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seenoversundown · 22 days ago

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You're My Wishlist

Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (warnings will be towards the end so if you want to skip them) Fluff, Christmas Cheer, Family time, A bit of yearning - which is silly because you got him Char come on girl, Sentimental moments, Cute cute cute, silly post sex comments- we know how Jake is lets be honest. SMUT WARNINGS: Oral (M & F) Hands going places, Unprotected Sex (do as I say, not as I do - WRAP IT UP, KIDS) some light ass related things, a lot of sexy commentary, lingerie, Jake is a MAN 🤭 (Soft Dom)

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: Jake and Charlotte spend their second Christmas together, but lucky for Jake, she has a special present for him waiting at home.

Author's Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS- there was no chance that I wouldn't write something for the festive season, lets be real. I figured since Danny is rapidly approaching his time to shine, and we just left off with these two at Thanksgiving, I may as well wrap up the year with them one more time.

I hope you enjoy it!! This is absolutely not the last you'll be hearing from them- don't worry. They're sweet banter is just what we all needed for the holiday and to warm us up a bit! Okay okay, I can't wait to hear how you feel and I will see you on the other side! 🎄❤️

A Nonsense Christmas - Sabrina Carpenter "You'll be Santa Claus and I'll be Mrs, I'll take you for a ride, I'll be your vixen."

It’s already our second Christmas we’re spending together, and getting to have him with me makes sitting with my parents a little more fun. He came with me last year, and it was one of the first times he really even met them, but thankfully, he’s so quiet and calm that they love him.

This year is different because his parents decided to extend their little vacation and stay up here for Christmas. I think they missed all the boys last year, so now, we’re spending Christmas Eve with his family and Christmas Day with mine. It feels like we’re married already.

The logistics of us spending both days together seemed ridiculous in my head— having to drive down and then back but having my car, and it was all just too much. I’m grateful that Jacob is the person he is; he switched the hours he was going to work with Josh so he could get me last night.

After spending Thanksgiving with his family and then them being around since, today has been much less overwhelming. Getting to hang out with everyone is always so fun, even though we see most of them almost daily. It proves how attached Jacob and I are because we spend the entire time waiting for a reason to be next to each other.

This catches us up to where we are now; I don’t think he’s aware of how attractive he is, even when he’s not trying at all. He decided to wear the same outfit he wore when we kissed for the first time, whether he knew that or did it by accident— regardless, my mouth was watering over him.

It’s just a flannel and jeans, really, but it’s how he looks in them. I just can’t help but think of how adorable he was that night anytime he wears even a variation of it. He’s actually a lot more covered than usual, but it’s only because of the cold.

Now I’m standing here with his family, watching him from across the room, and I still get butterflies when I catch him staring back. I slide my phone out, quickly texting him. I know I could just go see him, but it’s more fun this way.

Me: baby you look so good tonight 😍

Seeing how he smiles at his phone before glancing at me, that man is mine. Mine, mine, mine. All mine. The smirk on his lips alone makes my knees weak. He looks back to his phone, typing quickly and then tucking it under his leg.

Jacob 🖤: just for you, beautiful 😘

“So, how has work been for you?” His dad’s voice caught me off guard.

“Oh!” I let slip out. I composed myself quickly and told him, “We’ve been so busy lately, but we were actually given a few days off because of the holidays, so I can’t complain.”

He chuckles to himself before quietly saying, “Hopefully, you get to enjoy your time off.”

With Jacob? Absolutely, I will.

“How have things been for you?” I ask him. Listening as he tells me how they’re glad they stayed up here a bit longer, I see Jake walking over out of the corner of my eye.

His arm slides around me, feeling his hand firmly planted on my side, keeping me close to him. I glance over at him, whispering, “Hi.” His little smile is enough of a response for me.

His dad chimed in, mentioning something about the bar, but frankly, I was too focused on the handsome man I was attached to.

Watching Jake as he starts telling him, “Yeah, actually, I just—“

And that’s about all I heard. I just stare absentmindedly at how his mouth moves when he talks or how he uses his hands. His fingers tap against me every so often as he explains things, but he always squeezes me or rubs my side when he stops.

He glances over at me. “Well, I’ll let you two finish catching up, I think I’m being put on Santa duty this year.” Pressing a kiss to the side of my head, he carefully lets his hand run over my ass as he walks off.

Santa, huh?

His mom sneaks over, her voice distracting me, “So, Jake said you’re seeing your parents tomorrow.”

“Yes! They’re excited to see him, which is sweet.”

“Oh, I’m so glad they like him,” she breathes out. A small giggle sneaks out of her as she tells me, “I’m partial to him.”

“No, they love him,” I reassure her quickly. “I wasn’t super worried because he’s so laid back, but my parents being who they are definitely made me concerned for a minute.” My eyes go wide, and a slight cringe on my face.

“Well, you never have to worry about us,” she says, grabbing my arm gently. “All of us love you and think you’re perfect for him.”

“He’s pretty great,” I let out. Looking over at him again, I really do love him so much. “Hopefully, he keeps me around.”

She laughs, which is oddly relieving. “Oh, don't be silly! Have you seen the way he looks at you? You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

“Good,” I giggle out quietly. “That means we get to hang out more, too,” I whisper, gesturing between the two of us.

Her arm wraps around me quickly, “That’s the best part about it, isn’t it?”

I find myself watching him as I hang out with his parents and Quinn, just listening to them ask Quinn about school. Even just him sitting on the couch, with the glow of the Christmas tree, he isn’t doing anything in particular other than existing– he’s so fine. I slide my phone out subtly, texting him and then tucking it back under my arm.

Me: What if i said i want you to unwrap me like a present and play with me? 🥰

I can see him fighting a smile as he peeks over at me, shaking his head subtly. Watching him blush over little things is my favorite hobby. I have found it really precious that even after a year, he still gets flustered easily.

Jacob🖤: honey

I send him a little wink before I run off to help his mom with some snacks in the kitchen. Spending time with her during holidays has really become one of my favorite things. She’s quite possibly the nicest person I’ve ever met— her kids are absolutely a product of that.

She was so welcoming to me, even after the situation when we started dating. It was almost like she knew something must have been going on prior to me having a conversation with her one-on-one. Thankfully, we do get along incredibly well, and I couldn’t wish for a better potential mother-in-law. Just thinking that I could call him my husband one day makes me sweat.

Wandering back into the living room, I watch him rearranging the gifts closer to where everybody has slowly been sitting down. He grabs the stockings that his mom put together for everybody, setting them with their piles of gifts. It only takes a minute of being himself before I slide my phone back out.

He spends a few more minutes organizing everything before sitting back in his spot on the couch. He glances over to me, a little smile on his lips. I silently just shake my phone, watching his eyes move down and then grabbing it from his pocket.

Me: I can put on some tall socks later and you can stuff me instead 🤭

His eyes get wide reading my text, shifting a little in his seat as he rubs his face to help prevent himself from reacting. How is he so—? Looking up at me, but his stare felt different. I swear I could see his pupils dilate from across the room.

His quiet voice, barely legible through the chatter of everyone else, “Come here.” His hand patted his thigh as he told me, and if anything was going to light a fire in me, it was that.

His hand slid around my waist as I sat down on his lap; there was absolutely plenty of space that I could just sit next to him, but this was definitely more fun.

“You’re taking this whole Santa bit seriously, huh?” I ask him quietly.

His giggle made his body shake a little as he leaned forward. His face turned so only I could hear him. His voice lowered when he asked, “Have you been a good girl?”

My heart about stopped; oh my god. Without hesitation, I carefully cross my legs, unprepared for him to say something like that. I never expected that to be so sexy.

“What’s wrong, Honey?” his question taunted, as his hand squeezes my thigh just hard enough to make me sweat. I may tease him through text, but the moment he opens his mouth, I’m done for.

“Nothing, baby,” I tell him, a small smile forming on my face. “Just excited to give you a present I forgot at home.”

His eyes bounced to my lips and back before letting out, “Can’t wait.”

The sound of wrapping paper ripping distracted the both of us quickly.

The difference between our families is wild to see. I don’t know if it’s because all three of the boys, when they were younger, just couldn’t stomach waiting, but their parents just let them go wild with opening things. I just kind of watch for a second as they’re all handing gifts back and forth and starting to open them.

My family is way more quiet, and it was only my sister and I, which, given our age gap, made it a lot easier for us to take our time with Christmas gifts. They typically let me go first since I was younger and too excited, but everyone took turns, so it was a drawn-out process in our house.

Their parents just watched as everyone started opening things, and the loud chatter only got worse with the mix of ‘Thank you’s. It’s easy to tell that they love spoiling their kids, but I think they just like getting to spend time with them since they’re all adults now. Seeing how their parents treat them– it makes sense why all three of them are the way they are.

Unwrapping a gift from his mom, a deep forest green knit sweater sits in my lap. It’s so soft. I looked over at her, and she already had eyes on me, apparently.

“Thank you,” I tell her excitedly. “It’s so cute!”

She blows a kiss at me, “You’ll have to show me whatever outfit you put together.” She shoots me a little wink before turning to Sam as he starts to tell her something.

I could just watch all of them interact with each other and be happy about it. The dynamic between all of them is just so loving and sweet. Knowing full well that when the boys were kids, I can only imagine that it was harder. But seeing everybody as adults, and especially since all of their boys now have partners to share the holidays with, it’s adorable to see how their parents act around them.

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After a bit, everybody slowly started losing steam, so we took the chance to get out while we could. We both knew it would take a minute for us to be able to leave since we had to say ‘goodnight’ to everyone, even though we will see the bulk of them this week anyway. The drive to my apartment felt like nothing, maybe because I was selfishly excited to just spend time with him alone.

Staring at him while he drives is a gift on its own. His side profile could be hung in a museum. Listening to his soft little voice after hours spent surrounded by his family, it’s honestly comical how differently he has to speak when Sam and Josh are in the room. It’s not like we don’t see each other enough, but knowing we have to share our time with family, so of course, I’m going to eat up any second I have him to myself. Just getting to enjoy the feeling of his hand on my leg as he drives. But nothing beats the view of his hand gripping the steering wheel. Mmm.

I’m not always proud of the fact that his hands were one of the first things I fully focused on when I met him, but they’re wildly nice. They’re also fairly large, which is baffling because he’s not a big man by any means. Even just getting a small glimpse of his wrist gets me going, his sleeve sliding down slightly. I don’t know what it is about him that makes this happen to me, but I’m not going to complain.

His other hand flexed on my thigh, watching the way his fingers pressed into my leg for a second, giving it a little squeeze; how he puts rings on when we have plans that aren’t just sitting in the bar because he’s definitely figured out that I’m obsessed with it. But honestly, it’s hard not to be obsessed. He can’t exist without casually touching me, which I still get butterflies from even after a year. The moment he sits in the driver’s seat, his hand searches for mine or my leg. If we’re out somewhere, he’s holding my hand, touching my back, pulling me closer to him so people can sneak by us, but leaving his hands wherever they’ve landed.

“So, about this gift you forgot?” he softly asks, his thumb grazing over the back of my hand as he does. My head whips over to him– didn’t realize how zoned out I actually was.

I just hum back, “Mhmm?”

“Did you really forget or..” kept his voice low, but the little smirk on his lips sold him out. Oh, that little shit. He probably has spent the last couple of hours trying to decide what it is and, more than likely, is on the right track with it.

Looking at the time and seeing that we’re almost to my apartment, I make the executive decision to rile him up a little more.

I let out quietly, “It’s something I wouldn’t want your mom to see.” Reaching over and tuck some of his hair behind his ear so I have a clearer view of his sweet face. Even in the dark, I can see the red creep into his cheeks as it clicks in his brain.

“I love you,” he giggles out, pulling my hand up to kiss the back of it a few times.

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Once we’ve made it inside, dropping our bags that Jake insisted he could carry all of. I watch him plop himself down onto my couch, curling up with one of the throw pillows as he watches me put some of my things away.

“Hey you,” he says, barely loud enough to get my attention. “You can clean tomorrow.”

Pouting at him, I whisper back, “I only have like two more things.”

“Well, hurry up,” he giggles, with a big cheesy grin on his face. “I need to know what this gift is before I lose my mind.” I can feel the excitement radiating from him.

“Ohhhh,” I teased him. “Just stay there for me– I’ll go get it.” Shooting him a little wink as I scurried off into my room.

Pulling the lingerie from my drawer— there’s not much to it. Slipping on the bottoms before working on the top. I spent too much time scrolling, trying to find a cute Christmas set to surprise him, and with that, I ended up here. The bra basically just being a ribbon that you tie over your tits, dreading to admit that it is actually kind of cute once it’s on. I step in front of the mirror to make sure the bow is even. Oh, he’s going to lose his mind, regardless.

Fluffing my hair up a little and reapplying some lipstick, I do one more little spin in front of the mirror before ripping the metaphorical band-aid off.

“Baby,” I say loudly as I open my door. “Are you ready?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

I can’t help but giggle at his little voice. Telling him quietly, “Probably not.” Rounding the corner to my living room where he is.

“Oh my–” falls out of him. His hand covering his mouth as he mumbles, “Holy shit, Char.”

“Worth the wait?” I ask quietly, feeling the blood rush into my face. Something about standing in front of him in this as he just stares at me makes my body feel warm.

“I– um,” he hesitates as he stands up from the couch, taking a few steps over to me. His hands grab mine, and holding my arms out as his eyes take down my body. “You’re always gorgeous, but this is something.”

“Oh, let me show you–” I spit out, starting to slowly spin around, still holding one of his hands.

“Honey, fuck me,” he whispers. Just listening to him fall apart is already fun. “My god.” To be fair— the bottoms do not really cover much… which was probably a little mean of me.

“Well, I just thought,” I start, stepping closer to him. “Since you work so hard—“ I adjust the collar on his flannel, trying to avoid eye contact with him because I know he’s already struggling.

He raises his eyebrows but just hums back, “Mhmm.”

My hands run down his chest as I keep going, “And you do so much for me—“ I press myself into him, batting my lashes at him a few times.

“Anything for you,” his eyes soften, but the little smile on his lips is devious.

“And I love you so so much,” I tell him, running my finger down the slope of his nose and then holding the side of his face. Feeling his hands slide around my waist as I tell him, “You deserved something extra special for Christmas.”

“Is that right?” He asks, his voice a bit lower.

“Mhmm,” I hum back before whispering, “Whatever you want.”

He leans in, kissing me gently before asking, “You sure about that?”

I just nod, wrapping my arms around his neck and walking him toward the couch. He sits down, pulling me into his lap. Instantly, his hands are sliding up my thighs.

I move to straddle him, sitting up on my knees for a second, and I watch the gears in his head start turning. It takes less than a second before the cool air hits my skin.

“Oops,” he lets out quietly, giggling to himself as the bow comes undone. His hands wrap around my rib cage, pulling me closer, leaving little kisses against my sternum.

His hands move to grab my ass; his smirk into me is so cute, but it makes me nervous. Watching him not know what to do as he slides his hands up my body, giving my tits a little squeeze.

I whisper, not to distract him too much, “I love when you’re like this.”

“Yeah?” His eyes glance up at me as I’m still hovering over him a bit.

“Mhm,” I hum. Deciding to lean into it a little, I tell him, “You’re always so gentle; it’s fun when you let loose a little.”

His stare changed slightly, but a little smile crept onto his face.

“In that case,” he lets out, wrapping an arm around me, picking me up as he stands but quickly plopping me back down onto the couch and crawling over me, sliding his leg in between mine, pressing it against me when he leaned down to kiss me. Fighting every urge as the pressure alone already feels good.

Leaving wet kisses against my neck, working his way down until I watch his face light up as he’s brushing his thumbs over my nipples. A small whimper sneaks out of me, which makes him look up.

“Does that feel good?” he asks; the tone of his voice makes me shiver. He carefully rolls them between his thumb and index fingers, his jaw going a little slack while he stares at me. My legs twitch around his at the feeling. “Oh, it’s that good, huh?”

All I can do is nod. My hands reach to grab his shirt, but he’s quick to grab my wrists, pinning them above me with one of his hands. My breathing is heavy as he hovers over me; he just stares at me for a minute.

“You said whatever you want,” he whispers, leaning in close to my face.

All I can manage is a small “mhm.”

He brushes his lips over mine– his smile making my heart race. He lowers his voice when he tells me, “Then be a good girl and let me play with you.”

My hips defy me, grinding against his thigh as a quiet moan slips out. He’s so sexy, oh my god.

“Oohh,” he coos, taunting me. “You do like when I call you that.”

I just bite my lip gently as I look back at him. I don’t know what’s come over him but I’m not about to fight it.

“Thought you got away with it earlier,” he says smugly. “I knew you crossed your legs because I made your pretty little cunt ache.”

My jaw drops at how he’s speaking, letting out a quiet “Jacob.”

His sweet little laugh as he leans in to kiss me, feeling the smile against me, taking every chance to kiss his cupid's bow until he mumbles against me, “What, honey?”

“You’re just,” I start, but the way he’s smiling at me makes my brain stall. “Um, you’re so—“

His little raspy voice chimed in, “Tell me.”

I stare at him in awe; Jacob’s never like this, so forward. He giggles quietly at my lack of response, his free hand holding the side of my face, letting his thumb run over my cheek gently.

“Mmm, that’s okay,” he whispers, his hand sliding down my neck until I feel him lightly trace circles around one of my nipples. He dips down, wrapping his lips around it, following that same circular movement with his tongue. A small groan comes from me at the feeling when he moves to the other side, teasing me the same way but quietly letting out a small ‘mmm.’ His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down the middle of my chest.

“Keep these here, alright?” he whispers, squeezing my wrists a few times. I nod at him, biting the inside of my lip. Watching as he sat up, grabbing both of my legs and lifting them– blocking any view I had of whatever he was going to do. Until I feel his tongue flat against my clit, sending a shiver through my body.

His mouth is warm against me, knowing all the right places to be, god he’s too good at this. The moans practically fall out of me when he slips one of his fingers inside. Years of working with his hands really are just a godsend for me– he can ruin my life with minimal effort.

Pushing my legs closer to my chest, I feel his mouth moving lower. Um.. But he picks up the pace with his hand, and my mind goes blank again.

“Mmm, baby,” I let out quietly. Feeling the little smirk on his face as he kisses the inside of my thigh.

Gently biting at it before he tells me, “I have an idea.”

Pulling me up to him, planting a kiss on me, and whispering, “Turn around for me.”

I’ve never moved quicker– turning around and leaning down onto my elbows. The feeling of him gently sliding his hands over my legs gives me butterflies. His breath against my skin alone made me feel a bit desperate, knowing that I was littered with goosebumps.

His lips made contact with my ass, leaving a few kisses on me before he mumbled, “God, I love you.”

The gasp I let out when his fingers make contact with my clit, almost maddening how he knows just how to move to make everything feel better. Sliding them to feel how wet he’s made me, which he doesn’t have to try for that to happen. Just knowing he’s behind me is enough.

Moans keep sneaking out of me, which only keeps him motivated. Feeling his free hand grabbing at my ass every so often, always following it with a small kiss until he just spreads me open.. holding it there for a moment. The cool air hit places I hadn’t anticipated, which felt oddly vulnerable.

“Whatever I want, right?” he asks.

I glance back over my shoulder slightly, “Mhm.”

“You’re sure?”

I give him a slight nod; what is he doing?

Without hesitation, he flicks his tongue against my clit, making sweet little circles around it. Licking a wide stripe up, finding it harder to resist grinding against him. He lingers there for a second; I swear I can feel that he’s nervous.

My jaw falls open as his tongue makes contact, not having felt anything like that before. He laps at me like he’s starving and slips one of his fingers back into me, pressing down as he does. Holy shit.

“Baby– oh my god,” slips out louder than I wish it did. My hands are grabbing desperately at the couch cushion, not knowing what else to do. Truthfully, I’d never been comfortable enough with a man to let him near my ass like this, but Jacob is different.

Pulled from my thoughts when his hand rapidly started rubbing my clit; the tension from my orgasm building about to burst. His tongue presses harder into me when it hits. A light layer of sweat covers me as my hands death-grip the couch.

He whispers, “Stay right here for me, honey.” Luckily for him, I don’t think I could move if I wanted to.

He’s only gone for maybe a minute before he’s sat in front of me, tucking some hair away from my face. He leans in, kissing my cheek a few times, mumbling, “I cleaned up, don’t worry.” I giggle into him, soaking up the feeling of his lips on mine.

He slides the flannel off and then pulls his shirt over his head with one hand— no matter how many times I’ve seen him do that, it’s still hot.

“Sit up for me,” he tells me. I turned to face him, still sitting on my knees. My hands flew to unbutton his jeans for him. Dragging them down his legs until his hand is holding my jaw, laughing into a kiss as he finishes pulling them off. “Mmm, open for me, yeah?”

He stands fully; I can’t take my eyes off him. Watching him as he stroked himself a couple of times, and my mouth fell open like he asked. He slides himself in, and my lips wrap around him instantly. His hands hold the sides of my head as he starts gently thrusting himself into my mouth.

I keep my eyes on his face— the way his eyes are closed and that delicious little pout of his. Occasionally, his mouth falls open slightly, especially when he’s hitting the back of my throat gently. Listening to the little moans come from him, he sounds so sweet.

He pulls back completely, leaning down to kiss me— this man I swear. Grabbing me, he just picks me up, turning me to face the back of the couch. Instinctually propping my arms up on the back of the couch, I push my ass into him a little.

Taking no time, he slides himself into me, slowly pushing his cock all the way in. Maybe he was onto something with the “cunt aching” thing because, good god, I needed that.

He gently fucks me, his hips moving at a crawling pace. I let out a few small ‘mmm’s knowing that’s what gets him going; his hands squeezing my hips every time.

“Mmm, my beautiful girl,” he lets out. My heart pounds at his voice. “Taking my cock so well.”

“Jake,” I moan, unable to hold it in. Where has he been hiding all this?

He leans over me, kissing my shoulder blade lightly. His hips stop moving for a second— just long enough for him to whisper, “If you want me to stop, just tell me. Okay?” And there’s my sweet Jacob again.

Turning my face, so I can just barely see him. I open my mouth to respond to him, but the only thing that comes out is, “Oh.” His thumb lightly grazes my other hole, sending a chill through my body, and I can feel my face heat up. Why does that feel kinda..

“Is that okay?” He asks quietly.

Shyly I mumble back, “um.. yes.”

His hips start to move again as he gently adds pressure with his thumb— the moan coming out of me sounds feral. Holy shit.

Every noise that escapes me makes him snap his hips harder into me. He grabs one of my hands, pulling it back towards him and resting it on his wrist before his thumb starts pushing a bit harder.

The feeling of it starting to slip in, I can’t fight the gasp I let out. He keeps slowly pushing it further, and I have to admit that it feels good, littering the air with my moans, his hips slamming into me, and he finally slips his thumb into me. My hand grabs his wrist quickly at the feeling.

“Hun—“ his voice sounds serious.

My head falls back, the sweat starts forming again, and I tell him, “Baby, I’m close—“

He wraps his arm around me, pulling me up against him but gently moving his hand away. His face tucked into my neck, whispering, “Let me have it.”

“Come with me,” I moan.

He snakes his hand down, barely touching my clit, and I can already feel myself about to break.

“Tell me where,” he says, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. My brain feels fuzzy as I try to focus on his voice, but the rest of him is driving me crazy.

“Baby— fuck,” I spit out. “Come in me.” My body leans forward a little, my legs starting to shake as my orgasm hits. “Fuck, Jacob. Come, baby.”

His hips are getting sloppy, and I can feel him release. His sweet moans littered the air, a slew of ‘fuck’s as he came down from it– leaving kisses on my shoulder when I heard him giggling.

He backs up from me, but I feel something soft immediately covering me. What is he-? Glancing down, he’s holding his shirt against me so I can sit and not mess up my couch. Ew, I love him.

“What are you on about, giggles?”

He just smiles at me, shaking his head.

“Jacob, you’re gonna end up telling me. Spit it out,” I say, laughing with him.

“Hun, it’s just—“ he starts, cutting himself off with a laugh. I’d watch him smile like this forever, even if I never got the rest of his thought. “How am I supposed to look your parents in the eye tomorrow?” Laughing with him this time, he has a point.

“It won’t be that bad..” I try to make him feel better.

He wipes his hand over his mouth, looks at me, and fights his smile when he says, “Honey, please. I just ate your ass and came inside you— at what point is it not that bad?”

“JACOB,” I bark out, my face heating up as I laugh.

He walks back over, kissing the top of my head before mumbling, “Come on, you– let’s get you cleaned up.”

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I come out into the living room after showering, and he’s already sitting on the couch. Just seeing him comfortable and not actively checking on the bar is nice.

Naturally, I’m crawling into his lap; nothing is better than being close to him. He would just pull me into him anyway.

“I have something for you,” he whispers.

“Oh?”

“Mhmm. Here,” he says, handing me a small present.

Quickly peeling back the wrapping paper, a small ornament is sitting in my hands. A little gold frame that looks vintage, with a cute picture of us from a date night a few weeks ago.

We found a little Christmas market that was going on in Portland and of course, they had so many cute background options. This specific photo was one of the last ones we took because we were both cold and getting delirious, which you can tell by the way he squished my face a little in his hand as he kissed me. It’s my favorite one; he looks so happy even if I forced him into a million pictures that night.

Flipping it over, I noticed that he put the year in the bottom corner but wrote, ‘one more?’ in the middle because I definitely asked him every photo if we could just take ‘one more.’

“Jacob,” I whisper, my throat a little tight at how sweet he is. “I love it— I love you.”

He kisses the side of my head gently, “I’m glad— I love you so much.”

I stand up from him, walking right over to the skinny tree I have decorated and rearranged a few things to be able to hang this one up.

Standing back and looking at it, my eyes tear up a little. I take a deep breath as I stare at it; I don’t know what I did to deserve this man. Feeling his arms slide around me and his face tuck into my neck, pressing a little kiss into the side of it.

“Merry Christmas, honey,” he whispers, letting his lips rest on my cheek, and I can feel the smile on his face.

I lean back into him, my heart fluttering because I absolutely just fell in love with him all over again. I turned to look at him, his eyes sparkling from the lights on the tree. Nothing will ever compare to this feeling. If he only knew that he’s the greatest gift I’ll ever get. I lean in, pressing a kiss against his lips and whispering, “You too, baby.”

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subway-boss-jericho · 4 months ago

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Queuing posts for most of my AUs! Check out this Masterpost! (Disclaimer! - Please don't comment about their iconic knife bangs! I left them off this reference to keep their faces fully visible.)

Fossil AU

-Premise- (TW: Temporary character death mentions) Ingo's disappearance had been weighing on Emmet a little too much, to the point that everyone else had noticed. With some protest, they managed to convince him to take a vacation and get away from work. Emmet decided to go to Sinnoh. He had always had a soft spot for fossil pokemon, and with their bustling, active fossil community, he thought he might hit the underground and get Archeops a buddy. He was having a lot of fun! They managed to dig up a dome, skull, and root fossil- a great haul! The dome fossil even had pearls embedded in the surrounding rock, that might end up verrry special!

Unfortunately the revival in Oreburgh does not go smoothly as expected. Lileep and Cranidos went fine- but there was no Kabuto to round off the trio. In a freak accident, they've broken the laws against the scientific necromancy of any deceased persons- Covered in spines and plates, his twin brother sits up on the revival table. When the first words that leave Ingo's mouth are, "...How am I alive..?" it only makes more questions than answers.

-Noteworthy Points- Emmet's outfit here is based on a gag comic I made, I promise he doesn't wear this all the time. Those aren't sleeve cuffs, they're custom arm bands. Enjoy! :]

Ingo is not fused with a kabuto! He has some of the genetic material combined with him, but no kabuto were harmed in the making of this centuries long comeback! The spines were from Kabuto, but the "dome fossil" was uh,,, kind of Ingo's skull. The pearls are from the Pearl Clan burial rituals. Yes he is a rock type now. His outfit is custom made for him, pearl clan themed at his request. (Although he has others!) It's loose fitting and drape-y to keep from restricting or covering up his spines and plates, as the sensory feeling of it makes him uncomfortable.

👉👈 Held off on talking about this one for a long time because I know other people have done it before, but I came up with this idea a solid while before I saw any others pop up. Not trying to have a "who did it first" war, just trying to say this isn't based on or inspired by anyone else's stuff!

-Links- Discussion - What about other pearl clan members? Artwork and Official Writing - Little Pearl Artwork and Discussion - Ingo's Eye

#Submas #Fossil AU #Ingo #Emmet #Pokemon Ingo #Pokemon Emmet #Submas Art #Subway Boss Ingo #Subway Boss Emmet #Death #Temporary Character Death #Reunion

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starwarsmum · 19 days ago

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Day 22 is coffee break! The third part of a (now) 4 part story. It's also got the prompt from day 8, Truth Serum/Confessions

Part 1 Part 2

@maribat-calendar-events

Jason knew that something was going on with Damian. The little brat had returned from a school trip to Paris and he'd seemed…different. He still snarled at everyone, he still lashed out if someone tried to touch him but he was practically glued to his phone.

On a Saturday morning, Jason caught the demon smirking at the device, fingers flying as he typed into it. Already suspicious, he waited several moments before deciding he would get to the bottom of it. He cleared his throat and Damian jumped, glaring up at him.

“Tt, what do you want, Todd?” Damian was scowling, but his ears were tinged red. Immediately, Jason was cataloguing the way the younger boy angled his phone away and the way his eyes shifted away from Jason's when he tried to hold his gaze.

“Nothing much, just wondered what you were up to,” Jason replied cautiously, not moving any closer in case he spooked the kid. “We haven't really talked since you got back from your school trip, did you have fun?”

“I do not know what relevance that could possibly be to you,” Damian retorted, still glaring. “But if you must know, it was an adequate use of my time, unlike this conversation. I did not accomplish everything I had hoped to whilst there, but it appears as though I will not be given a chance to return in the near future.”

It was the longest speech he had ever said to Jason, and it stunned him into silence. He stared for a few moments longer before apologising for interrupting and going to find Bruce. He may not agree with the man on several things, but surely they would agree that something was going on with the kid and help him get to the bottom of it.

When he approached Bruce's office, he could hear Tim and Bruce having a Serious Conversation(TM). They were speaking in low tones, clearly not wanting to be overheard and Jason decided he didn't want to start an argument so he announced his presence immediately.

“Yo, something's up with Demon Spawn,” he declared, pushing the office door open. Bruce gave a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn't say anything, but Jason could almost hear the old bat say something about knocking. “Listen, I caught him doing something on his phone and he was practically smiling. And then he told me about his school trip with hardly any prompting. So, are we gonna get to the bottom of this, or what?”

“There isn't really anything to talk about. Brat just wants a longer vacation or something,” Tim said dismissively. Jason eyed him sceptically, before turning the look onto Bruce. “Seriously, that's it. He came in here to ask if he could go back because he ‘did not get to see all of the national monuments’ while he was there.”

“And that doesn't strike you as kind of odd? When has he ever wanted a vacation? Hell, we had to practically force him into the plane the first time, why would he suddenly want to go back?”

“He did mention that he didn't get to look around the Louvre properly,” Bruce offered, grimacing at the deadpan look Jason leveled at him. “Look, Jay, it's great that you're taking an interest in Damian, but I think you're seeing something that isn't there.”

Scowling lightly, Jason stalked out of the office without bothering to say goodbye, vowing to himself that he would get to the bottom of it. What he didn't expect was to get an answer by the end of the day, and by accident at that.

“...get there if you required me,” Damian said softly, gazing at his laptop screen. He didn't notice Jason in the hallway, which told Jason that the person he was speaking to had his undivided attention. He wondered if it was Jon, but he'd never heard him speak so gently with the Super. He was absolutely floored when a French female voice floated through the air next.

“It's fine, Dami, I understand. Besides, you were just here a week ago, it would be weird if they let you just come back,” the girl said, her tone consoling. “But thank you, I know I can count on you if I need you. Listen, I'd better go to bed soon, I'll need the sleep if something happens. Text me when you get up tomorrow?”

Damian murmured that he would, both of the kids whispering goodbye sweetly before he ended the video call. Jason froze, unsure if he was safe to move just yet, but not wanting to be caught spying. When a few minutes had passed, he decided it was better to leave than risk being found.

So, Damian had a little girlfriend. If it wasn't so bizarre, Jason would be filled with a manic glee over having something to blackmail the little shit with. But, since this was Damian, who didn't even like his family, let alone random girls, he was concerned more than anything.

He decided he needed more information before he did anything else, and that meant he was going to need to do some sneaking.

_ _ _

It took a couple of days, but Jason was able to hack into Damian’s phone and crack open his messages. There weren't many conversations open and undeleted, so it was pretty easy to locate the girl he had been talking to almost constantly since returning from France.

Her name was Marinette, and once he had it he was able to find her school information, her current employment and a bunch of social media accounts she ran. She seemed completely ordinary, a normal girl with a normal life and it just made him more confused - how had this seemingly sweet, creative kid decided to date Damian of all people.

Because he'd confirmed it by reading their messages, Demon Spawn had definitely snagged himself a French girlfriend while in Paris. And in spite of himself, Jason was impressed. When he'd been researching the girl, he had seen that whilst she was fairly ordinary, she was exceptional in her ordinary life.

She had been spotted by both Gabriel Agreste and Audrey Bourgeois, who practically ruled the fashion scene, apparently. Not only that but she was class president, helped with charity work and worked in her parent’s bakery. If ever there was an overachiever, this girl was it.

The thing that alarmed him was the references to ‘akumas’ that came up semi-frequently, and when he dug into it, he was horrified to see that a kid's blog that he had dismissed as fantasy was actually a recording of a supervillain operating in Paris.

Jason wasted no time in confirming his findings and then presenting them to Bruce and co. He carefully kept the fact that Damian had a girlfriend to himself, not wanting to alert the family to the depth of his snooping.

Once everyone was aware of the threat, there were immediate plans made to visit Paris and help the young heroes. Damian was quizzed about what he had encountered whilst there and he reluctantly told them about what had happened.

Once he had finished, he added that he had only withheld the information because the local heroes had been vehemently opposed to other heroes becoming involved. They had described events in which civilians with meta abilities were turned into akumas with devastating results.

But since they were now aware, he began to advocate for select members of the Batfamily to visit Paris with the intention of ending the threat of Hawkmoth. Jason held back laughter as the kid adamantly refused to be left behind, threatening all manner of atrocities before Bruce agreed to bring him with them.

_ _ _

It took four days to make the necessary arrangements, and Damian's mood worsened with every delay. Bruce believed it was impatience to deal with a supervillain, but Jason could see the way he would glance at his phone as they discussed the delays.

But, bizarrely, he didn't request using the Zeta Tubes to hurry the process. If Jason hadn't known he wanted to see his civilian girlfriend, who likely had no idea that he was Robin, he would have found it suspicious. Frankly, the fact that neither Tim nor Bruce found it suspicious was exasperating.

As soon as they stepped out of the airport, Damian declared that he was going to reconnect with his contacts in the class that his had shadowed when he came on the school trip. Jason smirked when he got out of the car outside a park that was adjacent to both a school and a bakery, but didn't say anything.

Once they were a little further away, Jason complained about sitting for too long until they pulled over and let him out too. It didn't take long to circle back and find where Damian was waiting for his girlfriend outside of her school. Checking the time, Jason grinned as he realised he would get to see their reunion himself any moment.

It was fun to observe the little hellion as he straightened up when his lady love stepped out of the building, laughing at something her friend had said. The girl in glasses that she was talking to was giggling as well, but they both pulled up short when Damian called out to Marinette.

It was so worth being there in person. The girl, Marinette, broke into a huge smile before racing down the stairs and throwing herself at Damian. He caught her easily, lifting her slightly and burying his face in the crook of her neck. Jason refrained from joining in the catcalls that her classmates started up, but he did take a few pictures, for posterity.

Now that he had seen it with his own two eyes, he decided it was time for him to circle back to the hotel and get some rest before they attempted to meet up with the French heroes later that day.

_ _ _

The first meeting with the French heroes went…well. They were obviously young, which made Jason feel things, but he counted to ten and pushed those feelings way down. He should be worried at how easily he repressed them, but that was a thought for later. There was something about Paris that was keeping the Pit Madness at bay and he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

It was during the next day when they experienced their first akuma attack and Jason suited up excitedly. They stuck mostly to the rooftops, watching the fight as it inched closer and closer to them.

Ladybug was yo-yo-ing around, nimbly dodging the akuma that called itself Veritas. It appeared to have the power to compel the truth out of people which, for heroes and vigilantes with secret identities? Not a great thing. And when Chat Noir distracted Ladybug with a poorly timed pun, Jason saw that Veritas was leveling his weapon at her back.

Thinking quickly, Jason shoved the young heroine out of the way and took the hit himself. He knew well enough that his secrets being spilled here, an ocean away from his home turf, was lower risk than Ladybug giving away her secrets directly to her own nemesis. He felt the pressure almost immediately and couldn't clench his teeth in time to stop the words from coming out.

“Robin has a girlfriend,” Jason blurted out, wincing at the glare the younger boy sent him. “She's a cute little pixie girl, dark hair and blue eyes - honestly she's adoption bait for B if anything - and her name is-”

“Enough, Red Hood,” Robin barked, flinging a batarang at his helmet. But it didn't stop him, nothing seemed able to stop him.

“-Marinette.”

A choked noise came from Ladybug and they all turned to look at her. She was bright red, her skin blending into her suit a little as she stared dumbstruck at Robin. But then she seemed to shake it off and merely gave him a significant look before swinging away.

Jason could feel more secrets bubbling under his skin, a compulsion to share everything straining his lungs. And then, abruptly, it vanished. It took a moment to realize that some poor woman had been hit and was telling her work colleague about a fantasy she had had about her.

“Looks like she can only compel one person at a time,” Ladybug said, dropping back down on an adjacent rooftop. “I think it's time for a Lucky Charm!”

Within seconds, Ladybug had concocted a convoluted plan and gave a series of bizarre orders to her partner and the Bats. Even more bizarre, it worked, and after only one or two minutes Veritas was free of the akuma.

“Bye bye little butterfly. Miraculous Ladybug!” Ladybug threw the telescope in the air and magic washed over everything, righting any wrongs and stopping the verbal tirade from a very overworked waiter at a nearby café. “Well, thanks for your help, but we should probably-”

“Aw, come on Bugaboo, we've got a couple of minutes!” Chat said, leaning on his staff and grinning. “I for one am very curious about this girlfriend of Robin. Marinette, you said, didn't you Red Hood? Cute girl with dark hair and blue eyes, I believe?”

“Chat, I don't think that now is the time. Besides which they're clearly talking about their civilian lives and we should not be prying,” Ladybug said severely, an unamused look on her face.

“But the description just happens to match a certain baker's daughter that we know-”

“It also matches my physical description, Chat, it doesn't mean anything! Robin and the others are from America, what's the likelihood of it being some nobody from Paris?” Ladybug looked annoyed now, her hand cocked on her hip. “But regardless it is none of our business. Now our timers are running low, so move your mangy butt out of here.”

“Me-ouch,” Chat said as Ladybug leapt from the roof, yo-yo arching out and pulling her away. “Well, as the boss says, cat-ch you all later!”

When the Bats were alone they all stared at Robin, except for Jason who was studying the rooftop intently. He felt bad that he'd blurted out the little guy’s secret but he also knew that all bets were off when it came to magic.

“We can discuss this properly when we're back to base,” Batman said at last, gesturing for everyone to get off the rooftop and make their separate ways back to the hotel rooms.

The text exchange between Marinette and Damian at the beginning

Marinette:

My break starts in 20 minutes! Text me if you're free xox

Damian:

Good morning, Marinette. How is your day going so far? My father is being impossible, as is Drake, and I have escaped on a coffee run if you have a few minutes to chat?

Marinette:

Hey Dami! It's going okay, my friend is refusing to let me do four shots of espresso so that I can function, which is just rude really. What'd B & T do?

Damian:

Drake declined my request to go on a trip to Paris for Wayne Enterprises and father agreed with him. The betrayal has been bitter and I shall enact my revenge when they least suspect it.

Marinette:

And it will be well deserved. But just out of curiosity, what did you tell them was the reason you wanted to come back to Paris so soon?

Damian:

Tt, I hardly see how that is relevant.

Marinette:

Did you just type *tt* at me?? Seriously? Damian.

Damian:

That was uncalled for, I am sorry, Marinette. Whilst I am frustrated, I should not have taken it out on you. What can I do to make it up to you?

Marinette:

Dami, you don't have to do anything! I'm sorry you're so frustrated, I wish I could help.

Damian:

Talking to you always helps, chérie. Why are you so tired today?

Marinette:

Ugh, Hawkass decided to give a kid who had a nightmare the power to bring other people's nightmares to life. It was horrendous, and I couldn't sleep afterwards because of nightmares.

Damian:

I am so sorry, is there anything I can do?

Marinette:

Unless you can work out who he is, the only thing that will help is time. Besides, talking to you always makes me feel better <3

…

WAIT A MINUTE.

Damian:

Yes?

Marinette:

You didn't answer my question! Gah, I have to go back now, but we will be talking about this later. Have a good day xox

Damian:

We'll see x

Part 4

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hwaslayer · 2 years ago

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❥ please read my FAQ before anything, some questions may already be answered here!

❥ these are all my original works. all works are purely fiction and most contain mature content (18+), therefore it should not be viewed by minors. please do not repost or translate my work!

❥ key - fluff [f] | angst [a] | smut [s]

❥ fic playlists | wips

—ot8

❥ when the cat and wolf play | [a], [s]

spin-off from the bts witchers series; set in the same universe, years later

—one shots

❥ talk the talk

—mini series

❥ vivrant thing | [f], [a], [s] | release: aug '24 (completed)

inspired by the song: 'vivrant thing’ by q-tip

after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual.

—one shots

❥ after hours | [f], [s]

an invitation to wooyoung’s event leads to the unexpected— a night of revelation that deeply blurs the lines between harmless fun and the thrill of exploring something more.

—series

❥ everythingship | [f], [a], [s]

inspired by the movie: life as we know it ;

your relationship with song mingi is the true definition of love and hate. though annoyingly despicable at times, he’s still someone you’ve grown fond over and both of your bestfriends are to thank for that. when life-altering moments leave you and mingi in charge of your bestfriends’ 10 month old daughter, the two of you learn out how to navigate treacherous waters together.

—one shots

❥ butterflies | [f], [s]

life with your husband & daughter is always full of butterflies.

—series

❥ wildfire | [f], [a], [s] | release: august '24 (in progress)

assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t.because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—one shots

❥ crimson | [a], [s]

life has always revolved around the club, the money, the clients— that is, until a first-time experience changes everything for san, for you; causing lines to be blurred, boundaries that are crossed. he didn’t think he’d get wrapped around your finger, falling deep into your spell. after all, he did become your number one client.

—mini series

❥ flowers on the floor | [f], [a], [s] | release: july '24 (completed)

when yeosang decided he was going to take a month-long vacation, he was mainly hoping to get away from his mundane routine and the stress of work. he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet you and build a connection unlike he’s ever known. when the end of his vacation nears, promises are made to keep the relationship alive, to keep it blossoming. but eventually, as the reality settles in and the distance continues to put a wedge into your relationship, you drop your end of the promise without any trace. despite the heartbreak, all yeosang can do is think about you— hoping the universe will lead you to each other again

—series

❥ project: make you love me (ft. park seonghwa) | [f], [a], [s] | release: july ‘23 (completed)

yunho can't stand how you're so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

❥ the space between us three | [f], [a], [s] | release: nov '24 (in progress)

while juggling the demands of life, yunho continues to do his best to raise his independent 11 yr old daughter, seora. throughout the years, they’ve built a strong foundation, an unbreakable bond— one that consists of late night talks and food runs, father/daughter dates, and sideline cheerleading at her basketball games. so when you unexpectedly come into their world, things shift. despite the uncertainty and the fear of stepping outside of their comfort zone, yunho and seora eventually learn how to open their hearts and learn how to rebuild a home where three can thrive together.

—series

❥ untitled (ft. park seonghwa) | [f], [a], [s]

everything and everyone in your life has always been safe. you have incredibly supportive bestfriends, two fathers you adore, and your life planned out for the next 5-10 years. for hongjoong though, it’s the opposite— known to be the campus badboy, he’s someone who doesn’t take anything seriously, hates commitment and seems to encounter something new every day. when you cross paths with hongjoong, you begin to think that being safe and comfortable isn’t exactly what you want all the time.

—one shots / drabbles

❥ home | [f], [a], [s]

when your home no longer feels like home.

❥ red eye | [f], [a], [s]

hongjoong will give you everything and anything even if it's 4am, straight off a red-eye.

—mini series

❥ love you in slow motion | [f], [a], [s] | release: april '24 (completed)

seonghwa will go through hell and back for you, as long as he can continue to see that smile on your face. because to him, that smile feels like a rainbow after the rain, the warmth of the sun on a winter day. because to him, you're more than just his bestfriend— you're love. even though everyone seems to see that except you.

—series

❥ darkness in divinity | [f], [a], [s]

as a fallen angel, seonghwa runs alongside of his leader, yoongi, his right-hand, hongjoong, and the rest of the fallen as they work to keep their underground activities alive and continue to make yoongi's power known across the city. despite the constant chaos and the darkness that surrounds him, he eventually meets you and finds a light that awakens within him. but as the stakes grow higher, seonghwa begins to question the path he's chosen— torn between his loyalty to yoongi and the group, and his need to protect you from danger that arises.

#atz masterlist #ateez masterlist #masterlist #atz fanfiction #ateez fanfiction #atz #ateez #hwaslayer: fics #writing

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creadigol · 1 year ago

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i adore your writing!! it's so fantastic!! could you maybe do something involving a grumpy x sunshine pairing with one of them being targeted by a killer, like in a slasher movie? but you totally don't have to if you don't want to!

Thank you so much! I must admit that I have never tried my hand at a slasher type genre, but I have always wanted to give it a go. And you must have read my mind bc a grump X sunshine pairing is my absolute favorite! I hope y’all like this! So sorry for the long wait!

Warning: There is blood, gore, and obsessive characters in this one. Please take care while reading if those are sensitive issues. Love y’all!

I decided to try this with a few original characters I made for a story I’m currently working on. So, the characters are mine, but this amazing idea is all this anonymous sender!

It was so silent they not only heard it, but felt it.

The dark of the closet was cut only by the thine stream of light the crooked door frame provided. Leo thought his heart would beat right out of his chest, but he still resisted the urge to gulp in breaths like his panic so desperately wanted him to.

How had they not seen? In retrospect it was oh so obvious. Everyone Leo had ever become close to, everyone who he had expressed even the slightest interest in romantically ended up dead or severely injured. It was a nightmare in the truest sense. But, the “accidents” had always seemed just that. Just accidents.

God, he should have listened to Joshua when he warned him. If Leo had only just listened and not been so damn trusting they wouldn’t be in this situation right now. What was wrong with him anyway? Why did Leo feel the need to be liked by everyone all the time?! He was charismatic, outgoing, an insatiable flirt, and he always connected with whomever he was with. He was extremely well liked. Too liked.

He had never meant for someone to like him that much. He had never wanted someone to become obsessed.

Why couldn’t he be more like Joshua? Joshua who had the scariest resting bitch face. Joshua who rarely laughed unless it was with his family or Leo. Joshua who was known not only to make suspects wet themselves, but his own teammates as well. Joshua, who despite being the complete opposite of Leo, was Leo’s closest friend. Leo’s best friend.

Joshua, who was with Leo now in this shitty broom closet at the shitty air Bnb with a shitty stalker looking for them.

Leo’s nervousness must have become noticeable as he felt Joshua take a deep breath behind him and place his hand on Leo’s forehead in comfort. The breath was deep, yet silent, a testament to Joshua’s years of training and line of work. Leo felt a pang of envy at his friend’s stoicness. He could feel Joshua’s heart beat between his shoulder blades as his back was uncomfortably pressed against Joshua’s chest. A position they got into when Joshua heard Eddie coming and swiftly grabbed Leo and pulled him into the broom cupboard.

Strong, steady, and calm. How did Joshua do that when Leo knew for a fact that his best friend was just as freaked out as he was?

Maybe Joshua could teach him after all this was over.

If they got out of here that is.

If they did, they might be the only ones. Eddie had done an excellent job of picking off their merry little group one by one. No phones, no help, just them and the slasher. When Eddie had suggested they take a little vacation it had seemed so fun at the time. Get their group together and rent a cabin, take some time off from their various jobs, plan what the New Years party was going to be…God, Leo should have known!

There’s a difference between a personal assistant knowing things about you, and them knowing everything about you. But Leo had never had an assistant before Eddie, he didn’t know that Eddie was too attentive compared to the normal kind.

“We’ll wait him out, then look for the others,” Joshua whispered. It was so quiet that Leo was sure he wouldn’t have heard it except for Joshua’s face against his ear.

But what would they find? Already three were dead, perhaps more. Bobby, Jared, and…and…Karen. She had been the worst of them. And why? Just because Leo dared to take a girlfriend?

He couldn’t help a tear trailing down his face as his empathy went overboard. How scared they must have been. How betrayed.

Joshua must have noticed, because his arm around Leo tightened and his face pressed closer to his ear.

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll get through this. We always do,” he whispered again. Leo only nodded slightly, not trusting his broken voice to be quiet enough to respond.

Joshua seemed like he was about to whisper something else when he abruptly stopped. It took Leo a second to realize why. There in the kitchen, just feet from them, there was movement, the sound of the kitchen door closing and locking. Shuffled footsteps and a scraping sound.

What was that scraping sound?

Oh god, it was a butcher’s knife. A butcher’s knife being drawn against walls and cabinets as the holder walked by.

Eddie was in the room!

Both Leo and Joshua stopped breathing as they listened.

“Leo” came the smooth sing-song voice. “I know you’re in here.”

Leo stiffened, but Joshua held fast so no sound was made.

“Come on man,” Eddie continued. “I know how it seems now, but that’s just because you’ve always been surrounded by poisonous people. Once it’s just you and me you’ll understand. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you… And you’ll enjoy it.”

Now it was Joshua who stiffened. His grip on Leo started to shake and Leo knew it wasn’t in fear.

Joshua was pissed. Scratched that, Leo felt the heat radiating off Joshua’s face, he was furious.

The scraping stopped just in front of the broom cupboard.

“Oh, well that’s just too cute. Hiding with the brooms?”

Before Eddie could open the door, Joshua’s leg shot out from beside Leo and kicked the door with enough force to splinter the wood.

Eddie must have been close as he was shot back by the power of it and was sent tumbling into the stove.

Joshua wasted no time in practically picking up Leo and pushing them both from the cupboard, then immediately positioning Leo away from Eddie.

Eddie was a terrible sight. Covered in blood which was not his own, clutching the offending knife in a slick grip, while ginning uncontrollably in a way that Leo thought was only possible for bad actors in horror films.

“Joshua!” Eddie greeted spreading his arms out in a welcoming manner. “I should have known you’d be with him. Always together you two aren't cha?”

Leo glared at Eddie as Joshua positioned himself in a defensive stance.

“Why Eddie?” Leo asked, hoping to take the attention away from Joshua. It was easy, Eddie immediately gave Leo his unwavering gaze.

“Why what my dear?” Eddie asked.

Leo shuddered at the endearment. Something he himself had called Karen not twelve hours ago.

“Why do this? Any of this? Wasn’t I a good boss? Did I do something wrong? Lead you on in some way? What did anyone else do to deserve this?” Leo kept his focus on Eddie, hoping Joshua had some sort of plan.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Eddie actually looked concerned. “You’ve done nothing wrong! You could never do anything wrong. You just don’t know how to take care of yourself. But that’s okay! Because I do! I was made for you! I was made to take care of you! Every sunshine needs a sky to hold it. I’m your sky!”

Leo paled more if it were possible. Eddie was…Eddie was…fuck, how did someone get this crazy?

“Eddie, that doesn’t make sense. You don’t need to take care of me! You’re my assistant, not my mother!”

Eddie laughed, actually laughed. “Not your mother! Your everything! Just as you’re my everything. I know all there is to know about you. No one else could care more than I do.”

“And this is how you care?” Joshua spat. Eddie tilted his head towards him. “Look at him Eddie! He’s terrified! Is this how you want him to feel if you care so much?”

And Eddie did look back at Leo. He looked right into Leo’s terrified eyes and seemed to see them for the first time.

“Leo,” he whispered. “Are you scared of me?”

Leo nodded, his whole body shaking. “Yes,” he whispered.

Eddie lowered the knife to his side and stretched out his hand while walking towards Leo, as if to touch his face and comfort him like in some kind of sick romcom.

Just as Joshua knew he would.

The moment the knife was lowered, Eddie made it only a step towards Leo before Joshua was on him and the fight began.

It was like a convoluted and vile dance. One that Leo wanted to join in and help Joshua, but couldn’t see when or where. He wasn’t trained like Joshua, he only knew the few basic self defense moves Joshua taught him over the years.

There was no yelling or talking, just pained grunts and rage filled battle curses.

It seemed to last a lifetime.

Then, there it was, an opening!

Joshua kicked the knife from Eddie’s hands and slashed at him with their car keys to the car Eddie had cut the wires on this morning.

Eddie slid across the tile floor on his back and before he could get up and go for Joshua again, Leo hit him as hard as he could with a frying pan. It had been hanging over the oven and Leo grabbed it the moment Eddie’s eyes were off him.

Eddie only had a second to look straight into Leo’s eyes with incomprehension before flopping on the floor limp.

“Oh my god,” Leo shook as he stood still holding the frying pan. He couldn’t seem to move.

“Leo,” Joshua limped over to him. He placed a bloody hand on Leo’s white knuckled grip.

“He was going to kill you…I couldn’t…Oh my god…did I kill him?”

Joshua knelt down and felt for a pulse.

“He’s alive.” He stated. Barely, he didn’t tell Leo.

Leo saw the amount of blood on Joshua.

“Oh shit, Josh are you…where did he get you?” Leo dropped the pan and went to look over Joshua, hands hovering not knowing what to do.

Joshua only half smiled and took both of Leo’s hands in his. “Nothing serious. He was too distracted by you. I took the advantage.”

Leo pulled Joshua into a fierce hug. “Oh, thank god. Thank god, thank god, thank god.”

They tied Eddie up, searched for their friends, finally found a hidden phone to call for help, and Leo couldn’t help to continue to hear Joshua’s words from the broom cupboard. We’ll get through this. We always do. And they always will.

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mermaidsirennikita · 7 months ago

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I just re-read The Bride Goes Rogue and found the scenes in the cabin to be very romantic and a bit angsty. Any books with scenes with similar vibes? Thank you!

YEAH!

Here's where I once again tell everyone to read Gaelen Foley's Princess. What made me think about this book immediately is that it is a) extremely romantic imo and b) angsty but ALSO there's that same quality of like, the leads in their little bubble? Serafina, a princess, is nearly assassinated/kidnapped early in the book. The head of the guard/king's assassin Darius, who was raised by her parents and has known her since birth (but to be clear is not her adopted brother) decides to have her sent to a safe house, and she basically manipulates the situation so that, despite his reluctance, he has to go with her. Because she's in love with him and he's aware of this and vERY RESISTANT (until he's very much not lmao).

Anyway they spend these weeks in the safe house where they sort of give in to their feelings because the world outside doesn't matter.... though they don't have p in v sex because a) legit not a great idea for Darius to deflower the princess and risk getting her pregnant b) Gaelen Foley wanted to stretch THAT tension out a bit longer while still including tons of scenes where they get each other off and Darius like, writes official missives while using her ass back as a desk lmao.

S.M. LaViolette is another one I'd recommend for really romantic, angsty books. A lot of them also have the leads sort of like.. shut off from the world~ at points. Check out:

Selina. Beautiful heroine was supposed to marry well to save the family, but fails to do so and feels kind of lost after her kinda weird, awkward sister snags a duke and saves the family instead. To find a purpose lmao, she disguises herself as a housekeeper and takes a job at a growly marquess's home, only to discover that he's blind due to a fairly recent accident and is struggling. This one has a similar "is it love tho" conflict, too.

Aurelia. The next book in the same series, this one takes the heroine to this craggy island, where she takes a job drawing/painting the naturalist hero's specimens (not his PERSONAL specimens, but like, the ones he collects on his rich white guy adventures, which are kinda problematic because of the nature of what they are. Again, you have them sort of tucked away, it's romantic, it's angsty, it's fun.

Melissa and The Vicar. They literally meet when the heroine is on vacation; she's a jaded madam (he doesn't know that, though) and he's a virginal, lovely vicar. Romance enues!

Waking up with the Duke by Lorraine Heath, of course. This is the one where the hero's best friend/cousin asks him to get said best friend/cousin's wife pregnant, because the best friend/cousin has been impotent since an accident years ago (which the hero feels was his fault). The hero and heroine (who agrees but doesn't want to feel anything or even share a kiss) go off to his cottage for a month to FUCK NASTY in the hopes of her getting pregnant. Supremely romantic and angsty.

Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas has the famous moment where Kev (Big, self-loathing, worried he'll kill the heroine who used to have serious health issues with his giant dick) finally gives up on resisting his love for Win (his childhood friend, in love with him, wants to do splits on his giant dick) and spirits her away to this cottage, where they fuck it out for multiple days. This is a great "romantic but angsty" book, one of my favorite Kleypases.

My Darling Duke by Stacy Reid. In this one, the heroine ends up on the hero's somewhat remote estate after she lies about being engaged to him, assuming nothing would ever come of it as he's been such a recluse for the past few years. Turns out he's a recluse because he has to use a wheelchair after suffering an accident. Verrry romantic, verrrry angsty, and I personally appreciated the way the sex was handled (the hero thinks he's impotent; this book is sometimes cited as "love heals his dick", but it's literally not that at all, one of his more progressive doctors is literally like "look dude it works you just can't get past your mental and emotional blocks and let yourself enjoy it).

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs

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orangethefroot · 6 months ago

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Idk if anyone made this yet but i just watched the grand Budapest hotel and thought:

What if there was a mansion/"hotel" in the forest but in some weird way they get/attract specific guests.

Some of high wealth others are just here through some sort of association.

- How they get into the hotel -

A person can go to any hotel/motel or maybe be at home. However, by maybe the next day or some days after, once they step outside their room, the hotel/motel/house/apartment may look a bit different. Im thinking like those backroom/liminal spaces.

Maybe a lot more quiet. Maybe the corridor stays the same, but the elevator is different. Maybe they meet up with someone who has no idea whats going on. There's even a chance they bump into a creepypasta who "works" in the hotel. I know for sure that the more they walk around, the more obvious it is that they're not where they once were.

Im thinking the hotel can handle 200-300 people at most. It's more fun for the workers, im guessing. But the average will be about 150??

- How the hotel runs -

I think the hotel will give a false impression of letting everyone (the guests) know the "Boss" is catering to them for their help and hard work.

Maybe it's odd that once every couple days someone dissappears, but its only cause Boss knows when its time for them to leave. Maybe it's also weird that there's a curfew. Or the fact that some of the workers seem empty? Disfigured? Souless? There's nothing to worry about. Most of them are quiet friendly and ready to help in any way they can.

Oh, how lovely, a form of entertainment put together by the Boss. Oh, that was the guy that left the hotel last week.....

They're gonna have to reveal everything eventually. Just not in the way you would think. The workers will return to normal after their amazing performance, but throughout the weeks, the bloodlust starts to show.

- The reader's situation -

The guests get tortured/killed off over time unless they prove loyalty or their worth to slenderman during their stay. So the only reason they just so happen to end up in the mansion is due to disloyalty or a guest plans on leaving the country to get away. This "trial" period can take maybe 3 months? Or more? Before they're allowed to leave (omg like the menu, I never watched it, but thats a part of it, right??).

In this version, y/n could be one of a few categories.

Y/n of old money who probably found out the family funds this.... cult? And want nothing to do with it. They tried confronting their closest relatives until they decided y/n needed a vacation from all this stress. Y/n can be involved if you prefer it.

Y/n is an accomplice/associated with the creeps accidently/intentionally and planned on dipping for some reason. Y/n could be a supplier or an informant, maybe a bystander who was extremely lucky to get away and wanted to spread the truth. This route will involve a woker/workers interacting with you more. This depends on who the worker is. If y/n was an unfortunate bystander, their stay is probably gonna be the worst of the guests.

Wrong place wrong time. Where y/n gets set up somehow or was planning on spending time with the suspected traitor and got ropped into this. Anything related to them just having no idea about anything. They still have to prove their loyalty or try and show that they can be useful. Or you can be used as an example. Being innocent seems like a hit or miss...

Rich / associated / accomplice / lucky / innocent

- Escaping -

Not possible. Ur literally going against an eternal being that just warped u into the middle of the forest in the mansion. There's no book spell. No gem stone or special magical puppy fairy that will get u out of this.

You can try to manipulate the workers into helping u escape, but it will only be temporary before ur teleported back to the mansion, and no one remembers you. This route will lead to u losing ur sanity completely as ur mind will eventually start splitting the more this happens.

Not even ending your own life is possible as the big boss himself will just bring you back. Again, no one remembers you doing it.

So no. U can't escape.

- How do you survive -

Idk tbh💀💀💀 goodluck...

I mean, i really dont know. Just do as you're told and try not to get any funny ideas. 150 guests means there are definitely going to be people going against each other to prove their loyalty and you do not want to mess with the workers.

Im not gonna lie. There is so much to think about in terms of survival and how guests can actually prove their loyalty. So im giving gists of it.

No one really knows what the Boss (slenderman obviously) wants. No one knows his purpose. No one even knows where this whole thing started. All everyone knows is that you must do as you're told no matter how horrid the task is.

So to survive, i think you just have to do as you're told, stay alive, and dont try to leave.

I think the hardest part of surviving will probably be if you're already a target or the guests themselves.

- who's who? -

Boss - slenderman

Workers - Jeff, Eyeless Jack, Tim, Brian, Toby, Clockwork, Jane, Nina, Nathan, etc.

Haunted beings? - Ben, sally

Im not sure what role they play. I think it's dependent on your situation. Also didn't think this far ahead.

Anyway, that's all. I tend to have a lot of creepypasta AUs??? But not as fully thought out as this one, so i had to write it down. Of course, it has its missing pieces and maybe more i want to add, but I've been typing this out for 2-3hrs😭😭 i am not a writer idk how y'all do it.

For now, all the smuty romance stuff shall remain in my head. And my hopes that this becomes a thing or is already a thing shall be in the air.

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta au #creepypasta hotel #hotel au #slenderman

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notsosilentsister · 6 months ago

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What not many people know about me is that I am - can be, with some effort - a half decent actress. I used to dabble in acting in college. The highlight of my career was the role of Gaston, a regular at the titular Lapin Agil, in the Steve Martin play Picasso at the Lapin Agil. The play is about Picasso and Einstein meeting in a Parisan bar at the turn of the century, discussing the respective merits of art and science, and finally bonding over their shared awe for each other's genius. Gaston is an old Frenchman, who only cares about sex and booze. His definining characteristics are that he's perpetually horny and incontinent. His catchphrase is "I have to pee!". He has a long monologue bragging about his sexual exploits which end in his lover (or himself? my memory is hazy) having to be hospitalized due to exhaustion, which our director originally cut, presumably because it contributes nothing to the plot, and very little to the theme. She put it back in, because she liked me, I have to assume, and wanted to give me a bit more to do. It was the role I was born to play.

While the girl other girls playing men in this production used binders, I decided to do without them. Gaston was a fat guy, he could have man boobs. I remember the first rehearsal in costume. Everyone looked awesome in their period costumes, the effect was well worth the discomfort of corsets and binders (I know, I know, well-fitted corsets are not uncomfortable, but let's just assume that the ones used in this production weren't well fitted) . I hadn't found anything in my size at the costume rental, so I had borrowed an old suit from my grandpa. Our very talented make-up artist gave me a red drunkard's nose. It looked extremly convincing. On the bikeride back to my flat, I suddenly found myself crying. I still feel the surprise of those tears on my cheek, quickly enough dried by the airstream, but still dropping relentlessly. I almost never think about the way I look, but here I was, having just looked at myself, devastated by that all too effortless image in the mirror of that old goat Gaston and completely caught off guard by the extent of my devastation.

I sometimes joke that I am a woman just as I am a catholic - assigned the role by accident of birth, raised in the spirit, but mostly lapsed in practice, never quite ready to let go of it for largely sentimental reasons. And maybe that's even true, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't go deep. I might sometimes be flippant about my womanhood, but when I think of that sudden and utter devastation I felt on that ride home from the rehearsal, there is no other way to describe it but gender dysphoria. There was not enough difference between my costume and my regular look. I hated the thought of potentially being seen like that, not too differently, at any rate, beyond the stage. Still, that time playing the old French drunk in college was one of the most fun things I ever did. Because I quickly snapped out of it and reminded myself that it's just a play. I'm a ciswoman who greatly enjoys drag. Precisely because it's not who I actually am. For me, it's a vacation away from home. Sometimes I just need a change of air. For a short while, I don't have to convince anyone as a woman, because that's not the role. And I don't have to convince anyone as a man, because it's just a role! I find that quite liberating. But eventually, I return. If I didn't return, it wouldn't feel like vacation, it would feel like exile.

People often have quite conflicting ideas about the role of performance in a person's life. I think there are at least three different types of performance. There's the performance that serves you, because it becomes reality ("fake it till you make it", an unskippable step of almost any learning process; studies show that people will reliable perform better when they imagine and consequently comport themselves as already possessing the skills they aim to acquire). There's the performance that drains you, because it denies reality (the never diminishing, often too costly, rarely sustainable efforts of masking, slowly but surely setting you on the path to burn-out). And finally there's the performance that serves you, because it is not reality, and by not being reality, drawing it into sharper relief. The trick, I guess, is to not get them confused.

#gender #performance #acting #personal #journal #some additional thoughts about the power and joy of acting after watching The Hit Man

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lowkeyclueless5137 · 1 year ago

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Winx Au (extra S7)

Have S1 for an index right here

Za people have spoken!

They want glittery fairy Bois kicking ass :3

Anyway! I didn't initially plan it... Like season 6 was the final one in my agenda... Ya know...

BUT! but but but! Ya know... Time-line wise... Winx's season 3 would start after this au's S6 finished... So... Not only it would be a perfect lil final season, but also we get the cannon and au characters getting to know each other. :3

And also ✨Valtor✨

Anyway! Under le cut! We get with the FINAL final season of the series(I mean it this time U-Ub)

So... We start off, in the summer vacation, near the end of it.

Already the whole Requix squad was absolutely done and over with saving twisted wonderland, so they decided to just relax in their holiday.

During this time, ofc NRC was reorganising the management, the press issues and also renovating and rebuilding the damaged sides of the school.

Azul had his official crowning as emperor of the infinite ocean(see S5), but he didn't want to paint a big target on his back, nor did he want to deal with so much political warfare, so the ceremony was very retreated and kept a secret upon Azul's insistences. The Requix squad and the twins were the only ones who knew and also came. (due to sirenix)

Rollo also was a very cool guy to hangout, so occasionally the group would also visit him at the city of flowers. The city itself was very nice and lively.

Even so, with the school getting closer and closer and the group being actually expelled from NRC, they couldn't just ask to be officially enrolled in NBC and they weren't meeting the qualifications for other schools that would allow a transfer. They were supposed to be 3rd years, but already their whole cumulated skills and knowledge would give them early graduation.

Yet, to cheer them up, Idia brought up Solaria's upcoming princess ball. Since he did graduate NRC, he took over STIX as executive director. And because of STIX having various connection, including the royal family of Solaria. And because they need to keep up those connections, Idia has to attend the said party as his parents had to attend some more important duties.

But Idia actually had the opportunity to get with him some other guests. And this time, it was a party at the palace, guarded to the brim. They had literally nothing to worry about, except maybe what they will wear. It is a royal ball after all.

So with that stuck in mind, the group decided to just go to magix city and see what's poppin. It was a royal ball, so of course, they needed to look like they came straight from the runway.

And all was going great. Some looking around, chatting, yet they came here around lunch time, so they firstly decided to eat. There was a pizzeria around, so clearly not in the mood for some fancy cafe food, the group decided to take a pizza and be over with it. As long as it fills them up, it's no problem.

So they go in, place their order and wait in there. It was gonna come out in 10 minutes, which left a bit of time to discuss what each of them did in the holiday since the last time they saw each other.

Jack was more of a stay at home guy, playing with his siblings and also hanging out with Vil a bit. They are getting around with a better friendship, so Jack is hopeful they will sort out. Sebek had a few field trips with his family. Since he used his wish to bring them together, the whole Zigvolt family was trying to work out, which yes, it had Sebek at the bridge and subject of affection, which was a bit annoying, but the field trips were very fun.

Epel again, stood in his village, helping around. He had some small adventures from time to time, but it were more like short funny stories to tell at a pijama party. Deuce mostly took up with his training as a nymph. His mom was very supportive of it and more often than not, Deuce blew something up on accident. Sevens bless the repairing spells, they are sure handy.

Ortho wasn't that much into staying at home for holiday, but he also didn't like to travel alone, so he mostly helped his big brother and parents around and also dealing with some relationship formalities. As for the last, Ace had the time of his life at the palace. Sure, he mostly stood at home with his nana, but he did go at the palace from time to time. Now, he wasn't really a prince, yet, but still it was absolutely bonkers to explore the whole thing like you own the place. His brother and sister in law still are planning little details for their wedding, so clearly it's a very important thing for the whole queendom of roses. Deuce notes that it's gonna be on live TV, so you bet the whole gang would watch just to see Ace mess up on live TV.

So while they were chatting, Sebek notes that the pizza was ready. The chef just put it on the counter. So Deuce is the one that came to pick it up from the intense rock-paper-scissors match.

Except that poor Deuce happens to miss it when a girl literally takes it from him. There was another girl, who was accusing the latter of stealing her pizza. Deuce really was dumbfounded, because they were the ones who stood in here for 10 minutes for their pizza. It wasn't a lot of time, but still, they were here first and that was their order. Even the chef looked apologetically at Deuce and told him that the next one is coming in another 10 minutes.

So being witnesses to this clownery, Ace is the one who steps in, yanking the box from Chimera and declaring loud and clear that this is their pizza, which they ordered first, and waited patiently for it. If they want to fight for another, better do it on something that it's not already pre-ordered.

And of course, an argument escalates, Chimera asking Ace who tf does he think he is and that if he was oh so patient, he could wait another 10 minutes, all while trying to yank the pizza out of him. Stella on the other hand, realised her fault and properly apologised to Deuce(Bloom nudged her), for taking their food. Deuce kindly says that it's no biggie, but he is a bit worried that Ace might just rile up Chimera a bit too much.

And BOI does Ace really love to rile up the situation. Jack tried to be the peacemaker, but Chimera also took a jab at him, which in turn sent Epel into the riling up. Ortho was just palm-facing and Sebek really was ready to yank the 2 out of there. Deuce still tried to form a coherent thought about the situation.

At this point, Ortho told Ace to just give the girls the pizza. Another one was almost ready and the group really wants to eat something. Ace, for a sec, thinks that maybe Ortho was right, but that second of thinking was all it took for Chimera to grab the box and yank it, to the point it ripped open and the contents fell on both Ace and Chimera.

Of course, Ace really does not take this kindly. Like girl, he was seconds away from actually giving it to you, so why did you have to do that?! Now both of them were covered in pizza toppings. Thankfully Ace knew a quick clean-up spell and already Ortho grabbed the next done pizza, which ortho also apologised to the chef for the commotion, before he got the group to scram from there and finally get to eat something.

After eating, the group finally take on to go and shop around. Ace really was praying to never see that whiny chick ever again. Great! Now no one is ever gonna consider working in retail. What are they gonna do since they have no chance of a graduation certificate? >:v

Again, it's a colective 'screw you, Crowley' moment.

But in the end, the group do find some nice clothes for themselves. They went to a shop for Ortho, since man was so indecisive that he needed to scout the whole city before settling on something. But he did like the accessories in here and they would go well with his fit for the ball, so why not?

Except that when they head for paying for their shit, a wild Chimera also appears. Sebek was almost yelling a 'you again?!' if Epel didn't shush him down. Already the saleswoman was cashing Ortho's things as chimera demanded to cash in her dress first. Ortho tried to be civil and say that he will just pay with the card and he's almost done, bit Chimera again insisted, clearly in a hurry.

The others noticed that Stella and Bloom were fast approaching the store so maybe it was again a race for something? At this point they were done and over with it. Chimera insists that she will be the princess of Solaria, so she needs this dress for her princess ball. The poor saleswoman was reassured when Ortho gracefully allowed her to checkout chimera, even if that meant re-doing Ortho's objects yet again. The saleswoman did thank him for his patience.

Fortunately, our group had mad patience skills over this 2 years since they entered and got expelled from NRC. Ace, Epel and Sebek did run short on it sometimes, while Jack had the longest record of standing.

Ortho again was ready to pay, when Stella barges in and heads straight for the cashier. Really Ortho was ready to punt someone. Like??? Sorry, ladies, but he just wants to slide in that damn card and get properly his accessories. It doesn't take more than a few seconds!

This time, Bloom apologises for her friend's little rash attitude today, but Chimera really pushed the limit today and Stella was having none of it. Well, surprise, but the group also had none of it when someone screws over with them.

But in the end, they just hoped to never run again into chimera, which was very unlikely, since she was gonna be 'the future princess of solaria' and they will attend to the princess ball in solaria after all. Bloom was surprised to hear that, since she knew it was Stella's princess ball in solaria, not Chimera.

Jack brings up that it sounds a bit fishy and that maybe they should look out for this ball...

But nonetheless, they leave it like this for now, until the actual ball itself comes. On the big day, the group did remeet again in advance, mostly to finish up their looks(Ortho would absolutely punt each and every one of them if they dared to go without any proper prep). But they were slaying and ready to party.

And unlike the rose queendom's palace, this one was even bigger and more grander. The guests were coming in fancy carriages and of course, most were of noble blood or apart of the royal court. Really there was a high standard when it came to how someone was dressed.

Unfortunately, our group realised a bit too late that the comune theme around were lighter colors. Yep... Surely they won't stand out too much with their blacks and darker colors... :'3

Back on the better notes... There was a lot of food there... :D

But even so, the group mostly stuck after Idia like ducklings. They were never properly at a party without having a mission to fulfill or being abruptly stopped by a surprise bad guy attack. Add to this the fact that this is a royal ball, where it was expected a certain level of class and elegance.

And Idia, was an anxious mess. He was approached by a lot of people from the royal court, curious of his presence in here. And also if the pelicular fashion taste. Clearly the group had to be from another planet altogether, but it was hard to say from where, as most magix alliance planets always had very distinct and colorful styles.

Thankfully, king Radius comes to greet Idia, happy to see the oldest of the Shroud children being able to attend the princess ball. He was oddly in a great mood today. Idia does greet awkwardly a bit, excusing his parents's absence and also introducing Ortho and the rest of the Requix squad.

Now, Radius only saw Ortho as a baby, so to see him all grown up as a teen was a surprise. He does note that there is quite the resemblance to the father at the face, while Idia always looked more like his mother. Nonetheless, he was happy to see his old friends's children all grown up and here. That, before he leaves to search for his daughter, Stella.

The rest of the group does ask how tf does the king know the 2. Idia responds that this is not his first time in here. Their parents were actually long time friends with King Radius. Idia was actually just one year older than Radius's daughter, Stella. So they did use to play together when they were very young and STIX was under the direction of his grandparents. He actually still kept in touch with Stella. She was the one that taught Idia how to make braids and buns. Ortho was just a small baby when he was in here so really, he was probably unrecognizable now.

Now leave the friendship story aside, the group wants to see the baby pictures. Ya know... Must make fun of each other with each occasion. :v

So King Radius again returns, but this time with Stella as well, who is absolutely thrilled to re-see her childhood friend. But then you see the Requix squad gasping like absolute dumbasses, realising that Stella was one of the girls they kept running into back in magix city. At least she was the actual nice one, who apologised for being mean. :'3

Cue very awkward proper introduction. :'3

Ace does bring up that the other girl, Chimera, said that she was' the future princess of solaria', so this begs the question: what tf is going in this royal family drama. Stella again denies that it's impossible, because it was her princess ball...

Welp... King Radius, the ever so dumb(/j), just makes the official announcement that he will be marrying Countess Cassandra, whom daughter was none other than Chimera herself. Oh if this wasn't one of the most predictibile things for our group. Even so, they do try to reassure Stella along the rest of the winx.

For all they knew, Chimera could be bratty, but she could also be better than prince Mangor. U-Ub

Cue the dance opening for the ball. Epel oh so happened to be the closest to the countess and her daughter, seeing Chimera ready to cast a spell.

So naturally, knowing the very brief history in between the 2 girls and NOT wanting another scandal, Epel is making a counter spell, stopping Chimera's spell in time, which does gain her attention, unfortunately.

So Chimera aims this time at Epel, who was easily countering her spells. Like he didn't even try that much. :'3

But, the dance still wasn't over, so seeing that Chimera had a hard time placing the spell, Cassandra takes the opportunity window to place the spell on Stella, which immediately gains the panic of the court.

Of course, the first person Radius calls for help is Idia, in hopes that maybe he could pinpoint what kind of dark spell this is. The fire head was ready to come forward when suddenly the king declared that this wasn't his daughter, rather a monster that had to be arrested immediately.

Welp... This surely came quick to chaos...

So because of the absolute chaos with winx trying to escape, Idia calls out that he will take the king to safety. Countess Cassandra does seem very against this, but Idia replies that mayhaps she wanted to keep the king in the aera of danger. Of course, Radius indulged into Idia's plead to flee to more safe quarters.

Unbeknownst to Cassandra, Deuce and Ortho followed in tow, using their clavix powers(see S6), to figure out if the king was spelled.

Of course, the mark of Valtor appeared on his neck. None of them ever saw such mark until now, so their best shot was to use the fairy dust and see if it will get rid of it. Thankfully it does clean the spell, and King Radius finds himself very confused about what happened. Idia takes the job to fill him in, while Deuce and Ortho try to find out where the rest were.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group were defending against the guards. Chimera really decided to paint a target on their back too for the soldiers, so now someone had to hold back Ace from squaring up. Solaria soldiers also were pretty good at keeping up against enchantix spells, so everyone split up, with Sebek and Epel helping the winx to escape and Ace with Jack were giving a hand to the specialists.

In the end, the Winx escape and the specialists as well. Yet still, there was a bit of an issue, mainly on why Stella was cursed as a monster.

And our Requix squad also make a proper introduction, saying that they are also fairies, but already they reached enchantix. With hope, they do try to use the fairy dust on Stella.

Unfortunately it doesn't work. So because Stella was the fairy of the sun and the moon, Deuce was the nymph of the night sky, meaning that he could try and connect to Stella's magic and pinpoint what may be wrong.

It turns out that the spell Chimera used was a spell, meant to latch onto the target's magic in such a way that as long as the target believes this is truly their truest form of their soul, it will be reality. That's why the fairy dust didn't work: Stella had to also work on her own self-image, not just spell it away.

So here comes sum library search. The winx in the Alfea library, while our group in the secret library, with Neressa's help(see S6 ending). They do find something about the mirror of truth and thankfully, the winx also found about it, so at unanimous decision, the group was going to take on finding that mirror.

And yes, the group and Idia do help out winx. Idia cuz childhood friend and our Requix squad because, as much as they would want to not get in anymore adventures and saving people, these mfs really can't help themselves to not help out.

At this point everyone in the group hates that they can't say no to saving people. :'3

But they embark on the quest. Some more magic shenanigans and finally, they find the mirror of truth. Stella and Brandon have a nice moment together and Stella gets to break the spell with the help of the magic mirror.

After that, our Requix group does return home, only to be faced with the fact that they were accepted back in NRC. Of course with Leona as the new headmaster, for once our group was breathing in somewhat relief that maybe this time, the school year will be peaceful. Even if it was announced that they officially skipped a grade, it was their last year, might as well have a peaceful one.

What a big. Fat. Lie. :P

Meanwhile, as the emperor of the infinite ocean, Azul felt when the Andros seas got in danger due to Valtor. Since his mother was living there, Azul rightfully was going there, mostly to protect his family. So all this time he went deadbeat, and the twins do bring it up at NRC to the group. They tried to contact Azul, since he suddenly left to Andros for some business and told them to just go to school and not mind it.

The group does try to tell the twins that maybe Azul returned to cloud tower and that he's busy with work. It was still far from the truth, but none of them knew that now.

In truth, no one really heard from Azul anymore. Not even Idia or Malleus, whom the latter 2 decided to take matters into their own hands. Malleus did send a spell message, but he never got a reply back. He was starting to worry, but as crowned prince of Thorn Valley, he had to take more in his royal responsabilities. One in particular being his attendance at the Eraklyon party. He did try to invite Idia as his boyfriend, but the firehead had to refuse. 1 party fiasco was enough for him. And the situation on solaria gave to Idia the confirmation that indeed, Countess Cassandra put again a spell on the king and was executing a throne stealing attempt. With Stella's crowned princess title being given to Chimera, something really fishy was going on in there.

Meanwhile, the winx fight on Andros and Aisha gets her Enchantix! :D

As the fairy/witch of the seas, Azul took it upon himself to patch up for the winx's absence, while Valtor was still running havoc in there. Before departing, Azul tells them that fairy dust can clean off Valtor's mark. Unfortunately, the spell of the zombie mermaids seems to be recast multiple times, which makes many attempts to be futile.

And so, before fully saying goodbye and entrusting the frontlines to Azul and Queen Ligea, the octomer tells the winx to look for the Requix squad. They are a bit of troublemakers, but they always knew how to put up a fight.

Of course, the Winx turn up to our fave group of tired bastards. :3

Except that this time, our group really wanted nothing to do with any kind of trouble. They had a nice school year start, let's keep it that way. U-Ub

But the winx insist, saying that Azul was the one who told the girls to search for them. They were enchantix fairies for more than a year. They also have Mythix, Sirenix and Clavix. And Valtor will not stop only at Andros, that was clear.

So getting fully filled in about the andros situation. Azul was currently fighting the mer-monsters and Valtor seems to still keep on resisting. Someone also had to keep in check the omega portal, which only made everything harder.

Azul's power as the emperor wasn't enough to gain him the right to close and open the omega portal. He could only open and close portals in between seas. And even so, he only has a fourth of his actual full power.(see S5 ending)

So it was a very critical moment for Andros. Aisha surely was devastated at the thought of her home being destroyed and yet, there wasn't anything she could do now.

So in the end, against their initial skepticism, the Requix group decide to help. They were not that eager on another adventure, but they will try and do their best to help.

Even so, the group did contemplate what to tell the twins. In the end, the truth did have to come out one way or another. And the twins, rightfully demanded to have a leave from the school to go and help Azul on Andros.

Now, if it was Crowley at the desk, this kind of formal leave would take weeks. But Leona was understanding of the problem at hand. With Valtor on the loose, it was clear that Twisted wonderland will be on the list of soon to be attacked planets. So he did start to take measures, including getting the other magic schools of this planet on board about the situation. So far, every school had a magic barrier, that will repel outsiders. Unless Valtor specifically decides to pay a visit, no more further action was taken.

Stella does tell to Idia her worry about the Solaria situation. And with King Radius attending the said Eraklyon party, he could be again freed from the spell Cassandra put on him. It was doubtful it would be for long.

But Idia does have an invitation. In the form of 1 Malleus Draconia. Idia surely didn't tell Malleus about Azul's situation, as he was 100% certain Malleus would declare war on Valtor in a heartbeat. And while this was probably a good thing, to get some action against the root of this, Idia still needed Malleus to not turn the invitation down if they wanted to get into the Eraklyon castle and mend again with the spell status of King Radius.

And so, another party commences. Really, at this point our Requix squad was thinking that it was absolutely ridiculous how many times they had to crash a royal party or the party was crashed by someone/something else.

But Malleus is there! So it's a very awkward time in between him and Sebek. :'D

It doesn't help that most likely, Sebek will become a guardian fairy, so he will have to work for Malleus in a way or another. Malleus also didn't know about the mission at hand, so Sebek wasn't going to break it to him why he was actually there.

So firstly the ball is opened by Bloom and Sky. So far, everything was going great on that end. Meanwhile, with King Radius, he was always in the presence of Cassandra and Chimera, which made our group's mission harder.

But things go to shit when Sky suddenly switches sides and declares Diaspro his new girlfriend, then deems the winx as dangerous witches, so they have to make a run for it, out of the palace. First of all, it was a dick move. Second....

Nah... Still a dick move... >:v

Malleus is again, very confused of the display, but this time Jack has to drag him out of the danger as Sebek stood behind with Deuce to fight the guards and keep them further from the group.

It all goes to shit when the actual dragons are released. 1 or even 3 would be no problem for our group. But they were more than that. Unfortunately they were an equivalent of horses in here. So again, it's a split up in trying to get the dragons off their trails.

And Stella also saves her father like in cannon, which earns her Enchantix. Yet she couldn't take her father with her, so the best she could do is make sure he was ok before departing.

Results: they failed to re-lift off the spell off King Radius and now Sky was clearly under the same spell.

It was simply a mess.

So the group has to give this point to Valtor unfortunately. Finally, Malleus gets filled in to the whole situation and, as expected, man is ready to declare war. Idia holds him from doing that, since they couldn't do much. On Andros they would need to cast and recast a water resistance spell, which would also weaken their attacks. They couldn't drag Azul down.

Even so, Malleus does take a small moment to talk with Sebek. Mainly about his ignorance regarding what happened during the previous 2 years at NRC. Sebek is nudged by the others to accept the apology, yet he wasn't going to just waltz back into a friendship with Malleus, Lilia and Silver. He still needs time.

Later on, the news of Sky's matrimony with princess Diaspro is announced. Of course, that plus the connection with Valtor, prompts Bloom to retreat to Gardenia for a bit.

Meanwhile, at NRC, our group realise that since they skipped a year, they are in the same courses as Riddle, Kalim and the rest of their group. It was very wierd, but in the end, the group still excelled at their practical tests. For written tests, most did pull an intensive aincent library research, with Neressa's guidance.

Deuce tho, does express his worry about Andros. Valtor sure was piling up allies who act for him outside of Andros. And Deuce fears that Valtor might already put his influence in twisted wonderland, but they have no idea.

Epel points out that Chimera was at Beta Academy for fairies and she also repeated a year because she didn't get enchantix. Which meant that however one may try to deny it, the spell that was cast on Stella at the princess ball was initially chimera's doing. Epel didn't give it much thought then, but now that he actually thought about it, it was a complicated dark spell, which meant Chimera and by extension Cassandra as well, must've had a meeting with Valtor.

Neressa also seems to know about Valtor. A greedy wizard born from a spark of the dragon's flame that was mixed with dark magic. So far, the only known counter for the dragon's flame were the water stars. Those stars were very powerful and dangerous at the same time.

But thankfully, our group knew someone who happened to be the fairy of the water stars themselves.

But Floyd was on Andros along Jade, helping Azul. If Valtor was still there, the 2 were bound to meet somehow.

Cue permission request to Leona yet again. As long as you 6 don't hit the bucket and do your homework, you can go nuts. :3

Riddle does express his worry over the whole mingling with Andros thing, but he knew that our group was dead set onto going there, so the best he could do was to make a copy of his notes in class, for when the group returns.

And so, the group go to Andros, mostly to help and also get Valtor out of there.

Except that when they go there, they get faced with the news that Valtor fleed Andros, not after he stole all of the magic scrolls this planet had. Azul was doing his best at calming down the seas of Andros, while the twins were trying to keep stable the omega portal. It was an absolute chaos, especially with the monster mermaids running havoc around.

Thankfully, the winx also arrive in there, which makes the job far more easier.

Azul does fill in the group that sadly, Valtor moved to cloud tower. Headmistress Griffin escaped thankfully, but the Cloud Tower magic scrolls and archive were all in Valtor's hands now and the poor witches were under hypnosis, used as mere lackeys.

There is a lot of fights going on, mainly everyone trying to both close the omega portal and also heal the monster mermaids and take the innocents to a safe place.

Unknown to our group who were helping out the people, winx went on their merry way to try and close the omega portal.

Techna sacrifices herself, gets enchantix and now is probably lost in the omega portal. :'3

But at least now, Andros was freed from Valtor's influence. But the Winx and specialists were inconsolable. Techna was gone and for them it was a hard hit.

Fortunately, to try and give them a bit of more hope that their friend is at least alive, the group turn up to Idia. He confirmed that no fairy of technology died today, but that was about all he could do.

Still, their main goal was to talk to Floyd and get him on board. He was the fairy of the water stars after all. Floyd himself was recovering from the long fight he had on Andros. Still, the group didn't hurry too much. The winx also needed to reconcile about their loss. And this time, our group wasn't hurrying from all parts. They could allow themselves to take small breaks.

Even so, Floyd explains that his power was very volatile on Andros. Only after some time did it stabilise properly. That also was marked with Valtor's leave from there. Floyd adds that the water stars and the dragon flame are like Ying-yang. Opposites and deadly to each other. So just how he would be a danger for Valtor's powers, so is he for Floyd's. And while Floyd would really like to punch the guy, he wasn't going to risk it. At least for now.

But he points out that there are water stars on their own. They are hard to control and as such, locked away so they won't accidentally mingle with the dragon flame and create chaos.

And due to the cloud tower being under Valtor's regin, Azul had to settle at NBC. Rollo did get filled in on the situation and again, the Noble Bell college was more than ready to help against this, only if it targets them as well. For now, they were merely on defence.

The next time our Requix squad hears from the winx is after they got Griffin from cloud tower, when they attempted to give Valtor revenge for Techna's situation. It was an absolute dumb thing to do, but for now, only Ace voiced his opinion. Bloom was gone on Pyros to try and unlock her enchantix as well.

Jack brings up the fact that Valtor did not make any move. Griffin was after all, free. Sebek theorises that he is still in the process of taking all of cloud tower's spells. Those must've taken a toll on him. Too much raw power is simply messing with your mind if Mangor was something to learn from. :'3

With this in mind, the group thinks of a magi-lock. (see S2) They could use a magi-lock on Valtor and thus leave him locked in there. Then maybe throw the damn thing in oblivion or something. Maybe Azul could open another small gate to throw it? So that even if it's broken in there, Valtor won't be able to escape at all.

So our boyos go to the library again. They were absolutely going to make again a magi-lock. This time, since they are long past charmix, they feel much more confident that it would go smoothly.

In fact, it doesn't go that smoothly. In between classes and running around, it was tiring. Thankfully Neressa found again the book they needed and Ace with Ortho only needed a small refresh of it to just do it quickly. :'3

Their magilock, just like the last time, it was a small box. With this, the group were absolutely certain of their inevitable win.

So the box stays at Epel for the mean time. Cue the boys deciding to meet up in magix city with the winx and tell them of the magilock box they have.

Except that they encounter a wierd guy spying on them. Sebek and Ace are the ones who straight up confront the guy, who presents himself as Nabu, Aisha's fiancé from an arranged marriage. Ortho is the one who confirms that indeed, his soul is clean of any lie in regards to this. There was no spec of Valtor's influence whatsoever.

Still, it wasn't ruled out the possibility that Nabu could still be a spy. He could be helping Valtor out of his own will for all they knew.

Speaking of the Devil, Valtor makes an announcement that he will steal the eye of the aincent Ancestress. So everyone heads up to the museum, leaving Nabu alone to just go home. Like pls, don't follow us anymore, we are literally 12 people all with enchantix, we can manage.

Nabu still follows. :'3

The museum of magix mostly makes Deuce feel a bit uneasy. Mayhaps it was because there was a lot about the nymphs of magix, nymphs who weren't naturally born like this, like Deuce was. The others do reassure that his wish (from S6) was for people to accept natural nymphs. Still Deuce was a bit uncomfortable with all of this.

So because of that, Sebek took Deuce on a detour to the main valut, passing through the room where originally, the eye was kept. That was a room, mostly dedicated to the nyphs themselves, which none of the 2 actually knew of. They've never been here to begin with, so it was natural.

Except that they also run into the Trix. The 3 witches of course understated the 2 as they never meet Sebek or Deuce properly. Which allows for the 2 to have the advantage of surprise and hold the Trix enough for their commotion to get the others in here too.

Valtor also comes, which of course, escalates everything. Due to being a smaller room and 16 persons fighting with magic, clearly it was a mess. But, we also have Epel and Ace on the line-up, who have a habit of fighting dirty, meaning they would pull on icy's cape, or push away the enemy to make them lose balance. Heck, even throw stuff at them, not just spells. We're they brats? Yes. Did they care? Nope.

But, due to all this mess, Epel couldn't use the magilock box, because there was a high chance it could also catch someone else in it. And you can't open it without letting all the contents out first.

Unfortunately, Valtor uses Nabu as a bargain chip, so that Aisha would give him the Agador box.

And as such, Valtor flees happily with the box and Epel punches Nabu for not listening to them. Now Valtor could make more space for more spells to steal. At least they had the magilock box and as such, they had a chance to put a swift stop to everything.

Bloom does worry over the chance that Valtor truly knows what happened to her birth parents and her planet altogether, but Jack tries to reason with her: it's either Valtor is on the loose and could spread any lies to try and let Bloom lower her guard, or they could swiftly put an end to him and prevent anymore damage from being done. Now Valtor seems to have moved places yet again. Cloud tower was free but at the same time left of any magic book or scroll. The building itself wasn't happy with this, but it was better than the abuse Valtor put on it. Poor Cloud tower needs to be avenged. U-Ub

Surely Valtor would aim to get stronger, which in turn it will get harder to lock him up. So they still need to weaken him. The water stars are brought up and as such, it is no surprise that they need Floyd's help in the matter.

Floyd himself is skeptical of this. Especially knowing that there is a chance that if Valtor can overpower Floyd, he would be over. Then it comes the problem of Bloom's tie with Valtor through the dragon flame. To what degree can Floyd use his power on Valtor without indirectly harming Bloom? If the dragon flame and water stars attack each other, it would reverberate to anyone influenced by them to various degrees.

Those of course, were all known by Floyd. So unless they weaken Valtor with enough power, he cannot step in the game due to the backlash such thing has.

So Ace asks if by chance, they could use the original water stars. If Floyd resonates with them, then they could easily use them and would have more chances of taking down Valtor from every direction. Trix surely won't be that much of a problem afterwards.

As such, the group wanted to head out for the water stars, but the Requix squad and Floyd are called back when it's revealed that Valtor was spotted in twisted wonderland. As such, they split up: winx go for the water stars, Requix go to protect their home planet. :v

We also have a nice lil subplot where Ruggie, Kalim and Jade help the pixies against Trix. :3c

But back to the main plot, despite having the water stars, Valtor fleed and no one was able to track him down. Apparently upon clashing with Floyd, both had a violent magic reaction and both had to retreat. So Floyd had to recover from the altercation before activating the water stars.

In that time, king Radius announces his wedding with countess Cassandra. This, of course, is making Stella very angry. Now Idia could only do oh so much and his parents will also attend. Cassandra had no word in that aspect at least.

Cue crashing the wedding in grand style. But it's OK, it's for saving the world and avoiding a mass political scandal and also some future wars. Plus Stella said it's alright. :3

And FINALLY, we get permanently rid of Cassandra and Chimera's influence on Radius. The wedding was dropped off and Stella has her dad back in full health and conscious.

And as such, once Floyd was back in full force, he was able to easily tap into the water stars and resonate with them. He gave them back to the winx, but he warned that they are very volatile when they come in contact with the dragon flame. As such, Floyd did keep one water star for himself, later on giving it to Jade. If anything were to go to shit, Jade would be able to heal up his brother using the water star.

After some thinking and a long night of research in the aincent library, the Requix group realised something: Valtor never attacked Alfea properly. The trix only stirred some chaos there from what they recall, but Valtor personally didn't go for the archive.

This also follows some period of actually attending courses properly and taking exams. Really the group's social life at NRC was in shambles. Most times, the group would invite Riddle over to do homework together. Sometimes Kalim also tagged along.

For Sebek at least, since he made a truce with Malleus, he didn't really take in account that Lilia and Silver weren't aware of what happened on Eraklyon. The constant approaching from the 2 got the group to mobilise more quick. It was akin to a reflex. In the end, if Sebek managed to get Malleus to understand, he is confident Lilia and Silver will also understand.

Thankfully, Sebek first tackles Silver, who also apologised first for his ignorance. He didn't mean to take credit for Sebek and his group's work and as such, he understood pretty quick that friendship was off the table for now. They could at least be classmates and study buddies for now. For Lilia, it took some convincing, but in the end, he also left Sebek to do his own thing. Surprisingly he was the most stubborn of all. U-Ub

With those 2 out of the way, finally the group could say that now, no one in school will ever pose as a distraction. Sure there were some 3rd and 4th years who still didn't get over with our group. Mostly for what they pulled during previous years, which now put them in a bad light. (see S4-exams and S6) it was much more simple to ignore them, eventually use a counterspell for their little 'pranks'.

There were also the training with the RSA specialists. Oh they were going down. Sum training never brings bad. >:3c

As such, when Valtor challenges the old company of light to a duel, using the dissappearance of cloud tower as a bargain chip, our Bois immediately head to Alfea, while the winx go to cloud tower, using the water stars to undo Valtor's spell of invisibility. As such, they could immediately prevent Valtor from taking anything from the archive while the winx returned with the water stars and weakened him enough.

So finally, Epel summons the magic lock, but before he could actually use it, Valtor brings up some 'info' about Bloom's birth parents, which makes her to stop Epel from proceeding with the sealing and thus, allowing Valtor to escape.

This time, Ortho brings it up, saying that it's utter bullshit. Valtor couldn't have kept their souls inside of him. Otherwise his body would be taken over by the 2. No matter how powerful he was, he was weakened many times, which immediately would grant the 'souls' inside to take over. It was a cheap trick and Bloom fell for it. Valtor was simply pushing on her buttons to buy time and escape every time he was cornered.

Sebek clears it out: weather he knew or not, Valtor will never tell Bloom anything about her parents. As such it's better to just capture him in the box and leave it at that. There are many other methods they could use to find her birth parents.

In truth, our Requix squad were absolutely done and over with Valtor. Oh how much would they want to punt the guy in a wall. You know? Why not punch that pretty face? But of course, they couldn't voice this out. The last thing they needed was to put up bad with the winx. :'3

So here it comes a big chase for Valtor. Firstly, in the cloud tower, to finally free it from any of the influence Valtor had. Bloom searches for the ancestral witches, with the help of Ortho, who's tapping in his disenchantix powers to at least grab the ancestral witches's attention. They do listen to him, Ortho marking as the bridge in between the 2 parties. The ancestral witches do seem to have some resentment for Valtor, confirming that indeed he lied about Bloom's birth parents. They were cooperating now with information for Bloom, just so they can still screw over with Valtor, ya know? Priorities. :3

Cue Trix getting also disenchantix, even so, that didn't stop Sebek to charge straight through them and leave the 3 witches at the mercy of the rest of the group. Epel follows suit after Sebek, both using clavix to find Valtor and confront him 2 on 1.

Valtor does manage to flee unfortunately. And as such, they were again unsuccessful. Their only win was that finally Griffin and Azul could return to the cloud tower. And just like anyone expected, after an investigation, no sign of Valtor was found. Man dipped with the Trix and spells too.

So Wut to do? Of course look everywhere for that fucker. They couldn't possibly let Valtor escape again. Fortunately, they do find him. Unfortunately, Valtor has the spell of 4 elements and thus, he's going nuts with it.

This goes more or so like in cannon. They free off the spells and Valtor, high on power, doesn't notice it. The Trix already abandoned his ass, so when Epel summoned that magilock box, it was easy to get Valtor dragged inside, via a convergence spell.

Imagine poor Azul, trying to have some peace and quiet after this whole mess, only for our favorite group of mfs to come to him like 'hey... Your majesty... We need a portal to oblivion to throw sum trash...'. This time Azul doesn't complain, because he personally wanted to throw in Valtor. Like... It's a want for everyone in the end. :3

Yes, the Requix squad and the twins still use 'your majesty' to tease on Azul. It's their lil inside joke since still the fact that he is emperor didn't come out. (see S5 ending)

And as such, to celebrate, a big party was thrown at Alfea. This time, nothing crashed it down, which frankly was a miracle. :'3

This also marks the end of the year for our group, which ends up with them officially getting their titles of guardian fairies. They finished NRC after all. Leona was the one who gave each of them the said titles. :D

And that would be how everything ends up.

Sebek gets his job as a guard for Malleus, later on being promoted to general.

Ortho took on STIX duties, later on taking as the new director after Idia married and got in the Draconia royal family.

Epel was working at the farm, being also the village protector. It was a simple and happy life for him.

Jack also followed Epel's ways, except that he got himself a place in the rescue forces, mainly since he was living in a touristic mountain area and it was bound to be accidents in there that needed intervention.

Ace got himself a nice secure place as a duke, his brother as prince consort to the future queen. :3

And finally, Deuce was promoted to a guard and also advisor, as he was a nymph. So he and Ace got themselves a pretty nice spots as a duo, later on more than that. ;3

And it is done! The 7th and last LAST season of the winx Au :3

Maybe at one point I would also draw the Bois's fairy forms... Who knows... Maybe y'all want to imagine them differently... Even so, there will be glaring differences from the cannon winx transformations, but ya know... I wanna keep a similar pattern, but with some ✨flair✨.

I say this as I am still an absolute mess at designing....

Thankfully, I already drew down on the notebook the wings's overall forms and also notes for season looks(except S7)... Ya know... To keep it consistent. :3

Until next time! Buh bye!

#twisted wonderland #twst #winx au #I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST ONE #I promise I'll do just memes on it from now on U-U9 #But hey... It is what it is :v

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hirazuki · 2 years ago

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Would you do 2, 33, and 34 for the ask game, please?

Hi! Sure!!

I answered 2 here!

33. the last adventure you’ve been on?

Ohoho, it was the summer of 2018 and my sister and I decided to pack up our dogs and take a roadtrip to the coast -- we grew up virtually in the sea, and living so far away (i.e. further than a 10 min drive) from swimmable salt water for so long has been very weird and we hit a high point of longing for it -- so, a week-long vacation it was.

There was a huge accident on the freeway as we were on our way, so instead of being stuck in backed-up traffic for countless hours, we decided to take the old highways. You know, the scenic route....... through very rural, very remote, very endless........ um. hm. Americana, for lack of a better word. I thought I had seen Things™ when I lived in upstate NY. Nope. Nowhere close. I've done some pretty insane traveling (2 am on Turkish back roads that are unpaved, while a military base turns its search lights on you and there are dogs barking behind chicken-wire fencing and guys with automatic rifles? 👌), but this was actually the freakiest experience by far. Uncanny valley. Time-loop zone. I swear the clock was stuck on 2pm for hours. We got caught up in some kind of off-the-road grounds (I swear it was a weird unmarked government facility, because I couldn't find it on any map) that got our GPS all wonky and we couldn't find the way out and kept going in circles but there was no signage anywhere, just unmarked roads, so we literally were going off of "I think I saw that tree seven minutes ago"???? There was a guy with a straw hat and a pitchfork just chilling in the middle of nowhere by the road at the base of the mountains (literally no sign of habitation within miles)?? I thought he was a scarecrow at first. Like, I knew that shows like Supernatural and stuff are obviously based somewhat on reality, but I thought they really exaggerated the backwater horror aspect. I was so very wrong.

I legit thought we'd disappear and no one would hear from us again. I have never been more grateful for my cargo van and the amount of gas it can hold. To top it off, when we got to our destination, it was far more hmm. touristy? -- but like the really fake, Stepford-smile, we'll-kill-you-in-your-sleep type -- than we had been led to believe, far more expensive than we anticipated, it was thunderstorming and freezing (... in August T_T It had been 90 degrees F/32 degrees C when we set out), so we couldn't swim; my sis ended up getting food poisoning, so we went home the very next day. The weather was brilliant and sunny and perfect beach weather as we drove away.

The dogs, in case you're wondering, had a blast.

This European is still recovering from the experience. It was certainly. An Adventure.

(completely miserable at the time, but it makes for very fun memories now!)

34. is there a song you know every word to by heart?

Ha, so, every song that I really like I end up memorizing all the words to. Literally every one, by heart. Even if it's in a foreign language. And I'll remember them years down the line, too. I don't really do it consciously, though, it just happens over time; I guess it's just how I partake of music?

#thanks for the ask!!!#hmm 2018 was longer ago than i've been thinking i'm now realizing #i suppose this means i'm due for another adventure soonish? ^^#hopefully more pleasant this time lmao

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sobcat · 2 years ago

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01. Notes on London

A little blog entry on my vacation and future.

It takes a lot for me sometimes to take myself serious. After my vacation to London I’ve wanted to write a little bit, a small collection and conclusions of said vacation. It’s been about three weeks since I left my flat to take the nightbus to the airport (mind you, way too early) and I’ve kind of hoped to find the perfect words for this quite expensive endeavour, but just like any inanimate objects can’t move towards you the perfect words didn’t either. In the end it’s the same lesson again and again, and while I seem to learn that inaction leads to inaction I just can’t apply that properly [...]

In 2019 I’ve visited London with my family and a close friend, us two trying to soak up every possibility out of each hour of the day, leaving the very British Airbnb at 8am and returning at 8pm. I was maybe 15, almost 16, and honestly didn’t expect myself to have some kind of profound realisation about the path I want to take with my life through leaving my usual environment. But I loved London and knew I’d return one day. Before I did, I went to Florence, Italy, an attempt at my first big girl solo travel, a few weeks after I turned 18 and with the money I earned through selling strawberries. In spite of my newfound impression of being all grown up I was terribly insecure and while independent, only so in theory. Still, absolutely lovely country.

My intention was never to go to London alone, a good friend of mine, Nugget (no that’s not her real name), and I have been daydreaming of going there while suffering in the last months before A-levels and graduation (nobody else was crying, shaking and throwing up like me during that time), however in the end she kind of bailed on me and I’ve decided that as always going alone is just easier. At least she gave me her oystercard (with -6P on it but I’ve healed).

I’m not going to waffle for long about all the great things I did (I could! Definitely could) so here is a very short list: ate amazing spicy Pho, went to every important museum, meet a lovely friend for the first time, saw art, walked enough for the next few months, bought 24 books deliberately on accident and slept in a pathetic hotel room. I had so much fun and on the second day when I stood on the millennium bridge, looking on the sunny skyline I truly realised I’m not home, I’m actually quite far away and it’s great! I left London four nights later already longing to come back.

I love the city. I live in the city, I need the city. Nonetheless London left me wanting to explore nature, not being able to even feel the presence of another being for kilometres. This isn’t an uncommon, special desire, most people at some point crave the wildness. I constantly consume media of people leaving everyday life for a roadtrip (Noah Caldwell-Gervais on YT), a hike or expedition. However I never wanted to experience that myself, I was happy watching. I’m not anymore. Again, I’ll return to London but not before leaving for more than just the city.

In terms of seeking a break from everyday life I was rewarded with a cut, almost a blackout, there’s before and after London now, like I’ve restarted the year on the 6th of February. I don’t feel much different now, not as motivated to finish my many projects as I hoped I’d be (you know, inaction and inaction) but I needed this more than I’d like to admit. A lot of my savings went into this and God! I needed to leave, and I need to leave again and probably I need to leave as often as it takes to realise that I won’t find myself far away where nobody knows me, but rather in the life I’ve been building for the past year.

To conclude this rather unorganized ramble (it’s really not that unorganized) I’m young, while I left behind the questioning unsure space between graduation and the next education (for now) and that’s for once perfectly fine, I don’t wish to grow up faster than time would allow me and honestly I just need to go on a long walk, think, and come back to repeat it all next week.

#my text xo #travels #if you read all of this #thank you

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peace-coast-island · 10 months ago

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Diary of a Junebug

Accepting the end of an era and the beginning of the unknown

This neon gyroid adventure kind of went off a tangent, though not in a bad way, just completely unexpected. Basically, it was just a fun, chill event accompanied by some friends and stuff. Marlo and Don happen to be the area as Don was doing an article on a former big name star attempting a comeback - long story short, that took another direction thanks to the wise words of a fellow former star.

In the meantime, Connie felt that some of their friends could use a bit of a break and felt that the camp was a good place for that. And on a bit of an unrelated note, a couple other friends decided to tag along as well to keep things lively - and also, who wouldn’t want to turn down a vacation? After all, when it comes to events, the more, the merrier!

So, along with Don and Marlo, Connie and Pai brought along Ayaka, Aurelie, Coralie, Fontaine, and Madeleine. For the latter three, it’s their first time out here, and especially for the latter two, they never really had many opportunities to travel far. In fact, they’ve never been outside of Marippe until joining Connie’s party not too long ago.

Coralie’s the newest member, having joined after working with Connie to solve a twenty year old cold case while working on a short film directed by Madeleine for a film festival. Ayaka was part of the film project as one of the lead roles as the younger sister while Coralie played the elder. Coralie said she kind of stumbled on the role by accident as she originally came on to be a consultant, only for Madeleine to encourage her to be in the spotlight after seeing how well she and Ayaka got along.

The film they made was an original script by an acquaintance of Connie and Pai’s who was running into a lot of trouble before filming even started. He has some ties to Sango, which was how he got Ayaka involved. Connie ran into to him while he was sort of having a meltdown over his misfortune and because they owed him a favor, they took that opportunity to help him out. So that’s how Madeleine and Coralie later got involved.

Thanks to Connie and Madeleine, things finally turned around. Though there were a lot of challenges along the way because of low budget, Silk Ribbons and Ochre Roses won an award, which wasn’t surprising considering who’s the director. The film’s not available yet, so Madeleine will let us know when it’ll be up as soon as she hears something. The story’s about two sisters on a journey to Heaven while getting revenge for their village’s demise, taking down any obstacle that gets in their way, inevitably putting their lives on the line. Sounds like an interesting movie and I can’t wait to see it.

As a result, Coralie and Ayaka became close friends and pen pals, bonding over their love of books and theater. According to Pai, Coralie can be intimidating, which is kind of expected from a captain from the security patrol, but outside of that, she’s a chill person who admits to being a bit of a nerd, especially when it comes to her favorite books. She certainly didn’t expect to make her acting debut in something directed by Madeleine out of all people, so she was pretty much like, “Wait, you’re serious? Hell yeah!” when Madeleine wanted her to be part of the cast.

Like Ayaka, Coralie didn’t have a lot of experience acting other than dabbling in theater. Of course, most of Madeleine’s experience comes from theater, so she made it work and helped the others transition into the medium. The whole thing surprisingly came together very well even though it was kind of cobbled together, so that’s really amazing.

And then after riding a high wave on the film’s success, Madeleine sort of came crashing down. It’s kind of a long story, and it sort of intertwines with Don’s assignment. Basically, Madeleine started considering her future after putting it off for so long - meaning, sorting out her affairs through a will and other legal stuff. Because they’ve known each other since forever and he will long outlive her, it makes sense that the one to execute her will and final wishes would be Fontaine.

500 years of working alongside each other is pretty much a big deal, and even though they’re no longer colleagues, they’re still friends. According to Fontaine, Madeleine was the one who shaped him to be the person he is today as the Guardian of Justice, a role he has taken seriously ever since being granted that position by her. He has, and always will have a lot of respect for her and what she’s done in ensuring that the people of Marippe have a future to wake up to. A lot of heavy stuff here.

Basically, Madeleine is like Eliane in which she was immortal, but then sacrificed her divinity for the greater good, essentially turning her into a human - an overpowered one, if you will. What that pretty much means is that she will eventually grow old and die like a human - except if it’s like Eliane, she still has a lot more time compared to normal humans. Still, that gives her, at best, maybe a century at most - assuming nothing bad happens before then. However, this is all conjecture, and something that really shouldn’t be dwelled on too much. It’s just that it’s kind of an adjustment to go from being immortal to mortal, so there’s some things Madeleine wants to get straight before it’s too late.

Unfortunately, life has a funny way of playing jokes on you. Obviously, Fontaine was concerned when she brought the subject of her will and final testament up, so she had to reassure him that she wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon. Well, this where life sometimes likes to play jokes on you. Madeleine waved off her broken leg as some freak accident, but we later found out that there’s a lot more to it.

In the meantime, Don had a special assignment doing an exclusive article on Marilyn Bright, a now retired Broadway star who was super big back in the day. Marlo happens to be a huge fan of her as she was an inspiring role model for a lot of people in theater. Along with her talents, she was also known as a diva on and off stage, which made her even more notorious.

However, these days she’s considered a washed up celebrity. It’s not that she’s no longer good at what she does, it’s more like she’s been living in the past and using that to promote herself, which gets old quickly. It also doesn’t help that her attitude makes it difficult for others to work with her, which is believed to be the main reason why her fame declined. Looks like her big ego turned against her.

At first, he was reluctant because Marilyn was known to scare people off if their work wasn’t to her liking, but Marlo insisted. Things were rough at first, then Madeleine intervened and knocked Marilyn off her high horse. Turns out that Marilyn’s a fan of Madeleine, and of course, she asked if she was gonna made a comeback, to which she answered that she’s no longer interested in being in the spotlight and is perfectly content behind the scenes.

I think having Madeleine there to sort of rein Marilyn in helped a lot. Don said if it wasn’t for her, Marilyn probably would’ve kicked him out early on. She’s dealt with temperamental actors, so she knows what to do in order to get them to cooperate. She and Marlo also know how to appeal to her ego. A part of that involved getting the rest of us involved to give her moral support by showing Marilyn that she can still attract new fans.

As we kinda expected, a comeback didn’t happen for her. Except, this time she was okay with how things turned out. Aurelie thought it would be a good idea to go down memory lane and find some inspiration for Marilyn to reignite her spark for performing and that made her reevaluate things.

I have to say, it’s refreshing hearing stories about the past directly from the source that’s not glorified versions we hear in the media, but instead, something a lot more down to earth and real. As we got to know her more, she became less of a celebrity and more like an actual person with a lot of history and stories to tell. She definitely mellowed out compared to when we first met her.

I think while going down memory lane, it allowed Marilyn to look at her past in a different way. Madeleine said the same thing happened to her when Connie talked her into being an artistic consultant. She apparently hit the nail on the head when she figured out that Marilyn’s discontent comes from her always striving for the top and yet never be satisfied what she already has. It’s easy to be blinded by what you don’t have and what you should reach for that you fail to take notice of your surroundings.

To quote Marilyn, she’s been looking up for so long that it ended up giving her a crick in the neck and she developed tunnel vision, a sentiment that Madeleine experienced herself. I think it’s easy to be lured into having to be better and better, to aim high and to never be satisfied until you surpass expectations. But it’s not healthy to always aim for the pinnacle, especially if that’s the only direction you intend to go.

I’m glad that Marilyn came to the realization that her worth’s not defined by her fame and popularity. She made a mark in musical theater, and that’s not something to take lightly. Fame is fleeting, but legacy is forever. Like Madeleine said, it’s not stardom she’s been after these days, it’s the fear of being forgotten. Even if she’s no longer a big name star, I don’t think she’ll be fading into obscurity any time soon.

Once she accepted that her days of being a celebrity are over, Marilyn decided that it was time to bow out for good and enjoy her retirement. She said her last major role was a fitting swan song anyway, and she should have left it at that, ending on a high note. After all, she’s in her 80s now - though she doesn’t look or act like it- and while she’s still active, she’s not so keen on trying to keep up with everything like when she was young. Funny how clear things can finally become once you’re honest with yourself and what you want.

And that’s about the gist of it. Well, for Marilyn, that is. Don’s working on the article, so I’m looking forward to reading it when it comes out. Good to see that she’s ready to move on into a new phase of her life rather than get stuck living in the past. If only life can easily be wrapped up like that.

As for Madeleine and Fontaine, that sort of side tangent has made them really consider their futures. Especially in Fontaine’s case - hopefully not anytime soon - what things will be like for him when Madeleine’s no longer around.

Even with a long lifespan, immortals still can be killed, and most of them die with a lot of unfinished business that those they left behind are still trying to pick up the pieces from. Because of the mess their predecessor left behind regarding bearing the burden of confronting the calamity that would befall Marippe in the future, it makes sense that Madeleine didn’t want her successors to go through the ordeal of carrying the weight of the past to ensure another tomorrow.

Though, considering what she unintentionally put Fontaine through, she figured that an immortal is bound to leave behind some sort of burden, especially on those who they are close to. I guess that’s a price you pay for living so long and being a witness to history. I don’t know who said this - probably Raiden - something along the lines of the more older they get, the less they understand because they might have seen too much and that clouds their judgement. It’s not so much that immortals tend to think they’re invincible, it’s more like their sense of time is kinda warped as time has usually been on their side. So for most immortals, their deaths are usually sudden, without warning, and often full of regrets.

Madeleine mentioned that she suffered a lot these past few centuries, all for Marippe’s sake. And while she’d willingly sacrifice herself again if another disaster were to happen, there’s no guarantee that she would survive the mental anguish. She never went into much detail about her past, but I get the idea that Madeleine went through a lot - which is an understatement, I know. For someone who was a witness to a lot of not so good things, the pain and suffering she had to endure is unimaginable, especially for a mere short life mortal like me. It’s no wonder why she fell into a depressed state even after the disasters were averted.

From my understanding, Madeleine had to constantly pretty much put on an act - multiple acts, really. The way she described it, initially, she kinda saw it as acting in a play. Seems simple enough, right? But then things got complicated and she had to put on multiple faces, different personas, play by all kinds of rules, pulling strings left and right, all for the sake of keeping the peace and appeasing the general public. Politics, always complicated stuff.

While her dramatic and charismatic persona was what made her popular among the people, there were a select few who could see through her facade, Fontaine being one of them. However, she had no choice but to push those like him away, because she knew the second she let a tiny bit of her true self show, it’ll be harder to keep up an act. She was playing a dangerous game, so she didn’t want any one else to become a potential target because they were close to her.

Eventually, Madeleine lost her sense of self to the point that she was simply going through the motions, describing herself as some sort of trophy that’s always on display, shiny on the outside, dull and hollow on the inside. All everyone saw was the surface because she couldn’t let anybody get too close, and that took a toll on her. She admitted that she already broke a long time ago, but the reason why she kept going was because she just didn’t know what else to do because she had long forgotten her old self. Not to mentioned that if she failed, she would never forgive herself. To carry the weight of the world in your hands like that, I don’t know how she managed to survive.

Connie and Fontaine pointed out that Madeleine was the overtly sacrificial type - if the fates told her that she had to spill her blood in order to restore order amidst chaos, she would plunge a sword through her heart without hesitation. She willingly became a pawn in order to avert a disaster that wouldn’t take place until centuries later by forming a pact with Lady Roselyne and dedicated her life to maintaining that delicate balance of nature. Once the disaster was averted, she felt empty, not knowing what to do with herself afterwards, while for everyone else, it’s back to business as usual.

It took some time for Madeleine to finally regain her footing - with a bit of pushing and prodding here and there. Everyone assumed that she’d resume her acting career since theater had always been her thing. But after the ordeal she’s been through, putting on an act and all that, it makes sense why she’d be averse to that. Aside from an emergency cover, Madeleine has no other plans for her acting career at the moment. She’s perfectly satisfied working behind the scenes as a director and consultant, something that allows her to finally be herself as well as show off her strengths as an artist.

Still, even with a new lease on life, that doesn’t mean the past is completely out of the way. Madeleine originally said her broken leg was the result of some freak accident and left it at that. But then, while running around, we found out that there’s more to it. Basically, she also got stabbed and her wound somehow reopened, resulting in a trip to the ER. Well, that’s a jarring omission. But I get why she and Fontaine wanted to keep things quiet, which was the main reason why Connie brought them out here. Thankfully, she’s okay and Fontaine’s making sure she doesn’t move around too much.

As for what happened, Connie said someone from her past had a score to settle with her. Things got physical, so Connie had to subdue the other person. Madeleine thought she could cover it up, but obviously that didn’t work as Fontaine soon found out and was understandably paranoid about her safety afterwards. The broken leg was nothing, but being stabbed in the chest is a pretty big fucking deal.

And this was like a couple days after she was reassuring Fontaine that she wasn’t planning on dying anytime soon. See what I mean when I say that life can sometimes play cruel jokes like that?

She really just casually dropped the fact that she did in fact die for like a couple minutes, but they aggressively revived her, so it’s all good - I guess? Damn, I guess being immortal kind of desensitizes you to this kind of thing. Fontaine and Connie obviously didn’t think her sort of joking tone was funny though, especially since Fontaine was said to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown when he realized the severity of the situation. Who can blame him?

So he was kind of freaking out when he saw the blood - as any reasonable person would because it was a lot, not to mention that she was wearing a white shirt. Thankfully, it was only a superficial wound, just some loose stitches or something, so they just cleaned the wound up, added some extra bandages, and let her go. It wasn’t like she was running around doing flips or something - she’s on crutches, after all - it might be the crutches, I don’t know, but it’s just one of those things that randomly happens?? Scary. Well, as long as Madeleine’s okay and not in danger of bleeding out then I guess it’s all good. Knock on wood to be safe.

I’d say Fontaine, despite being on edge the whole time, is handling things as best he could. While he was fretting over her, Madeleine told him she already lectured him once and doesn’t have the energy to go over all that again. But she did keep reassuring him that she was fine, she’s safe, and all that. Meanwhile, he kept apologizing for not being able to intervene even though there was nothing he could’ve done. He’s usually a calm and composed person, so it was a bit startling to see him so frantic. It’s obvious how much he cares about her.

Considering that Fontaine and Madeleine are around the same age and have pretty much known each other for most of their lives, I get why Fontaine’s being overprotective. After all, it must be hard for him to accept that there will be a time when the one person who’s always been by his side will no longer be around, and it’s clear how upsetting that is to him.

Madeleine, on the other hand, seemed kind of surprised that he felt so strongly about it. The way she saw it, she just made sure her affairs were sorted out and expected him to handle the rest when the time comes. She’s accepted her fate, honestly not really feeling any strong feelings about it. She just didn’t realize how it would affect Fontaine because it never occurred to her how much he cares about her. It’s easy to underestimate the effect you have on others, especially when you don’t really have a high opinion of yourself.

Aurelie said that since stepping down from the Court, Madeleine tried to distance herself from former colleagues like Fontaine, Josette, and herself. Even now, she’s still kinda hesitant to reach out to them even though all three are open to being friends with her. Fontaine goes out of his way to make sure she’s doing all right, though because he’s a bit socially awkward when it comes to delicate situations, Aurelie believes that’s why things are kinda lopsided between him and Madeleine. She also said that Josette’s in a similar position where she wants to help Madeleine as much as she can, but doesn’t want to overstep, especially if the other party’s hesitant and she herself isn’t the best at getting the message across. Sounds like a complicated situation, though it sounds like they’re all trying to work things out.

Things have finally calmed down after that, so we’re just taking it super easy now. We have enough gyroids anyway and crafting is a chill activity. Aurelie and Marlo thought it was a good idea to basically push Fontaine and Madeleine to a corner so they could finally get some things out in the open. Although they already talked it out once, it’s clear that they still have a lot of unresolved stuff to tackle. Given their long history together, it’s gonna take a lot more than a couple serious heart-to-hearts before they can finally bridge the gap between them.

That said, I have faith that things will work out for them and make the most out of the time they have together. The future is full of unknowns, so it’s good to hold on to something or someone you can rely on, especially when you know that there’ll be a time when you have to part ways. To quote Connie, the life of an immortal is often a long and lonely road.

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June 9th- Shinkansen to Kyoto

Here we go, round 2. Today our class is traveling to Kyoto via the bullet train, or the Shinkansen as they call it in Japan. Have you ever seen the movie bullet train? It's pretty good, give it a watch. I started my morning by beginning to pack up the last of my belongings. I had some stray clothes and items lying around that I had to stuff into my duffel, but somehow it all fits. We get to the station after an uncomfortable train ride, as it was packed and I had a backpack that took up the space of a whole other person. Looked around the station a bit and finally boarded the bullet train. Plenty of room and i finally got the window seat. I've been snuffed out of window seats all the time this trip, so I'm glad I got my win where it counts. The train ride over was fast and pretty. I got to see parts of the countryside, rice farms, Nagoya, and all sorts of towns. I will note that it was not a clear day, so Japan looked a little bleak and sad, and industrial. We arrived and some goofy goobers didn't get off the train. Man, I'm getting tired of traveling in such a big group. People are loud, taking up the road, crossing the crosswalk while it's red obliviously, and getting lost and late for everything. All this money and time to get here just to wait around for some people who act like it's a Miami vacation. I feel bad for our tour guide. She's so nice and sweet and these University of Florida goons are making her work to the bone over the dumbest things. My restaurant, leisure, and overall experience have been fantastic when I move alone or with my roommate, so the problem is quite obvious. Anyway, we get to our stay and it's nice. The view from the balcony is great and I like the freedom these door keys offer over our other stay that had 1 key at the front desk. I decided to explore after a little nap and ended up back at Ippudo Ramen. It was completely on accident, but I won't complain, as it's the best bowl I've had here in Japan so far, even though the one I had in Tokyo was better because I had company. I then went and browsed around Kyoto station, and played the Initial D arcade game with some Japanese schoolkid. He was a pretty good racer and I had fun.

The readings really spoke to me about how brilliant the Shinkansen really was and how it untied Japan in a way like never before. Distances that were once seen as too large were now accessible without the need to build an airport. The train goes something like 200mph which is crazy fast for passenger rail. Now you have Japanese people accessing different parts of Japan in larger numbers, bolstering the economy, jobs, and overall growth of the country. The bullet train wasn't just a wonder in engineering, but a miracle for the country.

I hope you'll forgive me, because my GoPro was in my bag on the train so I couldn't get some pictures on the train.

Here is Kyoto instead

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years ago

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A Place To Call Home: Canada Trip

Summary: The reader and Jensen are up in Canada a year after their unfortunate accident to have some fun. When the reader starts to question if she’s a little too boring for her age, she and Jensen end up deciding what happens in Vancouver, stays in Vancouver...

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Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 6,800ish

Warnings: language, heavy drinking, drunk life talks, legal drug use, minor frightening incident, fluff

A/N: This part takes place after the Santa’s Letters timestamp. Enjoy!

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“Sorry we missed the string lights,” said your dad as you walked over the bridge. You stopped and looked down to the water below. “Y/N.”

“Hm?” you said.

“You’ve been distracted since we got on the plane this morning,” he said. “Are...you did want to come to the canyon park for our trip right?”

“No of course. I love this place, even if we nearly died trying to get here last time,” you said. You walked again, waiting for him to catch up when you got off of it and onto the trail.

“What’s in that head of yours?” he asked, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’m twenty eight. We adopted Allie when we were 25. I got married at 23, engaged at 22. Besides TJ and like JJ, you’re my closet friend and you’re my dad. My fifty one year old father.”

“Sit,” he said, walking over to a bench. You sighed as you sat, watching him settle in beside you, fixing his winter coat. “What’s wrong? Do...we can go home if-”

“Hey. I like having you as a best friend,” you said with a smile. He grinned and his cheeks flushed. “Are you blushing?”

“Shut up. What are you talking about, tall munchkin?”

“Just...did I lose every chance of being a kid and doing stupid shit and...I’m the most well behaved person in their twenties in existence. I lost being a kid and a teenager a lot and most of college was trying to fit in again and figure out who I actually am and…”

“Where’s the but coming?” he asked.

“You did a lot of dumb shit. You had fun. When you were my age you weren’t stressing over your retirement plan and that they moved the fucking chicken at the grocery store again and you didn’t go to bed at ten on a Saturday night.”

“We had very different lives,” he said.

“Yeah but you were somehow responsible and had fun. I just...I don’t even know what I’m saying.”

“Vegas rules?” he said with a smirk. You raised an eyebrow and he shrugged. “What happens on vacation stays on vacation? We could have some fun.”

“What kind of fun?”

“We could go get drunk and not like tipsy either. I mean like let’s get you hammered, get you to do some karaoke bar or something.”

“I would kill you...but I could get drunk?”

“Alright. Sounds like a plan. You know Thomas could offer to be the designated driver more often, let you cut loose too. There’s not an age limit on fun,” he said.

“Yeah but I don’t like getting that wasted in public. It’s not really safe,” you said. “Not unless somebody’s really watching your back.”

He held up a finger and took out his phone, smiling as he tapped and put it up to his ear.

“Hey Cliffy,” he said. You made grabby hands and he chuckled, putting it on speaker.

“Hi Uncle Cliffy,” you said.

“Hey kiddo. Keeping him out of trouble for me?”

“They don’t pay you enough,” you said, getting put in a headlock for that.

“You mind working tonight Cliffy? Kiddo and I want to have a good time but-”

“But need someone to watch your perky ass? Yeah, I’m free anytime after eight.”

“Awesome. We’ll probably grab dinner and then head out. I’ll call you around nine to come keep an eye on us?” he asked.

“You sneak off on me I’ll kill ya kid,” he said. “I’m serious.”

“Mhm,” said your dad as he rolled his eyes. “I’m not forty anymore, Cliffy.”

“The fact you raise children scares me.”

“We’ll catch ya later,” he said before he hung up.

“So what’d you do what you were forty?” you asked. He winced and you crossed your arms. “Vegas rules, remember?”

“Jared and I may have gotten a little pot on a con weekend. It was Washington so perfectly legal but...not exactly the safest thing to be that impaired in a city you don’t know on your own. He kinda reamed our asses out over it. Made us take a fucking safety course.”

“A safety course?” you laughed. “On what?”

“You know how I got a few restraining orders? Yeah, those kinds of people,” he said.

“Oh. Like that course they made us take during freshman forum,” you said. He shook his head and slumped down in his seat. “I knew you’ve smoked pot before.”

“Have you?” he asked.

“Yeah. A few houses before yours one of my foster brothers was a dealer. He let us have some sometimes. I don’t like the smoking part of it.”

“I smoked,” he said. “I’m not really proud of that.”

“It is kinda disgusting,” you said.

“Haven’t smoked a thing since I was younger than you.”

“Good. I hope you don’t ever again. But I thought you said you guys got pot.”

“It’s the twenty first century. I can get pot and gummy bears at the same time?” he chuckled. “Double win.”

“Weed’s legal here you know,” you said with a shrug.

“You’re a little fucking degenerate and I’m glad my raising of you is finally shining through,” he said. “One rule though.”

“For the hotel room, duh.”

“I know that, dumbass. I meant nothing and I mean nothing on this trip is ever spoken of to your mother, understood?”

“Agreed. Even if she’s the adventurous one,” you said as you stood up. He stared up at you and you laughed. “Sex off topic?”

“Save that for when I’m intoxicated,” he said. “First though, I have a perfect idea to fill the rest of our time.”

“I can’t believe I went bungie jumping,” you said a few hours later as you were driving back down to Vancouver. “That was so fucking cool!”

“See now when you tell your kids you did that shit when they’re teenagers they’ll just shrug and be like sure you did and you’ll think I was cool you little shit with your phone and fifteen sleepovers planned out like a convention schedule.”

“You glad you got that off your chest?” you laughed.

“Yes, I am,” he said, going quiet as you drove down the other side of the highway past where the accident had been about fourteen months earlier.

“How’s your leg lately?” you asked.

“It’s good. Muscle mass finally came back in the fall I want to say. Doc said I could go run a marathon on it if I wanted to. Told him good luck with that.”

“They put up a sign,” you said.

“Hm?”

“In the mirror,” you said. “They put up a sign on the other side of the road and a overhead light it looks like.”

“Good. Won’t happen to someone else now,” he said. He was quiet and you turned up the heat when it started to rain. “I never properly thanked you.”

“Dad-”

“You saved my life and I was a dick that first month home when we were both hurt and recovering and I never thanked you and all you did was take care of me and help get the guys to school and games and make dinners and I never thanked you for any of it.”

“You being alive was sort of thanks enough,” you said quietly.

“Someday I won’t be here.”

“Way to make the fun weekend fun,” you said.

“I’m just saying...I’m glad I got to be your dad.”

“102, pops. I’m holding you to what you promised,” you said.

“You gonna be okay if I bit the big one?”

“Eventually,” you said. “Just do it in a less traumatic fashion alright? I know you actors gotta be such show offs.”

“I’m gonna let that one slide and instead you can pick out a restaurant for us to go to tonight.”

“Anything you in the mood-” you said before he slammed on the brakes when the car in front of you stopped. You got pushed backwards, one of his hands gripping the wheel tight, the other shoving you back into your own seat. The car started to drive again and you both took deep breaths. “Why don’t I drive?”

He didn’t argue and pulled over, swapping seats before you pulled out and back onto the highway.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah. You were gonna drive back anyways,” he said. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I was gonna say I was in the mood for a good burger,” you said.

“There’s a place downtown I took mom to once. Always meant to get back there,” he said. He looked out the window and you changed lanes, going past the person who had stopped before, watching him relax out of the corner of your eye.

“So this place got good dessert too?”

“This burger is awesome,” you said a few hours later. “I see how this sealed the deal with mom.”

“She told you about this place,” he said, dipping a fry in some ketchup.

“I know you proposed the next day,” you said.

“Almost did it that night,” he said, eating for a moment as you took a sip of his bourbon. “Fell in love with her in a week. Took years to get off my ass and say anything.”

“Still beat TJ,” you said.

“You were young. Don’t know how the boy suffered that long without asking you out to be honest,” he said, picking up a charred jalapeno slice and popping it in his mouth.

“I was his first girlfriend,” you said. “Turns out you’re both shy.”

“Thank goodness for you and your mother then,” he chuckled. “You know that kid loved you from the moment he met you, don’t you.”

“Yeah, at least that part you can’t explain,” you said.

“When did you finally admit that was there for you?” he asked.

“By the end of freshman year I think I told myself it wasn’t just a crush. I loved my best friend and that was terrifying.”

“It is, isn’t it,” he said with a soft smile.

“I couldn’t lose him, not when I let him in so deep. He didn’t even have to work for it and that used to make me so mad, like he had some free pass and I didn’t understand.”

“Kid’s your soulmate,” he said. “You can’t explain it until you experience it.”

“You really think he’s my soulmate?” you asked, munching on a mushy fry.

“He’s your soulmate,” he said with a smirk.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because he could hurt you the most but he’s the one person you’ve never been afraid of. You let him in when you don’t let people in. You’d been with us a year and a half when you met him. You weren’t perfect, it wasn’t all better back then. It’ll never be all better. You still called me Jensen back then. But that kid made you smile like you were every other person falling in love. You told him things you don’t tell anyone. He’s the only person in the world you’ve ever willingly told it all to. Honey I knew the first day you brought him over you were gonna marry him.”

“You did?” you asked quietly.

“He was in the room when you started calling me dad. Thomas is special and we’ve always known that.”

You ate the last of your burger and wiped off your hands, your dad sliding the boozy milkshakes menu over to you as he finished up.

“You were different with him after that vacation after the resort,” you said. “You’d always been nice to each other but TJ was...you were both more open with each other. You weren’t just my dad after that to him.”

“Well we both knew odds were very high I was about to be his father-in-law,” he chuckled.

“Dad.”

“We talked one night when you were in bed.”

“Dad.”

“That’s a private conversation between Thomas and I,” he said.

“Was it cause he asked to marry me?”

“No,” he said, eating the last of your fries from your plate. “He didn’t ask that.”

“If he didn’t ask to marry me what did you talk about?”

“He wanted to know if he was good enough for you,” he said. You stared at him and he smiled. “He didn’t want you to have anything less than you deserved. That told me what I needed to know about exactly the kind of man he was.”

“What if I hadn’t found him?” you asked.

“You would have found him eventually. I met your mother years before we dated. These things have a way of working out the way they’re supposed to. I mean, if you two weren’t together, you would never have found Allie, maybe no one would have. I don’t try to figure out what the plan is, I just hang on for the ride.”

“I have nightmares about that sometimes, if no one had found her,” you said.

“But you did and you gave her a mom and dad,” he said. “A safe place to grow up and be loved. I know you two made some sacrifices to do that for her.”

“I’d give up anything for her,” you said. “Her or Colin.”

“It’s fun when they’re little...and the teenage years are a little rough...but they grow up and they’re pretty cool when that happens,” he said. “Your sister is starting to get out of her teenage angst phase a bit more. Hanging out with dad is cool again.”

“Wait until she gets to college and she goes to a sorority house and she finds a fucking supernatural poster on the wall of hot guys,” you said. He nearly spit out his drink but swallowed it down, cracking up as you nodded. “There is nothing more horrifying in life, I swear.”

“She might be spared,” he chuckled.

“She just started watching The Boys. Soldier Boy, episode six,” you said, sipping down the rest of his drink as he groaned. “Thanks for that warning by the way.”

“Oh...I forgot about that,” he chuckled.

“How do you forget getting butt ass naked for work?” you said.

“I don’t know but he sure as shit has a hell of an ass,” said a man behind you. You turned and went wide eyed when you saw the man stop at the table, your dad grinning and standing up. “Hey Jay. Been awhile.”

“Hey! You look great. You in town filming?” asked your dad.

“Yeah, head home in a few weeks,” he said, smiling as he looked down at you. “You must be Y/N. You had the awesome Solider Boy outfit for Halloween.”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, glancing down at your lap.

“She loves Homelander,” said your dad.

“I do not!” you said, snapping your head up. “He’s delusional.”

“Oh I learned that years ago,” he said. “I’m Antony.”

“Y/N...but you knew that,” you said, looking down again.

“You got plans?” asked your dad.

“Just grab a drink to get out of the apartment for a few hours,” he said.

“Wanna hang with us?” asked your dad. “We’re having a bit of what happens in Vancouver stays in Vancouver vacation.”

“Now that’s when your parents get fun is when you get drunk with them,” said Antony. He tilted his head and you shifted in your seat. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your dad daughter time though.”

“She’s just shy around some of my friends,” said Jensen.

“Well if she is she gets it from you,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind the chance to catch up with an old friend if I’m not intruding.”

“You’re cool,” you said, forcing your head up.

“Wow your face is so red,” said your dad.

“At least my ass isn’t permanently out in the world for everyone to see.”

“I like your sassy child,” chuckled Antony.

“Y/N, scoot over. I’m gonna get a refill. Ant?”

“Whatever you’re buying is fine with me,” he said.

“You want a milkshake?” asked your dad as he slowly backed up.

“Yes please,” he said as you held up a hand.

“Be right back,” he said as you slid over in the booth, Antony taking a seat.

“So how’s your guy’s vacation so far? Do anything fun?” he asked.

“We went bungie jumping this afternoon after we went to the canyon park up North,” you said.

“Really? That’s awesome. I never would have done something like that with my dad when I was your age. Not sure I’d do it now to be honest and this is coming from a Kiwi,” he said.

“He bought weed gummies for later back at the hotel too.”

“Yeah, your dad is officially cooler than mine,” he said. “You did the set design on The Veranda Project movie right?”

“Yeah, last year. How’d you know that?”

“It’s what I’m up here filming. It’s one of the coolest sets I’ve ever seen. You got a real eye for that sort of thing.”

“I get to use my architecture degree that way still. Plus side jobs like that are fun when the deadlines aren’t so bad.”

“When I was filming with your dad back on The Boys, I think you’d just taken a management job at the brewery? He bragged about you running the place by the time you were thirty.”

“Vice President of Distribution,” you said.

“Oh fancy,” he said. “Is it fun working with your parents? I put up a shed with my dad once and I don’t think I could survive an actual job.”

“They’re more like owners I suppose. I have say over my department and they come in but maybe only a few hours a week. Dad’s always busy acting or making music or producing with mom. They leave me be,” you said. “I say as I see them nearly every single day.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” he said. “I uh...I reached out to your dad after I heard about his accident last year but never heard anything back. He doing good? He seems it but you know how he is.”

“He’s okay,” you said with a smile. “It was rough. He didn’t purposefully not respond, I swear. He was going through a lot. Being in a nearly deadly car accident with your kid will do that to you.”

He stared at you and frowned.

“I forget you were in the car with him. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s okay, really. We drove on that very same road today and we were fine. We both ended up being just fine.”

“Kid you kinda held him together like paper mache from what the news said.”

“I have experience in bad accidents,” you said. He cocked his head and you shrugged. “My parents were killed in an accident when I was ten. My parents were my fosters when I was a teenager and then they adopted me.”

“I never knew that,” he said. “He just said he has four kids.”

“There’s no distinction for him,” you said. “Or mom.”

“Kinda hit the jackpot with them, huh.”

“I did,” you said as you saw your dad come back to the table with three drinks. “So Antony. Any secrets you want to divulge about my father I can use for blackmail someday?”

“I was gone like five minutes,” he said. “Milkshakes will be over in a minute.”

“Oh I could tell her a lot,” he said. “So, so much.”

“Come on Antony,” you said with a smirk, your dad groaning. “You can share. What happens in Vancouver, stays in Vancouver after all.”

“Hey dad,” you said a few hours later, Cliff running to grab the car while you waited on a bench outside, Antony headed back to his own place. “You’re kinda giggly when you’re drunk.”

“So are you,” he said, leaning over and booping your nose. He laughed to himself and leaned against your arm, pushing himself up. “We should do this with mom and TJ sometime.”

“TJ’s such a happy drunk,” you giggled, sliding down the seat. “Dad?”

“Yeah?” he laughed, kicking his feet back and forth.

“Thanks for adopting me,” you said. You slumped against his side and gave him a big hug, getting a kiss on the forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you. Thanks for giving us a chance,” he said, a car horn honking. “That’s our ride. Come on. We’re not done with the night yet.”

“We’ll save these for tomorrow,” he said, flapping the bag of gummies in his hand before tossing them on the table. “I have not been this drunk in a long time.”

“Same,” you said from the other side of his king sized bed. “Honestly your friend tonight was kinda hot.”

“Kid, I already knew you thought that,” he giggled. “You’re lucky I kept my mouth shut.”

“Oh I know you knew. But he was just so tall. Fuck TJ’s gonna be a hot old guy, I just know it.”

“Alright Casanova, while I’m drunk enough to ask this question,” he said as he fell back on bed, “Do you think you and TJ are gonna do more fun dumb shit after this experience?”

“I think so. We do have built in babysitters right around the corner...and the twins are even old enough to watch the kids now,” you said.

“What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever wanted to do with him?”

“Throw him a hot wheels themed birthday party,” you laughed.

“You’re gonna have to explain that one,” he chuckled. “Hot wheels?”

“His dad promised him a hot wheels part for his seventh birthday. Instead he forgot and thankfully TJ’s mom was able to pull together a normal party but he teased him with getting him this hot wheels set he wanted so fucking bad and his dad didn’t even get him anything.”

“Rick can get fucked,” said your dad.

“I second that,” you said. He held up a hand and you high-fived it.

“Tell me about that hot wheels set when we’re sober.”

“I’ve tried for years to find it online but I couldn’t. Not unless you had like five grand.”

“I have five grand.”

“Don’t be a show off.”

“I can’t buy him nice things?” he asked.

“Dad. Don’t be a celebrity. That’s way too much.”

“Nah. I’m getting it. You can’t stop me,” he said. “You’re small and I’ll wear you down eventually so just give in.”

“You’ve literally never bought me a five grand present.”

“I got you a cellphone, a car, a private college tuition-”

“I paid for half of that technically with scholarships,” you said.

“Half a college tuition,” he chuckled. “A nice wedding, part of your house. Do I need to go on?”

“I’m not jealous. I’m just saying I never got a birthday present that much,” you said. He turned his head and smiled over at you. He pushed up his short sleeve and pressed his thumb against his heart tattoo for you on his bicep. “My present didn’t fit in a box.”

“You can’t buy what you wanted. I know you would give up every single thing I just listed off if you got to keep your family instead. The toy set isn’t about the money. It’s about TJ getting to have a moment back. You’re an adult. You know how rare it is to have those childhood glimpses, forget about all of the responsibilities, all of the stress and aches and being tired and all of it. You get that spark back for a minute. That’s what I want to give him. It’s the same reason you want to get him that set too.”

“Why are some dads so shitty?” you asked quietly.

“Gotta make the rest of us look good,” he chuckled. He reached his hand over and ruffled the top of your head gently. “I don’t know sweetie. There’s always good and bad. It’s easier to be bad in a way. Sometimes, people just don’t have help or support to find a way to be good. Doing a bad thing doesn’t make you bad just like doing a good thing doesn’t make you good. Day in and day out, that’s who you are. Sure there’s a few really great people and a few evil people but the rest of us just try to get by living in that gray area.”

“I used to be scared of the guy at my third foster house,” you said. He nodded and trailed his finger down to your nose before bopping it. You smiled and he returned it, pulling you in closer to his side. “Me and the other girls in my room, we took turns staying up at night to make sure he didn’t come in.”

“He was someone that was just born wrong I think. He never should have been allowed near you kids,” he said. “I’m grateful he never hurt you. I know that an anonymous tip is what did him in and got you moved.”

You stared at his arm and started tracing over his arrow tattoo while he cleared his throat.

“Y/N, there were a few anonymous tips that came in while you were at your worst homes,” he said. “Maybe it took six months but they came in. You always moved shortly after the investigations. I know it happened eight times. Eight out of fourteen and none of your truly bad homes got tips.”

“So.”

“Cole always knew it was you. I knew it was you. Mom knew. You never once told anyone that you made those phone calls.”

“What’s your point?”

“You had a right to go down a different path in life and no one would have blamed you. You could have let school slide, you could have gotten into trouble and then more trouble. You could have kept your mouth shut and done what might have in the eyes of a twelve year old girl been much safer. But you still left calls, still did so good in school, even getting bullied at your old schools sometimes, even with the crap you dealt with at home...some people are born wrong like I said. But some are born right. I thought you should know after all these years that I’ve always been proud of the fact you protected yourself and those other kids when no one else did. You were born right kiddo and I’m still trying to figure out how to be that way myself. Someday I hope I get there.”

“You wouldn’t have wanted me if I were bad. No one wants the bad kid. No one wanted me except for you and mom and I still don’t know why you took me back after I ran away.”

“You were our daughter. The moment you stepped in the house, you were our child.”

“But I ran away,” you said. You sat up and looked over your shoulder at him. He propped himself up on his elbows and frowned. “I was bad. If I were right I wouldn’t have-”

“Being a good person doesn’t mean you do everything right all the time. You ran away because you didn’t want to, using your words, ruin our family. You thought you were doing something to help us, even if I wish you hadn’t felt that way you were trying to do what you thought was the best thing for other people.”

“I’m not this strong person you always think I am dad.”

“I’m not who you think I am either,” he said. “I fuck up. I get mad and make mistakes and I’m not this person that knew what he was doing all along when it came to you. I was trying not to drown same as you. I was terrified you’d leave in the middle of the night for months and I had to pretend I wasn’t same as you pretending I didn’t scare you.”

“How does doing what I’m supposed to make me a good person?”

“How does doing it make me one?”

“You adopted a kid you didn’t have to.”

“Back at ya. Why are you upset I called you a good person?”

“Because doing what you’re supposed to doesn’t automatically make you one,” you said.

“That’s true but doing what you’re supposed to can get a hell of a lot harder and it did for you. You could have given up. You could have told me and mom to fuck off and left the second you were eighteen. We couldn’t have stopped you. You had your mind made up but you changed it. You tried so yeah, I’m always going to be proud of you for doing that. Your sisters and brother, they don’t know what that’s like. You had to work for it so yes you are strong and you are good and you’ve never been bad a day in your life. When I gave up last year, you didn’t so you are stronger than me and I got shit to learn from you still. That’s all I was saying.”

“You didn’t give up,” you said, laying back with a sigh. “You just...you were hurt and you saw no way to fix it. I barely had a way to fix it. You didn’t give up.”

“You didn’t stop looking for a way to keep me alive while I was thinking don’t let her be out here alone too long.”

“Like I said, you didn’t give up. You were thinking about other things,” you said.

“I still owe you one for that,” he said as he plopped back.

“Saving your life?”

“Anything you want. Like I said, I owe you.”

“Can I have an honest answer to a question instead since you seem to be incapable of letting that shit go?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said after a moment. “Go ahead.”

“The night I ran away, my seventeenth birthday, when we got back to the house and we talked, I told you guys I didn’t want you.”

“I remember.”

“When I said that, you took me out to the front porch. Did you regret choosing me? You’d almost lost your ability to be fosters and adopt because of me and then I turned around said I didn’t want to be there. Did it ever, for even a split second, cross your mind that you chose wrong?”

“You can be so stubborn,” he said with a chuckle. “So fucking stubborn. Mom was upset and scared and you said you didn’t want her and it broke her heart. You didn’t care. You didn’t care about hurting us. For a split second, just a second, I wanted to give you a hug. You needed one. You needed one so bad and you hid behind that angry act so well but one actor to another, I saw right through it. That’s why we went outside. So you could know that no matter how mean or much you hurt us, we’d take it because you needed to know that. That’s what your parents do. You can be an asshole and they still love you. You forgot what unconditional love was so we had to learn the hard way. I know you were scared I’d hurt you but then you gave me a hug and I knew it was going to work.”

“I was kinda testing you with that...saying I didn’t want you guys,” you said.

“Uh, what?”

“On the road that night you said your job was to protect me. So I tried to make you as angry as possible when we got back. If you went back on your word, I knew you were like the rest of them and you were all talk.”

“Why’d you hug me then?”

“You said if I left, you would come get me again. You said you were failing me, not the other way around. You cared. No one cared about me in a really long time so I gave you a chance and mom a chance and I figured maybe they were alright in the end,” you said. You stretched out, feeling a little more sober now, the clock saying it was nearly two in the morning. “I’m gonna head to bed.”

“Okay, munchkin,” he said. You got up and went to the door between your rooms, pushing it open slowly.

“Dad.” You turned around and he sat up. “You’re really good at your job.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” You nodded and leaned against the doorframe. “I’ve never felt like a very good father. I’m gone a lot. I miss games and plays and birthdays and so much. I’m a horrible husband. Sometimes I’m surprised your mother still puts up with me.”

“Can I tell you a secret? Just because you’re not there, doesn’t mean you’re not there,” you said.

“What’s that mean?”

“It means tomorrow morning you’re gonna call and grill Arrow on how her soccer game went and you’re gonna ask Zepp how his sleepover was and you’ll talk to JJ about her media paper and you’ll talk to mom and drop hints about making plans for vacation in May when you’re secretly taking her in two weeks and you’re not physically there but you are there, get it?”

“I guess so.”

“You’re not a horrible husband or father. Trust me. I’ve met them. You’re a pretty good role model of what to want out of a parent or stuff to look for in a partner.”

“What quality do I share with Mr. Hanover?” he asked with a smile.

“You both love me for starters,” you said. He rolled his eyes and plopped back in bed. “Enjoy your hangover in the morning, old man.”

“Yeah yeah,” he said, waving a hand. “Night.”

“Night dad.”

“Good morning,” you said the next day when he knocked on the door between the rooms and opened it up.

“Advil,” he groaned, going over to your purse and digging through it. “For the love of god I need Advil.”

“There’s some on the table,” you said as he dropped the purse. “How’s the head?”

“Horrible. I need a greasy breakfast five minutes ago.”

“I’m almost ready,” you said, pulling your socks on, slipping into your sneakers while he downed the medicine.

“Good cause I have a surprise,” he said. You narrowed your eyes and he whistled. You saw movement at the door and then TJ was popping his head in.

“Heard there was a hot girl in here,” he teased. You jumped up and gave him a big hug, barely catching your mom sneak past and give your dad a hug.

“What are you guys doing here?” you asked. “I thought-”

“TJ and I were having our own little weekend and decided we missed you guys. We called dad late last night and told him we were in town and we’d meet up in the morning.”

“I got so drunk with your mom last night,” whispered TJ in your ear.

“Very similar situation happened here,” you said back. “Who’s watching the kids?”

“My mom actually,” said TJ with a smile. “She offered to come down since she doesn’t see them that much. JJ’s helping out.”

“Good. I’m glad she gets to spend some time with them,” you said.

“My dad’s not there,” he said. “Promise.”

“Well this is cute and all but I still have a killer hangover,” said your dad as he ducked back into his room.

“Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready,” you said. You went into the bathroom and threw up your hair, walking back out to find TJ munching on a bag of gummy bears. “TJ! Stop!”

“I only had like two,” he said, holding up his hands. You put your hand over your face, your parents stepping inside. “You’d think she’s you hoarding gummy bears like that.”

“Oh you sweet innocent thing,” said your dad with a laugh.

“He only had two,” you said. TJ frowned and picked up the bag, staring at it more closely. “Babe. Those are edibles.”

“Wait. Am I about to get high?” he asked.

“Yup,” you said. “I think you’re gonna have to get that breakfast without us, dad.”

“We’ll do a McDonald’s run,” he said, your mom going over and picking up the bag, popping one in her mouth. “Hey!”

“Call room service,” she said. “TJ honey, take a seat before you forget where the ground is.”

“You were seriously gonna get high with your dad?” he asked.

“I went bungie jumping yesterday too?” you said.

“We’ll be right back with breakfast. Honey-”

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” she said. “Trouble maker.”

“I learned it from you,” he said, sticking his tongue out before he was pulling you out of the room with him.

“He okay eating two of those?” you asked.

“Yeah, he’s fine. He’ll be relaxed by the time we’re back,” he chuckled, heading down the hall with you. “Like your surprise?”

“Oh getting drunk with you is fun but I think today will be something even that can’t compete with,” you laughed.

“Probably not,” he said, stopping at the elevator. “Hey. Want to go to Cancun in two weeks?”

“We have work.”

“No, no you don’t,” he smirked. “TJ doesn’t… the kids are on school break...it’s a win win.”

“Alright then,” you said, getting into the elevator with him, the doors shutting after you. “Dad?”

“Mhm.”

“Next time you have a nightmare, you can come get me. I know yesterday on the road was scary for a second.”

“I wake you up last night?” he asked.

“I heard you and then when you checked on me,” you said. He nodded and hit the button down to the lobby. “Hey dad?”

“Yeah?”

You opened up your purse and pulled out a small first aid kit, a tiny laugh escaping him.

“Just in case,” you said.

“Mom’s here. No nightmares tonight,” he said.

“You can still wake me up,” you said.

“You mind sending me the link to that hot wheels set TJ wanted?”

“I can do that,” you said.

“Thanks.”

“If next time you have a nightmare, you wake me up,” you said. He grabbed your pinky with his and squeezed it.

“Got a deal,” he said.

“Do you remember much from the truck and ER?” you asked.

“Not really,” he said. “I remember you kept squeezing my hand though. I kinda held onto that to stay awake. After getting real tired on the road that’s what I remember until I woke up in bed with you in the one next to me.”

He took hold of your whole hand for a moment and squeezed it before the doors opened and he let it go again, stepping outside.

“Come on, tall munchkin. We got some food to grab before we have some more fun today.”

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