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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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Sunday is my birthday, I could have an AU for spicy Sunday 🌶️🌶️ from ASDD or Good Girls, please 🥺👉🏼👈🏼... Kathony teens (of any kind) are my favorite haha....You are the best! 💜🌷

It’s your birthday today??? Happy Birthday!!!

🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Now we’ve already seen Good Girls Kate and Anthony going for it today, and we’re gonna see them again before the day is out so is it cool if we do ASSD?

I’m also tying this with another request because I’m lazy.

sending this now for spicy sunday but like you can’t just say katie wants it from behind and for you not to give it

Katie Sheffield wasn’t exactly proud of what her relationship with Anthony Bridgerton had unleashed in her. Well, that wasn’t true, she was much more confident, bolder, unafraid of what she wanted. What she thought probably was a little unseemly was that now every time her parents left the house for more than 25 minutes, she was tearing off Anthony’s clothes a little feverishly, her lips grinding against his thigh between hers until she shuddered against him a soft scream falling from her lips. And yeah, sure, exploring your sexuality was a normal part of growing up and all that, and she didn’t necessarily feel shame about it, she just found it slightly ridiculous, how much her cheeks burned around him, how she always seemed to want him.

What she did feel shame about was the thrill she got in her stomach when Anthony tapped on her window after midnight, grinning at her in the streetlight from outside as he balanced on the tree outside as she pulled him inside. Giggling and laughing, covering each other’s mouths to stop Mary and her Dad from hearing as he tugged her pyjamas down and whispered how much he loved her. But there was just something about Anthony that made her lose control.

Tap Tap Tap

Kate groaned as she slid from the bed, her lip caught between her teeth as she opened the window, Anthony’s handsome face smiling brightly at her as he slid inside.

“Sorry I’m late! My Mum was still up with Hy.” He leaned down to kiss her, smiling into it as Kate groaned.

“We need to stop doing this. My Dad’s not stupid he’s gonna figure it out eventually.”

Anthony chuckled against her neck, his teeth scratching the skin there. “This would definitely be worth getting beaten with your Grandpa’s walking stick. Tell me to go and I’ll go.” But her hands were already tugging his shirt over his head, her fingers skimming the muscles of his chest, her stomach clenching as his muscles jumped under her hands shiver against her.

“I don’t want you to go though.” She sighed as she fell back against the mattress, Tugging her own shirt over her head tightening her legs around Anthony’s waist.

Anthony sighed, resting his head against her chest. “ I love these. I’m pretty sure they’re the best ones.”

Kate couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ve never seen another pair.”

Anthony hummed, his tongue lathing at her chest, “I’m still pretty sure these are the best though.”

Kate rolled her eyes, even as she gasped against him, Anthony settling more firmly between her legs, as he tugged her shorts down, and before she knew what she was saying, it had fallen from her lips.

“I want to try something.”

Anthony’s head shot immediately, his mouth hanging open, “Anything you want Katie. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

And her heart swelled with love for him, his head nodding eagerly, before he’d even heard what she was asking for.

“I want you to take me from behind.” Anthony’s mouth fell open, in surprise causing anxiety to build in her stomach. She’d been thinking about it from the very first time he’d asked her to ride him, wondering what he’d feel like draped over her back, suddenly desperately curious. “It’s totally cool if you don’t want to.”

“I definitely want tHat.” Anthony didn’t even hesitate, his lips claiming hers a little sloppily. Heat building between him as she pushed against his chest, turning breaking their kiss, as Anthony whined, as his hands reached for her hips.

“Okay, just, tell me of it doesn’t feel good.” Anthony said a little nervously, waiting for Kate to nod. And then he was there, a sharp gasp as she fell against her forearms, his hips grinding against hers a little awkwardly, a little uncomfortably.

“Is this okay?” His voice was tight, strained, whispering through the darkness.

“Umm it’s a little… uncomfortable.” Anthony stopped immediately, his hands leaving her in a panic she could feel. “Maybe if we…” she sat up a little her hands gripping the headboard, her back pressed against his chest, Anthony shifted just slightly and Oh!

She couldn’t help but gasp as she ground against him nodding her head as he whispered

“Is that better?” Gasps pulled from his chest as they moved together, his arm becoming like a vice around her waist, pressing him to her so firmly she could barely breathe. Tension thickening in the air.

That’s so good, Anthony, oh my god. Oh fuck! Falling from her lips, Anthony’s needy moans hot In her ear, his hand ducking between her legs, Katie Katie Katie forcing her higher and higher, until she fell apart for him with a sharp cry, quickly muffled by Anthony’s hand. His own grunt muffled by her neck.

Kate fought for breath as she collapsed back against his sweaty chest, his hand turning her head so their lips met in a lazy kiss.

“Well, I really fucking liked that.” Anthony huffed into her neck, sighing as her hand raked through his hair.

Katie laughed pressing a kiss to his hair. “Me too.” She pulled him down against the pillow until his head was nestled on her chest. “Don’t forget to set your alarm.” She hummed as they slowly fell asleep together.

And maybe it didn’t matter that her family was just down the hall. Or at least that’s what she thought, until Edwina said at lunch the next day as Kate sat on Anthony’s lap, smiling happily.

“Do you know the funniest thing about Katie’s room Anthony?”

Anthony looked like a deer in headlights, smiling awkwardly, and then he bolted from the table when she said “You foot always kicks my window, and The walls are really thin.”

#a slamming screen door #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #molly’s asks and answers

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)

-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.

-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.

-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??

-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)

-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.

-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.

-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)

-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(

-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.

-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)

-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...

-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know

-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.

-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)

-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.

-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights

-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.

-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu

-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.

-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.

-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...

-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.

-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??

-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???

-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.

-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3

-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!

-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(

-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!

-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳‍🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.

-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #me on the first post:#its not a liveblog!#me this time: it kinda is. but not in the same format as my tmm one #i like doing one post for a handful of eps bc it saves time #and crowds my blog less #and also i just like talking abt what im watching lol #dp thoughts

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besidemethewholedamntime · 5 years

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Hey Becs! I know it may be not the best timing, but I just thought of the idea where it's Sarah's first day at school and Fitz is like, being a total sap because his babygirl is growing fast! (Jemma's emotional, too!) and maybe you would want to write it? Hope it's okay, and no pressure ♥

Hello! Here it is - so sorry for the long wait. Hopefully it’s worth it! Thank you very much for prompting me :)

one more step along the world i go

FS + their daughter starting school

{Read on Ao3}

or read below!

The alarm goes off at 6am. Fitz swots at it severaltimes before it shuts off. Groaning, eyes barely open, he turns to Jemma.

“What the hell?”

She’s also barely awake. Swiping away hair that’sgotten stuck to her face, she yawns loudly. “I don’t know.” Then, suspiciously,“Are we forgetting something?”

“How would I know?” But he racks his brain anyway,trying to sluggishly sort through the mental calendar. It’s so early. Thirtyseconds searching and he comes up blank. He flops back onto the pillow, intenton catching another hour of snooze.

“Uh, Fitz?” Jemma taps him on the leg.

“What?” He tries to say, except it comes out “Wha-”because his tongue is stuck the roof of his mouth and he really really wants to go back to sleep.

“I think I know what we forgot.”

With that he peels his eyes open, follows Jemma’s gazeto the door where their four-year-old stands with her arms crossed, lookingdistinctly unimpressed.

Ah, of course. First day of school. How on earth couldhe have forgotten that?

-x-

The school shoes have sitting nestled amongst tissuepaper in their box for weeks. The school bag has been sitting in pride of placeon the shelf ever since it was bought with Auntie Daisy on a shopping trip. Theschool jumper, with its embroidered crest and emerald glory, arrived a few daysearlier.

This operation has been in the works for months. He’shad so long to get used to the idea of his baby daughter going off to school.Why does his heart feel so funny?

Sarah sits at the table, swinging her legs back andforth while she waits for Fitz to dish up his pancakes that have beencommissioned for such a special occasion. Jemma stands next to him, slicing strawberriesand reaching for the golden syrup. This scene is not unfamiliar, the three ofthem in their roles while breakfast is being made, but he’s suddenly struck byhow it might not be like this for much longer. How, one day, it shall just bethe two of them, alone again.

How funny, that something he used to yearn for withall of his heart, could turn out to be so terrifying in the end.

“Fitz?”

“Hm?” He turns to Jemma who watches him curiously.“What’s up?”

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, of course. How come?”

She points in the direction of the frying pan. “Yourpancakes are burning.”

-x-

“Daddy, can you do my hair?”

Fitz looks up to where Sarah stands in the doorway ofthe living room. In her new jumper with her grey skirt and knee-high grey socksshe looks like the cutest thing he’s ever seen in the world. And very grown up.His heart squeezes painfully in his chest.

“Of course, kiddo,” he manages to say. “But I can’t doanything fancy like your mum.”

“I know. But I want you to do it.” She hands him a hairbrushand sits herself down on the floor in front of him.

And because this is Leopold Fitz, and because he’llnever be able to deny his daughter anything, he does what she asks and gentlyplaits her hair into two pigtails and ties them off with the two green bobbleswith bows on the front that were brought specially for this day, also.

Sarah turns around, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Do you think school will be fun, daddy?”

The question takes him back, and he dithers whether ornot to answer honestly or reassuringly. In the end, he settles for honesty.

“I think that you will have the best time,” he says sincerely, voice thickening towards the end.

Sarah’s eyes narrow. “You promise?”

And though he probably shouldn’t, “I promise.”

He kisses her on the forehead. “Now, come on. Let’s goget your mum and make sure you’ve got everything sorted. Don’t want to beunprepared on your first day.”

She laughs, shakes her head. “You’re being silly.Mummy would never let me be unprepared.”

Well, she has a point.

-x-

While Sarah takes a series of ‘good luck’ phone callsfrom the family, Fits goes to find Jemma. She’s been suspiciously absent formost of the morning, even when she’s there she seems lost in her own head. Heprobably knows why but all the same…

Frowning, he pushes open the door of their bedroom.There she sits, on the edge of their bed, photo album open on her lap and hernose sniffling into a tissue.

“Oh, Jemma,” he says, coming to stand beside her. “Areyou really crying?”

“Oh, shut up, Fitz.” She snaps the album shut. “Ofcourse I’m not.” Her red-rimmed eyes peer into his. ”Are you?”

So he had a bit of a wobble on the stairs on the wayup here, so what? It’s not like was mourning into a photo album like his wifehere.

“I’m not,” he says defensively. “I was just – well,it’s hayfever season, isn’t it? Must be all the pollen around this place.”

“Funny how the pollen has never bothered you since thestart of August.” But then she turns back to the photo album, opens it onto apage where it was Sarah’s second birthday. “She’s gotten so big.”

“I know.” His voice has suddenly thickened. “But she’sstill only four. Still little.”

“But she’s growing so fast, and soon she’ll be biggerthan this and she just, she won’t need us anymore.”

Jemma’s eyes are wide, tears gathering at the corners,ready to fall as soon as gravity gets a hold on them. He can’t take her tears,never has been able to. Sitting next to her, putting his arm around her, he hasto try and hold back his own. God, Sarah really was so small.

“She’ll always need us, Jemma. Maybe not to tie hershoelaces or cut up her snacks for her, but she’ll still need us.”

“I know you’re right,” she sighs. “I do. It’s just allso overwhelming. We’re used to having her around all the time and one day shewon’t be around at all.”

“I know.” He kisses the top of her head. “But let’snot think about that today, yeah? It’s her first day of school. We’ve got to bebrave for her.”

“We do.” She kisses him quickly then stands up,straightening her clothes, wiping underneath her eyes. “You know, I’mimpressed, Fitz.”

“You are?”

“Yes,” she nods. “Look at you, being the rock today.Daisy bet me it would be you who would be the emotional wreck.”

He laughs, but catches a glimpse of the photo whereSarah’s behind her birthday cake with him at her side, laughing at her attemptsto blow out her two candles.

“Just give it time, Jemma. Just give it time.”

-x-

The rest of the morning passes quickly. A little tooquickly for his liking.

They take a multitude of pictures. So many in factthat he wonders what they’re going to do with them all. Smiling isn’t a problemthroughout them because Sarah is being her usual self and she’s the funniest,most adorable little creature he could ever hope to have.

But then it comes time to leave and it’s sobering,really. The start of an era. The end of another. He thinks he holds it togetherquite well as they get ready to leave but he must not because Jemma pinches hisarm and hisses, “Keep it together.”

Keeping it together has never been his forte, but thisis not the moment. After all, what he told Jemma was true. Their little girl isgrowing up but she’ll always need them. She’s just growing. They need to growas well.

Sarah gets her bag and her lunchbox and looks at themexpectantly, ready to go.

His heart constricts painfully. Growing may be easiersaid than done, after all.

-x-

In the car Sarah is all blustery and bubbly,excitement spilling out in the form of giggles and breathless unfinishedsentences. It’s only when they get to the school gates, the playground full of similarfamilies dropping their children off that she gets quiet, slipping her handinto her mother’s.

“I don’t want to go,” she says quietly.

They’d prepared for this, talked about how to dealwith it, but it breaks Fitz’s heart to hear his usually so boisterous daughter soundso timid and afraid.

“You’ll have a wonderful time, darling,” Jemma says,kneeling down to be on Sarah’s eye-level. “It’s exactly like nursery is, onlywith more people and you’ll learn more interesting things.”

Sarah scuffs the soles of her new shoes against the asphalt.“But what if I don’t make any friends.”

Fits kneels down also. “I bet all of these otherchildren here are thinking the same thing, too.” He touches her arm. “Don’tworry about making friends today, alright? Just take everything in. There’salways tomorrow.”

She nods, but her bottom lip is still jutting out andthere’s a big fat tear clinging to her lashes. Fitz feels his resolve start to crumble;his own eyes begin to smart. Out of everything he has done in his life, whowould have thought that dropping his daughter off for her first day of schoolwould be the hardest?

Jemma breathes in deeply, taking over. “Daddy and Iwill be here to pick you up at half past twelve, alright? You know what thatlooks like on the clock?”

“Uh-huh,” Sarah mumbles.“Bighand at six, little hand past twelve.”

“That’s right,” Jemma says encouragingly. “No time atall. And then we’re going out for lunch, remember? With your grannies and your grandpa.There’s something to look forward to.”

“Suppose.”

“Little steps, Sarah,” Fitz tells her, swiping thetear that’s falling with his thumb. “They just need to be little-”

“-and in the right direction,” she finishes, looking alittle bit brighter, though her voice is still quiet.

“That’s out girl,” Jemma smiles, hugging her tightlybefore standing up.

The bell goes and a teacher comes out, gently shepherdingall of her freshly-ironed, slightly tearstained little charges into the building.Sarah goes, slowly, but she goes, with her head held high. They watch as anotherlittle girl, a friend from her nursery class, greets her and takes her hand.

“Just keep smiling, Fitz,” Jemma murmurs, waving asSarah looks back to make sure they’re still there. “Just smile.”

Smile while his heart is breaking? It’s good that he’shad such a lot of practice at that.

-x-

“Fitz, will you stop tapping your foot like that?”

“Well, will you stop tapping your pen against the tablelike that?”

They pause, look at each other, sitting at the kitchentable trying to get some work done but really just fretting over everything andnothing.

“Do you think she’s alright?” Jemma asks.

“She’s fine,” Fitz says, but his tone betrays his confidence.

They both sigh, wondering for a second what to do. It’sonly just gone ten.

“I think we have to go food shopping,” Jemma offers. “Shallwe do that now?”

They’ll still be fretting but at least they’ll beproductive about it.

Fitz nods. “Let me just grab my coat.”

-x-

When half past twelve finally rolls around, they’refully prepared.

Prepared for tears and for tantrums. Prepared forpromises never to take her back. Prepared to hear what horrible, disgustingparents they are for dropping her off and leaving her in that place.

When they see her coming to them across the playground,they steel themselves, ready for the onslaught. Instead, they only receive twovery big hugs.

“Hello to you, too,” Jemma laughs, squeezing her back.

“How was it, kiddo?” Fitz asks, nervous for theresponse.

“It was good!” She beams, holding up a drawing to showthem. “We have a class teddy bear – his name is Mr. Pickles and every Friday someonegets to take him home for the weekend and take him on adventures!”

“Wow,” Jemma enthuses. “That sounds like fun.”

Sarah nods, pigtails flying. “Uh-huh. And Krissy fromnursery is in my class and she says tomorrow I can go to hers after school.”

“That’s really great,” Fitz tells her, ruffling herhair.

“Yup. I can’t wait to go back tomorrow.”

Jemma looks to him. “Just like us when we were younger,being enthusiastic about school.”

Fitz laughs. “We’ll have to remind her about this whenshe’s a teenager.”

They each take Sarah’s hands and she babbles to themas they walk to the car, swinging between them as she talks about the colour ofher group to the teacher’s jangly bracelets.

All Fitz can do is look down at her and smile and everybreath is one of relief. Of course, all his worries would be unfounded. Theirdaughter is able to handle anything; she is a Fitzsimmons, after all.

#olesya #prompt fill things #fitzsimmons #fitzsimmons fic #aos fic #fanfic by moi #ahh this was so fun #and a wee bit emotional #i mean sarah's almost my baby and she's growing up #did not expect that #but i adore writing them so much #thank you!

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captainswanatk · 6 years

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CS 12 Days of Christmas: Day 5

Today’s prompt: love triangle

For this one I decided to do a little twist on the love triangle and borrowed a couple of characters from my ongoing CS one shot series, All We Ever Wanted (FF AO3). You don’t need to read that to read this, but I included the links in case anyone was intrested.

FF AO3

Love Triangle...sort of

It was time for Emma to face the truth. Her husband had fallen head over heels for another woman. A younger woman. A much younger woman, at that. One who looked shockingly like Emma herself.

A beautiful little lass who'd had the audacity to ensnare her husband's heart. It had been going on for years. Just over three, to be more precise. Emma wasn't an idiot. She knew the exact moment that it happened. She'd watched it happen right before her very eyes. There was nothing she could have done to stop it. Nothing, that is, except for watch.

The crazy thing about this is that Killian's feelings for this other woman didn't seem to diminish his feeling for Emma at all. Not one bit. In fact, he'd somehow seemed to love her all the more for it. So she'd gone along with it. She'd accepted the other woman. She'd made peace with the fact that she was now officially involved in a love triangle.

It'd been a fine arrangement, all things considered. But the situation had grown more complicated in the past year and a half. Yes, Emma always knew the precise moment when things changed. The exact moment when a third woman entered the picture. One even younger than the first, if you could believe that.

That's right. Killian's heart now belonged to three different women. The scandal of it all. This new one was a brunette with beautiful blue eyes exactly like is. And here Emma had believed her husband preferred blondes. Perhaps he still did; the brunette was outnumbered by the two blondes, that had to mean something. But then again, the brunette had managed to successfully steal a chunk of Killian's heart all the same. Turning this love triangle into a love quadrangle. Love quad? Whatever you wanted to called it, that's what Emma was in.

That said, Emma wasn't concerned about the brunette at the moment. Emma had found a way to keep her entertained for the time being. No, the problem at the moment was the blonde. The little blonde who was currently occupying all of Killian's attention. All while Emma stood there and watched. The nerve.

It was nearly Christmas and Killian was holding his pretty little blonde securely in his arms. She was dressed festively in a red dress with a pair of reindeer on it and black leggings underneath. Emma watched as Killian lifted the blonde up so she could place a carefully selected ornament on their Christmas tree. Watched as Killian praised the blonde for her choice ornament placement.

And smiled.

That's right. Those other two women that she shared Killian's heart with? Emma loved them both. Loved them with everything she had. She couldn't help it. Those tricksy little lasses had managed to ensnare Emma's heart as well.

But there were some limits, for crying out loud. Emma certainly wasn't going to stand back and not be a part of the holiday festivities. So she gathered up her nerve and made her way over to Killian and his little blonde.

The little blonde who lit up like a, well, like a Christmas tree as Emma approached. "Look Mommy! I'm helping Daddy!"

Okay, okay, okay.

So the two other women were, in fact, Emma and Killian's daughters. Hence, why Emma was perfectly okay with the arrangement. If Emma had to share her husband's heart with other women, she would naturally pick their daughters.

Though, truth be told, sometimes things could get a little competitive. It all began when Catalina - the aforementioned little blonde - was nearly two years old. Emma had dared to kiss Killian in Catalina's presence and pulled back to find her toddler glaring at her.

"My Daddy!" Catalina had insisted, most strongly.

This was, of course, expected. Like all toddlers before her, Catalina had entered a possessive stage. There'd been a time when Emma had been the one Catalina staked her claim on. This had first happened when Emma had been paying attention to her little brother, Neal. Catalina had not been pleased with this. Not one bit. She'd stomped over to them, loudly protesting that Emma was her Mommy. Catalina had then proceeded to climb onto Emma's lap, effectively staking what she considered her territory and more or less stared her uncle down until he'd gotten distracted by something else. She'd shown him, alright. Emma was Catalina's, period.

But when Emma had kissed Killian in front of Catalina that day, Emma found herself in the hot seat. Catalina had quite the impressive glare for a toddler. One that she often gave Emma in regards to Killian. Now, Catalina could still be possessive of Emma - just usually not when Killian was around. Save for the rare occasion when Emma was the preferred parent. But most of the time, when Killian was around Catalina made certain to make Emma understand that Killian was her Daddy. Hers, not Emma's. So Emma was to back off.

In truth, Catalina took offense with anyone who had the gall to steal her daddy's attention. One of the funniest things Emma had ever witnessed was when Killian had been talking to David while holding Catalina. Emma had watched as her toddler had actually reached out and covered her grandpa's mouth with her hand to make him stop talking. Then when Killian asked Catalina if she would let him talk to Grandpa, the answer had been a firm no. When he asked her again, she'd responded with "I said no!" That had been the end of that.

In Emma's case, she was the one who stole Killian's attention the most. Catalina had gone through a phase where if Emma tried to sit next to Killian, Catalina would climb up and either sit between them or on Killian's lap. Either one worked.

Catalina was getting less possessive as she grew older, but Emma had turned it into a game. A game that Killian naturally encouraged since it involved two of the loves of his life fighting over his affections. But in a playful way now. It'd been a while since Emma had been on the receiving end of one of Catalina's glares and the last time hadn't been in relation to Killian at all. No, that had been when Emma had been trying to give her cough medicine when she'd been sick.

But Catalina was all smiles tonight and, really, most of the time. "I see that, baby," Emma said, making a point to admire the ornament Catalina had chosen. "Good job!" She glanced over to check on the brunette in their little love quad, 17-month-old Clara, who was currently busy stacking blocks nearby and not paying any attention to the rest of them. Emma brought her attention back to Catalina. "Come here to Mommy." She took her oldest daughter in her arms. "Guess what, baby?"

"What?" Catalina asked.

"My Daddy," Emma told her, nodding towards Killian.

"No!" Catalina protested, more than ready to jump into this game. "He's my Daddy."

"He's my Daddy," Emma argued, grinning at her daughter.

"My Daddy!" came the spirited response from an also grinning Catalina.

"Now, now, there's no need to fight. There's more than enough of me for all of you," Killian assured them as he stepped back to admire the tree. "But you know, if you really want to keep fighting over me, far be it from me to stop you."

"Psst," Emma whispered to Catalina. "Daddy's mine."

"No! He's mine," Catalina countered.

As they continued to playfully argue about which one of them Killian truly belonged to, Clara lost interest in the blocks and toddled over to him. He looked down as he felt two little arms around his legs.

"Hello, my darling," Killian cooed to his youngest, smiling when she raised her arms up to him. "Do you want Daddy to pick you up?" He knew full well that that was what she wanted, but he and Emma made a point of encouraging her to use her words. She seemed so much quieter than her sister at been at that age.

"Pick up," Clara agreed, opening and closing her tiny fists in an effort to pull him towards her. At least that's how Killian interpreted it. He was quick to obey this simple request, obediently leaning down and scooping her up into his arms. She reached up to touch his face. "My Daddy."

"Uh-oh," Killian spoke up to get the attention of the still arguing Emma and Catalina. "Sorry, girls. I'm afraid I've been claimed by another."

Both Emma and Catalina looked over to find Clara snuggling up against Killian. "My Daddy," Clara said, softly.

This round would go to the little brunette. Emma shook her head, even as the smile on her face softened at the sight. She never should've underestimated the brunette. That was clearly the lesson here.

Correction. She never should have underestimated Killian.

Killian, whose heart felt like it might burst from all the love filling it. He had his sweet Clara cuddled up in his arms while his golden haired loves stood before him, the lights on their Christmas tree casting a pretty glow over them.

"How lucky am I to have three beautiful lasses who love me? The three best Christmas presents I could ever hope to receive." His eyes were soft as he continued. "My Clara," he said, gently rubbing circles on her back with his fingertips. He looked at Catalina, wrapped up in her mother's arms. "My Catalina." He looked at Emma. "And my Emma. My darling girls."

Emma had been wrong. This round had gone to all of them.

"Our Daddy," Emma said, smiling adoringly at her husband and youngest as she held Catalina close. This was one love quad she was happy to be in.

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Family Sends The Most Awkward Christmas Cards For 15 Years, And Its Too Funny

If you think you’ve already seen the funniest family Christmas card of the season, think again. Every year since 2003, the Bergeron family has been ringing in the holidays by producing the most clever and hilarious greeting cards we’ve ever seen, and just like the snow outside, they’re showing no signs of stopping.

Mike Bergeron, his wife Laura, and their two daughters known online as ‘Gigi’ and ‘Juju’ have made an annual tradition out of the refreshingly original photoshoots, and each December, they choose a new knee-slapping theme. Whether they draw on pop culture, local culture, or embarrassingly awkward family cards of yore, they always seem to pull it off as a team. Special credit is due, of course, to the JC Penney Portrait Studio, which has seen them all the way from ‘white trash Christmas’ to a full drag ensemble.

Scroll down to take in each joyful edition for yourself, read the stories behind them in Mike Bergeron’s own words, and tell us which ones sent you into a fit of jolly laughter in the comments.

2003, Forty & Fighting It

Our first card! The original concept was “Plugs & Juggs”, but we had to choose this photo because of the priceless facial expressions, even though you can’t see Laura’s overly-augmented rack. Thus, we call this “Forty & Fighting It”. The photographer tried to move the light away from overhead and I had to ask her to shine it directly down on me – she didn’t know how to tell me that it was reflecting off of my head and making me look like I was balding. Finally, I just told her that the balding look was what I was after. She had no idea that we were dressed up in costumes!

2004, We’re Dreaming of a White Trash Xmas

When I went to the JC Penney Portrait Studio to pick-up our cards, they were very busy with the holiday rush and the manager (who was also the cashier) was clearly stressed-out, answering phones, organizing photo sittings, delegating to her employees and systematically trying to work through the line at the cash register. After patiently waiting for about 10 minutes, it was my turn to be helped and she immediately went into sales mode, taking control of the transaction and regurgitating her customer service talk track in a frenzy, multitasking all-the-while, mind you, and not able to really give me her full attention. Her – “Welcome to JC Penney Portrait Studio, how can I help you today, sir?” Me – “I’m here to pick-up my Christmas cards.” Her – “Okay, what is your last name?” Me – “It’s Bergeron, but I have my receipt right here, if that helps.” Her – “Okay, thank you. Give me just a moment while I get your order. Sir, it appears they accidentally printed an 8×10, which is usually $19.99, but we’ll let you have it for $5, since it was our mistake.” Me – “No thanks.” Her – “Okay…well, I see that your wife is pregnant…I hope you will be coming back to JC Penney to take your baby pictures.” Me (smiling at the realization that she doesn’t get the joke) – “Actually, she’s not really pregnant…and if she was, I wouldn’t let her drink beer or smoke cigarettes…and, as you can see, I don’t really have a mullet. Its a joke card.” In the midst of what was utter chaos for her at that moment, she just sort of stared at me in bewilderment as the cashier next to her stopped what he was doing, leaned over to look at the card and said to me with pure and utter excitement, “Dude, that’s awesome!” Me – “Thanks. Merry Christmas!” As I took my cards and walked away, the manager stood there in absolute confusion, her brain apparently frozen with the realization that her sales training had failed to prepare her for this situation.

2005, Your Aunt & Uncle Who Live in the Midwest

Being a Bergeron, I have always known that I would eventually lose my hair. We are trained from birth to accept the fact that someday our hair will fall out. At the age of 32, it was apparent to me that my days were numbered and if I wanted to make fun of being bald, then this would likely be my last chance before the joke would become reality. So, on the afternoon of the photo shoot, I had Laura shave the hair off of the top of my head…and I’ve been bald ever since. The thing is, I had to walk around with a bald head for a couple of weeks while the holiday card was processing and shipping, but I didn’t want to give anyone any hints about what the card might be. So, when people would ask me why I suddenly shaved all of the hair off of my head, I would give them some made-up excuse like, “I joined a cult” or, “I’m a racist” or, “Chicks really seem to like that Vin Diesel guy, so I thought I’d give it a shot.” Incidentally, one of the other excuses I would give was, “I’m a competitive swimmer and I wanted to shave some time off my laps.” A few years later, I was bartending and my friend Kristine came in with one of her girlfriends. We chatted a bit and I mixed them up some special shots and then Kristine got up to go to the restroom and her friend says to me, “So, Kristine tells me you’re a swimmer.” Now the question is: How many people are out there who still believe I really joined a cult?

2006, A Very Special Xmas

A couple of years before we started this tradition, my friend, Jeremy, worked during the holidays in a photo studio. If he thought that a family portrait was particularly funny, he would print a copy for himself and put it on display in his living room. They were all awkward and wonderful in their own way, but there was one photo in particular that was so delightfully goofy and uncomfortable that it has always stuck with me. This card is an effort to recreate the magic of that card. I’ll be the first to admit that we fall terribly short, but I think it still manages to bring some joy to the holiday season!

2007, American Gothic Xmas

Overshadowed by controversy, some “purists” have accused us of cheating with this particular card because we Photoshopped it. For those who love it, thanks…we love you, too. For those who feel we cheated…look, we actually dressed-up in costumes and took a photograph for this card (we even bought a pitchfork!). However, since the original work was done with paint on canvas and did not look like a real-life photo, we felt it would be a better choice to manipulate our photo to look like the painting. Since neither Laura nor I are graphic designers, it was quite difficult and time-consuming, but we are very pleased with the way it came out. Anyone who thinks we took the easy way out on this one is simply oblivious to the effort it required. By the way, this was Laura’s departed grandmother’s favorite out of all of our cards. Oh, and for those of you who have suggested that the guy looks nothing like me, just wait until my relatives on my dad’s side view this post and they all chime-in about how I look exactly like my Grandpa Bergeron. In short, suck it, haters!

2008, Merry Krishnas

We got started a little late this year, which meant that when we went to JC Penney to take our picture, there was a one hour wait. We walked through the mall and wound up eating dinner in the food court. I only wish that we had brought flowers.

2009, Los Cholos

This is my personal favorite. Some cards are obviously a joke, but when a card looks as real as this one, it is something special. Again, on this particular year, we weren’t able to take the picture until after Thanksgiving, so the JC Penney photo studio was very busy and we had to wait for an hour to get in. Understandably so, Laura was nervous about walking around the Westminster Mall looking like we did, but I reassured her by saying, “Seriously? Look at us…nobody is going to fuck with us!” I was right…not a single person would even make eye contact with us.

2010, Olin Mills Family Portrait from 1981

May your holiday table be a smorgasbord of cheese balls, fruitcakes, and hams! In many ways, this card best represents what we were trying to achieve from the very beginning. Our concept was inspired by the inherently awkward nature of holiday family photos that has now become so popular in the age of the internet. We wanted to try to capture that awkwardness (in a next level sort of way) and give everyone we know the gift of having a funny card on their fridge that would capture the spirit of the holiday season. When they had people over to their house during the holidays, they could take pleasure in seeing their guests’ reactions upon viewing the card without realizing it was a joke. On a side note, as a bald man who has known his entire life that he would grow up to be bald, it had been a longtime aspiration of mine to sport a combover at some point because they are so fascinating in their ridiculousness! So, this particular card allowed me to not only fulfill a lifelong dream, but also to capture it in all of its glory for the ages.

2011, The Unibrows

I love the idea for this picture, but personally, I think it could’ve been better executed. Don’t get me wrong, we look funny & Gigi really gives the card a whole other dynamic with her incredible cuteness, but I think this concept had the potential to be our best card ever, if we had done it right.

2012, Goth Xmas

This is your legacy, girls…embrace it!

2013, Jazz Hands

Sometimes you catch lightning in a bottle :) Look at Laura…bringing it! Look at Gigi…bringing it! Look at Juju…well, protesting (at least she’s consistent). I am truly blessed.

2014, The Holidays Are Such a Drag

I doubt if anyone at the JC Penney Portrait Studio even thought twice about Laura and the girls, but it was a pretty busy year and we were waiting for about 45 minutes for the photographer to be available, so I am certain that my presence made a lot of people uncomfortable in the studio’s waiting area. I had to hunt high and low for shoes that would fit me (thanks Lane Bryant) and, of course, I shaved my legs, so you can imagine how excited I was that we wound up choosing a shot from the waist up. And, seriously, how friggin’ cute are those boys? If we had given Gigi glasses, I think she would’ve looked an awful lot like Ralphie!

2015, Les Modèles (AKA Fashionistas, AKA Euro Trash)

His shoes – $850, her shoes – $950, spending your holiday with the Bergerons – priceless.

2016, Cussin Jerry nem

A little over a year ago, Gigi started calling me “Cousin Jerry.” It caught on with her little sister and, after a while, I started talking to them as I imagined Cousin Jerry would. Since then, he has become a regular visitor in our household, so it seemed fitting to share him with all of you this holiday season. If y’all are lucky, you may get to see “Creepy Larry” (another Gigi-inspired character) and his family in a future card…we’ll just have to see. Side note…and I feel like I say this every year, but…look at Gigi bringing it!!!

2017, Gingers in Paradise

We went in a slightly different direction this year, which required stepping out of the JCP Portrait Studio and using a photographer (big thanks to Marco Montenegro) at the local beach. This our nod to the ever-so-popular holiday card theme that says “Look at us soaking up the sun’s rays in a beautiful tropical paradise while you’re freezing your nuts off…don’t you wish you were us?”

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Family Sends The Most Awkward Christmas Cards For 15 Years, And It’s Too Funny

Scroll down to take in each joyful edition for yourself, read the stories behind them in Mike Bergeron’s own words, and tell us which ones sent you into a fit of jolly laughter in the comments.

2003, Forty & Fighting It

2004, We’re Dreaming of a White Trash Xmas

2005, Your Aunt & Uncle Who Live in the Midwest

2006, A Very Special Xmas

2007, American Gothic Xmas

2008, Merry Krishnas

2009, Los Cholos

2010, Olin Mills Family Portrait from 1981

2011, The Unibrows

2012, Goth Xmas

This is your legacy, girls…embrace it!

2013, Jazz Hands

Sometimes you catch lightning in a bottle Look at Laura…bringing it! Look at Gigi…bringing it! Look at Juju…well, protesting (at least she’s consistent). I am truly blessed.

2014, The Holidays Are Such a Drag

2015, Les Modèles (AKA Fashionistas, AKA Euro Trash)

His shoes – $850, her shoes – $950, spending your holiday with the Bergerons – priceless.

2016, Cussin Jerry nem

2017, Gingers in Paradise

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Family Sends The Most Awkward Christmas Cards For 15 Years, And It’s Too Funny

Scroll down to take in each joyful edition for yourself, read the stories behind them in Mike Bergeron’s own words, and tell us which ones sent you into a fit of jolly laughter in the comments.

2003, Forty & Fighting It

2004, We’re Dreaming of a White Trash Xmas

2005, Your Aunt & Uncle Who Live in the Midwest

2006, A Very Special Xmas

2007, American Gothic Xmas

2008, Merry Krishnas

2009, Los Cholos

2010, Olin Mills Family Portrait from 1981

2011, The Unibrows

2012, Goth Xmas

This is your legacy, girls…embrace it!

2013, Jazz Hands

Sometimes you catch lightning in a bottle Look at Laura…bringing it! Look at Gigi…bringing it! Look at Juju…well, protesting (at least she’s consistent). I am truly blessed.

2014, The Holidays Are Such a Drag

2015, Les Modèles (AKA Fashionistas, AKA Euro Trash)

His shoes – $850, her shoes – $950, spending your holiday with the Bergerons – priceless.

2016, Cussin Jerry nem

2017, Gingers in Paradise

from Viral News HQ http://ift.tt/2B4qRVP via Viral News HQ

#IFTTT #Viral News HQ

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