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Landslide

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A/N: As told from Sebastian’s point of view. On the way to the airport he finds out that he’s going to be Dad.

What’s wrong?“ Sal asked. His eyes gazing at me as I looked out of the tinted window into the breezy New York night.

I shook my head. “Nothing, I just hate leaving her like this, I know it can’t be easy with me always on the go.”

“She knows what she’s signed up for being with you.”

“Yeah, I know, we’ve had that talk many times.”

“This morning I was happily having breakfast with Crissie and now I’m here with you flying out to Ireland. I know it can be erratic at times.”

I furrowed my brows. “At times? Sal it’s always like this.”

“That’s because your a hot commodity, Sebastian. It’s the nature of the business you know that.”

“How is Cristine? After the old man’s…” I trailed off.

“She’s dealing like most, she doesn’t say it, but I know she misses him like crazy.”

“I’m sorry, Sal. I know this can’t be easy for you either”

He waved it off. “That’s life, we all have to leave at some point.”

We looked at each other and then I returned my gaze to the bridge we were currently crossing. I reached into my bag blindly trying to find my headphones when a shirt of some sort snagged on the cord.

Sal looks over, “what the fuck is that?”

I glanced at him then back at the tiny pink fabric with daddy’s girl embroided on the front with a baby duck. I pulled it out completely and another tiny fabric comes out this one blue with the embroidery of a brown teddy stitched in the front.

We were both silent me more from shock, staring at the shirts resting on my knee.

“Holy fuck, man. Congratulations.” Sal says breaking the silence.

“I can’t go to Ireland.” I managed to say as the adrenaline filled my veins.

I rushed into the bedroom the onesies clutched tightly in my palm.

“Sebastian.” She gasped. “W-what are you doing here? You’re going to miss your flight.”

I ignored her question, holding up the onesies. “I’m going to be a Dad?” She nodded her eyes filling with tears. “Twins, we are having twins?”

“What? Oh my God! No, yes, maybe, I don’t know. It could be a boy or girl.“

I kissed her deeply. “I’m going to be a Dad?”

“Yes, Sebs, yes you are.”

“The cold you had. It really wasn’t a cold?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Morning, afternoon, middle of the night sickness. It hasn’t been fun.”

“For how long?”

“Babe your flight.”

“Dollface, fuck my flight. When did you find out?”

I sensed her hesitation. “I found out a week before I saw you on location.”

I calculated the time in my head. “It’s been over a month. You kept this from me this entire time.”

“Please.“ She begged. "Don’t be upset. I didn’t know how to tell you, I was scared, I still am. I wasn’t sure if this is what you wanted at this stage in your career and I—“

“Stop.” I interrupted. “You weren’t sure if I wanted this?” I placed my palm under her shirt. “This, this is us, we have created something beautiful, how could I not want this?”

She shrugged. “We didn’t plan this. Was this how you imagined it would happen?”

“Doll life isn’t perfect and you’re right this wasn’t planned, but I’ll be damned if my child grows up to thinks he or she was an accident.”

She dashes into the bathroom and I followed after her. I found her head in the bowl retching. I stared at her with both awe and excitement.

She lifts her head and rests it on her arm. “I’m scared.”

I sit on the floor behind her and she rests her head on my shoulder, my palms on her belly. I kissed her hair then whispered in ear. “Don’t be. You are not alone in this and don’t you think for one second that I am putting my career before this family.”

“Sebastian.” She whispered as the tears streamed down her cheeks and hit my arm.

“I love you, Dollface and our baby, babies.”

She laughed.

anonymous asked:

what about that one chef alien from the mall and hunk as a couple I REMEMBER BEING INTO THAT AS A SHIP FOR SOME REASON AND I'VE SEEN 0 CONTENT ABOUT IT

  • ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SAL???!!!!!!!
  • CUZ YES RAREPAIR HELL
  • Hunsal is totally my ship now
  • Imagine Sal closing down his store after meeting the ledgendary cook Hunk
  • He vows to find him again one day and train under him to be a true master chef
  • And when he does find Hunk, he asks to help around the castle, cooking food
  • And yes maybe they steal glaces at each other
  • but no definitive things
  • Until Hunk ends up a risky mission
  • And Sal ends up confessing
  • And they kiss maybe and have this angsty dinner before Hunk leaves
  • how did you drag me into this rarepair

-mod lance

anonymous asked:

Would you ever want someone to make one or more of your works into an audio book (if they haven't already)? If so, where would you hope that they would start?

Several people have started podfics, though I don’t think anyone’s finished (I am entirely unsurprised, it’s such a huge undertaking). As for where I’d hope they’d start, as absurd as it may sound, I’d kind of want them to start where they’d most want to start - the story they liked best, regardless of where it fell in the continuity.

And that’s partly because it is a huge undertaking. And partly because I’m pretty sure the Faedom will be happy with an audiobook no matter where it comes into the continuity, lol. Maybe not everyone, but I’d say most of us, lol. I know that’s probably not very helpful, but even I don’t know what the best order for Fae Tales should be (whoops), and everyone enjoys the different fanfics differently. 

It’d be awesome though. I’ve thought about it myself, I actually downloaded some software and priced up microphones and then was like ‘if I actually do this, I will no longer have time to write chapters anymore’ and had to make a call (though one day I might do some of the short stories). I don’t listen to audiobooks a ton, but I love accessibility, and there are some people who prefer them regardless. So yeah, completely awesome. :D

anonymous asked:

Y'all got me into HunSal and I ship it oh boi what have you guys done to me?

  • well someone threw it in my face too so I know the experience but we are in this together, HunSal anon.
  • Imagine a Chef Sal with Food Inspector Hunk. And they don’t start off well but after learning their pursuits for the art of cooking is on the same wavelength, they hit it off.
  • Or AU where Sal is the owner who doesn’t really do well and then he hires this newbie chef who he thinks will ruin him but no one wants to work for him around this time so what the hell? And then Hunk just sweeps Sal off his feet.
  • Or an AU where Hunk is the one captured by the Galra and he ends up in a hign-end luncheon slave crew for a higher ups and Sal is his Galra supervisor.
  • feed me some hunsal

-mod lance

anonymous asked:

Maybe some useful advice for mod Sal, maybe...I'm not really good adviser tbh t-t; I've been in this situation where I'm not certain what to do many times, and what i learned is to always give some time to things and thoughts to settle down. Make a break from blog, and see what happens -- maybe you find true answers on your questions. Maybe you'll realize you don't want to return; but, maybe, you'll realize you'd like to be here. So...take a really big pause and observe how you feel about it :)

This is actually really good advise! Thank you Anon very much.

With that said, I’m going to kick myself off and I’ll see how I feel… hm mm maybe in a week? Month?

And if this is my last post, I just wanna say you’re all really great. Stay kind and strong.

-Mod Sal

sal-si-puedes  asked:

##9, 15, 23 and 41?

Finally staggering into answering these–thank you, Aqua, you’re so festive. (from this)

9. What is the longest fic you’ve read?

Oh man. Aqua, you might actually remember this one: Civil War, by sushi, which is an old Snape/Harry fic series from back in the day. I think it was stretching out toward like 400k, 600k, something preposterous by that toward the end. I don’t even know if it ever got over. In the last half-dozen years or so of fic reading, though, I find myself actively avoiding very long fics–more than 150k words and I suspect that the author is being more redundant and navel-gazey and whatnot than actually earning the length, if you see what I mean.

15. Do you mind when characters cry?

Nooo–not really, but that’s with a caveat: I want the writer to earn the tears. If the characters are just So In Love And Angsting About it, Oh No, and then burst into tears because they just love each other sooo much–pft. No, that’s silly. But if it’s a decent reason–and different characters will have all sorts of different reasons–then no, of course not. It comes down to characterization, like almost everything does. Often, when fanauthors are writing romances between characters, they start writing a ‘traditional’ romance with romantic walks in the park and marriage and tears–not paying much attention to whether those things are something these characters would actually do. That bugs me.

23. Biggest turn-offs in fic?

Haha–well, the two things above. Massively OOC stuff makes me roll my eyes–even in porny circumstances, I find myself going really? and am taken out of the scene. I guess my biggest one would be… hm. Well, for a purely stomach-turning-over squick moment it’s prolapsing (ack, just writing the word, ack), but in a larger sense, the kind of thing that makes me just X out of the fic, it would be… when the characters are written without empathy on the part of the writer. That’s–a little vague, I know. But like–to use SPN as an example–if someone is writing a s9 fic, and they just hate that Dean did the whole Gadreel thing, and they write Dean as a terrible evil villain who just abuses poor sainted Sam…! I hate that. As the writer, you need to be able to empathize with all of the characters–even the villain. Otherwise, the character comes off as flat and stupid, and the story unravels. (From a lit!fic POV, at least.) Really pisses me off.

41. Favorite fluffy tropes?

I just love domesticity. Like–a lot. Not necessarily marriage (see above re: believability of characters actually engaging in that kind of thing), but more just–the humdrum details of cooking and cleaning, laying lazily in bed, doing chores, going to the grocery store, watching TV before falling asleep. The kind of stuff that isn’t (and shouldn’t) be in the TV show/movie, because it’s a waste of narrative time–but in fic we can indulge in that sort of thing. –Though, even so, more than about 5k of pure fluff and I start to get an itch for an actual narrative. Brief fluff I’m all for.

sal-reblogs  asked:

[P2] Saitama at first wasnt to into it (he suggested the game in the first place, but it was just supposed to be casual) but Genos kept finding all of the damn cars before him. So when Saitama /finally/ finds one of the cars, he does not hold back (i mean, he does, because other wise genos and the whole world would be dead, but you get the idea (hopefully)) He punches Gen so quickly and with a little to much force, he breaks the poor borg (but in sai's defense, Gen was hogging all the buggys XD

D O  N O T  B R E A K  T H E  B O R G //////////////////////

PLAY EXTREMELY SOFT AND GENTLE TAP BUGGY INSTEAD AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH \

(Saitama just….picking up the broken pieces he punched off Genos, apologizing to him, and then they head home while he hangs his head in guilt…… Genos will be headed to Kuseno’s the very next day…….\)