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[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Three - Playdate

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Daniel held Olivia's hands as they walked towards the house. There was a cat sat outside of the door, watching as the approached. When they got too close, the cat scarpered, running into the neighbours garden.

Stepping up to the door, Daniel knocked. He squeezed Olivias hand as they waited for the door to open.

"Coming!" Came a faraway voice. In no time at all the door was open and Y/N was welcoming the two of them into her house.

"Hey Olivia!" Y/N cheered as she pulled open the door.

Daniel grinned as he and his daughter stepped inside. "Hey," he said as Y/N shut the door. "Thanks for doing this." He muttered the last part, trying not to let Olivia hear him.

"It's no problem," she said, walking in front of them and leading them into the living room. "Can I get either of you something to drink?"

As soon as Olivia was in the living room, Milo was on his feet, shouting his name as he ran towards her. The two embraced and Milo pulled her into the middle of the room, where he had a collection of toys already set out. "My Momma said we can watch a movie while we play," he said, sitting on the floor.

As the two began playing, Daniel sat on one of the sofas and Y/N walked in with glasses of water for her guests. "What're we watching, kids?" She asked as she sat on the opposite side of the sofa to Daniel.

"Barbie," Olivia said instantly.

"Momma no! I don't want to watch barbie!" Milo suddenly called.

Y/N opened a streaming service and began scrolling through the kids section. "How about we find something we can all agree on?" She said calmly as she searched for a movie.

They settled on the Lorax. The kids played as Daniel and Y/N watched over them, the film playing in the background.

As they played, Y/N shuffled closer to Daniel. "I wasn't sure what to get for dinner so I got several different pizzas. I hope that's okay."

"That's more than okay," Daniel said as he took off his Red Bull hat. "Olivia doesn't get pizza very often."

"Why's that?" She asked as she looked at him, her body full turned towards him (this didn't go unnoticed by Milo and Olivia).

Daniels fingers drummed against the arm of the sofa. "She might have it at her mums place, but Livvy insists she eats like me when she's at mine so she can be just like her daddy."

Before Y/N could push for more information, Olivia turned around. "Daddy, shut up!" She called.

Suddenly, Daniel levelled her with a look. "Do you want to try that again, little lady?"

She blushed pink and looked down at her socks. "Daddy, could you be quiet so Milo and I can watch the TV?"

It was better, but Olivia still could have been politer. But Daniel let it go. He didn't push, didn't want to embarrass her in front of her friend.

Towards the end of the movie Y/N got up. She stood from the sofa and walked out of the room, leaving them there while she went to the kitchen. With the doors open, she could hear as the kids watched TV and played while she put the pizzas in the oven and set a timer on her phone.

After a short episode of scooby doo, the kids were sat at the kitchen table, two pizzas in front of them. They picked and chose which pizza they wanted, leaving what they didn't. Y/N knew they'd never eat it all, leaving what they didn't want for her and Daniel.

After they had eaten, Milo pulled Olivia out of the kitchen, and up to his bedroom. Poppy that cat had made her way up to his bedroom while they were all downstairs, sleeping on Milo's bed. But, as soon as she heard them running up the stairs, she scarpered, running down the stairs and out of the cat flap.

Full and tired from an afternoon of playing, Milo and Olivia soon found themselves asleep on the floor. Their parents found them when Y/N gave Daniel and tour of their small house. She picked up Milo and placed him in his bed as Daniel scooped up Olivia.

"I guess we should get going," he said, holding her in his arms.

Y/N looked towards her bedroom. She and Daniel hadn't had a proper chance to talk, and she wanted to know more. He was intriguing, incredibly so, and she wasn't ready to say goodbye. Not yet. "Well, you could let her have a nice little sleep in here," she said and pushed open her bedroom door.

Daniel grinned as he walked Olivia into the bedroom. He laid her down onto the bed and laid her down in it, pulling the blankets up to her chin.

Leaving the door open to give her some light, Y/N took Daniel back downstairs. They walked through the kitchen and out into the back garden. The porch light was on as they sat on the swinging chair and faced each other. "Can I ask you something rather personal?" She asked as she gently rocked the chair with her foot.

"Go for it," Daniel replied, Poppy the cat suddenly jumping up between them. She ignored her owner, immediately settling onto Daniels lap, promptly falling asleep.

Y/N sucked in a deep breath. It was something that had been weighing on her mind for the last week, something that Milo had told her when he first met Olivia. "Milo says Olivia doesn't like her mum. Can I ask what that's about?"

The smile dropped from Daniel’s face. He did that a lot, Y/N had begun to realise from the two times she had met him, He shifted in his seat as he scratched at Poppy’s coat. “Olivia doesn’t talk to me about what happens at her mum’s house. But she does talk to my parents. She doesn’t hit her, but she does make her miserable. Olivia gets locked in her room whenever she shows the slightest hint of attitude and her mum’s constant stream of boyfriends piss her off. She said that once, that they piss her off. I’ll let you guess where she learned that.”

Daniel went on, becoming more and more distressed. But Poppy pawing at his leg stopped him. He scratched at her chin and looked at Y/N, letting a smile cross his face. “Anyway,” he said. “My turn with the deep questions.”

He asked the one question Y/N wasn’t keen on answering. Not that she wanted it to be a secret, and she was definitely going to answer him. But after five years it still wasn’t the easiest subject to talk about.

“I was nineteen when I found out I was pregnant with Milo. I told my partner at the time, and he wanted nothing to do with me. I told my parents, and they wanted nothing to do with me. So I took off, moved out here, got a job and gave birth to Milo. It’s been just me and him ever since. His dad knows nothing about him and never will. It’s me and Milo against the world.” She sat up a little straighter. As it got later in the day, the sun began to dip and the air turned ever so slightly colder. “How about you? What happened with you and Olivia’s mother?”

Daniel shrugged his shoulders. He actually shrugged. What kind of response was that? But Y/N said nothing as he began talking. “We were in love, moved too fast. Olivia was born exactly nine months into our relationship, when I was racing in Silverstone-“ A fact Daniel would never forgive himself for, that he missed the birth of his daughter. “-Things had been sour between us since before Olivia was born, but we tried to stay together for her. But we realised she would have been growing up in a shitty environment, so we went our separate ways.”

They continued talking through the night, until Olivia and Milo came running downstairs, now wide away. Milo climbed into his mother’s lap while Olivia grabbed a hold of her father’s arm. “Daddy, can we live here?” She asked, reaching towards Poppy the cat.

Daniel laughed. He went to stand up, moving Poppy from his lap, and scooped Olivia into his arms. “Come on, Badger. Let’s get you home to bed.”

She pouted, laying her head on his shoulder. “Can we come back tomorrow?”

For a minute Daniel looked like he was thinking about it. “We could,” he mused. “Or we could take Y/N and Milo to the park, play on the swings and get some ice cream? How does that sound?”

Both kids cheered.

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[magneto-was-fucking-right]

The Ghost Next Door - Chapter 2

Prompt: After suffering an almost lethal injury in combat, Simon "Ghost" Riley expected a dull, and uneventful leave back at his shitty apartment. His new next-door neighbor ruins his plans. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (named Riley Thomas for plot purposes)

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Disclaimer: slow burn; neighbor!Simon; will eventually contain very graphic descriptions of smut;

Chapter summary: Ghost's neighbor works hard to get in his good graces: her dog, not so much. Word Count: 1.2k

Riley Thomas woke up at 5 in the morning with a skull-splitting headache and a sore neck, as she had fallen asleep awkwardly on her armchair the previous evening. It was her day off, but her body was now so accustomed to the work routine she often had trouble allowing herself to sleep in.

In order to get up, she (sorrowfully) had to move a large cat that lay peacefully on her legs, stretching her aching muscles and cracking her joints before starting her morning routine, which consisted of thoroughly cleaning litter boxes and cages, feeding the animals and making sure they kept as quiet as possible. The rest of the apartment was a complete mess (as well as her looks), but at least the pets were well taken care of. The burnt cookies laid abandoned on her small kitchen table, and she grabbed one off the tray before biting into it and trying not to grimace as she tasted it.

“Fuck that’s awful.”

She made a mental note to deep clean the flat as soon as possible but she knew her exhaustion would make her postpone it as much as possible. Riley had a mission much more important than that: to get into her neighbor’s good graces. The thought of confronting the large, intimidating man once again made her stomach lurch and her body tremble with anxiety, but if she didn’t try there was a good chance she – as well as her rescues - would be homeless in less than a few weeks. So, once her home affairs were sorted, she quickly caught up with her skincare routine, replaced her sweatpants with simple jeans and her tank top for a warm sweater, and leashed an excited young German shepherd she was currently housing to head out to the nearest grocery store.

The early morning daylight barely lit up the dim hallway as she fiddled with her keys and gently tried to push the cat’s head inside the apartment with her foot.

“I’ll be back soon Milo” she whispered softly to the stray cat, trying to lock the door as she fought against the dog’s leash. “Alright, alright…we’re going. Calm down Rex.”

The dog’s tail wagged furiously as he pulled on the leash, sniffing his way across the floor. He barked loudly once he caught the scent of a spot that interested him, and she quickly shushed him, terrified he’d bother the neighbours and get her into more trouble. But just as she was about to pull him towards the staircase, her eyes widened in horror as she watched the young dog squat down quickly on a rug. Her next-door neighbor’s rug. The large, intimidating, broody man. The man she was supposed to impress.

“No no no, please don’t!” she frantically tried to pull on the leash, accessing some sort of damage control if he at least did it in the middle of the hallway instead of right in front of the door, but Rex seemed hellbound on dropping it right there.

“Fuck!” she quickly dropped to her knees, pulling out her dog poo bag and fisting it as fast as humanly possible. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest as she heard the door open right in front of her. Riley felt her mouth dry and her stomach drop. Even Rex stood still, sitting obediently as if he hadn’t just ruined her chances of thriving in that place. She looked up with doe eyes, a deer caught in the headlights as the man in the black facemask stared down blankly at her figure.

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“Did your dog just take a dump on my doorstep?” Simon asked gruffly, dark eyes directed at the young woman’s, as her hand was quite literally deep in shit.

“I-I…” her mouth hung open as she tried to find a hundred different excuses at the same time. “I’m so sorry…” Was the best she could come up with.

Simon cocked his head to the right and stared at her in silence as if trying to make her feel as awkward and uncomfortable as possible. She looked so vulnerable and anxious; it was almost endearing.

She squirmed beneath his intense gaze as she scraped the steaming hot turd as efficiently as possible – to no effect, as it only ingrained itself deeper within the rug’s fibers. “I was just about to take him for a walk…He’s young and still learning and-”

“And?” he teased, interrupting her.

“And I promise I’ll wash your rug! Fuck, I’ll get you a new one if it makes this better!” She looked like she could cry, and Simon was enjoying it.

Just as she was awkwardly getting up, bag full of shit in hand, they heard angry, heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Uh-oh… Here comes trouble.” Simon mocked, extremely interested in the outcome of the next few minutes, leaning against his doorframe, and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, it’s alright…I’m sure Mrs. Parsons will warm up to me…eventually…” the young woman smiled nervously.

The old woman made way through the corridor with her usual scowl and her robe tightly wrapped around her scrawny form, newspaper in hand. She gave Simon’s next-door neighbor and her dog a disgusted look, before indignantly ignoring them.

“Good morning Mrs-”

“Fuck off.” Mrs. Parsons cut her off before she had even finished the sentence, and Simon stifled a chuckle.

“Lovely…” she muttered under her breath, that defeated look back on her face. Her puffy eyes looked worse than in their previous encounter and she forced a smile as if trying to lighten up the mood. “I’m about to get some groceries. I’ll get you that new rug on the way back.”

“Look…” Simon started with a deep sigh, taking a long look behind him at his uninhabited-looking apartment before looking at his wristwatch. “I’m actually in need of some groceries myself. If you help me out, I’ll slide all this under the rug.”

She blinked once in shock, as if trying to comprehend if he was being serious or not. His deadpan expression didn’t help.

“It’s a joke kiddo, lighten’up yeah?” he rolled his eyes at her, before reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.

“Oh…haha” She allowed herself to giggle nervously and rolled back her shoulders, trying to shake the discomfort and relax under his gaze. “Sure, I could do that. Just make me a list of what you need.”

“That’s where it gets complicated. I need everything. I got back from deployment yesterday an’ have nothing to live on.” Simon explained as he passed the young woman 200 pounds in cash. Her eyes went wide as she held the money in her free hand, the stinky bag still occupying the other.

“I don’t know what you like…And you don’t even know me. What if I stole all your money?” she asked and he faked an intimidating glare.

“Well kid, I know where you live.”

“That’s-”

He shut the door on her face and the dog whined softly as if disappointed by the man’s sudden absence.

The young woman sighed deeply.

“You and me both buddy.”

A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying it :) they're about to get closer real soon...

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[harrysmimi]

Grocery Shopping

Synopsis: Harry and YN being domestic

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"Look at him!" YN cooed, watching their new kitten walk out of his carrier.

"He seems a bit hesitant." Harry pointed out.

"He'll get used to it." YN shrugged. It was just today that they got to go pick up their little fur baby. It was love at first sight case with YN and the kitten as he wouldn't leave her. Even now he was waddling upto her. "Look at his little bum!" YN laughed watching his tail up as he walked upto her making Harry giggle as well.

"He's quite fond of you, isn't he?" Harry said, "I don't blame him though."

Harry teased her how men would hit on her randomly, whether it's at the grocery shop or at her cafe. Or even her Turkish neighbour. He didn't mind it because, one, he trusts her and two, it pisses her off and he finds her very adorable with her puffy angry face.

YN was lied om the floor om their bedroom as the kitten approached her, climbing onto her stomach he made his way to her chest lied down and curled up to a ball purring the loudest. "I'm gonna cry. Harry!" She whisper screamed making her Fiancé laugh.

"Why do I think he's gonna steal you from me?" He lied down next to her petting the small animal with his pointer finger.

"Probably the only man I'm gonna gush over after you." She commented, her eyes teary. "I've always wanted a kitten, thank you for agreeing to get one Haz!"

"Awh, love!" He snuggled his nose in her hair. "He's very adorable!"

"He is!" She cooed. "I wanna give him a house tour but I don't wanna get up and ruin his sleep!" And she sobbed quietly.

"Okay... You're gonna cry all day, aren't you?" He found her very adorable in that moment, "aren't you going be up for lunch?"

"I can't. I am now obliged to stay here."

"Yeah? Mr. McKitty have you obliged to stay on the ground as his royal highness naps away?" He poked fun at her.

"Oh for god sake we're not naming him McKitty!" YN rolled her eyes.

"Why? It goes with McFish, doesn't it?" He teased.

"Leave us alone!" She whined crying, "you're just going to poke fun at me all day."

"You're going to forget me for another boy? I see how it is now." His faux offence had her giggling. "All jokes aside, do you have a name for him?"

"Oh, I kinda wanna name him Loki!"

"Loki?" He looked at her confusedly, "I thought you'd say Eros or Star Fox!"

"No, I wanted a cat named Loki since the first Thor movie came out." YN explained. Watching the cat get off her and plop down on the cold floor on the soave in between her and Harry. He was already playing when they went to go pick him up and had tired himself up so he was napping now, comfortably enough. "My dad didn't wanted pets at home so I never got one. Though, I used to sneak in stray cats and feed them all the time."

"You have one now." He was admiring the little feline too.

The little kitten was asleep curled up in a ball with his tail tucked under his bum, paws all tucked in under his chin. With his baby pink nose on display. He was the one they ended up picking because the kitten took liking towards both them, he seem weirdly comfortable enough already to nap on the floor in middle of the room.

"He looks like you." YN spoke after a second of complete silence.

"How so?"

"He's got green eyes and pink nose." YN went onto to point out the features. "...and he's white."

He laughed adding, "I must have forgotten giving birth to him."

"You're weird sometimes."

He giggled. "Do you want to name him Loki?"

"He's yours too, Harry, do you have any suggestions?"

"I quite like the name." He said, "it suits him for some reason. I believe anytime he'd ask us to Kneel in front of him." YN laughed at that, though she sensed a but coming up.

"But..." He raised up his pointer finger in air, "he looks like a Milo to me. I don't know, he just does."

YN looked at the kitten plopped on his tummy with his back paws played out out a bunny, napping away on the cold floor. He does look like a Milo to her too now that Harry has pointed it out.

"Yeah!" She sighed, "we can name him Milo and we can get one more and name him Loki!"

"Baby, we just got him." He sighed, "in two years or so, yeah?"

"Maybe in next Six months?" She negotiated.

"Two years."

"Eight months?"

"A year and half..."

"Ten months and two days?" That made him chuckle.

"A year." He made a deal.

"Deal!" She agreed.

Milo Styles was officially part of their family now!

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Next day, Milo was settling in quite well. He used his litter box twice but had an accident this morning which is fine. He's a wee little baby he'll learn. He slept in his carrier all night which had a blanket Harry bought for him and a toy which his previous gave them. He already knew a few tricks, like to roll over and fetch.

He keeps trying to trip Harry over for some reason since this morning, having YN fangirl over everything he does. She had him placed in the pocket of her robe as he napped and she prepared for breakfast with her Fiancé.

"Baby we need to go grocery shopping." Harry announced closing the fridge door getting out the last carton of eggs.

"We can go after breakfast?" She suggested.

"Mhmm." He agreed.

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Later that day YN and Harry headed to the grocery store, but YN realised they forgot the reusable bags so she ran upstairs quickly to fetch them whilst he got his car out front.

"Hello YN." Deniz, YN's neighbour greeted her by the lift as she was waiting for it with reusable grocery bags in her hands. She was responding to Brielle complaining about how fucking messed up faux contractions are over the trio's group chat. Her choice of memes to describe her misery had YN giggling.

"Hi." She smiled politely.

"How have you been, haven't seen you around that much?"

"Oh I was away for the weekend and work's been a little hectic." She explained, "I got engaged, so I'm really good. How about you? Your roommate said a couple of weeks ago that you went back home when I went to return your plate." Just when she finished her talk the lift door ding open, both of them got in to go the basement parking.

"Yeah, my grandmother was sick so I had to go visit. She passed." The blue eyed man shared. "I'm coping quite well since yesterday."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that!" YN cooed, "how is your family doing then?"

"They're doing fine." He shared and in no time they were in basement. YN waved him bye before jogging her way to her Fiancé.

"Was that Deniz?" Harry asked, "haven't seen him around."

"Yeah, remember his roommate said that he was visiting his parents in Turkey? He said his grandmother was sick and she passed." YN shared.

"Awh! That's sad." Harry cooed. He pulled out of parking lot and drove to the grocery store.

"Do you have the list?" YN asked peeping into Harry phone. He had the list pulled up on the notes app with the things they needed to get this week.

"Mhmm, we can start with the fruit and veggie aisle?"

"I say we start with the snack aisle and go to veggies last." She smiled cheekily, "we don't want veggies to go bad whilst we walk around, do we?"

"Cheeky! Come on." He followed her as she pushed the trolley with her.

"One more bag! It's different flavour!" She whined for another family pack of Lays chips.

"Baby remember you can't eat processed food?" He reminded, "you get the blue packet or the yellow one."

"But it's Indian Masala Harry, you can't handle that!"

"I don't eat that anyway love." He shrugged.

"You're annoying." She huffed and switched out the packets and walked ahead of him. "No, no, no, no we gotta eat healthy!"

"These are protein bars."

"No, no, no put tem back. Put them back." She shook her head. He just held back his laugh and snuck in a few in the trolley anyway. He makes sure she has one on herself all the time as she sometimes get's too distracted at work that she somehow forgets to eat.

Both of them mostly had fun at the grocery store, weird but it was true. No one spots him at the store or they just don't care enough. But he saw a trio of his fans at the store taking a few sneaky pictures of him. He asked YN to split up so they can wind up early before a potential mod of his fans gather by the store if those people post the update in that moment. It was a weekend.

He picked out a few fruits whilst YN was just six feet away from him picking up veggies. She cooks most of the time or is incharge of everything, Harry can only make simple pasta dishes. But he is learning, okay!

Last night he made lasagna for dinner in his own!

YN always wondered how he ate properly and healthy food when he couldn't cook anything but pasta. She seems to forget he's (or used to be) on tour most of the time and he's actually rich as hell and heaven that he had hired personal chef coming up to his place to prepare his meals, or he just popped at his mum's or sister's. He's been humbled since he met her, he said.

"Hello love." YN was approached by a man, she glanced at him briefly being spooked for a second. Chose to ignore the man. "I needed help picking from these big aubergines." He was stood merely five inches away from her. Same about her height just a little taller and bulkier build enough have her intimidated and disgusted.

Ew!

EW!

"I don't know if I can help, sorry." YN walked a few steps away from him, picking up Tomatoes and bagging them. She looked over her shoulder to look for Harry who had his back facing her picking out the most perfect looking apples he could. He's been wanting to make a fruit salad for the longest. But that man made her really uncomfortable there. He stood next to her picking up carrots and cucumbers, seeing that he actually tried to touch her hand picking a carrot next to the tomato she was reaching for. She felt his gaze burning into her skin.

Not wanting to tell him off like she did once ages ago and almost got herself hurt, she hurried up with what she was doing so she could go fetch her Fiancé to accompany her. With her hands full of little bags of veggies she went back to Harry not knowing what to do.

"Harry!" She plopped the bags in the trolley and stood close to him, holding onto his arm.

"You alright, darling?" He enquired seeing her so anxious out of nowhere.

"Don't look, but that man there really made me uncomfortable." She shared whispering, "we still need to get onions and potatoes for your soup that you wanted to make tonight, he's stood right there." But he looked over and spotted the man stood there.

"Did he tried to do something?"

"He tried to touch my hand, but let's just not make a scene get our stuff and leave, please?" She requested knowing he would make a complain to have the man thrown out of the store.

YN wouldn't mind that but she goes to the same store even when Harry is not home. Once she almost got herself (god forbid) abducted from the parking lot when she politely declined to help a man load his car with groceries. It was back when she had just moved with Brielle and her mum, making a short trip after classes to get some stuff make something to surprise her friend for her birthday.

"Okay," Harry nodded and walked with her to the aisle and picked up everything they needed from that section. "Baked goods!"

"We passed it two times!" She whined, already tired of walking. He walked behind her close by.

"We're almost done here." He announced, "do you want to get icecream on the way home?"

"Oh yeah!" She nodded. "Oh I also need pads and stuff."

"Already got 'em." He had her caged in between the shopping cart and him, his hands rested on the handle bar on either sides on her as they walked. She read him the list and checked things off as he placed each item in the cart.

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In the car park, loading the boot with their grocery YN heard Harry sigh.

"What?" She asked.

"Don't look behind, there are people taking pictures of us."

"Oh!" She sounded nervously, almost dropping the egg carton but he caught it.

"Careful, baby." He giggled, "it's ok—" he was interrupted by someone tugging at the hem of his shirt.

It was a little eight year old girl. She looked nervous het happy as she looked up at Harry with her big brown eyes. "Hi Harry!"

"Hello love." Harry greeted her.

"I, I am here with my Mummy. Can you please sign this for me?" She held out her Hello Kitty diary and unicorn pen towards him. She also had a unicorn bag pack. Harry looked at the direction she pointed out, two cars away was stood her mother.

"Sure," Harry crouched to match her height, "what's your name?"

"Ellie." She announced, "I love your music. Mummy took me to see you last time."

"Yeah?" Harry sounded in amusement, "did you had fun? Was I a good performer?"

"Mhmm, I really love Adore You, it's my favourite song. Especially the fishie!" She held out a hand, her thumb and forefinger held close to one another to show how little she thinks the fish in the music video is.

"You love fishes, huh? It's my favourite too. We've got a fish too, haven't we YN?" He was still busy writing a note to her.

"Yeah!" YN nodded.

"Thank you!" Ellie smiled taking back her diary and pen from Harry.

"Can I give you a hug?" Harry asked.

"Yes!" Ellie launched herself at him with a bear hug, he hugged her back. The little girl proceeded to give YN a brief hug too before she was running off to her mother waving bye to Harry.

"She was cute!" Harry cooed.

It warmed YN's heart to see him interact with babies and little kids. She haven't yet gotten over the time of Brielle's baby shower day when both of them hung put with her little nephew all day. The boy was very much infatuated by Harry but he still preferred YN more. She can only imagine how he'd be with their own little one.

"What you thinking about, darling?" Harry caught her attention when he shut the back door of the car closed.

"Nothing." YN shook her head, "I'd say we go on an impromptu picnic but we have to put the produce away in the fridge."

"Hmm, we can do that." He agreed, went to open the passenger side door for her. "We can go tomorrow, yeah?"

"Okay." YN got in the car, mumbling a little thank you to him.

"Also, we need to put together a decoration set up. I'll let you pick that 'cause I picked the venue." He shared once he was in driver's seat.

"Oh, how kind of you, sir!" YN gasped in faux surprise.

"We can make a Pinterest board." He suggested, earning an excited laugh from her. He drove back home readying himself to drown in deep waters of what pinterest is.

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N O T E :

This is just a filler chapter, plus introduction to His Royal Highness Milo YLN-Styles, brother of His Royal Highness McFish.

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[belowzion]

Below Zion: Rethinking Valentino

Hello everyone! Today I wanted to show you how we've been rewriting Valentino. As stated in my previous blogs, the characters are given different feels to make them as distinct from their show counterparts as possible so that eventually this can be its own thing. While still inhabiting the pimp lord aspects, Valentinos way of thinking, motivations and even what he does in his past-time should change how this character works and why I grew a fascination in writing about his character recently. Make no mistake, he is a villain and funnily enough, a stark contrast to Charlies ideas.

"Oh, the sex work is great! Tino is garbage. See, I haven't left the industry. I just ran from that self-rightous prick…" - Hip-Lash, one of Angels best friends, left the 'industry'. Hasn't seen Angel for 30 years. To understand where Valentino comes from and why he is the kind of person he is, some context is needed. In Below Zion, sinners are completely incapable of making pacts with other people. Their power instead depends on how sinful they were in life. If you sinned too much, you get thrown into Penance Machines, where you are excessively tortured and bleed out all that sinful energy for runes! Runes pass off as currency in Hell. But if you were not a cannibal serial child killer, you get to enjoy some amazing powers! Or if you got bailed out of these machines through some higher power. While nothing too crazy like what Alastor might be capable of, these sinners are still very powerful with the Wrath they possess. Valentino is no exception. His hazbin is an interesting case of a person hiding the true degeneracy that they possess deep within them. See, Valentino, known before as Mikhail "Milo" Tarentino, was a yoga teacher, originating from India! The guy, not really enjoying his position in India due to the fact that yoga was already quite popular there, decided to move to Italy where yoga wasn't as prevalent! Tarentino was a social butterfly, able to get many contacts and many students into his class! However, his true debauchery also began here. He would often have sexual intercourse with his own students, coercing them, grooming them and eventually fucking them! It does not help the matters that most of these women were married.

"Oh goodness, I did not expect to have a new neighbour! Welcome! I actually remember you, you know? You agreed to collect dirty things for Butcher Pete." Sledge nods. "So I did." "Gross job. Glad they had rubber gloves my size." He says, raising a paw, and wiggling his pudgy fingers… It reminds Alastor a little of one of those asian lucky-cats… cute. "Why ya callin' him 'Butcher Pete'?"

"Oh! No reason! There is just a very catchy song that I wish I NEVER paid any attention to the lyrics of!"

He says as he spins his microphone!

"Would you like to give it a listen? It reminds me of the kind of sinners that I find often here in Lust…" "Sure."

From Als staff - a combination of magical and technological - comes out a very upbeat tune! "Hey everybody, did the news get around? About a guy named Butcher Pete! Oh, Pete just flew into this town, And he's choppin' up all the women's meat!

He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'! He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'! He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'! He just hacks, wacks, choppin' that meat!"

And also... this.

"Yeah, I see your point there, Al... but I got a question for ya~" He says with a sinister grin~

"Very well, i shall bite! Shoot!" "Say, have you ever had a pump and dump at a family reunion~?"

"[Oh no...]" The T.V Demon grows... concerned for what is about to be retold.

Velvette begins to giggle maniacally!

"I know Some of those words! Likely Not in the context You Want them to be in, though!"

"Then you do know the context I am referring to~ Don't worry Al, I am not talking about ones own family reunion, obviously, but somebody else's."

"You Are talking about FILTH then. No Val, i have done Nothing of the likes!"

"Oh come on, never had the fun? I had this one where I was invited to one of my students', I was a yoga teacher back in the day, you see? Anyhow, I eventually found myself banging different women. See, because they are all related, they had like, slightly different mommy boxes, but I was test driving 'em, right? Seeing how evolution has shaped each one a little differently so that you can find one that's just right?"

[No, Val stop, Al is already-]

"I call this goldilocksing~"

"And this relates to hunting... hoooow...?" Velvette seems perplexed...

Val thinks for a moment...

"I forgot what I was getting at, my bad~" He says as he takes a puff from his cigarette.

Al... looks grossed out. He thinks about this... And shivers in mild disgust again, a few moments after the first time.

As you can see here, Valentino kept his "trade" a secret in his human life, but he was also very good with it. Being able to get around fucking the entire female half of a family. Living in Italy though, he envied the mafia families that always seemed to be able to get what they wanted. More so because one day, one of those families caught Tino and his disgusting tendencies and... lets just say that he was never found on Earth again.

This eventually landed him in Hell. While he did sin quite excessively, it did not compare to the likes of Velvette, Alastor, Eve, Angel Dust or Agatha. However, he did gain one very prominent power from this... The red mist. The mist he puffs out whenever he smokes, the stench that leaves his body, the morphine that binds people to him like soul contracts!

Its an addictive substanance. Some people even describe it as off-puttingly as possible by saying that its his "musk". Valentino, while possessing not a terrifying amount of strength compred to some other powerful sinners out there, he possesses an ability that can dominate each one of them without trouble.

One such case being Angel Dust.

See, Angel, being the son of a ruthless mafia boss, when arrived in Hell, he wanted to become famous and wealthy immidietly! Get rich quick without much work! Well, with work he loves to do~

This is where Valentino steps into his life, offering him such opportunities while... making sure Angel inhales his mist as much as possible. Keep him addicted, don't let him get away~

Valentino is especially abusive towards Angel both sexually and physically. However, this stems not from his actual love for Angel Dust, but his hate.

Valentino, ever since he arrived in Hell, has gained a sick fascination towards punishing the sinners that think they are hot shit.

"He has a… self-rightous attitude lets say. If he thinks you had it too good and don't appriciate the stuff you have… he'll get ideas~" -Velvette

Valentino is the essence of Hell. He punishes the winners of hazbin, not the losers. Seeing Angel Dust, being this mafiaso that loved and CRAVED sex in every opportunity and got what he wanted without ever thinking about the implications, gives Valentino this certain feeling of moral superiority. He feels like a punisher, a true demon of Hell that is there to become Angels worst nightmare for all the horrible things he has done in his life.

It gets better due to the fact that Valentino knows he is weaker than Angel, yet due to his addictions, he wins over him. Its not some pact that binds Angel, its his own Lust... and Sloth. His desire for easy success and wealth led him to this disgusting mess.

When Charlie rolls around with the idea of redemption, of course he hates it. To him, punishment is well deserved and bad boys like Angel need to be made an example of.

This also presents the reader with an interesting question. Does Angel deserve what Val does to him considering that he was CERTAINLY not a good person in his own hazbin? Or does he deserve redemption? This is literally Charlies ideology, being asked to the viewer. Should the sinner be punished or redeemed? Angel was a despicable human being that murdered, tortured, raped and was bound to many external substances. Does he deserve punishment in the hands of Valentino? Or does he deserve redemption in the hands of Charlie?

Valentino is also not just doing this to Angel. This goes for ANYONE he thinks they had it too good for too long...

Welp, that was all! Valentino is an asshole pervert fueled by hatred!

Please do write feedback, I'd love to hear your ideas if you think of any!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel rewrite

[sirianasims]

Insurrection - Part 2

While my parents were obviously very upset at the time, my brother was excited and wanted to go. The strangers, his uncle and grandmother, would take him with them when they returned to Sixam. Until then, my mother would teach them about her new technology.

The next few days, before they left, the rest of us tried to spend as much time with my brother as possible.

I admit that I was angry with him at first. I felt that he was abandoning me. Who was now going to help me with homework and make me laugh when I had a rough day at school?

Luckily, we managed to make up before he left. And I could see why he wanted to go – it was both an obligation and an adventure to him.

My father also had a heart-to-heart with my brother, the last night before he left for Sixam. It was a warm night and I could hear them outside my open window.

I know my father and brother both consider themselves true father and son, despite my brother’s origins. I hope spending time with his biological father on Sixam hasn’t changed that.

When the Sixams left, my dear brother left with them. I knew that it could take years before he would be able to travel back and visit us, especially if the wormhole technology never worked.

Trying to overcome the sadness of my brother leaving, my mother threw herself into her work. Sometimes I would barely see her for days, because she would stay late at the lab every day.

We now know that it was worth it, that she finally managed to secure a communication link, so we can get updates from my brother every few months, but she still hasn’t succeeded in establishing travel, and my brother is too busy to leave Sixam for a year or two just to visit.

My father tried to compensate for my mother’s constant working by spending more time with me.

But my father’s job was also very demanding, and I often spent my afternoons alone.

Most days, I only had Maggie for company.

But she was more than enough.

It’s not that I didn’t have friends, I had good friends at school, but I couldn’t exactly schedule playdates every single day.

One day, when I was alone at the playground, I saw a stray cat. She was limping and very dirty, and would not let me get near her, but I wanted to help her.

I spent the entire day trying to befriend her, and she finally let me pick her up so we could take her to the vet.

The cat had no chip or ear tattoo, and when no one came forward to claim her, my parents decided that I could keep her. I named her Winky.

Seeing how the veterinarian expertly diagnosed her problems and treated her while being kind and respectful made me realise that this is what I want to do with my life as well.

My parents tell me that I would play vet constantly, and bring home any animal I found. I was allowed to keep smaller birds and a couple of mice while nursing them back to health, but my parents helped me take any stray cats and dogs to the shelter, or I would have had an entire zoo.

A few years later, one of our neighbours had to move into a retirement home, and had to find a new home for her old dog, Milo. I had often been walking him for her, and she wanted me to have him. This time, my parents did not object.

Animals are what keeps me going, my reason to be courageous, kind, and disciplined. These are the qualities I will bring to Foxbury.

Thank youoooo99999ggggrrrrr;;;;;;;;33333333333

“Winky, seriously? Thanks for helping, but this is a very important letter.”

Thank you for your time and consideration. I hope this essay gives you a better idea of the passion I bring to everything I do, and that I will bring to the field of veterinary medicine.

I look forward to speaking with you again in the future – hopefully as a student at your esteemed institution.

Sincerely, Eric Fyres-Munch Duchelli Asphalt Abode Newcrest

beginning / previous / next

#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen3 #cora duchelli #zane fyres-munch #daniel duchelli #eric duchelli #totally worth it mom i'm fine #for real though imagine living in a city where each house had a name

[floralhuqzz]

𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (fem! reader x Kai Anderson)

(english is not my first language) <3

WARNINGS: stalker kai

PART 1

I woke up by the sound of my alarm, it was currently 7AM it was time to go to work. I work in a small coffe, shop just about 10 mins from my house. 

I got up and checked my phone, nothing. No messages. Nothing. As i expected. I am not really a sociable person, i dont have that many friends, neither i have a partner. I got up from bed and went to the bathroom to do my usual skin care routine. I finished and went straight into the kitchen when my cat Milo started meowing, like he was asking me to give him his morning breakfast. I chuckled and went to the fridge and grab some wet cat food for him and pour it on his little plate. When i finished with Milo i started to make myself some breakfast as well, I have one hour until my work starts so I have to be quick. I made myself some toast, fried eggs and coffee and sat down while i was reading my favorite book. When i finish i went to brush my teeth and get ready, not forgetting to do my makeup.  

I said goodbye to Milo with a little kiss on his head and i head and took some more coffee with me (im a big coffee lover) I took my keys, my bag and everything i needed for my 5 hour time job. I got out and start walking towards my car while i was too busy scrolling through my phone when i accidentaly bump into someone

“shit!-” i say after i notice i dropped my coffee on the floor

I looked up just to see a tall blue haired guy with coffee all over his jacket

“OMG IM- IM SO SO SORRY” I said still looking at his now jacket covered in coffee

“oh haha, its okay no worries, its just coffee after all, i can just wash this off” he said looking at his jacket and looking back at me

“are you sure?” I said worried and embarrased 

“totally fine haha.. and sorry for you coffee” he said now looking at my cup on the floor

“oh the coffee is nothing” I said picking up the cup from the floor

“I would pay you off somehow but im already getting late to work uhh” I said slightly chuckling 

“oh its totally fine, I was heading home right now anyways so dont worry” 

I must say he is pretty good looking, even with his dirty long blue hair and his jacket now covered with coffee. I feel like ive seen him somewhere but i dont know where... 

“Well then see ya around?” i said smiling and waving at him as i walk away

“see you around y/n” he said looking at me with a smirk on his face as he heads home

i suddenly stopped “how does he know my name?....” i thought to myself while seeing him walk away in the distance.

I head to work and start my shift. The only thing on my mind was that blue haired guy. Does he know me?. Do I know him?. I Certainly dont but, i feel like ive seen him somewhere but.. where?.... 

“miss.. miss?” 

I didnt notice that i was completely zoomed out while a costumer was talking to me

“oh! um- so sorry, that would be 3$ please” i said smiling and a little embarrased

I finished my work around 12 and headed to the supermarket for some groceries. I got inside and starting to look my grocerie list when i bump into someone.. “AGAIN? why is this happening to me” i thought to myself

“oh its you again” a mans voice spoke

“I look up just to see.. “HIM AGAIN? please god kill me” i thought 

It was the blue haired guy?! AGAIN? what is he doing here? is he stalking me or something??

“oh hi, omg i dont know whats wrong with me today im sorry” i laughed awkwardly.

“its completely fine, and hey, my jacket its not cover with coffee anymore” he said chuckling 

“uff im glad, sorry for that again” i said in relieve

“getting some groceries huh?” he asked

“yeah umm... my cat... my cat has no food and i have to buy him some” i said slightly smiling 

“ ohh, Milo? was it?” he asked looking at me dead in the eyes

“how does he know my cats name?... okey this is fucking weird” i thought to myself

“how... how do you know Milo?” i asked kinda creeped out

“oh, im your new neighbour, i moved next to you like what?, 3 weeks ago? and you know,  i asked about you around town and they told me you have a cat named Milo thats all” he said crossing his arms

my new neighbour? how tf i didnt know about this? i know now why his face sounded familiar.

“oh- omg, i didnt know im sorry” i laughed 

“its fine dont worry”

we stayed there looking at eachother with nothing to say. 

“so are you going to ask for my number or are just gonna stand there?” he said smirking

“w-what?” i asked slightly blushing at the question. i did wanted his phone number tho, im glad he was the one who asked

“yeah sure hah” i said unlocking my phone

“here you have it” he gave me a piece of paper 

“see you soon y/n” he winked at me and walked a way

i stood there in complete shock of what just happened. I decided to look at the  the paper he just gave me just to find something he written “see you at my house at 9 today? call me xxx

“wait i didnt catch your name” i said when he turn his head around

“Kai Anderson”

#kaianderson #americanhorrorstory #kaianderson x reader #kai anderson #evan peters #evan peters x reader #fluff

[trenchcoat-gecko]

I mean, one of my neighbours adopted her huge cat Milo because she walked into the Battersea cat house and saw him lying on the floor starfish pose and just went "oh he's useless, I need him" and now whenever I walk past his house I am legally required to stop and pay the cat affection tax

JFJSJF AWWWWEE thats so precious ahaha. I love silly useless little creatures

[duskoscrawl]

a second alphabet of crit role (and other) fics

as promised, as i have hit 100 fics, here is a new alphabet of fics (with some letters repeated from last time i did this)

and in dreams (we will meet again) - shadowgast soulmate dreaming au

basically a god - mollymauk seer au, where molly knows the gentleman is jester's dad (but nothing changes)

calculations and conversations - m9 aeor au: essek and caleb meet during caleb's first day on the t-doc project

deliberation (disc) - jester and essek go to claires! (claire is a dwarven blacksmith mc from uthodurn)

everyday maintenance - milo fixes themself some friends (ashton and fcg) (part one of krook house family shenanigans)

focus - the raven queen considers what campaign two would have looked like if any other member of the nein had 'gone molly' instead

guiding bolt - or jester comes to terms with being herself through a series of conversations with the rest of the nein - through and post campaign

harvest close hairpins - caleb and essek come home after an evening out with the others, post campaign. soft and fluffy like lumpy the cat

it means puppet - how easy would it be for a prime deity to accidentally kill one of their acolytes? anyway, melora gives cad that third divine intervention

just little old me in a big, big world - orym knows vox machina a little better than he was initially letting on (everyone is trans!)

kinds of light - the last day of aeor, through the ever burning lanterns of the genesis ward

lily petals and rainfall - cad's prophetic dream, from the night before the nein climbed his fence

monster in the mirror - on veth and laudna, murdered young women, finding themselves again after death

nostalgia club (extra-curricular) - the cinderbrush gang hang out at sasha's place and jamie gives sasha an undercut

of the sky - m9 aeor era au. a moment between marion lavorre, ruby of the sky, and her husband as the city of aeor sails over beautiful frozen landscapes

prasopita - cooking with jester and caleb!

questions and anger - hey, can't people be nicer to ashton? milo and fcg will hurt people to make it so

requiem for a nobody - the funeral for cinderbrush's amanda beltman

stay with me - c3 milo angst because i love the last of the nobodies

thinner than a razor - m9 chapter fic au. the original lucien meets the members for the mighty nein in trostenwald, and the adventure is shifted

unto the earth - m9 post-canon. beauyasha and green beans for caleb

view from student services - part one of the ofmd kid fic au, where stede and ed are coparenting a hoard of children

waldhexe (spare us from your claws) - in the zemni fields, life goes on, and the ermendruds' neighbours see the ghost of a boy they once knew come home

xhorhassian cuisine: an essential guide for parties crossing the ashkeeper peaks - beau lionett's first draft of a guide book for adventures seeking new travel options. the cobalt soul will not ask her to write another

you'll hear when i do - the people of felderwin gossip about veth. they definitely buried her, but she's also definitely alive. AND she has a wizard now

zemnian housewarming - essek joins the nein for caleb's housewarming party (he's got a gift from aeor)

#chill to reblog #critical role #campaign 2 #campaign 3 #finished fic #cinderbrush #ofmd #tah dah! #fic recs

[milobooker]

for: @westongoldstein where: outside their apartment complex

with meowcolm sprawled out next to the truck beside him, milo sits on his heels, eyeballing his brand new flat tire with a fury kept solely for the piece of junk he still hung on to. having worked with his dad under the impression that one day he too would become a mechanic, milo knows his truck is at its wits end, regardless of the denial he held for it. this last piece of home and his father he refused to let go of. this one connection to the long lost.

only now, he wants to beat it with a hammer, and he’s half tempted to as he calculates just how much a new tire would be. 

“ya know, meowcolm, i blame you. you and you’re fuckin’ fussy appetite. if you’d just eat the damn catfood instead of wantin’ tuna all the fuckin’ time, i wouldn’t have needed to go out, would i? but oh no, mr meowcolm wants his fuckin’ fish, doesn’t he?” milo curses, reaching out to pet the ancient and old ginger cat on the head. “ya little bastard… i love you, though. but fuck you.”

it’s only when he looks up that milo realises his company had double from one to two, and a neighbour within the apartment complex now stood next to the truck. and thankfully? it wasn’t a grumpy as fuck aiden.

“not you, wes. i meant meowcolm. unless you’re about to tell me it’s two tires popped, not one…”

#( threads: weston. )

[dioti]

my neighbour's cat milo trying (and failing) to befriend sukey

#he's obsessed with her #vidijos #sukey

[reversecreek]

location: locke rowe for: @plantfeed

Jade had been in a frenzied state of creation for the majority of the night and day. They'd neglected breakfast, lunch; it didn't matter, in the broad scheme of things, menial bites taken off equally menial plates, it just didn't fucking matter, not even that their threadbare tank hung far looser on their ribcage than normal. She could practically feel it vibrating in her teeth, this need to do something, anything, since the latest string of atrocities; it'd driven her to another hack kitchen scissor job, clumps snipped so ferociously close to the scalp that she'd actually given herself a bald patch small as an acorn near the base of her head. No matter. So what if they'd made themselves an atrociously sheared sheep? She was like one of her dolls, the one with its limbs all crookedly distorted inside her hands, inside her lap, cross-legged on the dirty floor of her messy apartment with the front door left ajar but on latch. They liked to hear the neighbours down the hall arguing as they unstitched eyes, replaced them with mismatching buttons. The electric blue wig on her head was slightly askew but she paid it no mind. She was fashioning a mouth out of a half nibbled piece of liquorice. Wanted to watch as it rot slowly in the corner over the coming weeks, hopefully enough to unnerve Gunner. A jangle at the door didn't disturb their craft; they recognised his footsteps, Milo's, the same way you become accustomed to the rhythmic pat of a house cat's paws. "As an empath, I'm sensing that whoever just broke in has a microscopically small cock. Can I take a photo of it for my research wall? Purely scientific." The wall in question was, rather unpalatably, multiple polaroids (consensually taken, she even made them sign a form with a watermark of a fire-breathing dragon) of a dozen misshapen cocks.

#jade liu | milo de la cruz #jade | interactions #looks away as she unravels visibly. #ed tw #i mean not specifically but maybe cld b taken from it..... unsure....

[hitchell-mope]

Hypothetical titles for season twelve of 88

The result. Season premiere. The Five Families and the DuPonts anxiously wait for the announcement on who will be the next president of the United States. Guest starring Beyoncé as Delaney’s stepcousin Melanie Crenshaw. First regular appearance of Logan Moreau as the now ten years old Barnaby and Jonah Sullivan

The displeasure of the president. Findlay rather harshly sets DuPont straight about the dissolution of her attachment to the campaign now that DuPont has won. With this episode Jeremy Shada and Ciara Bravo return as the now Vice President and Second Lady Robbie and Carter Guilroy

Infant immorality. Sidney’s team investigates the case of a brutally murdered nanny in a neighbouring gated community to Fifth Avenue. But Findlay suspects it’s not as cut and dry as it seems

Fanboy. Arlene gets put into a difficult position when a Van Buren student who’s a Stephen King fan gets embroiled in a murder case and his mother goes on the warpath

Groupie. Part one. Lucia has to break the conditioning put on the male lover of a female serial killer which leads to an unpleasant encounter with Milo Knowles (returning guest star Johnny Galecki)

DAG:devil’s advocate general. Part two. Alabaster has to turn to Leland Mulligan for help when a conflict of interest prevents Aida Cambridge or anyone from ABC&Associates from representing Lucia when Milo Knowles sues her over his mother being unable to die. Guest starring William Shatner as Judge Martin Cambridge

The three basic instincts. It’s a race against the clock to create a cure for a mutated lycanthrope virus before the prejudice against werewolves reaches an immutable all time high.

Defanged and defrocked. Gideon suspects a cat burglar is active at a retirement home for excommunicated exorcism priests where he’s volunteering. Guest starring Michael Sheen as the former reverend turned banshee Ewan Harvard.

Dark secrets in the family. Findlay has a falling out with Beaumont after she overhears him and Clementine talking about a deceased distant cousin and previously unknown to her ties to the American war of independence.

Quality time. An extremely hungover Delaney had to babysit Barnaby and Jonah when Sidney and Findlay get called into work on Coleman’s day off.

Eviction. Lucia enlists Jacob’s help in turfing out the rest of her family, barring Andy and Gideon, from the Oberon hotel.

Santa’s assistants. Midseason finale. Part one. Vikram’s head elf Clacton, guest star Gaten Matarazzo, conscripts Findlay and Sidney into rousing the current out of his holiday funk.

Elf of little help. Midseason premiere. Part two. Christmas dealt with. Findlay and Sidney now have to contend with an antagonistic Clacton when they want to return home.

The verdict. Lucia awaits Judge Cambridge’s ruling while Milo Knowles celebrates prematurely. Final appearance of Johnny Galecki as Milo Knowles.

Statute of limitations. Drummond gets arrested and extorted by a corrupt cop from the 13th precinct who was part of the Carothers outfit forty years ago. Guest starring Kristen Chenoweth as Detective Myrna Bale

A stupid thing happened on the way to the precinct. In a Rashomon episode, Drummond says his piece when he’s six hours late to his appointment at the precinct.

The patch up. Chambers comes back to New York for the first time after the election ostensibly to smooths things over. But Celestine puts a spanner in the works with the truth. Features the return of Oona Chaplin as Savannah Harding.

The gathering storm. Thornton approaches the end of his rope when his sister Savannah comes to visit along with her husband Dermot. Features the return of Ed Speleers as Dermot Harding

Mah na mah na. A mishap with magic while Drummond and Odessa are babysitting the twins causes the entire city to turn into a muppet show

Heirs and graces. Two of Findlay’s biggest interests collide when the princess royal Rani Burton (guest star Rhianne Barreto) shows up to meet her pen pal Aimee Davenport (Auli’i Cravalho) daughter of Emerson Davenport (returning guest star Chris Pratt). Also guest starring Aubrey Plaza as Tatum Mercer and Laurie Metcalf and Zoe Perry as Rani’s shoulder demon and angel, mother and daughter duo Faye and Maura Linney

Whitechapel. Thornton and Alabaster, along with Sidney, Findlay and Drummond, and unbeknownst to them, Odessa, head back to their old street in Whitechapel to face the NeoKray’s. Guest starring Geraldine Chaplin as the Birch’s mother, Juniper Abernathy. This episode features the return of Ian McShane as the Birch’s father Fleetwood

What a f*cking liberty. Findlay wakes up in the ancestral home of the uk’s prime minister Irena Claiborne and begins to piece together the NK’s plan. First appearance of Eddie Izzard as Irena Claiborne and Gwendoline Christie as Irena’s sister Eloise Baxter

The hill you die on. In Whitechapel, Thornton, Alabaster, Juniper and Fleetwood try to get Savannah to understand the consequences of her actions. Meanwhile, at Windsor castle, Odessa reveals her stowing away to the Sullivan’s and the royal family and accidentally helps Findlay piece together the NK’s plan. Features the reappearance of Meera Syal, Dev Patel and Naomi Scott as Nadine, Reuben and Chantelle Burton.

The final end of the NeoKray’s. Season finale. The Sullivan’s head to an abandoned Selfridges to rescue the Birch’s and put an end to the NK’s once and for all. Features the return of Miranda Hart as Lady Galatea Downey. Guest starring Brendan Coyle as Dermot’s father Cromwell Harding in flashbacks. Final appearance of Geraldine Chaplin as Juniper Abernathy, Ian McShane as Fleetwood Birch and Logan Moreau as Barnaby and Jonah Sullivan.

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[vanillabat99]

Pass the happy!🌻🌿 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

- Milo the cat, who is staying over for awhile

- Plants :3

- Animal Crossing

- Blankets

- Holding Milo the cat

Thanks!! I'm in love with this cat and if my dad warms up to it, we can keep it!!

#milo isnt getting along well with the neighbours cats #so they offered to give him to us #they needed someone to look after him for awhile anyway so if all goes well he can just stick around #i love him so much #he meows when hes being ignored and he went mrrp once at me #i would commit crimes for this cat #batty blogging #asks #ask game #chain mail #positivity #clownzies

[arth0es]

somewhere in these eyes (I’m on your side)

pairing: kim doyoung x reader

genre: slight angst, happy ending

Fall back into place -

Summary: In which there are a thousand other universes where the stars don’t align, but maybe this isn’t one of them.

chapter 1, chapter 2

You take a moment to appreciate it now, as you stop in the middle of the concrete stairs that lead up to your parents’ house. The same house you’d grown up in, where you’d sometimes sit and stare for hours out the window at the rest of the town below you. When you look around you it feels as though nothing has changed despite the years. It’s comforting.

You take a moment to appreciate it now, as you stop in the middle of the concrete stairs that lead up to your parents’ house. The same house you’d grown up in, where you’d sometimes sit and stare for hours out the window at the rest of the town below you. When you look around you it feels as though nothing has changed despite the years. It’s comforting.

You take a moment to appreciate it now, as you stop in the middle of the concrete stairs that lead up to your parents’ house. The same house you’d grown up in, where you’d sometimes sit and stare for hours out the window at the rest of the town below you. When you look around you it feels as though nothing has changed despite the years. It’s comforting.

You hadn’t planned to do much in the holidays other than sit at home and binge read whilst you had the time, so when your mom rang you a few nights ago telling you that it would be nice if you came home for Christmas you’d thought to yourself ‘sure, why not?’. You hadn’t packed much- just light luggage, knowing that most of your belongings would still be at home, untouched.

As for Milo, your neighbour had offered to look after him while you were gone. You’d been so tempted to bring him with you knowing how much your dad would adore him, but your mom was insanely allergic to cats. You still feel guilty, especially when you remember the look on his face when you’d handed him to your neighbour before you left. He was quite offended, to say the least. You sigh, dropping your bag on the porch to ring the doorbell. You’re sure he’ll forgive you if you bring him some treats when you return. (Hopefully)

The scent of freshly baked cookies wafts towards you from the kitchen as you catch up with them. It’s nice to be home.

-

Later that night, after having dinner with your parents (you hadn’t realised just how much you’d missed home cooked meals) and relaxing in front of the tv for a while, you make you way up to your room. Your childhood bedroom, exactly as you’d left it. You’d long grown out of your wannabe-skater girl phase but had left all the posters and band albums up anyway. Your desk was still littered with old books and drawings- albeit it was slightly neater since your mom couldn’t help but clean up just a little whilst you were gone.

Ironically, the room is much larger than the one back in your apartment, which is why it feels so strange every time you take in all the things of your past that are scattered around you. Memoirs from days you treasure, simply objects like an old pair of headphones that you can’t bear to part with. Your polaroids are still strung up on the wall above your bed, some of the best pictures missing as you’d taken them with you when you’d left, just to keep them close. In most of them you are smiling, arms thrown around your best friend as if the moment would never end. He smiles back at you in others, from across the space where your other friends squeeze in for the picture.

You take one of the polaroids from its place, turning it over in your hands. It’s a picture from when both yours and Doyoung’s family had insisted on a joint trip to the beach. You’d stayed at a beach house close to the pier, and you’ll always remember it as one of the bet times of your life. Doyoung had forced you down to the beach every evening and the two of you would sit for hours, laughing as the sun went down until it was just the two of you under stars, the sea your only companion. You smile fondly, looking at the back of the polaroid where you’d scribbled the date in awfully messy handwriting. Both your signatures were signed at the bottom, an infinity sign in between your names.

You go about the rest of the evening settling in, unpacking your clothes and hanging them up in the closet, placing your toothbrush in the bathroom along with your toothpaste. It’s like moving in all over again, except this time, into a place well-engraved in your soul. You know where everything is already, know exactly which doors lead to what room. It’s second nature to fluff the pillows and place one on your right, because you’ve always disliked the cold air that drafts upwards from the small space between your bed and the bedside drawer.

It also feels natural when your eyes flit towards the window when you finally sit down, expecting someone to be in the room directly across yours. When you were younger it had always seemed cool to you that Doyoung’s room was next to yours, only separated by the space between the houses. It meant you could talk to each other for hours after you’d come home from hanging out at the park, sitting in the window and watching out over the town together. It was comforting- to be able to wave over at the room across yours and see him waving back, like routine.

When you do so now, you expect nothing but the drawn curtains and darkness that indicate no one is there. A part of you is slightly disappointed, but really, what could you expect? Doyoung no longer lives at home. Just like you, he’d moved out a long time ago in order to pursue his career. You sigh to yourself before turning around to switch on the fairy lights above your head. They flicker dimly in exhaustion as if they don’t really know how to function after being left alone for so long. As you toss and turn to get comfortable on your weak mattress, you make a mental note to visit the Kims when you get a chance.

-

The rest of your first week at home goes by in blur of preparing for Christmas and visiting old friends and neighbours. On one of the days your dad had insisted on taking you along with him to choose a Christmas tree- which ended up being too big for the room and bending slightly at the top where the tree meets the ceiling. Your mom hadn’t been pleased, but your dad refused to take it back. ‘It adds a little quirk!’ was his choice of reasoning. Your mom had also roped you into helping her try out new cookie recipes, and who were you to resist being her certified taste tester? All too soon, you’d settled back into your old life, one filled with homecooked meals every evening and a warmth that you’d never find elsewhere.

It's one of these nights that you notice something odd. The day had been nothing short of hectic, with your aunty and uncle arriving to spend Christmas as a last minute addition and spending the day with them around town. By the time you’d gone up to your room for the night you wanted nothing more than to flop down on your bed and drift off. Your mattress, though it still made your back ache, had never looked so inviting. The moonlight was slightly too bright to sleep with, so you shuffle over to the window to draw the curtains shut. As you do, your eyes catch movement from outside. It appears that the room across your window is no longer empty. A soft, yellowy glow peeks out from between the curtains, encasing it in light as a figure moves about behind it. You’re quick to stomp out the hope that rises inside you like candlelight, yanking the curtains shut and moving away. It’s probably just his mother, you tell yourself. Even so, you spend the rest of the evening stealing glances over at the window where the room continues to stay dimly lit, you heart thudding a little harder than usual.

-

‘Oh, hand me those, I’ll set the table.’

You called to your aunty, who smiled gratefully and passing the plates to you before making her way into the kitchen to help your mom with the dinner.

You hadn’t expected Christmas day to roll around so quickly but here you were now, getting ready for dinner. Decorations littered the room- courtesy of your dad who’d decided to go all out with the tinsel this year. The entire room was encased in Christmas spirit, soft white glows from the fairy lights that hung from the ceiling spilling over the furniture and into the kitchen, where your uncle cracked jokes about your aunties’ misshapen cookie decorations. Despite the comfort you’d already been feeling since being back home, you felt at ease now, surrounded by the earthly smell of mistletoe and pine, fire crackling in the fireplace behind you.

With the table set, you turn to the kitchen to start bringing out the food when the doorbell sounds from down the hallway. Before you can move to go answer, your mom pokes her head out from the kitchen.

‘Ah I forgot to tell you y/n, I invited the Kims over too. That must be them now.’ Your confusion ebbs away as she speaks before being displaced with an eagerness. You hadn’t seen your neighbours in quite some time, with them being away the week you arrived. You’d been meaning to pay them a visit, but the thought had slipped your mind once your aunty and uncle had arrived.

‘Y/n, the door!’ Oh, right. The doorbell rings again as you rush to answer it, smoothing down your hair and wiping your palms on your sweater as you do. You’re oddly nervous to see Doyoung’s parents again after so long, you realise with a start as your hand turns the knob. The door swings open quite harshly when you do, and for a moment you’re met with nothing but icy wind that you wish you’d been better prepared for.

‘Mr and Mrs Kim! It’s so great to see you, come on in!’ Is what you begin to say, but when your vision clears and your eyes fall upon a lone figure, the words die in your mouth. It feels as though someone has just pulled the rug from beneath your feet, leaving you falling to the ground dumbfounded. Suddenly, everything around you seems to dissipate, fizzling into white noise. Your mouth feels sticky, as if your brain is trying to function but it’s lost control of your limbs.

‘Hi, y/n,’ says Doyoung, cheeks pink from the frost and dark hair tousled from the wind that flickers between the two of you as you stand there, silent in front of him.

‘Merry Christmas.’

You give him no response, to which he smiles sort of awkwardly and scratches his head. Something wet pricks the corners of your eyes and it takes a moment to realise that they're tears. You hurry to wipe them away with your sleeve and force yourself to get it together. The start of a mumbled sentence tumbles out of your mouth before you’re cut off by your mom coming up from down the hallway. She nudges you slightly to the side, enthusiastically greeting Doyoung and his parents, who seem to have made their way up the front path sometime after you’d opened the door. Doyoung’s mom sweeps you in for a hug and you’re momentarily consumed by the scent of her perfume, flowery and as familiar to you as the lines of your own palm. You’re grateful for the chaos that arises as your mother ushers the everyone into the dining room to greet the rest of your family, although you can’t help the lump that forms in your throat when you hear your dad heartily welcome Doyoung back.

Dinner goes by in a blur of festivities and laughter, with the success of your mom’s Christmas cooking raising everyone’s spirits. Your parents are eager to catch up with the lives of your neighbours, who animatedly describe all sorts of excited stories from the two week trip to Jeju island that they’d just returned from. Mrs Kim turns to you every so often, asking you about life in the city. Chatting with her feels easy, her soothing voice easing you into steady conversation. You find yourself wanting to babble on about everything you’ve learnt whilst living in Seoul, feeling comfortable in your little zone with her.

As you eat, consumed by the lively atmosphere and the heat of candlelit décor, you can’t help but feel a little uneasy. When your dad launches into a story about a fishing trip gone wrong that has the whole table erupting in bouts of laughter, you barely catch a word he says. Instead, your eyes flit back and forth to the person sitting across from you. Doyoung, looking as though he never left, settles back in his seat as he catches your dad’s warm smile. He smiles back of course, and your stomach does a flip at the sight. That same bunny toothed smile that you’d grown up seeing, one that you hadn’t seen in years.

He makes conversation with your uncle, and you analyse him like he's a stranger you’ve never met before. From the jet black colour of his natural hair to the pale blue sweater that lifts slightly every time he shifts, making you turn away with a faint blush. On the surface he’s still every bit the boy you knew, so why do you feel so uneasy? Your eyes perk up when your mom asks him about his career, and you try to appear indifferent as he recounts the story of his audition, and where he is now. You feel a strange sense of pride when he mentions the upcoming album his band will be releasing, but your smile fades when he catches your eye.

It's like the universe wants to mock you, because your mom notices the exchange and points out how heart-warming it is to see the two of you together in one room after so long. Doyoung- ever the charmer, smiles warmly at her before praising her cooking. As she gushes over his politeness and how much she’s missed having him around he glances back at you. You pretend not to notice, instead taking big gulps of water to ease the pit forming at the bottom of your stomach. In doing so, you fail to notice the way hurt flashes across his face.

-

Once everybody has had too much to eat and begin to help clear the table, you decide you could use some fresh air. After weaselling your way out of doing the dishes- your aunty ushers you out of the kitchen upon seeing the redness of your cheeks – you wrap a thick scarf around your neck and make your way out onto the porch.

Outside the moon has risen high, yet it’s light is only one of many. From where your house is perched on the hill you can see out across the entire town, where Christmas lights glitter and shine in almost every house, illuminating the streets all the way down to the river. Thick snow covers the town in a crystalline blanket- undisturbed and so, so breath taking. Despite the frost that is slowly seeping through your sweater and settling into your bones, you feel as though you could fall asleep here, sat on the creaky old swing on your porch and gazing over the town as festivities carry on through the night.

After a moment, your attention is caught by the sound of giggling. You turn your head to see children rushing out of a house a few doors down, eager to play in the fresh snow before anyone else. You watch as the two little kids hurry back to the front door where their mother stands, swaddling them in thick coats and hats before once again running off to scoop up snow in their gloved hands. Seeing them wrapped up all snug reminds you of your own outdoor clothing- or lack thereof. As you begin to get up to reluctantly make your way inside, you feel something cover your back. When you look up, Doyoung is adjusting a jacket to cloak your shoulders before settling down on the swing next to you.

‘You seemed cold. I figured you’d need to wrap up if you were going to stay out longer.’ He says, scratching his head as he looks away. You note that he seems to be avoiding your gaze, the same way you’d been doing at dinner.

‘Thank you, Doyoung.’ You say warmly, and it’s when he looks to you with slightly wide eyes that you realise it’s the first thing you’ve said to him all evening. The realisation has you chewing at your lip as you turn, once again looking over the town. Why were you making this awkward? After all, you had been the one to miss him all these years so why now, when he’s finally next to you, are you clamming up? Before you can spiral off into your own cloud of thought, you hear Doyoung clear his throat. His lips move as if to speak, but he says nothing. You watch as he hesitates and taking pity on him, decide to break the silence.

‘My mom really enjoyed having you guys over.’ You smile as you recall her excitement at dinner earlier. ‘She’s been going on about wanting to do Christmas together ‘like we used to’ ever since I arrived.’ Doyoung laughs softly in surprise, and you can feel his gaze on you as he does. The heat of it makes you tingle, spreading over your face and warming you up more than the jacket on your shoulders. ‘I’ve missed her cooking, if I’m being honest. Store bought ramen four days a week just isn’t the same as home cooked meals.’

The mention of ramen reminds you of his life as an idol, and you bite back the questions that flood your mind. You want so desperately to ask him everything you’d been thinking since he left, but you can hear the hesitation in his voice as he speaks; and it’s enough to make you stand still. The two of you are tip toeing around the words you really want to say. And even though it’s slightly uncomfortable, you’ve never been good at handling these situations and you’re all too aware of how close you are sat on this swing, you don’t want to run away. Not when you’ve finally been given a chance to patch up the confused hole in your heart.

‘It’s…. it’s nice having you back.’ You say, mustering all your courage to look him in the eye as you do. And you mean it, even though you’ve been acting like it isn’t. Seeing him again after all this time and having dinner with him and his family just like you did many times as a child, it’s nice.

A soft blush rises on his cheeks at your words, so faint you could hardly see it if you weren’t now gazing at him so intently. Your eyes flit over his face as he coughs into the back of hand before replying.

‘It’s nice being back,’ he pauses, weighing his next words carefully.

‘I’ve missed you. Deeply.’

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard. In all your time after he left, you’d never considered that he might feel the same way about the way you fell apart. At your silence, Doyoung finally raises his eyes to meet your own. And as you watch him, watch the way the Christmas lights reflect like stars in his gaze that ignites you with a sentimental warmth you’ll never find in anyone else, you decide that the rest of your questions can wait.

‘I’ve missed you too, doie’ His ears perk up at the sound of his nickname, and all hesitation seeps out of him like snow under a morning sun. For the first time that night, you feel whole. He reaches up to adjust the jacket on you once again and when he’s done, his hand settles on the small of your back instead of pulling away.

Sure, there’s still many unspoken words between the two of you, and it might take the rest of your stay here to cover them. But for now, sitting together under the same gleam of the silver moon, you’re reconnected- and that is enough.

#midas writes #nct #nct fluff #nct doyoung #kim doyoung x reader #doyoung x reader #slight angst #nct angst #childhood best friends to lovers

[kozidraws]

Hello!! Have some pictures of my two cats for your appreciation while u wait for the end of your work hours :^) they're both girls and named after food, the calico one is pipoca which means pop corn, and the black one is amora, which means blackberry, in portuguese!

Omg look at them! 🥺🥺🥺 My two fave breeds of cats ahh thank you so much for blessing me with these pics.

In return I will trade you a pic of my neighbour's kitten Milo.

#i love cats #so precious #pls give your cats a pat for me #and tell them they are beautiful #milo still tries to break into our house btw

[floralhuqzz]

𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (fem! reader x Kai Anderson) part 2

PART 2

WARNINGS: none 

After Kai gave me his phone number i went straight to my house after i finished grocering. I stepped outside my car as i was standing in front of my door. This is when curiosity took over my body, I turned my head around just to see my neighbours house. 

“how I didnt know about him?” i thought to myself. It was a pretty big house, bigger than mine. You must have a lot of money to be able to afford this type of houses. 

I get inside my house just to find my cat Milo sleeping on my bed. I take the grocerie bag to the kitchen and put everything in place. I get back inside my bedroom and i lay myself on my bed taking the paper that Kai gave me earlier from my jeans pocket. I read it again  “see you at my house at 9 today? call me xxx” i got a little excited. I stand up and start to get change to my pijamas, i had plenty of time. I looked out my window to see Kai in his bedroom sitting while he is doing some work on his computer. I completely forgot that my bedroom window was right infront of my neighbours window. Suddenly Kai turns around and his expression changes to a suprised one when he sees me not wearing my shirt. My first reaction was to throw myself to the ground.

“y/n you okey over there?!” i heard Kai screaming through his window

“um- y-yeah! dont worry im ok” i screamed still laying on the ground blushing

“THIS IS SO EMBARRASING” i thought, this could not get any worse 

“you sure?” he asked again

“yeah just give me a second-” i took my pijama shirt from the ground and put it on my almost naked chest. Then i stood up.

“heyyyy..” i was completely embarrased

“hey” he said with a smirk on his face

“sorry you had to... see that” i put my hand on my face

“oh no, i definitely enjoyed the view”  he knew that he had the upper hand here, so he wasn’t even trying to be subtle with his attempts at seduction. He could feel your nervousness. He knew which buttons to push, all right.

I blushed at the comment

“im just messing with you” He smiled at your blush, the arrogant smile of his seeming to widen. He was enjoying this a little too much. He looked like he was playing with you, and he wasn't trying to hide how he felt about it.

“oh ok haha” is he flirting with me??

“see ya at 9 then”  he raised an eyebrow, his mouth turning into a teasing smile that curled at the corners. He didn’t respond, only looked down at you for a moment, a smirk on his lips, his eyes sparkling

“see ya” i waved back still standing in front of my window. After a minute i went to the living room to watch some tv and distract myself when i fell asleep. I woke up around 2 hours later, it was already 7.30 so i had to get ready. I went to shower and finished my makeup. I put on a skirt, a black top a some heels. I wanted to look pretty, especially to make a good impression.

I go down stairs and texted Kai

Kai

Are you ready? 

You

Hi! im almost ready

Kai 

Ill be waiting for you outside my house, alright?

You

Alright, see ya soon

seen

I took everything i needed, sprayed some perfume on and went outside. Not even 4 seconds and i see Kai standing on his doorway. So i approached him.

“Hi” i said in a shy way

“Hi y/n, come in” he offered me to go inside first, he locked the door and stood right behind me and i feel his breath on my neck

“go on, theres nothing to be afraid of” his voice was playful, like he was teasing me.

i shivered.

The house had a darker touch, in my opinion it suited him a lot. I walked down the hall until I found a big kitchen. Kai entered the kitchen first.

“want a glass of wine?” he asked me raising an eyebrow

“you wanna get me drunk or something?” i joked while looking at him

“now, why would I do that?" He asked, a playful grin on his face as he spoke.

“do you trust me?" he asked, his voice lowering a little.

 "do you think... that I would hurt you? Or am I the kind of man you can trust?"

“i certainly do trust you since i got in your house in the first place” i said chuckling

He turned and poured two glasses of wine for each other He handed one to me and took one for himself, taking a sip from it.

He grinned at that, his dark eyes twinkling. 

“just get a little drunk… just enough to have some fun.” He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to you and whispering the last couple of words into your ear that it send shivers down your spine.

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