#reminder not to sleep at 5am kiddos

[dinogoofymutated]

SFW!Colossus/Fem!Reader

I've been infected with another fictional man the way in which I pumped this out was ridiculous. I happened to re watch the scene in the movies where the government breaks into the mansion and seeing Piotr act like a big brother/dad to all the kids really got to me. That and the Deadpool movies (even though I thinks he's a little stuffy in those.) I even rewatched the episode he had in the animated series so that I knew I would get his character right and DAMN ugh god I juts have a thing for big men with soft hearts. especially the ones who are family oriented.

ALSO HOLY SHIT TY FOR 600 FOLLOWERS???? when did yall get here???? I swear I was at like 48 two weeks ago lmao time flies when you're thirsty for the X men I guess!! TWs: None? No pronouns mentioned but I went ahead and labeled it as fem because it's basically about kids forcefully adopting you as their mom. Kids having night terrors mentioned.

Can you imagine sort of just being adopted by the students at the mansion as mutant mom?? At that point you don't really get a choice. Like you start out being very patient with these kids and making sure to keep bandaids, burn cream, pain meds and all of that because one way or another something is gonna happen- and you want to be prepared.

And then you start making breakfast. I feel like normally they probably have a schedule for who has breakfast duty but if you wake up and can't go back to sleep and you take over no one really cares. More sleep for them!!

And then a few times turns into every morning. And you're setting out ketchup for one kids eggs and syrup for another ones hashbrowns- and making sure not to cook with nuts and make sure there's at least three different things on the table that are Kosher or gluten free. Keeping an eye on everyone as they come to get food and noting who did and did not make it to breakfast this morning so that you can make sure they eat later-

And one day you're waking up at 5am and getting ready for the day so you can go make breakfast like always, and you look in the mirror at some point and just realise, holy fuck, when did you become a parent?

It's such a regular thing for kids to call you mom at that point, a knowing how so many of them have come from rough backgrounds, it makes you really happy to know they find comfort in you and will come find you if they need comforting.

And then there's Piotr. Big, strong, Piotr. Piotr who wakes up before dawn and does chores around the mansion in the early morning air. You can take the man out of the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the man. He does the lawn care, chops wood, takes care of whatever animals that might need feeding, replaces the feed in the bird feeder.

Piotr who makes sure to stop by the kitchen to share a small cup of coffee with you before he does chores. Piotr who hangs Hummingbird feeders right outside the kitchen windows because you mentioned you missed the ones your grandmother used to hang. Just Piotr, being strong and masculine and an absolute sweetheart.

He reminds me of that one quote that heard somewhere about masculinity being about protecting femininity, not rejecting it??? That one!!!

Kids call him dad all the time, and even though yall aren't even together, you become the parents of the school. Scott and Jean?? Love them, but they don't have that same kind of parent energy.

It's such a regular thing for kids to find the two of you interacting one way or another. Someone woke up way too early and enters the kitchen to find yall during your coffee, and there's a sweet moment with yall telling them to go back to bed, or offering to make them a quick breakfast. Maybe if they're really young Piotr will offer to tuck them in. He might be really blunt when telling them there are no monsters, but will be a little more gentle when you set a hand on his arm and give him a bit of a look.

The kiddo asks for both of you to tuck them in and you obviously aren't going to refuse them. Which leads to everyone wanting both of you to tuck them in and soon enough you two are doing curfew checks instead of the professor.

It's becomes so regular for the students to treat you two as their parents, and no one actually believes it when they find out that no, you're not a couple. So, they do what kids do and try to get you two together.

First it starts with making sure you two are sat together during everything they can get away with. Then it moves on to things like mistletoe (out of season, Piotr mistook it as an accidental bloom made by one of the agrokinesis kids and took it down) and then more mischievous plans like telling one of you that the other needed help with one thing or another, knowing that either one of you would help out at the drop of a hat. Sureee, they were lying, but you two didn't know that. (most of the time)

The kids just want to see their parents happy and in love. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? It's not like You and Piotr hadn't been helplessly pining for the other the entire time anyway.

You sigh deeply once you finally sneak out of the dorm room, Piotr right behind you. The tall man takes extra care to shut the door very gently, making sure it clicks in place just as silently.

"I thought we were never going to get her to sleep." You whisper to him. One of the youngest girls attending the school had a rather difficult time with night terrors, and would struggle to fall asleep without being tucked in. When you and Piotr were doing curfew checks tonight, she was the only kiddo still awake, and she had practically begged both of you to stay with her untill she finally did fall asleep. It couldn't be just one of you, It had to be both. No matter how many rooms you both had to check tonight, you would never have left her shaken up in such a state. You just hadn't expected it to take an hour.

"Illyana had similar dreams as a little one. It takes time for children to overcome it." Piotr whispers back as you begin to walk down the hallway to check the rest of the rooms. Even when he whispers, his voice is strong and hard to keep quiet. You know there's truth to what he says, and yet you can't help but wish you could do something more to help her with her nightmares. You rub some warmth into your arms anxiously as you think about it, surprised when you feel the warm weight of Piotr's hand settle in between your shoulder blades.

"You're worrying again." He states, frowning slightly when you look up at him. You send him a resigned smile, before it quickly falls as you look away.

"I can't help it. I worry about all of them, her especially. They just... deserve so much more than their lot in life." You say. Piotr hums in response, his thumb brushing idly against your back.

"Their life like us, you mean? Mutants?" His question makes you wince.

"No. Yes? I don't know. I just... I just wish that we could give them more than... this." You say, waving your hands to motion about the mansion. "The school might very well be the only safe space they have their entire life. The world hasn't been kind to them, and I'm not sure it ever will be." Your words begin to quiet down as you finish the sentence, lowing to a whisper that only he can hear. You'd never, ever want any of these kids hear a word of what you're saying. Knowing that hope is really all they have at their age, and you of all people refuse to be the one to destroy that beautiful childlike optimism.

"That is what we are working for as the X-men, yes? To change that?" Piotr asks you point blank, his hand moving up towards the back of your neck in a soothing manner that still gives you goosebumps, feeling the comforting heat of his hand even stronger than before.

"Yeah, but..."

"Then we are doing all we can." He finishes, a smile on his face that's so determined and confident that it very nearly changes your mind completely. Nonetheless, it's a reassuring smile that makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy. You smile back at him finally, and you swear you see fondness in his eyes.

It doesn't take long before the two of you are finally at your door. You give Piotr a short and sweet goodnight as you begin to step inside, but he stops you before you go, gently catching hold of your arm. For the first time, you think you've seen him debate on his words. His mouth opens, but he doesn't speak at first, and you swear you see a blush rising to his cheeks as he does so.

"You'd make a good mother." He says eventually, and it makes you smile widely.

"You'd make a good dad." You tell him. There's silence between you as he brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face in a fond and caring manner, and you swear you could trick yourself into believing that you and Piotr were already in domestic bliss if this moment goes on for any longer. The tall man leans in, and you find your mind short circuiting as he presses a kiss to your forehead. The simple action somehow leaving you beyond flustered.

"Sleep well, Любовь моя. I will see you in the morning." Piotr tells you, before walking off at his regular stiff pace. You stand in your doorway for a minute, watching him leave with a bit of a confused smile on your face. Out of all the Russian nicknames he's called you in the past, you had never heard him say that one before. You wonder if you should pick up a book on the language as you close your door and finally crawl into bed, although part of you is content to leave it be. Colossus had always been blunt, and you're sure he'd tell you eventually. You fall asleep just as you always do, excited to see him when you wake up in the morning.

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Reading through your wedding post made me so happy, but then I read about Falco's family 😭 Do you think you could write some of your headcannons of you and Reiner watching Falco for a week while his brother goes on a business trip or something. I can only picture by the end of the week that the house is full of the kids because none of them want to go home because Falco misses his brother and hes sad!! 😭😭

I'm so happy you enjoyed it! And that's such a sweet and thoughtful request how could i say no :( my god it sounds like the perfect comfort fic to write and honestly Falco deserves it💛

And the kiddos comforting Falco is a really adorable idea especially since he's the one looking out for everyone and comforting them most of the time, i can only imagine how loved he'd be by them.

Falco spending a week with you and Reiner

{ Reiner x reader | tw:deceased parents tw:neglectful parents | reverse comfort, fluff | modern }

{ "Tales of Enchantment" by Frank O. Salisbury 1874–1962 }

Around 5am, you and Reiner were waiting in the living room, each holding a cup of coffee. In the past days you got a call from Colt, asking if you can take care of Falco for a week, he sounded really apologetic and so you reassured him it's not trouble at all.

Apparently him and Zeke had a work related trip to a far away town, being understaffed in that town and all, the situation was dire and they couldn't refuse without their rating taking a huge hit not to mention morally too. But as a compensation, the company promised a higher pay to make their effort worth it.

You didn't notice the repeated knocking on the door till a couple seconds later, lack of sleep delaying your senses.

Opening it, you were met with an anxious Colt carrying his little brother in his arms, still asleep in his pajamas. Zeke from behind him carrying a couple bags and backpacks, he waved to you with a smile.

As Reiner took Falco in his arms and some of the bags too, you carried his Marvel school backpack and a list Colt made for all the things Falco needed and liked. He seemed to put a lot of effort in it, somethings in it you didn't even know yourself.

While tucking Falco in your bed, Reiner couldn't help but express his worry over Colt working himself to exhausting, both mentally and physically.

Yeah it was only a temporary thing till Colt graduates college and finds a stable good paying job, whilst taking care of his little brother as much as he can. He's been carrying Falco's responsibility on his shoulder since the funeral without a twitch or a complaint.

You think back to all the times you saw Colt, most being for mere minutes when he came to drop off the kids or pick them up just as his classes ended and before his shift at work started, barely having time for himself yet he chose to spend that little remaining free time on Falco and his friends.

You sit next to Reiner on the bed, gently brushing Falco's hair away from his face as he's sound asleep. He always looked up to his brother more than anyone else and would never let anyone talk badly about him.

It's like his own personal superhero.

"Do you think he'll be sad knowing he didn't get to say goodbye before Colt left?" You ask, still looking at Falco.

Reiner thinks for a moment before answering, "probably, but won't show it" he secures the blanket more around Falco, "sometimes I wonder who's more stubborn with showing their emotions, Gabi or Falco."

"I'd say Zofia wins the acting Oscar" you turn the lights off on your way out, "wasn't it for Udo, we wouldn't know how she's feeling half the time."

Around 10am, a very sleepy Falco merges out of the dark bedroom. Making his way to sit between you and Reiner on the couch, while carrying a blanket around him.

He leans into Reiner's hand when he strokes Falco's hair while you secure the blanket around him. Seeming unusual quiet, you and Reiner shared a knowing concerned look.

Offering to make him his favourite food for breakfast got a smiles out of Falco, Reiner even let him choose what shapes he wants his sunny side eggs as.

While he went to cook and prepare food, Falco shyly leans into your lap as if testing the water.

Please assure him it's okay to seek physical comfort from you, wrap your arms around him and he'll be embarrassed at first to ask to sit on your lap but will love it afterwards.

Just don't tell anyone about it okay? It's something his parents used to do when he was little.

When he heard about Gabi coming over today, he seemed to light up. While Udo and Zofia have weekend music lessons they couldn't make it till tomorrow.

While looking away, he asked if you could watch teen titans go with him.

The rest of the day went smoothly after that, Falco was a good kid in general and a really helpful and understanding person. He helped you both with chores and even attempted to cook pancakes.

While it came out burned, don't tell him that! He's really worried so please make him know you loved it and it was super delicious.

You and Reiner even took him to the dogs park nearby, he had pet so many good dogs till he couldn't count, even played fetch with one. After that you got ice cream on the way back.

When Gabi finally arrived, full of energy and enthusiastic about Falco staying over meaning she too will be staying over

All hell broke loose, it's like a switch had been flipped and the well behaved good boy Falco you know was completely weoponised by Gabi as she pulled him into her mischiefs

By himself, Falco is a good kid, well behaved, polite and responsible for his age. But with adding Gabi to the mix? They're a force to be reckon with.

You could see that Reiner was trying his hardest to deny that his closest cousin Gabi, was the bad influence on other kids all along.

You know? The one leading you off a cliff that your moms tells you not to follow? The rebellious kid with very strong opinions and the will to fist fight god? Yeah that one.

Apparently, no one gave Falco the cliff talk yet because he seemed far too eager to follow her to the end of the earth and down that cliff, he'd even jump hand in hand with her just to protect her from the sharp rocks under.

Gabi was actually looking forward to Falco staying over, since either way she'd spend a couple of days with you and Reiner whenever her parents are away or are too busy. She can't handle feeling lonely in the house, it's one of the worst feelings she's ever experienced.

It reached a point that Reiner gave her a copy of the keys, just so she could come in whenever even if you were at work. He too didn't like the idea of her being alone in a house all by herself, yet her parents didn't seem bothered at all.

But now she has a friend to spend the time with!

Falco was finding comfort in the fact that him and Gabi are currently in similar situations, while his was temporarily he felt better knowing he wasn't alone in this.

By the end of the the day, they managed to build a pillow fort in your living room. No one allowed to enter unless they're bearing offerings snacks

Around 10pm, when both of them fall asleep inside the fort. Falco hugging a pillow to his chest while Gabi still had a controller in her hand.

Of course Reiner took some pictures, how could he not? Especially with the way Falco's fingers were tangled with Gabi's as she had cookie crumbs around her mouth.

He also sent it to the groupchat Zeke made, reassuring Colt that Falco is having the time of his life whilst also sharing their adorable cousins with the rest of his friends.

The week went by faster than anyone could notice, good times always fly fast eh?

Each morning you and Reiner would walk Falco to the school bus before watching him sit next to Udo, sending him off with packed lunch and waving as the bus went away.

After school the rest of the kiddos will come with him home, keeping him company and helping him with homework too. They'd make sure to play Videgames right after.

Porco actually took over the duty of taking Zofia and Udo back to their houses, let's just say their mothers didn't like him at all, but reluctantly agreed after Reiner assured them he's a close family friend.

Each day around 6pm, Colt would video call him on his work break, sometimes with Zeke and other times alone. Falco would tell him about his day and Colt would praise him for all the good work he's done, he'd even share stories of his own and remind him to brush his teeth and eat his vegetables.

After each call, Falco will be noticeably more...down. can you blame him? He really misses him brother.

Sit next to him and hug him close please, he really needs it but he can't bring himself to ask for it. Soothe away his worries and don't mention it if his eyes start watering, just pull him against your chest and let him cry his heart out.

On nights he's particularly sad, he'd sneak into your bedroom to sleep between you and Reiner. It's something he used to do back when he was little, he can't help but miss his parents.

It makes him feel safe so make sure to keep a space for him in there always.

Please stroke his hair till he falls asleep like his mother used to do each night, and let him lean against you while watching cartoons like his father did.

You also noticed how...dotting the kiddos are around him during these times.

Gabi is more gentle with him, even willing to play the games he wants instead of hers. She always teams up with him and her words whenever they win make him smile.

Zofia shares her food with him, something so scarce. She gives up her turn on the tv for him and even defends his choice in what to watch if the others complain.

Udo is the one making him space on the school bus and walking with him home too. Helping him with his homework and holding his hand whenever he seemed to get sad.

Udo and Falco are a great emotional support to each other, they're not afraid to speak about their emotions to the other.

And naturally they're the most comforting, with Zofia botteling up her own emotions and Gabi wrestling through it, it's the two of them who work as the group emotional support backbone.

Reiner couldn't stop talking to you about how proud he is of Udo when he saw him comforting Falco these days, you couldn't agree more.

By the end of the week, the three kids were surrounding Falco on the couch as they played Mario karts.

Zofia was threatening to throw hands with whoever threw that blue shell at her making her last place, Gabi was too busy securing her first place spot.

Udo was leaving strategtic traps in his trail while in third place, making Zofia even more frustrated as she fell into every single one.

Falco was racing with Gabi in second place, attempting to push her kart or power through to the finish line.

When the black and white line came into view, Gabi and Falco's karts were separate by mere inches, both of them attempting to outrun the other.

And when Gabi managed to get a hold of the first spot for three seconds, a flying blue shell knocked her away. Making Falco the winner as he crossed the line.

To this day, Gabi doesn't know if which one of Zofia and Udo were the cause of her demise, but oh she will find the traitor and they will pay.

After that intense scene, they all shared a bag of cookies she brought from home! It was animal shaped.

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Even though their parents have made it clear that they will not be going back to gravity falls, Mabel makes deals with Dipper to tesser them there whenever their parents aren't around. This leads to a lot of midnight visits that can last until 4 or 5 am, since Stan's sleep schedule hasn't recovered from thirty years spending most of the night in a basement and their parents usually fall asleep around 11

At one end of the hall, a door clicked shut. At the other, a door quietly glided open, and a 13-year old girl’s head peeked out.

“Okay Dippler Effect, Mom and Dad went to sleep!” Mabel hissed excitedly. “Let’s ride!”

“That’s a new one,” Dipper replied in a whisper. The idea of sneaking out in the middle of the night still gave him anxiety, even though he’d done it a million times, even though no one but Mabel could hear him, even though the concept of him getting caught and punished was long dead. “Do you even know what the Doppler Effect is?”

“Sure do! It’s that thing when, like, if someone’s standing in one place listening to you, the sound of your brother’s protests get whinier as he blips away with you to go hang out with your friends!”

Dipper snorted into his hand. “Okay, that was pretty good.” He grabbed his sister’s hand. “Ready?”

Mabel put on a serious face, gripped her Dream Boy High backpack, and nodded. “Ready!”

There was a quick jerk as the air twisted around them – flashing colors filling Mabel’s vision and an awful nausea filling her stomach – and then it stopped. Mabel’s bedroom in Piedmont was gone, replaced by the kitchen of the Mystery Shack, complete with the sounds of a romcom floating in from the TV in the other room, a few empty cans of Pitt Cola sitting on the counter, and a sleeping Grunkle Stan slumped over the table.

Dipper floated over to his Grunkle and poked him in the head. His finger, unsurprisingly, went right through. “I thought he said he’d be awake,” he said, pouting. “Should I visit him in his dream and tell him to wake up, or -”

Mabel clapped giddily – cutting her brother off – threw her backpack to the ground, and unleashed the glee that had been building up within her since they’d planned this trip a couple of days earlier. She screamed at the top of her lungs, causing Dipper to clap his hands over his ears and recoil (which resulted in him clipping halfway through the refrigerator).

Stan jolted upright in his seat. “SOOS, THE COPS ARE HERE, HIDE THE VIOLINS!” he shouted. He blinked sleepily a few times, and then his eyes settled on Mabel bouncing up and down in front of him with a face-splitting smile on her face. “Oh, it’s just you kids. Geez, you’re gonna scare me into an early pension doing that.”

Mabel jumped at her Grunkle and hugged him tight. “Well, someone said he’d be awake at 11 so we could come by right after our parents went to sleep! Did someone forget it was our -”

There was the pounding of boots on stairs, and the door burst open to reveal Ford in a lab coat with ash on his face and in his hair. “Stanley! I heard screaming, what’s going on? Did the man-eating toaster come back? You swore you’d let me be the one to kill it if it did!”

“Calm down poindexter,” Stan started, “it’s just -“

“GREAT UNCLE FORD!” Mabel screeched, peeling herself off of Stan and running over to hug him instead. “You made it! I thought you were still having an awesome boat adventure!”

Ford flinched, but then ruffled Mabel’s hair. “Of course I made it, Mabel. Wouldn’t miss it.” A tuft of his hair spontaneously caught on fire, and he patted it out. “You’ll have to excuse me, I brought some of my research home with me. I must warn you, I may be slightly radioactive right now, so… watch out for that.”

“Haha, YES!” Mabel pumped her fist. “Soon I’ll have magic glitter dandruff!”

“Ask him about the boat trip, ask him about the boat trip!” Dipper whispered in Mabel’s ear. She waved him off.

“So nice of you to show up,” Stan said, getting up and punching his brother on the shoulder. “Did you finish cleaning all of your science crap out of the parlor?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Ford countered, and then paused. “Mostly. Almost. There’s too many people in there right now anyway. But hold on – I only see Mabel. Where’s my former apprentice?”

“MABEL HE’S TALKING ABOUT ME,” Dipper hissed. “Tell him I want to know about his trip and the sea monsters and the cursed gold doubloons he’s hiding from Stan and -”

“Dipper’s right here!” Mabel chirped. “He’s just invisible right now! Speaking of, Grunkle Stan, did you get a sacrifice for him?”

“You know I did, sweetie.” Stan picked up his eight-ball cane and gestured down the hall. “But today’s an important day. He’s not getting none of that rodent’s blood hootenanny we usually get him. We got something special.”

Mabel started hopping up and down so violently that the walls shook and everyone had to cover their ears. “What does that mean!!!!!!!!”

Stan hoisted Mabel up onto his shoulders. “How about you come and look for yourself before you blow the whole house down?”

Mabel cackled. “Onwards, Stan-oshima!”

Dipper eyed his sister jealously, and then floated over to Ford and pretended to sit on his shoulders. He and Mabel stuck their tongues out at each other playfully, forgetting to pay attention to where they were being carried, until -

“SURPRISE!”

Dipper and Mabel both flinched at the chorus of voices, and Mabel almost toppled off of Stan’s shoulders. It was a moment before they could take in the sight in front of them, but by then, Stan had placed Mabel on the floor and people were already coming up to her and hugging her.

“Dude, so good to see you!” Wendy said. “Where’s your bro at?”

Soos pushed up next to Wendy. “Mabel! You made it! Is Dipper here too?”

“Hey, it’s my turn to talk to her,” Pacifica drawled. “You’re lucky I’m even here – my parents would never allow it. Good thing they’re in Venice right now. Why can’t I see Dipper?”

Mabel screamed in joy again. “I can’t believe it, all of our friends are here! Wendy and Soos and Pacifica and Candy and Grenda and Robbie and Thompson and that weird guy who likes America! You all made it! And bro-bro’s right here,” she added, grabbing her incorporeal brother and squeezing him close. “We just haven’t summoned him yet!”

“Sixer. That’s our cue,” Stan said from behind them.

Dipper and Mabel turned around to see Stan and Ford each holding a cake with the number “14″ written in the center. Stan placed his cake on the table, while Ford carried his over to an empty space of the floor where a summoning circle had been drawn out. He placed the cake in the middle, and pulled out a vial of blue liquid from his lab coat. He uncorked it, dropped the liquid into the circle, and then paused.

“Uhh, remind me what the incantation is?” he asked.

“It’s stella splendidum, te invoco -” Dipper started.

Mabel cut him off by grabbing his sides, effortlessly lifting him up, and throwing him at the circle. He squealed in surprise, his little wings flapping frantically as he toppled through the air. He came to a stop a few feet above the circle, at which point Mabel shouted, “COME ON OUT, DIPDOPS!”

Another yelp, and Dipper was yanked out of the Mindscape and into the real world. The cake they sacrificed to him disappeared, replaced by a very nervous looking demon. Even though Dipper trusted his friends in Gravity Falls to be more supportive than his parents, it had been a long time since he’d seen some of these people, and, well, things sure had changed even since the Transcendence. He felt every eye in the room fall on him, examining his fancy attire, his sharp teeth, his pointed ears and gold-on-black eyes.

And then they began to cheer.

“Good to see you little man!” Old Man McGucket yodeled.

The Multibear growled softly. “Such a lovely gathering now that you’re here.”

“The Mystery Twins are back!” Candy joined in.

An incredible sense of relief washed over Dipper. Mabel pushed her way through her friends and pulled him into a tight hug again.

“Can you believe it, bro-bro?” she said, giggling as the rest of the crowd rushed in to join her. “Everyone made it!”

“Yeah, this is incredible!” Dipper wiped a golden tear away from his eye. “Everyone’s still here. Everything’s still okay.”

“Hope you like it, kiddos,” Stan said, ruffling his hair just as Ford did Mabel’s. “Happy birthday.”

The twins grinned. The remaining cake was passed through the crowd until it was resting in front of them.

“Don’t forget to make a wish!” Grenda shouted.

Dipper laughed. “I don’t know about you, Mabes, but I’ve already got my wish.”

“Me too, bro-bro,” Mabel replied. “Although I wouldn’t say no to backstage passes to the Boyz 4 Now concert, or maybe a jetpack, or…”

“Just blow out the candles, dummy,” he retorted.

The crowd of their friends and family started chanting “Blow! Out! The candles! Blow! Out! The candles!” The birthday twins nodded and grabbed each other’s hands. They both drew in a large breath. They blew as hard as they could.

Applause rippled through the room, and Mabel and Dipper were happy.

—

At 5am, there was a soft blip, and two teenagers appeared in a bedroom in Piedmont, California. A newly 14-year old girl’s head peeked out the door, looked toward the other end of the hall, and then pulled back into the room.

“Looks like we got away with it, bro-bro!” Mabel whispered. “That was the best sneak out to Gravity Falls to date!”

“It sure was,” he replied, and a warbling note of gratitude filled his voice. “It sure was.”

(AO3 link)

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Bunker Bunch-Ch. 13 Uncle Sammy Sandman

@spnbromentbingo square filled: Help a Brother Out (favor)

Pairing: Dean x Reader mentioned. Sam and Original Characters- JD(Shaggy), Bobby(Crash), JR(Champ/Bud), & Charlie(Peanut/Sweet Pea)

Warnings: Sweet, sweet fluff!

Summary: Sam decides to let his big brother and sister in law get some much needed sleep, and enlists his sons to help him watch the twins.

5am the next morning Sam was up and showered after his morning run. His boys are just starting to wake up too, ever the early birds like their father. So while they’re busy brushing their teeth Sam sneaks off to the nursery.

Once he reaches the door, he puts his ear up to it but doesn’t hear any noise coming from inside. Carefully he pushes the door open and the room really hasn’t changed much since last night.

Slowing sneaking his way into the room, Sam smiles down at his niece and nephew who are happily cooing in their crib,

“Well you two look like your feeling much better” he whispers softly, “ Goodmorning Sweetpea” he says as he gently lifts Charlie and cradles her in his left arm, “Hiya Champ” is whispered to Johnny as Sam scoops him up with his right arm. He looks down at the pair as he heads out of the nursery,

“What do you two say we let mom and dad get some sleep huh?”

Sam makes his way to the kitchen where his own boys are perched at the table waiting for breakfast.

“Hey boys, do you want to help me with a very special job today?” He asks with a grin. The boys nod enthusiastically at their father while he places the twins in their individual rockers.

“Daddy why you have da babies? Wheas Unca Dean an Auntie Y/N?” asks Bobby, Sams 2 year old son

“Well Buddy that’s the special job I need your help with. We are going to watch Charlie and Johnny so Uncle Dean and Aunt Y/N can get some sleep”

JD, Sam’s 4 year old son is next to jump in with a question , “But it’s already morning time, why didn’t they sleep last night Daddy?”

“They tried Shaggy, but new babies don’t know when it’s nighttime or daytime, they just cry when they are hungry or need their diapers changed, so the parents don’t get very much sleep” Sam answered.

As if on que a not so pleasant smell fills the room. Bobby and JD’s faces screw up tight in disgust, eyes going comically wide,

“Imb nod changin diapers!” JD muffles out under his pinched nose, head shaking back and forth vigorously. Sam barks out a laugh at the comical sight,

“No worries kiddo, I’ll handle the diaper changes. Can you run to the bathroom and get me the diapers and wipes?”

“Ok” the boys sing in unison and take off running down the bunkers hall, the sound of tiny socked feet echoing through the space.

Sam smiles and makes his way to the fridge, extracting two bags of breast milk he quickly fills the bottles and sets them in the warmer. When the boys return, their cheerios and bananas are waiting for them at the table, and Sam changes the twins while the boys eat.

By now the babies are getting a bit restless, no doubt wondering where their breakfast is.

“How can we help now Daddy?” asks JD as he swallows his last bite of food. Sam gently reminds him not to talk with his mouth full then asks,

“Would you like to feed them?”

Bobby gasps in awe, his two year old brain unable to fathom that he would get a job so important,

“Really Daddy? We can feed them?”

“Of course Buddy, your both big boys I know you can do it, what do you think?”

They nod their heads and a huge grin lights up their faces when he hands them each a bottle. Sam scoops up the twins and beckons his boys to follow him to the living room, or as Dean would call it ‘The Dean cave’.

Sam sets his boys up on either side of the couch with a nursing pillow on their lap to help support the babies. He gives baby Johnny to his Johnny (Shaggy) and then places Charlie in Bobby’s lap.

Then Sam sits in between them to supervise while his sons feed his niece and nephew.

The boys talk softly to their baby cousins and Sam can’t help the swell of love in his chest at the sight. This is a moment he could have never even dreamed of and yet, here he is.

He slips his phone from his pocket and snaps some photos-the girls will want to add this to the family photo album.

The twins start to fuss, so Sam retrieves them and lays them face down with his arm bracing their chests. Thankfully his arms are long so he has been dubbed the master of the ‘double burp’.

JD and Bobby have lost some of their patience after sitting through a feeding, so they hop off the couch and run to the playroom (which is thankfully still in Sams sight).

After a hearty burp, another diaper change, and a pacifier hunt- the twins are now swaddled and sound asleep in the portable bassinet.

The sudden sound of bickering toddlers fills the room and Sam turns in time to see Crash pulling Shaggys hair, and shaggy retaliating by shoving his brother. Sam sighs, his boys have been fighting a lot lately, it’s always an adjustment when a new baby arrives-let alone two. He stands from where he was seated on the couch, and walks over to his children. He crouches down to their level and gets their attention,

“Robert Samuel we do not pull hair! And Johnathon Dean it is not alright to shove your brother!” He says in a calm but stern voice. “I think you both need a timeout to think about your behavior”

“But daddy! He started it!” Shaggy says in outrage, pointing a finger at his little brother. “he pulled my hair!”

“NO! HE started it! Daddy he took my car! An, an he pusheded me!” Crash responds.

“It sounds to me like you both made some mistakes and should have made better choices, and I think a timeout will help you think about it.”

Sam leads each pouty faced boy to separate corners of the room, and sets his watch.

“3 minutes in timeout boys, and no talking”.

He leaves the living room and heads to the kitchen, the twins will be ready for another bottle soon and 3 minutes is just enough time to get them prepared.

After their timeouts the boys continue playing- albeit with bickering, but at least they are getting physical, Sam thinks ruefully. The twins are freshly fed and changed (again) and happily staring at the brightly colored toys dangling from the play mat.

It’s around 9am when Dean shuffles into the living room, sleepy eyed and hair all askew with a steaming mug of coffee. He yawns loudly and takes in the room,

“So your the one who kidnapped my kids” he teases

“Right, kidnapped. Whatever you say Dean” Sam replies amused.

“Sam I told you last night…”

“You didn’t ask for help Dean, I chose to help and let you and Y/N get some much needed sleep. You both were dead on your feet. Plus I had some help” he says gesturing to his two boys.

“Oh God! You let those heathens near my children!” Dean gasps in feigned abhorrence.

“Sure did! And look they’re doing just fine”

“They better be Bitch! Or I’ll kick your ass!”

“Kick your ass” Crash echoes from across the room.

Sam sends Dean and deadly glare, “Thanks Jerk! Eileen’s gonna be thrilled with that!”

“Sure thing Sammy!” Dean smirks, sitting down onto the couch, “glad I could help”

END

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odd question munday meme

✖ ━ What’s something you’re very curious about?  

Not to get all deep on main, but anything relating to life after death, past lives, reincarnation… I love reading about this, and also getting readings about it. So far it’s pretty unanimous in my past life I was a hard working farmer man who overworked himself – so maybe that’s why I’m so lazy now. I’m trying to live but apparently that comes with depression wtf??? ( Holy fuck I was Jax kwkhsfrn ) Seriously tho, I’m just overly curious about most things supernatural. Is why I’m so engrossed in things like Tarot, Oracles and Pendulums. I want to know more about the spirits and deities guiding me toward my path in life.

☁ ━ What is your opinion on cereal?

Answered here! (why does everyone want to know my thoughts on cereal AKJBSVGDF LOL )

☂ ━ What’s your favorite kind of weather and why?  

Rain. Nice, heavy rain. No thunder (though I love it but my doggo and kiddo go crazy during that time so I don’t like it so much right now), just grey skies and heavy rain. It relaxes me so much. The sound is like music to my ears, and it’s just so soothing. And for some reason I associate it with luck? I always have a good day on a rainy day. Also, one of my favorite times is in winter when the temperature isn’t too cold in the evening or early morning, and the flurries are big and fluffy while the sky is this beautiful shade of pink. It reminds me of my home in New-Brunswick where I lived between the age of 13 and 16, which were still the best years of my life despite some bumps in the road at the beginning. I remember I would wake up in the morning around 5am, still dark but the sky would be pink and bright through my bedroom window, and I’d listen to music until around 6:30 when it was time for me to get up for school. It was just so relaxing. I wouldn’t even sleep, just lay there looking outside. Well I got carried away, but yeah, those are my two kinds of favorite weather. I’m a very nostalgic person, as you can see.

[laurajdt]

10:56pm, July 19, 2020

There is a Junebug in my studio apartment and niether my cat nor I have been able to successfully capture, kill, or even shoo it outside. So I’ve got my front door open so it will hopefully go away. The problem is that it keeps settling somewhere we can’t see, and then after many minutes, it wakes up and flies wildly around the apartment, while we try and get it, before it finds a new roost and settles down. I have to go to bed soonish, as I’ve got to be up earlyish (5am) and I am stupidly squeamish about the prospect of sleeping with Junebug in here, lest it flies onto my face whilst I sleep (or worst, into my slack-jawed open mouth. This reminds me of why, as a kid/adolescent, I used to fall asleep with the covers pulled up to my nose—I was afraid of bugs in my mouth and vampires biting my neck. True story. I was an odd duck of a kiddo).

[hoetron]

got tagged by @fluffytheasianpanda​ so sweats nervously lets do this buckerinos

Name: Rae

Nickname: Bob, bobbo, bela (hah, the three Bs) maggie, fetus, furry, gremlin

Birth month: August dabs aesthetically 

Height: like uhhhhh 150-151 cm im too lazy to convert it go google search it yourself

Ethnicity: 100000% asian m dudes

Orientation:  am i bisexual? am i lesbian? am i dying? find out next week on disney channel 

Fruit: oh liKE FAVOUREITE FRUIT??? mangoes then 

Favorite season: suMMMERRRRRR (like everyone hates summer and prefers winter and im :( because fuck winter man. fuck. winter)

Books: idk man usually when i read books i’d forget the entire plot in just one day

Favorite flowers: morning glories.... are...good....

Favorite scent: sniff sniff the smell of deat- i mean OKAY THIS IS WEIRD BUT LIKE THAT CEMANTIC SMELL WHEN LIKE YOU GO TO A BASEMENT’S LIFT OR SMTH rlly nice to smell idk im weird AND DETERGENT SMELLS (fun fact: last time id sneak off to the laundry room and just open the detergent container secretly and just. sniff that shit because sniff detergent not drugs amirite until my mom changed detergent brands and im :( because the new one isnt as Good)

Favorite animals: FOXES!!!! CATS!!!!!!!!!!

Favorite beverages: root beer root beer root beer root bee root beer root beer root beer root beer

Hours of sleep: sweats nervously

Favorite fictional characters: a lot bc im tres indecisive but if i were to narrow it down to my two main fandoms then. the whole team voltron in vld and kaminari, tamaki and ochako from bnha

Number of blankets you sleep with: 2 unless you count that furry like blanket i place on my bedsheet to lie down ON because bed sheets are cold man :( also its comfy. the other two are doona blankets my mom supplied me for winter because like said before. fuck winter

Dream trip: at least somewhere to europe but im a broke ass bicth!!!!

Blog Created: like. late 2015 but i didnt really start being active until 2016

Number of followers: 140+ on this blog yoo idrc because i dont really do anything but reblog shit here so shr g ugs

do i have to tag 20 ppl im lazyyyy mother help ah well tag taps everyone who comes across this

[hopelesstargazer]

End of the Year Tag

So....I was tagged by @saijspellhart....never done one of these before so here goes nothing.

~favourite food?~

Okay, so I am a Minnesota raised girl and do love a good wild rice hotdish (and yes there is a difference between hotdish and casserole and if you don’t know, let me know so I can explain!). However my favorite food is either pupusas or pozole (latino cuisine). Both of them I over eat when my godchildren cook them for me and never regret it!

~favourite drink?~

Ummmm....Diet Pespi. Yeah, we won’t get into how cranky I get if I don’t have at least one pop a day. My godsons might have a story or two about how possessive I get in the late morning over my can of pop on the weekends....

~favourite clothing?~

My Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle fleece pants and my long sleeve Cuddle-Duds. Comfort for the win. After a long day of dealing with people, nothing is more comforting than cozy wear. 

~favourite product?~

.....Pespi?.....I think. Does that count when you are an addict? Like can a pot head say that their favorite product is potbrownies? If not, I would say Google! Because it owns me and my information searching needs. After all, if you don’t know something, Lord Google will know it. Thus, All Hail Lord Google!

~favourite month?~

I’ve never thought about it. I guess you could say I like March. It was the month I was born and I like the little myth that comes with the month. The month of the Lion and the Lamb. My grandmother (a wonderful mother to 11 and a farmer in Northern MN) would always tell me that you knew how the month would go in the very beginning. If the weather was shitty and roaring at the start, it would leave calm and sweet at the end. Or in other words, if March came in like a Lion, it would leave like a Lamb. Of course, the opposite applies as well. If this is true, I honestly couldn’t say. I think it does, but I’m already bias so who really knows?

~favourite season?~

I’m fond of either Spring or Fall. It’s not too cold, but it’s not too hot. You really get those glorious days where the sun is shining, the air is crisp, and there is a magnitude of colors everywhere. It is just rejuvenating. 

~favourite holiday?~

I’m partial to Easter. And before you ask, yes I happen to be Christian, BUT that is not why I like the holiday. I like Easter because it symbolizes rebirth. It symbolizes a new beginning, a fresh start. When you go into this season, you might have just experienced a shitty winter or the pervious year was just horrific. Thus, your soul is all crusty and flaky and thinking that nothing gets better. Then this season of new beginnings start and there are baby animals, new flowers, laughing children, and brightly colored eggs everywhere! It is a reminder that life is nothing more than a cycle. Yes, horrible things can and will happen to you. Yes, it will be dark and sad to deal with it all. Winter, both figuratively (in your heart/soul) and literally, SUCK ASS! But! BUT! There will always be a moment of something new. Something bright. Something colorful. Something living. Something that will bring you up out of the ground of cold despair and into the light of a new beginning. Even if it is for a moment, it is there. Easter is the holiday/season that best represents what it means to be human. A shitty start that only turns into the brightest and warms of sun rays. And that is my Ted Talk, thank you for listening.

~favourite place?~

Minnehaha Falls! Gooseberry Falls! Or any waterfall. I adore waterfalls. The sound of crashing water and rushing waves drowning out bad thoughts. The scent of crisp water pulling you into the moment. The sensations of moving water rumbling in your chest. The sight of dancing sprites in the sky as water droplets create rainbows. Cold water taking the heat from your body only to leave a pleasant tingle in its wake. *blush**cough* I’ll stop with the poetry now.

~best experience?~

So, I took a trip to Scotland with my Father at the beginning of this year. I would definitely say that was my best experience of 2018.

~best song?~

Best song? Of all time or this year? This year I really like Burning Man by Dierks Bentley. Of all time, you can’t beat the Hokey Pokey. It is a must have dance song at every public gathering. I have no shame when I say that I request it and drag EVERYONE to the dance floor. 

~best movie?~

We have to clarify this nonsense for next year. Honestly, it’s just too vague. Best movie? This year? Of all time? Genre? Or is it just me that over thinks this stuff? *sigh* Okay, I thought Black Panther was extremely good, not just because it was an excellent superhero movie, had amazing female leads, astonishing action sequences, and wonderful humor. It really made me think about how hatred can pass down through the generations. It made me reevaluate how I teach my students in karate class and how I speak with/to them about social problems. Since most of them are immigrants or children of immigrants, it was an eye opening experience. Let’s leave it at that.

~best series?~

TV series right? (again with the over thinking simple questions) I really enjoyed Miraculous Ladybug, Voltron, How to Train Your Dragon, The Dragon Prince, and My Hero Academia. Granted, I also rewatch a bunch of anime classics as I taught the ways of being a nerd to my godsons. I’m proud to say that we have finally left the realm of Naruto and moved on to the great chasm that is known as Deathnote and One Piece.

~best book?~

Okay, so this one is exciting for me. I was suffering Tumblr and found a post that simple said “if Deadpool wrote a book, this would be it.” So of course, the ten year that still loves poop jokes and crude humor in me scream in joy and bought the book. It is called “Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes: A No-Bullshit Guide to World Mythology” by Cory O’Brien. I wish I could find the link so you could read some excerpts from it. I’ll just have to quote it.

“So one night Uranus is about to get busy with Gaia again I guess so he can father another baby and then stuff it back into her but instead of getting sex he gets a SURPRISE PENISECTOMY”

“So the moral of the story is that if you are not ready to be a father consider all of your options before skipping directly to cannibalism”

“ARE YOU READY FOR DISTENDED RACCOON TESTICLES? NO? WELL, YOU BETTER GET READY QUICK BECAUSE JAPAN JUST CALLED AND IT’S ‘BOUT TO DELIVER ONE WHOPPER OF A BALLSACK TO THE BAINPAN”

“So the moral of the story is that we should seriously consider firing the moon because I didn’t know we could do that and I bet we have the technology now to genetically engineer a WAY BETTER MOON than some dumb rabbit.”

So...10/10, greatest book I’ve read this year

~best video game?~

I don’t play many video games. Frankly, if it is not a bashing the buttons kind of game, I’m no good at it. Thus, I really like Shounen Jump battle game. I can hit random buttons while having no real skills. I also like watching people play them. That would lead me to Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Such a pretty game!

~have you unlearned any bad habits?~

hahahaha...oh, are you serious?

~biggest disappointment?~

I didn’t get back into college like I planned on. I just couldn’t find the time to give myself in order to achieve what I wanted. 

~worst experience?~

If we are talking about this year, then that would go to almost dying in a bus accident in the middle of the Highlands in Scotland. It’s a great story that I love to tell, because it turns out to be the funniest tale of my really long list of horrific stories. Minus the thought of dying on some random hill and how inconvenient it would have been for my mother to retrieve our bodies cause I didn’t buy travel insurance. 

However, if we are talking about ever in our lives, then that golden trophy would go to the time I, a store manager at Dollar Tree, was threaten with a plastic shank over $0.50 on hour 15 of my shift where I slept in the store that night so I could be there for the delivery at 5AM. That was horrible. Funny in hindsight, but horrible at the same time. Let me know, I can tell that story too.

~any new hobbies?~

Where do people find the time to start new hobbies? Serious, could you donate that precious time into a bank so I could have some? I would greatly appreciate it. 

~did you achieve your goals for 2018?~

hahahahahaha....oh, you’re serious again?

~have you fulfilled a long-term wish?~

Ah, this it did! So, back in 2011, I studied abroad in Scotland and vowed to take my father back so he could see the country that I fell completely in love with. Severely in love with. Like, I would marry any Scottish man that said to me, “Ach, lassie, yer bonnie and me heart tis yers. I have this castle in ta middle of the great Highlands. Would ye leave with me to Gretna Green to marry ov’r an blacksmith’s iron?” I would say yes in a heart beat. A HEARTBEAT YOU HEAR?!

~have you tried something new this year?~

um, I dressed myself in a kimono for the first time by myself. That was stupid hard. Also, I did a bang up job if I do say so myself (after the fourth attempt). 

~what plans or wishes do you have for next year?~

Let’s see, I am the best man at my best friend’s wedding in May, so I got that going. Also, in September, I’ll be going to Japan to visit my sister who is working as an English teacher, so I got that to look forward too. I would love to find some time to myself so I can try and finish my college degree that I started back in 2009. Cross your fingers. Also, I would like to complete this book I’m writing for myself. I would really like that. Oh, and finally, sleep more. Yeah, sleep. Good thing that is.

~what was the funniest moment?~

Serious, I teach kiddos karate at my church. I have no shortage of amazing moments in my life. Also I have three godsons and a goddaughter, stories are made every weekend. But I can tell you one of my favorites.

So, I’m teaching this not-yet-seven-year-old an introductory class to karate. I’m explaining to him that not only does yelling scare the bad guys away, but it tells the teacher that you are breathing. So I asked him playfully, “Do you like to breath?” And he stops all motion and looks at me. Then he shrugs and says “not really.” Needless to say, I too stop to stare at him, stunned by a response that I had NEVER received in my 13+ years of teaching children karate. So, I logically asked why not. This tiny little american-latino child that comes up to my waist tells me with the straightest face I have ever seen “Cause it take a lot of work to breath and I don’t know if I have the time for that.” (#mood much?) I’m losing my mind trying to hold in my laughter. Thus I spend the next few minutes with a 6 year-old having a philosophical discussion about the pros and cons of breathing. Eventually, we agree that blue is an ugly color on people’s face and we cannot do karate in our sleep so he had to stay awake and moving instead of passed out on the floor due to the lack of air in his body. Once that was establish, I asked another instructor to take over because I simply had to find a corner to sit in as I collected my laughing ass off the floor.

I will forever remember this child as the boy that I had to convince that breathing was a good thing and made me almost piss my pants in the middle of karate class. TWICE because that little stinker had to randomly blurt out in the middle of a different class weeks later that we were wrong because blue was a flattering shade on dead people and we should not be racist to dead people. 

I will now kindly remind you that this boy is 7 YEARS OLD. 

~what are you thankful for?~

I am thankful for family and friends. I am also thankful to @saijspellhart. In my desire to let her know that she is not alone, I am finding the courage to become more open with myself and other around me. So thank you. I hope that this year will be a rebirth for both of us and tons of smiles for everyone that reads this.

As for tagging other Tumblr users, I am too damn shy for that. Instead, if you are reading this and want to do this, tag me! I would love to get to know you and your likes. It’s nice to see the humanity on this site. Thank you for getting to the end and I hope to get to know you too!

[sudienne]

Imagine: Gardi finds out the truth about Leif

A/N: Well, I’ll left this here. It contains spoiler if you haven’t reach episode 20, so be careful. Hope you like it~ 

I stretch my hand to put it on Leif’s belly, but I only touch cold sheets. Did he wake up early? No, that can’t be possible, it’s around 3 am, birds are sleeping, the moon is the only thing that gives light to the room and the most important thing, I still feel sleepy.

I end up going out of the room, maybe he is in the garden; do lorialets like to look at the moon? Is that a stupid topic?

“No, it can’t be.”

I couldn’t believe what my eyes were showing me, Leif can’t be talking with Ashkore, and why does he looks so similar to Valk? I don’t know if I’m only dreaming, waking up may be better, cause if Leif is talking with Ashkore, does that means that he is involve with him?

A scream try to get out of my throat when suddenly wings get out of Leif’s back. As black as a non-moon night, those wings wrapped my soul, making me feel like in heaven, calm and distressed.

“Like what you are watching?” A familiar voice sounded next to my ear.

I turn to look at him. Chrome. My little werewolf, the kiddo I care most about, is he into this thing too? Tears started to run across my cheeks, my heart was broken because of Leif and Chrome’s lies, the two mans I love were only showing me what they wanted to, not their real self.

“Hey, don’t cry, it will ruin more your face, and I’m not going to clean boogers.” said Chrome.

He didn’t help pointing that out, and I only start crying more.

“’Kay, that didn’t help, come with me, I have to explain you a bunch of things” after that he gently grabbed my wrist and guided me to the Torii of Memories.

Surprisingly, the breeze calms me a little, well, not that much, but I stop crying. The Torii is an awesome place surrounded by different kind of flowers; in the distance I can see the coast, the waves turning into sea foam, and some familiars whose names I don’t know jumping over the water surface. This place reminds me of the summers I lived back in the Earth, it has the same smell and the views are kind of similar.

“Well, you are going to hear a lot of things; you need to know my story, Leif’s story and Lance’s story. Yes, Lance is alive, he didn’t die.” said Chrome.

“So my eyes weren’t lying, he is Valk’s brother, the one who broke the crystal and made this place so unstable. Because of that I’m dying, you know?” sadness went away to leave room for anger.

“Yeah, they were… well, talking about that. Leif wants to stop, so you live, but Lance doesn’t want to stop our plans because of a ‘little piece of shit’, that’s exactly what he said. Now, I’m going to tell you the stories, ‘kay?” Chrome placed his hand in my back, trying to relax me a bit.

“Why haven’t you started yet?” I wasn’t going to let him manage my feelings as he wants.

“My parents died long ago, we lived calmly in a farm, until some vandals kill them in front of my eyes, and what did the Guard do? Nothing, they only accept it, caring about two farmers and a little werewolf was too much for them. I want to take revenge of that, to make them suffer the same I did when they left me, a kid, as if nothing has happened.” He turned to look at another place, avoiding my gaze.

“Chrome, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“Of course you didn’t know, I don’t have a poster on my forehead that tells all of this.” He pointing that out made me feel a bit bad.

“Well, don’t tell me Leif’s story, if he didn’t tell me, I’ll feel bad if you tell me, but I’ll talk to him.” I hug him from the back. “I’m sorry, I know this isn’t going to make you forget about that or overcome it, but it’s what I can do.” He frees himself from my arms to look directly at my eyes.

“Do you understand why we are doing all of these? Or why we were doing it, I don’t know if we are going to continue with it, we don’t want to see you dying, you are like a big sister to me.” His gaze turned as sweet as cotton candy.

“No, that doesn’t explain what you are doing, you are going to kill everyone because you have hard stories, you three aren’t the only ones that had suffered a lot, I can’t go back to the Earth because of that shitty potion, but I didn’t try to kill anyone because of that.” I said as firmly as I could. “Now I’m getting out of here, I want to sleep a bit and talk with Leif, bye kiddo.”

I got up from my sit and start walking. When I look back I realise that Chrome has already gone away, that boy is noiseless as hell.

When I reach the door of my room I start trembling, all my insecurities came to me. Do Leif love me? Is he only trying to use me because of my wound with the Oracle? Am I going to die? Is the person I love going to kill me?

“Come on Gardi, you are not like this, you are a strong and decided woman” I whisper this to myself, tying to remove my insecurities and doubts.

I open the door, and found Leif sitting on the bed. The moment he saw me, he got up instantly and run next to me, taking my head between his hands.

No, this can be like this, he can’t be so sweet to me, my heart is going to explode, this are to much emotions for my powerless heart.

“Leif, we have to talk, sit on the bed” I’m trying to ignore what I feel; we have lo left things clear.

“You are scaring me a little, but yeah, let’s talk, what is bothering you?” He gave me that perfect smile of his.

“What are you? And don’t tell me you are a lorialet, lorialets don’t have black wings. And I know that you were talking with Lance, Valk’s brother. Leif, have you told me something that was true?” My voice broke a little with my last words.

“I’m a daemon, and so you are. And no, I’m not going to continue with this, I’ll tell the guard the truth, what I am, and Lance’s plan, because you are the most beautiful creature and the girl most lovely I has ever met.” He said in a very calm tone.

“What did you said I am, or you are, or we are? I-I didn’t hear well.” I hear perfectly, but I couldn’t believe.

“We both are daemons, we didn’t extinct, but we are the last ones that are left.” He tried to take my hand, but I rejected it.

“No, that can’t be real, we can’t be daemons. They were hunted and extinct for years.” I pinch my arm, trying to wake up from an evil nightmare.

“Well, if you don’t believe me, I guess I’ll have to show you.”

When he finished his sentence, those big and black wings I saw a few hours ago were know here again, but this time they were surrounding me. Suddenly, I feel the need to touch them, and so I did. Leif moan, so I pull my hand away to look at him.

“If I’m a daemon, why don’t I have wings like you do?” My voice now turned a little softer.

“Well, you are a faelienne, so it’s normal that you aren’t at the 100% of your power.” Now I did let him take my hand.

“Are you sure of that? And was true that you are going to tell everything to the Guard and stop those… evil plans of yours?” My eyes became like a puppy’s one.

I wanted to believe him, I started doing it, and just a bit isn’t bad right? I love him, and so he does, right?

“Yes, I’m sure you are a daemon, but I’m not sure of why you have that wound with the Oracle. It’s 5am, I’m not going to talk to Huang Hua right now, but this morning I’ll tell her everything.” After this he gave me a little kiss, soft ad sweet, as he is always. “I want to take revenge, but if that implies killing the thing I appreciate most in this world, I won’t do anything.”

“Why are you so sweet Leif? I can’t be angry with you little thing.” I said.

He kissed me over and over again, sweet, passionately, rough… He kissed me as many times as he wanted, surrounding us with his wings, don’t letting me go away of his arms.

We stayed like that for hours, sharing our love with each other, knowing that this will be a very long day.

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Smile! (Sanders Sides Angsty Adventures)

Hihi this is my first fic; I write angst now apparently lol Enjoy some wholesome heartbreak, buddies!! Ya know, since I wrote this at 5am, I couldn’t sleep and I felt like all around garbagio.

Please tell me what you think, if there’s anything I should change or something you want me to tag it under!!

Tw: angst, panic attacks, negative self-talk

Pairing: None, but you can interpret it as romantic if that’s what gets you jazzed

Patton was always such a happy guy, his fellow sides have no clue as to how he managed to be so positive all the time. Come rain or sunshine, the Moral facet always wore a smile on his face.

Even on a day like today when everything was just wrongwrongwrong, Patton would be there in an instant, almost as if by instinct, with a big ole smile on his face for them to lean on. It wasn’t even a question if he would always be a support system to rely on and they couldn’t be more thankful to have such a pure ray of sunshine grace their lives.

-

Virgil’s entire being practically vibrated from the sobs that wracked his body; he was curled up on the floor in a dark corner of his room, breathing unevenly and stuck inside his own little world where everything was a swirling cesspool of negativity. Since he could just never manage to catch a break, even in his lowest moments. his subconscious had elected this to be an appropriate time in which to remind him of his place. Virgil knew what he really was, a disorder. A mistake that people pay good money to get rid of, and Virgil couldn’t blame them. He would get rid of himself too if the roles were reversed. But self-awareness couldn’t stop the ‘pain and oh god I can’t breathe-’ His dug nails deeper into his scalp, tugging harder on his hair, and bit harder into his lower lip in order to silence his pathetic whimpering, for once in his life just wishing he could do something right and keep quiet as to avoid bothering any of the other sides. Heaven knows he caused enough problems for everyone already and he couldn’t risk projecting onto Thomas. However, these efforts only were proven counterproductive as he continued the downwards spiral to self deprecation. 

Through the storm clouding his mind, Virgil barely managed to register a presence which purposefully, yet gracefully, entered the room and made his way over to the Anxious trait without making any sudden or loud movements that could startle him, sitting criss-cross on the floor. A familiar voice spoke hushed words of love and encouragement, surrounding him like a warm blanket, “I am so proud of how strong you are for getting through this, kiddo-” Patton. Virgil breathed a sigh of relief as the Fatherly trait he admired and cared about so much not that he would ever admit that out loud guided him through some breathing exercises and grounding techniques that they had previously been working on together. ‘…in for four…’ The fog was gradually beginning to clear after some time and he was slowly coming back to himself. Once his breathing had evened out and his shaking had ceased, the anxious facet could feel himself being picked up off the ground, safely cradled inside a strong pair of arms, and then gently laid onto his bed, being tucked under the covers with as much care as one would when dealing with a porcelain doll. He was numb and a little groggy, but warm inside, something he wasn’t accustom to feeling post-panic attack. He usually would be forced to ride it out until he cried himself to sleep; cold and alone. But having Patton there always did make it easier. Not good, he was never good after an attack, but better. Definitely better. Loved.Patton really was a man too good for this world, but the younger of the two didn’t have enough energy to dwell on such thoughts. Instead, he briefly felt a kiss being pressed upon his brow as he began succumbing into a deep and much-needed slumber. The only thought left on his mind being, ‘How does he manage to keep smiling?’

-

Logan doesn’t even want to imagine a life without Patton. That ever-present smile brought with it an air of comfort and this swelling in his chest that he originally believed to be Pericarditis the first time it happened; acting as a reminder to him that maybe not all emotions were so bad after all. Yes, he was pure Logic. Yes, he may insist that he was void of emotion- but that was simply a defense mechanism he had fabricated because deep down, Logan worried that if the others knew he could feel, he would no longer be fit to serve his purpose for Thomas. His job was to be objective, the robot. To draw rational conclusions, memorize vocabulary, facts, and formulas- despite having graduated college years ago because indeed Roman, it is utterly critical for them to remember Pythagorean Theorem, how could you be certain we will never use it again? If he were to use feelings within his decision making process; would he even be Logic anymore? Logic and feelings were mortal enemies and polar opposites, the could never work in harmony without some form of motorization, that’s why he was there to begin with, that was the reasoning for his entire existence; at least, that what he told himself. Because even though he serves as a glorified storage facility for any knowledge that Thomas has accumulated over the span of his life, he knows logically that any of the other sides could overtake his position, meaning that he would no longer serve purpose; that is if he even did already. Patton had an astoundingly larger vocabulary than most would give him credit for. Virgil himself played a part in the functions of the Lateral Frontal Pole, a section of the Frontal Lobe dedicated to reasoning, planning and decision-making. Roman, contradictory to what Logan has said before, is smart; he knows Spanish and has the mind power to create anything from a minute paper clip to something as elaborate as the Mind Palace of a dog. Logan couldn’t do any of that, he could scarcely manage to perform the functions of which he was created to do. He was letting them all down. A choir of negativity sung a melody that spoke to his deeply buried insecurities and pulled them to the surface where they could remind him of his faults and cloud his vision.

But where there is darkness, there must also be light. In his case, that light just so happened to be wearing a turquoise polo and khakis. Patton was by his side exactly when he needed him most sporting that smile that he had come to adore. Patton had no qualms with reminding him that having feelings is indeed logical and necessary for him to achieve an optimum level of functionality. Logan remembers Pythagorean Theorem because he cares about his host and wants him to succeed in life. Logan still knows the Rain Forest Rap verbatim because he is passionate about environmental conservation. Logan learns because it makes him happy. Logan is logic. Logic is driven by feelings. He is functioning exactly as he should. That angelic smile never faltered from Patton’s face as he made sure to remind Logan of these facts as much as was necessary without any form of hesitation or a single hint of annoyance to be seen. With a warm embrace that Logan pretended to not enjoy and that his companion seemed to recognize he needed regardless, Logan could finally breathe without restriction because he was important, he was logic, he was allowed to feel, and he felt happy having Patton’s smiling face to melt his ice heart. Yet, he couldn’t help himself from wondering; 'How does he manage to always keep smiling?’

-

Roman was distraught. Crying was not a very Princely thing to do, but he just couldn’t help himself when all his efforts to do well by Thomas and the other traits, of whom he loved dearly, always seemed to fall short. He would try to produce dreams for Thomas to chase, but they were always unrealistic and unattainable. He only managed to make things worse and set Thomas up for heart break. It was his fault that Thomas and Patton suffered so much after their breakup, because he embodied fanciful thoughts which included their hosts romantic aspirations. Roman put his all into a boy who wasn’t happy with Thomas leading to heartbreak and followed by many months of learning how to put themselves back together after. Even now, long after the end of their relationship, he found himself still fantasizing what it would be like to rekindle their former flame which he was too stupid to let slip into Thomas’s conscious mind which made the healing recovery process begin all over again. Roman had failed them. He was no Prince and he scolded himself for ever trying to villainize Virgil; because he knew the truth. It was Roman himself who was the true villain all along. He merely displaced his own self-loathing onto whomever he possibly could in order to avoid facing a reality that he is now forced to endure. A reality where the truth was that it was he who was the source of everything bad within Thomas. Who was he trying to kid himself, he is the Ego for crying out loud, the source of Thomas’s self-confidence! How is he supposed to embody the self-confidence of a man who has none? He can’t! Everyone assumed that all of Thomas’s insecurities spawned from Virgil, which isn’t wrong but also not necessarily true. The aspects of which each individual side ruled over is much more of a grey area than most seem to realize. Virgil and Logan both embody the left hemisphere of Thomas’s brain, the core of his reasoning. Both provide their own rationale to problems in which they are presented with, some of which aren’t always accompanied the most sound of reasoning Virgil. But in the case of where Roman and said Anxious Angel overlap, they share confidence and self image, or a lack there of. One of the two most assumed to be a narcissistic air-head with an ego so large you would need to buy an extra plane ticket to make room for it in your seat, but that could not be farther from the truth. In fact, as the Creativity it was indeed he himself who had come up with the idea for their 'My Body Negativity’ video.

Roman couldn’t help his bottom lip from quaking or the tears that followed, sliding down his face as he looked in the mirror, hating what he saw in the reflection. That wasn’t a Prince looking back at him, it was a failure. But as he was ready to fall apart, a lovable smile he knew and recognized all too well was right there to put him back together again. Catching him as he collapsed to the ground in despair, Patton aided Roman sin making his way to sit down on the edge of his bed, reciting a list practically the length of 'Order of the Phoenix’ counting off every fantastically wonderful thing about Roman, inside and out, until he was blushing from head to toe and giggling like a child through his depleting tears. The Prince beamed at the praise and admiration showered upon him by the oldest of the Sides. Patton never failed to surprise him with how he could brighten a room, even in the deepest, darkest, depths of the ocean. He couldn’t help himself from asking the man he loved so dearly and thought the world of, “Patton, how do you manage to always keep smiling?” Morality winked back at the Prince and replied “I’ll never tell!”, before briskly exiting the room and giggling as he made his way out.

-

The closer he got to his room, the giggles had drawn out into heaving sobs that shook him to the very core of his being. Patton finally manage to collapse into his bed within the isolation of his room. A place where he could cry freely without having to burden any of the others, who already had so much weighing down on their shoulder, the poor dears. Their lives were hard enough without having to worry about his stupid feelings. His hands formed fists which tugged at his hair while he curled into a ball, rocking back and forth. Alone. For when you’re always supporting and looking out for others, then who is there to support you?

He was never good enough. He never had been and he never will be. Even when trying his best to do good by Thomas and the other embodiments of his personality, he could never sufficiently do his job to keep everyone happy. He was at the core of Thomas’s cheerful feelings, shouldn’t he be able to at least manage this without ruining everything for his companions?

Useless. 

Unlovable. 

Incompetent.

Childish.

Irresponsible. 

How can you manage to always smile when you destroy everything you touch?

In between sobs and dry heaving from becoming so choked up, Patton contrived a faint whisper for no one else to hear; “That’s the secret… I don’t.” 

But what the others don’t know can’t hurt them, right?

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Kiddo Chapter 21 Moodboard

FF.net Mary Margaret has to try and get her stubborn husband and daughter to stay in bed with their colds, David and Emma have very different ideas...

Emma woke up cuddled up on her dad’s chest, it moved slowly up and down, even with her upon it. She could smell his aftershave faintly on his t-shirt, and skin, despite not having put it on for a few days, and the faint smell of something which she could only now associate with the Enchanted Forest, what he had smelt like there, it was one of the same smells that her blanket had always smelt like. It was comforting on her blanket, it was why she always liked to have it near her, she knew she was safe in her dad’s arms. She realised that she didn’t even take up all of the length David’s chest. She just snuggled closer to him, feeling a weird mixture of an adult and a child, well… the child she had never got to be.

She looked over at her mother who was reclined back against several pillows with Neal asleep on her chest, obviously her baby brother had fallen asleep while feeding, and Snow must have fallen back asleep along with him. Emma didn’t want to admit it to herself, or anyone else, but she felt a little jealous of the bond her mother and brother got to have – it was one they had never got to have or would, in all likelihood, ever get to have. She fidgeted on David’s chest, as she continued watching her mother and brother sleep.

David felt a baby fidgeting on his chest, with his eyes still closed he thought that it was Neal, but there was too much fidgeting which is when he opened his eyes and realised it was his older baby. He stroked his hand through Emma’s hair, making her look up at him with her chin resting on his chest. There was just enough light for him to see her adorable little face staring up at him. “Hey, kiddo, how you feeling?”

“I’m bored.”

David chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I meant how’s your cold?” Emma opened her mouth to answer but David quickly interrupted. “And before you tried to deny anything, I’ll remind you that you’re going to be resting anyway, and that I can hear your voice.” He gave her a knowing look and saw how sheepish she looked in response. He chuckled again and kissed her head again. “That bad, huh?”

“Better than I felt in the hospital.” Emma admitted. She looked down at the lion toy which had stayed firmly in her arms, along with her blanket, as she slept and even as she woke. She started to move around the soft toy, making its arms and legs move and its head.

David watched her moving about the toy, he could tell that something was on her mind and that she’d say it when she thought through it, but even if she wasn’t having to think about something it was adorable watching her take comfort in the toy he bought her.

“…. Thank you for finding me…” She mumbled. “…You didn’t have to, put erm, you did, so like, thanks.”

David frowned, and sat up more as he thought about how to word his feelings, he hated that she even felt the need to thank him for doing what literally any moral human would do, let alone that she thought that he didn’t have to. “Oh, kiddo, Em. I did have to. You’re my daughter, I love you, I would do anything for you – and I’ll always find you, no matter how far away you are, or whether you want me to find you or not.” He placed his hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her so that she was cuddled close to his chest again.

Emma opened her hand up enough so that she could cling onto David’s pyjama sweatshirt as well as her lion and blanket. “Love you daddy.” She mumbled against his chest.

“I love you to the moon and back.” David responded hearing her call him that, in conjunction, with the words made his heart melt.

Emma stayed with her head against his chest for a few beats before she looked up at him once more, pouting a little. “I’m bored.” She repeated.

David sighed sympathetically. “I know, but we can’t get out of the bed, you’re sick.” He watched as Emma’s face fell, he felt bad when he saw how disappointed she looked, he glanced over at Mary Margaret and saw that she was still peacefully asleep and would probably remain so for several hours – it had been a long few months- he looked back at Emma and ran his hand through her hair to get her to look back at him. “But, I mean, we do have to do all your medicines still, and mine I guess… and I’m sure you’re hungry, so we could get some cereal too, we may as well eat it on the couch.” He watched her gasp with excitement, he tried to not smile at her kid like way of acting that morning, he just rolled with it as he and Mary Margaret had decided. “I mean, only if you want to, I don’t wanna force you.” He couldn’t stop himself from smiling and looking amused. He quickly put his finger over his mouth before Emma got too excited. His eyes darted to Mary Margaret. “Shhh, we have to be quiet, we don’t wanna wake mommy.”

Emma copied him, putting her finger on her lips, she nodded her head in agreement and whispered. “Yeah, mommy needs to sleep.” She was starting to realise that she had begun to copy calling David and Mary Margaret ‘Daddy and Mommy’, but she didn’t mind, she had been referring to them as that to Neal before she deaged anyway, plus David and Mary Margaret didn’t care if she called them that so she would carry on calling them that until he told her otherwise.

“Okay, let’s go then kiddo,” He collected her into his arms, grabbed her Nemo hoodie from the chair beside the bed and put it onto her. “You got your special things?”

Emma looked at him, she made sure that he wasn’t teasing her, then down at the soft toy lion and her blanket in her hands, she nodded her head. “I got them.”

“Good girl.“ David smiled warmly at her and grabbed his own hoodie, he slipped it on, then stood up with her in his arms. He gently pulled the blanket so it was covering Mary Margaret and Neal a little better, before padding out of the room with Emma still in his arms. “Medicine first then I dump you onto the couch, or I dump you onto the couch then I grab your medicine?”

“Couch first.” Emma decided after a brief deliberation.

“Good choice.” David nodded and walked over to the couch, he sat her down onto the couch and covered her up with the throw, Mary Margaret had already set the heat to turn up automatically at about 5am but David turned it up a little more now that they were both awake. “You find us something to watch, anything you want, I’ll be back in a moment with your medicines.”

“And yours.”

David smiled at her reminding him, he had been planning to take his out in the kitchen but he figured that there wasn’t much difference with him taking it in front of Emma, to try and make a good example in taking it without complaining. “And mine.”

As David disappeared to get the medicines and drinks Emma went to grab the remote from the coffee table where it usually was but it wasn’t there, she turned her head looking around the living room for it, she spotted the remote on top of one of the tallboys beside the couch where she was sat. She stood up on the couch but when she couldn’t reach despite how hard she tried to stretch with her arm up towards it.  She dropped back to sit on the couch with a small frown and pout.

David came back through to the living room, he had figured that it would be easier to place everything on one of the very ugly trays Regina had cursed Mary Margaret to own, he saw that Emma was frowning and her things and the throw were to one side. He placed the tray down on the table and crouched in front of her. “Did you try to wander off and avoid your medicine?” He raised his eyebrow as he spoke.

Emma shook her head, seriously, despite the pout on her face. “No. I was tryna get the stupid remote but it’s too high.” She pointed up at where it had been abandoned.

David’s eyes followed Emma’s finger to where it was pointing. He smiled at Emma and nodded his head. “I’ll grab that for you in a moment, let’s just get this medicine done.”

“You first.” She said determinedly, she crossed her arms over her chest as best she could with her cast still on her arm, and pouted at the sight of the inhaler and spacer along with the other medicine.

David quickly took two of the cold and flu tablets with some juice from his own glass, at least his was tablets, it wasn’t like it had a bad taste or a weird one like Emma’s did. “Okay, I took mine, now it’s your turn.” He told her, giving her a look to show her that he was supporting her but that she couldn’t just get out of it.

They made quick work of her inhaler, and although she complained a little, she otherwise took her medicine fairly quickly – mainly at the promise of being given the remote so she could watch whatever she wanted. David passed her the cup of juice to get rid of the taste of medicine in her mouth, as he was twisting the cap back onto the bottle, Emma lifted the small plastic cup to her lips to drink the strawberry juice, but as she drank she managed to spill half of the drink down her pyjamas, luckily avoiding her lion and blanket as well as the throw.

David saw Emma tipping the drink down herself but wasn’t fast enough to be able to stop her pyjamas from getting soaked. He watched her bottom lip start to wobble as he took the empty cup from her. He stood up, and picked her up into his arms, she hid her head against his shoulder, her wet pyjamas were soaking into his own pyjama top but he didn’t care.

“Sorry.” Emma sniffled.

“Hey,” David soothed as he picked up the tray of thing and carried it to the kitchen, “it’s okay, it was just an accident. You probably needed to be changed anyway, right?”

Emma’s cheeks tinged with pink not so much at David knowing that she needed a new pull up on, but that he had noticed and she hadn’t.

David kissed the top of her head knowing she was probably embarrassed by both things, but it was just one of those things, David and Mary Margaret had no problems at all helping her with anything she needed. “It’s okay.” He walked into the bathroom and placed her down and knelt in front of her. “Em, honestly it’s okay, it’s not a big deal.”

Emma looked up at him and nodded but sniffled a couple more times. “I didn’t mean to it just kinda was too hard to control.”

David nodded his head in understanding. “It was just an accident. Here, let’s get you out of those wet jammies then I’ll quickly grab you some clean things.” As he helped her out of her pyjamas, leaving her in her pull up and vest, he spoke carefully to her. “Maybe it would be easier for you to use that sippy cup Mary Margaret found yesterday?” He suggested wrapping a big fluffy towel around her. “It’s not like Neal needs it just yet, it was just in some gift set, and we get let off bed rest we can get some of your own, you can choose whatever style or patterns you want and feel most comfortable with.”

Emma bit her lip, feeling drowned and vulnerable wrapped in the fluffy towel with her dad still trying to make sure she had some choices in her life. She nodded her head. “Okay.”

David gave a loving smile at her quiet approval, he kissed her curls which had been made crazier with sleep, before he gathered her wet pyjamas and stood up. “I’ll be back in a minute, I’ll just be in the bedroom, I know your mommy left some bits for you in there. If you need me shout.” He waited for her to nod again before he quickly left the room.

He threw the pyjamas into the machine, along with his own damp shirt, then dashed into the bedroom. Before long he was back in the bathroom, with a new pyjama shirt on, and a new pullup and diaper rash cream, an undershirt, and pyjamas for Emma. “Okay, kiddo, let’s get you changed then we can have some breakfast.” He made quick work of changing the diaper, having Neal had given him the ability to quickly change diapers, though Neal’s were normally quick so the baby didn’t try to pee on him (David was sure he did it on purpose and only on him never Snow), this time it was to make Emma not feel quite as embarrassed.

Emma looked down at the pullups as David switched her undershirt for a clean one. “Dory?”

David took a second to realise that Emma was on about the pullup. “Oh, sorry, I just grabbed one from our wardrobe. We got some, well I got them, two packs I figured that it’d be easier to get you to wear this one or the other depending on which age you felt. Sorry, I didn’t even think, do you want me to run up to your room and grab a different pair or are these okay for now?”

Emma shrugged her shoulders still looking down at them. “These are okay, you don’t have to go get different ones.” She actually rather liked Finding Dory since she had seen it, she had watched it with her parents so they knew how much she actually liked it, even if she pretended otherwise. “It has the purple shells on it.”

David smiled, he pulled the long-sleeved pyjama top over her head, it was yellow and had a circle of dark blue with a rocket on it and the words space on it. “It does. I like that bit of the movie, where Dory finds her parents, it reminds me of how happy I was when I opened the door and found you there when you came back from New York. These purple shells stay purple if it’s dry.”

Emma let David put the pyjama pants on her, they were blue like the circle on the top, but were covered in white constellations. “What if they don’t stay dry?”

David shrugged making sure that she was aware that it was no big deal. “Then me or your mother will change you, just let us know, we don’t want you getting diaper rash.”

Emma looked a little worried as David picked her up in his arms again, he dumped the pullup into the bin in the bathroom, they were back into the living room by the time she spoke. “What if I don’t let you know? If I… can’t?” David looked down at her intently as he sat her down on the couch again and covered her in the throw. “I didn’t, couldn’t, really tell when I…” She trailed off awkwardly, “I had trouble learning how to, erm, to be potty trained.”

He saw her cheeks tinged pink and he brushed a curl from her face. “Is this because you’re so small?” He asked her kindly, she nodded her head, obviously embarrassed. “That’s okay, it’s not your fault, Em. Did you have any other,” he purposely searched for a word other than problem, “difficulties, or challenges?”

“A couple of different things, I guess, like I’m sure you’ve noticed my speech isn’t always too good at saying some words and stuff…”

David smiled gently, he and Mary Margaret had noticed that her ‘r’s sounded a little more like ‘w’s, and sometimes she substituted different letters for ones in words – they had worried a little bit but when they had looked into a couple of the parenting and baby books they got when they had gotten back to Storybrooke they had found it was common in younger kids. “That’s okay kiddo, me and your mother can understand you still, and we’ll help you in any way you need.”

“Thanks daddy.”

“No thanks necessary.” David told her sincerely. He gently tapped her bright yellow cast with a smile at her. “Hey, guess what? You get to get this off soon, that’ll make it easier when you have baths, you won’t have to have use reminding you to keep it out of the water.”

Emma smiled but then looked worried. “Will it be scary?” “If it is you’ll have me and mommy right there with you.” He told her, he had never actually broken a bone in this realm so he wasn’t actually sure what the standard practice was, but he knew no matter what Emma would probably be scared of the hospital. “Now, Cap’n Crunch or Lucky Charms?”

“Lucky Charms.”

David smirked. “Are you sure, I managed to convince Mary Margaret to get the peanut butter Cap’n Crunch.” he saw the amused look on her face and rolled his eyes good naturedly, “Okay, I smuggled them in when she wasn’t looking, but she didn’t give me too much grief about them.”

“Lucky Charms have marshmallows in them.”

David rolled his eyes, in his mind Cap’n Crunch were at least a little healthier, especially considering that Emma normally just picked the marshmallows out. “Worth a shot.” He kissed her forehead and stood up.

“Whatever I want?” She asked when the remote was placed into her hands.

“Whatever you want, just no chick flicks, I beg you.”

~OUAT~

David grabbed a normal bowl and a plastic one, the ones they had gotten which would be easier for Emma to hold, not just because she had broken her arm. He figured that if Emma was having Lucky Charms then he may as well have them too, at least he thought about being healthy, plus his had milk on them which was healthy in his eyes. He opened the fridge and grabbed one of the bottle of the PediaSure chocolate milk, there were a couple of other flavours but he figured this one would go down the best.  He poured it into the sippy cup, he was about to make himself some coffee but his eyes flickered to his and his wife’s bedroom, he knew she wasn’t going to be happy about he and Emma not adhering to the bed part of bed rest. He topped up his juice instead, better to play that part on the safe side, and not completely worry his wife.

When he walked back over to her with the food and drinks Emma was sat where he left her, the remote was pointed at the screen, but this time the screen was playing something. It took David a few seconds to register that it was cartoons on the screen. He watched Emma’s eyes flickered to him so he gave her a small smile. “Do you want to watch this?” David asked carefully.

“I…” Emma shrugged her shoulders as she trailed off.

“Okay.” David said cheerfully. He settled down onto the couch beside her, he was a little surprised when Emma moved and sat on his lap without taking her eyes from the screen, when she was comfortable he passed her the smaller bowl of Lucky Charms which he knew better than to put any milk onto. “Comfy?” He asked and smiled as she nodded. “Good. What’s this show then?”

“It’s called Recess.” Emma told him, she quickly launched into an explanation about the show and what it was about, and how she had found a channel doing a marathon of older cartoons from the early 2000’s.

“Do you think that this is what your mommy’s school is like?” David asked her, he knew that she was the Emma who was the Emma whose past he knew… well knew some of… but it was like she was a combination of an adult and a little kid, especially with the enthusiasm she was talking about some cartoons with, and how she giggled at his joke.

“Maybe.” She had been wolfing down her cereal but she was clearly finished. She moved to cuddle closer to David, she felt him holding onto her to make sure that she wasn’t about to fall off the couch as he leant forward to place their bowls down and passed her drink. “Do you think mommy’s going to go back to being a teacher?”

David was still getting used to Emma suddenly feeling comfortable enough to call he and Mary Margaret mommy and daddy, something which would probably have been normal in the Enchanted Forest and even if it hadn’t been they would have been cool with it, so the childish sounding question threw him for a second. “Hmm, I’m not sure.” And he wasn’t. She was still getting recovering from having Neal, and that he was safe, that nothing was going to happen to take him from her, as well as the whole situation with Emma which neither of them were sure how it would culminate, but then he also knew that she genuinely loved teaching. “How would you feel if she did?”

“If… If I’m still like this?” Emma asked, knowing there was a possibility of that, and received a hesitant nod. She wiggled her mouth from side to side as she thought. She sipped her chocolate milk smiling a little at the perfect taste, she couldn’t remember her mom ever buying chocolate milk, so she figured that it was the PediaSure drink- she remembered the off-brand versions she would sometimes be fortunate enough to be bought, though those were normally instead of meals. “She liked it, likes it, teaching kids.”

“But?”

Emma wasn’t sure that there was a but until David asked that she figured what it was which was in the back of her mind. “I’d miss her, lots, and I wouldn’t like not really seeing her or you.”

“I would miss working with you, it might not happen, but if it did your mom and I would make sure that we weren’t working too much. We already have a couple of people helping us out, I’ll hire more people to work there even if you change back. We’ll have more time together as a family, you won’t ever be without at least one of us at some point, we’ll juggle everything about but I can promise you that much.”

“I guess I can live with that.” Emma stated cuddling closer to him. “I mean, for Neal, he’d miss you.”

“I’d miss Neal too, and you, but I’d make sure that I’m mostly with my two favourite people in the world.” He watched her raise her eyebrow. “Your mommy’s a close third, she doesn’t mind, she feels the same – you and Neal are joint first no matter what.” He felt her cuddle closer but her attention was then captivated by the new cartoon starting. He chuckled as he spotted the cartoon version of his wife in the opening of House of Mouse, and was relieved to see the rather useless Disney version of himself was missing.

He knew that they should probably both get back to bed, but Emma was actually watching a cartoon while cuddled up to him and he was reluctant for that to end, they were still resting they were just on the couch. He swivelled around so that his legs were up on the couch and he was reclined as much as he could be in the limited space. They’d move soon, they just had some cartoons to watch before they did.

~OUAT~

Mary Margaret didn’t mean to sleep for as long as she did, but with her husband and daughter tucked safely beside her, and a baby sleeping on her chest, she was very comfortable. She woke up slowly, feeling Neal still asleep on her she kissed the top of his head as she opened her eyes and slowly turned her head toward David’s side of the bed, she gasped and her eyes widened when she didn’t see Emma asleep on David’s chest like she expected to. The bed was empty.

“No. No, no, no.” She felt her heart stop as she thought that Emma had run away again and David had gone to find her. She stood up on autopilot, she placed Neal into his bassinet beside the bed as fast but as safe as possible, then raced out to the main part of the loft to find her phone to be able to ring and try and find out where the hell her husband and daughter were.

Her hands were trembling as she raced to the kitchen island to grab her phone, she was already starting to dial David’s number, when she finally realised that the television. She sprinted over and saw David and Emma cuddled up asleep lying on the couch with some kids cartoons playing.

Her fear was gone, replaced with a brief relief, then frustration at the pair. They were meant to be staying in bed, but more importantly she thought they had gone, that Emma and/or David were missing and hurt, at the very least. She leant down and poked David’s shoulder.

David’s eyes flickered open and was met with his wife’s very displeased face, a face he was sadly only too familiar, it was even worse this time as it was turned onto him. “…Mary Margaret…” His voice was a little crackly from his own cold and it was slurred with sleep. He felt his daughter waking on his chest.

“You’re both going back to bed.” She said firmly without realising that it came off a little cold, taking Emma who was now awake into her arms, she started to walk to the bedroom with David trailing behind.

“…Mommy?” Emma’s voice was just as crackly and slurred as David’s was, but worry filled her at Mary Margaret’s tone, she also felt bad that she had been the one to convince David to let them both to get up.

Mary Margaret took a deep breath. “Emma, this isn’t up for debate or discussion, and right now I just need for you to listen to me and do as I say. I’m very disappointed in both of you, you’re both meant to be on bed rest because you’re ill and it’s a miracle that you’re not still in the hospital with hypothermia or worse. So I really, really, recommend that you just do as I say without talking.”

Emma shrunk into herself, it stung to know that her mother was disappointed in her, she didn’t say a word even as Mary Margaret placed her into the bed and piled blankets onto her.

Mary Margaret left without saying another word, she needed to take a minute, but she was almost certain that David would follow her but she’d much rather that than Emma following her.

Emma fidgeted in the bed, she wanted the blanket and lion which had been left on the couch, but didn’t want to say it. She wanted to be better and to be able to go out, she kind of wanted to go to the park and play on the swings, she wanted to watch cartoons with her dad again, and to introduce her mother and brother to the cartoons she and David had been watching – but most of all she didn’t want her mom to be disappointed or upset with her.

David watched the curtain ‘door’ shut again behind his irate wife. He looked at Emma and gave her a sympathetic smile, before he placed his hand onto her head as a sign of comfort, though it did little to help. “It’s okay Em.”

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I made you get out of bed.” She mumbled a quick but sincere apology.

David shook his head. “You didn’t make me do anything. I’m your daddy, and we were resting, just…” He sighed. “Just stay here while me and Mary Margaret talk, we’ll both be back in a few minutes, I promise.”

~OUAT~

“Go back to bed David.” Mary Margaret said firmly when she heard her husband’s footsteps leaving the bedroom heading towards her. She didn’t bother to turn around from where she stood in the kitchen to face him as she spoke.

“Mary Margaret?” He sighed as she ignored him. “Mary Margaret. Snow.”

Mary Margaret sighed in frustration but finally turned around. “What?” She felt a little bad when she realised how venomous she sounded but David already started to speak so she couldn’t take it back no matter how much she wanted to or felt bad about it.

“I’m sorry I scared you. It was my choice to let Emma get out bed because she looked so disappointed when I said that we had to rest, I didn’t think of how worried you would be after yesterday, and I shouldn’t have let Emma get out of bed before you were awake…”

“But?”

David took a deep breath. “But…” He took a few steps closer to Mary Margaret and took hold of her hands it was a good sign when she didn’t shake him off or step away. “I made sure Emma was resting, she didn’t even take a single step, I carried her the entire time, and resting on the couch is just as good as the bed. I know that it was worrying, and I am sorry for worrying you… but I made sure she had her medicine, and gave her some breakfast, changed her diaper, and her pyjamas when she spilt her juice down herself, I even gave her one of those PediaSure shakes and got her to drink it in the sippy cup without kicking up a fuss because she can’t properly control the little plastic cup. We were only a room away from you.” He gave her his loving but firm smile. “I’m her parent too. I would never put her in danger, you trust me so trust that I would always look after her, I didn’t do anything wrong other than scare you.”

Mary Margaret gave a big sigh, then gave him a nod and looked down, disappointed in herself. Emma was just as much his child as she was hers, he was an amazing father to her daughter no matter Emma’s age, she shouldn’t have taken her fear out on him. She glanced over at the closed curtains and bit her lip, it was only now that she was calming herself that she realised how she had spoken to Emma, she needed to talk to her again.

David gently moved and tipped her chin back to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

Mary Margaret sighed gently, she wrapped her arms around his waist, and he responded in kind, she leant up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips gently. “I’m sorrier. I should have checked the other rooms before I started to freak out, I just assumed the worst after yesterday… but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you or Emma.” She managed to hold off at least a few seconds before asking her husband how their daughter seemed to him that day. He, of course, told her how she was health wise, but Mary Margaret knew her husband was thinking of how to tell her something, so she just watched him and let him figure it out.

“She’s…” he sighed as he searched for the right words, his hand rubbed the back of his neck, and he sighed again. “She’s changing. She’s like a mixture of the two Emma’s. She keeps calling the two of us mommy and daddy, and wanted to watch cartoons, and then told me all about them. She won’t put the lion toy I got her down, or her baby blanket… she seemed rather uneasy when you put her to bed without them.” He smirked when she looked a little guilty at his mock accusatory tone, even when annoyed she wouldn’t have left them on the couch had she known how attached to them Emma had become.

“We’ll have to remember to grab it for her before we go join her again.” There was no way that she was going to forget that if it made Emma feel more comfortable. “It was pretty adorable, seeing you two cuddled up… did she really pick cartoons?”

David grinned his charming smile, the one which still made her legs go weak. “Yeah…She also asked if you were ever going to go back to being a teacher too, even if she stays a little kid.” Her eyebrows shot up at that. “I told her that you enjoy it, so you might one day. But if that happens that we’re going to make sure that at least one of us are always with her and Neal. And that we’d make time to be together as a family… if Emma stays the size she is…”

“Or becomes more like a little kid.” Mary Margaret finished. They were silent for a minute. “David?”

His wife’s voice was barely above a whisper and he didn’t have to ask what her question was going to be, he felt the same, but he asked regardless. “Yes dear?”

“What do we do if Emma changes into a child completely.”

David had been wondering the exact same thing especially as he and Emma watched the cartoons. He could tell that Mary Margaret was trying not to worry, he knew her as well as he knew himself, she needed to be given a plan. “I guess… I guess we just finally get to raise her. If it does happen Regina will have shown us Emma’s fake memories, so at least she won’t feel hurt that we don’t know what she’s talking about, we’ll adapt the loft because Emma’s already a hell raiser so can you imagine how much trouble she’d be if she’s this size and a kid?” He smirked and let out a breath of laughter but was glad to see her give a small smile. “If you want to work part time, or full time, or be a stay at home mom, or I want to do any of that, we’ll sort it out later. We can do this. But, but maybe Regina will find something, or Belle, or Gold. Or even Blue.” That bit sounded stronger in his head. “We can do this, together, as a family.”

“We always do.” She leant up and gently kissed his lips and placed her hand upon his chest. “We need to get you to bed, you’re sick too, but just let me talk to Emma first? Please?”

“Of course.” David agreed, she started to walk back to the room, but David quickly took hold of her hand pulling her back to him. “I’m guessing Emma and I aren’t going to be allowed out of bed again today?”

She gave him a patient smile. “You can tomorrow.” She quickly grabbed the lion and blanket from the couch, and passed David, she headed into the bedroom through the curtains which hung closed.

~OUAT~

Mary Margaret almost ran into Emma as she entered the master bedroom. Instead of lying in the bed where she had been left, Emma was stood at Neal’s crib, she looked up at Mary Margaret sheepishly when she realised that she was there.

“I… I’m sorry.” Emma mumbled, she didn’t want to let her mother down any more than she had by getting out of the bed in the first place. She bit her lip and fidgeted, looking up at her mom as though she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and she felt as young as she looked. “Nealy woke up, and you and daddy were still talking, I was just talking to him, I’m sorry for getting out of bed again.”

Mary Margaret frowned realising that Emma really thought that she was angry with her. She crouched down in front of Emma, she placed the toy and blanket under her arm and gently took hold of Emma’s hands so she could keep her attention. “I’m not mad sweetie. Emma, you don’t have anything to apologise for, I do. I was just scared when I didn’t wake up with you beside me, I thought that you had disappeared again,” she held her hand up to stop Emma from apologising again, “it’s okay you don’t have to apologise again.”

She gently picked her daughter up and carried her over to sit on her lap on the bed so that she was facing her. She handed Emma her lion and blanket before brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Sweetie, you know when Neal was born and Zelena took him, and then it was very hard for me and daddy to put him down or let him leave our sight?” She asked slowly and carefully, she knew Emma was acting like a mix of an adult and a child so she was trying pitch it for a suitable tone.

“Yeah.” Emma nodded remembering how only a select few were even allowed to hold him, they had both gotten better with him, and now they weren’t overprotective of him out of the ordinary. “You only let me hold him, or sometimes Henry, but we had to be careful ‘cause he’s only a baby.”

“Yes, and you’re very good with him, he loves you so much.“ Mary Margaret smiled gently at her, she really was talking like a little kid, but her memories hadn’t changed so Mary Margaret was beginning to wonder if this was just the next stage in the deaging. She stroked her thumb down Emma’s knuckles, to get Emma to look back at her instead of at her brother’s crib, she kept the loving smile on her face. “But it took some time for us to get used to knowing that Neal would be safe if we weren’t always around him and that he wasn’t going to disappear again. We feel the same about you, it really scared us when we couldn’t find you, we would feel the same no matter how old or young or big or small you are. So, it’s going to take us a little time to get used to letting you out of our sight too. I’m sorry for freaking out at you and your father, I can’t promise that I won’t get worried again but I will try my best to think things through and actually search for you if that does happen-“

“-Then you’ll freak out.” Emma lightened the mood with a small joke, but there was a touched look on her face which couldn’t be hidden, she already knew her mother loved her as much as Neal… but there was just something which suddenly seemed even more to her – as though the love was completely filling her up. It was so uncomplicated, pure and selfless love, Emma led her head against Mary Margaret’s chest.

Mary Margaret smirked at Emma’s joke but happily cuddled her daughter closer to her. “Then I’ll freak out, but Emma I won’t be mad at you, I promise.”

Emma just smiled and didn’t pull away from the closeness of the cuddle, she felt secure and comforted with having her mother not just near her, but her arms wrapped around her.

~OUAT~

Emma and Mary Margaret sat cuddling and listening to Neal gently cooing in his crib as he looked up at his sheep mobile.

Emma adored her little brother but she found herself loving the individual attention from her mother, it was quite nice not having to share her mommy for once, she relaxed even more as Mary Margaret stroked her hair it was something which always relaxed her.

Emma was just about to ask where David was, and why he didn’t have to stay in bed like she did, when suddenly he called through from behind the bedroom curtain.

“Are you two done talking now?” David called from behind of it. “I’m bored. Can you let me in?”

Mary Margaret rolled her eyes good naturedly. “Typical.” She whispered to Emma before she tucked Emma into the middle of the bed and walked over to the curtain. “And why can’t you let yourself in?” There was laughter in her voice as she walked over, she pulled the curtain open and smiled when she saw David standing holding the television box and screen in his arms.

“Em and I were enjoying watching our cartoons, weren’t we kiddo?” He placed the tv and box on the dresser which stood opposite the bed and between the curtained entrance ways. He turned back around and smiled as Emma was nodding enthusiastically and Mary Margaret tries her hardest to look displeased but he knew he was back in her good books from the smile in her eyes which was fighting to get onto her face too. “It’s either this or we revolt and I reckon we’d win the uprising.”

“Yeah, we can get Neal on our side too, he needs to watch them too.” Emma grinned as her mother scooped Neal up into her arms, headed back to the bed, then in one swift motion she picked Emma up and then sat back where she had been with both Emma and Neal on her lap.

David smiled at the sight of his wife and kids cuddled together, Mary Margaret caught his eye and they shared a smile, yes two of the four members of the family were sick, but it was still a nice day. David quickly set the television back up and the old cartoons returned to the screen. David climbed back into bed and Emma’s eyes stayed on the screen as she moved to cuddle up on his lap.

“Can I hold Nealy? Pretty please mommy?” Emma asked as the episode of The Rugrats came to an end.

Mary Margaret smiled gently down at Emma, she leant down to drop a kiss onto Emma’s forehead, then did the same to Neal. “Okay, but you let your daddy help you, okay?” She wasn’t sure if Neal would be too heavy in Emma’s little arm. She waited for David to get Emma into position then placed Neal onto Emma’s lap with both Emma and David supporting his head and body.

“Hiya Nealy.” Emma smiled down at his blue eyes, she beamed as he cooed up at her, though she was relieved when her mother saved her hair from being tugged on she was also happy Neal was becoming more curious and therefore more interesting. She started to talk to him about the new cartoon which was on the screen but eventually she drifted off into silence, only speaking every so often about the show.

But eventually she became lost in her thoughts. “I had a bad dream before I ran away.” She told them breaking her own silence, her parents looked down at her but stayed quiet to let Emma speak, so she continued. “I was at home, then my old social worker turned up and she had this big file, which the social workers always turn up with before I was moved. When I woke up I found the file by accident, I wasn’t snooping, I promise.”

“It’s okay kiddo, we know you weren’t, it’s okay.” David soothed her childish worry, he kissed the top of her head, and waited for her to continue.

“I found the file, and I couldn’t read it properly, just my name. But it was like the file in my dream, and the ones which were always around when I ended up in hospital… I tried to take some breaths and calm down, but then the pictures falled, fell, out. I thought you were sending me away,” her ending sentence was a whisper, “I don’t want to be without my mommy and daddy… I don’t want you to send me away.”

“That will never happen.” Mary Margaret told her firmly. “Ever.” David added.

“Emma,” Mary Margaret placed her hand on her cheek so she could look into her green eyes which were sparkling with tears, “please never run away from us again. Please come and talk to us, if any ever makes you want to run again, come and talk to us. It doesn’t matter what time of the day it is, you could wake us up on the hour every hour, during the middle of the night and we wouldn’t mind.”

“We’d just have to keep you in our bed with us so you actually get some rest.” David added with a jokey smile, though he wasn’t joking, in fact he would rather she stay in his sight at all times considering how worried he and his wife had been when Emma had run.

“I don’t have my real file here and I think they lied in it.” Emma told them as her eyes were fixed looking down at her baby brother who her father was still helping her hold. “They blamed me for everything, even if it wasn’t my fault, or I didn’t mean to.”

“Nothing that happened was your fault, baby.” Mary Margaret promised in a soothing voice.

Emma nodded her head, but it was a nice reminder, she found without them she would often start to blame herself for things. “Can you ask Regina to make another dreamcatcher for me, for my real memories, not my other ones? So that you can see what really happened… if you want… they can get pretty scary.”

Mary Margaret gave her a water smile, David took Neal from Emma’s arms, then Mary Margaret took her into her own arms and cuddled her baby girl close. “Of course we will Emma. Me and daddy are never leaving you, no matter what the bad people did to you, and you’re never going to have to go through that again.”

 ~OUAT~

They spent the rest of their day watching cartoons with Emma and Neal, along with some animated movies such as The Princess and the Frog, and Tangled which Emma was singing along with as best she could with her sore throat. Mary Margaret had both David and Emma eating soup for lunch and dinner, though at dinner she had deemed them both better enough to have grilled cheese with them, which also made it easier to convince Emma to take her night time medicine.

Mary Margaret had also left the room to talk to Regina when she called, Regina had found the person who had made the ice castle, a queen from a faraway land who had come through with Emma and Hook from Gold’s vault. Mary Margaret was proud to see the progress her step mother had made when she told Mary Margaret that she had become friends with the woman who specialised in ice magic, and was helping her to find her sister. Mary Margaret had also assured Regina that Emma was going to be okay, and Regina had assured Mary Margaret that Emma would be mostly a mixture of an adult (as much as Emma could ordinarily be described as one, Regina had quipped) and child, with completely childish days where Emma would have her separate memories. When she returned to the room she was slightly surprised that Emma hadn’t asked her who was on the phone or what it was about, but she was happy that Emma wouldn’t have another thing to worry about.

Both Emma and Neal were fast asleep by 7:30, it was as David and Mary Margaret cuddled in front of a movie more to their taste than their kids’ that Mary Margaret told him about the phone call, and that she had done as Emma had asked and asked Regina to make a dreamcatcher so David and Mary Margaret could see Emma’s true memories before they learnt of her fake ones. Regina had promised to be around the next day, with her new friend, Henry, and a dreamcatcher.

 ~OUAT~

As a knock at the front door thudded, gently enough to try not to wake the younger residents of the home but loud enough to announce their arrival, it was clear that it was a fellow set of parents knocking.. Emma stirred, Mary Margaret stood from the bed, with Neal still nestled in her arms, to answer it, and David was left to hope that Emma would fall back asleep then sleep through until night time.

“Who’s ’at?” Emma asked, as she stirred from her sleep, her voice slurred as she fought sleep which tried its hardest to reclaim her.

David’s voice was barely above a whisper but it vibrated through his chest as he quietly spoke and stroked Emma’s hair to try and get her back to sleep. “Shhh, it’s okay kiddo, it’s just Ella and Thomas.” He felt her head tilt to the side so he could tell she was confused. “Ashley and Sean.” He reminded her gently, after the second curse had broken some of the Storybrooke residents had decided to change their name back to their original ones, he knew that his wife had been thinking about changing her name back to Snow before everything with Emma had happened, but now she had bigger things to think about that deciding about a change of name. “Alexandra’s three but she’s pretty big for her age, and you’re pretty small, so Ella offered to drop some stuff around Alexandra’s outgrown just until we can take you shopping. Go back to sleep sweetheart.”

“Gonna go say hi?” Emma mumbled, but David stroking her hair was making her very sleepy, her thumb went up to near her mouth and she hesitated for a half second before putting it into her mouth.

David smiled down gently at her thinking she would be awake long enough for David to even carry her to the doorway of the bedroom. “Maybe next time.” He said softly, he felt his daughter nod her head and within a minute Emma was fast asleep once more.

David stayed awake until his wife was back into the room, he watched her place Neal in his crib at the end of the bed, and change into her own pyjamas before climbing into bed beside him. David turned his head and kissed her lips, just as softly and slowly as full of love, then rested his forehead against hers. Emma was still curled upon his chest, and Mary Margaret wrapped her arm around him, and Emma by extension. The next day they would be learning about their daughter’s real past. They wanted, no needed, to know. But it was going to hurt them, which they could handle, and their daughter even more so, which they couldn’t. They led for a while, enjoying the calm between the storm while it was there, until they too eventually fell asleep hoping that both of their kids would stay asleep for as long as possible.

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As soon as you step foot into India, there is an inevitable buzz that seeps into your bones. Maybe it’s the overwhelming amount of people, smells, colorful sarees, or the hot climate.. but as soon as I took my first auto rickshaw ride back from the airport I got that sweet buzz and sentimental feeling. Riding through empty streets in the morning morning and observing early risers sitting on their doorstep sipping on chai... Ah, to be back in India.

I first come to Chennai because my best friend’s family lives here. It is a home away from home, and there are some special people who live here who really are like family. The house sits adjacent to a local train line and sometimes I like to sit on the roof and watch the trains go by and watch the college students casually stand in the doorways of the train. The house is also in a line of other colorful homes that friends and cousins live in. If not careful, it’s easy to walk home and be invited to each house for a chat and a chai.. always making me full for the next meal at home. Pictured below from left to right: Amama (grandma), tha tha (grandpa), me, and Chitthi (aunt). In Chennai they speak Tamil, one of many Indian languages. I know maybe 25 words, which is enough to surprise people and communicate about important things.

A three hour nap and lunch separated my ride home from the airport and a 6 hour train journey to Bangalore. The train is warm and breezy with open windows, and noisy with a full car and even filled with passengers who did not reserve a seat. I’ve never been on public transportation that serves more food than trains in India.. every 45 minutes someone walks by with Briyani (rice dish), Dosa (crepe), fried snacks, coffee, chai, etc.. it’s heaven for those who like to eat when they are bored.. me! But despite all of these distractions, I was completely content staring out the window for hours looking out on Tamil Nadu’s rice fields, tropical forests, and rocky hills.

If I had to describe Bangalore in one word it would be: Traffic. This is one of the fastest growing cities in India, as it is a huge IT hub with great jobs and colleges. The bustling city really makes you aware of just how many people there are in India.. there are always so many people. Everywhere. But Bangalore has beautiful tall buildings, parks, and good food. I was able to visit an art museum in the city and see old traditional Indian instruments and some of the oldest artifacts I’ve probably ever seen in my life. We also went to some beautiful temples, one which had a big golden archway above the gods. In the main hall there was a Kirtan happening (musical and chanting gathering), which was moving for all. Photos can’t be taken in the temples. Finally- we went on a safari outside of Bangalore which kept my jaw dropped at the many animals that approached our vehicles almost too close for comfort.

The best part about Bangalore was the hospitality that we received from new friends. A cousin’s friend and his family lives in Bangalore and they did not hesitate to host us for three nights in their home when they heard we were coming to the city. This is something very different from the US- how truly welcome you are into a strangers home and how selfless they are to give you the best experience. Senthir and Savi went out of their way to make sure we had proper transportation for our travels. Savi made me my favorite foods (baby idli and upma) and the absolute BEST coffee when I’d wake up at 5am. We enjoyed big family meals seated on the floor of their common room. Which interestingly is where many families sleep together. Yes- in India it is very common for entire families to sleep together in the floor with blankets and mats, as it is known to be better for your back and to sleep close with children.

I have to comment on the cutest kiddos I got to spend time with. Since most families all live near each other or sometimes in the same building, mom, dad, siblings, nieces, nephews, and cousins are all just a few steps away which meant more coffee and chai! It was such a treat to watch these kids interact. They all speak perfect English at an early age. And although the TV is in the common room and smart phones are available, these kids are incredibly creative and active. We spent hours playing games, doing yoga, making art with lights on the walls, running around the streets, and even practicing some yoga that they learn in school. It seems as if kids here are so much more aware of their surroundings, emotionally stable, and appreciative of simple joys. It was a great reminder for me..

Our travels to Bangalore also brought us on a day trip to Mysore, a city I have known about after practicing Ashtanga yoga. No, I did not visit the shala as there were so many other things to see. The highlight of course being the Mysore Palace. Now I have been to some of the most beautiful places in Europe, but nothing compares to this. The silver doors, golden seats, furniture with carved ivory and precious jewels almost seemed fake. Each room with its own colorful tile work creates an ambiance of extravagance. The detail in the ceilings, which is also unique to every room, must have taken the entire city to complete. But mostly- the space of the palace: giant rooms with high ceilings, and some rooms have just three walls, with the fourth side being completely open to the city surrounding the grounds. It was magnificent.

Mysore is also home to famous temples, and for one in particular, Chamundeshwari temple, we traveled to the top of the mountain to get there, as it sits above the city of Mysore. Tasting the food in Mysore made me appreciate the slight differences in common South Indian foods as you move from city to city. Even the language in Bangalore and Mysore is completely different just a few hours away from Tamil Nadu. What a way to start this trip.. but it feels good to finally be back home in Chennai with Amamas home cooking and a familiar roof to sit on. Spending the weekend locally but apparently traveling to an ancient city to the south early next week..

[teamfreewill-imagine]

Happy Birthday, Sweetie

Summary: It’s Katie’s 5th birthday, and you’re excited to give your daughter her present. Words: 1.5k Sam x Reader, Dean, Katie (OC) Warnings: none, but this is unbetad and I haven’t even proofread it so I mean...

Daddy!Sam Masterpost

You woke up when the mattress jostled beside you. Sam murmured a small ‘shit’ as he realised his movements had roused you, and you blinked up at him, smiling sleepily.

“What time is it?” you asked, your voice low and rough from sleep.

“A little after five,” he replied, and you groaned, burying your face back into your pillow.

Sam laughed fondly, pulling on a shirt before leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

“I know, baby,” he sighed. “Dean and I have to go and get Katie’s present ready.”

You turned your head to face him as he stepped into his jeans.

“At 5am?” you questioned, and he laughed at your evident disgust.

“Kate will be asleep for another hour at least, and the store agreed to let us in early because we bought it already, we’re just picking it up,” he reminded you, and you nodded, watching with appreciation as he pulled his jeans up over his ass.

He caught you looking, smirking as he leaned in to place a light kiss to your lips.

“Maybe if we wear her out enough today we can have a little party of our own tonight?” he offered, and you hummed happily as he kissed you again.

“Or convince Uncle Dean to take her camping again,” you offered, and he laughed, shrugging into his jacket.

“It’s gonna get below freezing. You want my brother to sleep it rough in the freezing cold just so we can get it on?” he asked, and you laughed, shaking your head. “If it comes to it, he can have her for another sleepover.”

“Okay,” you agreed, closing your eyes and letting sleep pull you back in. “See you later.”

You heard him step into his shoes before leaving the room silently, allowing you to get as much sleep as you could before your daughter came in screeching about her birthday.

It was precisely 6:23am that your daughter ran into your room, jumping onto your bed and bundling you awake.

“It’s my birthday, Mommy!” she was squealing, over and over until you sat up rubbing at your eyes with your fingertips.

“It sure is, sugarplum,” you smiled sleepily, leaning against the headboard and sitting her on your lap. “Happy birthday, Katie Cat.”

She grinned, kissing you with an exaggerated ‘mwah’ sound.

“Where’s Daddy?” she asked, frowning at his empty side of the bed. “And Unca Dean?”

“They’ll be back soon,” you promised, before what she said really sunk in. “Young lady, did you try and wake up your uncle before you came to Mommy?”

She giggled, shrugging noncommittally.

“You’re a monkey,” you sighed, moving to get out of bed, depositing your daughter on the floor so you could move freely.

“Whattaya doin’?” she asked as you walked to your wardrobe and picked out some clothes.

“Getting ready,” you told her, placing the clothes on the bed before reaching to her hand. “C’mon kiddo, we’ve gotta get washed.”

She pulled a face, taking your hand anyway. “Don’t want a baff, Mommy.”

“Then we’ll have a shower,” you offered, and she grumbled about it while she reluctantly followed you to the bathroom.

You were helping your daughter get dressed, still only in a towel yourself, when you heard Sam and Dean return to the bunker, talking in hushed voices.

Katie was too caught up with getting the buttons on her shirt done up to notice, so you started humming to try and drown out the noise her father and uncle were creating a few rooms down.

You got her to turn around as you pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

She huffed in discomfort as you used a comb to get the tight curls smooth, but she didn’t complain at all, always preferring to have her hair like this over having you braid it.

“You look cute, baby,” you assured her.

She grinned as she turned back to face you, standing up and smoothing down her clothes.

You took in her outfit, smiling at the choices she made - plaid shirt and faded jeans - looking like her daddy and uncle.

“When’s Daddy home?” she asked, just in time for Sam to knock on the bedroom door.

“He’s already here,” you grinned, “Come in!”

Sam opened the door, and Katie jumped off the bed to run to him.

Sam laughed, swooping her up into his arms and pressing kisses all over her face.

“Who’s this young lady?” he teased, holding her on his hip with one arm. “Can’t be my daughter, my daughter is not this grown up.”

“It’s me, Daddy,” she insisted, “Katie Cat.”

“My Katie Cat is only four years old,” he continued, and you walked over to them, wrapping your arm around his waist. “This little lady is almost a grown-up.”

“I’m five,” she informed him. “It’s my birfday.”

Sam gasped, blowing a raspberry against her cheek, causing her to giggle and grab his face, keeping him still.

She planted a loud kiss to his lips, and you smiled as a huge grin covered Sam’s face.

“Happy birthday, sweetie,” he told her before turning to place a kiss to the top of your head, squashing your hair down with his face.

“Stop that,” you chuckled, motioning to your daughter. “What do you think of Kate’s clothes? The birthday girl chose them herself.”

Sam’s eyes flicked over her, the grin growing impossibly wider.

“You dressin’ like Daddy?”

She nodded proudly, and you let go of Sam so he could crouch and put Katie down.

“Wanna go get your present?” he asked, and she nodded enthusiastically.

“Please please please.”

You and Sam took each of her hands and walked her through to one of the spare rooms that was previously gathering dust.

Dean opened the door when Sam knocked, grinning at his niece and pinching her cheek.

“Happy birthday, baby Winchester.”

“Not a baby,” she corrected, bubbling with excitement.

Dean looked at you, and you nodded, giving him permission to open the door wider and show her what was inside.

Along an entire wall was a spacious wooden hutch, hay covering the floor as well as a hay feeder at the side, and lots of toys and runs leading up to an inclosed area.

The sight of it confused your daughter, and you let go of her hand so that Sam could lead her further into the room.

You closed the door behind you, hanging back with Dean as you watched Katie move curiously towards the hutch.

“Hold this,” Sam told her, handing over two slices of green pepper.

She took them without question, but a small frown was still on her face until Sam opened the door to the inclosed area of the hutch and gently brought out a warm ball of grey fur.

Your daughter gasped, trying to hold back a squeal so as not to scare the creature in Sam’s arms.

“It’s a bunny?” she whispered, and Sam grinned.

“Yeah, baby.”

“Who’s is it?” she asked, looking at him with big, hopeful eyes.

“She’s yours, sweetheart,” he told her, and your heart skipped at the excitement on her face. “Happy birthday.”

Katie held out a piece of the pepper, gasping again as her new pet sniffed it before happily crunching it into her mouth.

“I love her,” she whispered, looking up at Sam before turning her head to you and Dean. “But Unca Dean said ‘No pets in th’ bunker’?”

Dean laughed lowly.

“Uncle Dean has made an exception for his favourite niece,” he told her, and she grinned, concentrating on getting to know the gorgeous new addition to your family.

“So we’re not telling her that Uncle Dean happens to be a sucker for bunnies?” you teased, and he elbowed you playfully.

“You got a name for her, little one?” Dean asked, and Katie nodded, petting her carefully as she crunched on the other piece of pepper.

“Wanna call her Poppy please,” she told you, and you smiled.

“That’s a pretty name,” you assured her, causing her smile to grow wider. “Do you like your present, baby?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, leaning up to kiss Sam’s cheek in thanks. “I love her.”

You left Katie and Dean to play with Poppy while you went to prepare a late breakfast - late seeing as you’d spent hours socialising with the new pet.

“Hey,” Sam murmured, walking in behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I think we did good.”

You hummed in agreement, turning to face him and draping your arms over his shoulders.

“We made our daughter very happy,” you mumbled, leaning up to kiss him. “That’s all I ever want.”

He smirked, kissing you again before whispering in your ear.

“I spoke to Dean on the way back from the pet store,” he told you, his warm breath sending shivers up your spine. “He’s having a Disney sleepover with Katie tonight.”

You pulled back, biting your lip as you looked into his gorgeous eyes.

“So we have a child-free night?” you clarified, and he nodded, kissing you soundly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

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