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remmammie · 2 years

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Could you do a ficlet of Roxas singing for G/N Reader to make them feel better? (Reader starts to cry after a few bad days at school)

Basically a mix of angst and wholesomeness (idk how else to explain it lol)

Oh gosh, my first piece of prose writing- and from Symmie no less. I haven’t written like this in a long time so do forgive me if it’s shoddy ;-;

Winding Down - Roxas x Reader Hurt/Comfort

Words: 1096, not edited or proof-read.

Head buried between my knees, I felt a cord inside me snap. The weight of the day had been incredibly suffocating and, finally, in the comfort of my room back at home, I deflated. Quiet sobs wracked my body. I was well aware of the others bustling around downstairs, most likely getting ready to head out for our usual trip up the clock tower for ice-cream amidst the sunset, but I couldn’t possibly show my face in this state: flushed red with strain and tears.

A knock at the door made my breath hitch amidst the hiccups. My head shot up and I stared, praying whoever was behind it would give up in my silence and leave. But the sweet voice that called my name ignited a certain longing for company in my heart.

“Are you ready to go? Lea, Isa, and Xion are already at the clock tower, slowpoke!” Roxas called, laughing as he spoke. Even from behind the door separating us, I could practically see the smile illuminating his face - I'd gotten so used to seeing it on him. I sniffled (perhaps a bit too loud) and wiped my eyes with my sleeve, wearing a tiny smile of my own at his teasing nickname and optimism. Still, I didn’t trust my voice enough not to waver as I spoke, so I held back from responding. After a couple seconds of silence, Roxas spoke again, but only just loud enough to pass through the door.

“Are you okay?” He sounded much more concerned, clearly finding it unusual that I hadn’t already flung open the door and jumped excitedly at him like I usually did. This time, I opened my mouth to respond, but found my throat was much too dry to form loud enough words.

When the door handle rattled, I jumped slightly, not sure whether to stop Roxas or let him see me in such a downtrodden state. I trusted him with my emotions, of course I did, but I was embarrassed the stress of the day had gotten to me so easily. I had hidden it well enough at school, though that had unfortunately included rudely speed-walking away from Roxas and Xion at the end of the day, and the guilt had made me more embarrassed than anything else. Always polite and with a cautious hand from Xion, Roxas had let me go albeit wearing a mixed expression of concern and disappointment. If only I had had enough bravery to tell him what was wrong.

With a click, my bedroom door was pushed slightly ajar. It wasn’t enough for Roxas to see me out of respect for my privacy, but our voices could travel much easier now. I smiled a little wider; he was so considerate.

“Hey, you can talk to me, you know? I’m worried about you.” he spoke softly, picking his words carefully. I felt even more tears well up in my eyes at Roxas’ kindness and accidentally let a short cry escape me. Immediately, Roxas pushed the door open wider. His distressed ocean eyes met mine and, too ashamed to look him in the eyes after what I had done, I buried my head into my knees again as the sobs returned and my chest started to pulse with pain. Roxas’ footsteps thumped closer until my bed dipped and a pair of arms bound around my shoulders in an affectionate tackle. Just tight enough to be a comforting embrace, Roxas’ arms squeezed me close to his chest, head settling just beneath his chin. He shushed me in his best effort to console me and I quickly became lost in the warmth and security.

I cried until I felt myself become physically tired, with no energy to continue shaking and with no tears left to cry. When I glanced up at Roxas, he had his own eyes closed and found he was still muttering caring words despite the fact I had stopped crying. He really was worried. Having my eyes open hurt now that I had cried them red and raw, but it was worth it to see the relief in Roxas’ when I tapped his arm.

“Um, are you…okay?” he asked, completely unsure of what to say. I couldn’t blame him for not knowing how to comfort someone properly, not after everything he had been through, and the naivete and inexperience was so endearing that I laughed a bit, quietly.

“I’m better now that you’ve found me, Roxas.” His wide eyes blinked a few times in shock.

“O-oh! That’s good! I hope I did everything right…I couldn’t sit there and do nothing while you were hurting.” Roxas glanced down, now more embarrassed than I was as he realised how quickly he had resorted to hugging me for consolation. Gently, I shook my head, then lifted a clenched hand from his chest to press against his cheek with an open palm.

“You did the best thing you could and that was to be yourself. I think…I just needed some time to cry and relieve all the stress from the day, that’s all.” I admitted shyly. With an affirmative hum, Roxas nodded too.

“That’s right, you didn’t seem yourself earlier, that’s why I came straight here after walking Xion home. I was worried you were too stressed out from school.” he explained. “Is…there anything else I can do for you? To make you feel better, I mean?” Taking the time in the brief silence to breathe deep and collect my thoughts, I touched a fingertip to my chin pensively. Of all the things Roxas could do, I knew there was one unorthodox talent of his that never failed to cheer me up, rain or shine.

“Could…could you sing for me? Something gentle…” I yawned, smiling softly at the genuine adorable surprise weaved into Roxas’ features. The blond boy cleared his throat and flushed a dark red.

“If that’s what you want…sure! I’ll think of something, give me a second.”

It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep after Roxas next opened his mouth, letting his gentle voice and simple yet beautiful lyrics fill my room. He was so close it felt as if he were in my head, singing to me in a dream - but this was very real as the thump of his heart against my ear would tell. I was fast asleep by the time the third symphony Roxas had thought of dwindled to its final crescendo and Roxas himself couldn’t help but smile.

“I guess ice cream will have to wait.”

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts x reader #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kingdom hearts fanfic #kh roxas #kingdom hearts roxas #kh x reader

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alvaro-s · 2 years

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Madrigalcest week day 5

I want to thank everyone who reads my stories, I really enjoy writing and I hope to keep doing this and keep showing my imagination.

Chapter 5: Jealousy

It was a bright day at the Madrigal house, it was almost lunch time and she saw her cousin Dolores with Isa smiling.

"Isa I think it's great that you feel this way."

"I know right? A few months ago it would be unthinkable for me to spend so much time with Misa" I froze in my seat and a single question came to my mind.

Who is Misa?

"I've heard you talking to her for hours, I just hope abuela doesn't see you..."

"Yes I am being careful" Isa reassured Dolores.

I hid so as not to be seen, was Isa spending time with someone...?

"I'm so happy for you cousin really" I could hear the joy in Dolores' voice and I felt my stomach twist.

"Yes since Misa is with me I feel so happy."

"You are very fond of her, aren't you?"

"Too much... she is special to me" Isabela's voice sounded full of affection.

My heart hurt... a girl... Misa... is making Isabela happy... Isabela has never spoken so fondly about someone, not even about me... since the fall of casita I have not felt so displaced... I don't even know who Misa is....

"Well I have to go to town I have to finish the new park and then I'll go with Misa, see you"

"Take care cousin" Isa left and I went inside.

"Oh mirabel, it's good to see you..." Dolores looked at me.

"Yes... Dolores..." I didn't know how to ask as I was ashamed of myself for eavesdropping.

"Is something wrong?" my words wouldn't come out.

"No, it's just..." I was interrupted by abuela arriving with us.

"Mirabel how nice to find you, I need you to help Isabela with some flower arrangements in the town square, I know she is capable of doing it alone, but I think they could use a little bonding time.

I smiled at abuela, she always tries to get family members to spend time together, but abuela is trying to get Isabela and I back to the way we used to be, mama says that I always refused to be separated from Isa and that Isabela used to be quite possessive and although that is slowly coming back at the same time I feel it is different.

Well I will take this opportunity to find out who the heck Misa is.

"You're right abuela, thank you I'm leaving now bye" I ran off to the slightly confused looks of Dolores and abuela.

I arrived in town tired, but quickly looked for Isa in the crowd, lucky for me, my sister stands out too much even if she is no longer Señorita Perfecta Isabela.

"Isa glad I found you" Isa turned to see me and the soft smile she was wearing widened at the sight of me which made me happy inside.

"Mira, tell me what you need"

"Well I heard you were helping with some repairs and abuela said to come by in case you needed help, although let's face it you already do a magnificent job on your own and..." Isa cut me off.

"Mirabel, I wouldn't mind a second opinion" Isa smiled at me.

"Well then where do we start?"

We spent almost three hours making various flower arrangements, I made sure Isa didn't make any plants that would be dangerous to anyone, although she looked at me disappointed every time I said no to the rocios de sol.

But as much as I watched Isa I never saw her smile to any girl and neither to any boy, well not in an affectionate way, they were all kind and polite smiles, I would say that her real smile was only given to me when she asked for my opinion and it was adorable since she looked like a little girl every time she asked me something.

We finished all the arrangements and it was already lunch time, in the end I couldn't find the girl Isabela was talking about and that frustrates me a bit, I don't want anyone... I don't want anyone to take her from me when I just got her back so recently....

"Mirabel watch out!" I snapped out of my thoughts at Isa's voice calling me, but not fast enough to evade the tree ahead so I ended up crashing into it.

"Auu Isa you could have told me earlier couldn't you?" I rubbed my head.

"I tried, but you didn't listen" Isa stood in front of me.

"You could have stopped me" I reproached her.

"I'm sorry..." I saw Isa's amused expression.

"It's not funny"

"You can't tell me it wasn't funny though, you're not normally this distracted" Isa took my face in her hands looking for any injuries.

"Isa I'm fine, it was just a bump."

"Well your forehead will probably get red, but... nothing mom's food won't cure" Isa gave me a sweet smile and I felt my face redden and my heart start to pound.

"Let's go home Isa, I'm hungry" I let go of Isa's grip so I wouldn't have her so close and started walking towards Casita.

"Sure..."

We arrived at Casita which greeted us cheerfully by shaking the tiles.

We went to the kitchen and found mom and most of the family who welcomed us with joy.

Lunch was quiet with laughter, abuela looked calm knowing that with Isa we were able to make the flower arrangements without any problems.

I was going to ask Isa if she wanted to go into town for ice cream afterwards, but she said no.

"Sorry Mira, I'll go to my room...I have some things to do" I nodded a little sadly.

"Oh I get it" My look of disgruntlement must have been noticed, because Isa quickly tried to calm me down.

"I promise when I'm free we'll go get that ice cream" I smiled.

"Don't worry, I can go with Camilo, right?" Camilo looked at me.

"Of course, I'll go wherever there is food" Camilo's smile was evident.

"Vez it's okay" Camilo smiled.

"Sure plus you'll be with your favorite family member in the whole world" Camilo gave a winning smile, but Isabela didn't look happy. on the contrary, she looked like she wanted to punch him.

"Well have fun" abuela's voice managed to distract Isabela and I was relieved.

We finished lunch and I was about to go to town with Camilo, but Isabela looked at Camilo with a serious look on her face.

"Isabela I promise to eat a big ice cream on your behalf".

"Oh sure you will" Isa generated vines around him and I knew I had to stop Camilo before he ended up getting caught between vines.

"We're leaving, have fun Isa bye!" I dragged Camilo quickly out of casita.

We got to town and bought our ice cream, but I couldn't help but look around for someone I hadn't seen before.

"Mirabel there's something on your mind right?" Camilo looked at me.

"Camilo, do you know a girl named Misa?" Camilo looked at me.

"Misa?...is there anyone with that name in town?" I sighed.

"That's what I want to know..."

"Who names his daughter Misa... unless it's a diminutive" A diminutive...

"I hadn't thought about it"

"But still... who would it be, I haven't heard anyone call her that..." My mood went.

"Isa calls someone that... but I don't know who it is..."

"Isabela?" I nodded.

"I heard her mention Misa's name while talking to Dolores" Camilo nodded.

"And what's the problem with this girl?" Camilo ate his ice cream.

"Problem?...there is no problem Isa can have friends if she wants, she is free to choose who she wants plus it's not like I can say anything" Camilo looked at me with an expression of I don't believe you at all.

"Well then if there is a problem... tell me cousin what's wrong?" Camilo continued eating his ice cream in a calm manner.

"I tell you there is no problem, it doesn't bother me at all that Isa feels comfortable talking for hours with Misa, nor the fact that every time he talks about her he does it with happiness even with affection" Camilo next to me nodded.

"I understand... so that girl if it bothers you" Camilo looked at me calmly.

"I'm telling you no... forget it, I mean, she's Isabela, she's someone sociable, maybe she has a lot of friends that I don't know and it's not like she has to tell me something or give me explanations" I watched as Camilo finished his ice cream.

"I'll go order me another ice cream, give me a minute and you keep telling me about your jealousy of this girl" Camilo left me to go get another ice cream.

Did he say jealousy, me jealous of this girl? It's not possible, besides Isabela is my sister.

"It's ridiculous..." Camilo came with a bigger ice cream than the previous one.

"Let's go sit under that tree and you keep telling me your feelings."

Camilo took me to sit under a tree, I ate my ice cream that was starting to melt.

"Camilo why do you think I'm jealous?"

"It's obvious" Camilo shrugged.

"I'm just not, Isabela is my sister, we had a difficult relationship for years...there's no way I would find myself jealous of someone I don't even know now" Camilo just looked at me as he started to eat his ice cream.

"You're in denial" I started to get frustrated.

"I'm not in denial! Besides, that girl probably isn't even that fantastic, for sure she only approached Isa because she was perfect, if that's the case when I find her that girl is going to listen to me, oh how I'll make her pay if she tries to do something to Isa, on the other hand, who cares certainly not me..." Camilo was still calmly looking at me.

"That's anger, yes, you're in anger."

"But...what if she's someone nice...maybe I could get along with her, maybe I'm just judging her before I even know her? Maybe I should just give her a chance?"

"Negotiation..." Camilo was still eating his ice cream undeterred.

"What kind of sister am I... that girl makes Isa happy and I'm here feeling displaced, I really don't deserve Isabela... I'm someone really selfish a few months ago I was the one who called her selfish, but in the end the most selfish is me... Isabela will hate me for sure" I felt the tears about to come out and Camilo just looked at me raising an eyebrow.

"You're really bad at depression... and no offense, but you sound like someone in love about to lose the person you like" Camilo finished his ice cream.

"Maybe... wait... that's... I like Isabela... or my god... I fell in love with my sister..."

"And we got to acceptance... WAIT WHAT?!" Camilo grabbed my shoulders.

"Camilo calm down" Camilo's face looked serious.

"No calm down nothing, you just told me you like Isabela" Camilo started shaking me.

"Camilo I'm getting dizzy..."

"That's crazy, ARE YOU LOSE YOUR MIND!" Camilo let go of me and I fell to the ground.

"I don't think so" Camilo snorted.

"I'm going to Casita right now to find out who the hell Misa is and also to find out what the hell you saw Isabela" Camilo ran off.

I was confused, but once my mind became clear again I tensed up as I realized what Camilo was going to do... oh no... CAMILO MADRIGAL COME HERE!

I ran towards Casita and in the distance I could see how Camilo ran into Casita, I felt my whole body tense up, but I didn't stop running.

As soon as I entered the house I heard Isabela's scream.

"CAMILOOO" I was going to run up the stairs, but Casita stopped me and I saw how Camilo was holding a small pot with a Cactus".

"Isabela answer me now!" Isabela looked furious.

"I have nothing to say to you" Isa generated a vide to catch Camilo, but Camilo dodged her by accidentally releasing the flower pot, towards the second floor.

"Oh no..." I know plants meant the world to Isabela, but cacti are extremely special to her "CASITA HELP ME CATCH THE POT" Casita's tiles moved quickly causing her to manage to catch just in time the pot.

"MISABEEEL!" who?

"Misabel?" Camilo looked confused, but Isa ignored him and climbed down throwing herself through some vines and reaching me with a look of total panic on her face.

"Oh my God what a scare you gave me" Isa took the pot in my hands and looked with total adoration at the cactus looked about to cry, but in my mind only one thing kept repeating itself Misabel?

"Isabela Who is Misabel?" Isa looked at me and then looked at the cactus in her hands.

"Ah Mira hi, amm sorry I didn't see you I..." Isa looked extremely nervous.

"Isabela don't avoid the subject" I feel confused.

"You weren't supposed to know it like that..." Isa looked at the cactus in her hands "Misabel is this little cactus."

"... ok..." I don't know how to feel.

"Yes Dolores told me that the name wasn't the best... and that's why I decided to call it Misa".

"Misa?!" WAIT MISA IS A CACTUS?!

"MISA IS A CACTUS!" Camilo ran downstairs.

"amm yeah, is that a bad thing?" Isa looked confused and I fell to my knees on the floor.

No way I was jealous of a cactus all this time... EARTH SWALLOW ME NOW, SWALLOW ME NOW!

"Mirabel are you ok?" Isa knelt down next to me.

"I want to die..."

"Don't say stupid things" Isabela looked at me reproachfully.

"No, I totally understand her, I would want to die too" Camilo looked at me with pity and in shock.

"CAMILO!" Dolores came from I don't know where and grabbed Camilo by the ear.

"AU dolores pains let go of me".

"Oh no...you and I are going to have a very serious conversation little brother" Dolores dragged Camilo to your room to the stunned looks of both me and Isabela.

"Amm could you explain to me what just happened, I'm not understanding anything" Isa looked at me confused and I sighed.

"I guess so..."

With great embarrassment I told Isa about how I had heard about Misa while talking to Dolores and how I thought she would eventually be replaced.

"So you got jealous."

"Don't say it like that..."

"Yeah... You know I won't replace you right? Isa settled in next to me.

"But still I know you have friends and you will eventually fall in love, I'm just... I'm just your little sister, I'm selfish..." I hugged my legs.

"I am too... I mean, I've felt jealous many times, when you talk to others, when you smile warmly to others... there's more chance that you'll end up walking away... and I get it, you deserve the attention and love... but that makes me feel jealous... jealous that you'll find someone more interesting than me to spend time with..." Look at Isa.

"I don't think there is anyone as amazing as you...Isa...I spent years chasing you, years pining for your attention, years where you just wanted you to look at me" I blushed.

"We're a selfish pair aren't we."

"Yes we are" I snuggled close to Isa.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to feel this way"

"It's okay...on the other hand...Misabel? Where the heck did you get a name like that?" Isabela blushed.

"I wanted a name that represented us, don't blame me I spent hours looking for a combination that would work, it's not that easy to combine our names you know?" look at the cactus.

"Why would you name a cactus after us?" Isa blushed more deeply.

"Because this was the first one... we made together..."

"Wait, this is it, I thought it had disappeared with Casita's fall" I picked up the pot and stared at the cactus.

"I thought so too... but while we were removing the debris I found it and... well here it is" Isa looked at me.

"You spend hours talking to a cactus..." I thought it was adorable now that I thought about it.

"Don't say it like that you sound like you're making me sound crazy."

"I think it's adorable... I don't see why a cactus would represent me though."

"It's not obvious... it was born because of you going to talk to me."

"We ended up arguing"

"But if you hadn't gone, nothing would have changed I wouldn't have generated any cactus and we probably wouldn't have reconciled, basically, Misabel was born because of you too" Look at the cactus in my hands and a warmth ran through me.

"Is that your way of telling me I'm the mother of one of your plants?" Isabela blushed.

"Don't make it sound so weird" I played offended.

"Isabela, I am a mother and you never said anything to me" Isabela's blush was getting deeper and deeper.

"Mirabel don't say it like that" I decided to keep joking.

"Misabel is our daughter and you kept it from me...I feel so hurt" I pretended to cry.

"No wait! I didn't mean to keep it from you it's just that I didn't know how you would react and..." I set the pot on the floor and hugged Isabela bouncing her to the floor.

"I'm not upset...just tell me the next time you want us to have a child together" Isabela's face turned so red that flowers grew in her hair.

"Mirabel...don't say things like that" I laughed.

"I love you Isa...I love you so much"

"I love you too you idiot"

"Aw you're adorable"

"Shut up"

"Isa don't talk like that to the mother of your daughter"

"You won't ever let it go will you?" Isa looked defeated.

"No never" I gave Isabela a bright smile.

We both laughed and hugged each other, I may still not be able to tell Isabela my real feelings... but at least I already have an excuse to spend more time with her, in the end my jealousy was only unfounded, Isabela won't let me and if someone tries I can always ask Luisa to break their bones.

#isamira #madrigalcest #encanto

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peaceoutofthepieces · 3 years

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chapter 34 (part II)

Fake Making-It

Social Media AU

part I

again, this isn’t proofread, because I literally wrote it all today, so sorry for any mistakes!

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Lucas feels a little lost. He’s been looking around for what feels like hours, and he can’t find Sander. He hasn’t seen Robbe, either, or their friends Moyo and Aaron.

He isn’t sure if he’s looking for Jens.

He finds himself in the dimly lit bathrooms, and he sighs, lifting his beer to his lips and taking a gulp. He moves to the sinks and glances at himself in the mirror, brushing a hand through his curls. It’s a pointless attempt, trying to coerce them back into place. He gives up fairly quickly and takes another drink. His heart has sped up to the slightly uncomfortable rhythm of intoxicated.

For a moment he just stands there, bottle hanging by his side, and takes a few slow breaths. It doesn’t really do anything to steady his heartbeat, but it helps clear his head a little. This is when he finally takes notice of the humming.

He furrows his brows and spins around, eyeing the closed stall in the corner. Listening more intently, he realises the humming is a quiet singing, and he creeps closer to the stall and stares at the door. From here he can make out a few words, but he doesn’t have to to recognise the voice.

“Jens?”

The singing stops.

Lucas waits, and after a moment, he hears the slide of the lock and the door swings open. It reveals Jens curled up in the cramped space, sitting on the closed toilet with his back to one wall and his feet pressed to the other. He has his own beer cradled in his lap, with his other hand still holding the door open, and he’s staring at Lucas.

Lucas purses his lips to stop them from turning up in a smile. “What are you doing?”

Jens is blushing slightly. He shrugs. “There’s more people now. They were staring at me.”

“So you’re hiding, by singing?”

“I didn’t think there was anyone in here,” he grumbles.

Lucas huffs a laugh, smile coming out in full. “Obviously.” He leans against the door of the stall as Jens rolls his eyes, and tilts his head consideringly. “Why didn’t you come get one of us?”

“Didn’t wanna bother you. Couldn’t find Robbe.”

Lucas hums. “I can’t find them either.”

“No Sander?”

“Nope, up and disappeared.”

Jens sniffs. “On Valentine’s Day?”

“It’s after midnight now, so…”

“Still. Shouldn’t have abandoned you.”

Lucas takes a long breath, quiet enough that Jens doesn’t notice, the musician having resorted to staring at the wall again. He doesn’t want to talk about this. He doesn’t want to think about it. Not when Jens is right here. Now when they’re supposed to be giving him a good night. He swallows down his protests and reassurances and instead says, “It’ll be really weird if someone finds you in here.”

“Yeah, but now you’re here.”

“I think that probably makes it weirder,” Lucas points out, smiling again. Jens doesn’t respond, and he sighs, knocking his fist on the stall door before turning on his heel. “Come on.”

He hears Jens scrambling after him with a small sound of protest. “What? I don’t wanna go back out there.”

“So we won’t. Well, we’ll just pass through.”

“Where are we going, then?”

Lucas looks around at him and raises his brows, pushing through the door back out to the bar. “Wherever you want.”

Slowly, Jens smiles.

They weave their way through the crowd, Jens sticking close behind him, so close that Lucas can feel his heat. He’s almost sure Jens actually has a hand curled in the back of his shirt, can feel the knuckles brushing against his spine. He ignores it and leads them to the room they’d left their coats, and Jens releases him to fish out his phone. He messages Robbe, to ask where the hell he is and to tell him they’re leaving. Before he has even hit send, there’s someone calling his name.

Lucas shoots a quick glance in that vague direction and doesn’t see any of their friends. He takes Jens by the wrist and draws him towards the front door, speeding up when more calls come and Jens begins urging him on. Lucas keeps a firm hold on him and gets them to the door. They’re almost running now, and they don’t stop as they burst through the door and start down the street. Beyond that, they’re laughing. Giggling like girls, downright giddy. Lucas is glad they had abandoned their beers in the bar, because by now he’s sure they’d have spilled them all over the street and themselves.

It’s only when they’ve made it onto a new street that they latch onto each other and stop, trying to catch their breath. Instead they catch each other’s eyes and break into laughter again.

Jens lets out an exaggerated ‘woo’ of relief, still clutching at Lucas’s collar. “Nice save,” he approves.

“Oh yeah,” Lucas snorts. He’s still holding onto both of Jens’s arms. “Very well thought out on my end.”

“My knight in shining armour,” Jens mocks, completing it with a small bow. He almost trips as he does so, and it sends them into another fit of giggles as he flounders for Lucas’s hand. Lucas waits until he’s steady, heart hammering, and then quickly lets go.

They take another moment to catch their breaths and look at where they’ve ended up, and then Lucas raises his brows at Jens.

Jens looks back at him and swallows. “There’s a swingset and stuff by the skatepark. It should be dead this late.”

Lucas tucks his hands into the pockets of his coats and nods, finding his lips drawing up in a smile again. “Lead the way.”

They’re quiet as they make their way through the dark streets, still sticking close but no longer touching. Jens scuffs his feet every few steps, and Lucas wonders if he wishes he was skating. It seems, even now, like his preferred method of transport. He picks up the pace, and Lucas does his best to keep up with the other’s longer legs.

They make it to a small park, set up with a kids climbing frame and slide and, as promised, a swingset. Jens makes a beeline directly for it and sits on one of them, tucking his arms around the chains and digging his feet into the ground to start pushing himself back and forth.

For a moment, Lucas simply watches, smiling. He had wondered if Jens was actually taking a day off, giving himself time to chill, but he hadn’t seemed at all relaxed in the bar. Now, however, he does, swinging gently back and forth with his eyes closed and a small smile on his lips, uncaring of Lucas watching him. Then he opens his eyes and meets Lucas’s, and beckons him over with a flick of his hand.

Lucas goes. It takes a moment to get settled comfortably in the swing, and he wishes he’d just worn his denim jacket instead of the long black coat he kept for more formal occasions. He’d watched Jens’s eyes sweep over him at the start of the night, however, and that had reassured him of his choice.

He wraps his hands around the chains and kicks himself into a swinging motion. “This is pretty much exactly like the one Isa used to love at home.”

“Isa?” Jens questions.

“One of my friends from school,” Lucas explains, smiling wider. “We still talk. For some reason she used to think a swingset was a great place for serious conversation.”

Jens huffs, pushing himself to match the speed and height of Lucas’s swings. “Okay. Serious conversation time, then.”

“Oh shit. Walked into that one.”

Jens huffs again, shooting him a grin. “When did you get into designing? Or how?”

“Oh.” This is a much safer topic than Lucas had expected. “I don’t know. I always kind of liked art, but even that, I kept it mostly private, just doodling and stuff where no one would see. I kind of dulled everything about myself down like that. My fashion sense was just as good as yours, which…”

“Hey,” Jens protests, though he’s fighting a smile.

Lucas grins, shrugging. “Then, I don’t know, it didn’t feel like me. So one day I just started fucking around with some of my clothes. I bought this like, multi-pack of kids fabric paint and just went for it. It was a fucking mess.”

Jens laughs, loud and surprised. “But it made you think, hey, I just wanna do this for the rest of my life?”

“God, no,” Lucas snorts, and Jens laughs louder. “But it still felt...good. I made the mess look purposeful and turned it into this paint-splatter, tie-dye, rainbow thing and I wore it the next day and Isa’s friend, Engel, kept asking where I got it and then begged me to make her something when I explained and, I don’t know. Since then I just kind of started, making stuff for my friends, and it spiraled from there.”

“And now here you are,” Jens muses.

“With the biggest celebrity in Antwerp.”

It’s teasing more than it is genuine, and Jens scoffs and twists his swing around to kick at Lucas, resulting in a rough tangle of legs. Jens yelps and grabs onto the chains with his hands when he’s almost tugged from the seat. Lucas tosses his head in a laugh and almost tips backwards. They’re both probably a little bit tipsy. Not drunk, definitely not, but both had clearly been on their way. Jens possibly more so than him.

“How are you?” Lucas thinks to ask. “After everything today. Was the stressing necessary?”

Jens starts swinging again and thinks before shaking his head. “No, probably not. I mean it when I say it’s not why I do it, you know, the whole publicity thing. I didn’t decide I wanted to be a celebrity, I just love making music and I thought how cool it would be if I managed to do it for a living. But then when people actually like it...it feels good, you know? It feels like I’m doing something but also like, I don’t know, I’m understood. Like people like me for what I have to say.”

“Or it could be because you’re hot.”

This startles another laugh out of Jens. “Okay, objectify me some more, why don’t you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Dumbass.” Jens grins.

“Hey, we’re having a serious conversation,” Lucas protests, kicking out at him this time, unable to help grinning back. Jens mimes zipping his lips and Lucas nods approvingly. “When did you realise this is what you wanted to do?”

Jens doesn’t hesitate. “Always. Music is the only thing I ever felt really passionate about, I guess. For the same reason as you. It’s just my version of art that makes me feel like myself.”

Lucas drags his feet against the grass underneath him until he stops swinging. Jens has already stilled, and he turns his head to look at Lucas. “You always do that,” Lucas says. “Say things like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you understand. You say it so confidently. Like you know me.”

“Don’t I?” Jens asks, brow furrowed and still smiling slightly. Before Lucas can answer, he says, “If I don’t, I want to.”

Lucas swallows. His question comes out as a whisper. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Jens admits.

Lucas sways slightly, looking down at the ground even as he twists his body towards Jens, listening. Jens’s feet creep towards his own as he twists around, too.

“I just want to. I don’t know, I feel like you understand, too. I just like you. I want to know you and I want you to know me.”

It shocks Lucas into looking at him, and it also shocks him into silence.

Jens’s cheeks turn rosy, and Lucas guesses it isn’t from the cold. Jens laughs nervously and slides his feet, accidentally knocking into Lucas’s. “Sorry, that was probably weird. I’m just—I’m not used to getting to know people like you, Lucas, and it just, it feels good. I don’t think there even is anyone else like you.”

Lucas leans forward and kisses him.

It’s soft. Tentative. A drawn-out press of lips, frozen in a drawn-out second in time, all in the single breath caught in Lucas’s throat. Then Jens presses back, raises his hand to cup Lucas’s head, and time jerks back into motion.

Lucas instantly reaches up to grab his face, pulling him in, and Jens’s free hand comes to grip his wrist and hold him in place. Lucas’s heart batters at his ribs, grateful.

He’s not sixteen anymore. He’s had his fair share of kisses. It shouldn’t—usually doesn’t—make him nervous. But this, Jens, is something he doesn’t think he ever could have prepared himself for. Jens is careful and he isn’t. He’s experienced, knows what he’s doing, and yet he takes it easy, waits for Lucas to respond to every move before making another. His kiss is gentle and his grip is tight, lips warm and fingers cold. Lucas is less focused on the tongue in his mouth and more aware of the riot in his stomach, the beat of his pulse in his ears. Kissing Jens is nothing and everything like he expected, as surprising and beautiful as the man himself. Lucas can’t remember why he hasn’t done this before. He doesn’t know why he hasn’t been doing this, kissing Jens, forever. Or at least, since he first saw him.

Then Jens is shoving him away and Lucas almost topples off his swing, breath rushing out of him as his heart plummets.

Jens wipes his mouth and harshly says, “What the fuck?”

Lucas gapes. He tries to speak and only makes a wounded, croaky noise. He clears his throat and licks his lips before managing to ask, “What?”

“What the hell are you doing?”

Jens looks furious. Lucas doesn’t understand. “I—did you not want to? But you...you kissed me back.”

Jens laughs, and even that sounds angry. “So it’s my fault. No. Fuck that. Fuck you. Fuck.”

“Jens,” Lucas pleads.

“No, fuck, look. I don’t know, what’s going on with you and Sander but I—no. I won’t do this. Jesus, Lucas, why would you make me do that?”

Oh. Oh fuck. That’s why he’s never done this before.

“Oh, no, Jens, no. You’ve—it’s not what you think, I swear—“

“Whatever you have going on, figure it out, Lucas. But I can’t—I’m not that person. I’m not being that person. After I told you—fuck, I’m not a consolation prize.” Jens stands up abruptly, and Lucas follows, but Jens holds a hand out before he can step any closer. “Don’t,” he says sharply.

They stare at each other in a silent standoff, Lucas feeling his world crumble as he watches the same thing happen to Jens’s resolve. Jens’s hand falls back to his side, and he looks entirely sober now as he gazes at Lucas with glistening eyes.

“I thought we were actually friends,” Jens says, voice trembly. Lucas shakes his head, pleading. “But after everything I said, you’re just like everyone else.”

“Jens, please, just listen to me,” Lucas begs.

He steps closer and Jens steps back. “Why should I?” he demands. “What are you going to say? I don’t want your explanations or excuses, Lucas. I thought you were honest.”

Lucas feels like he’s openly wounded. Bleeding. Surely Jens can see that. Surely he knows that he’s wrong. But Lucas—Lucas can’t tell him. He’d promised. He’d promised his best friend.

“Well?” Jens pushes.

Lucas shakes his head helplessly, and Jens’s expression falls the rest of the way. “Just—can you let me take you home? You shouldn’t be out alone like this.”

Jens laughs, but it’s just a breath. Incredulous. He takes another few steps back, shaking his head. “Don’t. Just—just don’t.” Then he’s turning on his heel and walking away.

Lucas wants to go after him. He should. He knows he should. But he can’t. There’s no point.

There’s nothing he can say.

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the-river-person · 3 years

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120 Years

The door burst open and in marched Monster Kid followed closely by both Greater and Lesser Dog who were escorting a sour faced Monster whose body was shaped vaguely like a flying saucer with long long arms. Papyrus, who had just picked up his phone to place a call, sighed and set it back down. “OH DEAR, WHAT HAPPENED THIS TIME?” If Monster Kid could have saluted he would have, he stood ramrod straight, practically bristling with indignation, his eyes furious. Despite MK’s standing orders to accompany Isa through the Underground, there was no sign of them anywhere. “Captain, Sir! I was forced to divert from my assignment in order to arrest the Monster known as Jerry for his continued abuse towards fellow Monsters.” For a long moment Papyrus simply closed his eyes and wondered if some people just liked being contrary and troublesome. It would certainly explain some things about the Monster in front of him, who had been brought before him multiple times in the last year alone for very similar reasons. “WHAT EXACTLY DID HE DO TO WARRANT AN ARREST INSTEAD OF SIMPLY A WARNING?” He asked, not really wanting to know the answer. Monster Kid, however, was quite happy to supply him with one anyway. “He broke the arm of a Monster who was trying to get up through the only path on his way home and asked Jerry if he’d please move. When Jerry refused the other Monster threatened to call the guard and Jerry got angry and attacked him. Our challenge route happened to be going along that way through the lower Snowdin Valley instead of on the peaks and we arrived in time to see the attack.” For his part, Jerry’s expression was somehow looking even more sour than before, though it was difficult to tell if that was because of the whole incident and the revelation of his misdeeds, or if it was because Lesser Dog had a hold of his cellphone. What to do with him? Everyone had the potential to be a good person, but only if they actually tried, and Jerry had made no attempts whatsoever. Initially he’d only been a minor annoyance, but recently he’d become much more of a problem. Puzzles hadn’t worked any miracles thus far. But he couldn’t just let Jerry wander around hurting others because he didn’t get his way. Perhaps some kind of community service? Did Jerry even have a job to begin with? A number of Monsters didn’t these days, only those who wanted to actually had work, though some enjoyed it. Often folk simply spent time and effort on their own projects. Maybe more traditional employment would be beneficial. A proper job with clear expectations. It was worth a try. “WELL, JERRY. I MUST SAY THAT I’M A LITTLE DISAPPOINTED. I THOUGHT YOU PROMISED ME THAT YOU’D TRY TO BE BETTER AFTER LAST TIME.” The Monster’s face twisted up into a sneer. “I’m not the problem. Its everyone else that’s the problem. Not my fault people come bothering me and making threats. I was just defending myself.” For a moment Papyrus was sure MK was going to explode, instead he remained at attention, trembling with suppressed rage. “ALRIGHT, THAT’S ENOUGH,” the skeleton said sternly. “I CANNOT FORCE YOU TO BE A BETTER PERSON. BUT I DO HAVE TO PROTECT THE MONSTERS OF THE UNDERGROUND. YOU WILL BE SPENDING THE NIGHT IN THE “SHED”, AND TOMORROW YOU WILL BE PUT TO WORK IN WHATEVER PLACE I THINK YOU’LL BE OF GREATEST USE.” The shed was really just his own shed, though it had been rebuilt several times now and was now more a comfortable cell with real metal bars that were too close together for anyone to escape through, and actual food provided. The dog food was still there, but that was for the dogs who guarded the little jail and not for the prisoner. Not that there were prisoners that often, thank goodness. Jerry’s mouth fell open in shock and as the dogs began to pull him out of the room he started to shout back at them. Since most of it sounded like obscenities anyway, Papyrus tuned it out and looked at MK. “AND WHERE IS YOUR COMPANION? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO STAY WITH THEM.” Wilting slightly, Monster Kid looked embarrassed. “It was their idea. Isa wanted me to take him in while they stayed behind to help the Monster that Jerry attacked. I think they had Monster Candy with them for healing.” Ah, yes that explained it. There was little arguing with Isa once they’d decided on a course. Determination went a long way, after all. He sighed again. “VERY WELL, RETURN TO YOUR POST. I’LL FIND A WAY TO DEAL WITH JERRY. HOWEVER I WILL WANT A FULL REPORT ON EVERYTHING THAT TOOK PLACE, INCLUDING VICTIM ACCOUNTS.” “Yes Sir!” shouted MK, and sped back out the door. What a wonderful way to end the day. Oh well, he wouldn’t let this sort of thing get him down, after all, he had recently acquired a new recipe for a Tagliatelle with Sausages, Rosemary and Porcini Mushrooms. Someone had uploaded it to his favorite site for new dishes, saying they’d gotten it from an old cookbook they’d had laying around somewhere. It had taken nearly a week to gather all the proper ingredients, and he’d been worried that Tripplenight would come with its Reset before he’d ever get to taste the dish. Yet finally he had everything and tonight he’d go home and try his hand at it. Thank the Angel for Pasta. It made everything so much better just by existing.

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deberiaestarescribiendo · 3 years

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Saint Jude's Miracle: A Javier Peña x OFC (Isa) Fanfiction. Chapter VI

Summary: Javier and Steve reunite and reflect on their past and their present and the hurtful memories they have to carry from their time in Colombia. Meanwhile Isa struggles with her everyday life and not having news from Javier for days is starting to worry her.

Word count: 2,6k

Warnings: PTSD talks, mentions of violence. (This is me trying to solve one plothole from season 2 from a character I really liked and hated at the same time👀)

A/N: So this took longer than I thought, I completely lost the inspiration and words didn’t flow I had to restart this many times. I guess I will look at this in a few weeks and think I should have revised even more, but I promised to post this today, so there it is. This is plot and more plot with a little bit of angst and fluff at the end.

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Chapter VI: Old Friends

Time is a curious thing; here they are many years after: Their bodies are not the same; the jeans are tighter around the belly and the hair is already grey in some parts, wrinkles around the eyes bear witness of the years that had pass through them, but nonetheless the conversation flows as if not a day has passed.

The empty beers sit to the side of the table leaving a small pool of their condensation over the wooden table. The music is loud at the bar and Javi and Steve had been quite for a few minutes now. The question floating above them making the air thicker every second it passes without addressing the matter.

“I should have reach to you sooner” Javi says holding his half bottle, is it the fifth or sixth he has finished?

“Don’t worry about it” Steve shakes his head and leaves his bottle on the pile “I called a few times, but I thought you needed time to process it all”

“The thing is I didn’t” Javi shows half a smile “I really fucked up and when they gave me Cali I thought I could redeem myself. Tried to do it by the book, tried to outsmart them” he leans on the table “and what happened? It was a fucking charade” he snarls

“You did well getting all that shit on the news” the blond agent taps on his friend arm “Shit! I wanted to quit myself when I saw it”

“They didn’t give me another option. But...” Javi crosses his arms over his chest when he feels that familiar feeling, the words and feelings choking him

“You didn’t want to”

“Fuck, I’m a middle age man! This is what I’ve been doing for my whole life? What was I supposed to do?” he exhales deeply, a burden is lifted out of his chest

“Everybody said it was unfair if it helps” Steve consoles

“I guess not Stechner” Javi scoffs

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Steve comes close “He disappeared. For real, MIA. Nobody has heard from him in years”

“Well, I don’t wish death to anyone...” Javier shakes his head:” who am I kidding? Fuck him!”

The two of them laugh out loud for a few minutes; the waiter guessing that their laughs deserve another round; leaves two cold beers on their table with a wink

“For Stechner, I guess”

“May he rot in hell” and they drink together

“So...about that wife of yours” Steve has been dying to ask more about Isa and Connie has tasked him with getting all the information he can gather.

“Isa” Javier reaches for his wallet. In the small plastic pocket inside it, there’s a picture of the three of them on a photo booth, the same day they had to go to the mall to get Elvi’s photo for her school application.

Elvira is seated on their laps while Javi and Isa smile at her

“Oh, she’s gorgeous. You’ve been always lucky with the ladies, Javi”

“Well, I am. I don’t know how she bears with me. I give her too many headaches”

“Connie was happy when they stopped asking me to go on field operations. Not gonna lie, it felt good for a bit getting back to a desk and just do paperwork. But then...” Steve blue eyes look glossy in this light and after too many beers “I saw myself reflected on the glass doors of the office and shit, it hit me; I was old and dying on a desk. And then you called”

“I understand”

“When you said you were married with a kid, I really couldn’t believe that you and I were once those dudes in Colombia”

“It feels like a million years ago”

“And just a few days ago at the same time” completes Steve and Javier nods

“What does she know? your wife, how she handles all that?”

“She doesn’t. When I met her she was...first of all she had left Laredo before everybody knew me for the Escobar shit, so when we met, we were just two strangers. We could talk and I could kick everything under a rug and let her form an opinion about me by herself without interferences” his gaze wanders over the tables: families having a quite dinner; a couple that has an untouched plate in front of them while they kiss and talk in whispers.

“And after you married?” Steve asks interrupting his thoughts

“I just told her the necessary” he shakes his head the necessary is almost nothing.

“Well, it’s better that way, but I couldn’t hide it from Connie. Man! I was out control; everything and anything could trigger me. I was anxious, paranoid all the time. I woke up in the middle of the night, got my gun out of the safe if I heard a car tire exploding or any loud noise and I’d had my heart beating fast for hours. And let’s not talk about the nightmares”

“The helicopter?” Javi asks, his voice is thin almost a whisper remembering the extreme methods the police used when the hunt for Escobar was on its peak

“Yeah...and many others. I keep on seeing the two of us entering that house, but instead of finding Olivia crying, she’s dead, shot dead as her mum” Steve sniffs and coughs moving uncomfortably on his chair. “That’s when I looked for help”

Javier nods remembering so many nights where he thought his brain could kill him, reimaging that kid in the ally, rescuing Helena, all the things he saw when Los Pepes were unleashed. By your hand.

“We should call it a night, amigo”

“I see your Spanish has not improved. Just the two words you knew back in Colombia” Javi scoffs with a grin

“Cabrón”

“Yep, that’s the second one”

Isa

It’s been two days since he left and he hasn’t called. Isa tries to focus on everything she needs to do before Elvira starts the new school year. She has called Chucho every afternoon thinking that maybe he had some news, but nothing.

“Ese marido tuyo aguanto mientras Elvi era chiquita y ahora que pudo se largo” (Your husband stayed with you while Elvi was a baby and now that she’s grown, he has left you) her mother commented once she got the news that Javi was away and he hadn’t call in three days. News travel fast in a small town and she hears the comments about her, about Javi: he did it again, he left another woman and run away, he left her as he left Lorraine. Every day Isa had to struggle with her own thoughts and the constant reminder from her mother and the ladies in Laredo that something was wrong with Javier.

Her brain repeats the same litany:

He must be caught up in something

Maybe he’s somewhere where there’s not a good connection

Maybe he cannot call for security

Maybe he did run away

Maybe he’s in danger

She tries to stop her mind when it gets that fast spiraling down towards the darker scenarios she can imagine. On the third night after he left and hadn’t called she had a terrible nightmare and she had to keep her little night lamp on as she does every night he spends away and every day since then, the lamp is on while she rests, sleeping just for a few hours and then spending hours turning back and forth trying not to think about the worst possible things she can imagine. What would she do if he never comes back? What would she do if something bad happen to him? Even though they had made peace by making love in that old truck before parting she could not forget their arguments and the things left unsaid. He would never leave them like that, would he?

Isa tries to be calm, not to project her fears and worries onto her daughter but each day she’s challenged with the never ending things she has to do at home each day: laundry, cooking, cleaning, and every time she thinks she’s finished there’s something new that has come up. Elvira is stressed, as any kid her age, watching the summer slipping away with its long days of freedom on top of her dad being away. So she’s more agitated than usual, sassy and misbehaving just to get her mother’s attention.

The trip to the supermarket is a long chant of demands: I want Cereals, I want Ice cream. All Isa can hear is IwanIwantIwantIwant and the wheels of her shopping cart screeching on the ground. She thinks her wrist is about to snap open just trying to hold Elvira’s hand so she sticks to her side.

“It’s really crowded, cielo, stay with me” she sighs trying to be patient.

But the moment, Isa hesitates and looks down to read her shopping list, she’s out

“I’m gonna get my cereal”

“Elvi!”

Isabel gains a few complaints from some old lady that she almost railed over trying to run for her daughter.

“Oh, you want that one?”

“Yes, please. I can’t reach” Isa laughs softly watching her daughter acting polite and looking like an angel towards the stranger woman. The lady gives her the colorful box and Elvi jumps excitedly until she sees her mum at the end of the aisle.

“¿Qué te dije de que te separases de mi?” (What did I tell you about running away from me?” the little girl pouts and answers

“I thought you would say no if I ask for this”

“Ay, Elvi. I’m sorry if she bothered you” Isa smiles to the woman. She is on her 40s, Isa guesses, she has a beautiful elegant visage framed by a brown with blond highlights mane. She smiles widely with her scarlet lips: “No hay problema” (No problem) she answers in Spanish, her accent seems different to the Mexican-American accent Isa is used to listen to in this part of Texas.

“Gracias igualmente. Está obsesionada con esto que está lleno de azúcar” (Thank you anyway, she’s obsessed with this sugary thing” Isa ruffles her child’s hair

“La comprendo, mis hijos son igual” (I understand, my kids are the same)

“¿De dónde es? tiene un acento muy bonito” (Where are you from? you have a very beautiful accent) Isa asks, for a moment she thinks that she might be overstepping but the woman laughs softly patting Isa’s arm with her hand stylishly decorated in elegant gold and diamonds rings, her manicure is perfect.

“Colombia,pero ya llevo unos años acá en los Estados Unidos” (Colombia, but I’ve been here in the USA for a while now)

“¡Oh! me han dicho que es muy bonito” (I’ve been told it’s very beautiful) Elvi grabs her mum by the hem of her dress rushing her to finish the boring conversation, mainly because she wants to get back home and open the box of cereal “Bueno, un gusto” (Well, it’s been a pleasure) Isa waves

“¿Cómo se llama?” the woman asks when they’re leaving

“Isa, ¿y usted?” (Isa, and you?)

“Judy. Un placer” she grins

The TV has already passed to that late night teleshopping advertising stupid stuff with even more stupid people repeating again and again the same lame catchy phrases. But there’s silence at this hour, Elvi is sleeping soundly and now Isabel can rest on the sofa, eyes fixed on the stupid people on TV and her longing for Javier.

She took the laundry out of the dryer today. Mixed in all the clothes an old “University of Texas” t-shirt that Javi rarely wears around the house and that she has stolen as pajamas. Without even realizing it, she smelled the fabric only sensing the sweet scent of the softener she uses so she had rushed to the bathroom and sprinkled the t-shirt with Javi’s cologne. And now hugs herself silently praying that tonight will be the night he calls.

The TV volume is set to the minimum and when the strong ringing sound surrounds the house Isa thinks is coming from it until she realizes that is coming from the kitchen. She runs, stepping on Elvi’s toys and bumping her knee over the sofa. Limping she runs and picks up the phone

“Hello?” her voice is shaky

“Isa is me” Javi says on the other line

“Javi, thank God, where were you? You told me you will call when you’d arrive and it’s been three days and I...” she babbles

“I’m fine, I’m sorry...it’s been a little bit crazy” he sounds tired and he’s speaking softly as if he cannot raise his voice

“Are you okay? Are you in danger?” Isa sniffs, the tears rolling down and she leans on the cold tile wall of the kitchen

“No, it’s just we have to go to different places, meet a bunch of people. I didn’t have the time. I’m sorry Isa. Elvi’s sleeping I guess?”

“Yes, but she will be really happy to know that you called”

“I’ll try to call earlier tomorrow”

“Yes...please, she’s being a bit difficult lately”

“Why?” Isa can hear how the bed creaks on his end and his deep grunt

“I guess it’s the end of summer, you’re not here, my mum...”

He huffs

“Elvi told her we didn’t know where you where and you can imagine”

“She hates me even more”

“Don’t worry about her. Tell me about the job” Isa sits on the ground holding the phone on her shoulder

“Isa...I rather listen to you”

“I haven’t done much. Nothing interesting”

“It doesn’t matter” he answers

And thus she begins telling every tiny detail, Javi was silent on the other side and when she asks if he’s listening he just hums.

“Anyway...I guess that’s all. And I hope you’re not mad but your old university t-shirt has a new hole in it which somehow makes it even more comfortable”

“You’re wearing it now?”

“Yes...I miss you so it’s just like having your arms around me”

“I miss you too, Isa. I only have this old dude on the medallion and the picture I keep on my wallet to remind me of you...not that I need anything to remember you”

“That old dude...” she laughs “he’s a saint and I think he’s doing a good job for the moment”

“Really?” Isa smiles widely when she hears his deep chuckle on the other side

“You’ve said I miss you for the first time, I will say it’s even a miracle”

“What? I’ve told that plenty of times” he says a little bit offended “ but we’ve never been parted that much since we’re together”

“You don’t say you love me that much either...” Isa adds

“That’s not true” he says firmly

“Yes it is, I’m not mad, you express it in other ways. I’ve accepted that when I marry you”

“I’m sure I say it many times...”

“You can say it now...” she whispers

“I love you, Isa, and I miss you” he mutters

“See? Saint Jude is working its magic” Isa laughs. Her heart is full and she feels like an enormous weight has been lifted. He loves me, he’ll be back

“So I’m not a lost cause anymore?” Javi replies with an amused tone

“We’ll see when you get here”

“And you won’t say it back?”

“What?”

“That you love me and miss me”

“Ay, Javier” she sighs “I sleep every night waiting for you with the lights on, praying that you will get back to me soon, I sleep with your t-shirt and even if I don’t believe in it really, I keep praying and praying that you will be back to our bed, that I will turn and you’ll be there, so yeah, I miss you and I love you. Te amo”

“Yo también te amo”

“Good night, mi amor”

“Good night”

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chappedandfadedvds · 3 years

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Jan 21st, Thursday 23:44

He felt his eyes bruning as he watched the game get closed by Lucas beside him.

It was late and for the last hours they had been constantly talking.

Right after dinner with Kes and Isa, to talk about the weekend and them arriving tomorrow. Lucas was already looking forward to have his friends over. They would visit Antwerp for the first time, unfortunately inmidst the pandemic, which therefore menat that they’d only get to see the trip from the station to Jens’s place. Maybe another time, it would be a little more exciting.

Still, the sole fact that Lucas could hug his best friends tomorrow, was enough to forget about the rest.

And then at around nine the two both had bid their goodbye and switched towards the large group chat on discord, for some good ol’ Among Us.

Jens had been a bit wary as Lotte had joined them to talk to Isa, but fallen asleep halfway through the conversation. She had rested her head in his lap, as she had made herself comfortable. His blanket covered her whole and her breathing was even. He had brushed through her her for a while until he was with his friends.

Because it was loud and chaotic and constant talking and yelling over each other, especially as they were busy playing. Jens had been worried that it would wake his little sister. But she seemed to really be out of it. Hadn’t even moved, when Sander had screamed at Milan’s betrayal two games in.

Amber had voiced her adoration at the sight of the´m three huddled together on Jens’s bed. He silently had agreed to the serene bliss that showed on the little video on the screen in call.

With Lotte sleeping on one side, her head buried on his stretched out legs and Lucas to his left, pressed against Jens, it really looked domestic. The younger boy’s head fell onto his shoulder every time that Jens was taking control of the player. They were too many for the lobby anyway, so they had decided to switch back and forth between games at the start.

However, as the energy had subsideded and a pleseant weariness had made them all agree to stop for tonight, the group was still in call for a little while, just talking, checking their phones. Some already ready to go.

„Guys? Do you have like a minute left?“ Jens voiced, with Lucas turning around in curiousity. The same one that was instantly displayed by all of his friends given him their full attention. It was a bit fightening to suddenly be faced by complete silence. „I just wanted to tell you something real quick.“

Like whiplash, Jens was quickly swamped by everyone giving him words of encouragment to continue. It was hard to distinguish between the voices cracking over the speaker.

„Alright.“

„Of course.“

„Take your time.“

„What’s up, Bro? Spill.“ That last one, definitely had been Moyo.

„So. I know that I had been really distant, especially over the last couple of weeks. And thank you so much for sticking with me. I know I can be a dick. I didn’t mean to ghost you all. I just needed time to figure myself out.“

Sander looked as if he wanted to say something, but Jens just went on. He couldn’t stop here, or he would decide to defer this onto some later date. But he had promised Lucas to change, and this would be one of the steps to take.

In all honesty his friends at least deserved that.

„This really means a lot to me. Especially since I havent really talked about everything that is going on. I promise you to do that, not today though. I hope you won’t be mad. But uhm, I actually meant it in the cabin, when I said that I will raise Lotte on my own.“ Jens paused for a second, his gaze dropping to the sleeping figure in his lap. He knew he had made the right desicion back in december. „So Today I got my court date to see the judge, who will hopefully grant me the complete guardianship over her. And I‘m really nervous.“ Jens ended and exhaled. He said nervous and it was the truth. On one hadn how his friends would react and if they would accept it.

It certainly would complicate future plans. He couldn’t just spend a couple of weeks with them on trips, or go to spontaneous parties, or stay out after school, just because he felt like it. He knew it would change their dynamic. And he was afraid that he would loose his friends along the way.

„Wait, what? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?“ Lucas asked, simultaneously confused and surprised. It took Jens a solid minute to figure out the reason. Right, he hadn’t told the younger boy about it yet.

„Because we were busy with other stuff.��

He realised to late, that this could be falsely construed. The whole voice chat was already in a struggle of wheezes and laughs as Jens quickly tried to take control back. „Calm the fuck down. With dinner. Jesus. Honestly. It was dinner preperation.“

„Yea. Only work and definitely no time for dick with this one.“ Lucas added unhelpful to the situation. It was a clear reference to the song they had listened to. The one that anybody else obviously haden’t and therefore could only worsen the glee in their eyes. There were high screeches and gasping lungs fighting for dominance on speaker.

Lotte briefly shifted, but nothing else.

Jens watched and waited. He could see Amber’s and Moyo’s wide eyes, while Milan, Jana and Robbe were clutching their stomachs. Sander only shook his head in feigned dissapointment as he grinned.

„Alright. Glad you all are having a great time.“ Jens pouted, despite the amused smile that gave him away.

„Sorry.“ Milan said, the laughs finally started to abate, only the occasional giggle slipped up.

„When’s the date?“ Yasmina chimed in. An angel, if anyone would have asked Jens. Everyone’s attention swiftly back on Jens, who pulled his phone out to check the mail once more. He definitely should write it down somewhere.

„On the nineteenth of February. So a little under a month. Alex, our lawyer, tried to get one as soon as possible, because of the urgency with my mom. But yeah. That’s not that far from now, I guess.“

„Do you know, if it will be a hard to win?“ That was Zoe , Senne next to her, both rather calm inmidst the chaos his other firends displayed. He always felt a little like talking to parents, when they looked at him like this in unison.

„I don’t think so. We had all other potential adults sign a waiver and I’m eighteen. The only uncertainty could be financials, but that is unlikely. I have the house and inheritance and my father’s allowence. Still, it could go wrong.“

That’s what caused his nervosity in the first place, the sheer possibility that something could take Lotte away from him.

„No, it will be fine. I’m pretty sure. You have always been great with Lotte.“ Robbe stated acsolutely assured of his words, while Jana nodded in agreement in the video next to him.

Jens felt his heart ease up from tension. He was so thankful for his friends. Most of all Robbe. How had he deserved to find his best friend and keep him over all these years?

Even if everyone would leave at some point, included Lucas or anyone who would follow, Jens was frighteningly sure, that Robbe and him would stick together til the end. He couldn’t even place the reason for his strong belief. His best firend has just always been there next to him. The one constant in his life, since they met in first grade.

„Robbe?“

„Yes?“

„I love you.“

Jens watched with great joy the face of his best friend, that brightened up into the brilliant smile that always lifted Jens up as well.

„Bro!“ Aaron declared, immediately accompanied by a stunning choir of awws and oows.

Lucas laughed next to him, his head resting again on Jens’s shoulder. He loved the weight. It meant that he wasn’t alone.

„I love you too.“ Robbe replied, still cheerful and grinning, yet certainly confused at the out-of-the-blue confession. Nonetheless both their declarations absolutely genuine in intent. Jens pondered if he ever had said these words on their own, and infront of others on top of it. But he just had felt right to say them out loud.

„Okay. Good night, everyone. Thanks for staying.“

„JENS! NO! You ca“

The audio of Luca screaming into her mic cut off, as Jens hit the red button to end the call. Quite pleased with himself. He knew that his friends weren’t satisfied with him just leaving. But it just was too funnny not to.

„So what do we do now with her?“ Jens said, pushing the laptop away, before lokking down at Lotte.

They settled on letting her sleep with them instead after Jens had suggested to carry her over. But of course Lotte had woken up from this and not the shouting voices minutes before. She had complained until Jens had told her that she could stay, to which she had asked for a goodnight kiss by both of them, before she sprawled herself across Jens’s side of the bed.

Lotte was back asleep not a minute later.

And though Jens rather would have had liked Lucas and him alone on their first night together after a week, he guessed that that would be some unfortunate part of his life now. He had said that out loud. And Lucas had only laughed on his way out to the bathroom, followed by Jens’s grumbling voice.

„Oh shut up. As if you hadn’t thought the same.“

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#week 13 #wtfock #skam #vds #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #chapped and faded #the group #almost done #oh and I didn't proofread #i'm watching mcyt #soooo...#hope it is comprehensible

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The Day Avalor Won’t Forget- Eleteo Finale Fic

It’s finally here!!!! I cannot thank the EoA Discord enough for all the laughter and emotions shared after the Finale! Fan fic, art, and more were thrown and in the midst of it all a story began to unravel. Below is the culmination of the ideas of myself, Gus, Sushibelle, Halloweennut, and more who contributed to a silly head canon I had. Without you all, this story wouldn’t have happened and you all deserve equal credit. So without further, please enjoy! (P.S. It’s a long one!)

In the Kingdom of Avalor…

The laughter of children could be heard coming from the village square. Giggles of different tones and pitches were mixed about as soon applause joined them.

A small puppet show’s curtain fell and the puppeteer himself stepped out in front taking a bow.

“Armando! Tell another one!” A small child in the front said happily.

“Yes! Please?” came another pleading voice, followed by a chorus of agreeing voices urging the man on further.

The man, Armando, looked around at the crowd and then back at his lovely wife who motioned for him to continue with a large smile on her own face, saying she clearly wanted to see him continue as well.

With a half sigh, Armando smiled back at the crowd, “Alright then! One more story.” He said and moved towards the back of the puppet theater stage.

The children cheered and began to chatter amongst themselves as he prepared the next performance for them.

“What story do you think he’ll tell next?” Asked one of the older girls, braiding flowers into her long hair.

This made a younger girl next to her think. “Hmm, what if it’s about the Sunbirds?” She said, flapping her arms like wings.

“Shhhh! He’s about to start!” came another voice.

The crimson curtain began to rise and Armando’s voice rang out, “This is the story of a beautiful Queen and a powerful Wizard… The tale of a day no one in Avalor would soon forget...”

Queen Elena flopped herself onto the throne in the ballroom, her crown tilting forward slightly as she did so. It had been a tiring day filled with royal documents and decrees piling up slowly on her desk. This was the side of ruling she hadn’t been looking forward to at all. But she bore it all with as much motivation as she could knowing that she had a duty to her people she had only just begun!

Still… she could afford to take a little break and the quiet of the ballroom currently was quite relaxing to the new Queen, so much so that she began to close her eyes and breathe in deeply.

The large doors at the top of the stairs slamming open against the marble walls however ended any moment of rest she had begun to have.

Elena jumped alarmed, turning toward the stairs where her sister now scurried frantically down to her.

Princess Isabel looked disheveled and out of breath enough to concern her sister who stood up to meet her.

“Isa? What’s wrong!” She said, looking her over for anything off.

The princess groaned, cupping her cheeks, “Elena! I have a serious problem!” She stated.

“What is it? Are you alright? Did someone do something to you?” The Queen continued questioning, taking in her sister’s demeanor, and trying to find the source of her agony.

Isabel paused before mumbling, “Prince James… asked me to go on a… date with him…”

Elena got closer, “Prince James did what?” She asked, not fully understanding her little sister’s muttered words.

“Prince James… ASKED ME ON A DATE.” The little princess ended up yelling in frustration, ducking her face into her hands.

Elena was temporarily stunned. Her little sister had been asked on a date by a boy. She knew this day would come after all Isa was beautiful and smart! Isabel possessed so many amazing talents and traits that would surely one day wow someone in a different way… But she had no idea it would come so soon. She had seen them hit it off well at her Coronation and even dance, but an actual date?!

“Earth to Elena… Say something please?” Her sister said, peering out from her hands.

“Sorry Isa, you just caught me off guard there! Wow, so Prince James huh?” The Queen said now teasingly with a wink.

A groan from between hands confirmed that the teasing had worked. “Yes yes, now please I’m freaking out here. What do I do?” She said fully facing her sister.

“Isa, I’m flattered truly that you’d come to me with this, but why did you come to me for this kind of advice? Why not Abuela or even Naomi? Don’t you think they’d have a little more… expertise here?” Elena said, laying a hand on her shoulder.

Her sister looked at her confused, “What do you mean more expertise? I figured you’d know enough. I mean haven’t you and Mateo been seeing each other this whole time?” She dropped casually.

Elena didn’t know what she had been expecting as a response, but THAT definitely hadn’t been it. It was equivalent to the feeling of freezing water pouring over her.

“I-I… what?!” She sputtered out, eyes wide.

“You don’t have to be shy about it, we all saw you guys dance together at your Coronation. Plus you guys basically live together here at the palace. It’s not actually a secret.” Isabel said, waving her hands around her.

Elena still hadn’t moved an inch.

“Did I hear that we’re talking about Elena and Mateo?” popped a blonde head from the top of the stairs also.

Chancellor Naomi seemed almost giddy with excitement as she looked over at the two sisters.

“I-I..” Elena continued to stutter, not being to form any coherent thoughts.

“Oh come on Elena, it’s okay! You can totally let up on the secrecy. I think by now most of the Ever Realm has a pretty good idea of what’s going on between you to two.” Naomi said, causing Isabel to laugh a little.

Elena however still felt like she wasn’t even breathing.

“Um, Elena?” Asked Isabel a bit concerned when she realized her sister was still frozen in place.

Just then one of the palace maids came by with a bucket and mop, “For what it’s worth your Highness I must say I think you both make a wonderful pair. You remind me of me and my own husband when we were young.” She said kindly with a warm smile, before continuing with her tasks.

“W-We what?!�� The Queen finally said.

“Wait… unless there isn’t something going on… or you just really didn’t know?” Naomi suddenly responded connecting the dots with Elena’s shocked behavior.

Inside the Queen’s mind was a jumble of emotions and thoughts threatening to flood her. Her dress wasn’t flashing different colors, but emotions flashed across her face just as clearly.

It wasn’t until the throne behind them began to tremble did the girls realize Elena was about to burst.

Across the hallway, an older woman carrying a basket overheard the topic of discussion from the opened doors of the throne room.

One Rafa de Alva couldn’t help but listen in when she heard her son’s name mentioned and boy was she happy she did! Her son and the Queen?! How wonderful!

Her steps became much more quick and joyful as she now moved with even more purpose to see her son.

“Mateo! It’s me, your Mami!” She called down into the Master Wizard’s secret library.

A thump and the dropping of something was heard before Mateo de Alva appeared.

“Mom! I didn’t know you’d be visiting… Wait how did you even get in?” He said looking up at his mother skeptically.

She smiled proudly back down to him, “That’s not important, what is that I brought you some of your favorite baked rolls!” She said holding up her woven basket.

“Oh, thanks! I’m in the middle of working on a potion, but if you want you can come down” He said sheepishly looking back over at his half-completed potion and books.

When he turned around Rafa had already made her way down the spiral stairs and was grinning ear to ear.

Mateo moved to give her a hug and take the basket from her, but her unusually extra bright smile was confusing him a bit.

“Um, thanks again Mami.” He said before turning back to his books, trying to ignore the strange vibes he was getting from his mother. Maybe she had just really missed him lately?

“You’re welcome mijo! Now, Mateo did you really think your own mother wouldn’t find out about what you’ve been up to in the palace?” She said leaning in close.

Now Mateo was really confused. What he had been up to in the palace? What did she mean? He’d been pretty busy since the Coronation brewing new potions and working alongside both the Royal Guard and Isabel to improve and incorporate their magical defenses further.Besides that he had taken on teaching the Delgados more magic as well. He really hadn’t had much time for leisure, so what could she be meaning?

“What do you mean?” He asked, turning around to gather a bottle of pure lavender extract.

Rafa laughed, “Why when the wedding is!” She stated simply.

Mateo stopped mid-pour.

“The...what?” He said slowly to comprehend what he was hearing.

“Oh, mijo you don’t have to be so shy with your mama! I’m so happy to hear the news! The Queen of Avalor and my son?! You’re growing up so quickly!” She said with a joyful tone.

It was at that moment that Mateo in his stunned brain fog ended up dumping the whole bottle of extract into the potion brew and the entire room erupted in a cloud of purple smoke. A small explosive sound could be heard from that side of the palace causing everyone nearby to stop what they were doing.

“Let’s go over this again so I fully understand… So you were on the way here when you heard Elena and Naomi talking about… me?” Mateo said as he was still trying to wipe the purple residue off his robes and process what his mother was telling him.

He couldn’t believe he had been so distracted he had caused a minor explosion. Luckily for his mother and him, it wasn’t anything serious beyond coloring them in purple powder. He had given several maids and royal guards a near heart attack however in the process…

“Yes! I even overheard one of the palace attendants mention that she thought you both were a lovely pair, even reminding her of the relationship with her husband. Isn’t that so sweet?” She said, clasping her hands with a dreamy tone.

Mateo couldn’t help but facepalm. This had to be a misunderstanding. Him and Elena? They were just very close friends… Sure they had been through a lot together and he thought she was the most amazing person in the world, but again they were just friends, even if Mateo sometimes wished they were more. Deep inside, he had a pretty good idea how he felt but he would always put Elena’s happiness and needs first, even if it meant above his own. This mentality had caused him to lock away his feelings for the better part of the past 3-4 years.

Having now cleaned up fully, Mateo put down the rag he had been using. “I’m going to go talk to Elena.” He announced.

Rafa beamed, blotches of purple still visible on her, “Oh of course! Can’t stay away from true love.”

Mateo instantly blushed hard, pulling at his robe collar, and walking toward the throne room.

“Alright Elena, let’s just calm down here.” Naomi said, backing away slowly from her friend.

“Yea! We were just teasing. I’m sure not the entire realm knows!” Isabel offered in support, also slowly backing away.

“What?!” She exclaimed as her throne began to shake and hover in the air.

Realizing that her flurry of emotions was causing a scene yet again, she instantly closed her eyes and began to recite, “Baby Jaquins. Abuela’s Chocolates,” and more things that made her happy and relaxed.

And yet even with all those lovely things in mind Elena still felt her breath quickening. Mateo and her?! Everyone knew apparently?! But they were just best friends?! ….Weren’t they though? The last time she had fully seen him had been her Coronation several days ago. When she had appointed him officially the Master Wizard and he had asked to be her first dance…

She felt herself gasp lightly. Was that a sign? Was there more meaning behind it? Yes, they had danced quite a bit together in the end… but he had been dancing with Carla too? They even look quite comfortable with each other…

Her heart clenched as this new thought came with a new emotion.

“Okay whatever you’re thinking about now, don’t!” Naomi yelled as she and Isabel observed the plants in the ballroom suddenly begin to grow violently in length, threatening to envelop the entire room they were in.

The plant vines quickly began to reach outside the open windows and through the connecting doors, spilling out to other areas. Those outside could suddenly see vines wrap themselves around the north palace tower and began to flee in horror, wondering what kind of magical mishap or creature had been unleashed now.

Elena could only watch on in horror, hands clasping her face.

“Oh no no no!” She said trying to fan herself to hopefully calm down a little.

Not even a full week into her reign as Queen and she had already lost control of her magic… again.

Mateo jumped backwards just in time as a large mass of green sprung into the hallway from the throne room.

“Woah!” He exclaimed, examining what he now realized was a plant vine moving further down the hall.

“Elena!” He yelled realizing the source of the vines was coming from the room his mother said she was last in.

The thought of her being in danger somehow motivated him to move and with a blasted spell, he made it through the nearly blocked doorway.

As he looked down into the room, he was surprised to find that the only ones in the room were Elena, Isabel, and Naomi; not a malvago or creature in sight. The vines were continuing to move around, but he also took note of the hovering throne and banners flying around in a magical mess. Isabel and Naomi seemed to be trying to seek cover, but Elena was found in the center, looking around rapidly in fear.

His eyes softened when he realized what was happening and he put his Tamborita away behind him.

Elena’s eyes continued to flash around until they settled on him.

“Mateo.” She simply said, some relief coming to her in seeing him.

The vines halted their growth and expansion and the throne, along with the banners, fell to the floor. He noticed this and smiled. He knew she could handle herself; he never doubted her. He was still glad to see that he had a calming effect on her nonetheless.

Little pitter pattering footsteps hopped behind him and soon the ever colorful Flo was standing in between the two friends.

“You guys are getting married?! Can I be the flower girl, please?!” She squealed happily.

Both Elena and Mateo found themselves stunned for another time again today. Caught with saucer-shaped eyes and mouths hung wide open, the room around them began to shake yet again.

“Oh no…” Isabel said from behind a pillar.

Mateo turned to see the movement resume before landing on Elena once more, just in time to see her flush a wild red and suddenly begin to tumble.

He rushed forward and caught the Queen, delicately holding her in alarm, her crown tumbling from her head and rolling to a stop in front of Flo.

No one in the room dared to move. Not even the vines.

“Sooo… Should I take that as a no?” Flo said innocently looking at Mateo and the Queen now laying in his arms.

“I can’t believe this all happened…” Elena said, flopping back onto her bed.

Mateo moved to sit next to her cautiously, fiddling with his hands. “I’m so sorry for my mom’s gossip…” he said, feeling so guilty that this ended with Elena even fainting and the palace covered in vines still.

She turned to look at him, “Oh Mateo, this isn’t your fault. Or your mother’s. Truth be told, what she did overhear technically happened…”

This caused Mateo to look at her strangely.

“Isa came to me for dating advice and she, well, she thought you and I… were a thing? And that’s where this whole mess started… Because I couldn’t handle my emotions and react properly. I’m sorry…” Elena admitted, sitting up against her pillows and avoiding eye contact in embarrassment.

Mateo felt the rose tint fill his cheeks again. So that’s where the rumor came from.

“I-It’s okay, really! You don’t have anything to be sorry about. It was all just a big misunderstanding.” He said, trying to contain his blush.

“Of course… just a misunderstanding…” He heard her mumble from beside him.

The almost disappointed tone in her voice caught his attention and despite his blushed appearance, he turned to her. Her face was lowered and she was staring at her hands. She seemed sad almost?

“Elena? It was just a misunderstanding right?” He asked carefully, not daring to insinuate something too deeply and risk their friendship. Afterall he had very firmly accepted his place in her life, as a best friend and trusted ally, and nothing more. He was content with that. Whatever made her happy, he would support her. He would be with her always.

Her honey eyes looked up at him finally, “You know, apparently Isa wasn’t the only one that thought that? Naomi and even some of the palace staff noted our… bond. The way we danced at the Coronation and how close we are on the daily, they just took it naturally as a sign of something more. Accepted it so easily and even celebrated it…”

He didn’t know what to say to all that. Was it really that obvious how deeply he cared for her to others? So much so that people didn’t even question it, but happily accepted it? And they thought it was mutual?

“Mateo… Was it just all just a misunderstanding?” She finally asked him in return, a curious look on her face.

Here it was. A moment. A door. She was asking him. Would he speak up? Would he finally pour out his feelings after years and risk their bond? Or would he deny them and keep their friendship where it was? He had spent moments wondering if he would ever get to this moment and what he would do when he did. Now it was actually here.

While she looked at him still cautiously and hadn’t moved closer to him, he swore he could note every single tiny detail about her in this moment. She looked so vulnerable. Her eyes wide and observing him. He loved her eyes; he could stare at them forever, even now. They were the eyes of his best friend and the one person in the world that he swore knew him more than anyone else. But they were also the eyes of the newly crowned Queen. They were the eyes of someone who had been through so much and deserved to be happy. Could he face those eyes with this reality? With his truth?

Could he really live a life without doing so?

He hesitantly reached out for her hand, Elena’s breath hitching.

“What if… what if it wasn’t fully? What if there was some truth?” He said, leaping into the unknown.

Elena’s face was reading a thousand emotions all at once when she whispered, “What was true…?”

“The truth is that while we might not ‘be a thing’, the thought might have crossed my mind once or twice… or more than that. The truth is that we do have an amazing bond and I-I treasure you dearly. Dancing with you at your Coronation was one of my favorite memories… I could have danced with you all night and more if you’d let me…” He finally confessed carefully, feeling a large weight fall off his shoulders and now the fear of her reaction sinking in.

“B-But what about Carla?” She suddenly asked, before covering her mouth embarrassed.

“Carla? Me and her made up. We’re friends now and yes we had a great time at your Coronation, but Elena it was you that I wanted to be by all night. But it was your day, you deserved to choose what made you happy. You were so joyful and carefree that night, I didn’t want to impose myself… I’ve always just wanted you to be happy.” He replied, clasping her hands gently to steady himself as the truths made themselves known.

She felt almost stupid for being jealous… Here he just shared his heart to her, like he had done many times before, but this time he was sharing it fully… With the fear of the unknown hanging around them.

What would she say now?

“But… but what if you also make me happy?” She tested saying out loud.

Mateo sat up straight as a rail. Had he heard that correctly?

“M-Me?!” He stuttered out in disbelief. His hazel green eyes looking at her with hope.

Her hands gripped his further, “Yes you, Mateo de Alva. You also make me happy. If I’m also honest, you make me very happy actually.”

He swore her own beautiful eyes were shining right through him. This was definitely a moment he knew he would never be able to forget for as long as he lived. He wanted to ingrain every single second of it to memory. He never thought this would actually happen, yet fate it seemed had other plans.

“So… where do we go from here?” He asked bashfully, leaning closer to her. He knew where he wanted it to go, but he would wait as long as she wanted if he had to.

Elena smirked, “Wherever we want to go querido.” Taking the plunge and addressing him with a term of endearment that she had heard her mother use for her father.

Mateo couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “Well, I guess you’ll be able to give your sister some advice after all huh?” He said back, suddenly more confident and even flirty with her.

“Just shut up and kiss me.” The Queen said, pulling him even closer and closing her eyes.

“Whatever you wish for my Queen.” And soon the two were locked together, the day’s chaotic events fading around them, making way for the start of something truly magical.

“And so the Queen and her Wizard began their love story together that day. Their love not only fixed the magical vines, but bloomed an entire field of roses in the palace gardens. Their love still lives on strongly, for there is no greater magic than love, and the entire kingdom of Avalor knows this because of them.” The puppeteer said, having the puppets of Queen Elena and King Mateo join in a hug, surrounded by hearts, before the curtain fell down again. Marlena finished strumming the last notes of the love song she was accompanying the show with.

Loud applause filled both of their ears as the town’s children and some passersbys stood to their feet.

“Bravo! Bravo!” They said together and Armando couldn’t help but blush as he took his wife’s hand to bow together.

Looking over at Marlena’s smile, he couldn’t help but feel so blessed to have his own piece of a fairy tale as well.

“I love hearing that story! It’s so different getting to actually see it though right Joaquin?!” said one of the older girls in the back of the crowd.

Her large hazel eyes had a far off dreamy look to them as she played with the flowers in her wavy hair.

Her brother however looked nearly disgusted, “Ew! As if we didn’t have to already deal with mom and dad daily Alicia…” He said crossing his arms and rolling his amber eyes remembering his parent’s constant displays of affection throughout the palace and beyond.

She sighed, “I think it’s lovely. They are still so in love just like that day once upon a time ago...”

#fanficiton #Elena of Avalor #elena castillo flores #mateo de alva #eleteo #romance #comedy #fluff #finale fic #EOA #eoa spoilers

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authenticcadence18 · 4 years

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Can’t Help Falling in Love with You Ch. 2

eyyyyyyyyyyy it’s another chapter!!!

Previous Chapter

AO3

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Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

If I can't help falling in love with you...

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The only available table that remained by the time Phineas and Isabella finally took their seats was at the very front and center of the classroom.

This was unfortunate, because no one really likes to sit in the very front of the classroom, and ESPECIALLY not in the center. It makes one feel exposed, vulnerable.

But it was also fortunate in the particular cases of Phineas and Isabella...because this vantage point prevented them from witnessing the rest of their classmates absolutely lose their minds as they sat down.

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“Oh my gosh….oh my GOSH.”

“LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT THEM SITTING TOGETHER. DISCUSSING THEIR LOVE SONG TOGETHER.”

“THEY LOVE EACH OTHER.”

“They’re so gonna get together by the time this is over.”

“LOOK THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS--oh wait, no, never mind.”

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“...so. We have to write an essay AND come up with a creative way to present our song. Do you have any ideas?”

Isabella pursed her lips and considered this. “Well, I suppose it might be good to write the essay first. You know, get that out of the way and then focus on the creative stuff.”

Phineas nodded. “Good point…and, if we write the essay first, we’ll already have a better grasp on the themes of the song, which will help us with all the creative stuff! It’ll be interesting!”

(He tried to ignore the way his heart was racing because it had been so long, SO LONG, since he and Isabella had collaborated on anything and it felt so GOOD to brainstorm with her, even if it was about something as seemingly mundane as an essay.)

“True!” Isabella replied. She chuckled before continuing, “Only you could make writing an essay sound fun, Phineas.”

Honestly. How could Phineas make ANYTHING sound like an exciting opportunity?

...Isabella had always loved that about him.

Phineas blushed in spite of himself (thankfully, Isabella didn’t seem to notice...at the moment, she seemed to be lost in her own little world) and asked, “...would you want to meet up after school and start researching today?”

When Isabella hesitated to answer, Phineas panicked and continued, “I mean, only if you want to! We don’t have to. We can do it another time, it’s fine.”

He had to slow down. Stay cool.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, Phineas!” Isabella insisted quickly. “I just have soccer practice after school today.”

….and maybe the thought of hanging out with Phineas after school was still a little daunting to her and the instinct to make excuses instead of spending time with him to protect her heart was still strong.

But she wasn’t about to tell him that.

“Oh, gotcha!” Phineas said, relieved. “I wouldn’t mind meeting after your practice, if you want.”

Isabella bit her lip. “I’m actually working a shift at my mom’s restaurant tonight, so I can’t, sorry…”

“Oh, that’s alright, we can just--wait.” Phineas cocked his head at her, eyebrows furrowed. “You’re working a shift at Nosh Olé tonight? After spending all day at school? And soccer practice? How long is that shift going to be??”

“Oh, you know…” Isabella shrugged sheepishly. “I’ll start at 6:00, which will give me just enough time to change after soccer and eat a quick bite, and then I’ll wait tables and stuff until we close at 10:00, and then I’ll help my mom clean and close up….so I’ll probably get home around 11:30 or so.”

Phineas gaped at her, the project (and any lingering shyness on his part) momentarily forgotten. “But when will you do your homework??”

“I can do that when I get home!” Isabella insisted. “It’s no big deal. That’s what I usually do.”

“But...but what about relaxing? Or taking a break? Or getting to sleep at a decent hour?? ...do you think your mom would give you some time off if you asked?”

“Oh, I usually ask my mom for extra shifts,” Isabella elaborated. “Sometimes she gets on me for wanting to work so much, but I like working!! It keeps me busy.”

“And keeps me from thinking about you,” she couldn’t help but think...but again, she obviously wasn’t going to say that aloud.

Phineas’s heart sank at the thought of Isabella spending any and all of her free time working non-stop.

….was this why he never saw her outside of school anymore despite the fact that they still lived across the street from one another?

At this point, the project was the last thing on his mind. There were more important things at stake here.

“Isabella, I think it’s great that you’re accomplishing so much, but there’s nothing wrong with taking a break every once in a while.” Phineas lightly placed a hand on top of her own and squeezed it, as if to punctuate his point, and continued, “You shine so brightly no matter what you do….but I don’t want you to burn yourself out.”

"...he thinks I shine brightly no matter what I do?"

...

“OH MY GOSH THEY’RE ACTUALLY HOLDING HANDS NOW--”

...

The harsh shrill of the school bell cut through the moment like sharp scissors slicing through wrapping paper. Isabella and Phineas’s hands and gazes shot apart as they scrambled to gather pencils and such into their bookbags.

Isabella’s face was burning and her head was spinning because oh GOODNESS Phineas was so WONDERFUL and he CARED about her and she was supposed to be getting OVER HIM, not FALLING HARDER.

Phineas, on the other hand, couldn’t find it within himself to be flustered. At this moment, he didn’t care what Isabella thought about him: he just wanted her to take his advice and rest a little, for her own sake.

“Thanks, Phineas!” Isabella managed to say as she stood and put on her backpack. “I promise, I’ll try not to work too hard. See you tomorrow!” She waved at him as she exited the classroom, only allowing herself to lean against a locker, cradle her head in her hands, and scream internally for a few seconds when she was out of his sight.

Phineas knew Isabella wouldn’t be able to keep her promise. When she committed to something, she gave it her all...years and years of helping her earn Fireside Girl patches had taught him that. The thought weighed on his shoulders like a bag full of textbooks (which, coincidentally, was also weighing down his shoulders at the moment)....he wished he could help her now, just like he’d helped her back then.

And then an idea occurred to him as he made his way to his next class, stopping him dead in his tracks even though Chemistry II started in a few minutes and was all the way across campus.

Maybe he COULD help her after all.

...

Isabella’s feet ached.

She’d been taking orders, carrying trays, answering phone calls, and wiping down tables for the past couple hours, and the physical toll of it all (added on top of fatigue from seven hours of school and soreness from two hours of playing soccer) was beginning to get to her. And the thought of getting home late and having to do homework only made her feel worse….thankfully, she only had one assignment to work on tonight, but thinking about it still made her head ache.

Had working shifts after soccer practice always been this exhausting?

She supposed Phineas had been right after all.

“Isa!! Can you come here please?”

Isabella gave the table she’d been cleaning one final wipe down (and internalized a grimace) before walking towards the front of the restaurant, where her mother was positioned at the hostess podium.

“Sorry to bother you, sweetheart, but there’s a booth over there I’d like you to wait.” Ms. Garcia-Shapiro gestured to the far end of the restaurant.

“But, that’s not my section,” Isabella replied, confused. “Won’t Lily get mad at me for stealing one of her tables?”

Ms. Garcia-Shapiro’s eyes twinkled. “Just trust me, Isa…”

Isabella narrowed her eyes, but she finally shrugged and said, “Alright, I’m on it.” She grabbed a menu and headed toward the table in question.

“Hi, welcome to the Nosh Olé Mexican-Jewish Café,” she said in her best customer service voice, “What can I get started--”

Her scripted response faltered when she realized just who she’d been asked to wait on.

“PHINEAS??”

Phineas waved cheerily at her. “Hey, Isabella!! Fancy seeing you here!!!”

Isabella gaped at him. “Phineas! Uh...whatcha doin’ here? Especially all by yourself?”

“I’m not here by myself, actually,” he replied matter of factly. “I saved you a seat, see?” He gestured to the empty booth across from him with a cheeky grin.

Isabella just blinked at him. “But...Phineas, I’m working! I’m on the clock!!!”

Phineas leaned forward and rubbed his chin in thought. “Yeah, about that...I called your mom earlier and asked if she’d be willing to let you off a couple of hours early so we could discuss our project. She seemed super excited to hear we were working on something together and said we were more than welcome to talk about it here. Of course, if you’d rather just sit and hang out and save the project for another time, that’s fine too!”

His confident expression morphed into one of uncertainty. “But, I don’t want to step on your toes, Isabella...if you REALLY want to work for the next couple of hours, I get it!! And I’ll go home. I just thought, well…” He rubbed his ear, face flushing ever so slightly. “...if there was any part of you that didn’t want to work for so long, you might need someone to help you act on that.”

Something warm and fuzzy and familiar bubbled in Isabella’s chest.

...it was getting easier and easier to remember why she’d fallen in love with this boy in the first place. (And harder and harder to remember why she’d decided to give up on him and avoid spending time with him in the first place.)

“Well, I suppose a break couldn’t hurt…” Isabella slowly took a seat across from Phineas and gave him a small smile. “Especially if I get to spend it with you.”

This comment lingered in the air for a second or so.

And then they were both blushing and looking anywhere but at each other.

“ohmyGOSH did I REALLY just SAY THAT?? OUT LOUD??? What is WRONG WITH ME????”

“Did I hear that correctly?? Isabella wants to spend time with me? ESPECIALLY me?? whAT??”

“Heyyy, guys!! You ordering food or what?”

Phineas and Isabella were spared from dwelling on the events of the past fifteen seconds by the arrival of Lily, the usual waitress for their booth.

“Uhhhhhh…..I guess I’ll take a water and an order of encha-latkes?” Isabella said slowly.

It was a little weird to be the one ordering rather than the one taking orders for once.

“Make that two, please!” Phineas added on.

“You got it!!” Lily replied with a grin.

“Thanks, Lily!!” Isabella called as she walked away. She dared a glance at Phineas, who was already staring at her with a bit of a goofy grin on his face. “Uh…” she voiced. “Everything okay, Phineas?”

Phineas flinched and laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, yeah, sorry!!” He smiled sheepishly before continuing, “I’m just excited to spend time with you, that’s all...I feel like we haven’t hung out outside of school in forever.”

A soft smile graced Isabella’s face. “Yeah...us hanging out, it kind of feels like old times, huh?”

Phineas smiled back. “Yes, yes it does.”

“...you know, to tell you the truth, my feet were KILLING ME earlier!!” Isabella admitted with a chuckle. “It feels really nice to sit down. I’m glad you got here when you did!”

“So am I!!” Phineas replied, grinning. “My mom gave me the weirdest look when I told her I was coming over here by myself, but when I told her it was to spend time with you she was like ‘ohhhhhh’.”

(He didn’t mention that his mom’s weird look became an all-knowing one once he mentioned Isabella, of course. That felt better left unsaid.)

Half an hour of casual chit chat and frequent bouts of laughter had done wonders in easing any hesitancy existing between Phineas and Isabella due to their lack of consistent interaction over the past few years. Any complicated feelings aside, simply hanging out and talking reminded both of them how much they adored being friends.

“Man, these encha-latkes are good…” Phineas mused after swallowing a bite of food. “They remind me of the ones you made when we were kids!!”

“You mean when we had that picnic?” Isabella asked.

She smiled fondly (and then winced upon recalling a particularly awkward part of that day involving Ferb ). “Wow….I can’t believe you remember that!”

“Are you kidding?? That was an awesome day!!!” Phineas beamed as the recollections flooded back. “First we got to have our own little picnic, and then Ferb and I got to build a super-ultra-mega picnic, and THEN when it disappeared, we got to have our own SECOND picnic!!! Talk about best day ever!!!!”

Isabella chuckled, remembering how excited she’d been to spend time alone with Phineas that day. “I think that was one of my favorite things we did that summer...” she mused quietly.

It had been ages since Isabella thought back on the time she spent in pursuit of Phineas’s affections in a positive way. Usually, she just moped over what never was or agonized over how oblivious Phineas had been towards her.

But thinking about their picnic, well...it helped Isabella remember those times hadn’t been only tears and heartbreak at all. Especially now that she knew Phineas cherished the memory of said picnic as much as she did.

Maybe the feelings she’d been stuck with for all these years weren’t so bad after all…

Lily chose this moment to saunter over to the booth with a pitcher of water and cheerfully ask, “So? How’s y’all’s date going??”

And just like that. The insecurities were back.

“whAT??”

“Uhhhh, this isn’t a date, Lily!!!”

“No way!!!!”

“We’re just hanging out!!!”

“Yeah! And we have a project to talk about!!!”

“Right!!!”

This wasn’t a date. It definitely was NOT a date.

Phineas and Isabella’s eyes met amidst the chaos raging in their own heads, and a question seemed to ignite in the air between them.

…..WAS this a date?

...

Phineas ended up staying with Isabella at Nosh Olé until after the restaurant closed. They spent the next hour or so talking, completing homework, and trying to avoid wondering whether or not this was actually a date.

Once all the customers went home for the night, Phineas offered to help clean up and even came up with a few ideas on how to make the closing process faster so Isabella and the rest of her co-workers would have more time to rest after late-night shifts.

Once they finished cleaning up and locked the doors behind them, Ms. Garcia-Shapiro insisted on giving Phineas a ride home (since it was very late and there was NO WAY he was walking home by himself).

...

“Thanks for all your help, Phineas!!! My mom and I really appreciate it.”

Isabella and Phineas were saying their goodbyes in front of Isabella’s house.

“And, thanks for spending time with me and helping me realize just how exhausted I was from working so hard…” Fortunately, the dim light of the porch wasn’t bright enough to illuminate the rosy blush spreading across Isabella’s face. “....from now on, I’m going to make an effort to take more breaks!!”

Phineas grinned broadly at her. “That’s awesome, Isabella!! I’m really proud of you.” Without thinking about it, he stepped forward and wrapped her in a hug...only to panic after a second because was this okay? They’d hugged all the time when they were kids but was it weird now?? Especially after the comment Lily made about them being on a date???

This panic quickly dissipated and gave way to cozy warmth as Isabella tightly hugged him back.

“He’s proud of me….” Isabella's heart sang.

And then her head reminded her, “ This is normal. Friends hug all the time. We’re friends. We’re hugging. That’s it .”

Still though...the hug went on for a bit longer than one might have considered typical of two friends.

“Well, uh….I should probably go home…it’s pretty late.” Phineas (somewhat reluctantly) withdrew himself from the hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow, though! We can start making plans for our project then!”

“Sounds great!!” Isabella exclaimed as he walked away. “Bye, Phineas!!!”

“Bye, Isabella!!”

Isabella stood outside and watched as Phineas crossed the street, only opening her own door as he opened his. They waved goodbye before stepping inside and practically melting against their respective doorways.

Phineas’s heart was beating so fast, ridiculously fast, because not only had he spent the evening with Isabella, but she’d HUGGED HIM BACK. Even if his feelings were unrequited, she still liked spending time with him. She still liked hugging him.

For now, that was more than enough.

Isabella, meanwhile, was undergoing a bit of a crisis. The butterflies, the warmth, the happiness radiating from her heart....it was all so familiar, and yet felt different, stronger, than it ever had. If this was her reaction to spending a couple of hours with Phineas, she wasn’t sure how she’d be able to spend a few weeks with him...especially to complete an in-depth project on a love song.

Well. She’d cross that bridge when she got to it.

...

THANK YOU SM FOR READING!!!! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!!

(I've been working in customer service all summer, which provided ample inspiration for this chapter, LOL. To all current and former customer service workers out there who might be reading this, YOU ROCK!!!)

(Also thank you @youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal for being an amazing beta, and thank you @macaronsforchat for being so supportive and lovely!! I love y’all!!! <3 <3 <3)

#cadence writes #phineas and ferb #phinabella #phinbella #isabella and phineas #phineas and isabella #phineas and ferb fic #phineas flynn #isabella garcia shapiro #asdkjfasdklfjsalksd i love them so much #aahhh #can’t help falling in love

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spam-monster · 4 years

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Helsaweek free space

(I missed a bunch this year because virus-stress has worn down my brain. Might try to write for all the prompts I missed sometime, but for now, have this.)

Words

- One of them standard “soulmate au’s” where whatever your soulmate writes on their arm shows up on yours + two very secretive people who have their own reasons to not want to find their soulmate + hiding your identity because surely you’re not going to just run into them one day without knowing who they are = some very terrible, awkward situations.

- Refrences to Frozen Fever and Frozen 2

- Elsa writing is in italics, Hans writing is bold italics

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If he was not a Prince of the Southern Isles, Hans would have been using the words to try and find his soulmate. But the Westergard family discourages, even forbids, royals from marrying their soulmates; they say those feeling only make you weak and vulnerable.

Luckily, the girl whose messages appear on his arm is not offended by this.

It’s not safe for anyone to be around me, she writes. I can’t control it. I’ve hurt people I care about. I don’t want to hurt you, too.

She won’t tell him what “it” is, and he doesn’t push it.

In that case…maybe we can just be friends? Hans writes her, the pen scratching against his arm. My brothers don’t pay a lot of attention to me. It would be nice to have someone to talk to at least.

I guess that’s okay.

What’s your name?

Don’t know if I should tell you

I don’t want you to look for me.

Okay

But I need to call you something

What if you make up a name? Like authors do?

She takes a few minutes to respond.

Isa.

Okay Isa.

And you can call me John.

John.

Maybe someday

When

If I ever get this under control

I’ll tell you my real name

(Hans will wish he had kept asking. At the time, he hadn’t seen a reason to argue with her. After all, the world was a big place, and it was unlikely he would ever run into his soulmate by accident.)

(And if he did…he would know, right?)

---

Isa wrote him about her lessons, missing being able to go outside without fear, worries about her little sister (Isa had nicknamed her “Joan”, after a portrait of Joan of Arc she seemed to like talking to). Hans wrote her about his brother’s cruel pranks, his countries dismal atmosphere, the young foal he had been gifted named Sitron. Isa listened to his complaints even when they felt silly. Hans encouraged Isa in her battle against whatever was tormenting her.

It was nice, for a while.

Then his family found out that he still kept in touch with his soulmate.

“Unless she’s someone we can manipulate, there’s no reason to bother with her.”

“Like Hans would be soulmates with anyone destined for power!”

“But I’m not going to try and marry her! I don’t even know her name!”

In the end, he had to swear to not speak with her anymore.

(But since Hans technically had never been speaking with her anyway…)

I can’t write you as much as I used to, or they’ll notice. We can still keep in touch, okay?

---

Without a constant confidant to keep him distracted from neglect, his heart hardened.

Sometimes, they didn’t talk for weeks.

(One time, they didn’t talk for months. My parents…Isa had written, and refused to say any more.

I’m sorry, he wrote back.)

But still, she was always there, in the back of his mind.

*When I become a hero* he thought to himself *I’ll find her and save her from whatever thing has been haunting her all these years*

---

I’m nervous she had written him, the night before he arrived in Arendelle.

So am I he had written back. I’m meeting someone important tomorrow. I have it all planned out. If all goes well, I might finally be able to escape from my family.

I wish I could escape.

If I mess up tomorrow

Whatever is happening, you’ll be fine.

Tomorrow night, I’ll be telling you all about my brilliant plan’s success and you’ll be telling me about how you were able to control yourself just fine.

(He couldn’t tell her he was planning to get engaged to someone else. Even if they had agreed long ago that they weren’t going to marry each other, it would’ve felt awkward.)

And maybe actually be able to talk to your sister for once.

Okay. Right.

Thank you, John.

---

(The next night, Hans was too busy dealing with a kingdom full of panicked citizens and a summer blizzard to write anything to his soulmate.

She didn’t write to him either.

He should have noticed.)

---

John!

I’m sorry, I should have written to you sooner!

Things have been so hectic the last few days

I told her

I told her everything

Everyone knows and it’s okay

I was so scared

I thought I had lost Anna forever

But I finally figured out how to control it

Anna?

My sister

Her real name is Anna

(More words appeared. Hans didn’t process any of them.)

Elsa?

You know who I am

Were you at the coronation?

John?

Hans refused to look at his arm for a week.

---

Of course.

Of course it was her.

The one good thing in his life, and he had almost-

---

Are you afraid of me?

Please John

Just

Answer me

---

He should tell her to stop.

Never speak to her again.

It was torture.

If she found out who her soulmate really was…

---

Don’t stop

John?

Don’t stop talking to me

Please.

Keep writing

I don’t know if I can

I might not write you back

For a long time

And it’s not you

It’s not because of

Your powers or anything

Just please don’t stop

---

It was a self-inflicted punishment, and one he fully deserved.

---

He did write a bit, after that. Mostly just short comments on her stories or funny doodles when he was bored.

She never pushed him for an answer.

Now that he knew, she was a lot more open about everything. She told him her parent’s real names, what had really happened that had made her push Anna and everyone else away, about her creations, about Arendelle and its people, about Anna’s finding her own soulmate, about being a good queen.

(The one good thing about being an official disgrace was that none of his family bothered to try and stop him from reading her words anymore.)

---

I got hit by a snowball today.

Out of nowhere.

I almost though you had found me for a second.

I might have sneezed.

Into a bugel horn.

But you don’t even live in Arendelle

I assumed

I don’t

How

That’s what I’d like to know

---

I’ve been hearing things.

A voice.

---

Arendelle is in danger.

We’re going to the woods.

I don’t know

When we’ll be back

Good luck

With that.

---

Hans was sitting in the stables, trying to read, when his arm started feeling a bit numb.

Then it turned cold.

Then…

Hans watched in horror as faint outlines of snowflakes started to appear.

Elsa

Elsa?

What’s happening?

---

A few hours later, he had scratched his arm open from writing so much and was desperately trying to talk himself out of stealing away to Arendelle’s mythical forest himself when the cold faded away as suddenly as it had appeared.

---

John?

It’s a long story

---

You died?!

---

You’re leaving.

---

You’re running away again, Elsa.

I’m not running away!

The forest needs me.

Anna needs you.

Anna is strong.

She’ll be fine without me.

But does she want to be without you?

---

Hans could care less about family, about “true love”, about soulmates.

So why did he keep arguing with her?

Now Elsa was the one sending curt replies, while he was the one who couldn’t stop writing to her.

How could he have everything he ever wanted, and just throw it all away like that?

How dare she.

---

*Anna didn’t jump in front of my sword for you to just abandon her again* he thought, but did not write.

---

You won’t even tell me who you really are! Why should I listen to you?

You don’t want to know who I am.

You can’t know that!

Believe me, I do.

You would hate yourself. You already hate me.

Yes, I’m mad at you right now

But I don’t hate you

You do

You really do

And you have every reason to after what I

John.

Have we met.

At the coronation.

There’s only one person i

John

How many older brothers did you say you have

---

And he said no more.

---

Look to the North.

It was the first time she had written him in three days.

There was a strange light in the sky, glittering like a fresh snowfall.

He took Sitron and followed it.

---

Surely she wouldn’t be foolish enough to come all the way here.

---

She was.

Hans almost didn’t recognize her at first. Her hair was down, her gown glowing white against the night skies and dark cliffs. A horse stood at her side, its colors shifting strangely. There were no ships anywhere in sight.

“It is you.” She said quietly.

“How did you…?”

“I rode.” She gestured to the horse, which on closer inspection was made of water.

(A Nokk, he remembered from her messages.)

“You rode across the ocean?!”

She shrugged, a bit awkwardly. “I didn’t want to take a ship. I didn’t want Anna asking questions and finding out about…” she gestured.

“…Yeah. This.”

He dismounted. Sighed. He was wholly unprepared to have this conversation.

“Okay. We should…do you want to sit down? This is probably going to take a while.”

---

Why did you…

Why didn’t you…

I should have known…

I should have figured it out, but I was so stupid and blinded and desperate…

I should have reached out to you, I knew you were hurting, I should have tried to help you…

---

“It’s getting late.” He finally said. “Or…early, I guess.” They had talked all night, and the sky was already lightening. “I should go back before anyone notices I’m gone. Which might take a while, but still-“

“Wait.” She said.

He waited. She looked him over, considering. Sighed. Stared up into his eyes.

“Hans. Come back with me.”

“What? …You can’t mean…are you crazy?! After everything I…I almost killed you!”

“You said…that you had though about saving me someday, but you never thought you were strong enough to do it. Well, I thought the same thing. About saving you, I mean. Finding a way to bring you to Arendelle, away from your family, but…I was scared of letting you get too close to me. That if we met, we wouldn’t be able to stay away from each other.”

He snorted at that, clenching his fists to try to hide the trembling in his hands.

“Hans…I’m not scared anymore. Of myself, or of you. Please. I want to make this right.” She reached out to him.

And he knew he shouldn’t, could think of a million reasons why (*not good enough not strong enough weak worthless only going to hurt yourself only going to hurt her can’t trust can’t believe in anyone*), but…he was just so tired of it all, and she wasn’t a liar like them, and he wanted.

He took her hand. Something settled, deep inside him.

“Okay. Just one question.”

“Yes?”

He gestured to Sitron. “How do we get a horse to ride a horse across the ocean?”

Her laugh was exactly as adorable as he had always imagined it being.

-----

(And he convinced her to spend more time in Arendelle, and she convinced him that the woods weren’t so bad, and they built a nice little cottage right on the border so they could divide their time equally between the town and the forest, and lived happily ever after the end.)

#helsa #helsaweek #helsaweek2020 #helsa au #prince hans #hans westergaard #elsa #frozen #frozen au #soulmate au

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azozzoni · 4 years

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I need a continuation of the roadtrip au! Maybe with vds reuniting at the very end of trip?

“I can’t feel my legs,” Jens complained, trying to stretch out in the back seat of the car, but after two weeks of being stuck in a car with three other guys, there wasn’t much he could do to get comfortable.

“I’m hungry,” Aaron said from next to him, sifting through the empty wrappers on the floor for a moment. Jens couldn’t remember the last time they’d thrown anything out, which was probably what was responsible for the smell permeating the car. That and they had spent the last three days sleeping in various parks. What Jens wouldn’t give for a shower.

“Do we have any money left?” Robbe asked, twisting around in the front seat. Moyo turned up the radio as Jens dug in his pocket.

“I got, like, twenty euros?”

“I’m almost tapped out,” Aaron said, glancing at Moyo. “Think maybe it’s time to go home?”

“Home!” Moyo scoffed. “We live on the road now.”

“I don’t want to smell your BO for the rest of my life.” Jens laughed, tucking away the money. They were definitely running low on funds, and if they didn’t have enough money for gas, he didn’t want to know what might happen.

“Where are we anyway?” Robbe asked, peering out the window as if a sign might magically tell him.

“Germany?” Moyo said, and Jens rolled his eyes.

“Was that a question, navigator?”

“I provided the car,” Moyo said. “No one said anything about directions.”

They were definitely lost, Jens thought, leaning back to watch the landscape wooshing past the window. Everything was green and lush, the sky a pure blue that made him think of lake houses and beers around a bonfire, a beautiful boy with deep blue eyes smiling at him across the bar.

He hadn’t heard from Lucas, not that there was any way he would. He didn’t even know Lucas’ last name. Just that he lived in the Netherlands somewhere. The odds of Jens seeing him again were probably slim to none.

Sighing, Robbe pulled out his phone, bringing up the map.

“We’re in the Netherlands,” he said simply, flashing the map at Jens. Their little blue dot traveled down the road, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

For a moment, there was silence, and before Jens could open his mouth, Moyo shook his head sharply.

“Don’t even say it.”

“What?” Jens asked, as though he didn’t know perfectly well what Moyo was referring to.

“We’re not going back to that bar,” Moyo said. “It took us a week to get you to stop talking about Lucas every five seconds. I’m not going to suffer through that again.”

“You’re exaggerating,” Jens said simply. It hadn’t been every five seconds. Five minutes, maybe, and compared to Robbe texting Sander constantly, he thought there was no comparison.

“He probably wouldn’t even be there,” Robbe said, and Jens punched his shoulder.

“Whose side are you on?”

“I’m on your side,” Aaron piped up, and Jens nodded.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah,” Aaron went on. “I would never turn down sex.”

“It’s not just sex,” Jens started, but Moyo groaned.

“I can’t. I can’t listen to how beautiful Lucas was, or how you’re going to get married and adopt a bunch of kids just because you had one slightly-drunken kiss behind a bar. I can’t do it!”

“Chill, man,” Jens said, grabbing Moyo’s shoulder. “I never said anything about marriage.”

“Dude, you have not stopped talking about him for weeks,” Moyo pointed out, taking a turn towards what looked like a city. Houses popped up now, getting closer together, and Jens wondered if Moyo really had no idea where they were. “You’re this close to putting a lost and found ad on the internet for this guy.”

Maybe Moyo had a point, Jens admitted as he sat back in his seat. After all, he was never going to find Lucas again. And even if he did, they’d only spent a few minutes together. Everything he thought he knew about Lucas was only in his head. What if Lucas was nothing like that? Maybe the fantasy was better than the reality and he was better off not knowing.

“Can we please stop for food because I’m starving,” Aaron said a minute later, staring out the window as they passed restaurants.

“Alright, fine,” Moyo allowed, nodding at Robbe. “Find somewhere to stop.”

They weren’t going back to that bar, not that Jens knew exactly where it was anyway. He didn’t even know where they were now. Some bigger city with a bunch of canals running through it.

Jens groaned as they finally stopped and he could stretch his legs, climbing out of the car. He was definitely ready for this road trip to be over. They still had a few weeks of summer left and he planned to spend them at the skate park or making out with girls at dark parties where he wouldn’t have to think about Lucas anymore.

The restaurant was a small place, the scent of fries wafting through the air as they entered and approached the counter.

“We’re about two hours from home,” Robbe said after they ordered and piled into a booth by the window.

“I vote we go home,” Jens said simply, sniffing his clothes. “I think we all need showers, and I’d like to spend the night in a bed rather than a bench.”

Moyo scoffed. “Aren’t you proper.”

“We also don’t have any more money,” Jens pointed out. “If you want to hitchhike home.”

Moyo shrugged, but Jens knew he’d made a point there. Jens glanced at Robbe across the table, already typing something into his phone, snapping a picture of his food, probably to send to Sander.

“Where are we exact—” Jens cut himself off abruptly as his eyes landed on the two people who had just stepped inside. It couldn’t be. He was hallucinating. His mind had spent so much time thinking about Lucas that it was projecting him into this restaurant.

“What? Robbe asked, frowning at Jens and twisting to see what he was staring at. He turned back sharply. “Oh my God, is that—?”

Jens could only nod, watching Lucas approach the counter. There was a girl with him, cute with curly brown hair, and he wondered for a second who she was. That wasn’t important right now. What was important was that Robbe saw him too. Lucas was really here, ordering food, not glancing around at the rest of the tables.

“Ow!” Jens jumped as fingers pinched his arm. He turned to Moyo. “What the fuck?”

“If you don’t go get his phone number, I’m leaving you here.”

Jens wanted to roll his eyes, but he was already halfway out of his seat, a sudden bout of nerves building in his chest as he approached Lucas.

“Hey,” he said before he could stop himself. He’d spent two weeks thinking about Lucas, but nothing compared to the real thing, the way Lucas turned to him, eyes widening in surprise, mouth falling open slightly.

“Hi,” Lucas said, sounding taken-aback, as if he’d never expected to run into Jens again. Maybe he hadn’t. Maybe it had been a one-time makeout behind a bar kind of thing and Jens had been making it into something it wasn’t in his head.

The girl next to Lucas was frowning between the two of them before she poked Lucas in the side. Blinking, Lucas seemed to snap out of whatever shock he was in at seeing Jens.

“This is my friend, Isa. Isa, this is Jens. We met a couple weeks ago at the lake.”

He remembered his name—that was a good sign, Jens told himself as he smiled at Isa. She smiled back, eyes sliding down him.

“Cute,” was all she said, tilting her head to the side and touching Lucas’ shoulder gently. “I’m gonna get a table.”

She left them alone, and Jens wasn’t sure what to say as Lucas bit his lip, almost a smile as he met Jens’ gaze.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” Lucas said at length. “How was your trip?”

“Smelly,” Jens admitted, watching Lucas laugh. It did weird things to his stomach, Lucas’ smile. “And very long. You really shouldn’t stuff four guys into a car for that long.”

“You’re out now,” Lucas said, glancing over Jens’ shoulders to where Moyo, Aaron, and Robbe were all craning to watch. They jerked their gazes away as Lucas caught them. Jens didn’t rub his forehead, shaking his head instead.

“So do you live here?” Jens didn’t even know where ‘here’ was. Somewhere in the Netherlands, two hours from home.

Lucas smiled slightly. “Yeah.”

Jens could practically hear Moyo hissing in his ear—“If you don’t fucking tell this guy you like him, I will get his number myself.”

“I thought about you,” Jens admitted, which was a lot better than telling Lucas he’d spent the last two weeks annoying his friends talking about him. How much better, he wasn’t sure when Lucas’ eyebrows went up.

“Me?”

Jens couldn’t take it back now and he wasn’t sure why he was nervous. They’d already made out. “Yeah,” he said, turning more towards Lucas so the guys couldn’t see as much. “I wanted to call you, but I didn’t have your number.”

Lucas’ cheeks went pink at that, and Jens smiled to himself. Maybe Lucas did like him. Maybe it wasn’t all in his head.

“I looked you up on Instagram,” Lucas mumbled a minute later, glancing up at Jens, as though embarrassed to admit it. “But I didn’t follow you.”

“Why not?”

Lucas grimaced. “Because adding a guy you made out with for twenty minutes didn’t really seem all that normal.”

“Give me your phone,” Jens said instead, holding out a hand to Lucas’ unsure expression. He could do this. Be confident. It took a second, but Lucas handed it over.

Opening up Instagram, Jens searched his name and clicked follow.

“There. Not weird at all.”

Lucas took back his phone, frowning down at it for a moment, and Jens wondered if he’d done something wrong. He looked up finally, chewing on his bottom lip.

“Do you still want my number?”

Relief washed over Jens as he smiled, pulling out his own phone. “Definitely.”

Jens glanced over his shoulder as Lucas typed in his information. Aaron gave him a thumbs up while Moyo shook his head, and Robbe grinned at him. He turned back as Lucas finished, handing the phone back.

Lucas smiled slightly, warm as they stood there. Jens wanted to ask him to go somewhere right now, but Lucas’ friend was waiting for him, and if they didn’t leave now, they might never convince Moyo to go home.

“Text me sometime?” Lucas said finally, and Jens smiled.

“I will,” he promised, reluctant as he turned away from Lucas and headed back for the boys, who immediately leaned in when he sat down.

“Well?” Moyo demanded. “Do I have to hear about him for the rest of the trip?”

Jens smiled, pulling out his phone. “It might be longer than that.”

Typing into his phone, he hit send, listening for the noise across the room. At a table on the other side of the restaurant, he watched Lucas read the message on his phone and smile, meeting his eyes. It was going to be a good rest of the summer. He just knew it.

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blackhakumen · 4 years

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Mini Fanfic #441: Blue Skies Father (Kingdom Hearts)

Roxas/Xion: Happy Father's Day, Isa!

Isa: (A Bit Surprised By the Amount of Breakfast That is Seating on the Kitchen Table) Well I'll be....

Lea: (Smirks Playfully at his Partner) You like what you see?

Isa: I believe I do, Lea....Did you kids made all of this yourselves?

Roxas: ('Heh') We wish.

Xion: (Smiles Softly) We were actually able order the Breakfast Meal from a Restaurant, down the streets from here.

Roxas: We even got Axel here to tried to district you long enough for the delivery guys to help us set up the meals.

Isa: I see. So that's why Lea was trying sweet talk me into kissing him earlier...

Xion: (Eyes Widened) What?!

Roxas: (Gives Lea a "Really?" Look) Dude, seriously?

Lea: (Blushes Bright Red) Hey! I had to do something to get him distracted! Even if I had to lower myself into complete embarrassment.....

Isa: (Turns to Lea with a Somewhat Amused Look on his Face) Okay. First, I find your attempts more cute than anything, Lea~ (Gives Lea a Quick Kiss on the Cheek)

Lea: (Groans a Little While Rolling his Eyes) .......

Isa: And second.....(Takes Another Look at the Breakfast Meals) This..... Honestly looks fantastic. And the fact that you three took the time to do this for me speaks volumes. I couldn't thank you enough.....(Starts to Frown a Bit) Although......

Lea: Isa?

Isa: I'm.....still not sure if I truly deserve all of this......

Roxas: What?....

Xion: (Could Not Believe What Isa is Saying) W-What are you saying?

Isa: ('Sighs Heavily') You kids do know that our Organization XIII years together..... wasn't nearly as pleasant as the bond we're having now. I've caused you the both of you lot of trauma and pain that.......Well.... Let's just say it's a miracle that either of you even forgave me at all......An Unsympathetic Monster-

Xion: DON'T YOU EVER CALL YOURSELF THAT AGAIN!!

Isa: (Taken Back From Xion's Sudden Outburst) X-Xion?....

Xion: (Gently Grab Both of Isa's Hands While Giving Him a Serious, Yet Worried and Pleading Look in her Eyes) Isa, please.....You need to understand that your not a monster to us. Not anymore.

Isa: You..... really mean that?

Roxas: Yeah. I mean...('Sigh') Look, I know we never really saw eye to eye when we were all in the Organization together.....Heck, I wasn't even sure if it was safe for me to actual trust you when you stopped being SaiX.....But after all the time we spent with one another.....(Smiles Softly) I realized now that you're actually a good person. Strict. But knows well, you know?

Xion: Yeah. Plus, you're an amazing Dad. (Smiles Brightly) A Blue Skies Father.

Isa: ......................What?

Roxas: Blue Skies Father. You know.... Cause your hair is Blue and junk. Kinda resembles an... Actual Blue Skies-

Isa: I understand the meaning of the nickname, Roxas. What I want to know is why you would call me that at all?

Xion: Well actually it was Axel who came up with the name. (Giggles Softly) It was so cute and accurate that we loved it already.

Isa: (Gives Lea a "Really?" Look From a Distance) ...............

Lea: Hey. If I'm gonna be called "Fire Mom" for the rest of my life, then it might as well be fair to let them call you "Blue Skies Father" for the rest of yours too!

Isa: I regret kissing you earlier.....

Lea: You love kissing me and you know it!!!

Xion: ANYWHO!!! (Gives Lea a Pouty Look to Be Quiet Before Turning Back to Isa) What we're all trying to say here is that We Love you very much, Isa. (Gently Squeezes Isa's Hands) Please don't worry too much about our relationship back in the Organization, okay? Because at the end of the day, that group was and always will be in the past.

Roxas: You understand?

Isa: (Finally Begins to Smile Softly) Crystal clear. Thank you kids very much. For everything.

Xion: (Gives Isa a Kiss on the Cheek) Thank you for doing everything you could to raise us.

Roxas: (Smiles Softly) You're a good person, Isa. Never forget that, alright?

Isa: (Simply Nodded) Never will. Oh and Lea.....

Lea: Yeah?

Isa: Thank you for always believing in me.....

Lea: Oh! (Smiles Brightly) Well, you don't have to thank me for that-

Isa: (Smirks Teasingly) ......Fire Mom.

Lea: ..................... Seriously?

Isa: Yes. Seriously.

Xion: (Starts Pouting at Lea Again) Axel, don't give Isa that look. You're a Great Mom!

Lea: ('Sighs in Utter Defeat') Even in Father's Day, I'm still known as the "Mom" in this family......

Roxas: Axel, stop sulking over there and join us for breakfast.

Lea: Fiiiiine.....(Smiles Softly at Isa as He Joins his Family at the Table) Happy Father's Day, Isa.

Isa: (Smiles Back at Lea) You too, Lea.

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#kingdom hearts #isa #xion #roxas #lea #kh axel #seasalt family #sweet family moment #they love isa regardless of their troubled past #humor #hurt/comfort #everyone still calls lea fire mom #lea x isa #father's month

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lingdidi · 3 years

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Hehehe then, dear love counselor berry, what about your mutuals × golcha!!! Just like the cix one you did? 💖💖💖💕💞💖💗💕💞

mY DEAR KEE!!! thank you for sending this hehe i’m sorry it took me so long to get to it but !! finally here it is!! once again........ i................. actually don’t have that many mutuals who stan golcha. i’d say it’s only you and isa,,,, so to compensate that it’s only two people i will do once again who you are most compatible with and who you are more similar to!

i LOVE being called love counselor i will make myself a business card that says “Love Counselor Berry (20 years of expertise). Contact @lingdidi (tblr) for professional love counseling”.

ANYWAYS here’s a read more for anyone who’s not interested!

KEE ( @inspiricons )

MOST SIMILAR: Bae Seungmin !

I was the most unsure of this choice because in my opinion you’re not that much similar to any member in golcha? I know it’s weird because there’s a lot of members and there should be anyone but it really was really hard to choose esp because many members gave me the same vibe and i felt they didn’t fit with yours! I chose Seungmin because you’re both!! Very sweet !! He gets shy at people calling him cute things or cute in general and so do you yet both of you (secretly or not so secretly) love it and that’s quite endearing ajkdnksjf also the tiny energy you both exude... i’m so sorry seungmin but it makes me want to baby you and protect you even though i am so much aware that you’re both older than me (and for you it’s ok because you wouldn’t mind it and i know but seungmin idk how he’d like being babied HAHA) you both are kinda shy in a cute way and i feel like you would be the kind to like?? sometimes get a bit carried away with your emotions and maybe if you’re upset you’d both have a hard time trying not to be mean without really wanting to and then you’d regret it a lot?? but it’s ok, as always, as long as it’s something you can learn from and improve. also needless to say because of course he’s an idol group member but you both’s dream is related to music so !! that’s really precious and i’m supporting the both of you in that pursue hehe. also i feel like you two are so great and nice and talented yet?? it goes kind of unnoticed amidst the other members and other people :/ but not for mE i love you and seungmin thanks bye

MOST COMPATIBLE: Hong Joochan !

Are you surprised? Probably not asjfnsdjkf You probably know that usually I would equally ship you with Sungyoon or Joochan but to be honest?? Not in a bad way, but while I think wajoo would make the best+sweetest boyfriends out of all of golcha, there’s something colder about Sungyoon (once again, not in a bad way, they’re just different) while Joochan gives me a warmer vibe! It’s weird since Sungyoon is literally... a honeybunny (insert eye emoji here... i can’t bc i’m on pc sjkfndskj) but this sounds cheesy and weird to say but literally honey and sugar are a different type of sweet and to me Joochan is more sugar and somehow I feel that suits you more. There’s something that feels more emotional to me about Joochan and I feel like that?? would be good for you? Also you two not only are opposites according to the zodiac chart but you two are also opposites in some personality/attitude aspects. I don’t know how to explain really well yet at the same time I wouldn’t want to do it here because I feel it’d seem personal JDNJSDKF but yeah !! I think you and Joochan would take really good care of each other but I think especially he would really love and dote on someone like you a lot?? and I think that’d be something very positive for you, to have someone dependable like him that will also find you dependable because he’d trust you and love you blindly. Probably super thoughtful and attentive hehe sjfjdsnksj The only con I can think of right now is that, as proven by the famous donghyun+joochan fight... I feel like when angry or after the fight he’s the type to push you away until he’s calmed down (me too joojoo me too) while you don’t like leaving things unsolved even with a promise of fixing it later because later feels too uncertain. But I’m sure he’d make an effort to take care of things as soon as possible because he knows it’d be a sensitive issue and a big problem for you. Anyways a fight between you two would be veeery hard since you both are pretty chill and pacific in my opinion.

ISA ( @bluedelilah )

MOST SIMILAR: Bong Jaehyun !

YOU GET BONGO because you both are p silly, level: you both sometime ssay some silly (yet funny) stuff that maybe others wouldn’t say so casually or easily just like that one day we were playing the carrot-slicing minigame on wii party and when i was struggling you yelled at me “COME ON!! DO IT LIKE (i won’t say it for the sake of protecting her reputation but she knows what she said and me too and i’m actually laughing so hard right now)” and i went so weak laughing i couldn’t keep playing and i LOST the minigame horribly. Speaking of games! Jaehyun says he doesn’t play games but Donghyun (who would be me in an irl situation) says that he dOES and it reminds me of us hiding that we play ******** and in fact Jaehyun plays Kart Rider and so do you sometimes. You probs know but jaehyun along with the other 99' liners made an official subunit called googoos and that reminds me a lot of us and our squads like mississipi or the chengzeroppars. also I read he's friends with Haknyeon and i found it funny because we thought you'd be good friends with Haknyeon and we even called the lil pig plushie keyring you bought Juhaknyeon because of that KJDNKJFSNDJK also if i'm?? not mistaken?? doesn't he love harry potter too? he’s either you or your twin flame

MOST COMPATIBLE: Kim Jibeom !

I chose Jibeom straight away because, first reason, everyone says Jibeom is an angel and imo a patient+good man that will worry about you suits you a lot. I feel like he’d worry about you (not in an exaggerated dramatic way but as in, he’d take care about you) not even conscious of his own actions? As in he wouldn’t be like “I’m gonna do anything for you because I love you and I liek you being happy and I’m going to treat you right because I worry a lot and I do things consciously and I put effort knowingly” (even though that too) but it’s mostly because it?? comes natural to him?? he’s a caring person and he’ll be even more caring with you if you were his s/o. also he’s not just an angel but he’s also very funny in a non-overwhelming way so you two can do fun dumb stuff together and at the same time he seems mature enough so he’d be able to look after you well + also know you’re a strong independent woman and you two wouldn’t be depending on each other even though you obvs would love each other a lot and this is 10/10 tbh. I read that he studied chinese for ONE (1) month and I found it really funny because it reminded me of us in high school learning chinese on memrise in front of Wu Yu and showing everyone our incredible dialogue that just went “Hello!” “Hello, how are you?” “I’m okay, and you?” “I’m not okay :(” “Ohh *pat pat on the other’s shoulder* I’m sorry :(” “Thank you :)” and one day we realised we didn’t know how to say “You’re welcome” to complete the dialogue so we ran across the whole hallway to where Wu Yu was and asked him how to say it and he was very reluctant but in the end he did it. Therefore I can see you and Jibeom going all “Hello!” “Hello how are you?” “I’m fine and you-” SBJFDSFJSNJ you two invented chinese i guess Finally Jibeom is also part of the googoos so I think that could symbolise that you could be a best friends couple and that’s really nice

#love counselor berry

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dr-passionate-production · 3 years

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There was something special about looking over the balcony at night. The business of the main road had long died out, leaving just the occasional zoom of a passing car. The sun's blinding light would be hidden away for hours to come. The songs of nocturnal insects filling the ears of those around. There was something.. Special about it all, something serene.

The cat, laying idly at Kei's feet, had found solace in her silence as she did in his. His soft purring vibrating the tips of her toes. The two siblings weren't fond of TV, especially this late at night. So the usual ruckus of the day was no longer present, allowing the ragdoll to sleep soundly if he so choose.

The freedom to choose.. What a liberty, right? To allow oneself decide their own fate, both good and bad. It could be a simple decision, like what color socks you wanted to wear that day or did you want to call your mother or your father, knowing both would be on the end of either of your choices. But, as we intricate creatures continue to walk the long road we call life, we are expected, and sometimes forced, to make some harsh decisions. Ones that are sure to affect you in the long run, if not your entire life. And as Ms. Kei Sato stood there, eyes gazing away into the nightly abyss, she wondered if she chose right. Out of the handful of choices she was given, did she choose the best one for everyone?

Sighing, she looked down, a hand rubbing at her temple in attempts of easing the oncoming headache that was sure to ruin her night and morning. Curses were uttered, and her eyes glanced around dully at the surroundings beneath her. The cat.. Her toes.. The sleeved shirt she wore. When finally, her eyes landed on the glistening ring that hung from her neck.

...

"... Is the-there something wrong with it?" Hisai asked, taken aback by the way she stared at the gift. It was a golden ring, striped down the center by a lighter shade of gold. The name 'Jeong-joo' was inscribed on the inside, meaning that, yet again, it was a piece of fan merch from the TV show he loved so much. Taehyun, a starry-eyed coworker of Jeong-joo's, had given it to her as one of his many attempts to win her affection. It was an awkward gesture for the both of them, realizing how idiotic it was to give a girl a gift that expensive. It was one of the defining moments of their platonic relationship, one that especially stuck out to the tactician, seeing that he related so heavily to him.

"N-no... I-"

It was too late to reassure. He turned the box to him, worry in his eyes as he buried his face into the case, examining every last detail of the ring. And while it looked stupid in every definition of the word, it did manage to achieve his true goal: to elicit a smile from his troubled girlfriend. He noticed something was off from the get-go. Her usual smile was faded and it looked like his ramblings went through one ear and out the other. She was thinking about something important, he guessed, and while he didn't want to bother her with questions, he was supposed to be there whenever she was upset, like now.

"I- um.. I noticed you're kind of.. Out of it..? I-I guess I-..." He mentally cursed at how his stuttering voice betrayed him. "Are you okay?"

"Hisai.. What do you like about me?"

What did he like about her? What kind of question was that? There was plenty to like about her! Both as a friend and as- .. You know.. A girlfriend..! Where is this all coming from, he wondered. The bothered look on her face was one he hadn't seen before. She was serious about it, so he should as well.

"W-Well..." He stammered, a flower of red starting to blossom on his cheeks. "You're really pretty.. A-and nice... You actually listen to me instead of- you know. Ignoring me like everyone else... And I really like that- um.. That you also give everyone a chance.. Instead of shunning people away because of dumb rumors, you try to befriend them.. And stuff.." The more he spoke, the more confident he sounded in his words. Hisai wasn't good at complimenting someone like this, not like he had experience in it anyway. His mind nearly went blank at the question! Thankfully, though, he managed to pull together a nice coherent answer.

"What if.." Blink and he'd miss the flicker of sadness in her eyes. Her arms folded, as she tried to find a way to voice her insecurities without actually saying them. "What if I was different?"

"Different? Like you had a secret identity?"

"Yes and-... Yes and no.. I'm still myself." She bit her lip, teeth grinding so hard on the delicate piece of flesh that she was on the brink of tearing through. She wanted to say it. She wanted to just pull at her hair and tell him all the things that tore her apart at night. But she couldn't, the fear of rejection and sullying every last moment she had with him and their friends looming over her.

"But a different kind of 'me'.."

"I-I'm confused.. But-! But!.. I.. I'll give 'that kind of you' a chance.. Like you did to me.. Because, in the end, you're still Isa. .. Right?"

His answer was far from understandable. And he couldn't tell if what he said did anything to improve her mood or ease her stress. But the smile he gave her read as if he solved all of her problems. Like he was going to be the sunshine on her rainy day.

Isabella fought back the tears pricking her reddening eyes. He was far too sweet for his or her own good. Just gives her another reason to cherish him more. She pulled him in close, an arm around his shoulders and another to hug his head against her chest, her fingers running through his blonde hair. Isabella was sure he could feel her heart beat against his temple, but she couldn't care any less. Let him hear it.

"Thank you, Sai." She managed to whisper without choking on her tears. They'd have to work on this giving nature of his. She could easily buy him back just as many gifts but it felt as if he was trying to buy her affection. But really-

"And don't worry... I love the ring."

He didn't have to.

...

Hisai.. The sky was empty that night, not a single star was to be seen from the comforts of the balcony. No one was there to listen to her pleads, not even the spirits above. Can I still be given another chance..?

She had completely separated herself from the one who once was. From head to toe, from the mannerisms to the deepening of her voice, she was Kei Sato, amateur gardener, Armani family caretaker. She enjoyed long walks along the dock and the smell of a Monday brew. She watched La Ruota Della Fortuna with her mother and played cards with the pretentious prick she called a father. She made herself at home in a future she was satisfied with living. But..

"Are you sure about this one, Kid? You know you can't go back after this?"

"Kei! ... You're in our group chat now. So text us when you can, okay?..."

"...You know we would have been there for you if you told us! I could have sworn you were the one that said that we should protect each other..!"

"Addie.. What do I do..?"

"Talking to the cat is a new low, don't you think?"

Of course, she tsked. The sly bastard had snuck up on her while she was deep in thought, only to flash a chesire grin when he caught her thinking out loud.

"You look terrible."

"You are terrible.." She didn't have the energy to make a witty comeback. Seeing him next to her sapped any and all tolerance within seconds. Einosuke shifted his position, joining her to face the small area around them, his head tilted up towards the stars.

"How does it feel? The creeping sense of doubt and regret."

Her words left her the moment she tried to open her mouth. She tried to scowl but her face kept twisting back to her usual bitter look. The corners of her lips twitched and her hands reached up to wipe away bubbling tears. But the more she swiped at, the more tears that fell to the point where she had given up on delaying the inevitable. The last straw was the hand placed on her back, rubbing awkward circles as a means to comfort her.

"Miss Kei!" Kei turned to the painfully cheerful voice, her hands gripping tightly onto the suitcase she dragged behind her. The airport was packed with people yet the occultist had managed to pick her out from the crowd. The moment the clack of her shoes ceased, Chiyo held up a hand, her chest heaving as she took a moment to catch her breath. How did she fucking run in heels?

"He- Here, my dear!" Chiyo held up her phone, decorated with all types of gothic imagery and a photo of her and her beloved mothers. She displayed the chatting app she and her classmates used. With a few taps, Kei's number was slotted amongst the already long list of members in the group.

"You're in our group chat now. So text us when you can, okay?"

"Thanks.. Um.. Kageyama-san but-"

"Please." The occult took Kei's free hand into hers, the serious look in her eyes stopping her in her tracks. "Your aura.. You are harboring a lot of bottled up emotions that I'm sure you don't want to say."

She squeezed the ravenette's hand. "If you ever need someone to talk to, dearest. You know you can absolutely talk to us! If not them, then definitely me. Because I know how it feels.."

Kei was.. Stunned. What did she-. She couldn't have possibly known that-. The lump in her throat was unrelenting and so was the grip Chiyo was on her.

"I... I'm gonna miss my flight.." Kei slipped from her grasp, backing away as she shook off the thought. Chiyo was always the weird one, she reminded herself.

"Bye.." She muttered, rushing off to, hopefully, disappear into the crowd.

"Remember to text us!!" The occultist yelled, not at all bothered by the bitter looks she was receiving. She waved both of her hands with a smile, sending her off with her final goodbyes. "We're here for you, darling! Because that's what friends are for!"

"I hate it.."

[Event: Ms. Sato (End)]

#Event Post: Ms. Sato #Sato Kei #Sanae Hisai #Miyoshi Isabella #Sato Einosuke #Kageyama Chiyo #Event End #long post

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SELF PARA 002.

[ isa 💕 → monty ] sel’s already here but you’re welcome to join us...? 😁

It was, objectively speaking, a terrible idea. For a number of reasons that came quickly and didn’t require any great amount of overthinking on Montgomery’s part this time. If it were only Isabel, there wouldn’t be a question, a promised bottle of Patron that he’d offered to bring to her tonight, a long overdue escape that he thought they both might need. Drinking with Selwyn, however, carried a number of complications, even if it was solely for her status within the Magistrate. A string he’d already pulled on a few times, bullets dodged thanks to sympathies she pretended she didn’t have. Which still didn’t make it wise to let go of his firmly held self control, not in front of a telepath or a friend, when there was an expansive list of secrets he carried, both damning and personal.

There was one reason stacked against it, a side effect of the forced distance between himself and Emil. One he hadn’t anticipated, because it had never been a problem before, not really. He might have had a strained relationship with sleep, a tendency to overthink that kept him up until strange hours of the morning, but he’d learned to function on the bare minimum. It was time alone that was disappointing, sure, but it wasn’t an overwhelming kind, at least it wouldn’t have been before.

Before the Institute. Before cuffs around his wrist and white walls around him, memories that crept into his thoughts when he was staring up at the ceiling in an empty bed, finding himself stretching his mind out to move the bed, or a book, or anything so long as he could assure some irrational part of his mind that there wouldn’t be a blue flare across the ceiling the second he did. Memories that found those cracks in his unconscious mind, a few confusing moments when he first awoke that he couldn’t remember where he was. A brief second of panic, of his heart pounding as he tried to blink the grit from his eyes and focus on his bedroom. Bed empty, but his, scars on his wrists, but no cuffs.

It was a reassurance that got him through the day, but hadn’t helped the last three nights, and it left him staring at his phone for a moment before he replied.

[ monty → isa 💕 ] be there in twenty, chérie.

The game was never have I ever, and after the first three shots Montgomery decided it had been chosen with the specific purpose of fucking with him. Enough sins already shared between the two women sitting around the table with him that he suspected most of what they said was either an inside joke, or in Selwyn’s case, a chance to figure out just how much Monty had changed. Because she’d recognized a shift in him as much as he had in her, pinpointing it the first time he’d seen her at the Pit, just by the way he smiled. Even if she didn’t know why he hadn’t before, even if she didn’t know why it hurt to hear himself called a robot. And maybe it was because she’d paid more attention, because Dom had looked up to him, but not at him, and Dev might’ve forced her hobbies on him, but she’d found him boring.

“Never have I ever been arrested.” Isabel’s offering, accompanied by a muted grin in his direction. His response an easy roll of his eyes before he tossed the shot back, aware that there were three empty glasses hitting the table afterwards.

“Why Dr. Monty, I’m shocked.” Selwyn, putting a hand to her chest and looking at him with mock surprise. “Scandalized even.”

“Are you though?” Brow raised in a challenge before he nodded his head to the dark haired woman on his left. “We have the same friend.” A point proven solely by the ease of his posture, back against the chair and Isabel’s feet crossed and resting in his lap. Palm curved around her shin with easy affection he didn’t give most.

Something just as endearing in the way she cursed him afterwards. “Hijo de puta I did that for you.”

“Oh, I know, that’s why it’s funny.” A grin flashed at her that dissolved into a laugh as she kicked at his knee, and a memory of a holding cell that shouldn’t have left him with so much warm fondness sitting on his chest.

It didn’t surprise him when the game started devolving into questions of love and sex and heartbreak, and he lost track of how many he tossed back alongside them. Ignoring that three months ago he wouldn’t have been able to drink to half of them, heartsick before, but never heartbroken, a list of lovers but never in love. Somewhere along the line it drowned out some of his fear, leaving a secret out on the table among empty shot glasses. One he’d kept so long he thought it had become part of him, but there was something liberating about leaving it on the cutting room floor.

"It makes sense,” said Sel. A response that had Monty lifting a brow, a tone far too innocent as she toyed with a shot glass. “No wonder you were so oblivious to my charms.”

It made him laugh, something too relieved in the sound, head resting against the back of the chair. “Obviously. The only reason.” Because some secrets were easier to let go of than others, and he found this one didn’t hurt as much as he’d feared.

He was still grateful when they broke for food, a chance to let the tequila settle, Isa complaining about the poor quality of her weed before she remembered why, and he blamed both the liquor and the smoke hanging thick in the air instead of her for the bluntness that followed. “Tell your boyfriend to stop avoiding me.”

“We’re too old to pass notes, chérie.” Said as gently as he could, not wanting to sit in the middle even while feeling as though it was a space he firmly occupied.

“Dile a ese cabrón, stop being a little bitch.” A curse accompanied by a gesture of the lighter, and he knew he was drunk because he found himself biting back a laugh, even while fully aware it wasn’t funny. That his trust wasn’t the only one left shattered, too many messages in her phone that Monty hadn’t written, and if there was the faint prick of guilt that he might’ve helped ruin something between them, he couldn’t remember how to lie to her, or if he even wanted to.

It left him with a quiet longing, missing the man abruptly when he’d managed to keep himself distracted most of the night. Not for any comfort he wanted to steal, but for the absence of him, the certainty that Emil would fit easily into place around the table with them. A familiar fantasy of their lives intertwining, and after a moment he pulled himself to his feet and reached for his phone.

Monty didn’t regret the decision to call Emil, not while he was on the phone with him. It wasn’t until after, sitting there on Isabel’s fire escape with nothing but the quiet sound of voices and laughter behind him and the distant hum of a car in the distance that it finally set in. Trying to replay a conversation where already the details were slipping away, and he was just left with a growing unease and the ache in his chest, a quiet voice swearing that he’d somehow fucked up. Sinking guilt following when he thought it was for the conversation itself, Emil miles away and trying to balance his life and his family. He didn’t need Montgomery falling apart.

He was slow to untangle himself from his place on the metal grate, vertigo hitting him hard and leaving him with a hand pressing against the side of her building to keep himself steady. A brief laugh following, an instinctive reaction that lacked real humor, and then he was trying to navigate his way back through the window.

It went worse this time, one leg getting caught on the edge, body tilting to compensate for it, and ending with Monty on his back staring up at Isabel’s ceiling with one foot still sticking out into the cold air. He heard laughter somewhere behind him but he didn’t look back, a distant awareness of burning in his eyes and the sensation of something stuck in his throat. Making it harder to breathe, to talk, to think, and he couldn’t tell if it was regret or despair.

Only that it hit in waves, his own voice in his head, am I different?

Do you want to be the same?

The answers slipping in easier now, one after another, when he wasn’t trying to hold onto something more fragile through the thin connection of a phone call. I just don’t want to be weaker. I don’t want to be ruined. I don’t want to feel that powerless ever again. I don’t want nightmares and I don’t want fear and I don’t want to wake up and not remember where I am. I don’t want to wonder if everything good about myself already got destroyed years ago and if Hugo just finished the job.

I want to know who I am.

Monty’s palms pressed against his eyes, self restraint doing a poor job of holding himself together when there was so much tequila stripping it away, so he tried to cling to it with the pressure of his hands and desperate, steadying breaths that got cut off again when it just left room for something worse to slip through. Every memory he’d tried to put aside, to strip whatever useful information he could before discarding them, a month of his life that still clung to him like smoke. A logical dissection of events and an illogical shaking of his frame, trying to hold in the wretched sob that wanted to rip from his chest, because what good is that?

“Monty?” Isabel’s voice breaking through first before he felt fingers in his hair, a soothing comfort that he flinched away from before settling under her touch. “Hey. What happened? What did he say to you?”

“No, no, he didn’t do anything wrong.” Words that came quickly and thoughtlessly, escaping somewhere between ragged breaths to stall any anger before it came. Even if it felt like a blatant lie after it was past his lips, because Emil had left one of the deepest scars, that feeling of betrayal, of trust shattering, one he hadn’t given blindly, but with too much hope. And the man had burned it all down, maybe destroyed them both, and it left Monty with too much hurt pressing down on his chest, a brutal crushing ache in both heart and his lungs that wasn’t just for himself, his prison stark and white, Emil’s looking like a rotting mockery of his own bedroom.

He didn’t know if he could forgive, but he’d wanted to forget, and found it still all too close the second he stopped packing those wounds with something golden and kinder. Reaching out his hand to grasp at her arm, the other dragging across his face again, trying to ignore the warm wetness slipping down his cheeks, a memory of sitting on his couch trying to stem the same flood. “Can you just... hug me?”

There was no hesitation, just Isabel shifting behind him, pulling his head into her lap and arms curving around his shoulders. A comfort that made the shaking of his frame worse before it got better, fingers tight around her arm and wishing he could explain to either of them why he was crying. But if Emil had told him to talk about it, he couldn’t find the words, just the distant awareness of a wound that hadn’t healed and her voice, telling him “I’m here.”

His awareness of Selwyn was just as removed, barely aware of her settling down on the carpet next to him. None of the same easy affections given, but after a moment her hand settled on his shoulder, her voice “do you want to see more of memories of you?” and no real chance given to answer before the world faded away.

Isabel’s living room was made black, soft and encompassing, like dreamless sleep, a darkness that Montgomery felt himself sinking into. Warmer for the comforting contrast to stark white, muscles untensing and going liquid as he stretched out onto the carpet. Wondering if he didn’t fall asleep in the brief moment before nothingness and the sudden emergence of memories, cast in bright technicolor even if his own were black and white. An intense projection of thought, of someone else’s life, none of the images belonging to him, and he didn’t know if it was comforting to see it all again, but he thought it was meant to be.

Because there was a version of himself in Selwyn’s memory, the version she saw, of someone calm and composed even as a child. Always the babysitter when he was older than the rest, always the one taping up wounds and skinned knees, and there was a flicker of his own memory in the back of his head, putting them on his own scrapes and scars too, but alone in the bathroom. A version of himself he’d thought was so dissonant from who he was now, but there was too much familiar, beyond the simple physicality of the boy in her memory. The starkest difference in the eyes, because they looked impossibly vacant, and part of him wondered distantly how she hadn’t seen it, how no one had seen it, why no one could hear him silently screaming when he’d still been young and new. It was a feeling that was all too familiar, like it had echoed through the years until history repeated itself, taking new form; how did no one notice I was gone?

The tug on curled locks distracted him, tipping his head back to see a smile so much brighter on Isabel’s lips as she watched the images around them, invited in by the woman who controlled them. “Look how young you were. Look at your hair,” she said. A different echo this time, like family, like a mother sharing stories about her only son, the warm smell of coffee and old books. And those were present too, an image of a lanky, teenage version of himself, still curled in a chair with a book in his lap before he was interrupted. He closed his eyes briefly to hold onto it, to hold onto Isabel, letting the world shift on its axis beneath his spine, the kind of vertigo that made him wonder if he wasn’t in danger of spilling off the earth altogether. A distant, nostalgic ache that always came with missing a home that he’d never had.

And he knew when it faded, light pressing against his eyelids before she was prodding him gently. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, blinking away the darkness and left staring up at the ceiling that was too bright in comparison, but he reached out, floating the bottle of tequila off the table. Thoughtless and casual and his, no flicker of blue, no yawning emptiness greeting him in place of his gift. He wasn’t trapped, not in a cell, not in his own home, not by anything but chains of his own making, and if he’d changed, if he was different, it wasn’t the first time. A painful echo of empty eyes looking back at him, and he finally nodded his head. Tilting it back to look up at her, a grateful squeeze of her arm.

“No,” he said. “But I feel a little better.” Sitting up slowly, hand reaching out for the bottle as it drifted into his grasp, a swig straight from it before he turned and passed it to Selwyn like quieter gratitude. Letting the taste of something sharp and sweet ease the dull and distant ache in his chest when he couldn’t quite name its form. If it was for what he’d lost or never had, if it was for who he’d never become and who he wished he was, for a moment all he had was another memory, her voice somewhere in the back of his head, and he didn’t know if it held hope or just another hurt. Although, who knew you would change so much, after all these years, making jokes and all. No longer quite the robot.

Despite his assurances, Monty didn’t feel better, not right away. Tequila that was compromising his faculties, but kept him hovering on that line between bleak despair and a reckless, boundless happiness that he’d wanted to hold onto. A quieter thought that he’d wanted to share that with Emil more than anything, a version of himself that didn’t carry cuffs around his wrists or the scars from it, but he’d warned the man about delusion and he should’ve known better. There was more comfort from simply passing the bottle around like he was back in college again, the first time he hadn’t felt like an outsider staring in from behind two way glass.

“I want ice cream.” Decided abruptly, unsure if it was true until he was saying it.

And that was how Montgomery Lacroix ended up in the Circle K sometime after midnight, a mess of snacks and ice cream scattered across the counter, and Sel plopping down a slushie next to it. “It’s not a Slurpee,” she said. “But it’ll do.”

This time the nostalgia made him laugh, something easy and simple from his childhood that didn’t demand anything more complex, a joy so small it hadn’t been worth stripping away from him, and he nodded his head at her once it settled into an easy grin. “Get me one too, yeah? The blue flavor.” Turning afterward to the poor kid working behind the counter, a little wide eyed as he stared at the three of them. Finding himself unconcerned for now about whatever rumors spread tomorrow, the kind of thing he’d always avoided and always feared, never letting anyone see a single crack in the man he’d made himself into.

Ones that might all be on display, but there was something just as liberating in how little he cared, even if it was courage fueled by tequila. “Can I get... stop...” the words broken up by a short laugh and Isabel tucking sunglasses into place over his ears, grinning at her reflection in the red and orange lenses. “A pack of Camels,” he tried gain. “And these too, apparently.” Gesturing vaguely at his face, and if his eyes were hidden he decided it was enough for tonight just to know they were no longer empty and vacant.

#selfpara;#emiliano;#isabel;#selwyn;

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