Pens.  And so when your mother brought you onto the ice to see me, I wanted us to put you in the cup, but it wasn’t supposed to pass along some kind of hockey magic and ensure the Zimmermann dynasty or whatever the fuck ESPN likes to say, alright?  We did it as a thank you.  We wanted the cup to see what a beautiful baby we had, and to feel how incredibly loved you were.”  Bob ran a hand over Jack’s newly-cropped hair, feeling the strands against his palm, almost as soft as when he used to sit next to Bob in his high chair smashing banana all over the tray.  “I kept my promise too,”  Bob said.  “I love you.  Unconditionally.  More than anything in the world.  And your mother and I just want to help you be happy, whatever that looks like.”  He smiled warmly at his son, letting all the pride he usually kept a lid on to keep from embarrassing Jack bubble up to the surface.  Jack looked down at his hands.

“How can you not be disappointed?  Look at me.”  Jack’s shoulders hunched in, shrinking him down, and Bob pressed his hand between Jack’s shoulder blades, rubbing circles in the way that always used to put him right to sleep as a child.

“I will always be proud of you, hockey or no.  Because you know what?”  Jack chanced a glance up at his father’s face and was held by his earnest expression.  “Winning the Stanley Cup isn’t even in my top hundred favorite memories anymore.  All of my best memories are with you and your mother.”  Jack didn’t say anything in response, and Bob was learning when to give him space to process, so he stood up, bending back down to kiss his son’s forehead as he snagged the now-soggy bowl of raisin bran from in front of him.

It took a few days for Bob to get a real response from Jack, and in the meantime he just left everything to percolate.  And then one night, Bob just couldn’t seem to fall asleep.  His knee wasn’t quite hurting, but it was on that edge where it just didn’t feel settled, and Alicia had been snoring, and at the back of his head he could feel some kind of humming, like he could feel the tense air in Jack’s room.  He’d gotten himself all worked up mulling that last one over until he had to get out of bed.  He stood in front of Jack’s bedroom door, looking at the light peeking out from below the doorjamb for minutes, listening to the sounds of floorboards creaking occasionally, pages rustling, a keyboard clacking.  After he’d gotten enough of the sounds of Jack just existing on the other side of the door to calm his racing heart, he went to the living room.  

He settled into the couch with a box of crackers and a nature documentary when he heard footsteps creaking on the stairs.  At first, he was expecting Alicia coming to call him back to bed, but the footfalls were too loud for her.  Bob tried not to look surprised when Jack rounded the corner, keeping his eyes carefully trained on Animal Planet.  He held up the crackers in greeting.

“Joining your old man for a midnight snack, eh?”

“Oh.  Um, sure.”  Jack padded over to the couch and made himself comfortable next to Bob, pulling down the afghan from the back of the sofa.  They stare at the TV in silence for a long while before Jack speaks up again, quietly.  “Papa?”


“So…what exactly was better than winning the cup?”

I hate working at a store where baby boomers love to shop
  • Baby Boomer: Gets offended when they have to wait in a line
  • Baby Boomer: Gets offended when we don't have the item they are looking for
  • Baby Boomer: Gets offended when they have to use the internet
  • Baby Boomer: Gets offended when all the associates are too busy with other customers who was there before them and now they have to wait till someone is free
  • Baby Boomer: Gets offended when they waited at a register that no one was working at and no one showed up to help them
  • Baby Boomer: Gets offended when they have to carry things
  • Baby Boomer: Gets offended when an associate goes on break
  • Baby Boomer: Gets offended when an associate corrects them on something
  • Baby Boomer: Gets offended when we no longer had an item that they bought 30 years ago
  • Baby Boomer: Gets offended when they can't return something they bought 30 years ago
  • Baby Boomer: Gets offended when they see a non-white manager
  • Me: I don't appreciate the lack of respect you are giving me
  • Baby Boomer: Your generation is so sensitive.


# get an entire episode dedicated to them right after an unanswered proposal because of a car accident  # I asked her to marry me and a truck came out of nowhere # with one of the characters in a coma while pregnant # the two of them singing that they mean the world to each other # and the one who is almost dying singing when you’re on your own, I’ll send you a sign just so you know that I am me, the universe and you# nope, your OTP will never… 

So my college friend and her wife just had a baby, and since the wife is a rabbi, there are a lot of well-wishes in Hebrew on their Facebook announcement, and I’m just over here laughing, because the auto-translate keeps presenting ‘mazel tov’ as literally ‘good luck,’ which, out of context, seems so fucking sarcastic. 

“We just had a baby!” 

“Yeah, good luck.”