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emiplayzmc · 1 month ago

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YIPPEEE UNOWN RESEARCH SIDE QUEST!! Unown's are some of my fav Pokémon I wish there was more with them, he would totally research them hehehe. Rodger and Toodles being (assumedly) Galarian is awesome, I love Inteleon for Rodger as well oughhh. James Bond lizard..... he'd be best friends with Looker for sure 🙏🙏 Also TOODLES AND PEBBLE FEATURE YIPPEEEE :DD

OOO Teagan’s function is really fun hehe, since she's like an emergency feature would she be like, available to call via whatever the Rotom-feature is for this and then would come to your location, or would they be found in random spots in the region (kind of like the random PokéCenters / 'Marts in Sca/Vi except a person you can walk up to?). She could also maybe have a Hatterene (I was trying to think of another fancy Pokémon ^^") and I WAS gonna suggest Pheromosa, buut that's an Ultra Beast who I'm assuming not just anyone would have lol. Also Bobette having an Iron Bundle is so fittinggg, Ginger feels like she'd have a Froslass or a Glalie, Rudie *definitely* has a Stantler or Sawsbuck (or maybe even that evolution of Stantler from LA I keep forgetting the name of–) one of them has an Abomasnow or Mamoswine I feel it in my spine (ALSO I WAS JUST SEARXHING POKEMON NAMES ON GOOGLE AND YOU CAN CATCH POMEMON ON THE GOOGLE NOW WHAR THE HECK)

((ADDICTED TO THIS NOW BEST GOOGLE FEATURE))

Hmmm, for Yatta she could maybe be one of those trainers in some games that teach your Pokémon special moves specific to them! IK XY and Sw/Sh had them iirc but IDK if all the others do. Given how she wants to teach Poppy to do backflips / acrobatics it seems like she'd be the type to do that for Pokémon ^-^

Brightney feels like she would be Rodger's assistant, but maybe instead she's like a researcher NPC that you see in various places across the region, giving a bit of lore and facts about them? After spotting her at a few towns or landmarks she'll recognise you and see that your character likes learning about these things, and would maybe give you special items specific to that region that maybe relate to the area you found her in :D (like a landmark in a cold region of the game with a snow/ice themed powerup, or she and Finn could be the ones to teach you about fishing for Pokémon in the area where Finn's gym would be and she'd give you a fishing rod). Maybe there'd be like a dark cave-themed sidequest with her after so and so amount of times of seeing her where you're navigating through with her. She has a battle at the end of the side-quest, and considers you a friend by the end of it!

RnD feel like they'd be a fun one! Ooo since the whole region has a lot of hard battles, maybe they could be a double battle against a full team of six for every party — they both get a full team each. Fighting with your rival against them both (or solo with only your own team against both of theirs for a challenge). Maybe they could host one of those Battle Parlor-type things that you and your rival can take part in together where you move up ranks fighting against various NPCs, and they're the final battle at the end of it when you reach the highest rank!

Also YIPPEEE FOSSIL RESTORATION AND MORE MULTI-BATTLES!!

two different things related to pokédandy:

(i don't want to scrounge up the old reblog chain so new one)

i've been trying to come up with nicknames that all the Gym Leader Toons give their Pokémon

some notable examples:

Cosmo's Darumaka is called "Dumpling"

Finn's Barraskewda is called "Barnaby Jr." (because he's clearly not the original Barnaby)

Gigi's Purrloin is "Pawkit" (pocket + paw + kitten), her Weavile is "Snaggle" (snag + snaggletooth), and her Thievul is Robin (robbing + Robin Hood)... they're all stealing puns hehehe

Scraps's Smeargle and Goob's Grafaiai are named "Brushstroke" and "Fingerpaint" respectively, being different painting techniques used by those Pokémon

Flutter's Pokémon all have single-syllable names (Dash, Bounce, Toxx, Charge, and Dust)... no real reason for it except like. butterfly of few words (mute)

and Glisten's Sylveon is named "Beau", meaning handsome in French Kalosian and also sounds like bow. haha. also his Rapidash is named Joyride. i could not stop myself. ITS PERFECT LIKE CMON

i will talk about other thing in subsequent reblog(s) because i don't wanna say anything just this second i'm a wee bit busy and tired

PRAISE, MORE POKÉDANDY! :D

OOO HEHE I LOVE ALL THE NICKNAMES. Barnaby Jr. for Finn's Barraskewda is so cute raughhh, and I love the thievery nicknames for Gigi's Pokémon, she'd totally do that.

Also. Dumpling. Dumpling is so cute for the Darumaka is adorable I'm going to die. Heheh I love how Scraps and Goob nicknames theirs after the painting techniques used. Also BEAU IS ADORABLE AS WELL..... Glisten being Kalosian maybe is absolutely true 🙏 Also. Joyride. Heheheheheheh

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spreewilson · 2 years ago

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Nile Rodgers + Hitmaker

#nile rodgers #sw #chic

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calvin-af-crone · 5 years ago

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#Laura Rodgers #Australia SW Coast on Fire

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silverskull · 2 years ago

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Chenford + they all find out (what should have happened in 5.13)

THANK YOU ANON, for inspiring me!!! I didn't have anything to add to this ep until your ask got the brainwaves churning. I hope this is somewhat enjoyable for you! As far as I can tell, in 5x13 Lucy wasn’t wearing her ring, Nyla was drinking, and Nolan doesn’t have a record player - but this is The Rookie. If the fans can’t take the same artistic licence with the facts as the writers, then what are we even doing here? I did research Camogie teams in SW USA, and that much is accurate. Songs mentioned in this fic:

Jimmie Rodgers - Secretly

The Romantics - Talking in Your Sleep

***

Nyla had won the battle.

Both sets of parents were taking turns calming their sleeping children, exhausted but unsettled in the unfamiliar surrounds of Nolan’s guest rooms, but still the TV stayed tuned for Nyla. It wasn’t the football game, but some terrifying Celtic sport, women racing across a grass field, armed with carved sticks, almost zero body protection and a ball so small it might as well have been invisible. Lucy and Nyla had become so invested that Tim had to remove himself from the sofa before they conjured their own sticks out of thin air and used his head for practice.

He instead found himself perusing Nolan’s record collection, the soft jazz currently playing on the turntable soothing but boring, and the whiskey gently flowing through his system suggesting something more in the style of a live country recording. The selection of records was so surprisingly wide-ranging that he almost didn’t notice Angela sloping up beside him until she bumped his elbow and swiped the Jimmie Rodgers album out of his hands.

“In the mood for some ballads, huh?”

“Not particularly.” He nodded to her glass, picking out another record at random. “Not in the mood for Bailey’s wine?”

Angela scowled, flicking the album over and skimming the track list.

“I drew the short straw. Driving all the babies home if the power comes back.”

“Right.” He said nothing more, but she glared at him over her glass anyway, and he smirked into his whiskey.

At this point, he’d been around pregnant cops long enough to recognise the signs, particularly in the breakroom: consistent supplies of decaf coffee, unusual varieties of dips in the fridge, and large boxes of Tums stashed in every spare shelf and cupboard. The last clue was Angela turning down Nolan’s wine when Nyla was also not drinking, and making bad excuses to cover for it.

But it wasn’t his secret, and if she needed time, he’d give it to her.

“Work go late at the courts tonight?”

Angela started digging through the records, elbowing him out of her way as she replaced the Jimmie Rodgers and began flicking through the cardboard covers. He smothered a weary sigh.

“Not really. It’s pretty consistent.” Sip of whiskey to disguise the boredom. “Just making the most of the A/C at the station. Plus, I can leave earlier tomorrow if I cross off a few extra files today.”

Having found something that appealed to her, Angela slipped the record out of the cover, again shoving Tim out of her way as she moved to replace the jazz on the turntable.

“Well, it’s doing something for you. You’ve got a whole new pep in your step.”

Afraid he’d say something incriminating, he turned a grimace into a smile, covering with another drink from his glass.

“Maybe it’s all the extra sleep you’re getting,” she added.

Awkward pause.

“How’s Kojo dealing with the heat?” She didn’t look at him, flipping the glossy record over in her hands as she decided which side to play.

“He’s in daycare. They’ve got a generator and they’re running an overnight special until the power comes back.” At last, something innocuous to talk about.

��Poor little guy.” Angela sympathised.

“‘Poor little guy’? He’s better off than I am! Costs as much to keep him there as it does to stay at the Four Seasons.”

She snorted at him, replacing the jazz and finally dropping the needle onto the new record. Some vaguely recognisable 80s band began clamouring through the speakers with the distinctive drum reverb and slap bass of the decade, melodramatic romance lyrics accompanied by high-pitched analogue synth.

“The things we do for someone we love, huh?” She turned to him with her fists on her hips and a smirk on her lips. He swallowed.

“I…guess?” He glanced quickly out at the room, but Angela blocked him, stepping into his space and punching him softly on the arm.

“I’m not talking about the dog, dummy.”

“Well.. I…” he stuttered lamely, before shaking his head and glowering down at her. “Then what are you implying?”

“Same thing as last time, Pinky,” she answered swifty, leaning in closer and lowering her voice. “You and Lucy.”

Two shivers went through him suddenly - one warm and happy, the other thrilled and jittery. He hadn’t heard anyone link her name to him like that before, and that it was one of the few people he was most eager to tell was sending little pings of excitement throughout his system.

He swallowed nervously, an uncontrolled smile tugging at the corners of his lips and his eyebrows rising in unambiguous surrender to her implication.

Angela’s face changed too - her narrowed eyes widening and the knowing smirk dropping into a little gasp of surprise.

“Wait,” she whispered, grabbing his arm, “You… you’re- seriously?!” She bounced on the balls of her feet, waggling the glass in his hand precariously. “This is amazing! I knew it, I knew it! When did you- wait, what- no, tell me-”

He interrupted her with a shushing motion, jutting his jaw out at the crowded room behind her.

“We haven’t really told anyone yet, okay? Just… just give it some time.” He was grinning now, his eyes catching the sparkle of Lucy’s ring across the room as she ran her fingers through her hair.

“Fine. Fine.” Angela acquiesced with a theatrical sigh. “I won’t say anything. Yet.” She took a gulp from her water glass, clinking it against Tim’s whiskey along the way. “But you and I are going out for drinks ASAP, and you’re gonna tell me everything.”

Tim rolled his eyes at her, turning back to the record collection and making room for Angela to lean in beside him, flicking contentedly through the discs together.

***

“Hurling.”

“Not hockey?”

“Not hockey. But again, this one is camogie.” “Not hurling?”

“Ugh.” Nyla dropped her head wearily onto the back of the couch. “Can’t you just watch it and appreciate the skill?”

Lucy grinned, tapping her ring against her glass of tequila, and turning her attention back to the game on the TV.

“And there’s really nowhere to see it live in LA?”

“Not that I know of. My girlfriend plays down in San Diego. I’ll link you up with her if you wanna check it out sometime.”

“Mmm. That could be nice. Weekend road trip.” Lucy’s mind wandered from the game on the screen to a sunny drive along the coast, winding roads beside the ocean, salt breeze in her hair, and her hand laced across the console with Tim’s, his smile bright and his skin warm against her own.

She had clearly daydreamed too loudly, because when she clicked back into the present, Nyla was gazing over at her, a knowing smirk pinching the dimples in her cheeks.

“Chen. I’d never have reckoned you for a sports fan.”

Lucy could feel the heat rising along her neck, and she covered it with a dip of her head and a sip from her glass.

“I’m cultured! Besides, it turns out I might have some Irish ancestry back along the way…”

“Mm-hmm,” murmured Nyla, evidently not buying it. “Don’t we all.” She sat up straighter and tipped her glass towards the other side of the room, where Tim and Angela were huddled together over Nolan’s record player. “And it’s got nothing at all to do with Bradford’s sudden change of career, or your urgent need to get him back into the thick of things, huh?”

“No!” Lucy answered quickly - far too quickly. She blinked and bit her lip, dropping her eyes cagily to the coffee table in front of them, leaving down her glass and shuffling through the magazines for something to do with her hands.

“Girl.” She could feel Nyla’s eyes boring into the back of her head, and she sighed, taking a minute to compose herself before turning to look over her shoulder. “What makes you think you could ever get away with lying to me?”

Nyla spoke with humour, but there was truth in it too. Not only was she essentially Lucy’s UC mentor, but she was one of the most perceptive detectives Lucy had ever met, and the facts that she had pointed out about them weren’t exactly the paragon of subtlety.

“...Okay.” Lucy whispered at last. Nyla leaned forward, raising her eyebrows and opening her mouth, and Lucy grabbed her wrist hurriedly to silence her. “Okay, but shhh!”

“I’m ‘shh’, I’m sat!” Nyla argued, gesturing vigorously with her free hand. “Now spill!”

“Well-” Lucy stopped, suddenly stumped, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. “We’re… together. We have been for a while. We just wanted…I guess we just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a bit. See how things would play out.” “Right,” agreed Nyla, nodding wisely. “And given the game of Career Switcheroo we’ve been playing here tonight, I take it things are going well?”

“Oh my god!” Lucy groaned, gripping Nyla’s arm tightly. “It is amazing, Nyla! I don’t know why it took me so long to realise it, but…” she trailed off, running a hand through her hair as she smiled earnestly at Harper.

“You’re happy,” finished Nyla, chuckling and placing her hand on top of Lucy’s. “And clearly, so is he.” She leaned in close, knocking her forehead lightly against Lucy’s. “I’m really glad for you, you know? Both of you. You deserve this.”

Lucy didn’t think it was possible, but she felt her grin grow even wider, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’ at Nyla through her smile.

“Now.” Nyla pulled back, leaving her drink down on the table and rubbing her hands together pragmatically. She glanced quickly across the room at Tim, then leaned in close to Lucy, lowering her voice to a whisper. “This Fuji retirement situation? I think I have an idea…”

***

Unexpected though it had been, it had turned into quite a pleasant evening, and Nolan happily saluted Nyla and James as they swapped out with Wesley for baby-soothing duty.

Wesley sidled up to Angela, who was still guarding the record collection and humming softly to herself. He slipped his arms around his wife’s waist, pulling her into a gentle sway along the rhythm of the music. Angela smiled up at him, pecking him quickly on the lips before tucking her head under his chin and squeezing herself tightly against him.

“Aww… they really are super cute together,” Bailey murmured at his side. “I’m glad things are finally working out for them.”

“Me too.” Nolan agreed, circling his own arm around Bailey’s waist. “Between La Fiera and Elijah - not to mention everything in between - they’ve had it pretty rough.”

Bailey frowned up at him, confused. “Wait, Elijah’s after them now too?”

“Well… yeah?” Nolan paused to think, making sure he had the details straight. “Yeah. Since Wesley cut a deal with him to save Angela - you remember that?”

They both looked over at the couple dancing at the record player, swaying slowly in time with the music, then Bailey snorted loudly.

“I’m not talking about Angela and Wesley!” she laughed, poking him in the ribs. “I’m talking about them. Cuddled up on the couch.”

She tipped her head towards the sofa, the channels on the TV scrolling quickly through a variety of sporting fixtures as Lucy jabbed the remote mercilessly at the screen and Tim tried and failed to pull it from her hands.

Nolan pulled a face. “What, Tim and Lucy? No. No they’re just…”

As he watched, Tim finally got hold of the remote, pulling both it and Lucy into his chest, where she wheezed out a soft chuckle, punching him lightly in the stomach, before curling her feet up under her and nestling comfortably into his side. Tim swapped the remote into his other hand, reaching his free arm across the back of the couch and trailing his fingers down along Lucy’s back and through her loose hair.

“...Honey?”

Bailey tapped him gently under his chin, and Nolan realised that his jaw had fallen completely open in utter astonishment, and he clamped it shut with a snap, shaking himself out of his stupor.

“Wait, you really didn’t see that coming?” Bailey was gazing up at him, half amused, half concerned, her eyebrows all but forming a question mark on her face.

“I… I-I…” Nolan stammered, bewildered. “I honestly thought they didn’t even like each other! Tim used to be such an asshole to her, and Lucy did nothing but complain about him all the time. How has this happened?!”

“Oh, honey.” Bailey gave him a look of resigned compassion, pouting at his obvious naivety. “Even since I first met them, he’s always put her before everyone else; and she’s had him completely wrapped around her little finger.”

“How did I miss this?” he asked, still reeling. Bailey sighed heavily.

“Let’s just say your interpersonal skills lie in empathy and communication rather than gossip, hmm?” she suggested, turning his head away from the living room and back to face her. “And focus on a relationship you do know about?”

“Okay… Okay.” Still somewhat shaken, Nolan looked down at his girlfriend - his fiancée, he corrected himself - and decided that if anyone could take his mind off his failings as an off-duty detective, it was Bailey.

“Okay. But if anyone else in this group starts dating, give me a heads up before they start making out on my couch? Please?”

Bailey chuckled in amusement, and pulled him in for a kiss.

***

“What are you doing?” Tim grumbled, shuffling distractedly in his seat.

“Getting myself comfortable!” Lucy said, digging her fingers further behind his back and into the cushions.

“It feels like you’re trying to give me spinal surgery - again. And I would know.” Tim glowered at her, the way his arm tightened around her shoulder belying his surliness. “Can’t you just settle down and watch the game?”

“I was watching the game - you changed the channel,” she argued, her fingers finally finding the edges of the post-it notes she’d been searching for behind him.

“That was a battle, not a game. And it was over.” Tim corrected her, pointing the remote at the screen for emphasis.

“Well, it was a lot more interesting than watching overly-padded men racing towards another ad break,” she countered.

“Trust Nyla to finally lure you into sports - but only something niche and obscure.”

Having finally tucked the last of the stray post-its securely into her back pocket, Lucy curled her arm around Tim’s back, tickling her fingers against the base of his neck, his hair prickling pleasantly against her fingertips.

She settled against him comfortably, the TV droning on in the background in a buzz of light and colour. The air was cool and his body was warm, and gentle strains of light Latin rumba drifting across from the record player lulled her into a cosy state of drowsiness.

“Hey.” Tim shook her gently, his lips brushing against her forehead. “You wanna get out of here? Go home?”

Lucy blinked sleepily, murmuring into his shoulder, “Power’s not back yet, I’ve set a notification. We’ll have no light.”

Tim grinned, raising his eyebrows playfully. “I happen to know someone who has about three hundred candles. We’ll have plenty of light.”

“Oh yeah?” Lucy was more alert now, sitting up straighter and running her fingers along his chest. “And what about the heat? How are we gonna stay cool?” Tim shrugged. “I was thinking of picking up a bag of ice-cubes along the way. I have a few ideas.” His mischievous grin set off a flurry of butterflies in her tummy, and before she could think twice about it, Lucy had stood, pulling him up off the couch with her and grabbing her duffel bag from beside the record player.

Angela and Wesley stopped dancing to watch them, Wesley politely bemused and Angela with a sly smirk spreading across her face.

“Where’s the fire, Chen?”

“No fire,” Lucy answered airily, “We’re just gonna call it a night.” She grabbed Angela’s hand, pulling her into a sideways hug and whispering into her ear, “Thank you for the assist.”

Angela nodded, silently sliding the crumpled post-its from Lucy’s hand into her own pocket. “No problem.” She grinned at Tim over Lucy’s shoulder. “You two have a good night.”

Tim scowled back at her, marching towards the door and yanking it open briskly as Lucy bade a hurried farewell to Nolan and Bailey.

She threw her bag into the backseat and started the engine quickly, and within three minutes they were on the open road and racing towards Elmhurst Drive and her apartment. The night was still hot, but Lucy knew the heat tingling along her skin had almost nothing to do with the temperature of the sweltering air, and everything to do with the man in the truck ahead of her.

And even as part of her schemed and plotted to clear a path for him from courts to metro, the rest of her shivered in anticipation of yet another night together with him.

Because regardless of where he ended up in the LAPD, she was fast coming to realise that the one place she knew she always wanted him to be was right.

by.

her.

side.

#chenford #chenford fic #my fic #ask fic

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lilythecattt · 3 months ago

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*Update on the 9 Slugcats (First ask only added two, BUT THE SECOND ADDED SEVEN. HOLY-)

[🍫]: “We decided to split up who looks after which Slugcats!”

[🍫]: “I’ll be looking after the One with Gills, Gourmand, and the Green One… Boxten will look after Monk, Survivor and.. Sofanthiel? I hope I said that right.”

[🍓]: “I’ll watch the Pinkish-one, the Red—and this little troublemaker.”

*He holds up an angry purple-slugcat. It pokes him with its ‘spear’.

[🍓]: “Oww… So this is why cat owners have so many scratches—”

*The Red One is about to eat a rock it (somehow?) found in Shelly’s room, Sprout suddenly drops the purple one.

[🍓]: “HEY! No! Bad! Bad-”

*He ducks as a bomb flies right over him into a wall.

*…While Sprout deals with that, Cosmo adds:

[🍫]: “We’re also having Rodger help Sprout keep his ‘Scugs’ in check!.. he left a minute ago to get something…”

*Cosmo pauses…

[🍫]: “Shelly’s helping me with my Slugcats!… We just need to figure out how to keep this Red one out of her room.”

#SW!Cosmo Answers #SW!Sprout Answers #SW!Boxten #SW!Rodger #rain world slugcat #dandy’s world askblog #dandys world askblog #dw askblog #dandy’s world au #dandys world au #dw au #dandy’s world #dandys world #dw sprout #dw cosmo #dandy’s world sprout #dandy’s world cosmo #I’m sure having an explosive-alien critter and a purple pokey one in the same vicinity will end well!#Also I have a feeling the pinkish-red one might also be explosive but i’m not sure

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givemetherapyimawritingtravesty · 5 years ago

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HE MOVED IN - SW Coops fluff

So I’ve been surprisingly motivated today, so I wrote a quick little drabble about how the team found out Remus moved in, hope you enjoy! As always, credit to the amazing @lumosinlove for the characters and universe that I can’t believe isn’t actually real because my heart is so attached to these cute hockey boys.

“Kickoff is in 4 minutes, hurry up Cap!” Finn yells from his place on the floor in front of the TV. The team was over at Sirius’ house to watch the early afternoon football game, the Texans at Green Bay.

“If you don’t get your ass down here, I’m taking over the couch!” Dumo playfully threatens.

“I’m here I’m here, jeez.” An exasperated Sirius says, traipsing down the last few stairs. He makes himself comfortable leaning against the armrest and lounging, feet up on the couch, taking up all but the small space where Dumo sat like a normal person at the other end of the couch.

“Jeez? Your starting to sound like Loops.” James laughs.

“Where is the boyfriend? His Green Bay Packers are playing.” Talker adds.

“Yeah” Dumo teases, nudging his feet, “Didn’t you invite your Remus to watch the game?”

“I did. He wasn’t feeling well so he slept in is all.” Sirius says nonchalantly.

“Poor kid. So, who do you think is gonna win today?” Dumo inquiries.

“Honestly,” Sirius starts as there is a rustling heard from upstairs, “Aaron Rodgers has been on a hot streak lately and-“

“Baby?” Remus’ groggy voice comes from the bottom of the stairs. The team all turn their heads, eyes wide, James shooting Sirius a disbelieving look of surprise.

“In here sleepy head!” Sirius calls from his spot on the couch, and turning back to the team he continues, “And I think that the Packers have a good shot at… Hey, feeling any better, Re?” He quickly sets his attention on the sleepy man before him.

Remus shakes his head and whines as he collapses on top of Sirius’ chest, snuggling his head in below his chin and tucking his arms beneath himself, oblivious to anyone else in the room, “‘m cold. You left me.” He pouts.

“Never.” Sirius replies, wrapping his arms around the man. “Comfy?” He asks, but his boyfriend is already asleep in his arms. With a dopey smile, Sirius places a soft kiss into sandy curls. He turns his attention back to everyone else, who are all still staring wide-eyed at the sight before them, “They have a good shot with the Texans wide receiver, Cooks was it, coming back from an injury and… Why the hell are you all staring at me like that?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” James starts in, mock offended, “Could have to do with the sleeping man on your chest who presumably just came down from YOUR BEDROOM.”

Sirius blushes, but before he can retort, “Did he sleep here?” Kasey starts in, all but yelling. “SHIT, DID HE MOVE IN?! Did you not tell us?! When did this happen?!”

“Shh. Tais-toi, ne réveille pas mon loup!” Sirius whisper yells, still blushing and placing another soft kiss to Remus’ head and tracing soft shapes into his back with light fingertips.

“Mon loup, eh?” Dumo teases from the other end of the couch, eliciting a few laughs from some of the French speaking teammates.

“Shut up and watch the game, kickoff is starting.” Sirius is blushing furiously now, his cheeks and ears beat red, burying his nose into his boyfriend’s untamed curls.

The team smirks but turn their attention back to the TV. Finn leans back into Logan to ask, “What is ‘moan loop’?”

“Oh je parie qu'il gémit ‘Loops’.” Leo mutters, and Logan bursts out laughing.

“You’re terrible.” Logan mumbles to Leo, “And you’re terrible at French.” He places a kiss on Finn’s cheek.

“Wait, now what did Peanut say?” questions a curious Finn.

“We’ll explain later, pay attention to the game, Fish.” Logan smiles.

Kasey glances back at the boys cuddled on the couch, “He’s so precious when he’s sleepy, just look at him.” He coos as half the team takes a look back and murmur their agreements.

Sirius’ blush reforms across his cheeks and he tightens his grip around the sleeping man in his arms, “My Remus.”

***

French translations (I used google translate so I hope they were accurate lol):

Sirius: Be quiet, don’t wake my wolf!

Leo: Oh I bet he moans ‘Loops’.

#Sweater Weather lumosinlove #Sweater Weather #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #remus x sirius #WOLFSTAR FLUFF #wolfstar #lumosinlove #kasey winter #james potter #finn o'hara #leo knut #logan tremblay #Leo is making dirty comments #cute and possesive Sirius #Dumo #Pascal dumias #o'knutzy

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years ago

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Sunday 12 June 1836

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no kiss fine morning F57° at 8 ¾ am breakfast at 9 to 9 ¾ - for ¼ hour before and afterwards from 9 ¾ to 12 5 writing out in rough business Letter book copies of letter from 5 January to 19 inclusive of this year and the 2 business letters sent yesterday to Messrs. Rodgers and sons and to William O- Esquire - A- and I read prayers to my aunt and Cookson and Oddy and George in ½ hour at 12 ¼ and sat a little while with my aunt - A- had luncheon at 1 and I sat with her - off to the school at 2 10 - I sat in the carriage 25 minutes while A- was at the school - a little hoarseness in my throat reading prayers this morning that I could not catechise the poor children with ease - Mr. Wilkinson did all the duty - preached 28 minutes from 1st Epistle general of Peter iv. 18 Cookson and Oddy walked to Lightcliffe church (1st time) and sat behind Mr. SW- having given Mr. Hird notice that I should now want the pew - A- and I an hour at Cliff hill - home at 6 ½ - dinner at 6 40 coffee - out at 8 A- till 8 ¾ (in the walk) and I afterwards till 9 ½ at the Lodge and about then with my aunt from 9 ¾ for ½ hour A- and I - wrote the above of today till 10 20 at which hour F53° fine day, but lowering between one and 2, and 2 or 3 little showers - very fine as we came home from Cliff hill, and very fine evening

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whumpasaurus101 · 4 years ago

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19th April, Plant Day!

I cannot tell you how tempted I was to write abt fungi but I didn’t want @brutal-nemesis to kill me :) so I can safely say that there is no fungi do not worry :D

Cw: plant whump / ‘stabbing’ sort of / deep cuts / caretaking after / fluff / angst / my gaey boys not having a good time tbh / Alicia being a bitch as usual /

Asher wasn’t happy. He was in Alicia’s house and Jack was right at her feet, kneeling. She raked her hands through his hair. Aaher looked at her in disgust from where he knelt, far away from them both. Why did Rodger have to leave him with this bitch? He would have prefered anyone, anyone over her. Jesus, he’d rather stick a fork in his own fucking eye than be here.

“Anyways,” Alicia sighed, “I want to go to the garden centre to revamp this house and whatnot and the two of you can come if you behave, Asher, I’m looking straight at you. Think of all the fun you could have if you don't throw a fucking tantrum, huh? I’ll even let you two go off for a bit if you're good. But keep in mind, I throw knives like a fucking champ so if one of you decides to try and run, you’ll get a knife in your fucking neck, understood?”

The garden centre was huge, Asher’s eyes lit up as he saw the building. And then there were people, normal people, not sick psychos! Couples, families, you name it! A sudden yank ripped Asher from his thoughts as Alicia pulled back on his top. He stumbled back and Alicia spoke in his ear, “Listen up big boy, you make one single sound to any other people and I will fucking kill you, got it?” Asher quickly nodded, scared to speak.

She forced a smile, “Good, now, let’s not waste any time!” The three walked into the centre, Asher standing in between the pair as he was least trusted. Alicia had her handbag rested against her forearm as she strode in.

There were plants everywhere. Some crawled up the wall, some hung from the ceiling and some were neatly potted and shelved. Asher, completely lost in his thoughts, didn't realise how fast he was walking until Alicia yanked him back, “What the fuck did I just tell you?!” Asher lowered his head, “Sorry.”

Both Jack and Asher followed Alicia obediently as she strolled around the store. Eventually, she had had enough. “Alright, alright! You're starting to piss me off! Just- just- ugh, just go -and stick together. But I swear that if either one of you tries something funny, I will slit both of your throats. Asher looked to Jack who smiled at him. He followed him to the outside area as they held hands in front of them so Alicia couldn't see.

Jack pulled Asher into a corner that was hidden by trees and kissed him gently, wrapping his arms around his waist. Asher chuckled, “Nothing funny, huh?” Jack smiled, “Fine, we can just stop you know, look at these… trees?” Asher chortled, snorting slightly at the end. He traced his hand against Jack’s cheek and jaw, rubbing it slightly, feeling the short stubble.

He brought Jack’s face closer and pecked him on the nose. Jack brought Asher’s hips closer, they kissed again as Jack raked his hands through Asher’s hazelnut hair. “What. the. Fuck?” They both pulled away with a jolt.

Alicia stood there, gobsmacked, “I-you.” She couldn’t form any other words than, “What the fuck.” Asher couldn’t breathe, “Pl-please don’t tell Rodger!! Please!!” That’s when Alicia smiled and chuckled, looking at Jack, “So you’re into Asher, huh? You like the ‘bad boys’?” Jack gulped, blinking fast, “Alicia, please! I-”

Alicia slapped him hard across the face, “I asked you a fucking question!” Jack whimpered. Asher looked in shock, finding himself frozen in shock. “Yes! Okay! I love him, I mean, what is there not to love about him? He’s perfect! He’s brave and he’s handsome. He’s there for me when I need him and he makes me happy every fucking day!”

Asher felt his cheeks flush a deep red. Alicia looked at him blankly, “How sweet. But you know this is simply just not allowed.” The two boys gulped. “Alicia plea-”

“Shut up!!” Asher flinched as she took a step towards him, caressing her sharp nails scraping against his cheek, “Now, now Asher, you know he’s way out of your league!” She cackled, “I mean, what’s the fucking age gap?” Asher clenched his jaw. Her thumb’s nail slightly pressing into his cheek as he let out a yelp.

“Alicia,” Jack raised his voice. Alicia turned to him, nails still digging into Asher’s skin. “Please, he didn’t-”

“You know what?” Alicia sneered, “I don’t think you understand. You are mine and Asher is Rodger’s. You are not permitted to even touch him.” Her grip tightened as blood now ran from Asher’s cut.

“I know, I know, Alicia, please, don’t do this, it was all my fault! I started this! He still doesn’t understand the rules!” Alicia sighed, yanking her hand away, making the cut bigger. “No, he doesn’t, but he will.”

Asher had no clue what she meant until an hour later when he was tied to a chair in Alicia’s kitchen. Alicia circled him, shopping bag in hand. “Have you ever heard of a honey locust?” Asher just glared at her in response, dried blood stuck to his cheek form earlier. “No?” She hummed, taking out what looked like branches of a tree. “Hmmm, well, I was going to give these to Rodger to use them on you, but I guess I can just get more and use these bad boys now!!”

Jack pulled at his cuffs which kept his hands right at the fridge’s handle, “Alicia I-“

“SHUT UP!!!!” Both boys flinched at how loud Alicia was. “Stop sticking up for your bitch all the time! You are mine and he is Rodger’s. And the bast way for you to understand things is to hurt people that you love.”

And with that, she got a thorn and quickly moved it down Asher’s collarbone, leaving a dark red line which blood fell from. Asher let out a howl of pain. His restraints left him unable to double over and protect himself.

Alicia snickered, “Oof, that’s a deep one. Oops?” She did the same thing on the exact another side. This continued until deep gashes covered his abdomen.

When she got bored, she picked up the thorns one by one, piling them into her hand. She dropped the branch and grinned at Jack. She approached a trembling Asher and traced one of the sharp thorns all across and down Asher’s arm, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin.

Without warning, she quickly stabbed a thorn straight into his arm. He yelled, he couldn’t take all of this pain. “P-please, no more! I- AGH!” He was interrupted when she poked another one right under the previous thorn. He felt his vision starting to blur.

Alicia, noticing he was starting to blackout, decided it was enough, for now. “Oh what now? No ‘smart comments’? You see, after a while, I do start to miss them. Its quite satisfying to be honest! You know, Rodger being unable to control his mutt while Jack just sits right at my side like a good bitch.”

Asher saw Jack flinch through his blurred vision. Jack had never heard Alicia call him that. It was always Rodger who did, never Alicia. Did she prefer Asher? No, no, she couldn’t! She loved Jack… right? He looked to the two, Alicia was running a hand through Asher’s hair with a smile as the other’s head lolled to the side as he slowly drifted out of it.

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Jack was allowed to clean Asher’s wounds. He had a tweezers and was trying to pluck the thorns out from Asher’s delicate skin. Asher let out painful moans as he rocked back and forward. Jack blinked away his tears, “Ash- Asher please, I need you to stay still.” Asher did but once the tweezers were back on the last thorn, he flinched. Jack rolled his eyes, “ASHER! I NEED YOU TO FUCKING-” He froze the minute Asher’ tear-stained face and puffy eyes turned to him. He looked as if he was about to absolutely ball crying.

“Asher, oh my god, Asher, I am so sorry!” Asher blinked and the tears followed. They streamed down his cheeks as his chest rose and fell fast. He whimpered and bit his lip to stop himself from sobbing. “Asher, please I- I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry!!”

Asher sniffed and blinked rapidly, “ ‘s alright, y-you didnt m-mean to.” Jack’s heart felt heavy but he had to keep cleaning the wounds before Alicia would come in and make some snarky comments. “This is going to sting- wait, I might have some pain killer I can give you, mkay?”

Asher nodded weakly. “Alright, give me a second.” He got up out of the empty bath they sat in and walked to the bathroom cabinet. He scanned through the shelves and his eyes landed on one of the orange containers.

He opened it up and poured two pills into his palm. He then got a glass and filled it with water, knowing the water from the bathroom probably wasn’t the best but it was better to get rid of all of the pain Asher was in already.

He handed Asher the pills and glass. Asher looked at him, waiting for a nod of approval before putting the pills in his mouth and washing them down with the water. “Th-thank you” His voice was hoarse. Jack wiped tears of his own and sat back behind Asher.

Asher’s flinches were less violent. Jack smiled, knowing that his love was in less pain. No- no, not his. Rodger’s. The heaviness settled in his heart once more. Surely there was some way of keeping Asher. Keeping? What the hell was wrong with him?! Maybe he didn’t deserve Asher. Maybe it was for the best.

He looked down as he felt Asher’s back press against him. He was asleep. His adorable face looked so peaceful. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t in pain. His angry face was relaxed and the usual crease in his eyebrows was gone.

Jack gently traced his cheek with his finger. His scar had been reopened and looked painful. After a few moments of peace, Alicia burst through the door, “Jesus fucking Christ, you cant keep your hands off him, can you? After what he went through because of you!” Jack’s head snapped up to her, “Alicia, please, let him sleep, he never sleeps! Please, I’ll do anything!” Alicia fake smiled at him for a moment before shoving her arms under Asher’s arms and dragging him out of the bathtub. Asher let out a yell of shock as he was brought out of his sweet peaceful dreams back to this phscho bitch.

“Alicia, leave him, alone, please!” Alicia just giggled in excitement, “No way, this is a fun thing to play with. You two think you're so in love. But none of you knows what love is!” Asher hung his head in shame and embarrassment. Jack noticed, he knew that Asher had absolutely no memories of his childhood, he didn't know what love was. Jack felt terrible.

Alicia looked between the pair with a shit-eating grin, “Well, you guys must be tired! Asher, you can sleep on the floor in the kitchen. Jack, you're sleeping in with me!” Jack knew better than to refuse. Asher was dragged out of the room and Jack was left sitting in the bathtub, waiting for Alicia to come and show him who he really belonged to.

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