Della living in Donald’s house boat in @donaldtheduckdad’s Lost Twin AU tears me up inside. I really wasn’t planning to write anything with school and all (catching up on HW due tomorrow), so take it as a spur of the moment kind of thing.
The searches have ceased. This doesn’t surprise her. There are no signs, no traces of survival or death, and this gives Della some hope. If it’s worth anything.
His house boat is left untouched. For this, she is grateful. Afraid to leave an imprint on anything, she huddles the boys in their stroller. Donald’s always hated that.
She checks the refrigerator. There’s food in there. It’ll go bad if she doesn’t eat or get rid of it, and as she’s tosses an moldy cucumber, expired milk, and Grandma Duck’s preserved figs, she sees them.
At a loss of words she pulls them out and set them on the counter. They’re so simple, so innocent really, and the exact kind she’s needed. She doesn’t even remember asking for them, but Donald has them ready anyways.
A hiccup. And another. A sharp gasp passes through her lips, and she covers her hand with her eyes.
An agitated moan alerts her, and she turns around to see Huey, bundled beside his brothers, starting to cry. Right. It’s after twelve. They haven’t had lunch yet.
“Oh baby, Momma’s sorry,” she coos, and she moves to hold him, knowing his cries are usually the softest but will easily wake his brothers in no time. She thinks quickly and goes to the drawer where the can opener is.
“Don’t worry, Uncle Donald bought us some milk.” She twists the pointed metal onto the can of baby formula, “It’s good and healthy, you know. Especially made with soy, just for you baby.”
“And Uncle Donald bought us bottles.” Shiny, new, and so very clean, they’re different from the store bought kind, and as she mixes the oatmeal baby grains with the formula she wonders where Donald got them, “He’s always been good about that — thinking ahead.”
She shakes the bottle firmly, watching as the grains and formula mix together, and she focuses on Dewey, not on the ghost now haunting the place.
“Momma’s here, Momma’s coming,” she kneels in front him and presses the nipple to his mouth. He latches on tightly. She smiles weakly, “Yeah, Uncle Donald said he’d take care of you.”
He did say that. She is not exaggerating. He said he would, and she believed him.
“Dewey doesn’t like to be held that way,” before she can react, he takes the infant from her arms and rests him on his stomach, using his hands to balance his bottom and back, “now, now, you’re alright, Uncle Donald’s got you.”
Her loudest boy is quiet and content, and she sits in the chair with the other two, stunned speechless.
“He was always better at this kind of stuff,” she feels the tears passing along her cheeks but does not seem to realize she’s crying. A disconnection has occurred, and she raises Huey from his stroller, patting on his back as she gently rocks him.
“I don’t know what to do, Donnie,” she weeps softly, “I don’t know what to do.”
Waves roll with wild abandon underneath her, swallowing her tears.
All the tanks right now! A good friend gave me soooo many plants from his tank, and I love the anubias! Unfortunately most of the others require higher light than I have, but make for good silver dollar food.
Character: Frederick Chilton | Emotion: Angst/Romance | Picture: GIF below
This wasn’t what Frederick had planned for the day.
Not at all, actually. He had planned a picnic. A surprise picnic, on a Saturday, the only day both of you had guaranteed free. It had been planned rather particularly, in fact; he was going to finish the food he’d been up late preparing after his cup of coffee. Afterwards, he would use that picnic basket you had hidden away in the back corner of a hall closet, the one you’d brought back with you after you helped your mother move into the nursing home. You two were going to go to the park, a park you’d mentioned was ‘so very beautiful’ many times in passing. He had already decided which spot this picnic would happen in while walking through that park on his way home from work one day.
Really, he just wanted to do something nice with you: for you. To help you relax, unwind a bit, maybe even smile at him… You’d been so incredibly busy lately, and stressed with work… well to be fair- you both had.
Yet, he’d awoken early this morning, ready to finish compiling everything he’d need for his pleasant little surprise… only to discover the damn joke Mother Nature had decided to play on him.
It was raining. The forecast claimed it would be doing so all day.
Tony’s phone buzzed and he opened the message without checking to see who it was from. Odds were it was from Steve, since they had texted almost every day for close to a month now, and Tony was already smiling, already anxious to read what his favorite blonde had sent.
From Steve–save me from staff meetings that go on for hours
To Steve– pay attention. They probably last for hours because people like you don’t listen and break the rules.
From Steve–I’m an artist, Tony, we don’t have rules –How you doing today? Still feeling okay? Things are alright?
To Steve– Things are fine, Steve. One bad day every once in awhile is not the end of the world.
From Steve– Tony last night you told me you seriously considered trying to parachute off your balcony. And you werent even having a bad day. If that’s you on a normal day, how destructive do you get on the bad ones??
To Steve– I was kind of joking about the parachute thing.
From Steve– Tony. You don’t joke about jumping off your balcony, parachute or not. That’s entirely reckless.
To Steve– sure thing, mother hen. I promise I’m fine. I’d be better if you’d send me a picture of those baby blues though. Keep my mind off of attempting parachuting from unsafe things.
From Steve– I don’t know Tony. I don’t want to have to listen to you complain that I got you kicked out of a meeting because of a picture.
To Steve– are your baby blues going to be that distracting
From Steve– oh did you just want a picture of my eyes? Then no that shouldn’t be distracting at all.
To Steve– wait! I can ask for more than just your eyes? Wait just a second!
From Steve– oooh too slow, Tony. I only had a thirty second break to send something shirtless. Window closed.
To Steve– killing me art professor. Leave your staff meeting and hide out in the bathroom and send me a naughty selfie. It will be like highschool all over again.
From Steve– oh? Your highschool art teachers sent you naughty selfies? Tony you should report that, I don’t think that’s appropriate.
“So many things for me
are unfortunate in the commercialization of something that is special.
It’s like when Led Zeppelin appears in Cadillac commercials. There’s
something that is taken away from your love of this thing and your
connection to it.”
Request: can you do an imagine where justin misses Y/N and be clingy everytime they talk bc he’s on tour and with the help of Scooter and the crew, Y/N surprises justin on tour. love your imagines! <3
So sorry for the wait. Im a terrible writer. But I hope it was worth it.
Lectures - probably one of the most boring and time consuming activity incorporated into my daily week as a university student. The constant blabbing of a professor and failed ability to keep your eyes open only made the hours so much more unbearable.
The female professor currently diverging into a heavy lecture on the topic of economic perspectives was really beginning to become increasingly annoying - not that it wasn’t before - but at this current moment, I had never contemplated throwing a text book at a persons head more then I had now.
“From an economical point of view - the standpoint of where you are on the spectrum of wealth, age, health, income-” If I didn’t focus on something other then her voice soon, I was seriously going to cause a scene.
And that won’t look good on my report card.
If only someone were to come to my rescue and save me of my misery. A.K.A this class.
‘But that’s one thing that I know for sure. I’ll show you….’
The sound had my entire body stifling and eyes widening in cringing shock. All people within a 5 meter radius of me, turning my way with annoyed eyes. The professor at the front shot me a quick glare for interrupting her class, and as I dove for my phone, she continued to speak over the ringing.
I could of sworn I put it on silent before class.
Finally reaching the source, I managed to click the main switch and silence the phone, also setting it to vibrate only. A sigh of relief was blown through my nose, but was quickly drawn back in once seeing the name displayed amongst the screen.
A picture taken by Carl of Justin and I mucking about displayed against the name ‘Justin my baby boy ❤️❤️’.
I almost wanted to tear up at the name but managed to hold back the emotions and shove my phone back into my pocket. It had been months since I’d seen the boy and right now I knew he was in Sydney for the Hillsong conference.
The poor boy had a completely different time zone then me and was probably up real late at whatever time it was, waiting for an hour he knew I’d be free. Though something I had forgotten to mention to him was that they had rescheduled my lecture today.
After a second or two, silence from my phone finally overcame the blurring tone and all that was heard again was the professors voice. I listened intently, jotting down some notes as she spoke before once again, the ringing began.
Though it was nothing but a buzz this time, the sound was still audible throughout lecture hall, and once again, all attention was drawn back on me.
My first instinct at this moment being to just act like I couldn’t hear it and continue on with my work was a complete fail when the professor stopped and directed her eyes towards me, a scowl of disapproval present.
The professed folded her arms in clear annoyance, “Is there an emergency Miss L/N or are you deliberate trying to distract my class?” She called out in an annoyed tone.
Was she serious? It wasn’t like I was calling myself! I can’t control whoever was on the other line - that person more then likely being Justin.
“No professor,” I vigorously shook my head. “It’s just that my bo-”
“Phone.” She suddenly interrupted, drawing out an arm with grabby fingers. At her request I froze with a frown.
“What?” I questioned.
“Phone Miss L/N!” She called out. I would be lying If I said this woman didn’t scare me, and with a huff - not wanting to annoy the woman further - I slid my phone from my pocket and stood up.
I began my descent down the isle, feeling all eyes of many students following my figure with either a humoured, thankful or annoyed glare. Soon I was stood directly in front of the frightening woman, watching as she motioned me to place it in her hand.
And with a sigh, and a glance down at my boyfriends name, I sadly obliged.
My shoulders slumped as I watched her draw away back over to her desk, and began walking back to my seat with a sad aura. Friends from around all glanced back with sorry eyes and with one last huff, I slumped back in my seat.
The professor on the other hand was glancing down at the phone, obviously ready to roast the shit out of me. All professor’s were the same. They all knew who my boyfriend was and loved to have a go at me. Maybe they felt satisfaction in having power over a popstar’s girlfriend.
“’Justin my baby boy, love heart, love heart.’” She read out the contact name for the class to hear. Many chuckled at her announcement all except me, who slumped back in the chair with red cheeks. “I’m guessing this is Mr Bieber.”
Lord kill me now.
“I didn’t know you were so kinky Miss L/N.” She smirked. Was this even permitted? Though once again, the class laughed and I remained silent.
Suddenly, a ping was heard throughout the room, and the professor’s smirk grew as she looked down at my phone. “Justin wants you to call him as soon as you get this message. Or, and I quote ‘Baby girl please call me when you get this I miss you’re touch, sad face’.”
Why was she doing this?! Oh lord I feel so embarrassed.
Then another message rolled in, and as the professor smirked, scanning her eyes over the message, she suddenly paled over and it hadn’t taken me less then a minute to realise what had happened.
Justin tended to talk dirty when I didn’t pick up, it was a method he had which was to make me flush enough to the point where I got mad and called him back to verbally abuse him, which usually lead to a normal conversation.
“Uh, Y-You can take you’re phone back Y/N.” The professor suddenly stuttered. “You can call you’re boyfriend outside.” She announced, until she suddenly perked up, the professional manner once again taking over. “But you only have 5 minutes.”
With an exasperated nod, I made my way down the aisle, grabbing aholf of my phone and was out the door dialling the boys number.
The call hadn’t even made it through the first full dial before Justin’s voice was heard through the other side, his voice urgent and excited.
“Hey baby girl! God I missed you, What are you doing? Wait- don’t answer that you’re probably studying as usual. How are you?” The way the boy raced through his words had my heart swelling in adoration, it really showed how much he missed me.
With a chuckle, I glanced around at the few students bustling through the halls before sighing. “Slow down baby, I’m good. What about you?”
“I’m great! The Hillsong is really fun. But’s it’s kinda boring without you.” He muttered.
Awe my poor baby. “Yeah, I’ve seen some photo’s. You’ve actually been stopping to take some pictures with fans. It look’s fun. But don’t think too much about me, don’t let me spoil you’re fun.”
“I miss you.” He suddenly blurted and I chuckled heartily at the way he felt the need to tell me.
“Me too baby.”
“I wish you were here.” He sighed quietly. “How’s Uni?”
“I-It’s good.” I stuttered. “I’m actually in lecture hall right now.”
Justin’s voice ceased for a minute, before he suddenly spoke up with a shocked and apologetic tone, frantically spluttering words in urgency.” Oh shit! Are you getting lectured? Did I interrupt you? Shit baby I’m sorry. I didn’t kn-”
“Relax Jay.” I giggled. “It’s fine. I mean my professor publicly humiliated me but It backfired in her face when you started sending messages, and I got to leave the class for a bit. Win win, right?”
“Backfired in you’re professors face?” He questioned.
I sighed. “It’s a long story, I’ll facetime you later.”
“Facetime.” He muttered to himself. “I wish you were here to tell me instead.”
The way he spoke always made me feel so bad. I was the one who rejected his offer to go on tour with him but school came first, he always told me to never quit it considering he regret dropping out himself.
“I’m sorry baby.” I frowned, furrowing my eyebrows. But Justin’s voice once again came back with urgency.
“No it’s not you’re fault! I just miss you is all.”
“I know.” Then it was silent for a second before I decided to speak up. “What time is it over there?”
A few shuffling sounds were heard, as well as justin breathing an “Um.” before he spoke. “It’s 3:30.”
“In the afternoon?”
“In the morning.” He corrected.
I gasped. “Justin baby, you need to sleep!”
Though I could just picture Justin shaking his head. “I don’t need sleep, I need to hear you’re voice.”
His words, so charming, he knew just how to make a woman feel special, but overall I sighed. “Baby you have to be up early tomorrow and I’m sure Scooter will kill me if he knows I kept you up.”
“Scooters awake too.” Justin announced and I sighed muttering a ‘smartass’ under my breath.
“Well I gotta get back to my class anyways. At least before my professor eats me.” I muttered.
“Hey!” he growled. “Only I get to eat you.”
My cheeks heated at the sexual joke he pulled, sighing as i heard him chuckle through the line. “You are disgusting.” I whispered. “Alright, I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Okay.” He frowned.
And as I went to pull the phone from my face, he suddenly called. “Wait!”
“I love you.” He cheesed and I chuckled.
“Love you too babe.”
And then the line went dead. I felt bad for the boy, he’s been so clingy lately and I knew that was just a result of the distance and the lack of time we’d had to spend together. Now time for one more quick call.
With a few clicks of a button and a number of dials, the person finally picked up.
“Hello?” The raspy voice questioned.
“Scooter!” I exclaimed. “Hey, I need you’re help…”
The smiles of people from around were really beginning to get to me, a smile of my own plastered across my face. The way people where really respecting me here made me feel welcomed, they gave me space and most kept their phones away.
I waved at the girls currently calling my name, grateful that they ceased to take their phones out. They smiled, approaching me with an intent to converse and not take pictures, God I was enjoying this.
But I wish Y/N was here.
“Oh my gosh, hi.” A blonde smiled in a cute australian accent.
(A/N: Ew. I hate it. But Justin likes them so…. *sassily flicks hair over shoulder*)
“Were so excited you’re here.” She exclaims, motioning to the brunnette besides her who began vigorously shaking her head in agreement.
“Are you enjoying hillsong?” The brunnette asked.
I nodded, smiling down at the two, they looked young, but not child-like. Mature, maybe 16, no less then 15.
“I’m loving it. I love being able to exclaim what I believe, ya know?” I smiled to which the girls nodded.
“Yeah, I come every year, It’s a fun way to preach.” The blonde said.
“It is, isn’t it?” I agreed. “Yeah my friend Carl is a pastor and we came together, I just feel li-”
“Justin!” A voice suddenly exclaimed, interrupting me of my sentence, and I spun on my heels to spot scooter motioning me over. With a nod, I held a hand out to the two in front of me, a pout on their faces as I announced “One second girls.” But they nonetheless nodded.
“Yeah?” I questioned as I approached the man.
“Was I interrupting something?” He questioned.
With a glance back at the eager girls still eyeing me with patient eyes, I nodded. “A little.”
“Well in that case I should just leave.” This time, the voice came from somewhere behind the bulky man in front of me, this one being a familiar rasp of femininity who I had yet to hear in person for months.
My eyes widened, heart sinking but also speeding up momentarily. I felt mixed, emotions wise - happy, confused, joyful. She was here, really here. My baby girl.
“Y/N?!” I questioned with a hopeful mindset, some sort of doubt that it just might not have been her building within, but as I spot a petite body emerging from behind, that doubt withered into a joyous reunion.
“Baby!” I exclaimed, running forward. Catching Y/N In my arms, I lifted her and began twirling my baby girl around. She laughed, clutching into me for dear life when I finally settled her down.
“Are you really here?!”
At the words, she chuckled, reaching both arms to link behind my neck. “Yeah baby I’m here.” She clarified.
The smile on her face left me trailing my eyes over her lips, a tugging urge to lean forward and place mine against her’s was overpowering, and in a matter of seconds I found myself doing just that.
She wasted no time in returning the gesture, no surprise evident on her small being as she intensified the kiss. People around watched on with smiles, some with their phones out recording the scene before them but for once, I didn’t mind.
I wanted to remember this moment for the rest of my life. I had never missed her as much as I had now and now she was finally back in my arms. Slowly, we finally began pulling away with red cheeks, a slight blue tinge also from the lack of oxygen.
God, I missed those lips.
“Fuck I missed you.” I sighed, leaning my forehead against her own.
“I missed you too.” She whispered.
“But I mean, what about school?” I frowned.
Y/N only shrugged. “They can wait on me for a while. Besides, this is so much better then daily lectures.”
I chuckled, closing the space between us. I intertwined our lips once again, moving the flesh in sync with each others. Pins and needles shot up between the space she touched, the girl had me numb with her fingers yet I loved the feeling, just like I loved her. “ So much better.” I agreed.
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