#banjo-needs-a-daddy

[pahtoosh]

Banjo needs a Daddy

[image ID: a collage on a light blue background. the middle has a photo of Sebastian Stan putting a stuffed bear into his jacket. there are two stuffed grey cats on either side of him. /.end ID]

18+

masterlist

wc: ~1120

warnings: fluff. "daddy" or "dada" is used like every other sentence😶 I could not help myself

a/n: i hope you guys like this one! i've been working on it off and on for over a month now. my next fic will be with chef!daddy!bucky so keep an eye out for that!

pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary:  Bucky takes you stuffed animal shopping

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“And sometimes Natty comes over and she needs a stuffy too but if Stevie and Sammie are here first then she has less stuffies to pick from and that’s not fair! And sometimes I have a tea party and a business meeting at the same time so I need twice as many stuffies that day and then after it I get so tired and I wanna sleep in my cozy corner but then there’s not enough stuffies in the corner because of the meeting and the party and I’m too tired to put them back so I need more stuffies, right Daddy?”

You were in the midst of convincing Bucky to let you buy more stuffed animals. He knew the second you opened your mouth and gave him those pleading eyes that he’d say yes to anything. Ordering takeout? He’d love to. New clothes? Of course. A new TV? Why not, you’ve been very good lately. A vacation? His employees are readying the beach house as you speak. 

He almost laughed when he realized all you wanted was a few more stuffed animals. Your little heart wasn’t used to being so spoiled. You were ready to beg and do anything for some new fuzzy friends. Bucky thought you were so cute. His instinct was to tell you you could have whatever you wanted, but he chose to rest a hand on his chin and pretend to think about it some more. He couldn’t resist your adorable rambles and the way you so sweetly clung to his arm as you told him why you absolutely needed more plushies. 

Rant now over, you scrambled your mind thinking of any reasons you might’ve missed. Bucky loved watching you as you did anything, but this moment was particularly good. He was standing at the front door, having just come home when you greeted him with a hug and a kiss and wasted no time before you started asking him for more stuffies. You held onto his bicep with both arms as if him taking a step away from you meant that you wouldn’t get your prize. Your eyes were wide, your lips pouted, and your whole body was leaning toward him, trapping him with your cuteness. 

He was proud of how brave you’d gotten as your little self. You were comfortable around his friends, you knew you could ask him for anything, and you started being more adventurous. He could sense the latter by the stray leaves and grass stains on your clothes. He told you you had free reign over the house, but you had stuck to the two bedrooms you liked and the living spaces until today. Your skin even had a gentle glow from the sun; you were happy. Bucky felt endlessly fulfilled getting to see this side of you. 

“Okay, Baby, Daddy’ll get you your stuffies- but” he said, quieting your squeals. “What does Daddy get in return?”

You stopped bouncing on your feet for a moment. “A hundred million kisses!”

Bucky laughed, “Sounds like a good deal to me, Angel. Why don’t you start paying up now?”

You giggled and held his face with both hands, allowing you to bring his head down and smother him with kisses. 

~

Bucky pulled up to your favorite toy store, parked the car, and placed a hand over yours to get your attention. “Now, Angel. What are our rules for going into a store?”

“Always stay next to Daddy, don’t talk to strangers, no bein’ fussy, and say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘excuse me’!”

“Good, baby. You make Daddy proud when you listen.” Bucky patted your knee before getting out of the car and opening your door and seatbelt for you.

You held his hand as you skipped to the shop. Then, something in the display caught your attention and you tugged Bucky by the sleeve to get a closer look. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Look at all the stuffies!” You pressed your face so close to the window, your nose was nearly touching the glass. “And they all hab clothes and hats a- and shoes.” 

The excitement and toys were pushing you further into little space. You were so distracted by the display that you didn’t notice the heart eyes Bucky was now sporting for you. He loved seeing you so happy and carefree. 

“C’mon, Angel let’s get inside and you can find even more stuffies!”

You squealed and trotted into the shop as Bucky held open the door for you. While shopping, you insisted on looking at every single shelf, because every stuffie deserved to get a fair chance at being the one you brought home. Bucky was more than happy to indulge you. You’d seen nearly every corner of the shop when a small, grey stuffed cat caught your attention. 

“Dada,” you gasped.

“Yes, Angel?”

“Dis one, pease.”

Bucky saw what you were looking at and carefully plucked the grey cat from the shelf so you could get a closer look. With the plushie still in your Daddy’s hands, you inspected its fur and facial features. 

“‘s perfect,” you whispered, still in awe. The small cat was delightfully soft and had a nice, round belly. 

Bucky let you toy with the plush for a few more minutes before speaking up. “You ready to take this new friend home, Sweetheart? You gotta name them and introduce them to your other stuffies before bedtime.”

You snapped out of your trance. “Oh yeah! Kitty already has name though.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Already? You came up with a name that fast, Angel?”

You were still a little distracted, answering his question while stroking the plush’s fur. “Yeah ‘s Banjo. Banjo the kitty.”

“That’s a beautiful name, Baby. Let’s go to the register now, okay?”

You nodded and followed Bucky back to the checkout section. On the way there, something in the corner of your eye caused you to stop suddenly. Bucky was holding your hand and paused when you did. 

“You alright, Sweetheart?”

You pointed to the shelf on your right. It was full of grey cat plushies that were bigger than your Banjo. 

“Can I hab one?”

“Sure, Angel. You wanna get a bigger Banjo instead?”

“No, want two kitties pease.”

Bucky failed to hold back a smile. He was so proud of his baby for telling him what they wanted and for asking him so politely. 

“Anything for you,” he said, kissing the top of your head. He took one of the cats from the shelf and let you inspect it. “You sure you want another grey cat, Angel? This store has a lot of other animals in different colors.”

“Has to be grey kitty, Dada. Banjo needs a Daddy.”

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[hazbinhotelexpansion]

Oh I was BORN to answer your request, prepare for all of my random discord quotes

Are you climbing the inside of the elevator??? ..........maybe

"I want them Zoloft boys"

"ok I think the phone has been in the microwave long enough"

She could run a kingdom, people would listen to her, she's very loud!

I'll sop your wet! ... I'll wet your sop? No, neither of those sound right, joke canceled, goodbye

You know me I love dead people

You want me to go straight to bed? Why not gay to bed???

"this tastes like battery acid, but if battery acid was tasty"

Gusty showers sounds like a terrible name for a retirement community

What happens if you have nipple pasties that just look like nipples? "Then you need nipple pasties for your nipple pasties" Nipple-pasty-ception "Get a bra that looks like boobs and put nipple pasties on that"

Yeah I'm like canonically allergic to chihuahuas in specific

"Jesus told a tree to off itself and then he threw a table"

"am I a Honda or a person?"

"NOW GIVE ME YOUR FACE AND DONT ASK QUESTIONS"

Gasp! Someone cheesed him!

WHY WOULD YOU MAKE MY LITTLE BOY INTO LEMONADE

"using my telekinesis to lift my daughter out of her crib just in time for her father to see her levitating randomly"

"why are we talking about bacon now I thought we were talking about your daddy issues"

I do not have a gender, I have a question

oh pants stopped happening like 30 minutes ago

just calling me Charizard is unhelpful team

I AM THE PICASSO OF MEMES

Ope there goes angel climbing into the China closet again

EVIL JELLO MY NEW GENDER

"I have a *weird* problem, are you ready to hear about my *weird* problem" "always" "my brownies are too oily"

"Before I can own a pigeon, I need to get my bird permit" Your..... Birdmit

It doesn't have to be a bunch of sad white women drinking wine sitting in a rented conference room with a bunch of tables all done up in tablecloths with droopy streamers and half floating balloons

he can be a soft boi *and* a crackhead!!!

"they're Jean shoes" YOU GOT THE FUCKIN JHOES???

Please refrain from happy biting the cannibal

WOOHOO KEVIN GOT BOOPS

Two pigeons, chilling on the sidewalk, five feet apart cause they're not gay

"you're watching a weiner schnitzel be made? Isn't that a dog?"

"she wouldn't hit a cows arse with a banjo"

About husk: probably grumpy enough to overpower catnip by the sheer force of cynicism

About niffty being drunk: she's a spastic caffeinated squirrel in traffic that's just taken a nice long inhale of, uh, snow

no actually I think you're right! I like my impulsive, self destructive behaviors

don't turn yourself into one of those cooked children in the backseat you're always hearing about, Pls don't cook yourself over your trauma

YEAH WE HAVE CHILD LABOR ON THIS BUS!

Mickey mouse voice: you can't spell drunk driving without U and I!

He has the mcdonald's headset of infinite wisdom

*angrily* IM GONNA TURN YOU INTO TREE FOOD

Sudden vox in my head: and now introducing, this.... Fuckin thing..... *gestures to cursed cat alastor on a small runway behind him*

HOPE THESE HELP YOU GUYS IM LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING THE NEW CONTENT!

Friend, I am

CRYING

[krispyweiss]

Roger McGuinn at Midland Theatre, Newark, Ohio, Aug. 22, 2023

There’s no need for Roger McGuinn to write a book. His Songs and Stories With … tour is his autobiography. And hearing the man speak and sing about his incredible life and career is much more enjoyable than reading about it anyway.

As the jangle of an electric guitar playing the Byrds’ arrangement of “My Back Pages” filled the hall - “My ‘My Way,’” McGuinn called it - he walked on stage, stepped to a mic and began to sing. At 81, McGuinn’s voice betrayed some fragility at various points during his two-set, 110-minute performance inside Newark, Ohio’s, three-quarters-full Midland Theatre. But he still plays and sings like a Byrd.

After the opener, McGuinn, dressed in all black save for a red feather in his fedora, took a seat and, surrounded by a banjo, 12- and six-string acoustic guitars, his trusty electric Rickenbacker and tropical plants, proceeded to tell his life’s story. And the concert had the arc of a book, beginning with his childhood in Chicago where he first heard “Heartbreak Hotel” and “Be-Bop-A-Lula” - snippets of which he played - before he went to the Old Town School of Folk Music and got turned on to Bob Gibson and Lead Belly, leading McGuinn to offer full versions of “Daddy Roll ’Em” and “On Easter Morn’ He Rose.”

A teenaged McGuinn then met Pete Seeger, from whom he learned “Turn! Turn! Turn!,” played on electric, and “Rolling Down to Old Maui,” rendered acoustically. He was hired by the Limeliters, met David Crosby in California and Joan Baez (“Virgin Mary”) in New York. He traveled to South America and was inspired to write what would become the bridge of “Chestnut Mare” while sitting on a cliff and eventually went to work for Bobby Darin in Las Vegas - McGuinn was there when Darin discovered Wayne Newton. This was all before McGuinn met Peter Fonda, which prompted “The Ballad of Easy Rider.”

McGuinn wrapped the first set with “I Wasn’t Born to Follow” and “Mr. Spaceman.” He opened set two the way he’d opened the gig, with the sounds of “So You Want to be a Rock ’n’ Roll Star” announcing his arrival and “Lover of the Bayou” following. And despite any wear and tear on his vocal cords, the McGuinn of 2023 is smoother than the raspy McGuinn of 1970’s (Untitled).

From here, McGuinn’s storytelling turned nonlinear as he talked about his friendship with Tom Petty (“King of the Hill”); touring Europe with him and Bob Dylan (a singalong “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door”); and the shenanigans of Dylan’s Rolling Thunder trek. It was here that McGuinn got permission to record Joni Mitchell’s “Dreamland,” also performed, and was inspired to write “Jolly Roger” by the pirate-like nature of the cross-country escapade in a retrofitted Greyhound bus borrowed from Frank Zappa

McGuinn plucked the banjo on “Old Blue” and recalled working in the Brill Building and nicking the Beach Boys to write and record “Beach Ball” with the the City Surfers, featuring the Bee Gees on background vocals. He then went on to explain how the Byrds ripped off the Beatles not only in their name but by taking the latter’s idea of using folk chords in rock music and - sampling “I Want to Hold Your Hand” to demonstrate - as inspiration for creating folk-rock with songs like “The Water is Wide” and “You Showed Me.”

The Byrd was as enthusiastic as a small child with a new toy when he talked about reconnecting with Crosby and joining forces with Gene Clark, Michael Clarke and Chris Hillman; meeting the Beatles and the Stones in England; and serving as the opening act for Hoyt Axton, whose mother wrote the aforementioned “Heartbreak Hotel,” thus bringing the story full circle.

The set proper closed with McGuinn showing off his substantial lead-guitar chops on a lengthy acoustic rendering of “Eight Miles High,” before he walked off without a word. He walked back on without a word, preceded again by the telltale jangle, and performed “I’ll Feel a Whole Lot Better,” “She Don’t Care about Time” and “May the Road Rise to Meet You” while standing at the off-center mic.

Including parts or all of 30 songs in total, the set and its stories left even the most knowledgable McGuinn fans even more so. And no one left a stranger.

Grade card: Roger McGuinn at Midland Theatre - 8/22/23 - A-

8/23/23

[seconddoubt]

who’s gonna buy me a piano and a pedal steel guitar? need me a sugar daddy or mommy who only requires me to sometimes send recordings of me playing. that’s just a patron i guess. while we’re at it i’m also interested in a harp, a banjo, an electric bass, a double bass, a cello, a saxophone and a custom fender electric guitar

[parisbytaylorswift]

My F-1 Trillion thoughts

TLDR: The slow songs are better, I love Dolly, and most of these did not need to be features

Wrong Ones (Tim McGraw): VERY stadium country. Not totally my thing but I respect it. If this is setting the stage for the rest, I hope the features deliver.

Finer Things (Hank Williams Jr.): Oh. Definitely not my thing. Sounds like a Florida Georgia Line song. That’s not a good thing. Could’ve been a lot better with a more toned-down acoustic production style. I guess this is the pseudo-title track for the album? I like the album title on it’s own but I hope this song isn’t representative of the whole thing.

I had some help (Morgan Wallen): I’ve heard this one before, and yeah, I really don’t like Morgan Wallen. If it hadn’t been a feature, I think I could at least accept this a fun catchy pop-country song. But I really don’t think Posty needed the “help” on this one.

Pour Me a Drink (Blake Shelton): Post’s voice works so well for a country song, I just don’t understand why there’s so many unnecessary features on this album. This could’ve been a solo song is a statement that applies to most all of these. That said, lyrically, it’s a fun blue collar anthem. . . being sung by a The Voice judge. It’s just hard to take Blake Shelton seriously when we tries to do these blue collar anthems, and feels appropriating

Have the Heart (Dolly Parton): DOLLY CAN DO NO WRONG. THIS is a well used feature. Very rhinestone cowboy reminiscent. This is Taylor Swift’s cowboy like me without the criminal activity and with a much more hopeful sound.

What Don’t Belong To Me: FINALLY. A solo track. Post sounds great on these more personal ballad style songs. A great catchy ear worm chorus is a staple of his, and this is that! There’s no mistaking this for a Post Malone song, even with a genre change-up. I like the true to form songwriting style.

Goes without Saying (Brad Paisley): This is a pop song with a banjo. This is gonna be on country radios for a long time, isn’t it? The new unavoidable Brad Paisley song I guess. Not terrible or anything, just okay.

Guy for That (Luke Combs): THIS DIDN’T NEED TO BE A FEATURE!!! More stadium country okayishness.

Nosedive (Lainey Wilson): It sounds good when Post slows down!! The more emotional ballads of this album are the best parts. I can see this being used in a blockbuster romance movie soundtrack based off a Nicholas Sparks book.

Losers (Jelly Roll): 10 years ago this would’ve been used in a Disney movie about middle school bullying. In 2024, teenagers are going to bully sing this AT the losers sitting in the back of football bleachers.

Devil I’ve Been (Ernest): She fixed him! (Really she did!) Unfortunately his friends are still demons.

Never Love You Again (Sierra Ferrell): Slow songs are great!! Do this more!! The slow bass line works great here.

Missin’ You Like This (Luke Combs): Luke Combs again? Really? The slowed down wistful love song is nice here, but really, really, didn’t need to be a feature.

California Sober (Chris Stapleton): Another feature done really well. The harmonizing route with both their voices is great compared to the alternating style on other tracks. Stapleton and Post’s voices are great together, and makes for a really fun sound.

Hide My Gun (HARDY): Again, the slower songs are the best ones here for letting Post really shine for who he is. Also, murder!!!

Right About You: I love a good song title pun (Kacey Musgraves’ Space Cowboy you are beloved), the ‘right/writing about you’ bit here is very appealing. It lands well, and it’s a fun love song about being famous for your heartbreak.

M-E-X-I-C-O (Billy Strings): YEEHAW!!!!!! A ridiculous story song is always fun! Hell yeah man take her daddy’s money and blow it in Vegas and get shot out of chapel alongside Elvis on your way to Mexico!

Yours: Sounds like an early 2000s post-9/11 sad country song to be made with a sad sepia filtered music video. But! I do respect the lyrics and everything Post did with it. There isn;’t really anything wrong with sounding twenty years ago is twenty years ago was good. Just glad this album didn’t get a Toby Keith feature.

[alovelywaytospendanevening]

Revisiting the Charts #3: March 17, 1973 (Billboard Hot 100)

The 1970s was a very musically diverse decade. This edition of Revisiting the Charts takes a look at a weekly top 10 of one of its earlier years. Funk and soul are the dominant genres here, but there's also space for rock and country music.

1. Killing Me Softly with His Song — Roberta Flack Current Spotify stats: 284.234.330 plays

The biggest classic of this list, and for a good reason. Through its poetic lyrics, this song evokes such a singular feeling of melancholy it’s hard to forget. And it still sounds fresh.

2. Dueling Banjos — Eric Weissberg Current Spotify stats: 12.283.442 plays

This song was made famous by and is still mostly associated with the film Deliverance (1972), which isn’t surprising at all, since it’s a number that can sound cool in a scene, but it’s not really strong as an individual music recording.

3. Love Train — O’Jays Current Spotify stats: 212.667.395 plays

The 1970s tackiness is a bit too much on this one, but it’s still an enjoyable listen.

4. Also Sprach Zarathustra (2001) — Deodato Current Spotify stats: 6.633.243 plays

One of those 1970s recordings which remade classical music compositions. It’s an interesting funk-fuelled experiment, and sure, the results are respectable, but I guess it works much better when you’re on a dancefloor.

5. Last Song — Edward Bear Current Spotify stats: 3.687.594 plays

An inoffensive and pleasant enough adult contemporary song. It’s also not very memorable.

6. The Cover of “Rolling Stone” — Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show Current Spotify stats: 46.708.571 plays

A cheeky and even smart satirical song. Its replay value seems rather small, though.

7. Could It Be I’m Falling in Love — The Spinners Current Spotify stats: 54.554.432 plays

I admit I think “I’ll Be Around” is a better song, but this is still a lushly produced and expertly performed example of the Philadelphia soul sound.

8. Neither of Us (Wants to Be the First to Say Goodbye) — Gladys Knight & the Pips Current Spotify stats: 42.253.232 plays

This one is considered a classic, but to be honest, I think there are much better examples of soul ballads from this period. I do understand its popularity, though.

9. Daddy’s Home — Jermaine Jackson Current Spotify stats: 2.156.029 plays

Too much cheesiness, even for this kind of love song.

10. Danny’s Song — Anne Murray Current Spotify stats: 17.183.148 plays

A typical 1970s country pop song. It’s almost great, but there’s something missing. The (very) Loggins lyrics are tolerable, but the melody needed more work.

[caleb-tn]

American Dream

Teaching me moves to dance for tiktok

Jack’ with Coke in her glass

Dad raised me so well

But now i know who Stella MCCartney

She's so good, I don't have a clue

What is she doing with a cowboy like me

MTV on NFL time

Cause her MV will premiere

She's a Jesus friend, I’m a Jewish

Born in the USA

And with hunting I’m stopping , now just shots of love

From New York to L.A.

Living our teenage dreams, make out on plane

She lays down and give me a kiss

You can see me on the cover of Rolling Stones

In big letters saying “She is my American Dream”

And I give her my little golden medals

Making promises to live in farm

Deciding what to do on Saturday night

If dance in a Honky Tonky or dress a Tom Ford tie

Taking her home while we sing along

And she dressed in my jacket

Trying to be her second voice, but she know I’m thick

Maybe I need practice

Her brother have a new boyfriend, her daddy will don’t like

And I agree with my father-in-law, with his daughter on my lap

He doesn't know how naughy she’s behave

She's a Jesus friend, I’m a Jewish

Born in the USA

And with hunting I’m stopping , now just shots of love

From New York to L.A.

Living our teenage dreams, make out on plane

She lays down and give me a kiss

You can see me on the cover of Rolling Stones

In big letters saying “She is my American Dream”

And I give her my little golden medals

Making promises to live in farm

Deciding what to do on Saturday night

If dance in a Honky Tonky or dress a Tom Ford tie

[Banjo solo]

She's a Jesus friend, I’m a Jewish

Born in the USA

And with hunting I’m stopping , now just shots of love

From New York to L.A.

Living our teenage dreams, make out on plane

She lays down and give me a kiss

You can see me on the cover of Rolling Stones

In big letters saying “She is my American Dream”

And I give her my little golden medals

Making promises to live in farm

Deciding what to do on Saturday night

If dance in a Honky Tonky or dress a Tom Ford tie

[eyespolar]

Guardians of the galaxy vol 2 soundtrack where was each song playing in the movie

Peter is a music obsessive and a kid with severe daddy issues, so when his long-lost papa says “Brandy” is about how both father and son need to abandon people they love in order to live their best lives, we laugh because we’re seeing a classic Tarantino-style Hey, maaaan, did you ever really think about this song? monologue, but we also feel the hair on the back of our necks stand up - no truly benevolent sage would use such a killer tune for that kind of questionable purpose. When Ego provides a textual analysis of Looking Glass’s “Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl),” it’s a high point for the film: The humor comes not from gags or references, but from genuine, relatable character beats. Who among us hasn’t felt as though a popular song was speaking directly about our lives? And who among us hasn’t then foolishly taken that song’s lyrics as advice about how to move forward? Guardians 2 presents viewers with that kind of eminently human experience, albeit in a scene co-starring a living planet. Looking Glass, “Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl)” Sure, it’s a little on the nose to play such a religious song just as Ego is humbly admitting to our heroes that he’s a god, but the song’s Wall of Sound production just suits the more-more-more maximalism of Ego’s beautiful home, and Harrison’s yearning pleas - “I really want to know you / I really want to go with you” - perfectly mirror Peter’s paternal longing. What’s the best solo album by a Beatle? To me, it’s no contest: George Harrison’s multidisc All Things Must Pass, which is topped by the incandescent “My Sweet Lord.” While the song got some unexpected airplay in the sixth-season premiere of Girls, it fits much better in Guardians 2, where it cues up as Peter and the other characters arrive at Ego’s planet. Yondo and his goons are no match for Rocket when he’s really feeling himself. The banjo-strumming soundtracks Rocket’s booby traps as he jumps between tree branches, showing off his cunning energy. Rocket’s alone time is interrupted when Yondo and his crew roll in, but the raccoon’s sarcasm fades to playfulness. I’m barely a Southerner, but Glenn Campbell’s groovier cover makes me nostalgic for swatting away mosquitoes on a wraparound porch. He’s listening to “Southern Nights,” a song that bounces with a homegrown appeal. For the first time in this series, we get a glimpse of Rocket in peak joy. What euphoria! When half of the guardians go off to meet Ego, Rocket, and Groot are left alone in the woods to repair their spaceship. Remember the distinct joy of being home alone? Not quite Home Alone home alone, but when the parents were out, leaving only a note and the glee of having an entire space to yourself and your music. Ego is breaking the chain that kept them together! -Nate Jones Credit James Gunn, then, for finding a new classic slo-mo hallway-walk song in Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain.” When Peter, Gamora, and Drax fly off on Ego’s eyeball spaceship, Lindsey Buckingham’s aching vocals invest what could have been a throwaway moment with real tension. What’s the best song to have playing when you walk down a hallway in slow motion? “Papa Was a Rollin’ Stone”? “Sabotage”? “Battle Without Honor or Humanity”? All fine choices, but slightly overused at this point.

James Gunn knows that Baby Groot is his ace in the hole, and pulls it over and over again, but to no better effect than when he gets the tiny twig moving to ELO. I’ve never been more my mother than when I started mimicking his movements with my feet. Blue Sky” while a massive fight scene happens out of focus behind him made me giddy with glee. I must be the exact target audience for Guardians, because watching Baby Groot obliviously bebop around to the tune of Electric Light Orchestra’s “Mr.

That makes the movie’s opening scene, in which the infant tree dances across the screen for the length of almost an entire pop song, a litmus test for how you’ll respond to next two hours of AM radio music cues, dazzling visual effects sequences, family drama subplots, and comedy bits that go the distance and then some. How you feel about Baby Groot is a pretty good indicator for how you’ll feel about the rest of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.

But which one is the best? That’s what we’re here today to discuss. In between the thuddingly obvious music cues of Suicide Squad, and the Sturm und Drang scores of most other comic-book flicks, the Guardians movies have carved out a very specific musical niche, employing a number of fondly (but not over-) remembered radio classics from the 1970s. The Guardians of the Galaxy films don’t look like most other superhero films, and they don’t sound like them, either.

[otherperson12]

Random Band of brothers headcanons pt.1

change my mind

George Luz craves for people acceptance so he jokes with everyone to please them

Bull stay hungry after every army meal (big boy needs big meals) but he keeps sharing of his plate with everyone

Eugene Roe smokes a lot (at least five cigarettes at day, one in every meal)

Frank Perconte hates bugs and is the responsible of keeping the barracks clean (he is obsessive).

Carwood Lipton knows how to knit

Skip, Penkala and Malarkey smokes weed with Chuck and then asks Bull for food

Bill makes the best real italian pasta, he cooks and very well

Bill used to box with his brothers and then with Toye and Liebgott in the army

Dick Winters is a religious baby virging boy (is the mockery of the other officers)

Popeye is skinny but likes to fight (he ends at med bay)

christenson, tipper, chuck and shifty are a choral quartet. (Christenson is a musician, plays piano, guitar and banjo) sometimes Toye joins them

Every time Luz makes a funny comment or something stupid, Martin is like: "what am I doing here...".

Donald Hobbles (my sweet baby boy) is ALWAYS hungry and tries steal food (he is very clumsy)

Sisks, at first, was shocked by blood and all of that but then he understood that is part of war

a large part of the company goes to the brothels together and shares the same whores

Malarkey cooks but doesn’t taste too well and anyone has the heart to not eat it because he is standing with big puppy eyes waiting for everyone to eat his food

Skip is a fucking stealer (takes everything from the poor malarkey)

EVERY TIME that the comapany has their passes Floyd is like: “I’m gonna need more condoms”, Roe gives him five and Tab uses them all

Joe Toye is very ashamed of his lack of education and when no one sees him he practices his reading.

Liebgott took Eugene's scissors to cut the boys' hair. (Doc is like: where I put my fucking sizzuhs…)

Roe takes everything (medical stuff, blankets, extra socks for other, etc) from Perconte and Frank always tries to avoid him

George hates showers (me too, George, me too) so Lip (as the responsible mother she is) has to drag him to the showers like a 7 years old kid

Nixon buys everything for Dick (like a sugar daddy)

No one can beat Toye at arm wrestling (maybe Bull)

EUGENE ROE AND LEWIS NIXON EPIC CHESS GAMES (and george luz is the commentator as if ir were a baseball game)

heffron got his first real binge and bar fight thanks to bill guarnere

[oneforallheadcannonsandshorts]

That anon gave me an idea for a request. How would The First user react of seeing his child after his s/o gave birth and how would he be with his s/o during pregnancy and then how would he be with his baby. Set in an AU where he didn't have to fight AFO also the other users are also alive and react to become uncles and aunts. Hope this isn't too much! I love ur writing! Keep it up!

First User has a child, All One for All users alive AU

Key:

[f/n] = first name

[s/c] = skin color

[h/l] = hair length 

[h/c] = hair color

[e/c] = eye color

A/N: Just to make it easier on myself, I will be referring to the first user as Yuichi. But that is just for this request. Also side note, “Ichi” is the kanji for “one”. Second user will be called Ganji Nishizaka, “Ni” is the kanji for “two”. Third user will be called Wakaba Sans, “San” is the kanji for “three”. Sixth user will be called Okada Roku, “Roku” is the kanji for “six”. 

Possible Manga Spoilers ahead?  

To say that Shigaraki [f/n] is nervous, is an understatement. She’s only been married for nine years to her husband Shigaraki Yuichi and now she is pregnant. And someone people may say that nine years of marriage is the prefect time to be having kids. But [f/n] doesn't think so. Also having a child is a lot of responsibility that not everyone is ready for. 

“Okay little one, how am I going to tell you daddy?” [f/n] wonders to herself as she stands before the mirror of the bathroom. 

“Hey, [f/n] are you okay in there?” Asks her long time friend Shimura Nana. 

“Yeah, be out in a minute.” [f/n] says taking a deep breath. 

[f/n] steps out of the bathroom to see Nana waiting for her in the hall. Nana takes one look at [f/n] before she gasps excitedly. Quickly, [f/n] covers Nana’s mouth. 

“Not a word.” [f/n] snaps in a whisper. 

“Okay, okay.” Nana whispers softly. “How long?”

“About a week. I had been feeling sick and then I went to the doctors early this morning.”

“By yourself?” 

“Yep.” 

“How are you going to tell him?”

“Not sure yet. But just dont say anything okay.” [f/n] begs. 

“Okay.” Nana nods. 

[f/n] smiles softly as she and Nana enter the living room. Yuichi is out with the boys of their friend group; Ganji Nishizaka, Wakaba Sans, Hikage Shinomori, Banjo Daigoro, and Okada Ruko. Apparently it was Daigoro’s idea to have a “guys’ day” and let the girls have time to themselves since they are surrounded by men. And the others agreed since it sounded nice. 

“What do you think the boys are doing?” Nana asks. 

“Probably at a bar.”

“Poor Shinomori then. He’s probably being forced to pretend he’s someone’s man.” 

“You know he enjoys doing that.” [f/n] giggles. 

“Yeah but still. Eventually he’s gonna snap and someone’s going to get sent to the hospital and press charges.” 

“Doubt that. But I get what you’re saying.” 

{A few hours later}

Nana leaves a few minutes before Yuichi returns. Thankfully Yuichi isn’t drunk but there is a huge smile on his face as he sees [f/n]. He wraps his arms around her forcing her into a long hug. 

“And what has gotten into you?”

“Missed you.” He says. 

“Did you?”

“You didnt miss me?” He asks pretending to be hurt.

[f/n] rolls her [e/c] eyes and says, “Of course I did.” 

Yuichi smiles and leans in for a tender kiss. [f/n] smiles into the kiss as she relaxes into his arms. Yuichi slowly pulls away breaking the kiss and stares into [f/n]’s eyes for a moment. 

“So, how was your day with Nana?”

“It was good. We just had tea and talked. What did you boys end up doing.” 

“Daigoro thought it be fun to take us to new club that opened up. We spent about twenty minutes trying to get Roku inside because he didnt look like he was old enough to go in as far as the bouncer was concerned.” Yuichi explains getting [f/n] to laugh. 

“Oh poor Ruko.” [f/n] laughs imagining just how pissed Ruko was and Daigoro, Sans, and Nishizaka laughing their asses off.

“You never did tell me where you went earlier today.” Yuichi says becoming serious. 

“Well, I didnt want to worry you. I went to doctors to figure out what was wrong with me. I should have the tests back by the end of the week.” [f/n] lies trying not to bite her lip. 

She hates lying to her husband. But for now, until she figures out a way to tell him, she is gonna have to. 

{A few days later}

“You still haven’t told him!?” Nana demands over the phone. 

“Nana, quiet down.” [f/n] begs. “It’s not easy. I thought you of all people would understand.” 

“I do. Which is why you should just tell him. You and I both know Yuichi will be happy knowing he is going to be a father.” Nana says. 

“Yeah, yeah I know.” [f/n] sighs. 

“You could always ask Shinomori for advice. I mean that’s how I told my husband I was pregnant by going to him.” Nana explains. 

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” [f/n] nods. 

After ended the call with Nana, [f/n] calls Shinomori. 

“Hello?” His deep voice resonates from the other line. 

“Hey Shinomori, it’s me [f/n]. I need your advice on something.” 

“Sure. What you need?”

“Well...the thing is...”

“You’re pregnant aren’t you?”

“Yeah, been for two weeks now.”

“And you haven’t told Yuichi yet?”

“No, which is why I’m calling you. Nana told me that you helped her tell her husband.” 

“I did. With Yuichi, I think the easiest way to tell him is buy a baby outfit that looks like his favorite hero.” 

“That could work. Thanks, Shinomori.”

“No problem. Happy I could help.”

“Also, I have to know, how are you still not married yet? Seriously you’d make a great husband for someone.” 

“I am aware, but I dont think marriage is for me.”

“I understand that, but when was the last time you went on a date or got laid for that matter.”

“Oh, god now your sounding like Daigoro.”

“Hey that’s a valid question as a cornered friend who sees you as a older brother.” 

“Much appreciated and I do see you as a sister. Good luck telling Yuichi.” 

“Thanks Shinomori.” 

{The next day}

Finding the baby outfit of Yuichi’s favorite hero was easy. Now all she has to put is put in a place he’ll find it. That’s when [f/n] recalls that Yuichi has adult onesie of his favorite hero that he wears every once and while. She finds that onesie and lays it and the baby outfit on the bed. She also adds the test from the doctors to confirm it. With that done, all she needs to do now is wait. 

Yuichi comes home from work a hour later. He greets [f/n] like he normally does with a smile, a kiss, and a hug. After which he heads into the bedroom to change and get comfortable. 

Watching him head into their room, she waits for his reaction. Hearing footsteps she looks to see him come back into the kitchen holding the onesie with tears in his eyes. 

“A-A-Are we really?” 

“We are.” [f/n] nods with a smile. 

Yuichi breaks down into tears as he grabs [f/n] into a hug and swings her around. He laughs while she yelps. He plants a kiss on her lips completely overwhelmed in joy. 

{Telling the others}

“YES!” Daigoro cheers. “More children for us to spoil!” 

“About time.” Nishizaka shrugs. 

“Finally mini Yuichis!” Sans jokes. 

“What about mini [f/n]s?” Asks Roku. 

“You’ll both be great parents.” Shinomori says with a smile. 

“Agreed. Picked our the godparents yet?” Nana asks. 

“Shinomori and you for sure.” [f/n] says.

“HAHA Yes!” Nana cheers. 

“I’d be honored.” 

“Hey a kid can have more than two godparents.” Daigoro says a bit hurt he wasn't chosen. 

“You’re the fun uncle remember?” Asks Ruko.

“Oh right.” Daigoro smiles.  

{During the pregnancy}

[f/n] is surprised how much Yuichi involves himself in the pregnancy. Like, WOW, he is involved. He reads a lot of parenting books and researches tons of baby stuff. He brings up a few things he’s learned with [f/n] to see if she might be willing to try them. It’s a little endearing, but [f/n] doesn’t mind. She knows that he is just excited and nervous. 

Also Yuichi has been handling her hormones, carvings, and mood swings pretty well. Of course, [f/n] can’t help but think he might be venting to Shinomori or Nana’s husband to help get through it. And if he is, well [f/n] can’t blame him. 

There is also the fact that Yuichi has taken over getting the baby’s room ready. They still dont know the gender because they want it to be a surprise. 

“H-Hey, Yuichi can you rub my feet?” [f/n] asks as they sit on the couch. 

“Sure.” Yuichi says moving toward her feet. 

“Thank you.” [f/n] says beginning to fall asleep.

“You’re welcome my love.” Yuichi says leaning to plant a kiss on [f/n]’s cheek. 

{When the baby is born}

Needless to say, [f/n] thought she broke Yuichi’s hand during the birth. However she is pleasantly surprised to find that she didn’t. Of course Yuichi admits that her grip did hurt. Holding their, newly born son, [f/n] tries to hold the tears back. 

Their son has his father’s hair, green eyes, but your [s/c] skin and your mother’s oddly symmetrical freckles.

“What do you want to name him?” [f/n] asks Yuichi. 

“Hmm...Izuku.” Yuichi says. 

“After your grandfather?”

“Yep.” 

“Alright then. Shigaraki Izuku it is.”

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Okay, so I probably should have done this headcannon style, but then I thought, why not try writing it as a short? And once I started I couldn’t stop. Also thank you Anon for this request and I hope you like it. 

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[pahtoosh]

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my library blog

summer celebration (also included below)

〄 mafia!bucky

puffles, Daddy: bucky comes home to find his baby extremely focused on making videogame money. 1.1k words

cozy corner: bucky makes a cozy little spot for his baby. 900 words

an afternoon with Natty and cozy corner thoughts: a day in the life of bucky's baby where natasha babysits you for an evening (plotless fluff). 1.6k words

Banjo needs a Daddy: bucky takes you stuffed animal shopping. 1.1k words

mouthed and dangerous: request! baby is trying to watch finding nemo, but bucky distracts them with tickles and kisses. 460 words

pools and kisses: bucky decides to help his baby get over their fear of the pool. 960 words

the dreaded door: you wait for bucky to finish working. 790 words

mind reader: bucky takes you to the mall and you go nonverbal. 1k words

〄 chef!bucky

soup saturday: you and your favorite chef make a delicious pot of soup. 1k words

mornings and kisses: your daddy gets to sleep in with you. 360 words

baker's convention: bucky takes you to a baker's convention and you get to try new creations from his closest friends. special appearances from natasha, sam, and steve! 1.9k words

〄 lee bodecker

dry: you’ve had a long day at the diner and lee helps you regress at home. 400 words

doctor daddy: lee’s baby is hurting. 980 words

bodaddy: you give lee funny nicknames while he cooks dinner. 420 words

lap, please: you get pouty on a ride home with lee. 550 words

yucky: lee’s baby doesn’t want to take their medicine. 300 words

bunnies and kisses: you become obsessed with bunnies. lee tries his best to be supportive. 1.1k words

dummy: lee takes you to a party to make little friends. while you’re there, things take a turn and names get thrown around. 1.5k words

ducks and baths: request! lee’s little is in babyspace. he plays with you before giving you a bath and a bottle. 780 words

airhead: request! lee takes his frustrations out on you and accidentally calls you something mean. 1.2k words

strugglin’: lee with a little who’s struggling in school. 460 words

in the leaves: you and your daddy love playing in the leaves. 230 words

〄 stucky

my baby: your daddies need to learn how to share. 970 words

too much: you’ve been holding in your stress for far too long. tonight’s party pushes you past your tipping point. 6.7k words

missing baba: request! bucky comes home from a mission to find you and steve in bed already. he falls asleep on the couch. you give your sleeping baba a blankie and a kiss for sweet dreams. 1.1k words

sick dada: your dada gets sick and you don’t handle the situation very well. 900 words

apologies and kisses: steve leaves you and bucky alone for a day and your baba manages to make a mistake worthy of an apology and lots of kisses. 2.2k words

ugly shirts and caffeine crazies: request! bucky and his baby have a disagreement over a shirt. while baby runs away, they manage to drink steve’s coffee. 9.8k words

you’ll always have a place here: you have a bad dream and begin to doubt your daddies’ love for you. 1.1k words

birthday dada: you and baba surprise dada on his special day. 300 words

stinky baby: request! bucky and steve resort to mild tricks and name-calling to get you in the bath. 1k words

clingy baba: a couple times where your baba’s clinginess got the best of him. 600 words

sleeping with the fishes: your daddies take you on a trip to the aquarium. 780 words

baba face: sam gets a stuffed animal for reader that frowns like bucky! things get out of hand when the other avengers join in and buy reader way too many grumpy stuffies. 2.4K words

what’s in a name: the first time you called Bucky “Baba” and Steve “Dada”. 960 words

〄 steve rogers

why leave: steve’s baby doesn’t want him to go(part of the stucky collection!). 180 words

pete pete: steve embarrasses you on a playdate with peter. 400 words

strugglin’: steve with a reader who’s struggling in school. 272 words

〄 lloyd hansen

the greatest form of flattery: lloyd’s little finds a fake mustache. 1.3k words

[sussux-zel]

Angry Birds headcanons bc why not?

1. Red:

-He’s the dad friend, even when he’s only older than the Blues, Stella, Silver, and Bubbles.

-Sings Shakira’s songs in the bathroom.

-He’s a good singer.

-The real chef in the Flock. However, he rarely cooks.

-He snorts like a pig when he laughs too hard. While he finds it embarrassing, the Blues, Chuck, and Silver think it’s hilarious.

-He has a secret crush on Stella. Only Terence and the Blues know it, and not exactly because Red told them.

2. The Blues:

-Everyone in the Flock takes the role of a family member for them: Bomb, Mighty Eagle, Hal, and Terence are the uncles; Stella is the aunt/cousin; Chuck, Silver, and Bubbles take the role of their siblings; Matilda is SO their mother and, surprisingly or not, they consider Red the closest thing of a father.

-Jim is pretty good at reading feelings.

-This is dumb, but sometimes I consider Jay, Jake, and Jim as the short version of Jason, Jacob, and James. The boys are not fond of their full names, and the Flock only uses them when they are extremely pissed at them.

-Jay is the overprotective brother. Being the oldest of the triplets sometimes gets deep into his head and he usually tends to put himself in front of Jake and Jim when they are in danger.

-Jake and Jim appreciate that, although they also remind Jay that they must protect each other regardless of birth order.

-When Jay or Jim have nightmares, they would move closer to Jake, who can handle nightmares better than his brothers.

3. Chuck:

- “Guys or girls?” Both. Both are good.

-Listens to Freddie Mercury all the time. He already knows almost all the songs, and his favorite is “Don’t stop me now”.

-He needs his beauty sleep. Otherwise, he might kill you with his morning face.

-Can’t handle scary movies. But really loves comedy and drama.

-Chuck believes that he’s the second in command in the Flock. While the rest usually tell him that the role is occupied by Matilda or Bomb, Red actually considers him as his right hand. Both of them discuss the plans for rescuing the eggs and when the cardinal is not available, he trusts Chuck to be the leader. They are besties, your honor.

-He and Silver cannot be left alone, or the slingshot disappears.

4. Bomb:

-Listen: he would kill for ice cream.

-Loves to read comics and Sci-Fi books.

-Sometimes is the voice of reason. Sometimes he’s so done with everything and just EXPLODES.

-This boy is so in love with Matilda, but he’s too shy to tell her. That’s why he left her flowers signed by “Anonymous”. All the Flock knows about his crush, including her.

-He has a white mug with “World’s best and coolest uncle” written in it. The Blues gave it to him and he cried for a week after receiving it.

-He’s actually pretty smart.

5. Matilda.

-She likes Bomb and is aware of his feelings for her. She’s just waiting for the best moment to tell him her secret.

-She’s not a bad cooker. The “Cordon Bleugh!” occurred before she decided to take cooking lessons and become almost as good as Red.

-Sweet food is her strong point. She’s in charge of the birthdays’ cakes, especially Bomb’s and the Blues’.

-Also excellent at reading feelings.

-The Flock secretly refers to her as MomTilda. When she found it, she was so flattered and almost drowned Jay in tears while she was bathing him.

-Usually takes paint lessons on the internet. She founds painting being therapeutic.

6. Terence.

-I don’t care what Rovio says: he and Red are related. Period. And, like Jay, he’s an overprotective older sibling. However, he knows Red’s an adult and is mature enough to take care of himself. Terry is silently proud of him.

-He’s the quiet guy who can actually write poetry that leaves everyone crying.

-The oldest of the Flock.

-Can and will prank Chuck and blame the Blues for that. On special occasions, both parts would join forces and make fun of the canary.

-He thinks Matilda is beautiful, and he used to have a little crush of her (only Red knew). Nowadays, he only sees her as a good friend.

-Actually gets on well with Silver, even though they are opposites.

7. Bubbles:

-Sweet, little cinnamon roll that will kill you if you eat his candy.

-Besties with Hal, despite the age difference.

-He doesn’t talk too much, mainly because he doesn’t find it necessary. However, he can establish a conversation with Hal and Stella when he’s in the mood.

-He’s afraid of storms, especially when those occur at night. As a result, he jumps into the Blues’s nest

-He understands the reason of the Flock to fight the birds, but that doesn’t mean he is 100% okay with it. Bubbles does not have any personal problems with the pigs and often enjoys their company when there aren’t eggs or adult birds involved. More or less: don’t steal the eggs, get Bubbles as a friend.

-Regardless of his age, Bubbles can be trusted to be alone with the eggs.

8. Hal:

-Latino!Hal. Still thinking if he’s Mexican or Colombian.

-He’s the least angry bird of all, including the children.

-Instrument master. He’s particularly good with the banjo and the guitar.

-Hal is kind of a loner, although he’s such a nice bird who can be friends with anyone if desired.

-Despite their different personalities, he gets on well with Red and Terence. Both cardinals find comfortable to talk or do different activities with the emerald toucan.

-He can act rather clumsy at first sight, but when you know him, you would be surprised he’s extremely wise and acts as the voice of reason of the team. Someone needs to have the brain cell.

9. Stella:

-The best singer of all the Flock.

-She’s another prankster, and her victim is always Chuck and his feathers (the Blues and Silver are so proud of her).

- “Guys or girls?”. Both. Both are good x2.

-She reciprocates Red’s feelings, but it is not on her plans telling him about it. The bad thing about it is that he’s better hiding his crush, so she’s the one who is a disaster about it. Once, Matilda was guessing who would be her couple for Valentine’s Day and Stella blushed and ran away when the chicken mentioned the cardinal. Oh! And the worst thing about it was that the Blues and Luca (who Stella was babysitting) were hiding during all the time in the nearest tree. The following days when the cardinal and the galah were alone together, Jay and Jake would say “Hi, momma!” and “Hi, daddy!”, while Jim and Luca were a giggling mess. Both adults were totally embarrassed to look at each other at the eyes.

-She can and will beat you at Just Dance.

-I don’t like Chuck and Stella as a couple. Instead, I see them as besties who flirt with the other as a joke and gives them advice for getting their crushes. Additionally, these two love extreme sports and always do dangerous things while Matilda is screaming.

10. Silver:

-She lives for making Red angry with funny faces and piggy sounds.

-Would like to know more about Terence. She finds the big guy mysterious. And she loves mysteries!

-Discusses comics with Bomb. She likes Marvel. He likes DC. It's kind of funny watching them fighting about it.

-Loves thriller and suspense stories in campings and dies for S'mores.

-Don't consider her dumb. When the pigs least expect it, she had already kicked them and destroyed everything before leaving with the eggs and the next plan for stealing them.

-Likes to build fast things.

[onedirectiontwoways]

In celebration of the fact that school got out, and I survived this year, I’m bringing you my final overheard of this school year. Hope you like it...

“I barely had anything for lunch today. I only brought one lunch bag. I forgot my other one at home.”

“Why can’t you all be normal?”

“How do people wake up so early in the morning? I went to sleep at 22:30 last night, and woke up at 6:00 this morning. I could barely open my eyes!”

“Why are we outside? The wind is strong enough to knock over a toddler!”

“(My tennis coaches name)! (Teammate) wants your hat.” “What?” “I just. I can’t explain it. I don’t want the entire hat. Just the logo.” “WHY?”

“Umm. This is the correct way to wear masks. These are the incorrect way to wear them. I don’t know who wears their mask on their forehead, but it’s apparently an incorrect way to wear them.”

"Oh look! An airplane!" "Umm. There's no airplanes..." "Yeah there is. Look! There's actually two!" "I don't see any airplanes..." "I swear there's an airplane!" "I mean this in the nicest way, but what did you take this morning?" "Nothing! I swear!"

"I'm going to melt."

"All they told me my entire life was that I'd be nothing. Well look at me. I'm going to be a high school drop out!"

"You are a ********, who's going to be working the nightshift at some convenience store!" "Yeah! You tell him (Classmate)!"

*While playing 20 questions* "I got it! You're a clown!" "Close. What type of clown?" "There's different types of clowns?"

"Can we go outside to study?" "No." "Wow! This place really is a prison."

*When walking back from tennis* "You look dead."

"My daughter came home from track practice yesterday. You could see where her mask was sitting, because her face was burnt around her mask. Don't be her. Wear your sunscreen."

"(My tennis coaches name) it's so hot out today!" "We still have to have practice." "Would you let us all go back inside if somebody passed out?" "Probably." "Okay. Who's taking one for the team?"

“Hey (My band teachers name)! Do you have any balloons?” “Yeah. They’re in my lunch bag next to the mustard.” “Okay! Thanks!” *A few seconds later* “Wait. That doesn’t make sense.” “Yeah. That’s because i don’t have any. Why do you even need a balloon?” “I heard if you put it in the soundhole of a guitar, it’ll sound like a banjo. I don’t know if it actually works because I’ve never been daring enough to try it, but now I kind of want to.”

"So those are all the key signitures you should learn for your final. Of course, most of you just create your own key signitures. But these are the ones you should use."

"If you don't stop messing around (classmate), then I'm going to call your step-father." "Who? Step daddy Dave?" "Yes! I'm going to call step daddy Dave!"

"A great quote for today is: Fuck this. I'm done."

And there's this years last overheard. I always feel so creepy when I do these. Like, I'll hear something, and just start rapidly typing on my phone or computer just to make sure I don't forget to write it down. Also, I've been out of school for about a week, but I honestly kind of forgot about this. So yeah. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

[come-to-the-opera-with-me]

Tore up the restraining order

I don't care I'm coming over

What your daddy said isn't going over too well

Don't you know not to kiss and tell?

Mother said "She's my brothers daughter,"

And I don't even know who's my father

I guess she's my cousin

But she needs some sweet loving anyway!

- Banjo Odyssey by The Dead South

[blissfulalchemist]

♫♫ + cat, ♫♫ + tia, ♫♫ + stasia xx

Thank you Stella! (✿◠‿◠)

Stasia

🎵 “Natural” by Imagine Dragons

That's the price you pay/Leave behind your heart and cast away/Just another product of today/Rather be the hunter than the prey/And you're standing on the edge face up/'Cause you're a natural/A beating heart of stone/You gotta be so cold/To make it in this world/Yeah, you're a natural/Living your life cutthroat/You gotta be so cold/Yeah, you're a natural

🎵”Lilith” by Ellise

Face like an angel/But she's far from that/She makes up her own rules/She never looks back/She does as she pleases/She knows that you need it/Make you cry, no point in hiding/She loves the sight, fear in your eyes

Tia

🎵 “Haven” by We Banjo 3

Lay down your weapons, lay down with me/We will stare at the stars and think what life could be/Island of memories we'll leave them where they lie/Could we make the choice for love and joy/The moonlight's a path we can travel down/River runs wild with what has gone before/Cast aside for new and more and more and more and more and more and more

🎵 “Sleep on the Floor” by The Lumineers

Pack yourself a toothbrush dear/Pack yourself a favorite blouse/Take a withdrawal slip/Take all of your savings out/'Cause if we don't leave this town/We might never make it out/I was not born to drown/Baby come on

Catlina

🎵 “Unsteady” by X Ambassadors

Mama, come here/Approach, appear/Daddy, I'm alone/'Cause this house don't feel like home/If you love me, don't let go/Whoa, if you love me, don't let go

🎵 “Lamento della Ninfa” by Monteverdi

Non avea Febo ancora/recato al mondo il dì,/ch’una donzella fuora/del proprio albergo uscì./Sul pallidetto volto/scorgeasi il suo dolor:/spesso le venia sciolto/un gran sospir dal cor./Sì calpestando fiori,/errava or qua or là,/i suoi perduti amori/così piangendo va.

Phoebus had not yet/returned daylight to the world/when a young maiden/stepped out of her dwelling./Her grief was written/upon her pale features:/frequent were the sighs that came/from deep within her heart./Yes, crushing the flowers beneath her feet,/she wandered this way and that,/and mournfully wept/thus over her lost love.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Dog Days 2

Pairing: Single Dad!Tom Holland x Vet Reader

Part One

Masterlist

Requests are CLOSED

And maybe they did date.

Or they would’ve, if Tom didn’t have the courage of an inchworm.

“This was really fun.” You said sincerely as you pulled up to your house. “I had a nice time.”

You had finished your ice cream, battled over who would pay the check, and gotten a ride home from Tom. He insisted on doing it, despite you saying you could just hail a cab, in order to pay you back for taking care of the check. Tom pulled up to your cozy home and saw Banjo jumping up and down in front of the window. Your shutters were pained a different color around every window and you had a rainbow of flowers on your front lawn. Big yellow sunflowers sprouted from the ground and stared bodily at the pale London sun. Tom smiled at the thought of you planting those flowers. Your house was cute, and uniquely you, but something about it or a bad taste in Toms mouth. It wasn’t in the nicest of neighborhoods, and it wasn’t nearly big enough to hold all the colorful dresses and coats Tom imagined you had. It was entirely too small for someone with such a big personality. He knew then why he didn’t like your house.

It was because it wasn’t a castle.

As far as Tom was concerned, you were a Queen, and you deserved a palace.

“I like your house.” Tom lied.

“I don’t.” You laughed. “It’s always cold. And look at my poor sunflowers. They’re so beautiful but they never see the sun.”

Tom was busy thinking the exact same thing about you.

Tom frowned to himself. He had the opposite of your problem. His large estate was only inhabited by him and his son. It was a lonely house, much to big for just to two of them. The walls echoed and there was a sad creek in the floors. The dull walls and monochrome decorations only added to the sad demeanor of the house. It needed some color, Tom decided then. He looked curiously at you, in your bright yellow dress and glossy hair, cheeks pink from the nippy London air. You were the color Tom was looking for.

You noticed Tom looking at you and have him a shy smile. You leaned in a little and brushed some hair off your face. He knew what he needed to do. He knew what he should do. This was the part where he asked for your number, and maybe, just maybe, went in for the kiss. A kiss on the cheek, of course. You looked at Tom expectantly, knowing just as well as he did where this was going. You were right there. All he had to do was lean in. Everything in him wanted to do it. He was drawn to you like a magnet.

“Can I get your-“ Tom began. You raised your eyebrows, giving him an encouraging smile that urged him to go on. But in that moment, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t ask for your number. He couldn’t kiss you. He couldn’t go after the girl of his dreams. He was too scared. He was 29 years old, and scared of girls. He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Can I get your door?”

“Of course you- what?” You stuttered. Your door? He wanted to open your door?

“Your door.” Tom repeated, making as if that’s what he meant to say all along, when in reality he was dying to get your number in his phone so he could memorize every digit. “Allow me to open it for you.”

Tom got out of the car, and started silently yelling at himself for chickening out. He took his time walking around the car, hoping his embarrassed flush would leave his face by the time he got to your door. You looked back at Lucas, who was shaking his head in disdain.

“And he says I’m shy.” Lucas rolled his eyes and slapped a tiny hand to his forehead, making you giggle. He had built up quite the personality in his five years on the earth.

“Well I like you just the way you are.” You said as you reached back and poked his tummy. “And I like your daddy too. But don’t tell him. That’s our little secret.” You held a finger to your lips. Lucas mimicked your action and bounced in his car seat.

“My daddy likes you a lot.” Lucas said with childlike excitement. “He was fixing his hair for two hours and sprayed himself with cold lone.”

“You mean cologne.” You corrected him.

“What’s this about cologne?” Tom asked as he opened your door. He’d taken a minute to compose himself, as well as berate himself for not asking for your number.

“I was just telling Lucas how vets have to collect perfume from the girl bees and cologne from the boys bees every morning.” You explained as you got out of the car.

“That’s how flowers get their scent.” Lucas said confidently. You looked back at him in surprise and he held a finger to his lips. You gave him a proud smile and shot him a wink.

“That’s right Lucas.” You chirped. You were out of the car now, accidentally pressing up against Tom as he was stood directly next to the door.

“Sorry about that.” You said shyly as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The pesky London wind blew it right back into your face.

“No apology needed for a pretty lady in my personal space.” Tom said suavely, slowing getting his groove back. He even went as far as tucking your hair behind your ear. He messed up in getting your number, but he still had a chance to kiss you. The cards were in his favor. He was about to make the jump from patient to something more. He just needed to bring it home. “I’d even say you’re welcome in my personal space anytime you’d like.”

“Lucky for you, I quite like it here.” You quipped. You were really giving Tom a run for his money.

“Maybe you should be in my personal space more often.” He said lowly. You smirked, liking his newfound confidence.

“Maybe I should.” You said as you slowly leaned in.

This was it. This was his chance to kiss you.

“Could I, perchance,” Tom started to say. He shut his eyes tightly and shook his head. Perchance? Perchance? “Could I…” He trailed off, freezing once again.

“Yes?” You asked, silently begging him with your eyes to go on.

“Could I walk you to your door?” He blurted. You blinked in surprise.

“Sure.” You smiled tightly in disappointment. He didn’t feel the same. He just wanted to leave.

You and Tom walked silently to your front door, the only sounds coming from Banjos crescendoing barking.

“Y/n, I need to tell you something.” Tom said when you got to your front door.

“Is it that you have a thing for doors?” You asked in halfhearted sarcasm.

“Yes.” Tom stated. He shut his eyes again. “I mean, no. I don’t. I just-could you just do me a favor?”

“Anything.” You said.

“Could you,” be patient with me and give me another chance? “Could you have yourself a good night?”

That’s it. That was what he said to the girl of his dreams.

“What?” You asked, almost annoyed know at his sudden disposition towards you.

“I said what I said.” Tom said meekly. He wanted to die right there.

“Is it what you wanted to say?” You asked, giving him a second chance.

“Yes?” Tom asked after a long moments hesitation. It came out as more of a question. He saw the disappointment pool in and fill yours eyes.

“Then you have a good night too, Mr. Holland.” You said in a way that made Tom realize he blew it. Utterly blew it. You hadn’t even called him Tom. He was reduced to Mr. Holland, just another patient. “Good luck with Tessa.”

You walked inside your house without another word. Tom stayed on your porch for a moment, wallowing in self pity and wondering if it was worth it to knock and apologize. He didn’t hear Banjo barking anymore, and figured you had taken him inside. Tom felt like an idiot. He literally let you walk out of his life. He practically drove you out. He went back to his car with his head hung in defeat. He got in, gave your house one last look, and pulled away.

“Daddy!” Lucas exclaimed and threw his hands in the air. “What are you doing?”

Tom looked at his son in the rear view mirror and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What do you mean, buddy?”

“The prince always kisses the princess.” Lucas explained, annoyed that his father didn’t know that. “You were supposed to kiss Dr. L/n.”

“Why did you want me to kiss Dr. L/n?” Tom asked.

“So she can become a queen. And you would be the king and I would be the prince and Tessa would be our royal pet,” Lucas smiled as he rambled about his fantasy story, “and we would all live together. As a family.”

Tom gulped, not expecting to have this conversation so soon in his sons life.

“We’re already are family, buddy.” Tom responded in the only way he could.

“No we’re not.” Lucas shook his head. “A family needs a daddy and a mommy.”

“That’s not true.” Tom said decisively. “That’s not true at all. Your friend Marcus doesn’t have a mommy and he and his father are just as much as a family as anyone else. Not every family needs a mommy and a daddy.”

“But I want a mommy.” Lucas said sadly.

“You do?” Tom said with a dry mouth. He would give his son the world if he could. But this was the one thing just out of reach.

“Everyone else has one.” Lucas went on. “I want one too. Peters mom always packs him cookies and Ned’s mom bakes really good cupcakes.”

“I can bake cupcakes.” Tom defended.

“Your cupcakes are rubbish.” Lucas whined.

“Hey! You just lost TV time for the night.” Tom said sternly.

“Fine.” Lucas grumbled. He folded his little arms and stared out the window. After a while, he said softly, “I want Dr. L/n to be my mommy.”

“It doesn’t work like that, buddy.” Tom sighed. “It’s really complicated for adults.”

“I don’t like adults.” Lucas mumbled as he toyed with the pin you gave him. “When are we gonna see her again?”

“I don’t know if we will.” Tom said, his voice thick with disappointment. “Dr. Russo is our vet, not Dr. L/n. She was just filling in for him.”

“But I like Dr. L/n.” Lucas complained.

“I know, buddy. I do too.” Tom said.

“Then why didn’t you kiss her?” Lucas asked.

“I don’t know why.” Tom said honestly. “I guess I got scared.”

“Maybe you need to be brave, Daddy.” Lucas repeated your words to him. Tom looked at him in the mirror again and sighed. Lucas was right. He should’ve been brave. As your house got further and further away, Tom wished he had gotten that advice sooner.

Two weeks later, Banjo was being a brat.

“Dude, I just let you out.” You said to your ever so demanding dog.

Banjo stared at you while wagging his short tail, his open mouth making it look like he was smiling at you.

“Don’t use that tone of with me, young man.” You pointed at him menacingly. He continued to wag his tail and gave out a soft bark.

“What did you just say to me?” You gasped.

Banjo plopped on the ground and gave you puppy dog eyes.

“Fine. I’ll take you to the park. But you better fix your attitude by the time we get there.” You put Banjos collar around his neck and hooked it to his leash. You opened the door and Banjo took one step forward, standing in the middle of the threshold. He stood there for a minute, just sniffing the air, before you kicked his tushie and made him go.

Banjo was a pretty antisocial dog. He didn’t like to interact with the other dogs at the park. So when a familiar stafiture bull terrier trotted up to you, you were surprised to see Banjo pulling on his leash to get closer to her.

“Tessa?” You asked, bending down to see the dog. She took a seat in front of you with a heavy plop. Upon closer inspection, you confirmed it was Tessa. She looked much healthier, and it made your heart glow.

“What are you doing here, pretty girl?” You asked as you scratched behind her ears and looked around. Tom and Lucas were nowhere to be found. You suddenly noticed a folded piece of paper sticking out of Tessa’s bright pink collar.

“You got something for me?” You asked her with a coy smile. You took the note out and opened in. On the front was a half colored in drawing of a dinosaur. On the back, in sloppy, unmistakable five year old handwriting, it said:

“Will u be my girlfrend?”

“Aw, Tessa.” You smiled to yourself as you fan your finger over the red crayon letters. “I’m flattered but I think I have feelings for someone else. And just for future reference, there’s an “i” in “girlfriend.” Just so you know.”

Just as Banjo and Tessa were beginning to sniff each other, you heard your name from behind you.

“Dr. L/n! Did you get the note?” Lucas burst into your view with a red face from running. He was panting, most likely from being chased. You could practically see the steam coming off his little red sneakers.

“Hey, Lucas.” You said happily, not having expected to see the boy again. You took out a napkin from your purse and gently dabbed at the sweat on his forehead. When he finally caught his breath, he gave you a gap toothed smile.

“Did you get the note?” He asked again. Before you could answer, you heard more fast paced foot steps behind you.

“Lucas, what did I say about running away from me? And how many times have I told you not to talk to strangers?” Tom said sternly as he walked up to his son. He took Lucas’s hand and went to pull him away before he noticed you. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw who his son was talking to.

You.

You of all people. He hadn’t seen you since the ice cream date, despite going to the vet twice for Tessa glucose curves. He had hoped to run into you, wishing for a chance to apologize. But your paths never crossed, until now.

“Hey stranger.” You teased, standing up to fully greet Tom. You weren’t one to hold grudges. Yea, you were upset with the way the date ended. But he was too cute not to forgive. He looked flustered and at a loss for words, but even more so happy to see you.

“Dr. L/n! I mean, uh, Y/n. Um, Hey.” He stammered as he ran his fingers through his hair and gave it a stressful tug. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just taking Banjo here on a walk around the park before his big ballet recital tomorrow.” You replied as nodded over at Banjo. Banjo was a big fat corgi with a heart of gold. Lucas giggled at your comment and bent down to pet Banjos head. Banjo immediately warmed up to Lucas and licked his face with glee. You smiled at the sweet interaction.

“How’s it uh, how’s it going?” Tom continued. Something about you always managed to turn Toms brain to putty. He couldn’t even think straight. Once again, you looked at radiant as the sun in your maroon dress and grey coat. The colors complimented you so well and you looked so pretty that Tom almost had to stop himself from taking a picture.

“It’s going pretty good. But, uh, I think your dog just asked me out.” You said as you handed Tom the note. Tom looked at you strangely before accepting the note. He unfolded it and immediately recognized his sons handwriting. The tips of his ears turned the same shade as the red crayon. Somehow, at 29 years old, Tom was still getting flustered around pretty girls. Despite the London chill, Tom felt uncomfortable hot.

“Listen, Y/n…” he began. This was just his luck. He was finally getting a second chance with you and Tessa beat him to it.

“No, it’s totally fine.” You smiled assuringly. “I don’t mind that she asked me out. I always have a problem with my patients falling in love with me.” You laughed lightly. Tom gave you a thankful smile for always making light of an awkward situation. You looked at Lucas and sighed dramatically. “The giraffe I gave a neck brace to last week will not stop calling me.”

“My daddy wants to take you on a another date.” Lucas stood up and said proudly. He looked between you and Tom with an innocent smile.

“Does he now?” You asked Lucas, before looking expectingly at Tom. “Doesn’t really seem like it from the way he acted after our last one.” You teased, with a little truth behind your words. Tom had a red face and wide eyes as he pulled Lucas close to him and held him there firmly.

“Kids say the darndest things.” Tom chucked awkwardly before giving Lucas that “you’re in trouble, mister” look.

“But you said on the phone with Uncle Harry that you wanted to ask out the pretty vet but you-“ Lucas tried to explain.

“Ah ah ah.” Tom put a hand over Lucas’s mouth and gave you an embarrassed smile. The rest of Lucas’s declaration came out in muffled grunts. You laughed at the sight in front of you and toyed with Banjos leash.

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Tom lied, making a metal note not to talk to Harry about his love life until after Lucas fell asleep.

“You know,” you said suddenly as you tapped a finger on your chin, “you remind me of a patient I once had.”

“I do?” Tom asked.

“We called him the Cowardly Lion.” You folded your arms and gave Tom a pointed look. He gave you a sarcastic smile.

“Mhmh hrum hhe mizard ofh mz?” Lucas asked, still muffled by Toms hands. Tom quickly took his hand off his sons mouth. Lucas took a dramatic breath before repeating, “Like from the wizard of oz?”

“That’s exactly who it was. He had to come see me because he tried on the ruby slippers and twisted his ankle.” You shook your head at the false memory. Lucas listened with amazement. “Anyway, your dad is a lot like him.”

“Really?” Lucas asked. “Do you wear high heels daddy?”

“No!” Tom exclaimed before clearing his throat. “I mean, no.” He said calmly.

“Then how are you like the cowardly lion?” Lucas looked back to you for an answer. Tom looked at you too as if he had the same questions.

“Remember when I gave you that lady bug pin and I told you to be brave, Lucas?” You asked the boy.

“Yep.” Lucas said. He pointed to the pin that he proudly wore on his shirt, like a badge of honor. Tom loved it too, wishing he had his own momento of you.

“Well I think your daddy need to borrow it, so that he can be brave too.” You replied.

Lucas looked down at his pin thoughtfully. He didn’t want to part with it. This was the biggest crossroad he’d ever come to in his five years on this earth. Lucas needed the pin. It was his superpower. But, his dad did always taught him to do the right thing and help others. And so, Lucas undid the pin and held it up to his father. Tom watched his son in awe. Lucas loved that pin with all the love in his little five year old body. He never took it off, even insisting Tom pinned it to his pajamas at night. Of course, Tom would sneak into Lucas room after he fell asleep to take it off so the pin didn’t print him, but Lucas didn’t know that. He even kept it next to the tub when he was in the bath just so he wouldn’t be too far from it. And here we was, willingly parting with it for the first time since he received it just to help his dad. Tom carefully took the pin from his son.

“Thanks buddy.” Tom said softly. He knew in that moment that he had raised Lucas just fine on his own. He pinned the pin to his shirt, hands fumbling a bit from the nerves of being in your presence.

“Here.” You laughed a little at his clumsiness. “Let me help.”

You reached out and fastened to pin to Toms shirt. It was the closest he’d ever been to you, topping that time at in your office. He watched your face carefully, trying to memorize every line and curve. You were even more spectacular up close. He’d never seen you wear your hair the way you had it that day, though technically this was only your third encounter. But it was down and fell perfectly around your face, like a hand carved frame around a priceless work of art. You bit your lip as you also struggled with the pin.

“I’m not good at this.” You laughed, referring to the pin. The tiny clasp made it difficult to fasten to his shirt. Finally, you got it on.

“Im not good at this either.” Tom breathed out. No fear. Be brave. “Any of this. That’s what I was trying to tell you. I wanted to ask for your number, and take you on another date. And I wanted to ki-“ Tom looked at Lucas. “I wanted to k-i-s-s you-“

“I can spell.” Lucas muttered.

“-I really, really wanted too. I swear.” Tom confessed, making you smile at his honesty.

“Then why didn’t you? You kinda left me hanging there.” You told him, still a little hurt by the memory.

“I know. And I’m really sorry. It’s just, I’m really bad at this.” He gestured between the two of you. “Like, really bad. I’m so far out of the game. I literally have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Nobody knows what they’re doing. That’s why being with someone is called having a partner. You figure it out together.” You assured him.

“But you deserve a guy who knows what he’s doing.” Tom said, still pouring out the honesty.

“Look at Lucas.” You turned Tom by his shoulders and pointed to Lucas, who was picking flowers and arranging them in Tessa’s collar. “That kid being the way he is tells me you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re being two parents to him. That’s a lot to ask as it is. So if you haven’t taken the time to date and got a little rusty, that’s perfectly okay. And if you want to get back in the game now, that’s perfectly okay too.”

“I don’t want to get back in the game.” Tom said firmly. “I just want you.”

“Thank you.” You said coyly.

“For what?” Tom wondered.

“For finally being honest with me.” You answered. “That was really brave of you to say.”

“I had a little help.” Tom pointed to his pin with a proud smile.

“In that case,” you smiled softly, “I’ll be needing that back.” You took the note from Toms hands and squatted down to Tessa. “Thank you for the offer, but Tom and I have been playing cat and mouse for a few weeks now, and the only time I like cats and mice are when I’m getting paid for treating them.”

“Does that mean…” Tom began.

“That was my elaborate way of telling you yes, I will be your girlfriend.” You nodded happily.

“Oh Thank God.” Tom sighed a breath of relief. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you said no.”

“As if I’d ever say no to you.” You straightened his jacket and brushed his shoulder. “I have been thinking about you non stop from the moment I took your dogs blood sugar.”

“I think about you all the time too. Would you want to go on another date? Maybe just the two of us this time?” Tom asked, confidently this time. You smiled proudly at him.

“I would love too.”

And maybe they did a little more than date.

“Y/n, your family’s here.” Your coworker called from the front desk. You curiously came out of your office as Tom, Lucas, and Tessa came bounding into the Vet office.

“Mommy!” Lucas squealed and ran into your arms.

“Hey, lovebug.” You scooped him up and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

“There’s my pretty girl!” You cooed to Tessa and you scratched her chin.

“And there’s my pretty girl.” Tom said suavely as he kissed you on the lips.

“Well hello to you too, handsome.” You kissed Tom again. “What do I owe the pleasure?”

“Tessa is sick and we only trust her with you.” Tom said in a weird way. You eyed him carefully.

“She’s sick? Come into my office.” You motioned for them to follow you and walked towards your office.

You walked into your examine room, dragging your fingertips along the gold plaque next to your office labeled “Dr. Holland.”

“We have to make this fast. I have 101 dalmatians in the next room who all need vaccinations.” You said as you hoisted Tessa onto the table.

“Just look at her. She has something stuck to her fur.” Tom bit his lip in excitement.

“That sounds more like you need a groomer.” You stopped looking at Tessa and looked up at Tom.

“Please, just take a look?” Tom begged. “It’ll only be a second.”

“Alright. But if I get 101 letters of complaint, I’m blaming you.” You said as you began to examine Tessa. Her left side was perfectly fine. On her ride side, you felt something hard and plastic. “I think I found it.” You grunted as you struggled to turn Tessa over. She was a stubborn dog, like her daddy. You finally managed to get her on her side and took a further inspection to her fur.

“Do you see anything?” Tom asked, bouncing on his heels now.

“It looks like tape, but there’s something stuck in it. Let me try to remove it.” You grabbed a washcloth and held it under the warm water for a minute. Once it was ready, you held it to the tape and let it melt the glue on the tape. After a minute or two, the tape came off, along with a little white stick.

“What’s that?” Tom squeaked. He was a professional actor, but could not keep a straight face in this moment. This was far too important of a moment.

“I don’t know.” You said before turning it over, ”it looks like a…pregnancy test?”

“I’m pregnant.” Tom nearly burst with excitement. You snapped your attention to your bumbling husband.

“You’re what?” Your jaw dropped.

“I mean, you’re pregnant. We’re pregnant.” Tom exclaimed. “Tessa is also pregnant but that didn’t seem as important.” Tom rambled. “Also, I think Banjo needs to be neutered.”

“Did you stick tape to our dog to tell me I’m pregnant?” You asked slowly.

“Yes.” Tom said immediately and then pointed at Lucas. “It was his idea.”

“Don’t blame me! I can’t even read!” Lucas protested.

“I’m not mad. This is just a prime example of there being three brain cells between the three of you, and Tessa has all of them.” You laughed.

“You’re not mad?” Tom asked hopefully.

“How could I be?” You asked.

“We just hadn’t talked about starting a family so soon and don’t know how you feel about more kids and oh you’re kissing me.” Toms last words were muffled by your lips on his. You pulled away after Lucas let out a “yuck!” and smiled at Tom with tears in your eyes.

“Tom, we have been a family since the day you walked through my door with your adorable son and diabetic dog, who by the grace of God have now become my adorable son and diabetic dog. I’m not mad at all. I’m ecstatic. I’m elated. I’m thrilled. I’m…I’m.” You fanned your hands in search of a word worthy of being used to describe your emotions. Tom, always your missing piece, picked up where you left off.

“Pregnant?” He asked, eyes reddening with emotion.

“That’s the word.” You said as a tear escaped your eye. Tom placed a gentle hand on your tummy.

“We’re really having a baby.” Tom whispered in disbelief. “There’s a baby in your tummy and it’s ours.”

Too emotional to speak, you pulled Tom into a tender kissed as your thumb brushed away his tears.

“Is the baby in your tummy because you ate it?” Lucas broke up the emotional moment with his innocent question.

You and Tom contemplated your answer for a moment before responding.

“Yes?” You replied.

“Then I’m pregnant with a crayon.” Lucas sighed. Everyone in the room was silent for a moment.

“Lucas, we’re gonna talk about that later…” Tom said and you nodded. “Right now we’re talking about how mommy is having a baby.” Tom said as he bent down to Lucas’s height.

“But I’m your baby.” Lucas said a little sadly.

“Yes. You are.” You assured him with a kind smile. “And nothing could ever change that. But this baby is going to be your brother or sister, like your Uncle Harry is to daddy.”

“I’m getting my own Uncle Harry?” Lucas lit up.

“Yep.” You confirmed.

“And my own Uncle Sam and Uncle Paddy?” He asked excitedly.

“Maybe one day.” You laughed. “But right now, we’re just having one baby. And our family is going to grow. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for you anymore.”

“When will the baby be here?” Lucas wondered.

“Nine months.” You responded.

“Ugh.” Lucas stamped his foot. “Packages always take so long to come.”

“But we can promise this package will be worth the wait.” Tom smiled as he brushed some hair off Lucas’s forehead.

“Okay.” Lucas said after a minute of thinking it over. “You have my permission.”

“The baby is already-“ Tom began to explain.

“Thank you.” You told Lucas. You pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheeks. Tom joined in on the hug and kissed the tops of both your heads. He was happy. Happier than when he carried you into your house after your wedding and shouted “welcome home, my Queen.” Tessa squeezed her head under Lucas’s arm and licked his cheek, making everyone giggle. The four of you sat there, hugging as a family.

“Wait.” Tom suddenly spoke, disrupting the wholesome silence. “Lucas ate a crayon?”

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