#oc: bastien carrier

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Okay, all sixteen TD OCS, GO!

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History Swordfighting (Cassidy)

Anxiety Writing (Bastien)

Instability Exploring (Kay)

Angst Economising (Marvin)

Quiet Piano-Playing (Mandolyn)

Athlete Smoking (Samuel)

Isolation Gaming (Cam)

Animals Sewing (Trisha)

Automobile Baking (Jamie)

Space Abusing (Astrid)

Loner Stabbing (Ophelia)

Mullet Cleaning (Ricky)

Magic Performing (Mahad)

Lesbian Painting (Felicia)

Carnival Swooning (Nicholas)

Ghetto Rapping (Lila)

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I had fun with that

Okay guys, tell me about your ocs! But to make things interesting: Start with only a noun and an activity to describe them, or only use those two words, whichever you prefer.

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A Friend for Buttons- Lucky Number 7?: Crimson Rain chapter 11

Pairing: Bastien x Liza; Olivia Nevrakis; Hope Casey (Lykel); Buttons; introducing Pickles the cat

Word count: 1,052 (794 plus 258 Drabble)

Warnings: pure fluff! (Drabble has minor angst)

Summary: Liza decides they need another pet... before Sage is born.

A/N: thanks @sirbeepsalot for being a sounding board and putting up with me.

Series warnings: talks of pregnancy loss, fear of pregnancy loss, anxiety, depression. Set within Crimson Rain but pulling the major pregnancy drama from the main series. All the fluff and angst with minimal mobster drama.

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Disclaimer: I own my OC’s, the rest I’m simply borrowing from PB for a bit.

“Buttons needs a friend, don’t you Buttons?” Liza said patting his head from her spot lounging on the sofa, feet resting on the ottoman. Buttons raised his head from her large bump, giving a soft bark.

“No Buttons does not need a friend.” Olivia scoffed shaking her head. “I knew this would happen!”

“It wouldn’t hurt to get him someone to play with, would it?” Hope questioned. “We could get a cat.”

“You are just as bad as Liza. This house is going to turn into a damn animal sanctuary!” Olivia shot Bastien a pleading look, knowing before she did he’d cave.

“It wouldn’t hurt to get him a friend so he won’t be lonely when we aren’t home, or when we are busy with Sage.”

Olivia threw her hands up in the air. “Why do I even bother with you people? I’m going with you to make sure we only come home with one cat.”

Liza giggled. “Fine, but Buttons is coming too to make sure they get along.”

Olivia rolled her emerald eyes. Of course the dog would get a say.

*

“I can’t believe you actually brought Buttons with us.” Olivia grumbled as they entered the animal shelter. “I can’t believe they let you.”

“I’m not bringing back the cat because it doesn’t get along with Buttons, it’d be a mark against the cat if it was returned and it would be harder for them to adopt out again, and they know this.” Liza replied.

“Okay. I get it.” Olivia scanned over the many cats. “How exactly did I end up being your companion for this?”

“You said you were coming to make sure I only brought back one.” Liza waddled towards the end where she spotted a lone grey tabby she wanted to check out.

“Right… I should have just gone on the supply run.” Olivia mumbled under her breath.

“Pickles!” Liza exclaimed, voice full of joy and happiness.

Olivia rolled her emerald eyes. “It’s bad enough we’re getting a cat, we aren’t naming it after your craving.”

Liza giggled, hand gently caressing her large bump. “I didn’t say I was naming it pickles.” She pointed towards the fluffy grey tabby in the cage, the sign proudly proclaiming ‘Pickles’. Pickles came to the door sniffing Liza’s finger.

Olivia sighed. “Okay, so you didn’t pick the name Pickles, but why the hell did you choose to give Butt the name Buttons?”

“Stop calling Buttons Butt! And we named him Buttons because I hated the name they gave him. And so did Buttons, isn’t that right?” Liza cooed down to the patient dog. “Yea, you definitely are more a Buttons than a Roscoe.” She patted his head. “And I didn’t name him the little girl at the pet store did. But he was due for a name change and Buttons was perfect.”

Olivia made a face. “Good call.” She turned to the grey kitten. “Should we really be getting a cat when you’re…” Her words trailed off.

“While I’m as big as a house? It’s not like I can actually bend to clean the litter box, half the damn time I leave the shit I dropped on the floor.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Hey, you’d decide if it was worth it too if you were so big you felt you were gonna burst.”

Olivia contemplated her options, deciding to redirect the conversation. “So Pickles?”

“What do you think Buttons?” Buttons wagged his tail frantically, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted happily. Buttons let out a soft bark, the other cats all running to the backs of their cages or hissing, Pickles sat down batting at the cage door meowing back at Buttons. “Yup! She’s the one.”

*

Hope bit back a squeal, dancing in place as Olivia entered the home behind Liza and Buttons carrying the cat carrier. “You got one!”

“Yup. She has the most ridiculous name too.” Olivia replied placing the carrier down on the couch.

“Ooooh! Let me see!” Hope screeched. She reached into the carrier pulling out the fluffy grey kitten, pulling it close to her chest. “Aren’t you just the sweetest?!”

“She’s as bad as you.” Olivia stayed pointing to Liza.

“Meet Pickles.” Liza said as she sank onto the couch.

“Pickles! You’re the cutest little kitty in the entire world!” Hope cooed, nuzzling her face into the cats plush fur. Pickles rubbed her head against Hope’s as she started to purr. “Awww she likes me.”

“Okay we have a cat and a dog now, is that enough?” Olivia questioned.

Liza looked to Hope petting Pickles, Buttons sitting at Hope’s feet giving Pickles a friendly lick. Liza and Hope locked eyes, both spreading wide smiles. “Nope.” They said in unison.

“Bas, handle them before we become overrun.”

Pickles Not Pickles (bonus short):

“Where the hell are my pickles?” Liza muttered as she searched the kitchen for her precious pickles. She searched everywhere she could think, everywhere she could reach, but kept coming up empty. She opened the final cabinet, her hazel eyes scanning the shelves. “I know we have more pickles, where the hell are they?!”

She felt a soft bump at the side of her leg, see looked down, thankful she wasn’t bumped from in front. I’d never see what hit me, I haven’t seen my damn feet in weeks. She chuckled, shaking her head when she saw the grey tabby rubbing against her leg. “Not you Pickles, pickles the food.” Can’t tell Liv about this or I’ll never hear the end of how much of a bad idea it was to get a cat named Pickles when it’s my biggest craving.

She looked back up at the cabinet, eyes finally settling on her prize, just out of her reach. What the fuck?! Who thought it was a good idea to put them there?! “It should be illegal to put a pregnant woman’s things where she can’t reach them! Especially her food!”

A deep chuckle reverberated through the room, making her turn. “Need some help?”

“I wouldn’t need help if someone hadn’t put my pickles where I couldn’t reach.”

Bastien reached over her head grabbing the pickles for her. “Sorry. I won’t put your pickles where you can’t reach again.”

Pickles meowed, rubbing against Bastien’s leg. He bent down picking up the fluffy kitten. “Maybe she wants a pickle.”

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