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-Life as a single father tended to have its difficulties,
especially given Rafael Barba’s chosen profession and busy lifestyle, but when
he has his son on the weekends, the world stops for that child.
-As an infant, Barba picks out only the most colorful
outfits – each pair of pants having its matching suspender. Barba likes the
middle of the night feedings – the quiet chance to snuggle and hum lullabies
his own mother had used on him feels more intimate than early morning struggles
to get to daycare or evening story time with the city still buzzing around him.
-During the toddler years, Barba spends all of their free
time building conversation skills in Spanish, teaching him new songs, and
playing at the park. He never hesitates to shower his little boy with love and
-Barba takes a vacation day the first day of kindergarten,
helping his son get dressed, making pancakes with Mickey Mouse Ears, and
packing a lunch in the dinosaur lunch box they had selected together. Hand in
hand, they walk to the school down the street. Barba pauses outside of the
door, kneels down, straightens his son’s tie, and hugs him tightly, “I love you, Mijo, and am so proud of you.”
-When his son is sick, Barba layers the blankets on his
couch and makes chicken soup. Barba picks the latest book in the “Series of
Unfortunate Events” to read aloud until his son drifts to sleep.
-Some of Barba’s favorite activities with his son include going to family
friendly plays, park play dates, and cooking together.
-Every chance he gets, Barba tells his child how much he
loves him and how proud he is of him. His biggest fear is his child not knowing
and thinking of him in the same light as Barba thinks of his own father as an
IN WHICH, in a Modern AU, Sasuke successfully convinces Shingen (and by extension, Saizo and Yukimura) to take a cross-country roadtrip to the Mouse World amusement park, because he has never been and has always wanted to, and they stop at a 24 hour diner for waffles, whereupon they acquire a short order cook/waitress, you. SHENANIGANS ENSUE, with additional cameos by ALL the other Samurai as appropriate.
This is the fic that Refused To Be Written. I started on it like a
legitimate year ago, and the device I was writing on got stolen while I was at
the doc’s, and so it just stalled out, but the idea wouldn’t leave, so at some
point I tried to do an outline…and it grew, and grew, and grew. And here we
are. This is not a fic, this is a 5000+
word headcanon in bullet point form. Someday I may actually write it out. That day
is not today.
Disclaimer! I tried to write something I have no experience with! PTSD! So I had to google the information. I’m aware Richter makes a BIG mistake regarding the condition. And if it’s portrayed inaccurately, feel free to tell me. But keep in mind that I’m doing my best,
Request: Can I just get some really really fluffy lesbian Eliza?? I need that in my life honestly. Ant length you want to write is good.
Pairing: Eliza x reader
Warnings: none it’s legit just fluff (I guess warning for kissing just in case though)
Word Count: 1,255
A/N: There’s never enough Eliza fluff out there so here is my contribution… it’s also the longest fic I’ve ever written on here so there’s that
Most couples you knew were spending their long weekend on trips together- either to see something new after weeks of studying or to visit parents. You and Eliza, however, had elected to spend the weekend at home, catching up on all the dates and alone time you’d missed out on over the last few weeks.
You woke up late and content from just the right amount of sleep. Eliza was curled up at your side, head resting on your shoulder. You smiled and turned your head just enough to press a kiss to her forehead.
“Morning ‘liza,” you said softly. She yawned in response, sleepily opening her eyes.
“Morning, Y/N.” Eliza stretched a little, then snuggled up to your side. “We don’t have to get up today,” she whispered, sounding almost giddy with the possibility of a free day.
The covers had slipped away from you both during the night, and you paused to tug them up so they covered you both again. You reached for Eliza’s hand and took it, intertwining your fingers. “We could have breakfast in bed?” you suggested, “There’s eggs and flour and milk- I could make pancakes.”
Eliza sighed happily and shuffled up the bed so she could kiss you. It was languid and slow, nothing like the rushed kisses you’d shared every morning for the last few weeks.
Reluctantly, you let go of her hand and slid out of bed. It wasn’t cold in the apartment, but the bed had been so much warmer, so you grabbed a blanket to wrap around your shoulders as you gathered the ingredients and a couple of plates.
You were just pouring the first bit of mix into the frying pan when you heard Eliza’s footsteps, muffled by the bedroom carpet. A moment later, as you flipped the first pancake, you felt her slip her arms around your waist.
You leaned back into her touch, smiling. She kissed her way down your neck, making you moan a little. She nipped at your ear. “Pancakes, Y/N,” she reminded you.
“Oops-” Luckily it hadn’t burned, but you could tell it had been close. You set it on a plate and got going on the next few. “Can you get the maple syrup and the sugar out?” you asked Eliza as you started to scrape up the next one.
When the last pancake was safely out of the frying pan and you had turned the heat off, Eliza divided the pancakes between the two of you. You grabbed the coffee she had made while you had made the pancakes and followed her back to bed.
“They’re better with maple syrup,” Eliza argued, pushing her pancake into the puddle of syrup on her plate.
“Nope,” you insisted, “better with sugar.”
“Try some!” she said, spearing a bit with her fork. “Open up!”
You laughed, but opened your mouth anyway. She raised her fork and you took the bite. You chewed for a moment. “It’s lovely,” you admitted, “but not as sweet as you-”
Eliza blushed. “Not as sweet are you, you mean.”
You pretended to consider it. “Nope.” You took another bite of your own pancakes, “not even actual sugar is sweeter than you, my cinnamon roll.”
Giggling, Eliza reached over and took a chunk of your pancakes. “We could go out for a walk this afternoon,” she said through her mouthful. “There’s a lake I know-”
You picked her plate up off her lap and slid it on top of yours. “You and I can go-” you suggested as you got up to take them to the kitchen, “we could take a picnic, stay until the night gets dark and watch the stars…”
Eliza flopped back into the bed, gazing at the ceiling as though it were the night sky. “Perfect.”
Once you had both got dressed and packed a picnic for dinner, you popped round the corner and got hot drinks at your favourite coffee shop. Then, when the clock started to tick towards the evening, the two of you hopped into the car that Eliza had got for her eighteenth birthday and drove out into the countryside.
You left the car in a roadside dirt carpark and walked out into the woods. It was quiet but for the occasional birdsong. The two of you held hands and chatted about your plans for the summer.
“Are we here?” you asked as you came out by the lakeside.
Eliza nodded and pointed over to a large oak tree. “We could sit under that,” she suggested and tugged you over. “Did you bring the picnic blanket?”
You spread the blanket out on a patch of grass and, having sat down on it, began to unpack your bags. You were pretty sure you had everything- dinner, blankets, plenty of water, and even a couple of cushions.
No sooner had you unpacked the cushions than Eliza nabbed one and put it on your lap and lay down on it. “Hi,” she smiled up at you.
The sky was getting dusky and the sun had already gone down. You pulled out the sandwiches you’d made, along with some crisps and some grapes. Eliza shifted so she was leaning back against the tree.
When the sandwiches were gone, you shared out the crisps and followed them up with a game of ‘catch the grape’- Eliza was infinitely better at it than you were. “It’s not that hard, Y/N,” she laughed after the fourth grape hit you on the nose.
“Maybe if you would throw it properly-”
She picked up another grape and shuffled a little closer to you. “Open up,” she commanded, and you let your mouth fall open. Eliza leaned in and popped it gently into your mouth. “There.”
You stuck your tongue out at her, but ate the grape anyway. Leaning back against the tree, you noticed that the stars had started to come out. “Eliza!” you said in a hushed voice, “look!”
She leaned back against the tree at your side. You couldn’t have been that far out of the city, but the sky was so much clearer. You spotted a familiar W shape and pointed to it. “There’s Cassiopeia!”
Eliza got up, pulling you with her. The two of you stepped out from underneath the shade of the tree and craned your head back. “Lyra,” Eliza breathed, pointing up at her favourite constellation.
You looked around, hoping to see Orion or the big dipper. Instead, you saw a meteor streak overhead, making both of you gasp. You grabbed Eliza’s hand and kept looking.
“They say you can wish on a shooting star, don’t they?” Eliza asked softly.
“Yes-” you replied as a second one streaked overhead, this time tinged blue.
The air was getting colder. You bent down and picked up a spare blanket from your bag. Carefully, you draped it around Eliza’s shoulders before slipping under it with her. Eliza broke the moment’s silence: “What would you wish for?”
You considered it, then rested your head on her shoulder. “More days like today- more days with you.”
A moment later you felt Eliza’s hand on your cheek, gently lifting your head so she could kiss you. You smiled into it, sliding one hand up to rest on her neck while the other still held her hand.
“Let’s both wish for it,” Eliza whispered as she pulled away. Pulling the blanket tighter, you both watched for the next meteor. It came a moment later.
You squeezed Eliza’s hand, closed your eyes, and wished.
There is so much. It doesn’t look like it here, but imagine all of those in multiples of about 5 or so. It fills up a small plastic storage box.
I’m going to try and list everything there is.
1. Harry Potter potion bottles: Floo Powder (it glows in the dark!), Felix Felicis, Gillyweed, Pumpkin Juice, Wolfsbane Potion, Skele-Gro, Baneberry Potion. Aaaand I just realized I forgot the Butterbeer charm. D:
2. A pile of Oreo cookies.
3. Rings: Chocolates, pancakes, waffles, crepe, ice cream scoops, rainbow cake on a plate, whipped cream dollops in strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate, hot chocolate, candy cane cookies, a chocolate dipped cookie, chocolate chip cookie, flowers, and s'mores.
4. An assortment of pies.
5. Cookies and ice cream scoops.
6. Cupcakes and bacon slice charms.
7. Gummy bear charms, peanut butter and jelly earrings, burger charm, hot dog charm, pizza slices (pepperoni and cheese), s'mores, chocolate chip cookie, corn dog, ice cream cone earrings (chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, chocolate mint chip), bacon strip earrings, cookie post earrings, hot dog earrings, cheeseburger earrings, peach earrings, potato chip earrings, cute fortune cookie earrings, ice cream scoop post earrings (chocolate, strawberry, vanilla), rainbow cake post earrings, and s'mores post earrings.
8. Cookies and milk best friend necklace, taco platter necklace, salad necklace, cookie pendants, banana charm, ice cream cone charms (vanilla, chocolate mint chip, strawberry, cotton candy, and one with a scoop of each flavor), banana earrings, taco earrings, pumpkin pie earrings, bottle of bacon, bottle of bananas, Brownie Brittle earrings, pancake charm, pancake post earrings, waffle charm, potato chip charm, and rainbow cake on a plate charm.
9. Misc. Cute food charms I posted before: cupcakes, rainbow cake, bubble tea, s'mores, roll cakes (vanilla and chocolate) rice ball, cheeseburger, sesame seed ball, donuts, pancake, cookie, peas in a pod, macarons, pizza, crepe, fortune cookie, and chocolate chip cookie.
Plus there are mystery bags available for $5 each!
Animate! Miami starts tomorrow and I will be at Booth # 931.
This goes more into depth on how Tom and Reader found out they were having twins. Part 1Part 2
You were throwing up like a maniac. “Tom, honey, I don’t think I can go to the event.” You said rinsing your mouth out. “It’s okay baby. I understand, you need to rest anyway.” He lead you to the bed, “Do you want to go to the Doctor’s?”
“No, it’ll pass.” You smiled. “Okay, well please call me if you don’t feel any better. I’l see you later babe.” He kissed your cheek and walked out of the house.
Your mind started going to all sorts of assumptions, What if I’m pregnant again?
You pushed that thought out of your head and finished reading your weekly book. You kept thinking about being pregnant and then about your two previous miscarriages and felt yourself beginning to cry. The therapist said it was good to let your emotions out, he said it was normal for those memories to come back and cause you grief.
You wiped away your tears and decided to take your dog out for a walk. You knew that while you and Tom loved dogs, that it would never take the place of the children you lost. You two had talked about surrogates and adoption.
“Can we just drop it.” You said to him. “But y/n, it’s safer and our chances of having a child are greater.” He said following you around with the pamphlet. “I said drop it Tom!” You yelled feeling tears stinging your eyes. “Don’t you think I have researched this stuff? I’ve done it so much that I can’t even think! I want us to have children Tom, I do. But I also want to be the one to bring them into this world!” He ran over to you and hugged you, resting your head on his shoulder.
Your relationship had been rocky and you two fought more often than usual. While you blamed yourself, he blamed himself as well. You had gone to marriage counseling but sometimes it didn’t always work.