#they're healing so much and they are healing so good. all bea wanted was to feel a sense of being protected and trusted!! not seen as the

[cathymee]

THIS SHOW GOT ME FUCKED UP BRO 😭

[harrysmimi]

Boo-Boo Away

Synopsis: One where Harry's left alone with two kinds under two as his wife rests on a sick day

Dadrry Fic

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Harry loves his family.

Without help he was loosing his mind. All of his family is sick from flu. It really started from him, then his wife got sick one of the the kid is breastfeeding.

Bea, the twenty month old and Maeve the two month old were grumpy and moody since last night. Both the parents stayed up to tend to their kids. But YN got even more sick this morning, and she was advised to take rest by her doctor.

Been given birth just two months ago via C-section has already taken a huge toll on her. So, Harry took it upon himself to make YN take a nap and the littlest was all fed and bundled up and fast asleep as well.

Maeve was being difficult to put to sleep, it took him all of a hour and half just rocking her to sleep but it was worth it the moment she fell asleep and he put her next to her Mumma on her bed. She seems to be a little too young to be sick but she's doing the best out of three of the ladies.

Bea could walk, sprint even, so she followed her dad around the house with her blankie dragging behind her as he did the chores. He'd warned the little girl that she could trip and fall with her blankie dragging behind her.

"Princess you will trip like that." He tried to have her hold her blankie in a way she wouldn't fall, bundled up in her arm. But she threw a tantrum. She was adamant to drag it around with her. "Okay, okay, you can have it as your wish." He surrendered.

He placed all of Maeve's clean laundry in the basket as he ran another batch of both the girls clothes. He took the basket out To the kids' room. None of them slept in there, they both liked to sleep in their parents bed. Maeve especially, she is already bonded with her Mummy where as Bea always wants Papa with her.

"Papa." Bea called for him, showing him a toy she's been obsessed with lately. It was a yellow Lego building block. She showed him asking him to go play with her with the building blocks.

"That's so cool, baby." Harry engaged in little conversations with her. She went back out to the living room. "You're still obsessed with that one?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

Both YN and Harry have been used to help by their Doula, who helped them both everything as YN healed from giving birth and the parents focused on bonding with their new baby. It was the same when Bea was born. But now that they're both on their own, the chores have become more challenging.

Especially for Harry today. He had to place each of his steps carefully, not wanting to kick his toddler like a football on accident.

As Harry placed the basket of clean laundry in the kids' room he walked out to a living room scattered with toys. They weren't just just limited to the play area but everywhere in the living room.

Harry wanted to cry.

But he left it at that, he doesn't want Bea to cry, and wake up her Mummy and little sister by that. He'd let be on her own until he's done with the dishes.

The little green eyed girl walked upto him again to show him a scribbly drawing of hers. Harry gave her some encouraging words as she walked back out.

She was still dragging that blankie around the house.

It wasn't until he heard a thud and a loud cry that sent him running outside. Bea had fallen down the two little steps which separated their kitchen and living room. She never missed those, it was definitely that dang blankie. Her cried were loud enough to have her sleepy Mummy get out to see her.

"What happened?" YN came running out too, her tired eyes just daring to shut closed again.

"Hey baby," Harry cooed as both the parents gathered around the toddler. "Did you get hurt?"

"Yes." She nodded as she cried, "here." She pointed at her knee which was obviously red.

"Can you move you leg for me?" YN asked and the girl did, "good baby. And again?"

"Hurt." She sniffled. "Hurt."

"I know baby, but we have to move your leg a little so it won't hurt as much." Harry assured her and made her bend her knee a couple of time carefully but apparently it still hurt.

"Boo-Boo away." She leaned onto her Mummy who was closer to her as her dad inspected her knee, "Boo-Boo away!"

"It's alright, see," Harry placed a delicate kiss on her joint and looked at his wife. "Kiss Boo-Boo away, Mummy." And her mummy did too.

"Why don't we go take a nap? With May-may too." YN suggested, "your Boo-Boo will go away after."

She usually just moves on, but given the toddler is sick her tiny body must already be aching already to add to her injury. Harry picked her up like a little doll she is and walked them to the master bedroom.

It was also when Maeve started to wake up all fussy too. It was hour past her feeding time, Harry didn't even realise that. But YN picked her up immediately and brought her to the bed. She lied down the baby as it was the most comfortable position to feed her. Harry placed Bea on the other side.

"May-may no!" Bea cooed as she gently stroked her sister's head. "Mumma, May-may hurt?"

"No, baby she's just hungry." YN explained, "why don't you just lay down, hmm? Cuddle with May-may and Mummy."

Bea lied down on her dad's side of the bed immediately. Making him jealous just as fast. He could use a nap too, he's been up all night and hasn't slept for even a blink. Since yesterday morning.

"Hey, you wanna join us?" YN asked as he was making his way around their bed to go out and finish up all the chores.

"I've got dishes to wash," he shared.

"We can do that later, take a nap with us." YN pressed so he can take some rest too. And he's just recovered from a flu. "Come on!"

"Okay, okay." He walked back to his side and lied on his side.

It was bit crowded with two babies, but it's cosy. Maeve sleeps in the cot kept in her parents room because she's just too small to be on her own. And her older sister likes to sleep right in between her parents on their bed. It is warm and cosy and safe feeling. But when she's in mood she'll demand to sleep in the nursery, in her own bed. And there also another crib in the parents room where Harry would eventually move Bea too. Especially when she's kicking her dad in stomach and face there.

Bea scooted closer to her dad, using his bicep as her pillow she buried herself in his chest for cuddles. It was quiet. Bea asleep and Maeve still having her milk.

The littlest one was drifting in and out of her sleep there, it was so adorable as she smiled and tiniest dimples popped up on her chubby and fluffy cheeks. And she go right to sucking onto her mum's boob until she was breathless. A hungry, hungry little human she is.

"She's running a marathon." Harry whispered and chuckled softly. He doesn't want Bea to wake up. He moved her to the crib carefully.

Only so her fever doesn't go up with her warming up too much. And they can't turn up the AC too much as all of the girls have cold too. He picked up the baby when she was done eating too, and burped her before she was back in her cot too. He sighed seeing how peaceful both of their babies were sleeping. Finally getting the rest they need.

"Now come here, will you?" Now his wife was demanding his attention. And he obliged. He pulled in closer to his chest there.

"You know I love our babies, but I miss our time alone." He shared.

"Awh!" YN cooed, "we can have alone time after they've recovered from flu."

"Mhmm." He sounded tiredly, "hate to see them that way. Bea has been to grumpy since last night."

"Give her a break, she's still a baby." YN chuckled.

"I know, I know." He nodded, "I'm just jealous they get all your time now."

"They get all your time too!"

"Well..." He laughed, "touché."

"Yeah!" YN got all defensive.

"Once you're all recovered, we're gonna it a good few days, the kiddos can go live with my mum for the weekend and we can go to our villa." He layed a rough plan knowing well it could go wrong anyday, anytime.

"You know both of them haven't been to our home in Italy yet?" YN reminded him.

"Need to get their passports sorted then we can take them there for Christmas, yeah?" He suggested, "till then you and I can have some us time there."

"Yeah we can." She smiled. "I love you."

"And I love you more." He placed a kiss on her forehead.

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So I've been sketching Beauty and the Beast AU for ABAcelsus, and I just wanna lay out some HCs lmao...

First and foremost, the AU has its own twist and is loosely based on the fanfic "A possession of another name" on ao3. I kinda just wanna do some scenarios bc im doing some scene sketches for funsies. This is set in 1600s

P.S., some of the HCs are cheezy as hell, because Im cooking for myself (this whole AU is my own food lol)

TW: some headcanons may contain mature topics

ABA was the daughter of the town's doctor, Dr. Hohenheim (please bear with me). He was the one who makes successful medicine and healing potions for the sick and poor.

Because of his aptitute in medical field and science, the ignorance of townsfolk saw this as a threat of witchcraft and alchemy, accusing him to be worshipping the devil (may or may not be true, but he insists he was doing it for good)

Although he was met with criticism, Dr. Hohenheim wanted nothing more than to improve lives, until he met his untimely demise.

Leaving his daughter all alone and ostricized due to their family's reputation, ABA was taken in as a scullery maid in a mansion. She was left with a key that she turned into a necklace and a book of incantation in case she was in a dire situation. She held these two objects dearly

Just like her father, she was somehow skilled and knowledgable about medicine and healing, especially when it comes to blood. This unfortunately sparked outrage once the other maids outed her for her suspicious activities. They intend to burn her alive.

She quickly fled to the woods to escape the mob. When it was clear, she took out the incantation book to recite a protection spell. Turns out she summoned a demon named Paracelsus.

Paracelsus ignited flames in the outskirts of town in response to the young woman's call for help. The townsfolk quickly fled away and left the girl alone with the demon. Sadly, ABA fell unconscious due to the injuries her masters and other maids have inflicted on her. The demon eventually took her inside the pocket dimension to heal properly.

Paracelsus is a bloodthirsty demon that was captured by Dr. Hohemheim and a man named Slayer long ago before ABA was born, fearing the dangers he might inflict on people if he was loose. They kept a chain and lock around his neck, magically bound to the book and can only be free with the use of the key ABA is currently wearing.

Dr. Hohenheim gained his knowledge in medicine with Paracelsus' help, since the demon possessed knowledge one could not achieve yet in their era. This was all in exchange of blood, and Dr. Hohenheim was tricked into killing some of the people he was helping. Not wanting to be manipulated furthet, Dr. Hohenheim sealed him away. The doctor soon wrote a letter to his young daughter revealing the truth one day when she grows up, tucked inside the book

After ABA read her father's letter, she was devastated. With no one else to turn to, she became dependent on the only being who shown her kindness: Paracelsus.

Paracelsus wanted nothing more than to feed on ABA's blood, ignoring her plea to be his companion. Over time, he pitied the girl and slowly soften up. Even going as far as offering a pocket dimension to be her resting quarters if she got tired of traveling in search of a new place to live.

ABA notices how fond Paracelsus was with roses, just as much as she is with blue flowers. Paracelsus explains it was because they're close to the red shade of blood.

In some gruesome yet magical manner, Paracelsus performed a magic where he turns ABA's blood droplets into roses to amuse her. (Weird but romantic ig?)

Because of that, she scanned the book of incantation and finds a spell to turn her blood droplets into roses so she can surprise Paracelsus. The demon wont admit it, but was a very thoughtful gesture. He had to patch up ABA though

ABA has always been insecure about herself, after having been emotionally and mentally abused by her owners at the mansion. She never felt beautiful in her skin and cannot look at herself in the mirror. So in a twisted way, she sees Paracelsus' "attraction" to her blood as some sort of affection.

In a symbiotic sense, ABA found company in Paracelsus, while the demon feeds off on her blood as fuel to protect them both. He had to keep a close eye on the girl, for she holds to key to his freedom. He cannot use the key for himself because it was blessed and it'll burn him if he touches it.

Paracelsus doesn't want to admit that he finds ABA's meekness endearing. Whenever she wanted ask about something she didn't know (she grew up in a small town that has nothing to offer, and her master wouldn't let her out of the mansion), Paracelsus was glad to fill her with knowledge.

He finds ABA's curiosity to be charming as well, but it comes with him protecting her from impending danger. The girl was reckless at times.

Soon he found himself enchanted at the girl's pure hearted nature. He fears that his influence may corrupt her one day and tries his best to shield her from his bloodthirsty intentions.

ABA naively asked Paracelsus if they could marry. He flatly said no, but she kept trying lol

[possibilistfanfiction]

For a prompt: Butch Bea being soft and tender when Ava needs some extra TLC for whatever reason!

'ughhhhhhh,' you say, as dramatic as possible, while you flop back onto bed. you do your best to flop on top of beatrice, your favorite place, you think with a smirk.

she puts her book down and runs a finger up and down your spine, featherlight, unbothered by your head on her chest and your hips against yours.

'do you feel any better?'

'no,' you groan.

'not even a little?'

'fine,' you say, 'maybe. maybe a little.'

she rests her hand in your hair, playing with the strands softly. you squirm around until you can see her face. she has on her glasses, sage green acetate, mostly round frames, that she'd gotten a few months ago when you had seen her squinting at everything in the distance and pestered her until she went to the optometrist. she came home grumpy and with some trial contacts that had been a fucking saga to get in her eyes the first few times, but she'd gotten the hang of it and wears them out most of the time, but she wears her glasses at home, especially when she's working on her computer. they're fucking adorable and you tell her that, over and over again, because you want her to know but also because the little blush beneath her freckles kills you every time.

'whenever you feel like releasing me, i'll go get you your cold meds.'

'i can't breathe,' you groan. it's not true, but your nose is stuffy and your throat hurts and you have a headache; you'd felt sick the day before but it had gotten worse overnight, and hadn't gotten all that much better with the hot, steamy shower bea had suggested. you tuck your snotty nose into her neck and she just brings her arms around you, unfazed. 'this is so stupid. what good is the halo if it can't heal me from a measly little cold that's ruining my life?'

'i'm sorry you're not feeling better, ava.'

to be fair, you have pretty significant chronic pain and issues with mobility, and it's been a journey — of your own, and with bea — to sort through your feelings around disability, and care, and being cared for. but a cold is easy; everyone gets colds, and beatrice is happy to help you. she's always happy to help you — quiet and competent and so cute, in a cutoff tank and boxers. eventually, you roll off of her and pout, still in a thick robe.

'do you want anything for breakfast? i can make your favorites, or something gentler, if you're not too hungry. i think the meds won't be great on an empty stomach.'

'maybe just some scrambled eggs.' you put your hand on her hip, the v that sits beneath the waistband of her boxers. 'and toast?'

'we have muffins, from the bakery, that i picked up yesterday, if you'd rather that? but i'll make whatever.'

'fuck yeah, muffins.'

she laughs and kisses your forehead, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. 'okay. i can bring it up if you'd rather.'

'i'll come down.'

'are you sure? i don't mind.'

'i know,' you say, and you do: beatrice loves you all the time, in the smallest of moments, in the gentlest of ways. she listens, when you want to do things on your own, even on days where your pain is significant and your mobility is extremely limited. when you do ask for her help, she just nods and does whatever you need without any pity, without any anger. with love, with love, with love. 'hey.'

she tugs on some joggers and then runs a hand through her hair, messy from sleep, and your heart swells. she was worth it, you think — dying and saving the world and coming back from hell — she was so worth it. 'hmm?'

'i love you. i love you so much.'

her smile is tender, just for you, sunbathed. 'i love you too.' she takes a few soft steps toward you and kisses you gently.

'i'm gonna get you sick.'

'i don't get sick.'

you roll your eyes. 'well, i'll take care of you in a few days when you do.'

she laughs and kisses you again, then sits on the edge of the bed and pulls purple socks into her feet. when you had first come back to life, you had been blown away by the biggest things: the ocean, the stars. you still are, all the time, but now — the curve of her spine under her shirt, the pull of the strong muscles in her arms, the way she presses her thumbs into her arches before she pulls on each sock — you're blown away by how wonder is stored in the stitching; wonder is stored in the lifelines of her hands that you trace while you get coffee near your house, or the way she lets you clean up her neckline between haircuts, or the champagne you share some nights, just because you're alive, and together, and that's enough. joy is not meant to be a crumb, you remember — and your joy is stitched everywhere with her. your joy is infinite.

beatrice makes you breakfast and you eat it curled on the couch; she brings you cold medicine and it makes you feel high as fuck; you walk into a wall trying to bring your empty plate to the dishwasher. bea just laughs and leads you by the shoulders back to the couch; she brings you a mug of tea and you only manage a few sips before you start to fall asleep, your head in her lap.

a few days later she has the sniffles and the a fever in the middle of the night, and you make her soup and tea and hold her, even when she sneezes all over you.

[480pfootage]

SWSH Characters Playing VALORANT because it's the only FPS game I've played

Milo

Skye and Sage. Doesn't play that good, but that's only because he's more comfortable with playing with controller (he usually plays console games with his brother, so he's more used to that) and there's no aim assist in VALORANT. Very good morale and is used to getting backseat gamed because his brother usually tells him what to do. Good game sense, but he cannot turn fast enough because of the controller.

Nessa

Jett and Neon. Autolocks. I'm sorry she just does. She isn't one to demand smokes or heals after she autolocks and tries to not autolock when playing a competitive. She just wants to play her fave agents ;( Loves Jett's voice lines. Tries to not get mad, but she's competitive. Always asks Milo for 1v1s. The type of person to make up callouts: "He's in tomato." "WHERE'S TOMATO????" At least a gold to plat.

Kabu

Phoenix. Asked who the fire guy was. Says there's always gotta be a fire guy. Demands the fire guy. Doesn't actually use Phoenix's utility. Sometimes he tries to, but then he just peeks with his molly out and then dies. Good game sense, does not understand recoil.

Bea

Brimstone. Doesn't play much as she mostly spends her free time training so she doesn't have much time to unlock the other agents. Mostly plays with Allister whenever he asks or on streams. Gets very focused when playing but her skill level fluctuates a lot.

Allister

Omen, KAY/O, and Yoru. Plays Omen for the aesthetic. However, if he ever wants to tryhard he plays KAY/O or Yoru. Too scared to use comms, but he's still somehow low/mid immortal. Sometimes he does just start speaking normal latin sentences in voice if someone's being toxic.

Gordie

Chamber and Breach. Religiously plays Chamber and only Chamber. He needs drip. The type of Chamber to tp away anytime he sees a player, doesn't even shoot. Plays better as Breach but Breach doesn't have drip. It's always very chaotic when playing with him.

Melony

Sova. Has only played the game once and it was for a league stream. Only picked Sova because "He's a nice young man!" Has actually watched a few videos before playing and somewhat knows what she's doing. 'Accidentally' shock darts Gordie when playing on the same team as him.

Piers

Omen and Reyna. Like Allister, he plays Omen for the aesthetic. However, he's pretty good at Reyna too. Laughs maniacally whenever he's playing well, it's both scary and funny. Gets toxic but only to his friends and it's only for shit and giggles. Sometimes gets in a game with randoms and uses comms to only play his guitar as sound effects/background music.

Raihan

Raze. Mains Raze but he usually fills on most games. Baits all his team mates (it's unintentional he swears). Calls Breeze's pyramids left and right tiddy. Uses comms but does get uncomfortable when people get all 😳 with his voice. Good morale and very chill when playing.

Leon

Phoenix. Who else is he gonna play? He has fire and is orange like charizard! Flashes all his team mates, is it intentional? Who knows. Usually plays with Raihan and Piers, but started off playing with Hop. More comfortable with using a controller for the same reason as Milo, but uses mouse and keyboard.

Sonia

Cypher and Killjoy. The type of cypher that monotonely gives you call outs while you are fighting for your life in site. Likes being a little rat and hiding. Sometimes plays Killjoy, but then gets called a nerd. Usually plays alone but is very happy to play with Leon as that's how they hang out most of the time when they're older as Leon's busy. Happy to play with Hop too. Plat 3.

Bede

Jett. At first is reluctant to play (very snobby about it too) but had to join the league stream to play. Never entries and argues about how that's not his job and that another duelist could do it. For some reason just loves flanking. Silver-ish.

Marnie

Viper and Astra. Loves being a little shit. Mollies, concusses, sucks her team mates. Corners Hop when he's trying to do his lineups and then mollies him, it happens a lot. When playing with randoms she goes for "I have a cool trick, stand here." then mollies them. She does not care for winning.

Hop

Sova and Viper. Plays Sova mainly, but can also play Viper. Marnie and he always fight over who gets to play Viper if a smoker is needed. So many lineups it's concerning. Studies and knows all of them. Can make lineups up on spot and it actually lands. Still hardstuck gold.

Gloria

Neon. Does very aggressive plays and is actually good at them. Gives good comms. Will go off on any players being toxic no matter if she's top fragging or bottom fragging and wins the argument every time.

Victor

Sage. Is a pocket Sage for Gloria and Bede. Knows how to do really good sage walls and will get pissed if asked to wall mid. Is in silver but keeps getting matched with immortals. Says he hates VALORANT but keeps playing either way.

[crocwork-clockodile]

actually I would LOVE to hear about your crow healer, please tell me everything

Oh gosh! Well okay! Thank you for asking! Actually, now that I'm thinking about it I don't have that much lore figured out beyond like two characters but whatever

Okay so, we begin with Beatrix. She's an orphan, left with this order of healers in service to the goddess of wisdom, healing and winter. She takes the form of a crow, so her devotees use those as a major visual motif (totally not an excuse to create a plague-doctor character without having to know a lot about medicine lol). The Crow-Healers, as the name would imply, are a specific order who go out and heal people, with a focus on the public (like, you wouldn't find a Crow-Healer being the private physician to some lord or something). Beatrix, having been trained in her cloister her whole life and having a real knack for the magic, quickly became one of the best healers in the order, specifically in curing diseases. She's kinda average at healing other things, like injuries, and gets annoyed when people act all shocked that she's not brilliant at everything.

In this society, it's not too uncommon for monastic orders devoted to various deities to take in orphans, and the children will often have a surname to reflect who took them (I still haven't decided on what Bea's surname is, but just having it be 'Crow' feels repetitive. I'll land on something eventually)

Bea is a fairly serious, sober young woman (think Susan Sto Helit), which makes it very funny to me that her goddess has taken a particular interest in her and will very often come hang out with her in the form of a crow or raven and chatter poor Bea's ear off or play little pranks on her because she's "too serious" and "needs to lighten up, for my sake." They have a fun dynamic where Beatrix is the straight (wo)man to her goddess' comic, and she doesn't want to appear too ungrateful because that's where her healing power comes from and her Mother Superior would Not Be Happy if Beatrix showed any animosity toward corvids. But behind her beaked mask, Bea is always scowling suspiciously at black birds.

I'm particularly pleased with the name of this goddess of wisdom and healing. It's Ailyah. Like the saying "good for what ails ya." Plus she has a tricksy old woman sense of humour so I think it fits pretty well.

Ailyah is the Cr-- ah, Elder goddess in a group of four goddesses. As I said, her domains are wisdom, healing and winter. I don't have the other goddesses fleshed out entirely yet, but there's the Maiden, in charge of children (like how Artemis is the protector of children), travelers and spring; the Warrior, in charge of war/tactics (duh), justice and summer; and the Mother, in charge of hearth, agriculture, fertility and autumn.

I have no other characters yet, no further worldbuilding except that these four goddesses aren't the only deities worshipped in this culture (basically there's a bunch of deities, and everybody acknowledges they're around, just this one is the one I personally am devoted to), and absolutely no plot :)

I feel like I wanted to have her working on a cure for a Fantasy Plague, but I can't even remember when I first came up with her so I can't say for certain if that was a reaction to These Uncertain Times. Maybe she was instrumental in curing it and it's in the past now? I forget. I like that idea, though... sorry, now I'm just thinking aloud 😅

[lewis-winters]

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oh? me? writing about single dad!lewis who is a disaster human being but a good dad to a precocious little girl named Bea who adores him but at the same time thinks her daddy is the silliest person to ever exist?

you bet your ASS i am.

anyway, here have this headcanon list:

Bea is Lew's little girl from a one night stand. her mom didn't want to abort, but she didn't want to keep her, either. Lew considered putting her up for adoption, but the second the doctors let him hold her he knew that that just wasn't an option.

at that point, Lew never really knew what love was. not really. but looking down at that lil bundle in his arms that resembled more a bean than human, he decided then and there that that is exactly what true love feels like.

Bea is AMAB and has always known she was a girl. Lew always indulged her, especially when she finally learned how to talk and walk and have opinions. if Bea said she wanted to wear a dress or play with dolls or grow out her hair, he'd let her and he'd sass down anybody that let her feel like she couldn't. bc of that, Bea never thought that she was anything but a girl for ages.

i mean, the only thing she truly hated was her name. bc it was a boy's name and was therefore very ugly.

when she was four, she told Lew and everybody that would listen that she wanted to be called Beatrix-with-an-X instead of the name they gave her. she heard it on tv one day and loved it so much, she just decided to use it and that was that.

I wouldn't say Lew didn't have his moments of crisis over it-- he had a whole paradigm shift, and he definitely had to read up some stuff and talk to people, but he never let Bea know it. that's his baby girl. and he loves her. he'd never forgive himself if he'd ever let her feel otherwise.

he calls her BumbleBea on a regular basis, but in his head and when referring to her to anybody else, he calls her Little Miss Nixon

occassionally Little Miss Hypochondriac if she's being particularly fussy that day

bc Bea is VERY fussy

she's under the belief that her daddy doesn't take care of himself very much. she is right. Lew does not like to admit it.

she prepares his vitamins and reminds him to drink water and eat his veggies

they take care of each other a lot

Lew makes sure Bea does her homework and is polite and gets dressed real nice and is making the right friends

Bea makes sure Lew remembers to brush his teeth or eat breakfast or drink water or dress up warm during the winter

their little mantra in the morning is--

Lew: Be good, but if you need to be bad--

Bea: Don't get caught!

Bea also understands sarcasm a bit too well for a baby child

Lew says it's the natural Nixon gene. Blanche says it's bc Bea spends way too much time with Lew.

Bea calls Lew two things: Daddy, on the regular, and Dada when she wants to be cuddled or carried or held or comforted

Lew has NO idea why she does, but every time he hears her call him Dada while holding out her arms in a silent request to be picked up, he melts into a puddle

George, Lew's old college buddy and Bea's godfather, and Blanche are her regular babysitters. she loves them both so much but she definitely loves Blanche more because when she's with Aunt Blanche she gets presents

George treats her like a mini adult, which just kinda reinforces why she's so fluent in sarcasm to begin with or why she's half as mischievous as she is.

Bea is a morning person. Lew is a night owl. when Bea was a baby, this was definitely a problem, bc she'd have Lew running to her side at 3 am, so much so that he just moved her bassinet to his room and then just little by little let her migrate to his bed and let her serve as his alarm clock.

but when she started to walk and talk and become big enough to do things on her own, they've come up with a system where she'd get up, try her best to make Lew coffee, then wake him up with kisses

the coffee is never good but Lew swallows it down anyway

Lew is very good at braiding hair for some reason

Bea always did say that her Daddy is fit to be a stay at home husband bc he keeps track of their household stuff better than his at work stuff

Lew doesnt work at the plant-- Stanhope didn't like the name Beatrix, let's just say. Lewis told him to go fuck himself. thankfully before doing that, he saved enough money to sustain him and Bea until he could find a job. also, he has a group of very good friends and an amazing sister who stuck by him and Bea, so really, leaving Nixon behind to get a fresh new start in New York with his baby girl was the best decision he has ever made

(Lew always says Bea saved him somehow-- taking care of another human being helped him learn, little by little, how to take care of himself. how to function. he wants to be a better man for Bea, wants to be able to be somebody she's proud of. and by wanting that and doing everything to be that, he's managed to heal himself. day by day. it hasn't been easy. but it has been worth it.)

(he still drinks, though. but never in front of Bea. and never more than a glass. he can't afford to go down that road right now. not with Bea.)

Bea meets Dick first. she's seven years old in a brand new school being run by her dad's college friend and her godmother, Kitty and Dick, fresh from his last tour in Iraq, is there to visit Kitty's boyfriend and fellow teacher, Harry, who is his old college buddy.

Bea likes Mr Winters very much and talks about him to Lew when she gets home

Dick, of course, is easily charmed by this precocious lil girl with an inquisitive nature and an oddly dry sense of humor. He's planning on getting a job in the school's administrative branch so he's there quite a lot. Bea always stops to talk to him, and he never fails to humor her. He rather enjoys her company.

Lew, otoh, is getting very jealous

all Bea can talk about is Mr Winters said this and Mr Winter said that and ooohhh did you know Mr Winters was a soldier? that's pretty cool

Lew has a 9-5 desk job. Bea doesn't think that's very cool.

bc of this, Lew does not like this Mr Winters on principle

All of Bea's godparents (George, Kitty, Lip, and Ron) and her Aunt Blanche think this is hilarious

Everytime Lew sees them, he grumbles about Mr Winters. This, of course, drives Kitty to find a way to introduce them.

so, during during the Parent Teacher Conference, Lew meets Dick. and he finds he does like Mr Winters after all. he likes Mr Winters a lot.

Dick, otoh, sees Bea light up and run into Lew's open arms, giggling when Lew peppers her face with kisses and raspberries, and immediately knows he is very much In Trouble.

Bea, being perceptive as she is, picks up on their mutual crushes on each other and thinks they're meant to be (she's right, of course) and immediately starts trying to push them together.

Bea: Mr Winters, do you like bad boys?

Dick, who most definitely has always had a thing for dark haired, rakish characters with hearts of gold and is also blushing very hard: Uh... sure I do

Bea: Great. Because my daddy is bad at everything.

it becomes Bea's mission to get her daddy and Mr Winters together

she doesn't have a plan for it. she just waits to throw them at each other at every opportunity until something happens.

she's very determined. Lew would stop and admire her ambition if only he wasn't busy fumbling into this new relationship with Dick while also doing his best to be a good dad.

and it's all very cute and fluffy and nothing bad ever happens ever bc this is my au, gdi, and i'm allowed to be as indulgent as i want, thank you.

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Bea twisted her ankle while training and now she can't move, she needs to stay home for a couple of weeks to recover, but she's not used to staying home and not training. To make her feel better, every day a gym leader will spend the day with her doing fun activities until her ankle recovers, she really appreciates the effort they're putting for her sake. She might consider taking a day off every once in a while to just relax and spend time with her friends

Bea worked herself too hard and got hurt. Big surprise there, but this time it’s actually kind of serious and if she doesn’t rest and let it heal, it can get much worse and stop her training all together. It’s painful, but she has to force herself to sit down and rest for a little bit. She hates it.

Milo comes by with some food, and while Bea sits in the dining room, he cooks up a nice meal for them and Allister. They have a nice time chatting and cooking together, even if Bea isn’t really doing much cooking.

Nessa comes by with plans to give Bea and impromptu spa day. She does Bea’s hair and fingernails (she’s not allowed to touch her feet. Bea is kind of like Toph from the Last Airbender in that sense.) Nessa brings facemasks and all that stuff. It’s not Bea’s thing, but it was a nice step out of the norm, and it was pretty relaxing.

Kabu shares her passion for training, so he understands how frustrated she may be. He comes over and talks to her about it. He shows her the things she likes to do when he takes a day off. He brings book he thinks she might like, and helps her relax.

Allister is by Bea’s side every day, all day. He just wants to help, and he might be frustrating her a little by trying to do everything for her. He means well, and Bea understands that. She appreciates his company, and that he’s showing her the things he’s interested in. It makes the time at home a little more bearable.

Opal comes over for a nice cup of tea with Bea. They talk, and Opal offers her a lot of advice. She teaches Bea to relax. She gets Bea to take her break in stride by telling her it was a great time to train her mind and do some self reflecting. Bea takes her advice seriously, and finally feels productive while stuck at home.

Gordie comes over with a video game. Bea isn’t a big video game player, but she does have some fun. It’s a fighting game, so naturally, she’s interested in it. Gordie gives her some advice, in terms of taking breaks and taking care of herself. He suggests that if she had taken more frequent breaks, then her injury wouldn’t have been so bad.

Melony comes over to take care of her. It’s kind of annoying and embarrassing, but Melony cleans up around the place since Bea isn’t able to get up and do it herself. She then sits and chats with Bea. Bea gets to vent and Melony listens patiently. She offers a bit of advice about using this time to relax and doing nothing can sometimes be productive if it’s in your best interest. She basically just comes over for a day and is a mom.

Piers comes over with two guitars. He said he couldn’t think of anything to do with her, so he decided to spend the day teaching her how to play the guitar if she was interested. She’s never backed down from a challenge, so she agrees. Piers is impressed with her progress, but getting used to the strings isn’t as hard for her as most beginners, since her hands are calloused enough for it not to hurt. Bea also talks on the phone to Marnie for a bit. It’s nice. She felt more productive today than most, and will consider continuing guitar lessons with Piers.

Raihan brings over several options. He brought some video games, a puzzle, and a stack of books. He offers to leave the books there for her to read. They’re really interesting. She accepts and thanks him. They do a puzzle together, which is just time consuming fun to take Bea’s mind off of her issue for a while. Raihan promises to bring over another, harder one next time. She wasn’t big on the video games, but she enjoyed the books and puzzles enough to let Raihan take some pictures and post them on social media.

Leon can’t stay for the whole day, though he wishes he could. He suggests giving Bea something to focus on that’s close to training. Strategy study. He has a bunch of old matches from the leaders and a few books to lend her. He shows her his method for studying strategies. They bounce idea off of each other while they’re there, and then he leaves with a “good luck and feel better. I hope we have a great match once you’re feeling better.”

Bea realizes that she has some pretty great friends and she comes out on the other side with a few new hobbies.

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day 10!! good morning!! thank you for wishing me happy birthday, you're so sweet<33 i did get it in eventually but was like 4 hours late for my other portfolio but its fine!!

i feel the same about my job, it just tedious and boring ish but money is money i guess

astroworld is like a nightmare come true for me, honestly i don't even like to think about the families bc it's so so horrible, i feel sick when i do. oo a wedding, that should be fun, maybe? i didn't get tickets for olivia in the end, the venue has a capacity of 5000 and there was 30,000 ppl in the queue ahead of me so that was never going to happen.

aw no i'm really sorry to hear that, i can't imagine how horrible that year must have been for you, to have to go in everyday. was online school a bit better? school really isn't the nicest place at all, my sister is kinda struggling atm, but homeschooling isn't really a thing here as much. i spent the majority of my classes with my head in a boolk and tried to get through it but i got in trouble with teachers constantly for reading even tho i never bothered anyone.

yeah i think when you don't do what you're "supposed" to be in school and just stay quiet they call you the "quiet smart one" i don't like it. i used to consider myself quite shy but i think honestly i'm just really content to be alone, i don't feel a lot of need to talk to people or friends all the time, it can be so draining. making friends in college is really fucking hard

i read such a good tomlinshaw harry potter au a while ago, it was super long and just so so good, idk if you read tomlinshaw, i used to hate having nick in fics but idk it just works

that's not too bad pain wise then, the healing process is tends to be a bit more painful for me anyways. it's the best thing when you can look at something like that and just be so happy with it, like it makes you smile. do you've any tattoos or just the piercings?

omg eight sisters wow, the chaos, bc i have two and they're noisy noisy, well we are noisy i suppose. and you're the youngest too!! are you close in age? or do you have a sister you get along with the best?

your car would crush mine, ahaha, nah i had to google yours too, i know nothing about cars, not a thing. i really like it! that's so lovely your grandad gave it to you! i've always wanted a big jeep or car, like if you know teen wolf, stiles' jeep, idk why

yeah she's insanely good, some other artist i listened to recced her songs on their insta story so i gave her a listen. she's pretty cool tbh. i love 2 songs from bea miller but i've never heard that one but i do know gracie abrams, she's great. loote tho, i don't know, i'll try look them up!

trumpet that's mad! such a random instrument. i play the guitar, badly and haven't gotten lessons in years but it's good fun

i'm so sorry to hear you hate college. were you made go or did you want to try it? the fear of failing and the lack of motivation is kind of ironic in a painfully horrible way, i really hope it gets better for you.

yeah i'm in college rn, we have to declare as we apply to college. i'm doing english with creative writing. took me ages to pick, but i was told to do what would make me happy, not what would garrantee a good job but make me miserable, so i do. some modules are better than others but it's a lot of writing

i love that your best friend came to see you!! it must be so nice to see her, especially if she lives in a different state. how'd you guys meet?

hope you have a great day!! really love talking with you!

- your ss <33

hii!

well, at least you go it done, very proud of you!

aw that sucks, hopefully you'll get to go to her show another time she goes on tour. or you get to go to all the other people concerts you wanted to see.

yeah school just isnt for me. i've never really liked it. i'm super shy and hate talking to new people and adults (Its amazing that i got the job at barnes and nobles lol). I would say my favorite years were middle school. I did like online better, the first year wasnt the best only bc the program i used and the one math teacher i had. but the next two years were good, i used a different program and really liked it.

I hated when they called me smart because i was quiet, i struggled so much in school. especially with math. and people always wanted me on their team when we did projects cause they felt like i knew everything since i didn't talk a lot.

I made two friends my first semester of college but we didn't stay in contact soo oh well. then i made another but then covid happen and we never saw each other again but i do have her on snapchat (I hardly use it though)

I don't read tomlinshaw, everything i've read has been larry with a past or side tomlinshaw/harry&nick. my friend read a fic where it had the original ending and an alternate ending, where louis ended up with nick and she said she actually liked that ending better lol. i don't care for nick, in fics or irl, i just never paid attention to him the way others do in the fandom. if he's in a fic then ok, if hes not then ok.

i don't have any tattoos, i want some but am so picky and scared i'll end up hating it.

it was very chaotic growing up with so many sisters. It's confusing and a lot of explaining but i would say i'm closest with my sister who is three years older than me. i'll explain more to you when ss is over cause its a lot to type on here. we are close in age, im the youngest at 20 and the oldest is 35.

i love teen wolf, i looove stiles. the question is though, stalia or stydia ?

my favorite songs by bea miller are burning bridges, that bitch, and hallelujah. i only listen to that one song by gracie abrams. and the song i mentioned before is my favorite song by loote.

trumpet was assigned to me by my teacher lol. we never played tho we just sat around the class and took notes.

for college, it was either get a job or go to college. bc my anxiety was so bad i didn't want to get a job so i went to college. i did take a semester off but i came back this semester bc i was literally doing nothing but sitting around. i only have one semester left so i might as well finish to get my associates degree.

i have always been very unmotivated in school but had a fear of failing lol, its not been fun to live with.

english w creative writing sounds fun. are you going to become a teacher or a author? or something entirely different?

we met in eight grade (the year before high school starts), she was transferred to my class a few weeks into the school year and we jsut clicked immediately. then in high school she moved around a lot but we always managed to stay friends and in contact. she only lives the next state over so i still see her a lot.

hope you have/had a great day too, i love talking to you <3