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I love Trucy so much but I’m just thinking about her and Phoenix’s first couple of months living together
Trucy moves so silently (“she’s like… the twins from that scary movie”), so Phoenix either has his eye on her constantly so she won’t get into trouble (or hurt herself) or
“Hello Daddy.”
SHIT— has to restraint himself from flinging what he’s holding into the nearest wall, “o-oh! Hey Trucy!”
Staring at him with her All Seeing Eyes, “do you want to see something cool.”
Oh— oh god please don’t let it be a body. Do we have mice? Did she catch a mouse??? “Oh, yeah, sure thing kiddo.”
Tenderly takes him by the hand and pulls him into her room, “I organized all my socks by color.”
“…oh. Wow. Cool!”
“I also organized all my construction paper by color but that seemed less important at the time”
“Uh-…huh”
AND AN ASIDE I THINK ITS VERY IMPORTANT that Phoenix takes EVERYTHING IN STRIDE, like yessss king, water off a ducks back, this is your child now
#it’s different from Pearl I think#Pearl had to learn how to trust him as someone who never had a father figure in her life#but got to know him through Maya first#and always had at least One Layer of family between them#until she considered him to be family anyway#Trucy didn’t really get that buffer#and she also has the whole thing of like#‘oh my dad’s job is literally to disappear but he always comes back so o’#and I wonder if that was ever…confusing for her#or not confusing but#I don’t know#but anyway. how can this girl who already lost her father make *sure* that she does *absolutely everything right*#so she doesn’t lose this one here#haha! light comedy post!#ace attorney#phoenix wright#trucy wright#phoenix and trucy#AND WHEN#I ASK YOU WHEN#WHEN DID PHOENIX STOP SEEING TRUCY AS A CHILD THAT NEEDED HIS HELP#NEEDED HIS LOVE AND CARE#AND START GENUINELY SEEING HER AS HIS DAUGHTER#WHEN DID SHE CHANGE FROM CALLING HIM ‘DAD�� TO MEANING IT#okay i’m done now
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My Girl [Chapter 10][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]
Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife?
Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]
WC: 2.2K
Warning: Age gap, cursing, light smut
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“Not again,” Rebecca groaned as she approached your desk, the lavish bouquet teeming with roses perched precariously on the edge. You scooted it inward to safety and looked up at her with a grin.
“Sorry.”
“You so aren’t,” she said, stooping and smelling a bulb. “I think Harris has a literal Netflix and Chill night planned for us. How lucky am I?”
“You are lucky,” you said, swinging around in your swivel desk chair to face her. “He loves you. That’s lucky.”
“Safe to assume things are going well with pilot dad?” she asked and you chuckled. “I would say so, based on how beautiful these flowers are.”
You had always prescribed to the rule that you shouldn’t complain about significant others to friends or worse, family. Because then all they would ever be able to see would be the negatives. It was much easier to forgive your own partner than your friend’s or family’s partners.
So you simply nodded.
“He’s great,” you smiled. “And I love Ellie. Like truly obsessed with her. I know I said I was afraid of kids but she’s barely even a kid. She’s just this sparkly little person who always gets excited to see me. Like a dog come to life.”
Rebecca laughed. “So you’ve yet to see a tantrum?”
“Not yet.”
She stood up and straightened her skirt. “Oh, sweetheart, just you wait. They’re cute, until they’re not.”
You grimaced. “Not eagerly awaiting that.”
“So what are your Valentine’s plans?”
You shrugged. “Jake just said he’s picking me up at six and to wear a dress. That’s it.”
Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Curious. OK, I expect the full details on Monday.”
“I promise,” you said, crossing over your heart and you could hear her warm laugh as she sauntered down the hallway.
You smirked but as Rebecca’s long legs disappeared around the corner, she was replaced by Patrick’s hulking presence. You sucked in an involuntary breath, anticipation tight across every pore. He shot you an unreadable look before hooking right into a conference room. You let your breath out in a shudder.
It had been nearly a month since your face-to-face with Patrick. So far there had been no repercussions, no discussions with HR, no threatening emails, no taking you off of accounts. Somehow it had been swept under the rug.
Perhaps it had been, for him.
In your head, you were plotting revenge.
***
The doorbell rang exactly at six. You ran your hands down the sides of your pink dress, smoothing the tight fabric that fell from the off-the-shoulder sleeves down to your knees, the slit in the back letting air travel up mid-thigh. For some reason, you felt nervous. Your feet shook a little in the tall silver Louboutins.
Immediately, Ellie’s voice filled the hallway as you pulled open the door.
“Wow!” she said, awestruck, her tiny mouth open in a perfect “O” shape as she looked up at your dress. “You’re so pretty.”
You chuckled and bent down, pulling her into a hug, her fingers finding traction on your neck beneath your curled hair. “Hi peanut,” you said, standing up and taking in her sweet outfit: a small red dress with a pair of matching glittery shoes, a bow in her hair that was slightly crooked. You reached out immediately and set it straight, finally looking up to see Jake lingering behind Ellie with a grin spread across his handsome face.
He was wearing a navy shirt tucked into a pair of navy dress pants, a dark green crocodile belt slung around his narrow waist. You leaned over Ellie and pressed your lips to his cheek.
“Hey there,” you whispered.
“You look amazing,” he said softly. Ellie bounced at his heels. “Ready to go?”
You nodded, grabbing your purse and a wrap from the stair banister before following them out the door.
Jake had somehow found a fondue restaurant on the beach. Ellie was having the time of her life dipping bread and carrots into the melted cheese, and when dessert came around Jake let her choose two different sauces until she had both milk chocolate and white chocolate peanut butter remnants smeared across her face.
You held her in your lap once she had gorged herself on the chocolate dips, her eyelids already growing heavy. In the distance, the waves crashed onto the shore, a constant drumbeat that threatened to lull you to sleep, too.
Jake smiled at you over the table as you lifted a glass of wine to your lips. “Thank you,” he whispered. Sometimes it was hard to reckon with the fact that he was so insanely attractive. Even the smallest thing, like when he would smile at a waiter or the nimble flick of his wrist as he signed a check, underscored how gorgeous he was. Every time he looked at you was like a pinch me moment. The fact that he was yours. The fact that he had chosen you.
“For what?”
Jake’s eyes trailed down to Ellie, who had her head tipped back against your chest. She was either asleep or close to it. “I’m sure this isn’t the Valentine’s Day you had dreamt of,” he murmured.
You reached out one hand to grab his on the table, intertwining your fingers. “It’s perfect.”
A softness overtook Jake’s face. “I love you,” he said and it was so natural rolling off of his lips. But one look into his clear green eyes and you knew he meant it. He meant it with every cell in his body and every breath in his lungs. He was your heart, now. You were tied to him.
Back at the house, Jake carried Ellie gingerly from the car inside, putting her to bed after changing her out of her little red dress. There was a new stuffed walrus on her bed and you smiled as she rolled over in her groggy state, pulling the plush toy into her arms and falling fast asleep.
You followed Jake downstairs, where he pulled out a small bluetooth speaker, hitting play and instantly the quiet, dulcet tones of Frank Sinatra filled the living room. “Dance with me,” he said, holding out one hand.
Jake wound one arm around you, the other hand holding yours tightly between your chests as you swayed in a small circle. You laid your head on Jake’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. When you pulled back, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours and the world stopped turning on its axis for a moment.
There, in his living room, with Ellie sleeping gently upstairs and The Way You Look Tonight cooing into the evening air, you felt it. The way your world shifted, if just for a moment. Letting Jake in.
It was like up until that moment you had been filling a single journal page, and suddenly, Jake’s lips dancing across yours had flipped the page and you were starting anew. And there was nothing there but Jake. Just Jake. Lines and lines of descriptors for how his hands felt against your waist and the heat of his skin on yours and the dreamy way he looked into your eyes and you knew that you could trust him with your life.
Your life had split in two. Before Jake and after Jake.
There was no going back.
“I love you,” he murmured into your hair, your fingers curling around the hair at the nape of his neck. “God, I love you. Watching you with Ellie tonight. How did I ever find someone so perfect?”
He pulled back, running one finger over your cheek.
“You’re it for me, Natalie,” he whispered. “I didn’t think I would find it again, but I did. And thank God it’s with you. I am so ridiculously lucky that it’s you.”
“Find what?” you asked quietly.
Jake’s green eyes softened. “True love.”
And then he leaned back down and pressed his lips against yours, gathering you into his arms, carrying you effortlessly upstairs and laying you down on the bed. The heat of Jake’s lips traveled across your neck and down your chest. He lingered for a moment on your lower stomach, like he would if you were pregnant. You could almost hear the thoughts clicking around in his mind. He wanted another kid. He was an amazing dad, you had no doubt that he would be the perfect guy to have a baby with. But before you could get too in your head, Jake’s lips dipped lower, his teeth nipping softly at the plush skin of your inner thighs before he pushed aside your silk thong, running his tongue across your wet folds, forcing a sigh out of your mouth as he took one hand and pressed your hips back into the bed.
“Let me make you feel good, baby,” he murmured against your heat. “Let me worship this body.”
And you let him.
Let him bring you to orgasm on his tongue, let him run his hands all along your trembling body, let him hold your hips so tight you were worried you might bruise as he slowly slid his cock inside of you as you clenched down on his massive length. Let him fuck into you while you buried your sobs of pleasure into the silk pillowcase, let him flip you around until you were on your knees and Jake had your back pressed against his chest, his mouth filling your ear with soft praises. Telling you how much he loved you. That you were made for him. That he never as long as he lived wanted to put his cock in any other woman, that you were it for him. You were the appetizer and the main course and the dessert. That no one else could compare to the way you felt around him.
You let him spill inside of you, his grunts heavenly in your ear, his hands gripping your breasts tightly, his chin falling to your shoulder.
And afterward, you let him pull you in close beneath the covers, run one hand across your side before landing on your neck. He pressed his lips to his favorite spot beneath your left ear and you wondered if the white-hot heat of his kiss would leave a mark. It felt like it was tattooed on your skin.
“Natalie?” he whispered as you started to drift off to sleep.
“Hmm?”
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
In the morning, you rolled over to an empty bed. The smell of pancakes wafted through your nostrils and you pulled yourself out of bed and down the stairs to find Jake and Ellie standing at the stove. He had her in his arms as she sprinkled chocolate chips into the pancake rounds as they cooked on the griddle. She laughed as her fist opened and a shower of chocolate dropped into the middle pancake and Jake shook his head.
“That’s way too much!”
“No, daddy,” she said as he put her down. “It’s perfect.”
“Good morning.” They both turned around with smiles and you stepped forward, accepting the coffee mug Jake offered.
“Ellie, sweetie, why don’t you go get Nat’s present?”
Ellie skipped off and you raised an eyebrow. “Present?”
Jake simply smirked and turned back to the pancakes in the pan. Ellie returned a moment later, holding out a small rectangular present wrapped in silver foil. She took a seat at the island counter and you slid a finger under the wrapping paper, revealing a sleek Ray Bans box.
“Now we match!” Ellie said, and you watched her slip on her tiny aviator sunglasses. You laughed, turning around to look at Jake only to find him also wearing a pair of matching glasses. You were laughing so hard you had to physically put your hands on your thighs to take a deep breath, coming to standing after a good twenty seconds and slipping the glasses on over your eyes.
“I love them,” you said. “Thank you both.”
“Ellie picked them,” Jake said, shoving the sunglasses back up on the top of his head and plating the pancakes. “Said she wanted everyone in the family to have them.”
Ellie grinned from her place at the kitchen island, and you watched Jake’s smile widen as your mouth dropped open.
Family.
They were your family now.
You looked around. The casual way that Jake slid two pancakes onto your plate next to Ellie. The soft smile he gave you as you hooked the sunglasses onto the collar of your sleep shirt. How Ellie washed her tiny, sticky hands in the sink using the stool that Jake had bought and helped her paint pink with daisies on it that lived permanently next to the sink so she could always reach the faucet.
You had walked into a family. You had known that all along. But the fact that they wanted you made your heart swell. Watching Jake whisper into Ellie’s ear and tickle her beneath her thin arms, her laughter filling the sun drenched kitchen, suddenly made everything fall into place.
He was the man you had always been searching for. And here he was, on a silver platter.
Were you ready?
A/N: A fluffy chapter as requested! We will start to get some conflict in the next chapter. This one is short, because I wanted to get it out and soothe some souls from last chapter!
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being zuko’s s/o would include hcs?
BEING ZUKO’S S/O [GENDER NEUTRAL!READER]
BEING KORRA’S S/O | BEING SOKKA’S S/O
SUMMARY: being zuko’s s/o from the confession to the weddin’ [say this but make it rhyme the way those singers do ya know]
WORD COUNT: 2.5k
WARNINGS: kissing, very mildly implied nsfw, soft zuko, a dragon
A/N: these are gonna be extensive bc there is no scenario but if you want whole fics there are like 6342 zuko fics coming since everyone is a zuko simp. also wow this is really long um i hope its what you wanted!
GETTING INTO THE RELATIONSHIP
you guys have probably known each other a long time, because homebody does not fall for just anyone, so if you become the object of his affections, you better feel HONORED. hehe honored
i feel like it takes him a lot of time to actually accept his feelings for you are beyond platonic. the main reason he falls for you is probably your consistency in his life since thats something he tends to lack. like his mom? gone. his dad? kicked him out of the only place he ever knew. his life is filled with major changes so if you guys have known each other since childhood then consistency is key
once he realizes he likes you he kinda panics because what if you don’t accept him? what if you leave? even worse, what if you leave because he likes you? so now he’s panicking, and naturally, as one does, Zuko avoids his problems. You, being the problem. And his emotions, but he is in denial so
definitely talks to his uncle about the two of you A LOT, especially when he is first figuring out his feelings and trying to figure out what to do about them
his uncle is an elite wingman, constantly tries to get the two of you to be alone in the same space or get information out of you in regards to you
when it comes to confessing i can see a few situations
situation one is that zuko confesses completely by accident, freaks out, disappears, avoids you even more, like homie is a mess. after you get fatally injured, or maybe when he thinks you are asleep, or he just kinda blurts it out in conversation when you guys are doing something domestic. regardless, it is entirely by accident, and now zuko is freaking the heck out.
“i really like this tea.”
“i really like you.”
“excuse me-”
“i goTTA GO FEED MY DRAGOn Y/N!”
“you don’t have a dragon!”
so that’s how zuko gets his dragon from LOK, storytime over
you kinda have to find him and get a word in before he runs off because he is really scared of rejection, he doesn’t want you to leave and assumes that if the situation is never addressed then you can’t leave woohoo problem solved.
his uncle yells at him lol
when you corner him you gotta confess super fast and handle his anxieties because he is super worried about you hating him now even though it is the opposite.
“please don’t leave me.”
“i’m not gonna leave my boyfriend.”
“your- your what?”
“we are dating now. i like you, you like me, so we are dating.”
situation two is equally chaotic, but far less dancing around the feelings since you confess! congrats! you have more balls than me! im so proud! good job bb!
when you confess, its probably late at night, a comfortable silence between the two of you, or maybe he’s ranting about something, like how dumb the concept of tea is idk. regardless this is DOMESTIC, so it’s soft and cute and you are just like you know what screw it this nerd is so easily flustered by me maybe he likes me back! look at us cuddling like a couple! might as well make it official!
zuko.exe error, not working
you broke him good job.
he externally panics and internally congratulates himself while panicking. he is very shocked you feel that way for him because he is an oblivious boy.
“honestly, i don’t understand why my uncle likes those flavored water leaves so much-”
“i don’t understand why i’m in love with you.”
“WHAT.”
if y’all were cuddling on a bed or smth he THROWS YOU OFF BY ACCIDENT SKJDHJFHKHWJKF oopsie, he just gets up so quickly that you kinda go tumbling.
homie literally asks you why so naturally you gotta start listing all of these reasons why because hes like perfect and beautiful and yeah we all love him a lot :D marry me zuko <3
you gotta give him a hot minute to process all the information you just gave him, he is in shock for a short while, kinda just sitting there confused. once it gets through his thick skull that you like him he’s gonna thank you 💀
then he’ll ask you how you wanna handle this and boom you have a boyfriend now good job!
DURING THE RELATIONSHIP
dating during a war is hard so when y’all first start dating, probably towards the end of the war when he finally joins the Gaang, its gonna be really chaotic and you guys are still gonna be sorting through everything, like what kinda couple do you wanna be? neither of you know
kisses are rare during this time, especially since zuko is a generally private person who doesn’t really do PDA much, especially since he wants to avoid teasing and judgement from others. he’s a real people pleaser at the end of the day, he literally spent three years of his life looking for someone the world thought just disappeared permanently because he wanted his dad’s validation.
when you two do kiss, it tends to be a night in your shared tent, even then Zuko is weary of Toph’s seismic senses.
his kisses tend to be soft and sensual, he really just wants to take his time and enjoy it. however, bb does have a temper so you can expect some spice on occasion when he gets frustrated.
this comes later on in the relationship, once the war is resolved, but that just brings about new problems! like having to deal with the new fire lord who is always busy as your boyfriend!
especially at the beginning, when he’s newly crowned and everything is busy and new and he’s struggling with being organized, he rarely has time for you. however, you are likely his right hand, main advisor, general, whatever your area of expertise is he will find you a position in the castle, unless you tell him you want to stay out of politics. though, deep down, he wants to give you a position so he can spend time with you
once things calm down and he’s got being fire lord in the bag, he starts blocking in time during his day to actually take you out on dates and stuff
at one point just disappears for the whole day with you and everyone thinks he’s been kidnapped until they realize you aren’t around either
that’s not very responsible of you guys smh you have a nation to run
is soft with you, though zuko’s temper definitely lessened when he became Fire Lord, but it no doubt shows itself sometimes, but never with you
well need your assurance sometimes because he gets insecure
like why is the beautiful amazing intelligent woman dating me i do not understand what the heck why have you not left me yet
knock some sense into him
also gets worried that he is a horrible ruler and wants you to tell him that he in fact does his job very well
did you forget you helped end a war zuko?
kiss. his. scar. give him love, its one of few physical parts of himself that he is insecure about and if you kiss him there he might start crying because wow intimacy didn’t know what that was
speaking of intimacy, he is a touch starved boy so when you start giving him love do not stop, never deprive him of cuddles he gets grumpy
lol play volleyball with him
very domestic??? like his parents highkey did not like eachother so now he just wants to hold your hand, lay with you in the morning, wake up to your pretty face, and just cuddle with you while you read aloud
overall you two are a power couple and zuko simps for you 25/8 you rule as a team and he values you and your opinion VERY much, tries to take you out as often as he can despite his VERY demanding job, and expresses his love to the best of his ability
MARRIAGE N STUFF
zuko took the throne YOUNG he was like 16, so he is not proposing until y’all are at least adults, but i imagine that he is probably gonna wanna date you for like at least three years before proposing
he wants to make sure you are there to stay even if you’ve been around since childhood
there are two ways he is gonna propose here
situation one is where he kinda just does it,,, randomly? like out of nowhere he realizes that w o w he wants to marry you, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and dedicate everything to you because you are HIS forever person
so he’s kinda just laying with you in the morning, nice soft kisses here and there, will not let you leave the bed and you are definitely complaining, especially if you have a position in the palace and need to get to work
regardless its a soft moment, there’s light filtering in through the window in your shared room, and its shining on your face, and yeah you are lowkey a mess because its the morning but you are just,, so,, beautiful??
and you start telling him about your plans for the, playing with his hair and stuff, and he’s listening to his heartbeat when he breaks from your hold and looks up at you and is just like
“marry me.”
“we also need to feed your dragon- wait what”
you are kinda just in shock for a moment, so you sit up and look at him, mouth gaping open like
“are you serious?”
he suddenly realizes he doesn’t have a ring and it is 7AM in the morning and it is not the best time for this
“...yes”
now you are laughing, falling back onto the pillows, and maybe there’s a tear in your eye as you nod rapidly, “okay, yes.”
now you are thinking of the fake story you are gonna tell people when they asked how he proposed because you are NOT saying it was in bed at 7AM while you were looking like a whole mess
“yes? yes as in yes you will marry me? are you serious?”
such an idiot, but he’s cute its okay
you kiss him and its passionate and adorable, and he kisses back but he quickly breaks apart and is like “you’re sure? because i don’t have a ring-”
“how have you successfully run a country.”
“good thing you are gonna join me on the throne i suppose.”
“oh my god you’re right-”
“you aren’t reconsidering are you?”
“NO.”
have fun being the fire god woo
now y’all go back to making out and traumatize whatever advisor comes to check on you because they’re like where are the people who rule this country???
situation two is where he has been carrying around the ring for MONTHS but is looking for the perfect time to propose because you are perfect so this must be perfect
he couldn’t sleep and in the middle of the night he was like WELP I WANNA GET ENGAGED and kinda just decided he was gonna marry you
since you were asleep he couldn’t ask you right then and these
confides in the gaang and everyone is super excited
now he’s been walking around with this ring for months and what is he supposed to do now oh god
the gaang is like stop procrastinating bro, just ASK HER, and hes like NO IT NEEDS TO BE PERFECT
they help him set up the palace courtyard and make it all nice, there are lanterns, and candles, and a path of rose petals, and this time around he does have a ring so yes its great
he’s like hey let’s go for a walk! and you’re like okay??? lol
so you two are walking around the palace, holding hands, when he leads you to the courtyard and you are just like DAMN this is romantic AND pretty
“i think we are interrupting Zuko let’s leave”
“what do you mean interrupting-”
“well someone clearly put in a lot of effort!”
“that someone is me!”
:O
its not that he isn’t romantic its just that he’s never done something like this so now you’re confused
“did i forget our anniversary?”
“no.”
NOW you understand, looking around, you turn back to him to find that he’s on one knee, you two are in front of the pond with the turtleducks and wow it must be raining why is there water on your face? haha...
he tells you he loves you and that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and how he hopes he never loses you because you are just so vital to his life and his being and everything he’s done to make this world a better place has been for you and damn zuko you wonder if he got possessed
obviously you agree
and obviously something goes wrong
when he stands you tackle him with a hug and you two fall into the pond
oops
the wedding[disclaimer: i have never been to a wedding so i do not know what happens in weddings, feel free to educate me pls] is either REALLY intimate and private, or really big and stuff, since you gotta go through that whole coronation process now and like public weddings n stuff
no matter what his uncle is the one who walks you down the aisle.
change my mind.
you cant.
the intimate one is almost similar to eloping, probably happens in the court yard where he proposed, and you are wearing a AMAZING outfit, whether its a tux, an amazing dress, a jumpsuit, you gonna look FIRE
hehe fire
anyways it’ll probably be the people who fought with him in the war, the gaang, the white lotus, kyoshi warriors, maybe a few others,
its a really nice ceremony, and the courtyard is decorated so beautifully, though Zuko considered putting a fence around the pond considering what happened when he proposed lol
if its a more public wedding, then its going to feel like the entire Fire Nation came to watch y’all get married, much more flashy, there’s a band performance, a banquet, y’all gotta use the ballroom so that everyone can dance
kinda nerve wracking ngl
regardless, after you two get married nothing really changes because you always acted like an old married couple, and even as the other ruler of the fire nation, you always had an important job in the palace so its kinda just the same but more official
its a vibe
moral of the story is zuko is a simp for you and your marriage is mutual simping, that is all
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Mobster!Steve Rogers - Pt. III
Part I & Part II
WARNING: violence and abuse
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“Well, you’re being awfully quiet today…”
Steve snapped out of his thoughts. “Huh?”
His mother smiled, already knowing her son wasn’t listening to a word she was saying.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Stevie?”
“Nothing. Sorry, ma. I’m just tired.” He sighed.
But Sarah Rogers didn’t believe him one bit. “You sure it doesn’t have to do with that gal you took out the other week?”
Steve’s face scrunched in confusion, truly not realizing who she was talking about. Then it clicked. “Oh, Stacey? No. I wasn’t thinking – No, mom. She’s not the one for me.”
Sarah chuckled. “You say that about all them, you know.”
Steve’s bright blue eyes went distant. “Not all of them.”
His mother seemed to be able to read his mind. “Yeah? Well, you sure as hell messed that one up, didn’t you?”
Steve rubbed his face, clearly exhausted. “Please, ma. Not today.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel bad honey. I just worry about you.”
“You ain’t got nothing to worry about, ma. I’m fine. Always am.”
Sarah sighed. “Had I known how this throne would’ve lay on your head, I would’ve never allowed your dad insist on letting you take over the family business.”
Steve just stared at her, unsure of what she was trying to say.
“You’ve always been soft, Steve. Gentle. Kind. Empathetic. You got those bits from me.” She smiled sadly. “But your father only wanted to see the parts of you that were like him. I know you believed you didn’t have a choice. But you did. I just wish I had made that clearer. But you were grieving your father. I don’t think you would’ve listened to me anyway.”
“I don’t think I would’ve either, ma.”
“Your father managed to keep me and you safe, didn’t he?”
“Yeah. He did,” Steve confirmed.
“So, why are you so convinced that anyone you love will be given a death sentence, sweetheart?”
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Steve opened the front door of his brownstone mansion. He shook the rain off his umbrella and gave a half glance to the two parked cars on the street that were always filled with men running security on his home.
A rumble of thunder erupted just as he closed the door behind him. It coincided with Bucky’s steps hurrying down the stairs.
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been trying to call your for 2 hours?” Bucky snapped at him.
Steve glared at his best friend, but was more annoyed than angry. “I was at my ma’s. You know I turn off my phone when I’m there.”
Bucky sighed then, taking in his friend’s appearance before continuing. “We have a situation…”
The genuine concern and seriousness in his tone finally caught Steve’s attention. “What? What’s going on?”
Bucky’s confidence from earlier had disappeared. Now he was unsure of how to approach the topic.
“Buck, what is it?” Steve snapped.
“Y/N,” Bucky quickly replied. “Y/N’s here.”
Steve swore his heart dropped to his stomach. “Y/N? Y/F/N Y/L/N?”
Bucky just nodded. “She showed up at your front door, soaked to the bone and shaking. She asked to see you. Said she would’ve called but she deleted your number after – well, after the last time you two saw each other.” Bucky shifted his weight. “When I tried to ask her what was going on, she wouldn’t talk.”
Steve was still processing that she was in his home. “Where is she?”
Bucky pointed to the staircase behind him with his thumb. “She’s waiting for you in your study.”
But as Steve quickly stepped by him, Bucky gently grabbed him by the arm to stop him.
“Steve, I don’t think she’s OK. She’s…different.”
It was the only warning Steve would get before he made his way to the study.
He knocked on the door twice before opening it, mostly to make sure he didn’t scare her. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t even turn around when he entered.
Steve immediately noticed the suit jacket draped over her shoulders. Then he remembered that Bucky didn’t have one when he’d greeted him downstairs.
Ever so slowly, Steve stepped around the chair.
“Y/N?” He addressed her quietly.
But what he saw was not the Y/N he had said goodbye to just over a year ago.
Y/N had lost weight – too much weight. She was just skin and bones now. There were shadows under her eyes, like she hadn’t slept in weeks. Even though her hair was still drying from the rain, Steve knew it would not have the same shine that he still dreamed of touching.
Bucky was right about the shaking. She did a good job of hiding it, but Steve saw the slight tremble in her hands as they fidgeted in her lap.
She wouldn’t look him in the eye. Her head hung low and she stared down at her hands in her lap.
“Hi,” She muttered. Her eyes flickered up to meet his, but only for a second.
“What’s going on, Y/N?” He didn’t bother asking if she was OK. It was very clear that she was not.
“Ummm…I’m sorry for barging in on your…life…like this.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” he stopped her gently. He slowly kneeled in front of her in hopes that he could get her to actually look at him. “You got nothin’ to be sorry for. Why don’t you just tell me what’s going on, OK?”
She finally got pulled into his gaze, losing her train of thought for a moment. “Yeah. Yeah. OK.”
“Can I get you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”
But she shook her head immediately. “No. Bucky already asked. Thank you.”
She went silent again.
Steve didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to pressure her. But it was obvious something had gone very wrong. “How about you take a shower first? I’ll get you some dry clothes? And then maybe we can talk. How about that?”
Y/N swallowed, but said nothing.
“Y/N, you’re shivering. You’re gonna catch a cold if don’t get you out of these wet clothes.”
“O-Okay,” she finally stuttered a response.
30 minutes later, Y/N was wrapped in a robe, sitting on one of the couch’s in Steve’s living room, a giant mug of warm coffee in her grasp.
“I’m sorry about all of this. I didn’t…I didn’t know where else to go,” Y/N began. “A month or so after I…after I last saw you, my apartment building got bought by this man. I didn’t think anything of it. Never thought anyone would ever put a face to his name. But then he happened to be there one day, just hanging outside my building.”
Y/N take a deep breath, not sure how she wanted to continue. “I don’t know. He-He took a liking to me...or something.” She shook her head at how embarrassing it sounded. “He wouldn’t leave me alone. I tried to be polite and distant. But he – I quickly realized he’s a dangerous man. He’s a crook that’s clearly made a lot of money from being a bully.”
Steve clenched his jaw, but made sure he continued listening.
“His infatuation turned possessive and obsessive. His men watch the building. There’s always at least one following me. He sends me flowers to my work.” She took in a shaky breath. “My rejections didn’t upset him because he thought it was all a game. But he made one thing very clear: if he couldn’t have me, no one could.”
Steve was now trying to control his breathing.
Y/N’s eyes glazed over with tears and her bottom lip shook.
“Before I knew better, I went on a date. I thought – God, I was so stupid. I thought if he saw me with another guy, he’d just back off.”
“But he didn’t,” Steve answered for her.
She shook her head. “When he found the guy walking me home, he picked a fight. Beat him to a pulp. My date ended up being hospitalized for a month. And it was all my fault.”
“Y/N, listen to me. None of that is your fault.”
But she would never listen to such comforts.
And there was more.
“After that, things just got worse. I knew I was always being watched, being followed. I stopped seeing my friends. I stopped seeing my family. I was scared if he found out who they were, he’d use them against me – hurt them.”
“I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I started drinking more – more than I should. I keep calling into work sick because I’m scared to leave my apartment. I’m losing my mind.”
Her tears finally started falling as she looked at him. “I didn’t want to bring you into any of this. I just didn’t know what else to do. I know he’s friends with cops, so I couldn’t go to them. I’m sorry. I just – I’m so helpless.”
Steve couldn’t handle it anymore. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as she sobbed into his chest.
“You did the right thing, coming to me. I wish you’d done it sooner,” he whispered to her.
“I deleted your number after everything. I didn’t want the… temptation? I don’t even know. I remembered where you lived. But I couldn’t – I had to make sure they didn’t follow me here.” She was talking too fast now. The tears and emotion were putting her in a frenzy.
Steve hushed her, telling her to just breathe.
It took awhile for her crying to finally subside. But that didn’t mean he loosened his hold on her at all.
“What’s his name?”
The question came out like ice. It was even, slow, but terrifyingly cold.
Y/N’s body tensed. This was the moment she’d been dreading.
She pulled away so she could look at him. “His name is Brock.”
Steve’s face darkened. “Brock?” He growled. “As in Brock Rumlow?”
Y/N looked scared from his sudden shift. “You know him?”
“Oh, I know him,” he already started to carefully shift her body out of his lap and back to the couch.
“Steve, wait!” She quickly grabbed his wrist before he could get up. “I didn’t come here to find a killer.”
He paused.
“Please,” Y/N whispered. “Don’t do what I think you’re going to. That’s not why I came to you.”
Steve literally felt sick from the confession. “Then why did you come here, Y/N?”
“I just…wanted to feel safe. I’m tired of being scared.”
It was her turn to stand up now.
“Where are you going?” Steve asked as he too shot to his feet.
“I can’t stay here.” Her eyes raced around the room wildly. “Brock. He’ll notice I’ve been gone.���
“Y/N,” Steve tried to grab her attention quietly.
She ignored him.
“Y/N!” He grabbed her shoulders.
She finally acknowledged him.
“I’m not letting you leave. Not tonight. The storm’s only getting worse.” He sighed. “I’m just…I’m not letting you leave like this, OK?”
“But–”
“When was the last time you got a full night’s rest, huh?”
Y/N blinked at the question.
“Just…stay the night. You can sleep in one of the guest rooms. I’ll take you back to your place tomorrow morning.”
“No.”
Steve brows raised. “No?”
“I’ll stay the night. But you can’t take me back to my place.”
He slowly reached for both of her hands. “Y/N, I’m not going to let him keep doing this to you.”
“You can’t kill him, Steve. I don’t want that. I’d never want that.”
“Fine. If that’s what you want.” Then his eyes dimmed. “But I am going to make myself very clear.”
“Fine,” she agreed. “Just not tomorrow, OK?”
“Not tomorrow,” he repeated.
Steve showed her to one of the guest bedrooms. Of course it was the one closest to the master suite.
“I have four men stationed outside the house. There’s two security guards in the basement. Bucky’s staying the night. And I’ll be just a room over, OK?”
She nodded shyly.
“No one’s going to bother you here. You’re safe. Just get some sleep. And sleep in as long as you want tomorrow, got it?”
She nodded again.
“Alright. Goodnight, Y/N.” He started backing away from the door.
“Wait,” she called out.
He waited.
Y/N pulled him into a hug. “Thank you, Steve,” she whispered into his shoulder.
He hugged her back. “You don’t have to thank me, Y/N.”
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When Steve awoke the next day, the guest bedroom door was open and the bed was neatly made. It was like Y/N had never been there. Steve quickened his pace as he went down the stairs, expecting to find her in the kitchen.
But only Bucky waited for him, drinking coffee and reading the paper.
“Where’s Y/N?” Steve asked.
“She left,” Bucky answered without looking up.
“Left? What the hell do you mean ‘she left’?”
Bucky finally tore his eyes away from the paper. “Look, I tried to stop her, but I wasn’t about to tackle the poor thing.”
“Did you at least put her into one of our cars?”
Bucky shook his head. “She said it would just make things worse, whatever the hell that means.”
“Christ,” Steve hissed as a hand rubbed his face.
“I did manage to give her your number, and mine. Told her to call us if she needed anything.”
Steve nodded his thanks.
“Steve, what the hell happened to her?”
“Rumlow. Rumlow is what happened to her.”
“Rumlow?” Bucky spat with disgust and disbelief. “What’d he do?”
“He got a liking to her about a year ago. And he’s been emotionally and mentally abusing her since. He watches her every move, won’t take no for an answer. He sent a guy to the hospital for just taking her on a date.”
“Jesus Christ,” Bucky muttered.
“She knows he’s got connections, so she can’t go to the police.” Steve shook his head. “I realized I’ve never seen her really scared until last night.”
“So…when are we killing him?” Bucky asked.
“We can’t.”
“What the hell you mean we can’t?” Bucky fired back. “Brock’s been a pain in the ass since we started taking over this city. Hell, we’d be doing a lot of people a fuckin’ favor by tossing his corpse in the Hudson River.”
“She asked me not to, Buck.”
“Yeah, because she’s scared out of her god damn mind, Steve!”
“She doesn’t want that kind of guilt, Bucky!” Steve surprised him by yelling. “Remember what that felt like: guilt?”
“So you’re just going to throw her to the wolves?” Bucky challenged.
“Of course not. I’ll rough him up. Make it clear what will happen if he doesn’t leave her the hell alone.”
“Well, I’m not missing it. When do we leave?”
Steve shook his head. “Not until tonight. We got a lot of meetings to handle today. And I want to make sure to catch him off guard.”
Bucky nodded.
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It was hard for Steve to focus on anything. He texted Y/N multiple times, making sure she was OK. She gave one or two word answers. Distant and straightforward. She texted as if Brock was even reading her messages.
Bucky would eye him every once in awhile, fully aware that Steve was anything but present for these meetings. He couldn’t blame him though.
After a long day, the sun was just about to hit the horizon.
Steve was on one of the balconies of his house, a glass of bourbon in his hand.
He could hear Bucky walking up behind him quietly.
“Promise me something?” Steve asked.
“Anything.”
“Don’t let me get carried away.” It was code for ‘don’t let me kill him.’
Bucky hesitated. “I promise.”
“She’ll know. And then she’ll never look at me the same way.”
Before Bucky could say anything more, Steve’s cellphone started ringing.
As soon as he saw Y/N’s name on the screen, he picked up.
“Y/N?”
But Steve was immediately met with sobbing. He locked eyes with Bucky, showing his panic.
“Y/N! Y/N, I need you to breathe, OK? Just breathe. Calm down. Just calm down and tell me what happened.”
She did as she was told, forcing Steve to hear the struggles to control herself and fight her way out of the panic attack.
“He k-k-knew, Steve. He knew something was up. Then he-he grabbed my phone,” she inhaled shakily. “He saw your messages…” Her words died down.
Steve’s jaw clenched. “Y/N, did he hurt you?”
Y/N only responded with the sniffles she couldn’t control.
“Y/N, did he touch you?”
But she wouldn’t answer.
“Steve, please just come get me.”
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Bucky was driving the SUV through the streets of Manhattan like a madman. Two other cars tailed them, filled with Steve’s most loyal men.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Steve hissed as he stared out the windshield.
“Don’t get sloppy, Steve. I know this is personal. But you don’t want any of this shit falling back on her.”
“I know,” Steve replied.
He was almost disturbingly calm.
Which actually made Bucky more worried.
The SUV had barely even stopped before Steve threw open the door.
He instantly spotted one of Rumlow’s men, loitering outside the entrance to the building. Steve could recognize a goon with his eyes closed.
“Hey!” He barked. “You work for Rumlow?”
The man didn’t answer, just immediately fumbled for what Steve could only assume was a gun.
But he was too slow.
Steve swung and knocked him unconscious and off his feet in one hit. He reached down for the man’s gun and dismantled the pieces, tossing the stray bullets into the bushes.
The lock of the entrance couldn’t hold a harsh shove from Steve, easily granting him access to the building.
He heard Bucky barking orders to his men before he hurried to catch up to him.
Steve mentally told himself to calm down when he got to Y/N’s door. The last thing he needed was to scare her just as much as Brock did.
He knocked three times. “Y/N, it’s me. I’m coming in, OK?”
The door was unlocked. Steve slowly on entered.
The kitchen was empty. So was the living room.
“Y/N?” Steve called out carefully.
Bucky was checking all the blind spots, a gun ready in his grasp.
Steve was starting to get worried when he didn’t find her in the bedroom.
But then he heard the whimpers coming from the bathroom.
“Y/N,” he gasped before he hurrying to her.
He froze when he got a good look at her.
She was tucked against the foot of the bathtub, arms hugging her legs tightly to her chest.
Her nose had dried blood underneath it. Her lip was split. There was a red mark on her right cheek that he knew would turn a concerning purple in a day or two. Mascara was smudged underneath her eyes.
“Jesus Christ,” Steve muttered under his breath before bending down to her level.
She seemed to cower at the intrusion, backing up against the tub as if there was anywhere else for her to go.
“Hey, hey, hey. I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise,” Steve whispered.
She nodded, snapping out of it and realizing that she knew she could trust him.
“Can you stand?” He asked.
“I’m not – I don’t know,” she admitted with embarrassment.
When she did try, her legs were shaking like she was a newborn deer learning how to walk.
But before she could fall, Steve was at her side, picking her up in his arms.
“I gotcha,” he whispered. “I gotcha. You’re safe. OK? You’re safe.”
She nodded as she tucked her face into his shoulder.
As he carried her down to her car, he found more bruises and cuts. The more he saw, the angrier he got.
Finally, Steve turned to Bucky.
As their eyes met, they had a silent conversation.
Steve carefully handed Y/N over. “Take her to the hospital. Don’t leave her side.”
Bucky held Y/N like she would break from the slightest pressure. “Let me come with you,” he tried to argue.
“No. Look after her. Keep her safe.”
Bucky looked worried, but he knew better than to argue with Steve, especially when he was in such a state.
Y/N’s head shot up when she suddenly realized what was happening. “Steve, please. Don’t. Don’t leave me.”
Steve leaned over to her, brushing some hair from her face.
“I promise I’ll be back. There’s something I gotta do. Bucky will look after you.”
And before Y/N could fight him on it, Steve was getting into a car with his men.
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It was only a few hours later that Steve returned to a dark house.
He heard the click of a gun and turned on the light to find Bucky pointing one at him.
Bucky instantly lowered it. “Can’t be too careful.”
“Is she…?”
“She’s OK. Doc says nothing’s broken. Told her to ice everything. They gave her some pain medication. She’s just gotta take it easy.” Bucky sighed. “She’s upstairs.”
Steve let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Buck.”
“You might want to…clean up before you see her,” Bucky advised carefully.
Steve was suddenly brought back to reality and looked down at himself.
His white button down was now more red than it was white. His skin was also stained with the color. His knuckles were split and bruised.
“Did you make sure he paid for it?” Bucky asked emptily.
Steve gave a slight nod. “It was slow.”
He turned to go upstairs.
Steve expected to find Y/N in the same guest bedroom. But Y/N was asleep in his personal bed.
Steve listened to Bucky’s advice, and took as quick and as quiet of a shower as possible. He made sure to wash away all the blood, leaving no trace. But he knew he couldn’t wash away the sins.
When he slipped into bed, Y/N arouse from her sleep.
She turned to face him, still sleepy.
“Didn’t expect to find you in my bed,” Steve whispered with a little playfulness.
“It smells like you,” Y/N confessed with a blush. “Bucky said you wouldn’t mind.”
“I don’t.” Then he couldn’t stop taking in all the cuts and bruises. Her nose looked better now that all the blood had been cleaned away. “Are you OK?”
She nodded. “I’m better now.”
Then she grabbed his hands, inspecting his cut and bruised knuckles. “Are you OK?”
“I’m fine.”
“Steve, what did you–”
“Y/N, don’t.” He warned. “We can never talk about it. After tonight, we forget all of it.” His eyes were serious. “Nothing happened. You hear me? Nothing.”
“Why did you risk all of this for me?” Y/N breathed.
“You know why, Y/N.”
She couldn’t speak.
“Because I loved you, Y/N. And I still love you,” he told her. “And I know that if I had just stayed that morning, then you… then none of this would’ve happened.”
“That’s not how life works and you know it, Steve. This isn’t your fault.”
“All I ever thought I could do was put you in danger. It never occurred to me that I could’ve been the thing that kept you safe.”
Y/N scooted closer, wanting to be held by him.
Steve complied, kissing the top of her head. “Can you still love me? After seeing what I really am, is that possible?”
“You think I could ever think you a monster after you made sure that the world was short of a man like Brock?”
Steve stayed silent.
“You think you’re so evil, Steve. But the truth is that I’ve never met a man who has a heart like you. Even before all of this shit, even before I knew who you really were… I knew I’d never meet another man like you.”
She could feel his heartbeat through his chest.
“So, yes, I can still love you.”
Steve let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
“Can we stop running away from each other now?” Y/N breathed.
She pulled back to stare into his blue eyes.
“Yeah, we can stop running, Y/N.” He told her before gently kissing her lips.
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the caswell wears prada
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Summary: EJ's style is simple and functional but Ricky discovers he's capable of more than just letterman jackets and white sneakers. (Part 4 of my trans!ej and genderqueer!ricky AU.)
Author's Notes: I have this little headcanon that EJ used to model baby clothes when he was a baby. Then only went back to modelling once he transitioned to the point he was comfortable enough. Also not me giving Ashlyn's parents a purpose except for just leaving the house empty enough for Ashlyn to throw parties. Hope you guys enjoy!
Warning: Implied Sexual Content at the very end but since it's not explicit, I'll just let y'all use your imaginations.
Ricky has almost exclusively seen EJ in basic white boy clothes. It's usually just a nice fitting t-shirt, some branded jacket, jeans, and branded sneakers. It's not exactly avant-garde but Ricky can appreciate the fact that EJ has found a distinct style that's both understated yet elevates his already good looks.
But from what Ricky has learned in the few months that they've been dating EJ is that just because he dresses like that, it doesn't mean EJ does not have an eye for fashion.
Ricky learned this one day when the two of them were hanging out with Gina and Ashlyn at Ashlyn's house.
Ashlyn's mom was the Editor-In-Chief of an editorial fashion magazine that focuses on highlighting brands that promote sustainable fashion. She also runs a design company herself. Every other minute, she'd be going in and out of her design studio with a phone against her ear and a different meter of fabric in her hands. Her job is also the reason why Ashlyn's parents aren't usually home. Ashlyn's mom would be invited to different fashion events or she'd meet with a client about a new start-up. Ashlyn's dad accompanies her so that she wouldn't overwork herself.
None of that is new to Ricky. What is new, however, is EJ's involvement in her work.
"Ashlyn!" Mrs. Caswell rushes in, a hundred different scarves wrapped around her neck. Ricky wonders if she can breathe beneath all that cashmere and silk. "Darling, I need your help."
"What is it, mom?" Ashlyn asks, pausing the movie the four of them were watching.
Instead of responding, Mrs. Caswell just runs back to her home studio with a hurried click of her heels. Ashlyn looks at the rest of the group with a shrug, moving to stand up until her mom comes rushing back in – this time with a little purple hat perched on her strawberry blond locks.
"EJ, sweetheart! You come too. I need your opinion on a few things." Before any of them could say anything, she's disappeared back into her studio in a flurry of scarves and sequins.
EJ doesn't even bat an eye and moves to follow his cousin out of the living room. Ricky grabs his hand before he could leave, asking him what Ashlyn's mom wants his opinion on. EJ isn't exactly Paris Fashion Week, if Ricky was gonna be honest.
EJ just smiles, placing a chaste kiss on Ricky's lips before saying, "I'll tell you when we get back."
With that statement, Ricky and Gina are left alone, both feeling more confused than before.
"Does that happen often?" Ricky asks Gina, who is picking through the popcorn bowl.
"Ashlyn's mom being weird?" Gina tosses a popcorn kernel up into the air before catching it into her mouth flawlessly. "I've seen Ashlyn help her a few times. But I haven't seen her call EJ into that room before."
"Yeah..." Ricky picks at a loose thread on their jeans. "Didn't really peg EJ as the fashionable type."
Gina pauses in her pursuit of the perfect popcorn kernel and raises a questioning eyebrow towards Ricky. "Hold up... EJ never told you?"
"Told me... what?" Ricky started to panic a little bit. They never liked hearing ominous phrases like that from other people. It fuels their already present anxiety about dating someone who is way out of their league like EJ – someone who could leave Ricky at any time if they realize that Ricky will never be good enough for them.
Gina seems to realize this quickly enough and she tries to diffuse the situation before it gets worse. "Oh! No no no, Ricky, it isn't bad!"
"Then what is it?" Instead of answering, Gina just looks over shoulder at the direction of where the Caswell Cousins went to. After a few seconds of making sure the coast is clear, she tilts her head and motions for Ricky to follow her.
Gina leads Ricky to the spare guest room that EJ occupies sometimes when he doesn't want to sleep at home. In fact, sometimes this room is literally just called EJ's extra room because he's here so frequently. Ricky's napped here a couple of times so it isn't a new place. But he's usually too tired to explore it due to some recent emotional problem or another.
By the far wall is a dresser that Ricky hasn't ever thought to look through. Gina beckons him to come closer as she opens the bottom drawer.
"Ashlyn showed me this when I first moved in. We had to call EJ immediately after because I just had... so many questions." After a few seconds of rummaging, Gina brings out a small stack of magazines triumphantly.
Ricky recognizes the magazines immediately as the same ones Ashlyn's mom is the Editor-In-Chief for.
"Are those...?" Ricky asks and Gina nods excitedly, motioning for him to sit down next to her. The two of them peer through the old issues together, pointing at things they think would look nice on them.
Before they turn to the middle spread, Gina turns to them with a serious look in her eye. "Ricky, I need you to brace yourself."
Ricky tilts their head in confusion. "For what?"
"Just," And Gina can't even hide her giddy little smile. "Get ready."
Ricky can't even bring themself to respond before Gina is showing them the middle spread of the magazine. Their mind skids to a halt when they see a younger EJ staring back at them from the glossy pages, dressed head to toe in the finest three-piece dress suit Ricky's ever seen.
And it isn't just that, EJ's all over the spread – dressed in all kinds of outfits. From gorgeously crafted lace button downs to tastefully styled overcoats – EJ models the shit out of them. Ricky scans the pages in awe because they've never seen EJ wear stuff like this. Sure, they've seen EJ in a suit during homecoming but not one with embroidered roses across the vest or paired with diamond encrusted gold jewelry.
Gina turns the page and Ricky lets out a small gasp.
It's a two page Ashlyn and EJ spread – the cousins looking absolutely ethereal dressed in the most delicate fabric embroidered with flowers along the seams. Their skin is glowing beneath the sunset, the light catching at the highlights on their cheekbones. But what really got to Ricky is one very small but powerful detail:
The flowers along EJ's shirt and the makeup he's wearing are in the trans flag colors.
"Ricky, look." Gina points at the small interview portion at the corner of the page, smiling when Ricky reads it and realizes that it's about EJ.
E.J. Caswell – Teen Transgender Model
"I've been avoiding modeling since I started transitioning and coming back to it was really scary." Says teen model E.J. Caswell. "But when my aunt gave me the opportunity to finally speak my truth through fashion, I knew that I wouldn't regret this decision in the long run."
"There are still so many moments where I hate my body. It's gonna take a while until that goes away. And maybe it won't. Ever." E.J. tells us with a sad smile. "But this is a start – and I get to style some really cool clothes while I'm at it!"
When Ashlyn Caswell was asked about the significance of this project to her cousin and to future transgender models, she smiled softly, making it abundantly clear how much she adores her older cousin. "E.J. is one of the bravest people I know. He's always been an inspiration to me and I'm so proud of him for doing this on his own terms. Plus, I'm really happy he asked me to be a part of it with him. But don't tell him I said that! I'll never hear the end of it."
"She said that?" E.J. said with barely concealed glee. "Aww, Ashlyn!"
Ricky and Gina giggle at the mental image of EJ probably giving an exasperated Ashlyn a big bear hug after his interview. Ricky can't help but stare at the spread again, lightly trailing his finger over EJ's face with a soft smile. He really is so beautiful. Ricky sometimes can't believe that someone as gorgeous as EJ is real.
"Looks like Gina beat me to it."
The sound of EJ's voice by the doorway makes the two of them freeze and turn to see both Caswell cousins looking at them with knowing smiles. But Ashlyn and EJ weren't wearing what they were wearing before Ashlyn's mom called them for help.
Instead, Ashlyn was wearing a floor length pink chiffon dress with embroidered roses scattered along its sleeves and body. EJ was wearing a dress shirt of similar color and material, pairing it with white dress pants and a ruby encrusted rose broach.
"Well look at you two supermodels!" Gina squealed in glee, bounding over to gush over Ashlyn's outfit. Ricky stays rooted in their spot on the floor, their eyes never leaving EJ's. EJ approaches them slowly and takes a seat on the bed next to Ricky. He moves into an effortless pose, making Ricky blush more than necessary.
EJ smiles at them, eyes sparkling mischievously. "Hi."
"H-Hi." Ricky says, moving to face EJ with shaky legs. "You look nice."
"Just nice?" EJ leans down with a smirk, a lock of hair falling to his forehead like some goddamn romance movie. Ricky didn't even notice that even his hair was styled differently. Was EJ growing his hair out? Why didn't he warn me?
"I'd say something dirtier but I don't wanna traumatize the girls." EJ laughs at that and Ricky could only stare at the way EJ throws his head back with the most beautiful smile they've ever seen.
This isn't fair. EJ is sitting here looking like he was plucked straight out of a Vogue magazine while Ricky's sorry ass is on the floor in pajama pants and an old hoodie. Fuck. They should have texted Kourtney for help with their outfit today.
"You're so cute," EJ leans forward even closer, so close that EJ's able to lightly graze their noses together. "Maybe I should dress like this more often to make you blush like that."
Ricky contemplates on the statement for a bit, imagining what it would be like if EJ were to wear more designer clothes to school everyday. EJ right now certainly looks confident and cool. Plus, he gets the added bonus of Ricky looking extra flustered around him.
But at the end of the day, it's EJ's body and EJ gets to choose whatever makes him feel good.
Besides, Ricky fell for EJ without all the bells and whistles.
"You don't have to wear fancy clothes to make me think you're gorgeous." Ricky says before they can stop themself from saying it. But it's out now and there's no turning back. EJ's eyes widen but they eventually soften after processing what Ricky said.
"It doesn't matter what I think, though." Ricky says, reaching for EJ's hand. "What matters is that you're happy. Whether you're wearing a potato sack or Versace. As long as you feel comfortable and you're seeing your favorite self in the mirror, I'll tell you that you're the most handsome boy in the world."
Ricky scoots closer to place a soft kiss on EJ's nose before pressing their foreheads together. Ricky can't really tell who's smiling wider from this angle but they didn't care.
"My handsome boy." Ricky whispers, lightly tracing EJ's bottom lip with their thumb. EJ smiles even wider at the sound of that and it never fails to make Ricky happy seeing EJ so happy.
They're about to move in for another kiss when they hear Ashlyn cough from the doorway.
The two of them separate abruptly, both blushing profusely as the girls giggle behind their hands.
"We'll leave you two alone," Ashlyn says, grabbing Gina's hand to pull her back to the living room. "I'll tell mom you'll be late for dinner."
As soon as the door closes behind the girls, Ricky turns back to a still blushing EJ, a small but urgent thought manifesting to the front of their mind.
"I should take this off-" EJ doesn't even get the chance to finish his sentence before Ricky is pushing him down on the bed and straddling his hips. "R-Ricky?"
Ricky smirks, placing a single finger on EJ's lips as they lean forward to whisper in his ear,
"I'll help you take it off." EJ lets out the smallest whimper at that but Ricky shushes him, blowing against his earlobe. "But you have to be quiet, handsome."
As soon as EJ shakily nods his head yes, Ricky gets to work.
Unfortunately, they're more than a little late for dinner.
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A/N: I've added some reference pics below if y'all want a better image of what EJ and Ashlyn were wearing hehe :>
#ej caswell#ricky bowen#caswen#gina porter#ashlyn caswell#hsmtmts#hsmtms fanfiction#trans!ej#genderqueer!ricky#cloud's writing now
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My (incomplete) Notes on The Lightning Thief
Percy Jackson, at 12 years old, is miserable
Percy is trying very hard to be good
Percy reacts violently when his friends are threatened
“I’m going to kill her”
I wish I’d decked her right there
Percy turns red when he gets called on
Percy knows a lot about both Greek and Roman gods
Percy has an “I’ll-kill-you-later” stare
Percy gives “safe” answers to authority figures
Percy sells an illegal candy stash out of his dorm room
Percy knows about shrooms and thinks that he was drugged on the field trip
Percy has nightmares about the teacher (Kindly One) that he killed
Percy has to get summer jobs
Grover is a very bad liar
Percy almost cries in class when his favorite teacher tells him that he’s different
Percy gets into fights to protect Grover from bullies
Percy sees the Fates snipping the thread and knows he’s going to die
Grover mentions that it’s always 6th graders who are killed
Percy ditches Grover at the bus stop
Grover’s bladder acts up when he gets nervous
Sally Jackson took night classes to get her GED
She wanted to be a novelist
Gabe Ugliano is Percy’s stepdad
His cigars make Percy nauseous
He drinks beer and leaves a mess everywhere
He takes money from Percy and uses it to fund his gambling and calls it their “guy secret.”
If Percy tells Sally, he’ll “punch Percy’s lights out”
Gabe takes over Percy’s room while Percy is at school
Gabe makes fun of Percy’s grades
Sally works at a candy shop and brings Percy blue candy
She runs her hands through his hair and asks him how he’s doing
She never raises her voice or says anything unkind to anyone
Percy wants to punch Gabe
Percy wants to kick Gabe in the balls and “make him sing soprano for week”
Gabe blamed Percy for things that aren’t his fault
Percy makes a hand gesture that Grover did, but at Gabe, and the screen door slammed shut
They have a rental cabin on the beach that is “half hidden in the dunes, full of sand and spiders”
Percy and his mom eat blue foods because Gabe said there’s no such thing as blue food. It’s an act of rebellion.
Percy thinks that his mom doesn’t want him around
Percy is mad at Poseidon for leaving him and his mom
In preschool, Percy is put to sleep in a crib at school. The crib had a snake in it and Percy strangled the snake to death.
Percy has a dream that a horse (Poseidon) and an eagle (Zeus) are fighting to the death
“O Zeu kai alloi theoi” means “Oh Zeus and other gods!”
Percy experiences panic when he realizes that his teacher was a monster trying to kill him
Lightning hits the camaro and blasts off the roof
Percy’s got good instincts; the hair frequently raises on the back of his neck when he’s in danger
Sally gets killed by the minotaur
She’s actually stolen by Hades
Percy rips off the minotaur’s horn and impales it into his side
Percy is crying, weak, trembling with grief and he literally carries Grover and drops onto a porch
Annabeth tries to get Percy to talk while she’s spoon-feeding Percy ambrosia
Percy has been unconscious for two days after his fight with the minotaur
Percy would rather live on the streets than live with Gabe
He considers lying about his age and joining the army
Percy is very good at telling when adults have been drinking
Grover is nervous about Mr. D
But he still manages to ask for the diet coke can to eat
The farm house is four stories tall, sky blue and white trim
The camp grows strawberries and the campers pick them
Grover is 28 years old but satyrs mature at half the rate that humans do
The Poseidon cabin walls glow like abalone. There are six empty beds with silk sheets. It smells salty.
Chiron gets horribly depressed about training heroes
Luke is very handsome except for a thick white scar that runs from his right eye to his jaw.
He’s the son of Hermes and the counselor
Luke is 19
He’s in cabin 11
Monsters will always reform because they don’t have souls
The bathrooms are cinder block buildings with a line of toilets and a line of showers; there’s a girls and a boys
Percy feels a tug in the pit of his stomach when he uses his powers
Annabeth just watched Clarisse drag Percy into the bathroom to give him a swirly
Luke steals Percy some toiletries from the camp store.
Percy is not good at archery, foot racing, or wrestling
The only thing that Percy is good at is canoeing
Percy can’t find a blade that fits right in his hand.
Luke has been the best swordsman in 300 years
Percy bests him after pouring ice water on his head (son of Poseidon)
Hades doesn’t have a cabin at Camp Half-Blood or a throne on Olympus. They say that it would be bad if there was a cabin for Hades.
Sixty years ago, after World War 2, the big three gods made an oath not to have more kids.
Two of them broke it; Zeus with Jason and Thalia, Poseidon with Percy.
When Hades found out, he let out all three Kindly Ones and a pack of Hellhounds
Thalia wound up becoming a tree.
Grover was the satyr assigned to bring only Thalia in. Thalia had befriended Annabeth and Luke, and she wouldn’t leave them behind.
Percy thinks that Luke’s scar makes him look almost evil
Clarisse has an electric spear
It makes Percy go numb wherever she touches him with it
One of the boys in Cabin 5 (Ares) cuts Percy across the arm
Once Percy gets into the water, he’s very good at fighting
Luke wins capture the flag
Annabeth has a Yankee's cap that makes her invisible. It was a gift from her mother.
Annabeth is the first person to figure out that Poseidon is Percy’s father.
No wait, Grover was first and then Chiron. Well, they knew he was one of the Big Three’s son.
As soon as Percy steps out of the water, he is exhausted and in pain.
When Hellhounds die, they melt into shadow and soak into the ground.
Hellhounds are from the fields of punishment.
When Poseidon claims Percy, everyone kneels.
“Poseidon, Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.”
Percy is miserable being alone in Cabin Three and being so isolated. He would rather get into fights every day than be ignored. People are steering clear of Percy.
Except for Luke, who gives Percy one-on-one sword training.
Annabeth teaches Percy Greek but she’s distracted.
Gabe tells the press that Percy is violent and a troubled kid. The newspapers say that Percy may be involved in his mother’s disappearance.
Gabe also tells the press that Percy has expressed violent tendencies in the past.
Percy has more dreams of Zeus and Poseidon fighting. He hears Kronos’ voice calling to him.
It doesn’t rain in Camp Half-Blood (or even get overcast) unless they want it to.
Dionysus wants to kill Percy.
Percy gets embarrassed when he knows something someone doesn’t want or expect him to.
Percy has a nervous laugh.
Illegal copies can be made of the Gods Symbols of Power.
Percy has tried to steal pizza from Gabe’s poker parties and got busted for it.
Percy is furious that the camp is being punished for his existence. He thinks he’s responsible for the gods' fight.
The Big House attic is four flights up. It’s full of mementos from old demigod fights.
Percy is scared of the oracle.
Percy’s fists clench at the very sight of Gabe.
Percy doesn’t have many friends.
Percy isn’t afraid of Hades; he wants to get revenge and take Hades on.
Gods can’t encroach on each other’s territories but demigods can. Gods can’t be held responsible for heroes actions.
Percy describes his emotions as rolling glass in a kaleidoscope.
Percy is so relieved that Grover is coming with him that he wants to cry.
Annabeth volunteered to go on the Quest. Percy is not surprised.
Previously, Luke told Percy that Annabeth has been harassing Chiron for a prophecy and that she’s been hanging onto all of the new campers until she’s sure they aren’t the chosen one.
Annabeth says that Percy will mess up this quest without her even though he’s been more than adequate at handling everything that’s been thrown his way.
The camp store loans Percy $100.00 and 20 golden drachmas.
He’s also given a canteen of nectar and a ziplock bag full of ambrosia squares.
The ambrosia and nectar is only to be used in emergencies; it will kill a mortal and demigods will literally burn up if they overdose.
Annabeth’s cap was given to her on her twelfth birthday by her mom, Athena.
Luke actually runs up the hill to give them the basketball shoes. They’re the flying shoes he got from his dad for his quest when he was seventeen.
Luke gives the shoes directly to Percy.
Percy is worried that Luke would have been jealous of the attention he’s been getting.
Percy blushes because Luke gave him the magic gift.
Luke seems uncomfortable talking to Percy. He trails off three times and uses “um.” And then there’s an [awkward] handshake.
Luke pats Grover between the horns and gives Annabeth a hug.
Annabeth’s crush on Luke has been brought up three times so far.
Percy figures out by this one interaction that Annabeth let Luke capture the flag instead of her.
Percy thinks that he’s a brat for wanting a magical gift from his father.
Riptide (Anaklusmos) is a gift from Poseidon that Chiron has been holding onto for the next child of Poseidon.
Riptide is forged by the Cyclopes, tempered in the heart of Mount Etna, and cooled in the River Lethe.
Mortals aren’t important enough for the blade to kill but it will kill demigods and anything from the Underworld.
Percy thinks that the real world feels like a fantasy after spending two weeks at Half-Blood Hill.
Percy thinks that Annabeth hates him.
Annabeth thinks they have to be rivals because their parents are.
Annabeth was also mean to him before she knew who his dad was.
Even after two weeks away from Gabe, Grover can still smell him on Percy.
This makes Percy immediately want a shower.
Grover says that Percy should be thankful Sally was with someone who smelled so repulsively human because it kept the monsters away and that Sally must have loved Percy a lot to put up with that guy.
This does not make Percy feel better but he hides his feelings; or hopes he does since satyrs can sense emotions with or without an empathy link.
Percy is on the quest because he wants to save his mom.
He is not on the quest to retrieve Zeus’s lightning bolt
Or to save the world
Or to help his dad out of trouble. Percy is actually really, really angry with Poseidon for never visiting or helping Sally.
Annabeth and Percy are good at playing hacky sack.
The three Furies are considered the worst monsters in the Underworld.
Percy had a chance to escape on the bus and didn’t take it.
Alecto threatens to kill Percy (again)
Percy can speak Latin
Percy knows that the Greek Gods (Zeus and Hades in particular) are being assholes to him.
The food at Camp Half-Blood is grapes, bread, cheese, and extra-lean-cut nymph-prepared barbecue.
“Your head is full of kelp.”
In Aunty Em’s emporium, Percy says that the smell of her cooking makes everything else go away, however he still has the sense of mind to notice Grover whimpering, the statues’ eyes following them, and Auntie Em locking the door.
Percy’s neck tingles when he’s in danger.
Percy is annoyed that Annabeth is being rude to a woman who just fed them for free.
#the lightning thief#pjo#riordanverse#percy jackson series#percy jackson and the olympians#long post#text post#it's funny the things you forget#the details you gloss over#i will not be finishing this
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Who do you save, John? (Bit 2)
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In a rush again.
This is Fandomversary Fic Five - for @5hadow-alpha who asked for ‘Shopping and any of the Tracy brothers (but maybe Virgil?😉)’. Well, you got all five bros plus Jeff in this one and a weird take on shopping, but it is fic and I hope you enjoy it :D
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Alan stood in front of the mirror in his change room and stared at himself.
It was a nice suit. Not really his thing, more a necessary evil, but it made him look good. He’d chosen a lighter coloured suit than his brothers. Lighter than even Gordon, who had always preferred the brighter colours.
He straightened the jacket and his eyes caught on the painting on the wall behind him.
Scott had stood there.
Alan blinked, remembering his big brother smiling at him in the mirror, standing in for their father as his youngest shouldered on his first suit jacket.
Okay, technically it wasn’t his first, he couldn’t be a Tracy without being familiar with suits, but that day had been special. Along with the suit, it had seen the fitting of his first IR uniform.
And Scott had been there. Just the two of them. It had been special.
Now he was here with all his brothers…and his father.
It was special again, but for entirely different reasons.
“You okay in there, Allie?”
Scott. Of course, it was Scott.
“Be right out.”
“Okay.”
Being the youngest of five apparently orphaned brothers had its challenges.
Being the youngest of five brothers who had just rescued their father from the depths of space after eight years in hell had even more.
Not that he would ever wish for the alternative. It was amazing to have his father back. It was almost beyond believable.
But Dad had disappeared when he was eleven and memories were fragile. A lot had happened while he was gone and during that time, Alan had turned to Scott, to Virgil, to all his brothers in some way. And while he was the youngest and technically needed the most parenting. He wasn’t that young anymore. He was eighteen. An adult.
It wasn’t that Dad was a stranger. He was still Dad. He still loved him…desperately. But Dad hadn’t been here. Even if it hadn’t been by choice, he still hadn’t been here. Scott was the one who stood with him. Virgil was the one who plastered his scrapes. Johnny was the one who helped him with his homework. Gordon had taught him to swim.
And if he was totally honest with himself, it had always been that way as long as he could remember.
Dad was Dad and he loved him.
But Scott was the one who was there.
Alan sighed and let his shoulders drop before reaching for the door.
Sure enough, Scott was in the presentation room fully dressed and waiting. His big brother could strip and change clothes faster than anyone he knew.
Of course, their everyday clothes were designed that way, specially seamed for robotics to literally pull them from their bodies at high speed and replace them with their uniforms, but this was different and Scott was just damned fast.
His big brother’s suit was a dark blue. All his suits were blue. Various shades, but in the majority deep blue or blue-grey. It was a Scott Tracy symbol. Featured on the front of GQ and Variety, the trend for blue suits was higher than ever and all his brother’s fault.
Mostly because he wore them so well. Alan was baffled as to how he kept himself so sharp and neat. Alan looked at his pants the wrong way and the creases kinked and the crotch rode up. Scott was just...pristine.
Alan screwed up his nose at him.
Of course, that only prompted his big brother to stride over and straighten his collar. “Looking good there, Allie.”
Alan batted his hands away. “I got this, Scott.”
The smirk he received for that was totally unjustified. “Just making sure.” Blue eyes so much like his own sparkled at him.
Alan poked his tongue out.
“Mature, Allie.” But his brother was grinning.
Another door opened behind them and Virgil was fumbling his jacket on. This time it was a charcoal black, quite a step from the deep purple ensemble he had somehow managed to pull off the last time he bought one of these outfits.
His artist brother had obviously put some thought in this time because under the charcoal was a shirt of a very deep green. It did something with his brother’s eyes. Alan wasn’t sure what or why, but his bro looked good.
Virgil buttoned his suit jacket and stood in front of Alan, eyeing him from head to toe.
Alan mock glared at him. “Do I meet with your approval?”
One callused hand reached over and fiddled with his collar.
Oh, for crying out loud. “Virg!”
Virgil grinned and snorted at him, the hand switching to his shoulder and squeezing gently. “You look great, Allie.”
Hmph. Alan looked at him sideways, not willing to give any ground, but then...hmph. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
One dark eyebrow arched and Virgil smiled. “Thanks.” He opened his mouth to say more, but both Gordon and John emerged at the same time.
“Gordon, where are your shoes?” Scott’s exasperation in this building was not a new thing.
The aquanaut shrugged. “Forgot them.”
Alan looked down to find his brother wearing his everyday casual slip-on sandals. Gordon sported a charcoal suit similar to Virgil’s and Alan had no doubt their big brother had stuck his opinion in onto Gordon’s choice as it was blatantly not a Gordon choice.
But then Gordon choices were usually eyeball scorchers, so it was probably a good thing. The fish was being catered to, however, as the shirt that accompanied the suit was ocean blue and had a subtle texture to it. Alan had no doubt that if he got closer, he would discover some kind of octopus of dolphin or some other sea life emblem worked into the fabric.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
Virgil had definitely had a hand in John’s outfit. Not blue, not charcoal, but more a deep turquoise, his fellow space brother was tall and austere with his gold shirt. That colour combination had Virgil written all over it simply because John couldn’t be trusted to compile his own.
The brown and orange combination from five years ago had scarred all of them.
Standing beside his brothers he had to say they were all looking good.
John started playing with his tablet again.
What on earth was he doing?
That train of thought was interrupted by his father emerging from the changing rooms.
All his brothers automatically shifted to some kind of attention.
This was the first time they had seen their father in a suit in over eight years.
Dad straightened. He was ever so tall. Scott and John obviously inherited his height, but neither had inherited his build. Only Virgil had that, even if Virg was only a little taller than Gords.
Their father was a force unto himself, even injured and still showing the signs of his isolation, the man had presence.
He was kind of daunting at the best of times. In a suit...man, Alan could see how his father had made his place in business. He oozed charisma.
At least Scott had come by it honestly.
That thought froze his mind a moment. Scott’s charisma was different, lighter, less forbidding unless he was fully in command. There was a gentle side to his big brother.
He knew there was a softer side to his father, too, but standing here and seeing him in that grey suit...the man was formidable.
Beside Alan, Scott shuffled his feet and swallowed audibly. “Good choice, Dad.”
Their father smiled a little and tilted his head. “Only took Virgil’s advice.”
Of course, everyone turned to stare at the engineer.
“What?”
“Adding fashion designer to your resume, Virg?” Gordon was grinning.
Virgil scrunched up his face. “Well, someone has to. You certainly don’t have a clue.”
“What was wrong with my choice? I liked it.”
“It was bright yellow, Gordon.”
“Yeah, one of my favourite colours.”
“Not the best for a board meeting, though, is it?”
Gordon shrugged. “Depends.”
“On what?” Virg was glaring at the fish.
“On taste and other people’s lack of it.”
“Not yours?”
“Virgil-“
“Hey!” Scott’s voice cut them both off. “That’s enough.”
And it was, because William and his assistants were hovering, waiting to check the fit of each suit.
Alan found himself up on a stand, an assistant with the name ‘Timothy’ pinned to his chest. He didn’t say much, but his fingers were nimble checking seams and lengths.
“Thanks for doing this.” A little politeness never hurt.
Timothy looked up at him, but didn’t say anything. He stared at moment, eyes appraising, before turning back to his work.
Oh, well, not everyone wanted to talk.
Alan let him do his job from that point on.
On his right Gordon squawked. “Ow, that’s human you’re stabbing.”
“I am so sorry, sir. That was accidental.” A pause. “Could you please hold still, sir.”
“Gordon.” His brother’s name wandered over in warning from the other side of the room where Scott was standing with his arms stretched out as yet another assistant fiddled with his suit.
Beside him, their father snorted. “Gordon still can’t sit still?”
Scott rolled his eyes. “That’s never going to happen.”
Dad grinned over at Gordy as his fish brother protested. “Hey! I seem to remember an older brother with a similar problem. Solved it with rocket fuel.”
“He’s got you there, son.” His father shifted his cane as his assistant fiddled with his pant length.
Scott rolled his eyes again. “Well, at least we both came by it honestly.”
That prompted a snort from Virgil on his other side.
Perhaps it was the family banter that distracted Alan, perhaps Timothy was just that good, but when the gun appeared, none of them were ready.
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The car rumbled over a gravel pathway, entering though opened steel gates and down a road lined with tall pine trees. You craned your neck upwards, hand blocking out the sun in an attempt to see just how high they reached.
"Where are we?" You asked for the hundredth time, still hoping Ozo would give you even the slightest hint of where he had planned to take you. The whole time, he had avoided the question, and he did just the same now, grinning cheekily as he gave you same answer.
"You'll see when we get there!" He laughed at your exasperated sigh.
"You can't even give me just one hint?" You tried.
"[Y/N], you're smart. If I give you a hint, you'll know the answer straight away! Then there'd be no surprise!" He tutted, not giving in to your pouting, no matter how cute you looked. If he could get past Takashi, he could get past you. Albeit, with a lot more struggle.
And so, you waited, leg bouncing in anticipation as the road finally widened out, the trees dispersing to reveal a modern mansion, with large windows almost completely covering the entire front of it. It was pale in colour, it's tiled roof a matte black.
Ozo manoeuvred the car around the fountain in the front drive way, steadily coming to a halt.
"Where... Who's house is this??" You stated in bewilderment. How many mansions did this place have? Ozo only continued to remove his seatbelt, prompting you to do the same until he stopped you.
"Stay in the car for a sec. This isn't the final destination," with that, he jumped out of the car, walking up a small platform of stairs and knocking loudly on the large dark oak doors. You watched him as he leaned his weight on one foot, resting a hand in his pocket as the other fanned his face.
As you both waited for someone to arrive at the door, you began to think about who this person could be. If Ozo thought you would guess who it was easily, then that meant you had to have met this person before, right? You cupped your chin, brows furrowed as you thought further. You knew Chorosuke and Dayoko definitely didn't live here, Takashi lives in Iriabi, so it's not him... If Ozo lived here, then he wouldn't have to knock on the door... Then the only other person it could be was...
"Osomatsu-niisan!"
The doors swung open violently, a yellow blur tackling the driver, close to knocking him over. Ozo yelped in surprise, quickly melting into a laugh.
"Jyushimatsu!" Ozo patted his brother's back affectionately. "See, this is why you're my favourite!"
Ah, now the mansion made sense. Jyushimatsu was the son of the mayor here, so of course they would live in luxury.
As you observed the scene with a fond smile, you noticed that Jyushimatsu was actually wearing the paper bag he had with him the night before, his large eyes peering through the two holes haphazardly cut into the front of the brown paper. You wondered why he wore it; was he self-conscious?
'No,' you thought. 'If he was, he would've kept it on when we first met.'
"What are you doing here, niisan?" Jyushimatsu asked, leaning away.
"I'm taking [Y/N] around Akashika, to show her the sights and stuff," he glanced back at you. "Wanna come with us?"
The two caught eyes, an understanding glimmer flashing between them as Jyushimatsu nodded eagerly, already running towards the car. He jumped into the back seats — literally — and greeted you loudly.
"[Y/N]-chan!" He exclaimed happily, leaning through the gap between your front seats.
"Hello, Jyushimatsu!" His enthusiasm was infectious, your own smile widening greatly.
"You look really pretty today!" He added. "I can tell Osomatsu-niisan thinks so, too!" He pointed to said person as they sat themselves into the car, freezing at the sudden call-out. You giggled, cheeks flushing.
"I'm sure he does," your mind went back to the first car ride, unable to stop the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you watched Ozo's face darken to red. He glared at Jyushimatsu from the rear view mirror as he started up the car, driving away from the mansion.
"So you live here, Jyushimatsu?" You did Ozo a favour, diverting the subject easily.
"Yup! This is the Ogami Family Estate!" He pointed back to his home as it slowly disappeared from view. "My dad and I live here! You can visit anytime you like!"
You smiled, keeping the offer in mind. Ozo stayed silent, squinting at the road as he drove back the way he came, taking a left towards the mountain peaks in the distance.
"Boobs!" The sudden call from Jyushimatsu made you jump. You glanced back at him with a raised brow to see him pointing straight ahead towards the two twin peaks.
"He thinks they look like tits." Ozo's blunt explanation didn't help the burn of your skin.
"O-Oh..." you mumbled, shrinking slightly in your seat.
'That's one way to look at it, I guess...'
The rest of the car ride was mostly uneventful, the only noise coming from Jyushimatsu as he hummed a tune you hadn't heard before. It sounded like a nursery rhyme.
At one point, the stretch of road ahead of you was devoid of any trees or shade, allowing the sun to shine down on you with no mercy.
"Man, it's hot today...!" Ozo sighed, rolling down his window. You nodded, doing the same.
"Hey, Osomatsu nii-san..." Jyushimatsu called from the back, tired as he fanned himself. "Can't you put the AC on?"
"Ah, well..." Ozo laughed nervously. "I still haven't gotten it fixed yet..."
"What?!" Jyushimatsu cried. "I'm gonna die..!"
"How can you survive this summer heat when you're driving around all day?" You asked incredulously, peering over to the driver who was busy unbuttoning a third button from his shirt, tousling his hair to provide some kind of cool breeze for his head. His sleeves were sticking to his biceps, clinging onto his skin and defining his slightly toned arms.
"I don't." Ozo replied, not noticing your blatant stares, unlike a certain someone behind you. You heard Jyushimatsu giggle, making you avert your eyes with a silent huff in turn.
Soldiering through the dizzying heat, the car eventually pulled to a stop in front of the beginnings of a mountain trail. Clambering out, you squinted your eyes at the path as it trailed upwards.
"Are we climbing all the way up to the top?" Wearily, you took a subtle step back. Jyushimatsu laughed loudly, readjusting the paper bag on his head.
"Nope! Just a little further up this way!" He headed off, waving a hand back towards you and Ozo. "Let's go!"
The heavy slam of the trunk of the car caused you to turn around, watching as Ozo adjusted his grip on the handle of a blue and white box before following behind you.
"What's that?" Ozo glanced at you then down to the box, grinning.
"I always carry a few extra drinks with me on the job. Don't tell my boss, though!" He mockingly held a finger up to his lips, winking at you.
"Don't tell me there's only beer cans in there.." you raised a brow. As nice as the thought was, you weren't planning to get drunk during the day, especially on a mountain trail.
"Nah, 'course not!" Ozo waved a hand. "As much as I love my alcohol, a soda or too aren't so bad every now and then, too!"
You felt something slip around your wrist, your steps faltering. Recognising that warmth, your eyes widened slightly as Ozo's hand wrapped themselves around you again, gently tugging you forward along with him.
"Wouldn't want you to trip or anything, right?" His dark lidded eyes moved over to you from over his shoulder. His stare made you want to bury your face into your hands.
"Not when you're looking that gorgeous."
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Marichat: Serendipity: Fifty Marichat and Adrienette Kisses: Kiss Seventeen
Read it on AO3: Serendipity: Fifty Marichat and Adrienette Kisses: ...to distract.
“Marinette, My Love,” Chat Noir called gently as he frowned at the clock on his staff’s readout. “I think it’s time to call it quits. It’s getting kind of late.”
“What? What time is it?” She didn’t even look up from her sewing machine as she fed the fabric through, hands rock steady.
He propped himself up on the chaise. “One-o-five.”
“Meh. That’s not too bad. I can still get another hour or two of work in,” she replied with a subtle shrug of her shoulders so as not to throw off her stitch. Then she sighed and muttered, “I had hoped to be further along on the dress Clara Rossignol commissioned, but I’m not really used to working with such high-end fabric, so I’m having a little trouble with how it’s behaving.”
Chat made a mental note to bring his girlfriend presents of different types of expensive fabrics more often. If he split the gifts between Chat and Adrien, he’d be able to give her more without her scolding him for spending too much on her.
He’d finally found an upside to her thinking he was two separate people.
“You look like you’re getting the hang of it, though. You’re such a quick learner. I’m sure you’ll be able to finish in record time now that you’ve got some practice with it,” he encouraged, sitting up.
She blew out a breath, her bangs billowing up. “Maybe, but I’m still behind where I thought I’d be, and I need to get to work on my entry for the Dior contest if I’m going to meet the deadline in a month. I need to come up with something that’s really going to wow Maria Grazia Chiuri, so I want to be able to take my time with it.”
Chat got up and went over to her, depositing a kiss to the top of her head. “Tomorrow, Princess. Right now, you need to sleep…and I need to be taking my leave.”
She stopped sewing to turn and gawk at him. “You’re going home? After what your father said to you?” she snorted incredulously.
Chat winced, remembering Gabriel’s scowl and his clipped voice as he’d succinctly raked Adrien over the coals for fumbling an interview question that had caught him off guard.
Apparently, Adrien’s awkward response about his dating life had brought shame upon the family and dishonor to the company.
He only hoped that Gabriel hadn’t guessed the real reason why Adrien had kind of freaked out a little and stuttered for a full ten seconds when asked if there was a girl or guy he was interested in. The possibility of being outted on live, national television was kind of terrifying, so he thought that his reaction was understandable, but, according to Gabriel, Agrestes were prepared for any situation and conducted themselves with poise. No son of Gabriel’s would ever behave in such an undignified manner.
So, that was kind of like getting disowned for being bi, he figured. It felt like it at least.
He’d told Marinette that his father had given him a dressing down and soft-core disowned him for not living up to expectations during a company marketing event. Now he was wishing he would have come as Adrien so that he could tell her the truth, but he hadn’t been thinking straight in his rush to transform and get away.
“No,” he responded quietly. “I’m not going home tonight. Maybe, when I’m discovered missing by his assistant tomorrow morning, he’ll think about what he said to me. For now, I’m going to head over to the Liberty. I kind of want to talk to Luka, and even though your parents said it was okay for me to sleep over when I needed a safe space, I still feel kind of awkward. I don’t want your dad thinking we’re…like…you know.” He cringed.
She gave him a warm smile and a pat on the arm. “If you want, I can explain the asexual thing to them, if that’d make you more comfortable. I want you to feel at ease here.”
“I do,” he hurriedly assured. “I am. I just… Sleeping over would feel different now that we’re in a relationship. I kind of…” He chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying to get his thoughts together.
She waited patiently.
Chat took a long inhale and blew it out slowly. “Thank you. I kind of want sleeping over to be more romantic and special than me running away from my troubled home life.”
“Okay.” She nodded, taking it in stride. “All right. Whatever you need, Minou.” She slipped her hand into his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Why don’t you head out, then, so you get to bed at a decent hour? I’m sure someone’s still up on the Liberty. Text me when you get there, though. I’m just going to get a little further on this dress, and then I’ll turn in too.”
“Marinette, you need to call it a night,” he sighed, mentally shuddering at her idea of “a decent hour”.
“I’ll wrap up within the hour. Promise,” she insisted, an innocent look on her face as if she really believed herself.
His eyes narrowed and mouth tightened into a disbelieving frown. “Princess, I know you. You’ll get caught up in your work, lose track of time, and fall asleep at your machine. Has your therapist talked with you about your self-care habits? What does she say about you burning yourself out?”
She groaned and rolled her eyes, spinning around in her chair to face her sewing machine once more. “She says I need to slow down and not take on so much,” Marinette scoffed. “She says I don’t have to save the world single-handedly because it’s not like I’m Ladybug.”
Chat’s eyes widened as he stared at the back of his girlfriend’s head, suddenly feeling like he was seeing double.
“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” Marinette grumbled. “I gave her a piece of my mind about how Ladybug doesn’t save the world single-handedly. She saves Paris, and she’s only able to do it because she has you. There’s no ‘single-handedly’ about it,” she huffed indignantly, completely oblivious to her boyfriend’s internal panic.
Meanwhile, Chat Noir felt like he had been hit with a truck.
Marinette’s therapist didn’t know what she was talking about, and suddenly Marinette’s chart-topping stress levels and unwillingness to talk about her problems made a whole lot more sense.
“Shit,” Chat breathed.
“What? What’s wrong?” Marinette spun around in alarm, eyes scanning for danger.
“Nothing!” He quickly slapped on a neutral smile, hoping it didn’t register on her BS meter. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s great. Except for the fact that you’re not getting enough sleep. Let’s fix that.”
In a fluid motion, he scooped her up and slung her over his shoulder.
Marinette gave an indignant yelp as he carried her up the ladder to her loft followed by a squeak as he deposited her onto her bed.
“Chat Noir!” she protested.
He pushed her down, silencing her with his lips.
Quickly, her complaints were forgotten as she enthusiastically lost herself in the kiss.
“P-Please take better care of yourself,” Chat entreated breathlessly when he pulled back.
Some of the haze faded from Marinette’s eyes as her brow furrowed. “Minou?”
“Please,” he begged. “I love you so much, Marinette. You’re the most extraordinary, smart, talented, wonderful, giving person I know. I know you’re tough, but I’m afraid you’re going to break if you keep pushing yourself so hard, so…please try to take care of yourself at least half as well as you take care of everybody else. I’m worried about you.”
“Oh, Minou,” she sighed, reaching up to caress his face. “I’m sorry, Chat Noir. I’m working on it. There’s just so much to do and so few hours in the day. It’s hard to fit it all in.”
“I know,” he whispered tenderly, leaning in to nuzzle her forehead. “Believe me. I know how hard it is to juggle everything, so I get it, but the first item on your checklist needs to be you. You’re too young to abuse your health like this.”
“I’m working on it,” she mumbled self-consciously. “I’m seeing the therapist and trying her suggestions.”
“You’re doing a good job,” he praised, pressing a kiss to her temple. “and I’m so proud of you, Marinette.”
He pulled back to look her in the eye. “How can I help?”
“Help?” she echoed, blinking.
“Mmhm.” He nodded. “Is there anything I can do? Anything I can take off your plate? Like, can I do coffee runs for you or help you study for tests or do homework with you? Maybe we can sit down and look at your to do list and see if we can organize things better. Literally anything you can think of that I could do to make your life easier.”
“Oh, Chat Noir,” she sighed, a grateful smile stretching across her lips. “Thank you, but I couldn’t add more to your load. You’re busy enough with your own stuff.”
“Not too busy for you,” he objected, wearing a serious expression “I’m your partner, My La—Love,” he quickly covered his near-disastrous slip. “I’ve always got your back. We’re a team, so don’t be afraid to lean on me for support. That’s what I’m there for. I want to help.”
She studied his face for a moment, taking in his earnest expression.
She smiled, pressing her lips lightly to his. “Okay. You’re right. You’re my partner, and I shouldn’t be afraid to rely on you. I’ll brainstorm and let you know what you can do.”
A bright, relieved smile exploded onto his lips, rivaling the sun with its radiance. “Thank you, Marinette.”
“Thank you,” she stressed. “…All right. I think the first thing you can do is head out so that I can go to sleep before I lose all self-control and start working on Clara’s dress again.”
“Uh-oh. Can’t let that happen,” he chuckled, stealing a quick kiss for the road. “Night, night, Princess. Love you.”
“Love you,” she giggled, watching him go. “Don’t forget to text me when you make it safely to the Liberty.”
“Will do,” he promised, disappearing up through the skylight.
As he bounded across the rooftops, following the Seine to the Pont de Grenelle near where the Liberty was docked, he muttered to his kwami, “Plagg, remind me to text her when we get there because I think I’m going to be too preoccupied freaking out because my girlfriend is Ladybug.”
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The Pixie & The Bard: Ch. 1
Hi there. It’s been a while. I honestly just haven’t had the creative energy or motivation to write recently. I moved house and started working more and I’m about to start a new semester of university. What with the world being a flaming trash bin my brain hasn’t quite been up for much.
Welcome to all the new followers and thank you to everyone who’s stuck around. I’ve had this first chapter of a multi-chaptered fic sitting in my drafts for a while so I thought why not share. I hope you enjoy!
Summary: You’re working as a fairy at a Renaissance Festival in the New York countryside when you meet Charlie and Henry. A father and son who are quite the pair. You flirt with guests at the festival for fun all the time, but something feels different about this one . . .
CW/Tags: nothing major, just heavy flirting, awkward dad Charlie, literally too much Henry but I promise his relationship to reader is important, also E making up shit about renaissance faires, this is mostly just me longing to dress up like a fairy and go to a festival and watch people joust ok
Word Count: 2.6k
Chapter 1 - An Chance Encounter
The festival grounds are surrounded on all sides by forest. Trodden down dirt walking paths snake past vendors and performers, ultimately leading visitors to the main events in the center clearing. The Fairy Tree -as it is affectionately known by performers and guests alike- is your territory. The ancient sycamore tree looks like something right from the pages of a storybook with its sprawling roots, knotted trunk, and layers of thick branches.
Your inner child sprang out on your first day when your manager led you to the tree, explaining that your character should mostly keep in a close radius to it. She didn’t have to tell you twice. You were up the tree and swinging casually from the branches in minutes. Some of the other fairy cast members wander the festival, making mischief and spreading glitter. But you’re perfectly content to hang around your tree.
Of course you’re safe, never climbing too high or swinging too recklessly. You keep a little wooden flute at one hip and your bag of “fairy dust” at the other. Piping out mysterious tunes from up in the tree only to surprise guests who happened along past. If they have children you often toss a handful of sparkling fairy dust down, relishing their squeals of delight.
Today is Saturday. First Saturday to be exact. First Saturday is always the busiest, or at least that’s what the returning cast members have been telling you. First Saturday always falls on the first weekend when schools are closed for the summer, so the families turn out in droves. You likely won’t get a real break today; it’s all hands on deck.
You lean against the trunk of the old fairy tree, one arm hugged as far around it as you can. You’re only about ten feet up, but it feels like you’re part of the forest. A breeze rustles the leaves, bright and green for the start of summer. You close your eyes gently. In the distance you hear a horn sound and a wave of cheers rise up, carried by the breeze.
Afternoon tournament already? The day has flown by. Cast members don’t get to have any modern technology on hand while performing, so you tend to gauge the time by the schedule of festivities. Afternoon tournament started at two. You’d been up in the tree since lunchtime. The tournaments, which include jousting, sword fighting, and axe throwing, pull the biggest crowds. Meaning smaller attractions got a bit of a break.
Carefully you slide down to sit, resting your back against the trunk and balancing your legs horizontally along the length of the branch. You breathe in deeply, just listening for the familiar sounds of the tournament.
“Dad, look!” The whisper-shout of a young boy pulls you away from the quiet, but your first glance at the boy’s father nearly fells you from your perch. Tall, dark, and built like one of the festival’s knights. He’s focused on his phone, typing furiously. The boy tugs at his father’s sleeve, trying very hard not to look away from you, as if he’s afraid you might disappear.
“What is it, Henry?” It isn’t sharp, just distracted, offhanded, but the bassy richness of the man’s voice sends a flutter to your chest.
“There’s a lady up in the tree! Look!” You smile down at the boy, Henry, leaning forward a bit so that the iridescence of your wings catches the light, and you wave. The dad glances up briefly from his phone only to do a double take.
“Hail and well met, gentlemen!” You called, pitching your voice up and putting on your character’s fairy accent. “Ye wouldn’t happen to be lost would ye?”
Henry is quick to speak up, “My dad is trying to get a good phone signal!” The dad’s face turns a ridiculous shade of pink, his expression sheepish and embarrassed. You giggle, swinging your legs over the side of the branch so they dangle.
“I dunno what that is, young lad, but perhaps he’d have better luck with a carrier pigeon?” One of the top rules was to always stay in character. No talking about modern life. Immersion is key and after all you’re here to make magic. But Henry seems confused.
“You don’t know what a phone signal is? Don’t you have a phone?” Ah so he’s one of those smart kids. Before you can say anything, Henry’s father cuts in.
“She’s a fairy, Henry, look. Fairies don’t have phones.” The dad explains, gently. His voice is practiced, as though he has to explain a lot to his son. You nod along with him, crossing your ankles and propping your chin on your hand.
“Aye, he’s right!” You chime in, “And you two look like . . . hmmm.” You scrunch your face in consternation for a moment. “Ah! I know! A knight and his squire?” You point from father to son.
Henry starts to laugh and his father smiles, looking from you to his son and back.
“Yes! Young squire Henry and the brave knight Sir . . .” You trail off, gesturing towards the boy’s father.
“Charlie,” He finishes, holding your gaze steadily. You feel your grin widen and you tilt your head, reminding yourself to stay in character.
It’s not like flirting with guests is discouraged; actually, it’s almost expected of most fairy cast members. You’ve just never been caught off guard like this before. Something about this man, Charlie, sends your heart racing. Perhaps because he seems far too dashing for a dad, or maybe it’s how quickly he is willing to play into the immersion of your job.
“So the brave knight, Sir Charlie, and young squire Henry find themselves at the Fairy Tree.” You slide yourself over to the trunk and begin climbing down, using the little foot and hand holds nailed into the tree. “Trying to relay a message with no luck?”
When you reach the ground, Henry bolts over to you. “Why didn’t you just fly down?”
You crouch down to his height. “Flying for me is like running for you. It’s so exhausting!”
Henry nods, understanding, and looks back over his shoulder at his dad, still standing a ways back. Charlie smiles at the two of you before glancing back at his phone.
“My dad is trying to send a picture of me to my mom.” There it is. You feel something in your chest sink a little. You should’ve expected it really. Hot dad and cute kid? There has to be a mom somewhere in the picture. Henry, unaware that his simple statement shook you, continues on. “She lives in LA, but I get to come see my dad every month. He likes to take me to do things like this.” Oh, hot divorcee dad.
“And what have ye done around the festival today, young lad?” You actually smile as Henry carries on in that childlike way, just talking. Simple statements. Pouring out their day for you.
The two of you plop down to the forest floor. Henry absentmindedly plays with the grass and pebbles. You pluck a couple of clovers from the grass and begin stringing them together. Usually the fairies are encouraged to tell stories to the children, but this particular child seems happy to tell you the story of his day. Henry is just finishing up recounting how they had eaten turkey legs and french fries for lunch when his dad approaches.
“I’m surprised to see such an adventurous pair missing the tournament,” You remark, handing Henry the bracelet of clovers you had woven while he was talking. “But I’m glad to hear your stories, young Henry.”
“There’s a tournament?” Henry’s eyes light up as you slip into your role, telling him all about the lore of the festival.
“Why of course, young Henry! Every sixth day the King holds tournaments where our bravest and strongest knights may show their skill! There’s sword fighting and jousting and horses, and of course all the fair maidens of the kingdom come as well!” You try to avoid looking up at Charlie, squatting down beside his son, for fear of stumbling over your words. “The fairy folk like me perform great songs and dances for the royal court, and all the guests like you cheer and awe at all the talent!”
Henry is hanging on your every word, completely frozen and enraptured in your performance.
“Unfortunately for you, the tournament for today is probably just finishing up.” Seeing the boy’s face start to sink with disappointment you add, “But! After the tournament the fairy folk will lead a parade back to this very tree and we’ll tell stories! There’s always a bit o’ music with our stories. I play this!” You pull your flute from its slot on your belt and hold it up for Henry, whispering your next sentence. “If you and Sir Charlie aren’t in a rush, I suggest you stick around, the parade should be arriving any minute now.”
“Can we stay, dad?” Henry turns excitedly towards his father, eyes still wide. Charlie’s face breaks into a full grin that goes all the way to his eyes which crinkle at the corners. A noticeable dimple also appears on his cheek. Stay in character, you have to remind yourself.
“Of course, honey, if you want to.” Charlie places a hand gently on his son’s back.
It seems as though Charlie’s about to say something to you, but before he can you’re overtaken by the sound of jingling bells, flutes, and footsteps crunching along the dirt path.
“The parade!” Henry scrambles to his feet, turning in the direction of the noise.
You catch Charlie’s gaze as you both move to stand up as well. He mouths a silent “Thank you.” You smile and give him a wink, lifting your flute to your lips. Moving quickly, you dance back to the tree and climb up to hang by one hand from one of the handholds nailed into the trunk. The tune of your flute matches up with the commotion coming up the path.
At least once a day, a large group arrives at the Fairy Tree led by cast members like yourself. It’s part of the job, performing like that. So why are you so nervous?
The parade rounds the forest bend, finally coming into sight. Two fairy cast members lead the group, one with a tambourine, the other a pan flute. A dozen or so children are close behind with a couple more fairies mixed in. Bemused parents and adult stragglers make up the rear.
“Aha!” The performer with the tambourine, halts the parade and points to you. “Kind guests and members of the parade, this is our sister Dewdrop!”
You hop back down to the ground, lowering your flute, and slip into the loose script that formed around storytime each day. “Are we to tell these fine folks a story today, Evergreen?”
And with your line, you settle. This is just your job. You do this every day. Every day there’s a new story. Every day there’s a new crowd.
You and the other fairies sit the little ones down on “toadstool” seats while the adults gather around. Henry choses the seat closest to where you stand, you notice, so you make sure to give him a smile when you can. Like a good actor, you dance your eyes across the crowd, trying to bounce rather than stick to anyone in particular. But.
But you can’t help but get stuck on Charlie. He’s watching you so intently, occasionally glancing down at Henry as he laughs at all the silly jokes and goofs. Today’s story is one about how the king of the festival was trapped and magicked to dance for eternity by the trickster pixies until a kind hearted fairy saved him. The stories are always a bit silly like that.
When you and the other fairies take your final bow, all conducting the children in a chorus of “The end!” and tossing handfuls of fairy dust, you make eye contact with Charlie again. Everyone is clapping politely. He’s smiling at you. You hold his gaze for just one second longer. He’s the first to look away, clearing his throat and raising his gaze to the treetops. You barely have time to process what just happened before Henry is tugging at your skirt.
“You didn’t tell me your name is Dewdrop!” He exclaims, somehow still thriving off of the high energy of the show.
You giggle, dropping down to his level. “You never asked, young Henry!”
“That’s a funny name.” He scrunches his nose in such an innocent way you can’t help but smile.
“Well all the fairies are named a bit differently than you humans.” You explain, “We’re given names that connect us to nature and-”
“Wait a second!” Henry interrupts and suddenly runs over to his dad.
They converse softly for a moment, Charlie leaning down so Henry can whisper in his ear. Charlie seems to be thinking hard about whatever his son is saying. He flicks his eyes over to you for what seems like a millisecond, you can’t even be sure he did look at you. Then he nods and Henry scampers back over to you.
“My dad says we can come back tomorrow! I want to see the fighting and the contests like you said!” Your heart seems to stop for a second before you become very aware of it beating in your ears.
“That - That’s wonderful, young lad!” You shake yourself back to this fantasy that is reality. “You must stop by the tree and say hello then.” You chance a look over at Charlie to find his eyes locked on you. He smiles and gives a slight nod of his head.
He steps forward reaching for his son’s hand. “Alright, Henry, let’s get going now and let our friend get back to doing … fairy stuff.” Henry’s face scrunches in a way that your years of working around children tell you he’s not thrilled at the idea of leaving. So you swoop in with a little assist.
“Sir Charlie’s right, young lad.” You take a pinch of fairy dust from the pouch on your belt, “I’ve got official fairy business to attend to around the festival. But here, I’ll give you a bit of parting sparkle so that you’ll shine until we meet again!” With a flourish, you dust Henry’s flower bracelet with the glittery powder.
That seems to satisfy the young boy as he gives you a toothy grin and turns to leave with a quick “Bye! See you tomorrow!”
“Well hang on just a second!” You decide to milk this moment a tiny bit more, just for fun. “That’s no way to leave a proper lady! Give us a bow and a fare thee well!”
Henry looks confused for a second but Charlie elbow’s him lightly. “Like this,” he whispers. He executes a wonderfully low bow, crying out “Fare thee well, Dewdrop! We shall return on the morrow!” in an over the top sort of faux English accent.
You laugh, fully, almost definitely out of character. That’s when Charlie looks up from his bow, holding your eyes as he rises back up to his full height. After a second, he clears his throat and elbows at Henry again, muttering “Your turn.”
Henry does his best to imitate his father, but his bow is a bit shaky. “Fare thee well, Dewdrop! We shall . . . Dad what is it?”
“We shall return on the morrow,” Charlie mumbles, failing to conceal a smile.
“We shall return tomorrow!” Henry finishes and stands back upright.
As the two of them finally start down the dirt trail you call after them. “Safe travels, Sir Charlie and Squire Henry! T’was a true pleasure that our paths should cross!”
“Bye!” Henry yells back.
Charlie looks over his shoulder at you one more time. You wave. He smiles. And then they turn the corner. And they’re gone.
#i can't promise anything about when i'll update this but i just want at least this chapter to exist in the world#charlie barber fanfic#charlie barber/reader#charlie barber/you#charlie barber x reader#charlie barber x you#marriage story fanfic#renaissance festival au#the pixie & the bard#e's writing
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Who’s ready for a barely-edited unhinged somewhat drunken rant to my friends about Jiang Cheng?
ME: okay so here is why jiang cheng is THE BEST and I will fite anyone who doesn't like him. first off when we first meet him he is obviously supposed to be a dick, like I didn't like him at first either, I was like "what the fuck is this guy's problem" but O MY FRIENDS do we ever find out what his problem is.
here we have this guy who we see is very talented, very strong, cares a lot about doing A Good Job and his appearance. oh yes Jiang Cheng cares so much about his reputation and this is portrayed as kind of a weakness/flaw, which isn't totally inaccurate. But WHY is he like this?? Because his parents suck essentially
like the whole part where he's like "my dad doesn't like me because he doesn't like my mom" is super telling because do we ever see in the show any affection shown to jc from his parents? basically like twice: the one time his mom hugs him and he's like O_O omg mom is hugging me???? this has never happened what do???? which, oh no baby
and then when he is having his golden core transplant and we see the flashback to when he was a CHILD. like the one time with his brother and sister and parents and they are happy and smiling and calling for him to join and he sees his little child self running... and then TEARS OF BLOOD OH NO
so basically like, his dad sucks for being strict with him and not really fathering him at all, his mom is basically straight up abusive. he never gets shown affection by ANYONE except for Yanli and Wei Ying. So obviously those are his two primary relationships.
but the thing is he wants that parental approval SO BAD. that's why he has all this pressure to be like, the perfect clan leader's son, the perfect young cultivator, etc etc. Literally any flaw will be pounced on by his mom or just ignored by his dad. Like he's just trying to get his dad to acknowledge him and his mom to maybe not yell at him?
meanwhile wwx is just dicking around and being contrary and like, jc wants that. It's why he's always with him. It's why he's there with the Party Room at the cloud recesses having the alcohol with huiasang, it's why he's always by wwx's side, and it's why he makes that comment, when have I ever dodged a punishment with you?
like he's incredibly fiercely loyal to wwx because even though he has this inferiority thing, especially since his dad really IS kinder and more affectionate to wwx, wwx is the one person he can depend on
like yanli is obviously an emotional support to both of them and basically a surrogate mother, but she's not anywhere near their level of cultivation and he's like, obviously we must protect her. like what can she really do to protect either of them? so they both take it upon themselves to protect her
like I don't know how much you saw of the anime or whatever R but in that one/the novel the scene where Jin Zixuan disses her is way harsher
R: :gasp:
ME: and jc wants to punch him and wwx shoves him out of the way precisely because he knows that he, wwx, can be the unruly child and fuck up
R: I haven't watched past the first episode of the anime yet, and in the show it's ?????
ME: so he is protecting jc because jc would END that guy for attacking his sister
oh yeah they want to fucking kick his ass
R: But wow, yeah in the novel it's really clear that wwx is like 'I got him'
ME: like wwx is literally protecting jc because he knows that would cause all sorts of interclan drama. I mean he also wants to fuck the guy up too but the thing is that wwx always trusts jc to do the right thing. out on the night hunt with the wen clan when they have no swords and he goes to help lan zhan? he's like, I gotta it's the right thing, and jc is all like, you gotta worry about yourself? like wwx just goes off because he knows that jc will be fine on his own. he trusts his strength
we see it later in the cave with the slaughter xanwu (sp) where jc is the one who goes swimming and finds the exit and leads people out, and he's like desperately trying to get wwx out and is all I WILL COME BACK FOR YOU
but wwx is like, nah jc will definitely get us help. it's only a matter of time. NO DOUBT. AT ALL
MARLOWE: WALKED TO YUNMENG AND BACK
NO REST
NO CREDIT
ME: and jc is basically constantly like I love you but you keep getting into these situations, and you don't understand that I would fucking die for you. because what would I do without you???
because like he's one of the only two people who shows that he loves jc. and of course jc doesn't know how to like, express love back, because his parents are awful, and it's constantly about looking good. any flaw is pounced on. so he hides it behind this aloof sardonic demeanor, and we see it later when he's constantly like, I'll break your legs to jin ling, and then jin ling is like, pft he's never even touched me
because it's that kind of just, I care about you so much and I don't know how to say it because I have been taught that openly expressing emotion is weakness and I have to shut the fuck up
so instead he hides everything behind this whole *scoffs* face. but you constantly see that he is totally loyal to wwx. he's so worried when he starts getting haunted. he doesn't understand why wwx, who always supported him, who SWORE that he would be his main disciple and main supporter, who would be the lan zhan to his lan xichen, is suddenly not carrying his sword and acting weird? and he's like, I have basically no power, our whole clan got murdered, I'm coasting on the lasting goodwill and good name of the jiang clan and doing my best, and you always had my back even with your sass and... suddenly you're cold to me? he disappears for three months
THREE MONTHS
HE IS SO WORRIED
he's looking everywhere along with lan zhan
they FIND HIM
he's obviously super haunted
but then jc HUGS HIM
which is this huge, like, he actually initiates physical contact
he breaks that aloofness because he is so happy and relieved
and wwx DOES NOT HUG BACK
LIKE
MY HEART BREAK
R: oh noooooh jesus
ME: so then the whole thing with the wen clan but like
R: :cries tears: oh no
ME: he's all okay so I betray you, and jc is like, but, you swore you'd be my guy. and at first it's like they are still in touch though right
R: yah like on the down low
ME: like, I can't protect you from other clans, so wwx is like okay we will say I left so that way the jiang clan doesn't get blamed for this. so wwx is still protecting jc
R: nrghg in the show that line is the worst I was just ack yes
ME: but jc doesn't really have the power to do anything to help him except support him secretly. like the whole thing where yanli is gonna have a baby and it was jc's idea to have wwx give him the courtesy name, but he doesn't want to admit it because again he just. can't. express emotion. because like imagine him trying to have an emotion at his parents. SHUT DOWN. so he's still just struggling to express anything to anyone really and this is another one of those gestures that he loves wwx. but then the super haunting happens right, and wen ning kills Jin Zixuan, and jc is like
YOU SAID YOU HAD IT UNDER CONTROL
and it's because he TRUSTED him totally, because wwx is his brother and loves him! but he has just hurt the one other person he loves, yanli
R: He's trying so hard to just keep a hold of him just a little oh my god
and he's always been this like...gosh flawed but also flawless?
ME: and he doesn't know what to do because the thing is he's always had faith in wwx's skills, he never would have thought that he would lie to him or betray him but now it's like, fucking haunted. murders the husband. then shows up and yanli gets killed. and yeah yanli dies actually protecting wwx but the thing is jc is like
YOU HAD
ONE JOB
PROTECT YANLI
because that's what they did as brothers. because that was like, their mom, you know???? like their affection mom??? so jc has lost his sister and also his brother, and has NO ONE
R: the one who actually made them food and gave them hugs T_T
ME: and of course he like, loses his shit and is like GO TO HELL because, his entire world has crumbled
R: yes T_T yes T_T of course
ME: he had two people to count on and one is dead and the other betrayed him by causing the other to die, by not having his back like he SWORE, and this is basically the only person who ever demonstrated that he was loved at all. if he doesn't have that what does he even have?
but like, IMMEDIATE regret
we hear about the constant hunting for his body, trying to summon his soul, the single minded dedication to finding him, because what's killing him is of course he regrets his part in wwx's death, but also - why? why did his brother, who he trusted more than anyone, who trusted HIM, who always believed in HIS skills, and HIS dedication, unlike his parents, who he was never good enough for, why did he betray him? like.... you know he's basically sitting there: was it something I did? was I not good enough for you?
you see it with the jealousy with lan zhan. you discarded me for the amazing hanguan jun? WHY AM I NEVER GOOD ENOUGH
and so he's obsessed with trying to get that closure. he Has To Know. and at the end he finally gets an answer. all the weird behavior, the haunting, not having the sword, going everywhere with wen ning as bodyguard - because wwx made the ultimate sacrifice for him - he gave him his golden core. and like, how could... how could anything ever compare to that
like he's crushed because that all happened because he gave himself up to save wwx, and got his core crushed, and was tortured, but he had to save his brother! THE ONLY FAMILY HE HAD LEFT. THE ONLY ONE WHO LOVED HIM. not to discount Yanli but... not the same. just not the same
so he's been sitting there this whole time going: I got my core crushed for you, I was tortured for you, I almost lost cultivation forever for you, and you threw me under the fucking bus, and then he finds out that no, he was good enough the whole time. like, what could wwx possibly give lan zhan that would ever top that, honestly? it's the ultimate affirmation that his relationship with jc WAS important and DID matter and he DID love him. and then he finally gets his apology for how wwx doesn't have his back and just, TEARS FOREVER
CRIES IN FRONT OF EVERYONE
FUCK ALL Y'ALL I AM GONNA HAVE AN EMOTION
and then does he tell wwx about how he got his core crushed? no. because it doesn't matter now. because all that matters is that he knows that wwx loved him. and for once, it's not a competition. he finally knows it's really, truly mutual
and even though there's all these years of bitterness and misunderstanding, like, suddenly he can look back and have the feeling of "he really never stopped loving me" and suddenly he's not so totally alone any more
R: Oh. *OH* I wondered why he didn't tell him.
ME: and NOW all I want is for him to give Jin Ling a goddamn hug
yeah if he told him... it would feel like that one-upmanship again. and I think that jc has finally realized he's good enough. and he doesn't need to do that
R: :flaps hands::flaps hands: it makes sense
ahh
that was the missing piece for me
oh gosh ahh
ME: GROWTH
R: growth!!!!!
ME: but yeah like, jc was literally just sitting there like, what the fuck, I would have died for you, I almost DID fucking die for you, and you turn around and won't wear a sword to support me so that we look like a strong united front with these other clan leaders?and yes, meng yao was right - he should have stood up for wwx and been like "yeah whatever he can do what he wants" instead of acting doubtful. but of course he was doubtful. does wwx even ever touch him after he comes back totally haunted? like definitely not in the same way. I'd have to go back and see
but he's sitting there like, I don't understand! and he can't express himself, and wwx doesn't help because EVERYTHING IS A FUCKING JOKE. WHEN IS HE SERIOUS. WHEN IS HE FUCKING SERIOUS
so jc is like... has it been a joke the whole time? have I been a joke to you the whole time? and that's the catharsis at the end - nope. not a joke. it was real. it was really, really real. you were right to love him and to trust him. all this bad shit, it's not like wwx is innocent, but it WASN'T him. he gets his apology, but more importantly he gets the affirmation that he's really loved and deserving and good enough. and that's like, what he needs the most
he's "parenting" jin ling this way because it's what his parents did to him and he became a good cultivator, so, like, yeah, but also because he wants everyone to know that jin ling is Good Enough, and this is the best way he knows how
SO
THOSE ARE SOME OF MY THOUGHTS
HOPE YOU ENJOYED
MARLOWE: So many feels T_T
Hug all these boys
R: oh gosh your thoughts are wonderful that moment at the end and he's just like 'ah' gnrghghg T_T
ME: RIGHT
like he just looks after wwx and lz, and thinks back, and has a little smile because like, no it was worth it
imagine how much that must have haunted him. like, "I got my core crushed for you! and you betrayed me! I should have let them take you!" but feeling SO TORN because how could he NOT protect his brother? and finally being able to feel okay with that decision for real
R: ahhh
:clutches heart:
MARLOWE: On the way home he spontaneously hugs Jin Ling
Who thinks he’s being strangled or murdered
ME: O_O
WUT IS HOPPEN
IS FINALLY TIME OF BREAKING LEGS X_X
MARLOWE: YES EXACTLY
Jin Ling’s spirit leaves his body
ME: yes
R: ahahaha just a little ghost right out his mouth
ME: then jc is all like
lets him go with a shove and scoffs
pft
let's go
stop standing there with your face like that
MARLOWE: T_T uncle
R: ahaha oh no
ME: but yes also jc cares like so so much and is just constantly doin his best
like yeah he's competitive and a perfectionist but also the jiang clan got wiped the fuck out and in "present" timeline it's still one of the four most powerful clans!he did that!he's harsh and arrogant but skilled and fiercely loyal and obviously cares about making sure that the jiang clan's reputation is as impeccable as possible and you can see how loyal its members are to him. like all these disciples aren't from nowhere. they all had to come in y'know? because so many were murdered by wen fucking chao. and as strict and harsh as he is like, I can just see him being an extremely dedicated teacher, doing his best to make every cultivator in his sect as good as possible
unlike certain assholes who may have totally deserved death by gangbang
MARLOWE: what
ME: what?
MARLOWE: that took a sudden turn
ME: jin guanshan or whatever is a douche fuck that guy
if we're talking clan leaders
just saying
R: XD
MARLOWE: OHHHH
ok i'm back on board all is clear
ME: did you forget
about
death by gangbang
because it's a Real Plot Point
R: OH
THAT GUY
OH MY GOD
MARLOWE: I JUST WANSN'T EXPECTING 'DEATH BY GANGBANG' AS A SUDDEN TURN IN YOUR DEBATE POINT
R: :cackling:
MARLOWE: passionate and thoughtful defense of jiang cheng's virtues as a sect leader
unlike some people and their death by gangbang
#the untamed#mdzs#jiang cheng#wei wuxian#meta#jc trash#I never post anything this is embarrassing#op#BROS
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Fair warning, this is a very long post! I absolutely love, love, love that we get to see that flashback of him actually making the lucky charm bracelet, wondering if it’s good enough to give Marinette, actually getting Plagg’s and Nathalie’s opinion. He’s just that worried about making sure it’s good enough for her. Wow I love my sunshine boy. Adrien was literally going to talk about how amazing Marinette is to his father before he cut him off. He was actually starting to do it! Ahhh that makes my heart so happy. “Please father! Marinette deserves to have all her friends there.” Just the fact that he begged him so he could go see her on her special day. sniffs I’m not crying tears of joy! ;~; Oh wow, we never thought about Lila possibly being there in Befana but yikes. “I thought you were supposed to be protecting Adrien from Marinette. The one you said was a bad influence.” Okay, so the disgusting part where Hawk Moth is using this and Marinette to chaos havoc aside, it sounds like Gabriel doesn’t actually believe that Marinette’s a bad influence on Adrien. Which I really appreciate and hope it means something later.
Lila: “Will you keep your promise if I succeed?”
Literally the only reason she gets to model with Adrien at the end. And remember, Adrien can’t refuse to work with her as his father arranged it, so he’s pretty much stuck with this.
Ms. Bustier: “Today someone placed an anonymous note in my mailbox, claiming that you’d stolen the exam answers. And it looks the anonymous person was right.”
Notice even Chloe is just outright shocked?
Yes Alya and Adrien standing up for her! And Rose too. At least at first.
Okay, really, if she fell down that massive flight of stairs, she’d have worse than a injured knee. Just saying. She’d be taken away in an ambulance and instructed not to move in case of neck injuries. C’mon adults, isn’t this a bit suspicious happening at once at this point?
“My daughter is not a thief!”
Just watched Rogercop the other day with a friend, it’s sad and interesting this line is being used again.
Wow. Framed for stealing Lila’s necklace and having it exposed to the entire class. That sucks so much. How embarrassing to have to be in such a situation. Accused of 3 crimes in one day? Psh, overplaying it Lila.
Alix: Angry
Mylene: Disappointed
Alya: Shocked
Sabine: Crying
Adrien: Sad because he knows exactly what’s going on and knows she’s innocent.
“You know I’m innocent, don’t you, Adrien?”
The look of anger on his face as he looks at Lila after she says this. Oh how I love this so much. If this must be done at all, this is what I want to come from it.
You know, it’s really sick. It’s really sick that this sweet boy goes and tells his father about how wonderful his friend is, how her friends love and care about her, and that he cares so much about too, and he uses her, ultimately hurting him, to get what he wants. Adrien’s essentially fueling Hawk Moth without even knowing. How utterly disgusting. My poor baby’s being used in the worst way by his own father.
Chloe protecting Sabrina instead of pushing her in front as a shield to protect herself shows so much character growth, I’m very proud of her.
Verity Queen. Princess Justice.
Does this confirm later their akumatizations? Because oof I’m afraid of Marinette getting akumatized. Especially after she was going to take off her earrings to give to Hawk Moth, had Nathalie not suddenly fallen into a coughing fit!
Okay, I’m going to say this: This today was a good example of why they should know about their identities. Had Adrien known, he would’ve more likely been able to keep her calm enough from being akumatized at all, or if not that, prevent her from giving him the earrings.
I still feel that way right now, the cons of them knowing outweigh the pros, but that is definitely a pro!
Alya being on Marinette’s side, even though it looks bleak and she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to prove her innocence. That’s all I ask is that she believes.
I seriously can’t believe her parents are like, until we find another school for you to go to, you have to work here at the bakery, starting right now.
That’s pretty much believing their daughter was guilty of everything she’s been accused of and that’s so horribly wrong. Okay, she’s not able to go to school right now. That’s out of their control. But you’re going to punish her, too, and prevent her from getting to the bottom of what happened so she’s allowed back at school?
“I want to help you.” “Never at that cost. Never at that cost again.” This just raises the question again at why Emilie wore the Miraculous in the first place, and why she wore it to the point that it put her in the state she’s in now. If Gabriel’s first use of the Butterfly was the Stoneheart episodes, she was using it only on her own. But what is this Miraculous capable of that she was so desperate to use it for, and why was she? Lol @ detective Alya. Too bad the lockers just so happened to be clean right before she got there. :/ True love right there, that Nathalie would very easily give up her life for Gabriel’s (and Adrien’s) happiness. Why can’t she just love someone else? Dx I know she said in Stormy Weather 2 she wonders if she shouldn’t have taken the job, and she’s right. She’s not even allowed to answer her own phone because she’s being punished for something she didn’t even do? Again, wow. “Don’t tell me. We have to go and help your Lady.” I love how Plagg’s annoyed at going to help Ladybug, and Adrien’s response is, “She and I are on the same team, Plagg. We’ll help Marinette.” as if Plagg likes and prefers Marinette over Ladybug. I already figured that, but I like how Adrien was reassuring Plagg he was going to help her. x3 “Chat Noir, I don’t feel so good.” LOL I can’t believe they put this in. XD “There’s something wrong,” HIS VOICE QUIVERED. MY HEART IS NOT OKAY. That’s NOT OKAY. “we’re supposed to be nearly invulnerable.” Wow. So I know that Mayura’s making Sentimonster Ladybug say these things, but two things: One, I feel like this is exactly what Ladybug feels about Chat. “I’ve always gone out of my way to hide my feelings for you.” Bingo! Chat: “I thought you said you loved somebody else?“ Did you guys see that look of shock on Nathalie’s face? Oh gosh. Oh no oh no oh no. Oh no. Oh heck no! Because now, she will give this information to Gabriel, and they’re going to try to figure out who Ladybug does love! And that would be Adrien! asdkjflg this is going to get real. “Your feelings haven’t changed, but mine are growing stronger every day. I can’t keep pretending anymore.” I really do think she’s pretending she doesn’t have any feelings for him, to keep them and everyone else safe. I also get the feeling that some of what Mayura’s saying can be applied to herself and Gabriel too? Okay, Chat was scarily close to having his Miraculous taken. But oh my gosh at Ladybug hurling them apart with that brute force. XD Sentimonster: Listen to your heart! Ladybug: Listen to your brain! Chat wanted to listen to his heart and believe that she really loved him. Oh ugh why must they hurt me so? “OHHH I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FELL FOR THAT!” Totally laughing, but he wants to believe so much that you love him. :c “I’m sorry, Kitty, but you should have known. I’m nowhere near as perfect as her.” Ouch. “I love you just the way you are, m’lady.” Awwwwww. How could anyone not love these two? Sentimonster Ladybug may in their opinion be perfect, but he’d take imperfect yet authentic Ladybug any day. Sentimonster: gets a massive gun of destruction Ladybug: gets a fork “Okay, you’re definitely the real one!” XD Gabriel: Nooroo, why didn’t you wake me up?! Nooroo: I couldn’t bring myself to, Master, you were sleeping so peacefully! Lol first humor scene with them I think? I like that Ladybug gave the sentimonster her freedom and asked if she could help them. That’s so sad that she got destroyed by Mayura, but her disappearing would’ve been inevitable anyway. Dx Chat just saw some version of Ladybug being taken away from him. Again. And reacts with rage. He’s clearly been traumatized from Desperada and Party Crasher. Whoa dang, Hawk Moth vs Chat Noir. Was not prepared for this. :O “Getting sentimental on a sentimonster?” “You’re the real monster!” “Oh, that. You’ll find out very soon.” Yikes. Chat calling his own dad Grandpa. XD I can’t. I just can’t. Hawk Moth just throwing his own son off a building so cruelly like that. Doesn’t matter that he knows or not, he knows they’re kids. So Ladybug has Mayura in her hands. She could easily have just taken her Miraculous anyway, but there was no way she was going to let her kitty be harmed. “You had Mayura right where you wanted her. I could’ve managed by myself, why’d you do that?!” “Because we’re Ladybug and Chat Noir. Ladybug by itself doesn’t sound half as cool.” “You shouldn’t say things like that to me.” OOF. Then he puckers up, and she puts a finger on his lips and says, “But the real Ladybug’s heart still belongs to someone else.” “Ha, I should have guessed that too.” I love how they’re both smiling throughout the scene. No bad feelings or animosity. And I also love that not once, has she never said “I don’t like you” to Chat. It’s always been “I like someone else.” This really means something! I feel like this episode is really foreshadowing Ladynoir stuff. I also find it sweet and sad they’re both attached to Bugette. xD “Your idea was brilliant, but you don’t need a Miraculous to help me.” she sure doesn’t oh no. What’s she going to do next? “There was something else you needed Mayura for. To find the Guardian.“ “I’m not so sure anymore.” Not sure I like where this is going :/ Wait, his name is Giuseppe? I thought it was Vincent! :O Gotta make a note to change some fanfics later..... “Your papa’s new muse is incredible.” THEY’RE GOING TO BE MODELING A LOT TOGETHER OH NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. DISGUSTING! I can’t believe he’s allowing such a thing! “She’s Italian, just like me!” I have Italian ancestors, why does that matter Giuseppe? She’s a disgrace to all Italians everywhere. Adrien: “Would you mind leaving us alone for a second?” in his normal Adrien voice. As he walks over to the chair, did you hear him grunt out of frustration? Then he just sits down and doesn’t even look at her. Which reminds me of his father. Adrien: “I warned you once already, Lila, but you didn’t listen. You hurt my friend Marinette, and that’s not okay." he says in a deep, angry voice. Yesssss! I’ve wanted this for so long! STAND UP FOR THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE. Also, he warned her not to hurt the people he loves. So he’s pretty much admitting he loves her without saying so. Ahahaha I don’t care if he thinks it’s only as friends, he loves her. x3 “I don’t know how to prove you lied Lila, because you’re good at it. So you’ll have to come up with another lie just as convincing. Only this time it’s going to prove Marinette’s innocent.” “Why would I do that?” “Because we’re friends, aren’t we?” Okay, Angry Adrien’s a bit scary but I’m so here for it! I’ve never heard him sounding so cold. You don’t hurt his Marinette. You harm her, you’ll have him to answer to. Again, really disgusted with Marinette’s parents sympathizing and caring about Lila. My mom would’ve seen past her lies and been on my side the entire time. I just don’t see how parents like hers that have always thought so highly of their daughter and know her so well would buy into this. But I suppose that goes to show the kind of power Lila has over everyone. Also is sad that after all this, Marinette is still nice towards Lila. She’s just too good. “As you said. Things aren’t always as they seem to be at first sight.” Hmmmm well this certainly is going to mean some things later. That disgusted look on Marinette’s face when she saw Lila and Adrien’s photos on TV. XD Like she can’t even believe how things keep turning out with this girl. But the way this episode ended, this was so not the end of all of this. As this was supposed to be the last episode before the 2 season finale episodes, I’d bet that it’ll continue then. If not, beginning of S4. Oh my, are we even ready for this?
#ml#miraculous ladybug#miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir#ml spoilers#ml season 3 spoilers#ladybug#ladybug spoilers#adrien agreste#alya cesaire#marinette dupain-cheng#chat noir#mayura#hawk moth#gabriel agreste#nathalie sancoeur#thoughts#reaction
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Part 8 / ?. You know that time in December when there are too many holidays all squished together? That’s this part. Nothing else I promised at the end of the last part has happened yet, but soon! Soon.
Once again some new packs have come out. I’m not sure I want them to do Strangerville, but I’ve already done some stuff with Get Famous and Island Living, either in this part or the next one, which is also complete and just needs to be edited.
Winterfest morning dawns at Ibushi’s new house.
That greenhouse is way, way, way bigger than he needs, but I don't care. I just got so sick of his miniscule greenhouse at his starter home.
On the inside, the house is extremely green, and where it's not green, it's full of mismatching wood tones. You can blame that on me, if you like (except for the mismatching wood tones, that’s 99% EA's fault). I blame myself. I built this house ages ago and I judge my past self real hard when I look at the interior decorating. But it's funnier to blame it on Ibushi's own tastes. He has a favorite color, okay? He knows what he likes.
In any event, he wanted to have a gathering for Winterfest. Just a little one, with his three best friends and the little bit of his family who he's on good terms with. However, while Atsushi obligingly chats with him in the kitchen...
Atsushi: No, honestly, Ibushi, I'd love to help, are you sure you don't need anything?
...his workaholic cousin Sora closets himself in Ibushi's tiny office and smiles down at the laptop...
...while Sora's daughter Antigone makes a beeline for the bookshelf in the otherwise deserted living room.
Not unlike I would have done as a teenager, I guess, except I'd have brought my own book.
A brief introduction of the OCs: Sora is Ibushi's older cousin, featured in this Ibushi fic that I wrote if you're interested. His wife Sarah is mentioned a few times. As of the end of the fic he hasn't had time to have kids, but in the canon verse he has three. However, the Sim Yumura family is based more on a Harry Potter AU than on canon, so Sim Sora has five. The blonde teenagers are Auden and Antigone, the green-haired child is Caelan, and there are two toddlers who you won't meet for a long time, if ever, because I can't be bothered with them.
Do any of them look like the actual characters look in my head? No, not really, so if you have read that fic, please don’t replace your existing mental image with Sim Sora. But the canon third years don’t really look right, either. They’re recognizable, and so are the OCs.
Listen, the trio needed friends, and I never care enough about random townie Sims to try with them. The OCs will only be supporting characters in these posts, I promise. Party guests, that type of thing.
Anyway!
En is pleased to see Atsushi when he at last wanders in.
While this is sweet, Sora and his two teenage children are still over in a far corner of the house away from their host...
...possibly because Caelan kicked his dad off the computer in order to play Tetris Blicbloc badly.
You might be wondering where Kinshirou is. If you've read that fic, you might also be wondering where Sarah is. I have no answers for you. Maybe they're just going to be really late?
Look at all the food Ibushi made :D and the pretty flower arrangement! With flowers that he (mostly) grew himself. What a talented guy.
Ibushi: Dinner's ready! Come eat! (If the rest of them don't show up now, I'll just give up.)
You might have noticed in the last screenshot that Woody grew up! He looks like he's sad because he has no food, but in reality he has no food because he just ate.
Sora, in the meantime, has started opening presents on his own. What a rude guy. No wonder he's raised such rude children. This is all so OOC all I can do is laugh tbh
It worked lol. Welcome, Sarah and Kinshirou.
Also of note: Antigone went straight for the cake, she didn't even bother with the ham. Maybe if Sarah hadn't been so late, she could've told her daughter not to eat dessert first.
She feels guilty, I can tell.
Sarah: So how has it been going? You’ve been keeping the kids in line? Sora: Yes. Definitely. They’ve all been very well-behaved. Sarah: ...sure, Sora.
This game is so weird about sitting down... not just when eating but in so many contexts. Let the Arimas sit!!!!!
ok but joking aside though this warms my heart.
Ibushi: Kinshirou, it's Winterfest! Lighten up. Kinshirou: I'm perfectly content, thank you. Ibushi: Try to laugh more! It's the spirit of the season. Like this! Kinshirou: Ibushi, no—
Ibushi: HO HO HO!!!!!!
Ibushi: Come on, it's only once a year. Try it.
Kinshirou: No.
He looks like he's still in a pretty good mood, though. I guess it’s Winterfest spirit.
The kids get sent home (it's literally just across the street lol) so that the adults can open presents. Makes you wonder what kinds of presents they're exchanging...
... oh :C
It was En's present, wasn't it? Wasn't it, En?
It totally was. En, how cruel.
This is one of the most perplexing and worrying screenshots in the entire series to date. Ibushi stares at Sora in disappointment while Kinshirou, who disappeared with Sora a few screenshots back, tries to exchange a smug and meaningful look with him. However, Sora is smiling (nervously?) at his wife, who, in turn, is staring into space, smiling obliviously, probably thinking about work.
Sora, what clandestine political plot have you dragged Kinshirou into? He might have family connections but he's a pure innocent bby, don't corrupt him! You know Sarah would never approve!!!
Sarah: *whispering* Yes, Sora, this is the right time to open presents. Sora: (Oh, god, she knows... how does she always know?)
Eventually, even the lure of presents isn’t strong enough. En can't help himself: He finds Atsushi again and grabs him in another passionate embrace.
Finally, once night has fallen...
Father Winter shows up! :O
...even though the fireplace is lit. Must be a tough job being Father Winter.
He's about to laugh, but it looks like he's got cramps. Too many cookies?
Despite his agony, however, he replenishes Ibushi's present pile. What a nice man. Not like you, Sora.
He's a much better gift-giver than En, too.
Just casually chatting with Santa, as you do.
Don't give Ibushi a hard time about his hygiene, okay, he's been working hard all day.
Finally, the holiday comes to a close. It's just Ibushi and Woody again, both passed out in Ibushi's extremely green bedroom.
:D
But now it's back to Kinatsuen. We have to switch households now or else we'll miss
En's favorite holiday, Pretty Boy Day. Look at all those hearts around the traditions I can't believe it
Atsushi has decided to be more thoughtful in choosing holiday decorations from now on. No more going to the store and grabbing the first thing he sees! He's going to think carefully about what'll look good and where.
Meanwhile, En has dragged Kinshirou onto the couch to set the mood early.
En: Look, what I was talking about earlier, with the tongues. Isn't it weird? Kinshirou: Yes, En, this is all very strange. (Oh, no, this is too vulgar, I can't watch... how is this even permitted on television... yet I can’t give En the satisfaction of reacting too strongly...)
Atsushi... you tried your best.
It’s actually not awful, for the most part, but the ribbons on the fences make my eyes hurt. The colors clash too much.
As Kinshirou flees the house to escape from that TV show...
...Atsushi comes downstairs to take his place.
Atsushi: Good morning, En-chan. What are you watching? En: ...you'll see. Atsushi: All... all right then...
At least they both get invested in the same plot points.
As an aside, Kinshirou has come back and started a fantasy novel, and the game suggested that I name it Cat Lord, Cat Counsel which is absolutely a book I would read.
Don't remember the last time I showed one of these so these are the books Kinshirou is currently getting royalties for. I don't even remember what some of these titles are based on? What AU would inspire a title like Forever Quiet, that sounds depressing.
Or that’s what I was thinking when I was typing this commentary as I played. Now, going through it again to post, I have an idea for what AU it might have been, and I was right. It’s depressing. Kinshirou, sometimes your books are real downers, you know that?
The sun has finally come out. Perfect weather for Atsushi to show the world his smuggler costume, right?
...well, En sold a painting and I got the Get Famous notif, even though the option itself didn't have the (+Fame) next to it when I clicked on it. So I guess this is the first step down the path to En Yufuin, famous artist.
I sound reluctant but actually I'm kind of excited haha. I even thought about having him not quit his job, since I think that would give him the chance to get things like fame chance cards, which would let him get fame faster... then I realized how OOC that was and changed my mind. En and Kinshirou, Atsushi's famous artist boyfriends.
En: Atsushiiii... Hey, Atsushi. How do you like my costume?
Atsushi: I like it, En-chan. It's subtle. I can barely tell you're in costume at all.
En: ...hey, what's that supposed to mean? Atsushi: Anyway, are you coming in for lunch? En: ...no. I was just showing you my costume. It's probably not getting any warmer than this, so I'd better do the best Pretty Boy Day tradition now. Atsushi: En, really? It's the middle of winter, you'll freeze!
En: Pretty Boy Day is still Pretty Boy Day even when it's snowing! Atsushi: Yes, but... you know what? You go ahead, En-chan. I'm going inside. En: You won't even stay and keep me compa— Atsushi: Have fun.
En: (Well, fine, I'll just go by myself... what did that even mean, "I can barely tell you're in costume at all"? God, it's fucking cold. ...I wonder if they're watching, heheh. Although, actually, it’s so cold I’m not exactly at my best here.)
Atsushi: Hey, Kin-chan, don't look outside. En-chan is— Kinshirou: *averting his gaze, his eyes barely open* YES, THANK YOU, ATCHAN, I CAN IMAGINE
Your sense of propriety is fooling no one, Kinshirou.
That's okay. They can have their own Pretty Boy Day in here while En is out having a good time.
Kinshirou even reprises his grim reaper costume.
...for just enough time to realize he feels stupid and take it off again.
Kinshirou: Yes... this is much better.
Kinshirou: What is that... ensemble. En: Do you like it? Kinshirou: No.
En does his best to change Kinshirou's mind.
In the background, Atsushi listens and laughs to himself. I would say he's watching, except, of course, he isn't wearing his glasses.
Have you ever looked at a character and just thought, "Yes... he is perfect"?
A happy ending to PBD. Is Kinshirou entranced by En's beauty, or is he annoyed that En fell asleep in Kinshirou's own bed before Kinshirou could even lie back down after the WooHoo? (The answer is: both.)
But then, he thinks, how sad will it be for Atchan if he comes home after a long day at work, after having to work on Pretty Boy Day, and he finds us both asleep?
So he goes down to wait for Atsushi instead.
Cute.
All right. The time has come. En wakes up and realizes he has no more vacation days remaining.
Employer: En, hello. Are you finally ready to come in to work? En: Ah, actually, no, I'm quitting, effective... now. Employer: You're quitti— En: Bye!
Bye.
This is the second time in a row he's painted this exact painting. He painted it, sold it, and started a new painting which is also this painting. I guess he just really wants to go to the beach.
Then, fuelled by black tea, he decides to improve his logic skill by observing the sky. I was laughing to myself at how slowly it was progressing when I remembered that he actually had several points in it already for work. That's how long it's been since I've paid attention to En's job lol
Who brings food to the computer and puts the bowl ON the keyboard, though? En is a madman.
It begins...
That was fast, though. Only two books. Maybe it made a difference that they were both bestsellers? Either way, congrats, Kinshirou. Although actually, I'm not sure he's going to be thrilled about the idea of fame.
That unsettled, perturbed stare as he gazes into the distance, imagining his growing fanbase massing on the horizon...
Okay, here’s a bit of a text wall, by the standards of these posts: I'm going to be honest, none of the fame perk trees are aimed at any of the Boueibus, but in particular not Kinshirou. Half of why this idea is so funny to me is that I love the idea of them getting famous through their writing or their art (or their cooking? celebrity chef Atsushi??) but being completely unenthusiastic about it and just wanting a chill life.
I think with Kinshirou and En, I'm going to go at least halfway up the tree that gets you more money from crafted objects, for obvious reasons. You also get some neat stuff in the mail every day! And, unfortunately for them, you gain fame faster from skill-based actions, which I assume includes writing and painting. If Kinshirou was still trying to be a villain, he could put points the negative reputation tree too, where being a douchebag in public makes you famous. But he is reformed now, thank you very much.
Anyway, all that is to say, here's Kinshirou's first fame perk (and En’s, once he gets to this point):
Now on to the story.
En: En, you're an artist, he says... En, Atchan's ribbons looked so horrible for Pretty Boy Day, he says... I don't have time, he says... Jeez, give a guy one success and he thinks he can order anyone around. After I'm done, he'll never ask me to decorate anything again.
I would probably have done something like this for New Year's Eve, left to my own devices:
Sadly, En wanted to repulse Kinshirou so we are instead left with this:
As many flashing lights and tacky prints as possible, all in different colors, none of which are New Year’s Eve colors. The anti-Kinshirou decorations. It’s actually not completely horrible. Maybe En was incapable of making something that looked completely horrible. But it is not great.
...and now I've found En's least favorite holiday. He doesn't like to decorate, as Kinshirou will soon discover, and he doesn't like to party. That's half the things you do on New Year’s Eve.
Maybe this will cheer him up, though. No more having Kinshirou boss him around. (Ha. As if. Kinshirou will always boss him around.)
Kinshirou: Good morning, Atchan. Atsushi: Good morning... Kinshirou: What's wrong? Atsushi: Oh, it's just... last night, when I got in from work... Kinshirou: ...yes? Atsushi: ...you really thought that was better than my Pretty Boy Day decorations? Kinshirou: What?
Kinshirou: Kinshirou: At least Ibushi's moved. ... Oh, no, Ibushi’s visiting later. Yumura-san is visiting later. We’re having guests.
En admires his own animal painting. He's feeling very pleased at the moment, and he's not sure why...
Turn around and you'll find out, En.
Atsushi has an ambition. A burning ambition. His goal is to make three fancy dishes and serve them all during a single event. And since they're planning to have people over for New Year's Eve, this is the perfect opportunity!
...or so he thinks. Ibushi, who has randomly come over without being invited or let into the house, is distracting him, making the whole thing take twice as long as necessary. Kinshirou is just cheering him on, deeply impressed as always by his boyfriend's kitchen skills.
But if they're going to have company, I need to remember that they own a thermostat so that everyone isn't stuck wearing jackets in the house.
As the sun sets, Atsushi calls the other two over.
Atsushi: Okay, guys, before Ibushi and his cousin get here... you know what time it is, right? Kinshirou: Yes, En. You know what time it is, don't you? En: Huh? What time is it?
Atsushi: It's time to make our resolutions! I wonder what I should work on next year... Kinshirou: *pointed look* En: ...he doesn't actually think I'll make a resolution, does he?
Kinshirou: Yes. I must focus on self-improvement. En: (They seriously think I'm going to do this.)
Atsushi: All right! I can do it! This year for sure! Kinshirou: Yes. I will be sure to... where is En?
Please appreciate my dedication to characterization over gameplay. Kinshirou could have chosen to write a book, which he does all the time anyway, and Atsushi could have chosen to complete an aspiration milestone, which he is about half an inch from doing. Forget the week-long time limit, he's going to do it in a few Sim hours. They were both so tempting.
(Also: "Kinshirou wants to work on a skill for his resolution! Start working on a skill to get this done!" Thanks for the tip, that clears up a lot.)
Everyone is here!
Kinshirou: I've been making progress with your request, Yumura-san, and I think... Sarah: Sora, what are you talking about over here? Sora: *thinking fast* A book we've both read. Kusatsu-san isn't a fan. c: Sarah: Hmm...
A nice, low-key New Year's Eve party. Except that Atsushi wasn't satisfied with his fancy salad so he's scrambling to make some extra. (That is to say, the gourmet dish counter for his aspiration reset unexpectedly lol)
Congratulations, Atsushi!!!!! That reward trait is incredible, too. Way better than En's.
Kinshirou is lagging behind a little with his aspiration but that's okay. I'm working on it behind the scenes.
Unlike some Ens I could mention, Atsushi already knows what he wants to focus on next. He wants to hone his nerdy instincts with the Nerd Brain aspiration, which focuses on logic, books, rocket science(!), and handiness. The video game-focused one would require him to change careers, sadly, so we're going with this.
As of right now, though, Kinshirou is the resident repairman. I guess Atsushi will have to slowly take over. Even though Kinshirou is already at 6 skill points... oh, well.
:D There they all are. And now Atsushi can finally eat his sparkling excellent!-quality food.
Ibushi and the Yumuras head home after dinner. Atsushi waits for the countdown to start on TV, but if En wants to stay up for that, he needs to take a nap while he can...
Then, once the clock ticks over to 11pm, the three of them commence the creepiest thing I have ever seen in The Sims 4.
Kinatsuen:
Kinatsuen: *in eerie unison* Shushoobie!
Kinatsuen:
Kinatsuen: *in eerie unison* Shushoobie!
Kinatsuen:
Kinatsuen: :D
It was honestly like watching a cult ceremony. Very scary. Happy Sim New Year???
Atsushi: Thank you for staying awake, En-chan. Or for waking up again, I guess.
Okay, well, that's cute. But is it cute enough to justify all the creepy chanting...
That’s all for today. Part 9 begins at the start of spring, the start of the new year, &c. &c. I can absolutely 100% guarantee this time that part 9 is the wedding episode, and I suffered so much to make that wedding happen that I’ll probably post it soon just to get it out there and away from me.
#boueibu#kinatsuen#kinshirou kusatsu#atsushi kinugawa#en yufuin#ibushi arima#sora yumura#sims 4 kinatsuen#honestly ........... these posts are a labor of love with a strong emphasis on ''labor''#i cant even express the horror of getting 90% of the way thru and realizing ive edited all the screenshots to 540p instead of 500p#it was much easier to fix than i was afraid of but g o d#ill come back later and proofread but i have a physical therapy appointment in 20min#(edit: i have come back and proofread it)#i wonder if this is going to be immediately flagged?#in any event this is dedicated to the anon(s?) who was/were nice enough to keep me posted on whether these posts were showing up#idk if youre even still interested in these posts but ty anyway anon/s!!!#it warmed my heart
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Title: Learning to Love the Cold Chapter Title: Spread Eagles Chapter: 14/? Fandom: snk/aot Pairing: jeanmarco Summary: After he watches her disappear into the rink, he turns his attention towards the end of the hallway. Walking over, he glances at all of his snack options from the vending machines. Some mini brownies didn’t sound too bad. FF.Net | AO3
Jean sighs, glancing down at his phone. Despite the Olympics having come to a close, Marco was still training hard. He doesn’t mind watching Marco skate, but he’s been watching him work on the same quad for at least twenty five minutes now, and his brain felt like it was going to short circuit. He plops his phone on top of his backpack and stands up to stretch. He catches Marco’s eye and gives him a bright smile -- he’s in a pretty good mood today, despite the boredom. He still has yet to tell Marco about his situation, but he’s been breathing fine, so he keeps pushing it to the back of his mind.
He quickly walks up the steps, heading out the door of the rink. He feels a slight temperature increase when he steps into the hallway, although not by much. He’s surrounded by windows on either side, one side looking down onto the rink Marco skates on, and the other one of the other rinks in the building. Jean realizes he’s never actually seen the third rink, but his thought process doesn’t get much further than that when he hears someone calling his name from a little ways down the hallway.
“Jean!” Hanji is waving at him, the usual eccentric smile lighting up the older woman’s face.
He raises his eyebrows, a little shocked that she even know his name, but starts walking towards her, hands deep in his pockets. She’s standing with a small blonde girl who’s back is facing him.
“Jean,” Hanji says again as he stops between the two women. She gestures towards the blonde, “This is Historia Reiss. If you watched the women’s event, she is the US’s gold medalist! She will be joining us in a few weeks time to train with Levi and me. I was wondering if you would like to show her around? You’re here often enough.”
“Oh,” Jean says, eyes widening slightly, “Yeah! I can do that,” he turns to the blonde. She has soft blue eyes and looks like an absolute angel. It’s kind of like the sun is shining down directly on her, even though they’re inside. “I’m Jean, but you already knew that,” he sticks his hand out to her.
She takes it, a small smile playing in her lips, “I’m Historia, but you already knew that.”
Hanji glances at her watch and the down at the rink, “I better get going. I have to take Eren and Mikasa soon.” With that, the woman strides past them, headed for the coach’s locker room.
They watch her go and sit in silence for a moment. Jean finally says, “Well, that’s the rink you’ll be skating on most,” pointing through the window. “I’m guessing you already know most of them?”
Historia nods, “Yeah, I’ve been competing with most of them for years.”
“What made you decide to come here?” Jean asks, although he has a feeling it’ll be some reason he won’t quite understand. He’s learned a lot about skating, but not nearly enough to understand it yet.
Historia pauses, watching the skaters fly across the ice. “Well,” she starts, “I loved my coach back in California, but he retired after the Olympics. I knew the coaches here were great, but my girlfriend actually moved here last year. She plays for the Trost Titans, the hockey team. It was kind of a no brainer.”
Jean nods, “That makes sense. Glad that worked out for you. I don’t know the rink as well as Hanji thinks, but I can show you the stuff I do know. Although I’m not allowed beyond a certain point since I don’t actually skate.”
“All you really have th show me is how to get to the locker room from here,” she smiles, “I can find everything else on my own. Rinks really aren’t that confusing once you get used to them, so it shouldn’t be all that bad.”
“Okay, well,” Jean points towards the left end of the rink, “See that hallway down there? That leads to all of the locker rooms. They’re all marked from what I saw the few times I’ve been allowed back there. There’s coaches, internationals -- which I’m guessing is you -- high level, low level, and basic. Internationals is the first right.”
“You made that easy,” she says. “I think I’m gonna go check it out now. Thanks for your help!”
“O-of course!” Jean stutters, watching her go. Really, she must be an actual angel.
After he watches her disappear into the rink, he turns his attention towards the end of the hallway. Walking over, he glances at all of his snack options from the vending machines. Some mini brownies didn’t sound too bad.
After a small fight with the machine, Jean is headed back to his seat, brownies happily in hand. He stops, however, when he catches a glance at what’s happening on the other rink. There’s a large group of girls chatting, all wearing greyish dresses with longer skirts. At first he thinks dance, but no, there wouldn’t be that many dancers on the ice, even if it they were all doing solo. He watches them get into positions (or, at least, he assumes is into their starting positions). He can’t hear it well because of the glass, but the music started and he’s somewhat in awe at these girls moving in complete unison with each other.
So, it’s synchronized skating. He knew they had various level teams here, but he had never paid much attention to what has happening on the other rinks to actually see them skate. A few of the girls are wearing the team coats, and he occasionally catches a flash of “Trost Twizzlers” on their backs. With how long the program is and how effortlessly they flow, Jean assumes this must be one of their highest level teams.
Before he knows it, he’s watched the entire program. The girls all take a quick lap around the rink, a few lingering and chatting with each other.
Jean furrows his brows when his eyes lands on one girl with short, chin length, amber hair. She has a devious smile on her face as she chats with another girl. She catches Jean’s eye and smiles at him, causing his to quickly glance away.
Where did he recognize her from? School? No.
Where?
With a sigh, he continues his walk back to his seat.
Marco swings his keys around on his lanyard absentmindedly, watching the zamboni cross the ice. He glances back over at Jean, who’s leaning against the window, playing on his phone.
“I’m gonna head back down to the locker room. Meet me at the diner?” Marco says, turning quickly on his heel.
Jean looks up and pockets his phone, pulling his own keys from his pocket. “Okay sweet, I’ll get us a table.”
He watches Marco head for the locker rooms and begins walking towards the entrance doors.
“Jean.”
He stops, looking down the hallway to the left of the entrance. The girl who spoke is the same girl from earlier, on the synchro team. She’s still in her dress, although now she has a coat on as well, with Hitch written on the right side chest and the Trost Twizzlers logo on the left. He can’t tell how tall she is, but she can’t be that tall since she has her skates on and is still shorter than him.
Reading her name makes it all click though. He doesn’t know her from school, but from the children’s clinic back in California.
“Hitch.”
“It’s been a while,” she says, her hand coming to rest on one hip, the smallest of smirks on her face. “What brings you here?” she gestures around the rink.
“Oh, I’m dating one of the singles skaters,” he says, and then clarifies, “Marco.”
She nods for a moment and then says, “Glad to see you finally had your gay awakening.”
“Hey-”
“I’m kidding, chill,” she laughs, rolling her eyes. “But no, I knew that. I meant Michigan. Aren’t you a California boy through and through?”
He shrugs, “I didn’t have much say, dad got a job offer here with good benefits.”
“It’s always the benefits,” she sighs.
“You too?” he asks.
She shakes her head, “No, actually. My dad found a clinical trial for the heart disease I have through Trost’s med school and signed me up. Somehow got accepted. It went well enough that they wanted me to try a sport to keep my heart healthy or whatever, and now I’m here.”
“I don’t think it goes from starting a sport to be healthy to being a competitive skater, but okay,” Jean says with an eyebrow raised.
“Fair point, our team is going to world’s a month, so I guess there was some other stuff in there,” she shrugs. “How are you holding up?”
“Alright. Had some breathing issues on and off since moving here, but nothing terrible. If I actually survive for a few more months, I might be eligible for a lung transplant.” He hadn’t actually said that out loud to anyone yet, but it felt kind of good to tell someone. He knows it should’ve been Marco to hear it first, but Hitch already knows the situation. She gets it.
“That’s great!” she says, “I really hope that happens. Maybe you can actually get into music again.”
“That would be pretty great, wouldn’t it?” His eyes wander towards the parking lot, where the sun is starting to set. “I need to go, I’m meeting Marco for dinner. It was nice to talk to you again. Good luck at worlds.”
“Thanks. Good luck with your lungs,” she turns around and heads back down the hallway, her blades clicking against her guards with each step.
Happy midpac guys! I'm literally chilling at the rink right now as I post this. It's funny, when I started this fic I had no intentions of including certain characters or disciplines of skating, but things have changed quite a bit since I started this fic back in 2014. I'm skating for my university now, although I'm only doing intercollegiate (solo) because my study abroad last spring made it a little too difficult to do synchro this year. Come fall, I will be though! Which is insane, I had never considered doing synchro until last year! I wish I would've decided to do it my first year of college. I'm in my third year now, which is wild since I started this fic as a sophomore in high school.
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Dad!Levi x Mom!Reader ~ Run Pt. 2
Warning: Cursing, Slight Angst at the end
Summary: You spend a few days with Levi and your friends still in the forest, one night you recieve news that the Scouts were no longer criminals
A/N: If there's any grammar mistakes please excuse them, I've started to write fanfiction after midnight and I become tired when I'm reading over it for mistakes
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You woke up to birds chirping and quiet chatter from around you, opening your eyes you glanced down to your side where Rose was supposed to be sleeping only to find her not there. Shooting up like a bullet you failed to notice everyone was already awake including your two daughters. "Mommy I'm here don't worry" Rose came out from behind the tree holding a bunch of flowers she picked in her little hand "o-oh I thought you went off by yourself" you chuckled dryly to your young child who giggled and walked over to Sasha and Connie who were eating a cooked fish. You could see Levi sitting by the small river on a large stone talking to Isabelle, probably bitching about people they don't like since you usually catch them doing it.
"Good morning Y/N" Armin chirped to you as you stretched a little "good morning Armin, mornin' Mikasa" you greeted him and the girl who stood next to him. "You both get enough sleep?" you asked them as they both nodded "what about you? How are you holding up?" Mikasa replied while you shrugged "I'm alright, nothing to worry about here" you snickered as she nodded. "Well looks like someone is finally awake!" a teasing voice came from behind you, immediately knowing who it belonged to you rolled your eyes playfully turning around to face Jean who wore a devious grin "well good morning to you too.... JEAN BOYYYYY!!" you shouted to him before laughing, hearing Armin and Mikasa titter from behind you. "Jean boyy!" Sasha called out from across the little river making you laugh harder. "Oh shut up potato girl" Jean growled before facing you "if you want it that way, fine Y/N this means war" he snickered before appearing next to you and leaning on your shoulder trying to imitate your voice " 'Oh Captain Levi! I am a damsel in distress oh please save me my knight in shining armor! ' "Jean exclaimed gaining Rose's and Isabelle's attention as they watched you both.
Frowning you shot him a glare as a pink blush dusted your cheeks "sorry what was that? I couldn't hear you over the attempts of you trying to impress Mikasa" you snickered as Jean's eye twitched. "Oh I'm sorry! What was that Y/N? I didn't hear you over the fact that you never stop fawning over the Captain!" Jean shot back frowning.
Isabelle nudged Levi's side resulting in him looking to her in confusion, the only response he got was a gesture towards you and Jean trying to embarrass and insult each other. "I've actually never seen this side of mom before... It's strange but funny" Isabelle mutters as she and Levi both watch you and Jean torment each other.
Armin was now clinging onto your arm to try restrain you after Jean said that you pissed yourself on your first expedition out loud. Boy were you furious at him. "YOU SAID YOU WOULD NEVET SPEAK OF IT AGAIN YOU BITCH!" you screeched in horror to the male who laughed at your expression. "Oh well at least we know who won this war right Y/N?" Jean snickered before you sent him a death glare. "You should really stop drawing pictures of Mikasa and leaving them around in the dorm Jean Boy!" you watched his face drop in terror as he paled "fine I give up you win" Jean pouted in disappointment. "Momma bear wins again!" you say proudly as Rose claps excitedly from beside you "great job mommy! Here, have a flower!" Rose smiled as she placed a flower behind your ear. "Thank you sweetie~" you sang to her kissing her forehead.
Rose was a very innocent and kind child, she would always make sure you, Levi and everyone else was happy or she'd try to cheer them up. You could tell she would be a kind young woman when she grows up. Isabelle was quite the daddy's girl, she would be interested in fighting, the Military and topics related to it. She had the personality of her father and wouldn't hesitate to jump into a fight if she wanted.
Getting lost in thought Levi didn't notice you and Rose arriving in front of him until you waved a hand in front of him "Leviii? Helllooo? You there or are you in cloud 9?" you joked hearing Isabelle snicker as Levi's gaze darted up to meet yours. "What?" he asked as you placed your hands on your hips "what's the plan for today cap?" you smirk at him "we're waiting for Hanji to return with news on the MP situation in the capital, we may be closer to not being considered as criminals anymore" Levi says as Rose sat on his knee. "Right..Well thanks for bringing me up to date anyway" you say watching Rose hand a flower to Levi and Isabelle as he bounces her on his knee. "Has... The whole house been destroyed..?" Levi asks quietly looking at you, sighing you nod "currently we're homeless, quite literally since we are in a forest" you snicker at your own joke as Levi playfully rolls his eyes.
"I'll sort the housing situation out with Historia once we get her and Eren back" Levi says as you shake your head. "Nope you can leave that to me mister! You'll probably threaten her or something" you smile to Levi who clicks his tongue "probably... Fine.. You do it then" he says knowing you won't give up until he agrees.
// Time Skip - 4 hours later \\
You watched the sunset over the hill through a gap in the trees, E/C orbs watching the blazing mass of fire and heat slowly disappear over the hills, hearing rustling of grass come up from behind you-you were soon joined by Levi who sat next to you in silence. A few minutes passed and Levi broke the silence "Sasha wants to bring you hunting for food for dinner, you know, since it's animals and all that shit so.." Levi spoke as you nodded your head laying back on the grass lookin up to the darkening sky starting to be speckled with stars. "I'll go with her in a minute.. I'm just watching the view you know?" you reply as Levi nods looking over your features, sighing he tore his silver orbs off you "I'm sorry I brought you and the kids into this mess... You three were doing just fine" he mumbles in guilt, shooting up you look at him. "Don't dare blame yourself for us being dragged into this shit, it's not your fault, it's more of my fault since I disgarded the thought of all scouts being labelled as wanted, that included the ones who retired. It's my fault not yours so don't beat yourself up over it" you say as your mother tone kicks in. Levi shakes his head running a hand through his dark hair "If Hanji wasn't there when those pigs had you at gunpoint you and the girls would be dead, I should have fucking been there to protect you three like a good father and husband" he bites his lip as I wrap my arms around him. "Nonono Levi what did I say about beating yourself up over it? What are you talking about? You're a brilliant father! The girls love and admire you! Don't forget you're an amazing husband, you've protected us and supported us more than I can count" you exclaim to him. Holding Levi in your embrace as you rocked gently back and forward.
"Now I'm going to go hunting with Sasha and we're going to get everyone dinner for tonight, if I come back and you're still beating yourself up over it you'll have to listen to me rant about how great of a father and husband you are for god knows how long, ya hear me?" you couldn’t help the smile that tugged on your lips as you pulled you both up, resting both your hands on his shoulders. "Let momma bear take care of daddy bear and the cubs for tonight" you giggle as Levi smiles a little before leaning in and kissing your lips, kissing back you nip his lower lip before pulling away. "Now come on soldier boy, let's go back to the others" you say holding his hand and dragging him back to the others.
// Time Skip - After Dinner \\
You and Sasha managed to score a deer and hauled it back to camp where you gained some surprised faces. "Mom is that one of Santa's reindeers!? Did you kill one" Rose exclaims on the verge if tears thinking you killed Rudolf or something. "No she didn't Rose, Santa's reindeers live In the North Pole remember?" Levi instantly soothes the young girl as she clings to him.
The deer actually tasted really nice and Rose even ate it. Leaving everyone with full stomachs and tired minds, Armin and the others began going to bed. "Rose you can stay with me tonight up in the tree yeah?" Isabelle offered as Rose nodded excitedly to sleep in the tree with her big sister.
Gaining some remaining heat from the campfire you heard the light snores from all around you, presuming everyone was asleep you stayed up getting as much heat from the dying flames. That didn't last long until arms sneakily wrapped around your waist as you felt someone digging their head into the crook of your neck, catching a glimpse of Levi's raven hair you calmed down as he cuddled into you. You could hear Levi let out a low growl from behind you "what was that you were saying earlier? 'Let momma bear take care of daddy bear and the cubs for tonight'? Looks like you already done your part now why don't we switch roles... Let me take care of you tonight" Levi whispers before biting on your neck making you squeak. Standing up Levi pulled you up before dragging you a little bit away from the camp. "Levi where are we going?" you ask as he leads the way "tch.. Don't worry" was all he responded with.
// Next Day \\
You sat at the trunk of a tree watching Sasha and Connie talk to your daughters, Isabelle seemed to have a blush on her cheeks which made you snicker seeing how she formed a crush on Connie. Levi was out collecting sticks and twigs incase you needed to start a fire with Mikasa and Jean. Armin fishing in the river and you just sat there chilling, not really in the mood since you were sore from last night so you didn't fancy probably embarrassing yourself in front of everyone.
Noticing figures approaching in the distance made you quirk an eyebrow soon recognising them as Levi, Mikasa and Jean coming back with firewood you could hear Levi order them to drop it in a pile where the last camp-fire was situated.
Soon enough the darkness of night begun to creep up and arrive that signalling dinner time, luckily you managed to catch a rabbit but immediately got attached to the white fluffy animal and quickly be-friended it.
Now resulting in you holding the litte creature to your chest as everyone stared at you like a hungy pack of wolves. "Y/N hand over the rabbit" Jean said reaching for it, scurrying backwards your back his against the tree. "Cone on Y/N it'll be quick and easy, it won't feel a thing" Connie tries as you shake your head pouting. Levi walked past them giving you a fed up expression "Y/N give it." he said squinting his eyes down to you holding out his hand. Wrapping the small ball of fluff in your arms protectively you refuse Levi which makes him frown at you. "Y/N it won't feel a thing, just hand it over" Levi attempted once more before you sighed and gently passed the small bunny to Levi, holding it by the stomach with one hand he turned his back to you. A few seconds later you heard a firm snap making you flinch as the rabbit dangled from Levi's grip on it's ears.
You literally had to force yourself to eat a part of the cooked rabbit which made you gag, rabbits had been your favourite animal since you were young. Managing to befriend one then have it immediately die a few minutes later upset you. Once you finished eating your friend you laid against a tree outside the small circle of people eating your little friend. Not long after Hanji appeared with Moblit with news on the whole government issue. The fake king had been exposed and the scouts were no longer criminals. Watching everyone jump and shout for joy including your two daughters, sitting in the background watching them celebrate you knew since the fake king has been exposed, the mission to retake Wall Maria will be happening once everyone regroups meaning you will have to leave Levi for another while without seeing him.
That could last god knows how long, and it's Wall Maria for bloody sake! The place is full of titans! This made you feel even more sick to the bottom of your stomach with worry about your husband and friends.
You had to admit, not seeing Levi for a few weeks upset you, getting to be reunited with him for under a week made you happy but the thought of having him leave again broke you since there's a chance he might not come back one day.
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um thinkfast and.... all of them..... but mostly 1 3 13 & 20 because all of them is a lot
Willow you know me so well
This ones a long one boys
Who is the most affectionate?
I like to believe that once they have settled down into their relationship, that Tommy has learned better ways of coping besides running, so, for me it’s Tommy, he loves David with all his heart he really does, and tbh big fucking kin.
Most common argument?
I’m stuck between arguing over Tommy eating healthier (Listen as much as Tommys gotten better with cooking, if given the opportunity, he will binge on fast food like crazy, and David’s in the background like “Tommy please the SODIUM”) and David overworking himself (”Babe its 3AM, you can do the taxes later come back to bed”)
Either way it comes from a place of love and concern for the other because they are both HEAD OVER HEELS IN L O V E WITH EACH OTHER AND IM SOBBING.
Who reaches for the other’s hand first?
First time they’ve held hands period its David, but in general? I’d say its an equal amount once the relationship settles down
With David, sometimes he notices Tommy’s stressed and needs grounding or he himself needs an anchor. He probably used to have a stress ball but finds this works better and also makes him like, ten times happier
Tommy doesn’t do it when they first start dating, being afraid of showing affection and all, but like one day Tommy is just like “fuck it” and grabs onto his hand and David turns to him with the BIGGEST HEART EYES cause he LOVES HIM and Tommy starts doing it more often from there, and David never stops with the heart eyes cause hes literally gone for Tommy and would go to the moon and back for him, you know how it is.
What do their family/friends think of their relationship?
I’m not counting Mary and Frank Shepard cause fuck those losers
Christopher and Dorothy Alleyne love Tommy cause like Tommy is one of the few people that can get David to stop working himself to an early grave (other include America, Nori, and Kim), but yeah they love Tommy a lot.
Christopher seems a lot like a football playing dad from what I remember of him so I imagine one day while David and Tommy decided to visit the family Christopher just turns to Tommy and goes “Wanna go outside and play some catch, son” and Tommy is like surprised for a second, but like accepts because David and Dorothy are catching up and ✨ father son bonding time ✨.Tommy even tries not to use his powers (sometimes fails cause he has a lot of energy and that’s okay) and they end up having a lot of fun, they make it a thing to do whenever they visit
Tommy learns that David got his love for jazz from his mother when he catches her cleaning while humming a song playing on the radio, he starts to help her clean and ends up humming with her because it just so happens that David loves this song and he sometimes sings it while doing taxes like a loser. They end up just dancing in the living room and when David goes to check on them after he and his dad finish cooking and cleaning the kitchen, he ends up leaning against a wall watching them cause his life is SO PERFECT right now and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Kim and Tommy meet and its half chaos half calm. Kim shares the dirt she has on David and David just groans the entire time but Tommy’s just laughing cause oh my god, were you really a duck for your first Halloween? David stop putting your head in your hands you look cute please I love you.
Tommy loves kids though so even though she’s like, at very least a teenager, he loves spending time with her and she thinks Tommy’s totally a blast. That can sometimes he bad because sometimes things turn out to be flammable and that’s not good. But yeah, she loves Tommy and loves bullying David about how in love David is with Tommy but David doesn’t care because he loves his little sister and he loves Tommy and likes knowing she approves of their relationship (not that he ever though his family wouldn’t, they took the mutant thing well, I don’t think their son being bi changes much for them.)
Rebecca and Jeff Kaplan don’t care cause Tommy is literally soul twins with their son, being bi isn’t more surprising than that. Additionally, I don’t think they would care about Tommy being bi if they didn’t care about Billy being gay? Either way they are real chill about it. Rebecca offers David banana muffins whenever David and Tommy come to visit the them, idk why she just likes making muffins. Jeff Kaplan kinda isn’t real to me at times so idk what hes doing, probably reading a newpaper as Rebecca and David make polite conversation like they’re at a book club of some shit. Tommy’s probably playing with the younger kids cause, once again, he loves kids. Also he might have accidentally set something on fire again, he really doesn’t mean to do it it just happens sometimes.
Wanda is really happy Tommy and David are happy together, and she loves David, but she sometimes worry's that he doesn’t like her because of everything that happened with M-Day, so after a while they have to talk about it. The thing with that is that, David will never forget that day, forget how 40 of his friends died, how he should have died, how he lost his mutation, M-Day haunts him, and it will never completely stop haunting him. But things get better, at least a little bit. David gets his memories back, he learns how to deal with his trauma, mutant kind becomes a little less endangered, and sometimes if he wakes up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, being around Tommy helps.
M-Day will always haunt David, but things get a bit better for him. He understands why Wanda was so upset, it doesn’t change what she did, but he understands, and knows shes trying to make up for it. So David basically explains that to her and they are good and can have like, a conversation since they now both have their peace. Wanda would defiantly offer to restore David’s powers, but tbh I’m not sure whether he’d accept it or not, I’m already so off track anyways so I can talk about that at a later date.
Pietro is kinda like Kim but instead he bullies Tommy about how much he loves David, its typical family teasing though, he loves his nephew and his nephews boyfriend.
I ALMOST FORGOT MAGNETO. They are super fucking chill with it cause all mutants are gay, he’s the OG gay mutant and he’s happy his children and grandchildren are carrying on Magnetos Gay Legacy™️ and that’s that, period point blank.
Billy and David are fucking chill and I’ll demolish ANYONE who says otherwise, but Billy does give David the shovel talk. Besides the shovel talk, Billy is happy for his brother and his friend and really wishes the best for them.
Teddy and David are also fucking chill and I’ll fight anyone on this fact too. Teddy kinda gives David a high five because Teddy’s a chad and that’s the only way he knows how to express emotion. But its kinda like a “Cool! So we’re kinda like brothers now!” high five and David understands his friend is just trying to be supportive.
Kate just kinda fucking, yells, she a chaotic bi that’s just how it works. She’s basically really happy for them and since Kate and Tommy gossiped to each other about their crushes back when they thought it wasn’t reciprocated (as best friends do) and she’s like really happy things worked out for the both of them.
America smirks and looks her platonic soulmate (David) and is like “You finally asked him out? Good job” and like pats him on the back because they lived with each other in college and while he doesn’t drink often, lets just say when he does drink, David is a sappy drunk gay. Internally she’s like, very much crying because, oh my god? Davids so happy and she’s so happy her friend is happy. Shes an emotional gay she just likes to pretend shes not and that’s fucking valid.
Loki just kinda, has a realization about it. About why David literally spent two weeks tracking the young avengers down, about what David meant when he said he’s into good guys. Loki’s a chaos demon so they just kinda let out an “ohhhh” and turn to Tommy and say “I would’ve made the same choice buddy.” and like, disappear. They’re happy for their friends of course but their love of starting shit wins out.
Noh just kinda shrugs, he doesn’t care of course but he also doesn’t care enough to really react, he might say something like “good job” cause hes dumb but that’s about it
Eli would come back to visit the young avengers while David and Tommy are well into their relationship, so he’d kinda just be surprised by how calm Tommy looks and he and David would get along very well, considering they are both leaders by heart. Eli starts to visit more often after that first visit, its one of the main reasons David and Tommy always have a guest room set up now.
Cassie is kinda just like “Another brother, sweet” and rolls with it. Totally loves asking Tommy for updates on their relationship because Tommy could talk forever about how much he loves David, it makes her happy knowing her brother is happy.
There are so many of the New X-Men I can’t name like all of them but I’ll get through the ones I remember. If I don’t name one of your faves just assume they approve because all the x-men are gay anyways and everyone loved David so its not like someone would like, fight him or anything.
Josh is really chill with Tommy, and he tells Tommy about all the adventures they’ve had (Tommy lowkey freaks at the time David got his heart ripped out but hes fine now! its okay don’t worry I made him a new one!). Josh and David of course need to catch up though and Tommy sometimes just watches David as they talk because he can tell David is really happy talking to his best friend.
Nori and Tommy aren’t awkward, cause fuck that shit they’re adults now and David and Nori totally talked shit out. Instead Nori and Tommy just kinda laugh at David cause like, you totally have a thing for speedsters David, don’t even pretend.
Julian and Tommy are equally chaotic so they run around doing dumb shit while Davids talking to the new students.
Santos reaction is kinda funny cause hes like, wait, YOUR IN THE YOUNG AVENGERS NOW? AND YOUR DATING ONE OF THE YOUNG AVENGERS? And David totally wasn’t there for that conversation where Santo found out about the young avengers and now Santo really wants to meet Teddy for some reason and Tommy looks to David for an explanation but he’s just as confused.
Cess, Sooraya, and Laura are in the same boat of “I’m happy your happy” since I don’t remember them being too too close to David but I know at the very least that they were friends, and they would be happy that David got someone that could get him to relax, even just for a little bit.
Sorry this took so long Willow, I got off topic a little bit but I tried my best.
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