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suspiciouslypinkrosegarden · 3 years ago

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He squished your cheeks firmly within one hand. It was easier to belittle you with that dumb pufferfish look on your face.

“That’s because you’ve been making stuff up about me in your head, haven’t you? I bet…I bet that you comfort yourself by twisting up the reality of your situation. You’re rather pathetic.”

There was a peculiar intensity in Unknown’s eyes, and his voice seemed to teeter on a fine line between a waver caused by red anger…or something else.

“In your head…you think that I need you. You work yourself up silly convincing yourself that I have weaknesses within me which make me vulnerable here like you. But no, here I am king, and you my dog. I feed you, not the other way around.”

You allowed him to continue his spitfire.

“You bend yourself to my whims and I don’t even have to do anything to manipulate you, do I? And that’s because you do that all on your own. You’ve made me your saving grace within your ideal paradise.”

Only after hearing that rubbish did you finally push his hand away. Your lack of fear only caused him to want to spurn you further.

“Don’t like the truth, hmm? Look at you…all curled up in my lap now, when at first you could barley stand the sight of me. Is it because you now judge me as safe to be around after the slightest change? Is that why you think it’s ok to always behave this way?”

If someone were to describe the way the two of you stared so intensely at each other in moments like these, they’d say it was a vicious dance of dragons. Unknown was difficult to get to, laborious to reach as the current queen already had so much ascendancy over him. She pointed and he’d scorch to ashes only in accordance to what he was told. He had no mind of his own, really.

“I grow tired of your insistent barking as I try to take care of you. For someone who so eagerly wished to teach me that you’d be the one keeping me safe under your wing, you sound so displeased to finally have my trust and service, boss.”

“I won’t have you treating me like I’m weak, or like you’re some kind of life line for me. Don’t think that I can’t see the way you daydream me to be the type who meets you with roses in hand.”

“Unknown, the you I court has a gun, not roses. I know that you’re fine on your own, but what you need to do is accept that I can make you better. No monarch has ever ruled truly alone. What do you think all of those advisers were for?”

Deep down, you knew you could stick your claws into his brain to shuffle it around same as she did. The poor boy was easily swayed if situations appeared to be for his benefit, and you intended to make use of that.

Unknown looked ready to burst like an over ripe berry at your challenging words, which only continued to keep coming.

“And if you’re king, does it make this shitty office chair your throne?”

You adjusted your position to run your fingertips through his corse hair, sitting in a rather odd manner still in his lap.

“Kings don’t work tirelessly day in and day out. Kings rest in large beds with silk sheets, getting plenty of sleep and stuffing themselves silly knowing the rest are starved. You, my love, are a pawn like me.”

Unknown had never hit you before, but from the look he wore that was about to change if you didn’t do something to adjust the atmosphere. Now that you’ve successfully awoken the side of him that was more hasty with little rationality, you’d once again deliver that golden message you tried to get him to start parroting in his own mind. You wanted him to start believing it was the rightful path he deserved.

“I don’t believe I’m the one twisting up our situation here…and I certainly don’t view you as weak.”

“Don’t say any more shit to me, unless you want to spend a week in the dungeons!”

“You’re my king, but that woman doesn’t allow you any power outside of this room. You’re the strongest out of all of us, and this operation wouldn’t even be possible without you. Can’t you see she’s locking you away…and it’s all because she knows you’re the only threat around here to her. As we speak there is a banquet feast tonight and you, her right hand, aren’t even allowed to be by her side to become a familiar authoritative face. She hasn’t even saved you a plate-”

“What are you getting at, pathetic pet!”

“Revenge would go a lot less slow if this was your show, Unknown. Things would actually get done around here without the tiptoeing fuss, and you’d get the treatment you deserve for all that you do for us.”

You tenderly cupped his cheek, ignoring the way he appeared as if he’d bite your hand off, inching your face closer to his.

“I’m tired of being the only one around here who seems to care about you. That woman doesn’t clean your elixir laced vomit or worry that you haven’t eaten all day. She doesn’t know the way you suffer or bother to ask, and she doesn’t kiss your forehead after you collapse with exhaustion each night or wrap you with blankets. But I do.”

The way you hovered your lips so close to his worked to slightly nullify his rage. Your forehead pressed against his helped to give him some of the affection he lacked in his life, and you sensed this touch was foreign to him long ago. It’s what gave gentle caress it’s power.

“I propose…that you become not just my savior, but everyone else’s. You care for me in ways she’s never cared for any of the believers…you’re fit to rule more so than any of us here. You’re brilliant, and you’d look so beautiful dripping in the golds of the savior. Our brothers and sisters deserve someone real to bow their heads to and honor as they strive for paradise, and there is no better fit individual than you. You know better than anyone how hard the work load is, she only pretends to sympathize. I haven’t been making up stuff in my head about you, I only know reality. Can’t you see, Unknown? I only want what’s best for you because I love you.”

Brushing your fingers along his bare shoulder which bore the symbol of the eye, you let your end goal slip through a breathless whisper.

“And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty…”

#saeran x reader #unknown saeran #unknown mystic messenger #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #BE Mc Drabble #sorry unknown you’re getting lady Macbethed bro #bad savior ending style that is #savior unknown would be interesting….#tried to incorporate some royal themes hope it’s not too cheesy

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aminiatureworld · 4 years ago

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An Unexpected Rival

Characters: Childe, Scaramouche, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,556

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: When thinking about fighting for the affections of someone, one normally imagines great declarations of love and promises of loyalty. But sometimes that’s not it. Sometimes it’s simply living with a being that hates you more than anything.

In which the reader’s pet hates their s/o

Author’s Note: I did give the pets names because I felt I couldn’t really refer to them as “your pet” the whole time. I also am not a pet owner. Still I hope you enjoy!

Going to try non bullet pointed for a bit. We’ll see how it goes!

Childe

Honestly you didn’t know what to do.

Here you were, standing in the middle of the living room of your apartment, trying desperately not to laugh at the sight of your dog sitting directly on the chest of your much beleaguered partner.

You hadn’t really considered the consequences of introducing Childe to Lacey. I mean, how badly could the interactions be between the man you were convinced was your soulmate and the nicest golden retriever that had ever existed? If there was going to be issues you’d reasoned it would be on Childe’s side. So when your partner lit up at the mention of your fluffy child, you’d assumed all would be well.

Evidently that was not the case. You knew that Lacey could be clingy on occasion, but she’d really been making an effort these past few weeks. Knocking your partner out of the way when you two walked through the door together, refusing to stop walking when you two met up at a park or on the street, refusing to answer to Childe’s attempts at affection. It was almost impressive, the lengths Lacey was willing to go to establish her position as Number One Childe Hater – especially impressive considered the well-attested competition, including but not limited to a Fatui Harbinger.

Now you sprung into action as best you could, bottling up the giggles that threatened to erupt at any moment.

“Childe!” You exclaimed, walking closer. Lacey still refused to stand up, but her tail thumped excitedly against the floor, and she let out a short whine of appreciation. Unfazed by this cry for praise you sighed. “Lacey! Get up! Honestly, you’re not being a very good testament to your intelligence right now.”

Nudging her slightly you sighed with relief as the golden retriever sprang up, attacking your hands and face with kisses as you dragged Childe up to a sitting position. Childe at least seemed unfazed by the sudden attack, letting out a mere “oof”, and smiling a slightly embarrassed smile.

“I’m really sorry about this Childe.” You said, hands still batting away Lacey’s frantic activity as she attempted to get you to focus on her.

“It’s alright. Just, wow she’s a heavier girl than I expected.”

“Hopefully no squished organs?”

“Archons no! It’ll take more than this girl to fell me, don’t you worry.” Childe attempted to give Lacey a pet, but the dog that had just before been laying all over him now scampered out of the way, instead pawing at your back.

“Lacey! Stop being so rude! Urgh, and here I was hoping that you two would be somewhat settled before I went on my trip.”

You sighed, letting your head drop into the palms of your hand, not wanting to think about what might happen during the week and a half that Childe would be required to take care of Lacey. Would she even let him in the apartment to feed her? What about walks and the like? Were you going to come home to all our warfare? Childe seemed to understand your quickly dropping mood, placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing small circles with his thumb, even as Lacey whined and began pawing at his arm.

“I promise it’ll be alright my dear. We’ll manage while you’re gone and who knows? Maybe by the time you get back we’ll be thick as thieves, and then you’ll be the one getting sat on.”

“Who knows.” You let out a burst of laughter. But even as you two shared this moment of levity your mind continued to spin its threads, dreading the days to come and what you’d be presented with the day you got back.

“Alright, what’re we going to do.”

Childe stood in the foyer, hands on his hip, irritation in his heart. Lacey seemed to be mimicking the gesture, chest puffed out proudly as she stared the Harbinger down. They must’ve been standing like that for at least ten minutes, Childe thought to himself, ten minutes of staring and nothing yet done. It was beginning to grate on him, and were it not for the fact that you’d have to pay for damages, he was quite tempted to vault over the nearby furniture, if only so he could get to the kitchen and have this miserable showdown be over.

He didn’t dislike Lacey, no Childe didn’t think he could truly dislike any dog if he tried. He used to dream of owning a wolf pup, of flopping around in the snow with his companion, running as fast as he could and still being chased down with a crash, before being bombarded by affectionate pawing and kisses. These memories seemed quite silly when faced with the reality of caring for a dog however, and now he wanted only to bang his head against the wall, and maybe pass out from the exertion.

“I get that you love your owner.” He spoke again, how long had he been talking to this dog? “But I don’t think this is the way to win their heart.”

Lacey said nothing, simply narrowing her eyes and letting out a slightly hiss. Still Childe continued on.

“And like it or not you are going to have to eat eventually. So I suggest if you’re going to misbehave, that you should at least do it on a day when I’m not your primary caretaker.”

When there was still no movement from Lacey Childe sighed. That evening when he returned to his own apartment it was with the unfortunate knowledge that golden retriever bites hurt a lot more than he’d expected them too.

It was storming, and the city of Liyue had transformed from a glistening city to one of mud and rusted iron. Childe swore under his breath as he pulled his coat closer around him, desperately trying to keep as dry as possible. Who knew if he’d be able to make it to your bedroom and grab one of his spare shirts with Lacey acting like he was a burglar instead of well known acquaintance? The song and dance between the two of them was grating. Feeding your golden retriever being nearly impossible, not to mention the times when Childe half dragged Lacey through the most half assed of walks. Really how could such a gentle spirit turn so stubborn so quickly? Childe didn’t know, all he knew was that the sooner you came home the sooner he could stop worry about being nipped at the heels.

The sight that met Childe at the entrance to your apartment was jarring. Instead of the usual irritated dog Childe was met with utter silence, and a stillness that betrayed the fact that not only was Lacey not in the hall, but she was also avoiding the kitchen and the living room.

“Lacey?” Childe called out, getting no answer but the whipping of wind and the rumble of thunder. “I swear if you managed to run off – Lacey!”

Going further down the hall Childe finally heard the sound of muffled whimpering. Walking into your bedroom he spied Lacey under the bed, eyes filled not with disdain, but with anxiety.

“Lacey, why in Teyvat are you here?”

There was no reply, until suddenly another clap of thunder shook the walls. Lacey let out a yelp and crawled under the bed a little more, flattening her head against the floor, although there was not much room left in that department. Childe stared at this for a second letting the pieces fall into place. He just couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that this was the same Lacey who so fearlessly guarded the apartment against his entrance every day.

This slight smugness was extinguished rather quickly though, instead replaced with a sense of pity, and the need to make this poor girl feel the least bit better.

“Hey, hey it’ll be alright.” Childe spoke softly. For a moment he left the room, but quickly he returned, towels and blankets in hand, praying that you wouldn’t mind that he messed up your closet a little bit.

“Let’s make a fort, shall we?”

Not waiting for any sort of acknowledgment Childe began to pile up the covers on your bed, making sure to lay down towels in case you were worried of shedding. At first Lacey did nothing much than scooch out enough to watch him, but within the next flash of lightning she was up and moving, diving under the makeshift fort and clambering around Childe, as if trying to find out if she could burrow through the Harbinger.

“I know, I know, it’s pretty scary out there, huh?” Childe ruffled Lacey’s head slightly. “But you’ll see, it’ll pass soon enough. And then we can go back to fighting, alright.”

Lacey let out a whine, but nevertheless began to settle down, lying down and once more resting her head on her paws.

“There’s a good girl.” Childe smiled softly. “You aren’t that bad you know. At least you aren’t that bad when you’re not trying to bite my leg off.”

Your surprise at the improvement in Childe-Lacey relations was somewhat immense when you returned. Though Childe refused to say what had managed to form such a bond between your disgruntled pet and him, only that he hoped you didn’t mind dog hair on your bed. Lacey, for her part, no longer tried to sit on your partner.

Even if she still pushed him out of the way when you came home.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche could deal with a lot of things. He could deal with the fact that your parrot wouldn’t let the man within three feet of the parrot’s cage without attempting to bite his hands off. He could deal with the obnoxiously loud clicking whenever he got too close to you, and he could deal with fact that your parrot was fond of yelling random phrases at him in the most aggressive tone Scaramouche had ever heard. Scaramouche could deal with all of that. What he couldn’t deal with is what your parrot insisted on calling him, no matter how much time was spent saying: “Scaramouche. I am Scaramouche!”

“Electro boy? Really?”

“I’m sorry Scara,” you let out a giggle, “I didn’t know what your name was when I first saw you.”

Oh Scaramouche was sure of that, but did that really mean that Oliver had to call him solely by that title? It didn’t help that you must’ve referred to Scaramouche an awful lot as “Electro Boy” for it to be the name that stuck in Oliver’s mind. And regardless of how many times you used the title, it was one thing for you to use the nickname. It was quite another thing for Oliver to, since, unlike in your case, Oliver’s use of “Electro Boy” could be nothing but derogatory.

Scaramouche had long given up in wooing the errant parrot over. If they were to be mortal enemies, so be it. He’d dealt with that before.

“Oh Scaramouche, you must be joking!” You’d exclaimed when he’d revealed this train of thought, cupping his face in your hand and pressing affectionate kisses to his face. He’d let you do so, let you imagine that one day there might be a reconciliation. But in his heart he knew. Unless Oliver learned to stop with the name calling, Scaramouche would never forgive him for the insult.

“I wish you would write.” You whispered.

Pain skirted through Scaramouche’s face, but still he refused the promise that you needed. You knew that Scaramouche would never be able to have a normal relationship with you, that these trips were necessary, were a part of him that you’d never be able to wrench away. Still, the least he could do was promise to write. Without his writings, well how could you even be sure he was alive?

“I’m sorry.” Scaramouche whispered. Leaning in so your foreheads were touching he let out a sigh, warming your lips with his breath. “I cannot promise I will write. I wouldn’t like to break a promise to you.”

“I know.” You whispered back, shaking your head as much as you could. “Still, I’d almost rather a broken promise.”

“You wouldn’t. I know it would drive you mad.”

“Perhaps, but better than nothing?”

You two stood there, basking in silence. A familiar cry broke the reverie.

“Electro Boy! Electro Boy!” A series of clicks accompanied the sudden shriek. There was no better way to break the spell. Almost immediately Scaramouche pulled away. Walking towards the door he paused, turning around one more time.

“I’ll miss you.”

Those words washed over you, their owner having been carried away with the wind.

Scaramouche hurried up the steps, anticipation keep his pace quick and his thoughts a jumble of fragments. The long mission he’d been sent on was finally over, and now he could think not of noisy soldiers, nor of the people who continually disappointed him, but of you. He couldn’t wait, every step on the staircase felt like an obstacle, something he must triumph against to reach you. Finally arriving at your door he barely paused, stepping this way and that as he opened the door before striding into the hallway as fast as he could.

“I’m home.” He called into the afternoon light. Almost immediately two things happened. One was that you leapt off your position on the couch, practically barreling yourself into his arms. The second was that Oliver began to screech, hopping from one foot to the other in an indecipherable dance.

“Scara, you’re home!” You cried, exclamation by the way you buried your face into his shoulder.

“Scara! Scara! Scaramouche!” Oliver echoed. The words made Scaramouche freeze up, taken aback as he was by their usage.

“What was that Oliver?” He called out, not altogether sure if the parrot would even reply to him. Scaramouche had really only referred to Oliver by name the first time he met him. After that you had to settle with “the bird” or “the noisemaker”. This time, however Scaramouche couldn’t help but use it. This was, after all, a matter of great importance.

“Scaramouche, Scaramouche, who’s a pretty bird?” Oliver tittered irreverently.

His tone was still somewhat sharp, Scaramouche never heard Oliver snap at you the way he did him, but nevertheless the words had struck a chord. Finding himself at a loss for words Scaramouche stared at you, trying to figure out what was going on.

“That’s probably my fault,” you laughed hesitantly, “I guess I was talking about you more than I thought. It’s only that, well I missed you an awful lot. And Oliver is my confidante, he always has been. So I guess I’ve just been talking a lot to him about you. I’ve really missed you…”

Scaramouche felt his heart soften. Leaning over he pressed a kiss to your forehead, much to the indignation of Oliver, who twittered away as normal. Still, it was better than it had been before. And, if Scaramouche could admit it to himself, he didn’t mind the idea of you pouring out to Oliver how much you missed him. It made him feel important, feel whole. And if your rude bird had helped at all, then Scaramouche could find it in him to respect Oliver, though only a little.

“I’m glad you thought of me.” He whispered to you. “And I’m glad you still had a confidante to talk to.”

And if the result was a parrot who no longer called him “Electro Boy”, then all the better.

Xiao

Honestly Xiao couldn’t really see the appeal of pets. Something that was only cemented when he met your cat.

“And this is Honey.” You’d said softly, picking up the orange feline and cradling her in your arms. The cat made no sounds, instead it stared straight at Xiao, eyes narrow, gaze untrusting. Xiao was equally out of depths in this matter. What was he supposed to do? Pet it, presumably. Reaching out with hesitant fingers Xiao almost immediately pulled away, dodging an onslaught of clawing.

Ever since then there seemed to have been an odd hierarchy established, at least in Honey’s mind. She never let Xiao sit next to you, oh no, that would’ve been too generous. Instead Honey squeezed into the space between you two, no matter how small and wow was it small sometimes, meowing angrily as Xiao passed his arm over her head to hold your hand. Sometimes she’d try the tactic of walking all over you, lying on your lap, wrapping herself around your shoulders, and all the time glaring at Xiao as if he’d brought some sort of catastrophe on her for daring to try and get close to you.

“Your cat hates me.”

“She does not!” You exclaimed. “Honey doesn’t hate anyone! She just needs to get used to you.”

“She hates me. She thinks I’m beneath her.”

Xiao glared up at Honey, who was looming over the conversation via the bookshelf in your bedroom. Honey’s eyes narrowed and for a moment Xiao felt as if he’d somehow spilled the cat’s secrets. It wasn’t his fault that he knew what she was thinking. After all, hadn’t Xiao been like that for a time? An ornery soul who found most interactions beneath him? Who knew he’d be on the receiving end of that relationship someday. He certainly didn’t appreciate it now.

“You just need to get used to one another.” You continued to assure Xiao. “Honey’s a little bit possessive. It’s nothing personal. She’ll get over it.”

Well it’d been four weeks since that conversation and unfortunately Honey showed exactly zero signs of ��getting over it”. Though perhaps she wasn’t clawing at him anymore, maybe because you’d actually scolded her for it, the gaze never left her eyes. The fact that she meowed loudly whenever Xiao made more contact than hand holding also didn’t help her case.

Xiao sighed, staring at the sky as the sun began its descent beyond the peaks of Liyue. A cluster of trees ringed the back part of your house – trees apparently planted by your grandparents – and Xiao enjoyed perching in them to watch the sunset.

“At least here the cat will leave me alone.” He muttered.

It’d been a tiring day. Honey had been in a particularly bad mood – probably the result of Xiao staying the night – and the atmosphere in the house had become somehow so tense that Xiao figured taking a hike wouldn’t be a bad idea. Even if he found the whole exercise a bit demeaning.

“I’m losing to a cat.” Xiao called flatly out into the air. There was no reply of course, but he didn’t mind that. Imagine what his fellow adepti would think of him now, flailing around, trying to win the affections of a furball whose favorite pastime was being as irritating as possible.

Now Xiao heard a familiar yowl. Glancing down he spied Honey, hair standing on end, gripping a branch as if her life belonged to it. An old conversation rose to the front of his mind. Something about cats being able to go up trees very easily, but not so much down. What an idiotic creature, he thought to himself.

Still it’d be ill form to leave the poor idiot clutching onto the branch, so fighting his smugness as beset he could Xiao leaned over and attempted to wrench the cat from the branches. Honey let out a series of shrieks, claws digging into the bark, but eventually she relinquished and Xiao pulled her up onto his lap. Almost immediately she began pawing at his chest, meowing her indignancy.

“I know.” Xiao glared at the cat. “But they wouldn’t be very happy if you got stuck.”

As if to reply Honey narrowed her eyes, turning around to look at the skyline, rather than acknowledge the adeptus she was now laying on. Xiao hummed in response.

“You know things would be easier if you weren’t so aggressive.”

A meow in response.

“I don’t understand you. I don’t understand why you’re so territorial.”

Another meow.

“I suppose I’m like that. I also want them to myself. Things would be easier without you clawing at me. But they love you, and that’s what matters. I don’t know why but they do.”

Silence, perhaps Honey was insulted by the way Xiao spoke.

“I can’t say I’ll love you. But I’ll try to like you. As long as you try to like me.”

Silence again, but this time Xiao took it as an assent. Letting out a sigh he turned back towards the horizon, gaze drifting towards the peaks that Honey too was watching with interest. The night was alive with the soft chirps of insects, and a faint breeze ruffled Xiao hair, dancing through Honey’s fur. Xiao let out a sigh and, nemesis on his stomach, allowed himself a little rest.

You stared at the mismatched pair, a smile playing on your lips. How funny they looked, curled up together. Like two cats, one a panther, the other a tabby. And yet somehow the tabby was running the shots.

They look so peaceful, you mused to yourself, who knows what they might be like in the morning.

At the very least, you’d be sure to enquire about the nature of your partner’s conversation with your cat, something which had seemed very important to him.

#childe x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #childe #xiao #scaramouche #requested #scenarios #my writing

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ironwhumper359 · 4 years ago

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“Just a short little prompt fill” I said to myself. “Something to work on in my downtime between longer fics.” Oops I made a whole au and I’m attached to it now, lol.

14: “Good news! I brought you a friend.”

CW: Pet whump, creature whump, fantasy au, restraints, referenced conditioning, child whumper

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“More tea, Daisy?” Matilda asked, holding up her porcelain teapot. Daisy eyed her for a moment, and Matilda giggled. “You can answer, silly!”

“Yes please, Lady Matilda,” Daisy said immediately.

“Here you go!” Matilda said, tipping the pot forward to mime pouring. “One lump of sugar or two?”

“Two please, my lady,” Daisy said, and Matilda nodded primly, picking up a small set of tongs.

She mimed dropping two lumps of sugar into Daisy’s cup, then one into her own. She put the cup to her lips and pretended to drink, grinning when Daisy did the same.

“I have to say, Daisy, your wings are looking particularly ex-quis-ite today!” Matilda chirped, slowly sounding out the larger word she’d often heard her mother use at grown-up garden parties. “I love how the light catches them just so!”

An expression Matilda couldn’t quite read flashed through her fairy’s eyes for a moment, but before she could figure it out Daisy’s smile was back, wider and brighter than before.

“Thank you, Lady Matilda.”

“You’re welcome!” Matilda said cheerfully, swinging her legs a bit as she pretended to take another sip of tea. “Oooh, ooh, guess what!”

“What is it, Lady Matilda?” Daisy barely had time to ask before Matilda launched into her story. Mother often said she talked too much for polite conversation, but that was part of what was fun about playing with Daisy, Matilda didn’t need to be polite!

“Father will be coming home today!” she said, clapping her hands. “And that means I’ll get a present! He always brings me a present when he comes home from trips, and I hope it’s something really nice, he’s been gone for so long this time…what do you think he’ll bring me? Maybe a new dress, or a box of sweets...do you think he’ll bring something for you, too Daisy? Oh I’d like that, maybe a new satin cushion for your cage, or a set of gold combs for me to put in your hair, wouldn’t that just look so beautiful with your leash and collar?”

“Matilda!” her mother called sharply, interrupting Matilda’s musing about her presents. “Time to put your toys away now, your father will be home soon.”

“Aww, but Mother-”

“I won’t tell you twice, Matilda,” her mother warned, and Matilda sighed.

“Fiiiine.”

She got to her feet and quickly scooped up the dolls and teddy bears she had set around the table to make up the rest of the tea party’s guests. She dropped them into her toy chest, then walked back to where Daisy was sitting, unhooking her leash from the brass loop on the side of the table.

“Come on, Daisy,” Matilda said, tugging on the leash, and Daisy quickly scrambled to her feet. When Matilda had first gotten her last year, Daisy had stood a few inches taller than her, but Matilda had grown a bit since her eighth birthday, and now she was about the same height as her pet.

Matilda led Daisy to her cage, which took up the entire corner of the playhouse. Her father had ordered it to be custom made just for Daisy, and it reminded Matilda of a bigger version of the parrot cage she’d once seen at a party at her cousin’s estate. Daisy slipped inside, waiting patiently by the door as Matilda made sure the lock was secure before reaching through the bars to unclip the leash from the shiny golden collar she wore around her neck. She hung the leash on a hook on the cage door, then grinned, waving at her pet.

“Bye Daisy!” she said. “I’ll come visit you again after supper, alright?”

She skipped out into the garden, where her mother was waiting to close the playhouse door behind her.

“Did you remember to lock the cage, dear?” Mother asked, and Matilda rolled her eyes.

“Yes, Mother.”

“Good. Now, come with me. Your father will be home any minute, and he has a surprise for you.”

A grin stretched across Matilda’s face. She couldn’t wait to find out what it was!

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Matilda was not an unkind little girl. She was sweet, polite, and as far as Lorrella could tell, never hurt anybody on purpose.

This, of course, did little to soothe the chafed skin beneath Lorrella’s collar or the ache for freedom in her heart.

Matilda did not seem to realize that her beloved fairy was a prisoner in the opulent playhouse her father had built her on the grounds of their family manor. She never registered Lorrella’s discomfort, though that was mostly because Lorrella took great pains to hide it from her. Matilda was bound to become upset if her pet wasn’t acting happy, after all.

And rule number one was Don’t upset Matilda.

So Lorrella couldn’t really blame the girl for not realizing when she was uncomfortable, but Matilda still didn’t seem to think twice about leading her around on a leash like a dog or locking her in a six by six foot cage whenever they weren’t “playing together.” She certainly hadn’t been interested in learning Lorrella’s real name, content instead to dub her “Daisy” because it sounded pretty.

Daisy was a dress up doll, a hair model, an audience for impromptu storytimes and a companion for tea parties and garden outings. Whatever Matilda wanted for as long as she wanted, that’s what Daisy had to be. Lorrella was allowed to exist only in these quiet moments when Matilda left her here alone; when nothing was wanted of her and she could whisper her name into the empty room so that she would not forget it.

The most frightening thing was that while Lorrella longed for such a reprieve when she was with Matilda, whenever she was alone, she’d begun to find herself wishing for the girl’s company. Lorrella was nobody, did nothing, belonged nowhere when Matilda was gone. Daisy, at least, had something to do, had something to be, even if that something was little more than an object to be shaped and molded by someone else.

Daisy belonged to Matilda, but Daisy had a purpose. Lorrella belonged to no one, but her life had ceased to have meaning altogether.

The door to the playhouse suddenly burst open and Lorrella jumped in surprise as Matilda darted into the room.

“Daisy!” she cried, running up to the cage and grinning from ear to ear. “Good news! Father brought you a friend!”

Lorrella blinked and tilted her head, a silent question. Matilda reached through the bars and patted her on the head, then grabbed her collar and pulled. Lorrella suppressed a wince at the sudden jerk of movement and leaned forward so that Matilda could clip the leash on.

“Come on, come on, you have to see it!” Matilda said. As soon as she had Lorrella out of the cage, she dashed out of the room, and Lorrella had no choice but to follow as quickly as she could.

Matilda hurried through the grounds and Lorrella stumbled after her, biting back a yelp every time Matilda ran too fast or turned too suddenly for her to keep up. Her neck was already growing sore, and she’d tumbled over enough times that her knees would be bound to have an angry smattering of fresh bruises by morning. She desperately wanted to call out for Matilda to slow down, but she held her tongue.

Rule number two was Never speak unless spoken to.

Matilda finally skidded to a halt outside the family stables, and Lorrella let herself fall to her knees beside her, gasping for air.

“Father!” Matilda called, knocking on the stable door. “I brought Daisy to come see it too! Can we come in?”

Lorrella stared at Matilda incredulously. All this fuss just to meet a new pony?

Matilda’s father appeared at the door, and Lorrella shrank back, casting her eyes downward.

“Yes, my dear,” he said. “But you must remember to move slowly, alright? It is still quite wild, and not used to people yet.”

Matilda nodded solemnly, and her father opened the door wide, allowing her to pull Lorrella inside. They passed through most of the stable and Matilda occasionally paused to wave at a favorite horse, but they didn’t stop moving until they reached the end of the row of stalls. The stall at the back was open, and as they approached, Lorrella could hear the stable hands muttering to each other.

“Shit! Hold the damn thing still, will you? I can’t buckle these straps tight enough when it’s squirming so much!”

“I will thank you,” Matilda’s father said coldly,” to not swear in front of my daughter.”

The two snapped to attention instantly, twin looks of apology on their faces.

“Yes, Lord Tracey, sorry Lord Tracey,” said the one who’d cursed, ducking his head.

“Can I show Daisy now?” Matilda asked, and her fathers face softened as he looked down at her.

“Of course, my dear. The creature is secure?” he added to the stablehands, and they nodded quickly.

“Yes, my lord. Took a fair bit of wrangling, but it shouldn’t be a problem now.”

They stepped aside, revealing the animal in the stall, and Lorrella was unable to stop herself from gasping. She froze, glancing up at Lord Tracey, but he only had eyes for Matilda, who was staring at the creature with a wide grin

It was not, as Lorrella had first assumed, simply a new pony; it was a centaur. Their upper body was wrapped up tightly in a harness that forced its arms behind its back, and their face was partially covered by a bitted bridle, the lead of which was tied to a hook on the wall.

Lorrella had never seen a centaur before, and she was no expert on horses either, but even she could see that the creature was only a child. Judging by the face alone, one not much older than Matilda herself, or at least whatever the centaur equivalent was to eight years old. The poor thing was clearly terrified, too; they were trembling slightly and pawing at the ground with one of their front hooves.

“Daisy, this is Coco!” Matilda said happily. “Coco, this is Daisy! The two of you are gonna be the best of friends, I know it! What do you think, Daisy, isn’t she just the greatest present you ever saw?”

The centaur flinched when Matilda spoke, and Lorrella glanced back at Lord Tracey, who was watching the whole exchange with what on the surface looked like a bored expression. She swallowed, and shot the centaur what she hoped was an apologetic look before answering.

“Yes, Lady Matilda,” she said quietly. “She’s perfect for you.”

#whump #whump fic #creature whump #fairy whump #centaur whump #pet whump #nonhuman whumpee #child whumper #matilda's playhouse #my writing

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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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FIC: The Rose and the Thorn: Chapter 12 (Mafia AU)

Summary: Blue and Rus finally get a chance to talk.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Cherryberry, Mafia AU, Flower Shop AU, Violence, First Meetings

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His confidence in his brother’s love didn’t exactly take a hit on the way downstairs to dinner, but it did give a wobbly sort of jiggle when Blue didn’t say a word to him. Not on the way down, but maybe that was because Edge was right there, Rus told himself. The silence lingered as they stopped off at small washroom to clean up, but that was even worse as a place to chat, adding in the echo of the water running from the fancy taps running into the basin to fill the room along with their Edge-shaped chaperone.

Blue didn’t say a thing aside from faint noises of acknowledgement as Edge made politely chitchat and led them back to the dining room, Rus trailing behind them.

Honestly, Rus hadn’t really thought a meal could be more awkward than breakfast that morning and he was rather unhappy about being proven wrong. Sure, Edge was unfailingly polite, even pulling Rus’s chair out for him like they were on a date in a fancy restaurant. And the food looked delicious when the Dogs brought it out in courses, a creamy tomato soup and salad before a delicate pasta dish, and a sweet orange and honey sorbet for dessert that should’ve had Rus licking the dish clean.

But it could have been a bowl of fried sawdust for all Rus tasted it. For the first time ever, he found himself missing his brother’s somewhat dubious meals. Maybe his recipe for spam fried rice wasn’t gonna land on any Michelin star restaurant menu, and it didn’t taste like the sweet frozen dreams of the sorbet, but the heaps of love that flavored it helped, a lot, more than Rus ever realized.

Guilt was a lot less tasty, Rus found, sitting penny-sharp on the back of his tongue and refusing to be swallowed away. His brother was mostly quiet, picking at his own plate and hardly taking a bite. Even odder, so was Red. Quiet, anyway, he cleared his plate without hesitation, but didn’t say much, and he kept giving Blue little sideways looks. If Rus didn’t know better, he’d almost say the mean old gargoyle was concerned, if there was room in the shriveled, leathery pouch that passed for his soul.

Edge said little, too, his eye lights flicking only briefly to their brothers, and that didn’t exact make Rus eager to drum up any conversation about the newest season of ‘The Umbrella Academy’ on Netflix. In the end, the silence was mostly broken only by the soft clatter of silverware against china, and the Dogs as they cleared it all away.

Rus idly stirred the bright stripe of honeyed syrup into his sorbet, forced himself to take another creamy mouthful. He wondered if the leftovers would find their way downstairs again, if that was the norm or if it were only for special occasions, like a pair of unexpected ‘guests’. Maybe Mona and her co-workers would get a chance to try a little of that pasta, standing around together laughing as they enjoyed some decent food before they went out on the stage. He hoped so, hoped that after a day of their sort of work, they had a treat at the end of the day. Meanwhile, all he had to show for his efforts today was a little healing and a lot of gardening. It was something, he supposed.

For all his past fantasies of interesting places out further in the world, out in some wonderous, mythical place where Humans didn’t look at him like they’d rather he was dust to brush off their shoes, Rus found he was missing the shop. If he’d thought his days were a little repetitive, now he recalled the simplicity of it wistfully; days of designing floral arrangements in complimentary colors, chatting with the customers who wandered in, and making up little backstories for them in his head, idle little daydreams to pass the time. All that silliness and he couldn’t have guessed how far off he was on Edge’s story, winced inwardly to even think of his past assumptions, funeral director, really? Of course, if Red ever set foot in his store, instead of any mental storytelling, he probably would have been discreetly reaching for the can of hornet spray his brother kept under the registers. You know, just in case.

Almost the moment Rus finally set his dessert spoon into his little empty dish, Blue was on his feet, politely wiping his mouth on his napkin, “Well, thank you ever so much for dinner, but I think my brother and I are going to have an early night.”

“yeah, sure, gotta get your rest, baby blue,” Red said easily. He slouched back in his chair, his bony fingers laced together over his broad middle. “gonna have a busy day tomorrow.”

“what…?” Rus started, confused. The rooftop garden wasn’t in that poor condition, was it? He wouldn’t have believed Blue’s expression could get any tighter until it did and Red didn’t wait for Rus to come up with a better question, only eased down from his chair, the wood creaking as it was relieved of his weight, and slouched out a side door that led who knows where in this maze of rooms.

The moment that door closed, Blue turned on his heel and headed for the other one, saying shortly, “Brother, let’s go.”

He went out without waiting, the door swinging shut behind him, and Rus sighed inwardly as he headed after him. Only to squeak in surprise as he was suddenly spun around, Edge pushing him gently back against the closed door, not quite pinning him there with firm hands at his shoulders. His crimson eye lights were a steady glow, not a flame so much as a softly burning coal, and his deep voice sent a shiver down Rus’s spine as he said, teasingly, “Aren’t you going to say good night?”

“good night?” Rus parroted, dumbly, and honestly, at some point he was going to managed to keep his wits about him with Edge so close. Today was not that day and could only stare up with wide sockets as the corner of Edge’s mouth rose in a faint smile. He was so close, close enough to see the slight crow’s-wing shadow on his cheek bone from his injury earlier, imperfectly healed.

He leaned down and Rus’s soul pounded so loudly he could hear it throbbing inside his skull, wondered wildly if Edge could hear it, too. But instead of kissing him, Edge only murmured right next to his auditory canal, “Sleep well, pretty flower shop boy.”

It took a second for that to register and when it did, Rus made a face, scrunching up his nasal nodule at that addition to his new nickname. Not that it mattered, his cottony thoughts weren’t able to come up with a decent protest. His skull felt like a heavy sunflower atop a too-narrow stem as he gave a wobbly nod, biting back a protest as Edge drew back. He didn’t try to kiss Rus, only ran a gentle finger down his jawline, his gloved finger velvety soft.

“you don’t want me to--?” Rus trailed off weakly, unsure what he even meant to ask. Stay? Go to his room with him? The words eluded him and finally Edge made the choice for him, not at all the one Rus expected or wanted.

“Go talk to your brother,” Edge chided. Rus winced, looking down, and he was right, of course he was, he and Blue hadn’t really talked since they got here. His secrets were getting revealed in the worst ways possible and he honestly needed to explain to his brother before he got the wrong idea. He nodded again, unhappily, and when he dared to peek up again Edge’s expression was softened. His voice dropped to a low rumble as he murmured, “Besides, there’s no reason to be hasty, is there? Some things are more delectable when enjoyed slowly.”

The lazy curl of his tongue behind his fierce teeth as the word delectable rolled off it was terribly distracting, oh, holy angel, help me.

“i…i should…” Rus’s own stupid tongue could barely form simple words, much less multiple syllables, why couldn’t he even think properly? Why was Edge so…so…

“Go,” Edge told him, softly, and Rus did, stumbling out after his brother. Who was waiting in the hallway and if his expression had been cool at the dinner table, now it was positively frozen.

“Come on,” Blue said, low, and Rus followed him through the hallways, trusting his brother to know the way and keeping meekly at his heels until they were at their room.

The moment the door closed behind them, Rus started, “bro, let me explain.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Blue loosened his tie, tossing it across the back of the loveseat and that carelessness took Rus aback almost as much as his words. It wasn’t at all what Rus expected, dull-edged and exhausted, and he faltered. He’d been braced for his brother’s temper, his disappointment, any number of things, but not this empty resignation.

“what? of course it matters, bro.” Rus hesitated, glancing around the room as he remembered Blue’s worries about being overheard, and yeah, he trusted Red about as far as he could toss the bastard, and Rus was pretty sure he couldn’t even lift him. “okay, come on.”

He didn’t give Blue a chance to protest, caught hold of his hand and dragged him into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Then he turned on all the taps to full blast, steam rising from the shower and the basin as the water roared. “there!” Rus said triumphantly, “you were worried about people listening in, now no one can hear us.”

The room was getting warm fast, and maybe that helped melt a little of the iciness still on his brother’s face. Blue looked around, nodding a little, “That’s actually quite clever.”

“i saw it in a movie once,” Rus took a deep, shaky breath, “okay, now, let me explain.”

“What does it matter?” Blue sank down to sit on the shaggy rug in front of the vanity, wrapping his arms around his knees as his sockets fell closed, hiding his starry eye lights as he said, dully, “I’ve already lost you. I tried so hard to keep you safe, but I couldn’t—I failed you.”

“what?” Rus spluttered. This wasn’t going at all like he’d expected, somehow managing to be even worse than any of his pained imaginings, “no, you—bro, just listen, please!”

Blue only shook his head, asking low and raw, “How long have you been sleeping with him?”

“i’m not!” The ‘yet’ seemed to hang between them, unspoken but not unheard. Heat bloomed in Rus’s cheek bones, bright with embarrassed shame.

“Is that where you disappeared to that first night?” Blue accused. His sockets flared open as he scrambled to his feet and there was the anger Rus expected. Except not, this wasn’t the familiar exasperation at his schoolyard troubles or his messy habits, those had no place in the cold fury in his brother’s expression, or in the acid of his voice as he asked, “Off to bed down with him, is that it?”

“we didn’t!” But the taste of guilt was thick in his throat, that had been his intention, hadn’t it? Did it even matter when Edge was the one to turn him away? “it… didn’t…wait, this is getting twisted around, you don’t understand!”

“What’s to understand? That you somehow got involved with that…person…and then dragged me and our shop in with it!” Blue heaved in a ragged breath, bursting out, “You should’ve known better from the start, this isn’t what we need!” He waved a hand at the bathroom, the opulent mirror fogged, the many showerheads pouring a wasteful waterfall down the drains. “All this flash and nonsense! We’ve always had each other, you and I, I always tried to teach you to be better and now you’ve brought this down on us!”

It was so unfair, Rus was near speechless, thick tears clogging in his throat and sockets. “it’s not like that!” he croaked. Then cringed at the scathing glare his brother sent towards him, and he’d never been so angry before, never, why…?

“Are you suggesting I imagined his tongue down your throat?” Blue said, so terribly cold and now the tears were burning, brimming threateningly, his soul pounding achingly with every word.

“no, but—”

“They’re criminals, all of them!” Blue snarled, “Every Monster here! Criminals! Stars only knows how much dust is on their hands!”

Rus couldn’t even protest that, he didn’t know, he could only dig for his own accusations, thin and shrill, “that didn’t stop you from making deals with them! your oh, so, important work tomorrow that you need to rest up for!”

“I am trying to get us out with our store and souls intact,” Blue said bitterly. “What sort of deal are you trying to make that involves spreading your knees? You’re so eager to be used up and tossed aside, I hope at least it pays well!”

Rus could only stare down at his brother in shock as tears welled in his sockets, spilling over in hot trails down his cheek bones, watching as Blue’s anger dimmed, remorse setting in, “Little brother, I—”

No. He couldn’t listen anymore, couldn’t stand here and hear his brother’s hatefulness. Rus closed his burning sockets and willed himself away.

The little breakroom downstairs was darkened and empty, all the gaiety of earlier drained away. Rus stumbled out of his shortcut over to a corner, sinking down to bury his face into his upraised knees, and if his thoughts were clouded earlier, now they were positively lost.

What was he supposed to do? His brother hated him right now and surely Blue would forgive him, (please, oh please), but a lifetime of trust between them was damaged by his foolish secrets, those bitter words still echoing in his skull. Used up, tossed aside, and he could hear Blaze’s crackling voice as he told him that once the Fells got sick of their toys, they broke them.

Idiot, careless, useless idiot, and that cold, inner voice wasn’t Blue, but their Pop, idiot, idiot, he always said, and it was true, wasn’t it. Here they were with everything they’d worked so hard for spiraling the drain and Rus was still caught up in the misty fantasy, letting it carry him along like a toy boat in a stream, only eventually the river would peter out and leave him stranded out alone in the vast ocean.

He couldn’t count on Edge to take care of him forever. He’d get sick of Rus eventually, probably soon. Once he figured out Rus wasn’t anything close to as interesting as he’d first thought, Edge would cast him aside, and the only question was whether it was before or after he and his brother kept their promises. Even if they did, were he and Blue going to be able to step back into their shop, work together as brothers without this hanging between them?

He didn’t know and Rus curled up tightly, muffling his sobs as he cried, and wishing desperately that he’d never sold Edge that first single red rose.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #mafia AU

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nodesiretogrowup · 5 years ago

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alrighty, let’s recap this bitch!

LAUNCHPAD! I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH! PLEASE COME BACK!

I looked up when National S’mores Day is (because I’m a nerd) and it is August 10. So either the photo later was mislabeled or, more likely, Launchpad got the wrong info

Huey with the little baby scouts is TOO CUTE!!

I wonder if Violet’s there. Probably not because she would have been hanging out with Huey if she was. Or this episode was meant to come before Challenge

It’s a baby beagle boy! I wonder if he’s there of his own will or if it is part of some plan

He scared away most of the kids! Now they won’t get to enjoy s’more-y goodness

His s’more sounds DOPE AF, though it probably would give you INSTANT DIABETES

“Aw, not even a modern robot.” MY SWEET SON!

I know it was the bully saying it, but Huey should chill a bit when it comes to doing things EXACTLY and PERFECTLY. It’s just gonna cause stress

BOYD IS BABY AND I LOVE HIM

“Would you like to be friends?” “Sure. Wow, that was easy.” If only it was always that easy

I don’t know if Huey has the JWG as memorized as he thinks, going by Challenge and Quack Pack

“We’re just kids.” “Definitely!” *uses laser eyes to light fire*

This episode does a good job showing what a trigger word/phrase is like, though I’m not sure if that was the intention

I like that a squirrel with a burnt tail scurries out of one of the trees. It’s the attention to detail that helps elevate this show

Instead of jumping out of the way or hiding Huey jumps straight onto Boyd to try and help him. Huey already sees Boyd as someone worth protecting

The kid that just runs across the screen while his hat is on fire is great

Not sure why they took the time to change before going to Gyro but whatever

BOYD IS ADORABLE AND I LOVE HIM

“I’m more than an intern, I’m a scientist.” I feel like this might be hinting at Fenton’s arc for the season, possibly wanting to be seen more as a scientist than a superhero

I’m gonna pretend that using sunglasses on someone who is shooting lasers out of their eyes is a Cyclops reference. And they look pretty dope too

At least Fenton knows when he is in over his head...this time

Gyro trying to climb up on the table to avoid Boyd was kind of funny. And then him protecting himself with Lil Bulb

“Which one?” Manny is DONE with this shit

“Boyd? What idiot called it that?” Even when he’s not there, Gyro can still burn Mark lol

I figured 2-BO was a reference to something but wasn’t sure what. Apparently it’s a bit of a play on the name of Astro Boy’s in-universe creator’s son. Neat

Huey stays in between Gyro and Boyd to protect Boyd

Fenton’s face cracks me up. There are NO THOUGHTS in this man’s head lol

“You were an intern like me?” “Nothing like you.” Damn Gyro, why so salty?

I don’t know why Fenton is so surprised that Gyro was an intern. I feel like that’s a pretty standard thing

LOVE IS STORED IN THE BOYD

It make me sad when Gyro mentions how many times Boyd’s core programing was altered. Poor baby doesn’t really get a say in what happens to him

“ROAD TRIP!” Huey, you do these kinds of things ALL THE TIME. I feel like he should be used to this by now

“YOU’RE not going. GIZMODUCK is.” Does Gyro see Fenton and Gizmoduck as separate entities or is this just a no, but yes type of joke?

Huey standing up for Boyd is so sweet. They barely know each other but Huey trusts him

When the episode doesn’t have the theme song you KNOW shit’s ‘bout to go down

I wonder who’s flying the plane. My guess is Launchpad because Della would have been cooing over Huey making a new friend and go into embarrassing mom mode. He probably went of on his own adventure or did tourist things like buying collectables. Or maybe Gyro flew them there. Who knows

As many people have said, the art direction and animation for this episode are BEAUTIFUL. I love the pink tint the lighting has in most of the episode

SAILOR MOON CONFIRMED CANON

I bet Mark Beaks is a Sailor Moon fan

I like that the in-universe Sailor Moon is a bunny because Usagi is Japanese for rabbit

I love that going incognito nowadays means you wear a hat, a hoodie, and sunglasses. Boyd looks good in red (though red is my favorite color so I might be biased)

Gyro-takes one step and the fuzz shows up. NOICE

I like detective lady. She has a cool design

Huey and Fenton are awful at acting casual

“Crimes?” Oh my sweet Hubert. I’m pretty sure most if not all of Scrooge’s employees have had run ins w/ The Law

Gyro is like, move I’m gay

“I’m here on a very important...field trip.” ALL THE KIDS NEED A GYRO FIELD TRIP LIKE HOW THE GAANG GOT ZUKO FIELD TRIPS

Lil Bulb said FUCK THE POLICE

I wonder what it actually says

Fenton just watches as the inspector chases Lil Bulb

Seriously though, Fenton does a bunch of silly stuff in the background and this episode warrants a rewatch SOLELY for him

How did Lil Bulb know where to find them? And how did he shake off the inspector? I want to see his little adventure

FOR SCIENCE!

“Blah!” *arm armor attaches* I want this joke to come back

Fenton and Huey INSTANTLY nerd out. I love them

Fenton being a Gyro fanboy is ADORABLE

“AH, DUST IN MY EYE! The dust of GENIUS!” What a dweeb lol

I like that Fenton keeps the arm on for the whole scene

Poor Boyd, he looks so scared

Huey going into protective big brother mode

Doofus continues to be equal parts hilarious and disturbing

Where are their parents? Like, someone should be looking after these kids! ESPECIALLY DOOFUS!

“Do you need a hug?” I SURE FUCKING DO

Mark is such a prick lol

“NO WAY, A ROBOT BOY! DREAMS DO COME TRUE!” YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT DREAM YOU COCKWAFFLE

SOMEONE HUG THIS CHILD! BECAUSE I CANNOT!

“Seems like the little guy’s had it tough.” MY POOR BABY

Lil Bulb gets SO PISSED he blew a fuse

You really shouldn’t have left them alone, Gyro

Why does Fenton automatically jump to superhero for Boyd? I mean the theme of the episode is letting Boyd choose who he wants to be so of course Fenton would have his own idea of what Boyd should be, but why go straight to superhero? Do you want superbros, Fenton?

Huey already realises this might be a bad idea, because he’s more concerned about Boyd as a person rather than Boyd as a machine

“IN RETROSPECT WE PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE USED THE FIRST HOLE” Fenton, you dumbass genius

Dr. Akita’s setup made me laugh. I DIED when he “enhanced” the image

I recognized the character on the chips though I don’t know their name. I’m more of a western animation fan, so many of the references probably flew pass me

BOOP

I also have a key on my laptop that flies off (it’s the u key)

I LOVE BABY GYRO! It’s so cool they went with his og look (minus the red hair) to show him younger

I LOVE THE OUTLAW COUPLE! SO COOL! SO HOT!

Huey is so DONE with Fenton

I love the stupid G pose he does. PLEASE HAVE HIM DO IT AGAIN. PREFERABLY WHEN DW IS NEARBY

Such a polite boy

“My bones are metal!” This line and Boyd’s catchphrase of “Hi, I’m Boyd/2-BO, a definitely real boy!” reminded me of Olaf. The end of the episode gives Boyd even MORE Olaf parallels

Gizmoduck sliding by those boxes was cool

How did Gizmoduck get himself unstuck from that alley?

I loved the double take the female outlaw does

Huey is TRAUMATIZED

I legit thought Boyd was gonna light the oil on fire the first time I watched and I was like that won’t help

“So, what do we do now?” “I...don’t know.” This is why you don’t leave babies alone to fight criminals

Boyd reminded me of Calculester from Monster Prom when he asked the lady to return the money

STOP LEAVING THE CHILDREN ALONE! THEY ARE BABIES! THEY AREN’T EVEN TEENS!

“Why do we always fight when we’re on vacation?” Because this is Ducktales and there is no such thing as a normal vacation

Lil Bulb just kicking his lil feet

The “lab” safety poster made me chuckle. Then I remembered Akita is also a dog and I laughed more

LITTLE BABY GYRO GRADUATING! My guess is his professor/dean/principal influenced him on a personal level and is partially the reason Boyd is a parrot

Lil Helper blueprints. Nice reference to the og series

Has anyone talked about the poster with the cogs and the dogman in old-timey clothes that says GIZMOS on it? I think it’s a Dr. Who reference

IDEALISTIC GYRO AND BOYD IS TOO CUTE!

How did he NOT notice the second hole in the wall?

That is a surplus of handcuffs. Do you think she uses them for...fun times?

“I’m just a guy! With very bruisable skin!”

Poor misunderstood Gyro inventions

Boyd just politely waves at everyone

Huey is WAY calmer than I would be if I got lost in an unfamiliar city

Boyd says FUCK WORK

I love Huey stimming. Really hope Disney will let them confirm in words that Huey is autistic

Is it more common for two kids to wonder around by themselves in Tokyo? Because as an American I find it super stressful and would want to find their parents so they could be safer

THE BUNNY! AND THEN THE KITTIES!

Do cats just take buses on their own in Tokyo?

CHERRY BLOSSOM TIME BITCHES

“And I know what you’re thinking, what about ninjas?” I am ALWAYS wondering about ninjas

I like that Huey finally has a friend who shares the same interests and doesn’t mind info dumps

“Boyd, I don’t think you’re a killer robot. You’re just a kid.” “Aw, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” T_T

I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD

I like Boyd’s motief

Akita is us after the quarantine

When he complained about being stiff I was like mood

I like his Green Goblin disc thingy

The other people don’t give a shit about Boyd just FLYING DOWN WITH HIS ROCKET FEET!

Gyro shows up *dramatic wind*

His tablet has a duckie on it. I wounder if they have a Mac/PC thing going on with Waddle and what brand the duckie represents

When the adults argue and Boyd gets all sad and scared I FELT THAT

Huey doing his best to keep Boyd calm and defend him SO PURE

OH GOD HELP THIS POOR CHILD!

HUEY IS A GOOD BOY AND A GOOD FRIEND

“Because of you I’ve become an outcast.” I feel like you did that to yourself

ANIME HAIR POOF

ngl, that shit was TERRIFYING

“You don’t have to do what Akita tells you. Do what I tell you.” So close

“INTERN! FIGHT BETTER!”

Huey must weigh NOTHING if Gyro can pick him up

Akita’s tail looks like a cinnamon roll

Huey always finding that hidden info

The gibberish Gyro says is great

BOYD SAYS IT BECAUSE GYRO TOLD HIM THAT!

THAT HUG!!!

HOW DARE AKITA HURT BABY GYRO AND SWEET BABY BOYD?!

PROTECTIVE PAPA GYRO

NEEEEERRRRRRRD FIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

“You’ll never invent anything worthwhile.” LIL BULB HAS ENTERED THE FIGHT

Are doggos recyclable?

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGS

Blue eyes=good robot

ANOTHER HUG

Be Only Yourself, Dude

I like that basically Gyro admitted that he was like Fenton if Fenton hadn’t had support

“That’s not technically how doctorites work, BUT I DON’T CARE!” Do you think Gyro doesn’t have his doctorate or do you think he assumed Fenton already had one?

“The hugging is a ‘just for today’ thing.” YOU CANNOT STOP THE HUG TRAIN!

“Leave. Now.”

Are they gonna go to the plane?

This season has been consistently knocking it out of the park! I’m a SLUT for backstory episodes, so I enjoyed this one a lot. I loved seeing Gyro when he had hope and faith in the world. It SUCKS that Akita took that away from him. Hopefully Gyro will see things slightly less cynical now. Fenton was a dweeb the whole episode and I love him for it. Boyd is SO SWEET AND PRECIOUS and in NO WAY deserved the treatment he got. I have a feeling there is more to Boyd’s creation/Dr.Akita that we’ll get later on. Huey was ADORABLE this episode. It’s really sweet to see him hangout with someone who gets him. Everyone deserves to have at least one friend like that. The fight scene was GORGEOUS! SO FLUID! I really loved this one and I hope we get more Team Science episodes because these characters play really well off each other.

#ducktales #dt spoilers #a bit later than normal but oh well

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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 5 years ago

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The Match Maker

TITLE: The Match Maker

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine not being able to have children for some reason. Perhaps Reader has dogs/cats/animals as their child(ren). Now, imagine readers most mischievous animal child getting Loki to meet reader.

(I need this. If the animal’s name is Loki, AND if written in the pet’s point of view)

Imagine being woken by an odd thumping noise, as of a falling body, coming from your living room in the middle of the night. When you go to investigate, you find a very perplexed Loki flat on his back on the floor, with your cat loafing on his chest, purring like a buzzsaw and giving you an incredibly proud look, as if to say, “Hi, human! Look what I caught for you!”

NOTES/WARNINGS: Manipulation. Manipulative relationship. A splash of angst. And a sprinkle of NSFW.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: thank you @cateyes315 for the help!

Summary: Gabriella has a family guardian that is determined to find her soulmate. Having a perfect match maker is not always desired because every deal has a catch.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

*FINALLY..Read the warnings. Once you agree you can handle it...

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

Loki begged. "With Gabriella's life extended I can court her properly. She will be able to handle birth. I will-"

Odin looked down on Loki. "All that matters to that Guardian is an heir. And by you not giving it one there will be no threat."

Loki's eyes watered as his heart thumped loudly in his chest. "I love her."

"Just a side effect of the curse. It will pass once she is out of your life."

Loki glared at his father. "I will do anything for her and there is NOTHING that will stop me!"

Odin smiled, "there is only one spell you can do without my permission."

Loki already knew which one because it was the one he refused to use.

<><><><>

Gabriella's heart hurt in a tangled mess of anger, betrayal, and sadness.

She had no control this entire time and her manipulative guardian knew the whole time.

When she woke her alarm was blaring its annoying song off the radio. She got ready in a daze and worked as best as she could. Everyone was distancing themselves from her once they all found out about her two week notice. It was days later and she did not see Loki. She prayed that she didn't just put in a notice for nothing.

As she laid on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her as she wiped tears away.

The manipulative guardian sat and watched her. "Is the fact Loki has not come to see you why you are so upset?"

Gabriella glared at Loki. "The fact I have news of a new deal and I have not been able to tell him."

He smiled, "well that's a shame really."

Gabriella jumped at her door being knocked on late at night.

She heard Loki call out her name thus moved her body in a swift way to open the door. She flung herself at him and he caught her in his tight embrace.

"I missed you." She missed his smell of spices and leather.

She was carried through the house to her bedroom.

As she was laid down she stared into his eyes with a hushed declaration. "I love you."

She watched as his smile grew.

"I love you too." Loki pushed hair away from her face and studied her. "Gabriella I know what we can do. That spell you liked. We need to use that one because the Alfather will not grant me permission to use another."

Gabriella got out his grasp and sat on the edge of the bed. Tears bubbled in her eyes. "We never had control. Loki knew the entire time. He controls how many children my family had. And if I extend my life it won't matter because after his nine lives are up he will die and I will too…"

Gabriella felt Loki pull her to him and trapped her in his arms. "What can we do?"

Gabriella sniffled. "If I give him ten years of my remaining life expectancy he will live long enough for well.. I guess until we have a child."

Loki sighed then nuzzled his nose into Gabriella's neck making her shudder.

"I will not leave our child defenseless."

"I have to give him 10 years."

"You will have plenty more years after the spell."

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I grumbled as they sat and talk.

Maybe they were too good a match.

Once in Asgard with totes of things Gabriella was given a room in Loki's hallway.

Gabriella gave me the 10 years of her life and when Loki set the area up for the bonding spell all three of us were called to the throne room.

Odin stared down at Loki. "You will use a spell that could put her life in danger?"

Loki's eyes narrowed. "It is the only one I could use."

"You would use it, knowing I did not approve? You could be punished."

"Yes I would."

Odin gestured to the doors and guards opened it. I looked around and saw the notorious golden apple.

Odin looked to me. "While I do not approve of this relationship, mostly due to you, I will not put a family member in danger, especially my grandchild and potential heir to the throne. Under no circumstances will you have the child. They will be trained from birth to wield their power. The contract will be broken."

I glared at the king due to not being able to do much else.

Gabriella took the apple handed to her.

Odin stared at Gabriella. "This apple will make you an Asgardian. The more you eat the stronger you will be. I warn you it will hurt."

Gabriella looked to Loki who nodded.

I watched as Gabriella ate as much as she could and even when I felt the pain, she kept eating the apple.

We were both cared for while Gabriella recovered but the pain was outstandingly unbearable. I knew she was in more pain than me.

Due to the contract to keep her alive, I was only taking the pain she could have died from.

<><><><>

It was sicking how sweet they were to each other. I had to follow Gabriella wherever she wanted so after the recovery and Gabriella was able to move around she was put in study classes to help her learn all of the parts of being royalty. Loki would help her near constantly, especially with the dances. He would help her how to read when they would study spells one of her classes taught her.

Most of the courting years carried on with lessons.

Loki was always the gentleman and treated Gabriella like a delicate flower.

However, when Gabriella began to beg him for help in her battle skills he began to treat her a little less like a fragile thing.

I was treated with care and respect because Gabriella had ordered it. Some understood that without me, their Prince would not be so happy but the others… Well they despised me because they all knew my plan to take the child.

The damn contract was threatened considerably because all of Asgard was planning how to end it. Though I kept the secret as to when they reach maturity is the first chance I will get.

And then the big wedding night…

They could not keep their eyes off the other and danced constantly.

When it was time to consummate the marriage I stayed in Gabriella's room while they all but ran to Loki's with giggles and excited smiles.

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Gabriella was nervous when she was in Loki's chambers.

She has waited a little over 40 years for this moment, for this chance. For her one purpose in her life.

She looked at Loki who stood just a foot from herself. His hand extended out and she instantly gave him her hand which prompted him to pull themselves together. His hand slid up her arm and to her cheek that held her gently. Her hands went to his shoulders to give herself some leverage for her weak knees.

"I love you."

His declaration made her skin tingle and as she parroted his words they leaned for the other.

Their lips met for the first time and electric ran through her body. A sound escaped from her as a sound from him made it feel as if a strong magnet was pulling her to him. They kissed as much as they could while undressing. Loki lifted her and carried her to the center of his massive bed. She felt weightless in his grasp and loved as she was gently placed on the bed.

His mouth never left her body while the only thing she was able to do was let sounds carry through the room as encouragement.

Nearly out of breath she called his name and he finally crawled up her body and placed a kiss on her lips. She tasted herself in that kiss, moaning once again but with the thoughts of what his tongue did to her. She eagerly parted her legs wider to allow him to take his place. She has never known anything to be inside her until this moment. However, the electric coursing through her made it highly pleasurable to be connected to him in such a way.

The beautiful praise Loki gave her made the tingling feeling intensify.

Gabriella noticed how her sounds and her words made him groan softly into her neck, seeming to have an effect on him as well.

Gabriella's fingers ran down his back and then her fingers dug into his hips for further encouragement. She rocked her body in time with his as if this was the millionth time of making love.

Their first night together put a large amount of time into their lifetime as partners.

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I really wished I could roll my eyes at the attempts to keep me away from Gabriella once she became pregnant.

With how much the two disappeared it did NOT take long for Gabriella to become pregnant thus a rush for gathering the best teachers from most of the other realms. Lessons for the baby started even while still in the womb. Gabriella would read spells out loud for the little one to hear.

I sat on the table as Gabriella went over protection spells with Loki, especially the one to break the contract. Gabriella paused in reading and held the large baby bump. I knew instantly it was time for me to meet the next family member.

Once the infant was born my form changed to a hawk...but I had no name.

The contract was not broken but I knew then it would be in the future.

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I spent more time than I thought I would with the child. She loved to watch me Fly, played with my feathers with gentle hands, and she gave me the name,

"Flyn!"

I swooped down onto her arm. "I got your favorite fish Valentina."

She smiled as she poked my beak, "I know silly. I got the fire ready!"

I mumbled, "You are just like your mother."

"Well she IS my mother."

I tapped Valentina on the head with my wing.

She giggled as she sat down and I stood on a log nearby. As she prepared the fish I listened to the surrounding area.

"Ya know Flyn… I have been thinking about what is going to happen to you once I break the contract."

"I will probably revert back to my spiritual form."

"What if I want you to stay my friend? Will we still talk?"

"Probably not. I have been your family's guardian for too many years. It was the contract that kept me here so long."

Silence took its place but I could see signs of Loki in Valentina's thoughtful expression.

She stared into the fire as she slowly asked, "what if I made a contract with you to be my friend? Ya know… not a matchmaker but to be my friend."

"What do I get out of it?"

She smiled brightly. "My awesome company and someone to make you food."

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When the time came for the contract to be broken Valentina gave me the option for her own contract but I accepted. However I did not stop trying to be a matchmaker.

I pointed my wing at a good looking boy. "What about that one over there? They are good looking. Oooo they looked at you with a smile!"

Valentine groaned, "How did you pick the past soulmates? You are terrible at this."

"I am not."

She drawled. "Right…" She lifted her shoulder with me on it. "Maybe it is because you aren't trying to make a super baby to take over their body."

I scoffed. "You are never going to let that go are you?"

"Nope."

<><><><>

Loki watched his daughter walk through the busy streets and into the wilderness.

A gentle hand rested on his. "Valentina will be fine. Lok-Flyn with keep her safe."

Loki smiled at Gabriella. "Still getting used to the name change?"

"I have known him by your name all my life." Gabriella pulled Loki inside to their bedroom. "Now then… let's try to have another child."

#brightsun-and-darkmidnight #the match maker #loki #chapter 2

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talesfromacrip · 5 years ago

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some thoughts:

I don’t feel well some days. I feel so lost.. I’m starting to disassociate again at times and it doesn’t help. I start feeling absolutely worthless, sad, frustrated. emotional whirlpool alert so fucking overwhelmed nowadays and I act like nothing is going on sometimes bc I hide shit easily. I shouldn’t and I know, but it’s so damn repetitive. like a fucking carousel of absolute madness and I got a one way ticket to ride

there is so much chaos going on; everyday and I hate that I cannot do anything about it. I can, but not to the extent I’d like

feel so useless

sure, I can help in some ways, but not as much as I’d like and it irritates me. my internalized ableism has kicked in at a high bc of all this shit. I cannot stand it and myself in the process. I do to an extent, but holy fucking shit

all the dreams I’ve been having, snarky comments, yelling, drama. I’m, tired of it. I want out but I can’t even go o u t or get much less. I feel trapped. not only in my own house, but own my damn body

can’t go anywhere and I honestly don’t know if I ever will now. so damn tired and sick of this shit, but I won’t say it until my kettle squeals and what do ya know.. it did

I have to put up with some silly ass shit everyday. all the darn time

it’s just, annoyingly difficult to handle and adds more to my stress.. it is what it is though ya know. I hate saying that but idrk how to replace that without sounding like an ass

———

I’m concerned about Jolene and her eyes. she needs surgery for her cataracts and it’s really fucking expensive. like, 3 to 5 thousand big. We might be able to do one, but we don’t really know for sure yet. lots of smaller issues have been coming up and it gets in the way.

we can’t continue buying her eye drops forever. it could either do nothing much in the end or ruin her eyes completely. don’t want that for her at all.

I’m not stable enough to handle the death of another dog if something bad was to happen to her. we barely lost malibu in february and that wasn’t long ago. feels like years now as I write this tbh. It hurt my parents so much as well and they still feel it.

———

I love my little family a lot and all, but sometimes it’s, alright. has it’s, moments ya know. I’m thankful that we’re getting along with each other more (er trying) than years before though.

There’s not much yelling or anything, but there are still those days that just, happen. Can’t be helped in the environment I live in. drains my battery so much. I just don’t know what to do sometimes anymore. I do, but I cannot act on them. I can talk, but that could lead to some hard times

sucks, yeah,but ya gotta put up with it or I do at least till whatever time I’m free from here. which I don’t think is ever,but we’ll see

I’ve been teaching them about ableism, occasionally how I’ve dealt with it and the internalized ableism that followed me and still does when I can. My dad is all for this,but he still messes up when he has a dumb fit. My mom still struggles about the whole thing at times. It’s not her fault. she is at least learning and trying too which I’m pretty glad about. occasionally though, I just don’t know if it’ll fully happen, but it is slowly. counts

I have to calmly deal though obviously, even if the comments set me straight off and give me the biggest migraine to date. also, intense jaw pain at times bc I don’t want to start yelling or crying. so I just clench and try to cam down my breathing so I don’t go full freak mode.

Shit like, who did this? you smoke too much, it’s all in your head. you and that word. do you think someone else will deal with this? why don’t you just leave then if you don’t like it here.. blah, blah. The usual parrot babble I’ve always heard growing up and shit.

This is the reason why I don’t want anyone to know much about my parents in the first place and how they really are. Eventually they’re gonna, but holy fuck.. it’s, just not a fun experience/time I tell ya. embarrassing

when I do, it just, gets worse it seems. No one is gonna want to deal with me or my parents. I can barely deal with myself at times. ugh. mostly my parents or maybe me? both?? I don’t even know for sure. that’s how razzled i am about thissss

I’m gonna end up by myself and die alone by myself as the kids say. I’m probably not but who fucking knows.

I’ve meet people like that towards me though?? I’m affected by it and it hurts. Trying to deal. working but it gets to me on some days as some other problems do.

what if they act the same way she does, them?? then what am I supposed to do? maybe they won’t? sigh, I don’t know anymore. I do, but I don’t want to dwell on it so much. sigh

———

I’m sorry if it seems like I’m being an asshole lately these past few weeks, months, years? weeks though

I’ve been pretty stressed for awhile as I’ve said probably a million times and I’m trying my b e s t to hold it in, but it’s just been spilling out occasionally

I’ve noticed at times even if some have and I’m so sorry..

it’s difficult to bring up these issues and I don’t want to ruin anyone’s day ya know. even though it’s good too, say how you feel. I just struggle with it like an ass clown at times from how overwhelming it can be at times.

doesn’t seem like it bc I’m g o o d at hiding my ‘motions.

I’m or was, am? at my limit

I’m trying to "hold it together" which bugs me even more, but what can I do? obviously tell someone like I said, but i don’t like dumping my problems on people; especially now and idk how to really talk about it without me soundin.. u p s e t. it’s been constant though and I’m struggling. Trying though

I always have to though; keep it together, so everyone else doesn’t feel so down like they do with their issues. it’s such a tiresome thing, but I don’t like them being sad. I know they don’t like me either and I neglect that at times.

I’m tense about things and I just, can’t bother anyone to explain much bc everyone is "so busy" even during this time bc they have better things to do, but who knows.

I don’t want to bother anyone with my internalized ableism problems as always.. they’re getting a bit worse, the hell am I gonna do?

they can’t do anything anyway and it’s not anyone’s fault. i know they want too, but what is there to do?

idk, I just don’t want to continue brushing it off or lying about how I’m feeling and I do. Trying as much as I can to not be like that though. glad to have some reassurance in this as well.

#therapy journal #disability #disabled post #some thoughts #myehhh

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helloamhere · 5 years ago

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Ahhh, you are so kind for doing this! I´m super stressed out at the moment since my country is on lockdown but I still have to go to work (hoping for home office tomorrow), hope you are better over there. I would love to chat about my fave fic of yours - the fic of bad feelings. Will Zayn, Harry and Louis ever get a pet together? I remember a line in of the snippets about Harry&Zayn not getting a dog because Louis is allergic, so maybe they get a cat?

Hey beautiful – I am so sorry that you are having to feel this divergence with the lockdown in place and yet being one of the people still going to work. That’s real. My public health worker & healthcare family has helped me a little—because they’re still going to work–and they’re pointing out that as much as we are all in this together, those of us who can stay home are helping to protect those of us who can’t. I hope that you get the home office really soon–but if not, I hope that you know how many of us are at home right now and instead of this making you feel different, it can make you feel like you have this enormous team of people behind you, cheering for you, trying to keep you safe. The people who are doing their best and still need to work are heroes.

Ooooooooooh this is such a good question, hmmm, let me think. In THE FIC OF BAD FEELINGS, I don’t think that they are going to get a cat because I think that Louis and Zayn both like to pretend that they are incredibly commitmentphobic which is especially funny for people who are nonetheless committed to not just one but two people, and besides it gives Zayn some anxiety to feel like he can’t travel because he has an animal to look after. “What about just a very small cat,” Harry argues. “A VERY SMALL ONE BRINGS THE SAME BURDEN OF CARE,” Louis yells, from where he’s hanging off the couch with his feet in Zayn’s lap. Harry pulls up pictures of kittens and they all make aww noises but he’s distracted when they flip on a bunch of live zoo cams and go on a quest to find the strangest live cam that they can. That London live-cam of fatberg wins by a mile. They make gin and tonics and fall asleep with a baby orangutan cam on.

But I DO THINK that they would one day be wandering through a norcal Renaissance faire (this, on Zayn’s initiative, because he is such a nerd for these things, and has a whole thing, an outfit and an actual real sword and friends there, and Harry and Louis support it to an embarrassing degree, they have bought hats for the occasion). And after they get very taken by the jousting displays and debate whether they could store an Irish Cob horse in their San Francisco garage (Louis has moved in with Harry and Zayn at this point, something he still feels a little weird about, taking up space is still a little difficult), they encounter a very nice Elven lady who is selling elf ears (made of wires), and she has a pet parrot on her shoulder and Harry wants one, he wants one extremely much. Louis buys them all elf ears and they all wear them the rest of the day while arguing about the fact that parrots are 1) excessively like having a toddler that could live for ninety years and 2) Harry likes to do brunches for three hours every single Sunday and what would the parrot get up to when they are gone, huh? Like this, they head home, where Louis discovers that Harry and Zayn have secretly commissioned with one of their friends to do some secret handyman building on their bedroom which had previously had only a single bureau in it, and they have new furniture in it, double the size, they’ve broadened out the closet for him too, and he is so overcome by the sweetness of it that he has to sit down on the floor of the bedroom and just kind of stare at his extremely silly Renaissance hat for a while.

So he gets Harry and Zayn (and himself) three parakeets, an appropriate triad, who live in a very giant cage in the living room sometimes, and sometimes all in a row on Harry’s shoulder. They are very cute.

#the fic of bad feelings #ask #quarantine fic discussion #love to you anon #stay strong stay brave #we are all here with you

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lemonadeswift · 6 years ago

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Hey, can you do a drabble with Luca & Chris surprising Seb on his birthday? (Or the other way round if that's what inspires you?!)

Luca Age 3: Birthday Surprise

A/N: sorry this was supposed to be written so long ago but school got in the way! Hope you enjoy it anyway! ❤️❤️❤�� @katiew1973

“Papa!” Luca said. He ran into the room on short legs and Chris turned to grin at him. Having a child was the best choice he ever made he loved being a dad. Luca’s little smile lit up his entire day. Today though, things were about to get even more exciting. It was Sebastian’s birthday and on top of that they’d been paired with a baby girl who was ready for adoption. She had a congenital heart defect and had been born prematurely before being put up for adoption. She was absolutely adorable and everything they’d been hoping for and more. She’d be ready to come home in the next three weeks and he’d be sharing the news with Sebastian and Luca tonight as an extra part of the birthday surprise.

“Look!” Luca held up a drawing of a pirate ship with stick figures and a scribble that Chris thought was supposed to be a parrot maybe, it was red, blue, and yellow and had an eye and was on the stick pirates shoulder so that’s what he was assuming. Above the pirate and the ship and ocean was a rainbow, and above that amid a litany of glitter hearts and stars were the words “Happy Birthday Daddy!” With the B, capital D, Y’s and one of the p’s written backwards. They were still working on writing. But it was still beautiful and Chris told Luca so.

“Oh Luca! Look at that, it’s beautiful. Daddy is going to love it!”

“Because you said he was a pirate now!”

“Yes, he is playing a pirate in his new movie. You’re right. I bet he’s gonna love it, do you want me to put it with the gifts?”

“Yes please,” Luca said, Chris bent down to pick him up, sweeping him into his arms and kissing his cheek before letting him back down. Luca laughed happily,

“Papa! You’re so silly!”

“I’m silly? Why am I silly?”

“Because you are!” Luca laughed harder. Chris didn’t know what was so funny but he’d amuse the kid.

“Whatever you say, do you want to help me make daddy’s cake?”

“I thought grandma was going to make it,”

“She is, she’s making one for the celebration tomorrow, but we are gonna celebrate tonight too,” tomorrow’s celebration was more a “congrats on the baby/baby shower” celebration than birthday but neither one of them knew that yet.

“Okay,” Luca agreed going to grab his stool from under the table that he’d pull up to the counter during cooking endeavors. They proceeded to make a rich and moist vanilla sponge cake with homemade strawberry frosting. He let Luca help with writing the words “happy birthday” in red frosting across the cake and again a few letters were backwards, but it was made with love. As Chris turned to begin cleaning Luca got it into his own mind that the cake wasn’t decorated enough yet and grabbed some sprinkles from the cabinet. He opened the bottle with little fuss and then proceeded to dump the entire thing on the cake. Chris turned around after he’d finished cleaning. His eyes widening at the rainbow sprinkle mess that had just been made of the cake. Luca was grinning happily though as he took a spook and spread the sprinkles out. Smearing the lettering they’d just done in the process. After a moment of shock Chris couldn’t help but reach down and ruffle Luca’s hair.

“Next time ask first okay bud?” He told him. Luca looked up, confused,

“The sprinkles?” Chris clarified”

“Oh, okay, sorry papa.”

“It’s okay love,” Chris reassured him. After the cake was finished they covered it with tin foil and set it to rest at the back of the counter. It was now time to wrap presents. Chris had gotten a few things for Sebastian. The most notable a new phone since the dumbass, (lovable dumbass of course) had dropped his in the toilet for the third time in the past two years. The second and third gifts were clothing items that he’d seen Sebastian eyeing but in the end Sebastian had talked himself out of buying them. Saying it was ridiculous to spend that much on a shirt and blazer. The first was a corduroy blazer in a soft slate grayish blue. It matched Sebastian’s eyes and it was embroidered with white roses on the lapels. It was PRADA, and had been a pretty penny but Chris didn’t mind. The second item was a soft silk dress shirt in a dark Burgundy, Sebastian had been attracted to the patterns on the brown and tan buttons along with the feel of the fabric. It was quite simple but Chris knew Sebastian would look absolutely dashing in it whatever he decided to wear it with. The fourth item was the adoption papers, they were in and envelope underneath a white box that held a soft pink baby bear with a white heart nose, “baby girl” had been embroidered on its chest and Chris hoped Sebastian would end up connecting the gift before looking at the papers. Luca had gotten Sebastian two things. The first was a nice silk tie. The fabric was nice, Chinese silk, but the pattern was quite atrocious if Chris did say so himself. It had been the one Luca had insisted on though and he knew Sebastian would wear it no matter what. So he’d bought it. It was a lime green and blue tie with Japanese style tattoo embroidered art on it, the waves were varying shades of blue, green and grey while the koi fish jumping from them were purple, aqua, and yellow. The second gift Luca had picked out was a drone. Something that both he and Sebastian could build and play with together. With help, Luca managed to wrap his two gifts while Chris wrapped his two. Taking the third one into his room to wrap in secret while Luca went down stairs and played. It was nearing 4:45 when the doorbell sounded through the house and Luca’s footsteps came bounding up the stairs. Sebastian must have forgotten his house keys since he was ringing the doorbell.

“Daddy’s home!” Luca whisper shouted as he ran into the room.

“I know! Let’s go say hi!” Chris said as he hurried out of the room with Luca.

“Shh Dodger, no,” Luca patted the dog on his head as he bounced around excitedly at the door. Chris was the one to open it to reveal Sebastian. Sebastian smiled sheepishly,

“Forgot my house keys,” he said, Luca just grinned. Throwing himself at Sebastian with full force,

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!” He shouted. Sebastian jumped a little startled. In all honesty he’d forgotten it was his birthday until this exact moment. After Chris had mentioned it that morning it had flown from his mind. He hauled Luca up into his arms with a grin and kissed him on the cheek,

“Oh thank you bean,” he kissed his forehead before finally letting him squirm down.

“Can we do presents?” Luca asked. Chris smiled, nodding an okay and Luca was off again.

“Daddy! Come on!” He called behind him. Dodger scampered after him as well. Chris took a moment to grab Sebastian’s wrist to pull him into a kiss before he could follow Luca. Sebastian hummed into Chris’s lips.

“Happy Birthday Baby,” Chris said, their heads close. A quiet moment between them.

“Thank you,” Sebastian said. A grin on his face that caused his eyes to crinkle. 40 looked damn good on him, Chris thought.

“DADDY!” Luca called again. Sebastian gave a light chuckle. “We should go,” he said, grabbing Chris’s hand and leading him to the living room.

Luca sat on the couch, the small pile presents around him. Sebastian’s eyes widened. There were six presents in total. It was as if it was Christmas. He’d never gotten this many presents for a birthday. Luca was grinning as he held out a crudely wrapped slim box to him.

“Open mine first!!!” Sebastian smiled sweetly as he sat down next to Luca taking the present, Chris taking the other side of Luca. He began to tear the insanely taped paper off slowly.

“Faster!” Luca said with a roll of his eyes. Sebastian laughed, finally just ripping off the paper to reveal the box.

“You got me a box! I love it!” He leaned over to hug Luca who was laughing,

“No daddy! You’re so silly! Open the box!” He continued to giggle,

“Oh! Okay, that makes sense,” Sebastian opened the box to reveal the loud looking tie. His eyebrows rose as he looked at Chris with a quirk of his lips,

“Do you like it?” Luca asked impatiently, Sebastian plastered on a wide grin, because of course he loved it, his little boy had picked it out for him,

“I love it! It’s gonna be my new favorite tie, I’m going to wear it to the movie premiere I’m going to next week,” Chris’s eyes widened at that one but he shrugged to himself, Luca jumped into Sebastian’s lap and hugged him tightly,

“I give you one more,” Luca said, detangling himself from Sebastian’s hold and push the second bigger gift onto his lap. This time Sebastian opened it faster, his eyes lighting up at what he saw,

“Oh Luca, I love it so much! We’re gonna have so much fun with this. It’s a drone! It’s just like your remote control Hummer but it flies!” Luca giggled and plonked into Sebastian’s lap. Sebastian smiled down at him, he ruffled his hair and bent down enough to kiss his cheek,

“Thank you buddy, I love my gifts!”

“YAY! Now it’s Papa’s turn!”

“What about your artwork?” Chris asked him. Luca’s eyes widened.

“I almost forgets!” Luca jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen. He grabbed the artwork from where it was on the table and then ran back. Quick, clomping sounds as he put too much weight into his steps get closer to the living room. Luca jumped back onto Sebastian who gave a loud “oomph” at the sudden weight hitting him full force.

“Here!” Luca holds up the picture to Sebastian and Sebastian takes it. On the page is a human figure with arms coming out of their head. It’s clearly a pirate on a boat with a rainbow behind him. At the bottom “happy birthday daddy ❤️” was crudely written in Luca’s hand. Sebastian beamed over at a smiling Luca.

“Oh wow! I love it! You are so talented bean! This is amazing! Is that me?”

“Yes! You a pirate!”

“I’m a pirate? Is that a parrot on my shoulder?”

“Yes!” Luca exclaims. Clapping. Happy that his dad understood.

“Oh I love it so much!” He kissed Luca’s cheek again. “I’m going to hang it in my trailer at work!”

Luca giggled as he slid off Sebastian’s lap.

“Papa go!!!”

“Okay, papa’s turn.”

Sebastian smiled over at Chris who was now waiting with gifts in his hands. He handed Sebastian two shiny black boxes that were tied together with a silver ribbon first, Sebastian gently pulled the ribbon away before opening the boxes, he gasped a little when he saw the first thing, the PRADA blazer was pressed and folded neatly in the box.

“You didn’t!”

“Hey, you’ll look amazing in it, even if you only wear it once,” Sebastian couldn’t help but grin as his hands fingered the embroidered roses on the lapels.

“Daddyyy.... hurry up!” Luca said. Sebastian laughed as he finally closed the first box, moving onto the second.

“Wow,” Sebastian said as he pulled the shirt out of the box, holding it up and getting the full effect of the way the light danced off the silky fabric.

“Do you like it?” Chris asked nervously,

“I love it.” Sebastian smiled. Before he could say anymore Luca was shoving a smaller box into his lap.

“Okay okay,” He said, folding back up the shirt and taking the small box. “Would you like to help me?” He asked the eager looking boy. He smiled as he barely got the sentence out before Luca’s little hands were tearing at the paper excitedly.

“Daddy! Look!” It was a new iPhone. Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh as he turned the box around.

“Thanks babe,” he said to Chris. Chris just grinned as he smiled goofily. “Well you wouldn’t have gotten one yourself for another week or two if I hadn’t gotten it for you now,”

“Hey it’s not my fault I’m busy,” Chris just rolled his eyes back at Sebastian.

“But it is your fault that you refuse to just buy one online,”

“Hey some people still like to go to stores for things!” Sebastian said back.

Luca immediately took an interest in the phone and had unboxed it and began tapping on it.

“Daddy it won’t turn on.”

“Oh No you don’t, that’s Daddy’s phone, I’ve gotta set it up first anyway!” Luca made a distressed little whining sound when Sebastian took it out of his hands. His little bottom lip sticking out as he looked up at Sebastian.

“Hey, no none of that, you have a kindle,”

“But I drops it.”

“Yes, the screen is a little cracked but you can still use it just fine for now.” Luca continued to pout. Sebastian only smiled at him. Coming closer to the pouting toddler on the couch with squirming fingers.

“Hey, no pouting. It’s my birthday. Only happy faces!” He then tickled Luca’s sides. Poking him in the tummy lightly and making him squirm and laugh.

“Daddy!” Luca shrieked. Sebastian leaned down and kissed his forehead again before he let him wiggle out of his arms.

“I’ve got one more for you,” Chris said, he had left and returned with one last box and an envelope. He held them out to Sebastian and Sebastian raised an eyebrow. The box wasn't wrapped like the others and the envelope was an odd wrapping choice. Chris was smiling though. "Open the box first," he told him.

Sebastian did as asked. Slowly taking the lid off the plain white box. He carefully removed the tissue paper. Luca hanging over his arm and peering curiously on, the paper removed to reveal a tiny soft pink bear. The bear read "Baby Girl" Sebastian furrowed his brows together at first he was very confused. Chris stood there waiting for him to get it with a wide grin on his face. Suddenly, Sebastian's face changed and he dropped the bear back into his lap. His hands coming to cup his mouth, eyes wide.

"Oh my god," he said. His voice coming out high pitched. Chris grinned wider if it was possible. "No way..." Chris nodded rapidly as he came forward kneeling down in front of where Sebastian was sitting and taking his hands.

"Oh my god..." He said again, "Are you serious? A baby girl? When? How long have you known?!"

"About two weeks now. She's so little Seb, she just got out of the NICU, she's got a congenital heart defect and she's with foster parents right now. But she doesn't have anyone. She doesn't even have a name. Her mom left the hospital in the middle of the night with a note terminating her parental rights. She didn't even look at the baby or name them before running away. She was a drug addict but.... But the social worker called and told me she had this little baby who would be perfect for us, and oh my god, she's so beautiful... We get to meet her and take her home next week." Sebastian's eyes widened again.

"NEXT WEEK?!" He practically shrieked.

"Yes, it's okay, don't freak out, I've already started the nursery. It's my old office, I'm gonna move my stuff to the basement for now."

"Oh my god..." Sebastian was still overwhelmed. He leaned in and hugged Chris. Chris hugged him back tightly.

"A baby girl... A daughter..."

"Daddy, Daddy... Daddyyyyyy!!!!” Luca was smacking Sebastian lightly trying to get his attention. Finally Sebastian looked over at him, wiping his eyes,

"Daddy whats wrong?" Sebastian reached forward picking up Luca and setting him on his lap.

"Oh my sweet boy, nothings wrong, you're gonna be a big brother!"

"What?" Luca looked very confused. His little mouth pulled into a frown.

"Well, you know how we adopted you when you were a baby? There's another baby girl just like you who needs parents to love her and take care of her and they have chosen us to be those parents! Remember when that lady who was a social worker came and you had to clean your room and answer questions about how Papa and I took care of you?" Luca nodded.

"That was to see if we were fit to bring another baby into our family, and we passed! We're going to get another baby, you're going to be a big brother!"

"Big bwother... I get a little sister?"

"Yeah buddy. You get a little sister..."

Luca threw his hands up in the air in excitement, "Yay! I'm gonna be a big bwother!!!"

"Yes you are,"

Luca threw himself into both Sebastian and Chris’s holds. They both hugged him tightly ruffling his hair.

“Daddy can I draw her a picture and can she have Luna?” Luna was a stuffed bat that Luca had gotten when he was a baby and had been a favorite of his up until recently when he’d asked to put the bat in the keepsake box.

“Of course you can draw her a picture I bet she’d like it. And you’re so sweet to want to share your toys. She might be a little young for the toy at first but you can share her later.” Chris told him.

“Okay!” Luca pushes off of them and ran out of the room presumably to go start on a drawing.

“We have to go shopping. We have to get things for her. She’s going to be here next week! How do we even take care of her. I know nothing about heart defects, what if we mess up?!” Suddenly Sebastian began breathing rapidly on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Hey, Hey, it’s okay... calm down. We can do this. We have each other they promised me it was a very manageable condition with proper care and they said the care was pretty simple. They’ll show us before we get her.” Chris ran his hands up and down his arms to soothe him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying and freaking out. Really, I’m so excited. This is... this is a dream. This whole thing. You, Luca, this family... God... I really am... so happy.” Chris hugged him tightly and Sebastian held onto him. They pulled away enough to press their foreheads together.

“I hope I didn’t freak you out too much, I thought this would be a good birthday surprise,”

“It is, it is, I promise. Thank you...”

“Happy birthday baby...” Sebastian melted into the soft kiss Chris placed into his lips. When he pulled away Chris’s breath was taken out of him. Sebastian’s big blue eyes stared back into his. His face was slightly flushed and he looked beyond gorgeous, a soft glow basked over his face from the window behind Chris making him look otherworldly.

“Can’t wait to get you alone tonight.” Sebastian said quietly between them. Chris’s soft grin turned wild and hungry in a split second as he remembered the other gift he’d bought for them to try out.

“Oh really?” Chris asked in mock surprise. Sebastian smirked back at him, he took Chris’s hand and guided it into the waistband of his pants. Chris’s eyes widened as he felt the lacy texture of panties meet his fingers. He tried to get a full grab of Sebastian’s crotch but Sebastian was pulling his hand out before he could and Chris was left hanging on a gasp.

“But it’s not my birthday.”

“I know, but I know how much you like them anyway. And I’m also becoming fond of them. Even in everyday life. Hence why I’m wearing them now.” Chris groaned. That was so hot. Sebastian was SO hot.

“I love you,”

“I love you too sweetheart....”

“Let’s finish celebrating with family time so we can get to some grown up time later...” Chris grinned again. This time grasping one of Sebastian’s asscheeks over his clothes and giving it a little smack. Sebastian let out a tiny shriek before laughing at himself and calling out to Luca.

“Luc! It’s time for cake. Do you want some!”

“Caaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkeeeeeee!!!!!” Luca ran into the room screaming a moment later. He jumped back into Sebastian who caught him and kissed his forehead.

“Happy birthday Daddy! I wuv you...”

“I love you too bean... so much!”

#luca evans #ymmly series

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dontreadthistrashgarbage · 6 years ago

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G o t 7 au pt.1

(((((AU where Got7 never debuted. Each member took on other roles mostly still in the music world.)))))

Jackson had invited JB over to meet his new puppy. It was apparent just by viewing the apartment that Jackson had gone to so.e lengths to control the red heeler puppy that was currently occupied chewing on a bone. One wouldn't realize from this snapshot that Jackson was overwhelmed and had been largely unprepared for the terror that this dog had turned out to be. He had met s dog of the same breed when visiting his brother, rugby player in Australia and had fallen in love. Despite being cautioned he thought he could do it.

He was wrong.

JB was overwhelmed and while he liked MinNao well enough, she was quite a handful. Jackson had turned on the tv to one of the music programs airing.

"There's a group that uses a dog in their comebacks." Jackson said excitedly.

"Oh yeah?" JB asked, lounging comfortably on the couch next to his friend.

"Yeah, it's cool, I thought Min could be like that too." He continued, "Have you heard of HEET?"

"Yeah, that's Byoungjin's and Minhwan's group." JB said, squinting his eyes as he remembered the two young trainees that had previously been with JYPE before he stopped being a trainee.

"Yeah that's them. Their mascot is a samoyed and this famous trainer works with them. Oh look! Look! They're on now!" Jackson pointed and leaned forward enthusiastically.

JB sat up to see better, watching the performance. Sure enough a fluffy white dog, was part of the performance. Even her shirt style matched the concept of the rest of the group. She wasn't out with them the entire time but had a role in the chorus as well as the finale where she ran out, jumped off one members back into another members arms and posed with them.

JB grinned as Jackson clapped and laughed, "Isn't that cool!"

"Yeah that's really good. That must be really hard." JB was impressed, "That's a cute dog."

"I'm gonna hire that trainer." Jackson said matter of factly. JB raised his eyebrows, looking over at his friend questioningly, "I am! Minhwan is the leader of HEET. He put me in contact with her. Once this comeback wraps up she said she'd meet with me."

JB shrugged and leaned back, "You'll need all the help you can get with that monster."

Almost on cue Jackson looked over to see that Min had decided to switch from her bone to one of his shoes. "YA! What are you doing?" He jumped up and she immediately went into a play bow then took off running, Jackson hot on her heels. JB watched, his mouth stretched in a line and eyebrows raised before turning back to the TV to see the next act.

JB was awoken by his phone ringing early in the morning. Seeing it was Jackson he almost ignored it but given the odd hour he decided to answer.

"Hello."

"Hyung." JB blinked as Jackson whined out the word.

"What do you need." JB sighed as he struggled to wake up more fully.

"Hyung can you come over and watch MinNao for a couple days?" Jackson pleaded.

"Watch... Min." JB was speechless. He absolutely did not want to do this.

"Hyung please. Jinyoung and Mark and filming right now and Youngjae is out of town. My grandma is sick, I need to see her." Jackson sounded genuinely desperate.

"Ahh... just a few days?" JB clarified rubbing his face.

"Yes yes please!" Jackson now sounded hopeful.

"Yeah, I guess I can." JB sighed, flopping back onto the bed.

"Hyung thank you! I'll buy you something delicious when I get back! Whatever you want." Jackson promised.

"I'll make it worth my while." JB threatened lightly.

"Oh, the trainer is coming this week too, I dont want to cancel with her, can you meet with her for me?" Jackson added almost as an afterthought. JB hesitated then agreed as well. Talking to a trainer wouldn't be a problem. Maybe they knew some cat stuff too, Odd had developed an annoying habit of missing the litterbox.

"Hyung, you're the best! I'll text you instructions." Jackson said.

"Yeah okay. You can stop sucking up now. I'm going back to sleep." JB hung up and rolled over, certain he had heard Jackson start another sentence and not caring.

Guerin made her way to the apartment after getting through security. Jackson was a well known rapper and it was reflected in his choice of home. She had researched him when he first hired her so she could be as prepared as possible, and Minhwan had assured her he was a hard worker and dog lover. While she had worked for celebrities before, Jackson was probably one of the most famous that had reached out to her.

"Stay back, stay!" Said a voice on the other side of the door. She couldn't help but smile, sure that the offending animal was not staying even a little.

The door opened and a red blur leapt over the foot attempting to block the way out. Guerin's reflexes saved the day as she dropped down and snatched up the escapee, grinning at the rotund monster that now flailed in her arms.

What her research had not prepared her for was the stranger that had opened the door. Out of habit she bowed politely and greeted him, which he reciprocated, thanking her for catching the puppy and seeming embarrassed as he invited her inside. Once the door was closed she set the puppy down who took off after a toy. Guerin might not have recognized him but he was easily as handsome as Jackson, if not more so. He was dressed stylishly grungy with loose fitting clothes, the first two button on his shirt undone. She felt suddenly self conscious in her plain khakis and work polo with her company named embroidered on the left (Pounce! Animal Training). She didn't look dirty but he looked like he could be chilling at a club and she looked like she worked for Best Buy.

"Ah... is Jackson here?" She asked after a beat of silence.

JB looked surprised then somewhat embarrassed with a hint of annoyance, he sucked in air through his teeth before answering, "He must have forgotten to tell you. He had to leave town unexpectedly and asked me to look after things here."

"I see." She nodded, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Sorry! I'm Im Jaebeom, most people call me JB. I'm a friend of Jackson's." JB bowed again.

"Nice to meet you, I am Go Guerin." There was another awkward pause, "Would you introduce me to the puppy?" She asked.

"Sorry, of course. Yes." JB turned to find the troublemaker that had managed to disappear.

Guerin was rarely this uncomfortable meeting someone in a professional environment, but she had been thrown for a loop by the unexpected face, let alone such a strikingly attractive one. The twin moles above his left eye were especially charming she mused to herself before pushing the thoughts out of her head as he reappeared with the puppy, writhing unhappily in his arms.

Guerin went into work mode, suggesting he put a leash on the puppy to keep her in the area and started talking about treats. JB listened well, asking thoughtful questions as she discussed treats, reinforcement schedules and behaviors to look for all while covering the basics of how to get her attention and basic commands like Sit and Lay.

Before they knew it the hour had passed, with Min showing significant interest and improvement. "It'll take time. She's still a puppy, and a highly intelligent working breed. But if you keep at it and keep her busy she'll grow into a lovely dog."

JB had been surprised to see how focused and eager MinNao had been once they started working. He was impressed with how easily Guerin worked with the dog, and how much harder it felt when he tried it himself. She kept assuring him that it would get easier with time with genuine smiles and praise.

"Do you work with cats too?" JB asked curiously, stepping out of the x-pen that Guerin had set up around them as a designated play area for MinNao when when was unsupervised.

"Yes, I can work with any animal." Guerin responded with confidence.

"I had a question about one of my cats..." he trailed off, looking at her.

"Sure, what can I help with?"

They spent the time talking about Odd and his new habit, what could have caused it and tips to address it. Eventually the topic shifted to different animals Guerin had worked with and both exotic and the more famous dog of HEET (JB learned the dog was named Eneoji), which led into JB talking about music and his work. Before they knew it 45 more minutes had passed.

"I'm sorry to have kept you!" JB looked shocked, "I'll make sure to tell Jackson to pay you for it."

"Don't be silly. Most of that wasn't work anyway." She waved him off, having morphed into casual speech unintentionally as they had spoken, "You should probably let MinNao out to potty soon though. Here's my card if you have any more questions about your cats." She passed him her business card, then the two of them said their farewells and she headed out.

JB closed the door after her, leaning against it before looking down at the puppy, who was looking up at him while ripping the stuffing out of a plush toy. He sighed then went to get the leash and a plastic bag to take the puppy outside.

JB texted Guerin to schedule an appointment. She had an opening the next day so she agreed to assess the current set up with his cats and give suggestions. The first part of the appointment went normally enough as she offered pointers and praised how most of his set up was very cat friendly. She then introduced herself to the cats by sitting calmly and allowing them to approach her as the two chatted, straying naturally from the intended topic.

"What other animals have you worked with?" JB asked.

"All kinds. Back in the states I worked at a few different zoos, with everything from tigers to spider monkeys to vultures to insects. I love all kinds of animals." Guerin responded, giving Nora scratches behind the ear.

"Wow that's awesome." JB's eyes were wide, "What was your favorite?"

"I like working with birds the best. I have a parrot too, and I take her out flying a couple times a week. Free flight is so fun."

"You fly your parrot? Like on a leash?" JB's eyebrows were high into his hairline.

"No, no leash. She flies where she wants and comes back to me on a cue." Guerin couldn't help but grin a little in pride. She knew it was a cool behavior.

"How hard is it to train that?"

"It's a lot of work, and a lot of patience and relationship building. But it's seriously so much fun." Guerin answered.

"It must be amazing." JB looked impressed.

"Do you want to come sometime?" Guerin invited him, looking up from petting Nora.

"Really? Can I take pictures too?" JB asked, almost disbelievingly.

"Sure, I don't see why not." Guerin shrugged, secretly happy to show off but also somewhat thrilled to have an excuse to meet up with JB, and this time not in a professional setting. The two of them hashed out a time and JB talked about his photography and how he used it as inspiration for his music. Before they knew it time was up and Guerin had to leave for her next appointment. She felt a bit embarrassed that the subject hadn't stayed on topic and told him she would do the follow up appointment pro-bono. JB accepted, also looking forward to see her again. She had turned out to be interesting to talk to and he learned a lot. The two parted ways, both feeling it was a bit too soon.

Jinyoung and Mark were monitoring the last shot they had completed for the drama Jinyoung was starring in. Mark, usually a model, had been recommended by Jinyoung for the small supporting role that required some dancing. Both of them had a background as trainees and while a bit out of practice they had picked it up again surprisingly quickly.

"Charlie." Jinyoung had looked up to see the foreign producer walking past, and gestured for her to come over, "May I make a suggestion?" She hesitated a moment but came over, Mark moving slightly to make room for her.

"I think this move isn't filming well from this angle. Is there a chance we can do something else instead?" Jinyoung pointed out, Mark nodding in agreement.

Charlie looked thoughtful, "What did you have in mind?"

Jinyoung and Mark gave a few options and Charlie agreed that one of the choices would look better on camera, "I'll run it by the director. I think you're right."

"Thank you Charlie, you have a way with getting him to agree with you." Jinyoung smiled disarmingly at the pretty fair skinned woman.

"You're the best." Mark agreed with a small smile while maintaining eye contact.

She couldn't help a slight blush at the flattery from the handsome men, "Oh stop, it's nothing."

Jinyoung had enjoyed working with Charlie, she did her job well, she was likable and thoughtful. He had also learned that she had an unusual amount of pull with the crew as they seemed to trust her opinion. He and Mark had learned to come to her with their requests, since if she agreed it usually went their way.

"I'm serious, we should treat you to something delicious soon for all your good work." Jinyoung smiled coyly, gaining an unnoticed and unreadable glance from his model friend.

"I'm just doing my job." Charlie protested lightly.

"We just want to express our gratitude." Mark pouted cutely which caused her to melt.

"Oh my gosh you two are too much." She patted her warm cheeks self consciously, glancing back and forth between their eager, increasingly cutesy expressions, "Fine if it means you'll stop looking at me like that, you're embarrassing me!" She turned and hustled away to talk to the director about their suggested change before they could butter her up anymore.

Jinyoung watched her go with a satisfied expression before turning back to the monitor, feeling accomplished.

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besidemethewholedamntime · 7 years ago

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The Strength of Words

This is for @jcmmavclours because you were lovely to me about my exam yesterday and helped me so much and this seemed an appropriate way to thank you!

This is silly and fluffy and (I hope) fun. I really hope you like it!

Fitzsimmons and their daughter learning to talk.

Only a few months after Sarah’s first birthday celebrations are over, Fitz is immediately on the internet trying to understand why his daughter isn’t speaking yet.

“She’ll do it in her own time, Fitz,” Jemma warns all the time. “This is not going to become like the walking, is it?” Her voice hardens and her eyes narrow. When he doesn’t answer she repeats again, “Is it?”

“This is not going to become like the walking thing,” he parrots dutifully, simultaneously scrolling through various netmums posts about when their children began to talk.

“I mean it, Fitz! She’ll speak when she’s ready, just like she walked when she was ready. No need to pressure her.”

Of course, he isn’t going to pressure her. He isn’t a monster parent who wants his child to be ahead of everyone else. He’s more the anxious parent who wants to know when he can expect first words so he can whisk her away to a top-notch speech therapist if they seem to be delayed.

“No pressure from me,” he murmurs, clicking on a post about a worried mum whose daughter hadn’t begun to speak until she was three. “No pressure at all.”

-x-

“Ball.”

He turns cardboard pages of the picture book over.

“Cat.”

Sarah makes a sound, as if trying to copy him, but the websites warned him about confusing baby talk for actual language and so he smiles and calls her a clever girl but doesn’t count it being her first word.

“Dog.”

She laughs and claps her hands together, almost knocking over her cup of juice off the highchair.

“You like dogs, do you?” Fitz grins as she reaches out for the book. It’s one of the ones that have different textured materials over the items and the dog is soft and fluffy, made out of brown wool. “Okay, there you go.” And he releases the book to her.

She babbles away to it in her baby talk and he grins to himself, wondering why he wants to get her to talk when to him, this is one of the best sounds in the world.

-x-

“I just think that if we have the mass spectrometer in the middle then it allows for more room to-”

Jemma breaks off as she steps into the office, eyes widening so much her eyebrows shoot up into her hairline. “What the-”

Fitz realises it must look quite a strange site. After all, it is a bit of a mess. There are paper letters cut out everywhere, laminated labels for household objects cover most of the floor.

He grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I read this thing, right, about how-”

Jemma nods in understanding. “Yes, I read the same study.”

“Aha! Admit it, you’re just as worried as I am!”

She narrows her eyes at him defensively. “I wouldn’t say worried exactly. I just wanted to be prepared should we ever get to the stage where I have to be worried.”

It panics him a little that his wife, usually ever so rational, is also feeling worried well before they’re at the time to be. Then it soothes him. At least he’s in good company.

“That mean you’re going to help me then?”

She looks like she wants to protest, wants to call him insane and say something about steps in the right direction and how they shouldn’t be pressuring her but it’s a lost battle before it’s even begun and, in the end, she just joins him on the floor, clearing some of the multi-coloured labels out of the way.

“Right,” she says. He can see her mentally organising everything. “Where shall we start?”

-x-

Fitz comes home from the shops one day with a gift bag held in his hands behind his back.

“Sarah!” He calls in a sing-song voice as he enters the living room where he finds his daughter on the floor with her building blocks. “Look at what I got for you.”

From the kitchen he hears Jemma shout, “What did you get?”

“Come through and see!” He calls back. Sarah looks up at him, blue eye wide with interest. He pulls the giftbag from behind his back with a flourish.

Jemma appears at the door, a pen held in her hand and a quizzical look on her face. Her head tilts as she considers the gift bag.

“I wonder what could be in here…” he muses, watching as his daughter rises on her still slightly unsteady toddler legs and reaches out for him.

“It’s a…” he pauses, pulls out the object. “dog!”

“A dog!” Jemma claps, adopting the same sing-song voice. “Wow, Sarah, what do we say to daddy for bringing you such a lovely present!”

Sarah gurgles something, her little starfish hands reaching eagerly for her new toy, something that Fitz thinks may be her new favourite. She peppers its face with kisses, before toddling off to show it her building blocks.

Jemma coos with delight appropriately, snapping few pictures with her phone before coming over to Fitz and whispering in a tone that’s a lot less child friendly, “Fitz! You bought her another toy?” She gestures to the toy box in the corner of the room that’s become increasingly filled lately due to birthday presents.

Fitz knows they said no more toys, but when he was getting the food shopping in the supermarket he’d had to pass the childcare aisle and in the childcare aisle there had been the stuffed brown dog that looked remarkably like and felt remarkably like the stuffed dog from the book Sarah loves so much and what kind of father would be if he didn’t pick it up for her?

He tries to explain this to Jemma, whose face softens slightly and looks as though she might relent about this but also looks like she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. He scratches at his beard with his free hand, laughing awkwardly.

“Okay, so I also found a study on the association of… what? Why are you looking at me like-? Okay, so I know we said we weren’t going to pressure her and I’m honestly not but I’m worried…”

Fitz trails off as the look on Jemma’s face doesn’t change. She glances at their daughter playing happily with her new dog and then grabs him by the wrist, dragging him into the kitchen where she had her laptop open at the table.

“I read that study, too! You left it open on the tablet.” She wakes the laptop and an Amazon order confirmation screen pops up. “And I just bought her the same toy as yours, the one from the book she likes so much.” She rolls her eyes. “Only this one is actually the one from the story.”

He can’t believe it. “Are you seriously going to try to argue that she would have liked your toy more?”

“No, of course not,” she dismisses, and Fitz knows that of course she would. He glances at some of the other lists around the laptop.

“What’re these?”

“They’re…” Jemma chews on her lip. “Plans, I suppose you could say. A ‘just in case’ measure.”

It’s almost a relief, that he’s not the only one worrying about this.

“I mean I am perfectly aware of the milestones that she should have achieved by now, and that she has already met all of them. And I am aware that just because she hasn’t started speaking yet doesn’t mean she won’t and that even if she is delayed it isn’t the end of the world at all but…” her bottom lip trembles and she pushes out a sigh. “I suppose I’m just scared.”

Fitz steps close, cups his hand around her face, pushing his own fears to the side just for now. “Hey, Jemma, listen to me; whatever happens we can deal with it, okay? We can get through it.”

She smiles a soft smile and nods. “I know. After everything else we’ve been through this is hardly comparable.”

He wonders what it says that they can make jokes about it now.

Forcing a laugh, unwilling to think about it, he says, “Absolutely. This is a piece of cake.”

-x-

An ear-splitting cry awakes him from his peaceful sleep.

Him and Jemma are out of bed in a flash. He spares a quick glance at the bedside clock that reads 03:24 and feels his heart rate multiply by ten in the space of a second.

They both burst into Sarah’s room at almost exactly the same time, previous work experience having them half-expecting to see an intruder of some sort. There are no scary silhouettes in the room, however, and flicking on the light all Fitz sees is his daughter standing in her crib with tears dripping down her face and her bottom lip jutting out.

When she sees them, she holds her arms out, clearly needing some comfort.

Fitz reaches her first, picks her up and brings her against his chest. Jemma looks around her bed, trying to find the source of discomfort.

“You’re alright now,” he murmurs, perhaps for his own benefit as well as hers.

“I think I found the problem.” Jemma turns to him, brandishing the toy dog. “He was trapped down the side of the crib.”

Sarah and the dog are inseparable and so he supposes that makes sense. When Jemma hands her the toy she clutches it slightly in one arm and settles against him, sighing in contentment.

“How adorable,” Jemma remarks. “I suppose we should lay her back down. She’ll be a nightmare in the morning if she doesn’t get a proper sleep.”

“Tell me about it,” he quips, ready to put her down. “Night night.” She murmurs something in response into his shirt and he pauses.

“Jemma, did you hear that?”

She shakes her head.

“What was that you said, Sarah?” He moves her away from his shirt.

Her word, though clouded with drowsiness, is clearly audible.

“Daddy.”

He feels a grin threaten to split his face in two and is unsurprised to see Jemma looking the same. She fizzles with excitement. His heart swells with love and feels impossibly full.

“Yup, daddy’s here.” Reluctantly he puts her down, knowing that she really will be impossible in the morning if they make such a fuss now. Pancakes for breakfast will surely make up for it.

Back in their own room, Fitz hugs Jemma tightly, unapologetically letting tears fill his eyes.

“Knew we had nothing to worry about,” he says, once they break apart.

“Pft, of course we didn’t. Nothing at all,” Jemma says, but there’s such relief in her eyes.

“You’re not bitter about her first word being ‘daddy’ are you?” He teases, unsure if it’s a good idea or not to bring out her competitive side at this time of the morning.

“Of course not, Fitz,” she smiles softly. “She’s clearly been a daddy’s girl since the day she was born.” But of course, she cannot resist adding, “Though I’m sure it’s down to bribery.”

They climb back into bed, Jemma resting her head on Fitz’s chest. He doesn’t know how he’s ever going to get to sleep tonight, happiness completely engulfing him.

“I can’t believe her first words were ‘daddy’,” he whispers into her hair, because truly, he can’t. He realises it’s a common word for children to say first, and that it’s not unusual but it still seems to unbelievable to him.

Jemma sighs sleepily and snuggles closer to him. “Oh please, Fitz,” she murmurs into his chest knowingly, “as if it was ever going to be anything else.”

#thefitzsimmonsnetwork #aosficnet2 #fitzsimmons #fitzsimmons family #fitzsimmons fic #fitzsimmons fanfic #fanfic by moi #I really hope you enjoy!#it's fluffy silly fun

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This is the masterpost for my fan fictions. You can also find and subscribe to my fics here on ao3. My word count so far is: 388,316. All pairings are Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson unless otherwise specified. Thanks for reading! <3 <3

Faded From This Touch | explicit | 7k | read here on ao3

Pop star Louis Tomlinson is about to make his long awaited return to music. Unfortunately, his label and manager feel his long hair isn't in tune with his pop star image. When Louis goes to get a hair cut at a posh London salon, he unexpectedly finds a very handsome reason to keep returning.

Today’s the Day (Winter Drabble Series) | G | 300 words | read here on ao3

Polar-Harry pines for the beautiful boy he sees in the coffee shop. Radiator-Harry meets the beautiful boy in the coffee shop he has been pining over. Melt-Harry talks to the boy in the coffee shop he has been pining over.

Be My Homeward Dove | explicit | drarry | 7k | read here on ao3

It's almost Christmas, and Draco must find Harry the perfect gift. It's much more difficult than he'd imagined.

We’re Dancing On Tables | explicit | 5k | read here on ao3

Last week, Louis went on the very best date of his life with the hot guy from his chemistry lab, which was great until the guy never texted him or called him afterwards. Everything is great. Everything is fucking great. Now this guy has the nerve to show up at Louis’ house party, which of course forces Louis to plot to ruin his night.

Staring Across the Room | explicit | 26k | read here on ao3

Harry Styles has a great life. He’s a children’s librarian at the New York Public Library, he’s got wonderful friends, and he loves cooking, green tea, yoga, and his collection of bow ties. He doesn’t mind that his life seems a little structured, maybe even a little boring. But when Louis Tomlinson joins the library staff as the new Installation Coordinator, things become a lot less predictable. Louis gets under his skin right from the start, bossing Harry around, making noise during story time, and eating the last cupcake in the staff lounge. Louis may be almost offensively attractive, but Harry will not be succumbing to Louis Tomlinson’s charms, even if the rest of the library staff have.

Do You Smile To Tempt a Lover | explicit | 18k | read here on ao3

Pairing: Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson

Nick Grimshaw is entranced by Louis, his very beautiful, very cheeky new coworker at The National Portrait Gallery. He watches him day after day, wondering what he’s furiously typing on his laptop over lunch. With a little help from the very bored barista in the gallery cafe, Nick finds himself growing closer to Louis than he ever dreamed possible.

Let You Lick the Lollipop | explicit | 4.4k | read here on ao3

Louis may be throwing a Halloween costume party for a lot of drunk college students, but that doesn’t mean he can’t also hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. He just has to keep people from stealing all the candy--especially the very hot guy in a toga who won’t leave his candy alone.

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene | general | 2k | read here on ao3

When Louis takes his son trick-or-treating in a stormtrooper costume, little does he know by the end of the night he will end up gaining a Luke Skywalker, a Chewbacca, and a Rey. He doesn't mind the additions, and if Rey's very hot dad wants to come along as well, he doesn't mind that too much either.

Just Hear This (series) | explicit | 46k | read here on ao3

Former boy band member Louis Tomlinson can’t stand pompous indie artist Harry Styles, but with a new record label to launch he is going to have to endure his pretensions to snag up and coming new artist Liam Payne, who happens to be Harry’s oldest friend. Luckily, Liam seems to be very interested in 78 Records and maybe a little more than interested in Louis’ best friend. Too bad Harry won’t be making this easy on any of them. Or a modern day Pride and Prejudice.

You’re the Light (series) | explicit | 39k | read here on ao3

Before beginning a new graduate school in the fall, Louis Tomlinson decides to spend the summer working in Chicago as an editor’s assistant for the Chicago Tribune newspaper and staying with his old college roommate. What he finds on his first day of work is a tall, gorgeous editor named Harry who has the most beautiful green eyes he’s ever seen—and who also happens to be his new boss.

Looking Through You (series) | explicit | 49k | read here on ao3

Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

That’s How I Know | explicit | 17k | read here on ao3

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees. Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

I’ll Be There | explicit | 5k | read here on ao3

Louis is less than thrilled to find out his roommate has coerced his nemesis to check on him whilst he’s sick in bed. However, Harry seems to take great pleasure in taking care of Louis. Maybe this green smoothie drinking, hot yoga instructing, hair in a bun wearing, pretentious art history studying wanker isn’t so bad after all. On Monday, Louis thinks Harry’s a twat. By Friday, he’s thinking of reasons for him to stay.

One Day You’ll Say These Words | mature | 10k | read here on ao3

Growing up together in Yorkshire has led to a lifelong friendship between Louis Tomlinson, the future Marquess of Rotherham, and Harry Styles, the heir to a viscount. When Harry suddenly inherits his uncle’s title and estate much earlier than expected, Louis must watch his friend struggle under the weight of these new responsibilities, including searching for a wife with a dowry large enough to save his estate. However, sitting idly by as Harry looks for a bride brings some unexpected feelings to the surface. A friends to lovers story set in the Regency era.

Sound Like a Song | explicit | 14k | read here on ao3

Part 1 of When We Were Young Series: In high school, Louis Tomlinson lit up Harry’s world like nobody else, even if Harry did most of his pining from the safety of his tightly knit circle of friends. Ten years later, Harry is ready to make some changes. He’s tired of having so many regrets and not taking charge of his life, and he still hasn’t forgotten how brightly Louis shines. He’s about to get a long awaited second chance.Or the one where Harry helps out at a farmer’s market and gives Louis free vegetables. Featuring Elton John songs, many vegetable puns, way too many zucchinis, and being right on time for the love of your life.

Look Like a Movie | mature | 10k | read here on ao3

Part 2 of When We Were Young Series. Louis lights up Harry’s world like nobody else. Harry just wishes he could be brave enough to ever ask him out. Although Harry’s high school life is fraught with anxious encounters, he gets by with a little help from his friends.Or a prequel taking place ten years before ‘Sound Like a Song.’ Featuring school dances, soccer games, overeager lab partners, crushes, and being ten years too early for the love of your life.

How Could I Ever Forget | explicit | 14k | read here on ao3

After his boyfriend leaves him for a job in New York, Harry vows to move on with his life. A year later when their best friends announce their engagement, Harry knows he’ll be forced to see Louis again and face the truth he’s been trying his best to hide–even from himself. Or a Vegas AU where Ziam’s bachelor party turns into drunken karaoke, winning thousands at slots, washing your clothes at the laundromat in your underwear, and making life altering decisions that you can’t remember in the morning.

You Really Got Me Now | explicit | 6k | read here on ao3

Louis is the best older brother anyone could ask for. He knows this because he’s agreed to help chaperone his younger sister’s school trip to Rome. As it turns out, Italy is full of surprises. Fizzy’s Italian teacher is surprisingly hot, Rome is surprisingly interesting, and Louis is surprisingly falling in love with more than just the city.

You & Me | general | 3k | read here on ao3

Louis Tomlinson doesn’t have much faith in fate. Unfortunately, his mother does. She thinks he’s destined to be with her best friend’s son. Louis hasn’t had much luck in love, so he decides to finally meet this boy his mother thinks is his match. As fate would have it, he encounters an intriguing stranger to confide in before he meets with destiny.

1D Very Silly Chat/Email Chain (series) | (im)mature| 7k+ | read here on ao3

(1) Danger in the Produce Aisle, (2) Caramel Apple Peeps, (3)The OT4 Email Chain, (4) Email Chain OT4, (5) Screaming, (6)The Brits & Always You, (7) Is Neil Available?

Read emails sent from : [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], and [email protected]

Important topics including: frightening fruits, no milk for Louis’ tea, hacking, being jealous of Steve Aoki, way too many poo jokes, Niall screaming, dogs Liam doesn’t Instagram, Harry’s floofy hair, Liam’s chains, Instagram aesthetics, and much more!

Now That I’ve Found You | mature | 6k+ | read here on ao3

Harry Styles has a great job working for his brother-in-law’s construction company. He has just one small problem. His concrete sub-contractor just quit, and he needs a foundation built as soon as possible. One fateful turn brings him exactly what he’s been looking for—an experienced concrete construction company that happens to be owned by the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes upon.

For You I’d Bleed Myself Dry | explicit | 3k+ | read here on ao3

After a public and humiliating breakup, Louis Tomlinson finds himself on his would-be honeymoon with his best friend, Niall. However, this St. Lucian paradise is not all that it seems. Louis may be particularly vulnerable to an unusually handsome predator.

On a Day Like This You Know It’s Meant To Be | t&up | 2k+ | read here on ao3

One year ago Harry Styles met Louis Tomlinson, the man of his dreams. Harry is certain he’ll never see him again, even if they did make a pact to reunite should the Chicago Cubs win the World Series. Harry has one small flicker of hope left when it appears the Cubs might actually win it all. But will Louis fulfill his end of this fateful bargain?

Won’t You Please Come Around | mature | 5k+ | read here on ao3

Harry has lived in London for a month, and so far the only friend he’s made is his sister’s cat, Mr. Whiskers. When the lock on the window breaks, Mr. Whiskers begins exploring his new neighbourhood a bit too thoroughly and brings back mementos of his escapes. Or a Valentine’s Day story where Harry has a really fit neighbour, and his cat is a thief.

Let Me Kiss You | mature | 3k+ | read here on ao3

Harry Styles is on top of the world. He’s moving to Chicago to live in a kick ass apartment that he’s sharing with his old college friend, Niall. When their old college crew makes plans to hang out, Harry realizes he will be coming face to face with his unrequited crush, Louis.

haven’t you heard | explicit | 8k | read here on ao3

Harry Styles has been in love with Louis Tomlinson since they were eighteen. After six years together, Harry is ready to propose to the love of his life. The holidays strike him as the perfect time for a romantic proposal, but his well-meaning friends and family (including his self-appointed best friend, Niall) seem to thwart him at every turn. Or the four times Harry tries to propose, and the one time he gets it right.

but tonight (you’re on my mind) | explicit | 36k | read here on ao3

Pairing: Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson (Tomlinshaw)

Nick’s friendship with the lead singer of Seventy Eight has come with a new circle of people including an entrancing, blue eyed drummer. But what brings them together can also tear them apart.

And I Could Hear the Thunder | mature | 1/? WIP | read here on ao3

Harry prepares to inherit his family’s estate, and Louis is the mysterious boy living in the manor to the north.

#hello i redid this so it's easier to update #my other one was a pain in my ass #larry fan fiction #my fic masterpost

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pinkamour1588 · 7 years ago

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Do Jacks and Alex!!!

Our precious babies…

1. Who can’t stop smilingwhen they are getting kissed?

It depends on the day.They both get pretty smiley with when they are getting kissed. Jacks isprobably a little more inclined to get all smiley when he’s kissed, but Alexcan’t help but smile at Jacks.

2. Who brings the otherperson home something small but sweet when they know their partner is having abad day?

Alex. He owns and worksin a bakery/cafe. It’s pretty easy for him to bring a little something home forJacks. Lemon scones are usually the “go to” when Jacks has called or textedsomething about having a bad day or something that makes Alex think Jacks hashad a bad day. Usually it’s when an animal from the local shelter had to be putdown. Those are Jackson’s most common and worst days.

3. Do they have anynicknames for one another? If so, what are they?

Of course they do. Alexcalls Jackson: Jacks (to the point that’s just what Jackson goes by), babe,baby, and sweetheart. Jackson calls Alex: Honey, hon, babe, and sweetheart.

4. Who is the one whousually makes the first move?

Alex is the one whomakes the first move in regards to asking Jacks out on a date. When it comes tophysical contact (holding hands, cuddling, kissing, sex), Alex greatlyrestrains himself and lets Jacks make the first move and initiate it 9 timesout of ten. And when Alex is initiating it, he always asks. Like, asks “can Ihold your hand?” “Can I kiss your cheek?” “Can I put my arm around you?” Thingslike that. Eventually, Jacks speaks up and tells him to stop asking beforeholding his hand every time or kiss his cheek or put his arm around him. Alexis still hesitant before initiating physical contact but as they get more of afeel for each other and each other’s body language, a lot of it starts goingmore unspoken. (Obviously they both get full affirmative consent before sex andif one of them isn’t into kissing right then or doesn’t want to be held, theycan pull away and say so and it will be left at that.)

5. Who stays up late andasks the other really random sleep deprived questions?

They both do, to behonest. Jacks probably does it more than Alex does, but Alex definitely does itsometimes.

6. What is one thingthey love about each other?

Only one? Alex loves howcaring Jacks is, both with people and with animals. Jacks loves how patientAlex is. As “annoyed” as he got with Alex constantly asking before initiatingany physical contact early on, he really did appreciate it. It was clear that Jackswas allowed to say no without a bit of judgement anytime. If he wanted to holdoff on kissing, that was perfectly fine.

7. What is somethingthey love to do together?

Take Baby and Belle(their two dogs) to the dog park or on walks; watch movies and cuddle in bed oron the couch; Alex attempting to teach Jacks how to cook/bake.

8. What type of petwould they own together? How would they treat the pet?

If Jacks had his way, all the pets. Except snakes (because Alex is terrified ofthem) or spiders (Jim would never enter their home if Jacks and Alex had a petspider). Before they got together, Jacks already had an English Mastiff namedBaby, a cockatiel named Yoshi, a box turtle named Reggie, and a Maine Coonnamed Sunny. Once they got together, they got a kitten (well, Alex got Jacks akitten) named Puff. After they moved in together, they added to the family anAfrican grey parrot named Mario and a Yorkie mix named Belle.

All of the pets, withthe exception of Reggie, came from the animal shelter or were rescues. Baby wasa dog who was on the list to be euthanized because no one was showing theslightest bit of interest in adopting her. Yoshi was rescued and had pulled outmost of his feathers out of stress. Sunny came from the shelter. Puff came froma litter of kittens that had been found and taken to the shelter. Mario was asimilar situation to Yoshi. And Belle was from a litter of puppies a dog whohad been surrendered had. All of them except for Puff and Belle (and Reggie)were adults when adopted.

As for how their pets are treated, dear god, are they spoiled.Every last one of their pets is spoiled. Homemade treats. Only the best food ispurchased. Their pets are their children.

9. Who starts the sillystring fight?

They both totally wouldstart one…and regret it afterwards when they have to clean it up.

10. Who pulls the otherback to bed in the morning?

Jacks often pulls Alexback into bed. Jacks is like a lizard and is almost perpetually cold so heconstantly steals Alex’s body heat. Alex is Jackson’s heat rock. After gettingto the bakery a little later than he should, Alex invested in getting Jacks anelectric blanket he can put over him when he gets out of bed to go to work. Itworks most of the time.

(I’m also gonna tag @captainsbabysitter-blog cause these are also her OCs)

#oc #omc #m/m #amanda writes

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rauliskafan · 8 years ago

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As Long as I Live

Rafael and the Caterer bring their new son home!!! For @svu-stories!!! Enjoy!!!

Once the paperwork was signed, every I dotted and T crossed, Zachary sat between you and Rafael in the taxi cab. He kept turning his head from left to right and back again. Was he sizing the pair of you up? Wondering if you would make him happy as you glanced at Rafael’s eyes, wanting this to work but suddenly, slightly, nervous? Your husband reached around the boy to rub your back and told Zachary that you would manage double chocolate chip cookies with the hot dogs and the popcorn almost as soon as you burst through the door. You waved a hand in Rafael’s face, and he lowered his eyes but kept smiling as he leaned nearer, his whisper flowing though your hair.

“I know you can do anything. Zachary’s going to figure that out in no time at all.”

You felt your cheeks flush in the wake of his warm words, and your smile grew when Zachary snuggled closer, his gaze on yours. Running your fingers through his orange locks, you waited and watched until he spoke.

“I like peanut butter cookies best,” he said. “I know what to do with the fork and the sprinkles. Is it okay if we have those?”

“I don’t see why not,” you said as a few tears formed in your eyes. How could one little boy be so precious? How could you love him this much in just a few hours?

“And is there really a kitty cat?” he asked.

“Just you wait, little man,” Rafael said.

Which Zachary did, very patiently, when Rafael had to coax Jingles out from under your bed, scooping her in his arms to seal the deal. Her fur coated his tie, but he nuzzled the kitty cat’s ears, and you held Zachary’s hand as your husband presented the feline.

“This is Jingles.”

He let the cat fall to all four feet, and Zachary reached out a single, small hand to pat her head. She tensed for a few seconds, and the little boy nearly recoiled. But just as fast, Jingles stretched to sniff his arm, and she balanced her body on her hind legs to search his freckled face.

She even unfurled her sandpaper tongue to lick his chin.

“See that, Zachary,” Rafael said as he crouched lower and took the boy under one arm and said kitty cat under the other. “She already likes you.”

“I like her,” Zachary said. Hoping that Jingles would keep playing nice, your worst fears were almost confirmed when the feline stepped away with an arched back, and you were ready for the sound of her hiss, wondering how would you would stop a little boy… your little boy’s tears when Jingles returned to Zachary’s spot on the floor. Like two Eskimos meeting yet still smiling despite the bitter cold, they pressed their noses together. Such a sensation of relief, and your smile was back as Zachary wrapped a pair of plump arms around Jingles’ neck, the tone of his voice mirroring the cat’s purr.

“Fast friends,” Rafael said, kissing your cheek. For a second, you were lost in his green eyes, but you left his stare to watch Zachary’s same emerald gaze glowing brighter, and he almost lifted Jingles off the ground before falling smack on his bottom.

“Zachary!”

Calling his name, you rushed forward and started to pull the little boy to your lap when you heard his giggle and felt Jingles’ nose on your neck.

“She like you, too!” Zachary exclaimed. “Cause you’re so nice!”

Your lip began to tremble, and you felt Rafael’s embrace surround you and the kitty cat and your… your son. Even in your mind, the word still too some getting used to, but Zachary stood atop Rafael’s bent leg and patted your husband’s head.

“I think she like me because of you,” he said.

“Nah,” Rafael shot back. “It’s all you. Jingles does what she wants when she wants.”

“And now she want to be my friend!”

He said as much with such determination, and Jingles seemed on the same wavelength as they walked towards the table.

“Here!” you cried out. “Let me…”

He was too big for a highchair, and you hadn’t figured on a boy big enough for a booster seat. Dashing to the closet, you returned with two phone books, obsolete until this moment, and you used them so Zachary could assume his proper place at the table…

…offering no argument when Jingles jumped to the seat beside him.

“So… hot dogs?” you asked.

“Yes, please!” he said. “I like ketchup on mine.”

“Ketchup?” Rafael asked as he pulled up a chair beside the boy. “Mustard’s the thing. Want to give it a try?”

Jingles stayed close as the little boy’s small mouth dropped open, studying his sudden father. The silence stretched in every direction for what felt like forever until the corners of Zachary burst into laughter.

“Don’t be silly!” he said. “Ketchup much better.”

“I agree,” you offered as you started grilling the frankfurters and just glanced over your shoulder to see Rafael trying to look serious and folding his arms across his chest.

“Is that a fact?” he teasingly challenged. “What if I told you I put mustard on everything? Oatmeal included.”

Now you made a face that Zachary aped, and with a roll of his eyes he looked to your place by the counter.

“Good thing he not the cook,” Zachary finally said. “We’ll leave that to you… Mama.”

Your heart melted at that word. Dropping to your knees, you pulled him close to kiss the top of his auburn head, only pulling back when Zachary guided you away from his hold.

“Don’t be sad,” he said. “Isn’t this the happy day?”

“Yes, sweet boy,” you quickly reassured him. “Right, Rafael?”

He blinked away a tear and swallowed as he made a show of rearranging his silverware while nodding his head.

“A very happy day,” he finally echoed. “Could be made better with mustard on that popcorn. And the peanut butter cookies.”

Now Zachary pretended he was on the verge of getting sick, causing Jingles to appear worried. Cooking, you reveled in the scene, a picture of mirthful family breakfasts, lunches, and dinners that you never enjoyed… of course Rafael’s story was far sadder, one of the many things that made you hold him closer in the shadows…

…and suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“I think I know who that is,” Rafael remarked, standing slowly to reveal Lucia carrying a huge paper bag and wearing an elated expression that threatened to shift into tears at any second.

You most definitely could relate.

“Hola, Mami,” Rafael said as he kissed her cheek. For the first time in as long as you had known the woman, Lucia was quick to step past her boy without a million questions…

…and she trained her gaze on the little boy swallowing the last of his hot dog.

“Oh my God,” Lucia muttered under her breath, dropping the bag and taking a few tentative steps towards the table. Zachary showed no fear, but he still turned his head to you with a question in his eyes.

“Zachary, this… this is your grand… your abuelita,” you said.

“What’s that?” the little boy asked.

“Just another way of saying grandma,” Lucia assured him, shooting you a wink. She had never looked at you that way before, like the two of you shared a secret older than time, and you sat up straighter in your chair. How had that happened? How were you and Lucia the members of a secret club because of a few drops of ink and a little boy with ketchup smeared across his lips?

“Grandma?” Zachary parroted. “You my Grandma?”

“I… yes…”

Lucia Barba tongue-tied was one more reason to mark this day on the calendar. But before you worked fast to assure Zachary that all was well in his little world, you wondered if he had asked the question before only to be met by a sad story from both sides of his biological family. Wanting to be sensitive to any chance of his sadness, you nearly wrapped an arm around his shoulders when he stood up on his seat and studied Lucia’s face.

“I never had one,” he finally said.

“I… oh?” Lucia stuttered. “Well we… I mean you don’t have to—”

“Mami,” Rafael gently chided. “It’s alright. Don’t look so scared.”

“I am not scared, Rafi,” she said, some of her fighting spirit coming back as she snapped her fingers for the bag, and Rafael morphed into her obedient son. Once the parcel was in her lap, Lucia reached inside and pulled out a huge stuffed penguin in top hat and tails, the sight making Zachary cry out and clap his hands.

“Yay!” he squealed. “A abuelita is so nice to have.”

“You like the penguin?” Lucia asked with a laugh.

“I… yes,” Zachary started. “And I really like his coat! And hat! I gonna get all nice clothes like Rafael!”

Maybe he wasn’t called Papi yet, but the shared sense of style coupled with the matching green eyes kept working in tandem to make your family a thing that you just hadn’t been able to see when racing from banquet to banquet while Rafael searched for time in between trials. Now the reality was undeniable, and you took Lucia’s hand as your husband picked up the little boy and held him close.

“I’ll be happy to show you the way… son,” he said, the last word of the sentence sticking in his throat as Zachary’s eyes drifted towards the ceiling, his expression making you believe that the apartment was a palace fit for the finest kings.

“He’s happy,” Lucia whispered. “And I’m so happy for the both of—”

“Did your Daddy take you for clothes?” Zachary asked.

Just like that the symphony that had been in full swing, straining towards the allegro, came to a crashing halt in the world that was Rafael’s eyes. The poker face he had perfected in court cracked the lips parting without sound, his eyes glazed but somehow too frozen to give a tear a second thought. He placed Zachary on the couch and tousled his red hair.

“So many questions,” he managed. “How about that popcorn?”

And it was enough of a distraction. Lucia peppered Zachary with tender inquiries as to his likes and dislikes, her smile writ large when Jingles and the popcorn trumped everything and anything else. You nearly relaxed when you couldn’t help but focus on Rafael. He hardly touched his popcorn, and his face looked gray despite the sunlight pouring through the window. This wasn’t right. He had been the one so sure that you were on the road to joy with no more stops, no more gridlock or detours holding you back. This was the moment of crossing the finish line, and he belonged beside you and your boy when breaking the ribbon.

But he was mostly silent until it came time for Lucia to take her leave, and you made a place for Zachary in your bed while they said their goodnights.

“Is Rafael okay, Mama?” Zachary asked.

“I… yes,” you promised. “Your Papi just has to say goodnight to abuelita.”

Pursing his lips, Zachary sat up against the pillows, and you saw the history of two lifetimes or more lost, and his world as it once was flowed from his eyes as he touched your arm.

“I don’t want him to be sad,” Zachary said.

“He’ll be—”

“Did his Daddy not take him for clothes?” Zachary asked. The answer was hidden in your soul, not your story to tell. Would Rafael’s silver tongue rise to meet the music needing a final note before your family could find sleep? You licked your lips and searched for something to say when the door to the bedroom creaked open.

“Sleepover tonight,” Rafael said as he ducked into the bathroom and swiftly returned in his pajamas before slipping under the sheets. Your fingers just brushed against his when Zachary sat up on his knees and folded his arms over his chest.

Just as your husband had.

“Abuelita go home?” he asked.

“Yes,” Rafael answered. “Long day. Maybe we should go to—”

“Not yet.”

His small voice sounded so sure, and Rafael looked nothing like the litigator who took no prisoners, wilting as Zachary focused on his face.

“Did your Daddy not take you for clothes?” he asked again. You saw years of anguish wash over Rafael yet stopped yourself from silencing your son. Maybe it was sooner than you had ever imagined, but this was a question that would require an answer.

“I… he….”

Seeing him struggle tore at your soul, and you dared to slip to his side. His warmth when falling into you caused your heart to beat faster, and you combed one set of fingers through his hair as Rafael cleared his throat and looked to the little boy.

“He wasn’t a nice man,” Rafael finally said.

“Did he make you sad?” Zachary asked.

“Yes.”

Was it just the fatigue or the feel of being on the other end of a set of questions? You rubbed Rafael’s back and tentatively pecked his cheek when Zachary bounced on the mattress and took your husband’s face in his tiny hands.

“I don’t like that,” Zachary declared.

“Me neither,” Rafael concurred. “But I don’t want to waste any time thinking about it.”

But you knew that he did. That Zachary’s presence and his questions brought the darkness into focus. To see blackness so close was a poison.

“Okay,” Zachary said. “I get sad, too. But no more. Let’s just be happy here.”

Jingles jumped to the bed and sat at the space that was your three pairs of feet tangled as one, and Zachary cuddled into Rafael’s chest.

“And maybe tomorrow I even try some mustard.”

It was the antidote in spades. You said nothing, just sat with Rafael and watched Zachary drift off to sleep. Once he seemed safely ensconced in dreams, you slipped to the pillow and stroked your husband’s face.

“Are you alright?” you whispered.

“I… I guess I didn’t figure on that,” he said.

“Really, counselor?” you said, trying to tease. “And here I thought I was the one needing all of your reassurance.”

“He already loves you,” Rafael murmured. “You can do anything.”

“And he loves…”

“But your father didn’t slam you into sidewalks and laugh,” Rafael said, his lip quivering. “What if… what if I’m doomed to repeat his mistakes?”

“No,” you said, your palm soft on his face. “You are so much more than your past.”

“But, mi amor… it’s always there. What if one day I can’t outrun it?”

And for a split second you allowed yourself the waking nightmare where Zachary stepped out of line and Rafael changed into a raging madman without pity? That was his childhood when a glass broke or the wrong question hit the air.

“Rafael, that’s not going to—”

Zachary sighed and stretched his arms, his hug finding its way around Rafael’s neck as he opened his eyes, his green gaze wide and his mouth a smile.

“Good night, Pop,” he said. “Thank you for finding me.”

He coasted off again to better dreams, and you tried to keep from crying as Rafael looked down at the little boy.

“Hey?” you asked after several long moments. “Okay?”

“Perfect,” he pronounced. “Nothing will ever harm either one of you for as long as I live.”

It was better than your marriage vows, and you snuggled into your husband and your son, imagining only the brightest future.

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