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utterlyinevitable · 3 years

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Can you do a hc for Ethan meeting Raleigh

My characterization of Raleigh isn’t honed very well so please excuse if it seems ooc thank u 💕

Ethan meets Raleigh

Raleigh Carrera had an accident at a show in Boston (the dumbass tried to crowd surf) and his TM wanted him to see a doctor.

The boy had one too many pick me up shots with his band to prepare for the gig on top of the already shitty feelings from fighting with Cadence earlier.

Raleigh shrugged with, “Not the first time I’ve fallen off stage and won’t be the last.”

“Not every time a monitor falls on you,” Lauren bit back.

The closest hospital was Bloom Edenbrook and Lauren called ahead because of security procedures.

The moment Bloom got wind a VIP patient was inbound he called Ethan to his office and assigned the case to Diagnostics.

For obvious reasons Ethan was not happy about that;

“We aren’t a concierge service. You do know we specialize in rare diseases, right?” It was rhetorical and intimidating. Though in Big Boy Bloom’s eyes Ethan was just a puppy trying to play ball. “He’ll be referred to orthopedics immediately.” Ethan huffed as he towered over Bloom’s exceptionally large desk in his disturbingly large and stark white-modern office.

“Do you need a reminder that I own this hospital, Dr. Ramsey? If you do not like it I’m sure there will be another team out there with less prestige that would be thrilled to have you. As for orthopedics, I’m no doctor and cannot speak to treatment plans. Though I can assign the case.” Leland’s wrinkly face contorted into a sinister smirk. “Smile, Doctor, the sooner you take the case the sooner you can get back to those rare diseases.”

Ethan stalked out to meet Mr. Carrera in the waiting room.

“Mr. Carrera?”

Raleigh waved his non-throbbing hand, his head started hurting on the car ride over. While Lauren made the formal introductions.

A nurse wheeled the patient into a nearby room and Ethan starts asking questions to get to the root of the cause.

For every lifestyle question Raleigh had a witty and not very forthcoming answer. Ethan wasn’t sure if that’s just his personality or his inebriation.

“Monitor fell on my hand.” Raleigh finally fessed up with a shrug after some chiding from Lauren. “Will I live, Doc?”

Eyes focused on the screen where he’s taking copious notes, Ethan flatly responds, “We’ll need to take an x-ray.”

Ethan moves to look into his patients eyes and does a basic exam to rule out any other ailments now that Lauren forced the full story out.

Raleigh has an acute concussion. Ethan turns to his TM sitting in the chair in the corner with specific instructions not to let him fall asleep for at least the next six hours.

Ethan leaves and lets the nurse take Raleigh to radiology with instructions to grab him once they’re printed.

Finally having some reprieve Ethan books it to his office. It’s late enough in the evening that half his team has gone home and the floor is quiet. He’s going to sit down and read to numb the headache bloom started stirring.

But sitting behind his desk is a glowing MC. Her smile taking up half her face.

All Ethan did was raise a questioning brow.

MC raised them right back in three little wiggles.

“You want something,” he deadpans. Slowly moving towards her.

“A want a lot of somethings. Fancy a guess?” She spun around in the chair to face him once he rounded the desk.

“I’d like to presume you mean me. But I know you better than that. What is it?” Hes standing between her legs, his hands resting on the cushioned arm rests.

“Raleigh Carrera is our patient.”

“Mr. Carrera is my patient. What are you getting at.”

She had a devious smirk and a twinkle in her eye that could render him weak on any given day.

“Rookie... out with it.”

“Can I be on the case? I really really want to meet him,” she began to beg. Her hands tracing up his torso from his belt until her delicate hands wrapped around his tie and tugged him down towards her

“Ethan...” she muttered “I love him.”

Ethan couldn’t help but huff. The nerve of this woman! The absolute gumption! He’d never imagine the first time he heard her use his name next to the word ‘love’ it would be about some celebrity.

His ego was certainly bruised. Though he’d never let her know.

She made it better with a long, languid kiss.

Then Ethan’s pager sounded.

He checked it and her eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning.

“Fine. Go collect the x-rays.”

“Thank you!” she kissed his cheek once more.

They met up at the nurses station to brief over the results and then made their way to Raleigh’s room

The musicians smile was infectious when he noted; “Oh man, a second opinion? or you afraid you’ll fall in love with me if we’re left alone any longer, Dr. Ramsey”

MC giggled and Ethan moved to put the x-rays on the board. Leaving MC to introduce herself and Raleigh to give her an approving wink.

Without pleasantries or introductions Ethan broke up their little chat and pointed to the fracture.

He let MC explain what that meant and the treatment plan. That he’d have to take a break from using his hand for 6 weeks and then have psyiotherapy and with the concussion he needs to be without high mental stimulants for five days.

Raleigh groaned and Lauren typed away on her phone to make necessary arrangements.

Ethan didn’t care about celebrities or idolatry in any aspect. He did care about the jubilant smile on MC’s face when Raleigh pulled her in for a hug before leaving the room.

“Still love him?” He asked when they were a safe distance from the patients room.

“Yes. But not as much as you.” she winked and sauntered down the hall.

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brelione · 4 years

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The Surfer And The Siren

Chapter Three:The Conspiracy Blog,The Investigation and The Shitty Sister In Law

Chapter One Chapter Two

Warnings:Mentions of racism,homophobia

S0rry that this chapter is kind of short.The next one will be longer.

You didn't understand how you had never found out about this.The article was from 2012 by a conspiracy blog.There were dozens of photographs of you,a bright red circle showing where you was in group photos that were taken in the fifties and more from the seventies.There were a few photos of your large scales the size of quarters that had been found on coral reefs and posted on facebook with captions asking for someone to tell the finder what animal the scale belonged to.Another photo showed a photo of your fluke splashing out of the water.In some your hair had been tucked into your old red hat so the mess of blue waves wouldn't be seen.But somehow those photos had been linked to others from the bridge of your nose and the color of your skin.You kind of missed the old days before all the facial recognition technology.

You went through the photos to see paragraphs and paragraphs with quotes from the interview with Linden. “Linden Sislip,sister of poet and former pawn shop owner claims that her brother was in love with the sea monster of Outer Banks.For decades a murderous mermaid-like creature has haunted the waters and supposedly lured multiple men to painful water related deaths.Outerbanks is known as Paradise on Earth and is home to countless millionaires AKA the sea monsters preferred prey.Some think the creature has migrated elsewhere because of a string of similar deaths closer to California.What do you think?”That article had to be the most bull shit thing you had ever read.Luckily most of the comments agreed,calling the photos fake and saying the scales were that of a tuna’s.

That was pretty insulting to say the least but at least they didn't actually believe you were a serial killing sea monster.That made you feel better but knowing how much Linden hated you definitely hurt a bit.She had hated most people though.She hated the poor,people of color,lgbt+,cats and babies.What kind of sociopath hates cats and babies?You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that somehow she was raised by the same parents he was yet she ended up like that.He was ahead of his time.He was respectful and kind and he loved everyone regardless of social status,race or sexuaity.That’s what made you feel so close to him.Linden had always stared in disgust when he bought extra newspapers to bring to people who couldn't afford them or when he saved his food to bring to children whose parents worked three jobs and still couldn't pay for a decent meal.

You pitied Linden,you couldn't even imagine being that closed minded and ignorant.Things were much worse in the South for sure but you tried your best to get to people.After he had passed away Linden had forced the rest of the family to completely shut you out.You couldn't go to the funeral or even go into their home to grab things that you could remember him by.She blamed you fro his death when she should have blamed herself.It was a terrible thought because in reality there was noone to blame but he had spent so much time in his life trying to convince her to be a good person and convince her to respect people.It had been a waste of years trying to wear her down and make her good but you cant help them all.

The interview didn't really shock you that much.She had always been bitter about you and your origins bit what did shock you was the fact that she had a son in 1950.A son named Bellamy Maybank. “Shit.”You whispered under your breath.Richard waited for you to explain your shock but when you didn't say anything he grew impatient. “What?”He asked.You just nodded,trying to form words.This was real life.This wasnt some weird dream or a conspiracy.This was actually real.This article was published 8 years ago and you had never seen it.

How could you have never seen it?You wondered if Richard knew and had hid it from you but that couldnt be.He knew just as little as you did. “You were right...but theres a time gap.How good are you at investigating?”You asked.A wide smile came across his mature,wrinkly face. “Are you forgetting about how I sunk Ward Cameron’s boat and completely trashed his plans in like...two hours?”He asked.You laughed quietly.Richard had always been so proud of that. “God,how could I forget?”You grinned,looking back up at the TV. “So what do you need me to find out?Make me a list in my notes app.You know which one the notes app is,right?”He teased.You rolled your eyes,opening the app and making a new note.

Close the time gap (after 50-now)

Learn about JJ,Pope,Kiara and the other one.

Check up on Ward’s plans

It had been a hot minute since you had Richard investigate someone.Last time had been nearly 20 years ago.Turns out Ward Cameron was hunting you down in attempt to kidnap and sell you.he was a fucked up son of a trout and you would most definitely say that to his face if given the chance.You placed the phone down,looking back up at the tv.The main character was threatening a rude looking blonde boy with terrible fashion sense. “Could we drive around for a while?”You asked.He nodded,standing up from his chair.His feet were sore but he always pulled through for you.You two went back out to his car.He turned on your favorite CD that belonged to Billie Eilish.So much had changed since just a few years ago.Someone like Billie would absolutely be an outcast back when you were her age.

Something about the way that cars moved made you happy.It was strange to see the world shifting around you.How poor people rode horses and the rich had cars and how the tables had turned.You had seen so many wars and so many deaths yet you had watched multiple births.You watched segregation end and witnessed people of all races and ethnicities get the right to vote.You had seen the day that the lgbt community finally got rights.And you had helped with it all.You had experienced the life of the poor and of the filthy rich and you were only a quarter through your life.You had been a friend to Marilyn Monroe and saw the day that JFK was assassinated.You had seen so much that no one else had experienced.

You had heard so many old folks complain about the music of today and how it had been so much better back in their day but you could not disagree more.There was no reason to bash the modern ones music.All music is good music except for country music,of course.Richard drove through figure 8 so you could gaze at all the houses.It was quite disgusting that there were only an average of three people living in huge mansions with six bedrooms that they didn't need yet there were families of eight suffering in tiny houses made for three people maximum.The rich were greedy,bitter and overall selfish and annoying.

The poor were generous and grateful for everything they did have and were more likely to be kind and understanding.It was really just a sad place but you didn't want to go anywhere else.A lot of other areas had water that was far too polluted but definitely had better people and a better atmosphere on land.It didn't really matter how great the land was when you could only see it once a month anyways.Plus OBX had a great cave system and pretty nice weather.Richard turned his car,going back to The Cut.If you were to live anywhere in Outer Banks it would most definitely be The Cut.It had an all around better atmosphere,friendlier people and better hiding spots. “So how are the naiads?Have you heard from them?”He asked,purposefully driving slowly.You sighed,turning down the radio.

“Not really,the only river entrance got blocked off by a ton of fallen branches.I haven't gotten any calls from them though so thats good.Its not that I don't like them or anything but they're just….god,they're so annoying.”You leaned back in your chair.He chuckled. “Does Esmerelda still have a crush on you?”He asked,turning down the dirt road.You nodded. “She’s just….she’s cute but she’s annoying,you know?”You asked.He nodded. “That ones always been kinda strange in the head.”He agreed.Once you got back to the house the sky was lightening up which meant you had such little time.You sat in the backyard in one of the camping chairs with your paper bag in your hand and the drawstring bag hanging off your shoulders.Blue sat with his head on your knee,staring up at you with his big shiny eyes.

He knew the drill by now,his drool making a dark puddle on your jeans as he whined for attention before you had to leave again.Richard had tried to bring the dog out to see you before but it never worked out.Blue got eager and excited and walked to fast for Richard and it wasn't safe for a dog to walk along rough and bumpy rocks.It wasn't exactly safe for an elderly man either but it sucks to suck.You stared up at the sky,wiggling your toes while you still could.As the sun began to come up over the horizon a similar aching pain spread from your heels to your thighs,your body feeling heavy. “I’ll see you next week,(Y/N).”Richard stood up to hug you.You hugged him back,tears pricking at your eyes.

Blue pawed at you,licking your jeans.You kissed his forehead lightly before limping down to the water.You dragged yourself into the water,collapsing when you were at your knees.Your legs tingled,your head slipping under the water as your legs knit together in a painful mess.From below your hips your tail grew,your hair falling in your face as all evidence that you had been human left you.Your hend clenched the deteriorating paper bag as you swished your fins,gaining control over your body again.The sun was now reflecting off the water,nearly blinding you.You ducked under the water,going deeper and deeper.

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my-one-true-l · 4 years

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Wammy boys meeting their firstborn child?

Hello Dear Anon. I wasn’t sure if you wanted a list of HCs or the Microfics I do, so I went with the latter. I would rather overdo it I suppose…here you go. I hope this is what you were looking for.

(Under a cut because these got long!)

L looks down at the red, wrinkly little creature wiggling in their mother’s arms with wide-eyed astonishment. It was one thing to know he was going to be a father. It was another thing entirely to have the actuality staring back at him with tiny replicas of his own eyes.

“May I?” He reached outstretched hands towards the little bundle.

“You don’t have to ask. After all, they’re half yours.” She gives him a tired smile.

Taking the little one in his arms, he cradles them close to his chest as they wrap a tiny fist around his thumb.

He kisses the matted black hair on the baby’s head. “You will never be without us,” He whispers softly to his progeny. “You will never know the misfortune of losing your parents. We will love you for the rest of our lives. I promise you this.”

L turns his attention to his Love and kisses her on the forehead. “Thank you for our child. They’re perfect. You did well.”

Near

Near stands in the corner of the room, twirling nervous fingers in his hair. He waits impatiently for the sound of crying, a noise he usually detests, but right now it would be a welcome sound. After immeasurable minutes, the wail of his and his Love’s baby fill his ears. Never before had he felt such relief.

“Are they both well? Is everything as it should be?” He asks the physician’s assistant as he cautiously approaches the bed his Love was resting in.

“Yes, Mommy and Baby are both doing just fine.”

“Nate, please stop being squeamish and come meet your child,” his Love mildly demands of him. After all, she had just done all the heavy lifting.

Near stares at the tiny human that he helped create. Little tufts of white hair stick up from the baby’s head as big blue eyes stare up at their mother.

“Do you want to hold them?”

“No, thank you. A child needs their mother.”

“Children need their father’s, too.”

“…I don’t know how.” He had read all the books he could get his hands on about how to be a good parent, but this was very different. The worse that happens when reading is that a page gets torn. If he makes a mistake here…he didn’t want to think about it.

“Come here.” She pats the side of the bed telling Near to sit by her and he complies with little hesitation. “Support their head with one hand and hold their body with the other, like I’m doing.”

Near mimics the hold as he takes the baby from her. In that moment, he knows he will never let anything bad happen to them. “I’m going to spoil you with so many toys and stuffed animals. You’ll want for nothing. Including a father that isn’t afraid of you.”

Mello

“You got this. Breathe.” Mello holds his Love’s hand with a tight grip. “Squeeze as hard as you have to. You can’t hurt me.”

The last few minutes were the longest, but soon the nurse was handing over their newborn. The baby was very much their mother, with brown eyes and a cute upturned nose, but one thing was unmistakably Mello. The child had hair the color of the sun.

Mello gently brushes the hair out of his Love’s eyes. “You alright?”

With a small smile, they nod.

“So, who’s holding this little nugget first? Mommy or Daddy?” The nurse asks as she brings the now clean baby over to them.

“Daddy,” Mello’s Love affirms.

Mello takes the little bundle from the nurse. As he holds his child, a soft and bewildered smile forms on Mello’s lips before something dark comes over him.

“From here on out, everything changes. No more dangerous jobs, no more competing with Near. None of it. You and the baby are top priority.”

“You’ve already made us your top priority,” His Love reminds him. It was remarkable how much life can change in 9 months. Mello had cut ties with almost all his old acquaintances, except for the guy who the child will know as ‘Uncle Matt’.

“It’s not enough. I don’t want them to grow up without a dad. From now on, it doesn’t matter if Near is better than me or not. Screw Successors. Screw Wammy’s. I’m going to be a detective and we’re going to be a family. Sound like a plan?”

“It’s sounded like a plan since the first time you said hello to me.”

Matt

Matt wipes the sweat off his Love’s brow and kisses the hand that he has been holding for hours. “You did awesome. You kicked childbirth’s ass.”

“Heh, thanks, but I had a good coach.” She leans her head against him.

“Hey, Doctor, can we have our baby now?” Matt laughed the good-natured words.

“Ha! Sure. It’s nice when the dads are just as excited as the moms.” He handed the baby over to Matt.

The two proud parents held the baby in a four-armed tangle and stared down at them.

“Wow, we made them. We made a person. How cool is that?” Matt spoke with a touch of disbelief as he cooed at his child.

“Yeah, we did and they look just like their daddy.”

“But without the goggles,” Matt jokes and kisses first his baby and then his Love.

“Thank goodness! It was hard enough to push them outta me as they are.”

Beyond Birthday

“How much longer?” Beyond snaps impatiently.

“Honey, I don’t know. I’m not in control of that.” His Love pants in obvious discomfort as she squeezes his hand harder.

“No, my Love, not you.” Beyond turns his aggravation towards the doctor. “You. How much longer?” He weaves his fingers with hers and held her under the bent leg that was closest to him.

“No two births are the same but, just a few more pushes and you should be a proud papa.”

“She’s in pain. Cant’ you hurry this along?” Beyond demands more than questions.

“I’m sorry Doctor, he’s very anxious to meet our child,” the words huff from her.

That was only half true. He was anxious and, believe it or not, he was looking forward to being a father, but in this moment, he wanted to see the lifespan his child was granted.

Cries filled the room and B immediately went to look at his slimy newborn. With one glance, he sighed in relief. It was a long number that swirled over their tiny head.

“Congratulations Mommy and Daddy. 10 fingers and 10 toes. Let’s get them cleaned up and we’ll bring them right back to you.”

“Thank you doctor,” B grunted at them before returning to his Love’s side. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. How’s the number?”

“It’s long. Very long.”

“Thank goodness.”

Moments later, a nurse returned with their baby that had been washed and wrapped in a blanket. She hands them to their mother.

“They look just like you. I’m glad,” she says as she gently strokes the baby’s head.

“That’s strange. I was going to say they resemble you.” He stared at the little being and smiled without an ounce of malice.

“Have you been altering your appearance so long you that you have forgotten what you actually look like?” She says kindly.

He wraps an arm around her shoulders and takes the baby’s little hand between his thumb and index finger as he looks at their child again. “I suppose you’re right.” His child did look like him, someone he was slowly killing off. “We won’t know how much they take after me for some time.”

“You’re worried they will have the eyes, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he replies simply.

“It won’t be like when you were young. If they have your gift, they will also have you to teach them what it is and how to understand it.”

Beyond took the child in his arms. “I won’t leave you alone with that burden. I love you small one.”

Now all Beyond had to do was extinguish every ounce of revenge and hatred that tarnished his soul, something he was never able to do. He whispered almost silently in their tiny ear, “I will try my hardest not to let you down.”

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beardedniall · 4 years

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Package Deal (Part One)

Author’s note: A collection of moments when your dog is secretly stealing your mans. I have many more ideas, that’s why the “Part One”. So please tell me if you liked it and if you want me to write more about Niall & Nala. The doggo in this one is based on my own pug, including the name. Let me know if you wanna be blessed with pics of her, hehe. Again, thanks to @undertheniall for giving me inspo.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: none

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“There’s my good girl,” you heard your boyfriend’s voice unusually high-pitched voice and the clattering of your dog’s claws on the wooden floor as she scuttled and jumped around to greet him. Once he had gotten rid of his coat and kicked off his shoes, he made his way to the living room where you were sitting on the couch working on your laptop, followed by the pug girl that was still jumping up his leg to get more cuddles. Niall stopped for a second, bent down and took her wrinkly face between his hands.

“Gotta say hi to your mom too,'' he explained to her before kissing her nose and standing back up.

You drew back your head as he tried to give you a kiss once he had reached the couch.

“Are you trying to kiss me right after you kissed the dog?”

His arms supported himself on the backrest left and right next to your shoulders while his face with a pair of raised eyebrows was centimeters away from yours.

“You kiss her all the time.”

“Yeah but it’s different to get the germs right from the source.”

“Huh, alright then,'' he sulked playfully but before he could get away from you, you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him towards him, involving him in a soft kiss.

As he leaned into your touch, you could feel a hairy ball trying to shove your notebook from your lap as she squeezed between the two of you. Her wagging tail tickled the back of your arm, causing you to flinch and let go of Niall.

“Nala, you’re a little shit, you know that?” you giggled as you pushed her off of you and back on the couch.

“Ya gotta accept her love, babe.”

“I think she’s here for you, not for me.”

You were mainly joking but there was some truth to your words. Within a few months, your dog had become a part of your relationship. It went without saying for you that you couldn’t be with anyone who didn’t want her as well but it got to a point where you sometimes thought Niall was more in love with her than he was with you, even though they hadn’t had the best start.

In the beginning, he had been struggling a little every time you and Nala had been over. His OCD had kicked in when she had lost her fur all over his house and since she was allowed everywhere at your place, she hadn’t understood why she couldn’t simply jump on his couch to join the two of you. The couch dilemma went from her being allowed when she sat on top of someone after a week, to her own blanket where she could lie a few days later to utter freedom now. At this point, she even slept in his bed when you were gone or when she sneaked in in the middle of the night. The only thing that was still off-limits was chewing her bones on any surface that was fabric.

It had been really heartwarming to watch how they had grown close to each other over time and how she had helped him deal with his OCD. Nala had stolen his heart as quickly as you had and even though Niall still liked his house clean, he didn’t feel the need to wipe his floor each time your dog walked from the kitchen to the living room. His vacuum cleaner was still in use every day when she was around, though.

“It’s because I’m the one giving her food,” He explained why she apparently loved her more than you.

“Too much of it.”

“But she looked hungry,” he defended himself before giving Nala the final piece of her treat.

“She’s a pug, she’ll always give you big eyes for food.”

Her happy chewing made you a little less angry at Niall for fattening her.

“When do you give her a treat though? Only when she does something right?”

“Yes, that’s what they’re for,” you chuckled before squatting down to get on your dog’s level, “You really know how to wrap your daddy around your little paw, hm?”

She only looked at you with a tilted head and a wagging tail.

“Did you hear that, Nala? I’m your daddy now. Took me three months to get there.”

You hadn’t expected him to notice the little nickname you gave him but you were relieved that he was embracing it instead of being put off.

“I didn’t know you were waiting for that rank.”

“Are ya kidding? ‘m spoiling her all tha time.”

“Oh yeah, to her you’ve been her daddy all along. She loves you.”

“As much as you?” he asked you with a smirk on his face as he watched you and Nala cuddling on the floor.

“At least.”

You stood up and sneaked your hand under his shirt to place it on the small of his back while he put his arm on your shoulder and pulled you in for a kiss.

You were just taking in his scent with your face buried in his collarbone when a stinging pain rushed through your side.

"Nala what the-"

Your dog was climbing you as if you were her personal jungle gym, looking down at you with her fore-paws on your arm and the other two still pressing into your side and onto an organ that felt like you’d definitely need it. She moved forward over your chest until she decided to lie down, her butt hanging off your upper arm while her face was lying on Niall's shoulder, subtly pushing your head away.

"Someone's clingy," your boyfriend chuckled and started to stroke her favorite spot behind her ear, making her stretching herself and rolling over. After a few more seconds of getting spoiled, she opened her mouth wide in a yawning motion. Both of you turned your heads away immediately and held your breath for a moment until the bad dog breath was gone.

"Your dog is filthy."

"She's your dog too now."

Niall's big suitcase lied on the bed while he was rummaging through his walk-in closet to get everything that he needed for the next few weeks. All the outfits he would wear for promo were Ellie's concern so he only had to think about what to wear when he wasn't giving interviews or playing small gigs. But even that seemed to be a challenge judging by the big pile of shirts on the bed and the shoes lying around on the floor. No wonder, considering how many clothes he owned. After a while of picking out, taking a closer look and putting back, the sound of claws clicking on the wooden floor let him know that a certain someone was looking for him. Nala wiggled her whole butt when she found Niall in the bedroom and ran towards him before she jumped on the bed to be closer to him. A few wet pug kisses later, she climbed on Niall’s thighs who had sat down next to her by that time.

“I gotta pack, you cheeky devil,” he explained to her while scratching the fur behind her ear. Her response was lying down properly and supporting her head on his knee, exhaling loudly to let him know that she was comfortable now.

He sighed and picked up one of the shirts that was already lying on the sheets to fold it and put it into his suitcase.

“There’s gonna be dog hair all over these.”

Nala only yawned before cuddling into his lap again. After he had packed everything he had chosen so far, he looked down at the little pug, a feeling of pity hitting him before he carefully picked her up to lay her down on the bed so he could stand up. Her legs were kicking him, trying to get her out of his grip, until she stood on the duvet and could treat him with an offended glance - that’s how he interpreted it at least.

He got back in his walk-in closet to find the last pieces of clothing, hearing Nala reorganising the sheets in the background. When he reentered the bedroom a few minutes later, he let out a hearty laugh. Instead of being cuddled up in the blanket or the twelve pillows that decorated the bed, Nala had made herself comfortable in his suitcase right on top of the shirts that now weren’t only hairy but wrinkly as well.

“Listen you little monkey, I’ll be back in a few days time, okay?” Niall tried to comfort her while getting her out of the suitcase on onto the bed again, “And you’ll stay here with your mom anyway so you don’t miss me too much.”

Her big brown eyes looked up at him, her head slightly tilted as if she understood what he was saying before he let himself fall on the bed and embraced her in a hug.

#niall horan #niall horan x reader #niall horan fluff #niall horan imagine #niall horan fanfiction #niall james horan #niall horan oneshot #niall horan blurb #my writing #niall x nala

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abbacchiosbelt · 5 years

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Unwrap Me, Baby | Joseph x F!Reader

my very first commission - thank you so much, @spaceispeachy! ♥

18+ under the cut!

You’re rather used to having an audience by now when you’re standing in front of the floor-length mirror to get dressed every morning – the eyes that watch you are always hungry, lips pursing up in a pout when you remark ‘Not right now, Jojo.’ Joseph, for all the time you’ve been a couple, is an unstoppable flirt and an insatiable lover. You didn’t mind, not really, but he was prone to overdoing things and ending up late for work, leaving you a disheveled mess and himself wearing a wrinkly suit for the third time this week.

Today your audience is no different as you carefully slip into the clothes you’ve curated for one of your favorite hobbies. Both you and Joseph had the day off, and the pleasant weather was perfect for a day out in your newest outfit. Joseph had taken a liking to your hobby – though he was more interested in the way the delicate fabric fit over your body. He watched patiently from behind you as you adjusted your new lilac dress, complete with an intricate pastel pattern and a set of soft bows.

“You know,” Joseph starts, bed creaking as he gets up. He comes to stand behind you, placing his large hands on your small shoulders. “You kind of look like a present when you wear this stuff.”

“A present?” You quirk one eyebrow up and dip out from under his grip to retrieve the matching pair of lavender socks for the outfit. Joseph pouts at the lack of contact but eyes you carefully when you slide the socks on, delicate pattern matching perfectly with your dress. Joseph has a wicked grin on his face that you know all too well when you glance up at him.

“Jojo, we’re not doing what you think we’re doing.”

Joseph huffs and flops back down onto the bed, sighing dramatically.

“But I didn’t even get to say what I was thinking, baby.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, reaching forward to trail his fingers down your bare arm. “I wanna unwrap my present.”

The touch of his calloused fingertips always sends your skin aflame – Joseph had a way of gently unraveling you by touching you just the right way, caressing and kissing until you were breathlessly begging for more. That was for later, though, so Joseph is left to pout once more as you slide out from his touch and go to your closet to pick out a pair of matching shoes.

Joseph’s bottom lip is adorably stuck-out and you can’t help but to kiss him when you’re back by the bed, carding a hand through his messy brown hair. He sighs into your touch, closing his eyes and pursing his lips out like he wants another kiss. You giggle and reward him with a chaste peck, pulling away before he can wrap his strong arms around you.

“You’re a tease, baby.” He says, looking more like a sad puppy than an adult man.

“Don’t pout too much, Jojo. Perhaps you’ll get a chance later, hm?” His eyes light up at your words and the sad act is tossed out the window, traded in for Joseph’s enthusiastic touch encircling your waist and picking you up to spin you around.

“Put me down,” you say between giggles, Joseph’s chest rumbling against you from his own laughter. He finally relents and gingerly places you down, infectious smile still plastered across his face. You shake your head at him, but the smile curling at your lips is a giveaway that you truly do love your boyfriend’s goofy side.

It only takes 15 more minutes to drag Joseph out of the house, dressed up in casual slacks and a shirt that’s similar in color to your outfit. It’s tight across his broad chest – and Joseph takes advantage of it, flexing and grinning every time he catches your eyes on him.

Despite the constant flirting – though being so desired wasn’t really an issue – the outing proves as much-needed relaxation for both you and Joseph. The sun shining through the trees of the local park lets the two of you enjoy an outdoor lunch, followed by some window shopping that has Joseph decorating your future home out loud.

It’s that conversation which ends up with your lips locked in a heated kiss with Joseph’s, hidden away in a shadowy alley.

“W-when we buy our house,” Joseph pants between kisses, lips pink and shiny. “I’ll fuck you in every room, baby.”

“Yes,” you moan in reply, too dazed to properly tease him back. A familiar hardness is pressing into your thigh where Joseph has you hiked up around his waist, the heat radiating through your thin stockings. “Jojo—”

“Let’s go home first,” he mumbles, eyes trailing hungrily over the exposed skin of your chest while he places you back down. He grabs one of your hands to start tugging you in the right direction. “Can’t let anyone else see you like this.”

The walk home is punctuated with heated kisses and filthy words hissed into your ear, Joseph pushing you back against a wall every so often to squeeze at your body through your outfit. Joseph doesn’t care who might see the two of you – the only thing he can think about is your body pressed against his, your nails scraping down his back and your voice calling out for him again and again.

When you finally get back to your apartment, keys fumbling in your hands as you unlock the door, Joseph picks you up and carries you to the kitchen table before laying you down. It’s not the first time the two of you have fucked here – but the way Joseph’s green eyes are looking at you like he’s about to devour his favorite meal has the heat in your stomach rising.

“You look so good like this, baby. So pretty.” Joseph trails an appreciative hand across your chest, squeezing your breasts over the frilly material. “But—”

He takes off your shoes before he finishes his thought, slipping them off your feet and setting them aside before he runs his hands up your thighs, fingertips trailing along the hem of your knee-high socks.

“As nice as this is, I don’t care about the wrapping.” Joseph rucks up the skirt of your dress and a gasp falls from your mouth at the feel of air on your now exposed thighs. His eyes trail to your lace panties, the side of his lip quirking up — it was one of his favorite pairs. “I just want the present inside!”

“Ah, Jojo, l-let me take this off, at least.” You stammer, coming back to your senses. As much as your mind was telling you to just let go, the logical part of your brain was yelling at you to take your expensive dress of. Joseph trails a finger up the wet fabric of your panties in response, eliciting a quiet moan from your lips.

“It’ll be fun though. You look sweet, but you’ll look even sweeter with my cock inside you.” Joseph is shameless as always, grinning at you while he continues rubbing his fingers up your clothed center already slick with want. Joseph’s fingers are enough to quiet any worry you had about ruining your clothes – so you push into his touch and call out his name in a plea for more.

“That’s my girl,” Joseph says, throwing you a sultry wink. He steps back to tug his own pants and shirt off – and in true Joseph form, your boyfriend is bare beneath his pants, hard cock flush against his abdomen. Joseph was always a jaw-dropping sight, no matter how many times you’d been held under his tanned and muscled form. His shoulders and cheeks were beginning to dot with freckles from the sun, and Joseph looked more radiant than ever.

It wasn’t the time to wax poetic about how beautiful your boyfriend was, though, so you reach your arms out to drag him closer and wrap your legs around his firm waist.

“I’ve waited all day for this,” Joseph slides your panties to the side and rubs his cock against you, reaching a hand down to coat his cock with your juices. One of his hands reaches up to thread his fingers through yours – always a romantic, your Joseph – before he pushes the head of his cock in and groans. You bite your lip and will yourself to adjust to his size, the ache quickly giving away to a pleasant stretch. Joseph squeezes your hand as he pushes himself in, murmuring about how tight you are until he’s fully sheathed.

“Fuck, baby, you always feel so good.” Joseph’s words make you tighten around him and he lets out a grunt. His free hand travels up to the expanse of your chest and he plays with the crisscross pattern at the neckline, seemingly thinking about something.

He loosens his hand from yours and uses both to gently adjust the straps until he has the front of your dress pulled down, lacy bra now exposed. He licks his lips before he pushes it up and exposes your breasts to the cool air.

“You look perfect, y’know? I was right about this being a present,” Joseph says, finally rolling his hips and giving you the blissful friction you’d been left wanting for. His hands grope and squeeze your breasts while his thumbs work your nipples until they’re pert, eyes gazing in lust at your exposed body.

He’s pumping into you at a leisurely pace unlike him, his thick cock filling you up and brushing against you in all the right places that have you pushing your hips up to meet his thrusts, begging for him to go at a faster pace.

“Jojo, more—” you whine. His eyes finally stop roaming around your body to meet your eyes – and that familiar twinkle of mischief is there on Joseph’s flushed face.

“You just look so innocent wrapped in all these bows and lace,” Joseph says, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “But I know you’re a dirty girl.”

You let out a choked moan when Joseph punctuates his last word with a deep thrust, pulling back almost all the way out before thrusting back in and starting up a pace that strokes the arousal that’s been building in your body.

Joseph recognizes the way your legs are trembling around his waist and he grins, trailing a hand teasingly across your chest and over the bunched up fabric of your skirt before he dips his hand under your panties and starts to rub your clit, hissing when you clench around him in response.

“Y-you like that, baby? You want to come around my cock?” Joseph always starts babbling when he’s close, so you nod in response and tighten your grip on his shoulders, focusing on how good it feels to have him pumping in and out of you with his finger working your sensitive nub.

Only a few strokes later and you’re gone, mouthing hanging open and moans falling out while you tighten around Joseph’s cock, your orgasm coursing through your whole body in a pleasant wave. The neighbors can probably hear you with how loud you’re groaning and whining Joseph’s name, but you just don’t care—

Joseph is pushing into you deeper and thrusting more erratically until he cries out your name his hips stutter once, twice, until he’s buried deep within you and pumping thick ropes of cum inside of you. He’s panting out your name over and over like he always does when he cums, one hand threading through your fingers again and holding it tight until his cock stops twitching inside of you.

He hums in pleasure and pulls out, messily trailing along your clothing, before he flops on the table next to you with a lazy grin on his face.

“I love you so much,” he says, leaning over to kiss your cheek. He pulls you onto his sweaty chest and kisses your head. “Let’s do that more often.”

“I love you too, but Jojo,” you sigh, playfully batting at his chest. “You made a mess of this! You know how much this stuff cost.”

“I’ll buy you all the outfits you could ever want, as long as we do this again.”

#commission #reader insert #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #AFAB and she/her pronouns #not sfw #my writing

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31 Day Horror House : Days 24 + 25 : a young child monster (or several) + a nanny or on-site schoolteacher

Again, starting from the lobby, you choose a destination on the map, this time a stairway. The map doesn't say if the staircase goes up or down, but you guess it doesn't matter, as long as you can figure out whether it correlates to the other scraps of map you have.

The halls seem less 'stressed' this go around, or maybe you didn't have to walk as long, since the staircase seems to have been under your nose the entire time. It went up, and as you walk up a flight, a bell rings loud enough to shake your teeth. It rings again as you reach the top, then again as you make it into the main hallway, causing you to fall to the now tiled floor.

From your vantage point of the floor, the tiles seem have a sweeter, happier feeling than the tiled hall of the first floor, the white speckled with orange and green in the same speckled shape as fish flakes. The walls have wallpaper now: What you read as the twilight zone of the oceanic zone scale, filled with fish you semi-recognize and some completely alien. Standing was proving to be difficult, the bell having knocked your sense of balance out of sorts, and you manage to drag yourself a little further across the smooth tile with your hands.

You don't make it far before you hear strange slappy sounds in front of you, but you aren't able to turn your head enough to see it. Taking a moment to stop, you pick yourself up onto your knees, quickly falling flat on your butt as you stare right ahead. Two doors, both open and streaming happy yellow light, are in the hallway in front of you, and in the very middle of the hall is a small, child-like... thing.

It looks like someone stuck a remora fish and a stingray together into something soft and baby-shaped. It wobbles on its little feet, head swaying gently on its rolled neck, and flaps its little arm-fins in the air for a moment before softly humming, the noise sounding as if pushed from its chest.

Before you can say something, it walks off into one of the open doors, and another sticks its face out of the other door. You wave, and it waves back, releasing a wet gurgle from its flat, wrinkly face.

There's something disheartening about running into children in a place like this, and as you're thinking about it, someone else much, much bigger walks into view.

"Oh, you found someone..." The voice, emerging more as a hum you think you can translate, sounds surprised in a calm, proud way, and as you look up, you see someone that seemed to just be an adult of whatever species of remora-ray-baby you've run into. Taller, wearing clothes, and with an unnerving design of a face on the underside of her... chin?

"Good afternoon, visitor. Welcome to our class." She says as she approaches, reaching out a flipper-arm to you. You grab it as gently as you can, surprised at how rough her skin feels as she pulls you up. "I see you're a little height-sick."

The two children wander around your feet as you wobble, holding onto the teacher until you feel you can stand properly. She pats your arm with her other flipper, and one of the babies slaps your leg to copy her, making the other go and slap that baby. They end up rolling on the ground, slapping at each other's bellies until the teacher walks between them.

"Now, children, back to class." She shuffles them into a classroom, and beckons you to follow. The room is bright and covered in ocean-based educational materials of all sorts, from posters to toys to little rugs showing the bottom of an ocean floor. There are only two desks, but the floor is soft and clean enough that you sit down beside the two babies.

As you look around, you notice something disturbing. While three of the walls are normal, with bright, happy posters and a large, very used whiteboard, the one at the very back of the room looked like some sort of sea creature's skin. It twitched on occassion, and you watch it squirm and move as if trapped. You couldn't be sure what sort of sea animal it belonged to, but you assumed a whale, as it took up the entire wall of the average sized classroom. It looked pocked with large markings.

"We don't have a lot here, but it is nice isn't it?" The teacher says, walking around the classroom. Her fin slides along a wall. "My school - Small as it is... It's the world to me. I just feel I can't teach much besides my knowledge of the ocean."

The babies make hissing sounds, turning in their stools to watch the teacher.

"My children are so young, so this is fine as a beginning... but they'll grow, and they'll need more to learn." She laughs sadly, something like a growl, "I just wish I had more resources."

You think for a moment, pulling out the map. The library is a little ways from there... But you show her, startled when she pulls the map out of your hands.

"Where in the world did you get this? This is amazing." She takes it to her desk, laying it flat atop her mass of stapled papers. "I've never explored in fear my children would get hurt in the wandering... But this would change everything."

You offer to copy it for her, and she shakes her head, rolling it up with the help of her desk.

"I have a copy machine! I'll give it right back. Just watch the children for me." And without letting you agree or anything, she walks off, leaving you with the babies.

They take to slapping you reassuringly like their teacher... mother? Did, though hard enough to sting. You sorta just lay there and let them, wiggling to provide a moving target.

After many slaps, they give up, laying on the ground next to you. There's something serene about the feeling of laying on the classroom ground, the heavy sound of a distant, slow heartbeat filling the air.

You don't realize you'd fallen asleep until a paper falls on your face, unable to sit up because the babies had moved to lay on your torso, splayed out and gurgling.

"Good job getting them to rest, visitor. I've copied the map for our use." She kneels, petting her children. "Thank you for widening our horizons. I don't think I could ever thank you enough for this."

The babies chirp and gurgle as she pushes them off, rolling along the soft ground, and she helps you up yet again.

She starts class up again once the children are awake enough to pay attention, and as she teaches, you smile and give her a wave as you leave. You check your map, seeing she's added where her classroom is, and make your way back to the stairs.

You feel more... you, than you have in ages.

[ image 1: two small creatures that look like vaguely humanoid mixtures of sea rays and some sort of odd sucker-fish. their faces are flat, with a bright pink color around their wrinkled 'mouths', which just look like raisined-up skin. their legs are fat and end in tiny feet, and they have a short fat tail behind them. their arms are flat and line the side of their bodies like the fins of a ray, and they have three gills on either side. the skin around their 'neck' is squished up, forming a soft roll. they're a dark grey-blue with blue polka dots on their back, and blue linings on the tips of their toes and tail. their belly is grey, the coloration stretching to circle their mouth. one stands up, fins held out, and one sits on the ground, head slightly turned to the viewer.

image 2: an adult version of the vaguely humanoid mix of sea ray and sucker-fish. her sucker-face looks straight up, no longer flat but protruding a little ways from her head. her underbelly markings have formed the vaguest of humanoid faces, two wide circles for eyes and a large, slightly upturned oval, forming something that looks at least a bit like smiling. she is wearing a collared, open tunic that is shorter in the front than the back, a seam in the front for velcroing closed. it is different shades of aqua-green, with little light brown stars on the fabric inside the border. she's also wearing a small string of pearls. her pants are deep grey, and come down at different lengths. she says, 'My school - small as it is...' in a very, very light green square speech bubble. ]

#31 day horror house #original #body horror #very long story again...#long post #trypophobia #not sure how to tag these guys

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theoneandonlyowengrady · 5 years

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We’ll Get Out of Here (2)

Description: (I feel like I should apologize for how long-awaited this sequel has been. Oops). A few months ago, you were kidnapped mid-battle from your friends The Guardians of the Galaxy. You never gave up hope that they would find you, but recently, prisoner in some strange lonely stretch of universe, you’ve been keen to give up.

Warnings: blood/gore, violence, fighting.

Word Count: 4,829

First Part

“Y/N!” Peter cried, sprinting so hard and fast that you could see the pain of his heart racing all over his face. He strained, reaching, screaming, grasping for you.

They pulled you back further still. They dropped you to the floor of their cold grey ship and the door began to close, Peter shooting the solid metal as you disappeared. You crawled forward, stretching, crawling, legs sore and tired.

“Peter...” You cried, banging your fist against the metal door as his shots rang out around you, echoing over the rumble of the engine.

You woke with a start, your eyes caked in dirt, sweat, and blood. Your jacket, a pillow beneath your head, was spread out beneath you now. Your hair rested in a matted bun atop your head, long and dirty. Your breathing was hard and labored, and your heart pained to be back in that dream, to see Peter again, to reach for him and maybe, just maybe, this time you would find his hand and he would pull you out. And then you could go back to Earth and stop waiting for the future to bring Earth back to you. You could live normal boring lives together in some desert or city, the events of the past far behind you.

“Oh-sixty-four, wake up,” a guard grunted, throwing some gross beige mush down next to you. “Rounds in thirty.”

You looked to your right and out the small porthole of your cell. The stars were far off in the blackness. Somewhere out there, you hoped the guardians were searching for you. You knew that they would find you. They would save you.

It’s not like you’d been pathetic and hadn’t tried saving yourself. You looked down to your wrist at the lightning-like scar that wiggled up your forearm, and then to the shackles on your ankles. There’s a tall price to pay for escaping in these parts, you knew that.

You took a forced bite of the breakfast mush and shoved it away. You had lot a lot of weight the last few months. You were weak and tired. So tired. You hoped they’d hurry and find you, because you weren’t sure how much longer you had the will to fight it all.

After a minute, you stood up, dizzy for a moment until you could get your bearings. You picked up your old leather jacket and wrapped it over yourself, shivering in the hard metallic cold of the ship.

You trudged through the halls with your guard at your side, his sickly green skin wet and slimy. The chains rattled against the floor. You wore an electric choker around your neck as well, and it left your head pointed up and stiff. They put it on every morning before you began your shift, just extra insurance against your escape.

“Don’t try anything dumb,” the guard said, shoving you forward and into a large, glass-domed room filled with dirt and other prisoners digging tirelessly.

“When I get out of here, you’ll be the first person I kill,” you spat, turning towards him angrily.

He chuckled. “If you last that long.”

He closed the gate on the big botanic room and you turned to the rest of the prisoners, watering and picking food from the bushes and digging in the dry dirt. The ship, you thought, was some kind of colony in the sky. You hadn’t seen the people that lived there often, but in the times you had they seemed naive, clean, and high-strung.

“Y/N,” one of the other prisoners said, slamming an old shovel into your gut, “you’re a digger today.”

You sighed and stared at the gate, and then turned your attention slowly to the dome.

“Peter,” you said, “I’m waiting.”

“Peter, I’m waiting,” Gamora snapped, steering the Milano through a gang of hostile aliens.

“Give me a damn second,” Peter yelled, “we have to wait for the right moment.”

“The right moment was five minutes go!” Gamora said, diving sharply down and around another enemy ship.

“Quill, I think I’m siding with the green one,” Rocket said, “I’m not in the mood to die a fiery death today.”

“Yes, I agree with the bunny rabbit,” Drax said, tensing.

“I am groot,” Groot said.

“Exactly!” Rocket agreed.

“Will you all shut up!” Peter shouted, aiming for the center of a large, black ship. “I need, like, two more seconds.”

Gamora rolled her eyes and continued flying forwards.

“Peter-” Rocket tried.

“We can’t kill them all! We still need to question them! These ships are the same mark as-”

“Peter,” Gamora said, her voice low. “We can’t help her if we’re dead.”

“We can’t help her if they’re dead,” he said after a moment.

After another second, Peter fired, the shot ringing through space and colliding with the center of the big black ship. An electric shock pulsed throughout the fleet and left the ships disabled all around them.

Gamora took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Rocket dropped his head to his hands.

“I am Groot.”

Peter sat back and smiled. “Yeah, now we’ve got a lead.”

The screen in front of them buzzed for a minute, and then a strange face clicked on and flickered before them.

“We’re the Guardians of the Galaxy,” Peter said, “prepare to be boarded.”

The Guardians boarded the main ship, guns drawn, Peter in the lead.

“And to what do we owe the pleasure?” The old, wrinkly alien said, lips perched as he watched the group approach.

“We have some questions about an attack a few months ago,” Gamora said, “it involved a ship just like one of your fleet, and they took one of ours hostage.”

The alien threw his head back and chuckled. “We have thousands of ships in our fleet like those, and everyday there are new people taken aboard. My guess is the prisoner died long ago. Not many survive.”

Peter clenched his jaw and took a step forward. Rocket shoved his claws into his leg and held him back.

“You don’t understand,” Gamora said, “we’re going to need you to look up some specifics.”

Drax tightened his grip on his gun and aimed it promptly at the aliens head. The mood of the room shifted and darkened.

“I’ll need a location.”

“A dwarf planet not too far from here. We landed on a gang of thugs like yourself. We were hired for the job.”

The alien man sighed, “then it does truly seem like these events should be in your job description.”

Peter stepped forward and punched him hard in the face.

The man rubbed his hand along his jaw and sighed, eyeing Quill.

“This must be a touchy subject for you, boy,” he said.

“Give us the information we need, or I blow up this entire fleet.”

The man thought for a moment, and then conceded. “There was a report of an attack on a shuttle by a small group on a nearby dwarf planet. A few casualties, one prisoner. But as far as I know, the ship encountered the Jitauri and blew up not one week after that event. There wasn’t a report of the prisoner being dropped off.”

Peter swallowed.

“Where would they drop the prisoner off?” Gamora asked.

“Anywhere from here to the other side of the universe. We’re everywhere.”

“Let me try again,” Gamora grunted, “where between the explosion and the planet could they have dropped the prisoner off?”

The man sighed. “They couldn’t have,” he said, “your friend is dead.”

Peter cried out and threw another punch at the man, tears welling in his eyes as Drax and Rocket reached to hold him back.

You dug all day. Hundred of little holes. So many new and strange plants growing from them. Sweat dripped from your forehead and you sighed, looking up to the sky.

“Still waiting for your friends?” Another prisoner asked. “If they’re gonna face this fleet, good luck to them.”

“They’ll be fine,” you said mindlessly, still staring at the stars above the glass dome. “Stronger then people expect.”

“I hope so,” the other prisoner said, “if they’re coming for you, maybe they can free all of us.”

You snapped back to reality and looked to the prisoner talking to you. It was a girl around your age, with long orange hair braided back and around her head. Her eyes were far apart and her skin was pale and freckly with an undertone of blue. She smiled sadly at you.

“Do you think they’re still looking?” She asked.

You looked at her and at the sky, and then back to her. She'd been here much longer than you.

A little bit of doubt began to creep into your mind. It had been months, and you knew you hadn’t gone that far. About two days travel on the ship that took you here. And this was a big place, and the stars had stayed in the same positioning the entire time. You hadn’t moved. So why hadn’t Peter found you yet?

You sat in the dirt, watching everybody work as you took a short break. You sang to yourself, your mouth dry and lips chapped. Your voice cracked and whispered.

“I’m not in love...”

You felt the tears rising under your arms and up into your eyes.

“So don’t forget it... It’s just a silly phase I’m going through...”

You tried to imagine Peter’s touch. That night, the night you were taken, he was sleeping next to you. When you woke up, he was flying the ship, and you were alone. You’d give anything to have woken up besides him that last day. You kept singing.

You let your head fall against the wall behind you.

“And just because... I call you up... Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made... I’m not in love...”

Peter rested his head against the window and watched the stars pass as they raced back towards the dwarf planet they left long ago. The song played on around him, floating through the air like an old promise.

Gamora sat next to him and placed a hand on his knee.

“Peter?”

He grunted, still staring out the window.

“Peter, are you okay?”

He didn’t answer.

“Peter, we’ll search the radius of the planet. After that, we can try and find the wreckage of the ship. But really, all we can find now is closure.”

He moved his eyes and found hers, glazed and sad. Empty.

“You believe him? That asshole? You think she’s dead?”

Gamora thought about her words carefully. “We’ve been looking for a long time, Peter... If that ship was destroyed that fast... And you know she would’ve fought back. What are the chances that-”

Peter tensed. “Well we’re here now, aren’t we? So the chances are pretty good that this would all happen. And I can’t give up.”

“I know, and that’s why we’re scanning, and searching, and why we’ll find the wreckage, whatever is left of it-”

“So you’re looking for a body now?” Peter asked. He shook his head, tears welling in his eyes.

I’m not in love.

Gamora stayed quiet. She lifted up a gentle hand and brushed away some of his fluffy curls. “I’m looking for closure.”

Peter turned his face gently back towards hers, closer now. A few seconds of silence passed before he fell forward, leaning gently in towards her. He kissed her, the tears falling from his closed eyes and down his cheeks as the universe danced in the window behind them.

I keep your picture... Upon the wall... It hides a nasty stain that's lying there...

He placed a hand on her neck, just below her jaw, more tears peaking through his squinted eyes.

I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me...

“Peter!” Rocket called, “the scanners picked something up! There’s a fleet base about two days south of the planet! They might’ve left her there!”

Peter pulled himself away from Gamora, his cheeks soaked in salty tears. She blinked for a moment, sad.

“Let’s go. Top speed.” Peter stood and walked away from Gamora, who turned her attention to the window at her left.

I'm not in love... So don't forget it... It's just a silly phase I'm going through...

The song echoed out around them as they sped off into the reaches of space.

The next week you awoke from a relatively sleepless night. The shackles on your ankles ached and stirred as you moved. You stared out the window when you couldn’t sleep, hoping to see the milano fly up, Peter just out of reach.

The same nightmare of the night they took you came again, and Peter’s face was blurry now. You tried to remember it, to remember his voice and his hands, but it was all so far off now. How far away were they? Had they given up?

You pressed a hand against the cool glass of the porthole and felt a tear fall form your eye, draining on the floor at your head. Your jacket served as a blanket tonight, shielding you from the stark cold.

There was a rumble that shook the ground. Other prisoners stood up in their cells and called out.

“Shut up!” The guard shouted, “shut up!”

You struggled weakly to your feet, wrapping your hands around the hard bars of your cell. White-knunckled, you pulled yourself up to your feet, your knees shaking.

“What’s going on?” You tried, your voice weak and scratchy.

“None of your business, oh-sixty-four,” the guard said, banging the bars and your fingers, “step back. Back!”

You cringed, pulling your fingers into your chest. The floor shook again, and more guards ran down the hall.

Across the hall, you found the eyes of the orange-haired girl sitting in front of the bars of her cell. She had dried dirt smeared down her cheek, covering her soft pale-blue lips.

You turned and scrambled for your porthole, pressing your hands flat against it as you tried to look around.

“Peter,” you tried, your voice breaking. “Peter.”

The ground shook again, sending you to the floor, dizzy and and weak.

The milano shook restlessly as Rocket steered straight for the giant ship. A big glass dome decorated the center of it, reflecting the light of the stars.

“What is this place?” Rocket asked, leaning forward.

“A colony,” Gamora said, “he probably didn’t mention it because there’s civilians. We need to find a safe way to do this.”

Peter watched Gamora. Gamora kept her eyes trained forward.

“We sneak in,” Peter said.

“Well we’re already being shot at,” Rocket said, the milano shaking.

“Then we fight,” Peter said.

Rocket began firing at the approaching ships, a few of them spiraling out in flames. They dodged and swung, speeding around the colony in a blaze.

Peter swallowed, watching Gamora and the huge ship, the dome of glass stretching out over the center.

“Peter, I’m gonna drop you guys real quick once I get an opening. Get in there, blend in, hide, and try and find her.” Rocket yelled over the firing, surging forwards towards and open bay on the big colony ship.

Rocket dove towards the bay, Peter, Gamora, and Drax standing at the opening door, clicking their masks on.

They jumped out, flying towards the opening fast. Peter took the lead, speeding down towards the ship. He landed with a thump, rolling forwards until he slammed into a wall at the opposite end of the bay. Gamora and Drax followed.

They entered the ship, their masks dissolving as they clicked them off. Peter glanced back and Gamora and pressed his lips together, letting out a deep breath.

“Y/n,” peter whispered, pushing forward.

Guards were still running passed your cell.

“Do you wanna get out?” You asked, looking at the orange-haired girl across from you. She thought for a moment, and then quickly jumped to her feet and nodded firmly.

“I’m gonna need your help,” you said, “I’ve got these chains.”

She nodded again, holding onto the bars with both hands.

As a guard sprinted by, you reached out a hand and snagged a set of keys, quickly rolling backwards into the darkness of your cell. You fiddled with them, your hands shaking from weakness.

“God, Peter, I hope this is you,” you muttered, reaching outside of your cell to try and unlock the door. “Tell me if anybody is coming,” you said to the girl.

“Okay,” she said, “be quick.”

You tried key after key, shaking and fighting against your own strain to unlock your cell. After a minute, the lock clicked and the door fell ajar. You grabbed your jacket and wrapped it around you, sliding out the door and closing it behind you. You glanced up and down the long hall of cells and took the keys to the orange girls cell.

“They’ll kill us,” she said frantically, “I’m afraid.”

You reached a gentle hand through the bars and grabbed her wrist. “It’s gonna be okay. No matter what happens, we’re getting off this ship.”

She nodded, watching your eyes with a sense of hopelessness. Her door clicked open, and she slid out beside you. You closed it silently.

“Hey!” Another prisoner yelled. “Hey! Us too!”

You looked down the hall at all the desperate hands, skinny and dirty and desperate. You slid the keys to the prisoner that cried out and grabbed the orange-haired girls hand, pulling her through the hall. Doors clicked and flew open behind you both as you sprinted, prisoners joining you in your race to freedom.

“We’ve got a code red just off bay three,” a voice said, garbled through a communicator, just passed a turn ahead of you. You held out an arm to stop the people behind you, slamming yourself against the wall. You put a finger over your lips.

“Three invaders, all of humanoid descent, one green-skinned with red hair, one grey-skinned, one wearing a long cloak-”

You reached around the corner and locked your arm around the neck of the guard. He reached up and grabbed at your arm, clawing at your skin. The orange-haired girl grabbed him and helped you pull him to the ground. After a moment of wrestling, you found your way on top of him, all of your weight down on your forearm just over his neck.

“Three invaders-” you said, exasperated, “who are they?”

You felt hope trickled back in. You glanced up at the other prisoners, watching intently.

The guard gurgled and choked, flailing against the floor. Spit and sweat dripped from your chin and onto his face, and after a second his body fell still. You clenched your jaw and took a few deep breaths, standing up quickly. You rolled your shoulders and cracked your neck, the chains at your feet rattling against the metal.

With the band of prisoners behind you, another guard rounded the corner. You sent your elbow up into their face, your chains hitting the floor.

A soldier slammed backwards into a wall as Peter pulled his elbow back from his head. He grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed his knee up into his chest. He collapsed to the ground.

“Peter, I thought we were blending in,” Gamora whispered.

Peter look down at the bloodied soldier and dragged him behind a corner. He wiped off his hands and turned forwards, and empty hall stretching out before him.

“We’ve got three invaders, all of humanoid descent, one green-skinned with red hair, one grey-skinned, one wearing a long cloak-”

Drax grabbed onto loose pipe in the ceiling and swung backwards, his legs stretching forwards just as a guard came around a bend. The guard flew back and slammed down on the cold ground, his communicator sliding across the hall.

A weak voice cut through the static, just barely audible.

“Who are they?”

Peter stopped, his ears twitching at the sound. His lips parted as he bent down to pick up the narrow watch, the voice breaking through the static.

“Peter?” Gamora asked, turning away from Drax as he pummeled the guard.

Peter stared down at the watch, waiting.

“Peter-” Gamora tried, “we need to go. Now.”

The static on the watch cut off and died. Peter looked up at Gamora, clenching his jaw and dropping the broken communicator to the ground with a clank.

The chains hit the ground.

You searched the guards on the ground for a key to set yourself free, but there was none.

“We need to keep moving,” you wheezed, pulling yourself around the turn.

“Y/n,” The orange-haired girl said, “if this is your friends-”

“It is,” you said, nodding, breathing frantically.

“They’ll find you. You’re in no shape to fight. They will find you. Come with us. We can get out.”

You looked over all of the other prisoners, all small and tired. They watched your every movement, every twitch and breath you took.

“If they’re on this ship, they’re in just as much danger as we are. I’ve never left them behind before-” You thought back to your dream, to the face Peter made as the doors shut in the shuttle and swept you away. You had left them then. That day, you didn’t fight hard enough, and you left them.

“You guys go,” you said after a moment of silence, “get to safety. Steal shuttles. Kick ass. Do whatever you can to get out and get home. I have to do this.”

The girl shook her head. “You don’t owe anybody anything, Y/n.”

You looked down, a drop of blood falling from your nose. You found her eyes. “I owe Peter.”

Blood dripped from Peter’s hand as another soldier fell to the ground.

The three rounded another corner and entered the big glass dome. A makeshift field of dirt and plants spread out before them, abandoned now and drenched in a red hue from the alarms they had set off.

A man lay in the dirt, his ankles in chains. there was a steal collar around his neck, as well as cuffs around his wrists. His eyes stared up into nothingness. Peter swallowed over the lump in his throat and pushed through the dirt.

“Peter, we need to find her fast,” Gamora said.

Peter ignored her and ripped up the plants, kicked the dirt up into the air. A smaller door on the other side of the dome opened, and a group of guards in all-black walked through, their boots crunching on the ground.

Peter reached under his cloak and pulled out his two guns, one for each hand.

You watched as the prisoners went in the opposite direction of you, towards the shuttles. There were so many of them, some of them carry rusty bars and others weapons from the guards. You knew you had done something right by them, setting them free. Nobody could stop them now.

You made your way towards the dome. Knowing how they all thought, you figured they would go for the most identifiable place. Your chains rattled as you limped through the hall, nose bleeding and head pounding.

“It’s just a silly phase I’m going through...” you sang to yourself, “and just because... I call you up... don’t get me wrong, don’t think you've got it made...”

There were shots ahead of you, behind the small door where the prisoners entered the big dome. You looked back one last time.

It was too late to join the others.

You kept singing, squeezing your tired eyes shut as you listened to the sound of shots firing.

Gamora ran up and wrapped her legs around the neck of a guard, throwing him to the ground. As she held him down, Peter sent a shot into his shoulder. He spun and shot a few more times, more guards and soldiers pouring in. Distantly, he could hear people screaming.

Dirt and plants exploded around him, fire erupting on the trees along the walls. The dome above was crystal clear, the stars around the ship shining bright and watching casually.

Drax pushed a small group soldiers into the wall over and over, leaving a giant dent in the metal.

“State your business!” a soldier screamed, shoving a gun into the back of Peter’s head.

The room began to fall quiet, the rest of the soldiers pinning their weapons on the three of them. Peter tucked his guns away at his side and put his hands up, his eyes finding Gamora’s.

“We’re looking for someone,” he said, brows furrowing.

The guard pressed the gun into his head.

Through the quiet, Gamora could just barely hear the sound of singing. She turned her head, listening carefully.

“I’m not in love...” You sang, more like a zombie now than anything else. The shots had died down. You limped still, chains dragging as you sang.

Peter could hear you now too. So could the rest of the guards.

As the door rose open, Peter saw you standing there, skinny and broken and chained, nose dripping blood. His lips parted and his breathing sped up. Gamora and Drax turned.

You found his eyes. He stood there with his hands in the air, guns pointed at him from ten different angles.

“It’s just a silly phase I’m going through.”

The soldiers and guards looked at you, perplexed.

Your usual guard turned to you, eyes deadly.

“Oh-sixty-four!” The guard shouted, huffing towards you in the doorway.

You pressed your lips together, Peter’s eyes finding yours. Your heart flooded, seeing his face. His hair, curled so gently. Scratchy beard, pink lips.

The guard reached out for you.

You mustered up all your strength and punched him in the face, his gun falling from his hands. In that moment, Peter ducked and turned, tackling the soldier behind him. Shots erupted once again.

You dove and slide across the dirt for the gun, wrapping your fingers around the cold handle. You turned and pointed it at your guard.

“I told you, you would be the first person I killed.” You pressed the trigger, the shot sending you falling backwards as the guard crumbled lifeless to the ground.

You lay there, looking up at the stars. You thought about that fateful day on the dwarf planet, when they took you. How badly Peter wanted to save you. You felt safe in that split-second memory.

But then there was a knife in your side, and you gaged suddenly, crying out.

“Y/N!” Peter called, ripping out his guns and shooting in every direction. Peter screaming, his fists blazing and shifting as he filled with rage.

He shouted, and every soldier and guard around him fell to the ground. Gamora tackled the soldier that stabbed you, sending a shot through his heart.

You looked up at the sky.

Peter stared down at his hands, the flames fading now. Drax watched him, confused.

You smiled, blood welling up behind your teeth.

“Y/n,” Gamora whispered, placing a hand in your hair.

“You- you- you found me-” you struggled, shaking. “Jeez, can you get me out of these chains?”

Gamora tried to smile, her lip quivering. She shot at the chains and they fell from your ankles, into the dirt.

“Y/n,” Peter said, falling to his knees at your side. Your heart surged with happiness.

“I knew you’d find me, Peter,” you said, finding his eyes. He was crying. You smiled.

You felt his arms wrap around you and lift you, the stars somewhat closer. The memory blurs after that- he was running, carrying you. He was warm. So warm. And you were cold, still.

“We’ll get out of here,” Peter whispered, placing a mask over your face. “Don’t worry, Y/n. We’ll get out of here. We’ll get- We’ll get out of here.”

You let your head roll back as the void of space confronted you with no walls to protect you.

You woke up the way you had fallen asleep, in Peter’s arms.

Your body was sore and tired. Your ankles burned from the freedom from the chains. There was stiff gauze wrapped around your midsection.

Peter was so warm, and he smelled like home. Even the lights of the milano seemed welcoming.

“Y/n,” Peter said, sitting up slightly to look into your eyes.

“Peter,” you said with a sigh.

“I thought you were dead. I thought I’d lost you.”

You smiled. “I thought you’d given up on me.”

Peter pressed his forehead to yours and closed his eyes. “I love you. I love you, Y/n.”

You pressed your lips to his. “You found me.”

He pulled you into his arms, gently tracing circles on the exposed skin of your stomach.

“When we get to Earth, I don’t want to live on a farm,” you whispered, your voice hoarse.

“That’s fine,” he said, “farms are overrated. All I need is a park and some birds to feed.”

You thought back to that fateful day one last time, and you smiled, sinking into Peter’s warmth.

“What a simple man.”

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luikapu · 5 years

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VALENTINE’S DATE → LUBY

TAGGING → Baby Charming (@aybaby) & Lui Kapu

TIMELINE → Saturday, February 16th, 2019

SETTING → Valentine’s Ball

SUMMARY → So anyway here’s what we wrote before we got bored and/or distracted...

Lui was pretty stoked about this whole Valentine's Day thing, and he hoped that Baby was, too. After he'd gotten dumped for being a cheating douchebag in high school, he'd taken ages and ages to get back into the dating game, but after getting dumped last summer when he'd been nothing but an awesome boyfriend? He had a totally different attitude towards it, and he was glad that he'd found someone as cool as Baby at the exact right time in his life. He wasn't sure if she saw tonight as like a real date, but Lui did, and he hoped that by the end of the evening he was on the same page. "How do I look?" Lui asked her with a wink, showing off his hairy, barely-covered legs underneath the ridiculous black french maid dress, as promised. "Do you think Melody Triton's going to buy that these cleaning supplies are actually cleaning supplies or not?"

Baby didn't really know what her situation with Lui really was outside of like flirting, making plans to do things in France together and their hook up on New Year's, but she really liked him a lot and was super eager to impress him in the hopes that maybe he'd think of her in a way that was a little something more...romantic than the posse of girl best friends he was also probably hooking up with. "Super hot. If you were my maid, I'd tip you so good." Baby giggled, looking Lui up and down appreciatively. "What about me?" She asked, posing in her little pink Hugh Hefner inspired smoking jacket that only just slightly covered up a lacy black bralette and tight pencil skirt, her sexy interpretation of the kind of person that would hire someone in a sexy French maid uniform. "I think so! But I don't know, she might be suspicious because...she just is. So if I see her coming your way, I'll just run up to her and think of some story to send her somewhere else. You think Ren'll be pissed if I keep sending her her way or should I pick one of their cousins?"

Lui was having a hard time remembering to look at Baby's face instead of just her body. The outfit that she had on was pretty incredible, both because of how it made her look and because of how fun it was. Lui's last girlfriend had been nice, but she'd taken herself kind of seriously sometimes. Hanging out with Baby made him laugh; she was full of surprises, her costume tonight included. "You look so hot that it makes me look like Wallace Shawn or something in comparison," he told her with a grin, looping an arm around her waist to keep his date close to him. Sure, he had friends that he should go and say hi to at some point, but he knew that he didn't want to lose track of Baby at the dance. "And because I'm me. Playing pranks at dances and stuff kind of used to be my M.O." He snorted at the idea of setting Melody on Ren, but decided he'd let his housemate have a night of fun. "Nah, what about the slutty yoga cousin? I bet we could come up with all sorts of great lies about trouble she's causing."

Baby felt her face warm up at the compliment but scrunched her nose up in thought for a moment. "Wallace Shawn? Really? No one even slightly more bangable like Danny Devito?" She snickered, hoping that he understood that she was 100% joking about finding Danny Devito being bangable. "Oh, then that too I guess! Why'd you give up on pulling pranks at dances? Was it the neutering thing you said Gwen made fun of you for?" Baby asked, lowkey wondering if her encouragement of the maid uniform and boozy fake cleaning supplies meant she had the opposite impact on him as his last girlfriend and she'd be someone's his friends would approve of. "Oh my gosh! She'd be a great one! We could say we overheard her talking about releasing her goats into the dance or planning an orgy since there's so many pretty people around!"

Lui clutched a hand to his heart, like he was wounded by Baby's words. "No way, Wallace is way more bangable than Danny! Those tufts he's got growing on the side of his head are a no go for me," Lui teased, sure Baby realized that he'd most definitely never bang either one of the men in question, either. Or any man, probably, although Lui didn't like to rule things out; he'd try just about anything once. "Huh, I dunno," Lui admitted, trying not to get too pensive about it. He liked that things were so light and fun with Baby; he felt like she kind of got the stuff underneath, even without him having to say it. "I guess I just kind of grew up a little? I still like to have a good time, but like... passing the torch to the younger tricksters and stuff, you know? Give them their chance to shine." He snickered at Baby's agreement, reaching out his hand to lead her onto the dance floor, where everyone was sure to stare at how awesome they looked. "Although you know... it would be pretty cool if there were actual goats here, we could always try a prank for old time's sakes and blame Aubrey or Audrey or whatever her name is for it..."

Baby rolled her eyes and pulled Lui's hand away from his chest, oh so sneakily not letting it go for a minute longer than necessary. "You do know what Wallace Shawn looks like, right? He's got the exact same tufts on the side of his head as Danny! Besides, they're super old and a girl needs something to hold onto and a wrinkly scalp just ain't it." She wrinkled her nose at the visual but laughed again anyway. Baby listened to Lui talk as led the way. She couldn't exactly relate since she'd never pulled a prank bigger than a shock pen in her whole life, but she could still understand what he meant. "I think people are really taking advantage of the chance you're giving them then. Last year's prom got stink bombed pretty bad and then I think I heard this year's homecoming queen had a Janet Jackson moment? I'm sure your pranks are way cooler though." Baby reached up and looped her arms around Lui's neck once they made it to the dance floor and sort of frowned at his idea, more out doubt in herself than at Lui. "That would be so so so much fun but I dunno? I've never really pulled a prank before and wouldn't our outfits just attract attention? Well, even more attention anyway."

Lui scoffed, trying not to reveal just how much he wanted to laugh at Baby's accusation. He narrowly bit back his smile, saying, "How dare you doubt me! I'm going to wear a Wallace Shaun mask on our next date just to prove I know what I'm talking about. I know everything ." Like he knew that Baby hadn't let go of his hand, and he knew that a year and a half ago, he never would have dreamed of mentioning dates in seriousness, much less alluding to future ones. And he knew that he had said that on purpose, just to gauge if she was into the idea or not. He knew that this night had barely begun, but it was already the best time Lui had had in a while, and he hoped Baby was amenable to the very not subtle hint that he wanted to do it again. "And yeah, I'd like to think I'm more epic than that. I've had bubbles coming out of flushing toilets, lots of punch that's actually spiked with good shit and not like, Krat, an invasion of toy cars that have condom baskets attached for everyone... You know, harmless but hilarious. It's always ind of been my thing." Lui shrugged as best he could while still keeping his arms around Baby; he didn't even know where to find goats right now, but even if he didn, he wasn't in a hurry to leave, even if he did get to leave with her. "Oh well, guess we'll just have to goat-ify the next dance instead, then. Think of something more lowkey for tonight."

Baby bit her lip to hold back the world's biggest grin when Lui threatened her with a weird mask on their next date. Baby absolutely could not believe her luck! They weren't even that far into this date and he already wanted to spend more time with her. "Alright, then I'll wear a Danny Devito mask on our next date and I'll prove that you know everything, but that." Even though Baby had known all about Lui's reputation and some of his pranks well before they'd ever started hanging out, hearing him recount some of his greatest hits was super super attractive and a little bit intimidating. Especially when he put the ball in her court and suggested that she think of a lowkey prank for the night. The closest Baby had ever come to pulling a prank, was switching around all of the little outfits on her family's little mouse friends once when she was twelve. And even that hadn't been much of a prank since before Cinderella had even gotten a chance to see it, Baby had been filled with guilt and cried while switching all the tiny shirts and hats right back. "Oh gosh..I don't know. Maybe we should do something with the fake cleaning supplies we brought?"

Lui snorted at the idea of Baby dressed as Danny Devito, and almost said something about how he'd never imagined Danny and Wallace hooking up before but now it was all he could think about. He didn't, though; Baby was cool, and he didn't want her to think he was only interested in sex or whatever. That was the old Lui; now, he was trying to find some balance between like, the Old Old Lui from freshman year, who had been a kind of decent guy, and the newer Luis who liked to have fun and stuff but still wanted people to know when they were actually special. Most of all, he wanted to be special back, and Lui hoped that if tonight went well maybe he'd be special back to Baby. Or maybe he already was and he just couldn't be sure yet... "Okay, that would be hilarious. We could go up and spray it in people's faces and then start pretending that we have to call the hospital because we don't know how fast they're gonna get poisoned, or we could stage a really dramatic fight between us where we spray each other with it and put on a show and pretend to hate each other, or hmm..." Lui arched his eyebrows, wiggling them thoughtfully. "Or we could go find actual cleaning supplies, peel the labels off, and start sticking them on random people who are just minding their own business dancing."

#✦event: valentine's ball 2k19 #para #para:baby #baby

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buzzpro · 3 years

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What breeds make the best family dogs? What are the best dog breeds for kids? When adding a new puppy or dog to your family, it can be difficult to decide which is the best fit. We’ve compiled 10 of the best dog breeds for families and kids.

Many breeds make wonderful family dogs, though some are better suited for suburban and farm families than households living in the city. Family dogs such as Labrador Retrievers, Golden Retrievers, Beagles, and Irish Setters are playful and protective. Pugs, Brussels Griffons and French Bulldogs love their families – particularly their laps.

Best Dog Breeds for Kids & Best Family Dogs

1. Labrador Retriever

The Labrador Retriever is the most popular dog in the United States for a reason. The breed is friendly, patient, and trainable. The breed is extremely versatile, doing everything including hunting, showing, dock diving, tracking, obedience.

Personality: Friendly and outgoing, Labs play well with others

Energy Level: Very active; Labs are high-spirited and not afraid to show it

Good with Children: Yes

Good with Other Dogs: With supervision

Shedding: Regularly

Grooming: Weekly brushing

Trainability: Eager to please

Height: 22.5-24.5 inches (male), 21.5-23.5 inches (female)

Weight: 65-80 pounds (male), 55-70 pounds (female)

Life Expectancy: 10-12 years

Barking Level: Medium

2. Bulldog

The distinct and wrinkly Bulldog makes a wonderful companion to children. These loyal dogs can adapt to most atomospheres — city or country — and are happy to spend time with their families.

Personality: Calm, courageous, and friendly; dignified but amusing

Energy Level: Not Very Active; Bulldogs won’t beg to be exercised, but they require regular walks and the occasional romp

Good with Children: Yes

Good with other Dogs: Yes

Shedding: Seasonal

Grooming: Weekly

Trainability: Responds Well

Height: 14-15 inches

Weight: 50 pounds (male), 40 pounds (female)

Life Expectancy: 8-10 years

Barking Level: Quiet

3. Golden Retriever

Golden Retrievers originally came into prominence because of the desire for a medium-sized dog that would do well in wild-fowling, both upland game and waterfowl. Today, the breed’s versatility, intelligence, and agreeable personality suit it for many purposes, and it has become one of the most successful, recognizable, and popular breeds in all areas of competition.

Personality: Intelligent, friendly, and devoted.

Energy Level: Very Active; This dog is active and energetic, and needs daily exercise.

Good with Children: Yes

Good with other Dogs: Yes

Shedding: Seasonal

Grooming: Occasional

Trainability: Eager To Please

Height: 23-24 inches (male), 21.5-22.5 inches (female)

Weight: 65-75 pounds (male), 55-65 pounds (female)

Life Expectancy: 10-12 years

Barking Level: Barks When Necessary

4. Beagle

The actual origin of the Beagle seems to be obscure with no reliable documentation on the earliest days of development. Their compact size, short, easy-to-care-for coat and intelligence make the Beagle an excellent family dog.

Personality: Merry, friendly, and curious

Energy Level: Very Active; This quick, energetic and compact hound dog needs plenty of exercise

Good with Children: Yes

Good with other Dogs: Yes

Shedding: Seasonal

Grooming: Weekly

Trainability: Responds Well

Height: 13 inches & under, 13-15 inches

Weight: under 20 pounds (13 inches & under), 20-30 pounds (13-15 inches)

Life Expectancy: 10-15 years

Barking Level: Likes To Be Vocal

5. Pug

The Pug is well described by the phrase “multum in parvo” which means “a lot of dog in a small space.” He is small but requires no coddling and his roguish face soon wiggles its way into the hearts of men, women and especially children, for whom this dog seems to have a special affinity. His great reason for living is to be near his people and to please them. He is comfortable in a small apartment or country home alike, easily adaptable to all situations.

Personality: Even-tempered, charming, mischievous and loving

Energy Level: Somewhat active; Pugs are not exactly natural athletes, but they do have strong legs and endless curiosity—exercise both regularly

Good with Children: Better with supervision

Good with Other Dogs: With supervision

Shedding: Regularly

Grooming: Weekly brushing

Trainability: Agreeable

Height: 10-13 inches

Weight: 14-18 pounds

Life Expectancy: 13-15 years

Barking Level: Barks when necessary

6. Irish Setter

The Irish Setter, recognizable from media such as Big Red, first came into popular notice in the 18th century. The outgoing and trainable dog is great for active families, as the Irish Setter is high-energy and loves spending time outdoors.

Personality: Outgoing, sweet-natured, active, and trainable

Energy Level: Very Active; High-energy dogs who love to run, Irish Setters need plenty of space and exercise

Good with Children: Yes

Good with other Dogs: Yes

Shedding: Seasonal

Grooming: Weekly

Trainability: Responds Well

Height: 27 inches (male), 25 inches (female)

Weight: 70 pounds (male), 60 pounds (female)

Life Expectancy: 12-15 years

Barking Level: Barks When Necessary

7. Brussels Griffon

The Brussels Griffon is a hearty, intelligent and active companion. He thrives on interaction, activity, and mental stimulation. His small size makes him a good apartment dweller as long as you give him a chance to burn off some energy.

Energy Level: Somewhat Active; Griffs are spunky and love to play and to share long, daily walks with their owners

Good with Children: Better with Supervision

Good with other Dogs: With Supervision

Shedding: Seasonal

Grooming: Weekly

Trainability: Responds Well

Height: 7-10 inches

Weight: 8-10 pounds

Life Expectancy: 12-15 years

Barking Level: Barks When Necessary

8. Newfoundland

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Above all things, the Newfoundland must have the intelligence, the loyalty, and the sweetness which are his best-known traits. He must be able and willing to help his master perform his necessary tasks at command, and also have the intelligence to act on his own responsibility when rescue work demands it. Because of these traits, Newfoundlands make excellent family dogs.

Personality: Sweet, patient, devoted; Newfs are famously good companions

Energy Level: Somewhat active; Newfs like using their big, powerful bodies so they need some room to romp

Good with Children: Yes

Good with Other Dogs: Yes

Shedding: Seasonal

Grooming: Weekly brushing

Trainability: Easy training

Height: 28 inches (male), 26 inches (female)

Weight: 130-150 pounds (male), 100-120 pounds (female)

Life Expectancy: 9-10 years

Barking Level: Barks when necessary

9. French Bulldog

French Bulldogs are one of the world’s most popular small-dog breeds, especially among city dwellers. The easygoing and adaptable breed is great for new families and responds well to training.

Personality: Playful, smart, adaptable, and completely irresistible

Energy Level: Not Very Active; Frenchies are easygoing, not terribly athletic; brisk walks will keep them trim

Good with Children: Yes

Good with other Dogs: Yes

Shedding: Seasonal

Grooming: Occasional

Trainability: Responds Well

Height: 11-13 inches

Weight: under 28 pounds

Life Expectancy: 10-12 years

Barking Level: Quiet

10. Collie

Collies are legendary for their herding skills. They are strong, loyal, affectionate, responsive and fast. A Collie would be best suited for an active family as they are high-energy and love to move around.

Personality: Graceful, devoted, and proud

Energy Level: Very active; Collies are active and need daily exercise, but they’re happy to chill at home the rest of the time

Good with Children: Yes

Good with Other Dogs: With supervision

Shedding: Seasonal

Grooming: Occasional

Trainability: Responds well

Height: 24-26 inches (male), 22-24 inches (female)

Weight: 60-75 pounds (male), 50-65 pounds (female)

Life Expectancy: 12-14 years

Barking Level: Likes to be vocal

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