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leclercloml · 1 year ago

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Blaugrana Girl | PG8

pairing: pedri gonzalez x modric!reader

summary: barcelona's golden boy and La Liga's starboy, who've been single for a while and have finally started dating someone, and that someone turns out to be none other than the daughter of the famous midfielder of their biggest rival and the 2018 Ballon d'Or winner, Luka Modric.

genre: SMAU

warnings: google translated spanish and croatian, grammar mistakes i guess, incorrect match dates (to match the storyline)

author's note: I can't believe this is my first time doing a footballer fic even though football is my favourite sport alongside f1, anyways hope you guys like it

ynmodric

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ynmodric 🕶️🤍

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lukamodric10 moja prekrasna kćer 🤍 (my gorgeous daughter)

⤷ynmodric Hvala ti dad 🫶🏻 (thank you dad)

⤷username THE father and daughter duo.

toni.kr8s hermosa chica 😊🤍 (beautiful girl)

⤷ynmodric gracias, tío!! (thanks uncle)

⤷username she's basically daughter of every older player in rm 😭😭😭

⤷username it's adorable 😭🫶🏻

username she's so iconic for being a culer, I love her sm.

⤷username yeah the fact that her dad is a madrid legend but she's a culer makes it 10× funnier

⤷username she's a culer?

⤷username yupp, Luka said it himself in post match interview against barca "yeah we won, my daughter might be very sad, since she likes barcelona more"

username she's an icon, she's a legend and she is the moment.

username she's so beautiful 😭😭

username her fashion sense tho>>>>

fedevalverde Eres tan genial, ¿ser mi amigo? (You're so cool, be my friend?)

⤷ynmodric no.

⤷rodrygogoes 😂🫵🏻

⤷username rodryyyy 😭😭😭

⤷username i love these three so much 😭

username wifey.

ynmodric

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yourinstagram no I still haven't forgave him for 2 goals against us but I guess he's kinda cool.

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judebellingham I have apologised 10 times already.

⤷ynmodric yes, and I do not forgive you, and that win was beginners luck

⤷username what a bitch hating on the team her father play for and calling our rivals "us" ungrateful bastards.

⤷username WOAH calm your horses, it's all joke when Luka, Jude and other madrid guys don't mind it, why is it bothering you sm, a lot of players kid support their dad's/mom's rivals, it's common in football world chill.

⤷username "ungreatful bastard" bro she is literally the most grateful person ever.

⤷username chill out, it's all joke and just because she supports barca doesn't mean she's "ungreatful".

username i love the mad madridistas in comments, cry more.

⤷username no but imagine hating on someone just because they don't support your favourite lmfao.

username Jude x y/n 👀

⤷username say another word and I'll finna throw hands

username pedri you ain't slick with that like.

⤷username homeboy thinking he can pull her.

⤷username he's can tho-

⤷username he can but I don't think Jude will miss his chance

⤷username this is exactly what I hate, she would post just one player and the shipping is there, first with Valverde (he literally had a girlfriend) and then Rodrygo and now Jude, can you all just stop?

⤷username fr fr, like her dad plays for that club, it's obvious she's gonna be friends with the players around her age and by these shippings you all are just ruining their friendship.

username pedri liked.....

⤷username he likes all of her posts...and vice versa....

⤷username and she's a culer....

⤷username yeah we know she's a culer you don't need to mention it every 2 seconds.

⤷username yeah you're right but she's a culer 🤷🏻‍♀️

⤷username lmao 😭

⤷username Luka wouldn't like that

⤷username did he told you that?

username ok but why do I ship.

⤷username kys.

⤷username STRAIGHT to the point 💀

username alright can we stop talking about jude and pedri and talk about HER like she look so beautiful.

⤷username oh my god finally! Everyone is just "oh Jude and y/n i ship" , "oh pedri in the likes, I ship" NO! it ain't about them, it's about y/n.

⤷username she so fucking gorgeous

username mother. (she's 19)

username y/n i would lick the floor you walk on.

⤷username WOAH! now calm down there.

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username beautiful!

pedri

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pedri força barça ye FUERZA TENERIFE!! 💪🏻💔🏝️

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pablogavi vamos hermano!! (Let's go brother!!)

⤷pedri Muchas gracias hermano ❤️. (Thank you so much bro)

⤷username brothers 😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻

⤷username THE golden boys.

⤷username i love them your honour

_rl9 eras increíble pequeño (you were incredible little one)

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⤷username ahhhhh they're literally a family

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username pedri potter 🎩🪄

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username you were amazing pedri! Praying for tenerife 🫶🏻

username força pedri y fuerza tenerife!

adidas magician 🪄

⤷username adidas admin is just like us fr.

ynmodric incredible performance! praying for tenerife 🇮🇨❤️

⤷pedri muchas gracias y/n, realmente lo aprecio ❤️ (thank you so much y/n, i really appreciate it)

⤷username ajssvakdbsnkshdksdj yes yes yes

⤷username screaming!!!!!

⤷username she have commented on Lewy's acc multiple times but this is the first time she have commented on Pedri's post, we're winning!!!

⤷username the red heart 😭😭😭

⤷username y/n baby come back home.

⤷username am I dreaming???

⤷username they'll be the power couple.

username y/n's comment is gonna make a lot of madristas mad 😭😭

⤷username who even cares about them.

username vamos pedri!!! Visca barca!

ynmodric

tenerife, canary islands, spain

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ynmodric no fire could ever burn the beauty of this place 🏝️

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username she's so beautiful wtf

username y/n adopt me please.

vinijr hope you're enjoying your vacation 🏝️

⤷ynmodric very much 🌚

⤷username excuse me? What's that emoji supposed to mean?

username canary islands?? TENERIFE??!!

⤷username what's wrong with canary islands?

⤷username nothing it's just she's in Tenerife!

⤷username yeah well then what's wrong with tenerife?

⤷username you're joking right? You do know who's from tenerife?

⤷username who?

⤷username pedri, the barca midfielder.

⤷username excuse me???!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??

judebellingham spending summer alone? Might be boring af.

⤷ynmodric who said I was alone?

⤷username HELLO??? JUDE, VINI WHAT DO YOU BOTH KNOW?

⤷username WHOEVER is with MY wife, leave.

⤷username see I'm not trying to be delusional and all shit but whenever someone mention canaries or tenerife the only person i could think of is Pedri 😭

⤷username THEY would break the football internet.

⤷username i can already imagine the headlines 😭

username oh my god this was not on my 2023 bingo card.

username i always shipped them so.

⤷username me too 😭😭

username imagine pedri posting himself in canary islands after this

⤷username lmfao that would be iconic.

pedri

tenerife, canary islands, spain

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pedri summer break 🏝️

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username ALRIGHT WHAT THE FUCK, PEDRO GONZALEZ LOPEZ, WHO GAVE YOU RIGHTS TO COME ON INSTAGRAM HALF NAKED??

username the muscles I'm on my knees.

username I PREDICTED IT! NO ONE CAN SAY OTHER WISE.

⤷username predicted what?

⤷username go check y/n modric's post, her and pedri are spending summer vacation together !!!

⤷username I JUST DID HELLO??!! SOMEONE EVEN COMMENTED SAYING "imagine pedri posting himself in canary islands after this" and he did 😭!!

⤷username he saw the comments and went like "alr let's give you all what you want" icon fr. 😭

pablogavi I wonder when was the last time I saw that location on a post 🤔.

⤷pedri keep wondering.

⤷username under y/n's post!!!

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⤷username he liked!!!

⤷username they're together 😭

⤷username Jude punching the air rn

⤷username they were just friends.

⤷username pedri and y/n THE power couple

username if they ever had kids yk the midfield genes are gonna be crazy

⤷username they've not even confirmed their relationship yet and you're already talking about kids 😭😭

username this is MY roman empire

_ferminlopez looking good hermano 😉

⤷username HE KNOWS.

username this was not on my 2023 bingo card

⤷username same 😭

⤷username it was on no one's 😭😭

username SO WE CAN SEE Y/N WEARING A BARCA JERSEY???

⤷username never

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ynmodric

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ynmodric it was supposed to be a surprise or soft launch or whatever but y'all are literal Sherlock Holmes, so here it is, the love of my life, the most precious thing to me, MY beautiful boyfriend, te amo bebe ❤️ (AND don't worry y'all dad approves)

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pedri was the last pic really necessary???

⤷ynmodric what? you look cute!!!

⤷vinijr you really do 😹

⤷username lmao 😭

⤷username divided by rivalry united by y/n

⤷username el clasico gonna be more fun now

pedri te amo mucho ❤️

⤷ynmodric te amo mucho también❤️

_ferminlopez we're not sherlock holmes, you both are just stupid.

⤷ynmodric OK rude.

⤷pablogavi he's right tho, you both made it so obvious 💀

⤷pedri go away, both of you.

⤷username I'M DYING 😭

⤷username i mean they're not wrong, they both made it so obvious

lukamodric10 where did you get that picture from???

⤷ynmodric I have my ways don't worry.

⤷username I'm speechless.

pedri mi mujer 🫶🏻 (my woman)

⤷ynmodric yours only 🤍

⤷rodrygogoes gross 🤢

⤷ynmodric go away hater.

fedevalverde hermoso 😍 (beautiful)

⤷ynmodric thank you fed, but why tf do you comment like a 30 year old aunt.

⤷fedvalverde I do not??

⤷username you do 😭

⤷username I'm sorry valverde but you do 😭😭

username LUKA'S PIC I'M DYING, SHE'S SO ICONIC 😭

⤷ynmodric I mean you guys were so worried about his reaction and all stuff so

⤷username AHHHHHH!!!! SHE REPLIED

⤷username you won 😭

username Y/N IS WEARING A BARCA JERSEY, IN A MATCH!!?? WHY DIDN'T ANY OF US SAW THIS BEFORE

⤷ynmodric I'm surprised you sherlock people didn't found out earlier, guess i outsmarted you all.

⤷username outsmarted us fr fr

username they're the IT couple

username pedri you better treat my woman right or else 🤺

⤷username stop you're embarrassing.

⤷username 💀💀💀

lukamodric10 sviđa mi se, dobar je dečko 🤍(I like him, he's a good guy)

⤷ynmodric zaista je vrlo simpatičan (he indeed is very likeable)

⤷judebellingham @/pedri you have the approval from big man

⤷pedri appreciate it 🤍

⤷username never in my 1000 year of life i would've thought that barca players and real madrid players would have this kind of interaction

⤷username me too girl me too

pedri te amo ❤️

⤷ynmodric Yo también te amo ❤️

pedri

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pedri my no. 1 fan aka the love of my life, te amo mucho ❤️

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ynmodric proud to be the no.1 of the most perfect boy known to mankind

⤷pedri hi this is fer, pedri just throw his phone across the wall and started sprinting in the entire house

⤷ynmodric help what 😭😭

⤷pedri not true!!!

⤷feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr he's blushing like a school girl

⤷ynmodric he do look very pretty with those pink tint on his cheeks

⤷feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr he died, dead.

⤷username this have to be the cutest most adorable-st and funniest reply chain I've ever read.

⤷username pedri is whipped 😭

pablogavi i had to watch you both make out infront of me to get that picture and in return i get no pic credits????

⤷pedri it's not about you.

⤷pablogavi it should be.

⤷ynmodric 📸; angry bird

⤷pablogavi I am not???!!!

⤷pedri you are

⤷ferrantorres you are

⤷_ferminlopez you are

⤷judebellingham you are

⤷vinijr you are

⤷username not Jude 😭😭😭

⤷username my man played 1 match against him and already looked devastated 😭

⤷username divide by rivalry united by yn and pedri

⤷username that rhymes 😭😭

username this is the most iconic thing ever happened after 18.12.22

ynmodric mi amorrrrr ❤️

⤷pedri ❤️❤️❤️

⤷username cutiesss 😭😭

ynmodric fuck it, imma pull a frenkie, 👵🏻❤️👴🏻

⤷pedri lmfao😭

⤷mikkykiemeny stop 😭😭

⤷frenkiedejong what's wrong with that emoji??!

⤷ynmodric absolutely NOTHING 🫶🏻!

⤷username she's so fucking iconic!!!

⤷username my favourite wags.

username they're literally the cutest and the best couple ever

username they're an absolutely icon

username do you want real love or do you just want what they have.... what's the difference actually??

username bro scoring on and off pitch

ynmodric Te amo mucho mi amor ❤️ (i love you so much my love)

⤷pedri Yo también te amo mucho mi amor❤️🫶🏻!!(I love you so much too mi amor)

⤷username GOD IT'S ME AGAIN

username they're the best fr

username i love them your honour.

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedri x you #pedri smau #fc barcelona #fc barça #football #football fic #footballer x reader

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lgbtlunaverse · 1 year ago

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Wildly veering into the realm of headcanon here but I think jgy has, like, deeply embarassing and intense fantasies about nie mingjue being courteous to his mom.

He has them about everyone to some extend it's his favorite way to calm down. Close your eyes, imagine your mom decked out in gold, her hair bound up, everyone bowing to her. It's how he gets through meetings without murdering everyone. But I think nie mingiue in particular is a very common solo target for these.

Lan Xichen gets his own special edition too, but it's not the same. Because he has a very clear and realistic picture of what he'd actually do. They don't talk about his mom that much but whenever she comes up xichen is always like well she sounds like a kind woman trying to make the best of her situation 😊 and everytime he thinks about them interacting there's a risk of it getting sad because oh if only...

Jin guangshan? Complete opposite end of the spectrum. It's very gratifying to imagine his mom getting everything she wanted but it's also too unrealistic. Even when still desperate for approval he knows what his father is like. He indulges in them from time to time but it's like the whole time there's an alarm flashing red overhead and going "out of character! Out of character!"

But Nie mingjue. Ohhhhh. Perfectly in the middle. Possible, but improbable enough it be exiting. Sure, he's an honourable man who didn't judge him for his background but he judged him for a whole lot of other things. Did he not discard jin guangyao just like his father threw away his mother when he got bored of her? He's both so easy to admire and so easy to be angry at and it's tantalizing.

He imagines himself walking arm in arm with his mom, in better health than she's ever been, dressed more luxuriously than even the wives of sect leaders on their wedding days, and Nie Mingjue comes up and bowes to her deeper than any sect leader should bow to anyone. Maybe even takes her hand and kisses it and dream!jgy gasps because that is so improper for any unmarried man to do to a woman not of his family!! But Nie Mingjue just looks confused because why shouldn't he pay Meng Shi the respect she so clearly deserves? If people interpret it wrongly that is their problem. Not even er-ge would do that. Would avoid inappropiate touches as a proper lan should but Nie Mingjue? Mingjue doesn't care about those things, if he wants to tell jin guangyao's mother she is the most elegant and radiant woman he's seen in the entire jianghu he will do so because he means it, dammit.

You can't call them horny exactly but they are carnal. This is a deep base desire he's satisfying here and oh does nie mingjue do his job well.

I think he has them, like, almost every day. I think he wakes up from them blushing I think he daydreams about it every single time he and Nie Mingjue talk. Even if it went bad. Especially if it went bad.

I think after the stairs incident the dreams mortifyingly increase dramatically for a few days. He sees it play out behind his eyelids everytime he so much as blinks. Imagines Nie Mingjue down on his knees kowtowing, apologizing to his mother, imagines him being outraged at his real self's words. Dishonourable, unfair, he would never say that. He closes his eyes when he first plays the song of turmoil for nie mingjue and imagines it the entire time. And when he's done he takes a deep breath and then he fucking beats the thought to death and stuffs it away with all the other feelings he's repressing and then never thinks about it again.

Nothing else is ever that satisfying but sometimes sacrifices must be made.

#mdzs #mdzs headcanons #mo dao zu shi #nieyao #? sorta #this doesn't have to be shippy #but like i said. carnal.#i think nmj's complete lack of respect for etiquette makes him prime fantasy fodder #in real life it has the downside of you know. consequences. but in his own head it's fun to indulge in #meng yao #jin guangyao #nie mingjue

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newkatzkafe2023 · 11 months ago

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@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Y/N was a Ninja thief?

Oh that's what you meant😯 alright let's do this😊 (Y/N) is monkey By the way you know to add to the mischief😈🤭

(Lmk Wukong) Man this is so not fair is this what he was like. Peaches have been going missing like crazy for the past few days and it's annoying to hell out of him. That's why he set up a trap one night and left a The best good of peaches out in the open and then He'll see who is stealing from him. The next Morning he goes down to his trap and finds a A ninja not just any ninja a female monkey ninja. She didn't look troubled by the trap but rather happy than she got caught. When he confronts you when asked why you're stealing from him. You tell him You want immortality too Man he really is getting a taste of his own medicine

(MK reborn wukong) You steal from him?! you are a braver person than I😨. I believe you're going to encounter each other during the journey when friutie was around. You saw how he deals with the little creature. And you think you could do a better job with that? So one day you just took him. And doing that Provoked the wrath of the king who's coming for you. Except you weren't doing any harm. If anything you are catering to the little one's needs like a mom. While teasing the king himself And that was kind of you guys's relationship parents arguing about what's best for their child🤣🤣🤣

(Nezha Reborn Wukong) I don't think he'll pay you any mind if you come around and take things from him. He would not care until you steal something crucial let's say his mask😈😈😈. You would finally get on his last nerve And now he's chasing you all around the city. Trying to get it back from you. But he finally catches you. Yeah I thought he asked what do you exactly do you want from him. You will tell him that you want his attention. And you finally got it before running off. Now something tells him this isn't the only time he'll have to deal with you😒

(HIB Wukong) This happens during the events of the movie And I don't even know what you can steal from him. Maybe those two kids that hang out with him. It was easy to show them that they weren't in Any real danger in fact You tell them that it's your turn to take care of them. You heard their story about monsters coming to invade their village And that filled you with anxiety too You because something bad might happen to the two. When he does come for them. And he's about to put you in the ground. You quickly moved out of the way and told him that you're going to be assisting him with the children and with the monsters for now on. And that's how all this started

(Netflix Wukong) God it was like he was dealing with a schoolyard bully. You are always stealing his staff from him. And the worst part is the staff that is very much alive allows it to happen. If anything to troll the poor thing, it flies right back into your hands when he tries to steal it back. You also tend to run away from him when you do, get your hands on his staff. It is a hot mess man but I think he low-key enjoys it. At least the thief is a cute monkey girl.

Feel Free to Reblog😇👍

#monkey king netflix #monkey king reborn #monkey king x reader #nezha reborn #x female y/n #lmk monkey king #monkey king hero is back

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luv4fandoms · 2 years ago

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Santa is real! (DwayneXFemVamp!ReaderxLaddie)

This ask was so freaking adorable that I just HAD to finish up my little Dwayne x Reader x Laddie Christmas stories with it. I know we've all probably been through something like this and I know my mother did a lot to convince me that Santa was real for as long as she could. I hope you like the final story Anon, thank you so much for the prompt!! ❤️ And Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night 🦇😊☃️🎄

(this prompt was so cute it deserved two gif images lol)

Word count: 2,528

Pairings: DwayneXFemVamp!Reader (Romantic) Laddie x FemVamp!Reader (Maternal)

Warning: EXTREME FLUFF AND CHRISTMAS CHEER! Dwayne being an amazing dad, the boys and Star being an amazing aunt and uncles, Laddie being sad for a little bit.

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

It had started out a normal night on the boardwalk, everyone was riding rides, playing games, scoping out that night's meal, and just having fun. You and Dwayne were currently walking down the boardwalk hand and hand with Laddie, the little boy happily walking between the two of you, holding your hands as you swung him every now and then. You were currently on your way to the ice cream place to grab a treat before you met up with the others again.

"Mom you can't pick Vanilla again"

"What is wrong with Vanilla?"

"It's such a boring flavor"

"I beg your pardon"

"It kinda is"

"Oh no you are not jumping in this sir"

"See even Dad agrees"

"What if I get French Vanilla…it's not boring…it's French"

"..."

"Fine! What are you going to get hmmm?"

"Superman!"

"Well I can suddenly see how you thought my choice was boring"

"What about you Daddy? What are you gonna get that isn't as boring as my Vanilla?"

"Probably cookies and cream"

"Cookies and…. THAT'S JUST VANILLA WITH COOKIES!"

"Exactly, so it's not as boring"

"I swear to God Dwayne"

"Come on mom, pick something we're almost there!"

"Fine…I'll get Mint chocolate chip"

Dwayne smiled at the two of you while you relayed your order before he paid the man behind the counter.

"Vanilla isn't boring" you grumbled.

"It's ok princess, we love you even if you like boring stuff" He smiled while wrapping his arms around you.

"Don't say that too loudly, I do like you remember" you smirked, earning a laugh from him while he leaned in and gave you a kiss.

"Hey mom can I go look at the new comic place while we wait?" Laddie asked, looking over at the new comic place that took over the old Frog's shop.

"Sure go ahead sweetie" you nodded, watching as Laddie ran off, he would still be within eyesight after all. Looking back at Dwayne you noticed that soft look in his eyes.

"What?" You laughed.

"I'm just glad you showed up here. Laddie really needed a mom"

"Well I'm more than happy to be it, especially with the perks of comes with" you smiled, taking yours and Laddie orders when the man handed them to you, Dwayne taking his own.

"Perks?"

"Yeah, I mean after all" you spoke while looking around, before leaning in close to whisper.

"Between you and me, he's got a smoking hot dad" this just made Dwayne laugh before he wrapped his arm around your waist, leaning down to kiss your neck as the two of you made your way towards where Laddie ran off to…what you didn't expect was to see him looking absolutely crushed.

"Sweetie what's wrong?" You asked, squatting down to try to look at his face as he stared at the ground, but he simply shook his head, not meeting your gaze.

"What's wrong?" Dwayne asked, also squatting next to you while placing his free hand on Laddie's shoulder…That was when the two of you heard the young boy sniffle.

"Is Santa not real?" He asked in a very quiet, defeated voice.

"What? Who said that?" You asked, instantly going into mama bear mode, looking around for whoever the demon was that told your little boy such lies.

"I was talking to a kid in the comic book shop who said he asked Santa for the newest Superman comic, and then these older boys came and said that we were babies for still believing in Santa, and that he wasn't real" he explained, finally meeting your eyes with his own tear filled ones. Your heart instantly shattered, not only for Laddie but for the other little boy who was no doubt crying to his parents as well at this moment. Those boys had absolutely no right to snatch the innocence of someone away like that, and honestly if they had been adults and not children you would already know who your meal would be for the night, as of right now they were tiptoeing that line.

"Laddie don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about" Dwayne told him, letting the boy collapse in his arms.

"But what if they're right dad?"

"They aren't"

"How do you know"

"Because your mom is friends with Santa" He smiled while looking at you, you two had already talked about what you would say if a situation like this ever occured, you had honestly wished it never would, but just to be safe.

"You are?"

"Yup!"

"How?"

"Well when I was about your age, I stayed up late one night, with my parent's permission of course, and waited to see him. Now living in the south we didn't have a fireplace for him to come down so he had to come in through the front door. So I was prepared. And I met him, and we became really good friends. So much so that he lets me in on his secrets" you smiled, telling your story while Laddie took his ice cream.

"Can I know a secret? I promise I won't tell anyone! Please mom!"

"Ok ok…this isn't one I'm supposed to tell you buuut…I don't think he'll mind. He told me that he is going to make a special stop to the cave this year"

"REALLY!?"

"Really! But you'll still have to follow all of Santa's rules though ok"

"Ok! I will!"

"Ok, shall we head back now?"

"Yeah let's head back!"

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So here you were, Christmas Eve, returning back from a friend's house who let you use her oven to bake some cookies for Santa with Laddie and the boys. Of course Dwayne was invited because Laddie thought it should be a family event. And that led to Paul giving Laddie puppy dog eyes asking if he could come since he was his big brother, which in turn led Marko to want to come, which led David to come to keep an eye on everyone, and Star to come to actually help if needed. Because let's be honest, Paul and Marko weren't going to be too helpful and David was going to just supervise…Which is exactly what happened. So after many apologies to your friend, and a couple of dozen cookies later, you were all heading back to the cave, a very happy Laddie walking between you and Dwayne, holding the cookies. A very done David and Star, and an icing and flour covered Paul and Marko.

"I still don't understand how you two managed to get that much icing on you…we didn't even make that much" you spoke when you entered the cave.

"Magic" Paul smiled, scooping a bit off his cheek and dabbing it on your nose. You quickly wiped it off and ushered them back outside.

"Go clean off before you get it everywhere"

"Ugh, fine mom" Paul playfully groaned. Marko was already heading towards the water since he was a bit more concerned that it had gotten in his hair and was beginning to dry. You turned back towards the group and noticed Laddie yawn, good, your plan to tire him out early tonight had worked.

"You tired Sweetie?" You asked, brushing his hair out of his face while he sat on Dwayne's lap.

"No, I can stay up"

"You know you're not supposed to stay up to try and catch Santa" Dwayne told him.

"But mom did!"

"Mom is very naughty sometimes" he said while looking at you, God you sometimes hated how easily this man could fluster you.

"But she made friends with Santa"

"But I also got a warning that year to never do it again, after all, that's one of Santa's rules" you told him.

"But I'm not sleepy" he said before breaking off into another yawn.

"Come on, how about your mom and I read you a story before bed?"

"Twas the night before Christmas?"

"Definitely" you smiled, watching as he jumped down and slowly went around saying goodnight to everyone before going towards his bed. You and Dwayne followed before you shot a wink towards everyone, their cues. Just as Dwayne finished the last line of the book, Laddie drifted off, and you both gently and slowly untangled yourselves from the boy. You made your way out into the main area again and found all the boys had gathered the stuff, ready to be placed in their right spots.

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"What are we doing again?" Paul asked as you, him, and Marko all walked the boardwalk, it had been a couple nights since the incident, and only a few nights left until Christmas, most stores were sold out of things but you knew these two would be able to help you grab everything you needed…be it paid for or not.

"We're gonna get everything possible to make Laddie believe in Santa again"

"Stronzo...I still can't believe some little punk told him that" Marko seethed, just as angry about the situation.

"Yeah honestly that kid needs his ass kicked, who goes around telling little kids that Santa isn't real?! Like that is the biggest crime you can commit!" Paul added, all of you felt so protective over Laddie, and knowing that he could have such an innocent thing snatched from him made all of you upset.

"Agreed, but that is why we are going to change Laddie's mind. Dwayne and I have already convinced him that I know Santa and that he'll make a special stop at the cave this year…only thing we have to do is make it look like he did" You all stopped in front of the all year round Christmas store on the boardwalk, all of you exchanging a look.

"Ready boys?"

"Leave it to us!" Paul smiled while opening the door for you and Marko.

"With us along sorella, we'll have him convinced for sure" Marko smiled, slinging his arm around your shoulder while you two walked in, Paul close behind.

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So here you all were, quietly putting your plan into action, even Star and David were helping out as they decorated the tree that Dwayne had pulled in. Marko and Paul unleashed the cans of fake snow they had gotten all over the cave, quietly laughing to themselves as it began to rain down all over the floor as well as the walls from their snow fight. Once you were done putting up the few ornaments you had acquired and David put the star on the tree, you had Marko lightly mist the tree with snow from above to make it look like Santa had brought it with him. You then got a plate and glass out for some cookies and milk, and as everyone ate and drank you wrote a letter, smiling as you did and remembering the letters your own mother would write that were "from Santa", they always did make you excited every year. Finally, with full bellies and boosts of pride, the boys and Star all said goodnight and went to bed, leaving you and Dwayne up.

"Last thing?"

"Last thing" you smiled at him, following him to the cave entrance and watching him walk out before making the path of flour, from the entrance all the way to the tree, over to the cookies and back. Dwayne walked along the path, leaving very clear boot prints as he took the path that Santa would take. He flew over to you once he was done, making sure to not mess anything up, and gathered you in a hug from behind.

"He's gonna love it"

"I hope so, I don't want my baby boy not to believe in the magic of Christmas anymore" you pouted while looking towards where his bed was.

"With you as his mom, I don't think that's possible" he smiled at you, kissing your head.

"Well him having an amazing father like you definitely helps" you laughed, reaching behind you to rest your hand on his cheek, your other resting on the hands around your waist.

"We make a good team"

"We really do," you said with a smile as you looked back at him, sharing a kiss before retiring to your darkened corner.

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The next night you were awoken by Laddie excitedly calling for you and Dwayne. Rushing towards the main area (just in case he wasn't yelling for you both for the reason you thought) you were greeted by Laddie with a smile from ear to ear.

"HE CAME! SANTA CAME!"

"I told you he would," you giggled while hugging him.

"He even brought snow! And he ate the cookies we made!"

"He must have really liked them, there isn't any left" Dwayne said with a smirk, looking at you while you both remembered Marko and Paul eating the most cookies.

"He even left a note mom!" Laddie smiled.

"Oh really? What does it say?"

"Whoa! What happened here?" Paul asked, looking all around the cave, successfully playing his part.

"Who brought the north pole to California?" Marko asked, jumping onto the couch.

"Santa did!"

"Well didn't have to leave snow on everything" David said while brushing the fake snow off of his wheelchair and giving Paul and Marko a pointed look.

"Laddie, what do you have there?" Star asked while pointing to the letter in his hands, causing the boy to remember it.

"Santa left a note! It says."

"Sorry I couldn't put up a better tree or bring too much snow, this old mans' got his agenda busy you know, I gotta give presents to the whole world after all! Ho Ho Ho! Don't believe in the lies those naughty kids tell you Laddie, they say I don't exist because they got coal for being on the naughty list. I'll even let you keep one of my reindeer's bells! See ya next year boy! P.s: I loved the cookies and milk, it was a good snack ;)" He finished, picking up the bell that was beside the cookie plate and ringing it.

"See! Those boys were just being mean cause they knew they were on the naughty list"

"Yeah! You were right mom, I feel bad for even doubting Santa" Laddie spoke, pouting a bit.

"Don't feel bad, I'm sure we've all been there" Dwayne told him.

"Oh without a doubt, Santa doesn't hold grudges" you smiled.

"If he did I doubt he would have left you something" Dwayne nodded towards the tree, to which Laddie immediately whipped his head around, having been so caught up in everything else he hadn't noticed the present laying under the tree.

"I GOT A PRESENT!" He cheered, rushing over towards the wrapped gift, and excitedly tearing into it.

"What did I get?" He chanted while tearing away the paper.

"IT'S A SKATEBOARD!!" He cheered, holding it up for everyone to see.

"I can be just like you now dad!" He smiled while running over to Dwayne.

"We gotta get you one too mom, so we can be the skater family!" He added.

"Yes we do" Dwayne smiled at you as well

"Well...I supposed if I had an amazing teacher I would consider it" you sent a smirk towards Dwayne.

"I'd love to teach you both"

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thesexydancingcrepe · 2 years ago

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What are the personalities for your ITTW fan kids just curious

Thank you for showing an interest, I'm happy to answer 😊✨️

The Sun family Children 💕

💙 Houzi, the oldest

He looks exactly like Sun Wukong but has social anxiety that causes him to panic, as in go all demon face screaming to try chasing whatever is freaking him out until one of his family members calms him. He pretty mild mattered, but if he's out in public too long, he gets pretty scary. It's because of this flip that people misunderstand that he is as chaotic as Wukong. He's a good older brother as he tries to keep his siblings safe as they play. He's easy to annoy and easy to calm.

🩷 Mimi, the oldest sister

Absolutely loves attention and praise. She loves dressing like a princess whenever she has she has the chance. Encourages all of her siblings' schemes and mischief but prefers to remain on the sidelines or plays as the distraction (to keep tidy). Disturbingly great liar and actress, a skill that comes in handy when things get too real. Is an absolute daddy's girl and loves to play with her dad.

🖤 Tianyu, Willow's older twin

A chaotic ball of energy. He has no real rhyme or reason for the things he does. His brain goes "OH LOOK AT THAT! NO THAT! LET'S EAT AN APPLE! NOW, LET'S PAINT A FENCE! NO WAIT, LET'S PAINT THE HOUSE!!!!" The answer he gave his mom was that it's sounded like fun at the time 😆. He doesn't mean any real harm he just wants something fun to entertain him. Even when he's asleep, he wags his tail or runs in place.

🩶 Willow, Tianyu's younger twin

VERY calm and peaceful. Likes painting, playing soft music, and humming. She is very goofy like her brother but has so much more restraint and patience for things. She plays all the time with her brother but at her own pace. Is very smart and usually the one the make all their schemes work. Prefers wearing loose and comfort clothing for easy movements and really likes bodies of water, especially waterfalls.

💜 Jango, the third son

A very quiet, stoic and well-behaved child. Spends most of his time quietly reading books until his mom gets back and then BOOM! He has the biggest smile and immediately goes running to her. He loves his Mama more than anything! Cooking with mom, reading with mom, laundry with mom, and even sleeping with mom are like a holiday to him! He gets very mad and jealous when his dad gets HIS Mama all to himself for "special private hugging time." When she leaves again, he goes back to being calm and stoic, but at least he has his lovely siblings to help him pass the time until she gets back. He is the biggest Mama's boy ever and is truly respectful of women as a whole.

"Mama is a woman and she can do Anything! So all women can too right!" 😃✨️

🧡 Bao, the oldest triplet

Bao LOVES stealing shiny things ✨️ 😍. Gold, jewelry, marbles or glass beads, this one will do whatever to get their mitts on them. Bao keeps all the shinys in a discreet location along with all the other things the other two stole. Has the best memory in the family perfect for casing joints. Became obsessed with shinys when one day they saw the light refract against their mother's glass bead earrings and thought it was the prettiest thing ever. Only close family members get picks from the triplet's treasure pile. All else beware of your belongings. The most excitable one in the group and the most impulsive, always quick to tease and gloat to their victims. Really like their older brother Tianyu and sister Mimi since they always come off as super self-assured and confident.

🩵 Kai, the second triplet

Kai ADORES soft things. Baby blankets, plush toys, fur rugs and coats Kai wants them all. They prefer hugs from fluffy haired, soft curvy Mama rather than muscle hard dad (dad's fur is pretty soft though). Has the softest touch you will ever know, so a rather talented pick pocket and robber. Really likes the beach near their mountain home (the sand is like powder). The soft and gentle one in the group even laughs softly, which contrasts their perma-grin. Always checks in on siblings emotionally. Enjoys spending time with Houzi and admires him deeply.

💚 Longwei, the third triplet

Longwei is OBSESSED with all things art and pretty. Will not hesitate to steal your paintings, tapestries, sculptures, or any fancy looking books. They appear to be the most laidback in the group but are actually the most cunning. They always have an exit strategy and are always looking for the angle with other people. Surprisingly superstitious always keeping a jade clover his mom gave him in his pocket for luck. They are a major smooth talker and love to scam people for giggles. Enjoys Willow's and Jango's company the most. Love having alone time in the forest, surrounded by the natural beauty and sounds of Mother Nature.

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boston-babies · 1 year ago

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Welcome Home..

A/n: here’s part one😊

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You had Teddy on your hip as you walked up the steps to your parents house. You knocked on the door and waited a moment and your mom answered. She looked surprised “y/n” you gave her a watery smile “hi momma” she smiled back “come in baby” you walked in and she closed the door behind you.

You looked around the home you grew up in and smiled seeing that nothing had changed at all. Your mom sounded concerned “are you okay lamb?” You set Teddy down and turned to face your mom “can Teddy and I stay here a while momma?” She nodded “of course lamb” she noticed how you were trying to hardest to not cry and walked over to pull you into a tight hug “it’s okay baby, I’ve got you”.

You broke down and cried into her shoulder and she rubbed your back “shhh..” After a few moments she knew you were calming down when you took a shaky breath and yawned “there you go little lamb” she pulled back and wiped away your tears “why don’t you put Teddy down for bed and get yourself settled and when you’re ready we can talk” you nodded and took Teddy upstairs.

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You came down an hour later after Teddy had finally fallen asleep. You found your mother sitting at the kitchen table, writing in an old leather bound book. You use to joke it was her spell book because of how ancient it looked. She didn’t even turn around “ready to talk little lamb?” You sat next to her at the table “I haven’t seen daddy?” She laughed “oh he’s off on one of his adventures with his friends” you nodded and nervously played with your fingers and she placed her hand on top of yours “what happened Lamb?”

Your bottom lip wobbled and your eyes watered “Chris and I are fighting..and it’s really bad momma..I don’t think we’ll come back from this..” she held your hand tighter “oh honey..” you wiped your eyes, I just wanted to come home for a bit..clear my head..” she nodded “and the kiddies?” You sighed “They’re going on a group trip with all their friends and they’ll be away for a while so I thought this would be a perfect time..”

She studied you for a moment and leaned forward to move some hair from your face “my darling girl, what have I always told you?” “To trust that the stars will make what was broken, right once more..” she smiled “exactly, give them time. Things will work out”. You just nodded and she stood “I think you need some hawberry and lemon tea” she started maneuvering around the kitchen and you giggled “your cure for a broken heart?”

“Of course, it works like a charm every time” she got her kettle and started filling it with water “could you go to the greenhouse and get some berries and a lemon?” You nodded “sure momma” you stood and walked through the back door that lead right to the greenhouse. It was just as cozy as the house. Flowers and herbs growing lusciously all around. Small bottles of your mother’s brews strewn about. You found the lemon and berries with ease.

You quickly picked them and headed back inside. You cleaned the fruits off and sliced each one in half and carefully dropped them in the kettle to steep. She stirred the mix around and after about five minutes it was ready. She poured you a mug and handed it to you “drink this and go rest my darling, I promise you’ll feel better in the morning” you nodded and gave her a hug “goodnight momma” “goodnight my little lamb, sleep well”

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You woke in your bed and looked out of the window to see snow gently falling and a small smile appeared. You slowly got up and stretched and made your way to the pack and play and lifted Teddy out “good morning my sweet boy, let’s go get some breakfast with grams”

You came downstairs and walked right past the living room only to see your father sitting in his favorite chair by the fire, reading the newspaper “daddy?” He looked up at you with a smile “hey turtle dove, mom said you were here” you smiled “momma said you were off on one of your adventures” he nodded “I was but when she called me and told me you were here, I knew I couldn’t miss seeing my girl”. You readjusted Teddy on your hip and shifted from foot to foot “did momma tell you anything else?”

He shook his head “only that you were feeling a little down and wanted to be home for a bit”. You nodded “yeah..” He quickly changed the subject “I see you brought one rugrat, where are my other four?” You giggled “off on adventures of their own” he nodded with a smile “that’s great to hear. Why don’t you two go get some breakfast and we can talk more later” you nodded, gave him a quick hug, then left for the kitchen.

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You saw your mom cooking away and placed Teddy in his height chair “can I help momma?” “Nope, I got this all set little lamb. Just sit and make yourself comfortable”. You sat and leaned your head against the palm of your hand. You watched your mom for a bit, then spoke “I missed you momma” she smiled as she brought over plates for you and her and a bowl for Teddy “I missed you too little lamb”

“I’m sorry momma..” she looked at you with a furrowed brow “for what honey?” You shook your head “for running off at seventeen as fast as I could. I got so swept up in Chris and getting pregnant and thinking you and daddy would hate me for the choices I made..I’m sorry..for all of it”

Your mom took your hand “honey, daddy and I could never and would never hate you. You were in love and life had other plans for you. Don’t you worry yourself one bit my sweet girl”. You nodded and started in on breakfast. Your mom was helping Teddy eat his fruit that was in his bowl. She didn’t take her eyes off him but still spoke to you “give it the week little lamb, and I have a feeling things will start working itself out” you pushed around the food on your plate “how do you know?” She smiled knowingly “intuition my darling girl”

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 6 months ago

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Y'all thought I was kidding.

https://www.tiktok.com/@emilywking/video/7331952166086675755

A girl complimented my eyebrows nearly a decade ago and I think about it everytime I look in a mirror

I went to pick up my mom from the hair dresser and the hair dresser called me cute. this was 6 years ago.

Wouldn’t know. ☹️

I was told I have nice eye lashes when I was around 8 or 9. I’m 58 now and still remember exactly where that happened

i have gotten one compliment that was a girl in fith hrade who said my pants were nice 15 years and i still hold that dearly

an old lady checking receipts at the door at a store told me I had nice eyes :) 6 years ago

Visited Florida feom Norway in 2012. Was told by a dude at the beach I had a cool shirt. Bought at Walmart. Think about it everytime I wear it.

I’m 39 and i’ve only recived flowers once in my life 😢

yeah I remember every single compliment I've ever received because I've only received like five🤣

You are so right, if I ever get a compliment I bet I’ll remember that for the rest of my life!

I have a shirt that I still wear from time to time, that I met my first (late) wife in 21 years ago. She came over to me and complimented my new shirt. 😊

17 years ago some random lady told me I smelt nice. I still wear that cologne today.

that's actually true.. I still wear the same cologne for the last 15 years because a girl in school used to hug me and say I smelled good 😅

when I was 14 I was told I had a nice shirt. I dont wear it any more do to its falling apart that was 23 Years ago

i had a red shirt, a girl said i looked good in it in 2012 i just threw it out last year because it had 4 holes in it. i miss that shirt

I was working in a hot warehouse 21 years ago and I had to go into the office and was told that I smelled good. I have stayed loyal to that deodorant brand ever since

I never forgot a compliment all five of them

in 4th grade a girl smiled at when she saw me come into class. that has kept me going for 40 years and will for another 40.

I’m 36 and still remember a compliment about my damn eyelashes when I was like 12!

I got told I look like Mario (the R&B singer (still haven’t quite figured that one out)) back in 9th grade back in 2004 and still think about it lol

33yrs old and I can remember each of the three compliments. A girl told me I smell good, my favorite one 😅

l three years ago an older couple said I was handsome in my Hawaiian shirt 🥺

Still remember when a girl on the bus called me handsome back in 1st grade in 05😂😂😂

someone told me I look nice in blue- probably 30 years ago. so blue is still my go to choice of color for shirts.

I once danced Argentine tango with a lady. After the music stopped, she said "oh, Miles." That was years ago. it still warms me.

My last compliment was like 3 years ago. still gets me hyped

I got told I had a nice smile. The only compliment I ever got. I remember the day, time, that it was raining.

I was told I had nice eyelashes when I was 10. I'm about to turn 30.

I got told that it looked like the gym was paying off once a year ago. Still go because of it.

25 years ago a woman told me a shirt (apparently the color is cobalt?) was a really good color on me and I’ve now got 10 shirts in that color.

I won most muscular in high school that 20 years ago. 😂😂😂

thats true, like 25 years ago a girl told me I had gorgeous eyes and I'll never forget that day

i love your example, I had a shirt a pretty girl complimented, I still have the shirt this was in 2009.

A woman once said I look good wearing a burgundy shirt and makes my eyes pop. I now have 4. This was 20 years ago.

I got a compliment on a shirt back in 2004 and I still think about it

Someone said I have nice eyebrows 8 years ago.

when I was in high-school a girl that I didn't even really talk to much told me I should wear more blue cuz it brings out my eyes and I still buy mostly blue shirts.

First time I was told I had "amazing" eyes was 15 years ago in college 😅

I remember something a girl said to me from 23 years ago. lol

a girl in 5th grade said she liked that I was so strong. I still think about it when I'm feeling weak 26 years later.

I still remember that one time I got a compliment. 😳

I still remember the outfit I was wearing when I was told I looked good 20 years ago.

All 2 I’ve got

I was innocently told I smell good by a girl at work 13 years ago at 10:15 on a Thursday night. Still using the same deodorant to this day

I got told I had "pretty glowing eyes" when I was 14... I'm 35

It's true, 43 here and remember both compliments.

A girl told me in 7th grade that she liked my new haircut and over a decade later my hairstyle hasn’t changed

A Waffle House waitress told me she loved my eyes 10 years ago. I still remember her.

I had a girl in HS tell me I looked good in a button down so that’s all i wear now it’s been 18 years

10 years ago in school some girl yelled at me from across the room “I love your eyes” I think about this almost everyday

I still think about the time someone hugged me at a festival and said that was an amazing hug and I smell really nice and that was 8 years ago

I remember being 7 with my mum helping her with the shopping and the assistant said 'a regular tom cruise that one'. I still remember that.

I was at a bar around 10 years ago and a random person walked by, pointed at me and said “That’s a good looking guy right there” 😂.

I was singing along to the radio at work 6 years ago and some guy said "wow you're pretty good". I think about this regularly

I got told my a server at zupas that she liked my shirt about 13 years ago and still remember that

This is true I remember both times vividly

I'm 28 I got a compliment on how I Smelt 10 years ago and I still use that aftershave

I was asked if I was working out a lot, i wasn't. That was 18 years ago

An elderly woman told me that I have a nice voice 7 years ago and that is still one of my favorite compliments I’ve ever gotten

I was married for 7 years and still remember the only 2 compliments she ever gave me. both were probably over 10 years ago now

12th grade, Amanda and Kathy, at the lockers. I had a black t shirt and cargo shorts. they said the shirt looked good. I'm 37 now.

In 1992 had a customer compliment my blue eyes.

I got complimented 15 years ago and I still remember it.

Someone complimented my shirt in 2021, I still remember it and smile.

I remember a compliment from 20 years ago, it happens to rarely!!!

yep. I still remember the whole maybe 5 or 6 compliments I've gotten in 39 years. pretty sure 5 were before I was a teen

I remember the first time someone other than my mom called me handsome. It was in October 2008

When I was 18 a girl thought my green eyes were beautiful. I’m 47 now and still think about that.

BTW, there's really people saying that women either shouldn't, or are incapable of, showing appreciation for the men in their lives, that men are the only ones who should be expected to appreciate men... and women, of course. Imagine flipping this over, and telling women that men are not there to compliment or validate women, and women should never expect any appreciation from men, that women should just do that for each other.

Even worse when we're talking about your partner in life. If you can't bring yourself to tell him that you actually appreciate him, if the idea of it just gives you a big ick and a sense of, "why should I even do that?" what the goddamn fuck are you even doing together? And why should he bother with you? Because you imagine yourself to be some kind of "goddess" who is just entitled to adoration for your mere existence?

Good luck with that. If you're such a sexist sociopath that you can't show even the smallest appreciation for someone - your brother, your father, your husband, your boyfriend - that it's "not my job," just because he's a man, you're going to start to see the consequences of that. Enjoy your cats.

Ladies, I don't think you understand how little validation men get. Like, women will get compliments just for being a woman. You'll get validation for being a certain gender. That's an amazing thing, that's a crazy thing.

Like, men will get hated on just for being men. Understand that men will get their first flowers typically at their funeral. They get very few compliments over the course of the year, genuine compliments. And they get almost no validation in their relationships. It's usually about their women, their female.

Women are flooded with attention, compliments, positivity, you know, from a young age. And that's an amazing, beautiful thing. But you guys gotta understand, like, men don't really get that. And that's why when you compliment a guy, it lights him up. Men really, like, go through a lot of stuff. Men are expected to provide support, take care of themselves with no reassurance from the world whatsoever. It's very difficult sometimes for men.

A man will remember the time ten years ago when someone told him that his sunglasses were cool.

#appreciation #validation #compliment #misandry #positivity #male positivity #religion is a mental illness

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nattinatalia · 2 years ago

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Jack Harlow x Reader x Daughter x Instagram AU

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enews Like father, like daughter. Seems like little miss Harlow doesn’t like being captured by paparazzi. Every time we tried getting her attention she would ignore us and give us attitude. Link in bio for the rest of the pictures.

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alizemiaharlow My pet peeve is a camera in my face. Have you ever heard of personal space?

alizemiaharlow Also, the person who took these was following me all day. And being rude, This is why I have that look on my face. I’m always nice and I don’t mind saying hi, my parents raised me to be kind but to also respect myself. don’t yell nasty things my way and don’t whistle to get my attention, I’m not a dog. The only time my name was called, was when I put my glasses on and I was called a bitch for it ❤️

jackharlow EXCUSE ME??? I must be reading shit wrong? I must’ve gone completely blind, because no way I’m reading that people were following my daughter and being rude to her, because if that’s the case, you’re going to be really sorry.

yourusername ENEWS RUN ME MY MONEY! what you’re not about to do is say my daughter was being mean, when clearly your worker was harassing her.

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ezharlow Aww you thought your were going to hurt my feelings? I’ve been known. The twins tho, they might cry.

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years ago

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I have a idea so Felix’s mom and dad go on a date and they say no people over while we are gone so Felix being young and he invites pepa over to his house they fuck and Felix tells matoe not to tell mom and dad so when Felix’s mom goes in his room to put his clothes in his dresser and she finds condoms in there she doesn’t care but she see’s that it only comes with 3 condoms but it’s only one in there and she’s knows that she just got them yesterday so Mateo being a little brother tells his mom and dad that Felix had pepa over?? ( I really love your story’s they are so good 😊 keep it up) - from djking

This is oddly SO specific, but I will take ANY chance to write Félix's parents because I love them, so let's GO-

"Now your brother Julio won't be back till late tonight, he's helping the Guzman's out with their new house. That, and I think Rose Guzman kinda likes watchin' him while he works. So, with all the other kids out tonight, YOU need to watch Mateo, got it?"

Félix looked up from the pile of clothes he was currently folding. Being old enough to be 'the man of the house', he had to fold the kid's clothes when his mom wasn't able to.

"Si, mami, I understand. Surprised he didn't want to go to that slumber party."

"Oh you know him-poor boy can't help but start trouble. Now tell me, how good is your mami lookin'?"

Félix chuckled as he walked up behind his mother, meeting her reflection's gaze.

"You look BEAUTIFUL, mami, even more than usual. Papi is going to be tripping all over you."

"That man better-made me have six whole ass kids. Including you, and honey, am I proud of you."

He chuckled as his mother held onto his face to kiss it, earning her a kiss to her forehead too. So he loved his mami, so much, big whoop.

"You want me to walk you downstairs? Send you off?"

His mom laughed, her laugh as loud as it was honest. She sat up from her vanity, lightly swatting at his shoulder.

"Well I raised myself a little prince charming! Alright, alright, you can walk ya mama."

Félix offered his arm to her, and he helped her walk down the steps. He was mostly worried over the massive size of her heels, but he knew better than to question her choice in clothes. No body in this house could tell her what to do. His dad was dressed up in his brown suit, and he cracked just the smallest smile upon seeing his wife. Félix's dad didn't exactly talk very much, preferring to let his wife so most of the speaking. Unless of course, he wanted to critique you or call you out if you did something really stupid. He took his wife's hand, holding it in his own. In her heels, mami looked even TALLER than her husband (which was saying something, he already barely reached her shoulder).

"Te ves hermosa, bon bon."

"Aw, thank you, Ramone baby. Félix, be a peach and get my purse, I left it in the kitchen."

Félix nodded and did as she said. He found her purse on the dinning room table, but stopped, just for a moment, to speak a peek at them. His father was trailing kisses up her arm like a madman, muttering how beautiful and how lovely and how wonderful she was. Félix's dad wasn't very PDA, but get them in a room alone together, and this guy wouldn't stop. His mami loved it too, laughing and blushing and calling him 'more fresh than an ear of corn'. They loved each other, and Félix knew he wanted that kind of love in his future marriage.

Félix however, decided to step in as soon as he heard the sentence 'and wait till you see what I'm gonna do to that sweet ass', deciding that was waaay too vivid of an image. His father stopped as soon as Félix walked in, handing his purse to his mami. She was still flushed, wooed to death by her passionate husband.

"Oh Ramone, you dog~...now, Félix honey, before your papi makes me forget. Mateo needs to be in bed by nine, and we won't be back till tomorrow afternoon, so you gotta make breakfast for everyone when the house gets busy again, got it?"

"Si mami, of course."

They turned to leave, when Ramone muttered something, making his wife snap her fingers.

"Oh thank you, honey. One more rule, I don't want you inviting anyone over, got it? I don't want you distracted with any little lady. Or boy."

"Mami for the last time, NOTHING is going on with Agustín, I TOLD you what happened!"

"Honey, you were wet and naked on top of him. It sounds weird. But my point stands, it's gonna be you, Mateo, and maybe Julio if he comes back early. But NO ONE else. Get it?"

"Got it."

"Good. Now come on you, you promised me some dancin' tonight! Mama gotta MOVE!"

Félix waited till the door was shut. Then he looked through the window, and watched as they soon left. As soon as they left, the doorbell rang. Just in time. He stuck a rose in between his teeth, and answered the door. Pepa. She was fashionably late, just like he planned.

"Hola, Pepita~"

She giggled at him, and boy was it cute. Hell, she looked super cute tonight, pretty ponytail and all. She dressed for him, he could tell based on those thigh high socks she knew he loved.

"A rose? Really? A little cliché, isn't it?"

"Did it make you laugh?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Then that's all that matters~"

She rolled her eyes at him, helping herself in and plucking the rose from his lips, letting herself get a sniff. Oh he should've hired a painter. Pepa standing there, rose covering a small part of her face as her eyes shimmered for him, and him alone.

"I hated how that worked."

"Me too, think I kinda cut my lip a little, actually."

She gently held his face, lightly scowling in concern.

"Ay, pobrecito. Here, let me kiss it better~"

And kiss it better she did. She practically yanked him towards her, and they kissed. Once, twice, three, four, he kinda lost count after a while. Hard to count when she was wearing new lipstick, that demanded too much of his attention. She pulled away for a moment, and he just now realized she wrapped her arms around him, frame nice and snug against his. No wonder he felt all warm and shit. He grinned as he gently nipped at her lip.

"You sure YOU aren't the one with healing powers? Because damn do I feel better."

"You haven't seen anything yet, Hombrecito. When I get up there, I'm going to make you fucking pound me till you break that bed board, and-"

"You aren't supposed to have people over."

Pepa jumped at the sudden voice, a jolt of thunder over her head spooking him as well. Mateo was standing there, sitting at the stairs. He clung to his stuffed toy, and he looked as grumpy as he ever did. Pepa straightened herself out, offering a slight smile. She was GREAT with kids.

"Mateo! How are you mijo? Aren't you supposed to be going mimis?"

"You ain't my mom, get bent."

Most kids. Pepa was good with most kids. Félix carefully grabbed her shoulders to try to calm her, not wanting his little brother to get zapped.

"Pepi, easy. Look, imma talk to him, get him in bed, wait for me in my room."

He had his shirt grapped by her, bringing him down so she could have her lips against his ear.

"I'm going to touch myself in your bed. When you get up there, my pussy is gonna be fucking wet and ready for you. Do NOT keep me waiting, understand, hombre?"

She was bossy as hell. He liked it. He gulped, before nodding.

"Si, I understand. Now go be a good girl for me~"

He gently swatted her butt as she made it upstairs. Félix knelt down to look at Mateo. Thankfully, Mateo at least liked yours truly, and even considered him his best big brother.

"Mateo, you can't tell mami, okay?"

"If you're not supposed to be doing it, why you doin' it?"

Félix shouldn't be teaching him this lesson, but he had PEPA PUSSY waiting on him, this was an emergency. He lightly patted his curls.

"It's one of things that doesn't hurt anyone if they don't know. It'll only hurt mami I'm caught, got it? But it benefits you! Because if you say nothing, I'll get you a new toy tomorrow, deal?"

Mateo thought about it, before nodding.

"I want a cat stuffy."

"I'll get you a cat stuffy. Now, off to bed, alright? Me and Pepa are going to uh, be wrestling for a while. So any sounds you hear, ignore it."

"Okay."

Félix got him into his room, tucked him in (after checking for monsters under his bed), before leaving, and heading to his own room. And holy shit, was he a lucky man. Pepa was laying against his pillows, panties and bra to the floor, tits out, legs open with fingers in her pussy, and a condom between her teeth. He shut the door quickly, on the off chance anyone would see this.

"Condom between the teeth? A bit cliché, don't you think?"

"Did it make you smile?"

"EVERYTHING about you makes me smile. So, yes."

"Then worth it. Now get over here and use it~"

"I've never been able to tell a woman no~"

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She hummed as she finished folding her baby's clothes. Félix was such a good boy, watching his little brother as she went out with his father. He even handled breakfast for his siblings, and even took out the trash. Ugh, he made her so proud. He was even downstairs right now, playing his tiple with his big brother. She opened his dresser, and started to put in his clothes, when she pulled something out. His condoms. Boy kept it really close to the bed, she found it funny.

"Oh that boy. Just like ME back in the day."

She was active back then, she knew what was safe and what wasn't. She was about to put it back where she found it, only to glance over it for a second longer. She remembered buying these for him (she liked to keep track of his supply, just so she knew when and if he was doing the no pants dance), and he whined that three wasn't enough. She bought it yesterday. Only...there was one left. Surely he just had the other two on his person, and this was just the survivor. Though, she recalled that he was eager to toss the trash this morning.

He couldn't have. Right? She scowled, and walked out of the room, going right to Mateo's. He preferred to be alone most of the day, minus the company with his stuffed animals. She knocked on the door, getting his attention.

"Hey mama."

"Hey hey, honeypot. How you doin'?"

"I'm good, we're all playing simon says. I'm winning."

"That's my boy. Hey, I had a question for you. You remember how me and your papi went out yesterday?"

Mateo nodded, grip on his new stuffed toy showing her that he was a bit uncomfortable.

"Uh huh."

"And you had Félix watch you. Did he have someone over?"

"Uhm..."

"You can tell me, baby."

Mateo settled for a nod.

"It was Pepa. I think it's because he took something from her."

"Took something?"

"Uh huh. Because she kept yelling 'give it to me', and there was lots of banging. I dunno how I went to bed."

Oh he was dead. That boy was dead. She steeled her temper, just for a second, patting her son's head.

"Okay, thank you baby. Imma go see exactly what Félix took from Pepa. You need anything?"

"No thank you."

She left, shutting the door, and after making sure the door was closed, marched right to the living room. He was with his brother, softly playing for one another. She hated to interrupt such a sweet moment, but she wasn't gonna let his cute face make him get out of punishment. Even if he smiled when he looked up at her.

"Mami! You wanna hear us play? We can play you something to dance to!"

Julio nodded in agreement. HE was never as much trouble as his siblings, her (no longer so little) Julio.

"I would love to play you something, mami. Félix has been improving too."

"Thank you, Julio. But unfortunately, Félix is needed upstairs."

"One second mami-"

"Now, young man, I did NOT get the lord's patience today."

Félix knew he was in the weeds, she could see it on his face. Julio looked confused for a moment, before leaning into his brother a bit.

"I THINK the emotion we're seeing is 'angry'"

"Great job Julio, applause all around."

"Thank you."

Julio never got sarcasm. The second Félix stood up, she grabbed his ear, practically yanking his ass up the stairs. She let him go only when they made it to his room, and she gestured to the packet of condoms. Oh he was a smart boy, immediately knowing he fucked up. She put her hands on her hips, gesturing to it.

"Get to talkin' young man."

"I uh. Well I mean, you know I go through these fast! I uhm. You know, life happens and-"

"Imma let you try again. This time, don't stand there and lie RIGHT to your mama's face."

He winced, shrinking under her glare. He was trying to think of something, but Félix was a terrible liar, even though his ass kept trying.

"Okay mami you can't blame me! It was PEPA!"

"Boy, I don't care if it was mother mary in your bedroom, I told you NO COMPANY. Your job was to watch your brother!"

"I put him to bed! I didn't think it was a big deal!"

She huffed at him, gesturing to Mateo's room.

"He heard you! He said 'I think he took something from her, because she kept yelling give it to me'. That boy was NOT asleep!"

Félix snickered, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"I TRIED to keep her quiet, really I did...~"

"Oh you think this shit is funny-RAMONE! Get up here and save your son from me, right now!"

"God dammit- Félix, you know she only calls you mine when you fuck up! What'd you do!?"

"Ramone, I said come up here, not yell from the damn kitchen!"

Ramone grumbled as he came in, clearly not happy to be here.

"Okay, I'm here, what'd he do?"

"He had company over when I told his ass not to! And now, Imma beat the black off of his sorry ass-"

Ramone gently patted her shoulder. He was always the quieter, 'let it go' sort of person.

"Bon bon, you go downstairs, have some coffee. I got this."

She huffed, but did as he said. Surely he'd discipline their child properly.

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Kids were like people. Only, more fucking stupid. And honestly, that was most of his kids, including the shit head in front of him. He leaned against his dresser, and pointed at him with his lips.

"Talk to me. What's got your mami all upset?"

He fumbled for a minute, before wincing and just coming out with it.

"We uh. I had a girl over when you guys said not to, and mami found out. That part is true."

"Okay, you had a girl over. Take it the condoms were the tip off."

"Yeah we uh, had sex. Me and Pepa. Twice. How uh, how in trouble am I?"

Ramone couldn't help but snort, much to the surprise of his son.

"In TROUBLE? I'd give your ass a medal. Look at my boy, una dama asesina! Swept her off her feet, did ya?"

Félix didn't want to admit it, clearly, but the smirk on his face was huge.

"I mean, took a lot of convincing, getting her to leave."

Ramone tried not to laugh, knowing his wife had the ears of a bat. He gave his son a little noogie, chest swelling up in pride.

"Ha, I taught your ass well. No, I'm not punishing you for that, that's ridiculous. Look, imma pretend you got the belt, just fake cry. Then imma take you to town to 'punish you further', and get us some drinks, just me and you."

"Seriously?!"

"Yes seriously! Woman crazy if she think imma punish my son over this. Just REALLY fake it, alright?"

Félix nodded, clearly excited at the idea of going out to drink with his old man. Sometimes parenting wasn't that bad.

Even if your kid was a fucking idiot.

#not transformers #encanto #asks #lemon #got a lil pov from everyone???#and yes Mateo just fucking hates Pepa #even as adults they start shit #also yes #Bonnie and Ramone are pretty much AS affectionate as Félix and Pepa #they even have the height difference

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jerzwriter · 3 years ago

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Happiest New Year

Book: Open Heart (Future – post series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Summary: It was a difficult year for the Carrick family, and on New Year’s morning, Tobias & Casey welcomed the craziness, the chaos… and even Vivian. They are happy that their recently expanded family is all under one roof and starting new traditions.

Warnings: Mention of main character illness/hospitalization (past)

A/N: This idea came to me at 4:00 AM, so I did what most writers do, got up and wrote it. 😊 I am only in the very early stages of my HC for Tobias & Casey, but writers far better than myself assured me jumping around is perfectly acceptable in fanfiction-landia. So, I hope you enjoy this sweet morning with the Carrick’s.

A/N 1: Also participating in the @choicesdecemberchallenge2021 Day 31: New Year.

SOME CHARACTERS AND THEMES BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS. (Vivian and the girls are all mine 😊 )

Tobias was standing at the stove making breakfast when the front doorbell rang, then… all hell broke loose. And who knew that began with a plethora of brown curls bopping across the room at lightning speed.

“You’re not telling Grammie on me. I’m going to tell her on you!” Brooke squealed as she ran toward the door.

“You can’t tell her on me!” Samantha yelled from the top of the stairs, “I didn’t do anything wrong. You did!”

“Nuh-uh! You took the doll Grammie gave me for Christmas! She told you it was mine!”

“No, she didn’t, she said that….”

Tobias dried his hands and rushed to the foyer where the melee was taking place. "Girls,” he said, attempting to stop things before they spun further out of control; but, the two little firecrackers didn’t even acknowledge that he was there.

“Girls… GIRLS!”

“What is it, Daddy?” they said in unison, so sweetly he almost forgot why he was annoyed, to begin with.

“What have I told you two about fighting with each other?”

“We shouldn’t do it,” five-year-old Brooke answered in a sing-song voice.

“And what have I told you about drama? Especially when Grammie comes over?”

“Grammie brings enough of her OWN drama! We don’t need to bring any more,” seven-year-old Samantha added confidently.

“Exactly! And what are you two doing right now?”

“We’re fighting,” Brooke said, lowering her head in shame.

“I don’t know,” Samantha shrugged sassily, “Grammie likes drama.”

Tobias shot her a dubious look, and she broke out into giggles.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!”

The doorbell rang once again, and he heard Vivaians voice bellowing on the other side of the door.

“Tobias! For heaven’s sake! It isn't spring out here. I’d like to be around to see my granddaughters graduate from….”

Tobias swung the door open, and Vivian was stunned into silence. A true New Year’s miracle.

“Hello, Mother.”

“Tobias,” she said, kissing his cheek, “do you think I am a young woman? It is frigid out there! You need to just give me the keys.”

“You have keys, Mom.”

“Yes, and you have instructed me, your mother, not to use them.”

“I’ve done no such thing. I’ve merely asked you to let us know before you come in….”

“Grammie!! Grammie!!!” Samantha pushed past Tobias and barrelled into her grandmother's arms.

“No! Hold me first, me first!” Brooke jumped up and down with her arms up over her head, vying for Vivian’s attention.

“Oh, there are my little angels!” Vivian squealed, “Come here, my babies, come here! There is plenty of Grammie to go around for both of you.”

Tobias took a deep breath and settled back against the door. Chaotic mornings were the norm with two little ones underfoot. He could only imagine what awaited them when baby Kayla would be old enough to join in the melee. Throw Vivian in for good measure, there would never be a moment of peace in their lives again. His head jerked when a loud alarm went off in the kitchen.

“Oh, shit!” Tobias yelled, running in its direction.

“Tobias Carrick! The LANGUAGE! In front of your children!”

“He says the S word, sometimes, Grammie,” Brooke shrugged, eagerly turning her father in.

“Hmm, well, Grammie is going to have to get the soap out if this continues.”

Brooke giggled while Sam stood up defiantly. “Don’t worry, Grammie! We will tell you if it does!”

The ladies were interrupted by Tobias hollering from the kitchen. “A little help and a little less gabbing!”

Vivian strolled in nonchalantly, an adorable little girl on each hand.

“Now, what is going on out here, Tobias? Do you not know how to cook?”

“Do I… do… Ma! You know I know how to cook. The frittata just bubbled over in the stove, no harm, just some….”

“Smoke,” a weary Casey sighed as she strolled in behind Vivian. Baby Kayla miraculously still sleeping on her shoulder.

Vivian rushed to her side. “Oh my dear!” she said, taking the baby from her arms, “You should be asleep!”

Casey chuckled as she slid under Tobias’s waiting arm.

“Not in this house.”

“Well, then maybe I need to take these girls off your hands for a weekend. You need your rest, young lady!”

“But Kayla is just….”

Casey looked down at the floor. It didn’t matter that the baby was barely over a month old. After everything that happened, she wasn’t able to nurse her. There was no reason Vivian couldn’t take all the girls for a day or two.

“It might not be the worst idea, baby,” Tobias whispered. “Just a couple days.”

Casey remained silent, she knew her husband was right, but the last thing she wanted was to be away from her girls, especially after….

“Mommy!” Brooke yelled, “Daddy burned up our breakfast!”

“I did not, I just….”

“You kind of did,” Vivian glared. “Brooke, don’t you worry baby, Grammie is going to get breakfast right now.”

“And how are you doing that?” Tobias growled.

“Uber eats!”

“Grammie! Uber eats does not make French Toast like Daddy makes French toast.”

“You know what? Sam is right. Thank you, Sam.”

The young girl swayed back and forth, proudly beaming up at her Daddy under his approving gaze. Why don’t you ladies all go in the living room and rest? I’ll clean up out here and make the best French toast that has ever been made.”

“Oh, T, we couldn’t….” Casey started.

“Uh, uh, uh… all of you go inside. I’m capable of making the ever-increasing number of women in my life breakfast on New Year’s Day. Besides, it will probably be the most quiet I get for the rest of the day… for the next 18 years even.”

Casey looked up at him, and he kissed her nose. “Go!”

He tossed the remains of the frittata into the trash and began gathering the ingredients for French toast from the refrigerator. A content smile spread across his face as his little girl’s voices carried down the hallway. Life sure was crazy, but he wouldn’t change a thing.

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Afterward, their bellies were all stuffed more than the French toast had been, and Vivian and Tobias began clearing the table.

“Honey, I can help with….”

“Casey,” he demanded, “sit.”

“But, I….”

“Cassondra!”

“Vivian, you know my name is not Cassondra.”

“I’ve discussed it with your mother, and she regrets not giving you a name that can be better utilized when parental authority needs to be exerted. I have her permission to use Cassondra as needed.”

Casey shook her head and laughed softly. “It’s futile for me to try with the two of you here, isn’t it?”

“YES!” Tobias and Vivian yelled in unison.

“And don’t make me get your mother on the phone!” Vivian added with a pointed finger.

“Oh, please, no. Two of you is more than I can handle already! Girls, why don’t you come inside with Mommy? We can sit together on the couch.”

“She’s finally talking sense,” Vivian smirked.

“Well, you’re here to keep her in line,” Tobias winked.

Brooke took her Mom’s hand as they made their way to the family room. “You know what we need, Mommy? A dog. This way, they can just eat the food off the table when we’re done.”

“Hmm… no, baby. That’s the last reason we need a dog.”

Vivian and Tobias chuckled as they listened to the girl’s voices trailing away. Vivian placed her hand on Tobias’s shoulder. “Everything good, son?”

“Yeah. Everything’s great,” he smiled, “better than great.”

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With clean-up completed, the whole family sat near the fireplace in the family room.

“Daddy, can we put on the TV?” Sam asked.

“No, baby, it’s family time.”

“But, families can watch TV together.”

“Well, this family doesn’t on New Year’s morning.”

“Then can we do our jars?” Brooke asked excitedly.

Casey's brow creased. “Their jars?”

“Ah, yes. We can do the jars. Want to help me get them?”

A chorus of “Yes” filled the air as the two pajamaed princesses rushed to their father’s feet.

“Do you know what he’s talking about?” Casey asked Vivian as she cradled Kayla.

“We’ll have to wait and see,” Vivian smiled.

Casey smiled politely, but Vivian could see the sadness in it.

“What’s wrong, my dear?”

“I just… I feel like I’ve missed out on so much.”

“You’ve been through an ordeal. We all have, but you most of all. But you’re back home, you’re strong, and it’s the start of a brand-new year. Don’t you worry… those little girls are resilient! Just like their Momma. You’re here now, Casey. Everything is going to be fine.”

She watched closely for Casey’s reaction, and when there was none, she moved to her side on the sofa. “I said, everything is going to be fine. Did you hear me… Cassondra?”

Casey smirked and leaned on her mother-in-law’s shoulder before the two women burst out laughing.

The relative quiet that filled the room dispersed as soon as the girls returned. Tobias sat on the floor by Casey’s feet and helped their two girls open their brightly decorated jars.

“They’re so pretty! What are they?” Casey asked.

“One is our wish jar, and the other is our happiness jar,” Samantha replied.

Brooke did not look up from her task of removing the strips of brightly colored paper from the large jars when she replied. “Daddy made them with us when you were in the hospital, Mommy.”

Casey cocked her head in her husband’s direction.

“We made them together when you were still… sick. The wish jar is pretty self-explanatory,” Tobias said, moving next to his wife on the couch. “The girls wrote their wishes on a piece of paper, and I told them we’d all be here to read them together on New Year’s morning. I was very confident that the number of wishes that came true would outnumber those that did not.”

“That was a risky game you played there, Dr. Carrick.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he said, taking Casey’s hand, “it had to happen. It had to be true.”

She squeezed his fingers between hers and smiled sweetly. “And the happiness jar?”

“Well, it’s easy to be overwhelmed with the difficult things that happen,” Vivian chimed in, “but easy to forget the good. So we told the girls to write at least one good thing that happened every day and put it in the jar.

“Somedays, I put more than one, Mommy,” Brooke smiled as she poured the jar's stuffed contents onto the carpet.

“And today,” Tobias said, taking baby Kayla in his arms. “We get to read them.”

Vivian joined the two older girls on the floor, “I’ll help you, so Daddy can stay on the couch with Mommy and Kayla.”

Brooke immediately handed her Grammie a pastel-hued scrap of paper, and Vivian whispered into her ear. Brooke’s eyes lit up as she repeated her grandmother's words.

“I wish that my Mommy and baby sister come home soon. I wrote that one!”

“That’s when we didn’t have a name for Kayla yet,” Sam clarified. “I can read this one myself, Gram. It says I want lots of hugs. And I got them!”

“See, what did I tell you? Most of these were bound to come true!”

They continued until the wishes jar was emptied and it was time to open the happiness jar.”

“… today we had homemade cookies….”

“… the teacher gave me a homework pass….”

“… I got to meet my little sister…. “

“… Daddy hugged me, and I stopped crying….”

“… Kayla came home from the hospital….”

“ … Grammie helped put up our Christmas tree….”

“ … Mommy came home today too….”

“… we left out cookies for Santa….”

Tobias picked one up and smiled, “I’ve got all my girls home with me,” he turned to Casey with a tear in his eye and placed the slip of paper in her hand, “I wrote that one.”

Casey sniffled and wiped a tear from her cheek as Vivian handed out tissues to the grown-ups.

“Why are you crying, Mommy?” Brooke asked.

“Because I’m so happy. I love these jars, girls. Why don’t we make this a family tradition? We can decorate new jars today, and we can fill them all year.”

“Then next New Year, we can read the new ones!” Sam added.

“Exactly,” Casey smiled.

Tobias tugged Casey closer to his side. “I love that idea.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what, the stores open at noon, and all your aunties and uncles will be here by then. I can go to the store and get some more supplies, and we can make the jars together.”

“Oh, Vivian, you better get extra. When Sienna hears this idea, she’s going to want to make a jar for every person she knows.”

“And then some,” Tobias laughed.

“I will, now you two get upstairs and get some rest. Especially you, Cassondra! I would love some quality time with my little girls,” she smiled, taking Kayla from Tobias's arms. "You two, you deserve some time alone.”

“You know you are not getting any more grandchildren, right, Vivian?” Casey grinned.

“Oh, no. You two have done all you needed to do, now… you can just rest,” she winked.

Casey & Tobias paused at the top of the stairs and looked down at Vivian and the girls laughing on the floor as baby Kayla slept nearby.

“You think she’s got this?” Casey smiled.

“My Mom?” He answered with bulging eyes, “Please, it will take more than three rug rats to ruffle her feathers.”

Casey turned when she felt his stare on her. “What?” she asked flippantly.

“Have I mentioned how happy I am to have you back home with us?”

“A few hundred times per day.”

“Good, then I’m close to saying it enough. All my girls... happy, healthy, and under one roof… this is the happiest new year ever. Even if my Mom is one of the girls.”

“Happy New Year, baby.”

“Happy New Year.”

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ddwcaph-game · 2 years ago

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Hey I was hoping to offer up some constructive criticism of a scene in chapter 3. I haven't seen this kinda of thing sent to an IF author before, so if I'm over stepping then I am incredibly sorry. The scene I have in mind is the one in which Tita Julie gives the MC her shawl. It's an incredibly sweet scene! It shows the amount of love Julie and Robert have for the twins, and it shows how damaging Maggie's absence has been. My only real problem with it is this moment. Tita Julie covers her mouth with her hands for a moment, before pulling me closer to her. "It's okay, MC. We won't be away for long. We'll be at home after a few hours, okay? We're not going to leave you alone like your Mom did." It's the last line Julie has that bothers me. More like the last 4 words. They undercut Julie's intent to comfort the MC by confirming their fears that they've been abandoned by Maggie. They also mess with the conflict between what the twins might believe about Maggie's absence and what Julie/Robert know about it. Any ambiguity about her absence is deflated somewhat when the only authority on it states she did abandon the twins, even if that's not the intent of the line, nor the reality of the plot. If the line was just "We're not going to leave you alone." then the scene is completely fine. For extra angst it can even be changed to '"We're not going to leave you alone." Like Mom did.' It expresses the same idea, but puts the idea of Maggie abandoning the twins entirely on the MC, the character in the scene who already believes that idea. I must admit finding the words to explain this has been kinda difficult, so if what I said doesn't make sense then I apologize for that. Ultimately if you're unconvinced by what I've said that's fine, I still enjoyed the scene, and you should be proud for making it. And once again if anything I've said has been upsetting or crossed a line then I am truly sorry.

Oh hey, thanks for sending this in! And no worries, this type of feedback is exactly what I'm looking for! I've changed and edited plenty of lines before according to feedback like this. 😊

I appreciate and understand what you're trying to say here. You're absolutely right that there's a better way to phrase it, but the thing is, that's exactly how Julie feels in the moment. She's deliberately making the comparison that "she's not here, but I am here".

(Spoilers below!) This probably makes more sense if you also discovered Julie's 3rd Secret and the fully discovered version of Paddy's 1st Secret:

Julie does wish that the twins are her children, and as hinted at in Chapter 2 (that Julie and Maggie never told their kids about each before), they have an estranged relationship.

And from Paddy's secret, you would know that Maggie is planning to come back home again. Julie is definitely acting selfishly here.

Regardless of all that, I think the shawl she gives distracts MC enough not to notice Julie's exact wording in that sentence, especially considering the fact that picking that choice suggests that MC is currently reliving the moment Maggie left. Whether or not MC believes Maggie truly left them, and whether or not Julie said those words, that's how the MC currently feels about the situation.

Please do let me know if that makes sense! Again, thank you so much for your feedback! 😊

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 35 ; Alpha Pact

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 8,251 Warnings: our favorite trio sacrifices themselves, ice bath, switches from third pov to first pov, small descriptions of injuries, raf mccall, panic attack, a declaration of love maybe 👀 A/N: Hi, friends! We’re almost halfway through the series and I can’t just fathom that fact. So, here it is; Chapter 35. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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THIRD PERSON POV

After Scott walked off with Deucalion, Stiles stood there for a moment, wondering why his best friend was such a dumbass. He closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them, he thought about calling Emma and telling her about their dumbass friend, but remembered that Derek was passed out in the elevator. Running back down the stairs to get into the hospital, he felt his phone vibrate, but elected to ignore it.

He ran over to Derek, kneeling down. He didn't know what to do, so he thought for a moment; what would Emma do? She'd slap him silly is what she'd do. Then a light bulb went off in his head. Slap him. And that's exactly what he did. He smacked him, but Derek didn't respond.

Here's where Stiles' panic begins to set in just a little bit. “Derek?” Smack. “Derek, come on!” Stiles yelled, panic laced in his voice. He shook Derek, but that didn't work. Smack. He looked at his hand and raised it, balling it into a fist. The slapping must've worked because Derek started to open his eyes. Just before Stiles could get between three and four inches of Derek's face, he caught Stiles' hand.

Derek and Stiles panted a little bit before Derek looked around the elevator, asking,“Where is she?”

“Jennifer?” Stiles asked, voice still laced with panic. “Gone with Scott's mom.”

“She took her?” Derek asked.

“Yeah, and if that's not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion, okay? So we gotta get you outta here. The police are coming right now, and we gotta get you the hell outta here.”

“Whoa,” Derek said, sitting up with Stiles' help. “What about Cora?”

“With Isaac and Peter. She's safe, don't worry,” Stiles said. “Just go. I'll hold the cops off. Go.”

After Derek got up and left, Stiles went to the front of the hospital, where the nurses station is. Remembering he felt his phone vibrate, he grabbed it out of his pocket. Seeing that he had a missed call from Emma, he called her back.

“Hey, handsome,” she greeted, voice hoarse.

“Hey, beautiful. Am I glad to hear your voice,” he said. “Even though it sounds like you've been on about seven different roller coasters. Why does your voice sound like that?”

“Oh, you know. Just pain in my neck, being looked at, talking a lot, having to come up with a lie because saying 'I was almost sacrificed by my English teacher because she's a Darach' wouldn't sound too good,” she said.

Stiles chuckled. “Well, I'm glad you're okay. They say or give you anything?”

“Eh, not really,” Emma said. “Just gave me a Morphine shot to help with the pain. They also gave me a bottle of pills for the pain if it comes back. I didn't feel like I needed it, so I hid it in the second drawer on my nightstand. They said that I could take a couple of days off school because of the bruising and line I'm gonna have.”

“Wai-- line?” he wondered.

“Mhmm,” she said. “Where the garrote was. She pulled hard enough to leave a mark, or a line, as they said.”

Stiles could hear rustling. “What are you doing right now?”

“Just laid back in your bed,” she sighed. “When are you coming home?”

“Soon,” he sighed. “I gotta, uhm, I gotta hold the cops off for Derek to get away.”

“I'm guessing story time is coming soon, huh?” she chuckled.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Stiles said. He looked over at the sound of sirens wailing. He saw a figure he hadn't seen in a while and sighed. “Oh, just perfect.”

“What? What's perfect?” Emma rushed.

“Scott's dad just showed up and is walking over here,” he said.

“Wha-- put me on speaker,” she said. “I'll be your backup. We can tag team him.”

“Alright, just a sec,” Stiles said, taking the phone away from his ear and putting Emma on speaker.

Scott's dad, AKA FBI Agent Rafael McCall, stopped to stand in front of Stiles.

“A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess. What a shocker,” Rafael said. “Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?”

“If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid,” Emma sassed.

“Oh, and a Thomas. Another shocker,” Rafael said, looking around for her. “I don't see you here. Where are you?”

“Not there?” Emma sassed again. “Ya'know, for an FBI Agent you really don't have that big of an attention to detail do you?r” Emma didn't like Rafael at all. Not after what he did to Scott and Melissa.

“Where's your dads, and why's no one been able to contact them?” Rafael asked.

“I don't know. I haven't seen him in hours,” Stiles said. “Em, you?”

“Haven't seen mine in a few, either,” she said.

They weren't lying, but Rafael had other questions.

“Is he drinking again, Stiles?” Rafael asked.

Stiles and Emma both sighed. “What do you mean, again?” Emma asked, defense mode on.

“He never had to stop,” Stiles added.

“But he did have to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to?” the Agent said. “What about yours, Emma? I heard he went off the rails because of your mom. Speaking of Rose, where is she?”

Emma sighed exasperatedly, letting out a small whimper at the pain it caused in her neck. “Ya'know, I'm not sure where Mom is. Maybe try Mars?”

Rafael let out a breathy chuckle. “Always the sassy one, aren't you, Emma?”

“Babe, please answer the man,” Emma sighed.

“Alright, how about this? Next time we see them, I'll give ‘em a Field Sobriety test, okay,” Stiles said. “We'll do the alphabet. Start with F, end with U.”

Emma let out a snort on the other side of the phone.

“How about you just tell me what the hell happened here?” Rafael said. “Did Emma leave before we showed or is she really hiding really well like she used to?”

Stiles let out an exhale and shook his head. “Emma's home, and I don't know what happened here. I was stuck in the elevators the whole time.”

It was quiet for a moment before Rafael spoke up. “You're not the one who put the name on the doors, are you?”

Stiles looked from his lap up to the 6 foot man. “What name?”

Rafael looked down the phone in Stiles' hand. Stiles looked down at his phone then back up to Rafael, slowly. Stiles took Emma off speaker, putting the phone up to his ear. “Baby, I'll call you as soon I'm heading home, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, more of a question than a statement. “Be safe.”

“I will.” He hung up the phone.

He stood up and walked to the elevator Rafael talked about. When the doors closed, there in big red letters, was the name Rafael referred to; THOMAS.

Oh, was Emma gonna freak out.

~~~

Stiles took Allison and Argent back home. Opening the door to their apartment, Argent addressed his daughter. “The word is Guardian, Allison. More than anyone except for Stiles and Lydia, you know that's a role Carter has been living up to lately after what happened between him and Rose last year.”

“She took Stiles' father and Scott's mother, that's not a coincidence,” Allison said.

Stiles followed them into Argent's office. “Yeah, I'd also consider the fact that someone put Emma's last name up in large block letters on the elevator doors. That kind of felt like a warning to me.”

“I think it might be Morrell,” Allison said. “She knows a lot more than she lets on, and she might even be trying to help us.”

“Well, she needs to get on that a lot faster, okay? Seeing as how the lunar eclipse is less than two freaking nights away,” Stiles said, sitting down in a chair behind him.

“Stiles, don't give up hope,” Argent said.

“They could already be dead.”

“I don't think so. There's something about Jennifer's tactics,” Argent said. “It's like she's positioning, still moving pieces into place.”

“And Carter's one of them,” Allison said.

“Then let's not wait around to see her next move,” Argent said, unfolding a map. “Everything she's done has been on a telluric current, so Melissa and the Sheriff--”

“And Carter,” Stiles snuck in.

Argent sighed out a small chuckle. “And Carter. All three of them have to be somewhere on one of those currents, right?”

Stiles looked down at the ground.

“Stiles,” Argent said. “if we're gonna find them, we need your help. Allison's told me that Emma said you helped figure out where Deaton was, so we're gonna need your brain.”

“You seriously want to go after her?” Stiles asked. “I mean, what if she takes you instead of Carter, huh? No offense, but what's the difference between you and them?”

Argent reached into this drawer and pulled out a gun with a clip, loading it. “I'm carrying a .45,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Maybe she can heal from a shot to the leg and a few slashes to the face, but personally, I'd like to see how she holds up with half her skull blown off.” He set the gun down on his desk. “We got one priority right now,” he continued, leaning his hands on the desk. “And that is to find Melissa, your dad, and Carter. We've got a map and every clue we need to figure this out. The only thing we don't have is time, which is why I need both of you. And maybe Emma, if she can handle this.”

“She won't be able to,” Stiles said.

“Why not?” Allison asked.

He took a second before saying, “Because she doesn't know her dad's gonna go missing.”

Allison turned her body more towards Stiles. “You haven't told her yet?”

“She almost just died, Allison,” he said. “I can't tell her about her dad just yet. I'll tell her tomorrow.”

“Guys, this no time to banter, alright? This right now is important,” Argent said.

“Yeah. Think about Emma. What would she want you to do?” Allison asked.

Stiles sighed and looked up at Argent. “Where do we start?”

“Come here,” Argent said.

Stiles got up from his chair and walked to the desk, leaning his arms against it.

Argent grabbed his black light he used to show invisible ink. “The place where the sacrifices have been committed have usually been different from where the bodies have been found. I think the placement has to do with the strength of the current, so,” he said, taking a breath to continue his theory. “There's the school, the animal clinic, the bank.”

“Wait a sec, she wouldn't use the same place twice, would she?” Stiles asked.

“Only if she didn't succeed the first time.”

They looked at the map as Argent pointed to a place on the map.

“Scott's boss,” Allison said.

“Deaton. It was her only failure,” Argent said. “That could mean something.”

“That's just one place so far,” Stiles said. “We're gonna need a lot more help.”

“What about Lydia... and Emma?” Allison asked, looking at Stiles.

“Lydia and Emma? What can they do?” Argent asked.

“Uh, they got this sort of a talent. They somehow ended up finding two of the same bodies, Emma found one on her own, uhm, without actually looking for them,” Stiles said.

“What are they? Psychic?” Argent asked.

Allison looked over to Stiles, who was quiet for a moment before he said, “They're something.”

Argent moved to his weapons cabinet and started pulling out guns. Hand guns, taser guns, semi-automatics, every gun he owned. Allison pulled out a box that had her daggers and crossbow in it.

Argent took one of the semis out of the case, pointing in Stiles' direction, but not at him, to check it.

Allison spun a couple of her knives on her fingers, catching the handle with ease. Argent moved around the desk with the semi in his hand, loading a clip into it. He picked up another semi with a scope attached to it, looking through it.

“I thought you guys were retired,” Stiles said.

“Retired, yes. Defenseless, no,” Argent said. “Make sure your phone's on. If you hear from Scott, you let us know immediately. Tell Emma.”

“Everything,” Allison said.

“Okay, but I'm thinking that's gonna be kind of unlikely,” Stiles said, looking at his phone, seeing a text from Emma.

Emma Grace <3: Felt weird not having you sleep next to me... also felt weird not having your dad here. Anyway, good morning, handsome. Hope you're out saving the world. Call or text when you can.

“Both of you, try to remember he's just doing what he thinks is right,” Argent said.

Allison's attention was brought to someone behind her father.

“I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow, but...” Isaac said. “Well, I'm-- I'm getting pretty good with these.” He raised his left hand, showing off his claws.

Deciding that it would be a good idea to head home and see his girlfriend, Stiles said his quick goodbyes and headed out the door, down the elevator, to his Jeep and home.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I was laying on Stiles' bed, watching Back to the Future Pt 1 when I heard the door open and close. I was too immersed into the movie to care who it was. It was probably Dad since he's just walked in the house before. When a body in the doorway caught my attention, though, I paused the movie and jumped out of Stiles' bed, running at him and jumping into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist. He held on to me tightly.

I started pecking his neck then his cheeks, then finally, his lips. Stopping once to give him a much needed, long kiss. When I pulled away, I looked at him. “I missed you, handsome,” I whispered.

“I missed you, too, beautiful.” He looked at me like he wanted to say something.

“What is it?” I asked. He walked us over to his bed, where he sat down, me in his lap. He looked like he didn't wanna say anything, so I ran my fingers through his hair. “Tell me,” I whispered.

“I won't bore you with the not so detailed... details, but, uhm, I had to save Cora,” he started.

“Uh-huh.”

“I had to do, uhm, mouth to mouth.”

“I told you I didn't care who it was, just as long as you saved them,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said, looking down to my stomach. “Before I go on, can I see them?”

I knew he was talking about my scars, so I nodded. I got off his lap and placed his laptop on his nightstand. I'd finish the movie later. I laid down on my pillow and lifted my shirt up, stopping right below my breasts.

Stiles got up and laid on his stomach between my legs before he started tracing my scars with his fingers.

“Uhm,” he started. “Scott went with Deucalion.”

“Dumbass,” I said.

He chuckled. “I knew you'd say that. Raf's back in town, as you know.”

“Yup, and I still wanna find him and cut his dick off, just to shove it down his throat so he can grow a new one.”

“That was very vivid. Please don't say something like ever again,” he said, pointing at me sarcastically.

I giggled. “Noted. What else happened?”

He sighed and started kissing along my scars.

“Stiles,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek to bring his eyes to mine. The emotion I saw behind them was sadness and anxiousness. “What is it? I can handle it. Just tell me.”

He sighed and kissed my stomach once more before moving up the bed to lay down beside me. I immediately flipped to my side, wrapping my arm around his middle to hold him tight.

“You're probably gonna cry, baby,” he said, voice soft.

“Why?” I asked.

He sighed once more.

“If you sigh one more time--”

“She took your dad,” he rushed out.

I stiffened. “What?”

“Jennifer, she-- she took your dad,” Stiles said. “Your last name was written in red block letters on one of the elevator doors.”

I sniffled and looked up at him. “Is that why you got off the phone with me?”

He nodded his head. “I feel terrible about all this.”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

It was quiet for about two minutes before Stiles spoke up. “Is Lydia going to school today?”

“Yeah. Nothing really happened to her, so she decided to stay home,” I said. “Me, on the other hand. I'm not going today.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Because. I don't need everyone looking at me like they know what happened because of this on my neck,” I said, sitting up and showing him the bruising on my neck.

I heard the front door open and close, fight or flight mode activated.

“Emma? Sweetheart, are you here?”

“Mom?” I mumbled.

I got off the bed and walked into the hallway, seeing my mom standing there. I couldn't tell her about dad missing, but I couldn't stop the tears that started streaming down my face. I ran to her and she wrapped me in her arms. I was sobbing at this point. She put her hands on my back, rubbing up and down.

I pulled back and she asked me with her eyes what was wrong, and why I had a bruise on my neck. She looked to Stiles with a little bit of anger in her eyes.

“Mom, he didn't do this, okay? It was someone else.”

“Who? I'll sue them, I'll have them put in jail for attempted murder,” Mom said.

“And I love that you wanna do that, but--” I stopped and turned to look at Stiles, pleading with my eyes. “We have to tell her. If Claudia were here, we'd tell her, too.”

“Tell me what?” Mom asked.

I looked between her and Stiles, seeing him nod. “The supernatural beings of Beacon Hills.”

We sat Mom down and told her everything, just like we did with Dad and Noah; using the chess board. She got everything and believed us the moment we told her. Easy enough. She told Stiles to go shower since I had already had one that morning after sending Stiles that good morning text.

Mom helped pick out my outfit for the day. She told us that if we were gonna save Dad, Noah and Melissa, then we needed to go to school and get Lydia. I dressed in my normal attire; white v-neck, blue capris, black and white converse and my normal assortment of accessories. Hair was down and straight today 'cause I had the urge to straighten it. Makeup was simple, like normal; brows, concealer, power, eyeliner and mascara.

I was sitting in front of my vanity when Stiles walked in, dressed and ready to go. Mom walked behind me as I felt around my neck. “Okay, sweetheart, this is not a problem. Having gotten my share of hickeys in high school--”

“Mom, gross. I don't need to hear the gross details of yours and dads sex life, okay?”

“Aaaaand there she is, ladies and gentlemen. Still sassy as ever,” Stiles said. I looked at him in my mirror and smiled.

“Anyway,” Mom chuckled. “I developed some patented cover-up methods. Even let Natalie Martin take some credit for a few of them.”

“Really? Ms. Martin?” I asked.

“Honey, she was worse than me at one point,” Mom chuckled. “Then she met Lydia's father and the rest is history.”

I looked at myself in the reflection. The necklace Claudia gifted me around my neck didn't do a good job at covering my bruise, but I stopped my Mom from doing anything further with my make up. Her and Stiles looked at me through my mirror.

“If you don't wanna go to school, sweetheart, you don't have to,” Mom said. “I know having your dad be taken as a Guardian sacrifice is a big thing, and almost dying as well. Your grades won't suffer if you miss a day... or three.”

I was quiet for a second as I thought. Stiles got up from my bed and walked over to my vanity. Mom backed away to let Stiles talk to me “alone”.

“Baby? What are you thinking?” he asked.

I still had my hand on my neck, observing my bruise. “Not going to school isn't it. Dad being taken isn't it. It's just... Jennifer tried to strangle me... and I survived,” I said, turning my head from him back to my reflection. “I don't need to hide that.”

Mom smiled and walked back over to me, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear from behind. She looked at Stiles, letting him continue riding the being the best boyfriend train.

He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers together. “No. No, you don't.” He stood up, making me stand with him. He turned me to face him. He looked up at Mom, so that made me look at her, seeing her nod and take a couple steps back.

Looking back down to me, he guided my head to look at him. “You don't need to hide this,” he said, fingers coming down to my neck, lightly tracing the bruise. “Because you're Emma Grace Thomas, badass and Sass Master since the third grade. Nothing is able to bring you, and nothing will bring you down. Not Peter, not Jackson and Matt, and definitely not Jennifer Blake and the Alpha Pack brigade.”

I giggled. “Sounds like a 70's band.”

He smirked and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, bringing my lips up to meet his in a slow kiss. Nothing too dramatic, though, since my mom was still in the room.

She cleared her throat, making me pull away and smile. “I hate to break up this amazingly sweet moment between you two, but if you don't leave now, you'll never get to school on time. Actually,” she said, looking at her watch. “Yeah, you won't make it to first period since it's already started.”

I turned to my mom. “Alright. We're going.”

“If you find any information on your father, let me know,” she said.

“I will,” I smiled.

~~~

We ended up going to Lydia's house. Stiles told her everything that happened last night, including how Scott's with Deucalion now.

“I don't believe it,” she said. “Scott can't really be with them. He can't be.”

Stiles sighed, leaning on the chair in front of him with his hands. “You didn't see the look on his face, though. It was--”

I put my hand on his back, gently rubbing back and forth.

“Then what can we do?” I asked.

“I get that we're some kind of, like, human Geiger counters for death, but...” Lydia started.

“But we don't know how to turn it on and off yet,” I added. She looked at me and nodded slightly, looking down.

“All I know is that she tried to kill Emma because of--” Lydia looked up at me, sharing a more serious look.

Stiles looked back and forth between us. “Because of what? Hey, guys, what?”

“When she called us banshees, she was surprised by it,” I said. “What if that's not why she tried to kill me?”

“Then why did she, babe?” Stiles asked, quietly.

“That's what we need to find out.”

~~~

Walking down one of the many steps to the second floor we have in this school, I sighed and felt a super small sense of dread.

“Aiden's not texting me back,” Lydia said. Stiles and I stopped walking, making Lydia turn around and face us after she took a couple of steps. Stiles looked behind us then back at Lydia.

“Okay, well, maybe we could just--” she said.

Stiles' phone vibrated, so he took it out of his pocket while Lydia continued saying, “We could go over there and--”

Stiles looked at his phone, dropping one hand.

“Babe, what?” I asked. I was watching him the whole time.

“Oh, god,” Lydia said. “What is it now?”

Stiles licked his lips and shook his head once. “It's from Isaac,” he said. He turned his sights to me. “Apparently, your dad went to the bank with them.”

“Them who?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

“Allison, Isaac and her father,” Stiles said. “Jennifer, she t-- she took your father. She took him.”

I looked at him, saddened by the fact that my dad was now with her and waiting to be murdered. “She's got all three now,” he said.

I was trying to not panic. I looked down, seeing Stiles put his phone back in his pocket, his hand shaking. One of the first signs of his panic attacks.

“Babe. Please, calm down,” I said, placing my hand gently on his arm.

His breathing started to pick up. “Stiles--” I said.

“There's still time,” Lydia interrupted. “We still have time, right?”

Stiles picked his head up, looking around him.

“Lydia, I love you like a sister, but please, hush,” I said, still trying to remain calm.

He started gasping.

“Stiles? Is he okay?” she asked.

He put his finger to tell her to hold on, and turned around.

“What is it? What's wrong?” she said.

He turned around completely, facing me. “I think I'm having a panic attack.”

“You are having one,” I said, putting my hand around his arm. “Come on,” I said, pulling him out of sight from everyone in the hall. The last thing he needs is someone to whip out their phone and start recording him panicking.

I took him to the one place that I knew no one would be in at this hour; the locker room.

We stepped inside and all of us dropped our bags on the ground. I put my hand back around his arm, pulling him the few feet towards an equipment locker, where he slid down to the ground, gasping for air.

“Baby, just count with me, okay? Like we used to,” I said, raising my hand. “Ready? Count. One, two,” I started.

He looked at my hand. “Th—th—three,” he said. Normally getting to three would start the process, but he just gasped for more air. “I-- I can't.”

“Okay, what about my heart beat?” I asked.

He nodded shakily, so I got up on my knees, shuffling forward the few inches I needed to. I gently grabbed his head and placed his ear on my chest. He wrapped his arms around me, but dropped them after a couple of seconds. It didn't work. Damn, it always works. He leaned back against the locker.

“Just try and think of something else, anything else,” I said.

“Like what?” he gasped.

“Uh, happy things, good things,” I said, still trying to remain calm.

“Friends, family,” Lydia said.

Stiles and I looked at her like she was nuts.

“Oh, I mean-- not family,” she said. She looked at me as I said, “I've done this before.”

Like a light bulb going off in my head as Stiles started to hyperventilate, I quickly turned my head to Stiles. “You’ve done this before,” I whispered. I placed my hands on his cheeks, making him look at me. “Shh, shh. Stiles, look at me. Shh, look at me,” I said, gently. He looked me in the eyes. “Shh, Stiles,” I said, and did the one thing I wanted to do since I noticed his hand in the hallway.

I kissed him.

My eyes opened a couple of seconds later after pulling away, realizing that I really do love this kid and have for a while. I looked at him and noticed that his breathing was back to normal. His brows were scrunched and his mouth was opened just a little.

“H—How'd you do that?” he breathed.

“I, uh-- I read once that... holding your breath could stop a panic attack,” I said. I shrugged a little and tilted my head before I continued. “So, when I kissed you,” I whispered, tracing my finger along his bottom lip. Not in an intimate way, but in a loving way. “You held your breath.”

He nodded a little. I heard Lydia's heels click on the floor, turning to look over my shoulder at her opening and closing the door. I turned back to Stiles as he asked, “I did?”

I nodded. “Yeah. You did.”

He had a sad look on his face, so I placed my hand on his cheek. He leaned into my hand and closed his eyes for a minute. “Thanks, baby.” He opened his eyes. “That was really smart.”

I chuckled. He pulled his head from my hand, situating himself on the floor. He spread his legs and held his hand out. I crawled over to him, placing myself between his legs and leaned against him, ear on his chest. “I don't know. I just read it somewhere. Plus, you helped me get out of my panic attack I had last year the night I moved in with you.”

I looked up at him, and smiled a little. I wanted to tell him right then and there how I felt, but it didn't seem like the appropriate time. I placed my head back on his chest.

It was quiet for a couple of minutes before I spoke up again. “But if I was really smart,” I sassed, to which he chuckled. “I would tell you to sign up for a few sessions with the guidance counselor.”

He was quiet for a few extra seconds. I looked up at him, eyebrows scrunched. “Babe?”

“Morrell,” he said.

“Mo--” I started, but that light bulb went off again. “Ooh!”

“Get up,” he said, already moving to stand.

We got up from the ground and ran to our backpacks, picking them up. He opened the door and held it open for me.

“Where are you guys going?” Lydia asked once we were in the hallway.

“Morrell,” I said.

All three of us walked down the hall to her office, Stiles opening the door once we got there. We all walked inside, noticed another student sitting in there.

“Are you here for Ms. Morrell?” Stiles asked.

“No, I thought this was gym class,” she sassed.

“Sweetheart, there's only room for one Sass Master and that's me,” I said, pointing to myself.

“Do you know where she is?” Lydia asked.

“If I did, I wouldn't be waiting here for 20 minutes,” she said, holding her hands out. “So how about you three back out the door and wait your turn?”

“We're not here for a session.”

“Well, I am. And I've got some serious issues to work on,” the girl said.

“Hey, wait, wait,” I said. “You're Danielle. You talked to me. You said that Stiles and I were cute together. Remember? Heather's party?”

“Heather's best friend,” Stiles said.

“Yeah, I remember you. Emma, right?” Danielle asked. I nodded. “And I was Heather's best friend. We've been working on that issue three times a week.”

“Hold on, did you say Ms. Morrell's 20 minutes late?” Lydia asked.

“And I don't know why either,” Danielle said. “She's always on time.”

“I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester. She was never late,” Lydia said, looking at me and Stiles.

“Yeah, yeah. I saw her a couple of times, too,” I said.

“Wait, what?” Stiles asked, looking at me.

“Yeah, after I found Kyle's body,” I said.

“Then she’s not late. She's missing,” he said.

“What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something?” I theorized.

Stiles looked over to Morrell's desk. “Then I wanna know what she knows.” He walked over to the other side of the desk, opening a drawer.

“What are you doing?” Danielle asked, leaning forward in her chair. Lydia and I took a couple steps towards him.

“Trying to find her,” he said.

“Those files are private,” Danielle said.

“Yeah, she's kinda right, babe,” I said.

Holding out a folder, he said, “Babe, that one's yours.”

“Let me see that,” I said. I took the folder from him and opened it. I put it on the desk and started flipping through the sheets of paper that were in here.

Stiles stopped his movements and Danielle, along with Lydia, stepped closer to me.

“Wait, baby, that's your drawing,” Stiles said.

“Yeah, I know,” I said. “It's a tree.”

“Yeah, good, too,” Danielle said.

I looked over her and smiled. “Thank you.”

“No, babe, that's the same one, though,” Stiles said, standing up.

“Same as what?” I asked.

“The same one I always see you drawing in class and at home,” he said.

“It's a tree,” I deadpanned. “I just picked up drawing trees.”

“No,” he said, sighing. “It's the exact same one.” He walked over to me, grabbing the paper out of my hand. “Don't you see?”

I was looking down at the drawing in front of me.

“Alright, give me your bag,” he said, unzipping my backpack and taking out my folder I use for doodles. He opened it and flipped to one of my trees. “There, see?”

I looked at both of the drawings, moving my notebook out of the way a little bit. I looked between both of them before I flipped the page. Again and again and again.

“Okay, you can have my session,” Danielle said. “You got bigger issues.”

Stiles moved to start flipping through my notebook as tears sprang to my eyes. I took in a shaky breath. “What is this?” Lydia placed a hand on my shoulder.

Stiles stopped flipping once he came to a page and looked at it intently. “Wait, flip it over,” I said. He slowly flipped the notebook as I gasped. I placed my hand on his shoulder, making Lydia drop hers from my own.

“I know where they are,” he said. He looked over his shoulder at me. “You do, too.” He closed my notebook and replaced it in my bag, zipping it back up. I put my file back in Morrell's drawer and walked out with Stiles and Lydia into the hallway.

“It's the Nemeton,” he said.

“That's where she's keeping them,” I added.

“The way you two tag team is slightly annoying,” Lydia said.

“Stilinski! Thomas!” Rafael yelled.

Stiles and I let out sighs as we took a couple of steps in front of Lydia, turning to face her.

“Alright, look, go to Derek, okay? He and Peter, they've been there before, so they'll know where it is. Tell them it's the root cellar, alright? They'll know,” Stiles said.

Lydia walked off as we turned around. I jerked back a little when I saw Rafael McCall standing there.

“Holy hell, did you get taller in the last eight years or did I shrink?” I sassed. “Because I'm not sure which one.”

“Hello, to you, too, Emma,” he said. He looked over to Stiles. “Did you know your dad's car is in the school parking lot and has been since last night?”

And this is where Stiles has to play dumb. “No. What does that mean?”

“It means he's officially missing. And yours,” Rafael said, looking at me. “Has been reported missing since this morning. His car at the abandoned First National Bank. I need to ask you two some questions. Come with me.”

I looked at Stiles and rolled my eyes, following the human giant to an empty classroom. He went and leaned on the teacher’s desk. Stiles was sitting on top of the desk behind the one I was sitting in. We were sitting the same way we did when we brought Derek to the school so that Lydia and Allison could show him the bruise on their wrists.

“Stiles, why am I getting the feeling you know something that could help us find yours and Emma's dads?” Rafael asked.

Stiles was silent for a moment before he spoke up. “If I did, why would I not tell you?”

“If it meant helping them both, why wouldn't you?”

“So, you're asking me to tell you what I wouldn't not tell you?”

I snickered, making Rafael look at me with an expression that read cut it out. I just bit my lips in between my teeth.

He looked back to Stiles. “First, I have no idea what you just said. Second, how about you just help me help you?” he said.

“Well, I don't know how to help you help me tell you something that would help you if I don't know it,” Stiles said.

I let out another snicker.

“Are you two doing this on purpose?” Rafael asked.

“I'm not doing anything. You haven't addressed me or asked me any questions. Seems like you're ganging up on Stiles here for no reason,” I said.

“Look, we don't know anything, okay? Can we just go?” Stiles asked.

“Where are your other friends?” Rafael asked.

I sighed and crossed my arms. “You mean your son? Scott?”

“I mean Scott,” he said, grabbing his small detective notebook, reading more names from the pad. “I mean Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, these twins Ethan and Aiden.” He flipped his pad closed. “I've been told your whole little clique didn't show up at school today.”

“First, never say clique again. And second, we don't have a clique,” I quipped.

“Emma, come on,” Rafael said. “It's been a pretty disturbing amount of violent activity in this county in the last few months, several murders tied to this school. I don't know what's going on here, but it's serious.”

I had my head leaned back, looking up at Stiles who was looking off to the side.

“And-- hey.” I picked my head up as Stiles turned his back to Raf. “Your dads are missing.”

I leaned back again to look at Stiles as he tilted his down. We looked at each other for a moment. I heard Rafael stand up.

“Fine,” the Agent said. “But I don't want you two going home alone. You have someone you can stay with tonight?”

“Each other,” I said, picking my head back up to look at him. At his confused look, I elaborated. “Oh, you didn't hear? Stiles and I, here, have been dating the past five months. And I moved in with him and his dad when mine went off the rails with alcohol. But, ya’know, he got better in less than a year.”

“They're with me,” Deaton said. All three of us looked over at the doorway he was standing in.

~~~

All of us; Deaton, Isaac, Lydia, Allison, Stiles and myself, were all in the exam room of the animal clinic, discussing where the Nemeton might be. Stiles and I were leaning against the table on our arms, Lydia at the end to our right, Isaac behind us and Allison pacing behind us. Deaton walked into the room as we all started our explanations.

“It has to be on a telluric current,” Stiles said.

Talking or watching movies got my mind off of things, so when I decided to take over, Stiles didn't get upset. He just placed a hand on mine. “Or maybe even at the axis of two or where they all intersect. We just know it's where Derek took Paige to die.”

Allison leaned her hands on the table. “My dad and Gerard were there once. But Gerard said it was years ago, and he couldn't remember where it was. My dads working on trying to remember where it is, so he's obviously not here right now.”

“Yeah, ours either,” Stiles said.

“Then how do we find this place?” Isaac asked.

Stiles and I looked at each other then back to Deaton. He was looking off to the side. “There might be a way. But it's dangerous.” He looked at us. “We're gonna need Scott.”

~~~

Stiles drove me and Deaton out the Preserve. I texted Scott and told him to meet us. Deaton and Stiles were leaning against the front of the Jeep, me leaning my chest against Stiles'. He pushed up when he saw Scott walking towards us, making me turn around.

“How'd you guys find out?” Scott asked.

“Emma,” Stiles said. I thinly smiled. I was getting far beyond anxious, and I think Scott knew it, too.

“You?” I asked.

“Morrell,” Scott said. “None of the other Alphas know where it is either.”

“So, if this works, are you gonna tell them?” Stiles asked. Deaton had explained to us how we can find the Nemeton. Hence why I'm anxious.

Scott looked down at the ground for a moment. “I can't stop Jennifer without them.”

Deaton looked at all three of us, then back to Scott. “How about we concentrate on finding your parents first?”

Scott nodded while Stiles wrapped his right arm around my shoulders. “What's the plan?” Scott asked.

“Essentially, you, Emma and Stiles need to be surrogate sacrifices for your parents,” Deaton said.

Scott looked at me and Stiles. “We die for them? I mean, look at Emma. She's super scared and-and-and anxious--”

“But he can bring us back, Scotty,” I interrupted, voice quiet.

“You can-- you can bring us back, right?” Stiles asked.

“You two remember the part where I said it was dangerous?” Deaton asked. We looked away. “If it goes right, the three of you will be dead for a few seconds, but there's something else you need to think about. This is a dangerous thing for more reasons than one.”

I shifted myself so that I was up against Stiles' side, my arm around his back, the side of my face to his chest. He tightened his grip on me ever so slightly, kissing the top of my head.

“You'll be giving power back to the Nemeton, a place that hasn't had power for a long time,” Deaton said. “This kind of power is like a magnet. It attracts the supernatural, the kind of things that family like the Argent's can fill the pages of a bestiary with. It will draw them here, like a beacon.”

“Doesn't... sound any worse than anything we've already seen,” Stiles said. I could hear the rumble of his voice in my chest, one of my favorite sounds to help calm me.

“You'd be surprised at what you have yet to see,” Deaton replied.

“Is that it?” Scott asked.

Deaton was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “No.”

I quickly looked at him, turning my body away from Stiles. “No? What the hell do you mean no?”

Stiles grabbed me and pulled me back in our previous position.

“It'll also have an effect on the three of you,” Deaton continued. “You won't be able to see it, but you'll feel it every day for the rest of your lives. It'll be a kind of a... a darkness around your heart, and permanent, like a scar.”

I shifted my head in a way where I was able to look at Scott, him and I locking eyes before we spoke in unison. “Like a tattoo.”

After leaving the Preserve, Stiles took Scott and I home to get something we needed for this sacrificial episode we were about to play out for our parents. We also changed our clothes. Stiles and Scott wore a t-shirt with black pants and I was in one of my black v-necks and a black pair of shorts that were just a little too short, but I didn't give two craps at this point.

I was the last to get my item, but I knew what I wanted to grab, so I called Mom and asked where it was. She told me it was in a box at the top of their closet marked “BHHS Winter Formal '86”

I had Stiles help me pull the box down and look through it. “Is this it?” he asked, holding said item up.

I slowly took it from his hand. “Yeah. Yeah, this is it.”

I stood up and walked out of the closet. I was in a hurry and didn't feel like putting the box back.

We piled back up in Stiles' Jeep, him heading down the road back to the clinic.

A few minutes after we got there, Deaton, Allison, Lydia and Isaac were filling up metal tubs with water, ice and some kind of leafy herb thing. Looked like rosemary to me, but I didn’t question it. It wasn’t important.

Scott, Stiles and I were pacing back and forth in the room, thinking about what was about to go down.

“Alright,” Deaton said. “What did you bring?”

We all looked at each other like who was gonna start. Stiles decided to go first.

“Uhm, I got my dad's badge,” he said, holding up Sheriff's badge. “Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand, so I tried hammering it out a bit. Still doesn't look great.”

I walked over and put my arm around his back, giving him a side hug, to which he returned.

“Well, it doesn't need to look good if it has meaning,” Deaton said.

Stiles and I looked at the badge as he ran his thumb over it.

“What's that?” Isaac asked, looking at my hand. I shook my head no, that I didn't wanna speak just yet, so Scott spoke up.

“Uhm, my dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked,” he said.

“Emma?” Deaton said. I looked up at him, a sad look on my face. “What did you bring?”

I brought my hand up and rested it against Stiles' stomach, staring at my item. I sighed deeply, gearing myself up to speak through the tears that started brimming my waterline. “Uhm, my dad's boutonnière from his Winter Formal with my mom. It's... where they got together. Where they declared their love for each other, where it all started for them. I wanted something like what they have, and now that I do, this means more to me than almost any other item I own.”

It was silent for a moment before Deaton spoke up. “Okay, the three of you will get in. Each of us will hold you down until you're essentially... well, dead. But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether.”

I looked up at Stiles, seeing him already looking at me. I saw from the corner of my eye Lydia walking to Scott.

“Lydia... you go with Stiles. Isaac with Emma. Allison with Scott,” Deaton said.

Lydia looked at me and gave me a reassuring smile. I looked back up to Stiles. “Are you sure? I mean, Stiles and I both have to go under.” I wasn't mad or jealous about this fact.

Stiles rubbed his hand on my back. “It's okay.”

I nodded and looked down. I moved from my spot beside Stiles and to the side of the room, taking deep breaths. I took off the jacket I had put on and toed out of my Converses. I grabbed the necklace that I never took off, the one from Claudia and took another deep breath, nodding to myself. When I turned around I saw that Scott and Stiles were both jacketless and shoeless. I walked to the middle tub, Scott on my left, Stiles on my right. I looked over at Stiles and took a couple of steps towards him, him turning and facing me.

I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. “Just know that if I don't make it back and you do...” I paused and looked down to get my wits together. “Just know that...” I paused once more, looking back at him. It was now or never. Literally. “I love you.”

He leaned forward and pressed our lips together. When we pulled away, he placed his hands on my cheeks, looking me deep in my eyes. “I love you, too.”

I kissed him again and pulled away, taking my steps back to the tub, Isaac, Lydia and Allison walking over to us. None of us moved for a few seconds, so I took the initiative. I looked at Isaac and nodded my head slightly. He held out his hand to help me into the tub. Once my toes met the ice, I gasped at the coldness.

Once I was sitting in the tub, I was shivering like nobody's business. I leaned back against the tub, the water covering my collarbones. I wanted to stay above water as much as I could so that I could look over and see my boys easily.

“Scott, by the way,” Stiles said. “if I don't make it back and you do, you should probably know something. Your dad's in town.”

I looked over to Scott seeing him looking forward.

I felt Isaac's hands on my shoulders, so I looked over at Scott and nodded my head. It's go time.

I looked over at Stiles, and him at me. I mouthed I love you to him, him immediately mouthing it back.

After I looked forward and took a deep breath, Isaac pushed me into the water, it splashing over the sides.

The very last thing I remember seeing was darkness.

Complete and utter darkness.

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