#abigail can have eyes when it's funny. okay

[aaameatloaf]

The original let's players

[httpsdana]

do you write for musiala? if so, can you do something like enemies to lovers, they are forced to spend time together because of mutual friends, but they constantly fight, secretly like each other<3 ty

Cupid in Bali~Jamal Musiala

I might start putting pictures like these instead of the gifs cuz they're prettier. also first Jamal fic hope you enjoy <3 long fic ahead.

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All these characters are made up and not real!!!

The Characters: Jason & Leah, Ethan & Serena, Tyler & Emma, Carlos & Abigail, and Jamal & y/n

"I'm on my way. are you done?" Leah said through the phone to y/n.

"I am, I'll be waiting for you" y/n replied, walking her suitcase into the elevator. Her bag was on her back and she was in some comfortable clothes for the very long trip ahead of them.

They were gonna be a group of 10, 5 girls and 5 boys. Funny thing is how all of them were in couples, except for y/n and Jamal. Of course people will say that they go along very well, which was the most inaccurate thing to be said about those two. They were basically enemies.

y/n exited the elevator, and stood outside waiting for her friend that was gonna take her to the airport. It only took 2 minutes for Leah to arrive, but not alone. She had her boyfriend, Jason, in the passenger seat, and Jamal...in the backseat.

y/n rolled her eyes, opening the rear of the car and placing her suitcase and bag there, then opening the backdoor, sitting next to Jamal.

"hey guys" she said as soon as she sat in her seat. Both Leah and Jason greeted her back, while Jamal just rolled his eyes and huffed.

y/n ignored his presence, while the drive to the airport was silent.

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"Okay guys, so as you know we have a very long trip ahead of us. Our first stop will be in the United Arab Emirates. From there, we have to take another plane to Singapore. After landing in Singapore, we will stay in the same plane, and leave for Bali. About 7 hours between Germany and the Emirates, then 7 hours between the Emirates and Singapore, and about an hour and a half between Singapore and Bali" Tyler explained, while everyone listened.

It was going to be a very long trip. Everyone checked in and got in their seats. And lucky for y/n, her seat was on the window.

"you've got to be kidding me" y/n heard, so she looked up, seeing the guy she was planning on avoiding the whole trip so she can have a good time. Jamal.

"what is it now?" she rolled her eyes at him, only for him to sit down next to her.

"your seat is here?" she said, already knowing his answer. He huffed and nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. She let out a sigh, knowing it's gonna be a very long trip.

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The first part of the trip was a bit quiet. Jamal didn't speak much and y/n was just watching a couple of movies she had. When she finished her movies, they still had about 20 minutes to land in the Emirates.

She was getting bored, and started moving a bit in her seat. Jamal, who has been trying to sleep, all the trip looked at her annoyed.

"Can you stop moving " he complained. She let out a sigh, sliding down in her seat

"I'm bored" she mumbled.

"now that you have nothing to do you're complaining? I've been trying to sleep for 6 hours but I didn't say a word." he rolled his eyes, before closing them and trying to fall asleep again.

"we land in a while I don't think it's a good time to sleep" y/n pointed out, making him sigh

"better than hearing your voice till we land" he said rudely. y/n was taken back a bit by his response, but only looked away from him and to the window, where the sun was setting in a beautiful way.

She ignored him for the rest of the time until they landed. After they landed, everyone got their bags and met each other.

Some got food, and others got coffee, until it was time to get on the plane again. Another 6 to 7 hours to Singapore. This time y/n was sat next to one of her friends, Abigail, where they talked for a bit then went to sleep as it was almost midnight.

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When they landed in Bali, it was almost 4 am in the morning, meaning that they were going to sleep more before starting their vacation.

"I'm sorry y/n, but you're gonna have to share a room with Jamal" Tyler said, making y/n sigh. She knew that all the girls wanted to sleep with their boyfriends, but she thought that maybe one of them would sacrifice the sleep with her boyfriend so y/n wouldn't sleep in the same room with Jamal. I guess not.

She let out a sigh, nodding her head. She had no energy to argue with any of them, nor did she have the energy to stay standing. She just wanted some sleep.

Jamal noticed her tired figure, so he took their room key and helped her carry her bags.

"I'll take her to our room, good night everyone" Jamal said, before walking behind y/n with both of their bags.

Everyone looked at each other, confused by Jamal's nice behavior towards y/n, but they were secretly happy that the two might actually get over whatever problems were between them.

Meanwhile, Jamal and y/n had reached their room, and already got in. y/n was almost asleep while walking, unaware of whatever was happening.

"y/n? are you gonna change before sleeping?" Jamal asked her, while she was walking to one of the beds. She dropped on one of them already asleep.

Jamal let out a sigh, walking to her and taking off her shoes. She was wearing comfortable clothes, so he decided to let her be.

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The next day arrived pretty quick as everyone was tired the previous night. The girls went shopping in the day, while the boys hung out together for a while. At night, they all decided to visit a club and party at the beach. At the end of the day, they were in Bali and every night was a party.

"Ready you guys? we are about to have the best first night in Bali!" Serena cheered, making all the girls cheer with her.

They were getting ready in Leah's room, and after they finished, they walked out all dolled up while their boys were waiting for them.

Each of the girls held the hand of her boyfriend, and started walking out of the hotel, leaving Jamal and y/n alone.

He looked her up and down, making her think he was going to comment about how she looks like always.

"you look nice" he said, taking her by surprise. She expected him to speak something mean, but he did the opposite.

"oh thanks" she mumbled, looking down at her sandals that suddenly seemed more interesting.

"well...we have to get going" Jamal said, putting his hand out for her. She looked at his hand suspiciously, making him sigh.

"let's just have a nice trip and not ruin it for anyone" he said, making her sigh but nod too.

"you're right. we should just get over our problems for our friends" She took his hand and walked behind the others, who already reached the party without them.

As soon as they stepped onto the beach where the party was, Jamal was pulled by Carlos who took him to where the boys were, leaving y/n alone. She pushed through the sweaty bodies, until she reached the bar where her friends stood.

"y/n, you took so long, we were just looking for you" Emma said, turning everyone's attention at her. She coughed awkwardly before speaking.

"um me and Jamal just talked for a bit" she said, looking away quickly.

"you two talked? about what exactly" Abigail asked, while everyone else looked at y/n waiting for an answer.

"nothing important, just that we should have fun on the trip" she shrugged, making the girls smile

"finally you two made up, it was about time" Leah said.

They ordered their drinks and started their own party. As the girls were dancing, y/n stood at the bar with her drink, just looking around the dance floor, until her eyes landed on Jamal, except he wasn't alone but with a girl next to him. They were talking and laughing seeming close.

For some reason her heart sank as she watched him laughing with another girl. A mix of jealousy and hurt clouded her thoughts. Despite their constant bickering, seeing him with someone else stirred unexpected emotions within her, making her feel a strange mix of emotions she couldn't quite understand.

She looked away immediately, afraid he might see her watching them and making fun of her. She turned to speak with one of her girls, only to see them all on the dance floor with their boyfriends.

She let out a sigh and turned to the bartender, refilling her drink. She took a huge sip, feeling herself loosen up a bit. Suddenly the music slowed down, and some people left the dance floor as couples started dancing in a slow dance.

y/n always felt lonely as a person who never had someone. But when she's with her friends they always made her feel included. However, this trip was different. The girls wanted to spend time with their boyfriends, and y/n could never blame them. They didn't have to cancel their plans, so she doesn't feel left out.

For some reason, her eyes drifted to where Jamal and that girl were, to see if they were dancing together or not. Instead, she didn't see them. Her eyes started scanning the place in panic, not seeing any of them anywhere.

"y/n" a voice from behind her startled her. She turned around to see Jamal standing there, his charming smile present on his face. He barely smiled at her as they're always arguing.

A small smile found y/n's face without noticing, as she saw the handsome boy standing in front of her.

"Jamal" she said in a low voice, feeling a relief wash over her.

"Would you like to dance with me?" his voice soft and a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Y/n, touched by his shyness, smiled warmly and replied, "I'd love to dance with you, Jamal."

Jamal then extended his hand to y/n, leading her to the center of the dance floor with a gentle smile. Placing one hand on her waist and holding her other hand in his, they began to move gracefully to the music.

Their bodies swayed in harmony, creating a magical moment between them.

Their dance was delicate, each step was like a silent conversation between their hearts.

Jamal's touch was both reassuring and tender, guiding y/n with a sense of care and understanding.

As they moved across the dance floor, their bodies swayed in perfect harmony, lost in the enchanting melody that filled the air. The warmth of their embrace and the closeness of their dance spoke volumes, expressing more than words ever could.

It was a moment frozen in time, a dance of forgiveness, understanding, and newfound connection.

Their eye contact was intense. None of them daring to break it. As the dance was coming to an end, Jamal decided to speak up.

"I'm sorry for everything I've done and said for the past like 2 years. It was never my intention to make you hate me" he said in a gentle voice, making her smile

"it's okay. I've said some things too and I'm sorry about that. I just eneve understood why you hated me" she chuckled, making him shake his head

"i never hated you y/n. It just bothered me so much back then how you were close to everyone and we never talked. so i figured bickering and arguing with you would be the only way I can talk you because I really like you y/n and just wanted to talk to you in any way. And looking back at it now it wasn't the best way to approach you" he said laughing slightly making y/n laugh too

"obviously it wasn't. I just hope we can move past that because I like you too Jamal" she said, making him smile

"of course y/n. I wouldn't have asked for a dance if I didn't want us to start over" he said

She smiled back at him, leaning her head on his chest as they still swayed to the music. He pressed a small kiss on the top of her head, tightening his grip around her.

Their friends watched them from afar, realizing that their plan of getting them to make up has worked better than they thought it will.

[magicbystarlight]

Venomous - Part Eleven

Masterlist, Part One

Summary: A wife. A mother. A witch with someone else's name. That’s the life you didn’t want. So Tom offered you more.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: 18+, a bit of an angsty one, arranged marriage, age gap relationship, ptsd, war. Minors DNI.

A/N: Our poor reader can't catch a break.

The last days at the Manor passed mechanically. Wedding appointments set for Easter Break—dress, cake, invitations, dinner. A book left unread despite the pages turned. Smiles that didn’t reach your eyes. Laughs that were hollow. Unanswered letters. No word from your brother. Nothing in the papers about the Muggle war.

Abraxas was at your side, arm slung too casually around your shoulder as you walked through Platform 9 ¾. Your trunk somewhere behind being dragged along by the Malfoys’ oldest house-elf Honey. Or was it Bunny? An unsubtle reminder to the growing crowd that you were a Malfoy, even if not in name yet.

At least your mother hadn’t come.

His goodbye was drawn out. You smiled and dutifully let him kiss you again and again until he couldn't keep you any longer. You hoped your own face didn't betray your joy as you stepped onto the train. The compartments were full as you dragged your trunk. It took longer to find Larissa and Abigail than usual thanks to the added weight.

Their concern felt wasted on you when you stepped into the compartment. Too much of your friendship had been spent on your petty problems when their families lived in constant danger that you knew nothing about.

You insisted you were fine, that it had only been a bit of stress, and everything was okay now. You brushed off concerns about Abraxas’ behavior, rewriting his jealousy as protection. You were fine, everything was fine.

The conversation veered to them and you listened intently. A funny story about Larissa’s mother getting on the wrong train in the underground. Talk of Abigail’s father’s wonderful cooking. Love letters they found under her little sister’s pillow. It made your heart ache.

“We should set up a dinner or something for the Easter holiday,” you said as the laughter was starting to subside. “So I can meet your families.”

Your friends shared a look that didn’t look pleased with the idea. “Won’t you be too busy? With all the planning? We don’t want to add to your stress.”

“Too busy for you? Never.”

“It’s just,” Larissa said slowly, trying to find the words to say, “well, we know how your family feels about half-bloods. You might not mind, but they’re not gonna be happy with it.”

“They know we’re friends, it’s not that big of a deal anymore. Maybe they’ll be upset if they find out one of Abby’s parents is Muggle, but we can go somewhere Muggle and they’ll never even know. Make a day of it, a real day, show me more of the Muggle world. I’ve never even seen London past the windows in the Leaky Cauldron.”

Larissa went to say something else, another argument against it from the frown in her face, but Abigail cut her off, face lacking its normal color. “We’ll see. I’ll need to owl my parents and ask if they can make the time for it. Easter’s pretty busy for them.”

Your face fell before you could catch it and school it into something false.

“We can do Cambridge instead!” Larissa offered quickly, too eager compared to her hesitation a moment before. “I’m sure Mum would love to have you both over. And it gets so pretty in the spring there—” 

She continued, naming reason after reason Cambridge was the place to be for Easter. You worked your smile back, though it was as hollow as it’d had been at the Manor. A tentative date set for the Tuesday after the holiday—you had no appointments set and Abigail would be too busy helping out around home before then. Color still hadn’t returned to her face.

When enough time had passed, you excused yourself to use the restroom. They didn’t offer to join you.

Scalding water splashed from the tap, causing your hands to retract with a hiss. You waited for the temperature to correct itself and tried not to scratch at the pain.

Abigail didn’t want you meeting her family. Larissa could spend a week with them and you couldn’t even have dinner. You always knew they were a little closer. How could they not be when you barely put any effort into the friendship? They may have been your best friends, but today you realized you weren’t theirs.

That was okay, you told yourself. You would do better.

You looked up into the mirror as you scrubbed your hands. A crack cutting diagonally down it you hadn’t noticed before. How poorly were these restrooms maintained?

The door swung open.

“—almost punched Ralph McLaggen in the middle of Diagon Alley! Over her? Can you—“

The Slytherin girl from Potions cut off abruptly as her gaze met yours in the mirror. The one who loved to tell people about your torrid affair with Slughorn. You’d have to remember her name eventually. 

Her grin was sickly sweet. “You looked great at the Minister’s ball.”

“Thanks, but,” you said, matching the acidic tone. “I don’t remember seeing you there?” Then you laughed, shaking your hands dry and turning to see her now scowling face. “Oh right, you must have seen me in the paper! I’d almost forgotten.” 

You walked to the door, eyebrow raised expanctly at her friend who still stood in its way. She squeaked out an apology before moving aside. “Well lovely to see you, Judith. Hope your holiday went well.” Maybe you didn’t have to learn her name.

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Dumbledore wasn’t at the welcoming feast. It wasn’t unusual. Since First Year he’d been in and out of class aiding in the fight against Grindelwald. But you felt the absence more now. You’d wanted to talk to him about Warrick. 

There were eyes on you. More than usual it seemed. You kept your back to the Slytherin’s table. 

Abigail had recovered, at least. 

Her smiles were warm again as conversation swirled at the table around the next Quidditch match. Ravenclaw had only had one match the previous semester and it left them at an advantage, same as Slytherin and it was expected the match would be tense. You listened attentively as some of the team’s players explained how many points they’d need to rack up to gain the lead. It surprised you how attentively they listened when Larissa started dissecting Slyhterin’s weaknesses and strengths. Her insight was, well, insightful. 

“We’ve got the pitch on Thursday, you’ll be there?” Erin Lockhart, this year’s captain, asked her as you all made your way back to the tower. 

Larissa’s face was bright. “Haven’t missed one yet, have I?”

It was past midnight when the three of you finally clambered up the stairs to your dormitory. Normal. A truly normal night. Not a mention of engagements or wars or stalkers. Filled instead with Quidditch and school worries and silly little jokes. So many new things noticed about people you’d known for years. Funny how that can happen when you’re not existing solely in your own head.

Larissa was giggling about how good Henry Higginbottom’s hair looked when she stopped abruptly after opening the door. You thought maybe the ladies at Twilfitt and Tattings had outdone themselves and delivered early, but a melodic chirping drowned it out.

On your bed, in a rather large and intricate gilded cage, was Ravenclaw’s emblem. A Golden Eagle.

Their eyes were such a familiar shade of brown. 

“When did you get an eagle?”

“I didn’t.” You felt cold. “I’ll take my chances with whatever gilded cage awaits me rather than whatever crate you’re offering.” Could Tom never stop with his fucking metaphors?

Abigail was the one to investigate. She plucked an envelope from the bed, turning it over. Your name was on the front in familiar handwriting and an even more familiar teal seal.

Of course Azar was still doing Tom’s bidding.

Anger seized as you took the letter she handed over. Blood splatters marred the parchment.  

Found her in Astrid’s owlery. 

A likely story.

Apparently she’d been there a while and now she seems a bit confused about what she is. Thought getting her out of there was for the best,

You scoffed. Of course he would decide what he thinks best.

but the dungeons aren’t a good place for her. She needs to spread her wings. 

One thing he wasn’t wrong about. 

I know Selene said no to getting you an owl, but she never said no to an eagle.

He remembered that? It’d been years since you’d asked. 

Dippet was happy enough to approve her as a pet for you. Unsurprisingly, you’re one of his favorites.

It was a surprise to you.

She prefers hunting for herself, so she won’t be a bother. She’ll even take the post for you. You’ll have to give her a name though. Our aunt only ever called her örnen.

That sounded like Aunt Astrid.

Sinc Love,

Uggy Az

P.S. There’s no excuse. I’m sorry.

P.P.S. She was perfectly tame until I put her in the cage. You’ll get along well, I think. 

The anger had dissipated by the end. Not gone entirely, but less. You still weren’t convinced it wasn’t some new trap laid, but for now you’d let it be what it seemed. A sincere apology. Those were so rare.

“Uggy Az?” Larissa questioned, reading the letter over your shoulder.

“It’s what I called Azar when I was really little. It was supposed to be Uncle Az.” You reached for the latch, pulling the door open. “Mum hated it cause it sounded like I was calling him an ugly ass.” Cautiously the bird stepped out, stretching her wings and legs. She was beautiful.

You knelt at the end of the bed and she met you there. This close you could see the gold speckled throughout her eyes. When you reached your hand forward, she bent her head and let out a chirp at the contact.

“What should we name her?” you asked, stroking her.

“Princess?” Larissa offered before her face immediately went sour and shook her head. “She needs something more classical. Aethon?” 

That made you shudder. Would that make you Prometheus? 

Abigail’s fingers joined yours to stroke the brown feathers. “How about Drein?”

The eagle let out another chirp.

“You like that?” you asked. “Drein?”

She chirped again and seemed to nuzzle against your hand. 

“Well,” Larissa laughed, joining you and Abigail in your affections to the bird, “Drein it is.”

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Sweat covered you as you shot up from bed. A nightmare. You couldn’t remember much beyond explosions, screams, and a hand around your throat.

The hands of the clock pointed to a quarter past five. Too early to start the day and too late to try to sleep. Not that you’d be able to sleep anyways.

Drein stirred from her perch atop your wardrobe when you moved. It was odd how comforting it was when her eyes followed you to your desk. Being watched by a predator was normally so unsettling, but for once you didn’t feel like prey.

You took a piece of parchment and your quill and began to write. It wasn’t right. You scratched it out and started again. Still wrong. Dashed through the new sentences and tried again. No. 

Curiosity got the best of Drein, her wings fluttering softly as she landed on the edge of the desk. Her head cocked as you ripped off the bottom, bare part of the parchment.

Why? You wrote. Your quill hovered for a moment more. I miss you. A few tears landed on the parchment before you wiped away the rest. Drein crept forward, pushing her head against your hand.

“Can you do me a favor?” you ask her. She blinks. “Take this to my brother.”

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Drein had returned by that night. There was no reply. A week passed. Days that weren’t quite bad, but exhausting. 

Transfiguration was the easiest. An essay to write from the substitute instead of hands-on practice. Astronomy. History of Magic. Ancient Ruins. Herbology. Arithmancy. Potions. Care of Magical Creatures. None of them required a wand often. 

But Charms and DADA?

Horrible.

Abigail thought you were sick. First you fainted and now you were struggling in class? You’d gone and gotten checked just to ease her concern. You weren’t sure how no one noticed the crack in your wand, but you powered through. It did seem to work a little better as the days passed. Less resistant. A few more days, maybe a week or two, and it would be fine. Like nothing happened.

Whispers followed as they always did. Some with pity, but more with glee. You’d walked into a room more than once to be greeted with hurriedly hushed voices. Thankfully your housemates were more akin to pity.

Saturday afternoon you sat alone in the common room, where you’d been since after breakfast. It was a dreary day outside, but you couldn’t pull your attention away from the window. There wasn’t anything else to do. Abigail had left for some Divination project she had to work on with a Gryffindor and Larissa was serving a detention she’d gotten the last day of last semester. Abraxas had planned to visit, but something had come up and he postponed for Sunday. Homework was done and you didn’t feel like tracking anyone down to occupy time. 

Why hadn’t Warrick written you back?

A very nasally, high pitched noise came from beside you, breaking your concentration. Myrtle Warren stood there, nose high in the air. She held out a folded piece of parchment. “Avery asked me to give this to you?”

Your eyebrow shot up. Myrtle was muggleborn. Azar didn’t like interacting with that sort, let alone entrusting them with anything.

She cleared her throat again impatiently and wriggled the note.

With a muttered thanks, you took it. She still stood there. It simply read: Library?

“He told me to wait for a yes or no. Wants me to walk with you there for some reason if you say yes. Very odd, I think, but he’s paid me ten galleons just to bring this, and it’ll be another twenty once I get back to him with an answer.”

Ten galleons just to get you a note. Thirty in all to get an answer. And an escort. 

“Was there anyone with him?”

She shook her head. “No, he was all alone. Just like you. And me.” She shrugged. “Probably why he asked me.”

Azar must be hoping to apologize in person. There hadn’t been any chance to catch you alone throughout the week. You’d ensured that. While Myrtle wasn’t your first option of a companion, she was better than nothing. And talking it out with Azar was better than staring out a window. You needed to thank him for Drein, too.

Myrtle was surprisingly patient. You’d had to put your things away up in your dorm and she waited without a single complaint. It was unlike her. She hadn’t gained the nickname Moaning Myrtle for nothing. 

It was probably the promise of galleons that kept her so quiet  as you walked down the staircases.

“Do you mind if we stop by the restroom?” she asked as you landed on the second floor.

Had she not been so patient before, you’d have said no. But she had been. So you relented, eyeing the staircase wistfully and hoping she’d be quick. You wanted to see Azar. Know if it had been real.

Her favors weren’t over. “Could you check if there’s anyone in here? I don’t like an audience.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes and did as requested. It was empty, thankfully. “All clear,” you called from the end of the stalls. 

“Well that is very,” Myrtle’s voice changed, the nasally high whine turning deep, honeyed, and unmistakable, “convenient.” 

You twisted, wand in hand, to witness as Myrtle’s face bubbled. Her robes stretched to accommodate the added height and width, its blue yellowing to green, Ravenclaw’s emblem contorted into Slytherin’s. You’d meant to Stupify him, but nothing came. A red jet of light shot from his. With horror, your grasp on your wand loosened involuntarily and it shot from your hand. He caught it effortlessly.

“I’m not here to fight,” Tom said evenly. He eyed your wand, surveying the damage. “Not that it seems you’d be able to put up much of one.” 

“Fuck you,” you hissed, despite the pounding in your ears. 

He smiled. “I have missed your quick wit.” When you said nothing, he sighed. “I wanted to apologize.”

You repeated, “Fuck you.” 

“That’s fair.” Your wand clattered on the floor as he threw it back. “I deserve worse.”

You don’t move. You consider it for half a second, hand tensing to reach for your wand, but you don’t. It’s useless.

“I didn’t understand how horrific what I did was. But I do now. And I’m sorry.”

Lies. Lies lies lies lies lies.

“I don’t want your apologies. They don’t mean anything. You regret nothing. You understand nothing!” Your voice rose, angry panic outpacing your ability to quell it. 

“Forgiveness will take time, I know. I’ll be patient.”

Tears seared your cheeks. “Forgiveness?” you questioned. “Forgiveness for what, Tom? For—for trying to kill me? For stalking me? For ruining my life?” Yanking the Malfoy heirloom from your finger, you held it up. “I only have this,” you threw it, aiming for his frozen face that didn’t even flinch and missing by a yard, “because of you. If you’d have left me alone, none of it would have happened. You took everything. And for what? What has it gotten you in the end?” Your arms were shaking as you gestured to the lavatory he’d trapped you in. “Downing polyjuice to corner me here and listen to me tell you that I hate you.”

Quaking shoulders. Terrified and angry and devastated. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“I don’t know.”

It came out so soft, yet the words thundered in your head. He’d been so confident months ago. Spewing nonsense about power and freedom and breaking traditions. Now he stood there and said he doesn’t know why he continues to torment you?

“You don’t know?”

Cracking sounds reverberated against the walls.

“You don’t fucking know?”

Glass shards fell to the floor as the mirrors over the sinks shattered. 

You crumbled.

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wouldn't trade her for the world

☁️🌱🕊 modern!au pairing; abby anderson x fem!reader c/w; a/n; just like the ellie fic, i did this in abbys pov cuz i wanted to see if i could capture her behavior except abby isnt obsessive and i just wanna push out more abby content (and joel maybe idk yet) ☁️🌱🕊

What would this world be like without her? Where would I be right now if she hadn't found me on that god awful bathroom floor? Would I be alive? Would I even meet her later on? Why did she get sent my way? Whatever answers you have, I don't really care to hear them. I'm happy with everything she's given me. I wouldn't trade her for the world.

She's everything I could have ever hoped for.

"Baby, baby, baby!" Y/N yelled, running up to me, arms outstretched and smile bigger than ever, "I have the best news you'll ever hear from me!"

She's so beautiful, I damn near forget to actually listen to her sweet voice, "What's that, gorgeous?"

"Okay, okay. So, you remember how I was working hard for promotion? Well, guess what?"

"Seriously?!" I gasped, watching her nod like crazy as she jumped up and down.

"And! And I got those two weeks off that I will be getting paid for! Which means we can go on vacation."

"To Sweden?"

"Correct!"

My landed on her lips as she gnawed on them and placed her hands on either side of my face, pulling me down so she could rub her nose against mine. I chuckled at her excitement while my hands found their way to her back.

"Why do you do this? The nose rubbing?" I asked, backing away so I could look into her eyes and place a kiss on the tip of her nose as well.

"I don't really know. I mean, I always did it with my mom when I was a kid whenever she wanted to show me some love. I guess I was kind of conditioned with it, y'know?" she explained herself, rubbing her thumbs on my cheeks, "you can always ask me to stop if-."

"No! God, no. I love it, don't stop. I was always just curious is all."

Our eyes met once again. She seemed so happy and comfortable with me as if she never had never felt like this with anyone else before me. Her eyes narrowed hands sliding down to my shoulders and a devious smirk replaced her innocent grin.

"Now what's on that nasty old mind?" her voice dropped down to her familiar flirtatious tone, head tilting as she questioned my thoughts. I scoffed, shaking my head and looking away in slight embarrassment.

"Nothing, really," my voice came out much more nervously than I wanted it to, Y/N raising a brow, "I mean... Maybe a little something but... I don't want-."

"Just ask me, Abby. What do you want?"

It was like she could read my thoughts as her cold, dainty hands were sneaking under my shirt, forcing me to flex at her touch. Her eyes obviously stared at my lips, gradually making their way to my chest which was rising and falling like crazy. I hadn't even fully realized I was breathing so quickly.

"I just wanted to ask if you wanna head upstairs and celebrate your achievements."

Now, I wasn't lying about wanting to celebrate but I didn't want to celebrate like this. But ever since she had run up to me so happily, I couldn't help but want to just fuck her like crazy. I just wanted to listen to her whine and complain. It was all I wanted really.

"And you thought that I would say no to this request?"

"Sort of. We could always just go out. If you want to of course."

"Aww, how sweet," she pouted for a split second before playfully pat my ass and planted a kiss as high as she could reach to my chest, "I'll meet you upstairs, I need to do something."

"Nope, do it later, you come first. Both figuratively and literally," I joked, bending down to lift her over my shoulder and carry the damsel up the steps.

"Abigail! You're not funny!"

"You're literally laughing!"

"That doesn't mean that you're funny!"

Yes it did. She thinks I'm absolutely hilarious.

What would I do without this little angel? Where would I be right this very second if she hadn't found me? I probably wouldn't even be here if it weren't for her. Either way. She's one of a kind and I wouldn't trade her for the world.

[honey-crypt]

Hi, could I please request reactions to a Farmer with a tick? The best way I could describe it is imagine them making a random noise and scrunching like they got shocked.

a/n: i’ll do both the bachelors & bachelorettes since you didn’t specify, enjoy!

★ the sdv bachelors & bachelorettes’ reaction to the farmer with a tic ★

you’re spending time with one of stardew valley’s most eligible singles on your farm. the two of you are joining some refreshing homemade lemonade when suddenly you tic, a full body shiver accompanied with a head jerk and a “woo!” sound. your guest reacts as so:

abigail

★ she has her own tics so she’s not surprised at all when yours goes off

★ however, this causes a chain reaction where your tic sets off her tic and so on, it’s actually quite funny

★ it takes a good few minutes of you two setting off one another’s tics before it finally subdues

alex

★ bro is very confused and a tad bit startled by your tic

★ “uhhhh what was that? are you ok??”

★ after you explain to him about your tic, he gives you a thumbs up and has more lemonade

elliott

★ he has met a few folks in his old home that had tics like yours

★ continues on his business of chatting with you after your tic stops

★ he reassures you that he’s not “turned off” by your tic but instead acknowledges it as just a part of your “lovely self”

emily

★ she has a tic of her own but yours doesn’t set hers off, thankfully

★ “oh, i didn’t know you have a tic, too!”

★ the two of you have a nice conversation about it and find solace in one another for understanding the experience of having a tic

haley

★ she’s not fazed too much because emily has a tic

★ however, it still catches her off guard because yours is much louder than emily’s

★ does her best to reassure you that she’s not upset at your tic and it’s a bit awkward but ultimately she gets her point across

harvey

★ “oh! farmer, do you have tourette’s?”

★ the doctor in him kicks into high gear

★ tries to give you more lemonade to cool off because he’s worried that he overwhelmed you somehow and that’s why your tic went off

leah

★ didn’t realize your tic went off until you apologized to her for it

★ she dismisses your worries with a smile and explains how she had gotten used to tics because her little brother had one

★ “never apologize for who you are!”

maru

★ like harvey, she’s aware of tics from a purely medical standpoint

★ asks if you’re okay and if you need anything in the event you’re overwhelmed or experiencing a stressor

★ doesn’t really make a big deal out of it

sam

★ bro has stars in his eyes because you tic just like him!!!

★ his doesn’t go off because of yours but he starts rambling about how you both have almost identical tics

★ he’s just a happy guy who thinks you’re neat with your tic

sebastian

★ no reaction, not fazed at all

★ both sam and abigail have tics so he’s very used to it, they’re almost second nature to him

★ kinda gives you a pat on the shoulder and continues drinking his lemonade

shane

★ “what the fuck???”

★ he looks at you like a demon just possessed you

★ relaxes after you explain but he’s still kinda startled and needs time to process what just happened

penny

★ “oh my!”

★ she’s taken aback by your tic but doesn’t freak out or anything, vincent talks about sam’s tics after all

★ she gives you a smile and states that she’s here if you need anything, since tics can worsen when a person’s stressed

[fatale-distraction]

Abigail Ingellvar

Not an artist, so forgive the bad collage.

Veilguard 30 Prompt list by @pavus ; I added 31: Opinion on Inquisitor.

Abigail’s Pinterest

Name: Abigail Ingellvar

Age: 32

Race: Elf

Background: Mourn Watch

Class / Spec: Rogue/Saboteur

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pan/Bi demisexual

Parentage: Unknown

Siblings: Unknown

Early Childhood: Discovered by undead servants in the Necropolis as an infant. Raised alongside the Mortalitasi and Mourn Watch, recommended for their ranks at a very young age due to her affinity with spirits and the undead, though she lacks magical abilities. She meets Emmrich as a young man in his apprenticeship and proceeds to forget about him as anything other than “man who was nice to me once.”

Adolescence: Meets Emmrich again as a young adult in her own apprenticeship. He’s kind and helpful and she develops a serious crush on him, but due to their age difference, settles for an admiring glance now and then.

First Love: A young Mortalitasi who met her unfortunate end on a mission deep within the Necropolis. Her body was recovered and repurposed as a skeleton guard per her own wishes, but Abigail can’t bear to see her. Yes I love Gideon the Ninth, why do you ask

First Hate: Ex-boyfriend who turned out to be Venatori. He is now “missing”, correctly presumed dead.

Favorites: Tea, books, soup, anemone flowers and thistle, stormy weather

Injuries / Scars: Lightning strike scars on her left arm from a direct-contact electricity spell

Distinguishing Features: Spectacles, CC willing. Very slight chin cleft and a beauty mark above her lip on the left side.

Voice Type: British English

Vices: Wine and brandy; occasionally smokes tobacco and/or elfroot; will gamble at Wicked Grace, billiards, or dice if invited

Virtues: Doesn’t swear often, modest, patient, compassionate toward the less fortunate

Homeland: Presumed to be Nevarra, but technically unknown

Height / Build: 5’1”, slim/muscular

Hair / Eye color: Pale brown hair, very long and wavy when loose. She prefers to wear it up, as it makes her feel more adult and professional, and when it is down she feels childish and vulnerable. Brown eyes like strong tea.

Personality: Patient, compassionate, but withdrawn and introverted. She has a good sense of humor, but she’s quiet so people are usually caught off guard, or make the mistake of thinking she’s serious. Gets along better with spirits and skeletons than she does with most people.

Aspirations: Finding out where she came from, being the best Mourn Watcher she can, finally feeling like she belongs somewhere

Fears: scarabs, large dogs (small dogs are okay), dark spawn, specifically brood mothers, blight sickness

Hobbies: Reading, researching Dalish customs, especially funerary rites, embroidery, chess, long walks in dreary weather, making scrap-books to help memorize important information about the undead she’s in charge of.

Views on Magic: Magic is something she actively studies alongside the Mortalitasi. Although she doesn’t have any magical abilities herself, she is knowledgeable and respectful of magic. She doesn’t fear it or venerate it. It’s a tool that can be used for good or evil, and shouldn’t be used without proper understanding of it. She frequently compares magic to a bone saw, prompting concern from some of her less-funny peers.

Views on Elves: She longs to feel like she belongs to a Dalish clan, or even an alienage community, but knows she doesn’t. She admires elven culture across Thedas, whether Dalish or not. Although she studies the gods, she doesn’t really believe in them (or the Maker for that matter. Her beliefs are probably closer to agnostic with a touch of Avvar spirituality) until she sees them before her eyes.

Views on the Veilguard: Was NOT thrilled about the idea of leading a group, but she likes Varric and Harding. Once she meets the rest of the Veilguard she likes them a lot and begins to feel very at home with them, which is a new sensation for her.

(INITIAL) Views on Solas: Slappable. Soggy. Sad. 5/10, unimpressed. Later, she is attracted to his scholarly nature and begins to enjoy his company. She genuinely begins to like him when she realizes the depth of his feelings for the Inquisitor.

Views on the Inquisitor: Loves her. They like the same dirty romance novels and the same tea, and Ellana is TERRIBLE at Wicked Grace, so Abigail beats her frequently. After meeting Ellana, Abigail is 75% more motivated to slap the shit out of Solas.

[crazykuroneko]

IWTV S2E01 First Watch Note

The notes I took while watching in case anyone is interested. Under the cut.

Anyway, I'm grateful they have improved the Episode Insider and now it's really something worth watching

• It's still a recap but the score slays already. Omg Daniel Hart you deserve all the awards

• I love how it says episode 8 and the silhouette of war torn Europe.

• On Claudia dreaming: Present Louis holding onto Claudia's diaries to provide a fact in the past

• Delainey is insane. Just from being silent, we could feel how torn Claudia is

• Interesting they gave ep 1 to a new director to set the tone

• So before this interview happened, when Louis still believed he killed Lestat in NOLA, he got to read this edited diaries and didn't understand what Claudia wrote? I mean, imagine reading the bitterness in her words yet you didn't know where they came from. The break down in Ep 7 triggers more memories for him to remember

• I think Daniel is similar to Lestat in a way. The more he's afraid of Armand the more crass he is. That Shah Rukh Khan comment, boy stfu

• It's insane how Louis posed dead Lestat like Jesus. 

• Okay, I'm gonna "translating" DreamStat lines like I did with dead Abigail Hobbs

• The way Dreamstat shows Louis still misses Lestat and starts to ponder if Claudia worth it. The resentment building.

• OH THE LOUSTAT LEITMOTIF AFTER LOUIS SAID SORRY TO DREAMSTAT. slower version of In Throes in Increasing Wonder

• The lines Dreamstat did are so loaded with meanings. Louis' guilt for killing Lestat; his fear that he will come for revenge; his fear that once he's finally in better place, everything will crumble again; and his longing for him just from how intimately they're talking

• Oh, Louis is obsessed to get everything right. That will gradually eat his mental stability 

• Photo of Grace as his wife. Louis you're so funny

• Real Rashid deserves a hell of bonus and a promotion istg

• I don't understand Russian etc, but the use of foreign language and accented English has been smooth so far. A world better than whatever the fuck Mayfair Witches did. And they only had to cover one language.

• "In a landfill and five years of garbage on top." Louis, garbage wouldn't stop him 😭. I wonder where Lestat has been for 5 years tho. Recovering with that many rats are easy. Okay, let's say 3/6 months on rats. Once he gets up, he could kill the first person coming to a landfill. Then it will be smooth sailing. One year tops to recover. Two years, if you'd think he's depressed over Louis killing him idk. 

• The emotion in Claudia's eyes 😭

• "Change the subject when the truth blinds you" Oh, she got him.

• That insane monologue Jacob does. Louis starting to remember which is true which is not (he re-remembers the fall, mind you). 

• So because the blood is bad, vampires there can't get warmer and feel their sadness and sickness as well. And when they want to turn someone, it's either fail or they turn into a revenant. At least according to Louis.

• Oh, Daciana can taste how strong their blood is. How long they can live. 

• I wonder what went through Claudia's head, seeing Daciana emulated herself. She (deservedly, after all his lies) didn't believe Lestat when he said his maker burnt himself. Ofc it didn't make any sense to her ears at that time, burning yourself after you turned someone. But now she witnessed it herself. Someone who could have told her everything, killing themselves after feeling lost and untethered (Daciana lost all of her fledlings)

• "My name is in some of those pages" Louis isn't even listening to his fear. He's deadset on this. And Armand is anxious.

• The face Armand made. Does Louis know he has men around his pinky just for a drop of his affection?

• Louis agreed with Armand to basically shut Daniel up and turn him into a fumble journalist again when he still wants the truth is interesting 

• Is that the groan? It's louder now.

• Daniel's reaction when seeing Loumand walking in together is so funny 🤣

• Wait, Session 7 is Ep 7. There are two sessions in this episode and it's Season 10 now. so, what happened in Season 8?

• The way Lestat is there during the You and Me lines, but it's not really Lestat. It's the embodiment of Louis' doubt on this new life he chose together. The way Claudia sitting there so small; Lestat lovingly softly gazing at her. Oh, Louis so wants to believe his words himself.

• Louis arrives in Paris with desperation to prove that this life is worth it; that killing Lestat was worth it; that he'll get that happiness. Even though he's afraid Lestat will come or it will crumble the moment he reaches it. Oh, Louis.

[artbyblastweave]

Gideon the Ninth, Chapter 17

Alright, I’m done procrastinating on this. Before I start, some brief metacommentary on the skull mascots for each of the houses, which I only recently bothered to scrutinize;

First House skull is very big.

Second House Skull has a centurion's helmet.

Third House has jewels in the eyes;

Fourth has laurels- that was a military thing in ancient Rome, right?

Fifth has some kind of wavy crown thing. I bothered to check this in the first place because I thought it was going to be flat-out removed from the section header as an evolving credits thing.

Sixth has scrolls between the teeth; no surprise, they eat lots of books as children

Seventh has a rose jutting out the eye sockets (Hakahani disease AU!)

Eighth is blindfolded;

Ninth has absolutely nothing. Less, even. No lower jaw.

Okay, onto CSI: Canaan House:

"In the early hours of the morning, even Palamedes admitted defeat." EVEN Palamedes. Delightfully concise phrasing. This establishes from the start that we’re in the midst of the first group study session this rock has seen. It reinforces that Palamedes is first among equals in his headstrong sherlockishness. He could be the protagonist of this. You could rewrite this to do that.

“The early hunger of ghosts.” So ghosts are vampiric. Are vampires Vampiric? Are there vampires? Can Vampires be made to be, using necromancy?

Christ. The Fourthlings. This is another example of something that was funny until it wasn't funny. They had, like, a bit going with the Fifth, a back-and-fourth; their dialogue was almost exclusively rendered a punchline. Now they're voiceless on an entirely different axis. Shoo out the clowns. Rosencratz and whatshisface.

Taking note here that Gideon is capable of identifying what she refers to as the “minute” signs of Harrow’s exhaustion. She’s paid that much attention to her mannerisms in the past, despite their ostensible enemyhood. This book does such interesting things conveying the depths of their familiarity with each other while also being a story about how they barely know each other.

There is no way it's an accident that Coronabeth and Ianthe didn't bother to dress. Only solace of the night indeed. This is a power play. On the opposite side of the spectrum we have the “painfully useful” Sixth. See, when Palamedes shows up to work in his PJs, that's the opposite of a mind game. That's a mark of sincerity.

He apologizes to Abigail as he steps over the body. Jesus.

Palamedes gives his bedrobe to Dulcinea. Those two had a thing. They were the protagonists of a John Green type novel some time before the start of this book.

Palamedes and Harrow, once both cognizant and faced with a problem, are on the same wavelength. There was, somewhere out there, a place where Harrow would have fit in immaculately.

What should I read into Camilla’s overprotectiveness of Palamedes? Gideon’s narration makes her hovering sound unwarranted, but Gideon’s narration also set us up to think that Ortus was much more of a wet blanket than he wound up being. She’s not the greatest at assessing the personal circumstances underlying idiosycratic behaviors. Is Sixth House the terminal exaggeration of “Publish or Perish?” 

Not to harp too hard on this scene, but "Gideon had to stare pretty hard at skimpy nighties to get over that one." Best way to cap off the reveal of how Third House necromancy works; also a pretty good explanation of why they go out of their way to keep up appearances otherwise. This is not a faction that could get away with being both cannibalistic AND ugly; they've browsed Tumblr. They know that as long as you're alluring you can eat a few fingers. As a treat.

Dulcinea's not allowed to get involved in the investigation. The Seventh sent a Necromancer who isn’t allowed to get involved in hardcore necromantic exertions?��Something weird is going on.

And NOW the Eighth House show up, having taken the time that nobody else did to get fully kitted out. And they specialize in spirit magic.

Silas is a soul siphoner. And Harrow knows this- despite someone else’s exclamation in this sequence indicating that soul siphoning isn’t a widely known technique. Know your enemy.

Oh my god. That's why his Nephew looks older than him, isn't it?

Silas was probably expecting this to be a big-damn-heroes fix; instead he (predictably) nearly kills Dulcinea and finally causes someone to throw a punch, tensions being what they are. Making a note here that Colum seems to not give a shit that his Uncle has been laid out and held at swordpoint; a direct side effect of the siphon, or an indirect one in the sense that he's not gonna lift a finger to help his charge if not expressly ordered? Like Artemis Fowl if Butler thought his charge was a little shit and kept trying to rules-lawyer a permissible way to let him die.

A schoolyard fight broken up only by the arrival of Teacher, who is, for the first time, AFRAID. And demonstrating a coherent and involved necromantic knowledge; nobody was supposed to be allowed to die in this section of the facility, because something very, very bad happens if you leave a dead body down there. He's giving actual, actionable suggestions. He is telling people that they are wrong. Absolutely wrong. Everything is absolutely wrong.

[unluckyhoneybee]

The handsome artist. 27. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Little flower. The day arrived.

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: Weddings and Celebrations.

Note: the pics that appear on the carácter are pinned on my Pinterest, on The Handsome Artist's board.

Warning: I think it's not really explicit, but the birth is described.

"Go..."

"Baby..."

"Dan. I'm fine. It's probably just the pasta I ate"

It wasn't. It had taken a hell of a time to convince Danny to go out with the guys for dinner. But some weird felling on my belly had interrupted the afternoon. What I thought that was probably just the carbonara he had cooked, ended up breaking my water.

I was bracing myself against the counter, liquid going down my legs and pain settling between them. I was shaking. It was soon. We had two weeks left. The Ricciardo's were coming in a week and a half. The baby couldn't come just yet.

"Hey, are you okay?" The worried voice appeared the moment he took the call.

"N-no... Danny..."

"Abi, fuck. What's going on?" I heard the chair moving and the guys asking if I was okay.

"My water broke. I... Oh fuck" Another contraction hit.

"Abi don't scare me. Are you okay?"

"It's coming" I said with tears filling my eyes. I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to have this baby. "Danny..."

"Okay, I'm going. I'll be there soon. Sit. Take a seat, sweetheart"

I did.

"Are you having contractions? Are they..."

"Yes... It's coming now, Danny. I'm. Not ready... I can't have the baby now... You parents... They are not here. They have to meet the baby" I sobbed.

"Abigail, baby. I'm gonna be there soon. You will do it right. I'm sure. And don't worry about my parents, honey."

I touched my belly and felt another contraction.

"Breathe"

"Are you driving? Don't be on your phone"

"Michael is. He is driving my car. Breathe with me"

Danny's POV.

I was scared. I was terrified. It was two weeks early and Abigail was alone and crying.

"Abi, love."

"Yes..."

"Don't go silent please. I want to hear you. I want to know you are okay"

"I'm not" She sobbed. "It hurts"

I gave Michael a worried look and he patted my leg.

"Okay, baby. Tell me. How much time between contractions?"

"Five minutes"

I took a deep breath.

"Are you in your pijamas?"

"Y-yes..."

"I hope you don't mind going to the hospital on them"

"They are really wet."

"Oops. Well, we'll change them. Don't worry"

"Your mum said..."

"I know. I know my mum said she wanted to be here. But there is nothing we can do now. Don't worry about it" I tried to reassure her. I obviously wanted my parents here when my first born was born. But the baby seemed to be in a hurry now. "She is going to be just as happy"

"I'm sorry"

"No, no. Don't be, honey. It's alright. This is how it is. Baby is in a hurry but it's okay."

I heard her chuckle between sobs.

"What's so funny?"

"It's kicking. Probably trying to get out"

"Tell them to wait. I'm on my way"

"Papa is coming, baby. Just wait a little more. Please..." I heard her say. My heart skipped a bit and I leaned my head back on the seat. Michael looked at me.

"Abi"

"Mhm"

"What do you think it's gonna be?" I closed my eyes. During the whole pregnancy, she had kept the I don't care if its a boy or a girl, I just want them to be healthy statement.

"I don't..."

It made me smile.

"I knew you would say that. But c'mon. You know I want a baby girl"

She laughed a bit. I could picture her with her han on her belly, looking down with a smile and her cheek wet with tears. But then she whined in pain and I swallowed. Then she huffed.

"I want a girl. But I will love them as much."

"I know you will, sweetheart"

Then Michael turned and we were in front of the shop.

"I'm here, honey."

"Hey. I'll be here waiting" Mike told me. "And I'll call Molly"

"Thanks mate"

I ran upstairs and just as I thought, she was in the kitchen.

"Babe"

"Danny"

I knelt in from of her and hugged her. Just for pure comfort, I know she needed it.

"I'm scared"

"I know. But it's okay to be scared."

Then she got another contraction.

"They... They happen more often. We have to leave."

"Okay, okay"

Quickly, I helped her changing to clean sweats and then together we walked downstairs.

"I don't have the bag ready..." I chuckled.

"Don't worry about that now. They won't leave baby naked"

Then she sat in the car and forced a smile.

"Hi Mike"

"Hi Abi, how are you?"

"Terrible, thank you"

I laughed and kissed her cheek.

"Molly said she will come quick"

"Charlotte"

I passed her the phone.

"H-hi" She said with tears on her eyes again. "I... I think the baby is coming... Really fast and..." she shut her mouth and leaned on me. Mike was already driving. "I know... I'm scared..." I held Abi all the way to the hospital while Charlotte talk to her.

Then, once inside, they gave us a wheelchair and I found myself following her and the nurses. My ears were ringing and my whole body shaking. All the fears where on my skin. What if something went wrong? What if it was true that Abi couldn't do it? What if this was an emergency? Why was the baby here so soon? Why was it all going so quick?"

I saw how they changed her clothes, cutteed the sweats and almost pushed me outside.

"No, I'm staying. That's my wife and my baby"

"Sir..."

I watched Abi, face contorned in pain and hands fisting the sheets. They were grabbed her arms but she was still standing.

"See, they say that this is the most natural way to give birth" She said showing me a photo. "Will they let me do it like this if I ask"

"I will kick a couple of asses of they don't."

"I'm staying. I'm not leaving her alone. Why do you want me to leave?" I said raising my voice. "If something is wrong you can tell me already because I'm not going anywhere"

"He stays" The doctor said without moving her eyes from Abi.

The nurse rolled her eyes and passed me the clothes. I changed as fast as I could and then went out.

"Push, Abigail"

She screamed and my heart broke.

"It hurts..."

"I know, Abigail. But the baby is in a hurry. The head is already here"

The head is already here.

"Husband!"

"Danny. He is Danny" Abi panted and everyone smiled.

"You can help us holding her." But then her face changed. "Okay no, the bed"

"The bed? No. Not the bed. I don't want the bed" Abi said desperate.

"Doctor she..." I tried to help.

"The baby is coming quick, Abigail. If you do it like this you can hurt yourself badly."

Abi looked at me. She was terrified. I hated seeing her like this. "Danny"

"It's for you. Please, let them move you to the bed. Please."

"But I..."

"I don't want you to hurt yourself. Please."

Finally, they helped her on the bed, knees up and legs open. She was grabbing my hand hard. Her hair was sticking on her face and she was crying. "Please... Take that baby out"

The doctor smiled sweetly and caressed her knee. "One more and we will have the head out. Then the shoulders and it'll be done. You are doing it fantastic, Abigail"

I wrapped my arm over her shoulders and kissed her temple.

"Okay" She whispered. I kissed her cheek.

"I'm so proud of you"

Then another push and another cry of pain. A well done for the doctor and another push. And finally... A cry.

A baby cry.

Abigail, instead of relaxing as I thought she would, straightened her back. She wanted to see.

My heart was beating on my chest and I couldn't move. I was frozen. That baby crying was my baby. I was a father.

"Danny? Danny, baby" I felt Abigail touching my face. "Are you okay?"

I blinked and tears fell down my cheeks. I focused my eyes and I saw her smile. Again, I fell even more in love with her. Flustered and sweaty, with her eyes glassy and lip swollen from biting it, Abigail was smiling at me with all her sweetness and kindness.

"I'm okay"

"Danny, do you want to cut the..."

I shook my head quick. "I will faint"

And everyone chuckled, even Abi.

"I love you" She whispered.

And then, finally they lifted the baby and she covered her mouth.

The nursed walked to us and laid then on her chest.

"You had a healthy baby girl."

And Abi wrapped her hands around her and looked at me. Her lip was trembling and she was crying.

"What you wanted!" She said just as if I was a kid with a toy on Christmas day.

"I love them" A nurse said laughing.

"Best Labour of the week"

"What we wanted"

I leaned over her shoulder and looked at her. At Daisy. Even though she was sticky and still dirty, I reached and touched her cheek. She was crying badly, but nuzzling her cheek against her mums chest.

"Hi Daisy" I whispered.

"She is so pretty, Danny"

I always thought babies were kind of ugly when they were born, I thought tñparents were a bit out of their minds when they called them cute. Even my own sister. But now that my girl was here on my other girl's chest, I understand them completely.

"She is perfect" She had a lot of dark hair and big eyes, round cheeks and tiny hands.

"Daisy" She looked at me. "Izzy will be so happy"

I chuckled and kissed her lips for the first time.

"She sure will. I can't wait to tell them"

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep her inside."

I chucked and pressed my forehead against her.

"It's not your fault, all hers"

She laughed and looked down again.

"Hi baby" She whispered. "I'm muma. The one that has been feeding you. And this is Papa. The weirdo that talked to you in the middle of the night."

I gasped.

"You knew that?"

"Of course I did" She smiled so big, so bright. Not scared anymore. She had done it perfect.

"Sorry to bother. We need to check and clean her. And also clean you, Abigail"

She nodded.

The nurse took Daisy carefully and I follow her with my eyes. Then I looked down at Abi.

"I'm not going to let anything bad ever happen to her."

She smiled with tears on her eyes and brought me down for a kiss.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

"Go outside and tell them we are okay"

I nodded and kissed her head.

Five minutes later, I was walking down the corridor.

It was already 11 pm and there wasn't much people in the hospital.

Michael, Molly, Blake and Charlotte got up. I didn't know how Molly, Blake and Charlotte had arrived, but I didn't care.

I felt myself starting to shake again. Tears filled my eyes and I try to stop them. I didn't want them to be scared. But I couldn't stop myself.

When Charlotte hugged me, I started crying.

"Daniel, please. Don't do this. How are they? How is my Abi?"

The woman was shaking too.

"It's a girl. And she is so perfect."

I coudl hear the sighs of relief and Charlotte crying on my shoulder. "Oh Danny, I told you! I told you you would have a little flower"

I chuckled and pulled back because anyone knew about the name. Not even about the idea.

"Daisy. She is Daisy"

Charlotte kissed my cheek like a grandma would (she kind of was now).

"Izzy told Abi to please name the baby like her favourite flower"

Molly walked to me and hugged me. Then Mike and Blake. And then Charlotte tucked herself under my arm and dried my tears.

"I can't believe it" I said with a smile. My friends looked at me. And wow. They were also crying.

"Daniel, I'm so happy for you" Blake said. "I'm so so happy"

"Same, mate. You have your little daughter already"

I nodded.

"Give me another hug"

And I hugged them both again. I felt Molly's hand caressing my back.

"How is Abi?"

"Happy. It was fast and she couldn't do it standing. But she is okay now."

"She was scared" Charlotte said.

"Yeah. A lot." I sighed. "But everything went well"

"Hey, call your parents"

I nodded.

"Stay here just in case they need someone"

They nodded.

I walked outside the hospital. The air was humid and thick. I sat in the steps and called home. It was already in the morning in there.

"Hey Dan! I wasn't expecting you now" My mum answer the videocall happily.

I felt a knot on my throat. I would have loved to have them here and somehow I couldn't believe I was about to tell them I had become a father.

"Mum"

"Danny, are you okay?"

"What's wrong?" I heard my father ask. He appeared soon on the screen.

"Nothing wrong. Everything is perfect actually"

"Where are you?"

I smiled and cleaned a tear.

"Um. Yeah. We had a little surprise tonight"

Somehow, I knew my mum had understood perfectly. She covered her mouth and her eyes got glassy.

"Daniel"

"The baby is here"

"Oh!" My dad shouted. "Already? And the two weeks?"

"Yeah... It lasted for an hour and a half since her water broke so... No two weeks. Fast delivery"

They laughed.

"Oh Daniel. Daniel! You have a baby!" My mum shouted too. "I can't believe it. We are grandparents again! I can wait to meet... Wait? Is it a girl?"

I chuckled between tears. Everyone wanted a girl.

"It is a girl. Daisy. But... Don't tell the kids, okay?"

"Daisy? Oh that's so cute... Izzy is going to love it"

"It was her idea."

My mum sobbed and dad had to hug her. That's how we were all crying, the creen between us.

"Are they okay?"

"Yeah. Healthy and perfect. She is so beautiful. She has a lot of black hair and her eyes are so big. She has this little round cheeks and... I can't wait for you guys to meet her."

"We can't wait either. I will call Michelle and we will fix the flights. I'm sure the kids can miss a couple of days of school."

I laughed a bit.

"I missed you here."

"This is how things went." My mum said quietly. "We are equally happy, Daniel. We are now even more excited. We can't wait to meet our granddaughter and see Abi. Give them a lot of kisses and tell her I'm so happy and proud."

"She was worried for your" I told them.

"You couldn't have found a sweeter girl, Daniel" Mum said with a smile. "We are so happy for you. You are so lucky, Daniel"

"I know. I couldn't be luckier." I dried my tears and sighed. Just then, I heard my name. Molly was walking in my direction.

"Hey, they are already taking the girl to the room."

"Okay."

Molly had pink cheeks and her eyes were swollen.

"Hi!" She said peaking over my shoulder.

"Hi Molly!"

"Mum, Dad. I have to go already. I'll send you pictures as soon as I can."

"Okay, son. Give them a lot of kisses. We will call again in the morning."

"Um... I will call Michelle soon"

"Goodnight, Danny"

"Yeah, bye. I love you guys"

"I love you too, Daniel" Mum said.

"Have a good night" Dad said.

I got up and looked at Molly.

"She is beautiful, Daniel" She said and opened her arms.

I hugged her tight and kissed her head.

"I'm so happy" She whispered.

"Thank you, Molly"

"Thank you very much for making Abigail this happy."

"She makes me even happier, Molly. It's so easy"

She cupped my cheeks.

"You will be a great Dad, Daniel" I knew then that she knew.

"I hope so."

"Let's go, they are waiting for you"

When I opened the door, Abigail was on the bed and Daisy was on her arms. They were dressed with white hospital clothes. Abigail had her hair in a braid, rpobably done by Charlotte, who was looking at her nieces with so much love. Blake and Mike were sitting by the window, both with smiles on their faces. I swallowed and took a step in.

"Hey..."

Abi looked at me and smiled.

"Hi"

I walked to her and kissed her head.

"You look good" I kissed her lips. "I was calling my parents"

She bit her lip.

"I wish she had stayed in only for a few more days."

"Don't worry about that. They are changing the flights. And they told me to give you both a lot of kisses"

Abi leaned her head on my shoulder. Charlotte reached and touched her head.

"Are you tired?"

"Exhausted"

"We should get going" Blake said and walk closer to see the baby. Then he looked at me with a smile. "She is a Ricciardo, huh"

"I see her more like Abi" Michael said watching his goddaughter.

"She has her cheeks like Abi when she was a baby. But that mouth is surely Dan's" Charlotte whispered.

"I see it" Molly said.

And suddenly Daisy opened her eyes.

"Hi" Abi whispered and ran her finger over the side of her face. Ioved closer and hugged her shoulders. I couldn't speak. "How are you little flower?"

I smiled and Charlotte chuckled.

"She just had her first nap in the world. Must be feeling good"

Daisy made a noise and stretched her arms.

"There is plenty of space out here, right?"

The softness of Abi's voice was making me melt. It was dissolving me into a puddle.

I reached my hand and touched Daisy's, her fingers quickly grabbed mine and I gasped.

"Hi honey"

Her eyes followed my voice although she couldn't see yet.

"It's Papa" Abi whispered.

"Love, we are going to leave you guys alone" Charlotte said and kissed Abi. "I'll be here in the morning with the bag, okay?"

"Thank you, Charlotte. All of you actually. Thank you very much for coming" She said looking at them.

The Godparents said goodbye to the baby, then the coolest uncle too and finally Charlotte. And soon we were left alone with our baby and once again I couldn't believe it was real.

Daisy whined and as if she had been doing this her whole life, Abi put her on her chest, opening the shirt and letting her grab the nipple.

"You are going to kill me today, Abi"

She looked at me and smiled.

"Why?"

"Remember what I said when I proposed? That I fall for you everyday? Well, I'm feeling so so many things today and each second I love you more. And her... Look what you have given to me. You have made a perfect baby, Abi"

"We."

I kissed her lips and she grabbed me by my neck, kissing deeper and making me shiver.

"I love you so much, Daniel Ricciardo"

"I love you more."

"Call Michelle. And show your parents the baby"

I did. I took pictures and a video. I wanted them to see how healthy and strong Daisy was. Abi talked to them and then I sent Michelle a message.

Me: Hey. Something happened.

Not even a second later, she answered.

Michelle: what happened?

Michelle: don't scare me.

Me: this happened.

And just as quick, she called.

"Daniel!"

"Hi"

"The baby"

"Yes"

"Oh my god. I... The kids... They are at school but..."

"Hey, hey. It's fine. Breathe"

"Daniel you have a baby"

"I have a baby."

"How is Abi? Oh. When did it happen? She wasn't due in..."

Abi took the phone.

"Hi, Michelle."

I heard them talking. Abi told her everything and they talked and laughed for a while. And then she lookedat me and put it on speaker.

"She is so sweet Michelle. She has only cried once."

"She? A girl?!"

"Yes" Abi said with the biggest smile. "Everyone wanted a girl"

We laughed.

"Hey Mich" I called her. "Don't tell the kids that Daisy is a girl."

"Why is that?"

"Izzy asked me to name her like this, we want to surprise her"

We talk to her for a while and Abi started falling asleep on my shoulder.

"Hey, love. Let's go to sleep, huh"

We said out goodbyes to Michelle and Abi carefully moved Daisy away. She had fallen asleep while eating.

"I can't sleep yet" She said.

"Why?"

"I haven't seen you hold her yet"

I gasped. "I haven't"

"No Danny"

I felt my hands shaking and I looked at the small baby.

"We can wait until the morning"

"No, no. I want to. It's just..."

"It will be okay"

I nodded and looked at her. She smiled and reached the baby for me.

My heart was hammering in my chest. My baby. My little girl. My daughter. My little flower. My Daisy. She was sleeping on my arms and I couldn't stop looking at her.

"I love you so much, little flower. I have waited so long for you"

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I can't believe we are already here!!!

Next part: Daisy's life Pt1.

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[the-silver-peahen-residence]

How would Sukuna react if he saw the kids? I'm curious now! XD

((That's a good question; what would he do? Well, we can find out if you like. The others along with The DBT (some included in this one) belong to my friend @demon-blood-youths ))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

"Who are these little ones?" Sukuna looks to the fraction or the parents who was nervous. He was getting word of little ones roaming about but he demanded to see them soooooooo.....he was looking at them with Kinie there as well.

"Hi mister uhhh Suku!" Abigail smiles waving to him while Ben was giggling waving. Sukuna blinks to look at the little girl holding a baby boy with the other kids sitting around him.

"I always thought our grand devils were the only ones here.." Rosa said. "Are you a ancient demon t..too mister?"

"...You could say that." Sukuna said to her.

"But you look so strong though!!!! It's like your sort of god!" Bridget said giggling with Mack nodding. Stars were seen in their little eyes.

"Well, at least someone knows about it...." Sukuna smirked but Lewis blinks.

"B..but you seem like the others but different. You feel st..stronger too.." Lewis mutters nervous.

"Hey, that just means that he's a dangerous being. No one would win against him......but my parents are stronger though!" Brandon said proud with the kids sweatdropping.

Izzy and Dawn sighed and yet the two just look at him now gloating about his parents. As for the parents they were worried but hoping Sukuna won't scare them.

"Do you really think this is a good idea to meet him?" Melinda asked worried.

"Well..he was curious and second, he would have did something if we didn't -_-.." Shdwkyz said with arms crossed. "Though, I'm sure if he did we will fix it.

The kids kept looking up at Sukuna but he didn't say too much about them. Though, they were something else. However, the parents did keep watching seeing the Kids surround him happily while Sukuna said nothing. Well, it was not like he would give into the little ones charms right?

"Well, I guess your kids are not too bad. Though....are you little ones really their pups?" he asked.

"We are!" the kids smiled being cute that Sukuna's four eyes looks to them but he was silent. He couldn't be giving into the adorableness of these kids could he?

'......I really am losing my touch. Their just kids right? I'm not going to lose it to them!' he thought but he looks away to sigh.

"You okay Mister Suku?" Bridget asked tilting her head.

"I'm fine and don't call me that." he said simply but Bridget blinks but she smiled.

"Sorrie but you are! It's hard to pronounce your name Uncle Suku!"

"Uncle!?" The fractions was shocked. Even Sukuna was.

"Uncle!?" he said but his eyes widen but looks away trying not to blush. Oh damn it not again! "Hey, I'm not your-" that's when he saw the kids happily rush to hug him now calling him uncle Suku.

"Stop that! I'm not your devil uncle! Stop!" he said trying to move the kids back carefully but they smiled being more cute to him that he was silent.

"We love you uncle devil Suku!" they said.

".........."

~~Moments later~~

The parents were in shock seeing this but Sukuna was holding the kids using his four arms but they were happily hugging him while Sukuna sighed. Yeah, he gave in. They were too cute!

"You know, that's a nice look for you Sukuna!" Ink laughed.

"Very funny....why did some of you have to have cute kids?" he grumbled.

"Not our fault.." Vivi said with arms crossed.

"Besides, our kids are the best!" Rust said proud.

Sukuna said nothing but he sighed to hold them but he was seeing them hug him more or some putting demon flower crowns on his head. Yeah, seems he was now their uncle. He just kept holding them in his arms before the parents think about taking them home after a while. He even gets the kids to take their naps while he hands them back.

"Again, your kids are cute but lucky..I mean.." Sukuna sighed.

"You admit their cute..good to know." Shdwkyz said but the parents sighed holding their sleeping kids. "But think about it, if you had your own kid you would think the same." he said but Sukuna blinks to that.

"...My own kid?" he asked. Kinie blinks but her face went pink to think about it. It was just like the time Taz and Yuji were turned into babies. However, Shdwkyz sighed.

"Well, that's a simple idea. Though, you shouldn't worry about it too much." he said.

"........."

"Uhhhh you okay Sukuna?" Ink asked. However, Sukuna thinks before looking to Kinie who blinks confused.

"Ummmm My king? You okay?" she asked. However, Sukuna said nothing to look at them then at her. He then walks over to look at Kinie still confused before he picks her up hearing her yelp.

"Hey!!!"

"I now want a heir..your coming with me princess. We'll be busy for a bit." he said now carrying her away.

"W.....WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? MY KING, PUT ME DOWN!!!!!! LETS TALK ABOUT THIS F..FIRST! I DON'T KNOW IF I'LL WALK IF YOUR GOING TO....ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!?!?"

"I am and now I want to give you that! A heir that is of two powerful parents!"

"......I lost him....wait a moment, we shouldn't-not right now!!! @_@" she said comically being taken away with the parents shocked but Ink blinks confused.

"I wonder what I said..." she mutters but Shdwkyz sighed to pull Ink and close the main front doors.

"Lets just go home.." he said as everyone leaves for home.

[hollybee8917]

Left For Revenge Chapter 4 Sneak Peek

Plot: Andy is a feared and respected mob boss who is not to be crossed. When he is, he seeks revenge. What he finds in the process is a girl to fall in love with which could spell trouble.

Warnings: Swearing, murder, mentions of rape, arson, violence, torture, language.

Abigail was seated on the couch, reading, when Andy approached her with a bowl of popcorn and asked, “Want to watch a movie?”

She closed her book and smiled at him, “Sure. What were you thinking?”

“How about a comedy?”

The young woman smiled, “Okay. We can do that.”

Andy dropped onto the other end of the couch and put the popcorn between them. He then hit the power on the remote, “Do you want something more classic or something more modern?”

She smiled at him, “How about Some Like It Hot? That’s a great film.”

With a smirk, Andy cocked an eyebrow, “The one about the two musician on the run from evil mobsters?”

He let loose a low laugh, “You realize we aren’t actually like that, right? We aren’t all money grabbing murderers chasing people to kingdom come because they saw a hit.”

Abigail’s face fell and she looked down, “Oh, um, okay. Well, I-I guess I—”

Andy reached out and lifted her chin, “Hey, I was kidding. I like that movie. Some Like It Hot is my go to comedy movie. The portrayal of the mob is funny. Come on, get some popcorn and watch the movie with me.”

She reached out and grabbed some of the popcorn and shoved it in her mouth as the movie began to play. Bit by bit thy drifted closer on the couch and about midway through the film, both Abigail and Andy each reached a hand into the bowl. What felt like a shock of electricity passed through their fingers as they brushed. Immediately, both pulled their hands back.

“I’m sorry.” They both said at the same moment.

Andy smiled, “Here, you can have the last bit. There’s not much left.”

Abigail tucked her hair behind her ear, “Thank you.”

Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment and in that moment, Abigail took a chance. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to Andy’s. His eyes widened in surprise then fluttered closed and he began to return the gesture, tilting his head to the side to get a better response from her. Then his eyes shot open again and he pushed her back, “No! No, I can’t do this. We can’t. It’s too dangerous.”

Andy rose to his feet then he was gone.

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[hannibutts]

HANNIBAL SPOILER S02E10

Oh good we get to see what actually happened at Will’s place…

Oh wow ok so while Will was killing ManBearPig guy he was seeing Hannibal and the shadow deer guy that looks like Hannibal but is Will’s…. Killer instincts?

He bare handedly broke ManBearPig’s bone helmet and snapped his neck. Alrighty.

Oh, Hannibal finally not acting coy, this is the first proper conversation they’re having where Hannibal isn’t lying or omitting.

Well if it isn’t a good ol fashioned Will Washathon.

Will… isn’t playing around is he? He’s fully in now like I figured because he LITERALLY just killed a guy but… in the process of trying to hook Hannibal, he’s literally losing himself to the killer within.

To be honest, it’s the only way that I can see a “happy” ending here. Because (and Spoiler alert for silence of the lambs book here), in the ending of the book - Hannibal keeps drugging Clarice for her to stay with him, like eventually in her drug stupor the book insinuates that she does love him back but it’s in that “is it really love if she’s being drugged for her to reach a mental state where she even accepts Hannibal in her vicinity” kinda non con love.

So for Hannibal the show to be satisfying as far as Will’s arc - he really does have to go dark for there to be an even ground…. Even though technically the connection would always be tarnished because Hannibal has being manipulating Will himself but also the situations that got Will to this point.

LASER LIGHTS INTRO

Hannibal and Will psychoanalysing the killer of Randall (Will) while they eye fuck and Jack justifiably confused and terrified is HILARIOUS

Boo Freddie Lounds

Chilton mentioned but only to disparage him. At least it shows Freddie has a soul if she’s still sore about the ripper killing Abigail.

Is… is Hannibal telling Margot to go make a baby boy heir??

Oh shit, Michael Pitt as mason verger? Well, he does good psycho. Oh already with the pigs huh?

Boo Alana - oh they’re still together will Hannibal. I wonder if Hannibal actually lusts for Will or if it’s just an obsession then? Because I genuinely thought he would have broken it off with Alana when he “got Will back”. Though, staying with her will undoubtedly cause the most carnage.

Okay Margot, courting the lonesome backwoods man. I see you. And Jesus, Will is all leisurely and deeper voiced than normal. Like damn, I hope they do end up doing SOMETHING if only just to make Hannibal all jealous and shit. Or just to do something outside of both their horrible existences.

The sex scenes on this show are unnerving, like even if you mute the creepy ass music - everything is in a non sexy slow mo and I get that sex scene in fight club vibes where it feels like there are one too many limbs for two people. Oh Will honey no, he’s still in love with Alana (booo) and she’s getting dicked down by Hannibal Murder dick at that moment. Meanwhile no one is fantasising about Margot 😭

Jesus that scene of Alana making out with Hannibal and then turning to make out with Will 👀 I don’t like Alana but dang, get it girl.

Hoo boy, Will seeing the murder stag while having sex with Margot - aw please don’t kill Margot, she’s been through enough. Speaking of Margot, is her plan to get pregs by Will to have a male heir and then kill her brother?

Oh shit, wait, was Will having a mind meldy moment with Hannibal??

Jesus, in a conversation between Freddie and Alana (double boo) Freddie was the one actually making sense and Alana was whiny being all like “stahhhhp the sun shines out of Hannibal’s butt!”

It’s so funny because this show keeps putting awful people against each other and you have to pick the lesser of two evils. Like right now - between Hannibal and Mason, you’re obviously going to side with Hannibal because he’s trying to protect Margot and because he’s being very bold to let Mason know he’s not scared of him even after indirectly telling him he know what the pigs can do.

At a dinner with Will, Hannibal and Alana (boo) I would have thought that Will would have been the jealous sassy one but Alana is being real snippy about Will and Hannibal’s relationship 😂

Hannibal just casually waiting in his sauna suit is so funny - like he’s about to kill someone but genuinely hilarious. Wait is he going to try and kill will?? Oh it’s Freddie (boo). Oh shit Freddie be finding ManBearPig’s suit in Will’s barn. Oh ew and his mandible too. Oop there’s Will sporting his own “I frew up” stance. So what, they’re going to kill her together?

Well shit, Will is genuinely terrifying trying to stop Freddie. Daaang Will. Jack doing top notch work… did you do it will? No? Well I’m outta ideas.

What in the hell is Alana doing there? (Boo) does she just have all access to the fbi at all times???

Of course they’re going to cook together. Hannibal looks so ecstatic.

There’s lovely sweet music playing while they eat and talk about how Freddie Lounds meat tastes! During the sex scenes - the music was discordant and unnerving and right now the music is all flowing and punctuating their smiles. This show I swear 😂

The amalgamated face at the end there was a bit on the nose but ok, so Will has become. Is it still all in the name of catching Hannibal or has he just transitioned? Or is this one of those things where he didn’t actually kill Freddie Lounds and she’s going to show up later and be like haaaa jokes on you?

[opie-nixx]

Flirting In Horseshoe Overlook (Filler CHAP)

Karen: "You know, you make yourself pretty useful, around here." She says scrubbing laundry as I wring it out and hang it to dry.

Y/n: "I try." I chuckle. Arthur took out the O'Driscoll to find Colm and hopefully settle any type of disagreements.

Charles: "Want any help?" I hear Charles say behind me, I turn around to greet him but I have a hard time actually make eye contact with him. His shirt was off and his chest was glistening with sweat. I feel my face begin to heat up as I begin to stutter; my eyes glancing between him and his chest. Karen interrupted my silly attempt to answer by howling with laughter, only making my face turn the color of a tomato.

Y/n: "If you want, Charles you can wring out the clothes...My arms are getting tired." I say as I pin up a shirt to dry, he nods and begin's to do the part I was tired of.

'Fuck me, dude.' I think to myself relieving a breath I felt was holding forever. That's when I hear trotting footsteps that catch everyone's attention. John, Bill and Kieran. Kieran only quick to dismount as to prove his innocence. Dutch pays him no mind and waits for an explanation from Bill and John, who were a bit reluctant to tell him how Kieran saved Arthur. I smile to myself as Charles and I continue with our task. We then hear John and Abigail begin to argue over his parental responsibilities. Karen and I snap our heads to there direction as there arguing intensifies, Charles takes over doing all 3 without a fuss, a smile adorning his features as we watch the drama unfold.

Abigail: "John! Hey, could I speak to you for a minute?"

John: "What do you want?" John snaps, Abigail retracts a bit and Karen and I exchange looks.

Abigail: "Is that how you speak to me?"

John: "Yeah, I guess it is." He scoffs.

Y/n: "Nooooo." I whisper as Karen slaps her hand over my mouth. Abigail furrows her brows.

Abigail: "You miserable Scotch sack of shit!" She spews as she smacks him across the face and then storms off to her tent.

John: "You got a nice tongue there, lady." As he storms off to the whiskey crate. Karen removes her hand and walks off to find Mary-Beth and Charles finished a while ago. I make my way over to the cliff side of camp to sit and admire the view. My ears perk up to Arthur's voice as he gives good praises to him. I pause and give him a small wave and continue on my path.

Arthur: "Hey Y/n! Wait up!" He says as he dismounts and jogs over to me, I pause and wait for him.

Y/n: "You okay?"

Arthur: "Yeah, just wanted to talk is all." I nod as my eyes catch the glimpse of his jacket that was a bit dampened by blood.

Y/n: "Are you sure?" I say extending my hand out to touch it. He retracts a bit as he tries to brush me off.

Arthur: "Just a scratch." I grab his jacket and drag him to his tent, Arthur puts up no fuss but just gives glares to the camp members who were eyeing our interaction. I push open his tent flaps and down on his cot.

Y/n: "Take it off. Let me see." I say as I grab a health cure and a clean rag, Arthur sighs and does so despite what he thinks.

Arthur: "This is stupid." I turn to see his upper half completely nude and my face turns a bright red as my eyes flick between his own eyes and his exposed torso.

'I see why people say save a horse, ride a cowboy...'

Y/n: "Oh, shut up." I say placing the cloth against his arm.

Arthur: "People will talk.. Weren't you worried about that?" He says cocking his head to the side.

Y/n: "You gonna pull any funny business with your tent flap wide open?" Arthur does a quick take to the exposed outdoors before looking back to me.

Arthur: "They were eyein us as we came in here."

Y/n: "I only said I didn't want them to talk because I don't want to put you in a situation where people think we're together." I say as I grab the gauze.

Arthur: "Why wouldn't I want people to think we're together?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

Y/n: "Why would you want people to think we're together?" I ask raising the same eyebrow with a smirk.

Arthur: "Uh..er?" We both hear footsteps coming closer and see Micah approach the tent, I scoff as Arthur sighs with an eyeroll.

Micah: "Y/n...Ya know I have a scratch on my arm as well..Can you tend to me?"

Y/n: "Mmm. I don't know you seem more capable to tend to a scratch to yourself."

Micah: "Why does cowpoke get special treatment? You fancy him more?" He says glaring between Arthur and I. I tie the gauze wrap.

Y/n: "Cowpoke does more around camp to deserve special treatment." I say as I grip Arthur's face and squish it before placing a kiss on his cheek and taking my leave. As I exit the tent I see Tilly, Mary-Beth and Karen scatter from the side of Arthur's tent.

Y/n: "Vultures." I say chuckling as I walk back to the cliff side, passing by John drinking away his misery.

John: "Y//n!" He slurs and I sigh.

Y/n: "I just wanna go sit and admire the view." I complain.

John: "Come here."

Y/n: "Is it important?" Placing my hands on my hips.

John: "Kinda." I begin to take a few steps over to where he was sitting, when he suddenly grabs my by my waist and drags me to sit on his lap.

Y/n: "John, for the love of fuck let go of me." I demand as I try to stand out of his grasp.

John: "You're very pretty."

Y/n: "Thank you, now please let go." His grasp getting tighter.

John: "Let's go back to your tent." He slurs, leaning closer to my neck to leave kisses as his hands grope around my body. My face flushes as I stomp on his foot causing him to let go. I stand up and turn on my heel before storming off and slap him across the face. 

Y/n: "Fuckhead!" I scoff and stomp back to my destination. I plop on the edge and light up a cigarette trying to think of anything else but sex with John. 

Soon, Arthur joins me.

Arthur: "It's a pretty view." I flinch a bit.

Y/n: "Oh shit. Yeah. It is." I say, giggling trying to calm myself from being startled.

Arthur: "Sorry."

Y/n: "You're fine. Just was lost in my own mind."

Arthur: "Can I ask what about?"

Y/n: "Eugh, just John." Arthur cocks his head to the side.

Arthur: "Whatchu mean?"

Y/n: "He grabbed me and wanted to go back to my tent and then tried to kiss my neck." I light up another cigarette. Arthur balled his fist before he himself lights up a smoke.

Arthur: "He's a miserable sack of shit."

Y/n: "I feel bad for Abigail.." I say taking a puff.

Arthur: "Yeah?"

Y/n: "She had to be both the mother and father to Jack and John got to run away from his problems...He needs to pull his head out of his ass. Abigail is a very beautiful woman and Jack is such a sweet kid." I glance at Arthur who seemed to be staring at me.

Arthur: "Yeah.."

Y/n: "Nevermind."

Arthur: "Did you mean to do that in front of Micah?"

Y/n: "Hell yeah. Micah is the last person I wanna tend too." Artur and I share a laugh. I push myself up off the ledge and go to make my way to my tent.

Arthur: "Uhh, you can hangout in my tent if you wanna..Er if you just need a lace to hide. No one goes in there." Nervous lacing his voice as he stands himself.

Y/n: "Yeah? I think I'll take you up on that, Arthur. Thank you." I say smiling at him. We both make our way to camp. I make my way to where Javier was, who was making poisoned knives.

Javier: "Mi amor, what do I owe the pleasure?" He smiles glancing at me.

Y/n: "I'm just a bit bored, figured I'd bother you a bit." I say grinning at him.

Javier: "You couldn't bother me, amor."

Y/n: "What are you doin?"

Javier: "Making some poisoned knives. Or just lacing them really, just trying to stay prepared."

Y/n: "Can I do 1?"

Javier: "Sure." He hands me a blade, cloth and moves the bowl filled with poison up onto the table between us.

Y/n: "The whole blade or just the tips?"

Javier: "Whole blade and be careful not to nick yourself with the poison." I nod and begin to help him finish his knives.

Javier: "So, you haven't really told anyone where you're from. May I ask why?" I shrug my shoulders.

Y/n: "I am not really sure how to answer it."

 Javier: "Do you have any family or someone close that could be looking for you?"

Y/n: "None that would find me. My parents didn't do too much for me and my old lover treated me just as bad as Micah treats women... I don't wanna go back to that and I'm not too sure how I really got here but I'm not looking to go back." I say wiping the last blade.

Javier: "Well, I can't imagine what it would be like to date someone like Micah, but I think you'll be a lot safer here." We both turn our heads to a commotion between Arthur and John.

Arthur: "Stop bein a god damn fool!" He says shoving John who stumbles back a bit.

John: "What are you talkin about?" He slurs.

Arthur: "You got your own damn woman! Figure out what you wanna do before you mess up anyone else's life." He argues before socking him in the face, John falls flat on his back and Javier and I jump up from the table and rush to the commotion.

Y/n: "Let's take a ride, yeah?" I say placing my hands on Arthur's chest which was heaving heavily. Javier was tending to John who was slurring his words. I glance around the whole camp and see that everyone was watching.

Y/n: "Come on." I say dragging him by his wrist to the horses.

Arthur: "Yeah, let's go." He pulls his wrist out of my grasp and speed walks to his horse, not even waiting for me to catch up. He mounts up and trots off down towards the lake below, I quickly follow after him.

Y/n: "Wait up, Arthur!" I say trotting after him. He sighs before reluctantly pulling up on his reins. 

Y/n: "Thank you. What was that back there?"

Arthur: "Nothin."

Y/n: "Don't pull that shit with me."

Arthur: "Watch your tone with me woman." He begins to keep walking down to the lake.

Y/n: "Don't call me woman, Arthur." I snap back at him.

Arthur: "Go back to camp, it don't concern you." He stops at the water front and dismounts.

Y/n: "Just let me be your friend and please talk to me." I say following his lead, he stops in his tracks before turning to me.

Arthur: "If you wanna be my friend, you would take yourself back up to camp." He says in a demeaning tone before stomping off down the river. I scoff and pick up a pebble in frustration, I throw it at his back. He pauses in his tracks before stomping back over to me. Taking off his hat and dropping it to the ground. My eyes widen in fear with the look on his face as he takes threatening steps towards me. I yipe before running off in another direction with Arthur hot on my tail.

Arthur: "You're dead woman!"

Y/n: "I'm sorry!" I laugh in fear the closer he gets. I soon feel his hands grab my waist and he yanks me back, lifting me onto his shoulder. I try and thrash around to try and lessen his grip which doesn't work in fact it just tightens. A sharp smack to my ass stops my thrashing and my face heats up. I hear water whooshing and realize he's walking into the water.

Y/n: "Arthur! Arthur! Please!" I laugh uncontrollably.

Arthur: "Can you swim?"

Y/n: "Yes! NO! I mean NO!" He laughs before trying to shrug me off, I hold on for dear life on his clothes.

Arthur: "You should've went back to camp." He says as he dunks us both into the ice cold water. I let go of him and surface back up and begin to take deep breaths from the ice cold water.

Y/n: "You fucking bastard." I breathe and Arthur just laughs as he tries to swim closer to me. I splash his face and swim away from him, but he only grabs me by my foot and drags me back to him.

Arthur: "You should've seen your face!" He laughs as he drags us back to shore.

Y/n: "I don't have any other clothes, Arthur!" I laugh.

Arthur: "I got some spare clothes in my tent." I scoff as I begin to wring my hair and clothes as he sits on the rocks and watches me.

Arthur: "I hit him because what you said he did earlier." I stop and move to sit next to him as I return his gaze.

Y/n: "It's not your job to fight my battles." He nods.

Arthur: "I know, I just know your situation isn't the best and I guess I don't want you takin off just yet."

Y/n: "I'm not gonna let John's drunken advances run me off. I'm not interested in him."

Arthur: "Yeah?"

Y/n: "Mmhmm."

Arthur: "Got your eye on someone else?" He swallows thickly never breaking eye contact.

Y/n: "Maybe.." I say averting his gaze, he clears his throat.

Arthur: "Oh? Can I ask who?"

Y/n: "Maybe. He's really kind and handsome..." I say, my lips curling into a smile while slowly meeting his gaze.

Arthur: "..." I giggle as I stand up and take my horse''s reigns and make my way back to camp. Arthur stands up and does the same, water sloshing in our boots.

Arthur: "You never told me who it was."

Y/n: "I thought I made it clear earlier based off my actions." I say glancing at him.

Arthur: "Javier?"

Y/n: "You are dense." I say shaking my head.

[nerdetiquette]

So I’m finally getting my friend to read Gideon the ninth, and she’s going in with mostly no knowledge. It was their idea to play a game and guess what characters are like from art I sent her and the characters names. She doesn’t know who’s a cavalier and who’s a necromancer.

art by @exmakina

Here’s the picture of the cast I sent and here are their thoughts:

She actually thought Judith and Marta were boys which is fair in all honesty bc I kept saying they looked like 12 year old boys in British uniforms for an American revolutionary war reenactment.

Judith:

Okay so Judith Deuteros, I feel like she's the 'older sister' who thinks she can do everything herself but she cant. A bit rude and super loyal until proven otherwise

Now for Marta, autocorrect decided to change Dyas to DYAS because I yelled about her being cool when I was reading htn. I have no shame, she’s definitely hot and definitely out of my league.

Marta:

Okay, misS DYAS 😂 is the one who can actually do everything on her own but lets people help her just because its less work. Direct but nice overall

[here is where I explained why it autocorrect to DYAS without saying it was because she was really cool]

Her: So a bit stupid too

Me: how dare you, I’m offend on her behalf

Her: Well emotionally stupid

Logically brilliant

Me: I am offended on her behalf

To explain Ianthe, I sent her the cast before and they said they thought Ianthe was pretty so I had been sending non spoiler fanart of Ianthe which is surprisingly hard. I get that bone arm Ianthe is hot, but like there’s so little of regular Ianthe.

Ianthe:

Okay, social bitch whos not afraid to stab you in the back and will do ANYTHING, and I mean ANYTHING to protect her twin

Very manipulative

Me, shocked at most of it being right: anything else?

Mmm likes things her way

Coronabeth:

I like her name

She's the quiet one, but still talks shit about ppl she doesn't like. She likes to look pretty but only for herself

Also would do anything for her twin

I feel like she could betray her in exceptional circumstances (my reaction to this was basically 👀 because of as yet unsent)

Naberius is funny because I haven’t told her a thing about him. So I’m going to let this part speak for itself.

Then I proceeded to tell her that I know only one person who liked Naberius and he’s objectively wrong. (he decided he would stop defending Naberius after I reminded him that babs threatened children)

Issac:

Little ginger boy who DESPISES being called short, but also super agile and good at his job (wtv it is)

I feel like he's crushing on a girl but idk who and he gets flustered way too easy, it kinda puts him in trouble, cause he cant lie

Jeannemary:

Ooo I like her name too

Shes basically Gabi from aot

Lemme tell y’all, this absolutely crushed me. If you like aot and you were watching it as it came out or just saw the memes, no one liked Gabi. I thought Gabi was fine but the idea of people hating Jeannemary made me very sad.

Abigail:

The type of girl who volunteers at retirement homes. She likes to read and be alone whenever she's not on the job. Barely talks to anyone, she prefers to listen to people

(She was proud of this one because I said nifty, this is like modern au Abigail minus her fun, funky parts. If I were describe Abigail, I would say unhinged academia and move on)

Magnus:

Absolute lady magnet, charming smile and flirty eyes. Crushes on Abigail but she's oblivious to love so he kinda just admires from afar. Only default is he lets his emotions control him, easy to manipulate

(She was very happy when I told her Abigail and Magnus were married)

Now much to my dismay, this heathen thinks glasses are sexy so she thinks Palamedes is hot which hurts the part of my soul that headcanons Pal as aroace, but putting that aside, I said please don’t ship these characters I will literally cry. This concerned her and I had tell her they were cousins.

Palamedes:

So Pal, real nerdy, super good with anything thats tech. But of a sarcastic brat, and gets along better with animals than humans

(This is almost entirely inaccurate but I’m not a heartless monster so they can have this for now.)

Camilla:

Good with math, can do decently in tech too because she observed her cousin work so often. She's a pro at detecting when ppl are lying and doesn't let their bullshit pass ever.

Now I was very excited for what they would say about Dulcinea/Cytherea and Pro mostly because I wanted to see if the guess leaned more towards the actual Dulcie and Pro or not.

Dulcinea:

Cutie 🥰

(Me: Gideon thought so too)

She's a master at deception though. She likes flowers and jewelry and will flirt with any man (or woman) to help her own cause. She doesn't do murder, but she can easily knock out a man. She just flirts to get what she wants

I was absolutely dumbfounded that she basically guessed Cytherea’s whole character, aside from the murder. I was just thinking god damn and I tried my best not to show it (this is very hard and I understand why my friend who got me into the series spoiled so much on accident). Also Cytherea is her favorite based on their current assumptions.

Protesilaus:

Stone cold warrior, scary but honestly isn't afraid to cry. Hes good at what he does, but he hates it. Fucking whipped for a lady he cant have. Biggest heart you can find

This was such a good guess for original Pro that I was just like how???

About the eighth house, I told her that no one likes the eight and I very much hate them so that’s where all of this comes from.

Silas:

Okay so cruel individual who has zero empathy, picks on innocent people for fun and is loyal to death

Colum:

Also known as Colon Shit is homophobic and kills for fun 🙃

Oh and a pathological liar

This is all so wrong that I was like Jesus does it take that much to hate someone, but I didn’t want to spoil anything by telling them just how wrong they were.

We went to Harrow who I told her is a top kin of mine. Her prediction for Harrow was so nice and I can’t even be mad at her for being this wrong.

Harrowhark:

Okay healer type of character who helps anyone she can, has a hard time dealing with her emotions so she just shuts them down

I was also very excited for her Gideon prediction as anyone I talk to about this book knows I am head over heels in love this Gideon. She is pure of heart and she is dumb of ass. She is my everything. The friend who got my into gtn has a count of whenever I text them “she’s so stupid 🥰” referring to Gideon because it’s only referring to Gideon and never anyone else.

Gideon:

Okay from what you told me, she's a raging lesbian who cant deal with how attractive women are but is also a badass warrior

I have said too much in the end.

[applepi-1]

The girl who wants your boyfriend- Sugawara

When you first met Sugawara, he was nothing like your friends told you. You always seen him around school talking to this one chick and his friend... Asahi? You weren't really sure if that was his name. Your friend has class with this girl, and she is always talking about Sugawara. So when you two bumped into each other out of school, no girl around him. No guys, it was frustrating. "Oh, I'm so sorry, let me pay for your coffee." Your eyes widen as he bowed and began to pick up your spilt coffee.

"No... no, it's fine. I should've watched where I was going."

"I... wow." Sugawara stopped moving, taking in your appearance. Your glasses hung perfectly on your nose, your hair tied back into a messy bun as you wore a black skin tight crop top and joggers. He looked back at your face a small smile forming. Your eyes shined even brighter as the sun beamed on them.

"Hm?" You felt shy under his gaze, no guy has ever checked you out.

"Oh, sorry I was staring. It's just... you're beautiful." You felt your cheeks redden as he said this. "Sorry..."

"No, um... thank you. No one's ever called me that before."

"Really? Hm, guess I'm lucky then."

"How so?"

"Because I'm smart enough to know when someone is beautiful." You smiled a little as he gestured to the counter. "Please let me buy you another coffee. If it's okay, I'd like to continue to talk a little more." You nodded your head following the boy.

That was 4 months ago. Sugawara never introduced you to the girl, and he told you why. "Who Abigail? She's one of those friends you grew up with that your parents force you to hangout with because they're friends with her parents." You understood why he didn't feel the need for you to meet her, but from what your friends tell you about her, about the stuff she says about your boyfriend, kinda makes you want to mark what's yours. You always go to his house after school, you'd never run into her because when you leave is when she comes over, same at school. She always just shows up when you leave. But not this time, your mom wasn't going to be home that night, so Sugawara's parents offered you to stay the night. You just couldn't say no to her cooking. You were putting your stuff down when you heard someone talk. A girl, couldn't of been his mom the voice was too high. You threw on one of Sugawara shirts and walked down stairs.

"Oh my god, Sugawara you're so funny." You furred your brows as your boyfriend wishes he was else where.

"It's so good our kids are still friends." You looked into the kitchen seeing an older woman talking to his parents. Must be her mom. You walked into the living room fully catching Sugawara's attention, his eyes widen as his landed on the shirt you were wearing.

"Hope it's okay if I barrow this."

"You can have it." You smiled as he stood up.

"Who's this?"

"Oh, Abigail, this is my girlfriend." Sugawara said as he wrapped his arm around your waist. "Babe, this is Abigail."

"Wait, this is your girlfriend?"

"What does that mean?" Your voice was soft as always when you spoke.

"Oh, you just weren't what I was expecting, hun. That's all. But what's your name?"

"Y/n."

"Cool cool cool. Well as he said I'm Abigail." She held her hand out like a princess before laughing. "Oh. Sorry, habit. The guys call me princess so they all just kiss my hand to greet me."

"In your head sure." You chocked back your laugh as Sugawara mumbled.

"Well, we've known each other for like ever. We even got married on the playground. It's just a cute little story."

"We were in kindergarten, and it wasn't legal."

"Well, yeah it wasn't 'technically' legal, but we never 'technically' got a divorce either."

"Well, I want one now."

"Awe, babes. I just noticed, are you wearing his shirt?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Awe, twins." You looked at Sugawara confused as she picked at her shirt.

"That's Daichi's."

And that was the first day you met her, now she's always around, and it's not just driving you crazy, but Sugawara as well. Once you were out of your shy faze around Suga, you began to let him see the real you, and he loves it. He loves the spectrum nose ring, the way you cuss seems so innocent to him, and he loves how cute you look in your clothes. You were chilling with the volleyball team and her at Sugawara's house. Nishinoya and you were arguing over something and a few cuss words came out. Sugawara's eyes widen but then he smiled at how soft your voice is saying such bad words. Nishinoya ended up losing the argument as you went into the kitchen, Aby following you. "Oh hey."

"Hey, can I give you advice really quick?"

"What's up...?" You set your drink down as she laughed.

"So I love your little... bowl ring?" You furred your brows as she touches her nose. "Like is makes it look like a bowl?"

"You mean my spectrum piercing?"

"Yes, your spectrum piercing, I love it, I think it's so cute. I love your glasses, like sometimes I have to wear glasses when reading. But... Sugawara doesn't really like that type of stuff. He's more into like the clean looking, you know? Like the pretty presentable type of girl. So maybe take it out and like... wear contacts?" You looked this girl up and down as she continued. "Just if you wanna be with him, I don't know. He just doesn't like that stuff. Also I hear you swearing like a sailor all the time, and I think it makes you sound cool, but Sugawara doesn't really like that stuff. He's more into smart and classy girls you know? Have you ever thought about going blonde?"

"No."

"You should, Sugawara is into blondes. Oh one more thing one more thing. Those clothes that you wear. I don't think Suga likes how you dress. And there is always this mood around you every time we hang. And I love hanging out with you don't get me wrong. It's like a jealous vibe, I don't know. I don't know what it is. But there is nothing between us."

"Ok, I heard enough." You put a hand up stopping Sugawara.

"What in the hell do I have to be jealous of? Your over burying personality? The way you only dress hooker-like is around my boyfriend? Or the fact you just pop up and run all his girlfriends off, because you're in love with him? Sweetie the only reason nothing is going on between you and him, is because he doesn't want your plastic ass. Suga tells me all the time how cute I look with my glasses. And my spectrum ring?" You took it out easily before putting it back in. "Is magnetic. And Suga loves playing with it when we cuddle. The only blonde Sugawara has ever been around is you. Doesn't make him into blondes. He's told me plenty of times he finds my swearing cute because of how soft my voice is. And my clothes, 90 percent of the time it's Suga's clothes I'm wearing and he loves me in them. The only thing Sugawara isn't into. Is you. So you can stop." Sugawara and the guys looked at you in shock as Abigail looked embarrassed.

"I think... I should go..."

"Yeah, I think it's best."

[starlightcevans]

To Infinity and Happy Father’s Day!

I have written a fan fiction about Father's Day. The story continues from “No bunny compares to you”.

This fan fic is not age-restricted, but there are a few kiss scenes.

Enjoy!

Credit to edited image: @rainbowkisses31

Please let me know if there are any grammar errors.

Thank you!

“Come on Dad!” Jack beams, jumping up and down by the counter, playing with the – ah!

“Look, Dad! It’s you!” Jack says cheerfully, holding up the Buzz Lightyear action figure.

I cannot help but laugh at my son. “Yes, that’s me.”

“We going to see you in the movies! I even count down the days!” Jack smiles radiantly, full of joy.

“Yeah!” I smile, but then I look around. I don’t see Abigail or Sapphira anywhere. “Where are Mommy and Abigail?”

I could have sworn I heard them this morning. Where did they go?

“Come on Dad, we will be late.”

“But where are your sister and mother?” I ask, a little worried now.

“They are – oh! It’s a surprise.” Jack giggles and then he pulls at my arm.

Phew! As long as they are okay.

“Let’s go, Dad! Let’s go! We cannot miss the movie” Jack shouts, grabbing my jacket.

We aim toward the door, but Jack halts. “Wait! I need to say goodbye to Sox and Dodgie.” he races off up the stairs, and I follow after him.

Goodness! My son is full of energy, but he is always a happy child and I love him so much. Some days though, I just can’t keep up whenever Jack gets excited.

As I reach the top of the stairs, I overhear Jack talking to Sox and Dodger in his bedroom.

“No Sox, you cannot come with us. No animals are allowed at the movies, but I can take my soft toy with me. He will tell you how the movie was. Now Dodgie, you are older than Sox, so you are in charge. Keep Sox safe. He’s still a baby. Oh, Dodgie! I love you too! Hehe! All these kisses!” Jack giggles.

I step into the bedroom and I see Jack hugging Dodger, and it makes me want to cry. I’m so glad my son loves animals.

Oh! I can feel the tears watering in my eyes.

I walk closer to where Jack is, but I halt as I look at the outfit I am wearing in the mirror. I bet Jack told Sapphira he wanted me to wear this outfit. Or maybe, I think Sapphira told Jack that I should wear this outfit, for obvious reasons.

“Dad! We match!” Jack jumps next to me and places his arms around me, and I cannot help but laugh at the two of us. The people at the cinema will definitely know what movie we are going to go watch.

“I am so happy I get to say I am Buzz Lightyear’s son!” Jack squeezes me tightly.

“And I am proud to be called that,” I say, almost choking on my words. “Right, let’s go shall we?” I exhale, trying not to cry before I go to the cinema.

“Yes! Let’s go!” Jack takes my hand and hauls me out of the room.

***

“1 Children’s combo and 1 adult combo please,” I say, ordering the popcorn and soda at the cinema.

“Dad! Look! LOOK!” Jack points to the Lightyear movie line, where people are waiting to see the movie.

Wow! There are a lot of people! I’m glad people are excited to see the film. I was excited when I was recording the voice of Buzz.

“Here you go.” The movie staff member hands me the two combos I ordered.

"Thank you." Jack and I take our movie combos and make our way to the Lightyear cinema.

I still can’t believe I am going to see, well, me in a movie, but not just any movie. A Pixar film! It still feels surreal to be in this film, but I am so happy that my son is excited to see the film.

Once we show our tickets, Jack and I walk into the cinema.

***

“Wow! Dad! That was the best movie ever! It was funny! I saw Sox! The real one! He was so cute!” Jack babbles as we exit the cinema.

I think I may cry.

“You were so cool, Dad!” Jack jumps and embraces me. “I am so happy that you played Buzz! I am so happy you are my dad!” Jack squeezes me, and I can feel the tears streaking down my cheeks.

I rub my eyes and bend down to kiss my son on his forehead. “And I am so happy that you enjoyed the movie.”

“I loved the movie!” Jack smiles radiantly.

“And I love that you loved the movie.” I smile back. I stand up, taking Jack’s hand and we walk out of the movie cinema. As we make our way outside the mall, I immediately spot my wife and my daughter.

“Hey Buzz, how are you?” Sapphira teases, giving me a toothy smile.

Before I can answer, Jack runs toward Sapphira. “Mommy! Mommy! Daddy was so cool! Did you see the movie that Dad was in?” Jack opens his arms and embraces his mother.

“I did.”

Jack steps back. “When did you?”

“With your grandparents, remember? When we went to one of the movie premieres.”

“Yes! You got to see the real-life Buzz too!”

“That too.” Sapphira nods and she darts her gaze to me. “Nice suit by the way.” she chuckles, looking at my Lightyear suit.

I narrow my eyes playfully. “You wouldn’t happen to know who decided on this suit, would you?”

“Not a clue. Maybe your son wants his father to dress like him.” Sapphira giggles.

Oh! I love Sapphira’s laugh. It might be quite loud, but it is infectious. I lean over and kiss Sapphira gently on her lips, and she blushes.

Suddenly, Abigail makes a noise, stretching her arms out to me.

“Oh yes, someone has been wanting her father for hours.” Sapphira says.

“Well, how can I say no to that adorable face?” I take Abigail out of her pram and embrace her, kissing her cheek. Abigail giggles and places her hands on my face. I smile and Abigail giggles again.

“Where have you two been when Jack and I went to watch the movie?” I shift my gaze to Sapphira.

“This is where we went.” Sapphira holds up plane tickets, which were handcrafted by Jack?

I hold Abigail with one arm, while I study the one plane ticket addressed to me. It’s a ticket stating that we will be going to –

“Walt Disney World?” I look at Sapphira and she nods. “And we will be there in 3 hours? And we are staying at the Art of Animation resort for 2 days?”

“Happy Father’s Day.” Jack and Sapphira shout in unison, but Sapphira then walks up to me and kisses me on my cheek.

“We better go.” I say, and Sapphira takes Jack's hand while her other hand pulls Abigail’s pram. We make our way to our separate cars, but Jack decides to go with Sapphira, while I take Abigail in my car, and we all head home.

“You already packed for me?” I ask, astounded that I didn’t see my bag packed at the front door earlier.

“We have to be at the airport in 30 minutes, of cause I had to pack for you.” Sapphira laughs softly. “Now let’s go. Jack!” she calls.

I take Abigail and we all head toward out the house.

***

“Look Dad! LOOK WHO IT IS!” Jack screams, pointing to Buzz Lightyear.

“I can see, son.”

“Let’s go meet him!” Jack grabs my arm and pulls me to where the Buzz Lightyear character is standing. The queue to meet Buzz Lightyear is not that long, which is good because we have a lunch reservation in 20 minutes.

“I wonder what Buzz Lightyear will do when he sees you?” Jack shakes with excitement, and I chuckle. I wonder too.

After a few minutes, Jack and I step forward to meet Buzz Lightyear. Jack fist pumps Buzz and then Jack is led to a table, where Buzz stamps his name in Jack’s autograph book, which Sapphira bought the minute we stepped into the Magic Kingdom park.

“Wow! Look Dad!” Jack holds the book up to me.

 “I see. You officially met Buzz Lightyear.” I say, smiling.

Jack drops the book. "I met you already."

I cannot help but laugh at that.

“Mommy! Look, Dad is going to meet Buzz Lightyear!”

“I see.” Sapphira says while she holds Abigail in her arms.

Jack takes my hand and leads me to meet Buzz Lightyear. The character holds his fist up, and I fist-bump his fist with mine. Sapphira takes a picture of us, and Jack jumps up for joy.

"It's official. You have met Buzz Lightyear." Sapphira says, and I chuckle.

Jack jumps right in front of me and Buzz Lightyear, throwing his arms in the air. “To infinity and Happy Father’s Day!” he shouts.

Everyone around us claps and cheers, shouting ‘Happy Father’s Day.'

“Also, to infinity and beyond!” Jack beams, jumping in the air like he is about to fly up to the sky.

I pick Jack up and hug him. “I love you, my son.” I kiss Jack on his cheek.

“I love you too, Dad! Happy Father’s Day.”