#tiny pookies going in my pocket

[han-merlin]

The French pastel royalty

Antoine "Le Petit Prince" Griezmann and Adrien "Le Duc" Rabiot

#tiny pookies going in my pocket #so blue and so pink #they're just little kids #antoine griezmann #adrien rabiot #france nt #equipe de france

[beanghostprincess]

I've never wanted to adopt a child more. I need to hug him or else I will fucking die.

#lil sanji cures and makes my depression worse #like both at the same time #HE'S SO FUCKING TINY #MY POOKIE #HE FITS IN MY POCKET #I AM GOING INSANE #one piece #black leg sanji

[tranquil-ivy]

Ballet Shoes and Bulletproof Vests

CW: Recovering from alcoholism (Leons just trying to better himself man

Words: 1k

A/N: 👛anon I've had brain rot because of you. But I still love you pookie.

Blue leotard... Gunmetal blue, his favorite shade. It was almost like you were trying to send a signal through the glass windows of the studio attached to the apartment building gym.

Every weekend for the past few months he'd come down and workout for a two hours without issue. Until you moved into the building a month ago. Walking through the gym in leotards and the same skin tone tights straight into the small studio space.

Leon picked up quickly that you don't seem to be doing mindless pirouettes, pliés or chassé. You practiced the same routine, which means you probably do this for a living. Or at the very least a hobby.

He tried his best to not come off creepy but sometimes he couldn't stop from staring. Leon rarely found beauty in life anymore, something he was trying to fix. His sponsor suggested that life could be worth living if you find something meaningful to live for.

Besides surviving or being a living breathing weapon.

At first, the staring was for more "primal" reasons, but it soon turned to him admiring how gracefully you could move. How sharp your movements were. The clean movements were mesmerizing and very distracting. It certainly didn't help that you were pretty either. But every time you stopped and turned back towards the windows, Leon would turn away immediately. Scared you'd think he was some kind of weirdo or worse...

A pervert.

You were probably way too prissy for him anyway. Why bother window shopping?

You're too pure, jumping around in white satin ballet slippers and him in bulletproof vests with tactical gear. Your worlds can never mix, you're too different. Far too different.

So, with his better judgment, Leon got into the habit of changing his routine and getting up at the crack of dawn like in his army days. Just to go workout first thing in the morning. Leaving the gym as you were coming in.

But one morning you didn't come in as he was leaving. And as usual, he stops at his mailbox, fishing in his jacket pocket as he walks into the main lobby.

And there you were. Stood in front of the mailboxes, sorting through a few envelopes with your tiny mailbox door hung open.

Shit... This is gonna be awkward.

Leon approaches slowly, walking up to his mailbox and ripping his keys out of his jacket pocket. Something round flies out of his pocket with a clatter as it hits the floor. You lift your head to see the green chip rolling across the floor, quickly you step past him and pin it under your shoe.

Leon stares, realizing he forgot to take his chip out of his pocket after his meeting last night. Too tired from a long day at work to remember before passing out in bed as soon as he got home. He can feel his neck heating up, he hasn't even said a single word to you, and now you'll know he's an alcoholic trying to get his life together.

And he's sweaty and gross?!

What a fantastic first meeting...

You bend down, grabbing the green chip from the floor as you walk back. Giving it a glance, you hold it out for him. Slowly he raises his hand, chest tightening as he nods a “Thank You” while taking it.

"90 days is a big accomplishment, you should be proud of yourself." He stared for a moment, fully expecting a dirty look or pity.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks. I-I am." His lips drew to a line as you walked back around him, shutting your mailbox and locking it. He gives you a glance as you grab your bag from the floor and give him a small smile.

"You're from 3D, right?" You question, his eyes glance at his mailbox, his lips part slightly. Brain trying to process how you knew his apartment without even talking to him.

"Yes?" His eyebrows raised, your eyes fixed on his uneasy response.

"Hmm." She looks him up and down, almost like she's trying to size him up. Or even taken him in completely.

"A little scruffy for my taste, but you'll get the job done." His nose wrinkled as you stepped past him, and headed for the door.

"The hell do you mean by that?" You turned your attention back to him, smiling again.

"The old ladies in the building, they talk about everyone. Well, anyone interesting at least. And they said you're pretty cute. I'd have to agree." He feels his neck burning again, embarrassment of another kind seeping into his collarbone and rising to his cheeks as he smiles a tiny bit.

He was never great with women.

"Thank you..." He clutches the chip in his hand, running his thumb across the bumped out embossing of the metal.

"And um... I know we don't know each other," you step forward again, gesturing to his hands, "but I'm here if you ever need to be talked down... 3 years for me, still have my bad days, but it gets easier with time. I promise."

He looks a little surprised, not expecting you to know his struggles in some way. He just nods, watching you lean to the side, looking behind him and turning back to leave again.

"Congratulations again on 90 days, Leon." You smile, pushing the door open.

"Whoa, wait. What's your-"

"2B!" You yell back without turning around, watching you leave through the doors leading to the gym. His head swivels, looking at the mailboxes. Seeing your name printed a piece of tape stuck to your mailbox.

His mind wanders, thinking of you as he pulls his bills from his mailbox. A folded over flyer was wrapped around the envelopes. Pulling it off the envelope, he gave it a long look. Your face staring back at his as you're leaping in a beautiful flowing white dress and veil.

Giselle printed in fancy font under you pointed toes along with show times for next weekend.

Staring for a second, he thought, pondering over the words of his sponsor telling him to try new things.

Maybe he should try theater.

#🌿 ivy writes #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader

[mysouleaten]

FRIENDSHIP BRACELET [S] !

platonic[?] kurona, ness, niko x reader

summary ... little blurbs on how your best friends react to you giving them friendship bracelets!

an ... this is a re-edited work I had on my last account and I wanted to post it again because I thought it was cute!

RANZE KURONA

sooo all I know about his man is he’s somewhat quiet and says few words [I promise I'll read the manga soon..]

you and him have been friends for a long time! :D

you have never had a problem with him being quiet

just like he never had a problem with you being more outgoing

he lets you talk his ear off :)

BUT WE'RE HERE FOR THE BRACELET !

you have been walking around a small store and stumbled across a couple of matching friendship bracelets

and your first thought was

’ I should get one for kurona! :O ’

and you did, he was thrilled! <3

you wanted some new jewelry for yourself and decided to hop into a new tiny shop that was in your city

it looks more like a cafe than a jewelry shop with its bright pastel colors and plants in front of the windows- but who were you to judge?

walking into the small shop and hearing the bell ring above your head and a small “hello!” from the cashier, which you replied back and made your way through the shop to see anything that would catch your interest

and what would you know! something did!

it was a line of bracelets in small boxes and pictures above them, showing a much better view of what was inside

they were interesting…. just nothing creative and to your taste but still pretty to look at nonetheless!

wait you take your words back

there it was! the best friendship bracelet anyone could buy their shark-teeth friend! he was gonna love this!

kurona was waiting for you to pick him up from practice

he was tired from all the running.. he couldn’t wait to get home with you and watch a new show you wanted to show him

he finally saw your car parking and saw you getting out with something in your hands

he was curious

what were you holding? was it for you? or him? he wanted to know

“rannn! look what I found it’s so cute! you’re gonna love it!” your excited voice had brought him comfort from the long day

running up to him with a bright smile handing him the same box he was curious about..

when you held out the box to him, he got to see your wrist and saw a new pretty bracelet

it was thick silver with little blue shark outlines engraved into it and a small light blue shark magnet to connect to something- wait..

“this is for you! I really hope you like it!”

it was for him!

and he loved it very much, so much that he hid his face with his jacket sleeve hiding the small pink blush on his cheeks..

ALEXIS NESS

you and him shared a friendship through kaiser but this ain't about him

ness was very surprised!

he loved it soo much! it made him feel special :>

little pookie blushed at the kind gesture !!

you and ness had a small date, it was a friend date nothing more and somehow kaiser wasn’t there, which surprised you but you thanked the soccer ball heavens for it..

you had the small box with the bracelet inside, you already gave one to kaiser and wanted to give ness his

seeing the magenta-haired male sitting on a park bench in front of a lake

you sped up your walk to get over to him, sitting down next to him and turning your body towards him, giving a shy smile

“here you go alex! I hope you like it!” you cheerfully stated

“hm?” he hummed, putting away his phone and reaching for the box you were handing him

he saw a new bracelet on your wrist, it looked lovely!

“oh! that is a very beautiful bracelet!” ness exclaimed

your cheeks heated up and his words and he let out a small giggle and his little ‘v’ smile

putting the box you gave him into his pocket to look at later, he kept asking you about your bracelet and saying how lovely it looked

“alexxx! you were gonna get the same one! but you put it away!” you huffed and puffed out your cheeks

“huh? oh!” he quickly took out the small box and started to carefully open it

pulling out a matching bracelet, his eyes lit up at the sight of it!

“did-” “yes kaiser got one too! just admire your own one!”

he chuckled and did as you said

looking at the bracelet more carefully he saw small writing on the inside of the bracelet

’[name] and kaiser love you very much ♡’

his face heated up very quickly and he hid his face from you, mumbling his 'thank you' to you

IKKI NIKO

niko was a bit embarrassed when you first gave it to him

but was very appreciative !

making sure it was always in sight for others, and you and him to see

niko was happy to call you his friend

he was happy to have you around, always praising him for small things and making him smile or laugh with your dumb jokes

he was waiting for you to come back to your shared apartment with him

you were running late and weren’t answering your phone

he was getting worried but all the worry washed away when he heard the front door open and lord and behold you were there

standing out of breath like you ran a marathon, you looked up and ran to niko with stars in your eyes

“sorry! sorry! I wanted to give you something on our friendship marriage anniversary!” you happily said

“huh? marriage?… were not even married” niko huffed out

“we are- platonically- we are, yes” you said

he lightly smiled and then turned his attention to the box you were holding and a bracelet he never saw you wear before

“huh? whats that?” he pointed at the box then at the bracelet

“oh! this is your gift!”

“my gift?….aw, I didn’t get you anything! that’s not fair ..” he frowned

“it’s fine I don’t care! just look at this!” you pushed the box you were holding into nikos hand

it was a beautiful blue bracelet that matched the color of his eyes

picking up the bracelet and putting it around his wrist he lifted his arm up to show you

“i like it very much, it’s beautiful” he mumbled with a light blush coating his face

“im happy you like it!”

“yeah yeah… c'mon let’s watch something”

ngl im not sure I like this very much </3

#blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk #blue lock ness #blue lock kurona #blue lock niko #niko ikki #kurona ranze #alexis ness #kurona x reader #niko x reader #ness x reader #bllk x reader #bllk fluff

[tinymankai]

fresh out the oven - volume 1 of pocket recipes: a free printable zine (alongside purchasable stickers) containing tiny mankai approved dishes and drinks :]

links to the stickers and zine here / in my kofi!

🍉 more details below -

supporting palestine

all proceeds from the stickers will go to buying HOLAFLY or NOMAD e-sims for palestinians and journalists alike. extra tips from the zine and stickers will go to care for gaza and other aid organisations. (my payments & reciepts are here in a spreadsheet; i will be matching the tax deducted by paypal).

if you are unable to financially support this cause, i encourage you to continue boycotting pro-israel brands, and spreading awareness regarding this horrific genocide of palestinians, alongside the crisises in yemen, lebanon, sudan, syria, somalia, iraq and congo at the hands of israel and western powers.

how to use

pocket recipes is free to print on a4 sheet of paper, and can be then turned into a little book by folding it into 8s and cutting the middle slit.

[i wanted to make the zine free to have a cute little display accessible for all, but mainly because the recipes are not my own (spare for the all seasons curry, it's my own tried and tested dish great for uni meal prepping hehe). more details to the mango lassi, onigiri and omurice can be found in the links!]

after purchasing the reaction pngs off of the kofi page, you can either upload them on your discord server as emotes or stickers! you can see them in action as below -

about this project

this is volume 1/6 of pocket recipes! each volume is themed and will eventually feature all 24 troupe members (ie not be sorted by troupe or link skill).

the actors that feature in each sticker set will correspond with which volume they appear in, so you may have to wait until you see your scrumbly pookie bear 😿

all proceeds from this series will go to supporting palestinians and other similar causes documented here.

i can’t guarantee a tight schedule on when each volume will be released, but i hope to put out 1 or even 2 zines each month!

hint for volume 2 - 🍡🍨🍰

#a3 #act addict actors #a3! #freepalestine

[scoonsalicious]

Oh pookie my pookie🩷🩷 As usual, u r the absolute best! DELIVERED. LAWYERED.

Literally my face when reading

Okay, I did not see that coming. She spiralled out real BAD. At the same time i was cheering for her (yeah fuck that bad decision and leave him dry!!) i am also worried for her mentally and physically which can be seen at the end of chp 24 P1.😭😭 She’s going to self destruct until she feels like she absolutely fuck Bucket out of her system. (Pocket really really loves him which makes this an infinite amount of times sadder)

Oh Bucky…. you suck butt

About Sam being here… for now… please don’t let anything happen to Dark Chocolate😂 So other than Sam being injured, or Pocket getting kidnapped… what if Buckwheat somehow replaced Sam in the mission (is that even possible?😂) because he’s going to reappear in chp 25. There’s a lot of possibility that I can think of but i don’t think Sam would just leave Pocket alone. He’s not that kind of guy. He will stick with her just like how Tony would. So something must’ve happened to him.

AND, if Bucky is there… then fucker cunthage will be there which is NOT good for our Pocket. Because you did say Pocket and John only have one more confrontation? (is that the word you use? but u know what i mean😂)

I do hope Bucket will be able to ‘escape’ from the claws of that bitch. But my end theory about Buckaroo and Jennifer having a show down is FIXED. I need him to beat the shit out of Jeremiah PLEASE😭😂.

I can’t wait for the next part and Buckdoodles reappearance, Pocket’s so called knight in shining armour😂. Also a tiny (like really tiny) shoutout to Bucket for not giving up. Possessive little shit. My heart did the flutter when he calls her ‘baby’😂. Can’t imagine what he’ll do knowing our Pocket fucking around.

Rough sexy time? 😏 Or full puppy cry?😂

Our sexy macho❤️

Anyways as usual, amazing writing Pookie. I love you sooo muchhhhh.🩷🩷

Meowahhh~

Thank you so much, Bestie! Literally my face as I wrote it:

She's gonna try to fuck Bucky outta her system, that's for sure. How successful she'll be, well, who can say? I mean, she loves him SO FUCKING MUCH, she's over here like:

It's Buckback Mountain up in dis bitch.

Don't worry 'bout Ole' Sammy. I'll say that part of your guess is correct, but I'm not going to tell you which one! And I'll say this: Bucky shows up without his shadow. When Cunthage eventually does reappear, it's not Bucky who she's coming for. Is that vague enough? lol

When Bucket Finds Out about Pocket's Fucking Around, he's upset, obvi, but he handles it differently than I think any of us would expect him to, and I'm absolutely going to fully address it in a post-series smut oneshot.

Also, thank you for that Bucky gif; it is giving me (to quote The Giver) stirrings. lol

I thank you so much, as always, for your kind words and your thoughts and discussion! Pookie loves you oodles and oodles!

[theacedragon0w0]

Pocket Partner

Sage attending Rosalina's meetings for the first time, plus some gay peeps are there too (Seafarm, Speedflight, and Sharkbox)

Indigo and Hazel belongs to @puffymucher

Sage belongs to me

And everyone else (myths, Bolt, and Scarlet) belongs to the pookie @mirconreadzztuff22

Ngl this is one of my longest fics yet

Sage was honored to be Rosalina's escort for one of her meetings, well in a more technical sense they were more equivalent to be Rosalina's fidget toy as they were aware how apprehensive Rosa was when they were announced.

"Do you think they'll enjoy these brownies?"

Sage attempting to keep Rosalina's nerves at ease, as the two were approaching the enormous doors. Rosalina petted Sage's head,

"Of course they will darling, but if they have anything to say then they'll answer to me."

Sage, much to their expectation, was tiny in comparison to everyone in the room, thankfully they felt Rosalina's tail wrap Sage's own, thembgiving the dragonness a reassuring smile in return.

The moment didn't last long, as Sage was quickly lifted from the ground as a blurr of brown fur blocked their vision. They managed to shake it off when they met eye to eye with the stranger, a large bull demon with an almost similar scar on her face. Which unfortunately contrasted her glowing smile, placing the shaken reptile on the table so she could have a better look at them, turning her head at Rosalina's direction,

"Is this the Sage doll we've been hearing so much about?"

Sage nodded, well as much as they could given how the myth was squishing their face.

"Rosalina you didn't tell me how adorable they are! Kabra you have to say hello, wait are those brownies?"

Sage looked over at the container that held the baked goods, seeing how three other beings were already digging into it.

One of them look marine-like, with tentacles for hair, this must be Kabra, the gluttony myth that Rosalina mentioned. The kraken looked at Sage and gave them a small wave, which comforted them. Sage then reasoned that the bull who still had a grip on them was Minataur, the wrath myth, which Rosalina did mention that her and Kabra were close.

"Hey! Save some for the rest of us you savages!" A large scorpion demon snarled from across the table, who was in a tug-of-war battle with an avian-like demon for the container. Raz must be the scorpion, and Erwin the Avian, Sage remembered, noticing that Erwin had a similar prosthetic arm like them.

Erwin returned the same hiss, "There's enough for everyone dipshit! Just let me grab one for me and Bolt before you end up hogging the entire bowl!"

Sage looked behind Erwin and noticed the large hellhound who was assisting his companion in the battle. This must be Hazel's brother Bolt that they heard about, noting how the hellhound's arm wrapped around Erwin's waist.

"Hey!" Rosalina boomed. The room fell silent, which Rosa cleared her throat,

"Mina, I would appreciate it if you let go of my companion, also yes they made sure that there is more than enough for everyone to have at least two servings, even for the assistants that are also present here," gesturing at the hellhounds and a noticeably disgruntled shark demoness.

Wait isn't that Hazel's ex? No they promised her not to cause any trouble, they were no longer enemies.

Mina passed Sage back to Rosalina, who carefully placed them on her lap as she sat down. Sage tried to hop off to mimic Bolt that stood beside Erwin as he did the same, but the gentle grip that they felt from Rosalina told them enough to remain there.

Still, it didn't help unease the intense stare that they received from the sixth myth, or was it stares? As the demon possessed two faces, one of a goat for his head and a lion that rested on his chest. This must be Jeopard, the man who dropped the ball with Rosalina.

Jeopard looked at Sage with a deep scowl, "Rosalina how many more of those things are you planning to collect?"

"Al menos no me decepciona en la cama, polla flácida."

Sage didn't fully understand what Rosa said but seeing how Jeopard's teeth bared, it was definitely not a compliment.

"Me preocupa cómo esa rana sigue viva ya que estás tan orgulloso de exponer tus asuntos."

Rosalina's grip tightened on Sage's thigh as the two continued to throw insults at each other, Sage noticing how aloof and downright frustrated the other myths looked. Sage guessed that this was a normal occurrence, but the shouting match came to a screeching halt as one more member entered the room.

The figure was cloaked, with a large mask that covered their face.

Andrea, the pride myth.

Rosalina's grip shifted as she moved her arm to wrap it around Sage's waist, even if they wanted to run out from there, they were definitely trapped now. Andrea looked at the couple, only giving them a scoff, which both were grateful that it was the only thing that she gave them.

The meeting went reasonably quickly, as it was mostly about the other myths reporting the current state of the other rings and other issues that they are having to deal with in their respective stations.

After it was adjourned, Andrea was the first to leave, but not without making a snide remark that "at least this one out of all Rosalina's pests is the quietest."

Thankfully the air quickly lighten as the pride myth left, leaving the more friendlier beings to get more information about the new addition to Rosa's love life. With the exception being Jeopard, who was next to leave, not wanting to know more about whoever was sleeping with his ex.

Erwin was the first, as he noticed Sage's prosthetic, "Yo! Same arm! Also thanks a bunch for the baked goods! It's nice to know that Rosa can share a kitchen with someone rather than keeping them from burning it down!"

"Erwin, don't diss my sister like that, anyway it's awesome to meet you Sage. Hazel has told me a bunch about you, name's Bolt by the way, the excited peacock next to me is Erwin."

"And this peacock happens to be your awesome boyfriend!" Shoving his companion so he can get a better look at Sage, shaking their prosthetic a bit too excitingly, as their arm popped out of the sleeve.

"Shit, sorry about that." Erwin nervously chuckled, returning the arm back to Sage before Rosalina could bite his head off.

Minataur and Kabra were next, with the bull having her arm around Kabra's shoulder so she would be included with the conversation, "You gotta tell us how you two met!"

"Velvette was the one to introduce me to Sage, as she was dealing with one of their exes, and I just couldn't resist their charm~" Rosalina teasingly playing with Sage's ear, making them turn a bright red.

"How did you lose your arm?" Kabra asked, not realizing the weight of the question.

Sage figured that they can tell as she wasn't a certain small pup that they were babysitting, "An angel cut it off as I was escaping extermination day."

"Because you were making your way back to your loved ones dear, " Rosalina added.

"A bit sappy if you ask me, now which one of your is the top in this orgy of yours-AACK" Raz was cut off by his enormous hellhound, she looked to be even taller than Bolt, "We don't ask people invasive questions sir." She coldly stated. Turning her head to Sage she spoke in a monotone voice, "It's nice to meet you, I hope we can talk more, but Raz here has some matters to attend to," releasing the scorpion demon from her tight grip.

"Yeah I do! Let's blow this joint."

Sage managed to excuse themselves to the bathroom, where they ran into Hazel's ex and a tall imp next to her.

"Hey,"

"Hey, I'm just gonna,"

"Kay."

Sage rinsed their face over the sink, trying to quickly leave before things got more awkward than necessary, but the tall woman spoke, "Are you the one who is dating Hazel and them?"

"Pretty much, I'm Sage," shaking her hand, at least she is trying to save face.

Indigo immediately clung onto the imp, "you got four girlfriends, this one is MINE and ya not gonna add her to your harem!"

Sage just as quickly backed their hands, "I'm not trying to flirt, you guys do you, anyway it was nice to meet everyone so I'm going head back."

Sage managed to catch their breath when they got outside, returned to Rosalina's side as she was talking to Mina about a something about sharing a recipe, her conversation was cut when she felt Sage's hand, "Oh there you are! Ready to head back?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about making your favorite dish when we get home."

"Rabbit stew!" Rosalina spun the lizard, planting multiple kisses all over Sage's face, still holding them, Rosalina looked at Mina and Kabra, "We'll see if we can book a double date sometime."

#hazbin hotel oc #oc x canon #oc x oc #hazbin hotel

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEYYY i’m sneaking out of my blanket fort… leaving a treat and some flowers on ur bed (ominously)……. 🥞🌻🌷🌹🛌 i hope ur day is going super nicely !! :33 IT’S TECHNICALLY SPRING HOW R WE FEELING it’s still gray n sludgy here :((( but i hope it’s better where u are !!!

anyway anyway i just wanted to check in w u BUT i also wanted to ask….. what hq ep are u on + who r ur faves so far ?? 👀👀 idk if u’ve met noya and asahi yet but i love them sm they’re my pookies. IT’S SUCH A FEEL-GOOD SHOW ISN’T IT it makes me smile sm too !! T—T

ily mickey i’m crawling back into the blanket fort (sneakily) (ominously)….. tell armin i love him <3

ARIIIIII MY LITTLE IRIS<33333333 i love me some ominous flowers mwahahahaha thank you they're so beautiful!!!!! IT'S VERY MUCH SPRING HERE TODAY!!!! idk how long that's gonna last but today is super super good!!! it's sunny and it's not too cold either wahhhhh i'm automatically feeling so fresh n hyped lmao I'M GONNA SEND SOME OF THE SUN TO YOU THOUGH I'LL CUT IT IN HALF AND YOU'LL GET THE BIGGER SIDE I PROMISE!!!!!

here's the guy!!!! we just went outside we both wanted to feel the sun<333333 i wanted to go to the park but uhhhh my period kinda has me in lockdown though💀💀💀 fuck that bitch but even that little piece of sun made me feel so much better already🌻🌻🌻🌻

HQQQQQQQQQ I LOVE IT SOOOOO MUCH!!!!! i'm currently on season2 ep 12!!!!! I DON'T THINK I CAN PICK A FAVOURITE THOUGHHHHHH LIKE I LOVE THEM ALL THEY'RE ALL A BUNCH OF CUTIES ok maybe hinata is my favourite................ HOW COULD HE NOT BEEEEEEEEE HE'S A LITTLE RAY OF SUNSHINEE I NEED TO PUT HIM IN MY POCKET he gets so excited over everything and ahhhh he just means the world to me.....

i was gonna make fun of his height the other day bc he really is super tiny next to all of the other players but that was until he said that he's 163cm and................................................................................. i can't really make fun of him if we're LITERALLY the same height now can i.....💀

pls i almost cried already too...... the eps with tsukishima and his brother:((((((((((((((( when he saw that he wasn't even on the court:(((( yeah that got me a little bit but i'm so happy that he's more comfortable on the team now and that he's enjoying it!!!!!!!! i love him.

kuroo is so funny too............. hehehhehehe gojo has transformed into a high schooler....................................... pls the scene where tsukki asks him why is he even giving them advice when they're techically rivals and he just goes "well, i've just always been a really nice person" as the lighting is making him seem like some angel ahsghghasghaghah so silly i loved it a lot

WAITT BUT I ALSO LOVE NOYA AND ASAHI AAAAAAAAAAAA i've never loved the whole cast of a show this is kinda crazy. everybody being so afraid of asahi just bc of his size is so funny poor guy lmao ALSO bc you know i'm on my voice actor bs did u know that asahi's va is the guy who also voices kunikida??????????????????? SO COOL

OHHHHH ANDD WHEN HINATA AND KAGEYAMA FINALLY GOT THAT FAST ATTACK RIGHT???????????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THAT WAS SOOOOO CUTE I LOVE HOW EXCITED THEY ALL GET WHEN THEY GET A POINT and i love how much they all praise each other all around????? "nice receive" and "don't worry about it" and "we got the next one"????????????????? wahhhh it really is a feel good show my cheeks hurt from watching it

i think i have an extra soft spot for sugawara too!!!!! he deserves his own little mention he's a sweetheart

THIS GOT SO LONG AGAIN WHEWW BUT I REALLY AM ENJOYING IT I LOVE THEM ALLL SO SO SO MUCH they all deserve a good hair ruffle (coach ukai is getting a cheek kiss he's so fine) WAIT ALSO I LOVE THE GIRLS!!! THE MANAGERS!!!!! THEY'RE SO SWEET OH AND TAKEDA TOOO FUCKKK I JUST LOVE EVERYBODY OKAY<333

too much love i might die ari please hold me..... cue very dramatic sigh.... IS YOUR BLANKET FORT COMFY DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE IT BIGGER? BETTER? DO YOU WANT MORE SNACKS? TEA? COFFEE? MORE PILLOWS MORE BLANKETS????????? I NEED TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE FEELING GOOD THIS IS A MUST!!!! YOU'RE MY NR.1 PRIORITY!!!!!!! anyway i hope the sun will come out soon for you too i'm making the call rn I LOVE YOUUUU<333333

#unbelievable i didn't mention oikawa :OOOOOOO #he's in my head though.................. #i miss him i haven't seen him in.............. #a few episodes.................. #where is my dipshit pretty boy i need him back #WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLOVE U ARIII #I HOPE YOUR DAY IS GOING SO WELL!!!!! #I HOPE YOU SLEPT WELL TOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #MWAH MWAH MWAH #ari <3 #friends!!

[ericsonclan]

The Words I Always Wanted to Say

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Chapter 1: The day of the proposals arrives with neither member of the couple suspecting what's in store.

Aasim had felt like puking all day. It wasn’t the sort of mood he’d hoped to be in on the day of his proposal, but he knew deep inside that postponing it wouldn’t make him feel any better. He’d already rescheduled three times and each day that was supposed to be the day had brought the same queasiness. His nerves would get to him no matter what. He simply had to power through.

Still, if he waited a bit longer then maybe he could rethink the whole picnic aspect of the proposal and spare his stomach the struggle…. No. Clementine would kill Aasim if he told her he was moving back his plans again. She’d already given him enough grief about the ring he’d held onto for a year. If he rescheduled for a fourth time, Clem wouldn’t need to throw Aasim to the walkers. She’d bite off his head herself.

Walking toward the front of the courtyard, Aasim spotted the object of his affections, his one true love. Ruby was making conversation with Clementine, something about the weather and what they should do about the vegetable garden if things got too stormy. Clementine spotted Aasim coming their way and excused herself, giving Aasim a knowing look before walking off. She and Omar were going hunting today.

Ruby noticed Aasim coming toward her a moment later. Turning toward him with a smile, she started to speak just as he did.

“Do you-” Both of them paused, waiting for the other to speak but the silence lasted a moment too long and they both started again. “I wanted to ask-” They stopped again, chuckling at their timing.

“You go first,” Ruby said, waiting patiently.

Aasim cleared his throat, swallowing the lump in it before he spoke again. “I was thinking today would be lovely for a picnic. Are you free?”

Ruby’s brows furrowed slightly. “Well, actually, I had some work I needed to finish up in the greenhouse,”

“I can wait,” Aasim leaned back against the picnic table, trying his best to look casual.

“Actually, it could take a while. Maybe you’d like to join me?” A small smile played on Ruby’s lips.

“…No. We need to do the picnic. Now,”

“But you just said you could wait,”

“I-I lied!” Aasim could feel his face heating up. This was a terrible start. Maybe he should abort today’s proposal after all.

Just as Ruby was about to say something further though, Prisha’s hand appeared on Ruby’s shoulder. “It’s alright, Ruby. I can make sure everything is sorted out in the greenhouse. It’ll be ready for you once you’re done with your picnic,” She looked meaningfully into the redhead’s eyes till Ruby sighed and nodded.

“Alright. It can wait a bit longer, I guess,” Turning back to Aasim, she slipped her warm hand into his. “Now whereabouts did you say this picnic was?”

“If you’ll just follow me…” Aasim turned toward the admin building, his breathing gradually returning to normal. His heart however still beat a frantic staccato within his chest. As they walked, he looked down at his love. “I’m sorry if I was forceful back there. It wasn’t my intention,”

“I know,” Ruby gave her boyfriend’s hand a small squeeze, a soft smile on her face. “It’s sweet of you to put a surprise together for me. My plans can wait,”

“As soon as our picnic is done, I can head over to the greenhouse with you and help finish up whatever work needs to be done,”

“That’d be heavenly,” The sparkle in Ruby’s eyes set Aasim’s heart fluttering. He knew how much the greenhouse meant to her. And time spent together after the proposal, just the two of them, sharing kisses over the planters full of turnips and tubers, would be the perfect ending to what Aasim hoped would be a truly magical day.

Ascending the staircase within the admin building, the pair made their way to the headmaster’s office. Ruby looked round in mild confusion. “Are we grabbing snacks from here and then heading out?”

“Actually, I had a special spot in mind for our picnic today,” Aasim nodded toward the double doors that led out to the balcony. Ruby quirked an eyebrow then headed over to the closed doors. Opening them slowly, she gasped when she saw the spread set out before them.

A faded gingham picnic blanket held the treasure trove of treats Aasim had amassed in the last few weeks. A multi-tiered tea tray constructed out of welded pieces of scrap metal held a multitude of tiny sandwiches. Each was composed out of a pair of old saltines with various fillings in the center from sliced spam to stewed rabbit Omar had prepped in the fashion of pulled pork to garden veggie sandwiches with all manner of fresh vegetables nestled between the stale crackers. Beside the tea tray lay their three teapots, each chipped and broken but still retaining their original dignity and grace. The varied aromas drifting from them told Ruby they each held a different blend of tea. Their finest set of china was also stacked neatly to the side, ready for fine dining. A cracked porcelain container held a good portion of the sparse supply of sugar the group had stowed away accompanied by a small jar Ruby knew to be the last of their honey. A huge bouquet composed of various wildflowers gave the finishing touch to the romantic display.

“Oh, Aasim…” Ruby was at a loss for words as she took everything in.

Silently, Aasim wrapped his arms round Ruby and gently kissed her cheek as he hugged her from behind. “I wanted to put together a surprise worthy of you,”

“This is all too much! Why, if we use up the last of the sugar-”

“Then I’ll trade for more. Don’t worry, my dove. I always find a way,” Loosening his embrace, Aasim sat upon the picnic blanket and motioned for Ruby to do the same.

The two of them settled in for a decadent lunch, both of them eating their fill as the world went by around them, the clouds drifting lazily across the warm, sunny sky as the day went on. As Aasim poured another cup of chamomile tea for Ruby, he found himself lost for a moment in her bright blue eyes. He really could stay like this forever with her. And that’s exactly what this proposal meant: a promise of forever. Not just for things to stay the same but for them to build a future together. Feeling the panic rise within once more, Aasim did his best to keep his composure.

“Something bugging ya, Pookie?” Ruby looked at Aasim over the rim of her teacup as she took a sip.

“It’s nothing, my love,” Aasim paused for a moment, looking out at the courtyard below. Willy was on watch with AJ beside him. Both boys were chatting excitedly, clearly intrigued by something just beyond the walls. Likely a funny looking walker knowing those two. Louis and Violet were at the picnic benches, Louis mending a pair of pants while Violet worked on one of the rabbit hides she was in the process of tanning. Prisha had just emerged from the cellar with a box full of metal pipes balanced in her good arm, likely continuing her seemingly endless quest to restore the school’s plumbing. Turning back to Ruby, Aasim grinned. “Do you know why I chose the balcony for our picnic today?”

“The view?” Ruby mused, glancing through the repair section of the railing down at their friends below.

“That was certainly a factor, but not entirely the full reason. I wanted us to have our lunch up here in order to celebrate all we’ve accomplished. From up here you can see it all: the greenhouse, the vegetable garden, the paddock for Molly, Milky Way and Comet. Even a few years ago, we didn’t have any of those things. It shows how far we’ve come, and I think a primary factor in our success is each other. Together, you and I truly can accomplish anything, even returning a former wilderness to civilization,”

Ruby nodded, admiring their work along with Aasim. “We certainly have accomplished a lot these past few years. And that’s thanks in no small part to you. I don’t think anybody could compete with your work ethic, ‘Sim, not even me,”

“Oh, I doubt that,” Aasim turned back to Ruby, his eyes on her. “Perhaps it isn’t the most romantic thing to say, but one of the things that first drew me to you was seeing how hard you worked. Every day, rain or shine, without fail. At first I thought it was simply a matter of pride, as it is with me. But the longer I observed you, the more I realized why you really work so hard. It’s out of love. You work so that those you love can have better lives and I can’t think of anything nobler than that,”

“Sounds like you were watching me for quite some time,” Ruby looked down at the picnic blanket, her cheeks ruddier than usual. “Now that I think about it, I never asked you what the moment was that made you realize you were falling for me,”

“I don’t think it was any one moment. For a long time, I saw my admiration of you simply as mutual respect. But as the years went on, my feelings gradually shifted into something more. Seeing you grow from the girl who stole my pencil case on my first day at Ericson into such a beautiful, fiery woman of integrity and valor, I can’t remember when I crossed that line from liking to loving you. But I do know this, Ruby O’Donnel. I have loved you for a long, long time,”

Reaching into his pocket, Aasim pulled out the wedding ring. He’d spent the last few weeks polishing it night after night till it glowed with its original radiance once more. It was far too large for Ruby’s finger, likely a man’s ring before, but the beauty of the symbol was there nonetheless. Shifting so that he knelt with one knee forward just as he’d always seen it done in books and long-lost movies, Aasim held up the ring in both hands. “Ruby, my love, will you marry me?”

Ruby was quiet for a second. Then another. Aasim could feel his heart pounding in his ears as he held his pose wondering if someway, somehow, this had been the wrong move to make. Finally, Ruby broke the silence. “I want to show you something. Come with me,”

She could tell Aasim was nervous. Hell, she would be too if he’d left her high and dry after asking the question first. Ruby felt a twinge of guilt at leaving him so perplexed just for the sake of her pride, but she couldn’t say yes just yet. There was something she needed to do first, the very thing she’d been planning in the greenhouse before Aasim sprung the surprise picnic upon her. It wasn’t far to the greenhouse. Once they were there, he’d see why she’d brought him.

The courtyard was empty as they walked through it and the area surrounding the greenhouse too. Aasim looked more and more nervous with each step he took but followed Ruby willingly, obliging her when she opened the greenhouse door for him and motioned for Aasim to enter first. As soon as he did, Aasim let out a reverent gasp.

The entire greenhouse was aglow with candlelight. Mason jars of purple, red and green covered every inch of the space, lined up along the shelves, on the edges of planters, tucked along the sides of the walkways and even a few suspended above them. Some strands of twinkle lights also ran along the bases of the planters, bartered in a recent trade Aasim had been a part of. Flower petals were scattered over the ground, all leading to a central point before their feet. The petals there formed a simple message: I love you.

“Do you like it?” Ruby whispered, causing Aasim to turn round.

“Ruby, I… it’s glorious,” Aasim’s voice caught a bit, his eyes watering lightly.

“Now that you’ve seen it, I bet you’ve figured out why I wanted to go so badly to the greenhouse earlier today. And why I didn’t want to say yes just yet. Cause first I want to say my piece,” Clearing her throat, Ruby pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper from her pocket and began to read. “My love, I can’t remember the first time my eyes turned in your direction in that special way. I’d always thought you were cute, but considering that our early days started with me being more than a bit of a bully to ya, I never thought anything would come of that. Then the world fell apart and we were both so busy surviving I didn’t even let myself believe love was anywhere in my future.

But somewhere along the way, deep within my heart of hearts, I think I always wanted it to be you. Truth be told, our first kiss might have happened a couple days sooner if you’d just asked more politely. I’m happy with the way things ended up though. I’ll never forget our first kiss and I’ll never stop thanking the good Lord you came back to me that day.

This has been something I’ve wanted to do for a while. More than a while, probably from the very start. But I had all sorts of silly thoughts in my head that you had to be the one to propose first or it wouldn’t be proper. That was all a load of horse apples though. So, I put all this together to ask you a question, a question I hope you’ll answer the way I’ve been dreaming. Aasim…” Ruby paused, fishing something out of her pocket. Lifting it up, she revealed a tiny, glittery pink ring, so small it would probably only fit on Aasim’s pinky. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes!” Before either of them could say anything further, Aasim cupped Ruby’s face and pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss. That kiss turned to another then another till finally Aasim pulled back and took the ring Ruby had offered. Slipping it as far down as it would go onto his pinky, Aasim held his hand out to admire it.

“Darn, it’s an even worse fit than I thought,” Ruby mumbled. “I’ve been searching all over God’s green earth for a proper ring of some sort and all I could scrounge up was this dress up ring I had from way back before the school even fell,”

“I love it,” Reaching toward the table behind her, Aasim grabbed a length of twine and the gardening shears and snipped off a portion of it. Slipping the ring onto the twine, he tied it around his neck, letting the ring rest just below the zipper on his hoodie. “Honestly, mine is probably an awful fit too. It’s embarrassing really,”

“Are you kidding? You propose with a bona fide gold ring while I use a cereal box prize and you’re acting as if it’s the same thing?” Ruby shook her head, taking the twine and scissors from him and cutting her own piece. Gingerly taking the ring from Aasim, Ruby looped it though the twine then tied it round her neck where it lay snugly just below the collar of her shirt.

The two of them smiled at each other, lost in the happiness of the moment before chuckles escaped their lips.

“I can’t believe it,” Aasim murmured, shaking his head. “For both of us to choose the exact same day… what are the odds? When you didn’t answer my proposal and brought me down to the greenhouse instead, I wasn’t sure what to expect, perhaps a rejection, but certainly not this.”

“Now that’s the silliest thing I ever heard!” Ruby exclaimed, lightly whacking her betrothed on the arm. “As if I’d ever say no to you! I just didn’t want you to steal my thunder!” Her eyes turned to the greenhouse, admiring the décor. “Thank goodness Prisha knew the last few pieces of the plan to get this greenhouse gussied up. I don’t know what would have happened without her help,”

“Prisha knew? She and Willy were the ones who made that tea tray for the picnic! She was in on both plans,” Aasim looked toward the door. “Was she the only one who helped you set this up?”

“Well, Louis was involved too. He was the first one I told about the proposal,”

“And if Louis knew then Clementine knew. Clem was the first one I confided in about the ring,”

The couple shared a look. How far did the others’ involvement go? The courtyard had suddenly been empty as they were heading toward the greenhouse. Was it still empty now? Hand in hand, the pair opened the door and stepped outside.

The courtyard was no longer empty after all. In fact, everyone was there. The others stood round one of the picnic tables, chattering excitedly. As soon as they saw Aasim and Ruby though, they suddenly went quiet. That was until AJ stepped forward.

“Happy wedding!” he shouted, tossing a handful of tinsel into the air. Willy joined him, throwing his own handful and blowing enthusiastically on an old kazoo.

“Boys, remember, it’s ‘happy engagement,’” Prisha corrected gently before her eyes returned to the happy pair. “Congratulations, you two. We couldn’t be happier for you,”

“It’s like I’m giving away my own children,” Louis commented, wiping a mock tear from his eye. “They grow up so fast,”

Clementine shook her head good-naturedly, taking Louis’ hand in hers. “Congratulations, both of you. Seeing as we all knew both your plans, we’ve been working on a little surprise of our own,”

“It’s PANCAKE DAY!” Willy shouted, jumping around ecstatically. Omar lifted up a plate of pancakes that had been hidden on the picnic benches, Violet holding a second plate. Both of them smiled at the happy couple.

Aasim and Ruby shared a smile of their own then stepped forward, joining the group for the celebratory feast. The day hadn’t gone how either of them had expected, yet it had blossomed into something more beautiful than they’d ever dreamed. As Ruby sat down at the picnic table, Aasim’s hand in hers, her family surrounding her, her cheeks glowed with excitement. “Let’s get to planning some weddings!”

#twdg #fanfic #rusim #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #twdgs4

[stonecoldjerseyfox]

Jersey on my mind (part 30)

“It’s gonna be a great day.” 

Daryl turns his head from the robin, sitting on the ridge of a roof, further away and that he’s been fixing his gaze on for the past half an hour and observes Rick. His friend lets down his shoulders and relaxes his spine, takes a deep breath and lets himself take in the silent calmness of the morning surrounding them. He’s right. It’s gonna be a beautiful day. 

The breeze hasn’t even bothered to wake up today. It’s the two of them, the robin, who sings his morning song, to announce that a new day has begun, and the walkers. 

“Yeah.” 

“Gotta continue working on the wall.” Rick proclaims, as if to create a to-do list in his head of today’s chores. “Check blueprints, find materials. Gotta go on a run.”

“Great.” Daryl replies and nods at Rick. He’ll get to go, he knows it, and he doesn’t mind. As if he were a tame fox, who no matter how domestic it may seem, constantly needs a certain degree of freedom and nature. But he doesn’t mind returning back here either. Not anymore. “I’ll go.” He continues. “Just tell me whatcha’ need.”

“Yep.” Rick takes another deep breath. “What a day.” 

His sudden discovery of nature, the surroundings and an overbearing serenity hasn’t sprung from nothing. He watched by Carl’s side for days. Didn’t sleep, didn’t eat properly, not until Carl sat up in bed and ate himself. The eye was completely destroyed and had to be removed. Thanks to Denise, Rosita, Tara and Mila, who, thanks to her previous profession as a dental nurse, knew how to sterilize scalpels and tools, as well as use sedatives and anesthetics. Thanks to their care, Carl got better, as did Rick. 

“What time is it?” Rick says. “Seven, or eight?”

“Prolly.” Daryl looks at the sun. He watched it rise, heard the birds wake up. Rick joined him shortly after. “Early.” 

“Ya’ wanna go back to the house?” Rick asks. “Get some rest?” 

“Nah.” 

Rick fixates him with his gaze, very ‘nice cop’-like, yet friendly and somewhat cheeky. 

“When I first met Lori-” Rick says, then smiles faintly, chuckles. “Boy, I was- Couldn’t eat properly. Couldn’t sleep. Like I went around in a haze and just thought ‘bout her.”

Daryl nods a little, smiles very faintly, but inside of his chest, his heart takes a skip. 

Has it been two days, forty-eight hours ago he went downstairs holding hands with Jersey when everyone was eating breakfast at the big table? 

After their escapade in the shower, resulting in soaking clothes that had to sundry at the porch roof, they stayed in the bedroom for the entire day. Juri wasn’t in bed when they came out from the bathroom, holding their soaking wet clothes. The smell of breakfast toasts was enough for Mila to understand that Juri was downstairs. Daryl left late in the afternoon, to join a group that has started to create a temporary barricade at the broken wall. Carol brought a late dinner to the working group. 

“How strange, I think I saw these particular clothes sunbathing on the porch roof earlier.” She said cheekily and bumped his hip, while he took a bite of a sandwich.

“Shut up.” Daryl scoffed softly. 

“Pookie.” Carol grinned and shook her head.

He returned late and when he entered the bedroom again, both Mila and Juri were asleep, spooning each other on the bed surrounded by books, soft toys and cassette tapes. He sat down in the comfortable chair, didn’t feel like waking ‘em up by laying down next to them, where he fell asleep. 

Their presence downstairs the morning after that was a silent, visual proclamation that yeah, it was the two of ‘em now’. Or the three of them, including the kid wedged at Mila’s hip in his pajamas, barely awake, but determined to not skip breakfast. Daryl’s heart pounded harder than ever in his chest as they settled on the ground floor, next to each other in front of the entire Atlanta group at the table. Harder than when he stood in the yard as a child and saw the house, his home, burn down to the ground with his mother in it. But it was different. As if his chest was flooded with a warm, deep sense of pride, a sense of belonging. The group hadn’t, thankfully, made a big scene of the silent announcement, which was as big of a deal to him as if he’d announced he’d become the president of the whole damn united states of whatever. It was clear to him, when they sat down at the table, set with pancakes and toast, that the others had already put two and two together. Was it Carol who blabbed, or was it by any chance Rick? Anyway they took it without any fuss. Thankfully. He’d never pull through such a questioning. 

But Rick’s right, to some extent. He’s been in a constant haze for awhile now. He can’t put his finger on when the haze was inevitable, must’ve been during their walk to the gas station, but might just as well be earlier. She had a special impact on him from the start. Those blue, piercing eyes looking at him over the barrel of the gun after they’d saved him and Aaron. He can’t get enough of ‘em. 

“Guess ya’ right.” He therefore says. Why would he lie? Apparently they’re the talk of the town now anyway. Jeez. As if the townies don’t have else to talk about? 

“That hurricane of- I dunno, feelings. They’re good. Validation that everything’s just- perfect.” Rick says and by doing so, puts his finger on something Daryl have felt some kind of guilt for, not always, fuck no. 

But it’s a feeling he struggles with from time to time, if just for a second or a minute. He’s not good for her, or more correctly; not good enough. But that feeling’s swept away as soon as he notices her looking at him. The blue eyes smiling at him, as a lagoon of homeliness and deep affection. 

“Never done this before.” Daryl says husky. 

“No one has.” Rick replies while looking at the robin. “There’s a first for everyone. Ya’ just- gets a hang of your own mind. The rest goes by itself.” He makes a movement, and gets up from the boards. “I’ll go get some water.” He announces. 

Rick climbs down the ladder and Daryl looks after him as he strides over to the store. He smiles faintly to himself, lets his experienced gaze wander slow and steady over the closest surroundings at the other side of the makeshift wall. A few walkers have miraculously managed to remain on the site since they made a raid and eliminated most, after the great battle. One of them seems to have ended up in a loop; over and over again it crashes into the hood of an abandoned pickup, whose tires have almost grown stuck in the asphalt, which has been taken over, slow and steady, by mother nature. 

A soft tapping on wood gets his attention. He turns his head, and happens to see something at the lower end of the ladder.  

“Mornin’.” He greets Juri, who’s small, soft hands squeezes the second step of the hard, wooden ladder. “Wanna come up, kiddo?”

Without hesitating, Juri climbs the tall ladder, with the walkman in his pocket and the headphones around his neck. The big blue eyes are determined, curious. Almost at the top of the ladder, Daryl grabs the boy by his armpits and lifts him up to the platform. The three and a half year old is an early riser and has managed to dress himself this morning too, except the shoes that Juri wiggles in front of Daryl, to tie for him.

“Ya’ gotta learn to do this on ye’re own someday, kiddo.” Daryl says and ties the tiny Chuck Taylors.

A small index finger is pointed right at him. Juri looks at him with a clever grin, as to say: ‘Well, until then, you’re doing it for me’. Yeah, that’s probably true. Daryl lets out a faint chuckle. Being bossed around by a kid is something new. 

“Ya’ mom’s asleep?”

Juri nods. Daryl smiles. Before he left the night before to join Abraham at the watchtower he checked in on Mila and Juri. Juri was tucked in for bed and Mila had curled up next to him, supported by at least four pillows, with two books about bunnies in her lap; The Velveteen Rabbit and The Naughty Bunny. 

“See ya’ in the mornin’.” Daryl said, stroking Mila’s hair. “Night, kiddo.”

The smile he received from Juri, all wrapped up under the covers with his soft toys was priceless and also followed by a thrown, open-palm kiss.  

Juri settles down next to him on the platform. He’s dressed in a pair of rust colored dungarees with a black jumper underneath. On top he wears a flannel to shield himself from the still awakening sunlight, looking very proper. The blonde hair looks half combed, as if he got tired with trying and decided to leave it be. He fiddles on the walkman, while peering out over the wall with squinting eyes.  

“Ya’ had breakfast?” Daryl asks. 

Juri doesn’t answer, obviously, but he puts his hand in the front chest pocket of the dungarees and pulls something from it. A pack of two Reese’s cups. Daryl grins. 

“Ya’ mom won’t like that.” He says, but gets an authoritarian index finger in front of the mouth, followed by a ‘shhh’ from the boy; ‘I won’t tell if you don’t tell’. “Go ahead, kiddo.” Daryl therefore says.

He watches as Juri peels the packaging open and takes out a peanut butter cup and hands it to him. They eat the chocolate-peanutty-goodies under silence. He’s amazed at the little boy, who seems to have the intellect and the ability to think like a child who is twice as old. Mila hasn’t coddled him, except smothered him with infinite amounts of motherly love, no doubt ‘bout that, but he can dress himself, make decisions on his own. He’s curious rather than scared and calculating rather than impulsive. He likes to collect stones, feathers and sticks, picks flowers, investigates bugs and likes to draw and listen to music while jumping on the bed or running around in the streets. And Daryl adores him. He’s a great kid. 

“Whatcha’ listen to?” Daryl nods at the walkman between the small hands. 

Juri removes the headphones from around his neck. He holds them up in his right hand as he pushes the ‘play’-button and turns the small ‘plus’-volume button on the side of the device, increasing the volume, leaking an old rock song. 

“Sounds great.” 

Juri gesticulates with his hands. It makes him feel both dumb and sad over the fact that he actually can’t understand the kid. Not that it stops Juri from trying, but he can’t understand no matter how many times he repeats his gestures.

“Sorry kiddo.”

The kiddo ain’t let down that easily. He opens the walkman, takes out the tape and shows him. Daryl reads ‘Boston - Boston, 1979’, written in black marker at the thin line on the orange paper label at the black plastic tape. 

“Okay, here we go-” Rick appears at the edge of the platform, but pauses and bursts into a wide grin at the sight of Juri. “Hey, little guy.”

Juri waves at Rick as he climbs up and sits down at his left side. 

“Here-” Rick hands Daryl the bottled water and then looks at Juri. “You’re up early.”

The blonde boy nods proudly, as to say ‘yup, before my mom’. Daryl unscrews the cap from the plastic bottle and offers it to Juri. He takes it and takes two small sips, before handing it back and continuing to look out over the wall. But soon the little nose begins to search in the air. Daryl and Rick can smell it too; breakfast. Toasts and waffles.

“Ya hungry?” Rick asks Juri. Juri turns and peers up at Daryl, as if he had an answer for it. He then turns back to Rick, and shakes his head. “We’ll be replaced soon. Then we’ll eat.” Rick says, very dad-like. Authoritarian but still nice. 

Juri nods and returns to his walkman, puts the headphones over his blonde hair and disappears into his own world of Boston, 1979. Daryl looks down at the toddler sitting between him and Rick, nodding his head to the beat of the music, so carefree and at ease. He looks so much like Mila, except the blonde hair. But his constant cool is something else, a hybrid between Mila and whoever the man who biologically is his father. Mila’s a hothead by blood, with impressive self-control. Like the calmest water which in an instant can blow up into a raging storm. Juri, on the other hand, is calmness personified whatever the situation. Maybe because he relies on Mila entirely. He never has to be scared or worried.  

“Now, that’s a sight for sore eyes.” 

Daryl’s interrupted in his thoughts. He turns and looks over his left shoulder. Carol is standing on the ground, shielding her eyes from the sun, smiling up at the three of them. Juri waves happily down at her with a proud smile on his lips. He’s with the big boys now.  

“Hi, darling.” Carol waves at him before turning her eyes to Daryl. “Ya’ boys hungry?” Juri sniffs in the air and nods. “There’s honey and waffles for you, darling.” Carol smiles at the blonde boy. “What about you two?” 

“Sounds great.” Rick says. “We’ll be replaced soon.”

“Great.” Carol replies. “You’ve been up there all night.” She continues. “We’re planning a barbeque tonight. Why don’t you get some venison later?” 

I’ll be damn Carol, Daryl thinks to himself with a faint, but thankful smile. More things to do today, except collecting materials for the wall. 

“Sure.” He calls back at her. 

“I’ll thank you later, when you’re back with some meat.” She replies in a cheeky smile. “I’ll bring you three something to eat before you leave if you’d like?”

“Set up three more plates.” Rick says. “We’re done here soon.”

Carol nods smilingly, turns and starts walking back towards the houses. Daryl and Rick look at each other. Huh, a barbecue.  

“Could be fun.” Rick says. “Gotta chop some wood then. You wanna help?” He looks at Juri, who nods eagerly with the headphones around his neck again, excited to help out with grown-up stuff. “Great. We’ll start right away, after we’d had something to eat.”

Juri nods and looks at the two men on each side of him, rubbing his tummy, showing them that now he’s hungry. Especially when there’s waffles. He then gets up on his knees and, without warning, climbs into Daryl’s lap. The small hands start to fiddle with his vest, then with the cord of the headphones. Daryl doesn’t tense, but he becomes instantly aware of his body, as if a baby deer had climbed into his lap; he can’t scare him away. But Juri’s calm and relaxed. In the corner of his eye, Daryl sees Rick smile. 

“What?” 

“Nothin’.” Rick says and blinks. “Just, everything’s kinda fine, right?”

Daryl turns his gaze from Rick and looks down at Juri, who meets his gaze and smiles sunny, then out over the area on the other side of the safe-zone, contemplating his friend’s words. Yeah, he thinks. Things are actually kinda perfect. Fuckin’ hell, he feels great. Everything’s calm. No breaches and no herd of walkers approaching. There’s a three and a half-year old in his lap that looks at him like- yeah Daryl can’t figure that one out. But he seems happy. And there’s Mila, probably half awake by now, back at the house. Holy shit, he’s got his shit together at last. 

“Guess ya’ right.” Daryl replies.

“Yep.” Rick says, also turning his head out over the surroundings. “I’m happy for ya’.” He sighs. “It’ll be fun. Barbecue. Bonfire. The only thing’s missing is a harmonica, or a guitar.” Rick turns his head to look at him. “Ya’ play?”

“What? Guitar?” Daryl shakes his head. “Nah.”

But a faint smile spreads upon Daryl’s lips as an idea forms inside his head, accompanied by the muffled sound from Juri’s headphones, which leaks a guitar solo. Nah, he ain’t playing. But he knows someone who might. Inside his head, he adds another task to his mental to do-list.

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[baldwin-montclair]

Baldwin’s Nightingale (Part 10)

Characters: Baldwin Montclair/OC

Timeframe: After the S1 Finale, TV Show canon MOSTLY (some S2 and Shadow of Night).

Summary: Passions run high when Alisha and Baldwin return from the auction as considerations over the future of their relationship arise.

Tag requests: @christi14 @poemfreak306 @pookie-cleary

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PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

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“Wait,” Alisha fought to keep her head, Baldwin’s lips on her throat making that rather difficult, “don’t tear the dress, it’s too pretty!” She pleaded, fearing for the about to be scattered buttons that held it closed at the back.

The quiet growl of frustration from him did not help to temper her excitement either.

They had barely gotten in inside the apartment when when he pounced, her back against the heavy door and his suit jacket and bow tie discarded on the floor beside them.

However, just the mere seconds she delayed him caused an obvious change in his demeanour, as though that tiny window of opportunity allowed an equally small kernel of rationality to get through.

“Baldwin?” She started, already sensing him emotionally withdrawing.

“I can’t do this to you,” he swallowed hard, backing away from her, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not doing anything to me Baldwin, I can assure you I am very much a willing participant in this.”

“I’m not talking about sex, Alisha, I-“

“Neither am I. I told you, I love you and I want to be with you. I thought you felt the same way.”

“How I feel is irrelevant.”

“Don’t do that, if you’re going to protect your unfeeling asshole image then at least have the guts to not skulk off like you’re in some Jane Austen novel.” The sudden outburst of anger shocked him momentarily.

“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about!”

“Really? Do you think I didn’t notice poor Gallowglass jumping to attention when you commanded him?”

“I don’t know what you think you understand, about me, my family or my obligations but I promise you that the one thing the De Clermont’s do not need is their head distracted because his mate is in danger!”

It took every once of restraint she had not to meet his angry words with her own.

She stayed silent for a moment, trying to control her breathing - and seething fury - sensing him awaiting the next barb, like an embattled warrior preparing for another onslaught.

When it didn’t come, he ran his hand through his hair, seemingly at a loss.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly after a moment.

“I know,” she held out her hand for him to join her and he reached out and took it, allowing her to pull him into a warm hug as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, “do you want to tell me what happened?”

“Not particularly,” he answered, “but I don’t believe I have much of a choice.” He answered resignedly and released her from the embrace.

“You really don’t.” She agreed.

“We have a lot to discuss, you should be comfortable as we do so.”

“I’ll meet you back here,” she moved to leave before realising, “um, bit awkward but I really do need help with the buttons.”

A light chuckle escaped his lips, seemingly wiping clean the bad atmosphere between them.

He made a circular gesture with his finger, a signal for her to turn around and she did, trying not to think too hard about his fingers brushing temporarily against the skin of her back as he worked carefully.

“It is done.” He stated simply but paused to place a light kiss on the nape of her neck.

“Ah, that is nice.” Alisha sighed in relief as she massaged her scalp after removing the last of the hairpins, freeing the strained follicles.

She decided on borrowing yet another one of Baldwin’s shirts to wear, massive on her but so very comfortable and he did suggest that she should be comfortable.

When she left the room and found him, leaning against the sofa, shirt sleeves rolled up, she felt less unsure with her choice of dress.

Alisha was unconvinced that he didn’t know just how good he looked like this.

“Fortunate that I have so many shirts.”

“I can go change if you prefer?”

“I won’t have it, even if you are very distracting.”

“Me?” She answered with mock offence, giving him a frank look up and down before taking a seat on the sofa.

“Of course. As radiant as you were in that dress - and you were - looking as you are now I don’t think I’ve seen a more stunning sight.” He said smoothly, taking a seat beside her.

“You were going to tell me what happened, don’t try to distract me with charm.”

“I hoped that would work.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Very well.”

Alisha raised her eyebrows in encouragement for him to continue.

“Give me a moment to think.”

“I was in there for ages, you had plenty of time to think of what to say.”

“I did, then you emerged, like that, and I forgot what I was going to say.”

“You’re doing it again.” She accused.

Baldwin held his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Alright, what we were about to do, I knew it was the line.”

“What line?”

“The point of no return. If we continued, it would mean that we are mated and I couldn’t do that to you without your full understanding of what that meant.”

“Are you trying to tell me you’ve been celibate since becoming a vampire?” She asked disbelievingly.

“Gods no!”

“Then why-“

“They weren’t you. I cared for many, even loved a handful but they were not my mate.”

“So, if we had sex, that would mean we’re like vampire common law married or-“

“Not even close. Marriages can be annulled, broken in divorce. To become mated is to do so for life, all of yours and all of mine.” He explained.

“Would I need to be turned?” She asked with trepidation

“No,” he answered abruptly, “there’s no guarantee a siring would be successful and if it wasn’t, it would kill you.”

“Okay-“

“There’s something else to consider.”

“Which is?”

“Vampires cannot biologically reproduce, I cannot give you children.”

“Why do you assume I want children?”

“You’re of age, fertile-“

“Neither things mean I have to have my own.”

“You don’t like children?”

“I love them, I help out at a musical camp every summer. I just enjoy giving them back to their parents at the end. Did you have children, before?”

“Not that I know of. Unlike you, I don’t really have the patience for dealing with them.”

“You’ve never had to deal with them, I bet you’d go all Papa Bear if you did, you’re exactly the type.”

“Unlikely.”

“Have you sired any vampires?”

“One. Her name is Miyako, a ferocious warrior when she was a human. As a vampire, she’s unstoppable.”

“You sound proud of your daughter, Baldwin. It’s kind of adorable.”

He rolled his eyes at her teasing.

“Will I meet her at some point?” She asked, hopeful.

“That depends on you.”

“I still haven’t shown I understand what mating means to your satisfaction?”

“The fault is not yours, I have kept the most difficult aspect until last.” He admitted.

“Which is?”

“Obedience.”

“Excuse me?”

“Exactly. Not as simple now, is it?”

“Baldwin, you know this world and the dangers, I don’t. If you’re saying that I have to follow instructions to be safe then I will-“

“I’m not...saying that. I’m saying that I am the head of my family and as my mate, you would be part of that family. You would have to obey me in all matters, as they must, if not more.”

“That seems slightly medieval.”

“Perhaps, but it’s the best way to keep order amongst creatures who would rather see one another dead, and that is not going to change. It’s a necessary ultimatum, I’m afraid.”

“Why do I get the feeling that if I can’t accept that, I don’t get any of you.”

“It’s not vindictive, it’s what needs to happen.”

“What is? We just never see each other again?”

“Yes. I would of course see to it that you had a good life, new country, new identity. The mating instinct lies with me, you might be...upset for a time but you’ll move on.”

“Will you?”

“Don’t concern yourself with me, I know how to be on my own.”

“And I know what I want. The same thing I wanted before, I want you. I agree to your conditions.”

“You’ll obey me without question?”

“Yes. If I don’t trust that every command you give is for a good reason then I can’t claim to truly love you, can I?”

“And if my first command is to make temporary peace with Gerbert until we have the means to utterly destroy him?”

“He killed Michael.”

“Guillermo killed Michael.”

“On his orders!”

“Did Guillermo tell you that?”

Alisha averted her gaze.

“He’s dead, it’s not like he can disagree.”

Baldwin shook his head and tilted her chin with his finger to force her to look at him.

“Did he tell you that?”

“No.”

“Then we have no proof, yet.”

Alisha sighed in resignation.

“He’s not getting the drive.”

“I didn’t say he was. As far as he knows, it does not exist. When, and only when he is no longer a threat, may you continue Michael’s work. Do you accept?”

“Yes.” She answered after a moment.

“Wait here.” He told her and disappeared off to his office, returning a moment later to take a knee in front of her.

“Seriously?” She smiled.

“If we’re going to do this,” he started, removing a small jewellery box from his pocket, “we’re doing it right.”

He opened the box to show a stunning precious round cut opal set in a circle of diamonds with a bright titanium band.

He gave her a look of concern.

“Alisha, please breathe.” He reminded her as she’d inhaled sharply upon seeing it but had not yet exhaled.

“I don’t think I can. It’s-“ she stopped, at a loss.

“An Opal, I‘ve had it for over two thousand years. Mark Anthony tried to buy it from a Senator, planning to gift it to Cleopatra but my father wanted to cause a rift in the Senate. Philippe bade me purchase it instead. He wasn’t interested in the stone so he told me to keep it, that it would be of use one day.”

“Are you telling me that this stone was almost given to Cleopatra by Mark Anthony?”

“Yes, and had he been successful in placing it on her, the devotion it signified would pale in comparison to the devotion it bestows on you now.”

She had to congratulate him for finding a non-trite way of saying that he loved her more than Mark Anthony loved Cleopatra.

“Alisha Black, do you accept me, Lucius Segeric Benoit Christophe Baldwin De Clermont as your husband, mate and master from this breath until your last?”

“I do.”

Baldwin removed the ring from the box and slid it onto the ring finger of her left hand.

“Is that...it?”

“For the Congregation, my family,” he stopped himself, “our family, and every creature, that is it. For human legalities, we will have to file some paperwork, which can be done at Sept-Tours.”

“Don’t we need a priest to officiate.”

“I wasn’t aware you were devout,” he smiled, “Mrs Montclair.”

“I’m not, I just thought we needed an authority to-“

He cut her off with a kiss.

“I am the authority, and you just promised to obey me,” he cupped her face in his hand and lightly stroked his thumb over her bottom lip, “any regrets Little Nightingale?” He asked.

“None,” she shivered in anticipation, “My Lord.”

She deliberately responded with the name that excited him as much as the one he’d uttered excited her.

“Careful.”

“Or?”

“Would you like me to show you?”

“Yes.”

It almost happened in a blur, his leading her into the bedroom and closing the door behind them. She reached out to begin work on the buttons of his shirt but he stopped her.

“I suspect you need some practice in obeying your husband. Close your eyes.”

She opened her mouth to ask why but the mock stern look he gave, stopped her, and she she gave into his order.

“Good, now, you are going to keep your hands down by your sides and not move unless I tell you to.” He told her from somewhere in front of her. His footsteps were so quiet it was impossible to determine his location unless he was speaking, and he had stopped.

When he did make his presence known again, it was to begin to unfasten the buttons of the shirt she was wearing. His command to stay still was severely at war with her self-consciousness when he reached the bottom button.

Fortunately, he did not immediately open the garment but instead traced a line from her neck to her navel with his cold fingers.

He then withdrew his touch, leaving her unsure as to his location.

“You’re doing very well” He praised from behind her as he placed a possessive kiss on the side of her neck.

“Thank you.” She answered, anticipation, arousal and adrenaline causing a heady mixture of emotions, and her knees to grow slightly weaker.

“I’m right here, you can lean against me,” he assured, “I’ll never let you go.”

Accepting his gesture she relaxed against him, allowing her head to fall back and rest on his shoulder. Her movement caused the fabric of the shirt still concealing her breast to fall open.

Without thinking, she moved to put it back where it was and felt Baldwin’s posture straighten.

“Sorry.” She said quietly and he seemed to relax again.

“Forgiven.” He answered, before sliding the shirt from her shoulders, to the floor, leaving her in just her underwear.

This caused her to gasp slightly in surprise.

“Alisha?” He asked.

“I’m fine.” She managed to squeak out.

In response, he pulled her back against him and she realised at some point, he too had disposed of his own shirt, the skin on skin contact making her want to move, to turn and face him.

“Do you want me to stop.”

“No, but I want to touch you.”

“Patience.”

Baldwin’s actions became plain to her. She’d promised to obey, she’d accepted him as her husband and master and he repaid this trust by demonstrating the benevolence of his rule. However, this also meant that it was moving at exactly the pace he set and she had no choice but to surrender to his will.

Only when he was satisfied she’d accepted this, did he turn her to face him.

“You can open your eyes.” He told her but she had a plan and kept them closed.

“Can I also please move?” She asked, appealing to his authority.

“No.”

“As you wish, My Lord.” She answered, trying to hide impatience.

“I did say you could open your eyes.”

“You said I could, you did not command me to do so. If you were to command me, I would, of course, obey.”

“I won’t command it, I’ll instead leave that to My Lady’s discretion.”

She could almost hear the wolffish grin in his words, a challenge that had been accepted.

“Are you trying to retain some control here?” He asked.

“I’m not.”

“No?” He challenged, his hand closing over her left breast as his thumb brushed circles around her nipple.

She could only shake her head in response to his question, the sudden direct contact in the sensory semi-deprivation he had her in ignited her nerve endings and she had to bite her lip to stop the moan that threatened to escape.

“Are you sure? Your heart is beating so fast, I can only deduce that you’re either lying, or...”

His hand wandered down to the edge of her underwear, hesitated a moment and slipped under the fabric.

This moan, she had no power to suppress.

“You can move.”

She opened her eyes, relieved and instantly wrapped her arms around his neck to lean up and kiss him. His arm around her back held her upright against him as his fingers explored.

He walked her over to the edge of the bed and laid her down before removing the last item of clothing she had on and throwing it off to the side. He, however, was still in possession of his trousers and she tried to sit up to relieve him of these.

“Not yet.” He pushed her onto her back gently

She huffed with impatience and he brushed her cheek with his hand.

“I have no wish to hurt you,” he explained as he positioned himself between her legs, “I intend to make you ready before I take you.”

Alisha swallowed hard as she watched him kiss the inside of her thigh.

“I’m not exactly experienced Baldwin but I’m no virgin either, you won’t hurt me.” She assured him.

“There’s no rush, we have all night.”

“But-“

The sudden sensation of her husband’s infamous ‘silver tongue’ cut off her protest. The reputation had been earned through his skill of negotiation and deal-making but it turned out his talent with it far exceeded this narrow field.

It also didn’t help that she was completely unprepared for the degree of pleasure this action elicited having never experienced it before. She’d slept with exactly two men in her life and neither had a fraction of the skill as was being demonstrated upon her at that moment.

“Baldwin, please,” she gasped, shaking her head and trying to pull away before she was too far gone. But with her now shaking legs over his muscular shoulders, she couldn’t get far. There was no earthly way she could be more at his mercy than she was at that moment.

“What is it?” He asked with patience, continuing the delicious pressure with the pad of his thumb whilst he playfully nipped at her thigh with his teeth.

“I need...I want you...inside me, when I-“

He place one last kiss where he’d been attending and stood, allowing her to unfasten his belt and undo his pants, all the while he was admiring her face, her blown pupils and flushed cheeks.

It didn’t take long for her to determine his concern for her comfort.

Having seen plenty of statues from the time Baldwin was human had led her to severely underestimate the size of Roman men’s endowments, judging by the one before her.

“Lie back.” He told her softly and she obeyed, moving further up the bed and watched him cover her body with his own.

It wasn’t until the early morning hours that the newlyweds had thoroughly consummated the union to their satisfaction and slipped into a blissful sleep.

Alisha awoke to the light in the window and, given the early winter’s sun, deduced it had to be close to noon. She was still resting against her husband’s shoulder as he was absently tracing patterns on her back.

”How long have you been awake?”

“Not long. I don’t usually require sleep two nights in a row but last night...” he trailed off.

“Did I exhaust the great and powerful Baldwin De Clermont?” She shifted her position to look up at him.

“Yes, you very much did, Mrs De Clermont.”

“I thought I was Mrs Montclair.”

“You’re both, however, De Clermont by marriage is your title amongst all creatures. According to the humans, you are Alisha Montclair.”

“And you’ll have to write all your names down for me, I don’t think I got them all.” Her smile faltered.

“Sweetheart?”

“Your family, will they accept me?”

“They don’t really have a choice.” He shrugged, unconcerned.

“That’s not as comforting as you think it is! Please tell me Marcus and Gallowglass are the most difficult members of your family to win over!”

“Somewhat.” He lied, picturing the expressionless fury of Ysabeau upon discovering his hypocritical taking of a daemon mate after how he reacted with Matthew mating with a witch.

She’d met the two most genial and easy to get along with members of the De Clermont clan. He was unsure how his sister Verin would react. Marthe could be won over, he calculated. Matthew was gone for the foreseeable future so he was no issue.

“Your mother, is she-“

“Step-Mother, Ysabeau was my father’s mate and she will be accommodating. We will leave today, file the necessary paperwork and only then do we speak to the Congregation.”

“But we’re not accusing Gerbert.”

“No, but we must submit our union to their consideration nonetheless.”

“I don’t understand Baldwin, you said-“

“Stop,” he answered gently, framing her face in his hands, “it will be alright. The witches will be against but I can convince Agatha to have the daemons vote for us.”

“Do you get a vote?”

“I do.”

“Gerbert is your enemy, he will vote no.”

“Yes, but Domenico will vote in our favour, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Five to four.”

“See, no need to worry.”

“What about the Covenant, I thought that was ironclad?”

“It was. But, after the escapade with Matthew and Diana, I relaxed the covenant rules somewhat. It’s no longer completely forbidden but any prospective couple must make a request to the Congregation. I can’t argue for it and then not adhere to it myself.”

“Okay.” She told him, unconvinced he should be so certain.

“Alisha,” he cupped her chin to maker her look at him, “I’m good at convincing people to act in my interests. But make no mistake, I will rip open the throats of any who would dare try and take you from me. Is that understood?”

“Yes.” She answered, a lot more sure about her answer than before.

“You are my wife and my mate. You will love and obey me and I will protect and adore you.”

“I am yours to command, My Lord.” She grinned.

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PART 11

[ginnyweatherby]

Mother Knows Best

Remember when I used to write cutesy, canon Stanfou fics?  Yeah, what happened?  This is just a short little piece I wrote that features Lefou, but mostly focuses on my OC Madeline because even though she is of my own creation, I love her.  I’ve put my girl through a lot, though, so I decided to write something happy for her.

Happy Mother’s Day, Madeline, and to all the other mamas out there!

It was hard to believe that only a year ago, Madeline was struggling to fit into her dress and wondering if Maman would even want to see her for Mother’s Day.  She remembered the tense brunch at a nice restaurant, her sisters trying to keep the conversation going smoothly in between Maman’s sharp quips, while Madeline just tried not to cry.

She was only three months along at the time, but she had learned to love the baby, and she simply wished her mother could do the same.  At least Chloe and Emma were excited, their chatter filling the awkward air between their mother and the eldest Durand sister.

But now, Madeline was a mother.  Charlotte was her little six-month-old bundle of joy and she couldn't be happier.

“You look so pretty to go see Grandmere today,”  Madeline commented, as she adjusted the flower headband on her daughter’s head.  It matched the fluffy purple dress Maman had gifted her, since she didn't like many of the hand-me-downs Charlotte usually wore.

Charlotte stuffed her fat fists in her mouth, drool oozing onto her hands.  She’d recently cut her first tooth, and by the looks of it, was in the process of growing a few more.  Madeline made a mental note to bring a few teething rings along with them today.

“That's right,”  Madeline cooed, smoothing the little girl’s dress before setting her safely on the floor while she got herself ready.

She figured it wouldn't matter if she wore the same dress as last year.  It was a lovely green one, and she rather liked the way she looked in it.  Last year, she had trouble closing the zipper due to the baby growing inside of her, but this year it sat comfortably around her - even with the little layer of baby fat she still sported around her middle.

“I don't see how I'll be able to eat today, since you and Papa spoiled me so well this morning,”  Madeline said, as she rooted through her meager jewelry box for a pair of earrings to match.

Lefou had managed to keep Charlotte quiet until nearly eight (Madeline couldn't remember the last time she’d slept so late), only waking her up once he’d prepared a grand breakfast for her.

She didn't expect anything for Mother’s Day, since Charlotte was still a baby, and she and Lefou weren't together, but he managed to surprise her.  Toast, eggs, her favorite cereal, coffee, juice… she hadn't eaten so well in weeks.  It was made even better when Lefou placed the tray on her lap, and exited the room - before he returned carrying a smiling Charlotte, who held a card in her hand.

Charlotte gurgled from beside her, and Madeline saw she had located her favorite teddy bear, the one Lefou dubbed “Pookie”.

Once Madeline was satisfied with her appearance, she pulled Charlotte (and Pookie) into her arms as they exited the bedroom.  It was almost eleven; they would have to hurry if they wanted to meet Maman on time.

Lefou was in the living room, weekend daytime television playing as he surrounded himself with his textbooks.  He worked so hard to make good grades, in addition to his demanding job.

Madeline was proud of him, even if she did feel bad when she saw the dark circles under his eyes and the tired smiles he exchanged with her over breakfast in the mornings.

“Are you going to see your mom today?”  Madeline asked, as she threw a teething ring and spare bottle into her bag.

“Jacqueline and I are meeting her around one,”  Lefou said, not tearing his eyes away from his work, chewing on the cap of his pen.

“Don’t work too hard, it's Sunday,”  Madeline teased, but she knew all too well what it was like trying to keep her marks up while still balancing home life.

Lefou laughed, finally looking up at her.  “You two look nice.”

“I just hope it goes better than last year’s Mother’s Day catastrophe,”  Madeline said, adjusting Charlotte on her hip.

“Of course it will,”  Lefou assured her.  “Charlotte will be there, and she can make anyone smile… isn't that right, sweetheart?”  He added, directing his attention to their daughter.

Charlotte blew a slobbery bubble in response.

Madeline kissed the side of her head, and said goodbye to Lefou as she carried the baby out the door.

Charlotte will be there.

She knew Lefou hadn't meant much by those words, but they were amazing all the same.  

Between all her surgeries, and the uncertainty when Charlotte was first born, Madeline wondered if her daughter would even live a few weeks, much less make it to Mother’s Day.  While the breakfast was delicious, the fact her baby was so happy today was the greatest gift she could have received.

She met Maman and her sisters at the restaurant, Emma immediately insisting on holding her little niece.  Charlotte loved her aunts, and was always excited to see them again.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mama,”  Madeline said, politely, offering the tiny box in her hand.  She didn't have much money this year, but she had scrounged up enough waitressing tips and couch cushion change to get her mother a nice pin to wear on her favorite jacket.  It was of a daisy, her favorite flower.

Her mother offered a smile of gratitude before they followed the waiter to their seats.

Emma placed Charlotte in a high-chair at the end of the table, as they gave their drink orders.

“She's getting so big,”  Chloe commented, tapping Charlotte’s nose, causing her to giggle.

“Bigger every day,”  Madeline agreed, as she perused the menu.  Thank goodness too.

Their lunch went by without much of a hitch at all, much to Madeline's relief.  Charlotte was getting a little fussy in her chair so she had switched to her usual one-handed eating, while holding the baby in the other.

After awhile, their waiter returned with two roses in his hand.

“Mama, I think those are for you,”  Madeline said, remembering last year when their restaurant had offered her mother a chocolate for the holiday.

“One is,”  the waiter agreed.  “One is for you.”

Even though Madeline had been a mother for six months now, it hadn't registered that others saw her as such.  For so long she was known as “the girl who got pregnant” or “The Durand girl - the one with a baby now.”

It was nice to be seen as a mama, no strings attached.

“Careful of the thorns,”  The waiter said, eyeing Charlotte as he handed Madeline her flower.  “Happy Mother’s Day to the both of you.”

Once he’d left, Maman offered to hold the baby, while Madeline finished her dessert.

Charlotte was getting tired, and therefore fussy, but Maman didn't seem to mind.  For someone who struggled to accept her at first, there was no doubt that she loved her granddaughter more than anything.

“I hope you've treated your mama for Mother’s Day,”  Maman said, cradling the baby close to herself.

Charlotte replied with a long yawn.

“That means ‘yes’,”  Madeline translated.  “Charlotte and her papa made me breakfast in bed this morning.”

“Did you now?”  Maman asked, adjusting Charlotte’s collar, as the baby began to settle.

“She's shaping up to be a pretty good cook,”  Madeline said, finishing up her slice of cake.  “Even if the toast was a little on the dark side.”

“Maybe she can come cook for my birthday,”  Chloe said, with a laugh.

Emma (ever the Sci-Fi fan) began rambling on about how the toast being on “the dark side” reminded her of a new movie she was dying to see.

Madeline tuned out her youngest sister as she looked around the table.  She couldn't contain a smile from coming over her face, nor would she have wanted to.

Last Mother’s Day had been tense and awkward.  The smiles were tight and the conversation short.

Today, everybody’s smiles were genuine.  Chloe and Emma were picking from each other’s plates, Charlotte was asleep in her grandmother’s lap, and even Maman looked happy.  She couldn't remember the last time Maman looked really, truly happy.

Their meal ended shortly after, and soon Madeline was saying goodbye to her family.

“Happy Mother’s Day again,”  She said, kissing Maman on the cheek, as she took care not to wake the sleeping infant in her arms.

“Happy Mother’s Day, darling,”  Maman said in return, brushing a strand of Madeline’s dark hair away from her face.  “I hope your first one was a special one.  There’s many more to come.”

When Madeline returned home, Lefou was still out with his own mother and sister, so the apartment was quiet.  She laid Charlotte in her crib, before returning to the living room to catch up on some of her own studies while she had the place to herself.

She removed her jacket, and something fell from her pocket onto the floor.

She picked up a little gray box, confused where it had come from.  She didn't recognize it.

Inside was a little locket.  Silver, in the shape of a heart.  When she opened the locket, she found a picture of Charlotte on one side, and a snapshot of Madeline holding Charlotte on the other, smiles on both of their faces.

There was a note taped to the back of the box that she hadn't noticed at first.

Happy Mother’s Day, Maman!  I love you!

Love, Charlotte Mae

P.S:  Grandmere has good taste in jewelry.

#i write more for my oc's than canon characters #i am my own fandom #disney #beauty and the beast #batb fan fiction #does this even count as fanfic at this point? #it has lefou in it #so i'm counting it #at least for my own blog organization purposes #lefou #random ramblings #weatherby writes

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hi pookie its meee🩷🩷

I just wanna tell im sorry that i havent been spamming lately😂. Part of it is because im busy preparing for my sis engagement day which is tomorrow (WHO KNEW ENGAGEMENT WOULD BE VERY CHAOTIC?!)

Unwanted updates has been my alarm clock early in the morning (around 6-8)😂. Usually I would wake up at 12 in the afternoon but since then, early it is.

Somehow my brain knows when you’ll update.

OKKAY Let’s rewind to chpter 23. Of all things… SHEAR A SHEEP?!😂😂😂😂 Thinking about it, I might actually do it too😂 Tony and Pocket clicked right away. I love their dynamic. He cares for her since the beginning and for someone like Pocket, she needs him. That chapter is wholesome.

Next, even if it’s only 1 part, we got to see Sam and Pocket in action and I can’t wait for more. Sam calling himself dark chocolate is just😂😂😂😂. Also a glimpse of Pocket’s childhood/backstory😔 She’s a tough one which makes me even more worried. The ‘plan’. Buying drugs from Kozlov sounds BAD. This makes me think that they will force her to take some kind of new drugs that made her really vulnerable and kidnapped her. (and i really REALLY think, will be the work of fucker cunthage).

Last but not least, I miss Bucket😂 I miss his stupid head. I cant wait for him to be the knight in shining armor, saving his beloved Pocket and beat the shit out of Jeremiah. I trust Pookie will build him to the manly man he needed to be.

Anyways, as always, loads of love for u Pookie. Ur work r the best.😭🩷 I cant wait for the upcoming new story.🔥

Hi, Bestie!!! I love getting your messages! And no need to apologize, because 1) they are *never* spam, and 2) you're busy! Congratulations to your sister, by the way! I hope she has a very long, happy, and healthy marriage! I'm glad I can be your personal alarm clock, lol; though, if I could sleep until noon, that's all I'd be doing! So, the shearing a sheep thing-- I was having a convo with @mrsbuckybarnes1917 and was talking about how I think RDJ and I could be besties, just hanging out and shooting the shit and going on ridiculous adventures, then I was like "he seems like the kind of guy I could shear a sheep with in the middle of the night." And BOOM! An origin story was born! It ended up working out better than I expected. I love writing them together so very much. He really is the solid foundation of her life, and if not for him, who knows where she'd be right now?

Sam calling himself 'Dark Chocolate' was loosely based on Marshall from How I Met Your Mother calling himself 'Big Fudge.' I dunno, as I was writing, I just saw Sam saying it, and I was like 'Bingpot!'

I miss Bucket, too. He has a teeny, tiny over-the-phone cameo in the next part, but they won't be 'on screen' again together until Chapter 25. I should have kept them apart for longer, honestly, but I couldn't resist.

Three parts coming out today, since they're all relatively short, and I'll be leaving you on a bit of cliff hanger to start your weekend. In the meantime, I'm off to work on With Friends Like These which, part way through chapter four, is already 19.5k words. Brevity is not my strong suit, apparently, lol.

As always, Pookie loves you so much, and the cat-kiss gifs give me life! There's nothing I love more than a kitten smooch!

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OUR SEXY MACHO swaggering into Pocket’s spiral ❤️

Mother Pookie, thou has fed thy meowies (us) sum more great cakes🤌🏻😂 ONCE AGAIN, thou has bamboozled me with thou’s writing🩷

Tis was me reaction😂

Poor poor Chloe. She was too young and if I were Pocket, I too would blame myself. Pocket is devastated af. It would lessen the guilt (a teeny tiny bit) if she didn’t know Chloe. To make it worse, she was in the SAME ROOM with Chloe. Even if I were to say that she shouldn’t blame herself (bcs well, she was seriously not in this world at that moment), the consequences are too big for her NOT to. Regardless of what, THAT was her mission. Her responsibility. It’s not a lie when I say, she’s reckless. That recklessness intensifies when she didn’t get what she wanted (her crave for Buckaroo) and now, with an extra guilt, she’ll keep on digging down to her grave. (Basically Pocket is in denial with her feelings because she miss Buckdoodle OH MY😭 but can’t bcs she shouldn’t trust him)

BUT DARE I SAY SHE NEEDS BUCKWHEAT ASAP.

Rather than making her spiral more (ohhh but she’s still going to be mad ofc initially), Bucket reappearance will be like a slap to her head😂 Something that makes her conscious bcs i feel like she’s going to hate it if Buckball saw her at her bottom (on her lowest self). And that feeling will then formed into a new one (as mother Pookie state our Pocket will seduce Buckdweeb for ‘old time sake’). It become a conquest for Pocket to once again deny her feelings but with a clearer head by trying to have a one last bite of her favourite meal (and that favourite meal is BUCKET) or yknow, she’s doing it to torture him…

THANK GOD NOTHING HAPPENED TO SAM😭 And I hope nothing serious w AJ. Dark chocolate, you will be missed but mother pookie needs to make Buckdoodle and Pocket kiss.

Now, what’s left is the revelation, Pocket and cunthage one last confrontation, and HOPEFULLY a Buckaroo and Jeremiah showdown (more fun if the whole team whopping up her ass).

So I still don’t have a clear theory of Buckwheat fucking cuntsy twice. Pookie said, first one didn’t count bcs Lil Buck didn’t wanna come out and play. He wasn’t SA, or sexed pollen. One concrete theory before was him being boned at the field (bcs our Bucky gets hard when fighting). Manipulative Jerome may touch him during it (like after the fight) and well, Lil Bucky didn’t wanna play bcs he’s injured but was too hard/painful to move, so as usual, Jeremiah took the opportunity and shove her hole there (sorry for the crassness).

THE SECOND TIME it happened, was because of the false news (Steve and Pocket) and him being guilty from the first time. And yup, this time Lil Bucky has the balls bcs well, he’s mad at Pocket and at the same time was just using Cunthage like Pocket fucking other dudes right now. (If Pocket aren’t satisfy with other man, surelyyyyyy Buckwheat too. No one is as tight as hers — again sorry😂)

Appreciate our sexy macho❤️(those pecs rawr)

BUTT, I do have a question, is the stomach bug issue solved yet? Is it a part of the revelation? Or I ACTUALLY missed smth. That is a mystery to me.😂

Anyways, I feel like that’s all the discussion and thoughts im going for today. My battery now is 10%, and it’s almost noon here. (I’ve been writing this since my battery was at 20+ish😂). My brain is still sleepy though, so that’s all I can think of for today.

As usual, Mother Pookie, thy meowies love thee🩷🩷🩷 I absolutely enjoy the thrill and brain wrecking thinking after reading Unwanted. It’s fun to read others comment/theories, cursing Jeremiah and Buckwheat, forming an anti-Steve group. It has been such a ride, can’t believe we’re almost at the end. Looking forward to do this again for With Friends Like These. Here’s your kitten SMOOCHH~

Wink wink. Btw did I tell you that I can’t wait for Bucket? Yeah, I need to say it again.

MANIFESTING BUCKETS REAPPEARANCE!!!

Goofy ass Buckwheat~

BUCKET MANIFESTATION IS COMING AT 5PM EST! BUCKET MANIFESTATION IS COMING AT 5PM EST! BUCKET MANIFESTATION IS COMING AT 5PM EST! BUCKET MANIFESTATION IS COMING AT 5PM EST! BUCKET MANIFESTATION IS COMING AT 5PM EST!

That is approximately 23 minutes! That gives me (I hope!) enough time to respond to this GLORIOUS missive and upload, lol.

And GOD. If Bucky macho-swaggered into my life like in that first gif? My PTSD would be cured! My sinuses would unclog! My mortgage would be paid, because DAY-UM.

Fortunately, Pocket's spiral is about to come to an end! We have one more issue to deal with (and it's an issue you've all been questioning for a long, long time now), but Bucket will appear at just the right time to keep her from continuing on this path of self-destruction. Boy's been spending the last two months in therapy while Our Girl's been away, so he'll drop some nuggets that will help her out. He will, literally, shake some sense into her.

I want to tell you so much more, but I think it's better if I show you, so look for the first of tonight's drops coming up in just a fee minutes! Pookie loves you so much!!!!