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coy-lee · 2 years

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Anyone up for a lil Eclipse? Cuz my RP partner and I made a lil sumthin :3

(to preface: this Eclipse is based on the idea that he was made to monitor and supervise Sun and Moon. A caretaker for the caretakers if you will. Cute idea, I say)

Description: Eclipse is still quite new and very curious. Tonight, however, he has decided to explore the activity Sun and Moon tend to engage in on the daily. Sun is a willing Guinea pig. But mayhaps that was a mistake, for Eclipse has the best teacher on Earth to guide him.

Warning: lots of tickles

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Curious Eclipse

A long day of work was finally winding down, and it was time for the three bots to get their relaxation in before their charging time in a couple of hours. Cleaning had finally been done, and it was much quicker and easier now with the extra set of hands around! The extra...three sets of hands, from the one new bot: Eclipse.

Moon was resting comfortably on one of his big squishy bean bags, while Sun was organizing brushes and colors in his arts and crafts section... and Eclipse was simply watching over both of them as they did their own thing.

But he was bored. Very, very bored. Moon seemed too comfortable to disturb...but Sun was still as energized and chipper as usual! May as well talk to him. Besides, Eclipse had a question that had been itching at him for a while now.

"Sun~" The tall robot crawled down from atop one of the playplaces, sitting beside him. "Hello…"

"Oh, hello there! Do you need something, Eclipse?" Sun said looking up from his work briefly.

Eclipse looked down at the much smaller bot, tilting his head as he watched on for a moment. He seemed very curious, as he was with many things...Eclipse was a fast learner though.

"I was hoping...we could play?"

Sun stopped what he was doing to look at Eclipse again.

" Oh, uh, sure! Just let me finish up here and I'd be glad to." Sun was surprised by the request. Its not that he didn't want to play, of course he did. It's just that Eclipse was still a little reserved... Until now it seemed.

"Right..." Eclipse fully sat down now, arms at his sides and legs out. He watched Sun continue his little task, smiling briefly.

"I just… it's just that I saw you and Moon playing a game the other night that looked very interesting...I hadn't seen anything like it."

One of his many hands reached out, gently poking Sun's side, as if to get his attention. "You know?"

"AYEEHEEhee! ECLIPSE!? Ah...?" Sun was startled by the little poke, the feeling shooting a ticklish jolt through him. He rubbed the spot tenderly, trying to relieve the feeling.

That sound immediately got a reaction out of Moon, who lifted his night cap to peek out towards the giddy squeak.

"Ah, see...that! That is very interesting to me...I don't really… understand." He kept his hands to himself for now, since a quick scan led him to believe Sun may be distressed...

"Its a game, right?"

"Ah, u-uh… Well yes. I mean... Yes." Sun was a little shell-shocked still, not expecting such behavior from Eclipse, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't kind of excited to play this game with his newest friend.

"I see..." Eclipse examined his body language and the light blush on his cheeks. Sun seemed a little embarrassed...but not distressed, exactly. So he patted the spot in front of him on the floor.

"Will you sit with me?"

Moon secretly kept his eye on the scene, watching quietly from the sidelines…

"Uhm, j-just let me..." Sun quickly tossed the last few brushes into their bin. "There. Okay..." Sun stepped over to the spot next to the new bot and sat down. He was a little nervous, both aware and unaware of what was to come.

Slowly Eclipse reached out, this time poking Sun once very curiously in the center of his tummy. When he heard Sun's squeaky reaction, he pulled away.

"What is this, exactly? Why do you laugh?" Eclipse was genuinely curious, and looked...excited.

"Ohoho, well. It's.. I'm ... I'm just really ticklish is all..." a bright blush covered Sun's face. This normally wasn't so embarrassing, but he's also never had to explain it before.

"Ticklish..." Eclipse echoed. He thought for a bit before Moon spoke up.

"It means 'sensitive to tickling'...which is what you were doing when you poked him." Eclipse seemed to understand better now.

"Ah! Tickling... So this is tickling!" Two hands began softly poking Sun now, up and down both sides. "Like this?"

"Well thats one version ~" Moon suddenly got a mischievous expression.

"OhohoHOHOOHOO! W-wahahaheeheeheet a minihihihihiiikhkhkhkhkh. OHOHO! AHH!" the pokes had Sun dancing and jerking away in all sorts of directions, his laughter also being rather bouncy as each poke had a different intensity to it.

"Wow~ Why are you moving so much? It's hard to play..!" Now the orange bot pouted, and Moon couldn't help but laugh.

"It's a natural reaction to wiggle away. But it doesn't mean he hates it. In fact.... Sunny ADORES tickle games! You just gotta hold him still so he can enjoy them."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Absolutely. I'd never lie about that~ And besides, I do it all the time. Just pin him down and tickle away. You'll know when to stop." Moon watched from where he was, ready to be amused.

"..." Eclipse turned his head towards Sun before smiling, holding up all six arms. "Okay...~" He crept towards him now.

"Oh Stars..." Sun whispered to himself, eyes wide and nerves on fire already. Instead of getting up and running, Sun just started pushing his heels against the floor and crawled backwards away from the six armed menace before him.

"Hehe~ Gotcha!" Eclipse scooped him up rather easily, smiling and pulling him closer. "So I just keep using my fingers that way?" He questioned, and Moon finally turned to fully face them.

"Well you can~ Pokes tickle too...but the best method-" Moon held up his hands, wiggling his fingers in his typical manner, "-is to gently crawl aaaall around with your fingertips~ gentle pinches and squeezes also tickle..."

"I see...Like this~?" Eclipse held Sun by his shoulders in front of himself, then softly began to spider his fingers up his sides.

" PpptOHOHOHoho! AHHHAHEEHEEEE! OH! THAT TIHIHICKLES!" Sun squirmed as he tried to escape his ticklish fate, not too hard, though. He didn't really want to get away, but his sensitivity made him such a wiggle worm.

"Oh! Delightful..." Eclipse tittered and continued, but Moon spoke once again.

"And there are other spots, too, and methods and even ways to make it more tickly."

"Really?! Wow, there's SO much more to tickles than I thought..."

"There is... For example, instead of his shoulders, grab his wrists and lift em up! Then get his underarms."

Eclipse smiled, doing just this...and his hands slowly crawled up to Sun's underarm joints

Uh-oh...

"PfftAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NEHE-AHA-AHA-AHH! NOHOHOT THAHAHAHAAAT! " Now Sun REALLY struggled to get free, pulling down on his wrists that barely budged. Man Eclipse was strong.

"So loud and happy~ My sensors tell me you are having a lot of fun!" Eclipse outted him so easily, and Moon almost cackled!

"Like I said, he always loves it! Now...you can do simple things to really make it tickle more~ Like singing the word, or saying 'Coochie coo~' Sunny loves that too." Moon smiled as he watched, seemingly enjoying the show.

Eclipse's fingers toyed with Sun's wires gently as he giggled. "Oh yeah? Like...tiiickle tickle tickle...!"

"AAAHHHHAHAHAHA PLEAHEEHEESE DON'T SAY THAHAHAT! PLEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!" Between his wires being teased, the verbal teasing from Eclipse, the teasing from Moon, and the helplessness of the situation, Sun was dying of laughter and embarrassment.

"Ooohoo it works...!" Eclipse giggled again, and pulled Sun even closer. "Where else is ticklish...?"

"His tummy. Absolute death spot~" Moon smirked so wide.

"Death?!"

"It just means VERY ticklish. Go on, try it out." Moon watched on as Eclipse nodded, lowering his hands to Sun's defenseless tummy, scratching softly along the surface.

"Does this tickle~?" He was getting good at teasing…

Sun lost what litte composer he had left.

"YEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEEEK! NYAHAHAHAHA! STEEHEEHEEHEE! NATMYTUMMYHEEHEEHEE!" He was wriggling and squirming like crazy but he just couldn't get away. And those fingers just tickled away at his defenseless belly without a care in the world.

Eclipse had to move back in order not to be kicked, giggling playfully and tilting his head. "I have my own idea~" His tickling stopped briefly so he could reposition Sun.

He pulled him right up against himself, Sun's back facing him, and then overlayed his legs atop of Sun's so he couldn't kick.

"What an open position~" Moon chimed in, chuckling. "You know, his feet are very ticklish too."

"Oh! Is thaaaat sooo~?"

"Wahahait! WAHAHAHAIT! NONONOOOHOHO!" Sun found that this particular position was, well, unescapable. He could barely move and everything was so vulnerable, including his feet... Oh no. He was doomed.

"Hehe, I'm not even tickling you! You're still so giggly..."

"It happens. He's just very excited!"

Eclipse nodded and wiggled his fingers, reaching down and back around to Sun's tummy. His other two free hands removed Sun's shoes, softly fluttering his fingertips up and down the exposed soles.

"Heheh...Coochie coochie cooo~ Is that how that works? Though, you're so ticklish I don't think I need to do much teasing..."

Moon laughed, putting his chin in his hands. "Oh this is tooooo good. Having fun Sunny~?"

"AAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA ! I CAHAHAHAN'T! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!" Sun writhed as his feet and tummy were covered in tickles. He couldn't take it, but he had to. He was completely at Eclipse's mercy, and his mentor Moon of course.

Eclipse simply continued tickling and smiling away, almost looking evil in his own way...but truthfully, he was just having a blast.

Moon stood and wandered their direction, digging under his hat with a knowing smirk. "You know what else works very well for tickles...?"

Eclipse finally stopped to give Sun a break, smiling. "Hm?"

Moon pulled out multiple feathers...almost like a little bouquet! "Theeeese are one of Sunny's biggest weaknesses…"

Sun's gasping was forgotten at the site of the evil tools.

"NO! NO! NOT THE FEATHERS! NOT THE FEHEHEATHERRRS!"

"Why do you say no...? If you're having so much fun ~?" Eclipse took the feathers as Moon answered.

"He's shy...he finds it embarrassing! But it's really cute, isn't it~?" he mused. "Now these work best under his arms, in his belly dent, and aaaaall through his toes..."

"I see..! Lets try..." Eclipse gently began running them beneath Sun's toes first..

"AAAAACKEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! NOT THEHERE NOT THEEEHEHERE! OHOH STAHAHARS!" It amazed even Sun just how much damage a fluffy little feather could do. He could hardly stand it in general, but his toes were hypersensitive to such an instrument. Speaking of which, his toes where wigging and scrunching up and doing all they could to avoid the feather teasing them.

"You can totally hold his toes back..." Moon mentioned, and Eclipse nodded. He was not only a fast learner, but he was great at following instructions.

Sun's toes were held back by his middle arms, while the bottom set began getting in between them with the feather.

"Juuuust like that! Good job~" Moon chuckled, sitting between Sun's legs and looking right up at him. "Aren't you just having fun~?" He held up a feather as well. "Mind if I join?"

Eclipse just nodded with a smile, watching as Moon swirled that single feather slowly in circles on Sun's tummy.

"AAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! IM TOO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH! AYEEHEEHEE!" Sun shrieked, desperately trying to get away from the feather now teasing his tummy. He knew full well where it was going to end up. He was gonna die…

"Why yeessss, you ARE...much much too ticklish for your own good~ Coochie coo..." Moon moved the feather right into that most sensitive dip, swirling it through.

"Eheehee, but you love it right? Just scanning you tells me how happy you are!" Eclipse let Sun's toes go, but the feathers continued teasing around them. Meanwhile his now free hands spidered along the middle of his soles ruthlessly.

"AAAAHOHOHOHONOHOHO! AHHHEE! *SNORT* AHHhhHHHhhhHHHAHAAA!" Sun's sensitivity was being put to the test. That and his sanity. But why oh why did Eclipse have to be able to call him out like that!? Those scanners are a blessing and a curse…

"Oho! What a noise! It's very cute..." Now Eclipse was purring, not much unlike how Moon sometimes did. His head nuzzled the back of Sun's rays, which in and of itself seemed to tickle a lot.

"He does that when he's having the MOST fun~" Moon smiled, his free hand gently tickling beneath Sun's chin. The feathers on him didn't stop, and neither did the fingers... He would just have to sit there and take it until they were done.

"OHOHO STARS! OHOHO STAHAHAHAHARS! IHIHI CAHAHAHAN'T! PLEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!" Sun cackled madly. He was shaking his head and squirming as much as he could, but it did nothing to lessen the ticklish sensations that seemed endless. Moon was ruthless by himself. Eclipse was already a master, it seemed... But the two of them together? Perhaps Sun should have made a run for it when he had the chance…

"You can't ~? Can't what? Use your words, Sun..." Eclipse's purrs continued, the fingers on the center of his soles moving to instead crawl up Sun's sides and into his underarms.

"He's just so cute~ Such a ticklish thing, isn't he?" Moon now squeezed at his counterpart's hips, moving his head lower towards his tummy. "And you know what else? He has a veeeery yummy tummy..."

"Oh does he??"

"AAAAAAHK! MOOHOOHOOHOON NOHOHOHO! DAAAAHEEHEEHEE-DONTEATMYTUMMEEHEEHEEHEEEEEE!" Sun couldn't contain his (excitement) terror at the sight of Moony getting ready to snack on his belly. Uhg, and Eclipse's teasing sure didnt help the blush that seemed ever-present on Sun's face.

All Sun could do was laugh and squeal and witnesses his own tummy's impending doom.

"Yeheeeesss Im gonna eat your tummy~" Moon let out a raspy giggle before diving in, so to speak. His mouth began nibbling away at his tummy so quickly, and Moon even made little "Awwm nam nam nam~" noises playfully.

"Oho~! Can I join?" Eclipse looked at Sun as he squealed, grinning so wide before nuzzling into his neck and nibbling away. "Omnooom~ Heehee!"

Oh he was doomed... There wasn't a thing the poor robot could do to get away!

The loudest, most hight pitched squeal was released from Sun's voice box as the onslaught of gentle nibbles and playful teasing drove him over the edge.

"^YEEEEAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA *SNORT* AYEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEE *SQUEAK* EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEE!"

Sunny couldn't even utter a word, finding himself lost in ticklish bliss.

Eclipse took a moment to briefly scan Sun, making sure he was still okay. Seemed his inner heat was rising, fans kicking in to cool him off. But otherwise he was seemingly blissful and pleased, having a great time! Perhaps getting close to needing a break though...

"Sooo yummy yummy ~ Aaaaand~!" Moon inhaled, pressing his lips over Sun's little gigglebutton before exhaling in a long raspberry.

"Oho! He loves that ~!" Eclipse giggled, softly poking up and down the center of Sun's sides. "Tickle tickle~ Almost break time, dearie…"

"GYAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAAA! OHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAAAARSEEEEEHEEHEEHEE! *SNORT* NOT THEHEHEHEHERE! PPPKHKHKHKHKHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!"

'A break? That sounds nice right about now' Sun thought as raspberries and pokes kept him laughing uncontrollably.

Moon was enjoying his playful little meal, nuzzling, nibbling, and blowing raspberries on Sun's tummy. Eclipse kept an eye on Sun's mood, and feelings… keeping the scan on him to see when he became overwhelmed. And it began happening as he repeated patterns from earlier, stroking the feathers between his toes.

"Heehee...so cute ~" Eclipse mused, slowing his tickling before stopping completely. "Okay~! Break is good now."

"Aw~" Moon smirked, stopping and looking up towards Sun's blushing giggling face.

"Eeheeheehee *pant* hehehehehe *pant* gahaha... Ahhh..." Sun panted between the lingering giggle fits, phantom tickles still teasing his tummy and toes. After a moment of cooling himself, Sun started to become aware of the look of absolute adoration on the face before him... And if his blush could get even deeper, it sure would have.

"This is fuuun..." Eclipse purred, gently petting Sun's rays and nuzzling the back of his head.

"Isn't it~? And Sunny loves it, so its only more fun." Moon smiled, hugging his friend as Eclipse released his arms. Four large hands came up around them both, and now they made a cute, large cuddle pile.

"Can we do this more often...?" Eclipse asked hopefully. Moon was amused by this question, offering his response.

"Any time you'd like~"

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matrixaffiliate · 4 years

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Surreptitious

New Story! FFN and AO3

Lily doesn't think it will be that hard to hide she's been dating James for two years, and friends with him for five, but when she and James end up working together as temps every day, she finds out how intertwined with her boyfriend she really is.

@thisismegz shared this Tumblr post with me (thank you, darling!) from @women-inthe-sequel and it felt so very Jily =) So obviously, I had to write it for Jilytober! Enjoy!

Surreptitious

Lily chucked her bag down on the table in a rage. The fact that the order had been misdelivered was not her fault, but that didn't change she'd been thrown under the bus and blamed for it, not that this wasn't the first time she'd been framed for something that went wrong. It also didn't change that she'd been fired over it either.

Her phone buzzed and she sighed as she saw James' picture on her phone.

"Feel like cheering me up?"

"Always," James laughed. "What can I do for you today, Evans?"

"Slowly pull out the bowels of Rosier and Yaxley with a white-hot hook?" Lily fell down onto her bed and kicked off her shoes.

"Vicious," James' chuckle was throaty and Lily wished he was with her where she could feel it rumble through his chest.

"Well, they managed to finally get me fired, so it feels justified at the moment."

"They what?!" All laughter and teasing had gone out of his voice.

"They blamed another misdelivery on me, and I found out they'd been filing complaints against me that I didn't know about, and I swear that Riddle was in on it with them because he showed me documents stating that he'd notified me of those complaints and strikes against me, but I know he didn't." Lily took a deep breath to try and calm down, "None of that matters now though, they got me out and that was what they wanted. They won."

"No!" James almost shouted. "I'll talk to Dad, I'm sure his solicitor will take your case! We'll sue them for everything they own!"

Lily smiled, knowing James was on her side always made her feel better.

"No, they aren't worth it. I'll report them, sure, but I'm not going to sue them over it."

"Lils, look," he went to say more, but Lily cut him off.

"No, James. I'm not going to waste my mental energy on them anymore. I'm going to take a day to calm down and then I'm going to get on to trying to find a new job."

James let out a long breath. "Love, I know you don't want to waste the mental energy on them, but wrong is wrong. Would you let me just mention it to Dad?"

Lily rolled to her side and shifted her phone, "I guess that would be fine, but I'm not personally taking them to small claims, alright?"

"Right," James sounded relieved. "I promise you won't be involved at all."

"Thanks, darling," Lily felt her stomach grumble and she groaned. "Needing a new job aside, I need to find something to eat."

"I'll call Mum, I'm sure she'll be happy to cheer you up with food."

Lily's stomach grumbled again, "Are you sure that she wouldn't mind cooking for us?"

James laughed, "Lils, my dear mother always tells me I'm not home often enough, and then immediately asks when I'm going to settle down and give her grandchildren."

Lily grinned, "See she never says anything about you settling down to me."

"Yes, because she wants to keep you around. Trust me, if she didn't like you, she'd be doing everything in her power to push you to marry me tomorrow." James paused, "So am I calling Mum or not?"

Lily pushed up off her bed. "Yeah, call your parents and ask if she'd make me some daal makhani to drown my sorrows in."

"You can count on it," James' smile was evident in his voice as they disconnected the call, and Lily internally admitted that she was looking forward to seeing it after the nightmare of a day she'd endured.

So, when Lily pulled up to the Potters' large home thirty minutes later, she couldn't stop the excitement bubbling in her chest, and even with the awful day, she smiled as she pushed open their front door.

"James?"

"You're here!" James came nearly running around the corner into the entryway, sweeping her into a tight embrace.

Lily took in a deep breath as she held him close. The smell of James mixed with the smells coming from Mia's kitchen were pulling all of the stress out of her and replacing it with warmth and happiness.

"Come eat while it's still hot!" Mia called from the kitchen.

Lily laughed and kicked off her shoes before taking James' hand to walk into the kitchen.

"Laadli," Mia hugged her, "Eat up, and there are jalebis too. A little sugar will make everything better."

"Thank you, Mia," Lily held on to this wonderful woman who had stepped in when her mum had passed on.

The family dinner was exactly what she needed. Lily finally felt calm, and while she still didn't know what she was going to do about a new job, she at least felt like life was going to get better, for no other reason than she was surrounded by these wonderful people.

"James," Monty handed him his plate as James cleared the table. "The new client at the agency finalized their paperwork for their trial run."

"You're taking on another company at the temp agency?" Lily asked.

James nodded, "Yep, which means 90 days of me pretending I'm not a part-owner."

Lily laughed. After they'd finished university, Monty brought James and Sirius on to the temp agency he started decades ago, but part of the deal was they would be guinea pigs to each new client to be sure the real temps would be treated well. Since they'd just signed a company a month ago and Sirius was currently being their guinea pig, James would need to take this new one.

"What does this company do?" Mia picked up her glass and drained it before handing it to Lily as she helped James clear the table.

"They're a paint manufacturer," Monty said, "But they want the temps for their customer service department."

"You told them they'd only get one, right Dad?" James looked over from the kitchen sink.

"I did," Monty nodded, "they asked me to try my best to get them two."

Mia looked at Lily for a moment and then smiled. "You should be the second temp!"

It took Lily a full ten seconds to realize what Mia was implying, but James beat her to a response as he shut off the water.

"No, Mum, Lily's an industrial engineer who deserves to find a job that will actually utilize her and not pin her to arranging low-level deliveries. She doesn't need to be working customer service while I evaluate this client."

"And why not, chotu?" Mia turned on him. "This way she gets a paycheck while she looks for something new and when she does find it, she can leave; no one expects a temp to stay forever."

"Mum," James' hand went straight for his hair.

"Mia, that's really sweet of you," Lily cut in but then Mia turned her mom-eyes on her.

"Laadli," she cupped Lily's face in her hands, "This will be good for you, give you something to think about other than that awful place that didn't appreciate your work. And you'd be with James so you'd have fun. Learn from an old woman, Lily, have more fun in your life."

Looking into Mia's wise umber eyes and feeling her small warm palms on her cheeks, Lily felt almost like she was under a magic spell.

"Well, if Monty thinks it's alright."

Mia held her eyes and kept her face in her hands. "Of course, it's alright, Monty will see to it."

A part of Lily's brain was sure that Mia was exercising some force of will over her, but there was something so comforting about it that she decided to ignore how much this felt like a magic spell.

"Then, I think it'd be fine. It'd give me time to find a position that I really like instead of settling for the first thing that pops up."

"There, see," Mia pulled her hands away from Lily's face with a smile, "We can always find blessings in disguise if we're willing to look for them."

"Lils," James stepped between her and his mum. "If you want to do this, we can make it happen, but don't feel pressured into it. You don't have to."

Mia tsked loudly behind him.

Lily gave him a small smile. "If you're alright with it, then it would really help me out."

James' returning smile lit up his face. "Eh, I guess I can handle it. At least I'll have someone to talk to, yeah?"

"And I suppose I could handle having to talk to you every day." She smirked up at him.

"Well then, that's settled." Monty chuckled, "James, I'll put you in charge of the paperwork and arrangements for all of this."

James shot his dad a grin, "I'll have it all settled by tomorrow evening. You're looking at the two newest temps for Royal Paint."

It wasn't a week later that Lily was pulling up to her new place of work - at least until she could find a new position in her field if expertise.

She saw James step out of his car and she waved him over. There was one thing that she wanted to clarify with him before they started this.

"Morning Evans," James moved to kiss her but she put her hand on his chest and stopped him.

"Does this place know you're one of the owners of the temp agency?"

James shook his head, "No, everything Sirius and I do is on the back end except for this, so no one knows we aren't real temps when we show up."

Lily nodded, "Alright, in that case, I think it would be a good idea for us not to broadcast our relationship while we're here for these three months."

"Really?"

"I don't want to cause any drama, and Sirius isn't available to switch with you if they have a problem with us being together. I think it would make everything easier and safer if we kept our relationship between us."

James sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Please, James," Lily smiled up at him. "I promise when we aren't here, I'll be the best girlfriend in the world."

James laughed down at her and laced his fingers with hers. "You already are but if it'll make you happy, then sure, while we're working with this client, we're just two temps, not a couple."

"Thank you," Lily looked around the parking lot and upon finding it empty, quickly pressed up and kissed him. "I suppose we should get this show on the road then, eh?"

"Yeah," James stole one more kiss, "We don't want to be late on our first day."

Lily and James walked into the grey cement brick building and were welcomed by the receptionist.

"Hi, I'm Amy, you must be our new temps."

"That's us," James nodded and Lily forced her down chuckle as she watched James start scanning the office. He may be wearing the badge of temp for the next three months, but James would never be able to stop being the shrewd businessman that helped his dad's company thrive.

"Just a minute and I'll fetch Scott, he's our manager." She clicked a couple of times on her computer before grabbing her desk phone. "Scott, they're here." She set the phone down and turned back to Lily and James with a happy smile.

"He'll be right out."

Not a moment later a man came walking around the corner.

"Welcome! Welcome to your new home away from home! Welcome to Royal Paint!"

"Thank you," James stepped forward and shook Scott's hand. "I'm James Potter."

"And I'm Lily Evans," Lily stepped forward as she watched James turn to introduce her. That was her first hint that hiding their relationship was going to be harder than she initially thought.

"James and Lily!" Scott shook her hand. "I can't wait to get to know you. I'm Scott and I hope you'll view me as your mentor and friend while you're here."

Lily nearly balked at the difference between Scott and Riddle. At least Scott didn't seem to be out to fire her from the get-go.

"Thank you," she pulled her bag higher up on her shoulder and smiled up at James.

"Look at you two," Scott stepped back and looked at the two of them, "You look like you could be on the cover of one of my wife's romance books. Don't you think so, Amy?" He turned to the receptionist.

Amy laughed, "You're a hopeless romantic, Scott."

"And I'm usually right about this sort of thing."

Lily felt something akin to panic gripping her stomach. "I'm sure that Mr. Potter and I can keep things professional."

James covered his laugh with a forced clearing of his throat and Lily fought the urge to glare at him.

"Don't be ridiculous," Scott laughed. "Royal Paint was started by a husband and wife team. We have no policy against workplace relationships. But let's get the two of you settled in and then you can get to know one another before you make decisions about first dates and whatnot."

He turned and led them down the corridor.

"Mr. Potter?" James whispered as he smirked down at her.

"I panicked!" Lily glared at him.

Before James could comment further, Scott had led them into the next room.

"This will be your launching pad!" Then he gestured to the two women sitting at desks that faced each other. "And these lovelies are the crew that will take you into the stars! Gladys and Arabella, this is James Potter, and here is Lily Evans. James, Lily, this is Gladys Vance and Arabella Figg."

The women smiled at them but before either could say anything, Scott had moved to the single desk to the left of Gladys and Arabella's workstations.

"This is where the two of you will be set up. I'm sorry but we couldn't get a second desk in here soon enough. You'll only need to share for a wee bit, but we'll get you your own desks in a jiffy. The two computers seem to fit alright, though, so shouldn't be a problem. Let's get you logged into those computers and Gladys and Arabella will train you up on what you need to do."

"Scott, slow down, you're spinning like a top." Gladys chuckled. "We'll take care of these two, you go do the manager things you do."

"Off you go," Arabella stood and made a shooing motion with her hands.

"I'll leave you in their capable hands then," Scott bowed awkwardly. "And if you need anything at all just step right into my office. My door is always open."

"Thank you, Scott." James chuckled.

Arabella shooed Scott again and he saluted before stepping out of the room.

"Well, you survived our fearless leader," Arabella chuckled. "We run things a bit more down to earth here in customer service."

"He's very enthusiastic, isn't he?" Lily laughed.

"Don't you two look cute standing like that?" Gladys smiled at them.

Lily looked over and realized she and James had gravitated towards each other, standing so close they were nearly touching.

"Oh, sorry," she stepped away from James, "I didn't mean to crowd you."

James' hand shot to his hair, "No problem, barely noticed."

Gladys and Arabella shared a long look but didn't say anything more. They helped James and Lily get logged into their computers and showed them how to respond to online inquiries from the website and how to find the answers. The job was so simple that by lunch Lily felt not only like she knew what she was doing, but that she'd been doing it for ages.

"Did the two of you bring lunch?" Gladys came to stand at their desk. "Because either way, Arabella and I are taking you out."

Lily laughed, "I brought a can of soup, but I have a hunch it'll keep till tomorrow."

"Are you sure about that?" James laughed, "Storing things in metal, who knows what could happen."

Lily laughed in spite of herself but stopped just before she went to playfully shove him.

"You two are cute," Arabella grinned at them. "Did either of you ever watch the American version of The Office? You two could be Jim and Pam."

"Oh, yes!" Glady exclaimed, "Lily's got red hair like Pam, and James instead of Jim!"

Lily looked at James and laughed, "I don't suppose you want to be called Jim?"

James rolled his eyes, "Do you know I threaten my brother with roasting him over a low fire for it?"

Lily grinned, she did know. "Oh, but it could be fun, couldn't it?"

James adjusted his glasses and leant across the desk, "Depends on your definition of the word fun, Lilian."

"Do you know that isn't my name?" Lily rolled her eyes. He did know.

"And now you know that Jim isn't mine," James countered with a smirk.

"I like them better than Jim and Pam," Arabella's voice brought Lily back to the present and she silently kicked herself for slipping into the banter she and James had built their relationship on.

Trying to avoid the habits that had formed from two years of dating plus another three years of friendship before that might just prove impossible.

And that premonition proved to be exactly right. She couldn't stop herself from the unconscious part of her brain that reached across their desk to touch his hand or his thigh. She could never keep herself from standing directly next to him. And she definitely couldn't stop the way her eyes would seek him out naturally. It was just so much a part of her to be connected to James.

How did she ever think she could hide this?

"Hey," she whispered across the desk three weeks after they'd started with Royal Paint. "I have to take my car in to have it serviced tonight, can you give me a ride tomorrow?"

"Of course, do you need a ride back from the service station too?" James nodded.

"I was going to request an Uber but if you want, we can make a night of it."

"Sure," James grinned at her. "We could make something at yours and watch a film or something."

"Sounds perfect," Lily moved to grab his hand but caught herself, opting to take a sticky note from the stack instead.

"How is the job hunt going?" James smirked at her.

Lily rolled her eyes at his smirk even as she grinned at him.

"I had a firm call for an interview and my references."

"That's amazing!" James' whisper went loud and Lily giggled.

"Riveting conversation over there dears?" Gladys smiled over at them.

"Just wondering when you're going to invite The Pips over and finally admit that your last name is really Knight." James smiled over at Gladys and Arabella.

Lily trained her gaze back on her computer and the mind-numbing work of answering customer questions.

"I'll be at yours at half six to go drop your car," James whispered and knocked her foot with his.

She looked up to see that smile that still made her stomach flutter.

"Thanks."

But James bringing her to work the next morning ended up being more of a to-do than Lily had expected it to be.

"Well, hello there!" Arabella stepped out of her car as Lily and James stepped out of his.

"Hi Arabella," Lily tried not to groan.

"Is your car alright dear?" Arabella looked as pleased as one of her cats might look had it caught a mouse.

"It just needed to be serviced. James was nice enough to bring me to work this morning."

Arabella nodded understandingly but her smile seemed to grow wider. "What a nice thing to do."

"What was a nice thing to do?" Scott walked up behind Arabella and Lily thought she might die.

"Lily's car needed to be serviced and James was kind enough to bring her to work today."

"A proper gentleman," Scott walked up and patted James on the back. "Well done, my boy!"

"Lily ought to take him to lunch to thank him," Arabella looked at Scott, "Don't you agree? They've proven they're hard workers, I think they could do with a long lunch today."

"Capital idea, Arabella! Yes!" He turned to James and Lily, "I agree, take a long lunch the both of you!"

Lily looked at James who was putting a great deal of effort into not laughing.

"Alright, then," Lily looked at Scott and Arabella helplessly.

Clearly, she'd need to rethink her original plan of hiding their relationship, seeing as everyone wanted them to have one.

"This whole thing has gone pear-shaped!" Lily huffed as she got into James' car for their enforced lunch date.

"Hey," James leant over and pulled her in for a slow kiss. "It'll be fine." He smiled as he pulled away. "You're going to go to your interview next week and they're going to wonder how they've ever managed without you. Then they'll hire you, and you'll be working for an amazing firm before you know it."

Lily kissed him again and let the warmth that had always been James ease some of the stress away.

"You know," James put the car in gear. "We could play this to our advantage."

"Play what to our advantage?" Lily fiddled with the radio.

"We could be the new office romance." James knocked her hand away from the radio as she tried to skip over a song he liked that she didn't.

"The new office romance?"

"Sure," James slapped her hand away again. "We could stop trying to hide the way that we're practically an old married couple, to quote my mum, and just be us."

"You're mum calls us an old married couple?" Lily laughed.

"Of course, she does."

"Why, of course?"

"Because she's my mum," James shrugged.

Lily grinned as the idea started to form in her mind. "We could sneak around like we did our last week of university."

James looked over at her with a smirk. "That poor custodian, I'm pretty sure we nearly gave him a heart attack."

Lily giggled, "I think you're right; this could be fun."

"Yes, and then I can stop smacking myself every time I go to touch you as well." James reached over and grabbed her hand.

"I know right? It's like I'm in love with you or something." She teased.

James parked in front of the restaurant and leant over to kiss her again. "That makes one of us, then."

Lily smacked his chest and pulled away but James caught her around the neck and kissed her passionately.

"I love you," he murmured as he slowed their pace.

"You better," Lily laughed and pulled back. "So, we're doing this? We're going to be Royal Paint's new office romance?"

"Yeah, let's have a bit of fun."

And they did. Lily didn't stop herself from making faces at him across their desk when she got bored. She didn't stop herself from asking James about their plans for the weekend. She didn't stop herself from walking out of the office with him after work. She didn't panic when Gladys mentioned how sweet it was that she was hitting it off so well with James. When Scott stepped in to tell them he'd managed to secure another desk for them if they wanted it, she agreed with James' insistence that they didn't need it.

The one thing Lily did still stop herself from bringing up at work when they were around their coworkers was her efforts to find a real job, and how things were going for James in his real job. Just because he was playing temp didn't mean he didn't still have his real job and everything that went with helping his dad run the temp agency.

She was trying to discreetly check her email on her phone to see if the company that had interviewed her and called all three of her references had made a decision on hiring her yet or not when she was spooked by James swearing under his breath.

Lily glanced quickly over at Arabella and Gladys before whispering to James.

"What's wrong?"

"There's a problem at the office. One of our temps went rogue." James' hands went to his hair before they immediately dropped to his phone to type.

"Is it going to be alright?" Lily leant closer.

"If Sirius and I get there in the next hour then probably." He looked up at her. "I've got to go. Do you want me to make something up for you to get Scott to let you out early too?"

Lily shook her head. "I don't want to make him suspicious of why you're leaving and then not let you go. I'll stay and finish the workday."

James grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder before coming around the desk to kiss her. "Thank you, I'll text you once this is resolved."

Lily kissed him once more before he slipped out the door.

"They're already kissing goodbye," Arabella commented with a grin.

"They're meant to be," Gladys laughed, "Where is your prince off to?"

Lily rolled her eyes at them, "His brother needs him, he's going to see if Scott will let him out early."

"Oh, Scott is a pushover for that sort of thing. He probably would have let you go too if you'd asked." Arabella pulled a cat hair off her jumper.

"I wouldn't have been much help," Lily shrugged.

"So, how's having a new boyfriend been?" Gladys pulled her coffee cup to her lips and smirked at Lily.

"I'm rather enjoying it," Lily laughed and turned from her computer. It was becoming apparent that the two wanted to talk more than they wanted to work right now, probably because James wasn't there.

"I can imagine," Arabella winked at her. "Have you spent much time together over the last month and a half?"

"I guess we have," Lily tried to think of what sort of pace a regular couple would take, a couple that didn't have the history she and James had.

They'd been at odds in their first year of university, but when everything had happened with Severus and the Marauders at the end of first year, well, Lily realized that she'd been dead wrong about who her friends were. Thankfully, James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were more than happy to put that year behind them and welcome her into their friendship. She and James had been friends for the last three years of their time at university; his parents were who she relied on when her mum passed away, joining her dad on the other side and leaving her with just Petunia and Vernon for living family members; James introduced her to Marlene and Emmeline and Mary and Bridget; the Marauders and everyone attached to them had become her family.

It was the last day of exams their final year at university that James had found her alone and somehow the two of them had finally stopped dancing around their feelings for one another and snogged the daylights out of each other.

They'd been inseparable for the last two years.

But how did one act like they hadn't been in love with the man they were with for years?

"You look unsure? Is everything alright?" Arabella frowned at her and Lily silently cursed herself for not having better control over her emotions playing out over her face.

"Oh, er, yes, I just, I, er, I'm waiting on an email." Lily reasoned she was a temp; she probably didn't need to hide that she was looking for something permanent; it was just James' position that she needed to keep to herself.

"A good email or a bad one?"

"I suppose I'm hoping it's a good one, but it could be a bad one."

Gladys narrowed her gaze. "Lily, what sort of email is this?"

"The sort of email that could get me a position with an engineering firm," Lily watched the two women carefully and sighed in relief when they both cried out exuberantly.

"That's wonderful," Arabella laughed, "but won't you miss working with James?"

"I'll miss it," Lily nodded because truthfully, she would miss it.

Working with James this way had been exactly what she needed after the fiasco at her last position. It had been healing to be with him day in and day out. It had made her realize how much she needed him, how much she relied on him.

"Well, most people don't work with their partners; you'd be joining the ranks of the rest of us." Gladys chuckled. "I love my husband, but I wouldn't work with him for all the money in the world. We weren't meant to be business partners."

"Amen, to that," Arabella rolled her eyes.

It was a couple of hours later that James texted her that he and Sirius had sorted out whatever had happened with the rogue temp. He followed that text up with the sort of response that helped Lily see why Mia called them an old married couple.

James: Meet me at mine, I'm bringing dinner.

Lily smiled down at her phone and then jumped when Gladys' voice spooked her.

"Email or boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend," Lily chuckled. "He managed to sort out whatever was happening with his brother."

"And…"

"We're having dinner tonight," Lily looked up at the clock and sighed; it was still an hour before she could leave.

Gladys looked over at Arabella and something passed between the two.

"Pack up your things, deary, Arabella and I are going to bully Scott into letting you leave early."

"No, that's alright," Lily shook her head, "I can wait."

Arabella laughed, "No isn't an option I'm afraid. We're rather fond of you and James there, so I think we're going to get our way and get you on your way."

"Really, it's fine," Lily protested again.

"Oh stop with the propriety and have a little fun, Lily." Gladys stood up. "Let's get you off to that boy of yours."

What could she do? It was as if these two were in cahoots with Mia. Lily packed up her things and tried to hide behind her two bullies as they approached Scott's office.

"Scott, dear Scott," Gladys stuck her head in Scott's office.

Scott looked up and laughed, "Oh dear, the both of you, what am I giving in to today?"

"What a dear he is," Gladys grinned at Arabella before turning back to Scott. "You're going to tell this sweet child to get herself off to her new boyfriend right now."

Scott glanced back at Lily and winked at her.

"I suppose you'll let the entire office know how hard it was to wear me down?"

"Of course," Arabella nodded. "We had to make a fuss about what a wonderful employee she's been these six weeks."

"And we had to point out that it has been slow all day and that it definitely won't pick up to where Arabella and I can't handle in the next hour," Gladys added.

"And don't forget how we're all invested in Lily and James," Scott added absently as he looked at an email on his computer.

"Oh yes, that too," Arabella laughed.

Scott looked back up and blinked, "Lily? Why are you still here?"

Lily shook her head and smiled, "I'm on my way out."

"Give my best to James," Scott called out to her as she walked out the door and to her car.

Lily texted James that she had been forced out early and then drove to his flat. For a moment she thought she saw Monty and Mia in their car on her way, but she was past them before she had a chance to do a double-take.

Walking up to James' flat felt like home. The knowledge that he'd be on the other side of the door when she opened it wrapped her in a blanket of comforting domesticity. Lily wondered if maybe she should forgo renewing her lease when it was up in a couple of months.

She pushed open the door but stopped dead in the doorway.

The lights were turned off, but there were battery votives on the floor making a pathway towards the kitchen.

"James…?"

He didn't answer and Lily resisted the urge in her to turn on the lights. She blamed it on Gladys' and Arabella's and Mia's insistence that she have a little fun. Instead, Lily kicked off her shoes and set down her bag to follow the flickering lights guiding her further into the flat.

Every light was off and the curtains pulled tight over the windows, making the floor look like it was glowing with the little votive lights lined against it. Lily stepped into the kitchen and paused. The lights led to a chair, sitting dead center on the kitchen floor.

"I am not doing a seance with you, Potter," Lily looked around. She nearly screamed when her phone vibrated and sounded in her pocket.

James: Please just sit down Evans

It was followed by at least twenty eye-roll emojis.

Lily rolled her eyes and texted back.

Lily: Fine, but I will kill you if this is some sort of prank…

She included five devil emojis before hitting send and cautiously sitting down in the chair.

"Now what?" Lily called out and looked around.

James stepped quietly into the kitchen and grinned at her.

"You always suspect me," he leant against the doorway, his hand running through his hair.

Lily forced her eyes back to his face. "You've given me plenty of reasons to do so."

James laughed, "You know, I've been thinking about how nice it's been to see you every day, but now I'm wondering what I was thinking."

She rolled her eyes but laughed with him.

"I was actually thinking the same thing after you left today."

James' smile went soft and he moved slowly, purposefully towards her.

"Good," his voice was that low rumble that made Lily want to pull him flush against her.

Then James came to kneel in front of her and Lily suddenly couldn't breathe.

"What do you think we make sure we see each other every day, even after we finish our stint with Royal Paint?"

"James," she laughed, but it came out a breathless sound.

"Lils, will you marry me?" He slid a ring out of his pocket and held it out to her.

"Of course!" Lily couldn't stop laughing, even as James pressed up to kiss her, lifting her from the chair and lifting her feet off the floor.

"We should turn on the lights," James laughed with her.

"Why?" Lily finally started to get a hold of her laughter and was trying to move their kissing a little further forward.

"Mum and Dad should be here any minute. Dad's parents took him and mum out to dinner when he asked her to marry him. I told them we could do dinner, but that I wasn't asking you at a restaurant."

"Oh! I saw them on my way over!" Lily laughed. "Well, I guess we can keep this going when we get back."

James hummed as he kissed her again, "And we can talk about what we're going to do with this darn temp job."

Lily's phone buzzed in her back pocket and she jumped when James reached into her pocket and pulled it free to hand to her.

"I don't think we'll have to worry about it," Lily grinned down at her phone as she looked at the screen.

"Yeah?" James looked down at her phone.

"I got the position!" Lily laughed. "I'm engaged and I got my dream job on the same day!"

"Well," James kissed her, "While we're discussing good news, I have one more thing to add."

"What?"

"Dad and Sirius and I have been working on a surprise for you; we've managed to get Riddle and his cronies into a world of trouble that I don't think they'll be getting out of anytime soon." James' grin was wicked.

Lily narrowed her gaze, "There was no rouge temp, was there?"

"Sirius and I were the rogue temps, we bailed at work and went to make sure our plan went exactly as we wanted it. I doubt that your old place of employment will still have a license to practice business for much longer."

"I love you," Lily linked her arms around his neck and kissed him.

James pulled back to look down at her, one of his hands coming up to trace along her cheek before tangling in her hair.

"I love you too," and he kissed her.

#Surreptious #jilytober #jilytober 2020 #jily #jily fanfiction #jily fanfic #james x lily #james potter x lily evans #james potter #lily evans #muggle au #modern muggle au #jily muggle au #workplace romance #coworkers romance #fluff #romance #from a prompt

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alittlecursed · 4 years

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What do the henchmen do on their free time? Like their hobbies? And what they like to do with their villains (when their not being ordered around and just being friendly)

I did the mainstream Villain’s henchmen cuz I didn’t know who you wanted specifically. While doing this, I wanted to adopt all of them cuz they’re all so cute!

Iago

He loves it when Jafar gives him pets and scratches. Iago will twist his neck backward like birds do when someone scratches them good on their back

He likes watching Jafar do his magic when it doesn’t include exerting his own energy to power up Jafar’s magic.

He likes to taunt anyone and everyone. He finds pleasure in playing the dumb parrot to mock and taunt people - the sultan, the guards, visiting royals, Jasmine and Rajah sometimes- and he’ll hide behind Jafar and play the dumb innocent parrot. Jafar knows Iago plays his games and protects him but will scold him when Iago gets careless

Jafar lets him sleep in his bed cuz the parrot doesn't take a lot of space. Iago only takes the pillow and

Pain and Panic

In their free time, which is very rare, they like to go out and enjoy/experience human life - mingling with humans, consuming their food, watching their theatre and exploring their cities

They like to play pranks on the humans because they can get away with it unlike when they’re pranking the gods, nymphs, spirits, other surfer natural beings - poor little demons are sent straight to hell when they’re caught in their pranks

They like receiving praise from Hades like a simple “good job” or “excellent” remark because he’s their boss and they want to know they did good. And they have fun when Hades sends them on a job to cause mischief

Also, when they come back from playing humans they’ll sometimes bring Hades souvenirs they know he’ll like and/or gossip about the others gods

Jasper and Horace

Jasper likes going to bars and poker games. He’ll drag Horace along but will leave the poor fella alone when he gets into the game

Horace doesn’t mind as long as Jasper doesn’t get himself or both of them in trouble. He’ll bide his time with the patrons.

Jasper and Cruella are always at each other’s throats and that’s the friendliest they can be. They’ll play poker games once in a while. Horace will be there supervising his brother and getting what Cruella wants, ashtray, something to drink, food, dessert, anything to please her

When Cruella wins the poker games, she gives the winning to Horace because nothing Jasper betted will ever come

Kronk

We basically know what Kronk does based on his movie Kronk’s Groove - cooking, the squirrel scout he’s got going on, helping and spending time with the elderly - this guy is super active, he’s always doing something

He likes to spend time with Yzma doesn’t matter what they're doing. He’ll cook for her, her favorite dishes, tidy up her house/alley/laboratory, anything to help and please her

Kronk also loves going on amusement rides with Yzma, with anyone really but he knows Yzma needs some fresh air and excitement from time to time.

He’ll invite Yzma to his family gatherings and Yzma feels flattered he decided to bring her along because can be so rude and disrespectful to him. She’ll eat the food and mingle enough with his family to please Kronk

Flotsam and Jetsam

Water Snake babies

When Ursula is creating some new magic, they like to watch in the front row and sometimes get a little too close for Ursula's comfort. So they’ll wrap themselves around the sea witch’s neck and shoulders

They help Ursula get “customers” cuz like Ursula they are master manipulations and use the “customers” desires against them. As a hobby, and part of getting “customers”, Jetsam and Flotsam like to people-watch or in this case mer-watch/fish-watch. They are good at picking out mermen and mermaids.

And because they have more freedom to swim in the ocean they bring Ursula a lot of ingredients for her spells and potions. So they have a vast knowledge of the land and of sea plants, minerals, etc.

When Ursula and Morgana get together for family visits, Jetsam and Flotsam tease Undertow because Morgana uses him as a guinea pig and she messes up the spells bad

LeFou

This guy is secretly smarter than he looks, he just can’t stand up for himself especially when it comes to Gaston cuz he admires the guy and wants to be like him. He’s knowledgeable but he can hardly get Gaston to listen to him. And others don’t listen to Lefou cuz he’s overshadowed by Gaston but he doesn’t let that bother him. He’s a tough lil’ guy

Secretly, Lefou knows how to read and he likes books. And he’s social too so he’ll talk with the others in the tavern and give them weird facts saying he heard it from this guy and that guy so people don’t realize he can read. It’s like a guilty pleasure because he’s deceiving people in a way

He likes to go hunting with Gaston, likes to watch the strategies the large man uses for big and small kills. And because he is so helpful in carrying back the kills, Gaston gives him some of the meat to take home.

For hobbies, it’s kinda hard cuz we don’t know much about the guy...I see him as a craftsman kinda guy because he handles Gaston’s weapons and tools so he learns to be good with his fingers in handling tools.

He’s gotten a kiss from one of the Bimbettes and he’ll never tell Gaston!

Diablo

He’s a cheeky little raven that likes to pick on Maleficent’s goons. Maleficent knows this and lets him cuz why not. And the goons can’t put a finger on Diablo or they’ll die

Sometimes there’ll be a rotting corpse in Maleficent's castle and Diablo will pick at it because it's in his instinct - Maleficent stops him and tells him to eat something better

He loves shiny objects! And he has a room full of them! And the shiniest and prettiest objects he finds, he gives them to Maleficent who gives him a soft chuckle and pets.

He also does the twisting of the body thing like Iago. And when he specifically wants something from Mal or he knows he did something wrong he rubs against Mal’s face and neck. She doesn’t punish him too hard

Jafar and Maleficent set up playdates for those two and the chaos they cause!! Bird dumps everywhere, steal objects and food, taunting, flying amok in the Bazaar and basically creating traffic, it's insane!

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cclkestis · 4 years

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[quarantine Q&A]

tagged by the always lovely @a-shakespearean-in-paris in this a lil bit ago, definitely a nice distraction for a while, thank you! :D

Are you staying home from work or school?

yes, without any choice in the matter really at the time of finally answering these! our classes for the rest of the semester all moved online (although i’m in the process of contacting the uni about just...stopping this semester and re-doing second year come september bc my mental health has nose-dived lmao).

If you’re staying home, who’s with you?

my family - my brother, mum, and dad (plus all the guinea pigs too i suppose :’)) ). we’re all stuck in the house really asides from my mum who is working on certain days since she works in a school and is considered a key worker.

Are you a homebody?

100% yes i am, but i won’t lie that i miss being able to go out and about - i was totally fine and content with staying in the house until i’m forced to stay there haha.

An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled.

our spring ball at dancing :( it’s always such a nice, fun way to end the semester, plus it was probably going to be the last chance i got to dance with my partner for a while since he’s not going to be around next year, and i have several friends who are all graduating and god knows where they’re going to end up. i’d just been looking forwards to it for so long (plus dancing was like...the one thing i was still excited about each week) so even though there will be other balls in the future.....i don’t think it’ll really make up for missing this one.

What movies have you watched recently? What shows are you watching?

uuuuuh latest movie i watched that i hadn’t seen before was jumanji: welcome to the jungle, which i really enjoyed, it was a lot more entertaining than i’d expected! asides from that i rewatched the first divergent movie lately, and i’ve been working my way through disney movies again (although only half-watching them because i put them on in the background when i’m writing or working on other things!).

in terms of shows, i recently decided to start watching glee which i’m quite enjoying, rewatching castle with my parents, and hoping to get back to peaky blinders, the witcher, and brooklyn 99 pretty soon!

What music are you listening to?

as usual it’s a bit of everything! but a lot of ajr, and i’ve had my big dancing playlist on most of the time since it has a bit if everything in it. and i dip into my soundtrack playlists every now and then!

What are you doing for self care?

not as much as i should have been for a start, sorting out stuff uni-wise so that i can stop stressing about that. but i’ve been working my way through some new games (mostly hzd, and i also started ac: odyssey), finally got some writing done and plenty of yelling and plotting with my friend, did some baking this afternoon, and catching up on youtube videos! we’ve also got stuff set up now so that i can practice some archery, so i’m hoping to get on with that as well as clearing enough space to practice some dancing stuff, and my mum and i are also planning to start learning sign language together through this online thing! OH and my weekly video calls/game sessions (jackbox games and zoom ftw) have literally been giving me life :’))

tagging (if interested of course!) @oblwans @ratonhnhaketcn @the-darklings @shallow-gravy @stellarbattle @armiitagehux @arasaka-s @the-bluest-hour @sydsney @robin-bring-the-snow @raelwriting and anyone else who sees this, feel free to tag me!

#tagged #about me #lauren talks #long post #man this was kind of relaxing to answer these and idk why??#but yes hello this is how the local resident disaster has been doing with things so far lmao

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renaer-is-allegedly-hot · 4 years

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actual session 8 notes

• I made a mistake

○ Mistake as in I came in late oops

• Anyways

• They're talking abt hair

• For sneak attack you roll 2d6 just a friendly reminder to yourself

○ oH IT TELLS U IN DNDBEYOND HOW MUCH FOR SNEAK ATTACK OKAY

• Now they're talking abt pranking ppl in the rides

• Now they're talking abt disneyland problems

• Now they're talking abt rollercoasters

• Jacob's fish ate each other

• Ok dnd time

○ "no worries" re: me being late s u r e ok nvm it's not depression time

• Passive perception checks and then we do smth idk

• Last session(s)

○ Downtime and then breakfast was bombed

○ Found out the attack was deliberate

○ Went to the one fancy villa house and got into a few fights

○ A nimblewright ?? Was responsible for the attack ig

○ We dipped and it's rainy

• The city is engulfed in thiccccc fog

○ Walking back to mirt's house

§ Lillian got prankt

• Lillian's sister has a guinea pig

○ Its name is buttercup

○ "buttercup dumpy tho" - jacob, 2020

• We're talking abt china's laws wrt eating dogs

• We're in the fog going to mirt's

○ Mirt's house is in sea ward, we're in north ward (a ward away)

○ If we just walk it's a half mile away

○ But there r streets so like a mile walk

○ Visibility is bad bc spring fog

○ Disadvantage on perception checks, visibility reduced to 30 ft

○ We're walking we get there

• Cel knocks

○ No one answers the door

○ Adam is making an investigation check

§ Does a short tour of the front, nothing out of the ordinary

§ Door is locked

§ Looking into the house there's an occasional candle burning by itself

□ Adam uses thaumaturgy to rapidly change the color of the lights inside to see if he can get anyone's attention

® Lights change color, nothing happens

§ Maybe we'll break in but cel will try the pebble on a window thing first

□ Throws, door opens and floon lets us in

□ Mans just got up

® We're a lil wet

□ It's abt 5am

• Short rest? There's no medium rest

○ I want cake I might make cupcakes after this bc I need cake sugar

§ I'll make cake after this and watch criminal minds bc it had me scream

○ We're taking shifts for keeping watch sleeping in mirt's living room w windows facing out onto the street

○ We're taking a long rest

• When cel is on watch she's just watching the door and windows

• Eventually renaer and floon get up n operate on a normal schedule

• Cut straight to wake up

○ Once we're all up it's raining

○ Hi jacob's dad isn't his name frederic ? Oh god I could b v wrong but I'm p sure bc when marguerite named the squirrel someone was like it's jacob's dad

§ "usually what I say should be cut off" - frederic, 2020

§ Aw bye jacob's dad

§ Jacob sounds exactly like his dad

□ Tb to the one time we were playing split the room on jackbox w my cousins and my dad and the choice was trading ur average newborn for an uber smart one or not and all of the cousins and myself said don't trade and mY DAD SAID TRADE

• It's pouring

• Mirt doesn't seem to b here but we can talk to renaer and floon

○ Gonna talk to them abt the mansion n ppl / things at the mansion

○ Oh a nimblewright is the one thing

§ Oops I accidentally googled it and turns out they're employed as bodyguards / assassins / spies

○ "renAer . Do u recognize this symbol"

§ He is indeed familiar w the crest

§ "well to me this looks like the house of grahlund (idk) ?? Or smth"

§ The houses of waterdeep

§ We're suss abt the book

□ We don't see any other black pages tho

§ Adam says the gnome was unfortunately barbecued

□ "trying to deliver the stone of galore" to us probs

□ Y would he deliver it to us

□ "bc mirt is relatively well known ,, this house is probs well watched"

□ The stone of galore v sought after by noble families apparenTly

□ The house ppl r embezzling that's y they want the rock

□ Had their robot blast our door for it

□ But now city watch probably has it

□ Theo remembers the one elven lady having seen someone run off

□ The zents want it, the nobles want it, the citywatch want it

○ So is the plan to go find a zent ??? Or what we'd learn if we went to the robot's location

§ I don't remember any frickin robot I'm just trying to pick up on context clues

§ Oh right grinda in mistshore ?

§ We're gonna go find grinda

□ It's like around 4 in the afternoon

□ Sun not shining too brightly

□ Renaer not coming

® Ur leaving groot w renaer this time

□ Neither is floon, mirt mentioned he had to go do some business elsewhere

® Adam is currently suspicious of mirt

□ We need a ride

® We all dish out 3 copper for a taxi

® Dom dabbed and no one cares

○ Can u drop a message to the guy ?? Somehow ?? Somewhere ?? Just like ,, keep him in the loop ???? Ur confused

• Ok we pay

○ Adam is playing the uke

§ We're in the cab

§ Imagine it's raining aggressively

§ A dwarf guild member picks us up

§ Ugh I want cake

§ Could I bake while playing hm

§ Cab driver has a rigging of sorts set up

§ I have to pee too

§ Any interesting looking ppl in the cab w us ?

○ A gnome w a fedora looking p drenched, dragonborn woman half sleeping kinda elderly, human man

§ Adam slaps the gnome, you stare at the gnome, gnome looks at adam and adam runs an insight check adam rolls 23, gnome tries to look surprised but looks like he's overacting

§ "there's not a lot of big ideas here"

§ "well that's obvious enough"

§ Gnome picks up on stare

§ You get the paper you flip it, you roll for insight gets 22

□ Takes the bait, looks at the paper; eventually human gets off

□ We're getting close to outskirts of dock ward, road is mud

□ At some point the gnome tries to start conversation

□ "say what's that you've got there"

□ "well I only saw him at the carnival that shows up every fall"

® Common in the autumn but not nowadays

® Would have to wait another summer

□ "are you a nimblewright fanatic sir"

® "all I'm saying is I like springtime rain as much as the next guy but when the wind season comes in it's kinda unusual"

® Gnome's name is elbridge

◊ Adam rolls for insight

} 25

} Looks like he's used to saying that name but it might not be his name

® "say I have some business to attend to so driver u can keep the tip just don't tell the guild" dwarf nods and slows the horses down, gnome gets off and dips

• Adam wants him to blow a nose

• "did he leave any little hairs" - marguerite, 2020

○ Cab driver shouts and says no stabbing on the cart

• We're in the dock ward, cart stops and dwarf leans over and makes us get out

○ Shakes his head and says we shouldn't go to mistborne

○ "is there any instruction you can give us for how to 'get there get there' because you're not 'taking us taking us'" - adam, 2020

• Aerana's leading

○ Dom sends a map

○ We're not standing on the muddy running water streets but on wooden planking

○ You have your dagger at hand

○ Beached ships but ppl living inside them probably

○ U can see there r some ppl peeking out of various doorways + shifty characters milling abt

○ Cel and adam r holding hands

○ Adam is sweating a lot but cel still holds it

○ At some point a dragonborn that looks like a sailor or smth w lots of battlewounds n tattoos looks p savage w dull brown color to scales, stands in front of u without saying anything

○ Ur like a lil shorter than humans and dragonborn r much taller

§ "I have business in mistborne what are you doing in my way"

§ Not so many city types

§ Adam mumbles smth under his breath

□ Asks adam what kind of business

□ "we're looking for grinda"

® Tries to appear jovial

® Says ah yes she lives here

® Dragon therapy

◊ He takes and puts to temple

◊ U pay him 3 gold

◊ Grinda garloff

} Strange woman w a shed at the end of the dock

} Take a left here and follow the sounds of the waves

} Throws out a fourth

– Has many visitors w strange visitors

◊ Cel says she likes his tattoos

} "yes these r when I was sailing around the isle of chault"

• We follow his directions and eventually get to d1, we see ppl trying to set a fire

○ Walk down the dock towards d2, door to north of d2 has small assemblage of ppl

○ Can see up to 60 ft away some odd looking ppl

§ Four thugs bearing weapons; three humans w a dwarf barking instructions, attempting to break down the door to d2

§ Might b grinda's house but we really don't know

§ Adam spruces up the one fire of the dock workers

□ Cel lets go of adam's hand

□ They don't notice adam did it

• Adam tries to hear what the dwarf is saying bc it's rainy and doesn't hear anything

○ Lots of shifty ppl around

○ Some of them r watching the scene and also us

○ We approach the audience

§ Adam nudges the friendliest looking person

§ We all go up onto the elevated ship

§ Immediately ppl look at us suss

□ Confrontational almost and eventually a half-elf woman asks us if we're here to watch them string up grinda

® Cel makes persuasion check

® Isn't there another door ?

® Adam goes to cushiest looking person and asks y they're after grinda

◊ Old grizzled halfling answers adam and says grinda took smth she wasn't supposed to have

◊ "we're here to make sure that grinda doesn't escape unharmed"

◊ "we're pretty tough as well" adam says

◊ More ppl come over closer to us

◊ Adam asking how much it would be to outbuy

◊ "that depends on how much you're asking oh wrinkly one"

◊ Halfling confers w fellows

◊ Halfling appears to be a ringleader

} Says 15 dragons

– 19 for insight

w Confident guy, lived a tough life

w Ppl put their trust in him

w Halfling says 15 is bargain price

w Unsuccessful try to push the price down you all cough up 3 dragons

– They start distributing dragons

w Not used to containing excitement

○ After distributing money asks if we have a bone to pick with the xants

§ Adam's gonna play them a song and plays it so hard it casts shatter on the dock the thugs are standing on

□ Constitution saving throws for everything

® Two of the bandits and the dwarf fail their saving throws, other two succeed

® Tl;dr the dock - two of them r shocked so hard they're either dead or unconscious

® Dwarf Is particularly affected

® Dock they're standing on collapses

® Door blasted off inwards

◊ "that's a little trick I learned at bard school"

◊ Ppl on the boat have moved away

® Humans and dwarves screaming

◊ 3 left

} We're not killing them just going into the house

} Go to the side entrance

– V small room w all bare necessary fixtures

– Strange safes n intricate bolted locks

– Hanging talismans from the roof

– Nvm went too fast

w Aerana jumps and runs into a wall but you run into a cabinet

w 3 damage

w Human woman looks unconscious

w Adam casts healing word

w Resuscitates her

w Has mismatched eyes, one yellow other dark green

w V gray hair

w Doesn't look particularly old just has gray hair

w Startles when she wakes up trying to assess our intentions

w Adam tries to convince her the thugs outside tried to blow up her door

w 18 for deception

w Lie works

w "who are you people?"

® Theo asks if she knows anything abt this *pulls out paper*

◊ Affirms we're not w the xants

◊ "I appreciate what you did my name's grinda"

◊ Doesn't look used to talking to this many ppl at once

◊ Stands up and busies herself w putting the room back in order

◊ Looks like she had been barricading the door w stuff before everything was knocked over

◊ "you're telling me you just happened across this place and drove off some xants for some odd purpose"

◊ "actually we were looking for you" - theo

◊ Were told she might have smth to do w the paper

◊ "all the homies hate xanathar" - adam, 2020

} "I've had my dealings w the xanathar before…" admits she was in over her head

} Looking at the paper "so this nimblewright was instructed to drop off an artifact I was supposed to hold for the xanathars

} She got greedy bc she's a treasure-seeker

} The artifact is worth a lot

} "it's just what we do lady" - adam, 2020

} Adam is gonna charm her

– Adam tries to flex "what exactly what was the dangerous item that put a poor, poor, well-facially featured woman like you in danger" what is this jacob

w 17 persuasion

– Her expression changes a little

– It's the stone

w "I was attempting to attune with it but I was unable to in time"

w She put it in a hide hole

w Adam offers to trade hidey-hole locations

w She has a rat familiar and instructed it to take the stone to the city of the dead

w "can you tell the rat to bring it back"

• The city of the dead: mass cemetery where ppl of waterdeep bury their dead within city limits

○ Almost like its own ward

○ In the garlock? Garlof? family mausoleum

○ Adam gets her to pull out some of the items she's collected; some resistance

§ She comes back w a brass ring

□ Once one is attuned to it you are rendered invisible

□ "hold on to that for me hun and I'll come back"

○ Aerana is aware there are guards posted at night but it's a vast open space

• To the cemetery we will go

• Summary

○ Successfully dispatched the thugs

○ Gradually learning more abt the alleged horde of dragons

#sn #8 #dnd #d&d #wdh

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fairywrencottage · 3 years

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In the garden at Fairy Wren Cottage. • There are now three Spotted Pardalotes that spend time in the garden and especially around the cottage. They love the Ornamental Apricot, the Greengage and Silver Birches. We are making sure to keep the bird baths topped up with water for everyone especially on these hot days. • We could hear male Pademelons in the front garden this morning. Lots of tail thumping, grunting and a noise that sounds like clicking your tongue but deeper and more aggressive. It’s a territorial thing, usually everything is peaceful but sometimes a new male paddy comes in and tries to take over. In between hopping about following each other the resident male stopped and drank from a bird bath on the ground. Lil and I were standing at the open veranda window watching him, he looked up at us surprised to see us, sniffed the air, looked at us so loving as if to say, hello my dears! How wonderful is that, such joyful moments. • One of the Pademelon Mama’s has a Joey that is as big as a mature guinea pig with very gangly legs, still a little uncoordinated and so charming to see them jumping about near its Mama and following her diligently. • There are tadpoles in the small ponds. So exciting! • The poppies in the garden are so fleeting, the flowers lasting for only days, they are a beautiful reminder to be grateful and appreciate for what we have right now. • Sending love, hope you are doing ok. Jude x • #inthegarden #countrygarden #gardeningaustralia #organicgarden #organicgardening #bloomwhereyouareplanted #flowersmakemehappy #bumblebee #poppy #poppylove #countrystyleloves #gardeninglife — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3ofBBJm

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minsyal · 7 years

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[It’s Over....?, Link x Reader]

Summary: Ganon is here now, Link has disappeared without, at least saying bye

That’s a haiku so if you know jacksfilms haiku song feel free to sing it to the tune.

Also I did not proof read. Sorry for any mistakes! I really wanted to get something out so I maybe rushed it a lil :( :)

“Maybe we can just disappear for a while, after this is all over?” Link turned his body in your direction, his arm propping up his head while his other was outstretched playing with your hair. The slight breeze of the summer was causing his dirty blond hair to drift in front of his eyes. A small giggle escaped your lips every time it happened.

“I’d like that.” You replied in a soft whisper, the words almost so low that you failed to recognize your own voice.

“I’ve got a place in Hateno, you know?” He scooted closer to you, closing the distance.

“I’ve been there plenty, Link.” You exhaled, closing your eyes slowly before opening them again. He truly was a sight to see. No, he wasn’t the absolute definition of a god, but you didn’t want that. He was perfect in his own way.

“Do you want a new adventure then? How about we travel through the Faron Region together?”

“I don’t mind where I am, as long as you’re there.” Leaning forward, you lightly kissed him, “but you already know that.”

It’s over; the fight is over. A dark red glow began to emit from the depths of Hyrule Castle, a deep blood darkness crept across the land. The sky turned from a clear blue to something evil, something sinister and disturbing in nature. The many guardians that willed themselves to Ganon’s power stopped in their tracks, giving those who were running for their lives time to escape. A sonic boom startled the ground causing it to shiver and shake. Large cracks appeared where they weren’t before and Death Mountain erupted.

You watched helplessly, unable to reverse this travesty that had ridden the world of those who you once called your friends. The Beasts fell from their perches in the sky, the water, the mountains, and the desert. Their bodies tumbled into nothingness, letting up brilliant clouds of dust and ash that seemed to burst into mushroom-like clouds above. They were all on there, nobody survived.

Link. He was the last hope for everyone and he ultimately failed. After the Champions passed and Ganon’s wrath obliterated most everyone living in Castle Town, Link disappeared too. He didn’t leave as much as a goodbye note, the last thing he told you was to “be safe.” If only he had listened to his own advice. It was easy to assume he was dead. Supposedly he had been locked away in the Shrine of Resurrection after Princess Zelda ordered it. Now the question was, where is Zelda? Last you heard, she was running to the castle to face Ganon on her own.

You stood with the Champions just outside of Mount Lanayru. Revali was complaining like he always did and Urbosa was too busy brushing him off to realize that Link and Zelda had returned. She looked sad, like the power had not yet come to her. Link crossed the space between you with an expression on his face that asked “are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Link. Nothing interesting happened while you were gone.” You quickly kissed him on the cheek, earning a loud groan from Revali.

The Champions spoke together, but you weren’t focused on them. You could only think about the inevitable fight with Ganon. Surely it would happen sometime soon. What if Link wasn’t ready? Suddenly, the ground began to violently shake and a loud roar sent shivers down your spine. Revali took to the sky, only to return to inform you all of the worst. Ganon was coming.

“Link, get to the Castle.” Someone instructed him, he nodded.

“Wait, Link please be safe.” You caught his arm, halting him in his tracks. “Come back in one piece, for me and for all of us.”

“I will.” His voice was gravely low, “Be safe.”

“Come on! You need to run!” You tugged at a young girl’s arm as she stumbled and tripped over her own two feet. She had separated from her parents and was frantically racing through the Castle Town outskirts screaming for them to come save her.

“I can’t!” She cried, big tears streaming down her face. She fell to her knees, face in hands, letting out the most disastrous wails of pain. Though, there was not a scratch on her.

“We’re going to find your parents. I promise. Sweetheart,” you knelt down beside her, placing a warm hand on her back as you ran it up and down, soothing her shaking body, “I promise we’re going to find them. You have to help me out here. I’m going to get you to safety, then I’ll find them. Alright?”

She nodded, wiping a crocodile tear from her face and running her arm across her nose.

Her parents weren’t dead. In fact, they were quite the opposite. Other knights and swordsmen had already vacated the area and they were held up in a nearby pain, waiting on further instruction. Hopefully, it would be easy to transport them to Hateno Village where they could find refuge.

You traveled with them hoping to find one of your only living friends, Purah, in her tiny technology lab up on the winding hill. Surely she was there. The trip didn’t last as long as planned, even with the few creatures and guardians that blocked your path. You, along with a small group of knights, were able to get everyone there in one piece.

“Purah.” You pushed the doors of the lab open to find her leaning over a table, one hand rubbing the bridge of her nose, the other grasping onto a small vile filled with a murky elixir. Her head jerked in your direction, her eyes immediately welling up with water that was dangerously close to spilling over. She dropped the vile, allowing it to clink onto the floor and empty its contents.

“[Name],” She breathed heavily, crossing the room to your side, “I thought you were dead.” Purah’s arms embraced you, her head finding the crook of your neck.

“No, I promise it won’t hurt you!” Purah was definitely getting up there in age. She was no longer the spunky young woman she used to be. Lighting the blue torches was now your job, and you made sure to do it every day before she woke. Her hair had remained the same snow white and her eyes never lost their spark. Small things changed, be it the way she held her back when she stood, how she sometimes struggled to get up the steps to her room, or how you had to carry the groceries from the village to the lab.

Now she had some “super amazing way to reverse aging” that she wanted you to be the guinea pig for. Wonderful. You were usually okay with her testing things on you, but this seemed a little extreme. Ultimately, she wanted you to do it so she could make sure it was safe for her.

“What if I age until I’m a baby? How will I do anything then?” You threw your hands up and then hastily placed them on your hips.

“You won’t!” She all but yelled, “At least, I don’t think you will…” she added quietly at the end.

“You’re going to kill me one day, you know that?”

She laughed and began to tap her feet like she always did when she was excited. A pair of goggles was placed in your hands and she backed up a safe distance from you.

“Hey! Wait! I didn’t agree yet!”

“You accepted the goggles! That’s an ‘okay.’” She motioned for Symin as he booted up the rune.

Blue rays burst from the stone, encasing your body causing energy to surge through your veins. You felt lively, almost young. Purah watched as the rays probed at your skin, twisting and twirling around your arms and legs.

“Okay… stop!” Symin stopped the rune, closing it out. “How do you feel sweetie?” Her feet carried her forward quickly, her eyes wide with anticipation.

The world was spinning, everything was mingling and melting together. An intense fever was heating up your body causing a line of sweat to protrude from your forehead. You felt tired, extremely tired. Purah took notice and immediately reached out to catch your falling figure. She yelled for something, but you couldn’t hear her. The last thing you remembered was Symin carrying you up to your room.

“Symin! Come look at them!” Purah went racing from your room. The door slammed causing you to jolt awake. The light was blinding, forcing you to cover your face with your hands. … your hands? You pulled them away from your face in utter shock. They were no longer calloused from the many experiments and occasional fight. Your nails had grown out considerably from what they were the day before and your fingers had no lines or wrinkles on them. Had her rune seriously worked? Had it not killed you?

“Well, look at you! Who’s this stunning young person in [Name]’s room?” Symin let out a billowing laugh as he followed Purah through the doorway.

In the days following, Purah tested the machine on herself. She exposed herself to 20 seconds of the rays while you had only experienced 15 seconds. After four days, you had aged back to your late teens, early twenties. This was about the time of the Calamity. Purah was about 10 years behind you.

By the fifth day you had stopped aging. By the sixth, it was definite that you weren’t going to reverse anymore. Purah, on the other hand, was currently in the physical state of a 6 year old. While incredibly funny, you preferred Purah to be older than you, and this definitely wasn’t.

“Why did you get to be this age, while I’m a freaking child?” Purah whined, sitting across the table from you. You were currently sewing her a new outfit, as she had undergrown her old ones.

“Maybe you have bad luck?” you laughed, tying off the last string and cutting off the excess. You held it in front of her face, allowing the fluffy skirt to bounce. “Cute, right?”

“Adorable, but [Name]! Where did I go wrong?” She leaned forward and grabbed the outfit.

“You exposed yourself to 20 seconds, I only got 15. Maybe that’s your problem?” As if a light went off in her head, she groaned and slammed her head onto the table.

“Whoa there, kid.”

Purah was still a child and now she refused to leave the building. Apparently she was worried that somebody would see her. You had continued working with her, fixing up a few things around the lab. You had befriended a few of the younger locals. Surprisingly, they did not recognize you from before. It was nice to get out of the lab from time to time, especially when you had people to hang out with.

You were running a few errands for Purah. She needed some grocery items and a couple yards of cloth for a new outfit. As you traveled, some of the villagers greeted you, some called for your patronage, and others just idly watched you move down the street. You passed the bridge to Link’s old house. An ache resonated in your heart as the clashing of steel and rock echoed through the air. The town’s people had voted to have it torn down recently, and even your vote couldn’t save it.

Arriving back with full arms, you noticed the blue light was rekindled out front and the door was slightly cracked. Maybe Symin finally coordinated himself enough to light it, or maybe Purah worked up the courage to leave the lab. Brushing it off, you leaned into the door and pushed it open with your shoulder. The small crate that you carried everything in was practically overflowing with fresh fruits, grains, and the finest meats that merchants could offer.

“Purah! Symin! I noticed ya’ll got the flame lit. Pretty good day to do it since it’s not raining.” Smiling, you brought your body fully into the lab. Focusing on your surroundings, you noticed a poorly dressed boy standing with his back to you. His dirty blond hair was pulled into a small pony tail that tickled his neck. He stood tall like a proud Champion, his shoulders squared and his head nodding as Purah spoke. The moment he heard you enter, he quickly turned on high alert. His maya blue eyes found yours. It was him. It was-

“Link?”

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lovelytetsuro · 3 years

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cathygeha · 3 years

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Whiskey and Sunset Nights by T.L. Anderson

Single Dad’s Series

Emotions aplenty as I read this book. I was swept in and stayed invested throughout this short heartfelt deeply moving book.

What I liked:

* Gray: such a good person, loving father, grief-stricken widow, wonderful son and brother, great friend, skilled builder ~ a man who endures and lives his life to the fullest no matter what comes his way.

* Ella: five-six year old daughter that misses her mother, is filled with love and life and joy, very active, accepting, a great character.

* Missy: The deceased wife of Gray and the best friend of Lily – a woman I admired and was sorry had died too soon. She was a bright light and enduring positive presence in more than one life.

* Lily: bookstore owner, best friend of Lily, good friend of Gray’s, friend to Grays brother and father, open and caring and giving and helpful ~ She was perfect as a person and character and love interest in this story.

* Asher: Gray’s younger brother, caterer, fun-loving, supportive ~ liked him

* Gray’s father: an anchor and safe place to land for Gray when he needed to change things after Missy died.

* The small town setting

* That there was no great drama but instead a slow warm friendship that grows into so much more.

* The way the aspect of grief was handled

* That it felt “real” and believable

* That there was a happy ending

What I didn’t like:

* That Missy died…and being reminded that too many people are taken by cancer long before they and their loved ones are ready to have them leave.

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more by this author? Yes

Thank you to the author and IndiePen for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

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Grayson

After losing the love of his life to cancer, Grayson Pierce finds himself struggling with his new normal as a single dad. Moving back home to southern Minnesota with his five-year-old daughter Ella, feels like the only option to keep his sanity.

Living on his family farm, he spends his days taking care of Ella and running his construction company - working small jobs to keep his mind off things. Until Lily Dean shows up in his kitchen.

Lily

Losing her best friend to cancer was the worst thing that could have happened to her. Having Ella and Grayson back in her hometown, keeps the memories of her friend burning in her mind.

Spending her days running her own bookstore, Lily takes Ella under her wing, allowing her to explore the world of books and helping her cope with the loss of her mother. But then, there’s Grayson.

He’s her best friend’s husband, or was.

With each passing day, Lily and Grayson find their once casual friendship slowly flourishing into something more.

Can they work through their respective loss and let love in or are they destined for nothing more than a few shots of whiskey and sunset nights?

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My dad takes a sip of his coffee, listening intently as Ella tells him about all the stops her and Uncle Ash took. Apparently, they stopped at a rest stop that had a gigantic rubber band ball in a case, and it had over 3,000 rubber bands wrapped around it. “That’s pretty neat there, kid. I bet it was fun taking all those stops with Uncle Ash. Did you see any animals while you were driving here?” Dad asks her.

“We did!” She looks at her hands, her eyebrows drawn down as she counts off her fingers. “We saw cows and pigs. Oh, and horses!”

“Don’t forget the llama,” Asher chimes in as he enters the kitchen. I glance up at him while taking a sip of my coffee and freeze mid-sip as I see who’s standing next to him. My heart races as my stomach drops out.

“Hey there, Gray.” Lily Dean stands before me.

My heart stops as I see the only other woman who can shatter me to pieces again. Something inside of me wants to let her. Seeing her makes me feel something besides numbness. Something raw and visceral.

Her brown hair hangs down her back in thick curls, and her blue eyes are hesitant as she stands off to the side of Asher with her hands clasped in front of her. She’s wearing a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a plain white T-shirt, which makes her tanned skin pop.

Asher walks over to Ella, picking her up and placing her on his shoulders. “Come on, kid, let’s go see your new room.” Without another word, they head out of the kitchen.

My dad pushes up from his seat, coffee mug still in hand. “I’m going to go help them before they cause too much chaos.” He stops next to Lily and kisses her on the cheek in a fatherly way. “It’s good to see you, Lils.”

She breaks eye contact with me to look at my dad, her gaze filled with gratitude. “Good to see you too, Mr. Pierce.”

“I told you call me Jack. You’re not the scraggly little ten year old anymore. We’re all friends here,” Dad calls out as he disappears from the room.

“Lily,” I breathe out. The last time I saw her was at Missy’s funeral. Lily and Missy were inseparable. She’d come and visit us out east every year and stay for a few weeks, and she and Missy would stay up late to catch up on gossip from back home. When she showed up to the funeral, it felt like my heart was being ripped out yet again. It was always Missy and Lily. So how am I supposed to look at her now without seeing the absence of my dead wife?

She clears her throat while shifting from one foot to the other. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just stopping by to drop your dad off some old truck manuals I found for him. He’s been fixing up that old 1972 Chevy parked in the garage. It needs a lot of work, but I think he’ll get it running again soon.” She’s rambling on about the truck, and all I can do is stare at her. “Anyways, so I didn’t realize you’d be here today. I mean I knew you were coming back home, but I didn’t know it was today. I better get going so you all can get settled in.” She fiddles with the hem of her shirt, a nervous habit she’s had since she was a kid.

“It’s fine. Stay for dinner with us.” My mouth blurts out the invitation before my brain can think through if this is a good idea or bad.

Her eyes widen. “Oh no, I can’t intrude. Ella needs time to get comfortable, and I’m sure she’ll want to spend time with Jack.”

Just at that moment Ella comes running into the room. “Lily, if you stay for dinner, we can have a tea party after!” She squeals with excitement as she puts her hand in Lily’s catching her off guard.

Lily looks between Ella and me. I can see the conflict written in her features as she tries to keep her distance from me, but also not let Ella down. “Oh Ells, I’d love to…”

Before she can say anything else I cut her off, “Perfect. Ell, go wash up and you can help me and Lily cook some dinner. How about hotdogs and burgers on the grill?”

She starts jumping up and down. “Yay! I’ll be right back. Don’t start without me!” she yells while running down the hall to the bathroom.

Lily doesn’t move. She bites her lip between her bottom teeth before speaking. “I don’t want to be a burden, Gray. I don’t want to replace…”

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Tracklist Fic | 001 / The Beginning

Title: Tracklist | An original, mature, Ed Sheeran fanfic CO-AUTHORED BY: @tea-and-toblerones and @sippin-on-red-wine Rating: Mature (lil bit of smuts only in this one)

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Ed........................

I sat in The MixRoom’s lounge, waiting for Mark's staff meeting to let out so we could begin talks about my next album. My leg was bouncing almost uncontrollably as I chewed on the tips of my fingers, a nervous habit I'd developed as a child and never been able to shake off.

I liked Mark, he was a good chap. Laid back, good sense of humor, nothing ever seemed to phase him. He's someone who had earned my respect and someone who's advice I always took into consideration. He also pulled no punches. If something was shit, he'd be quick to tell you. He wouldn't try and sugar coat it. He'd just look me in the eye and go 'Ed, your vocals on that take sounded like shit. Take a break and give them a rest, they're sounding a little stressed.' If he criticized, he always had some advice to make it better the next go around. I quickly learned to listen to him, rather than arguing.

The door had cracked open, ushering in the sound of idle chatter, papers rustling and people moving about. I could hear his voice floating in.

"Go get the booth ready for a session later on today. Oh and put some of those butterscotch candies in there too. They requested it, saying it helped with their throat." The door swung the rest of the way open and Mark came out, a huge smile on his face, "Ed! It's been a while. I was wondering when you was going to stop in."

The first time I met Mark I damn near shit my pants. The guy was a giant, tall, built like a tank. His blonde hair was always kept buzzed short. He could be intimidating if he didn't have such a good natured face that was almost always smiling. He did have the air of someone who's bad side you didn't want to be on. He reached his hand out, which I graciously took, returning the grin.

"I meant to have been back in the studio a couple months ago but shit man, I just really enjoyed my time off."

"All that time off spent vacationing and you're still a pale bastard." He joked

"I'm a ginger. We don't tan, we burn, mate and I'm English on top of it. Our bodies aren't equipped to handle the sun. That's why all the vampires flock to London, innit?"

"Thought that was werewolves."

I pause, giving it some thought, faintly hearing ah ooooo werewolves of London in the back of my head. "Shit, you're right."

Mark motioned for me to follow him to his office so we could discuss business. I settle down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. His walls were covered in albums that had went gold and platinum. I smiled when I saw my own album, mostly cos I signed it ‘This wouldn't be worth a shit if you weren't such a cheeky bastard.’ He settled down in his desk chair, shuffling papers and some cd's around. Once he had cleared an area, his elbows came up on the desk, his fingers carding together. Down to business.

"I'd like to run something by you, if you don't mind."

I lean back in the chair, my hand coming up to my chin. "Alright."

"Since you've been gone I've been training an apprentice." He must be wanting to ask if I would care if they sat in on our sessions. "Now, they've handled some pretty big clients with little to no intervening on my part. I think they're ready to make the plunge and deal with a client all by themselves. While they've never been with someone quite your level, you're the ideal client for them to start with. You're not demanding or overwhelming. Plus you're involved with every step of the process and are vocal about your vision and how you imagine the final product sounding, without being a prick about it."

I run my hand over my chin as I mull over what he's proposing. I trust Mark's judgement but having an apprentice who's never done something of this magnitude overseeing this album is a bit terrifying. Especially since what I have in mind is so unconventional.

"I dunno man, I don't know how I feel about being a guinea pig. I've got some ideas that are what you'd consider outside the box that I'd feel more comfortable with someone with experience handling."

His expression didn't change much. His hands were moving across his desk, searching for something. "If I didn't think they could hack it, I wouldn't have them around. I definitely wouldn't be suggesting to try them out." He slid a cd over to me that was labeled 'J's demo's' "Give it a listen and tell me what you think. If you're still not comfortable, I'll take charge. But I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by what you hear."

I take the cd, setting it on my lap as we continued talking, mostly just catching up and me telling him all the places I visited on my holiday and how I was going to incorporate all these experiences in my songs. I could tell by Mark's face that some of them were going to end up on the recording room floor but kept his opinions to himself. Probably because he's banking on me choosing his apprentice.

I stand up, shaking his hand one last time, setting an appointment for tomorrow at 11 to start going over ideas. I look down at the cd, planning on putting it on in the car as I drive around town.

"Hey, can you recommend any good bars? I'd like to grab a pint or two later on tonight and keep under the radar."

"Yeah, go to the Copperstill. It's a nice, low key bar. I doubt you'll find any problems there."

"Thanks mate, I'll see you tomorrow morning then."

I put the cd into the car stereo as I drive around doing some errands. I hit play and the car is filled with a quick upbeat song with a underlying percussive beat that I instantly started bobbing my head to. This was one that urged you to get up and dance. It wasn't in your face trance music, it was subtler, one who's beat you'd be humming or tapping later on. The next one had a bright sounding piano paired with an acoustic guitar. When I heard the trumpet during the chorus it caught me by surprise. This had more of an acoustic feel that I found refreshing.

By the time I had finished the cd, I had made my mind up. There had been a mix of everything on this list. Quick dance tunes, Slow and smooth ones that made you sway to the beat. An angry sounding one that made me want to jump and scream. Mark was right, I was pleasantly surprised.

I had pulled up to the bar that he had recommended. I caught myself humming to the beat of one of the more upbeat songs. Figured as much, It'll be stuck in my head the rest of the night.

The first thing I notice when I walk in is the large group of guys gathered at a table being obnoxiously loud. I automatically spot out the leader of the group. Tall, athletic looking, sporting a backwards snapback. As he was shotgunning a beer, his mates chanting Newman! Newman! Newman, I noticed some sort of tattoo running up his arm.

I try and make my way past them, one stumbling out in front of me, almost falling into me. He hits my chest with an open hand in what I guess he thought was an apologetic sort of way.

"Sorry bro."

I just nod, not wanting to get pulled into a drunken spectacle. The bartender sauntered over to me, throwing an irritated look toward the rowdy group. Her eyes rolling before she turned her attention to me.

"Sorry about the douche convention being held tonight. What can I get for you?"

"Whatever's good on tap. I'm not too picky."

She nods, snagging a glass on her way to the tap, her blonde ponytail swaying. The light catching it, causing it to look like spun gold. As she filled my glass I could see her staring at the group of guys, who had somehow managed to get even louder, with a look of disgust. She slid a coaster in front of me before putting down the glass. I thanked her which she acknowledged with a nod before checking on the other patrons at the end of the bar.

As I sat there drinking my beer, I stared at my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. I had to admit I looked a bit pathetic sitting here all by myself. I could see the alpha of the group attempting to rap along to the song that was play. He had flipped his hat around and put aviators on as he waved his fingers around to the beat. A blonde girl had joined the group laughing and brushing her fingers across his chest. Even from here I could see the lust pouring off her.

I decided that if I was going to sit at a bar and drink I should probably eat something. Lunch had wore off long ago and I knew drinking on an empty stomach was a bad idea. I waved down the bartender, who looked even more surly than she did the first time. I knew it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with the group that was now banging on the table. Her tone was polite but she had the air of 'I'm so over all of this.' I did get a slight smile when I ordered loaded fries without the things that actually made it loaded.

When I had asked for the match to be put on I had all intentions of actually watching it but I found myself more invested in the girl than the game. I was appalled when one of the guys swaggered up to the bar demanding drinkings, throwing a crumpled wad of money at her when she asked for payment. It was at that moment, looking at that beautiful face staring down at the balled up money, that I had decided to do whatever it took to make her night just a bit better. The mixing of a cocktail for herself just solidified the decision.

I spent the next couple hours chatting with her but I could tell her attention was elsewhere. Even with the fraction of focus I was receiving I could tell she was a force to be reckoned with. I decided to try my luck and ask if we could meet up sometime. She quickly threw out there she wasn't looking for a relationship. When I had suggested it didn't have to be a date I could see all of her attention being pulled to me. Her posture straightened and I realised she may have been offended. I quickly tried to backpedal but she latched on to the idea saying her shift was done in twenty minutes. The alcohol that I had been consuming throughout the night was urging me to go for it. What's the worst that could happen?

Jac........................

"Fancy meeting you here, Jac."

My heart was absolutely beating out of my chest and I felt like I might puke. How could I have been so stupid? Years and years of busting ass to FINALLY get your big shot at success, and you fuck it all up to have a crazy-hot one night stand with Ed fucking SHEERAN!? Goddamn it, Jac!

I was totally speechless. Panicking. Desperately wishing I could rewind the last twelve hours of my life and try to not colossally fuck things up. This opportunity? To work on his next album? It was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. I'd never get another shot like this. And I KNEW I could smash this thing. I couldn't walk away.

He was perched on the coffee table right in front of where I was melting into the sofa.

I should probably say something.

“Look, Ed.”

I finally met his eyes with my own, seeing them in proper light for the first time. Oh, damn, never seen that color blue...

“I’m really sorry about last night. I had… NO IDEA. Mark really kept this one under wraps. I wouldn't have……. If I had known that I'd be working with you. Please, I hope that we can put that aside and move forward. You're a hard worker, I know your whole story. I am, too. I've got no Plan B. This -” I paused, gesturing to the studio, “- is my entire life. I understand if you don't want to work with me, but I really hope that you at least give me a shot. I know a lot about your sound and I have a lot of ideas on how to take it to the next level, but in an authentic way.”

“Well, firstly, I think a proper introduction is in order,” he grinned, extending a hand out to me. “I'm Ed.” No shit -- Oy, can the attitude, Jac.

I shook his hand, gripping it firmly. It was important to have a strong handshake, especially when you were a young female working in a field that was typically dominated by men.

“I'm Jaclyn Thorn. Most people call me Jac.”

“It's really lovely to properly meet you, Jac.” He toys with my name is his mouth, again, looking very pleased with himself. “Listen, I absolutely want to work with you. Mark gave me your demo, and the mix of sounds you've cultivated -- it got me really, really excited. I couldn't get your stuff out of my head yesterday.”

Holyfuckareyoukiddingme.

“-- and Jac?” He questioned. “I'm not sorry about last night.”

My head was still spinning, trying to wrap itself around the fact that he not only listened to my demo, he liked it and had it stuck in his head. Then I was wrapped around his head -- No Jac, don't go there. Though the way he said wasn't sorry about last night had me slightly worried. Did he think this was going to be a continuing thing? Is he still trying to pursue a romantic relationship? Surely he knows better than mixing business and pleasure. Ultimately I decided to look past his comment and focus on what we were here for: the album. I motion for him to sit on the couch next to me so we could be comfortable as we discussed the plans for his new project. I can't say that I was entirely shocked when he sat right next to me. Plenty of couch there bud, but my all means, sit right on top of me. Personal space is overrated. His body was angled towards me, with his elbows resting on his knees with hands clasped together. His face was wearing a mask of interest. Not mild interest, not fake interest, geniune, 'I deep care about what you have to say.' interest. I have to admit it was an intense stare that felt almost intrusive.

C'mon Jac, you got this. He could not even be giving you the time of the day. Besides, he's know for fully giving people his attention but I guess it's different when you’re at the receiving end of it. "Okay, so walk me through how you'd like the album to sound." I found, surprisingly, it wasn't hard to bring my work voice out. Hopefully this will help establish more of a professional relationship than the hot dirty one we currently had. "Mmm, I thought Mark said we we're working on the album until tomorrow?" I could he was teasing, he didn't need to add the 'I'm obviously joking' knee bump with it. I could feel the anger unexpectedly rise in me. I wasn't sure if it was directed toward him for not taking this seriously or at myself for being so fucking stupid and letting what happened last night happen. "Look, you may not think this is that big of a deal. Your last two albums went platinum. Most people that have two successful records can tour using just those two and still live comfortably. So, I'm going to ask you again. Can you put aside what happened and focus on the music?" He dropped his head and for a brief moment I thought he was going to start yelling. When he lifted his head I was shocked to see him looking quite upset. I instantly regretted my sharp tone with him. Of course he thinks this is a big deal. It's Ed Sheeran Mr. 'I work my ass off no matter what'.

"Of course I think it's a big deal." His voice barely breaking above a whisper. "I've been gone for so long, what if...what if it's been too long and they've forgotten me? That all the work I've put in for five years has been for shit because people are quick to forget and jump behind some new singer. What happens if I release this album and nobody cares?" His head had fell to his chest, his leg bouncing ferviously. Oh fuck, I went and broke Ed Sheeran. Way to go Jac... "Well, I'm going to make it my personal mission to make this album, not only a hit, but your best one yet. You're still on the rise Ed, I promise you nobody's forgotten about you." I place my hand on his leg, hoping to comfort him and undo the damage I had caused. He took a deep breath "You're right. I'm all up in my head." His hand wrapped around mine. "Thanks for the pep talk, Jac." Yeah, okay thanks for making this awkward now. I clear my throat and motion down to our hands with my head. He looks down and quickly lets go offering up an apology. I removed my hand from his leg, which in hindsight probably wasn't the smartest move. "So, your album, does it have a title yet?" I was hoping bring it back around to work would lighten the pretty heavy mood in the room. "Divide." He replied, his voice gaining some of that passionate spark I had saw earlier. "Ah, so, sticking to the math theme I see." That earned a smile.

"Yeah but it fits the feel of the album as well. It's not just named that to go with the other two."

That had made me perk up. "The feel? What type of feel are you going for?" "So, everyone knows I've been on holiday pretty much going where ever I feel like." Yeah, you lucky bastard. I'm lucky to take a daytrip to the beach. "While I was bouncing from place to place I picked up a lot of new and different sounds. I want to record my holiday." "Record your holiday? What do you mean?" This sounded different than what he's done before. He definitely had my interest now. "I want to combine a bunch of different songs from different regions. I spent some time in Ghana and that experience drastically changed the way I view things, so I'd like to have a song that has an African vibe. I'd love to have some Irish folk on there, y'know go back to my roots and I wrote a song with my brother who writes classical music. Of course I'll still have some love songs and a couple grime sounding songs with R&B. Essentially, I want every track to sound totally different than the others. So it's divided, see?" I stare at him blankly. Now I see why he said I'd be perfect for this album. It also had me wondering if Mark knew this going in and that's why he tossed my name out there. He was taking a huge risk if he went through with this. We really couldn't predict how people would handle all these different styles being thrown at them wrapped up in one album. "Wow...there's nothing like that anywhere on the charts..." "I know, I could be shooting myself in the foot here. I should probably just stick to what i've already done--" I cut him off, shaking my head. "No, you misunderstood. There's nothing like that on the charts. Meaning this would definitely stand out. Just because it's not big now doesn't mean it can't be. You could open up a whole new style and experience for them. If anyone could make Irish folk or African popular, It's Ed Sheeran."

There was a little spark in his eyes as they bore into my face, his features stoic as he must have been trying to form a complete thought. A moment passed and he finally shook out of it.

“I like you.” Just three little words, but they made my stomach flip. And not in a good way. Does he mean, like… *LIKE* me? Or did he mean my aesthetic?

I quickly changed the subject. “So, how many songs do you have on deck so far?”

I could practically see his brain switching gears, he couldn’t resist diving right into any conversation that was centered around the music. Well, then, I intend to keep it that way.

“Maybe, around 40 or so? They’re all pretty raw, though, and I’m open to doing a little more writing. Do you write, or just produce?”

“Well, my strengths are really in production, but I dabble in a bit of everything, naturally.”

We chatted for a good half hour or so, my nerves finally calming down a bit as we both lost ourselves in the conversation, talking songwriting and musical influences.

He glanced down at the thick-banded black watch on his wrist. “Shit, I’m late for my next meeting. Sorry,” he apologized. “What time should I be in tomorrow?”

“No worries. ‘Round 9AM work for you?”

We agreed, and he came toward me as if to give me a hug goodbye. I did NOT want to be pressed up against those broad shoulders of his, so I quickly deflected by putting my hand up for a high-five.

A high-fucking-five. What the fuck, J.

He snorted, meeting my hand with his own and flouncing a soft “Bye, Jac,” out of his lips before walking out of the studio.

I clocked in at Copperstill, my brain on auto-pilot. I had barely even noticed Dylan entering until he positioned himself at my bar, calling to me in a surprisingly polite tone. I noticed he had left his snapback behind. It was the first time I had saw him without it in I couldn't tell you how long. I noticed he had let the top grow out, while keeping the sides short. Now that it was longer, just brushing his brow, I saw that his hair was slightly curly and carefully disheveled. I almost didn't recognise him without his douchebag attire. "Hey Jac, could I get a beer please?" Okay, what do you want? You're never this polite unless you want something.You can change your clothes but it doesn't make you any less of a douche. "Sure, anything else?" I couldn't keep the sarcastic tone out of my voice, not that I really tried. I had no interest in whatever it was he wanted. "Your undivided attention when you get a minute." "The beer it is. I can't promise you anything else. Some of us have to work for a living, trust fund kid." Let's see how long he stays polite for now. He hated it when I brought up the fact that he didn't have to stress over money. Everything he owned was paid for him, leaving the money he earned working to be spent however he saw fit. Which usually meant extravagant trips and loads of music festivals. I may have been jealous. "Well, when you get a bit, I'd like to talk." Still maintaining the same polite tone he used earlier. Would the real Dylan please stand up, because you're not him. I set his drink in front of him, not lingering around or giving him a chance to say anything other than a thanks before heading down to the other end of the bar. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a bit interested in what he had to say. I'm guessing fake Barbie didn't work out so well last night. Or maybe it did and he realised what he was missing. The cynic and optimist battled with one another the entire night. Dylan hadn't budged at all, remaining in his seat. He had stopped drinking after two beers opting for water instead, which was very unDylan like. My curiosity got the best of me so once my shift ended I sat down at a table with him, sipping my third or fourth drink who's counting? "So what's so important that you'd wait around all night for me?" After a deep breath "I wanted to tell you I finally took your advice." "My advice? I haven't given you any other than 'fuck off' and you clearly haven't taken that 'cause here you are." "Actually it was fuck off and grow up, if you want to be that way." A smirk crawling across his face as he looked up at me with those faded blue eyes. They don't hold the same magnetic pull that a certain someone's elses have. "Well go on then, I don't have all night. I've got an early morning tomorrow." I cross my arms and lean back in my chair waiting for whatever it was he wanted to discuss. "I stopped taking money from my dad. I'm paying for everything on my own now. I took your advice and grew up." "Well congratulations, you're a big boy now. Is that what you wanted to tell me?" I couldn't believe this is what he hung around to tell me. That he wasn't being supported by his parents anymore. What do you want, a standing O? "Come on Jac, this was huge for me. I know it bothered you when we were together." a whine had slipped out of his mouth that struck a nerve. "We're not together, remember? You wanted to go be a bro more than a boyfriend." I spit back at him, my eyebrow coming up. “You don't have to tell me I was a shit boyfriend. I know I was. I was an even worse ex. Coming in here, being a total ass to you. I'm gonna change Jac." I'm gonna change. Yeah, how many times have I heard that line of bullshit from men. Hell, how many times have I heard him say exactly that. Then he turns right around and goes partying with his friends, coming home reeking of bitter beer and pungent weed. This isn't going to be any different. If he's broke he can't afford to buy beer and weed, though.. "You're gonna change?" I snort. "Okay, sure, let's pretend for a second that I do believe that load of crap. How do you plan on proving it?" He looked a bit rattled by my response, "Wait, you're gonna let me prove it to you?" "I asked you how not to show me how." I clarified. "By not being a piece of shit?" He offered with a sheepish look. So you have no clue. "Do you even know how to be a decent human being?" I was past the point of caring whether or not I was being rude. "By doing the opposite of what I did when we were together?" He chuckled weakly, "Look, all I'm asking for is one chance. One final chance to make it up to you. If it doesn't work, I'll leave you alone." One chance. One chance and you'll leave me alone. It's almost worth it to be rid of him... After I took a minute to think over everything I gave my answer. "Fine. You get your one chance. You better bring your A game because I'm not playing around here." His face broke into a smile and I was reminded of the younger Dylan I had met. It was easy to forget that he hadn't always been a colossal tool. Sure he had always been rich and slightly entitled. Everything he owned was top of the line. Swanky house, fancy car, always dressed to the nines. The Dylan I fell in love with was a sweet, naive one that was getting a taste of the real world for the first time. That's what made his transformation into a frat guy even more upsetting. When I looked across the table at him, that's who I saw. The bright eyed curious boy with a fierce passion for movies and a love to travel. He had reached for my hand but I moved it, grabbing my half empty glass of booze instead. He didn't even try to play it off and act like he was reaching for something else. It remained there as I finished off my drink. When I stood up he looked up at me from under his lashes. I could see his jaw working as he chewed on the inside of cheek, a nervous habit of his. Once, during a particularly stressful finals week he almost chewed a hole through his lip. "Can I show you how much I appreciate this?" I look down at him and let out a sigh, "Look, I'm not really in the mood to be...giving any favors. I've got an early start tomorrow." Truth was it wasn't him that I wanted to taste. I wanted my mouth wrapped around someone else's thick, hard cock, surrounded by that fiery-- Whoa, okay, you need to put a stop to those thoughts right now. You agreed it was going to be strictly professional now that you're working together. These thoughts are the exact opposite of what you need to be thinking. Get it together girl, damn. I was so wrapped up in my intense and highly inappropriate daydreams that I hadn't heard him stand up nor did I notice he was right in front of me until his hand brushed my hair off my shoulder. "I asked if I could show you my appreciation. I didn't say you had to return the favor." BLAH BLAH BLAH IMMA ROCK YOUR WORLD BABY YOU'RE GON SEE I'M A CHANGED MAN. LOOK HOW NICE I'M BEING YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO SUCK ME BACK. THAT'S HOW GENEROUS I AM. MAKE ME A CROWN, GIVE ME A SCEPTER COS I'M THE KING OF NICE GUYS. Jac, are you seriously falling for this? His mouth worked against mine as walked backwards to my car. His hands traveling down my waist, pulling me tight against him. I reached back feeling around for the door handle. Once my fingers found the latch I yanked it open and crawled in. He wasted absolutely no time, already pulling down my pants and thong and throwing them on the floorboards. His fingers worked their way inside me, clumsily feeling around like he was just taking a stab in the dark. Pun intended. His tongue was swirling around my mouth taking up way more space than it had any right to. It almost felt like I was in a tongue war with an octopus's tentacle. Cold, wet and unappealing as he continued to fumble his way around down there. Jesus was he always this bad? Or have I been elevated to a better level? His mouth tore away from mine, leaving a fair bit of spit trailing with it. Seriously he couldn't have been this bad before. Do the fake barbie bimbos he goes after enjoy this? He shifted down, crouching down so he was face level with my, very dry, core. He didn't seem to notice as he dove in. I wrinkled my nose as his tongue worked around. What in the actual fuck is he doing? It feels like a fish flopping around down there. IS HE TRYING TO BITE ME? DOES HE THINK HE'S BEING PLAYFUL? As he did, whatever it was he was doing because it was not pleasuring me that's for damn sure, I found myself wishing I had turned him down. No, I wished I was with Ed again. His skilled fingers targeting that exact spot that just made me quiver. The way he hummed against my clit as his mouth and fingers worked in tandem. I could feel myself getting aroused by the thought of it. Dylan must have thought it was his doing because I heard him whisper: "You miss this baby girl? The way my mouth feels on you?" No, not in the slightest. I actually want you to get off me now. This isn't doing it for me. Sorry, not sorry. I finally had enough and sat up. "Look, no offense Dylan, but I really do have an early start tomorrow and it's just not going to happen tonight." His head pops up, a confused look on his face. "Oh...I thought you were enjoying this...but you're right. This just isn't the right place...it's hard to make a parking lot of a bar hot when you're sober." His hand wiping off the excess spit that was coating his chin. My mind flashed back to Ed pressing me into the side of my car. His cock pressing into me through his jeans. My hips grinding against it as I straddled him in this very seat. His mouth on my neck, hands traveling over my body. No, the problem isn't the place. It's you.

You're the problem.

I quickly re-dressed, pulling my thong and jeans back on.

“I think you should go, Dylan.”

“Well… when can I see you again?”

“I don't know, I'll call you, ok?”

He left a timid peck on my cheek before pushing the car door open and hopping out. I sat in my own backseat for a while, my thoughts racing.

The fuck was that, Jac? He's a Grade A toolbag, you know that. And really? Comparing him to… Stop. Just stop.

I took a deep breath and crawled up into the driver's seat. The ride home went by in a blink, my head clearly overwhelmed and, thankfully, on auto-pilot.

I climbed the stairs up to my little apartment and sighed with relief when I reached the landing. Something caught my eye, a little glass vase of flowers were set on the doormat in front of my apartment. What the…

It was a bouquet of technicolor daisies, all pinks and purples and blues and reds. The kind they dye bright colors at the supermarket. Wedged inside the bouquet was a small handwritten card:

Look forward to working with you x

So they were from Ed. Okay.

Was it a professional gesture, or a romantic one? Shouldn't someone of Ed Sheeran’s caliber have an assistant who could send flowers for him? I had the sneaking suspicion that he had bought these, scribbled out the card, and left them here on my doorstep all himself.

I slipped the key into the lock and spilled into my apartment, utterly exhausted from the last thirty hours. I set the flowers on the kitchen counter, trying not to read into them too much.

In a desperate need to feel clean, I ran a hot shower and stood under the spray for a prolonged period of time. Fuck the draught. I just wanted to wash away all the bad decisions I had made, my skin crawling at the memory of Dylan's hands on me in the car. The way my heart had jumped up into my throat when Mark introduced me to Ed this morning. Was that just this morning? God, this has been a long day.

The hot water didn't soothe or cleanse my soul as I'd hoped it would.

What if Mark found out? About Ed? I'd be off the project, maybe even let go. Damnit, Jac, you've worked too damn hard to lose this.

The water was starting to turn cold, so I turned the faucet off and got out, towel drying my body and hair. I grabbed a ratty old band tee and pulled on a pair of boyshort panties before climbing into my bed.

It smelled of him, all subtle cinnamon and clean smell. And suddenly the night before was flashing before my eyes again, as if my brain were saying HEY !! REMEMBER !! THIS !! LET'S !! THINK !! ABOUT !! IT !! SOME !! MORE !!

It was going to be another sleepless night.

THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING!!!!!!!

#ed sheeran #ed sheeran fanfic #ed sheeran fanfiction #ed sheeran smut #ed sheeran fan fiction #original writing #fanfic #fanfiction #divide #i don't wanna know about your Newman #sorry bro #jac needs to get her shit together #also she talks to herself a lot #easter eggs #tracklist fic

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college! minhyung

a/n; inspired by a series of unfortunate events that happened to yours truly, and it’s my first time writing a college au so please enjoy:’)

major: music and audio tech

mark really liked music and making music so when he heard there was a course for it he immediately signed himself up for that

and he’s in the school’s dance club,, a very underrated dancer

tbh he partially got in because of his looks

also an underrated visual in nct

but mostly because this boy got those sick moves and he does music too?? yes please

i’m not saying that he’s the campus hottie but that’s exactly what i’m saying

but he’s really low-key and just wants to pursue his passion in music

and do well

you and mark met through this thing where you get admitted early into a course you like

you,, chose communications and media management or mass communications, as you would like to call it(i shall refer it to cmm)

and mark was there for the early admission exercise too because he had it as a backup if he couldn’t get into music and audio tech

at first the whole room was super tense because,, cmm is fiercely competitive

and you needed more than just language to get through this whole thing

when you arrived, you took a seat at the back because,, isn’t that what students do

and then mark came into the room like a really awkward bean

literally bows to everyone while saying excuse me

and he takes his seat beside you(!!)

you were lowkey screaming because,, why would someone as hot as mark sit beside you,, an average girl who just wants to get into the damn course

and your school didn’t had guys like that

let’s take a moment to imagine mark in casual clothes, like that red lacoste polo tee and ripped jeans and black vans and a kanken?? did that made your heart race? because it made my heart do just that

ya’ll know exactly which pic im referring to

so you decided not to be a chicken and make friends w him

“i’m really nervous,, i’ve yet to internalize my script for the screen test later”

“same,, i’m more worried for the written test tbh” with that shy smile of his

ok b4 we move on there are 3 components of your early admission exercise thing

1. written test 2. screen test 3. interview

and basically you have to go through all of that lmao

ok let’s get back to the story

“i’m sure you’ll do well, uhm..”

“mark”

“mark, yep”

“and you’re?”

“y/n”

“that’s a pretty name ^^”

you swore your heart dropped

fast forward to the interview, you and mark were in the same group

and the damn lecturers had their radar on you bc wow reader you’re a catch

“so y/n, we saw that you write fiction in your portfolio, right?”

you broke into a sweat bc they ain’t gonna reveal that you write fanfictions in front of mark

“yeah i do”

“so could you please come up with a plot and characters for a current affair you know?”

you were pretty shook because fanfic ideas only hit you when it’s the right time(ff writers do you feel me)

so you were stuttering,

“i lost my childhood friend in a tsunami??”

and the lecturers literally cracked up at your idea

but they couldn’t blame you though, its hard to come up with an answer on the spot

at the end of the interview, mark was also lowkey cracking up

“omg i can’t believe you said that y/n, but i gotta admit it was pretty creative”

“i know right, why did i say that…”

“i thought it was really creative and different though, i liked it”

there goes your heart

fastforward to the beginning of the school term

mark and you exchanged numbers on that day and when you guys received the results of the posting he wasn’t in cmm but music and audio tech

tbh you were rlly happy for him bc you guys were convenient friends from that day on and he was so excited and passionate about making music its just so so heartwarming

and well, the first assignment the lecturer gave was about a collaboration?? article

it can be between any student as long as its a different major

and it applies to every student on campus gdi

so the first person that came to your mind was mark

so after your lecture you ran straight to the block mark’s lecture hall was at

and as soon his lecture ended you ran up to mark who was busy chatting with his newfound friends

“mark! did you get the collaboration assignment?”

“yeah i did, why?”

“c-can i collab with you?”

and all his friends were all stunned like,, why is this girl suddenly coming up to mark to collab

“s-sure, why not?” with the mark giggle, you know what i’m talking about

“good, i’ll see you soon then,” you winked, leaving mark dumbstruck

and when you left your heart was leaping out of your chest and you mentally slapped yourself for winking at mark

anyhow, you and mark would meet up every other day to work on the assignment, with mark as your protagonist of your article

and mark makes a music piece, as you take part in producing the music piece

but the song is actually about you!!

basically mark talks about what he learns in the course, like making music and stuff

he also plays the guitar which is a plus

whilst you guys were collabing

mark gained attention for his insanely good looks, which he often denied and pushes the campus hottie title to taeyong,, his senior

and also his music making and lyric writing talent

have you seen his rap freestyle in snowball project??? like how did you even mark lee

and you gained attention for your writing, one of the top cmm students in school with a bright personality and media sense

and rumour goes around the campus that the best students of both majors are collabing and are already scoring those As lmao

that rumour was true and everyone was looking forward to the finished products of the geniuses of the school

while you two were collabing you two got to know more about each other

and you know,, you,, like,, like,, each other its so cute

you two keep sending signals to one another

for mark its adding smileys to his texts and a few hearts and like holding the door when you enter the recording studio and all those gentlemanly stuff ugh so sweet

for you,, its just more affection and skinship and playful slaps on the shoulder

the rest of the school; “pLEASE DATE ALREADY”

both of your friends literally could sense those signals but the both of you couldn’t

so on the last day of doing the assignment you and mark would show each other’s completed assignment

you showed mark your article of him, alongside with a candid picture of him working on the music you took secretly

“omg y/n,, this is so good, thank you so much”

“you’re welcome mark,, it’s nothing,, really”

and mark showed you his finished music piece and you were so proud of him because the song actually sounded legit and not by a college student

after the music ended, mark looked at you seriously and started fiddling with his hands

“you know,, y/n,, i’ve been wanting to tell you this in the longest time…”

“what is it?”

“that,, i really like you,, since the d-day we met, i really like how you are so passionate about writing and stuff… and how pretty you are and…”

“i like you too, mark, i really really like you”

and the you two hug and boom youre dating aAAAA so cute

dating college!mark would be the softest thing ever

he would memorise your favourite drink and buy it for you every morning without fail

you reckon mark would be broke by the end of the year from buying your favourite white chocolate mocha from starbucks every morning lol

and wait outside the girls’ dorm for you

and the main point is he looks good while waiting for you that sometimes you come down a lil later to just take candid pics of him waiting for you LOL

if mark’s lectures end earlier than yours, he would wait for you outside your lecture room like omg sweetest boyfriend ever

basically you guys are like inseperable

but he’s a lil shy with the pda during the first steps of the r/s so expect loads of blushy mark

but when he’s warmed up to it he’s like the clingiest baby ever

he does give you space tho,, which youre thankful for

and when he stays up too late to do his music assignment you would creep into the studio to bring him some snacks and coffee

and make sure he gets sleep because this boy can’t be stopped unless youre around

you joined the dance club soon after he joined an like you two are the literal power couple with the visuals and talents just,,, debut together please

when ya’ll did 1million dance studio’s All I Wanna Do choreography iT WAS LIT AND SLAYING EVERYONE WAS CHEERING

mark is generally rlly shy with compliments so you always compliment him so that people dont take advantage of his humility if that makes sense

like there was once he had a group project and je did most of the work and everyone was like “mark you did all the work!! this isnt a group project”

mark was like no omg my teammates did the work too

and his jackass teammate was like “oh mark only did half of the work and we did the most”

you were ready to fight that asshole and mark had to literally hold you back

mark really likes it when you steal his hoodies and wear it to lectures bc you look so cute in them

and his graphic tees too this boy has gr8 fashion ngl

when the break rolls around you guys would go cafe hopping and eat till your stomachs were almost exploding

and also shopping for clothes and all that

mark was willing to be your human guinea pig when you buy makeup when your hand runs out of space for swatches

and when its time to pay mark just shoves his credit card to the cashier and youre like

“mark youre gonna be so broke thats $128 worth of makeup”

and you pouting and mark had to use his fingers to lift your lips up into a smile

“you’ve done so much for me for just being my girlfriend, babe, just let me pay for it this once”

and it was the 34th time he paid lmao

anyhow dating!college mark is all pure and fluffy and innocent

please give mark lots of love

#fluffy writes #mark lee #lee minhyung #mark lee scenarios #nct #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream #nct u #nct 127 #nctwriters

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ineffablesuffering · 7 years

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Many Of Horror |j.l| Chapter 1

So, I put this on wattpad but kinda neglected it, but maybe id be more likely to keep updating on this idk

ANWAY

This is my John Lennon fanfic based on this song here.

@queen-mercury-may

Prompt: Your genius friend created a time machine out of an old iPod. How it works is simple. You play a song and you’re immediately transported to the time and place that song was recorded. With a library of over 10,000 songs. You just accidentally hit “Shuffle.”

“Come on, when have my calculations ever been wrong?” My best friend Kirsty Adams told me.

“Well…”

“Shut up, that was one time!”

“You exploded your car K!” I told her.

“That was one time. This won’t explode on you, I promise.” She said, handing me the iPod.

“How do you know this even works?” I began, “Time travel is impossible!”

“I don’t know if it works. You’re gonna be the one to test it!” She said with a grin on her face. Oh, for the love of God.

“So, I’m your guinea pig?”

“Yes! Exactly.” She said excitedly, bobbing up and down on my desk chair. I rolled my eyes at her.

“What do I get out of this? Other than being transported to god knows where.” I mused.

“Um, to meet John Lennon?” She said hopefully. Damn. That sounded good. I mean of course I was 100% aware of what he was like as a person, but I couldn’t deny his talent or indeed his amazing good looks. I mean, like damn.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll try it.” I said, giving in, “but if this blows up on me, I swear to god!”

“It won’t. I promise you!” She squealed, she paused “Just don’t break it, you might not be able to come back if you do.”

“Oh no. What would I ever do? Stuck in the 60’s with The Beatles. God, I don’t know what I would ever do.” I said sarcastically.

“Just please be careful.” She whispered. I sighed and held her hand. “I’ll be just fine, Kirst.” She stretched over from where she was sitting and hugged me tightly before letting go.

“Right try it, and don’t worry about money everything gets transferred. Also, when you get there, you are dropped outside a house to stay in whilst you are there. Outfit’s also change too, so you don’t look like a sore thumb.”

“Wow. You really thought this through.” I pointed out.

“Aye, obviously. Right, go. I need to see if this works.” I looked down at the iPod in my hands. What if it worked. Oh God. My hands began to shake as I was about to select a song, but they were so shaky that I accidentally pressed shuffle. Fuck.

The next thing I knew I was standing in the middle of the pavement. I looked down at the iPod that still in my hand, it was the most modern thing around here, almost futuristic. I pressed the button in the middle to see where this thing had taken me. ‘And I Love Her’ it read. Oh. Oh! I’m in London - 1964! The weather makes it seem like February, there was a slight nip in the air. I looked down to my new outfit. I was wearing overalls with a white top. I looked a bit like I was in Dexy’s Midnight Runners. I began to think how lucky I was to have shuffle select that song. I could have ended up back in the 1800’s with Beethoven, which would have been an entirely different experience. 1964 wow. This means I could meet John Lennon, and tell him what an inspiration he has been to me and maybe kick him in the balls for being a dick. I glance up and see a young man running towards me. He stopped right in front of me and placed his hands on his knees panting heavily. I look at him for a second, the mop top giving him away. Holy shit. Keep calm Charlotte. I quickly put the iPod in my front pocket. He looked behind him and saw a crowd running towards him. He suddenly grabbed my hand and said,

“Run!” He flew off, dragging me behind him, almost tearing my arm out its socket. We darted around a corner and he pulled me into his chest as the crowd ran by. He took a step back adjusting himself before he spoke. “Sorry about that love,” his accent was so much more predominant than I was familiar with, “can’t go anywhere these days.” He said with a small smile. “What’s your name? I assume you already know who I am.” He said smugly, eye’s shining. I rolled my eyes.

“Very modest of you, Mr McCartney, but you assume well. Charlotte Rigby, but most people just call me, Lottie.” I said stretching my hand out for him to shake, but instead, he brought it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles. My cheeks burned and I had to remind myself that this man was a charmer, and treated women with very little respect, but how many women in my day and age, can say that Paul McCartney kissed their hand? He smiled cheekily at me.

“I like you Lottie,” he said, “Where are you from?”

“Edinburgh”

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“I have you to thank for that Mr McCartney, you are the one who dragged me into this alley.” Paul laughed. Who knew a laugh could be so attractive?

“Call me Paul, Mr McCartney is my dad.”

“Okay then,” I said “Paul.” He smiled at me before he peaked out around the corner, cautious of being spotted again. “Look, we’ll go back to mine and we’ll find something you can wear to disguise yourself.” I said to him.

“Really?”

“Sure! Why not? You could always use a little help from your friends.” I said, daring to quote some of his later work.

“You are amazing love!”

“Let’s go, keep your head down and take my hand.” I said, taking his hand and quickly walking back down the street we came down from. As we were walking, I realised that Kirsty’s iPod worked. Wait. Kirsty’s iPod! I felt my pockets and it was there. Oh, thank fuck! We kept on walking until we reached what seemed to be my new house. My subconscious told me that there was a key under the welcome mat, I checked and there was. Wow, Kirsty had really thought of everything. I unlocked the door and quickly ushered Paul inside. I looked behind me to make sure no one had seen Paul before I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “Feel free to make yourself at home.” I smiled, he returned the smile before heading into what I presumed was the living-room. I went up the stairs, gravitating towards the first room on the right. I opened the door and walked in. I took a deep breath. Paul McCartney was in my house. James. Paul. McCartney. Holy mother of God. I had to keep my cool. I walked over to my wardrobe and flicked through. How I loved sixties fashion. I had numerous pairs of jeans, full length and cropped, there was also loads of floral-patterned tops and dresses that weren’t really my 2017 style of dark colours. But for the 60’s: I was willing to make that sacrifice. There was also a long, camel brown trench coat. Suddenly an idea popped into my head. Hairspray. I smirked to myself, grabbing the coat, one of the multiple scarfs and a pair of sunglasses. “Paul?” I shouted

“Yeah?”

“Come up here! I have something for you.” I heard him coming up the stairs before poking his head around the door. “Come in and stand by the bed. Close your eyes.” He did as he was told. I took the coat off its hanger and helped him into it. I slipped the sunglasses onto his face, moving his hair out of the way and tied the scarf around his head. “Ok, I’m going to walk you forward to in front of the mirror okay?” Once in front of the mirror “Okay. Open.” He opened his eyes. “Paul McCartney, meet Paula McCartney.” I laughed. It was simple, but it worked.

“Paula?” He laughed

“Paula.” I confirmed.

“You think this will work?” He asked, taking off the glasses.

“Honey, I know it will work.”

“Well, if you are sure.”

“I am.” I nodded “Where do you need to be anyway?”

“Studio. John’s gonna kill me,” He said going over to the window and glancing out of it, “I really should get going.”

“We can’t have a dead Beatle, now can we?” I almost laughed.

“No, we can’t.” He smiled at me walking to the bedroom door, putting the sunglasses back on. “You coming?”

“What?”

“Are you coming or not? You can’t let lil’ old Paula McCartney walk the streets herself. Plus, John might not kill me with a pretty girl around.” He winked at me and I just laughed. It was hard to take him seriously the way he was dressed, and there was no way I was letting a chance to watch the Beatles in a session!

“Sure, why not,” I said, “Little old Paula could use the help.”

“Gear! Come let’s go.” He said taking my hand and dragging me out the house. I quickly lock the door and placed the key in my front pocket. Paul took my arm and we set off for the Studio

“So how old are you love?”

“I’m 17,” I paused and remembered the date, “It’s actually my birthday soon.”

“Really? Well, we’ll have to do something!” He said excitedly

“No, no it’s not necessary. I’m sure you’re busy with something.”

“Yeah, well that doesn’t matter. We’ll take you out for lunch!”

“Well, only if you’re sure, I don’t want to be intruding.” I said to him sincerely, but on the inside, I was screaming. He wanted to take me out for lunch? Well okay then.

The walk to the studio was nice. We talked about this that and the next thing, and just generally had a nice time. I had to admit, that I did enjoy his company more than I thought I would. As we neared the studio, I began to think that I was going to see Abbey Road, without all the tourists which was another reason I am thankful for that iPod. I asked Paul “Earlier today when you were getting chased, is it like that everywhere you go?”

“Yeah,” he started, “sometimes I miss it being quiet you know?” I smiled softly at him

“I bet you do, though it has to come with some perks you know? Girls screaming your name.”

“I’m already used to that.” He said wiggling his eyebrows, which could just be seen from the top of his glasses, and I gave him a playful slap and giggled. We reached the studio and I was almost blown away by sheer excitement, but I had to keep my wits. It was so surreal, I had the urge to walk across it and get my photo taken, but it was a few years too early for that. We headed through the main doors into a reception area where Paul stripped off his disguise and hung it up on the coat hook.

“You know, I can’t believe that actually worked!” exclaimed Paul, I just laughed.

“Do you really have that little faith in me, Mr McCartney?” I said with fake offence laced throughout my voice.

“Miss Rigby, I have all the faith in the world in you.” He retorted, opening the door to the room where they would be recording, he bowed as I walked by and I turned to courtesy dramatically, pretending to hold out my non-existent skirt.

“Why thankyou kind sir.” I said in an overly posh voice.

“I am most honoured.” He said in the same accent as me. We stopped, looked at each other then we burst out laughing walking into the room together. I wiped my tears of laughter away and took a glance at my surroundings. John was stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, George was sat lightly strumming his guitar with a cup of tea sat next to him and Ringo was. Well, he wasn’t there.

“Paul, where the hell have you been?” John said bitterly.

“Fans.” He replied simply, picking up his bass and tuning it.

“And who’s the bird?” John said turning his attention to me

“I think you’ll find Mr Lennon, that I don’t have wings or a beak, so if you could refrain from calling me a bird that would be lovely.” I said. Paul sniggered from behind John and George let out a chuckle from where he was sitting. “Charlotte Rigby, but most people call me Lottie.” I said offering my hand to him. John stood a bit shocked that I had spoken to him like that, but he shook my hand anyway.

“John Lennon.” He muttered

“Oh, I am aware.” I smirked at him before taking a seat next to Paul. A sense of achievement washed over me, I just talked back to John Lennon. Paul smiled at me.

“So, what are we recording today?” I asked innocently, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, just a few bits and bobs. We have a song called ‘And I Love Her.’”

“Oh! I can’t wait to hear it! I can tell I’m going to love it already!” I said enthusiastically. Paul smiled at me again.

“I hope you will.” He replied. The door opened and in walked Ringo, a tray of tea in his hands and a cigarette hanging from his lips. Adorable.

“Here, let me take that.” I sprung to my feet, taking the tray out of his hands.

“Look, the birds taller than you Ritchie!” John’s voice rang throughout the studio.

“Shut it Lennon.” I snapped. George sniggered and Paul burst into a guffaw. I turned my attention back to a very shocked Ringo. I balanced the tray in one hand, offering him my other “Charlotte Rigby, but most people call me Lottie.” Ringo shook my hand

“Richard Starkey, but everyone calls me Ringo.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” I smiled, it really was all mine. I sat the tray down on a small table to the left of me. The room fell silent, though I knew I was the reason why. I knew that prior to this point, the studio was a man’s environment, there was no sign of Yoko just yet and I couldn’t change that. No, I couldn’t change that. That was history, that was one of the reasons for the end and right now, was only the beginning. I couldn’t interfere with that. I had to be careful whilst I was here. There were so many things that I could accidentally change. I let out a small cough. “Well, I guess I should be leaving then,” I said sadly. I really wanted to see them record but I couldn’t change history. “It was nice meeting you all.”

“Do you really have to go?” Paul wined, standing up coming over to me.

“Yes, she does.” John added, rather harshly.

“Oi, no need to be mean John.” George said, it was the first time I had heard him speak today. I loved his voice, it was so calming.

“It’s fine George, this is a man’s world after all,” I said flashing him a tight smile, before turning my attention back to Paul. “Plus, I don’t want to interfere.” Paul smiled sadly, nodding his head.

“I understand.”

“It was lovely to meet you though.” I said to him.

“And you. Thank you for helping me.”

“Not a problem.” I told him making my way out of the door. “Bye Ringo, Bye George, Bye Paul,” I said addressing each of them. “John.”

I left the studio with my hands in my pockets. Once I was in the safe proximity of the outside world, I let out a shaky sigh before hopping down the stairs. The experience was surreal. I met John and George. They were alive. I started making my way along the streets of London where I came from. Reaching my new house, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I couldn’t believe the iPod fucking worked. I started chuckling to myself and soon, I was almost on the floor because I was laughing so hard. It actually worked, and now I was going delirious. I collapsed to the floor in my laughing fit, tears streaming down my face. Who knew how long I was sitting there.

Once I had calmed down I thought it might be best to check out the house that I was living in. I looked up to be greeted with the sight that I noticed when I entered the house for the first time. The carpet was a light caramel, plain and simple and continued up the stairs to where the bedroom was. There was a door right in front of me, and to my left an open door which made me believe that that was the living room. I went to the closed door first. Pulling it open I was greeted with a bathroom. Nice, I thought to myself, that might come in handy. I laughed at my own joke. I walked into the living room. The carpet was all weirdly designed in all these different colours and shapes. The walls were white and had a yellow accent wall. There was a glass door which led into the Kitchen. I headed back up the stairs and opened the other doors. A spare bedroom, an extra bathroom and storage.

I headed back to my new room to study it further. Apart from the wardrobe and mirror that I had already seen, there was a Vanity table underneath the window which faced the streets. Beside that was a record player on top of a set of cupboards. I knelt and opened the cupboards and gasped. In front of me was pile upon pile of records, from Johnny Cash to Vera Lynn, from Little Richard to Frank Sinatra and everything in between. There was a feeling of disappointment in me as there was no Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd but still, I squealed and grabbed ‘I’ve Got You Under My Skin.’ I gently took it out of its sleeve and placed the record onto the turntable before dropping the needle. After a crackle, the smooth Jazz voice of Frank Sinatra flowed out of the system, and into the air around me. I stood up and started swaying to the music that was being produced. I twirled just as the doorbell rang. I quickly stopped and turned off the music. No one knew where I lived. No one but…. Paul! I quickly bounded down the stairs and opened the door to indeed Paul who was standing holding my scarf, jacket and sunglasses that I had completely forgotten about.

“Hello Paul! Please come in.” I smiled stepping aside to let him in.

“Thanks.” He grinned. He came inside, we made our way into the living room after I shut the door. “Oh, here.” He said offering my clothing to me. I said my thanks and took them off him and placed them neatly on the arm of the chair.

“Tea?” I asked

“That would be lovely.”

I opened the kitchen door and beelined for the kettle, I took off the lid before filling it with water and setting it down before flicking the switch. There was a silence between us no one knowing exactly what to say.

“So,” Paul coughed “I want to apologise on behalf of John for his behaviour.” He walked in and leaned up against the worktop

“It’s okay,” I smiled, opening a cupboard and praying to find mugs. I did. “I know people like that, I can handle it.”

“It seemed like it!” He chuckled. “He was silent for the rest of the day! I haven’t seen anyone speak to him like that.”

“Milk? Sugar?” I asked putting a tea bag in each mug, filling it up with the hot water, a smug smile on my face.

“Please.” I took out the tea bag and added milk and sugar “You know, you’re different Lottie.”

“Really? How so?” I said handing him his mug.

“Thanks,” he took a sip “I don’t know, you just seem more how do I put it?”

“More?”

“More independent, more capable.”

“In what sense?” I asked confused. The Beatle took another sip of his tea.

“You don’t need anyone to stick up for you, you handled it pretty well.”

“Thanks. I need to know how to where I’m from.” I said choosing my words carefully. One slip of the tongue and it’s out there. Paul only took a sip from his tea.

“So, how did today go?”

“Great thanks! We got the song recorded, and started on a few other things.” Paul’s eyes twinkled when he talked about music, it was so nice to see how passionate he was about it. “I’m sorry you couldn’t stay.”

“It’s fine.” I sipped my rea. There was another silence. “Oh shit, I left a record on my turntable!” I remembered.

“What record?”

“Frank Sinatra.”

“Oh gear! Mind if I come check it out?”

I shrugged “If you want to.” We sat down our mugs and made our way upstairs to my room Paul clocked the open cupboard and instantly made his way over to it flicking through each individual record, examining it with care. I on the other hand just sat on the bed watching him do so. Paul stood up and replaced the needle to the start of the Frank Sinatra record that I had been playing and before long the sultry sound of I’ve Got You Under My Skin come back on. Paul walked over to where I was sitting and offered his hand. I smiled at him and took it. He took me to the middle of the room and pulled me close to him, I flushed at the contact. He held one of my hands in his and had it pressed on his shoulder, whilst his other hand snuck around my waist. I placed my free hand on his arm. Funnily, I had just noticed that we were the same hight so I could look him directly in the eyes as we danced. We swayed and almost waltzed around my bedroom, Paul twirling me every so often. I laughed and so did he. We played record after record just dancing, neither of us noticing the time or the sky getting gradually darker. We collapsed on my bed slightly out of breath, we looked at each other and just laughed. I could see each other becoming close friends, but I didn’t know how long I was going to be here for. A slight frown appeared on my face and Paul was quick to notice.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“It’s nothing,” I sighed moving a stray bit of hair from my forehead. “It’s just,” I paused trying to think of the words to say “Will we ever get to meet again? I had a great time today and I don’t want this new-found friendship to go down the drain you know?”

“I know what you mean. I hope that we can meet up again. Maybe I could stop by after I finish up at the studio tomorrow?” He said, sitting up. I sat up too.

“I’d like that,” I smiled “I’ll be sure to have the kettle on.”

Paul laughed, “I look forward to it.”

“You’d best be going then.” I said glancing at the clock, almost 11.

“Yeah, I guess I should.” He sighed standing up. We walked down the stairs and I opened the door for him.

“Tell the boys I said hello.”

“I will do, I’ll see you tomorrow Miss Lottie.” He said pressing another kiss to my hand.

“See you tomorrow Paul.”

#the beatles fan fic #the beatles #john lennon fan fic #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #george harrison

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Maybe a headcanon post of the captains and pets?

omigosh i have literally been waiting for an ask like this since i started bless you anon im sorry if this was late, it’s midterms week!! ||

it’s long, so have fun under the cut!

Sawamura:

German Shepherd, Captain

@faiyuuhi has the Fireman!AU with all the pets and Daichi with Captain was just perf.

I mean, ever since I had this prompt in my head I’ve always been able to see Daichi with a German Shepherd: they’re dependable, loyal, hardworking, smart. But Faiyuuhi just did it so well with her book, I fell in love with the idea even more ❤

Daichi got Captain in college on a whim because he felt lonely and his neighbor was a really good friend that felt owed Daichi so much

So Daichi got a two-month-old German Shepherd

^which he really didn’t know what to name for a while

^but he really wanted to use the name ‘Captain’, and it just kind of stuck

He and Captain go on walks and morning runs together, play catch in the park, do coordinated tricks, even work out at home together (since pets weren’t really allowed to be in the gym)

until ofc the manager at the local gym he works out in saw him running in that park in gym shorts and black tank and says ‘so that’s where he disappears to’ bc he really loves being with Captain so much

and she allows Captain to go to the gym (considering he’s housetrained ofc) and eventually becomes the gym mascot c:

On the topic of tricks, Daichi once brought Captain to the park to practice tricks, and he got an audience that filmed him and his dog

He went a little viral in Miyagi for his ‘Hot Guy and Amazing Dog!!!! AWESOME TRICKS’ or smth like that, and every now and then he does shows in the park

^ after which some spectators offer money for his time

^ now he sets a small box for Captain’s treat budget for extra effort :)

Daichi hates brushing sessions the most, especially during shedding season.

^and when Captain just shakes his fur out in the middle of the thing omigod

^that is the reason why Daichi hates his carpeted apartment

I didn’t mean to ship Captain with Harper, which came out of nowhere, but why not have some fluff hcs about them

When they’re tired from walks, they snuggle together in a mass of black, brown, red and white fur

Snoot booping. Snoot booping everywhere

Lots of tail wagging, esp when they look at each other

Captain’s pretty shy around Harper, and ducks his head when she runs for him the next time they meet, but really, really likes giving her kisses

They don’t meet when she’s in heat, and they meet on a regular basis when she’s not. Captain looks forward to the meetings and knows what time it is, so when Daichi doesn’t look like he’s bringing Captain to meet with Futakuchi and Harper, he starts barking and howling for her :’(

Oikawa:

Japanese Bobtail, Maenki (maen-ki)

I guess a lot of people would pair his flamboyance with a Persian (which is long-haired and floofy and just screams c l a s s y ) but a long-haired Persian requires daily grooming. Considering this boy’s busy vbc + acads schedule, I don’t think that’s going to work

So I read around since I don’t own a cat, and saw that the Japanese Bobtail would be best over my original idea of having a Scottish Fold

They’re healthy, colorful, and easy to care for, but at the same time affectionate and really great companions.

Oikawa got his at about five months old, a pretty mostly-white tabby calico mix girl with yellow eyes

Her white spots are big, and look like petals dappling her fur, really pretty ❤

He’s wanted one since he saw a Manekineko and read about the folklore too

Later as I was doing this draft I was thinking about my cousin misspelling things, and when she was trying out ‘Manekineko’, she spelled it as ‘Maenkineko’. The Maenki part stuck, since the above hc is that Oikawa likes the Manekineko. :)

He learns that she can ‘talk’, which are mostly chirps and meows strung together

and now when he talks to her, she knows how to respond. Like greeting her good morning earns him her own greeting that, through time, he recognizes as her ‘good morning’ reply

At night, when he can’t call Iwa-chan or Makki or Mattsun, he talks to her, and they have conversations that last hours

She keeps up with his active lifestyle too. Like he does pushups at home and she bats his nose with a paw, or sits on his back

Sometimes he jogs around the street their house is in and she follows

And she’s extra smart too: like she can find the ball in cups, find her ball, etc

She also loves boxes, and will get into anything she can fit into

So he keeps all his boxes closed, and has one especially for her

she doesn’t even touch her furry cat bed, sadly

She scratches him when he tries for her belly too

But she looooves brushing sessions. Like she will try to get those bristles under her chin no matter what, which is problematic since he needs to brush all of her

!! She absolutely loves being pet

And the rest of the Seijou vbc love her to death

Like, she’s the first thing they look for in Oikawa’s home, to Oikawa’s disappointment

Iwaizumi’s really dumbfounded on why Maenki would like someone like him lol

“Look look! Maenki loves Iwa-chan ❤”

^that’s the running joke of the Seijou 3rd years lol but it’s hella fine to Iwa-chan

Sometimes she sucks Makki’s fingers :>

and is utterly terrified of how damn tall Mattsun is :

Kuroo

Medium-sized Poodle, Sushi; Common goldfish, Neko;Plakat Betta, Aki

Kuroo’s love of dogs over cats is canon, so no cats for this tol

His parents agreed he could have a dog, so they got a Medium-sized cream Poodle. Standard was too big, and Toy was too small, so they got one in the middle. His mother was allergic to fur, so they got a poodle

Sushi was the name the breeders kind of tagged him with because at two months, he looked like a riceball

Why not Onigiri? No idea either

^this lil shit is smart af. Regularly gets out of his crate, leash, collar, whatever

Gets into so much mischief too, but that was only because Kuroo wasn’t walking him; all that pent up energy was directed the wrong way

Now they have 15-minute runs and 15-minute training sessions everyday. Sushi now knows enough to enter an obedience competition

The lil shit is fast af, something Kuroo learned while sprinting. Lots of dogs that was Sushi’s size he’s handled before weren’t as fast as this beanpole of ours, but this literal small cloud of fluff could match Kuroo’s sprint over about 200m

(Even though Kuroo is the fastest of the vbc after Tora and Lev)

Neko he won from the college fair. He had no idea what to name it until it jumped out of the tank. He put it back in the tank and lo and behold: it lives!

^and since the first thing he said was that the thing must have nine lives, the name ‘Neko’ stuck

^ to this day, Kenma thinks it’s weird af (but hella cheesy and ironic)

Come spring, as he was cleaning out the tank, he noticed that the container he put Neko in had transparent little balls stuck to the walls. He ran his fingers along the tank walls, and found more of them

The filter was a bitch to clean too

In the end he did a 100% water change, and cleaned including the stand on which the tank sat on

^ this took up an entire Saturday afternoon

That was the day he realized that, for six months, the goldfish was a fricking girl.

Neko was seven months under Kuroo’s care when Aki came home.

Aki is a Grizzle Plakat Betta

Kuroo knew that bettas couldn’t be put into a tank with a four-inch-goldfish because of their size, and because bettas are literally fighting fish

But Kuroo found Aki not in one of those cups, but in a community tank. this means that Aki was already living peacefully with other fish

So after buying the things he needed for Neko’s tank, he had Aki put in a bag to take home c:

So imagine a less-than-an-inch betta with a four-inch-goldfish

Oddly enough, they get along. Well if by ‘getting along’ means ‘no nipped fins’ then they’re good

The name ‘Aki’ (暁) literally means ‘daybreak’. It’s attributed to his pastel body and blue-and-purple fins, literally looking like the morning sky

Sushi once jumped up on the seat right next to the tank and watched the fish for a good five minutes. He goes there every now and then to bark at the tank, and they greet him with omnom faces. (they’re practically best friends now c:)

Futakuchi

Alaskan Malamute, Harper; Guinea pig, Megumi

His aunt was into raising Malamutes. There was a month-old litter in her house

one of the puppies crawled up to his leg and started pawing his pants. He picked her up, and played with her until he left with his mother that evening. He’s wanted her ever since (although he won’t really admit that openly)

About a month later, he was a proud owner of a smol sable-and-white, blue-eyed Alaskan Malamute

Named her ‘Harper’, even though she’s also called Haru-chan (/ha-ru-pe-ru/, since Harper itself is an English name)

On the way or when she came home, she kept trying to lick his face, as if she was excited he was her new owner

Outside the house, she’ll play pretty vigorously

Once she grew into standard Malamute size, she’s learned she can bowl Futakuchi over. The rest of the team thinks it’s cute

Poor Sakunami is dwarfed by the some-6-foot-tall Harper. he likes it when she flops on him tho, such warmth

speaking of, in the house she likes flopping onto anyone, as in anyone

Sakunami was lying on the couch and he kind of just disappeared under her fluff

^ Aone was looking for him all around the house, the whole team was looking for him around the house until he woke up from under her and his hands popped out, trying to lift the sleeping dog off his small frame

^ which ofc Aone and Kogane had some trouble with bc Harper’s pretty iffy about being moved when she’s comfy

^ Sadly the same thing happens to Futakuchi on the regular, even more so bc he sleeps in his room and she is allowed in his room

^ ofc he knows that dogs aren’t allowed on the bed or to sleep with you but she’s just. so. stubborn

But he has so much fun with her, the team really thinks it’s cute

^ if he wasn’t so invested in the dog he probably would have a gf at that point

Sometimes they go out in the park and share mochi

And he lets her play free bc the kids want to play fetch with her

But at the same time can’t ??? because she runs off c:

Once they were walking and they come across Daichi and Captain

This sweetheart literally just waltzes up to Captain and boops his snoot with hers ❤

To which Futakuchi has absolutely no idea what to do bc she’s never really looked at the ‘how to raise a female dog’ part of the books before

She and Captain sometimes spend afternoons together on the rare occasion that they meet c:

^to Futakuchi’s dismay, since she usually pays attention to him, and now she’s got goo goo eyes on Captain

Ushijima

I don’t really see Ushiwaka having a pet, since he’ll probably think it’ll take up his time

But how about an hc where he keeps a freaking hedgehog

African Pygmy Hedgehog, Quill

^ some idiot tried to give it as a gift (not Tendou, he’s too smart for that) and Ushiwaka just kind of took it in.

^ the note mentioned just how spiky he was, and took it to a literal level.

^ he didn’t have the heart to ‘dispose’ of the tiny ball of spines, so he decided to keep it.

^ his mother was pretty much against it though, but he managed.

The smol stays in a large for-rabbits cage, with furniture of assorted sizes

After the initial introductory period (which includes desensitizing of new owner and environment, plus anting) Quill’s pretty chill

He likes snuggling in Ushiwaka’s huge sweaters, and practically disappears

You know the Hangry to Happy Hedgie vids? Feed this smol some cheese bits while he’s curled up

Sometimes Ushiwaka leaves Quill out of his cage for a while, until the Grand Ace forgets

^ and subsequently finds droppings over his hardwood floor

^ and also subsequently wonders where the heck the smol went

When the team comes over, they don’t really check on Quill simply because it’s Quill. He doesn’t really care

He cares for the treats they give tho

And the snuggles they let him have when Tendou brings him out

Speaking of, Tendou once wanted to pet Quill, but was afraid he’d get spiked

Ushiwaka showed him how, and every time he visits he’s usually got his hands on Quill

^unfortunately the one time Tendou made that stupid pun of ‘spiking’ Quill made Ushiwaka kind of worried that Tendou would actually spike the smol

^ so now Tendou must always handle Qull under Grand Ace Supervision™

Quill also likes cherries (without the skin), but it stains his lips, cheeks, chest, and paws (which leads to Ushiwaka trying to bathe Quill [which Ushiwaka really doesn’t look forward to])

But leave the smol in a bath and he’ll swim for hours

^ which is ofc dangerous but Ushiwaka also has a heart, so he spoils this one sometimes

Bokuto

First of all, HOOT HOOT

Second of all, I’ve read up on the thing about keeping owls, and although it’s a good enough idea for our resident Hoot Captain, it’s not realistic enough

So how about another dog instead?

Labrador Retriever, Choko

Anybody know what a name we could give this one

The Labrador Retriever’s intelligent, playful, family-oriented, supportive

I wanted Bokuto to have one that’s extra playful, but most of them were either small or medium in size. I really didn’t ship something like that for Bokuto

I was thinking of an Australian Shepherd, a Shikoku, Siberian Husky, Dalmatian

^ and subsequently thought, why not four dogs??

^ then I thought of Akaashi and kind of received a fictional bop on the head heheheh

Bokuto went out witih Kuroo to the local groomer/clinic with Sushi, and saw quite a few puppies waiting for their grooming and wandering around playing with other puppies and dogs

And most dogs were small/medium in size

So when a grown-ass black Lab sat in line, he was just so ‘wowed’ out

“Kuroo!! It’s so BIG”

“…isn’t that what girls say when they see your thing??”

“Bro”

But the black Lab was so big and sweet and so very nice

The owner even let him pat her head!!!

And he decided he wanted one :)

ofc Kuroo would let his friend know what it takes to take care of a dog and whatnot, and ofc Bokuto won’t listen to this

So they check the ad boards next to the door for any Lab breeders

and Bokuto’s like, “Why not get from the pet store?”

and Kuroo lists down the hell why nobody should get dogs or cats any pet from the pet store

(says the author who got a betta from the pet store)

aaand Bokuto vows to vanquish pet stores

somehow

aaand Kuroo distracts Bo with a breeder close by

“Oh look it’s a station away”

“WHERE”

and somehow Bo procures a female chocolate brown Labrador Retriever

“KUROO LOOK LOOK”

“AKAASHI LOOK LOOK”

Choko loooooves to play! She literally always brings her tennis ball over

Bokuto can’t stody because of this

But when he does she lies down under his desk as a foot warmer

And she gets rubs too c:

aaaand because Labs love to swim :>

sometimes he brings her to the beach and plays fetch into the water

and all the girls love a man with a dog right??? wrong

he’s just so loud that’s all and it’s such a turn off

also he just freezes but that’s not the point

this baby girl is just sooooo loveable that she’s always getting kisses

and always giving kisses!!!

SO the captains meet up out of nowhere with their pets and guess who she tries glomping first :>

yeahh Captain’s a ladies’ man

so much that Daichi’s pretty irritated about that

BUT get this

the first time they meet is that she’s just so happy to see another dog almost her size that she just runs over and glomps Captain in a head-on collision course

He’s terrified of her after that

But slowly they become good friends

She and Sushi are best friends!!

Sushi has unlimited energy and paired with the big Lab Choko they’re free to roughhouse however they want

so feel free to ship the smol with the big, that’s fine

When they’re all tired, it’s a big pile of multicolored multi-textured fluff that Captain stands lies guard over

Choko likes giving kisses the most, likes getting pet the most, likes playing ball the most

Chewing? She chews on hands and fingers and it doesn’t really hurt bc Labs have soft mouth

^you literally could give her an egg and the shell won’t break

Bokuto finds that weird since Sushi can bite real hard

But finds it adorable nonetheless

okay imma post this first because it’s two weeks overdue but i’ll try to update it for the other captains!!! im so sorry anon i hope you like the length of it though i got so invested in this even though it was midterms week hahahah

#haikyuu!!#headcanons #sawamura daichi #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru #futakuchi kenji #ushijima wakatoshi #bokuto koutarou #pets headcanons #pets #guess which pets are mine :)#i had fun with this!#thanks anon :>

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