#coco is my precious girl

[kredensik]

i love you coco witch hat atelier. i love your wonder and excitement and whimsy and joy. i love how you approach problems and how open you are. i love u coco

[yomudkipo]

Late postin but!!! Happy belated 8th anniversary to the manga that changed my life :)

[endureandsurvives]

Aw yay! I'm glad you have chickens again <3 Must be good for your soul ^-^

Do you have any pictures of them? 🐔👉🏽👈🏽

My friend, my gallery is full of the pictures of them haha

Fluffy butts

And height comparison

[chrisevansonly]

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

✯social media au

✯charles leclerc x female reader

✯nothing beats the love of a father <3

✯not requested just felt like getting another little something out, im working on some writing prompts and fics as well so i hope they come out soon🩷

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Alia & Mommy day, just missing daddy🩷

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username she’s so precious 😭

username i need to know where the blonde genes come from

>ynleclerc my mom!!🥰

leclerc_pascale trop mignonne❤️❤️

>ynleclerc 😘😘

francisca.cgomes the cutest momma and daughter duo

>ynleclerc see you this weekend auntie kika!!

charles_leclerc my girls, i miss you both so much🙁

>ynleclerc we miss you more…see you soon my love❤️

username are we getting alia in the paddock content?👀

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then and now, please stop growing so fast mon petit fleur😘

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username she’s growing up so fast😭

username the real og’s remember baby alia

ynleclerc look at her!! she loves the track as much as you char❤️

>charles_leclerc time to put her in karting?

>ynleclerc we’ll talk…..

username alia for the win!!

carlossainz55 okay now bring her over to me, it’s time for our tea party

>ynleclerc that’s why she keeps saying ‘tea with coco’ 😂

>username alia calls carlos coco😭😭

>landonorris why don’t i have a cute nickname😃

scuderiaferrari she’s our favourite guest❤️❤️

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charles watching his wife and daughter at his interview in the fanzone today, and then as soon as Alia got fussy and they began to walk away he was super serious, keeping his eye on them. at one point a few fans got a bit too excited and you should have SEEN how upset he was, he left the stage and made sure security attended to his family until he could get to them and make sure they were safe.

remember they are people too and there is no excuse for the behaviour shown today towards the leclerc family.

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username those fans need to a grip

username he’s so protective of his girls :(

username Alia was crying and you could tell Y/N was getting anxious, charles was so quick to jump in and make sure they were safe

username best dad of the year award goes to charles fr

username anyone who tried to scare y/n and alia today aren’t real fans.

username i hope they’re all ashamed of themselves

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the worlds best father and husband, thank you for loving and keeping Alia and I safe❤️

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you’ll always be safe with me❤️

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arthur_leclerc love you guys❤️

carlossainz55 ❤️

ynleclerc we love you so much char, never forget that

>charles_leclerc nothing like that will ever happen again.

carla.brocker looking forward to giving you guys big big hugs❤️

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I know we weren’t there to watch in person like we originally planned but we are so proud of you honey! I know Alia was happy to see you when you got home, I swear you can tire her out better than me most days. we love you so much and can’t wait to see you keep winning❤️

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username YAY CHARLES!

username i still feel so upset that y/n and alia left the race because of stupid fans☹️

username our favourite family!!

charles_leclerc I love you both so much, this win was for you❤️

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scuderiaferrari sending hugs to you all, hope to see you again someday soon❤️

>ynleclerc you can count on it☺️

[tinyhrry]

F1 Fic Recs

Carlos Sainz

ure not the only one @matchaverse

just a bite @uglyducklingofthe2000s

u cant buy class

never forget you @norizzsainz

treat u better @tinycoffeeroom

Charles Leclerc

like an unknown sign @nouvellevqgue

enchanted to meet you @leclercloml

kisses & wishes @thef1diary

love and leo @poetsblvd

bday princess

both of them @lewisvinga

the masterplan

right person wrong time @rosyblooom

spring festival @hemmingsleclerc

wrong number @ham1lton

broken house @boiohboii

this @harrysfolklore

growing family

guilty as sin @astonmartinii

home ties

golden couple @leclercmode

so good to me @pucksandpower

eternal sunshine @afterglowsainz

Lando Norris

bragger @yeahxsurexokay13

the slip up @loveluvrs

pressure @flawdchaos

all credits to moi @uglyducklingofthe2000s

sand is the enemy

long awaited debut

makes me feel tall

keep trying

bruised

shes so precious

shes nobody

just want you

me or her

the race and the girl @mirohlayo

love unwrapped @thef1diary

just friends @tinycoffeeroom

more than enough

they don't know about us @rosyblooom

Barcelona @afterglowsainz

breakfast for 3 @pierregazly

drinks and jackets @of-many-fandomss

future NHL star @edwardslvrr

look me in the eyes @its-avalon-08

too gentle @propertyofwicked

hot wings

Aussie @planetpiastri

u came, u called @dilemmaontwolegs

tell me u love me @ynsbarbbb

lucky charm @coco-loco-nut

fav uncle

princess party @5sospenguinqueen

my ex is a footballer @captainreecejames

so American @lizlovestofangirl

ideal weekend @yeahxsurexokay13

cats outta the bag

nurse he's out again @lewisvinga

u deserve so much more than that @hotmencore

espresso @landososcar

my dawg @sharlsworld

steal ur girl @fastandcarlos

drunk in love @f1loverrr

Oscar Piastri

still kissable @uglyducklingofthe2000s

orange tabby @maxiemclaren

my heart hurts @its-avalon-08

bleeding love @mirohlayo

mclaren admin @afterglowsainz

ive got u @pierregazly

one year ago @nouvellevqgue

passing time @yuujtadori

u r in love @leclercsredhelmet

glue song @ham1lton

birthday buddies @thef1diary

pr nightmare @leclercstarrs

we don't know anything about girls @russellsppttemplates

2 lonely friends @claypgeon

pr nightmare

sniff sniff

being a wag is hard

no, just no

n they were roomates

Spanish @timmyholland

used to be mine @pucksandpower

great blind date @ferraridepartment

its not hate @jackhues

when she called @sof1shticated

growing pains @5sospenguinqueen

birds of a feather @lovekunpr

something stupid @taasgirl

shots @jo-com

adoption and legos @edwardslvrr

Grid

open or closed @venusacrossthestars

loving siesta @inblurtub

a star at home @uglyducklingofthe2000s

ruptured

grid kids @formula-nyoom

we are the people @claypgeon

little norris

[cheezbites]

Bf!Ghost x Cat!Mom!Reader

✎: this is for my cat moms out there

♡Summary: Bf!Ghost meets and adapts to your furry friends.

Bf!Ghost watched as you lined all your cats up for a roll call. They peered at the towering, bulky man standing before them as their eyes instantaneously dilated like black marbles. Your cats who were more on the more defensive side slightly shied away from him - downturning their ears and keeping their heads low.

“So, here’s Coco,” you began, gesturing at the small, dark brown kitten who was comfortably tucked away into a kitten loaf. “Here’s Bambi - you can easily remember her ‘cuz Bambi’s a very fluffy fatty,” in which she was - a round, white, furry ragdoll. She kept her gaze intently fixed onto Simon, like if she were to look away he’d suddenly disappear. “This is Rocky, and that’s Benjamin—“

“Benjamin?” he asked, his expression suddenly growing in amusement.

“It’s a long story, okay?” you groaned, playfully nudging him for mocking your precious baby’s name. “It’s complicated. But, she is in fact a girl and it’s Benny for short.”

Nodding along to your words whenever you spoke, he felt obscurely intrigued by the cats displayed in front of him. He never thought he’d be willingly standing in the same room as a cat - let alone multiple cats being the massive dog person he is. The dogs he were familiar with ranged from big and tough ones or soft and cuddly ones, like Golden Retrievers and many others.

“And then… there’s Milo.” You finished, pointing at blank air, “he’s always hiding when guests are over. I’d be surprised if you even get to see what he looks like in person,” you giggled, amused with the thought of Simon never getting to meet who you sent him pictures and videos of the most; either if it was Milo doing silly things in the silliest of places or random videos of him. He had dark, indistinguishable fur, so he can easily hide and observe others from a distance and go unnoticed like a cute shadow.

Bf!Ghost didn’t really plan on interacting with your cats despite how adorable they were. They didn’t really want to interact with him, either. It’s a win-win. It was like they were fearful to go up to him, but in all honestly, he doesn’t bite. Everyone else but Bambi understood this, she never shies away from being a friendly, clingy extrovert; she’d rub her whiskers against his ankles and purr into him as if she was making her mark on him, indirectly claiming him as her second owner. The moment you weren’t in the room, they all seemingly scattered away like a harsh wind was being blown on sand.

He couldn’t help but be astonished with the thought of how much time you must commit into all the feeding, petting, cleaning or changing their ‘doo-doo boxes’, (as you simply put it). Even their toys, food packets and cave beds are organised - and they’re well behaved. They rarely fight or quarrel with each other or cats that they’re unfamiliar with. He even remembers seeing Rocky playing outside with some random cat. He shared his tuna snack with them, as well as kindly befriending them. You had incredible motherly skills when it came to that massive, ever-growing kitten family.

Bf!Ghost has a sleek black sketchbook where he draws hyper-realistic wild animals in his free time. They’re all very high in detail and quality, he only uses a mechanical pencil or a scarce amount of materials when he draws. Drawing was an effective and productive distraction from all else. The contents inside where more on the edgier side; menacing skulls, roaring bears, large lions - things along those lines. Being the artist he was, he noticed how still your cats could be despite their energetic outbursts. They were always calm and still in the cutest of poses like the kitty loaf or when they poke their bellies out when stretching. He couldn’t help but draw Coco who was sleeping on your living room carpet, freely extending her limbs out with her eyes closed as she endearingly purred to herself. Her snout was in a cutely shaped w, like she was warmly smiling. She was basically an adorable muse that was longing to be drawn, and so he got to work, darting his gaze between his sketchbook and Coco’s restated state, methodically stroking lines with his pencil his sketchbook’s high-quality paper. He tried his best to capture her cuteness, like a photographer who just copy and pasted the kitten onto paper - and all with a pencil and a spare amount of time. He was now a professional printer who drew your kittens quite often. But, they all looked so out of place amongst the sketchbook’s general theme. For one page you could get an ominous wolf or a dark, sinister raven, the next page you get a wholesome sketch of Bambi snuggling Benny, adorably falling asleep in each other’s warmth with hearts around it. Everyone else in the cat family had been drawn… except for Milo. He hasn’t even seen him up close, the closest thing Simon’s gotten to him is the sound of his anxious footsteps scurrying away from areas he picked up on Simon’s lingering scent.

Bf!Ghost got your cats to gradually open up to him, it was a more of a tedious process for Milo, though. He couldn’t help but want to pet them. They slightly flinched the first times he’d touch them, but they still mutually endured in the feeling of his hands enveloped around and gently stroked them. His clothes would be stained in their fur after, but he doesn’t really mind it as he’s too busy living in the moment. The way they closed their eyes, purred and melted into his touch and softly vibrated was all too worth it. You love taking in the sight of him being so adoring with them, despite him being very keen on dogs rather than cats.

He befriended everyone else, but he was still left defeated - he needed the last family member to come say hello to him. He’d crouch down next to the cupboard, where Milo was hiding under, and softly coo to him like he could actually understand a word he was saying,

“‘ts alright, buddy, ‘m not gonna hurt ya,” he teased one of the rat toys in his hand under the cupboard’s gap, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of his paw reaching out to try claw at it but the only thing he got in response was Milo’s nervous footsteps further rummaging into the darkness for protection.

Bf!Ghost went out of his way to buy tuna treats, mostly for trying to teach them tricks as a satirical experiment. But he’d fail about each and every time, sigh in defeat before giving them the tuna snack, just for being ineffably cute and greedily meowing at the mere scent of it. Their eyes always curiously dilated and heads would slightly crooked to the side, being confused at the British man crouching down besides them, repeating “Siitttt, c’mon. Sit,” whilst wagging the treat in the air as an offer for their compliance. He gave up with the in vain tricks and tried fetch. He tossed one of their toys across the room, whenever one of them got it they’d zealously claw at it with their sharp teeth. He expectedly waved the snack around, expecting them to return with the toy in their mouth.

Long story short, it never works.

That was until you were watching. He promised you that Rocky knew how to play fetch, knowing that he would only sink his paws into the toy that’s been thrown instead of returning it.

Rocky ran towards the tossed toy, briefly clawed at it, then somehow returned with it in his mouth, nearly dropping it on the way.

“I never knew Rocky was such a good boy!” you exclaimed, astonishment heavy in your tone. You knelt down besides him and contently pet his multi-coloured beige and brown fur for his supernatural achievement.

Simon was honestly shocked. After all his attempts, all it took was for you to be there so it to actually work. He casually played this off like he taught them how to play fetch with a smug expression.

“Yeah, they learnt from the best.” He teased, gesturing to himself like he’s made the decade’s biggest discovery.

Bf!Ghost would gently ruff your kitties fur and subconsciously say, “Who’s a good kitten? Who’s the cutest kitten?” as he did. Even though his petting style was akin to how you’d pet a dog, he was still super soft and gentle in doing so. He just can’t help but express his dog person personality, even with cats.

Bf!Ghost is used a human bed by these cats. They playfully squabble over who gets to sleep on Simon or who’s turn it was, jumping on his lap for attention or meowing in front of him, demanding pets and praises.

The most precious moment he’s had so far is when both Benny and Coco fell asleep on him at the same time without disputing; they were both too still, warm and tired.

Bf!Ghost was having a movie night with you. In the corner of his eye, he saw a tiny, dark critter moving around. He just dismissed it, assuming it was just Bambi who would just meow for him to pet her again. That was until he noticed that he hasn’t seen this curious creature before.

Lo and behold… Milo. Here he was, living and breathing, standing right in front him. He turned to you, checking if you were witnessing this as well, but you were already half asleep and on the verge of dozing off right on your couch. Milo leapt and curled onto his lap, warmly purring. He shot you another unsure look, knowing damn well that when you woke up and if he were to tell you about this, you wouldn’t believe him for a second. But, Simon gladly gave into him, feeling a sense of achievement whilst petting Milo’s short, slick and dark fur. His in vain attempts of getting him to come meet him finally deterred. He fondly smiled to himself and the timid kitten curled up before him.

Bf!Ghost has finally met your whole kitten family, sharing wholesome, funny and rather confusing moments together. The thought of petting so many cats in such a short period of time never crossed his mind - let alone befriending and growing bonds with them. It’s like he became a part of you guys. You, the organised and caring mother. Your cats, great snuggle buddies for when you’re having sleeping troubles and also your adorable children you’d do anything to protect and care for and Simon, the newest addition and ‘farther figure’ of this family.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this, I’ll drop a König version later for sure😭!!

Headcanons of Dating Ghost

Masterlist

[onboardsorasora]

Sorry this took so long @mael-talks-too-much !

Hidden pregnancy au pt 1 | Part 3

Daniel pulled on one of Lewis’ pre-scented tshirts while he walked into the living room to the chaos unfolding. Having the guys over to help them get settled had been the best and worst decision of his life.

Lewis had to make up for all of the engagements he cancelled at the last minute at the GP and so he’d been in and out while they settled in a new hotel room in the middle of Melbourne.

Scotty had immediately offered to help watch Ava while Daniel handled the logistics of both moving to Monaco and following Lewis along to the grands prix. That had been fine by him, Blake had nodded that it was a good idea, an extra set of eyes and hands for the rambunctious infant who seemed to jump to a new level of active since she bonded with her alpha daddy.

Daniel never knew his nipples could be this sore.

Ava was growing, and moving and shaking and attempting to roll over because she was already addicted to the happy sounds and smells of Lewis when she breathed in his general direction. Well, she got the peacocking gene down.

Daniel side stepped the play area set up in the living room to warm a bottle.

“Good girl Ava!” Miles’ voice carried as he cheered, “Of course I expected no less from my goddaughter.”

“Whoa whoa bud, remember Daniel already agreed that I’m her godfather.” Scotty piped up and Daniel heard Blake’s groan and he laughed because that was also a new problem they had.

Miles and Scotty were determined to be the godfather and won’t accept the both of them sharing the honour.

It really didn’t matter though, because in the end, Ava’s godfather was Blake. Blake was there with him every step of the way, the hard days and long nights. Blake was the first to hold her because Daniel had been too out of it on meds for his arms to work right.

Plus there was paperwork and notaries involved.

The door beeped open just as Daniel was satisfied with the temperature of the bottle and Lewis grinned as the door closed behind him. The suite smelt like Pack.

“Hey.” Daniel kissed his cheek and Lewis leaned in for another peck on the lips. Daniel handed over the bottle in his hand and Lewis’ eyes lit up. He enjoyed feedings because it was a moment to bond with Ava. He loved how her big eyes stayed on him the entire time while he whispered his love.

“Are they arguing again?” Lewis shook his head as the now familiar refrains washed over him.

“When are they never?” Blake pointed out. Lewis merely laughed and walked into the living room to scoop his cooing daughter up and away from the squabbling of her uncles.

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Lewis looked down at the precious bundle in his arms, she cooed at him around her fist, blinking up with brown eyes identical to his. He’d always thought he understood the term ‘heart outside your body’ because that’s how he felt about Roscoe and Coco. Losing Coco had been like losing a part of him.

Ava was his literal pride and joy. She was the child he never knew he wanted or had but now that she was here, she had already wrapped her little tanned arms around his heart and she was never letting her go.

He shifted the sleeve of her outfit, the purple onesie a miniature version of his shirt. Daniel had giggled when the package had come from Dior, before teasingly asking how many back up outfits were also sent.

“We showed your mama haven’t we?” Lewis murmured, leaning over to kiss Ava’s forehead. Well sue him for wanting daddy daughter outfits, they hadn’t had one spit up incident yet. He looked up to see Daniel talking animatedly with the nurse, handing over the paperwork that would intake Ava as their new patient here in Monaco.

There was the sharp odor of bile and Lewis chuckled to see the once pristine onesie covered in spit up. Daniel said nothing when he walked over, merely handing the package of wipes with a smug grin.

“All good?” Lewis nodded to the front desk, eager to distract.

“Yeah, they're gonna like check back with the pediatrician in Perth but we should be good for her to get her shots today.”

“What if she cries?” Lewis pulled Ava closer, that was his big fear– that she would be terrified.

“She didn’t cry the last time. Its over pretty quickly normally.” Daniel shrugged. He’d cried the last time, seeing the scary needle going into her arm had maybe traumatized him.

“You just have to like promise to not attack the nurses. They might ask you to sign a waiver apparently.”

“What?”

“She said it's standard procedure, alpha dads get…. mean.”

“I’m not gonna attack a nurse.”

“I never said you were, I’m just telling you what they told me.” Daniel bit back his smile at Lewis’ put out expression, some would even call it a pout.

“Ava Hamilton?” A nurse called and the pair stood. Lewis exhaled out his anxiety, it would be fine.

The doctor’s office was pretty standard with charts and a table. Lewis was instructed to sit on a chair by the table while their doctor looked over Ava’s vitals.

She fussed a little at the chill of the stethoscope but otherwise she submitted to the shifting and poking of the older beta’s fingers.

“She’s a cutie, and perfectly healthy. Good job mom and dad.” Lewis looked up at Daniel with a grin, seeing the happiness reflected in honey eyes at being told they’re doing a good job.

The part Lewis dreaded was up next, he watched as the nurse set up the syringe. And tensed when she came over. With Lewis’ help, she got Ava’s shoulder out of her onesie and wiped it down with antiseptic.

“It won’t be so bad if you don’t look.” Daniel offered, resting a hand on Lewis’ shoulder. He looked over to lock eyes with Daniel and the nurse stuck the needle in while he was distracted. Ava jolted in his arms and made a noise but didn’t cry when Lewis looked at her swiftly.

“There all done!” The nurse said sweetly, grinning at Daniel to thank him.

“You tricked me?” Lewis grumbled, ignoring how the nurse chuckled.

“It worked didn’t it?” Daniel said shamelessly, cooing down at Ava over Lewis’ shoulder.

[spaceymarz]

Love and Leashes is easily in my top 3 movies of all time, i've watched it at least 5 times, and today i finally went searching to find out what the reasoning behind Jihoo putting "MIHO" on the collar he bought for himself was. even though he told Jiwoo it was the name of his (imaginary) girl poodle, i kinda just assumed it was probably his internet alias for BDSM forums and didn't really think about it.

apparently Miho is actually a semi-popular name for female dogs in Korea?? specifically small breeds, which explains he barks like a pomeranian when they’re doing dog play 😭 someone said the American equivalent of Miho would be like Fifi and i just can't freaking believe that i've been missing out on this context the whole time 😭😭 love that for him, honestly. our cutie Fifi 🥰🥰 precious girl, Coco 🥰🥰

[sejanusxcoriyo]

Pairings: Josh Andres Rivera x Fem!Actress!reader/ Tom Blyth x Rachel Zegler

Face Claim: Coco Jones

Type: Social Media AU

Summary: Josh finally puts an end to this, or does he?

Warnings: Cussing, let me know if i forgot any

A/N: This should be the last part, anything else created will just be short AU blurbs <3

Text messages with Josh

Text messages with Rachel

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Ynuser

Ynuser My lover, my everything, the apple of my eye. The 26 letters of the alphabet aren't enough letters to express how I feel about you. If I tried to describe my feelings about you, this post would never end. I will always love you and only you❤️🥰

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Rachelzegler OMG FINALLY!

↪️rachelfan1 wait shes serious???

↪️ynfan1 HARD LAUNCH, I REPEAT HARD LAUNCH

↪️joshynfan1 im so happy for them fr, they both seem like they are glowing

Oliviarodrigo cute couple ig

↪️oliviafan1 yes mother, be the bigger person

↪️oliviafan2 mhm, this is why i stan

↪️ynfan2 please get out her comments, she isnt looking for acknowledgement from you

ynuser liked this comment

↪️ynfan2 MOTHER HAS LIKED MY COMMENT

joshfan1 so are we just gonna ignore the 7th pic? my gurl quite literally marked her mans

↪️joshynfan2 right?? like she wants you bitches to know hes hers

↪️rachelfan2 i love this for her

Joshandresrivera I love you with my whole fucking heart

↪️ynuser I love you so much more than you think

↪️joshynfan2 my parents are so freaking cute

↪️oliviafan3 they are actually cute tg

ynfan3 she looks so happy, like shes absolutely glowing

↪️joshfan2 i know, i was thinking that earlier

rachelfan3 now i know ms rachel and tom know wayyy more about this than they are letting on

↪️ynfan3 mhm, i know them bitches know every fucking thing

↪️rachelzegler i mean you not wrong

Zendaya purr we love to see it, claim your mans <3

↪️ynuser the QUEEN has spoken @/joshandresrivera we can never break up

↪️joshandresrivera like id ever leave you, aka the reason i smile every damn day

↪️joshynfan3 i want a love like theirs

↪️joshfan3 i want someone to look at me the way they look at each other in that 4th pic

↪️rachelfan4 right, a girl could WISH

Joshandresrivera

Joshandresrivera My princess, I'm so sorry for not saying this sooner, but you are my world, and I have no clue how I survived with you this long. My precious, delicate jewel, I will love you until my heart stops. Even then, the heavens cannot tear me from your arms. I love you more than words can tell, my beautiful diamond❤️😘

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joshfan1 yall look at how he holds her, im desprate

↪️rachelfan1 i was just about to comment that

↪️joshynfan1 pay attention to how he looks at her in that 7th photo

ynuser my man my man my man, i love you <3

↪️joshandresrivera my woman my woman my woman i love you more <3

↪️rachelfan2 just look how they interact with each other

↪️oliviafan1 did you steal her caption?

↪️ynfan1 that bitch tried to break up her relationship, fuck her caption

hunterschafer im jealous, need a man like him

↪️rachelzegler im right here babe?

↪️tomblyth rach...

↪️rachelzegler didnt expect you to see that...ily

↪️hunterschafer i never said i wanted to break anyone up

↪️tomblyth rachel i hear you giggling from under the covers

↪️rachelzegler you'll never catch me!

↪️joshandresrivera @/ynuser these are our kids

↪️ynuser who is we?

↪️tomblyth mom?

↪️ynuser 🙄

joshfan2 love how they intact with each other

↪️ynfan2 right??

joshynfan2 i love them so much, adopt me plz

Oliviarodrigo Josh?

↪️oliviafan1 see shes just tryna set things straight

↪️joshfan3 its giving desperate

↪️ynfan2 not you being desperate for another womans man

↪️rachefan3 oohh i know this is eating you ALIVE

↪️oliviafan2 shut up all, of yall, yall dont know shit

↪️rachelfan4 imagine defending a cheater..couldn't be me

↪️joshfan4 imagine begging for ex under his post abut his girlfriend...couldn't be me

Zendaya its giving desperate

↪️joshynfan3 isnt it

↪️oliviafan3 no one even likes you

↪️zendayafan1 dont speak about mother like that

↪️rachelfan5 not olivias an summoning a whole nother fandom

↪️ynfan3 they about to eat them alive

ynuser my lover boy

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[bullet-prooflove]

Making Memories - Johnny 'Coco' Cruz x Reader

Written for my badass writing biatch @the-hinky-panda

Tagging:   @annetje   @danzer8705  @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

It had been a long time since you had been the beach. The two of you sat side by side on the sand, watching the water creep up the shore. Coco’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders, drawing you into the heat of his body. His lips brushed over the side of your head as the sky began to darken. There was just the two of you in this moment, this wonderful perfect moment.

"You know this is going to cause all sorts of rumours back at the clubhouse." You teased, your palm coming to rest upon his knee. "Overnight stay in a one-man tent away from them all. They’ll think you’re a romantic."

“Fuck em,” he smiled into your hair. “I don’t care what they think.”

You laughed and Coco thought, somehow in the glow of the sunset you looked even more beautiful. He loved seeing her happy, loved the way you made the world feel just a little bit lighter. You picked up a seashell toying with it between your fingers.

"Did you ever used to do that thing where you pick up a seashell and listen to the sound of the ocean?" You questioned as you cupped it to your ear.

Coco shook his head, holding out his own hand for the shell. He had heard of it a thousand times before, but he had never stopped to find out. You placed it in his palm before Coco brought it to his ear, frowning at the roaring sound emitting from the depths of the seashell.

"I always thought that was one of those rumours you hear as a kid.” Coco said handing the shell back to her.

"You know EZ probably could probably tell us there’s some amazing scientific reason behind it but I like keeping the magic of it." You told Coco cupping the seashell between your hands.

"I’ve got something for you." Coco said abruptly, raising to his feet.

He returned from his bike quickly with a box clasped in his hands when he sat back down again. You studied him quizzically as he held it out to you. You took it, setting the gift down on your lap before studying it with curious fingertips.

The gun metal grey lockbox was heavy. There were a few faded stickers stuck to the lid. The corners were rounded and there was a heavy-duty lock on the front. Coco jangled the keys before taking your hand in his and placing them upon your palm.

The lockbox was something he'd had in his possession since his teenage years. Something he used to store his special items in before Celia either sold them or trashed them. It’d had it with him for years, keeping pictures in there of his kids, of Letty. These days he didn’t have to worry about someone rooting through his stuff, looking for things to sell for their next fix, or destroy just to hurt him. It was his most treasured possession in the world and now he was giving it to the most precious person in the world.

"I thought it was time you started to make some new memories." Coco said quietly, nudging your shoulder with his. “You can put the stuff in there, that’s special to you.”

He watched as you unlocked the box with your new set of keys. You opened the lid before she took the seashell and deposited it in the lockbox. He could see how much it meant to you to receive a gift like this. That cute little side smile was making an appearance once more as it curved across your beautiful features. Your fingertip smoothed over the sticker of a skull before you closed it once more and locked it.

"Now it has our first memory." You told him, beaming as you tilted your head to look up at him.

Jesus, you had no idea what you did to him. When you looked at him like that, when you reached out and allowed your thumb to brush along the darkening stubble on his cheeks. Coco's lips grazed the palm of your hand as you met his eyes.

"Thank you for this.” You whispered. "Thank you for all of this."

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[starandcloud]

Marry Me?

Sitting on the couch you listened to your girlfriend's friends. You were curled up next to her on the couch, a cup of coco in your hands. It was Christmas and her friends insisted on having you over for dinner, you weren't to sure about it. They all were pretty important people and you... were just you. No one all to important in the grand scheme of things, at least... not in your eyes. If you only saw how Natasha looked at you If you could only hear how much she talked about you If you knew what she'd do and give up for you If you could only begin to understand how much she loved you You'd understand why she was so insistent on you coming with her for this dinner. Your sweater sat uncomfortably around you when you walked in, all eyes turned to you and you shrank behind Natasha who held your hand tightly and talked quietly to you. She introduced you to everyone, you only grasped some of their names. Thor, Loki, Tony, Peter, Wanda, and Clint.

That was about all the names you got, but you didn't need to remember them all.

Just enough to last the night

You reminded yourself as you relaxed against the warmth of Natasha, her arm protectively around your waist as she kissed pressed a tender kiss to your temple. Every now and then she'd lean in and whisper a quiet compliment, thank you, or a praise for how well you're handling such a social event.

"You're doing so well my Angel..."

She whispered and pressed a kiss to your neck, you couldn't help but blush darkly and smile gently.

"There's that pretty smile I love so much~"

Another smile as you giggled, your cup clutched tightly in your hand as she softly smiled and gripped your chin. Pressing a gentle kiss to your lips And another and another... and another... and another...

When she pulled away, she stared down at her precious girl and smiled softly. Brushing hair away from your face, she kissed your forehead and softly whispered.

"So gorgeous..."

She praised, making you pull your head into your shoulders and giggle.

"Noooo"

You whined out; making her take your coco, and set it on a coffee table, and pull you into her lap. A playful scream left your lips as you stared down at her, a gentle smile on your lips and a loving glint in your eyes you kissed her gently and felt her slip something cold onto your finger. Looking down at it, your eyes welled with tears. The silver and emerald ring sat nestled on your finger made a few tears roll down your cheeks.

"Marry me pretty girl?"

Natasha's soft voice asked, her hand coming up to caress your cheek. Her gave gentle and loving as you slowly nodded.

"Yes... I'd love to 'tasha..."

You spoke almost as soft, your voice breaking as her lips kissed yours again.

"I love you Y/N, my beautiful Fiancée..."

[georgiapeach30513]

Sweet Silver Linings, Part 3

Summary:  you and Curtis are struggling

Pairings:  Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  mentions of D/s dynamics, mentions of bondage, mentions of biting, mentions of spanking, toy play, butt plug, nipple clamps, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.2K

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“Ugh!” Doll looks down the couch at her husband who was peacefully rubbing her exhausted feet when Curtis’ groans of distress ring through their house. “No! You piece of,” he takes a deep breath, throwing the piece of paper he was working into the floor with the other discarded ones, and starting to draw again.

Doodle pokes his nose on his mama’s belly, and gives his tail a wag, looking upstairs. “Yes, Doodle, I think you need to go check on Uncle Curtis. He seems a bit…”

“Oh my god!”

“Distressed. And if he’s distressed then I’m distressed, and if I’m distressed this sweet girl is, and…”

“Doodle, buddy boy, sissy can not be distressed, tell Curtis to come here instead of,” another growl has Doodle’s face looking up at the stairs instead of wanting to nuzzle Doll. “Go, buddy, tell him he needs to come down here and explain himself.”

Doodle wanders up the stairs, and nudges the door open with his nose. His sweet demeanor gives Curtis puppy dog eyes. “They told you to come up here, didn’t they? I’m fine!” He shouts down at his brother and sister in law.

“Curtis Howard Everett, you come down here this instant!”

“Ooh! She full named you,” Curtis groans again, grabbing his sketch pad as he trudges downstairs. “She’s getting practice, but Cozy girl will never need to be full named. She’s going to be the sweetest, cuddliest…”

“Curtis, what cha got?” Doll says, reaching a hand out to the notebook. “Come here, show me what you got.”

“It’s nothing,” he hands over the scribbled on paper, sighing. “I just can’t get it right.”

“Coco,” she smiles, looking up from the paper. “This…this is for her, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. For the shop.”

“You can’t get it right because you want it to be perfect for her?” He nods his head, and she gets the biggest tears in her eyes.

“No! Why are you crying?” Hayden gets excited, sitting up and moving to her side. “You’re smiling. Why is she smiling?”

“This is the sweetest thing ever.”

“I’m sweet,” Hayden was clearly the baby of his family. Always needing to be center of attention.

“You really like her, huh?” Doll sweetly asks, placing a hand on his cheek. “Like really really like her?”

Curtis takes a moment, but nods his head. He liked you a lot. Hardly knew you, but he was falling. There was something under the surface that he just couldn’t quite get to, but he was falling so hard, and it was frustrating. There was no reason for him to be falling. None whatsoever. But here he was trying to make you something perfect and it just didn’t work.

“Yeah, I really like her. I have so many questions, but I want her to let me in. I’m right there. She talks to me unprompted. Her dog loves me. I can tell. Teeny loves me. Teeny? This girl is so precious she named a giant St. Bernard, Teeny. He’s her emotional support dog, isn’t he?”

“Curtis, Bubs is one of the most precious people I’ve ever met. She’s had a lot happen in her life. She wants to love so hard. I think that’s why she’s standoffish. She’s scared. And if you knew…you would get it, but that's not my story. What I will say, if she’s letting you in, that’s a good thing. She doesn’t take that lightly. She keeps new people at a distance. Thinks she’s bad luck. But this…you’re wanting to simplify her life, and I don’t think anyone has ever done that. She complicates her life, and her brain is always going in different directions. But….this…this is perfect. She’ll love this.”

“It’s not perfect,” Curtis reaches over, grabbing the notebook from his sister in law. This had gotten complicated for no reason. He didn’t want things to be like this. But he would do whatever it took for you to be comfortable with him. “She’s perfect, and I can't compete with that.”

“Then don’t,” Hayden shrugs his shoulders, wrapping an arm around his wife. “Take it from a man that found someone who was perfect. You can’t duplicate them. You can’t give them the perfect scenarios all the time. You can’t do everything. This is what you can do,” he gives a point to his brother’s early drafts of the cabinet. “Instead of trying to make something perfect, make it functional. Let it capture what you know her personality to be. Make her life easier at her store. But you can’t recreate perfection. You’re wasting time on doing that, instead of spending time with her. That’s the point of this to keep you more around her. Then there ya go. This is what you do.”

“I’m not perfect, Haydes.”

“That’s all you got from that, seriously, woman?”

“Haydes is right,” Hayden gives a proud smile at his brother, making sure Curtis heard Doll say that Hayden was right. “You’re thinking too hard. Let things flow, and happen. Spend time with her. If she agreed to this, she wants you there. It’s okay to be a bit nervous. You do have a school boy crush.”

“So you think this draft is okay?” Both Hayden and Doll smile, nodding that it was. “Okay. Okay. I’m just going to let things happen then.”

“Exactly. Let them happen!”

“So, Curtis, tell me why you still think it’s necessary for you to come here?” Doc puts her pen and paper down. Laying her hands in her lap as she stares at the man across from her.

“Well, before it was trying to work through my feelings of losing Jessie, and believing it was my fault. Then it was the fear of doing what I always wanted to do. I want to help people. Not in the way that my dad and brother do, but a more approachable way. Therapy is great, but not everyone has the means for it, you know?”

“Your book is completed, is it not?”

“Uh,” he rubs the back of his neck. Technically it was. And it was picked up by a publishing company. But was anything ever really completed? He had a life’s mission. “Yeah, I guess. But…Doc, I think something is wrong with me.”

“How so?”

“Have you ever had a fear of something?”

“Do we not all fear something?”

“But I mean something that is good and fun, and so fucking satisfying.”

“What do you mean?” She fidgets her fingers a bit, thinking about reaching over for her notebook, but Curtis did better without it. He liked eye contact, and it was almost eerie how much he liked it.

“Sex.”

“Oh, I did not see that answer coming. How long has it been since you last had sex?” It was a shame that Curtis didn’t have to actually think about how long it had been. He knew exactly how long it had been. Exactly how each and every day and drug by that he had felt a woman to hold and protect.

“Well over a year.”

“Good looking guy, sweet, confident.”

“I don’t need you to tell me my positive attributes. I have women that hit on me constantly. I lack the response to want to interact with them,” because there was only one, and you weren’t one to pick up on any flirting. He wanted you. No one else. Just you.

“Why?” Curtis was a fascinating patient. He just needed an outside person to talk to, but for the most part he could talk himself to an answer. He just needed someone to listen to him. Especially after dealing with his guilt over Jessie.

“Seeing my sister in law in that place,” he breaks his eye contact to look out into the distance. Remembering the unease he felt about her being at the club. “It was these two men constantly bickering about whose dick was going to get wet by her. They knew without knowing what they were doing. She just needed physical touch. They were passing her around like she was nothing but a fleshlight, just wet skin. Neither one acknowledged how hurt she was and she was using sex to think people loved her.”

“This is all about your sister in law. How do you fit in?”

“I’m getting there. I saw it. Saw her walk out of the chapel, walking funny, and this dead look in her eyes. Only to have some other man needing to use her, and she always left with him. She was this ball of depression, and I took too long to intervene. I saw the older one constantly walking behind her, and grabbing her over her clothes, whispering how her cunt was his. She was just property to him. The other one cared, but didn’t see how she was being used by him either.”

Curtis holds his hand up to Doc, stopping her from asking a question. He was about to make his point. “The one would whisper in her ear, ‘You know who your daddy is, and you know who you belong to.’ And every time I saw a piece of her die. I didn’t know that type of relationship could harm someone.”

“That type of relationship?”

“You know,” she shakes her head no, needing Curtis to elaborate. “A Dom and sub relationship.”

“Oh. Why would you think it harmed her?”

“It clearly did.”

“Maybe I should ask, why do you care if that type of relationship harmed her?”

“Umm…I don’t know. I guess…I guess it’s because that’s how I like things. And I see Doll and my brother, and they don’t have that, and they’re so happy. She calls him daddy, and while I know it’s more than him becoming a father, it’s not in this ownership type of way.”

“Hmm,” she smiles at him, realizing how confused he was in understanding that lifestyle. “What you were witnessing was a very unhealthy D/s relationship. Doll went along with that relationship because as you said, she needed to feel loved. Needed the attention. And she found negative attention. A man that used her vulnerable state and need for a daddy. In a healthy Dominate and sub relationship there are boundaries. Even ownership is fine if both parties agree to that. If they have their rules and their boundaries. You always have to have consent to these things.”

“But what if…I haven’t. But I enjoy a certain type of porn.”

“You mean the type of porn you watch is something you want to act out?” He nods his head, and looks away from her. Completely out of character for him. Curtis had a calming effect around him. But also kept up that eye contact.

“Okay, and what’s wrong with the type of porn you prefer?”

“It’s abusive.”

“How so?”

“Tying someone up. Smacking them. Punishment.”

“With boundaries that include a safe word, knowing your partner, and watching for physical cues, and even their verbal cues on when to stop is a safe way to enjoy extreme sex. It is best to have this type of relationship with someone you trust, and that trusts you. These types of relationships are about being vulnerable with someone. The ultimate trust is given to another person. Someone that will push their limits, but listen, watch, feel, and then in the end will take care of them. You can’t have one extreme without the other. Aftercare is a must in these relationships. They’re for both parties; the dominant and the submissive. Which is why you need an open conversation on what you want in this relationship. That doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you. This is normal, and more common than you realize.”

“How do you mean that?” The eye contact was back. No longer ashamed to look her in the eye. “So this is common? Like, having visions of tying someone up, and…punishing them is normal?”

“It’s a scene. It’s a controlled environment. Would you tie up anyone or punish them unwillingly?”

“No! No. No, I would never take complete control over someone.”

“So you’re saying with boundaries such as them agreeing to it, and giving you a way to know when they’ve had enough that is the only way you would punish someone?”

“Yes,” One syllable, and complete conviction. Curtis wouldn’t hurt anyone. “Why do you think I’m like that?”

Doc takes a deep breath. Both she and Curtis both know that time was nearing an end. “Sometimes it’s a lack of control in your own life. When there’s things we can’t control, you then want to find something that you can. Sometimes it’s because you have no outlet for your frustrations, and while you want to take them out on something or someone, you still want parameters and rules. The bigger question is why do you think that? Was it always there? Was there a break? Was it the porn you liked? A friend or girlfriend? Or was it the options I mentioned earlier? One thing I will say is there’s nothing wrong with you. You acknowledge you don’t want to hurt anyone, but there is an allure to the lifestyle. Make that be your homework. But I believe you want to get out of here early so you can set up to open the door. Do some self reflecting Mr. Everett. And I’ll see you next week.”

Curtis stands, leaning towards Doc to shake her hand, and heads towards the lobby. Waiting patiently for you. Just in case you needed help with the door, and if you didn’t, he was still going to help you. It was who he was, and you deserved to be treated like a princess. Most definitely you needed to be taken care of. Worshiped. And held until you weren’t afraid of your demons anymore. He wanted to do that for you because it’s what you deserved.

Seeing your little SUV pull in, and the big head of Teeny pop up made him even happier. You brought the puppy. And then you get out of your car. Coffee in tow, but also the bag he gifted you on your arm. And a leashed Teeny, so you were still in need of help.

He opens the door, and you don’t break contact with him. Even a small sliver of a smile, “Hi,” he nervously says, his eyes casting down your body for just a split second before ending on Teeny, “Hi to you, too.”

“Hey, Curtis,” you smile, pulling a bit on Teeny’s leash to head into Doc’s office.

The receptionist looks at Curtis with her mouth agape, and he nods his head with a smile. He got a hey and his name. You said his name. You said hey, but you said his name. You had said his name in public, and someone else heard it. She heard it, and she was still shocked.

“I’ll see you next week. Have a delightful rest of your day,” you had said his name. You said it and it was beautiful.

“I like Jacobean,” you almost shout at Curtis when he walks into the store. Armed with a notebook and a bag of things. “What is that?”

“I brought some wood samples with stain,” sitting down his things, you just know you’re going to feel like a complete idiot, but you didn’t care. It had to be said.

“I like cherry wood. It sounds cute, too. Jacobean stained cherry wood, no?”

“It sounds adorable,” he was beautiful. Gone was the jacket, when you first met him, and now short sleeves were exposing his thick sinewed arms. And every inch of his arms and most of his hands were covered in black ink, and you have to take a deep breath to not whimper.

Visions of him wrapping rope around your body, his bicep choking you while he thrusts into your abused cunt, “I’m sorry,” you pant. “Would you like some coffee?”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” he smirks. Why did he look that damn hot with a crooked smile? Did he know what you were thinking? Did he know that you had fantasies of him biting on your shoulder right before he came? Could he have any idea the vile and depraved thoughts you had running through your head about him?

Could almost feel his hand spank your backside, and curse about how you were taking his cock like a filthy little slut. How he had you screaming out his name and begging him to let you come. “You like cream and sugar?”

“Nope, just black,” his smile. His smile was perfection. You can feel the indentions of his teeth on your skin. Can feel his teeth nibbling on your clit. “You, okay?”

“I’m fine. Just tired,” lying seemed like the obvious thing to do. Curtis would think you were a freak, and you liked having him here.

“Uhh…why don’t you close down for the day? I can start down here, if you don’t mind. At least it would get some preliminary work done, and I won’t be a burden. Since you know what you want, it won’t take me long to get the lumber. And just have it closed for renovations.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m going to do that. Here’s the key to the shop. Just remember to lock up when you’re done,” it was stifling the thoughts that were annoyingly racing through your head. How were you supposed to function like this? This was insanity. You needed to let it all out. Denying yourself the urge to get off wasn’t healthy.

Waiting at the top of the stairs for Curtis to lock up, you leave Teeny on the couch, and go into your bedroom. Into the walk in closet, and open up a drawer and grab out a dildo, and stick it into the middle of your bedroom floor. Staring at it as you grab a few more things. You would let yourself get some frustrations out. Curtis was not going to have this much power over your mind or your pussy.

It would be absurd to mention this to Curtis. You add nipple clamps to your tits, seething when the rush of pleasurable pain rushes through you, and you lube up a butt plug. Curtis did not control you. He was too nice. He didn’t need your baggage. He didn’t want your baggage. He deserved the world. He deserved to be worshiped. To be treated like a king, and you his…queen didn’t sound right.

You slink to your knees, letting the dildo split you open. “Princess,” you whine, starting to bounce on the toy. It didn’t feel the same. There weren't thick, tatted arms groping you. Forcing you on how to move.

You liked the sound of Princess. King Curtis. You were beneath him. And you wanted him to show you how he owned every part of you. Wanted him to use you like you were his property. Like you were nothing more than wet warm flesh. And even that aftercare that Doc had mentioned didn’t sound too bad if it was with Curtis. Waking up to him kissing over your tender muscles. If only. For now, you would torture yourself because you could never have a man like Curtis.

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[ravennaortiz]

Missing Daughter

Chapter 13 of Countdown

As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap, minor smut in later chapters.

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Jax sat watching camera footage of Zobelles daughter getting yanked into a van as she was walking down the street. "I don't recognize the van. I have no idea who took your kid" he stated as he shook his head looking Zobelle in his eyes.

"If anything happens to my precious Polly I will kill you slowly in front of your sister and what I inflict on her will be a thousand times worse." snarled Zobelle as he got in Jax's face."I wouldn't endanger my sister or my men like this" stated Jax firmly his icy eyes flashing as he stood up shoving Zobelle.

Zobelle shot him one more glare before stalking out of Jax's house. Jax rubbed his face before turning to Chibs and Opie. "They wouldn't have right?" he questioned his eyes moving between the two. Neither man spoke as they shared a glance with each other. "I mean Half was angry and he skipped town the day after your last meeting with Zobelle. He left his kutte" replied Chibs quietly with a shrug."Rat dipped a few days later and Bishop said Juice took off as well." replied Opie as he sighed and took a drink of his beer.

Jax slumped down into a chair as he considered their words. "Juice and Half I get, as close as they and Rocky are. Rat though makes no sense".

"He might just be a coincidence" stated Chibs. "I agree the boys and Rocky being close but kidnapping a innocent child is a bit far fetched with their personalities. Also Rocky wouldn't forgive them if she found out."

Jax nodded. He agreed with Chibs but something was still eating at him. Leaning towards the computer on the table he pressed play on the footage one more time. "Shit" he muttered before grabbing his phone.

***

"So Jax thinks she snuck out last night and helped kidnap the daughter of the guy who bought her? That she's been secretly sneaking off for the last two months and that they have this girl somewhere around here?" stated Gilly as he sat thinking over what Bishop had just told him.

"Desperate people do desperate thing" replied Bishop as they both watched Rocky and Coco walk out of the clubhouse. "She's not though. She's completely safe here. Would make more sense for her to runaway than to go back to Charming and help kidnap someone" stated Gilly.

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[crystalelemental]

With Fourth of July occurring, and thus the constant skybooms, we left the door open for our precious gremlins in case they got spooked. This has proven to be a fatal mistake. On the plus side, we may have heard Coco’s meow.

During this time of night explosions, we leave the door open in case they get scared. Gia would never enter Bond’s room, but Coco has no such reservations.

See, my wife has identified this as the truth: I am Coco’s favorite. She will follow me everywhere now. I go into the kitchen? “Oh hey, you gettin snacks?” I go to the living room? “Haha stole your spot, look how cute I am!” I have to pee? “We have to pee.”

So predictably, when the bedroom door is left open for her, Coco just walks right in and starts scoping the whole place out. This includes getting on the bed. See, a few days ago I had a headache and had to lay down with an eye mask. Bond was in there, and I feel his tail start to flick. Sure enough, Coco had entered and was squatted near the door. I try to soothe him, but the tail keeps going for like five minutes. I pull up the eye mask to be like dude, your sister is just vibing, chill, only to find Coco on the bed like right next to me, just staring at me. Girl no longer conceptualizes this as Bond’s space. Which he is very annoyed about.

Anyway, last night we leave the door open again, and immediately Coco comes in and starts eating his dinner. So she gets in trouble and is evicted, with door closed. About two minutes later we hear a soft scratching and a meowing sound. It’s not Gia’s dainty princess meow and it sure isn’t Bond’s chain smoker meow, so we both snap awake anticipating something happened. No one is at the door, but Coco is nearby and just happily trots in once we get the door. I think Coco is starting to demand being let in.

As a capstone to this story, I wake up this morning, go to get kitty breakfast, and am greeted to this:

We are, like, a week away from you jumping on the bed and screaming at me, huh? Even Gia’s here.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

How’d’ya feel about doing a song fic with the song ‘Remember me’ and the character of your choice ? :3

how do I feel... I FEEL HURT, I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!!

I'm a little sorry for this, because it is HEAVILY angsty... please heed the trigger warnings I've tagged this with!!

DISCLAIMER: This is a songfic to the song “Remember Me” from Coco! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.

Remember me though I have to say goodbye remember me don’t let it make you cry

The UNDERTAKER thinks it’s a shame that the world will only ever know his very first child as Baby Girl Crevan.

A shame, because he had a name for her. If she had made it past her first year, (her first month), the world would have known her as something different. A unique person, with an identity, a name, a soul. Instead she’s a statistic, one more victim of disease who couldn’t be saved.

He had such high hopes. Her existence would have defied his very nature, proving that something which came from death could be so full of life. That was to be her name; Vitaliya.

Even now, he feels like he can’t believe that she’s gone. Even as he knows he has to eventually lower her into her casket, he doesn’t want to let go. Her tiny body fits so perfectly in his arms as it did every other time he held her while she was alive. She looks asleep, but he knows deep inside of him that she won’t be waking up this time.

There’s an echo in his chest, of a loss like this. Maybe a long time ago, maybe back when he was still human. Something that hurt just as badly as losing a daughter.

He has to bite down on his lip to keep tears from falling. It doesn’t work.

He cradles his baby girl for the last time, holding her close to his chest as his beloved comes up behind him. If there’s anything he’s ever wanted so badly not to do, it’s to put Vitaliya down.

for even if I’m far away I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

This pain is… a void. It’s eating him up, the constant reminder that the body he’s holding isn’t really his daughter. It’s just the body that held her during her short time on Earth. This is how she appeared to him, though, to everyone, so he’s not sure how he’s supposed to not believe that her soul is still here in his arms.

As he looks at her precious little face, he wonders if she’s finally at peace. She wasn’t here for very long. She fought so hard, and she was just too young to prevail against the illness that ravaged her. It wasn’t fair what happened.

Does heaven exist? It must, mustn’t it? If he hadn’t ended his own life while he was human, he likes to think he was a good enough person that he would have gone there when he died.

The tears continue to fall as he can’t answer his own question of whether or not he will ever see his darling child again. If he dies now… where will he go? Can he still be saved and end up in heaven? Will he meet her there when he dies? Or is he doomed now, to a life of nothing? Neither heaven nor hell will take him, and he’ll never see Vitaliya again?

He wants to. Her soul is so far away now, in a place he can’t reach, and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he never gets to see her again.

He rocks her in his arms, and he hums softly, the lullaby he sang to her as he and (Name) cared for her.

If he lives until every last star burns out of the sky, he’ll sing this song every night. To any other child he ever has, and to Vitaliya’s spirit if she might visit him in an empty room in the small hours of the morning when he has no one else.

remember me

though I have to travel far remember me each time you hear a sad guitar know that I’m with you the only way that I can be

The distance from his arms to the casket might as well be an ocean when he leans down to place Vitaliya in it. Once he and (Name) bury their daughter, he doesn’t know if he can ever come back to the cemetery. Just the thought of walking through gates and sitting at his child’s grave is one he can’t bear.

But if he doesn’t come back to visit her resting place, will he ever be near her again?

(Name)’s arms circle around him. They’re a protective embrace, a gentle reminder that the two of them don’t have to grieve alone.

As soon as their arms are around him, all he can say is, “I want her back, (Name).”

“I know, Adrian. So do I.” Their voice is quiet. It’s barely a whisper, ready to be swallowed by the nonexistent wind. It feels like their world exists in shades of grey now, like their daughter took all their color with her when she died. “But she’s not suffering anymore. And we’ll see her at heaven’s gates.”

Will they both? Or will it just be (Name)? Will he ever stand at those gates and walk in and his little Vitaliya, all grown up on the other side, will run at him so he can spin her round?

“I hope we will.” He reaches down, and a long nail strokes over his tiny angel’s cold cheek. “Papa’s here, Vitaliya. Always will be. Even though you’re not here anymore. I’ll be with you, always. Even if I gotta carry you around in my heart and not in my arms. I miss you, darlin’.”

(Name) presses their face into his shoulder and sobs. And he has to not fall apart for their sake, but he can’t hold himself together.

All he can do is weep, and cling to his beloved, and pray to whatever higher power that there is that he’ll get to hold his daughter again one day.

And when he does, he only hopes that she hasn’t forgotten the father she knew for only three and a half weeks on Earth.

Because no matter how long he lives, he will never forget the daughter he knew for only three and a half weeks on Earth, and forever in his heart.

until you’re in my arms again

remember me.

[novankenn]

Coco's Search for a WAIFU or The Purgatory of Jaune

= Four = (Master Chapter List)

Not trusting Coco, Velvet kept a hand on her collar as the pair of second years tailed the first year student, going so far as to follow him into the unisex locker room. Staying out of sight, they watched as Jaune went to his locker and pulled out a towel and some hygiene products, before heading to the men's side of the showers.

Velvet: Still waiting...

Coco: five more minutes.

Velvet: Until what?

Coco: Just (shows Velvet the timer on her scroll) five more minutes.

Coco swallowed nervously as she felt Velvet's hand tighten upon her collar as the pair watched the time count down. As the display blinked zero, velvet turned her full attention on Coco, a malicious grin crossing her normally peaceful features.

Velvet: Times up.

Coco: (choking) W...w...w...wa...wai... wait.

The sound of bare feet slapping on tiles caused Velvet to loosen her grip on Coco. Velvet kept staring directly into Coco's as they heard a locker door open.

Velvet: (Whispering) You are going to...

Jaune: *High Pitched Girlish Scream

Velvet winced, which caused her to let go of Coco, who took the chance to peek around the lockers.

Coco: (Squealing) OMG she's so adorable!

Jaune: What the fuck happened to me!!!

Velvet: (Looking about the corner of the lockers) Jaune?

Jaune: (Now hastily trying to find anything that would fit her petite form.) No, no, no, no, no, no, no.... this can't be real...

Coco: It worked... she's adorable... and precious...

Velvet: (Yanks Coco back around the corner) What DID you do?

SLAM

Jaune: Is... is... is someone there?

Velvet bit her lip, cursing herself for shoving Coco against the lockers that hard.

Jaune: Please... is someone is there... I could use some help... I think? Please?

Coco pushes Velvet back and high tails it around the corner, scooping up the barely over four foot tall loli, that used to be the just over six foot tall Jaune Arc.

Jaune: COCO!?!

Coco: Don't worry, sweetie, momma will take good care of you.

Velvet: (Recovered from Coco's push, walks about the corner, glaring) Coco what did y... (Velvet choked at seeing a red-faced Jaune cradled in Coco's arms.)

Jaune: (crying) Help me? I don't know what is going on?

Coco: Hush, now. It's okay, Auntie Velvet and Mommy Coco are here to take care of you.

Velvet: Auntie? Mommy?

Coco: Bun-Bun check our lockers, see if there's a shirt or something Jaune can wear like a dress.

It took five minutes, but Velvet was able to find something and Coco was able to finally get Jaune to stop crying. She even stayed still long enough for Coco to style her absurdly long golden blond hair into a pair of twin-tails. Which for some reason pleased Jaune immensely.

Velvet: (Whispering to Coco as Jaune looked at herself in the mirror on the door of Coco's locker) Explain. Now!

Coco: (Returning the whisper) After. We need to see this darling back to our dorm safely.

Velvet: (Still whispering) NO! Jaune is going back to his... her dorm!

Coco: (Also still whispering) Who will take care of the little angel? She can't be left alone... what... what if she ran into Cardin?

Velvet: ...

Coco: Our dorm, it is. (Turns to Jaune) Sweetie, come take my hand we'll go back to the room okay?

Jaune: Okay mommy Coco.

Coco's brain froze, and her heart stopped, her eyes wide in pure utter joy. It wasn't what she expected from Ozpin's first concoction, but she wasn't going to complain about spending time with the precious little angel. She always thought she wanted to have children at some point... this was just confirming it.

Velvet just looked on, a sense of defeat filling her. Coco did something, and until she could get her alone, Velvet wasn't going to get any answers from the fashionista. Picking Up Jaune's scroll, Velvet flicked Coco in the nose to snap her out of her fantasies.

Jaune: Can I watch "Super Magical Garment Bunny Faunus Girl?"

Velvet: We'll see when we get back to the room. Okay?

Jaune: Okay, Auntie.

Velvet felt her chest tighten. It was almost too much adorable sweetness for her to handle, but she had to. Someone had to figure out Coco's game, and put a stop to it.