#they’re actually a new friend I met over vacation

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weeehhhh I love my friends 🥺🥺🥺

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mrs. alonso - fa14 smau - part 4a

was it really a family vacation without a bit of drama? (part 1 of this)

part 1 - part 3 - part 3 - part 4a HELLOOOO- read these CHARACTER PAGES (coming soon!) for more information on the new character's introduced! yes bro uppercase because i have to go get into uni mode - HUGE HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to @eywas-heir because she is actually the brains behind this entire operation and i love her very very much <3

Ilian Alonso

Francesca Alonso

cw: cursing (maybe i forget), fernando being a FREAK on main, sprinkle of angst

wc: a lot

fernando and y/n have been married for 18 years now, but their love has been the same since they met 26 years ago.

information: spanish speaking! reader, fem! reader, you have 2 daughters- one is 18 and one is 5. you and claire ann stroll are best friends! this is really just how i see old people using social medias 😭

fran or francesca is your OLDER daughter and rubi is your YOUNGER daughter and ilian or ili is your NIECE (same age as fran) ALSOOOO if it says 'ina' instead of 'ili or ilian' please let me know- ina and ili are the same people but we changed the name half way through :)!

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“MAMA!!” Francesca called out, “ILI AND I ARE GOING!”

“AH ¡Espérame! (Wait for me!)” Y/n rushed down the stairs of the AirBnB. She frowned at the two girls while putting in her earrings. “You were going to leave with me? I gave birth to you!”

Fran raised an eyebrow and shared a sideways glance with Ilian. “You didn’t give birth to Ili..” She pointed out, motioning to her best friend and cousin. Y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed,

“I might as well have! She’s my daughter as well!” Y/n walked over to Ili, her arms outstretched to hug the younger. Ilian wrapped her arms around Mrs. Alonso almost immediately, relishing in the warm embrace.

“Ay whatever…” Fran mumbled as she slipped on her flip flops. She eyed the two, still hugging each other and scoffed, “Are we done? The UV is 8 and I want to tan!”

Ilian pulled away from Mama Alonso, also slipping her flipflops on. “Fran… you are tan..” She said, furrowing her eyebrows. Y/n shrugged at her daughter’s actions and called out to Rubi. The 5 year old waddled downstairs, holding a bucket and spade and wearing her mother’s sunglasses.

“Ah wow Rubi, luciendo muy elegante (Ah wow Rubi, looking very elegant)" Y/n grinned, crouching down to her daughter’s height. Rubi giggled, throwing herself onto her mother, who scooped her up immediately.

“Okay! Are we ready now?” Ili clapped, holding the door open. The girls cheered and made their way to the beach, where everyone else was.

AT THE BEACH

“Oscar you’re looking.. burnt..” Lando giggled, slapping the Aussie’s red back. Oscar jumped, turning around to face the Brit.

“Ow! Fuck off mate” Oscar hissed, reaching his hand around to rub the spot where Lando slapped him. Logan looked up from the sandcastle that Rubi and him were making to laugh at his best friend,

“Language, Oscar. There’s a five year old!” He reminded his friend. Oscar’s eyes widened and looked down at Rubi, who was looking back at him with a mischievous grin.

“Fuck!” She repeated, clapping her hands together. Logan, Lando, and Oscar all gasped and started to educate Rubi about how that was a bad word.

Near the bar, Max and Y/n were in a very intense conversation about the school system.

“It’s getting very hard for me to teach Rubi…” Y/n sighed, rubbing her temples, “The material is very advanced nowadays.”

Max nodded in sympathy, shaking his head in disappointment as he agreed with her. He took a sip of his nonalcoholic drink and huffed, “I totally agree, Mrs. Alonso! It’s getting way too hard, no wonder students are saying they’re too stressed.”

As the two concerned parents spoke, Fernando and Lewis set up their towels right next to each other, smiling at one another as they both laid down and sighed in content.

“Ayyy this is just what I needed” Nando said as he shut his eyes to bask in the sun. Lewis nodded, doing the same as Aston Martin driver.

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franalo14 mama mia! 🇬🇷🧿☀️

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y/nalonso L.O.L!😹😹Beat me to posting the pics📸…speaking of which…🤕🤕please help me…😩😩😩🥹🥹🥹🥹

franalo14 what the hell mama

ilialo13 i look so good here

ilialo13 not ollie bearman in the likes, whats going on?

user1 ILIAN JUST LIKE US FRRR

user2 im new to f1, who is ilian?

user3 ilian or ili is an f2 driver for hitech- she is cousins with the alonso's (i think shes on mrs. alonso's side) so she's often with them. she isn't that present on social media and all her accounts are controlled by her PR team, but her @/ilialo13 account is her private and personal account :) her main account is @/ilian_alonso user2 thank you!

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“George please put on a shirt” Fran gagged at the Mercedes driver who was in the kitchen. Georgie grinned, turning to Fran with a devious look.

“I didnt pack any!” He chimed, taking a bite of his sandwich. Ilian walked into the kitchen at the same time, raising an eyebrow at the exchange. She slumped into the island chair, pulling out her phone and frowning.

“George” Ili sighed, looking at the man, “How long am I going to have to wait.”

George frowned, “Wait for what, Ils?”

“For a seat, it’s just…” Ilian sighed, turning off her phone. “I don’t think anyone… believes in me or anything”

Fran’s eyebrows furrowed and she glanced at her cousin, “Why would you say that? We all believe in you.”

Ili shook her head, “It’s just… so exhausting- I see all these rookies getting seats as soon as they join F2 or even F3 and I’ve been there for almost 3 seasons!”

“Been in what for 3 seasons?” Y/n asked as she walked into the kitchen, she glanced at George’s shirtless figure and frowned but ignored it. She stood next to Ilian, rubbing the younger girls back soothingly. “What are we talking about?”

“Nothing.” Ili said quickly, “A show.” She added so it wasn’t suspicious.

Fran raised an eyebrow, sharing a sideways glance with George but didn’t say anything. She knew how protective her mother could get, and Ilian probably didn’t want to sit through a 30 minute lecture about how amazing she was.

“Oh..kay” Y/n shrugged, turning to the fridge and opening it, sorting through the food. She looked back at George and frowned again, “Please put on a shirt, dear.”

George’s mouth opened in shock before sulking out of the kitchen, grumbling on how no one enjoyed his shirtless figure.

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y/nalonso 🇬🇷Pics! País hermoso, siempre volvería...

(translation: Greece photos! Beautiful country, would go there always...)

ilialo13 wahh... tía, ¿por qué publicaste fotos tan feas de mí? 😭😭 (translation: wow.. tia, why would you post these photos of me?)

franalo14 AY no tienes derecho a hablar, mira las innumerables violaciones que he sufrido 😨😨 (translation: you have no room to speak, look at the photos she posted of ME) y/nalonso ¿Qué? ¡Ustedes dos se ven tan bien! (translation: What?! you two looks amazing!)

landonorris 10/10 would go on vacation with the alonso's again

user1 wait im so lost why is the entire grid on vacation with the alonso's... y/nalonso Family Vacation🤪😜👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 user2 THE EMOJIS ARE ACTUALLY TAKING ME OUT

alex_albon can't believe i missed this... 😔

lilymhi Hello...? you were with me.. franalo14 BROOO alexander if you dont treat your girl right I WILL 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 alex_albon @/franalo14 please get checked into a psych ward! you crazy bitch! lilymhi don't talk to my girlfriend like that @/alex_albon... you don't want my smoke user3 NOT ALEX CATCHING STRAYSSS HELPPPP y/nalonso Be nice, please....thank you😘...Lily please come next time, if Alex is bothering you I will talk to him🤬😡...contact my number🤪

fernandoalo_official Next time lets vacation alone...😏😘😳

y/nalonso 😲😏🥵 user4 what is this freakshow... franalo14 haha ending my life!! ilialo13 WHAT THE FUCK.

lewishamilton Breathtaking place! Thanks for the invite 😉

fernandoalo_official Lewis, let's go back- just you and me😏🥵 lewishamilton What are you entailing mate... user5 fernando 🚫 freaknando ✅

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-end of part 4 a-

stay tuned for part b of this! i decided to split it up :) another huge thanks to @eywas-heir

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Break Me Down - Part 3

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

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AN: A huge THANK YOU to everyone who's following and commenting/giving me feedback on this story so far! It's so encouraging for me and I really do appreciate you all. 💖

Word Count: 2,500 Warnings: Angst, violence.  

Part 3: Somewhere Down Below

“Hey, Tony,” you nicknamed your kidnapper. You knew he was the one who attacked you, as you now saw the reason for one of his boots being larger than the other. 

He really did have a broken foot from when you all but stabbed it with your heel a couple of weeks ago.

“How’s the foot?” you teased. 

“Shut up,” he hissed. 

Aw, where’s that charming smile? you thought in grim amusement.

“Hey,” Soldier Boy snapped at him. “Focus. Did I order this?”

“Sir…” Tony said, shifting on his feet.

“What were my words?” Soldier Boy asked, enunciating each and every syllable. Tony looked nervous, though of course he tried not to show it. Soldier Boy was dressed like a wealthy dad on vacation—in a buttoned-down blue shirt rolled up to his elbows, and beige slacks. 

But there was no mistaking the strength in his build, or the threat in his crossed arms and stern expression. 

“To…make sure you weren’t followed,” Tony said. “And to take care of Butcher’s team.”

“Did you do that?”

“My guys found their hotel, yes…but Butcher managed to slip away.”

You smiled at that. Soldier Boy noticed, and he was not pleased. 

“Just him?” he asked. 

“With his team,” Tony admitted. “Except for this one. I thought we could question her.”

Soldier Boy looked at you then. “Okay. Let’s start with that.”

He leaned forward into your space, resting an elbow on his knee. You regarded him with a tilt of your head, trying to hide your wariness.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked. You wanted to say that, first of all, you weren’t his sweetheart. But you decided that question was simple enough. You gave him your first name.

Soldier Boy considered it, and he nodded. 

“Do you know where your friends went?”

“Well, considering I was taken from my room with a musty bag over my head—which smelled like a Frenchman’s asshole, by the way—I’d have to say no,” you replied. 

And you’d spent the past four months helping M.M. clean up after Frenchie and Butcher, so you knew exactly what flavor of grunge that was. 

Soldier Boy’s lips twitched upwards.

“See, that’s what I thought,” he said. He glanced back at Tony with a certain look. One that actually made you nervous for your kidnapper. He was a criminal, and a handsy dick, but you didn’t want to see anyone die in front of you. 

Soldier Boy stood, and Tony tensed up. 

“They’re working with the CIA. They’ll have safe houses lined up,” said another groupie in the Soldier Boy club. You recognized him as well. This was the crew-cut Hispanic man who’d escorted you up to Soldier Boy’s room at the gentleman’s club.

Soldier Boy looked over at him and considered this with a nod. He stepped back while Tony approached you. You took a breath to try and steady yourself. 

It begins. If you were going to take a hit, you preferred it be from Tony’s pansy ass.

Don’t let him in. Don’t let him see that you’re afraid.  

“How about it, doll?” Soldier Boy asked. “Who’s your controller at the CIA?”

“Grace Mallory,” you revealed, with only a small twinge of guilt. Grace could take care of herself, and you were a P.I., not a fucking spy. “I believe you’ve met before.”

It took a moment for Soldier Boy to remember the name, but you watched the realization alight in his eyes. 

“Ah, the lesbo. Damn, she must be an old fucking bag by now,” Soldier Boy mused with a grin. “She give you a list of safe houses here?”

“No. We’d check in after crossing a location off our list, and she’d send us the itinerary,” you said. And that was the truth. He looked into your eyes, and eventually he nodded. He seemed to believe you. 

“Okay, let’s try this. If you had to guess, where would Butcher and his merry band of assholes go to regroup?” he asked. 

“I honestly don’t know … but what does it matter? They don’t know where you are,” you replied. “Most of them are just human, like me.”

You watched Soldier Boy’s reaction carefully. He didn’t seem to outwardly react, other than a fractional tightening of his jaw. 

“After what you did in New York, blowing up that building. Taking out your whole damn team. Killing Homelander. I thought you’d be swatting us like flies,” you said with a breathy laugh. 

Because really, you didn’t expect to live much longer than the next few minutes. Maybe talking could extend your life just a bit longer… 

Tears welled up in your eyes when you thought of your family though. Your mom. Your sister, Luisa. They’d probably never know exactly what happened to you. But you counted that as a small blessing.

“But then again, Butcher and his guys almost put you back under,” you added. 

Soldier Boy had been almost amused by your audacity, but now his expression tightened. His arms crossed as he rose a brow. 

“And you ran away. You’re still running away,” you said. “Why? Are we just not worth your time? Or are you actually worried we might just outsmart you?”

The hit actually took you by surprise, because it didn’t come from Soldier Boy. It was Tony who backhanded you roughly. He wore a gaudy ring that bit into your cheek, opening a bloody nick in your skin. The blow itself was hard enough to make stars burst behind your eyes.

Stronger than he looks, you could admit, just to yourself.

“You’re a fucking mouthy one, aren’t you?” Soldier Boy mused.  

You licked your dry, lipstick-smudged lips and caught your breath. Your wrists were burning from the zip tie holding them behind the chair, making your shoulders ache as well. Your cheek was throbbing. 

But you looked up, ignoring Tony, and stared directly into the green in Soldier Boy’s eyes. It was a challenge that he met.

“You really believe you fuckers can win, don’t you?” he asked. Your lips quirked, even as a tear rolled its way down your bloody cheek. 

Right now, you weren’t sure of anything. But you believed in your friends—in Annie and Hughie, M.M., Frenchie, Kimiko, and yes, even Butcher. They’d almost done it before. They could get it right the next time, even if it was without you. 

“Yeah, I really fucking do,” you replied. Then you aimed a wry glance at Tony. “By the look of your little backup dancers here, I’d say it’s a matter of time before they put you back in the box.”

Tony’s ring bit into your cheek again, this time in a closed fist. You tumbled over with a pained cry, still tied to your chair, but one of the old wooden legs broke. It was an antique, after all. 

When your head smacked against the tile floor, the lights above you got hazy for a moment. You tried to blink them back into focus as you stared up at the ceiling. 

The truth was, you were exhausted. If you were going to die…you’d really just like to get it over with. 

So as you struggled for breath, your gaze wandered and met Soldier Boy’s again.   

You couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking, but you were sure that your end was coming when his arms uncrossed, his posture tightening. Unlike his friends, he didn’t have any guns on him at the moment. You knew very well that he didn’t need weapons.

But he held a hand against Tony, and he called to the Crew-Cut guy.  

“Frank, get her a room,” he said. “Watch her though. She’s a wily one.”

You blinked in confusion as Frank nodded. He and Tony pulled you up from the ground and untied you from the chair’s remains, but soon their meaty man hands wrapped around your arms. 

Soldier Boy started to walk away from you. You knew you should just leave it be, but you couldn’t help it. 

“I’m staying?” you asked. Soldier Boy paused. He looked back at you over his shoulder.

“Oh, you’re staying.” He nodded, with a smirk you decided you didn’t like very much. “For now.”

You were led to a room with a queen-sized bed and the basics in furnishings: a desk, a TV, a closet, one nightstand, and a small two-seat table. Tony pushed you in, and the door slammed shut behind you. 

Rude. But you supposed it could be worse. You looked yourself over in the mirror, and you were pretty ragged. Bruised and bleeding, your hair a virtual rat’s nest, your eye makeup dark and running, your lipstick smudged, your dress in tatters, with the split in the skirt still revealing your entire left thigh and dirty bare feet. 

Heaving a deep sigh, you returned to the door and weren’t surprised to find it locked. But you knew someone must be there on the other side to make sure you didn’t try anything.

“Hey, geniuses,” you called. “Got any sweatpants out there? A hairbrush? A toothbrush? Some bread or something? If you’re gonna have a fucking hostage, might as well make sure I stay alive.” 

For a while, there was silence. But eventually the door opened, revealing Frank. He was tall and stoic, and like you remembered, with cropped dark hair and a thick beard and mustache. He handed you a plate with two slices of dry bread, and nothing else. You raised a brow at him.  

All he said was, “Check the dresser.”   

Then the door shut in your face again. You looked down at the sorry plate. 

Could’ve at least slapped some butter on it. Goddamn. 

You ate it anyway though; now that you weren’t about to die, you were starving. But you did as Frank instructed and indeed checked the dresser. There were some men’s clothes in one of the drawers, but not much. This had to be a guest room of some kind. 

You opened the rest of the drawers and managed to find women’s lingerie, of all things. 

Definitely a party mansion, you decided. The vacation home of one of Soldier Boy’s old connections, you guessed. 

One culprit could be the Legend. He was Vought’s former Senior Vice President of Hero Management, before Madelyn Stillwell. Butcher had mentioned that he’d stowed Soldier Boy in one of the Legend’s penthouses before.

In the drawers you finally managed to find some women’s jeans, a few tops, panties, and quite a few skanky dresses. They looked old though, like they hadn’t been washed in years. And likely from the 80s, if the gaudy frills and funky patterns were any indication. 

Who knew how long ago these drawers had been stocked and left untouched. And God knew if they were even your size, but you supposed you’d find out. 

In the bathroom, you also discovered a first aid kit and a spare towel, along with soap, shampoo, conditioner, and host of other toiletries. This is like a damn hotel, actually.

Except for the whole being a prisoner thing. Again, you supposed it was better than the alternative. 

After you’d showered and dressed in a shirt and the only pair of shorts you found (the clothes were too tight, probably meant for some supermodel, but you’d manage), patched yourself up the best you could, and tamed your wild hair, you at least felt like a human again.

You didn’t know what time it was, as your room didn’t have a window. But you did have a bed, and it was calling you. You slipped under the covers and let out a long breath. 

So many scenes from earlier today played and replayed through your mind. All the “what ifs.” If you’d been more successful with Soldier Boy back at the club. 

If you’d stayed more alert in your hotel room. If you’d managed to call out to Annie or M.M. or Butcher or any one of your team, could they have stopped you from being kidnapped? All of them had been attacked as well. 

But clearly, if you were the only one captured, then you were the least of all of them. 

That thought made you shudder, your eyes burning with tears. You had also given up today. When you’d continued mouthing off to Soldier Boy, you’d succumbed to your seemingly inevitable fate, already given up on your life. 

You felt guilty about that when you thought about your sister. If there was one thing the two of you had learned from your fucked childhoods, it was that giving up wasn’t an option. 

You had spent most of your life fighting. Fighting so she could have a good future.

“I wish you’d start protecting yourself,” she’d told you. One of the last things she’d ever told you.

So…you decided that from this moment onward, you were going to fight. 

For your life, and for your freedom, no matter what Soldier Boy wanted with you. 

“He’s in the wind,” said Butcher. “Might be time to regroup.”

He leaned on a chair, like it was getting hard for him to stand, and coughed into his arm. Hughie watched him in both curiosity and concern. Was he getting sick or something? 

“We’re not just leaving her out there,” Annie snapped. “We’re finding her now.”

Hughie knew that look on his girlfriend’s face. No matter what Butcher said, you were a priority. You had become her friend, and she was not leaving you with a sick fuck like Soldier Boy.

“I hate to tell you this,” Butcher said dryly, “but it ain’t likely that she’s still breathing.” 

That fell between the entire team with a heavy silence. 

Until Hughie spoke, calm but determined. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “We don’t just leave our friends without trying.”

And by now, he could call you a friend. Annie certainly agreed.

After sharing a look with Kimiko, who smiled and nodded, and then M.M., Frenchie grinned. “I agree with Petit Hughie.”

He slapped the younger man on the back, though Hughie shot him a wan look. 

“Can you stop calling me that?”

Butcher looked to M.M., who crossed his arms and nodded back. 

“Can’t leave a man behind. Besides, if we find her, we probably find Soldier Boy.”

After a moment, Butcher shrugged. 

“All right. Let’s hunt down the old fuck. Again.”

AN: "Welcome to the Hotel California! Such a lovely place, such a lovely face." 😅

Next time, she tests her limitations:

It was Soldier Boy, of course. He was looking down at you, not sure if he should be stern or amused. 

“What a naughty little girl,” he drawled. “Should’ve known you wouldn’t mind your fucking manners.” 

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DYING to know your yandere mafia mikaelson hcs separate

Mafia!Mikaelson HC’s

Klaus:

•When you first began dating Klaus it was like a dream, he knew exactly what you wanted and how far was too far. Klaus knew you didn’t like fancy and flashy (other than his car) so he tried to keep the dates simple…at first. You realized pretty fast that being with Klaus meant being in some form of spotlight, even if it wasn’t nearly as bright as the one Elijah stands in everyday

•Klaus insists upon picking you up from work every day without fail once you begin dating, he takes your safety very seriously and he believes you could never be too careful, God forbid one of his enemies decides to harm you

•Klaus is the clingy type of boyfriend and you did not see it coming! He wants to be with you every second that he can and he takes it personally when you spend your day off at home alone rather than with him. You always end up snuggled up on the couch in his house rather than yours in your pajamas and watching movies

•He knows the size of his house and the amount of money he has makes you uncomfortable so he tries as slowly as he can to get you more accustomed to it, buying you clothes that slowly get more and more expensive before eventually buying you a diamond necklace that you nearly threw a fit about but wore to your date later that night because it was really cute

•You dated for 3 months before you finally figured out the fact that he was in the Mafia, you had to admit to yourself there were plenty of signs, you just ignored them because you liked him so much but you knew you had to break up with him, you couldn’t be the kind of women that he needed. You expressed exactly that to him and he thought it was ridiculous, you are everything that he needs and he doesn’t understand why you don’t see that yet…he’ll just have to make you see it

Elijah:

•Elijah worked constantly before he met you and once he did he began taking days off, using vacation days and enjoying weekends more, it genuinely shocked not just his family but everyone at his office

•He is infatuated with you, he wishes you could be in his presence every minute, he even takes you to work with him some days just so he didn’t have to leave you

•For the first time in his life Elijah pictures having a family and settling down, enjoying a domestic aspect of life…whatever it takes

•The public found out about Elijah ‘New Orleans Most Eligible Bachelor’ no longer being a bachelor in a photo shoot. Elijah had a line of Armani suits designed just for him and he got you a line of amazing dresses, surprising you by forcing you to be in the photo shoot with him

‘Elijah, you know I don’t like cameras.’ You objected but he was hearing none of it.

‘I got you all these dresses, I picked them out special for you, they’re yours, now put on the red one and get over here. You look perfect and I need everyone to know I’m taken by the most beautiful girl in Louisiana.’ You felt extremely guilty turning him down, so you didn’t. You spent the morning posing in pictures with him and loving the smile on his face. He knew if he sprung it on you that you would cave, you’re too sweet not to.

Kol:

•Kol began stalking you almost immediately when he met you and you just found it funny how often you were running into each other, he called it ‘fate’ and you believed it, truly thinking it must mean the universe wanted you together when in reality, Kol had one of his men follow you everywhere you went

•Kol wouldn’t let any other guy even look at you without some kind of glare or, more often, a punch to the face. He would fight anyone he had to for you and you learned that fast, keeping all male friends at arms length…you actually found it kind of attractive though and he definitely used that to his advantage

•You enjoyed that he had a bit of a dark side, not letting it bother you that you knew what he and his family did. Kol loved that about you, that you loved him without judgment or conditions, he never thought he would be able to find that in anyone and you gave it to him

•Kol tries to spend as much time with you as he can, he knows you have a hard time getting along with Klaus and Elijah’s girlfriends since they’re judgey about you loving Kol without any form of kidnapping

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[im-out-of-it]

I just have some thoughts since I’ve watched the first three episodes now. some things I’m glad the show did and also the things that irritated the fuck out of me so let’s go 👏🏼

1. aging the characters up. I think this is smart to do and there’s more you can do with the rest of them if they’re in their early twenties instead of being teenagers. sorry not sorry but I’m not interested in seeing teenagers being chased by grown adults

2. Clary is still beyond annoying. I know she’s traumatized by losing her mom and not understanding this new world but literally coming in “I don’t care about the clave, about your rules, I just want to find my mom.” yeah ok we get that but there are still rules that need to be followed. you’re out here almost getting people killed and it’s all in the name of your mom. and I’m not saying the clave is trustworthy because they’re massive dicks but you can’t go around running and doing whatever you want lmao

3. please give Alec a raise or a year vacation. the amount of shit he deals with having to be jaces parabatai is too much. honestly, Alec deserves better. Jace takes advantage of Alec and I would have loved to see Alec have another parabatai, one that cares for him. I know you can only have one BUT CUT THE FUCKING CORD PLEASE

4. Magnus is fucking perfection

5. Izzy is perfection too 🔥 I do not blame Simon losing his tongue over her. my bisexual mind was like OOOOO ALEC NO MAGNUS NO IZZY NO RAPHAEL NO MAIA!!!!!!! NO ALL OF THEM

6. Clary and Jace are very cringe and I’m not sure if that’s on the acting or the writing but it makes it hard to believe they’re “in love.” I felt more connection with Alec and Magnus meeting for a second than I did with jace and clary in three episodes. even Alec and jace have a bit more chemistry than he does with clary. and that is something I DO NOT ship

Jace: I would die for you

Clary: but jace we just met

Jace: I don’t care if I throw all my friends and family away clary. we’re destined to be together

7. superb acting from Matthew Daddario. he’s absolutely wonderful and he really captured Alec’s angst in my opinion. you can see why he’s on guard not only because he likes jace (ew my man Alec WHY) and because he’s worried about the safety of his people. I feel like Matt captures the emotion without saying a thing so well. as does Harry. I think they’re both great at this

8. “This would be bad for clary.”- (talking about the cup and valentine) Simon “it would be bad for all of us”-Izzy. of course in Simon and clary world, everything is all about clary. I get simon is worried about his bff but this affects EVERYONE

9. if Simon was my bff and someone as jace talked to my friend that way, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT. she doesn’t really say much, she’s all like “we’re a package deal.” honestly clary and jace belong together because they both take advantage of their friends. they’re both so self centered so let them run away as far as possible together

10. Alec is big sad now but you will have better, just you wait. also want to add, I enjoy season one for the build up Alec and Magnus but man do I hate Alec pinning after jace 🤢 but if there isn’t any incest, it’s not a proper CC story

11. Im just here for the Malec content. stuff that show did well: Alec and Izzy’s sibling relationship. I love these two so much. Clary actually being nice to izzy and being her friend, and not being mean to her cause she’s jealous. Magnus’s whole attire. I love this bi king so much. I love magnus, I love his sass, his makeup, his clothes. I LOVE HIM. I wish they would’ve changed his hair and makeup more in the last two seasons. kinda feel like they thought oh he has mascara on, that’s good enough. that pink hair is truly one of my favorite Magnus looks.

12. last thing to add that I like what the show did. I love that Alec actually knows how to fight. it never made sense in the books that he’s never killed a demon, especially since he’s a Lightwood. never made sense to me. I’m glad they allowed in the show for Alec to actually be able to fight 🏹

that is all for now until I watch actually one of the best episodes of season one. Magnus and Alec meeting 🥰

[watermelonsugacry]

i would adore to learn how/when y/n meet mitch! your posts make me so happy!

Choose Your Words

A/N: in celebration of SINCE 2010 turning 1 on Tumblr, here's how the two best guitarists in the world met! 💚

SUMMARY: After almost a year into One Direction's hiatus, Harry craves being in the studio again to make some music. After inviting his best friend and former band member, YN, onto his team, they spend the next two months in Jamaica as they make an album, uncover hidden feelings, and explore uncharted territories. (3.5k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist // Jamaica series // Previous song here! 🌵

SIDE-NOTE: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary) bold are things Harry actually said irl

“So what did you say his name was again?” 

Today marks the first day of the official writing session for Harry’s new album. The last of the team had just finished flying in the day before and settling into their new home for the next two months. 

Much like her time in the band, YN being the only female in this team was given her own room to stay in for their stay in Jamaica. With only a couple of hours in the land of paradise, she’s already traded in her skinny jeans for shorts and her leather jackets for open button-up shirts with tank tops underneath. 

Harry is just too excited to wait any longer. YN could tell how much he’s been holding it in and he has been itching to be back in the studio to make some music. After everyone’s taken naps to overcome the jet lag, it was time to get into the home studio to bring Harry’s ideas to fruition. 

The two of them haven’t experienced writing an album like this before. They were always on the road whenever they recorded, putting down some vocals here and there in a mini van minutes before going on stage to perform to a stadium full of people. They’ve never had the chance to set a month or two aside to solely focus on creating such a magic piece of art. Despite already getting in the studio to get started working on the album, it already feels like a vacation.

But before they could even get started, she had to ask about the last member of Harry’s team that she wasn’t able to meet before making the trip overseas. 

“Mitch. Mitch Rowland. He was Ryan’s roommate.” Harry answers as YN takes a sip of her smoothie she made earlier that morning. Her and Harry walk side by side down the hallway on their way to the built-in home studio. The house they were staying in was absolutely beautiful. It was just sitting off the coast so almost every window in the house had a view of the beach. It has a lot of open space in each room, a spacious backyard and a patio area for get-togethers, but YN’s favorite part of the house is the home studio. She can’t wait until hers gets done by the time they get back from their trip. 

“Wait, what happened to the other bloke that was supposed to come in?” 

Harry takes the cup from her hand and takes a sip for himself, “He bailed.”

“Just like that?” YN raises her eyebrows in surprise as he nods around the cup. “Well shit. Is this new guy legit then?” 

“Ryan said Mitch has been working at a pizza shop for the last couple of years and that they’re pretty good friends.” She nods along before being handed back her cup. “Met him about a week before we came out here and he’s pretty fucking wicked at the guitar. He’s pretty stiff competition compared to you.” 

“Har, har,” YN playfully rolls her eyes at his teasing but the compliment simultaneously inflates her ego and gives her tummy butterflies at the same time. The feeling in her stomach only increases as she watches Harry rake a hand through his new haircut.

Only a week before they need to take off to Jamaica, YN and Harry take the trip back to Holmes Chapel to a very excited Anne. The woman never fails to extend a warm welcome—especially towards the young lady who her son’s been secretly in love with since he was a teenager.

They stay by the doorframe of Anne’s small kitchen and (despite YN’s few attempts to talk him out of it) watch as Harry gets ready for his first haircut in almost two years. He takes off his shirt since he doesn’t feel like plucking the hair off of the fabric, leaving him in his pajama pants. The two women watch as he gets his long locks tied back in a low ponytail and YN can’t help the giggle that tumbles out of her lips.

“What are you laughing at?” Harry can’t help but chuckle as well. As much as this transformation is needed in order to transition into this new chapter in his life, there’s no denying that he’s feeling anxious as well.

“M’nervous! I can’t help it,” YN beams, tightly linking her arm with Anne’s.

“You want to cut a bit of it off?” Harry offers.

“Like hell m’gonna to be partly responsible for this crime being committed in front of me eyes.”

The people in the room laugh at her playfully offended tone and Anne pats her hand reassuringly to the young woman’s arm. YN’s had her fair share of hair transformations over the years. For Harry, his long hair has always been her favorite. She remembers the day he told her he planned on growing it out with the intention of donating it and the day he asked her about some ways he could keep his hair out of his eyes—introducing his love for headscarves and small clips. She remembers when she had a real shitty day and he let her braid his long hair to cheer her up...only for him to keep them on for the show they had later that night. She loved to card her fingers through his hair and watch his eyes fight to stay open.

Right as the hairdresser begins to grab at the low ponytail and brings the blades of the scissors to his hair, YN playfully covers her eyes and digs her face into Anne’s arm, “I can’t watch!”

“I was the one with the long hair. I’ve had it for so much of One Direction that cutting it off just felt like starting afresh.”

YN’s eyes peek through the gap in between her fingers as she watches the deed be done. Harry also has a hand over his eyes and playfully groans out in pain. 

She snaps a couple of pictures of him initially getting his hair trimmed before leaving to the living room to let him have his haircut in peace and have a chat with Anne. And once it was officially over, Harry only adds to the anticipation of his new haircut reveal when he tells her to cover her eyes.

“Hurry up, H. M’already all worked up.”

“Okay, okay,” She hears the sound of wood—presumingly the coffee table—scraping against the floor before he takes a take on it to be in front of her. “Open your eyes, love.” 

Her eyes make their way up from the two birds on his chest up to his head.

“Huh,” She smiles contently at the sight in front of her. Harry’s hair no longer reaches below his shoulders. The curly curtains that once framed his face have been removed. His newly short locks don’t seem as curly as it used to be but they both know it’s still there. Harry’s hair is styled in an upward motion and all she wants to do is run her fingers through it.

So she brings a hand up to do just that. She combs her fingers through the top of his hair and she’s slightly surprised that his hair is not long enough for the action to last longer. Her gaze moves down to his eyes and sees him waiting for her approval. 

“Is that a good ‘huh’?” He asks when she hasn’t said another word.

“It’s a good ‘huh.’” She tilts her head to the side as she continues to stare at him and a smile of his own creeps onto his face. She’s definitely going to miss his long hair, but on the other hand, she thinks his new look suits him as he starts a new chapter in life. And if she’s being completely honest with herself, he looks so fucking handsome.

When he sees her eyes continuing to bounce around the top of his head and around the rest of his face, he playfully pushes at her knee, “Stop or else I’ll get conceded.”

His chest swells when he sees that gorgeous smile of hers only become that much brighter, “Oh I think you’re way past that.” 

“I was about to personify my hair but I decided not to,” Harry huffs out a smirk from his seat in front of his interview chair. 

“M’excited for you to meet him though,” Harry says, rubbing his hands together. “Getting a lead guitarist is just the beginning for all this, y’know? Like it makes this that much more real.”

It’s really exciting to see Harry so excited about his music. Going from being in the band for five years and putting out an album a year was tiring to say the least but the fact that they were making music that they loved balanced out some of the stress. Now as an upcoming solo artist, it was inspiring to see him as passionate about music as he was when she first met him all those years ago.

“Well let’s stop wasting time then and let me go see how wicked this guy really is.” YN smiles and reaches for the door handle but before she can touch it, his hand covers hers. She blinks up at him as he brings their joined hands to his chest.

“You think talking to me is a waste of time, lovie?” Whether it was the teasing look in his eye or the way he smirks at her with his dimpled cheeks, but it has her mind going blank without a witty comment to fire back. Yet this is how they’ve been for years: making jokes that were borderline flirty, causing the other person to smirk or playfully roll their eyes in fake annoyance, acting like one another’s actions didn’t have an effect on them when it utterly and wholeheartedly did. Since they couldn’t do anything about it with the strict restrictions of the no-dating rule in the band, there was no harm or foul with these kinds of conversations.

Now everything is different.

They aren’t in the band anymore.

These stubble comments and questions left them searching for the truth behind each word that pushed past the other’s lips. Did the other person actually mean what they said or was it just them being how they always are? 

At a loss for words, she furrows her brows with a rigid shake of her head, “N-no, I-I mean—”

“M’joking darling,” An amused smile graces his face from seeing her all flustered and tongue-tied. It’s a rare sight so whenever he’s able to catch her off guard in this way, he relishes in it.

YN pulls her hand away from Harry’s with an eye roll and a scoff, trying her best to play off a cool demeanor, “I know tha’.” 

Despite her efforts, he continues to smirk down at her before twisting the door handle and pushing the door open. 

“After you,” Harry extends a hand out towards the room. With one last look at him, she enters the room with the rim of the cup to her lips to hide the heat creeping its way up to her cheeks. She sees two of the producers, Tyler and Alex, messing around with the buttons on the panel and in a light discussion. 

She also sees a guy in the recording room through the window above the huge studio console. His long hair covers his face as he looks down to tune his guitar.

“Is this him?” She asks, feeling Harry behind her. 

Tyler turns around and gives a quick nod, “Should we let him know we’re ready for him?”

YN cocks up an eyebrow with a hand lazily resting on her hip, “Let’s see what he’s got.”

Given the good girl persona that One Direction’s management forced upon her during the majority of her career, no one would really expect her to look so intimidating. Sure, there’s always going to be some slight intimidation for the fact that she’s a member of one of the most famous bands in the world, making music that quickly lands them at the top of the charts, putting out new music, and performing to sold-out stadiums almost every night—but she’s been so prim and proper externally that some people wouldn’t think twice to write her off as anything else.

As the last year of the band progressed, more and more of her personality began to shine through to the outside world. She’s a harsh critic and doesn’t like to sugar coat shit—especially if it comes to a big project like this for one of the most important people in her life.

So as she takes a seat on the leather sofa chair with Harry sitting on the arm rest, she puts one leg over the other and crosses her arms over her chest with a neutral expression on her face. Harry might say that this hippie looking guy is a good guitarist, but YN needs to see that for herself.

“I was a bit skeptical about Mitch at first, m’not gonna lie,” YN lightly laughs in her interview chair. “I mean, v’seen a lot of talented guitarists so far during my music career so I was mainly looking to see like, ‘what’s so different about this guy?’” 

From the first note that the guy behind the glass riffs—as cool as it was—she keeps from showing her thoughts and brings her cup to her lips. Harry pinches at his bottom lips as he watches for her reactions; needing her approval for something as vital as this racks his nerves like no other. 

As Mitch continues to play, Harry sees the way YN begins to slowly move her head to the pretty melody. Her eyes scan the spot on the floor in front of her as she listens closely to what’s being played and the infamous crease in between her eyebrows appears.

“But the moment he started playing, he just...” She shakes her head with a smirk. “...he blew me fookin’ socks off.”

Mitch does a really cool riff on the guitar that has the four of them in the room whoop and shout in amazement.

“Woah!” Harry stands up from his seat and lifts his arms in the air. 

“Holy shit!” YN lets out a laugh, putting her hands to her temple in disbelief. “Are yeh fookin’ kidding me?”

The next thing she knows, Harry’s removing his pink button up, crossing his arms across his torso and removing his shirt to place it onto her lap behind him. The two producers in the room soon catch on and start laughing hysterically at the sight before them.

Harry then proceeds to shimmy out of his tight, black jeans, leaving him in his tiny briefs, and sticks his arms in the air. YN places her index fingers in the corners of her mouth and blows out a loud whistle both for Mitch's guitar skills and Harry's undressing.

The two of them don’t waste another second as Harry takes her inside the recording room to formally introduce her to the newest member of the team.

“Mitch, this is my best friend YN. YN, this is—”

“Mitch fookin’ Rowland,” YN smirks, taking his outreached hand. “S’nice to meet yeh, mate.”

“Thanks, same here,” Mitch gives her a shy smile. “Harry’s told me a lot about you. He told me you’re a musician too?” 

Trying not to be thrown off by his innocent tone, YN glances at Harry at Mitch’s unexpected comment but she’s quick to bounce back, “I am, yeah. Nothing too major though. Play a bit of guitar as well.”

“Yeah, and by ‘a bit,’” Harry throws a hand on her shoulder. “She means she’s practically married to it.”

“You have to show me some of your secrets then,” Mitch motions to the guitar that’s still pressed against himself.

“Sure, but before that, you gotta show me how you did that one riff earlier,” YN says as she’s already reaching for one of the guitars she’s brought for the trip and throwing the thick strap over her shoulder.

It’s strange to meet someone who hasn’t known their band. YN can’t remember the last time she met someone where they didn’t know her name and her success prior to being formally introduced. Since she was sixteen years old, she began to feel like everyone knew everything about her: her feelings, her background, what she was fucking thinking just because they read something in some sleazy, tabloid article. People had preconceived notions about her but with Mitch, it’s the complete opposite. It was an uncomfortable experience at first, but then YN fookin’ loves it.

“The thing with Mitch is that since he had no experience with being in a recording studio and YN having the same, if not more, experience with songwriting and that sort of thing, it really connected us in a way where the three of us sort of, balanced each other out,” Harry explains, before pitching at his bottom lip with his thumb and index finger. “We had each other to lean on and work this out together and the three of us wrote the majority of the album together.”

“The first song we wrote together was Ever Since New York,” YN recalls as she pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Knowing from personal experience, the best form of therapy and venting out yeh feelings is in songwriting so...that song was just waiting to come out of Harry.”

A major part of creating music is being vulnerable. It’s an intimate experience to write songs, especially with other people, in letting other people see your hurts, your feelings, and the kinds of thoughts that can keep you up late at night. It’s one of the reasons why YN and Harry are as close as they are. It took some time to get used to it at the beginning of their careers together, but they let each other see the deepest parts of themselves. They tell each other things that they’d be embarrassed to tell anyone else with no fear of judgment; they’ve created a safe space in one another...well, as safe as one can feel when they’re secret, deeper feelings for their best friend.

Ever Since New York came to life fairly easily; songwriting can be that way when writing from life experiences. After finalizing some of the lyrics about Harry’s sick father with YN and working out the chords with Mitch, the next they knew he was laying down the vocals for the song. 

As everyone gets to work in the studio, YN finds herself reverting back to her old demeanor in the band: sitting in the corner of the room watching as the four male producers work their magic in front of the huge console of buttons and sliders. Not that she minded all that much since she was hired as a songwriter, there was nothing in that kind of job description for her to be with the other men producing Harry’s songs.

She knew her place without being told and she’s had years of experience in learning how to be okay with that...but that didn’t stop her mind from dreaming about being up there, moving various sliders, typing away at the desktop computer, and helping fix vocals as they appear in their zigzag form on the screen.

As if hearing her thoughts behind him, YN’s head perks up when Tom—better known as Kid Harpoon—spins around in his seat and beckons her over with a nod of his head.

When Harry comes out of the recording booth, a smile spreads across his face when he sees YN sitting in a swiveling chair with everyone else, clicking away at the desktop mouse as Kid points to the screen. She nods to whatever he’s saying and highlights the recorded vocals to make the needed adjustments.

When Kid sees Harry come up to them, he pipes up, “H, you didn’t tell me we got another producer on our team.”

“Oh, no s’nothing—” 

“I thought you knew,” Harry says in-matter of fact, interrupting YN before she can finish. When she blinks up at him, he nods over to the computer screen. “Wanna show me what you’ve got so far?”

She gives him that smile that has been making his knees weak since he was sixteen years old. “Okay. Okay, yeah. Um, so here’s a bit from the first verse you did earlier...”

As she shows him the work she’s done, it takes him a second to make his eyes stop bouncing around her profile. She speaks so passionately about her work, her eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store. The way her plushy lips push and pull with each word has him wanting to reach out to run his thumb over her bottom lip.

After all these years, how has his feelings for her not gone away? 

He thought maybe this time it would be different. They’re not in the band anymore...but with her being hired on as a member of his album-making team, they’re practically co-workers once again. 

Harry pulls his eyes away from her face and looks at the computer screen in hopes to drown out those intrusive thoughts. He just hopes this doesn’t affect their work...shit.

Next Song Here! 👻

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[meraki-yao]

For ficlet Friday- 1 for firstprince 💕

(and if you think you want to…maybe 6 for taynick? 👀🫶)

HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK ME ALL NIGHT

1. The truth is… : Firstprince

Henry laughs a little when Alex finally tells him about the J14 magazine, the object of his confession sitting on the bed in their room in the lake house, still glossy with baby Henry’s photo after all these years. He was kind of planning on taking this secret to the grave. Okay fine, maybe not to the grave, he can’t do that to Henry. He’ll tell him eventually. Maybe after marriage though? But when he opened his suitcase during their weekend vacation in his dad’s lake house just to see the magazine that started it all lying on top of his packed clothes, with a post-it note in June’s handwriting “You’re Welcome :P”, and for Henry to walk in just to see Alex trying to figure out how to deal with the cursed magazine, scrambling to hide it behind his back, cheeks red and flustered, well, the explanation is demanded much sooner than he’d like to. So Alex flips open to the page with the first sight of Henry he’s ever seen, tracing over the faint grease marks left by his fingers throughout the year, and tells his side of the story, of being to oddly entranced by the little prince smiling on the page, sneaking into June’s room just to touch his hair, wondering how it would feel like underneath his fingertips, soft, golden locks twirled around his chocolate skin. The truth is, it felt kind of embarrassing to tell Henry that he has actually, subconsciously beaten Henry in the “who fell for the other first” competition. After all, he was kind of the person who started their initially antagonistic relationship, and he was the one who was too stubborn to admit that he liked talking to Henry when they were becoming tentative friends. He was also the one to tease Henry when his prince admitted he’s been in love with him since the day they met. But after he stammers through his confession, Henry just giggles, the sweet private smile when his ducks his chin. The last of the day’s sun shines through and highlights his hair, a golden crown, on the world’s most beautiful prince. Light pink dusts his cheeks, light sparkles in his eyes, and Alex is in love again. And all the stupid worry dissipates. The truth is, it doesn’t really matter who fell first. They’re here now, and no matter what they will always find their way towards each other. And that’s the universal constant.

6. Everything is telling them not to. : Taynick

“This is a dangerous idea.” Nicholas whispers.   “I know.” Taylor answers back. There are a million reasons why this is a bad idea. He hasn’t dated in years, and for a good reason, both emotion-wise and practicality-wise. His career is finally taking off in a direction he can be happy and even proud of, he’s been taking project after project, his schedule is filled to the brink… and that’s just the list of his personal concerns. There’s the issue of co-workers getting together, the issue of their personal relationship getting in the way of this production, the issue of neither of them being in a position where they can come out without their career being affected… And what happens if this doesn’t work, the memory of a beautiful summer tainted with the blood of a broken heart. Everything is telling them not to. Except their hearts. He didn’t expect to like Taylor this much when he took this project, or when he met Taylor in their chemistry test, or they were rehearsing intimate scenes, limbs tangled up while they tried not to laugh at their compromising positions. Truthfully, he really did see an immediate friend in Taylor. He didn’t expect to see more. It’s getting simultaneously harder yet clearer to draw the line between Henry and himself. Taylor is charming, and charismatic, and kind. That’s lovely, but that’s nothing new that Nick hasn’t realised as a friend. But Taylor being protective of him, being so caring and careful with him; that’s new. It’s different. And it’s… it’s making his heart beat faster and something warm in chest expand. He doesn’t know if it’s some sort of character bleed, of Alex’s attitude towards Henry creeping into Taylor. But a month into shooting, Taylor starts remember his breakfast orders, bringing his latte to set for him. During emotional-challenging scenes, he checks on him after every take and hugs him after they wrap, long arms around him, pressing him into his broad chest. He picks up the phone no more than three rings when Nick is rolling around on his bed, plagued by insomnia, It’s… nice. It’s not that Taylor’s pampering or babying him or anything, nothing of the sort, but it’s very endearing. And safe. There’s something so comforting about the way he and Taylor just connects and clicks, like a puzzle piece in the tapestry that makes him up finally finding its match to create another special thing. He can feel it, it’s precious, and rare, and miraculously beautiful. And Taylor can feel it too. Seeing as earlier today, two weeks before they wrap, he asked Nick for a dinner date to talk things out, figure out what are they going to do with this magnetic attraction.   Which is where they are now. “I’m in if you are.” Taylor says, his voice steadier than ever, and despite everything, Nick feels so, so safe, with his hands in Taylor’s larger ones, warm and loving. “We’ll figure this out. Step by step. Just like they did.” He faintly wonders if, in some weird, twisted arrangement of fate, they’re some sort of reincarnation of Alex and Henry, always tied by a red string of fate in every universe, in every name and identity. But regardless of whatever unknown forces are at play, right now, he’s Nicholas Galitzine, he’s an actor, he really likes his co-star, and he really, really wants to try this out. “I’m in.” Taylor smiles, brighter than a million suns. “Then let’s fucking do this, baby.”

Yeah I feel like I lost it at the end with the Taynick one... but hopefully this is okay?

Gonna write the rest of the prompts I got in the morning, night y'all

Prompt List

[kyufessions]

summer soccer

synopsis: soobin’s friends don’t believe he’s actually dating someone

pairings: non-idol! soobin x soccer player! g.n. reader

genre: fluff !!

word count: 0.8k

warnings: reader is described as being shorter (5’3 specifically) than soobin

a/n: thought of this dynamic as i watched txt content, soobin’s so cute </3

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

“i swear they’re real!” soobin defended himself, a shy smile spreading across his lips at the playful teases from his friends.

“you always do this,” taehyun starts after finishing the last bite of his chicken breast. “you say you’re dating someone but then show us a picture of some random idol.”

yeonjun chuckles at soobin’s dramatic gasp, watching the conversation happen around him for a while in amusement. although he’s not saying anything, he agrees with taehyun’s statement. multiple times they’ve all been excited for soobin when he would tell everyone he has a date or started seeing someone- only to be shown a picture of heo youngji followed by a mischievous giggle. but when the new semester started and everyone met back up from after their summer vacations, soobin admitted he started seeing someone.

“youngji is not a random idol, she’s an icon.” he rebuts before quickly moving on. “and i swear i’m not lying this time. i met them over the summer at the on-campus daycare center.”

“are you dating a dilf or something?” beomgyu asks, earning an elbow nudge from yeonjun.

soobin shakes his head, his bottom lip popping out. “no, as i would close up for the day they’d pass by after soccer practice.”

“you struck up the conversation?” hueningkai chuckled, imagining the shy man approaching literally anyone first.

“they’re an athlete?” yeonjun finally chipped in, his eyes widening with curiosity and shock.

soobin’s cheeks reddened as his eyes drifted to the wooden table below him, his dimples popping out more prominently. “they’re one of the top athletes, and not necessarily. they were walking in the rain with nothing but a bag over their head so i walked them to their dorm with my umbrella.”

“gentleman soob.” beomgyu teased, nudging him with a foolish grin. he watched as soobin rolled his eyes, his arms crossing over his chest in embarrassment. “when can we meet them?”

eyes darting to his phone to check the time, he starts stuffing his notebook and pens in his backpack. “i’m supposed to meet them in ten minutes after soccer practice, we can all walk there together?”

-

luckily, todays practice was easier than others. you weren’t sure if it was the cooling weather that made the suicide dribbles easier to accomplish or if it was the adrenaline rush you were getting from seeing soobin today. with the big game coming up and a new school semester, you hadn’t seen soobin within the past week. to say you missed him was an understatement and to finally be able to see him again- to hear his voice right in front of you instead of a phone speaker, is enough adrenaline to fuel a bullfighter.

as the five minute mark hit before practice was over, you spotted your boyfriend from the bleachers waving at you enthusiastically. your friends watched as you returned it, then laughed at you being scolded by the coach for doing so. some people might’ve not known it was their partner waving, or even be too shy to wave back, but you could tell it was him from a thousand miles away.

when practice finished up, you quickly scurried over to your bag and started packing your items as your friends spoke.

“you know, at first i didn’t know what you saw in soobin.” one of your friends commented as she sat down on the bench.

you didn’t give her a glance, just a mere giggle. “why?”

“you guys are just really different.”

“how-“

“the dynamic between you two is very different but it’s cute- you guys mesh well together.” she interrupted as she tied up her changed shoes. “a 5’3 soccer player and a 6’1 education major who seems to be bad at sports.”

you looked at her shocked as you threw your bag over your shoulder, adjusting the straps. “how would you know he’s bad at sports?” you knew he was, but how did she know that?

“i saw you trying to teach him how to dribble one afternoon before practice. told me everything i need to know.”

you just laughed before parting ways, running as fast as you can to the other side of the field where soobin sat in the bleachers. as you approached closer, he and his friends walked down to greet you in the grass- well, soobin ran while the others walked but same thing. the smile never dissipated from either one of your faces, cheeks and ears red from pure joy.

hueningkai leaned up against the metal bars behind him as you both hugged, tsk’ing at the scene out of disbelief. “wow, he wasn’t lying this time.”

“i know,” taehyun replied as he finally made it to the ground. “and the star soccer player too. i’m shocked.”

yeonjun nodded, watching you both talk over each other before started to meet them halfway. “good for him, it’s about time.”

“i can’t believe i’m the only bitchless person left.” beomgyu mumbled, dragging his feet along the field.

[jaggedhorseteeth]

Better in the Morning // Ch. 8

MASTERLIST

Jake x original female character, and introducing a tiny bit of Josh x original male character

word count: 1600+

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Language, social drinking, vague mentions of questionable, probably unhappy childhoods, slight jealousy, insecurity, anxiety

When I was a kid and living in a small town in West Virginia, my brother and I made friends with a boy who lived down the road. The first time I saw him, he was burying something in the field across from our house. I think I scared him when I snuck up on him, asking what he was doing. He shied away, but when I promptly sat next to him and insisted on being nosy, he caved. He told me he was burying a dead bird he found in his yard; I remember thinking it was odd that he was so sad about it. Maybe that’s why we ended up being such good friends- we were both odd in some way.

Finn was two months younger than me, but he never attended school with me. Instead, his mother homeschooled him. I never met her, and anytime someone asked about his parents, he dodged the questions. Richie knew something was wrong there. Hell, even my barely present father knew something was wrong. As a child though, all I knew was that Finn spent an awful lot of time at our house, and he would find any excuse to not return home at night. There was a lot I didn’t know about the redheaded boy who always wore sweaters, even in the summer, and hated living in the small, rundown house at the end of the dirt road.

As we got older, we were practically inseparable. Luca would sometimes join us when he was well enough. And when Luca was gone, Finn was always there. He was the one that kept my head above water when I was drowning.

We grew into adults and went our separate ways, building our lives and doing our best to live them. He jumped at the opportunity to leave West Virginia and he didn’t look back. Of course, we kept in touch as much as our busy lives allowed, and when we saw each other again, it was as if no time had passed. We were always able to easily pick up where we left off. He was still, and always would be, the best friend I ever had.

I was sitting in the back room of the shop, munching on tacos that my wonderful boyfriend provided. I heard the bell above the door ding and Richie spoke to the person before calling for me to come out. I glanced at Jake before standing to go see what all the fuss was about, not knowing what to expect. But when I saw that very familiar face, complete with wavy red hair and a goofy smile, I let out an uncharacteristic squeal, making a running leap into a hug. He was taller than me, and I felt him lift me off the ground a few inches in a tight hug.

“Hey, kid. Missed you.”

Once back on the ground, I crossed my arms and gave him a look of faux annoyance. “Finley Dawson Carroway, why didn’t you tell me you were coming to town? And what do you mean ‘kid’? I’m older than you.”

“But I’m bigger than you.” He grinned and patted me on the head. Insufferable. “And I definitely don’t deserve the ‘full name’ treatment, Kya Marcela Castellano.”

I snorted at him and heard Jake chuckle behind me. “Fuck you. Anyways,” I motioned for Jake to walk over to us. “This is my boyfriend, Jake. And this is Finn, my best friend. We grew up together.”

The two men shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. I don’t think anyone else noticed, but Jake seemed slightly uncomfortable. I made a mental note to get to the bottom of that later. For now though, I wanted to catch up with my friend.

“What brought you to Nashville?”

“Got a new job. Something I’m actually really enjoying, and I get to travel.” He was beaming, proud of himself. “I’m doing a sort of marketing management for wildlife protection agencies. Right now I’m based in Colorado, but I’ll be doing some work with the Tennessee Wildlife Resources Agency.”

“That’s awesome. Right up your alley. How long are you staying?”

“At least a few weeks, but it could always get extended. They’re paying for a vacation rental, too, so I can’t complain.”

Finn was all smiles the whole time we talked. It warmed my heart to see him genuinely happy; I know it wasn’t easy for him to get to that point.

Jake was polite but quiet as we talked, and it was starting to make me nervous. It did nothing to quell the anxiety when he abruptly decided to leave, claiming he was late for plans with the band. I knew that was a lie, but I didn’t argue, just gave him a confused glance when he kissed me goodbye.

Finn eventually left too, not before making plans to hang out later, leaving Richie and I alone, save for a few lone customers browsing the aisles of records.

“Kya.” The way he said my name reminded me of when I was a kid, and he would catch me doing something I knew I wasn’t supposed to. “Now, I’m no expert, but I think your boyfriend’s a little jealous.”

I couldn’t help but scoff. “That’s stupid. There’s no reason for him to be jealous of Finn.”

“I know that, and you know that. Does he?”

I wanted to immediately respond with, “Of course,” but I stopped and thought hard for a second. I had told Jake about Finn before, about my childhood friend and some of the trouble we got in together. It wasn’t like I ever hid texts, and I’d certainly never sent or received anything incriminating. “I don’t see why he wouldn’t. He… oh.” I remembered Josh’s words that night. Jake had been cheated on before by someone he loved. Maybe he was afraid it would happen again. Was he really misreading the situation like that? Did he not trust me, even after all this time?

“I’m… just gonna call him real quick.” Richie nodded his understanding, and I stepped away to the back room for some privacy. He answered right away, which was a good sign. “Hey, you. You okay?” I asked softly.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, let’s start with the ‘lying about plans and rushing out of here like you left the stove on’ thing.”

He was silent for a few moments, and it felt like such a long time that I thought he might have hung up on me. “Can I just say that I left the stove on?”

“Sure, as long as it’s followed by what’s actually on your mind.” I thought I’d nudge him along a little bit. “It wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with Finn, would it?”

He sighed into the phone. “No. Or… I don’t know. I just… should I be worried?”

“About?”

“You guys seem really close.”

I was starting to get annoyed, but I think I was doing an excellent job of keeping my cool. “We are close. He was my only friend for a long time in the shitty little po-dunk town we grew up in. But that’s it, Jake. There’s absolutely no reason for you to be worried. Have I ever given you a reason to not trust me?”

“No,” he answered dejectedly. “You and him were never…?”

“Never. I never saw him like that. He was family to me. Besides, he’s not really my type.”

He snorted. “Oh, and what is your type?”

“Hm, I tend to be a sucker for the moody, jealous types. Ya know, the ones that play guitar and wear their sunglasses indoors.”

That pulled a laugh from him, a sound I never got tired of hearing. “I’m sorry. You must think I’m an idiot.”

“Sometimes, but you’re still my idiot.” There was that little laugh again. “So, tonight after work, let’s go out. Invite the guys. We can get drinks and you can get to know Finn. I think you’ll like him if you give him a chance.”

~

Seated at a booth at our usual bar, some familiar song playing from the speakers, I sipped my drink as Finn conversated with the rest of the guys. Jake was friendly enough but judging from the grip he had on my leg under the table, he was still feeling a little possessive. I gave him credit for trying, though. I noticed Finn wasn’t drinking, and I assumed he had to get up early for work. He seemed to fall into the group with ease, finding plenty of common ground to keep the conversation afloat, especially with a certain curly-headed twin.

Josh stood to make his way to the bar for refills, taking everyone else’s orders to knock it out in one trip. Finn, quite enthusiastically, was the first to volunteer to help carry drinks. No one else seemed to notice, of course. I watched them as they stood at the bar, awfully close to each other. I don’t think they ever stopped talking, and Finn’s eyes were glued to the shorter man. Finn leaned over, speaking into Josh’s ear, sparking a laugh. But the deciding factor in confirming my theory was Josh reaching up to touch a strand of Finn’s hair that had fallen loose from his ponytail.

I nudged Jake and whispered in his ear, “Guess I was the wrong one to be worried about.”

“Huh?” He looked at me, confused, until I nodded towards the bar. The timing couldn’t have been better; Jake glanced at them just as Finn placed a hand on Josh’s hip. “Oh. So that’s a thing?”

“Yep.” After a few moments, we both broke out in laughter, earning some questioning looks from Sam and Danny. I’d let them figure it out on their own time.

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@hollyco

[infiniteimaginings]

Valentines Day with a Stranger (Ray Manchester x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You were just in Swellview for a visit, seeing stores, trying the food. Just for a visit, but will a stranger from a strange store convince you to stay for a little longer? Pronouns: You/Yours She/Her Warnings: None Word Count: 2.7k A/N: This was requested but there was a lot of specific details about the reader that I had to cut and some specific things about the plot I changed because it doesn't fit necessarily. I try to keep everything as general as possible unless like fem reader is specified, I like everyone being able to read through and feel like it applies. It follows the main point of the request, but for the sake of you guys reading, I wont add the ask because it'll confuse you guys when you read the story.❤️❤️ (This was supposed to come out last week but I've been sick like a dog.)

You had just checked into a Swellview motel because you had traveled for hours by plane to visit the small town your friend refused to shut up about. She wouldn’t shut up about their weird laws and even weirder stores. Your friend was back in your hometown in Virginia with her partner since Valentine's day was tomorrow. You don’t have a valentine so, you had taken it upon yourself to visit the almost imaginary sounding town to quench your curiosity for the better. 

You had to say, she was right, it was a weird town. You walked around all day and saw stores like ‘Bhutt Factory’, ‘How Convenient’, ‘Karry-Yoh-Del-Lay-Hee-Hoo’, the last one apparently being a karaoke club. You couldn’t help yourself from laughing, honestly. What kind of town was this? You walked past the park and noticed someone bit into their ice cream on a cone, and a police officer nearby arrested them. You felt as if you were in a fever dream, you had to pinch yourself a bit to make sure you were actually in the town and not asleep on the plane to some made up destination.

When you didn’t wake up on a plane in shock you chuckled and shook your head, looking around some more until you reached a store called ‘Junk N’ Stuff’. You hummed a bit as you walked in, noticing the…junk, laying around. “At least they’re honest.” You mumbled to yourself, looking around the crowded store. You picked up a few items, questioned the validity of others, but overall you were just looking. It was an eccentric store, there was a dinosaur head on the wall, it was new to you and you liked it.

You noticed there wasn’t a clerk at the desk but, you didn’t mind it. You continued looking and ended up finding a collection of strange items that you were willing to take home to weird out your friends. You went to the front desk where the clerk should be and found it was still empty. You rang the bell, no one came, you called out small ‘Hello’s and stayed alone in the front portion of the building. For a moment you questioned if the store was even open, but diminished that thought because the lights were on and the door was unlocked. After a few moments of being alone you decided you would just come back later, placing the items down and walking to the door.

That was until footsteps rushed to the front. You turned around and were met with a rather strong looking man with brown hair and blue eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, “Sorry about that.” He spoke, going behind the counter, not looking up. “The person who is usually up here, is on vacation.” He muttered, typing a few things into the small computer behind the desk. You walked back to the counter quietly as he finished typing, finally looking up. His eyes glazed over with light when they met yours and a small smile appeared on his face, “Hello there beautiful.” He spoke gently, crossing his arms as he leaned on the counter.

You breathed out a chuckle at how quickly he changed and shook your head, “Hello.” You spoke slowly, unsure of if you should even buy anything anymore. He didn’t give you time to think before he looked at your items, “You want that stuff?” He asked you, sounding a little confused but you just nodded. “I think it’ll weird my friends out.” You spoke honestly as you put them on your side of the counter but he shook his head. You furrowed your brows at him, “You can have them, a beautiful woman deserves gifts at any time.” He told you, now only leaning on one of his arms as he looked at you. You didn’t make an action to take any of them which also confused him, but he didn’t comment.

Your arms crossed and you eyed him suspiciously, “What’s the catch?” You asked him, a brow raised and he simply laughed, his dimples showing in his smile. “There’s no catch, but there is an offer.” He spoke which piqued your interest, causing your head to tilt which made him continue. He looked as if he were trying to find the right words, cracking his knuckles and scrunching his nose occasionally and moving his head to the side. “I know a really good restaurant down the road, they have great food.” He spoke, looking at you a little nervously but you simply stood with a sweet smile. “You want me to go on a date with you?” You asked, almost in awe of the man in front of you. He nodded slowly, “If you’d like…” He spoke slowly, a smile working its way to his face when you looked away then back at him with a small smile. “Sure.” You spoke simply, he was going to say the location before something lit up in his eyes. “Actually, how about you meet me here tomorrow night, 7 o’clock?” He suggested, moving around the counter to be right in front of you, nothing as a barrier. Your nose scrunched involuntarily, “Valentines day? Here?” You asked and he nodded, moving his hair out his face, his muscle flexing a bit from his t-shirt. “I know, how romantic.” The man told you and you rolled your eyes playfully.

You backed away a bit, “I don’t even know your name.” You told him, that was a genuine concern. He understood and told you his name was Ray Manchester, you told him your name in response and he said ‘Now we’re well acquainted’ the comment made you laugh. 

He asked you a couple questions, your favorite flower, your favorite food, other things that surrounded ‘date’ information before you went on your way back to your hotel. He had no way of contacting you so he was left relying on the hope that you would actually arrive at the store on Valentines day.

On the romantic day, he was down in what he called the ‘man-cave’ where he lived a double life as superhero Captain Man with the assistance of his sidekick Kid Danger. Kid Dangers name was Henry Hart and a few of his friends had helped during these years as well like Charlotte and Jasper. They help with superhero missions, but they also help with things friends usually do, and Ray has grown close to the teenagers, feeling he could go to them for anything.

He had told the teens that very day you decided to accept the date, going down to the man cave and excitedly rambling about a beautiful woman he had somehow never seen coming into the shop. Charlotte said it was the exhaustion getting to him, Henry asked if he was sure it wasn’t the man who wore ball gowns because he was a very beautiful party princess, and Jasper was trying to figure out how Gooch would react to Ray just giving away free stuff. Regardless, they all agreed to help, as unbelievably easy it sounded for Ray when sometimes he didn’t have the best of luck.

Valentines day, mid afternoon the group was trying to figure something out to make for dinner. Ray and Henry were on the rounded couch, Charlotte on the computer, Jasper writing down ideas on a notepad as he walked around. 

Henry sat up from his lying position, “What were you even thinking for dinner?” He asked, arm draped over the couch. Ray shrugged, “Italian.” He spoke simply. Jasper walked by the couch on his way pacing to the elevator, “What if she’s vegetarian?” He asked.

“I didn’t think about that.”

Henry shook his head and sat up properly, “I’m sure there are vegetarian Italian meals.” He told everyone and Charlotte's typing on the computer became abundantly clear in the practically quiet room. “There is…” She began to speak, clicking a bit as the boys and man all walked to her station to look at the screens. “Tomato basil pasta, garlic and oil pasta, rice salad, tomato bruschetta.” She listed, clicking on each image and showing the recipes for each. Ray held his hands out in a ‘stop’ motion, “Okay I get it, there’s a lot.” He spoke, wiping a sweat from his brow. This date was actually stressing him out a little bit. Charlotte smirked a bit before turning to Jasper and showing him the images for him to write down so they could go get the ingredients, “You could do the bruschetta and the garlic and oil pasta.” She told him and Ray agreed to it, he would have agreed to anything, she usually came up with good ideas.

They spent hours trying to make the meal, and had several trips to the grocery store and pharmacy. The pharmacy for Henry since he was not an indestructible superhuman-hero. Once the clock struck six the man cave was a disaster, the teens were covered in flour, oils, spices, and other ingredients that should’ve been on food. But, there was a wonderful spread of garlic and oil pasta, bruschetta, bread, and drinks all displayed on a rolling cart that would be taken up to Junk N’ Stuff. The store having been cleared in the middle for there to be a clear walkway and dining experience, provided by Jasper to which Ray thanked him profusely.

All the teens wished Ray good luck and went home to wash up, Ray washed up in the man cave, dressing in his finest shirt and slacks. It was around 6:50 when he cleaned himself and the man cave so he decided to go up to the store to make some additions to the table. He added a beautiful flower to the middle of the table where two seats sat across from each other just as you walked in.

Ray heard the bell ring when you walked in, the dragon breathing fire per usual. He was absolutely enamored by you, you looked stunning and he couldn’t exactly pull his gaze from you. He tried walking to you but kind of walked into the table causing you to wince. He sucked in a breath, “I’m okay.” He spoke before adjusting himself, pulling out your chair. You thanked him and sat in the chair as he pushed it in for you. 

You looked at the table curiously, “My favorite flower?” You asked with a suspicious but playful gaze and he simply shrugged. “I thought it would make a nice addition.” He hummed and you smiled, smoothing the clothing on your lap. “This is a delicious looking meal.” You told him, looking over the pasta, the bread, the bruschetta. He nodded with a proud smile, “I had a little help making it.” He explained as he placed one of the thick cloth napkins onto his lap, you doing the same. Your jaw dropped slightly, “You made this?” You asked, eyes almost bugging out of your head. This was, a lot of effort, for a first date. Ray waved your thoughts off and went ahead and told you the two of you should try it, though he was extremely fearful for the taste since no one had tried it before putting it on the plate.

You took one bite of the pasta and your eyes almost rolled back as you covered your mouth, chewing gently. After you swallowed the food you were already twirling your fork in it again, “This is delicious.” You told him, eating another bit. The action caused him to try it as well, having almost the exact same reaction as you when eating.

The two of you ate and talked about plans. You guys talked about traveling, what you wanted to do in the future, the weird things you found in swellview, anything. He was honestly an easy guy to talk to and you found the time passing by faster than you expected.

Ray hummed after finishing his food, taking a sip of his drink. He put his hands on the table, “So, how do you feel about Captain Man?” He asked you and you dabbed your mouth with your napkin before looking at him strangely. “Who’s Captain Man?” You asked him, taking a sip of your own drink but Ray sat in silence, not answering. You raised your brow, putting your plate to the side before claspin your hands together on the table. Ray cleared his throat, “The superhero, that saves swellview?” He tried to jog a memory for you that wasn’t there.

“There’s a superhero here?”

“Yeah?” Ray responded with a confused laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I don’t live here, so.” You spoke with an equally confused but awkward smile.

“Where are you from?”

“I’m from Virginia.”

Ray covered his mouth a bit, “That’s…all the way across the country.” He spoke quietly, you simply nodded with a giggle. “You came all that way to visit…swellview?” He asked, now even more confused to who you were because not many people try to visit Swellview much. You tilted your head with a scrunched nose, tapping your fingers a bit. “Yeah, a friend said she visited and I wanted to see all the fun stuff myself.” You responded and he smiled along with your explanation, his hand creeping among the table, his fingertips touching yours gently. “Well, I guess I'm lucky you came to my store.” He spoke, his hand slowly leading itself on top of yours, and you let him.

The night unfortunately came to a close and you guys had to part ways for the night. Ray held your hands softly as the two of you stood outside the entrance of Junk N’ Stuff. “This was nice.” You spoke softly, your hands feeling kind of small in his. He nodded, thumbs rubbing the back of your hands, “When do you leave?” He asked about your flight back home to Virginia. You tilted your hand, wondering if you could dodge the unfortunate answer but you couldn’t. You sighed, “Tomorrow afternoon.” You told him, eyes gazing at him and his blue eyes looking right at you still. He breathed out a small ‘oh’ with a gentle smile. “Well, if this is a goodbye… can I?” He began, his breath hitching in his throat, hands slightly tightening around yours. You searched his expression for a moment under the moonlight and decidedly nodded at his offer, closing your eyes slowly.

You felt the press of his lips softly against your cheek before it was whisked away just as quickly as it was placed. Your eyes opened once again to him giving you a goofy smile, “Goodnight, have a safe flight.” He whispered to you, hands slowly letting go of yours but they were still connected. You smiled sadly and walked back, your hands no longer connecting as you turned back to your hotel and walked away. Ray had turned to Junk N’ Stuff, closing up the shop.

The next afternoon Ray decided not to join the teens in the man cave though they wanted to hear every detail about what happened. He was typing nonsensically on the computer, occasionally rubbing his eyes because he didn’t sleep a bit last night. After that night with you he realized, he would probably never see you again.

The bell rang for the shop, but he didn’t lift his head, “Welcome to Junk N’ Stuff.” He spoke clearly though tiredly. A voice chuckled as the footsteps got closer, “Did you even try to sleep last night?” The voice asked him, elbows resting on the counter. Ray sensed familiarity in the voice so he looked up, eyes brightening when he noticed it was you. He stood up quickly, your eyes following as he stood up taller, “I thought you had a flight.” He mumbled and you shrugged with a joyful expression. “I wanted to see some more of Swellview.” You told him but he didn’t buy it, “Really? Some more of the weirdly named stores and laws?” He asked with crossed arms. You held your hands up in surrender, “Okay, maybe a little more.” You admitted, looking at him gently, causing him to chuckle. 

You straightened yourself a bit, “Maybe I stayed so a certain someone could give me a tour instead.” You suggested and he walked around the counter holding out his hand, “Well, then we should get started.” He told you, a bright grin on his features.

[axelsagewrites]

Modern Daemon Headcannons

A/N: My computer deleted this or never saved so sorry its a bit later than expected

Masterlist Here

Daemon is the cool slutty sugar daddy of his family

He is long term friends and business partners with his unrelated defiantly not brother Viserys  making Rhaynera not his actual niece but just his friends daughter

Who he may or may not have started fucking when she turned 24. Whoops

He is rich and he likes it

He eats at expensive restaurants, tips very well, wears designers but never with big labels on the front of it, drives nice cars, and spoils the shit out Rhay and her kids

Within a month of being serious together her and her kids were moving into a new house he bought just so it would be closer to his school

The house is huge and despite Rhae banning him from having normal parties there because of her kids he does host so many family gatherings

Family BBQs, Christmas, fourth of July, Independence Day, thanksgiving, pancake day, other countries independence days. Any excuse to get drunk and invite the Velaryons over

While some find it weird that Daemon is besties with his new wives ex husbands father to him it makes perfect sense as they share similar taste in business and pleasure

Daemon is defiantly the kind of guy to say “kids these days” “in my day” “when I was young”

If it wasn’t for him being rich, his step kids might complain but they know it’s worth it when he just hands over a random credit card

Despite his very outward non caring rich guy persona it comes from a place of wanting to take care of people

He will get uber delivered to any of his friends or family or his wife’s family who is ill

Even the ones he hates *cough Aegon*

He hosts elaborate dinners and celebration and makes sure everyone knows they’re invited and welcome. Even the annoying ones

However, he is also a massive gossip

Part of the reason he throws so many parties is for the what the kids call tea

He likes to sit on the couch and observe his best friends fights with his daughter aged wife, watch his nephews squabble, and listen to the subtle insults tossed between exes

Let me tell you when he discovered reality tv he was amazed and is now obsessed

Initially he retired early and sold his shares in his business with Viserys to relax but quickly was bored

This led to a spree of vacations, tv show binges, and picking up every hobby under the sun for two weeks

The garage is filled with failed hobbies

Sports, woodworking, pool, darts, gaming

He has a whole gaming set up in his garage that he never uses and his step kids use as a mini den

He got so bored and annoyed so many people he decided to finally go back into business but for himself

He runs a very niche business so despite his old business partner tyring to convince him he’d fail its now soaring

He is very cocky about it

He is very cocky in general. Probably the cockiest person you’ve ever met

This man cares about his appearance and is very outgoing and confident

Some call him vain but Daemon knows the truth. He’s just that bitch and nothings gonna stop him

[bookiezzz]

OMORI characters with an animal lover s/o (+ pet owner)

a/n ; so sorry if this is cringe i accidentally deleted it.. twice.. so i kinda rushed at first but hopefully this is okay!!

SUNNY

— Sunny thinks it’s cool how much you know about animals, and how much you care about them!

— If you show him any animal pictures, he’ll be happy and think it’s cool.

— To be 100% honest, he’ll like any animal that makes you happy.

— He’s scared of animals sometimes, though.

— he’s absolutely terrified of dogs bro

— “Hey Sunny, come look at this [insert animal]!”

— cautiously walking toward you

— It’ll definitely take some time for him to get used to any pets you have.

— if you ever ask him to watch them when you go on vacation, or out for the night, or something.

— Sunny will say yes, of course.

— He’s actually kinda nervous

— What if he hurts your beloved fur baby, your child, the only thing you care for as much as you care for him?

— You NEED to explain everything to him.

— He’ll get more comfortable eventually

— Nice to animals A+ for effort

MARI

— “AWWW!!!”

— Mari likes animals too

— She looks like this: 🥹 /hj

— If you know facts about animals

— Please tell her

— please

— It fascinates her so much to hear about them.

— Mari would literally buy you an animal to make you happy.

— she will lmao

— Oh, you have a pet?

— She’s feeding them. She’s walking them. She’s spoiling them.

— “Y/N, [insert animal] is SOO COOL!!” She says with a huge smile

— Will look at animal photos with you all day

— Mari is constantly searching up pictures of your favorites to show you

— very good overall

HERO

— Animals like Hero

— …and Hero like animals, too!!

— He generally likes animals and thinks most of them are cool

— Not bugs though (obviously 😢)

— If you really like a certain animal and get very happy over it, well

— He gets happy too

— He thinks it’s cute now interested you are

— hero marry me &lt;33

— If you have a pet, they’ll become buddies pretty quickly

— He’s gonna clean up after the pet if they’re a messy animal

— Just taking care of your pet overall

— Hero is just really happy that you’re happy’

— he’s really fond of them, too

— He’s so amazing help me

KEL

— “Aw, you like animals?? I like rocks—”

— Animals are cool to Kel!

— He’s not exactly sure if he likes them as much as you do butttt… he really likes them.

— “Y/N!!!! LOOK AT THIS [insert animal] PHOTO!!! Isn’t it cool??? You like it right?”

— He’s so excited whenever he sees you light up about an animal

— If you have a pet, well

— Uh

— It has a new best friend

— Kel is very enthusiastic when he is informed that you do own an animal

— If he’s able to, he will play with your pet for hours

— He can do it by himself, but, you know…

— You can join them <3

— If you will, consider him an animal lover too

— Kel💖💖

AUBREY

— Kinda similar to Sunny

— Aubrey has a 50/50 relationship with animals

— She thinks they’re cool

— Teases you about how much you know about animals

— “Y/N, that’s such a dorky thing to know about [insert animal]…”

— She’s joking of course

— Aubrey thinks it’s cute when you get excited over them

— If you have a pet, well, she’s going to try to be careful around them.

— “You’re leaving me here?? But Y/N, what if I accidentally drop them or something?? Y/N—!”

— Aubrey likes your pet, she’s just a bit nervous

— She’s telling whoever’s willing to hear it how good you are with animals.

— She thinks it’s super cool

— Just putting in effort towards what interests you

— AUBREY I LOVE YOUU AIDJAKHDKEBZ <333

BASIL

— I’m gonna be honest

— Basil used only liked a few animals

— Key word USED

— But then he met you !

— If you get him interested in animals, he’ll eventually get more fond of them

— He will take pictures of animals for you

— If Basil ever sees any animal you like, he’ll take a picture and be so excited to show you later

— “Y/N! I took this picture and i thought you might like it…”

— Please like it

— He’ll be so happy if he makes you happy

— He might be a bit afraid of your pet at first

— But they’ll become friends and they’ll be okay

— He can take pictures of your pet if you want him to!!

— He’ll start liking animals after a while.

— Honestly amazing, Basil. Good job

THE END

PLEASE SEND REQUESTS IN!! :DD

[cheese-anon-real]

New Year's Cheese

2023 has been one wild ride of a year for me Writer content in the latter half of this, below the cut!! do be warned! So. In 2023 I went from Cheese the Anon Asker to Cheese-Anon-Real. I’ve formed what I like to consider my little family, with the Sparda Boys and my fellow anons! Gods below I am so grateful for all of you, you made the last like, 3-4 months of the year so much better. Got sent to Space Jail twice, broke out twice with help Found Kaz again!!! Already touched on the family, but just Met Dante, Nero, and Vergil, absolutely love them to bits(Please be alive over there, Vergil, and not split in 2. Urizen’s cool and all but good god I wanted to shadow your devil hunting so bad when I got free) and Griffon I miss you come back you dumbass ball of feathers where’d you GO- Azuree may not be an anon but gods below, do I love them!! They’re such a sweetie like wth Joker, Fresa, Queen and her daughter Kaylee, and Candy have won my hearts, as my funny little family. You’re all being adopted by me now, face your future hell with me. UwU or smth idfk Am I an UwU-ass bitch or an OwO-ass bitch? Partner says it depends lolol. On what? Who knows. I love them so much too, they’re my world. I’ve had a lot of fun meeting you all, and I hope to hell and back that we keep up these silly little interactions over the next year. I know it hasn’t been perfect, but here’s to a good ‘24 for us all! Thank you for literally existing. I hope the other anons join the official family soon. Happy New Year, @pizzalover8969, @thebestsonofsparda, @thebluerose, @the-thunder-chicken, @azureedoodles, @anonjoker, @bizcochodefresa, @anonymousqueenofrandom, @princessanonofrandom, @therealcandyanon, and finally, @reece-piece-puff

sorry if the @'s is a bad move or I like, piss some of you off with it ;;

Love, Cheese(Roseanna)

P.S. I promise I'll get on writing my lore soon, I just haven't had much time :')

Reminder; Writer Content is Below The Cut. Beware!!!

2023 was even wilder for me than it was for Cheese lmfao.

I finally got into DMC this year, after being drawn in by Gura and the OST in summer of ‘21. On a family vacation, at that! Finally played 5, beat it, beat it again as Vergil. Played 3, beat it with some help from my partner. Started a Vergil run of 3, and started 1, never finished either, because life kinda got crazy Started playing C.O.D??? Somehow?? Never thought I’d play a C.O.D. game but here I am and I like the campaign for the MW2 remake, I suck ass at it but that’s a me problem lmao Got into therapy, finally, actually working on my problems now and really happy about it Went through several Vtuber avatar designs, finally settled on one I like and I’m almost done with it!!! Just gotta struggle through the hair, hand toggles, and the face! Wow!! Went through endless self-discovery, thought I might be trans(I am in fact not trans, I am Fluid! As far as I know. Still working on that. And other things, but one step at a time!! FINALLY reunited with my two best friends. In person. In another state. One of em, I've known since we were 11 and they moved away when we were 13. I had never hung out with them outside of school, and they introduced me to my other best friend, who came up to my state to meet me in late spring of ‘21, hadn’t seen them since. That friend actually paid for the trip themself, because I went through a god-awful breakdown for a solid 2 weeks and tried to. Isolate myself from everyone I love. But thankfully they talked me out of it and got me back into the group, got me going again when I was at probably my second lowest point since I was a preteen. Got oddly close with another friend while I was there, met the majority of my friend group, and now that friend I got close with is EASILY my third best friend! Not third-best, they are also a best friend and I love them so much?? We hyperfixate on like, all the same things. Dragged them into loving Ghost(band) and they’re dragging me into Scott Pilgrim! Woohoo, here we go! Left my friend group like a month ago because one of them is uh. Not. the best? But only sometimes. They don’t have bad intentions and they’re not outright toxic I don’t think, but I uh. Got kinda sick of their sense of humor. Not always funny, kinda mean to a certain other member. Not always though. But like we can work on it when I go back its fiiiiiiine! Learned communication to a degree, holy shit I hate talking about my problems, oh my god please I don’t need help I’m just a burden anyway(I’m working on it, don’t come at me with support I’ll get there with my family and friends eventually. Not attention-seeking here, I’m building my support group as I go.) Had 13 house emergencies!!!! Will list them! Woo! 1 - water heater leak 2 - gas leak 3 - roof leak again(we had a roof leak in ‘22) 4 - house flood 2 electric boogaloo(house flooded like a week after my partner moved in, in ‘22, before I arrived) 5 - flood 3 6 - roof leak 3 7 - roof leak 4 8 - heater died 9 - bathroom door handle fell off the door for literally no reason 10 - house flood 4 11 - roof leak 5 12 - house flood 5 House Flood 5 caused us to get renovations in the organized housing, and after that, they just straight up moved us to a new house. We had 8 fffffffucking days to get the hell out of our house and into the new one. Like, they actually put the time constraint on us. So funny of them! AND THEN THE NEW ONE DIDN’T HAVE SHUT-OFF VALVES FOR EITHER OF THE HOSE SPIGOTS AND WE HAD TO GET THAT HANDLED BUT THEY DIDN’T HANDLE IT. HELP. BROTHER WE ARE TRYING TO FOLLOW THE RULES. WHY ARE YOU FORBIDDING US. so. 13 - no shut off-valves(technically an ‘emergency’ bc the pipes could freeze and then burst) Got summoned for Jury Duty in my parents’ state! IN THE TIME WHERE WE WEREN’T CERTAIN WHEN THE CONTRACTORS WERE COMING. OR IF WE WOULD BE IN THE SAME HOUSE NEXT WEEK. JESUS CHRIST. But, did also get to go on another family vacation. We got to watch the Perseids! I saw a possum there. Literally loved that so much.

Also got SUUUUPER into Ghost(band) in the last like 3 weeks and I'm head over heels for 99% of their songs that I've listened to?? Hell yeah.

It’s been an intense year of ups and downs, but I’m really determined to turn my life around for the better, now. I’m gonna put my all into actually improving my health, both physical and mental/emotional. I didn’t want that to be like, a new year resolution, it just kinda lined up with the new year.

[oneprotagonistshort]

WIP whenever

I saw someone do a WIP Wednesday a day late so even though I wasn't tagged I'm taking that as tacit permission to do a WIP whenever for both of my primary WIPs

First, from the Dirk Gently WIP (working title: Feel The Earth Move, also known as the Forces Unseen sequel) here's some Adrienne backstory:

Dirk had seen her use her abilities before; obviously he’d been there when she’d incinerated Rowen, and she'd been more open with them in the aftermath. It was still startling when she’d light a grill or get a fireplace roaring with nothing more than a thought, but it wasn’t anything new.

Everything Adrienne had shown him in the past four years seemed like a party trick in comparison to the beautiful display of pyrokinesis she was showing him now. It wasn’t obvious at first glance, but as Dirk watched the fire rotate in her hands he could see that it was shot through with a shimmering rose gold light. It wasn’t just fire, it was art. He’d never seen anything like it.

“The others like me,” Adrienne said, “they’re not quite the same. I can do this–” she twirled her finger like she was stirring a drink, and the fireball spun like an ice cube in a glass, “–but those I’ve met have other gifts. I have a friend who can convince a lump of copper that it wants to be a bracelet without even touching it.” She tilted her head at the ring she’d taken off. “I accidentally melted the first one he gave me, which had never happened to my jewelry before. Our abilities interact in ways no one understands.”

Dirk swallowed hard. Adrienne had always been rather mysterious, and he couldn’t imagine she’d be sharing all of this with him under normal circumstances. At best, he’d thought she might one day give him a clue as to how old she actually was, but this new information was so much more than that. She was placing a great deal of trust in him, and all he could do was try not to screw it up. He watched the flames twirl, and let her continue.

“The people I’ve met are like me, but with metals or plants or water. We know genetics are somehow involved, so it’s possible Rowen and I have a commonality somewhere in our lineage. I was suddenly aware of how much I didn’t know, and I wanted to try to understand. I started with her.”

“Is that why you brought us here?” Dirk asked. He would have thought Adrienne would just call it a case without the pretense of a vacation, but maybe she had her reasons.

She clapped her hands together like she was dusting them off, and the fire extinguished itself. There was no indication that it had ever even existed.

“Honestly, no,” Adrienne said, carefully sliding her ring back on. “I thought you and Todd might enjoy the trip. You’re very sweet together, you know. I assumed we would look at what I found, but it wasn’t the reason for the invitation.” She looked over her shoulder to where the empty safe hung open. “It’s not even possible now, everything I had was in there.”

“Ah, so there is a case,” Dirk said. The universe had carried him across the country yet again, so he let the stream of creation sweep him up. He’d learned long ago that if he tried to swim against the current, he’d drown. 

“It would appear so.”

[no1frogfan]

Endings and beginnings, part 1

Tsukishima Kei x gn reader

Series synopsis: By all accounts, you’re happy. Five years out of college, your freelance art career is finally picking up and you’re able live comfortably between projects by bartending on the weekends. You’re surrounded by long-time friends and things are starting to get serious with your boyfriend. The cracks begin to form in the life you’re building when you hear from a mutual friend that Tsukishima is getting divorced. Tsukishima Kei, a person you used to consider one of your best friends, but whom you’ve spoken to only a handful of times since high school. You reach out to him for the first time in almost a decade, offering support to a friend you were once close to. As you gradually help him heal from his marriage, your old crush on him begins to resurface.

Chapter word count: ~1.2k

Chapter tags & warnings: mention of divorce and emotionally abusive relationship, alcohol (tiny bit)

Series masterlist part 2 >

1. The end

One minute, you’re chatting with Emika about her recent vacation to Seoul. It was freezing, she said, but the colors of Gyeongbokgung looked particularly vibrant underneath a thin blanket of snow, and Gwanghwamun was especially imposing towering over the silent white plaza. Knowing Emika though, you know she had one goal and one goal only: to eat her way around the city. She stuffed her face with gimbap and soondae, reveled in spicy tteokbokki and savory jjigae, and made a concerted effort to sample some of the dozens of different varieties of kimchi.

“You have to come with me next time,” she urges, “Seiji was such a drag.” You bite your tongue. It’s well-known that her fiance is a picky eater, so it’s no surprise to anyone (except Emika, apparently) that he wasn’t as enthusiastic about all the foods she wanted to try. “We should go in the summer next time! I want to sample all the different summer dishes!” Your mouth waters as you conjure up images of naengmyeon and gejang and you squeal in anticipation. The conversation drifts from Seoul, to food, to other developments in your lives, to Emika - the more social of the two of you by a long shot - updating you on your mutual friends.

“Wow, so Tsukishima got new job in Tokyo? Does that mean Natsumi is moving here with him too?”

“Wait, did I not tell you? They’re separated… I think they might be getting divorced soon.”

One minute, you’re lazily splayed out in a sunbeam on your couch, and the next minute you’re sitting bolt upright, eyes wide in shock.

“What? Oh my god. WHAT?! When?!”

Emika pauses to think. “I guess it’s been 3 or 4 months now, although the relationship has apparently been on the rocks for a long time.” She hesitates before continuing in a whisper, “He got a little too drunk at Tetsuya’s wedding a few months ago and spilled to me. I guess he’d been trying to work on their marriage for a while and then one day she just up and left. It was a huge shock to learn about what had been going on too… You only met her once, right?”

“I think so?”

“I met her a few times at parties and weddings and things like that. She seemed nice enough, but he confided that in private she was always putting him down, telling him he was selfish, clingy, incompetent, and how she didn’t want to bring him to her work parties because he’d just drag her down…”

“Seriously?! What the fuck!” You’re on your feet now. “Tsukishima’s not any of those things! He might be a sarcastic little shit, but that’s about it…”

That earns a dubious huff from Emika. “Hasn’t it been like 10 years since you’ve been close with him?”

You falter a little. Has it really been that long? When was the last time you even spoke to him? Probably at a party at Emika’s years ago actually. You hadn’t known about Natsumi at all until you met her briefly at a mutual friend’s wedding shortly after college, and at that point they were already engaged. You didn’t find out about their wedding until Yamaguchi posted about it on Instagram.

“That’s true…but I hear about him all the time from you and from our volleyball friends. I’m sure if everyone else is friends with him still then he’s just as nice as I remember.”

The line is quiet for a minute. “Hey, do you have his number by any chance? I feel like I should reach out.”

“Yea I do, but do not tell him I said anything about Natsumi!”

“Oh my god, Emika! I would never do that! I’ll just tell him you mentioned his new job to me.”

The conversation drifts again to Emika’s current office drama, though you’re only half paying attention.

She texts you right away after the two of you get off the phone. Here’s his number! Same one from hs

You type out and erase probably a dozen different texts. You and Tsukishima were close in middle and high school - the two of you and Yamaguchi were basically inseparable. You still talk to Yamaguchi pretty regularly, but you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve interacted with Tsukishima since graduation. It’s not like there was any big fight, at least, not that you remember. It’s more that you naturally grew apart, and being at different colleges didn't help. But this is a difficult time in his life and you want to be there for him. The fond memories of your friendship unearthed an odd sense of protectiveness you didn’t know you had.

You finally settle on something neutral. Hey Tsukishima! Long time no chat! I was just talking to Emika and heard you’re moving down here for a new job. Congrats! You second guess yourself as soon as you hit send. Is it too obvious? Does he even want to hear from you?

Pushing that thought away, you take a sip of wine and start washing vegetables for dinner. Maybe he’ll respond in a few hours.

Not even a minute later, the phone pings and you rush to dry your hands.

Tsukishima: Good to hear from you. Yes, I’m moving to Tokyo. They’re starting a youth paleontology program at the National Museum of Nature and Science and asked me to manage it

Just like Tsukishima, you’ve never changed your number. So you shouldn’t be surprised that he knows it’s you, but you’re touched all the same to still be saved in his contacts.

You: Oh wow, that sounds like a huge deal! What are you going to be doing mostly?

T: They want me to build the program from scratch, design the exhibits, set up activities, stuff like that

Y: Cool! Is it long-term or just for this project? Am I asking too many questions?

T: You are being kind of annoying 😩

T: Kidding. I’ll be there long-term. After setting up the program, they want me to manage the hiring and training, and then there are some other exhibits they want to build up alongside this one

Y: 🙄 🖕

Y: Well it sounds exciting! I hope you enjoy it! I’m sure you have friends and colleagues who are helping you already with the move and stuff, but a good friend of mine works at that museum. I’m sure he’d be happy to chat if you have any questions about it

T: Thanks. I’m still getting my bearings on the whole thing tbh, but I’d love to talk to him

Y: Ofc! I’m sure he’ll be ok with it, but let me just check with him before I give you his number

After a few minutes, you get the green light and send Tsukishima your friend’s number. Even if he doesn’t have any questions now, issues with museum administrators and other day-to-day things will surely crop up once he starts working there, so it won’t hurt to already have an acquaintance to show you the ropes.

A satisfied grin spreads across your face. The wine must be working quickly on your empty stomach because you feel downright giddy as you go back to making dinner.

[anxiouspotatorants]

Maura and Daniel fic ideas because I’m going through brainrot and I need y’all to give me more fics of them:

Season 2 AU (?) where the space setting is another simulation but only Maura knows. As in everyone else has a new script they’re convinced is their life. Including Daniel. And now it’s Maura’s turn to help him remember, all the while dealing with grief over knowing what she’d made herself forget for so long.

AU where everything is fine actually. Daniel and Maura go fishing with Elliot and have date nights and sick days and gossip about all their cooky coworkers and who’s dating who (like what is going on with that French trio?). Life is still life, but theirs is as close to that wonderful moment that Maura wishes could last forever as possible.

Fantasy/Sleeping Beauty AU where Ciaran has put Maura under a sleeping spell or she put herself under one after the death of Elliot and now Daniel has to find her and wake her up.

Season 2 AU (?) where 2099 is real and everyone immediately finds Daniel and him and Maura have to figure out what they are to each other after everything and guess what they still love each other and are still in love they just need some time to grieve their child both individually and together and get comfortable with being together as the people they’ve become.

Normal AU without any sci fi plot twists where everyone on the Kerberos live in the same small town/neighbourhood. Either Maura and Daniel meet and fall in love or they’re already together and just have a lovely life while also getting to know and love everyone around them. I’m talking Elliot and Ada being forced to hang out because they’re the only kids around. Ling Yi and Olek are international students and the sparks are flying. Eyk is their sweet but tortured neighbour who just started therapy and gets invited to dinner at the Franklin/Solaces more than once a week.

An in depth fic depicting everything from when Maura and Daniel first met until they had Elliot. Cute crushes, awkward flirting, moving in together, how they dealt with the in-laws etc.

Total angst AU where both Maura is Ciaran and Daniel is an AI copy of his dead self. Maura can’t face who she became in order to escape her grief. Daniel can’t accept that he’s the digital spectre of his dead human self. A complete tragedy. I’m ready to cry.

Gothic romance AU. It’s the late 1800s and Maura is moving to a small town that has grown desperate enough to request a female doctor for their hospital/asylum. There are a lot of tortured souls in town and Maura keeps feeling like this place is familiar. Also there’s this guy dressed in black named Daniel who always stares at her like he’s about to break down. She gets caught up in a mystery and ends up solving the one of her own disappearance because she was so distraught at the death of her and Daniel’s son that she got memory loss and moved away, losing years of her life. Also please give this a bittersweet ending where she gets time to grieve Elliot but ultimately decides to live a life again with her husband and all her new friends and found family.

Vampire AU where instead of sci-fi solutions Maura turned Elliot into a vampire to save him. She also turned Daniel and herself, but somewhere in her own transformation she was compelled to forget her human life by the vampire that she got to turn them all (Ciaran? Henry?). So now Daniel and Elliot are following Maura onto a ship to New York to get her back, all the while trying not to get found out or kill the other passengers out of bloodthirst.

Modern cruise comedy AU. All the passengers are there on vacation and meet and interact. Maura is there with her husband and child and meet all these wacky people. They practically adopt Eyk who lets Elliot hang out in the bridge. They get caught between an arguing French trio and a blossoming romance between a tourist from Hong Kong and a Polish crew-member in the buffet line. Some tense Danish people keep setting their youngest child up on playdates with Elliot. Maura has to comfort the Danish boy when he gets caught up in a love triangle with a Spaniard and a Portuguese guy. Daniel somehow finds himself comforting the Portuguese guy. Elliot and Ángel just play Nintendo games together.