#because i *know* the first two weeks after going somewhere are hell for his potty manners. yeah it takes him two whole weeks to get back

[carolina-bleus]

~Something You Read: From Rick to Michonne~

“I cannot believe he actually logged into class this morning from his bed! I think he’d just woken up like five minutes before. He could barely hold his eyes open and had bed hair and everything. Who even does that?” Michonne scoffed.

Rick chuckled. “That sounds exactly like something Shane would do.”

“Mr. Horvath even had to tell him to put on a shirt...which got a lot of grumbling from some of the girls.”

“You included?”

Rick outright laughed at the look of disgust Michonne shot him through his phone’s screen.

“Richard Sutton Grimes, I am offended! You know I have better taste than that. No offense to Shane, but it would have to be the end of the world and we’d have to be the last hope for continuation of the human race before I’d even consider him anything other than a smug nuisance.”

“Ouch! So I’ll take that as a no.”

“Take that as a hell no!”

“Michonne Colette Richardson with the potty mouth! I’m gonna tell your mama and daddy.”

“What’s the worst that could happen? I get grounded and confined to the house and not allowed to go out with my friends? Too late, Miss Rona already beat them to that,” Michonne replied glumly.

“Yeah, it sucks. I can’t believe this is how we’re spending our senior year of high school. I thought everything would be back to normal by now.”

“I don’t even know what normal is anymore.  I certainly hope this isn’t our new normal...going to school online, not being able to hang out and only seeing each other “face to face” through a screen in class or during phone calls.”

“I never thought I’d say this...and if you tell my mama, I’ll deny it...but I actually miss school. Not the work,” Rick quickly added. “I miss interacting with everybody, even Eugene and his mullet.”

“Really, Rick? Of all the classmates you could name, you pick Eugene...and his mullet...and not me?”

“You know you’re not just my classmate. You’re my best friend, Michonne. Of course I miss you.”

More than you even know, Rick thought.

“I miss you, too. The two of us haven’t been in the same space in what feels like forever and I’m over it. We don’t even get to go the mountains for Christmas this year,” Michonne lamented.

The Grimes and Richardson families were extremely close. The teens’ parents grew up together in King County and had been close long before Rick and Michonne were born. The families had been planning to spend Christmas break in a vacation home rented out for the holidays. But, now instead of a big Christmas celebration in the mountains, the families were doing as they had for Thanksgiving and keeping their celebrations small and confined to immediate family. Gift giving was even different this year.

The families decided to keep it simple and follow a modified version of the five-gift rule. Each household pulled the name of someone from the other household. The gift recipient told the gift giver what category they wanted their gift to represent. Luckily, Rick and Michonne pulled each other’s names. But even if they hadn’t, they would have managed to get a gift for each other a gift anyway. Michonne wanted “something you read” and Rick asked for “something you want.” Michonne’s gift was already wrapped and ready on Rick’s nightstand.

The canceled vacation and altered holiday routines were just another reminder of how different things were this year. Rick and Michonne had been inseparable since they were babies. They’d seen each other just about every day before pandemic brought their in-person interactions to a halt. The physical separation was something neither teen had really gotten used to even after so many months.

Michonne sighed. “You think it will be like this when we get older if everything does go back to normal and we can get on with our lives?”

“What do you mean?” Rick asked.

“We’re about to go off to college in some form or another and start the next phase of our lives. Do you think this is what it will be like...never seeing each other except through calls or whenever there is a holiday?”

“You think we’re going to grow apart?” Rick asked with a tilt of his head.

Michonne shrugged. “I don’t know. I hope not. But I never thought I’d live through a pandemic either. Life’s funny that way.”

“I know you want to explore the world and go to all these exciting places during and after college. But what about later? Do you think you’ll come back home? To your family?”

To me?

Rick had been in love with his best friend for as long as he could remember. He’d never quite found the words to tell her. He thought maybe he’d ask her to prom and do it then but prom most likely wasn’t going to happen this year. Rick worried if he’d even get the chance to hug Michonne again before they went off to different colleges next fall.

“You mean come back home to live?”

Rick nodded. “Yeah.”

“Is that what you’re going to do...come back home after college?”

“That’s been the plan.”

“Have you ever thought about living somewhere else?”

“Not really...but I guess I would for the right reason.”

And the right person.

“What reason would that be?”

You.

Rick shrugged. “I guess I’ll know when I know.”

Michonne looked away briefly before clearing her throat. “Oh...well, we don’t have to worry about that for a little while longer, anyway.  Soon it will be Christmas break. And then it will be New Year’s Eve and we can put this hellish year behind us and start looking forward to the future...wherever that takes us.”

“Michonne, I---

A knock sounded on Rick’s door.  It opened and his mom stood in the doorway.

“Honey, I know it’s distance learning but you still need to get some rest for tomorrow. Michonne, you do as well,” Mrs. Grimes added, knowing without question who Rick was talking to this late.

“Yes ma’am,” the teens replied in unison.

“Alright. Goodnight you two. Love you both.”

“Goodnight, Mama.”

“Goodnight, Auntie Suzanne.”

Once his mother closed the door behind her, Rick turned back to the screen.

“Rick, what were you about to say before?”

“Oh...umm...just that I hope you like the Christmas gift I got you.”

“You always pick out the best gifts, so I’m not worried. Well, I guess we better head to bed. Talk to you in the morning before classes?”

“Of course. Goodnight, Michonne.”

“Goodnight, Rick.”

The best friends ended their call and Rick slouched down with a sigh. He had been about to confess his feelings to Michonne right then and there. Her conversation about them growing apart scared him. He didn’t want to lose her.

But what if telling her how I feel pushes her away?

Needing to get his feelings off his chest somehow, Rick tore a piece of paper from his notebook, grabbed a pen and began to write.

Dear Michonne,

You’ve been my best friend since before we could talk and I hope you remain so even after I tell you what’s in my heart. Michonne, I love you...I’m in love with you. Whew! It feels good to FINALLY say that. I’ve loved you since...well, honestly, I can’t think of a time when I didn’t love you in some way.  Every moment that’s meant something in my life has had you in it...holding my hand when I was scared on our very first day of school, when you helped me study for and win the spelling bee in third grade, when we took down the school bully, Phillip, on the playground in fifth grade, being each other’s first kiss in sixth grade and each other’s date for our first high school dance, sitting and crying with me when my grandpa died from the virus, stressing about applying to college early decision and celebrating together when we both got into our dream schools. The serious moments, the fun moments and everything in between...you’ve been there.  And somewhere along the way, my love for you grew beyond friendship.

I can be my whole self with you because you bring out the best of who I am and you inspire me to want to be even better.  You’re the one person I can tell anything and everything to without hesitation. You’re the only person I want to tell everything to. So, you’re probably wondering why I never told you how I feel. Well, I haven’t told you for the same reason your question about us drifting apart scared me...I don’t want to lose you. I can’t imagine...I don’t want to imagine...us not being in each other’s lives. I didn’t want to risk pushing you away or making you feel weird. I still don’t want that. But this year has taught me more than ever that life is short, time is precious and you have to let the people in your lives always know how you truly feel about them while you can.

Whatever you feel for me, please know that your happiness and our friendship are the most important things to me. And I want us to always remain friends, and in each other’s lives, whether or not we ever become a couple. I know we’ll be walking different paths for the next few years, but I hope those paths always lead us back to each other.

This is my first love confession I’ve ever written so I’m not really sure how to end it. I guess, thank you for reading it.

Love always,

Rick

P.S.- If you don’t feel the same way, you don’t have to say anything. We can just pretend this never happened.

Finished, Rick neatly folded the paper in half, wrote Michonne’s name on the front, and placed it on his nightstand beside Michonne’s gift.

Now the question remains if I’ll ever give it to her.

*****

Before Rick knew it, there was only one more week until school let out for the holiday break. He’d decided to have a change of scenery and attended school in his dad’s study today. Returning to his room, Rick plopped down on his bed and reached for his phone that he’d left on the nightstand. To his horror, the phone was there, but Michonne’s gift...and more importantly, Michonne’s note...were both gone.

“MAMA!”

“What?! Why are you yelling?”

“Mama, where’s Michonne’s gift?”

“Your Aunt Sheila and I did our socially distanced gift exchange this afternoon. I dropped their gifts off on their porch and ours were waiting there in a box. I already put them under the tree.”

“So you got Michonne’s gift from me off of my table?”

“Yes.”

“What happened to the piece of paper that was there as well?”

“Well, it had Michonne’s name on it, so I put it in a nice envelope...since you neglected to do so...and added it to her present.”

“Oh, Mama, you didn’t,” Rick groaned.

“Yes, I did. It was beside Michonne’s gift. It had her name on it. It was meant for her right?”

“Yes, ma’am. It was.”

“So why are you looking like I just destroyed your world?”

Because you may just accidentally have.

“Uh...it’s nothing,” Rick hedged. “I uh...I just wanted to exchange gifts in person.”

Mrs. Grimes nodded sympathetically.

“I know sweetie. We all wanted to do that this year, but we have to take the necessary precautions to keep everyone safe.”

Unfortunately, my heart might have just become collateral damage.

The morning after he wrote it, Rick had decided not to give Michonne the letter. He still felt the same way, but he just couldn’t run the risk of his confession altering their friendship in a negative way. However, now all he could do was wait and hope Michonne didn’t take an early peek at her gifts like she used to do when they were kids.

Rick looked at the date on his phone...December 10...fifteen days until Michonne opened the letter. He smiled wistfully at his lock screen.  It was picture of him and Michonne that she forced him to take on the last day they saw each other before their world got turned on its head. They were lounging in the hammock in his family’s backyard just talking about their hopes for senior year and beyond. It had been a perfect afternoon. He’d almost told her how he felt then but backed out at the last minute. Now the decision to tell had been taken out of his hands.

Man, I hope I didn’t make the biggest mistake of my life.

 *****

As the days to Christmas dwindled down, Rick didn’t notice a change in Michonne or their interactions. They still spoke every morning and every night and she acted the same as always. Rick didn’t know if that meant she hadn’t yet read the letter or that she had and was just not saying anything because didn’t have any romantic feelings for him.

Rick had tried to bribe Michonne’s younger brother, Noah, to find and destroy the letter. But that ended in utter failure. Noah couldn’t find the letter and he got yelled at by Michonne for snooping around her room. But Noah was true to his word (and the fifty dollars Rick sent to his cash app) and never implicated Rick in the plot.

~Christmas Eve~

Rick’s nerves were shot.

One more day until I know if I need to ask to go live with Granny Grimes down in Florida to finish out senior year.

Rick hadn’t spoken to Michonne at all today, which was a rarity.

Maybe she’s avoiding me.

Rick trudged glumly down the stairs so lost in thought that the sudden ringing of the doorbell scared him.

“Did y’all order food?” Rick called out to his family.

“No! It might be a package though,” his father yelled back.

Assuming the delivery person left the package on the porch, Rick pulled open the door without hesitation. He nearly fell over when he saw who was waiting.

“Michonne?! What are you doing here?” Rick started to push open the storm door, but caught himself. “Wait, a second.”

Rick grabbed his mask off the hallway table and put it on before stepping outside. The teens stood on opposite ends of the porch.

Michonne offered a small wave. “Hey, Rick. I came over because I wanted to see you.”

“Why? It must be important if you came in person.”

Oh, man. Is she going to break my heart in person?

“I promise to explain. But, first, I need you to answer some questions.”

“Questions? Why?”

“You’ll see.” Michonne pulled out her phone and unlocked it. “Okay, have you experienced any of the following recently...fever, cough, or headaches?”

“No.”

“Good. Fatigue...muscle or body aches...loss of taste or smell?”

“No.”

“Sore throat...nausea...diarrhea?”

“Michonne!”

“Rick, just answer the question.”

“No.”

“Has anyone in your family experienced those symptoms recently?”

Rick shook his head. “No.”

“Where have you been in the past fourteen days?”

“I’ve been home.” Stressing out over a letter.

“You haven’t gone anywhere outside? Not even to the grocery store?”

“Other than the porch or backyard, I’ve been in the house.”

“Good. I’ve haven’t gone anywhere for the past fourteen days either. I’ve been in the house and avoiding anyone who doesn’t live in my house...basically a self-imposed quarantine.”

“Why?”

“So I could do this.”

Michonne removed her mask and walked over to Rick.  She reached up and removed his mask, smiling at the question in his eyes before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his lips. After a moment of shocked delay, Rick quickly responded by wrapping his arms around Michonne and deepening the kiss.

Needing a breath and a moment to process it all, the couple slowly broke off their kiss and stared at each other with twin smiles on their faces.

“I take it you read the letter?” Rick asked.

Michonne nodded. “Exactly fourteen days ago.”

“You read it the first night?! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I’ve never had anyone confess their love for me before...at least not outside of a daydream. I needed time some time to deal.”

“And do you feel the same way?”

“Rick, I quarantined for fourteen days just so I could kiss you. What do you think that means?”

“Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”

Michonne rolled her eyes but couldn’t keep the smile off of her face.

“I love you, too, Rick.”

“Romantically?”

“Yeah.”

“For how long?”

“For as long as I can remember.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

Michonne shrugged. “It’s the same reason you didn’t. I was scared and I didn’t want to lose you in case you didn’t feel the same way.”

“But we both feel the same way. So...we’re a couple?”

“Almost. There is something you have to say first.”

“What?” Then it dawned on Rick and he flushed, suddenly shy. “I wrote it in the letter.”

“Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”

Rick chuckled at his words being thrown back at him, before he turned serious.

“I love you, Michonne.”

Michonne’s face lit up with a smile that took Rick’s breath away.

“Now, we’re a couple,” she declared.

Rick took Michonne’s hand and led her over to the porch swing.  The couple drew close under the blanket Rick’s mom kept there for the chilly winter nights.

“Guess I won’t have to open any gifts tomorrow.”

“What do you mean?” Michonne questioned.

“Christmas came early. I have everything I want now.”

Michonne smiled and pulled Rick into a hug.  When they separated, a sudden question occurred to Rick.

“Hey, did you open my actual gift I got you to read?” Rick asked.

“Not yet, I was waiting until tomorrow. I only opened the letter because I thought it was a card. I’m glad I didn’t wait though because that letter was truly the best thing I’ve read in my entire life.”

Rick blushed happily at Michonne’s words. 

“Well, maybe you’ll read something even better one day.”

“Like what?”

“Our wedding vows.”

Michonne’s eyes widened before she smiled sweetly, “Yeah, maybe one day.”

The couple shared another kiss before they cuddled against each other and slowly rocked in the swing, enjoying the Christmas lights shining across the neighborhood.

@richonnefics

#richonne5 #richonne #because teenage Rick and Michonne would be adorable #forgive any typos...I'm tired lol

[yamithediaperdork]

Let’s Make A Star! (MHA)

Let's make a star!

To the surprise of no one, Mineta was spending his Friday night doing what he did well, just about every night in his room: Looking at porn online. the shameless pervert was proud of his status though even if he was finding increasingly weird porn to look at, and tonight he'd decided to look into a fetish to spice things up. 'Man does not exist on tentacle porn alone' He thought with a little giggle, going to his favorite my porn site. Hmm'ing and ha'ing for a second, he decided what the hell and typed in adult diaper and soon was browsing the kinky world of grown women and men acting like babies and crapping themselves, though it wasn't quite getting him the thrill he was looking for. Not ready to give up the fight yet (he prided himself on being able to get off to almost anything after all) he went into a chat room for the ABDL's and asked if anyone had any good video's or pictures to recommend, saying he was looking for a super red faced or embarrassed diaper boy or girl. the response's lit up and he was showered with links, though most of them he had seen already to his disappointment.   the last link however was one he'd have to pay to unlock, but since it was only 5 bucks and the title of it was 'super embarrassing diaper mess while cleaning the potty' Mineta figured it would be worth it. As the video started and he saw who the star was the pervert grinned ear to ear, this was WELL worth the five bucks!

Katsuki was in a bad mood Saturday morning. Not only had he had to go to class despite it being the weekend to do a stupid make up test for one he'd flunked, He'd been getting non stop text messages from grape head about wanting to meet up. 'Because THAT'S what I wanna do, hang out with a pervert.' Katsuki thought, just ignoring the texts, and having to turn his phone off while taking the test anyways. After handing the test in Katsuki was free to go and found the fucking perv waiting for him outside of the classroom. "You know, Ignoring people is rude." The little shit said, wagging a figure at Katsuki. "all the fucks I give about what you think are in my hand.. Oh look! there's nothing there!" Katsuki said and kept walking. Mineta apparently wasn't to be ignored, and dashed to catch up to him. "You know, you should be nicer to someone who could get you expelled." He huffed. THAT caught Katsuki's attention, and with it being just the two of them in the hell he turned around and looked at the pervert. "Really? and how are you going to get me expelled? By pissing me off so much I blow you up? I'd likely get a god damn medal." Katsuki pointed out with a smirk. "well as i understand it, Hero's aren't suppose to have pay to see porn out there, though yours is more interesting then most." Mineta said, a evil smile on his face. The smirk instantly dropped from Katsuki's face and his jaw dropped. "I-I don't know what your talking about." he stammered. "Really, so your NOT 'stinky little diaper boy for pay'?" Mineta asked, a mock look of surprise on his face. "That's odd, you must have a twin out there then, but hey, maybe I'm wrong, let's bring up a video an-" And the little shit was bringing up his phone and indeed was going to his saved video's folder. "W-wait!" Katsuki whimpered, his cheeks bright red. "Ok ok it's me, what the fuck do you want?" "Well what I want is a few things, but I think we should go back to your room and talk in semi private don't you?" Mineta asked, a smug look on his face. "..Yeah ok." Katsuki huffed, and lead the way.

Coming into Katsuki's dorm room Mineta was shocked at how pleasant it smelled in there when about 70 percent of the blond's video's had him taking a dump in his huggies. 'then again he would of been busted long ago if he hadn't of learned how to take care of it.' The pervert thought. Strolling over and taking a seat on Katsuki's bed, Mineta pointed at the floor for Katsuki to take a seat, and chuckled as he meekly did so. "So I think it's clear by now that I could destroy you with little to no effort on my part. the higher ups don't want anther pervert hero out there making the hero community look bad." Mineta started, enjoying the look of worry on Katsuki's face. "But before I make my list of demands, I'd like to know what exactly prompted you to start crapping yourself in huggies for pay." "I uh..I.." Katsuki was turning SUCH a cute shade of red and Mineta found himself loving his power over the much bigger and deadlier boy. "yes? Go on.." Mineta chuckled. "I needed to make some money fast for a bike I wanted, and my mom was refusing to help. then some pervert old guy said he'd buy the bike for me if I crawled around in a diaper and sucked on a pacifier for 2 hours. I figured I could always blow him up if he tried to cheat me or do anything weird but the deal went off. After I realized they had to be A LOT of people like him, and it was easy money..S-So Next time I got some money from mom I got a pack of diapers and well.. You know.." Katsuki trailed off. "Set up a pay to view porn channel where you crap your diapers and do walks of shame. And your saying nothing you do is really YOUR fetish, just doing it for the money?" Mineta asked. "Well um..I.." Katsuki whined big time and was poking two fingers together. it was so unlike him that Mineta was having to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. "I Might of semi kinda come to MAYBE like it a little...but it's mostly for the money. A lot of what I do is actually fan submitted requests and I only do the ones that come with a tribute attached to them." He finished up. "well I think if your gonna keep charging as much as you do, you're gonna need to step up your game and your camera work. I know it's tough for you to film yourself so I'll be helping you with that from now on." Mineta said, and seeing a argument starting to form on Katsuki's lips he stopped it in it's tracks."That's part of my demands to keep quiet so don't even think of fighting unless you wanna be famous around school. Second item on my list is that half of what you make though being a diaper filling perv goes right into my greedy little hand. I'm not helping you and keeping my mouth shut for free after all." Katsuki glared but then huffed and pouted, crossing his arms and glaring at the floor. "Third part of my list of demands is that you wear a diaper to class at least twice a week, we'll get you some thinner ones and you won't have to use it but I think it'll keep you from getting any big ideas. That's all, for now." Mineta finished up and gave Katsuki a look that dared the diapered for pay boy to just try and argue. "Your a fucking bastard you know that?" Katsuki growled. "Just for that, whenever we're in private from now on you'll call me daddy. go ahead little boy, keep mouthing off." Mineta said. "..Fine you win.." Katsuki huffed and slumped, knowing he was beaten. "I'm sorry, 'you win' what?" Mineta asked and leaned down and cupped Katsuki's chin, making the blond look him in the eyes. "..You win..Daddy." Katsuki whimpered. "Good boy! Now let's go and get you all padded for a new video." Mineta laughed and gave Katsuki a condescending head pat.

Katsuki was thankfully allowed to pick his own outfit and diaper himself as Mineta was busy going though the fan requests that Katsuki had been giving, using Katsuki's laptop and also copying his login information. "If I go to log in later and you've changed the password.." The purple haired bastard had said, trailing off but his threat clear. "I won't daddy." Katsuki promised. Katsuki went with one of his teddy bear print diapers, with a blue back round and then picked out a tank top that was slightly too short and showed a little bit of belly so the diaper wasn't covered at all, Blue back round and a big teddy bear on the front. 'I might as well look stylish if I'm gonna be blackmailed.' Katsuki reason, and then opened up a locked drawer in his desk. inside was a selection of 5 different pacifiers and of course each one went with a outfit/ and or diaper print he had. So naturally he had a blue paci that had a teddy on the mouth guard and had a string of darker blue cord so he could wear it around his neck. (he'd tried using paci clip's with ribbon but had almost gotten busted when he'd caught his nipple with one and shrieked out in pain.) Finishing up the outfit was to no ones shock a pair of blue socks with a smiling bear on the ankles. "heh, adorable. So how much have you actually sunk into this? because getting a outfit that cute couldn't of been cheap if you had to get it mailed in." Mineta asked. "The uh.. first half dozen or so shows were all about shocking up supplies." Katsuki admitted then added. "There was one outfit a fan sent me along with 300 bucks to do a private video but I got nervous and trashed it." "Tsk, naughty naughty! what was it?" Mineta asked. "...A fairy costume, with winks and everything and a really short tutu. I just.. I wore it to do the video and then got rid of it, lying and said my mess had leaked on it while changing. the customer got mad and hasn't talked to me since and actually blocked me." Katsuki said, wishing he had kept his mouth shut. Actually he was wishing a lot of things at the moment to be fair. "I See, well thats a shame they blocked you. we'll have to get you a replica at some point so you can do a free video to make it up to them. I assume it's too late to go and get it out of the trash." Mineta said with a disappointed look on his face. "Y-yeah, that was 2 month's ago." Katsuki squeaked. "Hmm, do you have the video saved somewhere? I'd like to see it." "N-No..I just sent the clip to him and then..like i said, got paranoid and deleted it from my computer. I doubt he even kept it." Katsuki whimpered. "heh, actually I bet he just went and uploaded it onto a free porn site to show everyone the naughty sissy baby..But I'll look for it later." "I-I don't think he'd of done that! It would be breaking a rule an-" Katsuki started, he'd never thought of that possibly before and now was going semi pale. "If it's on the net, I'll find it. but as I said that's a matter for latter. for now I've picked out one of the fan requests that's been sent four times already but you've turned it down each time." Mineta said with a evil grin. Katsuki's gut dropped and he whimpered, already knowing what request it would be.  the fan in question was offering a tribute of a extra 200 bucks if the clip got made, but what they wanted was one of Katsuki's limits. A stroll in the halls in one of his baby outfits during the day. "W-We can't you have t-" Katsuki started to whimper but Mineta just gave him a evil smile. "Relax, if we're nice and fast about it, there's no way anyone will catch us..they're all out having fun, visiting their folks or studying in their dorms. Trust me, I don't want you busted and outed, then i lose my hold over you and end up a scorch mark on a wall." Mineta said. Katsuki huffed but had to admit Mineta had a point and they started to plan out how they were gonna do it.

25 minutes and one diaper change later (Katsuki's nerves had gotten to him) and the pervert was out in the halls, his camera phone set and gave a gentle cry of all clear to the door, then started to record. Katsuki poked his head out of his room, and looked around, then slowly walked out holding a series of smallish pieces of white cardboard and waddled down the hall closer to the camera and with his paci in his mouth, held them up to the camera. 'Hi! I'm a big silly stinky diaper boy, and right now I'm at school.' Katsuki counted down from 20 in his head then switched to the next card. 'I've been getting requests to show off my diaper butt in the halls during the day. it's Saturday so almost no one is here but still..' And he grimaced and suckled loudly looking around as he counted down then swapped card. 'I REALLY hope no one see's me in the halls like this! I'm kind of a bully and this would RUIN me!' ruin had 3 underlies under it and Katsuki scrunched up his face and squirms, and when it was time... 'But I feel so excited and naughty out in the halls like this! Thanks Meaniesitter_345 for the request!' putting the cards under one arm, Katsuki used the other hand to rub the front of his diapers and then walked away from the camera, going down to almost the end of the hall and coming back. He was gonna go and do the same for the other side of the hallway when some loud voices were heard. "Mannn i can't believe you got us kicked out of the arcade Hanta!" grumbled the voice of Mezou. "hey, that little bugger was hogging the machines, Somebody had to do something!" came Hanta's reply. Katsuki's eyes went wide in fright and he shot a look at Mineta who nodded and pointed for Katsuki's door, both of them rushing and barley getting in and slamming the door before the other other boys could round the corner and see them. laying against the door in case they tried it and both the baby and the perv panting, they could hear the boys keep arguing, only pausing to ask if the other smelled baby powder. "nah, we have to be imaging it. I mean, who wears baby powder around here?" "I dunno, Izuku cries a lot soo.." Both boys laughed and kept going.

'Almost busted in the halls' was uploaded a hour later after some minor editing and with in the first 15 minutes it had been viewed 70 times. with the clip only being a dollar and shot much better then his others it was going like hot cakes and the comments were pouring in, Katsuki was more popular then ever. 'LOL bet baby crapped himself when he was almost caught!' 'Boooo! you should of stayed in the hallway and let them see you!' 'Was anyone else hoping his door was gonna be locked? LOL' 'OMG your so cute!' 'Hey, how do I request a clip? do I just PM or what?' It was that last one that Mineta answered first, telling people to send all and all requests to the inbox, Blondie baby had a new manager who would make sure as many of them could filled as possible, though tributes would help push certain ideas over others. Katsuki for his part sat on the floor, hugging his stuffie and rocking back and forth a bit, hoping that Mineta wouldn't notice the slight smell coming from that wasn't going away. when he'd almost been caught he'd started to mess himself but had clamped his bowels down, and had been told to wait till 'daddy' was finished with the big boy computer stuff before asking permission to use the potty. His tummy was gurgling and it was getting harder and harder to hold his back door bomb in and he whined and whimpered around his paci as he suckled it, then waved one arm trying to get Mineta's attention from where the perv sat up on the bed, using Katsuki's laptop. "-Sigh- what is it Baby butt?" Mineta asked, a slight tone of annoyance in his voice though mentally he was delighted. It was pretty clear that the blond diaper bitch had at least started to fudge his huggies, even if Katsuki shook his head no every time he was asked if he had. 'just like the fucking big baby your dressed up as.' Mineta mused. "I-I gotta go poo poo!" Katsuki whined, having taken his paci out and whimpered. "it's gonna be a BIG one! Please let me use the potty!" Dropping his teddy bear, Katsuki knelled forward, both hands pressed together. "..Allllright..but only because I don't wanna change a shitty diaper. off you go." He said, smirking and jerking a thumb to the bathroom. Katsuki nodded and smiled and relaxed a bit, and moved to crawl into the bathroom.Sadly as it would turn out, relaxing was the last thing he should of done. He barley moved when a loud gurgle from his tummy was heard and Katsuki gasped and whimpered. "N-Nooo!" he whined and grabbed at his tummy while going face down and ass up in front of the bathroom door, about to load his diapers. Never one to pass up a opening like this, Mineta grabbed the phone and started to record as Katsuki loaded the seat of his diapers, blorting out the back of the teddy bear diaper and making them vanish. 'heh, This is gonna be SUCH easy money." Mineta thought, then the smell hit him and he wrinkled his nose. 'Maybe not as easy as I thought...'

the end for now.

[j0hn-deacons-perm]

Bizarre Love Triangle

‘86 John x Reader, tail end of the Magic Tour. 

word count: ~3.7k

Based off Bizarre Love Triangle by New Order (I recommend listening to it while reading) also the song just slaps

Also a quick author’s note. Did I write this until about 6 AM because I couldn’t sleep? Yeah, my dudes. There might still be a few mistakes and will fix them when found but hey, I hope you enjoy!

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Last show. The bloody last show of this summer. Tour life has been nothing but stressful but to your surprise, even more rewarding simply with the audience reception. Every show packed with fans, many singing and bopping about like you were on the side lines. Despite being there for nearly every show, the anticipation never ceases to creep up on you. Shivers can be felt in your bones, ready for whatever is to come and you're not even the one on stage in half an hour. 

Standing and grabbing drinks, you sit next to John. His knee bouncing as he reads the paper, spotting he's on the current events. Sighing gently, you roam your eyes around the space around you. Brian is tuning his guitar with Fred and Roger sitting next to him. You spot a scrabble board on the table and Roger looking frustrated as he picks letters from the box's top. Most people on your team are racing around, making sure everything is where it should be and in working order. Hearing a sound from John, you look over and watch him skip over the obituaries. However, seeing a name that surely sounds phallic encites a laugh on your end. He raises an eyebrow in your direction.

"Dark comedy your thing, eh?"

"More like potty humor. I see a name like Medick and it's reflex to chuckle."

He scans the page and you laugh again.

"Damn it John, you're looking at Medick."

You determine the laugh he gives you is one out of pity with how bad your Scottish accent was. After apologizing for assaulting his senses, he gives you a smile and asks the time. Looking at your watch, your co-worker announced to everyone the fifteen minute mark before they were expected on stage.

"I hope that answers your question."

His eyes crinkle around the corners and your heart melts at the sight. Answering you with "It does, yeah", he folds the paper up and places it on the empty seat next to him. Attention now on you.

"Any plans post tour Y/N?"

"Besides catch up on nearly a month of lost sleep and time with Tom, probably nothing for a few days. At least that's the hope."

You can see his face shift into a slight discomfort but it might be out of reflex. Two weeks in you began missing your boyfriend back home and requested no one bring him up in conversation, even yourself. Knowing you slipping his name must have been reflex for him. Right?

"Can't imagine what you'd be losing sleep over besides trying to keep track of four old ladies."

"You guys are a lot. Especially you, Deacon. I swear sometimes it's easier looking after a toddler."

He fakes hurt, hand on his chest and a pronounced distressed face paints his features. The rest of the time passes far too quickly for your liking as the boys are rushed off to play their show. You follow behind, overseeing things go smoothy. Grabbing things they may need between songs and making your way off to the side, you nearly jump as the rise in audience volume increases. The floor beneath you shaking as the first few notes play. Hearing the opening lines to One Vision, you calculate the time to sing along but with the lyrics you happened to hear when bringing them their copious amounts of coffee into the recording room. What you didn't expect is John looking over to see you sing 'one dump, one turd, two tits, John Deacon' followed by 'chicken feet, babe' in his direction. You can see him smile when he looks down at his bass.

As the songs pass, your dancing picks up as well as his. You thought John was called Disco Deacy due to his taste in tunes but turns out he's a regular Belle of the ball. His spins and hops always melted your heart, watching him enjoy the music and play. You bop along with him more often than not, enjoying the beats you've heard now countless amounts of times. When I Want To Break Free ends and Brian's solo begins, he heads over in your direction. Grabbing a towel and a vodka tonic, he pats himself dry while watching from your usual view.

"I swear, this solos get longer with every tour."

"And I swear your hair gets bigger with every tour."

"Optical illusion, my dear. Brian's been getting smaller."

He winks and finishes off his drink. His company is gone as quick as it came, or at least it feels that way. The last half of the show plays out along with two encores. Fatigue dampens down on everyone as the crowd starts to disperse and the roadies begin taking apart set ups. Walking back with the boys, you hand them their normal robes and towels as they head to the dressing room. Making your way back to your post and sitting down, the realization of this is the end dawns on you. A month of tours finished. A month of pain, suffering, blood, sweat, and many tears but also a month of pure bliss. A month of becoming even closer with the band that you've come to know the much more this past year. Seeing them outside of the studio was a shock at first but tour life seems to mellow them out in ways. Less ego if that was even possible knowing them in the first place.

Knowing you probably should attend the after party the hotel Freddie booked, your feet ache as you rise up. Feeling the ripe ol' age of 87 at 29 is a sensation you've grown used to but hearing your joints crack as you rise really made you feel ancient.

"Here I thought I was the old one. I heard that all the way over here!"

John laughs at your cracky joints, walking over to give you an arm to support you. A bird is flipped in his direction and he smiles wider. You can tell someone's got more alcohol in their system.

"Now, Y/N, you ready for one last hurrah before a hangover and drive back home?"

"You're speaking my language, Deacy. I'll meet you at the ballroom, okay? Not really digging the uniform look at the minute, you know?"

"Don't be too late, I might be a goner by the time you arrive."

Following his lead to the bus, you and the rest of the group pile in. John walking up the steps in front of you gave you a view you didn't expect to enjoy so much. Those pants really doing him some favors. Shaking your head, you walk the few steps up and look around for a seat. Taking the only empty one next to Freddie, you lean over to congratulate a job well done and yet another successful tour on their end. Feeling eyes on you, a look over shows a poofy haired bassist waving at you once he has your attention. Waving back and turning back to Freddie, you can tell he has a question burning his tongue.

"You and John sure have gotten close over this tour."

"I guess so, yeah."

"Playing favorites? I see how it is, dear."

You slap his shouder with a 'piss off' and a cackle on his end.

"Are you still mad about the scrabble match the other week, Fred? Don't break up the Y/LN and Deacon dream team."

The last night in France ended with drama and an almost scratched cornea as scrabble pieces went flying. Deciding since Jim was present that night, even teams could be made. Brian and Roger, Fred and Jim, then you and John teamed up and no one's surprise, Freddie's normal strategy of adding one tile to make a bigger word didn't work out in his favor. What did come as a surprise was Brian and Roger not taking the win that night. Tempers flared as you and John danced about. When turned, you couldn't see the rogue piece flying your way. Luckily you blinked in time to save you from a more serious injury. 

"Please, I'm not mad over a silly fucking game."

"Yeah, one that nearly took out my eye!"

He rolled his eyes but smiled regardless of what he's trying to front. Pulling up to the hotel, you grab your luggage and is soon presented the key to your room. Not wanting to deal with an overly drunk John Deacon, you slightly rush to get ready. After party outfits normally consisted of a tank top, shorts and sneakers but considering it's the last one, you go more formal. Feeling very gussied up in heels you never thought you would wear at all this tour and a dress, you turn to the bathroom with your makeup bag is tow. What you already had on was fine but needed a touch up. Looking over your appearance and adjusting oddly fitting sections, you deem yourself offically ready. However feeling slightly over dressed and maybe showing more than what you're used to but hell, it's August. Realizing that it wasn't too late to call Tom, you dial the number that's branded in your brain at this point and wait for the phone to pick up. 

"Hello?"

He sounds slightly tired but the call was quick so you didn't feel too bad about it.

"Hey, just wanted to call and say I'll be home in the next couple days!"

"Oh shit, that time already? I've already got so used to you being gone!"

You couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"We're throwing one last bash before this ends for good. Freddie's doing of course."

"Well don't let me stop you, go and have fun!"

"Love ya, Tom."

"Love ya too, Y/N."

Hanging up and taking a breath, your chest feels odd. Putting it up to just this being nearly over, you stuff your keycard in your bra, spray on one more mist of perfume. The feeling in your chest worsens as you walk into the ballroom crowded with people, nearly completely naked women servers and the sight of John sitting back and flirting with one of them while talking with Brian. Grabbing one off the nearest tray, you down it then grab another immediately. Shaking your head and walking over to the two men in question, they greet you with side hugs. 

"Where are the other two?"

"Around somewhere."

"You know I'll hear it from both of them if I don't come say hi during the party."

Brian smiles, knowing far too well how they get with you at times. 

"Regardless, cheers! Cheers to a successful tour and good friends!"

You three clink your glasses together and conversation flows. Brian talks about his plans when arriving home to the wife and kids along with possibly making plans with some actress he's a fan of. Spacing out and looking at your surroundings, the music is pulsing through your lungs with the bass pumping through the speakers. You recognize the song easily, Blue Monday filling your ears and the bass matches your heartbeat once you turn back to your friends and hear John conversing with one of the women attending the party. Watching him shift so she can sit next to him, her body pressing against his while he whispers in her ear, you're in need of a change of scenery. You finally figured out what the sinking feeling in your chest was.

"Hey Bri, care you dance?"

"Not really. Not really my kind of music, Y/N."

"Please?"

Batting your eyelashes in hopes of hiding how uncomfortable you are, it fails and he picks up on your body language. 

"I guess you caught me in a good mood."

Sitting up, you two walk over to the other dancing party goers and while stiff as a board, Brian tries to do something with his body.

"Is everything okay? You seemed a bit off when you came in but now I know something's up. Did you call Tom?"

"How dare you say his name?!"

"Figured it'd be safe when you see him in, what, two days?"

"I'm taking the piss and I did. He seems happy to have me back but I think something's happened."

"He's not cheating on you, is he?!"

"Oh god no! I.....I think I've developed feelings for John."

You're pretty sure if he had a drink in his hand, it would've crashed all over the floor. 

"Want to head somewhere else and talk about it?"

"Please."

Taking your arm and leading you through the crowd, Brian leads you two outside. A handful of people occupy the space but mostly to get a smoke in quick before heading back in. Spacing yourself away from the others as far as possible, you and Brian sit on one of the benches. Your breathing is unsteady and worsens as you try to calm it down. He puts a hand on your knee and rubs gentle circles in hopes of doing something for your nerves.

"I'm not going to lie, Y/N, can't say I didn't exactly see it coming."

"Gee, thanks Bri. Exactly what I want to hear."

"Is this a recent development?"

Thinking back, it started in the studio. It was around the time they started recording the album and you started just watching them play behind the producer. Wasn't until you watched John lick his fingers before playing the strings on his bass again where something flickered in you.

"....Shit."

That was almost a year ago. 

"Well, around the time you guys started recording the new album."

His eyes widened. Blinking slightly resembling that of a reptile in its speed.

"Your 'shit' is valid."

"I know! The more time I spend with him, the more I realize I really care for the guy. But I can't just up and leave Tom. I can't just...hurt him like that. He doesn't deserve it in the slightest."

You sigh, feeling tears wanting to trickle out of your eyes any second.

"But I've been finding my feelings for him fading the more I'm with John. What if I leave Tom, then what? Just go up to John and be like 'oh hey, I have some strong feelings for you. Wanna do something?'"

Brian wraps a curl around his finger, pulling as he thinks. He lets out a sigh of his own.

"Honestly, I'm going through the same thing right now with Chrissie. That actress, Anita...we've been talking and I've developed some feelings for her. Ones I haven't had with Chrissie in a while, now. I have a wife and kids but should I persue this?"

You give him a sympathetic look.

"We're fucked, aren't we?"

"Maybe a little bit. But at least you're not married."

You look at each other in solidarity. Knowing each other's struggles far too well. He brings up the fair point that you aren't married. You also think back to how things were before you left for tour and it wasn't the best. You missed Tom, you really did. But was the passion there like it was previously? Not especially. Sometimes it just felt more like a friends with benefits situation rather than a full blown relationship lasting three years. 

"You know what? I'm going for it."

"Positive, love?"

"I think so." 

Sitting up and brushing off your dress, Brian stands with you.

"I think I might have a talk with Anita and go from there on how to do this. Chrissie doesn't deserve being left for another woman but sometimes people outgrow each other. Relationships evolves and sometimes they become stagnant."

Walking back to your previous place inside, you're greeted with the sight of the woman gone and replaced with Freddie and Roger. Bending down and asking a quick 'Can we talk?' to John, you two head over to the hallway. You're shaking and can't look him in the eye. Trying to get your sights on him, he lifts a hand to your chin, using a few fingers to guide your sights towards him.

"You're scaring me a bit. Did something happen, love?"

There is not enough alcohol in your system to make this easier.

"I was talking with Brian and came to some conclusions that have been....cloudy for a little while now."

His eyebrows are furrowed together in concern, he's never seen you like this. Nervous was normal in aspects of your job but like this is completely uncharted territory for him. Not knowing how to tread the waters, he takes the hand that was on your chin and rubs your upper arm. 

"You can talk to me. You know that, right?"

You swallow, feeling like you're nearly choking on air. 

"John I...god..."

Before you could mutter even something resembling a syllable, you hear John's name being called. Turning your head slightly to see it's the woman he was flirting with earlier, danging her bag in front of her.

"Finally remembered where I put the damned thing. You ready to go, Johnny?"

You want to vomit on the spot but knowing if you would, it would be Exorcist levels in the amount purged. Your eyes threaten to release the waterworks and you look up to put the tears back in their place. Beginning to walk away, you feel a grip on your shoulder.

"Sorry but my friend here is going through something. Raincheck, yeah?"

Obviously very annoyed, her eye roll was puntuated with her heels clicking away. He looks over at you and immediately notices tears running down your cheeks. Wiping them away, he leads you out of this area of the hotel and back to his room. Turning the key, your heart beats to the point where it leaves you breathless. He leads you inside and onto the bed but before you get to talk, he doesn't sit quite yet. Grabbing the unwrapped toilet paper roll from the bathroom, he hands it to you then sits down at your side. 

"What's going on, Y/N?"

As he rubs your arm again like he did in the hallway, your brain struggles but comes up with some sort of coherent sentence to present.

"I think Tom and I might be over."

He blinks at you, much in the same fashion as Brian had. But before you knew it, he wrapped you in a hug. His head on your shoulders and hand smoothing over your back. He says your name softly followed by an 'I'm so sorry'. Staying like until the tears stop flowing, he peels away from you. You wipe away your tears, noticing your mascara has somehow held up. 

"I...I don't mean to pry but, well, what happened?"

The question you were dreading but this band-aid needs to be ripped off.

"I realized we've sort of...grown apart. Also..damn, not again.." as you rip off a piece of toilet paper and dab your eyes. Catching your breath took a minute but you finally get their in due time. With a sigh, you finally let it out.

"I've developed feelings for another person."

Watching him with blurry eyes didn't give you the opportunity to see his shoulders drop slightly or lips tighten.

"They're incredibly lucky to have caught your attention, Y/N."

"I think I'm lucky to have met them is a better statement. He's really great."

You sigh again and finally clear your vision. His expression is hard to read. Almost, seeming disappointed but that's probably your imagination trying to cope with rejection. Rejection that hasn't happened yet.

"I'm sure he is."

He moves away from you and grabs the television remote, flipping through channels until one catches his eye. Sitting back beside you, he looks back at you.

"Sorry, felt like background noise might've been welcome."

"Maybe a bit, yeah. Do you want to hear about him?"

"Am I going to have a choice in the matter? You're destined to bring him up."

"Guess you're right. But you're...already quite familiar with him already."

"It's not Brian, is it? I know you two talk or maybe.." This time putting in air quotes around "Talk". 

This time it's your turn to be stunned.

"No! I asked him advice about this guy. So, well...he's a bass player for a pretty well known group, I'm a pretty big fan of his work and writes some absolutely amazing tracks. Some may say he's had some questionable hair choices but I'm a big fan. Also he has these...gorgeous green eyes."

"Is it Paul McCartney?! I know you met him during Live Aid but damn, Y/N. Linda would kick your ass."

"It's not Paul McCartney you dumbass!"

A laugh erupts from you, making him laugh along with you. He dodges the slap on his arm but moving up the bed, sitting up against the headboard. You mirror him, eyes on the television screen. A comfortable silence washes over the room, the soft hum of the air conditioner adds background noise with the show playing before you. Seconds turn into minutes. Minutes turn into almost an hour of contemplation. Should you say something? You've grown close to him this past year, even closer this past month. He's one of your few confidants, a dear source of comfort. Possibly never seeing his smile again gives you literal heartbreak. But what if the risk is worth the reward? What if he views you in that way as well and you're just overreacting? Doubtful but not completely out of the realm of possibility.

It's when it turns into an hour and fifteen minutes when John starts yawning. If you wait, you'll never do it. You'll lose all nerve. You mutter a 'fuck it' under your breath.

"It's you."

He slowly turns his head in your direction. 

"What was that? I was zoned out for a while, there."

"The guy I was talking about....it's, well...."

You can do this, you just did it. Come on.

"It's you, John Richard Deacon."

You've never seen someone's eyes go that big in your life. His jaw goes slightly slack as he just looks at you. You see his eyes dart around every point on your face. Before you can even start registering what's happening, His lips assault you. Kisses on your forehead, kisses on your nose, kisses on your cheeks, kisses on your jaw but finally he reaches your lips. One hand laces its fingers in your hair, the other placed just below your jaw. Your breath is completely and utterly taken away and when he pulls away, lips swollen, your chest fills. What fills your heart to capacity is him whispering.

"I've been waiting, Y/N....I've been waiting for that moment when you say the words I couldn't say."

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May formatting it to be tumblr friendly to read pay off and if you read this, you are a sweet cherub angel and I love you a little bit. Also damn, my first fic published on Tumblr, they grow up so fast. 

#john deacon x reader #queen band fic #john deacon x y/n #john deacon x female reader #john deacon imagine #that's the basic tags right? sure... #When you're really not a fic writer but you try! #Also I mentioned blue monday in this..also by new order.. Such a great track plus released in '86 so had to do it to 'em

[himbowelsh]

So I’m making this anonymous only because I don’t want to feel I’m looking for too much attention, but my dog died today completely unexpectedly and I feel like shit 😰 could I pretty please request something with Easy and dogs. If this is not your forte I totally understand ☺️

Oh god, darling, I’m so sorry. Losing a pet is a pain unlike any other, almost like losing a part of yourself...  as much as you’re hurting right now, just remember your dog always knew they were loved, and loved you back just as much. You gave your pup a great life, and wherever they are now, they still love you.

If you’re looking for Easy and dogs, I have a few fics you might like:

baberoe has a dog incident

luztoye has another dog incident

bullmartin and yet another dog incident

winnix has a colorful dog incident (soulmate au!)

not a fic, but a very accurate edit of easy co as dogs

And here’s something soft and puppyish...  hopefully it makes you feel better!

Sometimes people seek out a new pet; sometimes, they have pet-parenthood thrust upon them.

In Joe Liebgott’s case, it happens literally. Someone leaves a wine box on the floor of his cab; he notices a few minutes after he drops the guy off, and he’s just doubling back to try and find him when the box starts squeaking.

Joe almost crashes the car.

As if turns out, the box’s precious cargo isn’t liquor, but...  puppies. An absurd amount of puppies. Mind you, Joe’s never owned a dog in his life, so more than two puppies seems like an absurd amount to him, and there’s gotta be, like...  six in here. Six squirming balls of fur, can’t be more than a few weeks old. Their eyes are hardly open yet. They’re climbing over each other to escape the box as soon as Joe opens it...  but everything they can’t say, the sharpie scribbled on the inside of the cardboard speaks for itself.

FREE PUPPIES, DO NOT RETURN

Which...  shit. Shit. Joe races through all the possibilities in his mind. The guy didn’t give his name, and paid in cash. He dropped him off at the airport. He could be damn anywhere right now!

And god help him if Joe has the first clue what to do with literal infant dogs.

Logic tells him, “go to the animal hospital now,” but he’s never been there in his life  ---  and aren’t those places overcrowded anyway? They’re in the middle of Santa Monica, there’ve got to be multiple animal shelters around, but god help him if he knows where any are...

Joe goes home. He panics, okay?

He has to sneak past the doorman, through the lobby, and into the elevator with a very conspicuous wine box that keeps making noises. The old lady from the fourth floor glares at him the whole ride up, and Joe can only nod his head at her while a tiny head pokes out a hole in the cardboard.

Web isn’t home, for once, because he has a lunch date with his editor; Joe almost wishes he was, because having someone else to bounce off of in this situation would be a great thing. Left to his own devices, however, he does the only thing he can think of; pulls the spare comforter out of the closet, lays it down in the empty bathtub, and dumps the pups in. After some consideration, he adds one of Web’s shark plushies, because the pups are tiny and probably missing their mother.

Their mother...  shit, they need their mom, don’t they? Pups that small can’t be without their mom, he knows he saw that on Animal Planet somewhere...

And, because Joe’s got the panic instincts of a twelve year old boy, he calls the one person who definitely knows what to do with a baby: his mom.

Mama Liebgott makes it to the apartment in twenty minutes. Ten minutes later, she’s setting up a heating pad in the puppies’ nest, while Joe scours the internet for how to care for newborn puppies. Mama calls in the troops  ---  Joe’s sisters are on their way. 

They send Joe out of the apartment with a list; when he comes back, his arms are weighed down with shopping bags, filled with formula, eyedroppers, puppy toys, and anything else little dogs could possibly need. Joe Liebgott is never one to half-ass shenanigans; he goes all-out.

Webster comes home to...  chaos.

Their bathroom has been turned into an improvised NICU, their apartment’s been sanitized and baby-proofed to high-hell, Joe’s mother and sisters are lounging around the living room with tiny bundles of something in their arms...

And in the middle of the chaos, Joe’s standing there, a blanket-wrapped bundle in his arms, bouncing it and cooing softly.

“Yeah, you’re a tough one, arencha, little buddy? Yeah...  I see it in ya. You’re a fighter. We’re gonna take good care of you, I promise...”

He has no clue what the hell is going on, but Webster melts. To the floor. Literally, his legs get a little weak.

“Uh  ---  Lieb? You wanna explain what on earth’s h---  is that a dog?”

Joe just grins. He’s never been an animal person in his life, but now he looks like he’s in heaven. “Dogs,” he declares. “We’ve got dogs, Web.”’

Webster has entered the Twilight Zone.

When they take them to the vet (Webster’s idea, because he actually has common sense), the puppies are given a clean bill of health, but as they’re definitely too young to be separated from their mother, there’s a laundry list of things that must be done to take care of them. The vet offers to take the puppies off their hands, and Webster has a brief moment of overwhelming relief, before Joe answers, “Thank you, but we got this.”

Webster drops his coffee all over the exam room floor. “We?” He demands, too shocked to form a cohesive sentence. “We?”

Joe’s eyes flash. “Fine, Web. You don’t gotta be involved, I’ll take care of ‘em myself. Found ‘em in my car, after all.”

“I live with you, asshole!”

And that’s how Webster and Liebgott become Dog Moms.

Of course Web’s going to help. He’s not a monster. He’s actually a pretty decent person, when push comes to shove...  and, once the Liebgott Crisis Team have all returned to their respective homes, he can’t bear to leave Joe to look after the babies by himself.

The worst part is, he’s not even a dog person. Suddenly, he and Joe are being kept up at all hours by a league of puppies. They’re so young that they can’t eat solid food yet, so it’s a round-the-clock task to keep them fed and looked after. 

Of course, Joe takes to the task like a diligent soldier, following every direction the vet gave them to a ‘t’. He takes a week off work, devoting himself 24/7 to the puppies’ care. It’s a lot on him. By the end of the fourth day, he’s been run ragged, dark shadows under his eyes and exhaustion knitting his brow. Web makes him some tea, settles him down on the couch, and massages his shoulders until Joe falls asleep. Then he takes on the task of feeding all six puppies by himself.

He gets peed on. Thrice.

It’s still worth it. After a few weeks, the puppies don’t need to be fed so frequently...  and they’re growing enough that there’s no more containing them in the bathtub. Joe and Web set up a puppy playpen that ends up taking up most of their living room, and set the kids loose. 

By now, the pups are old enough to wreak havoc, and starting to develop their own personalities. Shelley and Rocko have a talent for getting into everything, Byron is a biter, Goblin has no coordination and keeps tripping over his oversized feet, Fiona cries when either of them leave her alone, and Greg...  Greg is an escape artist. (Bonus points for guessing who named who. They got three pups each.)

Their house becomes a hub of curious friends and relatives. Tab and Shifty are over nearly every day to play with the pups; Joe’s youngest sister Amy keeps coming over too, and Tab won’t stop hitting on her; they wake up one morning to find Luz passed out in the Puppy Pit, tiny dogs clambering all over him, and no one knows how the hell he got in their house. Suddenly Joe and Web are the most popular guys in town.

It’s...  weird. Webster’s never been popular before. He’s not sure he likes it.

Weeks turn into months, and at some point, the pups are big enough to clamber around the apartment unaided. The vet estimates they’re twelve weeks old now, and keeping them inside is becoming a big challenge. Their building doesn’t allow dogs, for one, and they have to keep sneaking them past the concierge; potty training is becoming a living nightmare; and frankly, the dogs are getting too big to be cooped up inside all the time. Six newborn puppies is one thing, but six growing dogs...  different story.

They need to get rid of the dogs.

Thankfully, they’ve got no shortage of volunteers. Joe’s mom takes Goblin “for protection”, even if Goblin’s the clumsiest little monster that’s ever walked the face of the earth. Luz and Rocko have bonded, so he takes him home. Tab would probably adopt them all if he could, but since he can’t (Trigger is a handful already) Shifty lovingly takes on Shelley. oddly enough, Speirs has formed a special attachment to Fiona, cradling her like a baby and doting on her ever chance he gets, so he gets her. Rocko is a little evil, but he’s cute, and Nixon is a sucker for a cute face, so he gets the chaos demon.

That leaves them with Byron. Freaking Byron.

“Figures we’d get left with the one dog with the worst goddamn name  ---”

Joe has a soft spot for Byron. They both like to bite things, growl when they’re angry, and pass out in strange places, so it’s a great fit.

Letting a dog into their lives wasn’t something either of them planned on; but sometimes fate intervenes, and you never know when it will be for the better.

Cuddled up on the couch, with Joe dozing against his shoulder and Byron a heavy weight between them both, Web finds that he doesn’t regret a thing.

#hope this makes you feel a little better love #if you want to talk my ims are open!! #headcanons #webgott

[purplesurveys]

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Does it make you nervous when someone does something dangerous showing off? If it’s something supposed to be taken seriously, like an athlete doing a risky ice skating spin, then I’d be nervous in that I don’t want them to fail. But if it’s someone doing something rather foolish like doing a moonsault off a roof or putting out a candle with their bare fingers, the mischievous side of me will silently half-wish something goes wrong haha. Have you ever had to take a pee test? You mean a urinalysis? Yeah. Angela’s doctor mom suspected I had UTI a few weeks ago so she had written up a recommendation for me to take a ‘pee test,’ as you put it. Have you ever had to supply someone with clean pee? I mean, I did for the aforementioned urinalysis lol. And what do you mean by clean pee? How is that different from dirty pee? Lmao Are you a bit of a nerd? Guh, I loved calling myself this is a teenager...because...y’know...I was a teenager and wanted to sound cool and ~not like the other girls~ lol but I was definitely trying too hard at the time. I don’t consider myself a nerd now and I don’t think I ever was. Are you in charge of cleaning anything in your household? Just my own dishes for the most part, but that’s it.

Are you good at HTML? At one point I was, because it was once a common practice on Tumblr to customize your themes, add your own pages, and basically just mix up your blog. I dunno if normal Tumblr still does this haha but if I tried to do this today I’d be rusty for sure. Ever carved/written anything on a park bench? Nope. I always feel like I’d get caught. Most interesting place you've ever visited? I’d say Shanghai was the most interesting mostly because it was SO incredibly first-world and the whole place was just so modern, so technologically forward and the experience was so jarring considering the dumpsite I live in. It was very daunting seeing all the bright lights, people dressing up so well, luxury shops on every corner, and how rich their nightlife was. Have you ever had anything tailored? Yes, my lola knows how to do that so whenever I need my clothes adjusted I’d just ask her to do it. Fan of Walton Ford artwork? Ever even heard of him? Nope, haven’t heard of him. Do you keep your eyebrows more thick or thin? I never get my eyebrows done; I don’t find it necessary. They’re naturally on the thick side, but from years of trichotillomania and plucking my left eyebrows, the hair eventually never 100% came back and the end of that eyebrow has juuuust a bit of a bald patch on it. It’s only noticeable for those who know about my trich, but still. What color is your bedroom door? It’s brown, but the bottom part sports a lot of chipped-off paint due to my dog scratching on it to get in and out of my room for the last twelve years.   Do you value your personal space, or do you hate being alone? I value both since I tend to need either at different points. Have you ever been hunting? Never.  Your take on one-night stands? Are they okay? You do you, and it’s definitely okay. It’s just not my thing. Do you always wear a bra? Not when I’m at home. I for sure haven’t worn one in a while due to the pandemic forcing me to stay home, but I did wear a bra when I went to the hospital a couple of weeks ago. Felt so weird lol. Do you have a wrist watch? No. I always lose them under my watch (hehe) so I just stopped wearing them altogether so that I don’t keep wasting my parents’ money :/ Do you usually jog or go for walks? I’ll sometimes go for walks, but for leisure. I don’t think of them as workouts at all. Could you be happier? Yeah, I think this is how most of us, if not all of us, feel.

Don't you just love aerial views? Like...from airplanes? Yessss, I love them a lot. When my dad books flights for us I always call dibs on a window seat as I never get tired of seeing cities and towns from the sky. Do you own a pair of Dr. Martins? As far as I know it’s Martens, and no I don’t. I’ve always thought they were too chunky for my liking. Do you like wine? Hate it, I never liked its bitter taste. My girlfriend and some of my aunts love wine though so sometimes I’ll have a glass or two and pretend to like it so I can spend time with them haha. Do you scrapbook? Nope. We do have scrapbooks at home, but it was my mom who made all of them for mine and my siblings’ baby photos. Have you ever been told not to do something you desperately wanted to do? Of course. ^ did you listen? Not always. Why are the angry birds so mad at the pigs? ...I don’t care. I never played the game actually. Would you feel bad about breaking up with a kid on his birthday? Kid sounds weird in this sentence lol, and yeah I’d say that’s a pretty shitty thing to do. There are 365 days in a year and unless my significant other has been an abusive shithead, I’d pick a date other than their birthday to break up with them. Have you ever sung anyone the happy birthday song? On their birthday, I guess...? How many followers do you have on Twitter? At the moment, 722. Do you like Hello Kitty? Not really. Have you ever won on one of those grabber machine things? Not that I can recall. My sister has always been the one better at those than me, she wins something every time. Though there was one time I was at the arcade and was just fucking around with the claw machines until I saw a kimono-wearing Hello Kitty left behind in one of them; I figured someone won it but didn’t want it, so I gleefully took it and gave it to my sister who’s super into Hello Kitty AND anything Japanese haha. Is there an actual word for those? I call it the claw machine. Have you seen the movie Remember Me? I never have but I remember wanting to because Robert Pattinson is in it, heh. Do you like thunderstorms? Love them. I can see myself living somewhere where it rains all year round. Have you ever been horseback-riding? I’ve ridden a horse before but I don’t think it counts as horseback-riding? It was part of the itinerary on one of our trips to Tagaytay nearly a decade ago, and a skilled rider was maneuvering the horse for me. I was like 12 and didn’t know any better, but today I absolutely wouldn’t take part in some tourist attraction thing that would use and tire out animals. Have you ever seen your naked back? I’ve had to turn around and look at it in the mirror a few times because I have scoliosis and I had wanted to see the point where my back starts to curve. Are you gonna French kiss your hubby at your wedding? Noooooo. I hate doing PDA myself so I’ll likely be sheepish at my own wedding actually, considering the fact that I wanna invite like 400 people lol. Do you think girls generally look better with their natural hair color? I don’t base attractiveness off of hair color, so I don’t really care. Who is the last person you held hands with? Gabie. Was ages ago though. Would you agree that wedding cake is so much better than any other cake? (: I mean, wedding cake isn’t even a type of cake lol. I think cheesecake is the superior cake, though. Do you feel awkward with strangers in elevators? Not at all. It’s a lot more awkward if I know the person but am not close with them or don’t know them all that well, so then I’d have to spend the next few seconds figuring out if I wanna make small talk or just ignore them altogether. Do you cuss excessively when you're upset? I can cuss excessively regardless of my mood. I don’t do it as much as I did when I was a teenager, but my potty mouth will still slip out every now and then. Would you rather cheat and tell your other about it or be cheated on? Eugh, this is an awful question. Can we just go with no cheating? Do you own a pair of shorts that could be mistaken for underwear? I don’t think so. Have you ever felt free after losing something once important to you? Yeah, I was recently reading my old survey answers from 2015 when my breakup was fresh, and apparently I was a super happy camper who felt free as fuck when Gab and I had broken things off so I guess that’s one example lol. Have you ever been to a rave? Nope, no raves for me. How many bananas have you ever eaten in a row? I’ve only eaten a whole banana once my whole life and that was a few weeks ago when I had a fever. Mom said it’ll be good for my body so I was made to eat one for breakfast. It wasn’t all that bad, but it will still take a whole lot for me to have to eat another banana. Have you ever felt like you can burn the world down? I’ve never been that angry before, no. Can you read/speak in any language(s) other than English? Yuh, Filipino is my first language.

Have you ever had sex outside? I’ve had it outside but we were still hidden, like inside a car lol if that still counts. Have you ever been outside naked? ^ Same situation. Do you like guys with long, brown, shaggy, flippy hair? If it looks majestically taken care of, yep. Do you have a beauty mark? I don’t. Have you ever been in a shrubbery maze? No. I’ve been terrified of them ever since watching The Shining, and I don’t think I’ll ever be up to entering one since I hate getting lost. Do you think you're the best thing that's happened to someone? I dunno. I don’t really need this big of a validation, so it’s genuinely fine if no one thinks of me in this way. Is the best thing that's ever happened to you a person? Yes, but also a dog. What's your boyfriend's style, or what style tends to attract you? I’ve observed that Gab jumps from one style to another. Some days she’ll dress like a sophisticated aunt and wear nice flowy dresses, other days she’ll opt to look a bit tomboyish and wear a graphic or tie-dye t-shirt and jeans. Do you know anyone who works in a cafe? Yeah, my cousin Bia. How many songs do you think you know all of the lyrics do? Hundreds is a safe guess. Do you enjoy jazz or blues music? I enjoy both, but I like jazz a tad bit more.

What's the most emotionally painful thing you've ever been through? Finding out about Nacho. My grandpa’s death hurt as hell too, but back then I had no choice but to harden up and force myself to be ok and focus because I had an insanely important college entrance exam coming up five days after his passing, and I couldn’t afford to get distracted. With the news of Nacho, I was doing nothing that night and I was completely vulnerable when it hit me. How many band t-shirts do you own that are black? I only have one band t-shirt, and it’s black. Can you make a clover shape with your tongue? Nope. Would you agree that Beck is a musical genius? (: Beyoncé lost to him for Album of the Year at the Grammys for her 2013 album which she highkey should’ve won, so he’s kinda on my shitlist for that looooool Do you ever feel like the main people in your life don't know you at all? No. I wear my heart on my sleeve for the most part, so I don’t have to worry about that. Do you like Ben Folds? I’ve never heard of him. Do you watch The Voice? Nope. Do you have a protective father? To an extent. He hates catcallers and always tells me to tell him if there are any around when we’re out so he can beat them up. He’s not crazy protective to the point of being possessive or overly strict though. Have you ever worn a headdress? Just for school productions when we would represent cultures that have headdresses.

Last thing that caused you to get sick? A UTI. What's the biggest misconception about you, personally? It annoys me to no goddamn end when people say or assume that I’m fake. It’s called being polite and civil even around people I don’t like which I’m pretty sure is more mature than fake, dude. Have you ever seriously thought you loved someone without telling them? No. Are you squeamish? About certain things. I hate watching clips of people having their bones break or get dislocated, people passing out, too much blood, among other stuff.

#survey #surveys

[beetlejuicebigbang]

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hello, netherlings! the time has come for all artists to select a fic that best suits them, the time has come for the eternal pairings to begin.

down below, read the fic descriptions and decide which three you like best, scroll back up and find out their numbers, and then fill out this form telling me which three you like best in order.

Baby, You’re a Haunted House

Summary: Post-canon, Lydia & Beetlejuice become ghost hunters. Lydia finds closure, Beetlejuice finds a family.

Ships: Charles/Delia, Barbara/Adam

Trigger Warnings: Death, suicide, canon-typical content.

Other Tags: Chaotic siblings Beej & Lydia, Lydia gets a cat, Emily is mentioned a lot

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2. BJ’s Birthday Blues

Summary: BJ is just a regular guy, if not a bit of a bastard, who has a secret: his roommate just happens to be a demon named Bellatricks. 

He doesn't know much about her except for the fact that she hates her ghost-dad Charles and ghost-step-mom Delia, and is also a bit of a bastard herself. She has a habit of snooping around when BJ isn't home, and she finds out the date of his birthday. 

On the day of, she tries to throw him a celebration, but BJ shuts her down. Later, while drunk, he explains that his mom wasn't good to him at all and ruined birthdays for him. Bellatricks immediately offers to get revenge, but BJ lets her know that she's already dead. 

Bellatricks immediately whisks herself back to the Netherworld in order to find BJ's mom and give her what for, but a few weeks pass and BJ sees no sign of Bellatricks around the house. 

With the help of Wikihow and his (kind of cute) neighbors, the Maitlands, BJ manages to summon up Charles and lets him know that he fully intends to go to the Netherworld to find Bellatricks herself. With reluctance, Charles helps the three into the Netherworld and the hunt for Bellatricks begins.

Ships: Minor Beetlejuice/Barbara/Charles

Trigger Warnings: Death, abuse, abusive mothers, childhood trauma, kidnapping

Other Tags: Birthday

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3. On The Edge Of Living

Summary: AU. Lydia Deetz knew her life would turn upside down when she moved to a supposed haunted house with her father and life coach. What she didn’t expect were two actual ghosts living in her attic or being cursed to be bound to a demon sealed in an ancient spell book. 

With a growing emotional demon by her side and the afterlife betting on their future, Lydia will travel from Hell and back to break the curse and find out where she belongs... if her new town doesn’t end up being rampaged first.

Ships: Charles/Delia, Adam/Barbara, hints of Beetlands 

Trigger Warnings: Death, blood, mentions of abuse, suicidal themes, people/beings getting eaten, possible gore 

Other Tags: Friendship, emotions, found family, fluff, humor, angst, g/t, giant, tiny, sizeshifters, adventure 

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4. When Life Gives You Lemons (Make Demonade)

Summary: Delia Deetz (nee Schlimmer) was always of the firm belief that everything happened for a reason. Everything in life, death, and the hereafter, was all a part of a grand design, meant to sort itself out based on positive energy and lots of aromatherapy. 

But when a formerly all-powerful, suddenly powerless demon suddenly falls into her lap and back into her family's lives, she can’t help but wonder if somewhere down the road of her chaotic life, she started accruing some bad karma. 

Ships: Delia Deetz/Charles Deetz, Beetlejuice/Barbara/Adam

Trigger Warnings: Potential whump, Implied child abuse, depression, anxiety, self harm, smoking, drinking, bad coping mechanisms for losing your home and powers

Other Tags: Found Family, slow burn, enemies to lovers (Beetlelands), enemies to family, Delia adopts Beej, yoga, life coaching! being a good adoptive mom! Nailing it

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5. Taking Care Of Beej-Ness

Summary: After a run-in with ghost-hunters meddling with things they don't understand, the Maitland-Deetzs must pick up the pieces. 

Ships: Background Delia/Charles and Adam/Barbara. (Light GoldenRat)

Trigger Warnings: Mind-control and its ramifications, slight rape-analogous language, Beej has a potty-mouth and a temper.

Other Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Trauma and dealing with it

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6. Dark Lunch (And A Few 4AM Fleshy Snacks)

Summary: In a Heathers crossover AU, Lydia Deetz is forced to move when her mother dies, accompanied by her emotionally distant father and her ditzy life coach.

They move to Sherwood, Ohio, where Mr. Deetz hopes to start a gated community. However, his plans are hijacked after local panic following the death of Heather Chandler and two jocks, and a demon (at least, that’s what they all assume it is) crashing his dinner party.

Ships: Lydia/A Hug, Veronica Sawyer/Jason Dean

Trigger Warnings: Canon-typical violence, murder, guns, drugs, mentions of suicide, high school cliques & hierarchies

Other Tags: Crossover, both canons are happening at the same time and intersect and twist around a lot

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7. Lydia Deetz, Interplanetary Explorer

Summary: Gremlin siblings rescue ghost parents from Saturn and end up with another sibling

Ships: Platonic Lydia & Beetlejuice

Trigger Warnings: None currently

Other Tags: Sibling bonding, road trip

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8. Back Home

Summary: Barbara and Adam have to navigate the maze of the Neitherworld in order to save Lydia from a vengeful bio-exorcist before it's too late.

Ships: Barbara/Adam

Trigger Warnings: Some depictions of ghostly powers, death-related trauma (with a happy ending I promise), maybe some mild violence (but the people are already dead, so...)

Other Tags: Movie Universe, ghostly powers, worldbuilding, neitherworld, time travel

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9. Not a House, But a Home

Summary: Learning how to be a family with new Ghost-Parents and Demon-Son-Brother-Roommate

Ships: Background Delia/Charles, Adam/Barbara, light Pre-GoldenRat

Trigger Warnings: General dealing with musical-verse trauma. Slight BJ-Body-Horror

Other Tags: Becoming a Family, Hurt-Comfort, Sexual Jokes because Beej

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[slafkovskys]

puppy love ▹ j. norris

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“he can’t be that mad, right?” you ask the two girls for the fourth time in the past thirty minutes. the little dog’s ear twitches and then she shakes which causes you to wrap her tighter in the plaid blanket.

turning in the passenger seat to look at you, kayla says, “you’re just overthinking it.”

and in reality, you probably are. there were obviously worse things you could’ve done other than getting a dog, but you hadn’t even talked about it. hell, josh had only moved in, like, a month ago. but once you saw the pretty, beady eyes of the french bulldog currently sat in your lap, you were a goner.

“i don’t think he’ll break up with you over a dog. is he allergic?” you shake your head. “does he hate dogs?” you shake your head again, running your finger over the little puppy’s head. “then you should be fine.”

you sigh as beth’s camry pulls into the driveway beside your suv. you look at the clock on the dash, “at least he has rehab until five. that gives me two more hours to figure out an excuse.”

the two girls laugh as you get out of the car, trying to handle both a dog and the shopping bags filled with some stuff for said dog. “bye, love you both.”

they say the same thing back in sync and you start to your door. “hey, y/n!” your head whips around to see kayla’s head poking out of the window. “if you don’t text the group chat by seven, we’ll just assume the worst and call the police for you.”

you shake your head and jam your key in the door. you sigh as you twist the lock on the door. you walk to the kitchen and maneuver the bags onto the counter. “do you wanna go explore?”

the dog, who’s name you’d settled on was pea, perked her head up out of the blanket at your voice change that was reserved for dogs, babies, and josh when he needed attention. you unwrap her and carefully sit her down on the floor.

she yelps and follows you when you scoot around the house, showing her things. you let her out into the fenced backyard and watch as she runs around. after a while, she got tired and ran to where you sat on the back porch. you giggle when she can’t figure out how to jump over the step and go to pick her up.

going into the kitchen, you pull out the dishes you’d gotten for her food and water and fill them both. she attacked the water one first before going to the food. once she’s full and satisfied, you put her bed in the living room.

“this is for you,” you pat it and she runs to it. she hops in and makes a circle a few times before plopping down. you sit on the floor for a few minutes petting her and then you decide to move to the couch.

you barely sit down before she’s out of her bed and look up at you from the floor. you smile before picking her up and setting her on your lap. she rests her little head on your thigh.

you sit like that for the next hour or so until you hear a car pull up outside. you look at the clock and see it’s just a few minutes past five.

“oh no.” you say as you carefully pick up the puppy in your lap and quickly make your way up the stairs. walking into your’s and josh’s bedroom, you sit the puppy down on the bed and put the blanket beside her. “just please be quiet and i will give you so many treats.”

you kiss her head and bolt from the room, shutting the door behind you. you make your way back down the stairs just as josh walks through the door.

“hey, babe,” you smile and meet him halfway. you don’t wait for his response before pulling his face down to meet yours. your lips interlock and you let him pull you into him.

“hello indeed,” he says when he pulls back for a breath. you pull him in again trying to buy more time because if you were honest, all you’d done since you’d gotten him was dote over the new addition. he pulls back out of breath, chuckling, “what’s gotten into you?”

“noth-’’ you’re interrupted by a shrill bark. your eyes widen as he looks around.

“what’s was that?” he asks looking down at you he moves back slightly, still keeping one hand on your hip.

“what was what?” another bark comes from upstairs. “i didn’t hear anything.”

he looks at you before looking up the stairs. “i never said i heard anything.”

this time a whine sounds and he moves around you. he bolts up the stairs, taking two at a time which shit on your one, and gets to the shut bedroom door. he pushes it open and walks in.

you squeeze your eyes shut, standing in the hall.

“y/n,” he calls, “why is there a dog in our bed.”

you finally muster up the courage and walk in, staring at the back of him. “i can explain.”

“please do,” he crosses his arms as he turns to face you, not looking at the puppy that was wagging it’s little tail and sniffing his sweatpants.

you look anywhere else but him at that point, bouncing from one foot to another. “so today was kayla, beth, and i’s biweekly girls day right? right. so we went for lunch at that place with the really good mac and cheese, you know the one?”

he nods, not looking amused in the slightest.

“ok, cool. so it’s right by the strip mall and there’s the pet store and we see a bunch of dogs outside so we’re like ‘let’s go pet the puppies.’ we do, obviously, because why wouldn’t you pet the puppies? then there’s this little one all by herself and she’s so tiny and cute and the lady’s like she’s the last of her litter and no one wants her because she’s smaller than normal and it made me really sad. so, i kind of like bought her and now we’re parents. surprise!”

you hold your hands up as you finish with an awkward smile. his eyebrows are raised and his jaw is clenching and unclenching every few seconds, which if the circumstances were different, you would find incredibly hot.

sorry, off topic.

“is she potty trained? what about when we’re at school? what about when we go back home? did you even think about that?”

“she’s only 11 weeks old, so no she’s not potty trained. she did run around in the backyard through and did her business a few times. i was gonna get stuff to designate her a little area in the living room when we’re gone and she travels, josh. she did fine in the car ride here.”

you move across the room and grab the grey puppy from the bed. she instantly melts into your hold and you scratch her head. “i’m serious about this. i already called the vet for an appointment on monday for a checkup. is it really that big of a deal?”

he sighs and sits on the edge of the bed. “it’s a big responsibility, babe.”

“i know,” you go in front of him, “i can handle it. besides, look at her little face.” you move your arms so he can see the puppy’s little squished face. “how can you say no to that face?”

he sighs again and reaches up to pet her.

“so, what do ya say, norris?” you ask. “will you parent this puppy with me?”

-

“she’s so precious!” a lady exclaims as she rubs the top of pea’s head. pea, laying contently in josh’s arms, is unbothered and welcomes the affection. “how old is she?”

“11 weeks,” josh responds with no hesitation and you look away from the paperwork and to him with a grin. “what?”

you shake your head and continue filling out the papers with all the information. the lady moves on and out the door with her gigantic dog a couple of minutes later. you go up to the counter and hand the receptionist the clipboard.

“you’re a good dad,” you say as you take your seat and lean your head on josh’s shoulder. pea perks up and grains her head up to lick your nose. “and you’re a good pea.”

and as much as josh would swear up, down, and sideways he was not the biggest fan of the dog, the fifty photos you already had of pea doing cute things had josh in them somewhere, grinning.

it was puppy love, plain and simple.

#josh norris #josh norris imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #college hockey imagine #nhl #hockey #michigan wolverines #ottawa senators #my work

[hbostolemysoul]

Band of Brothers fluff alphabet: Bill Guarnere

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Bill has always thought you were pretty. Face of an angel, and mind of a devil. You two used to get into all sorts of trouble when you were younger. Course he would always be blamed for coming up with such schemes, because how could a sweet thing like you ever be the mastermind behind such disasters.              (Ps. You were almost always the mastermind behind said disasters😉). 

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Bill comes from a large Italian family, being the youngest of 10 children has taught Bill a lot…mostly that he does not want to have 10 children. But don’t take that as him never wanting to have kids, popping out little Guarnere’s is practically a right of passage in the family (Or so Bills older sisters and Ma’ told you, much to Bills dismay).  

That being said he will in no way ‘push’ you to have children with him if you are not ready. Things after he lost his legs were rocky, I mean he came back in as good a mood a man could have after losing his leg. He worked some odd jobs while he fought with the Army to get full disability. It was a painstaking process, and you were with him every step of the way (listening to his daily rants and all).

You had been in the kitchen on the phone with his Ma’ when he got the news. The door to your home burst open and the smile on Bill’s face had you promising to call back and hanging up the phone. Before you could get any words out he had his arms around you, and the kiss you shared almost had your knees buckling.

“Army bastards finally gave in. I can take this fuckin’ thing off” he said while motioning down to the poorly crafted stump the government was calling a prosthetic.

Bill had been much happier, and in significantly less pain not having to be on his feet all hours of the day to try and make ends meet. He had taken to using the crutches again,

“I ain’t ashamed to be hobbling around. Think I earned the right to hobble around if I want to” his thick accent and casual tone caused you to laugh.

It was about 6 months after Bill had quit his various jobs that the idea of having a little rug rat came around. Bill looked up at you sheepishly after asking, a hand coming to rub the back of his neck nervously. You just crossed your arms and leaned against the doorway. As much as you liked to tease Bill seeing him this nervous made something in you melt (not that you were going to tell him that yet though) you smiled at him mischievously making him grin in return,

“Fine, but you are on diaper duty”

Being a man of his word Bill changed almost every single diaper he could. He would call it ‘bonding time’ your little one would be wiggling and giving poor old Guarnere a hard time, but he would just chatter away to the kid, sometimes talking about how he couldn’t wait until Mom (you) got to start potty training them.  

Bill ultimately got his wish of not having 10 kids, after an accidental number 5 you both decided that was more than enough little Guarnere’s for the world to handle.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Bill likes pulling you close to his chest at night. He still remembers the cold nights where he and the guys would have to huddle close in those damned foxholes in order to stay warm. The closeness of you pressed against him make his sleep a bit more restful. He still has nightmares, but as time moves on they become less and less. He likes to think you have something to do with that.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

There is this old ice cream place close to his Ma’s that you two used to frequent as kids. When he gets back to the states it is one of the first places you two go once he is settled.  It was there that he first started to talk to you about the war, about losing his brother Henry. He had done a pretty good job at coming across as the same old wisecracking pain in the ass he had been before he left. You two came here as often as you could after that first time. It was a safe place for both of you to talk…for him to talk.

E = Everything (You are my __ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are the only person I could ever imagine being with, and I love you and shit. Now please ask our kids to bring me my crutches I KNOW THEY ARE IN THE ATTIC… little shits”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

You

You and Bill had been friends since childhood, as you got older you dated other people. Neither of you liked seeing the other with someone else, but you both just kept those feelings to yourself. No point in ruining a lifelong, if not at times dysfunctional friendship.

When he left for basic training the two of you kept in touch through letters. There were a few times you had wanted to get sappy and spill your heart out, but then thought better of it. As the war went on letters from him sometimes became infrequent, it scared you more than you let on. The letter that almost sent you over the edge was the one his parents received about his leg. You lived a few doors down from the Guarnere’s, hearing his Ma’ wail like that had you outside and on their doorstep in moments. The last time she had cried like that had been when the letter about Henry had arrived.

Mr. Guarnere opened the door and smiled grimly at you, Mrs. Guarnere was crumpled on the floor holding the letter to her chest. She just opened her arms and you were immediately in them. Tears ran down both your faces “He’s gone, he’s gone” kept running through your mind, or so you thought.

Mrs. Guarnere shushed you and held your face in her hands, gently brushing your tears away.

“He is coming home” she said between sobs. You just stared confused,

“He lost his leg, oh god his leg is gone” she wailed again.

You just held her tight. The tears were still running down your face, a mixture of relief and grief. It was in this exact moment that you finally accepted that you were in love with William (Bill) Guarnere…fuck…

Bill

Coming home had been bittersweet for Bill. Seeing his family again was nice, but the absence of his brother was felt throughout the entire household. It wasn’t until he saw you walk through that front door that things felt lighter for the first time. You had changed in the few years he had been gone. Sure you had always been a pretty gal, but you had turned into the most beautiful being he had ever seen in his life. His family quickly cleared out of the room shortly after your arrival and quick greetings. For the first time in your entire lives, neither of you knew what to say, until Bill (never being one for awkward silences) suggested you both take a walk down to the old ice cream shop. You walked together, your arm looped with his. Not so much out of balance, but to reassure each other that you were still there.

It was at the old ice cream shop that you two seemed to pick up like no time had passed. This became a ritual between you two. As the weeks went on those feelings Bill had been suppressing for years began to surface again. A younger Bill might have just continued to shove those feelings away, this Bill had been through actual hell and back. Life was too short.  

You had been talking about something and Bill just blurted,

“So do ya’ have a boyfriend or somthin’?” the owlish look you gave him almost made him laugh, and it probably would have if he didn’t feel like he had just thrown his heart onto the table.

You stared at him a moment, features gradually softening as you laughed,

“Nah, what about you Bill? Have a girlfriend or somethin’?” you grinned up at him as he bowed his head a bit,

“Ah, nah” he said trying to look less nervous than he was. You just rolled your eyes and rested your chin in your hand,

“Hey Bill, want to go on a date with me? Y’know considering we both aren’t seeing people, or somethin’?”

Your matching grins probably could have lit up the entirety of Philadelphia. It was in that exact moment that Bill knew he was fucked…and that he loved you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Bill is a passionate guy, slow, fast, hard, teasing, you name it and he is more than happy to deliver.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He holds your hand whenever it is A) appropriate and B) whenever the hell he wants to.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He had been 6 and you had just moved in down the road, he was at the park with his older siblings when he looked over and saw you. This new girl that had just moved in a few houses down from his. He walked over (seeing as his siblings had taken off to cause trouble somewhere). He sat down next to you, a partially made sand castle in front of you.

“I’m Bill, can I play with you?” you looked up at him skeptically for a minute before shrugging,

“Sure, just don’t knock it over or I will hit you” you said smiling mischievously.

You two have been friends ever since.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Bill has a temper. We all know Bill has a temper. Heaven forbid some dumb guy comes along and looks you up for too long. One legged or not Bill has no issue holding his own in a fight, especially when his girl is involved.

Although there have been times you have literally beaten him to the ‘punch’ and dealt with the guy yourself. He has never been prouder.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Kisses with Bill are always intense. Each and every one leaving you feeling loved and warm.

You two actually kissed shortly after you asked Bill out in the ice cream shop. Walking out together he just stopped, leaned down and kissed you while gently holding the side of your face,

“Figured I should make up for lost time eh’” he said with a cheeky grin.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You had been looking at apartment’s together, this one was on the main floor which was great for Bill, and so convenient for getting furniture and groceries in. You had been walking around with the Landlord, sunlight streaming in through the cracks in the curtains lighting you up like an angel. You wandered back over to him, a smile on your face as you asked him what he thought. He just smiled and leaned down to kiss you,

“Y’know I love you right?” he said, a soft smile making it onto both of your faces.

“I’ve always known Bill” you said smiling back as you both took in your new home.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

The day you agreed to marry him. You were radiant, and so much more than a guy like him would ever deserve. But for whatever reason you chose him. Hearing you say “I do”, dancing with you for the first time as his wife. Quite literally one of the happiest moments of his life.

 His other favourite memory comes from watching you try to teach ‘Uncle Babe’ how to change a diaper. The kid was so hopeless, but you were so patient with him. Even if you did shoot Bill many amused glances.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Bill loves to cook. Coming from a big Italian family, dinner was always a huge affair, home made pasta, sauce, you name it the Guanere’s did it. He loves doing that with his own little family now.

Also, he was a saint when it came to making food for you throughout your pregnancies (and when you were not pregnant…Bill just loves making you happy, be that food or flowers).

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

You can come across as gold and bright as an angel at times, and others you are flaming red and full of mischief. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Baby, Princess, Doll, he likes the way you either blush or roll your eyes at his pet names for you.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

As mentioned above Bill loves to cook. He has this old-fashioned pasta maker that he uses regularly because ‘Nothin’ is like the real thing, ain’t that right Doll?”

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Bill's leg sometimes aches. He has no qualms about bitchin about it at times. You just smile and kiss him gently, quietly murmuring “grumpy old man” under your breath. He just grins in response.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Bill tries to be a pretty upbeat guy. Sometimes when he is feeling down he will call around and check on the guys from Easy. Babe and Toye are usually the first ones on his list.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He just likes to talk. Loud animated conversations that are always entertaining to watch, particularly when Babe is around. The two bicker like an old married couple.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Baths. But don’t repeat that to anyone else. He isn’t a bubble bath and candles kind of guy. But there is this essential oil you found that helps when his leg is acting up…he has found it works best in water, hence the baths.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

You best believe Bill is going to show pictures of his kids every chance he gets. Toye has completely mastered the ‘nod and hum’ approach when Bill is off on one of his tangents. Poor Babe on the other hand has yet to learn, Bill has no qualms about calling the younger man out if he gets distracted while Bill is sharing stories about his “wonderful brood of little shits”.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

It's New Years of all places. His Ma’ has been hounding the two of you since the day she found out you were dating. If Bill was being honest she just wanted to be able to officially call you her daughter.

The ball had just dropped, you and Bill had just ended our new year's kiss and he was just holding a velvet box out towards you.

“I would kneel if I could, but I feel like proposing while flopping like a fish on the ground wouldn’t b..”

He never got to finish his ‘proposal’ as your mouth had already found his and you were muttering something about marrying him regardless if he was flopping on the ground like a fish.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Don’t ask me why – Great Caesar

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Oh yeah, Old Gonorrhea don’t miss nothing. Including the chance to make you his wife.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Your house is already a zoo. You and Bill had talked about maybe getting a dog once the kids moved out, plus Bill liked terrorizing Joe with his own cat ( Much to Toye’s dismay).

 This took me to long to write >_<  I am so sorry!! School is pretty much over now, so I am hoping to get my posting schedule back to normal asap.

Thank you for your patience!!

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[let-it-raines]

Rising From The Ashes (Ch. 2)

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 (who was I kidding thinking it would be teen?)

A/N: WOW, you guys! I was not expecting such a reaction from you all. Like, at all. It’s been blowing my mind, and I hope you guys like where this story is going. All I can really say is to be patient. There are a lot of moving factors, and it might take awhile to understand them all :D

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*Double “-/-” break means a flashback

Sergeant Neal Cassidy, presumed dead since 2011 and officially declared as deceased as of May 2018, has been found alive. The details around his presumed death are still unclear. It’s assumed that he was held as a captive in Iraq near the end of the Iraqi War and never listed on the known registrar of war criminals, so he was not released in the agreement the United States had with Iraq to trade war criminals. After Delta Force raided an al-Qaeda compound last month and found Sergeant Cassidy, he has been in an undisclosed German hospital recovering. In recent days, he has been moved to a hospital in Maine where his wife Emma Swan and son Henry Cassidy reside. He is also welcomed home by former Naval Captain and close friend Killian Jones. We cannot speak for the world, but this is a feel-good story that we’re sure brings joy to even the darkest of hearts. It’s a family reunited from death. What could be more heartwarming than that?

-/-

“Ms. Swan, Captain Jones,” Dr. Vibuthi greets them, reaching over and shaking their hands before settling down in her chair while he and Emma sit in their seats across from her. The office is oddly bright, colorful paintings adorning the walls with the odd educational diploma mixed in. Every doctor’s office he’s ever been in is sterile, dull, but this is likely because he’s only ever been in an exam room. It’s not like it matters what the office looks like, not in the grand scheme of things, but he needs something to focus on besides the vomit that continuously threatens to leave his body.

“Killian?”

“Huh?” he asks, turning to Emma who is looking at him with eyes full of concern.

“Did you hear the doctor? She asked if you were okay.”

Oh. He didn’t hear her at all. He didn’t know anyone had said anything since she greeted them. How much did he zone out? It’s only been a few seconds, hasn’t it?

He might not be okay.

“I’m fine, love,” he assures Emma before looking at Dr. Vibuthi. “I’m fine. Just a little overwhelmed is all.”

“That’s completely understandable with what you all have been through. Miracles like this are wonderful, but they do come with a certain amount of shock.”

Miracles. Shock. Surprise. He’s already tired of hearing those words. It’s been two weeks.

“They do,” he grits, his fingers fidgeting across his thigh until Emma reaches over and places her palm over his knuckles, the smallest of touches already making him feel infinitely better. “So, can you tell us how he is? How Neal is?”

She looks down at her files while he interlaces Emma’s fingers with his, needing the connection and support, knowing that she needs it too. “So Mr. Cassidy is a rare case. He hasn’t given us a lot to go on, is always insisting that he’s fine, but we’re running as many psych tests as we can just to make sure.”

“Yeah, that’s what they told us when we talked to General Neller on Tuesday,” Emma explains, her hand tensing in his. “But he said you could tell us how Neal actually is? Is he hurt? Is he malnourished? Does he have PTSD? What tests have you run on him? I just feel like for two weeks we’ve known he was alive after thinking he was dead for almost a decade, and yet no one will fucking tell us anything other than they’re running tests.”

With every single bone in his body aching, wishing to know more, wishing that he could understand what the hell has been happening, he also knows that in all the ways he wants to be weak, Emma needs him to be strong. She’s strong enough herself, likely the strongest person he’s ever met, but she’s gone through hell more times in her life than anyone ever should. Right now is simply another round of walking through the flames and hoping not to be burned to ashes.

The first few days after the news was released that Neal had been found alive had been an adrenaline rush of trying to understand what the hell was going on, how it could be going on. He and Emma were convinced that it was a false report, that it wasn’t him, especially since no one had bothered to notify Emma. The first fucking thing they should have done was notify Emma that Neal was alive. It should have never made it to the news, not without her knowledge.

Their house had been a mess. When Emma collapsed, the plate she dropped shattered and glass cut into her skin. So with a numb girlfriend, a terrified son, and a wailing daughter shocked by all of the commotion, he’d had to get the glass shards out of her legs and clean her up. Henry had made the decision to call David, which is what they taught him to do in situations like this (not that there had ever been a situation like that before), and David had quickly come over and helped them take care of the kids while Killian called every military contact he could think of to try to find out what was going on.

And they’ve basically been in a loop of looking for information ever since.

With crying. A hell of a lot of crying, sobbing really. He doesn’t think he even knew that the human body was capable of producing that many tears.

This is the closest they’ve gotten to any information, though. They’re in the same building as Neal, even if they have no idea what happened to him, how he’s alive, where he’s been. They know nothing other than that he was found in some undisclosed compound.

So the compound. They know about the compound. That’s it.

Well, they know that he’s alive.

How the fuck is Neal alive? And why is he not outrageously happy about it?

His best friend is alive, back from the dead, and it’s been the worst two weeks of his life. How damn selfish is that? He should be elated, feel like his life is back and all of the tragedy of the past eight years is gone, but it’s complicated. Life always is, but your best friend coming back from the dead only to find out that you’ve slept with his wife isn’t exactly ideal.

He shudders at the thought because while he and Emma have slept together, it wasn’t just to scratch an itch. They love each other, have for over four years now, and he’s never felt guiltier about it than he does right now. One shouldn’t feel guilty for being in love, and yet all he wants to do is drown himself in a bottle of rum…and in Emma.

They never meant to fall for each other. He doesn’t think anyone ever does, but it just happened. They were both grieving, and as the two people closest to Neal, they’d leaned on each other. For years it had been the purest of friendships, two people mourning over something they never could have imagined happening to them, and he’d spent more of his time helping her raise Henry than anything else. But somewhere along the way – between diapers and potty training, breast pumps and cooked meals, late nights and early mornings – he’d developed feelings for her.

He’d never despised himself more than the moment he realized his heart fluttered at the smell of her hair or the way her lips felt when she kissed his cheek in greeting. It was wrong. He couldn’t have feelings for Emma. He wouldn’t just be hurting Neal’s memory, but he’d be hurting Emma, too. She was, still is, the strongest woman he’d ever known, but she’d also been through hell. Who was he to complicate her life?

-/-

-/-

“Alright, Jones,” Emma sighs, handing him a glass of wine before she plops down on the sofa next to him, crossing her legs up on the couch, “I am kid free. I have wine. I have HBO. We are about to have the night of our lives.”

He chuckles underneath his breath before taking a sip of his wine and placing it on the side table so that he can grab the giant fleece blanket Emma has and pull it up over them. “When the hell did we become so boring that wine and HBO means having one of the nights of our lives?”

“I also have Chinese takeout.”

“Touché, love. That makes all the difference.”

“Exactly. And I have a three and a half year old. I only get to watch something with cursing when it’s past eight, and usually I’m so tired that I fall asleep on the couch.”

“I know. I’m usually the one that has to make sure you don’t hurt your neck by sleeping on the couch.”

“Oh yes, my hero.” Emma dramatically rolls her eyes even as the corners of her lips tick up on the side. God, that smile. He loves that smile, and he hates himself for loving it. He’s pretty much decided that he’s going to suffer for the rest of his life loving that smile, and honestly, he’d be okay suffering that way. If Emma’s smiling, it means she’s happy, and she deserves nothing more than to be happy. That’s all he wants for her. “But I’m not doing that tonight, okay? We’re going to catch up on Game of Thrones and stay up far past midnight.”

“You’ve never even seen an episode.”

“And thus, the catching up.”

“Whatever you want, love.”

They get caught up in the show, even if he’s seen it as well as reading the books, but watching Emma’s reactions to learning everything is priceless. She gasps and groans in all of the right places, laughing in several inappropriate ones, and she spends far too long coming up with theories that are so far off base that he has a difficult time not saying anything to correct her. He’s not sure if it really is the fact that she has the weight of the world off of her shoulders for one night, Henry spending the night with Mary Margaret so he can spend time with Leo, or if it’s the two glasses of wine she’s had.

It’s probably both.

The wine is likely heightening things. She’s not much of a drinker, hasn’t been in recent years at least, wasn’t old enough for too long before Henry was born to develop a real tolerance. He’s not saying Emma is a lightweight, but he’s also saying that Emma is a lightweight. And it’s not like he can say much, his drinking having toned down ever since he started helping Emma out with Henry. Time and time again he wanted to drink when Henry wouldn’t stop crying or even when Emma wouldn’t, but he wanted to be there for them.

Besides, until a few months ago, he was still in the Navy, and he’d get calls at all hours of the day. No one really wants a drunk Captain, whether he’s at sea or not. He wasn’t spending much time out at sea in the past few years anyways.

“He’s cute,” Emma sighs, Rob Stark on screen.

“Dark hair and blue eyes your type, Swan?” he teases, nudging his shoulder into his. “Not to mention British.”

“Most definitely. That’s an attractive combination. If I were to – oh,” she laughs, her lips gaping open before they close. She slaps his shoulder, the force far too strong to be playful. “You’re an asshole. You know I wasn’t talking about you.”

“You most definitely were. I am literally the definition of your type.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Emma says, moving her hair over her cheeks to hide the blush he saw a minute ago, “you wish, Jones.”

I do, he thinks, something inside of his stomach twisting before he makes it stop, makes it twist in an unpleasant way. He can’t. He can’t do this. He can’t flirt with her. But the words keep falling off of his lips. It’s like he can’t stop himself, especially when he falls back on flirting whenever he’s trying to hide something. People always discount flirting, teasing. They don’t take it seriously, so he can say the things he wants. He can hide how he feels without really hiding it.

It’s what he has to do.

“What is your type?” Emma asks, shocking him out of his thoughts. She’s not watching the screen anymore. She’s watching him, her beautiful green eyes looking directly into his. His skin his buzzing, his entire body really, and he begins to wonder how much he’s actually had to drink tonight.

“Swan, you don’t care about that.”

“I do,” she promises, twisting her body and placing her hand on his forearm. His skin practically ignites with her touch, and he wonders if he can burn from both her touch and his guilt. “I’ve known you for, like, seven years, and I think I know everything about you except for your ideal woman.”

“I don’t have an ideal woman.” “Oh come on, don’t lie to me like that. I know how men work. You like someone with big boobs and a good ass. It’s not that complicated. It’s disappointing for humankind as a whole, but it’s not that complicated.”

He groans, reaching up to rub his hand over his face before grabbing his glass and taking a large gulp. How the hell is he supposed to answer this question?

“Aye, love, I can say that you lot all have various assets that make you appealing, but, you know, once you’re out of the phase where all you can do is fall into bed with each other, you do have to have things in common, things to talk about. I like to be able to laugh, to have a good time, but values are important, you know?”

“You mean, good form and all that?”

He laughs, shaking his head back and forth. She’s never going to let it go that he believes in good form. He’s been a military man for too long, been taught too much chivalry from his mother, and even though Emma accepts when he opens doors for her or when he pulls out her chair before they eat, she always murmurs something teasing about good form.

Like flirting and innuendos for him, he thinks that’s how she protects herself too. She didn’t have anyone to help her out, to do nice things for her, until she was fifteen and adopted by Ruth Nolan, and even though she’s now twenty-six, he thinks some of those things linger. He knows they do. Scars made when we’re young tend to linger.

“Aye, good form, darling. But I’m serious. Yes, obviously I enjoy how a woman looks, but I do like someone who understands me, you know?”

“Yeah,” Emma sighs, scooting closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder, “I get it. I want that too, someone who understands me. It’s been…awhile.”

He wraps his arm around her shoulder, tugging her closer before kissing her temple. “I understand you, love.”

“Yeah, yeah you do.”

The rest of the night seems to fly by, and before he knows it, it’s two in the morning and he and Emma have gone through another bottle of wine. At least, he thinks it was one bottle of wine. It might have been two. Honestly, he doesn’t know anything except for the fact that Emma is currently straddling his lap with her hands in his hair and her lips on his.

Everything about it is glorious, the sensations overwhelming him. She’s soft, so damn soft, and every inch of her skin is warm. Her lips are warm too. And her tongue. Actually, everything about Emma from her lips and her skin to her compassion is warm. God, he loves her, and he’s not entirely convinced that this isn’t a dream. It has to be a dream because she is kissing him like her entire life depends on it.

She is kissing him, and he is giving as good as he’s getting, sucking on her upper lip and making her whimper, the sound shooting straight to his groin. She’s pressed hotly over his length, rolling her hips into his, and every coherent thought he has is gone the more she grinds against him, the more that her tongue tangles with his in a slick, pleasurable dance.

But the moment her hands begin to tug on his shirt, begin to try to undress him, he has to stop them. He can’t do this. They can’t do this. And they really cannot do this while drunk. It’s wrong. It’s one of the best moments of his life, but it’s wrong.

“Emma,” he breathes, panting really, “we can’t.” “Why not?” she whines, resting her forehead against his, her breath ghosting over his swollen lips.

“You know why, love.”

Her eyes flutter closed before she’s moving off of him, her steps wobbling a bit. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning when we take Henry to Kaleb’s birthday party, okay?”

“Goodnight, Swan.” God, what has he done?

-/-

-/-

But then there was that night, that glorious night where they’d let the alcohol get to them, where they’d let their inhibitions down, but it was wrong. There was the alcohol. There was Neal. There were far too many reasons why they shouldn’t have done it, but they still did, even if the both of them ignored it for weeks afterward. It wasn’t talked about. It wasn’t referenced. For awhile, he wondered if Emma even remembered.

God, he had both hoped that she didn’t remember and also that she did. It felt like he was living in one of the most complex, torturous little loops of time imaginable.

He obviously had no idea how wrong he was.

Because over four years, three houses, two states, and one new baby later, they were as happy as can be.

And now everything has become complicated.

As if it wasn’t before.

He thinks he’d go back to the complex, tortuous time loop any day over this.

Because he’s a bloody wanker.

“Ms. Swan,” Dr. Vibuthi calmly begins, obviously used to dealing with upset people if how she’s reacting to Emma’s myriad of questions is any indication, “I cannot begin to understand the ordeal you have been through, but I ask you to be patient with me.”

Emma nods her head, her throat bobbing up and down while she bites her quivering bottom lip. God, what he would give to take away all of her pain. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m just…I need some kind of information. Something more solid.”

“That I can give you. Mr. Cassidy is healthy. He’s not malnourished, he doesn’t have any diseases. From what we can tell, he had several broken bones over the last few years and has several healed scars that you’ll likely see and that may shock you. But there’s nothing currently physically wrong with him.”

Killian sighs, releasing the breath he was holding. In the moments where his mind has been clear lately, he’s thought about Neal being tortured. He had to be. There’s likely no way around it, but he’s never wanted to be the one to bring it up. So while from what Dr. Vibuthi has said, he’s sure Neal was tortured at one point, he doesn’t seem to have been lately.

At least physically.

None of it makes any sense.

He cannot come up with any possible explanation for what’s happened. If he could be a fly on the wall in the debriefing that he knows Neal is going to have to do with the CIA, he would. There’s so much he wants to know, even more than just what Neal has been through, but he has a feeling that he won’t be allowed to know any of it. And as close as he and Neal were before, he would bet that they will never be that close again, not with everything that’s happened.

“But what about mentally?” Killian begins, squeezing Emma’s hand. “Can you tell us how he is mentally? What his mindset is?”

“Unfortunately not quite yet. He won’t talk about what happened in much detail, but we are running all of the evaluations that we can as I said. We have our own and the military also has several that they’ve asked us to run since Neal has expressed interest in remaining in the service. All he truly talks about, however, is getting back to Emma and Henry.”

“Oh God,” Emma gasps, letting go of his hand so she can cover her mouth with both of her hands, her entire body shaking.

Why the hell would he want to return to the service? Killian has been retired for five years, and he didn’t even leave in bad circumstances. He simply wanted to be around for Emma and Henry more, wanted to live life. He can’t imagine being held hostage for eight years and wanting to return to the very thing that basically took his life away.

“So can we see him?” Killian soldiers on, reaching over and rubbing his hand up and down Emma’s back, stuffing all of his thoughts down and focusing on what’s important right now. “That’s why we’re here, right?”

“Yes, you can see him, but for a limited time. We don’t want to overwhelm him. And afterward I’d like to set up an appointment with both of you about his treatment here and when he leaves. Unfortunately, you all have a long road ahead of you.”

-/-

“Are you ready, love?”

“No, but we need to go in. I’ll just freak myself out more if we don’t do it.”

“Aye. It’s just…it’s going to be okay, Emma,” he promises, dipping his head down to quickly brush his lips over hers. He hasn’t done that nearly as much as he should lately, a distance between the two of them building, one that he’s likely been putting there himself. What else is he supposed to do when his girlfriend’s husband is back? But still, he loves her, supports her, and he won’t let her think otherwise, not now. “I love you.”

She smiles, but it’s weak, sad even. It’s not Emma. “I love you too.”

With that, Emma pushes down on the handle and pulls open the door, walking inside on a visibly shaky step as he follows behind her. Neal is sitting in the hospital bed in gray sweatpants and a t-shirt, looking healthier than he did the last time Killian saw him. He’s obviously older, the difference between thirty and thirty-eight hard to miss, but he looks stronger somehow.

It’s…jarring.

It’s also jarring to see him in person. He’s real. He’s actually alive. Killian knew it to be true, but this is real, physical proof. It makes everything almost surreal.

“Ems,” Neal laughs, a bright smile forming on his lips that causes the lines around his face to wrinkle. He doesn’t say anything else, hopping up from the bed and rushing toward Emma, immediately cupping her cheeks and crushing his lips into hers.

That may be the most jarring thing of all.

He’s seen Emma kiss Neal, something he saw plenty of times before, but it was never when Emma was the woman he loves, never in a situation like this.

He’s never seen Emma kiss Neal when he knows exactly how Emma’s lips feel.

Was he allowed to feel jealous? Is that okay? He knows that he can’t just make his emotions disappear, that he can’t stop loving her, that he won’t  stop loving her, but there’s no guidelines for this. As far as he knows, nothing like this has ever happened. There’s no one to follow or help tell him what to do.

What is he supposed to do when the love of his life’s husband shows up from the dead? What is he supposed to do when his best friend is experiencing some kind of miracle second chance in life and Killian has all of the power to break Neal’s world apart when it’s all finally coming back together?

What is he supposed to do if he has to not love the woman who he intended on marrying? The woman who has an engagement ring in the pocket of his old Naval uniform only because he knows she won’t look there. To the mother of his child…to the mother of his children.

He wants to say that he’ll step back, that he’ll let them mend their fences, but he can’t do that. He and Emma have a life together. They have Henry. They have Ada, who Neal doesn’t know about yet, which is a bag of bag of worms he doesn’t know how to handle.

They can’t hide a child, and bile rises in his throat at the fact that his little girl is going to be a reason for friction. Ada is one of the lights of his life, and she’s done not a thing wrong, so similar to Henry who’s been unusually quiet since he found out his father is alive.

It’s all fucked up, and he just doesn’t know what to do. He wants to hold his family and never let go, but he’s likely going to have to let go. He can’t do it, but he may have to.

It’s going to break him.

His best friend is alive, and he can barely be happy about it.

Neal finally pulls back from Emma, leaning his head against Emma’s forehead in a move that nearly breaks Killian. That’s what he and Emma do. That’s…theirs. His legs practically collapse underneath him, but he refuses to let that happen. He absolutely refuses.

Then Neal turns to him, his eyes staring directly into Killian’s. “Jones,” he sighs, “nice to see you, man. Can you believe this?”

He can’t.

#rising from the ashes #cs ff #cs fic #captain swan fic

[black-wolf066]

Well, You Do Have My Chin

Update: OMG!!! MY TIRED 36 HOUR LACK OF SLEEP BRAIN ACCIDENTLY DELETED THE STORY I POSTED THIS MORNING!!! I meant to hit edit, and apparently I hit delete and when it gave me the prompt to hit yes or no, my tired brain that it said “would you like to edit: yes or no”.... so here goes round two... so sorry guys. I wanted to add that i have this on Fanfiction.net now too (under my account Wolf-shadow666) but I just curfunkled everything... ANYWAY underneath is pretty much the post that got deleted... thankfully i save everything on document...

First off, let me just say. I’M ALIVE!!! It is now 8am in the morning, I’ve been working on the better part of this little shit that wouldn’t leave me alone i mean piece since 9pm last night…. i have TO GO TO WORK IN AN HOUR!!! HELP ME!!!!! *flails all over the place* I swear i can adult right sometimes… just not today apparently…. keep this in mind as you’re reading cause even though I’ve proof read this thrice, I’m sure some (or many) things have escaped my brain’s notice.

anyway….

Here is the comment that inspired me to write this one-shot:

@timetravelingpotatoast said:

All I really want from this season is for Killian and Henry to become good friends and talk about Lucy’s “conspiracy” only for Killian to ask who she thinks he is. However, somewhere in the translation it’s lost that Killian is his step-dad, so Henry just says his dad, leading to a “well you do have my chin,” commentary from Killian.

When the curse breaks they just squint at each other for a really long time.

Now, for the sake of the prompt, this is gonna be very heavily AU from season 7. This is by no means a “fix-it fic” because I really am enjoying season 7; I’m only writing this because I really wanted to see something like this be a thing after reading the comment. I absolutely love father/son bonding fics between Killian and Henry and I need more of it in my life… (Seriously there aren’t enough Captain Cobra centered fics to satisfy my craving for it). And I know that I said “I wish I was creative enough to contribute to the fandom of Once Upon a Time”, but after posting my last little snippet; I figured “what the hell I’m gonna do it anyway” because that’s what fandom is (I still feel like I suck terribly but *shrug* if you’re having fun doing it than screw being good at it, right?). (((Also something that should have been maybe 2000 words or less, ended up running away from me toward 4000 (my brain projecting my need for more Captain Cobra moments I guess)… I realize a lot of it is probably considered filler and I could have done away with it, but I kinda wanted to build that relationship between cursed Killian and Henry much like the relationship between Snow White and Emma in season 1)))).

Anyway, here’s a bit of backstory that I came up with for the AU universe of this fic…. If you don’t care and simply just want to read the story, than you can simply scroll down to the Continue reading link:

So in this AU, I’ve pretty much figured that Rumple, Killian, Regina and Emma came to save the day for Henry (Henry may have asked for Killian, Regina and Emma, but the three probably went to Rumple for help or something and Belle urged him to go). I’m thinking the timeline in the realm Henry is in moves faster than the timeline that is Storybrooke, so Henry might be 25 and not 18, but to the rest of his family only 1 year has passed since Henry left in search of his own story((((wondering if this is actually canon considering how shocked they were at seeing him so grown and I don’t believe for a single second that it took Emma and Killian that long to have a baby)))). Emma wasn’t pregnant at the time but eventually as they all stay and help the resistance against Tremaine and Drizella (after finding a way to send word back home that everything and everyone is alright and that they’re staying to help… maybe Rumple being pushed by Belle to stay and help them too), she and Killian end up having twins, and barely a year later Henry has his own kid with Ella. When the curse comes and separates them all, the curse spans the whole state of Washington (Tremaine or Drizella wanting to separate as many of them as they could and not keep them all in the same place… especially the true love couples. But they didn’t bank on Lucy remembering or Rumple finding a loop hole so he didn’t get cursed along with everyone else), so HH is the main hive so to speak but the fairy-tale characters are scattered across other cities and towns. Emma is off in one city (maybe Walla Walla), their twin daughters are in a group home in another city, Henry lived somewhere in Olympia (which is close enough to Seattle and HH), Robin (because I need Regina to be happy damn it! And I figure maybe they found that his soul wasn’t destroyed but simply stuck in the crystal, even across all alternate versions of said crystal in any realm, so he ends up getting freed) is also scattered somewhere, and Rumple, Killian, Regina, Ella and Lucy remained in HH where Tremaine and/or Drizella could keep an eye on them and make their lives a living hell. When Lucy finds Henry, and Jacinda steals his car (much like in the show and what not), he decides to stay at a motel for a week, finding the place interesting (and spurring a bit of creativity that he hadn’t felt since his failed first book) and eventually that week turns into him finding an actual place to stay once he gets to know the people in the neighborhood (made hard by the outrageous prices being asked). When Detective Rogers hears about his search, he offers to turn his den/office into a spare room (the only reason Regina/Roni didn’t offer is because she lives in a small studio apartment above the bar with the only closed room being a bathroom)…. Eventually Rumple as Weaver manages to get everyone back into the neighborhood (((he was the one to give Lucy the book. He was the one to find and bring back the cursed versions of Robin—Kevin Adams, who is a struggling lawyer that ends up helping Jacinda, by Rumple/Weaver’s prompting, get custody of Lucy back—and Emma—Danielle “Dani” Stevens, who was a sketch artist for Walla Walla police department. He was also the one to find which group home the twins were staying in and try to adopt them, since he wasn’t sure how long it would take to break the curse, and he didn’t want them staying there… Rumple and Killian might be civil borderline grey area friends, but he likes the twins and it’ll get them back to their family that much quicker once the curse is broken if he does it like this…)))) and the curse gets broken the same as in season 1 with Henry and Lucy (cause I’m unoriginal and my brain can’t think of anything else right now) ((((That should be enough of a background right? I don’t know… I’m terrible at this… don’t question the plot holes too much okay? You might get sucked into its black hole…))))

(((I looked at apartment averages in Seattle as a guideline (got rid of link since it wasn’t working)… and even though almost 3000 is very high for a one-bedroom apartment that Henry was looking for; I figured that Tremaine and Drizella were trying to weed out the people in the neighborhood slowly so they could bulldoze and improve and bring forth a ‘richer’ environment and a “richer” culture of people to surround themselves with, therefore causing more suffering and separation for those cursed and gaining something else for themselves….))))

((also when it comes to ages, I’m probably way off from canon, but these are my head canon ages for them here so… Emma was 28 at the start of season 1; Killian was 29, Regina 32. Adding 9 years considering Henry left at 18 and only a year passed in Storybrooke whereas 7 years passed where Henry was, that would make them 37, 38, and 41. With another 11ish to 12ish years they are now 48, 49, and 52 with Henry being 37ish.

tagging @superchocovian since she kindly asked me to (hope you enjoy it!!!)

Anyway, without farther ado, i give you this Captain Cobra one-shot in all it’s (step)father/son bonding glory!

Well, You do have my chin

Word count: 4203

Rating: pg-13 for my potty mouth

The din of Roni’s bar was oddly relaxing to Henry as he searched on his laptop for available apartments to move into, but after another site herald the same results, he sighed, closed the screen, and dropped his head into the crook of his arm. Was it too much to ask for a place within his price range? Hell, he was sure he could find something cheaper in the heart of Seattle than he could here.

But no, he stubbornly wanted to stay in this part of the neighborhood. There was something about Hyperion Heights, something that spoke to him, and not just Lucy’s crazy theory that his book was real and they were all fairytale characters scattered across the state (never mind the even crazier theory that he was her father—there was no way he could ever forget meeting a beautiful girl like Jacinda or be stupid enough not to fight for more than a one night stand with said woman).

The scraping of a chair across from him brought Henry’s attention up to that of the arrival of Detective Logan Rogers. The cop’s eyebrow was raised at him in silent question and concern as he sat down and nabbed the untouched bear claw from his plate.

“Bad day?” he asked finally with a tilt of his head as Roni approached with his usual beer.

When Henry still didn’t move to answer, simply groaning and hiding his face back in the crook of his arm, Roni supplied. “He’s looking for places to stay… and failing by the looks of it.”

“The asking prices are outrageous! How do you guys survive here?” he griped into his arm.

Roni snorted and Henry peeked up at her with a perturbed eyebrow raised. “You’ve seen the state of the neighborhood and the state of my bar before I decided to fight back. Isn’t that answer enough for you?”

“What’s your budget?” Logan cut in with his query before Henry could snark back and start an argument with the ornery bartender.

“Well,” Henry’s eyes shifted to him just as the older man took a bite out of the pilfered pastry. “With Seattle, I kind of figured I’d be lucky to find something for twenty-two hundred, but there is no way I’m paying almost three thousand for a place that’s barely in the city’s limits.”

“Welcome to the land of Belfrey greed.” chimed Roni as she walked back to tend the bar and the new arrival of customers.

Henry scowled un-amusedly at her back as she went.

“I have space,”

Startled, Henry gazed, wide eyed, back at the Detective. “What?”

“Well, it’s not really a ‘room’, but the den can easily be turned into one.” Logan continued, his good hand going up to scratch nervously behind his ear.

“Wha—Why?” Tilting his head and narrowing his eyes, Henry pressed on. “I know the three of us are ‘kinda’ working together, but we barely know each other. Hell, for all you know I could be a serial killer.” at Logan’s snort and raised brow, Henry rolled his eyes and said defensively. “Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“I trust you.” Logan relented simply with a shrug of his shoulders. “Besides, I have a gun I’m not afraid to use, and you look to be out of options, mate.”

Still eyeing the older man with suspicion, not used to blatantly kind gestures from others, he asked. “Can I swing by to look at your place before I decide?”

“Of course.” taking a swig of his beer, Logan gestured with his head to the closed laptop. “Now, what was it you wanted to show me?”

(***)

Walking into the apartment after Logan, Henry took in the sparsely decorated living space with a familiar pang beating against his chest. It was neat and orderly, everything he considered the detective to be, even after a week of working covertly with him and Roni. But seeing it so bare, devoid of… well, devoid of life and personality; it all just resonated with him. There wasn’t even a single picture or photo on the walls or table tops (Henry knows there are photos of Logan out there. He’s seen the pictures Roni hangs proudly on the walls of her establishment, knows that the picture of Logan and Roni—two best friends, he’s come to learn, that grew up together in the neighborhood—has a special place right behind the bar where she works). There was nothing, other than the books neatly tucked into a shelf, to give Henry a glimpse into what made this man Logan Rogers.

Walking through the 900 square foot space, he knew it wasn’t just the home of a bachelor; it was the home of someone who was just as lost as Henry himself felt. A space made entirely out of necessity rather than be made to feel like an actual home. It reminded him of his years after the foster system, before he had met his late wife, where he had had nothing of that old life worth keeping. Anything he had gained afterwards had been destroyed by the fire that took his wife and daughter three years ago, and after that he had just never bothered to start over (it wouldn’t bring them back and honestly they were all Henry wanted, not materialistic things).

As Logan led him through the kitchen toward the open den, Henry wondered what kind of past the man must have had, wondered if he too was an orphan looking for a place to belong.

“Here it is.” Logan stated with a flourish of his hand and ultimately cutting Henry out of his thoughts.

His eyes roved over the small space, at the neat and tidy desk underneath the window and the wall lined with more bookshelves and books and a single three-drawer filing cabinet.

“Sorry, I know it’s not much… doesn’t even have a door.”

Henry’s eyes cut to the older man just as he saw his good hand go to scratch behind his ear (a nervous tick he’d come to realize early on in the week). “No, it’s perfect,” He reassured as he walked around the opened room; envisioning where his stuff would fit. “I don’t really need that much space anyway.” he moved back to the opened archway and gave the man a small smile. “And privacy can be fixed with a curtain,”

“Does that mean you accept my offer?”

“If you don’t mind me for a roommate, than yeah, I’ll take it.”

(***)

A little over one month since his move into the neighborhood, and not once did Henry regret his decision (well, maybe a little; after all, Victoria Belfrey and her daughter are a force to be reckoned with… and good god did those two give him a headache sometimes). He genuinely liked it here; he liked most of the quirky people and he could clearly see why the neighborhood was worth trying to save. He also found rooming with Logan to be better than he originally expected. Sure they had their moments (like the kitchen incident that nearly gave the detective an aneurysm, or how scarily grumpy Logan could get when he’s had a bad day at the station), but their camaraderie was easy going between them, and for once after three years, Henry felt like he had a true friend again.

It was because of this easy camaraderie that Henry and Logan, one Saturday morning, found themselves planning a Star Wars marathon and arguing over the order in which to watch it (“They’re my movies, Rogers!” “And it’s my TV, Mills.”).

Somehow Henry won the argument, which found Logan sitting on the couch with the large popcorn bowl settled on the middle cushion and a beer in his hand, while Henry squatted down in front of their combined movie collection to find the first disk.

As he skimmed the neatly ordered DVDs for the one he wanted, his finger froze on a particular title and could barely contain the Cheshire cat grin as he pulled it out and pivoted to face the detective.

“The Princess Bride: Special Edition.”

Logan scowled and pointed his finger at him as he defended. “Shove off, mate, it’s a good book and a good movie; leave it alone.”

The grin on Henry’s face turned impish as he pivoted back and added as he went, “As you wish.”

The couch pillow thrown at his back did nothing to curb his mirth.

(***)

It was almost three months after his move to Hyperion Heights, that Henry managed to work the nerve enough (more like getting the quadrant that was Roni, Logan, Sabine and Lucy to shut up, and to stop hounding him to try and move on and be happy) to ask Jacinda on a date.

Glancing at himself in the hallway mirror, and trying to ignore the grinning idiot leaning against the wall a few paces behind him; he felt the bubbling of nerves roiling in his stomach as he finally turned to face his roommate.

“You’ll be fine,” Logan soothed with the utmost confidence. “You didn’t have any problems when you were flirting with her, one date isn’t going to kill you, mate. Just be yourself.”

“Yeah, be myself.” Henry snorted and rubbed his sweating palms against his jean clad thighs. “Cause any girl would swoon at a failed writer, a widowed husband, and a nerd for all things 80’s, Star Wars, Harry Potter, or Tolkien related.”

“Henry,” Logan stepped forward than, placing his hand and prosthetic firmly on his shoulders as he earnestly stated. “You’ve told Jacinda all of this already and yet she still accepted to go to this concert with you. So cut yourself a little slack, give her a little more credit than that, and go out tonight and have fun.”

(***)

It was almost six months after his move, and during one of their covert meet ups at the bar, when Henry felt a little friendly revenge against Roni and Logan was in order (because dear god, if they didn’t stop and take their own damn advice, he was going to go crazy… or take Roni’s bat and beat himself or them with it… really, he wasn’t picky).

It hadn’t been long after his and Jacinda’s first—or even their second— date that Jacinda decided enough was enough and it was time to try and win custody of her daughter back from her step mother. Detective Weaver had recommended a Lawyer from Spokane, and ever since Kevin Adams stepped foot into Roni’s bar, the two had done nothing but snark at each other.

Within the same month, a missing person’s case had popped up that apparently Weaver thought required the work of a sketch artist from Walla Walla… or so Logan kept griping to him to no freaking end. Honestly, Henry thought Danielle (or Dani as she asked to be called) a rather nice woman, maybe a little too bubbly and Chatty Cathy at times, but if Logan was to be believed than she was the worst woman he had ever had the displeasure to work with.

Yeah… right…

Denial, she is a river, and both of them are currently drowning at the bottom of it.

“So,” He began innocently around a mouthful of pizza. “When are you both going to stop pussy-footing around and ask Dani and Kevin out?”

The soda Logan was drinking and the pizza Roni was currently chewing, both ended up spat out on the table and floor, and the word vomit that followed as they tried to deny it had Henry rolling his eyes so hard he was surprised that they didn’t just roll right out of his head.

“Uh-huh,” putting his slice back down on his plate, he folded his arms across his chest and stared them both down, feeling for all the world like the no nonsense father he should have been to the daughter that would have been thirteen now. “Guys, I’m not stupid… and the last I checked my vision was perfect, so not blind either.” He cut them off before they could rush to deny it any farther. “If I have to sit here and watch you two continue with this charade a moment longer, I will either be checking myself in somewhere or Detective Weaver will have not one but three missing person’s cases to contend with.”

They didn’t try to feed him any more bullshit after that, which he was grateful for, because seriously there was only so much a person can take.

And if he caught his roommate dressed (rather nicely) in a blue button up shirt, black iron pressed slacks, and trying to rush past him and out the door before Henry could say a word with a bouquet of pink and yellow roses in hand.

Well… he could only thank whatever deity listening for small miracles.

(***)

It’s at elven months since his move, that Henry felt for all the world a content man. Jacinda had won her battle against her step-mother, and Lucy had become a constant presence in the apartment, especially since he had offered to watch her after school while Jacinda worked. He loved Lucy and her precocious nature, found her imagination beyond incredible for an elven year old and even began to look forward to hearing her crazy theories about them being cursed.

Sometimes they would be alone, with him helping her with her homework and other times Logan would be there, smiling and humoring her and her theories like they all had agreed to do.

It was during one of these nights, after Jacinda and Lucy had eaten dinner with them and left, that Logan’s curiosity had gotten the better of him. They were in the kitchen, Henry washing the dishes while his roommate dried them, that Logan broke the comfortable silence.

“Who does she think I am?”

“Huh?” Henry glanced over with a brow raised.

“Lucy,” he elaborated. “With her theories, who does she think I am? She never tells me when I ask.”

Henry snorted out a chuckle as he handed over the plate and proceeded washing the next one while answering. “Captain Hook.”

“You’re kidding.” The dry look Henry gave him caused him to roll his eyes. “It’s the hand isn’t it?”

“Probably,” Henry shrugged. “Or it could be the fact that she thinks you’re my dad.”

“What?” Logan froze mid swipe with the towel and Henry could practically feel the man’s eyes burning his profile.

“Yeah, crazy, I know.”

“Mate, if she is to be believed and you are my son; I would have had you when I was 11…”

They both chuckled at that.

“Again, crazy, I know.”

They went back to the comfortable silence as they worked, but the occasional contemplative side eye he would catch Logan giving him in his peripheral as they cleaned up the rest of the kitchen, eventually had Henry turning to stare blatantly at the man’s profile with an eyebrow raised in question.

“Do I have barbeque sauce on my face or something?”

Startled, Logan shifted his attention away from the stove top he was wiping down, and met his eyes with that contemplative expression still in place.

“No, you’re fine.” He distractedly answered.

“Than what’s on your mind? And don’t tell me nothing; you’ve been staring at me off and on for the past five minutes?”

“I was just thinking.”

The other brow rose to meet its twin as he deadpanned. “Clearly,”

Logan rolled his eyes and elaborated. “I was thinking about what you said, about who Lucy thinks I am.”

“Logan, none of that is real.”

“No, I know that… but—now that it’s been said, I can’t help but see it. Hell, Henry you can’t tell me that you can’t see it, not even a little bit.”

Henry tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at him; his eyebrows practically at his hairline now.

“We do look a little alike, mate; long lost cousins or brothers or something. I mean you do kinda have my chin, our noses are almost similar and the brow structure too…” he trailed off.

With a snort, Henry joked. “You’ve been hanging out with Dani too much, you’re even starting to sound like a sketch artist.”

“Shut up,”

He dodged and caught the wet rag thrown at him, before tossing it back; both chuckling at the ridiculousness of it all as they finished up and moved to the couch to see what was on TV.

Expect, as the days and weeks progressed (and Weaver shockingly adopted two pre-teen girls from Aberdeen that looked eerily like Dani and Logan), Henry found that he couldn’t stop thinking about it too (no matter how hard he tried to shake the insane notion from his head each and every time it sprung back into the forefront of his thoughts).

He’d often catch himself staring at Logan when the older man was distracted and—illogically enough as it was—could practically see what the other man was talking about.

It was crazy.

It wasn’t conceivable.

But damn it all if Logan wasn’t right.

They did share the same freaking chin, and though his nose was a bit larger than Logan’s, it was the same freaking shape.

Maybe he needed to check himself in somewhere after all…

(***)

Sixteen months after moving to Hyperion Heights, the curse was broken.

It had been an emotionally exhausting week beforehand, with Lucy suddenly falling into a coma that the doctors couldn’t medically explain. Jacinda had rightfully been beside herself with worry, and all Henry could feel was the crushing feeling of losing another loved one… another child. It had been the very reason why he didn’t like opening up, didn’t like taking these leaps of faith when it came to his heart and feelings. Yet he had stupidly allowed himself to get close to all these people, and stupidly thought he could have a second chance at a family, but those dreams had gone up in flames the first time and now plummeted back down from the stars a second time with the flat lining of the heart monitor as Jacinda brokenly wailed her heartache.

He didn’t feel the hand of his roommate trying to console him as he numbly watched Jacinda break down in the waiting room they had been forcibly moved too when the doctors came swarming into the room. Didn’t hear the words being spoken as Jacinda fought and then bonelessly collapsed in Sabine and Roni’s arms; her wails gut wrenching and shredding his already scarred heart to pieces. The flood of his emotions and his own tears didn’t come until after the doctor told them that their precious, precocious little Lucy was truly and utterly gone, that the defibrillator failed to restart her heart.  

It was Logan who caught him when his legs refused to hold his weight any longer, when the world suddenly came crushing down around him and nothing felt right anymore. And it was Logan who helped him into the chair; the warm presence of his roommates hand at the back of his neck guiding his head to lean on his broad shoulder. And he took the comfort and sobbed for all he was worth. Sobbed for the loss of the wife and daughter he had had to bare losing and moving on from all on his own, sobbed for Jacinda and how much she didn’t deserve to know the gut wrenching pain that losing a child brought, sobbed for Lucy who had been robbed of her own dreams, who had been robbed the chance to live and grow.

His heart hurt as he followed Jacinda into the room to say goodbye, the tears blurring his vision at seeing the white sheet lying over Lucy’s little body; so final in its position that it made him want to collapse all over again. But he couldn’t, he had to be strong for Jacinda as he was the one to hold her upright as they moved toward the bed.

Her sobs as she pulled back the sheet to view her daughters pale face tore at him even more, her words a broken, jumbled mess as she climbed onto the bed and wept onto her daughters unmoving chest.

Running on autopilot, Henry’s feet moved of their own accord; one hand going to Jacinda’s shaking back and the other to card the bangs off of Lucy’s forehead.

“I’m sorry Lucy, I’m so, so sorry.” He whispered as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her crown.

The whoosh of wind startled him and before he could right himself to wonder where it came from, the overwhelming flood of memories came next; slamming everything back into place and causing the air to deflate right out of his lungs. The watery, startled gasp from Ella (his wife, his true love) told him she remembered too, but it was the choked rush of life from his daughter, his daughter (his beautiful and very much alive little girl, his other true love), that was bloody music to his ears and heart.

“Papa? Mama?” she wheezed out as her eyes foggily and confusedly took them and her surroundings in.

“Baby!”

Everything was alright.

Everything in the world was right again.

(***)

The moment Lucy was cleared to leave; the overdue reunion of their family came afterwards. The battle was far from over; not with Tremaine and Drizella currently in hiding and no one knowing where they had run off too, but they were together again, and at the moment that was enough for them all as they celebrated at the bar that had been his adoptive mother’s home for the last eighteen months.

Henry had his wife and daughter back, his half-sisters, both his mothers, both his step-fathers and his grandfather. To say he was over the moon would have been an understatement as the din of fairytale characters and his family filled the industrial styled establishment.

It was all so overwhelming still that he had to take a seat at one of the tables; simply content to watch as he sipped at his beer. Killian soon joined him with his own glass, rum he was sure now that the man remembered who he was, and the thought of step-fathers in general had his mind venturing to their conversation once again.

It must have been on Killian’s mind as well because before either knew what they were truly doing, they were starting at one another, eyes narrowed and the rim of their drinks to their lips as they tried to see what apparently their cursed selves had been able to see.

“Man, I hope this is the last curse we ever have to face. I’ve lost count at how many cursed memories we’ve had forced into our heads at this point.” Emma groaned, yet her arrival didn’t completely break their staring contest as she dropped into the chair next to Killian; her eyes not yet looking at either of them but at her daughters who were laughing along with Lucy near the corner of the bar. She blindly but efficiently snatched her husband’s glass out of his hand and downed the last shot of the dark amber that was left as she continued. “Seriously though, can you imagine the identity crisis we’ll have in our old age if we get Alzheimer’s?” Finally glancing over at them, and realizing she had neither her son nor her husband’s attention, she raised an eyebrow and asked with trepidation. “What’s up with you two? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah love,” Killian briefly met Emma’s eyes, before he was squinting back at Henry as he continued. “Apparently while cursed, and thanks to our lovely granddaughter, the two of us got it into our heads that we were blood related; something about seeing similarities in our features and what have you.”

Blinking once than twice, Emma’s eyes bounced from one to the other, before she was tilting her head and squinting at them as well. Satisfied with what she saw, she nodded to herself, shrugged, and stated. “I can see it, especially when you wear your hair like this and stop shaving.” She grinned and chuckled and leaned forward to ruffle her son’s gel slicked hair, which Henry swatted away with a scowl as he tried to fix it back into place.

However her statement only proceeded to have them squint even harder at each other, and Emma could do nothing more than laugh at her first two goofy true loves.

As the celebrations began to die down and people started heading home, Henry and Killian simply shrugged and let it go as they hugged each other goodbye for the night (each having every intention of spending this night with their loved ones).

“Well,” Killian began softly. “Blood related or not, you’re still my son Henry; always have been, my boy.”

The smile that stretched Henry’s face, nearly threatened to split his skin from ear to ear as he replied just as softly but no less sincerely. “Thanks, dad.”

And if they hugged each other just a little tighter and their eyes shone just a little brighter with emotion, no one that witnessed the moment commented on it.

#captain cobra #captain swan #henry x cinderella #glass believer #hooked queen friendship #outlaw queen #once upon a time #ouat s7 AU #ouat ff #once upon a time fanfiction #my fanfiction

[emisonme]

Theory time.........

There was something about this whole narrative, that wasn’t adding up for me. I was having a hard time putting my finger on it, then Camila released that description about her album, and it started making more sense.

They want us to believe, this whole narrative took place in 2016, but when you remember back and realize, the 2016 narrative was just a revamped version of the 2015 narrative, it all begins to fall into place.

Everyone latched on to that July 4 2016 Brazil snap, of her alone, writing in a hotel bathroom, while the girls were out celebrating together, as the time she began writing “I have questions”. That’s exactly what Management hoped you’d do. If one paid attention though, you would see that the more important snap happened back in October 2016. She snapped a photo of her writing in a bathroom, with the caption ”destroyed”. First, July - October does not equal 6 months, no matter how crappy your math is. Second, the 7/27 tour was coming to an end, and with that caption, I actually think, that is when she finished writing “I have questions”.

The only tour date they had in early 2016, was Dubai. So, unless she started writing it in a Dubai potty, the rest of early 2016 was spent promoting WFH. She stated she started writing that song, “a little over a year ago” while on tour. I think her “a little over a year ago” means the last few months of 2015, September-November. That she eventually had to face her problems, and she finally went back to the lyrics she started from the year before, and finished the song, then wrote a sad song every day until she got sick of writing sad shit. That song seems to be a catalyst for her, and I’m thinking it probably  “destroyed” her to finally finish it.

Camila was asked recently, in an interview, when her anxiety showed itself and started becoming a real problem for her. Her answer was, 2015. Everything started in 2015. Her anxiety, the fucking narrative, the division, EVERYTHING!!

I read somewhere, in one of those bullshit, unnamed source, music industry articles, that Camila had a one year contract that expired the night of December 18, 2016. OK! How the hell did she get a one year contract, that encompassed the 7/27 era? (I’ll answer that later in the post.)

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say, I don’t think the Labels intended for Camila to be a part of the 7/27 era, at all. I think they planned on taking her solo at the end of 2015, and releasing her debut solo album sometime in 2016, but something happened. I think anxiety, depression, Sinu, Roger, and the girls happened.

We now know, Camila stated her anxiety became a problem in 2015. She tweeted on August 28, 2015, that the summer Reflection Tour was an emotional time for her, and that she hugged the fan a little longer and a little tighter. We also know, the 2016 narrative was a revamped version of the 2015 narrative, on steroids. So, we need to go back to 2015 to find the answers.

One of the Music Industries favorite tried and true methods for success, is the “divide and concur” method. The first thing Management had to do, was separate Camila from the girls, then start dividing the fandom.

Phase one of “take Camila solo” was to make connection to the “right” people. One of those people was, Charlie Walk. (Disclaimer: I said before, I got some things wrong in another theory, mostly about Charlie walk, I’m going to correct them here.)

It fell upon the one and only Candece Campbell, to introduce Charlie into the girls’ lives. She took the girls to a Republic Records after party, and introduced them to him, in February of 2015. Then in Late march of 2015, she took only Camila to meet up with him and have dinner.

Why Charlie Walk? He appears to be a master guru at breaking young artists, especially young Pop artists, into the mainstream. He was also one of the people who oversaw Destiny’s Child and Beyonce’s rise, hiatus and Bey’s first solo album, during his tenure at Columbia Records. Who better to talk to, and convince Camila, she has what it takes to be a successful solo artist, and being a member of a successful Girl Group, only helped her chances. Oh, and let’s not forget his connection to Taylor Swift.

Speaking of Taylor Swift, she was second on that list of connections they needed to make for Camila. She first met TS at an award show in November of 2014. They took a Selfie to commemorate the moment.

It must have been very memorable, because next thing we know, Camila is just chillin at home not doing a damn thing for her birthday, until her phone begins to vibrate, and it is none other than TS wanting to know what Camila is doing. She says “nothin”. She’s just craving some kind of food, that TS suddenly has a house full of, and invites Camila over for an impromptu B-day party with “the squad”.

Why don’t you blow some more smoke up my ass. Whatever! The truth and the Music Industry don’t get along. But, you can start to see the truth through the fog, when you realize, just a few short weeks prior, Camila was being introduced to Charlie Walk. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Anyway, with that B-day party, came instant popularity and instant division. A whole shit load of 5H fans, can’t stand TS. They think she is nothing more than a racist self absorbed BITCH! On the other hand, if one becomes “friends” with her and make it to “squad” status, they become the beneficiary of a very large and dedicated fan base. So, that was a success. Camila got some fans and recognition outside of 5H, and the 5H fandom got some division.

The TS “friendship” also came with a lot of “rumors”. The most important one being, TS was trying to convince Camila that she’d be better off without the girls. It was the perfect one-two punch, if you will. She had Charlie in one ear telling her, she has what it takes to be a successful solo artist, and TS in the other ear, telling her she’d be more successful without the girls. Let the pressure fueled anxiety begin.

Some call it a coincidence, I call it planned, since the timing could not have been better, for Camila to be hanging out with the person, most of the 5H fandom thinks is a racist. Not long after that birthday party, a shit storm started brewing between Camila and Normani’s individual stans.

Sometime toward the end of March, Normani took a selfie with none other than Becky G. Some “fans” seen it, and started that bullshit story line that Normani was stabbing Camila in the back for being friends with the girl that  “supposedly” came between Camila and Austin.

Let the racist shit slinging begin. Apparently, since Camila used the “N” word in the past, is hanging out with Taylor Swift, that makes her a fucking racist. Therefore, since she’s a “racist”, her fans are racist and that’s why they were cyber-bullying Normani with racist shit, because she took a fucking picture with a girl. The logic of this fandom, is asinine.

When you know who actually started all this racist shit and why, you really get a good look at the dark side of the Music Industry, that some refuse to believe exists.

If you took the time to read, @decoding1432 posts about astroturfing, you will understand how all of that shit came about. If you haven’t read her blog, you should. You can go back and trace damn near all of the drama created on social media, to a handful of accounts. There’s a reason for that.

There are “super fan” or “bot” accounts, and there are “fake fan” accounts, that are Insiders pretending to be fans, so they can steer the narrative on social media. The ‘bot” accounts are basically “super fans” that are bought and paid for, through special privileges, that help spread the narrative.

The whole racism and cyber-bullying narrative, was created and planned by Management, spread by the fans, and that narrative began, in 2015.

There was no time for a break. THEY were in a hurry to divide, divide, divide. The next thing they had to do, was divide the Camren shippers, and get them to choose sides. If I’m remembering correctly, in April of 2015, it was “hello Michael”.

Michael actually served two purposes. 1) to start the “rumors” within the Camren fandom, that Camila was cheating on Lauren, with him. 2) They didn’t want the general public to think Camren was an actual thing, so they needed a “boy” to fit the narrative for an upcoming duet, no one was supposed to know about.

Camichael was short lived, because it wasn’t really a thing. It was PR to fit a narrative. It served it’s purpose, and worked in both aspects. Oh, and Lauren was soon to be off “trippin” with Lucy, to help with it all, too.

Then it was time to start the PR for the duet, no one was supposed to know about. That began sometime in June, when Camila and Shawn Mendes went to the Hershey Festival. It was also around that time, Roger entered the picture.

Roger had tweeted/re-tweeted all of the girls earlier in the year, but around June, he started singling Camila out. I used to think Charlie got Roger the gig, of being Camila’s solo manager, but now, I think it was Andrew Gertler, Shawn’s manager. Roger and Andrew worked together over at Warner, and have been friends for a while.

Anyway, June got the Shawmila rumors flying, and everything was set up, for the “meet-up” at a Taylor Swift concert. What most people haven’t even considered, but I think is the truth, is the duet between Shawn and Camila, was actually negotiated and set up by L.A. and Charlie back in Feb/March of 2015. Then it was up to Charlie, Taylor. Shawn, and Roger to convince her it was a good idea for her and even 5h’s career. That it would help broaden Fifth Harmony’s fan base.

So, Camila meets up with Shawn, backstage  for a “jam session”. Shawn already had the song in mind, he just needed “help” writing it. That was in early July.

Now, it’s time for the Summer Reflection Tour. It’s time to let the “bot” and insider accounts do their thing on social media. The “rumors” started flying, during the tour, that Camila was doing a duet with Shawn, behind the girls’ back.

What most didn’t know, at the time, was part of the deal struck with Charlie, was that Lauren would also be part of the package. She was chosen to do a song with Marian Hill, a RR artist. I believe that song was written, and maybe even recorded, back in October 2015. Part of the deal, was that the song would be held onto, to be released at a date that was most advantageous for Lauren’s career. That’s why RR didn’t even really promote the song.

The hate and vitriol Camila received, while on tour, when fans started hearing about the duet she was doing “behind the girls’ back” was ridiculous. What’s just as ridiculous, was the girls were made to stay publicly mute about it. They were not allowed to “defend” Camila, because they weren’t supposed to know anything about it.

I believe it was the hate fueled comments between the now divided fandom, that caused most of the tension between Camila and Normani. The Normani, and OT4 stans were going off on Camila for being a “backstabbing racist bitch”, and the Camilizers were going off on Normani, for being “a backstabbing bitch” for taking a fucking picture with Becky G. It was a cluster fuck of emotions, and every bit of it was created by Management.

By the time that damn duet came out, Camila was already thought of, by the growing number of OT4 stans, as a racist, cheating, lying, backstabbing bitch, that Lauren, Normani, Dinah, and Ally would be better off without.

The Labels and Management were popping champagne corks and dancing in the streets, because they had officially achieved their goal. At that point, the fans were actually demanding Camila’s departure from Fifth Harmony. That could definitely be arranged.

There is a reason they rushed everything in 2015, and it wasn’t to keep Camila in the group for another year, it was to get her out of it. So, how did Camila end up being in 5H through 2016 and the 7/27 era? There are literally only a few things that could have happened.

Camila could not just say, “I’m out. See ya.” As I explained before, they all signed individual contracts to become members of Fifth Harmony. They are all still working under those same contracts. She couldn’t just up and leave the group, unless the Labels, who hold the contracts, wanted her to leave. If she had left, without Labels consent, she would have breached her contract.

On the other hand, the Label owns the right, through the contracts, to take a member solo, or expel them from the group, whenever they want. The Labels dictated the conditions of the contracts. 

We know Camila is still under her original contract, because she is still with Epic/Syco. Therefore, she did not breach her contract. The only two possibilities for her departure in 2015, or 2016 for that matter, was if the Labels wanted her out, or if Roger negotiated her way out. The only possible way for her to stay, if the Label wanted to take her out, was to negotiate her way back in.

That description she released from her album, put everything in better perspective for me. It put December of 2015 in better perspective, as well as the statements released by Management, after Camila’s departure.

I am really thinking, those statements were in reference to everything that happened in 2015. They were simply held for a year. That also explains the one year contract. Camila either gave the girls the one year they were asking for, or the Label allowed her one more year, with the girls, to better prepare herself emotionally and mentally for her solo career.

Dina LaPolt was brought on board in December, if not earlier, to negotiate Camila’s stay with 5H, either way. Maverick was brought on board at the end of 2015, to perfect the 2015 narrative.

I think Sinu, the girls, and even Roger, realized the state of mind Camila was in, and took a moment to ask her what she wanted. That was the talks they had on tour, but I think Camila felt torn, to do the right thing for everyone involved.

Camila is a people pleaser. She can’t stand the thought of disappointment. She doesn’t want to let anyone down. She knew the Label wanted to take her solo. It was becoming more and more evident, through social media, the majority of the fans wanted her out, which is just sad. The question is, did the girls want her out, and was she ready to give up her life with the girls. I would say, neither of them was ready to give up the other, because she was there for one more year.

Sinu, the girls, and Roger helped her to come to terms, that in life, and especially this fucking industry, you can’t please everyone. They helped her work on her anxiety, and yes, Ashlee helped with that as well. Of course, we didn’t get to witness any of it, because they had to follow the narrative.

That also means, Normani was willing to go through another year of cyber hell, to keep Camila with them for another year. It means Camila was willing to go through another year of cyber hell to stay with the girls.

We also have to keep in mind, as Camila does press for her album, that she has to stick to the narrative. She isn’t being very specific for a reason. We have to remember everything we have learned, and apply it. That being said, I think Camila was pulling double duty through the end of 2015 and 2016. She was recording with the girls, touring with them, and working on her debut album at the same time. No wonder she always looked tired.

To those of you who participated in the hate and the division of the fandom, you are despicable human beings, who don’t have a compassionate bone in your bodies. You idiots used a picture, a word, a birthday party, and a song, to justify your abhorrent behavior.

You ignorant asses was ready to crack the whip, and hang effigies of Normani from a fucking tree. You were wishing death, rape, and deportation on Camila. You were proud to produce that much hate filled rage, over a fucking selfie, a word, a party, and a fucking song. That’s all it took. The majority of this fandom disgusts me to no end.

You want the truth, I’ll give it to you. You dumb fucks got played. It may have been Managements narrative, but you were the willing participants that helped push it. It may have been Managements plan, but you are the ones who made it a success.

Do you want to know who hurt Camila so bad? We know L.A. Reid, and Simon Cowell’s part in it, but they weren’t the only ones. The majority of this fandom need look no further than the mirror. She felt lonely, in a sea of thousands of fans, because of the dark filled hate you rained upon her. Everyone of you should be ashamed of yourselves. You became the very people Management needed you to be.

I, for one, plan on supporting all of the girls, now and in the future. I fell in love with a 5 member girl group, but I also fell in love with them individually. I look forward to all of their new music, and I am going to do my part in making sure Camila, Normani, Lauren, Dinah, and Ally’s dreams come true.

#camila cabello #fifth harmony

[salty-yu]

day 3 - apocalypse surprise!!! its still oihina surprise pt.2!!!! i aint proofread 

also did i forgot to mention its another sad ending & someone dies

ao3 link

-

One night, when they're curled up in their hideout, Hinata says, "it's kinda fun, y'know." Oikawa nearly smacks him for making light of this fucking destruction, but manages to reign in the turmoil inside of him to fix Hinata with an unamused stare. Hinata snorts, fingers tightening protectively around the barrel of his rifle, and elaborates, "before started, I was having the worst time of my life."

And Oikawa gets it, understands how not everyone had a pretty decent life like he did before the world fell into complete and utter chaos. So he let's Hinata's somewhat disturbing comment slide, in favor of peeking out of the only window in their hideout. Their hideout is, in simpler terms, a fucking tree house. The only thing that makes it real special is that Oikawa and Hinata had spent weeks digging a wide and deep trench around it, hadn't even bothered to do more than that, because god already knows the undead are as dumb as cardboard boxes.

In the dark of the night, Oikawa can hear the screams of the occasional runaway, the revolting groans of those who once lived, and a multitude of other not-so-pleasant sounds. The sky is brighter now, the stars seemingly on blast. There's really no need for streetlights when the stars are out. Hinata tells him there never was a need for lights on Earth because the stars have always been this bright, they were just never visible because of the man-made brightness. It's one of the first realizations Oikawa has, suddenly aware of how much mankind had taken away from nature.

He guesses this apocalypse is the universe's way of checking them back in place.

-

There's a walled city somewhere on the coast of Japan, where the rich had all traveled to right away when news of the revived dead had reached the headlines. Of course, other civilians were allowed into the city if they passed all health checks. The possibility of even the smallest virus coming into the safe haven was unfathomable, and many were turned away if even the smallest symptoms of a cold appeared. Oikawa proposes they travel there, so they do.

The trip is sure to be a long one, so Hinata takes extra care to pack as many granola bars and waters into their small bags. The first obstacle they face is before they even leave the confines of their tree house. Oikawa says it's best to travel with light clothes, and pack another set if necessary. Hinata says it's best to wear multiple layers, because if they were to be attacked and bitten, it would be harder for the teeth to break through multiple layers. They settle on a medium of two layers, and packs third set into their bags.

They leave on a sunrise, guns clutched in their hands, bags tight around their shoulders. The undead hardly make appearances during the day, as the strong UV rays hurt them (or so the scientists claim). Still, they're on the defense for the first few miles, before they reach a gas station and Hinata abruptly announces his need for a potty break. Oikawa stays put outside for a moment, before ducking into the desolate convenience store and snagging as many small food items as he can. There's a gun shot from somewhere in the building, and Oikawa freezes in place, before hastily shoving the snacks into his pockets, and rushing outside.

When he gets back to where he had last seen Hinata, the younger man is standing at the door of the bathroom, glancing at the floor nonchalantly. "What the hell happened?" Oikawa questions, grasping Hinata in his arms to examine him. His big brown eyes meet Oikawa's in confusion, before something akin to understanding forms, and he snorts.

"Sorry," he says, voice rough but soothing, "there saw a cockroach."

The first emotion to flood Oikawa's systems is an overwhelming sense of fondness for this shrimp. Then he sighs in relief, fingerless gloves brushing Hinata's bangs back, before gently slapping his cheek, fixing Hinata with an unbelieving expression.

-

When they're a few days into their trek, and Hinata has started complaining about how horrible his gym shoes are, they stumble upon a holy grail with air conditioning. In the midst of a town, there' a tall, kind of decaying, building twinkling just at the horizon, and Hinata jumps eight feet when he sees it. "It's a Walmart!" He exclaims, and they rush inside. They almost forget to do a complete scan of the room, until there's a groan from around a shelf, and Oikawa rushes to shoot the brains of one of those monsters through. After that, they're careful again as they wander through the huge store.

It's like the heavens answer to ever single one of Hinata's requests, because they somehow stumble into the shoe section right away, and Hinata manages to find a new pair of shoes he likes, and are in his size. Oikawa doesn't have much luck, settles on a black pair of trainers, and calls it a day. "Don't I look amazing?" Hinata calls from where he's modeling his new shoes. Oikawa agrees, hypes Hinata up as he prances around with his new kicks, before they both dissolve into a fit of giggles.

When they go to leave, Hinata sets a stack of neat quarters on the check out, flashes Oikawa a soft smile, and says, "what? I'm not going to completely steal these."

-

"Holy fuck," Oikawa grunts, pushing the butt end of his gun into a brain-eater's head, hears the sickening crunch, before rushing over to where Hinata is fending off another two. He's shorter than the two monsters that surround him, but faster, and he swings around a bat they'd recently picked up like a toddler just learning the basics of baseball. Oikawa figures it doesn't matter how he swings as long as he lands a hit. Oikawa loads his gun up again, aims at a leg, and shoots. There's a disgusting groan from one of Hinata's attackers, and Oikawa rushes over, kind of does the same lead-up he did for his volleyball spikes, before landing hard on a head.

He mopes the destruction of his new shoes.

His thoughts are cut short when Hinata shouts, and Oikawa quickly returns into fighting mode. The undead figure is slowly beginning to overpower Hinata, but they don't get far before Oikawa presses his gun to the side of its head, pulls the trigger, and watches the writhing body go limp. It's silent then, except for their panting breaths, and Oikawa clamps a hand down of Hinata's shoulder. "You good?" He questions.

Hinata looks down at the blood covering his body, not even his, and says, "just dandy."

-

"Can we take a break?" Hinata asks a few days later when they're walking through the blazing sun again. Oikawa shrugs, as if saying, why not. They're ridiculously ahead of schedule, even through all the necessary "shopping trips" Hinata made them take along the way, and Oikawa knows they'll reach the walled city in a few more days, tops. They've been traveling for a little over a week now, and with each step they take, he can almost smell the sea.

"We can rest all of tomorrow if we want," he says, glancing down the highway they'd been walking on. Upturned cars and smoke blur his vision, and the beating rays of sunlight don't help much either. He raises a hand to shield his eyes from the light, narrows them at a highway sign. "But I reckon we don't," he tacks on, "the longer we travel, the dirtier we'll be during the examinations."

Just as he's about to suggest they continue, there's a wrenching sound from behind him, and whirls around to find Hinata slouched over and dry heaving. He rushes over, taking a water bottle from Hinata's pack to push into his hands. Hinata really can't take it anyway, too busy throwing up absolutely nothing. Oikawa runs a list of all the food they'd eaten that day, recalls the fucking apple tree Hinata had climbed, and swears under his breath "No more grabbing shit off trees," he spits, but his actions contradict his words, and he cards his fingers through Hinata's wild hair.

Hinata doesn't argue back, gives what Oikawa assumes is a nod, before he heaves some more. The only thing that really comes out of his mouth are strands of saliva, and Oikawa hopes he feels better before they reach the walled haven.

-

"It sure is cold," Hinata says the next day, when the sun sets uncharacteristically early, and he's left tugging his shirt closer to his body.

Oikawa hums, squinting into the distance. "Is it?" he murmurs, not really paying attention. They're coming up to another highway sign, this one finally with the name of the city they're traveling to, and Oikawa thanks the heavens. "'M not really cold."

"Well I fucking am," Hinata huffs, and swings his backup around until he's wearing it on his chest. He unzips t, and ruffles through it as they walk, until he comes up with the hoodie they'd each stashed into their packs. Oikawa snags Hinata's bag from him to help, waits for Hinata to tug the hoodie over his shoulder, before shoving the bag back into his hands. "Better," Hinata sighs, and falls into step with Oikawa again.

They haven't even walked another whole mile yet, when Hinata starts complaining about the cold again, fingers buried deep in his sleeves. He almost looks cute with his big sweater and red nose, and Oikawa's heart skips a beat. They stumble into another one of those highway gas stations, and decide to all it a night. Hinata snuggles into Oikawa's side, teeth chattering loud, until he dozes off, and Oikawa is left on guard.

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"Hinata, watch it!" He shouts, his voice cracking, when another group of undead beings crawl out of an upturned car. He quickly tugs Hinata behind him, aiming his gun and knocking two out right away. He gets busy with another one, fingers digging into decaying flesh in an effort to push it off of him, and he almost had it, until another one, torn at the waist, comes dragging itself at Oikawa and manages to grasp his ankle. He tumbles down then, fighting with the two, until he finally gets the upper hand again and is shooting at them both.

When he's up and running again, he remembers Hinata, and turns wildly around to look for him. Just as he catches sight of the bright head of hair, he hears the sickening moan of another bastard, and his heart nearly falls when he sees the wretched monster not even a whole foot behind Hinata. "Hinata!" He yells, points his gun, nearly faints at the empty clicks. He sets to loading his gun, eyes alternating between the weapon and Hinata, and he's about to lose his mind at Hinata's slow ass reaction, when the figure walks right past Hinata, sickly pale hands reaching for Oikawa.

Oikawa's brain is in overdrive, and his fingers finally push the load of bullets into the gun. He quickly cocks his arm at the enemy, and with one loud crack, the body is on the floor, and the air is quiet again. When the situational panic finally fades, he glance at Hinata with wide eyes. Hinata seems even more confused than Oikawa, and his own expression is reminiscent of a deer in headlights. "What the hell," Oikawa murmurs, stuffing his gun into its hip slot, before rushing over to Hinata. "What the hell," he's repeating, hands grasping Hinata's shoulders, and looking over him. "Why the hell did that zombie just walk right fucking past you?!"

"I-I don't know," Hinata gasps, eyes wide and a little mad. "I don't know, I don't know," he cries, hands reaching up to card through his hair.

If there's one thing Oikawa's learned from this apocalypse, it's that the whole group can't be panicking at once. In their case, only one of them can be panicking at a time. So he sets his hysteria aside in favor of dealing with Hinata's. "Shh," he soothes, allows his own heart rate to slow again, before pulling Hinata snuggly into his chest. "It's because you didn't move," he explains, probably to both of them, "they don't attack what doesn't move, right?"

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"Aren't these pretty?" Hinata exclaims when they stumble into what used to be a new square. He's marveling at a patch of fire lilies growing on an abandoned flowerbed. Oikawa saunters over, crouches next to Hinata, until he's eye level with the flowers too. The inside of the petals are a soft orangey color, almost like Shouyou's hair, that fade into a flaming red. He picks one, and Hinata says, "heyyy, flowers have feelings too, y'know."

He ignores him in favor of setting the flower in Hinata's hair, the stem easily gliding into the depths of Hinata's bright trusses. Hinata himself falls silent, eyes wide as they watch Oikawa. "There," Oikawa says when the flower is safely nestled, and flashes Hinata another smile. The inside orange compliments Hinata's hair, and the bright red compliments the flush on Hinata's cheeks. He looks absolutely lovely, then.

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When they finally reach the walled city, Hinata cries in relief, and Oikawa hides his own alleviation with laughter, tugging Hinata closer for a hug, the shorter man muffling his wet sobs into the crook of Oikawa's neck. Oikawa laughs because he hasn't felt this safe in so long, and they haven't even gotten in yet! He turns to cover Hinata with a complete hug, their bodies pressed tightly together from chest to thigh. "We made it," he sighs into Hinata's sweaty scalp, something that should be gross, but doesn't feel like it because its Hinata, for goodness sake. 

"Thank you," Hinata cries while they wait in a line for the health examinations, and he still hasn't let Oikawa let go of him. "I thought I was gonna die," he admits, one hand loosely wrapped around Oikawa's hip. He sniffles. "I'm weak, and I'm not a fighter, and-and," he stutters, more fat tears trickling down his cheeks. "I woulda died without you," he sobs, burying his face into Oikawa's chest again.

"There, there," Oikawa says, gently patting his head. "It's all good now, Hina-chan," he comforts, pressing the softest of kisses to his forehead. Hinata nods into his chest, and his shaking shoulders slowly come to a stop. "They're going to give us a nice little house, where we'll live together," he says, imagining how good things will be for them now. "We're going to live together forever," he says, and then murmurs, "I love you, y'know?"

Hinata shakes ins his arms again, and Oikawa just barely catches the, "I love you," he mumbles back, before Hinata's dissolving into another quiet cry. All Oikawa does then is run his hands down Hinata's back, brushing Hinata's hair back to press the softest of pecks to his temple. 

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There's a red light going off somewhere at an examination table to his left, and Oikawa mentally laments the failure of fellow civilian who couldn't pass the examination test. He wonders what type of symptoms that person was showing, and a sense of pity settles in his chest. 

The flashing comes to a stop, only to start up full force again, this time even louder, and there's security guards in hazmat suits rushing towards Oikawa's left again. Oikawa can't help it, turns his head a little to peak, but al he sees is the bright yellow of the suits surrounding a screaming figure. Poor soul. He turns back to the medic checking him. Another second ticks by, and suddenly, he realizes he recognizes those screams. His head whips around to do a double take, standing on his toes in an effort to see who's being removed, desperate to prove his brain and ears wrong. 

He's about to let it go, push it off as some paranoia, when there's a tuft of orange peeking through all the rubber yellow, wild brown eyes looking around frantically. Oikawa's heart drops, and he's surging forward, hands slamming down on the plastic walls of his medical area, banging on the surface until his medic, and a few others are reaching forward to detain Oikawa. "Where are they taking him?" He shouts, watching as the men in sits wrestle Hinata out of Hinata's medical room, past the waiting lines they'd spent hours in, and out of Oikawa's sight. "Why are they taking him?" He cries, craning his neck in a last attempt to see his Hinata. 

"That patient has been found with traces of the apocalyptic virus in his DNA," someone says, and Oikawa's heart is hammering in his chest, pounding in his ears. 

"No," Oikawa breathes, flashes of Hinata flickering through his mind;  his blindingly bright smile, his bell-like laughter, his brown eyes wide with fear, his clothes drenched in blood, neither of them knowing whose it was, marking it off as a zombie's. "No," Oikawa repeats, and the memory of the undead completely ignoring Hinata comes to mind. "No!" He screams, and tears leak down his eyes. 

He and all the healthy civilians are herded into an area afterwards, and it takes two security men to grab Oikawa. He doesn't put up much of a fight anymore, letting them drag him over to a large door outside of the walls. They pass even more examination lines, more security men, a line of kneeling people all the way at he far edge of this make-shift camp. Infected civilians. His head travels down the line, catches sight of a bright head of hair with a flower peeking through it at the very beginning of the line, and his heart aches in his chest. 

His precious companion is being sent back into that wretched world, he realizes, and whimpers. The security men drag him on, and he trips, feet scudding against the dry land. He glances up again, and notices the two men in dress suits at each end of the infected line, and almost misses the glint of a silver gun. His eyes widen, and he watches as the men load their guns. What are they doing, he panics.

He's shoved into a new area, and the guards let go of him. He quickly whirls around, eyes frantically searching the area again, until they finally land on the suited man by Hinata. "Hinata!" He shouts, surges forward only to be pushed back into his area. The man loads his gun, and a set of doors begin to close before Hinata, just as the first gun shot rings through the air. 

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