#spain family reunion

[teecupangel]

What if desmond was reborn as the 5th auditore child? Like he was just a baby/toddler when the auditore were executed

Hey, nonny.

We can make Desmond be born on March 13, 1476 so he would only be months old when the Auditores are executed.

Wanna fuck with Desmond and the Auditores some more?

What if we keep Maria’s mental state after the execution and make her believe that the baby in her arms is Petruccio.

The only person who could remind her that she was holding and caring for her fifth child was Claudia and it was becoming harder and harder for her to keep trying to stay strong when her mother treating Desmond as Petruccio makes her think that she’s in the past and asking when her husband would be back or if Federico and Ezio be back from playing outside.

The final nail in the coffin is that Maria mistook Claudia as someone else, maybe an older sister that was already dead or even her old nanny who died when Petruccio was just born.

Ezio saw what was happening and pushed Claudia to managing Monteriggioni to keep her from spiraling.

It becomes apparent that Maria sees Giovanni in Ezio and Mario tells him that it might be better if they slowly separate Maria from Desmond.

It’s not doing either of them any good and making Desmond replace Petruccio was a fate that no child should ever shoulder.

So Ezio pretends to be Giovanni taking Petruccio for walks and tries to be there for his younger brother.

But being an Assassin made it hard for him to return home frequently.

He tries his best and he knows Claudia also tries to make their younger brother understand that they don’t see him as a replacement and that their mother is simply… confused at the moment.

That’s how Desmond grew up, pretending to be Petruccio when he’s with Maria Auditore.

Mario trained him while Ezio was running around but he couldn’t leave Monteriggioni because Maria starts to ask where Petruccio is whenever she doesn’t see Desmond for a few hours.

Ezio went to Firenze after journeying to Spain (and got entangled with Bonfire of the Vanities) when Maria finally realized that Desmond isn’t Petruccio. To be more exact, Desmond had turned 21 and Maria cried as she remembered that Petruccio would have never grown as old as Desmond.

At that point, Maria’s relationship with her youngest child was strained by her own guilt and grief while Desmond just accepted it because he loved Maria and a part of him believed that he should have done something more (even if he was still a baby, guilt does not care about one’s age)

Desmond starts doing Assassin work as well but goes rogue for a few months, returning with the remaining seals for Altaïr’s statue.

Desmond takes the armor for himself and just shrugged it off as Ezio’s birthday present or something equally unimportant and Ezio returned to Monteriggioni with… well…

A very awkward family reunion, that’s for sure.

So many things have happened at that point and, as much as he is happy to see his mother healing, he feels guilty for not being there for Desmond who just shrugs it off and tells him “I understand.”

“I understand.”

That was the worst phrase Ezio heard.

He kept hearing it from his younger brother.

At first he was relieved that his brother understood.

Then he realized that the phrase meant more than that to Desmond.

It was a resignation to his current situation.

And Ezio wasn’t really in the best place himself.

He was still grieving the death of Cristina who died while Ezio was in Firenze for Savonarola and his men so there was also a bit of guilt there.

So Mario suggested Ezio takes Desmond to the Vatican with him as a ‘trainee’ and Ezio agreed.

He tells Desmond that he never wanted him to be an Assassin, that he hoped he was the only one who had to carry the blood that drenched the Auditores’ blade.

Desmond just stares at him and goes…

“I understand.”

And Ezio knew that he failed being a brother to his youngest in this bloody path of vengeance he had taken.

[bosbas]

Chapter 7: something gave you the nerve to touch my hand

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pairing: colin bridgerton x enemy!fem!reader WC: 3.4k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, a small part of the dialogue is in Spanish, idiots in love-ish moments (maybe idiots in non-hate?)

Summary: It took precisely two days in England for you to utterly despise Colin Bridgerton. It took him approximately twelve hours after that to hate you right back. But he doesn't care that you're the only person in the ton who doesn't like him. You're set to marry someone else anyway, right?

June 1, 1816 – A few whispers have been floating around about Lord Arthur Barlow’s whereabouts following his escapade with Miss Barrington at the Bridgerton ball, but this author must sadly say that she has no credible information on the subject. The Duke has likely paid his staff handsomely to avoid any news reaching the curious ears of the ton, much to our disappointment. While propriety suggests that his wedding plans to Miss Barrington should be in full swing, Lord Barlow is not particularly known for his propriety, and therefore we cannot assume anything.

Among other Montclair-related news, two of the Count’s children arrived in London yesterday: Lord Philippe Montclair IV and Lady Isabelle de la Torre, accompanied by their respective spouses and children. Is this unexpected gathering somehow linked to Lady Y/N's recent entanglement in scandal, or is it merely a coincidental family reunion?

You wrung your hands nervously in your carriage bound for Hyde Park, not quite able to sit still. Beside you sat Leonor, Philippe's wife, while your sisters, sitting opposite from you, observed your anxious demeanor with growing impatience. Isabelle, in particular, seemed annoyed by your restless gestures, her irritation palpable in the air.

“Y/N, for heaven's sake, it’s not like you’ve been compromised in any way!” said Isabelle, exasperated. “You’ll find someone else, and the Duke’s betrayal will be but a distant memory.”

It was easy for her to say; after all, her own search for a husband had been nothing short of a fairy tale. Unlike the rest of your siblings, Isabelle had had a love match from the beginning, and it only made it easier that Carlos, her now-husband, had strong ties to the royal family. Though her love story had been one for the ages, the fact that it had happened so easily was making her quite unsympathetic to your loss of a Duke you weren’t even properly interested in. 

“I might as well have been! Lady Whistledown is still mentioning my involvement in the scandal, and your presence isn’t helping.” You thanked the universe that your mother was on another carriage with Louis, Carlos, and Philippe, and hadn’t heard you being rude toward your sister.

"And why should we care about the musings of this Lady Whistledown?" retorted Isabelle with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“These English people treat that gossip column like gospel,” said Charlotte, crinkling her nose in disdain. “Though I dare say, Y/N, your predicament isn't as dire as you're painting it," she added, casting you a knowing glance.

"You two can afford to be cavalier about it, being safely married," you sighed, feeling defeated, and turned your gaze back out the window.

As your carriage rolled into the park, Leonor leaned in, placing her hand over yours. “No te preocupes, cariño,” she whispered reassuringly, so only you could hear (Don’t worry, sweetheart). “En todo caso, te vienes a España con tu hermano y conmigo” (In any case, you can come to Spain with your brother and me).

You smiled at her, resigned, but grateful for her offer. As you surveyed the bustling crowd outside, predominantly comprised of eligible men, the allure of Spain beckoned. It would certainly have better weather than London. And at least there was no Lady Whistledown in Salamanca. Though with the seemingly endless sources the woman had, you wouldn’t doubt her abilities to follow you there, too.

Stepping down from your carriage and walking toward the crowd of people in the park, you made eye contact with one of the gentlemen who had called on you yesterday. Though his poem had nearly put you to sleep, you smiled politely anyway. Perhaps he would be the first to talk to you today and ask for a turn about the park, and you would be able to finally relax in the knowledge that at least one person was still interested in you.

Though you hadn’t seen or heard from Lord Barlow since the Bridgerton ball, he still lingered in your mind. He ended up being just like any other man, you thought, annoyed. You hadn’t necessarily expected him to be the picture of attentiveness and love, especially not when you had only known each other a little over a month, but it was still disappointing to see how it had all turned out. 

"Lady Montclair," a voice interjected, drawing your attention to your right. Startled, you turned to see Colin Bridgerton, sporting an uncharacteristically earnest smile.

“Mr. Bridgerton?” you inquired. 

You had thought your dance two nights prior had been a one-time event, a small courtesy on his part, for Eloise, so you didn’t look a complete fool upon your re-entry to society. So why was he here now? Had he come here to resume tormenting you? You weren’t quite sure you had the energy for that today, already feeling the familiar flutter of nerves as you thought about how many men you would have to impress and the intense scrutiny you would face from the rest of the ton.

“Would you care for a promenade?” his voice, a gentle invitation, broke through your thoughts.

“A prom- What?” you said lowly, careful that no one would hear you. “You already danced with me once, and it was more than enough,” you assured him. 

Colin was fighting an internal battle. He was torn between still being absolutely enchanted by you after one dance, and the larger part of him that was annoyed that you apparently didn’t want to speak with him today. Yet, true to form, Colin’s more combative side won out.  

“Well, I don’t particularly see gentlemen lining up to speak with you today, so I rather think you might need some more help,” he shot back. 

You felt your face flush as you gasped in offense. “That is so patronizing. I’ve barely been here three seconds! I hardly think that amount of time is indicative of whether any suitors would like to speak with me today.”

It was true; Colin had rushed to greet you moments after you had stepped down from your carriage. But aside from the fact that he was embarrassed by his eagerness and trying to cover it up, he was not about to let up, not against you. 

“Do you think, for once in your life, you could engage with me without throwing a fit?” he asked you, anger seeping into his words. 

You were speechless, your eyes wide as you stared at him. Your instinct would have been to get mad at him, but unfortunately, he was right. You were struggling to let yourself be vulnerable with Colin, never mind how good of a time you had had dancing with him. But you were too stubborn to accept his offer to walk with him. You simply stared at him, your eyes swimming with uncertainty, and silently willed him to keep pushing you to accept his help. It was the only way you would allow yourself to do it, and you were relieved when he held out his arm for you to take.

“Come along,” he said, rolling his eyes. “For both our sakes, we should just walk to avoid a scene.”

“Very well, then,” you relented, slipping your hand into the crook of his elbow. You were momentarily distracted by the feeling of his arm beneath your touch. It lit a fire inside of you that you weren’t familiar with, and you suddenly found yourself out of breath. 

“My sister can chaperone,” he suggested, gently guiding you toward where his family was situated. 

You could only nod dumbly in response, the flutters in your lower abdomen only growing stronger when he placed his hand over yours. Vaguely registering Daphne and Simon waving at you, you smiled and greeted them, grateful to have something else to focus on that wasn't Mr. Bridgerton's very well-sculpted arms. 

As you began to stroll, the Bassets a few paces behind you, you felt that your voice was stable enough to begin a conversation. “So, Mr. Bridgerton, indulge my curiosity and tell me more about your travels. Have you ever been lost at sea?”

Colin smiled at you, unable to hold back his fondness for you once again, and his breath was stolen from his lips as he made eye contact with you. You looked back eagerly, staring straight into him, and he was momentarily speechless. But you blinked, indicating that you were still awaiting a response, and he realized he had forgotten himself once again in your presence, an alarmingly increasing trend. 

After clearing his throat, Colin answered, “A few times, yes. Most unfortunate was the time we became lost in the twilight hours when it was freezing out, but the stars proved an exceptionally useful tool in helping us find our way.”

“The stars?” you asked, curious. Could it be that you and Colin had yet another thing in common? It was hard to parse who he had been with you the past few days with the man you had a rivalry with practically from the moment you arrived in England. Who was the real Colin?

“Yes, indeed,” affirmed Colin, his voice revealing a hint of excitement. “They’re actually quite a useful tool. Regardless of our whereabouts, we look at the same constellations, albeit from differing vantage points. For instance, if you look up at the sky any of these nights, and you see three stars close together arranged in a line, that’s-”

“Orion’s belt,” you finished for him, your voice soft. Then, seeing his amused, and admittedly curious, smile, you explained, “My governess used to take me outside at night, even in the winter, so I could look at the stars. I know a fair few constellations, and I always like to know which ones are visible to me.”

Colin shook his head in wonder. The universe was a cruel thing, to make you so perfectly suited to him and make you hate him more than you hated, apparently, anyone or anything else. But it wasn’t like he liked you any better, he reasoned.

“I’d wager you’d be a wonderful navigator, then,” he said. “I’m certain you’d never get lost in treacherous waters.” He had to physically bite his tongue to keep from suggesting that you go with him on his next trip around the world. 

You hummed softly in response. It never quite felt like you had a grip on where you were going. Usually, you just felt like you were groping around in the dark, desperately trying to find the right way to go. 

The promenade stretched on longer than anticipated, with both of you engaging in pleasant conversation throughout, and more than a few stolen glances. It was a shock, really, when Daphne cleared her throat politely behind you and Colin. You suddenly realized that you and Colin had been walking together for longer than was typically appropriate. 

“It might be time for Lady Montclair to promenade with someone else,” she suggested gently, a sympathetic smile on her face as she looked at Colin's crestfallen face. Turning away from you, she leaned over and whispered something unintelligible to Simon as the pair walked away back toward the rest of the Bridgertons, allowing you and Colin a few moments of privacy.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him, finding yourself slightly disappointed that your time together was ending. “I’m not quite sure I would have needed your saving again, but I appreciate it nonetheless.”

Suddenly, you noticed a piece of lint on the lapel of Colin’s jacket. You reached over, almost instinctively, and picked it off. Your fingers barely grazed his chest, and his words caught in his throat as he saw your hand reach toward his chest in slow motion. 

The two of you stood still, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity, one of your hands still extended toward him. Realizing your actions necessitated an explanation, you hurriedly brought your hand back to your side again and averted your gaze, avoiding eye contact with Colin.

“Lint,” you explained awkwardly. “On your coat.”

Oh, how could you have done something so brash? And in such a public setting, too, you scolded yourself. 

“I-Th-Well, I-Thank you, Lady Montclair,” Colin stuttered out, his brain short-circuiting from your intimate gesture. But you were already walking away, fists clenched at your sides as he saw you walking back to your family. 

Once more, you were intercepted by what could only be described as a horde of men vying for your favor. But, just like two nights prior, all Colin could feel was a pleasant warmth spreading through him as he watched you walk away, your laughter ringing like music in his ears. 

He knew what that was like now. To have you genuinely laugh at something he said. And it was different from how you were with these men. Even different from how you had been with the Duke. His heart warmed when he realized he had something of you that no one else did, and he wanted to bottle up your laugh and keep it in his breast pocket, forever a reminder of you near his heart.

A short distance away, Carlos observed with amusement as Colin stood there, seemingly transfixed by your departure. Standing beside him was Leonor, who had also been privy to the entire spectacle. The two often found themselves together during family outings, enjoying speaking in Spanish for a change. 

“La ama,” Carlos said to Leonor, his tone tinged with amusement at Colin's evident infatuation (He loves her).

Suppressing a chuckle, Leonor discreetly cleared her throat. “Y cuanto tiempo crees que será hasta que se de cuenta?” she quipped in response (And how long do you think it'll be until he realizes?).

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In the late afternoon, you found yourself seated by the pianoforte, the pleasant notes of your scales filling the room. Across from you, your mother quietly engrossed herself in a book, while Isabelle diligently worked on her needlepoint. Suddenly, the tranquil atmosphere of your sitting room was disrupted as your butler made an unexpected entrance. 

“Lady Montclair, a visitor,” he said politely, bowing slightly. 

Your fingers stopped playing and you looked toward your mother, who had a questioning look on her face. 

“I hadn’t been expecting anyone. And at this hour? Is everything alright?” she asked the butler. 

His face flushed slightly. “My apologies, I meant Lady Y/N Montclair,” he corrected himself. “It’s the Duke.”

But he barely had time to announce your visitor before Lord Barlow strode into your sitting room, hair disheveled and bags under his eyes. He looked positively ghastly, and you wouldn’t have doubted it if he told you he hadn’t slept in a week. 

He was panting and slightly sweaty, clearly having rushed over to your home for some unknown reason, when he took off his hat and crouched next to the pianoforte bench.

“Forgive me,” he addressed the other women in the room. Then, turning back to you, he roughly grasped your hand, placing a wet kiss on the back of it. You slightly cringed in disgust, not particularly wanting this man anywhere near you.

“Y/N, my darling, I am so terribly sorry for what happened at the Bridgerton ball. It was unforgivable. Except that you must forgive me!” he pleaded, voice full of desperation.

You were utterly confused, and more than a little angry. Who did this man think he was, barging into your home at this hour and demanding forgiveness? You shared a look with your mother, who looked equally as scandalized. 

“Lord Bar-” you started, but before you could finish, he interrupted you, grasping your hand even tighter.

“No! Not Lord Barlow. Arthur. Your Arthur. It’s me; I’m here. What happened with Miss Barrington was a foolish mistake, and it will never happen again. Marry me, Y/N. Marry me and make me the happiest man in all of Mayfair. In all of England, even. Please,” he begged. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Leonor leaving the room quietly, and your stomach churned uncomfortably at the idea of having to face this man on your own. You breathed deeply, calming yourself with the thought that your mother remained in the room before you addressed Lord Barlow. 

“I don’t understand,” you said, shaking your head. “What of Miss Barrington? She will be ruined if you do not marry her.”

He scoffed, throwing his head back and shaking his head in annoyance. “What of her? She is not as important to me as you are,” he said lowly. “I do not have with her what I have with you. I need you, Y/N. Please marry me.”

Letting the anger that had been slowly bubbling inside you take over, you snatched your hand out of his grip and stood up, towering over him. “Are you quite finished? You are completely unbelievable. I will not marry you, your Grace, and it is egregious that you would even suggest it. Do you truly have so little respect for Miss Barlow that you would leave her, ruined, as you married someone else? Do you truly think so lowly of me that you thought I would say yes?”

“Barlow, take your leave,” came a commanding voice from the doorway before the Duke could respond to you. 

With a surge of relief, you caught sight of Louis and Philippe standing firm with Leonor at their side, their expressions firm and determined, while she was looking anxiously between you and Lord Barlow. 

But the Duke was relentless, his desperation palpable as he pleaded his case, his words brimming with urgency. He stood up from where he had been kneeling and turned to face your brothers. "You don’t understand. I must marry your sister. I must!"

“I believe my brother asked you to take your leave, your Grace,” said Philippe, voice cold and cutting. “Louis, if you could be so kind as to escort Lord Barlow out.”  

Louis wasted no time, roughly grabbing Barlow’s arm and dragging him away from you as the man protested profusely. But your brother wasn’t going to let him hurt you again. It was bad enough that he had already done it once, but Louis would rather come to blows right now in your home than let the Duke stand in your presence for another second.

As Louis ushered Lord Barlow out of your sitting room, Philippe placed a protective hand in front of Leonor and pulled her behind him. Ensuring his wife’s safety, he turned to you, a concerned expression on his face.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

But you didn’t have time to answer, your father storming into the room with fury in his eyes.

“Was that Barlow I saw in the hall? Can someone give me an explanation?" he demanded, his gaze fixed on your stricken expression.

Your voice trembled as you confessed, still reeling from the shock of the encounter. "He asked me to marry him," you admitted, the words hanging heavily in the air. 

“She said no, of course. And put him in his place,” your mother added, eyes wide and fixed on the doorway still. It seemed that Lord Barlow’s unexpected appearance had been an unwelcome shock for her, too.

Your father placed his hands on his hips, staring at the two of you in disbelief. “Well done,” he finally conceded after a few moments of silence. 

You nodded meekly in response, not quite feeling anything right at this minute. 

“He is not worthy of you, Y/N. A title and fortune are important, of course, but so is honor. And he clearly has none,” said your father, disgust clear in his voice.

You’d heard this speech a million times, but this time the words rang loudly in your ears. A title and fortune are important, his words echoed in your mind. It was what your father always said, but this time you couldn’t help thinking: Colin Bridgerton, whom you had developed an inexplicable fondness for, possessed neither title nor fortune.

But as quickly as the doubt arose, you cast it aside. You reminded yourself firmly that Colin was not the sort of man a Montclair could marry. The reality was stark, and you refused to entertain the notion that such a match could ever be possible. You weren’t even sure that you liked the man, why were you thinking of marrying him?

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[captainshindo]

I thought of something…

╰┈➤ 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢

Childhood friend! (F) Reader x Sae Itoshi

TW: divorced parents for reader, Angst to fluff, NOT proofread (wrote this on my phone :/)

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Being childhood friends with the Itoshi brothers had its ups and downs, especially with Sae. When he returned from Spain, you ran to him for comfort due to family affairs that left you feeling depressed and isolated. However, the reunion took an unexpected turn as Sae pushed you and Rin away, leaving your relationships strained.

Years later, you're now a college student, working hard to reach your dreams while continuing to struggle with family issues. Meanwhile, your parents try their best to keep the family together for your sake.

As Sae returns to Japan for a brief vacation, he discovers that a different family now occupies the house across from his, where you and your family used to live. Mama Itoshi, fills him in on the situation, explaining that your family is going through a tough time, living separately but not yet divorced. She expresses sympathy for you, as their family has always considered you like one of their own, often inviting you to spend time with them or join them for dinner, especially since their sons are busy with soccer.

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Just as Sae was about to head out for practice, the door burst open and you stumbled in, drenched from the rain and visibly distraught. Your eyes welled up with tears as you awkwardly asked if Sae's mom was home, but he explained that she was out grocery shopping. However, his dad, who had been watching from the hallway, immediately sensed your distress and approached you.

After you shared the devastating news that your parents' divorce was finalized, Sae's dad attempted to comfort you, acknowledging that his wife, Mama Itoshi, was better equipped to handle emotional situations. He gave you space while Sae, noticing your distress, suggested you talk in his room, offering a listening ear and a safe space to express yourself.

You follow Sae to his bedroom, feeling a mix of emotions as you worry about getting the bed soaked.

“Don’t worry about. I can change it later.”

Sae reassures you as he nods his head to you scanning your red face before looking away. dropping down his bag to the floor.

You collapse onto the bed, and a fresh wave of tears overwhelms you as you recount how everything went wrong. Sae, not one for comforting words, instead offers a gentle, soothing presence. He sits on the edge of the bed, cradling your cheeks in his palms, and carefully brushes away the strands of hair clinging to your face. His thumb tenderly wipes away your tears, prompting you to sit up and lean into his touch. As you do, Sae leans in, his nose gently rubbing against yours, his palm still cupping your cheek. He pulls the blanket up to envelop you, holding you close as his room becomes a sanctuary filled with the sound of your tears.

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Mama I’ve never written sht in my entire life:/ I’m not writer I be just pouring what I yapped in my head. Don’t go after me now🧍🏻‍♀️Anyway, I’m too lazy to check any mistakes act like you don’t see that. I’m supposed to be studying right now but I chose to slack off cause I can’t lock in at all

[skywalker1dream]

Title: reconnecting

Max verstappen x reader

Summary: Years after drifting apart from childhood best friend Max Verstappen, you find yourself unexpectedly reunited during a family-planned summer holiday in Spain. Despite your initial reluctance to join, you discover that old bonds can reignite in the most unexpected ways.

Warning: none?

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The sun was setting over the picturesque Spanish coast, casting a golden glow over the sprawling summer house your families had rented. You stared out the car window, feeling a mixture of nostalgia and irritation. Nostalgia, because you had spent countless summers with the Verstappens as a child. Irritation, because you hadn't wanted to come on this trip at all.

"Come on, it'll be fun," your mother had insisted, practically dragging you along. "You used to love spending time with them."

"Yeah, when I was ten," you muttered under your breath. But arguing with your mom had never been fruitful, so here you were, stepping out into the warm evening air, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach.

Your family was greeted warmly by Max's parents. You exchanged polite hugs and greetings, trying to push down the awkwardness. The house was stunning, with whitewashed walls and a terrace that overlooked the sparkling Mediterranean Sea.

You were just about to head to your room when a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks. "Hey, stranger."

You turned around, heart pounding, and there he was. Max Verstappen. He looked older, more mature, but his eyes still had that same mischievous glint.

"Max?" you managed to say, your voice catching in your throat.

"In the flesh," he replied with a grin. "Long time no see."

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Later that evening, after the initial shock had worn off and dinner was served on the terrace, you found yourself sitting next to Max. The conversation flowed easily among the adults, but you and Max were a bit more reserved.

"So," Max said, breaking the silence between you two, "what have you been up to all these years?"

You shrugged, poking at your salad. "Just life, I guess. School, work. The usual. You?"

Max chuckled. "I think you know what I've been up to."

"Yeah, I guess following your career doesn't really count as keeping in touch, huh?" You smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

He nodded, his expression softening. "I missed you, you know. We used to be inseparable."

"Yeah, well, life happens," you said, a bit more sharply than you intended.

Max winced. "I'm sorry. I should have tried harder to keep in touch."

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. "It's not all on you. I could have reached out too."

He looked at you, his gaze intense. "Then let's make up for lost time."

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The next few days were a blur of sun, laughter, and rediscovery. You and Max fell back into a rhythm that felt both new and familiar. You found yourselves staying up late, talking about everything and nothing. One night, as you both sat on the terrace, the stars twinkling above, Max turned to you.

"Do you remember that summer when we were ten, and we tried to build a treehouse?"

You laughed. "Yeah, it was more like a pile of sticks than a treehouse."

Max grinned. "We were so determined though. I kind of miss that."

"Miss what? Failing at building things?"

He shook his head. "No. Just... us. The way we used to be."

You looked at him, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Me too."

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As the days passed, it became clear that this trip was more than just a family reunion. It was a chance to rebuild something you both thought was lost. And as you sat together on the beach, watching the waves crash against the shore, you realized that sometimes, life has a way of bringing you back to where you belong.

Max turned to you, his eyes reflecting the ocean. "So, what do you say? Think we can give this friendship another shot?"

You smiled, feeling lighter than you had in years. "Yeah, I think we can."

And maybe, just maybe, it could be something more.

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The summer house buzzed with the sounds of laughter and conversation. It felt like old times, but with an edge of something new and unspoken. You and Max had grown, and so had the dynamics between you.

Years after drifting apart from childhood best friend Max Verstappen, you find yourself unexpectedly reunited during a family-planned summer holiday in Spain. Despite your initial reluctance to join, you discover that old bonds can reignite in the most unexpected ways.

One afternoon, as you were chatting with Max in the garden, your mother approached, a wide smile on her face. "[your name], have you met the new neighbors? They're a lovely family. Their son, Aaron, is around your age."

You shot her a look, sensing her ulterior motives. "Uh, no, I haven't met them yet."

Max's expression shifted slightly, a hint of irritation flickering in his eyes.

"Well, you should come meet them. They're joining us for a barbecue tonight," your mother continued.

"Sure, Mom," you replied, trying to hide your reluctance.

That evening, as everyone gathered on the terrace for the barbecue, you were introduced to Aaron. He was friendly, charming, and clearly interested in getting to know you. You couldn't help but notice Max's jaw tighten every time Aaron made you laugh.

"So, [your name]," Aaron said, his eyes sparkling, "what do you do?"

Before you could answer, Max cut in. "She's actually really talented. She works in marketing and has a knack for creative projects."

You raised an eyebrow at Max. "I can speak for myself, you know."

Aaron laughed, oblivious to the tension. "That's impressive. Maybe you can give me some tips. I'm starting my own business and could use some marketing advice."

"Sure," you said, smiling. "I'd be happy to help."

Max excused himself abruptly, muttering something about getting more drinks. You watched him go, feeling a mix of confusion and concern.

------------

Later that night, you found Max sitting alone on the beach, staring out at the dark waves. You approached cautiously. "Hey, you okay?"

He glanced up at you, his expression unreadable. "Yeah, just needed some air."

You sat down beside him. "You seemed a bit off tonight."

Max sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... I don't know. Seeing you with Aaron, I guess I felt a bit... jealous."

You blinked, taken aback by his honesty. "Jealous? Why?"

He looked at you, his eyes searching yours. "Because I realized I don't want to lose you again. Not to anyone."

Your heart pounded in your chest. "Max, you won't lose me. We're just reconnecting."

He shook his head. "It's more than that. I think it always has been."

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The next day, the tension between you and Max was palpable. Your families noticed, and during breakfast, Max's mother, Sophie, leaned over to your mother. "Those two have always had a special bond, haven't they?"

Your mother nodded, a knowing smile on her lips. "Yes, they have. Maybe this summer will be good for them."

As the day wore on, you tried to focus on enjoying the holiday, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Max and his confession. You decided to confront the situation head-on.

That evening, you found Max in the kitchen, helping to prepare dinner. "We need to talk," you said, your voice firm.

He looked at you, his expression wary. "Okay."

You took a deep breath. "About what you said last night. Do you really mean it?"

Max set down the knife he was holding and turned to face you fully. "I do. I think I've always felt this way, but I didn't realize it until now."

Your heart raced as you stepped closer. "Then why did you let us drift apart?"

He sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I was young and stupid. I thought I needed to focus on racing, and everything else fell by the wayside. Including you."

You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Well, we're here now. And we have a chance to start over."

Max's eyes softened as he covered your hand with his. "I'd like that. A lot."

---------

Over the next few days, the dynamic between you and Max shifted. There was a new closeness, an unspoken understanding that something more was blooming between you. The jealousy that had sparked in Max whenever Aaron was around seemed to dissipate as he grew more confident in your feelings for him.

One evening, as you and Max walked along the beach, he stopped and turned to you, taking both of your hands in his. "I've been thinking a lot about us," he said softly.

You looked up at him, your heart pounding. "And?"

"And I don't want to waste any more time," he said, his eyes intense. "I want to be with you, [your name]. For real."

You smiled, feeling tears of happiness prick at the corners of your eyes. "I want that too."

He leaned in, and as his lips met yours, you felt the past melt away, replaced by the promise of a future together.

------------

The days that followed your confession on the beach were filled with a heady mix of tension and passion. You and Max were inseparable, yet the simmering emotions between you both seemed to heighten with each passing moment.

One particularly hot afternoon, as you lounged by the pool, Aaron sauntered over, his charming smile firmly in place. "Hey, [your name], up for a swim?"

You glanced at Max, who was sitting nearby, his eyes narrowing slightly at Aaron's approach. "Sure, why not," you replied, feeling a bit mischievous.

As you and Aaron splashed around in the pool, Max's gaze grew darker. He tried to focus on his book, but his eyes kept drifting to where you were laughing with Aaron.

Aaron swam closer, his playful demeanor making you laugh even more. "You know, I was thinking we could go into town tomorrow. There's this great market I think you'd love."

"That sounds fun," you said, catching Max's glare from the corner of your eye.

Max couldn't take it anymore. He stood up abruptly, the deck chair scraping against the tiles. "Actually, we have plans tomorrow," he said, his voice tight.

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "We do?"

Max nodded, not breaking eye contact. "Yes, I thought we could explore that secluded beach we talked about."

You saw the determination in his eyes and decided to play along. "Oh, right. The beach. Sorry, Aaron, maybe another time."

Aaron looked between you and Max, realizing he was outmatched. "No problem, maybe another time then."

--------------

That evening, the tension between you and Max was palpable. You found yourselves alone in the living room, the flickering light from the fireplace casting shadows on the walls.

"Was that really necessary?" you asked, crossing your arms.

Max stepped closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "Yes, it was. I can't stand seeing you with him."

Your breath hitched as he closed the distance between you. "Max, he's just a friend."

"I know," he said, his voice low and rough. "But I...."

He reached out, gently cupping your face. The world seemed to stop as he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. You melted against him, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.

The kiss deepened, filled with all the longing and passion that had built up between you. Max's hands roamed down your back, pulling you closer, as if afraid you'd disappear if he let go.

You broke the kiss, breathless, and looked into his eyes. "Max, we need to talk about this."

He nodded, his forehead resting against yours. "I know. But right now, I just want you. Is that okay?"

You answered by kissing him again, your lips moving with an urgency that matched his. The tension and passion swirled around you, making it impossible to think clearly.

As the minutes turned into hours, you found yourselves tangled together on the couch, the intensity of your make-out session leaving you both breathless and wanting more.

-----------

The next morning, you woke up wrapped in Max's arms. He looked down at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Morning," he murmured.

"Morning," you replied, stretching. "About last night..."

He kissed your forehead. "I meant every word. I want to be with you."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. "I want that too, Max."

Just then, your mother knocked on the door, interrupting the moment. "[Your name], Max, breakfast is ready."

You sighed, reluctantly pulling away from Max. "Coming, Mom!"

As you made your way downstairs, Aaron was already at the table, chatting with your families. He looked up, a curious expression on his face. "Morning, [your name] Did you sleep well?"

You felt Max's hand on the small of your back, a silent claim. "Yes, thank you," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Aaron's gaze flickered to Max's hand, then back to you. "So, about that trip to town..."

Max's grip tightened slightly. "Actually, we're still planning to visit that secluded beach today."

You shot Max a look, then turned to Aaron. "Maybe another time, Aaron. But thank you."

Aaron smiled, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Of course. Enjoy your day."

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The drive to the secluded beach was filled with a mix of comfortable silence and playful banter. Once there, you and Max spread out a blanket on the sand, the sound of the waves creating a serene backdrop.

As you sat together, Max took your hand, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. "I can't believe how quickly things have changed," he said softly.

You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body. "Maybe it was always meant to be this way."

He looked at you, his eyes filled with emotion. "I don't want to waste any more time. I want us to be together, for real."

You smiled, your heart swelling with happiness. "I want that too, Max. More than anything."

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that promised a future filled with love and passion. As the sun set over the horizon, you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together, and you couldn't wait to see where it would lead.

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And...that's it I think I will write part 2...tell me what do you think..byee

[rockpaperscissuhs]

HISPANIC HERITAGE MONTH + BAND OF BROTHERS:

ANTONIO C. "TONY" GARCIA

Born October 15th, 1924, in Inez, Texas

Died August 18th, 2005 (age 80), in Burlingame, California

Tony Garcia was born in Texas but he grew up in Cheyenne, Wyoming. His parents were from Mexico and had immigrated separately into the States. Tony and his siblings grew up speaking English and Spanish. He decided to drop out of high school in order to enlist, and even borrowed a friend's prescription medicine to cover up a heart murmur for his Army physical. He was accepted for training in 1943, and he served a Technician 5th Grade with Easy Company from Holland all the way through the end of the war. After the war, Tony returned to Cheyenne where he finished high school, then he moved to San Francisco, working and attending college. Later, he met his wife, Nancy, and started a family. They were married nearly 60 years, and had four children together. When he wasn’t working at the department store warehouse which he managed for three decades, he enjoyed spending time with his family, traveling, dancing, and reading. He was described as a kind, generous, and gentle man, with a “playful sense of humor that belied his quiet demeanor.” The Band of Brothers series bible describes him as “very gung-ho and game” and a “family man and extremely compassionate.” He kept in touch with several of his friends from Easy, and he participated in many Easy Company reunions and events in the U.S. and in Europe. His family has said that he was very reluctant to talk about his combat experiences, but he did like to talk about the people he met, and the families who helped him. Appears in Episodes 3-5 and 7-10, portrayed by actor Douglas Spain

Sources below

SF Gate Obituary for Antonio Garcia

[eclairsnme]

♡ POV: Being The Itoshi Brother’s Elder Sister ♡

Part 1 / Part 2

The brattiness continues (with a sprinkle of denseness)

tags: idol!you, crack comedy, reunion, familial love, sfw, somewhat of a brat (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)

notes: she thinks highly of herself, it’s almost as if she’s the reincarnation of Gojo Satoru.

oh, spoiler alert she's going to meet someone who also thinks very highly of himself. ^_−☆chu~

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄

“Sae!”

The clacking of your high heels echoed throughout the airport as you chase your damn little brother.

What a sight out of a bad Netflix series, except it’s real life. But this is more like a horror movie for a celebrity like you. In your pristine clothes and all, chasing like a wild animal!

“Sae!” You huffed, trying to catch up with him.

Damn, that soccer player with his long legs.

What is a celebrity like me ME chasing a mere man down like that! -

That is exactly what your manager thought too, as he tries to keep up with you.

So, how did you exactly come to this point of peak desperation?

It all started last night when Sae relayed to you that he’s going back to Spain straight after the Japan U-20 match.

In all honesty, you didn’t really care all that much since an idol like you had better things to do (^-^)v.

Then it struck you. As a good sister… I should stop him!

Unlucky for you, being oblivious to all else except idol-related issues is your biggest flaw.

To put it simply, you were pretty dumb when it comes to relationships.

And that was the start of your plan to “stop” Sae from returning to Spain.

Lucky for you, Sae was smart. He halted his steps and said, “Sister, are you stupid?”

But his EQ wasn’t all that great.

“S-stupid?” You stuttered out at his bluntness.

“Yes.”

Sae looked around their surroundings noting that they had already caught the attention of some prying eyes.

Sigh

Sae continued, “Just go back home.”

“But,” you gave him your best puppy eyes. V✪ω✪V

But, indeed, he was unaffected by your usual antics.

“What business do you even have in Spain?”

“Well~ the business of being a good sister!”

A tangible silence ensues from the absurdity.

“Idiot.”

“Sae, is this how you see your sister? As an idiot, uncaring sister?” You asked him squarely still trying to put on your Oscar-worthy acting skills.

Alas, Sae did not respond to you but instead said, “I’ll let you know when I reach Spain.”

Sae entered his departure terminal leaving his pouty older sister.

Sighing, he looked back and gave you a little wave, after seeing you smile, he walked further in until you couldn’t see him.

Besides the two celebrities — a top idol and football prodigy — was their manager profusely bowing to each other to apologise for today's event.

Being a manager is not an easy job, especially when attending to the Itoshi siblings who do not have the best attitude.

Your manager turned to you, “Let’s get on with our schedule today shall we?”

“Did that act look like I was a very caring sister?”

Caught off guard by your question, Mr manager stuttered out a yes.

You let out a satisfied grin.

Job done !＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

Mr manager sighed.

–

Inside the car, you asked Mr Manager what your schedule was for today.

“A commercial shoot for this up-and-coming game you will be promoting, a meeting with our sponsors and…”

And everything else that came out of his mouth just drowned out. You checked your phone and saw no reply from Rin.

I wonder how Rin is feeling after crying so much that day…

“Also, someone called our studio just now. It was a German man — I’m not sure what he said but he did mention your name specifically, and he addressed you by your real name.”

Your ears perked up.

“A German man who knows my real name?”

In your life, you only personally know one German man and his name is Kaiser something.

You met him a few years back in Germany. You thought he was an extremely unintelligent person as he kept speaking to you in German even though you didn’t understand a single word that exited his mouth.

You remembered he kept saying “Süße” (*sweetie) and he would always kiss the back of your hand, which you thought was a German thing.

What a culture shock it was, people in foreign countries sure do have a very different way of greeting people compared to in Japan.

“So did that man mention his name?” You turned to Mr manager.

“Michael Kaiser. He also left his personal phone number it seems.”

“Give me that number.” You held your hand out.

“D-do you even know this man? He could be a stalker!”

“Maybe~”

“Maybe?!” Mr Manager raised his voice, then he paused for a moment, “Hold on, that name Michael Kaiser sounds real familiar…”

As Mr manager wreck his head about that, you thought back about this Kaiser person.

Back when you were having your world tour in Germany, you had some free time to explore the streets of Germany. So you snuck out of your hotel room, it was all fun and games until you lost your way in a foreign country you have never visited before.

As a young girl, stuck in an unfamiliar country, unfamiliar street, and unfamiliar language, you could only cry.

That was when you met Kaiser.

Ah! How embarrassing it was to cry in the middle of nowhere now that you think about it! (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

So pathetic of me!

Both of you were pretty much strangers, you were surprised he remembered you and how he still managed to find you.

Oh! I really am a worldwide star! ↖(^ω^)↗

You giggled to yourself.

“Ah, I remember now!” Mr manager exclaimed, practically screaming into your ears.

You pushed Mr manager away and side-eyed him, “What is it?!”

“Michael Kaiser! He is a popular prodigy football player from Germany!”

Football player?

“Is being a football player a popular occupation these days?”

So this Kaiser person is a football player too? And a prodigy at that too? The world really has no shortage of prodigies huh?

Of all the football players you know, all of them are dubbed prodigies. That being said, you only know three football players — Sae, Rin and now, Kaiser.

“Mr manager, don’t tell me you are a football prodigy too?”

“Surely you jest, miss. I-if I was a prodigy,” he hesitated for a second then said in a hushed voice, “I wouldn’t be working for you.”

“What did you say?” You frowned at him.

“N-nothing!”

“As punishment for saying that, go call that Kaiser person and ask what business he has with me.”

“But I don’t speak German!”

“Go figure it out then!”

I shouldn’t have said that Mr manager berated himself.

“Oh, after my schedule, drive me to that restaurant I told you about,” you snickered, “I’m going on a ‘date’ with my youngest brother.”

—

“Did you wait long?”

You tapped your younger brother who seemed lost in thought.

“No… I just arrived too.”

He visibly looked disturbed by something and you knew exactly what it was.

“Are you still upset by your brother?”

Rin clenched his fist and swallowed down his frustration.

You placed your hand over his clenched fist and pacified him, “Don’t let it get to you alright? Sae is still going through puberty!”

A few days ago you booked (more like Mr manager booked) a private room in a fancy hotel restaurant, to treat Rin to something nice since you thought he looked pretty melancholic.

“Sister, puberty ends at the age of 16 for males.”

“Well, Sae will forever be a little boy to me! Anyways, order what you want! This sister of yours will be treating you so order up!”

You took a glimpse of the menu and salivate at the picture of the A5 Wagyu steak. Oh, how succulent and fatty it will be!

However, you reminded yourself that you have to watch your weight. As an idol, one cannot stress the importance of weight management.

You used all your 10 fingers to mentally count how much you’ve eaten today.

You grimly looked at the wagyu steak and fries and decided to go for a simple duck confit with a side of salad.

Rin glances toward you to see what you are ordering and saw you intensely glaring at the picture of a steak.

“I’ll get the duck confit with salad, what about you?” You close the menu bidding farewell to the steak.

“The wagyu steak for me,” Rin replied.

You signalled the waiter and placed the order.

After ordering, what followed was an air of silence and strong awkward energy.

After being an absent sister for god knows how many years, you’ve never really communicated much with this teenager Rin. You were only close to him when he was just a teeny tiny boy playing football with Sae. Even then, he was still closer to Sae.

Rin will only approach you whenever he was upset with Sae. He will then subsequently cry to you about his problems. Now he still cries to you as you recollect the day the U-20 match was over and Rin poured his heart out.

Not knowing how to proceed with this conversation or the lack thereof, you prompted him with a question, “Do you have a girlfriend?” (๑╹ω╹๑ )

Rin stared at you as if you were joking around, “I do not have time for that.”

“Is football the only thing on your mind?”

“Yes.”

“You are just like your brother.” You frowned at Rin and the other little one.

Rin’s resentment grew inside of him like a tumour as he is reminded of his brother.

Uh-Oh, I shouldn’t have said that.

You quickly tried to divert his attention.

“Ooohhhh look at this Rin! The photo for my photoshoot! Don’t I look absolutely gorgeous here?” You held up your phone and nervously giggled.

Rin eyed at your phone.

“It looks alright.”

“Just alright?”

Just like a game of ping pong, it’s your turn to seethe. In your list of top 100 things that annoy you, to have someone not acknowledge your beauty was number 97! It’s on the lowest scale because 9 out of 10 times, people will appreciate your beauty. The rest are just haters! _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Humph! I’ll let that slide just because you are Rin-Rin.

You tried to think of a topic and were reminded of something.

“So what’s the deal with Blue Lock? Are you doing well there?”

Rin summarised his full experience in Blue Lock and he didn’t forget to sprinkle in his hate for this boy called Isagi and of course your other little brother.

Your little brother really needs to get some therapy with all these astonishing degrees of anger and hatred.

Then the food came interrupting Rin’s heated tirade on how much he hated Isagi and Sae.

You both had a hearty dinner and Rin kept shoving beef steak onto your plate despite you saying no, so you had no choice but to eat it.

It was a very conflicting experience having to eat something you love yet having calorie restrictions.

The life of an idol sure is tough.

After finishing dinner, both of you left the restaurant. Before leaving the hotel, you excused yourself to the toilet.

The toilet was so far you could’ve just walked half a marathon, not to mention it was secluded at the very corner of the hotel.

You sighed, at least I think I burned some calories.

“Süße!”

“!!!” You felt someone’s hand snaking around your waist. ⊙▽⊙

Thinking it's some creepy stalker of yours, you reflexively swatted the hand away. But the person in question was firm.

Perfume wafted through your nose as he presses his body against yours.

You let out a soft squeak at the contact. (〃ω〃)

Finally making eye contact with the man, you realise it was someone you know.

“Kaiser?” He smiled like a Cheshire Cat as you mention his name.

“Meine Leibe,” he brought you to a warm embrace, to which you similarly return his hug.

German’s greetings sure involve lots of skin contact, you thought to yourself as you felt Kaiser’s heat radiating through you.

He finally released you from the hug.

You quickly took notice of the rose tattoo that seemed to go from his neck down to his left arm which he didn’t have before when you met him in Germany.

You pointed to his tattoo to somewhat question him since you didn’t speak a lick of German.

He lifted his left hand for you to have a better look. You held onto his hand to inspect the tattoo but he had a better idea. He pushed his hands against your lips.

A soft shriek escaped you.

Your lipstick was sure to have stuck onto his hand. And more importantly, you have to reapply your lipstick!

What is this man thinking! ಠ╭╮ಠ

While you quickly reached out to your purse for your lipstick, you saw Kaiser bring his left hand to his own lips staining his lips in the process from your peripheral.

When you finished reapplying your lipstick, Kaiser was intently watching you.

You instinctively tried to rub off your lipstick from his lips but he was faster to grab your wrist and pulled you closer to him, so close that you were just a few inches away from his lips.

What’s wrong with Germans and their love for skin contact? Is this normal in Germany?

“I’ve been wanting to meet you for so long, meine liebe,” Kaiser said in German.

You drew a big fat question mark in your head. ( •́ ⍨ •̀)

What did he just say? And why does he look like he’s going in for a kiss?

True enough, Kaiser brought his lips to your lips. He invited his tongue through your parted lips tasting you for the very first time. He allowed his hands to yet again snake around your waist pulling you closer to him as if you weren’t already stuck to him.

What is this? This is a German greeting too right? ╭( ๐ _๐)╮

His other hand found its way to your chin. He tilted your chin slightly up to deepen the kiss.

As much as dancing your tongue with an old German friend was exciting, you couldn’t help but realise you were still in public. What if someone saw you?

You place both hands on Kaiser’s chest, slightly pushing him away and breaking the kiss.

“What’s wrong, Liebling?” His hands are still on your waist, trying to pull you back to him.

“Sister?”

You quickly detach yourself from Kaiser catching a glimpse of Rin from the corner.

You noticed that he was blushing. Oh, he definitely saw all that.

(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)

“Rin!” You exclaimed feeling like you were caught in the middle of some illegal act.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?”

That’s unbelievable, never in your whole life have you had a so-called “boyfriend”. What is Rin on to make him believe that?

“Then, why were you kiss-”

You promptly interrupted Rin from his imagination, “This is my friend, Kaiser!”

You pointed over to Kaiser, and he took the opportunity to catch your hand into his grip and ultimately hold your hand.

“-just a friend,” you tried explaining it to Rin. (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

Rin, however, looked over at his sister and the blonde-with-blue-streaks-haired man who is almost as tall as Sae, who was just a second ago kissing so intimately and now holding hands like a couple would behave.

Hard to believe they are not a couple; what kind of friends eat out each other's face.

Kaiser? Rin ruminates on that name.

Rin knows a Kaiser who looks just exactly like him.

“Michael Kaiser,” Rin carefully enunciates his name, which causes the man himself to grin at him.

“Rin-Rin, you know him?”

“Prodigy player and also a member of the New Generation World XI,” said Rin glaring at Kaiser. (⩺_⩹)

In response, Kaiser didn’t say a word but just responded with the usual smug grin.

“What? When did you learn German, Rin-Rin?”

“What’s your relationship with my sister?” Rin continued to question Kaiser.

Kaiser brought your hand to his lips and gave it a gentle peck, “what do you think, Itoshi Rin?”

“You know me?”

“The little brother of Japan's football prodigy, Itoshi Sae, and you who will always live in his shadows as a nobody.” Kaiser snickered at Rin.

Raw anger shot through him. He yet again clenched his hand into a tight fist, seething with anger. Every word from him stung him.

Unsure of where this conversation is leading, you stared in confusion. That was until you saw Rin sudden change in mood.

What had made the conversation turn so sour for Rin?

You were dumb but your EQ was not that severe to not see that Rin was somehow at the losing end of the conversation.

You let go of Kaiser’s hand and ran to your little brother.

“What’s wrong?”

You saw the dark, gravel look on him almost as if he was about to break someone’s joint.

Placing a hand over his back and patting him just as you did when he was younger, you guided him down the hotel’s hallway towards the exit.

“Let’s go home.”

“Meine leibe?”

He received no response from you, instead he only saw your retreating figure.

☆〜（ゝ。∂）the end (for now) ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

< you have reached the end! thank you for reading babes! (〃∀〃)ゞ I really appreciate all the love you are giving to this ongoing series! look forward to more spine-crawling fluff! ʅ（´◔౪◔）ʃ *evil laugh* the harem begins now>

Part 3

[so-many-sainz]

amigos de la infancia — carlos sainz jr

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✅ got the bouquet, missing the groom ⁉️

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[fanficfish]

explaining characters in hetalia badly: family member archtype edition

an incomplete list for funsies

just imagine they're all at a big family reunion lol

Germany: The closeted cousin who still hasn't figured it out.

Prussia: The cool older cousin who's jacked up on the remnants of the energy drinks he chugged during finals week trying to study for his med school exams. Probably specialized in kids medicine, but he's too jittery to confirm.

Italy V: The cousin who's a cousin because someone married someone a couple months ago and has no idea about all the ettiquette rules ye and what not to discuss in front of Great Aunt Sarah.

China: Great Aunt Sarah

Italy R: The cousin who's just hit his highschool years, and has decided MHA and Valorant is his whole personality.

England: The one manning the grill.

France: The one actually manning the grill.

America: The guy who's young enough to be your older brother but old enough that he's a dad. Don't worry, he's cool- he won't make you babysit, but he's gonna show up with those kids in biker jackets and they'll do a fun dance to entertain everyone halfway through dinner.

Russia: The uncle that apparently is a war vet. Definitely saw things he shouldn't have seen and you don't leave your kids with him. Tells the wildest stories over dinner though.

Canada: The cousin who you forget exists because he's actually normal. Actuality has probably spiked something.

Japan: The one hiding in a room playing video games. He might share if you ask nicely.

Lithuania: Someone's spouse. Not sure whose, but he made a nice caserole.

Sweden: That one distant relative who you almost forgot to invite.

Finland: The guy who showed up and you're not sure where he came from, but he's kinda fun so no one questions it.

Norway: The one who was forced to tag along with the rest of the family.

Iceland: The one who pretends he doesn't want to be there but he'd show up even if he wasn't invited because the food is kinda good.

Denmark: The one bringing the alcohol and manning the bar you didn't kow you had.

Latvia: The one trying to sneak underage drinks.

Estonia: The one pretending to be a normal person with his "honor student" and "full ride scholarship next year" but is secretly helping Latvia sneak a drink.

Spain: The uncle who's been married ten times.

Switzerland: The one who only showed up because he was begged to. Either ends up in the corner watching the game or in the middle of the table retelling some grand tale.

Liechtenstein: The one bringing all the delicious deserts and a fruit tray and forced Switzerland to socialize.

Austria: The one insisting on putting on the radio the moment the "go ahead" for the food is said. Might have even called up everyone to remind them to bring their instruments.

Hungary: The one who gets everyone dancing the moment Austria whips out the fiddle tunes.

Seychelles: The one who innocently suggested a board game after the dance-off winds down.

Hong Kong: The cousin who sticks around long enough to say hello to the aunts and uncles and grandparents and get some food before hiding in the room with Japan.

Belarus: The cousin who's a movie-cutter highschool "popular girl" and spends the whole time on her phone texting her boyfriend.

Ukraine: The aunt that break up the board game fights and bans it from future events.

Luxenberg: You don't know what he does for a living, but he brings cool stuff for everyone.

Netherlands: The globetrotting uncle who you're pretty sure knows everyone and everything.

Belgium: The cool aunt who's single and living life.

Phillipines and Thailand: The fresh-out-of-collegers cousin who keeps taking photos of everything.

Malaysia: The fresh-out-of-colleger cousin also taking photos but only aesthetic ones.

Taiwan: The aunt that starts making smoothies unprompted.

Monaco: The cousin who brings a book to read in the corenr.

Cameron: The uncle you don't want to get into an argument about sports with. Switzerland does not head this warning.

Greece: The uncle who drove all day and night to get here with a full car, and is now knocked out on the couch.

Turkey: The funny wine grandpa.

Cyprus: The college dropout who now works at a seven-eleven.

Egypt: The cousin who's studying history and is pretty average except you have photographic evidence that he sat next to a pond and talked to ducks for half an hour and was very serious about it.

[catherinetheprincessofwales]

Family reunion: The Spanish and British Royals. Third cousins, King Felipe IV of Spain and The Prince of Wales with their respective children, Infanta Sofia and Prince George of Wales, at the UEFA EURO 2024 final match between Spain and England. 14 July 2024

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Lessons for the last castellan

Ramón Salazar x fem!teacher reader

warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, kiss, little emotional

Summary : Every nobleman had to follow the etiquette of rules and this also applied to the latest Kastelan Ramón Salazar. What the aristocrat didn't know was that it was a teacher who would come to his castle at his age. A lord who had to restrain himself to learn and a teacher who saw more than potential in a gnome was almost the beginning of a fairy tale.

info : Ramón even though it's the first of November and winter isn't quite here yet I thought why not something a little more emotionally fluffy, so enjoy the read :)

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At the age of twenty, according to the official law, everything belonged to him. After the death of his parents in the tragedy, he was the eighth and currently last Salazar in Spain.

A nightmare for some other families, but for the young lord something that brought him status and influence, an influence that compensated for many other things he did not have.

Although he had already inherited all the lands and the castle with the death of his last blood and had been Lord Salazar from a young age, up to this point no one had told him anything, let alone told him what to do.

From the morning he applied the pink lip rouge, hoping to cover his own shame and resemble his early ancestors, to the day he spent his time strategising and building and the night his gaze lingered long in the fireplace.

What he didn't realise, however, was the letter that was brought to his castle one autumn day, ,,From the estate of your honourable father my lord" the servant had told him when he opened the letter and recognised the black writing as that of his father.

His shouted command chased the older man out as instead of words of goodwill, apologies and fatherly care he found only an order.

A visit that would come to him to carry out the office of castellan with honour, full of grace and wisdom, he was to rule for as long as he lived…a bad joke, as Ramón thought, who didn't need to look in the mirror to know how long he had left, ,,Liar…my own blood is laced with lies!" he hissed, crumpled up the paper before throwing it into the fireplace and letting himself fall almost powerlessly into the armchair.

A heavy sigh fell from his lips as he realised that despite the death of his parents he would never escape them, ,,Even in death you wish you had power over me father" Salazar muttered bitterly and closed his eyes exhausted as the pain of his fragile existence and the rage was too much for him. Even as a lord, the ghosts of the past were never calm, something was never going to change.

The time of waiting seemed to kill the young man even faster than it already was, the application of his make-up in the morning became more and more shaky as the date of the teacher's arrival approached.

His shouts and orders became louder when something didn't work and the fire in the fireplace was only kept alive by him with scorched speeches.

And at the end of the day he locked himself away alone with the decades-old wine, tears blurring his make-up. Pictures of his father thrown in the corner shared places with his beloved mother which he pulled out again full of shame and he decided to do it differently.

,,I'm the new lord so I'll do the greeting how I want" he decided at the end of the night and gave the picture of his parents one last contemptuous yet loving look before closing his eyes and hoping for a good reunion.

Waiting in the main hall on the balcony, he looked down when he saw the person wrapped in a cloak enter, his few servants already taking care of the luggage and preparing the classroom, ,,Welcome to my castle, I am Ramón Salazar eighth castelan of this estate and all the lands standing around," he announced, looking down as the person took off the hood of the cloak.

Not an older man stood there with bad posture and yellowish teeth, not even a lad or anything else to his surprise a young woman stood there with a slight smile on her lips she looked up at him, ,,A pleasure to meet you my lord…pity you are not facing me for a proper introduction" she said.

Ramón instantly felt the shame and anger flush his cheeks and he was grateful for the make-up applied. As a Castellan, I am above her…and yet she is right, he thought and retreated from the stone mamoor railing to walk down the stairs to her.

The closer he got to her the more nervous he became, a fact that bothered him, he had no reason and yet as he stood opposite her he bowed lower than he had intended because when he saw her satisfied smile he felt the brief pride in himself.

He had done something right and had been recognised for it…and maybe it was the first time someone had looked at him for more than a few seconds without looking instantly disgusted…maybe she was actually quite nice he dared to think as he held out his hand to her.

,,How pleasant and courteous Ramón" she praised him, her smile was satisfying and he could feel the warmth on his cheeks but not out of anger but perhaps out of something in his heart.

The lessons consisted of hardly anything new that he didn't know besides normal subjects like maths, physics, history he put special emphasis on family history to write down everything meticulously for her, ,,If the extent itself is too much for you, my library is at your disposal until the time of my first forefear…my dear Miss" he bowed slightly and smiled when he saw the small brooch with the blue rose on her simple black dress, one of his favourite flowers which she had learned in a meal with him.

As annoyed as he had been with her in the first few weeks, he had to admit that her intelligence and almost cheekiness amused him, ,,My dear miss, flattery won't get you anywhere, besides, the library is asking for heaven on this subject my dear Ramón" she returned and a quick rattle of her keychain reminded him that she already had access to almost everything in the castle.

The subject was more of a reminder from the lord to give him something harder next time, something that would challenge him and not mother him, a thought that also made him angry.

For a few weeks, which soon turned into several months, she was something like a point of calm, this something in reality that reminded him that his family was history and nothing more and that she was the only thing that kept him here and didn't make him go crazy.

Because his thoughts might have been calmed too often between the hatred of his family and his blood by her lovely existence. Something she probably saw in his gaze and held her next to him, ,,If you like, I would like to have another meal together… and perhaps a private conversation in your chambers," she said.

Watching him successfully as the expression of distaste on his face disappeared and he resumed the posture he had learnt, kissing the back of her hand briefly and letting her go with a ,,I will gladly accept the audience, once again my being is yours" and he heard the opening and closing of the large wooden door which gave a soft creak as he remained.

Alone in the room and felt the warmth of her hand on his cool hand, the voice of his parents fell silent and the two of them only listened for a moment. A moment in which he had only himself and her.

But the warmth she radiated, the blush on her cheeks and the grin she gave him when his lips kissed her hand had enchanted him. A rapture that didn't diminish until the moment he had dressed himself up and set a few cakes on the table in his room and a few books on his favourite subjects in history, knowing that she was just waiting for him to make a mistake and they would both go to the library together to look for the solution.

Before there was a knock at his door and he opened it for her the gold buttons of his tails flashed to match her earrings which he gave her as a present for the first month, ,,A pleasure to have you here" he said as she entered to make room for her before he closed the door and sat down on the couch with her.

She looked at the table and the sideboard and seemed pleased with it and a sigh escaped her as she savoured the freshly brewed tea that had been poured into the fine porcelain cup, ,,A pleasure to enjoy this," she said and they both smiled, a smile that didn't leave either of them until the moment she found his ancestor in the books, his exact chapter and that of his parents.

Ramón was so absorbed in reading about the Napoleonic wars that he only looked up from the book when he saw her pause in her reading…she had seen the image of him in black and white in his first form, as an ugly child, misshapen and more dead than alive, ,,Don't look at it!" he cried out, knocking the book from her hands.

Ramón clutching her hands painfully, his name on her lips and she saw it clearly, the other side the hate-filled death side, ,,Never look at me like that again!" he screamed and she saw in the mirror her fearful look, fear, hate and disgust were the emotions he was always met with…it didn't have to be like this.

She shook her head slowly, a look of fear turning to understanding and pity as she saw the tears threatening to blur the white make-up, ,,I won't…Ramòn, look at me, what is it that you see?’ she said slowly, moving her head closer to his, the two of them almost touching.

She saw exactly how he paused she looked at the ghosts of his parents the voices of hate and dislike shouted at him and he shook his head slightly before he gave a cautious, ,,A-Accept and...love?" and held her hands more gently.

She placed her hands on his cheek and nodded, ,,Yes…that's right no bad image only the truth you see with me is important" she reminded him, giving him what she really thought and showing him what she thought of him as she pointed to her reports which he took and left.

Touched by every hour that made him smile and love her words were honest, encouraging him to keep going but most of all her own affection that increased whenever she saw the honourable lord and not that other past mistaken side.

,,It's the truth" he said softly and she nodded in agreement before stroking his cheek the white stained her hand too before pulling him into a gentle kiss, the first kiss of love for real love since his parents’ marriage since the moment before his birth.

Love as she heard his relieved shaky sigh she herself felt the joy in her rapidly cupping heart as she realised that Ramón's father had been wrong, his son the eighth castellan was greater than he would ever be he had a heart and he was capable of loving in his own special way.

It was the moment when Salazar Ramón had the hope that he could truly become the eighth lord who overcame all others with hope and love instead of hostility and hatred in his heart.

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@lovesick-on-the-loose , @goldenponcho , @ramontism , @xgrisleyx

@trash-flowerss

[flutterbyoz]

Musings and ramblings

I'm assuming the rumour that Rick, and obviously that means Michonne too, may be appearing in another TWD universe spin off is pretty well known by now. How true it is and the credibility of the source is unknown at the moment and I am not getting my hopes up at all, but it did get me thinking.

Obviously, anytime we get to see Rick and Michonne is a blessing, it's a gift and something that I will never say no to, in most circumstances. Not only because I adore this little family so much but also because you know Andy and Danai wouldn't return for a story that is anything less than perfect.

So, it got me thinking that if it is to be believed, would it be a TOWL season 2, an appearance in an existing spin off or possibly one of the new projects I've heard rumour's are being talked about?

If someone forced me to choose between an existing spin off and a new one/TOWL s2, I'd definitely pick the latter. Not that I'm against them appearing in another spin off, if that's what happens then of course I'll just be happy to see them again, but personally I only watch for Richonne, I have pretty much zero interest in the other spin offs so I would only watch their scenes.

Another reason is the fact that it would be unlikely they'd have the amount of control and creativity as they did over TOWL s1 and we know how important that is to them. Of course, if Andy and Danai are agreeing to appear in another spin off then it's obviously because they believe the story and the reason the characters are there is a necessary one. I trust them completely and if they think it's the right thing to do then I know it's going to be amazing.

Also, I wonder how it would work timeline wise and logistically, DC is set quite a few years after TOWL s1 and from what I've heard DD is filming in Spain and s3 I believe is still set in Europe. So, for DC there would need to be a time jump, plus an explainable reason why Rick and Michonne are in New York. I don't know much about the series but maybe they'd get round it by saying Maggie calls for help but then why would Rick and Michonne be the ones to go?

As for DD, though it is set on a similar timeline to TOWL, that to me makes Rick and Michonne travelling all the more unlikely as they aren't going to want to leave Judith and RJ again, especially not so soon after returning, neither will they want to risk taking them across the ocean with them. I think the only realistic way would be if Daryl and Carol make it home at the end of season 3 but that seems unlikely to me.

More on the selfish side I guess would be the fact that the other characters don't really interest me and other reunions don't interest me. I would also hope that if they do appear in one or both of the other spin offs, that they aren't there simply in the hope that they will up the ratings.

I think there is potential for another Grimes family centred story before any other reunions happen. There's quite a lot that could be explored, from CRM spies, to Rick's PTSD and readjusting back to a 'normal' life, to Michonne's trauma, the kids and Rick getting to know each other, family bonding and maybe even the addition of another child amongst other things.

What Andy, Danai and Scott have got up their sleeves we have no idea, whether it's a TOWL season 2, a new spin off, an appearance in the current spin offs or maybe nothing at all right now, no one can say. However, I highly doubt Andy and Danai would come back just for the sake of it, there's got to be a good reason and it's got to a good story. They are the main draw for this franchise and where they go the viewers follow, despite some people wishing that wasn't the case.

Most importantly, the only people I trust with Richonne are Andy, Danai and Scott, no one else knows these characters like they do, no one else understands their story, their love story and their love and devotion to each other like they do. There is no one else I would be happy continuing their story but the trio.

They are far too important and precious for just anyone to have the privilege of being responsible for

[beetlelark]

Wow! Lark drew art of an oc of theirs that isn’t Ivan! Sound the alarm!

Jokes aside, this is Camilla! Another oc from my ou, Verses of Eternity. She’s not a major character in the storyline but she’s connected to some bigger names.

Camilla was born sometime in the middle of the 1600s in Spain. The whole community she lived in was affected by a sickness that decimated the community and no one survived— except for Camilla. She was saved by a vampire who happened to be traveling through the area: Μανεθών (Manethon.) Manethon took pity on her suffering and changed her, and Camilla joined him and a Spanish man he had turned in 1606 named Luis traveling across Europe. Luis and Camilla did not get along but their sire eased things and over time they did become closer but after almost 200 years Camilla had grown restless and dissatisfied. She wanted to branch out on her own.

Manethon was a recluse and kept his children by his side, Camilla was done with it. Manethon blessed her request to leave (not that it would have stopped her from leaving if he hadn’t) and there were no hard feelings involved. With the exception of Luis. Luis took Camilla leaving very hard and viewed it as abandonment and that she didn’t care about them. It didn’t help that within 50 years of her leaving Manethon disappeared and Luis was now alone.

Camilla was unaware of their sire’s vanishing for some time as she was focused on living a life of excitement and discovery across the globe. She eventually settled in the Americas and started to pursue various activities involving show business and entertainment, and that’s where Luis tracked her down to. Their reunion was not great. Luis was really ugly to her and placed every sort of blame on her over Manethon leaving him and also her leaving him. After the reunion, they didn’t speak again for some years.

In modern day Camilla is a fairly successful pop star and has resumed communication with Luis. It’s not easy, especially on Luis’ end, but the both of them are trying to move on from the past since they’re all the family they have left.

That is until an old world vampire with ties to their sire suddenly forced his way into Luis’ life and put a wedge in their healing relationship.

[just-a-random-hobbit]

Miguel O'hara × Italian!spider!reader hcs

Idk don't ask, I was in the mood for writing smth w a lot of self insert SO

Here we go

It's gonna be messy sooooo sorry not sorry

! Yes, I'm studying Spanish at school, but I'm kinda an ass w it. Sorry for the mistakes !

Since you entered the spider society you only spoke English, but sometimes some Italian words slipped

Same thing happened w Miguel and a lot of times you heard him speaking w himself in Spanish

Next thing you know is that with Miguel you talk in Italian and he talks in Spanish with you, except for a few words yow two can understand each other

An example?

"MIG, TI HO PORTATO IL RAPPORTO SULL'ULTIMA MISSIONE"

"MIG, I GOT YOU THE REPORT ABT LAST MISSION"

"Mh bueno, dámelo"

"Mh good, give it to me"

"VA BENE MA DOVE CAZZO SEI?"

"ALRIGHT BUT WHERE TF ARE YOU?"

"¿PRQUE COÑO GRITAS? ESTOY AQUÍ, ¿DONDE PIENSES QUE ESTOY?"

"WHY TF R U SHOUTING?, I'M HERE, WHERE DO YOU THINK I AM?"

Lovely

Once you brought him some 'nduja (idk maybe you're from Calabria or went there for the holidays) and he loves that, I just know that he does, you can't say otherwise

If you like football you'd watch some matches w him and talk abt them for a few days

I also just know that you two talk shit abt Americans or people in general who cook an abomination and call it "Mexican food" or "Italian food"

Spices vs herbs, an endless war in the kitchen

Sometimes false friend words kick in and the conversation is hilarious

"Mmh ayer he comido unas gambas riquisimas"

"Mmh yesterday I have some delicious shrimps"

* disgusted * "tu cosa?"

"You what?"

(Gambas in Spanish means shrimp, in Italian it means leg) (omg idk if this is a word used in Spain and not in Latino America hold on a sec) (ok in Mexico it's camarón, can we pretend for a sec that it's also used gamba?) (It's not bc I don't have a lot of dialogue ideas, ofc not...)

"¿Me traes aquél vaso porfavor?"

"Can you hand me that glass please?"

* confused * "oook?" * hand him the flower vase *

(Vaso in Spanish means glass, in Italian it means flower vase)

(Ik these situations are really clichés but I still find them cute and funny)

You are siesta/pennichella mates

Now imgine if you get closer and closer w Miguel and invite him over for the Sunday lunch, (probably since you are a spiderperson you don't have a lot of relatives anymore, BUT LET'S IMAGINE THAT AT LEAST GRANDMA IT'S STILL WITH US)

Like- how cute it would be, w grandma saying to this beast of a man: "ma stai sciupato, mangia ancora qualcosa" ("you are so thin, eat some more") and he just keeps eating what she gives him bc he can't say no.

I also think that he's not really used to big family reunions, I read a few comics but I didn't catch any hint of a big family tree, so maybe he'd be kinda disoriented if you have a really big family.

For all my northern lovelies (me included) he's gonna be surprised when he sees that we aren't the italian bubbly and cheerful stereotype, but kinda cold and grumpy.

Another thing for the northeners: he's gonna bitch abt the time we usually have lunch and dinner. Lunch at 12/13 and dinner at 19/20???? You must be joking (Yes, the average northener eats early, obviously it depends on the family. In my experience and the ones of my friends these are the usual eating times)

If you still go to school and (like me) go to school also on Saturday: he's shocked. That's it. Just shocked that you have only one day to rest. But this helps to remind him that taking breaks it's important, so you two hopefully spend some time relaxing together, taking a break from school and being spoderman/spiderwoman.

Again, for people who go to school: he listens to your meltdowns. Even if he's from the future and from another country he understands that the school system stopped evolution in the mid 20th century and it fucking sucks.

If you struggle with subjects like chemistry or science he's more than glad to help you

If you go to a liceo he kinda sees himself in you and your experience, so with lots of subject to study and standars super high

If you have Spanish as a second foreign language at school he's definitely going to help you. YOU HEARD ME? YOU AIN'T GOING ANYWHERE UNTILL YOU LEARNED PERFECTLY TODOS LOS IRREGULARES DEL SUBJUNTIVO!!!!! (I really need his help)

If you go to a professional/technical (idk how to translate themmmm) institute with subjects in the field of engineering and computers he's gonna help you if you need help, giving you some tips and extra informations so that you can be the best of your class.

Let's say that you live in Milan: there aren't a lot of skyscrapers, but there are still some buildings on which you can swing decently. Same thing goes for most of the big cities

Now let's say that you live in a small town, in the middle of the countryside, where the tallest building is the bell tower of the church: "how the fuck do you swing and jump and- do litterally all the spiderthings?" And you just show him that you attach you webs on the top of the nearest strong tree or house. He's just like:

Hhhhhh WHAT SHOULD I ADDDD

IDFKKKKK

Bye

Edit: ok got 3 more hcs

The idea of always having a sweet breakfast was kinda weird to him, and didn't really got used to it really fast. But with some time he found the combinations that he preferred: espresso and gocciole

He's team gocciole

He's also team lemon estathé

[hadesisqueer]

Checking the Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter OC's I made when I was 14/15 and I was on something because I created a family that was so complicated.

Spanish woman named Isabel has an affair with Hercules in his Roman form in the mid-late fifties. She has a Demigod daughter named Marta. Marta becomes a prominent figure at Camp Jupiter in her time there, becoming even Praetor for a while. She goes to college there and moves back to Spain in her early twenties. She becomes a teacher and marries a Romani guy (the Romani part was so important to me back then because I'm Spanish and part Romani so yeah) named Manu. They have two kids, Pedro and Lola. Being a Legacy and all, Pedro chooses to go to Camp Jupiter as well, where he becomes another important guy and all since he got good references from his Praetor mom. Lola chooses not to go; her mom just trains her a bit so she can take care of herself and she tries to live a normal life and chill, stays in Spain, goes to college and all and visits her brother every summer. When Pedro retires he starts working and on his twenties he lives in San Francisco and tries to chill too. Then one spring he meets Proserpina aka the Roman form of Persephone and she ends up liking him so they have an affair, which results in the birth of their daughter, Adriana, a few months later (I firmly believe Persephone should have Demigod children in canon btw). Meanwhile in summer Hades finds out about the affair and he's pissed off so he shows up at San Francisco to see the guy and then he sees Lola and he's like damn okay. He likes her and he ends up having an affair with her —Proserpina/Persephone can't be even mad because she hooked up with the brother lmao— IN HIS GREEK FORM, which results in the birth of their daughter, Elena. Therefore there are now two other demigods in the family, one is Roman and one is Greek. Elena goes to Camp Half-Blood, Adriana goes to Camp Jupiter. Elena doesn't know she herself is a Legacy or that her grandma and Adriana are demigods too, and Adriana knows Elena is a Legacy but not about the fact that she's a demigod (she just thinks her auntie simply wants her to live a normal life and doesn't tell her) because everyone is obssessed with making sure neither of them figure that out for the whole Roman and Greek rivalry because it could cause a mess. So every time there's a family reunion everyone is like "DO NOT TELL YOUR COUSIN ABOUT THE GODS SHE DOESN'T KNOW A THING NOT A WORD" and the girls are like "OKAY DAMN"

Eventually they find out when they're older and it's not the whole Roman and Greek thing that makes them feel weird but that aside being cousins they are also technically step-sisters.

Anyway that was a mess lmao

[simmi23]

I wanna see William afton headcanons of ur AU

WILLIAM AFTON HEADCANONS OF SIMMIVERSE AU!!

(Btw, this is *NOT* a copy of Mobox87, this is sorta inspired but not intended to affiliate with them cause of the controversy. )

• William Afton in this AU is not like most versions of him, (obviously) because William wasn't a psycho to begin with. In fact, he was just a normal guy. Although, he had a terrible childhood in many ways.

• When he was just a child, his father wasn't around him much nor did he care for William, who was also an only child. Will lived with his mother who was loving, but not good as a mother, she only cared about other things which drifted her away from Will, she cared for him, but she just didn't know how.

• Being independent from childhood, at elementary school..William was self indulgent and very observant of what he learned, he was very intelligent and creative. But he only had 1 friend, Gron. Will was lonely, and nonchalant sometimes, though he tried to be more positive. During school, Will would avoid people due to being afraid of people, though one girl caught his mind, a girl he crushed on. Will never felt this way for anyone, but for her, he did.

• Will spent his teenage years focusing more on his ability to create something technical and mechanical. With that, Will was way too smart to the fact that he graduated high school early (according to US college system), at 16 he entered college. This gave him the opportunity to create more things and build on his future.

• This led to William meeting his business partner, Henry Emily. They were both very opposite but they still figured ways they could create a great business that would benefit all ages. Something fun and entertaining. They were building the process of 'Fredbear's Family Diner' a place where children and adults come alike.

• (*Still deciding this*) For William's ethnicity, he is European with a slight Hispanic decent, (he is Italian/Spain) but he moved to Hurricane, Utah for studying and applying his works.

• William soon met this girl he crushed on years before, again. They started talking and soon they became friends..well, more came to that and they started dating. Renata Rennings was her name and that's how he met his wife. Their relationship described as a song would be "Mine". He loves her very much and wouldn't want to lose her, and when he did, that's the beginning to how he went nuts. She was the only person in his life that ever showed him 'love' and made him feel 'loved.'

• William loves his family and children a lot, he even made things for them with his efforts, and he also tried to be the best father ever. This sorta changed when his wife died, because he began to be mentally abusive to his kids with anger and drinking too much but he only did this out of depression, he never meant to hurt them. William also got a scars from doing self harm. Sadly, William would also try to kill himself. 😕

• Will became a psycho and a murderer after being so depressed and broken to losing his wife and kids from his creations, (but the C.B situation was because he wanted to kill a child and blame henry.) William and Henry had many disagreements to the business, but Henry got more credit than Will, which made him resentful. Henry also pressured William with too much work and occupations.

• William made remnant because he was tormented about the idea of death, even though his life wasn't "fair" after everything that happened to him, he wouldn't want to have death to sum it all up. Meaning, he just wanted to be normal and happy. He never got that. Will was miserable with being misjudged, misinterpreted, and unlucky. Remnant was also made to "revive" his family, though it didn't work. (not until reunion AU) Remnant was also for youth. When William was springtrap; he started to regret things but slowly due to the ignorance of believing his life was 'unfair'' and ''everyone should suffer if I did''.

• Will mainly hated Henry, not the kids he murdered (bc he was out of his mind.) or Michael. But truly, William hated himself. The 'Old man consequences' (Red Crocidile UCN) taught William everything he did wrong, and how he should change it. Turns out, William and Glitchtrap/Burntrap, AREN'T the same. (this is terribly hard to explain) Glitch/Burntrap are just (AI Virus demon and Mimic) and/or mockery of William as his punishment for what he did. Because the real William is in hell still, (or in reunion au as a dead person w his family).

Sooo yeah! That's pretty much it and this took me soo long.

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Hi there! So, how was life during the hiatus? are you still in the same country? are you still in uni? do you have fresh cat photos? just in general, how have you been? :3 missed you!

Hello!!! I appreciate you checking in on me!

I tend to disappear during summer bc spring exams finish, then I immediately go home to the US, return to Europe only to get slammed by summer exams, and then the new school year stops. This year my September was increasingly busy because in addition to the new school year and new people moving into my building, I decided to change rooms. Nonetheless, I'm back!

During the summer, I did a lot of traveling. I briefly went back home to visit my mom, then my dad. Then I went to Spain for a family reunion. I liked Spain a lot, but unfortunately didn't connect well with my extended family. Oh well. I also visited a few friends who live in other cities. Then it was summer exam time baby. After that, it was clean up time for the building and moving to my new room. I was swamped.

Yes, I am still going to uni in the same country. I'll be finishing up my bachelors this year. Fingers crossed that the course load doesn't get too crazy. Right now I'm just focusing on meeting all the deadlines for the various group assignments we have.

My new room faces the garden. Our garden has brick walls that connects to other properties. So we have two cats that consistently crash our balconies. If I climb down the fire escape, I can even pet them :)

This black and white cat is well fed, has a nice coat, and doesn't fight too much for food. So safe to say he's well looked after and just likes to explore our garden from time to time.

Meanwhile this black cat is always in our garden, extremely affectionate but flinches away if you touch him too quickly, has no teeth, lots of dander, and very skinny. So I'm about 85% sure he's a domesticated housecat but likely neglected/abandoned/abused. Anyway I'm buying him cat food and feeding him a little bit everytime I see him. He waits until my window some days. I also don't know if he's a boy or girl.

For the past year, I have been slowly working on my mental health. It's a continuous process to improve my health and my habits. My new room helps a lot. I'm trying to fill it with plants, because those always improve my mental state. I'm also consistently going to bed before 2am and waking up before 10am (a win for me). For several weeks, I have also consistently not spent more than 30 minutes on Instagram a day.

I'm still trying to figure out how much time I want to spend on tumblr. I first joined it during the pandemic and my gap year, so I would literally hours and hours on the site. Once I was attending school and had other obligations, I became anxious that I could not devote as much time to it as I used to. Which is a bit silly in retrospect, but media consumption is a coping mechanism of mine.

It's very unlikely that I will quit tumblr entirely. After all even during my summer hiatus I was still checking the app from time to time (my huge ass queue did not come from no where). And my original intention of wanting to engage with fandoms and improve my writing still stays the same. It's more about my personal time management. So for now, I'm back and I'll be here for a while 😊

How have you been?