#mateo better be shook

[papayadays]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

🎻 -> 81 and Oscar piastri?

a/n: sorry for taking so long! 😔 been busy with school but hope 1.6k oscar fic makes up for it <33

“holy mac ‘n cheese balls,” you said, gawking as you drove down the bend of road that lead to a modern-looking building. beside the road was a pond, with sunlight glittering over the surface.

“this is actually real,” your friend added, eyes also wide with awe. with shakier hands than you’d have liked to admit, you parked your car in the lot, both of you getting out and taking in the view. no, it wasn’t the louvre or some famous tourist attraction; in fact, it was something much better in your opinion.

the mclaren technology center, home of the mclaren formula 1 team. you and your friend were huge f1 fans, and mclaren was by far your favorite team. so, when you got an email saying that you had won the mtc tour courtesy of your mclaren plus membership, you two were ecstatic. jumping up and down while screaming levels of estatic. deciding to match, your friend wore her lando shirt and you wore your oscar merch.

at the door, an employee dressed in papaya was waiting for you, a smile on his face. “hi, i assume you’re here for the tour?”

you nodded, beaming. “yup! me and my friend.” you two were ushered inside, the sight of historic f1 cars making your eyes widen.

“i’m mateo, and i’m set to be showing you around,” the employee grinned. “but, since the f1 season is on break, we’re also joined by some special guests.” he glanced over your shoulder, and you turned around to see oscar piastri and lando norris walk over towards you two. holy shit, was this real? you were about to meet both mclaren drivers, your favorites, in person.

“hey, how are you?” oscar smiled at you two, sticking out his hand. you shook it, an awestruck expression on your face - you just shook oscar piastri’s hand, you were never going to wash it again - which you quickly masked. they were probably annoyed with how many people mooned over them, and you would too if you were in their position.

“good, how about you?” you responded, your friend squeezing your arm tightly.

oscar chuckled. “we’re doing good, looking forward to showing you around.”

mateo glanced at his phone before looking back at the drivers. “so, are you guys taking over? because i just got an email for a meeting?”

“yeah,” lando nodded. “we’re showing them around, i think.” mateo gave him a thumbs up and headed off, leaving you and your friend with the drivers.

“first off, what are your names?” oscar asked. you and your friend answered, still in shock that formula one drivers were learning your names.

oscar nodded, internalizing that information as lando clapped his hands together. “how long have you guys been mclaren fans?”

“as soon as we started watching f1, which was what- ten years ago?” you responded, your friend having the same experience as you.

oscar’s eyes widened as lando gave you two his signature smile. “perfect, we have loyal fans,” he said, amused. “c’mon, we’ll show you the cars first.”

your eyes immediately landed on the mp4/2 while lando was explaining something about the modern car to your friend. “so, you know your stuff, huh?” oscar remarked, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

“of course i do, it’s one of the most dominant cars in, y’know, the team’s history,” you chuckled. “i take fan duties very seriously.”

“i would expect no less,” the australian driver snorted, both of you turning your attention back to lando.

“…and that’s why the 2026 regs are similar to drs,” he finished, turning and walking down a bit more.

you glanced at the cars, fingers reaching out as if to touch it before pulling it back. you probably couldn’t mess with the cars. “it’s fine, you can touch it,” oscar said, amused. you placed your hand on the sidepod, awe sparking in you; you were touching an engineering masterpiece.

“thanks,” you whispered, though unsure of what you were thanking him for. “it’s beautiful.” oscar’s expression softened, smiling at you. as your attention shifted, you didn’t notice lando elbowing the younger driver with a shit-eating grin.

you stopped by mika haikkinen’s mp4-13, nodding appreciatively. “the first mclaren designed by adrian newey,” oscar commented, standing next to you as you admired the car.

nodding, you took a picture of the car, like you had been with all of the noteworthy cars. wanting to reference something from your uni engineering homework, you took it out of your bag, asking your friend something. you quickly sketched a small feature on your work, laying it flat on a nearby table while your pencil moved across the paper.

you hear oscar call out your name. “c’mon, they’re already moving ahead,” he told you and you followed him.

soon, you reached the more private rooms for debriefings and r&d before heading to the trophy cases. “whoa,” you breathed out, eyes scanning all the trophies.

“yup,” lando chimed proudly. “we’re a successful team. does that trophy ring a bell?” he pointed to the trophy from his maiden win in miami.

“obviously,” you laughed, recalling your glee that day. “that was a good race.” lando gave you a smug grin, clearly still reminiscent of that exciting may day.

you walked a little further, eyes drawn to the shiny silver baku trophy. hearing footsteps behind you, you turned your head slightly, papaya orange in your periphery. “how did it feel?” you asked softly.

oscar blinked for a second, not expecting that question. “it was um, definitely stressful while i was driving,” he responded. “but after, it was incredible. i was so happy.”

“i would think so,” you smiled. “it was a really good race, especially defence against leclerc.”

“thanks,” oscar nodded, brown eyes meeting yours. no, snap out of it, you thought to yourself as you glanced back at the trophy shelf, cheeks pink. oscar was a formula 1 driver. way out of your league, if he’d ever give you the chance in the first place.

“best story to tell our class later,” your friend commented, moving next to you.

“agreed,” you snorted. “i also need to show our profesor my revised drawings for-” you rummaged around in your bag, frowning. “where did my uni work go?”

“did you take it out here?” oscar asked, having clearly eavsdropped. you nodded, searching around the room.

lando looked around before pointing at you and oscar. “check the boulevard, we’ll check here,” he instructed. you listened wordlessly, turning and heading back the way you came, oscar on your heels.

you glanced at all the cars you stopped at, frustration growing as your work was nowhere to be found. “hey, it’s okay, we’ll find it,” oscar reassured you, surprising you slightly. his eyes drifted over your shoulder, brightening as he walked towards a little nook, grabbing the paper on the table. “oh, it was right here.”

your expression changed to one of shock, moving to stand next to oscar who was indeed holding your classwork. however, the australian driver wasn’t handing it back. “oscar?” you tried.

“huh? oh. sorry,” he said sheepishly, handing you the paper. “was just, um, intrigued by it. i used to take math and physics gcses at school.

you glanced up at him, amused, as he added, “it looks like good engineering.”

“thank you,” you chuckled, tucking the paper safely in your purse. “so you’re saying you juggled racing and gces?”

“a levels too,” oscar said, a faint smirk on his face that was not common of him.

“valid,” you laughed, walking side by side with him as you two made your way back to the others. “that must’ve been insane. school and racing?”

“it was…something,” oscar agreed. “though i’m not half as smart as you.” before you could respond, you were reunited with the others and lando was already talking.

“oh, osc, perfect!” lando beamed. “we’re gonna wrap up now and sign some merch for them. you guys both get signed drivers cards and a hat signed by both of us.”

your eyes widened with surprise; it just kept getting better. oscar pulled a sharpie out of thin air, seemingly. “do you want me to sign anything for you?” he asked.

“could you sign my shirt and hat?” you said, letting oscar write his signature. “thanks.”

“no problem,” oscar nodded, not working on signing your driver card. he handed it back to you, but your jaw dropped as you saw his number as well.

“oscar-” you were cut off as he unexpectedly grabbed your arm, pulling you two out of lando and your friend’s earshot.

“i wanted to give you my number and ask if you wanted to have dinner with me sometime,” he explained, slightly bashful. now your jaw was fully on the floor. “i just, i dunno, felt a flicker with you. i think you’re not like many other people i’ve met, and i really enjoy talking to you.”

you willed yourself not to start freaking out, not wanting to seem like a fangirl and scare him. “that’d be great, oscar. but, don’t you think you’re kinda out of my league?” you responded, making oscar blink in surprise.

“out of your league? if anything, i’m out of your league,” he replied. “i don’t care if you’re a fan rather than anyone else, i like talking to you.” and damn it, you didn’t really know what else to say to that.

“then yeah, i’d really like that,” you smiled. oh god, you were down bad already.

“me too,” oscar grinned, brown eyes meeting yours for the second time today.

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[samsm2mstories]

Christmas day! New body for me!!

Hey everyone it's your favourite story writer here!

As some of you might of known that I was trapped in a body for a few years due to some curse someone put on me, being a bottom twink wasn't fun for a top like me but I'm finally free!

I've travelled the world to find a new body, I wanted someone who's straight, young, a bit childish with a sexy body! I wouldn't mind them having a bit of a social media present also!

As I was exploring a sunny German town there was this one guy that stood out! Right height, goofy handsome face, nice build. I felt myself wanting him! I stayed around for a while and found out he was quite a bit of a local influencer which was perfect.

After a few minutes I found out who he was and it only made me want to become Mateo even more! I was ready to swap him leaving him in this horny body of an American twunk. Good thing is that when we swap places he will on a plane back to America!

At the moment of time, Mateo was talking to the locals and I walked up to him and introduced myself, as we shook hands there was a tint buzz from our hands and that confirms to me he's ready to become mine. I told him quiet that he soon will become something amazing.

A few hours later..

I was on the plane heading back to America, I checked the time and I activated the swap!

My body shook a little bit as suddenly I was standing in front of a mirror with new memories!

I looked and smirked!

I'm Mateo!

That feeling of a new body, the energy that surging around me now, especially my new bulge below. My tastes are different, my eye sight is better, my breathing and feeling my muscles expands. I felt so powerful and sexy. This was the body of a very confident straight young German jock!

I love my new memories, how I've fucked a few times with this cock, now it's mine now. I can't wait to show those horny guys how a real man fucks with all this strength. These memories were driving me insane, I am so popular now and actually wealthy. My body is key to make money, maybe starting up an OF would work for that easy cash!

Just admire my sexy new life everyone. I'm Mateo and don't you forget it.

It's time to hit up my local gym session and get these muscles pumped for my first fuck later on!

🎅🎄🎅HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!🎅🎄🎅

[mavrintarou]

[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [6]

Thank you for your patience, I've got carried away with reading some novels I found on Instagram.

Warning: fluff and explicit smut activities

Fifth part Seventh part

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Toru vaguely remembered a few weeks ago before he knew Y/n was his unite mate, that he had wished there was a window connecting to their units to allow the piano sounds to flow more clearly between them.  

Well, Mother Nature heard his wish. 

He eyed the damage before looking at Y/n’s equally shocked expression. “Well, this is a surprise.” 

“Indeed,” Y/n muttered, walking closer to stand across from him. She could partially see into Toru’s bedroom and Mateo’s nursery. “They weren’t kidding about possible interior damage.” 

They stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter.  

“This is crazy!” She exclaimed, breaking into a fit of giggles. After a few seconds she wiped her tears, “today can’t get any better.” 

Toru steps across and over to Y/n’s side, pushing aside the rubble on the ground. “Something we will definitely remember.”  

“Is Mateo down?” Y/n’s eyes are on Toru as he closes the distance between them.  

Toru nodded, standing before her. “Completely out, didn’t even stir when I set him down in his cot in the living room.”  

They gazed silently at each other, enveloped in a world that consisted only of the two of them amidst the eventful day. 

“Would you like… some tea?” Y/n offered, gesturing towards her kitchen. “Or I can bring it over so we hear Mateo if – “  

“It’s okay, we can have tea here. When he wakes up, you will know.” He chuckles, “Mateo makes it known he is up.” 

Y/n smiled and headed to the kitchen, “then I’ll get some tea going.” 

Toru took the opportunity to tour her living room, he walked towards her bookshelf and something immediately caught his eye. “I remember this manga!” Memories began flooding back as he remembered the storyline and which volume he left off. He had completely forgotten about this manga.  

Y/n returned with two cups and watched Toru huddling by her bookshelf. He was so engrossed in something that she set their cups down before approaching him and peeking around his body to find him flipping through the old manga they were once invested in.  

“You remember?” Her voice startled him, making him flinch. She broke out in a fit of giggles, “sorry, thought you heard me… did you ever finish the manga?” 

Toru shook his head, placing the book back on the shelf. “Actually, do you mind if I borrow your books? I wanna reread it.” 

Y/n shrugged her shoulders, “go for it.” 

.  . 

The following morning, Y/n woke up early, her eyes drawn to the clear view through Toru’s unit. It had not registered that the wall between her unit and Toru’s was accessible.  

Crossing across her living room, she peeked inside Toru’s bedroom and found him still asleep. He lay on his stomach with the comforters pulled up to his nose.

Y/n tuned her ears, as she heard faint cooing and realized it was coming from the little white monitor beside Toru’s bed. Shifting over, she peeked into his nursery and she couldn’t exactly see him but she could see and hear him more clearly.  

She quietly tipped toed over and Mateo was definitely wide awake, cooing to himself as he was still wrapped in his swaddle. Their eyes immediately locked and a wide smile spread on his face.  

“Good morning,” Y/n cooed, hovering over him from the side of his crib. “Your daddy still sleeping.” She reached over to loosen the swaddle, freeing his chubby arms as he stretched out his long body.  

Mateo was tall for his age and Y/n found out that he was at the ninety-eight percent tile for his height. It was no surprise considering Toru was tall himself, Y/n guessed if Mateo’s mother was a supermodel that she was most likely tall as well.  

He rolled over onto his belly and shifted his body towards her, he immediately began to whine, wanting to be picked up.  

Seeing that Toru himself wasn’t waking up, Y/n picked up the baby. She spotted a pre-made bottle beside the crib and reached for it. “Are you hungry?” 

Mateo excitedly eyed his bottle as Y/n shook the bottle, mixing the formula and water. She popped off the cap and walked over to the glider in the corner of his nursery. He reached for his bottle and latched on to the nipple, hungrily sucking away.  

Y/n had imagined countless times how motherhood would be when the day came. She had heard about the magical bond between a mother and her baby when it came to nursing and would love nothing more than to nurse her baby. Her heart ached at the thought of Mateo not experiencing that bond with his mother, let alone having a mother figure in his life.  

She didn’t judge his mother’s actions and decisions, but could not fathom how she could walk away and not look back. 

It was beginning to become harder for her to keep Mateo at a distance, she knew she shouldn’t overstep her boundaries, let alone get too close to him just in case… things didn’t work out.  

The thought already tore at her heart if she ever had to walk away from them. 

Was there room for Y/n in their lives? Could she potentially be someone to them?  

Mateo finished his bottle and began chewing on the nipple, cooing to himself.  

“Are you all done?” Y/n asked, lifting him in a sitting position. “We should probably change your diaper?” She stood up and walked towards the changing table. “Should we wake your daddy?” 

“I’m up,” a husky voice answered, “good morning to you two.” 

Y/n turned her head towards the open wall as Toru stood against the frame with his arms crossed. He stood tall and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. “This route is faster than going through the door.” He studded over and kissed the top of Mateo’s head before wrapping his arms around them both. “Morning hug!” 

. 

Y/n glances over her shoulder at Mateo sitting in his walker as her fingers dance across the keys of her piano. He remained in the exact spot she left him when she went and sat on her bench and began playing. His eyes are mesmerized as he suckles his pacifier and watches Y/n giving him a private show.  

An hour ago, Toru received a call informing him that his mother had been rushed to the hospital following a fall at the grocery store.   

“Go. Mateo can stay with me.” Y/n assured. 

Toru exhaled deeply and nodded his head, he leaned and pressed a kiss on Mateo’s head and then on hers, “thank you Y/n, call me if you need anything.”  

Y/n’s fingers gently slowed down as she smiled, noticing Mateo’s eyes started to droop. His head began to nod as he struggled to ward off the drowsiness.  

Completing her musical piece, Y/n stood and approached Mateo, who could hardly keep his eyes open as she drew near. She extended her arms, and he eagerly raised his own, yearning to be held. She cradled him in her embrace, and he nestled against her chest, his eyes closing instantly as he sought warmth and comfort. 

. 

Toru quickly punched in the code on this keypad and hastily entered his unit. Without pausing to remove his jacket, he rushed through his room and into Y/n’s unit. The space was tranquil, and he took a moment to catch his breath before his gaze landed on them, peacefully cuddled together on the couch, fast asleep.  

He couldn’t contain the smile on his face as he took a seat on the edge of the couch. Mateo seemed to be in dreamland with his face nestled comfortably against Y/n’s chest. Toru couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at his son’s current position. 

As if sensing someone, Y/n stirred, and eyes fluttered open. She smiled, “is everything okay with your mom?” 

Toru nodded, brushing her hair away from her face. “Yes, she had to get surgery, but it was minor, so she has to stay off her feet for a few weeks.” His eyes shift to Mateo, his hand brushing his son’s brown hair which has gotten longer each month. “Thank you,” he murmured, “I hope he wasn’t a handful for you?” 

Y/n shook her head, “he was good.” Her hand rubbed his bottom as he let out a sigh and Y/n chuckled, “he is such a good baby, Toru.”  

His gaze is soft as he glances between his son and Y/n, “I know, I’m truly blessed.” He held her gaze for a moment longer, “I’ll say it again, we’re truly blessed to have you too, Y/n.” His hand trails along her jaw and he gently grips her chin, “can… I kiss you?” 

Y/n nodded her head.  

Toru leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. It was a light kiss but sent electricity down to his toes. Their last kiss had been on his mind and with each passing second, he wondered when he would taste her lips again. 

Y/n moaned against his mouth, her hand cupping his face.  

“Goo...”  

Y/n shoved Toru, breaking their kiss. They both turned their gaze at Mateo who could barely hold his head up as he blinked away from his sleep.  

“Teo, why are you always interrupting us?” Toru groaned, he let out a chuckle and quickly sneaked a kiss from Y/n before planning dinner. 

.  . 

Within days, everything seemed to have changed in their little world.  

Their mornings would consist of their morning hug and breakfast. Next would be lunch and an afternoon walk around the park. Y/n and Toru took turns making dinner and ending the night with Y/n playing her piano and lullabying Mateo to sleep while Toru rocked him in her living room.  

The damage between their units was listed as a low priority and neither Y/n nor Toru was complaining about it. Toru didn’t mind that he had a walkway from his bedroom to Y/n’s unit and he didn’t think Mateo minded either, who recently learned to maneuver in the baby walker and would roll himself into Y/n’s unit from his nursery.  

Y/n’s once clean and tidy living room now has a large playpen filled with baby toys and colorful padding play mats.  

“Do you think he’ll start walking soon?” Y/n asked while watching Mateo trying to pull himself up on his feet by grabbing onto the wall of the playpen. He was determined, he had fallen on his bottom but would try again.  

Toru hummed softly, running his hand through her hair. The three of them settled within the playpen, Y/n finding comfort by resting her head on Toru’s lap while they observed Mateo playing in the corner.   

Mateo, in his attempt to stand, nearly succeeded before his grip gave away, causing him to tumble and roll onto his back. Frustration welled up, finding release in tears.  

“Come here baby,” Y/n sat up and beckoned with a gentle wave of her fingers. Mateo, with tears-streaked cheeks, began crawling towards them. Y/n scooped him up, embracing him tightly. 

Toru rested his chin on Y/n’s shoulder, his gaze fixed on his son who immediately ceased crying and blinked at his dad. “Do you feel better now that you’ve cried?” His son tilted his head and squirmed out of Y/n’s hold; he shifted his body towards his dad.  

Toru had expressed how he would do his best to provide his son with unwavering attention and affection, always mindful not to be overbearing. He seeks to find a balance, ensuring that Mateo feels cared for without becoming excessively indulgent. He aims to meet Mateos' needs without fostering a sense of entitlement, guiding him to understand the value behind every provision.  

Y/n quietly observed in silence, her heart swelling at the sight of the strong bond between father and son, especially as Toru spoke affirming words to the baby.  

Mateo maintained steady eye contact with his dad as if he understood every word.  

. 

Y/n gently swayed her body with the piano piece, a new piece for Mateo.  She continued playing even after Mateo had fallen asleep in Toru’s arms.  

She felt the spot beside her dip and glanced to her left, “tired?” 

“No,” he answered, his eyes spellbound by her music. “One day, I want to watch you play live.” 

“You’re watching me now?” 

Toru squeezed her sides, making her squirm. “You know what I mean.” He has always been amazed and impressed at her unwavering focus when playing the piano. Even during their teenage years, when he would groan and throw a fit during studying time, Y/n remained absorbed in her playing as if he weren’t present. She could effortlessly perform in a sizable auditorium, unfazed by the surrounding crowd, always maintaining a composed demeanor. 

He leaned close and pressed his nose against her neck. “Are you easily distracted?”  

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him. “No, as a pianist your focus is one of your strongest strengths. You must be able to continue playing even if there is an earthquake happening.” 

“Is that so?” He hummed, his tone lower suddenly, “it’s been a while since you must have been tested, should I help see if your focus is still there?” 

Y/n tensed as his right hand rested on her thigh, through her silk skirt, she could feel the heat of his palm. 

Not only have they been kissing more, but their kisses have also intensified. Always leaving them both breathless and turned on. Toru paid attention to her body language, making sure not to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.  

“Are you still good?”  

“Yes,” she breathed, her fingers still dancing across the keys perfectly.  

His fingers slowly bunched her skirt until the tip of his fingers danced across her skin. He expected a shift in her breathing but was amazed when she maintained a steady composure. “Your skin is so soft, Y/n.”  

Y/n’s breath hitched, for a reason as he withdrew his touch as he got up from the bench. Her eyes followed him as he moved behind her, “can you scoot as close as possible to the edge of the bench for me?” 

Without pausing her fingers, she shifted herself to the edge and frowned when Toru positioned himself behind her, his chest to her back and his legs resting on each side of hers.  

“Y/n,” Toru’s voice sent chills down her spine. “Spread your legs for me.” He smiled when her thighs widened, and he reached to pull up her skirt. “Good girl,” he praised, he rested both his palms on her thighs, rubbing along the length of them. “Is this, okay?” 

It was a few seconds, and she released a steady breath and nodded. “Yes,” she answered meekly.  

“At any point, if I make you feel uncomfortable, you stop me, okay?” He needed her to answer him, agreeing and understanding. 

“Okay.”  

“You continue to focus on your music,” he whispered, “and I’ll focus on you.” 

The moment his fingertips brushed against her panties; Y/n flinched. He wouldn’t have noticed but for just a millisecond there, her finger slowed, causing her to go off-tune. Only an expert would have caught it.  

Her lower lip was already trapped between her teeth as she remained quiet. She channeled her focus to her fingers, trying to keep the tingling feeling at the core of her pussy at bay. Can he feel how wet she was? 

“You’re so wet, already?” Toru chuckled, “is it for me?” his finger rubbed a gentle circle around her clit. “Answer me, Y/n?” he pleaded.  

“Y - yes.” She didn’t need to turn back and look to know he had his boyish grin.  

Her breath hitched when he trailed his fingers along her slit, teasing her and making her toes curl.  

The weight of his other palm lifted from her thigh, and she feels the cool air meeting her pussy as he pulled her panties to the side. His fingertips now pressed against the wetness of her pussy, spreading her juice. 

“To - Toru...”  

“You can’t be distracted, remember?” He pressed a kiss to her nape, his fingers itched badly to feel what the inside of her pussy would be like. “Keep your legs spread,” he reminded, teasing her as the tip of his middle finger would probe the opening. Her breath quickened but her fingers remained calm, moving across the piano with no problem.  

With the rhythm of the music, his fingertip would move in and out and would probe deeper each time.  

As Y/n’s fingers moved quickly, so did his fingers.

One… two… three… she counted each mistake she was making in her head and gave up as she no longer cared. It wasn’t like Toru knew the tune anyway and could distinguish the wrong notes played.

Toru nipped the junction between her neck and shoulder, and he slipped two fingers inside of her, groaning when her hot walls clamped around them. With his other hand, he released her panties and hooked one of her thighs, hiking it enough to not interfere with her hand movements.  

Y/n’s head rolled back and continued to keep playing, nonetheless. At last, she let out a soft moan and chanted his name; it rolled off the tip of her tongue beautifully with the music.  

“Toru... I’m - I’m so close.”  

His nose graze along her neck until his lips met her ear as he nipped, “if you cum before you finish with this piece, I get a wish then?” 

“O - okay...” 

Toru pressed his thumb against her clit and pumped his fingers faster. He felt her tense up and tightened his arm around her leg.  

Her pussy clenched around his fingers. They were long and reached her sensitive spot, stimulating her upcoming orgasm.

“No - wait – Toru!”  

Her fingers slipped, pressing the wrong key.

“Ah!” Her hand abandoned the keys and gripped his wrist that is pumping faster.  

With no more music, the only sound audible is her whimper and the lewd noise each time his fingers pump into her pussy.  

“Toru - wait... I’m going to cum,” she gripped the top of her piano, head dropping forward as her body tremble in a release.  

His fingers slowed down but continued to keep pumping until her walls finally stopped convulsing around them.  

“You!” she spun around, shooting him a glare over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed.

“I get a wish?” Toru smiled at her innocently, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them.  

She grabbed his wrist, forcing him to withdraw his fingers and whatever she was going to say was forgotten as she stood up and pressed her lips against his.  

. . .

E/n: Toru is so daddy...

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[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

7. Silent fury with Tarlos please 🥰🥰🥰

Carlos exited the bathroom and re-entered the living room. As soon as he was in his husband's line of sight, TK got up and stalked into the bedroom, throwing a haughty stare at Carlos over his shoulder.

Carlos sighed. This had been going on for almost two hours. Carlos knew his husband didn't like it when Carlos said no, but he was really hoping TK would pout for a little while and then they could enjoy the day together.

Clearly the love of his life had other ideas.

Carlos went to the kitchen and checked on his chili. There was a gathering tonight at Captain Vega's house; Carlos knew that Paul was also bringing chili, but the two had an ongoing debate over whose was better; tonight there would be many more judges.

Carlos peered over his shoulder and saw TK come out of the bedroom and flop on the couch. Now seemed to be as good of a time as any to try and thaw that ice.

"Well, that was a fun two hours of silent fury," Carlos said, slinging his arms around TK's neck from behind. TK didn't jump up from the couch; he just crossed his arms and pouted.

Granted, he hadn't turned around, but he didn't need to; Carlos was very familiar with that pout from all angles.

"Baby, I love you so much," Carlos murmured, lightly scratching TK's scalp. "I promise, I'm not trying to be control freak husband. But this time yesterday, you had a fever over a hundred. You're a medical professional..." at this, TK huffed and sprung off the couch. He stalked into the kitchen with Carlos at his heels.

"TK, everyone says you're supposed to be fever-free for twenty-four hours before doing something," Carlos reminded him. "Which you will be by tonight, and sitting around with friends isn't super taxing. But going to an indoor trampoline park not even a full day after you didn't want to get off the floor because it felt cool on your face cause you were burning up so much... well, it just seemed like the kind of thing that could wait".

TK was at the sink and turned around to shoot his husband another murderous glare. He had some choice words for Carlos this morning when Carlos told him in no uncertain terms was TK going to the trampoline park with Marjan and Mateo; this had been set up weeks ago, but that was before TK got that chicken salad from Target that got him sent home from work because he was getting so sick.

"Baby," Carlos reached out and squeezed TK's shoulder and TK angrily shook him off. "I love you more than anything in the world. I just want you to give your body time to rest". TK was now opening the cabinets and rummaging through them.

"Can I make you something?" Carlos asked as TK was running his hands over the different things in front of him TK still didn't answer, but shut the cabinets and picked up the box of Ritz crackers on the counter. Carlos didn't care for them, but his husband was a connoisseur of all types of crackers; he had a whole shelf of club crackers and mini club crackers and saltines and mini saltines- when he wasn't feeling well the day before he went through almost a full sleeve of Ritz crackers.

"You know, that's another thing," Carlos said. "Baby, the only thing in your stomach is ritz crackers and some oatmeal. That doesn't make for good trampoline jumping". His husband shot him a glare as he ripped open a new sleeve of crackers.

Crackers in hand, he walked over to the stove and took the lid off the pot of chili.

"TK... what are you doing?" Carlos asked. TK kept eye contact as he crumbled two Ritz crackers up in his hand. "Don't even think about it," Carlos said, taking a step closer. "I'm serious. This isn't funny". TK blinked once as his hand moved over the open pot of chili.

"Tyler Kennedy..." Carlos said in a low rumble as TK released the crumbs into the chili. Seeing Carlos about to pounce, he threw a handful of crackers onto the chili before he replaced the lid and made a run for it.

"Tyler Kennedy Strand!" Carlos roared as he chased his husband around their dining room table. "Get back here!"

"You know," his husband said cheekily, speaking to him for the first time since that morning, "for someone who had no energy to trampoline, I feel like I'm moving pretty quick. Don't you, babe?"

"You think you're funny". Carlos cracked his knuckles. "Wait til I catch you".

"Gotta catch me to kill me, babe," TK said sticking out his tongue as he made a dash for the bedroom with his husband right on his tail.

Thank you for the ask!!

[gadriezmannsgirl]

I took long doing this one, I know💀🥴 also not proofread

Also known as Gender Reveal (9)!

Birthdays -P.G6

Summary: It's Mateo's first birthday meaning craziness in the Páez Y/L/N household

"Do we have the balloons?"

"Yes"

"The cake?"

"Yes"

"The food?" Pablo hums nodding

"Do we-"

"We've got everything, amor" Pablo interrupted you as you sighed

"Do you think he'll enjoy this little party?"

"I'm not sure if little is the right word" Pablo admired the work you, mostly, did.

"It's not half of what we did to Lena, so I'm considering it little" Pablo laughs softly "I just want him to enjoy his first birthday ever"

"And he will, even though, he mostly won't even know what's going on but loves being cuddled and kissed" You smiled softly pushing your head into his chest

"Just like his dada" You whispered

"His dada loves being cuddled and kissed by his momma" You smile giggling and lifted your head at the same time Pablo leaned down and your lips met

"They'll be here any moment" You said after the kiss "We better hurry up with the final touches and get dressed"

"You look gorgeous like this" You blush grabbing the teddy figure with your son's name printed on it.

"Gracias, mi vida" You got into the small ladder but forgot about the tape "Pablo, amor. Pass me the tape, please"

"Aquí tienes. Cuidado te caes" (Here you go. Be careful)

"Lo tengo" (I got it)

"I'll help you" His hands went to your ass as you laughed freely

"Pablo!"

"I'm just helping my wife over here!"

"Quit your hands!"

"No. They're comfy and this way I make sure you won't fall" You laughed.

You couldn't lie, you enjoyed his hands on you.

"Alright, this is done" You said getting down with Pablo's help. "We're such a good team"

"We are" Pablo agrees "You mostly did all the job, though" You shook your head smiling

"You inflated most of the balloons" Pablo laughs "Team, amor. Equipo" You said before turning around "I'll take a quick shower, get dressed and ready. In twenty they'll be here"

"I can shower with you?"

"Only shower. No funny business"

"Those are for later in the night. Come on, let's go"

...

"¡Papi! ¡Mami!" Helena came in running, Pablo crunching down and lifting her in his arms

"This is gorgeous" Belén said smiling as she came with Mateo

"Thank you" You said smiling "I truly hope they weren't that bad"

"Never" Pablo, your dad-in-law, said; shaking his head "El pequeño se parece a su padre hasta en lo más mínimo" (Babyboy is alike his father even in the smallest things ever)

You looked at your babyboy in your arms as he was inspecting everything around him.

"¿Qué les puedo decir que no sepan?" (What can I say that you don't know already?)

"Hey" Pablo said as you all laugh

"Mat, hijo" You called him "Wanna go for a swim?" He laughs and kicks his feet, making you smile "Let's go then" You said seeing how the pool was starting to be used by your closest friends.

You pass Mateo to your husband as you go to the bathroom to change out of your floral dress. You helped Lena who followed you to change her out of her shorts and t-shirt.

"Look how pretty that girl is!" Your mom smiles already inside the pool with a drink on her hand as Helena smiled and laughed letting go of your hand to run towards her grandma

"¡Cuidado!" (Careful!) You said jogging behind her as your mom met her at the edge of the pool

"I got her, mi vida" She said getting out of the pool with Helena on her waist "You enjoy and get ready to serve everyone in here"

"None of that miss. The only ones I'm serving are you, Pablo, my in-laws and my kids, other than you they can do self-service"

"I love you so much, dear"

"I love you too, mom" You smiled and kissed her cheek watching how she pulled Helena underneath the water to prepare her for the pool.

"¡Mamá, mamá!" Mateo called you as you turned around to see him with his dad and a ball before he let it fall and splashed both boys. You laughed before you felt yourself being pushed

"Hijodetu-" You said inmediately as you went out to find Fermín and Pedri laughing "¡Mira tú-!" (Look, you-!) You cut yourself off spitting some water that had entered your mouth making them laugh harder "You'll see"

"Hey! Leave my wife alone!" Pablo said serious and Mateo throw them the ball

"Mamá" He yelled out with his dad's best feature, the frown

"Yeah, he's also asking you guys to leave his mom be"

The guys were laughing when Pedri and Fermín were suddenly pulled into the pool as well. Behind the prank, your mom and your mom in law were laughing

"Nobody messes with my daughter!" Your mom said as you got out of the pool drenched and high fived her.

When the guys started jumping over the pool and soon enough everyone was inside it, laughing and joking. You were with your mom, Belén, Aurora, a few WAG's and Mateo who had fallen asleep on your chest, sat chatting about everything whilst the guys were playing some football or handball.

The party was going nice, the gift box was over the top and everyone was enjoying the pastries you and your mom had made for your baby's birthday.

Soon, it was time for the cake, Mateo had to be woken up and in his face you could see he was very sleepy, you lifted him on your hip while Helena was on Gavi's and everyone started chatting the birthday song.

Mateo, even while sleepy, loved the attention he got from his grannys, who had their phones up to record everything with big smiles on their faces.

While blowing the candles, you and Pablo helped Mateo without him noticing and when he thought he had done it by himself, he had the biggest smile on his face.

You had grabbed two balloons for Lena and Mat, for them to keep and play around in the house with. Mateo, who had been up and electric now, was running with Aurora's babyboy, Javier and Ferran's little boy, Jeremías in the little park, you had settled up for the kids.

After a while, you went to see your babies, Helena was jumping up and down the inflatable as Mateo was playing with his cars in the floor "¡Mami, mami! ¡Ven, brinca conmigo!" You smiled taking off your shoes and bringing your babyboy into the mix.

When Pablo went to find you to tell you everyone had left, he smiled watching the three loves of his life be happy around each other

"Can I join in?" The three of you turn your heads to him

"¿Dejamos que papá se una?" (Should we let papá join in?)

"Yes!" Helena screamed and so did Mateo and by the time they said yes, Pablo was already inside the inflatable

"¿Qué tal están?" (How are you guys?)

"We're perfect and together, dad" Lena answered with a smile as Mateo nodded

"Just like what we'll always be" Pablo said kissing both Lena and Mateo's cheeks and then he leaned forward to kiss your lips winning an "ew" from the kids "What do you mean by "ew", eh?" He said launching forward to Mateo but wrapping his arms around Lena bringing her to him as he kissed them all over their faces, your kids laughter filling your heart with warm and love "AND LET'S NOT FORGET ABOUT MOM!" The three of them attacked you as you laughed receiving their kisses

"I love the three of you, so much" You said when Mateo yawned "But I think it's time to go home, don't you think babyboy?" He nods softly burying his head in your neck "You liked your birthday?" He nodded as you got out of the inflatable and picked the things up to get them in the car

In middle of pulling the things in the car, Mateo and Lena both fell asleep as you and Pablo smiled at your kids.

"Wish they stop growing up this fast" You said leaning on his chest seeing them in the back of the car

"I do too, we gotta enjoy every single little time we can before they get older" You nod "However, I meant it when I said we'll always be perfect and together" He kissed your temple, you smiled and wrapped your arms against him

"I know you did. I know it as well"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

Le gays, nothing new lmao. Undercut, you know the drill. @murkystarlight

Summary:

Cyborg Cooper only he mentally dies while thinking about the technicalities and freaks out to Mateo about it

Additional Tags:

Izzie and Z- Blob are there briefly. headcanons, Cyborg Cooper. Mateo’s a good boyfriend. Cooper’s sparky, literally. mental crisis. Author wrote this on a whim. Dream world setting. Comfort. No beta we die mentally. Aged-Up Character(s)

With a yawn, Mateo swung his feet over the side of his bed and swiveled his head around to take in the landing. 

Unlike usual the landing was mostly quiet and the only others in sight were Izzie and Cooper who were sitting over by the trunk of the Marlowbaconkiller, the treehouse tree. So fight them they had been annoying baby teens when they had named the poor tree.

Z-Blob landed with a squish as he jumped up onto Mateo’s shoulder and nuzzled into the teen’s cheek with a gooey head bump. Mateo leaned into it until Z-Blob popped back to simply go on to stand on his shoulder and Mateo got up. 

Lazily the two made their way over to the tree. 

As Mateo drew closer he took in how Izzie was scribbling notes aggressively in a notebook while leaning against the front of the tree trunk while Cooper leaned up against the side, staring down in dismay at his hands. 

Mateo tilted his head to the side, “Alright what’s Cooper having a mental crisis about this time?” 

Izzie abruptly looked up before drawing out a long, “Uhhhhhhhh,” she then leaned over to glance around the side of the tree before turning back to Mateo, “it’s probably … better just to ask him about it yourself.” 

Mateo pressed his lips into a thin line but with an audible pop he let his mouth fall back open as he muttered, “Oh that’s not concerning.” 

Z-Blob hopped down from Mateo’s shoulder to join Izzie in whatever she was doing as Mateo walked the short distance over to Cooper. 

“Hey,” Mateo greeted, waving his hand slightly. 

His boyfriend let out a deranged, “EHH,” in greeting as he continued to stare at his hands. 

Ah, “So it’s that type of night?” Mateo guessed as he crouched in front of Cooper, “What happened this time?” 

Cooper shakily held up his hands, the pair of them cybernetic and metal thanks to a bit of dream crafting, though Mateo knew Cooper’s entire right arm up to his collarbone was metallic whereas only everything below the wrist on his other hand had been given the same treatment.    

“ Do I technically have hands?” Cooper asked, his voice half hysterical. 

Mateo blinked, and took a small second to think of how to respond, “That’s… silly frijoles, of course you have hands. They’re right here,” 

Mateo carefully grabbed Cooper’s hands in his own, wrapping them from the sides and bringing them up to his mouth so he could kiss his knuckles. 

“No, no, but like they’re cyborg replacements,” Cooper insisted, his voice sounding hushed yet panicked as he pulled his hand a little ways from Mateo, “ I dream crafted these! THEY’RE NOT MY REAL HANDS! Nothing’s under thesssse-” 

“Coop how’d you even begin to think about thi-“Mateo cut himself off as he heard snickering from his side and slowly turned away to see Izzie shaking with badly hidden laughter, “SERIOUSLY!?” 

“What!?” Izzie crowed back, her tone sounding like she was only trying to half defend herself, “I was curious,”

“Oh my gaw Izzie,” 

“HEY LISTEN THE THOUGHTS WERE TOO STRONG-“ Izzie yelled, scooting over to hide herself more behind the tree. 

Mateo simply shook his head with a sigh, “Izzie-“ 

“She’s right, she’s right, she’s right though!! ” Cooper hissed, and Mateo turned back towards him as the blond started to squirm a little, “ They’re not my hands Mateo, they’re inserts and I can take them off! There’s nothing under them, they’re full cybernetic robot hands!!! ‘TEO! ‘TEO DO YOU UNDERSTAND-“ 

Before Mateo could quite register what was happening, Cooper had grabbed him by the shirt collar and begun to shake him. 

“Hey, hey!” Mateo grabbed his boyfriend by the shoulders only to adjust his hands to the sides of Cooper’s ribcage when Cooper winced, “Quit shaking me!” 

Cooper quickly cooled it but still vibrated slightly like he wanted to keep shaking something. Without thinking much about it, Mateo sat down and gently dragged Cooper forward so he could pull him into his lap. Cooper knelt, straddling Mateo’s lap, and wrapping his arms around the other’s neck as well. Slowly they started to rock, back and forth, as Mateo nuzzled his face into Cooper’s shoulder he tried to find where flesh turned to metal so he could plant a few kisses along the fissure while rubbing his fingers up Cooper’s spine.

When Cooper finally settled, Mateo pulled back, loosening the blond's grip around his neck so that his wrists rested on Mateo’s shoulders.   

Though it was such a small tick, such a small movement yet all Mateo noticed was Cooper’s eyes flicking away, not daring to look at him directly so Mateo reached up and took Cooper’s hands in his own again. He laced their fingers together, the metal cold and rough but Mateo knew that for all the danger they could possess they’d never hurt him.

“Alright Coop,” Mateo stated as squeezed the blond’s hands, “Cooper look at me ‘kay.” 

Slowly Cooper looked at him, almost shyly like he was scared but Mateo greeted him with a soft smile. 

“These are your real hands ok, they might be different now, they might be damaged and changed, but they’re still your hands.” The tenseness seemed to ease from Cooper’s shoulders as Mateo went on, “They’re an extension of you and everything they do, they’ve saved people, saved me , they’re a part of you just as much as the rest of you is. But most importantly they’re still you.”   

Hesitantly Cooper shook his head as he tried to protest, “Bu-but my… my lightning, it comes from them not from me, they aren’t a part of me-?” Cooper’s voice picked up at the end like he was almost stuck between trying to prove to Mateo that his lightning wasn’t his and like he was still questioning his existence. 

So his lightning was also part of the problem, hu. Mateo wouldn’t lie when he said he hadn’t quite grasped the idea of how Cooper was able to summon up sparks of red electricity that he could use shock people or fry the circuitry of something but he figured it probably wouldn’t be horrible if he made a jump to try and guess at where it came from. 

“Your lightning doesn’t come from these,” Mateo let go of Cooper’s right hand so he could place the back of his hand up against where his heart would be, “it comes from this-“ 

Cooper quick jumped in to correct him, “That’s not how electricity works-“ 

“Shhh, I’m trying to make a point you doof, but listen. This is all you,” he let Cooper’s other hand drop so he could gesture to the blond in full, “they’re you ‘kay? Even if it doesn’t seem like it.” 

Cooper glanced down at his hands and adjusted them to hold them a little higher so that he could safely summon up a little spark of electricity that crackled along his fingers before reaching the tips and dying out. He shook his hands out after that and lurched forward to tackle Mateo into a hug. 

The pair fell back onto the ground with a small “oof” where Mateo returned the hug tightly.  

“You good now?” Mateo asked as he felt Cooper start to wiggle a little. 

“Mph, give me a minute,” 

“Alright, but then we’re talking about when the last time you slept before this was,” 

Cooper let out a scream which slowly dissolved into a laugh, “AHHHHHHHAHA, NO!” 

“COOPER-“ 

[chaotictarlos]

For the angsty prompts- Tarlos- “you never listen to me”

Thank you! I'm a bit rusty but I think this is decent!

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Send me an angst prompt and I might write something!

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The exasperated sight that fell from Carlos’ lips told TK everything he needed to know. He shook his head and turned away from his husband, shoulders dropping as he shook his head. He knew better than to bring the subject up - and had known better several rounds ago but it was hard to let go. It was hard just to walk away when it was one of the very few things that they disagreed on.

“Tyler-” Carlos started and TK could feel his husband start to walk towards him.

“You never listen to me anymore,” TK interrupted before Carlos could say anything else. He moved forward, putting more space in between them. 

“What?” Carlos asked, the shock lacing the word and making TK turn back around. Carlos’ eyes were rounded, shock in them and the corners of his mouth were turned down more than they had been just moments ago. “That’s not true. I listen to you all the time. You tell me about your day, the random things Lou Two has done, the random shit you and Mateo get into. I listen to you.”

“You listen to everyday things,” TK said simply, shrugging a little. “But you haven’t listened to me about bigger things. Deeper things.Things that mean more than what I had for lunch two days ago. We’ve been married for so long that we’ve fallen a bit out of touch with listening to each other. I’ve noticed, I’m working to do better and I’ve talked to my therapist about it. Now I need you to realize it too.”

“I-”

“I know it’s hard,” TK said. “I know it’s hard when you’re so rooted in holding a stance that you don’t want to listen, but I need you to hear me out. I need to know that what I am saying matters and is valued.”

Carlos sighed again and rubbed his hand over his face. “I’m sorry that it’s felt like I haven’t been listening to you and hearing what you have to say.”

TK took a step forward, “I’m sorry too.”

“What you say does matter,” Carlos said as he closed the rest of the distance. “Even if I don’t like what you have to say.”

TK wrapped his arms around Carlos and gave him a ghost of a smile, “I’m glad to know that. What you say matters too.”

TK leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to TK’s lips, “But?”

“The answer is still no.”

TK sighed, feeling just slightly bad about the decision. “Will you at least think about it?”

Carlos pulled back so that he could look down at TK, searching his eyes for a few long moments. “Yes, I’ll think about it.”

[nexility-sims]

𝐍𝐎. 𝟐   ❛ 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 ❜   |   VARIOUS LOCATIONS, DECEMBER 1990

❧  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  /  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

   ❛  Leonor lay awake most of the night, but her mother visited the dream permitted by a fitful couple hours of sleep. This dream, hazy and running with color, was not quite a nightmare. Still, fear seized Leonor’s body—not as she is, but as she was. Safya lounged on the sand and watched while she called for her. ' Mama. Mama. Mama! ' The day was sunny and serene. Gently, the water moved around Leonor’s shoulders. Waves crashed inaudibly. The dream silenced everything except the sea breeze, her jackrabbiting heartbeat, and the child’s voice she did not recognize but understood to be her own. She wasn't afraid of going underwater. What she feared was how her mother’s unchanging and unseeing smile lingered even as she sank beneath the surface. Leonor awoke, her cheeks dry but salted, to cry again.

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

❧ i've had a version of this drafted for months, but i revised it this week because i finally dreamt of my grandma. it was bittersweet. in a way, the fact that my past self envisioned this scene was prescient ... revisiting it now helped me. ♥️

Dreams had power in Uspana. Like caves, they possessed a thinness that allowed one to perceive, to touch, the underworld. Dreams took on a special power in death's aftermath. They carried messages. Relatives waited, mad with grief, to be visited in them by the lost. Some such dreams were fantastical journeys. Some were nightmares. Others meandered through ambiguity. Worse than any nightmare was no dream at all—to be abandoned, as it were. Leonor’s death dream came to her before her mother’s funeral. She could acknowledge it was a blessing to be contacted so soon, but the message was unclear. Through the haze that dreams became as they turned to memories, she recalled her mother’s indifference. It made her heart ache. Safya would have given her life for any of her children; they all believed that without reservation. Yet, had she not sat on the beach, massaging sunscreen into her skin, gazing out as her firstborn succumbed to a watery death?

Leonor squeezed her eyes shut as confusion burst into pain.

Mama had dreamed of drowning.

Mama had died in the water, struggling and spluttering and suffocating.

How would her mother, whose good faith was bottomless, have interpreted the dream? The better question was what she would have wanted to say. This was what Leonor contemplated as she held herself and shook with sobs. Although her dream self felt only abandonment and fear, she had gone to bed already caught in that undertow. The initial glimpse of her mother’s face gripped her heart, and in the dream she wanted to only watch her. Safya’s travel painting set was at her side. On her hand, she wore the first of several rings Rodrigo bought her. This one had been her favorite. Mateo played in the sand nearby, and Safya leapt to her feet periodically to slather him with her sunscreen. Gil was unborn, but he was there, too.

The details were like colors on a canvas, coming together as the portrait of a day Leonor remembered well. She recalled waving to her mother from the water. How adult she had felt, having been allowed to swim out so far by herself ! Safya usually denied the request. That day, she told her in no uncertain terms: “I trust you, but be safe.” Then Leonor was running, feet flying so fast that her heels barely sunk into the sand, arms out like a seagull's wings, laughing like mad, into the frothing surf.

“Mama. Mama. Mama!” she soon shouted with triumphant impatience.

Safya’s grin had been wide and toothy and anything but indifferent.

TRANSCRIPT:

[L] Mama?

[L] Mama! Please …

[L] Mama—!

[L] Mama!

{Sobbing}

[satansapostle6]

Angel With A Broken Wing | Jonah Simms

And if I may just take your breath away / I don't mind if there's not much to say / Sometimes the silence guides a mind / To move to a place so far away / The goosebumps start to raise / The minute that my left hand meets your waist / And then I watch your face / Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah / These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for / Inside this place is warm / Outside it starts to pour

Warnings: Mature language and themes. Sexual content.

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven: Like Dylan In The Movies

Things were going better. Marcus barely talked to me anymore, which was a good thing, and Ryan and I were back to normal, just worried about Gigi and ourselves. I had things going for me. I had work, and I had Game of Thrones nights and stuff with Garrett. Game of Thrones or movie nights with Garrett were my favorites; I didn’t have a lot of friends these days, and with a kid to worry about, I never really made any. Except for Jonah, but that’s also Jonah.

I think he’d have no problem befriending a particularly friendly leaf. Nevertheless, my movie nights with Garrett meant a lot to me, because I could just stop being a mom, or a Cloud 9 employee, for just a minute, as horrible as that might sound. When it’s just me and Garrett, having a few beers and meaningless yet still profound conversations, things feel a lot simpler and more manageable. Of course, those discussions and debates had a tendency to also come up at work.

This particular Wednesday, it started with a typical Cloud 9 distracted morning break room discussion that generally took place between me, Garrett, Jonah, Cheyenne, Mateo, Janet, Marcus, and Dina. Today’s topic? Racism. A hot one.

I don’t really remember how it came about; no one does. No one ever does. But from what I remember, it started out with us all discussing something that had happened to Brett earlier this week, and basically whether it was a hate crime or not. Of course, this collective group didn’t have the best general grasp of what a hate crime was, so our working definition was roughly a racist behavior. Basically, the day before, someone had just decided to buy Brett (Kobashigawa) a bag of rice... Yeah.

So, naturally, the animated group discussion had eventually devolved into a debate about whether or not it was racist to buy a (Japanese) man a bag of rice(for micro aggressively racist reasons) if said man(Brett) took it home and actually ate it afterwards(he technically did). Yeah. As an objectively Asian woman, I had a few thoughts about one that I just kind of kept inside with this group. Jonah kept looking at me throughout the discussion, though, which wasn’t my favorite.

But anyway, it somehow eventually led us to here.

“…Some of the racists employed here actually become more tolerable at work,” Garrett offered dryly. “Kinda like how Myrtle considers the Civil Rights movement when she talks to people here… But then there’s the other… most of them that definitely don’t.”

Jonah frowns, looking at him in confusion. “Who gets more racist at work?”

Garrett makes a face as Marcus shyly raises a hand. “This isn’t a role call!”

I just shook my head in shame as Marcus, clueless as ever, just put his hand down as everyone just tried to look past it at that point.

“Getting more racist at work actually doesn’t have any foreseeable benefit to it. As someone who works in loss prevention, I actually find that racial profiling is the least effective form of profiling,” Dina offered.

Janet and Mateo seemed to particularly agree with this point.

I just nodded. “Thanks, Dina.”

She gave me a smile. “You’re welcome.”

“Actually,” Garrett turned to Jonah, “You get more racist at work.”

“What?!” Jonah spun around in his chair. “How do I get racist, let alone more racist, at work?!”

Jonah was immediately sent into a white panic while Garett, of course, was more than happy to help.

“Okay, see, it’s not that you’re a racist person, you’re not, actually, in fact, I think you’re a little too ‘woke’ for me, even,” Garrett expanded, “Honestly… Wish you were more racist sometimes, it’d definitely make watching movies a little more fun…” he got lost on a tangent.

Jonah frowned, looking troubled and confused, but Mateo, Cheyenne, and Janet also seemed to be able to empathize with this particular point.

“…Anyways. You are not racist, but given your usual stats, your upward trends do kinda tend to take place here, as far as your awkward slips and weird interactions,” Garrett concluded, “Although… That’s not necessarily a reflection of you as a person, that’s really more the general vibe of this place…”

“What?” Jonah laughed nervously. “That’s ridiculous. I do not get more racist, or just racist, at work…”

There was a collective “Yeah, you do.”

“What?” Jonah spluttered, flabbergasted as he looked all around the room. “When have I ever been racist at work?!”

“You assumed that Taiwanese guy was Chinese last week,” Dina provided.

“That’s different!” Jonah corrected her, “I thought he said Chinese, it was a mixup, and I apologized…”

“I was telling Glenn why I don’t call it Ho Chi Minh City, and you cut me off, and explained it for me,” I added, “And then proceeded to mansplain it for me.”

“Ugh!” Marcus yelled, indirectly at me, “Enough with this whole ‘mansplaining’ thing!”

“Yeah,” one of the other women in the break room agreed, “It’s not a crime for a man to just explain something—”

“No,” Marcus shook his head, “Women think men explain things to women that don’t need to be explained just because of some sense of superiority—”

“Okay,” Garrett interjected, talking to me, “That was just an instance of him being annoying, not necessarily racist.”

Dina nodded in agreement. “It’s true, a lot of autistic children do the same—”

“Nope!” Garrett shook his head, not encouraging this branch off of the conversation.

I just nodded appreciatively at the scene going on around me as Jonah immediately got defensive.

“I’m not annoying—!” Jonah began, before immediately putting his head down and abandoning the sentence.

“Do you just hate Asian people, Jonah?” Mateo asked, for the sole purpose of instigating.

“Yeah,” Cheyenne looked him up and down, “Should we hide our cats from you?”

Garrett and I both exchanged contained wide-eyed glances before Mateo could frustratedly correct her.

“No, Cheyenne, that’s not—”

We all decided to continue to provide examples of Jonah’s occasional racial faux pas, not because we thought he was inherently deserving of criticism or correction, but just because it was fun.

“You gave me an unprompted review on To Pimp A Butterfly,” Garrett reminded him.

“Be-Because it’s a masterpiece!” Jonah exclaimed defensively.

“Again,” Dina decided to try and facilitate, “Not a point to racism, more of just a point to autism.”

Jonah was again flabbergasted. “Guys, I don’t have autism, where are you getting this rhetoric from—”

“Actually, there’s a pool going in the warehouse,” Marcus shared, as we all kind of went quiet.

“…But it doesn’t even matter if an individual is particularly racist at work,” Dina chimed in, “It’s really about who their respective cliques are.”

Garrett, Mateo, Cheyenne, Janet, Marcus, and I all seemed to agree on this one as Jonah seemed more confused than ever.

“What?!” he exclaimed. “How does that—”

“Simple,” Garrett stated, “Everyone has a racism type. You’re either racist, woke, or neutral, and then a joker, campaigner, or neutral.”

This was, somehow, a revolutionary concept for the group. Garrett and I had come up with it weeks ago. Everyone except Jonah somehow seemed to be able to grasp the concept.

“What…does that even mean?” he stared in awe.

Garrett easily explained. “Simple. Everyone falls somewhere on the racism scale, but how that interacts with society also depends on their social tendencies… Like, say, me, Sophie, Dina, Mateo, and Cheyenne? We’re all woke-neutral, which is between woke and neutral, which seems simple enough, but we’re also jokers… one way or another… and that kinda affects the wokeness a little, but not offsetting it; we’re woke-neutral jokers,” Garrett concluded.

“And what am I?” Jonah questioned.

“You’re a woke campaigner,” Garrett stated, “You’re woke, and you’re very serious about it; but somehow, that gives you about the same potential for racism as our group, but not as much as Marcus, who’s just a racist joker-campaigner.”

“I’m a racist joker-campaigner?” Marcus questioned.

“Yes, but you’re generally harmless, because you don’t actually know enough of what you’re talking about to actually affect the greater social climate here,” Garrett provided.

“Sweet,” Marcus grinned.

Janet just shook her head.

“And Glenn?” Jonah asked.

“Neutral-racist campaigner. Similar to Marcus, but with better intentions,” Garrett answered.

“And… Elias?” Jonah tried to test the system.

“Neutral-racist joker,” I nodded promptly.

“…Brett?” Jonah tried.

“Oh, same as Elias,” Garrett nodded.

“Really?” Jonah questioned.

“Yeah,” I agreed, “He’s hilarious.”

*****

Then, there was this other conversation that took place, allegedly, not in my presence.

“I think people get more or less racist depending on who their work-spouses are,” Mateo contributed.

“Hundred percent,” Garrett agreed.

“I’m sorry, ‘work spouses’…?” Jonah echoed.

“You know,” Cheyenne provided, “Work wives, work husbands…”

“No, I’m aware of what you meant…” Jonah stated.

“Then why are you talking?” Cheyenne genuinely wondered.

Garrett was thoroughly entertained.

“No…” Jonah tried to explain himself. “How does one have… multiple ‘work-spouses’…?”

Mateo just shrugged, looking Jonah up and down. “How does one afford a wig on a Cloud 9 salary?”

“Okay,” Jonah nodded, “That just felt cheap…”

“Guys, the ‘racist work spouse’ thing is true,” Cheyenne stated, “Me? Not racist. Mateo? Not racist. Me and Mateo? Racist.”

Jonah furrowed his brows in confusion at the whole thing, but did not contest.

“Jonah? Not racist. Garrett? Not racist. Jonah and Garrett…?” Mateo trailed off. “…A little racist.”

Jonah seemed more confused by this than Garrett, who just nodded and accepted it.

“Jackie? Racist. Bill? Not racist. Jackie and Bill? Racist,” Garrett added in agreement.

“Sophie? Not racist. Marcus? Racist. Sophie and Marcus? Not racist,” Cheyenne concluded, as everyone seemed to agree.

This seemed to cause Jonah’s ears to perk up, an immediate, strong reaction.

“Wait, Sophie and Marcus…?” Jonah questioned softly.

“Not now,” Mateo scoffed, “When they were banging.”

“Oh…” Jonah nodded uncomfortably, “Right…”

“Sophie? Not racist. Jonah? Not racist. Sophie and Jonah? …Again, a little racist,” Garrett stated.

By this point, Jonah had forgotten his main reaction to the statement, as he tried to hide his grin spreading from ear to ear during a conversation about racism.

“Oh my God, does Sophie have, like, liberal arts pussy?” Mateo wondered. “Like, is she curing racism?”

Jonah’s smile ultimately as faded as the discussion took yet another turn.

“…I don’t think Sophie went to real college,” Garrett pointed out.

“What’s ’real college’?” Cheyenne asked.

“One with a mascot,” Garrett offered.

“Oh, okay.”

*****

I took my lunch break in the cafe, eating a bunch of mediocre French fries and sipping soda out of a bottle as I watched my YouTube. Jonah sat opposite me, just kind of staring at me after he ate his lunch. This wasn’t exactly unusual for us, he was just kind of big on quality time.

But he was particularly smiley today, for some reason, just kind of observing my daily rituals after we finished our brief conversation about the general clusterfuck state of the world. I frowned as I looked up from my video, seeing Jonah staring at me like Norman Bates.

“…What?” I asked skeptically.

“What are you watching?” Jonah asked curiously.

I stared. “Uh… ‘Hostile Architecture During the Holocaust’…?”

Jonah nodded with a smile. “Cool, cool… I mean. Not cool…”

I just nodded, understanding what he meant.

“Uh… You know, just… Nice. Not nice, like, ‘gah, I love Hitler’…”

An old woman gave us a strange look as she passed.

“Just nice, like… I know you’re a huge history buff, like I am,” he corrected.

I frowned. “Dude, do you have cancer?”

“What?!” Jonah asked. “No! No, I just…” he shrugged, unable to shake off his smile as he looked around the cafe.

I just looked back down at my YouTube, not really sure what to make of this whole thing.

“I just…” Jonah smiled at me. “I just like sitting here.”

“In the Cloud 9 cafe?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, looking around, “It has its charms…”

“Jesus Christ, Dead Poet’s Society,” I muttered under my breath as I went back to my video.

“…And beauty,” Jonah thought to himself pleasantly as he finally stopped searching around the room.

-

Chapter Eight

[ursa9909]

Sammy Knows prt3

Mateo picks her up and Brooklynn gives then burners to communicate with her. Her friend also gives her a small box of muscle relaxants in case of emergency if Sammy starts to stroke out if she's being hunted, by dino or man.

Brooklynn gives her a hug, their weeks together passing in the blink of an eye. At least she was able to put some weight back on Brooklynn, though if she has to make another pie within the year she will end up killing someone.

Still Sammy enjoyed her time mostly, it was almost like they were back at the farm, before the allosaurus, before the DPW corruption was confirmed.

How Sammy missed those times.

"Wow" a voice said, startling Sammy, her foot comming out and digging into soft underbelly.

"Oof!" Mateo curled over dry heaving.

Sammy shook herself and helped the man up.

"Sorry, you startled me" and he did. The man may be older than her but he had a way of just dissapearing, no wonder Ronnie recruited him.

"All--good" the man croaked out, "my daughter loves karate"

"It's capoeira" Sammy mutters under her breath and helps the man to the drivers side, she didn't want to chance an episode while driving if she could help it. Though it didn't help that the tips of her fingers were going numb on and off.

It was night when they arrived back to her farm. She had to take care of some things. Setting Mateo up at her place so he could hide away and take care of Bessy and the rest of her critters, burying Carl and informing his family. Or the estranged siblings he still had living.

When all is said and done she leaves for her mission. Sammy doesn't know when or if she'll regroup with the others, but still she hopes that they're all well. That the dinosaurs haven't hurt them beyond a bad scare and that they don't meet any humans, any of the Broker's people especially.

She bites her lip thinking about Yas, knows now that she's doing better but the urge to go out and find her has had her up and pacing more than once at a rest stop.

Sammy has to push a head, has to keep moving or else she'll stay to worried about Yas, about her friends, and about their future; so she starts taking down the targets Brooklynn and Ronnie are sending her. She hasn't directly put a bullet into someone's head yet, but one through the leg is just as effective when there's a loose dino after you. Maybe it would be kinder if she just started doing that instead. It would at least make it so she doesn't have so many screams stuck in her head.

Every once in awhile she meets with Ronnie when the woman is out shopping for groceries and Sammy herself is back on home turf, because who wouldn't converse with a fellow acquittance at a store.

She was heading along the coast, helping to acquire some sea vessels worthy of getting Brooklynn and Ronnie's teams to the last location of the Broker without the DPW noticing; when there was a close call with the raptor lady again, but at least Sammy didn't miss when she went for the woman's thigh.

For all she knew she saved not just herself but the others too, though it had to be wishful thinking given the fact that a good portion of her side now sported a butchered sowing job...hopefully they'll scar over soon.

Sammy thought things were going not to bad given the current predicament.

Speaking of thinking she wasn't liking any of it, she spiraled once or twice as she was overcome with emotions and memories of her time on a long ago past and the islands that refuse to sink away from said memories...it was enough that she decided using a tranq would help.

Sadly it didn't.

Nor did the muscle relaxers. Sammy counted her supplies, she was being shipped off again; this time to the island the rest of the camp fam were on. And from what Brooklynn has said it seem like they've had their fair share of run in with the Broker's goons.

She still wasn't sure if making contact would be good or even if Brooklynn would want it given how bad Sammy could keep a secret.

She groaned and dry swallowed three aspirins. The headaches weren't as common anymore but somehow she could imagine that the sensation was what people with strokes feel if they could process the bloody clots in their brains.

"Good luck" Mateo said. Holding out a hand. At least Sammy didn't kick him when he scared her again, damn that man really needed a bell.

"And to you as well"

A small cry was all she heard before she was on the ground, a louder and deeper call coming soon after.

"Easy girls" she says standing and dusting herself off. "You two behave while I'm gone"

The baby ankylosaurus screeched again before running in circles. Sammy laughed, did so even louder when Mateo jumped back in fright. The egg had hatched thankfully, and well while Sammy had some names to supply that would be Ben's choice ultimately.

"Especially you" Sammy said, patting Bumpy's head. Her giant friend huffed at her but still nuzzled in.

"I'm gonna miss you girl, stay safe"

Bumpy let out a low groan agian before heading to fallow her little copy.

It's another week full of dusty roads and raging seas till she finds and tracks a set of small feet, runners feet, through the mud. A familiar group of screaming filling the air is all it takes before she's running again.

At least her side has healed.

It also looks like contact with the rest of the camp fam will come a lot sooner than she thought it be, Sammy rolls at the last second so a giant foot doesn't crush her. She doesn't see the confused and startled looks directed at her as she vaults over giant tree roots and boulders.

Instead she focused, has a flare out of her pocket in record time, and fires into the mouth of a Tarbosaurus. She downs all the shots at the creature and switches to one of the dart pistols on her hip but thankfully the flares were enough to make the large dino run off, and hopefully the few darts that do hit make it take a nice nap.

Sammy gasps as she catches her breath, the fear slowly leaving her veins with the adrenaline; she turns around looking for anymore dinos and when she doesn't see any more, closes her eyes and focuses on her breathing. And on the spinning in her vision. Great.

"Thanks man" she turns to see Darius helping Ben up. "Things were getting harry" despite the friendliness in his voice, Sammy could see how tense his shoulders were set and they had nothing to do with the dinosaurs. She takes a good look at him and wonders if it was the Broker's agents or the land eating away at his figure more.

"That was so cool" Kenji said, accusation simmering low, kicking at the flares' discarded casings. "Wish we had some gear like that...the best money could buy"

"Kenji" Darius hissed under his breath. Sammy ignored the two as she focused on the lone woman putting pressure on her blood soaked arm sleave.

Sammy's hands immediatly reach out but stop when Yas pulls away, mistrust in her eyes.

"I have a first aid kit, in my vehicle..."Sammy says, it's only then does she realize her voice is modified by her helmet. A perk from her one armed friend.

"Score!" Kenji says, the other boys wooping at the reinvigorated hope.

"Thanks. You have no idea what is going on here" Ben said, taking a step to put himself between her and Yas, as friendly as always but making sure that she wasn't a threat to her girl and Sammy just wanted to pull him into a hug right then and there.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that" Sammy mutters, but turns forcing herself not to look back as she leads the others to her ride.

There's a low whistle, as she pulls out the aid kit opening it and stepping away so Yas could have the space she needed.

"Reminds me of my ride" Ben says, patting the side of her vehicle, "just like her"

"Uh, Ben, maybe you hit your head because your car was older than actual dinosours and held together by ductape and hot glue"

"Don't be mean Yas" Ben pouts.

Kenji pats him on the back and appraises her vehicle before turning to her.

"You have a lot of nice gear, who do you work for? Because there are some nasty people here and well, you're one of the few with an actual armored car"

Sammy leans against the side, the dark metal already warming her through her clothes. She crosses her arms and shrugs, "I'm making good on my word, a friend needed help and well, I'm a sucker for them"

"That doesn't answer my question. Who are you and who do you work for?"

"Kenji" Ben said lowly, a small strained smile on his face, "don't piss off the person who chased off the dino biting at our butts"

"Looks like you're adding more questions" Sammy chuckles, her eyes slide through the tinted visor at the thankfully not badly cut up arm of Yas.

"And you're evading them" Yas says dryly, still focused on her arm. Sammy could see how tense she is, like a bowstring, or bomb more like, ready to go off.

"Yas" Darius said softly, but the woman shakes off the hand that went to her shoulder.

"Kenji's right, it wouldn't be the first time we've been double crossed and duped"

Sammy purses her lips and is glad her visor can't show them her face.

"Even if it's for good reasons" and there were so many reason as to why she hopped there could be foregiveness at the end of this all.

Yas sighs out through her nose heavily, "I don't know what reality you're living in, but it isn't this one"

Well. Shit. Ain't that the truth now, huh.

"I don't know, my brain is a bit scrambled" technically not a lie, it would be a lot better if she doesn't' do that to much anymore for her sake, "so can't say you're wrong; but hey you got some crazy friends who think they can survive an island with dinos and the Broker, so who's really looking at reality...that said y'all look pretty fine"

It was truly amazing just how unhurt they were given how long they've been out here. Yes, they've had more experience than most, but they weren't just dealing with random dinos anymore. No they were dealing with far worse, put the brains and malice of humans with the weaponry and instincts of dinosaurs and you have a combination that could topple whole countries.

Yas snarls at her, Ben and Kenji hold her back, "we don't have fun toys like you, but we got our legs and our brains and that's quite frankly it. So do we really look fine? Because if we were fine we'd be in a place where dinos weren't trying to kill us, where other humans wouldn't be trying to kill us; so no, I'd say we aren't fine. If we were fine we'd still have a plan, a way to take down the broker--whoever the hell that is--all their goons, and we'd still have our friends like Sam--" She cuts herself off, head turning away.

There's a long second. "You have no idea" her voice breaks and it makes Sammy's heart do the same thing.

Please don't cry, Sammy thinks, she can't stand to see Yas cry.

No higher power seems to listen because she can see the wetness in the woman's eyes.

Brooklynn was going to kill her, if Yas didn't kill her first, or well if Yas didn't kill Brooklynn first before she could kill her. She sighs inwardly, her head was already starting to feel worse.

There's a poorly covered hiccup of tears and emotions as Yas tries to find her voice.

Fuck trying to stay in character, fuck this and the fallout that will surely happen.

"I have some idea" Sammy says, her helmet and visor revealing her face before Yas could get another word in.

It's quiet again, the arms holding Yas back now holding her up and doing little to keep it that way when the boys look just as shaky.

"Howdy, y'all"

A hand reaches out and cups her cheek.

"S-Sammy?"

She leans into the palm, eyes never going away from Yas's eyes.

"Hey, Yas"

[euphoricbi]

hey babs i've been going through some rough stuff and these antidepressents arent antidepressing me lately,, any chance i can get some general comfort with our beloved? maybe cuddling or him finding you crying or really anything...

(　 ´ _ ` )ﾉ thankss

>>gekks 🦎🛌

《 I WORKED ON THIS AS FAST AS POSSIBLE, BABY. sorry if I'm late, but here u go luv. hope u feel better! ★♡ 》

chara.》 Gekko–Mateo, Gn–Reader.

warnings.》 sad vibes, but comforted vibes, gekko being a soft boyfriend.

requested/NEEDED?》 yes! ★

words》 334.

You exhaled a bit, your hands shaky as you leaned your head down. You thought of everything bad, everything that the world had done to you. What did you do to deserve it? Slowly, tears began to stream down your cheeks, your mouth being shut in tight thin line.

Your room felt heavy, you felt heavy. Your mouth opened to let out some soft sobs, before just closing your eyes.

"Y/n?" You heard as you looked towards the door, seeing Gekko, you let out a small gasp. You wiped your eyes, sniffling your nose.

"S-Sorry, I'm fine." You mumbling out. You felt him sit next to you, "Mi amor, what happened?" He said before placing his hand on your back, the feeling of care causing your tears to bubble up again. "It's okay, whatever it is—" He said, leaning his head on your shoulder, "Crying is okay too, you don't have to hide it, Bebé." You tilted your head to look at him, seeing worry in his eyes, and a soft smile.

You finally just let go, your tears running free as you wrapped your arms around Gekko, in an embrace, crying into his chest.

He placed his hands on your back, rubbing and massaging, "It's gonna be okay, I can help you through it, Amor. Don't worry, okay?" He said placing a kiss to your head as you nodded, "Thank you, Teo." You spoke out between broken sobs, "No problem." He whispered before pulling you closer, holding you in his arms. "Anything I can do to help?" He said, you shook your head no, "I like this.. just.. this. It's stable, safe.." You whispered, grasping onto his shirt, as you glanced up at him.

He smiled, pressing his thumbs to your cheeks, wiping away your tears before placing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll do anything you want, for the next— Forever and always." He grinned, causing you to smile a little bit, mumbling a small fine, as you nuzzled into his neck.

taglist—★》 @dantaku ★ @yeolszsworld ★

[falling-pixie]

WIP - Magical Heartstrings and Courtship

Working on an Elena of Avalor story! Here is a small sample from the first chapter. It's still a huge work in progress but I'm quite proud of what I've got so far. Hopefully, it's as interesting to others as it is to me! ❤

Final story will be around 30,000 words

Summary: Queen Elena of Avalor must find someone to marry within the month but dreams of finding love at her own pace. Once she begins to court the Prince of Cadiz her worries and fears subside. That is, until she realizes she might be falling for her Royal Wizard. Elena is stuck between choosing what she knows is best for her kingdom and what she feels is best for her heart.

Finally, her eyes landed on Mateo de Alva, one of her closest and truest friends. 

He smiled at her and gave her a thumbs up, quietly encouraging her. It was like an immediate effect. All of the tension in her shoulders eased away as their eyes met. 

There was no doubt in her mind that he would always support her, even when it came down to the stress that came with choosing a dance partner. He always gave her the confidence boost that she needed and with a striking clarity she hadn’t had since the start of the ball, Elena realized the first dance wasn’t the end all be all. 

Taking a needed calming breath, Elena gravitated toward Mateo with a demure smile.

“Mateo de Alva, Master Wizard of Avalor, would you do me the honor of taking my hand for a dance?”

He bowed automatically after years of learning how to perform for formal affairs and looked back up at her with slightly wide eyes and a flushed face. 

“What are you doing?” he mumbled through a smile, trying not to look like she was crazy for choosing to pick him over the many suitors in the room.

Elena returned the gesture with a small curtsy of her own and held out her hand to him.

“I couldn’t decide,” she said, gritting through her teeth. She looked up at him, pleading for him to understand. “Please?” She said softly.

Mateo swallowed but took her outstretched hand. “It would be a pleasure, My Queen.”

A warmth spread from their touching fingers all the way up her arm, even through her glove. She was never going to get used to her best friend calling her Queen and the formality of it all made her a little giddy. She was incredibly grateful for his friendship. He always let her lead, even if he didn’t agree, and she knew he would always be by her side to look out for her. 

Once they made it to the center of the floor, Mateo put his hand on her hip and gripped her hand in his. Elena smiled as they began to waltz. It was quite formal and a little unnerving having everyone watch them perform but once a few bars of music had played, the other members of the ball began to join them. 

Elena took a sigh of relief.

“You know,” he said softly, trying not to give away that he was talking at all. “People are going to think you’ve gone crazy.” 

Elena chuckled.

“I don’t think I’m the smartest choice to start off this ball.” He said with a small frown.

“I wouldn’t say dancing with the Master Wizard of Avalor is anything to scoff at.” Elena said with a smirk. “And not when he can dance so well.”

Mateo flushed but shook his head. 

“Elena,” he warned. “You were supposed to choose a suitor.”

“I know, I know!” She said with a huff. “I just couldn’t decide, okay! There’s too many people and it’s stressful and such a big decision.” 

Moving her hands to link around his neck she buried her face in his shoulder slightly, hiding from her embarrassment. The hard knots of tension gradually built up into her shoulders again. She knew the gravity of the night and it didn’t make it any better when her friend told her the same thing. But she also knew that despite the formalities, she could always express herself freely to her friend without fear of ridicule. 

“I’m just overwhelmed.” She said, her breath a little shallow at the idea. “This night is so important for not only my own future but the future of my kingdom.”

“Hey,” Mateo said and his tone had completely changed from scolding to a familiar soothing rhythm. He nudged her with his shoulder and she looked up at him with a slight frown. “It’s alright. All the stress you feel will eventually go away. You’re dancing now, that’s all that matters, and everything’s going to work out in the end.”  

With a shaking breath, Elena released the tension and began to breathe normally. Slowly she started to smile again.

“There’s our Elena that lights up a room.”

Elena laughed and it felt like the whole world of problems she had been dreading had fallen to the side. With only a few words, Mateo had lifted her spirits. She was sure no one else would have easily been able to comfort her.

“Thanks, Mateo.” She said softly. 

“Any time, My Queen.”

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

I'd like to know more about 2, 4, 6 and 8 please if you don't mind. For the WIP asks game. Thank you!!

Hi!! 💝 I don't mind at all - 🥰🥰

2. Little TK fic - This is my regression fic - where TK is a classified Little but after moving to Austin tries hard to stomp down this side of him; but he is who he is! This is from an upcoming chapter where Owen drops TK off at Mateo's for a playdate....

"TK! TK!" Mateo exclaimed at the top of his lungs, bursting in when he saw his friend and his dad in the kitchen. "I got a new bed!"

"We can jump on it!" TK cheered, his eyes bright. Owen was never more grateful he had dressed TK in overalls that morning when he made a quick grab for the back.

"Daddy". TK whined, trying and failing to run away. "Let go! Wanna play!"

"And you will," Owen said, scooping his squirming son up in his arms. "But we have to talk first".

4. He'll Talk when He's Ready - This came from thinking a lot about Carlos and TK as babies and how different they would have been. Carlos is more shy naturally and the baby of the family and I saw him walking late, and TK is the only child of talkers; that boy came out practically ready to run I feel!

“Put both hands on the cup, Carlitos,” Andrea said as she balanced Carlos in her lap. “That’s it, amor. Such a big boy”. She kissed the top of his head. Carlos always felt better when she did that. “Andrea, is he talking at all yet?” her sister, Veronica asked. “No, not yet,” Andrea shook her head. “But that’s okay. He’ll talk when he’s ready. He’s a good listener”. Carlos hugged his cup while he listened to his mama talk. He didn’t know what she was saying; she and her sister and her mama switched between Spanish and English. Carlos knew he was supposed to know both, but that was scary. Talking in one language seemed scary.

6. Hazing fic- aka why am I so mean to our sweet TK fic -

If TK hadn't been a probie at his dad's firehouse in New York, and was in one where they know he's a legacy and they gleefully, sadistically practice hazing (I have this headcanon that Owen doesn't allow the probies in his house to be hazed and enforces it) but before TK goes there he doesn't have a good probie experience (also I wanted to make this its own fic because for my in depth look at TK's growing up years, he will go right from academy to his dad's house due to stuff that happens when he's in academy)

“Looks like the probies are chatting up a storm today,” Upson observed. “But how do we know they’re getting work done if they’re just talking?” “I wondered that too, my friend,” Skinner said, clapping him on the shoulder. “After all, we need this floor clean. They’re not going to get anywhere if they keep gabbing like they’re in a hair salon”. “We did clean the floor,” Adam said, pointing. “It’s good”. TK winced; he knew Adam wasn’t getting the special attention that TK was, but he felt that was a rule of being a probie; don't ever tell your superior the job is done. TK wasn’t even surprised when Skinner reached out, filled a mug with coffee, and then turned the mug upside down and dumped the coffee on the floor. TK moved back a little so it didn’t splash him in the face. “Probie Schwartz,” Skinner said, “there appears to be coffee all over this floor. Does this floor look clean?” Adam mutely shook his head. “I’m looking for an answer,” Skinner said, louder. “Probie Schwartz. Does this floor look clean to you?” “No, sir!” Adam practically shouted empathetically. “Well, me neither”. Skinner said. “Get to work. But we’re going to help you two be less… distracted”. He looked at Upson. “Care to lend Schwartz here your socks?”

8. Tarlos kitty fic -

Seeing how inconsolable TK is after Lou II passes away (he makes it to 14 though - which is good for a beardie!!) and Carlos sees a story on the news of a hoarder's nest in town where the owner of the home passed away and the city was trying to find homes for her 27 cats, Carlos takes TK down to see if he wants a new friend. TK takes to one, but Carlos soon learns... cats select their favorite people themselves!

"She's so cute," TK said, getting down on the floor to pet the black cat. "What's her name?"

"Cinnamon Toast Crunch," Jacob, Mrs. Hofstadter's nephew, replied.

"For real?" Carlos asked, his eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "Wouldn't that be a better name for a cat... who doesn't have black fur?"

"Maybe". Jacob yawned. "My aunt has the whole General Mills line up. There's Apple Jacks, Chex, Cookie Crisp, Frosted Flakes... most of them go by nicknames".

TK looked up. He was giving this cereal-named cat scritches under her furry little chinny-chin-chin. "Can we call her Toast? Would she respond to that?"

"As much as she responds to anyone addressing her," Jacob said with a shrug. "Cats aren't like dogs. They really only respond if they feel like it".

Carlos had seen those heart eyes before. And, this was his idea.

And that cat was bigger than an alligator lizard.

"So," he said, kneeling down next to his husband, "have you made your pick, sir?"

TK smiled; one of the few genuine smiles Carlos had seen on his husband in the ten weeks since Lou passed. Carlos had really missed it.

Thank you for the asks!! 🫶

[countessofravenclaw]

El Lugar más Feliz de la Tierra: Chapter six

To all that come to this happy place, welcome. Disneyland is your land. Here age relives fond memories of the past, and here youth may savor the challenge and promise of the future. - Walt Disney

Luna had never heard these words before, nor had she heard of the man who had said them... well until she and Mateo end up having a movie night and Luna comes up with an idea. If there is really a place that can be called "the happiest place on the earth" she wants to see it for herself. So she and all her friends leave on an adventure ... an adventure over to a place where you can leave today and enter the world of the past, future, adventure, and fantasy.

There is a dedicated song for every chapter. It will be liked below V ¤

Here we gotta funny saying that the magic never ends

“Where is it?!” Luna jumped ahead onto the Main Street. 

“Left of the castle,” Ambar said as she looked at the app. 

“You are sure you won’t want to come with us?” Jazmin asked while pointing her camera at Pedro, Simon and Ramiro. 

“Yeah, no thanks,” Pedro shook his head. 

“You have fun with your princesses,” Ramiro remarked. 

“See you later!” Simon kissed Ambar on her cheek before the guys left the girl at the front of the partner statue and headed toward the partner statue. 

On today’s agenda was something that Luna had been looking forward to the most…well outside of all the speed and excitement: Princesses. Matteo, Gastón and Nina had gone to visit the distant galaxy, and other guys had apparently deemed it beyond their dignity to meet a bunch of princesses—which was ridiculous, so only the girls were going to visit the Royal Hall. 

“Wait,” Delfi stopped everyone before they were about to walk in. “Where are Jim and Yam?” 

“Oh, I thought they’d already be here…” Luna whipped her head around. 

“Now that I think about it… they weren’t at the gate when we got in.” Ambar wondered as well. Well, it had pretty much been expected that someone would get lost at some point during the trip. 

“Should we wait for them?” Luna pondered. 

“Who knows how long they will take,” Delfi countered, “Do we even know that they are coming here? Do they know that they should?” 

“Uuu, this will be a great addition to my feature,” Jazmin started excitedly and turned her camera on again. “We have found ourselves in quite a mystery. Two of our friends are missing and we don’t know where they are. Are they hiding in the castle? Or maybe in the tree house? Has some villain kidnapped them?!! We need to form a rescue party!”

“Jazmin,” Ambar rolled her eyes, “I think we should call them to see if they are coming and if we should wait…”

Suddenly they heard running footsteps and heavy breathing and saw a tall blond and short redhead running toward them. The Jam was here after all. 

“We’re here.” Yam huffed and puffed leaning to her knees after they had stopped in front of the others. 

“Well, better late than never,” Delfi nodded. 

“We’re fashionably late,” Jim corrected her, “We just needed to make sure everything looked great.” She twirled, “So? What do you think?” 

“You look great!” Luna reacted… “Uhm, but… what are we looking at?” 

“Aren’t you going to ask who we are?” Yam asked. She was dressed in yellow and green, while Jim’s outfit was mainly pink. 

“Okay then…” Ambar nodded, “Who are you?”

“You have to guess.”

“Uuuu, okay!” Jazmin had started recording…once again. “Uhm…a lemon and pink lemonade?”

“No!” Jim exclaimed, “I’m Anastasia, and Yam is Drizella.”

“Ooooh, okay,” Jazmin brought her camera closer, “Who are they?”

“Cinderella’s evil stepsisters!” 

“We thought it would be fun since we’re meeting the good old Cinders,” Yam explained, “We used to love that movie growing up. Don’t tell me you guys haven’t seen it?”

“Of course, we have,” Delfi responded, “It was my favorite as well. Jazmin wanted to cosplay them once upon a time. You remember, in sixth grade at La Hoja de roble, in that Halloween party.”

“Oh yeah, I remember,” Jazmin exclaimed, “Ambar was supposed to be Lady Tremaine… Why didn’t we do it?” 

“Not sure,” Ambar shook her head, “I don’t even remember going to that party.” 

“Your old school sounded so cool,” Luna jumped again, “Sadly Blake had nothing fun… anyways, should we go in?”

“Yes, let's do that.” Ambar nodded and the girls walked into the Royal Hall queue. 

“So, I am planning on doing this segment in my vlog…” Jazmin had started speaking away as soon as that line had stopped moving. “...where everyone picks their favorite. Delfi, you’re first. The beast or Flynn Rider?” 

“Uhm…” Delfi seemed to ponder for a moment, “Uhm, Flynn Rider? He didn’t have anger issues.” 

“Okay, Yam! You’re next.” Jazmin picked her next victim, “Prince Charming or Prince Eric?”

“What if I don’t want to pick a prince?” 

“Maybe it is a good thing that Nina isn’t here,” Ambar pondered aloud. 

“I need to ask these questions separately,” Jazmin had still heard her. “Since Yam is refusing to answer, I can save this combo for her then.”

“No,” Ambar shook her head violently, “Don’t ask her that.” 

“Why not?”

“I don’t get it either,” Luna also furrowed her brow, “Why not?”

“You do realize right that it sounds like you’re asking her to pick between her husband and her ex.” Ambar crossed her arms. “The answer is obvious, but given how everything went down, like we all know, I am sure she doesn’t appreciate him being brought up.” 

“Oh, right.” Luna’s face showed realization. 

“You know, sometimes I wonder what happened to him,” Jim piped up, “I mean, Eric. He just vanished.” 

“It’s probably for the best that we don’t know,” Ambar shook her head, “Hey, look. I know you all liked him, and I was under some evil spell at the time, but he was weird. We can admit that now, right? And it’s not like there is any point to this anyway. We all believe in soulmates right, and that always prevails, like we have seen…1...2…3...4 times at least, if not more.”

“Hey look!” Luna pointed ahead when they moved in the queue again. “There’s the first one.” 

From the looks of it, the first princess they were going to meet was in fact Cinderella. 

“Uuuu, this is perfect.” Jim and Yam were chuckling and rubbing their hands together. 

“Cinderella!” They seemed to take their Disney Bounds seriously, and as soon as it was their turn to meet with the princess, they started pulling a some bit. “You didn’t do our laundry…”

When they were two sentences in, they burst out laughing in front of the poor character. 

“We’re so sorry, we don’t know how to be mean,” Jim laughed, “But we’re dressed as Anastasia and Drizella.” 

“Oh yes, now I see it,” The character responded, “Anastasia really does like her pink.” 

***

“Oh yeah,” This is much more our speed,” Ramiro leaned back as he, Simon and Pedro sat on the first row of the boats in the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. 

“Speak for yourself,” Pedro remarked, “They will drag us there eventually.”

“Maybe you, but not me,” Ramiro rolled his eyes, “I’m a free man. I mean, you still have time to run.”

“And ruin my life? No thanks,” Pedro laughed. “Maybe we should have joined the intergalactic exploration after all.” 

“I am sure having Matteo as a third wheel is already enough for Gastón and Nina,” Simon remarked, “They don’t need us.” 

“Keep hold of your loose treasures.” The cast member said as the boat jerked forward.

“I am just going to relax,” Simon moved his hands behind his head, as they started floating through what looked like a bayou. “There has been so much fast movement in the past days—” 

“Psst! Avast there! It be too late to alter course, mateys—and there be plunderin’ pirates lurkin’ in every cove, waitin’ to board. Sit closer together, and keep your ruddy hands inboard—that be the best way to repel boarders. And mark well me words, mateys: “Dead men tell no tales!””

“Ye come seekin’ adventure and salty old pirates, eh? Sure, you come to the proper place. But keep a weather eye open, mates, and hold on tight—with both hands, if you please. There be squalls ahead! And Davy Jones waiting for them what don’t obey.”

“Oh, that is cool. They made that skull talk,” Pedro pointed out as they entered a tunnel under an articulated pirate symbol with a skull and swords. 

“Yeah, it is interesting.” Simon agreed, “Although, bones give me the creeps—Aaaah!!!!”

The boat started suddenly going downhill. 

“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We kindle and char and in flame and ignite. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. We burn up the city, we're really a fright. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.”

“You scared?” Ramiro asked, laughing as they plunged into a cave eliminated with blue light and serenaded by some sort of a pirate song. 

“Nope,” Simon and Pedro shook their heads, “Just enjoying this lovely music.” 

“Sad that Nico isn’t here,” Pedro remarked, “I am getting ideas for a song from this music.” 

“A pirate album?” Simon nodded, “That sounds gooooooooood!”

Suddenly they plunged into another drop. 

“No one told us this was going to drop about ten million times.” Simon complained as they started proceeding through a grotto. “Are we gonna get wet on this one as well?” 

“Dead men tell no tales. Dead men tell no tales.” An ominous voice sounded through the grotto and they started passing multiple different skeletons. 

“Oh fun, more bones.” Simon complained. 

“You know, I actually read from somewhere that these are real skeletons.” Ramiro remarked.

“That can’t be right…” Pedro looked scandalized, “Is it even legal? Simon?”

“How would I know?” Simon shook his head as they passed a skeleton that looked like it was steering a shipwreck with lightning all around. 

“Ambar is a lawyer.”

“That doesn’t mean I know anything about it,” Simon shook his head again, “That’s not how marriage works. You don’t become a hivemind.” 

“How is that possible?!” Pedro exclaimed as they passed a skeleton sitting in a suspended cage… but the thing was that when they passed it, it became a figure of a person.

“I don’t know,” Ramiro shook his head, “The only one of us who has the technical knowledge for this is not here.” 

They floated through a mist veil… in the middle of a battle. 

“We’re not afraid of you!”

“It’s Cap’n Jack Sparrow we’re after—and a fortune in gold.”

“Now we’re talking!” Ramiro started getting excited. 

Unfortunately, they passed the war zone quickly. 

“Huh? Why was that so short?” 

They passed through a burning town with bunch a of pirates running amok. 

“We’re rascals and scoundrels. We’re villains and knaves. Drink up me hearties, yo ho. We’re devils and black sheep. We’re really bad eggs. Drink up me hearties, yo ho.”

The pirate song returned as they entered some sort of a jail cell where some pirates somehow tried to get a dog to give them a key. 

“Grab his tail! Go on, grab it!”

“Don’t scare him!”

“There you go, dearie. Come on—have a nice bone, eh? That’s a good lad! Come on, now!”

“That doesn’t seem very smart,” Pedro remarked, “I mean, I don’t know that much about dogs, but Delfi has had multiple and apparently, they don’t just listen to anybody. Plus, they have an amazing judge of character.” 

“I’m sure the robotic dogs are definitely the same.” Ramiro rolled his eyes again. 

***

“Looks like we’re comin’ in for a landing, gang. But please stay seated until Dumbo comes to a stop, and then you can walk to the nearest exit. Thanks for flying with the eighth wonder of the world — Dumbo!”

“Weeeeeeeeeee!” Luna yelled as her and Ambar’s elephant lowered them back onto the ground.

After they had taken about a million different pictures with all of the princesses, they had headed to Fantasyland. 

“That was so much fun!” Luna was practically bouncing off the figurative walls out of excitement, like she had been pretty much the whole trip already. “I love everything that has to do with flying!”

“Then you will definitely enjoy our flight back home too,” Delfi sat down on a bench for a moment. Jazmin had stayed behind to film, so she was talking to a camera in front of the Dumbo’s flying elephants as the girls moved away. 

“Well, that’s a week away at least,” Luna shrugged, “Don’t yet want to think about it. This is so much fun! Best birthday ever!”

“In a few months…” Ambar laughed. 

“So, what next?” Jim and Yam asked after being done with taking selfies with their outfits in front of a colorful bush. “Isn’t there that Snow White ride here?”

“Oh yes!” Luna jumped up again. “I think it was here.”

“Snow white was my favorite movie.” Jim started reminiscing, “We always used to watch it with Ashlyn when both Mom and Dad were at work. It was our comfort movie.” 

“How could that be comforting?” Delfi questioned, “I got nightmares from it, but Aaron loved the Dwarfs, so he wanted it on repeat… I think he did that to spite me.” 

“I always forget that you have a brother,” Luna remarked.

“You and everyone else,” Delfi rolled her eyes, “Better that way. Last I heard he has a girlfriend at Uni. That poor girl.”

“You and Jim really are the only ones with siblings, huh?” Luna kept pondering, “With Simon obviously. Why don’t the rest of us have any?”

“Well, Luna, you and I’s situation is a tad bit unique,” Ambar placed a hand on her shoulder, “I mean, I possibly could have half siblings somewhere, but I don’t know if I’ll ever know who they are. Your parents are dead, and Monica and Miguel have a similar situation to Gastón’s parents.” 

“And some people just want one kid,” Yam piped up, “Like mine. I have never wanted a sibling.”

“It is way too over appreciated.” Delfi huffed. 

“Well, hello there.” Simon, Pedro and Ramiro appeared in front of them. 

“Oh, I see you got enough of living your robber dreams and decided to join us in here sophistication?” 

“Hey, we fought and won a battle with some pirates,” Ramiro tried to brag. “So, what’s next?” 

“Uuuu, we haven’t done the teacups yet?” Luna piped up. 

“Teacups?” Simon questioned, “Don’t tell me that means that we’ll get wet… again.” 

“No,” Ambar laughed and linked her arm with Simon as they started walking. “The ride vehicles are teacups that spin.”

“Competition over who spins the fastest!” Jim yelled as they entered the queue. 

“You’re on!” Luna responded. 

The group separated into three different cups, with Jim, Yam and Ramiro taking the blue cup. Pedro, Delfi and Jazmin sat on the pink one. They had jumped out of the competition, Jazmin saying that she needed to film, so they couldn’t spin that fast. Ambar joined Simon and Luna on the orange one…

…she realized very quickly as they started moving that she had made a grave mistake. Both Simon and Luna were taking the spinning competition way too seriously. They were spinning the wheel inside of the cup as fast as they could, and their cup speed just kept increasing. She was going to be sick soon. 

Ambar had forgotten that she actually got dizzy while spinning quite easily. It had been an issue when she had first started skating, but she had dealt with it by finding the right technique. Spotting wouldn’t really help while she was in a spinning teacup which went every direction at once… Hopefully this was going to be over soon. 

“Yay! We won!” Luna jumped as they finally exited the ride. “Did we?”

“How can we even determine that?” Jim started to ponder. “Can you even measure spinning speed…Oh well, we all won then.”

“You okay?” Simon asked Ambar as she grabbed his arm for support. 

“Remind me never to go on anything spinning with you and Luna.” Ambar huffed and focused her eyes on a tree she saw in the distance to steady herself. 

“Uups, sorry.” Luna nodded, “We maybe just got little bit carried away.” 

“You think?”

“Well, Snow White next?” 

“Do you want to sit this one out?” Simon asked Ambar as they started walking toward the dark ride.

“I think I’ll be fine,” Ambar took a sip from a water bottle. “That won’t spin right?” 

“Look!” They stopped in front of the ride. It looked like a medieval cottage mixed with a castle. In top of it read: Snow White’s Enchanted Wish. There was no way Ambar was going to sit this one out. She had been quite intrigued by Disney history when she was younger, and this was a groundbreaking movie. The Queen also reminded her of Sharon extremely. 

Speaking off, the curtains on the top of the window were suddenly pulled open and revealed the Queen looking at them. 

***

“So you all got out of there alive? No one got put under a sleeping curse?” Luna heard a voice as they were exiting the Snow White ride. The ride had been so cute! Now Luna needed to watch that movie properly. 

“Matteo!!” She dashed toward him. Matteo had been waiting for them leaning on the fence next to the exit. 

“So, you returned from the other galaxy in one piece," Ambar questioned as everyone joined them on the fence. 

“Actually, that was the normal Galaxy,” Matteo rolled his eyes, “The other Galaxy is something else completely. I don’t get it fully either.” 

“How did you find us?” Luna asked.

“Well, Jazmin was going on a monologue about wanting to make “poison apple pie” for next Halloween in the chat so I deduced from that.” Matteo shrugged. 

“Where are Gastón and Nina?” Simon asked. 

“Oh, they went to drop all the merch to the hotel…” Matteo smirked, “So, that will probably take a while.” 

“Oh, but we were going to go on Thunder Mountain next. I wanted to try this challenge where you try to stay completely out and no screaming and stuff.” Luna took her phone out, “I’ll text Nina, ask when they are coming—”

“NO, Luna.” Matteo grabbed Luna’s phone. “Thrust me. They aren’t coming. Leave them to be. They said they’ll meet up with us for the Fantasmic.” 

“Oh, okay,” Luna nodded, “What’s that?”

Luna pointed toward a long black fabric tube that was hanging off Matteo’s shoulder. 

“Oh this?” Matteo looked at it, “It’s just a lightsaber bag… given that they’re kind of forbidden and I don’t want to be hunted down.” 

“Oh, those glowy stick thingies right?” Luna asked. “What color?”

“I made a purple one.” Matteo explained, “Felt like it fit.”

“Uuu, I want a yellow one!” Luna exclaimed. “I want to make a laser sword too!” 

“Well, we can go back there tomorrow.” Matteo nodded. “I got you something, but you'll get it back at the hotel.”

“What is it?”

“Not going to tell you,” Matteo shook his head, “But I can say that it biips and gets grumpy if it doesn’t get enough chocolate.” 

*

“Hey! We’re here.” Gastón and Nina joined the group as they were all gathered in front of the Tom Sawyer Island to wait for the Fantasmic to begin. 

“Great!” Luna greeted them. “You missed the most fun faces that Matteo made on the rollercoaster. What took you so long?”

“Uhm, we had to make sure that we could fit all the merch we had in the bags,” Nina answered after they had shared a quick glance with each other. 

“Plus, we had to recover from Matteos “flying”,” Gastón laughed, “No one should let him drive a car again.” 

“Hey! Cars aren’t getting shot at,” Matteo snarked from next to Luna, “Nor do they fly.”

“Matteo told me that you made laser swords too,” Luna continued, “Tell me, tell me. What color?” 

“Blue. We’re boring like that.”

“I want to make a yellow one.” Luna kept blabbing away, “tomorrow.”

“I guess we’re going back then tomorrow.” Gastón remarked, “I want to see all of your faces when you taste that blue milk.”

“There is milt that is blue?!!”

“Luna, shhhhh,” Ambar nudged Luna, “I think it’s starting.” 

“I heard this thing had a dragon in it,” Yam said while draping her arm on Jim’s shoulder. “One that breathed fire.” 

“Didn’t that burn down?” Ramiro remarked. “I think I saw that on TikTok few years back.”

“Welcome to Fantasmic! Tonight, our friend and host, Mickey Mouse, uses his vivid imagination to create magical imagery for all to enjoy. Nothing is more wonderful than the imagination — for in a moment, you can experience a beautiful fantasy or an exciting adventure! But beware… nothing is more powerful than the imagination — for it can also expand your greatest fears into an overwhelming nightmare. Are the powers of Mickey’s incredible imagination strong enough and bright enough to withstand the evil forces that invade Mickey’s dream? You are about to find out. For we now invite you to join Mickey and experience Fantasmic! — a journey beyond your wildest imagination.”

“Imagination. Dream a fantastic dream!”

Suddenly the singing started.

“Use your imagination! See it in your mind, and you can find in your imagination. Mysteries and magic, visions fantastic. Leading to strange and wondrous dreams.”

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So, if someone was confused, this is happening the same time as the last chapter. I also feel like yellow would be Luna's color for a lightsaber, given it's rarity

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

I wrote this for me and my beatie because THEMES and PARALLELS but hey yk tumblr also gets my deranged thoughts too

under cut besties @fruity-legos @murkystarlight

Summary:

Cooper accidentally catches Mrs Garcia on her way out

Additional Tags:

Author is running on 3am crack juice. gummie trio flows through my veins. turning Cooper over in my brain like a hot pocket. what if, fight me. the parallels. Mrs Garcia’s name is Maria in this. no beta we die like me. Aged-Down Character(s), Cooper and Garcia sibs are tinyyy

Did she regret it? That was the question, it was aquestion that she knew she’d never know or be able to answer with the right answer.  Did it pain her heart to be the one responsible for the small cries and screams that echoed from the apartment behind her as she closed the door harshly behind her and entered into the crisp wintery world outside? 

Yes. 

Did it also make her bite her lip to keep her face neutral as her husband stared at her with those big sad, doe eyes as he silently begged her not to? 

Also yes. 

But this was for the better. 

For the better, it’s what she kept telling herself and maybe one day she’d believe that. 

Maria let out a slow exhale that turned into a puff of white cloud as it hit frosty air as she tightened her scarf around her neck. 

Just one foot in front of the other and she’d be on her way. 

Maria placed a hand on the railing and began to walk down the stairs of her home, well what had been her home. It took a cautious second so as not to slip on the ice but before she new it she had planted both feet on the sidewalk. 

She didn’t dare to risk a look back, no that wasn’t something she wanted to do, this was a new beginning for her and looking back would simply ruin that. Instead she tighten her grip on her briefcase and started to continue on down the sidewalk towards where her car was parked and packed with all her things. 

“BLACK SUDAN!” A high pitched voice yelled. 

Maria jumped and glanced around only to find a small, red clad child crouched down and staring intensely at the wheels of the car in front of her own. She blinked and stopped to peer closer at the child, oh she knew this one. It was Cooper, the weird little kid from across the street, but what was he doing outside looking at car wheels at seven in the morning? 

Maria shook her head but before she could force herself to simply walk away from the boy, he jumped up, a twig clutched in his hand. 

Cooper turned towards her happily and it seemed he was going to move onto the next car in the row, parked along the curb side, before he noticed Maria standing there and tilted his head up to look at her. 

The boy’s big brown eyes blinked owlishly. 

Maria blinked back, “Hello,” 

“Ollo,” Cooper responded as a grin split his face, “Is Mateo already up!?” 

Maria bit her lip, “Um, yes-“ yet before she could continue a thousand more questions and thoughts started steamrolling from Cooper. 

“Waoh, but it’s so early! He likes sleeping in, he told me that on Thursday. Oh hey, you have a beefcase, is it really full of paper and not beef? Because that very misweading, they should call it a papercase instead,” 

A small sigh slipped from Maria as Cooper kept going. She was sure he could keep talking and talking until he talked himself hoarse, just like her Izzie. 

“Where are you going?” 

Maria gave Cooper a blank stare as one of the things he said suddenly registered with her in her brain. 

Slowly she responded, “I’m … I’m going away,” 

“Ohhh,” Cooper said, sounding very thoughtful even though it had been the bare minimum of a word, “For how long?” 

“For a long time,” Maria mused, she hadn’t thought about returning at all. 

“Awww,” Cooper whined, looking down as he started to poke the snow on the ground with his stick, “Mateo’s gonna be sad, he loves you a lot. And Izzie,” 

Cooper then took a few steps closer and muttered, “She’s making something special for you for Christmas!” 

Cooper started to smile again and he vibrated a little like he was thinking about how cool whatever Izzie was making was. 

Maria bit the inside of her mouth, shame. 

“Is that so?” Maria breathed, she still couldn’t believe she was entertaining this conversation. 

Cooper nodded vigorously, “I can’t tell you what it is though because it’s a surprise! But I guess if you’re leaving you won’t know it is for a long time, like ten years!” 

Maria nodded, forcing a smile to stay on her face, and began to shuffle away a little bit, “Yes indeed I won’t.” 

Cooper’s face scrunched up as he thought of something and he asked, “But why?” 

Ugh, children and their why questions. 

“Why what?”   “Why are you leaving?” Cooper asked. The question so small and simple yet it truly was quite heavy.  Maria could admit it took her a second to think of a response. She crouched down carefully so she could look Cooper in the eyes. 

“Well you see,” Maria started with a shaky breath, “Sometimes people just don’t belong somewhere. Everything they do feels unimportant, and it’s as if what they currently have isn’t what they actually want. Sometimes a person just wants to escape that and find out where they truly do belong even if it does mean they have to leave everything they currently have to find whatever it is they’re looking for. And also sometimes life is just too much, so they leave, they runaway and try to figure things out again.” 

Cooper blinked at her again and Maria was left to wonder if anything she had just said made sense to him, he still was quite young so she wouldn’t be surprised if nothing actually stuck. 

Slowly, Cooper tilted his head to the side, “Oh, bu-but what about Mateo and Izzie? You … love them right?” 

Maria hummed and she placed a gentle hand on Cooper’s shoulder, “I’ll tell you what, since I’m going to be going away I’m going to need you to do something for me ok?” 

It took a second but Cooper nodded. 

“I’m going to need you to take care of Iz and ‘Teo for me. They’ll need some extra comfort and someone to be there, so I’m going to need you to be that person.” Maria told him, grabbing the hand of his that held the twig and holding it up, “And you’ll need to protect them too, from all the scary storms and monsters under the bed. So do you think you can do that?” 

Cooper’s eyes seemed to glaze over just a small bit before he fixed them on the twig and he nodded, “Yeah! I can do that! I’ll fight off all the big bullies for them!” 

Maria forced a grin. She then pat the boy on the shoulder and stood, “Good, good, now quick! Get inside before your nose freezes off!”

Cooper giggled and tapped his twig on the ground before running off in the direction Maria had just come from. 

With a sigh Maria pulled her scarf tighter around herself again and headed off to her car. 

Damn kid. 

[jawbrkrs]

@stayliquid liked for a starter . based on this .

"  𝒚'𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕  have  to  read  mateo  to  sleep  every  time  you  come  over  .  "  one  glance  at  those  big  innocent  brown  eyes  ,  and  that  tiny  pout  ,  and  they  were  both  putty  in  his  hands   .  though  they  came  into  her  life  ,  and  shook  it  up  for  the  better  —  despite  what  everyone  else  said  ,  she  hesitated  to  let  them  shoulder  a  burden  that  wasn't  there's  to  carry  .