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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years ago

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You guys JUST met this guy??? But alright, let's get Luisa some MAN attention in here-

"THAT'S MY FUCKING GIRL!!!"

He called out to her, giving her a thumbs up as he set the crate down. Luisa said she had chores to do today, so he decided, to spend more time with her, he'd help. He couldn't do as much as her, like lift a church, but moving crates and supplies was little work he had no problem taking over for her. He appreciated her, genuinely. Super tall, super sweet, super...pretty. Okay, so Donovan was super attracted to his super buff and super strong girlfriend. It wasn't his fault! Not when she had such pretty eyes and pretty hair and pretty lips that he just really wanted to-

"Donnie?"

"Huh? What?"

Suddenly she was right next to him, wiping the sweat from her brow.

"I said, do you wanna go to my place for a bit? You look like you could use something to drink."

"Oh uh, sure. I'd love to."

He got to hold her hand as they walked, and he couldn't help but be a bit flustered. Her hand was so soft too, it was like being hugged by a cloud. They made it there, and a beeline right for the kitchen, where her mom was making some kind of drink.

"Oh, you're back early!"

"Yeah, Donnie helped me with a lot of stuff."

"Not like she needed me, this girl is fucking awesome out there."

Luisa blushed a bit at the compliment, even though it was true. Julieta smiled, handing them both a glass.

"Such a little gentleman! Here, have some Uchuva."

Whatever the hell that was, it was terribly sweet. He didn't adore it, but she clearly did, so he shut up and drank it.

"Gracias, mami. Hey uh, Donovan is gonna come upstairs with me, I need give him something he left of his."

"Go on then. Don't forget, dinner is at eight!"

Luisa gave her a nod as Donovan walked upstairs with her.

"Uh...you don't have anything of mine."

"I don't? Huh. Oh well, you're already up here."

He saw that smirk on her face. Sneaky sneaky. She opened the door to her room, and he lightly whistled.

"Woah. Nice in here."

It was mostly...rocks. Rock walls, floors, furniture. But what made this room really hers, was the ceiling. The rocks were carved out, letting the stars act as her light. She chuckled, fumbling through her dresser for something.

"This is just the room everyone else sees. In the back, I have some other stuff. I'm uh, gonna shower real quick, you mind?"

"No no, you do you, I'll just hang here."

Luisa kissed his forehead, and left. He stood there, unsure of what to do. Then it clicked. He was in a girl's rooms. HIS girl's room. Something about that fact made him freak out, as if he had just snuck in here on his own. He looked around, thinking about leaving, but that'd be rude, right?

"Look. You're fine. You're just. In the room of your super hot girlfriend. You're fine. Just. Don't do something stupid."

He did something stupid. He started to snoop. He looked around, seeing pictures of her family, trophies and medals, and her bed. Oh her bed was precious.

"Oh my god. She's got unicorn plushies AND sheets-I love her so fucking much."

She was too cute for her own good. He looked around some more, before noticing there was another door. Despite common sense, he opened it, revealing the view of an endless, open beach. The salty air hit his nose through here, and the pink sand amongst the various weight equipment only proved this was hers. Luisa was fascinating, constantly full of surprises. He thought about walking in, when he heard her door start to open. He shut the door, and immediately leapt for her bed, taking a seat just in time.

"You sat there the whole time?"

"Uh...yeah. Didn't. Want to invade your space."

Help him, help him, she was in her bath robe. It was big and fuzzy and purple and her hair looked SO pretty when it was down and wet like this. Luisa chuckled, tossing her clothes in her hamper in the corner.

"I wouldn't have minded. I mean you're my boyfriend so...ow."

His attention was taken away when he heard that. It was rare for her to be physically hurt, but when it did happen, he was on that shit.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I pulled something carrying that last donkey, kinda hurts right here, at my shoulder."

"Dumbass-I told you to stretch beforehand."

"I know, I know. I just wanted to get it done quickly, I really wanted to spend more time with you."

God. Dammit. He felt his face explode, before he sighed, scooted over, and patted the bed.

"Come here, I'll massage it. Dad gets body cramps all the time, this is what mom does."

He was glad she didn't fight him on this, sitting down without any retort. He was about to reach up to touch her, before realizing two things. One, he was about to touch his girlfriend, fresh out of the shower, in a place he hadn't before. Two, he needed her to push her robe down to even fucking reach-

"You okay back there?"

"Yeah I just need you to drop the robe. Just a bit, I can't reach."

She did that, letting it fall past her shoulders, and showing just a bit of her back. Holy shit, holy shit her muscles looked good enough to bite into. Relax, you fucking pervert. He got up a bit on his knees, and put his hands on her shoulders, just getting her used to his touch. His nervousness was obvious, and she chuckled.

"Donnie, you can just say you don't know what you're doing-"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm just, worried I might go a bit too hard. Stop me if I am, or imma go bat shit."

She looked pretty when she blushed like that. His fingertips pushed into her, alongside his thumbs. He went hard, knowing her muscles needed a bit more than the average effort. She seemed to sink into his touch, sighing in relief.

"Okay, take it back. You definitely know what you're doing."

"The massage, or taking care of my girl?"

"Both. I'm...still not used to you calling me that."

"Me too. Can't believe you're with an angry shithead like me. Is it the hair?"

She chuckled, turning her head to look at him.

"It's part of it. I also like that you're strong for me. Like, you stick up for me, you support me, you encourage me, and if I'll be honest, I kinda...like the angry, a bit. Kinda comes off as passionate."

She was looking at him with those pretty eyes, it made him focus on where he was massaging. But he had to look away immediately, because he could totally see her cleavage like this.

"I like stuff about you too. I like that you're sweet. I like that you're pretty. I like that you're strong. I like that you keep me calm and that...shit, princess, I just really like you."

She used her finger to give him a little push, chuckling as her face seemed to only get redder. Red suited her.

"That name is so dumb. I hate that I like it."

"Well I mean, that's what you are. To me, at least."

"Oh, stop it."

He hated when she did that. When she didn't believe him when he said good things about her. He leaned over her shoulder, meeting her eyes as he went on.

"No, I'm serious! I think you're like a princess. You're pretty, you're sweet, you even do the animal thing! I mean it's with donkeys but you get the idea. Look, how about this. You have tomorrow off, right? We'll get you a dress. A real big fancy one. And whatever girly shit your ass wants. Whatever makes you look like the princess I already see. Deal?"

She put her hand on his chest, looking at him with such fondess that it made HIM feel like a big shot.

"You hate shopping. Youd do that for me?"

"Absolutely. Whatever you need, imma do. I want you to count on me."

"...you know, if you think of me as a princess, does that make you a prince?"

He snorted as he put his whole weight on her, trying to ignore how much of her skin he was technically touching.

"Shit, if that'll keep you around, I'll be some prissy prince."

"And princes kiss princesses, right?"

He knew exactly what she was getting at. He cupped her cheek, and carefully pressed his lips against hers. She was so soft, even her grip on his wrist was gentle as gentle could be. They've had a few kisses, usual pecks. But this, this felt like it meant something. It kinda got to his head, honestly. In between kisses, he felt himself groan softly against her.

"Damn I love your lips, baby."

She seemed to freeze at his words, and he just now realized HOW he said his words. Like he was coming onto her. He cleared his throat, feeling embarrassed that he dared to talk to her like that.

"Donnie-"

"No no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that. I don't like, EXPECT stuff from you and..."

His thoughts drifted as she held onto his hand, keeping it against her cheek.

"No no. It doesn't bother me. I was...uhm. Gonna say, I kinda. Liked it. If you uh...want to do stuff, we can."

No way he heard what he heard. He glanced briefly at her chest, immediately regretting it because god dammit her cleavage was RIGHT there.

"Lulu, I uh. Think I didn't hear you right. It kinda sounded like you're saying you wanna have sex-"

"I did."

"...oh."

Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh every cussword in every language. The hottest girl ever, wanted to fuck HIM. She winced upon seeing his face.

"You're steaming, Donnie. If you don't WANT to, we can just-"

He didn't know how he did what he did. He just knew he somehow had her on her back, and he was right on top of her, elbows propped up so he can peer down at her. She looked so...pretty, wet hair over her pillows, robe disheveled, cheeks on fire and her eyes looking at him in surprise. How dare she be so cute?

"Gimme a safeword. You're gonna need it."

They BOTH were steaming at this point, like two kettles in a tea house. She fumbled with her thoughts, before getting an idea.

"Pressure."

Good enough for him. He leaned down to kiss her again, relishing in the fact that he was allowed to make the proper sounds he wanted. Amongst his own groans, he heard hers. Oh shit was it cute. She was begging for it.

"Wait, was that little sound from you?"

"...no?"

"You're a dirty little liar. You MOANED for me. You should do more of that. A lot more."

He pressed his lips against hers again, and in between their lips, in between his tongue grazing against her own, he pulled at her robe, till it opened. He lifted himself up a bit to look at her, and his confidence faltered. She was. Woah. Way too pretty for him. A big, fit body, perfect with muscles, decorated in freckles, and every part of her was beautifully big and thick. Including her chest. Oh help him they were huge. She winced at his face, about to pull her robe back over herself.

"I'm sorry, I know it's a lot, we can do it with it on-"

"Damn bitch, let me admire the shit out of you for like two seconds, you're fucking gorgeous."

She stared up at him, as if he just recited some romantic ass poetry to her.

"You're...not lying?"

"If I lie to you about how much I love you, you get to kill me. Or get your sister to, she'd actually beat my shit in."

"Which one?"

"Both, honestly. But my point is, I think you're the most beautiful woman ever. I think you're my pretty princess."

Oh she LOVED that, he could tell from how she tried to cover her mouth with her palm. How he was the only guy who saw her as gorgeous, he had no fucking clue.

"You're embarrassing me..."

"Is it embarrassing if my pretty princess LIKES all the attention?"

He wanted to kiss her lips again, but with her covering it, he had to try something else. He buried his face in the crook of her neck instead, kissing along her pretty skin. So soft, and he swore she smelked like lavender and cupcakes. He let his hand trail down her stomach, till his hand was right between her legs. Oh there was a bit of curly hair that tickled her fingertips, he kept reminding himself to NOT lose his shit.

"Donnie, can you uh..."

"Can I what, baby?"

"Can you call me the other name too?"

"What, you mean teddy bear?"

She gave a mini scream as she nodded, and god dammit did he love that shit. He leaned down to sneak a kiss at her nose, before he started to rub at her pussy, just slow enough to get her used to his touch.

"I can do that. I can do whatever you want. Whatever makes you happy. Just keep those legs open for me, I'll make you the happiest teddy bear in the world."

She did as he said, keeping those pretty things to the side to give his hand that much needed space he needed. The space he needed to smear her wetness over her pubic hair, to rub it over her folds, to brush over her clit. To make her make those pretty sounds he was really starting to get addicted to. Her shakey little voice was helpless, and for once, he liked seeing her so weak.

"You can uh, p-put them inside if you want."

"What, you want my fingers inside your pussy? Like this?"

He may have been getting carried away, but he couldn't help but push a finger into her, and watch as she gripped onto the sheets below. He watched her bite her pretty bottom lip as she nodded.

"You can put m-more. I can handle a lot more."

"Oh yeah? Alright. I'll give you more."

He shoved three fingers into her, pushing them in and out. It made such a loud, wet sound, and he wanted to be inside those tight little walls. His own dick was straining against his pants, giving him a bit of pain, but that didn't matter. She did.

"T-thank you."

He snorted, leaning down to press his forehead against hers.

"Don't thank me yet. Don't thank me till I get my dick right inside this wet little cunt."

"Can it...c-can it be now? This is killing me, Donnie. I need more than just the fingers."

He wanted to scold her, but he was too excited about the idea of a girl THIS fine being Impatient for him. He got off of her, took off his shirt (he tried not to get even more confident upon her checking him out as much as she was), before taking himself out of his pants. He was more ready than he thought, all from just a few moments of fingering his girlfriend. He stroked himself for a moment, getting her use to the sight of him. That, and well...it was kinda hot, her watching.

"You SURE you want this, right? Because you can stop me at ANY point."

"I don't want you to stop. Donnie, please?"

She put her hand between her legs, and parted her folds for him, letting him take a look inside of her pink, hot, wet insides. Didn't have to tell him twice. He reached for the condom in his pants, and after opening it with his teeth and sliding it over himself, he got down to it. He held onto his cock as he slowly pushed himself in, and he banged his fist against the headboard upon pushing himself in fully. That felt. WAY better than it should. She shouldn't be this cute and be THIS tight, it made him feel WEAK.

"God DAMMIT, baby."

"W-what? Are you okay?"

"No. No I'm not. You're too fuckin' pretty, and you feel too good around me. Unfortunately, I think you got me hooked on you."

He kept himself propped up as he started to push himself back and forth. Slowly at first, knowing if he went full force so soon, he'd only last a second. Her hands held onto her sheets, and he watched as his strong girl seemed to unravel underneath him.

"D-Donnie, you...feel really good."

"You're one to talk. Tight little pussy, cute little face...I'm a lucky guy, you know that?"

"You're not just saying that because we're doing it?"

He took a hold of her cheeks, tilting her head to the side, in order to kiss her pretty cheek.

"Nope. I'm lucky before and after. I just REALLY like fucking you, but I don't think you're complaining."

He couldn't help but give her kisses upon kisses, taking in the smell of her pretty shampoo, finding himself picking up the pace. Should he be going so fast? Probably not, but she'd stop him if he was too much. For now, he wanted to fuck the prettiest girl in the world. He kept his face buried into the nape of her neck, and just stopped thinking, just let his body do all the work.

"No. No, no covering that pretty mouth. I wanna hear it. Wanna hear how you sound when I'm with you."

She was wordless now, but sure as hell not silent. Her hand wanted to cover her mouth, try to save some dignity, but she wasn't allowed to have that, not now. Not as his hips started to buck into her, not as he was starting to use her to make himself feel so fucking good.

"Fuck, you feel so good, teddy bear. You feel like you belong with me. Like this is the pussy I'm SUPPOSED to fuck."

She wasn't looking at him anymore. Hell, they were closed at this point. But it didn't matter to him. She looked pretty like this, eyes forced shut and her cheeks drenched in blush, sweat coming down her frame. He could feel himself throb, all for her.

"You make me so fucking angry sometimes. I see you out there every day, and you don't know how fucking sexy I find you. You know how many times I almost wanted to sneak you off into some alley and take out all my anger on this pussy? You're so unfair. You're a real fucking tease, teddybear."

Her poor hips tried to buck against him, clearly wanting more of him. She wanted more, she'd get more. He forced her to open her mouth, and forced his tongue past her lips. She loved the feeling of his tongue rolling against hers, hardly letting her breathe, he swore it was practically shoving her off of that edge.

"Teddy bear likes to get tongue fucked. How cute. If that's what you want."

His hips kept moving, his tongue and his lips kept kissing and licking, was it any wonder she came? Her sound was so pretty, he swore it even tasted sweet as he swallowed it. She tried to speak, probably something about his turn, but he didn't need it. He pushed himself in as full as he could, and came. He wished he could've cum inside her. Something about her made him want to just do it, even though it was a terrible idea.

They sat there for a moment, trying to catch their poor breaths, before he pulled away, tossing the condom into her trash. He was about to ask if she needed something, before her head was right on his chest, and her big arms were wrapped around him. He chuckled, putting his hand on her head.

"Happy?"

"Mhmm. Very. I'm...glad we did that. I mean I've done it before, but never with a guy."

"Oh. That's news. I hope I didn't just ruin it for the guys team then."

She chuckled at his joke, shaking her head.

"No no. It was nice. It was...a lot more than I expected, a little overwhelming, but I liked it. I like you."

"I like you too. A lot. I like your shampoo too, shit smells like a bakery's asshole."

She snorted as she looked up at him, catching him playing with a piece of her hair.

"Donnie, can I say something, and you not freak out?"

"Go for it."

"I don't like you. I love you. I'm glad you're my boyfriend."

She meant it. He could see it in her pretty eyes. He smiled, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"And I love you. I'm glad you're my princess."

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"Oh. Donovan. I didn't expect to see you here so early."

Luisa tried to get him out of her room early, but she had overslept, so she decided he should at least get some breakfast before sending him home. Donovan nodded at her as he started to pile on his plate.

"We uh. Had a sleepover."

Antonio called out from the dining room table.

"Why wasn't I invited?! I like sleepovers!"

"Next time, little man! Imma eat, then we'll head out Teddy bear."

He kissed her hand real quick before heading over to go eat. Julieta chuckled in amusement.

"He's in good spirits. Maybe he just needed a nap. What can I get you for breakfast, mija?"

"I uhm. Would actually just like some tea."

"Oh of course! I have this new tea that tastes EXACTLY like mangos-"

"No. I mean. The tea Dolores takes. The one she makes sure to have it after she hangs out with Mariano."

She seemed confused, before she gasped, hands over her mouth.

"Oh! Oh. You and Donovan?"

"Last night. Yeah. I can tell you that, right?"

"Oh of course! I'm just. Surprised. Oh my girl is growing up! Now, I'll make you a tea. Let's just not tell your father-"

"Tell me what?"

"Ay Agustín."

She sighed as Agustín seemed to pop out of nowhere. She held onto her husband's hands.

"I'm going to tell you something. I need you to not make a scene. Alright?"

"Okay, scaring me, but I'm following."

Luisa looked at her with worry, before she continued.

"Luisa is taking those tea's now. You know, the birth control one. Because her and Donovan are...starting to have sex."

Julieta winced as Agustín's fingers gripped into her hands. She hoped that cracking sound wasn't as bad as it sounded. Luisa shrunk a bit at her father's disbelief.

"Dad, I AM an adult. I CAN do these things. Are you...mad?"

"Not mad. Just. Surprised. And scared. And I might throw up. But I'm fine. Totally fine. You are an adult. Long as it was consensual and safe. I...Julie help me sit down."

Luisa winced as Agustín needed help taking a seat. But upon hearing Donovan yell that her mom's coffee was 'fucking bitchin', she realized she wouldn't take it back.

Not with her prince.

#not transformers #encanto #lemon #asks #this took so long holy shit #but yeah there we go #Luisa feels love #and Agustín is about to pass out

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sunsetinmyvein · 4 years ago

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Mayhem

A/N - So, it was too late to incorporate any of this into I Know That I’ll Lose, but let it be known that Matty getting a puppy did not go unnoticed by my writing inspiration. Have this adorable thing.

Matty adopts a puppy, Matty ends up back at the pet store more than he expected. Short, fluffy Matthew Healy x Reader sorta thing.

It had been three days since Matty brought a new puppy back to the studio. Three days of a black fluff ball romping about under their feet any time they tried to move from one room to another. George had tried to convince him that it wasn’t a great idea to get another dog considering how little time he spent at home. But he regretted missing out on the majority of Allen’s childhood and he was bound to London for the foreseeable future, so he figured now was as good a time as any to get a puppy. Things were going pretty well so far - Mayhem adjusted nicely to the new environment and he was a (mostly) welcome addition to the homely space of the studio. The only issue was that he didn’t seem to be eating much. Or… at all. On the first day it was easy enough to assume that he had already been fed at the pet store and wasn’t hungry, the second day could be put down to settling in nerves, but Matty was beginning to get concerned that he still didn’t seem to want his food. Perhaps it was the taste? He figured that all dog food probably tasted fairly similar from brand to brand, but maybe not if you were the target audience.

“I’m goin’ out, George.” He shouted over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys and slipped his wallet into his pocket.

“Where?” His friend’s voice called back down the hallway.

“Pet store to get Mayhem food. Make sure he doesn’t destroy anything.” He answered, about the pull the door shut behind him before he heard George continue.

“He’s not my dog, Matt.” He replied, the mild annoyance seeping into the tone of his voice.

“You own stuff in here too.” Matty half-sung back. “Bye!”

The shop he had gotten Mayhem from was only a few minutes down the road. As he stepped up to the counter, he rehearsed one last time in his head what he had come in here for. He didn’t want to seem like a bad dog owner, like it was something that he was doing that was resulting in his pet not eating. But he was quickly beaten to the punch as the cashier turned to face him. She gave him a curious look before the recognition flashed across her face. “You came in and bought the black cane corso the other day, yeah?” She asked with a friendly smile. He nodded in response. “What was it…” She frowned, clearly trying her best to remember. “Matthew?”

“Matty’s better.” He answered, finding himself returning the smile.

“And Mayhem, right?” She asked. He was mildly impressed that she remembered so many details from a fifteen-minute interaction.

He laughed lightly, “Yeah, that’s it.”

“How’s he going?” She asked with excitement.

He went to start going on about how cute and playful he was - as he had to anyone else who asked - before catching himself. “Well, that’s actually why I’m here.” He started, pulling his mind back to the reason that he had walked in. “He just doesn’t seem to want to eat the food that I had at home?” He asked hesitantly.

“Oh, that’s no problem. I’ll show you what we were feeding him here.” She said as she quickly stepped around the counter and started walking towards the dog food. “It’s a bit more expensive, but it’s better quality and more palatable to most dogs. That’s why we use it for the dogs here.” She explained to Matty as she led him through the store.

“That’s fine.” He shrugged. “As long as he likes it, the cost isn’t an issue.”

“Wish there were more dog owners like you.” She huffed under her breath, earning a quiet laugh out of him in response. After a quick scan of the aisle, she picked up a fairly large white bag and handed it out to him. “He was eating this stuff when he was with us and seemed to enjoy it.”

“Thanks. Hopefully he still likes it.” He chuckled as he gratefully took the bag.

“I’ll put it through for you.” She added, nodding back in the direction of the counter. Matty followed behind closely as he clutched the dog food closer to him. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was just because he hadn’t had much in the way of human contact with anyone other than George for the last few weeks, but this felt… oddly nice. If he didn’t have a starving canine at home, he probably would’ve made an attempt to drag out the interaction. But, he did. So, he paid for the dog food, and continued on his way.

* * *

Thankfully for Matty, Mayhem took to the new food very well. He was eating regularly as soon as the old stuff was out of his bowl. And for a while, things were great with the pup - he took naps on the couch with his owner, he stayed in his crate at night without complaints, he only stole small amounts of food off of low lying, unattended plates - it was all going swimmingly. However, it was clear that there were still a few teething problems. Quite literally.

“Hey! Drop that!” Matty yelled as he chased Mayhem under the table.

“I told you-” George started from his seat on the couch as the dog squirmed his way through the chair legs and continued running through the house with an amp lead in his mouth.

“Shut it, George.” Matty shouted back, trying to right himself too quickly and smacking his head on the underside of the table. He stared daggers into the back of the drummer’s head while he regained his balance before running after his dog.

“You can’t keep letting him chew stuff every time we have to shut him out of the room.” He continued as the duo suddenly ended up in front of him when Mayhem tried to (unsuccessfully) fit himself under a couch.

“He’s fine.” He tried to reason through gritted teeth as he picked the puppy up. As soon as his paws were off the ground, he let go of the lead. But alas, there was no saving it, his needle-sharp puppy teeth had already done their damage.

“No, he’s not. That’s the second thing he’s wrecked today.” George argued as he picked up the cord and wound it up. “Just put him in his crate.” He suggested.

Matty held Mayhem up to make sure that he hadn’t hurt himself by chewing on things he wasn’t meant to, sighing in relief when he seemed fine. “But he shouldn’t have to be holed up in the crate just because we don’t want him making noise in the room with us.” It didn’t seem fair to this poor dog to have to spend half of the day cooped up just because he had production work to do.

“Well, you have to do something.”

“I know, I know.” He snapped back, pulling the dog closer to himself as he tried to think of other ideas. He was just bored, not being naughty on purpose.

“Because if he moves onto anything of mine, I’m not gonna be happy about it. Mayhem might be meeting Allen sooner than planned.” George said with a pointed look.

“I’ll just get him more things to keep him occupied.” Matty said, the idea quickly making more and more sense the more the gears turned in his brain. “I can go get him those puzzle feeder things, and those toys that you put peanut butter in, and chew toys. I’ll go get him a bunch of that shit.” He said as he put his puppy back on the ground, who instantly bounded off happily to go destroy something else.

“You better go soon because-”

“I know. I’m going right now.” He nodded as he grabbed his keys off the coffee table.

He hadn’t really expected to be back in this pet store three times in eight days, but here he was. Again. Feeling like a terrible dog owner. Again. He walked up to the counter, seeing the girl that had served him the last two times stocking shelves with her back to him. Matty cleared his throat, trying to politely get her attention. “Erm, hi.” He smiled as she turned around.

“Hey, Matty!” She grinned back. “Didn’t expect you back so soon. How can I help?”

Fuck. She still remembered his name and he didn’t even know hers after what was now three interactions. Was she just good with names or was there just not that many customers coming through here? He supposed probably not at the moment. His eyes quickly scanned over the name tag on her uniform, committing it to memory. Wait, shit, she asked me a question. “I need a chew toy, something to keep Mayhem occupied if I’m out or busy.” He finally answered.

“Ah, is he getting bored?” She asked with a curious look.

“He must be, because he chewed through one of my guitar leads.” Matty chuckled, trying to make light of a bad situation.

But the look of shock on her face blew any attempts of that right out of the water. “It wasn’t on, was it?” She asked with a clear sense of worry.

“Thankfully, no.” He answered with a shake of his head.

She let out a relieved breath. “Good to hear.” She nodded, stepping around the counter and starting to walk into the store. He supposed that was his invitation to follow. “Poor buddy could’ve done himself some serious damage.”

The two of them stood in front of a wall of various pet toys and the sheer amount of variety was borderline overwhelming to Matty. He was rather glad that he had sought out help. She turned to him as she grabbed a couple of options off the hooks. “Was it expensive?” She asked.

“The cord wasn’t, the guitar is.” He huffed. “But the cord is easy to replace. I just don’t want him deciding to chew on my other equipment.” He added quickly. He didn’t want to come across as angry about what was realistically quite a small problem. It just needed fixing sooner rather than when George decided to wring his neck over it.

“You play other stuff?” She questioned.

“I play a lot of things.” He shrugged casually, not wanting to make a huge fuss about it. Matty enjoyed that these interactions were about his dog rather than the aspects of his life most other people chose to focus on. Not that he could blame them, his career took up the majority of his life, but the change was nice.

“A man of many talents.” She noted.

“And a master of none of them.” He laughed.

She turned to him, handing him a selection of chew toys. “He’s probably starting to feel his adult teeth coming through and wanting some stuff to gnaw on. Something like a rope toy or soft plastic might be good, or even a rawhide treat.” She explained. “You could maybe get him bones as well.” He nodded as he intently listened to her advice. “Or if you were after things to keep him occupied, you can also get some puzzle toys. But those usually require treats to dispense for the dog to want to play with them”

“Yeah, can I grab some of them too?” He said eagerly. It took about ten minutes for her to show him all of the options available, Matty relishing in the chance to have some casual chit chat in between aisles. By the time she had shown him just about everything a puppy could use to kill time, he had a shopping basket full of options to entertain Mayhem. Surely this would be enough to keep George happy. “Thanks for this.” He said with an appreciative smile as she began scanning them through the register.

“It’s no problem. Always happy to help out if it means an animal is gonna be better off.” She beamed back at him. He was suddenly hit with the reminder that he enjoyed their interaction the last time he was here, and he was enjoying this one more. But the little voice in the back of his mind was quick to mention the puppy who was probably chewing through a soundboard at the moment.

“Hopefully I can get these to him before he works his teeth into something else.” He added sheepishly.

“Well, I’ll let you get out of here then.” She handed him the heavy bag of pet toys. “I’ll see you soon.” She said with an expression that Matty probably would’ve called humorous. Was that a joke? Clearly three visits in one week wasn’t usual. But he figured she probably wouldn’t have been as friendly to him if she minded that. And he couldn’t really say that he felt bad about it.

“Apparently, at the rate I’m goin’.” He laughed back over his shoulder as he walked back to his car. A nagging feeling sat at the back of his mind that he was probably going to be back here pretty soon.

* * *

The toys did the trick for keeping Mayhem away from any expensive equipment. And for keeping George off Matty’s back (for now). Between things to chew on and things to solve, that puppy barely had time for cuddles and naps. That didn’t stop him from trying to push his luck on occasion, though. Matty was sitting at his desk in the middle of an interview when he spied Mayhem about to wrap his teeth around one of his shoes. “Hold on a second, let me just shout at my dog.” He said offhandedly to the screen as he pushed himself back to get a better view of what he was trying to do. As soon as he called out to him, Mayhem bounded over like nothing had happened. “I’ve got you loads of toys, you don’t need to chew that.” As if completely understanding his owner the puppy picked up the rope toy that was sat at the base of the coffee table. Matty eyed the rope toy that Mayhem was chewing on, thinking back to the girl at the pet store. It had been a week since his last visit. Would it be weird if he went back again? It would definitely be weird if he went there and someone else was working. It would defeat the whole point. He tuned back into the interview, the thought of going back for social reasons playing on his mind as he carried on.

After an hour the interview had wrapped up. It was just before three in the afternoon, the pet store would still be open. Matty quietly picked up his car keys, hoping to make a silent escape. But he had no such luck. “Where are you going?” George asked with a frown over the back of the lounge.

“Uh, out.” He shrugged, trying and failing to be nonchalant. His best friend just stared him down until he answered properly. “The pet store.” He eventually confessed.

George had a sneaking suspicion that he already knew the answer to the question he wanted to ask, but he couldn’t help himself, “What for this time?”

Matty paused for a moment, trying to think of a reason to go back. “A new bed.” He answered with a firm nod.

“That bed’s fine.” George gestured to the practically new bed sitting in the crate.

“He’ll need a bigger one soon.” He reasoned with himself more than anyone else, making his way to the door before he could talk himself out of it.

“Why’re you really going?” He heard George ask, the snigger underlying his question echoing down the hallway.

“I’ll be back soon. Bye!”

Within fifteen minutes Matty found himself standing at the - now fairly familiar - counter of the pet store. Despite his bad luck getting out of the house, he was fortunately facing some good luck now. “Back again?” She asked, frowning at the man in front of her curiously.

“I, erm, need a new bed for Mayhem.” He knew it was a poor excuse for coming back in here, because with her memory she’d likely know that he bought one when he picked Mayhem up. But maybe it would be enough to get him by. “He’s taken to thinking that the couch is his.” She seemed fairly unphased by this, just nodding along.

“That’ll happen if you let him sleep on it.” She said, cracking a bit of a smile.

“You’re very knowledgeable about all this dog stuff.” Matty said casually as he tried to strike up more of a conversation.

“Well, I work at a pet store.” She reminded him.

“That’s not-” He stopped, taking in a breath as he tried to get himself back on track. “Do you have one of your own?”

“Yeah! I’ve got a golden retriever.” The vibe of the conversation instantly shifted into a territory Matty was much more comfortable with. She seemed a lot more excited to chat now that he’d brought up her own pets. He was happy to move things away from awkward ground and onto some stuff he could be a bit surer about.

That works. “I’ve heard that those are a really friendly breed.”

“Oh, Roscoe’s got an amazing temperament.” She nodded.

“Mayhem needs another dog friend like that.” He started with a sigh, “He’s so high energy that most dogs don’t want a bar of it.”

She raised an eyebrow at the obvious hint he was dropping, but decided to step around it for the moment. “He doesn’t do well at dog parks?” She asked.

Matty shook his head, “I think it’s all too overwhelming. He gets overzealous and then other dogs snap at him when they don’t want to play that much.” Which, in Matty’s defence, was true. When he took Mayhem to a dog park two days ago, his dog spent most of his time chasing a tennis ball because the other dogs didn’t want to put up with a puppy. “Maybe he’d do better in a one on one environment.” He shrugged.

She couldn’t help the laugh that came out at his lack of subtlety. “Oh, really?” She asked, trying to recompose herself. Matty supposed that was probably his invitation to just cut to the chase.

“Would you be up for it? I could meet you at the dog park down the road sometime next week.” He suggested, trying his best to keep his cool. She thought about this for what felt like a solid minute but he was sure it was probably only a few seconds.

“Sure.” She nodded eventually. “Tuesday morning?”

“I’m sure I could fit that in.” He grinned back.

There was a brief moment of silence where Matty just took in the moment of success until he took his cue to leave before he blew it. “Well, I’ll see you then.” He said as he went to step away from the counter.

“Wait,” She said, stopping him in his tracks as he turned back to her. Shit, what did he forget? “You came in here for a dog bed, didn’t you?”

Oh, no. “Uh, erm, yeah, I suppose I did.” He mumbled quietly as he scratched at the back of his neck. “I’ll go grab one.” He nodded, making his way to the back of the store. After quickly berating his own idiotic memory he grabbed a slightly larger bed than the one Mayhem already had and brought it back up to the counter. He was fairly sure he’d just undone any good work that he had worked towards. Handing the bed over he tried his best to at least be a functioning human being until he got back to his car.

“Hopefully this keeps him off the couch.” The cashier said as she handed it back to him, the humour of the situation pretty evident in her eyes. “And let me know what time on Tuesday.” She added as she passed him a piece of paper with her number on it. Thank fuck for that.

* * *

George had of course given Matty a hard time when he came home and revealed the details of how he nearly came home without what he had left the house for. However, Matty couldn’t really have cared any less, because it still ended up working out all right for him. Very few texts were exchanged other than the ones to arrange an exact time to meet up on Tuesday. He got there fifteen minutes early, sitting on a bench with his puppy in his lap as he tried to calm down his racing mind. He had decided to buy her a coffee on the way as a small gesture to say thanks. Once he had done so, he realised he had no idea if she even liked coffee and suddenly regretted the whole plan. But he had two coffees now, so he might as well offer it. Surely it would still be seen as a nice thought? He needed to calm down. Maybe he shouldn’t have had a coffee.

“It’ll be fine.” He told himself as he took in a deep breath. “Won’t it, buddy?” He asked as he nudged Mayhem. His dog looked back up at him with his large brown eyes, giving no indication that he was nervous. “Well of course it will be fine for you. At the end of the day you still have a small fortune of pet supplies to go home to.” Matty huffed as he ruffled Mayhem’s ears. His dog seemed very happy about this development.

He heard her call his name before he saw her, turning to see a large golden retriever bounding his way. From his position on the bench, he and Mayhem came nose to nose as the new dog ran up to introduce himself. It hadn’t been intentional but it definitely worked very well for their first meeting to not overwhelm the poor puppy with height differences. When the two dogs seemed to have no hostility between them, Matty put Mayhem down on the ground. As soon as his paws touched the grass the two of them were off. He half kept an eye on his dog running amok as he turned to the girl sitting next to him.

“This is for you,” He said as he held out the second coffee. “as thanks.”

She let out an appreciative noise as she picked it up. “You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I wanted to.” He corrected.

“Well… thank you.” She nodded, flashing him a friendly smile. So far so good.

After twenty minutes of playing, the two canines were finally starting to calm down a bit. “They’re getting on really well.” She noted, taking the last sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, it’s good to see.” He agreed with a nod. “Allen was so much easier to socialise, but he was a much calmer puppy than Mayhem is.” Matty said with a sigh.

She paused for a moment at that, considering what he had just said. “An old dog?” She asked.

“Uh, no, he’s not that old. He’s about five.” He answered.

“You have another dog?” She frowned.

He probably shouldn’t have mentioned that in hindsight. “Well, sort of, I co-own him with my mate Sam. He doesn’t live with me.” He tried his best to talk his way around it, but he knew exactly what was coming next. It was gonna come up sooner or later, he supposed.

“Why didn’t you just socialise Mayhem with the dog you already have?” She questioned.

“Because then I wouldn’t have had an excuse to ask you out for a coffee.” He answered honestly.

She laughed loudly, but didn’t seem upset by this information. That was good. “You could’ve just asked me out for coffee as opposed to going to all this trouble.”

“Ah, but where’s the fun in that?”

#Matthew Healy x Reader #Matty Healy x Reader #Sunsetinmyvein

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Who Says You Can't Go Home - Chapter 4

Darkwing Duck (90s series) fanfiction

Sequel to my recent fanfic The Other Side of Me

Summary: Down on his luck, the Negaverse Launchpad crashes at Launchpad’s parents looking for help. Launchpad, who has avoided visiting his family since he started working with Darkwing, returns in a panic to ensure his double isn’t causing trouble. And then it gets awkward.

Chapter 1

***

“Are we there yet? I thought you said this was supposed to be fun?”

Launchpad shook his head and grinned. “Nearly there, kiddo.” The whining should have been bugging him. But he was surprised she’d actually come. This one was much more of a troublemaker than his Gosalyn had been. Not that she hadn’t upset her adoptive father on more than one occasion, but that had always been innocently. She’d been such an odd child.

“Are you listening to me?”

“No.”

“Launchpad doesn’t ignore me.”

“I’m not your Launchpad.” The Negaverse Launchpad took one last drag on his cigarette, then stomped it out under his boot and carefully kicked dirt over it. “Look, we’re here.”

They’d come upon a derelict little shack. Behind it ran an old creek bed, all but dry in the arid weather.

Gosalyn frowned. “I’m still not impressed.”

“Man, you’re a tough little nut, aren’t you?” Launchpad booted open the rusty door, and the whole hovel rattled and shook. A single, not-quite-upright support column propped up a support beam that ran across the centre of the roof. The column visibly swayed, dust rained down from the rotting ceiling and the old kerosene lamp he’d hung up bounced around, but the shack stood firm. One day he was going to send the whole thing crashing down, and that was exactly the reason Launchpad kept booting the door in so hard. Inside was littered with fuel cans, butane canisters, a couple lengths of PVC pipe, crates of bottles and cans, some old course rope, and, of course, potatoes.

Gosalyn raised an eyebrow. “Where’s the gun? This is just a pile of trash.”

Launchpad winced. The terrible thing was she was right. He really missed his rocket launcher. He scooped up the PVC pipe and tossed it to her. “Well, you’re going to learn how to make a gun from a pile of trash. Grab the other half. I’ll get the potatoes.”

Gosalyn looked at him like he’d grown another head. But he definitely had her hooked. She grabbed the other length of pipe, and carried them both outside.

Launchpad gulped at the lump in his throat. Oh man. He was getting attached way too fast. Hanging out with Gosalyn had roused that faint feeling of guilt down inside. He’d have liked to have thought he’d gotten between his Gosalyn and Negaduck once or twice, that he’d protected her. But the truth was, despite all his faults, Negaduck would never dream of physically hurting his daughter. He had other ways of keeping her in line. Launchpad had never stood between them; he’d never had the guts. He’d just been the guy who was usually around when Negaduck got so fed up with his daughter he felt like hurting someone. At least now his Gosalyn was being looked after way better then he’d ever been capable of in Negaduck’s house. She was better off without him.

Launchpad huffed and hefted up the crate of potatoes. “Bastard.” He booted one of the butane canisters and sent it spinning out the door.

“Hey!”

“Pick it up. We need it.”

Outside, Gosalyn was trying to assemble the bits of PVC pipe, her tongue stuck out in concentration.

“Here.” Launchpad set up the pipe to form the canon, resting it on its makeshift tripod so it pointed out and over the dry creek bed. Across the other side he’d previously set up crates, bottles and cans. And, most importantly, nothing that he’d get in trouble for hurling a potato clean through.

Gosalyn was picking up on the general idea. She rifled through the crate of potatoes, picked a good sized one, and rolled it down the tube. Then she scowled. “How’s a bit of plastic supposed to fire a potato?”

Launchpad picked up the tin of butane and spun it around so Gosalyn could see the ‘caution: flammable’ warning on its side. “We’re going to set this. On fire.”

“You’ve really got a theme, don’t you?”

Launchpad filled the tube with gas, and sat himself behind the pipe to line her up and make sure the recoil didn’t send the whole thing spinning off. That had been pretty funny the first time he’d fired it, and Gosalyn probably would get a kick out of the whole contraption knocking him on his ass. But he wasn’t going to risk it with the child of the superhero who probably still didn’t trust him around. Satisfied everything was set up as safe as a potato gun could be, her lit her up.

The potato shot out of the tube with a pop, sailed through the air and splattered some hundred yards across the other side of the creek.

Gosalyn’s jaw dropped. “Keen gear.”

Launchpad loaded and fired off a half dozen more. Truth was the thing was impossible to aim, and he rarely had to go out to set up new targets. Still, he somehow managed to send a potato splintering through an old crate he’d set up. He broke down laughing, which really confused Gosalyn. He’d spent far too long scratching a likeness of Negaduck into that crate, but you couldn’t actually see it from this distance.

“Okay, you weirdo. If you’re going to sit there and giggle, I think that means its my turn.”

“Alright, alright. Let me get you set up. This things got a fair bit of kick. Wait…” The sound of an engine cut into the desert air. It sounded like a motorbike. Launchpad’s eyes narrowed and his fists tensed at his sides.

“Is that a motorbike? What, what is it?”

“Probably that damn kid.” Launchpad drew in a breath, and fought down the part of himself that still wanted to deal with any annoyance with as much force as possible. He’d kept it at bay last time, even if Mrs McQuack hadn’t been entirely happy when he’d told her what happened. “I caught him riding on the McQuack’s property a few weeks ago. When I told him to clear off, he back-chatted me. So I fired a potato in his general direction. I think he got the message.”

Now, he was going to have to find some other way to deal with the situation. Mrs McQuack had told him off, despite the fact he’d made it clear he hadn’t actually fired the potato straight at the brat. She hadn’t made him do anything dumb like go apologise, but she’d told him not to fire projectiles at or near people again. Especially kids. “At least, I thought he got the message.” Launchpad shielded his eyes as he searched for the machine. It was familiar, but now he wasn’t sure it was that same kid’s bike.

“Fill her up. Check. Aim. Light her up!”

Launchpad didn’t realise what Gosalyn was doing until the PVC pipe let out a decidedly louder than normal pop. The slam of an impact and splintering wood followed a split second later.

Launchpad spun around. “Shit!”

The PVC pipe bounced and rattled along the ground then rolled to rest. Gosalyn slumped against the side of the shack where she’d been thrown, one of the brittle boards cracked and splintered behind her head.

“No, no, no…” Launchpad skidded to his knees beside her and gently shook her shoulders. “Kiddo?”

The motorbike rattled up behind him and the engine shuddered off. Even a bratty kid would help. And if he didn’t, he could donate his bike to getting Gosalyn back to the house as quick as possible.

“Oh. Wow. Nice job. She’s been here, what, three hours? I can’t believe I used to let you babysit. In fact, I can’t believe you’re still alive.”

Launchpad’s chest tightened; he couldn’t breathe. His vision grew fuzzy around the edges. All he could focus on was his trembling hands and how they engulfed Gosalyn’s tiny shoulders. Gosalyn. Launchpad finally managed to suck in a gasp of air, and the oxygen cleared his head. He couldn’t let him hurt this Gosalyn. Launchpad gathered every ounce of his strength and turned to face the voice from his past.

“You ran away from me too, didn’t you?” Negaduck. He was right. There. His yellow and black motorcycle behind him, and Launchpad wondered how he’d ever mistaken its sound for a dirt bike. “So much for loyalty.”

“What are you doing here?” Launchpad’s voice grated and caught in his throat.

“I tailed that idiot Darkwing Duck. Figured I could have a little fun out here.” Negaduck’s beak split into a wide grin. “But this is a surprise. Where’ve you been, buddy?”

“I was never your buddy. You have to leave. Now.” His voice sounded weak, pathetic. Even to his own ears.

Negaduck laughed. “Oh, someone definitely ran away, didn’t they?” The cackle cut off just as quickly, then Negaduck was right on top of him, grabbing him by the collar, pressing his beak against his. “You don’t tell me what to do!”

Launchpad stumbled back under the unexpected weight and his heart-rate rocketed. He shoved Negaduck off and threw up his guard. “Don’t touch me!”

Negaduck raised his hands and took a step back, chuckling. “Someone’s developed a backbone.”

“You can’t. Be here. You’re whole deal is Saint Canard, and Darkwing Duck, and… you can’t mess with the McQuacks. They’re good people. They don’t live in a place like Saint Canard. They can’t deal with all this superhero and villain stuff.”

“The McQuacks, huh?” Negaduck stroked his beak, completely ignoring the fact Launchpad was squared up like he wanted to fight. “Oh, you idiot, what have you been doing? Playing happy little families? This isn’t your world, you know.”

“Never stopped you from trying to take it over.”

Negaduck flung his arms wide. “That’s because I’m ambitious. But now, there’s an idea. Messing with a cute innocent country family whilst Darkwing Duck tries to protect them? Could be fun.”

“Negaduck, don’t.”

“Come on, Launchpad. You know it will be. I know I usually left you in charge of the home front. But, seeing as you’re here, why don’t we both have a little fun?”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Negaduck waggled his eyebrows. “I’ll let you fly my aeroplane.”

The faintest hint of a thrill rose in Launchpad’s chest. He was actually letting him… And then, slowly, he lowered his fists. “I… I can’t believe I let you take that away from me. I’ve got plenty of aeroplanes I can fly now. And the people who own them don’t tease me with them, and make me feel like I have to earn every last little shred of respect!”

“Been behaving yourself, have you? Got them fooled? Please. What do you think they’ll think about this?” He pointed a finger at Gosalyn. “Or this?” And jabbed his thumb back into his own chest. “As soon as they see who you really are they won’t be so forgiving.”

“Darkwing’s here.”

“Yeah, and you just knocked out his daughter. Listen up, Launchpad. I’m giving you a choice. As soon as your little surrogate family realises I’m here, they’re going to start asking questions. They’re going to think you called me, or at least that taking you in was what brought this tragedy down upon them…”

“You leave them alone.”

“Maybe I will. I’d rather cause my havoc at night anyway, so I’ll give you until sunset. Then, you’re going to come back to this sad little shack and you’re going to tell me you’re ready to help me take down Darkwing Duck. In return, I’ll let these good, kind people get away with simply the scare of me slaughtering a superhero in their back garden. Or, you oppose me, or tell Darkwing I’m here, and if that happens…” Negaduck cackled. “I’ll burn this whole place to the ground, along with any soul unfortunate enough to get in my way!”

Launchpad’s fists shook at his sides. Grab him now. Tie him up. Beat him to a pulp. He’s half your size! All those thoughts bounced around in his head. But he didn’t move. “Negaduck, please don’t.”

Negaduck threw a leg over his motorcycle and started her up. “Think about it, old pal. It really would be fun causing chaos with you again.” Then he gunned the engine, skidded around so the bike threw up a wave of dirt, and tore away.

As soon as the motorcycle disappeared over the nearest rise, Launchpad’s knees buckled. His back slammed into the old shack besides Gosalyn and he put his face in his hands. “Aw, kid. What am I supposed to do?” He fished the packet of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket, and fumbled to push out a single one so he could grab hold of it. The simple task was almost impossible.

Gosalyn shot to her feet. “I knew I needed to keep an eye on you!”

“Shit!” The packet jumped from Launchpad’s hands and cigarettes scattered everywhere. “Damn it, kid. I thought you’d really hurt yourself.”

Gosalyn put her hands on her hips. “Don’t play games with me. I saw you talking to Negaduck! You’re still working for him, aren’t you?”

Launchpad’s heart plummeted. “No! I didn’t even know he was here, I swear.”

“A likely… story…” Gosalyn blinked a couple of times, then sat down heavily.

“Aw, man, you’re not okay, are you?” Launchpad reached out for her.

Gosalyn swiped a hand in front of her face. “Back off, buster.”

He could’ve scooped her up and there would be nothing she could do about it, but Launchpad paused in his advance. “You hit you’re head. I just want to check you’re okay.” He reached out for her again, slowly, and she lowered her hand. He felt her head. There was no blood, but he thought he could feel a decent sized bump.

Gosalyn tolerated it for a second, then slapped at his hand. “Ow, stop.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two.” She frowned up at him. “Your hands are shaking.”

Launchpad swallowed hard. “I’m not working for Negaduck. Please believe me. He was just… there. He said if I didn’t help him he’d hurt the McQuacks. What am I supposed to do?” Suddenly, nothing seemed as important as this kid believing him. He didn’t know what else to say to convince her.

“I must’ve really hit my head… okay. He must’ve followed us from Saint Canard. Maybe we should tell Dad.”

“No! We can’t. If I tell Darkwing, Negaduck’s going to hurt the McQuacks. I have to deal with this myself. And if the McQuacks find out…” If he lost their trust, he didn’t know he could take it. No wonder this world’s Launchpad had been so angry with him when he arrived. It didn’t matter that he’d changed. He’d dragged trouble right along with him. Launchpad hung his head. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

Gosalyn leaned over and swiped her knuckles into his arm. It was a terrible punch, and he was sure she could’ve done better had she not been semi out of it. “Come on. Where would you be if you hadn’t crashed in their front yard?”

Not causing trouble for innocent families for sure. Launchpad stood to his feet and held out a hand. “Can you get up?”

Gosalyn pushed herself to shaky feet and grabbed onto his arm.

“Right, I’d better carry you.”

“You are not carrying me like a baby.”

“I’m not letting you walk.”

“Hang on. Crouch down.”

Launchpad did as she instructed. Gosalyn managed to make a little jump, and hook her arms around his neck. Launchpad hefted her up in a piggy back, making sure he had his arms under her in case she passed out again and lost her grip. He started heading back to the house. “You’re not going to tell your Dad about Negaduck, right?”

“Okay fine. But you have to do something for me first.”

Despite his apprehension, Launchpad rolled his eyes. This kid was something else. “I’m not letting you play with the potato gun again. But, go on, anything else. What do you want?”

“I know Negaduck’s not a nice guy. But you’re terrified of him. What did he do to you? Launchpad told me about him making you burn your planes, but, you know, what else?”

Launchpad’s guts tightened. “Aw, man, kid. You don’t pull any punches do you?”

“If someone scared my Launchpad that bad… well, that’s why I was so mad at you.”

“Okay, okay…” There was plenty to choose from. Some he certainly wouldn’t share with a kid. But neither did Launchpad want to downplay her question by choosing something like Negaduck getting way too competitive about playing punchies, which had never really bothered him at all. And then he thought about his own Gosalyn. “It wasn’t just me he was a jerk to…”

***

“Come on, Negaduck. Are you sure you’re not going a bit overboard?”

“Stop whining,” Negaduck grumbled as he balanced on Launchpad’s shoulders so he could tie his minion’s wrists to the branch above. The dying tree in Negaduck’s backyard couldn’t take his weight, so they’d just settled for stringing him up to it with his feet still on the ground. “You’re the idiot who let her keep talking about getting a pink pinata for her birthday. Honestly, I leave you two alone for five minutes…”

“You beat a pinata with a stick! I thought you wanted her to find something violent to enjoy? Sounds like violence to me.”

“She wants a pink pony pinata because its supposed to have candy inside. Urgh. I don’t want any daughter of mine getting candy for her birthday. By this age, I expect her to ask me for a butterfly knife or something.” Negaduck finished his knot, then leapt back to the ground. “If she wants to hit something with a stick the only thing she should enjoy getting out of it is blood and teeth.” He scooped up the rolled up bit of cardboard that had come with the pinata Gosalyn thought she was getting, and thumped Launchpad heavily on the chest with it.

Launchpad grinned. “Heh. Yeah. That’s always fun. I’m glad she won’t be knocking anything out with that flimsy piece of trash though. But we’ve got to start her somewhere, right?”

“Oh, yeah of course.” Negaduck dug amongst the smashed paper mache they’d already destroyed in the corner of the yard, and came up with a handful of colourful candy, and a pink ribbon. “Now, hold still.”

“I don’t want that thing in my hair… wha…”

Negaduck rammed the candy, wrappers and all, into Launchpad’s beak, then trussed it up with the pink ribbon. “That’s much better.” He grinned, patted Launchpad on his bulging check, then screamed: “Gosalyn! Get your butt out here. It’s pinata time!”

Gosalyn stumbled out of the house in her pink party dress, blindfolded. She grinned madly as she swayed across the yard like a drunk man. “Dad! Can I at least see the pinata first?”

“What? And break the pinata rules?” Negaduck winked at Launchpad. Then he hurled the rolled up piece of cardboard over the Muddlefoot’s fence. “Won’t be needing this!” He reached into the pile of paper mache and pulled out an aluminium baseball bat.

Launchpad shuffled back. “Nefadufck…” he mumbled around the plastic mixed with sickly sweet goop in his mouth.

“Stay where you are, Launchpad!” Negaduck barked.

Launchpad jerked to a halt at the order.

“What?” said Gosalyn. “What’s he doing?”

“Being pushy. You know how he likes smashing thing. But you’re the party girl; so you get to go first.” Negaduck shoved the bat into Gosalyn’s hands and adjusted her grip. He pointed her to face Launchpad.

Gosalyn tapped the bat on Launchpad’s hip.

“Higher, sweetheart. If you want it to spill, you need to hit it right in the guts.” Negaduck leaned forward, hand on his daughter’s shoulder, a wicked grin splitting his beak.

Gosalyn adjusted her grip. All the practice Launchpad had with her in the back yard was paying off; her swing was perfect. The bat slammed up under his ribs. Launchpad dropped. The flimsy bough broke under his weight and snapped in half on impact across his back. Launchpad doubled over as bile leapt up his throat and mixed with the gunk in his mouth. He spluttered and gagged and couldn’t get air, and then the flimsy pink ribbon popped and the whole mess spilled out on the browning lawn.

Gosalyn ripped her blindfold off. No way she could’ve been fooled that impact had been with paper mache. The bat clattered to the ground at her side.

“Gosalyn… I’m… kay…” Launchpad said, then sagged back down with a wheeze.

Gosalyn’s eyes filled with tears. “Launchpad, I’m sorry.” She bolted back into the house.

Negaduck cackled. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!”

Launchpad spat, then pushed himself to his knees, a hand still to his belly.

Negaduck grabbed him by the collar. “Next time, I expect you to talk her out of this kind of garbage before I have to get involved. I can find someone much bigger than a little girl to take a swing at you.” He hauled him to his feet and flung him towards the house. “Now go ask her if she wants cake!”

***

He’d carried Gosalyn almost all the way back to the house now. Launchpad gulped and adjusted his grip underneath her. Between Darkwing Duck and the McQuacks, he really didn’t know how this would pan out.

“You can put me down now.”

Launchpad let her slip off his back. She grabbed him around the waist and hugged him tight.

“Hey… what?”

“I’m sorry, Launchpad. I knew Negaduck was a jerkface, but… I won’t tell my Dad. And I’ll help you take care of Negaduck.”

“Heh.” Launchpad prised her off him. “Let’s just make sure you’re okay first.”

***

Drake had paced the porch for the last half hour. His only consolation, despite Birdie’s assurances that the Negaverse Launchpad was harmless, was that it was highly unlikely he had kidnapped his daughter. Gosalyn would have taken off with him simply because she knew her father wouldn’t like it.

Finally, he saw her coming down the front path, Launchpad’s double trailing almost right behind her. Drake cleared the front steps and rushed to meet his daughter. “Gosalyn, don’t go running off like that!”

He knew something was wrong when Gosalyn looked up at him, not ready for an argument, but with relief. And then she slumped into his arms. Drake clamped her tight to her chest. His gaze snapped up to the Negaverse Launchpad, and the only thing that stopped him from slamming a fist into his face was supporting his daughter. “What did you do?” he hissed.

“Dad, it’s okay,” said Gosalyn, though she still clung to him. “It’s not his fault. I was being stupid and I fell over.”

Launchpad shuffled a boot through the dirt. “She hit her head. I’m sorry. I thought I was watching her.” The subdued moment was just so… Launchpad, that it gave Drake pause. His buddy’s double actually felt bad about this. So he should, but still.

Leaning on the porch railing beside his wife, Ripcord went rigid. “Wait, she hit her head?” He paled several shades. “I’ll… doctor…” He bolted back inside so quickly the door slammed into the wall and the front windows rattled.

Birdie winced. “Rip! It’s okay, she’s conscious…” She hung her head in resignation. “Great. We’re going to have the entirety of the town’s medical staff here in ten minutes. I thought we were past this.”

Drake scooped Gosalyn up, despite her half-hearted protestations, threw a glare at Launchpad’s double, and followed Birdie inside. His heart still thudded in his chest, but it was steadily slowing. He wasn’t sure how mad he was supposed to be at the Negaverse Launchpad. I mean, he’d be mad at Launchpad if he’d let something like this happen, but he wouldn’t hold it against him. He wasn’t surprised Gosalyn had gone and down something dumb. It wasn’t the first time.

“Yes, send them now!” Ripcord growled into the phone.

Birdie, put a hand on his arm. “Ripcord, calm down. Here…” She took the phone off him. “Yes, she’s conscious. But if you could send one of the doctors over that’d be great.” She hung up, then turned back to her husband and grasped his hands. “Are you alright?”

“Better safe than sorry,” Ripcord grumbled.

Launchpad pushed past them, not making eye contact with anyone, and went into the kitchen.

Drake took Gosalyn into the living room, put her down onto the sofa and rearranged the cushions around her.

“Dad, I’m fine.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure you are. Although, its not the first time you’ve given yourself a concussion.” He squeezed her shoulder. “That head of yours is nearly as hard as Launchpad’s. You’ll be fine.”

“My son does not have a hard head,” said Ripcord. “And neither does your daughter! You don’t know what happened to her; it could be serious. How can you be so blase about your own child…”

Drake saw red. He whirled and stabbed a finger into Ripcord’s chest. “I think I know whether my daughter needs medical attention or not, thank you very much!”

Although Drake had intended to give him a good prod in the chest, he found himself pointing just above the man’s belly button. Ripcord glared down at him, and then his shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to help.”

Drake lowered his hand. “I… yeah, I know. Thanks for, you know, being so on the ball and calling the doctor. Sorry, I overreacted.”

Ripcord smiled tightly. “Hey, its fine, I get it. I have kids too, remember?” He turned to Birdie. “How long ago did we call?”

“Speaking of kids,” said Birdie. “I heard one of our planes come back over. Launchpad might be back in the hanger. You should go talk to him. He’ll be in a better mood after taking a plane out.”

“Yeah, but…”

Birdie patted his arm.“Not your kid. We’ll handle it. You know you’ll just get underfoot.”

“Probably,” Ripcord huffed. He glanced one last time at Gosalyn, then headed out the front door.

Launchpad came back from the kitchen with a glass of water and took it to Gosalyn. Drake snatched it off him, then handed it over to her.

“Dad, really?”

“I don’t know what you two were up to,” he said, voice low. “But you are not going out together unsupervised again!”

***

Chapter 5

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monotonous-minutia · 4 years ago

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So I weirdly actually did a thing I said I was going to do.

Here’s a handy dandy list of Nozze productions to avoid if you, like me, love Cherubino, and believe he is a precious sunflower that needs to be protected at all costs.

After watching about 20 productions of this opera (though not all of them in full) I have compiled the following list.

Truncated because it got pretty long:

*Some of what is written here is subjective so I apologize if I end up disparaging a production you’ve seen and enjoyed. But I tried to stay objective and focus on the specific details that made the production safe or not for Cherubino.

**If you’re morbidly curious and want to know what, exactly, goes on in the first two listed here, perhaps message me first to ask before seeking them out to see for yourself, to prepare.

Salzburg 2006

Do not watch this one.

It’s weird, disturbing, and borderline sadistic. I can appreciate odd productions if they look at operas in new ways, try a different take, or magnify certain elements to bring in a fresh perspective. This production does none of that. It’s just weirdly disturbing for no apparent or forgivable reasons. I’ve spent a decent amount of time searching for answers on this one but none of the critiques I’ve found have any clue what this is supposed to be, so whatever the director was trying to say, their attempts failed miserably and left an atrocity in their wake. EVERYONE in this damn thing (except Cherubino) is a freaking asshole, the set is minimalist to the point of being irrelevant and confusing, and there’s this weird, winged Cherubino look-alike going around controlling people like puppets and making them do weird dance moves during their numbers. Obviously this director did not know how to embrace the concept that some people can just stand still while they’re talking or singing. Also, people hardly ever make eye contact and it’s unnerving, like they’re all zombies. There are a lot of other small, weird details that just keep building to make this thing a terrible production overall. The worst thing about it is poor sweet Cherubino. He’s an innocent, delicate flower that’s abused by everyone in unbearable ways. I don’t even want to go into it. I beseech you not to watch this because it’s honestly kind of traumatizing. Just pretend this one doesn’t exist and you’ll be okay.

Redeeming factors: absolutely none. Cherubino is adorable and too pure for this world but that just makes the whole thing ten times worse because of all the terrible, terrible things that happen to him.

Dutch National Opera 2016

Proceed with caution for this one. It’s a shame because the production itself is pretty decent, and Susanna and the Contessa are great. The set is interesting—versatile, rotating, lots of doors that are utilized in interesting ways. It’s mostly portraying the somewhat-empty house that the cast is moving into it (at least that’s what I gathered). Reasons to avoid: Figaro is an asshole, the Count is downright gross, and Cherubino is treated terribly by almost everyone (except the Contessa and Susanna, bless them). The only part I like is the Act 2 scene between the three of them where they are all very sweet to each other and Cherubino is delighted to dress up and the kindness he’s shown here by the ladies makes up for some of the other things that happen. The worst stuff I won’t get into; I can’t talk about it without getting super upset. In general, Cherubino is terrorized by the Count on multiple occasions (physically threatened, punched, and thrown around), Figaro is super mean to him, and he doesn’t really get any closure at the end except that Barbarina dotes on him and he clearly loves her so we can imagine that he’ll be okay. It is a joy to watch him being super awkward, dreamy, and cheeky; I just wish he’d been given a better production.

My recommendation for this one, if you do want to watch it, is skip “Non piu andrai” and go right to Act II, although there’s one aspect that’s hard to explain without seeing that. For now let’s just say: there’s a reason Cherubino is wearing a beanie at the top of the second act, and it’s Figaro’s fault. You don’t need to know what else happens. (My rec: skip forward like ten minutes after the last recit, then seek backwards until you see Susanna sitting on a crate holding a remote which is the start of Act II. That way you don’t have to see the scene even in fast-motion.) At any rate please don’t watch that scene. I want to find the person who staged it and punch them. The rest is bearable; just be warned, it’s not fun or pretty.

Honesty hour: Figaro is mean enough too that I want Susanna and Rosina to run off together and just marry each other because their chemistry here is amazing. And take Cherubino with them and keep him safe and loved forever.

Redeeming factors: Interesting set, great leading ladies, insanely adorable Cherubino, and also it’s insinuated that the Contessa actually leaves Almaviva at the end; she even threatens him with his own hunting rifle and everyone else just watches in morbid fascination. She does put the gun down at the last second, but she doesn’t go to him after, so maybe he gets kicked out. We can only hope.

Salzburg 2015

Tbh this one’s just weird and probably not worth your time anyway. The set looks like the wall of the house was cut off so we can see all the rooms inside, upstairs and downstairs, at the same time. It’s an interesting device showing how all of the scenes interact, but it’s no utilized very well. There’s so much business in multiple rooms at one time that it’s hard to focus on the people who are talking and singing at the moment. The cast is mediocre. We get Pisaroni as the Count which should have been worthwhile but isn’t because of the weirdness of the production. It’s honestly hard to tell what or who anyone is supposed to be here. Plus there’s blatant abuse from the Count to the Contessa and it’s hard to watch especially because I’m more used to a huggable Luca and this doesn’t do him justice imo. Additionally, I typically stan gay Basilio, but here he’s got a thing for Cherubino, and Cherubino is super not into it so it just comes across as gross. Mostly Cherubino is just pushed to the sidelines (the Count literally locks him into the closet for most of the end of the first act). So it really minimizes his character in general and is disappointing to Cherubino fans.

Redeeming factors: Susanna is really cute, Figaro is nice, “Non piu andrai” is not sadistic, but this is mostly because everyone leaves the room when he starts singing it so he’s just talking to himself which is weird anyway. At least there is nothing Unspeakable although I do wish I could wipe this Basilio out of my brain. Also Margarita Gritskova as Cherubino being dapper and sweet and I’d say Pisaroni but I’m not a fan of him being the mean old Count when he should be playing those sweet Rossini baritone roles.

Salzburg 1995

Susan Graham is Cherubino and she’s super adorable, although she’s taller than almost everyone else which is awkward and amusing. However everyone is VERY mean to Cherubino. Even Susanna. He gets thrown around a lot which is just sad to watch. The production overall is kind of unremarkable and the picture/sound quality isn’t great either. Watchable but just be prepared for an annoying amount of meanness from characters who should be a lot nicer.

Redeeming factors: Susan Graham is amazing and adorable. That’s pretty much it. Someone tell me what is up with Salzburg and this opera, seriously.

Royal Opera House 2006

This Cherubino is a precious duckling who gets thrown around by everyone, especially Figaro, which is super sad. Honestly so many of these are ruining the character of Figaro for me. This one is watchable and decent except for Mean Figaro. The set is elaborate and detailed but sometimes the background action with the supers gets distracting. The rest of the cast is alright but I wish they would be nicer to Cherubino who hasn’t done one single thing to warrant the abuse. I recommend avoiding it for those reasons but it’s not as bad as some of the others.

Redeeming factors: Intricate, pretty set, Dorothea Röschmann being an adorable Contessa, and Cherubino being gawky and cute.

To balance out the depressingness here are some Nozzes that I highly recommend!

Garsington 2017

My absolute favorite, a pure delight. Though there are no big names here, the entire cast is amazing. The set is glorious, detailed without being distracting, super versatile to fit all the scenes, and the final act is actually in a garden and it’s just so PRETTY. The chemistry between Figaro and Susanna is lovely; they obviously adore each other and are a great team throughout all their plots. The Count is reasonably dislikable without being detestable, so the apology at the end is actually kind of believable (though it’s hard to pull off in general). He and the Contessa actually have an interesting dynamic so you can kind of see how they might make things work in the end (some of their arguments are more banter-y than mean and they actually make out briefly in “Susanna, or via, sortite” as if they’re kind of turned on by each other’s fury). The supporting cast is great too, full of personality and mischief. The staging is lighthearted, genuine, and intricate. THIS is what a Nozze should be! Cherubino is adorable, cheeky, super loveable, a SHAMELESS flirt, and best of all everyone loves him (except the Count obviously). Figaro is really nice to him too and “Non piu andrai” is really cute because he and Susanna are teasing him the entire time but it NEVER gets mean and it’s honestly so refreshing. Highly recommend this one!

Met 1998

Featuring my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE CHERUBINO, the incomparable Susanne Mentzer, as well as my favorite Contessa ever, Renèe Fleming. I could talk about those two forever. They are both individually fantastic and their collaboration is amazing. I died, to be honest. Also features an amazing Susanna courtesy of Cecilia Bartoli and a simply adorable Danielle de Niesse as Barbarina. Figaro is pretty mean to Cherubino especially during “Non piu andrai” (seriously what is it with directors and this number) but it’s nothing compared to so many others so it’s watchable especially because Mentzer is fantastic and she steals the entire scene without even saying anything because she’s amazing. Her Cherubino is just the sweetest, sassiest, most adorable, energetic, and expressive Cherubino ever to bless the operatic stage. She’s exactly what Cherubino should be in every way and the production fully supports it. Watching the entire Cherubino-Susanna-Contessa scene in Act 2 is one of my favorite things in the world. The production itself is classic, detailed and true to the period, busy without being distracting, and the rest of the cast is good too.

Liege 2018

A very cute production featuring a super sweet Figaro who teases Cherubino but is not mean to him. Cherubino is sassy and endearing and very much the flirt with every lady in sight, and is pretty popular among them. The rest of the cast is good too and we get a particularly sassy Susanna (whose chemistry with the Contessa is lovely). The set is simple but very pretty. Another lighthearted, sweet, and genuine portrayal that stays true to the heart of this opera.

Glyndebourne 1973

A classic; lots of familiar names, lush period set/costumes, and staging that’s simple but effective. Featuring the insanely adorable Frederica von Stade as Cherubino. Her smile melts my heart every time. A mostly nice Figaro and great leading ladies.

Obviously there are way more productions out there, and I’ve watched more than this, but these are the ones that to me are most noteworthy from one end of the scale or the other.

This list may get longer as I watch more, but I think I’m going to take a break from Nozze for a little bit (or more likely just re-watch the Garsington one and Mentzer’s Cherubino over and over again).

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godzillagirl-14 · 5 years ago

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Wish Upon an Idol (Ch. 2)

Chapter 2

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Summary: The Bangtan boys have the ability to grant wishes (unbeknownst to you, the brand new addition to their friend group) So when you jokingly wish you had superpowers to “help the world in a way you knew how” what happens when you wake up the next day with extraordinary abilities?

A/N: So this chapter is more of a backstory for the reader and boys. I have no clue where I’m going with this story but I have a general idea, but if you wanna throw in ideas and theories about what you think is gonna happen, don’t be afraid to comment. Also don’t be afraid to comment if you’d like to be apart of the tag list :)

Warnings: Drama, Angst, a lot of Action, Smut (later on), and a bad attempt at being humorous.

Warnings for this chapter: Things get a little heated . . . sort of.

Word count: 3,054

Launching himself out of his bed with an energy and agility he didn’t know he possessed, Yoongi burst through his door into the hallway, hightailing it to your room, six other men hot on his tail. He practically threw himself at your closed door, forcing it open and almost taking the poor thing off its hinges. The whole thing would have been comical honestly, watching the Min Yoongi run like a man escaping Hell to the bedroom of the girl he’s head over heels for, but they could laugh later. In the middle of the room is where you laid in bed. Now this wouldn’t have been so bad, had you and your bed not been alight with flames.

Yep.

You were quite literally on fire. Standing still in shock for only a minute before springing into action, all 7 boys suddenly moved as if they got a swift kick to the ass. Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jin all helped to haul you from the flaming bed, making sure to pat out the lingering flames that remained on your clothes. Meanwhile, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook all ran out of the room, Taehyung and Jimin to the kitchen and Jungkook back to his room.

Quickly grabbing the small little fire extinguisher on top of their refrigerator, Taehyung never thought he would be using the small object to extinguish the girl of his dreams. He expected to use it for a Namjoon related cooking incident, not this. Beside him, Jimin practically propelled himself into the fridge to get as many water bottles his arms could carry. Was he being a little too dramatic? Maybe, but he was determined to make sure you didn’t go dehydrated.

Jungkook sprinted down the hallway to his room, grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers because surely you’re clothes had to be charred and gross. He was secretly elated at the idea of you wearing his clothes. He just wished it were under different circumstances. All three of them ran back to your room as quickly as they could, all meeting their doom in your doorway where they inevitably collided, sending all of the items flying. They barely had any time to get their bearings before they once again sprung into action, scrambling to get the items together. Three grown men running around like chickens with their heads cut off. You would have laughed had it not been for the situation.

The sound of the fire extinguisher putting out the fire made you startle out of your thoughts and you unintentionally pushed yourself closer to Jin’s arms - not that he was complaining- as he soothingly rubbed the smooth skin of your arms.

Wait. Smooth?

Pulling away from you, he examined the skin of your arms and legs, seeing as they were not covered in third degree burns. Your poor clothes however were burnt to shit.

“She doesn’t have any burns.” Hobi stated the obvious as he took notice in the way that Jin was looking over your completely unharmed body. As if realizing that you weren’t injured, you gently pushed Jin away from you, taking a couple of steps towards your full body mirror. Looking over at your ruined pajamas and unmarred skin, you slightly pouted. “I really liked those pajamas.” you mumbled to yourself.

By the time Taehyung had finished putting out the fire, the smoke had finally flitted up in the air, covering the room in an intense silence as you gratefully took the clothes in the Jungkook’s hands. . . And then the smoke detector went off.

The constant and shrill beeping noise was already annoying in itself and the boys automatically cringed. But your poor eardrums; it felt like someone was brutally taking a sledgehammer to your skull while screeching in both ears. The violent shudder that wracked your body shocked the boys around you as you sunk down to the floor with your hands pressed against the sides of your head. A painful cry tore from your throat as you felt as if your head would explode.

You faintly heard a shout from somewhere in the room before the shrill noise stopped and you immediately relaxed, however the pounding headache remained. You saw a hand trying to hand you a water bottle, but you felt too nauseous to put anything in your mouth.

You did, however, reach out to the hand, grabbing onto their forearms and forcing yourself up, coming face to face with the beautiful Park Jimin. He gave you a small concerned smile and your felt your skin heat up. And it wasn’t because of the fire. Quickly shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you continued to hold onto his arm as you looked around the room.

“Guys,” they’ve never seen you more serious in the short months of you living with them. “I need to go to the hospital, I think I’ve been drugged.”

It was silent for a solid ten seconds before the room erupted into loud boasts of laughter. You once again cringed at the overwhelming noise, stopping the bile from rising to your throat. You were so confused; why were they laughing? There’s no other logical explanation as to why you felt so sensitive to everything. It felt as if they were screaming right in your ear, you could distinctly smell each of the lingering scents of the cologne that they wore yesterday, you were hyper aware of where each boy stood, being able to feel every single movement of the drop of sweat that traveled from your thigh to your ankle, you could see the tiny individual fabrics of Taehyung’s night shirt. It was all too much.

The only logical explanation your brain could come up with was that someone had snuck into your bedroom to assassinate you, tried to drug you and when that process was taking too long, set your bed on fire.

Yeah. . . that had to be it.

The laughing continued and you thought you were gonna have a stroke. “Why are you so loud?!” you shouted, rubbing your temples to alleviate the headache that was forming. The room fell silent and you sighed in pure relief, leaning back into Jimin’s frame, barely registering the feeling of his arms wrapping around you as you closed your eyes.

As you were taking deep breaths to calm yourself down, you footsteps approaching and you automatically knew it was Namjoon. How? You had no idea. You just knew.

Placing a gentle hand on your arm, you opened your arms and came face to face with Namjoon. Your breath was knocked right out of your lungs. It’s like your were seeing him in ultra 4k HD. You were too stunned to speak.

“(Y/n). . . you need to listen very carefully,” he spoke calmly and clearly and you found yourself entranced by his voice as you nodded. “You weren’t drugged.” you cocked your head to the side in confusion and he wanted to coo at you for how cute you looked in that moment. “We need to tell you something, but we’re going to take you to the living room and sit you down to explain everything, okay?”

You nodded mindlessly as you let yourself be led into the living room. Sitting down on the couch next to Namjoon, he began massaging your knuckles as you looked at the rest of the boys sitting around you. A sharp exhale pulled your attention back to the boy occupying your hand.

“Okay, let’s start from the beginning.”

~ ~ ~

Kim Namjoon was the son of a merchant. Selling goods abroad internationally, his father sold things from exotic spices to valuable Jewelry. Namjoon worked alongside his father in their little shop, always examining every treasure his father brought home as if it were a gift from a deity. He loved it.

As time moved along, his father enlisted the help of six others boys, as his father was getting older in age and wasn’t able to get things done as quickly as he was used to. The six boys were practically strangers to each other and Namjoon, but they kept things polite and introduced themselves as Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. They kept things professional, only talking to each other to discuss items that were to be imported and exported. Anyone visiting the shop could sense how tense the poor boys were. It’s not like they hated each other though, they were just complete strangers to each other, not being comfortable enough to have a conversation that wasn’t about business.

Until it happened; All seven boys were just hauling back some goods they got from trading in Africa, when they were checking the different seasonings and spices they got back. They could practically recite the list in their sleep, always seeing the same ingredient on the list every time, but not this time. As Yoongi read off the list to Hoseok to make sure they were all accounted for, he stopped short when he read an unfamiliar name. “Huh, this is a new one,” he stated, his tone nothing short of bored.

That was when Jin walked past them, looking into the crate to see the foreign seasoning. “Well it’s about time we got something new. I was so bored with the same old stuff, I’m glad we’re spicing things up a bit.”

It was silent for only three seconds before the sound of squeaky laughter filled the room as Jin proceeded to laugh at his own terrible punny joke. Soon the others joined in with laughing. Some were laughing at the joke, some were laughing at Jin’s laugh, but they were all laughing together. They even cracked more jokes to keep the laughter from dying out. It took them twice as long to get their job done that day as they kept having to stop from doubling over in laughter.

After their jobs were done and it was time for them to go home, they found that they didn’t want to go home just yet. So when Taehyung had asked if they wanted to go and hangout at his house for some drinks, they all almost immediately said yes. And they spent the night drinking, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

They were inseparable after that, finding any excuse to hang out with one another. And soon the friendly feelings turned into something more . . . intimate. Lingering touches and longing gazes became less and less subtle the more time the boys spent with each other. Until one day, Jimin just walked up to Yoongi and placed a big fat kiss right on his lips. And then proceeded to do it to the remaining five boys. They were ecstatic that someone had finally taken initiative as they were all too chicken to do it themselves.

So, the kisses and lingering hugs and more. . .promiscuous acts became more and more frequent. As the years passed, their bonds only became stronger, and as Namjoon’s father officially passed down the business to him to retire, they felt as if they were thriving. One day, the boys were to travel to the Middle East in order to pick up some stock and bring it back to Korea. It was no big deal to them as they have done it countless of times before.

Just as they were finishing up their transaction, they began to explore the village for an inn that they could stay at for the night before heading back. They stopped at a stand, buying various types of foods, their stomachs practically roaring to be fed as they smelled the delicious food. Just as they were about to head back to their inn, they spotted three small children; a girl and two boys, wandering around the market as if lost. But that wasn’t what caught the boys’ attention. They looked absolutely starving.

They watched as the little children begged many people for food only to either be ignored or to be rudely told to leave. One man even shoved the poor girl when she asked him for an apple. The seven men watched in shock at the display, observing the way the children’s shoulders slumped as they continued walking. As they got closer, Namjoon observed the amount of food in his hands before ultimately coming up with a decision. He could buy more food.

Stepping up to the three children, he squatted down to their level, holding out the bag of food to them. They looked at him warily, but he persisted, giving them a kind smile as the girl slowly reached up and took the bag. Soon enough the rest of the boys were doing the same, handing off their bags of food to the two small boys. The three children stood in shock, staring up at them with wide curious eyes before launching themselves onto Namjoon, effectively tackling him in a hug. They did the same to the rest of the group and the boys don’t think they’ve ever smiled this hard before, but as they watched the children run off excitedly with their meals, they felt a fluttering in their hearts.

Later on that night as they all got their rest, after buying more food and eating their dinner, Jungkook was slipping in and out of consciousness. He didn’t know why, but he had the strangest feeling that someone was watching them.

It wasn’t until he opened his eyes and shifted in his bed did he see three pairs of glowing eyes staring directly at him.

The poor man almost went into cardiac arrest.

Upon discovering the three watchers, Jungkook let out a less than manly scream, alerting the six other sleeping figures in the room as they all jerked awake at the noise, trying to get their bearings as they also caught sight of the three figures in the room.

Cue more screaming.

It wasn’t until the three figures stepped into the moonlight filtering through the window did the screaming cease. The three children stood before them, close lipped smiles adorning their faces. Even though they stopped screaming, they were still pretty freaked out, staring at the three children for some sort of explanation.

“We would like to thank you for your kind gesture,” said the female child, holding up her hand to stop any protests or screams from the 7 adults looking at her in fear. “But let us introduce ourselves first.”

With that being said, the girl and two boys looked at each other, before looking back at the boys. A light began to illuminate their figures, completely engulfing them, and if that weren’t enough to freak the boys out, the children’s skin began to melt off their bodies and drop down on the floor with a wet plop.

Once the light subsided, the children were gone and in their place stood three ethereal beings smiling down at them fondly. The 7 boys looked on in astonishment. staring at the beings in awe.

“Hello,” the female being started. She was absolutely gorgeous with glowing golden skin and black hair pulled back away from her face. Her body was adorned in necklaces, bracelets, and rings, all glimmering in the moonlight. “My name is Kaikha. And these are my brothers Shasme and Ghokhero.”

Shasme had blazing red skin, black hair framing his face and jewelry covering his body as well, sporting a whole extra set of arms. Ghokhero was a pale blue, completely bald, and only sporting golden bracelets on both wrists. The three stood - actually floated, as the boys looked down and found they have no feet - waiting for a reaction that didn’t come as the boys were stunned to silence.

“If you have not figured it out yet, we are those three children you saw in the market. And we are so grateful, we would like to thank and repay you for your acts of kindness.” Shasme said, chuckling as the boys were still to shocked to speak. Kaikha, Shasme, and Ghokhero began walking towards the seven boys, placing a hand on each boy, speaking in unison.

“We bless you with the gift of granting others what their hearts desires. May you bring happiness and humility to the world in the many years to come.” Their palms glowed bright, nearly blinding the boys as the light later faded. The three deities looked at the boys with pleased smiles on their faces. “Your act of kindness gave us hope in this dark world. It needs more people like you.”

And with those last parting words, the three beings were gone in the blink of an eye. . .

~ ~ ~

You stared at the boys around the room, trying to process the information they had just bestowed upon you.

“And after that, we went back to Korea as if nothing happened. We vowed to keep it a secret so no one would take advantage of our powers. And because of this, we were able to grant your wish last night.” Taehyung concluded, having a vice like grip on Jimin’s hands. He was nervous about your reaction.

It took a moment to collect your thoughts, but the first question that came out of your mouth was - “Wait, how old are y’all?”

“Uhm, a couple thousand years old.” Jin answered, and your jaw dropped. You shook your head, trying to wrap your head around it all. “Ok, let me get this straight: You seven men, are actually immortal beings from Ancient Korea who were regular merchant boyfriends until one day, an act of kindness got you noticed by three Middle Eastern gods and they were so impressed by you, they gave the gift of granting wishes which apparently had the side effect of immortality and now fast forward to today, you guys are 7 of the most famous men in the world and no one knows about your secret except for you and me and now I have superpowers over a mindless wish I made after watching a Marvel movie?”

They mulled over your brief explanation before nodding as you heard variations of “yes” “yep” and “yeah, pretty much.” Another long beat of silence took over as you took in and processed this revelation.

“That is so. . . cool!”

A/N: Hello! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as we learn how the boys got their powers in the first place. I don’t know how I feel about that backstory, but I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think. How do you feel about their backstory? How do you think the story will turn out? I’d love to hear your feedback!

#bts x reader #bts x you #ot7 x reader #bts jimin #bts jhope #bts jin #bts suga #bts namjoon #bts taehyung #bts jungguk #bts series #bts imagine #bts smut

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kiev4am · 6 years ago

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Some shouting under the cut about the random 2 episodes I first saw of Moominvalley (Monster Fish & Night of the Groke). Short version: I was mildly in favour of the new series and hoping it wasn't terrible because these books have been a beloved, formative fixture in my life for a *cough* number of decades; I was not expecting it to steal my entire heart in 60 minutes flat. Loved it, fan mode activated, watching the rest now.

I don't know the artist but there's a wistful, fey Sigur Rós thing going on with the theme tune that has a fittingly Nordic sound and strikes a reassuring note of 'not too cute, not exclusively childlike' which is also borne out by other tracks in the episodes themselves. I think I read somewhere that the songs are all originals composed for the series? If so that explains why they're so apt, and means the sentiment in each one is 100% intentional, which is great. It also means you’re not distracted by any other associations, the songs are completely specific to the show.

The animation is beautiful - I was watching in HD and the backgrounds and landscapes are glorious, and the texture of everything close-up is a wonder; everything's vivid and immersive and slightly dreamlike but anchored with solid, lived-in details. I can see the splinters in the veranda, the frayed bits of Snufkin's scarf, the scruff of fur on each Moomin. It all adds to a sense of time spent, thought given and love expended on the project.

Fantastic, thoughtful voice casting all round, such a relief not to be flinching with disconnect when anyone spoke. (Will Self as the Muskrat, who the hell thought of that, absolute genius.) The character designs are all spot on, not cartoonish at all, clearly and deliberately in debt to Tove's illustrations but with sensitive digital texture.

Well played with the Jaws references in Monster Fish, I cackled at Moominpappa's fingers clawing down the wooden crate. Plant invasion plot from Finn Family Moomintroll = win as well. (The episode did have a slightly jumpy filler quality, though, especially compared to the Groke one).

OH THANK GOD THEY GOT SNUFKIN RIGHT. I was more worried about that than anything else in the whole show, I've hero-worshipped that little vagrant since I was seven years old and it would have been an absolute dealbreaker for me if he'd been cute, simplified, sidekick-ish or just unrecogniseably affable. But no, there he is, entirely himself: a kind, wary loner with a dry sense of humour who loves his friend and found family but needs his space, yet still knows how to have fun. He has exactly the right combination of warmth and caution, empathy and reserve that makes him such a wonderful, subtle character - they're using all of the books, not just the early 'fun' ones, and I am so happy and relieved about that. His voice is excellent - quiet and careful - and the choice to cast a non-English actor works perfectly to set him slightly apart from the close neighbourhood of the valley.

They also got the Groke right, oh my god, it's a good thing I'm not still seven. Some of those sudden breaths of ice-fog and off-camera whining noises were full John Carpenter, they absolutely nailed the books' combination of horror and pathos and I'm so glad they went straight to the Moominpappa at Sea interpretation where she simply covets light and warmth and can't help what she does. That last look into her headlamp eyes was equal parts terrifying and poignant, just as it should be. A++, awesome Groke, would run from but also feel desperately sorry for.

Little My is a horrid little beast, an agent of mayhem, a demon child who should never be trusted with matches or secrets and this is exactly as it should be. I love her.

Comic strip shoe joke reference, I'm delighted. I hope there's more easter eggs like that. And it's funny, too! I'm glad there's some silent physical comedy in there as well as the emotional and atmospheric stuff, that's completely in keeping with the stories.

The ice-skating sequence in Night of the Groke is one of the most purely joyous pieces of animation I've ever seen and it makes me absurdly happy every time I watch it. It's just ridiculously sweet and affirming and affectionate towards its source material and if I wanted to sell someone on this series in a nutshell I'd just show them that.

#i did warn you all i was going to ramble about moomins #moominvalley #moominvalley 2019 #i really really like this show you guys #it's so apt and good and soft #nostalgia and formative reading are powerful forces #tove jansson #moomins

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trashayfanfiction · 6 years ago

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Fluffy smut I promised

PLZ tumblr don’t ban it. Rated M, but not Explicit. Slice of life, light comedy, uncomfortable situations.

Prompt 1 for smut week. “Video taping”

Ash goes to japan and finds some hardcore 'american twink' porn in Eiji's room. ....he is unsure how to react.

"LOOK I WATCHED THOSE BEFORE I EVEN MET YOU"

Ash makes him a custom porn tape.

Idk if I like this one well enough to post to AO3, so might be a Tumblr only thing. I feel the quality of my work is suffering due to the frequency I’m posting. My diction is lacking and all of my works explore the same ideas. #uninspired but working on it.

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He was already stressed about visiting Eiji’s parent’s house. He was a man. What if they didn’t like him. What if, what if….

And then he found this little gem tucked in the back of Eijis bookcase behind some comics. “American Twink Railed Hard Gangbang’ the ‘Engrish’ scrawled across the cover in weathered white letters.

He’d thought it weird that there was a video tape behind the comics.

Eiji was out in the kitchen with his family. Ash wondered if his mom ever found his porn, this wasn’t a very sneaky place for it. Maybe she gave him privacy ‘boys will be boys’ and such. Eiji was nineteen when he first came to America. Men have needs.

The boy on sleeve was pretty and blonde, tied up in black shibari on top of a muscular man who’s face wasn’t pictured. The boy looked younger than him….

….but Eiji was still young. It’s normal to desire someone close to your own age. And Japan has different ‘age of consent’ laws didn’t it? He still felt his stomach shift.

He looked at the back of the tape; images of the boy tied up in a grimy subway car, wrists attached to the overhead bars. Large men surrounding him.

That…… hit a little close to home. But that correlation was interesting. This was Eiji’s first trip back home, so it was unlikely these were new.

He removed some of the other comics, a single shelf of tankobons. Behind them there was a another video and a few magazines. By no means a sizable porn collection. He could hold all of it in one hand. It was actually pretty pathetic.

Shorter had two milk crates of playboy magazines he’d swiped over the years. A truly impressive feat, seeing that almost all of them were shoplifted or stolen. He used to joke ‘when I die, you can have my porn collection,” To which Ash always responded with disgust.

His dad had ‘motorcycle’ magazines that Ash knew about before he ran away, it’s not like they were hidden. The house was only men; him, dad, and Griff. Of course Griff had some pinup girls from Sports Illustrated on his walls. Ash supposed Eiji’s small collection was part of living at home. …but a significant amount of it was pretty white boys getting fucked.

At least he didn’t need to worry about his boyfriend being attracted to him or not. ….now that they were at a point where attraction was acknowledged and welcomed. If he’d seen this when he first met Eiji, he could have been convinced there were ulterior motives.

He flipped through the magazines out of curiosity. One was relatively normal ‘straight’ man stuff; female models, cute Asian schoolgirls. Sweet innocence the primary sex appeal with provocative voyeuristic camera angels and demure poses. This is what he was expecting, not the other magazines full of kink. A slim blindfolded blonde boy with cum on his face. Another image of a Caucasian boy tied open over a Spanish horse, wood pressing into his groin.

He knew his hair was irrationally standing on end. The images were only shocking in relation to who owned them. Eiji was in the kitchen talking to his family, catching up. After introductions and talking, stumbling over Japanese and English. Ash had turned in early due to jetlag. The details of Eiji’s childhood room fascinated him. A tidy study area. No sports posters on the wall, the image Ibe took was framed in the family room though. The comics had drawn him in with their touch of color and personality….. Finding this was….stash… entirely unexpected in contrast to the clean normal exterior.

But he supposed that was normal. Most people didn’t broadcast their sexuality, let alone desires like these. Honestly, at the beginning of their relationship he was curious if Eiji even liked guys, his “Do you have a girlfriend?” question testing the waters. Eiji’s cautious “No, no girlfriend,” giving him a glimmer of hope to entertain an idea and fantasy he knew he shouldn’t have.

But Eiji’s awful flirting, and terrible dick jokes, bravery and earnest attitude….. and somehow they ended up here. He was doomed to fall for such a sheltered honest guy who laughably wanted to protect him and didn’t want anything in return. An equal he didn’t deserve.

But still…. Leather?

He had never needed to do much S&M thankfully, it wasn’t the primary draw to him…. But he’d done it.

Ash flipped through some more pages. A boy in a spidergag. Asian this time. This seemed to be more of a leather magazine than anything. The photography highlighted the young men in various restraints.

The last two magazines were ‘Hardcore White Boy’, and he was a bit scared to open them. This might be a secret that Eiji didn’t want to share, but curiosity got the better of him.

It was exactly what he expected. Bondage and gangbangs, and red marks, and…. He put the papers down.

He tried to forget that the boys looked very similar to him. None quite had his shade of blonde, and eye color wasn’t visible in most images, but the correlation was there.

He decided it was time to put the porn back and stop poking in his significant other’s personal business. …but he kind of wanted to tease the man.

He left the girly mag out. Opening it and posing it over his T-shirt covered chest when he heard the creak of Eiji finally opening the bedroom door.

He gave his best overexaggerated sexy stretch, showcasing what he’d found. “This is the kind of thing you like?” He tried to pout, “Am I not your type?”

Eiji froze as he saw the magazine in Ash’s hand. Evaluating the Caucasian in front of him for anything more than the shenanigans being currently pulled.

“D-! Where did you find that?”

Ash rolled over, mischief overriding his system. “In your comics,” Shit-eating grin.

“I- is that all you found?” Dread crept up Eiji’s face…. It was adorable.

“Does a good boy like you have more?” He flipped through the magazine, “I think she’s pretty,” He teased. A pretty girl whining and covering her breasts as the camera ‘interrupted’ her changing.

“You know I’m not a ‘good boy’. Stop being a dick,”

His stuttering and flushing were amusing. ….Ash wanted to unbutton that pajama shirt and see how far the pinkness went…. But they were at Eiji’s parent’s house, and Japanese walls were thin.

Eiji set up his futon next to Ash. Letting a hand creep out to hold his friend’s fingers.

The night was normal.

………………………………………..

The trip was normal.

He still couldn’t forget the video tape and magazines.

He wondered if Eiji would ever bring it up. The other always knew when he was lying.

Nothing was mentioned.

They had been messing around a bit beforehand…. It was still weird. New. Hesitant in a way that was annoying, but not unwarranted.

……………………………….

They had been moved into their new apartment about a week now. Eiji was out. The visible camcorder gave him an idea…..

It was easy to go to the sex store and find the things he wanted a few days earlier. Ash had been debating this for a while.

He wanted to see what would happen.

It couldn’t possibly hurt anything. Either Eiji would be turned on or it would be humiliatingly hilarious, both weren’t horrible outcomes.

…………………………………………………………..

Ash struggled more than he’d like to admit setting up the camera on the tripod…. He’d never needed to do this himself.

The camera’s presence still made him nervous. He denied that he was shaking.

He checked the viewfinder and lay out his implements.

He thought of who he was doing this for.

……………………………………………

“Hey! I’ve got a present for you,” Ash pecked him on the cheek as he returned.

Everything was cleaned up. The only evidence was the small cassette he’d titled ‘**Special XOXO’ with permanent marker.

He plugged the camcorder into the TV.

Sounds of his own moaning filled the apartment.

“Y-you can take something that bit,” Eiji sputtered. The disbelief was delightful.

Ash licked the shell of his ear, brushing his soft hair. “Yeah, does it turn you on? I’ve still got rope marks on my legs, you wanna see?”

No reaction, but the older boy’s body was rigid under his touch.

His hand cupped his boyfriend’s erection. He flinched away from the contact. “I’m still loose if you want to do it now. Watch me on screen, and have me here.” He trembled at the suggestion, fought the urge to bolt and leave the one person he trusted more than anything. He licked his lips to cover up that reaction.

Would Eiji take the bait?

Was this bait? He just wanted to know Eiji’s reaction……

“So you did find it…..?” his voice was low and resentful.

Ash traced a finger along his boyfriend’s face, lightheartedly. Eiji refused to look at him, even going as far to hide his face in his hands.

“You must think I’m a terrible pervert.”

“I don’t think that at all. Do you want to do that to me?” He pulled his tank top to the side, pink nipple poking out of the thin cotton…. “You seem to be interested,” A frisky squeeze to the groin…. Eiji was hard… Ash felt his stomach turning. ….please say ‘no’, please say ‘no’…..

“Look, I watched those before I even met you,” He brushed Ash’s hand away, defensive. Angry? “Stop being cruel. I will not do stuff like that with you unless you want to.”

“I just thought you’d like it.”

“I don’t think you like stuff like that, so stop.”

Ash shut off the TV, quickly killing his practiced sounds of pseudo ecstasy. He left. The tension in the room was unbearable.

Eiji slumped farther into the couch, head in his hands.

………………………………………………………………

Cautiously Eiji entered their shared bedroom. “I’m sorry,” he started, “I didn’t think I should have let you know. It is embarrassing, you know?”

Ash stirred from under the covers, feigning sleep, “It’s not what you want from me?”

“….…you are very attractive. But I do not like you only because you are attractive,”

“I’m glad that you won’t do stuff like that to me. …. But I don’t think I mind if you have it.”

#asheiji #BFsmutweek #fanfiction #banana fish

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angrylizardjacket · 6 years ago

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AHHHHH LEEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING I JUST READ FIRST CHAPTER AND LEMME TELL U MILLIE WOULD BE HONORED TO HAVE ASH CRUSHIN' ON HER, NOT TO MENTION BE THE MODEL FOR HER CLOTHES!? AHHHHHHH GOOD GOOD JOB BABE IT'S AMAZING. -ROGERANDHISHAIR

@rogerandhishair I love you and I don’t know where this piece came from lmao.

The first time Ash meets Millie, they don’t know each other; Freddie’s invited her and Kash along to a gig in the pub Ash works at, and they hover by the bar, sometimes have a dance, and chat to the band but Ash doesn’t think anything of it. Kash, who’s known both girls for a while now, introduces them in a break between sets when the music dies down.

“This is Millie-” Kash gets out, and they shake hands quickly as Ash is called away by a man at the other end of the bar, since Maureen is busy. When she gets back, she pulls a pint for both the girls, and Roger joins them.

“What do you want?” Ash makes a face at him, and he holds up his hands in defense.

“No need to be like that, I’m just after a drink.” And she gets him one as he leans on the bar beside Millie. “Terrible service in this place, isn’t there, Mills?” And it’s only halfway a joke.

“She was nice enough to me.” Millie shrugs, looking a little confused at Ash, who rolls her eyes.

“What can I say, I’m a sucker for a cute face.” She says it completely deadpan but Roger still gets offended, which is all she needs to brighten her whole night. She breaks though, after about ten seconds of him spluttering for a response. “You know I’m kidding, Rog.”

“So you don’t think I’m cute?” Millie gasps, faux offended with her hand over her heart, but Ash has to hide her snort of laughter behind her hand; she’s already beginning to like this girl.

“I think you’re cute, Mills.” Roger adds, but she waves him off.

“You don’t count.”

Kash heaves a long suffering sigh and heads back to the band, pulling Millie, and by extension Roger, back with her. It’s not until after the gig that she gets the full story;

“So she’s your sister.” Ash looks wide eyed between Millie, who was having a very intimate conversation with Roger a few feet away, and John, sitting on the milk crate beside her. He nods. “And she’s dating-” she gestures to them again, and John nods once, expression a little pained. “Well I have to apologise; I thought he’d named his sex-doll Millie and the girlfriend thing was all just a sad charade.”

“Yeah, no, I heard that particular joke two weeks ago.” John interjects, and Ash feels herself flush with embarrassment.

“How do you not kill him daily?” She asks, a little in awe of how calm John was at this moment in time, and also every other moment in time that she can remember seeing him, now that she had this new information.

“I’ll tell you, it is a struggle sometimes.” He pauses, before smiling a little mischievously at Ash, a look she wasn’t super familiar with on his face. “Though Millie did tell me she’d probably be sad if I tried.”

“Probably?” There’s a little bit of disbelief in Ash’s voice, and she looks up to see Millie grinning back at them, a single eyebrow raised in curiosity. Roger’s headed back inside to start hauling out his equipment.

“Just catching Rocket up on the family history.” John explained with a blithe smile, and Millie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms with her weight on one foot.

“Sure you are.” She scoffed, though she was smiling still, “quit being a gossip and pack up your stuff; I need to get back before one,” and she followed after Roger back into the building.

“I like her.” Ash decides, and John grins fondly, a little bit of pride blooming in his chest for his little sister.

“I thought you might.”

#the angry lizard speaks #millie deacon #Anonymous

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glitterandmoondustofficial · 6 years ago

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Adorable

Side To Side: Chapter 23

Characters: Law, Ruby

Warnings: Fluff, One Bad Word

Notes: So, I’m going back and adding some pre-relationship stuff because I want to emphasize the pining and growing phases they had.

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“Hey,” Ruby came up to Law holding a chart. “I need to talk to you.” Law blinked at her serious tone and looked her up and down. She looked unharmed. In fact she looked made up and clean. Her hair was down and curly. He looked to her hands, pink painted nails and a couple rings. A pink floral crop top and high waisted blue shorts. White heeled sandals, so she was closer to her actual height. She had a new perfume on, too. And he hated himself because he was now noticing small details like this about her.

She was looking pretty. He’s sure anyone could see that, not just him. In fact, he was sure Ikkaku has already fawned over her so he didn’t need to be frustrated at himself for noticing the details. He stopped his racing thoughts and realized Ruby needed to talk to him.

“What about?” Ruby pushed hair behind her ear and shifted her weight. She was pretty. “Is it serious? Is everything alright?”

“Huh?” She said elegantly. “What? Yeah! You wanted me to give you the produce inventory, remember?” Law stared at her for a moment and cleared his throat.

“Right, I remember, of course.” He did not. When did he ask for that? He thought hard for a moment, trying to recall the conversation.

“Mornin’,” Ruby yawned and patted his back as she passed him by in the kitchen.

“Morning,” he grunted to his coffee cup. “You’re up early.”

“Ah, yeah, I-ow, fuck!” Law looked up from the newspaper to see her frustrated face.

“You alright?”

“I stubbed my pinky toe,” she whined. Law rolled his eyes at her.

“Is it bad? Do you need surgery?”

“I’m not a kid, jackass.” She scoffed as she held her foot with a pout. She let go of her foot and huffed at him, turning back into the kitchen. He smirked, and sipped his coffee. He watched her open the fridge and pull out various items to cook with.

“Not going to wait for Clione?”

“No. I’m hungry now.” She turned and kicked the door closed. She placed eggs, bacon, and peppers on the counter and looked over at him. “You want some eggs, too?” He shrugged. “Alright, two omelettes coming up.”

She pulled a scrunchy off of her wrist and started to tie her hair up. Law stared at her. Just...stared at her. She started humming happily as she started to cook and he became lost in the atmosphere. He felt himself relax as he watched her cook. She looked cute, and she was incredibly distracting. Where was he again? He didn’t even bother trying to find his place in the paper again, watching her cook was far more interesting.

“You like peppers, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And onions?”

“Yeah.”

“How are you on coffee? Do you need a refill?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, I’ll bring you the pot since I’m up and oh, we’re low on some of…” she started mumbling to the pantry. “I’ll do an inventory on my produce, do you want me to give you a report later?”

“Yeah.”

He was so stupid. He can’t believe he got so distracted with being comfortable around her he didn’t pay attention to a whole conversation about their jobs. He chastised himself and took the chart she offered. He stared down at it, looking at her stupidly pretty handwriting (honestly, it shouldn’t be that nice knowing her past) and tried to take in the numbers. Except he was too busy trying not to pay attention to Ruby that he couldn’t pay attention to not paying attention.

“Are you okay?” She asked and he looked up at her face. She looked concerned. She was also wearing shiny lip gloss that he bet tasted sweet.

“Why?”

“You seem...I dunno, frustrated?”

“I’m fine,” he said coolly and handed her back the chart. She stared down at it and back up at him.

“You don’t...want your copy?” Law internally groaned.

“I do, sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s because you wake up too early,” she smiled and her dimples started to show. “If you would sleep in every now and then, you’d be here more often.” She took a piece of paper from her clipboard and handed it to him.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he mumbled and took the sheet from her. “Is there anything you need?” She paused so briefly that most would miss it.

“Well, as I said in the report,” Law groaned internally again. “We need some more citrus fruits, so I want to head to town to see if there are any limes I can look at. I’ll probably take Clione with me and-”

“I’ll go with you.” He said stupidly.

“...you will?” She stared at him confused. “I mean, not to sound like I don’t like spending time with you but you usually don’t want to go out shopping with me.”

“I’d rather go with you and keep my wallet on me rather than you taking it without my permission.” He said like he didn’t just think that up instantly.

“Come on, I don’t do it that often,” her eyebrows lifted as she smiled. “But alright, that sounds good. You’ll have to buy me lunch.”

“What?”

“Anyway I’m headed back to work,” she turned around, her hair bouncing as she did. “See you later.”

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Law stared boredly forward as Ruby compared limes to one another. This was boring. He should’ve let her go with Clione because he was standing around watching her stare at limes. No, he had to go and let his feelings use his mouth instead of his brain.

“When were these picked?” Ruby asked the merchant.

“Just yesterday.” Ruby hummed. Law watched her talk to the merchant, gesturing as she still held limes in her hands. She looked ridiculous. And cute. And he was going to kill himself if he couldn’t stop his mind from automatically wandering to thoughts like that. Sure she was cute, but did he have to think about it all the time? No!

“Alright. I need all of them.”

“All?”

“Yes,” Ruby pat Law’s back. “Pay the man.”

“Huh?” Law blinked back to reality.

“Limes,” she said walking over to a crate of limes and picking them up. “We’re getting all of them.”

“All of them?”

“Yes, hurry up and pay so you can carry the other crate.” She started to walk off and he would’ve gotten distracted by watching her swaying hips if the merchant hadn’t cleared his throat and held out his hand for the money.

“Do we really need all of them?” Law caught up with Ruby.

“Yep,” she walked towards the sub. “For now we’ll use these to cook and whatnot with. I’m going to experiment with some other limes to see if I can make the most of them. That’ll take a bit, so we’re stockpiling for now.”

“Ah.” He shifted the crate and followed after her. “Are you always experimenting with things like this? You made that flower, too.”

“Yeah!” She grinned in excitement. “Thanks to my greenhouse I’m able to create all sorts of things. I used to want to do it all the time but didn’t have the means,” she started to walk up the ramp to the Tang and he nodded as she happily spoke about plants and experiments. Law smiled at her enthusiastic face. She was cute. “Ah,” she stopped as they reached her greenhouse. “Sorry, I’ve been rambling on, haven’t I?”

“It’s fine,” he said and opened the greenhouse door for her. “I want my crew to be passionate about their work. No sense in having you all do things you don’t care about.” Ruby smiled softly.

“Over here,” she placed the crate on the ground next to a table. “Thanks, Law.”

“For what?”

“Letting me be this way and granting me a greenhouse, I’ve never…” she cleared her throat. “You’re a pretty great captain.”

“I know.” Ruby laughed.

“Here,” she turned and started for the door. “I’ll buy you lunch, come on.”

“Thought I was supposed to be buying you lunch.”

“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“Right, right.” He started to lead the way out of the greenhouse. “Tell me more about these limes you’ll be feeding us.”

Ruby excited hopped over to him, starting where she left off about her limes. He didn’t even mind it when she wrapped her arm around his. Although, he did get some odd stares from the crew. Sure, Ruby did it with all members of the crew, but Law rarely let her do it with him. If he was honest, he wanted to be this close to her and the idea of being like this in public wasn’t so terrible.

This woman really was making him too soft, in the end.

#side to side #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece #lawxoc #ruby sela #sela ruby

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southerndreamsofstarlight · 6 years ago

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Soulmate AU ~ Loki, Part 6

Hey y’all, sorry it’s been a little while since my last update! The past week has been crazy! Anyways, here’s part 6! Hope y’all enjoy!

Also, if you want to be added to the tag list for this series, comment below and let me know! :)

You can find the others parts here: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

The next morning, brought a wave of anxiety to Elsie. Today, she would be accompanied by Thor and Loki - the latter of whom would be wearing magical cuffs to ensure that he did not do any mischief in the brief hour or two they were on earth.

Apparently, the Avengers had alerted the dance studio where she held a part-time job, and her apartment complex, of the situation. Or, made-up some believable story anyway that would allow her to leave without any consequences for future employment or residency.

Elsie sighed, looking down at her outfit. She had not had time to pack anything with her before, and as such, had no choice but to wear her clothes from the previous day. I guess this is it then...she thought, hearing a knock on the door and Thor’s boisterous voice.

In a dizzying flash of brilliant light, causing Elsie to feel light-headed, the threesome arrived inside her apartment. Still reeling from the experience, she tried to find sure footing, but ended up stumbling backwards. Traveling by rainbow bridge, wasn’t exactly smooth - especially for the first time, and for a Midgardian, more so.

To her relief, a pair of solid arms caught her around her middle, steadying Elsie until she could stand on her own. As soon as they had grasped her, the arms disappeared and a good three feet of space appeared between the two. For it was not Thor that had caught Elsie, but Loki.

And the expression, paired with his jerky reactions, made it seem like he had done so involuntarily. Blasted bond! muttered Loki mentally, cursing his idiotic self for not using better restraint and allowing a lax of judgement.

Elsie had been about to thank the person who caught her, yet when she saw it was Loki, her brain froze. What in the world? Why had he caught her? As strange as it was, Elsie pushed her questions down - deciding that it was safer to not investigate that topic.

Or rather, she was afraid of what she might find if she did.

Thor, who found the entire situation amusing, flashed a grin at the two of them. “What a quaint dwelling, Lady Elsie!” He shifted to the side quickly, to avoid knocking into a glass side table.

While her apartment was small, it was cozy. The living room and kitchen were virtually one and the same, with the color scheme comprised of blush pinks, silvers, blacks, whites, and complimenting shades. There was a small gray sofa, not amounting to much, but had been decorated with pretty pillows and a throw blanket in an attempt to brighten the space. Directly across from it, was a console with a TV on it, while tiny glass side tables sat on each side of the sofa.

“Thanks,” said Elsie, blushing slightly. She knew her humble abode wasn’t much, though she had tried to make it homey.

Nodding, Thor gave her an encouraging expression, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Lady Elsie, what shall you bring back with you?”

She sighed heavily. Part of her had been hoping that coming back to her apartment, would maybe gain Thor’s sympathizes and just maybe, she would not have to go back to Asgard. Apparently, that was not the case.

Suddenly, barking and meowing entered her train of thought. And in rushed her adorable King Charles Cavalier Spaniel puppy, and her equally cute Ragdoll kitten. They raced forward to Elsie, with the puppy jumping up on her legs, and the kitten rubbing against them.

“Belle! Ariel!” exclaimed Elsie, instantly crouching down and hugging the two pets to her chest - burying her face in their fur. “Poor babies, I’m so sorry I left you alone all night!” She scratched Belle’s brown ears, and stroked Ariel’s gray and white fur.

Loki scoffed at the pathetic affection the Midgardian was showing such miniscule creatures. Norns, they would end up dying within a day if she brought them to Asgard.

“They’re coming with me!” declared Elsie firmly.

Of course. Of course the Midgardian was going to bring them. What else had he been expecting? Loki shook his head at the terrible idea.

Thor, however, despite his massive size, found the kitten and puppy delightful. “Such small creatures!” exclaimed the Asgardian, reaching a hand down to touch Belle, who shied away from him with a whimper.

Frowning, Thor looked at Elsie. “Why does this adorable creature fear me?”

“Have you looked at yourself?” deadpanned Loki, rolling his eyes.

Ignoring Loki’s comment, Elsie said, “You have to speak softly Thor, and come down to their level. They’re only babies and loud noises scare them.” She positioned herself on the wood floors as an example, bringing Belle and Ariel to cuddle at her side.

Thor nodded and plopped down on the floor with a thud. He gave her an apologetic expression, as he had been trying to be quiet, only, being subtle wasn’t exactly his strength.

“Now, hold out your hand, and say their name gently,” explained Elsie.

Fifteen minutes later, Thor had succeeded in gaining Belle and Ariel’s affections. Currently, the puppy was curled up in the Avenger’s lap, brown and white head resting on Thor as he continued petting Belle.

Ariel, on the other hand, was positioned in the middle of the room where she could keep an eye on both Asgardians.

As Loki felt a pair of blue orbs peering into him, he looked over and saw the kitten watching him carefully, as if to say, you hurt Elsie and I will make your life a living hell.

Meanwhile, Elsie was flying around her apartment in a whirlwind of motions. She could not afford to forget anything - who knew when would be the next time, they would allow her to come back?

Everything had to go.

Duffel bags, suitcases, and any sort of traveling case she could find, were all thrown out of her closet. Next, she started tossing all her clothes in there that she might need - jeans, sweaters, skirts, tops, her dance stuff, and every other item you can imagine.

Clothes weren’t everything though, and Elsie went to grab a trash bag before returning to her bedroom. She yanked out her diary, journals, picture frames, books. Into her computer bag/backpack, she placed her laptop, camera, and any other technology she thought she might need.

Not to mention, her piano music and good ‘ole Disney movies. Elsie then went to work on gathering everything her pets would find necessary - their beds, carrying crates/cases, toys, bowls, and food.

After checking to make sure she had not forgotten anything, Elsie returned to her living room with the last bag. Glancing at the silver clock on the wall, she was not surprised to find that five hours had passed.

“Um, I’m ready.” I guess...she added mentally.

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glittergutts · 3 years ago

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I caught the ipsy add ons before they ran out. I'm getting some lip stuff, a probiotic cream, some reusable cotton pads and I forget what else. I'm really excited to have mail to look forward to.

I'm feeling really wiped out today. I can't seem to fall asleep for a nap either. Life is punishing me for why I don't know.

I need to eat breakfast soon I already fed the kids and should've eaten then.

We forgot to put the cat in her crate last night and she had a hairball on the couch it wss gross but it's clean now.

I feel really off today like my brain isn't focused. I miss my husband in a terrible way today. I always feel better when he's around but I'm waiting on a phone call from him so that'll be nice.

Lola's been obsessed with her baby alive and feeding it and getting my kitchen table soaking wet but it's so much fun for her she decided to spend some of her money on a new baby alive boy and a double doll stroller cause she'll have 3 dolls soon. It's been so sweet watching her take care of her dolls and practice mom skills even though she's only 6. its just cute.

Ellies been making YouTube videos about her art and all sorts of stuff it's been cool to see what she's interested in on a deeper level. I love when she asks me to do her make up before she records. I actually help the camera for one video it was fun.

I love watching my kids grow up and change and learn everyday.

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wittystiles · 7 years ago

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Kitten Claws || Stuart Twombly

Author: wittystiles

Relationship: Stuart Twombly x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: Cursing.

Summary: Stuart and Reader decide to get a hamster. Their plan quickly changes.

A/N: Thank you to my wifey @ellie-bee242 for giving me this prompt and asking me to write something for Stuart. This is nonsense fluff and it’s cute I hope. Enjoy.

Stuart reluctantly followed behind you as you made your way through the outdoor shopping mall you’d pestered him to go to with you. His phone was clutched firmly in his left hand, and had you not have been holding his right, he would have most certainly gotten lost by now.

“What about going in here and getting you so-” You stopped your sentence mid word, turning your head to look at your boyfriend who was engrossed in his cell phone. He looked up when you stopped walking, raising his eyebrows a bit.

“You’re not mad at me because I’m not paying attention, are you?” He asked, lowering his hand a little, trying to slyly stuff his phone into his pocket as if he didn’t want to still be looking at it.

“No,” you said softly. “Course I’m not mad at you for not paying attention to me. I just think it’s the raddest thing ever to have a boyfriend who doesn’t acknowledge me for like an hour because he’s fiddlefucking around on his phone.”

Stuart almost winced at your covert hostility towards him. “Well!” He whined. “I don’t like walking around malls, it’s boring. And we can’t even afford most of the shit in here, (Y/N). So instead of getting myself upset seeing you like something that I know I can’t get for you, I’m checking out and focusing on work.” He dropped your hand to gesture around. “Besides! We came here for one specific reason and we haven’t even made it to that store. We’ve been here for nine days, and we still haven’t gotten where we want to go.”

You stared at him blankly for a moment before rolling your eyes. “That was a bit dramatic don’t you agree?”

“No.”

The two of you stood in silence giving each other equally bitchy looks for a good beat before eventually you caved, grabbing him by his elbow to drag him along with you.

“Where are we going now?” He asked, stumbling a bit to keep up with your quick and determined pace. Getting his feet underneath him properly, he managed to match your stride.

“We’re going to the pet store,” you declared picking up the speed of your step even further. “You’re complaining we haven’t gone yet, so. We’re going.”

“To get a hamster?” He asked as if for clarification. You nodded, focusing again on the destination.

“I’m still not exactly sold on this whole idea.” Stuart muttered, breathing a little heavy as the two of you near ran across the mall. “Also we could slow it down just a bit. We’re not in a race.”

You huffed loudly, “are you sure? Because you’re bored in malls, remember?”

He groaned, “you could let that go.” “When have I ever let anything go?” You asked, stopping abruptly in front of the pet store. Stuart, who had not been paying attention, bumped right into the glass. His forehead made a loud ‘pang’, and he recoiled in shock, his hand rubbing at his forehead.

“Sonovabitch,” he muttered following you inside. “Get the Goddamn hamster and let's just go. Please. Don’t even bother with a cage. We’ll just put it in the sink and hope it doesn’t crawl out. I don’t want to risk anyone asking me about my collision with the glass.”

With an eyeroll you pulled his hand away from his forehead, seeing that it was slightly red. “You’re fine. You probably only irritated it when you started rubbing it. No one even noticed, I’m sure. Now, please. Help me pick out /our/ hamster.” You urged, turning to head for the section of the store that housed the hamsters.

Stuart dutifully followed behind you, muttering about the fact you couldn’t see the damage caused inside of his skull, and how he wasn’t fine. “I could be concussed.” You caught him muttering.

“What was that?” You asked of him over your shoulder, walking past the wall of cat kennels.

Stuart pretended like he didn’t say anything, instead giving his full attention to the bins of hamsters, all crawling over each other or hiding in their dens. “They’re kind of ugly.” He decided, crouching down to look at a few dwarf hamsters that were practically stacked on top of each other. “Don’t you think?”

You shook your head, looking away from the hamsters to the cat kennels. “No, they’re not. Look at a different breed.” You waved your hand in the general direction of another type of hamster, abandoning them for the cats.

“Well these are cuter.” You heard Stuart say behind you as you stopped to read the information on one of the cats.

“Hi, my name is Lilly. I am a 2 year old tabby, and I was rescued with my brother. I love belly rubs, and yarn. I am a little afraid of people, though, so please forgive me if I hide.”

You dropped the card that hung off of Lilly’s krate and went to the next, seeing a spotted cat curled up on its bed. You picked up its card and read it.

“Hello, I’m Fred. I am a 4 year old boy. I am very friendly, and love head rubs. I was rescued with my sister, Lilly.”

You dropped Fred’s card as well, knowing if you got one you’d have to get the other so as to not separate them.

You continued looking at the cats, stopping at a small black and white cat. You crouched down, resting one hand against the glass of the cats kennel, the other holding her card. “Hi, you! I’m Turnip. I am an 8 month old tuxedo cat who was surrendered by my parents. I am very calm, and love to be held. I also enjoy butt scratches, and kisses. I’m not loud, and I don’t bite, but sometimes I claw when I’m excited or playing.”

As you were reading the cat stood from where she was laying in the corner and walked over to the glass, rubbing her face against the spot where your hand was. You gave the cat a small smile, standing up. “I’ll be back for you.”

You turned to find an associate, bumping directly into Stuart. “Hey, what the hell?” You asked, glaring at him.

“I thought we were supposed to be looking for a hamster together?” Stuart motioned to the hamsters, furrowing his brows. “I saw like, four cute ones and I kept asking you about them, but you were over here.”

You sighed, “right. Well, I’ve decided we’re not getting a hamster.”

“Oh? Well then, let’s go.” Stuart reached out to take your hand, assuming that you were ready to leave the pet store. You retracted your hand, shaking your head.

“No, wait! We’re getting a cat.” You declared, smiling confidently.

“Excuse me? Who’s ‘we’?” Stuart crossed his arms. “It certainly isn’t you and me, we. You must be talking about you and your other boyfriend.”

Groaning, you rested both of your hands on Stuart’s arm. “No, Stu! I’m talking about you and me, we! Come on. You were ready to get a hamster with me. A cat is just a larger hamster.”

Stuart shook his head, shocked by you. “No! No it isn’t, (Y/N)? A guinea pig is basically a large hamster. Same principals to take care of them. A cat and a hamster are not even close. A hamster lives in a cage, and requires little maintenance. A cat wanders the entire house, needs to have its litter cleaned, its nails kept, its fur brushed. Cats require love and attention, and they get lonely probably.”

“And?”

“And no!” Stuart held himself back from dramatically throwing his hands up in the air. “A cat is far too much commitment and responsibility for us, (Y/N). We work all the time, we have weird hours. Not to mention we can barely remember to feed ourselves, let alone a cat. I was iffy on the hamster, but I feel they’re a lot more resilient than a cat. And they don’t make noise. Fuck, a cat’s a what? 12 to 14 year commitment? A hamster's a what? 2 to 3 year thing? I don’t know if we’d make it 12 to 14 years, and I don’t wanna be those people that fight over the custody of their animal.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “oh? So you don’t think you’re in this for the long hall, Stuart?”

“What?” He questioned, genuinely confused.

“I said, you don’t think you’re in this for the long haul? What, are you planning on leaving me sometime soon?”

Stuart quickly shook his head, knowing this was about to become a fight. “No, of course I’m not planning on leaving you, (Y/N). You know I love you. I was just saying, you know, a cat’s a long term thing. And I don’t know if-if...“

“Know if what?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest, raising your eyebrow at him. “If we’re gonna make it? Is that what you’re about to say? Do you think we’re gonna break up? Cause this is the second time in this conversation we’ve gotten here, Stuart. If you’re trying to tell me something, maybe you should have said it before we reached the pet store. Hmm? We could’ve made it into a “commitment” you’re not ready for by getting a hamster, you know?”

Stuart stammered, his words lost on his tongue. He had no idea how he could respond, or what to say to possibly salvage this conversation where you would not be furious with him.

“I didn’t mean it like that, (Y/N).” Stuart finally managed, feeling terrible.

“Sure you didn’t, Stuart. You just always say we aren’t gonna be together in the long run, of course. Silly me, Stuart.” He went to defend himself, but quickly decided against it. “I’m sorry.” He finally said after a beat. “Show me the cat that you want.”

One hour, eighty-five dollars, food, and a bag of litter later, Stuart and you had made it home with your new addition. After his conversation about not thinking that the two of you would make it the long haul, Stuart had given in.

You had asked one of the workers to kindly let you meet the cats, and she happily obliged. Some were friendly, and some were not, however only one had stood out to you. The small tuxedo cat who had walked over and rubbed her face against the glass while you had read her tag. You’d spent the entire car ride home with her curled up in her crate on your lap. You’d held your finger through the little holes so she could play with it, and you’d quickly and deeply fallen in love with her.

When you’d gotten her home, Stuart made quick work of setting up her litter box. He made sure it was in the guest bathroom so that the two of you wouldn’t have to smell it, and he found a place in the small kitchen of your shared apartment to place her food and water bowls.

You set Turnip’s crate down in the living room, waiting for Stuart to join you, before you opened it and let her out to explore. The two of you watched her cautiously walk out of her carrier, looking around at the two of you before cautiously making her way over to you. You held your hand out to her, letting her cuddling into your hand while the two of you sat close together.

Turnip crawled into your lap and began purring as you scratched at her ears and neck, letting her become comfortable in your lap. “She’s wonderful, isn’t she?” You asked Stuart, scratching at the kitten’s butt.

“She’s something.” Stuart agreed, reaching out to pet the kitten in your lap. She immediately recoiled away from his hand, not purring anymore.

“Excuse me?” He said, narrowing his eyes on the cat. “What the hell was that?”

You shrugged, continuing to pet Turnip. “Maybe just, let her get used to you.” You suggested.

Stuart nodded in agreement, and gave another attempt at getting close to the cat, this one thwarted as well.

After a while you decided all attempts you were making to try and get the two to get along together weren’t working, and he was on his own with the cat situation. You got up to make dinner, leaving him to sit on the floor of the living room with an angry kitten, and a small toy.

“You know,” Stuart called to you from his hands and knees while you worked on making the orange chicken for dinner. “I think she’s finally coming around to me.”

You smiled happily, “that’s wonderful darling.” You called to him, your back to the living room. You were adding the sauce packets to the pan when you heard Stuart yelp, and the kitten make a loud hiss. A moment later Stuart came hurrying into the kitchen with a bloody hand. “She fucking clawed me, good too!” He exclaimed, holding his hand out over the sink. You abandoned the pan and quickly turned the water on, letting him rinse his hand under the faucet. You made him wash the wound with antibacterial soap which caused a lot of cursing to fall from his lips, and then you wrapped his hand in paper towels to dry it off. “C’mon, lemme see the damage.” You said, holding your hand out for him to place his own into. He was reluctant for a moment before finally giving in, letting you remove the paper towels and see the scratches. There were three long, fairly deep marks on the back of his right hand that were beginning to bleed a little again. You frowned, kissing his knuckles which were unaffected. “Let me go get you a bandaid. Mix that with your good hand, would you?” You asked, indicating the pan on the stove before rushing out to head for the bathroom.

Returning, you took Stuart’s hand again, peeling the band aid out of its wrapper. “There,” you said with a smile as you got the large band aid perfectly over all three scratches. “All better.”

Stuart huffed at you, holding his hand in his other when you let it go. “All better, except for the fact that we have a fucking demon as a kitten.”

You rolled your eyes at him, going back to making dinner. “Stuart, she isn’t a demon. She’s just not comfortable with you yet. Give her some time.”

Stuart groaned, leaning back against the counter, watching you cook. “I don’t want to give her time, (Y/N)! I want her to either like me, or I want to get rid of her.”

You chuckled, “that’s not how things work, Stuart. You’ve got to give her time. She’s our baby!”

“Yeah, well,” Stuart sounded bitter as he spoke. “Our baby only happens to like you.”

You shrugged, “give her time. Like I said, she’ll come around. You’re her dad, she’ll learn to love you eventually.”

“I’m not her dad.” Stuart said grumpily.

You turned the flame off on the stove, nodding. “You are. You’re her cat dad, and she’ll love you.”

“Like you do?” He asked, smiling a little to himself. “Yeah,” you nodded. “Like I do.”

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diegest · 5 years ago

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I’ve had so many life changes in the last week since I got Atticus (besides the obvious fact that I’m responsible for keeping yet another being alive)

My personal schedule is far better and more responsible now. It’s a lot easier to prioritize necessities. I have to get up at a reasonable time or I might suffer consequences thus, it’s also easier for me to fall asleep earlier.

I cook again. I feel that I have to otherwise I need to take him with me to go get something. But this is also saving me money so I can’t complain too much and when I DO cook, it gives me a reason to put him in his run for a nap so that I can have that time to myself. Tonight I made smothered and stuffed meatloaves with roasted potatoes, roasted carrots, stuffed and topped with cheese and caramelized onions and bell pepper and it tasted great. And having that time to make it while he slept in the living room felt super necessary.

I clean my house again. Or at least I prioritize it far better than I did before. I HAVE to take the trash out more now because I know when he’s bigger he will probably fuck with the trash can and such. I have to vacuum more often or he will find something to gnaw or chew on. I have to sweep more and have to be far more mindful of what I might leave on the floor. This includes clothing after I shower if I leave my laundry hamper by the washing machine. That little shit tried to steal my underwear this morning when I had forgotten to close the bedroom door after opening his crate. Fucker. Today alone I vacuumed, washed dishes, swept, did laundry, brushed off snow from my back patio and car, cleared out all my shoes from the living room, and I’m quite proud. There’s a lot I wished I could have completed but can’t really because of the snow. I wanted to give him another bath but there’s no point really. And I know my floors are gonna keep getting gross with me tracking in snow but that’s a bridge I’ll burn when I get there.

He’s a people magnet. Which I both love and hate. Sometimes the attention is kind of cool and I like being able to introduce him to people and talk about him if they ask questions. But I also love being left the fuck alone lol

This dog is making me save money by cooking and is making me clean my house and be more of a responsible, social adult. Hot damn

Things I miss terribly though:

Sleeping when I want to/need to. I’m constantly tired. I’m exhausted right now. But I have to take him out in an hour so I know if I fall asleep right now it wouldn’t benefit me much.

Being able to leave my house when I want to/need to. I need to go to Walmart. I need essentials like trash bags and paper towels and I’m craving chocolate terribly. But both because of having him on a schedule and because of the snowstorm today, I can’t leave. Which blows lol

Being able to shower whenever I want and not have to work around the schedule I have set for him. My damn face is breaking out currently, either from the stress of owning a dog and my new job position, my diet recently (esp my large coffee and chocolate intake oop), monthly cycle, hygiene, idk. But I waited until I had him in his crate for the night to wash my face and as I was doing it I had the realization that I have a lot less freedom now for simple personal tasks.

Being able to stay out later with friends/ingest alcohol in general tbh lmao. I COULD but I’m also mindful that I would have to come back at a reasonable time and the idea of trying to adhere to his schedule with a few AMF’s, whiteclaws, mikes, bud lights, or the occasional Long Island (I have a wide variety of tastes now oop) in my system sounds difficult yet hilarious.

Being able to indulge in my other hobbies. Earlier I put him down for a nap after I ate my dinner and thought to myself, “this would be the perfect time to draw on my iPad and listen to music.” But I didn’t because I was so tired. Instead I laid on my bed with my coat on still and slept for an hour with YouTube in the background. That sucks tremendously.

Being able to access other parts of my apartment at night. I know I could go to my kitchen but I almost refuse to because I don’t want to risk waking him up or making him whine about being crated. I also kinda just miss chilling on my couch and watching stuff or fiddlefucking on my phone until bed time but I basically can’t be in my living room past 10pm currently unless I’m taking him out. So throughout the day if we’re home, I can’t be in my bedroom or bathroom without him being crated, and my office has a baby gate for Ivy now. And throughout the night, I can’t be in my kitchen or living room. Gross

He’s so incredibly cute and I know when he grows up I’m gonna miss his puppy phase, but I currently can’t wait for it to pass. I’m looking forward to having a trained, intelligent, more functional and easier to chill with adult dog that I can leave alone for longer increments of time and not fear for my apartment or belongings and without having to crate.

I’m looking forward to work tomorrow and hearing about the shitshow of a weekend that occurred at shelter that I will likely have to do some cleaning up from. I’m hopeful that maybe my weird and busy schedule will allow me to leave again early on Friday. Fingers crossed

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bwprowl · 7 years ago

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Appropriately-timed roleplay toys and easy convention exclusives for our favorite Karate Bugmen surface this week, along with a dinosaur that’s literally a big deal. New and old Nendoroids capitalize on the popularity of a show’s second season, and I take a look at bad guys both big and small. Gather round for Tuesday Night Toys.

New Stuff: September Fool’s Day

Last year I lamented that Tamashii/Bandai hadn’t come out with anything in celebration of the time-honored Kaixa Day, 09/13. Well they’ve apparently learned their lesson, as they’re preparing a release of the Complete Selection Modification Kaixa Gear, with a site that’ll go fully live with pre-orders on that delightful date. Or at least that’s hopefully what will happen, and it’s not all some…misunderstanding.

In other specialty Rider news, the upcoming Tamashii Nations exclusive SH Figuarts was revealed, and not terribly surprisingly, it’s Kamen Rider Joker. They’ve been milking the Shinkocchou Seihou W mold pretty well recently, and this late-series legend is an easy repaint of the base mold, and quite popular to boot. I’m sad he’ll be an exclusive since I’d love to have one, but that just means I’ll keep an eye out for any on the aftermarket. I should probably grab a W as well, at some point.

Oh, speaking of, as posted earlier this week, Eternal is getting a great-looking new SHFSS figure as well (check out that *posable* cloth cape!), and will be a webshop exclusive, sadly.

Chronicle Collectibles has another something for the truly insane toy-collector: A 1:5 scale figure of the T. rex from Jurassic Park. Yes, you read that right. They’re only making 100 of these, it’ll cost $4,500 shipped, come in a big crate they have to cart down to your home or business, and they even point out that you might need a friend to help lift it onto the included stand. I’ll always just love that insane-level stuff like this exists.

Wishlist: Newer Game

I ain’t even gonna pretend I’m not happy about New Game! getting a second season, and it’s been a cool one so far, with more dramatic situations to put the characters through in between all the relatable office-job stuff. In line with the series’ success, Good Smile is reissuing their Aoba Nendoroid (it originally was release before the series even came out and proved just how successful it was) as well as the first of her office mates, Hifumi.

Hifumi looks fine and all, she comes with Soujiro and the little text-message plates are a cute idea, but she’s hardly my favorite character, and I’m trying not to overload on Nendoroids these days. So her and Aoba sit firmly in the window-shopping category. However, I’m mainly hoping this leads to them doing their other co-workers, very specifically the character who is pretty much just me, Hajime! Because come on, how unfair will it be if the toy collector doesn’t get a toy?

On Desk: Galva Bloks

The Transformers The Last Knight line has seen some hiccups in getting newer waves into stores, leaving some people concerned as to whether they’ll get a shot at some of the toys they’re actually wanting. Stuff like Cogman and Nitro Zeus are still up in the air as to full retail reach, but I did find that Leader-class Megatron I’d been wanting! I’ve had my eye on this bad boy since he wowed everyone at Toy Fair, and he does live up to my expectations.

He’s big, and feels solid. The paint on him isn’t quite as nice a wash as it looked back at Toy Fair, being more of a dry-brushing effect now, but overall the toy still looks cool. He’s also doing well for gimmicks, which is always nice. He’s got the big cannon that springs out from the jet cockpit on his arm, and the included flame effects can plug in. These are such a cool addition, effect parts on Transformers are an incredibly rare thing. Plus they use standard 5mm pegs, so you can use them with any other TFs that have places you can plug them in. He’s also got the face rotating into battle helmet mode via a switch on the back of his head, and it’s pretty cool, especially with the horns compressing in along with it. Overall there’s enough going on with him to make him feel like the bigger, more complex toy he is.

The transformation is similarly strong, hitting that sweet spot of complexity without being frustrating for this size class. The way the legs work is a bit unintuitive, and the cockpit/cannon can be annoying until you get everything tabbed in, but for the most part it works. Going back, I really like how effectively his wings and bits compress into his backpack, it’s impressive how little space they end up taking up. Anyway, the jet mode is HUGE. Like just the wingspan and length of it is kinda crazy, even for a Leader-class figure, and it gets even *longer* with the flames attached to the back. Be warned if you do plan on displaying him on a shelf like this, he’s going to take up quite a footprint.

So overall, he’s a big, solid figure, which is what you want from this size class, and he looks as cool as he did initially, which is a good thing. I’m really glad this guy started coming out in my area. Now I just need to track down a Nitro Zeus for him to pal around with.

I did also end up grabbing one of those Mega Construx Skeletor figures, and he’s as delightful a distraction as I could have hoped. I do love Mega’s getting to this point where their building-block-compatible mini-figures are really just tiny action figures, and the posability on these things outclasses many ‘real’ figures. They’re like Mini-Mates without the stupid style. Skeletor’s a great desk-size dude, and he even comes with a staff built out of a few pieces. I can’t see myself getting many more of these, depending on what licenses come out, but you know I had to get Skeletor, at least.

And that’s everything, everyone! See you back here next week, and I hope you have fun!

#kamen rider #jurassic park #new game!#transformers #skeletor #motu #toys #tuesday night toys

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Cutie Reviews: Tokyo Treat 19 July 2017

Welcome cuties, to another Tokyo Treat review ♥ As you can see, we’re in for a festive, summery theme!

I’d also like to take a moment to apologize for my lateness. As excited as I was for this review I’ve been busy these past few days with some errands and travel. But I’m back and ready to write!

How are you enjoying your summer for the time being~?

Here are the special Lucky Treat items for the month ♥ see anything you like? I really like the pokemon and Vocaloid stuff like usual, but I’m in love with the Gelee Parfait ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ it looks so colorful and yummy~

As usual, I like to start with the non-edible, not covered in this post, etc items. Here we have the drink of the month, along with the DIY kit I’ll do in a separate post, and two food items.

I know, you’re probably wondering “cutie-chan, those are foods! So why are they here??“

Well curious Cutie, that’s because they are previously covered items. If you read this blog then you should recognize them. I covered them in this blog post. So I don’t think I should waste space to cover them twice when I gave them full reviews in a prior box. Although I will point out these were both destroyed beyond recognition. Still edible, but mangled.

The Umaibo was broken up and nearly dust, while the buttercream cake was smashed Σ(゜ロ゜;) Which didn’t happen last time...

So yes, if you haven’t already and you want review on these check out that past blog post. My feelings haven’t really changed.

Anyway, we also got the DIY Shakeable Magic Jelly and a Kiwi Fanta +E, a drink that is part of the Japanese +Vitamin series. There are 3 kiwi worth of vitamins in this bottle, equaling 1/2 the daily amount recommended, and it is a summer limited edition flavor ♥ It’s a tasty, healthy soda that reminds me of light kiwi x acidic fizzy apple.

I’ll be rating it 3.5 out of 5. The flavor is good, it took a few sips to get used to it but it’s not bad. What bothers me is that I feel like my mouth and throat get really dry with each sip. For something that is advertised as refreshing, I’m not sure that should be happening? Especially in summer, when you need to stay hydrated!

This adorable neko is our Special Premium Item is for this months crate, it was love at first sight for me I assure ◟(◔ั₀◔ั )◞ ༘♡

This is the Squishy Cat, a super-soft little squeeze toy with the texture and pull of pudding (which is what I named mine cause look at him). It’s made of a very bouncy rubber or silicone I assume, and there are 5 varieties in total: A calico, cream, grey with spots, this one, and an angry black kitty that looks so sweet~

This is an overachieving 100 out of 5! I can’t even begin to describe how amazing this little cutie is! The paint job is a tiny bit messy in some spots, but I adore this too much to care. I love setting him out next to me and giving his belly a little poke when I get frustrated or bored. I also like how photo-genic this little guy can be.

I know, it looks like a lot, but it’s just 3 items. In order we got the Summer Annual Coconuts Pocky; a special summer pocky perfect for a beach day- or if you just like coconut. Which I actually don’t. This is essentially a thicker chocolate pocky covered in coconut shavings- and all you taste is coconut. I’d give it a 2.5 to 3 out of 5. It’s not because I hate it, but it’s not very special either. It’s not a mind-blowing perfect combination of chocolate and coconut either. But to be fair, I’m not obsessed with pocky, so if I liked them more I might have had better opinions.

Next is the Mugikko Chocolate Barley Puffs, which are barley puffs covered in chocolate. Now, if you never had a barley puff before, it’s essentially a puffy textured little kernel or oat with an odd taste 3 out of 5. The packaging is darling ♥ but if you don’t like barley I don’t think the chocolate coat is enough to save it. They also don’t look very appetizing; they look more like... well, if you have a pet rodent or rabbit you might get the idea.

Lastly in terms of chocolate we have these cute Pikachu Shaped Chocolate Puff, these are essentially like any other puffed snack you get in these containers. It has the same texture, but the only thing to change is the shape, flavor, and theme.

As you can see I got a Lapris sticker, and I like lapris, but my favorite will forever be Vulpix ♥ The flavor is chocolate, and these are shaped like Pikachu’s head. I do like these snacks, but a general problem I find with all of them is that the second they are opened, their quality goes down- a lot quicker than most corn puff snacks I noticed. 4 out of 5. I’m kind of getting tired of seeing these...

As you can see, the sweet snacks aren’t done just yet~

This month, we get some unusual Mini Watermelon Choco Chips. Way back in December when I got my first box we got regular choco chips, so I was surprised to see this brand again. I love chocolate chips though so I’m not complaining! I never had a watermelon flavored cookie though so this was pretty interesting.

You taste the chocolate chip, and you get the strong taste of watermelon too. Ironically the description explains that they put real watermelon juice into the dough, but it sort of tastes artificial to me. But again I have no problem because I love watermelon candy ♥ Also returning is Bourbon, with their Petit Pineapple Biscuit, perfect for summer and snacking on the go.

They come on a cute little plastic tray and if you like Pineapple you will love this. I like pineapple, and cookies/biscuits, but I’m still getting used to the unusual fruits being put into them. If I really had to choose between these and he watermelon cookies, I guess I liked them both about the same. They would both get a 4 out of 5.

Last but not least, we have the One’s Bar Salty Vanilla Chocolate. It looks like a kit-kat, it feels like a kit-kat; but it’s not a kit-kat. These are solid bars of chocolate made from vanilla beans in Madagascar and rock salt from Lorraine.

It tastes exactly like vanilla ice cream and salt... or you could say sea salt ice cream, because I made that when I was little and it tasted exactly like this. 5 out of 5. The flavor is strong, you get the perfect blend of salty x sweet~

The sweets continue to flow with these fun, colorful snacks ♥

First is one of the dagashi treats, a Fruits Doughnut. The top has 2-split flavors with sugar and a white bottom. I actually couldn’t identify the flavors very well, surprisingly. The orange side tasted like orange-tangerine, while the reddish side was like... cherry-strawberry-apple? 3.5 out of 5. It was good, but very chewy.

Next is this fun little sweet, Chameleon Candy. It starts out as a brown sphere (that tastes like a light cola-lemon-sugar flavor) then slowly the color and shell dissolves within minutes into a smaller sphere with a fruit taste. There are 4 fruits, and so far I got 3 out of 4 of them: yellow, which was lemon, pink, which tasted like strawberry or peach, and green, which was green apple. There is also a purple one, which I assume is grape. I like candies like this, so I’d definitely give it 5 out of 5.

We also got some Melon Cream Soda Candy! I love melon, and cream soda; and these taste exactly like a lollipop I like. I’m a little picky with melon candy- but I like these! They’re sweet and refreshing, even if you don’t like the taste of melon candy or cream soda, you might change your mind with these. 5 out of 5.

Lastly is this exciting item, the Awawawawa Puccho Ball - Soda. I love soda-flavored candies and treats, and what makes these special is that they are coated in a foamy, fizzy powder that dissolves as it resides in your mouth, then within the candy sphere is a chilling paste. It’s the perfect combination for any soda lover, or someone who likes a little excitement ;3 5 out of 5!

Finally, we make it to the savory items of the crate! I’ll start with the Dagashi item (the little white bag), because I actually had no idea what these things were. They look like pieces of cereal and were crunchy, but not hard. They tasted like salt and pork rinds to me. I’ll give them a 4.5 out of 5. They weren’t bad, but... what were they, is what I want to know ｢(ﾟﾍﾟ)

Next to it is the Dagashi item of the crate, Savory Shrimp Rice Crackers. I’ve expressed this before, but I’m not big on shrimp or fishy things (except for sushi, I know). But I do like rice-anything, so I decided to remain optimistic- which earned them a 5 out of 5! These are crispy and the flavor isn’t overpowering in the slightest bit. They were fairly addicting, and I finished them days, if not a week after opening them and the quality didn’t lessen even a bit. Which I like in a snack since I’m not the type to finish them in one-go, unless I’m really hungry.

Here we have our last treat and a real winner in the bunch, the Crunchy Corn Snack by Ginbis. I’ve said this before- but I really like corn, and I’m sure some of you Cuties remember my love of the corn umaibo. Ironically I was worried about this snack though, because it looks like the snack Mix piece I don’t like, as well as the asparagus chocolate snacks I didn’t like from a few boxes back...

THANKFULLY, this was an exception! ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧ You can’t even begin to realize how relieved I was because I had high hopes for this snack. I will admit, it is crunchy-hard, but I had no problem eating them. The flavor tastes wonderful- like grilled corn with a slight sweetness. I’d give this an eternal 100 out of 5!

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Quality - 3 out of 5. The box wasn’t bad or anything- but 2 items were repeats from a box I just got, and they were in terrible shape. I know they can’t be accounted for this, but it doesn’t change my opinion. Everything else was perfectly fine though.

Content - 3.5 out of 5. I did have a couple items I was obsessed with sure, but nothing really wowed me, you know?

Total Rank: 6 out of 10 Cuties. This probably ranked the worst out of every Tokyo Treat box I got, maybe. Again, it wasn’t bad at all, it had a few mishaps but nobody is perfect. Nothing excited me though, except maybe 1 item.

♥ Cutie’s Scale of Yummy ♥

1. Crunchy Corn Snack - I think I explained myself above~

2. Teriyaki Umaibo - I explained why I went crazy for this in the prior review.

3. Awawawawa Puccho Ball Soda - Very fun and tasty!

4. Melon Cream Soda Candy - Deliciously sweet~

5. Shrimp Rice Crackers - Addictive!

6. Chameleon Candy - I like surprises like this, and they’re sweet. Despite it’s medium-small size it lasted a good while too.

7. ?????? - Still no idea what those were, but they were tasty.

8. Salty Vanilla Chocolate - It’s listed as gourmet and while I’m not sure while I would call it that, it is delicious.

9. Watermelon Choco Chips - Again I like watermelon, and chocolate chip cookies~

10. Pineapple Biscuits - I like pineapple, and the flavor is very strong!

11. Kiwi Fanta - I didn’t have any problem with it, but the flavor is a bit swing or miss. I still didn’t like the dry-ness left in my mouth.

12. Pikachu Chocolate Puff - Again, I’m kinda tired of seeing these now. They are very yummy fresh though.

13. Fruits Doughnut - *shrug* It was okay, kinda chewy.

14. Buttercream Cake - It’s pretty bland, but soft and fluffy~

15. Chocolate Barley Puffs - Interesting, but not remarkable.

16. Coconut Chocolate Pocky - I don’t like coconut and they didn’t really impress me or make me reconsider.

Okay Cuties, that does it for another review! I hope you enjoyed yourselves, I apologize for not being very informative or anything, but I can only figure out so much on my own. I still have the Kawaii Box, Doki Doki, and Kira Kira crates to cover, and I will get to them soon, I promise. Until next time, stay cute!

#tokyo treat #review #monthly subscription #monthly review #pokemon #pikachu #bourbon petit #pocky #summer festival #beach

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