#and then it turning out to be peppa pig

[toffeelemon]

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[callme-aprilroseisha04]

more peppa pig appreciation that show gets too much hate we need more pig love

Humanization / Headcanon Peppa pig

[toujoursrab]

Prompt: Eerie | Pairing: Jegulus (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Word Count: 529

When Regulus returned home from his shift at St. Mungo’s, he expected to be met with controlled chaos. Harry’s toys all over the sitting room floor, Peppa Pig playing loudly on the muggle TV and mixing in with the Hamilton soundtrack coming from the kitchen (because it was James’ night to cook and he couldn’t do it without music). Instead he was met with an eerie silence, walking through the house wondering if anyone was actually home. He didn’t even step on a Lego as he made his way into the sitting room. “Haz? Jamie?” The TV was off, the room was oddly clean. Even Harry’s fingerpaints from this morning were cleaned up and his artwork most likely hung up on their fridge.

The Healer turned on his heel, leaving the sitting room and making his way to the kitchen. Much like the previous room, the kitchen was entirely clean. James rarely cleaned up right after he cooked, so the kitchen was always a mess when the professional Quidditch player put it to use. Regulus was just about to leave the room and head for the bedrooms next, when a vase of flowers sitting there on the counter caught his eye. A dozen red roses, a classic, but also his favorite flower. A smile formed on his lips as he picked up the card in front of them addressed to Regulus. It was simple a ‘Happy Anniversary, love. Yours always, James’. He scrunched up his nose in confusion because it wasn’t their anniversary.

Before Regulus could think much of it, he heard a set of footsteps followed by a pair of arms wrapping around his middle. He leaned back into his husband’s warm embrace, setting the card he was holding down on the counter. “The flowers are beautiful, Jamie, but it’s not our anniversary for another three months.”

James kissed the side of Regulus’ neck, lips lingering as he spoke into the other’s smooth skin. “You agreed to go out with me exactly five years ago today. It’s an anniversary worth celebrating.”

“Wow, can’t believe I forgot especially when we celebrate it every year.” They didn’t, obviously. His tone was laced with a teasing sarcasm only Regulus could pull off. Regulus had no recollection of the day he finally agreed to go on a date with James, but he didn’t doubt the other knew the exact date. What Regulus did remember of that day, James had been so elated, when he left, he walked right into a light pole, the impact enough to break his glasses.

“Don’t worry about it.” James replied cheekily as Regulus tilted his head to press their lips together in a series of soft kisses. “You have me to remind you.”  When James finally released his hold on Regulus, he turned so they were facing each other. Regulus reached for James’s hands to hold. “Haz is with Lils for the weekend, I set up a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden. Will you join me, Mr. Potter?”

The corners of Regulus’ lips upturned into a bright smile. “I would love to, Mr. Potter.”  He leaned up and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss.

[honeygrahambitch]

"Hannibal? Where is our TV? Lizzie wants to watch cartoons."

"Got rid of it."

"And what's your reasoning behind that?"

"Watched an episode of Peppa Pig in the morning. No daughter of mine will grow to feel sympathy for pigs."

"Okay, Lizzie. Turns out daddy is mentally ill, you can watch cartoons on my Ipad."

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

CYOA

You know what screw it, I wanted to finish chapter 59 today but I feel horrible and it's just not going to happen so for now you can have this completed scene under the cut with my great affection love love peace peace feel free to react as it'll make me happy etc. etc.

Private WhatsApp Chat Resumed: Friday 18th March, 2022, 07:57 Members: Lily Evans, James Potter

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James Potter: i think it's pretty amazing that you and beatrice know the exact date that you first met when you were two

Lily Evans: Lollllll Hello to you too

James Potter: although idk how sirius would react if we knew and i suggested celebrating that hello, also beautiful hello beautiful is what i meant to say

Lily Evans: Suave of you.

James Potter: i'm only just having my first coffee of the day, alright? give me five minutes and i'll be on my game

Lily Evans: I suppose I can allow you five minutes. We didn't always know, but my mum's been journaling every day for most of her life, so a few years back we did a little detective work and it turns out she'd written about my first day at Little Tots. We've done something for our anniversary every year since, but she's blown my gift out of the water this time around.

James Potter: why, what was your gift?

Lily Evans: I bought her a ladyship. She's Lady Beatrice Booth now. Officially. Incredibly it only costs £30 and you get a tiny plot of land in Cumbria with it. I gave the pack to her housemate to leave out today so she'll get a huge kick out of it when she gets home later.

James Potter: how ironic is it that you got her a ladyship and i was looking into getting her canonised earlier

Lily Evans: Lol why?

James Potter: because i really really really liked that video, evans

Lily Evans: I see. I see. I see. Not embarrassed about you having seen that AT ALL. Although I suppose I don't have a right to be embarrassed when I've seen all of your childhood photos, do I? It was probably about time that you saw some of mine.

James Potter: what would you have to be embarrassed about? you were an adorable child i loved watching you grow up on an instagram reel with, inexplicably, flo rida's musical accompaniment

Lily Evans: Lollllllllll I know that probably seems like a weird choice, but it was our go-to dance song when we were eighteen. And on that note, I was a very awkward teenager, as you've now seen.

James Potter: almost everyone on earth was an awkward teenager and the ones who weren't awkward peaked in their teens, so think of how they've suffered since then although i guess sirius is the exception anyway you say you were awkward, but fifteen year old me would have been DESPERATE for fifteen year old you's attention

Lily Evans: Oh, you say that now.

James Potter: no i would have been and i wouldn't have gotten it because as we've previously established i was a prick when i was fifteen so if i'd gone to school with you i still would have been a prick, but a prick who wanted your attention and did all manner of stupid things to get it i would have driven you mad

Lily Evans: Twenty-seven year old you wants my attention and I've not been driven mad over it once, to be fair.

James Potter: twenty-seven year old me has much improved with age and is more deserving of it you however have been a delight your whole life which i now have visual proof of hence i'll be calling your best mate saint lady beatrice from now on

Lily Evans: I wasn't a delight my whole life, I promise you. As a child I was a precocious little shit who thought she knew everything and couldn't be told otherwise. That's why I got into so many scrapes, doing stupid, dangerous things because I couldn't just listen to my mother when she told me "no, Lily, that's dangerous." I was like a working class Peppa Pig, honestly, no wonder my sister couldn't hack being around me half the time. So you're not the only one who has much improved with age. And fifteen year old me would have had a massive crush on fifteen year old you, BELIEVE me.

James Potter: oh really?

Lily Evans: Would I have let you know about it? Absolutely not. But it still would have been there.

James Potter: you mean like the crush you've had on me this whole time?

Lily Evans: I already have to get you back for some nonsense you pulled yesterday, Potter, so I'd advise you not to pile on and add this to the list.

James Potter: lollllllll

Lily Evans: I'm serious!

James Potter: oh i'm sure you are to which i say go on then do it

Lily Evans: I will do it.

James Potter: you go right ahead i can handle it

Lily Evans: You're being very cocky right now and while I can't pretend I don't like it, it'll also prove to be your downfall later.

James Potter: we'll see, we'll see

Lily Evans: We will see.

James Potter: whatever you need to tell yourself, sweetheart

Lily Evans: I think the fifteen year old you has taken over the controls in your head, mate.

James Potter: he probably has, yeah but what can i say he's really chuffed about your crush on me

Lily Evans: You mean the crush you've decided I have that I haven't confirmed?

James Potter: right, yeah, of course, clearly i'm the one in the wrong here still sleeping in my bed, are you?

Lily Evans: I have to go do a work thing now.

James Potter: oh, sure, that old excuse

[rileyslibrary]

How about this: After some especially rough missions, Ghost is on edge, his mental health hanging by a thread. Of course he doesn't admit it and powers through training and everything, but everyone knows he needs help, something to balance him out again.

Even the doctors are on their wits ends with him at this point, so they try a new approach and assign him to some animal assisted therapy. OF COURSE he hates the idea - waste of time and he is fine anyway...

So reader and their animal are invited to base to try and help him. (Or reader is the team mate, and the therapist an additional character - how ever, you know best.) I'll leave to you which animal it will be. ;-)

Ghost & Peppa (the dog)

Anon, hold my purse while I fill this with warnings:

Brief mentions of war

Mentions of physical & emotional trauma

This story is purely fictional and should not be considered an accurate representation of the practices and/or effects of Animal-Assisted Therapy

I did NOT cry while writing this. I’m fine.

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He’s fine. Of course, he is.

Nothing wrong with collecting mutilated bodies after a bomb explosion—It’s part of the job.

What about him getting shot? Ah well, it got him on his shoulder—that doesn’t count. It wasn’t life-threatening, according to him. He was fine.

He had to talk to someone. You all tried to pass the idea to him. Everyone except Gaz, who didn’t want to get involved since he, too, was going through some shit.

Soap told him straight away. “Mate, you need to talk to somebody”.

“I got nothing to say”, was his response.

Price was more subtle. Such a tactful guy, your captain. He tried to bring the subject up by sharing his own therapy experiences.

“Opening up and feeling vulnerable was difficult,” he said, “but I pushed through.”

But all he received was a shrug and a stern “glad it worked out for you. I’m fine.”

And you? You tried to cheer him up, calm him down, make him talk.

Nothing.

For the past two months, he has been training daily, hitting that punchbag and bench pressing like a maniac. He was pushing his physical limits, attempting to lift barbells equal to his weight, and you were looking at a person struggling to lift the weight of his conscience.

But he was fine.

Until Gaz came one day and pitched an idea to the captain: “Animal-assisted therapy” they called it. The doctors assigned it to him, and it helped. So, why not give it a try with Ghost?

The lieutenant hated the idea. Hated it. Why? Because “it was pointless and stupid” to him.

Plus, he was fine.

But Price placed his thumbs under his shoulder straps and told him it was an order. And nobody messed with the captain when he put his thumbs under his shoulder straps.

The therapist arrived the following week with Peppa, the dog.

“Peppa, like the pig?”

That was Ghost’s first question. And upon the therapist’s first nod, the follow-up question came.

“Why the fuck would you name the dog Peppa?”

The therapist explained that Peppa’s first patient was a little girl who struggled with anxiety. She named her Peppa after the cartoon character, and the name stuck.

Days turned into weeks, and although he initially protested against the therapy sessions, he was now willingly participating in them. Almost looking forward to them.

“Can’t come to training today; got a meeting with Peppa.” He would say.

Such compliance? From Ghost? How?

You all reached a conclusion because you needed an explanation that could make sense—Ghost wasn’t engaging with the therapist as much; he was opening up to the dog.

Peppa became his silent confidante.

He was playing with her and scolding her for eating too fast. Sometimes, he would ask her “why she was so sad” or “so devious” and why she was always drooling. In response, Peppa would just whine, wiggle her tail, or tilt her head, and Ghost would interpret her reactions as he pleased.

Although you could all see the improvement in his demeanour, you still worried about his well-being.

But whenever you asked him how he was, his response remained the same.

He was fine.

You tried to shift the focus and ask how the therapy was going instead. Yet, Ghost would still cling to his standard response.

Fine.

And then, the therapist advised to do something else instead.

“Ask him how Peppa is doing.”

And that simple question, about the dog’s well-being, unveiled the hidden side of his emotions. He would open up, and recount how Peppa was feeling a bit down one day, seemed too scared another day, or ate very little. He projected his own feelings and experiences onto the dog. He used her as a vessel to express his inner turmoil, revealing his struggles in a way that felt more comfortable and less vulnerable to him.

After all, it was the dog’s struggles, not his own.

He was fine.

“Do you think Peppa gets a payslip every month?” you joked one day as you looked at Peppa lying next to Ghost. “For having a job and all?”

“Peppa was a stray, you know; she always fought to survive.” he replied, kissing her head, “poor thing.”

“Poor thing,” you repeated, this time looking at him.

He knew he wasn’t fine. You all knew.

But Peppa didn’t pressure him to do or say anything.

She wouldn’t urge him to “talk to somebody” or “try meditation.”

She would insinuate, in her own way, that she was there for him.

Looking at him with her tongue out and a wide smile across her face.

Whining and demanding more pets.

Giving him the ball so they can play fetch.

Reminding him that caring for himself was just as important as those gentle scratches behind her ear.

“We’re in this together, human—you will be fine.”

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[ajortga]

fate ties two

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

based off a request i got! im so grateful for one of the parts i came up with on the spot, it really made me laugh thinking about it. requests will be open soon possibly, i have a few events this week but we'll see!

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hey! i loved your recent fic but i totally misread the synopsis. do you think you could write a fic where jenna’s actually goes on a snack run with (or without it’s up to you) her sister to get what she wants but meets femreader!?

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“Jenna! Get off the cart! Your hair is in the way and you’re too heavy!” Aliyah groaned, pushing the shopping cart that had some cilantro, avocado, cereal, and some peppa pig action figure.

“I just think you haven’t worked out your arms.”

“Are you calling my arms big?”

“Are you calling me big?” Jenna laughed, rolling her eyes as she got off the cart, just to jump back on it again.

“Jenna Marie Ortega!”  

Aliyah eventually gave up, pushing the cart with the tiny brown-eyed girl in it as she walked to the produce section.

The short Ortega reached from the cart and grabbed a few kiwis and raspberries, letting it rest on her lap as she held it with her hands.

As the cart rolled and traveled along the store, Jenna’s eyes fell upon your figure as she was being rolled, your side profile struggling to reach up for snacks on the higher shelf. Your hair tucked behind your ear with hoop earrings on. Aliyah turned another corner before Jenna reached out to grasp her hand.

“Stop,” she says softly, her eyes not looking at her sister at all, sidetracked to the snack section, pointing. 

Aliyah groaned again, “We just bought snacks five minutes ago, why are we back here?-”

“Shh..”

Aliyah pushed the cart and she could see the way your hair slowly swept with the push of the cart. Jenna found it adorable seeing the way you made small grunts reaching up.

She didn’t want to seem weird, but it seemed as if fate tied you two together. It felt awkward to admit that she's heard of invisible string. She just saw you standing there and somehow she could admire the way you were on your tippy toes.

As you reached and made small squeaks of annoyance, you heard her voice behind you, “Do you want me to help you?”

You stopped reaching as you turned, “Please.”

Jenna smiled, and now she was just realizing she was 2 inches shorter than you. She got an idea as Aliyah held her steady on the cart, standing on the part babies were supposed to sit on as she reached for your candy, (it was sour patch kids.) 

She felt like her arm was stretching out, determined to at least impress you as she finally grasped onto the sour patch kids. 

“Aliyah, okay I’m do- Aliyah! What are you doing!”

Her sister was distracted from grabbing some freeze dried strawberries, completely forgetting about how her sister was on top of the cart as Jenna yelled at her, “Oh shoot!”

The shopping cart began to shake as Jenna lost balance, her front smacking onto the cabinets as the snacks began to fall from the sky.

The candies fell like dominos one by one, as she lost more balance and began to fall, she could see the way you were trying to catch everything that fell. You caught it one by one with swift hands and throwing it back neatly onto the shelf as you made sure she didn’t get hurt when she fell.

Her back smacked against your figure, making a small "oomph" sound as you made a small cry of surprise, your head basically hitting the floor, snacks falling down as you began to laugh. You were squished with her body on top of you, panting lightly.

Aliyah was staring at you two, seeing the way how the aisle was basically not even an aisle anymore, her mouth open.

“Jesus.”

The small brunette untangled herself from you, the candy still in her hand as she placed it in yours. You three were picking up everything that fell, Aliyah snorting in laughter, your belly shaking from laughing.

“I think I have to pay for a new shelf," Jenna grumbled embarrassingly.

You giggled, brushing your shoulders, “I think I need to get to know you.”

“Jenna,” She smiled, writing numbers quickling onto a scrap.

“Y/N,” you smiled at her, “Thanks for the sour patch I owe you.”

Jenna scoffed playfully, “Thanks for being a cushion before I fell, could’ve busted my head open.”

The brown eyed girl handed you her number as you laughed, putting it in your pocket, “That’ll make up for it.” you said, giving her a sweet smile, putting back the last dropped item on the ground, giving her a small wave as you walked away.

Jenna looked at you as you walked away, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips as she covered her mouth immediately as she heard an annoyed groan.

“Ohh, so that’s why..” Aliyah said, giving Jenna a look asking her if she was actually serious.

“Shut ‘p.”

“Don’t tell me to be quiet, you almost killed that girl because you were too busy adoring her and not thinking when you thought you’d be her knight and shining armor. You almost cracked your skull!”

“But I didn’t! And I think I got something even better in exchange,” she added, looking down at her bracelet, a small crumpled piece of paper saying

you made my day faster than anyone else did and usually that’s really rare, thanks for giving me a laugh that I actually didn’t know i needed. i appreciate it and love to get to know you more.

xx

Y/N ‪♡

+1 XXX-XXX-XXXX

"You are so strange," Aliyah said, making Jenna push her on the cart as punishment for basically being clumsy over one pretty stranger.

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She never had sour patch kids, believe it or not, she usually just bought it for her siblings or would stash fruit like kiwi. 

But that day, she grabbed it from the same place she fell, there was a bag of it that you put away in another section and she took it home that day. But what you didn’t know, even from when you two were dating now was that because of you, sour patch kids became her new favorite candy. Maybe that’s why you loved her a lot, she had the same favorite candy as you. 

(You still didn’t know that Jenna discovered it because of you.)

[x-hotoke]

hey sweetie!! I saw request open and..

Megumi streamer x reader

STREAMER megumi x male reader

writer's note: I'm unsure whether this was platonic or not so I assumed this was platonic and my blog is all about writing male readers, if it's not then you can check my pinned post for more details on what I write :D either way thank you for this wonderful request anon<3

synopsis : after a long day of streaming, megumi spends the entire night watching movies with you.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. a short one shot

“Yuji — I swear to-” Megumi takes his eyes off the monitor, glancing at his phone on his desk. It has been buzzing for quite some time now. “Megumi?” A voice rang from his headphones.

“Wait a second.” Megumi muttered, muting his microphone off in the stream. He picked up the phone, seeing messages from y/n — loads of them.

'are you donw streaming?'

'come over, i made some fpod'

'do u srsly not hear the notifications'

He chuckled at the last message, quickly responding to all of them before setting his phone down. “What are you laughing at, megumi?” Yuji's voice spoke up, making the black headed male freeze. He forgot to mute himself on discord.

“It's nothing, let's finish this round and call it a day aight?” Megumi said, speaking to his viewers also. He was one of the streamers who rose up to popularity quickly and it's all thanks to his friends — Yuji, nobara and satoru — he can't believe that old white haired dude who adopted him was in his late 25's considering he has white hair. He was the one who got him into streaming.

After finishing up, he quickly did his outro — thanking his viewers for watching him before ending the livestream. It wasn't a full time job he committed himself to, he had other businesses after getting endorsed by popular brands, and let's not forget about Satoru who showers him with all the money he can offer to his adopted son. But he does make a sum of money from doing gaming livestreams with his friends.

Megumi took off his headphones, standing up to stretch. He took his phone off his desk, checking if there were any new messages from y/n.

'gosh when are u gonna finish'

It was sent an hour and a half, making megumi sweatdropped. He hoped he wasn't angry at him.

'omw dummy'

'geez took u ling enough to reply'

seen

Megumi grins at the typos his friend made, chuckling to himself before going to his closet and taking out a pair of hoodie and a baggy black sweatpant.

A few minutes later, y/n hears a knock on the door to which he peeked out of the hole on door to see who it was. He perked up, opening the door. “Megumi!” He greeted the male with a hug before ushering him in.

“Took ya' long enough.” Y/n said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed a bowl of popcorn and some coke. “What can I say? I'm a busy man.” Megumi replied, shrugging as he sat down.

“It's movie night, right?” He tilted his head, asking the h/c headed male who responded; yes in return. Y/n placed the bowls on the coffee table before pulling out his remote controller. He threw it on megumi's lap who picked it up.

“You choose.” Y/n said, grabbing his bowl and began eating. Watching as the tv showed different kinds of movies to which megumi chose a kid's show; peppa pig.

Y/n deadpanned at him. “Seriously?”

“You said I get to choose.” Megumi grinned at him, slumping on the couch as they watched the opening of the show. He glances at him hesitantly before sighing. “Hey- I know I don't say this much but-” The words he was trying to find were caught in his throat.

“I- thanks for being my friend.” He mumbles, not daring to look at the other male's face as his face flushed with red from embarrassment. “t'is the only time I get to relax- when I'm with you, really. I appreciate you a lot.” His tense shoulders relaxed. “I mean it — thanks for supporting me throughout my journey.” He whispered, a soft smile creeping onto his face.

Y/n laughs lightly. “It's nothing, megumi. You're always welcome here kay?” He smiled at him, turning his attention back on the tv. Knowing it took a lot of courage for megumi to say that, he appreciated it — It's hard to find people who thank him for something he does for them and he was lucky enough to find a friend like him. It made him smile knowing someone appreciates him.

“If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here aight?” Y/n added, his tone softening into a whisper — enough for megumi to hear. “Yeah-.. yeah. Thanks y/n.”

[patriwoso]

with moose

alexia putellas x child!reader

You skip into the training centre, holding mama's hand and clutching your stuffed moose that was gifted to you from Ingrid and Mapi in your other.

"Mama, how long today?" You ask, looking up and your mama with big blue eyes, your blonde hair tied neatly into two small braids.

"4 hours today, babygirl. Not as long as yesterday." Alexia picks you up and carries you in when your walk becomes sluggish and she decides she cannot wait for you to pick up speed again.

You insisted you wore your Barcelona jersey with your shorts today instead of the matching top that would usually go with it. Choosing your purple away jersey with MARÍA LEÓN 4 on the back.

"I play toys with Mapi today." You tell your mama, dropping your head on her shoulder as she carries you through the building and to the canteen where a few of her teammates are already sat eating breakfast.

"Hola Y/N!" Aitana smiles to you as your carried past her table.

"Beunos dias y/n" The canteen chefs smile to you, Alexia holding you on her hip still as you tell her what breakfast foods to put on your plate.

"Grapes mama." You watch carefully as she puts each one onto the plate next to your sausage, making sure they don't touch otherwise it would send you into a complete meltdown and no one wanted that at 8 in the morning.

Once your meal had been plated up for you, Alexia sat you down at a table with Mapi and Ingrid before getting her own breakfast.

"I got moose today, Ingy!" You grin and lift up your moose to show Ingrid, using the nickname you have always used since you couldn't pronounce the norwegians name correctly. You get a little too excited though, putting your moose onto the table to show her and knocking over your juice cup in the process, it spilling all down your lap.

"Mama!" You shout, bottom lip trembling and tear beginning to fall down, earning the attention of your mama by the sounds of wailing and crying. Mapi and Ingrid try to help you with some tissue and napkins to soak up the liquid on your legs but you cry louder for Alexia.

"Oh princesa." She sighs, picking you up from the juice puddle your sat in.

Your cries earn the attention from everyone in the canteen, only telling them what's wrong when they see the soggy bottoms and the drink dripping onto the floor.

Alexia shushes you and wipes your teary cheeks, taking you out of the canteen to change your wet clothes.

In the locker room she sits you on her lap and takes off your soggy shorts, pulling on a fresh pair from your peppa pig backpack.

"All clean y/n/n." Alexia smiles down at you and you bury your head into her. "Let's go finish breakfast."

You toddle back into the canteen and find the soggy juice spot no longer soggy. Ingrid had put your moose in the window so the sun would dry it off.

"Look Mapi" You grin as you eat your sausage, turning around so she can see her name on your shirt.

"Wow! Does that mean you'll be my partner today in training? We will kick the ball together, yeh?" She smiles, reaching to help chop up more sausage for you.

You nod, shoving more of the food into your mouth before your mama tells you to stop eating so much in one go and to use the fork next to your plate.

"Mama where Patri and Pina?" You ask, searching around the room for your other favourite duo. "I want to sit on Patri's lap Mama." You slide off of the seat but before you dash off your stopped.

"Mi amor, you only see Patri if she has finished her breakfast." She tells you, looking around herself to see Patri and Pina sat on a table with Mariona, Cata and Laia.

You nod eagerly and run over to Patri.

"Patri! Patri! Patri!" You put your arms up and stomp your feet, hoping she'll pick you up on sit you on your lap.

With you luck, she does. Who wouldn't?

"Buenos dias chica." She picks you up and pops you on her lap. You go shy and suck on your thumb, turning your head away from the rest of the table. You can hear your mama asking Patri if it was ok for you to sit with her, hearing the answer you relax more and cuddle your favourite midfielder.

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Jona let's you out onto the field to watch the training session. You hold Alexia's hand as you walk out along with the other girls, looking at all the footballers around you.

"Mama I play ball like you when I get big." You tell her, hearing the 'awwws' from her teammates. "I play in the goal" You add, running onto the pitch and standing in the goal, getting all excited and waiting for someone to kick the ball for you to save

Of course they only kick it gentle, and allow you to save their 'shot'. After all, you were only 3.

Mapi scoops you up in her arms and spins you around, celebrating that you saved Ingrid's shot. "You have some competition Paños!" She shouts over to Barcelona's number 1.

Alexia sets you up on the edge of the field with a colouring book and some pens, sitting next to Mariona who is injured.

"What are you colouring today?" She asks you, looking at the book.

"Mermaid" You tell her, eagerly trying to get the picture finished, scribbling the colours on and sticking on a googley eye you found in the pen pot. "Is a norway mermaid for Ingy and has a moose too" You tell her in your toddler babble, pointing to the moose you attempted to draw in the corner of the page.

"This is moose" You pick up your stuffed toy, colouring forgotten about, and you show Mariona the animal.

"From Ingy when it was my birthday and I was three." You hold up 3 of your little fingers to show Mariona your counting skills. She smiles and chuckles softly to herself.

"Does it have a name?" She asks.

"Mama moose." You tell her. "Becuase I call her after mama" You explain to the forward.

"It sleeps in bed with me and I cuddle moose"

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When training was over you ditched Mariona and the colouring pens to run over to Ingrid.

"Ingy I colour you a picture!" You hold it up and she takes the sheet from your hand, crouching down to reach your height better.

"Wow, Y/N! She is so pretty! I love mermaids!" She grins, kissing your head softly.

"And a moose" You point excitedly at the moose you drew, a big toothy grin on your face.

"And a moose! You are such a good drawer!"

"Y/N!" You turn your head to see Mama Alexia calling you over to pick up your pens as it is time to go.

"Mama, we play ball at home?" You ask as you walk back into the changing rooms.

"Sí, we can play ball.

"With moose?"

"Sí, we can play ball with moose"

[thalialunacy]

[for the @calaisreno May Prompts Squad; in which there are many Holmeses and parenting is a contact sport]

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It's a new week, and John declares on Monday he's certain it's going to be easier than the last one.

What an idiot.

---

By the time they reach Wednesday, they've not been back from hospital twenty-four hours when Sherlock's dear mama orders them onto a train. 

'Mother,' Sherlock hisses into his mobile, glancing across the room to where John is firmly planted on the sofa with his daughter tight in his arms, watching Peppa Pig. 'Rosamund just got out of A&E. We don't want to go down the street, let alone out to a place so far from an adequate hospital that--' 

'Oh, poppycock' 

'I'm sorry?' 

'Now, don't be angry at me, darling. I know you must be frightened to bits for your little girl--' 

Sherlock turns away from the sofa again, chest clenching for the approximately thousandth time in the past two days. 'She's not my little girl,' he says between his teeth, trying to keep his voice steady and quiet.

'--but I'm only trying to help.'

Sherlock knows it's one of those times John would be a much better fit for the task at hand. Unfortunately, she's stuck with her son instead. 'Mummy. Clearly, that would not help.'

'You're not planning on feeding her peanuts again, are you?'

Sherlock closes his eyes. 'I won't dignify that with an answer.'

'Then pack an epipen and come see your mother. I want to kiss that baby.'

---

John is doing his best, Sherlock observes once they're gathered round his parents' kitchen table, but he's clearly still feeling scads of parental guilt. He refuses to let Rosamund out of his sight, and his jaw keeps doing that jumpy bit that means he's repressing something. Several somethings, obviously, because he is John Watson.

And Sherlock almost abhors how much he cares for John Watson.

---

His mother, naturally, can't hold back for long. 

'Oh, John, I do hate to see you like this.'

John freezes like the proverbial deer in headlights, then carefully puts down his fork, stiff upper lip firmly in place. 'Thanks, Mrs Holmes, but I'm all right.' 

Sherlock, who knows better, shares a Look with Rosamund, who blurps his name(ish) then happily stuffs more pickle into her mouth. John's face softens momentarily, and she notices. 'Want some, Daddy?'

It's not a question; John is immediately handed a chubby fistful of globby green.

'She not a fan of spoons, then?' Sherlock's father says with a chuckle.

'Only as a weapon,' Sherlock replies without thinking, but luckily it's the correct audience, because beyond an eye roll, the reaction is mostly laughter.

Except for John, Sherlock notices immediately. Oh, dear.

His mother notices, too, and her lips purse. 'John, I know we're all very English, but I'm old enough that I can speak plainly.'

'As if you hadn't already,' Sherlock mutters.

She ignores him, instead reaching out to touch John's right hand where it rests on the table. 'You mustn't punish yourself. You've done nothing wrong.'

John's extreme discomfort would be crystal clear to anyone in a ten mile radius. 'Mrs Holmes…'

'I mean it.'

He puts down his fork, and Sherlock sees him inhale purposefully. 'All due respect, ma'am, but my daughter nearly died. She nearly died because I insisted she eat something she clearly and repeatedly did not want to eat.'

'And?'

John's mouth opens, then shuts, before he speaks again. 'Are you joking?'

'Everyone makes mistakes with their children, dear.'

'Not that sort of mistake.'

She makes a noise close to a ladylike snort, if such a thing existed. 'We almost drowned Sherlock when he was her age.'

Sherlock's front chair legs drop back to the floor with a thunk. 'Beg pardon?'

'Yes, you came frightfully close to dying, it was very unpleasant.'

John's facade breaks enough to give Sherlock a slight smirk. 'And you didn't recognise my facetiousness on that train?'

'Yes, yes, thank you, now what is this about me drowning, Mother?'

'We left you with another child, a girl of maybe twelve.' She shakes her head. 'That poor girl. She's never forgiven herself.'

'But I didn't die!'

'Sherlock,' his mother chides. 'Don't be unkind.'

'Wait. Why didn't I die?'

A curious silence falls over the group. 

Sherlock's chin drops, and he sighs. 'Mycroft.'

His mother nods. 'He was in the deeper end, and you were in the shallow end. Where you were meant to stay.'

John huffs a laugh. 'Right, good luck with that.'

She tuts. 'He's lucky his brother was watching.'

'You don't remember any of it?' John asks, clearly curious.

Sherlock thinks. 'I remember a pool, several pools, from childhood. Various ponds. I remember-- Yes, I think the first time I ventured into the deep end, I blinked and I was at the ladder.'

'Indeed,' his mother says.

'Right,' John says, bemused. 'So you've always hated pools, even before we nearly got blown up in one.'

His mother blinks. 'Beg pardon?'

'Oh don't fret, Mummy.' Sherlock waves a hand. 'It was ages ago.'

And worse things have happened since then, no one needs say.

Except his mother says it, sort of. 'She's going to have such unusual stories to tell,' she says, turning to Rosamund and touching her tiny nose briefly. 'Aren't you, darling?'

'Any hope of a normal childhood was gone long ago, I'm afraid,' John says, his voice only a little strained.

Sherlock's father, unexpectedly, speaks up. 'Perhaps, but what she's got is better.'

'I agree,' his mother says. 'John's normal enough for the three of you, anyway.'

Sherlock smirks privately. Yes, absolutely normal, building-jumping, gun-toting, life-saving John Watson.

As if he'd ever fall in love with "normal."

That's the end of the discussion, apparently, because his mother turns back to Rosamund with a smile. 'Now, precious girl, let's see if you can say "grandmama" yet.' 

---

John, still feeling slightly sour, pulls out his phone once he's put Rosie down. 'Mycroft.' His tone borders on Captainy, but he's too bloody tired to be polite. 'What are you playing at?'

'Couldn't possibly have any idea what you mean, Dr Watson.'

'First my daughter is calling you her uncle, and now your mum is teaching her "grandmama"?'

'I fail to see the problem. She's very intelligent.'

John pinches the bridge of his nose. He can't shout, because Rosie is asleep in her cot next to him, and though Sherlock is outside smoking, Sherlock's parents are somewhere on the other side of the guest room door.

'Your brother,' he finally says lowly, 'cares for Rosie a great deal, but has most definitely not voiced an interest in being her father, nor should he feel obligated to.'

'With all due respect, John, I must disagree.'

'How.' It's not a question.

Mycroft's voice isn't hard, but he enunciates every word very, very clearly. 'She is my niece. If you can't see it, then God help you... Although I am aware my brother has inherited more than his fair share of the Holmes reticence. But,' he concludes, implacable, 'lest you forget: He said it himself. You are family. And therein lies the obligation.' 

John's heart does a little twitch in his chest. 'Yeah, but--'

'No.'

'But--'

'Not to sound too much like my dear brother, but John?'

John exhales. 'Can't wait to hear this.'

'Don't be an idiot.'

'Oi--'

But the call is already over. Of course it is. Because Mycroft Holmes is a bastard.

He might also, maybe, just this once… be right.

[ <3 ]

[pool story lifted from my childhood: I literally remember nothing bad about nearly drowning; my five-years-elder brother saved me and I have loved swimming ever since]

[foamy-cafe]

Winter Tickles [welcome home tickle fic]

hahaha this is about welcome home >:]] specifically a wally x y/n story >:]]

i spent so much time writing this goofy lil t-word fic,, i love welcome home istg,, ♡♡♡

 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒.

You were sitting beside Wally on his couch, enjoying a cup of hot cocoa on a chilly evening. It was nearing the winter months, though it seemed as if the cold weather was eager to show itself early. You were currently fixated on the usual Christmas shows that aired, even if it was 2 months before Christmas.

It struck you as odd once you realized that Wally had been gone for quite a while, though you brushed it off as him being the weird yet cute little puppet he always was.

As you were distracted watching the television, you suddenly felt fleece finger wiggling against your neck. You yelp, your eyes widening as you drew your shoulders up. Turning around, you were met with the excited gaze of the puppet.

"Gotcha, Neighbor~!" He sang, grinning brightly.

You rolled your eyes, giggling softly. "Oh, Wally.. c'mon..! You're gonna miss all the movies..!" You grabbed at the small puppet, lifting him from the ground and placing him on the couch next to you.

Wally giggled brightly, beaming up at you before cuddling against your warm body.

After a moment of silence, you noticed the puppet was staring up at you, a curious glint in his eyes.

"Something.. wrong..?" You asked, peering down at Wally.

Wally smiled at you. "Neighbor, you made an odd noise when I touched your neck.." he murmured thoughtfully.

You swallowed thickly. You had already realized what he was hinting at.

"Oh..? I thought it was quite a normal noise, since I was surprised by you, haha-" You laughed nervously, picking at the fabric of your sweater.

Wally's innocent smile slowly turned into a mischievous one. "Oh, really~?" He grinned, gently poking around your side.

"And I suppose, since I'm not surprising you, you won't react, right~?" Wally grinned wider.

You flinched, though held your laughter back. "J...Just what are you g...getting at..??" You struggled to say, giggles beginning to bubble up in your chest.

"I'm getting at.. that maybe Neighbor is... ticklish~?" Wally teased, now beginning to have quite a bit of fun as he used both of his hands to tickle your sides.

You gasped, you body tensing up as you attempted to hold back your giggling. "Pfft~!! Khh-!" You snickered and snorted, wriggling in his plush grip.

Wally's eyes lit up as he heard your snickering. "Aww, what's the matter, Neighbor~?" He cooed, slipping his wiggly fingers under your sweater. He began to wiggle his soft fleece against your sides and ribs.

"Ah~!!" You squealed, swatting at his hands. "Hahahaha~!! N-No, dohohon't~!!"

Wally beamed brightly. Your laughter melted his plush little heart. "D'aww~!! Tickle, tickle, tickle~!!" He cooed, before continuing. "Hehe, tickle, tickle, neighbor~!" He laughed, tracing circles on your belly now.

Your giggling soon became belly laughs. "NohOHOHO~!! Nononono~!! HahAHA~!!" You even let out a cute snort, that envied a piglet's. That or a character from Peppa Pig.

Wally's eyes lit up yet again as he gently wiggled a finger into your bellybutton, before he dragged his fingers down your sides.

Your eyes widened, realizing where he was reaching for. "No-! Wait, Wally!"

Wally's gave you an endearing grin as he began to squeeze your hips, beginning to knead your soft skin on your hips.

You let out a shriek that envied Sally, your neighbor. Throwing your head back, you were thrown into a hysterical fit of laughter. You kicked your legs about, flailing your arms.

"HAHAHAHAHA~!! W-WAHAHAHALLEEHEE!! NOHOHO, STAHAP IHIHIT!!" You managed to cry out through your hysterical laughter.

Wally laughed lightly at your reaction, continuing the squeezing tickles on your defenseless hips.

"AHAHAHAHAHA~!! S-STAHAHAHA~!! PLEEHEEHEEAHAHA!!" You couldn't even form pleas anymore as you laughed hysterically, snorting and squealing all the while.

Wally finally stopped for a moment. "Haha~.. alright, alright.. just one more thing, darling.." he chuckled, lifting your shirt.

At first, you were confused, though soon realized what he was going to do. "N-No, no, no, Wally~!! W-Wally, no!!" You pleaded.

"Mm, Wally, yes.." he mused, pressing his lips to your bellybutton and blowing a firm raspberry over it.

Your laughter shot up an entire octave as you squealed loudly. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from the sheer ticklish feeling.

Wally smirked big, sitting up as he stared down at you proudly. He took a sip of his own hot cocoa that had been sitting on the table.

"Gee, Neighbor... maybe you should be more quiet.. you're going to miss all the movies..!" He teased, grinning down at you.

"S...Shut it.. Wally.." you managed to say through your gasps. "I am... so.. gonna get you.. back..!" You sat up woth a huff, grabbing your own hot cocoa again.

Wally laughed mockingly, sticking his tongue out at you.

"Ohh, I'm SO scared.." he teased, before turning his attention back to the movie.

You sighed deeply, leaning into the couch cushions as you put your arms around Wally. You were going to get him back... you just had to figure out when...

 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒.

bro if anyone thinks this is good,, i might just make a part two

[bellascool]

cheating?

PABLO GAVI.

posted : 11/04/2023 (European date)

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english is not my first language, I apologize for the mistakes.

•

"I love you honey I'll be there very soon!"

Your voice echoed on the, you thought so, empty house you shared with your boyfriend.

He was supposed to be at training until 6pm but oh honey, what you didn't know was that he came home sooner since Xavi had to go to a meeting, freeing the players 3 hours earlier.

Pablo just closed the door and immediately froze after hearing you sweet talking to someone, God knows who.

"My boyfriend will never know about it baby, he's at training you can come whenever you want" you said with a sweet voice

You were laying on the king sized bed, your stomach was facing the mattress and you couldn't see the wide opened door, thinking you closed it.

Who was the person you were talking with?

Pablo couldn't believe that you would cheat on him and decided to keep listening just in case.

"Yeah you can come, he won't even notice" you loudly laughed

Even in that situation, your laugh still sounded like heaven to his ears and he found himself smiling without even noticing.

But his smile faded as fast as it appeared when he remembered what he just heard.

Without making any noise, he went in the laundry room to hide so he can catch you doing what you were trying to desperately hide from him.

He went on his phone while waiting but it didn't really help him to kill the time since all he could think about was "what just happened?".

Several minutes, who felt like hours, later the bell finally rang which made the Spanish boy put his phone on the ground, slowly getting up as you ran downstairs.

He watched through the doorway and saw you happily opening the door before hugging someone and leaning in to kiss them.

He couldn't believe it, it was happening.

It was too hurtful to keep watching so he turned around to take his phone back but was cut off by a bark.

He quickly left the room and followed the sound he just heard, leading him to the living room where he saw you laying on the couch, a German Shepherd comfortably sleeping next to you as you watched-

Peppa Pig?

"is she on drugs?" He thought to himself

"Y/n?" He finally dared to speak

The sound of his voice made you jump from your place, waking up the dog who was peacefully asleep.

"Oh my God you scared the hell out of me" you said as you tried to breath correctly, putting a hand on your chest

"What are you doing and who's dog is that?" he asked clearly confused

"Meet Mia, she's the cutest dog and I'm babysitting her for Maria, she went on a date with her boyfriend" you explained as if it was obvious

"So.. you're not cheating on me?"

You looked at him as if he just said the most stupid, toe curling, hair snatching thing.

"What the fuck no? Why would you say that?"

"Okay it may sound crazy but I may have listened to the whole interaction with the dog when you were FaceTiming your friend and it is possible that I hid to see if it was true. But again, this may have not happened at all." he said not breathing once while speaking

"Oh wow, I see how it is now you don't even trust me" you turned around, patting the dog's head as she slowly fell asleep again

"Wait no that's not what I wanted to say, I promise I trust you with all my life" he tried to apologize but you kept silent

"Y/n don't do this to me I swear I love you please don't be mad at me" he apologized as he made his way to you, collapsing next to your body before wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging it tightly as he put his head on your stomach

That's when you took the opportunity and put your arms on the back of his head, chocking him in your belly

"Now that's what you get for believing that I would cheat on you, you bitch" you laughed as he tried to get out of your grip but you just kept pushing him further in

You laughed harder and harder to a point where you didn't even have the strength to keep him in place

He snitched out of your arms, breathing heavily when you just kept laughing

Soon enough, he joined you in your laughter, forgetting the dog who was just staring at you in complete confusion

After a few minutes, you calmed down and pressed start on the remote so you can go back to watching the best show ever : peppa pig.

"Baby do we seriously have to watch a pig live her life?" he asked while laying back on your stomach

"Yes shut up" you just said now fully concentrated

•

You jumped when you heard the sound of the door bell

You didn't even realize that you three fell asleep watching some kids series.

You looked at the time on your phone, it was 6pm which means that Maria should get her dog back now.

You silently stood up and pet Mia who then followed you to the door, leaving Pablo alone as he was dead asleep

You opened the door to be met by your friend smiling

"Hi Maria, how was the date?" you asked smiling as she put you in a quick embrace

"Really nice, I'll tell you everything later, how was Mia?" she asked while petting her beloved dog who also seemed happy to see her

"Oh she was lovely, she can come back anytime!" you just smiled

"Thank you for babysitting her Y/n, I owe you one!"

"Don't worry about it, it was my pleasure"

You quickly said goodbye before closing the door and laying back down next to the spanish boy who was awake now

" ¿por qué te fuistes? (why did you leave)" he asked weakly while opening his arms so you can get back in

"I had to give Mia back" you whispered as you got comfortable in his arms, your head resting on his chest ad you fell back to sleep with his heartbeat who sounded like music to your ear

[auxryn]

My turn for a context-free call out post:

The constant fat-shaming in popular children's show Peppa Pig is inappropriate and upsetting!

[beah388love]

Your on your period

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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Miguel:it was the middle of science class and you was sitting next to miguel and demetri , a couple of minutes past and you jusy knew and remembered you was due so you began to panick because you didnt have any pads or tampons with you, miguel noticed you was acting weird so he wrote down on a piece of paper 'are you okay? ♡︎' you wrote back no and he quietly whispered to you "whats wrong?" "im on my period and i dont know what to do" you whispered berg quietly back. He put his hand up and said "y/n feels ill can i walk her to the nurse sir" the teacher said yes and you both went to a shop to buy you pads or tampons(or anything you prefer) once you had found a bathroom and sorted yourself out you wouldnt stop thanking him and apoligizing for wasting his time,be immediately told you to stop apoligizing and took you too his house to have a movie marathon and cuddle.

Eli/hawk:you get very hormonal on your period and perticularly today your emotions were everywhere and you was watching peppa pig(idk why lmao) but in the episode you was watching susy was just plain evil and you started crying like having a full mental breakdown and when hawk heard you crying he immediately ran up to you and asked you whats wrong "s-susy is such a bad f-friend" you said between sobs "whos susy?" Hawk replied in a very confused tone and you just pointed to the tv "are you being serious?" Hawk said which made you cry even more "n-no! Dont cry its okay i-uh susy is a horrible friend" he said trying to comfort you and you just kept crying ,when hawk caught on that you was on your period throughout the day he went to a corner shop and got you your fav/f and he got you some more pads or tampons(or whatever u prefer) and he tried to not say anything that would offend you or make you sad for the rest of the day.

Demetri:you and Demetri were cuddling in his bed with your head on his chest and Demetri was gonna pee himself so he sprinted to the toilet and when he came back he turned the light on and that's when he saw it the red stain under you and on your shorts "OMG-ARE YOU OKAY ARE YOU DYING?" Demetri was screaming at you thinking that you was dying and bleeding to death "please don't die" he nearly had a heart attack until you told him you was on your period "oh- I-uh are you okay?" Demetri was now as red as a tomato  "yea but uh I need pads/tampons(or whatever your prefer) demetri went to the store to get you some but didn't know which ones you like or if you even have a preference so he texted you And when you told him what they looked like or the name he got them and bought you some snacks too. When he got back he washed his bedsheets and put new ones on and gave you some of his joggers to wear (which were really baggy on you) and then you guys are snacks and did a movie marathon of all your favourite films.

Robby:Robby would usually keep track of your period because he found it really stupid asking you all the time because you would get mad or sad at him cause of your mood swings so instead he just kept track and when he checked in the morning and saw you was due he bought some of your fav things and some pads/tampons(or whatever you prefer) because you was running out and then you guys chilled at his house and whenever you got a bad cramp he would give you a heating pad and massage your stomach.

Young daniel larusso:he knew instantly because you was always really sensitive on your period and would cry over the littlest things so he tried his best to not say anything that would make you upset or annoyed and when he did he would immediately not talk until you said it was okay for him to again and it might sound bad to others but you both knew it would stop unnecessary arguments and meltdowns for you both so you guys would just cuddle and watch films together all day.

Young johnny lawrence:Johnny knew what a period was but he never actually knew what it was if that makes sense so when you told him you was on yours he was very confused on what he should like if he should hug you or not touch you so he kind of did a mixture of both which was making you really upset because you didn't know why he was acting like that and confronted him after a day or two "Johnny why are you being like this?" You said randomly while you both were cuddling "what do you mean?" He answered back genuinely confused "well you keep being really cuddly and clingy and then you won't even touch me" Johnny knew exactly what you meant now and went bright red "I-uh I'm sorry I just didn't know if you wanted me to touch you or not i mean I've never had to deal with a girl on her uh what's it called?" he said "a period?" You answered "yeah! That's what it's called god that been bugging me all day" he said making you laugh "Johnny you can cuddle me if I'm on my period ,I mean like don't overdo it y'know just be how you usually are" "how I usually am?" He said kind of not believing you "yes how you usually are" you giggled. After that Johnny would act normally around you but he would still be extra kind to you because he knew that periods hurt from seeing you in pain from cramps before.

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[planetharrie]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Muddy Puddles

Also available to read on my Wattpad @PlanetHarrie

In which Harry’s go-to rainy day activities are rinsed dry when little Opal sees incredible puddles outside and the urge to jump in them ends in disaster.. 🌧️🧥🪟

⭐️

“Dad, I’m b-o-ored!”

Harry sat back on the soles of his feet, and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I know, Love.” He sympathised. A hand of his brushed his matted hair back from his face and he shared a small smile with his 5 year-old. “How about we. . . do some colouring?”

“We already did that!” Opal squeaked from her spot by the lounge window.

That was true. The current rainstorm outside had caged the father and daughter inside their small townhouse for the day. They’d scrambled their way through Opal’s Lego boxes, completed three jigsaw puzzles, coloured and played with Opal’s naked Barbies for an hour before she’d chucked her dolls to the floor and decided she’d rather gaze out the window.

Harry’s legs were now far too numb for his liking and he glanced around the living room floor that was cluttered with their discarded rainy-day activities.

“Well. . . How ‘bout we watch a film? ‘M a bit tired, Love.” He blew out a breath and his cherry lips rippled ever so slightly. He glanced up at the clock on the mantelpiece; it was four P.M and he knew he needed to start getting tea ready. “We can have some din-dins while we watch?”

Opal pouted and squirmed in the armchair she was using to look out the condensed windows. Her pigtails bounced when her feet hopped onto the carpet.

“No, Dada! That’s b-o-ring.”

“Opal. .” Harry whined. That was when Opal’s little round face suddenly change and her lips perked up into a mischievous smile, as if she’d had an eureka moment. But Harry had already read her swirling mind; “We’re not going outside, Baby.”

Opal answered with puppy eyes and her blonde eyebrows raised. She crawled up onto her Dad’s lap like a cat and took the material of his t-shirt into his tiny fists. Harry twirled one of her bunches in his finger with his mouth drew in an unimpressed line.

“Darling, you could get ill; it’s very cold and soggy out there.”

“But!—But, I’ll wear a coat and a hat!” Her little voice pleaded with excitement. “I want to jump in the puddles, Papa! Like Peppa!”

The two shared a look between each other, Harry’s left eye twitching as he fought against his little girl’s pleading.

“Oh alright,” Harry eventually gave in, earning a squeal and a choking-hug around his neck from Opal, “But you must wear your boots and hat, Opie. We don’t want you getting another nasty cold!”

Ten minutes and a few spoonfuls of yoghurt later, Opal was stood in the hallway like a little human marshmallow. Harry had bundled her up in leggings and a thick jumper with her raincoat zipped-up to her chin and her knitted beanie slumped over her brows. The hood of her mustard-coloured raincoat was thrown over her hat which only showed her pale, little face. She had purple gloves coating her hands and Peppa Pig wellies on her feet.

Opal stomped around in circles a few times, testing out her new boots as she waited for Harry to put on his coat.

“It’s raining a lot out there, Opie.” Harry warned lightly as he slung on his own raincoat and threw the hood over his head.

“But puddles are fun!” Opal jumped, waving her short arms in the air. “‘S fine because I have my raincoat on, so I won’t get wet.”

Harry knew she and him were going to get soaked but Opal seemed too eager to go out in the rain for him to say no. With reluctance, Harry turned the key, unlocked the latch and opened the front door.

They were met with the overstimulating noise of rain pelting down onto the ground and Opal stepped back a little.

“You sure, Opal?. .”

The 5 year-old seemed to pause and think for a moment before she looked up at her Dad and nodded. “Hold me, please.”

Harry picked his little angel up and held her tightly in his arms as they stepped out, the front door shutting behind them.

“Puddles! Dad I see a puddle!” Harry followed Opal’s glove-covered finger to the (giant) puddle that had accumulated at the side of the pavement curb. He placed her down and Opal ran down the short path and opened the garden gate.

Harry lurched forward with his arm stretched out to grab her just in time when she nearly got knocked over by a postman jogging past with his red, saturated satchel bouncing on his hip.

“Sorry, mate!” The postman called back.

Opal did not hesitate to bend her knees and jump into the brown puddle of water, instantly soaking her pink leggings. She squealed and stomped in the puddle.

“I’m all wet now!”

“You sure are!” Harry called, eventually exiting the small front-garden and stood at the curb. A bath is definitely going to be needed before bedtime is what he decided.

“Daddy it’s your turn!” Opal grinned up at her Dad.

“N-No, Daddy doesn’t want to get wet, Baby.” He grimaced at the dark patches of water soaking into the material of her leggings. Harry reminded himself that he was getting soaked by the rain anyway stood into the middle of the pavement; he may as well join in with his little girl.

He told Opal to move over slightly and his feet splashed into the middle with an impressive jump and filthy water spurted everywhere; some drops landed on Opal’s face and she whined.

She reached her hand up to her face to wipe the water, forgetting that her gloves were soaked and made her face even more damp. “Dad. . .”

Her face crumpled and she let out a cry.

“Hey.. There’s no need for tears, Love.” Harry cooed, stepping out of the puddle. He paused, unsure how to comfort her; he couldn’t exactly hug her or stroke her hair. Instead, he rubbed her small back and bent down to Opal’s level. “It’s not very nice out here, is it?”

The rain hadn’t stopped pelting down from the sky and Opal’s lips began to quiver with the cold. Harry couldn’t bare the thought of her getting cold or sick because of him, so he led them back inside. Opal stripped-off in the hallway, her clothes in a soggy pile at the door, and Harry wrapped her up in a towel that was drying on the radiator.

“Are you ready to watch a film now, Darling?” He whispered softly. He dabbed Opal’s face and hair dry as she nodded with a pout on her face. “I think it’s better to go jump in puddles after the rain stops. Shall we do that next time?”

Opal nodded again but cracked a small smile this time.

Harry put some potato waffles in the oven and heated up a pan of baked beans for Opal’s dinner. He brought it in on a tray and as he sat down next to her little body on the sofa, a sudden sneeze shook her frame.

“Achoo!”

They both looked at each other; Opal glanced innocently up at her Dad, waiting to be offered a spoon of beans. Harry covered up his expression of worry mixed with a grimace with a kind smile. Perhaps the small trip out into the rain was a silly idea; neither of them had enjoyed the 30 seconds of storm exposure. But they both learned a lesson and now know that puddles after the rain passes, is a lot more fun.

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[robloxconfessions2]

I have not played Piggy ONCE in my entire life and I don’t know any of the plot outside of the fact it’s based on a show I used to watch as a kid

That being said... I think this Tio guy is kinda hot

-muse anon

i wrote an entire speech on may 2 2023 about the piggy lore and it goes like this: Good afternoon, Chairperson, It's me. Today I will be explaining the story behind the famous Roblox game called Piggy. I chose this topic because I couldn't talk about any object show since I'm not sure if you guys would find that interesting, I really like Roblox, and I heard some of you like it too. I was gonna talk about the story behind doors since I really like that game, but I couldn't find enough lore behind it to make a 3-5 minute explanation of it. This will have spoilers, so if you don't wish to have the game spoiled for you, cover your ears. In the game, you play as a police officer. It starts with you looking for a lost child named Georgie Piggy, who was last seen in a green house. Suddenly, you hear a strange sound and get knocked out and wake up in a bedroom. It is revealed that the person who knocked you out was Piggy, who is like a combination of Peppa Pig and Granny. After you escape, you note how familiar it looked, yet you've never seen it and decide to head to the station for some help. When you do, the speaker says there’s a monster in the building and you must go to the garage. Once you unlock the door to the garage, you see Doggy in a red car. He asks you to get gas so he can start the car. Once you do, you both drive away and he says that you both need to find out what’s going on. Suddenly, you run out of gas and are surrounded by infected. You go to hide in the gallery you stopped next to, only to find out that an infected person was in the building. Once you escape the gallery, Doggy takes you to the forest and says you should go get some rest. He then leaves to drink a potion that makes his eyes turn red and becomes violent. You then escape the forest, and someone named Mr.P starts talking through your walkie-talkie, asking you to save their friend, who is trapped in the school. You find her and she introduces herself as Bunny. You both go to the sewer, where you meet Mr.P, but then you start feeling sick. You pass out and wake up being dragged to the hospital in a rolling bed by Bunny. You can also see that Doggy is back to normal. You fall asleep again and wake up in a hospital room. Bunny tells you that it's not safe in the hospital anymore and that you need to leave. You try to escape using a helicopter, but they end up leaving you and Bunny behind, so you have to go to the metro instead. When you unlock the door to the train and ask Bunny to come with you, she says that you have to leave her behind because Mr.P gave her a potion and it made her become infected. You leave to go to the carnival to try and find Mr.P,

but find Zizzy and Pony instead. They say that they're trying to find survivors and that they have a safe place. They take you there and you start talking about where you were before the apocalypse. You say that you were a police officer trying to find a lost child, Pony says that he was trying to become like his father and become an optometrist, and Zizzy says that she was a fencing coach who taught her little sisters. Zizzy asks you why you were at the carnival, and you tell them about how Mr.P is giving out potions to make people infected. You then hear a strange noise and feel like someone's watching you, so you and Zizzy go to investigate. You both end up in a mall and find Georgie. He says that the reason he left was because his family started acting weird and scary after their visit at the hospital. He went to the mall trying to find his grandma, but everyone at the mall acted scary, so he hid. Then you go back to Pony, and this time Zizzy’s sisters Zee and Zuzy are there. Pony says that they tracked a helicopter signal nearby. You, Pony, and Zizzy find out that the signal came from an outpost, where there is a plant. You open the door to the plant, where Mr.P is. Suddenly, George shows up and says that he convinced the sisters, who were supossed to watch him, to play a game of hide and seek. He came so he could see who hurt his family. Suddenly, a bunch of infectged soldier show up, and Pony and Zizzy have to fight them, leaving you and GEorge to go thr the plant. Pony was about to tell Zizzy something just in case they didn’t survive, but Zizzy already knew what it was. You and George go to the plant and see a cyborgversion of Mr.P. he is convinced that he was halluncinating hwen he saw you and George. At some point in the game, it is revealed that Piggy’s real name is Penny. Mr.P was trying to make a cure to the sickness his wife had, he was contntly trying to getdoctors to test the cure, even when they saidf that it was unstasble. The whole Piggy fmily exept George volunteered, thr firtst time thehy dtank it, thehy became stronger so he gave it to his wife immiedetaly. she was getting etter, but thry recived news that the Piggy fmily was becomign hostile. he thought it dodnt have to do wity the cure until his wife, Ms.P, started acting like them and had red eyes.  Bunny was attackedat the hospital, so he gave her a rushed vure whichn lso made her infected. hopefully ill be able to talk asbout book 2 one day, bhut I dont havr enough time to, so goodbye.