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snowbellewells · 4 years ago

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@thisonesatellite This fic is sweet and adorable beyond words, and just what everyone needs to read to unwind once they’ve made it through a tiring Monday. I love that you brought Ginger back - and that she has found her True Love.

I just love the way the story is in Ginger’s point of view as well. Her take on Emma and Killian, the newcomer Fred - and his delicious scent! 😆, and the general human silliness she doesn’t fully understand (the important Lawn Ornaments! 😝) Poor Fred has been through some things, that much is clear in his depiction, but you finish the story knowing that he has found the best of homes and the best of people now. It makes perfect sense that neither Killian nor Emma could leave him to his fate at the shelter, and that they would have to take him into their family. It really makes me love them just that much more. ❤️❤️❤️

This is really brilliant and such a feel good fic!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @profdanglaisstuff!!!!!!!!!!!!

So.

The other day @profdanglaisstuff threw this pic at me. Yes, THREW. And i thought, oh, fuck darn, Ginger is going to get a sequel. Isn’t she. Because – i mean.

LOOK AT THAT BOI.

And then Saira ENCOURAGED this lunacy, even though there are multichapter insanities AND nanowrimo, but yes, ALSO HER BIRTHDAY, so, what was i to do? Leave this gorgeous canine fic-less?

No.

Not with Ginger barking her ass off in the background.

So, without further ado, i present to you:

Astairway to Heaven

(Yes. i named it that On Purpose.)

Summary: Do you remember Ginger?

She hopes you do.

She’s back for another installment. So here are Emma and Killian, through the eyes of a dog with Opinions™.

This is so fluffy it hurts. You have been warned.

As mentioned, it’s a sequel to …between a rock and a bark place - and i think you do need to read that first. (It’s really short.)

A/N: @profdanglaisstuff - just like you, i am faced with the impossible task of finding words to describe what our friendship means to me, and i am failing. Mostly because the task is IMPOSSIBLE. In any language. (And German was supposed to have a word for everything!)

So let me just say this: You are my people. First and foremost and more than anyone else. You are my twin, my other half, and the Keeper Of The Brain. You are the friend i have waited for all of my life, my enabler of choice, and the master of scalpels, phrases, and yes, PLOT, DAMN YOU, and i love you. SO MUCH.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

(It’s a minute past midnight here. That’s gotta count.)

Addendum - (so sorry, it WAS midnight, that’s not my best time) - but i forgot to say: THANK YOU @katie-dub for the beta duties, you were invaluable. And also, everyone: Saira pitched the name for the dog. When she threw that pic at me. See how enable-y she is? There are no defenses against her. 😘😘😘

i’m using the standard tag list for this, i hope that’s OK.

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ASTAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

I met the love of my life on a cold day. Well, I didn’t meet him, exactly, we were introduced.

Actually, he was brought to me. Kind of.

I can see I’m confusing you already, I’m sorry. I’m kind of loopy in love, let me start over.

You remember me, right? Ginger? Who lucked out and found a home with Emma, the best human in the world, after being tied to the side of Route 412?

And who managed (through a risky plan with no regard for life and limb) to get Emma and this other human named Killian together after they had been making googly eyes at each other for months?

Ah, I see you do remember. Good.

OK. Where was I?

Oh, right. The love of my life.

Keep reading

#cs fic #cs fic rec #astairway to heaven #CS fluff #with dogs #irresistible ff #major CS #fic rec #thisonesatellite

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thisonesatellite · 4 years ago

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A Self-promo Sunday game

i was tagged by the ever fantabulous @profdanglaisstuff --- thank you so so so much! 💖💖💖

Rules: Just for fun this Sunday, let's talk about our personal favourites of our own fics.

Not the ones we necessarily think are the “best.” The ones we go back and reread again and again (because if you don’t reread your own fics what are you even doing?), or the ones we wrote for something or someone special, or the ones that were most difficult to write and just make us proud when we think about them? Whatever criteria you choose, just talk a bit about the fics of yours that you really like.

All right, here we go!

it's our scars that give us character

This is only the second fic i ever wrote, but i think it still holds up, and i just really like this version of Killian. Plus, this was the first time a character -- in this case: Ruby -- stomped, yes, STOMPED out onto the page and demanded to be written, and it was So. Much. Fun.

i go back to it 80% for the sassy!Ruby, ngl. And 20% for the Killian.

OK. 70/30.

FINE. 50/50, but that is my final offer. 😂

This is not the End of the World - series

Look. i love me a good dystopia. That is no secret. But -- even though this may be the bleakest world i ever created -- the two oneshots in this series somehow ended up being the softest and most connected version of E&K i ever brought to the page and i just-- i kinda like it, you know?

All The Darkness In The World

This is a fic i wrote for @csrolereversal - where i was paired with the wonderful @darkcolinodonorgasm. She made a pic set that just sent me down a rabbit hole, only to come back up with 1238 words of my take on Darkness (and a happy end).

i go back to this sometimes simply because i think i managed to turn a few nice phrases and images, and because it's a sandbox in which i don't usually play.

we kill the flame

i don't know that i will ever be able to combine world-building, characters, complicated plot boa constrictors, pace, beats, setup, climax, and payoff in quite that way again. Every MC of mine so far has been the product of blood, toil, tears, sweat, and all of the above, but this one just--- sings in a different key. i don't know how else to put it.

i go back to it sometimes when i feel like nothing i write amounts to anything and need to remember why i do it.

And last but not least, "the time i was funny". 😂 AKA -- The Parquet Man and ...between a rock and a bark place, (and its sequel Astairway to Heaven).

Pure crack, all of them, but honestly - if you've never written CS from the POV of a dog or a hardwood floor, HAVE YOU EVEN LIVED?

Also, interestingly enough, of the two, a dog POV is much harder to write. (My darling "floor" came out of the gate all fabulous bitch at 180 mph. Ginger -- the dog -- i had to really work at in order to not make her too anthropomorhized and "preserve her canine essence", if you will.) Also - Parquet got a wonderful companion piece from Killian's POV, written by the fabulous @profdanglaisstuff. What more could one possibly want!

i go back to these to laugh. Out loud.

THANK YOU SO MUCH! This was so much fun!

Tagging: @katie-dub, @stahlop, @kmomof4, @ohmightydevviepuu, @shardminds, @winterbythesea, @eirabach, @captain-emmajones, @searchingwardrobes, @spartanguard, @snowbellewells, @winterbaby89, @courtorderedcake, @thejollyroger-writer

#self rec Sunday #tag game #ask game #asked and answered #thisonesatellite #shameless self promotion

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thisonesatellite · 3 years ago

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MERRY CHRISTMAS, STEPHANIE!!!

For Christmas this year, I’m going into the askbox of my fandom family and sharing with them what my favorites of their fics are. You are a dear friend and I am so blessed to have you in my life!!! I hope my gift brings you just a portion of the joy you and your works bring me!!! Love you, my dear!!!

My favorites of your fics, in no particular order are

Between a Rock and a Bark Place and sequel Astairway to Heaven, This Is Not the End of the World series, The Unexpected Life and sequel … The Thing Is, Break Me, It’s Our Scars That Give Us Character, Leaving Las Vegas, and The Parquet Man

Merry Christmas, babe!!! Love you!!!

My lovely, amazing, WONDERFUL friend -

this is absolutely NOT actual footage of me when i got your message. TOTALLY. NOT.

AT ALL.

THANK YOU.

i love you so much.

i am so lucky, SO LUCKY, to have met you, darling. You have made my fic writing experience one of the most wonderful things that have ever happened to me.

Ever.

Hey look, it's time for more ACTUAL FOOTAGE:

i wish you the happiest of holidays. THE HAPPIEST. YOU HEARD ME. 💖💖💖💖💖

#thisonesatellite #IS OVERWHELMED OK?#kmomof4 #being wonderful #lovely shipmates being absolutely lovely #i'm not crying #YOU'RE CRYING #EVERYONE'S CRYING #NOT ME #<3!!!!!#ilysm

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thisonesatellite · 4 years ago

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fic year in review

i was tagged by the incomparable awesomeness that are @spartanguard and @profdanglaisstuff. Thank you so much!!! 💖💖💖

Total number of completed stories: 10

(Technically i DID complete writing if you live by the word in 2020, but the final installment is neither polished nor posted, so - ten it is.)

Total wordcount: 217,623 Well. It’s not nothing.

Looking back did you write more, less, or about what you expected to this year?

Less, actually. My workload exploded this year, and it wasn’t exactly leisurely before. i really wish i had more free time.

What’s your own favourite story of the year?

we kill the flame. It was so hard to write, to build an entire world for it, it nearly killed me with All The Plot so many times - but i love how it turned out.

Of course then i had to turn around and start an even bigger and MORE complicated story -- if you live by the word, you die by the pen --- right on the heels of that one, and guys, WHAT HAVE i TOLD YOU ABOUT STOPPING ME? @profdanglaisstuff, @ohmightydevviepuu, @stahlop, @mariakov81 and @kmomof4 - i’M LOOKING AT ALL Y’ALL.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the next year?

i have one big MC planned for 2021 - my con artist fic, but mostly i want to finish my original novel, which i tackled during nanowrimo 2020. i really want to finish that in 2021. (However - i haven’t even managed to read through it yet. That’s what i mean by i need more time. i can’t even read my own stuff!)

Most popular story of the year?

On AO3:

if you live by the word, you die by the pen in hits, we kill the flame in kudos.

On Tumblr:

Wouldn’t You Like To Know -- it broke 3 digits in notes! WOW! (This does NOT mean you get infinite canon from me now, guys.)

Story of mine most underrated by the universe, in my opinion?

neque seorsum, i think. True, it’s a sequel, and dystopia is not everyone’s cup of tea, i get that. But -- i feel like both stories in the This is not the End of the World series are not typically dystopian - they are really soft and kind of fluffy inside the ruins of civilization. And while they both have suspense, there is no bloodshed of any kind in either.

Most fun story to write?

Astairway to Heaven. OBVIOUSLY. i have been shamefully neglecting my own special brand of crack-POVs (i mean, i have a Captain Floor from the POV of a gorgeous hardwood parquet, and i have a POV coat which i really have to finish one of these days.)

But the one i have been neglecting the most has undoubtedly been Ginger and she was so adamant about getting a sequel, she enlisted @profdanglaisstuff‘s help and barked until i conceded.

Biggest surprise?

That i made it through nanowrimo. More or less in one piece. (Sanity is optional, right? Also overrated, RIGHT?)

who else? @anxioussquirrel @killianjones-twopointoh @scientificapricot @kmomof4 @stahlop @captain-emmajones @nevertothethird

#thisonesatellite #ask game #asked and answered #fic year in review #tag game

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kmomof4 · 4 years ago

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GINGER IS THE BEST GIRL (besides Minnie, of course) AND FRED IS THE BEST OF BOIS!!!!

❤️❤️❤️

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @profdanglaisstuff!!!!!!!!!!!!

So.

The other day @profdanglaisstuff threw this pic at me. Yes, THREW. And i thought, oh, fuck darn, Ginger is going to get a sequel. Isn’t she. Because – i mean.

LOOK AT THAT BOI.

And then Saira ENCOURAGED this lunacy, even though there are multichapter insanities AND nanowrimo, but yes, ALSO HER BIRTHDAY, so, what was i to do? Leave this gorgeous canine fic-less?

No.

Not with Ginger barking her ass off in the background.

So, without further ado, i present to you:

Astairway to Heaven

(Yes. i named it that On Purpose.)

Summary: Do you remember Ginger?

She hopes you do.

She’s back for another installment. So here are Emma and Killian, through the eyes of a dog with Opinions™.

This is so fluffy it hurts. You have been warned.

As mentioned, it’s a sequel to …between a rock and a bark place - and i think you do need to read that first. (It’s really short.)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

(It’s a minute past midnight here. That’s gotta count.)

i’m using the standard tag list for this, i hope that’s OK.

ASTAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

I met the love of my life on a cold day. Well, I didn’t meet him, exactly, we were introduced.

Actually, he was brought to me. Kind of.

I can see I’m confusing you already, I’m sorry. I’m kind of loopy in love, let me start over.

You remember me, right? Ginger? Who lucked out and found a home with Emma, the best human in the world, after being tied to the side of Route 412?

And who managed (through a risky plan with no regard for life and limb) to get Emma and this other human named Killian together after they had been making googly eyes at each other for months?

Ah, I see you do remember. Good.

OK. Where was I?

Oh, right. The love of my life.

Keep reading

#cs ff #astairway to heaven #thisonesatellite #birthday fic #happy birthday Saira

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thisonesatellite · 4 years ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @profdanglaisstuff!!!!!!!!!!!!

So.

The other day @profdanglaisstuff threw this pic at me. Yes, THREW. And i thought, oh, fuck darn, Ginger is going to get a sequel. Isn’t she. Because -- i mean.

LOOK AT THAT BOI.

And then Saira ENCOURAGED this lunacy, even though there are multichapter insanities AND nanowrimo, but yes, ALSO HER BIRTHDAY, so, what was i to do? Leave this gorgeous canine fic-less?

No.

Not with Ginger barking her ass off in the background.

So, without further ado, i present to you:

Astairway to Heaven

(Yes. i named it that On Purpose.)

Summary: Do you remember Ginger?

She hopes you do.

She's back for another installment. So here are Emma and Killian, through the eyes of a dog with Opinions(TM).

This is so fluffy it hurts. You have been warned.

As mentioned, it's a sequel to ...between a rock and a bark place - and i think you do need to read that first. (It’s really short.)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

(It’s a minute past midnight here. That’s gotta count.)

i’m using the standard tag list for this, i hope that’s OK.

ASTAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

I met the love of my life on a cold day. Well, I didn’t meet him, exactly, we were introduced.

Actually, he was brought to me. Kind of.

I can see I’m confusing you already, I’m sorry. I’m kind of loopy in love, let me start over.

You remember me, right? Ginger? Who lucked out and found a home with Emma, the best human in the world, after being tied to the side of Route 412?

And who managed (through a risky plan with no regard for life and limb) to get Emma and this other human named Killian together after they had been making googly eyes at each other for months?

Ah, I see you do remember. Good.

OK. Where was I?

Oh, right. The love of my life.

So on this particular random afternoon, while outside frost is starting to crack branches, I am snuggling on the couch with Emma who is getting very big these days. I mean, I’ve been watching her increase in size for a while now, and it wasn’t so much in the beginning, but now she is gigantic and it has to be really uncomfortable. She’s rubbing her belly a lot, probably because it’s heavy, and I can hear a really high-pitched heartbeat.

Which is neat.

But these days I can also sense movement, which is very strange, and so I’ve started to curl up next to her instead. Even though her lap is my favorite place in the whole world. It’s good I did though, because honestly, these days my head hardly fits anymore.

Also, Emma spends a lot of time on the couch these days, and I mean a lot . She has stopped going to work, which I think is only sensible, given that her work involves dealing with loud people who smell like the bar down the street, and people who complain about things called lawn ornaments . I don’t know what those are, but apparently they are very important. She also has to occasionally chase people on foot - none of which I think she should be doing anymore.

It seems Killian has been thinking the same thing for a while now, because something called maternity leave started creeping into a lot of his sentences, and I don’t know what that is either, but if it makes Emma rest more, I’m all for it.

More couch time with Emma means more naps and pets. You really can’t lose with that.

Anyway.

I’m on the couch with Emma, dozing as she scratches my head, when the door opens and Killian mumbles something and then comes in and says, “Emma, love? Are you awake?”

Now, that part isn’t unusual. He says that almost every time he comes home these days, because it turns out that Emma has become an excellent napper as well.

I must be a good influence.

The thing that’s different this time is that Killian has that expression on his face, the one he gets when he’s about to apologize profusely for something. Like the time he attempted something called a supersized chocolate chip cookie , which took up the whole oven, and nearly ruined his café kitchen. From everyone’s reaction I gather that it should have been smaller.

Or the time he took me to the dog groomer and apparently said the wrong thing, because I came home with practically no fur left at all. I felt a bit naked that summer, I won’t lie.

Well, each of those times he was wearing that exact same expression on his face when he came and talked to Emma, and this time is no different.

Emma looks up and smiles at him, but he is nervous, I can tell. He keeps twisting the ring on his finger, the same one Emma has on hers, and that’s a sure sign that he’s nervous.

I, of course, don’t need a sign.

I can smell his nerves a mile----

And that’s when I realize I can smell someone.

And oh, Anubis . He smells good .

Somehow the scent clings to Killian, but it certainly isn’t his, and I can hardly pay attention to what he is saying.

And he is saying things.

There’s something about rescue and kill shelter and also about how black dogs never get adopted - that cannot possibly be right, can it? - and then there is a scuffling sound at the front door, and dog paws on hardwood, and then.

Oh my.

There he is.

Emma, who was looking stern just a moment ago while Killian was fiddling with his explanation, looks at this beautiful boy with the shy eyes and the dull black coat and bursts into tears. She’s been doing that a lot, too, so it’s not that unusual, but i think this time the words kill shelter got her going, because honestly, they did not sit well with me either, and I don’t even know what that is, exactly.

But it does not sound friendly.

Killian immediately makes a beeline for Emma and I hop off the couch, because she really needs him right now, not me, and also, I have a new acquaintance to make.

I wag my tail harder than I do when Killian bakes me biscuits, but the gorgeous dog in front of me just ducks his head. His tail is going slowly, and he looks unsure and sad and I cannot have that. I do stop to give him a sniff, just because he smells like he was made for me, and then I nuzzle his face, and put my head heavy on his back.

I need to make sure he’s OK.

He relaxes a fraction, even though his head stays ducked. That’s OK, buddy. I know this is all new and strange to you right now. You take your time.

I don’t move, stay with the gorgeous boy, but I do look back up at Emma and Killian. Emma is curled into his chest as best she can, and he is rubbing her belly slowly while she hiccups and makes noises like we can’t keep him, Killian, we’re about to have a baby .

And he says something like they were going to put him down , and I don’t know what that is either, but it sounds horrible. It sounds even more horrible when it wrings a whole new set of sobs from Emma.

I’m a little upset with Killian for making her cry, or I would be, if I didn’t feel in my gut that he did the right thing here, somehow.

And then I hear Killian say, his name is Fred . He says his name is Fred, and how on earth could he leave him at the shelter when his name is Fred?

Emma bursts out laughing. Great, sobbing, hiccuping peals of laughter.

OK. I don’t get it.

She keeps saying Ginger and Fred , and laughing more, and I am so confused, but hey, if that convinces her to keep the boy, please.

Call him whatever you want.

Meanwhile Fred is relaxing, and I nudge him to lie down and I nuzzle his nose again and tell him I am happy to meet him. My tail is getting a workout.

I lie down next to him and let him know that my people are the best people anyone could possibly have, and that they’re his people, too, now, and that everything will be OK.

I do not tell him yet that he’s mine , that would be coming on too strong when he’s still a bit spooked. But baby, that boy is mine, just you wait.

He lifts his head a bit and sniffs me back and his tail starts to wag a bit more.

See?

Told you.

Mine.

Meanwhile Emma and Killian on the couch are sitting with their foreheads touching, and Killian nuzzles Emma’s nose just like I always do (he stole that move from me, I swear he did), and I know everything is going to be fine and Fred can stay.

Emma looks over at the two of us lying there and whispers, he’s a good boy, isn’t he?, and Killian smiles that soft smile he only ever smiles for Emma and says,you’re in love with him already, aren’t you , and that’s when Fred gets up, cautiously, and walks over to sniff Emma’s hand.

Emma bursts into tears again .

Killian hugs her for a long moment.

Fred licks her hand the whole time. Poor boy. So starved for affection.

I am going to change that.

Then Emma leans back and scratches Fred’s head with one hand while she pats her belly with the other and says something along the lines of not walking twodogs in her condition. But Killian just smiles and kisses her and says, of course not.

He’ll do all the walking.

Which is good. He throws the best tennis balls. I can’t wait to race Fred.

And then Emma accuses Killian of being soft-hearted, and man, the look he gives her. I can feel it. He replies that she loves him for it, and Emma promptly starts to sob.

Again.

Fred walks back over to me and I nudge my snout along his neck to let him know it’s OK, that they really are the best people, even if they’re very strange. I don’t tell him that Killian’s ear scritches are the most beautiful thing in the world, short of, well -- Fred himself. (That scent is going to drive me bonkers.)

Let him find out on his own time.

So that’s the story of how I met the love of my life.

Fred is wonderful . And even more beautiful now that his coat is all glossy and shiny.

He’s a little reserved, still, but we snuggle at night like we’ve been doing it for years, and it’s lovely to have someone next to me, with me. Fred thinks so, too.

He’s shy, but he’s let me know I’m his as well. I may or may not have barked out loud several times when he did, but can you blame me? That kind of thing needs a proper announcement.

The only thing is, I woke up the baby.

Oh, right, I forgot to tell you. Emma and Killian have a baby girl now, and she screams a lot, not just when I bark for no reason.

(I was a little offended at that. I had a very good reason, thankyouverymuch.)

But anyway, they have a little human of their own now, and when she doesn’t scream she smells very nice - like both of them - but she keeps Emma and Killian very busy. And then it’s nice to just hang with my boy when they haven’t walked us all day and both look like they’re going to fall asleep standing up. Fred and I just go out into the yard and chase each other.

Speaking of chasing.

In a few weeks there’s going to be a litter of Freds and Gingers, and when Emma found out she yelled at Killian about not having us fixed , and once again, I don’t understand, because we’re not broken.

Killian said he’d take care of it, but maybe I can change his mind.

At any rate, Fred is excited, and so am I.

But now I see Emma on the couch, fast asleep, and Killian is at the café with Fred and the baby, and honestly, I haven’t had enough Emma time in months. So I jump up and plunk down in her lap, and she reaches for my ears, half-asleep, and starts to scratch them like she did back when it was just the two of us, and I get a little misty because my life is so good.

You’re a bad girl, Ginger , Emma mumbles, and I have no idea what she’s talking about because I haven’t chewed her shoes in weeks, but then she says,but I love you a lot .

And falls right back asleep.

And that, people, that right there is why she’s the best.

THE END.

WITH GINGER.

AND PUPPIES.

#cs fic #cs fic rec #thisonesatellite #astairway to heaven #birthday fic #for #profdanglaisstuff #WHO MUST SUFFER THROUGH THE CUTENESS #THIS FIC IS HER FAULT AFTER ALL #but really #it's just a bit of dog fluff #(oh god so much fluff)#HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

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shireness-says · 4 years ago

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What a perfect excuse to reread the original! This gem is a perfect follow up. Thanks for sharing!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @profdanglaisstuff!!!!!!!!!!!!

So.

The other day @profdanglaisstuff threw this pic at me. Yes, THREW. And i thought, oh, fuck darn, Ginger is going to get a sequel. Isn’t she. Because – i mean.

LOOK AT THAT BOI.

And then Saira ENCOURAGED this lunacy, even though there are multichapter insanities AND nanowrimo, but yes, ALSO HER BIRTHDAY, so, what was i to do? Leave this gorgeous canine fic-less?

No.

Not with Ginger barking her ass off in the background.

So, without further ado, i present to you:

Astairway to Heaven

(Yes. i named it that On Purpose.)

Summary: Do you remember Ginger?

She hopes you do.

She’s back for another installment. So here are Emma and Killian, through the eyes of a dog with Opinions™.

This is so fluffy it hurts. You have been warned.

As mentioned, it’s a sequel to …between a rock and a bark place - and i think you do need to read that first. (It’s really short.)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

(It’s a minute past midnight here. That’s gotta count.)

i’m using the standard tag list for this, i hope that’s OK.

ASTAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

I met the love of my life on a cold day. Well, I didn’t meet him, exactly, we were introduced.

Actually, he was brought to me. Kind of.

I can see I’m confusing you already, I’m sorry. I’m kind of loopy in love, let me start over.

You remember me, right? Ginger? Who lucked out and found a home with Emma, the best human in the world, after being tied to the side of Route 412?

And who managed (through a risky plan with no regard for life and limb) to get Emma and this other human named Killian together after they had been making googly eyes at each other for months?

Ah, I see you do remember. Good.

OK. Where was I?

Oh, right. The love of my life.

Keep reading

#cs fic rec #thisonesatellite #astairway to heaven

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