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hockeylvr59 · 4 years ago

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I Get To Love You || Tyson Jost

Authors Note: When you get an idea that keeps you up until 3:30 in the morning...So I basically planned out this entire wedding but I don’t want to clog up this already overly long fic with a dozen photos. So I’ll post all of those separately along with the first dance song. All three will be tagged ‘033’ for those of you that find this through tags and don’t want to search through pages of my blog.

Song Inspiration: I Get to Love You - Ruelle

Warnings: none Word Count: 4,987 Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

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The idea had come unexpectedly. You’d been brushing your teeth before bed when Tyson had slipped in behind you, his hands falling to your waist. Leaning back against him, you relaxed, the fatigue of the day finally settling deep in your bones.

You’d been running around since early in the morning, taking groceries to Tyson’s grandparents and visiting with them for a while while keeping your distance. Then you’d been roped into volleyball lessons with Kacey which only caused Tyson to laugh at you as you missed the ball entirely or failed to get it over the net on the off chance you did hit it. He’d hovered over your shoulder as you insisted on cooking his family dinner, your way of saying thank you for being so welcoming since you’d arrived. By the time you retreated back to Tyson’s childhood bedroom, you were ready to crawl into bed and cuddle your boyfriend.

“We should get married.”

For a moment you thought you’d imagined the words, but then Tyson squeezed your hip and you realized he had actually spoken and was waiting for a response. Nearly choking on toothpaste you quickly spit it out, twisting in his grasp.

“Umm...excuse me?” You questioned, your eyes wide with shock. You’d only been dating for eight months, though you’d been friends for nearly a year before you’d gotten together romantically. Getting married was something that had been only vaguely mentioned...the future, in general, had only come up casually once or twice.

“We should get married,” Tyson repeated, a shrug of his shoulders making light of his words while the look in his eyes revealed his sincerity and vulnerability.

Leaving your toothbrush laying on the bathroom counter, you tugged Tyson back into his bedroom. There, you plopped yourself onto the edge of the bed, guiding your boyfriend to stand between your legs.

“What brought this on?” You finally whispered, trying to figure out what was going on in Tyson’s head. It wasn’t that you were opposed to the idea, honestly, it was something you frequently dreamed about, but you needed to understand why this had come up out of nowhere, long before you had expected it.

Tyson shrugged again, and you reached forward to take his hands, playing lightly with his fingertips.

“Dunno…” He mumbled. Just as you were about to open your mouth to speak, he continued. “Honestly...I’ve been thinking about it for months…”

“How long?” You breathed, the thrum of your pulse steadily increasing.

“The charity brunch.” Your mouth formed a soft ‘o’ shape and you peered up at him through your eyelashes. Another thousand questions came to mind but you felt Tyson shift nervously in front of you, so you hesitated in voicing them.

“I just…” Tyson’s voice was soft. “You’re so perfect. Sometimes I can’t believe you love me. Seeing you around my teammates, seeing you around complete strangers...you’re incredible. And I want...I want what Gabe has. I want an amazing, beautiful wife to come home to. Eventually, I want kids to cuddle and chase around. And you...you’re the only one I can picture all of that with. You’re the one I want all of that with.”

You didn’t need Tyson’s explanation to be convinced...truthfully your hesitations were silenced as soon as he mentioned that this wasn’t some spur of the moment thing.

“You’re the one I want all of that with too.” You admitted, tears pooling in your eyes as Tyson sunk to his knees in front of you. In his eyes, you saw steady warmth, the twinkle that only appeared when he was looking at you. At the same time, you saw that ounce of fear, his worries about never being good enough, his concerns that stemmed from not having his dad in his life. He’d never voiced them, but you knew that he’d always worried that he’d never have a complete family of his own.

Leaning forward, you pressed your forehead against his and let out a somewhat shaky breath.

“Do you really want to get married?” You questioned.

“I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t.” Tyson’s response that he was sure, the knowledge that getting married was for all of the right reasons, being certain that you both wanted the same things, that was really all you needed. Pulling back you reached up and brushed your thumbs along Tyson’s cheeks, a smile growing on your face.

“Let’s get married.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, trying to quiet Tyson’s whoops at the same time as he tackled you backward onto his bed, wrapping you up in his arms.

“Yeah?” He asked giddiness on full display.

“Yeah.” You agreed. The decision was sealed with a passionate kiss, one that was only broken as Tyson brushed against a spot that made you giggle because it tickled.

Eventually, you pushed him away, getting up to finish getting ready for bed. Though you knew you needed to sleep and your body was exhausted, your mind was filled with a new level of energy stemming from knowing that you were actually going to get to marry the love of your life and your best friend.

Laying tucked into the crook of Tyson’s arm, you gently trailed your fingers up and down his chest.

“So when can we get married?” Tyson murmured. “Tomorrow?”

“Wait what?” You replied, your voice coming out in a squeak. Tilting your head up, you peered at him through the darkness.

“You just agreed to marry me didn’t you?” Tyson insisted.

“I didn’t know you meant like right away!” You whisper yelled.

“Why wait?” The question was so matter of fact that it took you off guard. “I know you’ve never wanted a big wedding anyway.” He added.

“Yeah but…” It seemed insane to just get married out of the blue but while you tried to find a reason why you couldn’t, none came to mind. “Don’t you want your family there?” Was the only thing you could think of. “Your teammates even?” Tyson’s fingers carded through your hair for a moment as silence filled the space between you. Fallouts with your family meant that there wasn’t anyone you needed to have at your wedding but Tyson had close relationships with his family and friends and you couldn’t believe that he wanted to get married without their presence.

“I mean yeah I guess I want my immediate family there.” He murmured. “But I certainly don’t want to wait on a pandemic to end just to get married.” He added. The more you thought about it, the more that getting married now grew in appeal. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth you pondered for a moment.

“Well, we can’t get married tomorrow...I’m sure getting a marriage license will probably at least take a few days. You know...as will finding someone to marry us.” You reasoned. “And maybe you’re right that I don’t want a big wedding but I only plan on doing this once so can we at least plan something small and intimate? Not just do like a city hall thing?” Tyson’s lips pressed against the top of your head before leaning down to meet your own in a sweet kiss.

“Whatever you want…” He agreed. “But let’s keep it a secret until we’re actually doing it.”

“Tys…” You gasped.

“What?” He laughed, mocking offense. “Don’t you think it will be fun to surprise everyone?”

There was a certain appeal to keeping your impending marriage a secret for a few days. You just weren’t sure how feasible it actually was.

“C’mon babe...imagine the look on my mom’s face.” He prodded. Sighing, you rolled your eyes.

“Fine. If that’s what you want.” You conceded, a slight smile spreading across your face as you saw the triumphant grin spread over his. Gently he bumped his nose against your own before kissing you once more.

“I love you.” He mused. “And I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Jost.” Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought and you leaned up to kiss him one more time.

“I love you too, you crazy man.” You teased. “Now go to sleep. We have planning to do in the morning.”

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It had been a whirlwind three days and to be honest you were shocked that Tyson’s family hadn’t started asking questions. Immediately upon waking up the morning after you and Tyson had decided to get married, you went online to order a dress paying for rush shipping and praying that it arrived quickly. Breakfast with his mom and sister was followed by running down to the local registrar for a marriage certificate, calling a local florist and baker from the car to see about possibly having something done last minute, however simple. If there was one advantage to getting married during a pandemic it was that every business was eager for new orders and was happy to put something together even with the tight time frame.

Day two of your wedding preparations was split. Tyson had insisted that he didn’t really care about the flowers or cake (as long as it was chocolate) and that he had something else that needed done. So you’d borrowed his mom’s car to go meet with the florist and baker, immediately falling in love with what they had planned and making arrangements to pick the items up in two days. It was harder than you imagined to keep all of the plans to yourself, and you were practically jittery by the time you and Tyson retreated to bed, eager to share with him. As you readied for bed you watched him slip two small boxes into his nightstand.

“Did you get rings?” You questioned, voice practically shaking at the thought. Tyson chuckled and nodded as he pushed the drawer closed.

“Did you think we’d get married without rings?” He teased. “But you can’t see them.” He added. Your pout and puppy eyes were met with resistance until you sighed.

“Fine. Then you can’t see the dress.” It was silly for you to think that would sway him because Tyson only smiled down at you wistfully.

“Perfect.” He declared. “I don’t want to see it until you’re walking outside to marry me anyway.” As he settled into bed beside you a few minutes later he pulled you closer, tucking you into his side. “I also arranged for someone to marry us.” He whispered.

“Hmm...that’s good. That’s kinda important.” You declared. He proceeded to share what he had told the officiant regarding your thoughts for the ceremony and you nodded along. There were still moments where it amazed you that he was on the same wavelength as you but at the same time that was one of the many reasons you couldn’t wait to marry him. Together you decided that your vows were going to be maybe not entirely written given the time crunch but certainly chosen individually rather than the standard traditional vow.

In only two days you had been able to knock off a good portion of a list for a simple wedding so the third day was spent just tying it all together. Tyson had convinced his grandparents to come over for dinner, outdoors of course, and you’d ordered catering for the six of you. Your dress had arrived and you’d sneakily tried it on, crying as the fabric settled over your hips. It was in that moment that it clicked how real this was. That tomorrow you’d become a married woman.

Less than 12 hours later, the day of your wedding finally arrived and it was the hardest yet to keep your mouth shut. While Tyson went rollerblading, you convinced his mom and sister to do home manicures with you. It was clear that they were starting to suspect that something was up but thankfully Tyson arrived back home before the other women in his life were able to crack you. After lunch, he convinced his mom and sister to go shopping, before picking up his grandparents on their way back for dinner.

With them gone you were able to set up the yard for a small ceremony while Tyson picked up the cake, flowers, and food. About an hour before the time you’d set, you slipped upstairs to do your hair and makeup, your excitement growing. When Tyson returned, he slipped into your room to kiss you quickly.

“Next time I see you…” He trailed off, winking. A giddy smile lit your face as you watched Tyson grab a change of clothes before slipping into a different bathroom. As you slipped into your dress you could hear him talking to first your officiant and then his family, urging his mom and sister to change quickly before heading outside because he had a surprise for them. There was a rush of activity for a few minutes before it all went quiet and you peeked your head out of Tyson’s room before slowly making your way downstairs.

From just inside the backdoor you could hear Kacey bugging her brother about what was going on.

“What do you think?” He inquired. Shooting him a quick text to see if they were ready for you, you set your phone on the table and picked up the bouquet of flowers hidden in one of the pantry cabinets. Your phone quickly buzzed and then the sound of the classic wedding march drifted inside from a speaker you’d placed out there.

“I guess it’s go time.” You whispered to yourself, taking a deep breath before letting your hand fall to the handle of the backdoor. As you slowly walked outside a part of you wanted to see the reactions of Tyson’s family. Instead, your eyes drifted to your groom watching as he broke into tears at the sight of you. You’d asked him the other night if he was going to cry and he swore he wouldn’t but...you were beyond glad he’d been wrong.

Stepping forward you let Tys take your hand, his eyes drifting up and down your body.

“You pulled this dress off in three days?” He mumbled. “You’re stunning.”

“You clean up pretty well too.” You replied. “Well besides the hair.” You teased knowing he hadn’t been able to get it taken care of for far too long.

“Are you two serious right now?” The sound of Kacey’s voice drew your attention and you glanced over to see his entire family getting emotional. Kacey was wiping tears from her eyes and you sent her a watery smile of your own.

“You can blame your brother for making me keep it a secret.” You insisted, praying that his family would be okay with this.

Before anyone else could comment, your officiant suggested that you proceed and you nodded, turning your attention to him as he oh so officially announced that they had all gathered together in order to witness the union of you and Tyson. He explained that per the wishes of the bride and groom that we were going to keep it brief and he asked Tyson if he wanted to start with the vows.

“Y/N, from this day forward I promise to be worth it. Worth the time. Worth the trip. Worth the energy. Worth the embarrassment. Worth your love. I promise that you will always count. You will always come first. Yes, even above hockey, believe it or not. From the moment you entered my world, you have filled it with life, colour, and energy. You are my best friend, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, and who I want by my side through all of life’s challenges and adventures. I promise to be faithful, I promise to make you laugh, and I promise to love you. Now and Forever.”

Silently you thanked God for waterproof mascara and eyeliner as you wiped frantically at your cheeks.

“Y/N,” Your officiant prompted. Clearing your throat you squeezed Tyson’s hand, trying to remember what it was that you wanted to say.

“There are three words that are stronger than I love you. Today I stand in front of you to say ‘I choose you’. I choose you over all others. I choose you to share happiness with. I choose you to care for. I choose you to have a family with. I choose you to grow with. I choose you to love forever. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. There isn’t another soul on this planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I’m with you. I am forever changed because of who you are and what you’ve meant to me and I can’t wait to see what our future holds.”

By the end of your vows, your voice had cracked more than once and Tyson brushed his thumb over the back of your hand as a signal of strength. Your officiant asked Tyson if he had the rings and letting go of your hand for just a moment he dug them out of his pocket.

In turn, each of you repeated after the officiant as you slid rings onto each other’s left hand.

“With this ring, I thee wed.”

Your hand was shaking as you slid the ring over Tyson’s knuckles but once his hand was back in yours you felt a wave of calm rush over you.

“And now I guess it’s time for the part that I know Tyson has been eagerly awaiting.” Your officiant joked. “It’s certainly my pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife. You can kiss your bride.”

Tyson didn’t hesitate to follow that directive, tugging your body close to his as he pressed his lips to yours, dipping you slightly. As he righted you onto your feet he reached up to brush your remaining tears away before taking your hand once more.

“Mr. & Mrs. Tyson Jost.” Your officiant announced and you watched as Tyson’s family all stood to clap, smiles on their faces. As Tyson tucked you into his side, Kacey rushed up out of her chair and over to hug the two of you before pulling back and smacking her brother.

“How dare you keep this a secret.” She scolded, scowling at him for just a moment before the smile broke through again. “I have a sister!” She exclaimed, her arms wrapping around you once more.

“Kace...let her breathe please.” Tys chastised, ruffling his sister’s hair.

“I’m sorry! I’m excited!” Kacey declared.

“We all are.” Tyson’s mom, Laura, insisted. Her arms were the next to wrap around you and she whispered her thanks for making her son happy in your ear. Her hug with Tyson was much longer and you watched with fondness as he basked in his mother’s touch and words.

As much as you wanted to hug Tyson’s grandparents you knew that you should keep some distance so instead, you settled for a squeeze of each of their hands. His grandmother commented on how she had never seen Tyson so happy and his grandfather declared that he hoped his grandson knew how lucky he was because you were a special woman and looked absolutely beautiful. Thanking them both, you expressed how much you appreciate them being there to witness your special day and how you knew Tyson wouldn’t have wanted to do it without them.

After a moment Tyson’s arms came sneaking around your waist and he leaned down to kiss your cheek. You felt him dig in his pocket again before he reached for your hand, slipping another band onto the same finger as your new wedding ring. Glancing up at him with a puzzled expression, you felt him squeeze your hip before speaking.

“Did you really think I’d deprive you of an engagement ring?” He teased. “Figured I at least owed you that since I technically didn’t propose. Plus they just look better as a set.” He added. Glancing down at your newly ring laden left hand you had to admit he was right. While your wedding ring was gorgeous all on its own, the addition of the second band made it all feel complete.

You didn’t have long to bask in the arms of your husband...that was something you weren’t sure you’d be over saying any time soon...before the sound of his stomach growling filled your ears.

“Think we should maybe serve that dinner we promised everyone?” You inquired, turning to kiss Tyson before pulling away.

Before you could even make it into the kitchen, Tyson’s mom and sister waylaid you.

“You are not serving dinner in that dress.” Laura scolded. “We can do whatever needs done.” Throwing your hands up in surrender you backed off.

“Everything is in the oven keeping warm, it just needs served.” You explained. “And a bottle of wine or two needs opened.” You added. Kacey and Laura jumped into action, pulling the food out of the oven and cracking open a few bottles of wine. Tyson insisted that you settle into a chair at the table on the patio and he’d bring food out so you complied, leaning back and just examining your rings. You were married. It just hadn’t fully set in yet.

Dinner was full of questions: when you had decided to get married, how you had pulled it all together, how you had managed to keep it a secret. Laura mentioned that it was the best surprise her son had ever managed to pull off and that even if she wanted to be mad she couldn’t, seeing how happy the two of you were. It was Kacey that asked when she could expect to become an aunt and a panicked expression flittered over your face for a moment as you looked at Tyson.

“Give us some time okay sis?” Tyson declared, his hand rubbing over your thigh. “We just got married…” He took a sip of his wine before shaking his head. “We want kids but let us enjoy being newlyweds for a while before we think about adding that responsibility.”

“You know...my first thought when I realized you were getting married was ‘did you knock her up…’” Tyson’s grandmother declared. A flush littered your cheeks as you shook your head frantically. “I’m glad that’s not the reason.” She added. “Though I certainly wouldn’t mind having a few great-grandbabies at some point when the two of you decide you’re ready.”

With the obligatory topic of kids covered you relaxed back into your chair, letting your dinner digest as you basked in time spent with Tyson’s family. Your family.

“So what’s first…?” Laura inquired. “First dance or cake?” Glancing at Tyson you shrugged leaving the choice up to him. When his hand reached out to you, you let him pull you from your chair. As he stood in the middle of the yard he paused.

“We didn’t pick a song.” He mumbled. Giggling at him you quickly pecked his lips before moving to grab your phone from the table, scrolling to the song you had in mind before pressing play and letting it spill from the speaker.

“Now we do.” You replied, wrapping your arms around him as he pulled your body into his own. You’d danced with Tyson plenty of times, but this time definitely felt different as you swayed slowly to the music. This song was everything you wanted to say to him, everything you’d been feeling not just the past few days but since you’d gotten together in the first place. As your favorite part of the song approached you reached up to cup Tyson’s cheek, singing along to the words as you looked up at him.

And they say love is a journey

I promise that I'll never leave

When it's too heavy to carry

Remember this moment with me

You felt the shudder pass through Tyson’s body as the tears filled his eyes once more. Stretching to press your forehead to his, you kissed him softly.

“I’m yours.” You whispered. “You don’t have to worry about any of that anymore.” Tyson’s grip tightened and he buried his head in your neck as you settled back onto the flats of your feet. “Shh.” You whispered, your hand carding through his hair as you pulled him tightly against you. Glancing over at where Tyson’s family had been watching the two of you, you noticed that they had all disappeared, giving the two of you a moment of much-needed privacy.

It took a few minutes for Tyson to regain control of his emotions and you kissed him again, smiling up at him.

“I’m so goddamn lucky.” He stated. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. My husband.” Your grin turned to a burst of laughter as Tyson spun you around the yard. “Now should we go get cake?” You asked. “You know before your family eats it all.”

He insisted that they wouldn’t and you knew he was right but it had made him smile and that was the goal. The cake was on the counter ready to be cut by the time you got inside and with Tyson’s hand over yours, you cut the first piece. His mom took over from there, handing you a plate and you quickly cut off a small piece before lifting it with your fingers to smash into Tyson’s face.

His shocked expression was worth any repercussions and the fact that Kacey had gotten video of it on her phone made it that much better. After wiping his face clean, Tyson took the plate and while you expected him to do the same to you, he simply got a bite on the fork and fed it to you gently. Though you’d kissed him what felt like a hundred times today, you kissed him once more before taking the fresh piece his mom had served, this time all for you.

After dessert, Kacey and Tyson’s grandparents left so that she could get them home and Laura insisted that she would clean up and that you two should just go relax. That was how you ended up curled in Tyson’s lap outside as he pressed kisses to your head and ran his fingers over the bands on your left hand. Lost in his presence and touch you hadn’t even noticed him reach for his phone until he was flashing the screen in your face showing you a picture he’d just taken. It was clear that you were curled in his lap and wearing a white dress, though you couldn’t see either of your faces. Instead, the focus of the shot was on your left hand draped over his right forearm, your rings on display.

“Cute.” You whispered, snuggling further against him as the excitement and wine caught up to you. He lifted his right arm a bit to type frantically before putting the screen back in your face again. This time it revealed a possible Instagram post with the same picture and the caption “Here’s to Forever. #surprisinglyjost”.

“Can I?” His voice was tentative.

“Babe it’s your social. You can post whatever you want….within reason.” You could feel him roll his eyes and you sighed. “If you want to you can. I don’t care.” You knew why he was asking, people could be cruel online after all. “Maybe just restrict the comments.” You suggested knowing that way only people he followed would be allowed to reply. Nodding you watched as he adjusted his settings before hitting ‘post’.

You had kind of expected his phone to blow up when people noticed but when his phone started ringing off the hook you were more surprised than you expected. For the most part, he ignored them, even his close friends like Barzal, Fabbro, and JT. But when Gabe called first once, then twice, before requesting a FaceTime the third, you murmured for him to just answer the damn thing. Sighing Tyson complied, accepting the request before adjusting his phone in his hand.

Gabe was utterly dismayed that Tyson had gotten married and hadn’t bothered to tell anyone. Laughing to yourself, you watched as Tyson bantered back and forth with his captain before eventually agreeing that Gabe and Mel could throw you a dinner when it was safe to do so. Before he got off the phone Gabe asked one more question.

“How gorgeous did she look?” Smirking down at you Tyson kissed your head before responding.

“Absolutely stunning. I’m sure Kacey took pictures.”

“You’ve got it so bad. Good for you man. Mel and I are so happy for you.”

When Tyson hung up the phone he immediately turned his ringer to silent before gently guiding you up and off of him.

“No more distractions. I think it’s time to take my wife to bed.” He smirked. As he drug you inside, past the living room you heard Laura’s voice shout after you.

“Kacey and I have headphones but please try and be quiet.”

You could have sworn you flushed from your head to your toes as Tyson nearly choked on his own spit. Lifting and carrying you over the threshold to his room, he then gently laid you down on the bed, his body moving to press over you as his right hand trailed down your side.

“Well now that’s it's out there...what do you say, Mrs. Jost?” He smirked.

“I’d say I think you’re wearing too many clothes for that Mr. Jost.”

“Oh, that can be remedied.” He insisted, his tongue fighting for dominance as he kissed you.

And remedied it was.

A week ago you were sleeping in this bed next to your boyfriend with no idea of what the future held. Tonight you were sleeping next to your husband, and though the future may still be unclear, at least you had the most incredible man by your side for all of it.

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crabsxdragons · 4 years ago

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boyfriend kim mingyu bullet points.

ps. this is my first time writing in a bullet points format, i hope i did it right

food is the center of your relationship (5/9 of the pictures are basically him eating, not at all surprising)

your date always centers around food, whether it’d be lunch dates, dinner dates, snack dates, trying out new restaurants, late night snack dates, convenience store mukbang dates, and even cooking class dates

you would always sit on his right side, him on your left side

you find it so cute that he’s left handed

you would always have to roll up his sleeves during a meal because he gets so excited about food *basically a whole baby

you like watching him stuff food in his mouth, making his cheeks puff up like a hamster

he would pout when you teased him about it

desserts

a must after every date

you find out that both of you follow the motto “there is always room for dessert” during your first date and he immediately knew you were the one for him

again, during dessert, especially if it’s ice cream, you would have to roll up his sleeves, and wipe off the melted ice cream on his fingers, and sometimes lips and cheeks

he would steal licks of your ice cream when you’re not looking

or if he’s feeling experimental, would mix both of your ice cream flavors to create a new flavor

doesn’t always work out that well

speaking of food, cooking is basically a whole other type of date

although you are more on the baking side, you love to help him try out recipes, become his assistant in the kitchen, or simply helping him clean up

you always love what he cooks, especially knowing how much care and love he puts to it

the same thing if you’re baking, mingyu loves your baked goods, from cakes to muffins to desserts to anything basically

sometimes you’d receive a text in the middle of the day of him suggesting you to try out a recipe he found online

and you did try some of them, which made him very happy

with your limited cooking skills, you’d sometimes send him homemade lunch when he has practice, alongside some snacks for the other members cause you can’t forget about them

mingyu would beam in pride when the members praised your chocolate chip cookies, or banana muffins, or fruit cake or when they fought over who gets the last piece of egg tart you made

homemade cake and dinner is a must for special occasions, especially birthdays, you both go out to eat quite a lot so during these special occasions you both like to just stay at home and cook or bake together

mingyu’s birthday cake from year to year always changes depending on his request, from the classic chocolate cake to apple pie to that crepe cake which took hours to make, and even a stack of macarons cause he hinted that he wanted a macarons tower cake *yes you’ve made so many cakes for him, you’ve dated for that long, mingyu is a guy with commitment

food photos, a must, everywhere you eat, every meal you make at home, every successful or failed recipes

and speaking of pictures-he has a separate album on his phone only for your pictures, the selfies you sent him, candid pics he took of you, your pictures together, impromptu photoshoots he made you do when he really likes your outfit

and don’t get started on the videos, he records whenever he can, something for him to see when he misses you, or when you’re asleep but he wants to see you but he kinda doesn’t want to wake you up, also something to laugh at because there are some moments worth laughing at *over and over again, he never gets enough of it

that’s just the photos on his phoneyou can expect the same situation with his camera

the pictures he took are beautiful, and he always tries to capture you in the most natural setting, he absolutely loved taking candid pictures of you, close up shoots that showed the way your eyes lit up at the beach in front of you, or how the wind blows your hair softly

on the rare occasion that you get to be behind the camera instead of him, it’s his turn to be in every picture

sometimes he lets you use his camera, he loved the pictures you took, how you managed to capture everyday life details that others would sometimes miss, he loves nothing more than to see the world through your eyes

moving on to one of the obvious facts here, height difference

the boy is tall, like skyscraper talland you wonder if he would every stop growing taller because it seemed like everytime you see him he gets even taller

“stop it, you’re like a head taller than me”

which does comes with some pretty good perks

like when you can’t reach something from the top shelves, whether it be mugs in the kitchen, books in your favorite book store, that huge bag of chips at the convenience store, also very handy when it comes to changing lightbulbs

“why would you need a ladder when you have me ?”

he’s very smug about, and also lowkey dying from cuteness whenever he gets a reminder of how much shorter you are compared to him, it makes him want to squish you in a hug-

which he always does

hugs. from. mingyu. are. the. best.

just warm and comforting, sometimes he’ll lift you up and spin you around, sometimes he’ll kiss the top of your head, and rub your back, and tuck your head under his chin and you can just melt into his arms

back to the height topic

he likes to steal your books or phone when you were too focused that you’re not giving him enough attention

he would lift it above his head, completely out of your reach even if you tried your best to stand on your tippy toes

would most definitely laugh at your struggle while you give him the death glaresand he would say that you look like an angry bunny or a pissed off golden retriever puppy

which ultimately makes you roll your eyes at himnot to forget, you are also his portable arm rest

likes to mess with you by putting his huge arms on your shoulder, or on your head, purposely messing up your hair

but seriously, mingyu sometimes forgets the fact that he’s a giant and that he could easily crush you, so there were occasions when he would lean on you and you’d lose balance which resulted in both of you on the floor

yes, that happened

moving on

family

the most important thing for him and you

he took you to meet his family after a couple of dates because he’s been telling his mom about you and now she wants to meet you

his mom is very very nice, showing her affection by making you eat more (like how any mom would), also thanking you for taking care of mingyu because according to his mom, he looks so much healthier and happier now

after the first meeting with his family, his mom suddenly became your mom too, especially after mingyu gave her your number

would sometimes call you during lunch time to remind you to eat, ask you how you are doing, in general just the sweetest and loveliest person ever (not much of a surprise since we all know how sweet her son is), you think you might cry because she’s so caring

his mom would also send you kimchi when she has extras

correction, she purposely made more than usual so she can send you some too

which you gratefully accept after thanking her for a million times, then sending her back one of your baked goods

which she loves

and would not stop talking about it because she knows that you can bake but she was not expecting it to be absolutely great

mingyu loves seeing your relationship with his mom, and kinda jealous too because whenever he’s out of town for tour or promotions, you get to hangout with his mom, which he is very jealous about, but also he couldn’t help but smile looking at the pictures that you and his mom took together

but then you started hanging out with his sister too, and now you have a partner to tease him, which he doesn’t approve of because it seemed like his family likes you more than him now

especially since his sister has an ally now, and it’s 2 vs 1 with you and his sister against him

when you were hanging out one day in your place, his mom called you to ask if you’ve eaten yet

“eomma, how can you call y/n but not reply to the text i sent you last night”

you tried so hard to not laugh at his facial expression when his mom teased him by saying that you are her favorite child now

you spent the rest of the day laughing at him whenever he grumbled under his breath “i can’t believe my mom manages to call you, but not reply to her own son’s text message”

the only way to make him stop pouting-

hugs

are we not surprised herethis boy is sometimes so random, like that time when you were eating pasta, and he suddenly wanted to reenact that scene from the movie lady and the tramp

safe to say that you got sauce all over both of your shirts, and well... a few kisses too

his kisses are always so sweet, they’re the type that makes your heart squeeze and your toes curl

he loves to surprise you with light kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your hand, your hair, he just couldn’t help it sometimes

mostly they’re innocent, and full of love

unless he’s feeling a bit more passionate, he’ll pull you in for a longer kiss, hands resting on your cheek as his thumb gently brushed your skin, his other hand would either be on your waist, or your back, holding you so close to him

mingyu likes to take it slow, he likes to savor the moment, he doesn’t want it to end, so his lips would move slowly against yours, sometimes he would smile or let out a few giggles, making you giggle too

basically it’s pretty much light and playful with him, but still very meaningful

let’s just say that he always finds the most random times to kiss you, but always when it’s just the two of you, because your relationship isn’t actually something that the public knows

speaking of relationships, only his members, family and managers knows about you, and you both would like to keep it that way for as long as possible

you didn’t mind it at all, since you’re a very much private person yourself, so you have no problem with keeping it on the low

on the rare occasions that you both get to go out for your dates, he would always drive you somewhere a bit further away from the city

or somewhere private, with less to no people, the beach, a rooftop, restaurants that serves tiny servings of food that costs more that your meal weekly (which you didn’t mind, but you reminded mingyu to never spend too much on you)

did he ever listen ? yes, you guessed it right. never.

sometimes both of your schedules meant that you don’t get to see each other for weeks, even with being in the same city

but he’ll make it up to you by taking you away for the weekend, to a small town by the beach where you take long walks along the coastline, and eat dinner with sunsets

you love road trips like this, he’d pick you up, then you would jam out to songs on the way, stop by a rest area for brunch, and bought more snacks to accompany you for the rest of the trip

mingyu knows you love the ocean so much, so he would take you to the beach to watch the sun set, take unlimited amount of photos, pull you in for a hug and smother your face with kisses

then you’d have dinner accompanied by your laughter and conversations about anything

“thank you, for taking me here”

he’s shook his head, “no, this is my thank you, cause you’ve put up with being with someone like me”

his eyes would turn sad as he remembered how rarely you both met because of his schedules, “i’m sorry i’m not the best partner, we barely see each other”

at this, you would hold his hand and made him look at you, “hey, there’s nothing to be sorry about, i’m okay with this, it doesn’t matter if we couldn’t meet for months because that’s your career, your dream, just like i have mine, you have yours too, right ?”

“i know, but i mean- i’ve seen your friends and their partners, you know those boyfriends who would pick them up after class, who’d hold their hand as they walk down the street, take them to movies, not having to hide and be cautious all the time-“

“gyu, what makes you think i cared about those things ? i’m completely fine with having a boyfriend who still makes time to hang out at my place after a long day of practice, someone who sends me good luck videos when he’s halfway around the world living his dreams, someone who trusts me enough to let me be the first one to know about their comebacks and projects-“

and from the way you spoke to him with that shine in your eyes, he couldn’t help but lean closer and pull you in for a short kiss, pausing whatever you have to say

“i love you, thank you for putting up with me”

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #svt #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen boyfriend #svt boyfriend #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen kim mingyu #seventeen mingyu #kim mingyu #mingyu #mingyu imagines #mingyu scenarios #mingyu fluff #mingyu boyfriend #kim mingyu imagines

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pucksnsticksnhockeyboys · 5 years ago

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request: A Matthew tkachuk imagine where you are connor McDavid little sister and are dating Matthew behind his back but leon is helping see him and you get caught

summary: your brother is Connor McDavid, so of course you had to fall for Calgary’s Matthew Tkachuk.

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.8k

note: female reader based on the request, sorry if that annoys anyone

The Battle of Alberta was serious business for the two teams. It was a division rivalry that produced resentment like no other. You had first hand knowledge of just how deep the competition dug, considering your brother was Connor McDavid, captain of the Edmonton Oilers.

You lived in Calgary, much to your brother’s chagrin. No matter how many times you told him you lived there for work, he insisted he could get you a job in Edmonton in under a week.

Besides the fact you didn’t want to give your brother the satisfaction of knowing he got you a job, there were other things that kept you in Calgary. Well, another person.

You had been dating Matthew Tkachuk since just after the start of the season, having met him shortly after he returned to Calgary for preseason. You had wanted to tell Connor about your relationship, but you knew it would only stress him out and he had to focus on being captain. Plus, you really didn’t want to see what would happen on the ice between your brother and your known pest of a boyfriend.

Still, with an entire hockey team basically acting as your protective older brothers, it was pretty hard to hide a whole relationship from so many people.

You weren’t sure when Leon got a key to your apartment, exactly, and you were even more unsure of just why he had a key in the first place. Though, if you had to guess, it was because Connor was insistent on someone checking in on you.

It was supposed to be a nice night in with your boyfriend, he was going to help cook dinner with you—you didn't have high hopes on how much he was actually going to help—and then a movie.

“Matthew.” You whined, though his name was punctuated with a giggle as he poked at your sides. You had been in the process of washing some veggies for the meal when he had hip-checked you, if only for the purpose of annoying you.

“I’m sorry that I want attention.” Matt replied easily, handsome grin on his face endearing no matter how shit-eating it was. You rolled your eyes, giving him a quick kiss before returning back to preparing dinner.

“You’re such a big baby.” You teased. Your words started a back and forth playful argument, resulting with Matt placing you on the counter with him standing between your legs, lips dangerously close to yours.

Which was why you didn’t hear the door opening and closing.

“What the fuck?” At the sound of the deep voice, you shrieked and pushed Matt away. He flew comically away from you, as if you actually had the strength to launch him halfway across the kitchen.

“Leon? What the hell are you doing here?” You questioned, spotting your brother’s teammate standing in your living room. Leon, for as calm and collected he usually was, his jaw was dropped and he was looking between you and Matt like he didn’t actually believe what he was saying.

“Uh, your brother asked me to stop in and check on you since he had to stay late at the rink.” Leon explained and you nodded, not sure how to navigate the awkward situation. You were perfectly content with avoiding the elephant in the room, which took the shape of your just as flustered boyfriend who was being uncharacteristically quiet. Still, you should have known with both teams being in Calgary for the game tomorrow you couldn’t be so lucky. “What’s he doing here.”

“Leon.” You chastised. You knew that he didn't exactly get along with Matt, but you had hoped that it wouldn’t extend off the ice. Matt moved back towards you, leaning against the counter next to you—a few inches separating you that wouldn't be there if Leon wasn't standing in your kitchen. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“What!” You winced at the volume of his voice, having somewhat expecting this reaction from him. Though, you had assumed you would have the support of Connor before you had to break the news to Leon. “Since when? Does Connor know?”

“Uhm, a few months? And no, he doesn't. Please don't tell him before I can.” You begged, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes.

“You want me to play along with this?” Leon asked, clearly skeptical. You nodded quickly and he sighed in defeat. You were practically his sibling just as much as you were Connor’s, the both of them having a hard time saying no to you. With a little more convincing on your part, Leon had left your apartment with the promise to keep your secret. The only downfall was that you had to promise to tell him tomorrow.

You weren't sure how you were going to tell your brother you had been in a relationship for the better part of the season without telling him. Not to mention that relationship was with Matthew Tkachuk, known nuisance on his rival team.

You turned to Matt, you had been suspiciously quiet for most of the time Leon was in your apartment, but now that he had left, Matt was grinning mischievously at you. You rolled your eyes at him, opening your arms and he returned to his original position between your legs as you wrapped him in a hug.

“You’re too much trouble, Tkachuk.”

The next day you were stressed about having to tell your brother about dating Matt, so stressed in fact, that before you even knew it, you were sitting in the stands. Usually, you’d be in the better halves box, but Connor had gotten you ice level seats. You were behind the visitors goal, meaning that he was able to mess with you during warm ups, bouncing against the glass to catch you off guard and toss you pucks to give to the excited children around you.

It was all going smoothly until Matt scored. He, of course, had to be cocky about it, skating over to where you were and pointing as if to make sure you knew the goal was for you. It wasn’t the first time he dedicated a goal to you, but usually he wasn't so obvious about, a wink thrown up to where he knew you were in the box. It was almost like he couldn’t help himself now that you were so close.

Knowing Matthew, that very well could be the case.

Connor noticed, of course, and skated over to Matt, giving him a shove on the shoulder. Your boyfriend didn’t engage, remembering that you had said you would break up with him on the spot if he ever fought your brother, but the two exchanged words, Matt holding up his hands like he was innocent.

As if.

The rest of the game went smoother, with Connor seemingly ordering a hit on Matt and Leon shooting you exasperated looks every time the two got close. After he had left your apartment the night before, you had texted him and asked if he could make sure your brother didn't kill your boyfriend on the ice before you got the chance to talk him down.

You weren’t too sure who you were supposed to be rooting for, but as the game went into overtime, you were glad both teams would be leaving with at least one point. And when Connor scored the game winner, you figured it was for the best to have him in a good mood.

You had agreed to meet Connor outside the visiting team’s locker room, and so after the area emptied a bit, you made your way down there. It wasn't too long before Leon emerged, patting you on the back and mumbling a ‘good luck with him’ before heading off to meet his girlfriend who had come down for the game. You had rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help but be nervous. You wanted Connor to like Matt, you were pretty sure you were at least half in love with the guy, but family was important to you. In the end, you wouldn't let Connor or anyone else dictate who you were with, but his approval meant a lot.

You had been so in your head about everything, thinking about just exactly how to phrase everything that Connor had caught you off guard when he came into the hallway.

“Are you okay?” He asked, waving a hand in front of your eyes as you didn't even notice him approach. You jumped, having been startled but were quick to smile tightly at him. He called your name softly, urging you to tell him what was on your mind.

“I have a boyfriend.” You blurted, cringing slightly at the suddenness of his words. That was not how you imagined this going, then again, you hadn’t originally planned on hiding your relationship from him for so long. Connor just sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with a near pained expression on his face.

“It’s not Tkachuk, is it?” He groaned, and your eyes just about bugged out of your head. You were certain you had been so careful in hiding your relationship, and it was one thing for him to suspect you were seeing someone but an entirely different thing for him to just flat out know.

“How did you know?” You felt stupid for asking, but you were so confused any embarrassment you felt was overshadowed.

“Well for starters, he pointed right at you after you scored.” Connor listed off on his fingers and you blushed furiously. Matt might have been shameless, but you sure as hell weren’t. “And he's also standing right there.”

You spun around at your brother’s words, no doubt finding Matt watching from afar, clearly nervous to approach. It was refreshing, honestly, seeing him so knocked off his game. It was good for his ego, and you just hoped Connor wasn't too angry.

“I’m sorry, it’s just—” You started, but your brother didn't let you finished.

“I’m not gonna pretend like I understand, or that I like it, but I have a question.” You nodded eagerly, silently urging him to continue. “Does he make you happy?”

“Unbelievably so.” You told him honestly and without missing a beat. By now, Matt had joined you and had swung an arm around your shoulders, offering his free hand to Connor to shake. Your brother eyed him for a moment, before shaking his hand and you let out a breath you hadn't realized you had been holding.

“If I hear you so much as make her cry once, Tkachuk, I will personally come to Calgary and give you want you deserve.” Connor threatened, and you rolled your eyes. Matt raised the arm that wasn’t wrapped over your shoulders in surrender, tugging you closer into his side as he spoke next.

“Trust me man, I wouldn't even think of doing that.”

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fizziefizzco · 4 years ago

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A to Z of LynnCove: E is for Eternity

A quick look at a bright future

This was supposed to be posted yesterday but I had a bit of a panic attack so that did not happen :] Sorry about that!! Here’s a long one to make up for it <3

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Even though it was his day off, Cove still woke up to his alarm in the morning. He wasn’t a natural morning person, and needed the extra push in order to wake up most mornings. The sun filtered in through the semi-opaque curtains of his bedroom, and the 25 year old man groaned softly as he moved to turn his alarm off and grab his glasses. Just as soon as he slipped them on his face, did the sliding barn door to the bedroom open to an eager little Chesapeake Bay Retriever that bounded over to him and licked at the free hand that laid off the side of the bed.

“Well good morning to you too, Fleche.” Cove hummed and petted the not-quite puppy , but not quite an adult dog, her coat was soft yet a little wet, as Fleche was a very messy eater. At the little girl’s insistence, Cove swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, stretching in the light of the summer sun after he opened the curtains. Just as he stood up, the smell of breakfast cooking reached Cove’s nose. “Ah. So this is what you were sent here to do. Already had your breakfast, little girl?” Fleche pushed against Cove’s legs, not even looking up at him to answer his question.

The house he lived in at age 25 was nothing short of beautiful. A small beach house right close to the water, it was like something out of a dream when he found it. Gorgeous wood floors, an overall hawaiian feeling to it (for being in southern california) and the best view ever…. Well, the beach was good too.

[Rest Under the Cut]

His view, though, came in the form of a person’s back being turned to him as they stood in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. Tall and angular, the years had been very kind to them, and their hair was long and in its natural color, a warm brown. There was a tattoo on their left calf of a crab surrounded by poppies, one that matched his own of a dolphin that resided on his lower back. They didn’t hear him coming, but Cove wasn’t one for pulling pranks, that thankfully, was his spouse’s forte. Cove walked up behind them, gently wrapping large arms around their waist and nuzzling his face in their hair.

“Good Morning sleepyhead.” They spoke, not turning their head to look over at him.

“ Mornin’ Lynn.” Cove returned, pressing a kiss to his spouse’s cheek.

Lynn and Cove had changed a lot over the years in terms of likes and appearances. Lynn, who had once been asked to model thanks to their beautiful and femmine figure, was now a lot more androgynous after some soul searching, and a wonderful support network. Cove fit the more masculine look, and looked a lot more like his father, but that same look betrayed his soft and shy personality.

“What are you making?” Cove asked after Lynn turned to look back at him and to get a kiss. Lynn smiled warmly as they turned back to the pan, and what was cooking inside it.

“Pancakes. I made some separate ones for me, these are your pancakes.” Cove had only been half-listening after they mentioned that they made pancakes, the hungry thoughts of food filling his mind as he let go of his spouse.

“I’ll set the table. What do you want to drink?” Cove asked, rubbing his eyes with a wide yawn. Lynn shrugged as they flipped one of the pancakes.

“Orange juice sounds good.” Lynn said nonchalantly, to which Cove nodded and grabbed the bottle from their fridge, which was decorated with many tourist magnets as well as photos, ads, and sticky notes.

Sooner, breakfast was finished cooking. Lynn served Cove’s plate first, and then their own at their small nook that served as their dining table. Fleche had run off to nap in a sunny spot on the couch, their living area being an open floor plan. The two of them weren’t perfect, as many people seemed to still believe, but they worked well and communicated with each other - which led to such a strong relationship. They had their own things that they did, and own friends, but they still did a lot together as a couple - one thing they loved doing, even now, was going for a surf on their days off. Cove wanted to ask Lynn if they were up to the idea.

“Are you up for surfing today, husband?” Lynn asked, as though they’d read Cove’s mind. A mischievous smile danced on their lips, and Cove wasn’t sure if they could...or if they were just messing with him, but he felt like they knew.

“Yes.”He squeaked out, a blush appearing on his features.

The topic soon, even though it was their day off, developed into talking about work. At age 25, Cove was a chef and organizer for a local charity kitchen. It wasn’t a glamorous job, certainly, but it was one that he enjoyed doing. People loved him, and he was able to talk easier with the vulnerable people he taught to cook. Lynn’s hard work their entire life paid off, and they were a zookeeper, taking care of marine animals at the zoo’s aquarium. Their work and his helped pay for their gorgeous house, and dog.. And the nice set of savings for when they would try for children.

The trip to the beach was as mundane as it always was, but for the two of them - every moment was magical as they ran around the water near their home. Fleche loved to play fetch with them when they went out on their surfboards, she could swim really far and would bring back the frisbee they threw each time. Fleche was also a very good girl as well, when they set her back on land and went at it surfing; the waters near their home were a prime spot for waves but were unknown except for by the locals. There was a kid that always came by to watch them, and the two of them often joked how much it was like they were already parents.

After coming home from the beach and taking a shower, the couple split off and would do their own things on their day off. For Cove it consisted of testing a new muffin recipe that he wanted to surprise Lynn with, as well as getting in a few chapters of his new book, and watering the plants they were growing on their porch. For Lynn, their free time consisted of watching a new soccer match, a few crosswords during lulls in the game, working more on a painting they were doing, and unfortunately answering emails as the newest intern was a complete klutz but Lynn was very very patient.

That night was time though for the two of them to get dressed up for a joint-family dinner. The Holdens and The Chos started it after Lynn went off for college and Cove moved out, though the individual families would still have separate dinners from time to time. It was much better with everyone though. Kyra still lived in Nevada, working ever hard on her writing - she had a boyfriend recently though, last time Cove and Lynn saw her. As for Mr. Holden, he’d gotten married the last summer, to a lovely woman named Aya who owned a flower shop, but Cove was still not sure about her. Mom and Ma were doing really well for themselves, taking it easy but still being the life of their country club. As for Lizzie… well, as much as Lynn’s older sister loved to joke about her lil sibling doing all the big milestones before her, there was one thing that she didn’t count on. Lizzie had a kid, and with her oldest friend no less. Shiloh and Lizzie had met again after that awkward encounter, and he’d apologized to her, with real feelings. They weren’t married yet or anything but things were going well for them, and they’d had a kid. Bertie, who was three. Lynn loved the little guy, and even though Cove and Shiloh were still awkward around each other as ever - the Holden-Cho family was good.

“Do you have the thing you told Ma you’d bring?” Lynn waved their hand over to Cove who laughed as he took a container out of the fridge.

“Of course. I made sure to tell Claude that she liked it so much when she came to visit. And yes, he promised to stop hitting on her.” He responded to his spouse’s question, watching as they slid earrings in while grabbing their keys. Lynn stopped short before doing anything else , feeling their husband’s eyes on their back the entire time.

“Can I help you, Mr. Holden?” Lynn’s face split into a sly, seductive smirk. Cove bit his lip as he went to grab his coat from the counter barstool.

“Why no, Mx.Holden, I was just admiring my ravishing spouse. You never cease to amaze me.” He mumbled as he closed the distance to them, Lynn using their hands to move his to their waist.

“And you never cease to be the cheesiest man alive. You’ve got to stop hanging out with those boys.” Lynn’s words were drawn from their lips as Cove pressed a kiss to them. No makeup, but lip balm this night. Cove pressed another kiss, and then another to his spouse’s lips, before pressing their foreheads together with a happy, contented sigh.

“Normally I love being home with our families, but..”

“But..?”

“But I’d rather much take you back to our bedroom and show you how much I appreciate you.”

Lynn laughed at that and pulled away, heading to the shoe rack and front door.

“Come on handsome. I’ll let you show me later tonight.” Lynn slid some cute flats on, their slender fingers brushing against the anklet around their … well, ankle. Before heading for the door, Lynn shot a look back at their blushing husband, whose hands were empty.

“Don’t forget the food.”

#our life beginnings & always #Our Life #Cove Holden #OC: Lynn Cho #Cove Holden x Lynn Cho #mywriting

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kindred-is-obsessed · 5 years ago

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Reasons you should be watching Craig of the Creek

Not enough people are watching this wonderful show, so I thought I’d do my best to introduce people to it. It’s made by former Steven Universe crew Ben Levin and Matt Burnett, so if you’re missing Steven Universe while it’s on hiatus this is a great way to keep away the hiatus blues, or if you just enjoy in cartoons. It’s great for a whole list of reasons, which broadly fall into the two categories of great representation and great storytelling:

Canonical queer representation

- The witches premiere in the episode The Curse. If you aren’t sure if you want to watch this whole show definitely watch this one at least! It’s my absolute favourite not least of all because it’s about teen goth girls in love. It has a sequel The Last Kid in The Creek which is also wonderful, and the witches cameo throughout the series. I don’t want to spoil too much but The Curse is essentially about the two not wanting to be separated and struggling to admit their feelings for each other. (Spoilers: they do and walk off alone, blushing, staring at each other lovingly, while the kids aww at them)

- Bernard and his girlfriend watch a cooking show hosted by a gay couple.

- Other cameos, hints and coded queer kids such as JP’s sister (who has fancy dinner reservations with Kat, a woman with a shaved head who compliments Kelsey’s fake sword). There’s also Raj and Shaun (two very close friends), as well as several very boyish tomboys, including Handlebarb and Turner.

- All public bathrooms I’ve spotted in the show have gender neutral signs on them which is nice.

POC representation

- Craig, the main character, is black and has a loving family explored in depth, including an activist grandmother working for the council, a wise and fun grandfather, a supportive fun dad who loves his amazing wife, an adorable assertive little sister, and an angsty overachieving older brother who just wants to be a good grownup who loves his family and girlfriend.

- There are MANY characters of colour. There are black and brown characters, Raj is Indian, Stacks is Hispanic (and it’s implied she is an immigrant), there are several Asian characters, Kelsey is Hungarian and Jewish, a persistent background character wears a hijab (I’m pretty sure she was named at some point but I can’t find her name anywhere. She definitely has lines at one point). I’m sure there are others I have missed. No one is a stereotype as far as I am aware.

Subtle neurodivergent representation

- JP is possibly on the autism spectrum. I’d love neurodivergent people’s opinions on this, but while the representation isn’t canonical or obvious I think it’s good that while JP is represented as having different thought processes from his friends, he isn’t made fun of for it, at least not by them. It’s noteworthy I think that he’s the eldest of the core trio, probably because he finds it easier to relate to younger people who still share his imagination and care less about his unique way of thinking. His neurodivergence is explored most explicitly in the episode Jextra Perrestrial, so if you’re interested in this kind of representation definitely check that episode out.

Non-nuclear family representation

- While the main character is a member of the typical nuclear family you see on TV (except black, and actually interesting) most of the other families we see are not.

- JP is raised by his mother and older sister. His father is never mentioned and their house is definitely in worse condition than the others we see. His family works hard to take care of each other. His sister is a nurse and both her and her mother are away a lot of the time, but they both love JP very much. JP’s sister also happens to be really openly body positive. I love them a lot.

- Kelsey’s father is an only parent. There’s still a lot of mystery surrounding how Kelsey’s mother passed away. It’s a very subtle but important part of Kelsey’s character and comes through in really bittersweet adorable ways (not limited to Kelsey using her “half-orphan”ness to guilt trip a man into giving her money)

- Other kinds of families are scattered throughout the show, including families that move around a lot, a home-school kid with a strict mother, and more.

Unique approach to fantasy and sci-fi

- You know how most kids show will take a kid’s fantasy and bring it to reality? Well Craig of the Creek keeps the fantastical and nostalgic element of that line of thinking but never confirms or denies whether the kids fantasies are real or in their heads. And not in a Scooby Doo way where the fantastical elements are explained away, but are hinted as a possibility right at the very end. Instead, two perspectives (the fantastical perspective and the realistic perspective) are woven into every episode.

- This means there are two ways to interpret every episode. You can view the witches as real witches, or as goth teenagers. You can view Helen as a kid from another dimension, or a home-school kid who is never at the creek at the same time as the other kids. You can view Deltron as a cyborg from the future, or as an imaginative kid from a big city.

- This is super unique and fun to watch. They come up with so many new ideas and its always fun to figure out what’s actually happening, while still getting to relive childhood fantastical nostalgia.

- Almost all of these episodes use this to talk about an issue, but these issues can get quite complex and are definitely not shoved down your throat.

Overarching mystery plot about a colonialist kingdom / cult

- Love the slow burn storytelling of Steven Universe’s Diamond Authority? Love putting together the mysteries of Gravity Falls? Then you’ll love this plot about colonialism, classism, bullying, peer pressure and more and its mysterious build up including cryptic graffiti art and flower symbolism.

- Even before this arc properly begins, Craig of The Creek primarily centers around the microcosm of the Creek. Many of the episodes have a lot of commentary on society, politics and how different factions of people form and interact.

- The show is over 50 episodes in and this arc is only just starting to kick off so now is the time to catch up and watch.

- Fun complex villain(s)

Complex relatable characters

- Want commentary and nostalgia about horse girls, children’s tea parties, weird kids, angsty teens, young weebs, dweebs and more!? Every childhood obsession is represented in this show.

- Adults! All the parents and older teens in this show are just as rich and complex as the kids. They are all so interesting and fun.

- Want characters with arcs, aims, fun relationships and complexity!? Look no further! Redemption arcs! Revelations! Found family! It’s all here!

Great art and soundtrack

- Cute background and character designs that make you nostalgic as hell and are also beautiful and well thought out.

- Sometimes the art design is changed up for a particular episode to portray a certain fantastical / sci fi element. It’s very fun and engaging.

- An opening song that’s fun to sing along to, bittersweet ending song that makes me want to cry, a couple of musical episodes including a super fun rap musical episode, and a great OST

Queer headcanons

- There are tons of ways to interpret the show but here’s some of my head canons just to get an idea.

- (Note that despite my headcanons I use the pronouns for the kids that they use in the show cause I’m not certain about any of it and they’re kids who haven’t come out yet and also for clarity and consistency’s sake – I’m not saying trans people are not their genders. Don’t worry I’m nonbinary)

- I headcanon that all the main trio grow up to realise they are queer. They strike me as that weird group of friends that doesn’t fit in with the other kids and aren’t quite sure how they all came to be friends, only to later realise they all showed early signs of breaking gender roles and that’s why they stuck together.

- Craig definitely grows up to realise he’s gay, bisexual or queer. His admiration for characters like Deltron and Green Poncho are definitely crushes that he mistakes for a strong sudden and eager desire for friendship.

- Kelsey probably grows up to realise she is nonbinary, a trans boy or a WLW. I mostly headcanon this because I relate to her a lot and I’m nonbinary and queer so I said so. She reminds me a lot of myself as a kid. She throws herself into books, mostly fantasy for escapism. She fantasises and writes a lot for the same reasons. She dresses like a tomboy (She always wears her hair up in the same bun which strongly reminds me of my own childhood hair dysphoria) and she hangs out solely with male friends.

- JP gives me strong trans lesbian vibes, or to a lesser extent nonbinary vibes. (I know his sister is WLW coded but take it from me there can be more than one queer in a family). He is interested in girls, specifically Maney the horse girl (he even joined the horse girls for one episode). He wears a long V-neck shirt that is essentially a dress ALL the time. He’s aware that he’s different and while self conscious sometimes, mostly just wants to express himself the way he wants to. He also chooses to go by initials JP over his very gendered name Johnathan Paul (In a recent episode he names a ship after himself, calling it “The SS Johnathon Paulina”).

- (Sidenote if you do start watching this show and I see any nasty shipping of these characters in non puppy-love fashion so help me god)

Other reasons

- The show is at times very intertextual and references Princess Mononoke, Super Smash Brothers, Sailor Moon, Lord of the Rings, and a billion other things. It also has some fun cameos, including background images of the Tres Horny Boys from The Adventure Zone, a TARDIS from Doctor Who, and a Cookie Cat from Steven Universe.

- Honestly, this post hasn’t done the best job explaining why I love this show so much. You honestly just have to watch an episode to understand fully what I’m talking about, so give it a go! Watch The Curse at least, it only goes for 10 minutes.

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katefiction · 4 years ago

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Cora, Chapter 2: Invitations

I have to tell someone.

I can’t.

I can’t tell anyone.

Annie, she’d know what to do.

No, she’d just congratulate me and pat me on the back.

Jenny? She’d freak me out even more.

Mum…let’s not go there.

Dad? I quiver at the thought.

The door swings open as I stand contemplating my options, one hand in my mouth, my nail being torn to shreds, the other clutching a bottle of brandy.

‘Cora!’, he says as if I’m a wonderful surprise he wasn’t expecting.

‘Evening Nicholas’, I smile, placing my hand at my side quickly.

He looks fantastic, his hair perfectly in place, and wearing a blue shirt and chinos. I have opted for a little black dress.

‘You look lovely’, he kisses me on both cheeks and I hand him the brandy.

‘For you’.

‘Brandy and fish? I think I’ll have to teach you a thing or two about flavours!’, he chuckles.

He lets me in to his plush Notting Hill apartment. Unlike my apartment at Clarence House, Nicholas is surrounded by shiny new furniture and contemporary art. It’s the kind of place that when you step bare foot, your feet sink into the lush, soft strands of the carpet.

He puts the brandy to one side and pours me a glass of wine.

‘So what’s for dinner?’, I ask.

‘Salt-crusted grilled fish with lemongrass’, he says proudly.

‘You are full of surprises! Who knew you were a cook?’

‘I have many talents’, he says, looking over his glass at me.

I blush lightly. I have no idea what to say in response.

We settle down to dinner, Nicholas entertaining me with stories from his childhood, and the rivalry he and his older brother, Jonathan, had as boys.

‘I used to scribble out his grades on his school work and replace them with E’s and F’s’, he laughs, ‘he used to get so angry when Mum and Dad made him do more homework to make up for it’.

‘I wish I had siblings’

‘They’re not all they’re made out to be’

‘No, you’re so lucky to have that one person who understands…’, I trail off. ‘…I remember being seven and finally realising that Mum and Dad divorcing meant I wouldn’t get a little brother or sister to play with.’

I don’t have to tell Nicholas the story, we’d never talked about it, but of course he knew, the whole world knew. My parents divorced when I was five. They continued to live in Clarence House, albeit in very separate apartments, for my sake. When I left home for university, Mum wasted no time in moving to a secluded country home in Surrey. I’d resented her for it ever since. For leaving me. For leaving Dad.

I snap myself out of it as Nicholas says, ‘yes well, silver linings and all that.’ I can see I’ve made him uncomfortable. He changes the subject and my family aren’t mentioned for the rest of the meal.

After a chocolate soufflé, we head over to the living area. I’m a little woozy from the wine and would love to put my feet up and sink into the couch, but it’s hard on the back and sides, and I sit awkwardly upright as Nicholas sits next to me, looking all the more glamorous, his arm draped over his arm rest.

‘Get comfortable’, he insists.

I shuffle backwards into the couch, holding my wine in one hand, doing my best to look casual.

Nicholas swirls the wine in his glass. ‘So I know it’s a bit short notice for someone like you, but my father’s hosting our annual Highland Fling next month, and I wondered if you’d like to accompany me?’

‘Will you be dancing?’, I giggle.

‘Yes, of course, and I’ll be in a kilt’

I almost ask him if he’ll wear the kilt in the traditional way, with nothing underneath, but I stop myself. He raises an eyebrow as if he’s expecting me to ask that very question.

‘I’ll check my diary’, I say instead.

Nicholas’ face drops slightly, giving him a look of an abandoned puppy on the roadside.

‘I’m sure it’ll be fine though Nick! Best not double book myself’, I say cheerily, placing a hand on his knee to reassure him.

‘Good’. He reaches to my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear before resting it on my shoulder. Tilting his body toward mine, my heart starts to beat uncontrollably. He’s taken that small gesture as a green light. Shit.

Nicholas is inches away from my face when I panic, ‘I can’t!’, I say, my voice going to liquid.

He stops, but doesn’t pull away, his face still ludicrously close to mine given what I’d just said.

‘You can’t?’

‘I mean I won’t…I mean…just not on the first date’, I manage a smile.

I’m lying; I did mean ‘I can’t’. A Freudian slip. How could I kiss this man after kissing another yesterday? How could he compare? I shake the thought of Ben out of my mind.

Nicholas pats my knee, ‘of course’.

‘Could I use the bathroom?’, I say, hoping to change the subject.

‘Through the passage, second on the right’. I think I hear a hint of annoyance in his voice.

I amble back from the bathroom a few minutes later, looking at the art work in the passage as I go. Next to the doorway that leads back to the living area is a small, wooden telephone table, with a telephone and a pile of documents sitting on top. The one messy thing in Nicholas’ home, I think to myself.

My father has always said I have an inquisitive mind; anyone else would call it nosy. I reassure myself that I’m just getting to know him better as I flick nonchalantly through Nicholas’ papers. A single sheet at the bottom of the pile catches my eye.

25/07/2163

Invoice

Elliot Mason Private Catering

2 course meal x2 £250.00

I push the papers back into place, smarting from my discovery. Part of me is endeared that he would go to such lengths for our date. The other part, the niggling part in my chest, is annoyed that he lied to me. It’s the cynical princess that wins. I have to test him.

‘So’ I say as I re-enter the room, where Nicholas is clearing away the glasses, ‘what are you going to cook for me next time?’

‘Ha! Well next time, we’ll be at the Highland Fling, so I won’t need to’, he gives me a small wink.

Forcing myself to come to my senses, I thank him for the evening, and promise to get in touch. So what if he paid a chef and lied about it? Surely that proves he likes me?

Maybe that niggling feeling I’ve felt all night isn’t my doubt, maybe it’s guilt.

I have to tell someone.

***

I drum my fingers across the desk in an erratic beat as Maggie reals off my commitments for the coming month. Our monthly diary meetings were her idea; a way to keep me organised and for us to merge my work diary with my personal one.

‘The weekend beginning Saturday, August twenty-eighth, you have free…’

‘I’m in Scotland that weekend’, I say, distracted by a fly buzzing near the window, trying to escape.

‘Ok, for the whole weekend?’ Maggie never asked for specifics, where I was going and who with were my business. Nevertheless, I usually told her anyway.

I get up and open the window, releasing the fly to the world, ‘I’m not sure yet, it’s the Dunrobin Highland Fling, I might come home the next day’.

She scribbles something in her diary, as we discuss the last few days of August for a couple of minutes. I’m eager to leave, I hate meetings. I’m always the fly trying to escape from the window.

‘Just one last thing Ma’am’, Maggie picks up a large, thick envelope. ‘This came for you at the office, I presume you were expecting it?’

She hands it to me and I pull out the contents; a navy blue information pack, with the words ‘Marion and James Evans Trust’ in white writing on the cover. My heart skips a beat.

Opening the folder, I find a compliments note written in scrawling, spiky handwriting,

‘In case you couldn’t find the email address,

Ben Evans’

I’m convinced Maggie can hear my heart humming.

‘It’s from Ben Evans, about the Trust’, I say, my mouth dry.

‘Is he wanting you to get involved?’ Maggie asks, more interested in her paperwork.

‘Um…I don’t know’, I stay glued to the spot, staring at his disjointed penmanship, wondering what it says about him.

‘Are you ok Ma’am?’

When I look up, Maggie is looking at me, a slightly concerned expression on her face. It’s not like me to be so quiet.

‘I kissed him’. The words are out before my brain can stop them.

‘Mr Egerton, Ma’am?’

‘What?’, she thinks I’m talking about Nicholas, I had told her about the date in a fit of nerves on the way back from the awards. ‘No, not Nicholas…Ben, that night, I don’t know what happened, one minute we were talking, the next…’

Maggie’s eyes widen for a milli-second, then settle. She is truly the calmest person I know.

‘Are you planning to see each other again?’

‘I don’t know, I mean of course not! I’m seeing Nicholas, it was just a moment of madness’, I blurt out.

‘Are you worried?’, she says, trying to find the source of my angst.

‘About what?’

‘That he may speak to someone?’

Her innocent question hits me in the chest like a freezing snowball on a winter’s day. I hadn’t even considered he might talk to someone, and by ‘someone’, Maggie meant the press.

‘He wouldn’t, would he? I mean, why would he?’, the panic in my voice is rising by the second.

‘For publicity, press attention…any number of reasons Ma’am’

‘Oh shit’. How could I be so stupid?

Maggie tries to placate me, ‘I can get in contact with his team, make sure he knows any such action would be deplorable’

‘No! No, it’s fine, I’ll speak to him myself’, I scan the room, my mind buzzing.

‘I’m not sure that would be advisable’, she says calmly.

I ignore her against my better judgement, ‘I should see him in person, yes, that’s what I need to do, I need to see him.’

***

Queen’s Club, London

Maggie knew it was an excuse, I knew it was an excuse. But that wasn’t enough to stop me.

I’m well known around here, visiting every month or so to play a quick game of tennis. Ben and I had spoken about it that night, he had told me he comes here often, and after a few discreet phone calls from Maggie, I had discovered he’d be here training today.

Walking towards the lawns in my tennis whites and neon pink trainers, I scan the area for any sight of him and it doesn’t take long before I do. Swinging his racket forcefully against his training partner’s forehand, he bounces around the court, sweating head to toe in the August heat.

I stand and watch for a few minutes, admiring the shapes his body can make under such speed, until his partner relents and goes to find some shade. Ben heads over to a bench on the side of the court, sits down and leans back his head, pouring water from his bottle all over his face, before gulping the rest down.

I stride towards him purposefully. I am here for a reason.

I see him squinting like he’s seen a mirage. A grin passes over his face as I approach.

‘Morning, how are you?’, he says simply.

‘Good thanks, and you?’, I say. Casual. Be casual.

‘Good, good’

I stand in front of him, an expectant silence between us. Say something clever, Cora, or funny. Say anything. Speak for God’s sake!

‘I got your information pack, thank you!’, I say with a squeak.

‘Well, I noticed there hadn’t been any emails from you’, he shrugged. ‘I thought you might have been avoiding me.’

I laugh like a deranged idiot, ‘why would I avoid you?’

‘Because you kissed me’

I’m startled by his bluntness and stumble over my words before I realise what he’s just said.

‘Wait a second, you kissed me’, I say indignantly.

‘That’s not how I remember it’, he leans down to re-tie his shoelaces.

I open my mouth to bite back, then realise what he’s doing. ‘Nice try’.

‘Aha, she’s discovered a sense of humour at last’, he says, looking to the sky playfully.

I sit down next to him; I need to bite the bullet. ‘I have to ask you something…’, I say tentatively.

‘Go on’

‘Have you…told anyone about what happened?’

‘Nope, why?’

‘I just had to check’

‘For?…’ He places his elbows on his thighs and studies me.

‘If it got out, well, it would be a nightmare; I would really appreciate it if you didn’t say anything’

‘Thanks for the vote of confidence’, he rolls his eyes. ‘Is there someone in particular you don’t want to find out? A boyfriend, perhaps’

My heart jumps into my throat. ‘No!’ I say it a little too quickly. ‘But, I’ve been on a date, since…it happened’

Why did I just tell him that?

A flicker of disappointment passes over his face.

‘So you‘re just worried I’ll use you for publicity?’, a darkness clouds his voice.

‘No, I-’

‘Cora, I’ve been in the public eye long enough to know how it works, I’m not interested in making the Sunday papers, I just want to play tennis’

‘I’m sorry, it would be stupid of me not to check’, I say.

He nods in agreement, ‘I appreciate you coming to me yourself’

‘See, I told Maggie that would be best!’, I can’t wait for the chance to rub that one in her face.

‘So Maggie knows does she?’, he raises both eyebrows. ‘And yet I’m getting the lecture about keeping my mouth shut!’

Crap. ‘She’s the only person I told, I swear’, I say, panicking.

Ben laughs, that glorious, big laugh, ‘I couldn’t give a shit who you tell’. There’s that bluntness again.

I want to hit him with my racket; this man knows how to break me into a sweat.

‘As you’re here, do you fancy a game?’, he motions towards the court.

‘With you?’

‘No with the Pope, yes with me. I heard Bejar offered you lessons, I think you can do better than him’, his deep brown eyes dart across mine.

I force Nicholas back into my mind like a shoehorn. Don’t flirt, don’t flirt.

‘Well you do need help on that forehand’, I tease.

We head over to the court where we hit a few balls around, Ben giving me some pointers along the way. As we finally get into a game, unsurprisingly, he wins every point. All but one, when he hits the net.

Later as I walk him to the changing rooms, I can’t help but gloat. ‘A point against a tennis champion, that’s pretty good going.’

‘One measly point! And it was only because I was distracted by those ridiculous trainers!’, he looks down at my neon pink feet.

It usually takes an age for a new friend to feel like they can tease me. I smile to myself, grateful that he just didn’t ‘give a shit’.

‘I’m sure you’re better at other things’, he pats me on the shoulder unaware of the glow it ignites inside me.

‘I am’, I try and sound mysterious.

‘Like?’

I say the first think that pops into my mind, ‘like the Highland Fling’

Ben finds this hilarious, of course he does.

‘I bet you couldn’t do it, I bet you’re too “manly” to even try’, I hold his gaze.

‘Try me’, he says, his voice deep.

‘There’s a party on the twenty-eighth, my friend…the guy I’m going with, it’s at his home, a big do, I’ll send you the details…if you’re not too much of a wuss, that is’

What am I doing?

‘Great’, if he’s registered that I’m going there with a date, he doesn’t show it.

‘Great, see you then’, I flounce off , my face on fire, my heart thumping.

‘Uh Cora!’, he calls after me.

I turn around.

‘You’ll probably need my number, to send me the details?’

‘Oh yes’, I blush.

I walk away with my hand gripped around my racket, Ben’s number in my phone, and his eyes on my back.

This has suddenly become very real.

What have I done?

#royal fanfiction #katefiction

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years ago

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a gentle moment {Roger Taylor}

Summary: Roger and Gizelle prepare to host Gizelle's family for Christmas, and some news about her father comes to light. Well, it's news to Roger at least.

A/N: I’ve Missed Gizelle So Much. This was meant to be longer, but alas. Christmas fluff, mentions of Motley Crue and some explaining of Gizelle’s family. @ginghampearlsnsweettea @prettyboyroger

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"Why is this the first time we've had your full family around?" Roger asks, squinting at the oven, where the roast had been steadily slow-cooking away for several hours.

"Because..." Giselle hesitated for a moment where she was chopping vegetables, "because we've been busy touring when everyone else's schedule aligned,” and she paused for the barest moment before conceding; “among other things." Other things was the year and a half they had been separated, though neither likes to say it out loud.

"We all got together for Gabrielle's vow renewal last summer," Roger counters, standing back up and pulling open the cabinet beside the sink, rummaging through it for their big baking tray. Gizelle makes a noise in the back of her throat at his comment.

"'Vanna wasn't there," she reminded softly, before shaking her head, as if to clear the thought, "my father's a very busy man, he can't just make time for a little dinner."

"'Zelle, it's Christmas."

There’s a long silence that follows, Giselle watches him line the baking tray as an excuse in order to avoid answering.

“I know how to line a baking tray,” Roger told her with a fond exasperation, pressing the baking paper carefully into the corners so it would sit flat. Gizelle hummed, but kept quiet as she filled the tray with vegetables.

“Roger,” she says, gently pleading, asking him to see reason before she’d even spoken the truth, “you know my father still hasn’t really forgiven you for, well,” and at this she tries not to smile, though it’s still there at the edge of her lips, “marrying me.”

“He hasn’t forgiven me for marrying you?” Roger’s voice leaps an entire octave in disbelief. His eyes going wide where he’s been basting the vegetables in butter. Brush still in hand, he turns his whole body to face Gizelle, who’s trying very hard not to laugh, especially since it’s the truth. Seeing him so up in arms, and yet so domestic, is quite endearing, though it’s not exactly the opportune moment to mention it. “I mean, I know he and I have had our differences but -”

“Sweetheart, he’s never really liked you.”

“Apparently,” Roger turns back to the vegetables, audibly miffed, “I’ve been living in a fantasy world for the past three years, where my wife’s dad doesn’t hate my guts.” And he goes back to basting, ruminating on this new information, though it amuses Gizelle to no end, and she takes the moment to wrap her arms around him, standing behind him and pressing her lips to his shoulder. She can feel the tension ease from him, just a little, from the contact alone. She also doesn’t disagree.

“Apart from marrying his heir,” Roger rolls his eyes, but the phrasing makes her laugh, “what have I done to piss him off?”

Gizelle shrugs, which Roger can feel, before she steps back from him, crossing her arms and watching as he puts the tray of vegetables into the oven.

“Darling, you know me, and you know my family values nothing if not loyalty,” and Gizelle chooses her next words carefully; "he’s always been protective, and I won't say that everything that happened with Dominique didn't... exacerbate that -"

"I don't know why he's so bothered;” Roger shuts the oven, skin prickling with the heat, and the reminder of his own misdeeds, “you're -"

"Do not say I'm over it," Gizelle warns, and Roger presses his lips together, reconsidering his words as he turns back to her.

"You're dealing with the events that happened - quite a while ago, mind you - in a way that is healthy, and with me, and that does not effect your father." Roger says carefully, borrowing his phrasing from their therapist. Gizelle considers for a moment, before nodding.

"If I'm being honest, dear, he's never been fond of drummers;" she pauses before adding, "he thinks they're reckless. And he's not fond of you specifically because I'm his favourite," she says with an air of smugness. Despite all the pressure her father's put her under, both personally and professionally, she's always held his favour, not that he'd admit it out loud, and it's been a strange point of pride.

"He's not a fan of drummers?" Roger snorts, moving to start clearing the bench of the food scraps and preparation plates that have fulfilled their usefulness, and now only need to be washed up, "he's an executive at EMI, love, their main export is rock and roll."

"You know he's always loved jazz."

"I know." It's with an air of defeat that Roger concedes, putting the plug in the sink and turning on the tap. However, it only takes him a moment to perk up again, "is Tommy joining us?"

"Much to father's chagrin," Gizelle half laughs, clearing the rest of the food scraps into the little compost bin, "that boy is half in love with you, you know that right?"

"It's endearing; he's like a puppy." Roger says with surprising fondness, waiting for the water to rise as he adds soap. "Say, who does your father prefer? Gun to his head-"

"He'd shoot himself." Gizelle smirks, coming back to join him, taking the dish towel from where it was looped around the over handle as she actually considers. "Honestly, as reckless and out of control as Tommy is," her expression sours, considering everything Motley Crue's drummer had dragged her younger sister through, "he's still somehow more favoured than you."

"I'm in the biggest band in the fucking world right now; Queen is-"

"Dear, you could be George Harrison and my father would still want to throw you from a moving car -"

"Christ, your dad doesn't really want to throw me from a moving car does he?" Roger blanches, turning the tap off, and Gizelle steps up to him, her hands coming to rest at his hips. He pulls his hands from the soapy water, pulling her close automatically, his wet hands on her shoulders. Though she plays at being irritated, wiping his hands with the dish cloth, it doesn’t last long, and she gives him a genuine, if gentle smile.

"My father is a business man before anything else, before even being a father," and it sounds like it hurts her a little bit to admit, "Gabrielle's milquetoast husband is inoffensive and keeps her in comfort, so he's essentially invisible to him; Giovanna, unfortunately blunt as it is, does not garner enough of a spotlight on her own to somehow ruin the family's reputation. You've heard everything Motley Crue has done, but her name's never been connected -"

"But if she ends up marrying Tommy -"

"First of all, that's a big if, and secondly, then she's Giovanna Lee, and no longer dad's problem." It's a harsh way of looking at things, and Gizelle's expression is falling as she considers herself, and as she looks away for a moment, Roger presses a gentle kiss to her cheek, saving her from being so blunt about herself.

"I'll be on my best behaviour, I promise," he assures gently. Gizelle smiles with soft relief, and Roger wraps her up in a hug, feeling her quiet sigh of relief.

"Mum's rather enamored with you," Gizelle admits as she steps back, and Roger visibly perks up, grin lighting up his face as he turns back to do the dishes. Gizelle watches him with a fond smile, dish towel in hand as she leans her hip on the counter by the drying rack.

"Really?"

"Well, you've proven that you've learned from your mistakes, and you treat me well," she shrugs, and Roger turns a little pink, his expression fond, "that's all that matters to her."

"So I take it she either dislikes Tommy or doesn't know what Giovanna's gone through."

"Oh, no, she'd absolutely push Tommy from a moving car."

#roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x oc #queen #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody imagine #queen imagine #borhap imagine #tommy lee #and all the Queen's men #the angry lizard writes

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trashcankitty12 · 5 years ago

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So I wrote this for @electra-jolts-magnetism as a late birthday present. I just managed to finish it and so if it has any mistakes, that’s on me.

This is an au where Valtor not only defected from the Coven, but is in a relationship with both Griffin and Faragonda. (So it could be considered crack-ish, but it’s not entirely...)

All We Have Is All We Need

Faragonda groaned as she rose up, frowning when she noticed both her partners gone already. Something had to be up…

Sure, Griffin was usually up and in the kitchen working on breakfast by now, but Valtor? Unless he had a pressing deadline with the museum, he was usually stilled curled into bed with her.

Taking a deep breath, she noticed the familiar smells of breakfast being made. As sweet as it smelled, probably pancakes or crepes. (Maybe even cinnamon rolls.)

Faragonda rolled out of bed, allowing her magic to not only make the bed up (Griffin hated mess), but to get herself dressed and her brunette hair braided back. (She normally hated using magic to get ready, but it’d become habit during the war…)

Walking out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, she paused, taking a look at the witch. Griffin had her hair in a messy bun, her glasses hiding her piercing gaze as she worked at the stove. A burgundy sweater and jeans for her look today. (Her features were sharper today, tension obvious in the way she was biting at her cheek and pursing her lips.)

Faragonda moved to wrap herself around Griffin from behind, standing on her tiptoes to lay her head on the witch’s shoulder. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Good morning.” Griffin acted as if she didn’t hear her request, continuing on with breakfast. “Take your pick of coffee or tea this morning… I’m a little behind…” Her voice had that edge in it again.

Faragonda hated that tone, the one where Griffin was acting as if it was all fine but things were really just about to explode under the surface. Hated it.

“Griffin, what happened this morning?” Damn her and her tendency to sleep in. She should have woken up with the other two. “Does it have to do with why our wizard is already gone?”

Griffin extricated herself from Faragonda’s hold, her hands letting go of the whisk to let the mix settle. “Today’s sentencing…” She whispered, her voice threatening to break. “And he went. I tried to talk him out of it, tried to tell him it’d do no good… But he insisted he had to be there…”

Faragonda swore, leaning against the counters. Of course. They were still fucking their lives over from jail. Of fucking course they were.

And Valtor was caught in the middle… Torn between being the ‘dutiful’ son they’d raised and a soldier for the Company.

Son of a-

“Why didn’t you wake me? He couldn’t argue with us both.”

“You know how he gets about them. About all of it.”

“He’s not guilty of their crimes! He doesn’t have to bear their sins.” Faragonda argued, her anger rising.

Those three… Those three made Faragonda wish she had been a witch. The curses she could have slung. The hexes.

Arms wrapped tightly around her, Griffin’s lips pressing to her temple. “He left them to get out of their control… Why does he still-”

“They’re the only family he knows, Fara, and whether any of us understand or not, a part of him will always care about them and their approval. That sort of… Trauma… Just doesn’t go away.”

She felt her eyes tear up, her arms moving to hold tightly to Griffin. “Doesn’t make it right. Or fair.”

Griffin gave one of those mirthless laughs, her fingers tapping lightly on Faragonda’s back, right where her wings would emerge. The fairy felt herself give a soft groan, leaning more into the witch. “Life isn’t always fair, Faragonda… You and I both know that lesson far too well.”

She’d withdrawn from Faragonda after her statement, going back to the food. “Anyway…” She paused, seeming to try to find something, anything, to distract herself and the fairy. “What… Are you planning to do today? Because if you want, we could head into Magix and get what we need for our Yule feast…”

Faragonda frowned, crossing her arms. “We’re still celebrating?” Griffin shrugged, turning the stove top off and letting the pancakes and crepes cool off.

“Why wouldn’t we? Just because things are a little different this year doesn’t mean we shouldn’t celebrate.”

A little different? Zarathustra, Ediltrude, and Griselda were most likely the only ones coming.

Saladin was in Callisto with his sister and nephew. Hagen was most likely at the Council for their hearing. Oritel and Marion were… They weren’t there anymore. And Valtor…

“Griffin… Are you sure this is a good idea?”

The witch paused, looking to her grocery list. “No. I’m not…” She moved to take Faragonda’s hand in hers. “But I have to do something… And… It won’t be the same as it used to be, but we can still…” She shrugged, shaking her head. “We could make it our own… Come up with new traditions… Just… Something to remind us that we’re alive.”

Faragonda couldn’t help but laugh, pulling her in for a hug. “Since when did you become Ms. Positivity? I thought that was my job?”

Griffin made a face and gave disgusted groan. “I think your personality is contagious… I may need to get checked out at the doctor’s later.” She draped a hand over her forehead. “Oh Doctor, I do believe I’ve come down with a case of Pixie Fever.” She taunted, making an over-the-top show.

Faragonda giggled, playfully shoving at her. “You’re awful!”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

“Because the apartment’s in my name.”

“And yet I’m the one who does the cooking. And the cleaning.”

“Valtor and I help!”

“You two make it worse!” Griffin pointed out, her face contorting into both fondness and disgust. “Or need I remind you of the Incident last year?”

Faragonda gave a sheepish smile.

Her and Valtor had both tried to help out with the Yule dinner. Griffin had been sick and they wanted to do something nice…

Instead of being rewarded for their good attempt, the fire department had been called and the apartment ended up needing to be fumigated. Since then, Griffin had refused to allow her or Valtor mess with ‘her’ kitchen unsupervised ever again.

“It was one time…”

“The fire department was called Faragonda. We nearly got evicted.”

“It was an honest mistake…”

“Faragonda, there are some things you just don’t mix.” Faragonda pouted at Griffin, giving her best puppy eyes.

“We said we were sorry… And we made it up to you.”

“We. Were. Nearly. Evicted.”

Faragonda sighed. “Everyone’s a critic…”

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“Are you sure this a good idea?” Griselda frowned, pulling into the courthouse parking lot. “Surely shopping with Griffin would have been a better use for your time? Our Yule get together is coming up… And while I don’t normally celebrate witch-based holidays, I do feel we need to be celebrating more at the moment.”

Faragonda gave her friend a look. “I need to do this Griselda.”

“If he wanted you here, don’t you think he’d have had you come in with him?” Her friend pointed out. Faragonda sighed.

“Valtor just needs to be reminded that he’s not alone anymore. That Griffin and I are here for him.”

“Then why don’t you respect his need to keep you separated from them?” Griselda gave a shaky sigh. “Seeing them go to Omega won’t bring back Domino. All it’s going to do is bring up things we should have left well enough alone.”

Faragonda placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Because he’s not the only black sheep in our relationship. I’ve been in his shoes, Gris… And I think knowing he’s not alone will do him worlds of good.”

Griselda looked up, as if saying a prayer. “Fine… Just… Don’t come crying to me if he burns you.”

The fairy gave a bit of a mischievous smile. “Valtor only burns me when asked.” She gave a wink, hopping out of the car before Griselda could swear at her.

(Okay, so maybe Griffin was rubbing off on her too…)

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It was easy enough to get into the courthouse and toward the connected Council building. She could hear the Council men droning on and on about ‘justice’ and how the ‘wicked’ were going to pay for their crimes against the Magical Dimension. How an eternity in Omega would keep everyone else protected from their reach.

Hagen was front and center, his barely contained rage seething through his being and charging the air with negative emotion.

They were in their seats, smirking into the crowd as if they had no shame for what they’d done. (They probably didn’t. Shame wasn’t in their vocabulary.)

And Valtor…

He was closer to the back, sitting up straight and his shoulders tensed. Every part of his being was tensed.

The last time she’d seen him like that, it was after he’d left the Coven and joined the Company. How angry and hurt he’d been at finding out he’d been used and manipulated. Such a contrast from the Valtor she’d come to know who joked and was anything but the graceful wizard he was in battle.

She walked in quietly, sliding into the seat beside him and clasping his hand with hers.

“You shouldn’t be here.” She could hear him whisper/hiss, though she knew his gaze wasn’t on her. (But he wasn’t pulling out of her touch, so maybe this was the right move.)

“You’re here, so I’m here.” She leaned a bit, letting her head lay on his shoulder. “Do you honestly want me to leave?”

A pause.

“Stay if you want… But you may not like what you hear or see.” Ah. That was it. He was worried his own crimes (that he’d been pardoned for) would be brought back up. (Or that he’d have a breakdown.)

He’d done it once before. She and Valtor had gotten drunk on Dominian vodka and it went into a discussion of family. The moment they realized just how much they had in common… And the moment they realized just how much of a mother hen Griffin was. She’d been so pissed at them…

Instead of saying anything, Faragonda just raised her head up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“How about we stop at that ice cream place after we get done here?” She eventually whispered, not wanting to press her luck with him.

A squeeze on her hand had her smiling. He’d like that. Very much.

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If Griffin knew what Faragonda had been up to that day, she never mentioned it. Instead she’d went on as if it were a ‘normal’ day for them.

Dinner together and a movie. (Valtor’s favorites. Guilty pleasure/comfort food from the Callistian place in Magix that he loved so much and one of the few movies he’d gotten to enjoy as a kid.)

Which turned into a shower. (Not together, Griffin always complained there was not nearly enough room for any ‘funny’ business, so separate showers.)

Which led to bed. (Valtor’s pick of how he wanted things to go. Exploratory and slow and very much enjoyed.)

(They did love to spoil him on days like this, giving him what he wanted and more, if for no other reason than to see that look in his eyes. The look of worship and reverence. Care. Love.)

And the best way to end a day that started so wrong? Curling into one another for the night, safe and secure in each other’s arms, linked in soul and magic as well as in body.

(She always did love listening to his heartbeat, and linking fingers over him with Griffin. Completely together.)

#winx club #winx club fanfic #winx club my fanfic #my fanfic #au #winx club au #winx club valtor #winx club griffin #winx club faragonda #winx club ot3 #electra-jolts-magnetism #birthday fic

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withthebeatlesgirls · 6 years ago

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Happy anniversary to George and Pattie! I’ve saved up a bunch of quotes that are either from them or said about them. So enjoy :)

‘‘The most memorable day in my life that 1966 held for me- Pattie and I were united as one’‘- George

“When I was asking George for his autograph, I said could he sign it for my two sisters as well. He signed his name and put two kisses each for them, but under mine he put seven kisses. I thought he must like me a little.”-Pattie

“We were just motoring along [to Brian Epstein’s party] listening to the radio when suddenly he very calmly told me he loved me and wanted us to get married. I think I just said yes or some such nonsense, but believe me, inside I was doing cartwheels. We really were very much in love.”- Pattie

"The great thing about getting married, you see, is that everything’s different. Before I used to think - there’s Pattie cooking my dinner in my pots and pans. Now, they’re her pots and pans and this house is a home.’‘- George

"We’re a match for each other," he went on. "People should know everything about each other before they get married; I’d like you to put that in my article. Not almost everything, but really everything. You must spill it out and get it off your chest like going to the psychiatrist. That’s the great thing about a wife, you see. She’s your best friend."- George

"George spotted Pattie Boyd on the very first day of shooting ‘A Hard Day’s Night’ and was instantly smitten. Her part in the film was small. She hadn’t done a great deal of film work and was working as a model, but she was cute and very pretty, like a baby doll, with long blond hair and big blue eyes. Amused, we all watched George follow her around like a puppy, repeatedly asking her out." - Tony Bramwell

“When George got together with Pattie, Mrs. Harrison and I were delighted. Of course to the rest of the world it might have been ‘Beatle Marries Model’ but to those that really knew them it was clear that this was a genuine modern-day love story” - Harold Harrison

“George and Pattie, on the other hand, were still trying to impress each other in their new found love. George would take John to one side enthusing over Pattie and the way she looked. ‘Hey, John, don’t you think she’s fantastic, just look at her, now John, doesn’t she look like Brigitte [Bardot]?’...”- Cynthia Lennon, A Twist Of Lennon

One reporter leaned across to Pattie and asked her, “How does it feel to be the one girl that all the others envy because you’ve got George?” George gently interrupted the reporter and said, “Why don’t you ask me what it feels like to be the fellow that all the others envy because he’s got Pattie?” From press conference January 22, 1966

“They were a good match, playmates as much as lovers, and for a time a happy fit. “He and Pattie were joined at the hip,” says Bramwell, and in interviews he was keen to emphasize the equality of their relationship and her influence on him. “I’ve got a lot of my taste off Pattie,” Harrison said.”

“He could have gotten sex if he wanted, but no he didn’t. When we got to the hotels, everybody had separate rooms, so I don’t know what was going on at that point. But I don’t think George was the kind of guy to cheat on his wife. I think he was dearly in love with Pattie and so I don't think he had any desire to cheat on her.” - Delaney Bramlett, excerpted from the book “All Things Must Pass: The Life of George Harrison” by Marc Shapiro

‘‘She’s an angel’‘- George

‘’I knew there was a bond between them that could never be broken, no matter what happened.’’— Chris O'Dell

“I felt we would always love each other for the rest of our lives. I didn’t see anything final in us splitting up.”- Pattie

“For a long time, I could not talk about Pattie, after she left. But I now admit that I loved her very much and wish her the best’’- George

“I burst into tears when I heard he had died; I felt completely bereft. I couldn’t bear the thought of a world without George. When I left him for Eric, he had said that if things didn’t work out, I could always come to him. It was such a selfless, loving thing to say.”- Pattie

These two are probably my favorite Beatles couple. I know it didn’t work out and they both moved on (which was probably for the best) but there’s no denying that they were important and influential figures in each other lives, and the fact that they remained friends all their lives show how special their love was.

#Pattie Boyd #George Harrison #george x pattie #Beatles

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al-damnvers-spam · 6 years ago

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For your prompts how about an agentreign or agentcorp fic where its like a silly romcom and they just keeping running into each other at random places like coffeeshops and supermarkets and stuff like that and thats how they start dating

This one was so adorable and fun! Thank you for the prompt!

“Yes, I’m on my way to the grocery store. Yes, I’ll get ice cream. And cookies. And– Okay, Kara, that’s way too much. Just… I’ll see you at your place tonight.” Alex said before hanging up the phone. She loved Sister Night, but she hated being the one to get all the snacks. Her phone buzzed with several texts and she quickly looked turned the notifications, only to walk right into someone’s shopping cart.

“Oh, I’m sorry– Lena?” She had to admit she was a little surprised. Lena looked up from the food she was holding and smiled.

“Alex! What a nice surprise to see you here.” Lena smiled in greeting.

“It’s a surprise to see me? I think you’re the more surprising one. Don’t you have people to go shopping for you?” Alex teased.

“Oh, I do. But I thought I’d be a little spontaneous today.”

“And go to the grocery store?”

“Hey, you have no right to tease. Don’t you get takeout every night? I didn’t realize you actually know how to cook.”

Alex blushed slightly. Not at Lena’s remark, but more at the fact that the other woman knew her so well.

“I’m just getting snacks for Sister Night.” She explained with a chuckle.

“Ah, got it.” Lena nodded, glancing over to see what was in the basket Alex was holding. “Sour cream and onion potato chips?”

“It’s a good snack. I still have to get the ice cream and Oreos.”

“How you manage to stay in shape, I’ll never know.” Lena chuckled.

“Killer workouts at the DEO.” Alex replied with a shrug.

“Still impressive.” Lena smiled, making Alex blush slightly. “Now, as much as I love this conversation, I should get going and get some of this food into the freezer before it thaws.”

“See you around, Lena.” Alex chuckled, shaking her head at the strangeness of seeing Lena out in public like this. Oddly enough, it wasn’t the last time. A week later, Alex stumbled into a coffee shop near the DEO after a long day, barely registering that Lena was sitting at a table by the door. She got her coffee and was about to head out when she heard a voice call out to her.

“Alex! Come sit for a moment.”

Alex smiled when she saw it was Lena. Somehow, this was the only person who could make her happy after a day like this one had been. She wandered over and sat down across from her.

“It’s a little late in the day for coffee, isn’t it?” Lena remarked. Alex gestured to the cup in Lena’s hand.

“You’re one to talk.”

“Oh, this is hot chocolate.”

“Really? You didn’t strike me as a hot chocolate person.”

“I’m just full of surprises, Danvers. I can’t tell you all of my secrets, now, can I?” Lena said in a tone that was flirty enough to make Alex nearly choke on her drink.

“No, I suppose not. But I look forward to learning as much about you as I can in the meantime.” Alex replied smoothly. It was now Lena’s turn to blush.

The two sat and talked for a little while, each venting about what a terrible day they’d had. By the time they’d gone their separate ways, Alex was left feeling surprisingly peaceful. How did Lena make her so calm? How was she so damn understanding? And why was Alex blushing at every compliment Lena threw her way?

A few weeks went by without either of them having time to see each other, whether on purpose or by accident. In that time, Alex had gone through all the phases of realizing she had a crush on someone: infatuation, denial, fear, acceptance, denial again, puppy love, and then the distinct fear that Lena couldn’t possibly like her back. With such a lack of communication between them, she wondered if she’d just imagined Lena flirting with her. She discovered a few days later at the DEO that she certainly had not imagined it.

Alex was sitting at her desk, staring blankly at agent reports, when she heard a knock at the door.

“Don’t tell me you just happened to be here.” Alex chuckled when she saw it was Lena, referring to their previous accidental meetings.

“Would believe me if I said that I did? I came by to use some equipment in your labs, ended up chatting with Kara for a bit. She told me you were having a long day, so I thought I’d bring you some fresh coffee.”

“You’re an angel. An absolute angel.” Alex smiled, standing up and gratefully taking the coffee cup from her. “How about, as a thank you, I take you out to dinner after I get done with this?”

“Oh, Alex, you don’t have to do that.”

“I know. But I want to. I really want to take you out, possibly on a date, and this seemed like the perfect excuse.”

“Are you asking me out, Alex?” Lena’s look of surprise made Alex start to panic.

“Well, um, yeah– if you’re okay with that, I mean! I just, I thought you’d been flirting the last few times I saw you and I kinda liked it, so–”

“Woah, Alex, slow down. Take a deep breath.” Lena said, stepping forwards and putting her hands on Alex’s shoulders. “I was flirting with you. You were right. And I’d absolutely love to go on a date with you. I’ll come back around seven? How’s that sound?”

“That sounds perfect.” Alex smiled, glad that one of them was able to stay calm.

When Lena left a few minutes later, Alex couldn’t help but grin to herself. Sure, she had to get back to her work, but at least she had far more motivation to get it done.

#alex danvers #agentcorp #lena luthor

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zoeygreensimblr · 5 years ago

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Wonderland (Episode 53)

"Happy birthday Princess" Angus greeted me the morning of my 19th birthday. He was in the kitchen cooking me pancakes.

"Thank you baby" I say, sliding up next to him and wrapping my arms around him. Angus had taken the day off work to spend with me but he wouldn't let me know what he had planned, "Can I get just one clue of what we are doing today?" I ask him, watching the cheeky smile spread across his face

"We are going to get very dirty" He teases, winking at me, "Eat your breakfast, we've got a big day ahead of us" He places a plate with 3 pancakes in front of me and I drizzle maple syrup all over them and take my plate to the dinning table.

"Is Tess and Brian joining us?" I question him, usually Tess would wake me up on our birthday but I hadn't heard a peep out of her this morning.

"Brian took her out for breakfast but they are meeting up with us for lunch" He explains, sitting himself down at the table with his own stack of pancakes covered in strawberry jam.

"And where exactly will lunch be?" I ask, trying my best to squeeze any information out of him.

"Your breakfast is getting cold Princess" He tells me, ignoring my question while smiling to himself, he loves surprising me. "Pack your swimsuit though" He says and that's the only clue I'm given.

The first surprise on the birthday list is Newcrest Day Spa, a place known for it's luxurious mud baths, yoga, sauna and range of massages, we are greeted by a tall, thin, blonde woman with glowing skin who offers us cucumber water on arrival.

"Good morning Mr McKenzie and Miss Green, my name is Lola, we have you booked in for stone massages at 10am and a mud bath at 11, feel free to join a yoga class or unwind in the sauna, we also offer hand and feet massages." Lola tells us, handing over plush white robes for us to change into, "Down the hall you will find change rooms with lockers, your locker is number 66, and here is your passcode to unlock it" Lola say, handing over a small piece of paper with a four digit code.

Angus and I make our way to the change room where we change out of our clothing and into our swimsuits, wrapping the robes around ourselves.

"How did you get a booking here? I've heard it's booked out months in advance" I ask, amazed.

"The owner is a client at the gym, I had her pull some strings and get us in" He tells me proudly, he knows he's done well, this is nothing like the day spa Tess and I go to for massages in Brindlton Bay.

We make our way upstairs to the massage suite, take off our robes and hand them on a rack then lay face down on the massage tables and wait. Two women enter the suite and introduce themselves as Chloe and Nicole.

"Happy birthday Zoey, ready for your stone massage?" Chloe asks me cheerfully.

"Yes please" I reply, smiling over at Angus.

My hot stone massage leaves me feeling very relaxed and refreshed.

"Please try our lemon, honey and ginger detox tea" Nicole offers us as we are putting our fluffy robes back on, "It helps elevate your body of toxins". We take a cup of tea each, it tastes sweet with a hint of citrus and ginger, drinking it on the way to the bathing room. The mud baths are already set up for us so we, once again remove our robes and climb into the baths.

"So this is what you meant when you said we'd be getting dirty?" I ask Angus, rubbing the green facial mask on my face and placing two slices of cucumber over my eyes, I relax into my bath.

"I did, I just didn't realise what I was getting myself into, I have mud going into every opening" He laughs.

"Thank you Angus, this has been a great surprise" I tell him.

"The day isn't over yet Zoey, you've still got to pick out your present" He says, dropping a clue.

"I have to pick out my own present?" I ask him, confused

"Shhh Zoey, it's relax time, all will be revealed soon" He tells me, laughing to himself.

We finish our mud baths and then take separate showers to clean ourselves off.

"Time for lunch my Birthday Princess" Angus tells me when we meet up in the change room. I'd been eating small meals lately to keep the morning sickness away but today I was craving a juicy cheeseburger.

Next door to the day spa there's a bowling alley and waiting out front is Tess and Brian.

"Happy Birthday Teresa" I exclaim, wrapping my sister in a tight hug.

"Happy Birthday Zo, have you had a good day so far?" Tess asks me and I smile brightly at her.

"Oh yeah, I had a massage and a mud bath, what about you?" I enquire.

"Brian took me out for breakfast with his parents and gave me this beautiful gold locket" Tess tells me excitedly, "What did Angus give you?" she asks me curiously.

"Zoey's gift is coming, I'm taking her to pick it out after we bowl" Angus tells Tess before I get a chance to open my mouth. Tess and I exchange looks but she doesn't say a word, I think she knows what my gift is but she's not going to spoil the surprise.

We enter the bowling alley and get assigned a lane. The lanes are all black with neon lighting up the sides that make the bowling balls glow when you bowl. Angus orders food for our group while Brian enters our names into the computer.

"Brian is a professional bowler, he's even on a team in the league" Tess boasts, she's so proud of her man.

"Meanwhile I may need to put the gutter rails up so my ball doesn't go in the gutter on each throw" I laugh, I always have fun when I bowl but I'm not the most co-ordinated bowler.

"Well since it is your birthday I think that can be arranged" Brian says as he hits the option on the computer.

Angus returns with our table number and a sparkling pink bowling ball.

"For you my Princess" He says, handing me the ball.

We played 3 games of bowling, with Brian winning 2 and Angus winning 1 and even though Tess and I didn't win we still had a blast playing. Angus had ordered cheeseburgers and fries for lunch, he knew I'd been craving it and that it would be a long time before I get to enjoy another cheeseburger again.

"Are you ready for your present now my sweet girl?" Angus asked me after lunch.

"It's been driving me crazy so yes, I'm more than ready" I laugh.

We say goodbye to Tess and Brian and head back towards Brindlton Bay.

"Are you having a good day so far Zoey?" Angus asks me, reaching over and taking my hand

"This has been the best birthday" I tell him, trying to watch where we are driving so I can understand what my present may be, Brindleton Bay isn't really a shopping district, it's just a small town by the water.

"Your parents have something planned for You and Tess later this afternoon and they want to do dinner at the restaurant tonight" He informs me, I knew we would be having a meal at the restaurant at some stage today, it's a birthday tradition.

Angus pulls the car up outside of the Brindleton Bay Animal Shelter and my eyes go wide, now I understand what he meant by me picking my present.

"I'm getting a puppy?" I ask him with absolute joy.

"A puppy or an adult dog, it's up to you, the dogs that are brought here have been mistreated and are looking for a loving home and you've got so much love to give Zoey" Angus says to me, smiling brightly.

We walk into the animal shelter and are greeted by Max, the vet who runs the animal shelter.

"You must be Zoey, happy birthday" Max says, holding out a hand for me to shake, he then leads us through a door where there's about 12 dogs, all separated into pens, some with others, some alone, most of them playing, all except one, a Maltese terrier sitting alone in her pen, she comes up to the side of the pen when she sees us approach and rolls onto her back.

"This is Lily, she was brought in about a week ago, she's very shy and quiet but she loves having her belly rubbed" Max explains, I reach my hand down and rub her tummy as she wiggles around, I notice that she's very under weight for an adult dog though.

"Was she neglected?" I ask Max and he nods his head.

"Unfortunately yes, she's started putting on a bit of weight in the week that we've had her, we've been feeding her small meals of dry and wet food, she wouldn't eat at first but now she can't get enough of it" Max tells us. I look at Angus, he's smiling back at me because he knows that Lily is the one for us.

"We will have to get some dog food and a bed for her to sleep on and a leash so I can walk her every day" I say to Angus, making a list of everything we need for Lily, he crouches down beside me and pats Lily.

"It's all been taken care of Princess, why do you think I got you out of the house so early?" He says, laughing.

We finalise the adoption of Lily and Max places her into a carry cage to take in the car.

"I'd like to make a donation to the shelter as well" Angus tells Max, pulling a cheque from his wallet and handing it over.

"Thank you very much for this, we are a non-for profit organisation and do rely on donations from the community to keep us going, I appreciate your generosity Mr McKenzie" Max says to Angus, shaking his hand.

"Zoey is going to be a vet one day herself and she loves animals so we are happy to help out" Angus says to Max.

As we are driving home from the animal shelter, I can't help but overthink what Angus said to Max about me becoming a vet.

"Do you still believe I can go to Uni this year?" I question him, I honestly thought it was off the cards for me since I found out I was expecting.

"Zoey, becoming a vet is your dream job and I'm going to help you achieve that" He tells me, smiling brightly at me.

"But how? You're going to be doing year 12 yourself this year so you can get into Uni too" I stress.

"Well I've been thinking about that too, I thought I wanted to get a degree but I'm kinda happy where I am in life, I'm training Tess up on how to do all the book work and scheduling and I love being a personal trainer." He says to me, he's willing to sacrifice his own dreams to help me achieve mine but I feel a strong pang of guilt, I don't want him to lose out.

Angus pulls into our driveway and I notice there's a shiny, red car parked out the front of our house, I don't recognise the car as belonging to anyone I know.

"Do we have visitors?" I ask Angus.

"Not that I know of" He replies with a smile spreading across his face, "Why do you ask?"

"The red car, parked out on the curb in front of our house" I tell him as if he didn't see it there too.

"Oh that car, that's yours" He informs me, fishing a key out of his pocket and handing it over to me but I can't accept it.

"No, Angus, this is too much, you can't buy me a car for my birthday" I exclaim but he just laughs, takes my hand and places the key in it.

"Zoey you needed a car and it's nothing too flashy, just a little Honda that will be easy for you to drive, plus you may have appointments for the baby when I'm not home and it will give me peace of mind to know you're safe and not on the murder train" He explains. I lean over and kiss him.

"Thank you baby, I love you so much" I say to him.

Walking into our house is like walking into a puppy wonderland, there's a new dog bed and chew toys, a giant ball, feeding bowl, leash and a dog collar. I place Lily's travel cage on the ground and she slowly steps out, wary of her new surroundings.

"Tess come meet Lily" I call out to my sister who pokes her head out from her room.

"Who is Lily?" She asks me and then she lays eyes on our new housemate and she comes running out from her room and sits on the floor where Lily is, Lily rolls onto her back and Tess knows to rub her belly.

"This is Lily, she's 2 years old, she's a bit shy but loves belly rubs" I tell Tess.

"She's adorable" Tess says as she plays with our new dog, I join them on the floor to play, grabbing the ball and rolling it to Lily who gets it and then takes it to Tess who then rolls it back to Lily who brings it to me.

"She loves to play" Angus remarks as he watches Lily run around between Tess and I. Lily is going to be very loved in our house.

While we were out my Mother had delivered dresses for Tess and I to wear that night, every year on our birthday she buys us a matching outfit but in different colours, this year our outfit was a long, sparkling dress, Tess' was blue and mine was magenta, the dresses were gorgeous but when it came time to putting them on I struggled to zip mine up.

"I've put on weight, I feel so fat" I complained to Angus, giving up and throwing myself down on the bed.

"You're not fat Zoey, you're pregnant, this is all normal" He reassures me, holding out his hands to pull me back off the bed, once on my feet he helps zip up my dress and he manages to get it zipped all the way, "You look beautiful my Princess" He tells me as he kisses my neck softly.

"People will start to notice soon" I fret, I can't keep this secret for much longer.

"Zoey, it's been a month, I think we're good for a little bit longer" He laughs as he takes my hand and spins me around and we dance together in our room.

We arrived at the restaurant just after 6, straight away I notice the 'closed' sign on the door so I knew this wasn't going to be just the usual family birthday dinner. Mum greets us at the door.

"Happy Birthday my beautiful baby girls" She cries as she hugs Tess and I, "And why didn't you tell me Zoey?" She asks me, I feel my heart jump up into my throat.

"Tell you what Mum?" I ask nervously, surely she didn't figure it out already.

"That you got into Brichester, I'm so proud of you" She exclaims excitedly, I had been so sweep up in all the baby drama that I had forgot to even check my results, Mum hands over the acceptance letter she had stashed on the hostess stand.

"I actually forgot to check online" I confess and my Mother just laughs

"Well luckily they send an actual letter of acceptance out and you were granted a full scholarship too" My Mother says, she cant wipe the smile from her face.

"Congratulations Zoey" Tess screams as she throws her arms around me.

"Did you get into Brichester too?" I ask Tess, she hadn't mentioned anything about her results or Uni

"I didn't apply, I decided that Uni wasn't for Me and that I'm going to do some art classes locally while I also run the gym this year" Tess tells me and I'm so happy for her, it took her a long time to figure out what her passion in life was but she was always so good at art and design, "And I got an offer to paint a mural on that giant blank wall in the city, the council saw what I painted at the gym and wants to see more of my art"

"I'm so proud of you too Teresa" My Mother says to my sister, wrapping her in a big hug, "My creative and artistic baby"

Inside the restaurant all our friends are waiting, there's a table at the back full of presents and the dinning area is decorated with balloons and streamers.

"Happy Birthday girls" Cassie says to Tess and I, handing us a glass of champagne each, I look at Tess, knowing I cant drink mine but not wanting to be questioned why.

"Thanks Cass, I'll take Zoey's though because she's driving tonight" Tess says, taking both glasses from Cassie.

"You're driving on your birthday, that seems unfair" Cassie pouts

"I got a new car and wanted to drive" I explain, only half lying. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, luckily I see our food is be brought, "I'm starving, let's eat"

"Don has been preparing this for you all afternoon" Mum says as she places our food in front of us, an appetiser of savoury bacon love petals followed by our main course, sizzled brisket over sour clover salad, I knew Don had been trying out some new, experimental foods to add to his menu, just to keep things fresh and this was delicious, so full of flavour. After dinner Don came out of the kitchen with chocolate sponge cake with blue icing, topped with a "19" candle. When we were kids, Tess would blow out the candles first because she was born 20 minutes before me but as we got older we started blowing them out together, so our wishes would be sent out at the same time.

"Ready Zo?" Tess asks me after everyone has sang Happy Birthday to us

"Yep" I confirm, and together we blow out our candle as our friends and family cheer.

"Happy Birthday my baby girls, nineteen years around the sun and both so beautiful and smart" Our Mother gushes over us, wrapping her arms around both Tess and I.

"We couldn't have gotten this far without you Mum, or Don" I tell her, kissing her on the cheek.

"Thank you girls, I love you both very much" Don says to Tess and I, handing us a knife so we can cut the cake and share the pieces out.

"Did you make a wish" Angus whispers to me as I hand him a piece of cake.

"I did" I tell him, placing my hand on my stomach, "And in 8 months time we will see if it comes true"

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wertdifferenz · 6 years ago

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Lance and Ryan Week - Day 7

21st: Celia Cruz Birthday: Day of Celebration

The final day and my personal favorite day. It falls on the birthday of the afro-Cuban Queen of Salsa. Celia was all about celebrating life despite the pain. This final day, I want us to make it as lively as possible for Ryan and Lance.

Persuading Shiro of letting them reserve one of the lounges for their little get-together is a simple task, especially after Lance found out how easy it is to bribe him with his mother’s food.

Very easy.

Like, seriously, Shiro. Are you starving? You sure you’re okay?

Anyway, the room is set with enough tables and chair for Lance’s whole family and Ryan. It even has a small kitchenette which is separated from the rest of the room by a wall, so they are able to cook there instead of the cafeteria a few halls down.

His mother and sister-in-law used the kitchen to its full extent. Lance isn’t quite sure how they managed to cook a meal that would sate at least three whole families in one afternoon, but they did it.

With a big smile Lance and his brother Marco bring the last few bowls from the fridge to the table. Lance sits down in the free space between his niece and Ryan and nudges his boyfriend in the side. It’s clearly visible that he’s a bit tense. Even though he already met his whole family before, they never sat together like this for a proper dinner, so it is the first time for him to be surrounded by the whole McClain-craziness.

And crazy it is.

Everyone is talking loudly with their neighbor or the person in front of them, as if they don’t see each other every day. Lance is occupied by cutting some meat for his niece, but still answers Veronica who sits a few seats down.

Ryan is quite for some time while Lance’s mother heaves a few spoons of Ropa Vieja on his plate, explaining every little step of preparing the dish to him with a bright smile. Ryan listens diligently, and Lance is happy to see that the topic really seems to interest him.

At first, he wasn’t sure about the idea of inviting Ryan to his family dinner. His boyfriend is usually quiet about his emotions, but for Lance it’s not hard to see that he misses his own family badly. Contact to the rescued base in Jamaica was still infrequent, and the country didn’t manage to rebuild communication with Ryan’s city yet, so the status of his parents was still unclear.

So, yeah. Lance thought about it for quite some time, but in the end his niece took the decision from him by asking Ryan herself. “You’re coming too, right?” she said as she looked up to him with a pout and the sweetest puppy dog eyes.

As if anyone could say ‘no’ to that.

Lance still gave Ryan the chance to decline when they were alone later. But his boyfriend surprised him by taking his hand and tugging him into a hug, giving him a reassuring smile and declaring that he’d love to come as well.

To say Lance is happy about it is an understatement.

Well, here they are, eating their second and third servings and talking loudly. Conversation partners switch from time to time, and Lance finds himself talking to Rachel and Luis about the positions they recently took up as engineer and nursery school teacher, almost the same they did back in Cuba. It’s good to see them content with their job, especially since they’ve been feeling low with nothing to do besides watching Nadia and Sylvio.

A hand sneaks into his own, and with a grin Lance squeezes and receives a squeeze in return. He patiently waits for his sister to finish her story before moving his full attention to his right. Ryan nods towards the kitchen, right when Lance’s mother declares that it’s time for dessert.

“We’re gonna get it, mamá.” Lance says, already jumping up and dragging Ryan with him towards the fridge. He can hear his family chuckle behind him but pays it no mind. With four older siblings he is already used to the whispers and talks and ignoring them.

Only when they’re somewhat out of earshot Lance turns around and faces Ryan with a careful smile. “Are you having fun?”

“Yeah, it’s nice.” Ryan nods, but his smile seems a bit strained.

Lance crooks his head to the side. “Really?”

“Yeah, I-“ He sighs. “I was just thinking that my parents would have enjoyed it as well.”

Lance steps closer to wrap his arms around Ryan’s hips. He’s immediately wrapped into a strong hold himself; Ryan never misses an opportunity to hug him, ever. Lance leans his head against Ryan’s shoulder and sighs against his collarbones. “We’re going to invite them someday.”

Ryan squeezes him lightly and buries his face into Lance’s hair. He takes a few deep breaths before whispering a ‘thank you’ to his forehead, completing the words with a kiss.

Lance smiles into the gesture. Whenever he tries to comfort his boyfriend, Ryan finds a way to make him feel all fluffy and bubbly inside. With a soft chuckle he removes himself from the hug. “Let’s enjoy some dessert.” He turns around and opens the fridge, taking in the two cakes his mother made this afternoon. “We have cheesecake with dulce de leche and with mango.”

Ryan raises his eyebrows. “Mango?”

“Yeah.” Lance grins, knowing exactly how to read the surprise on Ryan’s face. “Mamá made it for you.” He grabs the cake tin and places it in Ryan’s hands.

Ryan stares at the cake for a while before meeting Lance’s eyes again. “I love your mom.”

A laugh erupts from his mouth before he can help himself. “Yeah, I know. She’s the best.” Lance is still chuckling when he gets the second cake tin and closes the fridge. “I might have given her the idea though.”

“I love you, too.” Ryan states with a warm smile that’s heating up Lance’s whole face.

Trying to hide his embarrassing blush he turns around but doesn’t get far when Ryan reaches for his free hand and presses a soft kiss on his wrist. That… yeah. That does things to the butterflies in Lance’s stomach that are really hard to explain.

His cheeks are burning when he manages to find a simple response to that. Lance is careful to not drop the cakes in their hands when he leans up to catch Ryan’s lips with his own. “Love you, too,” he whispers between kisses.

Loud laughter from the living room interrupts them. Lance steps back and regards Ryan with a dreamy smile, enjoying the lovestruck look on his boyfriend’s face for a few moments before tugging him back to the lounge. “Let’s go eat some cake.”

Hand in hand they get back, being welcomed by some whistles from Lance’s brothers that are quickly stopped by a look from his mother. Lance gives the cakes to Veronica and Rachel, who are already waiting with cutting knives in their hand. As soon as everyone is served, unusual quietness falls over the group, as they enjoy the cakes in silence.

After a few moments, when Lance is sure that everyone is fully distracted by their dessert, he grabs Ryan’s hand under the table and gives it another squeeze. Lance is glad that they managed to find together like this, and that Ryan fits perfectly into his big and chaotic family. With the taste of dulce de leche on his tongue and the warm feeling of love in his heart, he wishes that these happy times will never end.

#lance and ryan week #linkade #kinkace #ryance #lyan

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Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it. (drabble meme)

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There were always nightmares, ones that left her shaking and clutching at her sister for comfort. Their mother had said that Kara’s sleep had never been easy, not even when she had been an infant, and recent events had made it even worse.

The women who ran the orphanage where the two girls had been placed were quite clear. Her and Elin were to sleep in separate rooms, both placed with other little girls of their age.

Kara had been given a small blanket and shoved into a room with others her own age. Usually they would steal the blankets of the new children to add to the blankets that covered the few mattresses they all shared, but Kara was given a wide berth, the other girls whispering as she simply curled up in a corner alone and did her best to sleep.

Closing her eyes for a moment she opened them again to fire and screaming, the inferno within their small home leaving her pleasantly warm, even as her clothing began to ignite.

The bed she shared with Elin was empty, but that did not worry her. After all, their home was filled with the smell of a rare treat, and surely her elder sister had awoken to help their mother prepare it. As for the fire, well it was clearly harmless, and all she needed to do was opened the door to let some of the extra heat out so that her family wouldn’t be too warm.

With the burning bits of her blanket wrapped around her for their pleasant warmth Kara skipped into the kitchen, intent on asking their mother what was for dinner. The meat smelled unfamiliar, yet sweet, like it was more delicious than anything she had ever had before…and she wanted nothing more than to know what it was.

Stepping into the kitchen her eyes widened suddenly. Why was her mother on the ground next to the front door coughing, and what had happened to her legs? Dropping the blanket and darting over the delectable scent just got stronger and stronger, until it clung to her hands as she tried to get her mother up so they could go outside and get a breath of fresh night air.

“My room… Get Elin… I’ll be fine.” Was all her mother managed to tell her before Kara opened the door, air flowing in and adding fuel to the fire, that wonderful heat swelling around her as she watched her mother grow still, the scent of cooking meat so much stronger now, and an odd energy flowing from her body to Kara’s.

It was only then that Kara managed to put the pieces together. There was no meat for supper, and somehow the fires that licked at her skin like a friendly puppy wanted to hurt her family. She had to get Elin out, and fast.

Like some sort of soot-covered beast she made her way to the bedroom door, following the sound of coughing even as her own breathing seemed easy. Nothing made sense, but she had to get to her sister before it was too late.

Breaking a fire-covered wall with her fist and stepping through Kara made a beeline to the closet, handprint burning into the door as she opened it, swiftly joining her sister and slamming the door shut and grabbing on to her sister’s arm. Kara knew she couldn’t get Elin out, it was too far, and if mother hadn’t been able to make it to the door Elin wouldn’t be able to make it there either.

Wrapping her arms around her sister and pulling her close even as Elin’s wrist seemed to turn red under her palm Kara squeezed her eyes shut, telling the fire to go away, that it had already taken her mum but it couldn’t take her sister. It wasn’t allowed in the little closet, neither was the heat, or the smoke, and that was the end of the story.

But this time it didn’t work, the fire just laughed at her, told her it couldn’t hurt her but that didn’t mean she could tell it what to do. It would take her sister from her, no matter what.

There was a harsh crack, part of the roof caving in and blocking the door, preventing escape. It could have delayed the fire, had it not already caught the bottom of the thin door, racing upwards and taking hold of the clothing surrounding them. There was nothing Kara could do, but hold her sister until her body turned to ash and try to convince the fire to leave them alone.

Sitting bolt upright with a silent scream on her lips Kara’s hands searched for her sister, mind casting out for the energy that had become so familiar to her. She had to find Elin, had to protect her, and even the locked door would not stop her.

Melting into the shadows of the door seemed like another dream, yet it only took her a single step to reach the next room, closing the distance needed to be able to wrap her arms around her sister, silently sobbing into her nightgown as she clung on like her life depended on it.

#araethi #seeking answers without knives: kara answers #a tale of lightning and knives: drabbles #she could not burn: victorian

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lizartgurl · 6 years ago

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Back To You (Aqualad x OC)

A very self-indulgent AU that is actually great fodder for my muse

@sand-son @betteonit @the-shadow-of-atlantis

PART TWO.

(part one)

Tim and Mara sat on her bed, watching as Emma flitted from one thing to another.

“You sure you don’t want any help?” Mara asked, pointing at the pile spilling out of the one industrial-grade duffel bag she was advised to take.

“I’m fine!” Emma said nervously as she shuffled through the walk-in closet she shared with Mara, trying to decide between two different blue shirts.

Tim sighed, sinking down into the thick down comforters as he rested his laptop on his chest.

“You aren’t trying to see which color Kaldur would like best, are you?” He asked.

“I am not!” Emma insisted. She discarded both shirts and snatched up a pink turtleneck instead.

“Why are you so mad at him?” Mara asked, tossing aside a peach lollipop for a watermelon lollipop on her bag of dum-dums.

Emma didn’t know why the question made her want to laugh.

“Because, Mara, you’ll learn when you’re in a relationship, that there is a certain amount of trust to be expected between partners. And when that trust is broken, you have to question whether that relationship is what you thought it was.”

“Didn’t Rick say he wanted to trust you though?” Tim pointed out.

“Yes, but that’s not the point!” Emma threw a few more pointless items on the pile.

Mara bit into her lollipop, “Then what is?”

“I don’t know!” Emma threw her arms up in the air, sending her pile flying. She fell face-first into her bed with a groan. “Why did I say I’d do this?”

“Because you like Kaldur!” Mara exclaimed, waving her dum-dum like a fairy wand.

“Not anymore, Mara,” Emma muttered into the quilt. Seizing the opportunity, her beloved cat, Justice, leaped onto Emma’s back and curled up, ready to sleep close to his favorite human.

Tim sat up and patted Emma’s head, “But you do still care about him.”

“Well yeah, even if his plan was stupid, he still did a lot to save the world,” Justice hissed irritably as Emma propped herself up on her arms, staring out the window at the gardens of Wayne Manor, green slowly fading to brown already. However cold the New England summers got, Canada was going to be even colder.

“So you do still like him?” Mara waved a cherry lollipop in Emma’s face tauntingly.

Emma snatched it up with a grin for her little sister, “If you say that one more time, I’ll kick you out of my room,” She tickled Mara’s ribs as they both burst into laughter.

“Save me, Tim! Save me!” Mara begged with dramatic flair.

“Okay,” Tim turned his laptop for both of them to see. “By doing research on various areas of Canada, specifically the ones JSA-ers are known to protect, I have put together a list of various things you may need to be able to enjoy yourself while tolerating Kaldur and surviving in the Canadian wilderness.”

Emma stopped tickling Mara and examined the list.

“Tim, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“You can prove it by letting me turn your room into a private study while you’re gone,” Tim sat up tall and folded his arms proudly.

“As if!” Emma shoved the laptop back at him as Mara beaned her brother with a pillow.

“There’s like fifty studies already in the manor! You don’t need another one!”

“Yeah, but they’re too far from my room,” Tim almost whined.

“Do you really want Mara to have free access to all your files and crap?” Emma nodded towards the closet, connecting both girl’s rooms.

Tim sighed in defeat, “You have a point.”

“Just ask Bruce to open up another study! Even if he won’t, Alfred will,” Mara shrugged.

“Okay, but later. Now, we have to go through everything on this list,” Emma said.

Tim and Mara grinned up at her, “Oh, so now you want our help!”

Emma shrugged, sorting her big pile into smaller piles. Satisfied by how calm she was now, Justice settled into her lap. Emma’s heart jolted, and she held her cat very close. She could still remember the day after she got her powers, when Rick came to her with a kitten that Bruce had found in the alleys of Gotham during his nightly patrol.

“Emma?” Mara asked, sliding down to sit next to Emma on the floor.

“You okay?” Tim joined them, shutting his laptop.

Emma let Justice go and sighed. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time she did that today.

“I’m going to miss you guys,” She sighed.

Mara hugged Emma tightly. “If you’re sad about it, and you don’t like Kaldur anymore, then why are you going?”

Emma pulled Tim into the hug. “I made the choice to be a hero a long time ago. To protect others who couldn’t help themselves. Kaldur may be able to protect himself, but after all he’s been through, he’s going to need all the support he can get.”

“What if he has to stay there? Forever?”

Emma stopped in the middle of rolling up one of her graphic t-shirts. “I don’t know, Mara. Maybe after he’s settled in, I’d come back.”

“That’s mean.”

“Look, no one asked you, Tim!” Justice meowed in agreement, and Emma threw one of her old stuffies at Tim. He caught it in his hand.

“Hey, isn’t this the dragon that Kal-”

“Hey guys!” Rick grinned as he leaned against the doorframe. “Are you all having fun without me?”

“Richard!” Mara leaped up to hang off his leg. She loved it whenever Rick came over.

“Can you please tell Emma to stay if she hates Kaldur so much?”

“I don’t hate him...” Emma stammered.

“You act like you do,” Tim snorted.

Emma sighed, “I don’t know what I’m feeling. Everything’s just happened so fast.”

“How are you doing?” Rick asked. He boosted Mara up onto his shoulders.

Emma debated on telling them, but she really shouldn’t be making a big deal out of it if she wasn’t going to need them for the foreseeable future.

“It’s the anxiety. It’s been acting up ever since we took down the Reach.” Rick and Mara nodded understandingly.

“And got Kaldur back?” Tim added insightfully.

Emma sighed, though it came out more like a groan. “I can’t make up my mind about anything, and I feel like I have to make a decision immediately, but I can’t ever decide. I thought maybe getting away from everything would give me time to think.”

“Well, how about you think over a nice, warm dinner of Alfred's?” Rick prompted, making finger guns at the bedroom door, “I'm pretty sure he was making chicken alfredo with pasta in honor of your big mission.”

“Yuck!” Mara mimed barfing.

“Mar, if you get anything in my hair, I will force feed you an entire jar of Alfred's alfredo sauce.” Richard threatened.

Mara screamed and jumped off the bed, running up the hall and down the stairs, Richard hot on her heels.

Shaking their heads, Emma and Tim followed.

With Richard and then Barbara over for dinner, the table was a bit fuller and the entire manor looked a bit brighter than usual. Bruce even talked and laughed a little bit, and he really did try to finish his meal before he finally gave in to the police radio feed coming in through his earpiece. He wanted them to join him as soon as possible.

After dinner was finished and Alfred had made everyone help with clean-up, the others made to follow Bruce to the cave.

“Good luck you guys, watch each other’s backs,” She said, not putting any effort into her encouragement.

“You’re not coming with us?” Mara’s bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

Emma hugged her, “You’re almost twelve now, Mara, you can’t really do puppy-dog eyes anymore.”

The younger girl huffed. “It was worth a try,” She grumbled.

“I’m going to need all my energy for tomorrow,” She did her best to smile.

Barbara hugged her tightly. “Any last words you can give me about the team?”

“Sheesh, Babs, don’t make it sound like I’m dying!” Emma scolded.

“You might as well be,” Rick snickered. Emma punched him in the shoulder.

“Seriously though, everyone’s so different from everyone else. If you respect them and show that you trust them, they’ll do the same for you.” Emma nodded. Richard tugged at his collar, uncomfortable for only a split second.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Babs asked.

Emma really wished people would stop asking her that. She was starting to doubt herself.

Emma nodded, waving them towards the stairwell hidden behind the grandfather clock.

“Someone’s gotta make sure Kaldur doesn’t kill himself trying to uncover another plot to take over the world after he gets cabin fever.”

“Hey, It’s Canada!” Richard grinned at her, “How bad can it be?”

The sun was just barely up when Emma’s alarm clock (and Bruce) woke her up. Justice woke up when the bed shifted, and stayed awake long enough to bop his forehead against Emma’s. She ducked into Mara’s room, lightly kissing the sleeping girl’s forehead in goodbye, and retrieved her duffle from the closet. Even Alfred was still asleep.

“How was it last night?” She asked, getting in tone of the Wayne’s least-conspicuous cars with Bruce.

“Not too bad,” Bruce turned the key in the ignition. “I told Commissioner Gordon that Nightingale is retiring, for now.”

“And what’s Emma Grayson’s story?” They turned on to the long, lonely road, leading towards Gotham. Emma’s home from the majority of her life.

“The paparazzi knows you like to avoid attention, so that should cover it for maybe a month or two. Tim has your instagram programmed to post some faceless photos of you hanging around the manor with him and Mara, and Justice. Then, when everyone starts getting antsy, I’ll send the jet to Uganda and announce that you’re helping with charities there for an indefinite time. They’ll eat it up, and keep your identities separate.”

Emma exhaled. “Sounds good.”

Bruce made a quiet exclamation, remembering something, and retrieved a paper bag from the backseat without taking his eyes off the road.

“Alfred packed that for you and Kaldur. After that runs out, you’re on your own for cooking.”

Emma snorted, “It’s not like I’m as bad as you.”

The jeep picked up speed as they made it through the city and onto onto the bridge connecting Gotham Island to the mainland New Jersey and Bruce almost grinned. “Just don’t burn the house down. It’s hard to come by a good safehouse these days.”

Ignoring the turning in her stomach, Emma examined the bag’s contents, and immediately devoured a cinnamon roll. Infinitely better than the protein bar she planned to settle on for her breakfast.

They drove in silence for an hour, crossing into New York, past the hills, and down an old dirt road deep in the woods. Emma was too nervous to sleep. Could she really do this? After all that had happened, could she stay in the same house as Kaldur for an unspecified amount of time and still stay sane? She wanted to get away and think, and this was the first opportunity that popped up. She wouldn’t have to worry about typical mission stuff, it would be the emotional toll rather than the physical.

“We’re here.” Bruce stopped the car with a jolt that yanked Emma from her thoughts. The car was parked beneath the umbrella of the trees, but just ahead was a clearing, and with the growing daylight, Emma could make out the gray helicopter that was producing the chopping sound that suddenly filled her ears. Bruce grabbed her bag for her, and she shouldered her backpack.

“You’ll promise to take care of Justice, right?” She said before the noise grew too loud.

Bruce sighed, “So long as he doesn’t claw up my good suits, then yes.”

Emma rolled her eyes, “You can just buy fifty more!” She laughed when she saw Bruce’s grin, but that was before the shades came on. Batman in disguise.

She almost didn’t recognize Wildcat without the catsuit. He stood alone with Kaldur next to the helicopter. Bruce handed Emma’s things to Ted, and he tossed them on the helicopter.

“Well, no point waiting around any longer. Come on kids, the sooner you two are hidden away the better,” Ted hopped in the pilot’s seat, and Aqualad glanced at Emma before climbing in one of the other available seats.

“Nightingale,” Batman grabbed her shoulder before she could decide whether or not she really, absolutely, definitely wanted to get in the copter.

“Be careful who you trust. Tell no one who you really are.”

Emma nodded. That much was obvious.

“No cable, no laptop, no phones. Use landline sparingly. No credit cards, either. Don’t use anything that they can use to trace you.”

He handed her a thick, white envelope.

“This is your allowance for the month. We’ll get your next spendings to you eventually.”

Confident he’d finished his lecture, Emma turned to board the helicopter, but he stopped her.

“Emma, remember, this is for Kaldur, not you. If you can’t handle it, you let us know.”

Emma hesitated before nodded.

“I love you, Dad,” She said quietly.

Bruce just nodded. “Stay safe, Emma.”

He had vanished before she even reached the chopper.

#lizart writes #aqualad #kaldur'ahm #aqualad x oc #kaldur imagine #my ocs #nightingale #back to you #kaldur #young justice fanfiction #ey i actually got this up tonight

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