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weministertomonsters · 1 year

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Orc (Oak) x human female reader ~ Part 1

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The air bites at your skin and you can see each puffing white cloud of your breath as you struggle to keep your numb fingers curled around the handles of the basket of wood chips. The first thing you hear is the chatter of talking women and second, the crack of Ms. Markely's cane.

"Faster!" Ms. Markely snaps, and someone howls in pain.

"Oh, Ms. Markely, do have some pity on her," one of the women tuts. "She's just a girl."

"She's twelve, old enough to know that if she doesn't help fill her family quota, it will be her plate going empty," Ms. Markely sneers back. "The sooner you're done, girl, the sooner you can leave, so continue carding that wool. I don't want to see a single tangle when you're through."

Ms. Markely turns her ungainly body, rustling in her crisp skirt, and spots you.

"Come now, stoke the fire. We're all freezing," she commands.

You do as she asks, glad to have a reason to crouch beside the warm fireplace. You can't linger for long, however, and as soon as you're done you move over to the corner where the young girl crouches, untangling sheep's wool. Her face is dirty and smudged where fresh tears have run. A scruffy kitten lies sleeping on her lap. She smiles when you take a stool to sit on and begin to help her.

"My name is Ann, what's yours?" She asks.

You tell her your name and inquire about the kitten. "Is she yours?"

"Not really but she's a stray so Momma said I could keep her."

You make small talk for a while but soon fall into companionable silence. You daydream about the things you would rather do. Sleep, for one. And make clothes for people as a seamstress instead of being confined to carding wool, a job that has no room for creativity and design.

Everyone has been carding and spinning wool since morning, and the cold makes backs ache and fingers protest even more than usual but no one complains. For many, this is the only way they can ensure food on their tables and grain in their bins during the long winter months.

"How much longer?" Ann whispers, scratching at her hair.

You shrug a shoulder and wince at the throbbing pain that you're reminded of. You had gone out to chop wood in the shed earlier and since you had wanted a substantial amount, you were probably swinging that heavy axe for longer than you should have.

With this weather, it's hard to know the time, as the dusky light filtering through the dirty windows could either mean early morning, late evening, or anything in between. At the speed at which you're forced to work, a single hour feels like so much more.

"Ms. Markley, when will we go for a break?" Ann asks, "I need to pee."

"When you've darned that basket of clothes," Ms. Markely says, pointing.

In a place like this, there's always extra work to do. Ann groans loudly and scrambles out of the way of Ms. Markely's swiping cane.

"Don't let me catch you slacking off or you'll stay an extra hour," the woman warns sternly.

No one can complain. More than half of the young women are unmarried, meaning they have no one to rely on. Others are apprentices for various jobs that have nothing to do in the winter, so the wealthy families in the town offer food and board and a small stipend in exchange for their labor.

Ms. Markely is in charge of everything, so no one dares stand against her. Not even if you needed to piss, like poor Ann. Outside, the clop of horse hooves draws nearer and Ms. Markely peers outside, smoothing her stiffly starched collar.

"The delivery man is here for the wool," she says. "You there, go and help load the bags out."

She's looking at you over her beak-like nose. You've been living with her for over two months and she still can't recall your name. You stand quickly, wincing as your knees protest. The damn cold. It's bearable though because you get to see Oak, so you hurry out before Ms. Markely changes her mind.

You've been friends with Oak for a while now, ever since the Summer Festival when you drank too much mead and made a fool out of yourself dancing on a table and he was daft enough to call the incident a cute mishap.

"Hurry!" Ms. Marekly snaps unmercifully. "The horse will need to eat before its rounds as well s you might as well feed it while you're out there. Can't expect that man to do everything."

"Yes, Ms. Markely." You sigh and dip into a small curtsy before stepping outside, bracing yourself for the cold, and yet you're still unprepared for how brutally cold it is.

The sunlight reflecting on the snow hurts your eyes and you blink until they adjust. Oak comes twice a week to take the spun wool to the warehouse, where it is then shipped off to fairer lands where the woolen clothes are worn for fashion more than anything, or so you've heard.

Oak is also a farmer and even owns a plot of land. That alone makes him considerably well-off but it has got to be a lot of work to manage a farm, although you haven't asked him about it because you don't want to seem nosy.

You pause for a moment to watch him haul bales of hay out of the cart he brought along for the horse. Ms. Markely pays for that hay, which is fed to the horse Oak takes to the warehouse. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing inky tribal tattoos, which makes you wonder how he isn't freezing.

His ears are studded with bronze rings and his shiny hair- even longer than yours, is loose around his neck to retain body warmth. He's an orc but that never made him anything less in your eyes; in your opinion, he's more handsome than most of the men you know. He looks up and catches you staring and calls out your name, beckoning you over. You blush and hurry forward.

"Hey. Let me help you with those," you murmur, grabbing the rough rope looped around a hay bale.

"They're almost half your size, doll, and rather heavy. Don't worry about it," he says, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

He knows you're going to insist on helping anyway. You work in tandem to take them into the shed, which doubles as a storeroom. He carries two at a time and could probably carry more if he had extra hands. You half-carry and half-drag two bales in, proud of your small accomplishment.

Once the last of the hay has been brought in and the horse is fed, an awkward pause comes between you as you stand in the shed. It's nearly impossible not to look at him. You clasp your hands together and blow on them, rubbing to try and wake your fingers up.

"Let me," Oak says, reaching out to take your hands between his.

His body runs hot and his palms instantly warm your hands. Idly, you think about what a cozy bedmate he would make. You wouldn't need to layer several dresses on to stay warm. You could just snuggle up against his big body.

His thumbs stroke over the backs of your newly awakened hands and you shiver. The veins running up his arms give you butterflies in your stomach. Oak is strong enough to yank young trees up by their roots and yet gentle enough to hold a newborn kitten with tender care. It makes you wonder how his touch would feel on you.

He calls your name and you jerk your gaze up to his face. Life up in the icy north is rough on everyone but the crow's feet that appear when he smiles have a sort of elegance that makes it impossible to guess his age accurately. His orcish smile and boyish gaze don't help either.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" You stammer.

"I said, you look rather thin and pale. Have you been eating enough?"

You bite your lip and look down. "My work keeps me busy," you murmur. "I'm often too exhausted to eat when I get home."

"That's no good," he murmurs. "You know, I packed breakfast today. I still have some of it left over."

"Oh no, please don't bother," you stammer and he shakes his head, looming above you with a concerned frown.

"I do bother, doll. I want you healthy and happy, and you're neither right now."

You try to explain, but he's already striding out of the woodshed, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the door frame.

You wait, nervously imagining how mad Ms. Markely would be when she realizes you haven't returned yet and the ideas she'll get in her head about what took you so long... With any luck, she'll be too busy scolding someone to notice your absence. Oak enters the shed again, holding out a parcel of brown paper.

"It's not much but it's better than nothing," he says, all smiles again.

"Oh, I can't take your food," you say, but he's already unwrapping the package.

There are thick pieces of meat and cheese in there, along with a raisin bun. It's been weeks since you had anything other than bread and lukewarm soup. You bite your lip as the smell wafts over you.

"I know you are all working hard, but that woman seems to go harder on you than the rest as if she hates you. I can't help but worry," he says. "Don't let her walk all over you, okay?"

He breaks off a piece of the bun and holds it up to your mouth. Your embarrassment almost gets the better of you but you're very hungry, so you give in and let him feed you. Even though the bun is a little stale, it's the best thing you've ever eaten. The meat and cheese taste even better, deliciously pungent and salty.

When he has given you the last piece of meat, he's about to withdraw his hand when you grab it and lick the sugar from the raisin bun off his fingers, stomach satisfied and rumbling slightly with the richness of the food.

"I like your food," you mumble.

"And do you know what effect that has on me?" He says, his voice low and soft and upset. "You can't just go around licking my fingers, doll. I've only got so much self-control."

You drop his hand and back away sheepishly. "I... Sorry. That wasn't intentional."

"I'm hardly angry." His hand remains at his side and you wish he'd wipe it off.

Anything to burst the bubble of tension that has appeared between you. You still can't believe you licked his fingers. You stare at each other for a moment, at loss for words. He isn't even a little put off by your actions and some hidden part of you is curious about what will happen if you do it again.

"Where is that girl?" Ms. Markely suddenly shouts somewhere outside, bringing both of you back into the present with a bang. Oak draws back, tugging on his ear.

"I..." He clears his throat. "I have to go. Will I see you next week?"

You nod, licking your lips where the flavor still lingers. His gaze falls to them and his jaw clenches.

"I guess I'll see you then," he says. "Now take this and buy yourself something proper to eat for dinner."

He presses a couple of coins into your hand and ducks through the door, giving you no time to give it back. Your heart soars with joy and so much more as you slip it into your pocket and hurry out of the shed. Oak is hitching up the horse and you wave before you duck inside. Luckily for you, Ms. Markely has found a new target, waving her cane around and yelling about how to properly card and spin wool. You sense some of the women eyeing you with knowing suspicion but that's a concern for later.

For now, you sit and pick a new basket of wool to card, your stomach filled and heart warm.

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strigital · 3 years

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Do tell about Nim, I couldn’t find much info about her through your blog and I am dying to know more about this werewolf lady

well grab a pint and sit yo booty down, cause our bard of the evening tonight is Nim and she's drunk as all hell and ready to weave some outrageous stories!! 🍻

in all seriousness, thank you for asking! 😭💗 she came about back in ye oldie days of hype over the 11th of november 2011, and since then refuses to give up the title of my fav oc!!

now, a Paarthurnax would say: lets-a go!

a quick recap of the events in Skyrim:

Naali Saryn was born sometime in 4E 130 on mainland Morrowind as a result of a quick fling between an unknown Dunmer girl and Lucien Lachance and Kassandra Saryn's (The Hero of Kvatch's) son.

Sometime in that year, the baby was found aboard a ship bound for Raven Rock and when no one came forth to claim her a couple of elderly and childless ash yam farmers decided to take her in until her family was found.

The family, of course, was never found, and so they raised her as their own for the next sixteen years. They called the girl Nim - short, sweet, meaningless, and easy to shout out into the fields where the little brat is out adventuring when the house chores are yet to be done.

Nim grew up alongside her best friend Teldryn (don't believe his tales about his past, there's a reason why he wears a helmet in his hometown). For years the kids dreamt of leaving Raven Rock behind and making it big in the big city. And idea which really annoyed Nim's ol' Nana, who believed that everything needed for a simple happy life was right here on Solstheim.

After one particularly nasty fight with Nana about the ordeal, Nim gathered a bag of things and slipped out in the dead of night to catch an early morning ship with Teldryn.

They stuck together for a while then went on their separate merry ways. He - to Blacklight, she - to Leyawiin. Once in the wild, Nim had to quickly figure out her place in the pecking order. The romantic life of crime seemed to be the most attractive for her, but getting on top could never be easy. Especially for a young, inexperienced, and naive girlie. So she ended up running with the wrong kind of crew. Ended up in some truly dark places. Barely got out alive. Learned from her mistakes. Wore the scars of abuse like armor and made sure that since that day no one in this world or any other would play her for a fool, use her or put a finger on her without her permission.

By the time she turned fifty, Nim was well known amongst certain circles as the kind of scoundrel, thief, bard, and wench one should not trifle with. But her luck had to eventually run out, and so it did on the night of the fabled Umbacano Mansion heist, which failed so badly Nim had to either leave Cyrodiil or end up in a Thalmor owned torture chamber.

Skyrim seemed like a perfect place. After all, in a kingdom torn apart by the civil war, no one would even notice yet another greyskin refugee, right? Well, the Thalmor did. And so she ended up on a cart bound for Helgen to have a date with an executioner. But then Alduin showed up to crash the party before he himself got rudely interrupted by another dragon, who swooped in to save the Last Dragonborn.

After the narrow escape, Nim concluded her duty to warn Balgruuf of the dragon threat and went on to start a new career as a merc with the Companions. She and Aela became fast friends and when the prospect of joining the Circle came up she gladly accepted a sip of her new sister's blood. To never again be helpless and weak? To rip apart any fool who'd take her for just another elf wench who can't put up a fight? Well of course it was worth giving up the ability to sleep and having to get used to all smells suddenly becoming ten times worse!

After that Mirmulnir showed up and ended up as another ornament above the throne in the Dragonsreach. And Nim got stuck with a title which she would wear with great discontent for years to come.

Eventually, she ceased trying to run away and hide from her destiny, accepted her role as the Last Dragonborn, and begrudgingly began her quest to save the world. On her journey, she met and became tight friends with Yollokmir and Alasil who taught her how to speak, fight and fly like a dragon. With their help she inherited Konahrik's legacy: his mask embued with his soul, his citadel far up in the mountains - the NebenLok Zeikangaar - and the right to revive and lead the order of dragon riders sworn to defeat Alduin - DovahDein.

As she gained power and the word of her great many deeds spread across Skyrim, she managed to get quite the following of fellow men, mer, and Dov, willing to follow her into Sovngarde and beat the hell out of Alduin. Alas, she failed. Twice.

At that point, Alasil informed her of a special someone who might be of help in their quest against Alduin and who might prove difficult to convince to join her cause. That was the first time in fifty years that Nim got to visit her home. Unfortunately, Solstheim had changed. And upon arrival, she learned that her Pa passed onto the realm of Azura soon after her departure, and her Nana... well, she wasn't young anymore and suffered greatly due to all the ash ruining her lungs... and when the islanders got called to the All-Maker stones night after night by a mysterious spell, she just worked herself to death. That was the only thing Nim wouldn't forgive Miraak for, not until he swallowed his pride and sincerely apologized for being responsible for his potential mother-in-law's death.

And with Miraak's help, they finally sent Alduin back to his Maker, enjoyed a few peaceful years until High King Ulfric became a bit drunk on his power and needed a good ass whooping as well. Then Miraak suddenly found himself as the new king and Nim... she just did her own thing. As always. The end?

Oh and all the while running about, gathering forces, growing her Dragonborn powers, hunting Dragon Priests and Alduin's henchmen, she also meddled with the Thieves Guild, put Karliah in charge and became her right hand, managed to become an advisor on all things dragon at the Mage's College, ended up teaching lute and songwriting at the Bard's College (she's taking a break since Viarmo can't seem to handle her teaching tactics), earned the title of Thane in every hold and became a good friend to the Dawnguard fellas (Isran is more than happy to teach her kids the ropes of monster hunting) after kicking Harkon's ass into Oblivion. In what little free time she has Nim also manages the Lakeview Manor and leases the ash yam farm back in Raven Rock for some extra cash. All in all, a busy woman!

and some tidbits about the dovahmom:

Although Nim is perfectly aware of her real name, she chooses to use the one given to her by Nana. Both as a sign of respect and because, frankly, she dislikes both the Sarynes and the Lachances, who are, in her humble opinion, just a bunch of pricks. Somehow, the ghost of her murdered grandad finds this opinion of hers kinda funny.

Her friends sometimes describe her as "cyrodiilic brandy in a cup of tea": she's this small elf girl with pretty blue eyes and a smile on her face and you think that she'll be very pleasant and cute and shy and then... then you realize she drinks like a sailor, swears like one too, can beat anyone into the dirt (thanks, Hircine) and doesn't take shit from nobody. She openly speaks her mind and doesn't give a shit about what someone might think of her. She does what she considers the right thing to do, never plays nice with those she dislikes, never pretends to be someone she isn't. She's feisty, sassy, brassy, and, quite honestly, just doesn't give a fuck.

Nim is in almost complete control over her inner beast, partly thanks to her draconic blood, partly - to the ring she got when she and Sinding had that little party on a moonlit night in that grotto. She only loses control over herself when both moons are full and thusly will travel deep into the wilds a few days before the magical night. This way the only people that might get hurt are bandits, necromancers, hags, and the like. She and Aela also managed to get a small werewolf pack going, named the Whitemane Pack after the old man himself and dedicated to those who wish to take control over their inner beast, hunt with honor, and cause the Silver Hand as much grief as possible.

Nim is raising Blaise and Sofie as her own since they both were just wee lil' war orphans (the babes are in their teens now). She never quite really knew why... Nim was never a wifey nor a baby momma kind of woman. In fact, she can't even have children in the first place and, honestly, always thought of this as a blessing - never having to worry about contraception like all those other girls and just having fun without a care in the world! Her friends sometimes joke around, saying that she might've finally "ripened" for the motherhood, but she doesn't care. She loves Blaise, Sofie, and Sissel (thanks, Miraak, you're so good at kidnapping children!) and is content with being their famous Dragonborn mom. Post-Alduin Miraak, however, is secretly annoyed for not being able to get her pregnant. Oh well, the man can dream...

Oh yeah! Nim plays the lute and sings too! It's a skill she picked up across taverns all over the continent when she realized that bards get free drinks and a bed, as well as ample opportunity to sniff out and seduce prey. And even though her days of hunting for good-looking rich fools are long behind her, she still performs in inns and taverns across Skyrim. Firstly, it brings in a fair amount of money, and secondly, it's good for her Voice! And also just plain and simple fun.

Also, people get terribly surprised when she, a Dunmer, doesn't act like one at all! Nim might've grown up in Raven Rock, a Dunmer settlement, but she spent the rest of her life traveling the continent and then living in Skyrim. She's more Nord-ish than some Nords! And the Nords actually really love it! It's so so easy to just get plastered with the homegirl, punch some faces and pass out on a heap of hay behind the inn, just happy to be alive on this fine snowy day. The only truly Dunmer thing about her is the occasional "n'wah!" which escapes her potty mouth. I mean, she doesn't even like sujamma all that much and would rather have a pint of mead! Whatever Ancestors she has must be spinning in their graves fast enough to generate electricity.

uuuhhh I think that's all the important stuff? i might've forgotten, in which case, I'll add it later... meanwhile, have some more Nim content:

^^^ the fanfic is slow, but it's moving... at a snail's pace. my advice: don't expect updates, so that when they do come, you'll be pleasantly surprised!

#thank u for asking abt the dovahmom #i am deeply touched uwu #💞#the elder scrolls #skyrim #dragonborn #ldb #dovahkiin #konahrik #oc #naali 'nim' saryn #bethesda #ask #my art #sketch #traditional doodle #ballpoint doodle

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factual-fantasy · 4 years

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I got 25 asks that took me WAY too long to reply to! :}

I have two top favorite episodes, the cone snail episode and the beluga whales episode.

When it comes to my favorite part of both episodes..?

..Not happy parts...

I have absolutely no idea what you just suggested.

(Referring to this post)

Thank you! That was the intention. :} I was worried that their faces all looked weird..

You want to learn more? Man.. maybe I should post that headcannon draft..

Yeah haha, this blog has taken quite the U-turn hasn’t it? I’m just glad everyone seems okay with it so far. <:} I’m excited for season 5 also! I hope it comes out soon! :D

THANK YOU, I WILL CHERISH THIS LOVE YOU HAVE GIVEN ME FOREVER

Yes and no.

Does he think of his crew as children? Absolutely not. They are all fully grown, intelligent and capable adults, and he darn well treats them like it.

But you bet that if one of them is in danger or is frightened, he’s dropping everything he’s doing and rushing to their aid as if they’re his cub that just wondered out onto the highway.

ME TOO! I always felt like he had this fatherly vibe to him with some professionalism sprinkled on top. Like he’s always looking out for his team because he cares for them and worries about them, but its kind of disguised as him just doing his job as the Captain.

I plan to draw more Protective Barnacles because its my jam, so don’t worry! That side of you will have some more fuel soon XD. And thank you for all the compliments! :}

Daww thank you, it twaz nothin. I’m just glad that people want to see my art.

Well, taking everyone into consideration, the tallest is Captain Barnacles, and the shortest is Tomminow. (This little guy 👇)

The Vegimals aside though? Peso is the shortest.

(And thank you! I’m glad :})

Honestly? Awful. I feel like absolute garbage, I just hope this will all finally go away soon.

Not really no, and no thanks on the cookies, I shouldn’t eat anything until I get super hungry because everything gives me stomachaches.. But a hug would sure be nice right about now.

I can give you a link to their wiki pages if that’ll help, I’m not really good with my words and you can learn everything you need to know about them there. <:}

Captain Barnacles (The polar bear guy)

Kwazii (The orange pirate cat guy)

Peso (The bby Penguin doktor)

Shellington (Tall Otter boi)

Dashi (Doge girl with skirt)

Professor Inkling (Fancy squik)

Tweak (Green bunny country gal chick)

The Vegimals (Little veggie dudes)

All the Gups (Metal fishes)

The Octopod (Momma metal squik)

Whos the youngest Octonaut? Well, if we’re not including the Vegimals, I’d say its probably Peso. And the oldest is most likely Professor Inkling.

Does anyone have claustrophobia? Yes! Captain Barnacles canonically does. He got trapped in a deep hole in some icy caves as a cub, since then he’s been afraid of tight and closed in spaces. I have extended on that fact and thought of many different scenarios relating to the aftermath of the Octonauts movie, but you know.. still not confident in all this Octonauts stuff so I haven’t posted my headcannons yet. <:/

Novelas translated into English means Soap Opera.

You think so? I feel like that’s not Kwazii’s thing, he’d probably like horror movies and action filled movies. But Peso probably would like them not gonna lie, him and Dashi would probably watch them together.

Well, in my draft post I’ve got two headcannons for her so far.

Tweak likes sleeping in the launch bay for the #1 reason that she can hear the water sloshing around in the bay. Which mimics the sound the water in the swamp used to make when she lived there with her Dad.

Tweak gets bad migraines when she’s sick, so the other Octonauts have to do a lot to accommodate her. Because the beds in the med bay aren’t that soft, she prefers to sleep in her room when she’s sick. But then the usually comforting sounds of the water in the launch bay become pain inducing. So the launch bay is emptied of all its water, the lights are shut off and, unless its an emergency, no one is allowed in the launch bay until she recovers.

I looked it up, and its true.

KWAZII WAS A GIRL IN THE BOOKS?? THEN WHY IS HE A BOY IN THE SHOW?? WHY DID THEY CHANGE THAT?? WH??? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like this Kwazii more than I would any other version of him, but still, WHY’D THEY CHANGE THAT?? IM GLAD THEY DID BUT WHY??

Hmm.. let me think...

Captain Barnacles most likely doesn’t ever have uninterrupted free time, and even when he does, he probably still prefers to be up in HQ where anyone can find him if they need him. But lets say for the sake of it that he has some free time and he takes it. He’d probably either want to play his accordion, or want to read a book.

I feel like there’s a lot of different things Kwazii likes to do in his spare time, but goofing around in the Gup-B is probably his favorite.

Peso probably likes to do puzzles and play his xylophone.

Dashi probably reads books while listening to music. How she does both of these things at the same time I have no idea.

Tweak probably plays video games.

Professor Inkling and Shellington both probably read books in their free time.

I’m not too sure what the Vegimals would do in their free time though..

Oh yes, indeed it does.

Before becoming the Captain of the Octonauts, Barnacles had to ask himself, “Am I really ready to be their leader?” Can he handle managing a team of that size? Can he react to situations fast enough and make the right choices? He thought it through and believed that yes. He was ready.

But he wasn’t. He wasn't prepared for that gut wrenching anxiety when one crew member goes missing. He wasn't prepared for the crippling heat that most everywhere else has compared to his home. He wasn't prepared to become so attached to his crew that the thought of something happening to them keeps him awake for nights in a row. He wasn’t prepared for that overwhelming nausea of missing home and his sister.

There was a lot he didn’t know. They’d all turn to him when something went wrong and ask if everything's going to be okay. He’d say “don’t worry, its all going to be okay.” but he’s just as unsure as everyone else.

Now don't get me wrong, he’s not this completely hopeless and unexperienced Captain that bit off more than he could chew, no. There’s just somethings he didn’t think about before becoming Captain of the Octonauts.

Now usually he can really keep himself composed almost always. He’s very level headed and very good at thinking his way through things, But sometimes? He just.. needs a break. He usually cant get a break because he’s the Captain and always needs to be alert, so everyone else that sees it usually tries to help.

Some crew members, like the Vegimals and Kwazii, have a habit of following the Captain around when they see that he’s tired to keep an eye on him. Others like Shellington and Dashi tend to give him space and keep things quiet for him. Some crew members, like Peso and Tweak tend to clean up around the place to take some weight off the Captains shoulders, they all help him out in some way.

Professor Inkling will sometimes find an excuse to pull him aside to have some tea with him. They’ll sit and talk for a bit but then he’s back up on his feet and back to work. This poor bear..

..hold on.. was this a drawing suggestion?

Dashi and Tweak would probably hang out in Dashi’s room and goof around. Not sure what they’d do.. maybe read, talk, play games or.. idk pillow fights? I don’t know what girls do on a girls night.

As for everyone else? I also am not sure, I don’t know what all those characters with all their clashing personalities would do on a boys night. Maybe they would all watch a movie? All attempt bake something obnoxious together? They seem like the kind of characters that would do that.

I’ve never been to a girls night or a guys night, so I don't really have much of a base to go off of.. but both groups would probably get together and do something they’d all enjoy. Guys maybe a funny movie, and the girls just talking and reading books? <:D

For real that’d be hilarious. Imagine if their voices were deep and gruff too but they just make them sound high pitched for fun?

Dude that’d be so funny. Like Kwazii’s up to his shenanigans again blabbering on about some sea monster or what have you, and Tunip out of nowhere just goes,

“Kwazii legit stop, we all know that you’re just talking about some ordinary sea creature that pirates interpreted as a sea monster.“

The whole crew gon be like

If this game existed in their world and they all played it.....

Captain Barnacles would make it through a pacifist run and would be satisfied. He’s some kind of weirdo who doesn’t think of characters as real people and doesn’t obsess over them and cry about them. Overall he thinks the game is pretty neat, but probably not his type of game.

Kwazii would want to test his skills by attempting a genocide, but his heart of gold would get in the way and he wouldn’t be able to complete it. He’d feel terrible for killing goat mom, reset and go hard pacifist next round. Overall he thinks the game is awesome.

Peso would want to talk to every character so they’d all be included in the story. He’d go full pacifist and cry over the story and its characters. Overall 10/10 for him.

Dashi would probably cry over the game a lot and would never attempt a genocide run because the characters are now her family.

Shellington would hate the fighting parts so would delay those bits by walking around and talking to characters over and over again.

Tweak would go through a neutral run because she sometimes accidently kills weaker monsters. Overall she loves the story and its characters, 10/10 would play again.

Professor Inkling would become invested in the story I bet. Complimenting the story arcs for the characters and its creative game play. But I feel like he’d only play it once and probably wouldn’t beat it, but would have fun with it none the less.

Thank you!!!♡♡♡ Man, I never expected such a positive response to switching to Octonauts, I cant believe everyone is so excited about it! I’m so glad you like my Octonauts art, that really makes me feel better and like what I’m drawing is worth while. ɷ◡ɷ

Aww I’m glad! And oh yeah, the animals at the end were always scary. Remember the Boo the spookfish?

Boo was a cute little googly eyed fishy boi who was just so sweet and somft until the creATURE REPORT AND I-

THAT’S MY QUE TO YEET THE COMPUTER

Dawww thank you!! I tried. <:}

#octonauts #my response #octonauts headcannons #octonauts spoilers

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gldie · 3 years

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✰ ⊰ GOLDIE: ❛ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐏.

A year after her departure from KPWR-FM, 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄 has scored a career as being a television host for BET. In this interview, 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 took the time to drive right on down to Westchester to ask her all the questions that people want to know about her rise to fame and how she’s juggling it along with motherhood and her love-life.

━━ ❛ 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃. ╱

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Goldie mfn’ Forde! How are you doin’ on this beautiful afternoon? Your house looks great, by the way. I love it! Thank you so much for havin’ me.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: Holli Hoooood! I’m doin’ great, actually. Just tryna’ get used to being on the opposite end of an interview. But, no. Thank you for takin’ the interest in interviewing lil’ ol’ me. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Well, we gotta interview the hottest women in the game right now and your talk show THE GOLDEN HOUR has been killing it as of lately. You should be proud! You workin’ your ass off and still make time to be a mother. I must say your little boy is the cutest. [ The woman gestures at the little boy who is sleeping on her mother’s lap. ]

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: Aw, gosh. [ She blushes with a wide smile on her face and she glances down at him, running her hand along the baby’s back. ] I don’t know what else to say but thank you. All these compliments makin’ me blush! [ She laughs softly before looking back at the interviewer. ] Workin’ my ass off is in my blood, though. I gotta from my momma. She don’t play that lazy sh*t. Doesn’t he look just like his momma, though? I need that on the record just in case someone tries to say that he looks like his daddy. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: He sure does, y’all look like twins. Woulda’ swore that you had that baby on your own, honestly. [ The interviewer chuckles before placing her hand on the notepad she held. ] But how are you liking motherhood? Is it a hard transition?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: [ The smile on her face doesn’t fade doesn’t fade until she hears the last question that she asks. Sighing softly, she looks up at the sky as she tries to find the words to answer. ] In the beginning it was actually. I struggled a lot trying to get use to being a mother and not letting it consume who I am. Like of course, I’m a mother before everything, but I’m also a sister, friend, business woman, you know stuff outside of that. [ Looking back at the interviewer, she continues with a soft smile on her face. ] I also kinda’ struggled to connect with my child. I felt like I wasn’t going to be the best mother to him, I felt lonely, the whole nine. But now, we’re good. He’s my whole heart. Who I do it for, my everything. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: That’s beautiful, Goldie. I know a lot of women struggle with Post-partum depression after having their first child. I know it must be hard trying to balance your career-life and being a mother but you make it look easy.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: Whew, girl when I tell you it takes a village and that’s the only reason it looks so damn easy. [ A laugh emits from her lips before she feels her child shift in her lap. Mouthing the words oops, she picks him up in her arms before looking over her shoulder for her mother. ] Mommmyyyy, can you get your grand-baby? [ She speaks softly so that she won’t disturb him before pecking his cheek repeatedly. Once her mother walks over and takes him, she turns around to finish the question. ] Without that woman, wouldn’t be no Goldie on television. My mother and father, his father along with his side family help me out so much. He’s on set with me sometimes, but most of the time I want him to be somewhere quiet and not too rowdy. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Wow! You seem to have the ideal support group. Why happened to you and ZION’s father?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: [ A dry chuckle left the woman’s lips as she stared at the interviewer’s visage, swallowing the lump in her throat before she shifted in her seat some. ] Uh, lack of communication and failure to reason with one another. Yup. [ She finished with a soft head nod. ] But co-parenting is great. You know, our focus is completely on our son and what’s best for him. Next question, please. ❜

━━ ❛ 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. ╱

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Alright, Goldie. What achievements from last year are you most proud of?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: My greatest achievement is Zion Israel Powers. I mean, with all the struggles that I experienced with pregnancy, I couldn’t be more grateful that God granted me the opportunity to be his mommy. [ She couldn’t help but to beam when she spoke about her child. ] The second great achievement of last year was putting myself first and leaving a job that didn’t serve my purpose. I will always be grateful to KPWR, but leaving a job that stifled my creativity was the best decision that I ever made. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: I know that’s right, Goldie! We leaving everything that doesn’t serve us in 2020, okay!? [ She laughed with a point before moving on to the next question. ] And what about the achievements of this year?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: And neva’ eva wrong. [ She laughed back while pointing back at the woman with her index finger. ] Uh.. I’m proud of the fact that I overcame a dark time in my life and I found a new part of myself that I never really got the chance to know. I’m happy with... uh... I’m happy with my life. Yeah. I’m making the kind of money that I want. I achieved two of my biggest dreams, I’m more secure in my body and I’m happy. Yeah. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: We love seeing black women happy, sis. I know a lot of people have been trying to steal your shine and happiness in the blogs. Do you have anything to say to the former talk show host that you replaced? She’s been in the media outlets throwing shade and subliminals a lot.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: [ A short chuckle leaves the woman’s lips before she scratches her nose with her acrylic nail, pursing her lips up slightly. ] Mm... Not really, if it’s not direct, it doesn’t get acknowledged by me. I truly wish her the best in her future endeavors, though. I know it’s hard seeing someone else win while you struggle. I been there myself, but hating on the next woman isn’t going to change anything so.. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Well said. Very professional! I’m over here tryna’ be miss messy boots and you curvin’ it. You sure you haven’t had any media training? [ She snickers before moving onto the last question of this segment. ] Okay, lastly, what goals do you have for next year?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: None whatsoever. I’m just good like that. [ The woman speaks with a small smile before tilting her head to the side while she listens to the question asked. ] Goals for next year? To keep growing my brand, girl. Hopefully create my own app, merch, go on a talk show tour, maybe write a book? Who knows! I’m most definitely putting my momma and daddy in a new house, though. I know that. [ She said with a nod before clasping her hands together and shrugging. ] I’m letting life take me on this journey and I’m just ridin’ the wave. I pray it takes me in the right direction. ❜

━━ ❛ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄. ╱

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Now this house, what made you choose a house like this? Especially in a neighborhood that you’re not used to.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: It was definitely a change from my apartment in Crenshaw. I’m still in Inglewood but I’m not on the same block that I’m used to be on. I’m not doing hair out of my apartment to make some extra money. You know, I’m in the rich neighborhood and sometimes, you know I feel left out. But when I saw this house, I knew it was the one for me despite the neighborhood change. I needed a space that could accommodate me and all my needs along with my family. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Can we get a tour? I mean, a house this beautiful needs to be viewed by the people and I’m sure your fans would like to see how you livin’. Don’t you think?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: This isn’t my dream house, but it’s definitely an impressive STARTER HOME, ya’ know? It’s very spacious for family events and my family like to link all the damn time, so. I like it a lot. It’ll hold me over until further notice. I got everything baby proofed because I just know this lil’ boy gon’ be something else when he starts getting more a handle on this crawling thing. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: The entire house is flawless, but let’s get into this STACKED WARDROBE. You take this fashion sh*t serious, don’t ya’? Let me borrow some of these clothes. Or at least show me how you do it, chile.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: I really don’t know what I’m doing with this fashion shit, I just know what looks good on me. Which is damn near everything. [ The woman speaks cockily, letting a laugh follow soon after before she looked over her closet. ] But I think I take a lot of my looks from old models and vixens of the 90s and 00s. Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of brands and clothing lines reaching out trying to get me to wear something from their lines. So, I’m excited about that. [ She says in a sing-song tone before doing a little dance. ] If you ever want me to give you some pointers, be sure to watch my show for my fashion tips segment. The girls really like that. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: I’ll be sure to tune in for that, girl! Thank you so much for this wonderful interview. You’ve been a pleasure to interview, honestly. [ The interview reaches over to shake her hand with a grin on her face. ] I told you it wasn’t going to be that bad. You guys be sure to tune in THE GOLDEN HOUR feature the gorgeous GOLDIE on BET everyday @ 5/6 ET.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: Thank you so much for having me! You were great, made me feel so comfortable and everything. [ She compliments the interviewer while she shakes the woman’s hand then she looks directly into the camera lens. ] Listen to the woman, y’all. She know what she’s talkin’ ‘bout. Kisses, see y’all lata’! ❜

#✰ ━━ ㅤ ♯𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: ⌯ task. ❜#✰ ━━ ㅤ ♯𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: ⌯ develop. ❜#tw ━ long post.#queued up.

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luccislegs · 4 years

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I want to start by saying that I love your blog! Every morning I wake up to something new that you posted and I start my day with a smile. I was wondering if you could write a scenario with kid meeting with his ex girlfriend and seeing that she has a child. At first he doesn’t suspect that the little girl is his, but Killer is like “bro, seriously? Look at her”. What would he do? (He still has some feelings for his ex)

ugh picking names for characters is so hard for me to do

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At first, Kid isn’t sure it is you. It’s been years since you parted ways-- on less than stellar terms-- and he’s managed not to think of you too much since then. But now here you are, changed in ways he should have expected but somehow still he’s surprised.

Most surprising of all is the daughter following on your heels, clinging to your leg as you peruse the market stall full of fruit. He wonders aloud who’s she could be, clearly missing the obvious details, and he earns a smack upside the head from Killer for being so dense.

“She’s clearly yours. Look at her hair,” he said. He could also see Kid in her smile, but explaining that would just go over Kid’s head.

They’re coming up behind you when you turn, and your eyes widen in shock. The little girl holding your hand sees him too, and her face almost lights up. Up this close, it’s even more apparent that she’s Kid’s, the flaming red color of her hair even more pronounced, and she even shares the same shade of hazel as his eyes.

“Momma, is this him?” she asks, tugging on your hand and pointing up at the pirate. She looks young, but is already taller than most kids her age, and you attribute that to her father.

“Hello, Kid,” you say, your expression wary. You aren’t sure what his reaction is going to be. You had deliberately kept your pregnancy from him because of the way you had parted ways, and he was likely to become angry. On the other hand, he might want nothing to do with her-- or you-- which would be just fine with you. It would hurt Jade, to be sure, but it would hurt less than him appearing and integrating himself and leaving again when things got too hard. “Yes, honey, this is him.”

Unlike Kid, you had never kept his identity hidden from her. The odds of you ever running into him again were slim to none, so you didn’t see the harm. Except, now here he was, standing in front of you wearing an almost unreadable expression.

“Wow, you’re so tall! You didn’t tell me he was, momma,” Jade says, gazing up at Kid with wonder. “Momma’s told me everything about you! Did you really fight a Yonko?”

As if a switch had been flipped, Kid’s whole demeanor relaxes and he nods, giving her a half-smile. “That’s right, kid. You wanna hear about it?”

He’s still a little confused by the whole thing, but he knows for certain Killer is right. This girl is his, and you and he have a lot to talk about. The way things ended had never sat right with him, he knew his temper got the better of him and now he knows that it never should have. With you standing in front of him, with the spitting image of himself standing four feet shorter than him beside you, he realizes that he didn’t handle things correctly that night and that he never should have let you walk off.

Killer never let him forget it either.

“Can I, momma?” Jade asks, giving you her best puppy dog eyes. It killed you to say it, but it was the same exact look Kid was so good at when he wanted to go raid an island or two.

You sigh, sharing a significant look with Killer, knowing instinctively the exact look he was wearing from years of practice, before nodding. “I suppose. We have...a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

Kid looks like he’s about to bust a gasket, but then a small hand wraps around two of his fingers and he seems to push it down. You’ve never seen him hold back like that, and a warm fluttering fills your stomach as he allows her to lead him down the street.

#eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #one piece scenarios

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emilyutonium · 4 years

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Dads in Charge

A Preview of the first part of my short story! ;) It’s about the boys having to take care of all their superpowered children while their wives are on vacation. It can by read on Wattpad, Archiveofourown.org and fanfiction.net under the username 3mi1y02. Enjoy!

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The green puff bounced on top of her uniformly colored suitcase, struggling to fit all of her clothes as her husband laughed, laying on the bed beside her. She glared playfully, "Don't laugh, fucker. Help me."

"Shouldn't this have been done days ago?" He questioned, lazily getting up to help push the dark-toned tops and bottoms into the case. "Plus don't you think they would fit if you, I don't know, actually folded them?"

Buttercup gave him a weird glance before muttering, "Ew, extra work." to which he gave a polite chuckle.

She pursed her lips, "And yes but we're not gonna let Leader girl know that or she'll have my head. Besides I forget things when I don't pack last minute and I would have an even bigger problem with my other sister if I forgot our matching Powerpuff swimsuits."

"Mmm, wifey in a bikini?" Butch shut his eyes dreamingly, opening them again in a manner that resembled a pleading dog. "Please make sure I can get a picture of that beautiful sight before anyone else can?"

"You wish." She chuckled, not exactly denying her husband of that pleasure herself but reminding him of her younger sister. "Bubbles will have taken enough selfies and posted them before I can say 'Wait lemme pick up my privacy first'. That girl takes blogging to a new level." Buttercup finally giving up trying to zip the suitcase up all the way before she broke it, opted to just tell Blossom that she needed a bigger suitcase.

"Shame. Just another reason why your amazing hubby should be coming with you." Butch sighed, pulling her by the waist to stand between his legs on the edge of the bed. "Y'know we'd have a lot of good old fashioned fun down there."

"The whole point of the trip is to be just with the girls, Butch." She teased, knowing full well she wouldn't mind bringing him with her to a relaxing private island. It could've been like their actual honeymoon.

"I know but you could stash me in your suitcase like a-"

"Butch, my suitcase can barely fit the few clothes I even wanna bring. What makes you think I could fit you too- Bear? Hold on a minute." The 25-year-old mother turned towards the open doorway, where their son stood frozen. His back turned away from his parents as he tried to sneak past.

The 5-year-old turned slowly, grinning wide and facing his mother, said, "Yes, momma?" in the sweetest most innocent voice he could muster.

"What do you have in your hand?" Buttercup challenged, assuming an authoritarian stance that she had learned from Blossom. Legs spread. Hands on hips. Face stern.

"Ooo, you in trouble now baby Bear." Butch snickered at his son from behind Buttercup to which she reminded herself to punch him for later.

"What? Nothing momma..." The little boy lied before seeing his mother's disbelief stricken face. "Just this knife." He pulled a small needle-pointed knife from behind him.

"What is your obsession with knives lately? Give it." He obeyed. "Now go play with regular kid things like a damn baseball or something."

"Yes momma..." He muttered, hanging his head.

"That's my boy!" Butch called after his son as the door to the room closed.

"Where'd he even get this?" Buttercup's voice rang through the wood as Bear walked down the hallway, concentrating his hands together before a small dagger formed in his hands. He smiled and ran down the steps passing his red-haired uncle and aunt in the kitchen.

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"Bear! No playing with knives, we need them and you could break something!" Blossom hollered.

"Ok Auntie red!" He responded, not even attempting to pretend as if he would listen and Blossom sighed. She loved her little nieces and nephews, she really did, but cripes did they ever listen? It only worried her how the boys would survive with all 6 of them by themselves.

"Ugh anyway, The twin's blankets?"

"Check." Brick noted, allowing Bailey, his 3-month-old, to grab at his beard. His super strength hadn't kicked in yet so Brick didn't mind. But it was possible that he probably wouldn't ever mind.

"How about Bailey's pacifier?" She asked, attempting to pace around the kitchen island while her 4-year-old son Bernard held her leg, following her everywhere she went. "Oh Bern honey, Mommy's not going anywhere. You can go play." The little boy shook his head and his mother sighed in defeat. She couldn't imagine what he'd do when she actually did have to leave for this vacation.

"He's got it right here." Brick said holding the baby out in front of him for his wife to see the cherry tinted pacifier between his lips. She smiled as Bailey giggled seeing his mother and kissed his forehead.

"Ok...packs of diapers?" Blossom quizzed, looking over the list in her hand.

"Check."

"How many? BC told me little Butterfly still hasn't gotten a hand of potty training so you'd need extras just in case." Blossom pointed out. "I'd hate to be all the way in Bora Bora when you all run out of diapers and face an accident of some sort-"

"Which is why I had Boomer go out and get 4 more packs. Something I can get him to do again if we do run out." Brick countered, knowing how anxious and worried his wife could get and was getting.

"Great, but what about-"

"Bloss, we'll be fine I promise you. We're all adults, parents even. 3 grown adults in charge while you three are gone. you don't have anything to be worried about, seriously." Brick reasoned, admiring Bailey as he attempted to eat his old man's sausage fingers.

"Yea but with 6 kids Brick? And you know Butch and Boomer can sometimes slip into man-children every now and then. I don't want you to have to be in charge of all 8 of them!"

"Ok, You got me there, babe. Last week I walked in on Boomer laying on Bubbles like he was her second child. Didn't even know where poor Bambi was." The red-eyed ruff cackled lazily. "But still, I'm here to keep them in check. I mean I've been doing it for what? 25 years now? You know I can handle it. Don't worry."

"I know, I just..." She trailed off, pulling Bailey's curls away from his chubby face. "I don't want anything to go wrong while I'm not- I mean.." She stopped looking down at Bern, who was watching her closely with his thumb firmly in his mouth. "I mean while I'm here cause I won't be going anywhere."

Brick rolled his crimson eyes as Boomer walked into the large kitchen, opening up the fridge for an off brand soda, "Hey little buddy, why don't you go watch some tv with your cousins in the playroom? Bambi told me Frozen 2 is really good, maybe even better than the first movie." The little boy shook his head silently, holding on to Blossom's pant leg tightly.

"Aw, why not? It'll be fun besides you can't stick by your mom forever."

"Nooo, mommy nah going anywhere." Bern spoke softly but firmly as if he knew for certain his mother would actually stay by him forever. Poor boy.

"It's ok Boom, we stopped trying." Brick sighed, Bailey now taking a liking to the tattoos that lined his skin.

"Well, it's gonna be really hard for us to calm him down after you lea- OW!" He yelped and rubbed an already fading burn mark on his arm. "I mean...right. You're not leaving to go anywhere. I don't know what I was thinking."

Blossom rolled her eyes, "C'mon Bern honey let's go recount the boxes of snacks that Brielle isn't allowed to eat." She strolled out of the kitchen and towards the garage, Bern holding her hand tightly as they passed his blue-eyed Aunt.

"Why hello, Bernie." He waved bashfully. "Bloss, do you have all your bags ready? I caught Buttercup upstairs trying to finish packing."

"Of course she was but yes, they're in the car. Ready as soon as I can find a way to get away from this one." She whispered the last part at a decimal that only Bubbles could hear and she nodded.

"Ah, gotcha. Well, good luck!" She giggled, lightly floating into the kitchen area.

"Thanks, I'll need it."

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"Hello boys, are you two ready to take on all the kids at once?" Bubbles grinned excitedly, no doubt the whole idea of this trip had been her planning.

"Of course we are suger. We're all experienced caretakers with wonderful daddy skills. I mean look at Daddy red over there with his 3rd child. He's practically a baby expert." Boomer boasted, jabbing his thumb towards Brick who was starting to pick up a not so pleasant smell from his son.

"We'll be fine, childproofed the whole house and got all the rooms basically set up. Now if you'll excuse me, this baby expert needs to change this one's diaper before it spills out onto his arm." Daddy red stood up, holding Bailey's bottom away from his canine nose as he flew upstairs.

"I just can't wait to get there, I've never been to Bora bora y' know?" The blonde sighed, setting herself onto the counter next to Boomer as she daydreamed.

"You have no idea how jealous I am of you right now angel. A relaxing island getaway sounds like so much more fun than taking care of 6 children with my brothers."

"Aw don't worry Boomie. I'm sure you all will have lots of fun. In fact, I think I'm the jealous one here."

"You? How? You'll be soaking up the sun with a tall drink and a handsome waiter named Alejandro serving your every need." He joked with a hint of jealousy in his tone towards the handsome make-believe waiter.

"But I'll be away from you. And Bambi." Bubbles added, shifting her gaze to the living room, where the TV was blasting while no one watched. "I mean she's only a year old I'm allowed to feel a little separation anxiety right? Like I feel like I always miss her even when I'm in the same area as her."

"Angel, you're allowed to feel any way you want. And I get you. I guess you're right. I'd hate to be away from not only you but Lady adorable as well. But that's the point of the whole trip, isn't it? To get away from everything?"

The blue puff nodded, thinking to herself, "Well before I do that then, I think I need one more hug or else the sadness of being away from her will be too much to bear."

"I'm sure that must be some kind of motherly bond type thing, no?"

"Probably. I just hope she isn't too upset when I'm gone. I read online that babies have no concept of time so when they see that their mother or father isn't around they don't know if they are coming back. Do you think Bambi would believe that? That I wouldn't be coming back for her? Oh Boomie, I don't want her to believe that I would ever leave her." Boomer saw that her eyes were starting to tear up and hoped that she, like Bern, wouldn't cry when the time came for the girls to leave.

"Angel- Bubbles of course not-" He tried to wrap his arms around her before she jumped down from the counter, determination glinted in her eyes. Or maybe that was the tears, Boomer couldn't tell anymore.

"Where is she?"

"Uh-what?"

"Wheres's Bambi? I need to spend as much time as possible with her and make her understand that her mother isn't going to abandon her."

"Uh um I think she's in the playroom?" Boomer muttered, realizing it had been a while since he'd actually seen his child.

Bubbles' blue eyes abruptly flickered from determination to fear. "What do you mean you think she's in the playroom?"

"I mean the last time I checked on her, she was in there chewing on one of Brielle's toys."

"Oh Blossom, bless her heart, she tries but we have no idea where Brielle could've been with those things! Bambi! Honey! I'm coming for you! Your mothers coming baby!" She took off towards the steps, Boomer barely being able to follow as he dodged an angry 3-year-old.

#powerpuffgirls #rowdyruffboys #ppg #ppgfanfic #ppgblossom #ppgbubbles #ppgbuttercup #ppgbrick #rrbbrick #rrbboomer #rrbbutch #ppgboomer #ppgbutch #domestic #family #ppgfanfiction

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charginger · 5 years

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long flight ahead

“James if you don’t stop bouncing your leg I’ll throw you off the plane and you’ll be swimming back to London.”

The messy-haired boy turns his head to face Sirius with a grin that contains the faintest trace of an apology, but mostly just looks amused. “I’m not even touching you, and I’ll go right to sleep once we’re in the air anyways. I just get nervous about the takeoff.” He nudges Sirius with his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you aren’t excited to be going home?”

Sirius is. He and James had embarked on what was meant to be a weeklong trip to New York, but they ended up staying in the city for closer to a month. Their primary goal had been to check out a football team interested in signing James now that he was out of university (“They had a gorgeous pitch, but under no circumstances will they get me to call it soccer.”), and it turned into 3 weeks of James sitting in on a few practices while Sirius got to check out the New York City art scene he’d always heard about. He was also freshly graduated, with a Fine Arts degree, and wanted to have some fun before actually looking for work.

It was a good trip, but now they’re on a plane at six in the bloody morning and someone has already kicked his seat twice from behind him.

“Just because you’ve all but signed a contract with the Lions doesn’t mean you need to jostle my seat the whole flight. I’ll get crabby.” Of course, at that moment, there’s another sharp hit to Sirius’ seat from behind. The timing makes James snicker, and Sirius closes his eyes to take a deep breath.

“You’re already crabby and we haven’t even taken off yet.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure. Just wipe that haughty expression off your face before the flight attendant explains to us the responsibility that comes with sitting in an exit row. They might deem you unfit to help save lives, then you’ll have to give up this leg room.”

It’s several minutes later while they’re waiting for permission to take off when yet another kick reaches the back of Sirius’ seat, and he decides to say something before he needs to deal with nine hours of seat kicking. He loosens his seatbelt enough to twist and face the aisle seat behind his.

“Pardon me, but there is somebody actually sitting in the seat you keep kicking-” The bite dies from his words once he gets a look at the man behind him.

“I’m so sorry mate, my leg just keeps cramping, but when I try to move around- I just don’t have that much space back here so- I mean that’s not an excuse, honestly,” the man comments, mostly to himself. “I’ll be more careful with bumping your seat.”

The stranger is not American, that’s the first thing Sirius notices. His accent curves around the words into something more familiar than the harsh, spitting New York cadence that had been a shock upon first exploring the city. He could be from Wales, maybe?

Sirius doesn’t contemplate the origin of his accent for longer than a moment in his mind, because a much more pressing realization is holy fucking shit this is not a bratty 13-year-old kicking his seat. This is a beautiful man. This is a very tall and beautiful man. His long legs seem to be folded almost in half in front of him, one mid-adjustment is pulled halfway to his chest and the other is mostly poking into the aisle beside him. He’s wearing a pullover sweater and joggers that come up just too short on his legs, revealing mismatched socks, both with clashing tartan prints. And if Sirius is being honest with himself, he’s only half paying attention to this man’s apology because his curly brown hair keeps falling just over his eyes. There is also a silver hoop piercing in his left nostril that just didn’t seem to go with the rest of his style, but Sirius finds himself staring at it for maybe a second or two longer than is normal before responding.

“No, don’t even worry about it! I mean, looks like you’ve got a lot of leg to handle there.”

James snorts at the bumbling comment, and Sirius wishes he had said anything but that, with just too much enthusiasm compared to the irritated tone he had just a moment ago.

Luckily, the stranger doesn’t look offended, just slightly amused, and the faintest blush graces his face to make way for a small, kind smile. Meanwhile, Sirius can’t help but wonder if it’s just the poor airplane lighting, or are those really freckles he sees? As the man seems to draw a breath to respond to the leg comment, which Sirius would really just like to move on from, he changes the subject. “You’re Welsh, I’m guessing?”

The man’s parted mouth twitches into the ghost of a smirk, and Sirius hopes it’s because he recognized the accent rather than the definitely red tips of his ears. Of course he had his hair pulled up into a bun, and he can feel them burning under the scrutiny of the man’s gaze.

“Spot on. I lived there most of my life before moving to London a few years ago.”

“That’s so cool!” Sirius responds, again, much more enthusiastic than he means to.

The man releases the faintest breath of a chuckle before both of his thick brows furrow, “Definitely cool. The ever exciting rain-and-sheep combo lends to a thrilling life.” The man keeps a straight face but the sarcasm is obvious.

James is, at this point, silently shaking at Sirius’ expense, but takes a deep breath before finally turning around as well. “Tell you what, mate, why don’t we switch seats? We’ve more leg room in the exit row and I get less motion-sickness in an aisle seat. It’ll be mutually beneficial.”

The man’s eyes flick from James back to Sirius for a second before smiling and nodding. “As long as it’s mutually beneficial.”

“Brilliant.” James quips, and starts gathering his neck pillow and headphones. The man makes himself busy gathering the book and small bag he has with him, and Sirius takes the opportunity to turn back around and deliver a sharp elbow to James’ ribs.

“You don’t get motion-sickness you prat.”

“I also won’t get any sleep on this flight if you’re planning on badly flirting with Freckles McLonglegs back there.” So they were freckles. “You can talk about how cool you think sheep are.” James pats Sirius on the shoulder before shuffling into the aisle, and within a moment the tall man is sitting right beside him and looking very grateful to be able to stretch his legs.

Sirius at this point realizes he doesn’t know the stranger’s name, and pulls a bit of his usual confidence out of his arse to extend a handshake, “My name is Sirius, by the way.”

“I’m Remus,” he accepts, with a warm and calloused hand.

Sirius barks a quiet laugh and adds, “Well I’m glad your parents gave you a shit name, too.”

“Well I say you’ve got it worse. At least there aren’t many puns to be made with ‘Remus’.”

“Oh, on the contrary. Name puns are one of my redeeming factors.” Sirius is glad to receive a laugh from the man- Remus.

“I can’t imagine they’re all that creative, you sure you want to call that redeeming?”

Now, Sirius has dealt with making jokes about his name for 22 years now, and the familiarity of the topic gives him a confidence boost. He puts a hand to his heart in mock-offense.

“Bold words from someone who was violently kicking me in the back not 5 minutes ago.”

Remus lets out a laugh so low it can almost be described as a giggle.

“I really am sorry,” he says after a breath, “My mum likes to joke that I still haven’t grown into my legs.”

Great. The cute Welsh man who wears sweaters, blushes, is endearingly tall, and upon a closer look- yes, he definitely has freckles, is also a momma’s boy. Sirius wants him.

With a ‘here goes nothing’ attitude, Sirius comments, “I’m sure your boyfriend doesn’t mind, though.” It’s not an original line, but who wants their time wasted?

Remus doesn’t seem to mind the choppy segue, as his smile doesn’t falter when he responds, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Sirius furrows his brow as though Remus has presented him with a complex equation to solve. “I see…” Sirius raises one shoulder into a shrug, “Were you looking to change that by any chance?”

Remus giggles (fucking giggles) once again, and with his ears slightly reddening from where his hair curls over them replies, “Well, I did run into this fit posh bloke not too long ago. I was thinking about asking for his phone number.”

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okaaay wow I’m nervous to post this, but I had the idea in my head and got it written down so might as well? I’ve been following other hp writers/ creators for awhile and love all of the content that gets put out by them, so I figure if anybody out there likes what I have to write I should just go for it.

if anybody wants to send me ideas of other things to write please feel welcome!! I have some other things I’m working on right now as well but I’d love to hear from anyone who has anything to say.

I’m gonna go ahead and tag some blogs I really love down below, I can’t get them all in (there are soooo many amazing and supportive people on here wow) but I really appreciate the inspiration from you all!

#wolfstar #meet cute #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #hp #harry potter #marauders #non-magic au #meegwrites

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jayankles · 5 years

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Protection on Vacation: Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Your father, the king, gives you permission to go on vacation, only if you take your personal bodyguard with you.

Word Count: 1021

Written for: @spngenrebingo / @spndeanbingo / @goodthingshappenbingo / @spnkinkbingo / @spnaubingo

Squares Filled: Secretly Dating / Motel Room / Vacation / AU / Royalty!AU

“You think you can handle running the kingdom without me for a few days?” You asked your father with a smile on you face.

He crossed his arms over his chest, “you realise that I am the king, the king that runs the kingdom - this kingdom.”

“I know but it’s fun to taunt you.” You hugged your father, lifting your bag and hoisting it over your shoulder but Dean was quick to take it from you as well as the other bags packed for your vacation. Your bodyguard instructing valet’s to put the bigger bags into the trunk of the car and the smaller ones in the back.

“Maybe you should take a break once I get back, dad.”

“Maybe” He said, saying nothing more on the subject, immediately trying to change it. “Are you sure you will be okay?”

“Yes, dad, I’m not a kid anymore and I hate to say it but I think I’m way past being a kid now. But I know you worry about me and it’s okay because I trust Dean to protect me.”

“I agree, Dean’s been an honorable man that protects our family. One of the best decisions I made when I hired him actually.” Your dad uncrossed his arms, placing his hands on your biceps as he spoke. “Just come back safe. Both of you.”

Dean nodded to the king, tipping it in a bow. “Yes, your majesty. Your daughter’s safety will always be my first priority.”

“Go, before I change my mind.”

“I’ll see you in a few days, your highness.” You curtseyed to your father, the pleasantry reciprocated.

“Your grace.” One of the valets timidly uttered. “The car is loaded and ready for departure.”

Saying a final goodbye to your father, you thanked the valet and roamed the halls to the hidden doors that led to where the car was waiting, a place where there were no overwhelming paparazzi.

Opening the back door of the impala for you, Dean helped you into the car before closing the door and climbing into the front seat behind the wheel with a smile on his face. Pulling your phone out of the pocket of your dress, you said as nonchalantly as you could. “You look happy. It’s nice to see.”

“I got a free vacation, of course I’m happy.”

“Wow, and I thought that the highlight would be protecting yours truly.”

“I promise it’s close second after taking out my baby.” Of course he was talking about his beloved car.

“Whatever, I’m going to take a nap so don’t blare the speakers.” You asked, almost begging him not to play his music at full blast whilst you tried to find a pillow for the trip there. “did you- nevermind, I found them.”

“Alright Princess, you get your beauty rest and I’ll be sure to wake you when we get there.”

“Thank you, Dean.” You grabbed the pillow and snuggled into it, pulling your legs up to catch up on the sleep that you missed last night.

It was almost two hours later when Dean pulled up to the motel. He put the car in park and looked back at you in the mirror, gazing upon your sleeping form. Rolling his eyes, Dean turned back in his seat, reaching over the front seat to gently shake you awake. “Wake up, Princess.”

Groaning, you stretch out your arms. “I’m guessing we’re here?”

“You would be correct. Grab your pillow and let’s go.” Dean bounced out of the car and opened the back door for you, a hand offered for you to take.

“Um, Dean. Why are we at a motel?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted a motel room?”

“No. I said hotel, ‘h’, hotel room.” You started to pout, this was not what you had in mind when you thought of a vacation. “Is there any chance that this is a joke and inside is the best looking suite that they have. Please tell me it’s a secretly cool looking hotel.”

“Unfortunately, not a joke.” He said calmly, trying to compromise with you. “It’s too late to find a hotel now but we can arrange it tonight and go first thing in the morning.”

“Fine. You’re lucky I need more sleep. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I’m just so tired all the time.”

“I’m not sure why that is, Princess.” A serious look on his face. “Stand with me and keep an eye on your surroundings. Just don’t make it too obvious, okay?”

“Got it, let’s go so we can just get a good night’s sleep.”

Dean locked up the car and began to take the bags to the check in at the reception but with no one really around, you picked up your own and dragged your suitcase behind you.

“Hi there, we have a reservation for Smith.”

“Ah, yes. Could I see some ID please?” The woman asked, eyeing Dean but acting uninterested.

Dean handed over the IDs the two of you used when you were out in the public. “Here you are, and so sorry to bother you but could we change our weeks stay for just the night our plans kind of changed.”

“Of course, I will do that for you now.” She typed away at her computer and clicked ferociously at the mouse at her side. “I’ll see you in the morning then Mr and Mrs Smith and don’t forget about our breakfast buffet in the morning.” The words sounded rough and rehearsed but you didn’t mind - it’s what your father sounded like a few days prior to giving a speech. You just knew that Dean would enjoy the breakfast. The receptionist handed over the keys to the room as soon as she had checked out your credentials, of course she wouldn’t realise that you were using an alias.

Room 8

Dean stepped into the room first, dropping the bags, switching on the light, and drawing the curtains. He barely gave you any time at all to close the door before he pounced, pushing you against the door, pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

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swearronchanel · 4 years

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9.01

Ok it took forever to find a working link here we go

1965..

- Omg the ceiling falling on her during labor gtfo

- “Where do we begin? What marks the start of any new adventure?” Tell me, Mature Jenny

- I’m so emo ugh a year ago today (well tomorrow) I moved to London for the semester 😭 I miss it so much..

- THE BEACH BOYS😍 hell yea the tunes

- I WISH THEY ALL COULD BE CALIFORNIA GIRLLLLLSSSS

- Love Trixie’s robe, I need one

- Here’s her damn electric shaver 😂

- RIP Churchill, except not really bc you know racist, eugenist, etc😂

- You tell em Patrick! He sucks

- The turners now have a cohort of children and now rabbits lmaoo

- Tim’s been sent to boarding school, see ya never bro

- ANGELA SPOKE ?! HOLD THE FREAKING PHONE ITS ONLY BEEN HER WHOLE SILENT LIFE ON THE SHOW SJSJSJS IM SHOOK

- WAR HORSE

- skip that funeral Phyllis

- Terry wants to look after his mom how pure

- I want his camera ugh, wait till I get a vintage film camera

- Ok not to ruin the mood but Nonnatus was demolished once before, this is repetitive (I know the 60s brought demolitions but still lol)

- 7 months in squalor 😭 so sad ugh

- Phyllis to the rescue with some polite fighting words

- The cucumbers on the eyes 😂😂 I love them

- Here comes the tights competition lmaoo

- GORGEOUS GAMS, my new blog name

- Cyril gazes at them? 😂😂 who is looking at ankles? I’m weak

- I love her modesty it’s sweet lol, and I love Trixie who is modest in other ways😂

- Phyllis and sister hilda dancing and holding hands is pure AF

- I really like her, I want sister hilda’s backstory! but sister Francis tho - eh lmao I’m not sold yet

- Fred and his first wife’s picture omg let me rip my heart out, I’m glad he’s got violet now 😭

- But the little moment is realistic, we should see Patrick mention Marianne

- sorry Churchill I’m not mourning

- Trixie’s houndstooth coat is a look

- “Your values which I respect” I love her 😂

- Lucille doing the cross, felt

- Terry and his mom in the flat !! my heart

- Love my nurses showing off their legs even if this is a filler storyline *cough Trixie deserves better 1965*

- I love that Phyllis took the photos, we love a supportive mother figure

- The baby in the trash can I can’t 😭😭 it’s not just a thing of past and it’s heartbreaking

- I love Fred ok, he’s just a pure older white man. There are few

- I forgot Sgt Wolfe existed oops

- Like primrose hill ugh my heart I miss London

- Mother Mildred back on her bullshit and I love it

- She’s annoying in the best way 😂

- Sister Mj 😭 if she passes this series IM OUT THIS B! I can not handle *insert Lucille Bluth from Arrested Development saying I won’t hear it and I won’t respond to it*

- Is this Valerie’s bitch ass cousin LMAO ??

- Val pls go see your grandma, I cant stress this enough pls all of you go visit your grandmas if possible, life is too damn short and I know it too well

- Terry is the cutest child omg love him

- “Will he look like me?” Just rip my heart out would you ??

- So is this lady the mother?

- I’m calling it

- HOW DO YOU SPELL LACTATING LMFOAOAOAOA

- sgt Wolfe out here on his law and order detective shit

- What’s up with Terry? he better not die or I’m fighting

- If something happens to this poor kid I’m going to be personally offended

- “It’s not convenient right now” me at anything, everyday of my life

- Lucille is so cute even when she’s trying not to panic

- Phyllis to the rescue, again

- I love babies but this show just makes me not ever want children LMAO

- If I have to get up on my knees to push out a baby, just slice me open

- Idk why but i wish they would’ve wrote Phyllis telling someone she gave a baby away that she obviously had out of wedlock. Don’t ask why I just feel like it could’ve worked?

- Omg the diphtheria in his mouth🤢vaccinate your damn kids !!!!

- “Everything is supposed to be moving forward” FELT THIS SHELAGH! the world seems to take 2 steps forward and 15 back..

- also loving her new hair tho

- “I haven’t got all day” mood af, Stan Phyllis Crane

- “We’ll be whichever of those you need most” Mother Mildred knows what to say

- I’m glad Trixie is there tho

- Miss Higgins is lowkey underrated, she’s only been a gem lately

- “There’s nothing worse than feeling unfresh” true af Trix, I would’ve never survived without indoor plumbing or soap or anything

- Shawty delivered her own baby?!! She’s BRAVE brave

- DID THE PRIEST KNOCK HER Up?? IM CALLING GOD

- “MOTHER Mildred” put some respect on her name

- I smell shadiness in this church

- SOMEONE HAVING A MENTAL ILLNESS DOES NOT MEAN A PERSON IS BROKEN !!

- Mother Mildred PLS throw some hands for the sake of the Lord almighty

- “Smells of his chemistry set And clearisil” ahh yes what all the cool kids smell like these days you know 😂😂 rip Tim, not gone just moved away till who knows when

- ANIMATED GIBLETS LMAOAOA NOW THTS MY NEW BLOG NAME

- I love shelagh when she says random ass shit 😂 reminds me of her sister Bernadette days

- But Where’s sister Julienne in all this??

- “And I would feel more at ease if i remained” TELL EM MILDRED

- Not too sound so gen y or whatever us late 90s babies are but this priest is only giving me ~bad vibes~

- The Reggie pic😭 I love it

- Fred adding the newspaper clip to his memory box I can’t take it

- Violet my blue eyeshadow queen, I love it (I’m wearing it again in 2020, it was a look that one time)

- “Family meant no space” 😭 I just want terry to get better and reunite with his momma and new sibling

- Omg Brenda 😭 where is your ex? I will wring his neck out

- Trixie😭😭 the childhood traumas tonight whew,..

- It makes me so sad ugh

- Sister Hilda has a velvety accent if that makes sense lmaoo

- “Do you know who the father is? FATHER” MOTHER MILDRED DRAG HIM! YOU KNOW IT AS I DO

- Omg this little girls arm! help her

- Trixie’s two piece little set is so mid 60s and cute

- “I was running away from something that was hard and it was too easy” felt that Val

- But I’m so glad she’s gonna go see her gran

- TERRY IS OK GOD BLESS 😭

- “Pass the tea cakes to this end” LMAO I guess I am Mother Mildred

- Sister Julienne is like probably like thank God Mildred is finally leaving 😂

- They won runner up! 😂😂

- FISHNETS LMAO I love it

- Aww sister Frances made a blanket, pure

- SLAP HIM WITH THE CANE MILDRED

- it’s her pimp cane😂 I love it when you call me big mommaaaa

- I KNEW HE WAS THE FATHER!!! I AM PERSONALLY CALLING THE LORD TO SMITE HIM

- Violet framed Betty’s photo wow bye let me ducking cry my eyes out

- I love the buckles <3

- So what’s the next move with the demolition??

- “The past is never lost to us, we carry it with us...”

- THEY GAVE TERRY TIM’S BLAZER WOW MY HEART !!!!!

- “...the way we embrace it has the power to change everything” 😭😭

- Aww the Turner babies and rabbit babies

- Ok that was a good episode 😭

#call the midwife #my commentary #well here i am once again haha #taking on 1965 aka 2020 #yes im late af lol american problems

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lladyariall · 5 years

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*Ms. Honeybunny winking at Sam* ;) ;) ;)

*jealous lagomorph boyfriend steps in* you should really get that eye checked out! ^-^*

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Look at that ANGRY little face Max makes, right before putting on a fake smile! Holy shit- he's so pissed off about Sam and Ms. Homeybunny flirting that it I'm crying from laughing too hard to even write this blog x'D

Nah, I'm good, though. Once again, this is just my silly opinion blog about this particular interaction between these three and comment if you have any opinions to share too! :) please enjoy the characters and comics regardless of my ideas. Love y'all😘

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To say the least, we all know Max is obviously in love with Sam throughout thee entire t.v. and video game series; possibly the comics, but we'll get inside of that little history later. The main focus of how Max protrays his feelings towards his best friend and police partner, which is quite open in a rare way, Steve Purcell places out their relationship to be after all they've been together and will be when they die. It's a heart wrenching, violent story of pure friendship, and/or.. maybe more?

We're going to dig into that right now, beginning with Sam's jelly rabbit Max behavior.

When we take a look at this scene, Max only has a smile on his face to carry up an "innocent act" for the sake of his companion and this lady's (bleh) reassurance. He doesn't want to actually scare off both his colleagues to create a giant dilemma of drama and end up on being Sam's quiet side. So, the lagomorph decides not to give into his natural instinct to rip her wig off. Instead, he wiggles out his little bunny charm to do what he can to come between on Ms. Honeybunny's intentions on his best friend.

Meaning, his goal is to remain on Sam's good light so he doesn't have his canine friend to look down on him when he would have scared someone off who clearly didn't do anything wrong; in society's eye, anyhow.

The lagomorph just wanted to claim his terrority because that's HIS 6ft talking dog! He has to tear down the competition then and there, baby. Or else they're gone for life and that's never going to happen in Max's life!

Oh no, and that's why this scene is so interesting even more. Because we also get a small sequel to their, ahem, lady competition for Sam.

It's super clear how gayly in love Max is with Sam in the t.v. series and the doggo scoundrel is super aware of what his best friend is feeling. Sam is a dog with super intelligent detective skills to sense if there's something going on, especially if its coming from Max, he is on the case to solve his mysterious canine instinct itch! with the bond of them they've always shared since they were merely babies.

But this scene just proves how much of a sassy girlfriend this little lagomorph can truly be, and I love it!

He just downright called her a whore in a kid friendly manor so the censors don't kick their asses off the program too soon (even though, they did last one season) and being told, "don't worry, miss. A boat will be by to pick you up, and that means sailors! Yup, you'll get picked up, alright." ... is clearly not friendly!

That rabbit knew what he was doing. His jealously became a perfect revenge to tell her to stop her shit on them, and try it on someone else. It's classically performed here and I applaud for Max, once i was done watching this episode. Ms. Honeybunny may or may not have received the hint that they're not available, but Max has tried making it clear as day, twice now. He knows Sam doesn't get a clue; so, all that matters is that SHE understands the message:

"Sam is mine, don't flirt with me or him, go make out with a sailor, blah blah blah."

In Max's terms to this scene, he nailed it perfectly! So I believe the whole reason Sam didn't even try to say a word to her is because he clearly knew better than to try and to help Ms. Honeybunny when Max OBVIOUSLY showed no interest; he decided to take the smart choice and go to Team Max's side for silent support. And probably so he wouldn't die, either.

Later on, Sam finally decides to say something:

Sam: "you crack me up little buddy."

Max: "whatever."

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Uh.. that doesn't help, Sam!

Max probably dissed off Sam like that is because he knew he won, but he hadn't truly received the main prize: having Sam understand he belongs to only Max. His big hound still doesn't get the picture between two love rivals. Sam just doesn't realize Max still remembers when he and Ms. Honeybunny batted-eyes with each other til his REAL bunny came into the picture. His feelings must have been a little upset when he saw the lady appear again, after finding her on the boat and dressed as Geek. She was unmasked by Sam and Max's joke about calling for help on the walkie talkie was.. a little TOO panicked to me.

Like he was in a nightmare.

Like if Max saw them flirt or even remotely get near each other again, Sam would definitely have to call help from a rescue team away from Max's rage. Max knows some shark sword fighting skills to teach them both a lesson about Max being possessive as Hell, and Sam needs to wear a collar with the lagomorph's name on it. (Also, they're in the middle of the ocean. I'm pretty sure Max would use a shark as a sword somehow.)

In conclusion, this was still a fun filling jealous rival we got to see come out towards Sam and Max reacting to it. It was perfect, but I do personally wish we could have seen a jealous Sam in the series. She's just a slut and Max knew it from the start. Even if he didn't, that wouldn't change anything on how Max handled it. He stayed calm for Sam, tried to forget about Ms. Honeybunny during the rest of their mission, and she just came back out of nowhere! She keeps ruining everything by my getting the hint that Max does not care HOW she goes away- she needs to leave for good.

Max will never let anyone try to split their Freelance work and it certainly would not be their last encounter with other flirts, or crazy infatuations (*coughs* momma bosco). Max cooperated well and acted more maturely in an adult manner than he normally would be in. Like, he'd probably crush her skull on the desk or go to Geek about a sexual harassment groping from Ms. Honeybunny, so it'll get her fired.

And that's what's crazy bout all these things is Max is always up for any challenge out there. Violence, poker, best shooter, best at taking shots, the list goes on. But the emotionally ones are always backing him up in a corner to run away from and hide. Max doesnt like the emotional encounters that other people bring and it's not Sam&Max world quality.

In truth, Max may might as well be possessive, but Sam is pretty crazy about him too. It only shows their love for each other more, and I'd say that it'd be awesome if they could only be a little more open with each other. It's just super rare for Max to want to be able to share what he desires from Sam, or what's going on when someone tries to steal Sam away like Ms. Honeybunny would have done.

Sam and Max are going to have to admit more open feelings and fluff if they ever reboot the show. Seriously. It'd be a perfect opportunity to see their love grow and see more of Steve Purcell's humor again.

#sam x max #sam and max #freelance husbands #freelance police #freelance gay #get married damn it #ms. honeybunny #jealous max #yandere rights #yeah another long ass post #sorry not sorry

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katandabbieslife · 4 years

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The Long Awaited Update, maybe, if anyone still reads our stuff...

So, it’s me, Abbie, who dropped the ball this time and not Kat. I promised you guys an update about why we were gone all summer and that did not happen. To explain it, completely, I might need to go back Winter break 2 years ago. It was right around the time we started this blog. Kat and I were both full time students and working to pay for food and bills. We both let our jobs know in September that we’d need winter break off to go home for the holidays as a lot of employers in college towns expect. We were both told that would not be a problem and we made plans, book flights because they’re much cheaper when booked in advance. We were set! Wrong, we were both screwed. Schedules came out for the weeks of winter break and Kat was scheduled for 2 days that first week and then scheduled for Christmas Eve, and the day after Christmas. Kat went to ask if it was a mistake and her boss told her no, that it wasn’t a mistake and they couldn’t spare her for two weeks. She explained we booked our flights in early October because we were told she’d be off. Kat explained she needed the time off to visit family and they told her they couldn’t do it. Kat told them she was already told she’d have to time off and was going home to visit family at which point they told her if she was a no call no show, that they’d have to terminate her. She broke down in tears and went back to work. Over the next couple days, she kept begging them to give her the time off. She talked to co-workers to try to get those days covered and several said they would do it. They just had to convince their asshole manager.

Just as Kat was seemingly ready to get her situation finished, mine popped up. My schedule had me scheduled for a full 40 hours for both weeks. I was beyond shocked because I never worked over 32 hours and usually only 28 hours. I went to ask why I was scheduled for a full 40 hours and the bitch told me “Oh, you only work a short schedule because you’re a student, and since school is out for these two weeks, we had some of you kids want to go home to family for the holidays and we need you to cover some of those shifts since classes are out.” I threw my schedule down on the desk and said “Yeah, some kids wanted to go home for the holidays, I was one of them, I put in for this in September and you said it was approved, what the fuck happened?” and she just blankly stared at me. I asked when some of the other put in for the break and she was like last month, and proceeded to tell me I should ask for time off 3 weeks in advance, I pointed out I asked 3 months in advance. She gave me a shitty grin and a chuckle and told me to get back to work. I refused and told her we had flights booked for over two months and they were non-refundable (not sure if they were or not, just said that to hopefully change her mind) and she told me, I hope you didn’t pay a lot, it would suck to lose all that money for something you can’t use. I told her “I’m not going to lose money, I’ll go to the labor board or small claims court since these were booked AFTER you approved my time off.” She told me to stop being dramatic. I explained I would be going home for the holidays one way or another. After arguing with both our respective bosses, we were finally told we’d get the time off. We thought it was all settled. We left, we had a great holiday, we came back to school. We stopped by both of our places of employment to get our schedules and Kat was told she’d been replaced. She came out in tears and I comforted her and explained we’d get her another job. She calmed down and we drive to my shithole job and I get my schedule and I’m scheduled for 3 hours one day, 5 hours another and only have 5 total days scheduled in two weeks. 16 hours for 2 weeks. I raised hell and it did me no good.

Kat started her job search and I worked my few hours while filing out applications Kat brought home for me since I was looking for a new job too. Our parents knew what went on just before break and they weren’t surprised when we had to call them for extra money for bills and rent. As some of you know, My mother is an attorney and my Stepdad(Now Dad, he officially adopted me Aug. 2018) owns a small chain of like 30 or so sporting goods stores in my home state. Kat Parents own a huge Horse farm/Ranch made up of three original farms combined to make one large one. Our families are doing nicely. By this time, almost a year into our relationship, our parents were already friends and talking on a regular basis through texts, Email, and phone calls, I figure initiated by my slightly over protective mother because she feels responsible for my abuse at the hands of my biological father. Anyway, they are all friends and talk often. Mom told me to get a list of our rent and average monthly bills together and call her tomorrow. And in the meantime, Kat’s Parents put money in her account and mine did the same. I called mom with the rent and average bills and I expected her to be putting a budget or something together because “moms love that shit” right? We talked for a bit and then she said she had some phone calls to make.

She called back a couple hours later and she told me to put it on speaker phone and I heard her asking “Katherine, are you guys there?” and we heard Kat’s parents chime in and say “yes, we’re here.” We all said hi and Kat and I were looking at each other like “W.T.F.?” Mom started by telling me I needed to go quit my job immediately after the phone call, Kat’s mom told Kat to tear up any applications she had filled out and to never mind finding a new job. Again, Kat and I looked at each other like “W.T.F.?” Mom and Katherine(Kat’s mom) both started telling us how they couldn’t believe how much trouble we had just trying to come home for the holidays and how upset they were when, at first, they didn’t think they’d get to see their girls for the holidays. They were glad when we finally got to come home but they expected we’d face some kind of retaliation for taking the time off. They were a little shocked at what actually happened, they thought it would be the opposite and we’d get the hours dogpiled on us instead, causing our schoolwork to take a backseat. They both wondered that if we got new jobs, would we get too many hours to handle both work and schoolwork? Or would we go through the same trouble next holiday season? Would we get to enjoy summer break? At which point they collectively decided to pay our bills, our rent, our food, and we’d get a small bump in our monthly allowances. My allowance was guilt money from Mom anyway. Most of it goes into a saving account anyway, I also get money from stud fee’s from my German Shepherd Franklin. Usually around $500 a month sometime more (if he gets lucky, if you know what I mean? : ) Our parents were paying for school anyway, our bills did not add that much more in comparison. We just had stipulations. Every break, we have to go home to visit at least for a week unless we’re granted a reprieve. This only applies to Thanksgiving, Winter, and Summer breaks. All other breaks are short and we’re free to do with as we please. Because of comments I made to my mother about how much cam girls make online and how I bet Kat and I would make bank doing the cam girl thing, we were told “Absolutely no porn!” If they ever found a single picture of either of us online, a nipple, a lip, a butthole, our agreement would be null and void and we’d have to get jobs and all money would be pulled except for tuition, of course. (Way to go Mom, take all the fun stuff away and leave us with Work and School only! LOL) Anyway, we agreed, we wouldn’t do Porn. We also have to keep our grades up, which wouldn’t be hard since we wouldn’t have to worry about reading chapters on breaks at work, or getting papers written before our shifts. Everything seemed great. We agreed. Without having to work a part time job after class, I used the free time in the evening to pick up a few more classes each semester and have since taken classes from (8am to 7:30pm) 3 days a week and (8am to 7pm) 2 days a week, assuming the classes are offered, and luckily they have been. Those extra classes allowed me to double major and earn two bachelor degree’s this past spring, when I was only on track for one degree and only a few classes short of my second which I had planned on earning the end of this current semester, but my schedule worked out and the classes were offered during my new found free time.

Skip ahead to December of 2018 and you have stories of my Birthday Party, our Holiday party, and that’s where we left off. Through spring semester, things got hectic again. I loaded my schedule to get as many classes done as I can and with any luck, I can graduate early.

Our lives were also changed last year when we went home for winter break and I can’t wait for that chapter to start. Some of you know we’re both engaged with full blessings from both my family and hers, and we’re planning on getting married in June. One year of dating, and then 2 years and 3 months of engagement until the wedding. We’re still as happy now as we were on day one, if not happier. Kat’s mom corners us every chance she gets with wedding planning. We’ve already decided on getting married by our favorite lake on their farm, but the details are what Momma Katherine loves to obsess over and I love her for it. Ok, on to the life changer. I wrote about Kat handling the purchase of the farm northern property line of her parents property. The days leading up to arriving back home for winter break were filled with Exams and Kat making contract changes with my mother, the attorneys advice. She and Kat talked as much the week before we went home than she and I since summer break all combined. Mom helped Kat make changes and Kat emailed it to her parents attorney to make the changes official. Kats parents had been telling us they were going to take us out to celebrate when we got home and were just told we were celebrating the new addition to the company and the plans for that part of the property. Ok, well, the life changer will not be in this quick little update since the original draft of this was 28 pages long and over 22,000 words. It kind of bled into everything above then into Winter break 2018/2019. I found my Word document that I journaled in during break, just as I do with stuff I think I will write about later. So, we have this update that will hopefully explain a few things about us, and I will follow that up with the posts about last year’s winter break. I have my word files from the spring and summer too so those will be written up when I get time. For now, here is a chance to learn a little more about us. If you’re still around reading our ramblings, thank you for your patience, if you’re new, enjoy what’s been posted already and please, do not hold us to a schedule. We don’t mean to be liars by saying we’ll be posting soon and not posting for months, it’s just that life and schoolwork take precedence over Tumblr posting. I hope you understand. -Abbie

#lifechanger #bisexualgirls #collegelife #farmlife

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howtolistentomusic · 4 years

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Dear people that think the Goodwill wants to sell your Ziploc baggie of used crayons: it doesn’t. That shit goes directly into the trash, right on top of your broken furniture. Surely you mean well when you donate, say, an old dresser with a busted leg. But good intentions can’t magically transform a ragtag crew of temp agency employees into proper handymen.

If, however, you need an informed opinion on one of those homemade mixtapes that sometimes find their way into the warehouse, I might be your man.

Once upon a time I managed to con my way into the world of online music writing. As one might expect from a blogger haughty & naive enough to write under the banner How to Listen to Music, many of my insights have aged terribly. But I was constantly learning from the best critics, journalists and bloggers in the field and HtLtM was gaining steam before my fragile discipline collapsed under the weight of increasing visibility. I still believe deeply in the merits of the template I created to analyze songs on Youtube, which was unlike anything on the internet before or since. Maura Johnston seemed to like it, at least.

And yet I failed miserably at turning these creative endeavors into a sustainable career. So here I am, handling donations at my local Goodwill warehouse for minimum wage. Today old man Kenneth and I are inside the container, which is the detachable part of a freight truck the drivers dump on the dock for the roll-off team to unload. We’re placing the donations on the open edge for the guys outside to grab and toss into gaylords. Yes, the thick cardboard boxes with an open top we place on pallets to store donations in are called gaylords. And yes, my coworkers think this is hilarious. Death, taxes, and “they’re calling you!” from one roll-off laborer to another every time the term is overheard.

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“You dropped this,” Kenneth says as he hands me a crate of CDs.

“If there’s no Justin Bieber, it’s not mine.” I say.

“You better cut that shit out!” David says.

“He’s joking,” Donald tells David.

I laugh.

“I know you!” Donald says.

“Dude, I’m a poptimist.”

“A what?“

Let’s start by pointing out that it’s a hell of a lot easier to be an "authentic” artist, as a certain orthodoxy of criticism dictates one should be, when your very existence isn’t under constant attack. You’re in luck, straight white dudes! Again. What a coincidence.

Poptimism basically says nay! to all the noise. The Beatles go to Jupiter to get more stupider. Gaga goes to Mars to get more candy bars. Or college, I suppose, if your childhood sucked.

“It means I listen to pop.” Among many other genres, to be very clear. “Top 40. All the stuff you guys probably hate.”

“Bullshit!” Donald says.

I don’t know who he thinks I am but it’s clearly someone much, much cooler.

“I thought you were smart!” David says.

“Am I no longer smart if I listen to Justin Bieber?”

“Nope!” says Kenneth.

“Oh shut up!” I say to the grizzled geezer. “Go jack off to Creedence.”

“I’d rather get gang banged by CCR than listen to that little homo.”

You heard it here first. Listening to Justin Bieber: gayer than being gay!

“Really? Justin Bieber?” David says. “Wow. You think you know a guy.”

“Any recommendations?”

“Marvin Gaye! Stevie Wonder! James Brown!”

What’s Going On. Songs in the Key of Life. Think. These are all stone cold classics. I have a healthy respect for these artists but they aren’t in my regular rotation.

“Those guys are before my time. If we move up a few decades, I’m totally there. New Edition, Boyz II Men, Soul 4 Real …”

“Now we’re talking!”

“Bieber’s better though.”

David throws up his arms in wild exasperation, as if his favorite sports team just botched an important play. He doesn’t seem to understand that I’m trolling him.

To be clear, I do indeed listen to Justin Bieber’s music. “Baby” is catchy as hell, and the song’s DNA can be heard in other notable pop releases from the era such as Katy Perry’s blockbuster Teenage Dream and internet darling Carly Rae Jepsen’s Kiss. I also like “Never Say Never” if only for hearing Jaden Smith say “No pun intended / was raised by the power of WIll.” And for an album created by a former child star falling apart at the seams, Purpose has no business being as good as it is. Stand-out track “Love Yourself” contains the immortal roast “My momma don’t like you and she likes everyone.” And with its heavy utilization of short, staccato notes and sudden, dramatic rests, the song is my favorite example of a distinct style of guitar playing favored by many male musicians. Such “cool pauses” give these songs a slightly broken, incomplete feel that mirrors the artist’s self-assured “deal with it” tone and I love it.

Even Carlos, my arch enemy, likes “Love Yourself”. A while back we were inside the warehouse creating pallets of our best furniture to be sent to proper Goodwill retail locations. Supervisor Anna miraculously felt like hearing some contemporary hits that day and had the building’s three radios tuned to Live 105.5, our local top 40 station. “Love Yourself” played.

“This is Bieber’s only good song,” Carlos told me. He tried to sing along but quickly lost the words. “Sing it!” he said. “I know you know it!”

I wasn’t sure if I should be offended by being stereotyped or impressed by his accuracy. Nonetheless, it was true! I did know the words! I picked up where he left off.

”‘Cause if you like the way you look that much / Oh baby you should go and love yourself / And if you think that I’m still holdin’ on to somethin’ / You should go and love yourself.“

It wasn’t a particularly strong vocal performance but Carlos, somehow, was awed.

“Daaaaaaamn!” he cooed. It was perhaps the only time I ever impressed him.

Carlos, in case it wasn’t clear, is an asshole. He’s the type of open misogynist that progressives, in our insulated internet bubbles, are shocked to realize still exist. My masculinity isn’t up to par with his standards and he likes to torture me because of it.

Carlos is off today but there’s a small part of me that wishes he was here. He’d have no trouble buying the fact that I listen to Justin Bieber. At the same time, I know I need to be careful. After all, Bieber is far from my favorite musician. But I can’t help it. Playing Bieleber is such a fun and easy way to rile up my coworkers.

“You need a lesson in quality, my boy!” David says.

“I’m all ears!” I say, but he just shrugs.

If I wanted to be really mean, I could point out that David just might be the true Bieleber in roll-off. See, David the Bieber-hating quality expert is the same David that sometimes drops me off at the bus station after our shift ends. More than once on these trips, a Justin Bieber song played on the radio. Did he change the station? Nope!

David seems to be harboring a lot of hate for a musician whose songs he doesn’t even recognize. This doesn’t surprise me, of course, because Bieber hate is barely about Justin Bieber.

Leonardo DiCaprio. Robert Pattinson. Zac Efron. Boy bands. The Biebs. Celebrities like these are cut from the same cloth in that they’re overwhelmingly attractive in a way that draws ravenous, predominantly female fanbases. In turn, this provokes intense contempt and ridicule from traditional dudes everywhere. This is bullshit. It’s retaliation against open female desire that, in an affront to their entitlement, isn’t directed towards Man McAverage.

Evoking “quality” is no exemption from these kinds of considerations. Many people treat the word as if it’s an objective and universal set of standards everyone intuitively understands but this is nonsense. Quality is more like a self-shaped hole we attempt to carve into the world, both encompassing and reproducing our ideals, desires, prejudices, etc. It sure as hell doesn’t explain itself.

I’ve been immersed in the world of music writing for a long time. My favorite publications tend to be ones that upend the very idea of quality. The Singles Jukebox gathers a variety of writers to weigh in and score the same song, and reading wildly different takes on what makes art good or bad is enlightening. One Week // One Band achieves something similar by inviting a different writer (sometimes a professional, sometimes not so much) to take over the blog for a seven-day deep dive into a musician they love, with “no rules and no canon” dictating who that musician can be. And then there was Hipster Runoff, the defunct but brilliant meta exploration of taste and identity that often delved into the ingredients of quality that we don’t like to talk about.

I think I ‘like’ them because they are differentiated from 'traditional music’ and 'modern indie music.’ When I listen to them, I exist on a higher plane of musical appreciation and consume products for 'all the right reasons.’

- Carles, the voice of Hipster Runoff, on Animal Collective

Quality shouldn’t be a Get Out of Bullying Your Co-Worker Free card. But after a lifetime of living with what is often considered bad taste, I’ve learned to be on the offensive just in case.

Try harder, fuckers.

#minwagepop

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coralines-diary · 4 years

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Dear Momma

When I was younger I was your favorite child. I was the one you wanted all these years because I was a girl.

Because I was the girl, I got special treatment.

Whenever you heard me cry tended to me.

Whenever I was hungry you fed me and when I kept you up late at night you didn't mind it because I was the girl you’ve been waiting for.

The last two pregnancies you had boys, and you wanted so badly a girl so you kept trying.

Finally your wishes came true, you had a baby girl.

As I got older more and more conflicts arose with you and my dad. You guys split up and when that happened it was a court order we had to see you every other weekend. THAT SUCKED. Me being 11 at the time going back and forth was exhausting. Spent christmas eve with my dad and christmas day with you. My birthdays were split between two parents. When i finally decided i hated going back and forth i stopped seeing you except when i wanted to and felt like i needed my mom. Every time I went with you it was a toxic time, you spent the majority of your time talking about how my dad wasn't good and how he shouldn't have sole custody of me ect. When i graduated 8th grade i went to live with you and give it a shot.

I spent my freshman year with you and in the beginning it was good.

Slowly everything went downhill and I got more and more sad.

I didn't want to be there anymore because you would place the blame on me.

For everything my older brother did I got blamed for it.

When I had a better grade than him, I got a’s and b’s but since I had one f in math I was forbidden from going anywhere.

I couldn't go to school dances, football games, or better yet any school activities.

Why ??? just why??

I asked myself everyday why me, why you hate me so much i couldn't go out or do anything if i had one bad grade.

The mental abuse was so significant ,i hated myself because i thought you hated me.

I just wanted you to accept me because you hadn't been in my life as a child as much because i just thought it was better for me and so i tried to make up for it.

I tried to please you, everything I did I did to please you.

But nothing I did was ever good enough for you.

I was called all sorts of names I don't even want to repeat in this blog.

The verbal abuse was horrible.

You deny it till this day, yo say im lying and i was making it up.

You told everyone i cut myself for attention, no momma i didn’t i did it because i actually wanted to end my life.

I couldn't please you so i thought i couldn’t please anyone.

For months I refused to see my dad because I didn't want him to know the truth. I felt completely alone. I didn't have my dad and i didn’t have my mom.

I made it up in my head that I wasn't good enough for either parent.

I was so depressed living with you because you said I wouldn't amount to much and because I had a boyfriend. I was going to end up pregnant and a dropout.

Right before I went to my dad's house you told me it was my fault my brother went on a rampage, it was my fault he walked out the house screaming, it was all me.

You yelled at me while I sat at the table eating my captain crunch. I watched everything go down and somehow it was my fault when i was eating my cereal minding my business. After you verbally abused me you said you're going to your dads i can't handle you anymore those were the last words you spoke to me before my dad went and picked me up at the target in Santa Clarita.

Before i left to my dads i cut my arms and cute my thighs, i cut myself with the razor blade you bought me because i lied to you and told you it was for my paintings so i could scrape it off. If it doesn't ring a bell you bought it for me at and O’rileys it came with a yellow holder ( scars i still have till this day to remind me of everything you did to me)

Not even 15 minutes into being with my dad he noticed something was wrong. He noticed the light from me was gone. I wasn’t this laughing happy and cheerful child he once knew. How come he knew after fifteen minutes and it took you 3months to see I was suffering and the only reason you saw was because my dad let you know. Mommy you’re a nurse you were trained to see and learn about patients with depression. Why didn’t you hear my cry for help, why didn’t you see it? Was I not good enough for you?? Why did you hurt me mommy??? I just wanted a mom that loved and cared for me. Did you even care enough to notice me?? To notice all I wanted was approval?? To notice all I needed and wanted in my life was my mom, I had my first ever boyfriend that year and you weren’t there to support me like every other mom. You weren’t there when I had my first kiss, first date, first dance, first football game, my csi award. You weren’t there for a lot of my life in the beginning and in the end, there is and always will be a reason. I should have listened to my dad when he said don’t go but I didn’t and I left. You will never be back in my life again you ruined our relationship, you ruined me!! “Your favorite child” I’ll never be the same! If there is one thing you did to me is you tore me down and with time, heavy therapy, positive people in my life I became stronger. I became a better person. I became a fighter. And you hate that don’t you?? You hate that I didn’t agree with everything you did. You hated that I was just like my dad, and those are your words not mine!

AUTHORS NOTE---

I DONT CONDONE OR RECOMMEND THE BEHAVIOR THAT HAD TAKEN PLACE IN THIS WRITING. This was the beginning of my battle with depression and I was very done with everything, I didn't wan to fight I wanted to give up then and there. My dad saved me and honestly I thank him and appreciate what he did and always will until I die, I cant tell you how blessed I am because I couldn't put it into words. You can see I was a troubled kid and needed help. This is a letter I wrote for my mom so I could heal and get passed it and when I write its a form of release for me and after a few years of holding everything In I let it all out and left it for the world to see. Some of us just got lucky with great parents that love and care for each other while others get a parent or parents like or even worse than mine. you aren't alone we will fight this battle together. My mom is no longer in my life I tried to rekindle things a while back but I couldn’t I thought she would change but she didn't so I did what was best for me and my mental health and cut her out of my life. Also if you aren't old enough to get out of your parents house just wait when you turn 18 or when ever you feel comfortable you can leave and cut them out, id rather you cut out a toxic parent/person than your beautiful skin. I’d much rather you guys be safe and alive and fighting than ending your precious life. STAY STRONG YOU GOT THIS XOXO -CORALINE

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let-it-raines · 5 years

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Rising from the Ashes (10/?)

Summary: When her husband died, Emma wasn’t sure that she could ever move on. He left her with a broken heart and a baby who was only three-months old. It’s enough to take most people down, to make them not want to keep going, but Emma Swan isn’t most people. She’s stronger than she has any right to be. And after years of heartache, she’s found ways to move on…one of those being in Neal’s best friend, Killian Jones.

As she’s always known, however, things are more complicated than they ever seem to be.

Rating: Mature

A/N: Thank you to @theonceoverthinker for taking the time to write an incredible fic recommendation for this story! 10 Reasons Why You Should be Reading Rising from the Ashes. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read it!

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“We need to get dressed,” Emma whispers to him, but she doesn’t move. She doesn’t unwrap her arm from his waist or move her cheek away from where it’s pressed into his chest, right over the beat of his heart. He wouldn’t normally think of that, but he knows that she has to feel how quickly it’s beating right now.

It could beat out of his chest.

“We need to talk.”

“I know,” she admits, twisting her head and smattering kisses against his chest, against all of the skin and scars and hair that reside there. It feels so damn good to have her pressed up against him again, and he never wants it to stop. He never wants to let go. “And this is such a crappy thing to do, but we probably have to put it off until tonight. We’ve got…it’s not going to be easy, and I don’t think we can get it done before Ada wakes up.”

She makes a good point. He hates that for a few moments he forgot their daughter, but she wasn’t exactly what was on his mind while he was having sex with her mother. That’s how she was created, but still. His mind had been lost in the emotion of it all, in the emotion and ecstasy of having Emma back in his arms. It was his fault that she’d left, but he’s slowly making his way back to realizing that he never should have done that. And it’s not a flittering thought followed by the argument, the contrasting thoughts keeping him in an unescapable limbo. It’s what he thinks and how he feels. He can’t not have his partner back by his side, but he knows that they need to talk, that it’s not all solved.

They just can’t have this talk right now.

“Why don’t we clean up a bit, get dressed, and then grab Ada before heading back downstairs to sit with Neal for a little while, though I really want to talk about some of the stuff you said about him earlier. That’s – it was fucked up, and we’re not going to ghost over it.”

“Later,” she promises, and he knows that she means it. They’re finished not talking things through. That’s not them, and they’re going to fix it, fix them. “We’ll talk about everything later. You can make a list on your phone since I know that you want to.”

“I know you’re being sarcastic, but it feels so damn good for you to be teasing me again.”

“It does,” she sighs, kissing up his neck and his jaw before she briefly brushes her lips over his, vibrations moving all the way down to his toes. “I’m going to fix my hair and, well, my face and change back into my old clothes, okay? I don’t really want Neal to know that we weren’t just talking.”

“Swan, I think he knows that we’ve had sex.”

She groans before rolling off of the bed, the soft curves of her skin on full display to him as she picks up clothes from the floor, tossing his back to him before she disappears into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her while the water of the sink runs. He’s not entirely sure that he can get up now, not with the lingering ecstasy and the slight shake in his limbs. He’s got more thoughts running through his mind than before, which he always thought was an impossibility. There’s so much to say, so much to unpack.

So little time and yet all of the time in the world in front of him.

Slowly, he gets up and off the bed as well, finding one of Ada’s baby wipes and cleaning himself up before he gets dressed, straightening up his clothes and his hair while looking into the mirror to make sure that nothing is too messed up. His collarbone is a little red from Emma’s lips and teeth, but the collar of his shirt covers it anyways. It’s been a hell of a long time since they had to hide the fact that they had sex from an adult. Henry? Sure. But someone over the age of thirty, not so much. It’s idiotic, but it’s also the slightest bit thrilling.

Even in his head he knows that’s immature, that it’s petty. He and Neal aren’t in some kind of competition to win Emma. She’s not a prize to be won. Her heart can be won, but only with her permission, and he’s lucky enough to have gained that a long time ago.

-/-

“It’s like a swampland out here,” Emma complains as they walk back to her apartment, Henry in between them with his hands in each of theirs. “We have got to find another public pool.”

“I like that pool, Momma.”

“I know, Henry,” she sighs before letting go of Henry’s hand to grab the key so she can unlock the front door. The lad is dragging a bit, so he picks him up and rests him on his hip. He’s getting bigger, but it’ll be years before Killian can’t carry him anymore. Or at least until he can’t carry him for long distances. “We had a fun day today, didn’t we? Killian taught you how to dive.”

“I was like a fish,” Henry shouts, throwing his hands up in the air so that he has to dodge to keep from getting punched by a kid. “Did you see me look like a fish, Killy?”

“I did, lad,” he promises, hoisting Henry up a little more while they finally get back into the apartment. “You did so well, even when you almost lost your swim trunks.”

“That was funny.”

“Indeed it was.”

“Alright, we’ve got to get you in the bathtub so that you can be a clean fish,” Emma tells them as she puts the tote bags they brought to the pool with them down in the entryway, sand likely somehow in them despite the pool only having the one sand pit play area.

“I’m already clean.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am,” Henry huffs, and he braces himself for the tantrum that is inevitably going to come. It usually does on long days like this, and he was wondering when it was going to happen. “I don’t want a bath.”

“You’re taking a bath,” Emma says flatly, rolling her eyes a bit before she takes Henry out of his arms despite the squirming that’s happening. He could knock teeth out with those limbs. “Babe, do you want to find something for dinner while I handle the sea monster?”

“Are you sure, love? I can help.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she promises, her lips forming in a soft smile while Henry’s protests get a little louder. Emma’s mood is about to sour because of this, but he already knows that she’s going to get it all done by herself. She’s a wonderful mum, a super one really, and as much as he’s been a part of Henry’s life for years, it’s only in the past four months that he’s truly gotten to see much more of what Emma goes through being a parent. She told him before, let him help before, but he finds that when he wakes up at three in the morning because Henry’s had a bad dream and needs to tell his mum about it, he really gets to see the intimacy and trust Emma and Henry share.

Being with Emma, really and honestly being with her, since May has been one of the greatest things to ever happen to him, if not the greatest. She’s so bloody wonderful, and getting to show and tell her that is a great honor to him. He loves her more than anything, and even if they haven’t said it yet, he’s thankful to love and to be loved in return.

He’s forever thankful that he gets to be a part of Emma and Henry’s lives even when he can hear Henry having a meltdown from the bathroom.

The kid has some lungs on him.

While Emma is bathing Henry, he pulls the chicken out of the fridge and chops it up so he can make fajitas for them. It’s quick, easy, and they can give Henry the chicken without worrying about him spilling it or not liking it. The lad’s a rather picky eater, and he probably gets that from Emma. He didn’t go out to eat a lot with Neal, the two of them mostly staying at the gym or in bars, but he doesn’t remember him ever not liking anything. He usually liked just about everything. Maybe Henry will be like that someday.

He turns on the stove and drops some chopped up onions and peppers in the pan before adding the chicken, listening to it sizzle as the cries from the bathroom calm down. Henry’s either worn himself out, the day in the sun finally getting to him, or Emma’s struck some kind of fear into the lad with one of her stares. He’d bet it’s that the kid is tired, but he doesn’t know.

Twenty minutes later he’s got the food all set up on the counter, Henry’s plate already fixed, and Emma and Henry walk down the hallways and turn into the kitchen. Henry’s already got on his new Ninja Turtles pajamas, and his hair is lying flat on his head while it dries. Emma looks like she’s run a marathon today, and he knows that they’re going to be in bed the moment Henry is asleep.

Dinner goes without too much issue. Henry is definitely still in a mood, but he’s not flinging food anywhere or screaming, so honestly, he takes it as a win for today. Sometimes it’s the small things. But within the hour, he and Emma have Henry in bed, having read him a story and tucked him in, and just like he thought, the moment Emma gets to her room, she collapses on her mattress, spreading out like a starfish.

“Why do we take him to do fun things when it ends like that?” she moans, the tiredness seeping through every word.

“Because it’s nice when he’s not tired.”

“I don’t remember. I’ve blocked all happiness out for the disaster was giving him a bath.”

He hums as he takes off the shorts he’s had on all day and grabs the pajama pants that he keeps over here, pulling them up and letting them rest on his hips while he sheds his shirt and tosses it into Emma’s hamper. They didn’t talk about him staying over tonight, but he has every night this week. He doubts tonight will be any different.

“Well, darling,” he sighs, walking over to her and leaning down above her so that he can brush his lips over hers, nipping at her upper lip with his teeth, “you shouldn’t do that. Henry had a grand time today, you too, and you should remember that.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Are you going to throw your own fit?”

“Yes,” she huffs, and he brushes his lips over hers again before moving up her face and ending at her forehead, the awkwardness of kissing her upside down fading the slightest bit. “It’s my life, and I can whine if I want to.”

“That’s not how the song goes.”

“It’s how my song goes.” She rolls over on the bed and over to what he’s come to know as her side before he sits down on the mattress, getting himself comfortable before Emma leans over and wraps her arms around his waist, her head resting on his shoulder. “Thank you for being awesome today and every day really. I know dating me likely wasn’t your life plan.”

“Oh I don’t know about that,” he sighs, threads his fingers into the ends of her hair and brushes through the tangles that have gathered from a day in the pool. “I think I signed up for this a long time ago.”

“Yeah, but that was back before Henry could talk while he was throwing fits. Back then it was just incoherent screaming.”

“Swan, I promise I don’t mind. I love you both, and I will listen to the fits as much as I have to.” Emma tenses under his touch, her entire body going still and her arms tightening around his waist. He’s not sure what’s just happened, so he timidly looks down at Emma, using his free hand to tilt her chin up at him. “What’s got you so tense?”

“Nothing,” she lies.

“Would you like to try that again?”

“I d-don’t – ” she stutters, her eyes closing before they open back up again. “Did you just say that you love me?”

“I – ” Oh hell, he did. He wasn’t going to do it that way. He was going to let Emma say it first, let her take the lead. Their entire relationship is complicated, even with how well they work together, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her. He’s the first person she’s truly been with since Neal, and being in love would be a big deal for her. But he did say it, and he does mean it. And he’s not going to lie to her. “I do love you,” he whispers, running his thumb over the dip in her chin while he softly smiles down at her, his heart steadily beating against his ribcage. “I love Henry too, but I am so in love with you Emma Swan that I could easily run through fields of flowers and swim in that public pool all day to prove it.”

She laughs, and it’s the sweetest of sounds. Really and truly. But then she’s readjusting herself, sitting up in bed and caressing his face, her palms and fingertips moving over his jaw while her eyes study him, trailing everywhere until she’s looking directly at him.

“For someone who is such a suave flirt on a regular basis, you are damn cheesy in the big moments. But I love you, Killian. I really, really do.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’d run through fields of flowers and swim in public pools to prove it too.”

He barks out a laugh before he’s surging forward and capturing Emma’s lips with his, reveling in the little gasp that she makes. It’s something so delicate, but it also makes all of his flesh break out in bumps, a shiver running down his spine and hitting each of his vertebrae with the happiness and ecstasy of it all.

She bites down on his bottom lip before she soothes it with her tongue, and he growls before leaning forward and pushing her back on the mattress, covering her body with his as they move together in a gentle caress. He hasn’t been this happy in years, and he never wants it to stop.

This woman may very well be the love of his life.

This woman is the love of his life.

He doesn’t care if he’s getting ahead of himself. He’s not. He can’t be, not when they’ve known each other for seven years, not when she’s been his best friend for three, not when he’s been in love with her for over a year now, not when he knows.

“Do we really have to go back to the pool?” Emma mutters when they pull back. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips reddened and a bit swollen, and he can feel her chest move against him, the both of them searching for air. “Or can I prove my love for you in here?”

“However would you do that, my love?”

She hums for a moment while her fingers comb through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. “Well, I could fuck your brains out, but that could get messy. So I was kind of thinking that you’d be willing to watch a movie with me that I’m inevitably going to fall asleep watching.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

-/-

“Do I look freshly fucked?” Emma jokes when she comes out of the bathroom, everything just the same as it was before they came up here to talk. Her eyes are still red rimmed, the slightest bit puffy, but she looks like Emma.

She looks happy.

“You look beautiful.”

Her lashes flutter down against her cheeks before she starts messing with the hem of her sweater while pulling up the waistband of her leggings. “Thank you. I’m going to go check on Ada, okay? Why don’t you go down and finish watching whatever cop show you were watching with Neal?”

“Live PD.”

“I didn’t really need to know.”

“And yet I told you anyways.”

She scoffs before shaking her head and walking toward the door the door, opening it and walking out of the room. He’s just about to follow her when he sees the blue velvet box on the floor. Slowly, he picks it up, thumbing at the material before he sits back down on the bed, the mattress soft under him as his heart gets stuck in his throat.

Emma was never supposed to find this.

He was supposed to take her to the coast. They were going to go to dinner, just the two of them like they enjoy doing to have time to themselves, and then he was going to guide her out to the shore and to the lighthouse. It’s pretty touristy, but no one goes in the winter months, the chill too cold. He and Emma have been out there by the water more times than he can count since they moved here, and nowhere else seemed quite right. Really, nowhere.

Maybe he could do it with the kids. Maybe in the backyard with bulb lights strung up in the trees and over the patio. They’ve never been one for big romantic gestures. They’ve always been two people who simply needed and wanted to know that they were loved by the fact that someone was there to hold their hand while waiting on a pregnancy test or to hear about a promotion at work or a dodgy medical report. It’s always been about the little things, the tiny shows of support every day. It’s never been about a bed full of rose petals or dinners that they can’t afford. He can understand the romance of that. He did before he was with Emma. But they’re different. They always have been.

But now he doesn’t know. Now he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know how to propose or even if he should propose despite the future that he knows they have. They need time to heal. It hasn’t just been a rough two and a half weeks. It’s been a rough three months, and as much as he believes in them, they have some work to do.

Besides, they might not be about the big gestures of romance, but Emma deserves a proposal that’s more than him asking her because she found the ring. She deserves something better, even if he knows they’d be perfectly happy no matter how it happens.

They’re going to be fine. Their lives are getting back on track, and he can’t wait. They may be taking the scenic route, but they’re getting there.

It’s what he’s done all his life regardless. He’s thirty seven years old, and he’s still got so much to figure out and so much to do.

Rising from the bed, he quickly walks into the closet and puts the ring back in his uniform before lifting the chair and taking it back to its rightful place in the corner of the room. He’s not exactly sure what Emma was doing with the chair, but he’ll ask her later.

After he’s gone downstairs to spend some time with Neal.

“You missed the most ridiculous case,” Neal laughs when he walks into the room and settles down on the loveseat instead of the recliner, propping his feet up on the ottoman. “This man had an alligator in the back of his truck that climbed out of the back and got on the highway.”

“Was it in Florida?”

“Obviously. It was insane. He had narcotics with him as well, but that stuff is batshit crazy. I remember a couple of years ago, there was this news article about a man who was attacked by an alligator while he was hiding from the cops. It was insane.”

Killian’s about to say something, the words on the tip of his tongue, but instead he closes his lips and keeps quiet. There’s something off about what Neal just said. It’s another outrageous story that matches up with this one, but Killian remembers that. He remembers because his boss had known the cop in the story. It was some distant connection, like his brother-in-law’s sister’s husband, but he’d still known the man. And if his boss knew about it and talked to him about it, that meant the story couldn’t be older than two years.

How the hell does Neal know a story that was two years old? He shouldn’t have had any access to the news. Maybe he’d read it in his effort to keep up with current events. Why he was reading about wild news in Florida, he has no idea. He’s not sure that it’s a mystery he wants to solve. He might simply be into pop culture more than he is actual news. Killian can’t blame him. The actual news is rather depressing.

Then again, so is reading about some celebrities.

“Ooh, look at the lights, Ada bug,” Emma coos as she walks into the room with Ada on her hip, her hand pointing at the tree. He has never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life, and he has to swallow the gulp that’s stuck in his throat. “Didn’t your daddy and Henry do such a good job at decorating? I mean, obviously Mommy did all of the work, but we’ll let them have some credit.”

“What about me?”

“And Neal. Neal also helped make everything special for your first Christmas.”

Emma plops down next to him on the sofa, and he wraps his arm around her shoulder, tugging her in closer while his fingers mess with the tips of her hair. It feels good to be able to be affectionate with her again. He doesn’t ever want to give it up.

God, he was a jackass. He thought he was being honorable and doing a good thing, but he was a jackass.

He could hold his girls forever.

“Hello, darling,” he whispers to Ada, reaching over with his free hand to bop her nose, which always makes her dissolve into a fit of giggles. He thinks she rather likes the attention. “Would you like to watch people get arrested in real time?”

“You two are great influences.”

“Never said I was one,” Neal shrugs, a playful smile tugging at his lips even behind the glass he’s holding. “She’s a calm baby. Was Henry like that, Ems?”

“Sometimes, but Ada is almost seven months. They’ve calmed a bit by then if they’re not teething. When they’re newborns, it’s a little more insane. Henry was pretty good, but you were there for a few of the nights. You know how much he could wail.”

“Yeah, that’s true. It’s kind of hard to remember. I guess I blocked it out and just thought of the good memories.”

“That’s probably a good thing. No one wants to think about the wails of a baby too much. He loved his tummy time, though, which is weird because Ada used to hate it. So I don’t know. It really depended on the day and if I had help or not.”

“Yeah,” Neal sighs, looking over at them for a moment, his gaze staying on Emma before he sees it flicker to Killian’s arm around her shoulder for a brief moment. It doesn’t last long before he’s back staring at the television.

“Are you okay, Neal?” Emma questions, straightening her back out.

“I’m fine, Ems. I’m just thinking about all that I missed. You don’t have to say you’re sorry. You couldn’t have changed any of it, and I’m glad I’m here now. I never thought I would be, and this is – this is everything to me.”

“It’s everything to us too,” he promises for both he and Emma, not wanting her to have to find the words when he knows that she’s struggling over her feelings for Neal. He squeezes her arm before he runs his hand up and down her bicep and onto her shoulder, trying to comfort her as much as he can. They’ve both been on emotional rollercoasters today. This morning he’d woken up with a pain in his neck and in his chest before taking Ada for a walk and to the grocery store. He had no idea that by this evening he and Emma would be tentatively working on things, that they might not be as broken.

He can’t imagine all of the thoughts that must have gone through her mind leading up to everything. Hopefully he’ll get a glimpse of them later so that she doesn’t bottle them all up inside.

“Thank you,” Emma whispers, resting her head on his shoulder.

It’s not a problem at all. All he wants is to be able to support her and be there for her.

He should have never stopped.

The next hour is spent watching television and laughing at the ridiculousness of everything that’s on screen. He and Emma have to trade off playing with Ada and keeping her entertained even though she’s mostly happy to move around in her bouncer. It’s one of the lightest nights he’s had since Neal came home, and he’s glad for it as the three of them fall back into old patterns like when they were younger – just with a few differences.

When Henry gets home from ice skating with Avery, they let him talk about how good of a time he had and how funny it was watching Avery’s mum fall on the ice. He’s sure that was bloody painful, but Henry’s eight. Painful things are funny when they’re not happening to him. But eventually they have to put he and Ada to bed. Neal hasn’t quite gotten the practical parts of being a parent down so he usually stays away from nighttime routines, but that works for he and Emma because the moment he closes Henry’s door and Emma closes Ada’s (because she’s actually in her nursery tonight instead of their room), he and Emma walk into their bedroom and shut the door behind them without having to worry about making excuses.

It’s only nine, Ada up a little later from her nap, but it’s still too early for them to be getting away with going to bed.

They’re doing it anyhow.

“So,” Emma starts, reaching up underneath her sweater and pulling her bra off before putting it in the hamper.

“So,” he echoes, unzipping his jeans and tossing them in as well before he heads into the closet and pulls a pair of pajama pants off the shelf, tossing Emma her own pair, “we need to talk.”

“I find when a man tells me that it rarely means something good, and we’ve been saying it a lot.”

“I think it’ll be good,” he shrugs, stepping into his pants. “I think we’ll clear the air, and then we won’t have all of this extra stuff weighing down on us.”

“I like that idea.”

“Thought you would.” He clicks his tongue as he takes the few steps to the bed so that he can sit down at the foot of it while he takes a few deep breaths, trying to regulate himself. This is a bit terrifying. “I’m sorry, Emma. I don’t – you remember how much we struggled when we first got together, right? We had both said it was okay to move on from our pasts, from Neal’s death, but then when we moved on together – ”

“It was hard,” she finishes, tossing her leggings to the side before she curls up in the arm chair. It’s her favorite spot to sit in the room when she’s trying not to be lazy. If she gets in the bed or on the window seat, there’s a pretty good chance she falls asleep, especially recently. Nursing is hard on her, and it nearly always wipes her out. “I felt so guilty sometimes. I loved you, wanted to be with you, and I always thought, you know, Neal would be happy we had each other. But it still sometimes felt wrong.”

“Exactly, love. So imagine that except intensified. I know that you were here, that you had your own feelings on the matter, but, Emma, it was so damn hard being with you when I thought that I didn’t have any right to.”

“How could you think that? I love you. You’re my…you’re my family.”

“Aye, I know, I know,” he mutters, tapping his fingers against his knee while he focuses on his breathing. This is harder to articulate than he thought it would be, and looking at the brokenness on Emma’s face doesn’t help. “I know that. You’re my family. You and the kids are my entire world. I have nothing without you all. I just,” he croaks, tears stinging behind his eyes despite every attempt for them not to, “I felt like I didn’t deserve to be with you, for you to love me when the man you loved first was right there back from the dead. I know that first loves don’t have to be only loves. That’s ridiculous thinking. But you never chose to stop loving Neal. He was taken from you.”

He watches Emma nod her head up and down before she’s crossing her arms over her chest and reaching up to mess with her necklace. Even when she was pissed at him, she didn’t take it off. He always felt such comfort in that even if he was reading too much into it.

“I know, and it’s not fair. It’s not fair that Neal was captured, that he’s been through hell, that our family was split up. It’s not fair, nothing about it, and I have beat myself up over it for eight years. We need to look into therapy, by the way. For, um, Henry. And possibly for me. I think it might be nice to have a professional to talk to because my emotional whiplash is insane.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, love,” he promises, looking up at her and smiling, giving her the constant reassurance that her vulnerability is good thing. “I’m not sure how much Henry will love it, but I have been so worried about him, especially after yesterday. We have no idea what else is happening that he’s keeping from us.”

“I can’t believe that happened. I can’t believe there are moms at that school calling me a whore, let alone saying it in front of their kids. That’s so messed up.”

“It’s fucked up,” he chuckles, not really sure what else to say. He hasn’t stopped fuming about it. He could punch a wall, but he knows not to, to try to channel his anger other places. Usually it’s in his runs. He needs to go running Monday morning. “We’ve gone through enough guilt over everything. We sure as hell don’t need people saying wrong, hurtful things about our family. People get divorced, people break up. Not everyone gets married and stays married to the same person. Not everyone has all of their children with one person. There’s just…there’s so much wrong with all of that, and I hope you didn’t take any of it to heart.”

“I’ve dealt with enough mean moms not to,” she shrugs before reaching down into the basket next to her and pulling out a blanket to wrap around her body. “But, yeah, um, we can talk about therapy later when we can look into it. I don’t – Killian, I understand your mindset. I understand that your mom and Liam raised you to be an honorable guy, that you are one, but I want to know why you couldn’t understand that you’re my family too. You had to have known that us taking a break, that it would kill me. My chest literally felt like I’d been stabbed for days on end.”

His chest feels like he’s been stabbed right now.

“I did. I watched you break down. I watched you sob like I haven’t seen in years, but I felt like I had to. My mind was so confused, so muddled, and I felt like I needed to take a step back to figure out what was happening, to possibly give you and Henry a chance at happiness.”

“My love,” Emma croaks, wiping away the tears that haven’t fallen from her eyes yet, “you make us happy. I don’t know how many times I can say this before you fully get it, but you are my family, our family. You are the only dad Henry has ever known until now. Yeah, he knew about Neal, but he didn’t know him. Now he gets that opportunity, which is so wonderful, but at the end of the day, you’re the one who has always been his dad. And now he gets two. That’s a good thing. That’s not a bad thing.”

She’s right. Of course she’s right. He’s been so confused, so idiotic, and if he had been smart enough to talk to Emma, to talk to Liam, to talk to someone, maybe he could have figured some of that out without causing everyone this much pain.

Never again. He’s not going to let this happen ever again.

Same team.

“You’re right.”

“He can love you both, and while a part of me will always love Neal, I don’t want to be with him. I’ve grown and changed. When we were together, Neal and I, I was young and naïve and craving someone to make me feel loved. I had Ruth and David, but the orphan in me convinced me that I needed some other kind of validation, that I needed someone else to love me. So when this older guy came around, one who was in a uniform and charming and who made me laugh, I felt this instant connection to him.”

“You guys were good together,” he admits, smiling a bit to himself thinking about it.

“We had our moments, but looking back, a lot of our relationship was screwed up. We were both adults, but there was a power imbalance. I wasn’t as sure of myself as I am now. I didn’t know any better. When…when I told Neal that I was pregnant,” she whispers, her voice suddenly quiet even though he knows what happens next, has already heard her say the words today, “he wasn’t happy. I don’t know. It’s, like, it’s almost like he didn’t want the connection with me more than he didn’t want a baby. But I tried to convince myself otherwise, tried to convince myself that it was just shock, but then he wasn’t around as much. He wasn’t really around at all during my pregnancy. He missed Henry’s birth for training when they told him he could come home from it for the birth. I don’t think I ever felt more distant from him than I did then. And for eight years I thought he was dead.”

His heart has been broken several times in his life. His dad leaving was the first, his mum dying the second, his breakups with Tina and Milah third and fourth, but this right here…listening to Emma talk about these secrets she’s hoarded away for years, this might be the worst. She doesn’t deserve any of this. She hasn’t deserved any of the horrible things that have happened to her since the day she was born and left on fire station steps, but most of all, he thinks that she doesn’t deserve for the people she’s trusted with her heart to break it while it’s still in their hands.

He did the same, even if it was temporary. He did the same.

Never again. He’ll keep thinking it until it’s true. “Emma, why have you never told me this?”

She wipes at her tears again before getting up and quickly crossing the room, plopping down next to him and wrapping her arms around his stomach while her shoulder shake. He can hear her sniffling, and all he knows to do is hold her. She’s opened up her walls enough for him to be the one that gets to comfort her, and it’s not an honor he takes lightly.

He could kill Neal. He won’t, but he could. The bastard went on and on about how devastated he is to have missed Henry’s life when he didn’t even care for him at the beginning. Maybe he’s changed. He’s had a long time to do it. But he can’t imagine what it must be like for her to remember all of this and have to watch him interact with Henry now. Neal has never been a bad guy, but he could be selfish. And this – this is damn selfish.

How could he not have been happy to have a child with Emma? Finding out Emma was pregnant with Ada is one of the great moments of his life, and as much as he tries, as much as he thinks about the circumstances, he can’t understand.

“Because when I got the news that Neal had disappeared, that he had died, I was so devastated. And it’s almost like it wasn’t for me. It was for Henry. He’d never get to know his dad. He’d never do anything like all of the kids he was going to grow up with. So I kind of latched onto what the man told me when he told me Neal died. He told me Neal was a hero, and I convinced myself that if I saw him as this perfect hero, that I could make him be that way for Henry. I could let his dad be a hero. I could let his dad be his hero.” “Sweetheart – ”

“And then he got this chance, you know, this miracle chance to know the man I’d portrayed to him as a hero, and I’m honestly relieved that Neal is so much better now, that he’s changed. Sometimes he can still be selfish, but he’s good for Henry.” “He is,” Killian promises, dipping his head down to brush his lips over the crown of her head. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you went through all that, that you’ve been hiding it away inside. That’s wrong. That never should have happened.”

“I know that now. I know my worth and what it’s like to be supported. You have been the most supportive person in my life. More than David and Ruth and Mary Margaret. So it was devastating to me when I didn’t have that support anymore.”

“It’s not going to happen again. I can assure you. I won’t be such a dumb jackass, as you say.”

He hears her chuckle, the sound the slightest bit watery, before she tilts her head up to look at him, the smallest, softest smile gracing her lips. He’s not sure if her eyes have ever looked this green. “I believe I said you were insufferable.”

“Well that too,” he sighs before dipping his head and kissing the corner of her lips. “I’m dumb and insufferable, and I promise to support you for the rest of my life. I will never stop fighting for us.”

They’re not wedding vows. The ring is still in his uniform pocket, the papers nonexistent at the courthouse, and the question still unasked, but they might as well be. He’s in this for the long haul, and Emma is right beside him, even when their steps might not exactly match up.

Maybe especially then.

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Chapter 2

"Yep, stupid idea." Steve sighed from next you. The moon was low in the sky as the indigo color started to lighten turning the world a lighter shade. You had just reached the outskirts of the town just south of the one you had become accustomed to. Fields lined the entirety of it, leaving little places to rest till tomorrow night. Which posed the task of finding a place to hide out for the remainder of the day.

"You said that an hour ago." You replied as you stepped over a puddle on the dampened cement. A slight foul stench hung lightly in the air, just lightly enough you hadn't been sure that you had actually smelt it or not.

"I thought maybe it was worth repeating, since a.) it will be daylight soon and neither of us can handle the day. Me being a turned and you being a new to this life style. B.) no one knows where we went and our family is going to start to wonder where we are including Bucky. C.) if we run into this group, we have no idea how many people there are, what kind of weapons they have, and we don't have back up." He replied with a sigh as both of you stepped over the city limit line.

"You didn't have to come." You replied in a song song voice, trying not let on that he was marginally right.

"Hmm, I do believe Bucky tasked me with keeping an eye on you so I really didn't have a choice." He responded pointing to a sign up a head that read Brates Motel as he spoke, vacancy lit up beneath it in neon red.

"And as I told him, I don't need to be baby sat. I am perfectly fine taking take of myself." You replied, change your course toward the Motel.

The smell continued to become stronger the more you walked into the town. It was mix, somewhere between sulfur and rotten meat, souring your stomach. Even as early in the morning as it was the streets were void of people as the sky faded into a light purple with pink undertones foreshadowing the suns arrival on the town. The usual drinks and homeless most place seem to have were void in this town.

Most of the buildings looked the same, the paint was faded, often bare wood beams exposed. A couple of windows had been replaced by sheet wood, the glass shattered and had yet have been removed.

You walked up to the motel, the wood steps creaking under the combined weight of you and Steve. The deep chestnut door accented with brass that had tarnished was heavy as you pushed it open. The building was quiet, candles lit the foyer all the way to the cherry wood desk, making you wonder if like your own town if this one had been skipped when technology surfaced.

"Morning to ya both." An old man croaked out from the desk, his hair snow white and round glasses perched neatly on his rudy nose.

"Morning sir, my companion and I hoping you might have some room for us. We've been traveling all night and need a place to sleep." You asked, giving him a brief smile.

"Yes, I have one room available." He smiled, reveling yellowed crooked teeth.

"Do you have two rooms?" You asked sweetly, looking over your shoulder to Steve.

Steve looked around, taking everything in. The entry room had maple colored carpet, mahogany walls. To the left was an opening to what at some point had been a formal sitting room now converted to breakfast parlor. An eyebrow raised as he peaked inside, no doubt looking for whatever dangers could possibly be hiding in there.

"Let me see." The man turned away from you as he shambled back into a small room behind the desk leaving you with Steve.

"I don't like this." Steve stated, his eyes slowly turning back to you, red rims around the soft blues.

"I know you don't, but I have to make sure the intel Fury gave us is true. I promise we won't do anything." You replied, Steve still didn't look thrilled but he couldn't ague his way out and he knew it.

"Ahh, two rooms, yes. If I could get your names in this book." The old man responded coming out from the back. You smiled politely as you turned and picked up the pen, Steve grasping your wrist and leaned in.

"I have a bad feeling about this." He whispered in your ear, his eyes never leaving the old man as he spoke.

"Steve, all will be okay." You said softly back, looking up to him.

~~~~~

Bucky paced the library, blue eyes glowing as he looked out over the forest. The sky was continuing to lighten before him and no sign of either Steve or you. It was setting the vampire on edge, it wasn't like Steve to ignore orders. The orders were simple, go see what Fury wanted and then return.

Sure, he knew sending you would be the wild card, but he trusted that you would return long before dawn started to turn. What if the two of you had run into trouble? No, the two of you would be fine. Steve was one of the best fighters he knew, and you..

Well you could be reckless, but you wouldn't actively put others in danger, just yourself. As foolish as you were you were still careful to a degree.

Bucky stopped to look out over the forest one last time, the sky lavender with hints of pink striping the sky. It was time to retire, slowly he climbed the circular stairs to the second level, eyes trained on the forest. A pull deep in his chest as he came to the snaking conclusion you would not be home before mornings light.

He left the library, walking the hall toward his shared room with you. The door slightly ajar as it always was anymore these days. He could hear the soft cooing of young Luca and the gentle whispering voice of Wanda. He paused just inside the doorway, Wanda held the young boy.

She looked up from the child's face to Bucky, her smile dropping at the sight of him. She knew in that instant that you weren't home. You would of come straight for Luca and yet here was Bucky, looking as solemn as ever.

"She will be fine, she is smart and Steve is with her." Wanda told him walking over to over to him with the sleeping child.

"Thank you Wanda." He said, holding his son close. "She will be, and Steve is with her, I sent Loki and Thor out to see if they could find them."

"That, is going to get you in trouble." She chuckled walking towards the door. "You know how she tolerates you having Steve keep her company. I can only imagine how angry she will be when she finds out you sent the hounds out.”

“It’s getting late, she should of been back hours ago.” He reminded the auburn haired woman, Wanda leaving without another word. “Yes, mommy should of been back ages ago, isn’t that right Luca.”

Bucky gentle set the boy in his crib before walking to the heavy curtain that covered the window. He peaked around the edge, the sun just barely beginning to rise over the horizon.

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