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Every Baby Needs a Daddy 12
Part 11
@spectrum-spectre before you say anything, there's no smut in this one so go to sleep and read it at a more reasonable hour
In Eddie's fantasy world, he took off in a plane with Steve, escorted him back to Indiana, dropped him off at the door of the home he'd be staying at, giving him a very thorough scenting before letting him go.
But Eddie had work to take care of and Steve said he would be fine. And Eddie had gotten the hang of figuring out when Steve meant what he said. It wasn't hard. Whenever he wanted to be spoiled, he put that bratty lilt to his voice. They parted ways, Eddie having rubbed himself all over Steve before they exited the car, then again before getting to the check out counter.
Eddie was avoiding notice by wearing his hair in a braided bun and big sunglasses. He insisted on getting Steve a first class ticket. It was the only way to keep too many people from rubbing against him and thus making his scent fade sooner.
"Don't miss me too much", Eddie teased, looking over the rim of his shades.
Steve wrapped his arms around his neck. "I already do, Daddy", he whispered. He kissed him and then murmured against his lips. "Can't stop thinking about it. In less than ten days..."
Eddie put his hands to Steve's waist. He couldn't wait either. They'd be reuniting for Steve's heat. But they weren't coming back together just for that. While Steve was pretty regular and was 99% it would come when he said it did, Eddie would have Steve on the first jet to Texas on January 1st.
Steve thoroughly enjoyed the luxury of first class and landed back home with less than half the stress of a normal plane flight. Eddie had been a little zealous in spending on him sometimes, and it reflected in how much money he sent to Steve so that he could get a ride at the airport. Steve had specifically told him that Lucas could have picked him up and then he'd be with family for the rest of the time.
Eddie must've heard something different because when Steve checked his venmo, he was several hundred dollars richer. When Lucas picked him up, he decided that money could be well spent doing some last minute shopping.
"You know, I'm actually kind of relieved", Lucas said as they packed the last of the stuff into his trunk.
"Why?", Steve asked.
"I thought when you started being a sugar baby and junk you'd turn into a different person. But you're still Steve."
Steve smiled. "Didn't go through a name change last I checked."
"You know what I mean. You were still cursing out the ref at the game back in DC. And you got Robin a mug with a weird picture, not like a diamond encrusted dog bowl or something."
"She's gonna love the mug more than that. And the ref had his blinders on for the whole first half."
Steve didn't realize how relieved he was to hear that though, that he had retained the real parts of himself even though he felt completely changed by Eddie. Would he start to change in time? How long would it take? His reverie was broken when Lucas pulled into the driveway of his home.
"Okay, so Dustin told my parents you were seeing someone and Mike told them it was someone famous but they don't know it's Eddie Munson."
Steve felt his stomach drop. "Do they know that I'm?"
Lucas shook his head. "You get to tell them that."
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me", Steve groaned.
The last thing he wanted to tell the people who helped him through the final years of high school and the first couple of college was that he was getting dicked down by a celebrity and was falling for him too. The Sinclairs were more like his parents than his actual mom and dad.
They didn't hold back either, bringing it up the moment he entered and they got their hugs.
"Dustin told us you're seeing someone?", Mrs. Sinclair said.
Steve snuck an ear twist as Dustin walked by with a grin, one that the Sinclairs definitely noticed but let him get away with. He had to be honest not just because of how important they were, but because they'd find out everything sooner or later. New traveled fast online and he was honestly surprised they didn't know more already.
"I met him one night at a bar. He covered my dinner when I was a little short", Steve said as his hands were kept busy helping with the food preparation.
"Sounds like a gentleman", Mr. Sinclair said.
Lucas and his friends were sitting in the living room, which Steve was thankful for. He knew they'd want to spill every last bean. He got away with giving them minimal info: Eddie's first name, the fact he was a musician, an alpha, and that they'd been on a few dates.
That night, he cornered Dustin and Mike and made them swear to keep their mouths shut about anything else.
"Lucas got basketball tickets. We should get something to", Mike said.
"How's about you don't get a tanned hide?", Steve offered, eyes hard.
Christmas went as usual, Steve spent the day of and day after in the Sinclair home, then returned to his own apartment where Robin was already waiting to celebrate New Years. He didn't get two feet into the door before she was feeling his stomach.
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not-"
"But you could be. I know you and your cumslut tendencies. So I know you're not making him wrap it up."
"But I'm still taking my birth control", Steve said.
"You just know that if you get knocked up I'll have no choice but to move back in with you and help you raise this pup", Robin said.
"There is no pup. And I wouldn't make you do that."
"I would though. For you", she promised.
"I know Robs. That's why I'm not gonna let it happen. If I wanna have his baby, you'll get a six month notice before we conceive."
"Thank you for that."
They spent December 31st ordering take out from three different places and binging Empire. When it got to the time for real festivities to begin, they turned the tv to where Eddie said he was going to be performing.
"So that's your beau. He's not bad", Robin complimented. "How's the rest of the band?"
"They're great. I think you and Jeff would really get along. He's actually really into brass instruments too. And Gareth knows a bunch of nerd languages."
"You mean like Klingon and Elvish?"
"And apparently he's learning Atlantean."
Midnight came and Steve kissed her forehead and Robin kissed his cheek.
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The next day, he was packed and ready to hop on his flight. Robin dropped him off and hugged him tight enough to hold him over until the next time they met. His ticket was first class again and when he landed in Austin, he was already feeling a tingling under his skin. He missed his alpha. Need his scent, his touch, the rumble of his voice.
Because of this, while he loved the other CC boys, he was a little disappointed to see them awaiting his arrival and not Eddie.
"The Ed-man had to finish something in the studio last minute", Gareth explained as they led Steve to the car.
"Thanks for picking me up, guys", Steve certainly preferred them over a stranger from Uber.
Grant drove the way back, taking them to a mansion that had Steve's jaw dropping. He was no stranger to big houses, but he was used to them being simply for status. They'd been grand but sterile, devoid of any personality. The moment Steve stepped in, he could see that wasn't true for this place. He could pick out each of the resident's scents, could see each of their quirks as he was given a tour of the place.
They saved Eddie's room for last and he found out when Eddie barreled down the hallway to meet them at his door.
"They're really good pack", Steve said as Jeff, Grant, and Gareth left the two of them alone.
"I knew I could trust them with you." Then Eddie kissed him about six times. "For all the missed mistletoe." Then again. "For New Year's."
Steve laughed against his lips. "You gonna show me the bedroom anytime soon? I'd love to lie down, Daddy."
Eddie bit his lip, looking nervous all of a sudden as he slowly opened the door. Steve wanted to take in everything. After all, a bedroom could tell you a lot about a person. But his attention was immediately grabbed by the bed situation and what was sitting on the bench in front of it. There was a thin quilt turning it into a canopy bed, much like the den Eddie had made in their hotel room back in New York.
Steve recognized the pattern from what he'd heard before. Jeff's handiwork. And by the foot of the bed was a small bench where a collection of clothes sat. Steve went right to them and took a whiff of the first shirt. It was so undeniably Eddie, he would have thought his neck was pressed to his nose were he not still by the door.
Then he picked up a tank top and caught notes of lemon and ginger. "Are these...?"
"I tried to scent a lot of stuff before you got here, the boys helped out too. I hope that was okay?" His hands were stuck in his pockets and his back was tensed like he might run.
"It's more than okay", Steve reassured him.
"And the den? You like it? I can always change it if you don't. We've got tons of linens here, all that can be scented in a moment's notice and-"
"Eddie", Steve put a hand to his arm. "It's great. Now...", he held up one of the garments. "Help me nest?"
Eddie swallowed and nodded. He followed Steve's lead as they arranged everything on the bed for maximum comfort. Once Steve was satisfied, he sank down into it, smirking when he saw the way Eddie gingerly lied down next to him.
"Your first time doing a heat?", Steve asked.
"I've been around omegas in heat before. Just not as the uh, let's say star alpha", Eddie admitted.
Steve turned so his back was against Eddie's chest and pulled his arm over him. It took Eddie a moment, but he got comfortable and melted against his body. The exhaustion from the flight and being up for hours finally got to him and Steve closed his eyes.
When he opened them hours later, his body was warm and he felt a wetness between his legs.
Part 13
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For You: Part III
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX
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It was two months since the day Peter Parker's life changed for the second - third - fourth time.
He'd gotten more sleep over the last month than he had in the previous two months. It was partly due to sheer, never-ending exhaustion. His life since taking on the mantle as 'the new Tony Stark' - a title he balked at, mind you - had become pure chaos. At first, it was a relief. The instantaneous knowledge that money was no longer a problem. May could quit her job and devote her time to FEAST, he could complete his honors-GED (which many of the Blipped teenagers had chosen to do) and immediately hop into online college courses at Columbia with Ned and MJ.
Immediately following that relief, though, was his face splashed across every newspaper, tabloid, blog, and TikTok page in America.
He would never say it, and he couldn't prove it, but he was 99% sure it was Pepper's doing. After her initial outburst at the lawyer's offices, he'd hardly heard from her. His lawyers - god, his lawyers - had advised that he shouldn't respond to any comments on the subject of Pepper Potts being snubbed by her husband for Peter's heir status. While she had no legal leg to stand on since Tony's will was air tight and definite, that didn't stop her from digging her claws into all the ways she knew would hurt him.
Every time he saw something outrageous with his face on it on an article somewhere, he had to remind himself that she was grieving and in pain about a perceived betrayal by her husband. Her husband, who was Tony Stark, who did not belong to him.
No matter that the man had figured out time travel for him, had risked the universe, had given him billions of dollars and the most coveted job in the entire world. Tony only gave him this because there wasn't anyone else better that he trusted, but Peter knew that didn't mean he was Tony's true first choice, and he had to squash every niggling feeling and whisper of a thought that said he was. It would only make it hurt more when all he wanted was the pain to stop.
He'd finally found a moment, though, where things weren't quite as bad. He'd recently reconvened with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Rhodey and they had a steady if not solid pact. They were all unsure of the situation, still, and Peter didn't blame them. He'd been…questioned, more politely than Pepper had done, on how he and Tony's relationship had unfolded.
When he'd explained that he was 14 when he met Mr. Stark, Steve and Bucky both winced, apologizing for the disaster that was Germany but Peter shrugged it off. He really hadn't been hurt and it was a foundational moment for his and Mr. Stark's relationship. He couldn't bring himself to regret it.
After that, they'd had a few meals together, talked more about his life - and theirs, to an extent, though he was far more privy to them than they had been of him.
"He never mentioned you," Steve said, shaking his head, baffled. He held a cool beer in his hand, leaning back from the patio table they had gathered around at the newly rebuilt SHIELD headquarters in upper state New York.
"Oh he mentioned Pete to me all right," Rhodey disagreed before reaching over and ruffling his curls lightly. Peter liked Rhodey, liked how hands-on he was, how relaxed but also somehow by the book, liked his humor. He could see how he and Tony had been such good friends. "But he'd only told me about his 'brilliant new intern'," they all chuckled. "He really kept the whole Spider-Man thing close to the chest."
"I'd asked him to," Peter admitted, peeling the wrapper off of his bottle of lemonade. "First because I was still like so young, yo know? And then later, after a few - pretty major - mistakes I made, I guess he thought I'd proved I was finally ready to be an Avenger."
"Well I never heard Tony trying to recruit anyone," Rhodey commented and they all looked at him quizzically.
Peter let out a single huffed laugh. "Yeah, uh," he tried to keep down the blush rising on his neck. "You remember the day that Mr. Stark proposed to Ms. Potts?" Rhodey and Sam both laughed long and hard.
"Even over in Wakanda we saw that," Sam chuckled. "It was the Tony Stark special - a huge thing wrapped in a tiny, chaotic package. Not unlike yourself," he raised his eyebrows at Peter, who flicked his bottle wrapper at him.
"Pepper had no idea it was coming," Rhodey agreed before taking a long drink of his own beer.
"Yeah, well I don't think Mr. Stark had really…planned it," he grimaced. At their faces, he continued. "He'd taken me up to Stark Tower and gave me this speech about having graduated to the 'big leagues' after my last big wrap up," he shrugged. "He gave me the Iron Spider suit and said I was ready to be an Avenger." He frowned, rubbing at the glue and paper residue on his bottle. "And I told him that I just wasn't ready yet. That I needed to stay in Queens for a while more, be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Help the little guy, you know?" He raised earnest eyes up to the group and they all nodded, slowly. "So I asked him to just keep helping my identity to stay quiet," he shrugged.
"So, then what happened?" Bucky asked, long hair tilting with the rest of his head in curiosity. He didn't speak up often, but when he did, it was always because of something he really wanted to know.
"The next thing I knew I was being ushered downstairs to wait at the car for Happy," he shrugged. "I pulled out my phone and there on live broadcast Mr. Stark was proposing to Ms. Potts at a press conference." He chuckled. "It was - really, really weird."
He expected everyone else to laugh with him, but he was met with contemplative silence. He looked around at each of them before Rhodey finally met his gaze. "What?"
"I think," the older man said slowly, "that press conference was meant to be for your reveal as Spider-Man."
"No way - I mean," he shook his head as the rest of the guys started nodding their heads, agreeing thoughtfully. "He wouldn't propose to her just because - just because I said no to - "
" - to his proposal," Bucky finished.
It was another revelation that Peter could hardly bear the weight of. These things kept stacking and he wasn't sure how to balance all this knowledge he had, about the things Tony had done - and undone - for him. This one, though…this new information didn't hurt, not like the others did.
It actually made a strange amount of sense. At once, it both stung to feel like he was replaced with Ms. Potts so immediately, but also it was like the first fresh breath after being buried underground for so long to know that Peter's answer that day was so important to him that the only thing he could possibly trade it out for in equivalency was getting engaged.
Did this mean that if Peter had said yes Mr. Stark wouldn't have gotten married? It made his head spin, but it also made his heart lighter than it had been in weeks.
Light enough to finally enter the last bastion of refuge that Tony Stark ever took comfort in.
His lab.
Despite being uninhabited for who knew how long, when the familiar glass doors slid open the air wasn't musty, stale, or any such thing. It was as fresh and crisp as it ever was. Off in the corner the long L shaped couch that he and Mr. Stark had often collapsed into opposite ends of, exhausted, lay half-made with fluffy pillows. The coffee pot was empty but clean, and every other available surface covered in notes either figuratively, having been decorated with papers scribbled on with hundreds of lines of equations and code, or literally, like the side of Peter's work station, where he'd dropped to a crouch to finish writing something out when he ran out of paper, mid-idea. He knew he could've just kept writing mid-air thanks to the lab's complete holographic setup, but it wasn't the same as having something solid under your hands.
There was pain in the familiarity of the lab but there was also a feeling of home he hadn't quite gotten the first time he stepped back into his and May's apartment. Plus -
"Hello, Peter."
"Friday!" He exclaimed, smile breaking wide across his face. With a pang, he didn't realize just how much he'd missed the AI until this moment.
"Yes, Peter?" the AI asked, voice warm and if he dared to think it, amused.
"Nothing, nothing, I'm just excited to see you again," he chuckled, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He started walking around the lab, taking it all in for the first time in what, to him, had been months. The longer he thought about that the more his brow furrowed. "Hey Friday?"
"Yes, Peter? Or would you like me to call you Boss as Tony had?"
"Oh! Um," he shook his head. "No, no Peter's fine, or whatever."
She hummed. "Would it be all right if I picked a name for you, Peter? Being able to distinguish between Boss and Others by a more specific title helps me with my internal hierarchy and understanding of individuals. If you would prefer I do not, though, merely say such."
"I mean if it helps you then, yeah, sure I guess."
"Thank you, Mini Boss," she said. He laughed again.
"You might wanna work on that," he smiled wide.
"Yes, I think it might take me some time, Father."
His eyes widened. "Father?"
"Hm, you're right," she said. "Boss was more like my Father, I suppose."
"Uh, yeah, definitely," Peter nodded. He gave her a beat to let her figure out what she wanted to call him as he walked over to his desk. He'd let her go through her process before he started asking the questions that sat burning in his mind.
"Would you be opposed to me calling you Mother, Peter?" Friday asked. He spun in his chair, smile wide again.
"If Tony was your Father, wouldn't he also be your Mother?" he asked, amused. "You know, having done 100% of your coding, and all."
"If one were to look at my original codebase as the only part of what makes me, me," she agreed. "However, would you not say that those that raise you are more worthy of such a title rather than just those that created you?"
He immediately thought to May and how, if he'd been younger when he came to her, he'd be calling her by that name.
"That's true enough, sure."
"And outside of Boss," she went on, "you are the individual most involved in my growth. So it stands to reason that if Boss is Father, then Peter is Mother."
"I - " he really didn't know what to say to that. It had never occurred to him that outside of Mr. Stark he was the one who interacted with Friday the most.
"If you would prefer I find a name not so closely connotated with females," she continued, "I can endeavor to do so."
"No, no, it's fine, Friday," he replied, quiet and in his head again. "You can - can call me Mother if you want." A not-so-small part of him felt absolutely, transparently happy that Friday considered him her parent. More than Mr. Stark leaving him the company, more than having all this financial security and ability to mess around with Tony Stark's labs, more than all of that - this meant something profound to him.
"I also thought," she said and that amusement was hinted at in her lilting Irish, "that it would be a nice subversive reference to the spacecraft from Alien."
He laughed out loud at that. "I love that movie, that's perfect."
He could feel her smile, then. "I know you do, Mother."
He slumped onto the stool at his table in the lab and finally asked his question. "Friday, can you tell me - why isn't the lab more different?"
"Different how?"
"Well it's just," he struggled to articulate the sentence, the feeling he was pulling at. "I was - gone - for five years. But it almost looks like this place never really changed?"
"I see," she said. "Boss spent a lot of time here after the Blip first happened, once he was home from Titan. He slept primarily on the couch in the corner and had me refill his coffee orders more than anything else. However, he never touched your things, Mother."
Peter frowned. "Why?"
"I could not say," she replied, tone ponderous. "Based on his patterns of movement, he seemed to specifically avoid your work areas. Though he did take a jacket you had left at her table to the couch. From my archival footage, he seemed to sleep with it, perhaps for warmth?"
It occurred to the teen, then, that Friday probably had thousands and thousands of hours of Tony on video and he could pull it to watch them at any time. The feeling of want was a fever in his blood and he asked, "Can you show me?"
"Of course, Mother."
Faint blue light lit up the couch and Peter walked over to it, seeing that more than merely just show him the video, she played it out in holographic projection. His breath hitched as Tony walked into view, Peter's hoodie in clutched in his hands. Staring down at it, he slumped onto the couch and brought the fabric to his face. Less breathing it in and more suffocating himself with it.
"I'm sorry," he heard muffled through Friday's speakers. "I'm so sorry, Pete."
Tony then curled up onto the couch on his side, face pressed to the hoodie, back toward the room. The projection cut off.
Peter didn't realize that he was crying until Friday asked, "Mother, are you okay?"
"I - " he tried to say, throat clogged with tears. "No," he admitted, jacket-covered wrist swiping away at his tears. He sniffled and sat where Tony had, finding his hoodie wedged between the cushions and the back of the couch. He pulled it out and, like Tony, smashed it to his face, breathing in the faintly lingering spicy scent of Tony Stark.
"I'm sorry, Mother," Friday said, speakers low, tone regretful. "I did not mean to cause you pain."
"You didn't, sweetheart," he shook his head, voice still clogged with tears. "I'm just sad."
"Why?" she asked, her natural curiosity shining through. Much like a child, she did not always know when it wasn't the right time to ask questions. But Peter had always liked indulging her and feeding her curiosity. The first few lab sessions they played 20 Questions back and forth until Tony would tell them both to shut up, though the amusement when he said it always shone through.
"I'm sad because Tony's dea - " he cleared his throat. "Because Tony - "
"It is okay, Mother," Friday cut him off. "I understand."
At that, he let himself fall back into the couch like Tony had. Above him, Friday dimmed the lights and stayed quiet, letting him cry out his grief in silence.
#starker#ironspider#peter parker x tony stark#tony stark x peter parker#iron man#peter parker#tony stark#peter x tony#spiderman#peter parker/tony stark#for you fic
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Fast Pace- 13
Am I being mean by releasing the last 3 chapters week for week? Maybe just a bit 🤭
Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, a garbage family, family trauma, disowning, tell me if I missed any
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“Elle dort profondément, la journée a été longue.” Y/N’s brother and parents both look up at me in shock. I can’t help but laugh at their expressions. We’ve been here three days and if it weren’t for her family, it would be idyllic.
We’ve gone hiking in the beautiful mountains, she’s shown me all around her hometown. She has so many memories here, a lot of them good, but when I hear the things her mother says to her, I can’t but wonder if she’s sugar coating some of it.
“What? You didn’t think that me, a million-dollar man who travels the world every day, with a French teammate, wouldn’t speak French? Not even a little?” I can only sigh at their foolishness; I see now why my sweet girl is so easy to...shape. Luckily for her, she has me and no one would dare hurt her with me around. Her family, however, after what I’ve seen they don’t get the same lenience.
I sit down on the table, “Tell me, how much do you want?” If I was some old-timey villain I would take out my checkbook and write some obscure numbers with lots of zeros. Her brother furrows his brows, “How much of what?”
I chuckle, I thought at least he would be smarter, I guess not. “Money. How much do you want to never speak to Y/N ever again?” Her mother scoffs and begins rambling about just how important she is to her.
“Look, you’re a terrible influence on my precious girl. You make her feel terrible about herself after I spent all that time convincing her otherwise. Now, we can do as normal families do and only see each other on the holidays. Even then, it’s going be exhausting for her. So, why don’t we just take a short cut? How much money for you to kick her out of your life, permanently?” Her brother looks appalled and disgusted.
His fist goes to find my jaw, but I catch his hand before he even comes close. “Be serious, you might be a rough and tough city farm boy, but I’ve spent years of my life practising my reflexes.” I take him by his shoulders and shove him back down in his chair. “How much will it be, mom, dad? Fifty thousand, a hundred thousand, or shall we go into the millions?” Everyone goes quiet at the numbers I’m talking of.
“See? That wasn’t so hard? Now, Cash or Card?”
“They’re so unbelievable! You know what, no, I’m glad that they did this. She’s been nothing but a cruel bitch all my life. Now that I’m happy, she hates it.” She screams into the phone, she’s standing next to the bathroom trying to get some distance from other people.
“No, I don’t care if they’re my family, who says that to someone?” She scoffs, likely she’s talking to Jasmine and Ilsa, I know Alex and Kika would defend me.
She’s angry, a wrinkle in a brow and I just want to make it all go away. Maybe even, I’ll have to get rid of those two friends as well. They’re not good for her either. “I know I’ve only known him for a month and a half, but it’s been the best few weeks of my life! It’s been better than anything I’ve had with that fucked family of mine. And the fact that you two can’t see that, really shows me something about you two.”
Her footsteps are loud on the floor of the plane. She throws her phone on the seat and plops herself down in my lap. Instantly her head finds the crook of my neck and her small hand takes fists full of my shirt. She pulls me as close as possible to me and wrap my arms around her. This is where she belongs, nowhere else but in my arms.
Her whole-body shakes as sobs make its way through her. “No te preocupes, mi dulce niña. Estoy aquí para ti. No importan, sólo estamos tú y yo. Just you and me. You have me now, you don’t need them.” I soothe her cries, rubbing circles on her back as she mumbles on about how awful they are and how evil they’re being.
I know it’s better for her in the long run, but it hurts my heart to see her like this. Hurting. At the same time, having her cling to me as if I am her lifeline is a feeling I can’t help but savour.
“Carlos, where are we going?” A sigh escapes me. “Singapore, for the next race. But I have to talk to you about it.” She raises her head; she has these big doe eyes that has this melting effect on me. Yet at the same time, it makes the khaki’s I’m wearing tighter than I’d like it to be. “This is going to be the hardest race of the year. For the rest of the week until at least Friday, I’m going to be very busy with very hard training.”
I know for a fact that this is the worst time possible to leave her alone. Right now, I need to be with her every moment. She has to be with me and no one else otherwise my whole plan will be for nothing. I have to be the only one comforting her, if not she’ll think that she can rely on others. My sweet thing whines at the realisation and goes to hide her face again but I stop her before she does.
“I know, I’m sorry. But, I really don’t want to leave mi dulce niña alone, no?” She shakes her head, wiping her tears with the same hoodie I’d given her at the very beginning. I might have blasted the AC, just to see her wear it again. I know it gives her comfort and she just looks like a doll with it on. So small and so cute, I feel as if the love is oozing from my heart.
“Now, we have one of two options. It’s not too late, we can still turn this plane around. Get you a nice, big apartment somewhere in France.” She stops me before I can even continues.
“No, I don’t ever want to see that damn country ever again. What if I see one of them again? I’d much rather live on the streets.” I can’t help but smirk, taking her small hands into mine.
“I thought so. What about somewhere in Madrid? Why don’t you move in with me?” Her eyes go even bigger and bites down on that puffy lower lip of hers. I adjust her to sit on my other leg, the friction between us making me rock hard. Soon after, her eyes avoid mine. Her eyebrows pull together and I can’t help but reach up and smooth the crinkle in her forehead.
So much seems to be running through her mind, and it shouldn’t be. Things should be easy for her, look pretty and be my pet. That should be the end of it. But this world can be so heartless and make the important people in our lives hurt. “Tell me, mi niña bonita, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
She sighs and then gives me those big doe eyes again. This time they’re all puffy from crying, and she looks just as beautiful as the day I met her. “Daddy, I don’t want to leave your side.”
Her words are like lava through my body. I take her chin and give her a kiss on her cheek. “I know, baby, but what other option is there? Follow me everywhere I go? You’ll get bored, I’m sure.” She doesn’t hesitate and shakes her head.
“No, no, I promise. I’ll be good.” This would be more perfect than any other option. Having her by my side for the whole world to see. “I don’t know, cosas dulce,” it’s mostly just an act, I want her to beg. “Please Daddy, please?” She jumps ever so slightly on my lap and I can’t help but holding her waist to keep her still, not knowing how much longer I can hold out. Especially when she’s like this.
Y/N takes her small hands and hold my face. Then she places a kiss on my cheek, then the other. I take her petite hands in mind. “Oh, alright, but no whining missy.” I hold out my hand, showing how stern I am. But she wraps her fingers around mine and gives me the biggest brightest smile. “You know I can’t say no to you.”
“Carlos?” I had just finished pretty extensive training for the race. The whole gym room’s heat is all the way up to 30 Degrees Celsius, sweat is dripping off me. My hair is wet, luckily my girl gave me one of her headbands to keep my hair out of my face.
I could see her eyeing me the whole time. I couldn’t bare the heat much long, and just had to take my shirt of. Or maybe it was tactical to get her attention, nobody will ever know.
“Yes, mi querido?” She gets up from her seat, discarding her phone which she had been so engulfed in before. Her hips sway, she too is sweating and is wearing the smallest little shorts I’ve seen in a while. It entrances me, every time she walks, the way her legs move. The way those tiny shorts sits a way below her naval. Showing off what all the boys are missing out on.
Y/N makes her way over to me, her fingers dancing on my shoulder. “No, mi cosa bonita, you don’t want to touch me. I’m sweaty and smelly.” She scoffs and wraps her arms around my neck. “You’re saying that like I care.” I can’t help but chuckle at her attitude. Yes, last week changed her, but so far it’s for the better. My hands find her hips, “You’ve been looking so good lately, cosas dulce.”
Her laugh alights my whole body. “You’ve been using that one a lot lately, I’ll have to google it,” I pretend to wince at her words. “No, cosas dulce, I might get in trouble.” Now she really does laugh, throwing her head back like she does when she’s comfortable. “Why do you laugh?” She shakes her head, “You, Mister Sainz, could never get in trouble with me. You’ve been nothing but perfect.”
I pull her closer to me, our hips touching the other. “Is that so? I’ll have to hold you up to that.” I can’t help but place kisses all over her bare neck. “Except right now.” My heart rises and I’m just glad the monitors aren’t on.
Has she found out? No, no it can’t be. If she did, she’d be a lot more upset. Or would she? Would she be happy that I did it? Relief to get rid of them and have them well cared for at the same time. She doesn’t look happy now, but she doesn’t look to upset.
“I’m scrolling through Instagram, right, only to see an edit about you. Guess my surprise that I found out through an Instagram reel that I missed your birthday!” Oh yes, that, is that really all? I can’t help but laugh at how serious she is. “You didn’t miss it; we did celebrate it.” Her eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?” I love the way her long hair sways to the side when she’s confused.
“Your fashion show, after the shopping trip. It was more than enough of a present for me. Not to mention you got the sunglasses, with our initials on them.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
“You keep calling me hardheaded, but you can be even more dense than me.” I laugh, she can be so complex. Switching from soft and needing to be held one moment, to sassy and chatty the next. I love every moment.
A hum escapes me, “Aren’t you brave, talking to me like that, cosas dulce?” She ignores my words and carries on. “It doesn’t count as a birthday gift, if I didn’t even know it’s your birthday.” I sigh, seeing now that she’s going to be persistent on this. “That’s why I love it so much. You gave me a gift without even knowing. Call it something poetic, like our souls just knowing, or something simple. Like the kindness you give me that no one else does.”
She pushes out her bottom lips and her eyes go all big again. “Carlos, that’s really beautiful.” She pulls me down by the neck and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Oh, how I cherish those. I remember each and every one. “But, at least allow me to make you dinner tonight.” I don’t want her going through all the trouble, or making too much of a fuss.
“Don’t bother, cosas dulce. There’s no point in celebrating. 34 Years and I spent most of them racing, to no avail. A team that fucks me over, another year with no win and still no championship behind my name. And the rookies are getting younger and younger, and better and better. I’m sure I’ll lose my seat in a year or two and after that, it’s retirement for me.”
I didn’t mean to spill out all my thoughts just like that. But when she looks at me with those eyes, I wan’t to tell her everything.
She cooes and pulls me tight in her arms. “Don’t talk like that. I’m sure you want our kids to see you race at least once.” What? She surprises me again and again. This is good, very good. She’s seeing what I see. Our goals are aligning. Before long I’ll have her all to myself. “You mean it?” Her smile lights up the room and my life.
“Of course, now give me your card. Brutis, Otis and I are going grocery shopping.” That’s my girl. No longer afraid to ask. “You know where it is, cosas dulce.”
I can hear music blasting through the hotel room, along with my girl screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs, like always. She’s dancing and swaying to the music. Her hips move in ways that entice. But the most attractive thing about her, is that she looks as happy as can be. Pure joy radiates off her like the sun’s rays. Nothing is as beautiful as her delight and I just need to be a part of it.
I scoop her up in my arms and place her on the first open space on the counter. She breaks out in giggles, “Aren’t I glad you’re feeling better,” she mutters between laughs as I make marks all over her neck and shoulders.
“How can I not with such a beauty in my arms?” She blushes and still giggles as my scruff tickles her. But soon she gently pushes me away, not far, by the chest. Her hands there is like fuel to my engine. Sparking my whole body to keep her here, trapped.
“You’re just in time,” she smiles jumping off and plating the food she had made. “I made Fideuà.” At just the mention, memories of my childhood come rushing back. Big Christmas family dinners, with lots of people. Kids running around, screaming with delight, as people laugh and drink lots of wine. “Ah, mi amor, now you are bringing back some good memories, no?”
Y/N’s smile is big as she hands me the plate and pours some white wine. The first bite is perfect, the taste of fish explodes in my mouth. After it’s the texture of the pasta and the hint of Saffron.
“Wow, I must say, mi amor, this is as good as Mama’s.” This makes her smile as wide as ever. “Really, you mean it? You’re not lying?” There are some slight differences, but it’s incredibly hard to notice. I shake my head no.
“It’s almost identical.” She blooms with joy and her cheeks are just so faintly red. “Caco sent me the recipe from your mom.” I should have known. “My, my, already in kahoots with my family.” I pull her into my lap as we both enjoy our dinners. “Speaking of, mi amor, I want you to meet my family. And I know you still feel unsure about moving in with me. But if you meet my parents and see the city...”
Her gaze is stuck on her dinner as she just moves the shrimp around. “I’ll meet your parents, but I won’t promise you anything.” That’s good enough. That’s more than good enough.
Xxxx
There is a blazing heat through the paddock. Everyone is sweating and I can only imagine Carlos must be so uncomfortable in his racing suit. Boiling hot, you can see his hair is sweating but you know he won’t wear his headband in public.
It’s a maybe five minutes until they play the national anthem. Yet still through the flurry of everything and everyone he still makes his way towards where you stand with Caco in the garage.
He hands you his drink, with the weird tube and everything, clearly given to him by Rupert. “Here, it’s very hot, remember to drink a lot of water.” You sigh and take him by the race suit.
“Carlos. Your race starts in twenty mintues, you shouldn’t be bothering yourself with me.” He clicks his tongue. “Siempre tan testarudo,” you sigh, you’ve googled it before and he says it so much that you know he’s calling you hardheaded.
“Carlos!” The people call out his name, they could get a penatly if he misses the song. “I’m coming! Caco, asegúrate de que bebe mucha agua.” He speaks to his cousin, who agrees. He goes to leave but you grab him by his suit and pull him back. His lips fit perfectly onto yours. He pulls you close by the waist, his other hand rake deep into your hair.
He kisses you back with such passion. Like a fire lighting between you two. Your soul finally finds rest. You’ve been wanting this for weeks and now you’re finally taking it for yourself. And you can tell by the way he holds you and pulls you closer that this is what he’s wanted. He’s been yearning for it just as much as you have.
Finally, when there is no air left in your lungs you’re forced to break apart. “I’ll move in with you.” His whole body comes alive with joy. “Really?” His smile is wider than I’ve ever seen before. “Yes really, now go before Ferrari fine me themselves!”
Hollywood Life
“Y/N Y/S/N’s content quality and quality raises, could she have gotten herself a full PR team?”
Glamour
“Fans are going crazy as the boost in Y/N Y/S/N’s conent shows new insight on her and her boyfriend Carlos Sainz’s life that’s never been seen before.”
Page Six
“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend seem to be attached at the hip.”
Us Weekly
“People are freaking out over Carlos Sainz’s post race interview:
‘The first non-Red Bull win of the season. What would you like to say?’
‘I’d like to thank my girlfriend. She’s the reason for this trophy. I know I should be thanking the team, but I know they’d much rather have Charles win this. So, this is for her.’
E!News
“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend seen celebrating in a club with Lando Norris as the DJ.”
People Magazine
“Fans are swooning after a video of Carlos Sainz winking to his girlfriend on the first place podium surfaces.”
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Adam Warlock x Peter Little Sister!Reader
her realizing that she’s like pregnant again but with a boy this time? I need more of this
Thank you so, so much for the request! Here is the one shot! I hope you enjoy! Also I will make this my author's note so here is the LINK to the master post of all the links to the one shots in this series! -Jen
What's One More
Prompt: When you discover that you are pregnant again while visiting your grandfather on Earth, you and Adam are elated over the news. And Adam's name suggestion makes you realize for the billionth time how much you love him.
Word Count: 2,405
You were pretty sure it was hotter than the sun in your grandfather’s house--or, at least it felt that way. When his air conditioning unit decided to quit in the middle of the summer and your brother, Peter, had only made things worse trying to fix it himself, the rest of you were left to suffer the consequences. In the midst of it all, there was something that had been distracting you from the discomfort of it all. Or rather, someone.
Sleeping in the twin sized bed in the guest room by yourself was one thing. Adding your significant other into the mix was another. Throw in your three year old daughter and it was a crowd. Your eyes opened right as a tiny foot kicked you in the face. Carefully, you forced yourself to sit upright and looked over to see the culprit. Aydith, though tiny as she was, had somehow managed to take most of the space. Somehow she had wriggled her way on top of Adam, her golden locks of hair hiding his face. How the guy had stayed asleep, you were unsure. But you were glad both were still lost to the world.
Sleepily, you glanced over at the digital clock on the bedside table. 4:00 A.M. That was just great. Even if you wanted to fall back asleep, you highly doubted you could. Especially with your kid being the early bird that she was. Give her another hour or two, she would be zooming around the room. Literally. Thank Gods Adam came to visit with you all this time around. You sighed and turned your attention to the bathroom door, an unsettling feeling forming in the pit of your stomach.
Back on Knowhere, you had begun to expect something was up. A gut feeling you had only experienced one other time in your life. Part of you wondered if perhaps it was just stressed. You and the rest of the Guardians had been on back to back missions. Between splitting your time on those and raising your child, life was chaotic. But when the exhaustion and mood swings became paired with nausea, you knew there was more at play than just pressure.
The sound of Peter snoring from the couch in the living room follows you as you walk into the bathroom and close the door behind you. Earlier that day when you had taken Aydith with you to pick some groceries up at the store, you had also picked up a pregnancy test box in the pharmacy aisle. The damn thing had cost over twenty dollars, but it was a two pack and the reviews had been great--and you wanted the best when it came to accuracy.
Where are you? You muttered to yourself, fishing around the back of the sink drawer. You knew you hid them well, but not to the point where even you couldn’t find them. Dammit…
Finally, the tips of your fingers touched the glossy surface of the box and you pulled it out quickly. Immediate Detection, 99% Accuracy. Weird name, but okay. You opened it and took one out, studying it carefully. Looked quite similar to what you had used over three years ago, couldn’t be that difficult to figure out…
You and Adam had the occasional talk about the prospect of having more kids. Aydith was a handful and a half, but she was the greatest joy of both of your lives. Her powers were something you were still getting used to and neither you nor Adam had any indication to what extent she had inherited from him. Thank gods for those toddler backpacks with the little harnesses and leashes. But you had always seen children in your future, just not exactly when.
Your mind wandered as you set the used test of the edge of the tub. Three minutes. Three whole damn minutes. This was the 2020’s, how weren’t pregnant test results instantaneous? You bounced your leg as you tried to find something to focus on. Random dark spot on the wall? Maybe mold, probably should point that out to your grandfather. That rubber ducky you really needed to make a mental note of as to not forget. Aydith standing in the doorway…!
Aydith smiled at you from where she stood at the threshold clutching her beloved stuffed toy raccoon, Rocky, that Peter had bought for her as a joke at Rocket’s expense. Without a single ounce of consideration for your privacy, she waltzed in.
“Hi, Mama!” She grinned as you quickly stood up and fixed your pajamas. “Rocky says good morning, good morning!”
You exhaled softly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Good morning, Aydith. Rocky.” You quickly glanced over your shoulder trying to see the test. Still nothing. “You’re up early.”
“Mhm!” She bounced with the energy you wished that you had. “No more sleep! Daddy’s sleeping and Grandpa sleeping and Uncle Pete sleeping, not me though! And not you! Rocky’s not sleepy too.” Aydith held the toy toward you and said in a squeaky voice. “No sleep! Time to play!”
Her smile could light up an entire galaxy. You took Rocky from her and looked him over. Well, if you really squinted your eyes, you kinda did see Rocket… Handing the toy back over to her, you knelt down so you were at her eye level.
“Daddy’s still sleeping, huh?” She nodded vigorously in response. “Mama wishes she could have it that easy.”
Aydith suddenly tilted her head and pointed. “What’s that, Mama?”
You turned your head and your stomach did a somersault. The pregnancy test. When you look back at your daughter, she was staring at you expectantly. And in some strange way, it felt like Rocky was too.
“…It’s a test.” You told her honestly.
“A test?” She inquired innocently.
“Yes, a test.” And you hadn’t realized that you’d been chewing on the inside of your cheek until it began to sting. “Mama had to take a test.”
“Why?”
That was a good question. A very good one. Your mind raced as you tried to think of a decent, but vague answer. How did one respond to something with such importance? By now, the three minutes had long since ended and you were just itching to grab the damn thing and get it over with. Heart pounding, you reached over and picked it up. You looked down at the tiny screen and almost instantly your breath hitched in your throat.
“Mama?” Aydith’s voice sounded distant as you felt her tugging at your arm. “I wanna see! I wanna see!” She pleaded as if she knew what the thing was. “I wanna see, please!”
You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Or possibly even throw up. The two pink lines were as solid and visible as they could be. You were pregnant again. It didn’t even feel real. Aydith would be a big sister, and you and Adam would have another daughter or son. A baby…Gods, two kids…
“Mama!” Aydith’s voice snapped you out of your trance. You met her stare and noticed she looked worried. “Don’t cry, Mama. Why are you sad?”
You hadn’t even realized there were tears streaming down your cheeks until that moment. You set the test down and wiped away at them. Aydith was still watching you with concern as you took one of her hands in your own and gave her a watery smile.
“Oh baby girl, I’m not sad.” You assured her. “Mama’s very happy. These are good tears. Happy tears.” You paused, trying to decide if it was okay to announce it to her so early on. Would she even understand it? “I’ve got something special to tell you. Would you like to hear it?”
Your daughter bobbed her head up and down. “Mhm! A secret?!”
“Well…maybe not exactly.” If you told her, all of Knowhere would know the moment you all stepped off the ship. “But it is very important.” You ran your thumb across her knuckles. “You’re going to be a big sister. Mama’s going to have a baby.”
Her eyes lit up. “A baby?!”
You gave her a nod. “Mama has a baby in her belly.” Well, not in your stomach, but you weren’t in the mood to give an anatomy lesson. “But it will still be a long time before they’re here.”
“Five days?”
You couldn’t help but snort at her concept of time. Shaking your head, you pressed a kiss to her forehead. “A little longer than that. But I promise you, it’ll be well worth the wait. You were.”
Your daughter seemed to consider this. After a moment, she gave you a firm nod. Sometimes the expressions she made reminded you so much of Adam. She really did take after him. You couldn’t help but wonder if this baby would too.
“Rocky wants to tell Daddy!”
Before you could stop her, Aydith made a beeline out of the bathroom and towards your bed. She was a good foot or so off the ground when she landed right on top of Adam. By some miracle, even in his half asleep state, he managed to catch her right as she began to roll off the bed. Your daughter squealed in delight at his trick and you let out the breath you didn’t realize that you were holding.
“And a fine morning to you as well, my little comet.” Adam yawned, giving her a smile. “Rocky.”
“Rocky wants to tell you something, Daddy!” Aydith practically sang, shaking the stuffed raccoon in his face. “Something veeeeeery important!”
“Oh?” And Adam looked over at you in amused curiosity. “What news does Rocky have for me?”
“Aydith’s mama is having a baby!” Aydith declared in his voice. “She told me and Aydith!”
Adam’s eyes went wide and you watched as he sat up. Aydith clung to her father’s back as you walked over to the two of them.
“Y/N, is it true?” He asked softly. “Are you with child?” Sometimes he had a really odd way of putting things. Just another quirk of his that you loved, you supposed. “We’re going to have another baby?”
You held out the positive test. “According to this, yes. I wasn’t exactly planning on breaking the news through Rocky, but I oh--”
Suddenly Adam’s arms were around and the test dropped to the floor. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. His own excitement and joy intermingled with your own as he beamed at you with such love and pride you could’ve melted right then and there.
“So I can safely assume that you are excited then?” You teased, leaning in when he kissed you. Aydith made a noise of disgust at the scene of your affection. “That you’re ready for round two?”
“Absolutely nothing would make me happier.” Adam smiled broadly. “To become a father once more and to give our little Aydith a sibling!”
“I’m not little, I’m a big girl!” Aydith argued as she plopped down onto the bed. “I’m three!”
“My apologies, so you are.” Her father replied, winking at you. “And a wise big sister you shall be.” Adam reached over and took your hand. “I believe this news is cause for celebration. Perhaps a breakfast feast is in order?”
Now that he mentioned it, you really could go for some waffles. Also pancakes. Bacon? Some sausage links? Eggs! Now some berries also sounded nice… Ooh, and a nice, oversized cinnamon roll. Your free hand rested on your stomach. It would be awhile before you showed in the slightest, even longer before you’d feel the first flutters. You longed for those coming days.
“I could go for some food.” You gave his hand a squeeze. “But maybe we should wait until my grandpa and Peter are awake--”
“I’ll go get Uncle Pete!” Aydith declared, leaping off of the bed and zooming out of the room before either of you could stop her. “Uncle Pete! Uncle Pete! Guess what?!”
And from down the hall you heard the couch creak and a loud groan presumably from brother as his niece's body slammed him full force. A wakeup call indeed.
XXX
You stared down at the set of sonogram photos you had gotten when you went to visit your grandfather on Earth. While your pregnancy was being monitored on Knowhere, you still had wanted your grandfather to witness seeing his great grandchild on an ultrasound. So you found one of those places that did that sort of thing and took him along with Adam, Peter, and Aydith. Now as you waited for Rocket to return with the ship, you couldn’t stop looking at them.
“Look at him and tell me that isn’t Aydith’s nose.” You said to Adam, pointing at one of the pictures. “He looks just like her. When we get home, I want to find her ultrasound pictures to compare.”
Adam’s hand rested on the small of your back as he studied the images too. “He does…” He held out his other hand and you gave him the pictures. “We should decide upon a name.”
You looked at him. “Do you have any suggestions?”
He thought for a minute. “Well, Aydith wanted to call him Rocky.”
You rolled your eyes. “Ever since Peter got her that damn stuffed animal, it’s her favorite name. But no, even though I am sure Rocket would be thrilled to be his namesake.”
“I suppose you’re right.” Adam chuckled softly.
“What about Adam?” You suggested, watching for his reaction. “Adam Junior? We could call him AJ for short. That’s kinda cute.”
He shook his head. “I’m not the greatest fan of that.” Adam fell quiet for a moment. “What about Jason?”
“Jason?” You repeated. “Jason as in my grandfather, or as in my brother’s middle name? That Jason?”
Adam gave you a small smile. “I know how important they are to you, Y/N. And it is a family name. It would mean a lot to me to call our son a name that has great significance to you.”
You blinked back tears. Of all the sweet things, and there were many, that Adam had done for you, this by far was the greatest. You rested your hand on the small swell of your stomach, feeling the tiny movements from within.
“Jason…I love it. We’ll call him Jace.” You smiled, resting your head against Adam. “Jason Warlock.”
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This might be a shitty ask, so I understand if you don't, or can't!, really answer! I'm in AU, where it's an old farmer's trick to freerange peafowl to eat and scare off snakes. My aunt lives on a farm and she's started talking with great enthusiasm about getting peafowl. She doesn't intend to coop or contain them or have any infrastructure for them at all besides food and water bowls. Even if she had fences- which she doesn't- they wouldn't be more than ordinary wire fences. I've spoken pretty strongly against the idea of freeranging any animals on her property, including her chickens, but she doesn't listen to anyone, and other things (like noise) don't seem to be discouraging her. Other than worming and vaccinating them (which I'll be doing from my own pocket) is there anything at all that I can do to minimise the risk of death, harm, or improve QOL for these poor potential peas? Is there any quirk of training or pea mentality that I can use to keep them in a boundary or radius? If I build them a roost on top of a shed, are they likely to stay within a distance of it? (And yes, I haven't ruled out stealing them, giving them to someone responsible, and telling aunt a feral dog got them)
It's no trouble, and the good news is you won't have to tell your aunt a feral dog got them, because the birds will just leave. If she's that intent on flushing several hundred dollars down the toilet, maybe ask if you can have it instead, and skip the middle man of fussing with the peafowl. She's also welcome to send me the money if she is intent on giving it to someone with peafowl, the result will then mostly be the same! She loses a few hundred bucks and has no peafowl, and someone with peafowl gets a few hundred bucks! The key difference is no birds are harmed in this latter process.
Because here's the thing: your aunt IS 99% going to waste a lot of money purchasing peas and releasing them to free range without first containing them 6-12 months in a standard minimum coop (500 square feet)(and the rule any experienced peafowl owner will tell you is "never free range a bird you can't afford to lose" because even with extended containment first, peafowl often just fuck off when free ranged and they don't look back). They will just leave. it's literally the thing they are known for. I have gotten two free peafowl this year due to idiots near me doing this. Every year people in peafowl groups post about the free birds they just got, when people like your aunt bring them home and let them go. It's a little raffle where you win prizes donated by people who didn't do their research before buying peafowl, or who have more money than sense.
Additionally, even if they stay, they won't scare off snakes. Snakes don't give a shit. The peas will possibly harass or kill one if they see it first and there's a group of them to fuss with it. But in Australia, they are just as likely to die to a snake bite as any other fowl. They have PRETTY fast reflexes, but even in the US I see people lose peas to venomous snakes like rattlers or copperheads.
As for the rest, I don't know if there are any vaccinations that can be given to peafowl in Australia. I know there aren't in the US (I don't think even Marek's is made to be used in peafowl, but DO NOT get that one) because US policy on most fowl illness is to just cull the birds. You also can't effectively treat free range birds for parasites without SOMEWHERE to contain them, because most of the products go in the water and free range may find other sources of water, and the ones that don't you have to repeatedly catch the birds to administer orally.
So yeah. That sucks. Please tell her a peafowl breeder you spoke to thinks she's an idiot if she really thinks she's going to magically convince wild game birds to just hang out upon release with only the enticement of a food and water bowl to keep them around lol
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DIABOLIK LOVERS VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Animate Tokuten Drama CD ”The Contest is the Smell of Money!? ~The Vampires’ Desire~”
Original title: コンクールはお金の香り!?～ヴァンパイアたちの欲望
Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS SONG Animate Tokuten Drama CD
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei & Morikawa Toshiyuki
Translator’s note: Once again, the Vampires prove that they are more human than anyone else because their number one motivator in life is...sweet, sweet money. xD They’re all so thirsty for cash 99% of the time, it’s honestly hilarious. I wonder what else you could push them to do, just because there’s a large amount of prize money on the line. The climax of this CD kind of caught me off guard because I expected they would just royally fuck up on the day of the concert but no...They never even got to enter lol. Great move by the MC. They don’t really hint at what her explanation for not submitting the application on time was, but I want to believe that she did it on purpose to get revenge for all the times they treated her like trash. You go girl.
*Rustle*
Ayato: Haah…God…The fuck is this? And here I thought I’d head straight home to pick on Chichinashi…Oi, you. Have you heard anythin’ ‘bout what’s goin’ on?
*Flip*
Ruki: Hm…
Ayato: Oi, bastard! You’re just gonna ignore me, huh!?
Ruki: Was my lack of a response not clear enough of an answer?
Ayato: Aah…!?
Ruki: Haah…
Ruki closes his book.
Ruki: I haven’t heard anything. Now relax. I am sure we will find out sooner or later.
Ayato: But you know…Whoever decided to gather this group of people here must be fuckin’ bonkers. I feel like we’re bein’ set up for some weird shit.
*Rustle*
Kou: Well…I guess I can’t blame you for feeling that way…
Carla: Heh…
Ayato: Anyway, how come you’re here as well, Carla? I can’t imagine you’d actually show up under normal circumstances.
Carla: Is my appearance truly that puzzling?
Ruki: Well, I do believe you must have a solid reason for doing so.
Kou: I mean, Mr. ‘Almighty Founder’ doesn’t even show up for class usually, does he~?
Carla: I had nothing better to do, that is all.
Ayato: Smells fishy.
Kou: Right? I can only imagine you have some kind of ulterior motive.
Carla: You fiends…Who do you think you are talking to…?
Ayato: Hah!? You wanna throw down!? Fine, I accept your challenge!
Reiji: Come on now, everyone. Please stop getting up in each other’s faces like that.
Ruki: Hm? This voice is…?
Reiji enters the room.
*Rattle*
Ayato: Reiji…? Don’t tell me you’re the one who…?
Reiji: I had no other choice. Otherwise you lot would have never shown up.
Carla: Oi, you. You are the one who summoned me here. So it must be safe to assume that you had a good reason for doing so?
Reiji: You are rather impatient, are you not? I shall explain shortly, so please wait a few more minutes. ーー For starters, I would like all of you to take a look at this.
Reiji starts distributing flyers.
*Flip*
Carla: …Hm? …This isーー!?
Ruki: Could it be…?
Ayato: Haah!? A music competition!?
Reiji: Exactly. We will participate in it.
Kou: Eh? You’re joking, right?
Reiji: No, I am dead serious.
Ayato: …!? Are you out of your mind!? You want to sign up with the people gathered here?
Reiji: Yes. I have carefully selected a group of people who would aim for victory.
Ruki: I see…You are after the prize money, correct?
Kou: Hm? What do you mean?
Carla: Take a good look at the flyer. Especially at the part about the prize.
*Flip*
Ayato: …!? For real…!? The winner gets…ten thousand dollars!? (1)
Kou: No way!?
Ruki: It must be a print mistake of some sorts, right?
Shuu: Sounds too suspicious.
Reiji: Oh my, Shuu. Seems like someone has finally woken up.
Shuu: You really think I could sleep with you guys making such a fuss?
Reiji: I believe it is more likely that it was the prize money which caught your attention…But oh well. Ahem. I have already contacted the organizers about it. It would appear that our school would like to shift their focus on attracting promising artists, so to catch the attention of potential stars from all across the country, they have chosen to attach a bountiful prize to the contest.
Kou: I see. I expected no less from Reiji-kun! Nothing gets past you.
Reiji: Of course not. …So, what will you do?
Ayato: What do you mean? Are you askin’ us whether we’ll participate or not?
Reiji: Yes…According to my data, the people I have gathered here have the highest chance at success.
Shuu: And how exactly? We’re the only ones who have any sort of musical talent, right?
Kou: Excuse me!? I have published my own CDs, you know!?
Shuu: Those are not even worth mentioning.
Kou: Haah!?
Shuu: I mean, think about it. We’re joining a musical competition, not some kind of concert. Unless you’ve actually taken proper vocal music classes?
Reiji: Shuu…It would appear to me that you don’t understand the true meaning of a contest.
Shuu: What do you mean?
Reiji: In a contest, the winner is decided by the judges’ votes. In other words…By people.
Ruki: I see. So appearance is an important factor as well.
Reiji: Exactly. I am glad you are quick to understand.
Kou: In other words…Since I’m a good-looking idol, it’s possible that I could appeal to the judges?
Ruki: Exactly. Humans are so easily won over by appearance. It is possible they will let you get away with making some mistakes because your looks make up for it.
Kou: Ruki-kun, how mean…That doesn’t make me happy at all.
Shuu: Then what about the other two guys? Ayato most likely has zero experience with music whatsoever, and I can’t imagine old man Carla (2) over there playing music either.
Carla: You fiends…You really do not hold back at all, do you? Calling me elderly, a fossil or even an old woman!
Kou: Wait, nobody ever called you an old woman, did they?
Ayato: I actually took violin lessons many, many years ago!
Reiji: Exactly. I remember.
Shuu: Are you talking about when aunt Cordelia forced him to start taking classes in hopes of competing against us?
Ruki: Heeh…The eldest triplet plays the violin, huh? That’s new information to me.
Shuu: If I recall correctly…He gave up after just one week and smashed his instrument.
Ayato: Just so you know, that wasn’t my fault!
Shuu: Hm?
Ayato: That hysteric old hag destroyed it during one of her crazy moments. I mean, I was glad that I didn’t have to bother with those lessons anymore.
Shuu: …I guess destroying violins was her thing, huh?
Reiji: …W-Well…Anyway! He isn’t a complete amateur when it comes to music, so his chances are somewhat higher than any of the other guys. …And you, Carla, you are none other than a Founder, aren’t you?
Carla: …!
Reiji: The cream of the crop of all Demons…A First Blood. Therefore I believe it is only safe to assume that you would have no issues mastering music, a human invention?
Carla: W-Well…
Ruki: I guess it might be tricky after all?
Carla: A-As if…! I am a First Blood! A Founder! There is nothing I cannot do!
*Clap clap clap*
Reiji: A true Founder!
Shuu: …I wonder.
Reiji: That being said, what will you all do? Will you participate?
Ruki: I would like to ask one question. I assume that we will be splitting the prize money even amongst all participants?
Reiji: Hm? Of course.
Ruki: In that case, I’m in. Kou as well.
Kou: Eh!? Excuse me!? Why!?
Ruki: Don’t play dumb now. Whose fault do you think it is that we have to be so careful with our spendings?
Kou: …!? W-Well…
Ruki: It is your fault for being such an impulsive buyer. Isn’t that right?
Kou: Nnー...
Ayato: …I don’t want to! Joining a contest sounds like a big pain in the ass.
Reiji: Hooh? Is that so? What a shame…If you were to win, then the ‘takoyaki pool’ you have dreamt of for years might just be able to become reality.
Ayato: …!?
Shuu: I’m skipping out as well. It’s obviously too much trouble.
Reiji: Oh dear, is that so? I mean, I personally don’t mind since the less people participate, the less people we have to split the money between. …You might just be able to buy the antique gramophone you’ve been wanting so badly though.
Shuu: …!?
Reiji: Ah, right, right! The jamon iberico you love so much, Carla, you should be able to purchase a few logs of it with the prize money.
Carla: …!! You shall not bribe me with such a thing!!
Reiji: Ahaha. Of course not. You are a lofty Founder after all. You must not let yourself be won over by money, correct?
Carla: Exactly!
Reiji: However…It truly is a shame, isn’t it? It would be such a perfect opportunity to get an entire log of the finest quality jamon iberico. That vaguely nutty flavor spreading inside your mouth…growing stronger and stronger as you chew. Seasoned to perfection.
Carla: …Ah…
Reiji: I suppose you three do not want any of those things. It is a shame, truly.
Ayato, Shuu & Carla: …
Ayato: G-Guess I have no other choice…If you insist…I suppose I do have some free time on my hands anyway.
Shuu: I had been thinking it was about time I picked up the violin again…I guess this is the perfect opportunity.
Reiji: Oh my, is that so? I am glad.
*Rustle*
Reiji: Then, what about you, Carla?
Carla: Hm…I shall help you out. It is one of my many duties as a Founder to show compassion towards the lower masses after all.
Reiji: I see. I am terribly grateful for that.
Ruki: Seems like we’ve come to a conclusion. In that case, we should apply at once. I shall head to the agency at oーー
Reiji: Ah! About that, I suggest we leave that up to her. She does not seem to have anything better to do after all.
Ruki: Hm. I understand. Let us start practicing at once then. Time is money. If we want to aim for victory, then we have no other choice but to practice as much as we can.
Kou: But what exactly will we do with our group? We can’t pull off an orchestra, can we?
Reiji: Please do not worry about that. I have come with a plan. We will participate in two groups of three members each.
Ruki: I see. To get as much out of it as we can, correct?
Carla: What do you mean?
*Flip*
Ruki: According to this flyer, a prize will be awarded to both first and second place. If we participate in two groups and get both prizes…
Reiji: The combined prize money would be fifteen million yen. Split amongst us six, it means each of us would get a total of two million fifty thousand yen.
Ayato: Woah…! Amazing!
Reiji: Right? As for the groups…I suggest Kou, Carla and myself as one group and Shuu, Ayato and Ruki as the other, effectively splitting up Shuu and myself as we have the most experience with music.
Ruki: I believe those are well-balanced groups.
Reiji: Why of course. I put them together based on precise, evidence-based data after all.
*Rattle*
Kou: Ah! M-neko-chan~!
Ayato: Chichinashi!
Reiji: Oh dear, what’s the matter? Is there something you need?
You explain.
Reiji: I see. You came to check up on us? Well, I suppose you would find it intriguing why the teacher would lend us the music classroom and its instruments.
Ayato: Perfect timing! Chichinashi, you should join our team!
*Rustle*
Kou: Eh? Hold up! M-neko-chan is coming this way…She’s joining our group!
Ayato: Haah!? Excuse me!?
*Clap clap clap*
Reiji: Stop right there, no fighting! While we may have split up in two groups, we are still on the same team.
Ruki: Exactly. Now is not the time to have a fall-out. …Oi, Livestock. You shall listen to our performance as we practice and act as our advisor.
Shuu: Well, I guess we need someone who can give us some objective input. Let’s not question whether or not she’s the right person to do so though…
Reiji: Ahem. Well then, I suppose we should discuss within our teams who will play which instrument first.
*TIMESKIP*
*Rustle*
Reiji: Well then…As for our team, I believe it makes most sense to start by asking which instrument each of you feels most comfortable with and then we can decide on our line-up based on that.
Kou: Hm…Why not? Seems like the most logical solution.
Carla: I am a Founder. You can assign me any instrument you like.
Reiji: What…do you mean by that?
Carla: That I can play each one with ease.
Kou: Really!?
Carla: Why would I lie about such a thing?
Reiji: I see. I suppose you were not simply bluffing earlier. In which case, I shall randomly assign you an instrument…Kou, what about you?
Kou: Um…I could probably handle the end-blow flute, the triangle, the tambourine…
Reiji: Any string or wind instruments?
Kou: Hm… For percussion instruments, maybe the djembe, ngoma? (3)
Carla: What are those?
Kou: They’re African instruments! The locals taught me how to play them when I visited the area during one of my on location photo shoots.
Reiji: Those are some awfully niche choices…As an idol, are you not capable of playing any instruments with a little more flair? Like the piano or the flute?
Kou: Hmー I can play some simple tunes with one hand on the piano…
Reiji: That simply won’t do…
Carla: I mean, we do not actually need to play for real, do we?
Kou: Huh? What do you mean?
Carla: All you need to do is pretend to be playing. Say we go for a violin trio, then only Reiji and myself need to be able to actually play the instrument.
Reiji: I see. I suppose we have that option as well.
Carla: Exactly. One cannot get delicious cured ham by only playing fair.
Reiji: Exactly. …Nor will I be able to get my hands on that high-tech built-in kitchen…
Kou: Huh? Did you say something just now?
Reiji: No, not at all.
You try to convince them to keep things fair.
Carla: Excuse me? Did you say something just now?
Reiji: Hmー Well…I suppose it is true that we risk losing our prize money if they find out that we cheated.
Kou: I’ll do the vocals instead then! Although I haven’t actually ever taken proper singing classes like Shuu-kun mentioned either.
Reiji: That sounds good. Let us go with that. You should not have any complaints then either, correct?
You nod.
Reiji: Well then. From the various scores I have brought with me…
*Flip flip*
Reiji: This one should work. Let us practice this for about an hour and then we can try to put everything together.
Carla: I can go right here, right now.
Reiji: Oh, come on. At least check the score first.
Carla: Hmph.
You start walking away.
Carla: Oi, you. Where are you going?
You explain.
Carla: Ah…You want to go check up on the other group? …Well, I am somewhat curious as well. Now that I have decided I will participate, I definitely do not want to lose to them.
Kou: Eeh~? We don’t really need to compete amongst each other, right? As long as one of our groups wins, we’ll split the prize money anyway.
Carla: That is not my style.
Reiji: Hm…I guess you have a point. I believe it only makes sense to want to aim for first place with our group.
Kou: Hm…Well, I guess being ‘first’ sounds kind of nice.
Carla: Oi, woman. You heard us. I shall allow you to investigate the other group. Once you are done, I expect you to report back to me at once. Understood?
Kou: M-neko-chan, we’re counting on you~! Off you go~!
You head towards the other group.
*Rustle*
Shuu: Well then…About our group…The two of you don’t need to do anything. Or rather, please don’t.
Ayato: Aah!? The fuck!? What do you mean!?
Shuu: I don’t want you two to hold me back.
Ayato: That tone of yours is really pissin’ me off. You usually don’t give a shit ‘bout anythin’, so what makes today different?
Shuu: My gramophone is on the line here…Besides, music is kind of dear to me. Oh well, my reasoning doesn't matter. Anyway, it’d obviously be better for me to perform a solo act than to try and force some weird instrumental trio.
Ayato: Look who’s talking when you haven’t even heard me perform yet!
Shuu: I’m saying this because I unfortunate have heard you play.
Ayato: Ah!? For real!?
Shuu: Back in the past, I thought some idiot was playing around by opening and closing some rusty, old door of our castle, when it turned out the sound was coming from you playing the violin.
Ayato: …!!
Shuu: Besides, you haven’t touched the violin in years, have you?
Ayato: W-Well…
Shuu: I’m spot on, aren’t I? …As for you, Ruki, I’m pretty sure you grew up in an environment where music was the least of your worries?
Ruki: It appears you have quite the faulty image of me. I was actually rather good at playing the violin.
Shuu: Heeh…That’s surprising. In that case…Why don’t you show me what you’ve got?
*Rustle*
Shuu grabs one of the violins and plays a bit.
Shuu: …You can choose any song you want, try and play a bit.
Ruki: Very well.
Ruki plays the violin as well.
Ruki: …As easy as pie.
Ayato: …Kuh!
Shuu: …Heeh. You’re not half bad.
Ruki: What do you think? I bet you wouldn’t mind letting me join the performance now?
Shuu: I mean, I have to admit that you are miles above Ayato in terms of skill.
Ayato: Ugh…Fuck off! Do you really have to put it like that!? I can easily pull that off as well!
Ayato grabs the violin.
Ayato: Gimme that!
*Rustle*
Ayato: Now listen closely, ‘kay? ーー Kuh!
Ayato plays the violin badly.
Ruki: Ugh…What a disaster…
Shuu: Kuh…Cut it out! You’re making my ears bleed!
Ayato: …Huh? That’s weird…? Fuck! One more try!
*Rustle*
He plays just as badly.
Shuu: …Enough!
Shuu steals the violin from him as you walk up to them.
Ruki: …Hm? Oh, it’s you, Livestock. Why do you look terrified?
You explain.
Shuu: Hm? Screams? Ahー That was Ayato playing the violin. You’re not wrong to compare it to someone screeching.
Ayato: Chichinashi, you bitch…!
Ruki: Well, I guess you realize why you have to give up now?
Shuu: Just pretend you are playing instead.
You protest.
Shuu: …I know you’re against cheating but you heard his performance earlier, didn’t you?
You offer for Ayato to sing instead.
Ruki: Kou will be singing for the other group? Which means…
Shuu: Vocals, huh?
Ayato: …I just gotta sing, right!?
Shuu: Guess we have no other choice. Let’s go with that.
Ayato: I’ll blow your socks off with my beautiful voice!
Shuu: Anyway, you got a feel of what the other group’s doing, right? How are things coming together?
You explain.
Ruki: I see. The other group as well. I cannot wait to show them what we’ve got.
Ayato: I mean, as long as we do a half-decent job, we shouldn’t lose to them, right?
Shuu: Anyway, we should probably get some practice in as well and then come back together after an hour.
Ruki: Agreed.
*TIMESKIP*
Reiji: Well then, we should probably show each other what we’ve got so far.
Ruki: We just gathered together again. I believe your group did as well?
Reiji: Yes, exactly. …You seem very well informed.
Carla: You must have a lot of time on hand to eavesdrop on our group from the shadows.
Shuu: She’s the one who informed you guys as well, right? We’re in the same boat then.
Carla & Reiji: …!!
Kou: Why are you guys being so competitive towards each other when we’re all working towards the same goal…? I mean, whatever. Anyway, let’s just get to it. This isn’t the real deal yet. We’re only practicing.
Ruki: Even so, we still have to try our best.
Reiji: Exactly. Well then, how will we go about this? I believe this is the prime opportunity to decide which one of our groups is superior in terms of skill.
Carla: Fufufu…I shall show you something truly breathtaking!
Kou: Uwah~ It’s no use. His switch got flipped.
Carla: Oi, woman! You shall judge who is the superior group, understood?
Ayato: Hey, bastard! Don’t be threatenin’ Chichinashi now! She’s gonna get scared and favor you guys as a result!
Carla: I am not intimidating her in the slightest. Once you hear our performance, it will be clear that we will come out victorious. …Oi, Four-Eyes. Let us begin.
Reiji: …’Four-Eyes’, could you be referring to me, by any chance?
Carla: You are the only one here wearing glasses, are you not?
*Rustle*
Reiji: …I am rather displeased by that remark.
Kou: Let’s get this party started~! …Ah, by the way, you’ll have to wait to hear me sing until the actual performance day~
*Rustle*
Reiji and Carla start playing the violin.
Shuu: They’re not bad…
Ruki: No, wait…Take a look at Carla.
Carla: Haah…
Ayato: Haah?
Kou: Eh!? The bow’s moving by itself…!? Could it be…?
Ruki: It’s magic! He’s using his magic to play the violin…!
Shuu: Haah…
Carla: Phew…There you go, I did not even break a sweat.
Reiji: Hahaha…First place is as good as ours. …Right? Hey, you!
*Bzz bzzt*
Reiji: …!? E-Excuse me!?
Carla: Do you have a problem with our performance!?
Kou: I mean, you can hardly blame her. Any normal person would be in shock after seeing that performance from earlier.
Reiji: …! Carla! This would not be an issue if you would simply use your hands as you play!
Carla: T-That’s…
Reiji: Hm? Don’t tell me…You cannot?
Carla: …!!
Shuu: Fufu…Hilarious.
Ayato: This competition is ours!
You point out that they have yet to play.
Ayato: …Ah? I mean, sure, we haven’t performed yet, but it’s so obvious.
Ruki: I mean, why not give them a listen?
Shuu: Haah…It’s a drag but I guess we have no other choice. I’m sure they’ll admit defeat after hearing us play.
*Rustle*
Shuu: Anyway, for now, we’ll let you hear the violin part. Let’s go.
Shuu and Ruki start playing.
Carla & Reiji: …!!
Ayato: Hehe! How’s that? Pissin’ your pants?
Kou: Both of them are actually using their hands to play! I had no idea Ruki-kun was gifted at the violin!
Reiji: …!! …This is rather infuriating.
False notes start mixing in.
Reiji: Hm? …T-This is…!!
Carla: What is going on…!?
Kou: Aah! Ow! What a horrible noise…Stop! Time out!!
Shuu: …!! Oi, Ruki! What was that just now!?
Ruki: What do you mean? I played the violin.
Kou: We know that! You started off great but then it all went downhill halfway through!?
Ruki: Ah, about that. Oh well, do not let that bother you.
Reiji: How are we supposed to do that!?
Ruki: It’s the first few notes which truly matter. In short, as long as I can make a good first impression, the tone has already been set for an amazing piece.
Shuu: Haah…In other words, you can only play well for a couple of seconds?
Carla: Hahaha! I guess that means we have won.
Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! What’s the verdict of this competition?
You frown.
Kou: I’m pretty sure both groups had issues of our own? …But I doubt these guys will let this pass without there being a clear winner.
The other guys act competitive towards each other.
Kou: Hm? What was that? We should wait for a winner to be declared until the day of the actual competition? Makes sense. It’s not like there’s any point in fighting over it right now.
Shuu: Oi, Ruki. I expect you to master the rest of the score by then.
Reiji: Carla! You should learn to play with your hands as well! Come on, start practicing at once!
Ayato: …Seems like those two got stuck in between Shuu and Reiji’s personal conflict.
Kou: Oh well, whatever. All that matters is that we get our hands on those ten million yen by winning both first and second prize! We better give it our best shot.
*TIMESKIP*
Ruki: ( ーー And so, we continued to practice playing the violin from dusk till dawn for days on end. )
Carla: ( It was more challenging and daunting than any task I had faced in the past. )
Reiji: ( All I want is to surpass Shuu’s team! )
Shuu: ( I became more serious about honing my violin skills than ever before, all for the sake of that gramophone. )
Ayato: ( Even I - who wasn’t too thrilled about the whole idea at first - got very serious about the competition. )
Kou: ( Everyone held tightly onto their violin’’s bow, as the moment of truth arrivedーー )
*Rustle*
Ruki: …Ridiculous! Can someone please explain this to me!?
Kou: R-Ruki-kun, calm down…
Ruki: How am I supposed to keep calm in a situation like this!?
Shuu: Unbelievable…
Reiji: You! I am fairly sure I told you to submit our application in time so how has this happened?
You explain.
Reiji: Haah…I was a fool for entrusting you with this task. ーー Well, all of us know how to properly play now, so let us put those skills to good use at the next given opportunity, I suppose. …Right, Carla?
Carla: …W-Wha…?
Ayato: Oi, do you also smell trouble?
Kou: Yeah, you’re right…
Ayato: Let’s dip before it’s too late!
Kou: Good idea…
Ayato and Kou sneak away.
Carla: Haha…Hahaha…
Reiji: Good grief…Laughter is the only thing coming out of him.
Carla: Ahahaha…!
Shuu & Ruki: …!?
Carla: You bastards…!!
*WOOSH*
Reiji: …Carla!? R-Relax! Everyone makes mistakes! Let us remain calm and talk it out!
*BOOM*
Carla: My Iberico serranoーーーー!!
ーー THE END ーー
Translation notes
(1) 一千万 or ‘issenman’ is 10.000.000 or ten million yen, when converted to dollar, it would be around ten thousand dollars.
(2) Shuu calls him 化石男 or ‘kaseki otoko’ which literally means ‘fossil guy’.
(3) There’s one third instrument he mentions but I could not find what it is for the life of me. To me it sounds like he’s saying ‘zunzun’ or ‘zunzu’ but I couldn’t find any African instruments with that name.
#diabolik lovers#dialovers#shuu sakamaki#reiji sakamaki#ayato sakamaki#ruki mukami#kou mukami#carla tsukinami
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After honing my cartoon-ing skills a bit further, I've moved on to making some new characters for a secret project. Studying the Cartoon Network™ style has paid off.
Names subject to chance, but for now let's meet Charlie and Penny.
Charlie (Lee to his friends, Charlie to his teachers, Charles to his parents whenever he is in trouble.)
He is the ultimate big brother. He just turned 13 and is convinced that he is the coolest person to ever exist. He even has his own Palm Pilot Handi-Man™ 20X6! He definitely didn't steal it from his dad's office, so don't even ask!
His RCA-Lyra Portable Music Player™ is filled to capacity with all the hottest MP3s. (Literally just the Kingdom Hearts OST and nothing else.) He knows all the cheat codes to every Sega Dreamcast game, and just last week he got to see his first PG-13 movie! (Jurassic Park 2: The Lost World, he hasn't seen the first one and probably isn't aware it exists.) He was very brave and only cried a few times!
He spent all of his allowance on a pair of ripped jeans but his mom made him sew patches on the knees so his legs wouldn't get cold.
He can and will die for Penny at the drop of hat.
Penny: (Short for Penelope, but she tells everybody that it's short for "Dollar", exactly 99 cents short. She's very proud of that joke and tells it everybody.)
She is the ultimate little sister. She is 10 years old and is very nervous about what happens when you are too old to count your age on your fingers. She loves playing with her dolls, and listening to her favorite death metal band, 𝕲𝕺𝕺𝕱𝖄 𝕺𝕮𝕿𝕺𝕭𝕰𝕽 (Goofy October; the most intense PG rated death metal band in all of Canada.)
She has a bad relationship with the local dentist because she refuses to stop chewing on the cool rocks she finds in the woods behind her school. She has destroyed multiple retainers with great prejudice and shows no signs of stopping anytime soon.
Literally everyone loves Penny and finds it impossible to say a bad word about her no matter how hard they try.
Every single person in town is terrified of what might happen if she gets too sad. It is foretold in the ancient scriptures that if Penny cries for more than 60 seconds the entire world comes to a violent end.
These two are gonna be protagonists in a fun little video game I'm pitching. It will be very weird.
In process sketches I made in designing their character below the cut:
Charlie had Johnny Bravo energy from the beginning. It was pivotal that he wasn't just "cool" but specifically what a 13 year old THINKS is "cool"
Penny's design was nearly perfect from the get-go, but I had to get the hair just right. She feels like a mix of every single KND character and I like that.
#cartoon#OC#OC stuff#cartoon characters#character design#original character#Charlie and Penny#concept art#story concept#character art#rey rapids#Rapids artwork#sketch#oc sketch#sketchbook#Palm Pilot#artists on tumblr#cartoon network#cartoon nostalgia#art style#art style practice#cartoons#doodles#GOOFY OCTOBER#Charlie Rad#Penny Rad
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better together - matt boldy
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requested?/inspired by this! my first time writing for boldy🫣 i hope it’s good enough lol and if it is.. i officially write for matt boldy!
You had gone through a lot in your life. A statement your brothers would call you dramatic for saying but you always argued that you had a point. It was tough enough growing up with three brothers, two older and one being your twin, but with all of them being top prospects, you seemed to fall through the cracks.
The Hughes family was America’s favourite. They adored your brothers, of course, and your parents as well. You stayed out of most interviews, only ever being mentioned but not for long, not before it was forgotten in favour of Jack’s newest record.
Growing up, Quinn was always the one who stuck up for you. He made sure you were included or that Jack and Luke weren’t teasing you too much. Quinn was the one who helped clean up the scrape you got on your knee when Jack pushed you aside in order to get the ball in whatever silly game you were playing, he was also the one who wiped away your tears when Johnny, your grade 6 boyfriend, found a new girlfriend at his summer camp, leaving you in the dust.
And it wasn’t that Jack and Luke weren’t good brothers per say, they just didn’t exactly realize that you were different since you were a girl. You wanted to play dress up and barbie’s while they wanted to play hockey and wrestle. It didn’t even matter though because eventually, once you all grew up, it was much easier to hang out and be friends with each other.
However, that wasn’t the case until a couple years ago, things actually shifted when Jack started playing in New Jersey. Before that, things were just different, you were just Jack Hughes’ little sister and that’s exactly how everyone treated you.
2018
“Can I come?” You asked hopefully.
“Uh no… you’re too young” Jack said, leaving you out of plans as per usual. It wasn’t like you desperately needed to join in on their plans. They were going to a movie, one that you could just watch at home but… you hated to be left out.
“But Luke is going, we’re literally twins” Jack just shrugged and you looked around helplessly at the group, hoping one of them would feel bad for you and coax Jack into letting you come. Trevor and Cole just looked at you, smiling pitifully before grabbing their coats. You whined as the left with Luke following after, not even sparing you a glance.
“I’ll bring you back some sour patch kids” Alex smiled, patting your head as he left. Alex was definitely your favourite.
And if Alex was your favourite, Matt Boldy was your least. He was actually the person who came closest to you despising. Matt was supposedly a nice guy, that’s what your mom said at least. ‘He’s such a sweet kid’ if only you had a dollar for every time you heard that.
If Matt was a nice kid, he sure liked to fool you. He laughed at every joke made at your expense, usually by Jack. For the most part, Jack’s friends were nice. Cole would always say hi to you, even ask how you day was sometimes. Patrick and Trevor would talk to you whenever they came over and you appreciated it, even if they were only doing it to be polite. Alex was the only one who spent time with you, probably since he actually lived in your house. The two of you would have movie nights and you were working your way through Brooklyn 99 together; Alex was your friend, maybe not as much as he was Jack’s but you still claimed him as a friend anyway.
Every memory you had of Matt Boldy was a sour one, he had never explicitly talked to you, maybe the odd comment but he usually just ignored you which you used to hate but now, you considered yourself lucky.
“Y/n’s going out with a boy” Luke laughed as he clamoured down the stairs while you chased after him, yelling for him to keep it quiet. It was bad enough that he found out about your date but now he was running his mouth to Jack? It was so against your twin code.
“No she’s not” Jack snickered and you crossed your arms when you rounded the corner to find him and his friends sprawled out on the couches.
“Oh yeah, that Max guy from my team. They’re going to the movies” Luke sang, teasing you while you pouted, marching over to sit next to Alex who shoved Trevor over to make room for you.
“Baby Hughes got a date?” Matt asked in a tone that made it sound absurd that you actually found someone to go out on a date with you. I mean, if you could even call it that, you were only 15 so your mom still had to drive you there, it was hardly a date.
“Baby Hughes is all grown up” Trevor says despite only knowing you for a few months.
“Is this some sort of bet or something? Emma was telling me about a book where they made a bet that he couldn’t make the weird girl fall in love with him…” Matt asked but was cut off when Alex threw a pillow at his head.
“Dude are you still talking?” Alex Turcotte, everyone. You smiled gratefully at Alex who patted your head in response, he reminded you of Quinn, that’s definitely why you stuck around him.
Long story short, Matt Boldy hated you and you hated him for it. Sorry, you strongly disliked him, your mom didn’t appreciate you saying you hated people.
2019
When Jack’s friends all returned to Michigan for their second year of the program, you had vowed to be a changed woman. You still spent time with Alex and when Luke was busy with hockey, you found yourself spending more time with Jack, something you hadn’t expected. However, Quinn told you that it was because Jack realized he would be leaving soon so he was trying to get all his ‘baby sister time’ in now.
You didn’t mind, you loved it actually. More time with Jack meant more time with his friends and you weren’t upset about that either; Cole and Trevor were actually nice and you accredited it to you being older but they seemed to want to talk to you now. In spite of that, your relationship with Matt didn’t change , not that you wanted it to. He didn’t make the jokes anymore but that was probably because you were closer with the rest of the boys now so they wouldn’t laugh, only tell him to knock it off which ruined the fun for him.
“I don’t understand how you don’t like him, he’s so nice” Quinn said one day over lunch. You went to Ann Arbor with Luke and your mom. They went to look around the campus or something but you decided to go see your oldest brother instead.
“Not to me” You huffed.
“Maybe he has a crush on you” Quinn was laughing before he even finished your sentence. You weren’t sure if it was because of the twisted face you pulled or just the sheer idea of Matt Boldy liking you… both were equally ridiculous to you.
“Quintin please, I’m trying to eat here”
2020
The first year that Jack played in the NHL was weird. It was weird that it was only you and Luke left in the house, Quinn had been gone for a while and even if he was only in Ann Arbor, he was still out of the house. The only sense of normality in 2020 was when everyone gathered at the Hughes lake house.
After being quarantined and many, many tests, everyone was finally able to fly in and since they all arranged for their training to be together, the lake house was full again.
This summer, you got even closer with some of the boys but Matt didn’t let up, especially when he found out about Josh.
“Quinn met Josh last week” You told Alex.
“And? Did he get Huggy’s stamp of approval?” He asked a bit louder than you would’ve liked.
“Did who get my stamp of approval?” Quinn asked as he sat down next to you.
“Josh, ‘boyfriend Josh’” Alex used air quotes, making sure Quinn, and everyone else sitting around the fire, know exactly who he was talking about.
“Ohhh yeah boyfriend Josh is quite the guy” Quinn nodded, taking a long sip of his beer.
“You said you liked him!”
“Wait… who’s boyfriend Josh?” Jack asked.
“Well I think… I think he’s Y/n’s new boyfriend” Trevor grinned before Jack smacked the back of his head.
“Y/n has a boyfriend?” Matt smirked and you rolled your eyes, huffing as you fall back into the couch, annoyed that your relationship has now become a point of conversation with your older brother’s friends.
“Jealous?” You smile smugly which makes Matt grimace.
“Anyways… why haven’t I met boyfriend Josh?” Jack turns to you.
“Can we stop calling him boyfriend Josh?” You groan.
“No pouting!” Luke yells at you as he walks into the room and you roll your eyes, wiggling out from under Alex’s arm to sit up straight.
“No we can’t because then Josh will get confused and think we’re talking about him” Trevor pointed out, motioning over to Josh Norris who’s head raises from looking at his phone.
“I think Josh can pick up on context clues”
“Hold on… our Josh or boyfriend Josh? See? This is already confusing” Trevor shook his head and his question made all the boys start laughing.
“I hate you all” You groan and Quinn throws his arm around you, pulling you into his side.
“Boyfriend Josh is very nice and he’s good for Y/n/n… let’s drop it so that Trev doesn’t strain his brain from thinking too hard”
Jack met your boyfriend later that summer, everyone did actually. You had a few friends come to the lake house for your birthday in August.
“So he is real” You were already regretting this decision and Josh had only been here for five minutes.
“Guys, this is Josh” You took a deep breath, as soon as you uttered the words to Jack and Luke, you head ten sets of steps coming down the hallway.
“Boyfriend Josh!” Trevor exclaimed.
“I didn’t think he was real” Matt mumbled and Patrick elbowed him in the ribs.
“I’m sorry in advance” Alex stepped forward and gave Josh a little bro handshake. They met over facetime a few times, only because you were too scared to tell your brothers at that point.
“Josh, good to see you man” Quinn gave him a little handshake as well and you smiled, it made you happy that Quinn liked him.
The rest of the guys introduced themselves and you only rolled your eyes once when Matt made an off handed comment but Josh squeezed your hand to insure you that it didn’t bother him in the slightest which did help you relax. Other than the pest, the guys were more than welcoming to Josh and despite still calling him ‘boyfriend Josh’ throughout the week, they actually seemed to like him.
2021
This year, you were fresh off a graduation and there was nothing standing in the way of your last summer before college. You were going to the University of Michigan, of course, and you finally didn’t feel like you were that much younger than the rest of your friends.
Josh came back to the lake house this summer, a year into your relationship and it was stronger than ever. The guys welcomed him back and you were glad it seemed to work effortlessly. There were a few girlfriends in attendance this year which you loved, more girls to hang out with was always fun and it also helped keep some of the boys in check.
You spent most of the summer laying around in Josh’s arms, talking about your futures. It was the perfect summer of doing absolutely nothing.
“We should just stay here forever” Josh mumbled and you smiled.
“I’m sure Quinn would love that” Your group had now migrated from your family’s lake house to the new one Quinn and Jack bought together in Michigan. It was much bigger and much fancier, making it obvious that it was the product of two NHL salaries.
Josh laughed, “But seriously, I don’t want to leave you” He was going to Duke for basketball, something you both knew was happening but had chosen to ignore for the past year.
“I know, I don’t want to either” You sigh loudly.
“But we’ll always have this right? This summer was just for us” Josh mumbled and you nodded. This year was the first summer that wasn’t ruined by Matt.
2022
“So, where’s boyfriend Josh?” Trevor asked as he shoved Mackie’s arm away from your shoulders and replaced it with his own. This year, you and Luke’s friends (aka his hockey team) made it to the house and it was definitely a change of pace for you compared to your last two summers.
“Ex-boyfriend Josh” You said quietly.
“EX?” Trevor yelled and all heads turned your way. “When we’re you planning on telling us?”
“I didn’t realize I had to send out a notification to half the league that my boyfriend dumped me” You scoffed.
Eddy came up and pulled you away from Trevor, putting his arms around you protectively. “Y/n/n is better off without him” You smiled while patting his arms. Eddy was your best friend at school which meant he practically went through the break up with you.
“Did he hurt you? Because I swear-” Cole started but Jack’s laughter cut him off.
“Dude what are you going to do?” Patrick asked, “Plus I don’t think Y/n/n needs even more guys to defend her” He motioned to Eddy who smiled happily.
“Nothing happened. He’s at Duke and… I don’t know, long distance sucks” You shrugged. There wasn’t a sad, terrible story. That was it, he moved away and as hard as you tried to make it work, it just wasn’t in the cards for you two.
“Well fuck that guy!” Trevor yelled.
“Yeah, hot girl summer, right?” Alex asked, sending you a smile.
“Don’t ever talk about my baby sister having a hot girl summer, Turcs” Quinn said, a shiver going down his spine.
“He’s not saying she has to fu-”
“Nope! We’re done, let’s go Y/n/n” Quinn pulls you away and you’re laughing loudly.
…
“Where’s… what’s his name? Boyfriend John?” Matt asked as he sat in the lounger next to you, looking at you instead of the lakefront view that your brother’s house offered.
“What is everyone’s obsession with Josh?” You groaned. To be fair, he did just get here a couple hours ago, clearly missing the whole boyfriend update conversation.
“God… sorry for asking” Matt huffed sarcastically.
“No it’s fine… we just broke up so no more boyfriend Josh” You were too busy staring down at your hands to notice Matt’s eyes flicker over to you quickly.
“Oh uh sorry”
“It’s fine, you don’t have to do that” You brushed it off, “I’m not heartbroken or anything”
“I know” He said simply, “You’re not the type to be heartbroken over some guy, let alone a basketball player” Matt made himself laugh and while you weren’t exactly laughing as well, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t chuckle.
“Hey there’s nothing wrong with basketball players” You defended weakly, not like there was any reason to put up a fight anymore.
“Yeah okay” Matt snickered. You weren’t even sure why he was sitting out here and talking to you since all of his friends, that he hadn’t seen in months, were inside but yet he chose to sit out here with you, the girl he’s hated for years now.
“Are you going to stay out here and make fun of me all night or..?”
Matt laughed, “Nah I’m going don’t worry” You watched as he got up and grabbed his phone off the chair, “Just to be clear, I’m not making fun of you, I never was” You didn’t have time to answer because as soon as his words registered he was gone, the door already sliding closed behind him.
The energy shifted over the next few days, Matt was a lot more tolerable and even though his teasing had lessened over the past year or so, it was odd. He would stay quiet, even passing up the easy chirps that would wouldn’t necessarily mind. He also started talking to you more, although anything more than a sentence would be considered ‘more’.
It didn’t go unnoticed either. When Matt chose the seat near you during the fire, Alex raised an eyebrow at you, questioning what was going on. When you were the one who was ordered to grab more drinks, Matt offered to help which made almost everyone wonder what was going on. Luckily, no one said anything.
Everything was going fine. You and Matt weren’t friends but you also weren’t fighting, something Quinn and Alex claimed was a good thing.
Maybe it would’ve been, if you didn’t go and screw it all up during his last week in Michigan. He was one of the first ones to leave, having to be back in Minnesota earlier than usual. The boys weren’t going to let him go without a party though so the whole week leading up to his departure was spent getting absolutely shitfaced every night, not like that was different from any other week.
You should’ve turned away the tequila shots Trevor was bringing around, or maybe the concoction Eddy mixed for you was the thing you couldn’t recover from but whatever it was, you should’ve stopped long before you did.
“Matthew!” You drunkenly shouted, pointing at Matt who was smiling carelessly.
“Don’t call me Matthew, Y/n”
“I’ll do what I want” You pouted dramatically.
Matt laughed, “What’s up?” He fell down onto the patio couch beside you, landing a little closer than originally planned but he blamed it on the alcohol.
“Why do you hate me?” Alcohol made you very forward.
“I don’t hate you”
“Okay… why did you hate me”
“I never hated you” He smiled, “I don’t think anyone could ever hate you”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You’re pretty sure your words were running into each other, coming out as a slurred mess but Matt still understood.
“You’re Y/n Hughes, that’s what that means” It didn’t make sense but he was too drunk to try and explain it any further.
“You’re so stupid” You laugh, throwing your head back onto the back of the couch but it actually ends up on Matt’s arm since it’s extended behind you.
“Let’s go be stupid together” Matt whispered, almost quiet enough that you didn’t hear him. You weren’t sure how the conversation went from 0-100 so quickly but you also didn’t really mind.
A beat of silence passes before you think of anything to say, “Fine… but you’re making me breakfast tomorrow” It was your drunken compromise but Matt accepted it without hesitation.
“Yep, let’s go”
…
You woke up in the morning with the alcohol gone from your body, as were your clothes. Well, the clothes weren’t exactly gone, they were just strewed around Matt’s bedroom along with his.
You weren’t sure what your plan of attack would be. If you should pretend to be sleeping or just sneak out of the room. Although you weren’t exactly sure what happened last night so staying ‘asleep’ might be your best option; you didn’t exactly feel like getting chirped non-stop at 9 in the morning while Matt slept soundly.
You felt him move and then his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you into him which made your eyes bulge. You squirmed which must have been enough to wake him up because you could feel him moving around more now.
“Oh fuck me” He groaned as you winced.
“Pretty sure I took care of that already” You whispered and you heard him sigh. “So…”
“Ugh Jack’s gonna kill me” Matt moved around some more and his voice sounded muffled so you assumed his face was shoved into the pillow.
“Seriously? We’re in bed and the first thing you think of is my brother?” You scoff, rolling away from Matt but he pulls you back even faster.
“Sorry, hi how’s it going” You twisted around to face him just to find his little smirk present and it made you want to roll your eyes.
“How’s it going? Really?”
“You’re a pain in my ass” Matt groaned and you smiled.
“That’s not very nice Matthew”
“Don’t call me Matthew” He said quickly which made you grin.
“I believe I was promised breakfast Matthew” You flipped around, moving away from him. He said something under his breath but got up anyway. You reached for your phone, scrolling through some notifications while you waited for him to come back. You weren’t even hungry really, you just didn’t want to be the first one to leave the room and… you wanted to see if he’d actually bring you breakfast.
Matt returned a while later with two bowls in his hands. He kicked the door closed and jumped onto the bed, passing you a bowl of scrambled eggs.
“I hope you enjoy those, I went through a lot for them” You raise an eyebrow at him, silently prompting him to explain. “Alex and Trevor were in the kitchen… they had some questions”
“Ew please don’t tell me you told them” The thought of Jack’s friends knowing about your night with Matt was so gross.
“Well no… I-” He was interrupted by the door banging open.
“Yo lovebirds, we’re leaving in 5 let’s go” You glared at Trevor who was grinning at the door. “Oh and Jack wants to talk to you” Trevor skipped away, skillfully dodging the pillow you threw at him.
“I’m dead, totally dead” Matt groaned.
“I can handle Jack, don’t worry” You took your time getting ready before pulling Matt downstairs with you.
“Jack is going to kill you” Alex said when he saw the two of you entering the kitchen.
“Dude, I was drunk” Matt complained and it made you freeze.
“Is that all it was?”
“Well… yeah, isn’t it?” Your mind blanked as heat flushed your entire body.
You backed away, feeling your heart pounding harder with each passing second. “You know what? I’m not gonna go out today, I’m not feeling great” Your eyes darted from Matt to Alex who was now giving you a sympathetic look. You couldn’t stand it so you spun around and sped out of the kitchen and back upstairs, locking yourself in your room, leaving a confused Matt and furious Alex alone in the kitchen.
“What the hell was that?” Matt asked, looking to Alex for answers.
“Bro…” Alex trailed off, leaving the kitchen while shaking his head.
…
Matt spent all day thinking about it. About you, about what he said. It wasn’t just a drunken hookup, he liked you. He had liked you for years now and he finally thought it was time that things could work out for the two of you. At first, you were too young, you weren’t looking for a boyfriend, let alone your brother’s friend who was two years older than you. Then you started dating boyfriend Jason… John… Josh! Yeah boyfriend Josh was a problem for a couple years and now that you were finally single, Matt thought it was perfect timing.
But then he opened his big stupid mouth and ruined everything. You were still in your room when they got back from the lake and you didn’t come out for dinner. Quinn went up to check on you and deliver some food but nobody else had seen you.
“What happened?” Quinn asked when he came to sit next to you on you bed.
“I slept with Matt”
“Okay…” Quinn was still waiting for the details that made you spend a perfectly good day of summer locked inside.
“You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be? You’re an adult, you can do what you want”
You laughed, “Barely, I’m not even legal”
“You’re 19, that’s how old Jack was when he moved out and you’re way more responsible than he was” You wanted to correct him and remind him that Jack was only 18 but you didn’t think it was important.
“True”
“So what happened? Did he do something?”
“No, nothing like that” You could see Quinn visibly relax, “I just… I thought it meant something, I don’t know. Then he told Alex this morning that it was just because he was drunk but really I only have myself to blame because it’s not like he even liked me, it was just in my head and now I feel stupid” Quinn let you ramble, patiently waiting for you to finish before starting his lecture.
“Don’t feel stupid, I understand what you’re saying but also think about it from his side. I’ve been in this type of situation and after I hooked up with this girl-” You interrupt him quickly.
“Ew, Quintin!” You equaled, covering your ears in attempt to shut out his gross hook up stories.
“Shut up, let me finish” He laughed, pulling your hands down. “As I was saying, we had a bit of a miscommunication after and it ended up that we wanted the same thing so really it was all for no reason” Quinn tried to explain as best he could without sharing too much. “I think you should talk to him, have a grown up conversation about it and see what he has to say”
“Okay” Quinn was always right. You trusted him with anything really so when he gave you advice, you always followed it.
You went down to find Matt later that night, slipping out of the house to grab him from the patio where he was sitting with Cole. “Hey” You lightly touched his arm to get his attention and his head whipped around to look at you.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asked with concern filling his eyes.
“Yeah… can we talk?” He nodded and got up, following you back inside to the empty living room, sitting down next to you on the couch.
“I’m sorry” You both said and the same time which made you laugh quietly.
“You first” Matt motioned for you to go ahead.
“I freaked out when you said that it meant nothing to you because… I thought it did but I should’ve asked you and not just assumed you felt the same way. I’m sorry, it wasn’t really fair and it was really immature”
“It did mean something to me. I just said that it didn’t because I didn’t think you wanted it…” Ugh why was Quinn always right?
“Really?” You asked, wanting to make sure he was telling the truth.
“I’ve been crazy about you for a few years now so yeah, really” You bit back a smile when Matt grinned widely at you.
“A few years?” You ask and he nods, “Cradle robber” Matt laughs loudly. “I’m kidding Matthew, don’t worry”
“Stop calling me Matthew” He complained which made you smirk.
“Never” You leaned forward to kiss him quickly but his hands found your waist and held you there for longer.
“Gross, get a room” Quinn teased as he walked into the house. Matt’s eyes went wide, scared of what your brother would say or do. Quinn noticed his expression and laughed, “I don’t care Boldy, just worry about Jack” Quinn walked to the kitchen and returned with a new beer, “But don’t hurt my baby sister…”
“Don’t plan on it” Matt smirks, kissing you again when Quinn leaves.
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Hey, I wonder what it would look like if Liam gave Riley permission to hook up with someone one last time at their party in Las Vegas, and Riley asked Liam to sleep together. It would be very interesting, because PB does not have that option.
Thank you so much for this ask @busywoman! Fun fact: when I first joined the fandom, there was a story of the Vegas fling taking place between MC and her chosen LI (Drake).
*Sighs nostalgically* That was a good story.
This one, probably not so much but here’s hoping you enjoy it! Using my Timing Liam x Riley (The Otters/Baby Riam) for this drabble and including an answer to your previous ask regarding a lighter, happier proposal for them.
Also using @choicesflashfics Week #20 prompt #1: “The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you.” It will appear in bold.
No one’s eyes but mine have looked this over, so pretty please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates this story as 99% error free.
All characters belong to Pixelberry.
Song Inspo: Love You, flowerovlove
Word Count: 1,346
Pairing: Liam x Riley
Rating T for Teen (No triggers, just a couple of curse words and if you sniff really long and very deeply, you may catch a whiff of lemon)
Las Vegas, Nevada
“Is there anything else you desire, my love?” King Liam of Cordonia loudly asked over the blaring music as he helped his fiancée down from the tabletop they had just danced upon.
Riley Brooks did not answer as she concentrated on placing her foot, shod in strappy sandals with too-high heels, firmly on the ground.
“Food? Drink?” The royal persisted.
“Damnit, Liam! I am trying NOT to die here!” Riley snapped, annoyance and fear lacing her voice.
The King’s fiancée was scared of heights, but more than that, she had a fear of falling. Both were a very real possibility when the tables were a good four feet tall. The last thing Riley needed was to faceplant and suffer a head injury, broken bones, or worse.
The couple were in Las Vegas with their friends and members of Court to celebrate their engagement. Liam had insisted they have a stag and doe party because he could not bear another moment not being by Riley’s side.
Riley didn’t mind; she had tagged along with Madeleine on her bachelorette party and had crashed Liam’s bachelor party during the Engagement Tour. With none other than Drake Walker aka Agent Marshmallow. She had been so disappointed when Drake didn’t beat the hell out of Bertrand, but even more regretful at having to leave behind a plate of steaks.
During their stay, the couple had taken in the sights of Las Vegas, gambled at a casino where Riley lost $2,000 dollars but won $89 dollars and a coupon to the gaming house’s early bird lunch special, valid only Sundays through Thursdays. There had been a magic show, a scavenger hunt, and a night at the hottest club in town. Tonight was the last of festivities; the entourage was flying back to Cordonia in the morning.
Liam pulled her into a protective embrace once she was safely on solid ground, pressing a wet kiss against her temple. “You’re safe, love. I’m here to protect you.”
Riley briefly closed her eyes as she laid her forehead against the crook of his shoulder. The touch of Lim’s strong arms around her never failed to fill her very being with a feeling of safety, of warmth.
“There is one more thing that would make this entire trip absolutely perfect.” She pulled away from Liam ever-so-slightly so she could look him in his eyes.
“And what would that be?” he asked with a tipsy smile.
“I wanna have a fling!” she said excitedly.
Liam’s arms dropped quickly away from her body; his face was ashen-colored, and his expression was one of stupefied disbelief.
“WHAT?” he yelled.
“What? This is MY party! You’ve already had one! Besides, we’re in Sin City. Debauchery is expected, Liam!”
“With WHO?”
“Whom,” Riley corrected as her eyes scanned the hotel rooftop.
Liam stared at the woman he loved more than life itself. This had to be a joke. Why accept his proposal if she still wanted another?
“Lady Riley Brooks, would you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honor of being my wife?” Liam asked as he knelt on one knee.
Riley looked down at Liam and the diamond ring nestled in the crushed black velvet box, then up at the Statue of Liberty before answering.
“Okay.”
Liam’s brow knitted, and confusion filled his eyes. “That … is not quite the reaction I was expecting.”
Riley stared at him, realization dawning on her face. “Oh … OOOHHHH. Hold on!”
She batted her lashes and pressed one of her palms over her heart. In a simpering, affected voice, she threw her head back and shouted, “YES, LIAM! YES! A THOUSAND TIMES, YES!”
She looked down at Liam when she was finished. “Better?”
The King rolled his eyes. “Let me just put the ring on your finger, please.”
Perhaps it was revenge of some sort because of the Coronation night disaster which resulted in him betrothed to Countess Madeleine. Riley’s hurt and anger had been palatable; the therapy he had suggested they both take part in had exacerbated the emotions.
What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.
Swallowing heavily over the sudden lump in his throat, Liam spoke softly. “I promised to never deny you anything. You can have your fling. All I ask is that you never mention it to me. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. And tomorrow morning, you are MINE. ALL MINE for all eternity.”
His lips snatched hers in a searingly passionate kiss before he turned away, disappearing into the crowd. Riley watched him walk away; his gait was stiff and his shoulders slightly slumped. She shrugged before turning in the opposite direction.
Liam made his way to the bar where he ordered a double scotch on the rocks. He swiveled his chair seat around so he could have a better look at which one of his “friends” would soon be fucking his fiancée. Jealousy, frustration, sadness, and hurt flowed through his body.
She said she had forgiven him.
She said his was the greatest love she had ever known.
His dark brown eyes traveled slowly over the crowd: Drake, Leo, Max, Rashad were still in attendance; they were surrounded by Duchess Olivia and Countess Madeleine. They all had drinks in hand, and guffawing loudly at a story Leo was telling.
Penelope and Kiara were holding plates of food, eating while swaying to the DJ’s remix of an American rap song.
He did not see Riley.
Liam turned at feeling a tapping on his shoulder. His eyes widened at seeing Riley. She had a plate filled with buffalo wings and engagement cake.
“Hey!” she greeted as if she hadn’t just asked her intended for permission to have sex with someone else.
“No one took you up on you offer?” he huffed as he turned away from her.
Riley looked confused. “What offer?”
“YOU ASKED ME FOR A FLING!”
Riley bit into a wing, crossing her eyes at how delicious it was.
“Yeah, I asked YOU, idiot! I don’t need your permission to have sex with someone else, and I certainly wouldn’t tell you. Too much transparency is not a good thing.”
Liam faced his fiancée. “Do you want someone else?” he asked as he reached for a piece of chicken.
Riley slapped his hand away. “No. I’m in love with you, Liam. The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you.”
She turned to face him, red dots of sauce speckling her lips. “You’re more than enough.”
The relief Liam felt filled his face. “Thank God.”
He tried again to snatch a wing; Riley let him have one.
“But why all the cloak and dagger? You know you need only say what you want.”
He bit into the chicken, his eyes widening in surprise. “These are good!” He attempted to snag another piece but pulled his hand away upon seeing Riley’s arched eyebrow.
“Because I wanted food first! If I told you the fling was with you, I would’ve missed out on these wings! And I may want some pancakes when I get back to my room. A girl gotta eat, Liam!”
Liam leaned into her, his lips brushing against the skin of her neck. “I have a much better way of satisfying your appetites, love.”
Riley giggled when his breath tickled her flesh. “Does it involve pancakes?”
“What about syrup?” he questioned in a husky whisper against her earlobe as his fingers walked up her fabric-covered thigh.
The tip of Riley’s tongue licked her upper lip. “You’re gonna have to do better than that. I’m giving up buffalo wings, cake, and pancakes!” she moaned.
She felt his hand pushing to get between her legs, and she shifted slightly in her seat to allow him access.
“Chocolate syrup,” Liam clarified while his fingertip rubbed slowly against the crotch of her panties.
“Let’s go! The night isn’t getting any younger!” Riley was out of her chair and halfway to the elevator with Liam close on her heels.
“DON’T FORGET MY PLATE!"
A/N: Not sure if anyone will see this because it is 3:16am and tags are super wonky, not formatting, and I have a head cold; so giving up the ghost here. If you see it and read it, hope you enjoy it!
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Belula: Siempre Amigas is a "store brand" doll that I'm 99% sure it's made in the same factories as the Aliexpress fakies that we love so much, and she never disappoints me with her awesome designs and copycat looks:
First we have this 4x4 cycle. I don't even remember if Barbie has had something similar. I looks cool and awesome, and it would pair very nicely with the Descendants 3 dolls, which all have clothes that resemble motocross outfits
Then we have these two fashionable gals. I love the jacke and the actual jeans with actual belt. The accesories look fun too.
And this one is... HOLY CARP A MADE TO MOVIE FAKIE.
The elbows look ridiculous, and if she didn't had her elbow bent in the box I would have thought they were fake points of articulation, as I have been fooled before. I'm very tempted to get this one to see how shitty the articulation is compared to Barbie. And to be honest, the clothes and accessories do look fun too.
They even copied the plastic bag! I'm also, like 80% sure that's a Barbie dress, or at least the print.
And a better look of the furry ones. This one is outright "marketed" as a carnival/park mascot. The only thing I "dislike" is that they only made this design instead of going full batshit insane. Still, might buy her, I think she was 199 pesos compared to the 700+ that the reveals go for here.
This one is all kinds of ridiculous and I LOVE her. Kinda want to get that outfit for Abbey.
Also these are not Belula, but I had forgotten to post them here, as the Gods of Fleamarketing has smiled upon me.
ISI! GILDA! GARROT! I'm not really that into G1 girls anymore, but I really couldn't pass them.
Less impresive but still hella cool is the InvisiBilly and Jackson, who is the core dude and is basically complete(It's funny that they put his vest on Billy).
And also a G3 creepover Clawdeen, who was sold to me for basicaly american retail price of 500 pesos (About 25 bucks), when they're being sold here for 700-1200 pesos (35-60 dollars).
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hello! I saw your post about the G5 Hitch toy and as someone whose interest in G5 is only surface deep ATM but wants to know more bc My Little Pony is my special interest I was curious about the different lines of toys that have been released for G5. I have that exact Hitch toy as pictured, minus accessories, that I picked up in a thrift shop as a set with the rest of the ponies from the first movie and while I assumed that that was the standard size pony now I'm curious if there are different lines with different sizes. Apologies if this doesn't make sense as I'm very tired and thank you very much for your time! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
Hi there! MLP is my special interest too, LOL! You found the right person!! But you're in for a long answer, which you are probably prepared for, come to think of it!
tl;dr: There's multiple sizes, and the most common release seems to be the "brushable"/3" size, with the next biggest being the "styling size"/6".
It's tricky to 'officially' categorize the G5 line in general, I think, because it seems like every release is - IDK, maybe I'm just not in tune with the fandom stuff, but it's kinda random!? For starters though, Strawberry Reef is often a very good resource, although I know during the G4 line she fell behind a bit!
It does look like she has (almost) everyone covered so far, to my understanding!
In my mind, I kind of split them up into the "standard" line (the little guys with the jointed legs, the first line was released as the Crystal Adventure line I believe!), which would have been called the 'brushables' in the G4 line, but ... these all have sculpted hair! T_T And then there's some variations, like the Dollar General singles which do have brushable hair (yay!) except for Hitch, but they have no jointed legs. Strawberry Reef calls these "Regular Size 3"" which does imply that they're the 'standard' release.
And then I call the bigger ones (Strawberry Reef's "Large Size 6"") the styling size, because back in G4 days they were called that due to typically coming with a lot of styling/accessorizing type accessories. The little brushables might come with a comb or pet, but the big ones would get comb, clips, elastics, etc. (Not to be confused with the styling heads, of course, which you can see down at the bottom of SR's page!)
I believe (correct me if I'm wrong!) that the "movie set" of the 6" guys came in a big multipack with all of the characters, Mane Five and Sprout, and the way to tell Hitch apart is whether his hair is flocked or not. SR doesn't have him listed yet (so she is a little behind!), but the one I just got at the 99 Cent Store has flocked hair (and more accessories), and Hitch (and Sprout) from the group set from 2021 (as listed on SR's site) do not have flocked hair.
And that's not even getting into the Ponyville/Blind Bag/mini sized ones!! lmao!
ANYWAY, that was a big info-dump, but I hope it helped you and maybe anyone else who is confused! When I say styling size, that's mostly just me using a holdover from the G4 collector terms, since I don't think they call them that now. I think it's just like ... 'Sparkle Adventures'? But then they call the big multipack 'Shining Adventures', so I don't think there's any consistency there yet for collectors to latch onto. But there's several different sizes to find, and there's even GIANT ones, if you scroll down on SR's page! She has lots of fun info! Happy hunting!
#catboynutsack#I'm cracking up at the username btw lmao when you followed me I did a lil doubletake xD
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Game Night
Happy holidays everyone! Here's the Carchelle fic I've promised!
Also shout out to @turtlethebean @nobodyisneurotypicalinthebureau because I was also inspired by their headcanon of Carmen being Filipino-American
Summary: Inspired by the Brooklyn 99 5x10 episode Game Night, Carmen finally introduces Michelle and Sanjay to her family after 6 months or more of being together. However, her family’s old-fashioned ideals clash with her definition of what a family really is.
(Also cross-posted on Ao3: Game Night - celestiamirasol - Criminal Case (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own])
Blood is thicker than water, they say.
“Mooomm, how long till we get there?” Sanjay complains in the backseat, holding an elephant plushie.
“We’re almost there, Sanjay, don’t worry.” Michelle chuckles, pulling Sanjay in for a hug. “Right, my sweet?”
“Right…” Carmen sighs, gaze fixated on the taxi window.
In the now former agent/investigative journalist’s lifetime, she had a lot of experiences, some that even cost her her life. It had been 6 months ever since SOMBRA was defeated, and she was glad that the threat of that criminal organization was no longer looming on her family’s heads. But now, it’s time to face the real challenge…
Introducing her family to her real family.
Once the taxi stopped, they all stepped out as Carmen paid. Even though it was the middle of December, there was still a tinge of a warm breeze as they were in the Philippines. In front of them stood a modernized home, which would already seem fancy based on the standards of the country they’re in, but only Sanjay was the one who seemed fazed.
“Wow…”
“Is this the place?” Michelle asked, looking at Carmen, hand holding a huge metal ring attached to the gate of the house.
“Yep.” Carmen sighed. “Just like I remembered. Just bang that thing.”
Michelle nodded as she did what Carmen said, the sound of metal clacking against its own, like knocking in a louder way. Soon enough, the gate opened, revealing a woman who almost looks like Carmen, only with pin straight hair, hooded Asian eyes and honey-brown skin. Her eyes widened upon seeing Carmen.
“Ate Carmen, oh my god!” The woman hugged her, almost pulling her in.
She didn’t seem to notice Carmen’s companions, so she cleared her throat to break the hug. “Michelle, Sanjay, this is my sister, Carmina. Come on in!”
“But - “ to avoid further questions, the older sister strode past Carmina, and she watched as her other visitors followed suit. Michelle smiled at her, while Sanjay waved.
“Mother.” A frail, older looking woman turned her head to Carmen, and she softly smiled.
“Carmencita, you’re back!” Carmen’s mother responded as she stood up to approach her daughter, and Carmen took her hand and blessed as a greeting. Behind her awkwardly stood Carmina, Michelle and Sanjay, and she gestured for everyone to sit down. “How was traveling the world, my dear? Got any pasalubong for us?”
“Well, I took down a huge criminal organization, stopped various nefarious schemes, and almost died in the process multiple times and shit, but before we went home we were able to get some dollar chocolates I guess.” Carmen pulled out a plastic bag filled with some chocolates and set it down on the table.
Her mother chuckled. “Didn’t I teach you to rinse that foul mouth? But thank you so much for this. Carmina?” She handed the plastic bag to her other daughter and she took it, grabbing a chocolate bar from it.
Michelle leaned over to her girlfriend, as her girlfriend’s son was pouting. “I thought those were for Sanjay?”
“I’ll buy him new ones.”
“So Ate, who are they?” While eating a chocolate bar, Carmina pointed to Michelle and Sanjay.
“Oh yeah.” Carmen nervously smiled and shifted in her seat. “Mother, Carmina, this is my girlfriend, Michelle, and my son, Sanjay.”
“You have a son?!”
“You’re married?!”
The two Martinez women exclaimed at the same time. “Who is the father, Carmencita, and how come you didn’t invite us to your wedding?!”
Carmen furrowed her eyebrows. She knew that they wouldn’t understand. “With all due respect, it’s none of your fuck -“
Before she could continue her sentence, Michelle just simply held her hand. “Carmen’s not married, but Sanjay is her son -“
“Carmencita, you’re not yet married?!” Her mother exclaimed, cutting off Michelle. “Why, that is a sin!”
“What my girlfriend here is trying to say is that Sanjay is adopted, Mother.” she tried not to glare at her own mother, who is still seemingly not getting the hint.
“Even if that child is adopted, you still shouldn’t be raising kids on your own! You clearly must have someone!”
“ANYWAY,” Carmina loudly cleared her throat. “You all must’ve been jet lagged from the flight! Why don’t I show you to the guest room so you could rest?
“Oh, of course! Carmina, show them the guest room!”
Carmina nodded and ushered the three upstairs, helping them with their bags. As Carmen reached for Sanjay’s hand, she then realized that she reacted that way in front of her kid, who just simply stared at her with curiosity and a bit of sadness. “Mom, do they not like me?”
Crap, I shouldn’t have cursed in front of the kid. She just simply squeezed her son’s hand. “Let’s talk about this upstairs, okay?”
Even if Sanjay’s been her son for more than a year, Carmen still feels a bit lost at times about the concept of motherhood. He’s 14, which is why there are times where she treats him like a toddler, and there are times where she treats him like a teenager. And while being a mother mellowed her down a bit, there are times that she forgets that she is one and shows her impulsiveness and hotheadedness to others, but she would never do it to the ones she loves.
The guest room was quite big. There were two beds inside, a walk-in closet and its own bathroom. The walls were painted a nude beige, with the occasional Christmas decor inside.
“I apologize for mom’s comments ate, but you adopted?” Carmina asked as she helped settle their things inside the guest room.
“Yeah, about more than a year ago, after one of my missions.” Carmen pursed her lips, glancing at Sanjay. “He was a street kid who unfortunately fell victim to SOMBRA - which was the criminal organization that we hunted down all across the world by the way - and then yeah I adopted him so that he’d be safer and feel like a real kid his age.”
“So long story short, you took pity on him because he’s from the streets?”
Carmen quickly turned her head to Sanjay, who was thankfully preoccupied with Michelle helping him unpack. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to calm herself down. “I suggest you shut up, Carmina.”
“Hey, I’m not sorry that you decided to become so charitable all of a sudden. But what about Michelle, you two are like, best friends?”
“As I said, she’s my girlfriend. We’re more than best friends.”
“Like ride - or - die type of girl friends?”
“No, we’re lovers, dammit!” Carmen exclaimed, attracting the attention of the other two.
Carmina’s eyes widened. “Ate, we always knew that you were a tomboy, but -“
“Carmina, get the fuck out of our room before I make you.” Carmen whispered. Defeated, Carmina raised her hands and walked out.
“Was she pestering you again?” Michelle approached her girlfriend as Carmen rubbed her temples.
“I just think I need more sleep.”
Once everyone was all settled, they all took a quick nap, with Sanjay in the other bed and Michelle and Carmen sharing the other, cuddling each other. The couple then woke up by around 7 pm, in which the Martinez family had already prepared dinner for them.
“Where’s your son?” Carmen’s mother asked as the two settled down in their seats. “It’s getting late, you should wake him up.’
“And we’re all still jet lagged from the flight, mother. Let him be.” Carmen responded.
After that exchange, they all just simply ate in silence. Finding it awkward, Carmina cleared her throat once again. “Y’know, how about we play Pictionary, just like old times, with dad? I’d even get us some snacks!”
“Oh yes, that seems like a great idea to all commemorate your father, my dear Carmina. Especially since your sister here wasn’t able to attend his funeral.”
Michelle could almost hear her girlfriend’s teeth grinding in anger. She tried to calm her down by placing a hand on her shoulder. “That seems fun.”
“Great! I’ll set up the place.”
As Carmina left to get the things needed, their mother then turned to Michelle. “So, where were you from? How did you and my Carmencita meet each other?”
“I’m half Colombian and half Singaporean, but I grew up in the States.” Michelle smiled at Carmen, trying to reassure her that this night wasn’t going to turn out as bad as she thought. “I uh, originally was an informant for the Bureau until I got hired after a lack of employees after their mole problem, and then Carmen and I got closer while working together, then we simply just fell in love.”
“Oh, so you know who the father is?”
“What?”
“The father of her son!” Carmen’s mother exclaimed. “Carmencita wouldn’t hastily adopt a child without having a husband, right?”
“Mrs. Martinez, with all due respect -”
“Mother - “
“Hey, so this is the easel!” Breaking the tension once again, Carmina came back holding a red children’s easel, which surprised Carmen a bit. “I couldn’t find our old easel, so let’s just use this instead. I even found the old prompts we had! Let’s start?”
The game definitely did help in easing the tension in the family. A few prompts in, everyone forgot the hostility between each other and everything just became friendly fun.
Until Jonah called.
Right beside Carmen, her phone was ringing loudly, with a photo of Jonah and his girlfriend Marina flashing on screen. “Carmencita, who’s that? Are you going to answer that?”
Carmen glanced at the screen and declined the call. “That’s just Jonah. I can call him back later.”
“Is he the father of your son? He almost looks just like him.”
If Carmen was eating or drinking something, she could’ve spit it out by now. “What the fuck, mother? He has a girlfriend!”
“Oh. You’re the other woman?”
“Hell no!”
Carmina placed a comforting hand on Carmen’s shoulder then glanced at Michelle. “Mom, let’s not talk about ate’s homewrecking and cheating habits while we’re playing a family game. We can do more catching up later.”
“‘Catching up?!’ So you’d rather think of me as some kind of mistress and cheater than accepting the fact that I’m gay?!”
“What are you talking about, Carmencita?”
“How about we just focus on the game?”
While the Martinez family was bickering, Michelle fiddled with the piece of paper in her hands. She got the prompt family.
She was mostly an only child, and her parents were never around growing up. Doña Amarga wasn’t a familial figure to her either, since she mostly emotionally abused her and gave her claustrophobia. In fact, the only people that were close enough to family was the Bureau.
Especially Carmen and Sanjay.
Most especially Carmen.
Once Carmina gestured her to continue on with the game, Michelle stood up and took the marker, and drew two women holding hands and a child in the middle.
“Ooh, friends!” Michelle shook her head at Carmen’s mother’s guess and pointed at the women’s hands, her gaze on Carmen. “Friendship!” She shook her head once more and encircled the hands.
“Siblings? Sisters?” Michelle urged Carmina to say the answer.
“Ooh! Tomboys!”
“They’re a family, goddamnit!” Carmen yells at them, currently at her breaking point. She stands up and points at the easel. “They’re clearly holding hands and that kid is their son! Sanjay is my son and Michelle is my girlfriend, like lover girlfriend! Nothing is going on between me and Jonah! God, is that so hard to understand?!”
“...what?”
Carmina sighs. “She’s a tomboy, mom.”
“I am not -”
“Oh, this must just be one of your phases, Carmencita, just like you were young. But you’re 42 now, so please, act like a mature woman and find yourself a husband. Life’s short, and us women are getting older by the minute, no?”
“NO!” Carmen holds Michelle’s hand, frustrated. “This is not a phase, and I know what I want! If you’re going to treat my family this way, then we’re leaving this house tomorrow!”
“Oh yes, leave, just like how you weren’t there at your own father’s funeral.” Carmen’s mother rolled her eyes.
That was the final straw for Carmen. Just like her, her father was also an investigative journalist. They both covered the war in Yemen together… but only Carmen came out alive.
“Don’t you dare bring that up, he died right by my side!” Tears began to flow down her face. “I couldn’t be there, mother! I almost didn’t want to accept the Pulitzer without him. The Bureau immediately took me in for a mission after our coverage of the war in Yemen… you all held dad’s death against me all this time just because I didn’t show up at the funeral, but we also almost died there! You didn’t even bother to ask or contact me the whole time I was traveling all around the world, thinking I was out on some fucking vacation… Well, don’t bother anymore. We’re leaving tomorrow. Michelle, let’s go pack.”
Leaving her sister and mother quiet, Michelle followed Carmen up to their guest room. She immediately went straight to her suitcase, silently crying as she pulled out her clothes and started fixing them up.
“Hey.” Michelle wrapped her arms around her girlfriend. “I’m sorry tonight ended up this way.”
“No, I’m sorry, Michelle. To you and Sanjay.” Carmen wiped her tears off with her hand. “I shouldn’t have brought you here in the first place. I should’ve known that they would treat you guys like this.”
“They’re your family, sweetie, of course you wouldn’t have known. Sometimes, the people closest to us are the ones who we’d least expect to hurt us.”
That same night, they packed up all of their things, including Sanjay’s, who woke up in the middle of the night. But by that time, Carmen was asleep once again, exhausted from how the night transpired.
“Mom, why do we have to leave early tomorrow? I thought we were gonna celebrate Christmas here?” Since Sanjay slept a long while, he wasn’t able to sleep anymore. Because of this, Michelle snuck the both of them down the kitchen to prepare a snack for Sanjay.
“Something came up.” Michelle frowned. “But don’t worry, okay? Carmen and I will both make sure that you’ll be able to experience the Christmas you always wished to have.”
“Michelle, right?”
The two turned to see Carmina in the kitchen, wearing pajamas. Her eyes seemed swollen, like she had been crying as well.
“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll be quick here. Sanjay just got hungry.” Taking an extra biscuit and returning a washed plate to the plate rack, Michelle took Sanjay’s hand and was about to leave.
“No, no, take whatever you want. You’re still our guests here anyways.” Carmina sheepishly smiled. “Listen… on behalf of my mom and I, we’re sorry about what we said… and how we treated you guys. These things are just simply new to mom, and I just had a miscarriage a few months ago…which caused my marriage to fall apart…”
“...I’m sorry.” Things got quiet when Carmina started crying. All Michelle could do was place a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“...When I learned that ate Carmen willingly chose to adopt and raise a child all on her own, I didn’t know what to feel… and how she was able to have a family like this. A family like you.” Carmina sniffled. “I know I should be apologizing to her especially due to all the things we’ve done, but I don’t think we’re ready. We just… need time to process all of this.”
“All of you need time.” Michelle smiled. “We’ll probably be going back to America, but we’ll be back once Carmen is ready.”
“I don’t like how you talked to us and my moms…” Sanjay spoke up. “But if they’re willing to forgive you, then so will I.”
“I understand.” She simply nodded and left the room, wiping her tears.
However, while everything went against Carmen’s favor, that doesn’t mean that it would ruin her celebration of the holidays with her real family.
Under Michelle’s insistence, they transferred to a nearby hotel and stayed in the Philippines for 3 more days before flying back to America. Even when they arrived, Sanjay requested for them to go Christmas shopping in Times Square.
“Remember when we were able to take down SOMBRA?” Michelle asked Carmen, looking at the old crime scene that was now once again filled with a sea of bustling people.
“Let’s talk about something happier for Sanjay, honey.” Carmen smiled, looking down at her son who was eating ice cream. Sanjay smiled back, his mouth messy. She laughed. “Michelle, do you have a tissue?”
Michelle giggled too, grabbing a pack of tissue in her bag in which Carmen used to wipe his face. They then walk back to their apartment, wherein when they reach their door…
“The door’s open…” Carmen’s eyes went wide as she jammed the doorknob and noticed that it was loose. Unfazed, Michelle simply urged her to open it. Once she opened it…
“SURPRISE!” Confetti sprayed at the door, revealing Ingrid, Marina, Jonah, Athena, Jack, Elliot, Lars, and even the triplets at their apartment.
“What…”
Michelle kissed her on the cheek. “Happy holidays, sweetie. Let’s have our own game night.”
All of them brought various game boards and food. As everyone bustled to prepare everything, Carmen turned to Michelle, still shocked. She grinned. “Is this why you wanted to extend our vacation?”
“Yeah.” Michelle chuckled. “I had to at least give everyone leeway to arrive here in New York.”
Carmen grinned as she watched Sanjay play with the triplets. Even if her own family doesn’t accept her for who she really is, at least the Bureau’s here to make her feel that she actually has people who support her wholeheartedly.
“Carmen!” Jonah passed by, carrying a box of beer. “You haven’t been answering my calls!”
“Yeah, sorry, something came up.” Carmen scratched her head. “What is it that you wanted to tell me?”
“Marina and I are getting married!”
Blood may be thicker than water, but the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
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brain dump
What delicious tea we’ve all been given. And welcome back @the-empress-7for leading the charge. I have sooo many thoughts on this mess but that’s all conflicting with summer travel and business, so I’ll consolidate them all here.
First the nits: I don’t know if it’s the result of serialization or his writing style but I’ve found some of his storytelling to be confusing. For instance, the Vogue meltdown:
Her first task, said Meghan, was to demand that the official publication date in Britain be delayed by one day to let publication in the US take the lead. America’s reaction, she was certain, would be more positive than Britain’s.
What US publication? The US Vogues and UK Vogues are separate publications. September issue featured Taylor Swift that year. Did she mean she wanted the UK Vogue to be released before the US? The whole thing is kind of confusing. I have no doubt she tried to meddle but the story is a bit vague and I’d like to understand it more.
Now onto the good stuff:
The narcissism details are just ((CHEF’s KISS)). Imagine you show up at a date’s place and their house is plastered with photos … OF THEMSELVES. The fact that Harry accepted this and didn’t run away just shows how dim he really is. The crazy diva demands as a total nobody. The Tom enabled delusions about her childhood activism.
Related: her manipulation tactics are referenced as well. Love the detail on how she “negged” her interviewer on his stutter. Classic pickup artist tactic that all those incels on Reddit love - basically using these little disses that sound like compliments (“You have such a pretty face, you could model if you were skinny”) to diminish someone’s confidence. She is literally one of those creeps.
The sources are just great. The recounting of the VF interview could have only come from the journalist himself, as did the details about what she said directly into the mike. Tom Bower really did say, I HEARD THE TAPES!
Actually, my biggest question to Tom after all this tea is something I hope he will cover in the book. We all know that she had a pretty well stocked team to make her image for her: Sunshine, lawyers, Kruger Crowne. Yes, it is that easy if you hire the right people. The problem is most actors are broke and don’t get access to those people until the studio is paying for them, after they’ve been cast in some things, to promote their next projects. Rarely is a random unknown just paying out of pocket for them. The million dollar question is: who was paying for all this??
Sunshine reps Serena, JLo, Harvey Weinstein at his Miramax heyday. How the %*}}^€ was a f-list actress on a cable show able to afford them? How was she able to command the resources of an A-list star getting studio level promotions and pitching her to big corporations for campaigns?
Some of it I will chalk up to cleverness. For instance, Kruger Crowne is pretty niche. I don’t think it’s that expensive to get set up with random charities and do a few photo ops, and props to her that she figured out these charity photos and events make her look more famous than she is. The problem is she would’ve probably had to pay for the appearances - her own flights, her own everything. She even admitted that during her UN speech she raided the Suits closet. Which is why no other actors rarely go this route, it’s not very useful unless you’re trying to come up with a paper trail for why you’re a 99 cent Princess Diana.
But hiring a full fledged team like Sunshine and lawyers is still a complete mystery to me. That can’t be explained and that’s some Anna Delvey sh*t. Where did the money come from? Cory? Her dad? I don’t event think her entire acting paycheck, even if she mooched off of Cory for all her living expenses, could pay for those services. And that’s not getting into her “fun” money - the money she needed to go out every night and look cute at Soho house, travel to Italy, whatever.
I don’t believe that she was a yacht girl, btw. I think she was amazing about offloading costs and pulling “I’ll pay you later” and mooching off of men she dates. But I’d love it if Tom dug into her money mysteries of exactly how she funded this lifestyle.
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Photo of a housewife posing with a week's worth of groceries in 1947.
"She spent $12.50 to buy all her groceries except milk to feed her family of six, for a week "
Wow! I only remember these prices:
Mom buying eggs for 50 cents a dozen, 3 cans of tuna for 99 cents, a gallon of milk $1.29, a loaf of bread was 75 cents to a dollar. Sometimes, 2 loaves for a dollar.
McDonald's, you could get a burger, a fry and a drink for 99 cents, $1.20 if it was a cheeseburger 🍔.
Plus I do recall when a postage stamp was 10 cents and I had pen pals I would write to. 📝📬
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hi you are not my therapist or advice giver so you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but i look up to you a lot because of your dedication to fawful!
i have autism (i prefer person-first language sorry ik it's not the universal usage :() too and an incredibly niche/random character has been my special interest for quite a few years now, i dont own merch of her or anything since it's so random and i feel embarrassed about it. i eat up the same few pieces of art every single time,, a 2010 deviantart post where she's in the background? EATING. IT. UP. 😭 how did you let those feelings of shame go (if you ever had them)? idk i don't think it's cringe when other people do it but i just think if any of my friends found out they'd be like wth... i don't really know what i'm trying to say but i guess i wonder if you have any tips on how to make the most of your special interest :) fawful is a cool villain (sorry not insinuating he's evil/bad, just his role in the game) so your interest makes way more sense than mine but you are super dedicated so i think you have some cool guru knowledge about this sorta thing :')
Well, first things first... thank you so much for the kind words!! It's really heartwarming to hear that anyone views me in this manner qwq - I appreciate you telling me bc it really means a lot to me!
But I guess I'd like to say the first piece of advice I have for you is to not see your interest as any lesser than mine or anyone else's just because the character only shows up for a little bit or barely at all. Focus on the joy YOU get from your guy/gal and don't worry about how silly or ridiculous it may appear in the eyes of others.
Another thing I'd say would be to take criticism and people's lack of understanding in stride. I hesitate to say "expect criticism/hate" but at the same time I do think it's a good idea to prepare yourself for it. I think if the idea of receiving negativity from others makes you lose all motivation and confidence in yourself and this character you have feelings for, then it may not be the wisest thing to put it in a public place (like the internet) for the time being.
Having a public presence with this sort of thing isn't for everyone and I think it's perfectly okay and valid when it's not. It doesn't make you or your feelings and less real for it.
PS. regarding the merch: please remember that I caused 99% of the stuff in my room to come into being myself! Fawful doesn't have any official merch outside of a few promotional items with his official render on it from 2009. My entire room is stuff I wanted to have and to see and so I went out there with some dollars in my pocket (and super talented friends, heyooo) & made it happen. (Point being: YOU HAVE THE POWER.) I only haven't added more to it in a while bc I'm broke lmao
Take care, dude. I know I have no idea who you are but feel free to send another anon or DM me privately if I can help you with anything else or if this didn't answer the question enough!
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