what a hit son

I just realized something

At the beginning of the lightning theif, we hear those famous first words:

“Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.
If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.”

So, I’m not entirely sure about when Percy had supposedly written this, but I imagine that these books were after everything had happened-after he had battled 2 wars, lost many friends, and literally went through hell and back.

After going through all of that, especially tartarus, he probably just wants a normal life. He just wants to be a normal kid. He’s drained to the point where a god knocks on his door and all he says is “why?”

Percy Jackson is a kind and caring character, and his fatal flaw is personal loyalty. He gives this introduction hoping to give some demigod out there a better life, he doesn’t want anyone to go through what he’s been through.

marco asensio: [touches the ball]
me: can u believe he invented touching the ball?
marco asensio: [kicks the ball]
me: can u believe he invented kicking the ball??
marco asensio: [passes the ball]
me: can u believe he invented passing the ball????
marco asensio: [takes a corner]
me: CAN U BELIEVE–

anonymous asked:

Hi~ can I request a single dad au with kihyun (ᵔᴥᵔ) I really love your blog!! ❤️

find other versions: hyungwon | wonho 

  • has a 9 month old son that he loves to pieces like to the point where he cries at the sight of the baby’s little smile and just,,,,,,tells everyone that he has never been more blessed in his life
  • the story of his sons birth has been told so many times to his friends that hyungwon once told him he could recite it word for word and that kihyun really,,,,,,,REALLY doesn’t have to tell it again
  • kihyun did. you bet he did
  • and although he didn’t expect to be a single father, kihyun has absolutely thrown himself into learning on how to be the best damn single father there ever was and ever will be 
  • im talking ‘raising a baby’ manuals everywhere, 3 am google searches on what specific noises mean, calling the pediatrician over only cough
  • he’s set out to prove that he can do this - he can raise his son all on his own 
  • and you’re not sure,,,,who kihyun is trying to prove it too. you’ve known him for a while and if anyone in the group was going to be a parent - kihyun would be your first pick
  • even though he’s got a mischievous side, sarcastic side jabs and mocking tones of voice, kihyun is naturally a caretaker 
  • who if anything resembles a nagging mother, overly worried but for all the right reasons
  • so when he became a dad, you had nothing but high hopes for him because you knew he could do it. everyone did
  • “you’re just too hard on yourself.” you told him once and kihyun had just shrugged “i should be, only the best for my kid!”
  • and to further more prove that kihyun gravitates to helping others was the fact that he let you stay with him on short notice
  • there had a been a leak in your apartment and out of everyone, kihyun had been the first to offer you room in his home
  • he’d hesitated when you came in about giving you the bed,,,,the cradle was there and he didn’t want to be far from it so you assured him - couch was fine
  • but kihyun,,,,,being kihyun,,,,,went “if he cries out, ill just come running. i shouldnt make guests sleep on the sofa.”
  • the first night was fine,,,,no crying,,,,,in the morning you got up and made kihyun breakfast, even warmed up the milk for the baby
  • all of which kihyun watched from the doorway, his son still fast asleep in his arms, with slight fascination
  • it had been so long,,,,,since someone else had done something for him
  • the second night - oh it was bad
  • there was crying every hour, every damn hour and you’d gotten up each time to help coo and rock the baby with kihyun
  • at first he’d went “im so sorry, just go to sleep and ill do this.”
  • but you weren’t about to let kihyun go through this alone. you both had work in the morning, but it didn’t even matter
  • all you could think about was helping kihyun and his son,,,that’s what mattered
  • the third, fourth, fifth night was exactly the same,,,,the fifth night you actually had off in the morning so you told kihyun he could go try to sleep a bit and you’d handle the baby
  • he had stared at you in the small light of the otherwise dark apartment and went “you’re my gue-”
  • “and you’re a father who needs to work to be able to provide, i have off in the morning so ill take this night shift.”
  • you patted his shoulder, smiling and turning to go give your undivided attention to the little one
  • when kihyun’s hand grasped your wrist and he pulled you into a hug tight against his chest
  • you were both exhausted, obvious in the bags forming under your eyes, but kihyun’s hug was still strong and felt absolutely safe
  • “thank you, so so much.”
  • he said into your hair before letting you go
  • he had long disappeared out into the living room, passing out you assumed and you were hushing the whimpering baby in your arms when you thought to yourself
  • isn’t this,,,,what married people do,,,,we’re just friends but,,,,
  • it turned out - you weren’t the only one who thought that
  • when you’d met with wonho and minhyuk on the weekend for lunch, kihyun pushing the stroller while you held the baby and let him play with your finger and hair
  • minhyuk could only whistle before going “looks like i can hear wedding bells, you two look like a whole family!”
  • wonho nodded in agreement, greeting kihyun’s son in your arms with a wave and a smile
  • kihyun looked your way and added “they’ve been staying up with me all these nights too to help”
  • you blushed a bit at his sudden confession, focusing on the baby who was staring at wonho with big eyes
  • “and they say true love is dead, but yet here it is. you guys can even skip dating, just get those rings on your fingers!”
  • minhyuk chuckled and you were sure kihyun was going to brush off his joke until he went
  • “i don’t want to skip the dating though, they deserve to get taken out for dinner before i propose or anything.”
  • turning your head you looked at kihyun with shocked eyes “wha-”
  • “he’s asking you out!” minhyuk grinned
  • kihyun nodded, asking if you were going to be free some time
  • you told him he didn’t have to take you out or anything, you were happy to help him with his son but kihyun explained that no - he wasn’t taking you out as a thank you. but as like,,,a real date,,,,
  • taking the baby from your hands, wonho went “and me and minhyuk can watch this guy while you go out”
  • kihyun snorted, “i wouldn’t trust you - we’d get a nanny-”
  • “he can come”
  • you cut in, smiling at kihyun’s son and then at kihyun
  • “it wouldn’t be a real date without him, you guys are a package deal”
  • kihyun grins “we are, do you accept both of us?”
  • “i do”
  • minhyuk claps his hands and goes “now i pronounce you man and- ow kihyun don’t hit me infront of your own son what kind of example are you setting????” 

anonymous asked:

your writing is amazing, and i was just going through it all again when I say you were doing drabbles!! Just finished rereading It's Complimentary!! I love it so much!!! For the drabbles could you do “I don’t do hugs.” and “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”. You could do it separate or together I just would like Virgil to be the focus. I can't wait to read through the drabbles you do!!! They will be awesome!!!

a/n: ahhhhh, thank you!!! <3

7. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” and 56. “I don’t do hugs.“

warnings: mentions of previous parenting issues, swearing, self-deprecating thoughts, insults, mentions of fighting

Virgil hears the creak of the porch behind him and tenses—Patton’s come looking for him. Well, whatever. What the fuck does that matter? What can he possibly say to make Virgil any unhappier than he already is? Oh, I’m disappointed in you, kiddo or now, now, I expected better from you, or—or even maybe we should call your caseworker.

Whatever. Virgil doesn’t fucking care. At least if Patton sends him back to the group home he won’t have to put up with Patton’s other foster sons anymore. (And he is so terribly, terribly sick of dealing with them—especially Roman, that fucking airhead.)

But Patton doesn’t huff, or sigh, or even speak at all. He simply sits down beside Virgil on the porch steps, a couple of juice boxes in his hand. He offers one to Virgil, who narrows his eyes and shrinks away until his shoulder is pressed hard into the porch railing and snaps, “I don’t want your fucking juice, dickhead.”

Patton should definitely shout at him for that, but he doesn’t. Instead, he sets the juice off to the side and leans back on the palms of his hands. They sit in silence for a solid five minutes, staring out at Patton’s yard as the sun sets over it—it’s scattered with foam swords and plastic shields, tiny model trains, colorful toy dinosaurs, and a pair of unsolved Rubik’s cubes. It’s a house built for a family, and every part of Virgil recoils from living here. (Except, perhaps, the foolish part that utterly and entirely craves that pure belonging.)

When the silence becomes too much for Virgil to tolerate, he scowls at Patton and says, “Are you just gonna sit here all night or what, man?”

And Patton goddamn smiles at him. It’s not his usual smile, though. It’s not sunny and warm and blisteringly bright. No. This one is softer, quieter, and—and sadder. “I want to talk, kiddo.”

Virgil rolls his eyes. “Get it over with, then.”

Patton takes a deep breath and stretches his legs out in front of him, an image of picturesque relaxation. Virgil doesn’t trust it for a second. “I’ve already spoken to Roman about what happened, but I’d like to hear your side of the story before I say anything.”

“Roman was being a fucking jerk and I got pissed and I hit him.” Virgil shrugs, but tension is a tight cord running through him. What is Patton going to do to him? He hit one of Patton’s sons—one of his real sons, one of the ones who’s been with him for years, one of the ones who isn’t—isn’t Virgil, isn’t a blemish in their perfect little family, isn’t unnecessary and unwanted.

“Roman did admit that he said some mean things to you,” Patton says, nodding slowly. “It’s okay if you were angry. It’s okay if you are angry. But Virgil—”

Oh, there is was. But Virgil, I still have to punish you. But Virgil, hitting is completely uncalled for. But Virgil, you’re a fucking violent moron and we’re giving you back.

“—hitting isn’t a healthy was of expressing that anger,” Patton finishes, and that doesn’t comfort Virgil any. “You really hurt Roman.”

Virgil’s shoulders hunch. He hadn’t thought it was that bad. He’d just socked the dumbass in the jaw when he kept yammering on and on about how fucking great he was, and how very much Virgil paled in comparison. There’d only been a little red mark.

“Not physically,” Patton continues, and that grinds Virgil’s thoughts to a halt. How the fuck else could have hurt Roman? “Physically, he’s fine, although I know being hit did hurt him for a little while. I meant emotionally. He’s feeling a lot of things right now, just like you are. I won’t betray his confidence with me, but maybe you could talk to him later—once you’ve both calmed down.”

“No way.”

Patton inclines his head but lets the subject drop. They’re quiet for a while longer, and Virgil’s fingers are starting to tremble. What the fuck are they doing here? What is Patton waiting for? What is Virgil supposed to do? Should he sit here and brood in silence like a moody brat, should he snap and insult Patton like a jerk, or should he try his hand at sucking up and try to get back into Patton’s good graces?

It’s not something he’s ever contemplated before. Usually, he couldn’t care less about where he ends up or what his foster parents think about him. They’re all temporary, anyway. Everything is temporary. (Except, of course, his constant fear and loneliness—just his luck, really.)

But Patton is different. Not by much, but by some. He talks to Virgil instead of forcing him to stand in a corner or stay in his room or—or other things. He doesn’t ruffle Virgil’s hair if he leans away, he doesn’t sigh and roll his eyes if Virgil overreacts, he doesn’t give Virgil those sad, disappointed looks when his grades aren’t as good as they should be. He’s different, and that’s new and it’s scary and at times it’s stupid, but—

Virgil grinds his teeth. But nothing. “So when are you sending me back?”

Patton glances at him, surprised. “Back?”

“Yeah. Back to the home. Keep up.”

And Patton lapses into silence again. He draws one knee up up to his chest and loops an arm around it, staring hard at the grass where it’s being ruffled by the gentle breeze. Some awful, terrified thing writhes in Virgil’s chest as he waits until finally Patton says, his voice low and quiet, “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

Virgil doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t. “Yeah, well. Big deal.”

“I don’t think they’re right, though. You’re not a bad guy, you’ve just been dealt a bad hand in life, but Virgil—Virgil, if you’ll let me, I’ll do my best to change that.”

That startles Virgil into silence for a moment, and he shoots Patton a wary look. What?

“I want to give you a good life here. I want to make this place home for you.”

“But?” Virgil says, scowling.

“But nothing.”

Virgil opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it again. What is he supposed to say? He needs to think of a witty retort, he needs to spook Patton away with his barbed tongue and bitter sarcasm, because this is all impossible and ridiculous and—

“Can I give you a hug?”

Virgil recoils. “Fuck no. I don’t do hugs.”

“Okay.” Patton nods. “How about a high five?”

“No.”

“Fist bump?”

Virgil stares at him, dumbfounded. “No?”

“Handshake?”

“Are you an idiot?”

Patton shrugs. “No, I don’t think so—and you aren’t either, Virgil. You know hitting Roman was wrong, so I don’t expect you to do it again. How about you come inside and we can talk about some better ways to express our anger, okay? The mosquitoes out here are starting to really bug me, if you know what I mean.”

Virgil rolls his eyes—Patton is really stupid, sometimes, but sometimes—

Sometimes, maybe, that’s not so terrible. At least it keeps Patton from yelling at him. Sighing, Virgil pushes himself to his feet and grabs one of the juice boxes Patton’s left sitting on the porch. (He ignores the surprised smile Patton offers him with steely determination. He doesn’t do it to make Patton happy. Why the fuck would he do that?)

The two of them step back into the house, and Virgil sips on his juice and listens to Patton ramble and make idiotic jokes and (for a brief, temporary time) finds himself okay. Not happy—he’s rarely happy—but okay, and that’s more than he used to. He can only hope that it’ll last. (It won’t, but—but he can hope, dammit.)

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Official posters are out for “The Best Hit” now that the premiere date is getting closer.
Only 10 days left to go woot woot!

the right to remain silent

Okay so I recently hit a follower and a fic milestone, and my immediate reaction was just to go, “oh, nice!” and eat some ice-cream - but then my sister, who is my conscience in human form, said, “Why on earth are you congratulating yourself? You should be doing something nice for the people who made this possible!” so in the end I went “Alright alright alright have this terrible ficlet I wrote in like 20 minutes”. Thanks for everything, guys!

“my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like “hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station” and i asked if he was cute and my dad said “Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “i want to say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard” AU based on this post . (It was supposed to be Zutara, but honestly? It’s basically Hakoda deciding to adopt Zuko)

the right to remain silent 

“Are you okay with this, or do you want me to change the station?” Hakoda says. Silence greets him, so he glances into the rear view mirror at the boy sitting behind him, who is looking back at him with anger and apprehension and uncertainty written over his face. It’s actually a pretty impressive range of emotions he’s displaying, given the fact that the kid really only has one eye.

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anonymous asked:

Has Alex and Thomas ever gotten into a really bad fight?

Yes, They have…

No one really knows how the fight got started, but everyone found Alex and Thomas in the living room yelling at one another. Thomas was screaming and cussing in French while Alex was doing the same but in Spanish. Only George knew what was going on since he understands both French and Spanish. No one knew what to do all they know is that the fight ended with Thomas called Alex a filthy bastardized whore’s son and Alex slapping  Thomas across the face with tears running down his before he ran up to his room. 

That might sound normal to some of you, but it;s not Alex and Thomas don’t ever get physical and Thomas knows better than to call Alex that since he and Lafayette are bastardized children as well. 

I think the worst thing is Thomas and Alex didn’t even come out of their rooms for a week and we’re talking about the two people who hate being late the most not leaving either of their rooms at all. Not to eat, not to go to class, nothing. All because they were so terrified of seeing one another.

after dennis leaves, mac keeps checking in on him, texting him every hour, even after they’ve blown up the range rover – even after its clear that dennis really has gone and is not planning on acknowledging mac. as the days turn to weeks with no response, mac’s faith that dennis will come back begins to dwindle. he stamps down the ache in his chest and tells himself he doesn’t need dennis, that he never has, and he half believes that’s the truth when he finally works up the courage to go out and meet guys. he’s happy, really –he feels like king of the fuckin’ world, right up to the point when he comes home to an apartment that’s too big and a phone with no new messages.

when dennis finally gives in and calls him, three months after leaving, mac tries his best to be angry with him. they were supposed to be, well– them, the dynamic duo, inseparable until the end, and dennis had left without even a goodbye. mac tries and tries, but when dennis tells (asks? there’s something softer about his voice now; maybe that’s what having a son does) him that he’s coming home mac’s hit with a flood of warmth that nearly drowns him. he’s never been good at hiding. and even though he’s halfway across the country, dennis says, “stop it with that ridiculous smile”

“how the hell do you know what face I’m making?” mac demands. his face hurts from grinning and he wants and wants and wants.

a long pause. then, quietly, “because I know you, man.”

mac almost (almost) regrets blowing up the car, at that.

Not My Dean

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

A/N: For my darling nugget @impala-dreamer and her One Prompt 4 All Challenge. The prompt is bolded. Beta’d by actual angel @amanda-teaches. I tried something a little different (for me at least) let me know what you think! Please? No seriously I die for feedback I’m trying to get better at this racket and I can’t without it okthanksloveyoubye. ;) Enjoy kiddos! (ps if you feel like subjecting yourself more often, tag lists are open)

Words: 1,650

Warnings: Few swears, monster-related hostage type situations, smidgen of angst. Nothing crazy though, it’s all pretty PG-13.

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“What the hell?” You were groggy and sore. Why the hell were you groggy and sore?

“Y/N? Hey, are you alright?”

“Sam?” You tried opening your eyes, only to find darkness. Scrunching your nose, you realized you had a blindfold on. That would explain the dark. As you slowly started to come to, you realized your soreness came from your hands being tied behind your back and your ankles to the legs of a chair. Not to mention your pounding head. Best guess was you were hit with something. Hard.

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you hurt? Like hurt, hurt?”

“Uh, no. No, I don’t think so. My head might be bleeding or maybe was bleeding? But it’s not bad. Where are we? I have a blindfold on. Do you have a blindfold on?”

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swagness2001  asked:

Have you ever thought about writing something where Rock Lee time travels? His lack of chakra or however you choose makes him the safest option or something. And he claims to be Gai's brother or something. I don't know. I just figured you would get a kick out of it.

“Excuse me,” Tenten says with chilling sweetness. “You want to what?”

It says something about how many times Tenten has kicked his ass in sparing, Shikamaru thinks in amusement, that Naruto twitches back out of range of Konoha’s Weapons Mistress with just as much speed as he uses in getting out of Sakura’s range.

“It’s the best solution,” Naruto says, and if it’s a little weak that can probably be excused given how Tenten’s eyes are flashing dangerously. “It won’t work if the traveler’s chakra shifts at all during the trip, and Lee’s the only one we can be certain will manage that. I’d send Gai, but—”

“So,” Tenten interrupts, and Shikamaru takes a discrete step out of range. When Tenten abandons politeness, especially to the Hokage, it usually ends with someone being turned into a pincushion. “You’re going to send Lee back in time to lie repeatedly to everyone he knows in the hope that he can stop Madara from coming back to life for a second time.”

“…Yes?” Naruto asks tentatively, and Shikamaru closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Tenten goes for a scroll, and Shikamaru ducks for cover behind the desk as Naruto starts screaming.

By the time he surfaces several minutes later, the office is peppered with kunai, shuriken, and various other well-maintained weaponry, and Tenten looks satisfied as she looms over her cowering Hokage, rerolling one of her scrolls.

“Not alone, you’re not,” she says decisively. “I’m the only one in Konoha good enough to completely seal my chakra away. You’re going to send me, too.”

“That’s dangerous,” Shikamaru feels the need to point out, and when Tenten turns to him and raises a pointed brow he lifts his hands in surrender. “We have no idea how long the trip will be, and too much time with your chakra sealed will kill you.”

“I know.” Tenten meets his eyes squarely. “But I’m not letting Lee face that alone. He’s one of the best shinobi in the world, but he’s also my teammate.”

Tenten!”

“How troublesome,” Shikamaru mutters, watching the world turn to sunsets and crashing waves as Lee throws himself at his genin teammate. Tenten manages to set her feet enough to keep from being bowled over, and even though she rolls her eyes as she pats him on the back, she looks distinctly fond.

“Your youthful spirit of friendship has moved me to tears!” Lee sobs into her cheongsam. “The spirit of our teamwork is too mighty to ever taste defeat, Tenten! Together we will save the world!”

“Yes, yes,” Tenten sighs, though she’s smiling. Over Lee’s shoulders, she meets Naruto’s gaze. “Naruto, if anything can contain Madara for the rest of eternity, it’s the Treasured Tools of the Sage, and I’m the only one in the world who can use them. Besides,” her voice is wry, “Lee can’t lie to save his life. I can.”

Naruto picks himself up from the weapon-littered floor, wincing a little as Kurama’s chakra takes care of most of the wounds. “All right,” he says finally. “Lee, you’re sure you want to do this?”

“Yosh!” Lee salutes him enthusiastically, offering Tenten a beaming smile. “I will tell Gai-sensei I am his long-lost brother!”

If there’s anyone who will believe it, it’s Gai, Shikamaru thinks wryly. He glances at Tenten, raising a brow, and she crosses her arms over her chest, scowling at him. “Uzumaki Tenten, at your service,” she says primly, and casts a glance at Naruto. “If you don’t object?”

Naruto’s grin is practically blinding. “I’ll adopt you into the family and make it official!” he agrees, bouncing on his toes. “You’re definitely good enough at sealing to be an Uzumaki anyway, believe it!”

Lee flashes into a victory pose. “Team Gai will save the world, have no fear!” he cries.

“What he said,” Tenten agrees cheerfully, and reaches out to grab the kunai that Naruto just pulled out of his shoulder. “Hey, don’t just drop my favorite kunai on the ground! That’s rude!”

Naruto splutters. “Rude? You’re the one that threw it at me!”

Well. Shikamaru looks them over, Lee with his flailing enthusiasm and Tenten locked in her argument with the Hokage over her beloved weapons, and snorts quietly to himself.

Madara won’t even know what hit him.

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Give Pearl a break 2k16

August is the real Larcade

I was really confused as to why August took Zeref’s lack of affection for Larcade so personally, especially since the only time we’ve seen the two interact, August was pretty hostile.

Then it hit me, what if August is Zeref’s real son and “Larcade” is just one of his test tube babies like Natsu and the other etherious? It’s already been implied that Larcade was created in a similar way to how Natsu was (actually it was more or less implied that he’s Natsu’s clone). Plus, the last time Zeref and Mavis saw each other in person was 95 years ago. It would make more sense for their son to be an elderly man than someone in his 20s.

The next chapter is called “My Name Is…”, so I’m guessing August will reveal his name is actually Larcade Dragneel. Suddenly, August’s hostility for Larcade and his unwavering devotion for Zeref make a lot more sense. August desperately wants his father’s love and will do anything to get that, yet this science experiment gets to have his name and title. I wonder why Zeref created a clone of his brother and decided to give it his son’s identity though.

Blow Us All Away

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader

Prompt: Dear Theodosia from Hamilton

Words: 900+

Warnings: None

It had been three weeks since the birth of yours and Bruce Banner’s son. Bruce had one more day of paternal leave, so he was making sure to take great care of you and your son (and to get back on a normal sleeping schedule). It was 10 am, but you and Bruce were still trying to catch up on some much-needed rest. Then the familiar piercing screech emerged from the nursery, and it was amplified by the baby monitor sitting on Bruce’s nightstand.

When Bruce didn’t move, you gently nudged his leg with your foot. “Bruce…it’s your turn.” You mumbled. Still no response. You reached out and shook his shoulder. “Wake up, he shouldn’t be hungry for another hour…” You attempted again.

Bruce huffed and stretched. “I was hoping you wouldn’t say that.” He grumbled before throwing the covers off his body and stumbling across the hall to the nursery.

You smiled slightly and closed your eyes to return to your rest. The first weeks of your son’s life had been stressful. He was born premature, and Bruce continued to blame himself for it. He knew it had something to do with his condition. The pregnancy itself had already been a shock to him, so he naturally blamed himself for the baby’s too-early arrival.

But your son pulled through just fine. He was a strong baby, the nurses had said. You told them that he gets it from his dad. Your son was discharged from the hospital three days ago, and you and Bruce have been struggling to maintain a normal sleep schedule.

Just as you were about to slip into sleep, you heard your husband’s voice on the monitor, just loud enough to reach through the crying. “Oh, no, sweetheart. Don’t cry, it breaks my heart…” He said. He carefully wrapped him in a green blanket and pulled him into his embrace. The crying ceased immediately. “So you just wanted someone to hold you, huh?” He asked playfully.

The baby cooed at his father, and you smiled. Wanting to join them, you crawled out of bed and walked to the nursery. You leaned against the doorway, watching Bruce slowly swaying back and forth in the rocking chair.

“You’re so strong.” Bruce said to the tiny infant, brushing his cheek gently with his thumb. “You’re a little fighter. Almost ready to come fight bad guys with me. They wouldn’t know what hit them.”

Your son started waving his arms and vocalizing. Bruce chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Just as Bruce’s hair was in reach, your son’s fingers latched on to the brown, slightly peppered curls.

“Hey!” Bruce exclaimed, laughing as your son let his tiny hands roam through his father’s hair.

Your heart swelled at the image of Bruce’s forehead being gently pressed against your son’s while the latter tugged at the former’s hair.

“And you’re curious, just like your mother.” Bruce whispered.

The baby eventually let go of his hair. Bruce offered his pinky as a replacement, and your son grasped it. It was the only finger his premature hand could wrap around. Bruce wore the proudest grin in the world. Your son’s lips twisted into a small smile.

“Oh, man.” He breathed. “When you smile, I just fall apart. I’m supposed to be so strong, you know? Even stronger than your Uncle Thor.” He joked. You stifled a laugh when he said this. “But here you are, finding a way to make me melt with your little smiles. I didn’t think I’d be falling in love with you this fast.”

“One day, I’m gonna show you all there is about nuclear physics…you’re going to take every kind of precaution though.” Bruce explained, staring into your son’s eyes, the same eyes that belonged to you. “Which brings me to another matter…” He started. “Sometimes I’m gonna get all green and angry. But this only means I’m protecting you. I’ll never hurt you. I promise that I’ll never hurt you.”

The baby cooed at his father, the smile turning into a toothless grin. “My father wasn’t around…” Bruce began. Your face dropped its happiness when you heard those words. “But I swear, I’ll be around for you…I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll make a million mistakes, but I’ll still love you.”

You took a few steps forward as Bruce continued his conversation with the infant. “I’ll bleed and fight for you, darling. I’ll make the world safe and sound for you.” He whispered again before placing another kiss on his forehead.

You gently placed a hand on Bruce’s shoulder and kissed the top of his head. “My handsome boys…” You whispered.

Bruce looked up at you and smiled. His eyes looked a little teary. You coiled your arms around his shoulders from behind and rested your head on top of his. “You’ll blow us all away.” You said to your son, who was now looking back and forth between his parents.

Your son soon enough closed his eyes, falling back asleep. Bruce leaned back into your embrace, still cradling your son protectively. “I guess sometimes I get what I want…” He mused.

Crazy quotes from this weeks raw☆2/10/17

•"Rollins needs to keep chopping at that big sequoia"- Corey Graves about Braun Strowman.

•"Maybe they just wanna talk!“- Booker T after Sheamus and Cesaro attacked Dean Ambrose.

•"Tougher than a good pair of doc martins”- Corey Graves about Mickie James.

•"You’re talking like you’re trying to pass a kidney stone or something"- Corey Graves about Vic Joseph.

•"Ugh"- Corey Graves as soon as Enzo Amore’s music hit.

•"What a disappointment you are son!“- Corey Graves about his son who likes Enzo Amore.

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yes yes i know keith winks at him that’s great but like

what was lance trying to accomplish here?

in golion, kurogane is trying to punch kogane because he thinks kogane will stop them from helping another planet. impulsive? sure, but at least it makes sense. (reminds me of when he decided to chase after a cat immediately after seeing it because y’know, why not.) 

in voltron…i have no fucking clue what lance was trying to do. he wasn’t even trying to hit keith like…..my son, what did you want from this? lotor isn’t here???? he’s actually very far away????? 

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Imagine Dean trying to help you study for finals.

You stared across the table, irritated that Dean kept laughing out loud at whatever was on his computer screen. You resisted the urged to walk up behind him and whack the back of his head.

Instead, you reached across the table and slammed his laptop shut.

“What the?” he started but as his eyes met yours he could tell you were beyond frustrated.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes at him, then looked down at the books and notes spread across the table in front of you. You gestured across them as you said, “This Dean. This is what is wrong!” You put your head in your hands, rubbing your temples.

“You’re lucky you dropped OUT of college Dean. I’m not sure I can do this and hunt. Maybe I should take a page from your book,” you said with a huff slamming the book in front of you closed and flopping back in your chair, defeated.

Dean stood from his seat and walked over behind your chair. You looked up at him pleadingly as he placed his calloused hands on your shoulders and began to rub gently. A moan fell from your lips.

“How can I help, sweetheart?” he whispered into your ear as he continued to ease the knots from your shoulders.

You turned to face him, staring into his dark emerald green eyes. You closed your eyes and breathed in his scent. Just being near him was calming you down. As you opened your mouth to exhale, Dean’s lips enveloped yours. The kiss was soothing and gentle. He placed one hand on the side of your face, his fingers gently easing the tension from your neck.

You smiled into his kiss. “That is certainly one way to help.”

Dean pulled away from you and sat in the chair beside you. “Y/N, you’ve got this. You’re gonna kick those finals’ asses. Sons of bitches won’t even know what hit em,” he declared confidently.

You looked at him amused. “Why did I not go to college right out of high school like a normal person?” you complained as Dean grabbed your hand.

“Y/N, your life has been far from normal,” he smiled.

You laughed. “Fair enough, Winchester,” you said as he slowly rubbed circles into the palm of your hand to calm you down. He leaned in and kissed you sweetly.

“I don’t know anyone who is more organized and prepared for life in general. You were made for these kinds of situations. You’ve got this. You may doubt you, but I sure as hell don’t,” he said kissing your check.

You leaned into his kiss and sighed. If Dean could have faith in you, hot mess and all, you could take a deep breath and conquer your finals.

@loveitsallinee here it is!! Finally!!!