#we haven't had the chance to just talk in ages and we ended up sitting more than dancing.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Some plans fell through due to the flu so now I'm stuck at home thinking about the things Aether and Dew did in the two days before they went to go see Omega.

[joelscruff]

you know i don't mean it (joel miller x reader) 18+

welcome to my 300 follower celebration! \o/ i polled my followers on which character they'd most like to see in some new smut and joel won (not surprised). this was supposed to be a drabble but ended up getting a bit longer than i anticipated, hope you enjoy! summary: you and joel get off together. that's pretty much it. you also have some unresolved feelings for him and he's being closed off. rating: 18+ explicit (mdni) warnings: smut, age gap (reader is mid 20s, joel is mid 50s), praise kink (the term 'good girl' is used maybe 432534 times), dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics (but make it soft), mutual masturbation, come-play, come-eating, this is filthy word count: about 2.5k | ao3 link

"This is the last time," he mutters under his breath, belt buckle jangling as he lays down across from you, "We can't keep doin' this."

"Yeah, yeah," your hand is already buried in your panties, index finger lightly rotating against your clit, "That's what you said last week too."

He grunts and you watch as he slips his hand inside his jeans and palms himself, squaring his shoulders and trying to relax. He pretends he's doing this for your benefit, like its you who needs help getting off, as if he's not a middle aged man who hasn't been touched by a woman in years. And it's not like you haven't offered, you've genuinely tried to give yourself to him more than a few times, but it's simply a line he won't cross.

Other lines, however, are much easier to cross. It had started out relatively innocent, something that had happened completely by chance, or at least you both led yourselves to believe it was. You'd both had the same idea one night and had ended up getting off together in the same room, you in the chair beside the fireplace of the abandoned ski lodge you'd both been posted in, him on the couch.

"Are you -" he'd gasped into the darkness when he'd heard the wet sound of your fingers a few feet away, plunging in and out of yourself at a steady rhythm.

"Like you're not," you'd hissed back, "I'm not deaf."

"Thought you were sleepin'," he'd muttered, hand stilling on his cock where seconds ago he'd been stroking like his life depended on it.

"And that makes it less weird?"

He'd groaned, releasing himself and sitting up to squint at you in the darkness, "So what are you gonna do about it?"

You glared at him, not bothering to remove your hand from your underwear as you continued to finger yourself, breathing deeply, "I'm not gonna do anything about it, Joel. I'm gonna keep going. And you can stay here or you can go, doesn't matter to me."

After a few seconds of silence, he'd flopped himself back down on the couch and reached for himself again, fucking into his fist, "No talking," he said through his teeth, "Let's just do it and forget it even happened, deal?"

"Deal," you'd replied, and roughly added a third finger as you watched the dark silhouette of him jacking himself off barely six feet away from you.

One night turned into two, turned into five, and now ten. It wasn't every night, only when you were on patrol together. You'd privately asked Tommy to make sure that Joel was your patrol partner as often as possible, because you felt "safer" with him... you're not sure if he'd really believed you.

You're back in the ski lodge again tonight, both of you situated on the couch in your usual positions, on opposite ends and facing each other. It's ridiculous how quickly it's taken you both to get used to these sessions, the casual feeling of it making it even hotter somehow.

"How many fingers are you using this time?" Joel murmurs, eyeing you where you're touching yourself, unable to fully see what he'd like to.

"Up to you," you breathe, still prodding your clit, "How many do you want me to use?"

"Three," he replies, and you watch as he pulls his cock free from the confines of his jeans, jutting large and solid against his stomach, "Real slow, then real fast."

You nod, lifting your hips up to pull your panties free and expose yourself to him, legs wide.

"Stick to my rhythm," he tells you, watching as you trail your middle finger through your folds, "If I stop, you stop. If I tell you to stop-"

"I stop," you answer for him, throwing him a smug smile, "Same rules as always."

He stares at you without speaking, just waiting. You get the hint and begin to slide your finger inside slowly, making eye contact with him under your lashes and smiling languidly. He fists himself just as slow, looking down at your finger and licking his lips.

"Slow enough for you?" you whisper, adding a second and grinning when his eyes darken, "Should I go a bit faster?"

"Not yet," he whispers, thumbing the head of his cock and fucking into his hand at the same pace as your finger, "Keep it nice and slow for me 'til I say so."

You obey, fucking yourself with your middle and ring finger at the slowest pace you can muster. No matter how annoying his orders are you always do as you're told, not because you're afraid of any sort of consequence, but because you like seeing him enjoy himself, seeing him take control. You've only known him for about six months but you've known for a while that he's been lacking any sort of control in his life for a long time; you're glad to be the one who can give it to him.

"Add your third," he whispers and you oblige, slipping your index inside yourself alongside the others, "Good girl," he breathes, "Such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

You nod, your smugness immediately starting to fade. When he talks to you like this, praises you, it's impossible to keep your hard exterior up for much longer, feeling yourself submit to him. In any other circumstance you love to challenge him, to argue, but in these moments it's the last thing on your mind. You do as you're told, and that's the end of it. He needs control, you need submission.

"Tell me," he whispers.

"I'm your good girl," you breathe, shivering and continuing to shove your fingers in and out at his pace.

He smirks, "Yeah you are."

You continue to fuck yourself at his painfully slow pace, watching him fist his cock at the same speed. He likes to tease you, to build you up until you're begging for it. You thumb your clit and start to whimper, legs trembling.

"Okay, faster now," he tells you, voice low and sultry, "Not too fast, though. Watch me," he tugs at his cock at a bit quicker of a pace, still much too slow for you but you can't do much else but obey him, mirroring him with the thrust of your fingers, "That's it, like that."

After several more thrusts he suddenly stops stroking himself, stilling in his palm. You groan, halting your movements, following the rules.

"How is it that you follow orders so God damn well when you've got your panties around your ankles?" he asks, voice rough, "Yet when we're actually patrollin' you don't listen to a word I say?"

"I'm not your good girl when we're patrolling," you reply with a teasing smile, "But I could be, you know."

He rolls his eyes, "Enough, it's not happening," he nods to your hand, still motionless at your core, "Play with your clit for a second, give me a chance to breathe."

There it is, the line he won't cross. You've already told him that you're willing to give yourself completely over to him, be exactly who he needs, but no matter how many times you try he just won't budge. It's disappointing, truly, because you really do like him. Sure, he's a bit of an ass, plus he's about thirty years older than you, but you've seen the side of him he doesn't show to others. Maybe only hints, but you've seen it. And you care about him.

"I don't do this with anyone else, you know," you whisper, pressing your index finger against your clit and rubbing small circles into it, "You're the only one I'd let treat me the way you do."

He looks at you curiously, raising an eyebrow, "I treat you good, don't I?"

You nod, whimpering a bit as you rub yourself harder, "You do, but you're the only one I'd ever submit to like this, you know that, right?"

He hums, brushes the wide head of his cock with the tip of his thumb, "I know, baby. But it feels so good, doesn't it? You like being my good girl, don't you?"

You bite down on your lip, core aching as your fingers lay still against your folds, save for the index that continues to furiously stimulate your clit, "I do," you whisper, cheeks warming, "I fucking love it."

"There you go," he murmurs softly, then begins to move his fist again, "Use your fingers again, baby, get your pussy all full for me."

You don't need telling twice, your three fingers plunging deep inside yourself without any hesitation. You whimper when your fingertips brush against your favorite spot, so close yet so far. You eye Joel's cock and try to imagine what it would feel like for it to really be inside you, the fat tip of it pounding relentlessly against the deepest parts of your cunt, his girth stretching you out so much your whole body would be shaking. You feel your mouth drop open involuntarily, brow furrowing.

He follows your gaze and frowns at you, pumping himself a bit faster, "You can't have it," he whispers, like he can read your mind, "I know you want it, pretty girl, but you can't. I'm sorry."

"Why?" you mewl, sounding absolutely pathetic as you keep fucking yourself, "I want it so bad, Joel."

"I know you do," he closes his eyes and leans his head back, "Don't ask me why, you just can't."

You'd pout, tease him a little, but he's not looking at you anymore and it physically makes you ache, the way he avoids any allusion to actual sex, an actual relationship. You've asked him so many times and it's always the same answer, never a real reason. You wish you knew why, wish you knew if there was anything at all you could do to make him open up to you.

Instead you mirror his position, tilting your head back against the arm of the sofa and fucking up into yourself, listening to his labored breathing and the slap of skin whenever his fist hits his belly.

"Fast as you can now, baby," he mutters gruffly, close to the edge, "Need you to come for me, need you to be good."

"I'm always good for you, aren't I?" you whimper, opening your eyes to peer at him again, "I always listen, I never break your rules."

"That's right."

"So why can't you fuck me?" you sit up suddenly, yanking your fingers out of yourself and looking at him angrily. He sits up just as quickly, eyes narrowing as he releases his cock and stares at you, "I'm serious, Joel. I want an actual answer."

"You just broke a rule," he mutters and you sigh exasperatedly.

"I'm sorry for breaking the rules," you genuinely mean it; you know how important this control is for him, but you can't help it, "I'll submit again if you just tell me why you won't fuck me. Do you...do you not want me? Is that it? 'Cause I can accept that, I just want to hear you say it. I'm sick of not knowing."

He stares at you incredulously, hand coming up to squeeze the space between his brow and nose, "Jesus, of course I want you, but it's not that simple."

"Yes it-"

"It's not," he interrupts you, shaking his head, "I can't...this isn't..." he exhales deeply, "This isn't the time for this conversation, okay?" You hear raw emotion in his voice, buried deep but still present. Fuck, you didn't mean to make him feel bad.

"...Okay," you finally whisper, "I'm sorry."

"S'okay," he runs a hand through his hair, "Look, we can stop-"

"No," you lean back and open your legs wide again, putting yourself on display for him, "No, I wanna be your good girl again, please let me."

"We don't-"

"Joel," you whimper, slipping your fingers back inside, "Let me be your good girl."

His hard expression fades, eyes softening as he peers at you, watching you fuck himself for him.

"It's all yours, even if you won't touch me," you whisper, using your other hand to pull yourself open for him, showing him how full you are, feeling your orgasm start to build in your tummy, "It's yours," you repeat, whimpering.

He nods, stroking himself again hard and fast, brow furrowing in pleasure as he keeps his eyes trained on you, "That's right," he murmurs, "It's mine. You're mine."

You close your eyes tight, "I'm gonna come."

"Go ahead, pretty girl," you hear him groan, the snap of his wrist making you completely come undone, "Squeeze around those fingers, pretend they're mine, okay? You can do that, you can pretend."

You shudder at his words and feel your orgasm overtake you, the image of Joel's thick fingers pounding into you enough to send you over the edge. You moan loudly, crying out his name and tossing your head back as you come.

"Good girl," he groans, voice strangled, "Such a good fucking girl for me."

You close your eyes as you ride out the waves of your release, fingers still pumping gently inside of you until it's too much and you pull them out. Sighing contentedly, you open your eyes again and watch Joel relentlessly fuck into his fist, belt buckle still jangling against the couch as he gasps. You want nothing more than to reach forward and take him in your own hand, help him ride out his own release, but you don't. Because those are the rules.

Instead you just watch him, smile at him as he shuts his eyes tight and groans deeply, coming into his fist. You watch the thick white liquid cover the sides of his fingers and you involuntarily salivate, jaw going slack.

"Fuck," you breathe, "Wish I could taste you."

He groans again, hand stilling as he breathes heavily and starts to come down, eyes closed. You sit quietly, panties still hanging off one of your ankles. You'd usually already be putting your clothes back on at this point, but something tells you to stay still, don't move, he's gonna do something different.

He swallows and looks up at you, stares at you for a few moments. You're unsure whether the regular Joel is about to come back, tell you it's time to go back on patrol, grab your gun and be quiet. Or is this still your Joel, the one who tells you you're pretty and good, makes you feel less alone in this shitty world.

"Here," he says, shaking his head and bringing his come-coated fingers up to your mouth, "If you wanna taste, you have five seconds."

Your mouth pops open in surprise, hesitating only for a second before you lean forward and wrap your lips around his fingers, feeling the salty taste of him flood your mouth. Your cunt begins to throb again, your eyes closing as you suck and lick and take everything he's giving you. When you open your eyes again he's still looking at you, but his expression is soft, tender.

"Good girl," he murmurs.

this is now a series, and other parts can be found on my masterlist.

[iouinotes]

All for you | Carl Gallagher

pairing: Carl Gallagher x female!reader

show: Shameless

warnings: angst, fluff, smut (the reader and Carl are 18 years old in this ff)

summary: Carl is challenged that he can get your money, if he makes you fall in love with him. He loves the challenge until he loves something else more...

authors note: sorry for so many pov switched, I didnt notice it, when I first wrote this ff. Also I haven't had the chance to watch all the seasons yet, but I still hope that Carl's character is somewhat accurate :))

Carl's pov

"Frank, goddamit youre no help! Why are you even lying around here - oh forget it, I don't want to hear it." Fiona's voice echoes in the room, while the entire Gallagher household is present.

The everyday discussion has been going on for too many minutes in which I could have done something better. The damn question “How do we get enough money?”

Lip at college, Ian with his gangster boyfriend, my shitty sister with her kid and then Liam. This family is screwed. No wonder with a father like Frank.

As the argument continues to escalate, I have the misfortune of sitting right next to him.

"You care to share some money, son?" Of course, my attempts to ignore him are unsuccessful.

"The drug trade doesn't always work out so well, but the weapon thing was something. You could give one to your good old dad, you know what the neighborhood is like." I run my hands through my hair in frustration, shaking my head.

"Just get one or two girls pregnant at school, then all of our problems are solved. But she has to be rich. After all, you want to get your hard work paid." Why the hell am I still here?

"You used to be more enthusiastic about my ideas. If you don't want to do play daddy, then use your charm. When I was your age, my cock was enough and the girls were happy."

"Be fucking quiet, no one wants to hear about your pathetic youth." It's no use, he keeps talking.

"I'm only saying, If you make a rich girl fall in love with you, then you can get money to do something nice for your family."

As I get up and walk away from him I take a breath, the tension caused by this idiot sucks.

Still, his words got me thinking. Maybe there's a new girl who would be perfect for this job...

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Your pov

When I moved here, I wasn't sure what to expect. New school, maybe mean classmates and bad cafeteria food. That I might be able to join a group and make friends, people who laugh with me in class or go to the cinema together on weekends.

I was prepared to get lost in the hallways a few times, perhaps to be peppered with embarrassing questions by the teachers. I had even prepared myself for being called a nerd again and therefore spending my lunch breaks alone.

Then things turned out differently. I met two girls who, although they scared me at first with their need to gossip all the time, are good people at heart.

They studied with me (meaning they told me the newest gossip and braided my hair while I did our homework), showed me the city and its pitfalls. I felt comfortable, prepared and confident for what awaited me here.

Oh lord, was I wrong.

On a Thursday in the middle of the week I met a boy who messed everything up. Literally.

I met him when he was running through the halls twenty minutes late, but stupidly didn't pay attention to me, who was about to cross his path. Let's put it this way, it ended with my books on the floor, my jacket hanging off my shoulder, and his hair being a huge mess.

When he looked at me, I expected to hear something like "sorry" or "I'll help you."

You want to know what he said?

"Cute top. Let me know if you need help taking it off."

Then he got up casually and walked into the classroom across the hallway, a grin on his face as if he had won the Bachelor title.

After this encounter two things became very clear to me. 1. Look both ways when crossing the halls and 2. Stop daydreaming about this boy, even if he has beautiful blue eyes.

The first thing worked better than the second.

After a few descriptions, which actually only consisted of "incredibly impudent and incredibly good-looking", it was explained to me who I was dealing with.

Carl Gallagher. A boy who has lived here since he was born, someone who is rumoured to be more dangerous than the Italian Mafia.

Even though I thought that was exaggerated, I quickly realized that I should stay away from him and that he meant trouble.

Aside from the fact that I wasn't going to be in the situation of talking to him again anyway, my eyes couldn't stop themselves from looking at him.

There was something that defined him, something that made me want to watch a grin creep across his face when he made an inappropriate joke, how he would push his blonde hair back and his eyes would shine mischievously, as if he had already planned the next bank robbery.

I wasn't the only one who found his charisma attractive tho, of course not when he looked like one of God's angels, but he never really seemed interested in other girls. At least not with any serious intent, you might hear him flirting or making comments about his free bed, but you would never saw him in a relationship.

He never held hands or kissed anyone, had a real smile on his face or said sweet things, he was just Carl.

Suggestive, hot-tempered and like a flag that proclaimed: Stay away from me, because you will lose this fight.

I also felt that if I continued to watch him, I would lose the battle for platonic feelings towards him too.

"Please don't tell me you're looking at our school bad boy again. You better be careful, he might want to sell you a gun." Kenzie's voice makes me sigh.

"These are just rumors. Besides, it's not my fault, he's just -" Her hand on my shoulder interrupts me.

"We know, you have heart eyes every time you talk about him. There are so many great guys in this world, I'm not saying at this school, but you choose this one?" Her look says more than a thousand words as she looks over at Carl, who is pushing his way trough the crowd.

"I'm not in love, just curious. Those are two different things, okay?" Her eyebrows raise.

"You mean, curious how his lips would feel on yours?" Her laughter at my expression is lost in the sounds of the cafeteria.

"Very funny." I murmur to her, food forgotten on my plate. When the school bell rings, I stand up and pick up my backpack.

"My class is canceled now, but I'm going to the library. Will you meet me later?" As I walk backwards I see her thumbs up and the hearts she makes in Carl's direction. My reaction is two quick middle fingers.

As I walk out of the school building, I check my phone and tie my hair into a braid. The library is a few blocks away and the cool air makes me shiver.

When I get there and wave to the boy at the entrance, I turn to my favorite department. Call it cliche, but I love romance books. I mean, I don't know what it feels like to love someone with all my heart, but that doesn't mean I don't love reading about it.

The books I actually need are a few rows away. History, literature, everything I am assigned to get for school.

As I stroke over a few tapes and finally pull out a book to read the first few pages, I hear a noise next to me that makes me look up. After all, the library is usually a pretty quiet place.

As I look into the familiar blue eyes, I feel my cheeks turn red.

I have to stop myself from staring.

"Always a book in your hand, I see." Oh his voice hasn't changed. I try to shrug casually as I answer, but I'm not sure if it actually works.

"Aren't you going to be late for class again?" At my sarcasm he smiles, he takes a step in my direction which weakens my control over my voice.

"I thought I would learn something somewhere else too." These coded words make me swallow.

"So, you're here often?" I almost think he's not answering me, but maybe I'm just not concentrating, because I'm paying too much attention to every mole on his face.

"Actually, I didn't even know this shitty town had a library." His words make me laugh, but several requests to be quiet around us, make me whisper in response.

"Then why are you here?" I think my breathing stops as his hand brushes my fingers that are still holding the book.

"You're here." I feel my heart beating nervously faster, I probably look pretty confused and when I notice his grin, something flutters in my chest.

"No interest in books, huh?" Can my answer actually be any lamer?

"Dont worry, I have a newfound interest in you."

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Your pov

If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I would become friends with Carl Gallagher, I would have found the idea absolutely crazy. To be honest, I still find the situation insane, but damn my cheeks still turn just as red when he's with me as they did the first time.

It turns out that he really has no interest in books, even though he visited me at the library almost every day since we met in the romance department.

I've never met anyone like him, funny and couragous without any reserve, always looking for trouble, acting self-confident. But also sweet.

He's like a current that pulls you along, like a wind that blows so hard that you fly with it. He feels like freedom and it is wonderful.

He makes me laugh, he carries my books, plays with my hair, walks home with me. In such a short time I feel like he didn't knock on the doors to my heart, instead he made a home there.

Maybe this is what it feels like to fall in love.

It's not a gentle announcement, more of a realization that makes you incredibly desperate and happy at the same time.

But with him I actually just feel happy.

"Ready, sunshine?" As soon as I come out of the classroom, he comes towards me and takes my bag from me. My heart jumps at his gesture, which feels like winning the Olympics.

"You're crazy, where do you even want to go?" He has something planned but won't tell me. When he puts his arm around my shoulder and I lean against him, I get a few sideways glances from our classmates.

Carl ignores everyone like always, it's crazy but the way he's so confident is pretty attractive to me.

"Does the guy in your cheesy books also tell you where they go on dates? I bet not, so just wait."

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"It feels like you're kidnapping me."

I feel his smile on my back and have to giggle quietly at his response.

"Mh, I plan to do that. But only for a few hours, otherwise my head will roll tomorrow. Your father takes your curfew pretty seriously."

I feel his hands on my hips, guiding me forward, hear the birds chirping around us, but can't figure out where we're going.

"Just a few more steps, baby. Then you'll see." As he promised, it is only a few meters away and when I see a small, calm lake, my mouth falls open in surprise.

"Carl, oh my God! It's wonderful here, thank you so much." I turn around in his grip and look at him, his smile reflects the love that I feel.

"Yeah? How much do you like it?" As his eyes focus on my lips, I feel a tingling feeling in my stomach. Slowly, my fingers stroke his chest and I see him swallow, even though he tries to hide it.

"I think it's incredibly beautiful here, I love it. And...I really like you." I shyly lower my gaze, my words are met with an unknown silence that makes me anxious after a few seconds. But when I look up at him again, he pushes a strand of my hair out of my face.

"To me, you are much more beautiful than this sight. I like you too and I thought that was pretty obvious." I smile broadly, butterflies fly around in my stomach and as the sun illuminates his face, I feel incredibly happy.

"You're so nice to me, I don't know how I deserve this." An expression crosses his face, but when I blink he smiles at me again.

"After all, you are the first person who explained the topics for the history exam to me, without giving up." My hand cups his cheek.

"I wouldn't give you up, you've become too important to me." As I stand on my tiptoes, our lips brush, his hand is on my back and pushes me closer to him.

"You are an angel." With his words we kiss and everything else around us blurs, only he remains. Everything is unimportant except him, standing in front of me, so handsome, that it is difficult not to look at him.

"Come on, let's go for a swim." As he pulls me towards the lake, you can hear our loud laughter in the air.

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Carl's pov

"When are you going to collect the money? You've been with her for the last three months and nothing has come of it." Frank's annoying voice frustrates me more than anything else.

"I am working on it. Besides, she's actually really caring." When I see the dismissive hand gesture in my direction, I roll my eyes.

"You are completely wrong, son. A person is there for a certain period of time, but money? Money accompanies you throughout your life, especially if you buy beautiful bottles of the best alcohol."

I sink into the sofa, but want to turn away when I feel his hand on my shoulder.

"If you put it off any longer, it will be harder to get out of the situation. Girls your age will start planning to get married, if you stay with them for months."

But when he leaves, I feel conflicted. Can I really do this to her?

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Carl's pov

"Happy birthday!" Her voice makes me jump and, confused, I turn around on the bench to look into her excited eyes.

"Why are you jumping around like that? Are you practicing for cheerleading?" I'm making fun of her, but the smile on her face doesn't fade.

"No, idiot. I'm just really curious to see how you react to your gift." My breath catches for a moment as I take in her words.

"You got me something?" When she leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek while pressing the bag into my lap, I start to smile too.

"Open!" Her encouragement breaks me out of my trance and I quickly tear up the paper, looking at the tickets with wide eyes.

"But...these tickets cost a fortune? Did you sell your liver or something?" When I look at her, she smiles back at me.

"I talked to my dad and he agreed that you deserve something special for your birthday. Are you happy?" As I look at the cards, I suddenly feel a pang in my heart. It must be showing on my face, because her happiness is also fading away.

"Do you not like it? I thought it was your favorite team? I can get you something else." When I look at her, I quickly pull her between my legs and kiss her.

"Shh, breathe angel. It's perfect, thank you. And well, your father. It's just a lot of money." Her hands play with the fabric of my shirt.

"You always say that. Do you have problems at home, with money, I mean? I've never been to your place, I don't even know where you live." What should I say to her now?

"It's okay." Her raised eyebrows look at me reproachfully, making me sigh.

"Each of us has to contribute a certain amount of money every month and if I don't sell fucking drugs, it will be tight." Her astonished look makes me pause and I gently stroke her arms.

Before I can say anything else, she kisses me. I look at her in surprise.

"What's that for?" She smiles shyly, looks at the floor for a moment before looking at me again.

"You're just so honest, I admire that. And that you've never asked me for anything, you know. That I lend you some money."

Fuck. Shit. What do I say?

"Yeah, I mean, I don't want to burden you with that-" but she interrupts me again, her concentrated expression makes me curious.

"What's going on in your pretty head?" My hands wander over her sides.

"It's the end of the month, how much are you missing?" I frown in confusion, but when she doesn't let it go, I tell her the amount.

"$240, the rest I earned by helping in the neighborhood." But despite the high sum, she just nods, looks at me again and gives me another kiss.

"Okay, maybe I'll be your sugar mommy." I have to laugh at the absurdity, but the longer she grins at me, the more I think she means it.

"What, are you serious? Thats fucking crazy, how am I supposed to pay you back?" Her eyes look around, but since the classroom is relatively empty during recess, she finds herself between my legs again. She slowly lets her hand wander down my stomach until she squeezes my cock through my clothes and I close my eyes in delight.

"Hmm, maybe you could help me relax between classes." Her eyes sparkle mischievously and I look at her with a grin.

"Anything you want, sugar."

Let's put it this way, the next few weeks the breaks were filled with kissing in the back corner of the classroom, dry humping on the toilet or Carl doing his best to pleasure me with his tongue in the caretaker's room, like now.

"Ahh-, Carl. I'll cum if you keep that up." His head has disappeared under my skirt, his fingers are stroking the bare skin of my thigh and the sinful movements of his tongue are making me see stars.

As he adds a finger and runs it over my folds, slowly until he inserts it, he looks at me again.

"You coming for me? Yeah, be a good girl or do you want to get caught by the old janitor grandpa spreading your legs for me?" As my eyes roll back, he pumps another finger into me, scissoring it thoroughly and hitting that sweet spot inside me.

When I moan loudly, he grins.

"You like that? Just wait until I bury my cock in you and you cant walk straight afterwards, so that everyone will notice." When his finger presses my clitoris, I see white and as I come I try to muffle the sounds with my hand over my mouth.

When I get off my high, I blindly search for my panties. But Carl beats me first.

"Hmm, no. I think I'll keep it as a little souvenir. Maybe you can get it back when you come to my house later." I don't know what surprises me more: that he wants me to run around exposed at school or that I'm invited to his house for the first time.

"Really? I'd like to come." But he interprets my words differently, his fingers stroke my entrance again and I moan and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Very well and for a very long time." When the bell rings, he lets go of me and I whimper slightly.

"Carl-" but he interrupts me by pulling back and straightening my skirt.

"I'm sure our agreement was between recess, now it's class time. Come on, I'll make it up to you later."

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Your pov

As we ride the bus toward his home, I take his hand and intertwine our fingers.

"But don't expect a mansion or any of that shit." Ever since we left school, he has been bad-mouthing his hometown every free minute he has.

"Don't worry, I'll only have eyes for you anyway." The statement makes him laugh and he relaxes a little. As we get out and walk a little way along the street, we are watched by a few people.

"Why are so many people staring at us?" When he look at me, I'm obviously confused.

"Not everyone here wears designer clothes that cost several thousand dollars. If you come here more often, they'll call you a princess." Giggling, I slap him on the arm and as we climb the stairs to his house, I look around curiously.

"So this is where you grew up." His shoulders shrug casually, but I see him trying to gauge my reaction.

"Yeah, where in the world could it be nicer?" I laugh at his sarcastic comment and we both smile at each other as we enter the house.

I hear him calling into the house, then a girl with red hair appears, carrying a baby.

"You must be Debbie, the little one is so adorable." When I hold out my hand, she just looks at Carl with her eyebrows still raised.

"What did you do to end up with her? Also my daughter's name is Franny and yes, I know condoms exist." Surprised, I don't know exactly how to answer, so I leave it to Carl.

"My tongue is magic, Debs. Too bad you won't find out yourself anytime soon, Derek has moved away. By the way, Franny seems hungry." I'm unsure of the dynamic between the two of them, as she turns away and walks away, I resist the urge to say goodbye.

"That was...nice." His hand pulling me towards the stairs distracts me.

"She's a real ray of sunshine, come on. The others aren't back yet, so you can be as loud as you want this time."

When we get upstairs, he leads me into his room and I look at the magazines, posters and little things scattered everywhere.

"Cleaning and you are definitely not friends, huh?" I laugh at my joke, but Carl has other plans than letting me inspect his room.

He puts his hands on my hips and pushes me against the closed door, my breath catches as his eyes find mine.

"Do you want to keep playing housemaid? Then put on a damn maid costume, otherwise keep your eyes on me." At his stern voice, I press my thighs together and, grinning, I drag my fingers across his chest once again.

"Would you like that? Me on the floor, my ass in the air, and no underwear? Oh wait, what a coincidence that I'm not wearing any now either." His eyebrows raise, I see his eyes darken with lust.

"Let's save this little fantasy for another time, right now I just want to see you on my cock." Smiling, I lean towards him and start kissing him. I loosen the belt I bought him and pull him closer to me by his waistband.

"I think I did well today. After all, I didn't complain about getting through the school day without underwear. Do I get my reward now?" Grinning, he takes off my top and looks at my lace bra.

"Everything you want." He drops to his knees in front of me and kisses his way along my thighs, lifts my skirt and presses a kiss to my folds. Slowly he moves his tongue higher and kisses my stomach, I lean my head against the door.

"Does that feel good?" I just nod, burying my hand in his hair as he puts his mouth on me again.

"Ahh- Carl, I want you now." His fingers stretch me, the wetness running down my legs, making me tremble.

"You got me, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?" His head lifts to look at me and I place my fingers around his chin, seeing the moisture on his lips.

"I've been prepared enough, I want your dick now. Let's see if it's as magical as your tongue." Grinning, he stands up and lifts me up, lays me on my back on his bed and lies down between my legs.

He places a few kisses on my legs, then stretches up on his elbows so he's hovering over me. Then he kisses my cheek and my lips, lets his tongue slide over them and lets me taste myself.

I run my fingers through his blonde hair and pull his body closer to me. When he pulls a condom out of his pocket, I hold my breath.

"You still want to do this?" His look calms all the worries I had. I nod, stroking my fingers over his heated cheek.

"I trust you." His next kiss is passionate, his hands gliding over my body, caressing every bit of exposed skin. I lift my back off the mattress and let him take off my bra. His head lowers to run his tongue over my navel. As he sucks on them, I moan softly.

One of his hands starts kneading my breasts and when I try to take off my skirt, he stops me.

"Leave it on, okay?" I kiss him in response.

His hand strokes my sides and my own hands rest on his shoulders as he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance.

"Ready, baby?" When I agree, he presses himself into me and for a moment I have to squint my eyes because it hurts.

Then I feel several gentle kisses on my cheek, my forehead and my lips. His attempts to distract me work and as I become more and more relaxed, he slides further into me.

Slowly he presses his hips against me, the stretch so great that I can feel him all the way into my stomach. He waits for a moment, whispering sweet things in my ears until they get dirty and I beg him to move.

My hands wrap around his shoulders as he thrusts into me for the first time, the air around us thickening as he grunts and a moan escapes me.

"You're doing so well, God, you feel so good." His hips move faster and faster, the pleasure spreads through my body and the wetter I feel, the easier he slides in and out of me.

"You are perfect, my perfect girl. Do you feel good?" His hands stroke my skin, gently pinching my nipples, playing with them and making me squirm beneath him.

As he grips my hips and pushes himself harder into me, my head starts to spin. My noises get louder.

"Carl- god, please go harder" And so he does, the room is filled with the sounds of our bodies and sweat forms on us.

"Baby, do you want to ride me? You have such pretty thighs." I nod and when he pulls out of me I can't think clearly, I just want him to fill me up again.

He leans back and as I stabilize myself on his shoulders, I sink back onto him. The feeling is even better that my eyes roll back. His hands grasp my hips, helping me move.

"That's right, baby. You're doing so good, riding my cock like the good girl you are." At his words, I tighten my grip on him and he curses as I move harder on top of him.

The faster I go, the more exhausting it becomes, but as I feel a knot forming in my stomach, I ride him so fast just to chase my pleasure.

Then suddenly as he hits my spot inside me over and over again, I go boneless on him and melt in his arms. My come drips all over him and as he continues to fuck me, reaching his own climax, I tremble in his grip.

"Just a few more thrusts, baby. Ah, keep holding on to me." Even though I have lost my strength, I move on him a few more times until he comes and I lay my head on his shoulder.

We're both breathing heavily, but everything feels so good, so warm and comfortable, that I don't want to move a single muscle anymore.

He carefully pulls out of me, I moan slightly at the loss. He gently lays me back on his pillow and gives me a kiss before throwing the condom away.

He pulls the blanket over us and puts his arm around me to pull me closer. I snuggle up to him and feel so safe that I quickly press my lips to his skin.

"That was wonderful." He also presses a kiss on my hair.

"That was incredible, you are the best. I can't wait to do it again." Our embrace becomes tighter. For a moment the room is silent.

When I whisper his name, he hums in response.

"I know it's cliche to say something like that after the first time. But I just feel it so much that it hurts to keep it to myself. I love you." As I lie on his chest I hear his heart stop for a moment and then it starts beating much faster.

"I- no one has ever said that to me before." When I raise my head and look at him, he doesn't look at me. Instead, his eyes are fouced on the ceiling.

"I just want you to know. I don't want to put any pressure on you to say it. I just thought you should hear it. You know, now that things are serious between us." Again he is silent and I start to worry, but then he looks at me.

"You are truly the most incredible person I have ever met. I consider myself very lucky." He smiles at me, then leans down and we kiss for a moment. It feels like heaven.

We lay there for a few minutes, just cuddling and telling each other how our day was. We laugh and as the sun slowly sets, I start to get dressed.

"I wish I could stay here with you. But you know what my parents are like." He leans back on his elbow, watching me get dressed and contact my parents to pick me up.

"Hmm, I think we would do it again. If you stayed here tonight, I mean." I smile at him, sit down on his bed for a moment and ruffle his hair.

"I wouldn't mind, darling." The nickname makes him blush and when he leans forward to kiss me, I playfully push him away.

"I have to go, are you coming down with me?" He nods, feigning annoyance, and as we walk out of his room, he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him.

He steals his kiss there, but more than that he steals my heart.

We smile at each other and for this moment everything is just perfect. We go downstairs and just as we are back in the living room we hear a door open loudly.

A visibly drunk man stumbles in. I see Carl tense up next to me, staring at the stranger angrily. I quietly lean towards him to whisper my question.

"Who is that?" When he rolls his eyes, I get a bad feeling.

"That's my father, great isn't it?" The man in front of me is dirty, has unkempt hair and an unpleasant smile on his face.

"Should I ask my parents if you can stay overnight?" My gaze is more focused on the man than on Carl.

But he just shakes his head, and just as he is about to answer, the man sees us too.

"Oh, my son! It's so good to see you, not really, but I'll take your bed. Fiona has mine. Is that your little girlfriend? She looks expensive, very good catch. How much money did you rip her off? I hope it's worth it to go through all this drama." I frown in confusion, but when Carl freezes next to me, I become uncertain.

"What does he mean by that?" This time my gaze is directed solely at Carl.

"Nothing, he's drunk-" but before he can finish, the man does.

"How rude of me, I am Frank. The proud father of this child, at least one of my descendants has made something of himself and used his talent. He has my good genes, the good looks and I teach him the tricks. Like exploiting an innocent, very very rich girl for money. It doesn't bother you, I hope? You seem to have enough, but I hope my son returns the favor to you."

The words catch me so off guard that I can't move. I don't believe anything this man says until I see the guilty look on Carl's face.

"W-what? That's a lie, right? Tell me he's lying, Carl." As he runs his hands through his hair and tries to answer me, Frank speaks again.

"Oh, you haven't confessed to her yet? My fault, I should have waited. I didn't think you would humiliate this girl for so long. I told you this wouldn't end well." But Carl ignores him completely when he notices me moving away from him.

"Wait, I'm sorry. It wasn't like that-" But I interrupt him, already feeling tears gathering in my eyes.

"So what happened? You act like you don't want any money from me and-" Carl's look becomes frustrated.

"You offered me your money! You said if I matched it, everything would be fine for you." I'm almost speechless, is this all a nightmare?

"Are you serious? I offered it to you because you weren't asking for it. And now I find out it was your plan from the beginning? You just talked to me, just spent time with me to get my money? Who does that?" Frank's voice intervenes.

"I invented the strategy, my dear. It's turning out to be quite useful." But I don't pay attention to him, I just look at Carl.

"Please, I'm sorry. Yes, it was meant that way in the beginning, but it's different now. I-" My tears flow when he admits it and any feeling of happiness disappears. All that remains is betrayal and sadness.

"You what? What am I saying, you were probably happy that I only wanted you in return. I'm such an idiot. You didn't just take my money, you took my first time too!" As he comes towards me, I step back.

"Listen to me, I didnt force you to do all this for me. You wanted it." The more he talks the more desperate I feel and the greater my anger becomes.

"You idiot! I thought you liked me! I thought you finally noticed me too." My sobs get louder and my vision blurs. When he tries to grab my face, I slap him.

"My cue to go. I can see that you're sorting it out between yourselves just fine." Frank's footsteps fading away are nothing compared to the sound of my heart breaking.

"I like you, I really like you. At first it wasn't my intention to start a relationship with you, but then I got to know you and-" Every word that escapes him is only worse.

"Stop talking! You know what the worst thing is that I liked you for so long before you even talked to me. And I thought it was a miracle when you first spoke to me in the libary. I should have listened to the others, you only care about yourself!" I wipe the tears from my cheeks, wishing I could be anywhere but here.

Then before he can say anything, I turn around and run out of the house. But I hear him following me.

"Wait! Don't just walk away, I have to get this straight. Hey!" He catches me, turns me around and holds my tear-stained face in his hands.

"I'm an idiot, I know that. I'm sorry for hurting you. I- God, I love you. You hear me? I love you too. Please stay." But I just shake my head and try to free myself from his grip.

"How do I know if that isn't a lie too? You've betrayed me, I can't talk to you now." When my car pulls up, I get in without turning around. I don't look back, even though his loud curse can be heard throughout the whole neighborhood.

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Your pov

I spend the next few days without saying much, but I cried almost the whole time.

I miss him incredibly, not a day has gone by in the last few months when I haven't seen him and now I've been alone for three days.

I wish he was here, but on the other hand I am so hurt and feel terrible. He is the reason for this.

I wish I had never found out. I wish he had never done it, never lied to me. Didn't use me for money, but worst of all, I don't know if he even likes me.

Today is the first day that I go back to school. Even though I put on make-up, choose a nice outfit and listen to my favorite songs to distract myself, I can only think of him.

His blonde hair, his beautiful eyes, the way his lips felt. How he felt inside me. Then I remember that he loves me and how he finally said it, something I have wanted to hear for so long.

But then I think about what he did and everything feels empty again.

As I enter the school, my friends come to meet me. They already know what happened, they all hug me and I feel a little better.

Until I see him.

And he sees me too. It takes all my effort to avert my gaze. To get my books out of my cupboard, but then I have to stop because he is not standing next to me offering to carry them.

I take it myself, close my door, but before I can go any further, he is standing in front of me. My heart stops. Oh, how his eyes shine.

"Do you need help?" His eyes focus on the books and I have to swallow several times before I can answer.

"No, I have to go to class now." But as I try to walk past him, he stops me.

"You don't answer my texts, you don't call me back. I'm not allowed into your house and you avoid me at school. What can I do? Please tell me what I need to do, so you forgive me." I laugh, but it is without humor.

"What can you do? Move."

I can see his shock, but he still doesn't step aside.

"Can't you hear me? I said-" but he walks toward me until I'm forced to lean my back against the lockers.

His eyes find mine.

"I can't sleep. And when I do, I dream of you. There's a - a hole in my heart that only you can fill. It hurts and I hate not being with you. It's even worse to be here, when you don't look at me the way you usually do. You don't smile at me, God, you don't look like you're in love with me anymore. It's hell."

Tears gather in my eyes, his words are so desperate, it hurts to see him like this.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you took advantage of me. Before you slept with me." A tear runs down my cheek and I know my mascara is smudging.

"I know, I know. And I feel so bad, I'll do anything to make it right. Just tell me."

When I look into his eyes, my heart also hurts.

"Move, Carl. I can't see you now." This time he lets go of me and I go to class with tears in my eyes.

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Your pov

It's been four weeks since we last spoke, but it doesn't hurt any less to see him. Even if I don't let him talk to me, he doesn't give up.

He puts flowers in my locker, chocolate, and notes full of apologies and sweet promises.

Everything warms my heart, but it still feels like this money thing is unresolved between us. I know now that he likes me, very much in fact, as he makes it clear, but that doesn't change the real problem.

That he used me for my money.

As I leave school that day, I feel exhausted and, as I often do, I wish I had his arms around me.

Holding me tight, his lips kissing me, loving me.

As I wait for my father's car, I suddenly hear his familiar throat clearing. With my heart pounding, I turn around and see him smiling uncertainly at me.

"I know what I had to do and now I've done it. Here." He gives me an envelope and I take it uncertainly.

"Carl, your letters are flattering, but-" He quickly interrupts me.

"No, it's something else. Open it." The deja vu hits me unexpectedly and I slowly open the envelope, the content leaves me speechless.

"What is that supposed to be?" It's rhetorical, but I ask anyway.

"All the money I owe you. What you've kindly given me, I pay it back. Every cent. You can count." He looks so proud, I almost have to laugh.

"How- did you rob a bank?" He grins contentedly at my reaction.

"An old grandma." This time I laugh and he comes closer to me, slowly taking my hands.

"No, seriously. How did you do that?" He looks at me lovingly.

"Working in the kitchen every day after school, I found a part-time job with Fiona. The payment is bad, but it was worth it. I understand that money was the problem and well, that I wasn't honest to you." As I lower the envelope, we look at each other.

"Promise, no more secrets?"

He smiles and suddenly the world is a brighter place.

"Promise, but we continue one of our agreements." I raise my eyebrows questioningly, seeing him grin as he leans toward me, his breath brushing against my lips and he whispers:

"I'll still spend my breaks with you in the janitor's room."

The laughter that escapes me gets interrupted, when his lips meet mine.

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beautiful crazy | luke and melissa

luke and mel enjoying their retired life and life as parents after the NHL and catching up with their closest friends and families.

*there's a couple of time jumps in this but it's their adult life after college and into the NHL and after. maybe with Luke being involved at the NTDP*

(I kept the ages vague and gave random names for their kids since we haven't talked about it yet)

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her day starts with a coffee, and ends with a wine, takes forever gettin' ready, so she's never on time for anything

mel is very much a morning person compared to luke. she didn't always used to be a morning person but early morning workouts in college to having kids converted her into being an early riser despite her husband being in a deep sleep.

mel is up between 5 and 5:30 every morning to enjoy some peace and quiet before her teenage kids wake up. she's enjoying her coffee when at about 5:15, she feels a pair of arms wrap around her face. she knows it's luke.

"come back to bed." he mumbles into her neck. she giggles, "no. I'm enjoying my coffee in the peace and quiet before the kids get up. bridgette has a skate at 6:15, and christian is doing off ice at 6:00 with mini duke. delaney said she'd come too and just do her own workout in the gym at the rink before school."

"what time will you be home?" luke mumbles again, holding mel tighter.

mel smiles at her sleepy, clingy husband. she runs her fingers through his curls and says, "I drop the girls off at school at 7:45. so I'll be home at like 8 ish. when do you have to be at the rink?"

"8:30. I'll be leaving when you get home but I'm only there for half the day since the kids have school for the second half. and I took a half day anyways so I can spend time with you."

mel smiles and leans into luke's hold until she hears her first born moving around upstairs. she sighs, "and bridgette is up. goddamn early bird child."

"she gets it from you." Luke smirks and kisses mel's cheek. mel smiles, "while she obviously didn't get it from you. christian and del definitely did from you."

Luke goes to protests but they hear a "mom?!" coming from bridgette's bathroom and mel says, "duty calls. I love you babe." and kisses him before going up to their oldest daughter.

"I love you too sweetheart."

when she gets that come-get-me look in her eyes, well it kinda scares me, the way that she drives me wild, and she drives me wild

luke gets home from a long day at the rink with christian to see mel cooking dinner and doing the dishes. he asks over to hug her and give her a kiss but also to steal a piece of chicken.

mel slaps his hand and scolds him, "luke warren absolutely not. go take a shower before touching this. I don't need your hockey smelling hands contaminating dinner."

"I'm offended honey. really."

"I don't care. go shower." mel says sternly. she turns and gives him a look that says "if you don't get your butt upstairs and take a shower you're sleeping on the couch." luke recognizes the look and immediately retreats to shower.

he says as he's going up the stairs, "I love you!"

"go shower luke. then I'll tell you I love you." mel shorts back at him. he chuckles and just goes to shower before mel killed him.

beautiful crazy, she can't help but amaze me, the way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances, and wears her heart on her sleeve, yeah she's crazy, but her crazy's beautiful to me

(this is while they are still in the NHL, it's gonna be shea's wedding so part of mel telling Luke she's pregnant, maybe for their third kid.)

mel is sitting with ethan's wife for a few minutes sipping on water since she can't drink. luke walks over, extends his hand, and smiles, "may I have this dance mrs. hughes?"

she looks at ethan's wife who nods and mel smiles, "you may mr. hughes." she lets him pull her onto the dance floor for a slow dance. something they don't get to do often. mel comments, "I'm so happy for shea. he looks so happy and grown up."

"yea. you always had a soft spot for him didn't you?"

"of course I did. you left me alone with him and gavin for a year and someone had to supervise them. I grew close with him and he's the little brother I never wanted but got stuck with anyways."

"I don't know if I've ever told you this but one of the things that I fell in love with about you is your ability to open your heart to anyone. especially the important people in my life."

"well if they are important to you then they are important to me. we're in this life together luke."

"that's what I mean. you took shea in your arms in college and kept him under your wing while he made the transition. and I know it meant a lot to him."

"he's family. it was a no brainer." mel smiles up at her husband. Luke leans down and presses a soft but long kiss to her lips. he mumbles against them, "I love you mel. my crazy girl."

"I love you too Luke."

she makes plans for the weekend, can't wait to go out, till she changes her mind, and says, "let's stay on the couch and watch TV", and she falls asleep

"come on Luke, let's get the whole gang back together for the weekend, send the kids to your parents or my parents or to their friends and just have a weekend with our friends with no kids and no responsibilities. like college all over again. it will be fun, and we haven't seen some of them in ages with mackie, mark, and ethan moving out of michigan."

"fine. but you have to promise not to change your mind about it. because even if you do, it's still happening and they'll still be here."

"I won't change my mind." mel says nodding with smile, excited about their friends coming to town.

~day before their friends come to town~

"luke, are we sure they're still coming tomorrow?" mel asks while cooking dinner. luke rolls his eyes and nods, "yes. you aren't getting out of it."

"but I really just wanna wear sweats and watch tv with you."

"not happening. and we do that every night. they are coming and it's final." he says looking her in the eye. mel nods and mumbles "fine" under her breath.

~night of~

after the first hour of catching up and being excited to see everyone, they all gather around the fire pit on the back patio. mel is curled up on luke's lap and after being under the blanker with luke rubbing her back for 30 minutes, she's out cold. luke chuckles and dylan asks, "what's so funny hughesy?"

"mel is out cold."

"typical mel." ethan comments. mark adds, "some things never change." both of their wives smack them for their comments but everyone knows it's true. she always suggests doing something and then curls up on luke's lap and falls asleep pretty quickly.

beautiful crazy, she can't help but amaze me, the way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances, and wears her heart on her sleeve, yeah she's crazy, but her crazy's beautiful to me

mel is sitting in her office, in late july, on her computer to organize the family calendar to make sure that her and luke can get all of the kids where they need to be. luke comes home to his wife hard at work once again. he smiles, "do you ever take a break baby?"

mel jumps, not hearing him walk in. she says, "no. because if I take a break, the kids don't get where they need to be. because christian was so focused on hockey this summer that he never took his road test, bridge moves into holy cross in 3 weeks, and Delaney is coming back from pgf with lauren and sophia in 3 days and she has a camp at michigan when she gets back."

"woah, just relax for a second mel. it's gonna be ok. just breathe." luke says softly and pulls mel up from the desk and into a hug. mel lets out a deep breath and asks luke, "were we crazy for signing our kids up for so many activities as a kids and they kept that schedule into their teen years? like did we cause this because this is what we did?"

"no at all. we told them that if they didn't wanna do any of this that they didn't have to. and that just drove them even more. they get their crazy dedicated work ethic from you sweetheart."

"I'm not crazy dedicated, I'm just passionate." mel argues back against luke's chest. he chuckles, "you say passionate, most people say crazy. but you're my crazy girl and I love that about you. and don't worry about the kids, we'll figure it out mel. we always do."

"are you sure?" mel questions. luke nods, "I'm sure. I'll tell christian that he had to schedule a road test before school starts with the program or else he can find a different ride to the rink. and del will figure out what she wants for college soon, she's only a sophomore don't forget. and we'll get bridgette to worcester. you're parents are still nearby and I'm sure they'd be willing be to help out. but we got it melissa, I promise."

"never melissa me again." mel says looking up at him.

"I won't. I just used tot o get my point across." luke chuckled and kissed her head. he just holds her close and enjoying a moment to themselves in their very busy lives. mel is understanding how jim and ellen felt reading quinn, jack, and luke.

she's crazy, she's crazy, but her crazy's beautiful to me, her crazy's beautiful to me

luke is never not amazed but how go-go-go his wife is when it comes to the kids and how organized she has everything. he loves seeing her take control of the situation and get everything handled using her crazy methods to do so and is never not so deeply in love with mel that it hurts him to even think about a life without her.

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speak now (taylor's version) vault tracks rp meme.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  

electric touch.

just relax, it'll be okay.

i've got my money on things going badly.

got a history of stories ending sadly.

still hoping that the fire won't burn me.

this could either break my heart or bring it back to life.

your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life.

i want you now.

i've been left in the rain, lost and pining.

trying hard not to look like i'm trying.

every time i tried hard for love, it fell apart.

i've grown accustomed to sleeping alone.

maybe the stars align and maybe i call you mine.

maybe the moment's right.

when emma falls in love.

this one could go wrong.

she's the kind of book that you can't put down.

all the bad boys would be good boys if they only had a chance to love her.

i wish i was her.

she takes on the pain and bears it on her own.

she won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave.

she won't lose herself in love the way that i did.

his whole world's about to change.

i can see you.

i spend my time trying not to feel it.

what would you do if i went to touch you now?

what would you do if they never found us out?

i could see you up against the wall with me.

i can see you.

something's changed.

they kept watchful eyes on us.

it's best that we move fast and keep quiet.

you won't believe half the things i see inside my head.

wait till you see half the things that haven't happened yet.

meet me tonight.

i could see you being my addiction.

you can see me as a secret mission.

i will start behaving myself.

castles crumbling.

i had an empire in a golden age.

i was held up so high.

i used to be great.

they used to cheer when they saw my face.

i fear i have fallen from grace.

i feel like my castle's crumbling down.

i watch all my bridges burn to the ground.

i will just let you down.

you don't wanna know me now.

i held that grudge till it tore me apart.

power went to my head.

i sit alone behind walls of regret.

i don't know how it could've ended this way.

people look at me like i'm a monster.

never wanted you to hate me.

foolish one.

my cards are on the table.

you've already got plans.

chances are i will talk myself to sleep again.

you give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high.

you are not the exception.

you will never learn your lesson.

i know how to act like i'm fine.

i can't call you mine.

i will do my best to seem bulletproof.

how could i not see the signs?

you got her on your arm and me in the wings.

i'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring.

maybe i will finally learn my lesson.

timeless.

the kinda love that you only find once in a lifetime.

i know that you and i would've found each other in another life.

you still would've turned my head even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944

you still would've been mine.

we would have been timeless.

i believe that we were supposed to find this.

even in a different life, you still would've been mine.

i'd die for you in the same way.

the story started when you say 'hello'.

sometimes there's no proof, you just know.

you're always gonna be mine.

i'm gonna love you when our hair is turning gray.

oh my, we really were timeless.

[redux-iterum]

A Canine Eulogy

We put down my dog, Geno, today.

Textwall of sentiment under the cut.

Shortly, he was ill, and steadily growing worse every day at a rapid decline of a week before his death. He'd have brief moments of cheeriness, then go back to being listless, sluggish and unhappy. The vet made it clear a few days ago that there was very little chance of saving him and that his quality of life (the most dreaded phrase in a pet owner's dictionary) was poor, and only getting poorer. We made the decision to end his suffering before it got so severe he couldn't climb up the stairs into my house, or have accidents indoors, or starve himself to death (as he was starting to). It didn't feel good, not remotely, but it had to be done.

I haven't talked about Geno on this blog, so I figure the best way to pay my respects is to tell you all how great of a dog he was. Probably a bit late to introduce him, but whatever.

Geno (nicknames including Bean, Stinky Bean/Gene, Eyebrows Boy, Old Man and Geno Bon Benostein) was a dog that we never figured out the breed of. Many people, charmed by his pleasant, permanent puppyface that was always so happy to see them, would ask me his breed, and my answer was "He's got big eyebrows, that's all I know". That generally got a laugh, which was nice.

We attained Geno when he was about half a year old in a move. My pops runs a moving company, and we get all sorts of things from moves that people don't want to take with them to the new house across the state. I don't think a single piece of furniture in my house isn't secondhand, that's how much we get.

Geno in particular was our first longterm pet from a move. The lowdown is that the customers were divorcing and were viciously arguing over every single item and animal in the house. The wife threatened to take Geno to the pound, and immediately Pops offered to adopt him. I found this out when he picked me up from a sleepover in middle school and had a second dog with him, along with our first. It was quite a delightful surprise.

Our first dog was less than obedient and more than indifferent to humans, loving to destroy stuff and escape constantly. Geno, on the other hand, was only concerned about staying within eyesight of his owners, to the point of sitting on a windowsill as well as he could and staring at us through the glass until we let him in (at the time Pops was not eager to have dogs in the house). We never needed to chain him up or fence him in - he was entirely devoted to us from jump and got as close as he could at all times.

The first dog eventually died, and Geno was the sole pup of the house. He thrived in that, and he made a point to prove himself to be an excellent dog. He never had an accident in the house for many years (until age got to him), preferring to potty in the bushes or brush so that we didn't have to worry about stepping in it or even cleaning it up. He never barked or ran away or growled at visitors, nor did he knock over trash cans or even so much as get fleas during the summer. The only things we struggled with were his great hatred of other dogs and aggressive fear of wheels. The wheel thing was a little more embarrassing, because he'd bark at some poor bastard in a wheelchair who was just trying to mind his own business. Like, great, thanks, Geno. Now we look like assholes.

Geno went on many, many trips across the country with us, especially to Yellowstone, which is a yearly voyage pops and I go on. He was a treat to travel with - he just wanted to rest his head between the front seats and look at us adoringly. He went to beaches, where he didn't enjoy the coast and instead stuck with us by inches, and on moves, where customers and their new neighbors would fawn over him and he got to be the Super Special Puppy Dog, which he loved. He went more places than most people I know, and certainly ate more pizza than any other dog in the United States while we were in hotels. Maybe not healthy for him, but man did he love his 'za, and he'd stare at us with his big ol' cow eyes. How could we say no?

This dog was a major part of my life - he was around for half of it, from middle school to adulthood. I don't think I can ever get another dog that would be nearly as wonderful as him, and I don't know that I want to. I think he raised the standard too high and made every dog I take care of (I housesit for a living) somehow not as good as him, no matter how well-mannered they are. I expect that to be that way for a very long time.

His collar, I decided, will stay in my car, hooked around the rearview mirror. That way, he gets to travel with me no matter where I go. He always did thoroughly enjoy a car ride.

Moonshine will miss him greatly. She was infatuated with him no matter how much he tried to make her go away. He gave up towards the end and started being nice to her, at least. I'm just glad I've got pictures of them interacting and her demanding his affections. Those are precious memories above precious memories.

The vet techs mourned with us as we said goodbye, calling him "one of the good ones". I think that's a pretty high compliment.

I hope he's happy, wherever he is.

You were a good boy, Geno.

[twelvroses]

LIZ's DIARY - 16/07/24. mentioned: @dreamquest @fiixion @yunzip @pinkscaped ♡ (& ahin lol)

The latest episode of Dreamquest just aired; I’m writing this in my dorm. Have I even written about my dorm? I can’t remember the last time I actually had the time to sit down and write, I think it was just before the show started… I used to be so diligent about keeping this diary, but life has gotten so hectic. I’m sharing a room with Yoon and Miyu. Both of them seem nice, but it’s a little awkward. Since we were all on different teams, I don't know how to approach them them because I'm not sure if they see me as a friend or just someone they'll need to beat. I wish I was the type of person who could start a conversation with anyone, but I just don’t know how to keep it going. The words don’t come for me. I haven't really bonded with any of the other girls, and I can tell that some of the other girls think I’m a bitch, but everyone always thinks I’m a bitch and I can live with that. Sani is really nice, though, she's really really cute, and she was so nice to me after the Fancy performance, so I think it'd be fun to be on a team with her at some point. But it would be really nice if I could at least befriend my dormmates too. I mean, assuming none of us get eliminated, they’re gonna be the first and last people I see every time I wake up or go to bed. Don’t you think that kinda sets the tone for your entire day? Even if none of us make it, it still would be nice to have some friends. That reminds me, now that I’m at Valentine, I hope I get a chance to meet the Medusa girls soon. I’ve always really liked Choi Gain sunbaenim. She just comes out and says whatever she’s thinking, no matter who’s listening or how many cameras are on her. I’ve been trying to be like that, but like everything else I try to say, it dies in my throat. Maybe if I get to hang out with her, it’ll rub off on me a little bit. 

Anyway, I won't have chance of meeting Medusa if Valentine drop me, and they might do just that, cause the CEO already told me that he expects big things from me. He told me to keep my sights set on top 5, because this is the very first time Valentine has EVER sent a trainee to a debut show, and I’m their only trainee, so if I totally flop, it’ll be really embarrassing for them, and I feel like the whole place is built on one man's very flimsy ego so he'll probably just drop me. We got to see our rankings and right now, I’m at nine. It’s not too bad, and so I want to be proud of it, but I know it’s not good enough. It doesn’t feel fair. I didn’t get a single solo line in Genie! How the hell am I supposed to get screen time and convince people to vote for me if I’m not being given the same opportunity to sing as some of the others? I wonder if the showrunners think I can’t sing because I rap. 

I also hate my new CEO, Yoo Seobin. He walks around like a weirdo mafia boss. You know, Ahin sunbaenim told me that when they go out for company dinners, he makes him, Choi Gain and Kwon Harin sit at a separate table with him. It’s supposed to be a ‘leaders privilege,’ but he’s kind of just keeping them away from the party. He thinks he’s the godfather, or something. Like it's an honour to sit with him. If I end up in a Valentine group, I pray to god that I’m not the leader. I’d hate to sit and drink with him. Did you see his fucking press release about me? He talked about how I was hypnotizing and my beauty was unmatched or something… Like he’s a married, middle aged man. It's so weird and I'm really worried if he keeps talking about me like that, people will start making up rumours. Even the thought makes me want to throw up. I wore the baggiest clothes I own last time I had to go to his office, and he still kept looking at me weird. Ahin sunbaenim said I can wear one of his sweaters next time, because if he sees me in boy's clothes he might assume I have a boyfriend and back off. It’s kind of cute that he thinks that would work. 

But Ahin sunbaenim is nice. I’m even going to record a demo for him next week. It’s not gonna be for me in the end, I think he’s just gonna send it out to a bunch of labels and see who wants the song, but I’m getting paid for recording so it’s already the most legit gig than I’ve had in about five years. He’s fun to hang out with. I think he has a little bit of a crush on me, but for once that doesn’t bother me. I think it’s just refreshing to come across a guy, especially one who’s a bit older than I am, who isn’t so fucking leery and demanding. He doesn’t even flirt or anything, he just gets shy around me and it’s easy to make him blush. It’s funny. And he does have a nice smile.

I just realised I'm writing about boys in my diary so I'm going to stop now because I'm not twelve. Kwon Ahin is the last thing I need to be thinking about right now. What I need to do is win this competition. I really hope, like really really really hope that I can rap in the next round. Like a proper rap that wasn’t written by fucking JYP, I mean. I’m really regretting singing for my audition. My first choice was Payday by Yoon Mirae but Seobin told me I had to pick something recent. If I’d pulled off a Yoon Mirae song I think I might be way higher in the ranks by now. But if I don’t get to rap there’s no way I’m gonna crack the top five. And if I get kicked from Valentine, it’s like losing the biggest opportunity I’ve ever had. I feel like I might just be setting myself up for one big joke. I couldn’t even rise up the popularity rankings of Bouquet. Do you know how easy it is to be more popular than a Bouquet member? Most idols who debut achieve it on their first day without even knowing cause they probably don’t know who Bouquet are. Were. Also, FUCK OHJANG ENTERTAINMENT.

I owe more money than I’ve earned, my parents lost all enthusiasm for this path for me a long time ago… I can’t even remember what it felt like for them to take pride in me. Honestly I started writing this entry because I thought I was going to end it by affirming to myself that this would be a turning point and I’d ace it from here on out, but I kinda feel worse than when I started writing. I should go to bed. I have to get up early to get some practice in before official practice starts, and if the girls who ranked lower than me find out I’m whining and moping about ranking 9th, they’ll think I’m even more of a bitch than they already do.

Well, just wish me luck in the next round, I guess!

[yurababy]

hi i saw you are taking requests! <3 can u do svt reacts to s/o pretending to dodge their kisses 🤭

personal note; i think i’m doing DLIS in age order for the most part. kinda wanna do shua last before the final jeonghan. also idk if reactions are strictly supposed to be like dialogue written like a fic excerpt not the author talking typa shit but i already typed this all up so m sorry ♡

cheol

↳ pouty but also tilts his head a bit, staring you down, making you rethink what you just did. so you go to kiss him fr and he leans back to dodge you this time with a raised eyebrow. "you did this to yourself. don't be mean to me, baby." he stays like that for a bit as you protest (“you do that kinda thing with me all the time!”) but his dimples give in and you’re suddenly engulfed in his arms and kisses (“do you think i’m too mean, y/n? be honest. i’m only mean because it’s funny.” you love it, but you can’t tell him that so you grumble and keep kissing him. he knows your answer.)

jeonghan

↳ scoffs but isn't as unforgiving as cheol. kisses you everywhere but your lips and does that "ha ha ha ha" giggle everytime you whine and try to get him on your mouth. “where’s the fun in that, angel?” but he likes a brat, so you give him, “aren’t you supposed to be the angel, mr. cheonsa?” a darker, drier chuckle than earlier when his lips are finally on yours, but it’s just held contact. no kissing. you’re excited for his response. “wonwoo wanted the nickname, actually. i had to have something sweet in me so i was born on the lucky day. don’t let it fool you.”

shua

↳ laughs in the moment as you end up kissing him. all seems fine but he saves the thought for later. you're about to have his dick in you but when it should be it isn't. "i can see why you pulled that stunt earlier. it's fun, isn't it? and to think you haven't even said sorry yet." no protesting with joshua, you forgot, mouth opening to talk back but you’re met with a glare and figure it’s better not to piss him off. he wasn’t even angry, this was just him being a hot little shit.

junhui

↳ kind of imagining him in the know thyself gose when seungkwan yells at him and he just sits there open mouthed going YAH. you would just giggle at him and say something about how cute he is when he's mad, giving him his kiss. when you parted, you watched him blink slow enough for the wide smile he had before his eyes shut to close into a smirk as they reopened. “xiǎoshǎguā. we both know i always get my way in the end.”

hoshi

↳ baby kitty eyes when he doesn't feel your lips on his. also in pout but in the way he was when mingyu locked him up uring dont lie 2. that only lasts for like a second though becuase he immedietly just goes for it again by holding your face this time. baby kitty turns into sexy tiger, mouth trailing a lil further to the side, a lil further up until he can growl (this bitch) and have you feel it in your cunt. “i like it better when i play with you. what do you think?” no room to answer. you make out for twenty minutes.

wonwoo

↳ i don’t think u’d get the chance to do that. he will always steady you with a big hand firm on your neck, teasing your hair, thumb on your cheekbone. i think wonwoo is much more clueless and giggly and silly than most ppl who think he’s super quiet n mysterious (he WANTS to be mysterious it’s so endearing) think so while you’re trying to dodge he just thinks the position is uncomfortable and keeps his eyes closed, pressing further into your face. “are you doing that on purpose?” he acts like he’s just discovered the worlds greatest mystery. and you let him have it, because it’s wonwoo.

woozi

↳ lets you pull away, thinks you’re seriously not into it until he sees your failed attempt at hiding a smile and he brushes your hair out of your face. “what was that for, being annoying? i wanna kiss you, babe.” you look away, feeling the tiniest bit of guilt because how did he sound so in love? why was he a secret master of manipulation? was this from all the nights he spent writing the loveliest of lovesongs? “just wanted to see what you’d do,” you admit. he likes the honesty. “that’s a weird game to play. wouldn’t you rather just kiss me?” (BABY, YOU KNOW WITHOUT YOU IM SO LONELY)

dokyeom

↳ genuinely confused and it’s just too adorable so you relish his big eyes and shut him up with a kiss before he can question the rejection. this earns a big smile from him, interwining your hands as he speaks: “feeling playful today, hm? i can do that too, baby.” that means as you make out you repeatedly feel a hand brush closer and closer to your inner thigh, an overexaggerated sigh from the boy (laced with a giggle because he can’t take himself seriously) and eventual sex full of you making fun of him. (“all i did was not kiss back! you’re just passive aggressive, seokmin.”)

mingyu

↳ makes that like disgusted pout face if you guys know what i’m talking abt. you laugh and lean back in to kiss him but he crosses his arms and turns his face without saying anything. you know he’s not really mad, he’s just a huge fan of short and sweet kisses, the domestic kind throughout the day, so it hurt a bit. mingyu is a tiny bit of a people pleaser so all it takes is for you to sneak yourself under his folded arms and plant a kiss to his neck for him to comfortably wrap himself around you and kiss your forehead. “i love you,” is really all you have to say to bring him back. “i love you more.” he’s so husband.

minghao 🥳

↳ not a fan. i’m back with the minghao-craves-attention agenda. doesn’t want to actually talk abt how it hurts his ego so he rolls his eyes and walks to your bedroom. you follow him, a bit worried (he’s not toxic, just cherishes his time with you above all else so he finds this kind of thing a waste of it) but he warmly greets you with a closed-lip grin, sat on the bed. you take your chances and walk towards him, kneeling on the floor so you’re under his gaze. a finger lifts up your chin, affirming your eyes on his. “we can deal with the kiss later, love. make it up for me?”

seungkwan

↳ "that’s not fair. i always kiss you back! i do more than just kiss you! i barely initiate kisses! you know how much thinking i had to do to do that just now?” he has the most serious expression on his face, so for his sake, you stifle a laugh. not very well, though, because he follows with “you’re laughing? i’m pouring my entire heart out!” “okay, kwannie, my turn to give you my heart.” “that’s not what i-” he’s cut off with a chaste kiss, you pulling away because you know he’s a bit flush but he returns his frustrated face and tilts his head to the side (a habit of his) before pulling you onto his lap. “you don’t deserve this.”

vernon

↳ furrowed eyebrows. thinks it’s the wind (????) so he tries again but the corners of your lips have lifted and you’re dodging his lips again. he tries a third time, earning the same turn of your head, but he’s quick to get ahold of your jaw while your giggles turn into something like shock, surprise, interest. his lips near your ear, leaning in for the heat of his breath to send a chill down your spine. “what the fuck’s up with that?” then he’s pulling away, making a face you’d usually snap a picture of and save as a vernon_funny_reaction.jpg file, except that was so hot and his eyebrows are suddenly raised, his lips are stretched wide, and his eyes are squinted. you fuck in a bit.

chan

↳ he’s used to this kinda teasing, he’s learned to handle it by playing it off as a joke. at the same time, he knows he’s showered with love after the bullying from his members, so he expects the same from you. his index and thumb go up to tug at his earlobe, a chorus of “yeah, whatever. no, that’s fine by me!” picked out from your laugh. “i just thought it’d be funny, channie. let me kiss you for real.” “no! trust me, i’m fine! i think you’re the one who wants to be kissed. desperate much? i’m absolutely okay.” but you know what makes him happy, praise from an oh-so genuine voice that puts his eyes through the phases of the moon. “yes, chan, i do want to be kissed by the best kisser in the universe.” he wants to do a bit more than kiss, wants to be a bit more than the best kisser in the universe, but he’ll take it. for now. 

[stars-n-spice]

Here's an Idea-

Y'know, as much as I absolutely LOVE even more of a DILF Hunter with his salt and pepper hair (that I'm so incredibly jealous of) and his lovely dad bod, AND the conversation he had with Omega,, I've been thinking-

There were 16 episodes in Season 1. (with the first being 70+ minutes) - for a total of 512 minutes. - 9/15 of these episodes were 30 minutes or more. There were 16 episodes in Season 2. - for a total of 462 minutes. - 6/15 of these episodes were 30 minutes or more (with all the others being short by one or two minutes). There were 15 episodes in Season 3. - for a total of 423 minutes. - 2/15 of these episodes were more than 30 minutes.

The Bad Batch finale had me so fucking frustrated it's making me do MATH. fucking MATH. I'm a Screenwriting Major with a minor in Creative Writing, I haven't taken a math class since Freshman Fall semester!!!!

So if you're wondering, "Hey that felt rushed," you're not crazy or anything because it was!!

LOOK AT THAT DIFFERENCE!! From the first season having more than half of the episodes be more than 30 minutes to the third season not even being a third of that!

OKAY BACK TO MY EARLIER IDEA THOUGH-

I'm not going to say shit about/to the writers or anything because as a writer myself, I'm just,, not going to do that? I'm currently struggling with my own script that I really should be working on but I have Bad Batch brain worms and I'm so fucking frustrated I can't focus on it right not but-

Here's what I would've done:

End the 15 episode with them all under the tree. "Whatever we want, kid. Whatever we want."

Boom, that's it. There it's done. Episode ends there.

THEN!! Have another episode that deals with the aftermath of everything. Considering they're all in their armor and whatnot still, it looks like the last moments happen like almost IMMEDIATELY after they get back.

We don't get to see Wrecker and Crosshair talk or do ANYTHING in reaction to the injuries they sustained on Tantiss. They don't further interact with Omega or really each other. So use that 16th episode to have them do that.

Give Tech a proper send off since ya'll wanted to keep him dead or whatever in that 16th episode and finally talk about him. Let Phee be there too. Actually have an emotional conversation with weight to it. There's SO much there you can explore.

THEN end it with the timeskip with DILF-ier Hunter and a grown up Omega.

Then that would make it all feel a little more complete than abrupt like how it felt for me.

OR

Okay, so you don't want to have a 16th episode? You just want the 15? That's fine. I have an idea for that too!

Alright, everything is the same, you end it with the tree, fade to black okay.

Instead of the timeskip, that portion would've been better served to give Tech his send off. To finally fucking acknowledge him and talk about him outside of being the "brains."

That would've been your chance to have that conversation.

As much as I loved Hunter and Omega's conversation, as hot as Hunter was, and as fucking touching as it was to see Hunter old and alive and living; I think it would've been much better to have that time to talk about Tech instead or something.

Originally, while I was watching it and when I noticed it was an older Omega my immediate thought was "Oh no, is she visiting their graves??" because I couldn't be sure of the timeline and clones age twice as fast so I didn't know how much time had passed.

That wasn't the case (thank god, my heart can only handle one clone grave scene) but I think that honoring Tech and REALLY honoring him - not off hand mentions or staring at broken goggles - would've fit PERFECTLY there.

And don't have it be a timeskip because that timeskip, as wholesome as it was (and again, as fucking hot as Hunter was) just left me feeling empty. I felt like I missed out on a huge chunk of something and I didn't like that.

Just...something where a few days after recovering from everything they all have a moment and sit down and talk about Tech or something. Just something.

Anyways, that's it for my ramblings. That's just how I would've done it.

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter Five: Time —❃

series masterlist

Chapter warnings: light cursing, mentions of pregnancy, death, everything that comes with euphoria

Author's note: Is was the first chapter for this book I ever wrote!! As always, italics are flashbacks to moments they had during teotfw that I just didn’t write. Enjoy!!

—❃

“Do you like kids?” Alyssa asked, glancing over at fezco as the two sat together on the beach. They had been sitting on the beach watching the stars at her dads house, one of the more peaceful moments they had together before they got caught. Besides, Alyssa believed the stars always looked more beautiful reflected on the water.

“Hmm?” He hummed, look looking away from the sky as he drew careful patterns with his eyes.

“Kids, ya like em?” She said, sighing as she thought back to her family. Truth is she missed them, as much as she hated to admit it. After finding out she had a hidden brother, Alyssa had been feeling a lot of different emotions. She had thought about kids, and if she would ever want them.

“Depends on the kid. My brother’s pretty chill.” Fezco replied, making Alyssa nod. She knew he missed ashtray, she also knew that seeing a boy around his age probably made him miss him more.

“That's right. I don't think I want kids.”

He looked over at her with furrowed eyebrows when she blurted out the last part.

“Why not ma?” He asked softly, making Alyssa sigh.

“Just more a chance ill fuck them up.” She mumbled, hugging her knees to her chest as fezco shrugged.

“I don't see it that way. You know? It's like, a chance to start new.” He explained, making Alyssa nod. She never thought of it taht way. Truthfully, she didn’t want kids.

“I guess. But kids are a lot of work. My siblings are just whiny babies.” She explained, making Fezco chuckle. “Their heads do smell nice though.”

“Yeah, I guess that's a plus.”

They let a silence pass by, followed by the quiet sounds of waves from the beach. Alyssa looked over at him, watching the starlight shine against his blue eyes. She had rethought a lot of things after meeting fez, she wondered what else might change because of him.

“Would you ever want kids Fez?” She asked gently, making him shrug.

“You know, i haven't really thought of that. I guess i wont know until, until i meet the right moma for my kid.” Ge explained, and she nodded in agreement, hugging her knees closer as she rest her chin against her knee.

“Yeah.” She sighed, letting the air reset her brain as she thought silently. “Fez?”

“Yeah ma?”

“Would you ever want kids with me?” She asked, and Fezco’s face turned a bright red shade. She didn’t know why she asked, she wasn’t sure, but she knew it had something to do with the comfort and safety she felt when she was around him. The warmth he brought.

“Shit ma, maybe we should focus on escaping the police first.”

“Yeah, I guess you're right.”

She took that as a no, that he wouldn't want kids witty her. How could he? She knew any kid she had would just turn out like her. As much as she could try, try to be better than her parents, she'd think it'd be almost like a curse that loomed over their heads. Who would want her as a mom?

—❃

“Fez, we gotta talk.” Alyssa said, urgently running into Fezco’s apartment. He did a double take as she ran in, having been anticipating mouse’s a rival after the police raided his house.

“Lyss, whatchu doin here. I told you to stay home.” He said, having prewarned her not to turn up.

“I know but um, it’s really important.”

Both their head whipped to the door when a loud pounding was heard.

“Open up boy!” Mouse’s voice called from the other end, making Alyssa’s heart drop.

“I swear to god Alyssa you better be tellin me you’re dyin or some shit or I swear to..”

“Im pregnant.” She said, interrupting him. And there he stood x his jaw slightly agape trying to process the words she had just said.

“Huh?”

“Fez! They’re comin in!” Ashtray said, pulling Fezco out of his day dream as he jaw remained open.

“What do we have here? Am I interrupting?” Mouse asked, raising his eyebrows teasingly making Alyssa shudder.

“No, no not at all, scary man.” She said, whispering the last bit to fezco.

“Stay behind me ma.” He said protectively, carefully pushing her behind him.

“No need to hide doll. Come on out.” Mouse tutted, smiling disgustingly at me as I stepped out slightly.

“Hey, she ain’t botherin nobody.” Fezco said protectively, clenching his fists.

“I just want her to step out the shadows, yeah? No need for daddy’s protection is there.” Mouse flicked his fingers for me to come to him as fezco shuddered at his comment.

That one was a little too soon.

“Go to my room ma, just wait for me to…”

“No one’s going nowhere. Now sit.” He patted the spot beside him. “Come on doll, I don’t bite.”

She looked to fezco worriedly, and he nodded at her to let her know he was nearby, with protection.

At Least he used protection this time. What too soon?

“I heard you got raided.” Mouse said, placing a hand on Alyssa’s thigh, making Fez’s fists clenched.

“Yeah. They didn’t find nothin though.” Fezco replied, hoping to get mouse to leave without any problems.

“I’d hope not.”

“We good?”

“I don’t know, are we good doll?” He began running his fingers down my face, making her whole body shiver before she heard Ashtray yell loudly.

“Take one move closer and I swear to god I’ll smash your fucking head off!” Ashtray shouted,before finally deciding to smash him over the head, and also smash off Custers nose making Custer scream in pain. And suddenly I was there again. I’m the house, and by the look in his eyes, so was Fez. We both looked at each other knowingly before back at Ashtray pleadingly.

“Yo, bro, what the fuck!” He said, tan his hands down his head before looking at Alyssa who had the same look on her face. “What the fuck is goin on in this house!?” He shook his head, looking at the scene before him. Me in shock, pregnant with his baby, ashtray in shock, having just committed murder, Custer screaming in pain from his nose being smashed off, and mouse dead.

“Yo, what the fuck.”

[irafuwas]

silly little theory about Lilia's possible UM

The majority of the cast has revealed or awakened their Unique Magic (UM) by now, and so far we've seen most of the usual types of magic often depicted in fantasy media: transformation magic, mind control, shield spells, curses, elemental magic, and so on and so forth. But I noticed that we still haven't seen any healing-based UMs. Restorative/Healing magic is pretty much a given in fantasy settings, and we know characters can use healing spells during in-game battles, so I feel it's only a matter of time before we get a UM that can heal wounds/reverse damage.

Now I don't know about you all, but when I think of "healing magic" and "Disney", the first thing that comes to mind is Rapunzel's healing incantation from Tangled (and its spinoff TV show, Tangled the Series). And out of all the characters we've yet to see display their UM, I think there's a chance Lilia might end up having a healing type of spell - one that's activated by him singing, just like how Rapunzel uses her powers.

To keep things organized, I'm going to break down this post into two parts, and will begin by talking about some of the similarities between Disney's Tangled and Silver and Lilia.

(Please note: This post contains minor spoilers for Book 7.)

Part 1. Silver and Lilia / Rapunzel and Gothel

Silver has many obvious similarities to Aurora and Prince Philip - and just to Disney princesses, in general - but I've been thinking for a while that there might also be some Rapunzel-esque elements at play in his and Lilia's story.

Similarities in Silver and Rapunzel's backgrounds

For those unfamiliar with the movie, Tangled tells the story of a girl named Rapunzel who has long, golden hair. Whenever she sings an ancient incantation, her hair starts to glow, and anyone who takes hold of the magic strands will be healed of almost any wound or bodily alteration - even aging. Rapunzel lives together with her mother, Gothel, up in a tower hidden deep within the forest. But unbeknownst to the young girl, Gothel had actually kidnapped Rapunzel not long after she was born, and her birth parents are the king and queen of the small kingdom they reside in.

Fearful of her crime possibly coming to light, Gothel forbids Rapunzel from ever leaving home, and it's not until the eve of her 18th birthday that Rapunzel finally descends to the ground for the first time since she was a baby.

Silver, too, is theorized by many to be descended from royalty. Different characters like Vil and Idia have commented on his princely looks, and his kind heart and unwavering sense of justice set him apart from most of the cast. Like Rapunzel and other Disney princesses, he also has an affinity for animals and can often be seen accompanied by blue birds and other small woodland creatures.

Akin to Rapunzel, he was raised deep within the woods of Briar Valley by his adoptive father, Lilia, who claims to have found him abandonded as baby. Instead of going to the school in town, his father homeschooled him at their little cottage, and though we don't know to what extent he was kept at home, he appears to have been pretty isolated growing up.

Rapunzel's one and only friend growing up was a little chameleon named Pascal, and the two of them spent a lot of time together whenever Gothel would leave to restock their supplies or enjoy some time in town. Silver, too, spent most of his time with his animal companions whenever his father would leave to go traveling.

How Rapunzel finds the truth, and possible tie-in with Silver's future origin story reveal

Near the end of the movie, Gothel forces Rapunzel back to the tower, and as she sits all alone once more in her dark room, she contemplates everything that happened on her journey. She thinks about the sun shaped emblem she kept seeing in town all day, how it perfectly resembles the same shape she's been painting on the walls of her bedroom all her life. Hasn't she seen it somewhere before? Somewhere far above her, out of her reach, on the edges of her memory. And she thinks back to the stone mural she saw in the town square, the one of King Frederik and Queen Arianna smiling with pride with their infant daughter in their arms. Don't her green eyes match the baby's eyes? Doesn't her golden hair resemble the baby's shining locks? And she thinks further back, to before she left the tower, when she tried on that shining crown that Eugene had been hiding in his bag. And like a lightning bolt, it hits her: That was her crown. She's the lost princess the entire kingdom has been desperately looking for all this time.

In Chapter 1 of Book 7, Silver comes across an ornate, crown-shaped ring while going through some of the clutter in Lilia's room. Silver murmurs that he feels like he's seen the ring somewhere before, and then a powerful wave of drowsiness strikes him. But perhaps instead of trying to pull him under... it was trying to awaken something in him - trying to dredge up some memory his heart had tucked away so deeply it had only ever felt to the boy like some distant echo of a dream he once had long, long ago.

Mother Gothel and Lilia

Focusing on Gothel and Lilia for a bit, one commonality I noticed pretty early on is how both of them are much older than they appear to be. Although Gothel's exact age has never been confirmed, she's believed to be at least a thousand years old. And Lilia isn't far behind, clocking in at nearly 700. While Gothel relies on the magic imbued in Rapunzel's body to sustain her youthful form, we do not know yet if Lilia simply naturally looks the way he does or if he's doing something to make him appear so young.

Lilia's black hair and garnet eyes always reminded me of Gothel's color scheme, especially when his Tamashina-Mina card was revealed.

It's too soon to say whether or not Silver came to Lilia under nefarious circumstances, or whether Lilia knows who Silver's birth family is and what not, but the fact still stands that Lilia and Gothel have the following points in common:

Both are very secretive about their pasts, even towards their children

Both chose to raise their adoptive children in secluded areas and mostly kept them at home

Both are much older than their appearances belie

Both would often leave their young children home alone to go run errands and explore the world

Both can be very flippant about how their actions affect others (listen, I am a lilia oshi so pls don't @ me. the guy can be pretty damn selfish. refer to endless halloween and like all of book 7 :///)

Both have a black/garnet color scheme

I do understand that many of the points I've made so far also apply to Briar Rose (e.g., she was raised secluded in the woods, didn't know she was from royalty, her caregivers kept secrets from her, etc.), but for the sake of this theory, I'm just focusing on things from a Tangled perspective.

Part 2. Lilia's Unique Magic: A Healing Incantation

Now, I'd like to focus on why I think Lilia's UM will be activated through song. He's mentioned several times how much of a music lover he is, and together with Kalim and Cater he's one of the only remaining members of NRC's Pop Music Club. Kalim even reveals that Lilia is the one who taught him how to play the drums.

We've heard from other students how dreadful Lilia's singing voice is, which appears to be some sort of heavy metal screamo. Lilia himself claims he can sing a crying baby to sleep in just a few seconds, but whether that's due to his great singing prowess or the poor child fainting from shock remains a point of contention.

With his penchant for music and singing, I feel it's entirely within the realm of possibility for Lilia to activate his UM by singing. And again, since we haven't had any healing-based UMs yet, and since there is a pretty renown healing song already in the Disney canon, and with all of Lilia and Silver's similarities with Rapunzel and Gothel, could it be that his UM is a healing song?

With all of that being said, seeing as this is Twisted Wonderland, what if instead of Mother Gothel kidnapping an infant princess and using the child's magic to sustain her own life, we get Lilia using his unique magic to save an abandoned newborn prince, slowly and gradually giving up his own own life force over the years to keep the child from succumbing to his endless slumber. And so the story goes:

One day, somewhere in a faraway land that had been long forgotten by the world and abandoned by time, Lilia stumbles across the strangest kingdom he's ever seen. He can tell by the architecture and the writing on some of the buildings that it must be a human settlement, but it's so quiet - much too quiet to be a place inhabited by people. He wanders through the town, past the baker, who snores quietly into a pillow of hardened dough, past the blacksmith, who's slumped on the ground with a half-finished sword in hand, the hot metal long cooled down. He climbs the tall, stone steps up into the castle, walks through a maze of hallways and rooms before reaching what looks to be the young heir's nursey. He looks inside the bassinet and thinks the child is dead at first - so slow and so shallow are the baby's breathes as it dreams and dreams. He places a wary hand on its chest - just to be sure - and lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as he feels the child's rapid heartbeat thrumming against his palm.

He could save the child, perhaps. His unique magic, a powerful healing incantation renown throughout the Valley, might be able to lift whatever curse had been placed on the residents of this strange kingdom. His curiosity piqued, Lilia pulls his long hair in front of him and blankets the baby with his dark strands.

As the spell comes to an end and the glow starts to fade from his hair, the baby's tinny cry sounds out from the bassinet. Lilia pulls his hair back behind him and staggers as he sits down to catch his breath. The spell takes a considerable toll on his magic reserves, and he'd been warned countless times before by fae much older and wiser than him that overusing his powers would ultimately cost him his life. Waking up the child felt like a punch to the gut, and he closes his eyes with a shiver thinking about trying to rouse all the other sleeping townspeople he'd seen on the way there.

The baby's increasingly louder cries pull Lilia away from his thoughts, and he slowly rises to his feet, keeping one hand on the bassinet to steady himself. "Shit," Lilia hisses under his breath. I'm going to need at least a day's rest before I can use my unique magic again. But I can't just leave him here...

He gingerly picks up the red-faced infant and starts rocking him. Lilia hadn't held a baby since Malleus was born so many centuries ago, and he has to readjust the screaming child in his arms a few times before he remembers how to do it.

"Shh, shh. It's alright, I'm here. You're okay."

It feels like an eternity until the baby finally stills. Deciding he'd had more than enough adventure for one day, thank you, he turns around and retraces his steps back out to the castle entrance, through the town gates, and beyond to the surrounding forest, where he'd left his horse and the rest of his gear. He figures he'll keep the baby with him overnight, and then return tomorrow to try and wake up one of his parents.

But Lilia notices something's wrong as he wakes up to the sunlight filtering through his makeshift tent the next morning. The baby is still there where he left him, swaddled next to him in the only clean shirt Lilia could find in his pack, but he doesn't stir when Lilia gently tries to nudge the child awake. He still doesn't awaken even when Lilia bangs some pots together and screams at him to open his eyes.

Lilia frowns, and starts unbraiding his hair with shaking hands.

"When I sing my healing incantation for him, he wakes up fine enough. He just doesn't stay awake. It's always a matter of time before the curse begins to reactivate again."

As soon as Lilia returned to the Valley, he called on every doctor, elder mage, and experts on ancient curses he could find. Each of them came to inspect the child in turn, and they'd nod their heads and say "I see, I see" as Lilia told them what happened, and then they'd poke and prod at the baby and scribble in their notebooks and poke some more before finally shaking their heads and leaving Lilia with just a weak pat on the back and a whispered "Good luck". After a month of fruitless visits, he decided to put his investigation on hold and just focus on caring for the newborn, whom he'd named Silver. It was then that Malleus finally found an opportunity to sneak away from the castle to come visit, and he listened with a frown as Lilia recounted the tale.

Quietly, Malleus replies, "I see. So that means... You'd need to keep using your unique magic on him over and over again to keep the curse at bay. Correct?"

Lilia clears his throat before answering. "Correct."

Malleus's pinched face says Are you really sure about this?, but he remains silent as he watches Lilia rock the sleeping child in his arms. Lilia is thankful for his young charge's apprehension - he doesn't think he could find an answer if Malleus asked for one.

And yet - night after night, without a moment's hesitation, Lilia tucks his long, long hair into the child's tiny hand, and the words start spilling out of his mouth - always slow at first, but steady - flowing faster as he closes his eyes and accepts that there's no turning back from what he's done.

And he sings:

Flower, gleam and glow

Let your power shine

Make the clock reverse

Bring back what once was mine

Heal what has been hurt

Change the Fates' design

Save what has been lost

Bring back what once was mine

What once was mine

[purplesurveys]

1844

What did you have for dinner tonight?: It's only 10 AM, but last night we went to Solaire to watch Miss Saigon and we went with an Asian spread. I got bao, rice paper rolls, and pad thai.

If you were given a million dollars, what would you spend it on? I'd keep a good portion of it as savings and not touch it until I'm like, 65; the rest I would give to my parents.

Have you ever cried in front of your parents over a boyfriend or girlfriend?: Nope.

What does your bedroom smell like right now?: Like coffee, I'm guessing.

Have you ever shaved off your eyebrow before?: I've never done that but I did have trichotillomania growing up so I had phases where I was missing chunks of my eyebrows.

Do you want to have a boy or girl whenever you have kids?: Girl.

Your pregnant with twins: What do you name them?: Definitely not similar names like Kaye and Kate as it would only make me more confused haha.

Describe your outfit.: Only in loungewear today as I'm at home, but last night I had on a dark green halter dress that went down to a bit above my knees. It also had a slit on the left leg side. I wore black heels and a small black shoulder bag as well.

What gigabyte is your memory card?: I haven't had a hard drive since high school, even though I know I really should invest in one.

What brand is your digital camera?: I don't own a digicam but damn if those things aren't seeing a resurgence lately. I might be the only one in my age group left who still doesn't have one.

When was the last time you hung out with your best friend?: Angela came over last month just to hang out and have some heart to hearts here and there.

What is a movie you're waiting to see?: I've been meaning to watch The Iron Claw. It's not all the time that a movie centered around wrestling gets to be produced and becomes critically-acclaimed at that, so I'm looking forward to seeing it.

Who was the last person to cook something for you?: Apart from the crew at Solaire lol, my mom.

Do you ever sit and think what if about something?: Sure, I think it's inevitable to come across those thoughts every now and then.

If so, what is it?: It's always very different. Like what if we're one of those families able to migrate, what if Kimi was still alive, what if I chose to be a journalist...there's a million scenarios with a million possibilities and how actively my mind runs I could be thinking about anything.

What’s on tv right now?: My own TV isn't it but I know my sister is watching some streamer play video games in the living room TV.

Do you ever stop and smell the roses?: Sure, if I remember to.

Where do you download music from?: I listen to music on Spotify but never download cause it'd take up so much storage if I were to download all the albums I like.

How many channels do you have on your tv?: Don't really throw around the word 'channels' anymore, but as for apps we have subscriptions to and regularly use it'd be Netflix, YouTube, Disney+, Prime, Apple TV, and quite recently this local sports channel since it's the only one in the country that airs WWE live.

What are you most scared of?: Getting cancer or dementia. < This, but these circumstances happening to my family. I honestly don't think I'd care as much if it happened to me.

If you were given a chance to bring someone back to life, who would you choose?: No one. If it's their time, it's their time; and I don't want to fuck around with grief.

Do you talk to any of your ex boyfriend/girlfriend?: Nope.

If so, which one?:

What is your mom doing right now?: I think she's on her phone just reliving our Miss Saigon experience last night haha. I'm glad she really enjoyed it! She watched the 2000 Manila tour – it was still Lea Salonga playing Kim - and I call out Lea cause she set such a high standard for Kim; and it made me worried that her Gen X self might end up simply comparing the 2024 show to what she watched 24 years ago.

I was happy and relieved it wasn't the case and she had so much fun. As for me my soft spot was hit all evening knowing that she originally watched with my dad, and now she got to watch the play with her three kids.

Are you currently listening to music?: I'm not.

What is the weather like right now?: I mean it's your typical weather in the Philippines in April. Approaching 40C, humid, uncomfortably and nearly painfully hot.

Do you like new music or older music?: I think it's a good mix.

Do you agree that abortion is wrong?: No.

If you could make a law, what would kind of law would you make?: I just wanted to get rid of e-bikes on highways but the government has already been on that so yay hahaha.

What was the last video game you played?: Mario Kart 8 on the Switch.

What is currently going on in the room you're in right now?: Apart from me taking this, noting.

Do you know where your best friend is?: I'm almost certain she is at home as it is still quite early.

Who was the last person to comment you on Facebook?: Angela, I think.

What is your display picture of on Facebook?: Me posing in front of the Impact Arena in Bangkok a few hours before Yoongi's concert.

Do you ever sit and think about the past?: Just occasionally.

If you could relive any moment in time: what would it be?: Let's go with a recent memory – Wrestlemania Sunday with 200 Cody-crazed fans watching the ref count to three.

Are you a talker or a listener?: Listener.

What is one food you will not eat?: Mango.

Do you eat anything now that you never used to eat?: Curry and wasabi.

Have you ever kissed the same sex?: Yes.

When does school start this year?: Haven't been in school since 2020.

What genre of music do you refuse to listen to?: Country. Which is why it's taking me forever to take on Cowboy Carter hahaha.

Do you ever shout for absolutely no reason?: I don't think so. If I scream it's always for a reason lol.

Have you stuck with your new years resolution?: I don't make em.

Do you need to lose any weight right now?: No. If anything I need to gain some. I was well under 100lbs at my last physical exam and the nurses also told me I had low blood pressure which had to do with my weight, so it might be healthiest to gain a few pounds.

What is something you want right now?: I wish I can just stay at home but alas I've been booked the last few days haha. Saturday - Work event Sunday morning - Wrestlemania Saturday Monday morning - Wrestlemania Sunday Tuesday - Miss Saigon Wednesday - Afternoon out with Bea and Kata Thursday & Friday - Work Saturday - Rest Sunday - Work event

Even then it's still kinda hard to be excited about Saturday because I know it's sandwiched between two busy days anyway.

Do you hate when you see teachers in stores?: I don't hate it but I also don't wish for it to happen.

What always puts a smile on your face?: My dogs.

Where can I find you on a Saturday night?: At home with a cup of coffee.

What is the best thing about Sundays?: The free time - for the most part, at least.

What is your music provider (itunes, windows media player): I just use Spotify.

How many songs do you have?: I don't download songs.

When was the last time you had a period?: Two weeks ago.

Why do you think the sky is blue?: Idk.

If you could change the sky to any color which would you choose?: I wouldn't change it. We get different colors already anyway.

Is there anything wrong with you right now?: I mean I'm running on 2 hours of sleep so I don't super particularly feel my best rn but I think I'll manage.

Do you hate when people stare at you?: It bothers me a little bit, yeah.

What always makes you angry, no matter what?: Toddlers throwing a tantrum.

[lucy90712]

Can you do a cafe meet cute with cuddles with Pedro Acosta ? Much apreciated!

When my parents told me we were going on holiday to the south of Spain I was excited but since we've gotten here all we have done is gone to the beach which is nice but I want to go and explore as we are in such a beautiful area. Today I'm going to do just that as last night I told my parents that I was going out for the day and I woke up early this morning to make the most of the day. The first thing I wanted to do was go and get coffee and some breakfast at a cafe I've seen when we walked to the beach as it looks really cute and it's always quite busy so it must be good. On my walk I took in the scenery properly as I haven't had the chance to properly look around Murcia even though it's such a beautiful place. If I could I'd stay here forever but sadly at some point our holiday will end and I'll have to go back home. 

Once I reached the cafe I read the menu outside for a moment as I didn't want to embarrass myself by standing in there for ages trying to work out what everything was. Eventually I worked out what I wanted and headed inside to order. I fully expected them to ask me to pay first as that's what usually happens when I'm at home but they told me to stand to the side and wait for my order to be ready which took me by surprise but I went and stood next to the one guy waiting. While I waited I looked through my phone and got engrossed texting my friend as the other guys order was called and then mine which is when I put my phone away to go and pay. As I walked up the barista handed me my drink and the pastry I ordered for my breakfast but then she began to walk away.

"Excuse me I need to play for these still" I said 

"The guy before paid for yours as well so you are all good" she replied 

That took me by surprise but I thanked the barista anyway and headed to find a seat and see if the guy was still around so I could thank him. I took a quick look around and saw the guy sat in the back corner on his phone which made me a little nervous to go and talk to him in case I interrupt him but I wanted to thank him and it's not like I'm going to see him again so I made myself go and do it. As I walked over he looked up and smiled at me which made me even more nervous especially as I actually looked at him for the first time and he was actually really cute. 

"Hi thank from for paying for me you didn't have to do that" I said 

"Don't worry about it it's my pleasure, you can join me if you like" he said 

"Are you sure I don't want to bother you" I said 

"No it's fine just sit" he encouraged and so I did 

He reached over and pulled out the chair opposite him for me to sit down which I did and then we got to talking so I could learn more about the stranger I found myself sat with. First he told me his name was Pedro and then I found out he is my age which was good to know as it meant he really is just a nice guy and probably not some weirdo trying to get my attention. We continued to get to know each other and he told me that he was from this area so he gave me some good place to go to. As it turns out Pedro is a really lovely guy he was happy to sit and listen to me and wait for me to try and figure out how to say what I wanted to in Spanish as I'm not fluent. We got to know each other quite well before Pedro offered to give me a bit of a tour of the area which wasn't in my plans but I couldn't say no as I'm sure he knows more than I do plus spending more time with Pedro sounds quite nice. 

We walked towards the main square together and Pedro pointed out some good places to go to eat which I tried to remember but I still probably forget some. As we got into the square some people came up to Pedro asking to take pictures which really confused me and to begin with I thought I'd misunderstood what they said but when they got their phones out I realised I was right. I ended up taking the pictures while wondering if I had accidentally met someone who's famous is Spain without me knowing. Once the people left Pedro tried to just move on but I just stood looking at him wanting at least some sort of answer as to why those people wanted pictures with him as that not just a normal thing for most people.

"I'm guessing you want to know why that happened" he said 

"It would be nice" I replied 

"Well I race motorbikes which is a pretty big sport over here so sometimes people recognise me" he explained 

"Thats really cool I'm going to need you to tell me more now" I said 

I think he could tell I wasn't going to let this go easily as he suggested we go and sit on the beach and he'd explain more and show me some pictures so I practically ran down to the sand to find somewhere quiet to sit. Pedro laughed at how eager I was but I didn't care as I just wanted to know more about him as now I think there's more to him than he was letting on. He quickly got out his phone and showed me some pictures of him from race weekends and in most of them he had a trophy so I knew he was good at what he does. Then he showed me some pictures from when he won what he called the moto3 world championship which he then explained was the lowest class in Grand Prix racing. It took some explaining but eventually I worked out how this whole racing thing worked and when it all made more sense I was able to understand just how good Pedro actually was to be at the level he is at his age. We watched some clips of him racing and I was just in awe as they just go so quick and some of the gaps they go through seem impossible to make work. 

It was just amazing watching him race so if I get nothing else from this holiday I will definitely be watching racing more often. I could've sat watching clips for hours but instead the two of us got up and walked along the beach for a bit enjoying the warm weather as there isn't enough of it where I'm from. I was having so much fun that I almost forgot that I'd only met Pedro this morning as it felt like we'd known each other for years and were catching up but we'd actually only been talking for a few hours. He was just such a nice guy and I could tell that there wasn't a bad bone in his body which made me feel completely comfortable walking around and spending time with what others would consider a stranger. 

After walking around for a while Pedro asked if I'd like to go back to his for a drink and some food as it was well past lunchtime. Most people would probably not go through with an offer like that but I trust Pedro so I said yes which was definitely the right decision as when I did he jokingly promised he wouldn't kidnap me. The walk wasn't too long but it probably took us longer than it should've as we were laughing and joking so much but it was fine as we made it eventually. When we went in Pedro went and made us some lunch which I tried to help with but he didn't let me so I just ended up sat on one of the kitchen counters watching. In the end I made him agree to let me do the washing up so I did that while he finished plating up the food and then we went to sit down together.

After lunch Pedro and I kept talking until it was starting to get late and I should be heading back to my hotel before my parents think I've actually been kidnapped. I really didn't want to leave as I've really enjoyed my day with Pedro but at some point it always had to come to and end. He offered to walk back to my hotel with me seeing as it was getting late and so we went together but neither of us were as talkative as we have been all day. The fact that this day was coming to an end seemingly upset both of us as not only were we more quiet than usual but we were both purposely walking slow so we could spend more time together. Eventually we reached my hotel and both just stopped outside not saying anything. 

"How much longer are you here for?" Pedro asked breaking the silence 

"Until the end of the week" I replied 

"Promise me we'll see each other again before then I'll give you my number just text me whenever you're not doing anything" he said 

"I promise I'll text you" I said 

With that he gave me his phone number and pulled me into a hug to say goodbye which I didn't want to end but it did and I had to go inside to explain where I'd been all day. 

~~~~~~~~~

Five years later 

Finally after having moved a few days ago I have finally got to the last box which I'm very glad about as I'm absolutely exhausted after working on unpacking for a few days straight. Just as I dragged the last box so I could sit on the sofa to go through it the front door opened making me jump slightly. Straight away I hauled myself off the sofa and headed to the door where I was met with the sight of my wonderful husband Pedro who had just got back from a training session at the gym. Once he noticed me stood there he quickly put his things away before coming over and pulling me into a hug before leaning back to kiss me. After he had greeted me his hands made their way to my stomach so he could greet our baby who I'm currently 6 months pregnant with. 

"So what have you been up to today?" He asked 

"I've almost finished unpacking there’s just one box left which I just opened before you got home" I replied 

"That's great but remember you have to take it easy I don't want anything happening to you or baby" he said 

"I know I've been taking breaks and I've done as much as I can from the sofa" I reassured him 

"Good now let me help you with the last box" he said 

We walked to the sofa together or more like he walked and I kind of waddled as my bump is starting to get in the way a bit more now. Pedro fully opened up the box and started pulling random things out which he put to the side until he picked up something that brought back so many memories. He was holding a framed picture which we never had up in our last place but it was of the two of us from the week we met while I was on holiday in Spain. It was taken a few days after we'd first met when Pedro joined me at the beach with my family. The picture was one that my parents took of the two of us messing around together and at the time they told me to keep hold of the picture which I didn't understand but now I get it they could just tell where the future was heading. It was funny to think that back then we didn't even know if we'd ever see each other again yet here we are married in our new house with a baby on the way. 

Next Pedro pulled out a photo album which has pictures from throughout our relationship in it. We went through it together looking at pictures from our first date, the first race I ever went to, the day he asked me to marry him, our wedding and lastly a few pictures of the positive pregnancy tests I had and our first ultrasound. Seeing our relationship laid out perfectly in a set of photos nearly made me cry as it made me realise just how much we've done together as I don't often think about how we got to this point in that much detail. I did start crying when Pedro handed me a plane ticket which sounds silly but it's so much more than that. It's the plane ticket Pedro used to come and visit me as a surprise a few weeks after I'd gone back home because he realised he liked me and he wanted to do something before anyone else could. That's not what made me cry though as much as it's cute it's the fact that he kept the plane ticket this whole time. 

"I can't believe you kept this" I said 

"Why would I not this plane ticket was how we got here today it means a lot to me" he said 

"Thats so sweet" I said 

"I can't believe how much has happened in the last 5 years it's hard to believe that if one of us had just gone to the cafe a few minutes earlier or later we wouldn't be here today" Pedro reflected 

"I'm so glad everything happened the way it did though as I couldn't be happier" I said 

"Me too I can't imagine a life without you" he said 

[petitelepus]

Dwarf mini x worgen druid partner

Minimus Ambus was on a quest to find his long-lost brother Dominus Ambus. His brother had gone missing during the Third war against the Scourge and Dwarfs being one of the races blessed with long age, he knew his brother might still be alive.

But this was Scourge they were talking about. Hideous undead monsters that followed the wicked Lich King's every order.

Minimus just wanted a conclusion. He wanted to know if his brother was dead so he could mourn or if he was alive so he could keep trying to find him.

He had followed the latest rumors about his brother to Stranglethorn Vale and into a pirate port city called Booty Bay. A place where members of both Alliance and Horde were welcome if they promised to behave and had some gold to pay their bill at the tavern.

The air was hot and humid as Minimus Ambus entered The Salty Sailor's Tavern. The place was decently filled with representatives of the Alliance and Horde, humans and orcs, and many other races.

A goblin was minding the bar and Minimus stepped forward, taking a seat.

"What can I get ya?" The green-skinned creature asked and Minimus frowned, "I'm looking for someone."

"Aren't we all?" The bartender chuckled as he spat into a pint to clean it with a rag. Minimus noted not to accept anything from that glass.

"Dominus Ambus. Have you heard of him?" He asked and the goblin shrugged, "Maybe I have, maybe I haven't."

Minimus frowned, but before he could do anything, the bartender grinned, "Maybe a couple of gold coins will refresh my memory?"

The dwarf was partly happy and not that his mustache and beard covered his frown and he was about to reach for the gold purse hanging on his hip when someone else spoke.

"C'mon Skindle, don't be an ass and tell the dwarf what he wants to know!"

Minimus looked to his right side and saw a woman half human and half wolf. A white wolf at that. A worgen. Based on their leather clothes adorned with feathers and symbols of moon, they were a Druid.

The goblin behind the counter frowned as he slammed the pint on the table.

"Mind your own business wolf girl!"

"Robbing a man looking for their brother isn't exactly okay in my books you snake!" She shouted and the goblin frowned as they looked between Minimus and the worgen before finally he gave up.

"Look, a lot of people pass through here! I can't possibly know everyone!"

Minimus scowled and was about to complain but an undead on the other side of the bar demanded to have their pint filled so the goblin took his chance to escape the conversation.

Minimus was far from pleased with the way the conversation had ended but he turned towards the worgen to thank them, "I thank you for your assistance."

"No worries handsome." The worgen smiled and patted the seat next to her, "Wanna sit and talk?"

Minimus nodded as he climbed into the high seat and the worgen pushed her pint to him, "Want some?"

"No thank you, I don't drink."

"Funny," The worgen grinned, "Me neither. It's coconut juice."

"Oh," Minimus blinked, "In that case."

He grabbed the pint and took a good swing and he was pleasantly surprised by the sweet taste of coconut that drenched his dry throat.

"Thank you," He thanked the worgen and she smiled, "I heard you were looking for someone called Dominus Ambus? Your brother?"

"Yes, do you know him?"

"Sadly, no, but I've heard tales of him and his Paladin abilities." The white worgen said with a smile, "It would be an honor to meet him someday."

"Then we both think the same way," Minimus said before taking another sip of the juice. The worgen chuckled as she played with her fingers and looked at him. "Do you have any idea where he might be?"

"Sadly, this place was my last straw to find information about him." The dwarf replied.

"You know, I heard a rumor that some Paladins stayed near Northrend who fought during war. Have you thought about going there?"

"I have, but I wanted to check if the rumors of him being here were real..."

Sensing that the atmosphere had gone from peppy to gloomy, the worgen frowned... Before smiling.

"You know, my uncle used to say that dwarfs are half of real men." You said with a smile and Minimus raised an eyebrow, "Really now?"

You grinned like a wolf with a rabbit in its teeth, "I say he was a fool."

"That's awful," Minimus said but as bad as your pickup line was, Minimus couldn't help but smile a little. You had tried to cheer him up and you had succeeded, "My name is Minimus Ambus, and you are?"

The worgen introduced herself and that is how Minimus Ambus met you.

[autisticempathydaemon]

For the redacted match-ups~ this is my first time participating in something like this so I'm really excited! I hope you're not too overwhelmed by the amount of asks I'm sure you're getting.

Okay so, at the moment I'm fixated on a bunch of Lacuna coil songs, but if we're talking about songs that represent me, we'll need to go back to my month-long fixation on the Bocchi the rock! soundtrack that only faded a week ago. "Guitar, loneliness and the blue planet" has made me cry multiple times. Specifically the end of the bridge towards the last chorus "Even if it's just this moment now! / Hear me… listen to me! / I am here! I am here! / I'm alive at this moment right now! / I try to scream out loud but not even a scribble of sound ever escapes from my own mouth". This is just the English translation, I promise it sounds better in Japanese.

Anyway, for the enneagram, I've taken a couple of tests and have gotten 3-4 different types, none of which I feel describe me. If it helps, my MBTI is INFP which I've gotten multiple times when taking the test and heavely identify with.

My imaginary friends were the Disney princesses. I'd imagine them sitting in my room and we would hold regular council meetings. After I moved countries it became plants instead. I imagined I could talk to them and used to vent to them a lot.

I moved to another country when I was little and no one could pronounce my name so I kinda grew up hating it and always wanted to change it. I love my name now and if I had to change it, it'd still be to something from my culture instead of something easier to pronounce. I'd either name myself Vasiliki (meaning royal) just because I think it suits me, or Agne (pronounced ag-nee with stress on the last sylable, meaning pure) because it is indirectly tied to the name I have now.

I don't care about Aaron and Ollie. I'm not attracted to men, I like Redacted for the plot and they have no plot. I only watched their videos because I ran out of other videos to watch.

A (queer)platonic relatioship with Camelopardalis fill with me joy. I want to hug him, kiss him, and I want to sit in silence with this man while we each do different things.

I am (sometimes literally) unable to talk when I'm tired, let alone ramble. But when I have the energy (and feel comfortable enough) to do so, I will overexcitedly talk about my latest fixation for hours if nothing stops me. My friends say it's like listening to a podcast. First I had fairies for most of my childhood, and mythology (and stars by extension) was the theme for the last two years. Now it's plants :3 I found out that a lot of things that don't look like roses belong to the rose family and naturally I had to map it out. But, of course, I can't just start at the rose family, so I mapped out the taxonomy of plants until the rose family. That mind-map has grown a lot, and I go between periods of research to add new plant families, and just staring at the map and smiling. Seriously, that thing makes me so happy. I haven't had the chance to go through it with my friends yet, but I will be unstoppable once I get the chance to start talking.

I'm so sorry for making this so long. I wanted to talk more about plants, but it wouldn't even be relevant so I had to stop myself. I look forward to seeing your interpretation of all this, but please don't pressure yourself!

P.S. I use pet-names for everyone. One time, when I had misunderstood something and was really stressed someone who was consoling me called me "honey" and "sweetie". It was so so comforting and I decided to start calling people things like that to make them feel good. I completely forgot that words like "baby" are usually used romantically. I'm already a very physically affectionate person so people constantly ask me if I'm dating any of my friends or trying to flirt with people. I'm not. I just like calling people cute things :')

Well, you’re just a silly-billy if you think you can go on an adorable rant about the taxonomy of roses and the flowers that are roses but don’t look like roses and not expect me to pair you with Huxley, our favorite earth elemental!

He’s so loving and friendly and patient that he’d love your fixation-of-the-day podcasts, even the ones that aren’t about roses! That’s just one of the many things I think Huxley would find absolutely charming about you. (Other things would be your unique, lovely name and your sweet, giving shows of affection!)

Another perfect thing about the two of you is that I can easily, easily picture Mm Huxley adopting plants as his confidantes and friends after he moved to Dahlia just like you did. It would such a lovely and domestic scene, the two of you living together and introducing your little flora found families to each other.

Song:

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime/ And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine/ 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions/ Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

You gave me too much fun plant imagery to work with! I’m stuck on it, because it’s just too cute! This is also just one of my favorite love songs, because the imagery of pining and wishing on dandelions or, conversely, being pined over and wished for us just so sweet.

Runner-Ups:

INFP’s are characterized as sensitive, creative people with deep wells of empathy, which makes it sick SO much that Regulus is… you know, all that he is. Thankfully, Anton is all that he is: kind, quiet, and the type of man who would get adorably flustered when you call him “sweetie” or “baby”

Note: you don’t have to apologize for this being long; it was lovely getting to peek inside your head, and it was very helpful 💖

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

[freebooter4ever]

If you weren't actually meaning to open a convo on the all star game feel free to ignore this!

But I think it just has a lot to do with how the all star weekend involves a ton of media so even if they enjoy the game/events themselves there's a lot of strings attached. Like all your coworkers are posting vacation photos, and you may have even been on vacation with them, but you had to cut yours short to work. Sure the office is also throwing a party but it just isn't quite the same as having those days off.

lol!!! Well its not really a discussion on my part because i will just never be able to understand the player's perspective, but i find it fascinating to hear explanations of why the players dont like it - partially because i wonder if the league was a little more "hip", if it could be salvaged.

For one thing, for some of us salary challenged people 'vacation' is not really a thing - i always used my time off to go home and visit my grandparents. Though quite honestly i'd rather hang out with grandma for five days doing nothing but puzzles than sit on a beach doing nothing for five days. When i lived and worked on the east coast i spent most of the year missing my grandparents and the pacific northwest and wishing i was there, so naturally it was always the first place i went to when i got a chance. Im weird. And boring. I realize this.

Secondly, when i did work in education there was this yearly conference and pretty soon after i became in charge of the art department we started bringing the whole team to these conferences. It was the highlight of my year - im not even kidding, im that much of a nerd. I thought my team were the greatest people ever - a sort of found family if you will - and getting to be stuck for an entire weekend with them in some of the most boring cities the united states has to offer never failed to entertain. You know how when you're with people you love everything just feels more exciting? Even dumb shit like getting lost on the DC subway because the foodie of your group wants to try a very specific japanese restaurant thats in a far corner of the city on the opposite end of where the hotel is located. Or getting lost in Atlanta because we had to walk all over the old olympi*c grounds just to see some old stadium so the sports fans in our group could take a photo. Actually now that i think about it most of our outings involved getting lost while walking places. Im not even going to go into detail about the more boring cities because im embarrassed to admit that i found even the most mundane events Really Exciting with these guys. I had a blast, this was the highlight of my LIFE, i dont have very many friends or get out much, lol. I miss those days. I see some of the team individually, like when i last visited pittsburgh, but its not the same as being trapped in a random city and having to entertain yourselves during the off hours when you're not giving presentations. These conferences were also the only time i ever experienced Popularity. Being able to sit in a hotel lobby and have people come up to me, because they recognized me (or my team) was a blast. This is the ideal scenario for a shy person who loves talking to people but cant start a conversation to save my life. I did not care that most of these fans were educators over 40, they all had interesting stories and hearing them talk about using our program helped me come up with new things to implement next so it was a win-win. I also shamelessly used this time to do research on the history of our team. The group peaked in the 90s/2000s and it was really easy to get the older members to start talking about those days. i could probably write a book with everything i learned over the years. except not because even education nerds have scandal. the thing i always found is that if a person seems boring its just cause you haven't asked them the right questions yet.

There was one instance of a guy my age who came up to me and turned out to know the sculpting program i used, and was canadian so we had the whole pacific northwest thing in common, so after the con was over for the day the two of us went out on the town alone. And stayed out till like 2am, not doing anything wild (we visitd tourist sites! We bought smoothies!) i believe we ended up hanging out on an empty playground and talking philosophy, but im pretty sure that was the closest i will ever get to having a one night hookup. The hookup part did not happen because i was too shy to invite him back to my hotel room, and he was staying in a buddhist temple because it was the cheapest housing available and he was a broke grad student studying machine learning and art. I still remember that night, that was the Best night, partially because it was so unexpected and a random happenstance meeting of two strangers who would normally never come together.

Aaaaaall that said, i do realize we are talking about hockey players here who i imagine are maybe not the best conversationalists, and maybe would much rather be sleeping on a beach somewhere. And most of them are probably not the creative type to make exploring a city new or interesting no matter how many times you've been there. (with the exception of sid*ney cro*sby who as we all know is excellent at scavenger hunts). So all right, yeah, maybe i too wouldn't relish the idea of being stuck in a city with a whole bunch of hockey bros.

I also imagine its very different asking someone like sid if he enjoys the all*star game versus asking some player who isnt the best in the league and maybe just got there because of a voting fluke or the rest of his team is just shitty, and is maybe fairly new to the league and this is his first time going, and holy shit he's sitting next to sid at breakfast. Cmon theres got to be at least one guy having that experience even if they would never admit it because its uncool to fangirl.