#i suppose the answer is that i am a penguin

[phoenixkaptain]

Me looking through my drafts like: “Finished but unposted. Finished but unposted. Finished but unposted. Almost finished but unposted. Finished but unposted. Three sentences long. Not even one sentence long, just the idea is written down. Finished but unposted. Takes up half the doc and still isn’t finished. Finis-“

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Love the ducks! Especially the tiny ones. Would love to hear the taz characters as ducks thoughts

get ready to regret this !!

all image id's are in alt!

i could go on w more but i don't have the energy rn sdlfsdf. please enjoy this selection! Only three of these are new (the racecar one for Lup, the unicorn one for Taako, and the flower pot one for Merle), the rest I have collected at other assorted times.

The Kravitz duck was actually a birthday gift!! And my mom used to have the Barry duck in her classroom because it also looks incredibly like my dad, down to the outfit and glasses shape sldfsdf.

Thank you for indulging me sldfksdf

Below the cut are some alternatives, because I honestly had a very hard time choosing!!

if it's not obvious, for the second image, the back duck is Taako and the front duck is Lup! And for the last image, the clown duck is Lup and the rose duck is Barry!!

[moonstruckme]

You asked for holiday fic ideas…

I was thinking ice skating with lanky Remus and he’s just so good at it and it’s shocking but clumsy reader keeps falling down. Just something fluffy and cute

(I know ice skating isn’t technically just for the holidays but that’s what I think of typically)

Love you darling <3

I think of ice skating that way too! Thanks for requesting <3

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 548 words

“You weren’t supposed to be so graceful, you know.” 

Remus smiles, skating alongside you while you grip the wall of the small outdoor rink for support. Sunlight refracts off the ice, making it look glittery and almost blindingly white, and at the top of the rink is stationed a plump fir tree, standing tall despite the oversized ornaments weighing it down. It had been your idea to book the two of you an hour-long slot in the rink, and you’d been even more excited about the plan when you found that Remus, like you, had never been ice skating before. Unfortunately, it seems he’s let you down by not being a complete disaster at it. 

“Would you rather I was falling all over the place?” he asks you. 

“Yes,” you answer. No hesitation, but you make it up a sheepish smile. “You have a higher center of gravity. It doesn’t seem fair that you’re naturally gifted.” 

“Right, I see. I’ll try to make more of an oaf of myself.” 

“I’d appreciate if you would.” You’re smiling. It crinkles the corners of your eyes adorably. “We were supposed to hold hands and be awkward and clumsy together. It’s not cute if it’s only me.” 

“Of course it is,” Remus says, softly enough that you look at him like you’ve not quite heard. He touches your shoulder fondly. “I’m sorry to have ruined your plan. We can still hold hands, if you like.” 

You look like you’re considering it, but you don’t take your hand more than a few inches away from the barrier before it’s flying back. “Thanks, but I think I need them both.” 

Remus can see how you would. You’d given ice skating a valiant effort, but after a series of falls he’s sure will result in a patchwork of bruises around your knees for him to kiss later, the wall has become your most treasured ally. 

“Do you want me to grab something that will help?” 

“If you mean one of those penguins the kids are using, I’m going to cut our hour short.” 

Remus chuckles. “We can go, if you want to.” Although the sun feels nice, the wind is cold. He’s willing to bet that if he pinched the tip of your nose between his fingers it’d be half frozen. 

You look over at him in surprise, then soften. “I don’t actually want to leave,” you say. “I was only joking. This is fun.” 

“Is it?” 

“I don’t know, are you having fun?” 

“I am,” Remus admits. “But I can stand on my own two legs. Are you having fun?” 

You shoot him a playful glare, but your smile undermines it. “Yeah.” You shrug, self-conscious. “I mean, I’m a bit edgy, but I’m still glad we’re here. I always have fun with you.” 

Without his permission, a coo comes from between Remus’ lips. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, careful not to put any weight on you as he kisses your head. “Oh, you’re such a melt,” he says into your hair, teasing. You laugh but don’t push him away. 

Eventually, you let him take your hands. Remus isn’t good enough to skate backwards, so you stick close to the wall, wobbly and faltering, but that’s alright. Now you’re awkward and clumsy together.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

#73 with John Marino please!

So this turned out way longer than a blurb, but I guess that's to make up for the fact that I am answering it two months later... (also I stopped and started this so many times that I'm not even sure what this ending is 😂😂)

Drabble Masterlist

"Is their a reason your naked in my bed?"

John was an old friend from Harvard, you both always tethered between the line of friends and possibly could be something more, but neither of you ever pulled the trigger to try scared of the possible disaster that it could cause. Once he got called up by the Penguins that didn't change, the only thing that did was that both of you were too busy to ever see each other anymore. But that didn't stop you both from staying in touch when you could even when he was traded to to the Devils, neither of you willing to leave the other behind as just a 'friend from college.'

Once John got traded to Utah, it's as if the universe was finally alining to bring you both back together in some sort of capacity. It seemed that the company you worked for wanted you to go work in Salt Lake City for the next six months, in an attempt to get the firm a new client. When you called John to tell him that you both should catch up and get dinner when you get into town, his response in his calm voice, you could hear his smile as he responds with"Forget dinner. Move in."

At first you told him no and that you could afford your own place, plus since the firm was moving you they were planning to put you in a hotel for a while anyway, which lead to him annoyingly reminding you that he is well aware that you can afford your own place, and that his apartment is way more comfortable than any hotel plus that he misses you. Dramatically sighing you realized that John was not going to let this go, so you agreed that instead of going to a hotel, you would live for him for the first month BEFORE getting your own place eventually.

And it was great, even with John not starting the season due to an injury he got while training, and even with him needing surgry and rehab. Being around John again, reminded you how much you missed him. Even though you never did anything in college, it reminded you of your feelings that you thought you got over but apparently you didn't, and they only intensified when you saw him again. Late night snacks, movie marathons, new and old inside jokes, it only grew the two of you closer and made you realize you in love with him and it scared the shit outta you.

John was on his first roadie since the new season started and your chest physically ached as you sat on the coach. Somehow, you weren't even sure how you missed someone this badly when you went so many years without seeing them. The only other friend you had in the city, a friend from your hometown who happened to end up in Utah, called you and told you that she was going to come pick you up for drinks because laying on the coach missing someone who wasn't even hers to miss, was a waste of a good Saturday night. Which is how you ended up, now stumbling out of the Uber, your friend bidding you goodbye, after way too many shots, finally somehow opening your door. Immediately you decided clothes were too much and since John wasn't suppose to be home until tomorrow night you just started stripping as you made the way to your bed. As soon as you stumbled into your room, and your bed hit your pillow as you crawled under the sheets, sleep overtook you, as the scent of John's cologne filled your nose.

The next time you woke up, a blurry John's head was over you, speaking although you couldn't understand what he was saying possibly still a little drunk. Throwing your arms up at him, "Johnny you 'ome." in a very high pitched happy voice, as you attempted to pull him down to you, which was a complete fail because John didn't want to be pulled down.

"Y/N is their a reason your naked in my bed." his voice deep, as if he's struggling to keep an even voice, once his words registered, you slowly blinked and rubbed your eyes, sitting up looking around to see that you weren't in your room, you were in fact in his king size bed, with the sheets slowly riding down and you became extremely aware that you were naked.

"I- I -" your voice breaking, as you felt like you wanted to cry due to embarrassment, your throat was becoming tighter, your cheeks flushed, as you tried to cover up as much of yourself as you could. Ducking your head, and laying back down you pulled the sheets over your head in your attempt to hide.

"Y/N." he said in a more stern voice.

"Please leave." you begged.

"You're in my room baby." he argued. 'baby' he only use to call you that in college, when you were both drunk, and somehow it still causes your stomach to abrupt in butterflies. His hands, went to rub up and down your side, and back, as if his touch would convince you to stop hiding. "baby?" he softly cooed.

"Stop." you barked. "you're being meeeaann."

John let out a chuckle, not that he was laughing more out of shock for the situation he found himself in. "how am I being mean?" he asked.

Speaking extremely fast, almost like if you didn't get the words out now you never will. "you haven't called me that since we were 19 years old, and now you called me it twice in a minute, just cause I fucked up."

"What 'baby'?" he softly asked, and although you were still hiding and refusing to come out from under his covers, he could see your head nodding 'yes' to his question. "I just haven' seen you in person 'sall. And I swear you only let your guard down in person, which is when you act adorable like a baby." he tried to explain, but even as the words were coming out, he realized how wrong his explanation sounded. "Y/N can you please come out from under the covers, I can't talk to you like this."

Still refusing to get up, John got up and Y/N was hopeful that he would actually leave so she could get dressed and go to hide in her room for the rest the day, while she looked for apartments online. Y/N's hope was crushed when she felt the bed dip again, "here baby. I brought you a shirt, sit up please." he begged, desperately craving to see her face. Slowly she removed the comforter from her face, covering herself she sat up as she let John take care of her, he put his t-shirt over her head, smothering her messy hair, then he handed her a clean pair of his boxers so that you could wear them as shorts.

"I was drunk, and I thought it was my room, but I guess my body just wanted to feel close to you." softly you explained. "cause I missed you, like a lot."

"I missed you too. Scoot over baby " he whispered as he lifted the blankets, softly he laid where you were and pulled you into his, automatically you bodies became a pile of limbs, as John bent down so he could hide in the crock of your neck.

"Johnny?" you whisper, he makes a sound to show he's listening. "What are we doing?" your voice cracking, the tears that were threatening to spill earlier coming back, your throat chocking up.

"Y/N." he dragged your name out, like it was a sacred prayer.

"No seriously, you come home and I'm naked in YOUR bed, and you don't even yell or anything. It's like you don't even care." Your voice raising with every word, John's head leaves the warmth of your neck to crease his eyebrows, his confusion clear on your face. "Don't play games with me. I'm tired of it. Either make a move, or let me leave."

Y/N didn't wanna stick around for John's answer, you started to untangle yourself from him, as he pulls you back by your wrist. John takes both his hands to cradle your face, “I’m tired of playing games too” he whispers, as his eyes glance at your lips and back to your eyes silently begging if he can close the gap. Softly you nod your head, and within seconds John is kissing you, at first soft but quickly desperate and needy as if all the years of pinning can be made up by the one kiss.

[drakulana]

Hi there! I have a angst/comfort writing about Law x y/n so far and I want to muster up the courage to ask you about this:

Its a bit complicated and rather long, Reader's strugling with trust issues due to her past betrayal and exploitation. Law once despite everything saved her from danger and cured her, even though she really loves him, but when she was mentally unstable, she broke down and confided that he was just taking advantage of her, taking advantage of her feelings, denying how genuine his feelings for her were.

I want to see you write his reaction and everything that happens after that! Hope you have a great day💖

Thank you so much for the request! I'm sorry it took my so long to answer, life has been so crazy! I hope you enjoy it!! @hana-san

late night envy - law x reader

ᯓ★wc: 2.1k

ᯓ★content: angst/comfort, fighting, alcohol consumption

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It was a clear night. You could see every star in the sky. Your captain had given the crew the privilege of surfacing for the night due to a breakthrough on a research project everyone had been working on together. Earlier, all of the crew had been partying and drinking amongst one another. It wasn’t every night that they got to see the night sky, and breathe in the salty air. It was a nice change of scenery apart from the steel walls that kept them so close. 

The party that ensued was one that Penguin and Shachi had referred to as a “rager” consisting of loud music and drinking games that were only ever fun if you were intoxicated. Luckily, everyone was. It had been a while since the crew had got to drink together like this. Everyone was on the top deck, all except for one person. The captain, of course. It wasn’t uncommon for the captain not to indulge in their festivities, but he always showed his face for at least the first half hour. Tonight, to the dismay of everyone on the crew, he was not. Well, everyone except for you. The party was doing its job at distracting you from the burden of the situationship you held with the absent captain, more so the fight you had with him almost half a week ago. 

The relationship between you and Law was never supposed to happen. It blossomed out of the heat of the moment. Like two magnets, you couldn’t help but to gravitate towards one another. However recent events had made you fear that your polarity towards one another had been reversed. These days, Law was scarce. He had a lot on his plate, you knew that, but sometimes you couldn’t help but to feel as if it were personal. He was planning a solo mission soon, and cut you out of the whole research aspect all together. Anytime you would come into his office, he’d dismiss you soon after. Anytime you would try to aid him with any type of research, he would tell you that he could handle it on his own, giving you another task to uphold somewhere on the other side of the ship. How could you not take something like that personal? A few nights ago, you had confronted Law ending in a screaming match between the two of you. You asked him why he was avoiding you, and he denied it. You asked if he was no longer interested in you, and he said that you were reading too much into the situation. I am a captain, and a warlord. I have things on my plate you couldn’t possibly begin to understand. You can’t come in here and disrupt my work, trying to find petty answers to your own insecurities. The words that were said that night had stung, and Law knew he had overstepped. Before an apology could even leave his mouth, you had turned on your heel walking out of the office, slamming the door behind you. Law didn’t follow you, he never did. 

It was now half past two, and your crewmates had finally decided to start turning in for the night. It wasn’t long before the stragglers had left the deck to return back to their bunks. A few crewmates asked you if you were coming inside too, and you waved them off with a dismissive I’ll be there, soon. You didn’t want to turn in just yet, you wanted to sit with the ocean and it’s stars for a little longer. If you were lucky, you’d be able to see the sunrise. It was very rare to be able to see the morning hues of soft pinks, and oranges. A cool breeze wafted over your face, and you took a deep inhale in. It was quiet out here. You couldn’t hear the incessant buzzing of the lights, or the never ending humming of the engines below you. You didn’t feel confined between cold metal walls, and you felt like you could finally breathe. You had a lot on your mind tonight, and to feel just a little less claustrophobic helped ease your tormented mind. You were hoping to find some solace in the waves sloshing against the metal of the ship, and a bottle of sake you had hidden away earlier in the night.

It had been almost four days since you had last talked to Law. Any time you would see him in the halls, or during mealtimes, you would turn the other way. You weren’t going to chase after him, either. The way he made you feel that night was something you hadn’t felt in a long time. The argument made you feel unseen, unheard. All those times that you and Law had shared behind closed doors. All the deep personal talks you had with him, all the sweetness you had saved just for him, felt meaningless. 

 A waft of cold air hit your face, bringing you back to reality. The quiet black ocean aided you in your spiral. You felt as if he didn’t want you anymore. You didn’t know what you possibly could have done to deserve this cold shoulder from him. You took another swig from the bottle of sake that had set next to you on the cold steel deck. You were about half way through the bottle now. You didn’t know what time it was, or how long you had been out here. There were no signs of morning for the next few hours. The sky and the ocean were now just one vast darkness speckled with stars. Everyone inside was probably already asleep in their bunks by now. All but one person, your captain. He never slept the way he was supposed to. You knew he wasn’t asleep, and a small part of you tugged to go see him, but you knew with Law you could never come to him first. He would have to come to you, and usually he did within a day or so, but it had been almost four days now. You took a deep breath, you could feel the alcohol setting into your system. It weighed you down to your chair, slowly creeping into your legs. 

You concentrated on the sloshing of the water against the sides of the ship, trying to pry your thoughts away from the earlier events from the week. It was to no avail, though. You couldn’t help the whirlwind of memories, and the emotions attached to them from setting fire to your brain.  Like a movie behind your intoxicated eyes, it played. All the people you had met before you had been involved with the Heart Pirates, all the places you had gone. Everyone who had ever scorned you was now at the forefront of your mind. nasty words that you had been called, the mistreatment from all of your previous peers echoed against the walls of your skull. It was the creaking of a metal door that had transported you back into the present. You didn’t look behind you to know who it was, you could pick out those footsteps from anywhere. It was Law. You didn’t move, you just stared ahead holding your now almost empty sake bottle against you. You didn’t want to have the conversation you knew was pending in this state, so you simply did not engage. 

Law’s deep voice cut through the sloshing, “It’s late,” he simply stated. You rolled your eyes at the sound of his tone. The way Law spoke always held an assured certainty that only he could make sound natural, but now his words tasted bitter in your mouth and the certainty was replaced with a cockiness that you found unbecoming of Law. You usually didn’t think like this, you were intoxicated. Another reason you wished he would just turn around and go back to his chambers, maybe even go to sleep for once. Law approached behind you, “Still ignoring me?” You scoffed at his audacity. You ignoring him? He practically begged for it the way he talked to you four nights ago. Still, you didn’t let up. You didn’t even give him a word. He walked around into your view. He was wearing a long jacket, his usual jeans, and a white tee. Your eyes studied him. He didn’t look like he had slept, but that wasn’t surprising, he never slept. His hat was unusually missing, leaving his messy black hair ruffling in the slight breeze. It was dark out here, but the moon had lit up the sky enough for you to see him. You made eye contact with him, and you could see something behind his eyes that wasn’t typically there, remorse. Usually that remorse would eat away at your soul, and make you cave, but not tonight. You tore your eyes away from the man standing in front of you, as he let out a sigh. He took a seat next to you, eyeing the bottle in your lap. “You’ve drank… a lot,” He reached over, taking the bottle from your grasp before setting it down on the other side of him. Again, the audacity. If you hadn’t been so drunk, you would’ve snatched it back, but there was no physical fight left in you at this point. 

The two of you sat in silence for a minute, before you heard Law take a huge breath, “Listen, you can’t just ignore-” he didn’t even finish the rest of his sentence before you had snapped your head towards him, cutting him off. “No, Law, you listen to me,” a surge of pain rushed to behind your eyes, only fueling your anger. A painful knot swelled up in your throat, “I understand that you are a warlord with a lot on your plate. I understand that the weight you pull is heavy, but that does not give you the right to be such a dick. If it’s space you need, then you got it, but don’t come out here badgering me about ignoring you when I can’t possibly begin to understand the things you have going on-” Law’s protest started to cut you off, but you didn’t give in, “No, don’t talk. I’m not finished. You had no place sitting there calling me insecure about your neglect whenever we hav-had some sort of relationship. I feel taken advantage of. Then you want to come out here and say that I’ve been ignoring you when I’m actually just giving you the space you so badly wanted? No,” at this point, you could feel the bile rising up in your throat, burning its way up your esophagus. It felt as if all the words that you had wanted to say were crawling up your throat pushing themselves out. You pushed yourself out of your seat, making a beeline to bend yourself over the side of the rails. Before you knew it, you were face to face with the black water emptying all of your stomach’s contents. Your legs shook underneath you, and you could feel Law behind you with his hands on your hips steadying your balance. You wanted to push him back away from you, but you hardly had the strength to hold yourself up anymore. It was frustrating feeling this weak in front of him after you had chewed him out, drunkenly. Once you were done, Law pulled you back up turning you to face him. “Let’s go inside, okay?” He asked you softly. It didn’t matter the protests you gave him, he was dragging you behind him staggering your way back into the ship. 

Once you were inside, Law led you back into his quarters. You were still mad at Law, and he knew that. He sat you down onto the bed digging out some clothes from his dresser laying them beside you, “Get changed, I’ll be right back,” He told you before shutting the door behind him. He returned when you were dressed with a bottle of water and two small white pills in his hand. “Take these, we’ll talk more in the morning,” He told you. You huffed and layed down in his bed, covering yourself with the blankets. Law looked at your figure before taking his jacket and his shoes off, “Can I lay with you?” He asked you, earning a small nod from you. Although you were mad, you couldn’t deny the comfort Law’s presence brought you. He crawled under the blankets, wrapping an arm around your drunken drowsy body, “You know I’m sorry, right?” He whispered to you, “I didn’t mean any of those things I said,” His hand trailed up and down your spine, putting pressure on certain places where he could tell knots were forming. Low hums fell from your mouth as he rubbed your back. You could feel your trepidation melting away as his fingers worked their way up to your shoulders. You finally let your eyes close, and let the heaviness of sleep take you. You would talk to Law in the morning, but for right now, the both of you were okay.

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@drakulana 2024 // i do not give permission to copy, translate, or repost, any of my content without my consent

[crimsonwolf715]

I'm Not Sick, I'm Hungover

Jason walks out of his room, his head pounding from the hangover. He walks down the stairs to find Tim sitting at the table in sweatpants and a hoodie. 

“Hey,” Jason says as he walks over to the fridge. 

“Hey,” Tim echoes, sounding congested. 

“Are you sick?” Jason asks, turning towards Tim. 

Tim turns towards him, his face flush and a little swollen. 

“Yeah, you are for sure sick,” Jason says. 

Tim rolls his eyes. Jason grabs a bottle of water, then closes the fridge. 

“Are you sick?” Tim asks. 

“No, why?” 

“Your eyes are bloodshot and you have your headache look on your face.” 

“I’m not sick, I’m hungover.” 

“Don’t tell Bruce.” 

“I had zero plans to. Where is the Dark Knight?” 

“Dealing with something downtown. He took Dick with him.” 

“Ah, that explains why I haven’t heard him yet.” 

Tim nods, then returns his attention to the book that he has on the table. Jason sits at the table and starts sipping water. Cass comes running down the stairs. 

She looks at them. “Why aren’t you guys getting ready?” “Getting ready for what?” Jason asks. 

“Bruce called all hands on deck,” Cass answers. “I’ll meet you guys there.” 

She runs towards the library and Jason sighs. Tim looks up from his book. 

“Bruce is gonna know you’re hungover if you go,” Tim says. 

“Yeah, I know. Maybe if I keep the helmet on I can fool him ‘cause he’ll be distracted. Will you be fine here with Alfred?” 

Tim nods. “Alfred already knows I’m sick. He ran to the store to get supplies for something because we’re out.” 

Jason nods, then gets up. He ruffles Tim’s hair, then heads down to the Batcave. 

When Jason gets to the scene, the loud noises start to give him a headache. 

“Ugh, this is gonna suck, isn’t it?” he mutters. 

He looks for any signs of his family amongst the dozens of people on the scene. What the scene is, Jason isn’t really sure. Some goon-looking people are being arrested, and some people are bringing out things like paintings and an ugly chair. 

“Nice of you to join us, Hood,” Nightwing’s voice says from behind him. 

He turns to see his older brother with a shit-eating grin. 

“What do you want?” Jason asks. 

“Just wondering if you actually listened to the call or you just took Orphan’s word for it.” 

“I didn’t listen to it. What am I supposed to be doing?” 

“There are still goons hiding out, so dealing with them is top priority.” 

“Then why aren’t you doing that?” “Because Batman is working on that, I’m making sure that the officers are doing their jobs. That and talking to Oracle.” 

Jason nods, then points at the building. “There?” 

Dick nods. Jason heads towards the building and is so glad that the building’s insulated because he can barely hear the hubbub outside. He starts wandering the lower levels, running into Cass and Damian on different floors. Once he finally comes across a floor with none of his siblings or Dad, he starts checking the floor for goons. 

“Die!” a goon screams, running towards Jason with a bat. 

Jason grabs a pipe off the floor and throws it at the guy. While the guy just dodges it, he stops yelling. Jason grabs the man’s wrist as he tries to hit him with the bat and snaps it. The guy cries out, so Jason punches him in the mouth. 

“I am in no mood for your loud noises,” Jason says. “So stay quiet and I won’t hurt you anymore. Is anyone else on this floor? Nod or shake your head.” 

The guy shakes his head. “Batman got the rest of them. I hid and managed to get out.” 

Jason dislocates one of the man’s fingers, so he shuts up. 

“Thank you,” Jason says. 

“There you are, Hood,” Batman’s voice says from behind him. 

He turns. “Hey, Batman. I found a straggler,” Jason replies. 

“Good work. We’ve cleared the rest of the building, so bring him up to the police.” 

“Yes, sir.” Jason gives him a little salute and Batman shakes his head before heading upstairs. 

“Alright,” Jason says, turning back towards the goon. “Who do you belong to?” 

“What?” 

“What villain were you assisting?” 

“Penguin,” he answers. 

Jason grabs him by his not broken wrist and starts dragging him up the stairs back towards the surface level. When they get up there, Jason throws the guy at the nearest officer. The officer and the guy go down and Jason starts quietly laughing. 

Dick jogs over there and helps the officer up. “Sorry about Hood, he seems to be off today.” 

The officer takes the goon towards the cars and Dick walks over to Jason. 

“Stop laughing,” he demands. 

Jason stops laughing. 

“What is wrong with you today? You look off.” 

“Nothing,” Jason answers, shrugging. 

“We need to get a move on!” Gordon shouts. 

“Yes, sir!” the officers shout back. 

Jason cringes. 

“Are you sick?” Dick asks. 

“No,” Jason answers. 

“Batman, Hood’s sick!” Dick shouts. 

Jason cringes again. “I’m not sick, I just said that.” 

“Yeah, but the rest of you disagrees with your words.” 

Bruce walks over. “What are you two bickering about?” 

“He thinks I’m sick when I’m not,” Jason answers. 

“That’s because everything about him says he’s sick.” 

Jason flips him off as Bruce folds his arms. 

“I’m not sick, I swear,” Jason says. 

“Okay, but you’re getting checked out when we get back,” Bruce replies, then heads back over towards Gordon. 

Once Batman’s done talking to Gordon, he wrangles his children and gets them back to the Batcave. 

Jason comes upstairs with Cass, since Bruce had to drop Damian off at Jon’s house. Cass gives him a look he can’t quite read, then heads upstairs. Alfred comes downstairs not long after. Jason sits down at the kitchen table and puts his head in his arms. After a minute, he feels a hand on his shoulder. He puts his hand on the hand on his shoulder. 

“What do you want, Bruce?” Jason asks. 

“You’re getting your temperature taken,” Bruce says. 

“Mmhmm.” 

Bruce gives Jason’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, so he picks his head up. Alfred takes his temperature. 

“Well he’s not running a fever, sir,” Alfred says. 

“Thank you, Alfred. I can take it from here,” Bruce replies. 

Alfred nods, then heads back upstairs to check on Tim. 

“Did you at least wait until you were off patrol to drink?” Bruce asks. 

Jason sighs. “Yeah, of course.” 

“At least you’re not too bad off,” Bruce says. 

“Yeah, I already threw everything up on the way to the crime scene so I’m good to go, Dad,” Jason replies, giving Bruce a thumbs up. 

Bruce facepalms and sighs. Jason laughs, which makes the corner of Bruce’s mouth turn up a little. 

“Go get some rest, Jason. You probably feel bad.” 

“That I do. I am gonna go check on Tim first though.” 

“M’kay. Just don’t stay in there too long chatting.” 

Jason nods, then heads upstairs. Tim’s door is open and he’s working on his laptop. He knocks on the door. Tim looks up from his computer. Jason walks in and takes Tim’s laptop. 

“Hey, that’s mine,” Tim complains, several seconds after Jason takes it. 

“You should be resting, not working,” Jason says, putting Tim’s computer on the desk by the window. 

“But I have work due.” 

“It can wait.” 

“What if it can’t?” 

“Then Bruce will deal with it.” 

“Are you feeling better?” Tim asks. 

“Mmhmm,” Jason hums. 

“Then can you stay with me until Alfred gets back? Damian’s got a playdate with Jon.” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

Jason pulls the chair away from Tim’s desk and over to the bed. The two chat for a while, Jason doing most of the talking, before Tim passes out. Jason covers Tim up, then sits back in the chair. Jason dozes off not long after Tim does. 

Bruce walks to the doorway of Tim’s room. He sees Jason and Tim, both asleep, and smiles. He hears footsteps and glances in the direction. 

“Jason alright?” Dick asks as he walks over. 

Bruce nods. “Hangover.” 

“Oops. I yelled. Never mind, he deserves that for going out.” 

“I think you should all take better care of yourselves.” 

“Coming from the king of not taking care of himself.” 

“Why would I need to do that when you all take such spectacular care of me?” Bruce asks. “And yes, this is more of a do as I say, not as I do situation.” 

Dick nods. 

“What’s wrong with Jason?” Cass asks, popping up next to Dick. 

Bruce watches Dick tense up for a moment. 

“He has a hangover,” Bruce answers. 

“Okay, good. I couldn’t really tell but I knew that something was off earlier.” 

“Very observant of you,” Bruce praises her. 

She smiles, then heads downstairs. 

“She’s paying more attention to them lately,” Bruce says. 

“Them?” Dick asks. 

“Jason and Tim.” 

“Ah. Then it’s because they’re less likely to take care of themselves and she’s become aware of that.” 

Bruce nods. “Let’s let them sleep.” 

“Yeah, we can discuss the patrol schedule.”

[doc-pickles]

hat trick | sidney crosby

summary: sidney goes three for three on and off the ice.

warnings: mentions of sex, kids, pregnancy, morning sickness, breeding kink if you squint

a/n: this is my first hockey fic! I missed writing so this was a fun little intro back into it. enjoy!

xoxo nina

one.

You sighed as you settled onto the couch, watching as the Penguins skated off the ice. They’d just been eliminated in the first round of playoffs after a tough five game series. You knew Sidney would be devastated when he came home the next day.

What you weren’t expecting was Sidney coming home before 6 AM. You were still fast asleep when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“Mmm Sid? You’re not to supposed to be back till noon,” you mumbled as Sidney’s hand trailed under your sleep shirt.

“Missed my favorite girl,” Sidney’s words were muffled as his lips pressed to your neck, eliciting a low moan from you.

You rolled onto your back and looked up at Sidney whose lips were trailing over your skin, “As much as I love you, the sun isn’t even up yet. Did you even change before you jumped in bed?”

“No, I’m on a mission,” Sidney’s lips were still pressed to your skin as he spoke, his hands trailing up your sides to brush at the curve of your breasts. “I’m gonna win the Cup next year.”

You giggled as Sidney stripped off your shirt and his before his lips met yours in a hot kiss. You pulled back, meeting his eyes, “Which is a great goal babe, but I don’t see how us having sex has anything to do with that.”

“Our baby is gonna sit in the Stanley Cup next year,” Sidney grinned down at you.

“What baby?”

“The baby I’m going to put into you,” Sidney’s voice was low and thick as his fingers reached down and slipped under the lace of your panties, coaxing a low gasp from your lips. “Gotta start now, there’s no time to waste babe.”

“Sid-“

Your words were cut off as Sidney kissed you once more, his fingers slowly sliding into you. You’d talked about kids before, but you always thought he was the more hesitant one. His eagerness to start trying right away made you smile as his teeth gently sunk into the delicate skin of your neck.

“Fuck baby,” Sidney groaned as he leaned away to look at you. “Can’t wait to fill you up, see you growing with my baby.”

You blinked up at Sidney as he waited for you to answer the question hanging between you. With a small grin you reached up and threaded your fingers through his hair, leaning your forehead against his.

“Well what are you waiting for? Put a baby in me Captain.”

-

The excitement in the arena was contagious as Sid skated across the ice, the Stanley Cup held high above his head. Your husband had never looked so happy, his grin threatening to overtake his face as he skated over to you.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” you grinned as Sidney pulled you in and gave you a passionate kiss. “So freaking proud.”

“I love you,” Sidney grinned before extending his arms towards his mom who was standing behind you. “Hand her over, I’ve been waiting far too long for this.”

Trina grinned as Sidney kissed her cheek and then took the baby in her arms. Your daughter Sophie was only three months old but she wore a bright smile as her dad brought her against his chest. Tears threatened to run down your cheeks as Sidney leaned down to place her in the top of the Stanley Cup, cameras flashing all around you.

“C’mere,” Sidney gestured to you and you quickly pressed yourself into his hold. “Wouldn’t be here without you. I love you baby.”

“I love you too Sid.”

two.

“Babe! I’m home!”

You groaned as your head rested against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl, your stomach churning as you took deep breaths. You could hear Sidney come into the house, dropping his bag and ducking into Sophie’s room before heading towards your bedroom.

“Babe?”

You went to answer but your stomach decided to roll unpleasantly and you’re bent over the toilet again as you gagged.

A warm hand rested on your back as you groaned, your body lurching forward again. Sidney pulled your hair back from your face.

“You need me to go get anything for you,” Sidney asked as you finally stopped puking, your head resting on his chest. “Meds or some soup and crackers?”

You shook your head as you groaned, “No I’m fine. I just wanna nap.”

“You sure you don’t need anything? I love you but you look awful,” Sidney pushed your hair away from your face as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“I’m fine,” you sighed as you leaned further into his hold. “Your demon spawn is just trying to take over my body.”

“What the hell does that… Wait,” Sidney leaned back and looked you over. “You’re pregnant?”

You let a small grin take over your face, “Don’t sound so shocked, you’re the one that insisted we celebrate the Cup win everyday for two weeks. Multiple times. I’m pretty sure this baby is a result of a shit ton of champagne and the time you dragged me into the broom closet during that gala.”

“Hey! This baby was not conceived in a broom closet,” Sidney grinned as he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. “I love you. And I’m excited for another little one to chase around.”

“I’m excited to, but I’d love to stop puking up my guts,” you smirked as Sid squeezed your shoulders.

three.

“Sophie! Stop running, you know I can’t keep up with you!”

You groaned as your four year old raced ahead of you through the crowds of the arena. While Sophie had grown up within the walls of the PPG Paints Arena seeing her sprint through the halls still made your heart flip. Thankfully Taylor took off after her, scooping the little girl into her arms.

“Oh sweetheart, you need a nap,” Trina Crosby settled her hand on your shoulder as she sidled up next to you. “Running after two babies is hard work enough, throw in another one on the way. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

You smiled and hoisted Violet higher on to your hip. Trina and Taylor had both offered to carry her but the little girl was glued to your side, even with your nine month baby bump in the way.

“I’m okay for now. Besides, this could be Sid’s last time winning the Cup, I’m not going to miss it for anything,” you grinned and settled a hand in your bump. Your third baby was giving you a hard time today but you tried to silently convey to them that this game was important. “Plus Taylor has Sophie covered and all Vi wants is cuddles.”

Troy chuckled as he joined your group, placing a hand on your shoulder, “And what will you do if this next one is a spitfire boy like Sid?”

“Hand him off to his dad,” you grinned as Trina and Troy both laughed. You headed into the suite behind them, settling into a chair as Violet scrambled toward Troy who gladly hoisted her up.

Game seven of the Stanley Cup finals was eventful, everyone in the suite cheering loudly as Sidney scored his first and second goal of the night. Sophie was bouncing excitedly between Taylor and Trina while Troy was trying to explain the game to Violet who simply kept yelling ‘penguin!’ any chance she got.

“C’mon boys! You got this,” you yelled as you watched the Penguins battling it out on the ice. “Let’s go Sid!”

You watched with bated breath as the tied game ticked down to its final seconds, Sidney commandeering the puck and shooting it into the goal for win and a complete hat trick.

Trina, Troy, Taylor, and you cheered loudly as Sidney and his teammates celebrated their victory. Sophie and Violet cheered as well, not quite knowing what was happening but excited none the less.

You and the Crosby’s headed down to the ice to congratulate Sidney on another win. Your hand floated down to your bump as a sharp kick from your third child hit you, “I know, you’re excited too. But can we settle down a bit please?”

“Baby giving you trouble?” You grinned widely as Sidney skated up to you, placing a hand across your bump as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Congrats baby,” you smiled as you placed your hand on Sidney’s chest. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” Sidney mumbled into your hair as he pulled you close. “You and the girls and this little one mean more to me than the Cup.”

“But the Cup is sure nice,” you giggled as Sid looked over your shoulder at the Stanley Cup.

“Sure is,” Sidney laughed just as the baby produced a harsh kick against his hand. “Hey there buddy, you excited about the win too? Once you get here I’ll sit you in the Cup, promise.”

Sophie ran up behind you, looping herself around Sidney’s legs. “Daddy! You won again!”

Sidney hoisted Sophie up, Violet reaching for you from Troy’s arms. With both girls between you and your husband, you smiled as the Penguins media team snapped photos of your family. You were notoriously private about your kids but today was a celebration for Sidney so you didn’t mind sharing your family moment with the world.

“You’re missing this Cap,” Kris skated over with the Stanley Cup, settling it in front of you and Sidney. “Honorary family member.”

“I think it’s Vi’s turn to sit in the cup,” Sidney grinned as Violet smiled up at him. “C’mere pretty girl. Crosby tradition, littlest one sits on top.”

Sophie wiggled out of Sidney’s arms as he took Violet from you, the 18 month old smiling widely as her father placed her in the top of the silver cup. You smiled for a few more photos before the celebration continued. You stayed glued to Sidney’s side as he accepted congratulations from everyone, his hand rested against your bump as he held you close.

“Mommy! You peed your pants,” Sophie gasped as she pointed at your leggings that were now sporting a dark stain. You could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric just as a sharp pain radiated through your stomach.

“Sid we might need to take this celebration elsewhere,” you looked up and met your husbands wide eyes. “Looks like the baby really was excited to celebrate.”

Excitement buzzed around you as everyone scrambled to get you and Sidney out of the arena as quickly as possible. You let Trina fawn over you, checking to be sure you had everything and assuring you they’d take care of the girls.

Once you and Sidney were settled in your car with an escort out of the crowded parking lot you turned to him with a grin, “Going for the double hat trick?”

Sid’s brows furrowed as he glanced over at you, “Double?”

“Yeah baby number three means you’ve officially achieved the dad hat trick,” you grinned and Sidney chuckled as his hand gripped yours. “I’m so proud of you Sid. You were amazing tonight.”

“Thanks baby,” Sidney smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

[flyingwargle]

lyney considers himself a decent older brother. he ensures that both his sister and younger brother are cared for, neither of their needs are prioritized over another (with exceptions, of course), and he pays attention to both of them. the last one is relatively easy since they’re both introverts with their own hobbies. all they do is share the same space and atmosphere.

that’s usually the case, but freminet has been spending a suspicious amount of time in his room lately.

ever since they started living altogether, they’ve made one boundary clear: to never enter one another’s private spaces. there are exceptions, as well, such as lyney’s walk-in closet because he loves sharing his hats with his siblings (although none of them have taken up on his offer of having their own custom top hat), and the magic workshop in the basement. their personal bedrooms, however, remain off-limits, until now.

lyney stands in front of the closed door. it’s locked, but it’s child’s play for a magician – three, two, one, and poof! he materializes the master keyring, searching for the correct one to insert into the keyhole.

“i wouldn’t do that, if i were you.”

he doesn’t startle. “curiosity is my greatest sin, my dear sister. unless you can shed some light on what’s being kept on the other side?”

“something that doesn’t concern us.”

“since when did we become a family with secrets?”

silence. he’s either sarcastic or genuine. it depends on the time and place. “he doesn’t work on his toys in the living room anymore,” lynette says slowly.

“indeed. the reason must be related to them, but how? why?” lyney supposes all the marvels that freminet has tinkered with before are kept in his room. he had offered him the spare room in the basement before, but their youngest brother refused, still clinging onto a childhood fear of dark staircases and hallways.

his sister shrugs. “he has his interests.” just like she has a tea collection, and lyney with his hat collection – ever growing, never ending. “it isn’t right for us to interfere.”

“i just want to make sure he’s okay. if he’s up to something harmless, i’ll back down. if it’s something more…” he trails off. his own words hit too close for comfort. “a quick peek wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

he receives neither an answer nor resistance. lynette is still as he inserts the key, hears the lock retract, and turns the knob. the door creaks open when pushed.

it’s dark. the light is blocked behind the drawn curtains. the bed, pushed against the wall, is made with sheets pulled tightly, pillows straight as soldiers at ease. only one half of the room is clean, as if the clutter is reserved for the workbench and closet on the other half.

there is diving gear scattered on the floor, spilling out from the closet drawers. lyney tiptoes around them, summoning a small flame in his palm for illumination. the workbench is similar to his own in the magic workshop, except covered with screwdrivers, nuts and bolts, wrenches, chalk, rulers. a mat rests in the center, where three identical trinkets rest. they’re penguins, the same as pers.

upon closer inspection, he notices each of them are colored to match their corresponding motifs.

“wow.” he’s awed. “so that’s…”

“lyney? lynette?”

he jumps. freminet is at the doorway, eyes on them. lynette recedes into the shadows, guilty by association. lyney extinguishes his flame, along with a nonchalant wave. “ah, freminet! i thought- i thought you were still at the court…”

“i left early.” his brother’s voice is soft, not at all scandalized. he steps closer. “so…you noticed that i was hiding something?”

“ah…well, you know i have to make sure you’re okay. i am your big brother, after all. it looks like all is well, so we’ll get out of your hair!” lyney grabs his sister on his way out, steering her by the shoulders toward the doorway. freminet stops them.

“i’m not upset. you just ruined your own surprise.”

“huh?” lyney grinds to a halt.

“you said that you wanted new props for your magic show. i’m still in the process of designing them, but…” freminet steps toward the workbench, gesturing at the penguins. “they won’t be ready for this week’s show, but maybe…maybe the next one after.”

lyney is silent. he releases lynette, moves back to the workbench. with a glance at freminet for permission, he picks up the crimson penguin. it fits in his hand, which makes it easy to palm. it’s light, durable, with bright eyes and moving flaps. it’s hollow on the inside, so he could hide something in there. it’s obvious that it was designed for a magician, full of possibility and marvel.

“can i help you finish them?”

freminet pauses, hesitant. when he nods, the corners of his lips curve into a smile. “of course.”

“me, too.” lynette joins them in the light, peering over their older brother’s shoulder.

“yes. i’ll tell you what else we need to do.”

one by one, they pick up a penguin, a tool, and get to work, guided by freminet, to improve the outer design and functionality. lyney pushes the curtains aside, breathes in the afternoon air. he glances over his shoulder. “why don’t we take this to the living room? there’s more space there, and it’s brighter.”

it’s back to routine, accompanied by cups of tea and laughter. lyney smiles as they work, chirping back replies and diligently following instructions. his smile never fades.

and he hopes to keep his siblings close for as long as he can.

[severalforraelee]

The Girls Part 11: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Photo credit to si.com

Word count: 3,091

Written by raelee / Posted July 22

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“Good job, Ada,” I compliment as she kicks the ball across the room, we watch as it bounces against the kitchen cabinet. “Nice job, Lucy.”

The blonde girl is the one to kick the ball this time, but it only rolls a few feet away. She huffs, tiny arms crossed over her chest as tears begin to fill her eyes.

“Okay, come here. Can you feel? What emotions can you feel?” I open my arms and she collapses into them, tiny sobs shaking her body as I rub her back comfortingly. “I thought I had at least two months until the terrible twos hit.”

A knock sounds at the door and I rise to my feet, Lucy still clutched in my arms.

“No,” Ada shouts, arms winding around my leg as she drops to her bottom.

“Really? How am I supposed to get to the door, you guys?” I whine. Ada giggles and Lucy sniffles.

I make it to the door in twice the amount of time that it would normally take, swinging it open to reveal Charles on the other side.

“Dada,” Ada hollers, hopping up to reach her hands up towards him.

He grins at her, pulling her up and into his arms as Lucy raises her head at her sister’s words, face lighting up at the sight of the familiar man. She reaches out for him as well and he pulls her into the crook of his other arm, stepping over the threshold into the apartment as I close the door behind him.

“You should really just give me a key to your apartment at this point,” Charles tells me, lightly throwing the two girls on the couch and sending them into a fit of giggles.

“What, you want a drawer, too?” I motion towards his backpack.

“Well, if you’re offering.”

I roll my eyes, throwing a few stray toys into the toy box.

“Why the red eyes, Lucy?” He traces the toddler’s puffy eyes with a frown.

“A little sisterly jealousy,” I explain. After glancing at the clock I add, “And tiredness.”

“Did you stay up after your bedtime just to see me?” Charles questions enthusiastically, tickling the two girls' bellies. They’re full of laughter tonight, because they think that was the funniest thing. “I think it’s time for bed now, then.”

“No,” Ada whines.

“You’re already up past your bedtime-”Lucy erupts into another set of tears, interrupting her dad.

He pauses, glancing at me to see my reaction. I raise my eyebrows at him. He knows what the action says.

If you’re the one responsible for having them stay up even later than they already are, you’re dealing with the bedtime routine and cranky tantrums tomorrow.

But, as always, he cracks.

“Okay, fine, one episode of Bluey wouldn’t hurt.”

~

“One episode of Bluey won’t hurt,” I mock Charles’ words.

He doesn’t respond, reaching forward to place the giraffe pacifier back inside Lucy’s mouth and the penguin pacifier back inside Ada’s mouth to soothe their cries. I can still see him roll his eyes out of the corner of my eye.

I even warned him this morning that we should have a lowkey day because of how late he let them stay up, but once I returned home from class he announced that he placed a reservation at a nearby ball pit so the girls could have a fun activity to do.

Charles checks us in for our reservation once we arrive, and as soon as we place Ada and Lucy in the ball pit, it’s like the tantrums that occurred not even an hour ago never occurred at all.

“Are you going to answer that?” Charles questions after my smart watch buzzes for the third time in a row, altering me to a text.

I already know that it’s Lando. We had that conversation last week in hopes of repairing our relationship, but it’s still a bit tense. I guess it hurts more than I care to admit that my family just cast me aside once I got pregnant, and that Lando remained oblivious to it all this entire time.

Sure, I didn’t tell him at the time, but I think it was noticeable by me missing from photos that they sent of weekly family dinners or texts in the group chat. It’s just difficult to move past the resurgence of bad memories.

“No,” I shake my head, watching as Lucy throws a red ball a foot away from her with a wide grin.

Now it’s Charles' watch that buzzes.

“Are you going to answer that?” I repeat his question.

“No,” he answers. “I want to enjoy this time with my three girls.”

I roll my eyes at his response, but look down to hide my blush.

Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly because of how late they stayed up, the girls are tired out and fall asleep as soon as we put them in their stroller to head back to my apartment.

“Charles,” I pause on the sidewalk, watching as he pushes the stroller towards a looming apartment building. “What are you doing?”

“I have a friend that lives here,” he answers.

“But the girls are sleeping, we need to get them home before they wake up,” I remind him. They’re not the best sleepers in their stroller.

“It won’t take long, I promise,” he responds. I reluctantly follow him. It’s not like I have much choice, he does have our kids with him.

He smiles at the doorhop as we pass him, then the receptionist behind the front desk as we make our way towards the elevator. Of course he has a friend that lives in this building- it has amenities like a doorhop, receptionist, gym, spa, and pool by the signs plastered in the elevator, along with elegant chandeliers and marble floors.

To put it bluntly, it’s in the rich part of town, the area that Charles is familiar and comfortable with.

I, on the other hand, am completely uncomfortable by this. Although I was raised in a wealthy family, we were never taught to flaunt our wealth in such a public manner, like in the things that we own. We lived in a nice house in rural England and the thing that probably showed our money the most was the fact that Lando was karting.

Besides, family money is something that I haven’t experienced for years. Even before becoming pregnant with the girls and distancing myself from my family, I rarely let my family pay for my things. Of course, I let Lando pay for my tickets to the grand prixs, but that was mainly because I was working for him. And being away from Formula 1 for so many years, I sometimes forget how these guys are so used to a luxurious lifestyle.

The elevator doors open on one of the top floors and he pushes the stroller out and down the hall with confidence. I follow after him closely, not wanting to get caught in the hallway by anyone who might see us.

“Your friend gave you his key?” I question, confused as he presses the fob to the lock.

“Yeah,” he grins back at me, pushing the door open.

He steps inside the apartment and I follow close behind. We enter a small entryway, intricate detailing on the doorway welcoming us into a larger space. There’s an area straight ahead with big glass windows and doors that lead to a balcony, clearly meant for a living area. Between that area and the entryway is an empty space, for what I assume is a dining table. Off to the left is a decent sized kitchen with white cabinets and white marble countertops, a small island in front of stainless steel appliances.

“Did your friend just move in?” I ask, taking note of the obvious lack of furniture.

“Yeah. Why don’t you take a look around?”

“Take a look around your friend’s new apartment?” I raise my eyebrows at him skeptically.

“Yeah,” he shrugs.

I give him another look, trying to understand where this is coming from. Why would I want to look around his friend’s apartment? Of course I want to- it’s always fascinating to see how the other half lives, but why would Charles encourage me to?

I don’t argue with him on it, though, not wanting to start another fight.

I start on the right side of the apartment, finding a nice sized bedroom, full bathroom, and laundry room. Then I head to the left side of the apartment, finding two more nice sized bedrooms and another bathroom.

“It’s nice,” I comment once I rejoin Charles and the girls, looking around the main space of the apartment once again.

“Yeah, you think so?”

“Could do with more color,” I suggest.

“Well, you can add the color.”

I turn back to him in confusion, resting one hand on the handle of the stroller casually. “What do you mean?”

“You’re my friend!”

I pause, staring at him. “What?”

He stutters. “I mean, I bought this flat for you.”

My mouth gapes open a bit in surprise as I gaze at him. “Why did you do that?”

“Your apartment now is so small, and it’s not on the safe side of town,” he explains.

“I like it being so small,” I defend, “It makes it easier to hear and see Ada and Lucy, and I can get to them quickly. And, I don’t know why you and Lando keep saying that, I feel safe where I live.”

“There was just a murder in your neighborhood last week!”

“On the other side of the neighborhood!”

“You’re going to put your ego over the safety of you and our daughters?”

I stare at him in shock. “I’m putting our daughters’ well-being in front of my ego, if anything. Don’t you think I would love to stay in this apartment and show it off?”

Charles can’t help but crack a grin, knowing that’s incredibly unlike me.

“The girls love saying hello to our neighbors every day, they love walking down the street to the park, hell, they love sharing a room, Charles,” I motion to the three bedroom doors.

“And they can share a room here,” he responds.

“Then what is the third- oh.” I stare at him in confusion until my face blanks.

“Why ‘oh?’” He questions.

“Charles, we just talked about this,” I sigh, crossing my arms over my chest before looking off to the side.

“Talked about what?”

“We’re not having another baby.”

It’s quiet- which is understandable, I’m sure it’s hard for him to really get it through his head that I don’t want another baby right now- and it’s not just with him, it’s with anyone. Currently, the girls are more than enough for me to handle.

Although, I do think it’s weird that he is still pushing for another baby since that pregnancy scare caused an argument and more tension between us.

It remains quiet. Too quiet.

I look back over at him, expecting a shattered expression, just to see a smug smirk on his face. My annoyed expression deflates at the look on his face but I quickly put it back on, not wanting him to think he has the upperhand in this scenario.

I feel like I’m missing something.

“What?” I ask him.

“The third bedroom isn’t so that the girls can have separate rooms, or so that we can have another baby. The third bedroom is so that we can all live together. That way we can have separate rooms, so I can be with the girls all of the time while in London and have somewhere to keep my stuff,” he explains.

I feel all the blood in my face drain at his explanation, and embarrassment creeps throughout my body.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows at me suggestively.

I stare out the wall of windows at the bustling London street below, avoiding eye contact with Charles while feeling his gaze on the side of my face. I don’t respond, just wanting to get out of this humiliating situation.

“You want another baby?”

“No,” I whip my head towards him, narrowing my eyes. “You want another baby.”

“You’re the one who just brought it up,” he responds defensively.

“Yeah, because you just bought an apartment with three bedrooms after we had a pregnancy scare,” I roll my eyes.

“You know I’d have another baby whenever you’re ready,” he offers.

I don’t respond, instead rolling the stroller to the front door of the apartment.

“So I contacted a moving company and they can move you in as early as next week, they told me since you have such a small amount of stuff we can be moved in within a day and we can shop for the rest of the furniture together,” he says, following after me.

My feet stop in the hallway, causing Charles to almost run into my back. I turn around slowly to face him.

“What?”

“What about that did you not understand?” He wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion.

“What about what I said did you not understand?”

“Oh, I understood you alright,” he smirks at me.

I take a deep breath, fighting back the eyeroll. “I’m not moving into this apartment, Charles.”

“Why not?”

“Do we need to go through this again?” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Clearly we do.”

“The girls are happy where they are now,” I assert.

“The girls are not even two years old, they don’t even know where they are half of the time.

“Charles,” I stare at him in disbelief.

“What?”

“You’re not even with them half of the time, how would you know that?”

I know that it’s a low blow, but my blood is boiling. I understand that he’s not here because of his job, one that he’s really passionate about, but it feels like when Charles wants something, he does whatever he wants to make it possible.

It used to be a character trait that I really admired about him. I loved watching him overtake on the track and advocate for certain strategies with his team, admiring all of the passion that he puts into everything he does.

But when you have kids, that personality trait has to be thrown out the window.

It’s no longer about what you want and what you think is best- it’s what’s best for the kids. And I know my kids, and although someday I’d like to move into a bigger place, while I’m in school and working and the girls are still young, it’s best to stay where we are.

“I could be with them more if we moved into this apartment,” he waves his arm, as if to make his point.

I can’t hide my eyeroll this time, turning around to push the stroller back to the elevator.

“No response?” Smugness sneaks into his tone.

“It’s not even worth a response,” I tell him, pressing the button to go down. “Tell your realtor that you changed your mind.”

“After hiding the existence of my daughters for almost two years, you can’t do this one thing for me?”

My feet whip me around to face him before I can control my movements, and I begin to speak before I can stop myself. “Are you serious?”

His jaw drops open, as if he can’t believe he said those words himself.

“We had this whole conversation before, Charles, and I thought we figured out how to get over it. And, you’re not going to try to guilt me into doing something that I don’t think is the best option for our daughters, that’s not how cooperating between us is going to work,” I protest. “I will put our daughters' well-being in front of your emotions, and my own, time and time again because that’s what you do as a parent. And I’ll do everything that I can to get along with you because of them as well, as difficult as that may be.”

I step inside the elevator, pulling the stroller with me. Charles just stands in the hallway, staring back at me with a blank expression.

“Are you coming? I need to press the button.”

~

Ada and Lucy begin to squeal at the familiar sight of Ms. Berry, the elderly neighbor who always gives them lollipops whenever she sees them.

“Oh, you sweet darlings, it’s been too long since I last saw you,” the woman coos, pulling a strawberry flavored lollipop and cotton candy flavored lollipop out of her purse. Like clockwork, Ada reaches for the strawberry one and Lucy reaches for the cotton candy one.

“And who is this young man?” Ms. Berry smiles at Charles who stands holding Lucy’s hand.

“This is Charles, the girls’ dad,” I inform her.

“I hope that means that I’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”

“Say thank you to Ms. Berry,” I instruct the girls, who say the words around a mouthful of sucker.

“Anytime, girls. You’re the highlight of my week.” “Who was that woman that we ran into in the hallway earlier?” Charles asks later at dinner.

“Oh, Ms. Berry?” I reach over to wipe the ketchup off of Ada’s face. “She lives a couple doors down. She loves to see Ada and Lucy.”

“I’ve just never seen her before.”

“It’s because you’re usually gone on the weekend when she returns from her daughter’s house in the country. She stays there during the week to take care of her grandchildren, that’s why she loves the girls so much.”

Charles is quiet after that.

I know that he’s thinking about the apartment that he bought for us to share without my permission. It’s been a couple of days since we visited and fought about it. From the way his gaze lingers on me and flits around the apartment, I can tell that he wants to apologize for making such a rash decision without me and expecting me to go along with it, then guilting me when I refused.

But for some reason, he refuses to apologize.

Whether it’s pride, still partially believing that he’s correct, or something else, I don’t know.

All I know is that I’m sick of fighting with him.

Despite the fact that we fight about literally everything, I’m ready to move on and get along with him for the sake of our daughters. But it seems like everytime we take a step forward, we take two steps back.

And I’m just wondering how much of this back and forth we can both take.

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[puckpocketed]

as promised here is my follow up ask on PLD and the caps!! (this time...as a doctor 😎)

first of all thank you so much for the detailed response you gave my first ask. it confirmed a lot of suspicions i had about his supposed character issues and his usage in LA. obviously he's not a perfect player (few are) (except nicklas backstrom, my beloved), but seems like there's a disconnect between the way the media/fan narrative paints him and what's actually happening on the ice and in the locker room.

second of all!! just some kinda ramble-y thoughts based on some of the things you said in the first ask. this is not organized well and i'm sorry (but hopefully it's helpful info to you as you come over to caps land for a bit this season)

(1) Takings Shifts Off. totally agree with you that pld is and always will be viewed through the lens of The Shift. there are definitely players that regularly take shifts off and don't get dogpiled for it, esp. during the regular season (...see Ovechkin, Alex...especially in his old man era! gotta conserve energy). i am very curious to see if pld is like ovi in that he takes shifts off sometimes during the regular season but never the playoffs. from the little we've seen of pld in the playoffs my impression (esp when he played for CBJ) is that he elevates his game. i'm curious to see if he's really got that second gear...but caps gotta make the playoffs first.

(2) A Driver of One's Own. very interesting that in the answer to the last ask you said pld is not exactly the kind of player who drives his own line. this caught my eye bc it's a bit part of the problem w/ finding a center for ovi with backy gone...nowadays, O can't fully drive his own line anymore. he's just not fast enough, regularly (though he can turn it on in key moments). the legs just aren't there as much anymore, he can't really carry the puck in the way he used to, etc. BUT!!! he still has the best shot in the game (sorry auston), so absolutely ELITE triggerman. i'm wondering if pld could like...meet him halfway, i guess. like if TOGETHER they could drive the line. Hmmmm...

(3) Power Play!! everything you said about pld on the PP is promising. if he thrives most net front, then i genuinely think that position is there for the taking. i'm sure they'll try him in the old backstrom/kuznetsov QB spot on the right halfwall but there is a 0% chance our coach doesn't try a few things with the PP, including putting pld in different spots. i wouldn't be surprised if we started off having a weak PP that found its groove as the season went on.

(4) HCSC. our head coach is going to do literally everything in his power to make pld succeed. very communicative coach. last season he started out with an up-tempo system, and then switched to slower defense-first once he realized his personnel was just too slow/old to really pull all that off. with 1/3 of our roster now turned over and filled with players in their 20s, we're gonna see a VERY different capitals team from last year. i'm sure there will be growing pains but...they mystery is exciting, instead of terrifying, for once!!!

third of all!! just wanted to say thanks again for the detailed response to the third ask, and welcome to caps-land. it's a fun time over here. hope you're really looking forward to seeing what the hell our chaotic gremlins are going to do (as long as it makes penguins fans rage and cry, i am happy!!)!!! :)

okay this reply is getting crowded so ill just stick it all under the cut. here is a fun preview:

the media+fan narrative disconnect is SO real!!! i knowww with the amount of players the league has to cover, the sheer length of a regular season and all that happens during, plus the whole....society-wide erosion of journalism as a field... it can be hard for media to keep up, but it's been pretty startling to see their fallibility so... plainly? don't think i have the One Final Truth about Dubois but i think we're likely closer to it than anything the mainstream narratives are saying. i do get that their profits and clicks per/ are greatly increased via if they have a bent toward sensationalism... podcasters, youtube creators, people tweeting... they kinda have to operate like this because thats what the (gags) market and algorithm and audiences crave. does NOT mean i like it. ugh.

bleak reflections on journalism aside, im sitting here and gorging myself on this ask ouhhh thank uuu (for those playing along at home here are manifesto 1 and manifesto 2) and nodding along SO vigorously to all of these... we're having GALAXY brained discussions on here the likes of which spittin chiclets could never even dream of....................

(1) agreed agreed. he MUST be horse-bonded to his team i truly believe this with my whole heart (as in, he's gotta know his role + be comfy). otherwise, no other comment. I DID make that meme though because i was having a laff about Ovechkin conserving energy lkajsdkljajkl

(2) SUPER inchresting that you mention Ovi's lack of footspeed... i know a failhorse who can provide this 👀 we may be cooking something here... more than the sum of their parts kind of vibe?? Dubois has the youth and speed and muscle... he's just been hamstrung by quality of wingers.... and if as you say Ovi needs a hand carrying the puck; well.... 👀👀👀 don't want to put all my eggs in that basket though, I think it would be unfair of us to demand that of him... BUT if it works... oughhhhh i AM hopeful. SO hopeful.

(3) obsessed with this faith in your power play coaches (<- voice of a guy who watched ducks hockey) and their willingness to change things up is soooo nice to hear. NOT a fan of teams bashing their heads against a wall when their special teams clearly aren't working.

(4) and finally, I'm loving everything I hear about Spencer Carbery. i think Dubois has the allure of an wounded animal in the wild (a horse, even) or perhaps a moody teen girl with a hidden darkness in her heart <3 what im saying is, if he doesn't work it out now he's probably always gonna be one of those players every coach looks at and thinks "I could fix him". Carbs on record saying he could tame this wild creature??

link, archive link

hooting, hollering, etc.

Thank you for such a wonderful, warm welcome!! Everyone in caps land has been so lovely... the vibes.. the VIBES!!! peace and love for pens followers but i did in fact choose a side in your Foreverwar ... (my hockey girlbestie actually likes both teams which i find SO fun. the pens are my babygirl-in-laws!) anyway my heart does not divide.... it only swells.... much like the beaugtiful and noble salary of any 30 y/o RHD going into free agency <3 i have enjoyed chatting to caps fans like yourself immensely, and i look forward to hitting the trenches with everyone during regular season !!!

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Haunted Cave Showdown!!!

The day was supposed to be simple, actually it was an annual event for the Heart Pirates. They had spent days researching and mapping out the best route for the best-haunted spots. Preparing themselves for the horrible frights that would await them and seeing who was braver. Who could make it through the haunted house without screaming, without getting caught. It was a fun little game they played every year; their captain was the usual winner while second place usually changed between the crew.

So how the hell did this happen? Law thought to himself as could feel a vein twitch glaring at Luffy and Kidd sitting across him. The two captains ignored his irritated glare, as they argued over the last piece of meat, Shachi and the Straw Hats cook prepared. He could feel a headache starting to form, reaching for the last piece of meat for himself and bit into it.

“HEY!!” Luffy growled pushing Kid’s head to the side, “I WANTED THAT PIECE,”

“You were slow,” Law answered, taking another bite into the tender flesh of the meat, ignoring his throbbing headache.

“THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE,” Kid growled glaring at Law.

Law only continued eating the meat, it could be out of hunger, or it could be out of pettiness that his peaceful time was ruined by the two most annoying captains in the Grandline.

“Sanji,” Luffy called out, “I am hungry, make me more food,” he grinned and laughed like a fool pissing off Law even more. As he tried to focus on the last few bites of the tender meat. He remembered during his travels with the Strawhats the cook went out of his way to bring a nutritious meal to everyone in the crew and somehow managed to keep up with Strawhats endless appetite.

“I heard there is treasure in this cave,” Nami said, he also remembered her greed. She took a seat next to him, she could hardly contain the greedy look in her eyes, or how her voice went a pitch hire at the mention of treasure.

Law grunted as a response; he had heard rumors of a treasure hidden deep in the cave too. But that wasn’t what led him to this island, this small little cave. It was the horror stories surrounding it.

‘A story about a greedy pirate captain who hid his gold deep in the mountain, apparently and to silence his men from sharing where the gold was hidden, he murdered them all in the same cave he buried his gold and himself. Rumor had it anybody that ventured into the cave would be trapped in the hellish abyss as his spirit kept the poor soul from ever getting to his treasure,’  Penguin’s voice recited the story for the first time to the crew. It was this story that caught their attention, and what would make this trip a challenge.

“Let’s make a deal,” Nami continued ignoring Law’s annoyance, “I heard you and your crew like to explore haunted places,”

Law grunted again, it seemed like his crew was talking to the Straw Hat crew and sharing their plans. He wishes they wouldn’t. The Straw Hats had a way of drawing people in, the more drawn to them, the faster one gets caught in their chaos.

“I am only interested in one thing, and Luffy is about the thrill of adventure bring me the treasure hidden in the cave,” Nami said surprising no one, “You, Luffy, and Kid should be enough to handle the cave and any monsters that are in it,”

Law raised an eyebrow and put his plate down, “What is in it for me?” he questioned the woman before him.  

“You get to enjoy your annual event without Luffy tagging along,” she crossed her arms over her chest, the threat was obvious. She was an excellent navigator, she was sure she would chase him around draggling

 A frown etched on his face while his golden eyes narrowed as he stared at the navigator. “Bring me the treasure and you can enjoy time with your crew peacefully,”

Law continued to glare at the woman before he found himself having to agree.

--

In yet another twist, Law stood in front of the mouth cave, he was wearing a costume but so were the other two. He tried arguing against the idea of wearing a costume, it would be pointless and get in the way of exploring the cave.

“I think we should have added more blood to Captain’s costume,” Penguin said, his arms across his chest while he was looking over their Captain’s costume. “It is fun,” he reassured his captain, “besides we are starting to make bets on make it through the gave the fastest,”

Law frowned, “Bets?” he could tell he was leading the charge.

Luffy was chuckling ready to rush into the cave, his costume looking like the late great Gol D. Roger. With a cap and hat. Even Kid seemed to be enjoying the costume aspect of this whole charade as his crew was decorating with heavy make-up and skintight leather.

“Yeah,” Penguin explained the bet and how it worked, somehow annoying Law more. When did his life become a game and why did his crew decide to join the game. He felt a vein twitch but figured it was a losing battle.

“I will come out first,” he told his crew.

“Pfftthh,” Kid started laughing, “The scrawny loser like you handling this cave, you will be hiding with your between your legs,” Kid boasted.

Law glared at the red-haired idiot even the moron Luffy stopped his chuckling to glare at Kid.

Kid’s statement lit the fire for their competitive side. They glared back at one another; this became more of a competition of courage.  Those who stayed the longest in the cave would be declared the winner.  And have gloating rights over the other captains. And Law wants to win to go back to his peaceful life without the Straw Hats & Kid Pirates.

“Ready,” Nami shouted, “Set, Go,” a cloud of dust trailed behind them as the three men ran into the haunted cave with no hesitation.

“Do you really think there is a ghost?” Usopp questioned.

“Who knows?” Robin said, “but chances of them running into a corpse is high,” she kept her pleasant smile on her face, “It would be a great discovery wouldn’t it,” she turned her smile to Usopp. Who stared at her in horror, “I heard there is many lost souls in there,”

“D-d-don’t say that!!” He shouted.

--

Inside the cave it was dark and damp, with little light to guide them. Luffy tripped over what looked like a rock as he stumbled around the cave but quickly regained balance. There was a loud ‘thunk’ followed by loud cursing from Kid hitting a low part of the cave.

“I can’t see,” Kid grumbled.

“That is what makes it a challenge,” Law said, pulling out a flashlight and glancing around the dark cave. It was creepy, chains hung from the ceiling for some unknown reason and swung gently thanks to the gentle breeze from the mouth of the cave.

“Why do you have a flashlight!!” Luffy almost shouted, he stretched his long arms towards Law almost slamming into him.  He grinned stupidly at Law, “I will stick close to you,” he said.

“I came prepared,” Law growled trying to push Luffy away from him, but the young pirate wrapped around him tightly. “And that isn’t the point of this game,”

“It seems like you two losers will be sticking together,” Kidd bragged pushing past them deeper into the cave, “and I will be the winner of this little game,”

Law and Luffy glared at Kid once again as he awakened their competitive side, “Not in the direction you are heading,” Law growled, finally pushing Luffy off him and walking past Kid. “AND I AM NOT A LOSER,” he flipped off Kid and Luffy before heading deeper into the cave.

As expected, this cave was creepier the deeper than explored, the three males stuck together arguing when they could but only stopping when they heard a strange sound or the lights would play tricks on their eyes. Before they would act like it was nothing, Law would try to rationalize the noise or the shadows he saw moving, while Kid would boast loudly, he wasn’t scared and Luffy would just laugh.

“Did you see that?” Kid said as a shadow bounced around the flashlight, a chain began swinging around more.

“That isn’t funny,” Law glared at Kid, the only person who could control metal in the cave.

“I am not doing it,” Kid growled back as he eyes the swinging chain, “It is moving on its own,”

Luffy was laughing before another laughter began to echo him causing him to pause and look confused. He glanced where the laughter could be coming from while the other man froze and glanced around too.

“What sort of tricks are you pulling, Trafalgar?” Kid grabbed Law by the scruff of his shirt, “You are so desperate to win you are using cheap tricks,” the laughter echoed around them before it slowly quieted down.

“If you are scared, Eustass-ya you can be the first to leave,” Law pushed his hand off of him and adjusted his hat. In truth he was starting to get a little freaked out too, all these sounds weren’t normal, and neither were the shadows. He kept trying to rationalize everything, but nothing made sense.

The strange shadows that danced around him, that increased in size or disappeared, was Luffy playing shadow puppets but every time he glanced at Luffy, the boy was distracted entertaining himself with his own shadow. Or it was the wind that created the strange noises they were hearing but they were too far away from the opening of the cave for the wind to even reach them. Or Kid messing with the chains, but Kid seemed just as bothered by the weird chain swing.

“Look what I found,” Luffy said holding a large skull, he grinned before he laughed again, a silver crown on his head. “It was next to this weird button I pressed,”

Law raised an eyebrow, “You pressed what?”

“A button,” Luffy snickered.

The cave started shaking violently and the sound of water echoing through the cave. The three devil fruit users paused, trying to figure where the sound was coming from before they saw rushing water barreling towards them.

Law could feel a vein twitch and he glared at the grinning idiot, before the three men started running. Luffy continued chuckling, he would stretch his hand and touch every strange rock or button he found, causing the cave to shake and traps to open up.

“Stop pressing stuff,” Law growled, feeling a headache building. Luffy pressed another strange rock and falling boulders began to fall from the ceiling.

Luffy seemed unbothered by everything and was getting a thrill by it. Kid was cursing at Luffy but also was getting a strange thrill as well as he punched the boulders flying at him.

“Can’t stand the thrill?” Kid bragged.

The three men were still battling one another on who could come out on top. Neither one wanted to lose the other as they were fighting with one another but also racing the water that would drown them if they didn’t move fast enough. They could soon see the exit and slowed down their steps, glaring at one another.

First to exit would lose.

---

“I WIN,” Nami shouted.

The three captains were lying on the ground in a shallow pool of water. They had been pushed out at the same time almost drowning, along with the three captains, treasure seemed to have followed.

Nami grinned, picking up a few gold pieces before glancing at the rest of the crew, “Pay up,” She told them.

[fxnfiction]

Buddie Fic Recs! (pt 2)

Shes back with Buddie fic recs part two! (Find part one here)

I love you fanfiction authors! Please send over your fav fics and remember to leave kudos & comments when you can!

ripples all the way down by iriswests | 57k | M

With some coercion, Buck allows Maddie to set him up on a date. Surprisingly, the date goes well — and it keeps his mind off the unnamable feelings he’s been studiously ignoring for his best friend.

Until Christopher’s science report on gentoo penguins — no, seriously — sets off a series of events that has him somehow spending more time at the Diazes’ side, and he feels like he’s going just a little bit insane trying to juggle a burgeoning relationship, his jealousy over Eddie’s own new relationship with Ana, and his inability to move on from the place that’s been his for three years in the Diazes’ lives.

Oh, and Eddie keeps looking at him like he has something to say — except he never says it.

This is the tumultuous road to finding out what Buck truly wants, paved by pebbles.

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or; christopher partakes in some parent trapping

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Let My Ink Stain Your Pages by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels | 107k | E

Having just killed off his popular character, bestselling author Evan Buckley needs some new inspiration and fast. Luckily for him, Det. Eddie Diaz is about to stroll into his life.

The last thing Eddie needs is a reckless mystery writer partnering with him and causing trouble. Or, rather, the last thing he needs is an inappropriate crush. Too bad he doesn't have a choice, because he's about to become the main character in Buck's new book series.

…everyone, place your bets.

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i like you so much (it's kinda gross) by aficatyourfingertips, brewrosemilk | 10k | E

Buck Buckley (@firefighterbuck):@eddiediaz I’ll never be able to tug your hair now, huh?

Eddie Diaz (@eddiediaz):@firefighterbuck It’s against the rules, anyway. You don’t look like a fighter, though. What situation would we be in that would make you want to tug my hair?

(Or: Eddie is an MMA fighter and Buck thirsts on twitter.)

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The Definition of Love and All Things Ineffable by ElvenSorceress | 29k | T

Maddie asks him, like she’s been waiting to ask him, “Does Christopher call you ‘Uncle Buck’?”

It’s… it sounds so casual. Nonchalant. Maybe even reasonable? And like there’s something she’s trying to figure out, but why would Chris ever call Buck his uncle? He’s Jee-Yun’s uncle. “No,” Buck answers. “Why?”

“He called me Aunt Maddie.” She tips her head curiously, brows knit together. “You’re far closer to him than I am. I thought if I’m his aunt, you’d have to be his uncle. Why wouldn’t you be Uncle Buck?”

There are pieces of chicken mushed into Jee’s fingers and carrots sticking to the bib draped over her front and what might be peas caught in her hair.

And Buck doesn’t really have an answer.

It’s just. It’s wrong. He’s not Chris’ Uncle Buck. Maybe he should be? Maybe he’s supposed to be? Or maybe Chris doesn’t call him that directly because he’s always been BFF Buck or His Buck. He shrugs and uneasiness settles in his stomach.

What more could he ever be to Chris but an uncle?

~~~

In which Buck processes his breakup, learns his place in his family, has a huge crisis of sexuality, and finds the truth about love beating in his own heart.

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Still Waters by MilenaDaniels | 7k | E

As Eddie lays on the hot pavement bleeding out, his eyes locked on Buck’s bloody face, his hand reaching out towards him, what washes over him isn’t his hard-earned stillness nor is it shock.

It’s clarity, edging slowly into focus from off-stage.

And when he wakes up in the hospital bed and registers a soft, slim hand in his, he thinks, "no, that’s not it".

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Or, Five Ways Eddie's Body Feels Different After the Shooting

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One Week by elisela | 3k | G

Christopher's week revolves around Buck.

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wastin' my time when it was always you by heartbeatdiaz | 20k | M

"Do you think it'll be like this forever?" Eddie whispers, as low as he can, so as to not wake Maddie up.

"What do you mean?" Evan tilts his head and frowns, confused.

"You and me. Us, being best friends. You think we can have this forever?" Eddie really hopes so. He likes building blanket forts with Evan and his sister, he likes going on adventures with his best friend and pretending they're pirates together. He likes all of it and he doesn't want it to ever end.

"Yeah, Eds. Duh!"

"You promise?"

"Promise." They both hook their pinky fingers and maybe they don't know it then, but that will be one of the most important promises they make in their life. And one of the hardest to keep as well.

or;

The one where they're childhood best friends, life separates them and then, years later, they find each other again.

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and oh dear lord, think im buried in too deep by parker_kingofbees | 3k | G

“Oh, sorry,” David says quickly. Then, after a pause and a confused look sent Michael’s way, he elaborates, “Just, Michael had told me you two were dating.”

Well that’s a little weird. Buck doesn’t know Michael too well, but he’s talked to him a few times at group gatherings. Michael thought he and Eddie were a couple this whole time? He looks at the man in question quizzically.

“Well, that’s what May had told me,” Michael explains defensively. Buck and Eddie then turn their eyes to May, who looks a little like a deer in the headlights.

“Wait, but Mom said-”

Before the blame can even properly be placed on Athena, she interrupts. “Bobby told me himself that you two were dating.”

Finally, Buck and Eddie face Bobby questioningly.

“What do you mean, you aren’t dating?” Bobby asks, looking about as confused as everyone else.

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aka literally everyone thinks that buck and eddie are dating

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the darker side of lust (the other side of us) by anonymous | 11k | E (tw cnc)

Buck explains himself as best as he can, hedging a lot and making it clear that he’ll have no trouble living without this if they decide not to go ahead.

Eddie listens carefully, asking judgementless questions and considering the hypotheticals, all without betraying what he’s feeling. Then, when they’ve exhausted all of the possibilities and Buck’s already preparing himself to be disappointed, Eddie smiles and says, “Okay. Let’s do it.”

They buy what they need the next day.

Buck and Eddie try a CNC roleplay.

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Enjoy! Let me know what you think. Part three out soon! xoxo

[iamnot-crazy]

Slight of Hands

Summary: A woman snuck her way onto the polar tang by tricking Shachi and Penguin but Law is quick to realize her antics. She has now been taken captive by Law.

A/N: OK here is chapter 2. It's just as flirty and sly as the first and now I am invested in this character and will be adding another chapter soon but will probably end it after that.

Chapter 1

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Red emergency lights cast a sickly glow on the metal walls and pipes of the cramped room. When the woman finally regained consciousness, she found herself stuck fast to the metal chair, a groan escaping her lips. The sound alerted the other occupant, a tall figure who rose from the shadows with arms crossed.

"You're awake," he stated, his voice a low rumble. She looked up, the red light obscuring his features. Recognition dawned on her as she saw the silhouette of the Captain she'd taunted earlier. Instead of fear, a playful glint sparked in her eyes, and she simply rolled her eyes and relaxed back in the chair.

Law's jaw clenched at her nonchalance. "You're going to tell me everything you know," he stated firmly, towering above her. "And who you plan on relaying that information to."

The woman threw back her head and laughed. "This is cute, really." When her laughter subsided, she smirked. "Alright, alright, I'll tell you. But only for a good price."

Law remained composed as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a glistening object, causing the woman to flinch – her own heart. He dangled it in front of her, a cruel amusement playing on his lips.

"I wonder how much value your heart holds," he taunted, tossing the heart in the air and catching it repeatedly. With each throw, the woman flinched, a flicker of fear betraying her earlier bravado.

"Fine," she snarled, the defiance cracking in her voice.

Law stopped his game of catch. "Let's start off with an easy one," he said, pulling a chair over and grabbing a notebook resting on it. "What is your name?"

"Raven," she answered curtly.

"Who do you work for?"

A sly smile played on her lips. "Depends on the price. I could be working for anyone or no one at all. Most of the time it's the Marines, but sometimes other pirates."

"So you're a consultant," Law hummed, pulling a pen from his pocket and opening the notebook. "Who were you planning on selling my information to?" he continued, scribbling notes.

The woman shrugged, feigning boredom. "No one in particular yet. But you've been making quite a lot of noise. I figured someone would come around sooner or later. Might as well get ahead of the game."

"And tell me everything you learned," Law pressed.

The woman burst out laughing before a serious glint replaced the amusement in her eyes. "Everything," she declared.

Law's gaze narrowed. "What is that supposed to mean?" he questioned, suspicion lacing his voice.

She smirked, a hint of a challenge radiating from her. "Let's just assume I know every single thing about you."

Law gripped the pen in his hand, knuckles turning white. "You can't know everything," he stated, disbelief evident in his tone.

"Try me," she countered, a playful glint back in her eyes.

"Where am I from?"

"Flevance," she replied without hesitation. "But if you want a deeper answer, you also lived at Spider Miles with the Donquixote Pirates for a while, and then Swallow Island." She cocked her head, waiting for his next question.

"Okay, smartass," he growled, his voice strained. "Who did I live with at Swa—"

The woman cut him off. "Some inventor named Wolf. That one was way too easy. Let's talk about something harder to find. Corazon." The name struck Law like a physical blow. His eyes darted to her, a look of terror contorting his features.

"He was a Marine spy, right?" she taunted, leaning forward in the chair. Law stood up abruptly, his hand twitching near the hilt of his sword. "Now we're getting somewhere," the woman laughed, reveling in his distress.

Law looked like he was about to explode, his hands clenching and unclenching. With a frustrated sigh, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, the metal door slamming shut behind him with a resounding bang.

Alone in the darkness, the woman let out a triumphant smirk. She scanned the room, taking in the pipes and the stifling heat. It wasn't hard to deduce she was trapped in the sub's boiler room. Hours ticked by, and the only sound was the low hum of the machinery.

The door creaked open again, and a bright Light flooded the room, momentarily blinding Raven. Squinting, she couldn't make out the figure who entered, but they carried a delicious aroma. As the door closed, she focused on the approaching silhouette.

"I brought some food," the figure spoke kindly, revealing itself to be a large, lumbering polar bear. He held a steaming bowl of soup, the smell further amplifying Raven's grumbling stomach.

She offered a grateful smile as her stomach rumbled in protest. "Thank you," she said, attempting to reach for the bowl. Unfortunately, her arms remained tethered to the chair. With pleading eyes, she looked up at the bear. "Do you think you could take these ropes off? I promise I won't do anything."

The bear approached hesitantly. "I don't know, Captain just gave me permission to bring you the soup."

"Just one arm then, please," she whined, pouting her lips adorably. "So I can use it to eat. I'm so hungry."

The bear, easily swayed by her act, nodded and untied her right hand. She wasted no time in grabbing the bowl and slurping down the soup. "Thank you," she sighed in relief, finally feeling full. The bear watched in amusement as she devoured the entire serving in seconds.

The bear nodded and reached out to retie her arm back down but she pulled it back, "Wait please let me stretch it a bit." she begged with her puppy dog eyes.

"Uh, I don't know. Captain told me not to trust you." He stuttered unsure of what to do.

"But I didn't do anything." her lip trembles, "I promise."

Sweat started pouring from the polar bear. "I guess you have been down here for a bit. And the captain is acting a little unreasonable."

The woman smiles triumphantly, "You are so kind. What's your name?"

"Bepo."

"Bepo." she smiles having her in, "You're a mink right? What is Zou like?" she places her chin in her palm and looks at him with genuine interest.

Bepo's eyes lit up. "I left Zou when I was young," he admitted. "But it's a very peaceful town with the nicest people ever. I miss them."

"Why did you leave then?"

Bepo's smile faded as he looked down. "I'm looking for my brother," he confessed.

"Do you have any leads?"

He shook his head sadly.

Raven frowned in sympathy. "I'm sorry, Bepo. I hope you find him." She paused, a calculating glint in her eyes. "You might not find the answer you want, but I may have some intel on Big Mom and her involvement with the Nox Pirates."

Bepo perked up, his ears twitching with interest. "The Nox pirates…?"

Before Raven could elaborate, a coughing fit seized her. She doubled over, clutching her chest in pain.

"What's wrong? What's happening?" Bepo exclaimed, panic lacing his voice.

Gasping for breath, she wheezed, "I… I can't… breathe."

Concerned, Bepo quickly untied her other arm and helped her to her feet. "What do you need?"

"Air… I need air," she coughed, desperation creeping into her voice.

Without hesitation, Bepo scooped her up and raced out of the boiler room. A faint smirk played on her lips before returning to her convincing coughs. The worried bear sprinted across the sub's deck, the sea breeze finally reaching them.

Raven took a deep, lung-filling breath of the salty air, her coughing subsiding. Bepo gently lowered her to the deck, leaning against the railing.

"Thank you, Bepo," she panted, a hint of gratitude in her voice. "I guess I've been down there for too long and needed fresh air."

Bepo, relieved, nodded in understanding. "I know what that's like. The air in the sub can be so thick and hot." He rubbed her back comfortingly. "You were saying something about the Nox pirates. That was the crew my brother was a part of."

Raven's eyes widened. "He was part of that crew…" she hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. "Oh no, Bepo, I don't know if I should be the one telling you."

Bepo's eyes pleaded with her. "Please, you're the only person who has any idea what happened to my brother."

Raven frowned, wrestling with her conscience. "From what I read," she began cautiously, "the Nox Pirates were after her Poneglyphs, and Big Mom caught them. Only one of the pirates left the island. That's all I know."

Tears welled up in Bepo's eyes. "That doesn't mean he's dead! He could have gotten away. I'm sorry, if I knew your brother was a part of that crew, I wouldn't have brought it up. I was just hoping it would be a start to finding leads." She pulled Bepo into a hug, surprising the giant bear.

"Yo Bepo, what are you… Is that the prisoner!" A booming voice echoed from around the corner. Shachi, the man with the killer whale hat stormed over, shoving himself between the two defensively holding his arm in front of the Bear. "You're not supposed to be out here!" he barked, pointing a threatening finger at Raven.

"Sorry, Shachi," Bepo stammered, "I brought her out here, she needed fresh air."

Penguin waddled up, puffing out his chest. "Well, she needs to go back before the Captain sees her. We can't have her causing any more trouble."

Raven held up her hands defensively. "Don't blame him. I couldn't breathe down there, and Bepo was just trying to help. If you want me to go back down I will I'm helpless against the three of you. But out here I'm not alone and you can keep a better eye on me." She spoke in a higher, sweeter voice than she used previously.

A thought flashed in the eyes of both Shachi and Penguin, "I got a new idea!" Shachi spoke up, "We keep her on the deck where there are fewer things for her to steal and we keep an eye on her."

Penguin smiled, "Exactly! She won't be able to trick us again, and we're too strong for her anyway."

As the three pirates bickered amongst themselves, Raven couldn't help but smirk.

---

When Law comes back into the boiler room he is shocked to find an empty chair and the ropes on the floor. Realization dawned on his face, and his jaw clenched in anger.

He stormed across the deck, the crew scattering across the deck. His gaze fell upon Raven, who stood confidently in the center of the crew, captivating their attention with a story.

"And that's not even his full name!" she declared, her voice ringing out with excitement. "The government was too scared to let anyone know his real name… Gold D. Roger!"

A collective gasp rippled through the crew.

"The World Government is scared of this tribe, and for good reason," Raven continued, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "The Will of D…"

"What is going on here?!" Law roared, silencing the chatter. The crew scrambled to their feet, mumbling excuses before scurrying back inside the sub.

The only ones remaining were Shachi, Penguin, Bepo, and a smug Raven. Law ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face. "I thought you two would have learned your lesson by now," he grumbled, glaring at Shachi and Penguin. "And Bepo…" He paused, taking a deep breath. "Actually, you're fine."

Bepo offered a sheepish smile as the two swordsmen shrunk back under their Captain's scrutiny.

"We're keeping watch over her," Penguin mumbled defensively.

Law's gaze flickered back to Raven, his anger simmering beneath the surface. Something in the distance caught Raven's eye before she sauntered towards the Captain. "It's fine, Law," she purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "I didn't tell them anything you wouldn't want them to know."

She turned to the remaining crew, flashing a dazzling smile. "Thank you for your hospitality, gentlemen." She bowed slightly, her voice taking on a theatrical tone. "This was a fascinating experience. I promise this won't be the last."

With a playful wink, she darted across the deck, leaving a trail of bewildered pirates in her wake. Just as they were about to give chase, Raven reached the edge of the ship and leaped over the railing.

The three pirates rushed to the edge, peering over in time to see a small rowboat, carrying Raven and another woman. The boat quickly steered towards a larger ship in the distance, which began firing cannons at the submarine.

"Shit!" Law cursed, ducking as a cannonball whizzed overhead. He reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against a familiar, pulsing object. He pulled out Raven's heart, a cruel smile twisting his lips. He dug through his pocket pulling out the woman's heart, "Raven! I still have your heart! You're still my prisoner!" he shouted at the woman who was quickly disappearing.

"Keep it!" She shouted, "As a promise that we will meet again!"

Law squeezed the heart threatened and watched her fall to her knees confirming it was her heart. He let go freeing her, "I can kill you any time any anywhere!" he shouted.

The woman coughed up some blood but smiled, "But you won't"

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A/N: Wanna read more of my work check out my MasterList

[issdisgrace]

NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF

WARNINGS: Fluff, age regression, rudy is a cute kid

It had been a long day of meetings after meetings. With the last meeting over, I head back to the barracks, hoping Rudy was in our shared room. Walking down the long corridor, I eventually come to a stop at our door. Just before I open it, I hear giggling, well that’s stranger. Deciding to continue on, I open the door and I’m met with the sight of Rudy in his boxers and an oversized shirt sitting on the floor playing with 3 stuffed animals. I recognize the stuffed animals immediately as the ones I bought and given to him as gifts. The first one was a bear that I got him for valentines last year. The second one was a penguin I got him for our first Christmas together. Then the third one was a jaguar I bought him not even a couple of weeks ago because I saw it and the eyes reminded me of him. Now thoroughly intrigued by the sight in front of me, I make my presence known as I shut the door behind me. Before I can get a word out, Rudy jumps up from his spot on the floor and runs towards me. I’m able to brace myself before he jumps into my arms. I manage my grip on him so he doesn’t fall. He doesn’t seem to care as he smiles and says,

“Hi daddy.” His voice is so sweet and small. It warms my heart. 

“Hey bud. How are you?”

“I’m good. Just missed you lots.”

“Aww, I missed you too.”

“Really?”

“Yep, I missed you a lot.” 

“Do you want to see the picture I drew?”

“Sure bud.” I carefully set him down, to which he grabs my hand and leads me to his setup. I watch as he rummages through some papers before pulling out a drawing. He hands it to me with a smile and I can’t help but smile back as I take it. Looking over the picture, I read the messy writing that says “me and daddy” with an arrow pointing to 2 figures holding hands. 

“This is so good, baby. Did you do this all by yourself?” He nods vigorously as his smiles widens.

“You’re very talented, I must say.”

“I am?”

“Yep, you could be a professional.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I think this should be hung in museums.”

“I don’t want it in museums because then you can’t see it.”

“You’re right bud, I’ll have to put it up somewhere. I can see it every day. But I’ll do that tomorrow. I’m too tired to do it tonight.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Now what do you say I change out of these clothes and then we get some sleep?”

“Ok.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a minute.” Walking into the bathroom, I shut the lock on the door behind me. I take a moment to collect my thoughts. Ok so I have a boyfriend regressed to the age of 6 or 7 and no answers on why or when did the regression started. I, of course, knew what age regression was. I just never thought Rudy would be the type to regress, not that I’m complaining he’s a pretty cute kid. This also fills in a lot of blanks and explains some of his quirks. But I’ll have to talk to him when he’s big again. Deciding I have thought enough about how this going to change the dynamic of the relationship. I strip down to my boxers and throw the rest of my clothes in the hamper. Exiting the bathroom, I see Rudy already snuggled up in bed with a stuffed animal in his arms. Slipping in the net to him, I pull him close into my chest and give him a kiss on the forehead.

“Goodnight Rudy.”

“Goodnight daddy.”

TIMESKIP NET DAY

The blaring of the alarm quickly woke me up. Rolling over, I turn it off. Sighing, I roll back over to face Rudy, his eyes fluttering open. 

“Good morning, Y/n.”

“Good morning Rudy. Do remember what happened last night.”

“No, not really. The new recruits were giving me a hard, and I came back here and that was really all I remember.”

“So you remember nothing while you were regressing?”

“Oh god, you weren’t supposed to know.” Rud says as he hides his face in his pillow. 

“It’s ok Rudy. I have no problem with you regressing it just a little shocking, as you hadn’t mentioned anything to me. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I-I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Rudy, I’m not mad that you didn’t tell me. I get its hard to be so open and I love you too much for this to change anything about us or our relationship.”

“I love you too.”

“I love you more Rudy.”

[oswaldthatendswald]

For the fruit emoji ask game!!

🍈 and 🍇

Rad questions! I'll answer them in the order I think flows best.

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

I mean, the obvious answer is Minion Island. That kind of haunts my Cora Lives AU (Then Somebody Out There Loves You). It's kind of the perfect tragedy, in that if one thing had gone differently, Cora might have survived-- or Law might have died. Plus, sacrifice is just so tasty. Absolutely ideal writing fodder. The secret bonus answer is Marineford, because you have no idea how many Marineford AUs I've plotted out but not written.

The rest of this is going to get SO long, so I'll put it under the cut.

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

I really enjoy writing about familial relationships, whether biological or found. More specifically (and I think this is pretty clear from my works on AO3) I'm compelled by dysfunctional sibling relationships. There's a famous bit from the play Antigone (by Sophocles) that I think about a lot (I am sorry I need to be pretentious just for a second). She says that if her husband died, she could marry another, if her child dies, she could bear another, but it is her brother that has died, and she can never have another. She's saying that sibling relationships are irreplaceable (I could go into details on this quote and why it sticks with me, but that'll get so long). I'm interested in what happens when those relationships sour. What do you do when the person you've grown up with, who should have known you best, becomes a stranger-- or worse, an enemy?

I also really like writing parent and child relationships, but that's because I saw X-Men with Hugh Jackman at a very formative age and it convinced me that the accidental father figure trope was incomparably sexy.

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

I mean. It's Cora. Rocinante is my favorite character in One Piece and also maybe anything ever? He's just so goddamn interesting. I could talk about him literally for hours. At this point I have written some 100 000 words of Cora-centric fic (or published words, I should say. There's a lot more in wips and fics I decided not to post). There's a lot of random headcanons I have for him that really only make sense in the context of my AU. I suppose I shall simply reveal my thought processes behind some of what's going on there!

This is going to be so long. I'm not sorry, you asked for this.

I tend to write Cora as suffering from a lot of guilt, and fairly self-destructive as a result. My favorite example is the long-standing coffee thing in my AU: he drinks his coffee sweet when he's in a good mood and bitter when he's feeling bad. The implication is that it's a very quiet self-harm behaviour (though that's meant to be very subtle in the fics-- but note that Law will add sugar to Cora's coffee on a bad day. He knows what's up). I also really... enjoy? Is that the right word? Anyway, writing self-sacrifice as a form of self-destruction. That's, uh. Foreshadowing for some of the themes in Cry Havoc. It might also give you some context for things that have already happened in the AU though!

I also really love playing with Cora's name. Different characters call him different things, and that's meant to reveal parts of how they see him. He calls himself Rocinante, and so does Sengoku. Law is the only character to call him Cora-san, of course. Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo (as well as the rest of the Hearts) call him Cora. Doflamingo calls him Roci in his internal perspective (as do their parents), even when he calls him Corazon in dialogue. Another bit of foreshadowing: we're coming up on the perspectives of some characters that will be calling him Corazon (and perhaps other names? Who knows!) (me. I know).

The hill upon which I will die is that Cora is not just competent, but a little bit scary (or terrifying, if you're on the wrong side). He might be a silly goofy guy, but he also spent six months burning down hospitals. The bit where he steals the Ope-Ope is SO good in the anime; it really struck me how powerful his Devil Fruit could be in the right hands (his). That weaponized silence is an idea that's only hinted at in canon, but the more I thought about it, the more I was like Oh Shit That's A Nightmare Actually. Besides that, he was undercover in a pirate crew for at least three years! He knows what he's doing! He's exceptionally good at his job. I do think sometimes I overcompensate; he is supposed to be goofy as well, and I don't always remember to incorporate that part. But it's not my fault! I just think he's so goddamn cool.

Thank you very much for the questions! I had a lot of fun answering them (obviously-- I think I went a little over the top)!

[baby-xemnas]

Who IS Law's usual clientele, doctor-wise? It confuses me because he's supposedly the "neutral" to Luffy's "good" and Kid's "bad" but like, is he going from island to island treating people? For free?? But he's a pirate? Am I supposed to believe Penguin and Shachi get into enough "sex sent me to the ER" type shit that he's got all that medical equipment for HIS guys? Who is he practicing on!!! How is he meant to be the "neutral" when he has the potential to do the most good of any of them! What is his deal!

GOOD QUESTION i dont know the answer to

i dont think he is going around treating people for free, he did express that he hates pirates doing good things (which if a fat lie of course but never the less he wouldnt explicitly go and be a mobile hospital for anybody)

and shachi and penguin def dont get enough sex to get into ER its probably "attempt to get sex sent me to the ER"