#and padre would have to take care of him and he is NOT happy about it

[cariciapadre]

Caricias is the MESSIEST drunk , He will scream and sing and cry and vomit and get lost for 3 days

[itsgodepi]

If I lose my mind | Ch. 9

Series summary: When you're buried under a mountain of problems and can’t seem to catch a break, it might feel like you need a complete reset. But did it really have to come with a one-way ticket to a new dimension? Surely, a little problem-solving would’ve done the trick. Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports? Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x fem!reader Chapter: Previous | Next Word Count: 2.7k

Warning: mention of extreme diet Also on AO3

You recognize his laugh now. Not the one recorded by the nosy photographers or the overstepping interviewers, but the real one. The way he leans his head to the side and his eyes turn into beautiful crescent moons. Those low chuckles as well, so carefree and sweet, resounding in your head and bringing you back to the hundreds of videos saved in your camera roll, the ones you have been watching for nights on end since you found that phone. 

It is difficult to decipher if the goosebumps raising in your skin come from the happiness the mere sound induces inside you, or the fear of realizing how deep you have been dragged into this nightmare. 

After landing in Belgium, Daniel’s first instinct had been to message you. An invite out for dinner which he admitted was long overdue. Two months had already gone by since you fainted in Austria —or better said, the day you woke up surrounded by a whole Formula 1 team in an unknow place—, two months since he fought with Nick in the middle of the track and promised to ‘talk later’. Two months.  

Safe to say you were surprised enough to ignore the hundreds of messages higher on the chat. It’s better to take in this kind of news one by one. 

“My friend said the steak tartare was amazing, you should have a look at it” Daniel offers when you lower your eyes to the menu, skimming over the dishes as if that could help you ignore the tingling on your stomach  

Pursing your lips, you finally focus your gaze on the words written before you. “I don’t know if…” you begin to show your doubts about the raw dish, trying to locate it on the menu among the rest of unrecognizable food names. 

Daniel can see the exact second you find it.  

“Don’t you dare look at the price,” the driver threatens when your eyes widen at the quantity, eyebrows furrowed as you wonder if the meat is wrapped in gold or something “You’re not paying again, I’m telling you!” 

“What do you mean again?” you ask through a chuckle, scanning the rest of the menu for a more reasonable option. After all, it is always Daniel who shares his gummies and unhealthy treats when you're out on the track, not the other way around. It would have been impossible anyway, it’s only recently that you have acquired some form of payment. 

Daniel calls for the waiter after a shake of his head, a smirk falling of his lips “Yeah, sure, I’ll let you play dumb now... gave them my card already, so no use in sneaking to the bathroom and paying behind my back” 

To be fair, although you doubt you could have invited Daniel to more than a sip of coffee in the short time you’ve know him, those kinds of antics do ring a bell or two.  

After all, you may have picked them up from the best at that game: your father.  

On your time away from home, you have found yourself holding onto this little pieces of your family which have so easily become a part of your personality over the years. Your father’s silent gestures of love, your mother’s caring nature, and overall the love they had for you. Honestly, being unable to talk to them had taken a toll on you. Probably, that is why you had melted into a poodle of tears when you heard your dad’s voice on the phone. 

“¿A ti te parece normal estar dos meses sin llamar a tus padres? (Does it seem normal to you to go two months without calling your parents?) "

Even hearing his scoldings felt like the most precious moment of your life. 

Charles had come crashing into the room as soon as he heard your cries, kneeling beside you on the floor thinking you might have hurt yourself with how fast you had run away from the entrance. His concerned look rapidly turning into one of confusion when you firmly held his hand and whispered between sobs “It’s my dad!” 

A reality check so sudden that it took your breath away. 

The discovery of this new device had not only opened a channel of communication with your family, which had both been a blessing and a curse, but also brough an infinity of unanswered questions. A whole new part of this life.

Although the first few minutes of your conversation had been centered around your mother’s question about your wellbeing and if you had been eating well, it had not taken long until that precious moment was broken. After checking that you had been doing alright and apologizing for not talking to them, your father could not hold it any longer and started gushing about the amazing few races you had had before the break. 

When you finally found your voice again, you had cut the conversation short with promises to call them soon —even if the mere thought of it made you nauseous. 

In that moment, their happiness and eagerness to congratulate you on the highest place of your career, had managed to sober you up completely. You heart sinking with every compliment they threw at you, their desire to see you climb up in the sport, to see you win one day.

“It will come” your mother says, as if any of this was real. As if they were real.  

This encounter only renewed your desire to break free from what had become you own personal prison, and that device was a new key for your escape. While the phone you had been carrying since the start of this journey only had a couple numbers from the team members saved on it, this one was filled to the brim with messages, photos,... a whole life encased in such a small object. Your life? 

And somehow a main character in a large part of them was the man in front of you. 

“You sure you don’t want to taste it?” Daniel queries with a half-smile, having clearly caught the way your eyes followed the delicious looking cake as the waiter placed it on the table 

The colors rise to your cheeks in shyness, looking to the side while you jokingly sigh “Daniel, I won’t fit in the car if I keep eating...” 

“You’ll drive mine then” he quickly resolves, taking a huge piece of the treat and offering the spoon to you. Honestly, you had swapped the list of amazingly sounding desserts for a simple tea because you felt too full to even think of eating anything else, but a spoonful of cake can’t hurt, right? “Have to wear the McLaren suit though” 

Although you do it unconsciously, the look you give Daniel over the mouthful of cake, tells him everything he needs to know regarding your opinion on the bright orange race suit. The driver lets out a loud laugh, putting on his disbelieving facade as if that hadn’t been his intention in the first place. 

“So nice hearing you criticize my team’s color, really, I don’t know why we stopped having lunch together. Yeah, not a clue...” Daniel scoffs, digging into his plate to drown his fabricated sorrows. So dramatic. 

“I didn’t even talk!” you quip back to his amusement, just now having managed to get through the enormous bite of cake. Daniel only response is a disapproving shake of his head, and you let him have this one as you stir your tea. You are more interested in the second part of his grumbles “Why did we stop though?” 

“Don’t know... I guess with the whole start of the season, new team and everything” Daniel relays with a frown, gesturing to the air as if to explain that life had gotten in between what seemed to be a tradition the two of you had. “And also, that fucking diet...” the driver snickers with a roll of his eyes, having thrown that last jab as joke to lighten up the mood after such serious turn of the conversation.  

However, a soon as your eyes meet, he knows it’s been a misstep —even if it is just a coincidence that what he thinks is your how dare you say that? look is more of a what diet are you talking about? Look. 

“Sorry, ‘shouldn't have said that” Daniel apologizes straight away, leaning back into his seat with a sigh and the last piece of the cake. The time it takes him to munch on the treat is enough for him to debate whether or not he should make his opinion on such an important cmatter. Finally, he opts for a more conservative approach “It’s just... you already know what I think about it. Nick too” 

The mention of your Formula One trainer’s name makes all the alarms go off in your head, more so when the last time you saw them together, they were having a pretty heated conversation in the middle of a Grand Prix “Is that why you fought with Nick?”  

You try to appear outwardly calm about the situation, swirling what’s left of your tea as if your hands weren’t trembling in anticipation. This is it, at last, some real information. Not some meaningless clues which do nothing but mess with your poorly constructed theories.  

Your grandmother’s necklace burns against your chest, the feeling grounding you against all the thoughts brimming on your head. After all, the piece of jewelry is still the only fragment of an ever-distant reality, one you have kept safe and close to your heart ever since you found. You rest your hand over the pendant, sensing the heat even through the fabric of your blouse, as you wait for the response. 

He brushes a hand over his curls, looking everywhere but at you. “Yeah, kind of... I mean,” he accepts, clicking his tongue and taking in a big breath, as if he couldn’t bring himself to say it plain and clear. Daniel takes a second to reorganize his thoughts, straightening up in his chair and leaning his arms over the table in deep thought. However, when you think he’s managed to make up his mind and talk, the only words that come out his lips are “Look, we shouldn't talk about this now” 

A frown instantly forms on your expression at the premise, jaw set as you prepare yourself to most likely yell at Daniel everything that’s been on your mind thorough your time trapped here —whatever here means. You were finally going to clear one of the millions of unknowns surrounding this dream or whatever this is, and the man has the audacity to want to leave this incredibly important conversation for later. Oh, hell no. 

“No, listen” Daniel tries to settle your worries, having perfectly recognized the signs of what was about to come for him, from the slight closing of you hand over the table to the uncredulous grin lightly lifting the side of your lips “We’ll talk in the ride back to the track. C’mon, I’ll drive you” 

The soft sound of the radio fills the silence on the way out of the parking, a ballad which does absolutely not fit the speed at what your mind is running. Daniel can probably feel the weight of your stare, trying to let him have some space since it seems to be a sensitive topic for him, but so eager to learn what transpired between the two of them.   

The driver decides to preface his explanation with a “Don't get mad at me, okay?”, a strained smile pulling at his lips. For starters, that sentence does sound familiar. “I know I should stay out of it, and I think... well, no, I know! I know you’ve been really stressed out lately, that everything’s different now and all of that. I mean, they won't shut up about the fucking ‘second year in F1’ or whatever”  

Daniel tries to check your reaction out of the corner of his eye, his thoughts, although disorganized, always careful of your feelings. Yet, you can only regard him with a confused look.  

“What I’m trying to say is... I think you’ve been pushing yourself too hard” the driver lets out, the words flowing out of him like they have been weighting him for too long. His urge to explain his intentions straight away, showing how much of a push back he was expecting from your part "Again, I’m not trying to start an argument, I’m just worried about you! I’ve seen you training, seen that diet... this is not good for you”  

You’ve kept your eyes in the road in front thorough the conversation, taking in how concerned he has been about you. You had never seen this side of Daniel, he has always seen friendly and eager to help whenever you needed, but nothing had ever seen this deep. Still, you don’t understand what any of this has to do with his fight with Nick. 

“I understand that...” you acknowledge his worries, making a mental note to check everything he said later. In the time you had spent following this professional motorsport driver schedule, none of it had seemed as harsh to you as he had mentioned. Maybe something changed? Why though? “So, Nick and you talked about that? Is that it?” 

“Well, yes, Nick and I kind of had a... disagreement, yeah, we can call it that. About this new training plan you had going on. We had already talked about it like, back in Canada, and obviously nothing came out of it. But after Austria...” Daniel lets a second go while he enters the road, a harder grip on the steering wheel than needed. “Listen, I know we haven’t talked about it at all, I don’t know if you and Nick did?” 

You almost want to laugh at the supposition, your trainer had shut down any attempts of talking about it the day after the incident, so you had eventually given up “No, nothing” 

“I didn’t want to pressure you into talking about it but... We got really scared that day. I went to celebrate your qualy and, suddenly, you started panicking and freaking out! I didn’t know what to do, and then you fell unconscious. Do you remember any of it?” the driver wonders, his voice showcasing the whirlwind of emotions he went through despite the fact that he might be giving you a diluted version of what went down. You can only nod at him, the memories fresh on your mind “When they took you to the hospital, I thought, they for sure won’t let her race tomorrow, right? And then I see you on the track, all dressed up again, I couldn’t believe it...”  

“Didn’t Nick say he sent you a text?” you try to fill in, fingers fiddling with your own phone. Two months might have passed, but the images of that day keep replaying in your mind every single night. 

Daniel clicks his tongue in disbelief, eyes still focused on the road “Yes, he sent me two fucking lines saying the doctor discharged you, that you were fine and that’s literally it. You can take my phone and see it for yourself! I kept blowing up his phone but that’s the only thing he would say: exhaustion, she’s alright” 

That would explain the way Daniel approached you in Austria, how furious he had been with Nick after the secrecy with which the incident had been treated. The first thing he asked you that day was if you were alright, after the pre-race activities had finished and as away from the public as he could knowing you were in the middle of a Grand Prix. That is why he pounced at Nick when he mentioned the exhaustion diagnosis, fed up with the discourse. The distrust he had in your trainer’s statement clear in his words.  

Yet another thread to be pulled. 

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Author's note: Hey, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It's been a while! My masters is clearly kicking my ass and I didn't have a single second to write, but here it is. Thank you all so much for reading, any kind of interaction is greatly appreciated!

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[superjumpintomyheart]

Been thinking a little bit about Eight reuniting with Iso Padre in Inkopolis Square since we can see him in the cafe in splat3. I'm imagining Eight chatting and walking into the cafe with Pearl and Marina, stopping by for a snack before they head in for some turf wars or ranked battles and all of a sudden she stops mid sentence when she spots the isopod sitting at the counter. It's impossible to mistake him for someone else with his signature black suit, and how many other giant isopods inhabit the surface anyways?

Eight- just to be sure- still asks stunned, "Iso Padre?"

He turned around to see who had called him and when he sees the octoling standing there he grins widely, "Young squire, is that you?"

Before Pearl and Marina can even ask Eight about who this interesting person is, she's running across the cafe to give him a hug, laughing as his multiple limbs embrace her. It filled her with such joy to see him here on the surface, in the heart of Inkopolis Square where he always dreamed of being. After they had defeated Commander Tartar and effectively freed the deep sea metro patrons, she worried about where the friends she made along the way had ended up- if somehow they remained trapped underground with no way out. Thankfully, it appeared that wasn't the case, as even someone like Iso Padre who had been on the metro for a long time was able to make it to where he desired to go.

"You made it! I'm so, so happy you're here, how long have you been in Inkopolis?" Eight asked, still holding onto to her dear friend.

"For some time now, although not terribly long. Once the tests stopped being required in the metro I figured it was my chance to follow the light you were chasing as well. Then I made my way here before I even knew were I was going, like it was calling me." He hummed thoughtfully.

She nodded against his chest, finally pulling away to look at him with a smile. In many ways thats what it had felt like for her too, leaving the underground world of octarian life with nothing but the clothes on her back and a heavenly melody in her head, letting instinct guide her. It seemed things always worked out when they trusted what their hearts yearned for.

"I'm so glad," she could almost feel tears beginning to well up in her eyes, overwhelmed with happiness and relief. "It's wonderful here, isn't it? Everything you ever thought it would be?"

Iso Padre chuckled and nodded, "And so much more. I have to say thank you for what you accomplished, Eight. If you hadn't come along I wouldn't be sitting here now, I'm forever grateful for the light you shined on the metro."

"No, I really should be thanking you, Iso Padre. You helped me so much on my journey to get here, with my memcakes and all the support you gave me. I was so thankful to have a friend to rely on."

"Then we both can share thanks for each other," he concluded, patting the octoling on the shoulder.

Eight is suddenly reminded of her friends she came with when she hears Marina coo "awww" from a few feet behind her. As much as she wants to be embarrassed by it, she instead waves the idols over to join them, excitedly introducing them to Iso Padre, "This is Pearl and Marina, you might know them as Off The Hook, but they helped me a ton with escaping the metro too."

"Allow me to extend my thanks to you girls as well, for taking care of Eight both back then and now," he says, offering one hand to shake.

Pearl takes it first, commenting, "No prob, we owe it to you as well for helping her out too. This whole thing was kind of a team effort, huh?"

The group agrees and settles down in the cafe to catch up on life and share stories of the deepsea metro, spending a few hours just talking and enjoying each others presence. From then on, Eight reserves a day of the week to meet up with Iso Padre at the cafe, to stay in touch and update each other on their lives on the surface. Occasionally when she's just heading in for turf war, she makes sure to stop by for a moment just to say hi and he wishes her good luck, and reminds her that no matter how many losses she has at least it will never be as bad as pushing that 8-ball down a narrow pathway again.

[changingplumbob]

Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 4

Dia de los Muertos wraps up and we visit our friendly neighbourhood infants!

CW: Discussions of death

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish phrases/words Abuelo/Abuela: Grandfather/Grandmother Ay dios mio: omg equivalent Buenas noches: Good evening / Good night Carino: Term of endearment for a loved one Cuídate!: Take care De nada!: You’re welcome/no problem Lo siento: Sorry Padre: Father Por favor: Please Si: Yes Te amo: I love you

With the departure of the Fosters leaving the couple alone, Marta has broken out the face paint to adorn her and Keira. It’s another way of honouring their ancestors.

Marta: Hold still por favor

Keira: I am holding still

Marta: Shhhh, moving your lips counts

Keira: Why didn't we do this before dinner

Marta: I haven't done it for ages so I'm not sure I'm good anymore. I didn't want the dinner thrown apart by focus on my lack of painting skill. Just one more line… there! All done, I’ll take a picture to show you

Keira: Wow this looks great! You’re really going all out this year

Marta: *sighs* I felt bad for all those years Liam didn’t let me make one

Keira: I should have done more than kick his ass

Marta: Carino violence solves nothing. He's in prison for now, let's not think of him

Keira: I’m sorry we didn’t make one at Alexander’s house, I didn’t realise what it meant

Marta: De nada. I didn’t say to you, how could you know

Keira: I suppose. But don’t let us miss it again

Marta: Si. I promise

Keira: Do you… do you think they would have liked me

Marta: I know they’re happy I’m happy but si. Padre would be happy you're active, he was to. And mama would love to talk to you about the ocean life

Keira: You think

Marta: Si. Being so close to the ocean was what she loved about Cuba. She missed it when we moved to Texas

Keira: Well I’m glad you left for Windenburg. Even though it was because…

Marta: Everyone was gone? I didn’t have to leave after padre and mama died. I had the community still but I felt alone. I don’t feel alone anymore

Keira: I’m so glad I worked up the nerve to propose

Marta: *giggles* It’s good you did or I would have had to do something extremely romantic

Keira: I mean… you could still do something extremely romantic if you wanted?

Marta: Maybe I’m saving it for the honeymoon

Keira: Can I get a preview

The two embrace on the sofa, feeling warm and fulfilled.

Abuelo Manuel: Did you see Rafael? She cooked the chimi to perfection. Remembered what we taught her

Padre Rafael: Si padre, she did a good job

Abuela Maria: Will you two shush, I’m trying to listen

Manuel: Corazon I think their conversation is finished

Mama Aymee: *sniffles* She looks so happy and grown up

Rafael: Ay dios mio, you’ll make me cry mi vida

Aymee: Lo siento. I just… we didn’t see our daughter for so long

Maria: You heard what that fiancé said, she’ll make sure Marta does the ofrenda now. She’s a keeper

Manuel: Do you think there will be a new generation next time we visit

Aymee: That would be nice *sniffles* even if would make me cry

Keira: The place definitely feels full when everyone is here, I thought we got a big unit

Marta: We did, people just fill it well

Keira: Am I meant to feel like I’m being watched

Marta: You’re meant to feel loved. I always want you to feel loved

Keira: I feel loved whenever I look in your eyes. Shall we go to bed

Marta: Si, I’ll just say buenas noches to everyone

Keira: We can leave the ofrenda up longer than tomorrow morning if you like

Marta: No. They’ll all be back in the forever save by then

Maria: Are you snooping

Manuel: No! I can’t snoop on what is out in the open, can I?

Rafael: I’m happy she’s still got these photos

Aymee: Liam didn’t take everything from her

Rafael: If I was still alive-

Manuel: There’s no point thinking about what we can’t do

Maria: She’ll be bueno

Rafael: Mi vida, it’s time to go

Aymee: Can’t I just watch her for another five minutes

Manuel: Dawn is coming, we must get back

Aymee: Buenas noches Marta, I leave all my love with you, te amo

In the morning Marta returns the living/dining room to its normal layout while Keira is on laundry duty. Taking their clothes to the shared laundry she wonders why so many people have left their washing in the machines. Being a helpful sim, she moves stuff to the dryers. Fingers crossed none of the clothes shrink!

Marta has harvested what she can from the garden and is singing to herself when Keira walks past in her work clothes.

Marta: Ay dios mio, is it 8am already?

Keira: Si. Te amo sweetheart

Marta: Te amo! Cuídate! Where did I leave my work gear?

Luckily she’s only a few minutes late to the local coffee shop, the perks of a quick commute. After an uneventful shift, where she mostly daydreamed about the upcoming wedding, she gets back home and hangs the washed clothes on the line. When Keira arrives back they go see the Staples.

Here Oli and Vernon are on the move! Marta scoops up Oli while Keira chats.

Marta: Do you want to hold him carino

Keira: Uhh, what if I break him

Margarita: You won’t, he’s sturdy

Marta passes over Oli, giving his tummy a cheerful tickle on the way.

Marta: You hold him for a bit, I’m going to play with Vernon

Keira: Okay but-

Marta: Who’s adorable Vernon? Is it you?

Keira: Sorry if we’re pushing in

Stefan: Don’t be silly. With two infants any helping hands are good

Keira: I think this is part of her plan to convince me to have kids sooner

Margarita: *laughs* I have to say she’s doing pretty well with Vernon, I love it when they laugh

Keira: Uh, anyway, we were wondering, since you’re a baker on the side Stefan, would you consider making our wedding cake?

Stefan: Sure thing! I have a free day tomorrow. Any special requests?

Keira: I think she said she’d like a pink one

Margarita: We had a pink wedding cake!

Stefan: Here, I’ll take him off your hands

Keira: Gracias

To her surprise Keira feels sad giving the infant back, especially as he smiles and giggles at her. Marta’s plan might be working.

Keira: Marta, sweetheart, time for dinner

Marta: Si, coming. Gracias for having us

Margarita: It was lovely to see people who can talk back

The whole group laugh as Stefan puts Oli on the playmat. Let me tell you, he is not happy our sims are leaving. After bursting into tears he glares angrily at his parents while we leave.

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[didishawn]

Part 2 for Dumb Boy (Gavi), pleaseeeeee. An happy end

Begging for forgiveness (Gavi x Reader)

Good ending for Gavi in Dumb boy

Bad ending for Gavi

Warnings: lots of Spanish, this is the good ending for Gavi version, Gavi regrets it all, mentions of the past bullying

Masterlist

Gavi has become quite the philosopher lately.

Regret fills his veins, anger and hatred towards himself, nostalgy, he hasn't seen you in a while, and even if he has spent his whole life pretending to hate you and your presence, he is miserable.

Things have also been terrible with the team, on the pitch everything is good, but he can feel Ansu's hatred look directed at himself and things are not the same with Pedri either.

He knows his parents know something had went down in between you both, but neither ever ask about it, he mentally thanks you for not saying anything about the whole thing, or he would probably be cut off by now.

He knows about your life what he hears from others, you have him blocked everywhere and all your social media is private so he can't just make himself a fake account. He knows you are still friends with the rest of the guys, the only signals that you are still good are the stories posted by one of them, mostly Ansu, who he knows to now be your best friend, you seem to get along with Balde too as well with the new guy, Ferran, the same with Eric and the rest.

"Es su cumpleaños pronto, ¿va a hacer algo?" he asks Ansu one day when it's only the two of them left on the dressing room. (it's her birthday soon, is she doing anything?)

"Que yo sepa, no es asunto tuyo. No quiere verte, Gavi, olvídate" (as far as I'm concerned, it's none of your business. She doesn't want to see you, Gavi, forget about it)

"Venga, Ansu, necesito verla, necesito arreglar las cosas" (come on, Ansu, I need to see her, I need to fix this)

"Lo que tú quieras da igual, lo importante es ella, y ella pasa de ti. Intenta hacer lo mismo" (what you want doesn't matter, she is what matters, and she doesn't want anything to do with you. Try to do the same)

Gavi is left alone, he gives a long sigh, face buried on his hands, frustration has taken over his mind.

On the ride home, he tries to get information out of Pedri, but the boy refuses to tell him anything, and even threatens Gavi to forget about the subject or from now on he would have to ride a bike to and from training.

On the dining table, Aurora calls him out on his sad expression.

"¿Se puede saber que te pasa? Llevas meses igual" (care to tell us what is going on with you? It's been months since you are like this)

"No me pasa nada" (nothing is wrong)

"¿Enserio?" asks his father "¿Nada que ver con y/n y que sus padres dicen que no te quiere ver ni en pintura?" (seriously? Nothing to do with y/n and that her parents say she doesn't want to see you?)

Gavi doesn't say anything, but his parents know something has went down in between the two of you, yet they don't know exactly what.

"Su cumpleaños es en nada, podrías aprovechar y disculparte" (her birthday is soon, you can take the chance to apologise)

"Ella no me quiere ahí" (she doesn't want me there)

"Por favor, como si alguna vez hicieras caso" (please, as if you ever listen)

His mother is right, because the very same day, he is standing in front of your house and knocking on your door, he carries flowers, sunflowers, your favorites, the ones he used to always mock you about liking them so much.

There is a bright smile as you open the door, yet disappears when your eyes meet his figure.

"¿Qué estás haciendo aquí? Pensaba que te había dicho que no te quiero ver" (what are you doing here? I thought I told you I don't want to see you)

"Necesitaba verte" (I needed to see you)

"Bueno, ya me has visto, lárgate con tus flores" (well, you have seen me, now go away with those flowers of yours)

You try to close your door, but he sticks his foot.

"¿Enserio?" (seriously?)

"Tu cumpleaños es en unos días" (your birthday is in a few days)

"Gracias, no me había dado cuenta" you roll your eyes and glare at him. (thanks, I hadn't realised)

"Déjame estar ahí para ti, déjame demostrarte que sé lo gilipollas que he sido todo este tiempo. Te juro que me comportare y haré todo por que me perdones" (let me be there for you, let me show you that I know how much of an asshole I have been this whole time. I promise I will behave and do whatever is necessary for you to forgive me)

You think about it for a moment, then nod, making him grin excitedly.

"No te emociones mucho, no estás perdonado ni de lejos. Es solo para ver si te das cuenta que ninguna de tus excusas de mierda son necesarias y que te vayas" (don't get too exited, you are a long way from being forgiven. It's only so you realise that none of your excuses are necessary so you can go away)

"Haré lo que quieras, de verdad, verás que merece la pena darme una segunda oportunidad" (I will do anything, really, you will see that giving me a second chance is worth it)

"Bueno, estate aquí tipo cuatro, no tienes entrenamiento ese día, ¿no?" (well, be here by four, you don't have training that day, right?)

Gavi excitedly shakes his head and you nod, he then offers you the flowers, you take them and close the door without a word. He leaves with a happy strout to his step.

The day of your birthday, he is in your front door even earlier than accorded, a gift for you in hand he knows you want and a bright smile on his face. He knocks and waits. You open the door, clearly confused at him being at your front door so early.

"Pensé te había dicho cuatro" (I thought I told you to be here at four)

"No podía esperar" (I couldn't wait)

"Bueno, supongo no te puedo dejar aquí fuera, venga pasa" (well, I suppose I can't just leave you here, come on in)

Inside, everything seems ready for the party, he looks around the living room, taking the scenery in, everything is so you.

You indicate him to sit down and he does, you do too, silence takes over the room, you look everywhere but at him, he is the opposite, taking your beauty in, his breath is caught in his throat.

"Sabías que tu también me gustabas antes, ¿no?" Gavi almost chocked on his own spit "Al principio yo me pensaba que solamente me molestabas porque yo también te gustaba, pero después todo fue a peor y solo pensar en estar en la misma habitación que tú me hacía querer morirme" (you know I liked you before, right? I used to think that you only bothered because you liked me to, but things got worse and the thought of being stuck with you on the same room madre me want to die)

You take in a deep breath and continue "Aún así, cada vez que te veía rezaba porque me dijeras algo bueno, porque me demostraras que te importaba lo más mínimo, y nunca lo hiciste. Lo más cercano que tuve fue cuando empecé a salir con mi ex, tú lo odiaba, pero yo siempre supuse que no tenía nada que ver conmigo. Hasta esa noche" (still, every time I saw you I prayed for you to tell me something good, for you to show me that you cared at least a bit for me, but you never did. The closest thing I had were your comments when I started dating my ex, you hated him, but I always thought that it had nothing to do with me dating him. Until that night)

"¿Te acuerdas?" you ask, he nods. (do you remember?)

"Te dije que no era suficiente para ti, que era un cabron y te merecías algo mejor" (I told you he wasn't enough for you that he was an asshole and you deserved better)

"No sabes lo feliz que me hizo. Pensé que por fin demostrabas que yo también te importaba. Yo estaba preparada para dejarle, yo pensaba que esa era una extraña manera de decirme que tú eras con quien yo debía estar" your expression turns sour "Y luego te escucho decirle a Pedri que no entiendes como mi ex se rebajó tanto el nivel para estar con alguien como yo" (you don't know how happy that made me. I thought you were finally showing me how you cared about me, a strange way to tell me you were the one I should have been with. Then I heard you telling Pedri that you don't know how my ex lowered his expectations so much to be with someone like me)

"Estaba borracho" (I was drunk)

"Eso no lo justifica, Pablo. Me rompiste el corazón una vez más, me dejaste como una tonta" (that is not a justification, Pablo. You broke my heart once more, you made me look like an idiot)

"Lo siento" (I am sorry)

"Se que lo estás. Me lo ha estado diciendo todo el mundo. Todos se esperan que te perdone" (I know you are. Everyone has told me. They are all waiting for me to forgive me)

"No lo tienes que hacer hasta que estés preparada" (you won't have to do it until you are ready)

"Vas a tener que esperar un buen rato" (you will have to wait a long while)

"No me importa, esperaré lo que haga falta" (I don't care, I will wait as long as necessary)

It takes months for you to even consider Gavi a friend, but little by little you manage to heal and forgive, every day Gavi trying to show you his true self, not the inmature one.

After that, it takes even longer before you two eventually kiss, and a while after that to become a couple.

It's all worth it, Gavi thinks, you two cuddling on his coach, you as his girlfriend, the past is not forgotten, it never will, but you two keep on looking towards the future.

Together.

[enby-trash-rat]

Glasses

Fandom//Sander Sides

Warning: Swearing

Story Written by:

@a-rat-called-remus and @viva-gardens

Summary: Remus isn't the type to care about looks but when he realizes he's slowly going blind and has to wear glasses . . . That's a whole other story. He despises them.

Remus stares ahead of him frowning and squinting at the mirror. He looked fucking ridiculous. He took them off and then back on.

Repeating the process over and over again. He hated the fucking things and he hated how they looked on him.

He was going to be pummeled by insults.

Obviously he didn't care. He has never cared much about his appearance or what the others said about him or the cruel nicknames they assigned him, something they thought he didn't know about. Just because he doesn't bring it up doesn't mean he's oblivious to it.

Despite what the others thought he was much more observant and smarter than he appeared.

So why should this be any different. Why should these make him feel so unsure.

He squints down at the glasses in his hands. The ones Logan had conjured up for him.

It was a nice gesture but that didn't make him hate them any less.

he truly didn't deserve his kindness. Never has.

He'd have to leave the dark side eventually. He couldn't lock himself in his room forever.

Though Remus is sure most of them would be more than happy if he did that.

He squints down at them once more putting them back on. Adjusting them to his liking before looking back into the mirror. Staring at his reflection.

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A familiar tugging sensation tilled his body.

Ah, fuck. He goes to take them off again and then-- Poof! Remus was in his assigned spot.

The space between Roman and Virgil.

Roman was going to have a field day with this.

He tilts his head slightly to face his brother.

He hadn't noticed his presence. And by the looks of it no one else had either.

He stood there silently.

Something almost abnormal when it came to Remus, he was always blabbering about something or another. Spouting out every single thought that crowded his mind.

Remus' eyes dart around the room again.

He looks to his other side to see Virgil glancing over at him. Not quite staring at him but now aware of Remus' presence.

Feeling the anxiety radiating off of him. His anxiety only heightened when he saw Virgil looking. It was odd. He was fidgeting with his sash adjusting it and readjusting it. What could have the duke so frazzled? His eyes flickering up to Remus face.

His eyes immediately landing on the green glasses. The glasses. He wanted to reassure Remus, comfort him, not only for Remus' sake but for his own. The anxiety radiating off of Remus was a lot. It felt like scorpions were crawling all over him. He had to stop it. But if he confronted Remus it would only draw attention and things would only get worse. Virgil understood that feeling more than anyone.

Roman hadn't noticed his brother standing next to him. He looked at each of the sides. Patton, Janus, Logan, and Virgil.

He somehow still didn't see his brother.

He looked at Thomas.

Nobody had said anything since they were called here. Not one word. Logan would usually say something, and if he didn't, either Patton or Virgil would. Janus hadn't been here long enough for Roman to know what he would do, and he didn't see his brother.

He looked at each of the sides once more once again somehow overlooking his brother and went to speak.

Roman throws his arms up. "Why has nobody said anything? We have been standing here for quite a bit, Thomas! And we still have yet to talk! Nobody has talked! Not Specs, not Padre, not even Virge. I'm just saying! I'm just bored!"

he throws his arms around while talking, making him look like an uncontrollable puppet.

Remus flinched slightly at the sound of his brother's voice, catching him off guard.

He looked over at Roman, who was staring at him. Or rather staring through him as if Remus hadn't even been there.

He watches as Romans eyes scan over each of the sides, and Thomas once again.

Still not noticing Remus. Good.

His mind immediately wandered off as his brother continued to shout at the others.

[starlocked01]

Your Average Petty Sinner

AO3 link (pending)

Summary- Patton goes through an Emo phase and decides to hang out with the most notorious kids at school, going so far as to try to date their leader.

Relationships- Janus&Patton (Moceit), Remus/Virgil (Dukexiety)

Word Count- 5.4k

Content Warnings- swearing, mild description of injury, mild sexual innuendos

This is my @sanderssidesgiftxchange gift for @lily-janus 💛💙 I really hope you like it! Also a shout out to @infinitesimal-dna for beta reading and putting up with my shenanigans.

“I just don't get it!” Patton frantically paced the small patch of faded pale blue carpet that was visible in his cluttered room, “I literally caught them with cigarettes and lighters in the bathroom- how did they weasel out of detention this time?”

Roman barely looked up from the script in his hand as he lounged on Patton’s bed, “I don't know. Remus didn't say when Mom picked us up. They weren't going to hurt anyone but themselves.”

“Lighters start fires- they could have caused a fire alarm and some freshman could have been trampled in the ensuing panic while the science wing burned down-” Patton whipped back to face Roman who remained unperturbed. 

“And none of that happened. You saved the day, Padre. Why can't you just be happy about that?”

“Because they didn't get in trouble!” Patton crossed his arms tight over his chest and resumed his pacing, “why turn in the bad kids if they're just going to be let go?”

“Sounds like you want to put my brother in jail,” Roman snickered and briefly looked up, “I don't know why. Why do you snitch on them?” Roman countered

Patton bit down hard on his lip before taking a measured breath, “I am not snitching. They just keep breaking the rules in front of me.”

“I think you just want Janus to notice you. Trust me, he does, sweetie. Remus won't stop complaining about how much the goodie two shoes need to fu- leave them alone,” Roman replies, remembering too late the household ban on swears.

“SHH! Don’t let Mom hear you.” Patton whispered tersely, “you’re wrong. I don’t care what any of them think about me– especially not Janus.”

Roman snorted, “Yeah, right. That’s why you’re constantly tattling on him. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that when a boy’s mean to you that means he likes you?”

Patton stopped in his tracks and turned back to face Roman, “That’s… completely untrue.”

Roman rolled his eyes, flipping a page lazily, “Just keep telling yourself that, Padre. I bet if you just asked he’d go out with you.”

“I’m not gay and I don’t want to go out with him,” Patton countered, “will you please just be quiet? My mom would kick you out in two seconds for being a quote ‘bad influence’ if she heard you right now.”

“Mmm fine. Alright. I won’t talk about your obvious crush on Mr. Tall, Dark and Mysterious.”

“I am not- Why don’t you understand that not everyone has to like guys?” 

Roman sat up, “I’m not saying everyone. I just know you, Patt. You don’t like girls. You’ve turned down like twenty of them since homecoming last year. So if you don’t like girls, that just leaves guys. I know you don’t feel comfortable bringing a bf home because of the witch, but you’ve at least got to let yourself consider the possibility.”

“Maybe I just haven’t met the right girl,” Patton replied, not sounding as convincing as he should have to shut down the conversation.

Roman chuckled, “sure. Because she’s actually a boy named Janus and you’re looking in the wrong places.”

“Roman!”

“Just ask him!”

“He hates me. And I don’t like him.”

“You absolutely fucking do!”

“Roman!” Patton hissed, flinching as he could hear his mother’s footsteps coming down the hallway. “Now you’ve done it-” he muttered as the bedroom door clicked and swung open.

“Patton, sweetie. What’s our rule for having friends over?” his mother asked from the door, a falsely sweet and disarming voice cutting through the tension of the argument.

Patton turned, “they need to follow house rules and not distract from school work…”

“That’s right. If I’m not mistaken, I believe I heard Mr. Prince here swearing. That is no way to speak to others, is it?” 

“No, ma’am,” Patton replied, head hung in defeat. 

She turned towards Roman, “Exactly. I’m sorry dear, but you need to leave and reevaluate your vocabulary and manners if you want to spend time with my son.”

“Sorry, Patt,” Roman murmured as he grabbed his backpack and walked past to leave, “tomorrow. Just do it.” 

Patton sighed with exasperation, “Please, Mom, let him stay? He didn’t mean to-”

“You know the rules, Patton. I think it’s about time you got started on your homework,” she brushed him off, escorting Roman out to the front door. 

Patton waited until he heard the front door shutting before closing his bedroom door to get started on his work, trying to tune out his racing thoughts about school. 

___ ___ ___

 Janus slumped against the lockers, ignoring the dirty look from Susan next to him when he accidentally shut hers for her. It wasn’t his fault her locker was so close to Virgil’s. He gripped the head of his cane to keep it from sliding into the throng of students that would trample and crack it without a second thought. The polished wooden cane had cost a fortune, stained black with a yellow snake carved around the shaft up to the handle. He'd refused to adopt a medical-looking metal bully magnet and protected his aide fiercely. Janus silently watched Virgil picking out text books for the next class.

“What a bitch, right?” he asked once Virgil had noticed him. 

Virgil nodded sagely, “Yeah. Who’re we talking about this time?”

Janus smirked, “Mrs. Hansen, of course. It’s like she doesn’t even care that I don’t give a fuck about Physics.”

“She held you after class again? That bitch!” Virgil gaped, closing his locker, “that is so messed up. You should tell the VP that she’s not respecting your accommodations, right?”

“Like he ever cared the twenty thousand other times someone tried to make life harder,” Janus scoffed, glancing at the disturbance coming down the hallway and opting not to warn Virgil.

With all the subtlety of a tornado, Janus watched as Remus pinned Virgil to the lockers, dropping his backpack at Janus’ feet in his hurry to get hands on the boy. Virgil grunted in surprise, pushing back against the attack until he recognized the lips pressed harshly into his neck.

“Rem-! Oh my god!” Virgil laughed breathlessly, “I told you not at school, motherfucker!”

Remus looked up with a devious grin, “and? Your mother said she loved it.”

“Gross,” Virgil chuckled and pulled his boyfriend into a tight hug, “I missed you.”

Janus rolled his eyes, pushing the discarded backpack away with the tip of his cane, “It’s been all of an hour since you two last molested each other in front of the entire school.”

“Jealous, Jannie?”

“Utterly green with envy,” Janus sighed, noticing the crowd in the hall thinning rapidly, “are you done playing tongue hockey yet?”

“Never,” Remus laughed and turned back to Virgil, cutting off his protests with a filthy kiss.

“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t figured out how to make gay love babies yet,” Janus replied, carefully readjusting his treasured suede gloves. The crowds of students dissipated and doors shut as the bell for the next period rang through the now empty halls.

Janus nudged the pair, “Biology will have to wait. Let's get going.”

“Oh come on!” Remus whined, “just tell Mr. Sawan you got held back and we're helping you-”

“It's not a lie for once,” Virgil added, leaning down to grab Remus' bag.

“And they say I'm the bad influence,” Janus scoffed, grabbing his cane to start towards class. Virgil and Remus reluctantly followed, careful to give him space to walk. 

Janus wasn't actually eager to get to class. Everyone always stared when he walked in late, despite arriving late by necessity every day. The scrutiny felt absolutely miserable. 

As they neared the stairs down to the mathematics wing, Janus paused to let the couple go first. The last thing he wanted was to slip all the way down into a concussion.

“Hey!” A voice called loudly from down the hall, “aren't you supposed to be in class?”

Janus glanced over and swore quietly at the sight of the world's most annoying goody two shoes coming towards them.

“Patton. Where do you think we're going?” He asked in a lazy drawl.

“Yeah, calm your tits,” Remus added less than helpfully.

Patton frowned, glancing down at his chest for a brief moment, “I don't have- the bell rang five minutes ago. You're supposed to be in class. I bet you're out here trying to smoke and ditch class.”

“How? You stole my lighter yesterday,” Virgil snarked back, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“It’s against school policy-” Patton started.

“What's against policy is a student trying to police other students. I literally cannot walk the halls when everyone else is running around,” Janus spoke up, standing up straighter. “We'd have made it by now if you hadn't interrupted us.”

“You liar. You're just messing around to get out of class,” Patton accused, stepping closer as if to intimidate Janus.

He laughed, “we have this discussion once a week! If I didn't know better, I would think you're going out of your way to flirt with me.”

An inscrutable look passed over Patton’s face, freckles melting into a soft flustered blush. “I am not!” Patton whispered hoarsely.

“Then we'll just be on our way,” Janus sneered, starting down the first step, cane first.

“Hey!” Patton gasped, reaching for Janus’s shoulder. Janus flinched at the unexpected touch, shifting to toss Patton as far from him as possible.

Unfortunately, this sent the boy careening down the flight of stairs.

“Shit!” Janus exclaimed,  watching in horror and slight mesmerism as Patton came to a halt on the first landing.

“You killed him!” Remus cackled with glee at the possibility.

“Jan- what the fuck?” Virgil asked, not sure if he should move to help Patton or not.

Janus glanced down the hall, and seeing no one, made his decision.

“Virgil, help me get him to the nurse.” he instructed. “Remus, get to class and tell them Virgil and I cannot make it. Give as little context as possible, got it?”

Remus nodded and hurried to the class.

Janus hurried down the steps as fast as he could manage to the place Patton lay on the stairs.

“Wh- why?” Patton murmured, cradling his shoulder, “I- I wasn't-”

“Next time don't touch people without permission,” Janus snapped, reaching to pick  Patton up, “can you walk?”

“I- I think so?” Patton winced, trying to sit up with both of the others pulling him up, “d-don't pull my arm, please.”

Janus nodded, “right, let's go, before you die or something.”

“Good going, Jan,” Virgil groaned as Patton leaned more heavily against him.

“Shut it, Vi. I didn't do anything.”

The walk down the rest of the stairs and to the nurse's office felt impossibly long and arduous, as Patton moved slower than even Janus. And he moaned in pain at each jostle to his arm.

“You're going to be okay,” Virgil chewed at his cheek, “it wasn't that bad of a fall.”

“I- I hope so,” Patton murmured, “why are the bad kids helping me?”

Janus rolled his eyes, “who said we're bad?”

“I- you always get in trouble,” Patton tried to explain.

“Yeah. Because you're always trying to get us in trouble,” Virgil scoffed.

“I don't expect you to understand, Patton,” Janus stopped as they reached the nurse’s office, “ but sometimes people just don't think like you.”

Patton nodded then tried to walk into the office, “thanks, I guess.”

Janus rolled his eyes, turning to head back to class, only to be confronted with the imposing figure of the school vice principal.

“What's this, then?”

“Oh- sir, I can explain,” Janus offered hastily.

“You will,” the man nodded, pointing towards his office, “If you please, Mr. Shephard.”

Virgil fiddled with his sleeves, “It was completely an accident. We were just helping Patton.”

“He fell down the stairs after slipping on a spilled water bottle,” Janus protested, already tired of walking, “I think he hit his head so we didn't want to leave him alone before he could get over here.”

“I see,” the man eyed the two, “is that so?”

“Yes. That's what happened.” Janus nodded emphatically. He watched the disciplinarian's face to see if he bought the story.

“Get to your class,” the vice principal barked, and the two wasted no time disappearing down the hallway.

___ ___ ___

Patton stirred and sat gingerly up in bed. A needle of pain shot through his shoulder at the weight pressed on it. 

“Oh- f-”

“Patton!” His mother stood at the door to his room with a sour look on her face.

“I was going to say ‘fudge’,” Patton gritted his teeth.

“Honestly, when did I raise such a delinquent?” She shook her head and barged her way in, “bullying other students and now swearing? Certainly nothing I taught you.”

“Mom!”

“I won't hear it. Luckily, some of your classmates collected your homework assignments for you. Behave yourself with them,” she scolded.

“I'm not a bully,” Patton muttered, gazing up at the ceiling as though the stucco could offer him the strength to endure her accusations.

“For the record, no one said you were but her. I don’t know why she thinks that,” Patton looked back to the door sharply, finding his mother replaced with Virgil standing slouched against the frame, a book bag slung over one shoulder. “Hey- I hope it's okay I- let's not worry about how I knew your address. How… are.. you?”

“I've been better. The doctor poked and prodded me a lot yesterday.” 

“Yikes…”

Patton nods, “I’ll be back in school by Monday. Unless I go completely loopy in the head. But I think the sprain in my shoulder is worse. Is Janus okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. He was tired from all the running around but like.. I don’t think he’s mad at you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Virgil glanced back to the door before leaning closer to ask, “is she always like that?”

Patton nodded, “yeah… that’s my mom for you.”

Virgil swung his bag onto the bed, “alright, well, I’ve got your homework for the classes you missed.. And I thought you might like some music to pass the time? It’s the kind I listen to when I get really upset,” Virgil explained with a pointed look as he pulled a disk in a clear cover out of the bag with the school books, “just.. Let me know what you think if you do. I’m really sorry about what happened.”

“It’s not your fault, Virge-” Patton shook his head and then winced, “thank you, though.”

“No worries. I- uh.. Look forward to seeing you..? Yeah. Get better soon.”

Patton watched as Virgil exited his bedroom, confused why he of any of the kids at school brought him make up work. He examined the CD, turning it to read the sharpie writing, a list of songs with artists listed in incomprehensible initials. He turned the case over, noticing a small piece of paper tucked under the CD inside the case. Intrigued, he pried the case open and popped the CD out, laying it on the blanket. He retrieved the small folded paper from his lap, carefully picking it apart. 

I didn’t push you down the stairs. I also did not try to help you after you tripped. If you tell anyone I did, I won’t hesitate to make you regret it. -J

Patton frowned, confused by the note. He tossed it aside and pulled out his portable CD player to listen to the mixtape without his mom listening in. He laid back, letting the beats and melodies wash over him. As he listened, an idea started to form, one of which he was barely conscious.

___ ___ ___

“Are you insane?” Roman stared far more openly than other students in the hall. Patton shrugged and pushed past his friend to his locker.

“I’m just trying something new,” Patton replied, hanging his backpack up and picking out books for the first class. He tried very hard to not express frustration when the bookbag caught on the spikes sticking out of one of his many new bracelets. 

“You look ridiculous. You hate black! What is going on?” 

“I can wear whatever I want, Ro. You sound like my mother right now.” 

That shut Roman’s protests up quickly. Patton hummed to himself, reaching into the bag to pull out a brand new makeup pallet made of browns and blacks, picking the darkest shade to dab onto his eyelids.

“How hard did you hit your head?” Roman asked, staring in even more shock and disbelief. 

“My head is fine, Roman. I told you I’m trying something new,” Patton explained.

“Oh Hey! When did you get hot, Pat-Pat?” Remus yelled, dragging Virgil behind him from down the hall.

“Woah- Patton, are you okay?” Virgil asked as they reached him and Roman at the lockers. 

“Looks like Jannie knocked some sense into him. Hot damn!” Remus leered, earning a smack on the shoulder from Virgil and Roman. 

“Guys, I am fine. I promise. I wanted to see how my mom would take it,” Patton offers, not so subtly searching the halls.

“Right. Suuuuuuure,” Remus giggled, “just remember that Virgie is mine,” he snaps playfully, “I don’t share and I certainly don’t do threesomes.” Remus winked, sending a shiver of disgust running down Patton’s spine. “Congrats, baby emo.”

“If you need to talk or something,” Virgil managed to offer before getting swept away by Remus.

Roman sighed, “Seriously, do you want to talk?”

“I’ll be fine, Ro. I’m still me. I just... I don’t know. It felt right this morning,” Patton offers as explanation.

“Well, you know where to find me. And if this is some ploy to get Janus to like you- it won’t work-” 

“I don’t care if he likes me,” Patton protests, “this isn’t about him.”

“It’s not?” Janus asked in a smooth voice, standing behind Patton as if he appeared there from thin air.

“Janus!” Patton whipped around, “how- when did you- um, hi.” he stammered.

Roman laughed and clapped Patton on the shoulder, “good luck, Romeo. See you at lunch.” He walked away still laughing as Patton blushed and tried to shake the teasing off.

Janus watched curiously. He certainly would never have predicted that Patton would show up in an all black pretend-emo costume. Amazing really how people could still surprise him. 

“I promise that Roman doesn’t know what he’s talking about-” Patton tried to recover his composure.

“He never does. Poor Remus got all the interesting and useful brains,” Janus sighed, examining his gloved hand nonchalantly. “Even if this were some ploy for my attention, I wouldn’t be interested just because you changed clothes and painted your nails.”

“That implies you would be interested in different circumstances,” Patton pointed out.

“Would I? I never said that. You understood my message, right?” Janus asked, changing topics quickly.

Patton nodded, “I- yes, I understood. You didn’t have to threaten me. Everyone thinks I broke my head and wouldn’t believe me saying either thing.” 

“Correct. No use spreading rumors,” Janus smirked.

“Janus?” 

“What?” 

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” Patton asked quietly.

Janus took a moment to think over the question, “Why are you asking me?”

“Because I think you’re probably the person I’ve hurt the most.”

Janus laughed, “Oh please. Like you could hurt me. Since when do you care about my opinions?”

“I don’t know- I’m really trying something new here, Janus.” Patton worried his lip between his teeth. 

“I see. I notice,” Janus nodded and turned to head towards class.

“Janus? Do I… seem like I have a crush on you?”

Janus stopped in his tracks, turning back slowly, “Do you have one?”

Patton shrugged his one good shoulder, “Roman says I must have one. I’m not sure. How do I figure it out?”

Janus studied the black clad teen he would have sworn had it out for him just two days ago. Who was he to answer this kind of question? And why wouldn’t he just ask Roman, the prince of failed relationships?

“I don’t know. Go on a date with me?” Janus was just as surprised at the words leaving his lips as Patton looked hearing them.

“Wait- really?”

“Yes. We can go out tonight. No need to make it formal. Just black, not black tie.” Janus nodded. It surprised him just how calm and collected he felt, proposing a romantic time together. 

Patton hummed, “um.. I assume Virgil… gave you my address,” he replied diplomatically, “would you be able to pick me up.”

“Yes. 9 o’clock?”

Patton nodded, “yeah, that works. I’ll see you then?”

Janus smiled just a bit mischievously, “yes, you will. Good luck in school today. Everyone is going to notice.”

“Notice what?” Patton asked.

“This.” Janus smirked and leaned forward, planting a lipstick stained kiss on Patton’s cheek, turning to leave just as the first bell rang out. 

Patton stood frozen like a deer, slowing reaching up to touch his cheek, “oh, shit-”

___ ___ ___

“Uh, Jannie?”

“Yes, Remus?”

“Where the fuck are we going?” Remus asked, hanging on the back of Janus’ seat.

Janus inhaled slowly, “We’re picking up my date for tonight.”

“Since when do you date?” Virgil asked, lounging in the back seat and scrolling on his phone.

“Since this morning,” Janus answered, “You two just made it look so fun I had to give it a try.”

“Ooooooooh,” Remus absolutely beamed, “so who’s the lucky virgin?”

“Come on, Re. Don’t assume,” Virgil chided, trying to pull his boyfriend back to the back seat. “Wait- I recognize this street-”

“Just shut up,” Janus growled, “You’re the ones who wanted me to date. He’s harmless and might even like me.”

“So you’re trying to go out with the guy who made our lives hell for over a year?” Virgil asked.

“I’m not being some sort of saint, I’m just curious about what Patton’s going through.”

“I’ll cancel the wedding bells,” Remus cackled as they pulled up to the door. The headlights swept over the porch, revealing Patton sitting outside in the dark. He popped up, rushing over to the passenger side of the car.

“Hey Janus- and… Virgil and Remus? What?” Patton squinted at the couple in the back seat, “is this.. A double date?”

“Somewhat. Get in,” Janus commanded, ignoring the snickering from the back seat. 

Patton climbed in and sat down, confused but not about to back out now. Not when Roman would roast him for failing to go on the first date he’s ever been asked out on. Janus pulled out of the driveway and continued on in relative quiet.

“So… where are we going?” Patton asked, a little too bright for his dark exterior. 

“You’ll see,” Janus replied cryptically.

Patton nodded and fell silent, watching the road slip by as they drove along.

“Woof. The chemistry is just bubbling,” Remus snarked after a few minutes of quiet, sitting back to cuddle into Virgil.

Virgil laughed softly, “give them time. I’m sure it’s just first date awkwardness.” He wrapped his arms around Remus and held him close.

Janus turned down a residential street and flicked off the headlights, “Well, Patton, since you’re exploring new countercultures, I figured it would be a good idea to bring you along to a protest.”

“A protest? At night?” Patton asked, fear glinting in his eyes, “what kind of protest?”

“One against ableism in the education system,” Virgil grinned, grabbing cartons of eggs from the floor of the back seat.

“Yeah! We’re gonna show that bitch what it feels like!” Remus crowed, opening the door before Janus could put the car in park and banging impatiently on the trunk. Virgil piled out as well as Janus parked and grabbed the latch to open the trunk for them. 

“This… is illegal, isn’t it?” Patton worried, glancing around the street to see if they had been spotted yet.

“Very.” Janus nodded, “but, lucky us that the Virus have the dirty work covered. We’re just lookouts tonight. Mrs. Hansen has been violating my disability accommodations. That makes my life harder when I end up missing the beginning of class because of the crowds in the hallway. So we’re making her morning a bit harder.”

“Oh.. that’s why you three were in the hallway during class time the other day?” Patton asked, voice softening at the realization.

“Yes. Sometimes we wait until after the bell anyway but she still shouldn’t be holding me back like that,” Janus explained.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t realize that,” Patton offered quietly, wincing as Remus started chucking raw eggs at the car in the driveway.

“Relax, Patton. They’re just letting off steam. I swear they would have burned the school down by now if I didn’t try to aim them at productive activities,” Janus chuckled, glancing down the road for any observers.

“Right. So… this is a date… why don’t you tell me about yourself?” Patton turned in his seat to face Janus. 

Janus slowly turned his head, “what do you want to know?”

“Um, I’m not sure. I’ve never done this before,” Patton laughed nervously, “maybe… when did you know that you’re gay?”

Janus snorted at that, “I still don’t know. You’re the first boy I’ve tried to date. You’d think hanging out around the twins would make that sort of question easy, right?”

“Right! Like, I’ve known Roman really well for years and he sure seems to know… some of what he wants. But I just don’t know how he understands what a crush is versus wanting to be friends.”

“Those two make it seem like you meet someone and suddenly they’re the only thought in your head ever,” Janus nodded to the couple who were busy laying out toilet paper strips in the shape of a penis on the hood of the car, “I’ve never understood it.” 

“Do you.. Feel that way about me?” Patton asks, “since you’re the one who asked me out.”

“Frankly, I find your change of aesthetic rather intriguing. And you seem willing to challenge some of your bullshit ideas right now, so why not?” Janus shrugs, “maybe I just want attention and don’t give a fuck about who you are. You can never know.”

Patton looked down towards his hands, folded neatly in his lap, “I think I’ve been jealous of you all.”

“How so? You seemed adamant about reporting us to the school like a narc for the past year,” Janus challenged.

“Because things like egging teacher’s houses and smoking in the hallways can cause problems for people! But, I do like how you all express yourselves.”

“Really?”

“Right. You just… get to be weird and stand out in classes. You get away with a disturbing amount of rule breaking. It seems really freeing,” Patton sighed softly, “Maybe I’m thinking about it wrong. I’ve just always felt terrified of disappointing people, and in just one day I’ve been able to disappoint almost everyone.”

“So, you’re just dressing emo to make people upset, not to express yourself?”

“I mean- maybe partially?” Patton shrugged, “I never knew you all were this criminal-”

“Patton-”

“And… I think it’s maybe hot that you all stand up for yourselves despite what people think of you?” Patton says shyly, more of a question than an opinion.

“I didn’t bring you along to impress you with like that-”

“No?”

“I thought giving Virgil and Remus a target would give us some time alone,” Janus explains.

“Time  alone to do what?” Panton leaned a bit closer.

“What we’re doing now, talking.”

“That’s all you wanted to do with me?” Patton asked, head tilted a bit.

“Did you want to kiss me?” 

“Patton-”

Patton leaned in even closer until the backdoor slammed open, sending him scrambling back to his seat, blushing bright red.

“Drive- Neighbor might be calling the cops.” Remus replied, out of breath.

Virgil nodded and Janus jumped into action to get away from the crime scene. 

“Looked like a productive date,” Remus teased as Janus slowed back down to avoid suspicion.

“Wow what a rush!” Patton exclaimed. 

“Adrenaline wasn’t the point,” Janus reminded him, “Are you two ready to head home?”

“Yeah, Remus’ please,” Virgil nods.

Remus spent the car ride back to his place giving the lookouts a play by play of the night, with Virgil interjecting with certain facts and figures.. Janus soon dropped the pair off and the silence settled between him and Patton. 

“I just… you guys get away with bad behavior all the time. I wish I could do that the same as you,” Patton spoke up eventually.

Janus sighed and pulled the car over again, this time near a park, “Do you even care about why we do that stupid shit?”

“Well, tonight was about getting back at Mrs. Hansen, right? For treating you badly,” Patton recalled.

“And skipping class is because it’s too overwhelming to sit still learning useless crap with a bunch of jerks who know nothing about what it’s like to try and navigate when your feet don’t just take you to where you need to go. They don’t care that it hurts to walk and it’s just safer to take my time with friends by my side to catch me.”

“I-”

“You just see me as some bad boy to upset people with. You don’t care how I feel about it, do you?” Janus challenged.

“That’s not true-” Patton tried to protest. 

“I’m not some average petty sinner to disappoint your family with at the holidays. I actually have feeling and wants and needs and I just- I-”

Patton reached over to take one of Janus’ hands, “It’s okay. I-I didn’t want to use you, Janus. Not in the long run. Sure, I wanted to experiment and see if Roman’s right about crushes, but I don’t want to trap you in a relationship you won’t enjoy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Janus looked away, trying to pull his hand free.

“Just remember that you asked me out tonight. So, I thought that kisses were something you’re supposed to do on dates. Can we try again without interruptions this time? See if… well, if we’ll like that sort of thing?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, yes I am. You are not a manic pixie dream boy or the dangerous rebel to scare my mom with. You’re Janus. And I don’t know you very well because I’ve never tried to get to know you. But we’re on a date. It’s past curfew. I think you at least deserve a chance at something properly romantic, since defacing property was just the distraction to keep Remus and Virgil busy. It’s too late to get food anywhere. So maybe we can try a kiss and start over again in the morning?”

Janus blinked, trying to process all of that at once. “Um… no.”

“No?” Patton sat back immediately, “did I do something wrong?”

“Not necessarily, I just… you asking makes it very clear to me that I don’t want to kiss you, Patton.” Janus tried to explain.

Patton nodded, “okay. I- actually, thank you? I- I was so scared…”

Janus chuckled softly, “I don’t think we’re crushing on each other. I’m not sure why not. But I’m glad you agree.” 

Patton nodded emphatically this time, “I very much don’t want to be the awkward one. I think… it would feel wrong or empty to try. And that’s not your fault-”

“I get it. I agree. We tried. Dating just… isn’t in our cards,” Janus laughed a bit more at that, “let me take you home?”

“Yes please. Maybe at school… we can just say hi?”

“That would be much more pleasant.”

Patton sighed softly and leaned back in the passenger seat, “I won’t tell about the eggs and toilet paper, by the way. Maybe I should ask Mrs. Hansen why she’s not letting you leave for class on time?”

Janus smiled, “That could be helpful. Maybe she just needs to see one of the responsible students concerned on our behalf.”

“Would have been a lot less illegal if you just asked me to do that in the first place,” Patton giggled, “It makes more sense than vandalism.”

“But throwing trash at her house is fun,” Janus grins, starting the car again.

“It may be fun. But there are much better outlets for the anger, I would think.” Patton grinned.

“Maybe you’ll be a good acquaintance after all,” Janus mused, pulling back out onto the road to take his definitely-not-a-date back home.

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Snow: Obispo 'Bishop' Losa x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Playing in the Snow!

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It doesn’t snow in Santo Padre; you’ve lived here for over a decade now and you’ve never had a white Christmas. You’d been pretty sure it wasn’t on the cards this year either until Bishop had stepped in.

Now you’re standing on the steps of the community centre, alongside your partner in crime watching the kids play in the fake snow that scatters across the miniature football field. Christmas can be hit and miss for kids on the poverty line, it’s filled with uncertainty and apprehension. You try to diminish that with events at the centre, one of those events is the kids Christmas Party. Every child gets a meal and a gift, there’s Christmas crackers, gingerbread, a Santa (AKA Hank) and now thanks to Bishop there’s snow.

You don’t know where the snow machine came from and honestly you don’t care because the look on those kids faces. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen some of them laugh like that.

“You did good Obi.” You say, your good arm wrapping around his waist as you hug him close. He draws you to him, his lips brushing over your hairline.

You savour this moment with him, the joy of seeing these children happy, carefree. You bury your face into the side of his neck, drinking in the scent of him, honey, leather and tobacco. It floods your senses as he clasps you to him. You know times like this are hard. His thoughts are full of Aiden, of Christmases past.

 The two of you had gone to church a few days ago, lit a candle for his little boy and for your sister.

“It doesn’t feel as heavy.” He’d told you as he sat in the pew along you, his hands clasped together in prayer. “Everyday it gets a little lighter.”

“It feels the same way with Solana.” You tell him, your eyes stinging. “She was only thirteen when I left, we didn’t have any Christmases after that but the ones we did have with her, my Mami and Papi I keep them close to my heart.”

His hand reaches for yours, fingers entwining as his thumb chases over the apex.

“Let’s focus on the good stuff, alright?” He says gruffly. “Let’s lead the lives they’d want us to live.”

He will never forget his son; the memory of Aiden will live forever in his heart, but Bishop knows it’s time to move on. He can’t keep living in the past, he’s been taking steady steps forward over the past few years, with the club, with you, but now there’s another step he wants to take.

“Do you ever think about having one of our own?” He asks you, his voice lowering an octave as his gaze lingers on the children playing in the snow.

He hears your sigh, feels it resonating through your body and his heart sinks because he knows what you’re about to say. He’s played through the whole thing in his head, he knows it’s not viable, but he wants you to know that he’s been thinking about it, that he’s looking to the future.

The truth is you do. Whenever you hold Valeria in your arms, see Bishop playing with the kids from the centre, it strikes a chord deep inside. You know he’d make an excellent father; you know you’d be a good mother but it’s not in the cards for either of you.

With Bishop’s vasectomy and your fertility issues conceiving would be virtually impossible. Adoption and fostering were highly unlikely because of Bishop’s criminal record. Those dreams of having a baby, they were just dreams, nothing more.

“Yea.” You say quietly, holding onto him just a little tighter. “I do.”

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As you know, I'm taking a few days off Tumblr for my mental health, but talking to my sister (we're both Greek mythology nerds, Epic the musical and so on) about Percy Jackson and the Olympians(the series), I came up with this concept for one of my favorite and quite undervalued gods, Apolo.

We already know about the terrible luck that Apollo has with his lovers, right? I imagine that this means that in modern times in PJ is still his normal jovial and artistic self, but he is definitely VERY protective of his lovers even if they distance themselves from him, precisely because he doesn't want them to end up the same as the previous ones (Jacinth, Daphne, etc.).

He still has biff with Cupid over this.

It also applies to his children, we know that several of Apollo's children suffered from quite unfortunate fates (dying young, divine punishments, BOTH) so I can see Apollo being not only PJ's most present father but also the most protective of all PJ. After all, he IS a caring Father in the myths too.

Maybe even Apollo has this fear so deep-rooted that he is one of the gods who has the fewest children in Camp Half-Blood (children have a lot of space in their cottage lol), both out of consideration for them and their mothers. and yet he monitors them constantly. He's like the heavenly equivalent of a helicopter parent.

I specifically ask myself what his dynamic would be like with former lovers 🤔although we know that the gods were surprisingly good chaperones with former lovers 😅

Apollo himself among them.

Apollo never EVER misses his children's call for help, fearing that it is precisely his damned luck acting against them, in any case if it is a false alarm he is just happy that his children are okay.

just...a god who really feels guilty for the pain he caused the people I love in the past and who wants to remedy it and protect those he has now.

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como saben me estoy tomando unos dias de Tumblr por mi salud mental, pero hablando con mi hermana(ambas somos nerds de la mitología griega, Epic the musical y demás) sobre Percy Jackson y los Olimpicos, se me ocurrio este concepto para uno de mis dioses favoritos y bastante subestimado, Apolo.

Ya sabemos de la pésima suerte que tiene Apolo con sus amantes ¿No? Me imagino que eso hace que en la actualidad en los tiempos modernos de PJ el siga siendo su yo normal jovial y artistico, pero definitivamente es MUY protector con sus amantes incluso si se alejan de el, justamente porque no quiere que terminen igual que los anteriores (Jacinto, Dafne, etc).

sigue teniendo una Biff increíble con Cupido por esto.

También aplica con sus hijos, sabemos que varios de los hijos de Apolo sufrieron de destinos bastante desafortunados(morir jovenes, castigos divinos, AMBOS) por lo que puedo ver a Apolo siendo no solo el padre más presente de PJ sino también el más protector de todos. Después de todo incluso en los mitos el ES un padre cariñoso y presente.

puede que incluso Apolo tenga este miedo tan arraigado que sea uno de los dioses que tenga menos hijos en el campamento Mestizo(los niños tienen mucho espacio lol), tanto por consideracion a ellos como a sus madres. y aún asi los monitorea constantemente. es como el equivalente celestial de un padre helicóptero.

Me preguntó específicamente como sería su dinámica con antiguas amantes 🤔aunque sabemos que los dioses eran sorprendentemente buenos chaperones con antiguos amantes 😅

El propio Apolo entre ellos.

Apolo nunca NUNCA falta al llamado de sus hijos por ayuda, temiendo que justamente sea su condenada suerte actuando contra ellos, en todo caso si es una falsa alarma solo se alegra de que sus hijos esten bien.

solo...un dios que realmente se siente culpable del dolor que causo a las personas que amo en el pasado y que quiere remediarlo y proteger a los que tiene ahora.

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I continue with Elin's lore and now I will talk about her family, she comes from a Swedish family with Mormon roots, her mother Emily Blomgren was a housewife and her father Henrique Blomgren owned a wine grape farm, so They lived like an upper middle class family.

Henry was not someone who liked children very much and he only had them to make his wife happy (he lived to make her happy) but he was not very present in the lives of his daughters, he was a physically present father but emotionally absent.

Despite this, Elin lived happily receiving the attention of her mother, whom she adored and followed constantly, however everything went to waste after Emily suffered a miscarriage caused by having smoked during her pregnancy.

This loss destroyed Emily emotionally and she fell into a deep depression, to the point where Henry sought advice from the family doctor who recommended a lobotomy (yep, in the 60s they thought that opening your head would solve your problems) and Henry Not being able to bear to see his wife in so much suffering, he accepted the idea and ordered a lobotomy to be performed on his wife.

But as expected, the result was not someone healed but something similar to a zombie, Emily became an empty shell that could no longer even take care of herself, much less be a mother, so with all the pain in his heart Henry had to send Emily to a psychiatric hospital.

Without Emily, Elin had to fill the role of mother for her sisters, which caused Elin to acquire her people pleaser attitude and need to take care of others.

Currently Elin has an uncomfortable relationship with her father, she forgives him but he does not forgive himself and does not see the point in trying to repair his relationship with his other daughters since the other 3 hate him with good reason.

Eleanor is the second daughter of Emily and Henry, she is a police officer who came to Gravity Falls to take care of Elin and her nephews.

Eleanor is a serious, irritable and somewhat dense woman. She is not usually very friendly and does not tolerate being ridiculed. However, unlike Edgar, she is a clean and responsible police officer who knows how to do her job and considers it an honor.

Eleanor loves her sisters very much, however sometimes she cannot connect with them not only because of their personalities but also because of their lines of work which causes them not to get together much but they always enjoy spending time together.

Elsa is the third daughter and is a renowned actress and model who is currently in Switzerland. She usually calls her sisters constantly to keep up to date with their lives.

Elsa is a sweet, cheerful and quite flirtatious woman who likes to have fun, although she also has a double-sided personality with people she dislikes, being able to spread gossip about people who mess with her and with her fame it is easy.

Elsa is usually the one who insists on spending quality time with the family and is definitely the aunt who pampers Hector and Angie the most with expensive gifts and everything they want.

Ella is the fourth and last child, she works as an architect in Oregon and usually visits Elin and Eleanor from time to time.

Ella is an inexpressive woman who does not usually talk much and prefers to work alone, however despite her somewhat intimidating attitude she is much friendlier than she seems (being the complete opposite of Elsa), her introverted attitude being what holds her back.

Ella doesn't usually take the initiative with family time but she can definitely bring out her fun side by being in trust.

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Sigo con el lore de elin y ahora hablaré de su familia, ella proviene de una familia suiza con raíces mormonas, su madre emily blomgren era una ama de casa y su padre henrique blomgren era dueño de una finca de uvas para vino, por lo que vivían como una familia de clase media alta.

Henry no era alguien que le gustaran mucho los niños y solo los tuvo para hacer feliz a su esposa(vivía para hacerla feliz) pero no estuvo muy presente en las vidas de sus hijas, era un padre presente físicamente pero ausente emocionalmente.

pese a esto elin vivía feliz recibiendo la atención de su madre, a quien adoraba y seguía constantemente, sin embargo todo se fue al caño después de que emily sufriera un aborto espontaneo producido por haber fumado en su embarazo.

Esta perdida destruyó emocionalmente a emily y se estanco en una profunda depresión, al punto en el que Henry pidió consejo al médico de la familia quien le recomendó una lobotomia(sip, en los años 60 pensaban que abrirte la cabeza solucionaba tus problemas) y Henry al no soportar ver a su esposa en tanto sufrimiento acepto la idea y mando a que le hicieran la lobotomia a su esposa.

Pero como era de esperar el resultado no fue alguien sanado sino algo similar a un zombie, emily se volvió un cascarón vacío que ya ni siquiera podía cuidarse a sí misma y mucho menos ser madre, por lo que con todo el dolor en su corazón Henry tuvo que mandar a emily a un hospital psiquiátrico.

Sin emily elin tuvo que suplir el rol de madre para sus hermanas, lo que hizo que elin adquiriera su actitud complaciente y necesidad de cuidar de los demás.

En la actualidad elin tiene una relación incomoda con su padre, ella lo perdona pero el no se perdona a sí mismo y no ve el sentido en tratar de reparar su relación con sus demás hijas ya que las otras 3 lo odian con justa razón.

Eleanor es la segunda hija de emily y Henry, ella es una oficial de policía que vino a gravity falls para cuidar de elin y sus sobrinos.

Eleanor es una mujer seria, irritable y algo densa, no suele ser muy amistosa y no tolera ser ridiculizada, sin embargo a diferencia de edgar ella si es una policía limpia y responsable que sabe hacer su trabajo y lo considera un honor.

Eleanor quiere mucho a sus hermanas sin embargo a veces no puede conectar con ellas no solo por sus personalidades sino también por sus líneas de trabajo que provoca que no se junten mucho pero siempre disfrutan de pasar el rato juntas.

Elsa es la tercera hija y es una reconocida actriz y modelo que en la actualidad se encuentra en suiza, ella suele llamar a sus hermanas constantemente para estar al tanto de sus vidas.

Elsa es una mujer dulce, alegre y bastante coqueta que le gusta divertirse, aunque también tiene una personalidad doble cara con la gente que le cae mal, siendo capaz de esparcir chismes sobre la gente que se mete con ella y con su fama es fácil.

Elsa suele ser quien insiste en pasar tiempo de calidad en familia y definitivamente es la tía que consciente más a hector y angie con regalos caros y todo lo que quieran.

Ella es la cuarta y última hija, ella trabaja como arquitecta en Oregon y suele visitar a elin y Eleanor de vez en cuando.

Ella es una mujer inexpresiva que no suele hablar mucho y prefiere trabajar sola, sin embargo pese a su actitud algo intimidante ella es bastante más amable de lo que parece(siendo todo lo contrario a elsa), siendo su actitud introvertida lo que la detiene.

Ella no suele tomar la iniciativa con el tiempo en familia pero definitivamente puede sacar su lado más divertido estando en confianza.

[ravennaortiz]

One Week

Summary: Chapter 4 of Countdown.

As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap, minor smut in later chapters.

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Rocky stared into the empty recess of her locker. She had completely cleared it out earlier in the week when she had decided to drop out. Looking into the darkness her mind wandered to the fight that she had had with Jax. He had been quick to okay it and for some reason anger had flared from deep within her. She had accused him of giving up and not caring about her. Jax had remained silent the whole time she had screamed in his face, fighting against Juice as he held her back from her brother after she had shoved him.

Her phone ringing broke her from her thoughts. "Hey, Rats gonna pick you up and take you home. Clays keeping us here later than expected." stated Jax after she answered. "Oh.... okay" Rocky replied as she frowned. They were suppose to leave for her Yosemite tonight to take some time away. "Don't worry Kiddo" reassured Jax as he heard the concern in her voice. It killed him to hear his little sister anything but happy.

Rocky walked to the front of the school a few minutes later and found Rat waiting for her. "Hey Rocky" greeted the prospect as he handed her a helmet. "Hey" replied Rocky before getting on the back of his bike. "You ready?" asked Rat waiting for her response before taking off. The ride to the Teller house was quiet each of them lost in their own thoughts. Rat was starting o question if he should be trying to patch in to such a fractured club. Especially after the events of last weekend. He knew he couldn't stay under Clays leadership but it seemed that Jax had plans and he trusted his sponsor Chibs guidance.

Santo Padre

"What do you think?" asked Gilly as he stepped back to look at the room he had been painting and fixing up for the last week. "Looks good" stated his best friend Coco with a shrug of his shoulders. "Ya know I thought with having a daughter and all you might be more helpful" replied Gilly as he shook his head. "Sorry to be a disappointment as usual" laughed Coco as they walked out of the room and headed down the stairs. "Your gonna be a great father" joked Coco as he grabbed a beer out of the fridge. "Shut up" replied Gilly as he took the beer from him and moved to the kitchen table to sit.

Charming

Jax was exhausted by the time he got home. The last week had drained him in all aspects but he knew he had to be strong for Rocky. She needed him now more than ever. Walking by her room he saw her light was still on. Poking his head in he saw she had fallen asleep already. He flipped her light off and closed the door quietly so as not to disturb her. Standing on the other side his mind wandered to how this was the last night they would be in this house together for an unknown time. That thought scared the shit out of him. Soon she would be miles away from the only family and home she knew. He once again thought if he should tell her but the shook his head the risk was to high. he had to pray that she would understand and forgive him after.

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The Preacher's Wife Series: Big Bear Lake (Part II)

Hank thinks he’s seeing a vision, an apparition. It wouldn’t be that far fetched. Ever since he had met Maggie in the clubhouse that day, she had been a constant in his thoughts, even appearing in a dream or two. Always out of reach, unattainable, and ethereal. So when he sees her standing next to the scrapyard truck, perfectly placed in the center of the circle of light from a streetlamp, he’s convinced he’s now dreaming while awake. 

And he is perfectly fine with that. 

Given his track record recently, he figures he should probably just stick with the fantasy. Reality hasn’t been very kind to him. First the trainwreck of a situation with Nails. And then there was Sara, beautiful, independent, creative Sara. Their yearly rendezvous sliding into an attempt at a real relationship. But her travel schedule kept her away more than she was in Santo Padre and with his responsibilities to the club and his mother, it just didn’t work. 

He takes a few tentative steps towards her and begins to wonder if this isn’t a dream. And if she isn’t some vision from a tired and a slightly buzzed mind, would she even humor him into responding to his greeting? “Maggie?” 

Her head turns, her eyes wide with alarm as she searches the parking lot for who called her name. Guilt hits him immediately. He didn’t mean to frighten her, or cause fear of any kind. But she’s still searching for who called her so he picks up his pace so she can see him. 

“Maggie, is that you?” he repeats, hoping she’ll recognize his voice.

“Hank!” 

The relief that washes over her face also brings him relief. And as if that wasn’t enough, the way she says his name assures him that she is happy to see him. But he can see nerves start to take over, the slight tremble in her fingers, her stumbling over words. He knows enough about subterfuge to realize she’s hiding. From what, or who, he doesn’t know. But it’s not his business, although he would very much like to make it his business. He hates seeing someone like Maggie fearful. 

He’s always had a protective streak. It’s what makes him a good El Pacificador in the club. It’s what puts Stitches in his care when situations have a possibility to go South, gives her the confidence to walk into the middle of various charters without an ounce of fear. He wants to do that for Maggie now, erase her fear and provide the confidence of knowing he won’t let anything bad befall her. 

“What are you doing here?” 

She starts to stammer, scrambling for words and excuses. Once again, he wants to calm her down, protect her from whatever it is that is causing her distress. He holds up his hand to stop her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.” 

That does seem to calm her slightly as she takes a deep breath and the smile returns. “No, you’re not prying at all. It’s just…complicated.” 

“I get that.” And he does. One of the many things that he does understand is complications. He’s trying to find the words to explain that when Maggie continues speaking. 

“I can explain it over a drink, if you don’t have anything better to do this evening.” 

Nothing could be better than spending time with her. He tries to play it cool but can’t hide the smile that breaks across his face. “I’d like that very much.” 

The smile Maggie gives him is radiant, all signs of anxiety completely dissipated. When he follows her back into the bar, the bartender gives him a curious look but once he sees the beautiful blonde woman with him, gives Hank a thumbs up. Thankfully Maggie is too busy requesting a table outside on the deck to notice the silent conversation. 

He remembers the conversation from the clubhouse about whiskey and when they pass by the bar, he points at the Monkey Shoulder bottle and the bartender gets down two tumblers. He gives the chair that’s directly under the heat lamp to Maggie, who’s already tugging her coat closer to herself. The sun has been down for a couple hours now and the chill of fall is strong.

“Rethinking being outside?” 

Maggie shrugs. “No, not at all.” The bartender sets down the whiskey glasses and the bottle on the table. Maggie’s eyes read the label and her eyebrows raise. “Monkey Shoulder, huh? Definitely don’t mind the cold now.” 

He hadn’t planned on ordering dinner, just grabbing whatever fast food happened to be one exit down the freeway. But this, the food and company, were so much better than eating anything out of greasy wrapper and paper bag. It was a treat, albeit a slightly guilt inducing one. He knows she’s married, has two children under the age of five, but that’s it. He noticed back in Santo Padre that whenever she spoke about her husband or marriage, that she fiddled with her ring. She’s not happy, that much is obvious. With the first sip of whiskey in his system, he takes another brave first step. 

“So what brings you up here?” 

Maggie fiddles with the edge of her napkin. “I’m, uh, supposed to be at a pastor's wife's retreat in Redlands. But I’m actually doing more of a personal retreat.” 

“Personal?” 

She takes a healthy drink of whiskey, gathering her bravado. “I’m a writer, a novelist. I’m working on my next book. Trying to, at least. I��m having some difficulty getting started.” 

Hank is surprised at this piece of information. Stitches never mentioned her sister was an author. “Getting away from the kids so you can write in peace?” 

Her eyes cut away from him briefly and she turns her wedding band nervously.. “Not the kids, as much as the husband. He doesn’t know that I write. Or what I write, for that matter. He wouldn’t…approve of the material I publish.” 

“He’s a pastor, right?” Maggie nods. “So what are you writing? Satanic rituals and spell cookbooks?” 

She laughs quietly but then becomes more serious. “I write romance novels, the cheap, bodice ripper types.” 

“Ah. My mother likes to read those. There’s one author she really likes. Um, Holly something.” 

Maggie drops her head into her hand and blushes to the tips of her ears. “Holly Singer?” 

“Yeah, that’s the one.” He laughs. “That’s not-” 

Maggie nods her head. “I’m afraid it is me.” 

Hank slaps the table and laughs heartily. He tried reading one of those books once. His mother wasn’t feeling well and he didn’t want to leave her alone. But he couldn’t sleep and was bored and the book had been sitting out on the dented up coffee table so he had picked it up. He managed to get through the first two chapters before having to put it down because the writing was so vivid and descriptive, he was getting more than just a little turned on by it. 

“The next time you’re visiting Stitches,” Hank tells her, “you have to come visit my mom. She would love to meet her favorite author.” 

“Well, as long as you don’t tell anyone about what I do. I, uh, I really can’t let that secret out.” 

He sees the seriousness in her eyes, the tight line of her mouth. This is more than just the fear of a disapproving husband. “What would happen if it did come out?” 

Maggie fiddles with her wedding ring some more. “Well, I would probably be outed in front of the church, disciplined, and possibly divorced.” 

“Shit. And your kids?” 

“Oh, he would get custody of them. He would most likely label me as a sexual deviant and I would be lucky to have supervised visits only.” 

“Sexual deviant?” Hank repeats. “So with so much riding on your writing staying a secret, why do you do it?” 

A smile finally tugs at her lips. “Because it’s like air to me. I can’t not do it. And, as silly as it sounds, it’s nice to imagine a world where things work out.” 

Hank feels that on a deep level, that desire for things to just work out. It’s hard sometimes, seeing his brothers finding their significant others, some having children already. He wants that person to go through life with and share the difficulties and the celebrations. It sounds, if he’s reading between the lines correctly, that Maggie wants that as well. He picks up his glass and taps it to Maggie’s. “Here’s to things working out.” 

[girlbloggerbae13]

Princesa Salamanca: Chapter 2

Chapter synopsis: Sarah misses Lalo, and Nacho isn't giving her any leeway in the relationship she's supposed to form with him in order to report back to her husband. But, lo and behold, he ends up getting shot (us viewers know why...good try pulling a fast one on Hector, Ignacio), and Sarah, along with the Salamanca twins and our local criminal veterinarian, is left to clean up the mess.

A/N: Part 2, though it's definitely not edited! I know this isn't exactly what happened between the veterinarian saving Nacho, but I wanted to show more Sarah. Any comments, reblogs, etc are much appreciated, and a special thank you to @wh0re4murdock @paigerzz and @slainmanca for liking the first part! :) I hope you enjoy part 2! Part 1 is also linked below.

Chapter 2:

“I’m telling you Lalo, he hates me,” Sarah said into the phone as she rolled her eyes. Nacho was stubborn, as promised, and he was not especially fond of her waltzing into El Michoacano like she owned the place, which technically, she kind of did.

How and why was this gringa so happy to be working with the cartel? How was she involved, and what did she contribute? And why does everyone treat her with so much respect? What has she done?

Nacho was sitting at his usual table, counting money, and he eyed the girl as she talked on the phone, twirling her hair.

“I’ve tried so much. I’ve tried asking about business, about family, about his two girlfriends at home. Nothing,” Sarah sighed in exasperation. Nacho was now giving her the death glare.

“I’m sure you’ll figure out something, sweetheart, and I’ll be there this week,” Lalo promised her. “Okay? Adios princesa.”

She closed the phone and crossed her arms. Sarah stared back at Nacho.

“What’s your deal?” She asked him. “I haven’t done anything to you.”

“What’s your deal?” Nacho asked back. “Why are you here?”

“I told you, Ignacio, I’m helping out the family business.”

“You don’t look like family. Maybe one of the side girls. A little white girl, needing help, or drugs, so she stows away with the men that run it all. And services them in return for their-”

“Marate,” Leo warned from the side of the room.

Damn right he better watch himself. She was helping him out, taking time away from her life, to come here and do what he couldn’t do himself. She was helping her Lalo. Anything for Lalo. He would be here soon, and she would be back to feeling secure. Everything was better when Lalo was with her. She would do anything for him to be with her. She would do anything for him. Anything. She was his and his alone. It was nice to think about every once in a while.

A few days later, Sarah was sitting in the back of El Michoacana, filling out her crossword book to pass the time while the twins were checking out one of the local guys that had apparently got hit. Nacho was with them. That would be one less stressor off her back if he was whipped into shape, or even taken care of completely. However, Lalo would be upset. She wiped the thought of finding Nacho dead at the accident scene out of her mind.

The phone rang. Sarah jolted up, expecting it to be Lalo. It was Marco.

“Hola primo,” Sarah said, looking back at her crossword puzzle. He spoke rushed. Nacho was shot, twice, and bleeding, but not dead yet.

“Es un veterinario en Albuquerque. Un Caldera. Encontrarlo. Encuéntranos en el garaje del padre de Varga.”

“Got it. Be there soon.” Sarah hung up the phone.

Outside was her 1970 Monte Carlo, a red one of course, a color Lalo said was his favorite on her, so it was natural that the car he would have waiting for her in ABQ was the same. Red slippers, red car, red lingerie, red blushing cheeks. It was supposed to be a lustful color, but it made her look innocent according to Lalo.

Sarah popped the trunk and switched out a pair of nude heels for black leather loafers, as well as grabbing a black leather jacket to cover up her sundress. Professional. The last thing she grabbed from the trunk was her gun, a Heckler & Koch P7 to match with her Lalo’s, and she was on her way to the veterinarian office. It took just two calls to find the right one. Doctor Caldera.

Upon her arrival, Sarah pulled down the sun visor. She pinched her cheeks and pulled out the eyedrops from her purse. Fake tears oughta get the doctor out to her car.

She ran into the office, feigning tears, of course turning the receptionist’s head away from her computer. “Please, please my cat was just hit by a car! Please, please, come out and help him!”

The woman at the front desk stood up. “I’ll grab a carrier and bring him inside right away. The doctor is in the middle-”

Sarah sobbed, protesting, “No, no, no I need the doctor please! Right away!” She rushed to the front desk, white knuckling the counter. “And my Jorge is such a skittish one, please, please just the doctor. I can’t make him any more scared than he already is. It could be his last moments! Please help my baby!”

The examination room swung open. “What is all the ruckus?” It was the doctor. “We have a waiting room-”

“No!” Sarah screamed behind tears. “Please, please doctor, you have to help me.”

The man with the glasses rolled his eyes and sighed. “Alright, Mary-Beth, I’ll be right back.”

The receptionist nodded solemnly, and the doctor, annoyed, followed Sarah out the door. Immediately after exiting the office, she wiped her fake tears away and sniffled her face back into place. “So what is it you were crying about?” The doctor asked. “Some Jorge, and a car?”

“Just get in the car.”

“Well, we can bring the animal inside,” the doctor suggested. Sarah rolled her eyes and got into the driver’s seat. “Hey, what are you doing?” He asked.

Sarah opened the passenger door and smiled sweetly. “Get. In. My. Car.”

“Is there even an animal?” Sarah tilted her head, dropping the smile, and pulled up the hem of her dress to reveal the gun in its holster. The doctor’s expression changed when he saw that, and she went back to smiling. “Woah, woah, I don’t want any trouble, ma’am.”

“Doctor Caldera. Please get in the car.”

He swallowed and sat down in the passenger seat, rubbing his now sweaty palms on his slacks.

“One of my guys, well one of my guy’s guys got shot, and we need you. He can’t go to the hospital. They’re not exactly cartel friendly, you know,” Sarah chuckled. “Anyways, they said you’re the guy to call. The Salamanca’s…you know them?”

Doctor Caldera’s jaw dropped. “No, no. I’m not helping some street gang.” Sarah revealed the gun again. “Okay, okay, okay! Just let me tell my receptionist.”

The doctor muttered to himself as he walked back into the office, shaking his head. After a minute or so, he walked back out holding a medical bag, looking just as peeved. Sarah honked. “Let’s go! We don’t have all day!”

The twins were at the garage when Sarah and the doctor pulled up. Sarah came to a quick stop, almost throwing the doctor’s medical bag out the windshield. She got out and strutted inside, where they were trying to carry Ignacio. “Let’s go, Caldera!”

This would have been much easier if they had just used the vet van to transport the dying Varga, but no, the vet didn’t want any “evidence” left behind in his place of work. Right. And leaving in a flashy red car in the middle of the day isn’t evidence in and of itself.

Sarah grabbed the bag from the doctor so he could help carry Nacho. Inside, she cleared a table full of wrenches and placed down a medical sheet that Caldera had brought along with them, along with another one folded up to be Nacho’s pillow for the make-shift procedure.

“Right here,” she said, and the men placed him down. Nacho winced and groaned in pain.

Marco helped the doctor pull off Varga’s shirt to reveal a bloody scene. Sarah grimaced as she noticed the two bullet holes, one in his shoulder and the other in his side. It appeared that there was at least an exit wound for the latter.

The doctor snapped on his blue medical gloves and clapped his hands. “You, English, come.” He motioned towards her for help.

The pair rolled Nacho onto his side so the doctor could clean out the first wound. As he faded in and out of consciousness, Nacho reminded Sarah of her son doing the same thing, moments before his final flatline. She inhaled deeply, and grabbed Ignacio’s hand out of instinct. “You’re gonna be okay,” she said calmly. Sarah didn’t know if that was the truth or not, but it’s what she used to tell Sam, and it comforted him, right? “Ignacio, look at me.”

It was almost like Nacho’s eyes rolled back into his head out of spite. Everything went black.

When he woke up, Marco was sitting next to the makeshift operating table. Nacho winced and struggled to breathe. Sarah snapped out of her brief slumber with a start, practically bouncing her head off of Leo’s shoulder. Something she still hadn’t gotten past from her time at Tuco’s was waking up like that, in a panic of where she was and who she was next to.

“Well, well, there he is,” Caldera said, moving to Nacho’s bedside.

Sarah moved towards his head and placed one of her hands on Ignacio’s unwounded shoulder, trying to comfort him. He looked at her standing above him, and since he had no energy left, Nacho begrudgingly let Lalo’s girl rub his shoulder in an effort to “soothe him”. Her mere presence pissed him off. Stupid little girl.

The doctor explained that he had to leave one of the bullets in, but the other one is fine. No nicked bowel, or at least that’s what it looks like for now, but he reminded Nacho to keep an eye on it. Then he leaned down to Nacho’s ear and whispered, “After I walk out of here, I never wanna see you again. Ever. This cartel shit is too hot for me. Got it?”

Doctor Caldera looked up at Sarah, pointing at her face. “You too. Got it?”

She narrowed her eyes, but said nothing. The doctor walked out without another word.

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Ooo Can I get 7,and...21 for Helena? 👀

Hi Laura! 💕

Thanks for the ask and let's Helena answer. It's an interview after all.

7. Who do you look up to?

Oh that’s easy. Mi papa. He’s very strong, calm and collected. I wish I could have his patience. However despite his seriousness he’s a very warm person and has a sense of humour. I always feel loved in his presence and papa believes in me. He made sure, that we were safe through all these years, that our king and military were very happy about taking us out. Papa can perfectly take care of our house and he’s good to the people. I wish to be half a Lady of a House compared to how amazing he is. Besides he’s simply a great father and a loving husband. I admit *blush* that growing up and seeing mis padres love and care for each other I wished for something like this for myself… I’m drifting off topic right now.

So yeah mi papa. ^^

21. Describe your ideal partner.

Hmm, so I love Nozel more than anything, but I wouldn’t say that he’s my ‘ideal’ partner. When I was growing up I obviously imagined a handsome nobleman, my prince charming to sweep me off my feet. Hah Gabs would say that I read way too many childhood romance novels and honestly he was right. Raen was actually my ideal type… Funny, charming, everybody loved him. However over time I suppose I learned to look past the ideals. How do they say it? Imperfection is beautiful, madness is genius and silly is better than boring. Once again I’m babbling. Back to the topic I’ve alway thought that the little things matter, so I wanted my partner to be perceptive, especially even though I try to be good at communicating, I’m only human. So I also would like for them to be patient with me. Besides all of that I want to feel comfortable around that person, to be my silly self and for them to love me for who I am… even though I’m a tease and I make fun of them a lot. This is affectionate. 

Mi amor if you’re watching this know that I love you and you might not have been my ideal type, but became someone who’s my ideal other half. ;*

[myckicade]

Mayans M.C. - 05x04

Good grief. Let's roll around in some of this for a minute.

THE ACTUAL HELL IS EZ DOING TO THIS CLUB. Not only to the Mayans, to Santa Padre, but now he's getting the Broken Saints involved in it? Nothing good can come from this. Nothing. I swear, if we end up seeing more dead animals (fake, yes, but still deeply unsettling) because of this motherfucker... I've never watched Survivor, but isn't this grounds enough to vote him off the fucking island?!

Anyhow, to balance my bitching with a positive...

How fucking cute was Bishop's little smile, "It's early for us?" ^_^. That made me SO happy, and I don't quite know why.

I was hoping it would take longer for EZ to be identified as the rat. That could have been a fun little thing to watch for another week or two, watching Kody/Katie put things together, a bit at a time. While I realize this is all happening on a one-season deadline... Y'know. I was just hoping the pacing would be a little more exciting.

On that note, that's something else I feel that I am missing with these last few seasons is that feeling of excitement that a really excellent story offers up. It's a pacing thing, and a writing thing, so caught up in this sad little monologues from various characters, we lose out on plot.

Eh. Anyway.

GILLY. That was one of the other highlights of the episode for me. Whether or not there's actually a relationship there, at the given moment, that little moment of domesticity was just beautiful. I want that for him, which probably means that he won't get it in the end. -_-. Motherfucker. Anyhow.

I found the scene with Lobo disturbing. Not in a manner that left me wanting to hide my eyes. A dude wants to take a taste of pure, cooking-phase heroin ingredients, hey, that's just Natural Selection, right there. But, the fact that a group of his brothers stood around and watched him die? I dunno'. Something about that felt so cold and disconnected. Legalities of their activities aside, it's just the feeling that this Reign of Ezekiel is bringing with it, I guess. No real love, or loyalty, just fear, and the half-silent struggle of making it to the next day. Scarcity. This season makes me think of the Four Horsemen, that they've all somehow ridden into Santo Padre, and this is it.

I mean, sure, it is, but. Y'know.

Anyway. I'll unpack that Four Horsemen thing a bit later. It gives me an idea.

All the same, I was on Sofia's side on this one, despite the forced plot device. (Again, you'd think a full patch would fucking know better?!). Sure, there may not have been time to save the guy, and, yeah, there was the cook house to consider, amongst other things, but it had to have been pretty damned upsetting to watch no one give a fucking damn. I'm really stuck on that. It just doesn't arrange well in my head.

Postive: STEPHANIE!!!! I was very happy to see her, and that she was doing so well! Smiling! That poor girl. Seriously. I'm still crossing my fingers for her to get a Happily Ever After with Hank. <3 .

Negative: FUCK, do I miss Taza. While I'm glad that his being long gone means that I (probably) won't have to watch him die, it's just not the same without him around.

SAMDINO hit Yuma. Okay. Isaac has an interesting tactic. Makes perfect sense, but, again, it could have been presented with a bit more oomph. Every time someone gets nailed, it comes across as a, "Oh, shit... Ah, well." C'mon, now. If you're at war, be at fucking war. While the pipeline is important to their survival, so is, y'know, fucking surviving.

Sorry. People are dropping like flies around EZ, and he has tunnel vision on taking out the fucking Cartel. "Undermanned, with a half-assed plan." (Thank you, Dutch).

So, I think that that about sums up my major thoughts. Now, for some random things.

The List of Shit I No Longer Care About

Emily Galindo. That's it. I don't give a damn whether she makes it out, or doesn't. I'm just tired of seeing the inside of that fucking store, man.

The Angel/Adelita relationship. It's bound to go to shit (again), and it's not even all Angel's fault, this time!

The fucking pipeline. This one may be less about not caring, and more about not being particular on how it comes out. It will make for a better ending, I think, if they fuck it all up. But.

The entire Soledad vengeance thing. I need to re-watch a few parts, but that's where I typically tune out.

Sofia's ex? I hope that doesn't become A Thing.

Proper Fucking Grammar. This post is such a mess, and y'all, I am SO SORRY for it.

The List of Shit I Care Deeply About

I want the kids - ALL of the kids - to make it out of this okay. That includes Letty. Some real Sins of the Father shit she has going on there.

I know I already said it, but please, NO MORE DEAD ANIMALS. Thank you.

Bottles. Dude reminds me of my husband, especially when he talked about what he went through as a child. I wanted to give him a big ol' hug, just because.

ALSO. His friendship with Elio? LOVING IT!! That's about as deep a friendship as I've felt in this show, all season, and I am here for it!! P.S. I'm also pissed that they've been split up. >:(. >:C. I'm so upset, now!!!!

The Angel/Miguel scene teased for 05x05. *le sighs* I am sold-and-a-half on the Family Trauma Storyline, so this should be magical.

My work, which I should be doing right now, but hey. It's a slow day.

Catch y'all next week!

- Mycki

[artisticvillain]

De nuevo yo aquí de preguntona, buenas noches

En caso de familia...los chicos serian buenos padres?

Y si es así como actuarían con MC estando embarazada ?

Esta acaso el juego inspirado en parte en la película "PIRATAS DEL CARIBE " Donde aparece Jenny Depp ? XD me encanta toda su saga de películas

Pregunta para el autor

Como prefieres al MC hombre o mujer ?

En que app haces tus dibujos?te quedan preciosos 💖

Les gustaria que MC cocinara para ellos ?

( historia alternativa)Que pasaría si vieran a MC estando sonambulo y lo vieran ir directamente a la orilla del barco para tirarse al mar debido a ello ? XD me deje llevar por la película animada de Anastacia

Good evening to you too, although it's morning for me right now :)

(I'm using an AI to translate the questions, correct me if the translation's wrong.)

If they had a family, would the guys be good fathers? And if so, how would they act towards MC when she's pregnant?

Dia would stay by MC's side 24/7 when MC is pregnant. He would be morepanicked than MC in any situation and would do everything Mc asks for. Even the things MC doesn't ask for, Dia would be there to make MC's and their baby's life easier. Once the baby is born Dia would still act the same towards you but good luck trying to take the baby from him. He will cling to the baby like there's no tomorrow. So yeah, Dia would be a great father. He'd sacrifice everything for MC and their baby. And he is probably the best dad compared to the other 3. (Once the baby grows up, Dia and his kid would basically become best friends!)

Yoru would also take care of MC when MC is pregnant but he wouldn't be as enthusiastic about it as Dia. Not that he doesn't like kids, but because MC is having a hard time. However, once the baby is born he would make sure to look after the baby and take care of the baby. Again this isn't because he cares much about the baby, he just wants MC to be less "bothered" by the baby's problems. He wouldn't neglect his child or anything but I still wouldn't make a family with him if I were you. His behaviour towards the child might change when the child grows up but that doesn't justifies anything >:(

Riley would have fun taking care of you throughout MC's pregnancy. He would make sure not to overwhelm MC tho. So a safe distance is his go-to technique. I just know he would cry at the day MC gives birth. :) And since Riley is a free spirited guy, he would want his family to be the same way. He'd get really excited about the thought of going on adventures with his family and get even closer with them. So yes he'd also be a great father.

Leon would really love to start a family with MC. And he loves the idea of having a baby with MC. He'd do everything to take proper care of MC throughout MC's pregnancy. He'd also take care of the baby once the baby is born -but not as much as he does to MC- He is a good father too, just not as much as Dia.

Is the game partly inspired by the movie "PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN" where Jenny Depp appears?

This might surprise you, but I've actually never watched any of the Pirates of The Caribbean movies. I like Jack Sparrow tho. (even though I don't have the slightest idea about the character itself lol) Sooo no it's not inspired by it :)

Do you prefer MC to be a man or a woman?

As a person who doesn't care about gender -like in general- I can't really say I'd prefer if the MC is a woman or a man. I've never imagined the MC as a woman or a man and when I try, it doesn't feel right. Sorry :')

What app do you use to make your drawings?

Thank you, I'm so happy that you find them beautiful. I use Clip Studio Paint for all my drawings.

Would they like MC to cook for them?

Who wouldn't enjoy the cooking of a loved one! (Unless they are terrible at it. Just kidding, it's the thought that counts.)

However, rather than letting you cook by yourself, Yoru would offer his help. He thinks it's such a nice moment to cook with the one he loves the most and be able to share something he's passionate about.

Leon can cook but he obviously is not the best. So he would very much like if MC were to cook something just for him.

Riley can't cook so he'd really appreciate that MC thought of him and cook for him. Riley will then proceed to cook something for MC, only for it to be a fail :D

Dia would love it too. In fact, he would hug MC from the waist when MC is cooking, and give MC some kisses along the way.

(Alternate story) What would happen if they saw MC sleepwalking and going straight to the edge of the ship to jump into the sea because of it?

Funny thing, I used to sleepwalk when I was a kid. Anyways, I don't know if the whole "don't wake the person who's sleepwalking up, it's dangerous" things is true, but our boys don't care about that at all in this situation.

They wouldn't hesitate to pull MC immediately, but if they were to be far away from MC, they would just shout MC's name really loudly so MC can wake up. That way they can gain more seconds to go up to MC and hold MC. Whoever found MC would take MC to their room and stay by MC's side till morning.

Thank you for your questions! Hope you'll have a great day :)