#and fish food for your fiance

[the-kick-of-bones-malone]

noises from the windowsill (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) a rambl

A few days ago I was standing by a room's open doorframe, and when I glanced in I noticed there were 2 guys arm wrestling.

Except,, they weren't gripping hands, their wrists were against each other and they were pushing so hard. I had very recently learned about proper hand grip when I tried arm wrestling with a friend, and those guys were using their wrists and their hands clenched into fists

Fellas, is it gay to hold hands while hand wrestling?

🐦‍⬛

It's only gay if they:

- Didn't have socks

- Were actually gay

- Didn't say "no homo" before initiating

Plus, it could be a way to see who tops... or maybe they are gay but both are in the closet and so they're worried that holding hands would only confirm what they deny

Or maybe it's just bros being hom(o)ies

[yesyourstalker]

Neta: ikkan.... You still awake?

Ikkan: mmmmm I am now

Neta: Oh I'm sorry. I'll tell you when we get home

Ikkan: I'm already awake now. You can just tell me...... Is something wrong? You've been fidgety this whole day

Neta: No there's nothing wrong I just I just have stuff in my mind.. is all

Ikkan: mmm............ Come here......

Neta: ok.......*sigh* this is nice.... You should get a chest tattoo. Maybe something that It goes with your scars. Maybe like vines or something plant related. You've been really good with your plants lately it's impressive

Ikkan: That's something to think about. What's on your mind?

Neta: I've been thinking do we get married after you graduate and we move or do we get married before so we don't have to plan anything and just settle down and adjust?

Ikkan:................................................................. um I don't know. I didn't really think about that........ I didn't really think about marriage. Haven't thought about that since we .........hm... Did my mom say something to you?

Neta: yeah she did.......I do want to get married. Do sill you want to get married?

Ikkan:........... Yeah. I do want to be married, but right now I think we should just focus on our lives. You deal with your store and me, with everything going on. I think we can put wedding planning on hold for now but I do. I do think we should renew our engagement.

Neta: that's good. I'd thought you'd say no

Ikkan: why would you think I would say no?

Neta: I don't know. I just get into my own head sometimes. I remembered moments when I was a lot to deal with. I don't think you'd want to deal with that the rest of your life.....not with me

Ikkan: That's not true. I would gladly live with you, be with you and love you through every moment of your life. Including the bad moments.... [Kiss].... Besides, I have bad moments too and you deal with me...... Remember when I couldn't find my guitar pick and just completely melted down... and I didn't speak for two days.......you stayed, most people wouldn't stay when I'm like that.... A lot people didn't

Neta: that's different.... Those are one time things and it could be preventable most of the time..... You just had a bad day.... When I have a bad day that extends to a week and then a month and so on............ That doesn't sound like a good life to share with someone. It doesn't seem like it's worth it. {Taka: it's not worth it... You're not worth it}

Ikkan: It is... It is worth it. You're kind, you're generous, you're attentive, you're nurturing, funny, smart........ You have pretty eyes.....[kiss]..... It's a good life...... You're giving me the best life Neta and I'm happy that I'm living this life with you.... You've change so much.

Neta: yeah like physically... Mostly just looks

Ikkan: no.... well yes,... But your physical changes also came along with a lot of other changes......More mature in a way. More vulnerable and affectionate. You're more calm, less angry when frustrated. Not on edge like you used to.....*sigh*....You let your guard down a little that a good thing..... You weren't like that when we met.... Or when we were first engaged..... I think at that time it wasn't the right time. I don't think you were ready. Honestly neither was I...... I think this time.... This time right now I think we're both ready for this kind of commitment

Neta: so It's a yes... Ikkan... Will you marry me?

Ikkan: hehehehe.. yes... I will marry you.... hehehe

Neta: yesss.... [Kiss] [kiss]... We're back...... [Kisskissksskiss]

Ikkan: Neta! Heheheheh stop! Hehehe

Neta: hehehe.....*sigh*...... Maybe I should have waited...

Ikkan: why?

Neta: I have this whole thing planned.... Where I was going to give you back your bass and tell you that I didn't want it anymore and you were going to ask why and I was going to explain that I didn't need it anymore because I played it when you were away.... and when I started to miss you but now that you're back in my life and it was this whole thing-

Ikkan: why don't we just forget that we had this conversation.... We go home and you get to do your little planned out proposal... Okay?

Neta: yeah..... That's a good idea....*yawn*..... We need to go to sleep........ Our flight is in the morning.........*snoring*

Ikkan: hehe how do you fall asleep so fast?... [Kiss]...

Next day

Mahi: you think it's weird that we're still at his place?... Maybe we should have went home.

Warabi: why? our whole side of the city including The mall's power is out... The hottest day of the year no less.... I'm telling you that zapfish is on its last leg..... That thing has been powering our city before it even was a city. When my grandfather was my age That's pretty old.

Mahi: yeah.... They live quite a long time and it's only 100 and what 5 years old? I'm pretty sure it can like live for maybe another 100 years

Warabi: their life span is 200 something. That's half of their lifespan gone. They're also powering underground life too. the war is over everyone has free power source. It's not just surface dwellers anymore.....

Mahi: They're going to have to get another one.. maybe a younger one..

Warabi: I'm not not one for making predictions, but I feel like this might be the first time inkling and the octarian military are going to have to work together and-oh shit hide hide hide

Mahi: *oof*

Neta: home at last! my own food and my own bed..........*gurgle*....... And my own toilet..... Brb baby.

Ikkan: where's my Nibbles! Nibbles! You miss Daddy??..... nibbles! what did I tell you about jumping on the counter! Come here!

Mahi:..............

Warabi:......... Shhhhhhh.... crawl to the bedroom when Neta leaves

Mahi: ok....... They left the front door unlocked

Ikkan:.. .. Babe did you eat my walnut shrimp!? That's been in there for a week before we even left!! ....... See this is why you're in the bathroom now. You just eat shit you shouldn't and then you pay the con-.......hehehe what are you doing?

Neta: I'm giving you back your bass... I don't need it anymore

Ikkan:...... heheh... Why I thought you wanted my bass.

Neta: I did. I used to play it all the time when you weren't here when I started to miss you. It was during a time when It was a lot harder for us to be in each other's lives.... When I played it I realize that I didn't want you to just be a little glimpse in my life. I want you to be a part of it . I want to be a part of yours...... I love you..... I-I don't really have words to describe my feelings for you. I just know that when I'm around you.... I feel safe and secure and wanted....... I didn't want to cry... *Sniff*.....I never thought I would get to this point......... where I'm actually happy..... Truly happy and I don't think I would have gotten there if I didn't meet you....... That's why I want you to have your bass back....... I don't need to keep with me all the time, it'll always be there when I need it like you. if willing?

Ikkan: if willing what?

Neta: if you're willing to marry. Ikkan......... Will you marry me?

Warabi: *gasp*

Mahi: *silent screaming*

Ikkan: hehehehe...... yes .... I will marry you

Neta: hahahaha yes! Nailed it! Hahahah [kisskissksskiss]

Ikkan: hehehe Neta!..... Cut it out! Hehe...............

Neta:................................

Ikkan:.............................

Ikkan and Neta: [kiss]

Warabi: aw....so sweet

Ikkan........*moan*....

Warabi: oh.... uhh

Mahi: we need to go NOW. They're not looking go.. gogogogogogo..... Before it gets worse..... Gogogo

Warabi:........ Oh my Cod........ Can't believe they didn't notice this!

Mahi:.......... Hahahahahahaha!

Warabi:....... hahahahahahaha!

Mahi: let's go. This was...... Wow!

Warabi: you think that the new rice place is open?... I heard it's good.

Mahi: let's just hope. The power is on over there...... You ate two week old shrimp by the way.

Warabi: but it tasted like one week...

Mahi put together with rubber bands and silly putty by @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

[samkerrworshipper]

asthma attacks | leah williamson x reader

based off a req that i got asking for soft boyfriend leah looking after a sick reader!

just a little drabble that’s just some sickness angst and heart warming fluff

Leah was out for the night. Out with Kim and Lia at some music event that they had decided to go to together. It wasn’t abnormal, Leah was out most weekends, with Alex or teammates. You weren’t a partier, you didn’t enjoy being out and about, you were a practised introvert whereas Leah was not. Normally you were fine with it, insisting to your fiance that she go out and enjoy herself, you enjoyed spending your Saturday night’s on your shared couch, digging into a tub of ice cream and watching whatever trashy reality show you could find.

Tonight though everything had felt off, there had been a sudden change in the weather in London, a sunny day now having a storm loom over the skies. It had put you off, but you hadn’t let it show enough for Leah to catch on, you wanted her to have a good night and you knew that if she was worrying about you she never would. So like normal, you helped her select her outfit, opting for a brown leather pair of slacks and a white v-neck shirt that matched up nicely with a black coat. She looked stunning and you made her aware of it, showering her with kisses and stray arms as she made her way out of the door, promising she’d be home by ten.

You’d started your night by ordering pizza, but you couldn’t shake the feeling in your chest, the slow tightening. It was something you’d never experienced and you shook it off as it just being anxiety. You got your blanket fort ready on the couch, prepared to sit in and watch the episodes of The Real Housewives and clicking play. You pressed pause on the show when you heard the sound of your delivery man at the door, leaping out of your blankets and walking towards your door. You cursed when you realised that your wallet wasn’t at the door, remembering that you had taken it upstairs earlier. You rushed towards your staircase, ignoring the feeling of tightness in your chest as you bounded up the stairs, ignoring the lack of oxygen you seemed to have once you made it to the top, ignoring it and rushing towards your bedroom. It took you hardly any time to track down your wallet, you fished out a series of bills, enough to pay for your food and tip the driver generously, you couldn’t help but feel the oxygen in your lungs, or the lack thereof. You ignored it. Rushing to the door in a haste so as to not leave your delivery man waiting any longer, there was this clench across your torso though that was so sudden and so unexpected. You shoved the money towards the man, quickly trading the pizza box with the cash so you could close the door.

You knew this feeling. In all honesty you hadn’t felt it in too long, a bit too long to send you into some false sense of security but now it was all coming into focus for you. You slid down onto the floor of your house, your lungs no longer being able to support you standing up. You dropped the pizza box to the side of you, your arms clutching at your chest, as you wheezed and struggled for air. You should have known when the storm warnings came, should have known to have your puffer on hand. You were royally fucked now, the all so familiar asthma attack beginning to take a toll on your body.

You reached into the pocket of your lounge pants, fumbling around with the buttons as your vision began to blur from the sheer lack of oxygen that was entering your body. You struggled with the buttons, clicking on the phone one and stumbling through your contacts until you managed to find your girlfriend.

You clicked on her name, praying that she would pick up. The only puffer’s that you had lay in your medicine cabinet and bedside table, for the odd panic attack that you would sometimes procure in your sleep, that often had you barreling into an asthma attack.

You listened carefully to the sound of ringing, cursing in your head when the sound of Leah’s voicemail began to play, her voice did wonders to soothe you but once it was over you couldn’t help but feel overwhelming dread. You scrolled frantically, your hands shaking as the searched for someone else, eventually locating Kim’s number and pressing on it, she was your last hope.

You listened dutifully to the sound of the phone ringing, listening as it slowly began to ring out and ust as you were losing hope the sound of music started to bleed through your speaker.

“Y/n? What’s up?”

You wheezed as you sucked in the oxygen to speak.

“A-Asthma attack, n-need Leah.”

You heard Kim swear under her breath, her deep Scottish accent being portrayed in her words. You could hear her yelling at Leah on the other side of the phone, clearly trying to get the attention of your girlfriend. It took some more yelling and bustling for Leah’s voice to finally meet your ears. You were exhausted, your breaths becoming even harder to take with every second.

“Baby, are you alright? Have you got a puffer?”

You gulped, again taking your time to suck in the oxygen so you could reiterate what was happening to Leah.

“N-No, s’ upstairs, c-can’t breathe.”

You heard Leah take a deep exhale on the other side of the phone, and then yell something out to one of her companions.

“Okay, okay, stay on the phone with me. I’m leaving now, I’ll be home soon, we’re only five minutes away. Just keep talking to me okay.”

You nodded at the phone, the realised that Leah couldn’t see you.

“F-forgot about the s-storm.”

It was true, even though you knew it was one of your triggers it had managed to completely slip your mind, you had been too focused on the obscenely sudden change of weather to think about how it could affect you.

“I know baby girl, it completely slipped my mind as well, just keep taking those deep breaths, blow the candles out remember. I’m going to be home soon, just keep blowing out the candles.”

You nodded into the phone, trying your very hardest to obey Leah’s wish and take the breaths that she had told you too. It wasn’t easy, but you tried your very hardest to allow the oxygen to reenter your body, only for it to be taken away by the tightening in your chest and the wheezes that left your lungs with every little breath you tried to take. You need your puffer, and soon, before you lacked so much oxygen that you passed out.

Leah stayed on the phone with you, murmuring reminders to breathe and other similar advice that was nice but didn’t do very much to calm the struggle that you were having. You made sure to murmur to her every once in a while, reminding the woman that you were still alive.

“Y/n/n, keep blowing the candles out, you're doing so well for me sweet girl, you’ve got this, just keep taking those deep breaths.”

Your head was clouding over with a haze, something you recognised as a symptom of your oxygen deprivation, first came the cloud, then a complete daze and then unconsciousness.

“L-leah, need you.”

Your words were breathy, your lungs struggling to scrap together much more than the half words.

“I know sweet, I’m almost there, just pulling into the driveway now, keep breathing for me.”

You could feel the fog that was plaguing your body begin to thicken and you thanked every god that Leah was close by, that tonight she had opted to keep it local instead of going elsewhere. You listened indepthly as you heard the sound of a car pulling in and fast footsteps making their way across the pavement of your driveway and towards the door.

In the flash of a moment the door was slung open, Leah locating you almost immediately on the floor and crouching down beside you.

“Kim, inhaler, bedside table.”

It was then that you spotted Kim and Lia running in behind her, the three of them about as flustered as flustered could be.

Leah pulled her jacket off, slinging the far to large coat over your nearly bare shoulders, the only thing covering your chest being one of your pyjama tank tops. Your body was shivering wildly, with the lack of everything beginning to truly affect your form.

“Hey, hey honey, look at me, keep blowing out the candles yeah? Take those deep breaths for me, Kim’s fetching your inhaler so just hang in for me.”

You nodded at Leah, trying your very hardest to absorb her words and put them into action.

“Lia, wet towel, now.”

Lia nodded, running off towards your kitchen whilst Leah stayed crouched beside you on the floor. It was seconds later that Kim came bounding down your staircase, a inhaler clutched in one of her hands. She threw it to Leah, who caught it with ease and very quickly brought it to your mouth, pressing down on the puffer as to allow you to take in some of the medicine that you so desperately needed. You ran the process a multitude of times, Leah insisted that you take as many puffs of the medication as you were allowed to. As soon as you were done you slumped against Leah, her body coming to rest beside you against the wall of your hallway, slinging her arm around you so she could bring you to her chest, letting you feel her deep breaths and try to copy them.

When Lia returned with the towel Leah pressed it against your head, letting you feel the contrast of the cold. You’d found over time that the cold tended to shock your body into normality, and that sometimes it would assist in helping an attack pass.

It was just a waiting game, waiting for the ventolin to force your lungs to untighten, forcing them to do the job that they were supposed to, that you so wished they would do naturally. Slowly the medication worked, slowly it started to take effect on your body, allowing you to float down from the haze that you’d been in.

“M’ sorry I wrecked your night.”

The other two women had sat themselves down on the wall opposite you two, the two of them sporting equally concerned faces.

“You did no such thing, I should have known that with the storm coming there was a chance you would be affected by it, never should have left your side.”

Leah leant down to your head, pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline that lasted for quite a few seconds.

“Ruined your night though.”

It was Kim’s deep Scottish accent that boomed through this time, being the only noise in the hallway beside the sound of your constricted breaths.

“You did not ruin anybody's night, we wanted you to call us, if you ever feel like that we’d want you to call us, you had a asthma attack, a completely human thing that you couldn’t have prevented. All is well as long as you are feeling fine.”

You nodded at Kim, grateful for the smile that the older woman, your captain gave you.

“I’ll be alright now, thanks to you.”

It was true, without the help of the women you would probably be dead, unable to do much more than collapse on the floor of your house and slowly choke on your own breaths.

“It’s no trouble at all, we’re always here to help if you need, we better get going now, keep an eye on this one Lee.”

Kim reached down to ruffle your hair, helping Lia up and the two of them saying their goodbyes before exiting your house.

Leah continued to hold you in her arms as your breaths evened out, slowly returning to normal as the medication began to fully work.

“M’ so sorry sweetheart, I should have known with the storm.”

You shushed Leah’s worries, a hand reaching up to her mouth to stop her from venting.

“Hey, I forgot as well, neither of us are at fault, it happens. Nothing would have stopped it from happening, it just happened to be that tonight you were out, but you were here, you got here and I’m fine, I’m going to be fine.”

Leah nodded at you, leaning down to press another set of kisses to your face, placing them all over your face and forehead before reaching down to peck your lips.

“Never leaving you again, you are going to be stuck at my side forever.”

You rolled your eyes at Leah’s words, knowing that her protective nature would take over for the next two weeks before it faded and she returned to her normal ways.

“I’m going to have to brush up on my dance moves then.”

Leah snorted, knowing that the day she got you out on the dance floor would be a monumental moment for sure.

“Nope, never leaving this house, going to keep you wrapped up in our bed forever, no more risks for you.”

You rolled your eyes at Leah once again, ignoring her frightfully overbearing boyfriend tendencies that seemed to come into play after every single time something happened to you.

“Sounds like a pretty good life to me.”

[drefear]

Hi ya 💕

So I am not sure if your asks are open but was wondering if I could ask a question of sort about the Miguel x daughter’s friend thing you wrote.

Don’t feel pressured to answers this 🌸

Basically what I wanted to know is how you would imagine reader joking to Gabriella that she is pregnant in-front or Miguel and her father (but like it genuinely was a joke but the others thought otherwise)…. Basically their reactions to this.

Thank you for ya time 💕

Oh boy HEAR WE GO. My asks will always be open, yall. I love writing what others wanna read. cause I'm a validation craving people pleaser.

I hope this kind of captures what you wanted.

TW: Throw up, fluff, a little bit of backstory for Gabriella's mom, pregnancy obviously, drinking

You sat in the living room of MIguel’s house. Almost two years of dating, you and Miguel had finally moved in together and got into a nice little routine. Wednesdays were your night to be with Gabi, your dad, and Gabi’s (now) fiance. Popping open a bottle of wine, Gabi poured a glass for herself and  Miguel, as your father and her boyfriend each had a beer. You stood, checking all the food you’d laid out and smiled. The doorbell rang and you looked around. “Oh, sorry sweetie! I invited Tia over, I forgot to tell you.” Your dad smiled apologetically and got up to get the door, making you look between Gabi and Miguel for a second in shock. Your dad had been seeing a woman he met at his gym for a month now, and you told him that he could invite her if he’d liked. 

Grabbing another glass from the kitchen, you came back to see her sitting across from your boyfriend, smiling and shaking hands with Gabriella. She turned her smile to you and warmth seemed to surround her as she introduced herself. She hugged you immediately, and you returned the embrace. 

“Your father has told me so much about you! He even showed me the music video you choreographed last month.” You blushed a bit at the compliment to your work, glancing at your dad. 

“My little girl has a gift for performing.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kissed the top of your head. You took a seat next to Miguel and once everyone was settled, you started the show you all had been watching. 

As the night went on, you all talked and laughed. 

“You haven’t had a sip of the wine!” Gabriella teased you and you just rolled your eyes. "C'mon, it's your favorite."

“You know I can’t drink right now, I might be up for that training camp and they gave me a very strict diet.” You placed your hands on your lap and glanced at the glass of water you’d gotten yourself. 

Gabriella kept throwing questions at you about the possible job offer and you answered with enthusiasm, your love for dance showing in your excitement. 

“I still can’t believe the ending to that episode, I don’t want to wait until next week.” Your father spoke up between him, Tia, and Miguel. 

“So we all agree she’s probably pregnant, right?” Miguel’s opinion made you laugh. 

“Yeah, it was too obvious.” You nodded, grabbing a bite of the fish dip. Wrinkling your nose, you moved to spit it out on a napkin. “Ugh, next time, remind me to make this homemade and not get the one from the store. It smells like it might be bad.” You trailed off, leaning back into Miguel’s waiting arms and snuggling closer to him. 

“I wonder how he’s going to react.” Gabriella wondered, “And with his son, of all people!” 

“I mean. They seem to love each other, does it matter if it’s his son?” Your brows furrow, the idea hitting a bit close to home. 

“I think they’d have a cute kid.” Miguel added, and you thought for a second. 

“All kids are cute. Babies, too. I love babies when they are all dressed up and-” You glanced up with a wide smile and saw everyone staring back at you, eyes wide. “What?” 

“You’re pregnant!” Gabriella gasped and you laughed. 

“What makes you think that?” You shrunk backwards, suddenly realizing how everyone’s attention was on you. 

“Not drinking, you spit out the fish, you love babies, it all makes sense!” Gabriella speaks louder now. “Oh my god! I’m gonna be an aunt- no, a sister- you’re pregnant with my little brother or sister! Oh, I hope it’s a girl.” Gabriella’s rambling and constant talking made you sweat for a second, overwhelmed. Glancing to the other side of the room, you saw your father’s face. He was pale as a ghost, and silent. That terrified you. 

“Dad?” You asked quietly. 

“My little girl is pregnant… I’m gonna be a grandfather.” He spoke slowly and you reached over to him. His attention moved past you to your boyfriend. “You better take care of my little girl and this baby, Miguel, or I swear to God-” 

“He did a good job with me, they’ll be fine!” Gabi smiled and grabbed your hand, unloading more thoughts she had about your pregnancy. 

Your father chimed in now, talking with Gabi about how important it is that you be careful while dancing and at work, and maybe you shouldn’t be on such a strict diet. Gabi’s fiance and your dad’s date  started adding in now, and your head began to spin. You froze, unable to completely process it all before finally bursting like a shaken bottle of soda. 

“I’m not pregnant!” You shouted, standing up. Miguel just sat back, sipping his glass of wine with a chuckle. His relaxed posture made you a bit sad. Did he not care? Everyone else seemed to be so excited to see you have a baby. 

You stormed out of the room, something you made a bad habit of ever since you were younger, and stomped off to your bedroom. 

This made Miguel standing and usher everyone to the door, thanking them for coming and angering his girlfriend so that he could fix it. Closing the door, he quietly put everything away and cleaned up the mess they had made before coming to finally check on you in your shared bedroom. 

“Mi corazon?” He opened the door and found you under the covers, blankets up to your neck. He sat by your feet and sighed. 

“You weren't as excited as everyone else.” You said, getting straight to the point. “It was like you didn’t care.” He laughed and you sat up, now even more angry, “are you laughing?!” 

“Yes.” He nodded, smiling still and you couldn’t help but melt a little at that sexy smile. “Mi vida, if you were pregnant right now, I’d be walking out that door.” He stated, and you lost your breath. 

“Why?” Your eyes filled with tears and he just grabbed your hand. 

“Because that would mean that you were pregnant with another man’s baby.” His words left you speechless for a second. “As you know, Gabriella came as a surprise for both her mother and I. We were still teenagers and neither of us were ready to have a baby, but we did and we got married and it all worked out. But right after Gabriella was born, her mother decided she didn’t want any more children, and so I had a vasectomy.” He said this all with ease, pulling you into his lap, “I knew it was reversible, and if we decided we did want another child, that I could just have it fixed and we could try.” He leaned his cheek on your head as he spoke and his words finally clicked. 

“So you knew I wasn’t pregnant because I can’t get pregnant. That’s why when my dad made comments about if I got pregnant, you didn’t freak out.” 

“Si.” He confirmed. 

“So… you don’t want kids?” You asked and that’s when his body froze. 

“I haven’t thought about children in a long time,  mi Vida. Do you?” 

“Yes, I do.” You announced and pulled away to be able to see his face. He was staring down at you with a new expression. 

“Hmm.” He looked away before leaning towards you and laying you slowly down on the bed. “Then I guess I better get that reversed, and we better practice.” He smirked and you smiled, kissing him. “That way, I can get mi cielo pregnant with my baby.” 

Those words made every part of you flutter. It was a sleepless night after that, and many more. 

Three months later, and you stood in the kitchen making food for you and your boyfriend. The world had been kind to you recently, and that training camp job you’d had was finally over. Auditions had slowed for the moment and you were now enjoying teaching dance classes at a local theater. 

The afternoon sun was hot as you cut a burger in half. Suddenly, without warning, your mouth was full of sick and you were running to the bathroom. You hated throwing up, hated the feeling of being powerless to your own body, and this was no exception. You wiped your mouth once you finished, and stood in the mirror for a second. You were glistening with sweat and your face looked a little greenish from vomiting. You wondered what had made you so ill. 

Stepping back, you looked into the full body mirror and noticed something. Had you… gained weight? No, you’d been on that diet for the job, you’d been working out and conditioning constantly. If anything, you should have lost weight! 

And things began to click. Being sick, gaining weight, and being so tired recently. 

You were pregnant. You’d been trying now for weeks with Miguel, and it’d become so natural that you’d basically forgotten. 

A few hours later and a trip to the store, you sat back in that bathroom with a test in your hands. Knee bouncing and lip pulled between your teeth, you placed it on the counter beside you. Five minutes, the instructions said. You could wait five minutes, right? No, you couldn't, so you decided to distract yourself and tossed the pregnancy test into the drawer of your sink.

You moved to clean up, wiping down the counter and throwing out the burger from before, when you heard Miguel walk in. You didn’t want him to see it if it was negative, to get his hopes up or feel pressured. 

He walked in, gazing at you happily. Kissing you quickly, you held his large hands in yours and closed your eyes. No matter what happened, you knew you’d be happy as long as you were with him. 

“Did you make something? I smell burgers.” 

“Oh, no, but I can whip something up. I think I still have some meat sauce in the fridge, want some pasta?” You asked and he nodded. You bounced off to the kitchen, now focused on your boyfriend’s dinner. A few minutes later, you heard something fall from your bedroom. Running in there, you saw Miguel standing by his spread open briefcase with all of his papers strewn across the room, coming from the master bathroom. 

The bathroom!

You stepped inside carefully, glancing to see his reaction in the mirror. The large man was standing shirtless with the bathroom drawer open, that stick in his hands. You gulped and bit your lip, eyes full of tears because you only assumed the worst. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t even look because I thought I might be pregnant, but I guess I was wrong-” 

“It’s positive.” His voice was hoarse, obviously about to cry. 

Your mouth fell open and your eyes met his. “What…?” 

“It’s positive. You’re pregnant.” He whispered and moved to hug you, ignoring the mess everywhere as he pulled your tiny body into his big frame, head in your neck as he cried a bit from happiness. 

You returned this gesture with equal parts of shock and happiness, at first not moving and then wrapping your arms and legs around him as he picked you up off the ground, both crying now. 

You pulled back to cup his face and kiss him over and over, still in disbelief that you were carrying his child, that you two were going to have a baby. He choked out a sob as he smiled on your lips. 

“I love you… so much.” You gasped and he nodded. “I love you more, mi cielo.”

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[g0dwat3rwritings]

For @nisobird!

Almost made it a bit angsty at the dinner part, because there's food and this fic is about Azul

Also got a bit excited with this one 💀

Warnings ;; None, just some run-on sentences? If that's even a warning 💀

Relationship ;; Romantic (Azul), Platonic (Mama Ashengrotto)

Type ;; One-Shot

Azul Ashengrotto ;; Octavinelle Housewarden ;; Second Year

You watched the fish and merfolk swim past the two of you as Azul held your hand and led you to his mother's house. He was in his human form, given that he was terrified you wouldn't like him if you knew what he actually looked like.

As the two of you made your way there, he explained to you what a lot of the things were. Places he would go to relax, places he would go when things were rough with other kids, places he would go to study grimoires, et cetera. He stepped up to his mother's door, hesitating before knocking.

The door swung open before Mama Ashengrotto wrapped all eight of her tentacles, and both of her human arms, around her son. Azul, not entirely shocked by his mother's antics, hugged her back, letting go of your hand in the process. She soon pulled her tentacles away, her hands resting on Azul's shoulders.

"My baby!" She smiled, so happy to see Azul again. She turned her head and happened to notice you, "Oo! My love, who might this be?" She cooed, giving you a firm look-at as she swam around you. You gave a soft laugh and introduced yourself, before Azul chimed in, adding a "My partner" once you were finished.

Mama Ashengrotto froze in place, her smile growing even wider, if that were possible. She immediately swept you into her arms. "Oh, oh, oh! I'm so excited to have a daughter-in-law!" She soon set you down, "I've always wanted a daughter!" You looked over at Azul to see his face absolute beet-red.

You gave a soft giggle as Azul hesitantly spoke up, "Mama.. this isn't my fianc(é/ée. Just my partner." Mama Ashengrotto froze once again for just a moment. "Yes, and.. the difference is?" You let out another soft laugh at her response.

"Well, whatever. Now, come on! I must show you around!" She said, her smile never fading as she took your hand and swam into the house, Azul following close behind with his blush-ridden face.

She showed you around the house, stopping at every door to explain what was behind each and every door. Eventually, she led you to the kitchen and dining room.

"you'll be able to stay for dinner, won't you?" She asked the two of you enthusiastically. Azul looked over to you before you gave a chuckle and nodded. "Well, we don't have any plans." You responded.

"Oh, wonderful!" Her smile grew even wider. "Dinner should be done in just a few minutes. Please, sit!" You and Azul did as she asked, before Azul looked over at you and whispered a light apology at his mother's enthusiasm.

You shook your head and told him it was alright before his mother came back with the food. She handed both Azul and you a plate, before allowing you both to eat.

You ate the food happily as she asked how it was, you nodded happily and told her it was fantastic. "I'm so glad you like it!" Mama Ashengrotto told you, before eating her own food.

Mama Ashengrotto showed you some of the games they had in the Coral Sea, playing them with both you and her son. Hours later, she bid the two of you off, seeing as it was getting late.

On the way back, you smiled, entangling your fingers with Azul's. "You know, your mom is.. really sweet." You laughed, causing Azul to give a laugh in response. "Yeah, she's just happy to see me happy. She's always been that way, especially after dad left." Azul paused, "but despite her... overwhelming enthusiasm, she's a great mom, and a wonderful cook." You gave another laugh, "well, I would hope so, if she owns a restaurant."

Azul shook his head with a smile, "Yeah, you've got a point." He said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

[georgiapeach30513]

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 12

Summary:  And baby Drysdale is a….

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating:  Mature

Warnings:  explicit language, complications with baby Drysdale, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  6.5K

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“Alright, Ms. Sinclair, hop onto the table,” Ransom hates hearing your current last name.  It was the only thing that pained him about getting pregnant before you were married.  Hearing the doctor call you Ms. Sinclair, while baby Drysdale was swimming around in your belly.  

“So, I know that you two have opted for a blood test to determine the sex of the baby, but let’s have a little look at your baby, shall we?” Ransom lowers his head next to yours.  Gazing up at the monitor while the doctor fishes around looking for the sweet bean, and you give his pretty cheek a kiss before looking with him.  Being able to view the baby, and that sweet man giggles.  Actually giggles.  Airy giggles at that.  

Ransom gives your hand a little squeeze.  You are excited, but hearing, seeing, and feeling his excitement was even better.  “Alright, little one, show us what we want to see,” he taps on your belly a bit, getting frustrated with the lack of visibility, “You know, usually stubborn ones like this, and whose heartbeat is so fast, we have little girls.”

“Oh, a girl,” Ransom sighs, leaning in for a quick peck on your lips.

“Yes, but we’re going to get your blood drawn.  I’m not saying you’re having a girl for certain.”

“When,” you look up at your fiance, and then back at the doctor.  The wedding was days away, but this is something that was bothering you.  You look down at your stomach, and towards the doctor.  It was almost unfair that people couldn’t even tell you were pregnant.  If it wasn’t for the baby on the monitor, and the slight flutters you had been feeling you wouldn’t believe it.  

“When am I going to, you know, where’s my belly?” The doctor huffs out a laugh, and points towards your bloated stomach.  That was it.  “No, this…this is about the size I was when I’ve eaten a whole carton of ice cream and a medium pizza alone.  I’m bloated.  It’s barely there.  I want a belly.  And when will Ransom be able to feel her?”

“You just called the baby her,” he looks between the two of you confused, “Please, don’t take what I said completely to heart.  Just because the baby won’t show us what we’re looking for doesn’t mean it’s a girl.”

“She’s been calling the baby a her.  But back to that part about me feeling her question.  I would very much like to feel my baby.  The lack of a bump, and no movement, makes me feel she’s not pregnant.”

“See!  I want a bump, and I want to feel her more than feeling gassy.  That’s it.  This is really a food baby, and I’m gassy, huh?”

“Except for the fact that the baby is literally in there.  You saw it up there, and it was turning somersaults.  Ms. Sinclair, every pregnancy is different.  And usually the first one takes time.  You’ve got a petite little baby, and when it’s time he or she will make themselves known.  And don’t you have a wedding?  Wouldn’t you hate to have to find a different dress because this baby decided to be seen?  Let me get the nurse in here.  He’ll take your blood, and we’ll determine what you’re having.  What I can say for certain, is they’re growing right on time.  There doesn’t appear to be any abnormalities, and you and Mr. Drysdale are doing everything right.  And eventually you will pop out.  And you will become uncomfortable because of it I’m sure.  Mr. Drysdale, soon you should feel your little fish in there.  Okay.  You two hang out.”

Leaving makes things feel like an eternity.  You were about to find out the sex of your baby.  You and Ransom were becoming a family at this very moment.  You were going to be able to give the peanut a name.  No more RJ or baby Drysdale.  He or she was going to be talked about as if they were a person.

You are nervous, but not even close to what Ransom is feeling, “I asked my parents if there’s any underlying issues in our family I wouldn't know about.  It was just some sinus issues.”

“What?” You smile, looking at him.  “What does that even mean?”

“I had my tonsils taken out when I was young, and sinus surgery.  I’m just so worried that I’m going to be the reason that something is wrong.  And…Buns, I can’t…I want our baby to be healthy.”

“She is,” he rolls his eyes, but still smiles.  Leaning in for a kiss, but you grab his hand to place on your belly.  “Or he.  They’re going to be fine, Ran.  And you best believe we’re going to make sure he or she is taken to the doctor regularly.  They’ll get their checkups to make sure they’re growing right on schedule, and that nothing is wrong.  Tonsils are nothing.”

“Speak for yourself.  That was torture.  But what if something is wrong?  If they have something wrong, it’s gonna be my fault, and…”

“Shh,” bringing his hand up to your mouth, pressing it on your lips, you begin to kiss over his knuckles, and press them up to your cheek.  He was already shaping up to be the sweetest dad.  So concerned for his baby, and already blaming himself.  “We made this baby.  And we’re not going to speak something into existence that isn’t there.  We’re also not going to blame ourselves.  This is our baby.  Hopefully our first.  And we’ve got to make sure that she is cared for and loved above all else.”

“You are calling our baby a her.”

“Because, it’s just what I feel.  I feel this sweet pea is our baby girl.  We may find out that she’s not a girl, but a boy, and I’ll still love him.  But I really think this angel baby is our baby girl.”

“Yeah, yeah.  This day is going to be so long waiting to find out.”

“While the baby is growing, Ran, we shouldn’t worry as much as you are.  Let’s just breathe.  We’ll know soon enough what we’re having.”

“Wait, stop!” Ransom throws his hand out in front of the doctor, eyes wide, and you hold in a snort.  He had warned you he was going to do this, but him actually doing it tickles you, “Can you just for the sake of this moment call us, Mr. And Mrs. Drysdale?  It’s happening this weekend.  I’m making it official.  I just don’t want you to tell us what we’re having as Mr. Drysdale and Ms. Sinclair.  It’s insulting.  Please.  Just this once.”

My goodness, he was adorable.  Didn’t want this moment marred by your maiden name.  He wanted the moment you found out about your baby’s sex to be with mama and daddy Drysdale.  He wasn’t lying.  He was making it official in less than forty-eight hours.  You were cutting it close.  Wanting to spend your honeymoon with your husband being able to buy cute outfits for your child.

“Okay.  Mr. And Mrs. Drysdale, keep in mind this test is anywhere from ninety-eighty to ninety-nine percent accurate.  Are you ready to find out what you’re having?” With Ransom behind you, and both hands on your belly, with yours on top of his, you give the doctor a nod of your head.  Sucking in your breath slowly.  “You two are going to have a baby girl.”

The sound that escapes your mouth as you turn around to hug Ransom was that of pure joy.  A stutter cry of shock and happiness when you hug him.  You were getting your little Ransom junior that was going to be the sweetest little angel girl.  

Burying your face into his neck, you cry.  Digging your fingers into his back as you and him celebrate.  Just as it should, together.  Just the two of you.  Three.  “I’m going to leave you two, alone,” he steps out of the waiting room, and Ransom holds you even tighter.

“Bunny?  Buns, are you happy?”  

“Ran, we’re having our baby girl.  Yes, I’m so happy.  Oh my god, oh our sweet little peanut.  Oh hey, darling,” pulling away from Ransom, you hold onto your belly, looking down at the little bump of your stomach.  “Hey.  Ransom, this is our baby in there.  Our sweet girl.”

“And boy, I’m going to spoil her so much.  Hi, baby,” he says to your belly, squatting down, he pulls up your shirt, giving the swell a kiss.  “We have waited for so long for you.  And now we know that you’re going to be our little sunflower.  Your daddy is going to have you dressed in the cutest little dresses and sweaters.  Your mama is going to look at you all the time.  Oh,” he looks up at you. Tears blurring his bright blue eyes.  

“She’s ours, Buns.  This…oh, this sweet thing is our little bitty baby bunny.  Oh my goodness.  I can’t even process anything because we’re getting our girl.  And sweetheart, if you were a boy I would be just as happy.  Have you been talking to your mama, and telling her what you were.  She’s been calling you a girl for three weeks now.  Okay…she’s going to paint the mountains in your room.  Your mama is going to hide a little girl somewhere in there, and it’s going to be you.  Maybe she can paint me and her, too.  Bunny?  Babe, why are you crying.”

“Because you’re so sweet,” sniffling as you wipe your face.  This was all that you had ever wanted.  A man that was your partner, but also shared in your wants.  You never saw Ransom the way he is now.  Not with that first meeting.  You are glad that first impressions aren't everything.  “How did I get so lucky to have you as my baby daddy.”

“Wait.  No, no.  I’m the husband.”

“And you love her so much already.  And I can’t even take how sweet this is, and I want to see you talk to the belly everyday, and I want you to feel her kick.  It’s not fair.  You love her so much, and you can’t even feel her, or feel when she hiccups.  Ran, I want you to feel everything, and…”

“Shh,” he stands up, pulling you into his embrace.  “Buns, I’m fine.  I’ll feel her when she’s ready for me to.  She’s a tiny little thing and can’t stretch out enough to kick your belly.”

“But I want you to feel her now,” you know how silly this is.  But it was so emotional, that you couldn’t help but to feel frustrated, and it didn’t even bother Ransom as much as it is you.  “You’re her daddy.”

“And when I feel her, I’ll still be her daddy.  Sweetheart, your mama’s hormones are crazy, and I make her crazy, but she’ll be fine,” you pout at his tender words.  His hand pushes up against the belly again as he starts another conversation.  “We sure had fun making you.  Fucking your mama everywhere.  She was insatiable.”

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale!”

“I’d come home, and her pretty little pussy was wet and ready for me to stuff her full.  I think that’s actually how you were conceived, up on the counter.”

“Ransom!”

“She had her naked self up there, legs spread so wide, and she was dripping onto the counter.”

“You better stop!”

“It got you to stop crying though.  I’ll do it again.  Just to see you smile,” he kisses on your forehead, and all the way down to your mouth.  Committing this day to his memory.  Every bit of it.  Right down to the smell of your perfume that lingered on his skin.

“Bunny?” Ransom gives you a tap on your arm, but you curl more into his warmth.  You are exhausted.  This honeymoon was spent with Ransom keeping you well stuffed and exhausted.  “Bunny, wake up.”

“Mmm,” you whine.  It wasn’t even light outside.  Why was this man waking you up?  “Stop.  I’m tired.  You kept me up all night long.”

“You know, I didn’t hear you complaining when I had your legs pinned to the bed.  But fine.  I won’t tell you what I know,” he stubs up.  Sticking his nose up in the air, and crossing his arms over his chest, and leans back on the bed.  This week has been amazing.  Even if most of the week was spent in the room being entwined with your husband.  

“Won’t tell you anything.  Not one little thing.”

“Shh,” finding your way closer to him, you nuzzle up against his side.  Sighing at the faint scent of his cologne.  He smelled like you, sweat, and Dior.

“Nope.  Can’t drag it out of me.  No way, no how.”

“Ugh,” you sit up, playfully glaring at him.  “Go on.  Tell me what it is that you know.”

“Nope.  I told you I wouldn’t,” rolling your eyes, you start to slide your naked body back down on the bed, but Ransom lays his hand on your stomach, and you look down at your favorite piece of jewelry he owned, his wedding band.  You gasp when you see his fingers splay out on your belly, and he gives it a few pulses.  “Won’t tell you anything at all.”

“Where did that come from?  Oh my god!  Hey, little one,” your hand rubs over your belly, and you give your baby’s waterbed a smile.  “Look at you.  Did you finally decide to tell daddy hey?”  It wasn’t much, but it was a bump.  No longer did you look like you were housing a food baby, but instead, you finally looked pregnant.  

“Ransom!  Oh my god.  Hey,” looking up at him, you both smile with waterfalls of tears streaming down your face.  “Did you feel that?”

“She’s been doing that all morning.  Woke me up, didn’t you, sunflower?  I was sleeping, and minding my business, and her chubby little foot kicked daddy’s hand, and I woke up, and looked, and there she was.  Were you hiding behind mama’s bladder or something?”

“We really need to think about her name.”

“Sunflower.”

“No.  No, we’re not naming her sunflower.  You can call her that, but I want her to have a name,” Ransom shrugs, and looks back down at the bump.  His hand wanders over the belly, stopping when he feels her movements again.  He was obsessed.  He was never going to let you go again.

While he’s watching his daughter, you stare at him.  He was the perfect choice for a life partner, but you could not have been ready for how good of a father he was going to be.  You could already see how his hand was always going to need to touch the bump.  But even the way he was so soft and gentle, and he talked to your belly.

“Your mama won’t let us officially name you sunflower.  So I’m going to say the alphabet, and when you like that letter, you kick your daddy’s hand, okay?” He starts to say the alphabet slowly.  Pausing on certain letters longer than others.  His hand drifts over your belly searching for the peanut.  

“L.  M.  N.  Are you asleep?  I will go back through this alphabet if you don’t kick.  O, I really like the name Ophelia.  Okay.  No.  P.  You have got to be kidding,” giggles erupt out of your mouth as the baby P starts to twist around in your stomach.  “P?  P?  This is going to be the first obstacle, sunflower.   I don’t even know any P names, and this is what you want to stop on.  Let’s try again.  Q.  Oh thank goodness.  R,” his eyes close, and he peaks at your belly.  She was a sleeping beauty again.

Finishing the alphabet, and starting over, he randomly says P out of place.  “What is this child?  Sunflower, you’re being a smarty pants.  Bunny, she’s moving on P again.”

“Well, I think P is going to be the first letter of her name then.  There’s Penelope, Penny, Piper, Prue, Phoebe, Paige.”

“Did you just say the Haliwell sisters names, and add in a Penelope and a Penny?  No.  Our daughter is not being named after a television show.  Go on, say some more P names.”

“Parker, Pippa, Payson, Peyton,” you sigh because there was one name you really loved.  Ransom wasn’t liking any of these, and you both had to love her name.  The thought of him not liking a name that had been on your list for a few years, even before Frank, hurt to think about.  “Paisley.”

“Oh!” He shouts, leaning over your belly.  Pressing his lips against the stretched skin.  “She is moving so much.  Paisley, are you going to be a demanding little thing?  Oh, Buns, she loves the name almost as much as I do.  Paisley Ransom Drysdale, you are going to rule the mountain.  You are going to command Bucky.  The only one keeping you in line is going to be Gucci, huh?  Paisley, I know.  I know.  We all agree that this is the sweetest name.  And no, I totally didn’t look at your mama’s baby name list on her phone and see a star beside Paisley.”

“Ran,” he was too sweet.  “Did you really look at my baby name list?”

“Yep, and I added a little part at the bottom that I titled Ransom’s list.  I put down the names I really liked, and added a few of my own.  So we have us a Paisley Ransom?”

If it wasn’t for you and Ransom in agreement, it was Paisley herself swimming in her ocean and telling you she loved the name just as much.  “Paisley, daddy is going to spoil you, but I also think uncle Bucky is going to spoil his chicken butt, too.”

“A girl, hmm,” Bucky slings a bale of hay out of the barn, and goes to stand beside Ransom.  He couldn’t keep his eyes off your home.  To say that things went from blissful to a torturous and sick pregnancy once you returned would be a lie.  Why did you have to be the woman that was sick in the third trimester?

“What are you going to do with this tiny little Bunny running between my house and yours?”

“Uh, no.  I will be carrying her everywhere.”

“I’m talking about when she can walk.”

“So was I,” Ransom deadpans.  What a silly notion that Paisley was going to walk to get around.  Ransom had intentions of keeping her held and treated like a princess.  

“How is she doing?  Still sick?” Your sickness was worrisome to Ransom and Harlan.  Harlan claimed that you shouldn’t be this sick this far along.  He felt like he had become a nurse when all you could do was be nauseous and sleep.  “My mom, she has this remedy she took with my youngest half sister.”

“No, you know Bunny, she’s going to power through this.  I have offered everything.  But she’s not dehydrated, Paisley is growing perfectly fine, and Miss Gucci makes sure to keep her entertained and moving.  Thanks, but you know how she is,” Bucky nods his head, starting to head back up to the hayloft, and Ransom looks up at him.  “What are you doing?”

“Uh, getting the stables ready.  Bunny approved goats.”

“We don’t need goats.”

“Umm…they’re cute.  You better watch your wife, she wants a donkey.  She’ll have this little petting zoo for your children.  Don’t get angry.  You love that woman, and your children are going to grow up seeing life in other animals.  They'll have compassion, and learn to care for things.  Having animals is a good thing.  And she always told you she wanted a ranch and farm.  Goats will be in the and farm part.  And I’ll teach Paisley how to care for everything.  And quit pouting!  You are always the daddy.  I am the uncle, and she is the chicken butt.  Which by the way,” he hauls the last bale of hay down, and walks back down to Ransom, pointing out a spot close to the barn.

“Your wife wants the chicken coup and chicken run to go there.  Gotta keep her girls safe.  You should see some of the chickens she wants.  You’re going to have so many eggs, with different sizes and colors.  That sweet little girl is going to be going right over there with her designer corgis, and gather the eggs for the day.  You know, for a city slicker that everyone think is nothing but a pretty face, you’re adjusting well to this life.”

“Ehh, I think well is an overstatement.  But the idea of getting my Bunny and my baby, and the only family I like here, it’s worth it.  Plus, the view at night.  This seriously is a piece of heaven and paradise.  Quiet.  Anyways, I guess get the goats and donkeys.  Save the sheep for when Paisley can ask for them.  Whatever chickens that she wants, get them, and you trust Steve with building all this?”

“He’s smarter than he looks.  He’s more than just a dick on legs believe it or not.  Very high sex drive, but sharp as a tack.  You know he actually has a college degree in architecture?  He’s designing this chicken house.  Tend to your baby mama,” Ransom lets out a guttural growl as he shoots an angry look towards Bucky.  He hated the baby daddy and baby mama term.  “She married you.  Look at it as a term of endearment.  A term she can’t say about anyone else.”

“You’re right,” he puffs up his chest a bit.  “We wanted a baby, we made a baby, and now we’re getting a Paisley.  And hopefully she’s not a thorn in her mother’s side when she’s born.”

“Oh, if she’s anything like you, then yes, the chicken butt is going to be a thorn in all our sides.  She’s going to have this sweet little face, but she is going to mean business.  Go tend to her mother.  I’m ready for Paisley to keep you from asking too many questions.  Especially about the ducks.”

“No ducks!” Ransom screams as he starts to jump onto the side by side to head back to the house.  

“If Paisley wants ducks she gets ducks!”

“Paisley can not talk.  Ransom can.  No ducks!”

“Uh huh,” Bucky starts as Ransom drives away.  “Paisley told me yesterday that her wanted duckies.”

You exhale slowly, pressing a hand over your swollen belly, and look up at your husband with fearful eyes, “It’s time,” you tremble out, but he is every bit the calm man he always is.  Confidently reaching for your hand he leads you towards the front door, “Ran, I’m scared.”

“I’m not.  Our little Paisley sunflower is finally making her debut.  You’ve got this, and I will be right by your side.  You’re going to be amazing.”

“I’m not ready.  Can we…can we just stop time right now,” you know how ridiculous you are being.  But there was a literal human about to be pushed out of your body.  Life was going to change.  “Please?  You always make things happen.”

“Sweetheart, I can’t make this happen, even if I wanted to, and I don’t.  I am ready to see you hold our precious little baby girl.  To see you take on another role in our lives.  I’m ready to see your parents, Harlan, Bucky, and I’m sure Steve fawn over this little baby that we created.  We wanted this, and we made this happen.  Now, get your cute little waddling self in the car.  I really don’t want to deliver a baby today.”

Your eyes open up wide in shock as you stare at him.  You are wasting time.  Things can happen slow, but also just as fast, and you could deliver your child in the car.  “I’m only joking.”

“Ransom, let’s go.  I do not need my insides on the floorboard of my car.”

The nurse lays your baby on your chest, and time stands still.  You had wanted and hoped for this little angel that is staring up at you all confused.  “Oh, hey, baby.  Look at you, Paisley Ransom.  You have your daddy’s lips.  Ran, look it.  Oh my goodness, Paisley meet the man that talks to you every night.  You’re going to have to call him daddy though.”

“She’s so small,” Ransom’s thick fingers wipe the steady cascade of tears coming down his face as he gazes at his sweet little angel.  “You’re going to be daddy’s shadow, huh?  I’m not going to be able to let you out of my sight.  Oh, honey.  She’s absolutely perfect.”

“Wait,” your voice panics as her eyes slowly close.  Her back refuses to rise and fall with her breathing.  “Ran!  No, no,” hands from faceless people reach and take that bundle of joy off your chest.  “What’s happening?  Ransom?”

Ransom stares horrified as nurses hustle around your baby, while you are a puddle.  Crying and reaching for her.  Needing answers of anything, and you get nothing.  Almost as if a light switch is flipped on, Ransom goes into action.  Holding onto your hand tightly, “You will tell us what is going on with our daughter.  Tell us now.”

“Mr. Drysdale, your wife still has the after birth.”

“And our daughter has got machines being hooked up to her as we speak.  Where…where are they taking her?”

“To a doctor.  My job currently is your wife.”

“But I need to know what is going on right now!  You tell me what is happening.”

“While I can’t be sure, things like this aren't uncommon.  They’re going to check her over.  If there was a true concern they would be coming over immediately.  I assure you, your daughter has the best care here.  Let them take care of her, while I take care of your wife.  When there is something to report about your daughter we will.  Please, stay calm.”

Calm was not at all how you are feeling.  Scared.  Terrified.  Empty.  Lost.  None of your emotions are calm.  Ransom turns to look at you, keeping his eyes only on yours, and you follow suit.  Copying his breathing, but still you felt scared.  Terrified.  Empty.  Lost.  You want your baby.  Need to know if she was okay, and what was going on.  You need to see her sweet face again.

Mr. And Mrs. Drysdale,” a new doctor walks in, without your baby.  Breathing is usually an involuntary thing, but since Paisley was born, you had to physically think about it.  “Paisley is just fine.”

“So where is she?” This woman was coming in here to tell you that Paisley was fine, but she came without Paisley.  You need to hold her.  Ransom still hadn’t got to hold her.  “Where’s my baby?”

“Mrs. Drysdale, she is fine.  There were a few complications.”

“Like what?  You tell me that our daughter is fine, but that there’s complications, and…”

“Mr. Drysdale, let me finish, please.  She is fine.  We are going to wheel you into NICU.  She’s being monitored.  There is a slight heart defect, but as of right now we do not think there will be a need for surgery or medicine.  She will need to be monitored.”

“Why…but why did my baby stop breathing?  She was laying on me, and just…Ransom she just stopped, and,” you words run off into tears, and Ransom grips your hand even tighter.  Fearful that he was the cause of this defect.

“That had nothing to do with her heart.  While our body’s have the ability to adjust from being in utero to being outside, it doesn’t always happen.  So far, other than her heart that I think she will just need some monitoring with for the next couple of days, she’s healthy.  She wants to see her mom and dad.  Would you two like to see your baby with less dramatics than you have seen today?  I promise, she is a healthy baby.”

“Please,” you whimper, throwing the blanket off your legs.  You are beyond ready to be reunited with her.  Ransom doesn’t miss a moment to help you out of the bed.  Assisting you to a wheelchair as you’re taken to Paisley.  Seeing her in an incubator makes you gasp, “Do I…can we hold her?”

“Of course.  Wash your hands.”

“So, how will we know if she’s going to need surgery or medicine?  She’s just so tiny,” the doctor runs through a few scenarios with you.  Letting you know that she is being heavily monitored currently.  That doctor’s visits may be more frequent for her, but you don’t care.  Paisley being a happy baby is what you care about.

“Oh, hey, Paisley,” you coo as a nurse places her in your arms.  She swishes around, and moves even closer to your chest.  Squeaking with every move she makes.  “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.  Ran, she’s perfect.  I mean, minus your wee little heart.  It’s because you felt so much love from everyone, huh?  You want to hold her?”

“I want you to right now.”

“Paisley, you’re daddy is being very generous, but I know that he wants to touch and hold you so much right now.  Ransom, sit down.  Hold your baby,” sitting down beside you, you extend the tiny sunflower over to him.  Waiting until he gets comfortable holding her before you settle back.  Watching him more than her.  How he is so serene staring at her.  His forefinger pets around his face, and still more tears.

“You are a pretty little thing.  But I didn’t expect anything less with who you have as a mama.  Paisley, you don’t get to scare daddy like that, okay?  You’ve got to be okay so you can run around the property.  Your mama has gotten you so many animals.  Uncle Bucky has these two annoying goats that he can’t stand.  But I need you to be okay.  You’re so strong, sweetheart.  And we’ve got to take you home, and love on you.  Grandpa is so excited.  He misses your mama, too.  Bunny, this is our baby.”

“I know,” you whisper, wiping his cheeks free of tears.  This is the most handsome you have ever seen him.  Completely vulnerable, loving, soft and tender.  Becoming the sweetest and most protective father in an instant.  But how he was holding onto her like she was the most precious thing in his life.

A younger you would have been jealous that your husband was getting a new lady in his life, but if you were sharing Ransom’s attention with this angel, it was worth it.  He pets over her sweet little fingers, looking up at you with a bright smile, “We made her.”

“I know.  Daddy, that's your baby girl.”

“You hear that, Paisley?  Mama says that you are mine.  I didn’t think I could love someone like I do your mom, but this — Bunny, I love her so much and immediately.  How did I get so lucky for two people in my life?  Bunny?” He gives you a pout, his bottom lip trembling, “I’m not even letting you hold her.”

“You keep holding her.  When she gets hungry, I’ll hold her.  I like watching you become a dad.  This is my favorite I’ve ever seen you.  Paisley Ransom, you have your big scary dad wrapped so tightly around that tiny little pinky finger of yours.  Look at him.  He can’t even stop looking at you for long.”

“I love her.  And I love you.  And you promise that I didn’t do this?”

“No.  You would never do anything to hurt our baby, and she’s going to be just fine.  Okay?”

“So far her heart seems to be working just fine.  We’ll still keep an eye on it.  And her constant stuffy nose.  If this persists we may go through with an allergy test.  Have you noticed any changes in your diet?” Paisley’s pediatrician tries to get her attention again.  Smiling and waving at your daughter who doesn’t react until a loud noise is made.

“Yes, we’re doing the elimination diet for me.  She doesn’t like when mommy eats shrimp or green beans, do you?” Paisley looks around the room, blowing bubbles, until you click your tongue, and she averts her gaze right up to you.  

“And you’re sure this is going to make a difference?” Ransom asks, as the doctor gets closer to the two of you.  “She…it’s like our baby isn’t even a year old and it’s always something.  Could you not move so fast towards her.”

“Ran, she’s here to help.”

“Paisley,” the doctor calls her name, and Paisley’s head turns towards her quickly.  Blinking her eyes heavily.  “She’s smart, and her hearing is perfect.  But let’s just try this right here,” slipping on the cutest tiny little pink glasses, Paisley opens her eyes as wide as possible and looks up at you.  

Staring long and hard towards you before the biggest two teeth smile appears on her face, “Oh god, baby.  Oh, my Paisley,” her chubby hand reaches towards your face, touching all over it before giggling.  “Can you finally see mama?  Ransom, say something.”

“Paisley?” Her head flits towards Ransom’s so fast, and her giggles get even louder.  Making grabby hands towards him.  Her mouth is opening and closing, not saying anything, but she wants her daddy.  “Come here, sweet sunflower.  Look at you.  Do you finally see daddy?” Her eyes blink several times looking at Ransom before glancing around the room.  “Our sweet baby just couldn’t see, huh?  You going to discover every little thing now?”

“Dadadadadadada,” Paisley squeals suddenly.  Slapping hand on Ransom’s cheek, and pulls herself closer for one of her messy kisses she reserves just for him.  

“Looks like the glasses have done the trick.  I think you’re going to have a much happier baby now that she can see.  Since she’s mobile, she should become more so.  No more knocking into things, Paisley.  And you two are doing a great job.  You’re giving her the best life you can, and you’re taking care of her.  Noticing that there are some things that just aren’t right.  Don’t be so hard on yourself.  She’s happy.  And that’s what all people want for their children.  Ransom, remember, this isn’t your fault.  That baby isn’t blaming you.”

You whisper thanks to the pediatrician.  Ransom still had yet to forgive himself for Paisley’s health.  Forgetting how happy she was, and how she was always searching for his voice.  Paisley adored her dad.  And if it wasn’t for pesky things getting in her eyesight and vision, she would be able to crawl to him much faster.  

Placing her chunky hand over his mouth, she waits for him to give her dozens of kisses, and turns towards you smiling.  “Okay, Paisley, you ready to see Uncle Bucky?  You got to show off your new look.  I think he’s going to love your pretty new glasses.  And Gucci,” she squeals, turning to look at you.  Giving her hands a little clap.  “You wanna go see Bucky and Gucci?”

“Uh!”  Making the sweetest little motions towards you, she bounces in Ransom’s arms.  

“She’s going to be very curious for a while.  She’s seeing everything in a new light.  Be patient with her as she learns her surroundings again.”

“Gucci typically stays right with her, huh, Paisley.  And Grandpa.  Yeah, she’s got so many people watching her, and making sure she doesn’t run into things.  Now you won’t have to worry about that, huh?  You’re going to see everything.”

“Look at that beautiful princess,” Harlan announces, standing up to meet you two at the door.  “Paisley Ransom, you are more beautiful now than when you left.  Look at how big you’re smiling.”

“You men have got to stop.  Ransom can’t stop crying, and here you are tearing up.  Paisley, tell Grandpa that you can see everyone you love now, and that’s why you’re smiling and giggling so much.  And…” the front door opens, and the paws of a corgi that is trying to get traction on the hardwood floor comes bustling into the room with all of you.

“Ahh!” Paisley screams, looking down at Gucci and clearly seeing her for the first time.  “Ahh!” It was like seeing her fluffy guard dog truly the way she was meant to, and it was the best thing in the world.

“I hear my sweet angel!” She bounces in your arms hearing Bucky’s voice finally, and when he comes into the living room with all of you, she screams again.  “Oh my goodness.  Does she see me now?”

“Yes.  Don’t you dare, Bucky Barnes, you quit this right now,” he can’t.  He doesn’t even try to pretend that he’s not crying.  Just continues on his merry way.  Walking closer to you, and extends his hands for Paisley.

“You don’t even have to hear my voice.  You know it’s me now, huh?  Oh my goodness.  Paisie, you quit smiling and reaching towards me.  Gimme this baby,” the fit of laughter that Paisley goes into as Bucky pulls her into his arm, blowing raspberries on her neck.  “Oh she’s so cute I could just…GOBBLE HER ALL UP!  Nom nom nom,” he playfully bites at her chunky self.

“Bucky, we need to find you a woman, so you can have one of these of your own.”

“Nope.  None will ever be this cute, and giggly, and smushy, and she’s biting my cheek.”

“Well, you bite hers,” he is adorable with her.  It was different seeing Bucky with Paisley, because you knew Bucky had the potential to be just like Ransom.  Completely soft for a partner and child.  “Paisley, don’t you hurt Bucky.  He is going to buy you a turkey.”

“No turkey!” Ransom gives you a shout, pulling you into him.  “No turkey.  No turkeys.  No peacock or whatever silly little animal you decide you’re going to add down there.  And that wasn’t an idea, Buns.  I did not give you an idea to run with.  You quit looking like you’re ready to order a damn peacock.”

“I do miss not having the menagerie of animals here,” Harlan muses.

“Then we’ll get fake animals again.”

“Ran, you don’t even tend to the animals.  Imagine Paisley and Gucci being followed by a peacock.”

“No peacock!  Bucky, don’t you dare order a peacock.”

“I am not included in this conversation because I can’t say no to Paisley.”

“She doesn’t even talk.  She literally just was able to see today.  No more fowls.  We have chickens.”

“And the cutest little chicken butt for Uncle Buck Buck.”

THE END

Masterlist

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[i-am-grell]

Grell's Anime List

Hello! If you're new here, every now and then I'll post a poll to let the people of Tumblr choose which anime series I watch since I'm terrible at starting series, finishing series, and making decisions.

I figured I'd compile the list of what I've seen, what I haven't finished, and what I want to watch so you can keep up, get to know me, or offer recommendations. If you don't see your favourite on here and think I might like it, feel free to send a rec my way! Keep watch for the polls!

Currently Watching: Sailor Moon

Finished (Not Expecting More Seasons)

Ace Attorney / Angel Beats! / Assassination Classroom / Attack on Titan / Banana Fish / Buddy Daddies / The Case Study of Vanitas / Castlevania / Cute High Earth Defense Club Love! / Daily Lives of High School Boys / Danganronpa: The Animation + Danganronpa 3 / Death Note / The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. + The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.: Reawakened / DRAMAtical Murder / Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood / Fruits Basket (2001) / Gakuen Babysitters / Hetalia: Axis Powers, World Series, Beautiful World, The World Twinkle, World Stars, Paint It White / Horimiya + Horimiya: The Missing Pieces / Life Lessons with Uramichi-Oniisan / Love Stage!! / Mob Psycho 100 / Monthly Girls' Nozaki-kun / Moriarty the Patriot / Ouran High School Host Club / Sasaki and Miyano + Sasaki and Miyano: Graduation Arc / Soul Eater / Tribe Nine / Yuri!! On ICE

Caught Up (Waiting For New Content)

Beastars / Black Butler / Bungo Stray Dogs / Chainsaw Man / Dandadan / Delicious in Dungeon / Jujutsu Kaisen / Komi Can't Communicate / Mashle / My Hero Academia / SK8 the Infinity / Spy x Family / Zombie Land Saga + Zombie Land Saga Revenge

Have To Finish

*[] Brackets used to specify what I need to watch next.

Blue Exorcist [Season 4] / Fairy Tail [Season 3 onward] / Free! / Fruits Basket 2019 / Haikyuu!! [The Dumpster Battle] / One Piece [Season 7 onward] / Pokemon [Black & White onward] / Voltron: Legendary Defender

Want to Watch

Ameku M.D.: Doctor Detective / Angels of Death / Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day / Another / The Apothecary Diaries / Attack on Titan: Junior High / Baban Baban Ban Vampire (2025) / Bakuman / Black Clover / Bleach / Bloom Into You / Blue Lock / Blue Period / Bocchi the Rock! / Bungo Stray Dogs Wan! / Cardcaptor Sakura / Castlevania: Nocturne / Cells at Work! / Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?! / Code:Breaker / Cowboy Bebop / Deadman Wonderland / Death Parade / Demon Slayer / Devils' Line / Fire Force / Frieren: Beyond Journey's End / Food Wars! / Girlfriend, Girlfriend / Girls Band Cry / Given / Go for It, Nakamura! (2025) / Grand Blue Dreaming / Great Pretender / Gushing over Magical Girls / Handa-kun / Heaven Official's Blessing / Hunter x Hunter / I Have a Crush at Work a.k.a. Can You Keep a Secret? / Jellyfish Can't Swim in the Night / Kamisama Kiss / Kimi ni Todoke: From Me to You / K-On! / KonoSuba: God's Blessing on This Wonderful World! / Koro Sensei Quest! / Kuroko's Basketball / The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya / Mr. Villain's Day Off / My Happy Marriage / My New Boss is Goofy / Nana / Naruto / Natsume's Book of Friends / Nichijou - My Ordinary Life / Nisekoi: False Love / Noragami / One Punch Man / Orange / Parasyte / Psycho-Pass / Puella Magi Madoka Magica / Ranma 1/2 / Romantic Killer / Ron Kamonohashi's Forbidden Deductions / Sakamoto Days / See You Tomorrow at the Food Court (2025) / Senpai is an Otokonoko / Seraph of the End / Shikimori's Not Just a Cutie / A Sign of Affection / Skip and Loafer / Soul Eater Not! / The Summer Hikaru Died (2025) / Talentless Nana / Terror in Resonance / Tokyo Ghoul / Tokyo Revengers / Twilight Out of Focus / Violet Evergarden / The Way of the Househusband / Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun / Whisper Me a Love Song / Wind Breaker / Witch Watch (2025) / Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku / Yakuza Fiance / Your Lie in April / Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead

[mychinesenames]

... 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 - 𝟸𝟽/𝟷𝟸/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 | 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 - 𝟷:𝟷𝟿𝚊𝚖

” 私の愛、あなたの秋、私の風、私の理性”

Roaming Inazuma, you held a basket of treats. Ranging from the fresh fish, vegetables, fruits, cooking ingredients, and select snacks. It had your mind wandering about the kinds of dishes you would make for yourself, oh...

"Yourself..."

You used to make food for two, but ever since that event, he left. He didn't send any letters which is understandable, after all he's a wanted fugitive in the eyes of the Shogunate.

Kaedehara Kazuha, your best friend, and fiance. You had planned him a beautiful feast for when he came home, but he never did. You only understood why he left when news of his bounty had hit the streets.

The Vision Hunt Decree, police, personal Shogunate soldiers, you name it. All had came to your door in search of him, when you had no clue. The tears you had cried during the nights without him there to hold and whisk you away to slumber.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　

You have lost count of the sleepless nights you had to wake through. Sometimes you would wait on the engawa with two cups of tea, just to fall asleep outside in a sitting position.

But with every letter, comes disapintment, not one letter from him telling you he's safe and well. He'd be the death of you, him and his flowery words, him and his delicate voice...

Years had passed and you've slowly gotten back into a rythm. Still yearning for him, but pushing forward. Words had passed through about a traveler's heroics and how they are on their way to Inazuma.

You wondered what they looked like, and out of curiosity you made your way to the docks of Ritou to get some fresh deliveries of Liyue tea when a familiar voice came through;

"[Insert]! I didn't expect to see you in Ritou, what are you picking up this time?"

"Oh Thoma-san! Lovely to see you here, I'm picking up some Liyue tea from Hiroto-san."

You knew the caretaker of the Yashiro home due to seeing him out around the city, and Komor tea house.

"I'm going to meet someone well known! Would you like to come along?"

"No thank you, I've been out all day and it's starting to get late. I'll see you again Thoma!"

You waved, picking up your order of Liyue tea before making your way out of Ritou and to your estate, the once know Kaedehara estate.

The leaves that blew around your home, gave it a beautiful color. You took a breath, as if wishing for him to be home. But like everyday, you were only greeted by the cleaners and no fiance.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　

Thoma's escape was now the number one topic discussed by everyone in Inazuma city and Ritou. You couldn't escape it, you felt relieved he managed to keep his vision but we're you getting tired of them over exaggerating the problem.

You found yourself in front of the estate again, it was late and the cleaners had gone home already by your order. You walked through the engawa towards your room, taking note of the leaves, the colour was a beautiful red... it matched him, it felt like him.

Extending your hand to the tree, a leaf fell from the tree slowly into your palm. It was soft, like his hair, the color reminisced his eyes... it felt so long.

You didn't feel it, tears slowly falling from your eyes. The moon was shining into the garden, illuminating the tree beautifully. You made your way towards it, sitting against it. "私の愛... "you mumbled, closing your eyes and resting under the tree.

"はい?” your eyes shot open. You looked around you, did your mind just prank you? You heard him, did you not? " Hello?" You spoke out, slowly standing up from the grass "Yes?"

You turned around, it came from the tree. Or to be more specific, behind the tree. You slowly made your way behind it and your heart stopped.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"Kazuha?" Your voice trembled, tears starting to well in your eyes, as you saw your fiance, softly smiling up at you. "My love, my autumn, don't cry... " he says, bringing to stand.

He wrapped his arms around you, as you slowly began to whimper in his embrace.

"I deeply apologize for not coming back sooner, I apologize for not sending you letters, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry my love."

He gently lifts your face to look at your teary eyes, missing your nose, your cheeks, your forehead. The winds blew through, the chimes genlty ringing...

"𝐌𝐲 l𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬."

-> 𝙺𝚊𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙺𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚑𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

[novashelby]

100 Things Evie would have loved if she was thriving in her prime today~

A proper ADHD diagnosis.

Fidgets-especially the rainbow colored POP ITS.

Bubble wrap.

Bubbles....

Cat cafes

90's pop

7/11 slushies

7/11 Taquitos

Timothee Chalamet

XL Woopie Cushions

Try not to laugh challenges

Converse sneakers and normal trousers...for girls.

Shake and bake chicken

Food delivery apps

Frozen fish sticks

Disney World (Tommy: I'm not standing in those lines to go down a hill and say 'weee').

Fuzzy socks

slip n' slides (Grace: please don't hurt yourself....)

Beer pong....(Tommy: I didn't send you to UNI for this...)

Winning at beer pong (Tommy: At least you won...)

Karaoke nights at the bar (Ada: Oh no....)

male strip clubs (Polly: You need a chaperone...)

The electric slide....

The YMCA (Finn: Does she ever realize she's the only one dancing!? Evie: BUT LOOK AT ME GO!)

Dance, Dance revolution (Evie: TAKE THAT MOTHA FUCKA'! Finn: It's a...machine)

ROCK n ROLL

Dance offs

SUPER SIZE McDONALDS FRIES

Bottomless wings

Eating challenges

BOTTOMLESS MARGARITAS

Pride Month

Pogo sticks

90 Day Fiance (Finn: Stop making me watch these things, please.)

My 600ib Life

Squishmallows (Tommy: HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SLEEP WITH ALL THIS SHITE ON YOUR BED!?)

Getting her nose pierced (Tommy: fuckin' ell).

Her and Martha piercing each other's belly buttons (Tommy: Imma fuckin' kill you...)

Going in an airplane

Haunted houses (Finn: Stop making me do these things....)

Family Therapy (All of them: Probably advisable)

Therapy

Being able to sleep until noon (Tommy: Are you going to sleep all day? //7:00am)

Conga lines

Birth control

Pizza for breakfast (Polly: why are you eating it cold!?)

All you can eat Chinese buffets (Tommy: where are you putting it all? Evie: Right here...*pats tummy*)

Smut

gay smut

Socially acceptable fart jokes (Tommy: Wasn't very funny the first time. John: I thought it was...)

Hawaiin dinner rolls

Frozen pizza

Among Us

Family movie nights

Trivia night at the bar

Putting a Furby in Finn's room (Finn: eeeww)

Putting her family members on Tinder (Arthur: Why did I bump into five women who knew me!?)

Stupid TikTok challenges

Magic Mike

Eating a whole can of whipped cream

Dong Chim up all her family's butt cracks (John: 🫨🫨🫨🫨)

Cat memes (Tommy: Evie, what does it mean when it says on Facebook...you been tagged? Oh, hey, look at that...ha-ha).

Trampoline parks

Arcades

Air hockey...

Kick Finn's ass at air hockey (Finn: 🖕🖕🖕)

Sliding across the wooden floors in fuzzy socks

Trick or Treating

Obnoxious unicorn fleece onsies

Being in control of her own reproductive health

WOMEN'S RIGHTS

Oogly eye stickers (Tommy: My poor portrait... Grace: Don't you think it's a little...obnoxious to have a self portrait in the family room? Shouldn't you have a family portrait?)

Scrunchies

Butterfly clips (Tommy: *steps on one* 🤬🤬🤬🤬)

Loud music while she drives (Tommy: *Uses Evie's Car* EVIE! My fuckin' ear drums!)

Raw Pillsbury cookie dough (Ada: You're suppose to bake it...)

Netflix...Disney Plus

Peter Kavinsky

Packaged ramen

Lactaid

Bongs

Crowd surfing at concerts

Mash pits

Jumping on hotel beds

Rock walls

Dying her hair stupid colors (Tommy: At least you look like a clown now)

Fart spray (Tommy: Why does my office smell?)

Fake IDs

Spotify wrapped

Gray sweats on men

Wearing shorts (Tommy: Evie, go put something else on, eh?)

Social acceptance of being a little chonky

Nerf guys (Finn: OW! WTF)

Limbo (how low can you go!?)

Going to a 24/7 store in her PJs (Polly: How classy...)

Fist bumps

Burping the ABCs (Polly: Very classy....

Sending stupid Snaps to the family group chat...(Tommy: Evie, where did it go?! The picture....)

Answering 'who dis?' every time Finn texts her (Finn: I'm done...)

24/7 drive throughs

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Arthur's Sacrifice

Forbidden Language

Filomena entered the kitchen in a rush. She quickly set to grabbing pots, pans and ingredients. She had no idea what she was making, she just needed to keep busy after her interrogation with her uncle. It had been a brief but telling encounter. He didn’t trust her.

Unbeknownst to the two men, she’d kept the door open just enough to hear their low rumbly conversation. Her uncle was interested in her fiance's last name and had mentioned Vendetta. She wasn't stupid, Filo's heard of plenty of vendetta's in Italy. Mostly she didn't disagree. 

Why was she in the enemy's home? How did fate twist and put her here in the middle of two dangerous families? 

She knew now that she'd have to win uncle Tommy’s trust, Luca hadn’t told her who he had declared war on. He couldn’t have known that they were here either did he, was it planned, did he actually love you?  God, of course you’d be in the middle. Stupid girl. 

“la mia ragazza preferita.” Mena smiled as the fatherly cook approached her, calling her his favorite girl. He was genuinely happy to see her here, his face lighting up as he hugged her tight.  Filo smiled and leaned in, pressing her head against his.  He was trying to read her face concern written all over his wrinkled kind face. She smiled weakly, he knew something was wrong now. “You showed your heart so easily on your face Cara Mia”. Your mother always told you that. 

You’d have to watch that now. You possibly had enemies on both sides now. The only person you could trust was you. 

“Why does my favorite girl look so sad?” He genuinely asked as he took her hand into his. His hands were freezing, probably from the cool with the meats hanging from imposing looking fish hooks. She shivered. God, she needed to run, as far away and as fast as she could. 

“ Just having a rough day.” She finally answered and squeezed his hands back. She could hear the mens footsteps approaching . she quickly retracted allowing him to flee as she got busy pretending to cook. It had been her intention to console her fears with food, now she just needed to keep busy. Only two people in the house walked with heavy determination. Her biological father, Arthur Shelby and his imposing family figured head brother, Thomas Shelby. 

“ Filomena, did I hear you speaking Italian?” Her uncle came and placed a large hand right over her spoon preventing her from using it. She held the handle, she knew he was trying to intimidate her. 

She hated when men towered over her trying to convince her they had power over her. She was getting tired of others having control over her life.

“Well I grew up in Italy and I’m making tagliatelle, which is Italian so, probably.” Her tone was sweet and flowery to convince him she wasn’t a threat, truly she wasn’t but he didn’t seem to see that yet. 

 Her blood froze when his grin grew. He knew he was getting a rise out of her. If she had nothing to hide she wouldn’t be upset. Her father leaned against the table she’d been working on, he tossed a few ingredients, the egg hitting the floor and cracking was the last straw of her resolve. She glared at him, she knew she had her mothers face, she’d use it to her advantage if he tried to intimidate him.

He refused to look at her. Smart.

“Uomini. uomini stupidi.”  She leaned in smiling and in the most sugary sweet voice repeated her words. She saw Antoni walk by quickly, probably eavesdropping on them. She’d appreciate it but doubted he would do anything. 

“Now, I don't need a translator to understand that you just said the word stupid, do I sweetheart? I like you Filomena, don’t make me decide otherwise.” His uncle stood and walked into the cooler. Her eyes followed him. She could feel the malice and darkness dripping off of him as he strode further into the kitchen. 

She shivered. Who had her mother gotten involved with, is this why she’d feld for Italy when she found out she’d been pregnant?

“I got into a fight with my fiance, I need comfort food.” Her father was cleaning his nails with a knife. 

“I am sorry to hear that luvie.” He looked at her and tightly smiled.

“What’s his name luv?” He genuinely hoped, for both their sakes, it was Changretta. She couldn’t lie. She'd been caught, caught for what she didn't know.

“ I met him on a boat on my way from Italy to Birmingham. I’m still not a hundred percent sure who or what I’m involved with.” The dam broke and she started sobbing. All her tears flowed freely. The sobs racking her body.  He moved around the table to hold her.

“I know you ain’t lying luv, but for everyone's safety, I think it's best if you go to your room eh.” She looked up knowing now she was stuck. She hated this so much. She was done with others controlling her fate, she needed to get to London. She had a ring, maybe she could sell it.

“Yes papa.” She sounded defeated even to herself.

She hadn’t even turned the corner when she’d heard yelling in Italian and her uncle's booming voice looming from the kitchen. She ran up the stairs knocking into Polly and Ada. She hated this family so much. 

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[thelaundrybitch]

LBH - 1-Year Anniversary

TURTLE DOVES!!!

I cannot even believe it's been a whole year since the first chapter of my first fic was posted 😭

I am still planning on finishing it; it's just that life has been a bit crazy.

BUT! Here is a teaser, and bonus chapter for Little Blue Hearts' anniversary.

I hope you all enjoy it.

And thank you all for reading, liking, commenting, and reblogging my work (or any combination of those, lol). It means the world to me 💙💙💙

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

Little Blue Hearts cover art by the lovely @leosgirl82

What a Year

~Liv~

I’m sitting in the kitchen with Ashley at the breakfast bar, watching Mike make breakfast for the full house that has moved into the lair.

“Can you believe it’s been A YEAR?!” Ashley marvels. She’s recounting the astounding and exceptional events that have transpired since I was brought into the turtles' lives.

And she couldn’t be more right.

The anxiety. The injury. The farmhouse incident…

I went from being a complete loner to having the most loving found family anyone could ask for, making me feel like the luckiest woman alive.

And, of course, that brings us to Leonardo.

I’d finally found the other half of my heart. 

Who’d have thought that the beautiful turtle-man actually existed?

And that he’d choose little ol’ me, out of all the fish in the sea?

I stand and walk to the dry bar where all the coffee and tea reside, and set to making Leo’s tea.

The rest of the family would be making their entrance for breakfast shortly. Leo currently has them stretching in the dojo.

Behind me, Ashley is laughing heartily while Mike accuses her of only liking him for his cooking, after stealing one of his famous muffins right out of the still hot cupcake pan.

“That’s only partially true,” she teases him as he stops and gives her a pointed look, “I am all about that hot body of yours.” 

I chuckle as Mike lets out a gasp in exaggerated exasperation, his hand over his chest like she just chucked the biggest, most unforgivable insult at him.

“I bet Liv loves Leo for his personality, and not his body,” Mike sasses her, drawing a loud “HA!” from Ashley.

Mike glances from Ashley to me and back. I can see his nosey-assed question being planted directly into her cerebrum.

Her smile goes from innocent to insidious with the quirk of Mike’s brow ridge. 

"What's your favorite part of his body?" Ashley asks, eyes sparkling with mischievous curiosity.

"Guess," I say, smiling at her with a challenge in my gaze as we hear everyone walking down the hallways and getting ready to file into the kitchen for the morning meal.

Leo comes in first, walking straight toward me, leaning down for a quick kiss as I hand him his tea that I just finished making.

“His teeth!” yells Vanessa as she comes through the door behind Leo.

"What?! That’s weird,” Donnie smiles, pulling the brunette into an embrace. “Arms," he guesses with a chuckle.

“What? Why?! Nice teeth are unbelievably attractive,” she affirms, winking at the genius.

“That is so true!” agrees Michelle. “But I bet it’s those thighs,” she grins, wiggling her eyebrows. 

"Is there something I should know?” questions the red brute with a single brow quirked at his fiance. “Definitely chest," Raph adds.

“Baby, we all know that you’ve got the most delicious thighs known to all of humankind,” the doctor drawls, a sultry smirk dancing across her face as she appreciates the power and magnitude of her turtle-man. She lets out a squawk as she’s rewarded with a low, rumbly growl while he snatches her up and buries his snout in her neck.

"Nah. I'm gonna say it's gotta be his dick," Asserts Mikey, passing out plates to everyone so they can grab some of the breakfast he conjured up, from the kitchen island.

"Mike!" Exclaims Ashley through a choked snort as she tries to refrain from laughter. Snickering comes from all parties as they collect their choice of breakfast foods and sit at the new, oversized oval table that can now accommodate all of us.

"Well! We hear her screaming his name AT LEAST once every day!" He states, defensively, glancing around the room for support for his claim. I look at the faces of all my friends from where I’m sitting next to the leader, waiting for their reactions.

Ashley is the first to respond after she thinks for a second, shrugging and nodding in agreement. Everyone else has come to the same conclusion, nodding almost in unison.

My eyes go wide, and I feel my body flush with adrenaline.

"I thought the walls were insulated!" I say, aghast with this sudden revelation.

"The outer walls," Leo confirms calmly with a smirk as he sips his tea.

"LEO!" I yell, smacking his arm playfully, but also just enough to sting.

"What?!" He asks with feigned innocence, smiling like the Cheshire cat.

"Oh, my God! You knew it, too?!" I admonish, absolutely mortified, as my hands reflexively move to cover my face so I can die of embarrassment, trying to retain some of my dignity.

"No shame, girl. At least we know he's keeping you satisfied," Raph tries to assuage, except his smile is purely antagonizing.

I'm blushing harder than a ripened tomato.

"So… Am I right?" inquires Mikey, wiggling his eyebrow ridge, a grin so dangerously large it’s ready to split his face clean in half.

I look around the table at the group of them - all smiling like idiots - waiting for my answer.

Ok. Fine. I can play your game.

I hop up and over to sit in Leo's lap, his tea threatening to slosh over the lip of the cup as I surprise the shit out of him.

He puts his tea down on the table and moves both hands to my waist as I look up, smiling at him sweetly.

"His eyes are beautiful,'' I coo, reaching up to cradle his face with one hand. I give him a salacious smirk, as my thumb roves in circles along his jawline.

"But my favorite part?” I ask, my voice dropping to just above a whisper, “Are his lips…" You can hear a pin drop in the kitchen as everyone watches me slowly moving my thumb across his full, luscious pout.

I now have his complete attention, as I hear his breath hitch and feel his hands tighten around my waist.

I turn and give a devious smile to everyone sitting around the table as I slowly get up from Leo's lap.

"And my favorite part about his lips?" I sass, "Is when they're all. Over. My. Body." I emphasize, turning and walking out of the kitchen, leaving everyone astonished with eyes bulging and jaws agape. 

As I make the corner out of the kitchen, I hear an eruption of cheers and the unmistakable sound of a chair squeaking in protest as it’s pushed across the laminate, followed by the back of it hitting the floor. 

Squealing through a giggle as Leo snatches me from behind and tosses me unceremoniously over his shoulder, he growls out a "naughty girl," and slaps my ass while he takes off at full speed to our room.

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[thebluestbluewords]

You want a Descendants restaurant au? I could probably put one together easily. Is there anything you especially want, like pairings, scenes? It might not turn out exactly how you envision (since I'm gonna put my own things in, of course), but let me know. I could stand to write in Descendants a bit more this year.

oh my goodness, yes??? I would LOVE to read a Descendants restaurant AU if the idea is sparking your creative fancy! 

Obviously ymmv, but when I think Descendants restaurants, my immediate thought is either front of house/back of house fake rivalry with the AKs/VKs, or rival restaurants competing in some sort of....over the top challenge where the younger generation of the villain's restaurant have to work together with the children of the Auradon restaurant owners to stop their parents from rigging the competition somehow. (but that one is more a full blown AU with plot, and probably not the thoughts you are interested in hearing!) 

SO the short version! 

It is absolutely essential to me that Mal is one of the feral line cooks who claims to hate everyone, sleeps on a mattress on the floor of her friend's apartment, and owns a $1000 knife that is only used for cutting fish. 

The only other option for her is that she's the absolute worst hostess ever. Her mom owns the restaurant, so she doesn't care how her beloved daughter treats the customers. 

Jay would be so good and so charming if he was allowed to work in the front. He is not allowed to do this. The last time they set him loose on the customers, they didn't see him again for three hours, and when they found him he was shirtless inside the dumpster. 

Evie is the genuinely competent pastry chef who was actually tutored in her craft instead of dumped into the dish room with a shiny new work permit the second she was old enough to be on payroll. 

Carlos doesn't actually work there, he just shows up every so often to fix the perpetually broken hobart and flirt with the dish guy. 

I don't have any plot here, only vibes. 

The pirates also work at a restaurant, they're part of this rivalry probably. 

Uma's mother died under mysterious circumstances and left her daughter full ownership of the chip shop. 

(oh my god, is this some sort of boardwalk restaurant rivalry??? Uma and her pirates working the chip shop, Mal and Jay working some sort of rival fried food place, and Evie as the fancy upscale pasty restaurant across the way??? And they all have to unite against the kids from the resort restaurant??) 

I don't have a plot, I don't have a plot. 

Anything you write with feral line cooks would be amazing. 

I've never actually worked in a restaurant kitchen, but I did work dining service at two different summer camps, and met my fiance because he was the head chef at the second camp I worked at. We bonded over the time we found a dead mouse in our hobart. The machine would turn on and get through about two cycles before it shut down, which we eventually realized was because the mouse corpse in the wiring box was wet enough to conduct a charge for about two cycles before the electricity dried it out too much to continue.

I'm so sorry about the mouse story. We worked in a kitchen in the woods. We had to keep our trash in a broken chest freezer to avoid issues with the bears. 

I don't think the Descendants kids have to deal with bears. 

But they might have a particularly new kid ask what to do with the live mouse they found in the glue trap one morning. 

"should I just kill it with a fork??" 

There's a reason I don't work in kitchens anymore lmao

To actually answer your question, I’m always a sucker for Malvie?

[blot-squisher]

SFW Alphabet for the Huntress

SFW Alphabet Ask Meme for Surviving the Game the Huntress

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Anna has all but forgotten how to show affection to everyone but those incredibly special to her. Only then do the soft lullaby's she hums take on a loving tone, instead of acting as an omen of doom.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Can you hunt? Fish? Fight? Survive? If you can't but have managed to get her attention through other means, she'll teach you. No. You don't get a choice. She. Will. Teach. You.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Have you ever been held in a headlock by a bear? It's a little like that, but with less hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Settling down is not an option. If you settle, you starve. Cooking is important. If you can't cook your food, you risk picking up disease and being rendered unable to hunt. Then you starve.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) An ax. Maybe two axes. Depends on how bad of a mood she's in.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Marriage is fine, but only to the right person. Commitment is something to be taken incredibly seriously. Giving up is not an option. You know what? That's right. You'll starve.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Shockingly, Anna can be incredibly gentle, but it's reserved almost exclusively for small children. Emotions? Ha. Emotions won't feed you so suck it up and go do something useful.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) She's not fond of being touched by anyone but a very select few. If you're lucky enough to be one of those few, cherish her hugs. They're few and far between, and tight as a vice.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) It's difficult for Anna to express love. Give her enough time (a very long time) and she'll get there. Once she's sure she won't lose you anyway.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Jealousy is motivation. Someone has something you want? Something you need? Strive to be better than them. Make them jealous. If that doesn't work, eat them. Then you get their stuff and you won't starve.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?) Anna is more of a biter than a kisser, but when she does kiss it might feel like she's trying to steal the soul from your body. Although you'll have a hard time getting her to admit it (and god help you if you tell anyone) she likes being kissed on abdomen and sternum.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Anna longs to be a mother. A bit more clear headed then before the Entity took her, she knows kidnapping children isn't the way. Maybe someday she'll have a daughter of her own, but until then she will continue to dream.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Be ready to be up before the sun rises. The best way to hunt an animal is to be at the food or water before it is. The best way to hunt a man is to make sure he doesn't see you until it's too late...

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) As long as the chores are done, it's time to unwind. Sharing stories and singing songs until it's time to sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Anna will reveal things about herself in the form of lessons. Stories of hunts, lessons from her mother, memories of surviving harsh winters and scorching summers. All things will be revealed in time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Anna is perpetually angry. A hard and tragic life has all but gutted the kindness out of her.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?) Your first successful hunt. Not one where she brought you along and brought down the prey, but the first time you struck the killing blow without her needing to guide you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?) There is no one Anna wouldn't kill to keep her partner safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) You will be given a nice handmade gift. Not a weapon or tool. But something that reminds her of you. Probably a small hand carved wooden animal of some kind.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) There aren't enough laxatives in the world to relieve Anna's emotional constipation.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) As long as she looks scary, she's happy. If her face is the last thing you ever see, she wants it to fill you with terror.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?) NO.... yes

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Anna dislikes men for a number of reasons. Her mother raised her and the only men she ever saw were seen as a threat. As well, she finds them quite useless overall. One or two may rise above her preconceived judgment, but it's not an easy feat.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) An inability or unwillingness to learn new things. Especially things that can be used to keep you alive.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) She only sleeps at night if there's time. Daylight is not to be wasted.

[skiplo-wave]

My fiance and I are at a point where we are probably going to run off and get married in secret. We honestly don't care at this point if our families get mad at us. Our wedding has become two other people's wedding. It's not what we want at all. My mom and his mom is battling it out on what are wedding should and shouldn't be.

My parents think they have control over the wedding because they are paying for it.

It started off with the venue. We wanted a simple church wedding, right? My mom and his mom wanted it done at a old plantation farm. Like wtf?? You know the history behind this place??? I will NOT be married on a property that belonged to a slave owner!

The dress! I wanted a princess ball gown. My mom refused to buy it and brought me a mermaid-style dress that was 10x more expensive then the dress I wanted.

The cake... My boyfriend and I wanted red velvet cake. Our moms said that was not traditional and ordered us a white cake instead. The design was not our own either.

The food... We wanted fried chicken. My mom orders fish.

It's just one thing after another. I don't care about having a fairytale wedding anymore. I can't even imagine what it's going to be like if we ever have kids.

🙁

That sucks

But so what you gotta do. Idk what it is about mom’s and weddings but they really be taking over as if it’s HER wedding not yours.

But it’s your wedding and happiness don’t let nobody sour it!

[tonguetiedraven]

I had a funny little fic idea and I'm not sure if you'd be up for it, but. I had the idea that Rin keeps like hitting on Ryuuji and trying to get him into bed and Ryuuji keeps missing the hints of his boyfriend trying to seduce him until he has an "oh o:" movement and realizes what Rin had been doing. Nsfw if you want but mainly just a flirty Rin fic

Double prompt fill with help from @marble-wolf! I'm posting the first T rated half up here, and I'll put the link for the second half of the story under it <3

Ryuuji could feel the tension in his shoulders as he read through the report Lewin had sent him. He had one hand holding the ketchup stained report open —because even the new copies Lewin sent him were always stained (and ketchup was preferable because it was at least identifiable) —and the other holding a duster as he attempted to get the small apartment at least somewhat clean. He was fighting a losing battle against demon fur, but it was a battle he couldn’t stop fighting. 

He only had twenty minutes to read and memorize the report before he had to be on a call with Lewin and Osceola, and with the way those two argued, it was likely to be an hours long call, and he was hoping he could go over the Myodha’s financial papers while he attended it. He’d have to make sure he had the other notes on this report close, because Myōō knew Lewin wasn’t going to remember any details, and then he’d have to run to the office and pick up Sato’s intel and drop off the books for Yaouzou, and hopefully make it back before dinner went cold or his fiance —

Ryuuji paused for a moment, letting a bit of dark fur fall (Kuro or Rin? It was dry so it wasn’t the sunekosuri) from his duster as a sappy smile lifted his lips.

Fiance. He was going to marry Rin.

The smile dropped a little. He was going to marry Rin tremendously soon, and everything was nowhere near to ready for that. He still had to finish this assignment, get the research for the Akaei (how did a fish the size of an island manage to hide so easily?) and somehow get the Myodha in a financial spot to last a few months without him actively intervening. (He adored his people, but they could not budget to save their lives.)

That wasn’t even touching on the wedding itself, and now he was dusting a bit frantically, sending dust and dirt and fur to the ground  as he looked back at the report. There was too much to do and nowhere near enough time. The slight throbbing in his head and the ache in his shoulders and neck were just going to have to wait. 

Rin wasn't quiet about his entrance to their little sitting room. His socked feet slipped across the floor, his eyes set on his fiance. He wanted and Ryuuji was standing there looking stressed and worried and Rin would serve as a distraction to whatever was causing it. 

He slipped behind Ryuuji and his tail embraced Ryuuji around the belly and his hands came up to rub at Ryuuji's shoulders. Rin peeked over Ryuuji's shoulder. 

"Hi! What are you stressing about?" Rin asked.  

Ryuuji hummed a bit absently, flipping the page and grimacing at the smear of something dark. He was going to get Lewin veggie burgers next time he was sent for food as payback. 

“What was that, babe?” He asked, shifting to accommodate Rin’s weight and turning his head to brush a kiss to Rin’s cheek, hitting his ear instead and not even noticing as he hurriedly read the report.

(He might be crazy, but they’d already known all this. Had Lewin not even bothered to read this thing? Figured. Lazy slob.)

Rin flicked his tail at the corner of the paper and took the duster away to set aside. 

"I can feel your stress on the other side of the apartment. How about a break?" Rin suggested.   

Ryuuji watched the duster go away with a bit of despair. So much of the apartment was still dusty. (It wasn’t, he just noticed every piece of dust when he was stressed. Not that he was stressed.)

“I can take a break later. Got some more stuff to do.” He settled his hand on Rin’s tail as it wrapped back around his stomach and gave it a few pets, not minding as much as he should that it left a bit of black fur on his shirt. 

Rin huffed and shook his head, kissing Ryuuji's shoulder. "You're so tense though. Wouldn't a warm shower or some exercise be nice?" 

He would take what he could get. If that was a quickie in the shower then so be it. (Though he was dying for more than that. It had been ages . Weeks at least and the need was getting worse.)  

Ryuuji sighed a bit. A shower sounded fantastic, but Rin brought up another thought for him. He could go on a run to the office and take the call there while he did everything he needed to, then run back instead of taking the bus. He could get a light work out that way and it would fit without messing up. It might even get him home in time for dinner without being late.

“That’s perfect,” Ryuuji decided, giving his head a decisive nod. He turned around in Rin’s arms, giving him a hard kiss and squeezing his hips a little before tossing the report onto the end table and darting to the bedroom to pull on his running gear.

Rin perked up, tail lifting to wag and he hurried after Ryuuji. He didn't know what sounded perfect but the hip squeeze made Rin hopeful. 

Entering their bedroom, he found Ryuuji shedding his clothes… and pulling on his running clothes. 

For fuck's sake. Ryuuji had taken the exercise in a literal sense.

"Ryuuji? Where are you going?" Rin whined, not feeling guilty for it.  

Ryuuji tugged his shirt on and gave Rin a broad smile. “I’m gonna run to the office. I’ll be able to do the call there and get my workout that way.” 

He shoved his feet in his shoes and snatched up his keys and wallet before moving back to Rin. He cupped his fiance’s cheek (and there was the sappy smile again) and gave him a soft kiss before moving towards the door. “I’ll be back in a bit! Love ya!” 

And then he was running out the door and towards the office. He’d print himself another copy of that report once he got there.

Rin sighed, scowling at the shut door. He would just have to try harder. 

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Rin couldn't help but wonder if Ryuuji caught on and was just being cruel now. Because fuck … why was Ryuuji having him be his spotter right now? Why was Ryuuji shirtless? 

It was hot both figuratively and literally and Ryuuji's skin was tempting him to run his hands over the smooth, muscled skin. 

Rin swallowed and tried to not blatantly stare but he felt it wasn't his fault. It was 100% Ryuuji. 

"You about done, babe? We can go get something for dinner after. Get a shower and some time to relax… together?" Rin suggested, unable to tear his eyes away from Ryuuji's arms and stomach and chest.  

“Just gotta finish this set,” Ryuuji panted, shaking his sweat damp hair out of his eyes and glancing up at Rin. His fiance (he still couldn’t stop the sappy smile) had that focused expression in his eyes that always sent a thrill through Ryuuji, and he used that to push through. 

He was, in truth, far too tired to be doing this. He hadn’t been able to sleep much thanks to stress, and work had kept him rising much too early. (Even for him.)

Oh. He couldn’t relax yet. He had to stop by the temple and get the paperwork from his father and Yaouzou. 

Paperwork for the wedding, and he still didn’t have enough to buy the specific beads he needed for Rin and all the other wedding things, but damn it all, he was going to get Rin beads that wouldn’t hurt him at all and he didn’t care if he had to do over time for it. 

Ryuuji hefted the barbell up a final, frustrated time, and set it over the rest, taking a moment to get his breath back before hefting himself back up. 

Rin offered Ryuuji a water bottle and towel, waiting patiently for him to catch his breath before pressing for an answer. 

Ryuuji took the offered items with a murmured, “Thanks, sunshine,” and downed the water, dabbing at his face and neck as he did. 

Finished with that, he tossed the towel towards the laundry basket (he still had a lot of that to do) and stood up, letting himself use Rin for support a bit more than he really needed to, simply because he wanted to touch him. 

“Go ahead and order something?” Ryuuji asked, swaying a little and rolling his neck. “I gotta shower and run to the temple real quick.”

Rin knew what he was signing up for by getting into a relationship, then being engaged to a man that was the Bocchan and the assistant to an Arch Knight and an exorcist. He knew Ryuuji would be busy but it still drew a noise of annoyance from him. 

But real quick was promising. "Okay. I'll be waiting." Rin said, pressing a kiss to Ryuuji's lips. "And don't forget to stretch and try not to overdo it?"  

“If I do, I got you to help me work out any kinks,” Ryuuji said, flirting a little as he moved to grab his shower supplies and hopefully not fall asleep in there. Rin had had to rescue him from falling asleep in the bath more than once. (It wasn’t entirely his fault that he found it easy to fall asleep when he was all warm. Rin always wound around him at night so he associated comfortable warmth with sleep.)

He would be quick. He would manage it and get back for some couch cuddles. (Nirvana, that sounded so nice.)

"I can do that. Happily." Rin said, helping Ryuuji toward the showers. He wanted to join him. So bad. He wanted to work out one particular kink but he wanted hours . (He was desperate enough to be past being partially satisfied by a quickie.)  

Ryuuji got himself in the shower, singing a bit as he thought of the quickly approaching wedding and all that was planned for it (trying not to think about all they still had to do) and got out as quickly as he could, still feeling a bit wobbly and as he got dressed. He came out with his hair still damp and in his eyes and yawned a bit as he gathered his wallet and keys before bending down to give Rin a kiss. 

“See ya in a bit?”

Rin brushed back Ryuuji's hair, and let his hands trail down Ryuuji's throat and chest. 

"Yeah, I love you. There will be food!" Rin said, ignoring the sneaky tail that was wrapping around Ryuuji.  

“Mmm,” Ryuuji hummed against Rin’s lips, giving him another kiss, “food and you? Perfect.” He straightened up, gave Rin’s tail a pet and freed himself from its grip before going out the door for the temple. 

Rin watched him go before returning to the apartment. He ordered their dinner, fed Kuro and Rin found himself with only mission reports to do. He avoided those by doing a quick clean around the apartment, the food arrived and—

His phone buzzed from where Kuro was laying and Rin moved to pick it up.  

[Torako: Your fiance fell asleep in the temple. Tatsuma has moved him to his old room. You’re welcome to join him for the evening or I can send him home?]

Rin sighed. He had known Ryuuji was tired… 

[Rin: thank you for telling me. I'll come there. Let him sleep.] 

At least Ryuuji was taking a break to sleep.  

-- -- -- -- --

It was always the longest damn chants that had dances to go with them. Ryuuji was tempted to do some research on the correlation, but he really didn’t have the time. (At least right now.) 

“Subhūtirāha-evametadbhagavan, evametat sugata.” It was his third run through of this chant that he now knew by heart at this point. It would be tiring on its own, but it wasn’t on its own. There was a complicated dance to go with it, and Ryuuji was having to draw out the trapping and exorcising magic circle with his own body in the intricate dance. 

Thankfully he had his fiance (and fight or not, nothing could stop his smile at that word) with him so it was okay for him to blink and look at the ground on occasion while they fought the enormous mekurabe and the hundreds of skulls that made it up. 

The twists and turns and pirouettes were one after another, and there was a flip coming up he wasn’t looking forward to. 

“Trade!” He called out as he finished the third round of the chant and moved onto the fourth. He blinked his dry eyes and took a deep breath for the triple flip. 

Rin forced his eyes away from Ryuuji, staring back at the demon with a pout. The damn demon was interrupting his ogling. Rin was weak to Ryuuji dancing and now he got to stare at this ugly demon rather than Ryuuji's body moving so effortlessly sexy. 

It was, on the bright side, easy to stare and glare at the same time and he allowed a snarl to leave him. He was also fighting the skeletal bodies that lumbered around and was honestly more of a tripping hazard with how the dry bones caught fire. But temporarily, he got to stare at this demon. 

Rin growled before speaking, lifting his tail in a teasing wiggle, "babe, you're going to have to dance for me. I'm getting jealous."  

Ryuuji completed the triple backflip, landing next to Rin and letting his hand slide up Rin's arm to his shoulder with a pronounced wink as he kept the chant up and turned back to face the demon and take over the staring contest so Rin could turn the skeletal bodies into kindling. 

He liked dancing with Rin. (And showing off for Rin.) 

A few more steps had his footsteps starting to glow, and his hands were leaving behind a faint golden shimmer, which meant he was actually getting close to activating this damn circle.

That wasn't fair. Ryuuji was glowing and Rin got smacked by a flailing femur or something with his distraction. He batted it away and distantly watched the skeleton go down before watching Ryuuji more. 

It was making his body want and… 

"Fuck. You're so hot, tease." Rin growled. He was so pent up. 

“Tease?” Ryuuji asked, finishing another round of the endless chant and gearing up for the final round. He was entirely glowing now and this was probably his favorite part. It was entirely too much fun to dance while he left golden light behind. He should try this with Rin at some point and he could be the one glowing while they danced.

“And you’re the one on fire, hottie.” He did a spin and another flip that had him next to Rin, caught him by the waist, pulled him into the next spin while he stole a quick kiss, and moved back to finish the chant. (And hopefully finish the pile of skulls.)

"Tease!"  Rin squawked, breathless from the kiss and the fight. 

Ryuuji looked like he was a star, radiating a vibrant light that had the skeletons shying away but attracting Rin like a moth to flame(ironically.) 

"Just cause I'm the one on fire doesn't mean you're not making me crazy." Literally. Rin needed.  

Ryuuji moved through the final verses, putting in a few more flourishes than necessary and probably  being a bit risky as he took a few more chances to shoot Rin a smile or long look. He was just having fun, and it seemed like forever since he’d really gotten to just flirt (shamelessly) with his fiance. (A slightly less sappy smile and slightly more giddy smile this time.)

The last moves required him to do a series of chaînés around the length of the circle. He executed them lightning fast, remembering too many classes that had felt tremendously stupid but had more than paid off, and finished with a flourish as the circle (and Ryuuji) erupted with golden light. He finished the chant, stepping back into the center and tugging Rin with him, pulling his fiance flush against his side as he completed the last hand signal and directed the golden light at the demon, not even caring that he was absolutely showing off at this point, because Rin was worth showing off for. 

The exorcism complete, the golden light consumed the skulls, and Ryuuji squeezed Rin into a quick hug before moving to let go and bless the ground the skulls had come from. 

Rin watched the display, as amazed as he always had been but also thoroughly distracted by Ryuuji. Ryuuji glowing and his body.  The sharpness that was brought to his features with the glow. His eyes and earrings reflecting the light and making Rin yearn to touch him. 

Rin growled as Ryuuji moved away and Rin doused his flames, crossing his arms. 

"So… what now?" Rin managed, valiantly attempting to ignore the want that was thundering through him.  

“Pick up some food on the way home?” Ryuuji suggested, finishing the blessing and turning back to Rin as he did a few stretches. He hadn’t danced like that in a while. He might be a little stiff later. 

Rin's heart thumped with excitement and he nodded over eagerly. Ryuuji finally wanted to. 

"Yeah!" Rin was going to take Ryuuji home and he wouldn't let anything interrupt them.  

Ryuuji snagged Rin’s hand in his own and placed a pickup order on his phone as he led them away from the exorcism site. He ordered yakisoba with the slight hope that his fiance would make yakisoba buns with the extra and chatted cheerfully about the exorcism and then the wedding, and if Rin really was okay with lotus flowers being part of the ceremony, and it seemed almost no time before they were jogging up the steps to their apartment, meal in hand. 

Rin seemed to inhale their dinner, and then stared as Ryuuji ate, and it made him feel like he was missing something, but he couldn’t think of anything, and the kiss he got as he stood up to put the dishes away was enough to have his knees feeling a little weak. 

Knee weakening kiss or not, Ryuuji put the dishes away, warm and happy and promptly stopped as he saw the pile of Lewin’s laundry by the washer, molding and covered in growing coal tars.

No. Not in his home. He was not getting a coal tar infestation somewhere he lived. It shouldn’t take too long…

With a glance at the sitting room where Rin was, Ryuuji moved to do Lewin’s laundry so it wouldn’t infect his home and he wouldn’t have to deal with Lewin’s stinky ass any longer.  

Rin's head snapped up at the sound of the washing machine door opening and Rin's mouth dropped open. 

No way. Did Ryuuji really get distracted by laundry?  

Rin stood and hurried into the doorway and, yup, Ryuuji was doing laundry. 

"What do you think you're doing?" Rin's tone was exasperated and just come on, Ryuuji.  

Ryuuji felt his eyes go a little wide. “I, uh…” Why did he feel like he’d gotten caught doing something naughty? It was laundry. 

“Lightning’s shit was starting to get coal tars,” he explained, frowning a bit in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he’d let it sit long enough to start creating coal tars.

Rin snapped his fingers at Ryuuji in the universal "hurry up" sign. "Okay, so, stick it in the wash and come on."  

Rin was out of patience. He was already hard and he wasn't even sure when it happened and Ryuuji was messing with laundry.  

Ryuuji looked back at the laundry. “You can’t just stick it in. I gotta  cleanse it all first or it’ll get in our stuff too. Plus I gotta make sure he hasn’t got anything in his pockets and separate the fabrics—he wears a lotta wool and you can’t —”

"No."  Rin had crossed the small distance between them, sending out a wall of flames to swallow up what coal tars that had appeared. 

Rin grabbed Ryuuji up, tossed him over his shoulder and turned away from the laundry. 

"No. I'm not waiting any longer."  

. . .

[sleidog]

and for your ease, here's some photos and descriptions of some of these that you may not be familiar with!

Cornish pasty! this is a little pastry pocket with a meat and veg filling that has PGI status. the traditional and authentic filling is; beef, turnip, potato and onion with salt and pepper, the ingredients make their own gravy inside the pastry case and their original purpose [as with a lot of these pastry held meat and veg dishes; may have been to provide a meal to workers who did manual labour in mines, they could get the pastry dirty and discard it while still enjoying the filling.

the toad in the hole! no toads harmed in the making of this; this is a pancake-esque batter and sausages in a tray that are cut into portions, usually with mash potato or roast potato and gravy! quite often if we made this and had left over batter, we'd make pancakes for dessert, so we liked our batter quite plain; but you can add all sorts of seasonings to it!

proper fish and chips, down south in particular we love it with a curry sauce that's particularly unique to fish and chip shops, it's mild and very thick, similar to a westernized chinese curry sauce [you'll often find mixes for it in stores called 'chip shop curry sauce'] our fish and chips is generally going to be a chunky piece of white fish, cod or haddock but it can be other fish as well, along with chunky hand cut chips that slightly resemble steak fries, but they're much softer. not personally my favorite, but i didn't grow up eating a lot of fish!

lancashire hotpot, this is a stew of lamb and veggies in a rich gravy topped with very thinly sliced potato that turn into little crisps on top, it's fun to eat around a table with family when it's cold, since it's super rich and fatty

the scotch egg! imagine a jammy boiled egg concealed in a meatloaf-esque meatball that's been coated in breadcrumbs and fried, then you have a scotch egg! personally i love to make these fresh and the store bought cold ones just don't compare, they can be fiddly to make right, but they're just very fun things

probably one of our most loved curries in the UK, theres some controversy over who created it, between a chef from glasgow and our large south asian community, but we all agree that it's wonderful and easy to prepare and a great introduction to get fussy kids to try curry

knickerbocker glory is a hilarious name, but really it's just an ice cream sundae rippled with raspberry syrup with fresh fruits, you find them a lot by the seaside! sometimes these sundaes will also have jellies and custards included, but from my experience, vanilla icecream, raspberry syrup, fresh fruit, whipped cream and a cherry on top is the classic

banoffee pie! this is a no bake pie similar to a no bake cheesecake. it's a crumbly biscuit and butter base with layers of toffee sauce, bananas and cream on top, it's very rich and indulgent and always makes a mess

and at request of my US living fiance, his absolute favorite, sticky toffee pudding! this is a hot steamed sponge cake with chopped walnuts and dates with a sticky toffee sauce that's drizzled on top [or sometimes injected into the cake itself] it's incredibly rich and best served with icecream!