when the mummy walks

“When You Love Someone”

Summary: (based on the song written by James TW.) Divorced parents imagine…

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You bent down to your knees and straightened out your ten-year-old son’s clothing. You tucked his white shirt inside his khakis and zipped up his sweater. You took his shoe laces and double knotted each of them. You looked at your boy; his eyes were just like yours but his facial features a younger replica of his father. “You be good in school today, alright?” you sounded hopeful. The effects of divorced parents were definitely taking a toll on him.

He nodded, “Yes, mum.”

You put the straps of his Spider-Man backpack over his shoulders. “You’re going to your dad’s house tonight, are you excited?”

He just shrugged. His eyes were avoidant. Your son was tapping his feet, his hands fidgeting. He was getting antsy as you got him ready for school. “Is your sleeping bag packed?” you asked him. He nodded. “Good,” you smiled, “Daddy will pick you up after school. Have you memorized Mummy’s number?” He nodded again. “I want you to ring me if you need anything, okay?” You son nodded. “Take care your sister, okay?” Another nod. “Say ‘yes, Mummy,’” you instructed.

“Yes, Mummy,” he said forcibly.

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anonymous asked:

imagine P teach little alfie how to walk and shes always cmon alfie if you walk you can play with me all day

“C’mere, Alfie!” She’d grin, waving her hands at her brother as she sat on the floor, opposite Harry who had a video camera in his hands, with her legs spread wide and a grin on her lips, “are you gon’a walk? You can walk!”

“I don’t think he will,” a heavily-pregnant missus would tease from the sofa, her legs kicked up and curled beneath her, a smile on her lips as she ran a hand over her small bump, “he’s too wobbly on his legs right now. He’s only just learnt to stand, remember?”

“Hey now, missus,” Harry would frown, “this is on tape. You think our son will want to hear how unsupportive you were of his first steps?” He’d laugh, keeping the camera aimed at his two kids as he sat on the floor with his legs stretched, opposite Darcy, as he wiggled his toes, “come on now. Come on, Bugger. Prove to mummy you can walk.”

“’cause when you can walk, we can play together!” Persephone would grin, clapping her hands together, as Harry chuckles and looks towards the missus who was staring in awe, “come on, Alfie. Come walk to me. Then we can play games and run in the garden together.” xx

Absence (Request)

Y/N and Harry have a 2 year old daughter and Y/N goes on vacation with friends and leaves Harry at home with the toddler who just wants her mummy and cries until she comes back?


You hadn’t been on a proper vacation for over three years.

Not that you were complaining; as much as you enjoyed taking off to someplace nice with Harry whenever you got the chance, you wouldn’t trade your new job for anything. Sure, it kept you home bound a lot, but you absolutely loved being a mom.

The moment your daughter, Hannah, had been born, both you and Harry had completely fallen in love. You were more than happy to stay home with her every single day and Harry specifically turned down certain gigs that he thought were too long or too far away. When he was at home with the two of you, he spent a ton of time with Hannah. You had to almost force him to come to bed with you at night; he insisted on standing in Hannah’s room, watching her as she slept to make sure that she was always okay and breathing.

As a toddler, Hannah was definitely a daddy’s girl. She had Harry wrapped around her little finger and his arms calmed her when she was hurt or teething or tired. But she had never really been alone with him for an extended period of time. Since the day she had been born, Harry had never stayed with her while you were out for more than a day. She wasn’t used to Harry trying to get her ready for bed and putting her down to sleep. That was something that the two of you did, and Hannah relied on that consistency. She loved her daddy, but Harry was not you.

The one thing you had noticed so far in Hannah’s life was that she seemed to be a bit of a nervous child. She was naturally pretty quiet and always clung to you whenever other children or adults approached her, hiding behind you or Harry until you had to almost force her to be polite and say hello. When things in her normal schedule became interrupted in some way, she didn’t take that very well. She was a lot like you in that regard; needing a set schedule and consistency across the board. If anything threw that schedule off, you were in for a lot of tears.

That’s why it took you so long to commit to going away for a weekend with your girlfriends. You knew that Hannah would not adjust well to you being gone for two nights, even if Harry was home with her the whole time.

“You have to be able to leave her sometimes.” Harry had coaxed. “The longer you wait, the harder it’ll be.”

You knew he was right, and you knew that she would likely be fine after the initial distress had worn off but it still made you feel something that your friends had described as “mom guilt”. You were leaving your baby and that made you feel bad, even if you were leaving her with her father. She was still just barely two and had never gone to sleep without you there before.

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anonymous asked:

I love the idea of Harry having a sibling (preferably a little sister) could you do one about how their relationship would be pretty please?


What if the Potters had found themselves on the flip side of the prophecy, and Neville had been The Chosen One? They might have had their chance at happily ever after.

FFN    AO3

Chapter Two: Broomsticks and Little Sisters

“Muuuummmmyyyyy, that baby has my broomstick again!”

Lily closed her eyes and steadied herself against the stove. She took a deep breath.

Twenty sodding seconds of peace to put bread in the oven, was that too much to ask? 

Yes, apparently.

Another deep breath.

She plastered a smile on her face and stepped into the hall.

“Now, Harry darling,” she said, careful to keep her tone even, “‘that baby’ is your sister and you shouldn’t be cross with her—” but her  speech was interrupted by the baby in question, who zoomed through the hall, cackling, swerved as Lily lunged for her, and crashed headlong into the door. She fell to the floor heavy thump and burst into tears. Lily scooped the heaving, squirming mess into her arms and set her on a hip.

“There’s a girl,” she soothed, “it’s alright, Mummy’s got you.”

Harry snatched the broomstick off the floor and glared at the baby on Lily’s hip. “No, Sissy. This is MY broomstick.”

“Harry. You were given a brand new big boy broomstick not two weeks ago for your birthday.”

“Yes, Mummy, but this one’s mine, too!”

And it was his. Of course it was his. Lily knew he slept with it, even though it’d been too small for months. Still, he was four, and able to learn a thing or two about sharing.

No little boy needs two broomsticks, at least not 100% of the time.

James may say otherwise, of course, but James was at a match with Padfoot, and she was home with their children. They were rebelling against her, and it didn’t much matter to her at the moment what James would think about the broomstick business later.

Deep breath.

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Your child curses (requested) - Preference #75


Dan - 

You were in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner when your four year old son walked in. “Mummy, I don’t want that.” He pointed his chubby finger towards the cutting board. “You have to Y/S/N, vegetables are good for you.” You said, glancing down at him, he really was a mini Dan. From the black hair to hatred of vegetables. “Fuck no!” You nearly choked, and you immediately knelt down eye-level to him. “Sweetie, where did you hear that?” You asked, ready to kill whoever taught your son that word. And you had a suspicion, of who the culprit was. “Daddy!” He happily answered, “I like the word. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He began singing. “DAN!”


Phil - 

“Daddy, I want an ice cream.” Y/D/N said, from Phil’s shoulders. “You have to finish your lunch first.” You said before Phil could answer, because if you hadn’t cut in he would have succumbed to her adorable pout. “But, I’m not hungry!” She tried, but you weren’t budging. “No, Y/D/N. You can get some after lunch.” “God damn it!” Both you and Phil stopped walking abruptly. “Y/D/N! Who taught you that word?” Phil asked, he wasn’t big on cursing so he was surprised. “Mummy said it when she was driving!” You gave a sheepish smile and nervously laughed, “Heh. She’ll forget it!" 


Time Out Rebellion

Hello, my loves! So I left for a camping trip on Friday and I got back yesterday, but I was incredibly tired and I’ve come down with the flu, which is the reason I’ve not updated in a while and I’m incredibly sorry. I hope you all enjoy this part.

Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Put them into my ask box and I’ll try and fire as many parts out as I can over the next few days. Thank you! xx

Emilia was a chancer, there had been no doubt about it ever since she had found out that her feet were able to propel her towards things. So now at three years old, she was well aware of the speed and power she could move at using her feet, so when Harry had assured you that he would be fine for the day while you and Gem went for massages - a pregnancy one for you - it was understandable that you were a little nervous.

“Bye honey, I love you. You too, mister. I’ll see you both when I get back, okay? Have a good Father-Daughter bonding day,” you said to your husband, and the girl cuddled up in her fathers arms.

“And we love you. Don’t we, Poppet?” He said and she nodded into his neck, letting a little yawn pass from her lips. You opened your mouth to assure him that you could stay home but he cut you off with a smirk. “We’ll be fine. If I need anything I’ll call, just go have fun with Gemma and relax. I love you both,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, before leaning down, and pressing a kiss your bump that seemed to be getting bigger every single day now.

“Bye Mumma. Love you,” Emilia mumbled into Harry’s neck making you smile, before telling her how much you and her little brother loved her and walking out of the door, into the waiting car Gemma was sitting in.

“What should we do now, Poppet?” Harry asked Emilia. “Shall we put you down for a nap?” Her eyes widened and she shot off of his chest looking at him, shaking her head. “Were you kidding you were tired to Mumma?” Harry asked raising his eyebrows. Her face turned into a smirk as she wiggled to get down on the ground.

“We have chocolate?” She asked with a wide smile. Harry took her hand and led her into the kitchen. He took out the tin full of little bars of chocolate, opened it and placed it in front of her.

“Pick two,” he emphasized the number. She nodded taking a fun size Milky Way and Twix out of the tin before running out of the kitchen and into the living room to continue watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse that was currently playing. Harry turned his back to the living room to make himself a cup of coffee, and turning back, he noticed Emilia eating more sweets, opening the packages quietly so he couldn’t hear.

“Emilia-Anne Rose Styles!” He said and she dropped the Mars bar that she was eating onto the floor, her mouth dropping that he had caught her. “I told you to take two only!” He was disappointed that she had disobeyed him. “I think we need to put you in a time out. Let’s go,” he took her hand and sat her on the third step up that was renamed ‘time-out step’, and she didn’t like that step.

“Daddy! No, Daddy! Don’t,” Harry shook his head and placed her on the step walking back into the kitchen. Emilia waited until he was in there and then he heard her little footsteps running through the living room. He placed his coffee mug onto the counter and sighed, following her.

“Emilia-Anne! Stop it, now,” he said sternly, picking her up as he reached her sitting on the sofa, walking her back to the step and placing her on it.

“Daddy, please don’t! Daddy, no!” She started to scream, but Harry held his own and shook his head.

“Three minutes, Emilia. If you run away again, I’ll add time,” he said sternly, walking into the living room and turning the TV off. When he turned back around she was sat at the living room door, peering in. “Emilia-Anne,” he warned, going over and picking her up once more, placing her onto the step. “Four minutes now,” he said and walked away once again. Her screams hurt him. He hated disciplining her, and he wished he didn’t need to, but she wasn’t going to turn out spoiled. Sure, she was spoiled, but she wasn’t going to get away with everything.

She ran into the living room while Harry wandered back into the kitchen. He repeated the process he’d been repeating the past few times she ran out. “Five minutes now, Emilia. If you do it again it will be six. Do you understand?” The tears running down her cheeks started to soften him up a little. She nodded, rubbing her eyes, and Harry walked away into the kitchen to return to his coffee. He leaned his elbows on the counter, rubbing his hands over his face, feeling extremely guilty for disciplining his daughter, but he had to.

Five minutes later, Harry walked over to the small girl who was sitting on the step, leaning against the wall. “Emilia, Daddy put you in time out for a reason, do you know why?” She nodded, looking ashamed. Harry waited for her to explain to him why, and finally she opened her mouth.

“I took chocolate that didn’t belong to me when I had already had two,” she explained and Harry nodded.

“And what do you say?” He pushed.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll never take more again,” she whispered, he smiled and opened his arms, finally allowing her to jump into them.

“Now, why don’t we go watch a movie, cuddle on the sofa with a blanket, and when Mummy comes home we can go for a walk to the park?” She nodded into Harry’s neck, making him smile, and press a kiss to her cheek.


“Hello, my loves,” you shouted as you arrived through the door three hours later, now stress free and well relaxed.

“Hi, baby. How was your massage?” You moaned in reply thinking back to it.

“It was incredible. I missed you both though,” you smiled walking into the sitting room, seeing both of them cuddled under a blanket, you squeezed onto the sofa beside them, pulling some blanket over you, and kissing Harry softly, before kissing Emilia on the head.

“How’s our baby boy been?” Harry asked, reaching to rub your bump.

“Kicking every three seconds. But I love it,” you smiled, as Harry rubbed gently where he could feel him kick, as you watched the film Emilia had obviously chosen - Frozen - and cuddled with your husband, baby girl, and unborn baby boy, and this was were you wanted to stay for the rest of your life.


Psycho Pass 2 Niconico Live

Sakura Ayane gives out her answer on how to bring out sex appeal. Part 2 / Part 1

Sakura Ayane: Putting your hand on your should and posing, should be it.

Hanazawa Kana: Yeah.

Sakura Ayane: If it’s with the shoulders it would be like this.

Announcer: Somehow I feel like an egyptian mummy.

Kimura Ryohei: Then when I walk around town I should walk like this.

Sakura Ayane: Yup. The neck too.

Kimura Ryohei: Or I should walk like this.

Sakura Ayane: And the head too.

Hanazawa Kana: That looks nice.

Kimura Ryohei: Like this?

Sakura Ayane: No that’s not it.

Nojima Kenji: It looks like it’s raining.

So, I might be the last one who gets this, but I have not seen any post about it, so here I go:

I watched some bits and pieces again from “Mummy” and I noticed when Clara and 12 walked into the cabin the first time (with the singer) you can hear the song start and then they talk about the recreation of the orient express and then comes the part with “sad smile” the song goes on the whole time and normally there would come the part

“I wanna make a supersonic MAN out of you” (I checked the lyrics) but the song is edited in that way, that when they stop talking for a moment it goes

“I wanna make a supersonic WOMAN out of you”.

It is an actual part from the song, but comes way later. The tempo of the song is only in the beginning and in the end a bit slower, the rest is faster, so my deduction is, they edited it extra this way. They could have left it easily with the “man” part, but noooo.. do you see what I mean?

This “no romance” is so obvious now a lie!

And of course the song is a pure foreshadowing of the end.

“Don’t stop me now” Clara does not want to stop travelling with the Doctor. We knew it from the start how the episode would end.