you adorable little boy


isak: *gets pissy*
even: *has never been more delighted in his life*


Little chatterbox Seung Jae

Tom Holland Laughing


Dear Will,
A brief note of congratulations for the job you did on Mr. Lounds. I admired it enormously. What a cunning boy you are!

—Red Dragon, Thomas Harris

Manhunter vs The Wrath of the Lamb (S3E13)


Death gives birth to tears, tears give birth to anger, when anger turns to rancor, it opens the path for war.

Not My Father

Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Little bit of angst but there isn’t too much

Word Count: 1012

Summary: Until you point it out Tony can’t see how much of his Father he’s turning into

A/N: I’m in a real Tony mood at the moment. This one just sort of came out of nowhere but I hope you like it !!


I looked up from the book I reading when I heard the small sobs coming from the four year old running towards me, his cheeks puffy and tear stained. I pulled him up onto my lap as soon as he reached me, rubbing a soothing hand over his back as he cried against the crook of my neck.
“Hey bud,” I cooed gently. “What’s wrong?”
“Dadda yelled at me,” He sniffed, wrapping his arms tighter around my neck. “He said not to - to play wiv his stuff.”
“Aww Sweetie I’m sure Daddy didn’t mean to yell at you, he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.”
“I jus wanted to play wiv him.”
“Well how about you help Mummy cook dinner instead?”

Jayden looked up at me with his wide brown eyes, nodding his head slowly as he wiped a hand over his face. I smiled down at him, placing a kiss to his wet cheek before standing up, letting him wrap his legs around my waist.

I looked back towards the hallway and sighed, feeling my frustration swell as I imagined Jayden’s face as soon as Tony raised his voice. He had been spending hours in lab lately, not generally coming out until Jayden had long since gone to bed. Every day for the last week Jayden had asked whether Tony was going to play with him and I was disheartened giving him the same answer of I don’t know. Tony was his favourite person in his entire world and it made my heart ache to see him so upset.


“Night Mumma,” Jayden murmured as I tucked him into his bed, running one of my hands through his dark hair. I smiled, bending down to kiss the top of his head.
“Goodnight,” I whispered back.

For the rest of the night Jayden had been quiet, playing with himself as he sat on the floor in the living room, not asking after his Father once. I had been hoping that Tony might have emerged to apologize for his brash actions earlier but he hadn’t surfaced once and it made my blood boil. Quietly closing the bedroom door I stomped further down the hallway before heading down the stairs towards Tony’s makeshift lab.

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Queer YA Books: Read

so here’s a list of books I’ve read for my project to read as many gay YA books as I can, as requested by @arabian-batboy and an anon friend, these will be listed in order by author’s last name, if I don’t link the book it’s because I didn’t think it’s worth reading, I’ll make comments on the one’s I think are best :) hope this is useful :) 

1. Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli (very good, re-read a few times now)

2. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

3. No Strings by Sara Alva 

4. Social Skills by Sara Alva 

5. Silent by Sara Alva (good book, there’s stuff about abuse and such, if you like sad but beautiful and happy at the end book, a go to)

6. The Island of Beyond by Elizabeth Atkinson (all the gay stuff is subtext, but cute coming of age) 

7. One Man Guy by Michael Barakiva (cute re-read a few times now)

8. Wonders of the Invisible World by Christopher Barzak (yes read it, now)

9. I am J by Cris Beam

10. Something Like Summer by Jay Bell 

11. Kamikaze Boys by Jay Bell 

12. Vintage: A Ghost Story by Steve Berman

13. The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black (if you liked “I’ll Give You the Sun” this is a must read, I view those books as spirt twins, go read this now)

14. That One Kid Who Freaked Out, Or Whatever by A.J.J. Bourque

15. For a Price by Hallie Burton

16. Gives Light by Rose Christo (first in a series, kinda goes off the rails latter on with drama overload, but this first one was very good)

17. Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List by Rachel Cohn/David Levithan

18. Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn/David Levithan (not gay as such, but queer characters make up the background of the book, worth reading if you’ve never really enjoyed a straight romance)

19. Invisibility by Andrea Cremer/David Levithan (again not gay, but a main supporting character is and his queerness is a big part of the story)

20. Beautiful Music for Ugly Children by Kirstin Cronn-Mills

21. Carry the Ocean by Heidi Cullinan (mental health is the theme and it’s the only book with an autistic main character I haven’t felt offended by so there’s that)

22. Aaron’s Story by Mason Dodd

23. Braden’s Story by Mason Dodd

24. Superhero by Eli Easton

25. Rosie and the Quarry Ghost by Rachel Eliason

26. Caged in Myth by J.T. Fairfield

27. The Great American Whatever by Tim Federle

28. The Screwed Up Life of Charlie the Second by Drew Ferguson

29. Being True by Jacob Z. Flores

30. Eagle Peak by Elizabeth Fontaine

31. Sweaters & Cigarettes by Mika Fox

32. All The Colors Of Love by Jessica Freely

33. The Battle for Jericho by Gene Gant

34. Lucky Linus by Gene Gant

35. Symptoms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin

36. The Boy’s Own Manual to Being a Proper Jew by Eli Glasman

37. Two Parties, One Tux, and a Very Short Film about The Grapes of Wrath by  Steven Goldman

38. The Mariposa Club by Rigoberto González

39. Tales from Foster High by John Goode (something of a classic)

40. Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green/David Levithan

41. Half Bad by Sally Green (will make you sad)

42. Half Wild by Sally Green (will make you cry)

43. Half Lost by Sally Green (will break your heart and step on the pieces and you’ll never be ok again)

44. None of the Above by I.W. Gregorio

45. The Last Exit to Normal by Michael Harmon 

46. Geography Club by Brent Hartinger

47. Totally Joe by James Howe (OMG one of my all time favorite books ever, if you love adorable, fluff, heartfelt, or were ever a little gay boy in middle school this is a must must read, must) 

48. After School Activities by Dirk Hunter

49. The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley by Shaun David Hutchinson

50. We Are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson

51. Problems I’m Having by Sam Isaacs

52. The Boy Who Couldn’t Fly Straight by Jeff Jacobson (loved this but there likely won’t be a sequel so if you can live never knowing go for it)

53. Haffling by Caleb James (loved it, magic, gays, growing up poor)

54. T.E.D. by Jayson James

55. Know Not Why by Hannah Johnson

56. On the Right Track by Sam Kadence

57. Intervention by Mia Kerick

58. The Red Sheet by Mia Kerick (I loved this one a lot) 

59. Us Three by Mia Kerick

60. Inclination by Mia Kerick

61. Not Broken, Just Bent by Mia Kerick

62. The Lightning-Struck Heart by T.J. Klune (why aren’t you reading this? you need to be reading this book, like now! it’s basically grown in a lab to be the book for Tumblr!) 

63. Openly Straight by Bill Konigsberg (I need to go re-read this)

64. Out of the Pocket by Bill Konigsberg

65. Absolutely Positively Not by David LaRochelle

66. Every Day by David Leviathan

67. Boy Meets Boy by David Leviathan (Classic maybe the first LGBT YA book to really make it or be published, it amazes me that it’s already 12 years old but it’s still special and true after all these years) 

68. How to Repair a Mechanical Heart by J.C. Lillis (a book about gay nerds and shipping, you know you want to read it)

69. Signs by Anna Martin

70. A Broken Kind of Life by Jamie Mayfield (I liked it but it’s very intense with rather upsetting themes) 

71. When Ryan Came Back by Devon McCormack (ghost boyfriends!) 

72. Vivaldi in the Dark by Matthew J. Metzger 

73. The Before Now and After Then by Peter Monn

74. Hero by Perry Moore (Moore’s death shortly after writing this book is one of the greatest losses that gay lit or superhero fiction could suffer)

75. Teeth by Hannah Moskowitz

76. Marco Impossible by Hannah Moskowitz

77. hidden by Tomas Mournian

78. Heavyweight by M.B. Mulhall

79. Birds on a Wire by Ellen Mulholland

80. I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson (every time I bring up that I like gay/queer YA books this one comes up, so I assume it doesn’t need me cheerleading it)

81. The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness (really cute and funny spoof of your standard YA hero story, but also has a lot of heart and soul)

82. More Than This by Patrick Ness

83. Fearless by Chris O'Guinn

84. Unintended by M.J. O'Shea

85. I’ll Always Miss You by Raine O'Tierney

86. M or F? by Lisa Papademetriou/Chris Tebbetts

87. Play Me, I’m Yours by Madison Parker (loved it, re-read it a lot)

88. Here’s to You, Zeb Pike by Johanna Parkhurst

89. Outtakes of A Walking Mistake by Anthony Paull 

90. Sprout by Dale Peck

91. Band Fags! by Frank Anthony Polito

92. Drama Queers! by Frank Anthony Polito

93. When Everything Feels Like the Movies by Raziel Reid (cries and cries, sad ending)

94. The Hidden Oracle by Rick Riordan (why yes its a Percy Jackson book with a bi/pansexual main character and a gay teenage boy couple as major characters, why haven’t you read it yet?) 

95. Carry On by Rainbow Rowell (awesome book, amazing, must read, go read it now!) 

96. My Awesome/Awful Popularity Plan by Seth Rudetsky

97. Bait by Alex Sanchez

98. The God Box by Alex Sanchez

99. Rainbow Boys by Alex Sanchez (another early classic got me through high school) 

100. So Hard to Say by Alex Sanchez (my favorite thing Sanchez has ever done, adorable) 

101. Getting It by Alex Sanchez

102. Fans of the Impossible Life by Kate Scelsa 

103. Drag Teen by Jeffery Self 

104. Playing by the Book by S. Chris Shirley

105. More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera (heart breaker) 

106. Grasshopper Jungle by Andrew Smith

107. Freak Show by James St. James (oh my god, James you beautify man you thanks for all you do) 

108. Wrestling with Desire by D.H. Starr

109. Ray of Sunlight by Brynn Stein (I’m not crying you’re crying!)

110. Imaginary by Jamie Sullivan 

111. Rock by Anyta Sunday

112. (In)visible by Anyta Sunday

113. 366 Days by Kiyoshi Tanaka (honestly my favorite book on here, I can re-read it in like 3 hours because I won’t stop for anything, that said it’s also maybe the darkest and most intense book here, not to say there aren’t cute and sweet moments lots of those, but also darkness, you’ve been warned)

114. Because You’ll Never Meet Me by Leah Thomas (great book) 

115. Just Between Us by J.H. Trumble

116. The Price of Falling by Melanie Tushmore

117. Highly Illogical Behavior by John Corey Whaley

118. Teenage Rewrite by Brandon Williams

119. What They Always Tell Us by Martin Wilson

120. Parrotfish by Ellen Wittlinger 

121. Turning 16 by Perie Wolford

122. A Boy Like Me by Jennie Wood

123. Suicide Watch by Kelley York (another good but dark book)

hope this is helpful to some one and I hope you find a book you enjoy, let me know I’d love to hear what people think when they read something from this list :) 

Time (Damian Wayne imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request:   Can I please request an Older!Damian Wayne where the reader and Damian have been dating for about two months and she goes to the Batcave and sees a new machine (Tim’s time machine) and accidentally presses a button so the reader goes 20 years into the future and she sees herself and is married to Damian and they have kids then her Damian comes to save her and then fluff (some interaction with the reader and 20 years from the future reader and Damian if possible)??
Summary: You and Damian travel to the future to meet an older version of you
Word count: 689
Warning(s): fluff

You were in search of your loving boyfriend Damian, after failing to locate him in the manor you make your way to the batcave. “Dami? you here?” You shout, not too loud. Looking around your eyes land on a machine you haven’t seen before.

Letting your curiosity get the best of you. You go closer to take a look.Your foot hits something on the floor so you lean to get it, leaning your hand on the machine. When you lean your weight on the machine your hand slips and pushes a button. 

You called bel….oh no…” Damian walks to where he heard you, when a bright bright flash fills the room. You weren’t there when he could see again.

The bright light consumed you, and the next thing you know, you’re dizzy, waking up in a basement like place that you don’t recognize. Getting up from the floor, you located the staircase and carefully go up, making sure not to make noise.

The door was open, and you step onto the first floor, the walls were beautifully painted, the floors gorgeous wood. You pass a doorway when your heart stops. There’s someone in the kitchen, their back facing you. You carefully try to turn around and find another way, but an attention grabbing cough sounds from behind your back, causing you to turn back once more. 

Wh-who are you,” You ask, looking at the weirdly familiar woman. “I’m y/n, and you must have found  Tim’s time machine,” She smiles a warm smile, your eyes going wide.

How would you know that?!” You question, only causing future you to chuckle. “Silly, I was you 20 years ago, I’ve already been in this situation,” She explains, a weight lifting off of you.

May I?” You ask her, gesturing to one of the bar stools, to which she nods. “So how’s life now….you said 20….20 years later?” You ask curiously.

Look behind you, out the window,” She instructs, a wooden spoon in hand. Looking outside, you see a man, and an absolutely adorable little boy playing. “That’s Damian and our….or your son,” She says when you finally look back.

“BELOVED?!?” You and the lady both answer in unison “In the kitchen!” Causing you both to burst out laughing.

A disheveled Damian appears in the doorway, where you had creeped not too long ago. “Beloved, are you okay, what happened?” He questions running to you, causing you to smile. You swat away his investigating hands, turning his head toward the window. “Who are those?” He asks. 

That’s you in twenty years…. and I’m y/n in twenty years.” The woman explained, as if for the thousandth  time. Damian watches in amazement. “We’ll have a baby?” He mumbles. “It seems so,” Both you and future you say in unison.

Suddenly the child notices younger Damian, smiling and waving at him. Older Damian of course checks who his smiling and waving at, seeing that it’s younger him he follows the actions of his son, waving at him.

Damian is dumbstruck, waving back, his heart melting.

When did we get married?” Damian asks the woman, looking at me. “That’s for you to find out,” She smiles.

You guys should go back, Bruce has a lecture prepared for you, which you two are gonna hide in Damians room from.” Older you chuckles, taking off her apron and showing you the way back to the basement. 

I haven’t looked at this machine in so long,” She fondly smiles. “Press the green button and hold on to each other, you’ll be back before you know it.”

“Bye!” You wave to her, Damian giving her a smile before a light flash fills the room once more and you’re back in the cave, where you started your short adventure in.

Damian, y/n do you know how dang…..”Bruce starts scolding, when you and Dami share a knowing look and make a break for it, not stopping running until you’re in the safety of his bedroom.

Plopping down on the bed you sigh, “Quite the future, eh?” You chuckle rubbing your eyes.

I wouldn’t have it any other way,” He smiles, kissing your forehead.


With love,

Young Justice Batmom: Part 4

Prompt: Batmom in the young Justice universe

words: 918

AN: I love diving into this universe. This first part is a little short, but the next parts will be longer. Thanks to my wonderful Beta’s who are plowing through my stories!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

You stare at Bruce, arms crossed over your chest and ask, “Are you sure this is a good idea? Starting a new team based on lies?”

          Bruce just smirks, the cowl hiding his eyes, “Are you sure wearing that bathing suit around me is a good idea? You do remember what happened last time you wore it, don’t you?”

          You do your best to beat down the blush fighting to make its way to your cheeks, “I went to the beach with the kids today,” You shrug, “I just haven’t changed yet,” You clear your throat, “Don’t you have a city to patrol?”

          He just grins, gives you a quick kiss, and makes his way to the Zeta tubes. The mountain is quiet. You busy yourself with making a batch of cookies for when the kids get back before settling on the couch with paperwork.

          While it’s certainly not your favorite thing to do, it does need to be done. You’re immersed in reports and numbers, when chattering reaches your ears. There’s an exclamation of, “I smell cookies,” And then everyone is in the kitchen. Well almost everyone. The team is too caught up in their recent success to notice you slip out and back onto the beach.

          She’s standing there, her boots in the sand, her fingers playing with the string of her bow. She’s the outsider in a group that’s been together for a while now. She’s seen as a replacement, by the team and by herself. You can see through the bravado there.

          You have shorts on over you bathing suit, still not having bothered to change. You kick your flip flops off and stick your feet in the water, finally gaining her attention. You give her a small smile, “There are cookies in there if you want one.”

          “Not a big sweets person,” She mumbles.

          You nod, “Batman wasn’t either. Then he tried my chocolate chip cookies and the rest is history. Not that I’m bragging or anything.”

          Her lips quirk into a smile, “I can’t see batman eating cookies.”

          You smile, “Don’t tell anyone but he’s more cookie monster than bat.”

          Her grin fades a bit, “Don’t worry I can keep a secret.”

          You nod, “I know you can Artemis. But sometimes it helps to talk about those secrets. Especially with someone who already knows,” Her eyes go wide, and you step in front of her, “I get it, I do. My husband is Batman, my son is Robin, and I’ve been trusted with the secret identities of almost every other superhero there is. And now I have to keep my identity a secret. Not going to lie, I threw a fit about that one. Anyways, having someone you can talk to helps. So, if you need a confidant, I’m here,” You place a hand on her shoulder and smile as you look her in the eyes, “It’s part of my description as batmom.”

          She laughs a bit at that, before nodding, “Not right now … but maybe later … if I need it.”

          You give her your card and say, “Anytime Artemis, day or night.”

          She goes in ahead of you and you wait a moment before following her. Something isn’t sitting right with you and you don’t like it. The Zeta tube delivers you in time to watch Roy confront your newest cub and you don’t like it.

          You wait for her to walk away before exiting. He doesn’t run, he just stares you down. Or tries to anyway. You win that battle hands down. After years of marriage to Bruce, it would have been disgraceful if you hadn’t.

          You’re shorter than him, and you can’t help but miss the good old days when this kid was smaller than you, “I see you’ve entered your teenage angst phase,” He just looks away and that makes you the tiniest bit angry, “Don’t you look away from me Roy Harper, I’ve known you since your voice began to change.”

          “So you’re taking her side too, huh?”

          You cross your arms over your chest, “She needs someone, just like you needed someone all those years ago Roy. When you and Ollie were still adjusting to each other. I still have all those old emails you know. The ones where you’d rant about him being a womanizing jackass.”

          “He doesn’t take me seriously!”

          You smile at that and say, “I don’t take you seriously Roy. That’s what happens when you’re an adult. You watch kids grow up, but every time you see them you see this little kid who used to hang on you every word, and who would beg for cookies. A little kid, whose arrow wouldn’t even make it a foot without dropping.”

          His frown intensifies, “That’s how you see me?”

          You smile and nod, “Yeah, I see you as that adorable little boy who’d keep me company while the leaguers were in meetings, who helped me bake, the little boy who was around even before Robin was.” You ruffle his hair and surprisingly enough he doesn’t protest it. You let out a sigh, “You haven’t let me ruffle your hair since you turned thirteen. Thanks.” You turn to walk away but stop. Turning to him one last time you say, “My email is still the same by the way.”

          He vanishes a moment later, as Dick steps out of the phone booth with a smile. You wrap an arm around your son’s shoulders and listen to him tell you about saving Wayne Tech.

Insider Info

pocinamedia said:How about a monster woo request where his nephew and your daughter are in the same pre school and she gets invited to his bday party?

Title: Insider Info

Summary: Your Daughter has a knack for exposing you.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1562

AN: @pocinamedia I hope you enjoy this little tid bit!

I’m finally home and working on requests!!

Pictures/Artwork/Gifs are not mine. Credit goes to the original owner.

“Ok, now Tia what do you have to do when we go inside to the party?” You asked your daughter who was practically bouncing in her car seat with excitement. She was straining against the straps and smiling from ear to ear. She’d been talking about her little friend’s party all week and the day had finally come.

She’d dragged you through the stores yesterday trying to find the perfect present for her little friend and you couldn’t help but smile at her yesterday and it eased your mind to think that she was settling into her new life nicely. The two of you moved to Korea two years prior when your investment firm decided to open a new location. You couldn’t pass up the opportunity that included a promotion and a clean break from your ex. You were concerned about shaking up her environment so drastically but she’d taken everything in stride.

“Tia…Ti…TIA.” You’d said her name sternly to draw her attention to you. Once she’d stopped wiggling around you repeated the question.

“We have to listen. Play nice. Make sure that we share and be polite.” She listed everything off using her index finger for each item in her best attempt to mimic you.

“Good job, big girl. All right let’s get out.” You unbuckled her and grabbed the gift. As soon as you’d set her down she took off towards the house but stopped short and admired the motorcycle parked a couple of cars in front of yours.

“Woooooow” she said reaching out to touch the bike. “Mommy, look it’s just like Uncle J.R.’s!” She called to you over her shoulder.  “I see baby but please don’t touch. It’s not ours, ok.”

She nodded her head and continued to look at the motorcycle in awe.

“Tia!!” You heard a small voice call and saw an adorable little boy come bounding out the front door towards your little girl. The two practically crashed into each other and there was a fit of laughter coming from the two.  Tia started talking about the motorcycle.

“That’s my uncle’s.” The little boy said proudly. You stood back watching gift in hand. The little boy freely touched the bike and Tia looked over her shoulder begging you with her eyes to touch the motorcycle too. You were about to tell her no. When you felt someone standing next to you. “She’s good.” You heard a deep voice say from the same side.

You turned towards the voice and were pleasantly surprised at what you saw. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him but it was hard to ignore six feet plus of hard muscle and more ink than you could count. The look might intimidate some but it was the look that got you Tia in the first place. He stood there one leg cocked to the side, one hand in his pocket. You still got amazed at what a plain white tee could do for the male physique. Your ogling was cut short by none other than little miss Tia herself. “Mom, Look!  He has the drawings like Jay Park!” She exclaimed while pointing at his tattoos. She then turned to the birthday boy and whispered as well as a four-year-old could. “My mom says he’s fione.” Again, the last word was repeated in an imitation of you. The two of them giggled together over the secret while you stood there with the Gucci Mane meme face. There was a sharp bark of laughter from the mystery man standing next you. Not for the first time in your life were you thankful for being a dark shade of brown as you felt your face and neck heat up.

“Mommy, can I sit on this?” Tia called from over your shoulder patting the seat of the bike in front of her.  “Actually baby, why don’t we go inside. I’m sure the other kids are looking for the birthday boy.” You took her little hand in yours and headed for the door.

“Maybe, you and your Mommy can come back and look at it after the party.” The man suggested. You stopped for a moment and shot him an assessing glance. There something in that tone that carried a little more than a friendly invitation for your little girl. You’d file that away for further thought. Right now, you needed to focus on getting Tia through the party.

The party had been going on for a good hour at this point. The backyard was crawling with kids. All of which were happily occupied with either a bounce house, bubble station or giant building blocks. He’d been there at each little station helping keep the party moving and finding little reasons to talk to you. Did you want a glass of water? Did Tia have a turn in the bounce house? Did Tia get her set of bubbles? Questions that made sense weren’t out of the ordinary to ask. There was that same undertone of a deeper invitation from earlier. Of course, you were hanging around some of the other parents and doing your best to help wrangle the little ones. You casually asked who casually asked who the man in the white tee was. He’d been the afternoon eye candy for you and some of the other moms. Sometimes those gossiping broads had their use. You found out that the man you’d seen around the school a couple of times was the birthday boy’s uncle.

The party was wrapping up. The cake had been cut and gifts had been opened. Tia had done an amazing job of listening and was currently making her was over to you after getting her party favor. She placed her little hand in yours again and was pulling you towards the door. “Mom, c’mon. Remember he said I could sit on the motorcycle after that party.” You were reluctantly following her out. “Baby, I think he was just being nice. Why don’t we just head home. It’s getting a little late.” You knew that would immediately be met with a pout if not a full out whining session. Truth was you were kind of nervous. You weren’t sure if what you read in that tone earlier was real. You’d been out of the dating since things ended with Tia’s father and understandably you were rusty.

It seemed like luck was on Tia’s side today, though. There was a rush of black hair then your daughters tug on your hand was aided by the pull of another four-year-old. “Tia hurry. My uncle’s waiting for us.” You sighed resigned to accept your fate. You followed the two out the door. There he was sitting on the bike looking kinda pissed off. He was slouching slightly one hand resting on the handlebar, the other holding a cigarette to his mouth. His demeanor changed completely when he saw his nephew running towards him. He smiled, damn near cheesing really and stomped the cigarette out. He threw his arms open and the little boy barreled into him like the two hadn’t spent most of the day together. You were kind of jealous. That was something you missed little miss Tia doing to you. She’d let go of your hand at this point and was doing an odd skipping/galloping motion over to the other pair.

The man stood up and sat the little boy on the seat and hefted Tia next to him. You came over and helped keep an eye on them. The two playing happily making motorcycle noises and pretending to rev the engine. “Thank you by the way.” You said still smiling and looking at your little love. “My brother has a few bikes back home. She plays around in the garage while he fixes them up.” You knew it might have been an over share but you did appreciate it.

“Do you ride?” He asked as a way of responding. “Not well.” You laughed recalling how slowly you drove your brother’s bike each time you took it out. He smiled more like a smirk. You liked the look and put one on your own face. “You should come by and I’ll show you how.” There it was again. That innocent invitation laced with something more. “I don’t even know your name.” You said with a bit of a laugh. “Could keep it that way.” He shot back. “Nah, bruh.” You immediately shook your head and laughed again. The two of you officially introduced each other. “About that ride?” He asked You two stood there sizing each other up. Him wondering if he’d come on strong enough and you wondering if you were ready to jump back into the dating world.

Neither of you noticed that the noises that had been coming at a steady in front of you had all but stopped. There was a tap on your daughter’s shoulder. “Why are they looking at each other like that?” He was clearly confused and your daughters on little face was bunched up in a frown. She shrugged. “Maybe she likes his muscles? She likes those.” She answered in a whisper. “Mom, do you like his muscles like you like Lee Soohyuk’s?” She asked loudly effectively shattering your little standoff. You simply closed your eyes and took a deep breath shaking your head. ‘If she was any older…’ You thought to yourself letting the threat remain in your mind.

Lawrence Kraft: an adorable merchant with a deep, dark, sexy, send me straight to hell kinda voice, if you know what I mean ✨🖤

Best friends - Pittsburgh Penguins (PT Diaries, Episode 8)

Requested by anon: Could you write a PT Diaries chapter that includes Kris Letang’s adorable little boy? Maybe he has his first crush on the PT or the team tries to use his cuteness to get something from her. I’m really open to any ideas you may have to incorporate that adorable kid. Really enjoying this story!!

A/N: I’m not really sure about this, but I hope you like it.

Word count: 1201

Warnings: none.

Episode 1  Episode 2  Episode 3  Episode 4  Episode 5  Episode 6  Episode 7

Master list

Originally posted by bennyandthestars

I lock the door of my office, heading to the rink to keep an eye on the injured players who are skating today. The Penguins are having no luck with injuries this year, having up to six players on the injury report. I’m looking down at my schedule, trying to figure out how I am going to treat everyone when someone runs into my legs. Someone really small.

“Alex, soyez prudent! (Alex, be careful!)” I look down to see a child gripping at my legs, followed by an out of breath Bang-Bang Letang. “S’excuser auprès de (y/n) (Apologize to (y/n)). In English.”

I haven’t understood a word of what he has said, but I can easily tell that the blue eyed kid that is stuck to my leg is Alexander Letang, Kris’ son. I hold the kid by his shoulders and push him away from me slightly so I can kneel in front of him.

“Hello, buddy.” I say, extending my hand to him to shake it. The kid looks at me for a little longer before grabbing my right hand with his left one and squeezing a little.

“Salut (Hello).” He answers me, not letting my hand go.

“Alex, English.” Kris warns him again and I smile, encouraging the little kid to speak in English.

“Hi.” He says shyly and my heart melts.

“ALEEEEEEEX.” I hear from the other side of the hallway and I look up to see small girl running to us.

I look at Kris and he just shakes his head, stopping the little girl before she crushes into me as well.

“Estelle, say hi to (y/n).” Kris instructs and the girl looks at me from head to toes, evaluating me.

“Hi.” She says with a big smile after she decided I am trustworthy.

“Hello, sweetheart.” I say, giving her a smile back.

Estelle is Marc Andre’s oldest daughter and his dad never stops talking about her and her little sister.

“Flower and I brought these two to practice so the wives could get things done today.” Kris explains me and I nod, looking at the children. “We are having a little skate after practice.”

“Do you want me to take care of them until you are done?” I ask.

I’ve always loved children. I had my first niece when I was fifteen, so I guess that I am more than okay with taking care of children.

“You have no idea of what you are getting into.” Kris warns me. “They are worse than Sid and Geno together.”

I laugh, extending my hands to the kids. They take my hand without even thinking about it.

“I think we will be fine.” I say and the two kids nod.

“Se comporter. (Behave)” Kris says in French and the kids nod again.

Kris turns around and walks on his skates back to the rink, leaving me with Alex and Estelle.

“Do you want to go watch daddy play hockey?” I ask them, kneeling so I am on the same height as them.

“Oui!” Alex says, but he realizes his mistake soon. “Yes!”

“Should we get snacks before we go?” I wonder and they both nod frenetically.

The kitchen is the best place of the whole ice rink if you ask me. When you spend hours and hours here working it is nice to have a place packed with snacks and drinks. Because of the Penguins policy, everything on the kitchen is healthy-ish, so I know that Kris and Marc Andre won’t kill me for giving their kids junk food.

“What should we grab, guys?” I ask, opening the fridge for them to see what there is.

The three of us decide that smoothies, grapes and air popped popcorn is good enough to watch the team skate and we venture out to the rink, sitting on the stands. Having kids there is the worst thing ever for Mike Sullivan, who has to scream at least half a dozen times to get the attention of his players, who are too busy waving and pumping against the glass in front of the kids.

“If you don’t do this drill right Estelle and Alex have more chances to be at tomorrow’s game than you two.” He warns Sidney and Conor, who have spent five minutes begging the kids for a handful of popcorn.

I am taking notes on everyone’s performance when Alex and Estelle start screaming next to me, so I pick my head up to see Evgeni walking towards us, supporting himself on crutches. I have to stop grab the kids by their waist so they don’t run him over.

“Hi kids.” He says, sitting on the seat next to mine and putting the metal crutches on the floor. “Zdravstvujte ljubov’ (Hello love).” He says to me, even though I only understand the first word he says.

“Zdravstvujte Geno (Hello Geno).” I answer him.

“I want grape.” He says to Alex, who is holding the zipblock bag with grapes in it.

Both kids get on their feet and walk to Geno, who sits both Alex and Estelle on his healthy lap, giving me a look telling me that he was fine.

“Geno, is she your girlfriend?” I hear Estelle whisper to the big teddy bear Geno is.

“Net (No).” Geno says in Russian, making the kids giggle. “She help recover.”

“She is a doctor?” Alex is the one asking this time, making me smile while I watch Murray’s movements, writing a few notes on my pad.

“Net (No).” Geno says again. “She is therapist.” He looks at me for help and I giggle a little.

“Well, I know a lot of games.” I explain, putting my notepad down. “Games that help them,” I point at Geno and the guys on the ice, “get better when they are injured.”

The kids seem really amazed by my job, but Geno looks at me with a look that screams ‘liar, liar, pants on fire’.

“Right now I am thinking of games to play with each one of them.” I keep talking and Estelle and Alex nod for a second before turning their attention to their snack, giving Geno food when he asks for it.

I concentrate on the practice going on, keeping my eyes on the injured guys but also taking a few notes about how we could improve the performance on the ice of some of the other guys.

“(y/n), (y/n), help.” Alex yells, tugging my shirt.

I look away from the ice and back to the kids and Geno. They are all standing and looking at me.

“Skates. Tie.” Alex says again, not letting my sleeve go.

I stand up, putting my notepad on the seat and following them to the bench, where their skate bags are. Geno sits on the bench and Estelle sits besides him, putting her feet on his lap. I do the same, taking Alex’ shoes off and changing them for a pair of skates.

“Good?” I say, tying up his skates.

“Oui.” He answers and I put him on the floor and holding his hands, helping him to the ice and then doing the exact same thing with Estelle, watching them both skate to their fathers.

“Kris said that they are worse than Sid and you.” I tell Geno, sitting next to him on the bench and looking at the children skate around the players.

“They are best friends too.” He replies.

Steve Rogers/Captain America - Little Leo

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

You and Steve spend the day looking after your three-year-old nephew, Leo.

Pairing/s: Steve x Fem!Reader, Steve x Fem!Reader x Leo

Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers, Leo (OMC), Y/S/N, Bucky Barnes. Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson (Briefly mentioned)

Warnings: None, this is just fluff!

A/N: Thank you to @mo320 for being my beta!

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Bigger Booty Better Thighs (Seventeen Preference)

(AN: a couple of weeks ago I posted the first part to this with five of the boys and somebody requested that I do a second part with the rest of them so here we are. A headcanon list about seventeen dating/liking a plus-sized girl. Semi-smut warning.) 

First part here.

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Don’t Leave Me

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Pairing: John x Reader, Dean
Word count: 1,212

Part 4 of Winchester Losses

Feeling you shift against him, he pulled you close, enjoying the scent of your shampoo. “John, did you remember to give the boys the alarm passcode?” You asked, half-asleep.

“Uh….” He thought. “I don’t remember.”

You sighed and opened your eyes enough to reach over to your nightstand and grab your phone. “You’re going to start taking less hours at the garage, Mr. Winchester.” You shot him a teasing look.

John watched you as you quickly texted, enjoying your bedhead. You were on your back, as gorgeous as ever. “How’d I get so damn lucky?” He grinned as you blushed.

Putting your phone back, you turned to face him. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in the motel with you, but he figured that must have been some strange dream. “I’ve asked myself every day since we met.” You kissed him gently.

His lips moved against yours, his hand on your lower back. “What time are they getting here?” His voice was low, and you knew the look in his eyes well.

“They’ll be here about lunchtime.” You reminded him. “Sam and Jess are getting here early, though. I’m running to the store with her for some last minute things, and you and Sam can start the grill.” John groaned lightly, knowing that him and Sam butted heads like there was no tomorrow. “John Winchester, that is your son, and he’s excited that the little boy they’re adopting will be here next week. He wants to celebrate with his family.” You told him firmly, watching him smirk at you getting all riled up.

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