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This has nothing to do w/ anything and I know people have talked about it before BUT I want to as well. Usually my metas tend to be angsty af and then end on a hopeful note, and this will probably be no exception. But anyway, a delve into Victor’s love of fairytales!

I can recall on 2 occasions Victor specifically comparing Yuuri to a fairytale.

Which may not seem like a lot but we have 12 episodes and if something is pointed out twice in a story, it has some amount of significance. Anyway, I just think it’s so damn cute that Victor considers Yuuri prince-like. Even the visuals and story of On Love: Eros is like a fairytale!

We go on about how extra Victor is (and he 200% is…that 50s pink cadillac tho) but I wanna here more about how much of a true romantic Victor is. 

This entire thing is like an hc-palooza courtesy of me. Here we go!

I like to think of a little Victor, watching all these fairytale movies–Disney or otherwise–and dreaming of one day finding a prince of his own.

A 12 year old Victor with his first real crush, staring at a pretty boy with darker hair and kind eyes in one of his classes or at the rink. Victor thought he had found his prince, until one day the affection faded and his mind focused on other things. 

A teenage Victor, going through various relationships like others would go through clothing. He’s a busy young man after all, and no one seems to want to look beyond the Victor Nikiforov on screen, one the ice, and actually date him. Victor starts to wonder if there is a prince out there for him. 

Victor as a young adult, still a romantic at heart, but has pretty much entirely lost hope on finding his true love. No one sticks around, and he hasn’t found anyone he cares deeply enough about to chase. Victor’s lonely, to put it simply. He sits up at night sometimes, and watches all those fairytales from when he was a child. Victor smiles sadly at the end of them all, and dreams of a prince of his own. 

And Victor in his late 20s, as we see him pre-series. He’s frosted with depression and loneliness; the never-ending cold discs of metal, the isolation from other skaters, people kissing up to him left and right. Everything is predictable. He’s running out of motivation, out of ideas. Victor knows people only want him as what they see when he performs. It’s a saddening thought, that Victor is not lovable as himself. Some people were not meant to find a true love, he supposes.

Until one night, a night we all know well. 

The Sochi GPF banquet. Victor is intrigued by this attractive man flitting through the room, clearly intoxicated, but with this charming energy no one can resist. Not even Yuri Plisestky, himself pulled into a dance with Japan’s Yuuri Katsuki. 

Victor manages to escape from his sponsors to laugh and point and take pictures from the sidelines. Yuuri whirls past him and the way the light shines on his hair and eyes makes Victor’s breath catch and his heart skip. 

Victor watches as Yuuri dances with Chris–and wow, is that a show and a half. Yuuri strides over to Victor and holds him in place, hips shaking and Victor can only stare on in wonder. This beautiful, energetic, charming young man is staring up at him, like he’s the only person in the room. Victor can’t understand Japanese, but that doesn’t matter–what matters is the warmth of Yuuri’s body, the sparkle of his eyes, and the earnestly fond tone he speaks with. Victor’s heart is beating out of his chest and he can’t imagine this moment getting better until-

Be my coach, Victor!

Victor’s face flushes with a little gasp and he can’t find it in himself to refuse the request or the next dance they share together. 

As Victor laughs spins and smiles like he hasn’t since child, looking at Yuuri all the while, he can feel it in his chest. 

A prince. A prince is with him!

And oh, when Yuuri dips him low, the lights above framing his face and hair like a halo, Victor knows that his prince has finally come for him. 

GROWING UP

they say there was a child here,
once,
who stood where these gravebound feet tread.

they say these bloodhound hands used to belong
to an innocent
who never imagined the taste of iron
    or sharks with a nose for wounded memories.

they say this child counted shooting stars
    and saw miracles instead of flaming plummets.
they say this child heard church bells as prayers, not death knells.
              this child tasted rain on the wind, but never wildfires and gunsmoke.

they say this child was beautiful
                              was golden
                              was winged like angels and haloed like gods.

they say this child vanished, one day.
they say this child left one day and didn’t come home again.
they say this child has never been seen since that day.

they do not know that this child is buried
    between the rows of my ribs lined up like headstones.
they do not know that this child’s crying voice
    claws up my throat with each rasping breath, each gasping sigh.
they do not know that this child made a home
    out of the four chambers of my heart beating like battledrums.
they do not know that this child is here,
    still
           now
                   today

trapped somewhere between bloodhound hands and gravebound feet,
                                 between headstone ribs and battledrum heart,
this child is here, still–

–and sometimes, when I face a mirror and speak my own name just right
     softly, gently, kindly
this child rises like a ghost between my eyes and the glass
and I swear I can almost remember what it looked like
     when this child smiled.

BTS Reaction to Holding Their Child for the First Time

Jin: This would be such a special moment for Jin. I feel that Jin would really love to be a father, and now that his baby was finally here, he’d be super ecstatic. He’d be all smiles and coos, carefully holding the baby in his arms as he rocked it back and forth gently. And if the baby held onto his finger or smiled at him, he’d rave to his wife about it and take pictures of his child being absolutely adorable.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Suga: Suga would be hesitant to take the baby out of his tired wife’s arms. I mean, the baby was just once in his lovers belly but now they’re here. In the flesh and beautiful, just like he imagined them to be. He’d slowly take the baby and hold them close to his chest, sitting on the bed next to his wife and taking hold of her hand. If the baby started to make any noises he’d freak out, apologizing to the little human. And when the baby opened it’s eyes and smiled at Yoongi, he would deny anyone that said tears welled up in his eyes out of love.

Originally posted by keepingupwithbts

J-Hope: He’d be so excited to hold his newborn child. He’d talk to them constantly, rocking them back and forth as he told them about everything in hospital room. From their mother to the view outside he’d show his child everything and talk and kiss them softly. He’d gush whenever the baby would make little noises, and when the baby held onto his finger, he’d melt on the spot, fangirling to his wife about how their baby actually knew who he was! He knew talking to the baby bump would make a difference.

Originally posted by iamlatinaandilovekpop

Rap Monster: Rap Monnie would be such a caring and understanding father and he’d love his child from the moment they came out into the open world. He’d love to read to his child; from fantasy to history he loved how the baby would curl up in his chest and fall asleep to the vibrations he’d make while reading aloud. He’d give this baby so much love, kissing their head softly and making sure they were well taken care of. And when the baby would smile at him, his heart would swell. He and his wife had made this beautiful person, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Originally posted by kazumitatzumi

Jimin: He’d be hesitant at first, since when his wife handed him their child they started to cry. But after a few panicked seconds he’d rock the baby back and forth, babbling sweet words to make them calm down. After that moment though, the baby was all eyes; curious at the world and at Jimin. They’d stare up at him with wide innocent eyes and Jimin would stare back, internally panicking. What if they didn’t know him? But when the baby broke out into his own smile with their eyes scrunched up like his did, he couldn’t help but smile back, not knowing his wife captured both of their identical smiles.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

V: My heart can’t take the idea of Kim Taehyung as a father. Like, words can’t accurately describe what he’d be like when he holds his child for the first time. It’d be like a multicolored sunset, deep kisses in the rain, hot chocolate and fuzzy socks on a cold day; just perfect. V would leave many kisses on any part of his baby’s face. He’d love running his finger over the baby’s soft cheeks, cooing at them and whispering words of love to them in his Daegu dialect. Lord help us when this child smiles or holds their father’s hand. Angels will sing, and Tae’s smile and look of love he’d send his child and wife, I just. I can’t. Cancer will be cured at that moment, I guarantee.

Originally posted by bangthebae

Jungkook: This cutie will try to act nonchalant about holding his child for the first time. But he can’t stop the smile pulling at the corners of his lips when he finally gets to cuddle his baby. He’d like to hold the baby close to his chest as he hugged his wife. It made him feel complete and full of love when his family were close like this. And when the baby smiles for the first time or grabs onto his pointer finger, expect Kookie to take thousands of pictures and smile along with them. He’d rant about how beautiful they are and how he was so lucky to have such a healthy and happy baby.

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Father's Day - Luke Hemmings

A/N: Okay so I’m really not happy with this, like at all, but I promised to write and this has taken me so long so here it is please don’t hate me I have another idea that’s going to be a series I think, anyways this is here, probs the shittiest I’ve written in a while so I’ll maybe delete it and redo it later for a proper Father’s Day one but I’ll stop and let you put yourselves through this if you dare ;)


You were lying cuddled into your pillows when your racing child thundered into your room at a speed that shouldn’t be run at considering the early hour unless you were one of those insane marathon runners. You faked sleep wondering if your little boy would calm down if he saw you sleeping rather than continue to race around. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him it was just that lately you’d been tired, not of him, but in general, Luke, your husband of five years had been away for almost two months and you were more than ready for him to come home. You missed him so much and you knew your little boy missed him enormously too.

‘Muma!’ He whisper shouted near your ear. 'Yes Jack?’ You’d asked whispering more gently. 'Are you awake?’ He asks and you open an eye carefully. At 4.36 am you didn’t want to be but you were. 'Yes sweet heart, I am, come cuddle with muma, go around to daddy’s side of the bed and crawl under the covers baby.’ You whisper an arm snaking out and ruffling his blonde hair gently, finger sweeping around to tap his little button nose so similar to Luke’s when he was a child. He smiles widely and skips around the bed to clamber up and in with you.

At age four he was by no means over cuddles, not so much in public but certainly at home he was his fathers son, cuddling at every chance. This was something you loved dearly and couldn’t have a day without, you knew you’d be heartbroken when he finally put free these cuddles.

The pair of you cuddled together for a little while, you drifted back off to sleep and eventually so did Jack. After what seemed like not a long time you were woken to a shaking little boy cuddled in so closely to you with his little hands fisted in Luke’s old t-shirt you were wearing. 'What’s happening sweet?’ You ask concerned. You pull him into you, arms around his tiny figure. 'Bad dreams muma, I keep having bad dreams.’ He’s very close to tears. You soothe him as best you can, rubbing circles on his little back. 'Do you want to talk about them?’ You ask wrapping your arms around him and rolling into your back so that he’s lying on top of you cuddled into your chest, you sit up peering down at his anxious face. 'Daddy is coming home isn’t he?’ He asks and you pull him forward kissing his curls, 'of course baby, he loves you so much, he’ll always come home for you my love always always.’ He doesn’t say anything but curls into you deeper and you reciprocate with a firm but gentle squeeze.

This keeps occurring, Jack will keep coming to you at different times during the night, worry etched on his little face. Every time you comfort him and let him sleep with you but despite this they keep coming, these dreams about never seeing Luke again, or Luke abandoning him. Every time you promise him he’ll be fine and that Luke would never leave him.

You can’t bear to tell Luke the extent of the nightmares, only that they keep happening never what they’re about, you don’t want Luke to worry more that he already does when he’s away from you and Jack. And you know the guilt will ruin Luke if he knows just how much Jack misses his dad.

When you begin to come down with a stomach virus later in the week, you send Jack to Luke’s parents place for a few days until you’re better, wanting to keep Jack from catching anything you’ve got. But Liz can’t help the little boy when he cries waking from a nightmare to find both his muma and his daddy not there. She stays up with him most of the night when he can’t get back to sleep, something you can’t thank her enough for, but to no avail.

The next day she brings him back thinking that being with his muma was better than not being sick. You thank her and she tells you to get a doctors appointment for you and your stomach. You’re feeling a little better as the day goes on but you’re still not right and after booking a doctors appointment, as Liz has requested, for the same afternoon you call Luke with Jack on your lap.

'Daddy!’ He cries out in excitement as the screen rings and rings and eventually rings out. He begins to cry just softly, and you turn him into you and let him cry until he’s done rubbing smooth circles up and down his back. He’s never been a loud crier, he just sits so terribly sadly on your lap and your heart breaks slowly watching him.

'He’s busy baby but we can ring him again this afternoon after we go to the doctors for muma yeah?’ You attempt to brighten the little boy who’s usually do cheerful up unsuccessfully. You can’t bear him like this. Despite your efforts he remains off kilter all of the afternoon.

That night trying to put jack to bed is near impossible. He’s crying and shaking and won’t let you go. It breaks your heart and so you just let him sleep with you from the beginning, you set him up in bed and shower while he settles. When you return he’s cuddled up on Luke’s pillow nearly asleep. You kiss his head gently before slipping into bed, exhausted from the day and the lack of sleep you’ve had recently. But before you sleep you send Luke’s your manager a message, its Father’s Day next weekend and you think going to visit Luke on tour as a surprise will do all of you good, Jack especially. You ask for details about what and where the boys will be and if he thinks you would be able to come for a few days.

You check your social media but end up falling asleep. Jack wakes up a few times during the night and you sooth him back to sleep again becoming gradually more concerned. The next morning you wake late, Jack is still sleeping worn out from his nightmares. You check your phone and find a message from the manager telling you not to worry about coming out, how the boys would be in the bus and not staying in hotels so it just wasn’t plausible. You were pretty annoyed but didn’t want to tell Luke your plans to just thanked him for trying anyways.

You manage to FaceTime Luke during the week, planning a time for another FaceTime for Father’s Day. This seems to cheer Jack up a little but he still has nightmares, the sadness coming back along with them.

Friday night arrives and you put jack to bed with you again, showering while he settles in again and again when you finish he’s pretty much asleep. This time you curl up cuddling him to you trying to protect the little boy from his demons in the night.

You awake to a warm kiss on your temple as Luke silently slides into bed across from you, his long arms encircling you and Jack. He kisses his little boy gently and you grin despite having just awoken. He leans across and brushes a hand down your hair softly. 'I’ve missed you so much my love, I wanted to surprise you and spend the weekend for fathers’s day it’s not a good way to spend such a special day alone.’ He says softly and you just want to feel his strong chest against yours, to be held in his strong arms. Instead you just gently lean across the sleeping little boy and kiss him as passionately as you can with a small child in the middle of you two. He reciprocates and you can’t help but grin again. Having Luke home is so surreal. 'Am I dreaming?’ You and and he chuckles softly. 'Babe it’s a little late to ask that, you’ve already kissed me, I’m totally real.’

Your feet find his large ones and tangle as much as they can. You want to desperately talk with him and cuddle into the early morning but you won’t jeopardise Jack’s sleep when he’s had so little lately. You point at Jack who begins to stir as if on cue. He starts to shake a little and clutches you. You wrap him in a strong embrace. 'Jack baby.’ You wake him gently before he can wake himself in tears. 'Muma, I thought I heard Daddy, he is coming home isn’t he? He hasn’t left?’ He says worry etched on his little face. 'Never Jacky boy, never never never.’ Luke says voice thick with emotion. Jack turns in your arms shock and disbelief on his face. 'Daddy?’ He asks and Luke wraps him in a strong embrace. 'Yeah Daddy’s here as he’s never going to leave you. Sometimes I have to work a lot and I’m sorry Jack, but I’ll always come home to you and muma.’ Luke says and you just want to hug him and save him from the guilt he’s feeling. You catch Luke’s hand gently bringing it to your lips kissing it softly and with adoration. He sends you a grateful look in return.

Jack falls back asleep cuddled against his dad the most peaceful he’s been in weeks. You can’t help but be happy with your two boys home and happy. You fall asleep with a massive grin on your face.

Saturday morning you all eat together happily, Luke says he can stay for the week but has to go back for the weekend and then another month. But after that he doesn’t have any tours planned and he’s thinking maybe a little break would be good. You smile happily before excusing yourself, not able to stomach the sweet pancakes Luke has made with Jack for breakfast. You leave Jack and Luke happily eating telling them you’re just going to lie down for a little while.

Luke is skeptical and concerned but doesn’t say anything to you about it. You end up bent over the toilet bowl emptying your stomach of last nights dinner, like you have so many mornings these past weeks. You hear Luke ask Jack to stay there and eat while he checks on you. 'You alright here little man?’ Luke asks and you hear Jack respond. 'Yes Daddy, mumas sick she’s been sick for two weeks now. She does this every morning.’ You hear him say making you cover your sweaty forehead with you shaking hands as you hear Luke thunder up the stairs. You attempt to stand and look decent but Luke is already there holding your hair back and rubbing your back as you dry heave. 'Oh baby, my love.’ He says and when you think you’re done he helps you stand and brush your teeth before letting you lean on him as he wraps you in a hug tightly. 'Let me put you in bed my love.’ He says carrying you to your bed and placing you gently in it before tugging the covers up. 'Go take Jack out and play or something I’m fine, you have to go soon just play with Jack I’ll be fine in a while.’ You tell him desperately hoping he won’t worry too much about you and that Jack will get to spend as much time as possible with his dad especially this weekend being Fathers’s Day.

'Baby, Jack said you’ve been like this for a while what’s wrong have you talked to a doctor?’ He asks clearly very worried for you. 'Yeah, I’m fine Luke go play with Jack, he’s missed you.’ You say kissing his cheek gently. 'Thank you for looking after me Luke.’ You add kissing his cheek again like a full stop. He hesitates but goes back downstairs to his little boy, but not before returning your kiss with a kiss of his own on your forehead. 'Baby if you need anything sing out and I’m going to come check on you every ten minutes I’m not leaving you alone like this I’m just worried about Jack alone in the kitchen.’ He reminds you and you giggle a little despite yourself at his over protective nature. 'Go Luke, I’m fine I’ll be alright later.’ You promise sending him away finally.

You manage to fall asleep for a while and wake up almost an hour later to your boys greeting you with tea and a gentle kiss from Luke. You sit up smiling at the kind nature of them both. 'Thanks boys, I’m so lucky aren’t I to have you two here with me.’ You say kissing Jack’s hair softly and pecking Luke’s lips before he can pull away not wanting to catch whatever you have. 'It’s okay babe you can’t catch it.’ You remark with a smile before sipping your tea. He just looks at you skeptically and slides into bed with you, Jack snuggled into his side.

You spend the day together, after lunch you feel good enough to go to the park and the three of you spend the afternoon there together.

That evening Jack is happy enough to sleep on his own bed for the first time in over a week. So you and Luke spend the evening together curled up on your bed talking about his tour and what’s been happening, all the good and the bad parts all the worries and the amazing moments. You love listening to him and you end up talking well into the next morning. At about twelve thirty you look up at him unable to contain yourself anymore. 'Luke, its Sunday morning.’ You say and he looks shocked, 'sorry babe sleep, you’re not well, you need your sleep.’ He says moving to turn the light off. 'No wait.’ You touch his arm stopping him from extending it to turn off the bedside light. 'It’s Father’s Day, and I’ve been so excited to tell you this and now I can. This is like my Father’s Day gift to you but it’s not really me it’s us anyway, Happy Fathers’s Day, you’re going to be a dad to another little hemmings.’ You blurt out taking in his shocked but delighted face and kiss him passionately when he can’t seem to say anything. In return he wraps his arms around you and holds you to him. 'I love you thank you I’m so excited thank you I love you.’ He rambles against your lips tears dripping down his face. 'Oh baby, don’t thank me, I didn’t do it alone, and it’s going to so much work but it’ll be worth it.’ You say and Luke nods along before running his big hands down your side and settling them on your ten week old baby. 'Hey baby, it’s your daddy and I love you very much, and I can’t wait to meet you.’ Luke says to your belly before lifting his shirt off your belly and kissing it gently. You giggle running a hand through his golden curls. 'I love you so much Happy Father’s Day, you’re the best Dad and i can’t wait to do this again with you.’ You say and he swipes at tears before kissing you expressing his love and adoration.

Distraction (Piercer!Jungkook)

Plot: #38: “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.” + #41: “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.” + #54: “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?” + #69: “Do it and I’ll shave your eyebrows.” with piercer!Jungkook

Word Count: 690

A/N: so I will start working on preschool teacher!hobi, it should be out either tomorrow (I don’t know if it will bc I have a quiz that I have to study for and take so I may not have time) or the following day but until then, here is some fluffy!Jungkook, the link for this post is piercer!kook (here)

Getting to spend a movie night alone with Jungkook wasn’t a daily thing. The both of you had your own schedules, your own jobs that took up a lot of your time, your own friends and families. He always seemed to have something to do, a client to see, a piercing he wanted to get, a tattoo he wanted to design. The two of you shared an apartment, small but cozy. When you had time off, you wanted to do things together, explore the city around you, taste the foods, run through the streets at night. He was an adventurous person, he liked testing his own limits to see how far he could go, as well as testing yours. The chance of convincing him to stay at home and do nothing but watch movies all night was slim, especially when he’d had a busy week but there was at least one movie night a month.

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Sherlock x Reader: Sherlock Holmes and His Scariest Case Yet

Originally posted by mrsv-s-holmes

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Request from @no-se-me-ocurre-que-wea-poner : Sherlock x Pregnant Reader cravings and mood swings 😂❤

A/N: I thought this was a great idea. Thank you for requesting. x



John. Help. - SH

Please. - SH

I’m serious. - SH

Are you hiding in the wardrobe again? - JW

She scares me. - SH

Sherlock, she’s your girlfriend! - JW

Exactly. - SH

Look, you only have three months left. It isn’t that bad. - JW

John it’s awful! - SH

She’s eating. She will start crying afterwards and will claim she is fat. She isn’t fat but it will be my fault for getting her pregnant! - SH

Goodbye Sherlock. - JW

John? - SH

John please. - SH

Damn you. - SH

 

Sherlock put his phone back in his pocket with a sigh. John was no help. Sherlock claimed to be fearless however that was not true. If it was true, he wouldn’t be hiding in the wardrobe. Yes, the downfall of the great Sherlock Holmes was Miss Y/N L/N. Sherlock was bored. The space in the wardrobe was too cramped for Sherlock to go into his mind palace. There was nothing for him to do so he decided to leave the small space he was in. Sherlock had to experience the scariest moment of his life: his pregnant girlfriend.

 

Sherlock walked into the living room and saw you sat in his chair with your head in your hands.

“What is it, love?” He asked kneeling down beside you taking your hand in his.

“Can we afford a baby?” You asked. “Will I be a good mother? Will-”

“Yes we can afford one. Our finances are good. And you can look after me just fine so you’ll be fine when looking after a child.” You smiled at that last comment.

“Sorry I must be a nightmare to live with.”

He chuckled. “You’re not too bad.”

 

Sherlock was lying in bed reading a book when you walked in eating yogurt. You were wearing your new pyjamas which you had to buy for your bulging stomach.

“Y/N, you’re eating again,” He informed you.

“I’m eating for two,” You replied.

“Women having to eat more during pregnancy is just a myth. You don’t have to ‘eat for two.’”

“Yogurt is good for you!”

“Y/N, you need to watch what you’re eating. Your cravings are getting too strong.”

“Well you carry a child then!” He rolled his eyes at this.

“I’m just concerned about you, that’s all.”

You sighed, “Yeah I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

 

In the middle of the night Sherlock woke up to the sound of you crying.

“What is it?”

“Go away Sherlock.”

“Y/N wh-”

“I said go away!” You yelled a him.

“Okay.” Sherlock grabbed a blanket and slept on the sofa. Normally, Sherlock wouldn’t do this for anyone. However, he loved you and you were carrying his child. Something he would be eternally grateful for. That is why he put up with you despite you scaring him. The bundle of joy that would be placed into your arms would be worth the wait.

She’s a Daddy’s girl (Request)

Prompt: Okay also (sorry I keep messaging you lol) Is your request open because like I really love the Stony x daughter reader stuff and I would love if you did more of that and also I would really like is you did loki x daughter reader stuff too (those fanfics just make me really happy lol) –shayna-winchester

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Words: 850 

Requested by: @shayna-winchester

It felt like she had been in there for days, his trembling hands got worse as he paced just outside the room. Her heartfelt cries were tearing him apart and he just wanted to kick down the door, but he knew that she was okay. Thor had told him for the millionth time, but he only received a dark glare from the frost giant. “Loki, (Y/N) is fine.” Steve tried to using a soothing voice which was starting to work as the cold scowl across his face began to diminish. “You’re right.” He sighed before biting his lip. The Avengers had been brought to Asgard for a few months and Loki’s wife (Y/N) was pregnant. During a meeting they burst through the doors and told Loki that he needed to come quickly.

That was almost four hours ago and here Loki stood ready to kill anyone who touched him, or kill the healers for not moving faster enough. Thor was going to tell him to sit down when the doors opened as everyone looked to the woman. “Congratulations my Prince, she is beautiful.” She said gesturing inside as Loki immediately went in before he froze. (Y/N) was sitting up, but she looked exhausted when her eyes locked onto his as she smiles softly. “Come say Hello Daddy.” She whispered in a hoarse voice. Loki’s legs felt like lead as he walked over slowly when he saw the small little bundle wrapped in her arms. He swallowed thickly at the site of the little Raven haired child when she smiled noticing the tears forming in his eyes.

“She’s…beautiful.” He whispered hearing his own voice breaking, but he didn’t care in that moment. Just seeing her and wanting to protect her from everything the world would have in store for her. “Would you like to hold her?” (Y/N) asked offering the small life out to him. Part of him was afraid, what if he’d break her? What if he’d hurt her? He was scared because she was so precious. He feared that he might kill the light if he touches her with his tainted hands, but the moment the child was laid into his arms it all changed. His heart was hammering loudly against his chest as he looked at this cute little girl nested in the green blanket. He loved her so much already just holding her for the few seconds that he has made him realize how much he wants to be there for her, be a father for her.

His breathe caught in his throat the moment her little hand grabbed his thumb, feeling this warmth flood through him that he had never experienced before. What really surprised him was the moment her hands made contact with his thumb her skin shimmered blue. She was a frost giant just like her father, he was worried because he didn’t want anyone to harm her. “You should rest, you look tired.” Loki whispered looking up to (Y/N) who nods. “Could you take care of her while I sleep?” She asked as he nods immediately. “Of course. Come my little Hela.” He smiles softly. “It is time for your mother to rest.” He spoke quietly before he walked out to the hallway where everyone was waiting. “She’s beautiful.” Thor smiles to his brother as everyone smiles walking up to the little girl in his arms.

“What’s her name?” Natasha asked as Clint gently scratched her cheek with his finger making Hela smile. “Hela.” Loki said as Natasha nods. “Cute name for a cutie.” She said chuckles when Loki watches her smiling. He couldn’t stop smiling even if he wanted to. “Is (Y/N) resting?” Steve asked. “Yes, she was exhausted from bringing this little light into the world.” He spoke as everyone nods. “Are you going to take her to her room?” Clint asked. “No, I will go back in with (Y/N), but I wanted you all to meet her.” He said as everyone smiles. “You should get back in there then.” Tony grins as Loki rolls his eyes before walking back into the room when he slowly sat down onto the chair near (Y/N)’s bed.

Loki noticed that she had a smile on her face as he chuckled softly. “And just what are you smiling about hm?” He asked before he nuzzled his nose against her making her smile turn into a grin as she squirmed around. He laughed in delight before he held her close to him as he sighed softly looking at her chubby little cheeks. “My little Princess, I promise to be the best Father I can be for you. I promise I will protect you from the cruel reality we face. I will do whatever it takes to make sure my little girl is safe.” He whispered glancing up to make sure that (Y/N) was still face asleep before he kisses her forehead gently. “Daddy loves you so much.” He whispered returning her smile unaware that (Y/N) had a peaking eye on them since they had reentered.

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Author’s Note: Sorry it’s short! I hope you like it!

SVT - Click a Prince: Jun

Originally posted by changkyu-n

Series: Click a Prince (intro)

Member/s: OT13 - Jun x Reader 

Words: 1155 


The warmth of the sun seeping through the folds of the curtain seemed like a great reason to stay inside, tucked under the covers. It didn’t even matter that it was probably already late in the afternoon.

It didn’t matter - as long as you got to avoid picking your future husband.

But your body was starting to say otherwise. After so many days of staying in bed, your legs were begging for a walk, or maybe a dance.

With a groan you stood up and dressed yourself in a simple white and gold tunic dress. Quietly you sneaked out the door and headed down to the ballroom, hoping you’d be able to dance around until your feet cared no more. Or maybe you’d scream into the void, as if your life depended on it and let out all your feelings.

You made it to the doors before you heard any noise. As fast you could, you opened the door wide enough for you to pass through then closed them silently behind you. You pressed an ear to the door, listening as the footsteps faded away.

“I take it you are avoid us?” A flirty voice called your attention making you stiffen.

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Time Machine

The Beatles - Hey Bulldog

Well here is another strange one, this an old track, but this video has just appeared on The Beatles you tube page? So i guess is new video for an old song, anyway thought you might like to take a look!!

The song, Hey Bulldog, first appeared on the soundtrack album, for the Yellow Submarine Film, in 1969. The song It had a working title of, You Can Talk to Me.

Sheepdog
Standing in the rain
Bullfrog
Doing it again
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think you’re something special when you smile?

Child-like
No one understands
Jack knife
In your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years
You don’t know what it’s like to listen to your fears

You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me, if you’re lonely you can talk to me

Yeah hey, oh!
Ho, ho!
Yeah!
Ho, ho, ho, ho!
Ho, ho!

Big man (Yeah)
Walking in the park
Wigwam
Frightened of the dark
Some kind of solitude is measured out in you
You think you know me but you haven’t got a clue

You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me, if you’re lonely you can talk to me
Hey!

Wahoo woof! Woof!

Hey bulldog! Hey bulldog!
Hey bulldog! Hey bulldog!

[Hey man, what’s that noise?

Woof!

What d'you say?

I said woof!

D'you know anymore?

Wooaah ha ha ha!

You’ve got it, that’s great! That’s right! That’s it, man, hoo!

Give it to me, man, hurry! I’ve got ten children, ho!

Ah ho! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Quiet boy, quiet!

OK.]

Hey bulldog!
Hey bulldog!

Imagine Your OTP #43

It’s career day at their kid’s school and at the moment, Person A is unemployed.
They’re a little disappointed about not being able to go but they brush it off as something that they really can’t do anything about.
The fated day rolls around and Person B wakes up so sick they are not understandable.
Person A calls their child’s teacher and apologizes for the inconvenience but offers a solution.

During the other parents’ presentation, their kid is just plain sad about their parent not being able to come.
Presentations are about to wrap up when Person A knocks on the door and asks to come in.
Throwing all of their pride away, they triumphantly run into the room sporting a very colorful superhero costume.
Immediately sprinting to their child’s desk, they hoist them onto their shoulders and strut to the front of the room.
Together, try manage to string enough bullshit about how Person A is so busy fighting crime that they don’t have time for a job that it sounds halfway believable.
It is possibly the best and most humiliating thing Person A has ever done.
But when they see their child smiling after the long day is done, they decide it was worth it.

((And they get an angry teacher phone call later because all the kids want to be a superhero instead of having a job.))

anonymous asked:

What is it like for the 2ps as they hold their newborn baby?

2p!America: He had never thought of having children before. When he found out he was going to be a dad he was scared and nervous. The kid was going to hate him, he was going to be terrible wasn’t he? His thoughts hauled to a stop when the doctor handed him his baby.
His s/o smiled watching as they saw a big smile slowly grow on his face. Suddenly, Al’s whole world revolved around the baby in his arms.

2p!Canada: He takes his child in his arms. His beautiful daughter. He can’t believe his eyes. How could he have made something so precious, so perfect… he’d be wearing his glasses so that he can see every bit of her beautiful face. He’d be filled with pure happiness and joy of which he could never describe.

2p!England: He was so excited that he ended up fainting. How could he do that! He was so angry with himself as the nurse led him into the room after he woke up. He saw his s/o sitting on the bed holding a small bundle in a blue blanket. He didn’t even have him in his arms and he was already tearing up. He took his son and looked down at him smiling ear to ear. “My precious baby boy~” he cooed and kissed his son’s head. “I love you.”

2p!France: He held his lover’s hand as she pushed and whispered encouraging words to her when suddenly everything stopped. But there was no crying. He felt his heart speed up in his chest. Oh god, please don’t let this- a loud cry suddenly echoed through the room and he let out a deep breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. The doctor and nurses got the child cleaned up and his s/o let him be the first to hold him…no her. They’d been expecting a boy but a beautiful baby girl was in his arms. He was in complete shock and awe. He gave a soft smile and kissed her head. “You scared the crap out of me. You’re already gonna be a brat.” He chuckled as his s/o hit his arm.

2p!China: He had fainted. Fuck. What a fucking loser he was to faint as his s/o gave birth. When he woke up, the nurse told him that his s/o and daughter were waiting for him. Carefully, he walked into the room he had been in until he passed out and saw his s/o holding a small bundle. He walked over and was handed the small pink bundle, he felt his heart race as he looked at her. Tears welled up in his eyes, he felt more than pride seeing his child. He felt love.

2p!Russia: He was holding his s/o’s hand when he heard the cries. The cries of his child. He had read countless books to prepare him for this but when he was holding the child in his arms, he couldn’t think properly. He was overcome with happiness and love, he knew he might make mistakes but for this child he will do his best.

2p!Italy: The doctors had his s/o in another room to preform an emergency c-section and he was waiting patiently outside. Please let them be okay, he silently prayed. Soon his prayer was answered when a nurse walked out to him and handed him a little bundle of blue. Everything seemed to slow down as he looked down. His eyes, her nose, his mouth. He studied his son’s face and teared up. He was so perfect. So beautiful. He’d never loved someone so much until this moment. He pulled him into his chest and smiled big. “My life.”

2p!Germany: He’d have to sit. He doesn’t trust himself to stand. His son…he has no words for how much love and pride he feels at the moment. Everything around him. Chaos, yelling, everything. It all washes away and it’s just him holding his amazing son.

2p!Prussia: He was scared to hold her. Not wanting to hurt her or do anything to her but once she was in his arms he never wanted to let go. She had him around her finger in that one moment. He started to cry tears of joy while she held his finger with her tiny hands. He was so amazed. She’s so innocent and beautiful….“I love you.”

2p!Japan: He watches as his s/o held their new baby boy, he had yet to hold him since he wasn’t comfortable at the moment. He started to doubt himself and wonder if maybe this was the wrong choice? Suddenly, his s/o placed his son in his arms, all doubts erased when his child…his own son smiled up at him, giggling. He knew he had made the right choice then.

2p!Romano: He paced back and forth in the hall way. They’d made him leave the delivery room and he was worrying so much soon his worry stopped when they allowed him back in. He stopped in his tracks seeing his s/o holding a little girl. His little girl. He walked over to her slowly. “May I?” She handed him his little girl and he stared at her. His whole world not belonged to her. He loved her so much. She was his everything now and he couldn’t express it with words. Tears fell from his eyes and he kissed her head.

2p!Spain: How is she his? How could he create something so wonderful? He’d be so shocked. He wouldn’t know what he was expecting but it wasn’t the most beautiful little girl he ever laid eyes on. This would be one of the only times his shell would crack. He’d start crying while he smiled down at her.

A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life


CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Fifty-One

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding, and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature

The women looked at one another. “Frigga, keep Vali with you. Heimdall, stay in the doorway.” Maebh instructed. She went over and gave her son a kiss on the head and walked back towards to door, pulling a sharp dagger from her thigh as she did. Slowly she made her way out, eyeing the two adults that were looking around the room, as well as the little girl holding onto her mother’s dirty skirt. When the girl saw her, she gasped and hid in against her mother. Maebh stood straight and walked over to them with purpose.

“Princess Maebh?” The man knowing her name startled her. “You are Princess Maebh, aren’t you, wife of Loki?”

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BAP: Baby’s First Smile

Junhong: He’s sitting on the couch, making silly sounds at his baby, when the child smiles at him for the first time. Zelo has no time to think, he’ll only marvel at how sweet his young one is. 

Jongup: Jongup’s baby will smile at his appa for the first time when Jonguppie is singing sweetly to him. Jongup will rush to you at once to show you the satisfied smile on the baby’s face, super cheerfully!

Youngjae: He will be so giddy when his baby smiles at him. He’s just sitting, his babe on his arm and suddenly the kid breaks into a smile and Youngjae smiles back and it is like two suns shining together, ugh!

Daehyun: He’s the sort of appa that becomes emotional at first time things and he will be all blushy and maybe even teary eyes, even though he is still smiling back at the little child in his lap.

Himchan: He will call you over to the living, where he is sitting with the baby in his lap, right away. There you find him beaming down and cooing softly at his smiling child and it is too cute to handle.

Yongguk: You know his baby smiling at him will be everything for Yongguk, he;ll smile and cry at the same time and just sit there, marveling at his baby, overjoyed and filled with wonderment.

((Aw, Dino and Bel as dads! My weakness! You know, second to men in ponytails and glasses, of course! <3))


Dino Cavallone:
“Wanna pet him?” He was holding the child, their smaller legs standing against the linked fence while their dad never once faltered in holding tight even when Dino was smiling so hard his face hurt- his eyes bright under the glimmering sunlight making the brave, powerful animal before them swat out its tail in defense with a shake of its heavy head nudging closer to Dino’s young one.

But they weren’t afraid of him, laughing with their hand moving back as the horse’s ears twitched in response to amusing the toddler Dino held close and cautiously let touch to the horse’s broad nose.

“You have to be gentle, okay?” He spoke sweetly, letting the child clutch his jacket tight when leaning forward over the fence slightly, their tiny fingers petting down the massive creature’s snout as it turned up in a whinny and yet it never seemed to frighten the baby he loved so much. “Is it pretty?”

“Yeah!” Was all his little toddler could say, their head jerking around fast to see their dad lifting them away from the large beast, its hooves trotting down when it swore Dino was going to saddle him for a ride, its owner’s hand reaching over the child’s side to give its mane a stroke that he missed but not as much as he loved being the father he had become when he moment he was setting the child down they were running off to the next thing. Dino chasing after them like a klutz while tumbling, rolling, falling like his own child whose scraped knees and bruised elbows looked so much like their dad’s it was uncanny.

And Dino never got tired of hearing them stand over him after every little fall and ask “Do you need a bandaid too, daddy?" 

He would just never stop smiling ever again.


Xanxus:
They thought they were sneaky, cleverly creeping up beside his chair with prowling eyes with a staggering leap that left that messy child of his stumbling out into the den clumsily and yet still standing enough to stick out their toy gun in Xanxus’s snickering face.

"Oh?” He humoured them, leaning forward in his chair to watch them teeter back in a little snarl. His little animal was a fighter, and that much he adored. “You think you can shoot me, huh?”

“I’ll get you! Pow!” They cried, giving a little jump when they tilted the gun sideways, giggling slyly on the turn around, pulling the plastic trigger until it clicked and left Xanxus on the impulse of staring to both sides. The coast clear, the seconds ticking while the kid spun around- gun sound effects rolling off their lips just as their dad clutched his chest. “Got ya!”

And, like that, Xanxus was gotten. His body falling back in the chair while he faked a death fast- his eyes blinking while he grabbed the wound that apparently made him sputter his words and gave that little monster of his pride just to hear Xanxus say “I’m finished- I’ll get you for this-”

“Noooo, dad, you’re dead!” They argued in a little laugh he had never thought so precious til they gave him a jab with the tip of the gun, his hand shooting out faster than any bullet to snag the child in close. The embrace unexpected of the father who seldom cooed over the toddler trying to shake off the arms winding around them and leaving them in a squeal of laughter. “Let me go- No!”

“Assassins need to be ready for sneak attacks-” He teased, fingers tickling into their sides with a roar of his laugh that had them scampering off the moment they could wrestle away and escape into the hall with the little gun holstered at their side. “Bring a better gun too!”


Superbi Squalo:
He stopped minding after a while when their hands fisted in his long hair with a death grip; the tinier hands digging into his neck in a few pinches now and again when Superbi Squalo merely dealt with every tiny breath, runny nose, and scratch from the child draped over his back in a sleep spill that he carried home.

They were tired, his little heathen, but they were so light that it was nothing to Squalo to tote them down the sidewalk and listen to tiny coos dreaming sweetly about the home they would be going home to. Happy faces buried into their dad’s shoulder in a little drool that was gross, yes, but cute nonetheless as Squalo lifted them up further into his back and sighed. 

“Are we…h-home…yet?” Was their sleepy murmur when he felt a little tug on his hair again, this time to get his attention as he stopped on the edge of the road and let his neck be nuzzled by his own child giving a faint yawn. “’M tired.”

“Just a little bit.” He assured, speaking softly unlike any other day when he would be irritated, yelling. But not as long as his little one was perched on his back, yanking his hair like reins that had the aggressive father snatching the child’s hand cautiously as warning. “Any hair pulling will make me walk slower as a warning!”

“Now I’m hungry.” They groaned in a tiny tantrum that had Squalo sighing in resignation just to drag on across the street and keeping his silence for as long as it took to get the precious joy on his back to fall asleep again. Their head falling against his back while their snores seemed to drown out all other sounds from their power. 

It just made Squalo laugh; the whole being a dad thing hard, yet something he wouldn't trade for the world even if it meant tucking in his sleeping kid to bed with a mess of splayed limbs and a little kiss to their forehead when no one was looking.


Takeshi Yamamoto:
He couldn’t stand to hear his children cry; Takeshi was off the couch in a single bound, stride faster than that of any other as he was scooping up the crying child the moment they had so much as made a single sniff of the tears he soothed with an embrace saying that everything would be okay.

Their toy was broken, spirits low when a single crack in a toy they loved so much put an equally hurtful rip in Takeshi’s heart because there were things he just couldn’t fix when it came to them. His hands gently rubbing their back when he lifted them into his arms then. Letting smaller arms fly around his neck when he walked with a broken toy in one hand and a child draped over him like a blanket.

Honestly, it felt only natural this way. His body taken to the heartbeat pressed to his while they cried softly into their dad’s scent, comforted by his rocking form against the sofa when he sat back and let his eyes wander the toy for some way to see that little smile again. That sweet kindness that left them giggling and clapping those tiny hands like they did when they were in the backyard running away from him in a playful dodge. His smile matched by their beautiful one- bumps and bruises nothing to their courage Takeshi loved so much.

And you walked in on the heap of napping loved ones tossed over onto the living room floor with a child’s blanket tucked around Takeshi’s shoulders wound around a toddler sucking their thumb and a duct taped toy wedged deeper into their chest until you were shaking your head in a tiny sigh.

Takeshi was the best dad to your children that you could have ever imagined, looking over the little mound that you were tempted to join in a laugh that your other little one gawked at just before giving Takeshi a tackle of their own and squealing out for him to wake up.


Belphegor:
Nothing was warmer, sweeter, more loving than their tiny form cuddled in close to Bel’s when he rolled over onto his side. His chest poked by the tiny baby crawling into his bed that night through all chances of spending just one night in bed on their own.

Belphegor had them spoiled; his little royalty tumbling over their dad’s stomach to make him gasp and sit up in time to find them curling into his side sleepily in a yawn like nothing had ever happened. Just an adorable child nuzzling into their dad’s side for affection through another night with tiny fingers clinging to their stuffed mink that Bel loved as much as they did when he wrapped an arm around their back.

His eyes peeking out from under thick bangs to see how theirs closed so softly, breaths coming out gently while he tenderly brought them closer, nearer to his face that pressed close to theirs just have the child he loved most right by his side where he could always protect them.

Nightmares would have to get through their dad if they wanted to sink into those sweet dreams- Bel’s sleeping body tucked around theirs while you stirred in your sleep to feel small feet kicking at you when they too were as bad as a cover hog as their dear dad.

“You’re rotten,” Belphegor hummed when he spoke to his child, smiling back at their little grin hidden under the edge of covers as though shy and hiding from him playfully. “But you’re just too cute.”

“I just wanna sleep with you and-”

“Don’t talk,” He shushed with a hand over their mouth when they laughed like he did. His grin spreading as you shifted again. “You need to go to sleep.”

“Did you do this? To my nakama?”

I love Luffy, sunshine child of my heart, with his smiles and laughter, and trust and his love for people, his capability to offer second chances and reach out to those who need it. But I also love Luffy, who can snap at the sight of his nakama in pain, who fuels anger with love, whose arms that grab and protect become forceful blows that rain fury down on whoever dare hurt his family. I love Luffy. 

tldr: when the sunshine child stops smiling, you know you’re fucked

The Importance of SessRin and Why Kikyo is Integral to InuKag

As a fan re-entering into the Inuyasha fandom, and a new member of the SessRin fandom, I feel it’s necessary to explain just why exactly SessRin is so important for Sesshomaru’s character development, and why Kikyo is vitally important to InuKag’s story, not to mention, creates a poetic aesthetic to the pairing. 

First thing’s first, I want to start with SessRin. This, while being a popular ship, is also a controversial one, with one half of the pairing being a child during the canon timeline. I want to begin my explanation with: during the canon timeline, they are not romantic love interests. 

Do not be confused; I ship these two together romantically. However, while Rin is a child in Sesshomaru’s care, they are comrades with a strong bond. They have a spiritual bond that is evident, but romance has nothing to do with it in the early stages of their relationship. I believe it is safe to say that Sesshomaru does not understand what love is (any form of it). He’s never experienced selflessness or kindness. As a demon, he was lead to believe strength and nobility is one’s only true worth. He held fast to this belief, and he grew into a hateful, stuck-up man who was severely lacking in compassion, especially towards mortals. 

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Cassandra Pentaghast Headcanons:

- She doesn’t sleep well in a room completely dark. If possible, the Seeker always has a little candle on her desk, like when she was a child frightened by the darkness and her mother lit one for helping her to sleep well.

- “Allegra” was her mother name.

- Her uncle tried to betrothed her, when she was a child. Cassandra challenged her “fiancè” with her wooden sword. She won and declared the engagement canceled.

- She trained the youngest Seekers recruits and when someone was struggling with the exercises, she helped them personally. Even during her free time, if necessary.

- The Divine Beatrix gave her her first romance novel, for helping her to relax from time to time.

- The Divine Justinia tried to teach her cooking (she was an excellent baker). Cassandra is still a near - disaster cook, but the smell of the fresh bread is her favorite scent.

- When she worked with Leliana for the Divine, they had the rule to not speak about work during meals. They broke it several times.

- She secretely greatly approves Sera pranks against insolent nobles.

- She helps the young mages apprentices to socialize with the other children in Skyhold and she always blushes when a child hugs her legs smiling happily.

- She forces Cullen to stop his work for having a proper meal or a walk in the fresh air. She unconsciously consider him a younger brother.

- She has her favorite shield inscribed with the name of all her friends, old and new. She feels like they’ll be forever all together, despite the distances and the different lifes.

- She likes a lot refined clothes, but she thinks she’s too masculine and too little gracious for dressing one.
(if romanced) The Inquisitor knows that and he gives her one for her birthday. Long, simple, elegant, with a train encrusted with beads. And she is perfect.

I Love You And Only You - Fred Weasley Imagine

-Requested-

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Hi can I have an imagine where I am Fred’s girlfriend and I’m a dancer and I have a lot of guy friends and and he gets jealous and there is lots of fluff and stuff. You can use my OC’s name which is Star or my real name which is Katelynn. Thank you. PS I love your blog 🌷💖💖💖
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(I decide to use Katelynn!💕)

~Katelynn’s POV~

I groan covering my face in my pillow, it’s 6:00 in the morning and my alarm is ringing. I slowly get out of bed and put my hair up in a neat and tight bun, I grab my bag and ballet shoes leaving my room that was full of my still sleeping roommates. I quietly creep through Gryffindor common room making it to the portrait of the fat lady without being caught. My schedule in the morning is 6 o'clock through 7 o'clock dancing, then I stop dancing and leave back to Gryffindor tower to get ready for the day. Then it takes me an hour to get ready so when I’m done getting ready, I have at least an hour to eat breakfast. I dance every morning. It’s a part of me that reminds me of home when I was little, since there’s no dance centers or groups at Hogwarts. Professor Mcgonagall saw how much I love to dance so she gave me access to an empty classroom that I can use whenever I want. I use the spare key she gave me to open the classroom I slip in and close the door quietly behind me. I place my bag on the floor and take out my puffy tutu that I have had for a while, I slip it on and tie on my ballet shoes. I start by stretching, moving my arms and stretching my legs before doing anything. It takes me about ten minutes to stretch and then I’m ready. I start by going over my first, second, third, forth, and fifth position over and over making sure I get it right. I then move onto turns trying to spin as long as I can while keeping my balance. I practice on my
Pique turns, Pirouette turns, and my chaines. I start practicing a few of the combos that I was taught when I was a child.

I smiled while doing a passé, dancing always brightens my day. I look at the clock and see that it’s 7, I sigh before drinking out of my water bottle. I grabbed my bag and made it back to Gryffindor common room to get ready. Today was my favorite day of the week. Friday. Everyone’s favorite day and on Friday me and my friends always look our best to impress. Well my friends do this to impress and to hopefully get a boy, but I only do this to have fun. My boyfriend Fred is kinda the jealous type…. Okay huge. Mostly all the boys in my year know that I’m a dancer, they sometimes come up to me ask me questions but whenever I talk to them they seem to be looking more at my body than at my face. -“Hey Katelynn!” I heard a voice yell, I turned around to see Roger Davies and his group of friends walk towards me. They circled around me as Roger started talking “I saw you dancing earlier and I have to say Katelynn, your quite talented” he smirked “thank you” I smiled “Um… Maybe you and me could hang out in honeydukes this Sunday?” He asked “Oh. I’m sorry Roger but I have plans Sunday with Fred” I said apologetically “It’s fine. Maybe soon I can join you while you dance, I could help you stretch” he smirked. I rolled my eyes crossing my arms over my chest “You wish, Davies” I laughed. Then out of nowhere comes Fred “Excuse me” he said before kissing me roughly, he put his hands on both sides of my face making sure I couldn’t pull back. After a few seconds of pure pleasure, Fred pulls back with a smile on his face. He put a hand around my waist tightly making it very noticeable to the boys that I’m his. “Sorry Rogers but the only person who’s gonna stretch Katelynn is me. Now move before I make you” he growled, my eyes widened as I looked at Fred’s face a smirk plastered on his lips.- I giggle to myself just remembering that day and the smug look on Fred’s face.

I put half of my hair up and left half of it down, I looked myself in the mirror and started to apply eyeshadow. I decided to do smokey eyes, my favorite, and applied a thin line of eyeliner. I put on a light layer of nude lip gloss before putting on my Gryffindor robe. I made my way down to the great hall with my shoulder leather bag by my side. I was about to enter the great hall when someone grabbed my hand, I turned around to see my friend, Andrew, with a smile on his lips. “Hey Katelynn” he said hugging me, I wrapped my arms around his neck “Hi Andrew” I smiled pulling back with my arms still around his neck. “I was just wondering if maybe you would like to go to Hogsmead with me tomorrow?” He asked with puppy eyes “Andrew… I’m already dating someone.” I said shaking my head. No matter how many times I told him that I’m dating someone he still wouldn’t stop trying to snatch me. “Um… Your dating that ginger right?… Weasley?” He asked, I nodded my head “Yes. Weasley.” I smiled just thinking about him.

“Please. We can go as friends.” He pleaded “Okay” I gave in. “Yes! I’ll see you tomorrow at 10. Okay?” He smiled, I nodded grinning. He kissed me on the cheek before running into the great hall, after a few seconds I went inside and sat down at Gryffindor table right next to Ginny. I started to eat but something didn’t feel right, something was missing, where’s my ginger? “Um… Ginny?” I asked “Yeah” she replied “Do you know where Fred is?” I asked “No. He went looking for you but here you are” she said, I nodded as she returned to her talk with Hermione. I got up and excused myself walking out of the Great Hall, if Fred hasn’t found me yet I’m pretty sure he would go back to the Great Hall to see if I came. I started running as fast as I can to Gryffindor tower to see if he was there, once I past the portrait of the fat lady I saw Fred sitting on the couch a sad look on his face.

I jump on the couch right next to him, but he scoots away. “Freddie? What’s wrong?” I asked, he doesn’t answer but he does turn his head the other way. “Fred!” I exclaimed “do you want a hug?” I asked “Oh! Now you want to hug me!” He growled “Fred. What are you talking about?” I asked sadly. What was wrong with him? I haven’t done anything bad. Have I? “Don’t act all innocent! I saw you hugging that stupid idiot Andrew!” He yelled “Fred.” I said quietly. I straddled him, both of my legs on either side of him. I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me “Fred, me and Andrew were just talking” I whispered “then why did he kiss you on the cheek?” He said more calmly “because he was excited” “About what?” “Because… I said yes… To hang out with him” “Katelynn!” Fred groaned “Fred! He’s my friend! Anyway why are you so mad about it?!” I exclaimed “Because I’m afraid that you’ll leave me!” He yelled, I sat there quietly with my hands on his shoulders “I’m afraid. I know that you can find someone better than me. Your so beautiful, smart, and talented, I still wonder why your still with me” he said sadly looking down. I forced him to look at me again “Fred Weasley. Are you really that blind to not see that I’m head over heels for you?! I love you and only you. No one can ever replace you Fred, your one of a kind. And I’m lucky that I have you” I whispered.

He leaned forward attaching our lips together, at first it was soft and passionate but after a few seconds it became rough and needy. He slid his tongue in my mouth, making me moan. I tried to pull back when I heard the portrait of the fat lady open but Fred kept me in his grip holding me still. I saw Fred’s eyes look to the side but after he did that he pushed my back against the couch making me groan. He started to kiss me again hungrily as if there was no tomorrow. I pulled back once Fred let me go “Who - came - in?” I said in between breaths “Um… No one” he smirked, I looked at him suspiciously before hugging him. “I love you Fred” I whispered kissing his forehead “I love you too Katelynn” he smiled kissing my face all over making me giggle. I sat on his lap and layer my head on his chest “It was Andrew, wasn’t it?” I smiled looking at Fred, he nodded before kissing me lightly again. I think I’m starting to like Fred’s jealous side.

~~Kristian

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BTS as Dads

Seokjin: Very caring and overprotective. I think it’s in his nature to care, but I think he’d be very protective of his child, he’d love them very wholeheartedly and genuinely. You know how when you’re about to get sick and your parent says to you ‘if you get sick, it’s your fault - I’m not taking care of you’ but they end up basically doing everything possible to help you recover? That’s Seokjin as a father. He will cook you organic chicken soup, wrap you in a heap of blankets, check your temperature every hour and ask if there’s anything you need. Also, drives you everywhere no matter how far. Even if you live a two minute walk away from school but are exhausted and call him to pick you up, he’ll be there. Speaking of being there - he’d be very supportive and want to show up to see all your accomplishments. If you have an award ceremony or are performing somewhere, he will be there with a gigantic camera, sitting front row, taking flash photos of you every second he sees you on that stage. He’s the type of dad who loves you with all his heart and it definitely shows through his cooking, his patience, and his support.

Yoongi: Quiet, gentle, doesn’t speak very much but cares from afar. Wakes up early to cook you breakfast, sets it on the table and when you wake up he’s already at work but you realize he made your favourite dishes. If you’re having a bad day he won’t directly ask you but he probably will try to take you out of the house for a car ride to help you get some fresh air. Knows all your likes and dislikes - like if there was something you couldn’t eat or you were scared of something, he wouldn’t have to ask, he would just know - after all, he pays attention to all the little things about you since he cares about you. Yoongi doesn’t say ‘I love you’ or anything very openly in front of you, but he doesn’t make you doubt it that he truly, sincerely cares about you. He’ll say ‘I love you’ in many different ways - telling you to put on your seat belt, to wear your scarf when it’s chilly, ask you if you ate yet. It’s the little things that really count with him. If you needed him to help you with something, he’ll get up to do it with no hesitations; he might pretend to complain and whine but end of the line is that he’s the dad that will do anything for you.

Hoseok: The very comedic dad. The typical ‘dad jokes’ thrown around from time to time, always tries to make you laugh no matter how ridiculous he has to get, will go to lengths just to see his child’s precious smile. Is overly affectionate and loves to shower you with kisses. Embarrases you in front of your friends, but all your friends really love him! Can’t really cook but tries to but then fails and orders in pizza for you to eat. He always finds an excuse to buy you gifts and his significant other always scolds him for spending money on you but he just adores you too much. If you were eyeing a lollipop in the window of a candy shop, he’s buy a bag to just see you smile for a moment. Reads you bedtime stories at night and because he’s so theatrical, he’ll end up dubbing all the voices of the characters and acting it out - what’s the point of watching a movie when you’ve got Hoseok to entertain you. When he sees you down, he’ll tell you really bad jokes and because they’re so lame you’ll just end up snorting up your milk or choking on your food as he’s trying to cheer you up at the dinner table. Hoseok would always try his best to be the person to make his kid smile, I think he would feel really bummed out or down if he couldn’t, he would feel as if he failed - he’s the type of person that makes so many people happy that when he finally can’t, he will feel inadequate and it will only make him doubt himself even more.

Namjoon: Stingy but loving, nonetheless. You know those dads where when you wake up in the morning and come down the staircase you see them in the kitchen - coffee mug in hand, reading the newspaper and pushing the middle of their glasses up against their face? That’s Namjoon except he has his laptop out and is trying to figure out new material for his music. Since he’s heavily influenced by fashion, he’s bound to scold you if you’re not dressed warmly as a parent. It’s cold outside? He’ll ask you where your hat, scarf, mittens and jacket are if you’re not appropriately dressed. And no - not just one of them, you better be wearing all of those articles of clothing or else he won’t let you out of the house. He just doesn’t want you to catch a cold, any parent would be concerned if their child got sick. Nags you a lot. Scolds you a lot. Says no a lot. He says no even before you finish your question or asking permission to go/do something. But please remember it’s out of care and love. He’s very careful when it comes to you. Because he was a teenager, he knows what’s up and that’s why he can’t always let you go out late at night or let you hang out in certain places with certain people. He just cares for you, he doesn’t want you to live a hard knock life but he also wants you to learn that restricting you or making compromises is healthy. Coincidentally - although he may sound strict so far, one important thing about Namjoon is that he would let you grow up to become the person you want to be. Whatever career or path you choose to talk, he will never force you to be in a position that you’re not comfortable with. He’ll tell you to follow your heart, go where the wind blows, to listen to what you want and not want anyone else thinks. He wants you to live the life you want, he wants you happy.

Jimin: Proud father, praises you on the daily, and teases you. The type of dad that pats your head or shoulder when you need comforting. Probably one of the most genuine and caring dads out there. Always looking out for you, saying things like ‘watch your step’, ‘don’t leave your assignment until the last second’, ‘I’m picking you up later so make sure to bring your phone so I can call you when I’m around the corner’. Holds your hand when you cross the street, lets you sleep in his bed when you have nightmares, pushes you on the swings in the park. His eyes light up every time he sees you all giggly and happy, he feels the happiest when he sees his child smile brightly with an open mouth and their eyes nearly shut tight like him. I guess all in all, Jimin would never let his children or child go through things alone. When you’re having a hard time, he’ll want you to lean on him for support. He’s the parent that would let you stay home if you were feeling sick or didn’t want to go to school. There was one time when you came home and you hadn’t done well in one of your courses and you were really scared about his reaction so you hid your report card in the fridge and he found it and asked to speak with you. When you were in front of him and he asked why you had hid your report card in the refrigerator, you bursted into tears and fell into his lap and sobbed there. He kept patting your head and running his fingers through your hair telling you that you could have just told him you were struggling and having troubles understanding the course because he would have helped you or found you a tutor. He has a soft spot and is very good at comforting people, he’d never make you feel any less or worth of a person, even when you make mistakes he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, he’d only try to let you know that everything would be okay in the end. At the end of the day, you can always come to him to confide for anything, he’s a very understanding dad who would never judge you or see you differently if you made a mistake. After all, you’re only human and in his eyes you’re already quite astounding just the way you are.

Taehyung: Loves to do things with you. Bowling, paintballing, late night movies, the list is endless. He loves spending time with his kids, he loves to be involved and up to date with them. He’s the ‘cool parent’ you could say, he’s very open with his children and they’re very open and honest with him because he’s very chill. He does have his moments where he’ll get down to business and become serious depending on the circumstances but otherwise he’s the type of dad that most kids would want. The type of dad that loves you so much that he literally not only let’s you pull stupid stunts by yourself by accompanies you as you do so. The type of dad that tells you to sit in the cart even though you’re already a teenager and he pushes you so fast that the grocery cashiers and employees give you a warning that you’ll be banned from the store. The type of dad that gets real competitive when it comes to the most randomest things - hot dog eating contest, puzzles, you name it.  He likes to take you on trips for vacation! Camping trips, a week in Hawaii, to a farm for strawberry picking. Taehyung is honestly the most adventurous and playful dad there is. It’s almost unreal. When he’s driving you somewhere, he lets you control the radio station or music playing and you both roll down your windows, screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs and the cars and passerbys give you weird looks but you both continue doing your thing. Taehyung would want to give you anything. He would want give you the world if he could because he just loves you so much.

Jungkook: The smug and sarcastic dad, thinks he’s always right. He’s the ‘I told you so’ dad, so if you got sick because you didn’t dress appropriately for the weather, he’d be all up in your face telling you it was your fault for not listening to him in the first place. When you ask him if you can go somewhere or buy something, his first remark will be “did you ask your mom/dad yet”. Once you returned home late at night, you were sneaking through the backdoor and he was at his desk in the living room, he heard your footsteps and turned around in his swivel chair and give you a raised eyebrow. When you beg him not to tell your other parent he shakes his head and chuckles while saying, “All right, I’ll let you off this time. My lips are sealed.” When morning reaches, your other parent will be downstairs yelling bloody murder and asking Jungkook, your dad if he knew what time you came home last night. Jungkook would be the type to console his significant other, he’d try to drop the conversation if it was getting out of control so he would say something along the lines of “Come on, honey - it was just one time. Just let them off the hook for this time”, as he does that he’ll rub their back or throw his arm around their shoulder. When he tries to ground you he just can’t, he feel sympathetic since he remembers his time as a kid your age so you never really get fully punished. There was another time where you asked your mom/dad for money to go to the movies but they said no and didn’t give it to you, when you walked by the living room, Jungkook gestured for you to come over and slipped $30 into your hand and bus tickets and whispered for you to not come home too late. Basically - Jungkook is the dad that would let off the hook for many cases, but it’s because he’s been there and done that.