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Just Pretend [n.s.]

Chapter Seventeen

Bryan started some shit.

My phone started blowing up and I looked at it in confusion, opening Instagram to see he made a post and tagged me in it. A few snaps of us setting up the stage and the guys doing soundcheck were on it. One of me laughing at Folio holding up his broken drumstick made me grin before sliding to the next one that has broken the internet. The Birds Eye view picture Bryan took of us all laying on the stage popped up. Noah's arm was across my shoulders and my leg was tangled with his, grins on our faces. The other guys were laid around us too, but obviously that's not what the fans were paying attention to. I chewed on my lip to stifle the smile that threatened to slide onto my face, knowing the explosion from fans that's more than likely to happen at the show tonight.

The guys walked backstage from VIP and their eyes landed on me, confusion sliding onto them. "Look at Bryan's post." I said with a slight chuckle.

"Did he break the internet again?" Nicholas questioned as they pulled out their phones.

They looked at their screens and scrolled a couple times before Jolly broke out into a laugh. "Oh, he's done it this time."

"I'm sure he knows what he's doing." I said with a laugh. "Time for me to get flooded with jealous girls."

Noah walked up to me and pinched my nose, leaning down to kiss my cheek. "They just wish they were you."

"Yea, they want to make that porno with Noah you two made earlier." Nicholas said, causing me to smack my hand over my face as Noah let out a cackle.

"Not on some weird shit but Maddie sounded so pretty." Jolly said before Folio mocked my moans again.

I snorted and smacked his arm, causing him to laugh at me. "Shut up."

"Hey, I was complimenting you!" He exclaimed with a laugh.

Noah wrapped his arm across my shoulders. "You should be complimenting me."

I laughed and shoved him off me. "I'm going to check on people." I said through my laughter.

I kissed his shoulder through his sweatshirt before making my way out of the backstage area. Gasps came from the people already lined up at the barricade and they excitedly waved at me. I smiled and waved at them, making my way to the front of the crowd.

"Hi, guys! How is everyone?" I questioned with a smile.

A chorus of "good"'s echoed around me, causing me to smile wider. A girl at the front turned her phone around to face me. I squinted at it, realizing I forgot to put my contacts in, and got closer to see what was on the screen. I stifled a grin that threatened to slide onto my face when my eyes landed on the picture Bryan posted of all of us laying on the stage.

"Are you and Noah dating?" She questioned through her heavy Italian accent.

I chuckled and began opening the case of waters in front of me so I could hide my face. "Just because a guy and a girl are laying close to each other doesn't mean they're dating."

"Yea, but it means you might be if you two look this happy." She said, causing people near us to laugh.

I laughed and passed waters to those who asked for some."Maybe we might just be happy people." I said with a shrug.

"Mmmm, I'm not buying it." She said as she took a sip of water.

I laughed and shook my head before making my way across the barricade to pass out waters to others who were piling in. Bryan walked up beside me, bumping his torso against my shoulder with a grin. I turned to him with squinted eyes.

"Do you know how much questioning I've gotten over the picture you posted? Everyone is asking if Noah and I are together." I said humorously, turning my back to the fans so only he could hear me.

He laughed and turned around so we were both facing the stage. "Well, aren't you?"

"That's beside the point." I said, causing him to laugh harder.

"You didn't say no." He said, wiggling his brows at me.

"He's right, you didn't say no." A fan said from behind us, causing us to spin around to face a short man behind us. "Noah couldn't handle a gorgeous girl like you anyways. You need a real man."

I snorted. "He is a real man. And he handles me fine, thank you."

The fans who were listening gasped before bursting into laughter, making fun of the guy's obvious failed attempt at flirting with me. I looked at Bryan before we burst into laughter ourselves, making our way backstage to see the guys before opening acts went on.

"Yo Noah, some dude out there is trying to steal your girl." Bryan yelled, causing Noah to spin around and look at us confused.

I was still laughing beside Bryan, Noah's face making me laugh harder. "I had to let it slip that we're together to the creep."

Noah laughed and walked up to me, pushing my hair off of my shoulders and resting his hands on either side of my neck. I looked up at him with humor still on my face. "Tell everybody. I want them to know you're mine."

"BLEH." Bryan said beside us, fake gagging.

I laughed and shoved his shoulder as Noah placed a kiss on my cheek, his laughter vibrating against my face.

"Guess I better get used to guys wanting you." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around my shoulders in a hug.

I wrapped my arms around his midsection tightly. "I'm the one who should get used to everyone wanting my boyfriend."

He pulled back and looked down at me with a grin. "Boyfriend?"

My cheeks flamed and I pulled back, trying to separate myself and my embarrassment. "I don't mean boyfriend."

He tightened his arms so I was flush against him again, his chuckle vibrating against my face. "I'm joking. Only if I get to call you my girlfriend."

I hid my face so that no one could see the cheesy ass grin that slid onto it. "Gross."

He laughed and pulled back to place a kiss on my lips. "So gross." He said pulling away.

I laughed and pushed away from him. "Go get ready for the stage. I'll be out there."

"I don't know how I'll get through the set without staring at you the entire time." He said, eyes roaming down my body.

I chuckled and sent him a wink as I walked backwards to exit backstage. The crowd cheered and waved when I walked to the front of the barricade. I laughed and waved back at them, looking around to make sure everyone I could see was alright. The venue was colder than the other ones have been and a slight chill ran through my body while I walked in front of the barricade.

"Your man didn't give you a jacket to make you cover up?" The same guy from earlier questioned.

I snorted. "My man doesn't make it a habit to make me cover anything up if I don't want to."

Oooh's sounded out around us as a flash of embarrassment went across his face before he replaced it with a smirk. "See. Too much of a woman for him."

I rolled my eyes as the lights went out, signaling the guys were about to take the stage. I made my way back to the box I sit on, hopping up it. I tried my hardest not to stare at Noah the entire set, reminding myself that I was working just like he was. He made that really damn hard, though. I felt his eyes burning through my face multiple times throughout the show and my body lit up like fire each time. I sent him a few pointed looks when I'd catch him staring at me, causing him to chuckle through the lyrics he was singing.

The show ended after the guys did their encore of 'Dethrone' and I met them backstage after saying bye to the fans at the front. They were hyped up off of adrenaline, Folio running around shirtless and screaming some song at the top of his lungs. The other guys were laughing and jumping around with him, singing along to his very off key vocals. I laughed as I stood beside Bryan in the doorway, watching them having the time of their lives. Noah's eyes landed on me and he took off in a sprint in my direction.

"Noah, no!" I yelled, turning to run away. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, causing a squeal to escape me followed by laughter. "You smell awful." I yelled through my laughter.

"That means you can come shower with me." He said, landing a slap on my ass and turning to walk towards the shower room.

I laughed and smacked his back. "Not a chance. There's a perfectly good shower back at the house that fits more than my thigh inside of it." He groaned and set me down on my feet, causing me to laugh more. "If you hurry, the quicker we can go say hi to fans then get back to that bed."

Noah perked up and rushed into the shower room, slamming the door behind him. I shook my head at the door and went to pack up my bag with the stuff I used to get ready. By the time I finished, Noah was already emerging from the shower room so the other guys could take their turns. He walked over to me, wet towel hung low on his waist, and leaned down to let his wet hair drip all over me. I squealed and pushed against his chest, the cold droplets sliding down my neck through my shirt and sending a chill through my body.

"Stop it!" I yelled through my laughter.

He pulled me tighter to him, the water soaking through my clothes. I reached down between us and undid his towel so that it dropped in my hands. He gasped and pulled back as I broke free to take a few steps backwards. I held the towel up in the air as he used both hands to cover his front, his bare ass on full display for whoever was to walk in the room.

"Maddie, give me the towel back." He said, laughter shaking his words.

I pursed my lips and shook my head. "Mmm, I don't think so."

He tossed his head back with laughter. "Come on, baby, somebody's gonna walk in to my blinding cheeks."

I grinned at the 'baby' and went to toss the towel in his direction. He dropped one hand from his crotch to catch it but I yanked it back from his grasp so he was once again standing stark naked in front of me. The sound of a camera clicking from beside us caused Noah to quickly cover his crotch again, our eyes landing on Bryan. He dropped the camera so we could see his laughing face, body shaking with the laughter.

"Man, I gotta give it to you. Maddie must be a very happy girl." Bryan said through his laughter.

I tossed my head back as my own laughter wracked my body, handing Noah the towel so he could cover himself.

"I'm really about to break the internet now." Bryan said, chuckling as he looked at his camera.

He brought it over to show us. The side of Noah's bare ass and him covering his crotch with his hand came into view. I was holding the towel in the air and laughing with my head back and Noah was looking at me laughing.

Noah laughed as he slipped his underwear on underneath his towel, dropping it so he could pull sweatpants and a hoodie onto his body. The guys joined us as we walked out the back door to greet the fans, excited screams meeting our ears.

"Hey, Maddie." The guy who was harassing me earlier called out.

I sighed and looked up at Noah to see confusion on his face. "That's the guy Bryan was talking about earlier."

He clenched his jaw and inconspicuously rolled his eyes as we walked closer to everyone.

"Hi, guys." I said as Noah greeted people.

"You just had to come see me again, huh?" The guy questioned as he pushed his way between two girls at the front, earning dirty looks from them.

I chuckled and shook my head as I leaned in to smile for a picture with a couple girls.

"You and Noah are really cute." One of them said, sending another dirty look to the rude guy.

He snorted. "Cute doesn't mean he's enough for her."

Noah turned to look at him from down the line of people. "Hey man, watch it."

The guy laughed. "So you two are together? I'd keep her closer if I were you."

Noah smiled apologetically to the girls he was signing an autograph for before making his way down the line to us. "Why do you say that?" He asked, sliding an arm around my waist.

"Because, a girl with curves like she has and dresses like that is asking for attention elsewhere." He said with a smirk.

I looked at Noah in time for his face to go hard and his jaw clench. He removed his arm from my waist to step closer to the guy, towering over him. "What did you just say?" He questioned, earning nervous mutters around us.

"Noah, don't." I said, placing my hand on his back.

"I said," The guy started, bowing up his chest to try and gain an inch of height closer to Noah but still looking up at him. "If she dresses like a whore she's going to be treated like one."

Noah reared his fist back before I caught it in my hand, stepping between him and the guy. "Noah, you are in too much of a spotlight. You can't hit him." I said before turning to face the guy. "But I can."

I reared my fist back and slung it forward hard, connecting with the guys nose. A crack echoed around us as blood instantly poured from his nose. He brought his hands up to cover it, a painful grunt escaping his mouth.

"Maddie!" Noah exclaimed, pulling me backwards.

"You bitch." The guy seethed through his teeth.

Noah waved an apologetic wave to the others as he pulled me backwards away from them. "I think you mean whore!" I yelled at the guy and earning a laugh from Noah.

The rest of the guys were making their way outside as we were walking back in. They looked at us with confused looks, eyes darting between us then my cracked knuckles.

"Shit, Maddie, what the fuck happened?" Folio asked, picking up my hand to look at it.

I burst into laughter, Noah following as the group looked more confused.

"Let's go to the house to get her hand fixed up and we will fill you in."

[wardingoffevil]

I posted 5,105 times in 2022

That's 5,105 more posts than 2021!

135 posts created (3%)

4,970 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@mrsbsmooth

@beesandfigsblog

@litgwritersroom

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I tagged 963 of my posts in 2022

#litg - 660 posts

#love island the game - 512 posts

#litg fanfic - 252 posts

#litg s5 - 237 posts

#litg ex in the villa - 203 posts

#litg s2 - 159 posts

#ex in the villa - 114 posts

#litg ff - 111 posts

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#i still don’t feel he’s genuine and he’s been stringing kat along but i did snog his ass in the loo since i felt like it lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Gary Rennell as a Dad

Gaz is adorable to imagine as a dad. I can’t deny how great of a father he’d be. I do see Gary having a big family, but for this post, he’s going to have three kids.

❤️ Gary is a nervous wreck while waiting for his kids to be born. He is constantly pacing back and forth, asking nurses and doctors the most ridiculous things, experiencing every emotion imaginable. It’s more of a rough time for him than the mom. And, yes, he most definitely fainted at the birth of his first child.

❤️ This is one of the most interactive dad’s there is. He has formula stains on himself, can change a diaper with his eyes closed, knows every song to every children’s show, has the babies down for sleep in less than five minutes. You name it, he’s mastered it.

❤️ Gary as a girl dad is such a sweet sight. He took on the role as the honorary tea party host. Complete with pink boa, tiara, and pink heels. If you don’t believe this little girl doesn’t have Gary wrapped around her little finger, you’re crazy. She asks him to jump and he asks how high.

❤️ Gary as a boy dad is something he was quite scared of at first. Since he didn’t have his dad around, he treats his son how he wished his dad would have treated him. Similarly to his daughter(s), this little boy is the sparkle in Gary’s eye.

❤️ Yes, Chelsea decorated the kids’ nurseries/rooms. Yes, Lottie also babysits when no one else is available. Yes, Noah is their full-time babysitter, other than Nan on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

❤️ The first time he brought his kids to work, he got up in his crane with them, and asked someone to take their picture. That is the picture he has in his wallet: his kids and him inside cranes. It fills his heart with so much love.

❤️ Do not go to Gary if you: have a cut and are bleeding, broke a bone, just threw up, etc. He will not only gag, but potentially pass out. He can’t handle bodily fluids like that. The only part of parenting he hates.

❤️ Nan babysits every Tuesday and Thursday. The kids absolute love going to Nan’s house. It’s still tradition even as they grow up to spend the night there twice a week. Gary doesn’t even have to ask, they just want to go.

❤️ Gary’s son’s first words were “oi, oi.”

❤️ Just like Bruno, Gary is a loud and proud dad. He is clapping the loudest, hollering the loudest, front and center for all the pictures and videos. This man knows the weekly schedule for the family.

❤️ Dating Gary’s children consists of: acts of intimidation that turn cringe (for his daughters), embarrassing stories, inappropriate jokes, and curfew being upped an hour. He’s a lot more chill about it than some may think.

❤️ The family has two dogs, two cats, a rabbit and a hamster.

❤️ Gary is the type of dad that you can go to him with anything and he will do everything he can to help you. Flunked a class? He knows you tried, and will reassure you that you didn’t disappoint him. Have a bully? He had them too and he will get them to stop, even if he has to scare them stupid. Broke something valuable? He can fix it or replace it. Got dumped? He’ll remind you of your worth and help you heal.

❤️ Christmas is a big day for everyone, but it is a HUGE day in the Rennell household. They all have matching pajamas, they watch Christmas movies before bed on Christmas Eve, and Gary is in charge of eating the cookies and milk that the kids left out. He even takes their letters to Santa and replaces them with one he wrote as Santa. For Christmas Day, they go to Nan’s and have a big dinner with everyone in the family. This family’s Christmas/Holiday cards are A+ every single year! 🎄

Thank you, @future-mrs-suresh, for recommending him! I hope the Gary stans enjoy this. You know I had to throw in a crane picture in for Gaz. 😉

95 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

#4

Oliver as a Dad

I feel like if there was ever a more patient and nurturing man, it would be Oliver. As a father, that shines through. I do not see him having a huge family (like Bruno, James, Jake, Gary, Bobby). One to two kids would be his ideal family size. His first born is a girl and his second is a boy.

🌺 When his two kids were born, Oliver didn’t sob, but he did cry. He was almost scared to touch them because they were so small compared to him. He was scared he’d break them. But once they looked up into his eyes, he was smitten. No love could ever compare to the love he has for his children.

🌺 Oliver as a girl dad is incredibly sweet. He tries to be strong with her, but she is so much like him that he can’t resist when she gives him her big brown eyes. He sees so much of himself in her. She has all of his mannerisms and quirks. She is Oliver’s little twin.

🌺 Oliver as a boy dad is energetic! His son keeps him on his toes, and always pushing boundaries. You’d think his daughter would be that way, but no, his son is his complete opposite. He’s always getting into something. Cannot leave him alone for a second! Dandelion gets exhausted being his partner in crime.

🌺 He loves reading bedtime stories!

🌺 Breakfast is a busy time in this household. Food cooking, people rushing around, it gets crazy. Oliver likes to be the one cooking. He makes breakfast every single morning before work and school. Includes little pictures he drew in the kids’ lunch boxes, too.

🌺 Dandelion rotates sleeping in the kids’ rooms. She likes to check up on them through the night. She’s their cat-mom. And she is insanely protective of them. No one messes with her human babies. 🐈

🌺 Oliver actually gets along with his kids as teenagers. He’s laid back and pretty easy-going. He knows when to give them space. He’s not quite up on a lot of the trends, in which case his kids will kindly educate him.

🌺 His daughter’s friends have crushes on him and his son’s friends are intimidated by him (at first). He thinks it’s funny.

🌺 Oliver is Southeast Asian, so he loves to teach his kids all about his culture. He’s very proud of that. He likes to make a traditional dish a few times a week for dinner, and invite his nan over. He’s very close with her.

🌺 As a tattoo artist, Oliver’s kids have been hanging out at the shop since they were newborns. His daughter actually wants to follow in his footsteps, and would love to be his apprentice. She’s insanely gifted at art and can draw anything that pops into her head. Her specialty is portraits. Oliver’s proud to teach her everything he knows. His son would “rather die than work here…” (actual quote from him).

🌺 Bruno got his first tattoo by Oliver, and they frequently hang out at each other’s houses. Their families are pretty close. Every now and then Will and Kobi hangs out with them, too.

🌺 Oliver’s parenting style is just vibing and going with the flow. He has raised his kids to be genuinely good people. He is a proud father, and encourages them daily to chase their dreams. No matter what happens in life, he will always stand right beside his children and guide them. He melts my heart so much.

I haven’t played Oliver’s route, so please don’t attack me if things are wrong! I hope all the Oliver stans enjoy some wholesome dad content. Thank you, @libelle949, for recommending him! If you want some spicy NSFW HC’s on Ollie, Suzi has some for him here. 🖤

97 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#3

Bobby McKenzie as a Dad

Omg this is one of my favorites! Bobby as a dad gives me brain rot. Fatherhood was meant for Bobby. I wanted to save him for last but I couldn’t wait. I finally finished this

Note: Please don’t attack me if we have differing opinions. Be respectful or don’t interact.

🧁 It was a rollercoaster ride for Bobby when his kids were born. He definitely tried to get the mom, nurses, and doctors to laugh while putting on the gown, gloves, mask, and wrapping a stethoscope around his neck. He may have tried to lighten the mood but inside he was a nervous wreck. Bobby’s a crier. He sobbed for each birth. Full on ugly crying.

🧁 Bobby wants a lot of kids, I’d say about 3-4, if not more than that. It doesn’t matter if they’re all girls, all boys, even number of both, odd number of both, he’s happy regardless. A baby around his chest, a toddler wrapped around his left leg, a seven year old putting icing on the fresh cupcakes out of the oven—that sort of chaos is Bobby’s bliss.

🧁 All of Bobby’s kids inherited his pretty freckles.

🧁 There’s no Bobby as a girl dad or a boy dad—he’s the same dad to all his kids: energetic, lovable, silly, and supportive. He’s just happy to be a dad. Period.

🧁 Bobby is the child-at-heart type of father. The type of father that loves to see his kids use their imagination, their creativity. The type of father that doesn’t see “weird” or “eccentric” kids. He sees children being children. He may be an adult, but his childlike sense of wonder and curiosity still flows through his veins.

🧁 Bobby’s eldest daughter’s named Paisley.

🧁 Chelsea designed the nurseries. Bobby helped a lot with ideas and quirks. They’re an amazing interior design team and Bobby thinks he may have a future in it if his bakery fails (it won’t).

🧁 Bobby has no problem at all checking on the baby during the night. He knows the drill. Even if he gets home late, even if he has to be up in three hours. He’s making sure his children are alright.

🧁 He named cupcakes after his children at his bakery.

🧁 Nap time isn’t just for kids in the McKenzie house. Bobby likes to join in because it gives him an excuse to watch cartoons and nap.

🧁 Bobby calls Gary a lot asking him for advice, telling him what curse word he taught his toddler to say, planning their next “dad’s day”, etc. They were best mates in the villa and it remained the same outside the villa. If they’re not texting, they’re FaceTiming.

🧁 You’re insane if you think each of his kids don’t get their own unique boops from him, complete with sounds.

🧁 Bobby makes all the kids’ lunches every day before school. Something different every day, too. Complete with a cupcake/cookie and a smiley face Post-It note from dad.

🧁 There’s always some kind of music playing in this house at all times, the genre varies from day to day.

🧁 Bobby sings “You Are My Sunshine” to his kids. With a guitar or without.

🧁 Bedtime stories are reserved only for Bobby. Sometimes he’ll read their favorite books, sometimes he makes the story up on the spot. But his favorite story to tell is “The Adventures of LongBob Cupcake.” He tells the kids that it’s based on true events.

🧁 The McKenzie’s (including his parents and sister) do go to Jamaica, once a year, to visit Bobby’s nan. Everyone looks forward to it.

🧁 Bobby never gets mad at his kids for throwing parties while he’s gone. All he cares about is the kitchen not getting trashed.

🧁 Bobby’s another loud and proud dad that attends every single activity for his kids. Definitely can hear him shouting over all the other dads, and he’s always front row center when taking videos. His social media accounts are flooded with his kids’ things.

🧁 Gary, Rahim, and Noah still hang out with Bobby. Bobby loves when everyone comes to visit because it gives him an excuse to bake and to try new recipes out on them. Gary eats anything, so really he tests the recipes on Rahim and Noah.

🧁 Bobby is the father that every kid dreams of having. He’s so loving, so accepting, so supportive of his children. He is never NOT proud of them.

There are so many Bobby pages on here that are amazing, but one in particular sticks out the most: @ravenadottir (currently on hiatus), and it can be found here. There’s all sorts of information/route guides/headcanons for Bobby. She even has an amazing fic for him as well (Paisley Cuddle is a must-read if you haven’t yet). 🖤

107 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

#2

Lucas Koh as a Dad

Hear me out…

This one is hard for me because I’m one of those who can’t see him as a father. Yes, it’s canon that he doesn’t want kids. So I’m going to step out of my comfort zone to deliver.

The only way he would become a father, or even entertain the idea of being a father, would be if he found the right person first. It would take years and years of begging and pleading for him to agree. Or a divine miracle. That being said, if he becomes a father, he’s only having one child, and it will be a girl. A son would trigger his trauma with his own father, and it would make him a cold and distant father. If he chose to even stay in his life, but that’s a different story for a different day.

🖤 Trust me, they already know it’s a girl. Lucas knows the entire process and what it entails. He’s going to go through it with ease. He’s going to be reluctant to hold her because, frankly, he’ll be scared. So many emotions will be going through him, but he’ll be calm and collected on the outside.

🖤 There is no one on Earth that will be more protective of his child than Lucas Koh. I mean that man will know where his daughter is, who’s with her, what’s going on with her, at all times. He will have a hawk’s eye on her.

🖤 Lucas may not always be the one getting up to change or feed her. In fact, I do see him considering a full-time live-in nanny.

🖤 The more that the reality sets in, he will become more in tune with fatherhood. It will scare him to death. He’ll constantly need reassurance. He knows he can provide financially for her, but he’s more scared of providing emotionally to his daughter.

🖤 If you think he’s going to be the type of dad to play dress-up or dollhouse, I’m sorry but that isn’t him. If she wants to play doctor, though, that’s more his thing. That’ll include him explaining what the tools are for. She won’t understand him but continue playing.

🖤 It’s true this little girl will have everything she could ever dream of: the sun, the moon, and every star. However, she will be used to hearing the word “no” sometimes. The last thing Lucas wants is a bratty child.

🖤 You know how parents go all out for their kids’ first birthday? Lucas will have the most exquisite, most lavish party for his daughter.

🖤 Lucas will regularly attend therapy. Having a child really made him think about his past. He doesn’t want his daughter hating him or resenting him later on, so he wants to work on healing his trauma so he doesn’t repeat it.

🖤 This is really random but I can also see his daughter being extremely beautiful. Even as a newborn. She’ll be one of those adorable little girls with pretty, long, straight hair. The older she gets, the more she resembles Lucas.

🖤 When it comes to her education, Lucas will have her enrolled in the most top notch school around. If there is one thing he’s strict on it’s her grades. He wants her to have an education before anything else. He wants her to be successful. I can definitely see him enrolling her in boarding school.

🖤 Dating will be forbidden until she moves out on her own. In his house her education comes before dating. Lucas isn’t stupid—he knows she’s beautiful and her peers know it too. If she does sneak around and date, without Lucas knowing, well, let’s hope she doesn’t get caught. Yikes.

🖤 I don’t see him always attending her events or activities because of his work schedule. He does try. He really does. Sometimes he just can’t get out of it.

🖤 Once a week, Lucas takes his daughter out to any restaurant of her choice. They order the same thing and sit at the same table. After eating, they go shopping or any activity that she wants to do. He enjoys one-on-one time with her. He enjoys making memories that will have a big impact on her.

🖤 Becoming a father has made Lucas grow as a man. Will he have fights with his daughter? Absolutely. He knows that. Instead of being passive-aggressive, like he usually is, he’s the first one to apologize. Especially if he overreacted. She is far more important to him than holding a grudge.

🖤 It may have been a long journey, but eventually Lucas will learn that he is capable of loving another human as deeply as he does his daughter. The fear of making a mistake will never leave him entirely, it’ll always be there. Every father has it, and Lucas knows it’s okay. He may not be the type of father that Bruno, or Gary, is but that doesn’t mean he loves his daughter any less. Lucas is the type of father who teaches structure and discipline. She knows she is loved, and wanted.

Okay, anon, I hope you enjoy this! It was a wild ride. I hope the Lucas stans enjoy this! 🥹

115 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bruno Kaminski as a Dad

🤍 No matter how many children he has, Bruno will sob at every single one of their births. He will be an emotional wreck, yet so very proud. He will drop his phone on (at least) one of his kids while taking pictures of them as a newborn. Nothing too damaging, it won’t leave a mark.

🤍 Because of working late, Bruno does enjoy sleeping in, but since becoming a dad he’s happy to be the one to wake the baby up in the mornings. He sings their favorite song while opening the curtains, and he always asks if they had a good sleep. They reply only in babbles, but Bruno understands perfectly.

🤍 Bruno as a girl dad—he’s letting her pick out her own outfits and hair styles. He opts for the easy, and his personal favorite: pigtails with bows, but if she just wants to leave it down then he’s good with that too. He likes to let her be independent and make her own choices. Bruno is definitely all about Girl Power. Just seeing him as a girl dad makes my heart so full.

🤍 If Bruno has a son, that little boy will be his twin. I can’t unsee it. I honestly love that for Bruno since he grew up with all sisters. The bond they’ll have will be unlike any other, and I honestly want to cry thinking about it.

🤍 Bruno’s a baby at heart, so think of him as an extra toddler running around the house. He’s definitely a Labrador Retriever puppy with his kids. And my heart will explode from the cuteness.

🤍 Yes, he watches his kids sleep and makes sure they are breathing during the night.

🤍 Learning to talk is fun because of his Scouse accent. He teaches his kids bad words in Polish, too. When they are babies, and learning how to walk, Bruno holds their hands and helps steady them. When they’re in public, he tells people they have their “training feet” on. Imagining a tall dad, bent down, holding their tiny baby hands, as they wobble about.. I’m crying.

🤍 Bruno’s in charge of bath time! Suds everywhere. Toys all over the place. And that mess isn’t just from the kids.

🤍 He is that loud and proud dad at all of his kids’ games, rehearsals, recitals, etc. He has every moment on video. He’s posting them on every social media account he has. He knows when all of their events are and shows up early to them all.

🤍 His daughters are NOT to start dating until they’re “at least 45 years old” and he’s “too senile to know what’s going on.” Those are his rules, not mine. Their first dates include: having their date come in, introductions, small chitchat, and then be subject to Bruno attempting to be intimidating but comes off as awkward for everyone.

🤍 When the family wants steaks, hotdogs, or hamburgers, Bruno’s the type of dad that thinks he knows his way around a big fancy grill, but almost blows the house up every time he tries to use it. So now he’s only allowed to “grill” on the stove when his wife’s home. Or they opt to get takeout.

🤍 His kids will always have a pet. Dog, cat, hamster, rabbit. Or even a goldfish (iykyk 😉). Or an exotic animal. Or one of each. Bruno’s unpredictable.

🤍 Bruno’s the king of “go ask your mum!” The kids know that he’ll never say ‘no’ so they always go to him first. Sometimes he gives in (okay..he always gives in), but he’ll spice things up with a ‘no’ here and there to keep the kids on their toes.

🤍 Having teenagers isn’t as scary for Bruno as one may think. He’s very patient and understanding. He has older sisters, and he was a teenager once too. He does require some reassurance because sometimes teenagers can be mean. He does his very best to stay up on trends, and will learn all the TikTok dances. He can dance so it won’t be a horrible sight.

🤍 Bruno is super involved with his kids. He’s playing board games with them, coloring and drawing with them, playing hide ‘n’ seek, playing tag, etc. He’s 100% devoted to his children. They are his laptop background, iPhone lockscreen and wallpaper, his Facebook profile picture and cover photo. Every school picture they have taken are in his wallet, too.

🤍 On that note, Bruno is the ultimate sap when his children make him anything. He keeps all of their birthday/Christmas/Anniversary cards that they gave him, coloring book pages, drawings, paintings, crafts, etc. Every Valentine’s Day, when his kids are little, they give him a Valentine that says “(their name) loves daddy THIS much!” or “Daddy is my Valentine!” and he tears up. You will periodically catch him going through all of those keepsakes as his children grow up, and he will be crying.

🤍 It means a lot to Bruno to have his Polish roots incorporated in his kids’ names. His first born son will have the same middle name as him. His other kids will have a Polish middle name, possibly named after Bruno’s family members. His way of paying tribute.

🤍 Bruno + teaching his kids to drive = madness.

🤍 Bruno will get “empty nest syndrome.” He will be sad when his youngest child finally leaves his house for uni. Hell, he’ll get a little sad when all the kids are at their friends’ houses for the weekend.

🤍 Oh, and Will Kimura helped paint the kids’ rooms. Bruno keeps him on call when he needs something fixed or “one of the kids pours their food down the drain again.” Will knows exactly who did it but just goes along with it.

🤍 You’re crazy if you don’t think he’s got his kids in his stand-up routines. He’s got so many jokes about them and his life as a dad.

🤍 Bruno will love his children regardless of who they grow up to be. He only wants them to enjoy the moment and be happy. He hopes that he (and his wife) have given them all the tools they need to have a bright future. No one on this planet could be more proud of their children, or love their children more, than Bruno Kaminski.

@mrsbsmooth touched on the domestic life of Bruno as well. You can find that here. As well as some HC’s for him as well. Those can be found here and here. Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like to see! 🖤

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[kyofsonder]

Incorrect Quotes Tag

I was tagged by @talesofsorrowandofruin and @saltysupercomputer to use an incorrect quotes generator with characters from my own WIPs, list as many of the generated quotes as I like, and tag someone for each quote shared. Thank you for the tag, and the chance to play around with my OCs!

I ended up sharing two quotes per novel WIP, so I’ll tag six people total: @aohendo, @wildjuniperjones, @on-noon, @houndsofcorduff, @calicojackofficial, @junypr-camus, and as always anyone else who wants to join can say I tagged them!

Also as usual, I’ll put the quotes themselves under this cut.

Incorrect Quotes from A Place to Return:

In which Leo is a hopeless romantic who knows his boyfriend is a cynic, and Owen is a cynic who wants to make his hopeless romantic happy. 

Leo: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Owen: I wrote you a poem.

Leo, already crying: You did?

In an AU where Owen and Leo get to meet in-person before Owen’s first kiss.

Owen: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?

Leo: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.

Leo: Would you like me to tutor you?

Ria: That was smooth.

Incorrect Quotes from To Be Honest:

In which River tries to take initiative and gets found out.

River: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Micah: Snapdragons, why?

River:

Micah: Were you going to get me flowers?

River: ...

Micah: ...

River: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

In which River can’t handle seeing his boyfriend hurt, but the Mixed Magic Club girls are responsible enough to help.

Flora: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?

Micah: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Flora: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.

Micah: But I heard a siren.

Phoebe: That was River.

River: Sorry, I got nervous.

Incorrect Quotes from Apricots:

In which Jess recruits Ian into the polycule.

Kade, at Ian: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Jess, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

In which Noah becomes part of the polycule and Jess profits (though her telepathy technically means she cheated).

Jess: Do you love Ian?

Noah: Yeah, I do.

Jess: Kade! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!

Kade: We all love Ian. You should've asked if he was IN love with him.

Noah: I thought that was implied.

Jess: ...

Kade: ...

Noah, looking straight at Kade: Congrats Jess, you just won 100 bucks.

I've always wondered if my characters would fit this kind of quote generator, but never had a reason to test it out. It's surprising how many of its quotes can fit, and it was really fun to put my characters in ridiculous situations. Thank you again for the tag, I hope this isn't the only time I play this game.

[wagner-fell]

I am still very new to this website and I don’t know how link a post but this fic is based on a post by @sandersgrey

(If someone reading this knows how to link a post please either explain it to me or link it in the comments because that post is *amazing*)

“Hmmm,” said Tessa, depositing Mina into Kit’s waiting arms and examining her buzzing phone critically. She shot a quizzical look in his direction.

Jem looked up from his novel. “What is ‘hmmm’, my love?”

Kit mimed vomiting but stopped dead in his tracks when she replied, “it’s Astrid’s mother. You remember her from parent teacher night, don’t you, my darling?” Kit swears they were being extra insufferable just to mess with him but he didn’t have the time to be annoyed when Astrid’s. Mom. Was. Calling. Tessa.

To understand why Kit was panicking as much as he was, you must know that Astrid’s mom was incredibly chill. She never got mad. The worst punishment she’d ever given her daughter was taking away her iPod for a week so she couldn’t listen to Mitski.

Was she calling about last night when Astrid, Mari and Kit threw eggs at the Shadowhunter’s that were giving Mari’s pack a hard time for no reason? No, that couldn’t be it. She’d given them the eggs.

Could the call be about the day before yesterday when Kit and Astrid got distracted doing homework and ended up snapping the coffee table clean in half while battling gladiator style with pool noodles? No, that wasn’t it. She’d just handed Astrid a twenty and told them to go to Kevin’s parents' shop and get a new one. Was she pissed because they ended up spending the money on ice cream instead? No, they ended up finding a table for free in the rubbing bin outside a fancy hotel.

Kit clutched his sister to his chest and prepared for the worst.

“Seo-yoon! What can I do for- Oh, hello Astrid!” Tessa paused briefly, presumably to listen to Astrid speak, and Kit sighed in relief.

“Kit is occupied at the moment but I can relay the message.” Another pause. “Oh don’t be frightened of me. I’m a tots rad mom. Your secret is safe with me.” Kit felt his face flush red as he heard his best friend’s laughter echo across the living room. “Okay! I’ll let him know. He has to get Mina to sleep before he can leave though. Lord knows he’s the only one who can these days.” Tessa chuckled at something Astrid said before wishing her good luck in her endeavour and ending the call.

She turned her attention back to Kit. “Astrid needs your help breaking into your teacher’s home to retrieve her cell phone.”

Kit blinked at her, dumbfounded. “You aren’t mad I’m going to go break the law?”

Because of course he was doing it. Astrid’s dad had bought it for her and he was extremely cautious about money. That was one of three things Kit knew about her dad. He was cheap, he lived in America and he loved the movie Fight Club.

Tessa ruffled Kit’s hair affectionately. “Please. I’ve raised two other Herondales. At least I know about this particular adventure beforehand.”

Mina began snoring softly and Kit handed her back to her mother. He grabbed his bag and started his journey to the door when Tessa added, “she also told me to say hi to a ‘daddy Kit’. Are you ‘daddy Kit?’”

‘Daddy Kit’ closed his eyes and wished for the sweet release of death.

“Why is Kit a daddy,” Jem asked, genuinely confused. “Aren’t I the daddy?”

Kit swung the door open so fast not even a speed rune could have aided him. But not before I heard Tessa reply, “Lily Chen certainly thinks so.”

Mrs. MacNamara clapped her hands together. “Why don’t we all go around and say a few things about ourselves?”

Kit buried his face into his hands. He’d been relieved when no other teacher had fulfilled the Disney channel stereotype of making every student introduce themselves to the new kid. But Mrs. MacNamara didn’t even seem to realize what she was doing.

All Kit’s fellow classmates groan. Expect one. Her hand shot up immediately. She was short, like smaller than Clary short. She wore a baggy pink shirt with the words ‘Queen Glimmer of Etheria’ sewed on with purple sequins and tight black jeans. Her colourful, choppy hair was in a low ponytail and she flew a few strands out of her eyes as her hand wiggled in the hair.

Mrs. MacNamara pointed at her. She stood up and smiled at Kit. “Hi. My name is Astrid. My hobbies include making my little cousin’s girl Barbies kiss, as it should be, and watching television shows where everyone is a terrible person so you can love all of them!”

“And what shows might that be?” asked Kit, already in the process of pulling out his phone and opening the Notes app.

“Grey’s Anatomy, Glee, Grey’s Anatomy again because it’s seventeen seasons as of right now. And to be fair it practically became a different show when they killed off Mark Sloan.”

“That’s enough, Miss Yang,” said Mrs. MacNamara. Astrid sat down and winked at Kit. Then she took out her phone and airdropped him a complete list of all her favorite shows, along with her number.

After Blessica’s pre-birthday birthday party, they went to Cirenworth and stayed up till four A.M. binging them.

They met outside a queer dry bar called Aries Not Welcome, the unspoken gathering place of the Merry Hoes. It was run by a poly lesbian couple in their mid-thirties. Quinn, Sydney and Aliyah may not have served alcohol but at least they were open 24/7.

“Did you bring the shit?”

Kit gave her a look. “The shit? How conclusive.”

“Shut up. You know, the shadowhunter thing.”

“The shadowhunter thing?”

“The, the, the glow stick that you draw with.”

“The glow stick that I draw wi-“ Kit closed his eyes briefly. “Do you mean a stele?”

Astrid snapped her fingers. “That’s it!” Kit shook his head in exasperation, smiling fondly. “I borrowed a torch from Quinn, let’s move.”

“Should I be worried that you know where Mr. Smith lives?” questioned Kit as he followed Astrid’s lead through the park.

“Should I be worried that your mom was fine with us breaking and entering?” she shot back playfully. Kit pushed Astrid and she fell off the path, laughing all the way.

“You called me ‘daddy’ to my mom’s face.”

She just laughed harder, slinging her arm around Kit’s shoulder. “It was over the phone, Christopher. And as I should.”

“Pffffttt. Why did you get your phone taken anyway?” She put her hands into her jumper pocket and looked at the ground. “Astrid.” She remained silent. “Astrid?”

She mumbled something under her breath. “What?” asked Kit.

“I WAS READING NINEJ FANFICTION!” she shouted.

Kit gasped. “I thought you were a die hard Kanej shipper,” he whispered.

“I’m a multishipper, okay?!” she replied, equally quiet.

“Does Blessica know?”

She shook her head. “And she will never find out.”

Kit saw the opportunity and he seized it. “She’ll never find out as long as you never call me daddy in front of either of my parents.”

She removed her arm from his shoulder and guided them out of the park, in the direction of the many apartments that lined this side of town. “I hate you.”

“Well, so does Mari. You're not special, Ast.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know Mari doesn’t actually hate you, right?! They’re just still in the enemy phase of your enemies-to-lovers romance. She only dislikes you because they feel something for you but they don’t know what so she interrupts it as loathing. In reality, her inner soul knows you’re hot and shmexie.”

Kit didn’t know how to process this so he just nodded and follow Astrid in silence to Mr. Smith’s house. (Plus, he was kinda glad that, according to his best friend, he had a little more time for Mari to ‘discover their true feelings’. If Kit screwed this up, he was out of countries to run off to.)

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What,” asked Kit, turning around to face Astrid and closing the drawer he was rifling through. “Did you find your phone?”

“Yeah. But I also found Blessica’s. She was Snapping Kevin. Platonic my ass. But he took the fucking trans flag out of her phone!”

Kit snatched Blessica’s phone out of her hand to examine it for herself. She was telling the truth. Where the glitter pride flag usually rested was just a clear purple case. Kit couldn’t believe his eyes.

“It’s one thing to misgender her every day.” Blessica had forced all four of the other Merry Hoes to sign a contract saying they wouldn’t do anything to harm him because of it. “But this is the last straw. You know what we have to do.” Oops.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any spray paint.”

Kit eyed Mr. Smith’s pink sofa, blue bar stool covers and white picture frames. “I think I have something better in mind.”

It would have been easier for both parties to just zip off the sofa cushions and tape them to the wall but by ripping them off in strips, they ensured he would have to buy new ones. And judging by the car he drove and the fiji water in his fridge, Mr. Smith could definitely afford it.

That reminded him, “I’ll finish up with this. Go put all his fiji water into my bag.” Astrid saluted him and ran off. “Wait.” She stopped and looked at him. “Steal all the remotes you can find.”

“How is he not awake?,” asked Astrid as they ripped the fabric of his seating from the stool.

He shrugged. “Don’t question it.” He shoved the bundle of cloth into her arms. “Glue this above the pink. I’ll handle the frames.”

“Say the magic word,” she sang.

“Please?”

“No. Lesbian. Come on, I thought you knew me better than that.”

Kit laughed quietly. “Can you lesbian glue this above the pink?”

She grinned at Kit. “It would be my pleasure.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello! Sorry I haven’t written anything in so long. School just restarted and it has been…a lot.

@adoravel-fenomeno @thechangeling @the-blackdale @the-wckd-powers @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @im-not-ruined-im-ruination @ithurielkeepsgettingkidnapped @noah-herondale-lightwood @arangiajoan @shelvesofgold @maxboythedog @book-dragon-not-worm @hardlymatters

Very sorry if I forgot anyone. Lmk if you want to be addEd/removEd from the tag list.

[plaidbooks]

Hello!☺️ I love your writing so much !! Can I request something cute and fluffy for Barba x reader? Raf being a single dad, please? I can't stop thinking about it, the idea popped into my head and it doesn't go away 😂

Fatherhood

A/N: Heya Anon! Trying to come up with a way that Rafi is a father with no one knowing was fun haha! This is fluff with the slightest bit of angst. Hope you enjoy!

Tags: child abduction

Words: 1638

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @infiniteoddball @ben-c-group-therapy @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles @dianilaws

It was a Saturday morning, and Rafael had the day off. Everyone made their jokes about what Rafael Barba even did on a day off—catch up on paperwork, get in a fight on Twitter with a defense attorney or idiot politician, or read up on some obscure law so he could use it in a trial to sound smarter than everyone else—but no one came close to what he actually did when not at work. Dressed in a loose polo shirt and jeans, he made the trip to his sister’s house. Not even Olivia knew his sister existed, let alone anyone else he worked with. Rafael had always been a private man, but he made sure to bury this side of his life so deep down, no one could use it against him…especially after the debacle with Willard digging into his personal bank account. Rafael was smarter, though; he wasn’t stupid enough to have this tied to his public life, his main bank account, his personal cell phone.

He knocked on the door, a wide smile on his face as a little girl with long, black hair and his green eyes answered. “Daddy!” she yelled, throwing the door open and launching herself into his torso.

“Alma, mi vida!” Rafael laughed, picking her up and kissing her cheek. When Rafael’s girlfriend slammed the door in his face 5 years ago, leaving a swaddled baby in his arms, he had no idea what to do. He waffled on the idea of putting her up for adoption, but his Mamí would have disowned him. It’s not that he didn’t instantly love Alma. But with his hectic schedule, and with his student loans and other bills, he had no idea how to care for a child. Thankfully, his Mamí, Abuelita, and sister had stepped up to help as much as they could. And so, he was there for his little Alma as much as he could be, and his sister watched her when he was stuck at work, or when Alma wasn’t in school. He paid for everything—with a private, separate bank account—and he never talked about her…to protect her. He saw how Olivia had to deal with threats, whether against her or Noah, and he didn’t think he could handle it. Even though he was a lawyer, not an NYPD officer, he still got threats on the reg, and he slept better knowing his daughter was safe…even if that meant not seeing her as often.

“Ready to go to the park?” Rafael asked, putting her on the ground. “Go grab your jacket; the wind is chilly.”

 ***************

On the walk to the park, Alma filled in Rafael on everything she had done at school this week. It was her first year in school, kindergarten, and she was excited to fill him in, even though they talked every evening on the phone.

“And then I got a gold star cause I knew the wholeeeee alphabet!” Alma said happily.

Rafael smiled down at her. “That’s because you’re the smartest girl in class!”

They walked by a small ice cream stand, and Alma screamed, “daddy, daddy! Ice cream!” And how could he ever say no to her? So, taking her hand in his, he walked up to the stand, getting Alma and himself an ice cream cone—chocolate swirl for her, vanilla for him. She absolutely covered hers in sprinkles, then giggled as she licked it, covering her face in rainbow chocolate. Rafael grinned, snapping a picture on his backup cell, and pulling out his emergency wet wipes.

 ***************

Days like today made Rafael the happiest man in the world. He laughed as Alma yelled, “daddy, look at me!” while she was on the play structure. He never took his eyes off her, making sure she was safe…well, as safe as a five-year-old could be on a playground with a bunch of other kids. Every time she tripped and fell, he had a mini heart attack, and he forced himself to not rush over to her. But then she’d get back up, laughing, and bounding around the playground once more.

“Is that one yours?” a woman asked, pointing at Alma.

Rafael turned to her, smiling proudly. “My one and only,” he replied.

“Aww, we should schedule a playdate with my little Chelsea! Look at them; they’re already becoming quick friends!” the woman said. Rafael looked back to where Alma was playing but frowned as he didn’t see her. Panic started to blossom in his chest as his eyes scanned the playground, searching for her pink jacket.

“Alma?” he called, his voice raised almost hysterically. He started rushing around the playground, looking everywhere. He only looked away for a second; where could she have gone? “Alma?!”

 *****************

You were jogging down a familiar path in the park, your music low in your ears, breathing measured. Stopping for a moment to wipe the sweat from your brow, you glanced around, taking in the sights; there weren’t many people in this part of the park, mostly just other joggers. But one thing did catch your eye; a man leading a young girl across the grass at a brisk pace. Something seemed…wrong, off. The girl was…struggling? It could just be an unruly child, but…. Following your instinct, you jogged over.

“Excuse me, your daughter is adorable,” you said cautiously, unsure how else to stop him.

“Thanks,” he replied, barely glancing at you as he tried to move passed you.

You kept in front of him. “What’s her name?”

Before he could even answer, the girl whined, “I don’t know this man!”

Heart in your throat, you made eye contact with the man for a split second before instincts took over once again, your fist connecting with his jaw. He dropped to the grass, out cold, and you reached your hand out for the little girl to grab.

“What happened, honey? What’s your name?” you asked.

She looked at you with wide eyes, but she didn’t cry; she just looked shocked. “Alma…he grabbed my arm while I was on the slide,” she explained.

Just then, the man started to stir. You glanced around at the people jogging by, and you waved your free hand. “Hey, I need someone to call the police,” you called, moving to stand on the man’s back.

A woman with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail noticed you and came jogging over. “I’m NYPD; what’s going on here?”

You explained the situation, and she called for backup. “I’m going to take this little girl back to the playground—find her parents,” you said.

“I, uh, I know you’re trying to help. But I can’t let you leave with that child,” the woman—Detective Rollins, she had said—replied.

“Look, I’m not in the market for becoming a mother. But I’m positive Alma’s is freaking out right now, and she deserves to know her daughter is safe,” you reasoned.

Rollins weighed her options—who knew how long it would take until backup came? And what if Alma’s parents didn’t come this direction? It was a big park; it was entirely possible that they wouldn’t.

“Yeah, okay, fine. But if I see this little girl on a missing person’s report, I will personally track you down,” she promised. You nodded, taking Alma’s hand in yours and heading towards the playground.

“Who are you here with?” you asked. This poor girl; she couldn’t have been more than five…. You were going to rip apart her parents.

“My daddy! I haven’t seen him all week, so he took me to the park to play,” Alma said, giggling. Yep, you were going to kill this man. First, he doesn’t spend enough time with his daughter, and then he lets her get abducted?

You and Alma had made it halfway to the playground before she pulled from your grasp with a scream of “daddy!” and rushed to a man, who in turn yelled her name. He ran to her, scooping her into his arms and hugging her tightly, kissing her forehead. It was an endearing sight, and you felt some of your anger ebb away at the action. His eyes locked to yours, and he made his way to you. The remaining anger left when you realized how attractive he was, his bright green eyes drawing you in.

“Are you the one that found Alma?” he asked, still clutching the girl to him as if he’d lose her again.

“I am, yeah. Some guy was trying to take her; I think a Detective Rollins is still waiting for officers to arrest the guy. It’d be nice if you went and talked to her, showed her that I did return your daughter to you—”

“No, I’m taking Alma home, where it’s safe,” he cut you off. You gave him a questioning look, and he quickly changed subjects. “Thank you so much, for saving my little girl. Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“Besides talking to that detective for me?” you smirked. He opened his mouth to reply, before he was cut off.

“Daddy, can she come over for dinner?” Alma asked, giving you the biggest grin. You felt your cheeks warm and the man’s ears turned pink.

“Ah, only if it’s okay with her,” he replied, looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

You glanced at the hand wrapped around his daughter’s back; no wedding ring, no wife to make jealous. “Y-yeah, sure. I’d love to.” How could you say no to this little girl? She was just too damn cute.

“Yay!” she cheered, almost falling from her father’s grasp before he caught her.

He turned to walk back towards the playground, and you fell into step beside him. “My name is Rafael, by the way,” he said, holding out a hand for you to shake.

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 4: But His Name Backwards is Nomolos????

World is still kind of a mess, so lets go back to Yugioh, during an arc that is so incredibly tame that no one has died. Not even a little bit. No one has risked the destruction of the ecosystem with Pegasus’ historical fanart drawn on digital playing card. No angry gods have done really anything. They’re all on break.

Except for Pharaoh, but Pharaoh isn’t that angry anymore ever since the Orichalcos thing. He mostly just talks about card matches I couldn’t care less about because it’s Grandpa and Joey.

hey you know what bro just noticed that I haven’t noticed over these past 4 seasons--Look at Yugi and Yami’s hair.

Yugi’s hair has 3 extra floppy down bangs by his eyes. I just always assumed those were the same number as Pharaoh’s bangs--but turns out no, those are Pharoah’s streaks but flopped down.

Which means when he de-charges, his hair just flops over directly into his eyes.

And now I have an urge to animate something for the first time in years (spoiler: I do not have the time to animate this.) because WHY would they never animate this hair flop for us??? The POTENTIAL.

Grandpa spends most of the time saying “Joseph, can you guess what card I’m holding???” and Joey is like “Why would I tell you that? I’m trying to play a game? Would you stop explaining the rules? it’s getting kind of weird.” and I got a little bit of an insight into what the homelife of Yugi Muto must have been like growing up with a Grandpa who is just always talking about cards.

It does explain why Yugi plays so freakin slow, though.

(read more under the cut)

This is clearly just a visual gag but also maybe this is also how the Doctor just gets around?

Speaking of visual gags and getting around, it’s our two most inconsequential minibosses, refusing to leave the series.

Y’all let me know last time that we are in fact, still in America, and I guess this is proof of it, because there’s no other way they could have walked here. I mean Yugioh is real bad at geography but they seem to have a good grasp of a big ass ocean existing betwixt Japan and the US.

Not sure where they got those rad Hobbit outfits, though. If this is their new look, I’ll accept it.

(Yes, this is a new font. Again, I’m trying out stuff to try and make it accessible. I will figure this out before the season is over)

Honestly, I didn’t think Rex and Weevil could get much worse than being dead. Thought that maybe waking up in a hospital bed after joining the Big Bad would be enough of a wake up call to the direction their life is heading.

But, considering that this arc has no real villain so far other than a guy who likes the color purple and bathing in milk...maybe that’s fine. It’s not a BAD thing to play cards, necessarily. This doesn’t make them bad people...it’s what you do with those cards.

Like destroying a Caltrain with it, for instance.

Unless of course, the amount of energy it takes to do a card hologram is the same amount as an NFT, in which case I guess that would make them bad no matter who you play against. But we live in a universe with Noah in it, who probably had enough energy pumped into that orb to fuel like 15 Americas. Fossil fuels seem to be just fine in this universe.

In fact I don’t think it’s ever come up? Surprisingly, Seto Kaiba has never had to deal with an eco terrorist, unless you counted Raphael. That is hella rare for a 90′s early 00′s show. I feel like they were contractually obligated to have at least one fossil fuel episode.

Well, good for the Yugioh universe, who managed to solve the energy crisis off screen. Good for them.

PS Hawkins said this and afterward was like “I just want you kids to appreciate what you’re seeing here today.” and it’s like damn Hawkins. Condescend much? This old guy is like King of Throwing Shade While Appearing to be Helpful.

Anyway, the gimmick of Solomon Muto is that he plays a bunch of history cards. Arthur Hawkins was super excited about it, but I feel like the other kids were like “We straight up have never heard of any of these old ass cards for a reason.”

Bro has informed that this card also sucks ass IRL, and like...I’m not surprised.

(grandpa’s font has also changed to something he’s actually wearing, and to something that is way more legible.)

To think that during the time Grandpa spent trying to get this dragon working, he could have been researching the damn God Cards and helping Pharaoh figure out his past history. Youknow...that history stuff that he devotes his entire life to studying.

Course, maybe Grandpa was smart enough to know NOT do that. I feel like Grandpa putting the brakes on revealing Pharaoh’s history is reason enough to just not open that Pandora’s box, but that will be another arc, I guess. This one we’re just showing some ancient dragon merch to sell toys to kids IRL. Gotta have your episodes to remind you that Yugioh is in fact toys.

Also, Hawkins proceeded to point out to Yugi in a way without literally saying it, that Yugi doesn’t go home often enough to distract his Grandpa with cards.

Which Hawkins followed up by throwing shade at Joey Wheeler for the rest of the match, since he was the only one here who stans Grandpa. You can see who Rebecca gets it from, is what I’m saying.

Joey reveals his only motivation to be here--which should be to get a plane ticket. Like their only reason to be in this tournament is already done?

But his other motivation is silly.

uh huh.

Tristan really did lay this specific dunk in the show. He is being given a plane ticket to do nothing. Wow, Tristan.

At least Joey’s motivation isn’t based on fixing some girl. For once Joey is just doing this for himself and not for a relationship that will never happen for at least several years, or to be a Father for his oblivious Sister. Thank you, show. Course I say that, and there could be another Mai arc right around the corner.

Anyway, there really isn’t much else to say about this arc other than Joey has finally bested his mentor in a card game. Still can’t best Yugi or Pharaoh or Seto or hell, probably even Tea or Mokuba if they ever pulled out cards again...

...but he bested Grandpa, who got polished off by being beaten up by several thug-like holograms.

Not sure why he fell over other than...something in the holograms must be real in this universe. There’s no other reason this would happen!

(honestly I can’t handle Grandpa’s face. It looks. SO BAD. There’s something  offsetting about it that I really do not like, and I think it’s the eyes and the tiny nose and the very skeletal bone structure--I don't like it)

Like every person here is convinced that Yugi’s grandpa is one step away from keeling over and it’s low key hilarious to me. The man has died and been resurrected. You think Pegasus did that bad of a job??? Grandpa Muto will likely outlive all of you.

This show really can’t lift Joey without taking two more punches to get him back down. Like the show keeps telling me that Joey is a complete idiot, and he kind of is, but I want to point out that he is a talented idiot who was second in most of the tourney’s he’s been in and he should have killed Marik straight up if he wasn’t like struck by lightning first.

Yes, he got distracted and raced after Mai last season so he prematurely died, but that was clearly just a phase because I don’t see Mai here.

Yes, in the actual show, they each said “ohhhh” and it’s like...the brain damage on these kids. We need to get them back to school.

I think there’s like 30+ other characters introduced but the only ones I know are Rex, Weevil, Leon, and...the girl who hugged Yugi once? I don’t remember her name. But they’re probably next. I feel like this is a bit of a slower arc, but hey, if anything it’s easier for me to cap.

anyway, if you just got here, this is a link to read these in Chrono Order!

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

I’ll have you know I wrote this whole thing thinking Nomolos is a Fleet Foxes song and it hellllllllla got stuck in my head, but it turns out the word I was thinking of is Mykonos.

[alleycat97]

Slippery Slopes Pt.2

Part two y’all! Sorry it’s late, I’ve been busy. Should be one more part to finish this up!

Tag list: @samanthadalton @fundamentalromantic @avalawrencefl @penda-bear @queen-arabella-of-cordonia @kamilahsayeet2063

It had been an interesting 24 hours since the accident on the slopes yesterday. No word had been passed on about Emma and that left her suitors restless. Mason couldn’t cope with the fact that his father or ex best friend had committed such a cruel act that hurt Emma.

Noah couldn’t believe he was even in this situation. He should have never trusted Jennings but he let his guard down for the sake of the trip and Emma, and this is what he got. He was looking at charges for trespassing and endangerment while Principal Jennings seemed to be clearing his name.

Mack couldn’t stop pacing, Dr. Price was doing an awful job of updating his own daughter on her sisters progress. Ava wasn’t fairing much better. She had organized their room over and over trying to make sure it’s perfect for when Emma came back to the lodge.

It was just a sit tight and stand ready type of situation. None of them had a personal car available, so trapped at the lodge they were.

Ava stopped her cleaning when she heard a cellphone go off, to no surprise it was hers and the caller was Bayla. She grumbled and put the phone back down, she had called 4 times already today. Ava couldn’t bring herself to talk to her girlfriend knowing Emma was hurt in the hospital. She would sound weak, vulnerable, all red flags Bayla didn’t need right now.

Another call rang out across the house, this time it was Mack’s phone, and judging by her facial reactions, it was with her father. Mack nodded enthusiastically and ended the call, yelling out to find Mason.

“Emma is ready to come back here, dad said she will be ok, we need to go and pick her up. Spare keys are in his room, I’ll grab them and we can go.”

“What all was wrong?” Ava rushed out of the room and into the foyer.

“He didn’t say. I guess we will know when we all get back.” Mack said noticing the gloom placed on Ava’s features. “She’s gonna be alright.”

Ava went and tidied up the room once more and without knowing what Emma would require, she just cluttered the entire nightstand with odd and ends eliminating the guessing.

The front door slamming was her queue to come running, she leaned over the balcony railing only to see Jennings and Noah.

“I don’t know how you got those signs in my bag old man, but this isn’t over.” Noah hissed shoving his way past Principal Jennings.

“Maybe you should think twice before doing illegal activities. You’re never going to learn trailer trash.” Jennings barked stopping Noah dead in his tracks.

Jennings was an asshole. This dude seemed to get off on making teenagers lives miserable. The tension was unbearable.

“I know you knew about the course being closed. I just can’t figure out why you’d try to hurt Emma. You’re a sick bastard and if I go down, you’re coming with me.” Noah said inching up into Jennings face.

The scene was split up when Mack came through the door. Mason in tow pushing an unconscious Emma in a wheelchair. She had a cast on her leg and looked so cold. Dave brought up the rear looking like hell. Looks like sleep wasn't an option for him either.

“Ah yes there she is. How did everything go?” Jennings asked unfazed of what transpired.

Mason ignored him and tried to walk past to the staircase with Emma sleeping.

“I said how did everything go?” Jennings said jerking Mason back almost causing him to fall. Noah shoved Jennings aside helping to stabilize Mason so Emma wouldn’t fall out of the chair.

“Ask Mr. Price dad! Let go of me, Emma needs to be in bed!” Mason snapped shoving his fathers hands away from him.

Jennings jumped at the outburst and gritted his teeth, turning to Dave. “Let’s talk in the kitchen, I’ll have the Chef whip up some coffee.”

With the adults gone and the room de-stressed, Noah assisted Mason in carrying Emma up to her room, Ava steering clear of them until Emma was placed in bed.

“Ok boys thank you. I can handle her from here.” Ava shot out shoving them aside to check on Emma.

The boys looked to each other confused but didn’t say anything about the outburst. Mason needed his own rest and Noah had a busy day ahead of him with Jennings and the ski patrol assholes.

“Just let us know when she wakes alright? Mr. Price has her medicine.” Mason said closing the door leaving Ava alone with a sleeping Emma.

Ava had no clue why she wanted the privacy with Emma. She was a taken woman and Emma was her bestie. Nothing else, she tried to convince herself.

But the longer she sat and stared at Emma, the more her heart pounded, the more she wanted to wake her and kiss her all better. The thoughts of such activities made her dizzy and she had to get away. But it was Emma, she had this way of keeping her grounded and for the life of her, Ava couldn’t drag herself away.

So she continued to sit in silence, begging for Emma to wake up, because quite frankly? She didn’t look too well.

Ava easily got up and slipped out of the room and looked for Mr. Price. She heard some quiet commotion from the kitchen, what a shock.

“Now you listen here Jim, I don’t know how it happened, all I know is my little girl just underwent a major leg surgery after she took place in your little race.”

“Now I know how it looks Dave, I’m quite sorry that it happened, but Mr. Harris is the culprit here. I should have known not to place trust in him. What a terrible thing, taking down those signs.”

Noah heard his name and flew into the kitchen,

“I told you Jennings! I didn’t take down any signs!”

“Quiet scum! Adults are talking here! Don’t you have a meeting with the ski patrol?” Jim teased.

“I don’t know how you twisted this on me, but I’ll get you back.” Noah inched closer so only Jennings could here, “Maybe I should call off our deal?”

Whatever was said, Jennings went pale and cleared his throat. Removing himself from the conversation.

“Mr. Price?” Ava said entering the room. “Emma is still asleep. And she’s so pale, she looks sick.”

“I feared that. It’s her medication, she should be awake anytime now for another dose. Here, please give her one of these when she awakes. I’m going to get some rest.” Mr. Price said handing over the medicine.

Ava returned to the room with the meds and hot tea to find Emma slowly awaking.

“Hello sleepy head.” Ava rushed over with a smile.

“Where am I?” Emma groggily spoke out.

“Back in the bedroom with good ol me.”

Emma rubbed at her eyes trying to get them to open, “Are you an angel?”

Ava snorted, “Oh now you wanna shoot your shot huh.”

“Worth a try.” Emma laughed. “I feel terrible.”

“You look it.” Ava agreed dodging the pillow Emma tossed.

“Here Mahomes, here’s your pill and I made your favorite tea.” Ava giggled as she sat down next to Emma to help her take the meds and give her a sip of tea.

“Psh, Mahomes wishes he had this cannon for an arm.” Emma tried laughing but she done exhausted herself.

“Relax, you just underwent surgery. I’m actually impressed they released you so quickly.”

“Perks of having a doctor for a dad. I’m not about that hospital food.”

The two sat in silence for a moment while Emma sipped her tea. It was so nice just the two of them, Ava had Emma all to herself, no intruders, no boys, and no Bayla. Crap....Bayla was still her girlfriend.

Ava came to and realized she was stroking Emma’s delicate hair, resting her hand on Emma’s soft cheek. She quickly composed herself and stood abruptly, creating as much distance as possible.

What was this? What were they? Friends? More than friends? Ava knew what the answer should be, but the timing was terrible. Bayla was her own girlfriend, and Emma had her own issues.

A text shot through to Ava’s phone, it was Bayla. “Speak of the devil.” Ava whispered. She had been putting her off for long enough and by judging by the text she received, Bayla wasn’t happy.

“Ava?” Emma called out oblivious to Ava’s aggressive texting.

Ava turned immediately to face her, “Yeah?”

“Where are the boys?”

Ava doesn’t know why, but with her issues with Bayla and her feelings for Emma, hearing her ask for the boys really added fuel to her blazing fire.

“Idk. Mason is resting and Noah and Jennings are with the ski patrol.”

Emma could hear the aggression in Ava’s voice, but she couldn’t tell if it was at her texting or towards her about her question.

“Is everything alright Ava?”

“Yeah. It’s just Bayla. She’s bugging me because I haven’t responded in awhile.”

“Oh. I wonder what has her in a twist.” Emma asked innocently.

Ava knew why. She told Bayla before she left the arrangement, so naturally she had to keep tabs on her at all times. Trust between the two were slipping, but Ava wasn’t helping her cause and Emma wasn’t either. “Because that’s what a good girlfriend does!” Ava snapped surprising Emma. “She’s just concerned!”

“Oh. I understand, I’m sorry.” Emma apologized.

“No Emma you don’t! You don’t understand and you never will!” Ava said slamming her phone down on the counter and stomping towards the door.

Something told Emma deep within this was more than just Bayla being worried, she couldn’t help but think this was all her fault and the reason Ava was upset.

Ava had to get out and breathe, she loved Emma, but she couldn’t take her indecisiveness. She couldn’t stand competing for her hand any longer, it was time to set the record straight. She stepped back in to grab her phone before heading back out again.

“Where are you going?” Emma tried.

“I’ve got a phone call to make.”

[megamultifandomtrashposts]

Emma Swan x Reader - Hot

Requested by Anon - Would you be willing to write an Emma Swan/reader where they havent seen each other since they were in a foster home together, and emma see's reader as a party in storybrooke and is like "oh no she got hot"

Warnings - None I can think of

Note - I’m so sorry this is so short Anon, and I may have changed the prompt just a little bit, I hope that’s ok. And I don't know why I made this angsty

Remember you can send in requests!

“Come on (Y/N)!” A pre-teen Emma called, running down the street. “You gotta hurry up! They’ll catch us!”

“Emma!” A girl with a (H/C) ponytail called, darting after the other girl. “I’m not as fast as you!”

“Get back here you little brat!” An old voice growled as a hand clamped around the (S/C) wrist and yanked the (H/C) haired girl back.

“Emma!” (Y/N) shouted, reaching for the blonde. Emma turned her head, and her eyes widened. Emma paused for a second, before turning her head and running away. “EMMA!”

“Emma, are you ok?” Mary Margaret asked, placing a cup of coffee in front of her daughter. Emma blinked, shaking out of her daydream.

“Yeah, I’m ok.” Emma replied softly, wrapping her hands around the mug. 

“No, you’re not.” Mary Margaret slid into the barstool next to her. “I’m your mother, I know.”

Emma sighed. “I was just remembering something-someone from my past.”

“Wanna tell me about it?”

“When I was a kid, I had this friend.” Emma started to explain, looking into the dark liquid of her cup, “Well, she was more than a friend, we...we were a thing. One day, we decided to run away together, escape the hell of a foster home we were put with and create a life for ourselves. But...I was a coward. She got caught, I didn't, and I didn't go back for her.”

“Maybe...you can go find her again.” Mary Margaret suggested, “Your good at that, right?”

“Yeah.” Emma took a large drink from her mug. “Maybe I can say sorry.”

Emma strolled down Main Street, her hands shoved in her pockets. She scanned the storefronts until she spotted one that she hadn't seen before which caused her to stop. It was a little shop, on the corner of Main Street. The architecture seemed to be French, but pristine white with flowers in the window. In elaborate gold writing, the top window displayed the shop name, ‘La Crème Du Chat.’ 

“Ma chérie, would you mind putting the sign out the front.” A voce sounded from the inside, with a noticeable french accent,

“Oui Mère.” Another responded. The door opened, and the little jingle of the bell inside echoed through the street. A woman emerged, with her (H/L), (H/C) hair brushed, and being held out of her eyes by an elaborate broach. She wore fitting jeans, and a white blouse. Her feet were bare, as if she had just woken up not too long ago.

“Holy crap…” Emma breathed. Her mind finished the rest of the sentence, She got hot... The woman’s (E/C) eyes scanned the street before landing on Emma. (Y/N) glared at her, straightening her back and walking back into the shop. Emma hurried in after her, the bell chiming overhead. (Y/N) was straightening some boxes at the back of the counter, as two men stepped into the room. Both were dressed to the nines, in neat slacks and dress shirts. 

“Frères, can you get the stage ready?” (Y/N) asked, turning to them, “The shop opens in a bit.” The men nodded and shuffled over to the piano in the corner. 

“Hey…(Y/N)...” Emma greeted. 

“What do you want, Emma?” (Y/N) demanded, not even sparing the blonde a glance as she returned to straightening the tea boxes behind the counter. 

“I...I didn't know you were in Storybrooke.”

“Yeah, well, it's been almost sixteen years, a lot can change in a person.”

“All this Magic and...Fairy Tales must be a shock to you.”

“Not really.” (Y/N) turned to Emma, “I was born in the Enchanted Forest, Magic isn't a strange concept to me.”

“You...wow...what’s your story?” 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, giving a mocking bow, “Marie Bonfamille, your majesty.” She replied sarcastically. “The ones cleaning up the stage are Berlioz and Toulouse, but here in Storybrooke their names are Noah and William, Will for short.”

“Aren't those the name from-”

“The Aristocats, yes.”

“Ma chérie.” The accented voice from earlier called as it descended the stairs. An older woman, with blonde hair pinned into an elaborate knot, descended the stairs. Behind her, a rugged man with a beard and messy orange hair ambled after her. “Oh, Sheriff Swan, how lovely of you to drop by.”

“Ma’am.” Emma greeted softly.

“Emma, my Mother, Duchess, and my stepfather, Thomas.” (Y/N) reluctantly introduced gesturing to them. 

“Oh, Ma chérie, your father and I are going to pick up supplies for the shop, you’ll be ok to handle the work?”

“Oui Mère.” (Y/N) replied. Duchess smiled at her. 

“Au revoir mes chéris!” Duchess said as she exited the store.

“See ya’ kids.” Thomas called as he followed his wife out the door. 

“Now, you’ve come in here and disrupted us as we’re preparing to start for the day, Sherif.” (Y/N) said, “May you please leave.” 

Emma reluctantly turned and left the store, however, she was determined to return and win back the heart of her first True Love

Tags: @baked-bean-bekah​

[shining-red-diamond]

Shallow Waters (Part III)

Words: 1.2k

Pairing: Hendery x Brittany (OC)

Rating: PG-15

Genre: fluff, some angst

Warnings: none

Hendery was fascinated by all of the bright colors and glittering lights the carnival had to offer. Some booths had different games humans were participating in, some stuffed toys hung from their ceilings, and food stands were around every corner. There were a few roller coasters, but it was nothing drastic. It was mainly a large Ferris wheel and a couple of fast rides. Hendery felt as if he were at a city festival.

“It’s cool, isn’t it?” Brittany smiled upon seeing his eyes light up as a child at DisneyWorld.

“Beautiful,” Hendery declared.

The two walked around the carnival riding a couple rides and eventually having some curly fries, which Hendery fell in love with because of its salty texture. Hendery had only ever watched events like these from afar but was always too nervous to make an attempt to sneak in. He was scared his teeth might freak other people out; Brittany reassured him that people in the area got body implants and modifications, so he wasn’t the sore thumb at the carnival.

After a few rides and chowing down on the curly fries, Brittany suggested two last rides to allow their food to settle.

“They’re both slow ones,” she explained as they tossed their empty food baskets in the trash bin, “so our stomachs won’t be slingshot around.”

Hendery nodded and pointed towards a large tunnel ride at the edge of the beach. A few couples were lined up to board two-person boats painted shades of pink with red and white accents. Hearts for alternating sizes lined the front of the boats and stretched all the way around towards the sides. Soft romantic music played in the background as guests were seated by an attendant in a baby pink vest.

“Tunnel of Love,” Brittany chuckled.

“It looks pretty,” Hendery smiled.

They both liked each as more than friends, and they knew it; but Brittany was nervous of how things will turnout if they take the ride. Would they feel weird? Would they just resort to just being friends? She wasn’t sure. However, she decided to just put her big girl pants on and take the chance.

The two stepped into one of the pink boats and carefully sat down. The water pulled them through the dark tunnel, and as they rode along the first scene they came upon was a bunch of hearts and pink neon lights with “All You Need is Love'' playing in the background. The walls were painted pink and red, and throughout the ride, multiple love scenes from various popular films were performed by animatronics. Johnny and Baby from Dirty Dancing were posed in the famous lift from the final dance scene, Jack and Rose’s “I’m king of the world” moment in Titanic, and even Allie and Noah’s kiss in the rain from The Notebook was displayed.

Hendery’s attention was taken by a wall painted black with miniature lights to mimic a starry night. Fake willow trees hung over two figures leaning towards each other as if they were about to kiss. From the vivid red hair and bright blue bow on the female figure, Brittany knew it was the “Kiss the Girl'' scene from The Little Mermaid.

“That was my favorite movie growing up,” she smiled.

“What is it?” Hendery asked as he made eye contact with her again.

“The Little Mermaid. It’s about a mermaid named Ariel who trades her voice for legs, so she can see the human world. She also falls in love with a human prince.”

Hendery frowned. “Ariel shouldn’t have to give up something to be in the human world.”

A chuckle escaped from Brittany’s mouth. “There’s more to the story, but she does get her voice back and marry the prince at the end. We’ll have to watch it sometime. I think you’d like it.”

“Hendery didn’t have to give up anything to meet Brittany,” he stated with his arms crossed.

Brittany lightly scoffed. “Hollywood has their own way of portraying different stories, but you’re right, you didn’t give up anything.”

The last stretch of the ride showed the elevator kiss scene from Romeo+Juliet. The mannequin’s had obviously seen better days as Romeo’s blonde locks were messy, and Juliet’s angel wings were crooked and a little yellow; but Brittany still played that scene over and over again in her head and finding herself picturing it as her and the man sitting next to her.

“What are they doing?” Hendery asked, his eyes fixed on the mannequins.

“Kissing,” Brittany replied matter-of-factly. “You kissed my hand, but they’re kissing each other’s lips.”

“Why?”

“Mostly, it’s how couples express their love for each other.”

Hendery stared back at the scene as they passed it, wondering how kissing another pair of lips would feel, specifically Brittany’s. Yet, he wasn’t sure if it was too soon to do so, and he respected the girl he was falling for so much. He wasn’t going to do anything without her consent.

The boat returned to the entrance, and Hendery helped Brittany out of the boat.

“Shall we finish our evening with the Ferris Wheel?” she asked in a humorous manner as they headed towards a giant, colorfully lit wheel in the center of everything.

“How high does it go?” the merman chuckled as he stared at it.

“It’s about sixty feet tall, but if you’re not a fan of heights we can just head home.”

Hendery held her hand. “Hendery has dove into many bodies of water from the tallest cliffs. He can handle a tall wheel.”

Brittany smiled with a nod, and they were able to climb into the car by themselves. The two sat shoulder to shoulder to where she let him wrap an arm around her. Romantic, she thought as the car ascended. Hendery looked over the railing and smiled at the view below him.

“The ocean is so beautiful from the sky,” he chuckled gleefully.

Glancing in his line of sight, Brittany nodded. She found herself staring at him. His face. His lips. How she wanted to kiss that beautiful mouth! She felt that want of that romantic trope of having your first kiss on the Ferris wheel, but Hendery was too busy watching as they ascended and descended on the giant wheel. Little did she know that the merman would stare at her when she wasn’t looking, and he was feeling certain desires he had only discussed with her briefly. He wanted to kiss her.

Once they were able to get off, they walked the five minute journey home. The moon was high in the sky as its luminescence danced on top of the ocean waves. A multitude of stars twinkled, and everything was calm and peaceful as Hendery and Brittany walked hand-in-hand.

“A kiss how humans do,” Hendery blurted out his thoughts.

“I’m sorry?” Brittany jumped at his voice breaking the silence.

“What does it mean?”

“Well, kisses can have lots of meanings,” she explained. “They all are a sign of love, but it’s different with who is receiving and giving them. When a mother or a father kisses their child, it’s a parental type of love shown. A greeting kiss is more typical in European countries. When couples kiss, it’s typically a sign of romantic affection. I’m the best at explaining things, but I hope that made sense.”

Hendery pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “Hendery understands.”

Brittany said nothing but smiled.

“Can Brittany show Hendery how?” the merman requested.

Staring into his eyes, Brittany held Hendery’s cheek and pulled him closer before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. For the first time in his life, Hendery felt his heart beating rapidly as new sensations took over his body. He was in love with her, and she with him.

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[monaownsmyass]

It’s Complicated/Uncomplicated - Part 2/2

Requested fic by @ineedskyecrandall (if you have any fic ideas or requests you’d like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: My Two First Loves, (after) Chapter 38

Pairing: Ava Lawrence x MC (Emma Price)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G, none

Word count: 4,152 (she’s a long one)

A/N: Continuation of Part 1! Ava and MC go on their first date. QUESTION: do you guys prefer shorter or longer fics? Pls lmk. Also I’m pretty sure I chipped my nail polish while writing this so I hope y’all enjoy 😂

Tag list: @ineedskyecrandall @kamilahsayeet2063 @avalawrencefl @lovekamilahsayeed @thequeenkamilahsayeed @midnitesteph (lmk if anyone would like to be included or removed in my next fics.)

I woke up to a text from Ava.

'Rise and shine, you sleepy sloth! I hope you had a good night, here's something to brighten your morning! Xoxo'

She attached a cute cat gif stretching its paws and yawning as it wakes up from it's sleep.

I shot her back a quick reply. 'Morning, babe! Thanks for the adorable cat gif, I can't wait to see your gorgeous face later today <3'.

I may have just woken up but I just knew that today was gonna be an amazing day.

The hours leading up to my date with Ava was a blur. I was wrecked with excitement and anticipation. Mackenzie noticed me on edge and I explained my dilemma to her. She didn't seem that surprised when I came out to her as bi and told her I had a date with Ava.

She just rolled her eyes and said, 'Finally!'.

Two hours before our date, I begged Mack to help me find the perfect outfit. I paced up and down my room, trying on my entire wardrobe and still not being able to settle on anything.

"Oh my god, Em, calm down!" Mack exclaimed in frustration. "It's just Ava! She's seen you at your absolute trash bottom!"

"I know! But it's different!" I defended. "It's like an actual date this time, y'know?"

"You went out for dates with Noah and Mason recently and you weren't walking up and down your room like an agitated child that just shat their pants and is too afraid to tell their parents." She squinted at me. "You like her a lot more than the both of them, don't you?"

"I- what? Mack, no. I mean, I'm not sure. I haven't figured it out yet."

She sighed and stared at me dead in the eyes. "Look, I know you like both boys but I think even you have noticed that you're more drawn to Ava. Shit, you just told me an hour or so ago that you liked her and I can already tell just by looking at you now." She waited for me to process her words before speaking again. "You aren't gonna destroy Mason's or Noah's life if you chose to be with Ava. They're big boys, they can handle the rejection."

Her words struck a chord in me. I have noticed that ever since Ava kissed me I haven't been able to think about either Mason or Noah. When I kissed both of them, I was constantly worrying about the other but with Ava, it was only her that occupied my mind.

I looked away then back at my sister. "I... I think you're right. But I'm just gonna have this date with her before I come to a conclusion."

She waved her hand at me. "Yeah yeah, you do that, but I bet you fifty that you'll agree with me."

"No way am I agreeing to that bet," I scoffed.

"And why not?"

"...'Cuz I'm pretty sure I'll lose."

~•~•~

After over an hour, I finally decided on a cute outfit and waited for Ava in my living room. I was fidgeting with my fingers while Mack made fun of me, teasing me about how nervous I was but I couldn't even focus because it was true; I was mortified.

Ding Dong!

"Ahh!" I shouted in surprise.

My sister just laughed at me and moved to answer the door. "Chill, your girlfriend's here."

"She's not my girl-" I started but stopped mid-sentence when I saw her walk into our hallway.

She may have not been my girlfriend just yet but god, I wish she were.

"Ava," I whispered, speechless. "H-hey!"

"Hey yourself, babe!" She came up to me and wrapped me in a hug. The pet name caused a rush of heat to my cheeks which I was sure she felt when she kissed it. We've always called each other by pet names, 'baby', 'babe', 'darling', 'sweetheart', 'jerk' or 'weirdo' even but this time, it felt different. Different in a good way.

She pulled back slightly as her eyes traveled up and down my figure. Her gaze set my body on fire. "You look amazing!" she complimented. "You're so pretty."

I blushed. "Thanks." I gave her a once over and felt my breath hitch. "You look really hot," I blurted out without thinking and immediately slapped my palm against my mouth.

She burst out laughing, the sound filling me with delight despite my embarrassment. "Thank you, Em." She lifted an arm and it was only then that I noticed that she was holding a bouquet of flowers. "Um, these are for you."

She knew I loved flowers. I accepted it, starting to get a little teary eyed. This was ridiculous! We haven't even stepped out of the house and I was already overwhelmed with emotions. It was a gorgeous bunch of yellow roses with red petal tips. I immediately recognised the meaning behind the colour and the tears started to trickle down my face.

"Ava," I lunged at her, wrapped my arms around her neck and burying my face in the crook of it. "You seriously didn't have to."

"But I wanted to, I wanted to do this right," she laughed and hugged me back.

This moment would've been perfect if it weren't for Mackenzie clearing her throat from the living room couch.

"Okayyyy, I guess this is my cue to leave," she awkwardly excused herself and made her way upstairs. "Bye, lovebirds! Stay safe! Don't do anything stupid and don't forget to practice safe se-!"

"Mack!" I exclaimed, cutting her off but hurling a pillow from the couch at her.

My face was flushed with heat once again from Mack's comment but Ava just let out a good-natured laugh, obviously finding the whole ordeal amusing.

"C'mon, Em. Let's go," she said.

I excused myself to place the bouquet into a vase before walking to her sedan. She opened the door of the passenger seat for me before closing it and entering the driver's side. This girl was too sweet, I swear she'd be the death of me.

She started the engine and started driving away from my house.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

"And why should I tell you?" she teased.

"Uh, because I'm in your car and I don't know where you're taking me? That's basically kidnapping!"

"It's not if you entered on your own free will!" she giggled and I couldn't help but laugh along with her. Her laugh was contagious and it made my heart flutter.

I didn't have to wait long to find out our destination. It was a small, quaint ice cream parlour. The same ice cream parlour we went to on our first hang out together. We hadn't been back here since and the sight of the shop made me nostalgic.

We entered the shop and it was just as I remembered. It was quite and calm. A much different ambience from the outside world. We walked up to the display freezer and stared at all the different options.

Ava turned to me. "Okay, so here's how we make things interesting, we order a random ice cream we haven't tried before, no trying the flavours beforehand."

I gave her a look. Leave it to Ava to find a way to spice things up. One thing I can say for sure was that my life would definitely be boring without her.

"So, what would you like?"

"Um, I'm not sure." One particular ice cream stood out to me though I wasn't sure it'd be my cup of tea. "I kinda want to try the Maple Bacon Ice Cream but I don't know if I'll like it."

"First of all, that's the whole point of this! We won't know, it's a game of luck. Second of all, you haven't tried Maple Bacon before?" she asked incredulously.

"And you have?"

"Of course! Who hasn't?"

"Ava, that's not a regular ice cream flavour, weirdo."

"It is in my house...," she muttered as she pouted, eyebrows furrowing. I couldn't help but giggle at how cute she was being. "What if we share it? Since you're too chicken to actually get a whole scoop for yourself."

"Hey! That's not true!" I protested but she was right on some regards. I didn't want to waste it if I didn't like it. "But since you insisted, sure, I guess."

"Don't pretend you're not relieved that I offered to share," she smiled teasingly at me.

After much persuasion, I finally let Ava pay for the ice cream and we found an empty booth in the corner. It was far away and secluded enough from the other patrons to give us some privacy.

We sat across from each other with the cup of ice cream in between us. I noticed that they only gave us one spoon. We've shared food and cutlery before but this time, it made me nervous.

"They only gave us one spoon," I pointed out.

"So?" Ava questioned. "We've shared before, here!"

She scooped up some ice cream and brought it up to my lips. I looked at her and cautiously leaned forward to let her feed me. I saw her gulp as I accepted the ice cream.

She shook herself out of her daze and asked, "How is it?"

I licked my lips and gave her a smile. "It's actually really good!"

"See? You should listen to me more often," she bragged.

"Yeah, yeah, now let me feed you instead, it's only fair."

We continued to feed each other, giggling and laughing every time we smudged ice cream against the other's cheek. At first I did it by accident but Ava wasn't having it so she did it back to me on purpose.

We were attacking each other with ice cream, almost screaming at one point and only stopped when we noticed the ice cream server glaring at us.

We quiet down, trying to hold in our giggles and I couldn't help but get distracted by Ava. I saw her mouth moving, saying something but I wasn't listening. Last night was the first time I really got to look at her but right now, in the daylight, I could see every detail of her face that I missed under the dim streetlight. And now that I know my feeling weren't entirely platonic, I could properly appreciate them.

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows, her almond eyes that were a beautiful shade of chestnut brown, accentuated by her eyeliner and mascara and her soft lips that were painted in a darker shade of red today, perfectly complimenting her features. Her gorgeous hair, her high cheekbones, her strong jaw, her freckles. God, her freckles. They scattered all over her cheeks and nose making her look absolutely adorable. All these combined together to make the absolute masterpiece that was Ava.

I've always liked her freckles. I liked how prominent they were in the summer and I knew sometimes she was insecure about how obvious they were but I've always thought that that was ridiculous. If anything I thought it made her look extremely pretty. Not that she isn't without them but there was something about them that caught my attention.

I was broken out of my reverie when I say Ava waving a hand in front of my eyes.

"Hellooo? Earth to Emma?" she said, laughing. "You completely blanked out, what are you thinking about?"

"About you," I replied without a second thought.

I saw her looking a bit flustered and blush a little but she countered back. "Oh? And what about me?"

"I was just thinking about how stunning you look," I admitted.

She bit her lip. "We've known each other for years, you know how I look like, dork."

"Yeah, but I've never gotten a chance to properly look at you and appreciate your face. You're so breath-taking."

I moved to slowly cup her face in my hands and I felt the warmth from her cheeks. I saw her let out a shaky breath and close her eyes for a while before looking back at me. My own heart was doing flips. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Okay, you flirt," she joked.

We talked as we finished up our ice cream. Well, I ate most of eat but on our way out I bought one for Ava since I felt bad for stealing most of it. We walked out of the shop, passing the cone of ice cream back and forth to share.

"Where to next?" I asked her while licking the ice cream.

"Just keep walking, we'll be there soon," she replied while reaching out to take the ice cream from me.

I shook my head at her refusal to tell me but I complied. We walked down the sidewalk, shoulders brushing ever so slightly every now and then. I felt her hand ghost over mine a couple of times before I looked up at her. I could almost sense the conflict going on in her head. I silently giggled to myself before grabbing her hand, interlocking our fingers together.

Just like she did the night before, she looked at our hands and then into my eyes. I saw a twinkle in them as she gave me a shy smile.

"Thank you," she spoke softly.

I gave her hand a squeeze in response as we continued to walk down the street, hand-in-hand and sharing the ice cream.

I loved the way her hand fit in mine. It felt different from Mason's and Noah's hand. Their's were slightly calloused, maybe from playing football, and much bigger than mine. I liked the way their's made me feel protected and secured.

However, Ava's hand, while just as strong, was smooth and smaller. It felt comforting and familiar, like someone you've known for a long time who'd always be there even on your worse days. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't prefer this over their's.

"I like holding your hand," Ava spoke out. "It's nice."

I let out a small chuckle and nodded. "I was just thinking the same."

We walked a few more steps before Ava announced, "We're here."

She brought me to a park that was filled with trees and flowers. The park wasn't too crowded but there were a decent amount of people minding their own business. Being autumn, most leaves on the trees were a fiery yet serene combination of red, orange and amber. We walked down a pathway lined with the trees and covered with fallen leaves.

"The scenery is amazing!" I stated in awe. I looked around to take in the view and turned back to Ava to only see her gazing at me.

"So are you," she added. I don't know how many more times she was going to make me blush but I wasn't complaining.

After walking a little more, we spotted a bench. We finished up the ice cream and threw the wrapper and tissue into the trash can nearby before I pulled her by the hand to sit.

She sat a few spaces away but I scooted closer to her. I took her hand in both of mine and placed it on my lap, caressing it. We've always been physically affectionate with each other and I'm not going to allow that to change now. I still wanted her to be comfortable around me despite our recent revelation about our relationship.

Once I saw her relax a bit, I placed my head on her shoulder. I could tell her heart started to race and I had to admit that her nearness was making my heart do the same. The smell of her perfume wafted up to my nose and made my mind hazy. I was finding it hard to focus on anything else with her so close to me. But the again, why would I want to focus on anything else?

I closed my eyes and heard her speak. "I don't think you know how painful it was seeing you with Noah yesterday at homecoming. I kept trying to tell myself that it wasn't my place to be jealous but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry."

"If it makes you feel any better, even though I was with Noah, I couldn't stop myself from staring at you," I confessed. "When I saw you, I thought I was looking at an ethereal being, you didn't look like you belonged on earth, let alone at some crappy high school gym."

She lets out a radiant giggle and I felt her shoulders shake in laughter as I continued, "I realised last night that it's been like this for some time now. I hope you know that this has been long time coming, it's not just some fluke thing that happened last night."

She wraps an arm around my waist, letting it rest against my hip. "I get it, I feel the same way. I've liked you for some time now but it was time I finally admitted it to myself."

I swallowed, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill. Hearing her speak like that made me indescribably happy. "Yesterday, at the dance, I was secretly hoping you'd cut in and ask me for a dance," I confessed.

"I was hoping you'd ask me!" she revealed and we both laughed.

Ava gently nudged me off of her and stood from the bench. I looked up at her, puzzled. She stretched out an arm, offering it to me. "Since I didn't get to ask you for a dance yesterday, I'm doing it now. Would you like to share a dance with me, darling?"

I giggled at her antics. "Ava, we're in the middle of the park! People will think we're mad!"

"I don't care about them, only you. Do you care?" she challenged back.

I didn't have to think twice about my answer. "When I'm with you? Never have and never will."

I placed my hand in hers and she brought it up to her lips kissing it before pulling me up to her feet. I crashed into her, laughing and holding onto her to stabilise myself. She chuckled along with me and guided us a few paces away from the bench. She positioned a hand on my hip and the other still clutching mine. Instinctively, I brought one hand to rest on her shoulder.

"There's no music," I stated.

"Looks like we'll just have to make our own."

Ava began humming a random tune and we started spinning around as if we were ballroom dancing. We stepped onto the grassy area as my laughter and Ava's humming increased in volume.

She twirled and dipped me. She placed both her hands on my waist and lifted me, spinning me in circles as I giggled uncontrollably. If anyone was staring, I didn't notice or bother. All I cared about was that I was in Ava's arms and I felt like I was flying.

She set me down and we both just looked at each other, smiling wider than we've seen each other grin before. I pulled her into me to hug her, resting my cheek against hers. Our heavy breathing and racing hearts began to subside. I moved back slightly in her arms to still see her smiling at me.

She looked back at me and seeing her so happy made me ecstatic in return. It made my heart sing to know I'm the reason for her happiness. The way she was looking at me made me feel important. It made me feel as if I was the best thing that's ever happened to her and it was then that I knew that the feeling was mutual.

Her mesmerising eyes gazed into mine and I thought back to last night, right before we kissed. I really wanted to kiss her then and I wanted it again now.

As if she could read my thoughts, she leaned in closer to me. Inches before her lips met mine, she stopped, hesitating if she should close the gap between us. I could feel her heart start pounding in her chest again against mine.

"Kiss me, Ava," I whispered, quietly enough so only she could hear.

She placed a hand behind my neck and tugged me into a kiss. Our lips met and it felt just as spectacular as last night's. I grabbed onto her harder, not wanting to let her go in case she pulls away but by the way she was clutching onto me made it clear she wouldn't dare dream of it.

Kissing Ava felt like the most wonderful thing in the universe. Mason and Noah were great kisser but even they couldn't even begin to compete with Ava. The small fluttering feeling in my tummy whenever I kissed them was nothing compared to the overwhelming sensation I was experiencing right now. Electricity was surging through my body, energising my entire being. It was entirely intoxicating. It was other-worldly.

I've never understood why people referred to their significant others as their weaknesses because right now, kissing Ava, I felt more alive than I ever did. She wasn't my weakness, she was my strength and...

Did I just refer to Ava as my significant other?

Like all good things, it had to come to an end. But it wasn't by choice, though. So enraptured in the kiss, I leaned further forward, causing Ava to lean back until she stumbled backwards and tripped over a rock. She crashed to the ground, taking me with her.

"Oof!"

"Ouch!"

We looked at each other and burst into a fit of laughter.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" I asked her in between giggles.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied in a similar manner.

Ava was flat on her back and I was still on top of her as I buried my face in the crook to muffle my laughter. Ava tossed her head back, still laughing.

After a while, the laughter died down and I lifted myself to look at her once again. We couldn't help it. We started giggling madly, so much so that I let out a snort that only made us more hysterical.

"Oh god, I can't breathe," Ava wheezed.

It took us at least a good three minutes to fully calm down. I rolled off Ava and laid beside her.

"C'mere," she said and pulled me closer.

I rested my head on her shoulder and draped an arm over her torso. She wrapped an arm around me while our legs intertwined. She was staring at the sky as I closed my eyes. It's amazing to think that just the day before yesterday I was worried about choosing between Mason and Noah but now, it's never been clearer that there was only one person for me. And ironically, it was neither of them.

Being here with Ava made me recognise that the reason I couldn't choose between either of them was because my heart already belonged to someone else without me even realising.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's  presence when I finally broke the quite.

"It's crazy how so much can change in a day." I said softly. "I admit, ever since day one, I would catch myself looking at you. I thought I was staring at you because that's just what people do when they find beauty in something. I know now that while that's true, there's more to it. And it's because I like you, Ava. I really like you. It might have taken us years for us to get here but I wouldn't have had it any other way."

I felt her hold her breath for a while before slowly exhaling.

I spoke again, "I think I'm gonna call it quits with Noah and Mason."

"Are you sure? That's pretty fast."

"I've never been more sure. I can't help but compare how much better everything feels with you. I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend yet, we don't have to rush it, but why lead them on when I already know you're the best for me. You, Ava Lawrence, are my first choice."

I opened my eyes. I still couldn't see Ava's face but I felt her inhaled deeply before gently, tenderly uttering, "You are my first choice too, Emma Price."

I felt the joy bubbling in me at her words. I smiled and let out a contented sigh.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "My feelings were never complicated, I was just to blind to see them for what they actually were." And it was true.

I couldn't help but think how glad I was that I didn't take on Mackenzie's bet. She was right. It always was and always will be Ava.

She may not have been my first love but she was my soulmate.

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Crush Part 2 || Matthew Tkachuk

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: The response to the first part was amazing!!!! And since I got a few cute suggestions I couldn’t help but crank out a second part. I am loving this man so much right now that I can’t even describe it. Let me know if you have any other ideas moving forward and what your thoughts on this part are. 

Warnings: cursing. 

Word Count: 2,518

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With the team flying out of town the morning following his hallway encounters with Y/N, Matt didn’t see her for the next week because she didn’t travel with the team. Her lack of travel now made sense to Matthew and though he missed seeing her smile, it was definitely better for Lottie that her mom remains in Calgary. Of course, just because he didn’t see her didn’t mean that she didn’t occupy his brain. While knowing that Lottie was sixteen-months-old answered a few questions, that knowledge also spawned even more. For example, Matthew couldn’t help but wonder about the circumstances behind Y/N becoming a mother and whether motherhood meant that she was in a relationship. 

They weren’t questions he’d be able to ask though, so he told himself that he had to assume that Y/N was in a relationship and get over his own silly feelings because it was never going to happen. The problem was...just telling yourself that didn’t mean that it was going to happen and Matt was rudely reminded of that fact when he arrived back in the locker room following the road trip. Before he’d even reached his stall, Matthew noticed a piece of paper sitting on the bench portion. A closer examination revealed a scratchy piece of artwork, post-it note stuck to the bottom corner. 

Matt,

Lottie drew this to say thank you for reading to her. You don’t know how much that small gesture means to both of us and Lottie keeps asking when she can see ‘M. Chuck’ again. I know getting a child’s picture probably seems silly but Lottie would give me hell if I didn’t make sure you got it. 

Y/N

Matt didn’t notice the grin on his face growing as he read the note but he did feel the snap of a towel against his ass which made him jump. 

“You gonna get ready for practice or daydream about your girl?” Noah Hanifin chirped as he walked back to his own stall, towel slung over his shoulder. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Matt snapped back, a glare now covering his face. No one dared say anything further, most even headed out to the ice a few minutes early while Matt quickly changed. The part of him that wanted his teammates to lay off him told him to toss the picture into the trash but for some reason he slid it into his bag instead, hanging it up with a magnet on his fridge when he got home. There was something about having a child’s artwork on the fridge that made his modern apartment feel a little bit more like a home. 

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With the schedule ramping up, Matt had honestly lost track of his days. He’d seen Y/N in passing, and each time he did he cursed at the way his body reacted but he hadn’t spoken with her. Today though, Coach had canceled practice in lieu of a family skate and secretly Matthew was hoping that Y/N would show up. 

Sitting in his stall in just a pair of sweats and a hoodie, Matthew laced up his skates,  nervous energy radiating from him. The locker room was a madhouse with all of the guys’ kids running around in their skates and various layers of gear. Sitting in the stall next to him for a moment TJ worked on fixing his daughter’s hair. 

“She’ll be here.” He declared nonchalantly. “She’s bringing Lottie to skate.” TJ didn’t say anything more as he scooped his daughter up and carried her toward the ice. 

By the time Matt made his own way out to the ice, he noticed Y/N already skating around taking some pictures of the players and their families. TJ had said she was bringing Lottie but there were no signs of the little girl around anywhere. Before Matthew could even debate skating over to her he was pulled into a game of tag with some of the other kids. It wasn’t until he heard a familiar toddler voice shouting “mama!” that he looked back toward the bench only to find Y/N skating in the direction of her daughter who was in the arms of a man about his own age. He watched as she leaned up to kiss the man’s cheek, soft smile on her face as his worst fears came to life right in front of his eyes. 

***

Hearing her daughter’s voice, Y/N let her camera fall from her hands to hang on its strap around her neck as she skated to the bench. Seeing that she had her mom’s attention Lottie started squirming in her father’s hands, reaching out for her mom. When Y/N reached the pair she leaned in and kissed Lottie’s head before pressing her lips against Christopher’s cheek. 

“Hey! Thank you for dropping her off.” Y/N greeted as she pulled away. 

“You know it’s not a problem Y/N.” Christopher insisted. “I have class anyway so I’d just be taking her to daycare.” Y/N was well aware of this fact but still, she was grateful nonetheless because this was one of her favorite things to do with her daughter. 

“Still..thank you.” She repeated, taking the toddler who was reaching out for her wanting to be transferred to mom’s arms. They chatted for a minute about how things had been going before Chris leaned in and kissed Lottie’s head before pulling back. 

“You’ll text me when you’re ready to have her back?” Y/N asked and Chris nodded, running his fingers through his short straight hair. 

“Sure thing.” He agreed. “But uh. I’m gonna go before your boy over there comes and takes my head off.” With a teasing grin, he motioned over to where Matthew Tkachuk was indeed watching them. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Y/N mumbled, a blush forming on her cheeks. 

“Uh-huh...sure sweetheart.” Chris threw back as he started backing his way down the tunnel. 

‘Oh fuck you.’ Y/N mouthed. “Go ask that hot guy from your seminar to coffee or something after class.” She threw back winking at him as she shifted her daughter in her arms. With a laugh and a wave, Chris disappeared and Y/N shook her head turning her attention to Lottie. 

“Are you ready to go skating?” She asked, her own grin growing. 

“yeah! ‘Kate mama!” Lottie replied, clapping her hands. So after slipping her camera back into its bag under the bench, Y/N sat Lottie down and grabbed the skates that TJ Brodie had brought for her to borrow, his daughter just a little older than Lottie and one size up in skates. With Lottie’s skates ready to go, Y/N picked her daughter back up. 

“Do you wanna skate with mama first or on your own?” Y/N asked and when Lottie insisted she wanted to skate with mama first, Y/N settled the little girl onto her hip before stepping onto the ice and starting to skate easy laps. 

***

“Green isn’t your color you know.” Matthew heard from over his shoulder as he attempted to puck handle with a child’s stick. Gio just laughed at the grimace on Matthew’s face as he skated off to break up a disagreement with his kids and Matthew cursed softly before turning back to watch Y/N doing up Lottie’s skates before stepping onto the ice with her. Skating slow laps, Matty watched as the little girl smiled and relaxed against her mom before eventually squirming to be put down a few minutes later. 

After taking off the little girl’s skate guards and sticking them in her back pocket, she gently set Lottie down and half squatted slowly skating the little girl forward. A screech of excitement left the toddler’s mouth and Matt’s chest started aching at the thought of wanting something he couldn’t have. They made it around a quarter of the rink before it appeared that Lottie had tired out and Y/N scooped her back up. 

“M. Chuck!!!!” Matt’s eyes went wide hearing Lottie scream out in excitement having just spotted him and suddenly Y/N had skated to his side, Lottie waving at him a shy smile on her face. 

“Hey, Matt.” Y/N greeted. “Someone wanted to come say hi.” Lottie rambled on for a minute or so and while Matt would like to say he was listening, he couldn’t take his eyes off of Y/N and the way she watched her daughter filled with so much love and affection. 

“Hey Y/N. Hey Lottie.” He eventually replied, shoving his hands in his pockets in an attempt to keep himself from running them through his hair. “I wasn’t sure if you were coming to this thing…” He found himself stating, only to see Y/N shrug. 

“Like we’d miss this. Skating is one of Lottie’s favorite things to do. I’ve been skating with her since she was two months old.” Though he didn’t intend to, Matt must have given her some sort of look because Y/N continued to explain. “Living in downtown Calgary it’s not so easy to go for late-night drives when she wouldn’t sleep so we started doing late night skates instead. I know a person or two...so we’d get into a rink and I’d strap her to my chest and start skating and before I knew it she was out like a light.” Lottie’s fingers were tangled in her mother’s hair and she shifted restlessly. 

“Skate and talk?” Y/N proposed and suddenly Matt was skating easy laps beside her, unable to deny the desire to be close to her. “So yeah we’ve been skating together for a long time but today was her first time on skates herself and I think she did pretty well.” A mumbled ‘tell dada’ could be heard from Lottie’s head buried in Y/N’s shoulder and Y/N laughed softly. 

“And she can’t wait to tell her dad all about it.” Matthew wanted to ask, it was eating him up inside but he just couldn’t. Instead, he swallowed hard, trying to find something neutral to say. Before he could though, Y/N yawned, a sneaky grin taking over her face. “But hopefully that’s later today than we had originally planned and he takes my advice on asking the hot guy in his seminar out for coffee.” 

Matty hadn’t even realized that he’d just stopped skating at her words until she turned around and started laughing ten feet in front of him, a glint in her eyes. He didn’t know it, but while skating with him, Y/N had been processing over Chris’s words about Matt being jealous over and over until finally, it all clicked. As she skated back to him, bumping him with her shoulder she glanced up to see the confusion on his face. 

“Chris is gay Matt.” She simply stated. “We were friends who got way too drunk and slept together fueled by the alcohol, stress, and loneliness. He told me the morning after that he’d been gay since high school and that while he loved me as a friend the night before had been a one-time thing. I wasn’t in love with him either...don’t get me wrong I love him as a friend just not more...so I was cool with it. Six weeks later he held me as we waited on a little piece of plastic to reveal our future. He’s been by my side since and we share custody of her. He’s the perfect co-parent and we still hang out every other week to talk about boys and drink wine.” 

Matt felt like a bomb had just been dropped on his brain as he processed her words and their implications. Her baby daddy was gay...which meant that she was single. All of the little fractures of his heart suddenly healed and he felt his cheeks heat up, his crush reaching a new level. At some point, they had started skating again, though Matt couldn’t remember when that had happened, but he did hear Lottie’s murmurings for her mama to skate faster and faster. 

“I don’t think mama can skate much faster Charlotte...” Y/N eventually stated, her voice a little more breathless from exertion. “But maybe if you ask Mr. Tkachuk nicely he’d skate you around a little faster. He’s a much better skater than mama.” 

Matt didn’t stand a chance against those big brown eyes and the soft ‘peas’ that fell from her lips as she looked up at him. Still, Matt wasn’t sure that he was ready for this. Sitting and reading to her was one thing, but he was worried that she’d end up hurt if he took her for a skate. It wasn’t until Y/N rested her hand gently on his arm and mouthed ‘I trust you’ that he acquiesced, gathering the toddler in his arms, getting her settled before he started off slowly, gradually gaining speed. 

The sound of Lottie’s laughter filling his ears brought his confidence up and soon he was skating as quickly as was safe around the crowded rink, tiny fingers tangled in his hoodie as she clung to him. He honestly lost track of time skating with her but as he started slowing, skating a final lap, he found himself shifting her so that her skates were back on the ice and he was holding her by the waist, his previous momentum carrying them both forward. The little girl seemed to love this even more and by the time they finally stopped back in front of the bench where Y/N was standing, Matt couldn’t describe the feeling filling his chest. 

The ice had started to clear and it was evident that Y/N was ready to go because she had her street shoes on already. As he handed Lottie back to her mom, the little girl thanked him repeatedly, her eyes already starting to droop. 

“Thanks, Matt.” Y/N murmured, using one hand to unlace her daughter’s skates, gently tugging them off her feet. “I’m sure Chris will also say thanks because she is going to sleep really well for him tonight.” She added laughing. Matt nodded and shrugged because it wasn’t that big of a deal. He watched as she packed her things up to head home, following her down the tunnel until the hallway parted. 

He wanted to make a move, wanted to ask her out but for some reason even knowing she was single he was too anxious to actually admit his feelings out loud. Shoving his hands back in his pockets he started for the dressing room until once again her voice called out to him. 

“Hey, Matt…” She started. “Chris has Lottie until Saturday morning…” The words were thrown out there with no real meaning and it wasn’t until she had walked away that it clicked and if he did a fist pump well...at least no one saw him. 

She was interested. Now he just had to get her number. 

[nymika-arts]

tagged by @cherry-buckley 🥰

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

1. name/nickname: Meg

2. gender: female

3. star sign: sagittarius

4. height: 5′9

5. time: 2:39pm

6. birthday: december 17th

7. favorite bands: Foreign Air, The Driver Era, All Time Low, OneRepublic, Fall Out Boy, The Lumineers, Wild Party, Fleetwood Mac, Wild Rivers, Welshly Arms, The Band CAMINO

8. favorite solo artists: Bleachers, Barns Courtney, Taylor Swift, Harry Styles, Noah Kahan, Hozier, Gregory Alan Isakov, Ricky Montgomery

9. song stuck in my head: Still by Niall Horan

10. last movie: The Prom i think

11. last show: 911 (ofc)

12. when did i create this blog: years ago, but i only started actually using it in maybe 2019?

13. what do i post: art, gifs, sometimes dumb shitposts

14. last thing googled: evermore lyrics taylor swift

15. other blogs: none

16. do i get asks: sometimes! mostly for ask games

17. why i chose my url: i wanted an online handle that was short and cute and not my real name so i made it up

18. following: 237

19. followers: 3,600 

20. average hours of sleep: 7-8 usually

21. lucky number: 3

22. instruments: once upon a time i knew how to play the flute but otherwise nothing

23. what am i wearing: black leggings, giant hoodie, and one of my fave tshirts: grey with a skeleton dude playing the banjo and saying “im too young to feel so old” 

24. dream job: freelance artist, hopefully in comics!

25. dream trip: the trip to florence, italy that i was planning with one of my best friends 💖

26. favorite food: pasta

27. nationality: canadian

28. favorite song: i have a new fave every week but i think Still by Niall Horan? or Already Gone by Wild Rivers

29. last book read: The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater

30. top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: tbh most of the fictional universes i know i would definitely not want to live in lmao but i think The Magicians for sure, the magic is super fun. then maybe Stars Hollow from Gilmore Girls, or the httyd universe so i can have a dragon :)

I’ll tag @grcywvren @vampirebuckley @renecdote @eddiesdiaz @buckleys-diaz (if u want to!) 

[charlierejouis]

Quick Notes: Chapter 122

Let’s go!

Don’t know if this cover is a shot at Sister’s art skills or an accurate representation of abstract art.

According to Dr. Muller, becoming a cyborg with only a human head and maybe torso can be described as “losing a few body parts”.

We know that Dr. Muller is a villain because, despite everything he’s done up to this point, he’s working with Ziggy. (Is this just to mess with Hermit?)

This is a pretty bad situation until you realize that Weisz is exactly the wrong type of opponent for Dr. Muller.

Kleene is likely talking about Justice and his forces. Do you think he’ll buy that they’ve all turned over a new leaf?

All right, it’s time for Shiki and Homura to team up together and beat these guys up!

Or not.

“You there! Boy, girl!!! Get down!!!!” I’m not going to... no.

I love the reactions from Shiki and Homura. Consider that it took Creed and Victory a matter of pages to beat enemies stronger than the ones that took them chapters to beat.

“The Demon King.” That’s Magimech King to you... I think?

Hey, remember how I said it might be bad if Justice comes and recognizes Shiki’s Ether Signature as the same as Ziggy’s?

Homura being captured by the GIA may be a blessing in disguise. If she lets loose about knowing Noah’s identity, things might be good for the EZ Crew.

Every time that Justice hints at how Elsie’s a criminal, I become a bit more worried at how fandom will handle the revelation of whatever happened between them.

Reminder that I’ll start tagging these as spoilers in 2021. If you tag spoilers and want to see these posts, whitelist my tag “quicknotes“ to keep seeing these posts. Though, you might not care about spoilers if you’re reading this now. 

See you!

[hopeshoodie]

How do you think the og boys would handle jealousy?

ok so @bobbysapron is doing an amazing series of asks about jealousy and I love literally all of them, they’re so good, and literally everything they post is so good. 

But if I had to conjecture- (also I see your ‘OG boys’ and raise you to ‘the LIs I actually care about’)

Bobby-

He deals with it internally (check my masterlist for more hcs about that because I’ve talked about it quite a bit) but if he’s feeling especially jealous and bitter he’ll handle it by being passive-aggressive. I forget who (reply and I’ll tag you!!) said that Bobby would make comments like “man that guy has a punchable face”, but literally that. If MC has close guy friends, he’ll always be trying cut them down with a subtle “He seems like... REALLY into himself” or “I feel bad for that guy’s future wife”. It’s shady and shitty and would especially bother me, but it’s what he’d do imo

Carl-

He’d get over it by flexing. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, but if he’s feeling jealous about a specific guy he’ll buy MC a new dress/earrings and encourage her to wear it around him, or dress extra nice (which for Carl means googling ‘Mens Fashion’ and copying a look verbatim). His emotional permanence is like 2 days, though, so he gets over it really quickly even if MC doesn’t reassure him because he forgets that he was upset and also reasons ‘but she’s coming home with me’. 

I just really don’t think Henrik gets jealous. He definitely can have his feelings hurt if MC’s violating his trust, but it never manifests in possessiveness or jealousy. 

Rahim-

He bottles it up until he’s really worked up about it, then blames MC. He’ll keep an internal log of ‘she touched his shoulder’ ‘she laughed at his joke for a little too long’ ‘she smiled at him x many times’ and throw it in her face if/when they argue about it. He also wants to flex, but unlike Carl he doesn’t do it reactively. Instead, he’ll just loudly and obnoxiously boast about buying MC jewels/vacations/cars as if that gives him ownership or something. Luckily he doesn’t get jealous very often, only when a guy is very clearly pursuing MC.

Lucas-

Most of his jealousy gets funneled into possessiveness and sexy stuff. He’s really turned on by his girl being ogled by other men, and really only gets properly jealous if MC is actively flirting with someone else. If he is feeling jealous, he broods about it for a while before dramatically giving MC an ultimatum. Of course she picks him and they have pretty forceful makeup sex. 

Marisol-

She gets horribly jealous when she feels upstaged or threatened (which isn’t super often because she rightfully knows that she’s a catch) and it manifests in her either being super bratty or trying to make MC jealous in return.  If it’s the first one, she’ll pout a lot and if MC asks what’s up she’ll insist “nothing!” and still be really fussy towards MC. Then, if pressed, she’ll devolve into crying that “I feel like you don’t care about me.” If it’s not that (which let’s be honest, she gets that way if she’s jealous of a woman, if she’s jealous of a man it’ll be this second way), she tries to make MC jealous.

Noah-

I don’t think he gets jealous often if at all. If he does, like Bobby, it’s all channeled inwards and it’s about blaming himself for his failings. He’ll absolutely punish himself if MC is spending a lot of time with a handsome, smart, funny guy. 

[dreamlover31]

Love Will Find a Way: Chapter 11

As the sun rose the next day, streaks of sunlight peered through the curtains in Alexa’s bedroom, she shielded herself from the intrusive rays by burying her face into the pillow that laid underneath. A groan escaped her lips as she stirred in her bed, then she slowly lifted herself up and briefly looked around.

As she rubbed her temple, she internally struggled to piece together the last 24 hours of her life, oh man…what happened? My head feels like it’s being drilled into with a jackhammer or something…wait wasn’t I at a bar last night? Yeah…and I think Liv was there too, is that how I got home? Alexa slid out from under the sheets and attempted to stand up straight but bobbed and weaved instead, then she became overwhelmed with nausea and sprinted towards the bathroom.

A gooey stream of bile ejected from her mouth as she hunched over the toilet bowl, as she gasped for air, she could faintly smell the scent of buttermilk and maple syrup; as well as the hint of cinnamon.

She used the toilet seat as leverage to ease herself back up, then she stiffly followed the scent trail to where it would lead her to the kitchen where she found Olivia at the stove flipping pancakes. Through the little blurriness of her vision, Alexa could make out a large pitcher of orange juice, a bottle of maple syrup and two plates that were set on top of the counter; she shuffled to the stool sitting across it and planted herself on it.

Suddenly, Olivia turned around and was taken aback a little by the disheveled appearance on her best friend, she couldn’t help but give her a saddened expression as the circular fried dough landed on her plate. After she turned off the stove and placed the pan and spatula in the sink, Olivia walked around the counter and joined Alexa on the stool next to hers.

Olivia grabbed the pitcher and poured the orange juice in the two glasses that were set next to the plates, without saying a word she picked up her utensils and started to cut up the pancake that was already on her plate.

Alexa shakenly picked up her fork and knife and tried to cut into hers but clearly lacked any kind of motor function, ultimately after a few bites, Olivia stopped what she was doing and aided Alexa in cutting up her meal. The thought went through her mind that she felt like she was feeding an adult child, Alexa ate a few small bites until the nausea crept back up, she sprung up from the stool and made it to the sink where she retched up the little bits of pancake.

Olivia followed her lead and came up behind her, she held up her hair with one hand as she rubbed her back with the other, Alexa let out another groan as she used her elbows to maintain her balance. With a dish towel in hand, Olivia wiped the little bit of vomit dripping from Alexa’s mouth, a brief moment goes by before they made their way over to the couch. The two of them sat in silence for what seemed like ages until Olivia spoke up.

“So do you want to talk about it?”

“Ugh…what happened last night?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I don’t know, I remember being here and then I was not here…I know that I was drunk because I have a massive hangover. Other than that, everything’s a blur”

“Well you were at the bar down the street and yes, you were drunk, I know that because I called to check up on you and could tell by the sound of your voice. I picked you up from the bar and brought you back here, where I changed your clothes and put you bed”

“Oh…thanks”

Olivia nodded as she adjusted her position on the couch, she placed her hand on top of Alexa’s as she looked upon her with a serious face.

“So you thought that by getting shit faced that it would solve all your problems, remember where that got you the last time?”

“Please spare me the lecture mom, I’ve had a rough couple of days”

“I know and I rather ship you off to rehab then to have you self-destruct all over again”

A frustrated sigh was let out as Alexa leaned back on the couch while she covered her eyes, Jesus Christ, she makes it sound like I’m a goddamn alcoholic like her mother was…I was just upset is all and needed to decompress and yes it was through alcohol…whatever. It was then that they heard the sound of Olivia’s phone ringing, she left it on the counter where the two plates remained, she picked it up and pressed the answer button then placed it next to her ear.

“Benson…yeah…ok I’ll be right there”

After she hung up, Olivia took her jacket that was hanging on the right hand corner of the couch and put it on then handed Alexa her glass of orange juice and two Advils.

“Here, take these…I have to head down to the courthouse, Barba’s arraigning that corrections officer that was indicted on multiple counts of rape”

“Go get him tiger,” Alexa sarcastically replied while she popped the two pills in her mouth and took a swig of the yellow citrusy liquid.

“We’re going to talk more about this when I get back”

Alexa shrugged as Olivia closed the door behind her, she splayed her body across the couch and laid her head on one of the throw pillows, her eyelids started to flutter as the pills were starting to take effect. Once her body was in a relaxed state, she drifted off to sleep. Several hours passed and Alexa was suddenly awoken by a knock on her door, as she groggily got up and made her way to the door; she rubbed her eyes to rid the little of remnants of sleep. As she opened the door, she jumped a little at the sight before her, it was Olivia. A look of confusion appeared on her face as she saw a visibly shaken Olivia who looked as if she had been through hell, Alexa reached her arm around her and lead her into the apartment.

They returned to the same positions they were sitting at before on the couch, Alexa stared at Olivia with a look of concern and put her hand on her shoulder.

“Olivia, my god what happened?”

Olivia leered off into space for a brief moment, her lips quivered as she attempted to say something.

“…Mike’s dead”

“What?”

“We did a close job for the wife of that corrections officer Gary Munson, he took her and Mike hostage…and then Mike went for his gun and got shot”

“Oh my god…Liv, I’m so sorry”

“It’s my fault”

“No, don’t say that”

“It’s true, I didn’t check to see if he had any firearms in the house and I should have known better”

“You did your job, both of you, there was no way you could have known he had a gun”

“It should have been me”

“Stop it! You are not responsible for this and if the situation were reversed then it’d have been you that got killed and then Noah would be left all alone…you think that’s a better scenario?”

Olivia briefly nodded as she contemplated what Alexa was saying, she knew that it made sense, if anything happened to her then Noah would end up in foster care and there was no way in hell that she would ever let that happen. However, it didn’t seem fair to her that she lived while chief Dodds doesn’t have his son.

“How’s chief Dodds handling this?”

“He’s devastated, as any parent would be”

Alexa used the hand that was on Olivia’s shoulder to give it a gentle rub, it was a reversal of roles for her, Olivia had been there for her in her time of need and now she was returning the favor.

“Listen, you can spend the night again if you want…we can order in and watch a bad movie while we have girl talk”-the two shared a laugh and then embraced each other in a hug. Once Alexa placed their order at the local Thai restaurant, she turned on the TV and flipped through the various movie channels to find something they can make wise cracks at.

“Oh nice, Deadpool”

“Oh god anything but that”

“Sorry, my apartment, my rules”

Olivia scoffed as she kicked off her boots and planted her legs sideways on the couch, as they waited for their take out meal, Alexa held Olivia’s hand with a firm grip. She gazed at her and softly smiled as she said:

“Don’t worry you’re going to get through this, I’m here for you and so is Ed”

“I know, speaking of which, he wants to take me and Noah to Paris”

“Get out, are you serious? Wow, that’s so romantic…you’ve got a good man there Liv, wish there were all like that”

“…yeah, listen Lex there’s something I have to tell you…it’s about Barba”

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