when he smiles... puppies are born

Dog Mom Life- Moments with You

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader and Tom have a hike with Tessa because the Reader is suggested exercise for their baby.

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,) Tom as a Dad, cute fluffiness even a cloud could say awww 

Word Count: 1,000+

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this post! Don’t forget that requests are open \(^.^)/ I’m so thankful for all the support you guys give me c:


[Reader’s POV]


    After your doctor’s visit two weeks ago for a check up. Tom and I have been going on daily walks on hiking trails.He has been home due to having a break from all the press and movies. Your doctor advised exercise and to be stress free. The two of you always brought along Tessa cause she loved the outdoors. Being around Tessa was a stress reliever itself. 


“Tom wait for me” I let out a huff making my way up the hill. Watching as Tom and Tess made there way up with ease. Tess tugging forward making Tom stumble a bit.


“S-sorry love, Tessa got too excited” he explains pulling her back and reaching for my hand grasping it. Pulling it up he kisses the top of my hand. A small smile appears on my face.


“Well look Tess we now have our whole family at our favorite spot” he grins leaning down. Rubbing her head he then turns to you with a grin on his face. Tom’s smile was as bright as the sun. His smile is the best thing to look at.


“It’s easy for you to say, at least you’re not carrying a little human” I say placing a hand on my stomach. Walking towards the ledge looking over the town. The fresh air making me feel at ease.

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pilbobaggins  asked:

Oh! Soulmates prompt! Hannigram / tattoo or mark with what the other loves -- mostly bc I find the thought of Hannibal having a puppy soulmate mark hilarious -∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ (Or it could go the other way and Will is always ashamed / angry about the literal bloody horror show on his body until he finds Hannibal and is just like... of course he had to be a serial killer OF COURSE)

this is like… the opposite of the last prompt. light angst ahead!

-x-

When Hannibal is seven years old, a small puppy appears on his wrist. He shows it to his mother and she smiles.

“Look at that.” She traces one finger over the delicate lines. “Your soulmate was just born.”

Hannibal cups his wrist to his heart and prays that they are kind.

When Hannibal is eight years old his mother dies. His mother, and his father, and his sister. He decides then that nobody is kind, nobody at all. He takes a sharp rock and scrapes off the skin of his wrist until the puppy is gone. It scabs over, turns into a pale scar that fades over time. The mark does not come back.

-x-

When Will Graham is born, the word kind is scrawled in small, hesitant letters across his stomach. His parents take it as a sign of good fortune and show it to their family and friends.

“How lucky, to have a mark so early!”

Everyone coos and dotes over the beautiful baby and his fortunate mark. Will’s parents nod and smile.

When Will Graham is one year old, he wakes up in the middle of the night screaming.

His father rushes in to find his infant son writhing in his crib, clutching at his stomach. He lifts him out and tries to calm him, but Will won’t stop. His mother holds out her arms but Will just kicks and cries for hours, hands scrabbling at his midsection.

When, finally, Will exhausts himself, they pull his hands from where they were curled tight around his stomach.

Will’s father gasps. His mother begins to sob.

Kind has disappeared. In its place, another word, longer and far less charming.

Vengeance.

-x-

When Hannibal is 46 years old, the puppy comes back. He ignores it.

The next day he meets Will Graham.

That night, another puppy appears. A week later, another. Then another, and another, and another. Within a month Hannibal has a litter of puppies, linked in a row that travels from the inside of his wrist and wraps all the way round to his elbow.

Hannibal examines his mark thoughtfully and smiles.

-x-

Will Graham gives up believing in soulmates fairly early on, much to the relief of his father. He’d hoped that his lack of faith might make the mark fade, but it never does. Over time, the characters became more elegant, slowly joining into a practiced cursive. The beauty of the lettering can’t stop the word from being ugly, though, and Will starts covering it with foundation just so he doesn’t have to look at it all the time. He gives up on relationships not longer after that, tired of explaining either the smears of make-up on his skin or the terrible word.

By the time Will Graham is 38 years old, he is very very tired of vengeance.

Then he meets Hannibal Lecter.

That night he goes home, and when he takes off his shirt to go to bed he catches a glimpse of his reflection and freezes in shock.

He turns slowly in the mirror and sees that his mark is gone. No, not gone. Replaced. One word, shorter and simpler and somehow even more terrifying.

Will.

-x-

“Can I ask you something, Doctor Lecter?”

“Anything, Will.”

“Do you have a soulmark?”

Doctor Lecter’s mouth purses and he tips his chin to the side. Will feels heat suffuse his cheeks.

“If I answer yes, will you ask to see it?”

Will swallows around the sudden thickness in his throat.

“I, uh, no… that would be rude.”

Hannibal crosses his legs at the knee and smooths one hand down his thigh.

“If I answer yes, will you let me show you?”

“If you want.”

“Then the answer is yes,” Hannibal says smoothly, “would you like to see?”

Will nods mutely.

Hannibal undoes the cufflink of one sleeves and gracefully rolls the sleeve up to his elbow, holding his arm up for Will to examine. Will’s heart begins to skitter in his chest.

“That’s… you’re… I…”

Hannibal leans forward in his chair.

“Come closer, Will.”

Will feels uncomfortably like a fly caught in the web of a terribly charming spider. His fingers tremble as he reaches forward to touch one of the small dogs that cover Hannibal’s arm.

Then the word vengeance flashes in his mind in blood-red graffiti and he recoils.

“I have to go,” Will says, and stumbles out the room.

-x-

They don’t talk about it again.

The day that Hannibal cuts into Will’s soulmark, he feels the pain twice over. He clutches onto Hannibal’s arm, where he knows the mark is, and tries to breathe through the overwhelming hurt. Hannibal holds him tenderly, and Will decides in that moment that vengeance feels an awful lot like love.

When he wakes up in the hospital, they’ve stitched him up and his mark is gone, nothing but clean unblemished skin left behind.

When the plane takes off for Florence, Hannibal feels a stinging burn at his elbow. It starts to travel downward to his wrist and he clenches his teeth against the sensation. Bedelia looks up at him serenely from the seat beside him and he turns away.

Ten hours later, he unpeels his shirt from his skin, expecting to see emptiness, a blank slate.

Instead, there is one word, writ in large and bloody script and wrapped around the same stretch of skin where the puppies used to be.

Hannibal

-x-

Three and a half years later, as Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham fall from a cliff, their soulmarks change for one last time.

Neither of them know it, wrapped too tightly together to notice the sensation. But as they tumble through salt-drenched air, the same word forms across the same patch of skin directly above their hearts.

you

The ocean swallows their marks with them.

The Serpent Or Me - Part 5 (Bughead/Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader)

Jughead has never cared about fitting in, as long as he has Betty and the gang he knows he has his place in Riverdale. However, Southside High has brought him an odd comfort and new friends very easily. The serpents have taken him under their wing, one in particular y/n has started to show him how things work in the gang. Jughead starts to grow a fondness for y/n that feels uneasy, he’s stuck between two worlds. Where or who should he choose?

Part 1    Part 2     Part 3     Part 4

Characters/Pairings: Bughead, Serpent!Reader x Serpent!Jughead.

Warnings: Kissing.

Word Count: 2507.

Notes: Slightly longer part this week but lots of action as promised.I’m away on holiday next week but I’ve scheduled part 6 to be published on 14/7/17. Enjoy!

Masterlist.

Originally posted by writing-in-riverdale

Y/n’s POV

So much for being some scary gang member. I was a soppy teenage girl who had fallen for her once ‘work’ colleague turned best friend Jughead Jones. There was no denying it now. We’d started hanging out a lot more outside of school and Serpent jobs, we’d go on late night drives and just talk. I could listen to his words for hours. There was so much to him, it was practically impossible not to crush on him.

And now I’d agreed to meet his girlfriend. What was I thinking?

For the remainder of the week, I decided it was best to avoid Jughead as much as I could. It was bound to be the amount of time we spent together that made me like him so much. It was going to be tricky however, since I had almost every class with him. I could do this though, I was a badass Serpent after all. Or at least that’s what I told myself.

‘Did you do the homework y/n/n?’ I could hear Jug whispering to me in biology. I pretended to not hear him, keeping my eyes on the teacher up front.

‘Hello? Y/n?’ He wasn’t going to stop.

‘Jug, I’m trying to listen.’ I snapped back. My heart clenched as he scowled at me.

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When The Hound finds out that you're pregnant

◾ when you tell him, at first he is shocked. like, how in seven hells did he deserve that amount of happiness??????????

◾ for a few minutes he wouldn’t say anything, he’d just hug you as tight as he can, placing his huge hands on your back, smelling your beautiful soft hair.

◾ then he would look down at you with the cutest little smile and grab you closer again.

◾ he was protective before too, but this is a WHOLE NEW LEVEL

◾ his hands are touching you all the time, in the gentlest, softest way you can ever imagine.

◾ he’d only tell his closest friends, but when it’s obvious, he’d answer every question asked by man or woman, with the proudest smile and laugh. lot of “puppy” jokes here because he is The Hound you know!!!

◾ of course he’d have his unsure and insecure moments but you can always calm him down. you love him, he loves you, both of you loves the puppy baby even if he/she wasn’t even born yet. that’s almost all that a child needs. everything else can be solved.

Originally posted by winter-is-coming-valar-morghulis

anonymous asked:

headcannons for michael mell x vintage!reader (meaning a reader who is also into vintage things, and has a record player and a bunch of records and old cameras and just a bunch of cool vintage stuff?) thank you so much! ~🐝 (i hope it's okay i'm sending in two requests, please, take as much time as you need with both of them! i don't want to overwhelm you) (be sure to drink some water today and listen to your favorite music! self love is the best love.)

YES

★okay so when michael first saw you, you were wearing a vintage Breakfast Club tee shirt, and he came up to you to tell you he liked it

★you blush and smile and ask him if you can take his picture bc you like to have memories of people that you make friends with

★he agrees, assuming you mean with your phone, but when you pull out this true blue polaroid camera he damn near fuckin nuts

★”oh my god is that real”

★”yeah, i like the way the pictures look and feel, it captures a persons soul, not just their image”

★it literally takes a week and this boy is following you around like a puppy

★you’re both old souls born into the wrong time period

★you hang out a lot and listen to music together and eat snacks together

★he’s a literal dream 

★when you invite him over to your house for the first time you gotta give him a warning bc your room is so cool and retro that he might have a heart attack

★and that boy damn near drops

★you’ve got posters from 80′s movies all over the walls, and some gamer merch on your desk, and theres a cluster of polaroids hanging up, and you’ve got a record player

★vinyl sounds so good okay

★you put on a paramore record at first and he’s so impressed

★you guys go to the thrift store and go record hunting right

★you get aerosmith, bon jovi, twisted sister, wham!, all the good stuff!!!!! michael jackson, bob marley, etc.

★you have times where you just lay on your floor and listen to music together

★michael tells you that he loves you one of those times, his fingers just barely brushing yours as you lay there together

★you just smile and tell him that you love him too

★because life is good and comfy with michael mell

A VERY CRAPPY BUT EXCITED SHINEE WORLD V IN DALLAS FAN ACCOUNT

honestly i dont even really know how to begin this like??? i feel like i have so much to say it was just the best day of my Entire Ugly Life. im so honored i really am it was just the most beautiful experience ever nd also so funny lkafsfsa i can’t wait to share with you !! 

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Injured Football Player Ch21

Originally posted by goddess-gal-gadot

Summary: Little Charlie is down because she is in a cast, which means she can’t do much of anything. So, the reader and Bucky try to cheer her up.

Word Count: 1414

A/N: Okay, so I really do want to name my future dogs Matilda and Groot, so that is where I got the names from!

Chapter 21


 Charlie was in the hospital for two days, and by the end of day one she was getting antsy being locked up in a hospital room. She clung to Bucky like she never wanted him to leave her side, and Bucky ate every second up.

 When it was time to discharge Charlie, she was trying to sprint out to the car. “Slow your roll, kid,” you chuckled holding her hand.

 “I wanna go ho-o-ome,” she wined pulling on your arm.

 “Listen to your mama,” Bucky spoke as he carried all the balloons and gifts that Charlie got.

 “Yes sir,” she slowed down.

 “Now, what is the number one rule now?” Bucky asked putting her stuff in the back of your car.

 “No jumpin on couches,” she spoke.

 “Or beds,” you added.

 “Or beds!”

 “Yes ma’am,” Bucky smiled at you, “I don’t see her jumping anymore.”

 “I don’t either,” you chuckled.


 When you got home, Bucky helped get you Charlie and all her stuff into the house. He sat down the last bag and gave you a kiss, “I’ll be back in a little bit.”

 You raised your eyes, “Where are you going?”

 “I will be right back,” he gave you a coy smile.

 “James,” you said following him out to the garage, “What are you up to?”

 “I got something for Charlie Rae and you.”

 You stopped, “You better not have gotten her a pony, James!”

 He let out a laugh, “No, baby, I didn’t get her a pony. I promise. Besides, you already have your own pony at the ranch.”

 You sighed, “Okay. Don’t be gone too long?”

 He kissed you quickly, “I wont be gone longer than 30.”

 You waved as he drove out of the driveway, “What do you have up your sleeve, James Barnes?”


 You were upstairs with Charlie in her room when you heard Bucky downstairs.

 “Girls?” he called out, “Can y’all come down here? Daddy has a surprise for you two.”

 Charlie looked at you with big eyes, “Surprise?”

 “Where are you baby?” you called out walking down the stairs.

 “Living room,” he sang.

 You stopped in your tracks when you turned the corner. There standing in the middle of your living room was Bucky holding two French bulldog puppies.

 He smiled at you two, “Surprise!”

 “Puppies,” Charlie squealed running towards him.

 He handed her the black and white Frenchie, “This is puppy is a little girl, and she is all yours,” he walked to you with the brown Frenchie, “And this little guy is yours, Mama.”

 You were in shock. You have always wanted a French bulldog, but you never felt like it was the right time. You slowly took the puppy from your husband, “James, what in the world?”

 “You have always wanted a Frenchie, and I decided to surprise you and get two,” he smiled sweetly at you, “That is Matilda, and this little guy is Groot.”

 You covered your face and started to cry. You had told Bucky when you guys started dating that you wanted a brown boy and a black and while girl Frenchie, naming them Groot from Guardian of the Galaxy and Matilda, calling her Tilly for short.

 You wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him, “I love you so much.”

 “Are you talking to me or Groot?” Bucky smiled at you.

 “You of course. Thank you, so much.”

 “Anything to make my girls smile.”


 After week three of Charlie in a cast, she was depressed because she couldn’t do anything but stay inside.

 You were standing in the kitchen watching her pet the puppies, when you had an idea. You walked up to your office and called Bucky.

 “Hey baby mama,” Bucky answered the phone. 

“Want to take Charlie and the puppies to the ranch?” you asked.

 “Yes,” Bucky answered instantly, “I would love to take her out there.”

 “Good. I think I might call Mom and Dad to see if they want to meet us out there too.”

 “I think that is a great idea, baby. When would you want to go?” 

“Tomorrow?” “Sounds perfect to me, babe.”

 “Alright, I am going to call Mom. I love you.”

 “I love you more.”

 When you hung up you called your mom and suggested the idea to her, and she had the same response that Bucky had. Everyone agreed that Charlie needed to get out of the house, and out of the city for a couple days.

 Next morning, you woke up and snuck into Charlie’s room. You leaned down and sang, “Wakey, wakey, eggs and backey Charlie Rae.”

 She rolled over and rubbed her eyes. She smiled at you, “Mama.”

 “Baby,” you sat next to her on the bed, “I got a surprise for you.”

 “Another puppy?”

 You chuckled, “No, not another puppy. We are going on an adventure! So I need you to get ready because we are leaving in thirty minutes.”

 She jumped up and ran to her closet looking for clothes.


 Thankfully, everyone was ready and packed up in the car in thirty minutes. Charlie was in the backseat talking about the adventure that you guys were going on and how excited she was to have the puppies going with her.

 When Bucky pulled onto the dirt road, Charlie started squealing. Ever since she was born, she knew the ranch was a safe, loving, fun place for her.

 “Ranch! We are at ranch,” she kept squealing.

 You turned around and smiled, “You like your surprise?” 

“Yes!”

 “Well, Rae,” Bucky spoke as he pulled up to the house, “You have one more surprise.”

 In that moment, you parents walked out of the front door waving. The second Charlie saw your dad there, she could barley sit still, “Pops!”

 “Wait till the car is stopped,” Bucky said as he put it in park.

 “Little Bug,” you dad called out opening her door.

 “Pops! Pops is here,” she wrapped her arms around his neck.

 “Nana is here too,” you mom laughed behind him, taking Charlie from your dad.

 “You would think she hasn’t seen them in years,” you laughed as you got out of the car.


 The trip changed Charlie’s whole attitude. She was happy everyday, and was back to the normal, cheerful Charlie.

 On the last day, Bucky took her out for a walk to the horse barn to look at the horses.

 “Did you have a good trip, Rae?” Bucky asked lifting her up to lean on the railing so she could look at the horse.

 She nodded her head, “Yes! I love ranch!”

 Bucky chuckled, “Daddy loves the ranch too.”

 “Why?” Charlie asked as normal two year olds do.

 “Why do I love the ranch?” Charlie nodded, “I love the ranch because this is the place where I knew I wanted to be with your mama forever.”

 “Really?” she asked.

 He nodded, “Yep. When Mama and Daddy first met, she brought me out here and she let me see who she really was. She showed me who she wanted to be, and she wasn’t afraid to let me in. And I fell even more in love.”

 Charlie looked at him confused. He let out a chuckle, “I will explain it to you when you get older, Rae.”

 She nodded, “Kay. Can we go see what Nana is cooking?”

 “Yes ma’am. Don’t run,” he hollered.

 He made his way out of the barn to see you leaning up against the barn. He smiled, “Hey mama.”

 “Hey, you,” you walked closer to him.

 “How long you been out here?” he wrapped his arms around your waist.

 You smiled and kissed him.

 “So you heard?” he asked when he pulled away.

 You nodded, “I did. Did you mean it?”

 “Every single word,” he pulled you closer and kissed you again.

 When you pulled away you smiled, “Ever thought about getting lucky in a tack room?”

 Bucky threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the tack room as you laughed.

 The ranch will always be a special place for your family. The ranch is where Bucky said he was in love with you. It was the place where you could run away to with Bucky when you two needed time away. It was the place you told your family you were pregnant. It is the place that you guys will bring your children to, and that they will hopefully bring their children to. The ranch was built with love, and it will continue to grow with love as the years go on. 


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anonymous asked:

This request is probably very vague but I would really love to see a fluffy scenario with a pregnant s/o and the S & M bros❤️ (M bros would be more preferred if you can only do one!)

⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃ Oh my! I’ll do both!

  • Ayato: “So- if it’s a girl does that mean she will like you more than she likes me?” He looked down at your stomach, poking it lightly.

“No Ayato, It doesn’t mean she will like me more. Gender doesn’t determine if the baby like you or not.” You giggled, you two had found out the gender of your child and now Ayato was all bent out of shape that it was a girl.

“It’s going to be a pain having to protect her from all the boys.” He kept squirming around, he was full of questions know that he knew the gender. You smiled as he frowned, “Do you think she will want to play basketball?” He asked.

I don’t know Ayato, she isn’t even here yet.” You shook your head, “Why don’t you ask her yourself when she’s born.”

“You’re right, but one thing she needs to know is how awesome takoyaki is.” He pouted.

  • Laito: “Please don’t do that again.” He was at the sink, washing one of his shirts after you vomited on him from morning sickness.

“I thought the vomiting would of stopped when I was this far along, I’m so sorry Laito.” You whimpered, still feeling queasy. Laito sighed, turning the faucet off and putting his shirt on the bathroom counter.

“I suppose it’s not your fault,” he sighed, “It’s that little things fault.” He walked over and bent down level with your stomach.

“Well you better get ready, because you know baby’s throw up too.” You laughed a bit, then stopped when you saw how un-amused Laito was.

“A baby sure is a lot of trouble, even when it isn’t even here yet.” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on your stomach, “But it will be interesting to see another little me running around.” He chuckled and stood back up, hugging you. This was the first time Laito was being sentimental, “You will make a great mother.”

  • Kanato: “Ugh.” You groaned, sitting at the dinning room table. You were craving sweet food more than anything at the moment and you couldn’t take it!

“What’s wrong s/o? You sure are being noisy, is the baby coming?” He sat across from you, eating some cake as usual. He didn’t really care that you were pregnant, he didn’t want a child to start with.

“Hm? No, I just really want something sweet but I don’t want to get fat.” You had become a lot more sensitive about your weight ever since you had gotten pregnant.

“Oh please.” He rolled his eyes and stood up, he moved the fork with cake on it and shoved it in your mouth. Oh wow, the cake tasted like a sugar wonderland. Kanato slid the plate over to you and got up, “You’re the most beautiful pregnant woman I’ve ever seen, so eat the cake and be quiet.” You blushed. That was the first time you had ever heard Kanato call you ‘beautiful’.

  • Reiji: “I’ve got it.”

“No, It’s alright I’ve got it.”

“I said I got it, now sit.” Reiji snapped. He wanted to take care of you at all times during your pregnancy.

“Fine, gosh.” You sat down in the kitchen, you were going to make ourself something to eat but Reiji kept insisting on making it for you.

“I’ll let that comment slide since I know your back has been hurting today.” He pushed his glasses up and began to prepare your meal.

It feels like it’s going to snap in half.” You mumbled. Reiji frowned and walked over, setting down your food in front of you.

“I don’t know what I did right in life to deserve such a beautiful, kind, and brave woman.” He smiled. Your face turned a dark red, Reiji never makes comments like that to you so you weren’t expecting it.

  • Shu: Shu never really said anything, but he would let you sleep with him and he would give you massages and occasionally get anything you wanted when you whined.

Actions speak louder than words.” He would mumble.

  • Subaru: “Can you stand up?” He was frantic, you had been vomiting all day and he knew you were to the point of dehydration.

“Hm?” You looked up from the toilet bowl, slightly humiliated.

“I’m sorry s/o, this is all my fault. God, I’m so dumb.” he leaned down and picked you up, carrying you to the bed and laying you down gently.

“Are you saying…that you don’t want the baby?” You were out of breath, sweating, tired. He looked down at you and his eyes widened.

“No- I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant it’s all my fault that this happened. I am thrilled you’re pregnant, I just don’t like the side effects.” He smiled weakly. 

“I love you Subaru, and so will our baby. So, don’t feel so sad.” You smiled back up at him.

“Enough, I’ll go get some water. Stay put.” He bent down and kissed the top of your head before leaving the room.

  • Ruki: He made you sit there and listen to him four hours.

“Ruki, the baby can’t hear it. So please let me go to sleep.” You would sleep in the chair he had you sit in if t wasn’t so uncomfortable.

“You don’t know that.” He said, and then continued to read more to you. He was actually reading the dictionary to you.

“Ruki, Please-.” You groaned.

“Hush and let me get to a stopping point Livestock, our baby has to know what things are and what they mean.” He cleared his throat, “Love; an intense feeling of deep affection.” You smiled at him and shook your head, “An example of love is what I feel for your Mother.” Your eyes widened and your heart fluttered. Ruki closed the book and sat it down, “We are done for today.”

“A-Alright.” You stood up, Ruki walked over and kissed you gently.

“It’s important that our baby knows what love is.” He smiled.

  • Kou: He pampered you all the time and put pictures of you all over his social media and showed you all the positive comments people would post about you. He was excited for the arrival of the baby and decided to spoil the both of you until the baby arrived.
  • Yuma: He had your eyes covered, You had lost the baby, yes- lost it. Yuma was devastated but so were you. You were pregnant once again, but Yuma drug you out to the garden claiming he had a surprise for you.

“Yuma- What is it already? My feet hurt.”You complained but he just laughed..

“Stop complain’ Sow! Open your eyes.” He moved his hands and you opened your eyes to see a beautiful rose bush with a plaque on the front with your miscarried child’s name engraved in it.

“Yuma…” You felt your heart twist, tears gathered in your eyes.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it? Look how pretty our little girl is. See? Now when her little brother or sister is born they can come visit her!” He placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed lightly, “Isn’t that something?” You heard his voice strain and you placed your hand over his and smiled.

“She’s beautiful Yuma, Thank you.”

  • Azusa: “Look at it.”

“I see it.”

“Look how cute it is.” Azusa literally had forced you to let him draw on your stomach and drew a puppy on it, he thought t was the best thing ever.

“I see.” You smiled.

“Your belly button is his nose, see?” Azusa was so excited about having a child, he thought every part of you being pregnant was cute too.

“I see Azusa.” You giggled.

KiKasa snippet post from this bigger fic I’m working on bc this is tumblr and I can. In medias res bc the parts before and after are a mess. Still experimenting with the Kise voice.



The thing is, he’s used to it being like this.

Miyo calls it “boy-crush of the week” syndrome, and Ryouta would resent it more if it weren’t so accurate. He always gets like this with people who fascinate him – other models, friends, fellow players, even a teacher or two – people who have a certain air about them, a talent or a mystery he can’t seem to figure out, and who absolutely refuse to give him the time of day.

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picori-draws  asked:

Hi there! I have a request for you. owo~ I don't remember which blog did it, but there was one where the companions were denied when demanding to be with f!SS as she delivers a baby. I loved it, no less. But how about one where the companions ARE actually with f!SS (romanceable and non-romanceable), and that baby being their's together? If it makes you uncomfortable to write it, it's ok; don't want to make you do things you don't like. But in case you do it, thanks in advance! <33

For the purposes of this I’m gonna include both the male and female companions and just be like… science was used to impregnate sole for the ones where it couldn’t happen normally n___n

Cait: She paces around a lot, and asks the doctors a lot of questions. They almost kick her out because she is such a pain in the ass. She’s not grossed out about the birthing at all, she’s seen more gruesome things in her day, she warns the sole survivor that she is going to shit herself during birth, the sole survivor tries to punch her but Cait stays just out of reach. When sole is in the throes of labor she is by her side, holding her hand. She’s pretty impressed with how hard the sole survivor is squeezing her hand. She swears a bunch along with the sole survivor, cheering her on and motivating her in her own crass way. When the baby is born she is quiet and in awe of it. She’s hesitant to hold it because she doesn’t want to hurt it, but the sole survivor tells her it will be fine. She cries a bit when she first holds their baby, but denies the fact afterwards.

Curie: She’s the perfect person to have there. She quickly takes charge of the room, and makes sure everything goes smoothly. She’s quite worried about the sole survivor giving birth, there are so many hazards in the world. She makes sure that everything is perfect and sanitary for them. She bosses all the doctors around and her know how makes the sole survivor feel really safe and confident. When the sole survivor starts going into labor she gives orders to the doctors and then takes on her most important duty, staying by their side and being there for them in general. She’s even fantastic at being supportive. When the time comes, she makes sure she is there to deliver the baby herself. Her first instinct is to look the baby over to make sure nothing is wrong, but she knows there will be time for that later. She brings the baby over to the sole survivor. She’s in awe, and they both sit together looking at their baby for a while.

Codsworth: He is super duper attentive to the sole survivor’s every need, he makes quite a good caretaker, providing them with a col towel on their head. He is super excited that the sole survivor and their partner are having a child. He’s always been programmed to look after a family, and them having a child makes it feel like they are returning to a sense of normalcy for him.

Danse: He is incredibly nervous. He has been incredibly nervous about the whole thing, and super protective of the sole survivor the entire time she was pregnant. In the delivery room he has all the Brotherhood’s doctors on their toes because he’s their superior. He holds the sole survivors hand and takes all their screaming and yelling at him. He’s a little grossed out by all the blood and such, and tries his best not to show it, but he definitely does a bit. The sole survivor smiles a bit between contractions and calls him a weenie. When the baby is born, he is asked to cut the umbilical cord. He holds the baby in his hands, it seems so small and so fragile. He is in awe and cries a bit and tells the sole survivor that they made something perfect together.

Deacon: He is super nervous about the whole situation, but doesn’t really show it. The sole survivor is sure that he’s going to arrive late or something so she puts Drummer Boy in charge of making sure Deacon is there. Deacon, of course, gives him the slip, and he shows up at the hospital right before the sole survivor, holding a bag filled with everything they would ever need. He’s there the entire time for them, pulling out anything they need before they even have to request it. When the baby is born, he’s the first to hold it, and he is all smiles. He holds it up so the sole survivor can see and says, look, we match. He smiles and sits next to the sole survivor and they sit quietly with the baby, happy to be with each other.

Dogmeat: He’s always been part of the family, so when its time for the sole survivor to have their baby, he’s there to guard the room for them. After the baby is born, he is their fierce guardian and constant companion. Baby and puppy cuddles… too cute.

Hancock: He is incredibly nervous about the whole baby thing, it was something that he never even thought was in the realm of possibility. He’s beside himself as he’s in the room with the sole survivor. He paces back and forth a lot and thinks about doing some jet or something, but strangely he doesn’t want to. He gives the sole survivor massages and holds her hand when she needs it. He hates seeing the sole survivor in so much pain because she’s going through labor, so he tries to joke and cheer her up, telling her funny stories and reminiscing about the good times. When the baby comes, he’s beside himself, he holds it tightly and gently, and blushes when it starts to cry. He laughs a bit, though you can tell he’s feeling really emotional by the way his voice cracks.

MacCready: He is incredibly nervous. He can’t sit still, the sole survivor has to ask him to sit still, and even then he bounces his leg a lot. He kinda gets on her nerves, but he’s there for her, holding her hand and awkwardly trying to keep up conversation with her. His hand is a little sweaty. When she asks, he brings her water or whatever else she needs. These excursions out of the room are a reprieve for him, and he comes back a bit more relaxed. He almost faints when the sole survivor is in the deep throes of labor, but manages to not. He is incredibly embarrassed by this. He cries when he holds the baby for the first time, he cries a lot. He’s incredibly happy to see their child, and also incredibly nervous and freaked out to have to raise another kid, but he knows with the sole survivor by his side he can do it.

Nick Valentine: Its an experience he never thought he would have. Somewhere deep down, maybe it was in the real Nick’s thoughts, he had always wanted to be a father, and in this crazy world he was going to be. Human biology, while familiar to him, was still alien in a lot of ways, but he was resolute in his decision to be there for the sole survivor in whatever way he could. It was a lot of getting her things she needed, holding her hand and coaching her on breathing (which seemed fairly ironic). He stays by her side the entire time, comforting her and taking to her throughout the whole thing. When the baby arrives, he’s ecstatic, he holds them very gently, smiling big. He’s amazed. He brings the baby over to the sole survivor, kissing her on the forehead and placing the baby in her arms. they are a family.

Piper: She talks a mile a minute with the sole survivor, which is comforting and a good distraction during the process. She acts fairly nervous the whole time, but its mostly manifested in her chattiness, both to the sole survivor and by asking the doctors a bunch of questions. She kind of gets on their nerves but eventually sticks to talking to the sole survivor. She holds her hands when she pushes, and shuts up when the sole survivor asks her to. She smiles nervously, trying her best to coach her through the birthing process, but she’s not the best at it. When the baby is born, she’s excited, the baby is so perfect and beautiful. She holds it carefully, as if she feels like she is going to break it. She smiles to herself and whispers ‘baby blue’ before she comes around to sit on the bed next to the sole survivor, where they sit in silence with the new baby.

Preston Garvey: He’s attentive and kind, and super duper sweet to the sole survivor throughout the whole process. He doesn’t cause any trouble with the doctors, and is helpful to the doctors as well. He’s nervous, but he’s far too busy with helping and focusing on the sole survivor that he doesn’t have time to fret that much about things. He holds their hand, letting them squeeze as hard as they need to. He only winces a little bit. When the baby is born he patiently waits for the doctors to give him the go ahead to hold the baby. He is all smiles when he lays eyes on his and the sole survivor’s baby. He can’t help but pick out the features the baby had from sole, and each one made him smile more. He tears up a bit as he sits next to the sole survivor with their child.

Strong: As sole was with the doctors about the give birth, he was still hesitant about having a child, but he does what he can to comfort the sole survivor. This is what she wanted, even if he wasn’t so sure knowing that she was so dead set on it made him think that everything would turn out well.  He fully trusted the sole survivor, and would be there for her no matter what the outcome. He may not have had a vast knowledge, but he wasn’t dumb, he knew that any child between a super mutant, if it were even possible, could have issues. He stayed silent on this, the prospect of having a child was exciting and new, but not without its worries. When the baby comes, against all odds its perfect, well as perfect as a half human, half super mutant can be. Strong beams proudly, smiling for the first time since the sole survivor went into labor. The baby feels so small in his arms, and he’s super gentle with it.

X6-88: He’s nervous, but doesn’t show it. Everything he does is calculated, he thinks a lot about what will help the sole survivor most. Beforehand he did a lot of research about birth itself and child rearing. He was confident, and he stood alongside the sole survivor attending to her every need. Normally, he wasn’t much for words, but he talked extensively to the sole survivor, smiling and having a good time talking to them. It makes the sole survivor smile. X6 gives the doctors their space, fully confident in the abilities of the Institute doctors. When the baby is born, he seems stoic, but the sole survivor can tell how happy he is. He holds the baby gently, sitting next to the sole survivor in the bed. They lean against each other gently, no words need to be said between them.

The Long Lost Heir ( Part 1)

Summary:  The reader get’s thrown into the world of Death Eater’s in the most unexpected way, enjoy :)

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Word count: 3071

Warnings: I truly don’t know, perhaps teeny-tiny bit of angst

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom


“No Draco, that can’t be true, he wouldn’t put you in such danger! I’m sure he didn’t know what’s going to happen.” You say to Draco as he looks at you with sadness in his eyes.
“ My father has no control over this situation, he hasn’t had for a while now.” He replies as he looks away. You were sitting in the astronomy tower on a sunny spring afternoon. It had always been the spot that the both of you claimed to be “our place”. No one ever came here, at least no one had ever done it when you had been there.
“ I’d say he’s a coward, you know,” you say after an awkward silence.
“Who? My dad?” Draco asks, he didn’t seem mad, he seemed a bit carried away in his thoughts.
“No, I ment you-know-who. Using you to get to Dumbledore is not very honourable thing to do, or what do you think?” You said as you placed your hand on Draco’s.
“ Sometimes I wish I was born in another family, for exaple think about Pansy’s family. How easy would my life be? But no, I’m a bloody Malfoy and I have to be responsible for all the mistakes my dad has made. That sounded a bit over dramatic but you got the point. ” He exhaled loudly and you suddenly felt so sorry for him. You knew that the Malfoys who had been an honourable family had now become family that the darker parts of the wizarding world joked about. It got even worse a few weeks ago when the rumours of the “werewolf puppy” started.
“I know, I know. Sometimes I wish I was born as famous rock star’s daughter but let me tell you a thing - life is always unfair and no matter how much you want it you can’t change your origins. Can we switch the topic please, it’s getting very very deep already and it’s never good to have extremely deep conversation just before writing an history essay.”
You grinned at Draco. He looked at you and started smiling.
“ Why is that not good?” He asked while smiling one of those extremely misbehavious smiles.
“Because I’ll get too poetical and the essay will be full of metaphors and you know what happened last time I wrote an essay like that.”
“ Yes, Professor Sprout was extremely confused why you had wrote that one of the plants looked like a baby on fire who is dancing waltz and you had no idea how to make her see the baby in that old tree.” Draco said as he stood up.
“ What is it? What’s wrong?” You asked.
“ I’ve got a bad feeling about tonight.”
“ What do you mean? Do you have any plans for the evening?” You knew that Draco was acting different after he had unwillingly joined the Death Eaters but that was something new.
“ No I don’t, it’s just a stupid feeling. Like I’d know that something bad is going to happen but I can’t prevent it. Do you know the feeling Y/N?” He asked as he grabbed you by your waist.
“Yeah I know that feeling,” you placed a kiss on his cheek. “We should be going back inside, it’s cold here.”
You spent the evening on your bed while writing the history essay. Pansy was one of your roommates here in Hogwarts, she was not the brightest nor the nicest girl in the school but you two got on well. “ ….the topic was even published in the muggles’ news papers although they said that it was an extremely strong storm. The end ! What do you think? ” You asked Pasny after you finished reading your essay out loud.
“ It’s brilliant, as always. You know you’re good with writing essays and other stuff like that.” Pansy said. “ So you think it’s OK? Good. Now let me hear yours .” You replied.
“ In 1876 the Minister of Magic stated that he had been involved in the …” You got carried away in your thoughts. You were somehow afraid. It wasn’t only because Draco had said that he had a bad feeling about the evening, it was the fact that you both felt the same way. You hadn’t told him but you also felt like something’s going to happen in any minute now.
“ How was it?” You hear Pansy ask.
“ OK, I guess.” You said after a moment of silence.
“ Great, let’s go to the common room, come on.” Pansy said as she pulled you by hand. You looked around when you arrived in the common room, you couldn’t see Draco.
“ Do you know where Draco is?” You asked from Goyle.
“ He went to sleep, I think.”
“ Oh, OK.” If you thought about it then it seemed absolutely normal it was quite late already.
After a while you also went to sleep. When you woke up on the next morning you had forgot the weird sensation you had had last night. You woke Pansy up and the both of you changed your clothes and went to have brakefast.
“ Y/N ! Can I talk to you for a minute? ” Professor McGonagall said as she rushed to you as you entered the hall. Everyone suddenly shut up and looked at you. Some of them were whispering something.
“ But of course.” You replied to McGonagall. She led you to her office and asked you to sit down. You had always had really good teacher- student relationship with professor McGonagall.
“When did you last see mister Malfoy?” She asked. You felt like you had just banged your head into a wall or something, this can’t be happening.
“ Last night, at about 5 o'clock. ” you said finally. “ What’s this about?” You asked with a shaking voice.
“ Well Y/n, it seems like Mr Malfoy has disappeared from the school territory. ” You were covered with cold sweat almost immediately.
“ This can’t be happening!” You said, this time out loud.

***Time skip***

“I heard, I’m so sorry Y/N,” Pansy said when you went back to your room, she had already had breakfast. You had never thought that Pansy would be so much help but she comforted you and helped you to get things straight inside your head.
“Can I borrow your owl? Mine is away at the moment,” you asked from Pansy.

“ Yeah, of course. We have to go to class now, you are still coming, right?” She replied.

“Yeah, you don’t have to wait for me. I’ll have to find my things before.”

“Are you sure? Just don’t do anything stupid, ok?” Pansy added before she walked out from the door. In the exact moment when the door closed you ran to your table, took a piece of paper and started writing a letter to your mom. Your family was not an usual family- your dad worked for the ministy and your mom worked for the Daily Prophet and they were both Death Eaters. The funny thing is that for Death Eaters the blood status is really important, so why did they have to adopt you? You once asked your dad about it but he ended up telling you about the neighbours cat and not answering your question. Your parents always told everyone that you were their child and only a close circle of friends knew that you were adopted by the age of 1. Somehow there were no rumours about your “parents” being Death Eaters, it was probably because they were both Ravenclaws and they tried to keep a low profile. Lately the things got a bit more difficult for your family. The Dark Lord had start to use your dad more and more to get information from the ministry- soon both of your parents had become part of The Dark Lord’s inner circle. You had managed to keep yourself away from it but you knew that the day when you’ll be threwn into the Dark Lord’s world, was getting closer and closer.
You looked at the blank paper and started thinking what to write. “ Is he away for the thing? I just need to know. I’m OK if you were wondering. Love, Y/N!” You couldn’t ask anything that would give out any clues of what are you writing about, the ministry had started to check some of the owls. You put the letter into an envelope and closed it. You grabbed your books and ran into the corridor, it didn’t matter that your parents were Death Eaters, you still didn’t risk to be late for Snape’s class.
The class was boring because you were supposed to sit alone, you usually sat beside Draco. On the next brake you sent out the letter to your mother. The rest of the day was also boring. You didn’t want to talk a lot because you were worried about Draco and also others didn’t want to talk to you because they knew you’d probably just say something sarcastic and walk away.
You were a bit disappointed when you didn’t receive a letter on the next day but you also knew that your owl wouldn’t have made it there and back again in such a short time. On the third day while you were eating lunch, an owl came. He wasn’t Pansy’s or yours, he was someone new. You read the letter.
“ Yes, I’m sorry but we need you too. Come to the room of requirement at 1AM and make sure no one follows you. Take the stuff you need with you. Oh and the owl you sent was not ready to fly back yet, this one is called Wilbur.” Not OK, not OK, so not okay. The potions class and defence against dark arts were a blizz. You kept thinking over and over how this is going to be the worst night of your life. You didn’t want to join the Death Eaters, you just wanted to live your life normally or as normally you could live it while being raised by two Death Eaters and dating another Death Eater.
***Time skip***
It was half past 12 at night and you started to pack your things. You quietly packed your bag and started to leave this place, suddenly you stepped on something that made an awful lot of sound. Pansy woke up
“ Where are you going?” She asked.
“To the toilet, just go back to sleep.” You never thought that this would work but Pansy did go to sleep.
You got out of your room and walked through the corridors of Hogwarts. You arrived on the corridor where the room of recuirement was supposed to be at 00.55 AM. The door appeared after you walked past it for three times, you were thinking about someone who could come to take you away. When you went in you saw a lot of objects laying around everywhere in the room, bottles, books, brooms, wands, papers, jewllery and lots of other stuff.
“ Finally, I’ve been here for a few minutes already. We better start going.” A strange woman’s voice said. As you walked closer you recognised her - it was Bellatrix Lastrange.
“I did come on time.” Was all you replied.
“ So nosey, you’re not like your parents then? They’re never stand out for themselves or something. ” Bellatrix said.
“Shut up!” You replied as you watched her straight into the eye.
“ Usually I could kill you right here and they wouldn’t even notice that there’s someone missing, so keep your inputs to yourself. But since The Dark Lord personally wished to see you I can’t do it,pitty.” Bellatrix had grabbed your hand. You pulled your hand out from Bellatrix’s grip, the Dark Lord wishes to see you personally? Why would he even know who you are? You were pretty sure thet the Dark Lord isn’t spending his free time with learning the family trees of all the Death Eaters.
Bella opened a cupboard looking wooden box that could fit at least 4 persons, “ It’s our ride to the manor,” she said as she stepped into it, “ Come on,” she added when she saw that you were not following her steps. You felt a weird dazzling sensation for a moment, then Bellatrix opened the door. You were not in Hogwarts anymore, you were in a room that must have looked marvellous about a 100 years ago, now it just looked old.
“ Y/N! Are you ok?” You heard your mom ask.
“ Oh yeah, Bellatrix took a good care of me as you can see,” you replied when you hugged your mom.
“Y/N, it’s not a time for your stupid jokes, this is all very serious. The Dark Lord wants to meet you, he didn’t tell us why exactly but we presume that he’s got an important job for you.”
“ Ughhh, that doesn’t sound too good does it?” You asked your mom when Bellatrix had left the room and there were only you two in the room.
“No, no it doesn’t.”
“When am I supposed to meet him?” You asked with a shaking voice.
“ He’s actually waiting for your arrival, he’s in the great hall.”
“ WHAT? Now? Right now???” You half screamed.
“ Yes, you better start going now and be polite! ”
“ Do I have to go alone?” You thought that you might get an heart attack.
“ I’m sorry but yes. Come on,” your mom said, she started to walk away and you follows her. You went upstairs and through a corridor. At the end of the corridor there was a huge door with a doorknob the size of a melon, you walked to it, your mom said something to you but you were too nervous to understand what she wanted to fell you. Your mom left and there you were, a frightened teenage girl who was about to meet Lord Voldemort. You knocked on the door and it slowly started to open up. “ I was expecting you Y/N!” You heard a man say as you stepped inside.

The first thing that you saw, when you stepped inside was a huge, and if you say huge you mean freaking gigantic snake, that must have been Nagini. You’ve heard stories about Nagini but you never thought that she would be so big and terrifying.

“I hope that you had no inconveniences with arriving in such an late hour?” a deep man voice said from your behind,you turned around and saw Lord Voldemort standing on the other side of the room.

“I’ve never traveled with a cupboard before but I’d say that I had no inconveniences with it, sir.” you replied but just as you had finished your sentence you felt like you should be a bit more careful with what you say.

“Sir? It’s been ages since I was last called sir, they usually finish their sentences with “my lord”, why did you use sir? Your foster parents use “my lord”.“ Voldemort said while he started moving closer to you.

” With all due respect, sir, I think that Death Eaters use “my lord” because you literally are their lord, I’m not a Death Eater so I thought that using sir would be more appropriate.“ You somehow managed not to mumble. Although you started wondering if using the word literally would be such a good thing to do when you are talking with the darkest wizard of all time.

” You’re kind of a brave girl, aren’t you?“ he replied. That’s it now he’s going to kill you, bye bye world- you thought.

"I wouldn’t say that, sir.” you replied quickly.

“ You know there is not many people who would turn their back to Nagini, but you did.” Damn, now he’s scaring you with his scary pet Anaconda. How many people would turn their back to Lord Voldemort you thought, but managed not to say it out loud.

“I’m not sure what to answer, sir.” You couldn’t reply something like “ Well I fear you more than I fear your snake.” now could you? Suddenly you felt something cold but smooth moving on your back, you turned your head a little bit and saw Nagini’s head on your shoulder, yes Nagini’s head on YOUR SHOULDER!!!!

“Nagini seems to like you Y/N, that’s not common.” Voldemort said.

“Y/N, ” Nagini said from your shoulder, you freaked out- this has never happened again, you did not speak parseltongue or at least you hadn’t spoken it or understood it before. Your face must have turned white or blue or whatever it turns when you freak out.

“ Nagini stop it, no need to scare her like tha…”

“Why do I understand parseltongue?” You asked with a terrified voice.

“This has nothing to do with Nagini, a person understands parseltoungue or doesn’t understand it, simple as that.” Voldemort replied.

“ I guess that they haven’t been very talk active then,” you said as you sat down on the floor next to Nagini “ sorry if that offended you somehow, I didn’t mean to.” You added when Nagini moved closer to you.
“That was the last missing piece, I’m sure now.”
“Sure of what, sir?”
“It’s a longer story but I’ll tell you the most important things. As you might have already understood family didn’t mean much to me, my parents… It’s not important, a few years ago I heard a rumour about having a younger brother, I didn’t know much about my family so I decided to find more out. Time went by and I found out that the rumour was true, I had had a brother, dead by now, and he had a daughter. He died not long after her birth and the girl was given to a friend of his to take care of. She raised her up with her husband. I thought that it will be it but a few months ago I got an idea, some of my duties that I let some death eaters take care of were done and followed with a lack of respect. I would like if she would be presented to the world as my heir and she will start helping me with smaller things.” Voldemort said.
“ And why am I here? Do I know her? Is she someone from Slytherin house?” You asked.
“ You know her very well Y/N, you are her." 

End of Part 1





Happy Birthday

HNGGGGG I SAW SOO MANY CUTESY HCS AND I CAN’T SO I HAVE TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM I SAW

THIS AND THIS AND GOT AN ADORABLE IDEA. (Plus I suck at anything other than fluff and angst)

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“AAHHHHH!” Mabel let out a shriek as another contraction forced itself through her body, an intense fireball of pain. “God, I wish these babies would hurry up and be born so I can see them. I bet they’ll be strong.” Mabel wheezed. Her husband gave her a small nod and a smile. “I bet they will be.” With a few supporting words, Henry left the room.

Henry would have stayed to comfort her, but he knew that Mabel could be a little, tiny bit, scary, when she was stressed. Plus, every scream had the lightbulbs sizzle, threatening to burst, thanks to her overprotective but good-intentioned demon brother, and he needed to help Dipper calm down.

Dipper, in his worry, would occasionally gather enough strength to maintain a physical body for a minute or two. Now, Henry could spot his brother-in-law, and have a nice talk about not sending himself into the hospital as well. “Dipper,” Henry chided, “you need to calm down. Seeing Mabel like this is hard enough, and I’ll have a heart attack with you getting your nerves up all the time.”

Dipper sighed, trying to keep his form as long as possible. “I know, I’m just worried. You think it’s easy boiling a lake everytime I get too emotional?” He let his form fade into the Dreamscape, calming his mind.

Yes, he was calm, he was cool, he was sure that he could control all his emotions. Nothing could get to him.  Except for the summoning calling him right that moment. No, no, no, no. no. Why did he have to be summoned now? Why now of all times? His nieces and nephew were about to be born he couldn’t leave.

No, he wouldn’t leave. He could supress it, right? He hadn’t ever really tried to supress a summon, but he could do it. He just needed to focus and block it out of his mind. Ignore the tug. Ignore the tug. Ignore the pleading, desperate tug. Ignore the pull that seemed so desperate, like it needed to be done. He needed to talk to his sister, maybe she could help him forget the pull.

“Mabel, I need your help.” Dipper asked shyly, not wanting to tear her from the minutes of peace she got between contractions. Mabel turned and looked at him, his face showing that this matter was serious. “What is it bro-bro?” She followed up with a smile. “I am being summoned. I can’t leave now and I need something to take my mind off it.” Her brother’s eyes rounded, like a kitten’s. “Hmmm. You can hold off summons? Why don’t you just go, make it quick, and come back? I don’t think you’ll miss muAAAAOOUUCH!” She screamed, cutting off her sentence.

Dipper started towards her, but she held up her hand. “I’m okay, I’m okay. Just do it quick, then you don’t have to worry. I’m sure it’ll be nice to get away from this stress.” Mabel beamed with happiness, and Dipper let out a labored sigh before popping to his summoner.

It was…not what he expected. The walls were red and faded, and the floor was messily swept clean of any leaves or debris. It looked more like a garage than a proper ritual room. In front of him was a older teen, about 18 or 19. She had long curly brown locks and soft brown eyes. Eyes that pleaded for help, and were mixed with fear.

“I need help, my dog, Caramel, she’s having babies and something went wrong and I’m so afraid that she’s gonna die and we need the money from the puppies please won’t you please help me?” A stream of unsteady, scared words fell from her lips.

Dipper normally would have questioned her logic as to why summoning a demon would be a good idea, but seeing as he was in a rush, that he had heard of far stranger reasons for calling a demon, and that the situation seemed incredibily coindecental, he let it slide, and focused on her deal.

“I would just straight up help you, since I’m pressed for time, but I need something from this deal too.” He spoke quickly. “You can have one of the puppies if that’s alright.” She answered. That wasn’t a bad idea, and it gave him a better idea for when he returned. “Deal.” He said, shaking hands with her, blue flames crawling up both their arms.

“Where is he?” Mabel looked at Henry who paced in the room. “If he’s late he’s going to be SO mad.” “Calm down he said he was summoned and would be back ASAP. Besides, the kids aren’t ready yet, so hold your horses.” Mabel smiled, but she was worried too. The babies would be born soon, and Dipper would be crushed if he couldn’t be there.

Pop!

“I’m back! I didn’t miss anything did I?” Dipper returned corporeal, with a small black puppy in his hands. “No, uh Dipper, why do you have a puppy that looks like it was just born?” Henry questioned.

“She was. ” He smiled, handing the puppy to Henry. “But who’s going to watch her? Are we keeping her, who’s training her?” Henry asked, looking at the tiny Labrador pup. “All of us! It’s a perfect early birthday gift Dip!” Mabel hugged her brother. “Thank you.”

The demon smiled. “ Anytime.”

I'm fine - Derek Hale     (Requested )


 Authors note: Hey guys! this is my first one shot I hope you enjoy it! Keep on sending requests! and if you don’t ask for a name, I’ll make it Y/N so people can write there on name in there instead *wink wink* I thought I’d make a one shot about this as it was requested and yeah. MY WRITING will get better!  Here you go <3
 Synopsis: Derek gets overprotective during your pregnancy.
 Word count:  562 hella short but I’ll make it longer soon.
 Warnings: A very overprotective Derek

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Hc that kyoutani volunteers at his neighborhood animal shelter and one day a new person starts volunteering and mad dog turns into an even more awkward lovestruck puppy

{ We received this while our ask box was opened for requests, so we weren’t sure if you wanted a scenario or if you were just sending in a headcanon, so I wrote it anyways. Hope you like it! - Admin Jay }

Kyoutani Kentarou is the kind of person who is often misunderstood. Due to his brooding and gruff nature, paired with his lack of social skills, he is often thought to be intimidating and unfriendly. As he grew in stature over the years, his features also sharpened, causing him to be labelled a delinquent due to his appearance. However, if one were to really get to know Kyoutani, they would find that he is actually a kind-hearted soul.

It was a Monday when it happened. Kyoutani was on his way to the neighbourhood animal shelter where he worked as a volunteer. He would usually go once every week, but because of exams and the volleyball tournament, he did not have the time for almost two months. Now that school was out for spring break, he had the time to go there every day. It had been a long time since he got the chance to see all the animals he loved so dearly, and despite it not being outwardly obvious, Kyoutani was bubbling with excitement.

As he crossed the familiar threshold of the animal shelter, the scent that filled his nose was one that calmed him greatly. After the greeting the old lady that ran the shelter, Kijima-san, he made a beeline for the dog pens, seeking out one puppy in particular. However, he was met with an empty pen. No friendly puppy waiting for him as per usual, tail thumping behind it. His stomach dropped and he almost wanted to cry. Given he should be happy that the puppy had been adopted, but the attachment he had to that one puppy was very strong. After all, he had been helping to look after the puppy since it was born here at the shelter. Gathering himself, Kyoutani was about to walk away to carry out his other duties when a familiar bark came from behind him, followed by rapid scurrying.

Whipping around, Kyoutani was met with an adorable Rottweiler puppy pawing at the bottom of his jeans. Relief hit him immediately and a rare genuine smile appeared on his face as he bent down to pick the puppy up, hugging the furball to his chest and allowing the puppy to lick at his face. “I missed you too, buddy.” He muttered softly, looking down at the puppy fondly. Distracted by the puppy in his arms, his usually sharp senses failed to pick up on the approaching footsteps.

“Hiro!” A melodic voice called out, prompting him to spin around abruptly, eyes alert. What he did not expect though, was to come almost face-to-face with an angel. You had a startled expression on your face upon seeing him, but it was surprise he saw in your eyes, not fear. And that alone was enough to cause a faint pink to tint his cheeks. You tilted your head slightly in curiosity before flashing him a bright smile. “You must be Kyoutani-san, right? I’m (y/n)!” Kyoutani could only manage a grunt, mentally slapping himself for that. It was rare for someone to speak to him in a friendly manner, especially someone as ethereal as the being before him. Of course he would screw it up, he thought to himself sarcastically. However, he was pleasantly surprised when you merely chuckled at his response. “I just started volunteering here a month ago. Kijima-san told me about you! Said you come often and we’re around the same age. Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other from now on. Let’s get along well!” You chirped brightly, sweet smile still on your face. Kyoutani swore he could almost see a halo circling your head like a crown, heat rushing to his face immediately at the thought.

Missing Hale

Requested?: yup yup!

Author: Hali

Pairing: Liam x Reader 

Warnings: noneee

“What the hell was that?” asked Stiles as something zoomed in front of his Jeep as he and Scott were driving back to Beacon Hills after they’ve dropped Kira to stay with the Skin Walkers (A/N: le cries). Stiles quickly swerved out the way when the thing zoomed in front of the Jeep again, and both boys got out.

“Is it a werewolf?” asked Stiles as he looked at his best friend who’s nose was flaring, like he was trying to smell something, as he looked into the night sky. Stiles knew it was a dumb question, but he’s Stiles so he asked anyway. 

“Yeah, but it’s really hard to catch her scent because its so windy” he said right before the wolf zoomed past almost knocking the pair off their feet. Scott must have gotten tired of it because he got on all fours and roared as loud as he could when he came face to face with the wolf. The wolf whimpered and slowly walked away until she slowly transformed…into a human? She was a few feet away and was curled in a fetal position, slightly shaking because of the cold wind. 

“Malia part 2 much?” said Stiles, with a hint of sarcasm, still struck by what just happened, even though he saw it happen before. Scott looked at him like ‘really bruh??’ but instead he just said “go get some blankets”. Stiles rushed to the back of his Jeep to get some blankets (A/N: don’t get any ideas ya nasty :’D). The two slowly approached the girl trying not to scare her more than she already was. They wrapped the blankets around her shoulders, and lower area, and managed to get her into the Jeep. In no time she was asleep, so the two found this a good time to have a conversation with their other friends.

“What do you want Stiles? It’s 2 in the morning” groaned Lydia as he answered the phone. He made a group call with him and the pack

“Yes I know, but listen…we found a wolf?” 

“You found a wolf?” questioned Malia

“Ooo is it a lady wolf?” asked Liam but they all ignored him.

“Yeah…and Scott roared…possibly a little too loud…and now she’s, uh, human.” explained Stiles as best he could. 

“Look guys, just get back to Beacon Hills and get a good nights rest. We’ll figure this out in the morning.” said Lydia. And that they did.

~Tomorrow~ 

“Y/N Hale” said Stiles slamming the police files onto the library table where the whole pack was sitting. Everyone was surprised to hear that she was a Hale, and continued to listen to Stiles. 

“It says she disappeared 3 years ago when she was 12,” he continued.

“Well, Derek’s gone, Peter’s in Eichen, who’s she going to live with?” asked Scott. 

“She could live with me” suggested Liam, but once again everyone ignored him. 

“She can stay with me. I’ve always wanted a little sister” said Malia.

~Later~

“Ok, Y/N. This is Liam, Malia, Lydia and Mason. They’re our friends.” said Scott in almost a baby voice

“You’re talking to a 15 year old not a new born puppy.” said Malia as she took y/n’s arm. She chuckled and met Liam’s blue eyes. He smiled which caused her to blush.

“You’re going to be staying with me. We’re going to teach you how to control these wolfy powers.” said Malia leading y/n to her car. She turned her head and got one last glimpse of Liam who smiled and waved.

Baby Bump (Nebraska and Jake)

“Can you make a cute one with Jake and Nebraska, pregant with bump fluff? Mabye interacting with it or so?”

A/N: So I kinda did two things here. In the other prompt I did with grownup Jake and Nebraska, they had two kids, so I’m going to do both pregnancies? I hope you enjoy!

~Madison~

“Babe? Where are you?” Jake asked as he entered the house. It had been quiet when he entered which was a bit unusual. Nebraska was on bed rest for the remaining two weeks of her pregnancy, so he usually found her on the couch with the television on. But it was silent, and that worried him a bit. “Nebraska?”

He walked into the living room to find his wife asleep on the couch, curled up with a pillow beneath her head. Jake smiled and walked over, gently kissing her forehead, but tried not to wake her. She hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and Jake could only hope that somehow after his baby girl was born that Nebraska could get more rest.

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seijousmaddog  asked:

*whispers* iwaoi??

*whispers back* ofc i love iwaoi

who cooks normally?: 
Oikawa once tried to cook for Iwaizumi, but it resulted in the kitchen burning down, and firefighters saving his dumb ass. When Iwaizumi came back home, he was so close to yelling at Oikawa because that dumbass could have killed himself, but when Oikawa explained to him that it was to surprise him with a romantic dinner, Iwaizumi burst out laughing. After laughing for a solid 5 minutes, Iwaizumi replied with: “You’re the biggest idiot on the Earth. Nobody has ever done something like this for me, and yet here you are trying, and failing miserably. Don’t try that bullshit again, or I’ll murder you.” 

how often do they fight?:
It’s usually just Oikawa pissing Iwaizumi for fun, but they don’t actually fight. Besides, even if they do, they make up within a day later, so it’s all good.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:
Oikawa will always complain no matter what. Even if Iwaizumi is away for less than a day, he’ll start whining. Iwaizumi thinks annoying but also kinda cute, and will try to call or text Oikawa as much as possible. But Oikawa says it’s not the same.

nicknames for each other?:
You can’t believe how much Oikawa complained about Iwaizumi never giving him a cute nickname because he’s cute and deserves one. Iwaizumi angrily said, “Why would I use a nickname for you? Isn’t Kusoikawa enough? And besides, I don’t need something like that when I’d rather just call you Tooru. It’s much cuter than any nicknames anyways.” 

Cue Oikawa becoming a blushing mess.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:
They both agreed that they would split the bill. Unless one of them forgot their wallet or Iwaizumi makes Oikawa pay because of something dumb he did.

who steals the covers at night?:
Oikawa tends to roll around in his sleep, taking whatever blanket or pillow with him. Of course Iwaizumi is pissed when he wakes up without any covers, so he just takes them all back.

what would they get each other for gifts?:
Iwaizumi would get Oikawa a book about volleyball related injuries as a passive-aggressive of way of telling him he’s working too damn hard. Oikawa would get anything Godzilla related as a gag gift, and then reveal that the actual present is himself. But when Oikawa tried doing that, Iwaizumi instantly fell in love with the gift, smiling and thanking him (while using his first name). Oikawa swore he heard new born puppies, and can’t tell him it was a joke present. There’s absolutely no way he can do that anymore.

who remembers things?:
They both do, but Oikawa is the one that mentions it more.

who cusses more?:
“Fucking shit!”
“GASPS!!! IWA-CHAN THAT’S NOT SOMETHING YOU SHOULD SAY!!! It’s very un-gentleman like.”

what would they do if the other one was hurt?:
That honestly depends. If Oikawa hurt himself and told Iwaizumi that he’s in pain, Iwaizumi’s response would be: “Ok and I care why?????”. But if someone hurt Oikawa, Iwaizumi would be very pissed off. Oikawa usually asks Iwaizumi is he needs his boo-boos to be kissed, and that only results in Iwaizumi hitting him. Although, if someone did hurt Iwaizumi, would smile through his teeth, demanding to know how hurt him, and probably punch them.

who kissed who first?:
Iwaizumi kissed Oikawa to shut him up. It worked for about 5 seconds until Oikawa started complaining about their first kiss not being romantic enough, and that he deserves another kiss.

who made the first move?:
Oikawa did. It happened while him and Iwaizumi where watching a movie together. Iwaizumi wanted to make it, but wasn’t sure if Oikawa was into men, so he just waited. Oikawa slowly started moving his hands until it touched Iwaizumi’s hand, and when Iwaizumi turned to look at Oikawa, he saw the blush on Oikawa’s face and intertwined their fingers together.

who started the relationship?:
There was one time, Iwaizumi ignored Oikawa for an entire day because Oikawa kept talking about his crush, which pissed him off to no end. When Oikawa finally got a hold of Iwaizumi, he complained that he didn’t listen to how great Iwa-chan was. Iwaizumi was confused and asked him if he was talking about his crush or himself. Oikawa said that Iwa-chan was his crush, and that now Iwa-chan owes him a date for being rude.