#just some family fluff

[cc-cobalt-1043]

Weekends:

Pretty much what they get up to at the weekend:

Tom: assuming he doesn't have work he'll usually have a lie in accompanied with a nice breakfast, maybe take Ozzie for a walk assuming the kids haven't already done so, he'll either chill and do odd things around the house or go to the gym for a few hours, plus take the boys out and have some fun, to top off the evening he'll get some doughnuts for a movie night (Sonic, Tails and Maddie tease him relentlessly about It)

Maddie: she usually wakes up fairly early on the morning but it gives her a chance to do plenty yoga, assuming the boys haven't breakfast either she or Tom will cook something, she usually works a few hours on the weekend but comes home fairly early, either she or Tom will go shopping with one or all of the boys, she and the family then all relax and after supper will collapse on the couch together to watch a movie

Knuckles: Knuckles is often an early riser but not as bad as he used to be, he will often do Yoga with Maddie, sometimes Sonic joins in but he often sleeps in much later at the weekend, after Maddie has left and he has had breakfast (typically consisting of grapes and other fruits) he will usually go to the gym with Tom or on the days he decides to stay home he usually stays with Sonic who tries to culture him with the movies of Earth, he often assists Maddie with the shopping as he is "one million percent muscle", he often likes to meditate as well by putting a pair of headphones and playing nature sounds, that or he'll actually go into the forrest to do so, he'll often join the others for movie night

Sonic: often sleeps in at the weekend (I mean what kid doesn't), sometimes when he wakes up early he'll either join Maddie and Knuckles for Yoga or just sit and watch something on the TV, he and Tails often help Maddie in the kitchen with breakfast (Sonic is a decent cook but needs practice), Sonic often likes to simply watch movies and play games at the weekends and he does his chores in 2 seconds flat (literally), he and Tails sometimes go with Tom or Maddie or they usually just walk around town looking for something to do, at the end of the day he is always the most excited for movie night and makes sure Tails has a comfy seat next to him so his little brother could cuddle up if he wanted to (which Tails often does)

Tails: Tails will often sleep in like Sonic and by the time he wakes up breakfast is either ready or about to be made, he along with Sonic will often help our where they can with the cooking (Tails absolutely loves pancakes and waffles), he'll usually tinker with his inventions for a while and also watch TV and play games with Sonic and sometimes Knuckles, Tails and Sonic often like to explore the town and usually end up getting into some crazy shenanigans, Tails and Knuckles often help out with the shopping and he and Sonic with cooking it, after a nice long bath (he absolutely loves baths as they make his furr so fluffy) he and the others all sit on the couch and enjoy a movie (Tails will usually cuddle up with the closest person and relax, sometimes with long movies he'll fall asleep near the end and Maddie or Tom carry him to bed)

Bonus:

Sonic when someone wakes him up during a weekend nap: *groans* it's 2:30 in the afternoon, people are trying to sleep

[feyhunter78]

The Dowager Queen (4/?)

Description: Rhaenyra shares the news of her marriage to Harwin with Alicent, and both women spend time with their firstborns

Previous chapter, next chapter

“I wish to marry Harwin, what do you think?” Rhaenyra asked, not even glancing up from the reports in front of her.

Alicent paused in her perusing of the smallfolk requests and looked at Rhaenyra. “Beg pardon?”

“I wish to marry Harwin. To legitimize my children.” Rhaenyra said, setting down her quill and meeting Alicent’s eyes.

“So Harwin truly is their father.” She said carefully, unsure if she wished to hear the truth or not.

“He is the father of the child I now carry.” Rhaenyra said, a shy smile tugging at her lips.

“You are with child?” Alicent asked, excitement rushing through her veins.

Rhaenyra nodded, breaking into a full smile. “I am, and this one will surely be a girl.”

Alicent settled her excitement, remembering that she is Hand of the Queen now, no longer just her companion. “If you are with Sir Harwin’s child, then it would be prudent to marry him quickly. I can speak with the kitchen staff and see if they can plan—”

“It has already been done. Before the Godswood, last night. I wished you to be the first to know.”

Alicent could’ve fainted. “Rhaenyra, you must come to me before such rash actions, I am your hand, this is information it is imperative I am aware of.”

Rhaenyra reached across the table and took her hand. “I am sorry, Alicent, it was a moment of passion, and…love.”

For a moment, Alicent’s mind-eye flickered to Sir Criston. How he had walked with her around the room as she labored, and how he comforted her after every act of violation made by Viserys, after every painful birth, how he had held her as she sobbed over Viserys’ corpse.

“Do not be angry with me, my dearest friend. If it truly is a girl, then I shall take your name as her middle name.”

Alicent squeezed Rhaenyra’s hand. “I would be honored, but you still must promise me you will make no other rash decisions without first informing me.”

“I promise.”

Alicent stood behind Aegon, a bottle of sweet scented oil on the vanity. She poured a small amount into her palm, then began to apply it to his wet hair, taking care not to tug or pull his locks on accident.

She could feel his eyes on her, watching as she followed the same steps she took every night with her own hair, applying them to his.

They had spent more time together as of late. Helaena was often with her betrothed, and Aemond took to the skies with Lucerys whenever they both had a free moment. It reminded her of how it was before, when it was only her and Aegon.

“Mother?” He asked quietly, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. They looked so much like Rhaenyra’s, a thought that used to haunt her, but now brought a smile to her face. Perhaps one day her children would no longer be compared to Viserys, they would instead be praised for their closeness in appearance to their sister.

“Yes, Aegon?” She paused in her scrunching of his hair, an act meant to coax his curls back to life.

“What am I to do now? I am not heir, nor am I a great warrior.” His cheeks tinted pink, and he dropped his gaze. “I have heard the whispers, the people think I am a wastrel, a nuisance.”

A pang in her chest. “My son…”

He shook his head. “I am not asking for pity.”

She put her hands on his shoulders and squeezed them lightly. “There are many things you might still become. You are still young.”

“Rhaenyra became heir when she five and ten, I am nearly four and ten.” He protested; his shoulders slumped.

Alicent gently urged him to turn and face him, kneeling so that she could look into his downcast eyes. “Rhaenyra was your father’s only child, she had no other destiny, but you—you have endless possibilities before you.”

“Such as what?” He mumbled, still not meeting her eyes.

She sat back on her heels. It had been many years since her mind had deigned to imagine what her firstborn might be besides heir and king.

“See, even you, my mother, believes I am useless.”

She cupped his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. “You are not useless, you are my son, and that is enough.”

Aegon blinked his tears back rapidly, his lower lip trembling.

“If you wish to stay beside me for the rest of your life you may, if you wish to travel the realm on Sunfyre you may, but I still see greatness in you Aegon, even if no one else does.” She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Tears fell from his lashes and his jaw worked as he tried to speak. Finally, his words came out, his voice thick with tears. “What did you wish for me to be, when you first looked upon me?”

Alicent thought for a moment, searching her memory. “I wished for nothing but your health when I first looked upon you, but as you grew, many complimented me on your charm. No one could deny you anything when you smiled at them.”

“Except father.” He said, so softly, she wondered if it was meant for her to hear.

“I thought that perhaps with some training—some additional instruction, you would make a fine diplomat.” Of course, she had thought this less as the reports of his lecherous behavior began to roll in, and she watched his charm turn into coercion.

“A diplomat?” He echoed, an intrigued look in his eyes.

She nodded. “Yes, perhaps you could ask Lord Dumont to tell you of his duties and adventures. See if it might be something you would enjoy?”

He smiled, that small but bright smile that she loved so dearly. “Would I be able to travel on Sunfyre or would I have to ride in a carriage?”

“That is a question better suited for Lord Dumont and your sister.” She laughed softly, before she stood and motioned for him to turn once more. “Now, let me finish your hair.”

“Why can I not marry Helaena now?”

Rhaenyra massaged her temples, heaving a tired but amused sigh at her eldest son’s question. Jacaerys had been asking if he could marry Helaena sooner than his ten and fifth nameday for a week now.

“My love, where is this urgency coming from?” She asked, shooting Harwin a glare when he chuckled at their son’s request.

Jacaerys looked down at his feet. “Helaena is so pretty, and the others have begun to take notice.”

Harwin chuckled again and ruffled Jacaerys’ hair as he walked by to hang up his cloak. “My son, do you fear someone will steal Helaena away from you?”

“No—well…yes.” Jacaerys admitted, his face a bright red.

“Has she expressed any interest in these others?” Rhaenyra asked calmly, her heart hurting for her son. It pained her to see him so unsure of himself.

“Not that I have seen.” He said, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves.

“Would you like me to ask her about it?” She asked with a playful smile on her lips.

“No!” He said quickly, head shooting up.

Harwin wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. “Stop teasing the poor boy, Nyra.” He gave Jacaerys a soft smile. “Son, if you fear you will lose Helaena then you must give her a reason to keep you by her side.”

“That is why I wish to marry her.”

Harwin shook his head. “You cannot trap a lady in a marriage, that will not encourage love, but resentment.”

Jacaerys’ shoulders slumped, and he trudged up to them, wrapping his small arms around as much of them as he could. “What can I do then?”

They both placed a hand on his back, smiling at each other.

“Why not give her a gift, something she will treasure?” She suggested, running her free hand through his curls.

“More bugs?” He asked hopefully.

“Gods, that little girl is odd.” Harwin muttered, making Rhaenyra laugh.

“I think you have given her enough bugs, my love.” She said fondly.

“All women love jewelry, why not go with Aemond and see if he can help you find something?” Harwin said.

Jacaerys perked up. “Aemond knows Helaena’s likings very well and has recently talked of a bookseller in the market he wishes to visit.”

“See, a simple solution to your troubles, no need for a marriage to be held quite yet.” She smiled, bending down to kiss his forehead before he darted out the door.

“And bring your brother, and a guard.” She called after him, getting a yelled back affirmation from her sprinting son.

“If he is like this now, imagine how much worse he will be when they do marry.” Harwin said, shaking his head in fond exasperation.

“Perhaps he will calm as he ages.” She hummed, tilting her head back as Harwin kissed down the smooth skin of her throat.

“I doubt it.” He snorted.

“And why is that?” She asked, breath hitching when he nipped at her pulse point.

“I never did.”

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[sugarlywhispers]

Just thinking about Bakugou falling to the floor, laughing –silently, shoulders shaking– as you try to ease your son's sadness over his own dad crying in laugh at an awful drawing the kid did of you. Artistic, you called it, which made Bakugou loose it completely.

"It's ugly," your five year old son says, pouting and looking deflected.

"Oh, no, honey... it's b-beautiful!" You're trying so fucking hard not to laugh too.

At least you have the decency to hide it, trying to be as kind and gentle with your son as possible. Contrary to your husband, Bakugou Katsuki, who is almost laying on the floor, not hiding his laughs at all. The bitch.

Your son sighs in sadness. "It's good, honey, I promise. You just... You just have to keep it up, okay? If this is what you like, do it. Keep drawing and practicing until you feel good, alright?"

"But daddy is laughing..."

That makes your husband laugh louder and harder, now completely laying on the floor.

"DADDY DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING, ANYWAY. DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!" You yell over the strenuous laugh of Katsuki, before throwing one of the pillows of the couch at him, successfully hitting him on the face.

"Do you like it, mommy?" Your son's pretty wet puppy eyes makes you melt.

"Of course I do. I'm going to put it over the fridge door, like I do with all your drawings, baby," you promise as you hug your son. He hides his face on your neck as his little arms hug you back tightly around your neck.

Your eyes found Katsuki's, who is still on the floor, crying. His eyes then find again the drawing that it's forgotten on the floor and he begins laughing again.

You are so gonna kick his ass.

But you have to admit... the drawing is funny.

[writey-mcwriteface]

is the agathario fandom allergic to happiness or something?? wtf???

[evansbuck-ley]

henry was planned. they spent six months choosing the perfect egg donor and then another 2 months finding their perfect surrogate monica. buck planned everything down to the second. his nursery was decorated and furniture was built month four. wardrobe filled with clothes and drawers filled with diapers and other supplies by month six. he was even born on his due date - Christmas Eve.

henry’s younger sister rosie, however, was anything but planned. where henry was born from surrogacy, rosie was a safe haven baby.

buck was busy cleaning the ladder one afternoon late summer when a young girl, barely nineteen came by the firehouse. she looked so fragile and lost and she was holding the smallest baby buck thinks he has ever seen. she places the baby in his arms before dumping a diaper bag next to his feet, pleading with him to take the baby. please I can’t do this, i don’t have anyone to help me. I can’t do this alone. please just make sure she goes to someone good.

and before buck could even think to say anything, he was alone, in the middle of the station, holding this baby girl who has the thickest head of dark hair and the sweetest button nose and he swears she look’s exactly like tommy.

then eddie and chimney come rushing cover to figure out what the hell just happened and buck is just stood there, utterly shell shocked. chimney guides buck to the ambulance so he can check her over and noticed how bucks arms tighten around her just for a moment when he tries to reach to take the baby from him. chimney throws eddie a knowing look leading to eddie to immediately pull out his phone to call tommy bc he knows what’s about to happen.

a few hours go by, after the baby had been given the all clear, buck was sitting on the couch with the small girl resting against his chest - waiting for CPS to come. he watches as she rests so peacefully against him, her face scrunching ever so slightly as she moved her small body before relaxing against him once more.

from the corner of his eye he could see his husband making his way up the stairs, with that look of love and fondness he wears whenever he see’s buck with henry. he kneels down in front of him, pressing his hand on the back of the baby, rubbing small circles on her softly with his thumb and smiles because he knows.

and after applying for an emergency foster license and months of paper work and court hearings, rosie madeline buckley-kinard officially joins their family.

henryverse

[literaila]

all I want for Christmas is knowing how the atf! Family as a whole spend Xmas together (or New Years, idc) and also how Gojo x reader celebrate it alone 👀

“no, satoru,” you say, for what is probably the thousandth time ever.

you should really start capitalizing on these moments. keep a tally and make him pay you for each mark he gets. each time you have to teach him how to listen.

you’d be richer than him by now, probably.

“but please.”

satoru is on the ground by your feet, literally. his giant head rests against your socks, hands clawing at your very elegantly themed nutcracker pajamas like he’s about to rip them. which, he definitely is.

it’s early enough that you don’t even scold him for it, but blink idly, wondering why you’re still up this early when the children are completely grown—to everyone’s utter dismay—and have never believed in the magic of christmas.

well, megumi, at least. tsumiki, the only person in the room who can’t see curses or use any sort of actual supernatural ability, believes wholeheartedly in all types of magic. it must be easy, considering that she’s a sort of magic all on her own.

megumi, who has been preparing for this moment, steps right over satoru and shrugs down next to you on the couch. he’s also wearing christmas pajamas, but only because you and tsumiki manipulated him into it for fifteen minutes the night prior.

tsumiki is sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, smiling because she’s the only morning person in the house.

also because she’s probably the only one who got any sleep.

“get off,” you tell him, pulling at his hair. “you need to wait your turn.”

“noo,” he whines some more, shaking his head and probably getting snot all over your ankles. his morning voice is nonexistent because you know that he didn’t even attempt to go to bed. which is also why he’s throwing a temper tantrum.

“it’s youngest to oldest. you’re dead last, loser.”

satoru looks up at you, pouting.

you ignore him entirely, turning to megumi. “go ahead, kid.”

megumi sighs, picking at the box you set next to his spot. but before he opens it, he gives satoru a look. “i think she just called you old.”

tsumiki giggles, sipping on her hot chocolate.

satoru, who is now leaning against your legs, entirely too tall for anything, looks back at you, head in your lap, with mystified puppy-eyes. he’s completely outraged. “did you call me old?”

you raise a brow. “i said oldest,” you respond, but your tone claims otherwise, because satoru is getting pretty old.

“i am very youthful—“

“immature,” megumi says, under his breath.

“—and the only one with any decency around here.”

“you’re wearing a shirt that says ‘santa’s favorite ho,’” you deadpan, pulling at his hair some more.

tsumiki giggles again.

satoru shakes your hand away. “it was a gift!”

megumi snorts, finally pulling at the wrapping paper around his present.

you blink. “from yourself.”

“not like any of you were going to appreciate me,” satoru mumbles, crossing his arms. you kiss the top of his head in response, and he grabs ahold of your calf like it’s a hand.

“i got you the pants,” tsumiki says, smiling at him.

“and i’ll wear them until the day that i die,” satoru nods, giving you another pointed look. you just snort.

“what’d you get, megs?”

“it’s a mug that says ‘worlds greatest teacher,’” he hands it to you, brows furrowed, his voice is nonchalant.

“what? i didn’t get you—“

“megumi’s not a teacher,” satoru interrupts, easily enough. he plucks the mug right from your hands. “well, i guess ill take it off your hands since you have no use for it—“

“satoru.”

“what? santa must’ve made a mistake—“

tsumiki laughs into her mug, getting hot chocolate on her face, and pajamas, and another year has passed.

who ever said christmas was about gifts anyway?

the rest of the morning passes, new socks shoved into dressers, books left around the house. tsumiki gets yarn to knit with, and megumi gets gel for his hair—and some new underwear, courtesy of satoru.

christmas doesn’t have a lot of tradition for any of you. maybe it’s because you and gojo grew up without any meaningful holidays, or maybe it’s because tsumiki and megumi barely knew what christmas was before you and satoru were assimilated into their household.

but you spend december putting up lights, buying gag gifts and trying to teach satoru how to wrap a present for the sixth year in a row. none of it is ever the same, and none of it goes very well. lights are broken, trees fall, and no matter how many matching sets of pajamas you buy, one always seems to go missing by christmas eve.

still, everyone laughs together at all of the nonsense and maybe that’s the only tradition that matters.

*

it’s not until later that night that you and satoru are finally alone.

you’re laying in bed, book in hand, trying to purposefully ignore his side eyeing.

but, even after a decade of practice, satoru isn’t easily forgotten. his eyes are too bright, his presence too ingrained in your mind. it’s a curse really, and you shouldn’t welcome it.

but it’s about eleven years too late for that now.

so after ten minutes you sigh, shutting the book. “what?”

“what what?”

“satoru. stop staring at me like a crazy person and talk.”

“what would i have to talk about?” he asks, dazzling smile on his face. he leans over to you, entirely too close. and it’s not a moment later that he pulls a small box from his back, holding it out to you.

how it got there, you’re entirely unsure.

you frown at it for a moment, then groan. “we said no gifts.”

he frowns. “so i’m just supposed to get my wife nothing?”

“yes,” you grab it from his hands, roughly. “because that’s what we agreed on.”

“i don’t think you know me,” he says, almost mystified but entirely teasing

you eye him, lip twitching. then you push the present back into his hands, leaning over to your bedside table.

when you turn back it’s with your own meticulously wrapped present in hand. “i know you,” you whisper to him, handing it over.

“hey,” he says, not at all angry. “we agreed.”

“you’ve never agreed on anything.”

and satoru, as impatient as ever, doesn’t even bother to respond, or even argue back. he just pulls at the bow, ripping the box in two.

and hes already smudged the lens of the new glasses you got him. you begin laughing before he can even look.

“what is this?” he asks, tilting his head at it.

you giggle some more, looking as excited as a child, grabbing the glasses to hold them out towards him. “new glasses,” you say, simply, but your voice is high pitched and on edge. “look.”

satoru grabs them from you again, and looks at the side of the frame. “are these eyes?”

you cover your mouth with a hand and nod. the sides are ingrained with a terrible imitation of satoru’s own eyes, no amount of paint enough to capture the alien-ness of them. still, they’re blue and bright and entirely too hilarious.

he blinks at you, his lips pursed. “are there six of them?”

you hold back a snort and point. “only four. you’ve got two perfectly good ones on your head already.”

and then you burst into laughter, leaning over so you can giggle into the blankets.

satoru is scowling but his face is soft, and maybe he’s smiling at you in disbelief, or admiration. “these are awful,” he says, but puts them on anyway.

“i know!” you say, grinning at him, completely giddy.

he shakes his head, but his face is amused, and nudges his present towards you. “open.”

you’re still quietly laughing to yourself as you open the box, but your smile fades once you see what’s inside.

you pull out a music box, a deep blue with gold embellishments. it’s porcelain and if you drop it, it’d break. you breathe out, then whisper “isn’t this the one we saw at that—“

“at the art festival we went to in october. you said it looked like the one you had at home.”

you look up at him. satoru is still smiling, but when has he ever stopped? “when did you get it? i carried all the bags that day.”

“there was another festival in kanto a month later,” he tells you, pulling it from your hands so he can open it up. “i stopped after a mission to look.”

but before you can thank him, can say it’s beautiful, or wonder how long he thought about it, a tiny dancer pops out, and she’s holding a slip of paper.

“what’s…”

satoru, who can’t wait for anything, grabs it, unfolding it so you can read. but he tells you anyway. “plane tickets. for a trip sometime. us and the kids. i already talked to yaga about time off.”

“satoru—“

“and the higher ups, but that one took longer. they’ll be fine for a week or two.”

you look at him again, lips downturned. “my gift was so dumb.”

he laughs, leaning in so he can press his forehead to yours. “this is for all of us, so we’ll call it even,” he grins, though. “or you could give me a different gift. i have a couple of things in mind—“

you shake your head and crawl to him, pushing him back so you can trap him with your head on his chest. “you’re so dumb.”

he pulls you close and runs his stupid soft hands up from your shoulders to your neck. “i know.”

“i love you.”

“i know,” he answers, still smiling.

[saturninemartial]

Hi I'm back again with more mushy future zosan business. This is post-zosan marriage, about a decade in the future; Loof is the pirate king, but the gang has stayed together to make sure everyone achieves their dreams (and also bc they're family).

They're sailing past a smallish island with no plans to stop, until they see worryingly big plumes of smoke, too big for bonfires or cooking fires, so they divert course for a possible rescue. When they land, they find a village that's just been decimated by some outside force. It's a somber moment as they're surrounded by bodies and crumbled buildings, as whatever invaders laid waste to this mostly-defenseless society.

The gang searches for clues as to who could have done this, any weapons left behind, really anything distinct that Robin could research and help them exact revenge for these helpless people. While digging around, Usopp finds something—or someone: a baby, hidden away for safety, not far from her deceased mother, who was obviously hoping for someone to find the infant. It makes everyone even more angry and sorrowful, wanting revenge for this baby.

They take the baby onboard and let Chopper check her over for injury and general health. Zosan both immediately take to the baby (several nakama point out that they both have a protective/nurturing instinct), and it's pretty much left up to them to figure out what to do with the baby. And, um, here's a little scene about it from the fic I'm gonna write:

(Spoiler alert: they end up keeping the baby as their own.)

In this scene, they then have a conversation about what to name her; and Sanji immediately tosses out naming her after a dead family member (so no Kuina, Sora, or even Tera) bc according to him, that's a lot of weight and expectation put on a child, and she should be able to live free of expectations and do as she pleases. They end up naming her something that Zoro liked from his childhood/from Wano (so basically a Japanese name). The next morning, at breakfast, Sanji announces their decision to keep the baby with, "Introducing the newest member of the Straw Hat Pirates: Roronoa Firstname!" And everyone cheers bc tbh they've all been loving on this baby and love being aunts and uncles (and also still have revenge in their hearts).

The crew has a little "break" planned soon at Syrup, so Usopp can spend some time with the wife, and everyone gets some time to chill: and Dr. Kaya is overjoyed to see the baby and buys all kinds of supplies and clothes and books to help.

(The Straw Hats do end up figuring out the perpetrators of the attack, and exact revenge on them for their youngest member.)

(I don't have much figured out about this baby/child OC except that she has peach-colored hair. I also like Spanish-speaking Sanji bc of Taz and his accent, so Sanji calls her duraznita or duraznaja—little peach—bc of her hair. 🥰)

[pacificwaternymph]

Anyone got fic recs where all the batkids are actual KIDS? Like... all at once?

Preferably ones with ALL the batkids, including Cass, Duke, Steph, and Barbara?

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday/wip wednesday

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @tizniz @diazsdimples @dangerpronebuddie @spotsandsocks @exhuastedpigeon @underwaterninja13 - tagging y'all back for wip wednesday 💖💖

doing two in one bc it's technically wednesday already idc lol - started a new wip I mentioned before (inspired by this video lol) and rn I'm rewriting what I wrote yesterday bc the past two days words were not wording and I hated everything I wrote, but I think I'm happy with it now haha I hope I'll manage to write it like I want to bc it's sooo good in my head istg haha

(wasn't gonna post until i have more but i need validation before i drive myself crazy over this lol)

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It started as a random idea, more like a throwaway thought, really. Tommy was just checking the weather for the next few days – his hot pilot boyfriend always likes to be prepared – while they were hanging out, and he casually mentioned that “it’s gonna be nice on Saturday, perfect barbecue weather,” which got Buck to mention how they often have family barbecues at Bobby and Athena’s. Somehow, the conversation spiraled, and Buck’s not sure who threw out a more concrete idea, but here they are now, standing side by side in Tommy’s kitchen, preparing food – Buck’s currently slicing veggies for a salad, while Tommy takes care of the meat – for the barbecue where they invited way too many people than Tommy’s backyard can probably fit. It really is nice weather, the sliding door leading from the kitchen to the backyard open and letting in warm sunshine and a soft breeze that makes the air feel cooler. They work in pleasant silence, the only sound is quiet music playing from the speaker, and Buck can’t help a fond smile when he hears his boyfriend hum along, so off-key Buck’s not sure he even knows the song, but it’s still adorable.

The silence is disrupted by the doorbell ringing, and before Tommy can even move, Buck is dropping the knife on the cutting board, wiping his hands, and sprinting towards the door, shouting an “I got it!” over his shoulder. He’s followed by an echo of Tommy’s fondly amused chuckles. So he’s a little excited, sue him – they haven’t had a family day like this in a while, and there was only one he brought Tommy to, all of their schedules not so easy to align. And today his whole family will be here, including their spouses and children, and Tommy invited a couple of his friends and their families, too, and it’ll be just a big, loud, chaotic get-together that he’s hosting with his boyfriend. Buck never hosted one of these before, and he’s really enjoying it so far, and he just wants everyone to have fun.

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[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Siblings Giving You A Mani-Pedi! 💅

A friend of mine is from another country/culture and we ended up talking about mani pedis. I helped translate them, and I got to learn about their culture and how they view them. It was cute and wholesome! So it inspired this. ((Also it’s called projecting because when you are in a wheelchair you get self conscious, and also can’t get mani’s because of needing to roll and self conscious about pedi’s because of surgical scars

William ‘Bill’

As the eldest, you just develop a lot of skills. Especially when the baby girl of the family needs female support. As the designated ‘man with long hair’ he was the one to help her with polish a lot. So he would know what he’s doing, but would also want to keep them practical to. He would give you nails that would be simple, clean, but with top coats. Making sure they last, so you can enjoy them. He also gives you the full wash deal. He knows better than anyone. Also, he is 100% the grunge type to always have his nails painted black. He’s just the grunge aesthetic king. Black nails are his favorite. If you ask him to paint you little moons and stars on your fingers and toes, he will try his best. They always turn out stunning. Curse breakers have to have a steady hand after all.

Charlie

Hope you like nails that can stab a bitch. He has worked with dragons for so long, you’ll either end up with nails so flat you’ll never get anything done. Or nails so sharp you can use them for cutting the stems off flowers. Sharp, or dull. No inbetween. Hope you like dull toe nails and vampire finger nails. He is also a bit messy with the paint. That’s what cleaning spells, and cotton balls, are for anyway. He’s gonna paint them red every time, hope you know that. He himself doesn’t wear nail polish, because it’s never gonna last long anyway. He did, however, always join in with painting sessions with Ginny. He’s a good older brother!

Percy

He feels it’s to ‘femmine’ and just has an overly traditional view. So never expect him to sport anyway. He does, however, know how to care for his nails. He takes hygiene very seriously, so he would be happy to help keep your nails presentable. Cleaned, nail beds worked on, trimmed, and a transparent top coat to help keep them looking presentable. If he’s in the mood, a French tip will be on the menu. He just doesn’t care, beyond keeping them cleaned. His Percy, what else did you expect?

Fred and George

They are going to have fun with it. It’ll be messy, but it’s going to be so much fun doing it with you. Fred more than happy to do so, and will even ask you to do his. Same for George. They are twins, they love to be cliche and do matchies or complimentary in some fashion. Fred is the messier of the two, while George is able to be more neat and thoughtful. Definitely will work your toes, while Fred works your hands. Expect wild colors, and fun designs. Like glitter hearts, with little beads on them. They wanna have fun with it! They also have their nails painted, typically orange and purple in some fashion. They also love doing gel stuff for meetings, and business events. It’s fashion, and colors. They are the Weasley Twins. Gender conformity? I hardly know her!

Ron

He has no idea what he is doing, please send this man some help. He doesn’t know the difference between gel, and a top coat. He’s mixing the colors, he’s gotten it on his clothes, HERMIONE HELP-! He’s trying his best, but he just has no clue. You’ll need to teach him alot, but he’s willing to learn! He does think it’s neat that you can have a ‘theme’ with your nails. Like paint them as the color of your favorite quidditch team. That’s what gets him on board. Your nails are gonna get so sloppy, but hey. Who hasn’t had sloppy nails? A lot of it will end up being you painting his nails. You are allowed to get more creative with his toes, since less people will see them. Baby steps.

Ginny

The girl of the hour. As a kid, she liked it alot. Helped her stand out against her brothers. Now? She has her own style. Given she’s a Quidditch star, it can be rather rough on the hands. She does, however, really enjoy the subtle styles. Like transparent glitters. That’s her favorite. Just a touch of magic, if you will. She would love to have you more of her model, of what she can do. Have you wear all the fun things she can’t. Like making ombré’s, and tiny designs. It’s a really great way to bond. It helps her with her connection with feminine side. It can be hard. Being raised by six boys, but also genuinely being a Tom Boy. Makes you have a weird connection to what makes a ‘girl a girl.’ So this helps her feel that connection. She loves it. A wonderful way to spend her time with you.

[madaqueue]

will you guys be nice to me if i post my first full childe fic tomorrow …..

[sparkleetwordz]

the sonic movies are way too wholesome to not have any tkl content

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

fall (with you i fall so fast)

🍪 Rated G fluff 🍪 1.3k 🍪 First kiss 🍪 Grieving with joy

Eddie leans against the door jamb, never more content than when he’s watching his boys have fun together, feeling uniquely lucky to see them like this, thinking no one is watching. The exhaustion melts away.

The kitchen smells like cinnamon and vanilla. Chris is sitting on the countertop next to the mixer, singing into a measuring cup like a microphone whenever he can stop giggling at Buck long enough to get the words out. Buck is in his element, his t-shirt pulled up so the collar rests on his forehead, whipping the fabric around like long hair. He’s got a spatula in his hand, flinging cookie dough everywhere as he fucking performs.

OR

Buck helps Chris do some grieving and Eddie decides to stop pretending he doesn't know what he wants

You can all thank @playinginthunderstorms for this seeing the light of day from the vault of forgotten fics 🫶🏻

read on ao3

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SatBK Scribble Comic: Dada

Gilly’s first word is also his favorite person! As much fun as he had hanging out with grandma, he’s happy Daddy’s back. (The feeling is mutual, even if Lancelot is more reserved.)

[tojiscrack]

Guess who found your fic on ao3 at 11pm, not noticing the 108k words on the bottom and got so hooked even by the half quarter of the first chapter that resulted in her staying awake until 10 am, reading all 108k words in one sitting. Yes me. Me, who got so hooked she read it all in one sitting. Me, who’s now so emotionally attached to this fic that she’s anxious about your comments under the chapters, stating that THE MAIN PLOT hasn’t even STARTED YET. Me, who knows DAMN WELL the little caterpillars and butterflies and the moths story Megumi and y/n read out is for sure foreshadowing. Me, who’s noticed several butterfly symbolism used over the course of the story. Me, who screamed into her pillow when it was stated that y/n’a dress resembled a butterfly. Me, who’s seen your comment replying to someone, stating that there MIGHT be some kind of drifting apart. Me, who’s well ware of the Heavy Angst tag on the fic. Me, who knows that an author who’s this good at delivering humor and fluff is gonna DESTROY me when the angst is gonna be written. Me, who half regrets now that she’s discovered the story because she’s scared of all that’s about to come.

You seriously have a way with words, dialogue, symbolism, humor, the bond between every character. It’s not so simple to put more than 5 characters in a setting and deal with them all while trying to make it as natural as possible but you SOMEHOW do it SO WELL. I’m just. God. All the thoughts I have on this fic would maybe even rival the 108k words you’ve written up until now but I don’t have the capacity to put them into words as well as you do.

just know that this fic impacted me so much, so badly, years from now on after it's finished, I'll still think about it and re-read it.

so excited (and scared as hell ngl) to see where you'll be going with this story. I may havw joined late but I am sticking around till the end.

love you, great work <3

liar, liar masterlist here:

yayyy, another ao3 reader 😫 welcome to the tumblr crew, i’m so glad you’re hereeee ❤️‍🩹

i had to go back and check whether it really is 108k words and i found myself shocked bc damn, i really wrote that much? 😭 if i put half the effort i put into this story into my essays instead, maybe i’d be a better student but we live and we learn ig 😬

“emotionally attached” to the fic is mind blowing to me 🥹 i didn’t know it’d have this big of an impact on someone but i can’t say i’m displeased. that’s one of the nicest things i’ve heard on here (among other things ofc). ugh, you’re so nice for sending a message on that 🩷

and yes, you are absolutely right. the main plot does not start until next chapter (or more accurately — in terms of drama — somewhere down the line AFTER that) 👀 idk which comment i said that on but i trust ur judgement ‘cause i remember mentioning that somewhere 😭 DON’T BE SCARED, IT’LL BE FUN (and thrilling and scary) BUT STILL 😊

the butterfly thing you mentioned is interesting, actually 🫢 maybe i just really like butterflies (even tho they scare the ever living shit out of me and i nearly killed a few in the london zoo YEARS ago as a child cuz i was fidgeting since they just let them roam free in that greenhouse thingy and i was scared for my life and dying of heat with the humidity?).

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN STALKING MY PAGE BC I DO REMEMBER SAYING SMTH ALONF THOSE LINES I JUST CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE 😭 but i invite you to continue doing so bc i like watching my lovely little liars squirm and then send in their predictions and fear 😋 and this long, juicy message has me giggling to myself and REELING 🤭

yeah, but we’re not holding back on the heavy angst tag… er… buckle up? it’s gonna go downhill from here on out 😟

“you seriously have a way with words” — stop.

“it’s not so simple to put more than 5 characters in a setting and deal with them all while trying to make it as natural as possible but you somehow do it so well” — DOUBLE, TRIPLE, QUADRUPLE, INFINITY STOP OR I’LL CRY 🥹 no one has ever said that about my writing, and in fact, i hadn’t even noticed that myself 😭 i think i’m gonna levitate in glee ✨ to know it flows well enough for it to be commented on (out of ur own free will and not me pressing a gun to ur forehead), it’s just UGHHH so nice and sweet and i’m so glad you’ve joined the liar, liar community 😫 warmest welcome ml <3

gosh you’ve put this story on such a high pedestal, i’m almost scared i won’t be able to meet ur standards, even with everything planned beforehand 😟 but i’m willing to try. if you’re here for the super long ride (my updates are sporadic and will continue to be a such as the time goes on).

it was definitely not a LATE arrival per se — the liar, liar family is still pretty small. i’ve only got about 321 followers, so definitely not as much as the bigger jjk writers on here, and half of those are split between my megumi fic readers and levi fic readers. i now consider you an og just bc this analysis was so in depth and interesting, i found myself smiling so hard my cheeks hurt 🙂‍↔️

but i love you SO much for this. i’d love to see more comments and messages from you. don’t be afraid to spam me if you must (in fact, i encourage it!!!) 😁 i get so giddy and excited and motivated when ppl send me their predictions. it’s one of the greatest things about writing (and the best part imo).

have a lovely day! and i can’t wait for you to see the next chapter and what i have in store for you <3

[mjj-nostalgia]

"Really?! Are you sure? Oh, I'm so excited, (Y/N)!"

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