#would like to visit vancouver again it was FUN!

[jennacrtega]

went to vancouver this weekend for work and it was so much fun i was so happy to get some nando's

anyways very cool to cross canada off the list now new country unlocked and also skol vikings always a good day to beat the packers

[puppyeared]

is this your card? ♦️♣️♥️♠️ it isnt but you dont wanna hurt his feelings

[sunsetchicane]

i love you, i'm sorry [QH43]

quinn hughes x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k

summary: two years after breaking things off with Quinn, you find yourself going to Game 1 of Round 2 of the Playoffs, completely unprepared to see the man you still harbour feelings for.

based off of: this is loosely based off of I Love You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams

warnings: aggressive amounts of pining (like, probably annoying), two swear words, a few kisses, mentions of a breakup (so like, kinda angst? idk man), copious amounts of cheesiness, probably extremely inaccurate descriptions of the game, not great writing lol. let me know if i missed anything!

author's note: okay, i haven't written anything on here yet due to a horrendous case of writer's block and many hours of working. so, this is definitely not my best work, but it was a fun way to try move past my writing slump. i really do hope that anyone who reads this does enjoy! love, addi <3

Vancouver’s streets preserve memories well. You found that out when, even two years after things had fallen to pieces, you couldn’t go anywhere without seeing the two of you holding hands, sharing quiet laughs, and stealing kisses. You’d thought that after two years you would’ve been able to shake those memories off when they plagued your mind; but it was hard when he was plastered across banners and fans sported his jersey for half the year. 

He was making his name known throughout the NHL, and you couldn’t ignore the buzz around Quinn Hughes when the Canucks made it to the Stanley Cup Playoffs. 

After you and Quinn had broken things off, you had to find separate friend groups to belong in. The two of you had shared too many mutual friends. The group of ladies you did manage to find yourself among knew nothing about your past relationship with the captain of the Canucks. When the city was gearing up for the first round of the playoffs, even your friends couldn’t stop talking about the sport. 

You were standing outside, leaning against the railing on a BC ferry, returning from visiting family on the Island, when you received a call from your friend Lydia. You picked up without hesitation. 

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked. 

She immediately giggled, which honestly had you a little scared. “I have a surprise,” she said excitedly, the last word dragged out. 

You snorted. “Am I allowed to ask what it is?” 

“It’s a really big surprise, and you have to promise not to scream when I tell you,” she laughed, acting like a teenage girl again. It was one of the things you really did love about her – her ability to bring childlike joy with her wherever she went. 

“I promise not to scream, Lyd,” you assured her, hoping she was satisfied. 

She paused for dramatic effect, and you let her. You knew she was having fun with it. 

“We’re going to the first game of round 2 of the playoffs!” she squealed. 

Your phone nearly slipped through your fingers, almost lost to the sea. You stepped away from the railing, suddenly very glad there was no one on the deck with you. Your heart clenched in your chest. The last time you had been to a game was when you and Quinn had still been together. He wouldn’t even know you were in the crowd, but you would be painfully aware of him in the centre of the arena. 

“Okay, you’re even quieter than I thought you’d be,” Lydia commented, reminding you that there was someone on the other end of the line. 

You debated for a moment what to say. Would it best to just blurt out that you had dated Quinn Hughes and you were not exactly ready to go watch him play again? Definitely not. 

“Uh, yeah, I’m just surprised!” That wasn’t a lie. “How’d you get the tickets?” 

“My dad,” she said simply. “When I told him I wanted to go see the Canucks, he was suddenly the proudest parent in the world. You know how he is – once he gets an idea in his head, whether it’s planted there by me or not, he has to do it.” 

“Wow, that’s–that’s crazy!” you said stiffly, still unsure of how to act. 

“Yeah, and it gets better! We’re sitting right behind the Canucks’ bench!” 

You nearly choked on nothing. “What?” 

“I know, right? I don’t know how my dad managed it, but he did,” she told you, completely unaware of your stuttering heart. “Who knows, maybe we’ll catch some players’ eyes,” she joked, and you tried to force a laugh out with her. 

“Yeah, maybe.” What you didn’t add out loud was your brain screaming please no. 

After a few more minutes of chatting and you pretending to be completely sound of mind, Lydia said goodbye, telling you she would send the details soon. 

You pocketed your phone and leaned against the railing once more. You watched as the sun brushed the horizon, casting a beautiful pink against the clouds. Vancouver was getting close, and for obvious reasons, you were suddenly dreading it. You wanted to sit on the ferry until it returned to Vancouver Island. 

You sighed and rested your chin on your folded arms. You heard a faint buzzing sound above you, and lifted your eyes to the sky. A plane was coming to land at the Vancouver Airport. As it approached, you let yourself imagine it was Quinn flying back from Nashville, and you felt your heart tighten in your chest once more, because you were terrified to see him again, but also because you still missed him. Maybe you were scared to see him because you missed him. 

You dropped your forehead to your arms once more and groaned loudly, the ocean and the brightening city lights your only listening companions. 

When the morning of May 8th arrived, you found yourself unable to shake the anxiety that had made a home in your chest over the last few days. There was a tenseness in your shoulders that never left, and a squeezing at your heart that seemed relentless. 

The group chat you shared with your friends had been buzzing incessantly, the girls incredibly excited. Every now and then you made your fingers put a message out there that hopefully hid your anxieties from them. 

After much procrastination, you eventually made your way to your closet. After tugging on a simple pair of blue jeans, you reached towards the back of your closet. Your fingers closed around the unmistakable, thick material of the jersey. Taking a deep breath, you pulled it out. Your only Canucks jersey of course, had to be Quinn’s home jersey from two seasons ago. No one would know it was the jersey that he had pulled over his head before every home game. However, you knew. There was no C on the left side of the chest, and your mind was pulled back to the relationship you had shared.  

You often questioned why you and Quinn had even ended things. You missed him so much still, and you were plagued by the way you knew it had been the wrong choice. You had been growing apart as he was dealing with growing attention and expectations within his career, and a promotion at your own job had stolen your energy and attention. You had both been tired and short with one another, and eventually the tension built and had blown up in a terrible way. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to force both the guilt and continued yearning out of your busy mind. 

When Lydia texted that she and the girls were on the way to your apartment, you reluctantly pulled the jersey over your head. The sleeves covered most of your hands, and the fabric fell past your hips and part way down your thighs. You pulled on a pair of shoes and left the safe space that was your apartment, locking the door behind you. 

Rogers Arena was packed and the energy in the building made you feel like you could start vibrating. You and your friends held hands so as not to get separated. You were glad when your friends made no comment on how tightly you squeezed their hands, or how sweaty your palms might have been. 

You were made significantly more nervous when you realised that Lydia had not been exaggerating about your seats. You were sitting right behind the bench. 

The arena was filling up steadily, and you sat there in between your friends, not speaking a single word. It had been a couple years since you had been here, and while you were very nervous, the familiarity came rushing back to you and it helped to slow your fast beating heart. 

If you closed your eyes, you could imagine Quinn smiling at you from the other side of the glass, and laughing when you blew him a kiss. 

You wrapped your arms gently around yourself, the once very stiff material of the jersey now very easily shifted and manipulated. You knew it didn’t smell like him anymore, but when you let yourself get lost in the feeling of his old jersey, it was like he was right there. You were wrapped in him still, and you doubted it would ever go away. 

You were shocked out of your own thoughts when your friends, along with the rest of the fans around you, started cheering. The Canucks and the Oilers were on the ice, starting to warm up. Your eyes searched the ice quickly, and gliding easily across the ice on the opposite side of rink, was the captain, the number 43 embroidered on his jersey, just like the one you adorned. 

Your own cheeks heated up when it really hit you that you were wearing his old jersey. You weren’t together anymore; what were you thinking? He could see you– what would he think when he saw you right behind his bench, wearing the jersey he had gifted you?

You suddenly wanted to throw up more than ever. He exchanged a few words with Elias, and laughed at something his buddy had said. Your heart ached in longing once more. You had missed his laugh so much. 

Quinn now had facial hair, something he hadn’t had when he was with you. His hair was longer, peeking out from beneath his helmet. He already seemed much more grown up. He looked like a captain, something who had become used to leading his team. Quinn had always been somewhat confident in his abilities as a hockey player, but it was easy to tell that he had really gotten used to his role on the team and had come into his own over the past two years. 

The girls grabbed your hands and walked into the aisle, just to get right up to the glass. Your face burned and you tried to hide behind some of your friends. You kept your heads down and your arms folded. 

Your friends held up hats and other paraphernalia that they desperately wanted signed by players. 

“Y/N!” One of your friends practically shouted. You suddenly noticed that they had all stopped cheering. You looked up to see them parted in front of you. 

Quinn was on the other side of the glass, looking right at you. 

Your friends shoved you up the glass, giggling and squealing. You nearly ran into the glass from the force of their shoves. Quinn laughed at you, his smile exactly how you remembered it. 

He pointed at the white Canucks towel in your hands and shouted, “toss it over!” The arena was so loud you were glad he had mouthed it clearly. You hesitated but threw the towel over. With one glove off and in the other hand, he caught it. He gestured to one of your friends to throw over the Sharpie she was holding. She did gladly, happy to be included. He caught it easily and started to write quickly on the white fabric. Your heart did flips while watching him, and your hands shook with nothing to hold onto. 

He finally capped the pen and threw both the towel and marker over the glass. You struggled to catch it, but thankfully, you managed to hold onto it. You held it flat before you. 

Meet me by my car after. Usual spot. Your breath stopped slightly when you saw a rushed heart drawn next to the words. You looked back up to see him putting his glove back on. He gave you a warm smile that set you on a fire from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You took a deep breath and nodded to him. His smile widened slightly. Before he turned to skate away, you saw him mouth the words, “nice jersey.” You stuttered for a second, and he simply winked and turned. 

Your friends all screamed and crowded you, looking at the towel. 

“Usual spot? What the fuck is going on?” Lydia yelled over the noise, cackling. 

You just blushed and shook your head, returning to your seat with the towel gripped tightly in your hands. 

As the teams continued to warm up, you explained as quickly as you could that you and Quinn had once been together. Your friends, of course, were shocked but also very excited for you at the prospect of reuniting with him. You simply waved your hands in protest. 

“I don’t even know if he wants to get back together with me! He might just want to catch up or something… we’re cool now and I don’t want to mess anything up.” 

“Girl, please!” one of your friends shouted. “He drew a motherfucking heart and winked at you! Of course he wants you back.”

You all laughed and you embraced the next blush that warmed your cheeks. 

The players left the ice, and minutes later, the lights went dark. The deafening sound of nearly 19,000 people screaming almost broke your eardrums. Blue light filled the room, and you looked up to see what was playing on the large screens above you. 

You watched the intro video and let a nostalgic, giddy feeling overtake you. You couldn’t help but smile. 

The arena fell back into nearly full darkness. You heard the beginning of a familiar sound of twinkly guitar that dragged you right back to 2011. Goosebumps rose up along your skin all over your body. That was the last time the Canucks had made it to the Playoff finals, and you hoped dearly that they could get there again. The playing of Where The Streets Have No Name from their intro from 2011 made hope take hold of you.

You couldn’t help but raise your particularly special white rally towel in the air to wave alongside all of the other Canucks fans in the building. 

It had been surprisingly easy to get into the players’ parking garage. Despite it being two years since you had been in the building, you were recognized by several people, who let you walk wherever you wanted. 

Your friends had practically shoved you to go after the game, screaming after you to call them later. You had laughed and walked away, your steps lighter than they had been in a long while. 

You later found yourself standing by Quinn’s car. It was the same one he’d had when you had been together. Your hand brushed the shining hood of the car, and you could see yourself in the passenger seat, laughing at something he’d said as the two of you drove around downtown Vancouver. 

“Thank God you actually showed up.” 

You whipped around, seeing a freshly showered Quinn in sweatpants and a hoodie making his way towards you. 

You tugged on the hem of the jersey, your heart beating quicker and quicker with every step he took. 

He stopped in front of you, and when you looked up, you both spoke. 

“I love you.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. “You-what?” 

He bit his bottom lip before repeating himself. “I love you. I know it’s been two years, but-” 

“I love you, too,” you said quickly, blood roaring in your ears. “And I am so, so sorry. I never should’ve-” 

It was his turn to cut you off. “Don’t apologise, please. It’s not your fault.”

“Can you… can you please accept my apology, at least?” 

He smiled softly. “I forgive you. I’m sorry, too.” 

“I forgive you, too,” you whispered softly, your heart swelling with affection as you looked at him. You felt an intense relief flood your body. Your shoulders finally relaxed for the first time in what felt like years. He reached out and wrapped you in a warm hug. You melted into it, returning the gesture. 

“I missed you. So much,” you mumbled into his hoodie. 

One of hands gently scratched the back of your neck like he used to do. “I missed you, too.” He pulled away just enough to lean down and kiss your lips softly. Nothing had ever felt so natural. His playoff beard scratched your face and you laughed at the sensation, pulling away. 

“Not used to the beard,” you admitted, smiling widely. 

He smiled, too. “Yeah, what do you think? Should I keep it around?” 

You shrugged, leaning back into him. “Well, you’re very handsome either way.” 

“You think?” 

“Mhm. Your hair also looks very good. I like it longer like this,” you told him, ruffling his brown hair. He swatted your hand away and kissed your cheek. 

“Noted.” He looked down at me again. “Should probably get you a new jersey.” 

“Hm, you think I need the big ole C on here, Captain?” 

He shook his head, blushing. “Don’t call me that.” 

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him, bringing his head down for you to kiss. “Couldn’t help myself.” You grabbed his hands. “Congratulations on the big win, by the way.” 

“I can’t believe you came. I thought I was hallucinating or something when I saw you,” he told you honestly. 

“Well, I’m glad I came,” you admitted, running a hand through his hair. 

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” he said, smiling wider than you had seen all night. 

You laughed, feeling pure joy in your heart. “I think I might have an idea.” 

[mizgnomer]

Behind the Scenes of The Star Beast - Part Eight

Excerpts from Benjamin Cook's Star Beast Set Visit - discussing the Camden night shoots:

Is nobody here having a bad time?? WHAT'S WRONG WITH THEM? "I had a little lull earlier," admits David, "at 2AM when we were waiting to turn over- I definitely yawned, maybe twice - but then the blood starts pumping again." Wrap isn't till 3AM. David lives across town. Isn't he worried he'll wake up his family when he gets in? "Listen, the kids are at Davison's," he says (this is Fifth Doctor actor Peter Davison, who happens to be David's father-in-law), "so I'm full of beans. Oh, and sugar. Do you want some?" He's bought a churro from a market stall that's stayed open because it's very much in shot. "You can have more than that." He breaks me off a bigger piece. "The sugar rush will do you good." He offers the director [ Rachel Talalay ] some too: "Go on, Rachel, you deserve it." "Are you doing OK?" she asks him. "Yeah! Sugar! I'll move on to the Yorkie bars next. I give not a fudge at this time in the morning." He claps his hands, dusting off the sugar from his churro. "But are you OK?" "I am at this moment," she says, waving to some fans. "Tomorrow at 4:30AM I might not be. Ask me again then." "You do get a lot of love from the fans, don't you?" says David. "In a tiny way, which is just lovely. I mean, I'm not you," she says, with a laugh. "I love hearing them scream for you. But I'm not used to any of this. And… I think it's stopped raining." "OK, here we go," says Scott. "Let's go for one. Stand by then, folks…" They go for another take. And another. When I catch up with Rachel later – much later, it’s October 2023, and she’s chatting over Zoom from her home in Vancouver – we’re five weeks away from The Star Beast airing on TV. “I didn’t know quite how well the episode was working,” she says, “till my family watched an almost-finished cut. I came downstairs, and my two girls were crying. It was like, oh, OK, this does work! And on a much, much deeper level too. To have them go, ‘We knew it would be full of joy’ – which I think it is – ‘but we didn’t expect it to be so emotional,’ that was very satisfying. It was an emotional time all round.” It was. In more ways than one. Which is something that Rachel wants to talk about – here in DWM – for the first time publicly. “I think I can now,” she says, “because I’m close to two years in remission. I will be this month. Two years in remission. And Doctor Who really helped heal me. Directing Doctor Who while I was only a couple of months post-chemo.” A deep breath. “I had lymphoma,” she explains. “I’d been in chemo for seven or eight months. I wasn’t sure if I was going to survive. Then I was offered The Star Beast. I thought, I’ve got to do this. I didn’t tell anybody I was sick. I hadn’t told anybody except very close family. And I didn’t tell anyone on Doctor Who till I was there long enough to say, ‘Look, I’m well enough, so I don’t want you worried about me.’ Because, frankly, I don’t know that they’d have wanted to hire someone who might not have made it through the shoot. I totally get that. That’s fair enough. [...] “I could not have been surrounded by a more supportive crew,” says Rachel. “The best crew in the world. When I realised, it’s all night shoots, I thought, oh god, and I’m two months post-chemo. But that crew – David especially – made those night shoots so fun. It’s weird now, because I look back at the pictures – like that lovely one of me and David you published last issue – and that was my chemo hair. I was just getting my hair back. But I got healthier and healthier, stronger and stronger, as the shoot went on. When I got back to Canada, the doctor said, ‘You’re a poster child for how well someone can do after chemo. This is what people are capable of.’ “But it’s just what you do,” she reflects, “isn’t it? – when you love Doctor Who in your heart so much. There was no better place for me than Doctor Who.”

Additional parts of this set are in the #whoBtsBeast tag. The full episode list is [ here ]

[mommahughes19-23]

I was woken up for this... - Q.H/E.E

@shaylynnh : I was woken up by Ethan at 6am to Quinn in a blowup pig suit.... the only good thing about visiting my brothers is the free food and bev 🍾🍾

tagged : @edwards.93 @jackhughes @lhughes_06 @sethjarvis_ @dylanduke25 @_quinnhughes

location : all over jerseyyyy

_quinnhughes : wtf I told you NOT to post that pic🤨😡

↪ shaylynnh : and I told YOU not to bully my man while we were there and yet here we are 🫸🏻🫸🏻🫸🏻🫸🏻

bboeser : the 3rd pic is what you send to Ellen and the 6th one is what you send to Ethan lolol

zadorov_16 : uncle nikita approves of this message🤘🏻🤘🏻

eliaspettersson : AHHHHHHHHHH YOURE 19 YOU CANT DRINK

↪ shaylynnh : im older than all my brothers what are you saying to me sir

kuzya_096 : ah yes this American party looks fun!😝😝

tdemko30 : youre nails change a lot... how

↪ shaylynnh : I get bored idk

dakotajoshua8 : dang Quinny sis is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

↪ ilyamikheeve66 : idk if you should say that under his sisters post

arturssilovs1 : come visit Vancouver more next season!

↪ shaylynnh : will you buy me food ?

↪ arturssilovs1 : duh

lindholmelias : im confused and entertained at the same time ...

colemcward : family goals 🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒

_tylermyers_ : captain Quinn everyone🫡

connor.garland8 : im uncomfortable

soucy71 : what is this

katepettersen_ : YOURE FITS ARE SOOOOO CUTE OMG🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

elblue6 : You better be behaving for your brothers miss

↪ shaylynnh : IM OLDER THAN THEM MOM WHAT !??

colecaufield : ahahahahahahahahahahahahahah not momma hughes throwing shade

jackhughes : go home then

lhughes_06 : dont be disrespectful to Quinn hes coping

nicohischier : I miss you guys

dawson1417 : this is chaotic as fuck

pally_18 : o my

john.marino97 : hughesyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

jesperbratt : 🫦

tmeier96 : 🤯

tofff73 : 🕺🕺🕺

curtislazar95 : youre wearing real clothes for once good job!!!

akiraschmid93 : cant wait to see you again !!!

holtz_10 : so ur a sports fan huh

dougieham : this is like that Hannah Montana suit life that's so raven mashup in photo form

naterbastian : blep

reannelazar : come see me next time youre here!! the boys always love seeing you and Ethan !

kristen.haula : AH WE NEEEED TO GO SHOPPING TOGETHER ASAP !

kevinbahl88 : jack lives , glad to see

sethjarvis_ : nice to see you guys!!

kayleighdocherty_ : THATS LEGIT MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND OMG OMG OMG

luca.fantilli : my otp

edwards.73 : love love love you

rutgermcgroarty : I miss you Ethan @edwards.93

nolan_moyle : bring Ethan back now !!

taylorbrindleyy : ahhhhhhhhh

kennedygauthier : OMG YESS GIRL

alyssa_duke : stunning

dylanduke25 : thanks for RUINING guys night

↪ shaylynnh : 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

franknazar14 : dang lil hughes isn't so little anymore

↪ shaylynnh : IVE NEVER BEEN LIL HUGHES

jacob_truscott20 : this is neat

cuttergauthier : o

adamfantilli : I would have liked an invite

↪ shaylynnh : too bad

g.brindley4 : I like ur hoodie

seamuscasey36 : oop

A.N :

ok hi , idk if the tags I did are accurate but that's who I think the people are so love u lots .... hope u like :D

tags : @skylershines @quinnylouhughesx43 @noahkahansorangejuice

[rhysintherain]

Top 5 archaeological sites in your province

Well, I hope everybody's settled in for an illustrated archaeology infodump, because this one got long...

But thanks for asking, this was fun to put together.

1. Tse'k'wa (Charlie Lake Cave)

Partly because I worked there as a field school TA. Also because it's one of The Coolest sites. Look up the raven burials, they're incredible. Basically it's a rock shelter overlooking a filled in ravine used by Clovis-ish peoples moving north through the ice-free corridor 12,000 years ago. Our work there was looking at the top of the hill above, where the activity might be more recent. This is the home of the northernmost Clovis point in existence, among many other cool artefacts.

It's a very cool place, and you can usually visit if you call ahead and use the driveway instead of the unauthorised path up the bank.

2. Keatley Creek

This site might be the closest thing to a precontact interior plateau city we'll ever find. The house pits are so close together they almost overlap in places. A community this size was possible because of Keatley Creek's prime location on the Fraser salmon run and the nephrite jade celt industry across BC (think like axe blades and chisels, etc.) that they supplied with top quality material. A disaster that impacted the salmon run is probably why the site was abandoned, but they left behind lots of evidence of the good times for us to find.

Here's the site in modern times courtesy of Simon Fraser University:

And this is the inside of a modern reconstruction Lillooet pithouse like the ones those depressions used to be:

3. Hagwilget Canyon

There hasn't been a ton of work done on this site, but oral histories document it as a key trade hub in precontact BC. People from all over the northwest would come to the canyon to trade and socialise annually. And, with all those people moving through, you needed proper infrastructure, such as:

The first (and best, if you ask me) Hagwilget Canyon Bridge.

And here's the new one, in case you need context for how massive a crossing this really was:

This thing was built before white people arrived, from natural materials, and stuck around for generations. It was an incredible feat of engineering, and I'm so glad somebody thought to get pictures.

4. Kilgii Gwaay (Haida Gwaii)

This is a cool site for a bunch of reasons. It's about 10,000 years old. It was occupied before cedar was well established on BC's coast. It was only occupied for about 50 years. It's a wet site with amazing preservation. It's been under the ocean for most of its history.

Once upon a time there were people who lived on a nice little patch of shore between a pond and the sea. They fished in the ocean and hunted bears and drove wooden posts into the ground to make their homes and drying racks. They made stone tools. And then the water came up, slow but unrelenting, and made them leave. The grandparents who held little kids hands as they walked away were probably the people who had first picked this place as a home. Everything we know about them came from the short time they lived there and the things they left behind.

And then the water covered it, and kept bones and tools and wood stakes safe for ten millennia. Only luck and climate and geology working together made it possible for us to find it again. It's like a tiny, perfect Atlantis. I wonder how many generations after heard stories about the village the sea took back.

5. Vancouver Island Petroglyphs

Had to have at least one hometown hit on this list, right? There's rock art all over the place in BC, but some of the ones on the Island are phenomenal. They're pictures carved into rock faces, sometimes flat, sometimes vertical. They tend to heavily feature mythical creatures.

Here's some from Petroglyph Park near Nanaimo:

I like the chalk additions. You can't really damage carvings ground into bedrock and exposed to the elements for hundreds of years with sidewalk chalk, so why not let kids be kids?

This is the petroglyph wall at Sproat Lake Park:

There's a dock set up in front of the wall to view the pictures. They must have been very cool to see from a canoe before the dock went in. Here's a close-up of some of the creatures:

And here's a really big seal near Sooke, BC. Haven't seen this one personally, but it looks amazing:

[sara78]

Family don't end in blood - chapter 9

Summary: Jensen stumbles into a familiar, but not-so-loveable face and learns how far and how bad things can go for him, his friends and his family, including Y/N. Everyone is alarmed and has to work together if they want to stay as safe as possible

Word count: 5,000 and some more

Warnings: Scary situations, angst, mentioned death/murder (nothing major but SKIP IF IT TRIGGERS YOU), angst, SO MUCH DRAMA

Transcription - Y/M/N: Your mother's name ; Y/H/C: Your home country

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x foster!daughter reader

A/N: Whoops...

3rd person POV

After meeting with Jensen's and Danneel's lawyer most of the things got cleared up.

Y/N's mother must be working with Jane. Disowning a child is a felony in the US, therefore when she got disowned there would have been absolutely zero records of it here in the States, but Jane had no trouble finding Y/N and obviously scaring her and everyone else to death.

They also found out that Jane is in the dirty part of CPS. Just what they heard she did to some kids made shivers run down their spines and they definitely didn't want to see that woman ever again. But, since she is probably working with Y/N's mother, she won't be able to get a hold of warrants for forcefully taking Y/N away for a long time, maybe she never gets them in the first place. And that made everyone sleep a little easier at night.

What had all three of them a bit under the weather was the fact that pushing Jensen and Danneel into the foster care system will take much more effort and it might not be doable. There were too many things to do and some people are corrupted enough to just fuck people off for no good reason. This time, the reason was the supposed publicity Jensen and Danneel wanted that came with adopting a child. Which was of course pure bullshit. But then, how do you explain that to someone?

But as of now, Y/N's been staying with Jensen. They flew back to Vancouver to finish filming for the season, second semester of high school started for Y/N and she really didn't have a lot of time to worry about the whole disowning thing. She couldn't care less if she was being honest.

Jensen's POV

I was waiting outside a pizzeria, getting some fresh air while waiting for my order to be done. I wanted to surprise Y/N with her favorite pizza and a shake, as I knew she has a documentary to watch in her history class which she enjoys and she could use a little dinner beforehand.

I was looking around the dimly lit streets that led to where I stood. This part of Vancouver isn't always crowded, but in the evenings, just like this, a lot of teenagers and grown-ups walked around these parts, in search of some good fun or just a place to grab a bite and hang out in.

Until I saw a face that made my blood boil.

The first person my mind went to was Y/N. I had to act quick, so I dialed Jared,

"Jared, Poughkeepsie."

"Poughkeepsie? What?"

"Poughkeepsie. Now," I ordered sternly as I ended the call, seeing the face walk up to me and tug me for my sleeve,

"You and I need to have a little chat," Y/N's mother spoke as she pulled me to an alley behind the pizzeria. I followed her, not planning to make a scene in a more or less crowded street,

"You need a little visit to the mental ward but here the fuck we are," I growled back, "What the fuck do you want?"

"I want Y/N," she said, slamming me against a wall,

"I told you this weeks ago and I'll repeat now - you won't go near her ever again."

"Now, now, you can already tell how big of a waste she is, how worthless and stupid she is. How about you drop that little game of yours and we can talk the real shit. We could both benefit really well if we work together."

"I don't have to drop any games because I'm not playing," I said, getting into her face, "I'm not faking a thing when it comes to that child."

"I could give you money," she said, making me huff a smile, "She'll get her master's and doctorate in 10 years tops and I'll give you a part of her paycheck. Don't tell me you don't want some money, just to be safe if your job ever goes to shit."

"And I'd rather die than work with you, so I'll happily reject your sick offer and whatever sick game you have planned in your twisted mind."

"I don't have a problem with you dying," she laughed evilly, "Especially if I get to be the one end you. So, choose wisely."

"You're insane," Jensen breathed, "Why can't you just let her go? She's old enough to have her own life. She's done with you to the point where she won't even sue you for everything you did to her. Just go back to Y/H/C and forget about her. Let her go."

"I am either leaving here with her or I die. I do not accept failure."

"What was your point?" I asked, "In disowning her. We know you work with Jane. I know that was some poor attempt from your side to take her in with a fake name on you or something. We know many things you think we don't. We can put two and two together and we're not stupid, especially not Y/N. But then, you would know that. She's everything you never were. And now, you're nothing without her. And that hurts a whole lot, doesn't it?"

Y/M/N had no problem kicking me in the stomach, making me double over but I managed to push her away, not wanting to attack her but just to defend myself. But something shifted in the way she looked at me after that punch. Something told me that she was scared, that she didn't expect us to put things together and read her master plan as easily as we did. Hell, she probably counted on us not even thinking of it.

"Oh, how sad," she mimicked, "Poor Y/N, always being the victim. What other lies did she feed you with? How awful of a mother I am? Or how she didn't have a daddy to love her?"

"Yeah, she told me all about that," I huffed as I leaned against the wall again, "She told me how he never loved you. And you punished her for it even though it wasn't her fault. She never cared about the man. She, a ten-year-old child, went over a stupid, worthless man. But you never did. I think that should tell you a thing or two about maturity and all. I know heartbreaks are hard, but there was no reason to punish Y/N. She didn't do anything wrong in the whole situation."

"She existed!" Y/M/N exclaimed, "She ruined me!"

"You could have ended her existence," I spoke, gulping, "You could have aborted. But you didn't. Instead, you made this master plan where you make her into a robot and try to get revenge or whatever you thought you were gonna get. But you ran into a little problem, a little flaw. Me. And, well, you didn't expect Y/N to act the way she did. That's definitely why you're chasing her now. You didn't see it coming and it's killing you and you can't explain yourself to all those people you brag to about how amazing your daughter is."

"As I said, I have no problem with killing you. Her too. So, are we going to work together or are you going to die? Or is it gonna be her who's gonna die? You pick."

"I'll take the rain check," I smirked, knowing she was bluffing. She didn't have a weapon on her. I couldn't spot one, with how light she was dressed, "Maybe some other time."

"You have a family," she spoke up as I walked away. I froze, turning around, anger flailing,

"You don't want to do that."

"Ooh, how scary you are. Who is it going to be, Y/N or your family? I saw how cute your boy is. Shame to shoot that little smile."

"You can't cross the border," I smiled at her, "You can't hurt them. You're a wanted fugitive. No fake names can rub out how ugly you are."

"Well, as much as I'd like to hurt them with my own hands, you're right about that. But then, I have my ways."

"If you try to come at them, there's going to be one big difference in who's chasing you down."

"Oh really? And what is that, sweetie?"

"Y/N," I said, "She doesn't want to have anything with you. But, see, there's something very important about her that you never seemed to notice about her - she loves. She has a big heart that loves with all it has."

"What the fuck are you talking about!?" she exclaimed, making me smile,

"Nothing. Just pointing out something obvious about your daughter that you should have known by now. Now, if you excuse me, I have to get dinner and go back to the set," I said, walking away. As soon as I made it to the street, I hid behind the first object I found, seeing Y/M/N walking away furiously in the opposite direction, where the set was located. I gulped, taking a deep breath before going to the pizzeria.

As I walked out of the pizzeria I could finally answer my phone which went crazy as soon as I ended the call with Jared.

"Dude, for fucks sake! What the hell is going on?!" Jared's worried voice rang on the other end,

"Are you at my place?"

"No, but Misha was there already. I asked him to stay until you come back. What is going on?"

"Y/M/N found me."

"She-are you hurt?!"

"No," I breathed, "I'll be at your place in a few."

I'm greeted with a big moose hug as soon as the door to Jared's apartment flew open. I returned it before entering the apartment, looking around for a second before slamming the door shut and locking them fully,

"Dude, you're white as a sheet," Jared said, guiding me to the couch, "Sit down, breathe. Here," he made a few long steps to his kitchen and gave me a bottle of cold water, "Drink."

"Thanks," I breathed, gulping down the content of it,

"Are you sure you're not hurt?" Jared asked and I nod,

"She hit me in the stomach but nothing bad."

"Fuck, she's been here this whole time," Jared gulped, "What did she want?"

"To persuade me into working with her to get Y/N. Probably bring Y/N back to Y/H/C. I didn't even let her spit out the entire thing. I got sick by just looking at her."

"She's really a stubborn bitch."

"Yeah," I breathed, looking up to Jared, "She threatened."

"She what?"

"Murder," I whispered, "Murder me, Y/N, take your pick."

"What?!" Jared exclaimed, "Is she out of her fucking mind?! Jensen, you have to get security for Danneel and the kids. Cliff will have you and Y/N covered here. And we have to report her too."

"I'll fly Danneel and the kids here," I whispered, "I can't sleep without them all here."

"But the kids are in school," Jared frowned, "And if Y/M/N sees them-"

"I'll think of something. Dee will think of something," I gulped, grabbing my phone, noticing how shaky my hands are, "Fuck. They gotta pack and leave as soon as possible. They might be able to make it by tomorrow morning if they can catch a plane tonight. When I have them within arms reach we will discuss further into their safety."

"Yours too," Jared added, "I'll call Cliff and have him send someone he trusts over to follow Dee and the kids to the airport and Gen to help. Jensen, look at me," Jared tried, making me look up at him, "Everything will be okay."

"Yeah. Yeah," I nod, "Just, be fast. I... I gotta get back to Y/N. She must be worried by now."

"Did Y/M/N follow you here?" Jared asked and I shook my head,

"I told her I'm going back to set."

"Okay. Misha is with Y/N, don't worry. I'll tell him to let her know you'll be late and he'll keep her safe until we make it there."

Not 10 minutes later, Jared and I set everything up. Danneel will fly with the kids over tonight and Cliff and me will pick them up tomorrow morning.

I had to take a quick shower and gather my shit together before going back to Y/N. When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror I now understood why Jared told me I look white like a sheet.

I shook my head, turning on the faucet. She can't see me scared. She can't know any of what happened tonight. I washed my face, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.

She's gonna be so scared and she might run away again and this isn't downtown Austin and Y/M/N is here too. I can't risk her knowing what went down tonight.

"Hey, Dee and the kids are on the way to the airport. Cliff's friend and Gen are following them. Dee's gonna let us know when they board it and what their arrival time is," Jared informed me as I left the bathroom,

"Okay, yeah, sounds good," I nod, taking a deep breath,

"We should go to Y/N now. Misha is worried too probably."

"Y/N can't know," I spoke up, Jared frowning,

"What? What do you mean, Y/N can't know? Jensen, her mother-"

"I know what she did and that's the exact reason why she can't know," I said, "I'll tell Dee to lie to her, to tell her that there was a problem with the house in Austin and they had to leave here until it's fixed. She simply can't know, brother."

"Jensen, I don't think it's smart to hide this from her."

"I don't want her to run away again!" I yelled out, tears welling in my eyes,

"Jens, hey," Jared walked up to me, giving me a hug, "Brother, she's not going to run away again. She promised me."

"She-she promised me too," I whispered, Jared breaking the hug,

"See? She's not gonna do it again. I know you trust her."

"But I-I don't know what would happen if she found out. What if-what if she tries to find her and turns herself in? Jared, she'd rather suffer than have any of us in danger. I know the lengths she's ready to go to protect the ones she loves. Especially if she heard... "

"Heard what?"

"Her mother said I have a cute little boy," I breathed, "She threatened to kill Zeppelin. If she were to hear that she'd go rampage and hunt her down. She loves that kid more than she loves herself."

"Brother, first of all, she loves you too more than she loves yourself and second of all, no matter who she threatened to kill, Y/N would go rampage. Now, I get what you're saying, but we must be honest with her. Whatever went down, she has to know. She trusts us, more importantly, she trusts you. You have to be honest with her. In this moment you're everything she has. And I am sure she won't try and do anything stupid again. She learned some things that night back in Austin. We gotta trust her to make the right calls and I trust her. I know you trust her too and this is just your fears taking over, which is totally fine, but lying won't solve anything. Come on brother. You're not alone. We'll win this together. Let's go now."

"She can't see I'm scared," I whispered,

"That's bullshit," Jared spoke up, "She's already seen you scared and there's nothing, absolutely nothing you should be ashamed of. She's your kid."

"Exactly. She's my kid. I'm supposed to be strong for her."

"I'd very gladly kick your ass right now," Jared sighed, "She's not gonna think any less of you if she sees you scared, Jens. Showing her this version of yourself, you're sending her a quiet 'I trust you'. She's not a little kid either. There's no reason to lie to her. In any way."

Your POV

You didn't expect to see Misha in your doorway but you surely didn't mind his company. He's a crackhead but also a teddy bear.

You saw him frown at the phone a few times but he didn't mention anything, so you let it be, knowing that if it was something important he'd tell you.

At some point he told you that Jensen will probably run a bit late because he had to do a few things on top of filming. You shrugged your shoulders, knowing that happened sometimes, and you were in his shoes quite a few times.

So, here he is, sitting next to you on the couch as you both watched the documentary in your history class.

As the class ended, the door to the apartment unlocked and you smiled as you turned around and saw Jensen and Jared enter the apartment. Jared carried some pizza, and Misha immediately jumped from the couch, helping him, but you couldn't miss Jensen's pale, scared face.

Jensen couldn't miss the frown you made and he's fast to make a few long steps and give you a bone-crushing hug. You returned it, letting him hug you for as long as he needed to.

When he let go, Jared was the next one to give you a hug and you now found this behavior rather suspicious. The three sat down on the couch and you came up to them and found a spot right next to Jensen,

"Guys. What's going on here?" you asked, looking at everyone for a few seconds before locking your eyes on Jensen, "First, Mish just comes in and makes weird faces at his phone, then you're late from filming and then Jare shows up with you. Is something wrong?" Jensen gulped, looking down.

Chills ran down your spine.

"Did she hurt you?" you asked but Jensen kept quiet, "Did she hurt Dee or the kids?" he didn't respond, "ANSWER ME!" you yelled out, abruptly standing up.

"No," Jensen's voice was quieter than a whisper and you could have missed it if you weren't looking at him. The way he hunched over himself and made himself as small as possible didn't give you any good feelings. You slapped Jared's hand off as he was biting his nails and he smiled sadly at you. You kept looking him in the eye, waiting for some sort of words to come out, to tell you something, anything that Jensen hid so well, but Jared shook his head. He didn't want to tell you. He wanted Jensen to be the one to tell you.

So, you sat down on the ground, facing Jensen as you crossed your legs and made yourself as small as possible, finally being able to see his face. He gulped, just looking at you and you nudged his leg gently,

"Jense. What happened?"

"She found me."

You froze, but took a deep breath,

"She hurt you, didn't she?" you asked, standing up and pushing Jensen to sit straight, "Where?" you asked but Jensen shook his head. You grabbed the collar of his hoodie, "Jense. Where?"

"She didn't hurt me," he whispered. You looked to Jared who didn't say anything, again.

"Then what did she say? What did she want?" you asked, letting go of Jensen's collar,

"You don't want to know," he whispered,

"I very much want to know," you responded, "Come on. Talk to me. You're upset and scared. Did she threaten to kill me?"

"Amongst other things," he whispered,

"What other things?" you asked,

"Uh, can we go back for a second to the part where she said she's going to kill you?" Misha pointed out but you shook your head,

"No. I don't care about that right now. At least not until I hear the rest."

"She said I have a pretty son," he whispered, finally looking up to your eyes,

"She..." you gulped, grabbing your phone, "I gotta call Dee. Jare, ask someone Cliff trusts to guard their home. I-"

"They're flying here," Jared spoke up, "Dee and the kids. They boarded the plane half an hour ago."

"Fuck," you breathed, "Fucking fuck. I told you," you said as you began to pace around the room, "I told you that you'll be in danger if you kept me. See, now she's threatening Zeppelin! If she just thinks about threatening you too I'm going to find her and kill her and I don't care about the sentence I get."

"Jensen," Jared warned, making you look to him and see Jensen shake his head in a negative answer, a tear rolling off the bridge of his nose, his head still bowed down. It took you a moment before you realized why Jared had that reaction,

"She threatened you too, didn't she?" you whispered, "She threatened to hurt you."

"Kiddo, please," Jensen breathed as he stood up and came up to you, getting a hold of your shoulders, "Please, don't..."

"She didn't say she was gonna kill you, did she?"

"It doesn't matter what she said."

"She said she's gonna kill you," you whispered.

You didn't know what to do.

Your mind kept going to running away, but you promised. You promised Jensen and Jared not to do that again. You can't break their hearts, the trust they have in you.

But then the face Jensen sported hit you like a train and the only thing you thought of in that given moment was to slam your body into his, squeezing him into a tight hug.

You felt his arms wrap around you and you shook your head as tears began to fall and the threats kept repeating in your head. You could hear her say it, you could hear her say it in every language she knew, in every expressive way she had up her dirty sleeve. You could see her, clear as day, as she spoke those words, as she threatened to kill two people you loved more than yourself.

"She-she can't kill you. She-she can't hurt Zepp or-or anyone else," you began, not even knowing how long did the silence last, "I-I have to give her what she wants."

Jensen's arms only wrapped tighter around you and you could feel his head shake in a negative answer by the way he leaned his chin on the top of your head,

"Not in hell you're doing that," Misha spoke up, "She's gonna have to go through all of us if she wants to get you."

"That's the exact problem I have!" you yelled out, breaking Jensen's hold, "I don't care about what she's got planned for me. What I have nightmares about all the fucking time is her hurting all of you! Because she knows I hurt the most when people I love hurt. She knows me, Misha! And she has no problem with killing anyone if it meant that she's gonna get her hands on me. I'm not willing to sacrifice any of you or the kids. If she wants me that bad then she will get me."

"No!" Jared exclaimed, "We never thought about the fact that she might be bluffing, or something else."

"She's not bluffing," you breathed, "You don't know her. She's insane. Insane enough to kill. She's killed before. And I don't want you to die."

"She killed before?" Jensen breathed and you gulped,

"I can't say for sure but I think she could have saved my grandpa when he was dying," you turned to look at Jensen whose eyes were glued on you, "And that little fact, that's why we can't keep this up anymore."

"We can," he whispered, "We can and we will. Just don't leave."

"Jensen, I have to."

"No you don't," he breathed, "Maybe Jared's right. Maybe she's bluffing. To scare us, to scare you. To make you come to her. She's a master manipulator."

"I... I don't know what to believe anymore," you whispered, running your hands through your hair, "It's the safest option we have right now."

"Do you trust us?" Misha spoke up and you moved your look to him, "Trust Jared, me?" you nod, "Trust your dad?" you nod again, "Then trust us when we tell you that everything will be okay. It might hurt a whole lot and it might take a while to get to that point, but we're gonna get to the point where everything is okay. You just have to trust us."

"Do you think it's worth it?" you asked, looking down, "All this? For me? For a stupid human?"

"You're my kiddo. Not a stupid human," Jensen whispered, giving you a warm hug, "No matter how old you get, no matter what it says on a stupid piece of paper, no matter what tomorrow brings. You're worth everything."

"Your real family is in danger because of me."

"You didn't tell your mother to kill them, did you?" Misha asked and you violently shook your head when Jensen let you go, "Then how is it your responsibility?"

You were about to respond but Jensen's phone rang. He looked at it, seeing Rich's phone number,

"Take it," you whispered, looking at Misha who nod, walking away to another room with Jensen. You stayed behind with Jared.

"She took it too far," you whispered, "I don't care if she were to kill me. But she threatened my dad and my baby brother. What do I do?" you asked Jared, tears quietly rolling down your cheeks, "He's so scared. Mom too, for sure. You and Mish too. Fuck me, I'm scared. How do I make this right? How do I fix this?"

"Stay here with us and keep up with your promise," he reminded you and you nod, gulping, "Mish and I will stay the night here. Cliff's on his way, he'll stay alert and we can all get some sleep. Stay with Jensen for me. Please."

Misha walked out of the room and towards you, giving you a warm hug for a few moments before nodding you to Jensen's room. You nod, walking away quietly,

"There's some of Jensen's shirts in the dryer. Help yourself."

"Don't worry about us," Jared smiled, "Night, munchkin."

"Night, angel," Misha added,

"Night guys. And thanks."

You walked into Jensen's room, to where he was sitting, at the side of the bed, his head leaning against his palms, his elbows digging into his knees. You moved his arms away and hugged him tightly, Jensen returning it immediately. Your heart shattered at the sob he let out, taking you back to that night in Austin from a few months back and the aftermaths you faced.

"Don't run away," Jensen whispered as he clutched the back of your shirt and you shook your head, "I'll do everything. Just don't run away."

"I promised not to do that again. I want to leave, but only if you know and agree, which doesn't seem to be the case right now."

"Please, don't," he choked out, "Please."

"I won't. I'm staying here, with you."

"We-we just have to stick together," he murmured, "Just stay close to each other and we'll be safe. No way she's getting her hands on any of us - hey, shhh," he shushed you as you sobbed.

You knew the stunt with running away you pulled a few months back hurt Jensen, but you didn't know he was this scared of you running away again. And that, as a cherry on top of this shitshow of a cake, just made you lose it altogether,

"She's not going to hurt us. Y/N, look at me. Please, look at me," he begged and you had to do as told, meeting his swollen, red eyes, "I know how much you love us. You might not say it with words but knowing that you're ready to sacrifice your life to protect us tells me more than you think. I know how much you love us and I assure you, she's not gonna hurt me or Zeppelin."

"He's just an innocent kid," you whispered, "And you didn't ask to be a part in any of this."

"Hey, you said it yourself," Jensen sniffled, tugging at the sleeve of his hoodie and wiping your tears, "You said it yourself, she knows how to get to you. She didn't have a weapon. She dragged me into an alley but all she did was hit me in the stomach once. She threatened to kill me right there but she didn't have a weapon."

"She has one back in Y/H/C. What if she brought it in?"

"There's no way she could have," Jensen shook his head, "Only weapon she could get is a kitchen knife."

"That's more than enough to harm people."

"That's not the point I'm trying to make," he said, "I'm trying to tell you that she's not going to hurt us because she's bluffing. She didn't have balls to hit me again. She retracted as soon as I pushed her away. She was scared. I told her we're not as stupid as she takes us for and something in her expression changed and she became more reserved."

"She's not scared, just waiting to bait you. If you were to make a move, she'd report you to the police. And that would throw all of your work to get into the foster care system down the drain and she'd win."

"Well, she's got nothing to report me for because I just gently pushed her away in self-defense. She's not going to hurt us and she's not going to win. Dee and the kids will be here until this all is sorted out and until you become an Ackles."

"You know that might not happen."

"It will happen one way or another. Besides, I don't care what a stupid paper says. You're an Ackles and that's a done deal," Jensen said, finally breaking a soft smile, "We're gonna win. We're scared and that's okay. And what we feel is okay too and there's no shame in that. But we'll win. Just like Mish said. It might take a while, it might hurt, but we will win."

"I love you," you whispered, going to hug him again, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, kiddo," he said, squeezing you tight to his chest, "She's not gonna get us. She doesn't have one important thing."

"What?"

"Love," he smiled, kissing your temple. "She isn't driven by love. She might as well stick her money, fame, and insults where the Sun shines. Love will win. Always."

"Thank you," you said, burrowing your head into his shoulder, "For everything you do."

"There's nothing to thank me for, kiddo. It's my job to protect you."

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @crasmuna ONCE AGAIN, HERE'S A BELATED BDAY PRESENT FROM ME TO YOU (don't kill me pls (but then if you do you won't find out what happens hehe)) SINCE YOU LIVE SO FUCKING FAR AWAY AND I CAN'T GIFT YOU AN ACTUAL PRESENT AND GIVE YOU A HUG. Thanks for being there for me and keep being the amazing human being you are!!! Oh, also, we're in our 20s, when are we talking about options for nursery homes?

[disappearinginq]

I started watching a new CW show on a whim, and I am pleasantly surprised - Wild Cards. It has a lot of fun tropes used well between the two main characters Max and Ellis and it takes place in Canada - I would say which city, except I don't know skylines that well, but it has a water front, and I'm just going to say Vancouver or Toronto because those cities seem like the US's versions of NYC and LA - any and all shows take place in or around them.

Anyway. Ellis is the Grumpy and Tall and Max is the Happy and Smol of the duo - Ellis is a disgraced police officer who got bumped from detective to marine patrol, and Max is a con artist and thief. It's very much reminding me of White Collar, and they wind up having to work together because she helps him out solving a high profile crime. Because of their success, brass makes them an offer - if they can work together, they'll reinstate Ellis as a detective, and Max stays out of prison.

Admittedly, we are 1 episode in, but I CARE NOT. Things that I love in no particular order:

Max is not a male written character with a female cast in the role. She is fun and bubbly and charming and sweet and relies heavily on the fact that all of these things help distract marks, and lets her get out of a lot of trouble. Because she's so friendly and nice, she gets people almost immediately at ease - even people she's been known to scam like her. The people who arrest her like her. The cops in the bullpen like her. Even Ellis, who doesn't seem to like anyone at all, begrudgingly respects her.

Ellis is grumpy, and for a good reason. Actually, a couple good reasons. But instead of him being the only honest cop in a group of corrupt ones, he's the one suspected to be a dirty cop from an undercover gig, which went badly, and why he got busted down to marine patrol.

Zero Daddy issues for Max. Again, I admit, it's been one episode, BUT she visits him twice in prison (he's also criminally inclined) and he is more than happy to help her out, and that includes finding out Ellis's background to make sure she's not in more trouble than she thinks she is. Prison sentence aside, it seems like a solid Father/Daughter relationship (though it does make me think of the skit "I would be proud of my daughter no matter what. She could be a serial killer - "nine victims in total" - "excuse me? Nine that you know of").

Even though Ellis is cranky, he covers for Max even though it gets him in trouble instead of her in front of his superiors and his co-workers. He also just rolls with whatever bizarre scenario she's come up with for their cover - "I'm a Russian princess, and you're my pretty but clueless boy toy/goat yoga instructor" and the most he'll do is make a face, and then commit to the part.

Even though I am 100% positive this is going to be a romance between Ellis and Max, they're starting off with Mutual Respect for one another as people rather than just finding each other hot. I think Max looks at Ellis like "this is my poor little meow meow doom cloud " and Ellis is like "this is my emotional support extrovert." [two of my other favorite tropes]

They use a lot of tropes well - Ray of Sunshine and Grumpy Cat partners, Criminal and Cop as Partners, Criminal with Heart of Gold, Hidden Emotional Injury, Opposites Attract, etc.

Anyway - police procedural mixed with White Collar vibes. So far, recommend.

[moldygreenblue]

All Alone

IMPORTANT NOTES: There is implied racism and implied period-typical racism (late 1970s/1980s period because I headcanon so), mainly in the second half of the fic.

[Know that if eternity dies out]

It’s not every day Rina can spend a day with her Uncle Ryutaro. More often than not, he’s always flying back and forth between Winnipeg and Vancouver for work. But whenever there’s a day he can stay around, they always have a great time together.

It’s too bad Grand-Mère’s goonies have to follow them though.

Rina isn’t sure why Grand-Mère’s goonies watch over them, hawking around in the distance. Uncle Ryutaro was family before he married Duchess Sabine. Uncle Ryutaro was family before Duchess Sabine became Mother; aunt is the proper term for her and Rina’s relationship, but she insisted to be call Mother, for it would be Rina who will inherit the Duchy of Winnipeg.

She should ask Grand-Mère about it one day. Or Mother. Or Uncle Ryutaro himself. But today is not that day. Today, Rina will have fun with Uncle Ryutaro. And today’s a special day. They’re in the City (by the Bay), visiting Mother. Mother is still sadly attending a meeting with the Count. So, for the time being, it’s just her and Uncle Ryutaro, spending the afternoon together.

Again, it’s too bad Grand-Mère’s goonies have to follow them. Rina wouldn’t have even known they existed if it wasn’t for Uncle Ryutaro pointing them out to her one day. He always calls them kurokos; the ‘invisible’ stagehands clad in black. Only they’re not, at least not to Rina.

“Uncle Ryutaro! Look!” Rina quickly takes her uncle’s hand, and drags him to the inaccurate distant solar system model, inside the Milky Way Galaxy exhibit. Rina can hear the necklace Uncle Ryutaro wears jingling around.

Going to the Titania Space and Science Center is what Rina can call a special treat. Back home, Rina loves looking at the constellations and planets through her telescope. Grand-Mère is constantly telling her that she’s wasting the night away with an impractical hobby, but Uncle Ryutaro and Mother says she’s simply traveling the galaxy in a pure safe matter.

Rina drags Uncle Ryutaro until they reach the end of the solar system, where an inaccurate size model of planet Pluto stands. The model is reddish brown, and there’s a unique feature that she never saw in other solar system models back home: it has a small heart shape region.

Rina briefly looks up at her uncle, and stares at his necklace. His necklace is like any normal necklace with metal beads. But what stands out most to Rina is that it has a key. It’s a silver key that has a heart shape bow and wing shape shoulders. Rina looks back at the model, and sighs dreamily, holding her hands together with a smile. “Aww. Pluto has a heart, just like your key! It would be cool if Pluto does have a heart shape region on her surface.”

Uncle Ryutaro crouches down slightly, so the two of them are on the same eye level. He then clutches the key. “That would be something. Of course, we’ll only known for certain when we can finally reach Pluto. Be it a space probe or an actual human being in exploration. Until then, Pluto will be out there, waiting for us to visit her at long last.”

Rina’s soon frowns, and drops her hands to her sides. “That means she’ll be waiting for years. For years and years, she’ll be all alone, and unable to share her heart with all of us.”

Uncle Ryutaro grabs ahold of her hands, and he speaks softly. “It’s possible, Rina. Pluto has Charon as her companion, but sometimes, a companion can still make one feel as if they’re by themselves. There are always circumstances that one feels utterly all alone.”

Rina opens her mouth to ask how it’s possible, but Uncle Ryutaro glances sideways, and stands up. His eyes are fuel with anger, and his brow is all scrunch up. Rina turns her head towards where her uncle is looking. There’s a janitor pushing his cleaning cart, a teenager jamming to music on his Walkman, a small group of preschoolers with their teacher, and two goonies in black and dark sunglasses quickly focusing their attention to the asteroid models.

“Those kurokos are really starting to get bolder with each outing,” says Uncle Ryutaro. As he leads Rina away with his right hand, he rubs the key with his left hand. He speaks softly, talking more to himself than to Rina. “Can’t I have an outing with my da-darling niece? It would certainly be pleasant if they get suddenly distracted. Long enough for us to make an escape from them.”

CRASH!

Rina quickly looks back to see the jamming teenager inside the janitor’s cleaning cart, his legs sticking out from the bin. As the janitor tries to get the teenager out, the goonies in black are on the floor. The small group of preschoolers are running around them in circles, with the poor teacher trying regain control over them.

Rina turns back to Uncle Ryutaro, and stares at him in awe. The key has magical powers!

[I’ll keep standing here, all alone]

Even though her lecture was done, R decides to stay around at the Orion Observatory. Being open to public as an observatory and renovated space museum, R wants to be there as a simple visitor, and not a public known lecturer. It’s a good thing R always keeps a simple disguise kit on hand: sunglasses that block the majority of her face, and a giant brim sunhat.

It's not the Titania Space and Science Center, but the Orion Observatory has its own perks. It’s new, it has the latest information approved by both the Meteorological and Astronomical Societies, and best of all, it wasn’t burn down in a fire that now reduced it to a pile of ashes. Why bring it up? For that what sadly happened to the Titania Space and Science Center.

R walks over to Milky Way Galaxy exhibit, making her way to the end of the solar system model display, her key ring jingling on the belt of her skirt as she moves. From her observations, it seems that the only person at the exhibit is herself. That’s good; it makes the chances of getting recognize drop down tremendously; from slim picking to zero.

R leans down slightly to look at the information plaque card. She makes a small ‘tch’ and frowns as she reads it: Understand that despite Pluto’s model being on display, we do not consider it a planet; we are incapable of removing the model without removing the rest. We hope you enjoy the rest of your visit and time at the Orion Observatory.

“At least wait for an official statement for Pluto’s planetary status,” mutters R, as she ‘tch’ again. “This is certainly a terrible offense I can’t forgive.”

Why! My dear Rina! The sudden nagging voice sounds remarkably identical to Grand-Mère. R takes a sharp breath in. I didn’t think an adult like yourself still considers Pluto as a planet.

I only said they should wait for an official statement, replies back R to the nagging voice. With the debate still ongoing, it’s best for to wait on the conditions that makes a classification of a planet. Great. To think R is having an argument with herself that takes after Grand-Mère.

When Mother died way back when, due to R’s young age, it was Grand-Mère who helped R into her new role as Duchess of Winnipeg. She was R’s instructor, the self-proclaim protector to the Heir Apparent until the time came. She was everything R needed, but not what R wanted.

True. But what if it’s decided Pluto shouldn’t be classified as a planet, hmm? What then, dear Rina? ‘Grand-Mère’ is truly out to rile her up, huh?

Then I’ll accept Pluto is no longer a planet, and whatever new classification bestow on her. R soon guides her hand to her key ring, and plays with one key in particular. It’s a silver key that has a heart shape bow, and wing shape shoulders.

You’ll accept it? What a contradict! You haven’t even acceptance the truth about your upbringing, Rina. You’re still honoring Ryutaro and his cigar box of secrets. Ryutaro is a damn bastard! If he just left your mother as I asked, you would gotten a true well-adjusted upbringing. You would have been the fortunate adopted foreigner child of not one, but two blue bloods!

Even as a nagging voice in the deepest part of R’s subconscious, ‘Grand-Mère’ crossed the line. R grips tightly onto to the silver key. The broken-off engagement with the Baron of Arizona is something Grand-Mère never forgave Mother for. Oh, she said she did, but Mother refused to be in the same room with her for more than twenty minutes. For hers and Ryutaro’s sake.

Ryutato…how he truly wanted things to be different for them all. For R. R closes her eyes, and she instantly sees Ryutaro on his bed, pale and weak, saying words that has R’s head spinning. To think he was willing to make another sacrifice for her future as Duchess of Winnipeg.

For your information, I have accepted the truth. I accepted it when Ryutaro told me I could hate him. He told me I could hate him like how much you hated him, for getting in the way of Mother and mine’s so-call perfect life, but I of didn’t. And you know why? Because who forced Mother keep her engagement with that Baron before creating the piss-poor ultimatum? Who forced Ryutaro to remain in my life, but never granting him the honor of being who he truly is to me?

‘Grand-Mère’ doesn’t reply back.

“Finally! I thought she would never leave.” R soon exhales slowly, and opens her eyes. She can still feel her tight grip of the silver key in her hand. R looks down at the key, and thinks of a fond memory from long ago.

She thinks how one cannot help but love someone. How one cannot help but also suffer for love. She thinks how if one can’t go admit the truth, you’ll keep standing there, all alone.

R slowly release her grip of the silver key, and stares back at the model of Pluto.

[nicohischierz]

Dad!quinn prompt - mama and quinn talking to lucas about moving to vancouver

it was mid summer when you had gotten the job offer to work as a trainer for the canucks. and it had also been two years since quinn had started becoming a more prominent figure in his sons life.

you and quinn discussed the potentials of the job a lot before both of you decided to talk to lucas about it. considering he was seven now, it would be a big change for him.

“hey lucas, did you have fun with uncle luke and his friends?” you asked as lucas came tumbling into your room.

your son nodded and got on the bed before starting to tell you what had happened. he told you how seamus almost slipped after he scored a strike and how dylan ignored the boys for their pronunciation of caramel.

lucas was a laughing mess and it only got worse when quinn came in and started tickling him all over.

when lucas had calmed down, you joined the two boys on the bed and began playing with lucas’s hair. “hey bud, you know how the other you told me you heard mama and i talking about vancouver, what do you think about it?” quinn asked.

lucas shrugged “vancouver is nice. uncle tito is there and you’re there too with uncle brock and uncle petey. and we can visit uncle mat’s mom.”

you smiled down at your little boy. “what would you say if we moved to vancouver. we’d get to see papa everyday and you can have ice cream with uncle tito on a tuesday just like before,” you explained.

once again lucas shrugged. “i’ll go wherever mama wants to go,” he answered.

quinn looked at you and smiled. he was going to have his family together.

[thelonesomequeen]

You people should've went with the pr theory , because of that you are being hated, people still think Chris is someone who wouldn't date 25 year

Oh, we know. But here’s the thing, this is our blog and when we’re asked, we’re going to give you OUR opinion and not cater to the masses and simply say what everyone wants to hear. Is that the popular thing to do? No. And we know that. But we aren’t here to run a weird popularity contest. We’d like to figure out what it is that’s actually going on even if that means having to wait for that clarity. Yes, we know the popular thing to do would be to scream this whole thing between Chris and Alba is PR, make up excuses and stories for every little thing, and drag her straight to hell and back. It would sure get us a lot of likes and follows. But is that an accurate description of what’s really happening between them? We don’t know that for sure. And we aren’t going to claim to know either. Some of you need to understand that that while it’s frustrating to be unsure about this entire situation, it’s also okay to be unsure. There are no rules that say YOU HAVE to take a side on this whole thing on whether it’s real or PR. I wish people would stop making this so two sided and allow for nuanced discussion to take place. It’s also okay for an opinion to change when you’re presented with information you didn’t previously have. Read that sentence again.

From day one of this entire fiasco we weren’t ready to believe Chris and Alba were together even after knowing they were obviously in the same locations around New Years. Likes and follows was enough proof for a lot of the fandom to believe something was going on between them, but we didn’t personally feel like that was enough evidence for us to get on board with a relationship being real. Especially when so much time was passing and the two of them had never been photographed together and were both working quite a bit during the first part of the year. You can look back in our archive to see that was a constant and consistent opinion here. We wanted to see actual evidence of the two of them together outside of social media movement. We kept hearing “well she’ll definitely be at his sister’s wedding!” She wasn’t. “Just wait! Alba will be at the Lightyear premiere!” She wasn’t. “Alba will be at The Gray Man premiere!” She wasn’t. “Chris will go to her NYC events and premiere for Mrs. Harris goes to Paris!” he didn’t. “Chris is going to visit her in Vancouver!” Still waiting on proof of that one! Add in the anon from over the summer who told us Alba had a boyfriend and provided a photo as evidence. Did it confirm a relationship with this guy? Not exactly. But they were way too cozied up together to be appropriate for someone in a relationship with a different person IMO.

Then fans kept screaming about all the trolling Alba was doing. Was she? I don’t know. It felt like regular posts to me after living through an era of Jenny and her blatantly obvious fandom targeted posts that very clearly let you know exactly where she was and who she was with. In comparison, Alba’s posts that fans feel like are trolling felt like a joke when thinking back to the stunts Jenny would pull. But that’s just my opinion. If you feel differently, that’s fine.

Fall is when things clearly started to get really interesting. That’s when my eyebrow started raising and some things started catching my attention. The first was the pumpkin posts. I don’t think I need to go further into detail because I’m sure we all remember it. There was a solid debate about whether it was done intentionally to “soft launch” the relationship or if it was trolling by Chris. Then the Sexiest Man Alive article drops woohoo! That’s fun for all of 24 hours. 🙃 Then enter Alba’s Instagram story from Wicked followed by Chris and his Instagram story from The Book of Mormon 24 hours later. At this point things were feeling a bit too similar to be simply coincidental. Then boom. Relationship announcement via People (a go to source for Chris for anyone who may have forgotten). A relationship article with…a nearly year long time line? YEAH RIGHT. Where’s the proof of that?! A tip off that a pap walk is coming. It does right as we get thrown in tumblr jail! (Seriously tumblr, that was trash. Yes there’s a post limit, but that was SO rude as drama was finally unfolding.) We all saw the pictures. We commented on how awkward, off, and unnatural it looked. How quick he was to let go of her hand and walk in front of her instead of with her. The article coming right after the SMA article paired with a planned pap walk really yelled PR. And at that point we felt like maybe it could be PR. We then later stated that those photos were still the only ones of them that existed and we still weren’t quite ready to admit that they were a couple. It looked and smelled like PR. We had mentioned that if they were in fact a real couple we’d see more pictures of them and pictures that felt more natural and organic than the pap walk did.

Then here comes Disney and the Disney picture leak. Hey, finally, the “more pictures” we’ve been talking about. There was, and still is, debate about whether that moment was real or PR. At that point we were inclined to believe “hey maybe this could be real?” It kind of started feeling real to us at that point and we said so. Others brought up the concept that this could be a real relationship that is co-existing with PR and we felt like that was a good point. IF the relationship is real and they’re pushing it for PR, they’d hardly be the first couple to do so. Yes, other things also happened this fall, but Disney was the thing that made us go “Oh shit. This really might be real.” Again, if you don’t agree, that’s fine. I’m sharing OUR opinion and thought process with you.

So where do we stand now? Well you’re going to hate this one, but we don’t know. We just don’t. I know, it probably has some of you rolling your eyes, but trust us, it annoys us too. We’re to a point where we’re just sick of WHATEVER this is. It’s why at times we’ve paused (never banned like some like to claim) the Alba talk here at the blog because it just becomes redundant and gets old fast. At one point, Disney kind of felt like the clue that things were real. But then they went right back to not being seen together or around each other again and that made us question their actual status again. Was Disney real or a flash in the pan moment to make this all look real? No matter where you stand on this, there’s a lot about this entire situation that we can all probably agree on that feels off and weird.

Do I think Chris would ever engage in a PR relationship? The short answer is yes. He’s done PR dates and weekends before, so I don’t think an entire PR relationship is out of the question. What I fail to understand is WHY he would participate though. What does he stand to gain from this? Really, the age gap discourse stands to make him look bad more than anything. It’s clear Alba stands to gain a lot, but Chris doesn’t. And that’s the part that doesn’t make sense. That’s the part that makes me wonder if it might be real. Why else attach himself to her? Do I think he’d do a PR relationship for purely money? Honestly? He doesn’t need it, so why would he? Do I think a PR relationship can help his chances of getting a future project made? No, not really. A studio is going to be interested in his work and talent, not his girlfriend.

Do I think Chris would really date someone 16 years younger than him? While he normally dates women of a similar age, yes, I do. Why? Because he’s a man and nothing inflates their ego more than snagging a PYT. It might scream midlife crisis to some, but it wouldn’t be a stereotype if it wasn’t a thing that happened. And I highly doubt her little video bothered him one bit. It was stock full of the type of shit men love with the wet clothing that’s white and see through that gets stripped off. She played right into the tropes a lot of guys like.

After learning about her cultural appropriation pictures and racist friends, do I think dating someone so awful would bother him? Not really. He’s looked past a lot of questionable things from friends in the past, he’s said and done his own questionable things, he was able to look past Jenny’s questionable issues when they were brought to light, so I don’t doubt that he’d look the other way when it comes to Alba and her friends too. Sorry if that’s harsh, but it’s just my honest opinion. I don’t think his moral compass is as strong as fans like to think it is. As we often try to remind you all, Chris isn’t Steve Rogers and never has been. That’s his PR image at work.

Do we like Alba? No. We really don’t. We didn’t say much early on because we didn’t know much about her. As others here have said, everything we’ve learned about this girl has been against our will. But the more fans started digging and the more we saw, the less we liked. But apparently if we don’t drag her non stop that means we love her and we’re being paid according to others? Ok? We might not drag her as hard as others do, but that doesn’t mean we like her. We just don’t feel like shit posting the same things 24/7 when there’s other things we can discuss. And honestly, every time someone douses this dumpster fire, it gets immediately relit. Look how much has come out in the last couple of weeks.

Do we believe the pap walk that was rumored to happen this weekend will happen? No. It became clear a troll was running around the fandom with this one and we said to take claims with a grain of salt because we have no way of verifying who sends in information or if it’s true if they don’t provide evidence.

Do we think they’re engaged or an engagement announcement is coming? NO. Sure we briefly discussed the visa process and how that can affect marriages and citizenship status, but it doesn’t mean we believe they’re engaged. We said so last night when asked. We aren’t sure if the entire relationship is real or not and you expect us to buy into engagement rumors? (The same rumor that dropped the same time as it did for Jenny?) Use some common sense there.

So what’s going on here? We don’t actually know for sure. I know that frustrates some of you and I’m sorry for that. We’re in a place where good, solid evidence could convince us in either direction at this point. Honestly, any time something happens one way or the other and I start leaning towards real or PR, something in the opposite then occurs and has me questioning and wondering all over again. Some actions feel legitimate, but others feel so calculated and planned. If anything, I think we can all agree that this situation is weird AF and has felt off from the beginning. And whether you personally believe it’s real or PR, I’m sure we’d ALL love to know what the hell Chris is thinking. Why is he involved with this specific woman, especially after all we’ve seen and learned lately?

[junkdyke]

i am homeeeee from Denver (Wheat Ridge) Colorado!! my last trip until next year

tattooed super dope pieces almost every day, ALL of my clients were some form of fem kweer (dykes, enby, and transfems) including one of my fucking COOL ASS MUTUALS @seraphbutch !!!!

my friends are thinking its a potential place to move, but we'll be visiting again soon to really get a feel! idk, its really fucking white tho. speaking of white; so i was making fun of my friend for her Tinder algorithm and finally caved in and remade mine. i have never seen so fucking many granola femmes in my LIFE, amd not like the fun and funky granola either, just kinda beige. I matched with all 10 of the only butch/mascs in a 50 mile radius LMAOOO and then i felt bad bc i exchanged 1 or 2 messages with each of them before just completely not replying to any of them cause i got too busy 💀 a couple of them did, however ,message me again so i answered, they were really cute but it's a shame i am just NOT in place to be doing the app thing rn. Fun to look though!!

i went to a metal show with tattoo crush while we were out there, and I might be going to another one with her later this month!! Both her and Dyke Roomie are down to go to the orchestra with me!! The shop we worked at was SOOO cute with the sweetest artists, one of them wants to get tattooed by me when we come back which is such an honor!! we saw the most gorgeous views during our 16 hour drive, our airbnb host was fucking UNHINGED lmfaooooo, she had us check in late after we had just finished driving for hours, would just NOT leave the room cause she was trying to finish setting it up, had been sick so she had no voice, and then when she finally left, texted Tattoo Crush to say "I'm sorry i'm such a mess. I think I left my vape in the room. jkkkkkkkkk. sorry this is like the worst week of my life, my grandma is sick. the mess is because the other people that live here are going through a nasty divorce. sorry again, im such a mess." just...insanity!!!!! But it was a really fun trip, i love my friends so much!!

We're all agreed that next year we'll be traveling monthly or bi-monthly! Some for sure spots we'll be hitting up are Atlanta, Portland, Seattle, Austin, I'm hoping Vancouver, maybe Boston, San Francisco ofc and maybe spend more time in Oakland, Dyke Roomie wants to go to Salem, another of my coworkers wants me to go to Nashville with her...so excited, so happy, i love life rn and the people in it💖

[museeeuuuum]

Favourite museums + museum visit wishlist.

Also which country would you like to visit/ know more about?

Hope your ankle's better 🧡

My favourite museum is the Chinese Canadian Museum in Vancouver. It's the most well-done museum I've ever been to. Another favourite museum is the Writers Museum in Edinburgh. I visited it over a decade ago, and I remember it just being a really cool vibe.

Museum wishlist includes: the Acropolois Museum (Athens, Greece), the Museum of Egyptology (London, England), the Tenement Museum (NYC America), plus all the little museums that I stumbled across whenever I visit places. My goal is to try and go to more small museums when I travel on top of/instead of the large ones.

I have a HUGE travel wishlist, but Greece and Italy are high on the list as I have a classics degree and know I would just have a lot of fun there. I'd also like to go to Turkey, visit Japan again, South Korea, Egypt, Brazil, etc etc

[hallmarknostalgia]

The “Hearties” are still waiting to hear when they can expect When Calls the Heart Season 11 to hit Hallmark Channel, but in the meantime, we have a milestone to celebrate!

January 11 marks When Calls the Heart’s 10th anniversary, and it’s been a decade full of drama — both in the fictional Coal Valley and, occasionally, in real life.

In honor of the show’s 10th birthday, here are some fun facts about the Hallmark hit that you might not know…

It was a Hallmark movie before it was a Hallmark series.

Before producer Michael Landon Jr. developed the When Calls the Heart TV show, he turned the same Janette Oke story into a Hallmark movie. Also titled When Calls the Heart, that 2013 movie featured Maggie Grace, Jean Smart, and Stephen Amell. And Lori Loughlin plays Abigail in both versions.

The original plan was to film When Calls the Heart in Colorado.

In June 2013, producers announced plans to film the TV series version of When Calls the Heart in Telluride, Colorado, in a move that then-Governor John Hickenlooper said would create 200 jobs and an economic impact of $15 million, as the Denver Business Journal reported at the time.

Just weeks later, however, the production shifted to Vancouver, British Columbia, because it had outgrown Colorado’s $2.7-million incentive program, as the Journal noted.

The crew built the Coal Valley set in less than a month.

Eike Schroter/Crown Media

Production designer Brendan Harron told reporters that the When Calls the Heart crew built Coal Valley’s buildings — a schoolhouse, a Mountie outpost, a café, et cetera — in three and a half weeks, according to The Canadian Press. And the buildings are all fully furnished — and often tarnished to look aged.

Some props came from another cable TV drama.

Harron also said that some of the When Calls the Heart props — including a stagecoach — were recycled from Hell on Wheels, an AMC drama about the construction of the United States’ first transcontinental railroad.

Fans can visit the set and even meet the cast members.

The Hearties Family Reunion, which took place for the seventh time in September 2023, lets fans explore the Hope Valley set, talk with cast members, and meet fellow “Hearties” from all over the world.

The costumes aren’t meant to be historically accurate.

Hallmark Channel asked costume designer Barbara Gregusova to keep the costumes aesthetically similar to the wardrobe on the rest of its shows, and not necessarily accurate to When Calls the Heart’s time period.

And that works out well, money-wise. “We don’t really have a budget for me building costumes from 1910,” Gregusova told TV Insider in 2016. “So that’s why it’s easier to incorporate that modern feel, because I can go to a store and buy something.”

Daniel Lissing and Erin Krakow wrote their character’s wedding vows.

Ahead of Jack Thornton and Elizabeth Thatcher’s onscreen wedding, Lissing and Krakow talked about writing their characters’ wedding vows themselves, as Lissing told Entertainment Tonight in 2018.

“So we took that to the producers, and they were like, ‘Well, yeah, you guys know the characters better than anyone else does,’” the actor added. “I wrote Jack’s vows and she wrote Elizabeth’s, and there’s that connection there.”

Jack Wagner and Kristina Wagner were previously married — on screen and off.

Before playing ex-spouses Bill and Nora Avery on When Calls the Heart, the Wagners played General Hospital supercouple Frisco Jones and Felicia Cummings on General Hospital, and they were married in real life between 1993 and 2006.

“It was very frightening to work together again,” Jack said of working with Kristina on When Calls the Heart in a 2015 Associated Press interview. “We know each other from that one format, which is General Hospital, and we knew exactly what to do there. These are new characters. But we really worked through it and we have a great chemistry.”

[muiltifandomnerd]

Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 25: The Confession

Flash Forward (Three Months)

Chika PoV

The volleyball team of my school went up against Isabelle's team. Both Isabelle and I just sat on the bleachers together as we saw Reyna crushing it at the field. Isabelle is wearing jeans and a red shirt, which oddly suits her better than the preppy clothing she usually wears. I decided to wear jean shorts with a white floral-patterned shirt. It’s nice that Isabelle and Chika are slowly becoming close again, but I can tell Isabelle is very distant from Reyna.

"Hey Isabelle, I want to ask. Why do you hate Reyna?" I saw in a low voice to not attract attention while Isabelle just sighed and stared at me.

"Look I don't hate Reyna or anyone for that matter. It's just at times, I'm very jealous of her because she seems so perfect and composed. I had never seen her in a vulnerable state like we have been throughout the years. Hades, right now she's winning regionals for your school." Just like that, the referee called the end of the game while Reyna scored the winning serve. The scorecard shows that my school beats Isabelle's school by 31-27. Isabelle looks apathetic while my entire school volleyball team just tackle hug Reyna to the ground while some carrying her on their shoulders. Reyna looked down on the team as she was carried and she did a small smile like she was content.

I’m happy that Reyna is fitting in at school, 3 months ago she was a bit guarded. It got to the point that many guys tried to date her, but she declined every time. I'm glad that she is having fun at school and away from running the settlement. Speaking of settlements, I should get Isabelle to come to Camp Jupiter with me. I'm going to ask her right now since it's obvious she didn't come here for the game.

“Hey Isabelle, I know that your godly mother is adamant about you not going to Camp Half-Blood, but I was thinking you could join us at Camp Jupiter.” I offered as we both watched Reyna celebrating with the volleyball team.

"I can't join Camp Jupiter as well, but my mom finds a settlement for me to go to. It's in Vancouver, Canada and it's run by the Titans who helped Olympus win the war." Wait there is a settlement run by Titans, that can be either good or bad, I wonder if somehow the Titans have kids with mortals and what will they be like. So many questions kept popping up in my head about this, maybe Reyna and I could check out the place.

"That is nice that your mom found a place away from Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter, maybe we could visit it together" Isabelle smiled warmly and just decided to hug me out of nowhere.

"I would love that." Isabelle lets go of the hug and we both decide to leave the bleachers to meet with Reyna at the locker room. We move out of the stadium and look for the girl's locker room and as we step into the locker room, we see Hyun standing there as if she's been waiting for a while. Why is she here? I decided to take a fighting sense and move Isabelle behind me.

"Woah chill Chika, I'm not here to fight. I'm just here to pick up Isabelle, but you and Reyna are welcome to join us." I take a deep breath and I get out of my fighting sense, I'm not sure what Hyun is after but it seems that she is working for someone and her spying days could be done. I’m not even sure how Reyna will react to her ex-friend coming back to this school. Reyna stepped out of the locker room in black leggings and green shirt and she didn't look phase about Hyun standing out of the locker room with us.

"Hey Hyun, you right at the time. The girl behind Chika is Isabelle, the one you need to pick up." Reyna says in a neutral tone like she's talking to one of her soldiers.

“I’m glad that you are open to hearing me out. I know that you still hate me for being a spy, but I still want to atone and help demigods out. Ryan took me in, and he got me to be one of his recruiters to join his community to protect other demigods who are outcasts from both camps." Hyun explains while all three of us listen.

"Look Hyun, I'm glad that you have been calling me and letting me know that you are helping the settlement and that you are doing good. Look I'm open to forgiving you and moving on, but you still got a long road ahead." Reyna says while Hyun Listen. Wait, Reyna has been in contact with her without letting me know. I guess Reyna thinks that I hate Hyun or something.

"Reyna, have you been in contact with her during your stay at my house? I understand why you didn't tell me about Hyun because you thought I hated her but looking back at our fight, I hope you trust me enough to handle it. Hyun was just trying to Ben out, so I forgive you to Hyun as well." I say calmly. I'm not going to lie, it still kind of sucks that Reyna didn’t let me know that she was in regular contact with Hyun.

“You’re right Chika, I should have let you know about Hyun. To be honest I only got in contact with her only like 3 weeks ago. Next time Chika, I will not hide any secrets from you. I swear on the River Styx that I will not hide anything for you. Hyun has been helping me out with sorting my feelings.”

“Wait what feelings? Feelings about what?” I asked in a loud shouting voice, is she talking feelings about me? or about the school? or how she feels about the normal?

“Look I will tell you once Hyun takes us to Vancouver" I stand still, I'm so curious about what Reyna is feeling.

"Look lovers, you guys need to huddle around me before monsters ruin your moment" Isabelle just silently watched Reyna and me looking at each other, but all three of us hundle around Hyun and I felt my body disintegrating into the shadows. Man I don't miss this at all, I'm glad that we made it to Vancouver where we stood at the black gate. So this is the place where the other Titans live.

"Ok, lovers now you can talk about your feelings," Hyun shouted along with a bearing mischievous smirk. The black gate suddenly opened and Hyun took Isabelle's hand. Suddenly both disappeared into the shadows, what is Hyun up to? Does Isabelle know about her plan? Those two are a pain in the butt.

“We are safe to share our feelings now Chika, don’t worry Isabelle and Hyun are safe”

"It's not them I'm worried about Reyna, what do you mean by feelings?" I asked her while he walked side by side. I noticed Reyna was sharing glances with me and suddenly she took my hand and held it. We stopped walking and Reyna stood before me on one knee while she gently caressed my hand. Man, this is so awesome, Reyna is holding my hand. I finally got a shot with her, just be cool.

“Chika I want to know what you feel about me and I want you to be honest. Do not lie and hold back" Reyna says softly while she gently moves her hand around my knuckle and she looks on to in adoration.

"Do you want to know how I feel about you, Reyna? You might not like it, but I know I can't hide the truth any longer." Reyna closed both our hands together while she closed her eyes.

"Say it" Reyna quietly spoke while she bows before me, and she lovely caressed my knuckles. I felt my face flushed red; ok this is too much. I can't just be a blushing fangirl with Reyna anymore, I must tell her. This is it; I must do this. There is no backing down, my heart is pounding in anticipation, and I have to take a deep breath. This is so exciting, I got this.

“Reyna, I don’t have feelings for what a normal friend has towards one another or even a sister. When I first saw you, I found the best girl in the world. Every time, we train together for the quest, I enjoy listening to you about fighting techniques. Every time I see you smile for my cooking, it makes me want to cook more. You inspire me Reyna…to become stronger, that's why I haven’t lost my marbles sharing my body with the planet. I want to be your equal and I want to be your solace. I want to give you my love. Reyna, will you be my girlfriend?” Suddenly Reyna lifted me to the ground and just kissed me on the lips. This is heaven, this is a dream come true…Reyna is kissing me, this is the best day of my life. I finally did it, I confessed my feelings.

“I would be proud to be your girlfriend Chika. I cherished every minute with you. When I’m around you, my troubles are gone and all I feel is joy. You are my sun Chika." We both continue to kiss one another for long periods.

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