#pairing : ace & isabella .

[prxttythngs]

continued from here for @lvenderrocklnd .

ace waved his hand languidly at her words, a trickle of smoke following his motion as the cigarette seeped the grey stuff into the air. " you don't seem like the kind of girl who actually gives a damn about social status. " the words came out slowly, thoughtfully. " if you did, you wouldn't be caught dead talkin' to me. " a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth at that last utterance, eyes fixed on the girl to ensure he wouldn't miss a second of her reaction.

[animelover28sworld]

I might be making some Disney twisted wonderland incorrect quotes or scenes where MC/Yuu is married to one of the characters and has kids. And this post is going to be about the kids name and who are the parents and how many kids. So kinda like an OCS and head cannons. PT one

MC/Yuu x Ace Trappola- one or two kids if it two kids the oldest would be a girl named Anna May Trappola and the youngest would be a boy name Ethan Ace Trappola. If it's one a boy.

MC/Yuu × Deuce Spade- two kids one boy and one girl. The boy would be the oldest and be named Daniel Gabriel Spade, the girl would be the youngest and be named Gabriella Lynn Spade.

MC/Yuu × Cater Diamond- two kids both girls named Caroline Ann Diamond and Casey Marie Diamond. Caroline is the oldest and Casey is the youngest.

MC/Yuu × Trey Clover- three or two kids. If it's two kids both boys the oldest being named Travis Trey Clover and the youngest being named Nicholas Daniel Clover. If it's three two girls and one boy. The oldest is a girl and is named Taylor Raylynn Clover and the middle will be the boy and be named Travis Trey Clover and the other girl will be the youngest and would be named Kaylee Marie Clover.

MC/Yuu × Riddle Rosehearts. One or two kids. If it's one kid it will be a boy named Noah Davis Rosehearts. If it's two both boys the oldest boy still being named Noah Davis Rosehearts the youngest would be named Isaac Riddle Rosehearts.

MC/Yuu × Jack howl- two kids at the most. Both girls the oldest would be named Jane Daisy Howl and the youngest would be named Hallie Lynn Howl.

MC/Yuu × Ruggie Bucchi- like Jack two kids at the most one girl and one boy. The boy is the oldest and is named Ryan Tripp Bucchi and the youngest is the girl and is named Grace Quinn Bucchi.

MC/Yuu × Leona Kingscholar. One kid no more just one. And it would be a girl named Laura Lynn Kingscholar.

MC/Yuu × Jade leech- two or three, two would probably be twins since twins run in his family both boys named Kyle Adam Leech and Jason Adam Leech. If it's three still twin boys and one girl. The twins will be the oldest and still be named Kyle Adam Leech and Jason Adam Leech the girl will be the youngest and named Hannah Isabella Leech.

MC/Yuu × Floyd Leech- three. One being a pair of girl twins and one being a boy. The twins would be the oldest and would be named Donna Marie Leech and the other twin would be named Leah Marie Leech and the youngest is the boy named Lucas Floyd Leech.

Azul Ashengrotto- two both girls the oldest is named Abigail Elizabeth Ashengrotto and the youngest is named Ashley May Ashengrotto.

Kalim Al- Asim- probably 6 or five kids, yes I know it's a lot but he grew up with tons of brothers and sisters. If it's six kids four girls and two boys, the oldest is one of the girls named Kylie Grace Al- Asim, the second oldest would be one of the boys and named Kayden Isaiah Al- Asim, the third would be the second boy named Kade Adam Al Asim, the fourth would be another girl named Stacey Marie Al Asim, and the youngest two would be girl twins named Star River Al Asim and Treasure Ray Al Asim five kids: two boys and three girls.

Jamil Viper- one or two kids. If it's one it would be a boy named Lucas Benjamin Viper if it's two both girls the oldest girl would be named Jamie Isabella Viper and the youngest named Joanna Marie Viper.

In pt 2 I'll do the others

[moonfurthetemmie]

Hiii I survived the hurricane

We actually got really lucky and the worst part was just power going out for a hot while. But we had enough gas for the backup generator to last us until the power came back, so we were able to plug the main fridge in and some of our window AC units.

In the 21 hours without power or internet I spun some more ideas for the Horror Theater Kid AU

In normal JMV and the normal Theater Kid AU, Obsidian is delighted that the people in Silver’s AU think he’s a god and is like “hell yeah I am! Bring me human sacrifices!!”

or some variation of that. In the theater kid AU Puck helps Lear make a big show about it

In the Horror Theater Kid AU, Gonzalo and Petruccio deny that Gonzalo is a god, but instead insist that they serve a much higher power. They are then called spiritual messengers, and the people gladly give them human sacrifices. Lodovico was not the first, and far from the last. But Gonzalo and Petruccio wanted to see if there was anyone there they could recruit somehow, or try to use to bring even a small bit Yighraru’s essence to their world, so the first few sacrifices were brought to them alive.

Lodovico is the only one who survived. While everyone from their home universe thinks they’re dead, it’s treated more like they were raised to sainthood. A great honor was bestowed upon them. They were taken away alive. They must’ve had something special in them.

So, Lodovico knows about this god shit, but they think it’s just an excuse to do satiate their bloodlust. At most, Gonzalo and Petruccio are completely insane. Their lack of faith is probably one of the reasons they were sacrificed so early on.

Antonio watched his family die. Gonzalo and Petruccio were going to sacrifice him, too, but they saw how much he cared for them while figuring out their plan of attack and decided it would be very entertaining to let him come home just in time for his spouse and child to see him ooonne last time.

He lost his shit. Understandably.

Unlike in normal JMV, Gonzalo and Petruccio weren’t wanting to cause a huge commotion. They didn’t have the resources (namely people) for the kind of display they really wanted to do.

So most of Antonio’s neighbors, who didn’t see Gonzalo and Petruccio and didn’t hear his family scream for help (because they couldn’t. Petruccio made sure of that very quickly), think that Antonio either just fucking snapped, or pissed off someone who was deeply unstable. The fact that Antonio was never seen again isn’t encouraging.

Antonio stays with them because he has nowhere else to go, and is terrified of what they’ll do if he tries to desert. He’s absolutely convinced his neighbors think he killed his family and the thought of trying to go back scared him even more. At least there are some people here who understand, and who are friendly.

Beatrice’s version of Ruby is still dead, but the pair were lured into the woods before Gonzalo and Petruccio tried to kill them. Ruby was caught off-guard, but Bea had a split second warning and managed to defend herself so well that Gonzalo and Petruccio thought she needed to join them. Much like in normal JMV, she wasn’t actually given a choice.

Isabella’s story is mostly the same as the normal theater kid AU. Including the part where only Gonzalo found her. There was a little portal mishap. Petruccio freaked. Gonzalo would’ve freaked but he was too busy being really fucking confused

He would’ve told Bella that she was a friend of his before, but in his distress and confusion he started with a “where the hell am I and who are you”, so. Kinda botched that one. But he still offered a way out of the anti-void, under the condition that she helps him and Petruccio with something. Bella tried to ask what, but she was too anxious to get out of there to really question why Gonzalo was being dodgy about it.

Probably she pissed Petruccio off by calling him a nerd (derogatory) for all the theater stuff and the plays he’s been writing. You do not insult his art. He will fucking get you. Gonzalo wasn’t too happy either.

The fact that Petruccio now asks her for her opinion and to proofread and stuff shows just how much he’s come to trust her now. Or perhaps he’s simply forgotten why they broke her mind. It’s hard to say. Bella certainly doesn’t remember anything about it.

[m323200]

3x01: Seniors

another funny gif

Note: This is Luke, Isabella, and Manny's last year of school in this chapter

Warnings: None, this is like a normal Modern Family episode

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On a sunny August morning, me, Luke, and Manny were standing in front of the gates of our high school, This was our last first day of school. We greeted familiar faces and exchanged hugs with friends we hadn't seen over the summer break.

"Can you believe we're finally seniors?" Luke exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement as he looked around at the bustling campus. Manny nodded enthusiastically, his trademark grin lighting up his face. "It feels like just yesterday we were freshmen." 

I told Manny, "Why would you say that, first years are hard...last years are easy...". He quickly responded, ""Last years are easy", really...we got SAT's, College, and we need our grades to be perfect.!". It sounded like he was stressed, but me and Luke ignored him.

As we made our way to our first class, the teacher announced that we'd be working in pairs for a study session, I exchanged a glance with Luke and Manny, a smile creeping onto my face. 

Being partnered up with my closest friends was a welcome change from the usual routine."Looks like we're partners!," I said, pulling my textbooks closer. 

Manny grinned, leaning back in his chair. "We are going to be the best study group ever!" Luke nodded in agreement, flipping through his notes. "Let's make sure we ace this. Senior year is no time to slack off." I told Luke, "You said that last year and yet you got straight C's...".

As we moved to Chemistry, the teacher told us we had to go over rules for 25 minutes and then we would do something "fun". Luke rolled up his sleeves and started to prepare for boredom. "This class won't be a delight...", Manny complained. 

Apparently it didn't take 25 minutes and it wasn't fun, it took one hour which was the whole class time. The whole class was asleep and when the bell rang, everyone woke up and the teacher said he'd continue tomorrow. Everyone complains as they walk out the door. 

"If we do this tomorrow, I won't stay up and asleep." Manny said. For once Manny hated learning. Luke thought school had never been this boring.

It was now History, we learned more than we did in Chemistry. We learned about civilization and we took a mini-test. Manny got a low score (56%), but he's lucky it's not a grade, it's just to see where you're at. 

Luke got a 87.5%, which is shocking because I thought he would have gotten a 14%. I gotten a 70%, it's a good grade but I thought I did good. Everyone loved this class and surprisingly they can't wait tomorrow.

Ima sum this up, Algebra, boring at the beginning, it was okay when we had the rest of the day to review on what we learned overall in the past years. 

Couple hours later it was Lunch, we have lunch at the end of the day now. Me, Luke, and Manny were eating until Manny had one his moments. "I enjoyed today, I saw a girl, and I think she could be the one!". 

Luke replied and I guess he made a joke, "Didn't you say that like 50 girls ago?" When Luke made that joke, there was three girls walking by. I started to laugh and Manny got pissed at him. 

I eventually told him, "It's fine if you can't find the one, Just look at me and Luke." I instantly regretted saying that after I just heard what I said. My brain still didn't work after one hour of a boring teacher going over rules in a boring class.

It was the end of the day, I felt tired, we all did. I headed to Cam and Mitch's for the night, Cam asked, "How was school, you learned anything?". I told him, "No, it was boring simple stuff surprisingly...". "Well cheer up, other days are better than first and lasts." Mitchell said. 

Until it was 5pm, the whole family planned a dinner, we ate lasagna with potatoes. Joe didn't eat his potatoes because he didn't like them whole, so I decided to smash them into 'mashed potatoes'. He ate them and Luke thought I was great with kids.

Everyone asked how was school...we just said "Don't ask!". 

We are just hoping that the days in the future won't be like today.

-I'm hoping this is a good one

[littlelostmabari]

Complete Fic List

Hi everyone, I'm LittleLostMabari and I write fics for Dragon Age and Baldur's Gate 3. I'm also a fangirl for other things, and I take minific requests / asks!

Find most of these on AO3 @/LittleLostMabari.

(Dividers by cafekitsune)

One of The Good Ones

Fandom: Dragon Age 2 / Dragon Age Inquisition x D&D 5e / Forgotten Realms Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x OC. Background F!Hawke x Anders, Isabella x OC, eventually others. Rating: M (Canon-typical violence & behavior, check tags) Updates on Tuesdays.

To Kirkwall, By Accident (Ch 1-3)

Champion of Men and Druids (Ch 4-7)

Breaking Faith and Other Things (Ch 8-9)

To the Gallows, the Long Way ‘Round (Ch 10-13)

For Want of a Moment's Peace (Ch 14-16)

The End Begins (Ch 17-20)

Injustice (Ch 21-25)

Smaller fics under the cut.

Other Fiction:

Dragon Age

#Veilguard30 Complete Fic List (October 2024) [Rating varies]

DAOWarden!Rook drabble [angst, Rating: T]

Davrin x reader!Rook oneshot [fluff, Rating: T]

Protagonists drabbles (DAO/DA2/DAI)

Baldur's Gate 3

Wine and Kisses [Gale x f!Reader post-game fluff, Rating: T]

Touch of Darkness [Gale x f!Tav angst, Rating: M, Work in Progress]

A Firm Kiss [Gale x gn!Reader, Rating: T (w/ CW)]

BG3 Pride Prompts (June 2024)

Day 4: Eating/Cooking Together [Shadowheart x Halsin x gn!Tav fluff]

Day 9: First Meeting [Wyll x m!Tav fluff]

Day 12: Journey Together [Lae'zel x f!Tav, post-Act 3]

Day 20: Festival [Aro/Ace Tav + Tadfools fluff, post epilogue]

Red Dead Redemption 2

And Death Follows [Arthur x grimreaper!Reader, drabble]

Poetry:

Sweetness of Mortal Love [Gale x Tav, Act 3]

A Worthy Path [Gale x Named!Tav, Act 1]

At the End [Gale x Tav, Act 3]

Tell Me What Happened [Original]

Gifts / Requests:

A Note To Fenris [Fenris x mage!Hawke, Rating: G]

A Firm Kiss [Gale x gn!Reader, Rating: T (w/ CW)]

Not Going to Happen [Cullen x gn!Reader, Rating: T]

[marriagegardenrave]

✨ Aesthetic ✨ the cost of pretty privilege is one that nearly cost Isabella Madrigal her soul, her freedom, her thoughts, and dry up the once bottomless well that became her ❤️‍🩹🐢. The rejection of her idol, Alma, who didn't have the capacity to build up her children or grandchildren. She only had just enough bandwidth to give them a strong foundation of pragmatic moral codes like, "a strong man stands up for himself, a stronger man stands up for others." "Ogres are like onions." Btw, in my head cannon, Donkey is a bi ace icon that gets overwhelmed by choices because you want them all, all at once, all the fucking time, and it will not stop. Ever. The moment more than one person paid attention to him at once, get him all hot and bothered in the emotions, and then FUCKING ABANDONING HIM LIKE TRUE HEARTLESS MONSTERS!!! I WANTED TO HAVE A SEXY BUT NO TOUCHY TIME. MY BOUNDARIES ARE VERY THIN RN FOR THE THIRST TRAP LESBIANS AND THE PHOBIOS, THE PURE FANTACY OF HAVING BOTH OH YOU♠️🫦❤️♠️🫦❤️

You know? Sheldon and Hank Hill are both silent orgasm mains. They are the most sensual people you will ever meet. We've invented so many fantasies of what we want to inflict on each other that we have a hard time deciding which items to choose from. Painters were known as professional sex performers. They chose an outer most boundaries they were willing to go, and let they're hyper fixation set take over, because believe you me, we were traumatized to have an arsenal of pleasures to keep our spirits along the waves of silent suffering. You were waking us up ....... ..............,..

Warning sh. Shutting down.

Survival mode activated

Self care required ....blink..........drink..water 🍉 focus rereads get the fuck up to bed, you gremlin. Focus dear. Shke shke your booty, this doesn't change the fact that you're a child that needs more sleep than me. And yes metalheads are the ultimate bisexual thirst trap: the unicorn of sexuality of try EVERYTHING! The wonderful, most fantastic and heartwarming giving me allllllll the warm fuzzies and is adorable and her full glory cannot be seen fully by weak mortals. People, please read M rated Pride and Prejudice fanfiction I yearn to touch the body of my sexy but distant goddess. Can only touch from a distance watch Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris. I touch her so good with mine eyes I vote that the ultimate sex icon is indeed the dorky romantic. But you weren't interested in him because you're a bunch of sex repulsed gay men, banded together crusader monks with a vendetta against the only kind of sex they ever wanted, and they drove it away by accident by being really picky when it came to only your pairing physically being physically allowed but not emotionally. But we also demand permission every step of the way, to the point of sending down you poor souls into a constant spiral of rejection because you lowki wanted to be violated, a boundary offered for you to symbolically bust down and join in me that I've been afraid of showing anyone. Eye candy is just consuming something that you can't touch but you don't need touch. And that's where Sappho cut off..........OPSappho, where's the essay about a possible new kink. Because only gays could possibly think that hating any kind of sexuality was even a little bit okay. You're the reason whyàhshdhgeg that's not okay. That was toooo far. It's not okay to kink shame, we've been over this. Focus. Bed. Now.

[the-meme-monarch]

sorry I’m not done thinking abt encanto. isabela is ace i think

[juletheghoul]

Into The Dark (Part 1)

I literally cannot be stopped and at this point I'm just accepting the fact that my brain is an asshole.

This is basically a murder mystery with supernatural elements. for the purposes of the story - reader cannot be the usual vague vehicle for projection but I still wanted it to be as inclusive as I could be. If you're not into that - no worries I totally understand - we can still be friends. Hope you enjoy!

Reblogs are appreciated

Pairing: Javier x F!(named)reader / Isabella Gonzalez

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING; readers twin is a missing person / murder victim, grief, language, implied depression, supernatural elements / reader can see ghosts (nothing graphic) slow burn

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Fifteen minutes left

The whole day dragged by, the hands of the clock felt like they were moving at half speed and it always seemed to slow even further when you reach that final stretch. That last hour pulled apart, quadrupled.

The bell above the rusted old door jingled as Tom, the town historian, walked in. He gave you his usual friendly wave before making his way towards the back.

“Made it just in time.” You called out after him as he shuffled as fast as he could to the back of the store towards the pharmacy.

“Yep, came right at closing just to make you miserable dear.” He threw a wink over his shoulder at you and you watched as the pharmacist handed him his meds.

Seven minutes left

Might as well sweep up before I leave.

You grabbed the big broom and got to work, ignoring the eyes that followed you silently.

---

The door was always unlocked as a rule and your mother would hear nothing on the subject no matter how many times you broached it.

It hurt to see the little hope she somehow still managed to carry dim slightly when she saw it was you.

“Come help me with these, Theresa dropped them off this morning.” She was holding a stack of papers, more missing posters, you noted her hands were bone dry, full of paper cuts and fragile. A huge contrast to how you remembered them being as a child, long elegant fingers with perfectly manicured nails - those days were gone. Another thing stolen.

“How is tia Theresa doing?” You hadn’t seen your mothers sister in a few months and you knew why.

“Good, keeping busy.” Ignoring me her curt words seemed to say.

“Where’s dad?” The house was deathly quiet just like it had been for years. No loud music, no sports games blaring from the tv in the living room, no signs of life.

“In the garage.” She said it with a sigh and you didn’t broach that either; emotional landmines were to be dodged at all costs. Instead you studied the missing poster. The girl in the picture was smiling, braces on display. A teenager you could imagine gearing up to start highschool. On the cusp of puberty, boys and gossip- beside it was a composite of what she could look like today and it might as well have been a picture of you.

“Let’s go out and put some posters up before it gets too dark mija.” She was wrapping the cardigan tighter around her middle, eyes shining with manic energy, curly hair more white than the black it had been when you were a child. She was standing off in the corner, ever silent - wearing the same sweatshirt she’d been wearing the last time you saw her alive.

She never said anything, none of them ever did but you saw her staring at your mother and it was on the tip of your tongue.

Let it go mom, she’s dead.

“Mami, maybe we should -“

“Leave the door unlocked, just in case.” She swept past you.

“Yes of course, just in case.” You sighed, following her out the door.

—

He couldn’t help but study the office while the Sheriff read his file. It wasn’t a silence that filled the small building, more so a drone. An amalgamation of different things that contributed to the soundtrack of this space, the ac unit was old and by what he could gather, it was working overtime. There was a muted clicking of a typewriter somewhere, a coffee maker sputtering out a fresh pot. He could make out a clock ticking and the soft voice of the secretary outside taking a call.

The rustle of his file brought his attention back to the Sheriff and Javi watched as the man read all about everything he’d done back in his time chasing Narcos in South America. He could imagine which excerpts were putting that expression on his face and he had to turn away. Instead he noted the nicotine stains on the walls and the faded certifications; the state flag on the desk in front of him.

He could get used to the pace here.

“I gotta say son-“ the older man put down the file on the desk between them, his voice full of apprehension. “You’re qualified to take my position. You sure you want to work here? You could easily get into one of the bigger precincts, Dallas or Austin.” He leaned back slightly, shifting his attention back to him.

“Thank you Sheriff, I could but I think this is more what I’m looking for right now, I need a change of pace and I want to be somewhere I can really focus.” The man watched Javier as he spoke and he knew that although older in years, his eyes were sharp. He was studying Javi like he would a suspect, gauging the truth in his words. He seemed to believe him because after a moment's pause he held out his hand to shake.

“Well, welcome to the Sheriff's office Javier.”

—-

Despite how this whole endeavor was essentially a downgrade, he was eager to start. Colombia had been a rigorous test, a brutal marathon with mortal complications and risks and Javi had had enough. He was ready to throw himself wholeheartedly into this community.

Chucho -his father- although a little shocked, was supportive. The son who had at one time been eager to leave and see more of the world was now just as anxious to come back and work in an even smaller town.

He didn’t expect a particularly big welcome on his first day, and he didn’t get one.

What he did receive was a lukewarm smile from the secretary and some cautious looks from the couple of deputies standing by their desks, steaming cups of coffee in their hands. It was only natural.

Even in small precincts like this there had to be the metaphorical dick-measuring contest. They could have it, he wasn’t interested in competing with these guys. He just wanted to dig in and make a difference, however small it might be.

The sheriff had given him a tiny barebones office where all he had was a telephone, a typewriter and an ashtray.

I could work with this.

“I know it’s probably not what you’re used to.” The older man was standing in the doorway as Javier set his stuff down.

You have no idea what I’m used to.

“But it’s what we have to work with - you’ll find there’s not a whole lot to do. Pretty small town, not much noise. We may get a speeding ticket here and there, drunk and disorderly but aside from that.” He left the rest unsaid, Javier understood.

“It’s perfect, thank you sir.” He was being honest - this is what he wanted. A quiet office, quiet work. The older man inclined his head and turned to leave. “Oh sir - wait. I was thinking about maybe taking a look at anything unsolved? Maybe a fresh pair of eyes could help with anything you might have.” He saw a dark look pass over the sheriff at his request.

I touched a nerve there.

“Oh, well.” He sighed loudly. “Yes - there is a particular case you might want to take a look at.” He gestured for Javi to follow him. “There was an abduction a little over a decade ago, a young girl. Not much to go on - few suspects but nothing concrete. No body was ever found and it’s gone cold.”

Javier listened with a frown as they made their way down the hall to the records room.

“No leads at all?” He reached up to grab the box the Sheriff pointed at.

“No, the suspects were interrogated but there wasn’t enough evidence, too many variables and the DA didn’t want to pursue anything without a body.” Javi could hear the anger in the man's voice, this was something that had been haunting him. “You take a look and I’ll help with whatever you need. Hopefully you’ll have more luck than we have.”

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Javier spent almost his whole first day reading over the case. He was absolutely engrossed. It seemed on the surface to be absolutely solvable.

She had gone missing from what seemed to be a local meeting place for all of the teenagers in town. A quarry just south of the main residential area.

I should go and check it out on my way home.

Her name was Gabriella Gonzalez and she was sixteen when she’d gone missing. There had been an extensive search done of the surrounding area as well as door to door canvassing. There were mentions of the water being dredged but nothing had been found. This girl had disappeared without a trace.

He had to speak to the sheriff about this.

“Sir - I’ve read over the file and I have some questions. Mind if I chew your ear for a few minutes?” He stood at the precipice of the open door - file in hand and he noted the apprehension in the sheriff's face. He definitely took this personally - he imagined it was hard not to in a small town like this.

“Sure - come on in.” He gestured to the chair.

“I can tell this one hurts - what are your thoughts on it? At first I thought it could be solved but the more I read the less sure I am - could this girl be a runaway?” He laid the files out on the sheriff’s desk before lighting up a cigarette.

“I know you’re new so it’s easier for you to be objective but I know this family. These are good salt of the earth people. Gabriella was a great kid - a little bit of a rebellious streak sure but she was at that age. She wasn’t the type of kid to run away. She never would have done that to her parents, and she especially wouldn’t have done that to Isa.” He spoke confidently, booking no argument.

“Isabella, her sister right?” He leafed through the pages as the smoke formed a halo around his head.

“Her twin. They were inseparable, absolutely attached at the hip. She wouldn’t have run away, not without Isa.” He sat back in his chair, hands clasped over his belly. “There were a few suspects, a few characters I didn’t particularly like but not enough to convict. The DA wouldn’t touch this case - too much reasonable doubt and no body.” He was upset and Javier understood why. “The boyfriend for one - he always rubbed me the wrong way but there was a discrepancy with his timeline. There were some kids in the school Gabriella didn’t get along with but they were all solid, everyone was accounted for.”

“You think whoever got to her is in that file?” Javier pointed at the papers with the lit end of his cigarette.

“I think so. We’ve interviewed basically the whole town so unless she was unlucky enough to be taken by a drifter - they’re in that file and we’ve spoken to them before.”

“So not as solvable as I thought.” He crushed the butt end and sighed, gathering up everything as he made his way out. “I still want to try, I’m going to talk to some of these people again - see if I can shake something out.”

“I hope you do, I just ask that you’re gentle with the family - the mother, she’s fragile.” He gave him a look that said she’s broken and although Javier didn’t have children of his own - he couldn't blame her.

“Of course sir.”

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Ten Years Ago

“Isn’t he so cute?” She had hearts in her eyes and you couldn’t help but sigh. You saw him, Jesse - watched him give her a covert glance as he walked by, cigarette tucked behind his ear. She may have been looking at him with rose-coloured glasses but you saw through it all.

“Yeah I guess - everyone says he's an asshole though Gabby maybe you should stay away.” She shoved her gym clothes into your locker - her excuse was that hers was too far to make it in time to her homeroom but you knew better. She just liked lumping herself with you.

“He isn’t though, not when we’re alone. He’s really sweet.” She sighed big. “We’re going to meet up at the quarry this weekend. Just the two of us.” She was floating and it annoyed you, you had a bad feeling about this.

“Let’s go ladies - bell is about to ring.” Mr. Davis was standing just outside the door next to your locker with the usual bored teacher smile.

“Yes sir.” Gabby smiled as she turned to leave. “Don’t tell anyone what I said.” She gave you the look and you rolled your eyes.

“Obviously not.”

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There was a buzz in the school, you felt it when you walked down the hallways and you had a feeling it had to do with Jesse and by extension- Gabby.

She was waiting for you at the entrance to the cafeteria, her brow furrowed as she gestured for you to hurry inside.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” You asked as she practically pulled you towards an empty table.

“I know he likes me, he’s told me he has but he doesn’t want to be together out in the open. Said he doesn’t want the whole school talking about us but he’s sitting with Christina and they look like they’re pretty fucking comfortable.” She gestured subtly to a full table a few rows over.

He was sitting with one of the popular girls and he didn’t seem to mind that she was all over him.

“Gabby, I told you he was bad news. I’m sorry to say it but it seems like he’s stringing you along. Forget that pendejo.” You pulled her away from the table to buy something to eat but she seemed more angry at you than him.

“You don’t understand Isa, he’s different when we’re alone - he talks about how much he hates it here, he makes me laugh.” She was remembering something and you raised your eyebrows.

“If he wanted to be with you, he would. It wouldn’t be a secret and he wouldn’t have to flirt with some girl at school. Whatever his bullshit is, you don’t need it.” You stated your piece and she kept quiet, which you knew meant nothing you said made a difference.

——

Present day

He made it a point to stop at the quarry on his way home, almost missing the turnoff in the process.

He drove slowly through the overgrown road, leaning forward in his seat to focus on the terrain.

Last thing I need is a flat tire.

He parked at a little clearing and made his way down the faint path leading to the water. He noted the torn, faded pieces of caution tape scattered in the dry bushes and it wasn’t long before he was standing at the edge of the water.

He took in his surroundings, the obvious signs of previous visitors. Broken beer bottles and a pit that had at some point held a bonfire. Pieces of wood surrounded it and he could see the appeal of this place for a bunch of teenagers stuck in this town with nothing else to do.

There was a small shrine to the missing girl, weathered teddy bears and sun-bleached pictures nailed to a tree in the periphery.

He studied the site, the messages of love and support. Pleas for her to come home safe and it broke his heart a little. She was just a child.

He did a small circuit of the area, seeing if anything jumped out at him. It was beautiful, but eerie. Maybe it was the knowledge that someone had come here and snatched her away. A place where local kids came to get away from parents and school, and someone had used it as their personal hunting ground. He didn’t want to be here after dark.

He left with a bad taste in his mouth.

—-

The sun was scorching hot, a hot blanket thrown over everything; a mirage vibrating over every inch of pavement and you thanked your lucky stars not for the first time that you didn’t work outdoors.

The store was mostly empty and you busied yourself with reading a magazine. The bell jingled when he walked in and instantly you knew he was law enforcement. He was smiling wide, making his way over to you directly and you knew what this was about.

“Good morning Miss, my name is Javier Peña, I work in the sheriff's office.” He held out his hand and you shook it politely. He was handsome, brown eyes and brown hair, slim with a Burt Reynolds mustache. “I’m looking into Gabriella’s disappearance, and was wondering if I could have a word with you.” He said it clearly and it was hard not to raise your eyebrows at him. “I’ll be at the diner just there, come over and find me when you take your break.”

She hasn’t disappeared. She’s dead.

“Hi Mr. Peña.” You responded hesitantly, a little reluctant to speak about this today. “Sure, it shouldn't be too long, see you in a few.”

“Please, call me Javi, take your time.” He gave you a tight-lipped smile before making his way out.

You watched him go, thinking back to all of the investigators that had come before him. All of them interested in Gabby, all of them giving up quickly.

It was hard to imagine but it seemed hotter than before, you could see the shrubs moving but the breeze that moved through them was scorching. You could hear the air conditioning unit screaming from just outside and although it was nowhere near as cool as you’d hoped - it made a difference.

He was sitting at the far booth, his back to the wall with his sights on the entrance, he wasn’t alone at his booth which would have been news to him. He couldn’t see her, no one could; except you.

He rose when he noticed you, gesturing to the seat across and you sat silently.

“Can I get you something? A coffee?” He gestured to the waitress and she came over with another cup.

“Oh - sure thanks.” You knew the waitress, and she greeted you when she came over to pour you a cup, and to top off his. You smiled and quickly avoided her eyes, no room in your brain for the pity in her expression today. The invisible girl in the booth watched the man with interest, it always surprised you how no one felt it.

“I’m sure I’m not the first person to come asking about your sister, but I plan on really digging in. I’m not going to give you a timeline or a guarantee that I’m going to figure out what happened and bring her home - but I can tell you that I’ll do my absolute best.” He was looking at you intently and it was hard not to tell him he wasn’t the first person to make similar promises.

Everyone gives up in the end. You will too.

“Thanks, I appreciate the effort.” If he heard the doubt in your voice, he didn’t mention it.

“So, I just want to ask you a few questions about Gabriella and the day she disappeared. Just want to get a feel for what happened and make sure these accounts are correct.” He opened up a file and laid it out. “She went missing on Friday, June 5th - 1981 correct?” He was looking at his notes.

“Yes that’s right.”

“Can you tell me what happened in your own words? Just a quick summary of what you remember?”

“Well-” You took a deep breath, avoiding her eyes. “We got up and went to school like always, it was a normal day but she left without me. We were both on the volleyball team but she skipped practise and went home to get ready.” He was watching you intently, his brown eyes intense and focused. “She had secret plans that day - I told the original police officer when my parents reported her missing. She had plans to meet up with Jesse at the quarry - no one knew about it except the three of us as far as I know. Jesse, her and I - I covered for her for a couple of hours knowing she was with him - or so I thought - but when my friend called me saying she saw him at the movie theatre alone I got worried and told my parents.”

“I see, this would be Jesse Garcia correct?” You nodded. “Jesse’s statement says that he was late to the quarry - that he fell asleep after school and when he finally made it there she was already gone.” He read what you imagined was Jesse’s statement.

“Yes, that's what he says.” Her eyes found yours and you ignored them.

“Do you believe him?” His brow was furrowed, the smoke and his thought process evident on his face.

“It’s hard to. My sister was obsessed with him but I don’t think he gave a shit about her, I want to believe he’s telling the truth because he had no reason to hurt her.” You thought about Jesse, he still lived in town and people still whispered about him. It didn’t matter if he did it or not, the town had made up its mind - and according to them he was guilty.

“Do you think she was hiding anything from you?” He asked softly.

“What do you mean?” It was your turn to furrow your brow.

“Do you think there was a chance he might have had a reason to hurt her? Do you think maybe there was something there? They were secretive about their relationship - by all accounts no one knew except the three of you - could she have possibly been pregnant?” His voice was almost a whisper and you knew he was trying not to come off as insensitive. You’d thought about this before, of course she could have been but something told you she wasn’t.

“She would have told me. We told each other absolutely everything - if she had lost her virginity it would have driven her nuts keeping it from me.” You weren’t angry at his question, it made sense.

“Is there anyone else who you think might have had a reason to hurt Gabriella?” He closed up the files before crushing the butt of his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray in front of him.

“No one. We did okay in school in terms of friends, got pretty good grades - we were overall good kids. There was no reason for anyone to kill her.” You finished the last of your coffee. Your break would be over soon.

“What makes you certain she’s dead? Is there even the slightest possibility that she ran away?” He seemed almost hopeful, maybe he thought you’d tell him something no one else knew.

I know she’s dead, because she’s sitting right beside you.

“She’s dead. She wouldn’t have left me behind.”

---

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For that character thing, Phineas from pnf?

Oooh yes I feel like no one ever asks my thoughts on Phineas

How I Feel About This Character:

I don't think anyone can hate Phineas. He's a little bean and I adore him. Overall 10/10, wholesome child.

Romantic Ships:

None. I headcanon Phineas as aro/ace. I used to ship him with Django, and as a queerplatonic relationship I very much still love them together. I just think their artsy/carefree vibes work really well together.

Brotp:

I'm not even gonna count Ferb here bc that's the obvious choice. But I think actually Baljeet. I really love the banter we get between the two of them, and their friendship throughout the series is so fun. Buford and Isabella are close as a tied second.

Unpopular Opinion:

I mean. I think it's already been implied, but I don't ship him and Isabella. For sexuality hc reasons, ofc, but even if I saw Phineas as pan (which he would very much be if he wasn't aro/ace), I wouldn't ship them. I don't think they work well together romantically; their friendship is so much more meaningful to me than their romantic pairing.

One Thing I Wish Would Have Happened:

I wish we could have seen Phineas get genuinely angry at someone aside from Candace or Perry. There were so many situations where it could have happened, and he's such a peaceful character that I think it would have been chilling to see him appropriately pissed at a non-family member. They didn't utilize that aspect of his personality enough; Phineas is loyal to a fault, and if you break that loyalty....watch tf out.

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Life in Quarantine (Part 1) | Owen Patrick Joyner

Summary: A series about being stuck in quarantine with your best friend Owen and trying not to lose your mind over being stuck inside all day every day. 

Pairing: Owen x reader

Warnings: Fluff, minor swearing, lots of singing

Songs used: Don’t Let Go by En Vouque/ Washington on Your Side from Hamilton/ More than Words by Little Mix / Not a Pop Song by Little Mix  -- All credits go to owners of these songs

A/N: I know nothing about songwriting and none of this will probably ever happened in real life, but it just worked for the story, alright? Alright. Enjoy! 

Words: 3,372

Part 1: Not A Pop Song

Norman, Oklahoma. My home town. The place where I was born and raised. The place where I learned how to live and love. Where I learned what heartbreak is. Where I met and lost friends. The town all my most valued memories reside. 

It’s also where I met my best friend, Owen. Our mothers were, and still are, college besties. So, us becoming friends was kind of inevitable. We went through everything together. Kindergarten, Elementary, Middle School and High School. Wherever you saw me, you saw Owen and vice versa. A lot of people often thought we were a couple, but that’s been off the table since day one. In Elementary School, Owen and I made a pact with five different rules to seal our friendship forever. The list only grew as we got older. But here’s the gist: 

1. If one is teased or bullied, the other takes revenge 2. Always sing and dance together whenever one asks, even if you don’t want to 3. Always share cookies 4. Always play together at recess 5. Always sit together at lunch

Then the additions from Middle and High School: 

6. We will never, ever, ever date each other or each other’s siblings 7. Ethan, Evan and Emmy are off limits too 8. Crushes too 9. Always go to Broadway shows together 10. Never lie even if you wanna do it for the right reasons. There is no right reason.  11. Always support each other’s dreams and successes 12. Always hate each other’s exes 13. Always share ice cream 14. Never share our secrets with other 15. Always go to parties together

That last one was added by Owen in senior year of High School when I didn’t want to go to a party since it was my exes party and we’re supposed to hate each other’s exes. But, since he’s been in LA for most of senior year to pursue his acting career, I really couldn’t say no. Him going off to Los Angeles for months, sometimes even longer, started in eighth grade when he landed the role of Crispo Powers in a Nickelodeon show called ‘100 things to do before High School’, which I religiously watched, of course.  Rule 9 tells you to. After High School, the two of us split ways. I headed off to Boston to study at Berklee College of Music to major in songwriting as it’s always been a dream of mine to become a songwriter, while Owen went to LA to further pursue his career in acting. We’ve tried to keep in contact, but daily calls turned into weekly calls turned into monthly calls. Five months in, we just try to at least check in with each other every now and then, which is what works best for our busy schedule. Then December 2018 came and changed my life entirely for the better. The representative of Syco and Columbia records said he was in need of fresh blood to co-write songs with none other than Little Mix on their next album.  They held a competition at Berklee College, and long story short, I won! Yay me. To say I was nervous to write with a girl group I’ve been a fan of since the very beginning is an understatement. But they were so nice to work with. We’d take turns flying to each other’s countries and wrote about five songs together of which only two made it onto the actual album. None of it made much sense to me at the time, it all just seemed like one big dream. Owen was pretty excited about it too. He knew how big a fan I was of the girls. Even though he wasn’t a big fan himself, he still listened to the album, mostly to listen to the songs I’d written. Over FaceTime, we even played a game called ‘Guess what song I’ve written’, and he’d gotten one right. The girls even gave you a full-time job as co-writer on more projects of theirs and even recommended you to other artists. This meant you had to quit college and become a full-time freelance songwriter. Thanks to Little Mix, though, you’ve gotten the nicest people to hire you. Since then, you’ve worked with artists like Meghan Trainor, Bea Miller, Isabella Merced -- who you could gossip with about Owen from her time working with him -- and even Harry Styles. The fifteen-year-old inside you didn’t know what to do with herself when that collaboration happened. But working with all those people also meant I had to move again. This time to Los Angeles. When I told Owen the good news, he immediately suggested you move in with him. It’s the thing you guys said you would do once you got older; get an apartment together. So, it was the only logical move. “Welcome to your new casa!” He said dramatically when leading me into the apartment. The tall white walls and large windows illuminated the entire place with a welcoming feeling. “Let me show you to your room, so you can drop off your excessive luggage and then I’ll give you the tour of the entire space.” I raise an eyebrow at his words. “Bro, I have excessive luggage because I just moved from Boston to freaking LA!” I exclaim, followed by an amused chuckle as I try to push him, but fail since he’s much stronger. From that moment on, I knew moving in with Owen would be the best and worst idea I ever had. 

And speaking of ‘worsts’. From March 2020, the two of us were stuck at home together due to the outbreak of the coronavirus. Just when I was supposed to start working with Little Mix on their new album. I would’ve been in London now, but instead, I’m stuck in LA with my best friend who doesn’t have a job at the moment since he’d just finished filming a new Netflix show called Julie and The Phantoms. What I heard from it this far, it sounds pretty amazing. I even went to Vancouver with Owen for a few weeks. It was a fun trip and gave me some new inspiration for some songs. “Hey, Nugget,” Owen says as he walks into the room we call our studio where I’m working. “I’m kinda in the middle of something, Ace. Can it wait?” I know I shouldn’t work out my frustration on my best friend, but it kind of fell out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “Sorry, Nugget, I’m kinda bored…” I sigh exasperatedly and bob my head to signal his permission to come in. “What are you working on?” he asks as he sits down on the armrest of the armchair I’m sitting on. “This Little Mix song I can’t seem to make work,” I reply and point to the notebook in front of me. “I’ve got a few good lyrics, but the melody seems impossible.” Owen takes the notebook from me and closes it before getting up. “Time for a little break,” he says and goes to sit behind his drum kit. “Guess what song I’m playing,” he then says and starts with the cymbals, then hi-hats and when a beat finally floats through the room, my brain starts to work. This is a game we’ve been playing every time I’m in need of a break or just for fun. We’d take turns in playing a part of a song on our respective instruments and the other has to guess which song it is by singing along. “What’s it gonna be? Cuz I can’t pretend Don’t you wanna be More than friends Hold me tight and don’t let go Don’t let go Have the right to lose control Don’t let go” A smile appears on Owen’s as I get the first song right. He always underestimates my love for girl bands from the 80’s and 90’s. Though, I think he might’ve given me this one because I’m so frustrated from working on that song. “Your turn,” he then says after having hit a couple more toms and cymbals. I think about it for a moment, and then start plucking the sixth string to create a more bassy sound. Owen stares at the guitar for a moment trying to figure out what song I’m playing. Then, his eyes widen as he recognizes the sound. “It must be nice, it must be nice To have Washington on your side It must be nice, it must be nice To have Washington on your side” I let out a loud whoop in excitement, choking the strings to stop the sound. “I still can’t do that rap though!” he actually sounds disappointed in himself. “Washington isn’t gon’ listen to disciplined dissidents This is the difference This kid is out!” I proudly yell out, earning impressed applause from my best friend. The smile on his face warms me up inside. Owen has always had the most beautiful smile, in my opinion. He has one of those smiles that could just instantly make you happy. No matter how bad a day you had. “Very impressive, Nugget,” he replies with a smirk that sends shivers down my spine. Ever since I moved in, he’s gotten more and more flirty with me. I’m not sure if it’s just a change in his personality that he’s acquired in Los Angeles or if it’s something else, but it’s there. Not that I mind. Something has shifted in me too since we moved in together. It’s even gotten me thinking about removing rule number 6 from our pact. “Your turn, Ace,” I quickly change the subject, just so I don’t have to think about him like that too much. Our dynamic as best friends is too good to ruin it all. Twenty years of that is a long time to just throw away like that. “Alright, an easy one,” he says and simply starts stomping the bass pedal to activate his bass drum.  It’s a slow, almost menacing thump that sounds very familiar. A little too familiar. “Oh, I need you more than words can say Oh, You saved me in ways I can’t explain Always been there for me, now I’ll do the same Oh, I need you more than words can say” It’s one of the two songs on Little Mix’s last album that I helped write. The song that means most to me since I wrote it with Owen in mind. It was a period of time where all I wanted was to see Owen and be able to talk to him and just spend time with him like we used to before his whole acting adventure. I think he’ll stop after the chorus, but instead, he picks up his drum sticks and starts playing the rest of the song on his drum kit. Deciding it could be a fun jam session, I start playing the chords on my guitar as well whilst continuing with the lyrics. “Won't forget, won't forget Won't forget when he broke my heart How you helped me through You turned, you turned, you turned a disaster into a dream Gave me the power, made my life brand new When the world try to break us, we found magic And we grew stronger, though every line, line, line Every night, every night, every night I strain and sing the truth Now, now they know that they gonna be alright, alright” The memories of when I wrote this song start slipping through my mind. I remember how alone I felt, even in a room with a dozen other people. I remember how much I missed Owen. “I find peace in every story you told I think of you, I'll never be alone It's true, true, true You know I do, do, do” My eyes lock with Owen for a moment. He shoots me a comforting smile that makes me feel right at home. And I don’t mean here. I mean home as in Norman, Oklahoma. “Oh, I need you more than words can say Oh, you save me in ways that I can't explain Always been there for me, now I'll do the same Oh, I need you more than words can say Oh, I need you more than words can say” We both stop playing and just look at each other for a while. I’ve never told Owen I wrote this song for him, but at the same time, I think he might already know. That doesn’t take away the urge to tell him though. “I wrote that about you when I missed you,” I blurt out without properly thinking about it. “Really?” he asks while coming out from behind his kit. Combing his long, blonde hair back, he makes his way over to me and grabs the guitar from my lap. “Yeah, I thought you’d know?” He chuckles, shaking his head whilst tickling the strings. I’d taught him a couple of songs on the guitar since we started living together. “You write with a lot of people, Nugget. Could’ve just been their words as well....” He isn’t wrong about that. Maybe it was a lot less obvious than I thought it was. “So, what are the guidelines for this one?” he questions. I grab my notebook again and open it on the page I was working on before he fluttered into the studio. “They didn’t want another pop song. Kind of more like a ‘fuck you’ to Simon Cowell for treating them so badly and telling them what to do and what to wear and whatnot,” I explain, showing the few lines I have already. Some of them Jade had sent me, others were Perrie’s, a couple were mine. “What are most pop songs about?” Owen queries. I know he’s trying to help me, but he’s kind of making me nervous with the constant strumming of the guitar. “Songs about falling in love, or drinks and drugs…” I sum up at the top of my mind, “Or heartbreak…” Owen nods his head whilst continuing to play the same few chords over and over again. I focus on the melody for a moment as my creative juices start to work again. “This ain’t another pop song ‘bout falling in love Or a party song ‘bout drinks and drugs No more singing songs ‘bout breaking my heart And my lonely nights dancin’ in the dark” I look up at Owen for validation. Nodding his head encouragingly, he keeps playing the same few chords but a little louder this time to support the flow of my lyrics. “If I’m a guilty pleasure I want this life forever I’ll take it all ‘cause anything is better Than another pop song ‘bout falling in love But if you wanna sing along say ‘I don’t give a fuck!’” Owen starts jumping around excitedly, and I can’t help but laugh at his adorableness. He used to get this excited whenever I sent him a demo of the songs I was working on. “Let’s record a demo!” he exclaims and, after handing me my guitar back, moves towards the recording equipment. “Let’s start with some guitar,” he says and that’s how our recording starts. First, the guitar, then Owen records some drums, and then I get behind the mic to sing the song all by myself. I can just imagine how amazing this’ll sound with the girls’ voices instead of mine. “No broken bottles Or glitter on the floor form the night before Ain’t no boy troubles If that’s what you came here for then you should know” I lapse back into the chorus one last time before we finish recording and put everything together. We listen to it a couple more times before sending it over to Little Mix and their management. Awaiting their answer, we head into the kitchen to make some dinner together. It only takes about half an hour before I get a call from Jade. “This song is epic!” she shouts into my ear before I can even say hello. “Exactly what we needed, Y/N, thank you so much!” I’ve grown accustomed to her thick Geordie accent, though it was hard to understand in the beginning. “Thanks, Jade! Owen helped me out a little,” I reply, looking up at Owen himself who shoots me a wink that sends a rush of heat from my head all the way to my toes. The girls all know about Owen. I’d told them about my best friend and how supportive he was, and they always teased me saying I was so in love with this guy. Which I didn’t realize at the time and always denied. Rule 6 clearly states no dating each other. “Give him a big snog as a thanks then!” Jade jokes, and I can even hear the others in the background. “I’m on Zoom with the girls at the moment. They say hi!” “Hi back!” I can’t stop the giggle from escaping from my lips. “I gotta go, Jade. Thanks for getting back to me about the song. I can’t wait to hear you guys singing it!” Jade snickers on the other side of the line. All while I’m watching Owen make some pasta at the stove. There’s something so attractive about him in the kitchen, I’m not sure what it is. Fuck, Jade is right. I am very much in love with my best friend and there’s nothing I’m going to be able to do about it. Stupid pact we made in the first grade. “We’ll call you later to discuss some more arrangements and stuff. Bye, Y/N!” “Bye, Jade! Bye girls!” I say loudly, knowing I’m probably on speaker phone anyway. “Bye, Y/N!” the girls chorus. I hang up the phone and look at Owen for a few seconds before bursting out into an excited cheer, dancing my way towards him. “They loved it! They loved it! They loved it!” I shout loudly, and cup Owen’s face in my hands before pressing my lips to his in an outburst of elation. I’m surprising yourself at first, but then melt into the familiarity of his embrace as his arms snake around my waist whilst kissing me back. He’s actually kissing me back. “And that’s rule number 6 out the door…” Owen mumbles when he pulls away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have,” I mumble and step away from him, or at least try to. His arms tighten around my waist, restricting me from taking another step. “I’ve been thinking about talking to you about that stupid rule, Nugget. I’ve hated it ever since we were 16.” My eyes widen at his confession. Since we were sixteen? SIXTEEN? That’s four years ago. That’s even long before I realized I felt more for him than just a platonic love. “16? Why didn’t you say anything?!” Owen chuckles, retracting his arms from around my waist and instead tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before placing his hand on my cheek. “You were pretty enamoured with Ryan, remember?” My heart breaks at the mention of the prick’s name. Ryan was my very first heartbreak and the worst at that. Owen was in LA at the time, but when he heard the news, he almost immediately flew back to Norman Oklahoma to comfort me and eat ice cream together. “Besides, I was constantly on the move from LA to Norman, it wouldn’t have been fair to you…” “You’re the sweetest human being alive, Owen Patrick Joyner,” I tell him with a smile tugging at my lips, but then turn serious again as I flick his forehead. He lets out an ‘ow’ and shoots me a confused glare. “And the stupidest! I’ve been in love with you since I don’t know when, but I never realized until now! The girls from Little Mix even knew but I was too oblivious or stubborn to see it myself. If you’d told me, I probably would’ve realized sooner!” “Well… I told you now?” he tries, the cheesiest smile on his face that makes me roll my eyes. “I love you, Ace,” I whisper, “And not the platonic kind this time.” “I love you too, Nugget.” He leans down again after that, reconnecting our lips into a passionate kiss. The first of many. This ought to be a very interesting quarantine together.

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My Rating: 9/10

The Devil is a Part-Timer (2013)

Striking fear into the hearts of mortals, the Demon Lord Satan begins to conquer the land of Ente Isla with his vast demon armies. However, while embarking on this brutal quest to take over the continent, his efforts are foiled by the hero Emilia, forcing Satan to make his swift retreat through a dimensional portal only to land in the human world. Along with his loyal general Alsiel, the demon finds himself stranded in modern-day Tokyo and vows to return and complete his subjugation of Ente Isla—that is, if they can find a way back! Powerless in a world without magic, Satan assumes the guise of a human named Sadao Maou and begins working at MgRonald's—a local fast-food restaurant—to make ends meet. He soon realizes that his goal of conquering Ente Isla is just not enough as he grows determined to climb the corporate ladder and become the ruler of Earth, one satisfied customer at a time!

My Rating: 9/10

The Promised Neverland (2019-Present)

Surrounded by a forest and a gated entrance, the Grace Field House is inhabited by orphans happily living together as one big family, looked after by their "Mama," Isabella. Although they are required to take tests daily, the children are free to spend their time as they see fit, usually playing outside, as long as they do not venture too far from the orphanage—a rule they are expected to follow no matter what. However, all good times must come to an end, as every few months, a child is adopted and sent to live with their new family... never to be heard from again. However, the three oldest siblings have their suspicions about what is actually happening at the orphanage, and they are about to discover the cruel fate that awaits the children living at Grace Field, including the twisted nature of their beloved Mama.

My Rating: 8/10

Toradora (2008-2009)

Ryuuji Takasu is a gentle high school student with a love for housework; but in contrast to his kind nature, he has an intimidating face that often gets him labeled as a delinquent. On the other hand is Taiga Aisaka, a small, doll-like student, who is anything but a cute and fragile girl. Equipped with a wooden katana and feisty personality, Taiga is known throughout the school as the "Palmtop Tiger." One day, an embarrassing mistake causes the two students to cross paths. Ryuuji discovers that Taiga actually has a sweet side: she has a crush on the popular vice president, Yuusaku Kitamura, who happens to be his best friend. But things only get crazier when Ryuuji reveals that he has a crush on Minori Kushieda—Taiga's best friend! Toradora! is a romantic comedy that follows this odd duo as they embark on a quest to help each other with their respective crushes, forming an unlikely alliance in the process.

My Rating: 9/10

Hypnosis Microphone: Division Rap Battle - Rhyme Anima (2020)

In a world overtaken by war and conflict, "Hypnosis Microphones"—devices through which a user channels lyrics that can affect the listener's brain and even cause physical damage—were introduced to the masses by the Party of Words. Revolutionizing warfare, Hypnosis Mics have transformed words and music into the sole weapons used by gangsters, terrorists, and the military, with physical weapons having been banned from use. As a result of swooping in during the chaos, the all-female Party of Words rules over the Japanese government. Women in Japan now live in Chuuouku, while men battle over surrounding territories outside the ward through rap battles. With intentions unknown, the Party of Words begins to gather the former members of the now-disbanded legendary rap crew The Dirty Dawg to fight not for territory or war, but for their respective crew's pride and honor in the greatest rap battle of all time. The first Division Rap Battle is about to commence, and practice isn't something these rappers are going to need.

My Rating: 6/10

Kamisama Kiss (2012)

High schooler Nanami Momozono has quite a few problems of late, beginning with her absentee father being in such extreme debt that they lose everything. Downtrodden and homeless, she runs into a man being harassed by a dog. After helping him, she explains her situation, and to her surprise, he offers her his home in gratitude. But when she discovers that said home is a rundown shrine, she tries to leave; however, she is caught by two shrine spirits and a fox familiar named Tomoe. They mistake her for the man Nanami rescued—the land god of the shrine, Mikage. Realizing that Mikage must have sent her there as a replacement god, Tomoe leaves abruptly, refusing to serve a human. Rather than going back to being homeless, Nanami immerses herself in her divine duties. But if she must keep things running smoothly, she will need the help of a certain hot-headed fox. In her fumbling attempt to seek out Tomoe, she lands in trouble and ends up sealing a contract with him. Now the two must traverse the path of godhood together as god and familiar; but it will not be easy, for new threats arise in the form of a youkai who wants to devour the girl, a snake that wants to marry her, and Nanami's own unexpected feelings for her new familiar.

My Rating: 7/10

My Roommate is a Cat (2019)

Subaru Mikazuki is a 23-year-old mystery novel author, major introvert, and an awkwardly shy person. He would much rather stay home to read a book than go outside and interact with others. Further exacerbating this life of solitude, his parents tragically died in an accident many years ago, leaving him alone in the world. One day, while giving offerings at his parents' grave, Subaru runs into a small black and white cat named Haru, which he ends up taking home with him. Subaru, however, has never taken care of anyone else in his life—can he even take care of a cat? Haru is grateful toward Subaru, as he gives her all the food she wants—a luxury for a cat who is used to a rough life on the streets. But she notices that Subaru can't even seem to take care of himself! Will she be okay with this dunce?

My Rating: 7/10

[keanureevesisbae]

Coach Cavill - Chapter 6

Summary: Henry is driving Amelia and Isabella to school, but at what price? 

Coach!Henry Cavill x Amelia Jung (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: None

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‘That hurts, mom!’

I scoff, as I put in an elastic at the bottom of the braid. ‘You told me you wanted tight Dutch braids, that would sit right the entire day,’ I retort. ‘So now I am making tight Dutch braids that will probably sit right all day and now you are whining about it. You are quite something, miss Isabella Jung.’

Benji pulls his lips in, trying to hold in a laugh, but he fails miserably. ‘Don’t yell at mom,’ he says to his sister. ‘She is just nervous.’

‘How dare you?’ I ask Benji, pointing my index finger at him, ‘insinuating that I’m nervous. I am not nervous. Why on earth do you think I would be nervous?’

‘Because coach Cavill is going to pick you and Isabella up,’ he says, with the biggest duh-face I’ve ever seen, ‘and you chew your cheek as you always do when you’re nervous. Don’t worry, mom, he offered it himself and he likes to do it. I just know that.’

‘Mom is in love,’ Isabella sings.

‘Oh, shut your face,’ I laugh. ‘Benji, you sure you don’t mind that Henry won’t be driving you to school?’

‘I don’t mind. As usual, Lola, Jake and I can drive with Hattie and I don’t mind being here by myself.’

Isabella is giggling and it’s the type of giggle that doesn’t predict anything good. ‘Mom, if Henry and you start dating,’ she starts. See, that’s not anything good and especially not something I want to hear right now.

‘No, no, don’t you dare going there.’

But she will, she always does. Why do I even bother trying to raise this kid? She always goes her own way. ‘Will he become my dad?’

‘No, honey, you already have a dad,’ I say. ‘Can we not discuss this? Please?’

The doorbell rings loudly and I quickly rush to the door, thankful that it interrupted this awkward moment. However, we haven’t finished this conversation properly and I sure hope that Isabella won’t bring it up when Henry joins us.

When I open the door, I can’t help but smile.

Henry looks so handsome. His brown leather jacket hangs open, revealing a black cable knitted sweater, paired with jeans that accentuate every beautiful part of his legs. They are so well shaped, goodness me.

‘Good morning, Amelia.’

‘Good morning, Henry,’ I say, after I recovered from the initial shock of the deepness of his voice. I heard him talk to me yesterday and times we met before, but today it has a bit of a morning rasp to it and it nearly makes me go weak in the knees. ‘Ten minutes early. Fashionably early, I dig it.’

You dig it? Oh my, Amelia, how old are you? I hate myself.

He smiles. ‘I need to make a very good impression on you and the kids and need to make sure that you know you can rely on me,’ he says. ‘Anyway, I brought you a cappuccino, a coffee for Benji and orange juice for Isabella. I hope that’s good.’

‘That’s wonderfully sweet. Please come in.’

Henry steps inside, as he hands me my cappuccino. ‘It is not as great as mine, but the cafe downtown is pretty decent.’ He walks to the kitchen and says: ‘A very good morning to you two.’

‘Coach, my mom is—’

‘This close of grabbing scissors and chopping of your braids,’ I say as I enter the kitchen. ‘And I’ll seriously do it.’

Isabella wants to sulk, but one simple raised eyebrow, is somehow doing wonders, because she keeps quiet. ‘Thank you for the orange juice, coach,’ she says.

‘Yeah, thanks,’ Benji says with a smile, taking a sip of his coffee.

‘Aren’t you a bit too young for coffee, Benji?’ Henry asks.

‘No,’ he mumbles.

‘I get where you are coming from,’ I say, sitting next to Benji, ‘but after his first all nighter, he was addicted and that might’ve been partially my fault. I may have poured him some coffee, because I didn’t want him to start drinking energy drinks.’

‘Benji, my man,’ Henry says, ‘your mom is a smart woman. You should always listen to her, she knows best.’

‘And she is also very pretty,’ Isabella adds and even from the corners of my eyes, I can see the smug grin on her face.

‘Okay, young lady: grab your bag, we’re leaving in three minutes.’

Isabella nods with a cheeky grin on her face, before rushing upstairs.

‘Oh, Henry, before I forget…’ I grab a wrapped up sandwich, throwing it to Henry. ‘Okay, Benji, I wish you all the best of luck on your test. You’re a smart boy, you’ll ace it. Remember K is Potassium.’

‘Good luck, kid,’ Henry says, patting Benji on his shoulder.

Once Isabella finally is ready, we all sit in my car and it’s actually nice to finally not be the driver for once, but a passenger again. When Dean and I were still together, he’d always drive and I actually didn’t mind. I remember when we first started dating. We’d drive off to shore, spend hours on end with our feet in the sand and sneak off to places where no one could find us. In all the years after that, I just got in the passengers seat, out of a habit, but then Dean cheated, I had to buy a car because he took ours and of course I could drive, but it was difficult from time to time, to get used to not being the passenger anymore. Being a passenger reminded me of being loved. Reminded me of being taken care for.

I look to the side, staring at Henry’s beautiful profile, as he looks really good driving my car. Never thought someone like him would look this good in a car that screams “family-car”, considering the truck he drives.  

‘Mom, you are staring at Henry and you always tell me that is very rude.’

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Caught by my own daughter at a moment like this. My heart is painfully pounding in my chest, I can nearly feel the vibrations in my throat. ‘I’m not staring.’

‘Liar liar,’ Isabella starts and somehow Henry catches up and adds: ‘Pants on fire.’

‘I’m not a liar and my pants is no— Okay, okay, I was lying. I was totally staring at Henry, I’m  deeply sorry.’ I take a sip of my cappuccino to focus my thoughts on something else, but nearly choke on it when Isabella says: ‘Mom couldn’t stop smiling when she came home with Benji last night.’

‘Isabella Jung, you are really pushing it right now,’ I say, turning around. ‘Henry, stop the car. Isabella is going to walk to school.’

He already is slowing down, as he has a big grin on his face, but Isabella is quick to respond. ‘No, no, I’ll be good. I don’t want to walk to school. It’s still dark outside and mom, you know I don’t like that.’

‘Then zip it.’

‘Okay,’ she mumbles.

I lean back against the seat and have to use all my willpower to not look to the side again.

‘So, Isabella, what are you doing at school right now, as you have to wait for your classmates?’ Henry asks.

‘Well, normally I would go with Yara to school, so we could play in our classroom before school, but she has to go to the dentist now. She is a little afraid of her dentist, so I promised her that I would be extra nice to her when she comes back. I even brought a little snack for her.’

‘That’s very sweet of you,’ Henry says.

‘Well, nice people do sweet things. Like, you brought us something to drink. That is very sweet.’ Isabella chuckles and adds: ‘Can you do that every morning?’

‘Don’t answer that,’ I tell Henry. ‘Because if you say something that remotely looks like a yes, then this little one will hold you onto that.’

‘Sorry, kid, you heard your mom.’ Henry stops in front of the school and gets out of the car, after he firmly told us to stay put. He walks around and opens my door, as well as Isabella’s door. ‘Ladies,’ he says with a smile.

‘Thank you,’ I say with a chuckle and Isabella holds out her arms. Without thinking twice, Henry carries her out of her car seat and she has a bright smile on her face. I can’t help but be a mom and that role never stops, so I say: ‘What do we say?’

‘Thank you, coach,’ she says, as Henry gently puts her down again. ‘Mom barely carries me.’

‘That’s because you are getting too big for me to carry you on a daily basis,’ I tell her. ‘I mean, I wished you stayed two years old too, but unfortunately, you’re growing.’

Isabella sticks out her tongue.

‘Well, I wish you two all best of luck today,’ Henry says, jokingly pulling one of Isabella’s braids. ‘And what time do you want me here, Amelia?’

‘Four,’ I answer. ‘If that is okay with you.’

‘Of course that’s okay with me. I’ll be here at four. Enjoy your day, ladies!’

✰ ✰ ✰

Something is wrong, I think to myself when I walk out of the school at four. Henry sits on the drivers seat, the door wide open and his feet planted on the curb. He smiles when he sees me, before he gets out of the vehicle to meet me halfway. ‘Allow me, please,’ he says, taking my bags from me. Oh, what a gentleman. ‘Why are you frowning?’

‘Did you wash my car?’ I ask him, as we are nearing the vehicle that is shining like it barely does ever since I bought it.

His cheeks color red, as he stammers: ‘Well, I had some time to kill, so I figured I would go to the car wash. There was like an inch thick layer of sand on the back window.’

‘Don’t expose me like that, Henry Cavill,’ I laugh, as I nudge his side. ‘I can’t believe you did that. How can I pay you back? This all must’ve cost quite a bit.’

Henry shakes his head, as he opens the door on the passengers side for me. ‘Don’t you worry about that one single bit.’

‘Henry,’ I say, as I take a seat, ‘I’m a mother and a teacher. It’s my second nature to worry.’

He chuckles, as he closes the door and walks around the car. ‘Well, I’m serious, you don’t need to worry about it,’ he says to me as he gets in.

‘There has to be something that I can do to pay you back, even if I don’t actually give you money. Come on, I can walk your dog, I can make you more sandwiches, I can do your laundry.’

‘There is absolutely no need for you to do that. Besides, you can barely handle your own laundry, let alone mine.’

‘That is just plain mean,’ I laugh. ‘That was one time.’

‘Sure, it was,’ he teases me. ‘You know what, how about I’ll think of something you can do to pay me back and you will drop this issue, until I bring it up again.’

I can’t help but scoff a little. ‘Fine,’ I say. ‘But you do have to think of something.’

‘Will absolutely do, Amelia. Tell me, how was your day?’

Is this for real? Is he doing the whole domestic husband thing, that Dean stopped doing two years ago, where he asks me how my day went?

I lean back in the passengers seat and say: ‘It was okay. As usual, the little ones are absolutely adorable. Oh, and, I got bombarded with questions, because apparently, we’re on Instagram and the moms of Luna Meadows—single or not—are very jealous of me.’

‘What?’ he asks, visibly confused. ‘I don’t understand.’

‘The pumpkin patch pictures Hattie took of us?’ I try to help him remind and he starts to nod. ‘She posted them on the Instagram account of this town and people saw.’

‘Oh,’ he says, finally catching on. ‘Why are they jealous of you?’

‘No, no, no, no,’ I laugh, ‘don’t play dumb on me now. You know exactly why they are jealous of me.’

Henry shakes his head. ‘I honestly don’t.’

‘Do you not own a mirror? I mean, look at you. You are by far the most handsome man Luna Meadows has ever welcomed and I’m spending time with you.’

‘I highly doubt it,’ Henry says and this is honestly heart warming. Not only is he gorgeous, funny and caring, he is also a very humble man. Besides, he is blushing again and I like seeing a man who has the body of someone who can bend iron, so vulnerable like this.

‘No need for doubt.’ I can’t help but smile.

‘Well, I kinda understand now why every single man was looking at me with a cocked eyebrow and a look of pure jealously. You, Amelia, are the catch here in Luna Meadows.’

‘I’m not.’

‘Oh, so humble.’ Henry starts to laugh and I can’t help but chuckle. ‘Well, despite being the talk of the town, I really like being around you and your family. It all seems so familiar.’

I smile. ‘That means a lot.’

He parks the car next to my place and he tells me to stay put. He walks around the car and helps me out. Without a second thought, he grabs my bags and I say: ‘You know, thanks again for everything you did today for me. It hasn’t really been easy to do some things after the divorce and you just swooping in and doing this, it truly means a lot. It’s nice to not do everything myself for once, you know what I mean?’

‘I know what you mean and it’s not a problem at all,’ he says. ‘Once again, I’m happy to do it. I really have to go, I’m sorry. I have a few things to do.’

‘Don’t apologize,’ I say. ‘I will see you tonight and you have to promise me that you’re going to think about how I can thank you.’ My pointer finger digs into his sweater and he starts to laugh, before promising he will think about it.

‘I’ll see you tonight and say hello to the rest, okay?’

‘Will do.’

✰ ✰ ✰

Benji is in the locker room, changing out of his judogi into his normal clothes. As usual, Henry joins me in the hallway, his shoulder leaning against the wall.

‘So,’ I chuckle, ‘thank you for the lovely cappuccino and I hope you finally figured out what I can do as a thank you.’

‘I thought I told you not to bring it up anymore,’ he says.

‘Oops.’

He laughs. ‘But, I actually thought about it and figured out what you can do.’

‘Enlighten me, mister Cavill.’

‘How about,’ Henry says, ‘you and I go out this Friday? Benji doesn’t have a game, so we both don’t have to get up at an ungodly hour the next day. I can make dinner reservations… If you want  to of course.’

Henry Cavill is asking me out? The most handsome man Luna Meadows has ever is asking me out? I have to stay calm, but my mind is going crazy. Please, whatever you do, just don’t say anything stupid! ‘Of course I want to,’ I say, almost way too eager, but it’s a plus that I said it in a normal order. ‘Oh no, I don’t have anything to wear.’

‘I’m calling bullshit on that one,’ he laughs, ‘but whatever you’d wear, you look beautiful in it.’

‘Stop,’ I chuckle, my cheeks burning up. ‘You know, can you maybe make sure it’s a bit secluded? It’s a small town and people see everything and want to know everything. Also, I don’t want to add anymore fuel to the rumors. Not yet, at least.’

‘Noted,’ he says, ‘something secluded for miss Jung. Any other wishes?’

‘Are you going to wear something formal? If so, should I too?’

‘I was planning on wearing a blouse and some slacks, matching jacket.’

‘You’ve thought about an entire outfit already?’ I smack his arm and add: ‘This is unfair.’

‘I have been thinking about it all day,’ he chuckles.

I can’t hide my surprise. ‘You thought about this all day? Meaning you knew how you wanted me to pay for what you did today when I asked you the first time?’

He rubs his face, before he lets out a nervous laugh. ‘Okay, maybe, but I had to work up the courage to actually ask it.’

‘The tough Henry Cavill was afraid of asking me out? Oh my.’ I use my hand as a fan, before bursting out in laughter. ‘Well, I’ll think about what I wear, but Friday is good.’

‘I’ll pick you up at… Six?’

‘Make that seven,’ I say. ‘Dean is picking up the kids at six and I don’t want to make anything more complicated than it already is.’

‘I totally understand that,’ Henry says. ‘Well, I’ll be there at seven then.’ I see Benji walking up to us and Henry pats him on his shoulder. ‘You did great, bud,’ he says. ‘Can’t wait to see how you’ve improved in the next training.’

‘I’ll watch those clips you told us to watch,’ Benji says, holding out his hand, as an invitation for Henry to participate in their handshake.

After we said our goodbyes to Henry, Benji and I get in the car and when I drove the car off the lot, I ask: ‘Benji, I want your honest opinion about something, okay?’

‘Okay.’

‘If Coach Cavill and I were to go on a date, would you mind?’

‘He asked you out?’ Benji asks, way more excited than I expected him to be. ‘You did say yes, did you?’

This wasn’t the reacting I expected at all. ‘I figure you are okay with it, seeing the enormous grin on your face.’

Benji starts to laugh with me. ‘Of course I’m okay with it, mom. You deserve this and if there is anyone out there in the world that I think is even remotely good enough for you, it’s coach Cavill.’

I actually did the parenting thing really well, I think to myself. ‘So, you really don’t mind?’

‘I don’t, mom, I’m really happy for you.’ Benji places his head on my shoulder as we wait for the traffic light to turn green. ‘You deserve this.’

‘Thank you, sweetheart.’

When we’re back home, I usher Benji to come with me, as we barge into Eve’s house. I see that both Isabella and Yara are still awake and they look busted, as they should, because they shouldn’t be up right now.

‘I can explain,’ Eve begins to defend her choice of leaving these two up, but I don’t give her time to actually explain.

‘I’m going on a date Friday night with the one and only Henry Cavill,’ I say.

‘Shut up,’ Eve says. ‘Oh, honey, I’m so happy for you!’

‘Mom, are you for real?’ Isabella says, running up to me to jump in my arms. I nearly tumble back, but Benji places a hand on my back to give me some support. ‘Can we look for an outfit now? Please?’

‘Not now, because you have to go to bed in ten minutes, but you can definitely help me out,’ I laugh. ‘I think you don’t mind that I’m going on a date?’

‘No, mom, I love it,’ Isabella says. ‘It’s only fair. Now dad has a new girlfriend and you have a boyfriend.’

The girl has a point. ‘Let’s just wait for that date, okay?’

[tooweirdforyou]

Hiya ! My names Isabella and I’d like to have a heart memory with Marco ! I’m a 4’10” tan girl with brown hair and amber eyes ! I’m pretty shy at first but once I become more comfortable around people I open up, but I’m still overall pretty introverted ! I can come across as cold or disinterested at first, but in reality I’m just a softy who’s been hurt in the past so I keep my walls up. I love art and music, I draw/paint, play 4 instruments, and sing, but it’s something very personal to me so only people I really trust and feel comfortable around have heard me play something/sing/paint !

Hi Isabella, thank you for participating! I hope you enjoy! :D though this was plenty info, it was still a bit vague so I hope it’s alright I did headcannons!

CATEGORY : Heart

CHARACTER : Marco the Phoenix

AS tough as it was to get together with Isabella and get her to be comfortable and open up, Marco couldn’t express his overjoyed feelings when he saw just how comfortable she’s become around him.

Now, as everyone may know, Marco tends to be quite stressed everyday, dealing with occasional crew injuries, doing rounds and making sure everything is stocked up and typical other first mate duties.

He needs some sort of relaxation method, which he either doesn’t have or just doesn’t have the time for.

So when Isabella is sitting in his office while he’s going through paperwork, suddenly playing such a soft and gentle tune on her chosen instrument, Marco couldn’t feel any more love and gratitude towards her as he listens intently, feeling more at ease.

His hands write endlessly just as the melody flies into his mind and distracts him enough to allow him to feel serene and calm.

And if it was a really great tune, some might catch him singing, it being quiet and soft but quite amazing!

He won’t sing all the time but he will more often, especially if Isabella feels comfortable singing with him.

If the two sing together often, it becomes a natural habit to start singing when the two are alone, either cuddling or doing their own thing, with or without music.

It’s a lovely duet with the vocals pairing quite incredibly well together.

Of course, there is the one chance that Ace or Thatch or Izo will catch the two of them together singing one day and pleads, mostly Ace, to sing in front of the crew during one of their parties at least.

Can you resist Ace’s puppy eyes?

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A/N ; hi! I deeply apologize if this wasn’t what you wanted or expected but I thought it was cute ;-; it’s currently 3:42 AM too, 😅

[allicekitty13]

Going Down With My Wings On Fire,

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In heaven and the underworld there are rules, one of the most strictly enforced is angels and demons are forbidden to become romantically entangled. Alice and Jasper never had a chance.

Heads up, look alive. The more that I stare into your eyes. The more I get lost in your face; I'm warning you, babe. A red line, danger zone. Point of no return coming real close. Pulling me in, I'm afraid, I'm warning you, babe. -Time Bomb, Walk The Moon

Alice was exasperated; she was passionately in love with an angel of all things. The thought made her feel nauseous until she thought about how simple it was to get lost in Jasper's golden eyes, the sweet taste of his mouth on hers, or how at ease she felt when he held her. Who could have possibly known her direct opposite, a being she was forbidden to love, would be the one to bring comfort to her ancient soul. Alice shook her head, clearing the overwhelming thoughts; those were for later. Right now, she had a bigger problem, Isabella Swan. 

Alice was a swayer for the underworld. When a neutral soul passed away, it was her job to persuade them to spend their eternity in the underworld. Swayers worked in pairs, a demon with an angel attempting to convince the soul to move to the underworld or heaven, respectively. For decades, her partner had been an angel named Rosalie; they made an exceptional pair, having built up an almost tentative friendship. However, Rosalie had recently been promoted and consequently replaced.

Jasper was fresh out of training. He'd shadowed on a few assignments before Rosalie moved on. Still, their first official assignment as a team was Isabella. Jasper's lack of experience dealing directly with mortals, as well as his insistence on doing everything by the book, had initially driven Alice crazy. They had immediately butted heads disagreeing on the best way to inform mortals that they were now, in fact, deceased.

"Bella, it's nice to meet you; my name is Jasper. This is my partner Alice." He gestured to the small demon who sat legs crossed on a table, filing her nails.

"Yeah, um... where am I?" 

"You had an accident, Bella. I'm so sorry."

"An accident, so this is like a hospital."

"No, you fell through a window." He placed a sympathetic hand on Isabella's shoulder.

"Then where am I? What the fuck! If I fell out a dang window, shouldn't I go to the hospital? Who are you, people? What is wrong with you!"

"Ya dead babe, welcome to purgatory," Alice had interjected in a disinterested tone, not even glancing up from her nails to look at the human.

Later that night, they went to a bar in the neutral zone of purgatory for a drink. Jasper chastized her almost immediately after they'd sat down with their drinks, a whiskey on the rocks for Alice, and a glass of champagne for Jasper. He cited the training manual all swayers received, rambling on about how it clearly stated mortals were to be informed about their deaths gently to prevent shock. 

"Fuck the manual," She had laughed. "I've been doing this job for 800 years; you've been at this what? Like two months, you haven't even had your training wheels off for a full day. I think I might have a better idea of how things should be done than you.”

Most jobs lasted a week or two max; Isabella, however, was proving to be difficult. They'd been working on her for two months, both putting forth their best efforts yet neither gaining any ground. 

"See this, Bella," Alice materialized a milkshake. "Get a taste of that."

"It's good; what is it?" 

"Mint Oreo, M&M's Cheesecake. Can't get that in heaven, gluttony is a sin."

It was the third week when Jasper and Alice had crossed the forbidden line. While they had started their partnership at each other's throats at nearly every turn, it didn't take long for them both to become comfortable in the other's presence. Their arguing quickly became snarky flirting, evolving into racing hearts, stolen glances, and feeling that they both tried to bury deep inside, neither succeeding. 

Alice had been going over some paperwork in their shared office after another unsuccessful day of attempting to sway Bella. "You look tense." Jasper had said, leaning over her shoulder to get a look at the report she'd been working on. 

"Of course, I'm tense; this girl needs to pick a side so I can move onto a new assignment... to a new partner."

"You're going to request a different partner... I thought we were really getting along?"

"We might be getting along a bit too well." She smiled up at him, "I'm likely to cross a point of no return if I don't get away from you soon."

"What if..."

"What if what?" She asked, suddenly very aware of how close his face was to her own.

"It goes against all logic, but gods help me, I want to cross that line, Alice."

"Oh... well, in that case." She grinned nervously, moving in as close to him as possible, bumping his nose with her own, their lips mere centimeters apart. "This is your opportunity to cross it." 

This was a cumbersome issue that neither of them knew what to do about. On the one hand, Jasper and Alice both knew they were in love and wanted nothing more in the entire afterlife than to be together. On the other, relationships between angels and demons were expressly forbidden. It was one of the very few cardinal rules strictly enforced by both sides. They usually skirted around the topic enjoying secret dinners, Netflix nights, and sleepovers at Alice's apartment in the underworld. Alice had dared broach the subject on one occasion.

Laying in bed, Alice was playing gently with Jasper's golden curls; she'd felt insecure for a few days. At this point, she was head over heels in love with the angel and had begun to worry he didn't reciprocate her feelings as intensely. After all, they were in an insane situation committing a crime that no one had dared touch in all the history of the universe. "Jazz?" 

"Hmm," He hummed, content from next to her, eyes closed as he relaxed with a serene smile on his face, enjoying the feeling of her pressed against his side." 

"I don't want to push you away, but... this can't end well. I would understand if you don't want to do this anymore." She held in a breath waiting for him to respond, terrified that he would take her up on the offer to flee. She was terrified of the consequences should they, inevitably, be found out. The offer was her last hail mary before falling too deep to escape. 

"Alice," Jasper chuckled, pulling her closer to him and planting a kiss on her head. "I think we're both fully aware of the dangers here. There is nothing anyone could do that would get me to leave your side." 

"Aren't you afraid?" 

"Of course, I'm afraid. But you're worth it."

This left the duo in the present, with two problems: a secret forbidden relationship and an extremely difficult mortal.

"Bella, you need to choose." Alice sighed in annoyance, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Yeah, here's the thing. Heaven and hell both sound like great options, but you two are better than Netflix." She leaned back in the chair, placing her hands behind her head. "Gotta say, I kinda ship it."

"What is ship it?" Jasper asked with a tilt of the head.

"Bella thinks we should fuck."

"Well, I'm fairly certain you already have if blondie's blush is any indication." 

"You can't stay in purgatory forever, Ms. Swan." Jasper ignored Bella's transparent attempt to distract them from the issue at hand. 

"But, you're both such good salespeople." Bella spun around in her chair. "The bitchy pixie says I can enjoy whatever I want down in Hell."

"The underworld," Alice corrected.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. I can enjoy anything I want that isn't inherently pure, but I have to be tortured twice a day. So like, pretty similar to earth. Sounds great, but been there done that ya know."

"There are no puppies in the underworld; your file says you love puppies." Jasper prodded.

"Yeah, I was getting to that, McCherub. You tell me how heaven is super lit, as long as you're cool with living the rest of eternity without any of the sinny things. Does the fate of my literal eternity come down to puppies versus milkshakes?"

"Well, I did try to tell you that heaven is a bit too great. Think about it; the bad makes the good worthwhile. You'll get tired of having everything you want all the time forever. I know you watched 'The Good Place' Bella; I also read your file. They hit the nail on the head with what heaven is like. What's a little torture if it means actually enjoying those milkshakes. What good are all those puppies if you become so numb to joy you can't appreciate them? The puppies deserve better than that Bella; the puppies deserve enthusiastic adoration!" 

"Yeah... but torture doesn't exactly sound fun, my dude." 

Jasper and Alice exchanged a look of shared exasperation, "How about we pick this back up tomorrow." Alice suggested, redirecting her attention back to Bella. She snapped her fingers, not giving her a chance to protest transporting the annoying brunette back to her quarters. With a long tired sigh, she propped herself up on the table Bella had been sitting behind just moments before, rubbing tiredly at her eyes. 

"Are we sure she's a neutral soul? Because I swear to gods, that girl is an ace candidate for the underworld."

"Alice," Jasper chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, peppering loving kisses along the side of her face. "We've been over this; she falls absolutely within the karma range for a neutral soul."

"Maybe we should bring in a third party? I wonder if Rosalie would be willing to come down for like a day... she was always so good at this."

"Wouldn't that tip the scales in my favor?"

"I honestly don't care at this point; I just want her to move on to an afterlife, any afterlife." 

Jasper was about to respond that they should go back to her apartment for a 'movie' when the door opened and in stepped James, Alice's boss. This was very unfortunate as Alice was still sat on the desk, Jasper standing between her legs. His arms were still embracing her, and he'd chosen that moment to press a kiss to her jawline. 

"Oh... Oh my, gods." James gawked at the pair in such a compromising position, jaw agape. The couple stared back at him, eyes wide frozen in terror. James eventually shook his head, bolting from the room, leaving the door wide open. Curious onlookers peeked inside, wanting to see what had shocked the notorious demon. James had run for the guard, a group of only the most skilled angels and demons. Their job was to enforce the laws of the afterlife. 

"Fuck." Alice gasped softly. The condemned couple stayed in that position, holding each other tightly, savoring what they both knew would be their last moments together. Undeterred by the gathering crowd at the door, they were doomed now regardless of who saw.

"I love you, Alice." He had whispered into her ear, a private sentiment meant only for her. The clock was ticking as everyone in the office heard the sound of hurried footsteps making their way down the hallway. The guard was on their way.

"I know." Alice choked out, clutching onto him with all of her strength, wanting to be as close as inhumanly possible in their final moments. She sobbed openly into his chest as he rubbed little circles on her back with his thumb, his face buried in her hair. "Aren't you supposed to tell me it'll be okay? Isn't that what angels do?" 

The guard was only a few doors down now. "I care too much to lie to you." Those were the last words he would ever say to her. The guard had finally arrived. 

Alice and Jasper were pulled apart and carried away by the masked enforcers of the law. They were dropped unceremoniously in the great hall. The highest-ranking angels and demons lined the left and right sides of the room, respectively. At the head of the hall, on two thrones, sat the kings of the afterlife. Carlisle, who ruled over heaven, sat kinglike in his elaborate chair. Aro, whose domain was the depths of the underworld, leaned casually against his own.

"My dear Alice," Aro stood, striding over to stand in front of her, making tsk sounds as he walked. "One of my best agents. A pity, honestly, to lose someone so very talented over a silly tryst with an angel. Wouldn't you agree?" Aro looked over to the demons gathered in witness, all of whom nodded in agreement. He placed one hand on her shoulder and bent his head down to look her in the eyes. "I'd like to give you a choice, and please do think it over very carefully. Cut him down where he stands, or endure the very... creative punishment I've devised just for you."

"I refuse." Alice held her ground unblinking with staggering confidence that sent a chill down Jasper's spine. If they weren't both about to face the infamous punishments of the gods, he might have found the display to be an extreme turn on. "If he goes down, I do too. I will not betray the one I love." 

"Then, so be it." Aro flicked his hand at her; she was immediately engulfed in flame moments later, only ash remained where she had stood just moments before. 

"Au revoir, Carlisle." Aro nodded in the direction of the other god. "Until next time." With a snap of his fingers, he, with his entourage, disappeared in a plume of smoke, leaving Jasper alone with Carlisle and the angels.

"Jasper, my child." Carlisle remained seated, hands knitted together as he looked down at the disgraced angel before him. "Have you anything to say for yourself?"

"I love her." The simple response held an enormity of weight that echoed Alice's statement. Carlisle needn't offer him an opportunity for redemption; he would choose to go down with the demon who'd captivated his heart every time.

"You'll have to be punished."

"I don't regret a thing. I never will, no matter what my punishment may be."

Carlisle shook his head slowly, offering nothing in response; with a flick of the god's hand, Jasper's wings began to burn away, the ground beneath him opened up, and he began to fall.

[reverienne]

Get to know me tag

Tagged by @bitchesofostwick​ (thank you so much, Isabella!).

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better (Wait, how many?!).

Name/Nickname: my name is Karolina, but online friends often call me Reverienne (Rev or Reva for short).

Gender: I didn't take that "Which Harry Styles' song is your gender?" uquiz so I guess I'll never know. ^^'

Star sign: Gemini.

Height: 5 ft. 7.7 in.

Time: 00:40 CET.

Birthday: 18th of June.

Favourite bands: Rosenstolz, ABBA, Boney M.

Favourite solo artists: Caro Emerald, Jovanotti, Alvaro Soler.

Song stuck in my head: Madsen - Lass die Musik an.

Last movie: What We Do In The Shadows (2014).

Last show: What We Do In The Shadows as well.

When did you create this blog: May of 2012.

What do I post: Star Wars, cartoons, never-truly-dormant old interests, linguistics, fashion, landscapes and recently a bit of anime (and Ace Attorney).

Last thing googled: low energy lighbulbs (not for the reasons you may think of).

Do I get asks: not really so when I actually do, it makes them even more special! :)

Why I chose my url: it was my nickname on WinxBlogger. I liked it a lot and thought it would look nice as a Tumblr url.

Following: 14.

Followers: 218 (but I wouldn't be surprised if there were three or four bots among them).

Average hours of sleep: I don't want to know.

Lucky number: 2.

Instruments: when I was a kid, I could play one (1) song on a kids electronic piano keyboard rather smoothly if I may say so myself. 8)

What am I wearing: a white vest and a pair of black and white leggins with a winter pattern.

Dream job: a professor, hopefully.

Dream trip: ITALYITALYITALY.

Last book I read: Lisek Gon i inne baśnie by Nankichi Niimi, translated by Joanna Zakrzewska.

Favourite food: pizza, potato pancakes with goulash, krokiety.

Favourite song: currently it's probably Mia. - Tanz der Moleküle.

Top three fictional universes: a superb match of magic and technology; a group of friends fighting side by side with their "monsters", but they're never fighting just for fighting's sake and there's some symbolism to it; there's a secret (and truly) magical community in our world that's accessible only to those who wield magic. No, I’m not going to name any names here.

Tagging @crinuyi, @czandziowata, @etoilebinaire, @jaynefray, @visionmarred and whoever wants to do it! No pressure, of course.

[xxrainbow-princessxx]

Perfect - Leo x Isabella ❤️

A fluffy, sweet little story for these two. Doing something for someone doesn’t need to be extravagant - it’s always the thought that counts.

Tagging: @lorirwritesfanfic @rainbowsinthestorm @i-am-liam-rhys @drakewalkerfantasy @desireepow-1986​

“Mmmm... that’s it...” Isabella purred, biting down on her rosy red bottom lip, “Oh...” she whispered as she closed her big doe like brown eyes allowing the feeling to rush down her spine igniting all the nerves in her body sending a shiver down her back, the tingling aftershocks made her contently smile. As Leo presses a little harder, Isabella’s body contorted in response to his touch as a gentle moan escaped her lips, “Sí...mi amor... right...there...” Leo licked his lips with a mischievous glint in his eye, before he leaned his body closer to hers. Isabella’s warm, soft, olive sun kissed skin felt warm against his bare chest. Delicately tucking a loose curl of hair behind her ear, Leo whispered to her whilst he began to chuckle, “You’re enjoying this far too much kitten...”

Isabella moved her neck slightly to the left as she felt the tips of Leo’s fingers dance across the sides of her neck, gently kneading the muscles to help her headache and to release the stress she held in her shoulders. Isabella inhaled deeply as she felt his thumbs massage into her shoulder blades and his lips slowly leaving a trail down the side of her neck. Her dark chocolate brown eyes rolled in ecstasy, groaning, “This is better than sex...” Isabella was fourteen weeks pregnant and she felt uncomfortable; falling pregnant before her Coronation was not ideal, but when would be the right time? The added stress from her changing body and trying to run a country at the same time certainly was not helping.

The tabloids hounded her and her changing frame, writing stories about a Royal divorce on the cards as she didn’t conform to what they expected her to be. The water of the bath lapped around them both as Leo wrapped his arms around his petite wife’s waist as Isabella stared out of the panoramic view from the master bathroom watching the stars twinkling against the Cordonian midnight blue sky. Leo’s lips kissed along her shoulder before resting his head upon it before kissing her cheek gently. A smile slowly grew across his face as he finally felt Isabella relax into him whilst his hands caressed her growing bump. Leo cleared his throat, in hushed tones he spoke gently to her, “I have a little surprise for you beautiful, if you feel up to it?”

Isabella pulled herself forward, the bun that concealed her long cascading curls grazed Leo’s face as she turned to look at him, her dark arched brow raised, “Huh?” Until she had realised what happened, watching him squint causing the petite Queen to giggle, “I... I am so sorry...” her hand reached out gently caressing his cheek before Isabella’s lips met Leo’s. “A surprise...” Isabella grinned before finally bursting into laughter, “Last time you gave me a surprise...” she rubbed her stomach gently, “This happened...” Leo began to smirk reminding himself of that night, “Need I remind you my darling wife... you definitely weren’t complaining then...”

He began to chuckle, “Come on you...” as Leo handed her a towel, “Go get dressed...” Isabella looked puzzled as she stood up, wrapping the large towel around herself, “How dressed?” Leo didn’t want to ruin the surprise as he began to laugh, running his fingers through his wet sandy blonde hair, “I don’t care if you just wear your pyjamas and slippers; it’s not a big deal...” holding onto her towel tightly, Isabella smirked as she leaned down giving Leo another kiss until she felt Leo tug at her towel, “Hurry up or...” his sea green eyes twinkled with longing, “I’ll just have to have my way with you first...” Isabella pulled back her towel from his grip before stepping out,. She looked over her shoulder at him, her bright white smile showing as she scrunched up her nose, “Is that a promise...?” before winking at him, “Give me 10 minutes...” Leo lay back with a sly grin across his face as he watched the Laurentian brunette prance off to get changed. Ten minutes had passed before Leo had any intention of getting out of the warm, soothing bath before getting dressed into a pair of jeans and an old AC/DC tee and still Isabella wasn’t ready - not that anyone would be surprised as she stood pouting as she attempted to find something to wear.

Forty minutes later and after a few changes, Isabella found herself wearing a black cotton camisole dress, a denim jacket and a pair of Chanel wedges as Leo sat on the edge of the bed patiently waiting. His sea green eyes brightened as he saw her and rising to his feet, Leo extended out his arm to his petite, pregnant wife escorting her out towards the Cordonian Palace’s gardens. Underneath the cool, starry sky, the fairy lights twinkled against the leaves and branches; lanterns lit up the cooling evening. The fire pit smouldered, heating the surrounding cushioned loungers. Isabella cuddled up onto the lounger as Leo finished setting up the projector.

Handing Isabella a cup of cocoa from the thermos beside them. Isabella’s eyes widened in delight as she took a deep breath in before tasting the warm liquid. She closed her eyes, smiling, as the warm chocolate soothed her soul. Sighing, the petite brunette rolled her eyes to the left towards her husband, “Hana Lee made this...” Leo put his arm around her, smugly smiling as he chuckled, “Yeah the guys helped me out when you were off for a nap earlier...” He picked up a light comforter, wrapping it around them both as they watched Isabella’s favourite film, The Notebook together. Did Leo care having to sit through a chick flick? No. He secretly loved them, but he loved her more. Whatever made Isabella happy, he would bend over backwards to accommodate. Even if that meant he had to stealthily wipe away a few tears and clear his throat by the end.

As the film ended, Leo smiled as he brought himself to his feet. Isabella looked at him confused as he bowed in front of her. Leo extended his hand towards Isabella as he winked at the brunette, “Dance with me?” Puzzled, the petite Monarch cautiously agreed, her dark chocolate brown eyes narrowing as she tried to put the pieces together. Why was he doing this? What was he planning? Isabella’s long eyelashes fluttered as Leo placed one of his hands onto her lower back and the other held Isabella’s hand in his gently. Leo began to hum a familiar tune whilst Isabella placed her head against his chest listening to Leo’s strong, steady heartbeat. As they began to sway, Leo kissed the crown of her head before he quietly began to sing to her...

...I found a love for me

Darling just dive right in

And follow my lead

Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet

I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love...

The dulcet tones of Leo’s baritone voice made Isabella want to melt into his strong, muscular arms. My all means, his singing voice wasn’t loud, nor was it meant to be. It was quiet, peaceful and for them only.

...We are still kids, but we're so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we'll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I'll be your man

I see my future in your eyes...

Isabella didn’t dare interrupt him as they both swayed backwards and forwards amongst the glittering fairy lights and the stars flickering above them in the Cordonian night sky. It had been a long time since she had heard him singing to her; the Cordonian Prince’s voice was heavenly to her ears. They both had been together for so long, it was times like this where they both could step away from the crazy world they lived in to be ‘normal’.

....Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

I don't deserve this

You look perfect... tonight...

As they separated, Leo gently tilted Isabella’s chin upwards as he grinned towards her. His sea green eyes were filled with love and wonder. Leo loved that girl with his very being and opened up his heart to her. She was his and he, hers. Cupping her delicate heart shaped face gently, Leo placed a gentle, lingering kiss upon her pouting lips leaving the Laurentian beauty breathless. Every time Leo caught those sultry dark eyes staring at him, he fell more and more in love and each time he never thought it could be possible to love her more than he did.

Isabella began to grin, her bright endearing smile lit up as her eyes narrowed, “This was a really nice surprise...” she began to whisper, “Thank you... but...” her brow arched slightly, “How did you know I liked that song?” Leo began to laugh, running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair, “You mightn’t notice it... but you’re always singing it to yourself kitten...” Isabella began to blush, she knew she couldn’t carry a note but Leo didn’t care. Placing another kiss on her forehead as he wrapped his arm around her waist, “You are my everything Bella... and the next few months are going to be crazy so I wanted to do something that was just us...” Isabella rest her head against Leo’s bicep, wrapping her arm around his, “This was perfect...”