#❛ ❪ interaction ⠀/⠀ nicole young.

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i understand that reqs r closed and u completely don’t have to fulfill this but i thought you’d do a BANGER job at this prompt: u and rafe r married but are getting divorced and u threw a divorce party… only to end the night going home with him… a little bit of angst with some smut?? idk make it ur own 💗

zyaaaa<3 i love you for this, and thank you for trusting ME with your request!!!

CW: 18+ only! slight angst, more fluff than i intended, divorce, smut, male receiving oral, piv sex.

note: yeah yeah reader went out w her friends but left w rafe and none of them tried to stop her. in my head none of them noticed their interaction/her leaving with him. let’s pretend they’re blowing up her phone while she’s gettin’ the best dick down of her lifeee. also, i suck at endings, its my biggest flaw so yeah sorry if the ending is bad.

“here’s to finally being free of the most toxic marriage to the most toxic man!” you say joyfully, clinking your glass with three of your closest friends.

your friends all giggle, bringing the champagne flutes to their lips and taking small sips. you glance around your house, a weight seemingly lifted off your shoulders as you take in how freeing it feels to finally have your divorce finalized. you’d been married for three years, and while it was good at first, somewhere during the marriage your— now ex— husband had become cold and indifferent toward you. you couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, nor could you give a reason why, but all you knew was enough was enough. you were too young and too beautiful to spend the rest of your life in a loveless marriage to a man who treated you like shit.

your friends voice rips you from your thoughts. “earth to y/n.. you okay babe?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, giving your friend a big smile before nodding your head. “yeah i’m fine,” pausing, you down the rest of your champagne, setting the glass onto your coffee table and rising from your spot on the couch. “let’s go out tonight.”

your friends all share slightly concerned looks with one another before their attention lands on you. nicole clears her throat, awkwardly shifting before she finally speaks, “i mean.. yeah sure, but are you sure you wanna put yourself out there like that right now?”

you roll your eyes, sighing. “yes i’m sure. i just spent the last year of my life going through a messy divorce process, so i’d like to go out with my girls, have some drinks, dance a little, and maybe, just maybe, find some hot guy to bring home. i’m not going out to find my next husband, jesus.”

and that’s exactly what you did, but little did you know… the man you’d go home with was your ex husband.

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“another shot of patrón please? thank you!” you shout to the bartender, giving him a flirty half-drunken smile.

the bartender nods, moving to pour your drink before sliding it across the bar to you. you smile, grabbing the glass and downing it before setting it back on the bars top.

“a pretty woman like you shouldn’t be buying her own drinks.” a low, raspy voice says from behind you.

you bite at your bottom lip, smiling to yourself before turning to face the mystery man. your eyes widen in shock when you see rafe, standing so close to you that you could smell the whiskey on his breath.

“rafe.. what the fuck are you doing here?”

he smiles down at you, taking a step closer, backing you into the bar. “i could ask you the same question. the divorce only finalized today, trying to forget me so soon, sweetheart?”

“i’m not your fucking sweetheart, rafe. now leave me alo-”

rafe grips at your hips, pulling your body into his. he dips his head down, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, groaning as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. “i miss you. do you miss me?”

your pussy pulses from his words, the smell of him so intoxicating it had your head spinning more than it already was. you did love him, and you hated that he pushed you to file for divorce, but it’s how things were. you couldn’t mess up everything you’d fought for, not now, not ever.

you try and shove him back, but his hands tighten on your waist, not allowing you to move. “baby, stop. m’sorry, for everything. i know the divorce finalized today, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still fuck.. maybe try and just be friends, date, see where life takes us, right?”

he was trying to manipulate your drunk mind, and you couldn’t let him win. you refused to let him win. it was done. you were free of him, so why was he here and trying to reel you back in? he didn’t miss you, he missed the comfort you brought him, he missed how you’d always try and calm his mind, how you’d forgive him every time he fucked up. he didn’t miss you.

“rafe please, stop. i’m too drunk for this argument. you don’t fucking miss me, you miss the way i was for you,” you pause, your half-lidded eyes looking up and finding rafe’s beautiful blue eyes. “i can’t do this, please.”

you tear your eyes off his, knowing if you looked into them for too long, you’d be a goner. you’d go home with him, let him have his way with you, and wake up regretting it in the morning, because you and rafe could never work out. not as friends, not as a couple, not as anything.

rafe slides his left hand up your sides, reaching your face and cupping your cheek in his hand. his thumb slowly strokes the skin before he hooks his thumb and index finger under your chin, forcing your head up.

“baby.. i do miss you. please, just— just let me prove to you how much i fucking miss you.”

his words tug at your heartstrings, your body melting into his touch like it always did. tears well in your eyes, your chin wobbling as you look into his eyes, eyes that used to make your heart stop and made you feel safe and at home.

sighing, you nod your head once. “okay.. okay fine. just one night, we can look at it as… goodbye sex. right?”

a smile takes over rafe’s lips, “whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart. let’s go.”

he quickly grabs your hand, pulling you across the dance floor and out the doors of the club you were in. the warm, mid-summer air hits your skin, the light breeze sending goosebumps up your arms. rafe drags you across the parking lot, eagerly reaching his truck and unlocking it, opening the passenger door for you. you raise a brow at him, “someone’s really trying tonight, isn’t he? you stopped opening my door for me years ago.”

rafe chuckles. “i’m sorry for that… truly.”

you roll your eyes, giving him a small smile before lifting yourself into his truck, pulling on your seatbelt as he shuts the door for you. he rounds the front of his truck, hopping into the driver seat and starting the truck, putting it into reverse and speeding out of the clubs parking lot.

the ride back to rafe’s house is comfortably silent, and the second you two arrive, rafe is killing the engine and hopping out to help you out and into his house.

you barely make it through the front door before rafe’s lips are on yours. he grips your hips in his hands, squeezing tightly as his lips devour yours. he bites at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it softly. he rests his forehead against yours, the sound of both your heavy breathing filling the small entryway of his house.

“fuck i missed you, i missed you so fucking much sweetheart.” rafe breathes out, his hands slowly running up and down your sides.

he runs his hands down to your ass, squeezing at it softly before running them down further, his fingers playing with the hem of your dress. he begins slowly pulling the dress up your body, exposing your black lace thong, sucking in a sharp breath, “fuck.”

your cheeks heat up under his intense gaze, “rafe.. please? ‘m so horny, just need to feel you tonight, okay? just make me forget why we split up.”

rafe bites his bottom lip hard, nodding his head furiously. he pulls your dress off completely, tossing it behind you. he dips his head down again, his lips attacking the length of your neck with sloppy, open mouthed kisses. your knees grow weak, slightly shaking when he sucks softly at the skin of your neck, pulling back and groaning as he admires the deep purple bruise he’d marked you with.

“so beautiful,”

you drop to your knees, fingers fumbling with the buckle of his belt, finally pulling it free from the loops of his khakis and tossing it to the floor before working his button and zipper. rafe is quick to shove his khakis and boxers down, letting his hard cock spring free. you moan at the sight of him, hands reaching out hesitantly to grip at his thick shaft.

a low groan spills from rafe’s lips the second your hands wrap around him, giving slow and deliberate strokes. “always looked so pretty on your knees f’me, never wanna lose this, baby.”

you dart out your tongue, licking up the precum that had leaked from his tip. you moan at the taste of him on your tongue. you missed him, and this is definitely a huge step backward, but you’d deal with the consequences later. tonight, you wanted to soak up having him be attentive and loving with you again, he hadn’t been this way in so long.

“c’mon baby, suck my cock, need to feel those pretty lips wrapped ‘round me.”

you obey, wrapping your lips around his swollen tip and sucking at it lightly, your hands still slowly stroking at his shaft. rafe groans, his head thrown back in pleasure as his cock twitches in your hands. you slowly push more of him into your mouth, sucking him down your throat until he’s buried deep, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. you hold him there, breathing in deep through your nose, while your tongue works at the vein on the underside of his cock.

you pull your head back, leaving only the tip in your mouth. you tease him, sucking at his head before pulling him out completely, giving quick strokes with your hands, your lips leaving soft kisses up and down his length.

rafe wraps his hand in your hair, tugging harshly at your messy locks as he groans in frustration. “baby, please? you wanna hear me beg? i’m not beneath begging, not with you at least.”

you shift on your knees, your clit pulsing at how desperate he was for you. this is what you wanted, for rafe to be desperate for your touch and attention. not wasting another second, you push him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you begin bobbing your head up and down, taking him all the way down your throat before slowly sliding him back out. rafe’s grip on your hair loosens, but he quickly tightens it back, yanking at your hair harshly as he holds you in place. he begins thrusting his hip, fucking himself down your throat at a quick pace, taking away your air with each push of his hips.

tears roll down your face, your throat already sore from how hard he was fucking it. you gag and moan around him, feeling him twitch in your mouth, the vein on the bottom of his shaft throbbing. you work your tongue against him, helping push him toward his release. rafe’s cock swells, low curses falling from his lips. he yanks your head back by your hair, his cock slipping from your lips, “goddamn… forgot how good you take a throat fucking, baby.. but i wanna cum somewhere else tonight.”

your tear-filled, bloodshot eyes meet his and he extends his hand out for you to grab. you hesitantly place your smaller hand in his, letting him pull you up off your knees. his lips are on yours in seconds, tongue slipping into your mouth, tongues swirling and teeth clashing. rafe listen you off the ground, pulling you into his arms as your legs wrap around his waist. he walks you into the large living room, his lips never leaving yours. he finally breaks the kiss, gently dropping you onto his couch, the cool leather chilling your hot skin.

rafe drops to his knees, his fingers digging into the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs and tossing them onto the coffee table behind him. his eyes flit down to your dripping pussy, the bright blue of his eyes drowned out by his blown pupils. he grips your thighs in his hands, roughly spreading them further apart, “you’re soaked, sweetheart. i knew you fuckin’ missed me.”

you whimper, rolling your hips in a silent plea for him to touch you. rafe chuckles, his right hand releasing your thigh and moving to cup your pussy. he slides two fingers through your slick folds, coating them in your arousal before bringing them to his lips, “mmm.. still so sweet.” he rasps.

rafe stands to his full height, lifting you off the couch and turning, sitting himself down with you in his lap. you grind yourself against his hard cock, moaning at the delicious pressure on your clit as you did. rafe lets his head fall back, his hands tightly gripping at your ass as he helped you slide yourself against his throbbing cock. you lift yourself onto your feet, hovering over him as you grasp his shaft in one hand, lining him with your entrance. rafe’s eyes find yours, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth as he waited to finally feel your pussy wrapped around him.

you slowly sink yourself down on his cock, the two of you moaning in unison. you sit yourself all the way down, burying him to the hilt, both of your hands flying to his shoulders, your nails digging into the soft skin. rafe hisses in a breath, his cock pulsing inside you, “can i move? please baby? wanna fuck this perfect fucking pussy.”

you whimper when he bucks his hips, the swollen head of his cock hitting at your sweet spot. “yes. please, rafe. please fuck me.”

that’s all rafe needed to hear. his hands make purchase on your hips, lifting you up off his cock, leaving only the tip inside before he slams himself back in. you cry out his name, leaning forward and burying your face in his neck. rafe lifts your hips slightly, allowing himself just enough room to quickly pound himself into you. your walls clench around him, tears rolling down your cheeks from the pleasure he was giving you but also because you knew, you couldn’t let him go again after this.

you lift your face from his neck, resting your forehead against his, the two of you staring into each others eyes as rafe continues to fuck himself inside you. rafe pulls his right hand off your hip, his thrusts slowing as he reaches up and swipes a tear from your cheek. “don’t cry, baby.”

you sniffle, “just feels so… fuck— so good, rafe.”

rafe slowly moves his hips, his thrusts slow and sensual. you cup his face in your hands, your eyes scanning his perfect face before falling to his lips. rafe leans forward, capturing your lips with his as the two of you move your hips in sync. you moan against his lips, your walls fluttering around his cock, “rafe.. ‘m so close… please..”

“i know baby… i know,” rafe lets out his out pleasure filled moan, his voice cracking as the next words leave his mouth, “i love you… fuck i love you, this is all about you, let it out, be my good girl and cum f’me, yeah?”

you let out a choked sob, the three small words that left his mouth pulling your heart in more ways than one. your mind is reeling, does he mean it? was losing you what he needed to realize he truly loves you and needs you? do you forgive him? your pussy clenches around rafe’s dick, your lower belly tightening as rafe’s slow strokes push you toward the edge. you sink your teeth into rafe’s shoulder, muffling your cries as you come undone around him, tears uncontrollably rolling down your face.

rafe groans, his thrusts slow and sloppy. his dick twitches inside you, a choked “i love you,” escaping him as he pushes in deep one final time, holding himself inside you as he fills your pussy with his cum.

the two of you are holding onto one another, coming down from your shared highs. heavy breathing fills the room, and when you fully come down from your bliss, you’re pulling yourself off of him, scrambling to find your panties, ignoring the wetness between your thighs and his cum seeping out of you. you’re quick to throw your panties on, turning to rush and find your dress, but rafe grabs your wrist, pulling you back into him.

you can’t look at him, “hey.. baby, look at me, please.”

a tear falls down your face, but you force yourself to look into his eyes, noticing that his are filled with his own unshed tears.

“this was a mistake.” you whisper, but rafe heard you anyways.

his brows furrow, “how can you say that?”

you try and push off of him, but he tightens his arms around you.

“rafe, please. we got a divorce. you made your bed, you chose to treat me like shit and lose me. we can’t work. we don’t work.”

rafe sighs, “listen. i meant everything i said, i’m fucking sorry. i love you, i just… goddamnit, i just suck at showing my emotions. i suck at letting people in, and because of that, i pushed you away and lost the best fucking thing that ever happened to me,” you laugh, rolling your eyes but rafe’s face never falters. “i’m not fucking joking. i fucking love you, okay? okay, y/n? i fucking love you, and i need you.”

you don’t know what to think. your divorce was just finalized, you can’t possibly go back… can you? you do love him, and never wanted this in the first place. what if you take him back and things go back to shit? you’ll look like an idiot.

rafe cups your face in his hands, his blue eyes shining as he stares back at you. “i see you overthinking this, and i understand. i do. but hear me out, please?”

“o—okay..”

rafe blows out a breath. “thank you. i know how i feel. i fucked up, and i want to prove to you that i can be better… for you. please, just, stay with me tonight, let me try and get a start on proving to you how much i need you back,” he pauses, swallowing harshly before he continues, “and if after tonight, you still feel the same.. you can leave and i’ll never bother you again.”

you think over his words, knowing that you would do anything to receive the love you once did from him again. you squeeze your eyes shut, running a hand through your hair as you let out a shaky breath. “rafe, i— fuck.. okay. fine. but if i do choose to take you back, you cannot go back to how things were. i can’t go through this again, i can’t look like the idiot who went running back just because her ex husband spewed a few sweet words after sex..”

rafe smiles hopefully, “i understand, i promise, i mean everything. i will prove to you how much i fucking love you,” he leaves a soft kiss to your lips, standing from the couch with you in his arms bridal style. “now, let’s get your upstairs and cleaned up, then we’ll lay in bed and we can talk about anything, whatever you want, tonight’s all about you, and i’m here to listen and do whatever i can to fix us.”

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Love The Sinner | Dexter Morgan

Dexter Morgan, a vigilante serial killer hiding in plain sight, loses sleep for the first time in his life when he’s met with the very last thing he expected: a kindred spirit.

Warnings: Violence. Mature language and themes. Sexual content.

Part One. Eyes of Darkness.

Most people, when they’re getting arrested, shit their pants with fear. Some scream, some cry. Some rage, and some try to run, and some just freeze. That’s what you usually see, when you’re in your parents’ living room, and your dad can’t wait to turn on the TV to the channel dickety-six news, of all things. But sometimes, people have other reactions when being handcuffed and shoved in the back of a squad car. Sometimes people enjoy it, for one reason or another. I smiled when Miami Metro put me in cuffs on the news. Laughed, even. You see my story is many things, but boring certainly isn’t one of them.

Let’s start simple. My name is Nicole Carvalho, and as of today, America knows me as ‘Murderous MILF’. You really can’t make these things up; I love this country. I keep reminding myself, if I ever go free, I need to clip that out of the newspapers. But see, right now, at this very moment, I’m sitting alone in an almost blindingly white interrogation room at the precinct, waiting for a cop to question me while they study me on the surveillance footage. I can’t lie, I’m sitting back right now in my chair, smirking. You see, I killed the men who violated and later took my baby girl’s life, and I’m currently very pleased with myself.

I don't think my grandfather pictured this when he left Brazil. This truly is the American dream; committing a crime and letting your own peers decide whether or not it was justified. In all honesty, a jury will be much kinder to me than ‘God’ has been. So, I figured I’d let myself have this one thing. I think I waited about a half an hour before they sent someone in; a female detective. They must’ve figured a matching vagina couldn’t hurt. The first thing I noticed about this detective was that she was strikingly young; close to my age. I’m thirty-six, so I would estimate her to be maybe a little younger.

But apart from her age, the next thing I noticed about this detective was that she was very robotic in how she interacted with me; she didn’t necessarily look like she wanted to be there. She barely looked up at me when she came in, holding my files and looking down at them like a teenager doing a presentation in high school.

“So. Nicole Carvalho. I’m Detective Morgan.”

She sits down across from me less like I’m a murder suspect and more like she’s interviewing me for a secretary job. I look at her, sitting forward as I join her in the conversation, still smug as ever. I think she was secretly hoping I’d say it, the four words that usually drove most cops insane that, for some reason, no one ever thinks to say in the movies.

“I want my lawyer.”

I smile as I say it. Detective Morgan also smiles, looking down at the table before getting up. I’ll never forget how pleased she sounded.

“Guess that means I can’t ask you anymore questions.”

She gets up and walks out, and that’s the end of it. In all honesty, I don’t think she was looking forward to questioning a woman about the murder of her daughter’s rapist. After the detective left me alone, I was allowed to call myself the lawyer that I had in mind. This, of course, was a friend of a friend, a perfectly shady guy named Johnny Bertelli, who was, in the nicest way possible, a fucking scum bag. You see, I work as a project manager at a marketing firm, so I’ve met my fair share of good lawyers, but Johnny was the fucking best.

He made Johnnie Cochran look like an idiot. He was the kind of lawyer who laughed at the prosecution in court, and I needed him. So there i was, in the Miami Metro precinct punching a number I’d gotten off Google into a wall phone. I looked around the precinct as I waited for someone to pick up, and suddenly it was like I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around, and I saw a pretty timid, mild-mannered looking guy who seemed as if he’d been standing there trying to figure out how to get my attention.

But the strange thing was, he didn’t seem to want my attention, at all, actually. If anything, he seemed perturbed by the fact that I was looking his way. I looked over at him, not knowing what the fuck his story could’ve been. Miami’s a weird place, because in this moment, I realized the guy wandering the precinct in a Polo and khakis could very well be an employee. I looked at the guy, not knowing what he could’ve wanted with me as I struggled with the phone. Funny enough, he actually just wanted to be helpful.

“You gotta press pound,” he says quietly, “For the call to go through,” and I almost laugh.

I appreciate the odd moment, just thanking him.“Thank you.”

He just nods, and says nothing as he quietly retreats to wherever it was he came from. I took his advice, and sure enough, the phone worked and patched me through to Johnny’s office. I wasn’t quite sure at the time, seeing as I was obviously a bit preoccupied, but I felt that strange man’s eyes linger on me for a moment. Even as I turned around, I could sense his surreal sort of presence that he had. Sure, I was used to having men’s leering eyes on me out in public; it was hardly unusual. But this was different.

Like he was less looking at my body and flesh, but more so imagining what was underneath it.

*****

The next couple years of my life were eventful, to say the fucking least. Johnny of course advised me to take my case to trial instead of taking a plea, for obvious reasons; there was no way any jury was going to give me the maximum sentence, or God forbid, the death penalty. I was a single mother who stabbed her twelve year-old daughter’s rapist seventeen times. In the eyes of the public, I was practically a fucking hero. Johnny’s confident that any jury would feel sympathetic to me, despite the brutality of what I’d done. As he says, the facts are still there.

My neighbor, a weasley little creep named George Randall got me, and my Isabelle, to trust him, and took advantage of her in the worst way. Then she killed herself, because of what he did, and I had to find out through a note left on her desk for me to find. So, I went to George’s with an empty baking dish of his, and once he let me in, I whipped out the knife I’d borrowed from him, the same knife I used to use to cook for my little girl, and I made his stomach burst like a water balloon. At this point, I’d already chosen to show little remorse for the crime I’d committed, feeling perfectly at peace with the possibility of prison, or the death penalty.

But Johnny said there was probably no need to be too fearful of either. He’d even told me there was a possibility I’d just get a few years, and then parole, or something, and I wasn’t sure that wasn’t bullshit, but I also liked his confidence. The reality of it was, Johnny had made much worse people look way better. To him, my case was already closed. All I had to do was play the part of the grieving mother, which took no effort on my part. I had to wait almost a year for my case to go to trial, which I of course did outside of a cell.

This gave me enough time to get all my affairs in order, or so to speak. My job was okay for the time being, and I knew I’d probably still have it so long as I wasn’t convicted of murder, given my ‘years of dedicated service’. Things were going to be relatively fine, eventually, but for now, I was stuck being paraded around like a jester on some twisted apology tour for avenging my daughter’s death. I’m a pretty good actor, but even my patience has its limits. And maybe wearing my white So Kate’s to court wasn’t necessarily the best judgement call.

But Johnny, being more than worth the money I pay him, made it work. I walked into the courtroom with him, humble and graceful, and didn’t let my eyes linger so as not to appear guilty. But even then, I caught a glimpse of him in the room. The guy who helped me with the phone. He was watching my trial, probably just as a police department employee. Probably.

“Will the defendant please rise?”

I complied with Judge Willis’s request, with my trusty guard dog by my side. I remained dignified, my head held high, but not too high, of course, as the proceedings began.

“Miss Carvalho. How do you plead?”

“Not guilty, your honor,” I told him.

The damage was done. My fate rested entirely in the hands of twelve strangers, and for some reason, there was a thirteenth who seemed oddly invested in the outcome.

-

Part Two.

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Audition

Young Love Masterlist Summary: Louis auditions for The X Factor, One Direction is formed and the boys meet YN and Mia.

With an eight month old Mia sat on YN’s lap, biting at her little bunny’s ear as she held it tight in her hand, they both kept Louis company whilst he got ready, readjusting his tie as he looked in the mirror.

“Dada!”.

“Does Daddy look smart? Would you give me a yes?”. Louis turned to the sound of Mia’s voice, reminding him why he was doing what he was doing.

YN smiled at their interaction, quickly lifting Mia up so she could have a cuddle with Louis. “Say it’s definitely a yes from us”.

Louis looked between his daughter and YN, a large smile appeared replacing the nerves. “My biggest supports ey”.

“Always!”. They shared a sweet peck before Jay called upstairs to tell them it was time to leave.

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Jay and YN stood at the side of the stage as Louis walked to his spot in front of the judges. Mia was in her mother’s arms, looking around and fascinated by the lights and the busy backstage area.

“Hello!”. Louis Walsh greeted Louis who wore a large grin, showing of his young white smile.

”Hiya, you alright?”. Louis brought the microphone up to his mouth, the nerves began to kick in.

“What’s your name?”.

Still wearing his toothy grin, he spoke into the microphone. “I’m Louis Tomlinson!”.

“Louis Tomlinson…and Louis how old are you?”.

“I’m eighteen!”.

“Eighteen…and where are you from?”. Louis continued to ask questions trying to get to know the young boy more.

“I’m from Doncaster!”. The audience sat behind the judges burst into cheers and clapping at the name of the town.

“Doncaster…and why do you think you’ve got The X Factor?”. The older judge asked the big question.

“I-I…I dunno I just love singing and this means so much to me…and I wanna do me daughter proud”. Louis let the words flow out, trying not to let his nerves get the better of him.

At the mention of having a daughter, Nicole couldn’t help but join in with the questions. “Awe you have a daughter?”.

“Uh yeah…she backstage”. Louis explained, taking a glance back at his mum, YN and Mia.

“How old is she?”.

“Eight months!”. Louis’ shoulders naturally rises with pride when he talks about Mia.

Nicole gave Louis a sweet smile. “I’m sure she’s very proud of you”.

After checking what song he was going to audition with, the judges gave Louis the go ahead to begin.

Backstage, Jay wrapped her arm around YN as they both stood praying that he would get the answers he was desperate to hear.

“When I was young…I never knew…What this thing called love…Could do to you…But since you been gone…And I've been on my own…I've been feeling quite peculiar…But I'll get by without your smile…I'll get through without you…But I wish it was me you chose…I wish it was me you chose…I wish it was me you chose…I wish it was me you chose-”.

Simon raised his hand to stop him. Louis looked up, annoyed with himself that Simon had asked him what other songs he had prepared for his audition.

“Hey There Delilah!”.

“Yeah yeah!”. Simon encouraged Louis to sing the alternative song instead. Jay and YN began to worry that the judges may not give Louis the chance he deserved.

“Oh, it's what you do to me…Oh, it's what you do to me…Oh, it's what you do to me…Oh, it's what you do to me, what you do to me”.

Louis couldn’t help but explain how nervous he was and Nicole reminded him that she thinks he has an amazing connection with music and she really likes him.

Simon complimented Louis on his style, the uniqueness in his voice and how much he liked him too. Louis Walsh explained how likeable he was and he could see how people were going to root for him.

“I’m saying yes!”. Louis gave the first yes.

“I’m saying yes!”.

“Louis, you’ve got three yeses!”.

Louis’ smile got bigger and bigger with each yes. “Thank you so much!”.

Walking off the stage, he was greeted by two excited women and a little baby who oblivious to what was happening.

YN jumped into Louis’ arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m so proud of you!”.

Mia was now in Jay’s arms, but that didn’t stop her from pulling her first born in for a cuddle. “I’m so proud of you my boy!”.

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Louis had gone through to the bootcamp stage of the competition, which required the contestants to perform a choreographed dance routine and sing another song to the judges.

It has been a couple of days and YN and Mia had been by Louis’ side the entire time, staying at a hotel near by so Louis could still see his young daughter.

When Louis’ name wasn’t called to go through to judges houses, YN and Jay prepared themselves to comfort a disappointed and upset Louis.

As they both waited outside of the building ready to wrap Louis up in their arms full of warmth and love, YN couldn’t stop her thought from spiralling out. “It’s their loss anyway…they can’t see good talent when it’s right in front of them…Louis went in there and gave it his all…I’m not watching X Factor again”.

But little to YN’s knowledge that inside the building that a plan is being put together. A member of the grew had explained that some people had been called back to the stage.

“Zayn Malik…Liam Payne…Harry Styles…Niall Horan…and Louis Tomlinson”.

The five young lads stood together in a line in front of the judges, waiting in anticipation of what was going to be said. They had experienced a lot of upset and disappointment in the last hour and they couldn’t handle anymore rejection.

“You’re too talent to let go of…we think it would be a good idea to have two separate groups”. Nicole explained to the two groups stood on stage.

“We’ve decided to put you both through!”.

Each of the five boys exploded with happiness, moving around the stage, jumping onto eachother and crying into the others arms.

As soon as Louis saw his mum, YN and Mia, he ran towards them shouting with happiness and excitement. “I’m though…I’m in a band!”.

“Wait…what? But I just said I’m not going to watch X Factor anymore because they didn’t put you through”. YN wore a a confused look on her face, wondering what had changed since she had last spoken to Louis.

“Well you’re gonna have to bloody watch it now ‘cause we’re through to judges houses!”. Louis pulled his mum, YN and Mia into his arms for a much needed family cuddle.

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For the boys to get to know each other and practice for their trip to judges houses, they all went to stay at Harry’s step-father’s house in Holmes Chapel for a week.

Despite it being a two hour journey from Holmes Chapel to Doncaster, the four boys had agreed to travel with Louis back to his hometown to see YN and Mia, knowing how much he was missing them.

“So what’s YN like then Lou?”. Liam asked as they got closer to Louis’ mum’s house.

“She’s special…she’s uh…she’s kind, she’s beautiful inside and out…and she’s an amazing mum to our Mia”. Louis had missed YN and Mia the last few days, but talking about them made him realise how hard this journey with the band was going to be.

“I still cant believe you have a daughter man…that’s just crazy”. Niall was still in disbelief that Louis had a young child.

“Well you’re about to see Dad Louis”. He announced as he took a turn into his mum’s driveway.

Knowing Louis and the boys were on their way, YN couldn’t help but keep checking by the window to see if they had arrived. She paced back and forth, trying to patiently wait for their arrival.

Once YN spots Louis’ car pull up into the driveway, she quickly picks Mia up from her place on the playmat where she had been playing with some toys. Opening the front door, she was greeted with five smiling faces.

“There’s my girls!”. Louis wasn’t embarrassed to show the boys this side of his life, in fact he was proud of his young little family.

The boys gave Louis a little space to share a much needed kiss and cuddle with YN, before he introduced them.

“Boys…this is YN…YN this is Liam, Zayn, Niall and Harry!”.

“Hi!”. YN gave each of them a sweet smile, knowing this was a big moment for them too.

“Dada!”. His favourite little voice spoke. Mia giving him a gummy smile.

Louis reached forward for Mia, holding her close to him. “And this is my little Mia!”. He turned to face the four boys. “Can you say hello?”. Louis tried to encourage Mia to wave.

“Hello…we’ve heard a lot about you”. Liam spoke to the young baby in Louis’ arms.

“Your dad talks about you all the time”. Harry was next to make a fuss.

“She’s the image of you isn’t she Lou”. Zayn observed from his spot next to Harry.

“I don’t really know how to talk to babies”. Niall said when he realised he hasn’t said anything.

The group shared an ice breaking giggle together but what set them off into more laughter was Mia giving Niall a toothless grin.

“Do you all want to come in? I can make you all a drink”. YN stood aside to allow the four boys into their home.

YN stood back and watched in awe at how the four boys had settled quickly and sat on the floor helping Mia to build with her blocks. Her little laugh appearing whenever one do them jokingly knocked it down.

“I guess Mia has four uncles now”. YN whispered to Louis as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“Our family has just got bigger!”.

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[zcddies]

               It didn't feel like a good excuse for what she had walked in on. Something about it caused a twist in her stomach that she simply couldn't push away. ❝She kissed you,❞ she repeated back once again. ❝And you couldn't push her away? Keep her from doing it? You just let it happen?❞

"she kissed me," milo confesses, a soft sigh escaping him. guilt was already eating him alive. " but i didn't kiss her back, you know i would never hurt you like that."

[nenzeniatko]

Some random co09 headcanons because I just got on this app and I'm bored:

° Nicole used to be a "weird kid". I have a strong feeling she used to watch anime and read manga or stuff like that before she realised how school hierarchy works. Soooo while interacting with Jeffrey she cringes not only because he's weird but also because he reminds her how cringe SHE used to be.

IN ADDITION to that I just wanna remind you that she made fun of Crispin saying that ©«pop-punk's for boring sub-urban kids who wanna live in LA» but she herself likes MCR (which is considered to be pop-punk) and she moves to LA right after winning the case against Mr. White. You got my point, right?

° Jecka at least once put a sticker while tanning to get that Playboy bunny tan tattoo.

° Emily really likes pickles. A random one, I just saw a girl making video about liking pickles and she looked EXACTLY like Emily in my imagination.

° Megan's dream role is Christine Daée but she either can't sing at all or she can but she's an alto. She and Hunter have dressed up as Christine and Erik on Halloween.

° Nicole looks like Amy Lee, Jecka looks like young Britney Spears, Emily looks like Avril Lavigne (half-canon), Ari looks like Hayley Williams (just Google her with cherry red hair), Megan looks like a mix between Emma Watson and Kristen Stewart, Kelly looks like Miley Cyrus and idk about Karen, sorry.

[afteredenn]

fic idea: modern non-magical au starring girlmoms! agathario to nicole “scratch” harkness-vidal, a feisty agatha mini-me. part of agatha’s desire to have a kid is to prove that she’s better than evanora was, but it leads to tension between her and her daughter. she loves nicole fiercely, but is quickly frustrated whenever she behaves in ways agatha doesn’t understand, and many of their interactions are tinged with agatha’s debilitating fear of eventually becoming her own mother. their fights are explosive and end in neither apologizing. meanwhile, rio tempers agatha’s severity by falling into a mediating role. she’s softer on nicole, but it’s easier for her because she works longer hours than agatha and is less involved in the minutiae of nicole’s life. agatha sometimes resents how easy and loving rio and nicole’s relationship is, but rio always reminds her how different their baggage is and how far agatha is from being the horrible mother that evanora was.

some headcanons: 

rio is really bad at saying no to nicole, mostly because nicole inherited agatha’s entire face alongside her mannerisms, which rio is obviously weak for. she frequently abuses the phrase “ask your mother”. rio and agatha sometimes fight over agatha being forced to take the bad-cop role. this usually ends in rio sleeping on the couch, only to wake up in the middle of the night to find agatha curled around her, having tucked a blanket over them both.

nicole and agatha have a tradition of going to see a musical every year— sans rio, who plays it off as disinterest but actually just wants them to have their own thing. wicked has been nicole’s favorite since she was young. one time, they made the mistake of seeing heathers, an experience agatha wishes to forget completely (specifically dead girl walking).

agatha and rio meet when rio is in med school and agatha is working in upper-management at a publishing house à la sandra bullock in the proposal. agatha is very bent on staying career-focused and not dating. she doesn’t realize that their initially “casual” situation has devolved into rio having u-hauled into her apartment until she accidentally goes to work wearing a pair of rio’s slacks instead of her own, at which she has a proper meltdown. rio is very smug when agatha finally grudgingly admits they’ve been dating for months.

evanora harkness was an awful bible thumper who sent a teenaged agatha to conversion therapy, disowned her when it became clear the conversion therapy did nothing, then actually died of a heart attack when she recieved agatha and rio’s wedding invitation in the mail. agatha is still furious over evanora’s last act being to sully the best thing to happen to her (apart from nicole), whereas rio understands her wife’s anger but secretly finds the whole ordeal very funny.

[lexalovesbooks]

five books with aroace main characters you say....please share 👀

You are super in luck anon because almost as soon as i posted that I started compiling a list of all the ace/aro-spec books I could remember reading, these are all across a big variety of genres and age categories but all the mcs fall somewhere on the aro-ace spectrum (and personal faves are bolded)

Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire: I think most people here know this one. A world where children sometimes disappear through magical doorways to other worlds, and sometimes return. When this happens, they usually are desperate to find a way back. Nancy is one of these children, looking for a way back to an underworld of living statues that has become her home while also trying to find a murderer at the boarding school full of other children looking for their own doorways back to their worlds. Asexual mc

Summer Bird Blue by Akemi Dawn Bowman: Rumi, a teenager whose younger sister recently died, moves to Hawaii to spend a few months with her aunt, where she tries to piece together who she is without her sister and rediscover her love of songwriting, something she and her sister always did together. Aro-ace questioning mc

Forward March by Skye Quinlan: Harper, a student at a prestigious high school whose father is running for president, deals with school, marching band, and a presidential campaign all while trying to figure out if she really likes the girl and fellow bandmate who recently was catfished by someone pretending to be Harper. Ace lesbian mc

All Systems Red by Martha Wells: This one is pretty popular too, idc. Murderbot is a self-named human-bot construct (think cyborg, but manufactured specifically for security purposes) who hacked its own governer module to gain free will, and then used that free will to continue doing its job while watching thousands of hours worth of space soap operas. Unfortunately, its existence of efficiently half-assing keeping humans safe is disrupted by a group of clients who end up in hot water, all while being unexpectedly concerned with its state of freedom and the status of its personhood. Aro-ace agender mc

Elatsoe by Darcie Little Badger: Elatsoe, also known as Ellie, is a young Lipan Apache girl who has a dream where her cousin tells her the name of his killer—the morning before she wakes up to the news of his death. She and her parents travel to the town he lived and died in and work to comfort his grieving family while searching for evidence that will prove the killer, a well-liked community figure, is guilty. Also features faeries, ghosts, and other paranormal and mythical creatures. Asexual mc

The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic: ANOTHER very well-known tumblr book! Whatever, not gonna try to explain the plot, these are the lacrosse murder books you’ve heard of them and if you haven’t you can look up a summary. Mc is word-of-god demisexual but also it’s so evident in canon even without being explicitly stated that I personally don't even think you need the disclaimer

Vespertine by Margaret Rogerson: In a world where dead spirits regularly rise from deceased bodies to devour and possess the living, Artemisia is a nun-in-training who will one day cleanse the bodies of the recently deceased so that their souls can move on to the afterlife. Then, she releases an ancient and dangerous spirit from a relic to protect her convent from attack. The spirit possesses her body and gives her extraordinary power—but the spirit isn't necessarily on her side, and it's unclear if the connection formed between the two of them can safely be severed. Asexual mc (not explicit bc it's fantasy, but I think it's pretty obvious even without the exact word used)

Firebreak by Nicole Kornher-Stace: In a dystopian world torn apart by two rival corporations, Mallory is one of many people who find refuge in a virtual reality game that allows you to enter battle, earn real-life credits for sorely-needed necessities like water, and interact with virtual, computer-created versions of the league of supersoldiers that protect her home city from attack. Mallory has had a parasocial obsession with one of these supersoldiers—22—for years, until one day she gets caught in an attack that results in her meeting the flesh-and-blood version of the celebrity/superpowered protector. As she spends more time with 22 and his paired operative, she begins to see just how deep the corruption of the company that controls her city runs—and also begins to wonder what she can do to help the city and everyone who lives in it. Aro-ace mc

Those are all the ones I feel like writing out full summaries for, but some other books that I really like with aroace mcs are The Diviners by Libba Bray (ace lesbian mc in second book), The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon (word-of-god aroace mc), The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang (word-of-god aroace secondary character), and The Last Sun by K.D. Edwards (word-of-god demisexual gay mc, ace secondary character). The one thing I haven't really read any of is books with aroallo main characters :( If anyone has recs for those, please feel free to share!

[dawnthefox24]

So me and @wildissylupus were talking about when Cole Cassidy first joined Overwatch and how he taken from the Deadlock gang, he had a mouth like a sailor but moreover I like to think he's based off of Nicole from the class of 09

*Reyes is watching Cassidy interact with the other recruits and has his arms crossed a bit as he's standing right next to Ana and Jack* Ana: Reyes are you sure you can handle him? Reyes: Yeah, look he's just a kid you know. Jack: Yeah some kid who swears at everyone he's sees Reyes: That's because everyone is hounding on him! Ana:*has her arms crossed and raised a brow as she watches Emre talk to Cassidy* I think you need to keep an eye on him because he's talk too Emre Sarioglu Reyes:*looks over* Wh-Oh no.... *Emre is talking to Cassidy because he wants to get to know him but brings up the topic of video games to him* Young Cassidy: *doesn't look amused* Why are you talking to me about video games? Emre: Just something y'know...uh...What you don't like play video games or something? Young Cassidy:*has his arms crossed*...I'm a thin ass gang member who joined Overwatch, do I fucking look like I play video games?! I'd rather play dead at a necrophilia convention. Emre: *is a bit disturbed* W-What? Young Cassidy: *flips him off* It means fuck off and get away from me prick. Reyes: *is already going cover to Cole* FUCK DAMNIT CASSIDY! Ana and Jack:*sighing a bit knowing what's next to come*... Jack: Think he can handle Cassidy? Ana:...He might drag us in soon.... Jack:...I can't wait to clean up his mess... Ana: Agreed...

[gaybae1021]

Continuation of last week’s post. This week I’ll talk mcd. Art at the end.

Garroth and Zane’s relationship is complicated. For a few years as kids they were very close, but as Garroth got older Garte decided he needed to focus more on his duties and began separating him from Zane and Zianna. Garroth, though unhappy, went along with it. This of course upset Zane, and there were several years with the brothers barely speaking to each other.

I’ll get into it more with a dedicated post, but when Garroth turned twelve there was an event that seriously shook his faith in O’Khasis, his father, and his role in everything. Big existential crisis time. Zane was too young to quite understand what was happening, but despite the rift between them, still went to comfort Garroth. Sibling relationship reformed! Though they still have to hide it.

Garroth wasn’t initially planning to escape O’Khasis. Despite how much he hated it he still thought the best plan was become king like intended and try his best to improve things any way he could. It was only once he met Nicole that he began contemplating the idea of running away.

After a few more years Garroth decided to leave O’Khasis. Due to some events with Nicole, he knew he wouldn’t have much time before O’Khasis cracked down and increased security on him, so his plans we’re definitely rushed, including him just waking Zane up in the middle of night and dragging him along still half asleep.

Once Zane was awake enough to understand what Garroth was doing he, of course, freaked out. This wasn’t the plan, they were supposed to fix O’Khasis, not abandon it. It may not have been perfect, but it was the only home Zane had ever known. The idea of seeing the rest of the world was just, too much.

It didn’t help that Garroth was too focused on rushing to get out to actually stop and explain things better, instead getting frustrated by Zane’s protests. Knowing their fighting will draw attention he finally gave Zane an ultimatum.

“You can come with me, or you can stay here, but my decision is made. What are you going to do?”

Zane didn’t answer. It was too much.

Garroth, taking that as a no, turned to go. Something snapped in Zane. Garroth was going to abandon him again! All the times he had been there to comfort him, and Garroth was willing to leave him behind like he was nothing.

Zane grabbed him, and a fight broke out between them. Not that it lasted long, as Garroth is significantly stronger than him. In a fit of rage, he threw Zane off of him harder than intended. Zane crashed into one the oil lamp stands lighting the hallways, and I think we all know what happened next.

If the sound of their fight didn’t alert any guards Zane’s scream certainly did. Garroth of course was distraught and tried to help Zane, but hearing the guards coming, made the choice to leave Zane there. Zane watched his brother disappear down the hallway.

Garroth’s escape was the first time Garte had felt out of control since becoming king. He had done everything to prepare Garroth, to keep him away from any distractions, to mold him into the perfect heir. That ungrateful traitor had gone and ruined it all. Worse yet, he had no idea where Garroth could be.

But Zane might. He had hardly interacted with his second son, spending most of his time preparing Garroth for his responsibilities. But now? All of a sudden Garte had a use for him.

In the infirmary, Zane receives a message to go to Garte’s study, alone.

[anticedfiaweek]

The Importance of Healthy Relationships: Addressing Inappropriate Dynamics

1. Understanding the Risks of Inappropriate Relationships

In recent years, there have been numerous cases highlighting the dangers of inappropriate relationships between adults and minors. For instance, high-profile cases such as those involving individuals like Jerry Sandusky, a former Penn State football coach convicted of child molestation, illustrate how predatory behavior can manifest in seemingly innocuous relationships. Such cases remind us of the importance of safeguarding children from exploitative dynamics.

2. Media Influence on Perceptions of Relationships

Children’s media plays a significant role in shaping perceptions about relationships. When shows depict romantic relationships between characters with significant age differences or power imbalances, it can normalize unhealthy dynamics. In Sofia the First, while Cedric is an adult and Sofia is a child, their relationship is portrayed as one of mentorship and friendship rather than romance. This distinction is crucial in teaching young viewers about appropriate boundaries.

3. Real-World Examples of Predatory Behavior

There are numerous documented cases where adults have exploited their positions of trust to engage in inappropriate relationships with minors. For example:

-R. Kelly: The R&B singer was convicted for sexual exploitation of minors, highlighting how fame and power can lead to predatory behavior.

-Larry Nassar: The former USA Gymnastics doctor was sentenced to life in prison for sexually abusing young athletes under his care, demonstrating how authority figures can manipulate vulnerable individuals. These examples underscore the importance of educating children about boundaries and recognizing when a relationship is inappropriate.

Jerry Sandusky: As a former assistant coach at Penn State University, Sandusky was convicted of sexually abusing young boys over a period of years. His position of power allowed him to manipulate and exploit vulnerable children who looked up to him as a mentor.

The Case of YouTuber Austin Jones: In 2017, Austin Jones was arrested for allegedly soliciting explicit videos from underage girls. He used his platform as a popular musician to groom young fans by establishing trust through personal interactions and then manipulating them into sharing inappropriate content.

The TikTok Grooming Incident: In 2020, several reports surfaced about TikTok users who were minors being groomed by older users posing as friends or mentors. These predators would create fake accounts and engage with minors through direct messages, gradually desensitizing them to inappropriate conversations before attempting to exploit them.

The Case of Katelyn Nicole Davis: Katelyn was a young girl who tragically took her own life after being subjected to online bullying and harassment. Before her death, she had been groomed by an adult male who manipulated her into sharing personal information and engaging in inappropriate conversations. Her story underscores the devastating impact that online grooming can have on vulnerable youth.

The "Sextortion" Cases: Numerous cases have emerged involving predators who groom children online before coercing them into sending explicit images. Once they have these images, they threaten to share them with friends or family unless the child complies with further demands. This form of exploitation has become increasingly common with the rise of social media

4. The Role of Platonic Relationships in Media

By focusing on platonic relationships like that between Sofia and Cedric, Sofia the First provides a model for healthy interactions that emphasize respect and support without romantic implications. This is vital in helping children understand that friendships can be deeply meaningful without crossing into inappropriate territory.

Conclusion: Advocating for Healthy Boundaries

As we celebrate Magical Friendship Week, it's essential to recognize the importance of promoting healthy friendships over romantic relationships in children's media. By emphasizing platonic connections, we can help foster an understanding of appropriate boundaries and empower young viewers to recognize and reject unhealthy dynamics in their lives.

[idw-sonic-fan-blog]

It’s mildly insulting to both Sally and Lanolin that people who don’t remember Archie are saying Lanolin is the new Sally. And I say this as someone who hates Sally Acorn.

Honestly, it’s tiring that anytime there is a leadership role given to a woman in this series, people immediately assume said character is ripping off Sally. Sally was bossy, and obnoxiously commanding. Sally was girl boss princess. Sally will let you know she is in charge and it’s not a question who is in charge.

Amy’s leadership of the Resistance was way more diplomatic as she gave Sonic a lot of more leeway than Sally ever did in Archie pre-Wave. Amy Rose accepted Sonic’s decision to operate independently of the Resistance and Restoration almost immediately. Her tenure was marked with community rebuilding projects that she self-admittedly states were beyond her. Sally would have relied on Nicole for rebuilding projects while she operated the military and field missions with impunity. Sally was the person who connected with Freedom Fighters around the world. She was the point person and absolutely would not have let Sonic just willy-nilly do whatever the fuck he wanted. Even in peacetime, Sally, infamously and not unjustly given Archie’s setting, wanted to tie Sonic down.

Jewel is more of a supervisor than leader as she is far more likely to delegate positions towards others to prevent centralized authority. Sally is literally royalty and frequently butted heads with the council and her own father, the King, anytime her decisions were challenged. Sally in Jewel’s position absolutely would not have let Tangle go do her own thing. She wouldn’t be satisfied with desk work. She would have had a conniption.

I can’t speak to Lanolin’s character yet as we only have so little but people are pointing to her butting heads with Sonic being similar to Sally’s interactions with him. First off, Sally’s Freedom Fighters were not volunteer based. She vetted every single one of the members save for Tails whom she thought was too young. Lanolin’s volunteer squad seems to be a revolving door situation in terms of participants so as the organizer and leader of the team, she has to lead off of the approval of the team. Throughout the issue, Lanolin is seeking coordination and cooperation. Sally would not have bothered because the only uncooperative element on the Freedom Fighters was, you guessed it, Sonic. He was the one that she and Antoine had to reign in. Sally would have relayed to the team immediately that this was a stealth mission. Lanolin assumed that they knew that it was a recon mission and Sonic and company would act accordingly. The Freedom Fighters are Sally’s Knights/Royal Guard/City Watch. Lanolin’s volunteer team is the Restoration’s proactive offensive force.

If Sally led the Diamond Cutters and IDW/Games Sonic, it wouldn’t have been Tangle yelling at Whisper for thinking of going solo. It would have been Sally as she does this with Sonic frequently in Archie. Sally wouldn’t be discussing with Sonic in terms of tactics. She would be arguing with him. And Sally would have been a lot more fed up with Tangle’s shit. And more importantly, the narrative would have agreed with her versus Lanolin whose discussion with Sonic is more, “Well, they both made great points and neither aren’t entirely wrong.”

If I could some up the girls’ leadership styles.

Amy Rose - community leader/influencer

Jewel - Community Organizer.

Lanolin - Neighborhood team leader

Sally Acorn - Commander-in-Chief/General.

If anything, Sally has more in common with Sonic Rush 1 Blaze which makes sense since they are both Princesses. The difference between those two is that Blaze is fully capable of leading her own charge and had to be convinced to ask for help sometimes versus Sally who would never even need to be reminded of such.

Sally should not be the ubiquitous girl leader in Sonic the Hedgehog.

[shreyamistry]

Hey There! I saw this, and I couldn't agree more! Nothing says I love you more than "I'm willing to try this for you." And this works for all kinds of relationships: romance, friends, and family, too.

Would you be able to create something showing this for one of your characters or pairings? It could be a drabble, fic, edit, art - anything at all!

NO PRESSURE AT ALL - only if you want to, but I'd love to see what you could come up with!

Pairing: Hana x MC

Prompt: “I’m willing to try this for you.”

Word Count: 1900+

Summary: Nicole invites Hana to a rock concert when the pair visit New York. Nicole relives the nostalgia of living in New York while Hana lives vicariously through the life of a New Yorker.

A/N: Thank you for the ask! I hope this fits (I was trying to rack my brain very hard to find something that makes sense and this is the conclusion my brain came to). I hope you like it 🩷!! Requests are open if anyone is interested !!

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it!

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Hana dotes on her dress, her slim fingers smoothing down the fabric trying her best to make it look as sleek as she would prefer. The peach colored gown made her feel almost out of place compared to the other outfits she saw - even compared to Nicole she felt like an outcast. She glances around nervously, picking at a stray piece of lint that lingers on her dress. The fabric soft to the touch, cooling and calming - it helped Hana stay grounded despite her nerves.

“Hana!”

She turns her attention to Nicole who smiles brightly, she draws Hana into a quick hug pulling away to hold her at arm’s length. The pair had decided to meet up at the venue as Hana needed to meet with aspiring young men her parents would try to set her up with if King Liam didn’t work out; and Nicole wanted to meet up with her old co-workers. The thought of Nicole as a waitress intrigued Hana, she often wondered what it would feel and be like to be a true New Yorker without a royal background.

“Nicole! I’m so pleased to see you.”

She smiles brightly as Nicole pulls her in to place a kiss on her cheeks, quick and chaste. She sighs to herself happily, the short interaction enough to make her heart flutter in her chest and her mind race with thoughts. Nicole offers her a cup with a weird array of scents coming off of it giving her a puzzled look.

“It’s a concoction of every soda,” Nicole laughs at the concern written across Hana’s features. “Trust me, it sounds gross but it’s - well kind of gross, but that’s half the fun. It’s a New Yorker thing, I guess.”

Hana laughs gently before taking the drink to her lips. She breathes out deeply before taking a sip from the straw, her face scrunching up in disgust before settling into a look of distress. Every polished part of her screams this is nasty and undignified, but most of her is excited. She goes for a second sip getting a squeal of excitement from Nicole.

“I told you!” Nicole laughs, “it sounds gross, tastes gross, but you can’t stop yourself from going back for seconds!”

“I never realized how exciting being a New Yorker could be,” she replies, “you lived such an exciting life before coming to the courts of Cordonia.”

“It wasn’t all glamor, you should’ve seen the giant rat I called my roommate back at my old place.”

“A giant rat? In your home?!” Hana gasps.

“Mhm,” Nicole nods, she leads Hana by the hand further into the stadium they were at. The sound of music grew louder and louder as they weaved through people, Nicole taking lead to make sure she and Hana could get through the crowd quickly. “I named him Derek, I can’t explain it but he looked like a Derek. Though, I think I was influenced by watching Grey’s Anatomy with him.”

Hana shakes her head in disbelief, letting a giggle leave her lips as Nicole pulls her to a stop the both of them watching each other as people talk excitedly around them the overwhelming sound of music and voices nearly drowning them out from hearing one another.

“I’ve never seen Grey’s Anatomy,” Hana whispers, “Is it good?”

“Hmm, think Open Heart with more drama.” Nicole smiles.

“I love Open Heart.”

“You’re welcome for letting you onto it,” Nicole grins, “I have season 3 on DVD we can watch sometime, though be warned it’s not as good as the first season.”

Hana smiles sweetly, her cheeks flushing crimson red thinking back to her marathons with Nicole watching the first and second season. She remembers the warmth of Nicole’s body next to her, the taste of unhealthy American snacks, and the fun they had laughing and crying over fictional characters and what would become of their medical careers. It was different for Hana, before then she’d never even truly seen a film; her family found it a waste of time. A distraction from her studies and her duties as a woman of the Lee family, she only ever recalls watching a single movie in her youth and that being the Titanic because her mother was fascinated by the concept and Leonardo DiCaprio.

She adored this part of life, the contrast different from growing up in New York versus that of growing up in the courts as she did. The fun she felt with Nicole only grew, she made her branch out and try things she never would’ve even considered or thought to be to be done. The sheer amount of American media from film to music to television excited every part of Hana’s brain. There was so much to learn and notate, even media meant for fun consumption Hana found there was something to learn from it. She never thought she’d find herself at a concert in this way — sure she’d been to classical concerts but they paled in comparison to the excited energy around them.

Hana’s pulled out of her thoughts as she gazes onto the stage in the middle of the stadium where a band takes the stage excitedly talking to the crowd.

“Thank you for coming Hana, I’m glad I can share so much of my life with you. I know this is overwhelming, but you’re handling it like a champ!”

Hana grins, “it does hurt my ears a bit, but I’m happy I came. I’m willing to try this for you.” Nicole squeezes Hana’s hand in return, failing to hide a grin in her attempt to be seen as nonchalant. She’s about to reply when the band speaks up, turning their attention away from each other to the front stage.

“Are you ready to rock New York?!”

“WOOOOO!” The crowd cheers, it’s nearly deafening to Hana, as she tries her best to not show it seeing the smile on Nicole’s face.

Before long the concert is in full swing, people mosh and dance around her with excitement. Hana herself is clinging to Nicole’s arm to not get swept away into the craziness of New York’s crowds, enjoying the feeling of holding Nicole’s hand. This is not something she would’ve done herself, she wouldn’t have even considered coming to a rock concert a mere two months ago. There was something about Nicole that made her feel emboldened and brave; it made her a better person.

The bravery she felt with Nicole; it instilled upon her that she could be her own person and face the world with all of her strength and prove herself to her family and friends alike. She studies Nicole, the excitement on her face as she screams lyrics to a song that Hana can barely understand. Hana couldn’t explain it, but despite being unfamiliar and not all that interested with the event, she still felt engaged and she enjoyed herself even. The smile on Nicole’s face was the most important thing to her in this moment; seeing Nicole happy made Hana happy.

Thinking back on this night, Hana would regard this night as the night she truly full heartedly had fallen in love with Nicole Brooks.

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Nicole hunkers down with Hana’s head in her lap, the two of them sitting in the back of a limousine on the way back to the airport. Their four day excursion to New York came to a conclusion, though Nicole almost wishes she and Hana could stay forever and show her all the wonders of New York. Nicole felt comfortable here, it wasn’t all high end glamor and royalty, it was her eating a giant $2 slice of pizza with Derek watching hoping Nicole would drop a few crumbs for him to scurry by and eat.

Nicole longs to be back in New York as much as she won’t express it, so much has changed that she knew she couldn’t just return to New York and pretend she was Nicole Brooks, not Lady Nicole. She wouldn’t know how to settle back into being a waitress with shitty customers, shitty pay, and dull outfits, houses, and friends.

Going to Cordonia reminded Nicole she truly didn’t have many friends or much family to keep up with, she texted a few people in the time she left but none all that important, none that pulled her back to New York. She truly only missed the rock scene, it was her saving grace from her day-to-day life. Long night shifts spent sucking up to rich people for a half decent tip to be able to go see her favorite bands live, to feel a part of a group. Her rock friends being the only few people that would hit her up to see what concerts she’d be at so they could meet up and party together.

She sighs to herself, she wonders what would happen if she’s unable to convince Liam to take her hand in marriage — truthfully, she didn’t know if she even wanted him that much. After everything that happened, everything she’s been through, all the ups and lows, the only constant through it all was Hana. The shoulder for her to rest on and vice versa. She knows she shouldn’t and she knows the possibility is limited; but she often found herself wishing it were Hana’s hand in marriage she was chasing. She shakes the thoughts of her head, Hana and her may have kissed once, but she shouldn’t lose focus now.

She brushes her fingers absently through Hana’s hair, a lingering smile plastered on her features. She hums in appreciation as her fingers glide effortlessly through the strands of Hana’s hair, enjoying the comfort of another person. Her heart giddy in her chest, she never had someone in her life that cares about her happiness like Hana does. Nicole’s many exes would refuse to go on a spontaneous trip or even to a free rock concert.

She remembers the excited, nervous energy bustling through the crowd as they hoisted Hana up to crowd surf. Nicole’s ex would’ve never been caught dead letting herself get crowd surfed, even her ex-boyfriends didn’t appreciate the rock scene as she did. Hana however was different though, she did things Nicole loved without hesitation and Nicole would do the same. She knew her and Hana were more than friends despite the mental turmoil she went through, in the short time she’s known her competing for Prince Liam’s hand in marriage she’s learned more and spent more time with Hana than she did the crowned prince.

She wasn’t sure if Hana returned the feelings, she would be happy just being friends even if they both knew their connection was deeper. She would do anything to keep Hana in her life; she wanted to spend the rest of her life learning about Hana and her interests — as friends or lovers. She wanted to return the favor of doing what Hana loves as Hana does for her.

Nicole leans down to place a kiss to Hana’s temple, whose lips curve into a smile in her sleepy state snuggling in closer to the New Yorker. She strokes Hana’s cheek with the back of her hand; feeling the exhaustion of the night starting to hit her. She herself could also use a nap. Nicole leans back in her seat, her fingers never leaving Hana’s hair as she lets her eyes close hoping her dreams would keep this feeling in her chest alive.

She didn’t know at the time, but this was the moment she truly fell in love with Hana Lee.

[sparklingmusicofstars]

Hamefura pirates theory : Do you think Rozy fell with love with Catarina as a child or it was later ?

As promised I will tell you my theory. I saw some comments and talk to some people and came up with a conclusion.

Spoilers !

I personnaly think that, at that time, Rozion didn't completely fall in love with Catarina. And fortunately...A young boy of fifteen who falls in love with a little girl of eight years old feels kinda gross to me... It's maybe one of the reason Rozy didn't see Catarina as a love interest for all the time they were apart. In his mind she was "the little girl who saved him" But I also think that Catarina is his "type" A bright and kind person who always smile. Maybe when he saw her again, as a woman, and realized that she didn't change make him fall in love with her for "real". After all, in Nicol's route he confessed his feelings for her despite the fact that they almost didn't have any moment together so it means that he fell in love with her in a really short time. But I still think that the time they were apart he thought of the possibility of having feelings for her when he will meet her again. And he had no problem with snaching her away from her fiancé. He really is bold.

Now we will talk about something that I found cute but also very gross is Rozy's obsession with her . He draw her, collected informations about her and always talked about her. Even Silva said that he was "out of his mind" and I agree a bit. Rozy said it was in the Lindgrens's blood to always doted and be obsessed with the ones they care about (and to him it sounds normal). To me Rozy's obsession for her is like the one of a fanboy toward his favorite idol. I think it's very fifting to describe that. For those who saw "Oshi no ko", it's actually the same as Aqua and Ruby's obsession for Ai. After all they never really meet her (before their reincarnations) exept Aqua as a doctor, but they loved her a lot. Moreover Aqua couldn't say if that feeling was love but gave Ai's description when we asked him what was his type. I think it's that kind of relationship he had with her. Rozy loved doing that because it feels like to him that it makes him closer to Catarina. And I also think that he fell in love with her in Silva's route but the way he helped him and encouraged his romance led to think that he gave up on her when he saw Catarina and Silva were in love with each other. The way he gave to Silva the sketch of Catarina while telling him that "he doesn't need it anymore" was clearly his way of telling to Silva that he will support him.

Now the conclusion, in short their relationship during their childhood was the one of a fanboy obsessed with his favorite idol but he would definitely fall in love with her after some time together as "adults" after all they didn't really interact back then. And Catarina is definitely Rozy's "type". Ah, and it's official, Rozy is a stalker, so the crazy type of fanboy. Personnaly a lot of people told me they didn't know why Rozy loves Catarina so much when all she did was eating his candies but I think I can understand his feelings, after all I have the same background as him.

And I also love the fact that Rozy called Catarina "an angel" it's so cute.

That's all ! If you have any question or not agree with what I said, you can tell me. It's just my theory.

[livvyofthelake]

to me timothee chalamet is not like. sexy or fuckable. he’s like a nice young man i would try to set up with my daughter. he would be horrible for her of course but i’d be a 50 year old woman i wouldn’t know that i would just have interactions with him as the charming waiter at our local italian restaurant and i would be like oh nicole you need to go out with that nice boy!! and nicole would be like mom you’re sooo embarrassing. anyway. that’s who he is to me. he’s also a porcelain doll to me and i mean that so sincerely. he is also. comparable to say. a sheet of glittery stickers. or perhaps a single grape flavored skittle. do you understand

[beesthebees]

do u have a fave rarepair :3

I AM SO GLAD U ASKED honestly i dont rlly talk abt my ships as much as I want to

idk if they count as rarepair but Zane x Gene? I jus never rlly hear anyone talking abt them in a positive light. Ive always been a bit embarrassed to admit that I like them jus bc of the whole "uwu smol bean zane x big dom daddy mean Gene" thing that was big when I was young. But I think they could be cute! I enjoy their bickering and I always found their interactions funny especially in the minigames. I genuinely enjoy their dynamic in mystreet and honestly I don't beleive it is possible to bicker with someone every time yall interact and not be a little bit gay for eachother?? Anyway I could keep talking but I'll spare u

Travis, Dante, and KC(mystreet), bc I rlly like Dante x KC and I also rlly like Dante x Travis and then I started thinking abt Travis x KC and I think that they should all kiss romantical n stuff

Another Zane ship I rlly enjoy is Zane x Dante in mystreet! Was it starlight or Love~Love paradise that they shared a room?(i always get those two mixed up) idk I liked their interactions. But I've seen ppl ship them and honestly I think it's adorable. also kestin voices them both and I think thats hilarious

KC and Lucinda in MCD too, again w the rivalry thing in season 1(?) but idk I think they could be gfs

and obviously my favorite ship, Zenix x Me

A few honorable mentions I have no explanation for is KC x Aaron(mystreet), Aph x Sasha(mystreet), KC x Nicole(mcd and mystreet)

Anyway, sorry abt the rant and also idrk if these count as rairpairs so?? But i like talking abt ships i like but I dont rlly do it enough.