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lilchibi-chan · 3 years

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Hawks Mafia AU x Reader Pt. 3

After you got in from your brunch date, you washed your face of the little makeup you had on and change out of your outside clothes and into an oversized tee. You put on some tv and ended up falling asleep.

When you finally wake up, it’s 6:30.

“Wow, it didn’t even feel like I slept that long,” you say to yourself

Last night, you barely slept, so you knew that sleeping tonight would probably be an issue because of how long you slept this afternoon.

You decide to get up and take a shower, switching between hot and cold to wake yourself up and then leaving it on warm to finish. Once you get out, you put on some lotion and perfume.

You head to your bedroom, wrapped in your robe, to pick out some cute lounge wear since Hawks was coming over.

You take out a nude bra and leggings set and then a black bra and leggings set (think skims inspired) and hold them up in front of your mirror.

“Mochi, what do you think?”

Mochi is your white Akita that you adopted after you got out of school. You had some left over money after you had paid everything for the month and you always wanted a dog since you left home and it made your time away less lonely.

Mochi is well behaved and loves to cuddle and is only temperamental when he feels there is something off.

He walks over to you and boops the nude set.

“I think so too buddy,” you say agreeing and put on the loungewear.

You also grab a chunky cardigan to wear over it.

You glance at your alarm clock and see that it’s 7:30.

You were starting to get a bit nervous because it had been a while since you had a man at your apartment and even though you knew Hawks would never do anything to take advantage of you based on his behavior thus far, you were still a bit anxious.

Time passes by and at 8 on the dot, you hear your door bell. You look at your phone to see Hawks standing outside with flowers and take out.

“Coming,” you say excitedly and you go to answer the door

You take a deep breath and open the door.

“Wow baby bird, you look stunning,” he says, almost breathless

“Thank you,” you say shyly

“Do you need any help with those,” you say moving aside to let him into your apartment

“No, I got it,” he says setting the food on the kitchen counter

He turns to face you, flowers in hand.

“These are for you, humming bird,” he says handing them to you

“Thank you, they’re beautiful,” you say and then hug him

“They don’t have anything on you,” he says taking your hands in his and kissing them

You blush

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you say sarcastically

“Believe it or not kid, I don’t go on that many dates. I’ve had flings and relationships that didn’t mean anything, but you’re different. I can actually let my walls down with you. Your energy is very calming and I can’t help but be relaxed around you,” he says honestly

You stand there, not knowing how to respond

“Oh god, w-was that too much. I’m sorry I-”

“No, you’re fine,” you say cutting him off,“it’s just, I’ve never heard anyone be so honest about how they feel so confidently.”

“Well, in my line of work, honesty is the best policy,” he says with a cheeky smile

“You’re so corny,” you say laughing

“You just bring it out of me,kid”

You sit down on one of your bar stools at the island in the kitchen and Hawks is on the other side, taking out all the food.

“It’s Thai. I hope that’s okay,” he says worried

“It’s fine, I love Thai food,” you say smiling, which eases his nerves

“Good..I’m glad, I was unsure of what to get on the way over here,” he says honestly

Just then, Mochi comes out from your room and makes a b-line for Hawks. Once there, Mochi starts sniffing him, making sure he’s not sus.

“Mochi,” you say,“c’mere boy. Sorry, he usually doesn’t just run up on people like that.”

“No it’s okay. He’s fine,” Hawks says,“I’m sure he was just checking on his mom and wondering who this weird guy is in his home.”

Mochi continues to sniff around Hawks and then he sits right next to and nudges Hawks’ hand with his nose.

“What’s up, buddy? You want some head pats,” he says in a baby/puppy voice

Mochi head tilts in response and places his head under Hawks’ hand.

Hawks pets Mochi’s head and ruffles the fur around his face.

You take a picture on your phone causing both Mochi and Hawks to snap their direction towards you.

You burst out laughing.

“You guys look,so cute,” you say with a smile

“Sorry kid, but I’ll have you know, I am devilishly handsome, not cute,” Hawks says

“Mmm I still think you’re very cute,” you say egging him on

He walks around to your side of the island and turns you around in the bar stool, so that you’re facing him.

He stands in between your legs and puts his arms on either side of you, resting his hands on the counter. He lowers himself down to speak into your ear.

In a low voice he says,“Baby I promise you, I am anything but cute.”

He moves his attention back to your face, smirks and walks back to side of the island he was originally on.

“Let’s eat, honey,” he says and starts dishing out some of the food he brought over

“O-okay,” you say flustered

You do your best to bring yourself back to earth, but now you find yourself stealing glances of Hawks, wondering what came over him, what came over YOU, what else hasn’t he shown you yet. You became more intrigued by the mysterious man that you are having dinner with.

For the rest of the night, you both spend it drinking and enjoying each other’s company.

By the end of the night, you both finish a bottle and a half of wine and you feel yourself grow tired due to the alcohol taking over your body.

“Hawks,” you say slurring the s and slightly loud, causing him to direct his attention towards you

“Yes, baby bird,” he says massaging your temples, as your head lay on his shoulder

“Why me? You’re handsome and rich and seem well traveled, but I’m just a regular girl. Why choose me to go on a date with,” you say quite timid

“Because baby bird, as you so put it, you are a regular girl. You’re nothing like women that I’ve been involved with, so to speak. You’re kind, caring, smart, funny, good with animals and last, but certainly not least, you’re beautiful. Inside and out,” he says honestly

“Hawks, you barely know me,” you say directly

“Yes, but I’ve observed you long enough to know what kind of person you are,” he says

You look at him with a shocked expression.

“Woah, not like that,” he says frantically,“just while you work, how you treated people. I learned you were someone worth having in my life and that night when I saw that guy harassing you, I just wanted to protect you. It was like this instinct kicked in and I just had to help. I couldn’t bare the thought of what would’ve happened had I or anybody for that matter, not have done something to help.”

You sit there stunned by his words. Next, you do the unthinkable, well for you.

You grab Hawks by his neck and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Things start to get heated and Hawks stops you.

“Baby bird, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, if and when we get to this point of our relationship, I want it to be special for us. I don’t want to treat you like a fling and…I have an early work day tomorrow, so sadly, I have to go” he says

“Let me walk you out then,” you say, walking Hawks to your apartment door

You both make it to the door, when you suddenly stop him from opening it.

“Wait,” you say, then stand on your toes and kiss him on the lips, wishing him a good night

“Night baby bird,” he says, the closes your door

“C’mon Mochi, let’s go to bed papas,” you say as you walk to your room, stretching from sitting on the couch for so long

You lay on your bed, then turn on your side and fall fast asleep.

Art by 10shiko

I hope y’all enjoyed today’s chapter!! Sorry it’s sooooo late!! I will be better about getting things out faster or at least try to be as some times my day doesn’t go according to how I want it to, but I will work hard for y’all!!

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letsperaltiago · 4 years

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i love you and i like you

Based on @stars-my-darling's adorable post:

“When Mac starts talking he will sometimes just randomly tell Amy that he loves her, usually at the end of an unrelated sentence. They later realise that he learnt to do this because Jake is always randomly telling Amy that he loves her and Mac is copying him." aka. 5 times toddler Mac Santiago-Peralta tells his mommy he loves her

Also includes prompt #101 from the 101 fluffy prompts-list: "…They just grow up so fast."

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Amy Santiago has so far had a lifetime’s worth of great jobs, which, she knows, isn’t that hard when you love work and everything it implies. Everything from assisting her middle school’s librarian to that brief job at a small uptown museum her degree got her to being a respected sergeant in the NYPD. She’s loved every single job but, she’s now come to realise, nothing vill ever beat her most recent employment: Motherhood. With a capital M, yes.

Mac throws her and Jake’s worlds over like the tiny miracle of a storm he is and they’ve never looked back since. It’s brand new, it’s exciting, it’s scary, and though they’re not exactly religious, he’s the answer to their prayers. Parenthood turns out to be nothing like what they’d expected, like nothing they’d ever tried before and looking past some of the rough days, which are inevitable, it’s actually even better. They get to shape and watch a human grow; a human of which they’re both the genesis and they couldn’t be any more proud - both of each other but also their son.

Everything Mac does and achieves is a moment to remember, and they take nothing for granted: every new sound, even simple gurgles, every new movement, even the flick of a tiny finger? They beam, look at each other with wide, joyous eyes and celebrate their newborn addition to their little family. They hold on to everything they can, while they can although, they swear, every other day they’ll be lying in bed with him while he sleeps or watch him begin to explore their apartment on his own and they’ll take turns breaking the comfortable silence with what they’re both thinking:

“They just grow up so fast.”

Even if he’s merely grown a tenth of an inch since the last time they brought it up.

This fact aside, before they know it, their before so very tiny and helpless son can sit without assistance, sooner than later starts crawling and before they seem to have the time to catch up with the ladder he suddenly knows how to say “mama” and “dada” - and the day Mac takes his first steps, Amy filming on her phone while Jake is squatting to entice his son? Both parents guiltlessly shed a tiny tear rewatching the video that night after their little one, who suddenly seems so big, is put to bed.

With the walking comes the talking. Mac, like his dad, is an entertainer and seizes every chance he gets to chat with his parents, and anyone else who’ll listen for that matter, and hopefully make them laugh. Amy quickly sees through the fact that her son’s mannerism is definitely inspired by her husband’s, and Amy’s heart swells at every glimt of it: everything from Mac’s tiny ‘big dramatic movements’ to him attempting to crack small jokes (that sometimes are actually super funny but also mostly make people laugh because his delivery is beyond precious). Despite the fact that his personality is absolutely a solid blend of both parents, Jake’s genes definitely conquer everything else, and Amy doesn’t mind one bit. Although she could do without the short, Peralta-inspired attention span, which can be both very cute but also slightly maddening when you’ve told your barely 3-year old toddler 6 times to finish their meal meanwhile he’s to preoccupied by his father cleaning up the water said toddler spilled just seconds ago.

All in all, Mac is a copy of Jake, and in more ways that one Amy is grateful. Especially when the little boy starts getting a grasp of the word ‘love’ and what it actually means though his parents have showered him with it since before he was born. Jake and Amy will tell Mac ‘I love you’ on the daily and, besides this, his parents themselves aren’t exactly shy of telling each other, especially Jake who often tends to do it out of nowhere or any kind of context which the boy must’ve picked up on at some point.

It starts off quite naturally: the first time he says it.

One night after getting him washed down and put into his favorite firetruck-print pyjamas (the parents couldn’t deny him it even though they were far from thrilled), Amy’s sitting with Mac in his new so-called ‘big boy-bed’. Feeling her son’s curly-haired head nestled into her chest, one hand grabbing onto the fabric of her shirt while the other holds onto his best buddy Leo the Lion, Amy reads out loud from one of the many books she’s managed to accumulate for her son. Obviously worn out from the day Mac, as being almost 3 is very exhausting, stays silent and listens carefully to the sound of his mother’s voice, dutifully paying attention to the book’s colourful drawings and even sometimes pointing at them whenever Amy reaches a part of the story that’s been illustrated.

“Then the little puppy ran through the big big field and the big big forest to get back home-“

“Shee, Mommy,” Mac interrupts her with a lisp caused by the pacifier hanging from one corner of his mouth and points to the drawing of the running dog with his index finger. “Doggy runth!”

“Yeah, I see, baby,” she smiles before pecking the top of his head. Normally she’d ask him to remove his pacifier when he speaks. Her and Jake slowly trying to make the object something Mac knows he can use to relax rather than constantly needs, but when it’s this late and right before bedtime Amy can’t be bothered to reprimand him. For now she’s just proud of her tiny, smart guy. “Where is he running?” She pulls back to look at him, encouraging him to explain further.

“He’sh going home!” he smiles proudly to a point where his pacifier almost falls out, just barely clinging on for dear life.

“That’s right. He’s running home to his family - good job,” she chuckles sending him one last smile before skimming her wristwatch quickly realising bedtime is just minutes away. It’s not that they’re following a strict schedule that depends on every single minute and second of the day: something she’s actually glad Jake’s and his more laid-back lifestyle has transferred to their parenting-style. Although Mac, his parents have come to find out, will reach a point during the evening where it’ll be too late and he becomes overtired and impossible. Therefor 8 PM is the ultimate limit (on weekdays, that is) and Amy sees it quickly approaching so she quickly finishes up their story and shuts the book closed.

“That’s it for today, Mr. Mac. Time to visit dreamland,” simply not able to resist the feel and smell of her son’s newly washed curls, she places another kiss to the top of his head before climbing out of the small bed and hears him reply with a yawn which tells her that she’s probably timed bedtime perfectly. To the great delight of the now also tired mother (a high rank full-time job and a toddler will do that to you) she’s once more proved right when Mac gets under the covers without a trace of fight.

“Roshie?” he looks up at his mother with worried eyes as he hugs Leo the Lion a bit tighter. Those stupid beautiful brown eyes he’s inherited from Jake.

“Oh,” Amy kneels down to the bed’s side and starts running her hand all over the duvet, mattress and bed-frame. “Where’s Rosie, bud?”

Rosie aka. the pink unicorn he’d gotten from auntie Roro back when he was still a tiny baby (though he’d always be Amy’s tiny baby) was missing and they both knew very well that there would be no sleeping without it. Suddenly her hand comes across a bump, to her relief revealing the stuffed animal once she lifts up the duvet.

“Yay, mommy!” her son smiles as if she’s cracked the mystery of the century and Amy can’t help but feel just a bit proud - anything she does that makes her boy happy will do that to her.

“There you go,” she smiles and places the unicorn in his arms right next to Leo the Lion. “All good, Mr. Mac?”

He nods profoundly, eyes suddenly clearly tired and droopy, which earns him a warm smile from his mother before she leans in and kisses his forehead tenderly, all at once running her hand fingers his curls as to get her one last fix for the day. Incredible how your child can become somehow addicting.

“Sleep well. I love you,” she pulls back to take him in, the declaration of love hanging in the air for a few seconds before, taking Amy by surprise, her son answers her.

“I wuv you.”

She knows ‘love’ is an abstract feeling that a toddler can’t really comprehend and isolate as an emotion, which is probably also why Mac’s never said it back before, and although she’s told him a million times before and has never awaited or needed an answer, him saying it back definitely throws her off in the most magical, proud, emotional way in a long time. She’s constantly proud of the little things he does on the daily, slowly becoming a tiny actual human with opinions and a personality, but this is a whole new level.

“Thank you for saying that,” she can feel tears forming in her eyes and throat, but doesn’t want to confuse the small child who’s just begun to understand ‘love’, and therefor doesn’t also need to be explained that crying can also be a sign of happiness. That is an oxymoron that will surely just confuse him when, currently, crying is Mac’s way of expressing and understanding sadness and anger.

“That was very sweet of you and I love you so so much too, baby,” she manages to say it one last time, without breaking, before getting up to turn on his tiny night light and leave. “Me and daddy will be just down the hall watching TV, okay?”

A slight movement from beneath the duvet lets her know he’s heard her before she allows herself to half-close the door and walk back to where Jake is cleaning up after dinner. There she is finally able to let out a few soft cries as she lets her husband in on the small, incredible moment she’s just had with their son. Of course, it instantly makes Jake feel like crying with joy too. Their baby is surely the best.

From there on it’s just one big mess of declarations, at the most random moments and Amy is very amused but also even more enamoured.

One night Jake is away on a stakeout which leaves Amy is home alone with Mac, and to the toddlers immense joy this means he’s allowed to sleep with his mom in her and dad’s enormous bed. Jake has told him to keep mommy safe while he’s gone and of course takes this task very seriously. It’s 3 AM, they’re both fast asleep when suddenly Amy is awoken by what seems to be quite some new weight on top of her chest.

“Mommy,” promptly breaks the silence slowly bringing Amy back to consciousness.

It takes her a second to collect herself but she instinctually reaches out to figure out exactly where her son is in the dark. It’s quickly clear that he’s stretched out stomach down across her chest. “Yes, baby?” she mumbles tiredly eyes still closed hoping that her son is just being restless and will go back to sleep.

“I need pee.”

“Oh.”

This, with a power that almost no other request from her son holds, immediately dawns upon and takes over her body pushing her to sit up. Mac is pretty much fully potty trained but only day-wise. During the night he still uses a diaper, and they’ve only just recently started easing him into the night-potty by telling him it’s an option. The boy showing initiative himself is an absolutely great start and even more importantly an opportunity she won’t let slip by.

“You wanna go use the potty?” she looks at him to make sure and he immediately nods. “Okay, lets go then.”

And so they scurry out of bed and make their way across the hall to the bathroom, hand in hand in the darkness, where once the light is turned on Mac’s potty awaits him.

With a bit of help from mommy, he pulls down his pyjamas pants and diaper before getting settled on the potty. There’s no hiding the fact that they’re both very tired, especially Mac whose head hangs a bit, almost asleep while giving in to his body’s need for relief while Amy sits dutifully on the floor besides him.

“Good job telling me, Mac,” she praises, smiling tiredly but the little boy is too tired to even react.

They stay like this for a while, in silence, Amy not wanting to interrupt a probably concentrated Mac, when suddenly he, to her surprise, is the one to break the silence.

“I’m peeing and I love you, mommy,” he mumbles tiredly almost fully asleep right there on the potty, messy curls hanging in whatever which way gravity will allow.

Then, as if she’d never been tired, asleep, woken up and feeling exhausted, Amy’s body rises to a much higher level of awareness. Warmth, one that completely makes her forget about the bathroom floor’s cold tiles, spreads throughout her entire being and if it wasn’t for the fact that he was currently trying to pee, Amy would’ve pulled him into the tightest hug right there. But she doesn’t, of course, and instead settles for a gleaming smile.

“Mommy loves you too, honey,” He’s her very own bedhead, she thinks to herself lovingly running a hand through his hair. “And I’m so proud of you for waking me up to go potty.”

It’s very faint, too tired to put much effort into it but there’s definitely a small smile growing on her son’s face, When he falls asleep on top of her chest a bit later after he’s done and has been put into a clean diaper, just to be safe, the smile is still there, Amy can tell even in the dark.

Another occasion, it’s safe to say, happens when Amy leasts expects it. They’re running on ‘tantrum from hell: hour who-even-knows-anymore’, this time triggered by the banal fact that, no, Mac wasn’t allowed to play with the big knife Jake had been using to cut vegetables for their dinner.

Everyone has their bad days, the parents are well aware, but this one of Mac’s was particularly bad. All day, from the minute he woke up and went straight to the living room instead of joining his parents in their bad, he’d been extra fussy thereby not feeling content with whichever way his parents tried to fix his mood. They’d been understandable and gone easy on him all day, hopelessly trying to please him while also not just giving in to his unreasonable demands. It appeared that this was very a fine line to walk, and so far it sure hadn’t offered them the intended results. Both parents were exhausted and Mac screaming was far, so very far, from their ideal way of spending the evening in.

Both Jake and Amy have tried experimented with different tactics, some that are known to work. Picking him up to soothe him; ask him if he’s hurting somewhere; offering him to choose one of his daily snacks like a glass of milk, yoghurt or a fruit; suggesting that they play a game… But the little boy wants nothing. Nothing but that huge, sharp kitchen knife.

“Look, you can cry all you want, but daddy is not going to give you the knife. It’s dangerous, Mac,” Amy’s voice is definitely stern but nonetheless still calm well aware of the fact that screaming as well won’t get her anywhere. Besides that she also considers herself a structured, punctual but nonetheless also a cool mom: nevertheless enough is enough. She’s really had it by now, hands resting defensively on her hips as she feels a head ache creeping up on her meanwhile her 3 year old, who’s now lying face down on the kitchen floor, lets out yet another scream.

“Listen to mom, bud,” Jake intervenes the best he can without interrupting his wife’s operation. “She’s super right, you know? The knife is very very sharp and in your small hands it can easily slip and hurt you. We don’t want that.”

Another scream is how he’s thanked for the explanation and Jake, even though he loves his son unconditionally, has to roll his eyes and sigh. Logic is not relevant when you’re working with a toddler, he has learned but nonetheless gives it a try every time they’re back in the arena - only to be disappointed.

They try not to be the kind of parents that scold or punish their kid unless it’s necessary and they but alas this is not one of them. Amy has had it and shares a look of confirmation with her husband before proceeding - she needs him to back her up on this.

“Okay, McClane Santiago-Peralta,” Amy says strictly. Full name? This is the point of no return, Jake knows.

“If you’re going to continue to behave like this then that’s up to you, but that also means it’s time for time-out, because daddy and I don’t know how to help you, when you keep screaming like that.”

God, she hates this side of parenthood and this shade of herself, though she knows it necessary.

“Knife!” Mac cries out rolling onto his back and hitting the floor with the palms of his tiny hands in protest of now both the knife and the time-out.

“I’m not going to keep discussing this with you,” she makes up her mind, picks up her son which results in him screaming/crying even louder while also putting up a fight by wiggling his entire body in his mother’s hold. “If you’re not going to go by yourself, like the big boy I know you usually are, then I’ll have to carry you there.”

And so Amy, knowing that the most important thing right now is that she sticks to her pledges, starts walking out of the kitchen and down the hall towards her son’s room. The wiggling continues, the crying doesn’t come to quit and he even adds kicking into the air as she carries him to the mess of it all. He really doesn’t want to go, even less have his mommy take him there since it’ll mean that he’s really pushed her to the limit.

Then suddenly the next wail he lets out suddenly sends the situation down a completely different path.

“I just want the knife and I- I wuv you, mommy!” her son screams loudly through his cry, face all red and scrunched up as if he was cursing her which by nature results in Amy freezing on the spot, left to wonder what the hell had prompted that outburst.

That one was new, she thinks, and how the hell do you handle this exact situation right? On one hand his previous acts, and the fact that he’s still hysterical, means that he deserves to be sent to his room; on the other hand he just screamed, bloody murder, that he loves her… Parenthood was indeed so confusing sometimes.

A sigh leaves her body.

“I love you too, Mac,” she figures he deserves, and always will deserve, to hear it back - no matter how frustrating and crazy the situation might be.

“And daddy does too, but it’s really hard for us to help you when you scream and cry like that, baby,” she gives explaining the consequences of his tantrum one last shot, and, to her surprise, the boy actually stills in her arms and buries his face into her chest. The cries die out before transitioning to small sniffles and alas Amy sees the opportunity to, perhaps, talk some sense into her son.

“We’d much rather have you use your words, tell mommy and daddy what’s actually wrong, rather than having you scream and cry like this. Do you understand?”

There’s silence but Amy can feel Mac’s tiny head slide up and down in nod against his chest, and relief, although it might still just be a false sense of safety, floods her entire body.

“So, what is actually wrong? Why are you sad?”

“I-“ Mac sniffles trying to mould his thoughts. “I just wanted help daddy make food.”

Of course, she thinks internally rolling her eyes.

“I see,” she nods. “And you can help daddy cook, but next time you’ll have to say it like that. Use your words, okay?”

He nods again before lovingly grasping onto a strand of his mother’s hair.

“Good,” she pecks the top of his head. “Now,” she cranes her neck to look down at her son’s face where it’s half buried into her tear-stained shirt. “Do you want to be in your room by yourself for a bit to calm down, or do you want to come help me and daddy clean the kitchen and set the table?”

“I wan’ help,” he mumbles obviously lacking energy after spending it all throwing the tantrum, but if he wants to be with them and redeem himself then Amy won’t be the one to stop him. It took a while, but Amy always tries to remember that he’s still very little meaning that it’s inevitable that some social skills aren’t fully developed. So whenever he can come to his senses, with his parents guidance or not, Amy will of course be the first one to endorse it.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she walks back towards the kitchen with Mac resting silently in her arms.

A third memory that pops into Amy’s mind upon trying to remember the many random moment’s where her son has shared his love for her out loud and of the blue (Peralta-stylez), is one time (of the many) they went grocery shopping together. They’d been wandering around the big grocery store, her and Mac, targeting the cereal aisle, hand in hand with a basket in Amy’s free hand.

“Okay, since you and daddy ate the last of the Fruit Loops this morning we need to get some cereal. You think you can help me with that?” she looks down at her son who’s already looking up to meet her eyes. Mac’s enchanting glimmering eyes instantly light up at the thought of responsibility, a trait he’s definitely inherited from her, and prompts an eager nod. Before she can even say or explain further, which he probably doesn’t actually need her to, he’s let go of her hand.

“More Fwuit Loops!” he exclaims happily as his tiny legs take him ahead, down the aisle, to reach the mosaic of colourful cereal-boxes.

“Sure, if that’s what you want, babe, but maybe…” she walks towards him, "we could try something else for once?” she tries to not be too strict about her son’s eating habits, especially when she knows Fruit Loops is usually the only straight up sugary stuff he eats daily, but also, she has to admit, secretly wishes she could perhaps trick him and Jake to eat something just a bit less… candy-like.

“What?” he stops and looks at her with a frown. “Something else?”

“Yeah,” she catches up with him and looks as the many options before him. “Like… bran-flakes, maybe? They look yummy, right?”

Either Amy is a really bad actor or her son simply too smart, but nonetheless Mac looks more than quite unimpressed when his mom pulls a boring, brown box out from the shelf to showcase it

“I donno want brain-flakes ew, mommy” and the face Mac makes, a face of utter disgust, would be way more solid proof than a paternity test if one was needed - he is definitely, without a single doubt, Jake Peralta’s son - and she definitely can’t help but chuckle at the similarity he constantly carries with him.

The tiny human’s hand starts dancing across all the different packages, probably gathering himself a good dose of various germs that in the moment Amy can’t make herself care about, and every now and then he’ll stop to study a cereal that’s caught his child-brain and eyes’ attention.

“There are so many to choose from, huh babe?” she encourages but keeping her distance as to be supportive of him doing something on his own, independent like a big boy.

First he stops in front of the Cheerios, which Amy can totally be content with, but alas he quickly, to Amy’s chagrin, puts them back in their spot. Then come the Frosted Flakes with their blue box and cute tiger cartoon (the perfect child-trap) which, if possible, are even worse than Fruit Loops. Amy unconsciously frowns at the thought of having to rip the box of cereal from her son’s grip when he in a few seconds won’t let go and instead grab the Bran Flakes. But to Amy’s great relief Mac’s finger continue their trip down past the tiger-trap, mindlessly mumbling small nothings to himself that she can’t quite make out. Then, all at once seeming way more determined than with previous ones, Mac throws himself at a bright and colourful box.

“These!” he exclaims jumping up and down on the spot with the held over his head in victory.

As soon as she gets a closer look, having gently grabbed the box from her son, it dawns on Amy that Jake Peralta being the father of her child isn’t exclusively beneficial. Not when their child is asking for Sour Patch Kids morning cereal and Amy knows it’s because he’s inspired by his dad as Jake will gladly share his candy with his son whenever he happens to have some.

“Oh, baby… “ Amy tries to keep up a neutral face as to not reveal how she dreads to get something that’s somehow even worse than the king of artificial ingredients, Fruit Loops, and sultan of sugar, Frosted Flakes, combined. “You sure you don’t just wanna get the Fruit Loops then? I don’t think you’ll like Sour Patch Kids.”

“Yes I do! I eat them with daddy all the time!”

Of course.

Her son is completely oblivious to her dread and shines proudly thinking he’s pleased his mom by finding something new (which it is - Amy can’t deny that) to have for breakfast. And Amy’s mom-heart can’t get herself to contradict her son’s persuasion of the fact that he’s accomplished the mission she set up for him. No way. Not when his face flows with pride like it does now.

“Okay,” she surrenders with a forsaken smile. “We can get these, but they’re very sugary so only for weekend mornings, got it?” she puts her hand forward as to shake on the deal.

Either it’s the handshake that takes his mind off of it, or her 3-year old actually somehow understands nutritional values, but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t hesitate to meet her hand with his own, agreeing with her proposed deal. Immediately after she hands him back the box, it’s a mystery to Amy how such a simple thing can make her son that happy, he beams with excitement and basically hugs the box of sugary sweetness. Amy has to chuckle and then he’s off again to do his own little thing, prancing down the remains of the aisle chanting a made-up song, Amy guesses, to himself.

“Cereal. Breakfast. I love cereal. I love breakfast. I love mommy and mommy loves cereal and me and daddy and breakfast. Cereal, cereal, cereal!”

And to her, and Jake’s, sheer luck Amy manages to snap a short video of it for them to enjoy and fuss about for years.

That same night, Friday, they’re all lounging on the couch watching a movie. Tangled as per Mr. Mac’s demand because “Flynn Eugene whatever is really cool and the pretty princess hits him with a pan and the horse and green little thing are super fun too.”

So, needing no further arguments, they watch Tangled and snack on Sour Patch Kids (the candy, not the cereal) that Jake had bought on his way home from work after Amy had texted him about their adventure at the grocery store, attaching the video of their son singing.

Although, after a long day, by the time the lanterns in the movie light up the dark sky while Rapunzel and Flynn sing to each other, Mac is half, almost completely, passed out with his head in Amy’s lap and legs stretched across his father’s. Mommy stroking your face and playing with your curls turns out to be very soothing and sleep-inducing. Jake can also, if asked to testify, agree with this fact. Guess there’s something special about Peralta-curls Amy simply can’t resist.

“Ames, I think he’s asleep,” Jake whispers discreetly throwing his wife a knowing smile when he notices his son’s current state.

She, having not noticed being too busy watching the movie, looks down and sees, indeed, a sweet angel face with shut eyes and pouty lips that indicated that her son is, if not entirely, on the verge of being asleep. Nevertheless, every 30 seconds or so, his eyes will flutter just a bit, like tiny butterfly wings, as if he’s fighting to see the end of the movie - a movie he’s seen 134 times already.

“You want to go to bed, Mac?” she coos leaning down to peck his temple.

“Nu-uh,” he fights off the urge to say yes, Amy can tell.

“You sure?” she tries again.

He nods heavily in her lap, shuffling a bit in an attempt to get comfortable enough to, Amy knows, fall asleep. But he can’t seem to find the right spot, is surely overtired too and both parents can tell it’s a matter of minutes before he’ll give in to either fall asleep on the couch or demand to be put to bed.

And they’re right.

“Mommy,” he mumbles in the most exhausted and soft soft voice that makes Amy’s heart flutter time after time. “I love you but I wanna sleep - in my bed.”

Those three words, especially coming from Mac, will never seize to send a tiny jolt of joy and dopamine through her entire being. She chuckles softly stroking his back.

“That’s okay, baby. We’ve had a long day. Let's get you to bed.”

“Okay, I love you mommy. And daddy. Love,” he passes out before he can finish the sentence and won’t even notice his father carrying him to bed while Amy gazes after them with loving eyes.

Even three years in, four if you count the pregnancy, she can’t believe this sweet, beautiful and smart boy is hers. A bundle of love that is half her and half the man she loves the most (next to Mac himself, of course). Parenthood is an irregular graph with ups and down, but they have so much love that it’ll make up for the bad days and hard cases. In the very end the most important thing is that he, Mac Santiago-Peralta with his brown curly hair, tiny nose and deep brown eyes, is here and he’s theirs. Not only is he theirs but he is his own and he loves them, his parents, so much, every day. Plus, he’s so good at actually expressing it that Amy can’t help but feel like they’re definitely doing something right. She’s proud to know her son is surrounded by so much love that it has planted a seed that everyday blooms within him, making him spill over and spread his care and love to other people.

So, yes, Amy Santiago is 100% sure: she is definitely the luckiest, most loved mom in the entire universe. Mac Santiago-Peralta will always make sure of this.

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pomegranate-belle · 4 years

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happy new year! for the prompt game thing: mattfoggy, soulmates!au, fake dating, prompt 19? 😂

Fake Dating + Soulmates AU = Fake Soulmates AU, right?? Right?? Anyway this took too long because it spiraled out of control and now it’s 2k+ words and there’s like four or five more snippets of future scenes in this AU hiding in my notes app now, lmao

(Also, apologies to anyone reading this who’s named Stephanie, lol)

—

It all starts because Matt is a flirty bastard who gravitates towards women that are capital-T Trouble like a child in galoshes gravitates towards puddles. That is — eagerly, enthusiastically, and with precisely zero regard for the people in the splash zone.

Foggy, who has become a permanent resident of the splash zone, is best friends with him anyway, for some unfathomable reason.

Which is a mean thing to think. It’s not unfathomable. Matt is funny and whip-smart and a big nerd and he just gets Foggy, and his smile...

Anyway, life in the splash zone is worth it. Just, you know, it’s hard to remember that after your bestie’s date steals your wallet or gets you sexiled or stuck in the middle of a bar fight that is definitely not your fault. Or, apparently, tries to swap out the non-accessible petition form your (blind, by the way) best friend means to sign with a marriage certificate.

Yeah. Really. That’s the level of what-the-fuckery they’ve reached now.

“I think I need your help with this one,” Matt says with a grimace.

“You didn’t actually end up signing it, did you?” asks Foggy, because, well, with their luck who knows.

But Matt shakes his head.

“No, it’s just. Uh... I, um, don’t think she’s going to stop.”

Maybe Foggy should just smother himself with his pillow. Or smother Matt with his pillow. The second one seems like it would solve a lot more problems, since this mess is entirely Matt’s fault.

“And what, exactly, do you expect me to do about that, Matthew!” he demands. “You’re the one who decided to sleep with Stephanie Jenkins even after I warned you about her crazy eyes!”

“And I’m sorry I didn’t believe you, ok? You told me so, is that what you want to hear?” Matt all but whines, burying his face in his arms just enough to leave his eyes peeking out.

He’s on his bed, head towards the footboard and rolled onto his stomach for maximum cuteness. His eyes aren’t quite pointed the right direction, but that hardly matters. Matt’s pleading expressions are more effective even when they’re aimed a little right of their target than anybody else’s could be from straight on.

“Ugh.”

“Foggy, come on.”

“Ughhhhh.”

“Foggy.”

Matt’s big, wide sad-puppy-dog eyes get impossibly bigger and wider.

“Ok, ok! Fine, I’ll help! Stop pouting, jeez,” Foggy concedes in the face of Matt’s pleading expression and general air of hopelessness. “But don’t expect me to come up with a plan or anything, she’s yourcreepy hookup.”

Matt’s posture changes immediately now that he’s gotten what he wants. He goes up on his elbows, grinning the grin that always means chaos is coming.

“Gotta pull out the big guns for this one,” he claims. “Even she’d have to back off over a soulmate match.”

Foggy, who has maybe spent the past year and a half idly checking his skin for a mark that could potentially tie him to Matt, feels his stomach flip uncomfortably.

“You’re not suggesting...” His throat goes dry. “You and I fake being...”

“Well, I need someone in on it with me who won’t get the wrong idea,” explains Matt, cheerful as can be while he crushes Foggy’s stupid heart into tiny little pieces.

Foggy swallows hard.

“Yeah, um. Makes sense,” he croaks out.

“Good,” says Matt, all business, sitting up fully and holding out a box. “I already borrowed some temporary tattoo pens off Marci, and she promised to keep our secret if we buy her drinks next weekend.”

“Why does Marci have temporary tattoo pens?” asks Foggy as he gets up off his own bed and accepts them, since it seems like the most innocuous of all the questions rattling around in his head.

“To take notes on her arms, apparently,” Matt replies.

“Yeah, that tracks.”

Marci’s the kind of person who could get away with slightly-eccentric behavior like that, mostly because she was dead terrifying. And also hot. She was the kind of person people wanted to step on them. Not that Foggy did. Or anything.

“Anyway,” Foggy said, maybe a little too loud, clearing his throat. “Where is it you want your soulmark, then?”

“Umm.” Matt tilts his head. “My... Arm, I guess? Isn’t that the best place to make it visible for Stephanie? I mean. Where did you think I wanted it, my butt?”

As Matt asks the question, his ears go a little pink, which offsets his sarcasm and is also hilariously adorable. Matt’s a cool guy, but he also spent like ten years surrounded by nuns, and every so often that becomes very, very clear. It’s definitely one of Foggy’s favorite things about Matt. Well, along with literally everything else about Matt. He grins.

“No offense, buddy, but you definitely are the kind of person who’d have one on your butt.”

“I am not!” laughs Matt. “What does that, what does that even mean?”

“Listen, Murdock, some people are just butt-soulmark people, that’s all. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Shut up,” Matt says, his voice still bright with humor. “It’s going on my arm.”

He shoves up the sleeve of his slightly-baggy sweater and holds out his right arm, palm up. So, Foggy digs around in the box of temporary tattoo pens until he finds one with black ink, and then settles next to Matt on the bed. Once he’s got himself in a good position, he accepts Matt’s arm, grabs it gently by the wrist to draw it down onto his lap.

And it’s like it finally sinks in, what he’s about to do. He’s going to literally mark Matt Murdock as his — never mind that it’s a farce to get rid of some creepy chick, or what Matt said about not getting the wrong idea. In a very real and physical sense, he’s about to draw something that will bind them together, at least in everyone else’s eyes. This goes way beyond bar napkin doodles, beyond wistful musings about Nelson and Murdock. People are going to see this mark and know—

They’re going to know what Foggy’s been trying not to know for a long time now. That he’s hopelessly, irrevocably, pathetically in love with Matt.

“What should it be?” Foggy asks, heart thundering in his chest as he holds the pen in one hand and the soft, pale expanse of Matt’s upturned arm in the other.

The smile on Matt’s face looks sweet and coy. A knock-out punch disguised as a cool, sweet drink. And as much as he pretends he’s a beer and cheap whiskey man, Foggy’s always been a sucker for the kind of fruity cocktails that knock him on his ass.

“Something fitting.”

“Gee, why didn’t I think of that,” mutters Foggy. “Speak now or I’m giving you an avocado.”

Matt tries halfheartedly to tug his arm away, laughing.

“No way, not an avocado. Something serious! Like... Scales of justice.”

“I see your hard-on for Lady Justice hasn’t diminished at all,” Foggy jokes, but begins drawing the scales anyway.

It takes enough focus that he’s able to override any feelings of embarrassment. And then he’s scrawling the same design onto his own skin, his left arm and Matt’s right pressed side-by-side as they lie across Foggy’s knee. Finally, it’s done and he caps the pen.

“Perfect,” he says, pleased, as he compares the two marks. “They’re identical. Suck on that, Mr. Trenkamp, I can too draw straight lines.”

Is it the height of maturity to invoke your hated fourth grade art teacher like ten years after he first insulted your mediocre art skills? No. But being the height of maturity is lame anyway, Foggy decides.

“I’ll have to take your word for it,” jokes Matt, and his expression is so soft that Foggy has to look away before he, like, spontaneously combusts or something.

“Well, trust me, pal, those are some primo fake soulmarks.”

“Thanks, Fog.”

Matt nudges Foggy’s shoulder with his own, then holds out a loose fist. Knocking their knuckles lightly together, Foggy can’t help the giddy smile on his face.

“Anytime, Matt.”

—

They don’t get a chance to show off their marks until two days later, when they’re strolling across campus towards the dining hall and Matt pauses apropos of nothing and rolls up his sleeves to his elbows, juggling his white cane a little in the process. He then proceeds to fumble for Foggy’s wrists and roll his sleeves up too.

“Matt, what—”

“Shh, act natural!” Matt mutters, knocking his cane lightly against Foggy’s shoe, and then pressing a warm hand to his back to get him walking again.

And, honest to god, not a minute later up walks Stephanie Jenkins. Foggy takes a good moment to consider that maybe Matt’s lady-radar is actually real. In the next, Matt is stretching his arms (and his cane, the goof) above his head, right wrist crossed in front of the left so his fake soulmark will be in sight. Stephanie jerks to a stop, eyes trained on it. After the stretch, for which Foggy very carefully avoids looking at Matt to see if his shirt rides up, Matt folds up his cane and holds out his hand, fingers curled slightly, the way he usually does when he’s asking for Foggy’s arm for guiding purposes.

“Fogs?”

Well, it’s a cue if Foggy’s ever seen one, so he presses his arm into Matt’s grip, making sure the underside of his forearm is turned up for Stephanie’s sake. Her eyes go huge. Foggy gets the feeling that, no matter what he’s trying to save Matt from, he’s going to feel like an asshole if she cries. Thankfully, her face turns puce and angry instead. She’s probably thinking something unflattering about Foggy’s suitability for a guy like Matt but, well. Fuck her anyway.

Just to nail in his point, apparently, Matt traces his free hand up Foggy’s shoulder and into his hair, brushing a long lock of it behind his ear before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

In all honesty, Foggy pretty much forgets all about Stephanie Jenkins after that. Just continues on towards the dining hall, narrating on autopilot in between long bouts of staring at Matt with a racing heart and pathetic cow eyes.

—

The two of them get a frankly embarrassing number of ‘I knew it’s from their classmates, go nearly broke keeping Marci Stahl in vodka, and kiss four more times (three on the cheek, and one chaste, close-mouthed peck on the lips that nearly stops Foggy’s heart).

Also, Foggy gets Stephanie Jenkins’ crazy-eyes glare for three straight weeks. He loves every second of it. Suck it, Stephanie Jenkins, he thinks every time. Which is, yeah, probably a little mean, but hey, this is the lady who tried to take advantage of Matt’s blindness to trick him into (admittedly, a definitely not legally enforceable) marriage. Foggy doesn’t have an ounce of sympathy for her.

Though he risks jinxing himself, Foggy does eventually ask how long Matt thinks the ruse should go on. When Matt decides they should keep up the act until at least the end of the semester, Foggy tries not to agree too eagerly. After all, he’s not supposed to get the wrong idea. Eventually Matt’s heartbreaker ways will win out and he’ll want to find a hot girl to kiss. He’s trusting Foggy with an awful lot, but it doesn’t mean he’s going to... To, you know, fall in love with him or anything. But they’ll still always be best friends. That’s what really matters.

—

After three months, Foggy is used to seeing the fake soulmark on the inside of his left arm when he showers. It doesn’t make his heart squeeze anymore. He no longer has to remind himself that it’s still fake even when soap doesn’t wash it away — all it would take is a little makeup remover, after all. He knows that. It’s fake even though it’s there in a form of semi-permanence. Just another fact of life.

But this particular morning he stops cold, because there’s something on the inside of his right arm too. A perfect, identical mirror image of the scales of justice on his left.

Maybe he was so tired he drew another one on the wrong arm when refreshing the fake soulmark. Maybe. But probably not. Foggy takes slow, deep breaths until the end of his shower. Then he dries off, dresses — pulling on his shirt with the sleeves rolled all the way down — and hurries back to the dorm room for the box of makeup remover wipes they keep next to their sink now.

It’s fine, he tells himself. It’ll wash off. It’s ok. His hands are trembling so hard that he has to squeeze the wipe to keep hold of it and some of the remover solution drips onto his left arm. The fake soulmark there begins to smudge.

The one on the right stays stark and perfect.

“That’s not funny,” Foggy tells it, voice shaking, but though he scrubs at it until the skin’s raw — with the wipe, with hand sanitizer, with isopropyl — it doesn’t come off.

Eventually he’s got to face the facts. His dumb heart has somehow conned his body into producing a genuine, grade-A soulmark for his fake soulmate.

He is so monumentally fucked.

#mattfoggy #writing #thanks for the ask!#ellicelluella

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dancingwithdylan21 · 5 years

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Puppy Love

Summary: The reader’s dog wanders off and she finds him inside of a Jeep that belongs to her gorgeous new neighbor.

Pairing: cop!Stiles x Reader

Prompt: “Are you seriously interrogating me right now?”

“Murphy!”

You swear to god your dog is a ninja. He’s constantly sneaking off and getting his fluffy ass into trouble. He’s a 100lb German Shepherd and he’s worse than a little kid for Christ’s sake. You really should be able to keep track of him by now.

“Murphy! Come here, buddy!”

The beautiful beast is too smart for his own good. Murphy’s a troublemaker for sure, he always needs to know what’s happening at all times. You have a slight suspicion that he thinks he’s a police dog.

“Murphy! Playtime’s over. Let’s go!” You hear a quick bark and your eyes land on a familiar blue Jeep that’s always parked across the street from you. Oh shit.

Murphy is sprawled out on the black back seat of your neighbor Stiles’ pristine looking car. He’s new to the neighborhood so you don’t know him that well. You do know that he’s insanely good looking and that he really loves this Jeep. Wonderful. Your foolish dog is lounging inside of Stiles’ pride and joy.

You run across the street and immediately lean over into the backseat, you try to coax Murphy out but he’s being a stubborn fucker. You’re practically crawling across the seat to grab his collar, your ass is sticking up in the air and of course you’re wearing your pajamas. You’re pretty sure you look freaking ridiculous.

Next thing you know, someone is loudly clearing their throat and it makes you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. You reluctantly spin around and there he is, the delicious man known as Stiles Stilinski. Wearing a tight grey Henley and ripped dark wash jeans with combat boots only laced up half way.

Damn does he look good.

You’re suddenly very aware that your pajama pants are covered in purple cats and that you have an over-sized Family Guy t-shirt on as well. Awesome.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Stiles doesn’t even speak, his eyes just slowly rake over you before he focuses his attention back on the large intruder in his backseat. You snap out of your awkwardness (barely) and jump into a rushed explanation.

“I'm so sorry! Murphy likes to slip out of the house and explore without my knowledge. I came out and noticed that he climbed into your car. I’m trying to get him out now.” You finally take a breath, silently telling yourself to just relax for the love of god.

Stiles bends over a bit and watches as Murphy rests adorably in his backseat. A warm smile appears like he’s remembering a happy memory, “He seems pretty cool. I love Shepherds. I had one growing up named Bullet.” Stiles finishes with a chuckle and it makes you do the same.

“Besides it’s kinda my fault, I just ran inside to get some paper towels.” Your neighbor holds up the roll in his hand. “I left the doors open cause I’m cleaning out the Jeep.”

“This dog is just very nosy.” You add shyly. “Nothing looks ruined but I want to pay to get it detailed just in case.”

“No it’s ok, Y/N. I mean if this happened after I cleaned out my car then I would’ve reacted differently.” He glares playfully at you.

“Oh ok. Thanks for not freaking out.” You grin feeling relieved.

Stiles gives a quick nod then pats his leg as he calls Murphy’s name, the dog automatically jumps up and out of the car without any effort. “Seriously?” You laugh softly. “At least you listen to someone, Murphy.”

Stiles gestures to your cozy pajamas, “Having a lazy Sunday, huh?”

“It’s only like Noon, dude. Don’t judge. I was up late binge watching Shameless.” You mention slightly insecure.

With an amused expression Stiles pops the hood of his car, “No judgement here, Y/N. I’m just used to girls who won’t leave the house unless their hair and makeup is done.” He shrugs at you. That’s weird. He doesn’t seem like the type who’d want to deal with a high maintenance chick.

“Huh. Let me guess…they wear their makeup to bed too?” You giggle while Stiles tilts his head with a knowing smile.

“Are you speaking from experience, Y/N?” He says in a teasing voice.

“Who me? Nah…ok maybe.” You admit sheepishly. “I didn’t wear my makeup to bed though! I just always wanted to be made up when I left the house.”

Stiles hums and squints his eyes like he’s trying to figure you out. He’s too gorgeous. You almost feel like you shouldn’t be allowed to look directly at him.

The brown eyed ruiner closes the hood and all the doors on his car, now giving you his full attention, “So what changed?”

“Oh, that’s a story for another day.” You smirk at him.

“Well…” Stiles crouches down in front of Murphy and holds his face, “I think you and mom should join me for lunch. How does that sound, buddy?” He then glances up at you and you freeze. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks and you decide to just nod in response.

“Sweet. Do you like hot dogs? I was gonna grill some and I have pasta salad and corn on the cob too.”

A sexy man that cooks? Hell yeah. “Sure, sounds good. I’m gonna go change then I’ll be over.” You tell him already walking away.

“Make sure you bring Murphy!” Stiles shouts as you’re about to enter your house. Son of a bitch. He probably likes the dog more than you. That would be your luck.

You quickly change into faded jean shorts and a hot pink tank top, opting out of doing your hair and makeup. You decide that you don’t need to impress Stiles, even if he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. After one last nervous check in the mirror, you grab Murphy and his favorite tennis ball then make your way back across the street.

Stiles’ front door flies open seconds after your hand hits the wood, it catches you off guard and it makes Murphy bark with excitement. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was anxiously waiting for your arrival.

The brown eyed stunner ushers you through his surprisingly homey living room and brings you into the kitchen. The smell of vanilla hits your senses as you move around his house and it thankfully calms your nerves a bit.

“Want a beer, Y/N? I have this new pumpkin ale stuff. I don’t know if it’s any good though.” Stiles asks opening his refrigerator.

You saunter over and peek your head in, “Oh! I’ve had that before. It’s pretty good.”

Stiles hands you one with a wink, “Here ya go, sweetheart.” He grins then moves towards the back door. “The pasta salad is done. I just need to grill the hot dogs and the corn on the cob.”

You and the pup follow your new neighbor outside into his backyard and you can’t keep your eyes off of his effortless swagger, every move the man makes is just sexy.

“Need any help?” You take a seat on the nearby patio and watch as he starts up the grill.

“Nope. Just sit there and look pretty, hun.” Stiles smirks your way. You roll your eyes but can’t stop yourself from smiling at the compliment.

“So I’ve only lived here for a few weeks, Y/N. Give me some dirt. The neighbors I’ve met so far seem nice but things are never what they seem.”

“Hm let’s see. Have you met Al yet? He lives a few doors down in the green house?” Stiles shakes his head no and waits for you to continue.

“Well…he suspiciously looks like Santa Clause. And he weirdly disappears around Christmas time.” You try to stifle a laugh.

Stiles tears his eyes away from the grill and shoots you a funny look, “Are you fucking with me?”

“No actually I’m not.” You chuckle. “It’s strange as fuck but he’s definitely a nice guy. Doesn’t bother anyone.”

“So I may or may not live near Santa. I can work with that.” Stiles snickers before taking a swig of his beer.

Murphy stops exploring the yard and comes running over with his tennis ball but instead of bringing it to you, he drops it in front of Stiles.

“Wow Murphy actually likes you.” You say without thinking.

Stiles pretends to be offended, “Gee, thanks!”

“Oh no! I just mean that Murphy doesn’t usually warm up to guys so easily. He’s always been that way. Not sure why, maybe a protective thing?” You shrug your shoulders.

“Murphy’s a smart boy. He can tell I’m awesome.” Stiles adds with a crooked smile.

“Or maybe he’s just having an off day.” You sass with a straight face. Stiles breaks out into a full body laugh and it’s literally the best sound you’ve ever heard

“I’m just kidding!” You giggle at him. “Murphy likes you and you like him. It’s all good.”

“Yeah, I definitely like him.” Stiles licks his lips as he walks towards you. “But I have to admit, I like his mom a lot more.”

As if that admission didn’t make you completely melt inside, you give Stiles a quick smile and then pop up, “ Yeah I’m pretty awesome myself.”

With the yummy food grilled and the patio table set, you and Stiles finally sit down to eat while Murphy lounges in the shade. Part of you is thrilled because you’re starving, the other part is bummed you can no longer admire his muscles while he mans the grill.

“So what do you do for work, Y/N?” Stiles questions before taking a big bite of his mustard covered hot dog.

“I’m an event planner.” “Oh nice.” He delivers a cute smile. “That sounds fun.” “Yeah it is. What about you?” You attractively mumble with a mouth full of corn on the cob.

“I’m a cop.” Stiles tells you with a confident expression. No fucking way. You didn’t think it was possible for this man to get any hotter. You’re now on the verge of drooling because the sexy as hell image of him in a uniform appears in your head.

“Y/N?” Stiles’ deep voice yanks you back to reality. “Earth to Y/N.” “Oh! Uh that’s cool.” You answer sheepishly, tucking a few strands behind your ear which is a nervous habit of yours. With a squint of his eyes and a purse of his lips, Stiles’ curious side is now making an appearance, “What were you thinking about?” He stares intently at you.

Fuck it. “That you probably look really good in your uniform.” You mention casually.

An amused expression overtakes his handsome face, he leans over the table and whispers, “I’ll show you sometime if you want. I even have a gun to go with it.” You don’t trust yourself to speak, so instead your dorky self just looks down and starts giggling. Your reaction causes Stiles to laugh and sit back in his chair, he’s getting a kick out of making you blush. An enticing thought pops into your head, naturally you blurt it out before you can catch yourself, “So that means you have handcuffs.” You must be bright red right now as you lock eyes with your surprised neighbor.

“I mean…well…” Shit. Did you really just say that out loud?! Stiles recovers quickly, instead of shock there’s now a smirk on his face, “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that, sweetheart.” He shakes his head looking visibly affected by your words. “Oh my god. I’m sorry.” You rush out before chugging down the rest of your beer. You really need something stronger. “Don’t be sorry.” Stiles chuckles at you. “It’s taking everything in me not to handcuff you to my bed right now.” Holy shit. Now it’s your turn to look fucking shocked. “But I’m trying to be a gentleman here, Y/N.” Stiles flashes a crooked smile. “I really like you so I need to do this right. You’re not some random chick that I met at a bar, you’re a hell of a lot more than that.” He finishes and it makes your body freeze up. Stiles quirks an eyebrow, “You gonna say anything back…” He notices you seem a bit flustered and is unsure on how to proceed from here.

Snapping out of your dumb ass stupor, you successfully come up with a plan within seconds, “Actually can I borrow them?” You say nonchalantly.

“What?” Stiles furrows his brows. “My handcuffs?” “Yeah. I have a date tonight.” You narrow your eyes. “He’s not a pussy so I’m pretty sure he’ll want to use them.” Stiles fails to hold back a strangled growl, “Don’t play games, baby girl.” He challenges with a tilt of his head.

Wow, that didn’t take much. You try not to but you burst out laughing, “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” You tease now pinching his cheek. He crumbles his napkin up and throws it at you with a pout on his lips.

You hesitate but then decide to just roll with it, “So do you always use handcuffs in the bedroom, Stilinski?”

Stiles ponders for a second, “It depends on the girl. I definitely don’t break them out with hookups. My real ones anyway. I’ll use the fake plastic ones whenever.”

“Why’s that?” “Because it’s never been a good experience with the real ones. The last girl I used them with started crying.” Stiles replies exasperated. “No she didn’t!” You gasp loudly then erupt into laughter. The police officer shakes his head, “If you pull on the handcuffs too much then they get tighter. I warned her so she wouldn’t hurt her wrists. Of course she didn’t listen and freaked out.”

“Wow. I bet that was fun.” You say sarcastically. “Based on her personality…I shouldn’t have done it. My gut said she wouldn’t like it but she promised she’d be fine.” Stiles lets out a sigh. “She must be so traumatized.” You feign sympathy making your neighbor snicker. Stiles suddenly turns serious, “Do you really have a date tonight, Y/N?” “Yes.” “With who?” He asks with his eyes boring into you. “Jeff.” “How did you meet him?” You raise your eyebrows, “The gym.” “Is it a first date?” “It’s the 4th date.” Stiles scoffs, “What does the guy do?” “Are you seriously interrogating me right now?” You question with wide eyes. “No.” He answers unconvincingly. “How about I take you out tonight instead? We can do whatever you want.” You gnaw on your bottom lip, “I can’t break a date last minute like that. Not unless there’s an emergency or something.” Stiles waves you off, “Just tell him you’re sick. We can try the new Italian place that opened downtown. Or there’s a..” “Wait you’re dead serious?” You cut him off. He just nods. “Stiles, he’s a nice guy. I’d feel bad blowing him off like that. We can pick another day.” You wonder why he’s pushing this. “4th date.” Stiles mutters himself. “So you’ve had sex with him?“ “Really, dude?” You crack a smile at him. This man is really something else. “You didn’t answer the question, Y/N.” “I’m not in custody, officer. So I don’t have to.” You sass back. “I can arrange that ya know.” Stiles crosses his arms and it accentuates his muscles even more, you do your best not to gawk at him. “You’re ridiculous.” You add matter-of-factly. “And you’re sexy.” He grins mischievously. You giggle softly and it makes Stiles’ face light up, it should be illegal the way his eyes are drinking you in right now. The feelings it conjures up makes you feel flushed and fidgety, it’s the perfect time for more alcohol. You spring out of your seat and make your way back into the house, heading straight for the kitchen.

Is it bad that you actually want to cancel tonight? That would be such an asshole move. You do actually like Jeff, he’s a decent guy who’s treated you well so far. But then there’s Stiles, the Adonis that moved in right across the street from you and there’s no denying that there’s an immediate connection.

Lost in your thoughts, you grab a couple of beers out of the fridge then twirl around right into Stiles, you didn’t even hear him follow you in.

“Are you a fucking ninja too? I swear you and Murphy should be best friends.”

Stiles barely reacts, he’s too busy blocking your way so you’re stuck between him and the refrigerator. His delicious scent is starting to fill the small space and you’re trying your hardest to not be affected by it.

“I say we have two options, beautiful.” Stiles leans in closer. “I ask you to be my girlfriend right now and you say yes.” Well this is unexpected.

“Um Stiles…”

“Or you reschedule with Jeff and let me take you out tonight. After that if you still like him then I’ll back off.” “Your crazy is showing, Stilinski.” You try to stifle a laugh, getting a dramatic grunt in return.

“Are you gonna make me beg, woman? Cause I will!” Stiles runs his hand through his messy hair, clearly not used to being in this position. “Why can’t we go out tomorrow? It’s just one more day.” You search his face for the answer, unfortunately your attention focuses in on his gorgeous eyes. “You obviously like Jeff enough to keep going out on dates, Y/N. He will probably make things official soon and with my luck it will be tonight.”

“Ok but I…”

Stiles continues on, “We don’t know each other that well but trust me…I’ve never put this much effort into getting a date. At the very least I want a chance. A real chance.”

The man in front of you is so annoyingly cute. You’re beyond torn on how to respond to him, your heart and your head are at odds right now. Before your brain can even register it, you’re sauntering away from Stiles and his intense stare.

You pause at the door way of the kitchen, “Come on.” You wave for the troublemaker to follow you, he hesitates at first but then catches up with you.

“Where do you keep your uniform? Bedroom?” You ask with a glance to Stiles, as you both walk down his long hallway.

“Uh yeah. Next door on the right.” Stiles tells you wearily, he slows down a bit and trails behind as you stroll on into his room.

You immediately notice the clean yet simple looking room and start to search around for what you have in mind. Without turning around, you can feel Stiles’ eyes on your form as he leans against the door frame. Your face brightens once you spot his police uniform draped on a blue lazy boy in the corner of the room.

There’s a dark wooden end table where Stiles’ shiny badge, gun holster and duty belt are all resting on top of it. Your nosy self finds his handcuffs tucked neatly in the cuff case attached to his leather belt. The cop they belong to is now standing closer, he looks very entertained by your sudden interest in his job.

You steal the handcuffs and examine them, subconsciously biting your lower lip while you do, “Get on the bed.” You speak firmly, pointing in the direction that Stiles should start moving in.

“…uh Y/N, what are y…”

“Shut up and get on the bed, Stilinski.” You command sternly.

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Mike Hanlon Friendship head canons

Mike Hanlon just being really good friends with his friends

Richie:

Their friendship is the epitome of the word ‘PRANKED’

Mike is never calm when he and Richie hang out

Both trigger each other’s fight of flight response

Dare each other on stupid shit all the time

Fuck each other up with conspiracies

‘Dude, the government killed J.F.K’

‘Nah-’

‘BUT DUDE, THINK ABOUT IT!’

“Bro, if god made land animals and water animals, he probably made space animals too. Aliens.”

‘Bro.’

Make Karaoke night a thing and always *very dramatically* sing ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’

Each other’s wingmen

Play with action figures and fight each other like nerds

Will push each other off a cliff for experiment

‘Two brooooossss, chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart cuz’ they’re not gay’

Ben:

PURE FRIENDS, TRUE FRIENDS

Encourage each other to do the best all the time

Take care of each other buds

One of them is sick?

Well shit, now both of them sick, because no friend will suffer alone

Sensitive hour, feelings are talked about with these two

Trying things for the first time buds

Trust each other with the other’s life

Lying isn’t a thing between them, the truth always

Resemble a happy married couple

Each other’s light in the darkest times

They are cute as hell and it makes everyone cry

‘Hey-’

‘Stop right there, I just want you to know I love and cherish you and if anything were to ever happen to you, I’d kill everyone in this world then myself.’

‘Okay, but me too.’

Eddie:

Either doing homework together or dancing together

Probably dancing

Eddie loves doing the ‘Dirty Dancing’ with Mike

Romantic Comedy Movie buddies

Bunk Bed Buddies

BUDDIES

‘Hey I’d die for you.’

‘Not if I die for you first.”

‘Wtf’ (Most likely Stan)

Have monthly friendship anniversaries because they’re extra as hell

Go market shopping together for the group because they love their friends

Cuddle sessions at least once a week

Totally sad if they don’t see each other once everyday

Have plans of going to Vegas and taking cheesy tourist pictures

Mom Friends, they mom each other to no extent

Eddie molds his body into Mike’s bike basket and he regrets it when his legs are pressed against his rib cage

‘MIKE MY BODY HURTS, I FEEL LIKE A PRETZEL!’

‘I TOLD YOU ONE DAY YOU’D BREAK YOUR WHOLE ASS BODY.’

Stan:

They watch horror/psychological movies at like 3 a.m and they regret it every time

“THAT’S IT!? THAT’S THE ENDING!?”

“What the hell, what the hell, what the hell.”

Museum dates as friends, because, friendship

Have a secret language

They only speak in looks

It pisses off the other losers to no end

They do Finger Guns as a greeting and a goodbye

Have dreams of starting a store together, it will happen, one day

Tease Richie together

He hates it

Share food when together like a couple

Make forts and read to each other

They write stories and create imaginary worlds together and it’s cute

Mike carries Stan bridal style everywhere

‘No.’

‘Please.’

‘Stop, you can’T DO THE PUPPY DOG EYES EVERY TIME I SAY NO!’

Beverly:

COMPETITIVE BROS? COMPETITIVE BROS!

Have a handshake for each day of the week

‘The Cool Ones’

Piggy Bank rides to the quarry

Surprise, it’s Mike on Bev’s back

Call each other ‘Babe’ and sometimes random white suburban mom names

‘Alright, Karen.’

‘Thanks, Shelly’

Would fight anyone for each other

Exotic food tryers together

Judge each other’s outfits hardcore, but they don’t take it personally

They can dance and love to show off together

They’re friends on the school ground but enemies on the basketball court, football field, tennis court, the HOCKEY TABLE, ect.

Would blackmail each other with fetus photos for whatever reason

Bicker like a married couple

Share clothes all the time

‘ALL DAY BRO, MIKE AND BEV ALL DAY, BRO!’

Have a theme song for when they enter a room

‘MIKE AND BEVERLY, TOGETHER THEY’RE HEAVENLY, FRIENDS TILL THEIR ELDERLY, MIKE AND BEVERLY, YEAH!’

Bill:

Are they?!??! A thing?!?!?

Have a plan to marry each other if they don’t have an s.o at 40

Either two little angels or two little devils, no between

Hand holds, bear hugs, all that pda shit

Always each other’s new years kiss, they don’t give a flying fuck

They laugh that kinda laugh when you can’t breathe and you have to but the situation is just too funny, ya’ know

Sleepovers with no sleep

Will fight each other

Will kiss each other

All in good nature

‘Bill, why are there pancakes on the ceiling?’

‘I t-tried to pu-pull a Gordan Rah-Rahmsey...It didn’t wor-work out.’

Stupid as hell together but somehow manage to be smart and get stuff done

All nighters with Prince’s ‘Purple Rain’ playing in the background

They try to sneak out but Bill’s hands slip and accidentally press a button on Mike beat box and Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry Like The Wolf’ begins to play

I just love Mike sm and he needs more content so here are some friendship headcanons!

#mike hanlon #richie tozier #ben hanscom #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #hanzier #hanslon #kasplon #stanlon #mikeverly #hanbrough #holy shit what happened to queue #it 2017 #the losers club

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moonraccoon-exe · 6 years

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Consider this: FFXV x Gyakuten Saiban/Ace Attorney. Noctis inheriting Caelum and Co. from Regis, advised by long-time family friend Cor. Cor being adoptive dad to Prompto, and the whole first case where you meet Maya. Ignis and Gladiolus being Edgeworth and Gumshoe. Caligo as Prosecutor Payne. Weskham as Godot. Umbra as Missile. Just imagine that~

DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

YES

YES SO HARD OHMYGO DSAIJDJFKGDFSDKF SDOKFJ

YES OHMYGOD DEAR LORDS ABOVE THIS IS THE AU I DIDN’T KNOW I DESPERATELY NEEDED AND NOW I’M IN A…MIGHTY N E C E S S I T Y HHGNHNFGH

*THROWS TANTRUM*

I WANT THIS A U AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Dude, yes so hard!!

Defense attorney Noctis! I mean, he already has the black spiky-on-the-back hair and the blue thematic! Besides the non-impressed sort of attitude at times, where the bouncy sidekick is all “HEY HEY LOOK AT THIS FUNNY THING :D” and he’s just “…eh.” BUT without being a too-serious too-dead-inside person. It fits so ridiculously good, dammit!

Veteran defense attorney Cor, I just- *fangasms* HNNNNNNNGGGGGG, YES! Dear Cor being a mentor to dear Noct, aah. Imagine that; the two standing at the defense’s side, Cor being quiet and just going with hinting Noct at what to do. “Did you hear that, Noct? The witness thinks he’s so smart that he didn’t notice he just let out some vital bit of info. You should press him, but be careful with how you word it.”

Hnghngh

Maya!Prompto. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

BUT IT FITS SO GOOD!? The happy cinnamon roll that’s too pure for this world and is always such a happy presence. Always smiling, being a hyperactive little ball of adorableness, enjoying of kids’ TV shows, and being the most loyal of companions to Noct. :’) The very loyal and happy sidekick, that remains badass in his own way. THIS IS A MIGHTY NECESSITY THAT I HAVE FOR THIS AU WITH THESE ROLES GODDAMMIT *punches through wall*

Everything fits so nicely, but Maya!Prompto is definitely the most accurate. Even when they’re sad it fits! You can just imagine the one frame where Maya has the head slightly down, eyes on Phoenix, and tears on the corner of her eyes, and see Prompto like that instead almost like he was made to take the role aaaaaah!

Ignis as Edgeworth and Gladio as Gumshoe COULDN’T HAVE EVER GOTTEN ANY BETTER.

Prosecutor Ignis, though, CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT. UNGH. To start with, Ignis in fancy suits is already fantastic enough and I need it. Now imagine him going “Objection!” and being all smug and confident about his stuff. I just…love this.

And it also fits really nicely, considering the entire “childhood friends” with Noct! :O AAAAAH

Gumshoe reminded me of Gladio in some ways, but there were two or three parts where I was like “this is ABSOLUTELY some sort of Gladio”. I mean, Gumshoe likes puppies (he’s super fond of Missile, it seems!), he’s this big and tough looking guy but he’s really just a giant teddy bear, always laughing, and even a little naïve at times, he likes flirting with girls at times, but he’s not rude or bad with them, he has this absolute devotion to Ignis/Edgeworth…and not to forget about that time when Gumshoe arrived to Phoenix’s office asking for a job, saying he could be useful and cook, and said his speciality is “Instant noodles”. Hahahahaha!! And later on he says something about his salary being so poor that he’s been living on instant noodles for who knows how long. ABSOLUTELY GLADIO!

Caligo would work great as Payne just for the fact that they’re both annoying AND I HATE BOTH OF THEM.

B U T

I HAVE A BETTER ROLE FOR CALIGO.

Just imagine….it’s Caligo but he takes the role of one..

Prosecutor Manfred Von Karma.

*EXPLODES*

I mean, it would be SOOOOOOOO cool considering Edgeworth Ignis! Manfred and Caligo both are men older than Miles/Ignis, both killed a figure that was senior to Miles/Ignis, both hold a huge grudge against Miles/Ignis because Miles/Ignis did something better than them or ruined them in some way and both Miles and Ignis actually physically INJURED them, which is the reason both want revenge on the younger ones and want to ruin their lives, and both are always all “lmao I am so perfect”.

Imagine Caligo taking Ignis under his wing pretending to be an ally but really he’s just waiting for the moment to ruin him…D:

*CHIMES IN THROUGH THE WALL*

ARANEA IS FRANZISKA, RIGHT?

I mean, grey-haired dominatrix with a whip that goes around smacking Noctis and everyone but who’s just doing her job and is actually amazing at it B|

(Omg, Gladio being scared of Aranea, ahahaha)

Weskham as Godot.

OhmygOD….Weskahm as Godot….hnHNGHNGNFGNH-

*SHORT CIRCUITS*

*SHARP INHALE*

I LOVED WESKHAM AS HE IS. I LOVED GODOT AS HE IS.

AND YOU JUST MADE A MIXTURE OF THE TWO!?!?!? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

DUDE, YES!! IT FITS SO AMAZINGLY WELL AAAAAAAAAAAH

The fancy guy in a fancy vest who talks fancily. I NEED THAT.

Imagine Weskham at the prosecutor’s side. He already has the clothes. And now he has a mug of coffee (or perhaps a cup of Altissian wine), and he has that smug smile and shakes the head.

Oh boi, did you see what you just did with Godot!Weskham?

You just shipped Weskham/Cor and made it very much canon, oh my~ ewe

speAKING OF cOr thOUGH

CAN WE PLEASE….NOT KILL HIM, THOUGH? ;A;

Hnhfgnhnfgmhfg, I know in some way Mia lives even if just through Maya and Pearly and in random flashes Phoenix has, but…it’s…not…the same hgnhgfngf

I mean, it would make quite a story! Your second case as an attorney, where they killed one of your dad’s best friends and who was a dear friend to you, and your mentor, and the defendant is no other but COR’S SON HIMSELF what the fahk ohmyfgidkjgfmfd, THE SCANDAL! AAAAH!

…I just- *deep breath* I don’t have the heart to kill Cor… ;w; Even less to make Prommy walk into his corpse…. ;w; and be BLAMED for it… ;w;

I DON’T HAVE THE HEART TO DO ANY OF THAT, CAN WE KILL SOMEONE ELSE AND CAN COR LIVE PWEASE

When I first read “Umbra as Missile”, and partly because I was waking up and half asleep as I read it, I was like “Missile, who the hell is Missile. OhnO, surely Missile is a dog that appears later on in Apollo Justice or DD or SoJ and I haVEN’T PLAYED ANY OF THEM, YOU’RE SPOILING MEEEEEEEEEEEE oh wait no Missi- *gaASPS* MISSILE IS THE- AHAHAHA of coooooourse! HOW CUTE! C:”

Goddamit, this is the AU that’s ENDING ME and I happilly accept this end. BOTH GAMES ARE TOO GOOD UNGH MIXING THEM IS LIKE MIXING EPIC WITH EPIC, YOU GET EPIC SQUARE.

Just- imagine that. B|

It’s Final Gyakuten Saiban Fantasy XV. Also known as Final Ace Attorney Fantasy XV. It sounds- weird now that I read it, BUT IT’S THE MOST EPIC GAME/STORY YOU WILL EVER ENCOUNTER.

Noctis Wright Caelum, rookie defense attorney in the job. He likes blue and black suits and has a spiky black hair, and usually comes up with ideas as he’s on the go. He’s usually “wright” ;D

Meet his mentor! Cor Leonis, a more experienced defense attorney and friend to Noctis’ dad, an attorney retired due to health problems (now worries, he’s fine now that he gets to rest). Cor Leonis, usually coming off as rather serious and cold, but is actually a very caring and friendly ally during trial.

His son, Prompto, a rather bouncy and slightly hyperactive young boy, Noctis’ age, passionate for photography, and with rather poor comprehension of the law, BUT incredibly useful when it comes to seeing people’s lies and contradictions.

And on the prosecution’s side, we have one Ignis Scientia! With a mysterious background, Ignis is smart, calculating, sly, dark, and he’s tagged as a genius, having started at age 19/20 and not having lost one single case up until now. And his mentor, oh, yes, the man that took him under his wing when Ignis lost his father under mysterious circumstances…

Caligo von Uldor, a FUCKING PIECE OF GARBAGE.

And he grows up next to one grey haired and slightly aggressive, super sassy Aranea, who started prosecution at age THIRTEEN because she’s a bloody genius. And cheats sometimes. Because she’s still a mercenary as a lawyer but HEY I DIDN’T MAKE THE RULES.

And let’s not forget the friendly and adorable detective Gladiolus Amicitia, a guy that may come off as tough looking at first, but is really just a noodle-obsessed pet-lover flirty adorable precious angel that just wants justice and for everyone to be happy and for those he cares about to be safe. He has absolute devotion to and admires prosecutor Ignis Scientia a lot and would do ANYTHING for him… :’3

Detective Gladio likes to hang with the dog-in-training at the police department Umbra! A NICE FLUFFEEH ADORABLE LITTLE BOY THAT WILL EAT ALL THE SAMURAI HOT DOGS IN ONE GO!

And I would talk about the mysterious prosecutor Armaugh, and maybe also about Cor’s former and apparently now dead boyfriend defense attorney Weskham, but that’s- quite a long story and I’m not sure I should write it all XD

GASPS.

Bro.

Bro…

Twins Stella & Lunafreya…

YOU KNOW FOR WHICH ROLES.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*HEAD EXPLODES DUE TO MINDBLOW*

CAN TALCOTT BE PEARLY PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Yes. Simply…simply YES to this AU… ;A;

[[There’s no more under the cut other than my own thoughts. It’s not a long answer but I’ll add a keep reading here, buddy c:]]

I recently beat the Ace Attorney trilogy for the first time just a few weeks ago and I’m still absolutely enamored and in love with it. I didn’t think it would be more than just funny criminal cases, didn’t know there was an entire plot and character building and development in there, and I had of course close to not a single idea I would fall for this series SO DEEP AND SO HARD.

And now, thinking about it mixed with the GLORIOUS FFXV that is sorta special to me…

*SOBS*I CAN’T.

THIS IS THE PERFECT CROSSOVER/AU AND I’M STILL IN THAT NECESSITY FOR IT ADH AHSDAS DHA *BAWLS*

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGH.

Thank you so much for sharing this with me. As I was playing I was trying to think of some way to mix it with FFXV but didn’t put much brain in it. But YOU, my friend, you landed it PERFECTLY and so exquisitely. URGH. Your ask was so glorious to receive and to read through because YES to everything!!!

I’M ALL THE WAY INTO IT FOR ACE ATTORNEY AND FFXV /AND/ FOR ACE ATTORNEY X FFXV ASDKJFKSDJFDS ;A;

I was so happy to receive something AA too, ahaha. I don’t talk much about it because 99% of the people follow me due to FFXV but I’d do it gladly anytime, so I’m SUPER HAPPY that you talked about it with me. BOTH GAMES FILL ME SO MUCH OF SO MANY AND SO INTENSE FEELS HFNJGNF

Now I desperately need art for this. Godot!Weskham, Prosecutor!Ignis, Detective!Gladio…URGH. IT’S ALL TOO GOOD AND THE MENTAL IMAGES IN MY HEAD ARE BRILLIANT (ﾉД`)

GODS, thank you so much for reacing out to me with this LOVELY and wonderful ask. I’M SO INTO THIS HELL AND AU AND I’D GLADLY TALK ABOUT IT ANY DAMN TIME AGAIN KALSDJKLDSFJD

Thank you so, so, so much for dropping this INCREDIBLY LOVELY ask in! I CAN’T TELL YOU HOW EPIC IT TRULY IS, AT LEAST TO ME, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Now I’m gonna be thinking about this FOREVER

(; ω ; )

I hope you’re having a WONDERFUL day or night, buddy! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

#ffxv x ace attorney #coonanswers #glacian-apocalypse #fave!#OKJASDKLDSDJSD #CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS AU PLS #IT'S GREAT AND I LOVE IT

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Sunday 19th August, 2018

Dear Blank,

I don’t know what to say... I am not okay or maybe I am, but I’m not feeling enough so I’m not okay.

I don’t even know how I’m feeling.

I found a boy.

He is my friends with benefit, and he is so sweet. He is the one who can shuffle cards, and he cuddles me and holds me, stroking my hair, and for those few minutes, I wish I could lay like that forever. It’s been so long since someone took care of me, it’s been so long since I felt someone’s body against mine, I feel so overwhelmed.

I want to run away from it, and I want to hide in him at once.

But he won’t let me run away, because he’s holding on to me tightly, but he won’t let me hide in him too.

I don’t love him or like him romantically, but I feel like just by being with him I am dragging into a mess that he shouldn’t be in. He is just a fucking kid, and I’m telling him the deepest shit from my life... He is just a kid, he will be so upset once he finds out how truly fucked up I am.

I am on call with him right now, because I am so stupid, and clumsy and can’t do everything right, and I messed up and sent him the wrong snap. And he screenshotted like he screenshots everything, and then became nosy, and was like hoe, whats this?

I tried avoiding it but it didn’t work, and now its 2:35am on a Monday, and I feel better.

But the thing is, this is momentary. It will fade away, and I’ll go back to feeling like I’m trapped in a life that doesn’t belong to me.

I’ll make this one about him, the handsome, intelligent and amazing kid. He told me not call him a kid, because he is just childish, but is more mature than me. I’m rolling my eyes, Blank, and I’m sure so are you.

He is adorable, sweet and so so innocent.

Also, I don’t think he realises when I call people kid, I’m actually making them a permanent part of my life. Almost like I’m letting them in, ya feel, Blank?

Sometimes I get so scared he’ll think that I’ve started to love him. The thing is I won’t and if I do, I’ll fall out of it in an instant before he could even realise it, because my brain will tell me how wonderful and beautiful he is, and how I’m nothing compared to that.

He is so kind to me, and he kisses me. He holds my hand even though his potential girlfriends might see just because I like it. But I take my hand away because I don’t want people to know that something is happening between us. It makes him look bad.

He snapped me a picture of myself, ordering coffee, and I was repulsed by it. I woke up the next morning, looked at it, and still felt like puking when I saw how much of the screen space I took. But he, he took that picture, tried my drink, kissed me and then made out with me in the park on a rainy afternoon.

How could he do that?

Is he really that desperate?

But he is so attractive and tall. His laugh is cute as well, and his brain is super smart, and his funny. He can easily find a girl, but he sure does know how to pick’em. I’m not faking about Crim girl, Blank, she’s cool. I’m about quiz, and she pisses me off.

He pretends to be all tough, mean and judgmental, but he is the softest little puddle of puppy cuteness you’ll ever find. And his adorable puppy dog eyes are just proof of that, but that goddamn girl. That girl is using him.

But I got mad at him tonight, so he told her it was the last time he was “helping” her. Help? She was honeybaiting him into doing her quizzes, and he is stupid enough to do it in the name of friendship.

The thing is I have friends, we are friends. But I don’t ask him to take a quiz for me, even when we have the same classes. No, instead, I would ask for his help and then work on it.

He is a great friend though. He is always paitent, and listening. His words can sometimes seem harsh, but they are always made with the warmest of intentions, that make it smoothly sink down your throat sweetly.

Also, he gives me his scarfs because: 1) I get cold, quicker than a freshly landed grandma from fiji. 2) I love the way he smells, so he gives it to me so I can sleep with it.

The last time I went to his house, we fucked.

It was amazing, he was amazing.

He loves seeing my reactions when he fingers me, and I love sucking his dick lmao. I didn’t know I’d be a dick sucker, turns out I am.

He is so perfect, its so hard not to fall in love with him, but it’s easy for me not to.

I won’t ruin a good friendship and fuck buddy, because of the new shiny thing is momentarily blinding me from the reality of love never really existing.

I mean, love does, just not for me.

Blank, I sent an application to the counsellors; I am scared now. I am so afraid, I don’t know what to do. And I have exams coming up but omg, I don’t think I can do it.

Fuck, Blank.

It’s almost as if I’m ruining my life, myself.

Also, he says stuff that I need to hear. He makes me believe him, and I don’t like it. It will end in pain anyways, it’ll hurt less if this stopped now, but he won't let go.

At least not yet, I am still shining and fresh out of the package. I still smell of plastic and factory chemicals, but once the smells disappear and my colours fade, he’ll leave. It’s just a matter of time; for him to leave, and for me to get myself ready.

Btw, he is amazing, handsome, smart, tall, intelligent, can play the piano, is funny, makes the best fanfics, and has three hands Blank. He is truly wonderful and I hope he finds a girl just as amazing.

THE SKY:

I haven’t seen much of the sky recently, but the last I remember was in his kitchen. He was washing the dishes, and I was cutting the ingredients because he wanted to make food together. I remember looking out and seeing a clear blue sky with the fluffiest whites clouds, and his face in front of it.

His adorable sloping nose, and short eyelashes. He is truly beautiful, and when his dark brown eyes meet mine, it makes my tummy stop, and then he places his hands on my waist, pulls me closer and kisses me.

It makes my tummy churn, and I ask him if he feels the same in his tummy. He says no, and I look out the window and realised it was a cloudy day after all. It was raining when I came over to his house.

I am always the silly one.

omfg, blank, i swear i do not like him.

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#my diary #fwb #boy #sky #I don't love him I swear #he's just really really nice

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dancingalone21 · 7 years

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Single - Part 2

Summary: Dean tries to plan a camping trip for his son and the reader doesn’t make it easy for him.

Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,578

Part 1

"Dean!" Sam's been pounding on his brother's front door for minutes now but there's been no answer. Which is odd considering his precious Impala is parked right in the driveway.

Sam forgoes being polite and proceeds to barge in using his spare key. He's met with the sound of Metallica's Fade To Black blaring throughout the house.

The younger Winchester peeks into the backyard and he spots his nephew Drew running around. Sam decides to say hi first before tracking down his brother.

"Hey kid!"

"Uncle Sam!" Drew races right over with his large Rottweiler Spike close behind.

"What's with the music, buddy?" Sam wonders scratching Spike behind the ears.

"Dad's stressed out." Drew rolls his eyes making his uncle laugh.

"Over what?"

"Dinner I guess. He told me to play outside."

Sam nods his head in confusion before marching inside towards the loud noise. He enters the kitchen to see his brother looking completely overwhelmed.

"What the hell is going on, man?" Sam questions turning the music down to catch Dean's attention.

"I'm just getting shit ready for dinner. What's the problem?" He scowls, now searching for a big enough bowl for the pasta salad.

"I suspect your weird behavior has something to do with Mikey's mom..."

"Aunt. And no it has nothing to do with Y/N."

"Right." Sam quirks an eyebrow. "So is she hot?"

"Oh my god. So hot." Dean instantly growls realizing that he was just tricked.

"There are plenty of hot people in the world, Sammy." He snaps wanting to wipe away his younger brother's smirk.

"Uh huh."

"Jesus Christ." Dean groans opening the pantry. "Can baked beans be considered a vegetable?"

"Uh no. You want to have a vegetable?"

"Chicks eat vegetables don't they?"

"Yeah. Not always though. Corn on the cob usually goes well with grilled food." Sam replies twisting the cap off of a beer.

"Son of a bitch! I didn't think of that."

"I doubt anyone will care that there's no vegetables. Other than me." Sam jokes but he only gets an obnoxious scoff in response.

"Y/N must be special if you're putting in all of this effort. Especially when it's not a date."

"A date? Yeah right. I don't see that ever happening. There's just...there's something off about her."

"What do you mean?"

"She's completely immune to my charms!" Dean exclaims outraged.

"Holy shit. I never thought I'd see the day." Sam replies with a smile.

"Dude. I called Y/N attractive and she looked at me like I offended her. Then I continued to throw out more adjectives but I got nothing. Like no reaction. What the hell is that?!"

"She sounds like a smart girl."

"I hate you." Dean grumbles as he checks the silverware drawer to make sure it's all clean.

"The woman is feisty. And if she's feisty normally then in the bedroom she..."

"Shut up." Sam interjects, there's no way in hell he wants to get that visual.

"You don't even care if Mikey goes camping do you?"

"Of course I do!"

"Nope. This dinner is happening because of Y/N. You can't stand that a girl you want doesn't like you back."

"Oh please, dude. The girl called me ancient and pointed out my gray hairs." Dean counters sending Sam into a laughing fit.

"I like her already." He gets out ignoring Dean's dirty glare.

"Whatever, asshole." Dean responds chucking a hot dog roll at his brother's head.

"What's for dessert...pie?" Sam asks with amusement.

"Of course."

"I hope you bought something else too. What if Y/N doesn't like pie?"

"Then she will get kicked out of this house. I'm not dealing with that nonsense." Dean declares firmly.

"You're such a catch. I can't believe Y/N isn't interested in you." Sam mocks him.

Dean flips him the bird, refusing to waste any more energy on his little brother. Besides, he has more important shit to worry about. Like that you'll be showing up in no time and he still needs to take a shower and get dressed.

Noticing the time himself, Sam sends both Dean and Drew upstairs to get cleaned up while he takes over in the kitchen. He's not a chef by any means but his wife Jess has taught him a thing or two over the years.

Drew and Spike suddenly come barreling into the kitchen, his nephew then focuses his big green eyes on one of his favorite things. Pie. Apple pie to be exact.

"Uncle Sam...can I please have some?" He asks drooling over the dessert on the high counter.

"You're definitely your father's son." Sam mumbles with a shake of his head.

"Huh?" Drew pulls his attention away for two seconds then settles back on the pie. He does his best to reach for it but Sam pushes it away from his grasp.

"Hey!"

"You can have some after dinner, man. You now the rules. If you're hungry, have a yogurt or something."

"A yogurt?" Drew pouts almost looking disgusted. Yup. Definitely Dean's son.

Sam's about to reply when he hears the doorbell ring. Of course Dean isn't finished getting ready yet, the dumb ass is taking his sweet time.

With a labored sigh, Sam swings open the front door to see a very pretty young woman and a kid around Drew's age.

"Hi. You guys must be Y/N and Mikey. I'm Sam." He greets holding out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Sam." You smile before casting your eyes down to the heavy plate in your hand.

"Oh I brought chocolate chip cookies." You add softly.

"Cool! The Winchesters definitely like cookies. Come on in." Sam chuckles gesturing for you to follow him.

You and Mikey are barely in the house two seconds before Drew pops into the room to steal his friend away. You glance around the house and you're pleasantly surprised that it's very clean and impressively decorated. Dean is definitely gaining brownie points for this.

"My brother should be down any minute, he just jumped in the shower." Sam explains. "How about a drink?"

"Sure. I'll have a beer if you have it." You respond anxiously, you need to get some alcohol into your system. A strange smirk crosses Sam's face before he leaves and it makes you wonder what he’s thinking.

"Here ya go, Y/N." He strides fast in your direction with his long legs before plopping down onto the leather couch. You join him and curiously watch as he sips his beer.

"What was that?"

"What?" Sam repeats back.

"I don't know. When I asked for a beer, your reaction was weird." You chuckle nervously. Realization hits him and he shoots you a genuine smile.

"You're from Boston." Sam states. "I heard the accent when you said 'beer'. And I can hear it now that you're talking more."

"And that's funny..." You quirk an eyebrow.

"No. It's hilarious. You're gonna eat Dean alive aren't you?" Sam asks looking entertained.

"What the hell are you talking about?" You laugh before chugging down your drink.

"Dean said you didn't react to him like girls usually do. And now I know why. You're not a small town country girl from Kansas. You're a city girl who doesn't take shit especially something like his cocky routine."

"I see." You think back to earlier today and can't help but roll your eyes at the interaction.

"Well Romeo was overconfident at first and then he got kinda...awkward."

"How do I put this." Sam sighs. "My brother usually doesn't have to try with women. A wink and a smile is usually all it takes. So you're like unchartered territory. He doesn't know what the hell to do."

"You seem happy about this." You point out.

"Hell yeah. Don't get me wrong, he's a really good guy but the girls that come easy are clearly not working out for him."

"And you're just assuming that I like him back?" You counter with a crooked smile.

"Don't you?"

"I...I'm not sure. He's obviously cute but we don't know each other. And I've had my share of douchebags so I'm on the cautious side when it comes to dating."

"I hear yeah. I know..."

"Hey Y/N!" Dean swaggers into the living room and holy fuck does he look delicious. His crisp white t-shirt is showing off his muscles perfectly along with his sexy as hell jeans that fit him wonderfully.

"Hey, Dean. Nice of you to join us." You tease with a grin.

"Not everyone is naturally beautiful like you, sweetheart." He answers smoothly with a wink.

Before you can stop it, a giggle leaves your lips and you see Dean's handsome face automatically light up. He's beyond thrilled to get this reaction from you and it shows. You glance at Sam and he has a knowing smile plastered on his face.

"Let's head outside, guys. I can fire up the grill." Dean claps his hands together looking excited.

You and Sam both move off of the couch but Sam stops you from trailing behind. He quickly checks to make sure Dean is out of earshot before turning to you.

"Hey. Do me a favor." Sam says quietly.

"What?"

"When it's time for dessert, Dean will be bringing out an apple pie. When he offers it to you, tell him that you don't like it."

"But I do like pie." You raise your eyebrows confused.

"I just want to test something. Please?" The tall bastard uses some sort of trickery with huge puppy dog eyes and it makes you give in.

"I guess. Are you sure?"

"Trust me." Sam replies with a devilish grin.

Part 3

#sam winchester #sam winchester au #single #dean winchester #dean winchester au #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #supernatural #supernatural au #spn reader insert #SPN #Jensen Ackles #supernatural fanfic

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thebuniperspective-blog · 6 years

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“I have literally never sinned” My Complex Feelings About Watching Lindsay Ellis’s Videos

I have a history with Lindsay that for years now I’ve refused to think about. I don’t think this is going to reconnect us at all or anything, but I’ve been watching her stuff and I wanted to talk about...PTSD!

PTSD is like, it happens. I didn’t know that it could happen to me until my puppy died. OH HEY! This blog has a dead puppy in it, so let’s go.

When I lived in Michigan I wasn’t happy. Leaving LA broke me. I felt like an utter failure. I wasn’t very interested in sex, I was desperate to get high as possible and drawing as much as I could.

At this time, I was drawing all the Channel Awesome people as steampunk heroes.

Andrew Dickman did this to much more deserved acclaim, with his super heroes. I got Lindsay’s attention on a livestream and then at MAGFest we hung out and had a great time. Taht convention was the best time of my life, nothing before compared to that long weekend in DC.

I promise to have a happy, fun blog talking all about that time. Buuutttt, learning to foxtrot with Kyle, defining Internet Personalities with Vangelous and waving a sonic screwdriver at Kyle (again) while Linkara was setting up his big crossover.

But coming out as bi and polly feels much better. Admitting I love Meghan and Heather to my family was more important, making them see that I would not stop Heather from finding love anymore than she was going to stop me. Embracing my love of femboys and twinks has really made my feel...whole. And the comic we are writing wouldn’t happen without me coming out.

So blah blah Lindsay and I have history. Then the depression really took hold.

I want to say that this sounds blamey. It’s just stuff that triggered my depression, so take it understanding that this stuff isn’t an issue for me now.

My brothers were part of it, they made making my show feel like a burden. No one wanted to make The Bunny Perspective and that included me.

The Bunny Perspective unraveling is a blog for another day but the Sifl and Olly and Stuck reviews broke the show.

Then ConBravo happened and during the panel I was featured in with the other Chez producers, I wasn’t asked a single question. And she didn’t see me at my panel making puppets with Dan where I was likeable and happy.

After Lindsay fired me and Justin killed himself I was done. I tried a bunch of things to make reviewing and the whole Channel Awesome personality cult work for me, but I couldn’t. Art wasn’t fun and then my Cintiq broke so digital art was much much more difficult.

But my depression got more manageable. I changed my diet, started just playing games League mostly, and my mom got a dog. A pomeranian puppy we named Ripley. She’s white and smol and perfect. And still alive. And I LOVE this dog. She is the first dog I ever loved.

So last year mom said she was gonna have too many dogs and asked if I wanted Ripley and I said YES. Then she realised she loved Rip too much and wanted to keep her, so I say, ‘Just get me a pom’ and she did.

And I killed it. His name was Marvin, a black male and he choked on food I gave him. He died in my hands. Died with crying and wailing. “Come on buddy.” I’m crying...hang on...

Chaos is real, be kind.

I’ll talk more about that later, it’s just to frame the fact that I realise I have PTSD and that many, many people must also have all kinds of levels of stress when a bad memory is triggered.

I get visions of my dead dog sometimes, at random and I have really talk myself down. That dog dying was so traumatic I barely remember any of it, good or bad.

Lindsay is a trigger for me. Not as big of course, but watching her videos made me realise I miss talking to her. That is so fucked up to admit but here I am. I miss talking to her so much.

I never wanted to date Lindsa. I just liked her. We got each other in a weird ways and were so different about so many things. I remember her drunkenly demanding I defend My Little Pony, it was funny. She was challenging to talk to. It’s refreshing to have people who see a perspective like your own, but not your own.

Then she was super shitty to my girlfriend.

I’m not gonna rehash it here, it’s not that it wasn’t really miserable thing that Lindsay did, I just also see her perspective too. But yea, ConBravo was when I think Lindsay and crew really saw that:

A) I had problems too big to deal with, depression and mood unpredictability

B) dropping me would not effect their audience

I don’t blame them, just wish it wasn’t so coldly done. I wish they had cared more. I get the idea Lindsay couldn’t tell me, so Nella did. Again, this isn’t like...I’m not trying to be mean, just like...blah blah drama

I wish I had a chance to take some time off and try coming back with a new show. But I assume they didn’t think I was capable of changing or whatever.

I’ve been watching Lindsay’s videos. They are fucking good. They are good in ways I frankly didn’t expect.

Lindsay has always made better content than her peers. I feel like she’s really making stuff she likes now. That’s really great. Her episode on Aids and on Guardians were particularly insightful and as someone that REALLY relates to Rocket Raccoon, it was one that made me cry.

But I mean I cry all the time.

Anyway. I’m gonna subscribe and click the dumb fucking bell icon and *jerk off motion* and blah blah...I miss having friends.

I have always had an extremely hard time asking for help. I still do.

But now two smart, cute amazing girls love me. Really care about me and are helping me write the best thing I’ve ever written (not this blog, you’ll see soon enough). I finally have a life goal and trying to make friends with my old friends would help me with that.

I really miss Lindsay, more than I ever thought I did. I thought I missed Kyle, but I think that pales compared to the void Lindsay leaving my life left. I’ve filled that void, I’d like to talk to her again, especially now that I don’t want anything from her but a good conversation.

#chanel awesome #lindsay ellis #nostalgia chick #conbravo #im sorry #depression #youtube #friendship

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spoonfullofsugaa-blog1 · 7 years

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A Dogs Purpose:

For me it was almost therapeutic. There’s something special about pets that only pet owners can understand and that is that animals have the gift of loving utterly unconditionally. They also have the ability to open you to love in a new way. Their spirits connect to us in a manner that is almost of that of a soul mate.

Bailey, literally bridged the gap for me in my house. Living at home with my parents after living on my own through college is …. let’s just call it, different– maybe even humbling? Bailey was my buddy, he was my way to remove myself from the growing pains myself and my parents battle with each other far to often. He was my hobby, my reason to get outside and enjoy the sunlight even when I felt like I didn’t want too.. the expected happy to see you face always waiting for me after the longest of days. We didn’t talk school, work, money, boys lol but even when we did he was a great listener! He kept me grounded, patient, he was always loyal & never hesitated to let me know when his water bowl needed some lovin’ lol Bailey was more than just a pet.

Although I’d adopted Bailey when he was a year old he’d entered my family with all his silly puppy tendencies 🐶. When I first discussed bringing a dog into my home with my parents it was a strong no go. However after everyone’s first encounter with Bailey, who at the time was “Ramon” (the name they’d given him at the shelter lol how awful… sorry to all the Ramon’s out there the name just didn’t suit him!) there was no denying him into our home. I was so scared at first! I literally called my best friend and cried to her on the phone that I’d maybe not have been ready to take on such a huge responsibility but she reassured me that I was more than qualified to be a fabulous dog mom, & with her being a dog owner herself I trusted her advice.

He was hilarious in the beginning we were both newbies to the game of owner vs puppy lol. Day one he was brought in and taken to a groomer, so handsome after his bath and hair cut! I brought him home and laid his bed out for him…. where do you think that man slept? He jumped right into my bed, made himself comfortable and snuggled up next to me. Training a dog is no joke, especially considering Bailey had come from a shelter… I had no idea of his previous history. Nevertheless, Bailey is a smart young man, he catches on quickly; the real issue I faced was that when I wasn’t home to reinforce some of the important things, my parents wouldn’t really pick up the slack … “he’s too cute,” was my mom’s favorite excuse for all the extra treats lol. Eventually they caught on and we built some routines with him, it was pretty good.

He and my dad became best buds quicker than I could have EVER imagined. Now let me tell y'all something about my dad, this man does not believe in dogs living inside the house. He’s is an island man who stands by the notion that animals live outside while we humans occupy the indoors. So you can imagine my dad wanted no parts in taking care of Mr. Bailey … that didn’t last too long, before you knew it my dad was sending me funny pics and videos of he and bailey spending time together… I guess they connected on the basis that they were the only two men in the house lol. Bailey and my dad went on walks together, had special commands only they knew, and literally had a bond that was different than any other.. it was really sweet.

After long days at work, at school, or just from life in general it was always refreshing to come home to that love. It’s always expected, always energetic, that “always happy to see you” love. I’ll never take that love for granted I’m blessed to have experienced it in my lifetime. Don’t get me wrong okay, Bailey wasn’t the perfect dog, we had our moments, days, etc. but I wouldn’t have traded any of it.

Part of Baileys purpose in my life was for patience. He literally gave me no other choice but to have patience, and in return he gave me love, peace, and joy. Three things in enjoy very much. He was also a reality check that I might not actually be ready to be fully responsible for another life, my parents were such a great help with him when I had school or had to study all night into the morning & work. They really helped me with him so much and I definitely appreciated that.

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt like hell to let him go. I literally spent nights alone in bed crying because I felt so alone without him, but it was something I had to do. I couldn’t manage taking care of him along with all of the other important things I had to do, and I didn’t want to stress my parents out anymore with him becoming their responsibility. It is also very expensive to keep a pet … let me rephrase that, a HEALTHY pet… VET BILLS ARE NOT A JOKE !! I couldn’t afford it alone, and with all my parents do for me I hated putting the expense on them.

It is a tough tough tough thing to come to terms with. I’m still very choked up about it, and it kicks in randomly, sometimes in the mornings or late at nights… sometimes when I’m coming into the house expecting him to greet me with some lovinnnn’… even when I’m occupied at work, I think about him, and I miss him so much.

Luckily I was able to give him to the best little princess ever, my niece Savannah, who is SO smart and so prepared to take my place in being Bailey’s doggie mommy. My niece is so much like me sometimes it scares me, she’s also wanted a dog for a long time and was promised one for her 10th birthday. When she turned 10 my brother was ready to look into adopting. I wasn’t ready to give Bailey up although it was part of the plan that when I went to medical school Savannah and AJ (my nephew) would take Bailey… welp.. there was no waiting if they didn’t get Bailey, they were going to adopt another dog, which might’ve left Bailey out of that picture. It took me a lot of praying and talking to myself about it & getting that month long internship in Spain for the summer. Because I knew I would have less time to be with him in the next coming months to Year, then I’d be applying to med school and eventually studying elsewhere…I knew this was something I had to do.

He is happy, my niece and nephew are happy, he’s in a great place & I’m glad I was able to keep him in the family. I can’t help to to miss him every day more and more but I know that feeling won’t be so bad as time goes on… right? … I hope so at least…

Don’t take for granted the love your pet gives you, their purpose is so deeply correlated to the love that feeds our souls, it’s a beautiful thing💕

#puppylove #dogstory #dog #doglog #bailey #growingpains #growwithme

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New Post has been published on https://tlcrescuepa.com/week-end-update-no-joke-its-april-already/

Week-End Update: No Joke, It's April Already!

Can you believe it’s already April? Last night’s ballgames were no joke with both Gonzaga & North Carolina winning close games with 77 points – we hope your bracket still has at least one team that will be playing tomorrow night. As for us, we had some big winners of our own, with our sweet girl Matilda finally making her match.

Also adopted were Ariel’s pups Louie & Rajah, and their Aunt Winnie (who is Ariel’s sister, and mom to our recent W litter of pups)

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Louie

Rajah

Winnie

Matilda

We, of course, have some pupdates to share as well:

Sophie

“Three years ago we adopted Sophie from you, she had many obstacles to overcome but has turned out to by a love, which proves love , patience and rescue works. We love this pup ,…thank you.”

Elsie FKA Elsa

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“We adopted our Puggle Elsie (formerly Elsa) from TLC in October 2016. We are absolutely in love with Elsie and she completes our family in ways we never imagined. The kids adore our “fur baby” and she gets lots of love and attention every day. She is a very funny dog and a perfect mix of active (beagle) and chill (pug). She loves to take walks around the neighborhood and lay in the sun. She even finds the sunny spots in the house and camps there. Everyone who meets Elsie falls instantly in love. She’s such a great dog. We are so lucky to have found her and appreciate all the wonderful things TLC Rescue does.”

Sweetie

“Sweetie is great! We are keeping her name. She’s still getting into a routine. Had an accident yesterday (no fun on shag rug) and is very anxious in the crate at night (managed to shred the sheet that was UNDER the crate), but she is walking beautifully and is so sweet and gentle. We feel very lucky to have her. She has her first vet appointment Saturday and we already have a trainer lined up to help with her separation anxiety. She is absolutely wonderful with our cat! They are going to be best friends as soon as the cat fully trusts her. I will send pics as soon as we have some good ones.

Thanks again, for our little love!“

Jack

“Jack is doing great and has been nothing but the center of attention for the past week! Everyone loves him and he loves everyone even more. I will be keeping his name as is. Thanks for the tips and reminders!”

Wendy FKA Windy

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“This our girl Wendy we adopted her from TLC in Nov. she likes to stick her tongue out she’s such a sweet girl thank you TLC.“

Quill FKA McGill

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“So I decided to go with the name Quill. It has a long story behind it but I knew before I got him that I would use that name. He is settling well. First night was a bit rough but since, he has adjusted to the daily routine of our house. He fits right in here :).

I have scheduled a vet check-up for tomorrow. I will bring in all my paperwork for it. I will double check on the microchip to make sure everything is good.

Yes, I will have to look into some training. He has been good so far with potty and crate training. He also hasn’t chewed much besides his toys. He’s a good boy but I would definitely look into connecting with them soon.

I will definitely share pictures and send updates! I have attached a couple of my favorites so far. Thank you again for all your assistance helping me find Quill. “

Chet

“Chet is doing great and he’s our wonderful sweet boy! He has become totally part of our family! He is getting much better at coming when called as well as giving the ball and/or dropping something he should not have.

Steps are still a big challenge…but we don’t go to our basement that much but when we do it would be great if he would too…not sure how to overcome. I tried all kinds of suggestions but he gets too scared and we don’t want to traumatize him.

Attached is at Christmas when he was ready for our guests! “

Max II

“Max is settling in very well, he seems to really like his new home and he has been a blast. He’s a great running buddy and we can’t wait to go camping with him. We have a vet appointment scheduled for tomorrow and we’ll have the chip checked then. Thanks again for introducing us to our new furry family member 🙂 “

Mussels FKA Squirt

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“Oh we love our Mussels (Squirt). He is doing great he was fixed. He loves people and kids, loves other dogs in the neighborhood. Mussels is awesome he loves running outside with the kids and also is the best snuggle bug.

We are currently looking for an invisible fence, not ideal but we have a little over an acre of land so to fence the whole yard would be a fortune. We are still working on some potty training but working on it.

Besides the potty there really are no other issues. What every his makeup is, it is awesome he is so friendly. If you every get another litter of this makeup I would adopt another one.”

Bodie

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“I’ve attached some of our favorite pictures of Bodie so far. He continues to adapt well to our life style and is a constant source of joy and entertainment for us.

Thank you guys for all that you do!”

Nala

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“Nala is doing great during her first week! She is very lovey and just such a joy. There have been some rocky patches, we have some pretty bad separation anxiety- she even ripped apart the plastic bottom of her crate. Not by chewing either, this was broken with her paws! Other than that we are thoroughly crate and house training. She is great with commands and has only had one accident in the house! Crate training is getting better with each day. She has a vet appointment and we are having a fence installed tomorrow so she will be even happier!”

Charlie FKA Crybaby

“Charlie is doing well and we love him to pieces. He still has some anxiety issues but we are working through them. I have attached a picture.”

Pearl FKA Kacie

“Thank you for the hello. Our little Pearl puppy is now pretty big. She is the best dog ever, so many sweet stories about her greatness. She is so cute, smart, loyal, obedient, friendly, dog and kid friendly, well mannered, healthy……….We hit the jackpot!

Hooray 4 To Love a Canine!”

Maddie FKA Kari

“Kari, now Maddie, celebrated her 1 year adoptiversary. Her mom wrote: “Thanks for reaching out to us! We are totally in love with our Maddie. She’s such a sweet heart and a huge part of our family. Thank you!“

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