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whump-town · 3 years

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A Favor

Feeling very Hotch and Hank these days (feel free to send me asks about them because I fucking love them and I will write more about them if given the chance)

No warnings

No Pairings

It begins about mid-April in the height of the whole “April showers bring May flowers” thing. Hotch is sitting on the porch when Derek pulls into his driveway. The day is chilly, the perfect sort where the weather never gets the chance to get humid because the rain doesn’t stop falling and the sun stays tucked behind thick, billowing clouds. Windshield wipers darting quickly, never fast enough to fight the rapid downpour. Sitting out in a rocking chair, sweater pulled over his white-shirt to fight the chill, Hotch cocks his head to the side as Derek throws his door open, jogging - head down- to the porch. The car is still on.

“I need a favor,” he shouts as he nears the porch. He runs on up, ignoring Hotch’s raised eyebrow of confusion. Derek follows his eyes to the car and lets out a breathless sigh. “Listen, man, Hank’s got the croup or something. The nursery won’t take him when he’s got a fever and the plumbing just blew sky high at that house I’m renovating on Sixth Street. Savannah -”

Hotch stands, all Derek needed to say was that he needed Hotch to watch Hank for a little bit. The rest is rather unnecessary. How many times did Derek spend an hour or the day watching Jack so Hotch could do his job? Hanging around a park or the office instead of out doing what he wanted. Even if he hadn’t watched Jack, Hotch loves Hank. He cares about Derek and he also likes Savannah. Besides, his day isn’t exactly looking too busy at the moment. “He’s in the car?” Hotch asks, reaching down and grabs the raincoat he’d laid over the chair beside him.

Derek nods. He winces, “he’s moody but I think he’s excited to see you.”

Hotch hums. As they near the car, Hotch’s jacket is thrown over his arm as he walks into the rain, he smirks as they get closer and Hank’s crying gets louder. He looks at Derek, a twinkle in his eye, and betrays his amusement. Hank doesn’t exactly sound excited to be here.

Derek opens the door, immediately placing a hand on Hank’s heaving chest, shushing him gently. “Hank,” he calls, rubbing Hank’s chest with his thumb. “Baby look who it is.” Hank whines, kicking out and still making softer crying sounds as he rubs his eyes and finds Hotch. “See?” Derek offers, stepping to the side to let Hotch step closer. “I promised I’d take you to see Hops.” Hank still cries, softer now but big pitiful tears that make both men’s heartache. It makes Derek feel awful that he has to leave him.

Derek steps back, sighing as he moves to the other side of the car for the diaper bag. “Everything should be in here,” Derek shouts, as he leans around and drags the heavy bag out. He hadn’t looked in it, he realizes, before leaving but he’s certain diapers are good but he’s not so sure about a spare change of clothes. If it’s that big of a deal, Hotch will just drive him to Derek’s. Besides, Savannah should be off by five and Derek should be done by lunchtime. They’ll be fine. Hotch has done the baby thing before.

Hotch unbuckles the straps holding Hank in, frowning when Hank immediately starts fighting to get the rest of the way out. His fingers have lost the dexterity he had in his youth - too many years of abusing them for all they were worth in fights, countless hours of paperwork, and... Foyet. Wiggling baby and tiny little mechanics do not help. He’s managing slowly when Derek comes back around, his grey t-shirt now soaked, and he steps back to let Derek in.

“Alright, alright -” Derek gets him out in a second. Working through the straps and buttons with no issue. “Look,” Derek turns and gives Hank to Hotch. Smiling when Hotch wraps his raincoat around the baby, rocking his body to try and soothe Hank back down. The baby takes to Hotch, wrapping his arms around his neck, and presses his wet face into Hotch’s shirt. Derek can faintly hear him hiccuping, still crying but softer now. Whining more than sobbing.

At that moment, Derek has no idea the impact of the domino that he has knocked over.

When Hank was born, before Hank was born, Reid went through this phase of reading every parenting book he perceived worth it. If they were really good, if Reid found them intellectually stimulating and correct statistically, he’d turn them over to Morgan. Annotated. They would be covered in sticky notes, full of notes and commentary. Lots of directions about orders to read the books in and how to skip around so ensure he got the best read according to Reid.

Having nothing to do with what Reid thought was best or even important, Derek found himself reading through the guides about grandparents. About the ways that people change. Adapting to being a parent and then how parents handle being grandparents.

His father would never meet Hank.

Chicago is so far away. Fran is here when she can be, she’s a fantastic grandmother. He’s called her for everything under the sun and even though Hank has had a thousand colds and upper-respiratory infections come and go, he still calls her for every single one. Just to make sure. Just for someone to tell him he’s doing all this right.

Savannah hasn’t talked to her parents in years. Things are too complicated.

Hank will have a grandmother. One.

It’s so unfair.

It eats Derek up. Grandparents had been so important to him as a child. His grandmother was one of the only people he felt safe with, always. She was just calm in the storm of pain in his life. Who could be that person for Hank? He never wants Hank to need someone but it’s better to have a net to fall on, something to brace against when the floor gives way than to come crashing through the floor. To be met with concrete where it doesn’t have to be.

Then Derek goes and spills all those dominos.

The first time that it happens he’s a mess. He dropped Hank off at daycare at seven, like he does every morning. So, reasonably, that’s where Hank should be at two when Derek goes to pick him up.

An hour later, shaking and on the verge of tears, Derek finds him in Hotch’s backyard. The two calmly swaying in the hammock, Hank drowsily listening to Hotch read “The Lorax”. Even intently listening, head tilted up so he can see Hotch, to the older man’s boring, if not entirely too complicated, commentary about capitalism and Karl Marx. The alienation of labor and lack of class consciousness, it’s no wonder the kid is falling asleep.

Putting Hotch on the emergency list had been more of a precaution for the possibility that Morgan is on a job and Savannah has work. He hadn’t really considered Hotch would need to go get Hank. Morgan hadn’t even wanted to list him, didn’t want to bother him like that.

By about the hundredth time, it’s no longer jarring to walk into the daycare and find his son is already gone. Even the workers know to warn him now.

Derek has a key to Hotch’s, he’s more than earned that right but especially these days. He lets himself into the front door and through the house, knows exactly where to find his son. The kid spends more days out of daycare than he spends in it.

“What are you two going to do when he goes to Kindergarten next year?”

They’re in the backyard, as they typically are. As annoying as he finds paying for a program that Hank doesn’t honestly attend most days, he can’t complain that much. Hank is reading exceptionally well, having two adults’ undivided attention for long periods of time helps. There are side effects. He can read books on his own but he does occasionally do old people things.

Like grunt when he sits down.

And asks to drink everything out of a mug.

Derek can see the face Emily makes, knows how this conversation goes by default of how it’s gone a hundred times before. “No,” Derek says, flatly. “You can not pull him out of Kindergarten.”

Hotch looks down at Hank, the toddler curled up into his side with a picture book. “He doesn’t have to go to Kindergarten.”

Derek had made himself sick thinking about Hank’s perceived lack of support. He hadn’t anticipated this. The giant hammock Hotch put up in his backyard. Met for fall days just like this, large enough for Emily and Hotch lay on two separate ends. Hank in the middle of them, feet kicked up on Emily’s thighs like a little king. The bookshelf in Hotch’s old office lowest shelf full of children’s books. The car seat in his old pick-up truck. The go-gurts, applesauce squeeze drinks, and gummies in his kitchen cabinets.

“There are proven benefits to homeschooling,” Emily offers, eyes peeking up above her own book.

Morgan rolls his eyes, “and there are too Kindergarten as well.”

Hotch says nothing but the blank look, the slight glare, speaks for itself.

“I don’t want my four-year-old to act like an old person,” Morgan defends. Is it not bad enough he grunts when he bends down to get things? That he’s told Savannah his back hurts and he needs a heating pad? He’s four. He doesn’t need any of those things. “No offense,” he adds, very delayed. The worst part is that he was going to have to bring Hank here this afternoon anyways. He’s expecting a new roofer at his property on the other side of town and Hank gets too antsy to watch. Besides, Hank would much rather be here.

“Look!” Hank sits up, twisting and turning around so that he can show Hotch his book. Derek moves forward, about to fuss and warn him to gentle but Hank knows what to do. He spends every day with two old people, neither as limber as they once were. Covered in scars and trauma that have stolen mobility. He knows how to be excited and bouncy with them. So he’s careful even as he looks like a monkey climbing up the side of Hotch’s legs and hip to half sit on his stomach and turn his book around. “See?”

Hotch nods, smiling encouragingly. Hank’s new thing is spiders. Bugs are very age-appropriate but Emily and Hotch struggle to maintain a blind amount of interest. Especially when Hank brings them bugs, he’s so excited too. It’s adorable but Hotch is going to lose his mind if he has to let Hank crawl into his lap with one more spider.

“I’ll be back by six,” Morgan says. He kisses the top of Hank’s head, nodding his head when Hank shows him the enlarged picture of the spider in his book. “If not--”

“He’s fine here, no reason to rush around.”

Morgan nods, "love you, buddy."

Hank ignores him, just falls over onto his side. Squirming around until he's tucked against Hotch's side, smirking up at his father.

"Behave."

But the truth is, Hank always acts on his best behavior for Hotch.

#criminal minds #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #hank morgan

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jay-and-dean · 4 years

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Room 028

Dean x reader (?)

Summary : You’re sent back in time, and meet people you know… And someone you never got to meet.

Warnings : Fluff, baby Winchesters, cuteness. Angst. Very slightly implied smut.

Words : 4.6k

Note : I have this story in mind for years… I know it’s a little different but I needed it out. I hope you will like it.

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“What the…” you said looking around.

One minute before you were with Sam and Dean, hunting down that stupid fanatical angel, it was day light, and it was a warm and sunny summer.

You wrapped your arms around your naked shoulder, the sudden winter night biting your skin suddenly. It was… snowing ?

You looked down to note you were still wearing the same clothes : a black tank top, and Dean’s grey flannel tied around the belt of your jeans.

A motel parking. You looked up to the street lamp, the little snowflakes spinning around it in the night. That didn’t make sense at all.

What if that feathery douche had zap you somewhere ?

When the Impala appeared in your field of vision, parked and empty, you let out a sigh of relief.

“Dean” you murmured, just needing to find your friend again.

The parking was almost empty, so you assumed that he had parked the car the closest to his bedroom door.

Room 028.

You tried to look through the window before you knocked, to be sure you weren’t mistaking, but didn’t see the brother’s bags.

“Dean ?” you tried through the door, but finally decided to knock. “Dean, it’s me.”

When the door opened, you frowned. No one was here, like the door had opened by itself.

“Are you a friend of dad ?” a little voice caught your attention, making you look down.

A tiny boy, maybe five or six years old, was holding the door with a wary look. You frowned, wondering what kind of parents would let the little one open the door in such a place, at night.

“I’m sorry I must have mistaken” you mumbled, but the beautiful green eyes looking back at you made you shiver.

“You called me” the little boy said.

Your heart missed a beat and you squatted to look at him closer. His freckles were discreetly covering his angelic skin, and every single thing was perfect on this innocent face.

“Dean ?” you tried, choking in disbelief.

And when he nodded, your mouth stayed agape.

How could this boy be Dean, your Dean, the man chopping heads a few minutes ago, the man…

You wanted to take him in your arms but this little boy didn’t knew you, and his suspicious look wouldn’t let you forget that.

“Are you a friend of dad ?” he asked again, searching your face with what was going to become in a few years, his frightening threatening face.

“Y-yes” you said.

“Prove it !”

You smiled, smart little thing.

“Your dad’s name is John Winchester, the car behind me is his, he asked me to come check on Sammy and you.”

He hesitated a few seconds, then sighs.

“Sammy has been crying” he said with a tired voice, opening the door more to let you in, and your heart broke, imagining him alone with a crying baby.

If Dean was five or six years old, Sam couldn’t be more than two.

You entered, looking around the room. It was, indeed, the eighties here. You rubbed your face and took a deep breath. Weird was usual… But your best friends being babies. That’s was another kind of strange.

Many times, during Dean’s drunk confessions about not having had a childhood, or his jokes about the food he used to make for Sam, you dreamed about having the occasion to hug the little boy he was, the boys they were…

“I don’t hear him cry, where is Sammy ?” you asked, closing the door behind you.

Dean took your hand and guided you to the other room. Here was a baby bed and two queens. Sam, that cute little boy in a sleep suit, was sitting behind the bars, big tears on his red baby face.

He must have been calling for a long time. But Dean couldn’t reach him… You noticed Dean must have thrown everything he could above the bars of his bed to find what was wrong ; there was toys, food, covers…

You swallowed, trying not to cry, both thinking about what your partners had been through, and about these poor little creatures here and now.

When you got close, Sam got up on his tiny legs. Taking him in your arms, you got surprised that he wasn’t wary at all. He was wet, and quite cold in this poorly heated room.

“I think he needs changing” Dean said and you smiled to hide your tears.

“Your baby brother does. But, I think he needs cleaning up too, what do you think little Bean ?” you hid the sadness deep in your voice and Dean shrugged. “Come here.”

You opened the bathroom door and turned on the light, talking to Sam.

“Hey Sammy, I’m Y/n. I’m daddy’s friend… You’re all cold huh ?” his tiny hand grabbed the strap of your tank top and his intense eyes searched your face, waiting for a smile to read if you were friend or not.

The second you gave him one, he offered you the cutest dimpled smile back and said something in baby’s language that was not understandable but you answered anyway.

“Yes, Sammy, you’re pretty.”

Your turned to Dean and noticed his t-shirt was stained.

You had no idea what to do, how to come back to present or anything, but you were certain of one thing : you would give your life to protect the precious boys.

“You’ll wash too, little Bean, chop chop, take off those dirty clothes. Where is your bag ? And Sam’s ?”

The kid you actually knew so well without having seeing him at all before showed you the bags. After taking fresh clothes for both of them and a diaper, you guided Dean in the shower, and filled the sink with warm water to wash this tiny version of Sam.

Dean started to clumsily rub his belly with soap, and his little feet. You kept an eye on him while rinsing Sam’s soft hair, trying not to put water in his face.

“I can’t do my hair !” Dean called.

You wrapped Sam in a towel, rubbing his head and back to prevent him to be cold. And, letting him stand beside you, you washed his brother’s hair, thinking of how many times you dreamed of joining him in the shower… How ironic was it ?

“We are going to tell dad that you’re the one washing my hair all the time now !” he explained showing you his face. “Look, no foam in my eyes.”

Your heart broke even more at the thought you will never be here to take care of him… Not until almost thirty years.

Baby Dean was the most independent child you have ever seen, and watching him dry his tiny legs like a little man, putting on his light blue pajamas by himself made you emotional again. But Sam’s baby words caught your attention and you closed his diaper.

“Yes Sammy, I know you’re cold, sorry, here. Oh that’s better in dry clothes, huh ?”

“He will be hungry” Dean stated. “Dad made a baby bottle.”

“A baby bottle ?” you said smiling to the pretty little boy in your arms, your head coming closer to his to allow him to grab your face. “If Sam can walk, he can eat like you.”

Making the mac and cheese you had found, you smiled at how guiding Dean was, standing on the chair next to you to survey your every moves. With Sam sitting on your hip, you felt your heart finally getting a little warmer, their radiant smiles lightening the room.

“Don’t touch little Bean, it’s very hot.”

“I’m not a beeean !” he pouted.

“I know, but… I have a friend, a friend I really love ; he is the strongest and the bravest. His name is Dean, like you.”

“Really ?” he smiled and you couldn’t help but bend and put a tender kiss on the top of his head.

“Yes, and I call him Deanie Bean, so I though, as you are strong and brave too, but still little, you could be little Bean… What do you think ?”

“Okay" he shrugged. “But I will grow big as my dad !” he smiled proudly, lifting his little hands in the air and standing on his tiptoes.

“You will little Bean… you will. And Sammy too !” you chuckled, thinking at how incredible it was to be able to carry this future giant.

“No I’m the big brother, Sam will be smaller than me” Dean stated and you rubbed his back, somehow unable to not give him all your love, even on a weird motherly form.

"Okay, little Bean, you’re the tallest.”

“What is your name ?” he asked with that small voice of his.

“Y/n”

“Y/n” Sammy repeated with baby mistakes.

You turned to put Sam on the high chair, and sit between the boys. The second Dean started to eat, you recognized him even more, his appetite and clumsy eating making your heart miss a beat.

While watching and helping Sam, you started cutting the few fruits you had found, an apple, an old banana on witch you kept only the good parts, and a lemon.

“So… Where is your dad ?” you asked, cutting the apple in little cubes.

“He is out for work” Dean stated, getting up to pick up the towel his brother had let fall from his lap. “Why do you cut fruits ?”

“Because you’re going to eat it, it’s good for you.”

“What ? Groooss” Dean protested, running to the TV.

“Little Bean, come here” you chuckled.

But your face soon faded, and your heart fell on your guts when the door opened and a really angry John Winchester pointed a gun at your face.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU !” he yelled and Sam started to cry.

“John… wait…” you said holding your hands in the air. “I’m a friend I swear, just… Let me talk.”

He ran to Sam and grabbed him, hiding Dean behind his leg, still holding the barrel of his gun right at your face.

“I swear John, I’m not a monster, you can test me with silver and everything… I’m a hunter, I swear, I… I knew Bobby Singer !”

“How did you enter ?” he asked stern, barely audible behind Sam’s sobs.

You didn’t answer right away, searching something to say but he turned to Dean right away.

“DID YOU OPEN THE DOOR !” he yelled and baby Dean flinched, breaking your heart. “DEAN I SWEAR…”

“NO !” you pointed your finger at that man you always feared a little, without even knowing him. “DON’T YELL AT HIM !”

Dean took a step back and suddenly, the gun pointing at you was unimportant. You ran and fell on your knees, taking him protectively in your arms with John’s armed hand following you.

“Let go of my son” he ordered.

“C-can’t you see the boys are terrified ?” you groaned, staring back at him with wet dark eyes and an air of defiance.

You kept rubbing Dean’s back and, seeing his brother in your arms, Sam tried to reach you, spreading his baby arms toward you and almost jumping of John’s arms.

“It’s okay little Bean, it’s just a grown up fight, it’s not your fault, your daddy and I will talk calmly now…” you said, giving Sam a sad look because you couldn’t take him in your arms.

“Name” John ordered, lowering his gun, but keeping it in hand.

“Y/n”

Sam’s sobs were still deafening.

“Who are you ?”

“I’m a hunter” you stated “I can prove anything you want, I even knew Mary. Just… Let me comfort Sammy please…”

“Mary ?” he choked on her name.

You dared getting on your feet to cautiously grab Sam but Dean wouldn’t let go of you so you carried him as you can. John allowed you, too stunned by the name of his love.

“Come here Sammy… yeah… here, look Dean is here, nothing can happen to you baby boy…”

“How did you know May ?” John asked, but the two brothers were too heavy, and that was all you could think of at this moment.

“Can I sit ?” you dared.

“Yes but one move I don’t like and you’re dead” he threatened.

But his threats seemed so far from you when Dean nuzzled on you, grabbing the sleeve of his own grown up flannel to wipe his tears.

“Whatever” you stated, putting a kiss on Sam’s forehead.

“How do you know my boys” John asked, stern, staying on his feet to make it clear he did not trust you.

“Listen, it’s… Complicated. I would rather not talk about it in front of them…” you sighed, looking into Dean’s big wet eyes.

“Then I’ll put them to bed” he moved but you stopped him with a pleading hand.

“John, please, Sam is still shaking. Give them a minute… Please.”

“What can you tell me now then ?” he grunted and you couldn’t help but smile a little, suddenly seeing a little of Dean in his father.

“I know your boys, I knew Bobby, look, he gave me his watch because I was found of it…”

“I saw him next week and he still had it” he frowned.

“You know uncle Bobby ?” Dean mumbled and you smiled to him, ignoring his father each time he needed your attention.

“Yes little Bean” you tried to hide your sadness deep down, thinking about his funeral and about how Sam and Dean got affected by his death…

You finally looked up to meet John’s intimidating green eyes.

“I knew Rufus too, I even met Missouri once. I’m not an enemy, John… And believe me I would never hurt your boys, I would die for them in heartbeat.”

“You’re going to die ?” Dean half panicked and you put your forehead on his, immediately needing to calm him.

“No. No Dean I’m not, and when you will be big and strong, I will still be here, okay ? You’re my best friend, little Bean.”

At your words, the little boy relaxed and even gave you a shy smile. Death was already something really clear in his head, it wasn’t supposed to yet, but the future hero already had the foundations of what was going to be his burden…

John was staring at you with a harsh face that seemed to hide a confused expression.

“Baby Bean” you pushed his hair a little. “Your daddy and I need to talk a little, would you mind take your little brother with you in the bedroom ? I’ll put some Scooby doo, I know you like it, right ?”

He nodded but still seemed a little worried, searching his father’s face.

“I will join you just after, Dean” John stated.

“And I’ll kiss you and Sammy goodnight” you added with a reassuring smile. “I promise.”

Dean got up and you followed him in the bedroom, putting Sam on the bed next to him with the stuffed animal from his bed.

“Here, Sammy, you stay with Dean a little ?” you asked him and he searched your face before letting go of your arms.

“No, Sammy has own bed !” Dean protested when his little brother crawled next to him.

“Well for now he will stay a little with you, just make sure he doesn’t fall from the bed, okay ?” you said, noticing John behind you when the little boy looked at him for approbation.

He must have nodded because Dean sat better, opening his arms to his little brother.

“Come here Sammy, if you stay close you won’t fall” he stated with a too serious tone that made you smile.

When you closed the door, your heart sank. That was it… You had to be alone with the man you never knew what to think of.

John Winchester was your best friends hero but… You also came to the realization along the years… with hints and Dean’s words and meeting this guy from the boys house -Sonny-… That, if he seemed to be a great man, he was not a great father. Depression, obsession and alcohol had made him neglectful… And you never really knew how far it went… you weren’t sure he never physically abused the most important man in your life.

You turned to him and he seemed surprised at how stern your face was now. But what he didn’t know was that you could fight a thousand men like him to shield the boys in the room behind you.

He took a beer, without offering you one.

“You’re good with kids” he stated.

“Not really, I’m just good with your sons” you answered.

“Maybe you need a babysitter job” he said taking a sit and you frowned at his macho words, sitting in front of him.

“I’m a hunter, not a babysitter. And I’m really good at my job” you answered a little coldly.

“How do you know my sons, they never leave me, and I have never seen you” he asked, still trying to scare you a little.

And honestly he could have impressed you, frightened you even, but Dean’s face was burned in your mind, your Dean, the man he had become. So no one could really impress you more than that… And nothing could really scare you except losing him.

“Never leave them…” you scoffed.

“Excuse me ?” he frowned.

“John…” you adjusted in your seat, weighting your words. “No offence but… You’re already neglecting them” he opened his mouth but you put your hands in front of you as a peace offering. “I know… I know you need to find who killed Mary. And you will, believe me, actually Dean will k… Anyway. John… Sam was wet and crying when I found them, Dean was dirty and… They are too young to be alone…”

“Dean is a big boy, he can…”

“No” you cut him. “Dean is a little boy who lost his mom and house, his school and his friends all at once. He doesn’t need to lose his dad too… He’s not a father, and he’s not a soldier.”

“How dare you ? How can you talk like you knew anything, girl ?” he sat straighter, his tone hard.

“It will get worse, John, and one day, you will regret treating them like that… I know it, because you’re hurt but you love them…”

He searched your face, like he was trying to decide if he should listen to what you had to say, or cut your throat. And you thanked whoever was responsible in your head, to not have to have this conversation with the John from a few years later. The boys were still young, Mary was still close to his heart… He hadn’t turned to stone yet.

“I need answers now” he stated. “Or you’re out.”

“You’re used to supernatural… But what I’m about to say might surprise you a little” you sighed and he chuckled, not taking you seriously. “I’m from the future. I’m actually not born yet.”

You waited and, surprisingly, he didn’t laugh.

“It’s impossible” he just stated.

“Believe me you have no idea what’s possible yet…” suddenly, an idea came to your mind and you dig your hand in your pocket. “This is my phone” you showed him. “And I can do everything with it, it’s something really… too much important, if you want my opinion, in the future, we all have one, and we don’t use it only to call people” you said, putting on some music, but of course you had no internet access.

His eyes were wide open, and he got closer to look at it. When you came back to the wallpaper of the main screen, he frowned.

“This guy… seems familiar, is he from Mary’s family ?” he asked and, for the first time, you felt actually bad for him.

“It’s Dean, John. This is your son.”

He looked up with wet eyes, instantly believing you. Like he could recognize his son with his heart, probably seeing little traits, little details that came from his family, from Mary’s family…

“Dean ?” he seemed suddenly emotional, not daring to take the phone from your hand. “He looks a lot like his mother…”

“And like you” you admitted, looking at the picture of you holding Dean from behind, your head on his shoulder. “See this flannel on the picture ?” You showed him the same at your waist. “John I know it’s a lot…”

“Show me more” he asked, rubbing his scruff in an attempt to gain some composure back.

You opened the gallery and showed him your favorite photo of the brothers, standing next to the impala. You had taken this picture last summer, they were laughing at some joke you had made, a beer in their hand, the light hitting the car in a magical way…

“Sam is taller than Dean… But you can’t tell baby Dean that” you smiled, trying to make your words a little lighter.

“My boys… They look happy” John said, holding back his tears.

“They have hard times but they are really good at enjoying life” you smiled. “They are the best man I ever knew. Really they are heroes beyond what you can imagine, they are the best hunters of the world, you can be proud… But, John… They suffered so much” you frowned, looking back at the picture of Dean and you, your heart hurting at how much you missed him now.

“You seem to… have a special bound with my son… with Dean. Are you two…”

A dark chuckle escaped your lips.

“We’re not together, if that’s what you’re asking. But I do… love him” you sighs, shaken because it was the very first time you said it out loud, to anyone, and now you were confessing in front of his father…

He marked a pause, his deep eyes searching your face, showing you who the man you loved got his thick lashes from.

“You love him ? Why don’t you tell him ? Is he married or something ?” he asked with a frown.

A few minutes before, you were an enemy… And now what ? He was going to make you talk like a girl friend about your feelings… No.

“He’s not. And I won’t. Like ever. End of this discussion.”

He smiled, amused, and you suddenly realized whom Sam got his dimples from, his smile was beautiful, and you really hoped his son could see him more often like that.

“From what I saw, you seem to be the best thing that could happen to him” he stated and your heart fell on your stomach.

You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t tell him that his son and you had this relationship, this “arrangement”, you signed up for happily at first, but that made you suffer so much you couldn’t always breathe properly at night. “Casual sex, no string attached” except it wasn’t strings, but thick ropes that were tying your heart to his anyway…

You couldn’t tell him that you could still feel the grip of his hands on your thighs from last night… So you stared back at him and nodded gratefully.

“Y/n ? Daddy ?” Dean appeared at the door, his feet pointing at each other in the cutest way.

Instead of answering, Dean looked at him with something a little different in his eyes.

“Scooby Doo is over…” he shrugged.

You got up and bended to take him in your arms, entering the room.

Sam was asleep, holding his worn out bunny in his tiny hands. You climbed the bed not letting Dean go, got comfortable leaning against the headboard and let the little boy find his place. John sat on the other bed, watching you.

“When do you have to leave ?” he asked low, watching his son curl up against you.

“I don’t want you to leave” Dean protested again and you sighed.

“I have no idea…”

“Can you be my new mommy ?” the little boy asked and you grimaced, putting your arm on Sam’s back protectively, Dean in the inside of your elbow.

“No, little Bean… You already have a mom, she’s in Heaven with angels, but you will see her again someday.”

“Then I want to marry you !” he exclaimed, letting his head heavily hit your ribs.

“Outch” you gasped at his clumsy gesture.

But the hit of his head wasn’t what hurt the most.

Then he stopped moving. John too, the TV froze, and Sam’s steady breathing stopped too.

Time had froze.

“Wh…”

“Hello Y/n” Castiel appeared.

“Cas !” you got up, putting the sleepy baby Dean on the bed cautiously. “Cas, this is Sam and Dean !” you couldn’t help but half whisper in reflex even in your enthusiasm. “Look how cute they are.”

“I know, I already saw them as kids” he answered simply. “I’m here to take you home, we killed the angel.”

“Okay… Just” your smile faded. “Let me say goodbye.”

“You don’t have too” the angel stated with his low and warm voice. “They won’t remember a thing, it will be as if you never showed up.”

“What ? No… Cas, I.. I talked to John, I think… I think he will try harder, I can’t let them, Cas, look at them” you half panicked.

“You can’t change the past, Y/n… Dean needs to feel like the world depends on him. Because it actually does… I know you can’t understand that right now.”

Tears filled your eyes.

“He’s just a kid…” you whined, bending to stroke his cheek one last time.

“He needs you, he needs you in a few decades” Castiel declared, taking your hand. “He’s worried sick, Y/n.”

He took your shaking hand and a white light surrounded you.

When you could open your eyes again, it took you a little while to adjust to the summer sunset light. You were outside, on the motel parking, except it was the one you actually booked.

Room 028 again…

In front of you, next to the Impala, were the two brothers. Fully grown up and tall, impressive, strong, staring at you.

You took a second to take in their presence, to remember their beauty… And your eyes focused on the man you loved so much.

“Y/n ?” Dean’s voice made you widen your eyes, you now realized it sounded a little like his father’s yet his voice was so unique.

Your hands flew up to your mouth in a desperate attempt to contain your emotions, but you felt tears already soak them.

“Y/n, sweetheart, talk to me” his expression changed in a heartbeat, from relieved to heartbroken. He frowned, approaching to put his huge hands on your shoulders. “What happened ?”

“I m-missed you” you answered, strangled and still a little confused. “Deanie Bean… I missed you, you’re so brave, you don’t have too… Dean I will protect you…”

You fell in his arms, letting him wrap you, enjoying his smell. And you finally felt safe, everything was in order and you were where you were supposed to be.

“She was in the past” Castiel stated, but you couldn’t see the brother’s reactions.

“Dean” you whispered, nuzzling in his neck. “I think we have to talk… I-I don’t like out arrangement. You have to understand you deserve better, and it’s not enough for me…”

The second of silence that followed felt like the world was crumbling…

“I don’t like it either” he sighed.

His hands firmly cupped your face, and the second his lips crushed on yours, you answered the little boy’s question in your head.

Yes, I am going to marry you, little Bean. Eventually I will.

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seven-oomen · 3 years

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DILF club for the ultimate ship meme?

Consider I got two DILF club requests for this meme, I’ll do The way I tend to be Universe for this one, since it’s the more canon universe. (More canon than OUAT anyway.)

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? For as long as they can stand one another I’d imagine.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? I think very slowly, it’s a slow descend into love for all of them. More one of those, we’ve been sleeping together, fucking each other, and spending time with each other for months now, and oh shit, I think I might love you both...

How was their first kiss? Passionate, heated, and in the middle of fucking each other to keep warm.

Wedding:

Who proposed? I like to think the three of them all had something planned on the same night and looped their prospective kids into their proposal, but didn’t clue the other kids or their partners in. And only when the kids talk to one another do they discover that all three of their dads are trying to propose to each other. So naturally, the kids band together and ‘ruin’ their fathers’ proposals but only because they have one giant one planned at lookout point where they get all three men together and reveal the jig. Naturally, all three of them accept.

Who is the best man/men? Derek is the best man, Melissa is their best ma’am.

Who are the groom’s maid(s)/men? Malia, Jackson, Allison, Isaac, Stiles, and Mike are the groom’s maids/men. Liam is the ring bearer. Cora is their flower girl. Jordan is holding the little ones.

Who did the most planning? Peter did, he choose all the fashion, the venue, paid for the wedding, got the caterer and the florist. (though Chris tried to pay for things as did Noah, but Peter wouldn’t have it. They bought the rings and Peter’s suit for him as ‘retaliation’.)

Who stressed the most? Noah is the most nervous. The last time he walked down the aisle was over 30 years ago. What if he forgets his lines? Is this the right call? Is he doing right by his sons? By his daughter? Did he forget his ring? Oh god, what if the others realize what a fuck up he is?

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (They rented a place, invited closest friends and family but kept it on the down-low.)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? Kate, Gerard, Elias.

Sex:

Who is on top? They switch, all of them like to top and bottom and they’re not picky on who gets to be on top/bottom. Things just happen.

Who is the one to instigate things? Usually Peter, but Chris or Noah (especially when they team up) can be real degenerates as well.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now (They’re not shy about their sex life and very much enjoy each other’s bodies and closeness. It’s a great way for them to strengthen their relationship.)

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head (They’re into toys, bondage, breeding kinks, biting/marking, dom/sub play, public sex, and some other milder kinks, nothing too crazy but also not too vanilla.)

How long do they normally last? Depends, if they’re fired up and excited they might not last long, 5-10 min, but if they go slow and steady they might also last for 20-30 min.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? They try to, usually, Chris has a few more than the other two, but that’s more due to Noah’s age (once he comes he can’t it up for a while. He may still be fit, but he’s not superhuman like Peter.) and Peter’s sensory overload after an orgasm. Chris is the only one of the three that can quickly come multiple times

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. (It really depends on their mood)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? Between the three of them? Peter has two (Malia with Corinne, Jackson with Margaret (Betty)) Noah has three (Identical twins Stiles and Mike; Mieczyslaw & Michał and Liam; Milian), Chris has one (Allison). So they have 6 children already, Chris gets pregnant with twins after their night in the cabin. That would put the tally at 8.

How many children will they adopt? Chris adopted Isaac officially in this universe. Erica and Boyd are more or less adopted as well as Danny.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Peter, and he doesn’t mind it one bit. He didn’t get to change any diapers for Jackson or Malia. And since Chris carried the twins and gave birth it only seems fair he gets stuck with diaper duty. Noah and Chris teach him the ropes. He gets surprisingly good at juggling two babies, a diaper bag, and a set of keys/other items while keeping everything under control.

Who is the stricter parent? Chris. Noah tries but is too soft most of the time or too chaotic, and Peter just can’t say no once one of the kids pulls puppy eyes.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Chris is best at stopping them, Noah tries to but due to his job can’t always keep an eye on them. Peter comes with them to let them explore but safely. He protects them while they do stupid shit.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Chris. He’s got the whole routine down to pat and is a streamlined machine in the mornings. Noah still can’t wrap his head around it. Peter’s still not used to having the kids with him 24/7 since both of his were adopted by other people, so he’s still learning the whole stick.

Who is the more loved parent? They love them all equally. Noah is the parent they go to when they need to talk about their feelings or need hugs, Chris is the parent they go to for advice and cuddling, and Peter is the fun parent who they go to when someone is bothering them. Peter also comes up with the best revenge schemes.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Peter, he loves to hear how his kids are doing in school and doesn’t mind to absolutely obliterate their teachers if he knows a teacher is picking on his kids. He lives for shit like this as the rich house husband to his two working husbands. Also, the opportunity to brag to Karen about the kids is too good an opportunity to pass up.

Who cried the most at graduation? Noah, he’s just so proud of his boys up there.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Let’s face it, it’s Noah. He technically has to make sure that the law is upheld, but when it comes to his own kids, he’s not above giving them a pass. Though he’s more lenient towards kids in general. But yeah, Noah will most likely try and bail his kids out. Peter would let them steam for a few hours in a “You got caught, you deal with it.” Kinda way and then bail them out after a few hours. Chris would let them steam for a bit too and then determine how big the offense was before bailing them out.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Chris, he’s the most practiced and most efficient. Though Noah loves to cook Polish food and bread. Peter does it when both of his mates have to work or are too tired to cook. He’s getting better at it.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Peter. Werewolf senses mean he has a fussy pallette. He hates most vegetables for one. Though he has competition in Jackson, the little shit is a regular Gordon Ramsey.

Who does the grocery shopping? Peter, since Noah and Chris, tend to work during the day and he’s more of a stay-at-home house husband and dad. Chris gives him the lists. That doesn’t stop him from sneaking in snacks and candy for himself, Noah, and the kids. If possible, Chris likes to do the grocery shopping so there are no secret snacks.

How often do they bake desserts? At least once a week. Whether it’s for bake sales, PTO meetings, birthdays, weekends, a tryout, there’s always a baked good on the kitchen counter.

Are they more of a meat-lover or a salad eater? Peter and Noah are more Meat lovers. Chris is a mix between the two. He likes salads and meat but doesn’t have a preference over either. Unlike the other two.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Peter, he takes them out to a grill restaurant. It doesn’t have to be fancy, but the quality has to be outstanding. They get their older kids to babysit and let them order anything they want as a reward.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Once again, Peter, I feel like Noah or Chris would be more likely to be home dwellers and Peter’s the one that takes them to bars, musicals, restaurants, malls, etc.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? Noah, he’s not a bad cook, but he gets distracted by everything else and forgets he has pots/pans on the furnace.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Chris or Peter. Noah tends to leave things everywhere and though he tries his best to clean up, the other two usually beat him to it.

Who is really against chores? Noah forgets to do them sometimes, but I feel like none of them is actually against them. Peter doesn’t like to do them but he likes a clean house, so.

Who cleans up after the pets? They have eight kids, a bunch of werewolves, a banshee, a kitsune, a hellhound, a Seelie, and god knows what else running around on the full moon. You think they have room for a pet???

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? If we’re talking a literal rug, it’s Noah. Out of sight, out of mind. He also tends to stuff clutter in random drawers or closets.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Chris. It’s his training and a bit of an OCD thing. “No, you don't get it Noah my love, EVERYTHING has to be spotless...” Cue Chris running around with a vacuum cleaner and a mop. “It’s just Melissa & Derek for wine night...”

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Chris, and he puts them in the fun jar that they use to reward the kids. Once the jar is full, they go shopping or do another fun activity with the kids. Bad behavior/swearing gets money removed from the jar and into the dad jar. That money is used to give Chris/Peter/Noah an extra outing if the kids were particularly difficult.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Noah is a slut for long showers/baths. It’s his moment of relaxation.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? Noah occasionally walks Peter in his wolf form. At some point, people think Peter is a K9 unit, and Noah rolls with it. Which opens up opportunities for Peter to stay with Noah at work.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Every year they decorate for Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Halloween.

What are their goals for the relationship? To love and support one another through anything and to keep a fun and raging sex life well into old age. But mostly to love and cherish one another and build each other up just the way they are.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Chris if you let him, training and habit have him up early, but his natural sleep cycle is to sleep like a log and to Noon.

Who plays the most pranks? Noah, he’s a mischievous little shit that loves to pull pranks on people and very sassy to boot. Where do you think Stiles, Mike, and Liam have that from?

#ben says stuff #teen wolf ask meme #chris argent #noah stilinski #sheriff stilinski #peter hale #chris/peter/noah #the DILF club #The way I tend to be #Anonymous

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recurring-polynya · 4 years

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can you please do a Renji birthday Drabble where Ichika learns to say “daddy” (or whatever, I’m not so knowledgeable about babies lol) in front of him

“I am not sure,” Byakuya said firmly, “about the use of kidou to create artificial barriers during the combat simulation.”

“It’s the same as the cones Vice-Captain always uses, except people won’t jump over them! Sir!”

“Abarai, tell Yuki to use the cones.”

Renji, who had been edging toward the door, sighed. “The kidou are a great idea, sir. And 3rd Seat Yuki did a great job designing the whole course. You’ll have a great time. Ow.”

A stuffed anthropomorphic seaweed had smacked him in the face.

“Waaaaah!”

“Shh, Daddy is talking to Uncle Byakuya,” Renji murmured, jogging his one-year old daughter in his arms, hoping the bouncing would pacify her.

It was Rukia’s first day back at work. It was Rukia’s first half-day back at work. She had been practically gleeful when she arrived at the Squad Six offices to pass off Ichika. Her hair, which was down to her shoulders now, was wrapped up in a tidy little bun, and her eyes were edged with sharp, black liner. Renji did not remember his wife bothering with eyeliner before she had a baby, but he refused to rib her about being excited to be back. Rukia loved her baby, but staying at home didn’t suit her. Renji was honestly looking forward to her getting back to what she loved almost as much as she was.

Renji had a suspicion, which he had voiced to exactly no one, that he was going to enjoy going to part time, which was supposed to have started fifteen minutes ago. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his job. He loved his job. He also loved his daughter and he was really looking forward to spending more time with her. That is, if he could ever manage to get out of his division office.

The office door slid open, and 4th Seat Kuchiki Choei’s head popped in. “Hey Captain-- oh, is Vice-Captain still here? Hey, Vice-Captain! Do we still have that Hollow dummy? The one that looks like a giant spider?”

“It’s in the attic storage of Barracks #2,” Rikichi announced.

“Oh, great, thanks!”

“Wait, what do you want it for?” Renji yelped, as Ichika tugged his bandana down over his eyes.

“Hey, Yuki, am I leading the Red Team or the Blue Team in the combat sim this afternoon?” Choei asked conversationally.

“You’ve got the Blue Team.”

“I thought I was leading the Blue Team,” Byakuya frowned.

“Aah! Aah! Aaaaaaaah!” Ichika sang.

“Which one of us gets the mess hall in our initial territory?”

“The mess hall is neutral, after what happened last time!”

“I think you guys have this under control, I’m just gonna--” Renji attempted to extricate himself.

“Abarai, which team is Yuki usually on?” Byakuya stopped him in his tracks. “I feel like I should get an additional officer to make up for his absence.”

“He’s sitting right there, you could ask him,” Renji pointed out. “Look, it’s one-fifteen, and Ich--”

“I rearranged all the teams,” Rikichi announced. “It’ll be fun.”

“Oooh, who did I get?” Choei asked, striding into the office. “Hey, Ichika!”

Ichika stopped trying to wrench herself out of Renji’s arms for a brief moment in order to wave one chubby hand at Choei, who cheesed back at her.

“How could you rearrange the teams?” Byakuya protested. “Abarai, did you look at his teams? Are they fairly balanced?”

“I didn’t,” Renji admitted. “But what’s the worst that can happen?”

“Da,” Ichika said, patting his face. “Da.”

Eighth Seat Shirogane’s head suddenly popped into the office. “There’s an inspector here from the First? Does anyone know where Vice-Captain left the blueprints for the new barracks? Oh, Vice-Captain, you’re still here!”

“I have them!” Rikichi called. “The inspector was supposed to come at two!”

“The First always calls early,” Byakuya noted, his eyes narrowed. “They hope to catch us unawares.”

“Hey, Captain, I’ll trade you Extra Large Gotou for Taniguchi!”

Renji cringed. He regretted ever telling Choei about Squad 11 nicknames.

“I’m not unawares! I have those blueprints right here!”

“DA-DEE!”

The entire office went dead silent, and five pairs of eyes swiveled over to where Ichika sat tall in her father’s arms, looking very proud of herself. “Daddy!” she announced again, and then jabbed one tiny finger at the doorway, scowling for punctuation.

“Awwww!” Mihane gasped.

“That was so cute,” Choei added.

“Was that…” Byakuya started slowly. “Has she…”

“That was the first time,” Renji managed, his voice going a bit wobbly.

“Good job, Ichika!” Rikichi cheered.

Ichika beamed.

“What are you doing, Lieutenant?” Byakuya barked, suddenly. “You were supposed to be off at one! Begone! Do you think we cannot handle ourselves without your benighted presence?”

“Just gettin’ outta here!” Renji agreed, slinging Ichika’s diaper bag over his shoulder, to a chorus of “See you tomorrow, Vice-Captain!” and “Bye-bye, Ichika!”

“Good job, kid,” Renji congratulated as they stepped out into the mid-day sunshine. “So, what are we gonna do today?”

Ichika regarded him for a moment and declared “Daddy!”

Renji nodded firmly. “You’re in luck. A whole afternoon with Daddy it is.”

#happy birthday renji!#renji abarai #ichika abarai #squad 6 #i keep waiting for someone to ask me what happened to ohno #the blood war was hard on all of us #lol i would not kill ohno off in the tags of a drabble about a baby #okay yes i would #HE'S NOT DEAD I PROMISE

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gotmilk5101520 · 3 years

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Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 8 Adventures in Trollsitting

Hey, this one is actually short for once.

Suddenly first person view.

“Ohh!”

“Chaka, chaka, chaka, chaka” Goblins are the best babysitters.

“Can you imagine me going down the road on that?”

“Wind whipping through my hair”

“Claire holding tight to my back”

“Me, cruising in the sidecar next to ya” Question: Are there any fanarts of that? If there are no fanarts, then i’m disappointed in this fandom.

“What are the chances of your mom getting you one for your birthday?” “My birthday is next episode, Tobes”

“It’s a goblin, with a baby!”

“Come on, Jim! It’s just a bird! Or a plane! Oh it is a goblin with a baby. It’s a goblin with a baby!”

“And, in order for a changeling to maintain it’s appearance in our world, no harm must come to the human child in theirs”

“I assure you, there is no safer place for a baby to be than the bowels of the Darklands nursery”

“Oh great, that means Gunmar is watching them. Gunmar the Black? More like Gunmar the Babysitter”

“AAAAHHHH!!!”

“Jim!”

“Got him!”

“I told you i’d fall. Plus, i can’t go down there” “Yet” “Yet?”

“As Jim has Draal now to protect his home”

“Tobias, you will now have Aaarrrgghh to protect yours”

“Really? For real? We’re gonna be roomies?

“Yeah! High-five, big guy!”

“AAAAHHHH!!!”

“We said we were sorry”

“I am going to find out who it belongs to, and when i do i’m going to find the parents and punch them in the face for letting their baby get taken so easy. And if there’s an older sibling that’s my age, i’m punching them too. That stupid family that let thei-”

“You have Suzy Snooze?”

“My brother’s bunny! I’ve been looking all over for him” “So you still gonna...” “Shut up, Toby”

“I, like, live in their shirt every day!” You’re in a cartoon, you’re suppose to wear the same thing every day.

“Sorry, but Dean finally asked me to a movie”

“And then Hank invited me to ice cream!”

“Do you believe this?”

“I know. Mary Wang’s a player” Important facts.

“Claire, i can babysit!”

“Wait, have you ever babysat before?”

“Uh, yeah” And he said “Yeah” you know, like Lila.

“Nana, i’m home!”

“It’s your Toby-Pie!”

“I have a giant troll with me!”

And they’re safe.

“Ladies love the floating ball” That’s what she said.

Sonic the Gnome 2006

“I guess i was just excited to have a roomie, you know?”

“It’s just been me and Nana here for a while”

*Cries in Troll*

“Jim, put the horseshoe away” “Right”

“You’re not the only one hiding a secret” “Secret? What secret? I’m not hiding an secret! No not me. No secret about me being the Trollhunter and your brother is a changeling” “You are lucky you’re cute” “What?” “Nothing”

“So, if your secret is eating babies, now is the time to tell me” Jim the Baby-Eater.

“Sheesh-kebab” What an odd way to say shit.

“What?”

“Steve the fuck are you doing here?” “I’m here to babysit!” “I’m the babysitter!” “I thought i was babysitting?” “Steve i would not trust you with a baby” “Hey! I could be a good dad! You two are lame anyway. You guys don’t know what i had to go through in 3Below!”

“Yeah? Well why don’t you tell Aja! She’ll love to hear it!” “...” “Jim, We’re not at that part yet” “Oh... Uh. I’m gonna go and move forward with the plot, and shove my hand in a bin of used diapers. Okay, bye!”

Suddenly blood.

“Kill them all, kill them all”

“Kill them all!”

“Kill...”

“them...”

“all!”

I don’t know about you guys. But this terrified me a lot (It still does)

“Wow. When you get into a game, man, you really”

“Um... commit” I sometimes throw my controllers, but i never smash them.

“You hid the horseshoe in the diaper bin, didn’t you?”

“Because you’re just a normal baby, and that’s what normal babies do”

“Ooh, doggy! Oh, It is really packed”

And you just did that for nothing.

“Go away. We’re closed”

“You haven’t closed your apothecary since the wart outbreak of 1982!” Wart outbreak? Was that the trolls version of Covid?

Suddenly a cat.

‘Are you not babysitting?”

“Well, i’m not saying i’m good at it”

“I don’t understand how the baby could elude you if you were rightfully sitting on him” Babies can’t elude you, if you’re sitting on them.

“Do you see this? The little poop-bag locked us out!” What an odd to say shit-bag.

“I feel a disturbance in the Force. Like someone is breaking into my room” “Who cares about you?” “Steve, go back to drinking your milkshake”

“This is what a girl’s lips taste like!” Toby that “Girl’s lips” you tasted is Claire’s. So you kinda kissed Claire. Wait then that means the next time Claire uses that lipstick, she’s kissing Toby. Toby and Claire’s first kiss was with each other. Sorry Jim.

“You’re freaking him out!” “He is freaking me out! Why are you gaslighting this!?” “I am not! I’m just expressing poor denial at the idea that an evil creature would take sweet, helpless babies from their families and replace them” “I- I’m sorry, Tobes. I had no idea this was hurting you on the inside” “No. I’m sorry for gaslighting this” “Come here Tobes. Let all out”

“All right, come to daddy” That’s what she said.

“That is not Enrique!”

‘That is not Enrique!” And, for some reason, that’s his name.

“No, hey!”

“You’re a very bad baby!”

“My word!” What are you reading?

“Stay hidden”

“I mean, lie low”

“Lie low” Yeah, no one will see him.

“Ooh, cake!” Priority straight.

“Oh, hey, Claire! How’s the concert?” “We never went to the concert” “Why? What happened?” “Remember what you told Steve? Let’s just say he’s been a mess after that. We’re at a McDonald’s right now” “Really? Can you get me a milkshake from there?” “Sorry, but they’re out” “Of course they are. McDonald’s never has milkshakes” “That, and Steve has been ordering those all night. He’s on his fifth one right now” “I never wanted to be in this play! Tell Jim, to take his part back! I don’t want it!” “I can get you French Fries instead. Does that sound good?” “Deal!”

“Oh, yeah. One other thing, my parents are on their way home” “What? I thought they weren’t coming back till late late!” “Jim, you should know by now, when they say “Be home late late” it means they’ll be home early” “God, i hate when that happens!”

New meme template.

“Need help”

“But we are helping them by not helping” The best way to be helpful.

“Can’t you see? By coddling a pupil, we’re only stunting-”

“Ah!”

“Aaarrrgghh, remove this door immediately!” Now it’s personal.

Some-

BODY ONCE TOLD ME!

Squashed

“Where’s the bridge?”

“What bridge? London Bridge?”

“I hear it’s falling down” My fair lady.

“Oh, no, someone’s home!”

“I suggest we make our egress”

“Agreste? Adrien Agreste?”

And this will never be let down for as long as Jim lives- Oh wait.

“Fudgeknuckle” What an odd way to say crap.

“Jim, your French Fries are in the front room” “Thank you! Why are they cold?” “Cause i walked home” “Why did you walked home? Where was Steve?” “Steve got tired, and said “Screw you, i’m going to Eli’s! At least he understands me!” and left” “Why didn’t you use the Shadow Staff?” “I thought that too, but then i remembered “Wait this is the first half of season 1″ and then i began walking home”

That’s a lot of babies.

So “Best” babysitter. Jim or Marinette? You decide.

And now, it’s time for a birthday.

#trollhunters #milk watches trollhunters #tales of arcadia

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emmyrosee · 4 years

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Soo since you are in baby fever and I miss my Alex and Bill together in one imagine. What about they meet their high school best friend (who they had a crush on) and find out she has a little kid but without a father since he is to much of a chicken. So they gladly want to take this part and help her and the little kid out.....would be amazing if you could write something like this please? (Im sorry if it’s bad 🙈)

IH MY GOS-

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“Alex, where the hell did you leave the diaper bag!” Bill yells in frustration.

Next to you, Alex chuckles to himself, capturing your attention away from the movie that was playing. “It’s in the guest room, Bill!”

“Why the fuck is it in the guest room!”

“Language in front of the tiny human!” Alex barks. In the distance, a small giggle emerges from the nursery, followed by Bill’s much deeper laugh.

Typical Saturday around your house, so it seemed.

Friday’s, Alex had full custody of your daughter, while on Saturday’s, Bill had her. They never actually left you with the baby, but those two nights specifically were meant for you to unwind completely with each of them, spending time together and with their share of the tiny human.

A win-win, in your book.

“You guys are going to destroy my daughter’s vocabulary,” you sigh dramatically, taking a long sip of your wine. Axel chuckles, “I have done nothing.”

“So you’re innocent, huh?” You tease, kicking your legs up on the couch and curling into his side. He places a kiss to your head and sips his own wine, watching as you struggle to get comfortable.

“Problem?” He snickers at your struggling. You send him a glare, but you’re unable to hold it for long with his stupid, gorgeous smile looking back at you.

You sigh, “my neck is on fire. I think I pulled something in it Thursday.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it, Supermom,” Alex teases sitting up. “You’ve got a lot of shit for such a tiny child, that weight has to add up, no?”

“It’s fine-”

“It’s not fine,” he mimics, earning a playful smack on the arm. “Come here and let yourself be pampered for two seconds.”

“Fine,” you groan. You spin on the couch so that your back faces him, and a few moments later, his fingers are working their way over the tense muscles in your neck, digging and stretching the areas of your neck and shoulders. His fingers feel like magic against your skin, the tense knot being brought higher and higher to only then be stretched and pulled with the working of his fingers.

“Feel good?” Alex whispers against your skin. You hum and nod, fighting the moan of approval that wants to break through your lips.

A loud chant from the 6′4 Swedish monster that you’re friends with snaps you back, and as you decipher what he’s saying, you can’t fight the laughter in your chest.

“What is he saying?” Alex chuckles, hands stalling.

“He’s saying ‘poopy diaper,’“ you snicker. Said Swedish giant rounds the corner with said dirty diaper extended far from his face, as well as your small daughter squealing on his hip as he tries to dispose of it as quickly as possible. You look at Alex over your shoulder and then back to Bill as he rounds back around the corner.

“Thank you for getting out of the way of the poopy diaper trail,” Bill pants, free hand on his hip. You raise your glass of wine to him as he winks at you, cooing something down at your daughter before disappearing back down the hallway to her nursery.

“Someone better wifey him up with how good he is,” you giggle, adjusting yourself to sit back against the couch, the mood effectively gone.

“I heard that!”

Totally normal Saturday.

#okay so no theyre not all together #i like pining and people having obvious crushes on each other okay okay #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard fluff #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard x reader fluff #bill skarsgard imagine #alex hogh andersen #alex høgh andersen #aha #alex hogh andersen fluff #alex hogh andersen x reader #alex hogh andersen x reader fluff #alex hogh andersen imagine #aha fluff #aha x reader #aha x reader fluff #aha imagine

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song-fox · 4 years

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Inspired by this post

AU where Thomas is a struggling not-so-popular YouTuber, recently out of school and looking for a better job and, since he’s apparently pretty good with kids according to his friends Joan and Talyn, decides to set up a small business babysitting.

It’s all fun and games and the occasional diaper change, until… (long post ahead) (I got a little carried away lol)

Thomas is, obviously, pretty good and experienced with kids. He’s been in the babysitting business for a couple of months now, and he wouldn’t call himself a professional, but he’s making his way through it

One day a woman asks him to babysit her kids

Naturally, Thomas agrees. It’s just a couple of kids, how bad could it be?

Then he realizes that the woman never specified how many kids

Alright, no biggie. Most people have maybe two kids, four at most

Then the woman shows up at his doorstep with six kids, all different ages

Oh god. Oh god. Six kids?! I can’t handle this. Fuuuuu-

“You sure you can take care of these guys by yourself?”

“Oh, of course! No worries!”

He’s in trouble

The oldest is Janus, at fourteen years old. He’s sarcastic, snarky, clever, and hates Thomas. “I don’t need a babysitter, I can take care of myself!”

Next is Logan, twelve. Reserved, cold, and smart. Prefers to be alone with his books.

Then come the twins at ten years old, Roman and Remus. Apparently they aren’t actually the woman’s kids, she’s their adopted them from an ex-friend who never gave them enough attention

As a result, these kids will do anything to get noticed. Anything. Set a couple trash cans on fire, scream from the top of the roof sometimes, whatever.

Then Patton, nine. Sweet, naïve and almost annoyingly empathetic, he keeps the twins in line with compliments and a ton of hugs. He’s probably Thomas’ favourite.

And lastly, baby Virgil. Surprisingly quiet for a baby, his personality is mostly just spite and a fear of loud noises

Thomas is astounded that this woman can even keep track of their names, let alone take care of them

The first day with them is horrific

Logan is arguing with the twins. Patton is desperately trying to get them to stop. Janus is holding Virgil and trying to get him to sleep. The house is absolute anarchy.

Things are seriously getting out of hand when Remus accidentally sets the microwave on fire

(Remus claims it was an accident, but Thomas could easily see the matches in his hand)

He picks up his phone and hastily dials Joan

“Hey, hey Joan? Joan?! Is Talyn there with you? Oh my god, I need you to come over, quick! Remus set the microwave on fire- one of the kids that I’m babysitting! The baby is crying, the older one is yelling at everyone, I think there’s a feral cat loose in the garden- jANUS WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?! PUT THAT DOWN! Oh god, the fire–”

“Huh. Have you tried making s'mores?”

“jOAN PLEASE TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY–”

Eventually everything is under control. The fire is put out, the cat is back to its owner, Virgil has stopped crying and the twins are content to listen to Janus plan out exactly how he’s going to overthrow the government

Thomas is sure he should be more concerned about that, but as long as there’s no more fires

Joan and Talyn are there to support him too

It’s been a very long day, but eventually the kids go home to their mother

The trio flops onto the couch, absolutely exhausted

“Those kids were fun, but I never want to see them ever again.’

Surprise: it’s a weekly thing now

Haha… yeah

Their mom has a new job now, and with her shift requiring her to work for most of the day and their dad working every weekday, Thomas to look after the kids for five hours a week

Five

Hours

Thomas is sure he’s gonna die

The next time they meet goes just about as well as you’d think

There’s crude drawings on the wall, Logan has threatened to smack Janus with a book at least three times, and there’s a knife missing from the kitchen

Next week there’s a food fight

After that Patton shows up with a stray hedgehog

After that Virgil somehow manages to get stuck in the kitchen sink

After that Logan almost accidentally starts a pillow fight with Thomas’ couch cushions

Then suddenly, everything is chill

The twins are more energised than chaotic, Virgil is calm, the rest are content with simply chatting

Mostly they’re just bored and too tired to do anything

Thomas, Joan and Talyn get to talk more leisurely this time as the kids simply talk with one another

Well, until Patton pipes up

"I really like your eyebrows!” he whisper-shouts and points to Talyn, trying not to wake up Virgil

Talyn’s got bright scarlet and pink eyebrows to match their dyed red hair

They look at him for a second. “Oh- uh, thanks!”

“Can you do makeup?” Roman asks

Talyn shrugs. “Sure.”

“Can you do makeup on us?”

Talyn looks to Thomas. “Are we-?”

“Their mom said they can do just about anything as long as they don’t get hurt or break the law.”

The next two hours or so are full of just Talyn putting makeup on all the kids who want them. Full stage makeup for Roman, a moustache and purple eyeshadow for Remus, and a sheepish request for snake scales for Janus

“Hm, dunno what I can do for that one… oh! Thomas, do you have like, fishnets or something?”

“What? Why would I have those?”

Talyn raises a colourful eyebrow.

“…I’ll go get them.”

Half an hour later, Janus looks amazing

Patton can think of a million puns for his snake side

Virgil seems to find it cool

Logan is listing off snake facts for the whole half hour, pointing out mistakes in colouring or shape until Talyn has it perfect

The kids leave that week happier than last time and with bright faces of makeup

The weeks go on and on, and after a few months, Halloween comes up

Their mother is incredibly sorry that she has to work instead of being with her kids, but she has no choice and has to leave them with Thomas

She also leaves a giant bin bag full of costumes

“They like to go Trick-or-Treating,” she explains.

Thomas as actually kinda hyped this time

Outfits! Makeup! Candy! What’s there not to love?!

Apparently the kids share his enthusiasm

Janus asks Talyn if they can do his snake makeup again, to which they gladly agree. He’s going as a generic villain, with a black capelet and cane and everything

Remus is, to nobody’s surprise, Beetlejuice. He’s got temporary neon green hair dye and a cheap-looking striped tuxedo. Remus loves it

Roman is going as a prince. It looks crudely made and even a little tacky, but altogether the costume is pretty good

Logan is going as Dr. Frankenstein, and no he is not the monster, and no that isn’t accurate to the story, and nO GODDAMMNIT ROMAN I AM NOT GOING AS THE MONSTER

Patton is a werewolf, although he doesn’t really get the whole supernatural vibe of it

It’s okay though, his little floppy dog ears look very cute

Virgil is a pumpkin

That’s it

Nothing too special, just a pumpkin

He looks adorable though

The night starts off great, with all the kids chattering away and baby Virgil being the world’s cutest source of attention

The twins are loving all the compliments that come with their costumes

Logan is actually recognized as Dr. Frankenstein and isn’t able to shut up about it

Thomas doesn’t mind, though

After a couple months with the kids, it’s kind of endearing how chaotic they are

The night ends and the kids go back to Thomas’ place, waiting for their mom to come back

Thomas goes to get some DVDs to watch while they wait, and overhears their conversation

“I miss mom,” Patton sighs

“She’s at work. She’ll return soon,” Logan assures him.

“He doesn’t mean it like that.” Janus.

“Oh?”

“Our parents are never around anymore. Thomas has taken more care of us in a couple months than they have in years.”

“Because they’re always working to support us.”

“Well it wouldn’t kill them to stick around a little more,” Roman pipes up

“They’re not abandoning us.”

“I know that!” Roman snaps

Everyone knows the twins’ issues with negligence

There’s a pause, before Remus speaks. “She’s just never around. Dad, too. They don’t want us.”

“Remus, that’s not-”

“They don’t want us!”

There’s another silence as Virgil threatens to start crying again

Janus clears his throat. “We can take care of ourselves. We don’t need our parents any more than each other.”

Another silence.

“C'mon, let’s trade candy. I’ve got a KitKat bar–”

Thomas doesn’t listen to the rest of the conversation

He knows they have it hard

Their parents are always working, and they don’t always care enough to stick around for too long

So he’s determined to do the best he can with these kids

“Hey, guys! I’ve got Nightmare Before Christmas, yes Patton we can watch Elf afterwards if we’ve got time, and yes Roman you’re allowed to sing along. C'mon, let’s get on the couch-!”

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts janus #ts logan #ts roman #ts remus #ts patton #ts virgil #familial drlamp #character!thomas #human au #babysitter au

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that-winged-rat · 4 years

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Long Time No See

Summary: You are Sam and Dean’s long lost older sister and you just got out of Hell...

Characters: Sam, Dean, Chloe (OFC)(Mention of).

Pairings: None really.

Warnings: Descriptions of torture, angst, fluff.

It surprised you that after all these years of constant torture, you could still feel anything. You had been drowned in lava, skinned, torn to shreds, punched, kicked and things you didn't know were possible - even for demons.

You screamed until your lungs were raw. That shit bag of a demon had started to peal your skin off strip by strip a few hours ago, but he sure as hell was taking his sweet time, he had only done one arm. You didn’t know how much more you could take.

You tasted a mixture of salty tears and irony blood. You pleaded for that bastard to stop but all he did - all he ever did - was laugh and tell you things you were now numb to.

He started on you neck, which was always the worst area. Well honestly, everywhere hurt but your neck, your face and your legs were by far the worst. And that's where he was headed.

He got his knife and sliced a deep line underneath your jaw. From there, he got his bare hands and just tore, and tore until there was no flesh left. The tears were mixing with the sweat and you couldn't hear his sadistic laugh over the sound of your blood curling screams.

Then all of a sudden, darkness came. After the long and unmeasurable time you had spent in hell. After all the torture and pain you had been through, you had never reached a state of unconsciousness.

When you woke up you were on a bed in a very plain room. It was scarcely decorated and apart from the bed it only had a desk with a chair. 'Where am I? What the hell is going on?' Your mind raced with thoughts.

You decided to leave the room and try to figure out what was actually happening. You left the strange room to find a labyrinth looking hallway. You went left to find even more doors. It wouldn't surprise you if this was one of Hell's sick games.

Your heartbeat sped up when you heard someone's footsteps approaching you. You looked around for somewhere to go and decided to hide in one of the rooms. You clearly chose a bad room because you just so happened to go into the room where to owner of the footsteps were heading.

You found a vase to defend yourself, it wasn't much but it would do the trick. You could feel yourself start to shake when the door started to open. You couldn't go back there, to that damp cell that brought you so much pain and misery. The strange and inhumanly tall figure entered the room and you did the first thing you thought of and chucked the vase at his head.

It brought you a few seconds to bolt around the man who towered above you, and dart back to the room you found yourself in. You nearly made it when you heard someone else sauntering down the long hallway. "Sam?" Wait... Sam? You used to know someone called Sam but that was a long time ago and didn't stop you from heading towards your room.

You slammed the door in a hurry and you equipped yourself with a lamp and once again, you knew it wouldn't do much damage but it was more for reassurance.

Your heart skipped at a beat when someone started knocking at the door. "Hey, Y/N? It's ok, we're not going to hurt you." You could tell that they were trying to calm you down and talk with you. For a while you were tempted but remembered how this could just be the demons playing with your brain. After all the demon who tortured you always said if it was up to him, he would make you think you got out and give you a chance to make a new life for yourself before taking everything away. Maybe he finally got his ways.

"Just leave me alone." Your voice was hoarse, probably from lack of use. You just wanted everything to go away. All you wanted was to feel nothing. You slumped to the floor using the wall to support your descend, tears threatening to fall.

Before you went downstairs, you rarely ever cried. You left that up to your girlfriend, Chloe. She was the love of your life and if it was up to you, you would sell your soul for her again in a heartbeat even if it meant eternal damnation for you.

"Y/N, it's Sam and Dean Winchester. We know you know who we are." You looked up, removing your head from your arms. Your theory had been confirmed. You hadn't seen Sam and Dean since you were about 5. Well you had never actually met Sam but you knew of him. Though they didn't exactly know you, hearing their names gave you comfort and you opened up the door.

You looked up at the two towering giants and they gave you both a reassuring smile, you tried to return the gesture but it wasn't convincing. The last time you saw Dean he was running around in diapers and Sam wasn't even an idea yet.

"Can we talk?" The tallest of the two said. You were trying to figure out who was who and naturally, you would have said the taller one was Dean, but then you saw the emerald green eyes of the smaller one. The eyes anybody could get lost in. You found yourself soaking up his appearance. Everything from his sandy brown hair to the dusting of freckles scattered on his face, to those candy apple green eyes. You couldn't get over how different yet similar he looked.

It was only the deep voice of Sam that brought you out of your trance. "Y/N? Are you OK?" You looked up at who you guessed was Sam. During your time in Hell you had heard stories of the Winchesters and a small part of you was proud that they had saved the world not once, but twice. But you mostly felt guilty that they had gotten caught up in hunting and all that crap. Although they would never remember you, you still felt the need to protect them.

"Yeah I'm OK, I just..." You paused for a moment, "never mind. Anyway, what the hell is even going on?" Although you wanted you wanted to reconnect with the brothers you hadn't seen in over 30 years, you needed answers more.

"Well, I don't think there is any easy way of putting this but you, uh... you were in Hell," it seemed like Sam was doing all the talking, Dean was just sort of standing there, staring at you like you were to him earlier.

"Yeah, no shit, I kind of got that after the first week." You said trying to lighten the mood but you only received sympathetic smiles which made you uncomfortable.

After while, you explained that you got sent away for some unknown reason, when Dean was 3. You told them that you were raised in the life by some hunters. You met Chloe 12 years ago when you were 27. She died when a pissed off vamp tracked you down to your apartment. You couldn't bare to live without her and you knew what you had to do... sell your soul.

You asked the demon to bring her back but also remove you from her memory, like you never even existed and they gave you 2 years since you were a Winchester. It broke you when you saw her and she never ran over to you with her amazing smile, and the fact that you would never feel her warm embrace that would rid the world of all evil until she let go.

By the time you finished telling your story, tears were freely running down your rosy cheeks. You flinched at the touch of a calloused hand on your shoulder, which made it retreat, but soon returned. "Hey, it's just me. Look, I know I don't remember you and Sam has never even met you, but you're our family, you're our blood. And whatever you're going through, we're going to help you through it. Me and Sam? We've both been to hell, and we might not know exactly what you're going through, but we have a rough idea." Your brother, Dean's words brought even more tears streaming down your face, but you couldn't help the smile appearing on your face.

"When did my baby bro get so good with words?" You once again tried to lighten the mood, but this time was a success and you got a chuckle from both brothers.

"Don't be so sure about that." Your baby, baby brother remarked earning the first proper laugh from you and a glare from Dean which made you laugh more.

You finally got to see what amazing people your brothers had grown up to be and you got the amazing opportunity to finally be a part of their life. For nearly every day since you left, you wondered what you would do if you ever met them, and now you had the chance to find out.

#supernatural #spn #spn angst #supernatural angst #sister!reader #sister!winchester #winchester!sister #winchester!reader #supernatural fluff #spn fluff

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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Call me back by young the giant and asht

Thanks for the suggestion and all your patience!

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TW: pregnancy, talk of abortion.

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To Be, or To Not

He told himself he was through with promises.

They were hollow anyway. They didn’t mean much when words can easily not be followed through. Words just filled the air. Ashton needed things that would fill his chest. He needed things that showed him just how much that person cared or just how faithful that person was to their word.

His texts to her have sat unanswered for days. She promised to call him back, to let him know what the hell was going on. There had been nothing. She hadn’t called or texted him at all. In a situation like this, where it was altering both their lives, Ashton needed her to communicate with him and not play games.

All he wanted was for her to fucking call him back. Was that so wrong? Maybe he’s a little wrong to text her, I guess soon means something different. Ashton stares at the text, it’s been a couple hours since he sent it. That was wrong of me, I’m sorry. I just need to hear from you, make sure you’re in a good headspace and if you’d made a decision or not.

Ashton has zero intention to persuade her one way or another. Sure, he wanted the big family. He had fantasized about that with her too. Having a kid on his back, two more running down the hallways laughing as they go. He envisioned at least one more, helping her fix dinner. The house would always be full and it would always be loud. But with all the volume it was laughter and smiles. It would be bellowing about being late for school and it would be potentially tears because of someone at school. It would be secret ice cream eating and teaching the kids how to play the drums.

For sure along the way, there would be those arguments, his kids wanting more freedom and him being afraid of them getting hurt. Of course, he can imagine the sting of when his kids would insist that they can go it alone at the mall or they venture around a store without his presence hovering. Oh, that would hurt, he thinks. To see his kids growing up right before his very eyes. They wouldn’t be able to stay little forever though. He didn’t. His sister didn’t.

The terrible reality–all of his little ones would grow up.

They’d come back though. With their own little ones on their hips. They would hand grandbabies over and Ashton’s only thought would be to spoil them. Every toy and piece of candy their tiny hearts could imagine having would be theirs. He might even be around for those great-grandchildren. God, wouldn’t that be a sight? Him with his child, their children and then the great grands. A full life.

Ashton wants that so damn bad. That’s not wrong of him, right? There’s nothing wrong with a dream. But he needs a call back. He needs her to tell him what’s going on. If it came down to it, he’d raise a kid alone. It wouldn’t be ideal. After his own experience, he wanted his kids to have both parents active in their life.

With the phone pressed right under his chin, Ashton sighs. If he calls now, she’s likely to ignore him. And she has every right too after what he said. Pushing off his couch, Ashton grabs his keys. If ever he did make a mistake, which was bound to happen because of his humanness, he always knew how to fix it. The Chinese restaurant is pretty quiet for the midpoint between the lunch rush and the beginning of the wave for dinner.

The lady grins at the counter. He’s not sure if she owns the place, but she’s always around. “Let me guess. Chicken lo mein, shrimp fried rice, and three eggrolls.”

“To the T,” he laughs in response.

“I’ll always remember. I’ll always know you.” There’s a grin as her fingers punch in on the keys. “But something’s a matter. What’s wrong?”

He sighs, watching her swipe his card. He’s not one to unload his problems. “I might’ve made a stressful situation worse.”

She shakes her head with a tsk falling over her teeth. “Might have or did? Take responsibility for your actions.”

“I did. I most definitely did.”

The lady fixes him with a side glance and pursed lips before turning to the kitchen. She shouts something and he doesn’t catch it in full clarity. She disappears too into the full clatter of pots and pans. Ashton drops his head, praying to whoever would listen to spare him just this once. He just needed one more ounce of good graces from them.

Ashton stops outside the door. The plastic bag with a smiley face is clutched tightly in the curl of his fingers. His keys are shaking and he realizes that his hands are shaking too. Fuck, he hopes he hadn’t fuck things up with her.

He takes a deep breath and on the exhale manages to raise his shaking fist. There’s one rap, then a second and his hands are falling to his side. Time is slow. It’s mere seconds before the door creaks open but he watches her form in front of him a piece at a time. First, her feet, second her ankles and shin. Her legs appear next, followed by kneecaps and thighs. He kind of misses those thighs, just resting his head on them.

Her torso and chest, filled in with fingers, elbows, and forearms fill his vision next. And up over collarbones and chins until he lands on her face. The skin around her eyes and her cheeks are red. Her eyes are bloodshot. “I-Please can I come in?”

She only gives a nod, tucking herself behind the door. Her t-shirt is loose and covers the tops of her thighs. She’s not herself. Ashton can see that immediately and when he steps inside, he turns to her. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should’ve just shut the fuck up and waited for you to call me like you said you would.”

Her eyes never left. She stares down and Ashton’s not sure if he can reach out and touch her if she’d let him. So he shuffles in a little closer, watching to see if she backs away. “Is that Chinese?” she asks. Her face is small.

“Your favorite,” he returns, lifting the bag a little. “And yes, I remembered the extra eggroll.”

They settle at her dining room table, the plastic bag and the brown paper bag are torn up and acting as a resting place for all the sauces, unused in the middle, used tucked into the corner.

“I’m sorry for not calling.” Her two egg rolls have been consumed and Ashton takes the final bite of his as she speaks. “Our lives would totally turn upside down. You’re about to live for tour and I have gigs coming up. They took months to lock down.”

“Well, I’m sure we could figure things out. You wouldn’t show for a couple months at least.” There, right with her, are all his hopes. He hadn’t realized seeing her, knowing she’s pregnant would make him so adamant about keeping the baby. But he really wants this. God, he can feel it in his toes how much he wants to be a dad.

“I don’t know, Ashton. Are we ready to be parents? I don’t know the fuck to be a mom.”

They could figure it out though. They really could. Ashton knows it. His place has plenty of space for right now. His mother could fly in and help them out for a month or two until things got settled. It would mean less drumming at home. But that’s something can be worked around. Both of them make good money, they wouldn’t be stressed about the cost of furnishing the room or sustaining a constant mill of diapers.

The tears well, collecting for the second right along his bottom lashline. His chest hurts, feels like someone’s sitting on it and he’s slowly being restricted from all his oxygen. “It’s your choice.”

“I went by a clinic,” the admission is soft. Ashton nods, watching his fried rice swim in his wavering vision. “Just to get some information.”

“Not ready?” he asks, attempting to keep the crack in his voice from hitting the open air.

“I don’t think so. I don’t know.”

Ashton sniffles, wiping quickly at his cheeks. “Just take your time, okay? Don’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

Her fingers wrap around his and they sit together, not looking at each other but watching the world float on around them. Ashton really wanted her to say that she would down for it. He wanted to tell the guys he was going to be a father. “You’ll call when you know for sure?”

“I will.” The confession feels hollow for a moment but then she squeezes his hand and they lock eyes. “I’m sorry. I know–I know you wanted something different.”

“Maybe this is just a not right now.” There’s only a nod in return. Ashton can wait by that phone all he wants but he has the answer he needs right in front of him.

-H

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eeveemasters · 4 years

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hey, all you lovely people! full disclosure i talk a lot and i have thought about this character thoroughly when you look under that read more... oh boy... just a heads up. anywho... guess i’m the last here i see, well, that’s typical. I’m late to literally everything, although this time I do have a good excuse. i’d tell you what it is but you don’t really wanna read about me gettin’ it in all weekend and drew is my bro -like literally. we share blood. we came outta the same womb. 26 hours of labor. 19 minutes apart. our poor mother- so he def doesn’t wanna read about it and that is a swill of information about me before ya even know my name which says a lot, doesn’t it? inst-y-ways, I’m maddie and I’m Jewish, you’ll figure out why i’m putting that out there now. also hello again. i hope y’all are ready to get this party started, cause this is where it’s at! look below & hit that read more and I will tell you all about my baby girl, Eevee.

TW: DEATH, DEPRESSION, STALKER, MURDER, KIDNAPPING

★ ━ ( candice patton, cis-female, she/her ) ━ ★ just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me. The person you’re lookin’ for is EVELYN LUCIA MASTERS. also known as EEVEE. Last I heard she was born on APRIL 7TH, 1988 in SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS, but she’s been livin’ in RICHMOND, for about EIGHT MONTHS. Word around the districts is, this doll, EEVEE can be VENGEFUL, SELF-RIGHTEOUS, & A KNOW-IT-ALL, but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that she’s RESILIENT, CHARISMATIC, & ENERGETIC. I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though. the last thing ya need to know is that she works as an A-LIST ACTRESS & CO-OWNER OF EXCALIBUR COMICS. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. ━ ( ooc: maddie, pst, 28, she/her )

Evelyn Lucia Masters.

the irony of her name is that it means “wished for child”

she was definitely not.

hence why she goes by...

Eevee.

Yes, like the Pokemon.

No, it’s not a stage name or a gimmick.

She legally changed her name.

It’s on her credit card. ( so are kittens! )

Born in San Antonio Texas.

Jewish, Bisexual & Very Proud.

Collette Rivers

Her mother.

One of the first and few Black, Soap Opera stars.

Had a wildly popular sitcom for a hot minute.

Career was on fire in the 80′s & 90′s.

Transitioned to clothing designer and eventually a reality tv real housewife when she couldn’t get jobs anymore.

Joseph Masters.

Her Father.

a former actor

was very well known for CSI.

was on broadway.

became a sought after director.

it’s a whole family in the biz, so of course...

@ two years of age, Eevee became an Actress™

baby diaper commercials with her mom.

then singing lessons.

then dance lessons.

then pageants.

more commercials.

a bit of child modeling.

more commercials.

reoccurring kid on sesame street.

then a reoccurring (but not staring) role on Gullah Gullah Island.

1998. She’s 10.

lands a role on Broadway opposite Leon Thomas III as Nala in The Lion King.

this is the jumping-off point of her career. where it really shot off

but ignoring that for a minute...

Eevee has 5 other siblings.

4 of them are alive.

when Eevee was 15 she’d just gotten season 1st ( and eventually only ) season of her Disney show renewed and she had a stalker. on her 16th birthday, the stalker snuck into her sweet 16, cornered her when she and her older, brother Elias were alone, stabbed Elias, and kidnapped Eevee. Elias was rushed to the hospital when they found him but died shortly after. They found Eevee, recovered her from the stalker unharmed, but when she asked about Elias... shortly after Eevee sunk deeper into her depression, and also suffered from survivors’ guilt and eventually had to stay in a mental hospital and was released a year later, a few days after her 17th birthday. being in the real world was hard for her and in a few weeks time, became legally emancipated from her parents because her father had taken control of monitoring her finances, her decisions, and became too controlling of her schedule and time out of his concern for her and her mother acted like none of it happened and expected Eevee to pick up where she left off and to get more jobs and keep working. It was an environment detrimental to her health and sanity so she had to get out of that and got her own place and moved away from her parents and unfortunately, her twin sister and younger brother.

Took a break from acting to finish high school.

had to have private tutors

excelled at the school aspect of her life.

had very few friends but she did have a girlfriend.

eventually, Eevee broke up with her

to seize her 5 minutes of fame she outted Eevee as a lesbian to TMZ.

It didn’t take long for Eevee to speak out.

At 17, in 2005, Eevee came out publically as Bisexual.

as a Black 17-year-old girl she was proud of herself.

but it did not go well for her in the media or in magazines.

didn’t help what little career she had left.

but she also kinda didn’t care

Became known for outspoken activism for LGBTQ+ youth.

Started her own charity and outreach program to finance and help struggling youth in the LGBTQ+ community by providing them with shelter, food, and treatment for health issues both mental and physical.

went to college...

Northwestern State University.

joined the Alpha Kappa Alpha sorority

double-majored in theater and business

got married to one of her best friends at one point to help him out with his financial situation.

graduated with degrees.

and real friends in and out of her sorority.

WORKED HER ASS OFF TO GET HER CAREER BACK ON TRACK.

it took a lot of hard work.

a lot of mediocre jobs.

a lot of auditions.

a lot of shmoozing & playing the long game.

she pulled every single string

cashed every single favor

ate a lot of shit.

including going to her mother whom she hadn’t spoken to in six years.

EVENTUALLY ROSE BACK TO THE A-LIST WITH A VENGENCE.

Several Independent Films.

Supporting roles in TV shows.

Supporting roles in a few movies.

Starring roles in a number of pilots that never got greenlit.

Starring roles in 2 tv shows.

one was canceled the first season.

the other had THREE SEASONS.

won an Emmy

Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series

landed a few ad campaigns

Eevee went back to Broadway a few times over the years.

Bring It On: The Musical

played Danielle

won a tony

Best Featured Actress in a Musical.

Newsies: The Musical

played Katherine.

dream come true.

Hadestown

played Eurydice.

nominated for a Tony.

The Lion King

played adult Nala.

life coming full circle.

Currently stars in her own Netflix show.

season 2 just finished filming which is why she has moved to Portland.

PERSONALITY:

very much a complete dork. loves video games, loves comic books, has a lot of memorabilia all through her house, it’s practically a dork museum, always telling puns. always joking. always been an adorable ray of sunshine. she really likes to be a light and enforce positivity for her friends and others.

talks far too much for her own good especially when she’s nervous.

very kind, generous, and loving, always willing to help a friend.

always willing to cook for someone as a way to comfort them. She’s a well-versed home chef and an excellent baker.

she’s in-between the vodka aunt and the mom friend. she’s the first to suggest doing shots and getting fucked up, but she’ll also make sure everyone’s okay and be responsible.

She’s that friend who if you fuck with one of her friends in any way she will go into protective mamma bear mode and straight-up end that person for you. if you need someone to back you up in a fight, literally, and have your back she is your girl.

she isn’t great at flirting or really being around anyone she finds attractive, she turns into a rambling, nonstop talking, pile of adorable.

up until the end of December last year, she was a virgin. She’s only ever slept with one person so she’s not really the sleep around kind of girl but respects those who do, you do you boo, but also please don’t mistake her for a relationship type girl either. she’s neither. she’s great at fooling around and hookups that usually stop before they get to the sex part. she’s actually just very awkward when it comes to intimacy and feelings and getting close to people in that way. It fucks with her anxiety so she just needs someone who can get her out of her head and that is very hard to find for her.

She’s a feminist and believes women should be there to support each other, but also is aware that feminism isn’t always equal and some women don’t include her as a woman to support because she is a woman of color and because she’s Black and will call someone out on their white feminist or anti-black bullshit.

she’s kind but is in no way a pushover. she’s very opinionated and steadfast and isn’t afraid to reason with someone and argue with them and stand up for herself.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:

Friends: people who can put up with her non-stop chatter and find it endearing.

Fake Friends: people who are using her for fame, recognition and what her name can do for them.

Crushes: could be one-sided, could be both-sided, let’s talk about it.

Boxing Friendship: sparing partners, or someone who sees her at the boxing gym in her workout outfits that include but is not limited to color-coordinated custom gloves, that match both her outfit, her shoes, her gym bag and the giant cheerleading bow on the top of her high ponytail, but has never actually stuck around to see her box so don’t believe she can throw an actual punch because they can’t take that seriously, because she’s just a pretty little celebrity what can she actually do, but then one day end up in an argument with her and challenge her to a sparring match and to their surprise kicks their ass and they become sparring partners. I don’t know, clearly I haven’t given that plot much thought.

Step-family member: Eevee doesn’t have a relationship with her mom, but she is aware the woman got married to another woman who has kids when Eevee was 19 or so. She’s never met any of them. Never spoken to any of them. Never been invited to family functions. Knows full well they exist and they know full well she exists and they have actually hung out with other members of her family, just not her. So that sounds like awkward and traumatic fun for all involved right?? Bring the angst.

Fellow Actors: They could be real friends, could be fake friends, could have worked together, could just know of each other, could be a publicity friendship, dude, I don’t know.

Fans / Haters: like her work or don’t like her work???????????? I don’t know I’m just throwing stuff out there at this point.

I don’t know we’ll figure something out, I AM PUMPED AND EXCITED!!

#pb:intro #pb:ooc #death tw #depression tw #murder tw #stalker tw #kidnapping tw

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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Dragon’s roar (YGO)

Joey had a sinking feeling in his gut as he was on his way home from work. normally on a Friday night, and a payday at that, he'd of been happy to make his way back to his new home he shared with his loving boyfriend and his semi new little brother, the Kaiba boys, but he'd caught a glimpse of Mokuba and Yugi in a car heading for the turtle game shop. which meant if Mokuba was having a sleepover and it was date night.. "Aw fuck. I'm gonna be in huggies t'night." Joey groaned, getting a look of confusion from a nearby corporate type who was on his cell phone. "Mind yer own business." Joey huffed and sulked. Seto was a loving boyfriend, and spoiled Joey rotten in so many ways. Joey didn't need to walk to and from his security job at a mall, or even needed the job itself truth be told. But Joey liked to be able to be independent which sadly was a concept his loving boyfriend had some problems with. 'Ya would think someone who was taking collage classes and running a billion dollar company would get it.' Joey thought, slowing his walk down now that he knew what was waiting for him. Despite being seen as a cold and distant person by 90 percent of the world, Joey knew that under that layer of ice was..well more ice. but under THAT layer..well OK more ice. But if you dug down deep enough, there was this giant teddy bear that just wanted to hug you and pamper you. literally. and when Seto got in daddy mode, only one thing would get in his way of whining and begging Joey to let him pad him up. Mokuba. There was a reason Joey had been trying to start a Friday night tradition of pizza and movies but apparently Seto had been able to bribe his brother out of the house. 'And now I'm gonna get home and he's gonna have a pack of those freaking pampers out..and how the hell did he manage to get pampers to make diapers in my size anyways?! ...No you know what? I'm putting my foot down this time. I'm gonna go, have a beer, enjoy a few slices and maybe then I'll think about it!' Joey thought to himself, picking up the pace and walking though the front gate of the mansions yard, then slumped again. "...Oh who am i fucking kidding. it's gonna be milk and baby food and crapping myself tonight. He's taking me clubbing tomorrow night now though!" Joey muttered to himself. walking in he didn't even get a chance to call out that he was home before Seto was standing in front of him, holding up one of the thick massive pamper brand diapers. "Pleassssse?" Seto said and gave joey puppy eyes. "..I'm gonna draw up a list of demands and you're gonna cave into everyone of them. but yes. just let me get a shower first." Joey said, wondering again if the sweet and loving and rational boyfriend Seto was 90 percent of the time was worth the other 10 percent. "Deal!" Seto squealed and went to go and finish getting things ready.

Seto hummed and was grinning ear to ear as he laid out the diaper, some boosters, and a cute little outfit for the cutest big baby in the world, thinking about just how easy it had been to get Mokuba out of the house. One little fake rant about how he'd destroy the pharaoh and the like and Mokuba had asked to stay out for the night, tired of the crazy. The servants were given the night off so him and his adorable little big toddler could just cuddle and play and Seto was so lost in his thoughts he missed it as Joey tried to get his attention, till the wet towel hit him in the back of his head. "...really?" "hey, you want a big toddler, better learn ta pay attention." Joey said and shrugged and held up his hands. "...Your lucky your cute you know that?" "excuse me, but out of the two of us here, who's pushing their luck more?" Joey asked and winked, strolling over and then jumping up and turning mid jump to land on his back on the bed. "heh. Ok I'll give you that. Now did you go poo poo or pee pee at daycare today little guy?" Seto asked, getting into character and lightly tickling Joey's tummy. Joey rolled his eyes,he still wasn't on board with referring to his job as daycare, but taking a deep breath he switched on that baby tone that made Seto melt. "I went pee pee in the potty dis many times t'day daddy." He said and held up three fingers as a blush came to his face. "and I went all by myself!" "Oh my! Such a big boy!" Seto praised. "Daddies still gonna diaper you though since you have a stinky present in your tummy tum just waiting to come out." Seto coo'ed and then leaned down and tickled Joeys tummy more. "Who's got a big stinky present in his tummy tum? you do! yes you do!" knowing full well just how ticklish Joey's sides were Seto targeted them next, making the blond 20 year old yelp and burst into a fit of giggles. "ah! No fair! Cheating!" Joey cried out, trying to get free. "Noooo tickles!" "Sorry little guy, But i"m channeling the tickle monster, and you're monster food!" Seto chuckled. "Ahahahaha n-no stop ahahahaha W-wait I'm gonna!" Joey tried to wheeze out a warning between his laughs and Seto realized seconds to late maybe he should of stopped. Of course by then Joey was peeing on the front of his shirt and Seto stopped. "..I uh..had a big gulp on the way home." Joey said sheepishly, poking two fingers together as the flow finally stopped. "...I'm gonna choice to believe that was done to give me the full experience." Seto said and then lifted Joey off the bed, and onto a back up changing mat on the floor.

Joey was mortified as Seto powered him and got him tapped in the bulky white diaper, and found himself sucking on his thumb and blushing while Seto got out a different outfit for him. while his little accident had managed to avoid the diaper, the light blue short-alls and white diaper shirt hadn't of been so lucky. 'Now der's irony fer ya.' Joey thought, slurping away at his thumb. it was a bad habit he was picking up for all the date nights that turned into baby nights and it was starting to spill over to his big boy time. just the other day at work he'd had to claim he'd banged his thumb when busted by a co-worker. it was also a case of irony that even Seto wasn't a fan of the thumb sucking, which was shown as he turned around with a dark purple t-shirt and a pair of dark green shorts and scowled. "What do you think o- Little man! what have I told you about sucking your thumb?" Seto scolded Joey, coming over and setting the clothes down and pulling the thumb out with a pop. "Uhhh dat's good eating?" the diapered 20 year old tried, really feeling like he WAS just a 2 year old. "strike one." Seto said, trying not to smirk, as he reached into the diaper bag. "Thumbs like boyfriends are made for sucking?" Joey said and gave his best 'I'm so cute you can't be mad' smile. "Maybe tomorrow if your good tonight. Last chance." Seto said and his mouth was twitching badly as he tried to stay stern. "...Little boys thumbs has germs on it and they should be sucking on paci's." Joey huffed and pouted. He just couldn't explain it, but Joey was of the view that hands down, his thumb tasted and felt better in his mouth then any of the many different pacifiers that they had tried. It was a semi holy quest of Seto's to find one that Joey wouldn't have a fuss about. Opening his mouth for the large nipple of the new paci, and noting it was at least black like his red eyes, Joey gave it a few experimental suckles. "well?" Seto asked. 'shit..dis one actually feels pretty good.' Joey thought, though he made a show of it and shrugged but kept nursing as Seto helped him sit up. with the paci in his mouth Joey instinctively became a lot more willing to play along, raising his arms for daddy and letting him tug the shirt on. then letting daddy help him stand and putting his hands on daddies shoulders while he stepped into his shorts, which were then tugged up. Then he sat on a bed of the bed he hadn't of soaked and raised his feet up as Daddy tugged up some white socks with the red eyes black dragon on them and grinned around his paci. "heh, I'm sorry we haven't gotten your red eyes shirt back from the dry cleaners left after last time. I still wanna know how you managed to turn your pasta into a paste and got it all over yourself though." Seto chuckled. Normally a statement like that would of had Joey all blushy, but again, this time.. He just smirked and flexed his arms. "oh i see. and here i am without tickets to the gun show." Seto teased and tapped a finger on Joey nose. Seto held out a hand for Joey to take, since normally Joey insisted on walking (or crawling if Seto triple diapered him) rather then be carried but he just felt all small and little and held out his arms for uppies. "...You..You sure?" Seto asked, grinning ear to ear, and Joey nodded. "...I'm buying the company that made that pacifier." Seto chuckled and lifted joey up and sat him on his hip, a arm under Joeys well padded tush. Joey leaned in and snuggled into daddy as he wrapped his legs around him and gurgled softly behind his paci as daddy carried them downstairs.

Seto couldn't get over the change in behavior from Joey's normal big baby time to this time. there was no eye rolling, no smart ass remarks.when he'd sat Joey on a blanket on the floor with some toys, he'd gone and grabbed a stuffie of the red eyes and then scooted on his diaper butt, not even crawling, scooted, over to the couch and crawled up and snuggled into him. "you sure you don't wanna play with your toys little guy?" Seto asked. Joey shook his head no and snuggled in more and Seto for a second was worried about melting into good and getting sucked up but the couch's cushions. Seto put on a episode of Lil duelers for Joey and just kept looking at the little guy who was watching the show sure, but also seemed to be getting a little sleepy. about half way though Joey started to squirm a little bit and started to look up at Seto and then at the screen then back up at Seto and whined softly behind his paci. "whats wrong buddy?" Seto asked. if Joey was gonna keep the paci in his mouth this was going to get a little bit vexing to drag out what he wanted all the time, but Seto figured a few minutes of back and forth with the big baby was well worth the price of this cuteness. Joey whined again and then with one hand hugging his stuffie to his chest, he reached up and grabbed left hand and put it on back of his shorts, so his hand was on Joey's butt. "heh, I thought someone hated bum pats?" Seto asked, and Joey whined and gave him a pleading look. "ok ok, patting! don't give me that look again! You made me feel like a monster for not patting right away!" Seto said, half joking. the little guy giggled behind his paci and as Seto started patting and rubbing his butt Joey closed his eyes in bliss and snuggled in as much as he could. "So I guess this means anytime I wanna stop argument with you all i need to do is pop a paci in your mo-" Seto was saying when a muffled fart came out of Joey's behind, and Seto swore he could feel the heat from it. "heh, did you just wanna fart on daddies hand?" Seto asked, and Joey shook his head no, but his eyes were shut tight. it didn't look like his 'I'm so ashamed' face and Seto went to say something else when a second, louder and more forceful fart came out, followed but a rapid fire series of smaller ones. "Ohhh I see. Somebody wants bum pats while he makes daddy a present." Seto chuckled, and Joey nodded. His eyes were still closed but as Seto realized now, it was because he was bearing down and trying to speed up a bowel movement, or in baby term: make daddy a present as soon as possible. More farts now and Seto was thankful for the oder guard in the diapers, though he was still thinking he should of doubled diapered Joey as his hand was getting a little toasty. Joey was staining and pushing, and starting to work up a little bit of a sweat and Seto frowned. "Joey buddy, I know you wanna be a good boy and make me a present, but you can't just force it like this. you're gonna hurt yourself an-" Seto was saying in a gentle voice when with one mighty effort, the back of Joey's diaper started to expand. Normally Joey would of tried to hide, or pouted to use the potty before taking a dump in a diaper, but this time he was being such a good little boy even as the living room filled with the funk of his gift to daddy. The diaper and shorts by extension took on a interesting shape as Joey grunted and pushed. instead of just puffing out like it would normally do, it was making a semi triangle shape as it pushed out, causing the shorts to slide down. '...what the hell did he eat?' Seto thought but kept that to himself even as the smell had him taking shallow breath. 'Ok, no more food court lunches for him. I'm packing his lunch from now on.' As the bowel movement finished up, Seto rubbed Joey's back (he had switched from the boys butt when the lump had started to form and coo'ed softly at him. "All done now champ?" Seto asked. Joey looked more tired then before, his eyelids struggling to open up but he nodded his head. "Ready for a diapie change then?" Seto chuckled, and to his shock, Joey shook his head no. Normally Joey hated staying in a poopie diaper, and it was Seto who had to beg him to sit in it just for a few extra minutes. 'Go figure, the one time he's actually stinking the place up..' Seto thought. "Ok buddy. we'll let you take a little power nap, then change you, ok?" Seto asked. Joey gave a sleepy nod and then shut his eyes, gurgling and coo'ing as he drifted off to dream land. "...Your a toxic little mud butt. but your worth it." Seto said, stroking Joey's hair and smiling till anther loud fart came out into the back of the blond waste filled diaper. "But don't push it." Seto chuckled.

The end

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jungshookz · 5 years

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hi cee ~ i'd like to request a drabble ! ceoyoongi family vacation with lil baby hwayoung :)

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!yoongiverse, uncle jimin and uncle jungkook i mean how much cuTer can this get, tiny bit of spicE because yoongi and y/n miss each other ;-), hwayoung is fearless and she definitely doesn’t get that from you no offense

→ wordcount: 1.8k

→ note: i love this gif of happy jimin on the beach so i’m usINg it also i’m sorry this was so short i hope u enjoy regardless!!! schasjfhsja

(gif isn’t mine!)

“look at you in your cute little one piece!” you coo and tickle hwayoung’s tummy

you reach down and wipe a grain of sand off her cheek before poking her rotund t u m m y again

babies have such cute tummies!!!!!!!!! so soft and squidgy

she squawks and pinches your hand in response and you take that as a sign to bacK off

she’s wearing the most adorable black one piece that has lil daisies printed all over it

and there are little bow ties on the straps

aND!! you got her a pair of tiny sunglasses that coincidentally are also shaped like daises

anyways it’s the cutest thing ever and if there were diapers with daisies on them she would definitely be wearing them

she’s sitting in between your legs and kind of pressing her hands into the sand underneath the towel

in a way it looks like she’s kneading bread with her tiny hands

and she lets out the occasional babble as if she’s telling you every thought that’s going through her head and you’re just rolling with it

“hasjfashda-“

“oh yeah girl tell me about it”

“buuuhsda-!”

“mmmm i hear ya”

“i hate the beach” yoongi mutters

“..,,.boitcha?” hwayoung stops in her ministrations and turns to look at her disGruntled father

“yeah, boitcha.”

he leans forward to brush some sand off the beach towel

of course that does nothing because he ends up bringing moRe sand onto the towel

it’s just a tortuous never-ending cycle

gOD

all of you are probably going to track sand into the penthouse too

and not to mention he’s going to find sand under his nails for like 10 years after this

why’d you choose to go the beAch out of all places!!!!! nothing’s wrong with the zoo

or even the museum!!!!!

it’s never too early to introduce your child to modern art

yoongi lets out a groan of frustration before pushing his sunglasses up so they sit on the top of his head

“well we love the beach” you coo mockingly and squish hwayoung’s cheek against yours before turning so the both of you can face yoongi

his two girls!!!!!!!!!!!!

hwayoung babbles and immediately reaches out for yoongi

of course

classic hwayoung

he grins and takes her from you before smooshing his lips against her chubby cheek and absolutely spoiling her with kisses

she giggles and smacks her tiny hands against his face

“did you put sunscreen on her?” yoongi nudges his nose against hwayoung’s and you freeze

so that’S what you forgot to do

“well no but to be fair we just goT here so of course i didn’t-“

“you have to put it on 30 minutes before so it gets to soak in!!!! y/n i told you to- do you even have sunscreen on??”

“….yes?”

yoongi raises a brow at you before he plops hwayoung down in between his legs

he turns and rifles through the beach bag for the sunscreen and you watch as hwayoung gets onto her hands and knees and starts crawling out from under the umbrella

“where do you think you’re going, you chunky monkey?” yoongi reaches over and grabs onto her ankle to keep her from moving

you can’t help but wonder what’s got her excited but then you look over and see jimin and jungkook jogging over

they both ran straiGHt to the water as soon as you guys finished setting up

.,.,.somehow you forgot how hot your friends were

they both look like they’re from that tv show baywatch

that scene where the lifeguards are running onto the shore in slow motion

jimin runs a hand through his hair

some water droplets fliCK into the air as he does so and you can’t help but roll your eyes

he’s putting on a show and he knows it

“y/n, you’re a married woman, you can’t be drooling over me like that - you had your chance!” jungkook grabs the towel sitting behind you and dabs himself off before looking down at you again “unless you’re looking for a little side action-“

“one more word out of you and you’re walking back.” yoongi interrupts him as he continues slathering hwayoung with sunscreen

he’s gripping onto her wrist and really scruBbing the sunscreen into her arm

“you cutiE look at you” jimin drops down to his knees and looks down at hwayoung

yoongi has her on her back and he squirts a line of sunscreen onto her leg like how you would squirt ketchup onto a hot dog

she coos and shoves her fist into her mouth and yoongi immediately reaches over to pop it out of her tiny mouth

he sits her up and dots some on her nose and she giggles “let’s get your hat on, hm?” he pulls her sun hat out of the bag and pulls it onto her head

jimin actually bought her sun hat for her

it’s mustard yellow and there’s a little pom pom on top so it kinda looks like she has a bell on her head (jungkook still thinks it looks like a giant nipple)

“alright, i think we’re-“

“we’ll take her!” jimin swOOps hwayoung up into his arms and yoongi’s about to protest but you stoP him before he can go and sprint after jimin

see this was supposed to be a family gathering but like

jimin overheard that you were planning a beach day and he got all pouty that he wasn’t invited

and somehow jungkook got invited along the way

you know what it’s actually pretty good that they came along because now you have some babysitters!!!!! and you and yoongi can sneak a kiss or two (or more) without hwayoung screeching and wiggling her way in between the two of you

“you guys better be careful or i’ll-! and they’re gone.” yoongi frowns as jimin and jungkook daRt over to the water with hwayoung

“you wanna help me with the sunscreen? should i lie down on my back like hwayoung?” you joke and yoongi rolls his eyes playfully before gesturing for you to lie down on your front

“i still think we should wait at least twenty minutes before letting hwayoung out into the sun” yoongi sits himself down on the small of your back and gently tugs at the strings of your bikini top

“she’ll be fine - you put so much on her that she looks she took a bath in chalk dust” you prop your chin up on your folded hands as you look towards the shore where jungkook and jimin are

jungkook bends down and dips hwayoung’s toes into the water and she lets out a squeal of delight as he lifts her back up before dipping her down again

you jolt in surprise when you feel yoongi’s cool hands begin to rub into your back

“cute bikini, by the way. new?” you turn your head a little so that you can kinda look at him

“mm. you like it? i tried to find one to match hwayoung’s but there were no flowers so i settled for polka dots”

“i like polka dots”

his fingers skim over the side of your breast and you can’t help but grin before turning back to prop your chin onto your hands “no funny business, boss”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about, mrs. min.” yoongi ties your bikini strings back up neatly before crawling off of you and giving you bum a quick smack “okay, you’re good - you wanna do me?”

“when have i ever noT wanted to do you?” you push yourself back up onto your knees and adjust your top slightly so your boobs aren’t casually hanging out

“not like thAt you pervert” yoongi hands you the bottle of sunscreen

he pauses and turns to look at you over his shoulder “i’d be happy to take you up on that offer behind closed doors, though.”

“you better” you grin and rub some sunscreen onto his bare shoulders “wasn’t this such a good idea?? we should do beach day more often”

“uh- absolutely not! i don’t particularly enjoy having actual sand in my sandwiches.” yoongi glances over at the picnic basket

earlier some hOOligans were playing volleyball and the ball landed righT in front of the picnic basket causing sand to just fly everywhere

“also, i was thinking - as much as i love our child-“

“for some reason i don’t like where this is going-“

“what do you think about a vacation for us? like.,,.,. like juSt us” your hands pause on yoongi before they resume their journey along his biceps

“i think that sounds nice. i think we deserve a tiny break - like a weekend trip?”

“i’m not leaving her with those morons for more than 2 days,” you hear jimin let out a scReam when jungkook kicks water at him “-so a weekend trip would definitely suffice.”

“i’d like that.” you smile and take your bottom lip in between your teeth

it’s been a while since you and yoongi had,.,. you and yoongi time

“what happened to no funny business?” yoongi hums as your hands slide down to his chest

he grabs your wrist before your hand can make it down anY further

“i have no idea what you’re talking about, mr. min.” you purr into his ear and yoongi can’t wait for this weekend trip even though he hasn’t even planned anything out yet

“noT in front of your child, please!” jungkook has hwayoung propped up onto his hip and both you and yoongi look up “jimin and i are going to go and play volleyball with those guys over there-“ he sets her down on the towel and pats the top of her head

she twists back to look up at him before raising her closed fist at him

“what-“

“bAH!” hwayoung unfurls her tiny fingers and jungkook shrieKS in surprise when a tiny crab crawls out and plops down onto the ground before burrowing itself into the sand

jesus christ

who gave this child a CRAB

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Episode: The Rupture

So I'm off to a cranky start with this one before the episode even properly kicks in. These writers think the audience's memory for canon is just as shitty as theirs, so they feel it's necessary to outright spoil Rowena's death via the content of the previouslies. Let literally anything come as a surprise in this show anymore? Can't let it happen!

There's like, the one scene where Dean is trying to make Sam feel better about Rowena … and that's about all I wholeheartedly enjoyed from this episode. Well, beyond the usual of the actors doing their best with what they were given no matter how dumb it was. Such a talented cast to waste on ... this.

I think the writers were trying to do an in media res type start here, with them already on the way to try a new thing? The problem is, like so much else in the show now, it feels like a no-effort cheat because we didn’t see them work for it or even get an implication they did. Oh, they had literally no idea what to try next last episode and made it out to be a big deal? No problem, they pulled a spell out of Rowena's ass and came up with a plan to implement it since last we looked. Even ending the last episode with Rowena saying something along the lines of, “I just might have an idea” would make this work so much better for me.

And seriously are they out of money to pay extras and get new sets? The group makes their way through the ghost-infested area without a single sign of any angry ghosts until they're in the same old crypt where the show can have “ghosts” bang on the door without having to show any people-shapes.

Rowena declaring they're all going to die would have a lot more impact if significantly more people actually stayed dead on this show for more than a hot minute these days. I admit I found Rowena's meltdown a little over the top, but then again, that is a little unfair because I think it makes sense for the character to be so. She's both generally inclined towards dramatics and used to being able to cut and run when shit doesn't go her way, but with allies she actually cares about and the whole world in danger, that's not really an option. Understandably distressing.

Then we have Dean yelling at Rowena and angrily stocking up on bullets to again, fucking futilely shoot at the ghosts because … oh, right. This episode was written by Berens who seems to think Dean is nothing but an idiotic angry bully. Die mad nobody wanted to watch your shitty cardboard MarySuefest, you little bitch. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oh, no! Sam is out of ideas! Remind me what ideas he actually had? Like, I'm not digging at Sam, I'm digging at the stupidity of that line and that I suspect this season is going to give me whiplash with the Winchester hokey pokey of angsty fatalism. I genuinely think it makes sense for Sam and Dean to alternately bolster each other when the other one starts to lose hope. However, when they seem to switch randomly at the drop of a hat, it feels more like drama for the sake of drama rather than being particularly realistic or interesting.

Since the spell Rowena arbitrarily pulled out of her ass didn't work, now it's time for an equally arbitrary McGuffin to come up! Yay. That said, I am actually willing to give a bit of a pass on this one. While it's absolutely absurd that Lilith would have needed an item to control demons (controlling demons was not a problem until the writers were desperately out of ideas of what to do with Crowley)? If the actual purpose is to suck up the power of all those demons, I can buy Lilith having a device for that. (Although what was demon guy gonna do if Rowena’s first spell had worked, since the crook thing only calls souls/demons back from Earth? Edit: They go with his plan because they’re desperate, they’re unlikely to agree to a dubious demon scheme if the ghosts are no longer on the verge of breaking free.)

Oh, and can't forget, there's also another spell! Because apparently in coming up with the first one, it was in no way necessary nor did it apparently seem like a good idea to actually inspect the ghost-belching hell-hole. Uh-huh.

Then we have the part where Sam is apparently witch-like now, because ??? I really don't need Dabb's crew of morons trying to turn Sam into as much of a joke as Wayward/Jack with random abilities falling out his ass. Both Winchesters have cast minor spells all along, just say Rowena likes him better since that's true enough. That would involve not taking any given opportunity to arbitrarily make random shit up, though, and these writers can't have that!

It's almost funny how hard they try to talk up Dean's part in this, which is to sit by a hole with a bag and toss it in. Oooh, so dangerous! Except for the part where we see later that there was literally no danger because the ghosts completely ignored him. Aside from that one line about Chuck being a glorified fanboy, why is Dean even in this episode?

Though at least that's not as pathetic as Castiel's dirty diaper faces. This is about saving the world, you giant baby - you're older than humanity, grow the fuck up. Seriously, do the writers genuinely believe the repeat of Castiel getting talked into being a dumb asshole by some rando is sympathetic? It's really, really not, because all I'm hearing is a bunch of undeserved self-pity seasoned with a hefty dash of hypocrisy.

Almost as annoying is wasting our time with the bullshit of Ketch's death. Look, I really don't care that he's dead. He should have stayed dead the first time. What I can't stand is that these writers are so nonsensically obsessed with “redeeming” antagonist/villain characters by having them change who they are for absolutely no reason so they can have a “heroic” death. And this was sloppier and more transparent that most. Oh, the demon can conveniently read Ketch's totally genuine noble intentions, alas, so sad he dies! Don’t try to tell me that actual, in-character Ketch wouldn’t at least try to pretend to sell them out to outmaneuver random demon #7692. The only way I’d buy this is if he has another get-out-of-death-free spell of Rowena’s in play - and I don’t actually want any more unnecessary resurrections so I also hope that’s not the case.

And why bring that other demon into things, you ask? So we can have a brief demonic power play, with demons fighting over ruling hell. Because that is in no way stale as fuck. I guess the idea is that it needs to be there so demon guy reveals his master plan in front of Cas (and it has to be spelled out that blatantly because the writers see both the audience and Cas as idiots)? Except, seriously? A demon screwing them all over for power? What a completely unexpected turn of events! Not to mention that I agree Cas' choice here is, as per usual, highly questionable. Allowing demon guy to suck in all the souls at least gets those souls off Earth. No matter how powerful it makes him, he's still very much a tertiary concern beyond all of hell's souls getting free to wreak havoc on the whole world and Chuck turning against them. Which is assuming that they actually couldn't have worked with him as the power in hell. Not like it would be the first time - he may have immediately turned on them, but he also may not have. If they wanted this to look like it was about Castiel making the smart decision, they really shouldn’t have spent so much time showing him whining and sulking. As it is, this takes on the implication it’s at least as much about Castiel seizing the first opportunity to take out demon guy for using Jack’s body and not caring about his feeewings as it is about making a necessary or prudent decision. Not exactly a great look.

There is no connection between Lilith's crook and Rowena's spell to heal the not-a-door-totally-a-wound hell-hole, right? One is from demon guy’s secret plotting, the other is entirely from Rowena. She's also not doing the same spell she was before where she couldn't finish it because the ghosts were bangin' on the forcefield thing. So after Castiel kills the demon guy and stops the soul-suckage … why can't they just finish sealing the hole to stopper up more ghosts coming through and then deal with what's already there? See if the solidify-the-shield thing can be done now with less ghosties or just use moar crystals? The jump from something’s gone wrong to, whelp, time to self-sacrifice is extremely fast and unless I missed/forgot something, not an automatic conclusion to come to.

This is why I suspect maybe the meta I've seen hypothesizing Rowena was up to something may be true. When Sam asks her if she has any ideas earlier in the episode, they show her looking at a page in the damned book and quickly closing it to say no with this weird little music stinger in the background. If this isn't a fake-out where she makes this “sacrifice” to get the power and takes over hell instead of demon guy, it's just disappointingly bad melodrama that, so far as I can see, has to happen because the script says so. (She wouldn’t even need to have been relying on demon guy’s failure if she just was considering doing it instead of planning on it and then seized the opportunity when Cas killed demon guy.)

When are Castiel's powers not fucking failing? Seriously. Again, more Castiel is a sad sack of sorrow and I cannot be bothered to give a fuck. You want people to trust you and give you the benefit of the doubt? Maybe stop betraying them and constantly failing to follow through for them - just a thought.

#writer incompetence #anti wayward #anti berens #anti castiel #negativity for ts #long post #spn season 15 #spn 15x03

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