#LOTS of jon/leo in this one

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I’d love a story with sick Angie (it doesn’t matter what it is) with the emphasis on Jonah as her caretaker. And I’d love it if you could write about what Jon said in that vertigo fic, were Luke was the only caretaker, about feeling like he doesn’t know Angie.

Hi there! I had a lot of fun typing this up, it's a bit more tender than my usual stuff, since Jonah's is slightly off his element!

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There were things Jonah knew how to do: read Leo like a book, feel Wendy’s annoyance from across a room, suture a wound with an eye closed. And then there were things that he didn’t… 

Currently the issue was understanding what was going through his little sister’s mind. 

It hurt to say out loud, but Angie was half family, half stranger. She had been only ten when Jonah left for college, however during five of those ten years they supposedly shared, he had been away in boarding school, coming home only three times a year. In sum, he had truly known Angie only for five of her seventeen years. 

It had been a pleasant surprise to learn she didn’t think of him as some stranger, but as her brother, and that she wanted them to be close. Or, as Leo had put, “Jon, she worships you.”

Since Christmas last year, they had been chatting much more frequently and she had come over to Welton at the end of January, staying over at Jonah and Leo’s place for three days. 

This time around she was supposed to stay all week, which Jon was equally nervous and excited about. 

“I’m the one who should be nervous,” Leo had joked as they drove to pick Angie up at the airport, “not you.” 

However Jonah was nervous, because despite never wanting to say this out loud — and not needing to, Leo knew it already — he was terribly invested into making this new relationship work out. 

Normally Angelina was a bubbly, chatty teenager, never quite managing to contain her excitement. During her last visit, she had pestered JD so much that the cat had all but vanished during her last day over, hiding in Leo’s side of the closet. 

Tonight she was sullen and Jonah was nearly crawling up the wall trying to figure out what had changed. 

After picking her up at the airport, they had opted for having dinner in Portland instead of doing the full one hour and a half drive back to Welton without eating. Dinner had gone smoothly, Angie was a little quieter than usual, but Jonah had jolted this as her giving Leo time to gush about the proposal, something she seemed very interested in. Her whole face had lit up as she saw the engagement ring and she had pushed her chair closer in order to inspect it, pulling Leo into a hug that had the blonde’s face turning beet red, much to Jon’s amusement. 

The drive back had been even more quiet. 

“Why don’t you connect your phone with the radio, Angie?” Leo asked, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He was mortified of getting carsick in front of his future sister-in-law, so he had insisted on driving both ways, “pick some music for the ride.”

“No, it’s fine…” Angelina answered, curling up on the backseat, “I think I’m just gonna nap, if you don’t mind…” 

“No, that’s alright,” Jonah turned on the passenger seat, “there must be a neck pillow stuffed behind my seat, is it there?”

“Yeah,” she retrieved it and kicked off her sneakers, spreading out in the back, “thanks, Jon.” 

He turned back to face the road. Something was off and he wasn’t sure what. 

“Relax,” Leo poked his side, a couple minutes later, whispering, “chill.”

“I am chill,” Jonah lied, not putting any effort behind it and once again looking over his shoulder, to where his sister had curled up in the backseat. 

They got home without a hitch, Leo had put on one of his ultra romantic songs and was drumming along with Michael Bolton’s Missing You Now, much to Jonah’s eternal amusement. His fiance couldn’t keep up with the beat if they paid him. 

“Baby I just can't wait! Till I see your face,” Leo leaned in to sing to him, as they parked, a cheeky smile on his face, “chase awaaay this loneliness insideee!” 

Jonah snorted, shutting him up with a kiss, “oh God, shut up, Leo,” his cheeks heated up as the song ended and the initial lyrics of the When A Man Loves a Woman started playing, Leo getting ready to serenade him, pointing at Jon’s chest as he said, “When a man loves a woman. Can't keep his mind on nothin'else-”

“Leeeeo,” Jonah groaned, pushing his door open, but not getting out. Instead he turned on his seat to shake Angelina awake. He half expected her to be awake and giggling at the whisper concert Leo was making, but no, she was still sleeping soundly, “Angie. Angie, we’re here.” 

It took him shaking her once more, before she woke up, looking completely lost for a minute.

“Where-”

“Let’s go inside so you can sleep in a proper bed,” Jonah circled the car, helping her out and raised his eyebrows, letting out a surprised noise when Angie collapsed against him and made no movement to pull away. He hesitantly lowered his arms around her in a makeshift hug, unsure of what to do. 

Leo grinned at him, getting out of the car as well and going to retrieve Angie’s bags. 

She barely let go of him, putting only enough distance that they were able to walk to the elevator, but snuggled back once they were inside. Jonah felt like his face was tingling and he couldn’t bring himself to meet Leo’s eyes, extremely embarrassed. 

This time around, Angelina paid no mind to JD. The cat came running to greet them at the door, only to stop once she saw the girl and sniffling her suspiciously, serpentining between Angie’s legs and settling for meowing at Leo’s feet as if asking who this was. 

Jonah fully expected his sister to grab JD like she had done last time, but instead she only yawned and waited patiently as he guided her to the guest room. 

“You know where’s everything, right?” Jonah hung awkwardly at the door, once Leo put the bag inside and Angie sat down on the bed. She yawned again, nodding. 

“Yeah…”

“There’s extra towels in the bathroom if you feel like taking a shower,” Jonah grimaced at his inability to sound as warm as he was supposed to, “and you don’t have to ask to go through the fridge…”

“I’m fine, Jon, thank you,” Angelina dismissed him easily, “I think I’m just gonna sleep, though.”

“Okay…” he glanced at the television, “there’s Netflix and Prime and Max-”

“Jon,” Leo grabbed his elbow, chuckling, “let the girl sleep. Goodnight Ange.”

“Goodnight,” Angie smiled at them, clearly agreeing with Leo and Jonah sighed, relenting and allowing the blonde to pull him out of the guest bedroom. 

“It’s only nine o’clock,” Jonah complained as they entered their own bedroom, Leo already ahead of him in the bathroom, stripping for a shower. They were both still in work clothes, “what type of teenager falls asleep at nine?”

“Your sister’s type,” Leo shrugged, getting under the shower stream, “relax Jon, she’s probably just tired after the flight.”

Jonah didn’t quite believe that. 

They ended up going to bed around eleven, so Jon was surprised when he woke up at only 6 AM, an hour before his alarm. He wasn’t sure why he was up. It was a Thursday, which meant Leo had court and would start working later, but would also be held up until whatever hour. The blonde was passed out next to him, head buried in the pillow. 

Jon’s shift only started at 9… 

He yawned, rubbing a hand over his face and getting up to pee. He was getting back in bed, when a noise down the hall caught his attention. Something falling?

It wasn’t JD, because the cat was happily asleep on Leo’s side. 

Jonah got out of the bed to investigate and wasn’t surprised when he found the guest bedroom door open, or the guest bathroom door closed. He knocked on it softly, “Angie, you alright? I heard something falling…”

“Urgh…” was the pitiful answer he got, “Jon…”

Well, shit. 

“Can I come in?” he asked nervously, biting the skin of his thumb, “Angie?” 

“Hmmm…yeah…” 

Jonah didn’t wait for an answer and pushed the door open. 

Angelina was really skinny with long limbs, like a model, and currently she was folded like an origami project in front of the toilet. Her rich, dark skin looked damn near ashen, and she had a trembling hand on the porcelain, the other pressing to her lips.

“Don’t… I don’t feel good…” 

“Oh darling,” Jonah sighed, feeling a selfish wave of relief wash over him at finally being able to pinpoint what was wrong and that it wasn’t him. He crouched down, “have you been sick yet?”

Angie shook her head, gulping down, “soon…” she leaned in, squeezing her eyes shut, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- To-” she got interrupted by a hiccup and Jonah scoffed, scooting closer so he could rub her back. 

“Don’t apologize, it’s all right,” he cringed as he realized her really long, curly hair was getting near her mouth. They didn’t have a single scrunchie in their place. 

At Bella’s advice, or rather, order, they had stocked the guest bathroom with pads, just in case — that had been an interesting little grocery trip, given neither of them had any idea of what they were doing and Leo looked positively mortified —, but the ginger hadn’t said anything about hair ties.

“Jon-” Angie whined, oblivious to his thoughts and leaning further over the toilet. Another sick hiccup shook her entire frame, this one turning into a gag at the end and Jonah cringed as he saw clear saliva hit the water. 

“You’re okay,” he carefully pulled his sister’s hair back with one hand, the other staying firmly on her back, “just get it up, don’t fight it-”

She retched once more, before getting up to her knees, and burying her head in the bowl as vomit gushed out. The movement was so sudden that Jonah had to move as well, so he wouldn’t pull on her hair. 

He gagged as he heard the horrible noise of his sister bringing up last night’s dinner, his stomach souring considerably as she pulled back, clumsily trying to flush, with vomit clinging to her bottom lip still.

“God-” Jonah pulled back the hand that was on her back, slapping it over his lips and biting down a retch of his own. Angelina let out a little hurt noise, much like JD did when they accidentally tripped on her.

“I’m sorry-” his voice came out husky, “shit, Angie, I’m sorry-”

“You’re sick too?” she managed to flush and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, causing Jonah to gag once more. He shook his head, gulping convulsively to keep his stomach in check.

He was so used to Leo, that someone else puking around him was news to his body. The routine was different, the noises too. Worse.

“No, I just-” Jonah cleared his throat, “I get sympathy sick.”

“Oh,” Angie’s big chocolate eyes were dazed and he suspected she was burning up a fever, “I’m sor-”

“Are you done?” 

“I dunno,” she rubbed her stomach, uneasily, “don’t wanna risk going to bed and- And getting sick…” 

“We can sit on the couch and watch TV,” Jonah offered, getting up to grab her a glass of water and Angie took it with her hands shaking. Jon took advantage of the fact her hands were busy, in order to feel his sister’s forehead. 

Surprisingly, she didn’t flinch or pull back at the sudden touch, leaning completely on it. She was really warm.

“Not a high fever, but a fever,” he pulled back after a second, as Angie gulped down the water and hung over the toilet once more, letting out a sickly burp, “you’ll be okay on your own for a second?”

“Uh-hu,” she nodded, gagging but not bringing up anything. Jonah rushed out before his stomach decided to join the party as well. 

He put together a little nest in the living room, grabbing her a set of blankets and a pillow, a bowl, meds, water and thermometer. After a couple minutes he heard the bathroom flush and the tap running, Angelina brushing her teeth, then she stumbled in the living room. 

“Come lie down,” he pulled her to the couch, unsure of what she liked when sick. To be left alone or dotted on? So far the dotting was proving successful, but Jon was scared at any minute she’d snap at him. Or worse, cry. 

Instead of doing either, Angelina curled up on the little nest he had created for her, tugging on his arm so he’d sit alongside her and then scooting up, resting her pillow half on his leg, “I feel horrible, Jon…”

“I’m sorry, darling,” the nickname slipped out, as he stroked her hair back and Jonah froze for a second, but Angie didn’t seem bothered in the least. In fact, she cuddled up even more, turning on her side and shivering, “I need to take your temperature,” he said, leaning to grab the thermometer and passing it to her. 

He was genuinely surprised by how easy of a patient Angie was, after dealing with Leo and their friends for years now. They were a crew of stubborn people, while his baby sister seemed to be the most docile person ever.

She took the thermometer without complaining and didn’t whine when he fed her medicine, barely paid any attention to the television, seeming content just cuddling and shivering like hell, no matter how many blankets she had. 

“Jon,” Leo woke him up, pressing a kiss to his temple, and Jonah realized he had drifted back to sleep with Angie’s head resting on his lap. It was hard not to feel sleepy when she was a little furnace, “you okay?”

“Uhm?” he rubbed his eyes and frowned. Leo was almost finished dressing for the day, which meant it was nearly 9 already. His tie wasn’t done and Leo was holding a coffee mug. 

“What happened…?” Leo gestured to their current situation and Jonah darted out a hand, so his fiance could help him slip from under Angie without waking her up. The young girl only stirred, grimacing and curling up even more. 

“Woke up with her throwing up at 6 AM,” Jonah whispered, following Leo to the kitchen and sitting by the counter, while the blonde got the coffee maker working, “I’m gonna have to call in sick at work.”

He wasn’t happy about that, Jon was on a quest to not miss any more work days, since he’d take the month off for honeymoon, probably at the end of the year or as soon as they stopped to settle on a bloody date. 

“I’ll do it for you,” Leo planted a mug of coffee in front of him, squeezing Jonah’s shoulder, “should I worry?”

“No,” Jonah yawned, leaning to rest his head on Leo’s shoulder, “she’s alright, it’s just a 24 hour bug.”

“I don’t like this,” Leo sighed, “I’m going to be offline all day, I have no way of knowing-”

“I’m the doctor,” Jonah said smugly, grabbing the blonde’s chin, “I can handle one sick teenager. Relax.”

“Look who’s talking,” Leo smiled at him, rolling his eyes, “text me updates anyway, alright?”

“Yes, sir,” Jon’s tone was sassy, but he meant it. He yawned in his fist, pulling Leo closer by his tie and starting to do the knot for him, “you’re gonna be back for dinner?”

“I’ll try to,” Leo wrinkled his nose, “but I doubt. You think she’d like balloons? Popsicles?” 

“She’s seventeen, not five,” Jonah snorted, lifting himself up on his seat enough to kiss him, “bring us something yummy for dessert.”

Once Leo had left, promising he’d not forget to call the hospital to let them know of Jonah's absence, Jon had nothing but time to dedicate to his sister. It was so weird.

He took a shower to get ready for the day and fixed her up with some soup — well, ordered some soup —, then crouched down in front of the couch, pushing a curl away from her forehead, “Angie. Ange,” he shook her gently, “Angelina.”

“Uhhm?” She still had a fever, he could tell. The previous round of meds had lowered it, but not eradicated it, “what time is it?”

“Almost eleven,” he helped her sit up, “how’s your tum- stomach?” he was going to kill Leo.

Angie frowned, yawning, “sore. Kinda queasy,” she blushed, “did you say tummy?”

“No,” Jonah scoffed, sitting on the foot of the couch, “I got you some soup, think you can handle it?”

She hesitated, before nodding. Jonah eagerly shot up, he hadn’t been expecting a positive answer, and put everything on a tray, the soup, bread, some water and juice because he didn’t know what she preferred…

“I’m sorry, I don’t know your favorite flavor, so I just ordered mine,” Jon grimaced, settling the tray down on Angie’s lap. 

She squinted at it, “is it pumpkin?” 

“Yeah, and some chia seeds,” Jonah looked away, “Leo hates it, so we have plain tomato soup if you do too-”

“No,” Angelina shook her head, “I like it. My favorite is onion cream, just so you know,” she curled up her feet, in an invitation for him to sit closer and stirred the warm meal, “but I don’t think I could handle it right now.”

“I don’t think so either,” Jonah mentally stashed the information in his growing file of facts about his sister. So far he knew she really loved anything artsy, that she was attracted to Wendy’s colorful clothes and style like a butterfly to a flower, that she adored cats and that she got quiet and withdrawn when sick, “uh- Do you like popsicles…?”

Angie giggled, rolling her eyes, “doesn’t everyone?”

Well shit, he’d have to apologize to Leo.

“I don’t,” Jon shrugged and she frowned, starting to eat very slowly. 

“Are you a robot?” Angelina inspected him up and down, “no type of popsicles?”

“I’m partial to gelato,” Jon shrugged, “or frozen yogurt.”

She shook her head in a tired manner, reaching for the juice instead of the water, “you’re so very weird, Jon…” then she frowned, blinking slowly as if trying to process some information, “don’t you have work today?”

Originally, Angie had planned to visit the museums and the university, that was the guise behind her visit. At least to Jonah it was, he was pretty sure she had openly told Leo she just wanted to visit them. 

“I called in sick,” Jon pointed at her bowl, “staying down?”

“Yeah,” she yawned, “but it’s a lot.”

“You don’t have to eat all of it. Get as much as you want, then we can watch something or you can go back to sleep-”

“Can we go out to the park? With JD?”

He paused, “aren’t you sick?”

“I’m not dying,” Angie pouted, “and I already won’t be able to do everything I had planned so…”

“Yeah, uh- Sure. I don’t know where Leo keeps her leash, he’s the one who walks her, I just- I have to look…” He felt so incredibly out of place, “yeah, lemme go look-”

JD let out an indignant meow at being trapped in her leash and swatted at his hand with all little kitty force, trying to draw blood. Jonah sighed, scratching the kitten behind her ears, “I’m sorry, but you’re gonna take one for the team and be a good kitty.”

The cat didn't feel like being nice and once they got outside, walking to one of the benches since Angie got breathless not even five minutes after they left, JD simply crawled up Jon’s lap and tried to hide in his coat. 

“She’s not outdoorsy at all, is she?” Angie grinned, leaning on his shoulder and trying to pet the animal, JD pointedly ignoring her. Jonah shrugged, leaning back and enjoying the fresh air. 

“She’s a bit of a prick just like me,” he answered truthfully, hissing as he felt JD’s claws sink through his sweater, “she’ll get used to you.”

“I hope so,” Angie sighed, leaning against his side and resting her face on his shoulder, uninvited. She was so… Tactile. Clingy, even. Jonah pressed his cheek to the top of her head, “I hope she’ll grow to love having me around.”

He had the distinct feeling she was no longer talking about the cat. Jonah rolled his eyes, kissing the top of Angie’s head, “I’m certain she will, darling.”

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Right Answer Wrong Question

Based on my post and @grimdarling69 add on

Danny crash lands on Earth with five children. from a few months old to toddler age.  The Justice League picks them up and does some basics trying to figure out who this is and if they're from that universe.

They find out that this is an alternate version of Jon Kent. Danny is in and out of Consciousness for a long time and the only people who can explain what happened are children, only one of whom is able to understand their questions.

on Danny's side of things he was thrown into the DC Universe after Vlad went crazy. Vlad was on a Redemption path for a long time after Dani and Dan destabilized a lot. he was paying child support and was allowed to visit.

He was doing well for about a year and a half until the Fenton parents got caught up in it and attack leading to them dying not by a ghost hand but by the GIW.

leading to Vlad going crazy he ended up falling back into old habits and taking Danny. he's obsession to not be the only halfa leading to him making more clones again. it gets to the point where he is no longer safe and team phantom teams up to send Danny away from Vlad where he cannot get him.

On the Justice League side he is an alternate of Jon but the thing that really sets them off is that Dante (dan) is Kon's alternate causing them to run some tests. With Danny passed out they are turning to the kids for information.

they are trying to figure out if Dante is also a clone but Dante mentions being in his mom's tummy.( Danny incubated Dan only for about 3 months due to his disconnect from their timeline causing problems) this of course causes many misunderstandings and when Danny wakes up he only makes it worse.

Some of these misunderstandings being Danny locked up for a lot longer than he actually was. He was locked up for 5 months but they think he's been locked up for at least 5 years due to the ages of the kids. Danny gave birth to all of the children. Both of Danny's parents have been dead for longer than they have due to how long he's been locked up and more. 

Clones:

Dan/dante-4

Dani/stella-3

Atlas-1 ½ 

Orin and Leo- 5 months

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Hello!! This is a future, Leosagi, Western/Cowboy ROTTMNT au that takes place in Montana, USA. Loosely based on the song linked above. It is a fic on AO3 that is updated every Sunday night CST. Occasionally I will upload early :)

SYNOPSIS:

Yuichi Usagi, former samurai, recently relocated to Montana from the headache that was New York, looking for a fresh start. The clear skies and mountain air provides a lot of calm—and new opportunities, he discovers when he meets four turtle brothers down the street from his farm, each with their own captivating personality and kind souls. One in particular has started to make his heart pound a little faster, and yet he can’t shake this strange feeling that he knows him from somewhere…

Leonardo Hamato has lived in the same rural community almost his entire life. His family packed up and left the city when he was seventeen, and there isn’t much he remembers from the months leading up to their move. One thing he does know is that this handsome stranger is about to make his life much more interesting.

Donatello Hamato has been described as a gunslinger, a vigilante, a cold force of unstoppable nature. That’s certainly what he looks like to Yuichi, and the rabbit yokai can’t explain the man’s unwelcoming attitude towards him. But as Donnie begins to block him out of Leo’s life, taking down old pictures from the wall, silently conveying that some things are best stayed buried, well… something is definitely wrong here.

CHARACTER REF SHEETS:

Yuichi

Leo

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

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#Head Over Boots, mostly where I draw, write, and reblog other people’s cowboys :))

2058 (CW: death)

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more updates to this post to come! if you’re reading the fic, thank you sooo much!!

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Heyoooo, I'm not sure who you would write for the most but I'm interested in little sibling head cannons(as in reader is Thier little sister/brother/siblings)with the Toyko debunkers cast. I wanna do Jin, Sho and Alan the most. But Lucas and Rui would be the most interesting considering what's going on with them. If you do more the rest is up to you ❤️ thanks a bunch - 😼anon

Siblings Dynamics

Jin:

Jin has a younger sister that came to Darkwick in his 3rd year. His sister is known to be a lot like their mother. Who has sadly passed away. The passing took a toll on both of them. Jon doesn’t look like it, but he cares a lot for his own sister. Secretly Jin told Tohma to watch over her and assist her if needed. He also told Luca and Kaito to be her friends and make sure that her wellbeing is taken care of. Luca and Kaito were already her friends, but now they took it more seriously. One being knightly and the other scared to death about Jin’s wrath, if anything goes wrong.

Jin's sister is complete opposite of him. A air head, adorable, a bit reckless, but in some ways. They are almost the same. Both are kind, loyal, and thoughtful. His sister tends to light up the room with her smile and it attracts a lot of attention. Since she’s a bit of an air head. It leave her with a bit of trouble. Some of the students in Frostheim, might try to gain favors with being her “friend.” Tohma have often stepped in as an interference. Tohma would remind her about being careful with being too trusting. Kaito and Luca tried their hardest to make sure they look after her and keep her out of trouble. Kaito ego expands and Luca still remains the same. Though all of them as a trio makes anything an adventure. Jin’s sister would often play outside with them and Jin as well as Tohma would watch from his room. It makes him happy that there’s a smile on her face after loses they have suffered.

Sho:

Sho has a younger brother. A brother that looks up to him a lot. Maybe more so than with the oldest who happens to be a professor at the school. Sho’s brother wants to have fun and still be respectful. He really wants to be like Sho. Might not be a fully good idea considering who Sho hangs out with. Leo has often teased Sho’s little brother for trying to hard. Sho never liked that and told him to cut it out. Which Leo rolls his eyes and scoffs. When at home, Sho would cook and clean. His brother would often help out when given the chance. After his brother got a little older. Both took turns cooking when at home. Both would also separate the chores around the house. They have a close bond and even look after one another. Though Sho isn’t too sure that he’s a good role model. Often told his brother that he shouldn’t follow his lead. Instead, he should be his own person and try to be a better man than him. This makes Sho’s brother admire him even more.

Both have some similarities as well. I think most siblings do. Sho’s brother is more on the quiet side as well as a respectful person. Even though he’s quiet and respectful. He doesn’t like confrontation that much either. Maybe a bit of the scaredy cat. But tries his hardest to face his fears. Doesn’t like Leo that much, hates the fact that Leo places blames on his brother as well as throwing Sho under the bus for his own gains. It often makes him made that a “friend” would do that to his older brother. Yet never had much of a back bone to stand up to Leo. Not yet at least. Sho’s brother would often work out and exercises when given the chance. He’s actually a bit more buffy than his own brothers. But under those muscles. Is a adorable sweetheart of a brother.

Alan:

Alan has a younger sister. Super protective of her and often checks up on her. A total worrywart. Luckily for him, his sister isn’t in the same dorm as him. She was in Jabberwock, tending the animals with Haru and flowers with Towa. She would also play games with Ren too. It’s a simi safe place. Better than Vagastrom dorm, that her brother is in. She would often come over to talk to him when she had time. The students in the dorm didn’t know that she was Alan’s sister. She was being hit on and when she told them that she wasn’t interested. This cause a bit of a problem. Alan steps in and saves her. Telling them that she was his younger sister and they are to NOT cause her any problems or touch her.

His sister is a sweet heart, with a quiet voice. Which is why Alan is extremely protective. He would often teach her how to protect herself and what to do in a dangerous situation. He would make her repeat what he had told her over and over. Just to make sure it sticks. He would also tell her to not be afraid of hurting any attackers. Fully trust Sho to be around her. Not so much with Leo. It’ll probably take some time. Leo would often tease her to make her blush and Sho would tell him to knock it off. She has started to really like Sho, but isn’t sure if it’s more than friends or just some deep admiration. Alan would not noticed.

Luca:

I can see him with a sister. He already have a twin brother. Luca is also extremely protective. They lost their brother, and he isn’t risking losing another sibling. He would often ask if she is okay. This makes her feel a bit suffocated. Though she understands why, she would often reassure him that if anything happens. He’ll be the first to know about it. Both are loving towards one another. They would look out for each other, take care if one got hurt, one got sick, didn’t eat yet, and etc. They don’t hang out much but they do text constantly.

She’s a bit like him. She thinks about others, loyal, and kind. She’s a bit of a lone wolf though. She doesn’t have many friends and often spends her time drawing or listening to music. That or she goes on a walk around the campus when she’s bored. She has met Kaito, thinks he’s a coward. When Luca got into a fight with Sho. She was worried, she asked him if he had any injuries, luckily he didn’t. Luca’s sister knows about his habit of losing sight of his perspectives. Often when they were little and mean kids picked on her. Luca and his twin would fight them. She loves her brother(s), is often concerned about his obviousness to read the room and his recklessness. She hopes that in the end. They can find their brother and go home.

Rui:

Rui has a younger brother and sister. They are twins! Both of them have the same hair color and eyes as him. The boy twin is more quiet and calm. The twin sister is rowdy and loud. Rui often had a hard time getting the younger sister to calm down and go to sleep when they were smaller. Nothing has changed all that much. Rui would still make their food, pack their lunches, checks up on them, and act motherly towards them. If they got into trouble for pulling pranks again. The school would call for Rui. Poor Rui. After the meeting with the school staff and the twins. Rui would scold them again.

When they had heard about their brother being cursed. This broke their hearts. They loved hugging him when they were younger and they still would if they can do it now. They can’t touch him now due to the curse… Rui still cheers them up by inviting them to play card games or video games with him at his dorm. When they get there, they see their brother overworked. So they chipped in to help. They wanted to make things easier for their big brother since he does a lot. Not only for them, but his dorm mates, friends, and classmates. Rui feels extremely happy to have them here. It’s not the best situation, but it does make it easier on him on some cases. Once his curse is broken. He’s definitely giving them a huge hug.

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[Unedited] Author’s note: this took me a bit because I burnt myself out with the last request and then I got sick. I’m feeling better. I will get to the other request as soon as I can. Thank you all for your patience with me💙

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any maxy + gp or lando + jon/will or charles + andrea crumbs??

Max + GP

It’s post Singapore ‘23, Max is alright. GP knows, but he is a little deflated. A drop is imminent and Daniel’s stuck on all sorts of data duties, still not back in the car.

The call if he could keep an eye on Max had been expected and accepted without a fuss. Max is already pouting when they step out of the elevator and make their way to Max’s hotelroom.

GP takes a quick look around before he’s intertwining his fingers with Max’s, pulling him along. “Let’s go, buddy.”

“When’s Daddy coming?” Max asks, following GP with a slight resistance in his step.

It’s an expected question, GP knows where he ranks on Max’s favorites list and while he’s proud to know he’s high up there, there’s no shame in admitting Daniel’s #1 stop is out of reach.

“He’ll get here as soon as he’s able, alright? It might be a while.”

It pulls a whine out of the younger and GP quickly swipes the room card to the door so they can have their privacy.

Luckily Max accepts his shower without a fuss, and GP feeds an overly tired Max little bites of his room service meal.

Max is determined to stay awake, eventually gives in to a cuddle when GP promises to wake him up when Daniel gets here.

Daniel gets there late, GP’s watching some B-list moved with dimmed audio while his hand places absentmindedly with little strands of Max’s hair while the younger’s face is pressed into his thigh, body stretched out onto the couch, thumb barely in his mouth still, Leo sat on GP’s other thigh where Max had put him.

Daniel coos, and it pulls a smile from GP who stills his hand.

“How’s he?” Daniel asks, kicking off his shoes.

“Ok.” GP nods, attention back on the boy. “He’s been a good boy, wanted to stay up for you. Eventually settled on being woken up once you got here.”

Daniel grimaces a little. “Let’s pray he goes back to sleep after.”

“He probably will, today was a lot. Think he just wanted a cuddle from you.”

“Well I’m not one to deny.” Daniel replies, moving over to the couch and gently crouching down, brushing his hand over Max’s exposed cheek. “Muffin,” Daniel breathes. “Daddy’s home.”

Lando + Jon

Jon’s bad at the discipline part, even though he’s seen Carlos steer Lando into a corner more than a handful of times, he’s too sensitive to the puppy dog eyes and crocodile tears, even with Lando being the menace that he is today.

Bribes, he’s good at bribes though.

“Lando,” Jon says, trying not to sound exasperated after trying to get Lando to do this one exercise for over 10 minutes now. “If we get the workout done before 3, I’ll take you to get a frozen yogurt instead of you having to eat your smoothie bowl.”

It gets Lando up and going easy enough, and with slightly threatening reminders of said frozen yogurt they get done what they need to do.

“Shower, then a treat.” Jon says, watching Lando scurry off into the gym showers and appear again in record time.

When he’s handing Lando back to Carlos at the end of the day the younger starts babbling about his froyo immediately.

Carlos smiles. “Were you such a good boy that you got a treat?”

“No,” Lando says, “Only a little bit.”

Jon bites his lip, at least Lando’s honest, but the look Carlos gives him shows he knows exactly what has happened and Jon squirms like he might be the one in trouble with Carlos now.

“You know I can’t help it.” Jon rushes to defend himself, taking a step back out of reach just in case with an apologetic smile.

Carlos sighs, ushers Lando towards Jon. “Did you say thank you?”

Jon gets a hug instead.

Charles + Andrea

Andrea has been around Charles for forever, it feels like, he knows the boy inside out. Knows about what helps him relax, be a better driver, even if he’s usually not too involved in that.

Usually.

“Hi.” Carlos says when Andrea opens the door to his hotel room, Charles in partially hidden behind Carlos, his cheeks vibrantly pink, eyes tired and a little wet.

“You know I don’t ask often,” Carlos continues. “But could you put him down for a nap? He’s exhausted, I have a meeting I can’t take him too. I couldn’t reach anyone else.”

Charles whines from behind Carlos, buries his face into Carlos’ side and only now does Andrea realize that Charles is clutching Carlos’ hand, the other one clutches a soft looking elephant attached to a small blanket.

“Of course,” Andrea says immediately, steps out of the doorframe to let them both in. He figures he knows what this meeting is about if Charles can’t come with, not anything Ferrari which is a sensitive subject still and explains the wetness in Charles’ eyes.

Carlos steps inside, takes Charles with him and then gently tries to move the younger out of hiding, facing him.

“Cuoricino,” Carlos says, brushing his thumb over Charles cheek. “Be a good boy for Andrea, ok? Have a nice nap? I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“No.” Charles pouts, scowl on his pretty face while he sucks in a breath.

Carlos sighs, gives Andrea a look before turning back to Charles. “Charlie,” he starts, “if you sleep time will go a lot quicker, no?”

Charles seems to contemplate that but doesn’t answer, pout growing as his eyes grow wetter.

Andrea moves over into their space, keeps his voice nice and calm. “We have a bit of a cuddle first, hm?” He says, and opens his arms a bit.

Charles is rarely one to deny a cuddle, and an emotional overly tired Charles does not deny one at all, stumbling into Andrea’s embrace with a shaky sigh. “Bravo, Tesoro.” Andrea hums, wrapping Charles up. “Can we say bye to Carlos?”

It’s best to move that part quickly, both Carlos and Andrea know so Carlos moves over to press to quick kisses to Charles’s head. Murmurs his i love you’s before quickly going out the door. “Grazie, Andrea.”

Andrea waves him off, gently maneuvers both him and Charles towards the couch ones the door closes and encourages Charles to get comfortable, watches him bring his thumb up to his mouth while the pout disappears, little blanket twisted around his fingers to brush at his face.

“Dormire.” Andrea says.

[istumpysk]

I came across an anon of yours saying that ashford theory has been 'debunked' because they and a lot of other people believe george created Harry Hardyng as replacement of Robert Arryn for scrapping the five year gap.

First of all, I would want to know what purpose only Harry could achieve in Sansa's story that Robert couldn't because of younger age, that George felt the need to create a considerably older suitor? I understand all the bnfs get boners at the idea of Sansa getting married to Harry and staying in the Vale forever, but again the same could've been achieved with Robert too. Its not like Tommen isn't his age and not married to Margaery. In actuality, normal people know Harry is dying because of 1) the Young moniker and 2) Sansa's wish of him falling, and again Robert could've died in his place easily too, to 'free' Sansa.

And if the purpose of his creation in event of not following the five year plan, wasn't an older betrothed/husband for Sansa, what was it?

Problem with the fandom is that they put too much emphasis and focus on things we know nothing about. Like when or how George decided to scrap the five year gap plan. Its pure speculation that it was between 2000 and 2005. And it is even more speculation that he had no plans to introduce Harry Hardyng before scrapping it, or that he was a last resort (which as I showed, there was no need of, as Robert, even five years younger, fulfills those purposes). Its the same with the original outline.

And there is too little focus on the actual canon, which is that Hardyng is a minor house with no other mention except in the Hedge Knight. Even if George DID create someone last minute, it is TOO much of a coincidence it just happened to be a Hardyng and that Sansa wishes for him to have an accident with his horse in the tourney like Humfrey (his counterpart) did in the Ashford tourney. In her latest chapter in 2015. Even if he did not intend it to be intentional, he sure seems to be retconning it. This is not even considering that all the other champions also share parallels with their Ashford counterparts:

Lyonel=Lion=Joffrey; Baratheon and Lannister champions defeat the maiden's brothers; Willas Tyrell is straight up called another Leo Tyrell; Valarr's father was named after Baelor the Blessed=Rhaegar was called another Baelor the Blessed. He himself is called a black prince with a white guardian=Jon.

George must be blind if he did not see any of this while writing it because one or two names similar, I can accept as coincidences, but ALL the champions have parallels with Sansa's suitors.

Well said, anon.

Let's address this head-on: the biggest problem with the Ashford theory is that the first person to discover it made a mess of it. Now, they wander the internet, asserting authority and attempting to undermine it, simply because they disagree with its clear conclusion.

The theory was so thoroughly botched that people think it can easily be tossed aside due to a technicality involving Robert Arryn or the tournament's disruption. As if that could ever be enough to dismiss the abundance of other similarities, many of which they're not even aware of.

Can you imagine the fandom insisting on any other theory being this airtight?

[castlebyersafterdark]

you not being alone in your unrestrained appreciation of this man:

https://www.tumblr.com/henbeaka/754216657617092608/we-are-all-will-byers-internally?source=share

if will doesnt draw mike laid out with nothing on sometime somewhere in his life, it will be a goddamn tragedy (has titanic really ruined this trope by making it a joke? doesnt matter cos titanic wont be out until 97 and are byler even going to see it at the movies? hmmm im not sure. maybe will sneaks away to see it cos mike scorns, or drags him along and mike is mortified by how much he liked it

i mean they are both swooning at leo di caprio, let's not lie to ourselves)

even funnier possibility: will steals jon's camera to take saucy pics of mike but forgets to figure out developing them, then jon develops the print and his eyes are burned from his skull (phoebe from friends voice ''ahhhhh my eyes! my eyes!'')

Are you kidding me? Absolutely. I'd say getting to draw Mike in all his naked glory is one of Will's top fantasies. Our soulful little artist. He'd have dreamt of this, years of watching Mike and sketching him. Quick little studies of his profile when they're hanging out and his sketchbook is present. And then there are the secret, indulgent drawings that he feels somewhat ashamed about, in his private sketchbook hidden in a tear in his mattress he'd cut years ago. But they get together and grow comfortable with each other. Will draws Mike. A lot. But now Mike sits for him, poses under Will's instruction. Mike, who can't sit still, but can sit still for Will. It's an excuse to stare at him.

One day Will shyly asks Mike to take his shirt off as he draws. He just wants to practice on anatomy, he swears is his excuse. Sure. Mike doesn't let that comment slide 🤭 But Will sketches him, both are blushing all the while. The art sessions get bolder. Instead of the chair, Mike lounges on the bed. Ditches his shirt automatically. Will almost can't get the words out when he asks him to take off his pants the next time. And another time - everything. It's vulnerable. Tense. Intimate, to be completely exposed under an artist's gaze. Eyes roving over all that beautiful, pale skin and the dark curls all over his chest and lower. Putting pencil to paper to capture and draw the most intimate parts of his lover. Mike's confidence grows over time when he looks at Will's drawings, sees how Will truly views him.

Will doesn't lie. And neither does his art.

Flash forward, and it's the late 90s, and our boys are cinephiles for sure. They love living in the big city, having access to so many more films. So much never reached their small town. Titanic would have reached them, though. Anywhere. It may not have been their top pick of the year, but it's a pop culture moment and they relent and grab some tickets to check out the hype. The movie is breaking countless records and reviews say that it is a technical marvel in film-making. Mike has a secret guilty pleasure for romcoms (if it's heavy on the com! he insists. Will lets him believe that's the whole truth) and he's willing to branch out from sheer curiosity, while Will does love a historical drama, heavy emphasis on the drama. If it ends up cheesy or boring, the two of them always have fun sharing mocking commentary whispered in each other's ear. So, they're both a little shocked to find themselves swept up in the sincere romance portion of the movie, and both keep looking at each other with eyes that just say everything, smirking about their new mutual crush on mister Leo. What a cutie. And then - the draw me like one of your French girls scene. Mike squeaks a laugh during that scene and claps a hand over his mouth as he giggles out of his control and Will whips his head to stare at him. They know. They fucking know what they are. How many times have they done this? Mike, laid out and posed on the bed as Will traces soft graphite across paper as his eyes trace the sharp angles and lines of Mike's body. It's a random Wednesday and they're at a theater in Chelsea, one of their favorites. They don't have to worry as much there, and have been holding hands since they took their seats. Mike pulls the ultimate date-move and stretches, and his arm re-positons across Will's shoulders. He pulls him close and leans over to place a kiss to his neck just as Rose is retying her robe and admiring Jack's sketch. "When we get home, will you draw me like--" and he doesn't get to finish as Will cuts him off with a kiss and the world's fondest eye roll.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Now I’m just having more Party au thoughts 🙈

How would Party au Lando handle this F1 season? All the highs and the lows and the expectations and pressure of finally having a good car. Finally winning in Miami and the celebrations afterwards. The contact with Max in Austria and anger afterwards followed by the fear of losing that friendship. The disappointment of losing Silverstone when he was so close and blaming himself. Daniel’s season not being great and the threat of him not being on the grid anymore and being close every weekend to support Lando…

Anon, you and me both right now! I actually just a message to Birb with a whole idea for a little Party au drabble/prompt based on this past weekend.....

I may also be thinking about Koa meeting Leo and Roscoe 👀

This season would definetly be stressful for both Lando and Daniel in different ways.

Lando might have the pressure of his first win off his shoulders but he also now has the pressure of being in a top car and being able to fight for wins. People have turned from talking about him having no wins to fixating on every little mistake, talking about him as if he will never win again, a one hit wonder, and Lando, at first, adjusts to the pressure saying he has already proven himself. He does go back to having a meeting every two weeks with his therapist instead of the monthly meeting that they've dropped down to, and that helps.

It's the triple header that has him really struggling because he catches that cough that won't go away. He's sick and he's tired. He's trying to be the partner Daniel needs and encouraging Daniel to keep up with his own therapist, and being a comfort to him but by the end of Austria Lando is struggling. A lot of what he said in the media came from him worrying about Max and their friendship but also Max's sobriety and his own because for the first time in about a year, Lando want's to drink. He wants to leave the paddock and go buy a bottle of vodka and sit in the dark and drink and that scares him so he's just a bit of a wreck, Luckily, he flies home with Alex and Daniel, and they help distract him and Lando goes straight to a meeting the next day and meets up with his sponsor and does what he can to stop a relapse, and he tells Daniel that he scared himself.

Silverstone is the nail in the coffin and Lando is just really struggling but he isn't hiding it. He's honest with his friends and Daniel, with his sponsor and therapist, with Jon. He doesn't try to go it alone and that is what saves him from a possible relapse.

Daniel is also struggling throughout all this with negative thoughts and the media speaking shit about him. He knows he might lose his seat. He knows the car isn't the best and that he's struggling to prove being on the grid when RB have drivers waiting in the wings to be called up so he's trying to fight for his seat and to stay on the grid. Mentally, it's draining, and it only gets worse when he sees Lando going into the triple header looking like he's struggling because he's always worried about Lando in the same way Lando worries about Daniel.

Before that, he was able to be there to support Daniel and his worries about his season, but after the triple header both of them are a little raw and know they need to be there for each other without hurting themselves in the process. Luckily, they have a great couples therapist that they see every so often to help them navigate things like this so they know how to support each other without sacrificing their own needs. They spend a lot of time just comforting each other physically rather than verbally. Lots of soft touches and hugs, lots of cuddles and sweet kisses, hands on shoulder/thighs/backs, just being present for the other to lean on. They do talk as well but they find the physical comfort helps them both.

They spend most of the break between Silverstone and Hungary just hiding away together. Just taking time to heal, to get their heads right and reconnect with each other and disconect with the world for a bit until they're both feeling better.

It's still a struggle, but they have each other's backs and they work together to make sure they're both okay

[kellyvela]

Have you read or watched War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy? I was reading the summary and it's main leads romance sounds like Jonsa.

The Book is setup during Napoleon War era. The female lead Natasha is romantic while the hero Pierre is bastard born child of a Count. Pierre was legitimatise by his father on his deathbed. Also Pierre was friends to Natasha brother Nicholas. Pierre also hero worship Napoleon but slowly he found out what a tyrant he was. Also like Natasha, he was romantic at heart. Natasha was also betrayed by one of her lover though Pierre threatened the same lover to leave her alone as the lover was already married.

Seems like a quite Jonsa au.

Hello Anon,

I can see Sansa in Natasha A LOT; Jon in Pierre not so much, at least not directly, but I can see wider similarities, like the ones you mentioned, and now I can't unsee them 👀

Thanks for your message :)

[tbtgtr-incorrectquotes]

Daughter of Daeron:

Aegon: Well, the little priss has been married to thaf Tyrell for a year now, how is their marriage going? Miserable?

Master of Whispers: Well, for the contrary, according to my reports.

MoW: Lord Leo seeks the Princess's company often, and has given her a lot of power in the Reach.

MoW: We all heard that he commissioned a new stained glass window for the Great Sept in Oldtown after Princess Naerys gave birth to her twins.

Aegon:

Aegon: Get out! You never bring me what I want to hear!

Jon Hightower: I told you it was a bad idea. Do you ever listen to me? Aegon: No that's the whole point of you! Send her a bastard, see how she enjoys putting up with one of those little shits. Missy's girls, yes, send her those.

[sorchathered]

Music tag

Thank you @bobgasm for tagging me, this was fun! ♥️

"You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your iPod, phone, iTunes, media player etc and write down the first 20 songs. Then pass this on to 10 people. One rule: NO SKIPPING."

1. Work song- Hozier

2. Get over it- ok go

3. Tiger Mountain Peasant Song- Fleet Foxes

4. LSF- Kasabian

5. Foundations- Kate Nash

6. Something to talk about- Bonnie raidt

7. Maroon- Taylor Swift

8. Where did the Party go- Fall out Boy

9. Real love baby- Father John Misty

10. Gang related- Logic

11. Sinister Kid- the black keys

12. Boogie Shoes- Kc and the sunshine band

13. You make me feel like dancing- Leo sayer

14. Perfect- one direction

15. Scary- Meg the Stallion

16. Let’s be still- the head and the heart

17. The summoning- sleep token

18. The chain- Fleetwood Mac

19. Lovefool- the cardigans

20. Heartache on the dance floor- Jon Pardi

Tagging-

@mamachasesmayhem @pinkdaisies1106 @floydsglasses @roosterforme @angelbabyyy99 @yanna-banana

[bellysoupset]

Vince was not feeling well.

Which was saying something considering he hadn't been feeling well since November last year.

The talk with Wendy had helped, a lot, the knot that had permanently tied in his throat. Knowing they weren't over had him nearly dizzy with relief, even if he was very aware that it wouldn't be easy to have a relationship when they were 4 hours apart.

But there was more. There were his friends still... With whom he hadn't spoken. Well, everyone safe for Leo, who had texted him over Christmas break and hadn't stopped.

"I don't want you unhappy," had been Leo's simplistic answer when Vince met up with him that morning and asked why he was being so cool about the entire situation. Jonah hadn't spoken with him in a while and Vin wasn't sure if he was being ignored or if it was just Jon's regular sullen silences.

He was absolutely certain that Luke was ignoring him and that was more than partially to blame for the queasy sensation that spread all over his body.

"It seems like you're the only one," Vince scoffed, pushing the french fry around with viciousness and glaring at it. He couldn't fathom eating it, with how unsettled his stomach felt.

Leo let out a sigh, "that's not true, Vin." He was sitting back against Fredo's leather seats, finishing off his own burger, "Luke's a wreck, you two should really talk."

"Nothing to talk about," Vince grumbled, trying not to meet Leo's eyes and failing miserably when the blonde glared at him.

"Vince."

"He's just making everything worse," Vince groaned, wincing as his stomach cramped painfully, "it's hard enough leaving and it's hard enough that I'm gonna be four hours apart from my girlfriend and Luke- Luke's fucking everything up."

Leo raised his eyebrows, judgement rolling off of him and Vince ducked his head, muffling a burp against his fist. There was a burning in his chest that nothing could soothe.

"Vince."

"Stop looking at me like that."

"You say you wanna go, but I've never seen you look more miserable," Leo pointed out, his voice gentle, but firm, "look at me, Vin."

He did and immediately grimaced. There was nothing but support and concern in Leo's face, which Vince quickly found that he did not want. He much rather be yelled at, as he was sure Jonah or Bell would have.

"I'm okay."

"Bullshit," Leo sighed, rubbing his face, "don't lie to my face, okay? You're miserable."

Vince shrugged, "I will be okay... I got a job in Doverport."

Leo's eyebrows jumped up, "uhm... Congrats?" he said, unsure given the tone of the conversation, "what is it?"

"History teacher at the local public school," Vince picked at his nails, "I start in a week."

"That's great Vin! You've always wanted to teach..." Leo's voice trailed off and he let out a heavy sigh, "and you're not happy."

"What do you mean? Of course I a-"

"It wasn't a question," Leo twirled the coke in his cup with the metal straw, poking at the ice chips, "why are you moving if you don't want to?"

"I do want to," Vince sighed, giving up all pretense at trying to eat and his upbeat attitude, "I miss my parents, Leo. Which I know- Well, it's not something either of you guys is very familiar with, but I don't just love my family, okay? I like them. I genuinely enjoy spending time with them... And my parents are getting old and Sophia is leaving at the end of the year and I'll see her even less and Liv... I feel like I missed every single milestone? She's six, I- I came to college when I she had just learned to say my name..."

It was terrifying, to know he would be missing out on important memories with the ones he loved regardless of each town he picked.

"No, I get it," Leo nodded, then when Vin raised an eyebrow he rolled his eyes, "okay, fine, I don't get it. Not for a second, this is completely out of my reality... But I saw Jon with Angie this Christmas and how heartbroken he was over them not being closer. I saw Luke with his dad and how Kit doesn't even know him... And I know I spent my whole childhood wishing I had something like that," he shrugged, "so yeah, I don't get it, but I do."

Vince nodded, forcefully swallowing against the knot in his throat, "yeah..." he swallowed again, feeling clammy and ill, "it just sucks, because it feels like I'm letting everyone down and-"

"You're not," Leo reached over the table, grabbing Vin's wrist, "look, it's not you leaving, it's how you did it. At least with Wendy it is."

"You don't know Wendy," Vince scoffed, wiping the sweat collecting over his lip, "she's- She's heartbroken and furious and it's my fault."

"I do know Wendy," Leo rolled his eyes, "she's petty as fuck and she's loyal and she's independent and you asked her to give up her life and move with you after you spent two months lying to her face and leading her on."

Vince's eyes widened and he shook his head, "I didn't lie, I just- What was there to tell if I hadn't made up my mind? Nothing."

"She's your girlfriend, of course you could've said something," Leo glared at him, "you think I'd be happy if Jonah just up and decided something after months of thinking it, when he never shared the plans with me? When I wasn't a part of the conversation?"

As if the realization suddenly hit him, Vince mouthed around nothing, confused, "I didn't... I didn't think of that."

Leo let out a little snort, before starting to drink his coke. He waited, patiently, as Vince came to terms with the new realization.

It took him a minute to put it into words, but he did it, crumpling forward and shielding his face with his hands, saying in a muffled voice, "I fucked up."

"You fucked up," Leo agreed, trying not to sound too harsh, "but she still took you back, so I'm gonna guess you didn't fuck up that badly."

"God knows why she did," Vince grumbled, removing a hand from his face and staring at the table, looking like he wanted to say something and failing.

Leo's winced in sympathy, "look, we love you, Vin. All of us. That's not gonna change, okay? They'll get over it."

"Yeah," his friend nodded, not looking like he believed it, "you should come visit..." he didn't raise his eyes from the table, "I'm really going to miss you, kid."

Leo's valiant smile and upbeat attitude wavered a little and he only nodded, not quite managing to fake it, "yeah, I'll miss you too..."

"I think we should get going, I still have to hit the road..." Vince cringed just at the thought. His father had let him borrow the car, so he could retrieve all the boxes from Wendy's apartment and the trunk and backseat were already loaded up.

He still had to swing by his girlfriend's apartment to get some stuff and to say goodbye... And his stomach was burning just thinking of it.

Everything felt horrible, from getting up to hugging Leo goodbye, to driving away and the prospect of the four hours long drive before him... And saying goodbye to Wendy...

Vince was so caught up in his own angst, that he completely missed the car parked next to Wendy's pink one. He had started to sweat back in the restaurant, clammy perspiration over saying goodbye to Leo, but that by now he knew was more than just that.

He felt downright woozy during the elevator ride, the small lunch he had been able to force down starting to flip in his stomach. Vince leaned against Wendy's red front door, resting his forehead on it and took a measured breath.

He just had to fake it for half an hour more. Just enough to kiss her goodbye and try not to start crying over it and then...

"And you think it's the meds?" Wendy's voice travelled through the door and Vince groaned, as he quickly realized she had company, Bella's voice answering.

"I hope it's just the meds... I'm scared, Wendy - Fuck that, I'm overwhelmed..."

"Of course you are, it's a lot to handle on your own, Bells..."

Vince turned the doorknob, deciding to make his presence known sooner rather than later. He was already in both women's shit list, the last thing he wanted was to be accused of eavesdropping on them.

As soon as he opened the door, the talking died down and both girls turned to face him. Bella was leaning against the dining table, while Wendy was on the opposite side, putting the decor back on top of the table after they had lunch.

He could still smell it in the air, raspberry pie and something else.

"Oh hey, you're back early!" Wendy's voice went up a note, all awkward in a way that wasn't like her at all. She glanced nervously at Bella, who had crossed her arms defensively and raised her eyebrows.

"Hi," Bell said coolly and Vin all but flinched at her tone.

He loved this girl like a sister and it was a slap to the face to be treated like that.

"Hi," Vince gripped the doorknob, "I'm on my way out," which was the wrong thing to say, because Bell let out an incredulous, bitter scoff, while Wendy promptly dropped the vase she was holding down on the table, looking spooked.

"Already? I thought you were only leaving tonight..." She looked all heartbroken, "I thought we'd have more time-"

"Don't let the door hit you on your way out," Bella said and Vince reeled at her tone, while Wendy's mouth hung open, her heart shaped face turning pink.

"That's fucking enough, Bell," she glared at the ginger, "you can be civilized or you can leave."

A horrible warmth spread all over Vince and he breathed in deeply through his nose. The floor seemed to be swimming, nausea clinging to the back of his throat.

"I'm not gonna coddle him just because-"

"This isn't about Vince and you know it, you're letting your feelings get in the way-"

"Yeah, damn right I am!" Bella exclaimed, her voice a note louder and Vince groaned, as it made his head pound.

He was going to be sick.

His mouth filled with saliva and he gulped down nervously, trying to think through the horrible fog. He could bolt for the bathroom, but that would get them questioning him, besides... He really didn't want to impose on Wendy, she was already being too understanding-

"Helloooo? I'm talking with you, jackass," Bella's voice cut through the haze and Vince struggled to focus on her. She had moved closer, while Wendy was hot on her heels, looking flustered and pissed off.

"You really should go now, Bella-"

"Fuck no, I won't, not until he looks at me-"

"Move," Vince groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and darting a hand forward. It touched Bell's wrist and he squeezed it as well, "Bella, get out of the way-"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Bella's voice suddenly was much louder, "let go off me-" the implication of her words was more nauseating than anything and Vince's stomach surged up in his throat... And he didn't have it in him to even fight it.

He bent in half, shoving Bella back to avoid getting her combat boots covered in sick and then lost his lunch on Wendy's foyer. All over his boots.

Vince swayed on the spot, a cramp hitting him fiercely and he would've crumpled down to his knees, wasn't it for Bella grabbing him suddenly.

"Vince?! Vin, what the fuck!?" Bella exclaimed right next to his ear, her voice strained by the effort of keeping him collapsing. He was far too big for her, if his knees fully gave in, he'd pull them both down, "what's wrong? Are you sick? Are you hurt?!"

All that anger gone in the flick of a wrist.

Vince let out a groan, squeezing his stomach. Everything felt horrible, his head felt completely disconnected from his body, his belly was sour and far from empty, churning up a storm and he was freezing...

"Aw honey," Wendy's voice, a balm to his nerves, made Vince open his eyes. A towel had already been draped over the puddle of sick and his girlfriend had wrapped her arm around his opposite side, helping Bella hold him up, "you're not well, I can feel the fever from here..."

"I'm g-" His throat constricted and Vince gulped down against the knot in there, "gon'besick..."

"Yeah, help us," Bella gasped, sounding worried and frustrated as they tried to move him to the bathroom. Without his help, not even in a pair they could do much.

Vince nodded, shivering violently and leaning on them, using all his force to move. He collapsed down on the bathroom floor, taking Bella with him since she was the one further inside.

There wasn't much time to think as he pushed the toilet lid up and tried, vaguely, not to cause a bigger mess. His stomach cramped again, squeezing, and Vince white knuckled the porcelain, heaving.

A hand cupped his forehead, supporting his heavy head and Vince leaned into the soft touch with a sob. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, flip flopping between the horrible sensation of his body and the confusion and hurt over the previous interaction.

"I'm-ssssorry..." Vince slurred, sounding and feeling drunk, trying to get rid of the line of thick spit dangling from his bottom lip.

"Shut up," Bella said quietly, dabbing his lip with a wad of toilet paper, "jesus, you're soaked..."

"Here," Wendy, crouching down next to them, planting a humid washcloth to the back of his neck. Vince let his eyes slip closed, immediately regretting it as in the darkness he could feel the room twirling around him-

"Arms up," Bella, grabbing his elbow, "c'mon, big guy, help me here."

"Whataare... What are you doing...?" Vince forced his eyes open and realized he was no longer slumped over the toilet, but propped against the cold wall of the bathroom. Wendy was standing near the sink, re-wetting the washcloth.

"You're boiling," Bell explained, all soft, "we need to get your temperature down."

He really didn't feel like he could trust her, not after all the yelling, not after she had been ignoring him... Besides, it was freezing.

"No, 'mnot..."

"Yes, you are, Vin," Bella pushed his damp hair back, looking terribly concerned, "this is going to help, okay?"

"Uhm-" he couldn't help but lean on her touch, letting his eyes close. Sure, he was hurt over Bell's words and she was pissed at him, but it was still Bella...

"Honey," Wendy, patting his cheek, "Vin, open your eyes... Vin..."

He tried to force them open, ready to cry over not being able to just fucking sleep. Being awake just meant feeling like he was about to spew the food he had eaten back in 8th grade, he'd much rather sleep-

"Vince," Wendy shook him a little harder and Vince opened his eyes. He was shirtless now, which was more than a little concerning. He didn't remember taking his shirt off.

Bella was perched on the bathtub, watching over them, and Wendy was crouched in front of him, cupping his face.

Vince's head swam as he tried to focus on his girlfriend. Wendy's eyes were the size of platters, all worried.

"Hi..."

"Hey," she forced a smile, stroking his cheek, "how are you feeling?"

"Like crap," Vince groaned and couldn't help a small smile as he heard Bella snort.

"Yeah?" Wendy rolled her eyes, "when did you start feeling sick, honey?"

"Uhm..." Vince winced as another cramp hit him and he curled up, sucking in the air. It took a second to breath through the hot, sharp pain and as soon as the iron grip in his inside eased, a new wave of nausea hit him. He was sweating, gulping nervously as his mouth watered and his tongue felt too big for his mouth, "don't feel good..."

"I know, sweetheart," Wendy smoothed his hair back, "I just need to know for how long this has been going on. Were you sick this morning?"

She sounded so... Calm. So gentle. Somewhere in the recess of his mind Vince knew this wasn't a good thing, that this was Wen using her doctor voice. The last thing he wanted was to be an even bigger bother-

Tears stung his eyes and Vince curled up even more, turning his head away from Wendy... His eyes paused on Bella and she looked horribly guilty. Twice as concerned. None of the calm that Wendy sported, panic was written all over her face.

"I'm so sorry," she said before Vince could say anything and a sob bubbled up, making his whole frame shake. Vince ducked his head, he didn't want to cry, but the fever was frying at his nerves and before he head any control over it, big fat tears started to run down his cheeks.

"Hey, hey..." Wendy whispered, moving up and wrapping her arms around him, pulling Vince into a tight hug, "hey, I got you. You're okay-"

"I'm sorry," he mumbled into her hair, words sticking together, shaking them both, "I'm sorry, I don't- I'm making a mess, I've made a mess-"

"No, no, we're fine," Wendy squeezed him, kissing the side of his head, "we're working through it, right? We're okay- You're okay-"

"No, I'm not, I don't- I hate this. Everything is wrong and I feel wrong, and-" Vince sobbed, his words jumbling together in one continuous stream that made no sense even to his own ears and suddenly there was another pair of arms wrapped around him, squeezing him even tighter than Wendy was.

"B-Bell...?"

"I'm here- You-you're okay," she mumbled, voice muffled since Bella's cheek was squished to his shoulder, "we're okay, alright? We're gonna be okay."

"But- but you hate..." Vince whimpered and Bella pulled back, all but replacing Wendy in cupping his face, forcing their eyes to meet.

"No, I'm furious at you, I don't hate you," she glared at him, "not for a second, Vin."

This was all very touching, but Vince's stomach apparently hadn't gotten the memo he was having a moment, because suddenly he was gagging.

Bella jumped out of the way and both women pushed him forward to lean over the bowl, just in time for the rest of his stomach lining to make a reappearance. He coughed and coughed, but there wasn't much more to bring up and Vince was left panting and sobbing, curled up over the toilet bowl.

He felt Bella's fingers moving through his sweaty hair, Wendy squeezing his arm as she got up from the ground, "stay with him, I'm gonna settle the room. Clearly he's not stopping any time soon."

Vince groaned, he didn't need Bell to sit with him, he didn't need a nanny... Bella flicked at his ear.

"No one said anything about you needing a nanny," she scoffed, before continuing to comb his hair, "you seem hellbent on throwing up on me."

Vince let out a surprised chuckle, eyes closed as he breathed through the nausea that was starting back up, "it's the least you deserve after yelling at me like that."

Bella snorted, running her hand up and down his naked back, "god, I'm gonna fucking miss you."

[destinyc1020]

So I think you need to lessen so much attention on Box office and whether or not that makes you an A-lister. It's when you're a household name that makes you an A-lister...whether every film you do is a "hit" or not imo. I think having your films do well at the box office are GREAT, and that def factors into it, but also so do award wins and nominations (don't discredit them also! It gives you exposure to more people knowing your name as well). But you don't ALWAYS have to have films doing tons of money at the box office in order to be seen as an "A-lister". Not everyone flocks to all of Tom Cruise's movies, or even Denzel's movies. Sometimes it's just the movie!

I agree that even though BO films are great doing films for awards and nominations but can we be honest? I remember a while ago some Tom fans asking on your blog about their frustration with his career and worrying about his choices and no offence you kinds dismissed him due to him being successful financially over being in award nominated films? I understand cause sometimes those Tom doom asks can be exhausting, but I genuinely feel like his career on screen outside SM has been a bad for someone in his fame. We joke about the JE team going night and day for him, but altlwast he has a team that does that cause Tom's team could care less about his rep. Some might say Tom doesn't need to be on that THR list or respect in his industry, but I'm sorry, who wants to work in tbeor jon where ppl don't respect you? Tom came up at the same time as Timothee, and the trajectory of his career was sad for someone who was recognised on stage and in a disaster film.

As a fan selfishly, I'm not satisfied with Spiderman. I didn't trust the MCU and how they deal with characters, and I just can predict people moving away from those ip movies to make space for midbudget films. Look at the career of Glen Powell. Ppl want characters that are grounded, not detached superheros. With those other actors mentioned, you can compare them to their predecessors, Leo, Julia,Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, Russell Crowe for JE lol, there's a healthy comparison. With Tom, I can compare him to anyone cause no actor would depend on one organisation like he has. Yh Andrew did Spiderman, but he was already oscar nominated.

Tom's career only works for him cause if he had been anyone else, he would have been shelved due to flops and poor reception from critics. I just dont see the interest on him anymore, and ppl may thinknim dramatic but ppl didn't think DC or MCU would flop, and yet it did. No one could anticipate Barbie/Oppenheimer's success, and here we are.

I'm sorry if my ask was negative or if you felt I was judging you but sometimes I just feel ppl aren't honest abut his career cause they just like him a bf when his peers are doing more than him with less backing. Drew Starkey was the kid he beat up in TDATT, and yet he's the muse of Luca Guadagnino's next film and a Loewe ambassador. What's Tom doing? A sequel to a prequel and another SM film that doesn't even have a director? It's a shame.

Oh boy.... 🤦🏾‍♀️

I feel like this "debate" about movie stars (who's one/who isn't one) is garnering a lot of back and forth arguments and craziness for no good reason. These articles are just sharing who they are keeping their eyes on, and who has potential to be one of the "greats" in the future of they keep playing their cards right.

In the meantime however, can't we just appreciate actors for their craft and enjoy watching their rise to fame and seeing their filmography develop? Shouldn't we be HAPPY if some newer actors are in conversation of being potential A-listers or great "movie stars"? Why are we fighting against this and turning this into some kind of competition among fandoms? 🥴

This isn't directed to you personally Anon, but just based on what I've been seeing in my inbox.

If you've been following me for any amount of time on here, you already know that I don't take any of this stuff (or talk) too seriously. I like my faves, and I love seeing what they have next coming up. I don't care about fandom wars, nor do I care about pitting actors against each other. To me, ALL actors have their merits and things that I enjoy about them. I don't feel like I need to pick and choose one actor over another. That's silly. 🙄 I wouldn't want to live in a world where there was just ONE actor. I, personally, LOVE variety.

My only point in my earlier post is that I don't think that we can be so rigid in our definition of what a "movie star" is, because imo, there are MANY factors that go into making what one would call a "movie star" and especially an A-lister. We can see this when we look at movie stars of the past. We also have to keep in mind that society in general has changed, and social media has also changed a lot.

Another thing...An A-lister is someone who's bankable, yes, but it's also someone who has been nominated for awards, or even won awards. Look at Cruise, Hanks, Denzel, Julia, etc. All of those actors have been nominated or won awards. It's part of what makes them the A-list. They're highly sought after for roles, and they have made some great career choices in their filmography. They've also had flops (EVERY actor has a flop) so it's not like they had a hit every single time. They're usually also very likable, charming, and just have star quality. It's not smthg you can put your finger on. There are MANY factors, in other words.

Anyway..... With that said....

I'm sorry Anon, but it kind of seems like your post is a thinly disguised way of trying to minimize or (yet again) express disappointment in Tom's career. 🥴

I don't have any fear for Tom's career, because I'm just here along for the ride. 🤷🏽‍♀️ While I do think that him getting most of his overnight fame due to such a huge role in a Marvel film may have hindered him somewhat as far as being typecast and being able to step outside of that superhero "box", at the same time, that role gave him the fame, money, and household name status to be able to do whatever his passion is. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Would I like to see Tom working with some more well-known directors in great roles? Of course! And he's already worked with some great ones in the past (i.e. J.A. Bayona, Ron Howard), so it would be great to see more of that in the future again.

But at the same time, I'm not going to have an aneurism if Tom never plays anything other than Spiderman for the rest of his life. 🤷🏽‍♀️ To me, I'm just happy as long as my faves are happy.

Re: Drew....

That's good for him! But I don't think Tom needs to be compared to him? 🤷🏽‍♀️ Actors are just actors. Idk why acting somehow became some type of blood sport competition, but most actors aren't thinking in that way.

I think fans need to calm down and stop viewing things in that way. Jmho. Just be happy for others?

Tom has been venturing outside of the MCU, so I think he himself doesn't just want to do MCU films his entire life. I think ppl need to realize, though, that just because an actor's career looks one way one moment, it doesn't mean that it will look like that forever. An actor's career can ebb and flow over the years. It happens. 🤷🏽‍♀️

[thelemonsnek]

I’ve been thinking about my au a lot lately with stranger!Jon where he’s also sometimes a cat (a Jat, if you will).  He carries around a taxidermied cat (which was him due to leitner reasons but it’s okay bc he got skinned <3) and can turn into it via Stranger nonsense.  He becomes a Stranger avatar instead of an Eye avatar after the Unknowing because of this :)!

[image id: multiple drawings of Jon, Michael, and Nikola from the magnus archives, as well as an oc, Leo, all done in crayon.  Jon has shoulder length dark brown hair, brown skin, and one scarlet eye and one green eye.  He is wearing a yellow sweater and an indigo skirt.  With him is a black and brown taxidermied cat, which is sometimes a real cat that is Jon.  In later drawings, it has half of its face and two legs with blue, purple and pink fabric, and the tail is now a string with a bell on the end.  Michael is an abstract scribble, with curly-cu yellow hair, one blue spiral eye and one scarlet X eye, long pointy fingers, and scribbled arms and legs.  None of his limbs match right.  Nikola is a mannequin dressed up in a red, gold and black ringmaster outfit.  Leo has hair dyed pink, yellow, blue and purple, green eyes, and white skin.  He’s wearing a red plaid shirt over a plain pale blue shirt. 

At the bottom left is Jon as the cat standing and looking grumpily at something.  Another shows him flipped over on his back, statements scattered everywhere, being gripped by Martin, who is saying, “who knocked over my files? YOU.”  In the middle of a page is Jon as the cat distorted and skrungled.  To the side is another drawing of Jon as a human, looking very tired.   Standing on his shoulders is the taxidermied cat. Below him is written “get this man a nap”.  To the side of this is an unobstructed drawing of the cat to show all of its patterns.  At the top, Nikola, Michael and Jon are all playing uno, sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor. Michael is placing a card down on the pile, grinning widely.  In Jon’s lap is the taxidermied cat.  To the side of this is a bigger drawing of Michael, grinning and waving at the viewer.   Written off to the side of him is “FREAK” with an arrow pointing to Michael.  Finally is a drawing of Leo, gesturing wildly at a red string and cork board.  End id]

[kalcifers-blog]

SUNSPELL Q&A STUFF!!!

Link to where I got the questions

1- who fell first, and who fell harder?

Sunday fell first, Marvin fell harder

2 - soldiers, poets, or kings?

Both of them are a mix of poets and soldiers :3

3 - the olive theory according to them (and their palate).

Marvin eats Sundays olives

4 - who's the ‘good old-fashioned lover boy’, and who's the ‘killer-queen’?

Sunday is GO-FLB and Marvin is Killer Queen !!!

5 - go-to pet names they have for each other, if any.

Marvin's nicknames are "Vi/Vin/Vinny", and "Kit-Kat" & Sunday's are "Sunshine", "Sunny" and "Solstice".

(They both use "love" and "babes" for each other)

6 - what are their star signs?

Marvin is canonically a Leo and I like to think that Sunday is a Gemini

7 - their sexual orientations and/or gender identities.

Marvin is MLM, Demi-aromantic & Demi-asexual. Sunday is Omnisexual (with a preference for Masc presenting people)

They're both Non-Binary.

8 - soulmates by fate/chance or by choice?

BOTH?? SOMEHOW??

9 - who's more likely to do stupid, impulsive, or random stuff, and who's there being like, ‘regrettably, that's the love of my life’?

Marvin is out doing dumb shit, Sunday is the one who's "regrettably" in love

10 - one to three songs that remind you of them.

Curses by The Crane Wives

My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

Fighter by Jack Stauber

11 - who's the “tell me i'm pretty” one, and who's the “you're pretty fucking annoying is what you are” in the relationship?

Marvin: "Tell me I'm pretty"

Sunday, while braiding his hair: "you're pretty fucking annoying is what you are"

12 - their love languages.

Marvin is physical contact but I'm the sense that he will give affection like a cat would. Sunday is affectionate through actions!!!

13 - sun, moon, stars, earth, or eclipse?

They're so sun and moon but together they're eclipse.

14 - three to five non-sexual acts of intimacy.

Couch cuddling, forehead touching/kissing, face cupping, holding hands !!!

15 - who's the “i could beat the shit out of you” one, and who's the “i know” one?

Both interchangeably, it depends on the day

16 - one to three other ships from other pieces of media that may remind you of them.

Jonmartin (Jon x Martin) The Magnus Archives

Raeda (Raine x Eda) The Owl House

17 - who's the dog person, and who's the cat person? (other pets or animals may also apply.)

Marvin's a cat and Sunday's a bear (obviously)

18 - their absolute favourite thing about each other in the whole wide world.

Sunday absolutely loves Marvin's eyes and tattoos and how strong-willed they are- Marvin loves how caring and understanding Sunday is- he loves how well his gold jewelry compliments them and how it matches their eyes.

19 - do they ever match in any way?

They match in the sense that they're both very blunt and very much will challenge the people around them (they've probably done so with eachother but under the knowledge that they both are on the same page about it.)

20 - their own little way (or ways) to say ‘i love you’.

Marvin always leaves Sunday notes, a lot of it is dumb stuff or little doodles and to anyone else they would be meaningless, but it makes Sunday smile. Marvin would also keep note of anything and everything Sunday enjoys, music, food, books etc. and always randomly surprises them on later dates (Sunday is almost always like "how did you even remember this??" (Marvin wrote it down))

Sunday knows how Marvin can get lost in work so will show up to their house with food for dinner. They can tell if somethings up and what to do when it is. And they do so without question or being asked.

They both send each other pictures all the time, will get into long talks, will joke about bad movies together. Or just comfortably sit in silence together.

21 - who's the “i wouldn't marry myself either” one, and who's the “i would marry you with parer rings” one? (alternatively: i'd marry you with paper rings vs. i'm rich. i'll get you a diamond)?

They would both marry each other with paper rings because they matter more to each other than any material object ever would.

22 - coffee or tea?

I think they'd both prefer herbal tea but I am required to make Sunday a mocha enjoyer

23 - one to five tropes they embody or could pull off in an AU.

Fantasy/fantasy royalty AU

ATLA AU

childhood friends to lovers

Coffeeshop AU

Hurt/Comfort

[shadowqueen402]

Kaylo's Special Birthday: Chapter 2

(At the Balan Theatre)

At the Balan Theatre, Stefan and Thea were speaking to Balan and Lance as well as Leo and Emma, who also happened to be there at the time, also visiting the maestros while feeding the Tims and Negati.

"We need your help, you guys," Thea said. "We want to set up a surprise party for Kaylo. But we can't let her suspect that we're planning something. Any advice?"

"Ooh, we can set up the surprise party here!" Emma suggested. "But we'll have to do it in another room. That was what the maids did back at my mansion when they were planning my fifteenth birthday party."

"That sounds like a good idea," Stefan said. "But is there a room that we can use in the theatre?"

"There is one room that is perfect for this party," Balan said. "Follow me and you all shall see." He and Lance led Stefan, Thea, Leo, and Emma down a hall until they eventually came across a pair of large doors. Balan pushed opened the doors, revealing a gigantic dining room.

"This is perfect, Balan!" Thea exclaimed. "This is the right place to hold Kaylo's party. Knowing my daughter, she would want the decorations to be pink, purple, and white."

"Of course, what kind of party would it be if the guests do not know about this occasion?" Lance pointed out. "I think that we should start off by handing every guest an invitation."

"I'll do the invitations," Leo said. "I can get the invitation cards at the store when I leave."

"Before you do so, let me write down the guest list for you, Leo." Thea pulled out a pen and paper from her pocket. "I'll also write down the place date that the party will take place as well as the time it will start and the time it will end." She started to write down everything.

"Ooh, maybe Mei, Trisha Jane, Rebecca, Marina, Debbie, Lora, and Aria can help us prepare for the party?" Emma asked. "As well as the Inhabitants?"

"Yes, that would be a great idea," Stefan agreed. "Why don't you try calling them up later on?"

"I sure will." Emma smiled.

"We'll also need to start getting refreshments and the cake ready," Balan said. "Sadly, I am not…great in the kitchen, unfortunately."

"I will help Aria work on the cake and refreshments, brother," Lance said. "It will be one step done for Kaylo's father and mother."

Thea handed Leo the list. "Think you and Emma can bring all of your friends here so we can tell them the plan?" She asked him.

"I sure can," Leo said, reading the guest list. On that list were the following names:

Krista Bruno

Manny Bruno

Cherry Bruno

Cookie Bruno

Tia Bruno

Katie Bruno

Karol Bruno

Harmony Bruno

Caitlin Bruno

Tuck Bruno

Candy Bruno

Rosie Bruno

Mia Bruno

Tia Bruno

Koto Bruno Tsukishima

Sakura Tsukishima

Kyary Tsukishima

Hana Tsukishima

Haru Tsukishima

Melody O'Hara

Michael O'Hara

Jenny Bruno

Julie Bruno

Lola Bruno

Arwen Emberson Bruno

Erin Bruno

Jose Gallard

Fiona Demetria

Yuri Brand

Haoyu Chang

Sana Hudson

Cass Milligan

Cal Suresh

Iben Bia

Attilio Caccini

Lucy Wong

Eis Glover

Bruce Stone

Rebecca

Lora Jade

Trisha Jane

Mei Hualing

Marina

Aria Montgomery

Debbie Young

Jon Bia

Phil Bia

Lila Bia

Clem Wong

Bianca Suresh

"Wow, that's a lot of guests." Leo was rather surprised at the long list. But this had to be done. He then read the date and the two times that was next to the guest list:

Friday, August 25th at the Balan Theatre

2:30 PM—4:00 PM

"Come on, Emma," Leo said. "We have a lot of work to do." The two waved to the adults and maestros as they set off to complete the tasks given to them…

…Without Kaylo knowing, that is.

Kaylo and her family belong to @kayssweetdreams

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Mei, Marina, Jon, Phil, Lila, Clem, and Bianca all belong to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Debbie belongs to @mayordebbie

Lora Jade belongs to @alex-frostwalker

Aria belongs to me.