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Trolls - Amnesia-Rock-Prince!Branch in an Arranged marriage AU Idea - PART 2!!! Enter Brozone

Okay, so if anyone is reading this AU summery before my first post on the topic, you will not understand what is going on. So, yourself a favor and find post 1, it's by the same title, just without the big, "PART 2" on it.

Char=Branch to remind everyone.

Now for everyone else, let's pick up back where we left off...

The wedding day, starts out normal enough. Char manages to identify the pod he was hatched in, he Poppy and Barb go inside, to remises on memories he doesn't know, and try and find something to connect himself to this practical stranger who saved his life. Char finds a picture of him and the woman, from when he was a young child. Poppy is supportive, saying that the elderly troll must've loved Char very much. Barb, says that she was a bad*** for saving Char the way she did. Poppy ends up finding some Brozone albums, and said that she had a good taste in music, to the now very confused royal rock siblings.

The ceremony came all too soon. Satin and Chelie, along with Bridget and Barb helped Poppy, get dressed. While Peppy, Riff and Thrash (although he's not doing much), are helping Char prepare. They get to the part of vows, Poppy in a bright colorful dress, Char in a leather suit with his guitar on his back. Cooper is officiating for some reason. and then...

"Stop the Wedding!"

Out of the sky came flying in one John Dory in all of his lack-of-self-awareness glory. Char asks if Poppy knows this guy, she shakes her head, Cooper mumbles that he hadn't gotten to the objection part of the ceremony, and Barb stands up looking ready to throw hands.

JD does not notice the tense angry and confused atmosphere he's created, instead going on about how he's looking for someone named, "branch", until his eyes settle on Char and he lights up. Que the movie antics that JD does in canon, upon seeing his little brother. Completely missing the fact that Char does not recognize him. Barb gets involved the moment the butt slap happens, because that is not okay. She drags John off of Char and pins him to the ground demanding that he explain himself before she throughs him into the bowels of the volcano to forever rot.

John Panics, starts calling Char for help, to get the crazed Rock troll off of him. Char is like "Am I supposed to know you?"

This makes JD freeze, and the older troll starts calling out to Char in every nickname he can remember, but Char just shakes his head. Poppy chimes in, asking the important question of who John was. John answers that he's Char' brother. Everyone is confused. Poppy askes if they for got to invite this one, Char just shakes his head. Barb laughs at the claim and presses John further into the ground. Something clicks then for Poppy and she tells barb to let him up, and then id's him as John Dory.

Barb snorts when Poppy calls him old. Then she annouces for her guard to "Take this lune who tried to claim to be a member of the Rock Royal family and interrupted her brothers wedding."

John panics, and not just because the guards are coming towards him, but because he realized that not only was his baby brother getting married, but he just ruined the wedding. Just as the guards seize him, Char tells them to wait.

"Can you prove it? IF you're my bio-brother can you prove it?"

"Char?" Barb said, "What are you doing?"

"On the off chance he's telling the truth, this might be my only way to get some answers."

"Answers?" John chimed in, "Answers to what Bitty B? Look I should've figure you'd be angry. After all we didn't leave on the best of terms and I just uh...kind of ruined your wedding-also how did this happen?-"

"Cut to the chase!" Char snapped, "Do you have proof? or do I need to let my sister do as she pleases."

"Sister? She's not..."

"Get on with it!" Barb snapped.

"Okay!"

John continues to pull out pictures of him and his brothers form inside of his vest coat. (the dude has clay's underwear memorialized, pictures in his pocket isn't far off). Char reacts poorly to an image of him, he can recognize himself as an infant, in the arms of pink-haired troll that he doesn't known but feels familiar. A migraine comes on and he passes out while trying to process everything. Needless to say this escalated the incident further, and Poppy's screaming for a doctor, John is now fighting the guards only to fail and get taken away at Barb's order, and the crowds are both a mix of mild shock/panic and loving the drama.

Barb is both frantic and on a mission. After ensuring that Char is okay just overwhelmed and unconscious, and that her dad is in safe hands, she goes to confront her new prisoner. She finds John panic pacing around his cell, and he turns to her immediately asking if his brother is okay. Barb growls at him, but says that Char will make a full recovery, and that it was just his condition acting up. John began demanding to know what type of condition his brother has in a panic wondering if his Bitty B had been sick all these years. Barb shoots back that she'll be the one asking the question here, but since it's relevant to what she wants to know, she tells John about how her father found Char half dead with his skull cracked in half. Then she asks, "If you're really Char's older brother, then how could you let something like that happen to him?"

John is stunned to silence, only able to murmur that he thought Bitty B was safe, with their grandmother. Barb told him he was wrong, and then asks why he's even here, as you can't just jump into someone's life after twenty years, family or not. It's too late. John tries to say he came back but the tree was empty and he thought that his people, and family were dead, and only started to believe there was a chance he was alive after hearing about the marriage between a Prince of Rock and the Queen of Pop.

While this is going on, Char wakes up to Poppy at his bedside, they mourn their wedding for a moment, before contemplating he stranger. Against Doctor's orders He and Poppy travel to John's cell just as the stranger is telling Barb about Floyd.

With the possibility of a second brother out there, one who's actually endanger, Char agreed to help John, even if he doesn't remember. Poppy and Barb join the ride, simply becasue they were not going to let their fiance/brother go on this journey alone.

The journey to find the other Brozone members goes on, only this time John is constantly trying to get Char to remember in between stops. To the point that it's getting on everyone nerves. But Poppy enjoys the baby pictures.

When they find Bruce, he is crushed when Char doesn't recognize him either, and when John explains why Char doesn't have any memory of them. He's a little intimidated by Barb, but she softens we she sees her just how much anarchy her little niece and nephews can cause. During the practice performance, Char has some trouble keeping up with a seemingly unknown song and style. But muscle memory kicks in, and eventually, Char singing every notes and dancing every step. Poppy finds it cute, Barb finds the sudden shift creepy, John sees it as hope that he can get his baby brother back, Char is freaked out and now fighting migraine induced nausea. Barb offers to play for him, and Char agrees wanting to play with her.

Bruce joins forces with John on trying to further jog Char' memory, but he respects when Char tries to up boundries...mostly...Barb makes sure they back off fully when she sees them go too far.

Finding Clay is relatively similar. Clay gets shoved off of Char by Barb once he starts messing with his baby brother's face. Clay is also heart-broken by the news of Char' head wound. Barb is worried about how these trolls have lived with so much paranoia. Poppy is shocked about Viva, and Char just goes "We really need to have a sit down discussion with your dad about secrets."

When Viva mentions weddings, Poppy starts talking about, she almost just got married and if John hadn't crashed the ceremony. Bruce starts to scold John about how uncool that was. Viva asks about her fiance, and Poppy just points over to Char. Clay and Bruce's jaws drop, as they hadn't been told that yet. Bruce just said we would've missed their baby brother's wedding, and John chimed in saying doesn't that mean him crashing it was a good thing, they can all attend the re-do.

Viva wants to the all the details of the love story, and is thrilled to be becoming Clay's family. Poppy explains the nature of their arranged marriage, and how they grew to look forward to their future. Their siblings (minus barb) are disturbed by the arrangement, feeling like all should have a choice about love. Char shuts that down hard, saying that at first they were doing their duty to their peoples as Queen and Prince, but it evolved into something more, and their fine with the situation, happy with it even. And that Clay and Viva should at least understand that as leaders of the putt-putts.

When Viva tries to stop them from leaving, Char also tries to reason with her, saying that he was scared as a child, but once he learned to protect himself he didn't feel as scared. Viva calls him crazy, you can't protect yourself out there with all the giants. Barb backs him up, saying that with power cords, the Rock trolls had managed to survive out in the volcanic wastes for generations. Viva still isn't convinced and locks the door to the outside. Char takes the situation into his own hands and pulls out his guitar, then blows away the door with a singular power cord. The others book it out the golf course, Clay apologizes to Viva before joining to the others to save Floyd.

Little do they know, that this time Viva sneaks aboard the back of Rhonda. Three steps away from a panic attack, but she needs to know more about those weapons the Rock siblings carry, (that or maybe I'll pull in bridget and gristle again like in canon, I haven't decided yet).

The dress rehearsal is a much bigger mess from the start. Char refuses to wear a flipping dipper, one because he's an adult and two why does it matter what he's wearing? This is a rescue mission not a performance. John Dory tries to push it, but eventually gives up, so they can focus on practicing. The nit-picking gets to both him and barb much faster, and they have enough of it. Barb goes off, telling John that his micromanaging is ruining any chances of harmony. John defends himself saying that they need to get this right, and that this is what almost worked last time.

Char says, "yeah last time, which was twenty years ago, what worked then won't work now we aren't the same people!"

"Look Bitty B-" John said.

"Stop calling him that!" Barb jumps in, "It's not his name. It hasn't been for years, and he hasn't told you can call him that!"

"She's right-" Bruce tried to say.

"Oh shut up, the rest of you are just as guilty!" barb said, "You've been treating him like you did twenty years ago, not the way he deserves now."

"Okay, look Barb this really isn't any of your business," John said.

"And why not?" Char said.

"Branch look this is family matter-"

"Barb is my sister! She is family..."

"Well not technically-"

"She's more of a sister to me then you a brother! I don't know you! I don't recognize you! I don't remember you! You might as well have never been there! You weren't there when my head was cracked open! you weren't there when I got my first guitar! My birthdays! my coronation!...Why...Why weren't you there?"

"Branch..."

"No this is why, isn't it? If we were such a great band, then why did we fall apart? Why was I alone by the time our grandmother died? It's because the fighting like this never stopped did it? You were so focused on the perfect that you forgot the second part of the harmony. Family. Everyone couldn't stand it...then you all abandoned me...that's why I was alone..."

"Branch?"

"I remember..."

"You! you remember?!"

"I remember that night! The night where you all bailed on me! You left me in the care of our grandmother inside of Bergen run town where death was literally at our door step! You left me to die!"

"Yeah yeah we did! I did!" John snapped, "And i'm sorry, but don't worry we just have to get through this one show and we never have to see each other again!"

"Wait wait!" Barb jumped back in, "So, let me get this straight. You abandoned a baby, believed he was dead for what ten twenty years, and then find him again only to re-abandoned after getting use out of him? Pop-squeak you better cover Tiny's ears."

"Okay!" Bruce chimed in, "When you put it like that it's bad, but did you honestly think that's we'd be able to be family again after twenty years?"

"I thought you'd want to set a better example for your kids!" barb said, "Abandon your family great life lesson there!"

The argument spirals out from there...until...

"Shut up!" Char screams, "All of you! You know, some part of me always thought that it was misunderstanding or some accident that I ended up alone...but now I can see that it doesn't matter anymore, because brothers or not we aren't family! Family doesn't abandon each other! Even if you need space or to get away! Family would come back! Or at least check in!...But you all just walked out...Well not this time. This time...I'm leaving you.."

Char, Barb, Poppy and Tiny leave, and decide to go after Floyd on their own, because even if Char wants nothing to with his bio-family anymore, he's not going to leave someone to be tortured. A little breaking an entering later, they find the fourth Brother, and Char actually recognizes him, and Floyd calls out the vest.

Like in canon, they can't get Floyd out in time. They do try to use power cords but they only served to raddle the bottle. Barb makes a note for their engineers to invent some kind of diamond breaking weapons. While hiding the vents they witness the rest of the brothers were now imprisoned, Barb calls them idiots.

Flash forward to the boat battle. Barb and Char, challenge Velvet and Veneer to a music duel. They attack the Twins (I think their twins I might be wrong) with power cords (probably Blondie's "One way or another" Not sure yet) while Viva keeps making a grab for the gems with her stick hands. They get everyone but Floyd out. Then Char says they need to get him out now.

John admits Char was right, and controlling everything wasn't harmony, - Barb cuts in that is great that you realize it but save it for later and skip to the end were out of time - and they will follow his lead.

The guitar changes key, Char and Barb nod, and with a rocking guitar harmony to go with it, the the perfect family harmony is achieved. Velvet and Veneer are arrested. Poppy and Char finally get to kiss, and wonder if the universe will finally let them get married.

Then Floyd collaspes....

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And there's going to be a part 3 sorry guys... let me not if you have any idea for this one and p3

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Promises (Poppy x MC) Part (2/?)

Read Part ONE (summary for fic is there)

ITS BEEN A MINUTE. @iamsimpforpoppy I hope you’re still around to read :P I love this story lol. Hope you guys do too!!!

Word Count (2.8k)

Bea and Poppy’s relationship became official a month after their initial meeting. One would say they moved quickly, too quickly. But every love story is different. This one in particular seemed to have little to none flaws, if you ignored the fact that Bea was promoted to Carter’s right hand woman in the Southside Spades.

 They did end up having that conversation after all.

 “…Are you sure Carter? I mean this is a huge deal and a special role-“

 “If I didn’t think you were capable you wouldn’t be here right now Goldilocks.”

 Carter winked and clinked his half empty beer bottle against Bea’s, who surprisingly had a nearly full bottle. He took note of the abnormality. 

 The blonde instinctively rolled her eyes at the nickname, “Okay but that name has to go. We need codenames……ooooh how about bimbo and himbo.” 

 “I’m guessing…..no, hoping I’m the himbo?!” Carter comments as he promptly tries to stop the laugh escaping from his lips.

 “Mmmmmmm, I’ll get back to you on that.”

 They share a laugh and Bea feels Carter’s gaze latch onto her in her peripherals. She could sense the shift of energy in the space between them, it almost felt uncomfortable, and that was something she never felt with Carter. “I never asked you if you were okay with such a role. If you aren't, I understand completely, I just want the best for you.”

 The blonde eyes soften at his comment and she looks at him, “never doubted that, where is this going though because you never express your feelings like a normal human being.”

 He pulls on the strings of her hoodie until it completely caves around her face, burying her whole.

 “Hey asshole!” 

 “That’s for talking too much.”

 Bea yanks her hoodie open and sticks her tongue out in a mock expression. “Oh boohoo. Poppy literally says the same thing, I don’t get it. I talk, it’s a problem. I don’t talk, it’s an even BIGGER problem. Damn a girl can’t ever exist in peace.”

 Carter places his bottle flat on the table and studies the blonde’s face. 

 She kept rambling on about her new girlfriend and the gang leader didn’t know it was possible to feel happy yet anxious at the same time. He was aware of when they entered the talking stage, went on their first date, and finally became official, because Bea told him everything. As much as the experience of being in a real relationship was new to her, Bea looked up to him and somehow she knew Carter would give her the best guidance possible. 

 It didn’t stop him from worrying. Like an older brother would. He feared the two would mix, and everyone knows that love and crime will eventually combust. He is no stranger to it.  

 “Bea.”

 “Did you know she stole one of my hoodies and actually won’t give it back?? What am I supposed to do, just take it? No she’d murder me.”

 “Jackson.”

 Her voice slowly dies down after sensing the seriousness in his tone. She takes a sip of her beer to ease the silence that sat in the air, and Carter responds shortly after.

 “You know I trust you with my life right? You’re very important to me, kid.” 

 “I know.”

 Guilt was a feeling he chose to lock away in an unbreakable box and bury six feet deep. There couldn’t be guilt in a lifestyle like this. But Bea was his only exception. And she was slowly bringing that box back up to the surface. 

 “I need you to promise me that you won’t let these two worlds collide.”

 “Carter….”

 “One of you will get hurt. And I won’t forgive myself if it’s you.”

 He leaves Bea at the table, the remnants of his comment still replaying in her head. She pulls out her phone and sees a text from Poppy on her lockscreen. 

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Can’t wait to see you tomorrow 😘 

 The blonde smiles unconsciously and opens the message to respond.

 I’m missing you like crazy. I have a special surprise for you.

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- You know I highly dislike surprises, just tell me. 

 And ruin the surprise? You must be crazier than I thought. 

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Jackson.

 Patience babe…tomorrow it is. 

 Bea clicks her phone shut and slips it back into her pocket before downing the rest of the beer. 

***

“You know your hand on my ass only makes them stare even more Jackson?”

 Bea bites her lips and gropes the blonde’s plump backside shamelessly while slowly whispering into her ear.

 “That’s the point, princess.”

 Poppy shivers almost instantly at the boldness. “Is this the surprise you were talking about?” Bea doesn’t answer, instead trailing her hand up Poppy’s skirt. This was definitely not the time and place for such behavior but she was clearly still learning everything about her girlfriend. 

 And it definitely felt good to call her that.

 “Since when did you get so brazen? You know you’re exactly the type of person my daddy told me to stay away from.”

 Bea laughs at that statement and wraps her arm around the blonde’s waist, “yeah? And why’s that?”

 “Well I can’t ask him now, he might rough you up and that’s my job.” 

 Poppy could feel the stares of everyone burning into them, but she could only focus on the blonde cuddled up against her. The shorter girl wouldn’t call herself an attention whore, but she sure loved the PDA that Bea projected without a care. It felt nice to be genuinely admired in public rather than putting on a mask everyday. 

 But it’s safe to say that Poppy preferred all the handsy stuff to happen in private. 

 “Do you want to grab dinner with me tonight Pops?”

 “Am I picking the place?”

 “…Yes.”

 “Then yes.”

 Bea rolls her eyes at the blonde’s downright shady self but smiles nevertheless. 

 “Now don’t cancel on me out of the blue. I will not be thrilled about it.”

 “Shouldn’t I be telling you this? Your dad always has something going on in his business that somehow has to involve you too.”

 Poppy sighs and glances over at Bea, “well you know I’ll have to take over eventually. Especially since I’m legally allowed to handle deals now.”

 “I hate that word. Legal. Ugh.” 

 The shorter girl scoffs and plants her hands on her hips, “yeah I bet you do.”

***

Bea dragged open her closet in search of clothes for dinner tonight but the dinging noise of a text distracts her. 

 C-Dog🖤- Need you tonight. Something came up, meet us at the garage.

Bea wanted to thank the gods up above that she didn’t promise Poppy that she’d show up for dinner. But that wasn’t going to save her from the fury of the blonde. Good thing it can’t get worse than that, right….?

Only it was. And Poppy will probably beat her up herself, if she wasn’t dead by the next day. 

Bea’s mind and heart races as she digs her brain for a proper excuse to tell her girlfriend, but is very unsuccessful. She’s good at drug dealing though. 

 Going with the good ole truth never really hurt right?

 Baby I’m so sorry I won’t be able to make it tonight. Got held up with the gang. I know I’m an asshole, I’ll keep in touch I swear. 

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- What else could I expect from my gang banger girlfriend 🙄 please stay safe..

 You know I always do.

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Do I? We need to talk about this tomorrow.

 Of course Pops.

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Call me every chance you get or I swear I’ll track you and trust me you do not want me to do that.

 Yeah she definitely doesn’t. Especially since Carter sounded frantic over the phone. The last thing Bea needed was a paranoid girlfriend, so she played it cool like always. 

 Just simple stuff baby girl, talk soon.

 ***

“…What do you mean it’s gone?! So where is it? Do you know what this means Carter??”

 The gang leader sighs frustratingly, rubbing his eyes in efforts to gain some stability. “The product was here, and now it is not. Which can only mean it was stolen. And when I find out which son of a bitch did it, they’re dead.”

 “In the meantime, we are dead”, Bea emphasizes wildly. “This is the Red Raven gang we’re talking about. If they get any inclination that we lost their drugs, they’ll kill and replace us. No mercy. None.”

The blonde paces back and forth trying not to think about buying a plane ticket to Timbuktu. 

Carter approaches Bea and plants his hands on her shoulder, “breathe Jackson. You are my partner. The leader of this gang. So get it out of your system and start being rational.”

 The blonde lets her shoulders sag as she inhales and exhales in place for a while. The minute she’s grounded she catches Carter’s gaze and her eyes light up. “List. I need a list of whoever went in the room with all of the product. We need to narrow it down.”

***

“Jackson you’re a fucking genius.”

 “It’s called having common sense but I’ll take the praise. It’s the only one I’m getting from you anyways.”

 Carter resisted the urge to pick a fight with the younger girl, because finding stolen drugs and not getting killed seemed like a much better idea. 

 Bea figured out that Henry, one of the newly recruited members of SS was a thief, or maybe just a crackhead. Same thing. He was the last to be in that room so all eyes were on him, and guns.

 “Heyyy buddy. Henry right?”

 The shorter man trembled at the sight of a gun lodged right into his mouth. “Mmmm!”

 “Oh I’m sorry, did you want to say something? Here let me just”, Bea clicks the gun which only causes the thief to panic even more. It was almost pitiful. 

 “Alright lay off the poor sucker.” 

 Bea pulls the gun out of his mouth and sits down on a stool in front of Henry with a grin. “So…where is the stash darling?” 

 He points almost immediately to a built in storage locker with a shaky finger. 

 “Ohhh well that was so easy Henry! Glad you could comply. You should tell your friends to be more like you. But…between me and you, they might already be dead”, Bea whispers that last part slowly, smirking when Henry’s lip quivers violently. 

 “Please just do it already! Why are you guys waiting?”

 Bea raised an eyebrow in surprise and glanced over at Carter who scanned the man’s face intensely. “I guess he wants to die? Talk about kinks I mean come on”

 “No.”

 Carter reaches his arm out towards Bea but never takes his eyes off Henry. The blonde watches in confusion until she realizes the thief is looking behind her, and so is Carter.

 “It’s a setup Bea, duck!”

 She dived for the ground quicker than lightning as a bullet flies through the air, leaving a trail of dust behind. Carter ducks for cover as well and starts firing rounds towards the men who snuck up on them. He managed to hit three of them but one grabs Bea by the leg and drags her against the rough concrete. 

 “Son of a- get your dirty hands off of my Dr. Martens. My girlfriend bought me these!”

 A swift kick to the face shut the blonde up real quick but she manages to recoil and send the man sprawling backwards into a row of barrels. 

 Carter guns him down and Bea finds her footing, pistol in hand and a thirst for revenge. But they never stopped coming. 

 Her and Carter were left battered and bruised, but alive. Their product was gone again though. But atleast they were alive. Carter told her that it was a theft mission primarily and neither of them were meant to die. But it only made Bea wonder who those people were.

 And why were they kept alive?

***

“Beatriz Naomi Jackson what the actual fuck?!”

 “Oh not the middle name…”

 Bea tries to avoid Poppy’s killer gaze as she surveys the damage that had been done to her girlfriend’s torso, legs, and face. 

 The strawberry blonde could barely mutter a word. Her mouth opened and closed in brief shock before collapsing next to the injured girl. 

 Bea could see the tears flowing down her rosy cheeks, which contrasted her porcelain skin. “Poppy…are you crying? I..please don’t..”

 “What do you expect me to do Bea? It kills me to see you hurt like this. Who did it? Tell me!” The blonde chokes on her own words as her hands hovers cautiously over Bea’s wounds, afraid to make her feel pain.

 “No I can’t tell you. I mean…I didn’t expect this to happen. It was a setup and we were outnumbered-“

 “We need to get you to a hospital Bea oh my god.”

 The blonde knew that she couldn’t go there. Not with the cops on the scene of the shootout, and actively looking for the people involved. Aka her and Carter. He told her to lay low and heal up, but she didn’t expect Poppy to be sitting on her bed waiting for her when she got home. The initial look on her face made Bea regret ever choosing this life. 

 She regrets it ever since being with Poppy. But it’s like a drug, once you start it’s hard to stop. 

 “I’ll call my father, he has the best doctors available and we’re gonna get your the right treatment and-“ 

 Poppy immediately cuts off, her eyebrows scrunching up until she realizes something. “Wait…what do you mean you were outnumbered Bea?” 

 Bea swallows heavily, praying that this conversation couldn’t escalate further, but that isn’t the case. 

 “Bea, answer me”

 “It..it was just me and Carter. We didn’t think there would be an ambush. We had just gone there to get goods we lost.”

 “And where is Carter? Does he know you’re like this right now? Did he leave you, I swear to god Bea if he left you…” Poppy’s voice cracks as her whole body shivers in violent waves. 

 Bea pulls her girlfriend in for a hug even though it causes every inch of her body to sting harshly. It was the comfort that she needed though. Watching Poppy breakdown over the sight of her was too much, and she began to contemplate everything. 

 “Pops listen to me, I cannot go to the hospital right now. There are cops looking for us.” The strawberry blonde stares at her until she understands the velocity of Bea’s words. 

 “Fine. But there will be a doctor that will come to treat you at my house. And you’re coming, I don’t want to hear it.” 

 Bea knew not to protest that. It was quite obvious this whole incident has left both parties distraught and she didn’t want to try and tell Poppy how to feel. 

 “Just tell me something. Are you in immediate danger? Is someone trying to harm you right now.”

 The blonde chose her words carefully. Because even after coming home beaten to a pulp, she still couldn’t tell the love of her life the full truth. 

 “No Poppy, they just wanted the drugs. They got what they wanted. I’m not in danger.”

 For now.

 “I will be okay.”

 I hope.

 “Don’t lie to me Jackson. I can’t do this if you lie. You promised me you wouldn’t get to the point where you’d have to choose between me and the gang.”

 “I know Poppy…I-“

 “You promised.”

 “And I’m going to keep that promise-“

 “Yeah the hell you are. And you’re going to promise me that you won’t ever come home like this again. You’re going to get yourself killed before we even start our life together. Our future.”

 Bea sucks in a breath which punctures her chest. She couldn’t tell if the injuries or Poppy’s words had caused that terrible ache. “Our…Wait I..”

 “I love you Jackson. I…don’t care if you think it’s too early to say that. I don’t care if I sound too cheesy for a mean girl. I love kissing you and feeling the laughter run through your body when we hug. I love being the reason you smile. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back. I just..I needed you to know-“

 “I love you too. Probably maybe from the moment I met you.”

 Poppy’s eyes seemed to glisten once again and this time there was no sadness etched into the shape. She smiled a pure smile and wrapped her arms around Bea in a tight hug. 

 She captures her lips in a searing kiss that leads to a trail of kisses down the strawberry blonde’s neck, dip of her collarbone, and chest. Bea kisses her until her chest gives out from exhaustion and pain.

 “Then you have to promise that this won’t happen again.” 

 “I promise.”

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NOTES: They’re gonna be fineeeee, right guys??? Graduation next chapter woooo.

Tags: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme  @baexpoppy @poppysmc @doey-eyes8 @veenast @straightlikewetspaghetti @phoennixxsblog

#i came up with that middle name on the spot lmaooo #no bug motivation this time just pepsi #poppy min sinclair #queen b #playchoices #mc x poppy

[lady-literature]

A Miraculous DC Crossover

ALL RIGHT!!

I’ve been sucked into this unholy sub-fandom and I have thoughts okay? lots of them. Almost none are coherent and I don’t care. I have no plotline to write a fic but by the gods do I need to get out all my ideas.

Behold:

the Salttm

Lila, obviously. But she’s a petty nuisance at best, and an annoyingly competent akuma to fight at worst. manipulative, but not really dangerous ya feel?

Alya. which like, home girl probably doesn’t deserve but like,,, the drama??

CHLOE REDEMPTION YOU COWARDS

She and Marinette become surprisingly good friends (because I love that for both of them and you can pry it from me cold, dead hands)

Nettie-bug and Queenie

They pick on Adrien together

Mari’s friends Protection Squad That Don’t Take No Shit

Adrien

Chloe

NINO BITCH HE DESERVES MORE LOVE TBH

Alix?? Probably

Luka obvi

Felix (PV)?? Or does Marinette have enough emotionally constipated boys in her life?

(Answer: no. no she does not.)

Nath? He be a good fox tbh. creative and sneaky boi

Kagami!!! I love her

They’re all heroes because I say so.

Felix (Sparrow) is an honorary member even though he doesn’t have a miraculous

He handles PR and other background things along with Chloe

Joined up a few years back when Parisians were getting a bit too critical of the heroes

No Hawkmoth b/c fuck that guy

He existed, just not anymore. Bitch got yeeted

There’s other villains in town now. After Hawkmoth’s defeat other metas/supervillains looked at Paris and was just like, ‘free real estate?”

So now the Miraculous Team are Paris’ Actual Full-Time Hero TeamTM… yay.

Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Abielle (or like, Wasp/Yellow Jacket idk Chloe changes her name because ~identity stuff~) are the core three team. like, the wonder woman/batman/superman trio of the MTeam.

Nath is called Reynard Ambre b/c I love him

The public knows he exists but he’s never seen in battle and no pictures exist.

but there are plenty of instances where Paris knows he out mucking around because those akuma battles always get really weird.

Marinette be the guardian?

Guardian in training

Along with all the other holders b/c jesus. Give the girl a break.

Yeah. I like that Idea. All current holders are training to be guardians as well, but Mari’s going to step up as Guardian Supreme when Fu steps down.

Hero fashion!!!

The Miraculous Team is all decked out in their own merch like 24/7

Rarely is it thier own hero persona tho

Not because of like,,,, secrecy or anything. Just because they’re all nerds who love each other

Marinette is the lead producer of Miraculous Merchandise. It’s like,,, her BrandTM It was completely unintentional too

(Adrien and Chloe financially support her work tho. She designs, makes a prototype, and has her two blondes get others to replicate it)

Half of Paris is wearing her without knowing it

(Go MDC! get it girl!)

She totally makes Gotham inspired outfits because what else would she do????

Don’t get her wrong, most of Gotham’s fashion sense royally pisses her off but it’s fun and hey, supporting her fellow heroes ya know?

She wears a Robin hoodie after being officially acquainted with both Damian and Robin (separately of course)

Damian chokes on something, probably his own tongue.

It confuses Nettie. But then she thinks maybe he’s a fan too? She offers to make one for him but he steadfastly refuses much to his brothers’ amusement.

Might make a robin themed dress?? If so, she crosses paths with Robin when she does, thoroughly embarrassing her and almost sending poor Dami into a crisis.

Rogues Gallery

She makes a lot of designs off the rouges gallery because like, supporting people trying to get better??? also they’re some of the few who’s aesthetic aint shit?

She can’t make all of them because she ran out of time, so the rest get posited up on her Instagram and MDC blog (that’s run by Tikki mostly. She’s a great secretary and gets bored in Mari’s purse all the time)

Everyone is very flattered

Harley, if she ever finds it, immediately commission all pieces and wears them around Gotham don’t @ me

Daminette obvi

Marinette meets him and is just like ‘wow, you’re horrible. I want five’

Marinette, in the group chat later: so I met Kagami and Felix’s love child today

Kagami and Felix, seconds apart: I would never stoop so low

immediately after: Hey what the fuck? Rude

Nino: Nettie, dearest, sunshine, light of our collective lives and reason I breathe, what the fuck

Adrien: Kagami, my love, how could you? the Betrayal

Chloe: ew

Luka: Send pics or it didn’t happen

Nath: [insert the ‘right in front of my salad?’ meme]

Whenever they cross paths as Robin and Mari, he’ll just like,,, appear from nowhere hanging upside down spiderman style. Mari finds it endearing but she also wants him to stop scaring the shit out of her

Nicknames, because I have an unhealthy obsession with them, alright?

Misc Mari names: Bug, Bugaboo, Buginette, Madame President/Colonel (when the Team’s being cheeky), Princess, Marigold, Nettie (by like, Nino and Alix)

Jason calls her Pixie-pop

The bird boys call her Nightingale/Mockingbird in like, honor of her being a kickass civillian

Mari refers to them as ‘the flock’ (and bird-brains after getting to know them better)

Damian calls her: Starling, Habibti, ya qamar(my moon), malaki (angel), ya wardati(my flower) (b/c like, angel’s cute an all but I just think Damian’s way more dramatic than that tbh. he’d put thought into his nicknames)

Mari calls Damian: mon soleil (my sunshine) (because symmetry and also Mari thinks she’d hilarious), Birdie, petit oiseau/oisillon

I like the idea of Jagged being a native Gothamite tbh

it’s just so fun honestly???

He’s probably the reason the MTeam are in Gotham in the first place? maybe? anyway, the class is there, right? right. 

Kagami, Luka and Felix are all holding the fort down in Paris. Ain't no akumas but sometimes they need backup so when certain heroes need to disappear, Nath has Trixx set up an illusion of whichever one so they can slip away with the horse miraculous.

Mari’s the one who has to leave the most because she’s still Paris’ damage control, so like,,,,, ya know.

Mari doesn’t get left behind, at least not on the first day b/c come on people! She has plenty of friends in class watching out for her and a semi-competent teacher who does care even if she’s non-confrontational to a fault.

She does eventually become separated from the group. Half because of Lila and half because she’s always fucking late and got distracted.

She actually runs into one of the civilian batfam in the first place because the class was allowed an hour or so to wander around the shopping district or whatever to explore/buy things/get food. They just needed to return to the meetup spot at a certain time but Mari is like ten minutes away when it’s five minutes to the meetup

So she’s just… fucking booking it and completely takes out this trained vigilante without trying to.

Mari, as she’s groaning on the ground, tangled around a boy: By Kwamii, I thought my luck was supposed to be good Tikki.

That or like, the subway doors close before she can get on them and the rest of the class ends up ahead of her leaving her to get caught up on some bullshit in the next train or smth.

Oh, like. Of course it’s her train that gets held hostage. Wonderful.

(Later, Mari will rant at Tikki about her luck. A common conversation between the two tbh.)

This could be where she officially meets the Batfam as the Batfam. Or, like. A couple of em, at least.

Marinette getting serial adopted by the whole goddamn batfamily because i will die for this trope tbh i dont even care

The Robins nickname her Nightingale before they realize she’s Ladybug

They still call her that after but it’s not with the intention of making it her hero name anymore

Her and Alfred are def bros you don’t understand

Actually, Gina and Alfred are old friends. Mari totally knows Alfie before the bat fam and calls him Poppy/Pépé

which floors the batfam because what? Since when does that happen???

Alfred and Mari never, like, actually met in person before, but video chats exist and Gina def talks about the two to each other so it’s like they may as well know each other.

I also like the idea of Alfred being a former holder, probably the peacock. I would adore that

Just,,,, so many fun hero shenanigans

Yeah sure. The batfam are super detectives and have a history of figuring out people’s identities in no time at all. Whatever. Where’s the drama in that though? The showmanship?

Fuck canon, the Miraculous all have glamours because magic bitch and it plays fucking hell on the Batfam and all their shit

Every single Batfam member is simultaneously pulling their hair out because they don’t know who these heroes are???? Why can they figure them out?? Confusion???????

Miraculous team is just…. Straight up laughing at them. The poor dears.

That one gag where it’s a well-known secret that Mari has connections to every Parisian hero and is basically their own personal catering service/comfort place.

Also, it’s the worst kept secret in Paris that Mari is Multimouse

None of the MTeam have confirmed that rumour but they also don’t deny it.

they actually started the rumour. If all of Paris thinks Mari’s the mouse, a temporary hero, no one’s going to think she’s Ladybug/or that she’s an easy target to go after

chloe actually came up with that one

Mari meeting all of Damian’s ‘associates’ (ie pets)

She adores all of them and they her.

Especially GOLIATH, why isn’t he talked about more honestly???? He’s GREAT

She meets Goliath as Ladybug and Robin is just… so done with him??? You are supposed to be a fearsome beast and a professional why are you rolling over and expoSING YOUR STOMACH??? Meanwhile, Ladybug is just: Awww! Who’s a good boy? Who’s the best boy? You are! Look at how handsome you are! Cute widdle baby-

Miraculous Team hanging on the roof of their hotel kinda chilling

Maybe having a debate about doing some free-running/parkour?

Also maybe about whether or not they should be heroes while in Gotham

MT being like, why can’t we go and stop an armed robbery? we can help!

“Gotham already has very active heroes-”

“Vigilantes!”

“-whatever. I don’t want us stepping on any toes. This isn’t our terf and Batman’s known for being strict about Metas rolling around here.”

“We aren’t Metas though.”

“I don’t think he’ll enjoy splitting that particular hair, Nino. Just- not unless lives are at stake, okay? Emergencies only.”

“Yes, Colonel Ladybug.”

This debate most def gets crashed by batfam and confusion ensues upon both sides

batfam didn’t hear anything, they’re just really confused about these french kids hanging out on a roof in Gotham

Just.... yes. all of that. I have like, more but those are not organized or even remotely coherent. here you go! I might write for this but I already have other fics rn so... it wouldn’t be for a while. and as I said, I have no plot.

take this though, i guess. *throws confetti*

#miraculous ladybug #batfam #my typewriter #mlb x dc #mlb #ml fic #miraculous team #marinette dupen chang #adrien #maribat #daminette #maridami #headcanons #chloe #alya salt #lila salt #but like #barely #i really couldn't care less about them #tbh

[sunmoonandeddie]

thanks for the memories

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3,002

summary: Bucky’s lived a long life.

warnings: Some h*ckin’ words.  Angst with a happy ending.

a/n:  So like.  This is kinda short.  At least it feels like it is.  It’s also an idea from that fake fic ask meme I did.  But I cried writing this.  Let me know what you think!

Bucky took a deep breath as he came to a stop.  The trek became harder and harder to make every week, but nothing short of death could stop him from coming.  A bouquet of red roses hung from his hand.  The same flowers he brought every time.

“Hi, angel,” he said, his voice cracking.  It was the first time he’d spoken in a few days.

After all, his children and his friends were dead.  He didn’t have the energy to make friends with the new members of the Avengers or anyone else.  The most human interaction he got nowadays was when his grandkids called once a week to catch up.

But there was no one he wanted to talk to except for you.

It frustrated him, that he didn’t have the strength to make it more than once a week anymore.  He used to come every day.  Sometimes more.  It was his favorite place in the world.

It had concerned Sam when he was still alive.  But he didn’t know you.  He didn’t understand like Steve had before he’d died.

And now here he was, finally catching up with all of his loved ones.  His skin had wrinkled, his hearing had partially gone.  His bones ached with every step he took.

The head stone in front of him didn’t give him an answer, but it didn’t need to.  He could feel your presence even just standing here.  It was the only place the voices in his head went quiet and he could just be.

Knowing that it would be a pain to get up later, he eased himself down onto the soft grass.  His joints creaked painfully as he moved to rest against the head stone.  Running his fingers across the weathered stone, he read your name out loud.  “You know, I’m still mad that they didn’t give you my last name,” he said with a faint chuckle.  “But I guess the government doesn’t recognize elopements in Austria.”  The early winter wind brought a chill with it that went straight to his bones.  Seasons nowadays just weren’t like they used to be.  “Doesn’t matter.  You’re still Mrs. Barnes to me.”

If he focused enough, he could picture you sitting next to him.  You’d have that pretty green dress that you’d worn for him when all the soldiers and nurses got to go out dancing.  Your hair had been perfectly curled, left unpinned for once.  It was nice to see you out of your uniform.

“I wish you were here,” he said, tears springing to his eyes.  “I feel so alone.  Stevie’s gone, Sam’s gone.  Nat’s gone.”  He picked at one of the roses in the bouquet, tearing off the petals absentmindedly.  “Even the kids are gone.”

His beautiful children.  He’d never dated another woman, never got married.  But after he’d retired as an active member of the Avengers and took on a position as a trainer, he’d finally gotten to settle down.  The questions about his mental stability had been answered, and he’d been declared fit to raise a child.

It was then that he adopted Brienne, Alexei, Poppy, Mateo, and Eliza.  His little war orphans.  There’d been more that he’d fostered, giving them a home until they found their forever family.

It had been years since they’d died, leaving him with five more permanent holes in his heart.

Their children, his grandchildren, had all scattered around the globe, chasing their dreams and settling down.  They all called at least once a week, visiting several times a year, but still.

“Sometimes I wish I’d never gotten that stupid serum,” he said as he looked out over the head stones that surrounded him.

He’d had to fight to have you buried in Brooklyn.  You were originally buried in your hometown, but your family had agreed to have you moved to the city after he’d explained the situation to them.  You were buried with the rest of the Barnes.  His mother and father were buried in the plot to your left, and his sister, Rebecca, was buried in the plot to your right.

And when he died, he’d be buried right next to you as your husband.

“I keep asking myself why I survived the serum and you didn’t,” he murmured, his clouded blue eyes drifting up to the dreary September sky.  You always did love the rain.  You told him it brought new beginnings.  It washed away the wrongs from before.  “I think the only reason I’ve lived this long is for our kids.  So I could find them and take care of them.  Give them a home just like we always wanted to.”

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, angel?”  He was sitting in a dirty cell with twenty other men, but he was only paying attention to you.  You were being held in the cage right next to his, and the bars were far enough apart that he could slip his hand through to hold your hand.  His thumb brushed over the little band on your left hand ring finger.  It was covered in dirt and grime from being stuck in this prison for who knows how long now, the diamond unable to shine.

You hated it.  You hated that your ring was dirty.  And sure, it wasn’t much.  Bucky had never had a lot of money, and he’d spent what he had on this little ring at a jewelry store in Vienna when they’d passed through a few months before.

It was there in Vienna that you two had found a little chapel and officially became a married couple, despite your families not being there and the priest not understanding English.  Dum Dum ended up translating for them, and they’d left the church as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.

“There’s gonna be a lot of kids without families after this,” you whispered, a melancholy in your voice that he only heard when you two were alone.  You didn’t like the men seeing you upset, said it wasn’t fitting of a nurse.  I’m supposed to be the one making all y’all feel better, Bucky, you’d said months ago when he’d asked why.  The other men in the cell were asleep, and you’d finally been able to let down your mask.

He hummed, leaning his head against the cold bars, trying to get as close to you as possible.  The sweet smell of your shampoo was long gone.  “Yeah.”

“Can we…  I think…”  You swallowed as you tried to find the right words.  “When you bring me home to Brooklyn, can we adopt a bunch of them?”

“Yeah?” He said, sitting up a little straighter as a smile tugged at his lips.  The first in days.  “You wanna have a bunch of little babies runnin’ around?”

And your smile was so sweet and so real that his heart just melted.  “Wanna have a family with you, Buck.”  You reached up to run your fingers through his greasy hair.  “We’ll have a little house with a big yard and a porch, so we can watch all of ‘em run around.  And I’ll finally get to meet Steve, and we’ll have him over for dinner every week.”

His heart swelled as the picture formed in his mind.  He could see it so clearly.  It was so close but so far away.

You two just had to survive this damn war.

“I’ll give you all the little babies you want,” he said with a warm smile.  “We’ll singlehandedly raise all of Europe’s war orphans.”

The two of you froze as you heard the door opening.  There were several sets of footsteps and the jingling of keys, and he knew what was about to happen next.

He could only hope that they were there for him this time, and not you.

“No…  No, no, no,” you whimpered as you clutched onto his hand tighter than before.  You were still so weak from when they’d taken you for the experiments the day before, and you knew it was only a matter of time before they came for Bucky again, but you just wanted to scream and kick and fight until they left him alone.

He’d already gone through the injections twice before you even went once.  You’d seen how he’d changed.  He’d come back bigger, more muscular.  He healed quicker from the little scratches that came from sleeping on a concrete floor.  He didn’t require as much food and water as before.

You, however…  You just seemed to get weaker and weaker with each injection.  No matter how much of his food that he gave you, it didn’t seem to help.

The group of men appeared before you, unlocking the cell to reach in and grab him.  He didn’t bother to fight them, knowing that they would only threaten you to get him to comply.

But you clung to his hand, screaming at the men as you tried to hang on.  The other soldiers were waking to your protests, growing more alert as they realized what was happening.

“LET HIM GO!” You shouted at them, your throat growing hoarse.  Tears streamed down your cheeks, revealing your skin underneath the dirt that covered you.  “STOP IT!”

If Bucky wasn’t so terrified of what was at the end of the hall, he would wax poetic about how you were still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen even while sobbing your eyes out.

The cry you let out when his hand was torn from yours was so guttural and raw it made several of the men flinch back.  You were standing on shaky legs, your knees threatening to buckle the longer that you stood.  Your arm was reaching through the spaces between the bars despite the fact that he was way out of reach and almost out of sight.  “BUCKY!”

He kept trying to look back at you, wanting to savor the image of you so that he could keep it in his mind until this round of injections was over.  He was happy to see Morita moving to comfort you, helping you back down to the ground to keep you from hurting yourself.

Maybe he’d think of your wedding day instead, and the way you sounded when you told him you loved him.

Yeah.  That sounded better than thinking of you crying over him.  He’d think of that.

Bucky wasn’t sure how long he’d sat out in the cemetery, drifting in and out of his memories.

He’d lived a long life.  A good one, despite the fact that there were some pretty rough chunks.

The only thing that he regretted was that he wasn’t able to do more to help you.  He hadn’t been able to stop those HYDRA dicks from injecting you with the serum.  It had been too much for your body to handle, a stronger version of what they’d given him.  They’d thought that you’d need more as a woman, according to Howard Stark.

Which was just complete bullshit.  You were the strongest person he’d ever met.

He hadn’t been allowed to go home with your body.  He hadn’t gotten to meet anyone from your family until after he’d broken out of HYDRA’s control back in 2014.

And now, over a century later, he was ready to rest.

Truthfully, he’d been ready for rest for a long time, but the serum had kept him from dying.

But he could feel the end coming closer.  It was his time.

He didn’t even have the energy to get up and go back to his empty house.

A bit of sun broke through the clouds, warming his face.  It was almost like a sign.  You were there.  You were ready to receive him with open arms.

He leaned his head back against the headstone, shivering as his bald spot rested against the cool marble.  “Whenever you want me, angel.  I’m ready.”

The next day, Jamie sighed into the phone as she climbed out of her car, heading into the cemetery.  “No, he wasn’t at home.  I told him I was gonna be coming today.  Maybe he forgot.”

As much as she hated to admit it, despite the super soldier serum that had kept him alive so long, her grandfather was growing older.  His strength had been the first to go, followed by his hearing.  It wouldn’t be too much of a shock if he’d started to lose his memory, too.

God, she hoped not.  As much as her grandfather loved her and her siblings and cousins, she knew that his memories of you were what kept him going.  His loving wife, torn from him too soon, that wanted to create your own family with him.

And even though none of them had ever gotten to meet you, Jamie’s mom and aunts and uncles all said that you were their mother.

“I’m at the cemetery now,” she said as she headed for the Barnes’s family plots.  Her cousin, named after you, was supposed to be coming to visit with her tomorrow.  “I don’t—”  She broke off as she spotted him, breaking into a run.  “Grandpa?!”

Jamie could hear her cousin’s voice shouting through the phone, demanding to know what was going on, but she let it fall to the ground as she sank to her knees.

James Buchanan Barnes was dead at two hundred and fourteen years old.

He was resting peacefully against your head stone, the red roses he always brought hanging limply from his hand.

He looked… at peace.  The tension that had always resided in his shoulders had dissipated.

He was at rest.

“Buck?”

Bucky hummed, his eyes still closed as he began to stir.

A familiar giggle filled the air.  “Bucky!”

A giggle he hadn’t heard in almost two centuries.

His limbs felt heavy in the best way as he shifted, the mattress beneath him cool.  The sheets twisted around him, keeping him warm without stifling him.

“My love…”  A soft touch along his cheek, a caress that he’d dreamt about every night.  Dainty fingers that used to be calloused from the hard work of war.  “It’s time to wake up.”

Bucky’s eyes slowly fluttered open, the soft light of the room somehow not making him recoil in shock.

“There he is.”

His eyes popped open as he realized that you were leaning over him.  The prettiest smile he’d ever seen was painted on your lips.  Lips he’d spent hours kissing.  “Angel?  You’re…  You’re…”

You simply nodded, shushing him as you urged him to relax.  “I’m here.  I’m here.  It’s okay.”

“You look just as gorgeous as you did back in forty-three,” he croaked.  The smile he was rewarded with warmed him down to his toes, calming his soul in a way he hadn’t felt since the war.  He pushed himself up suddenly, blue eyes wide.  “There was never anyone else.  Only you.”

“I know, I know,” you reassured him, pushing his hair back.  “I wouldn’t have been upset with you if there was.  All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.”

“Couldn’t ever look at another gal that way,” he said, leaning his forehead against yours.  “Not when I’d already found the love of my life.  No one could ever compare to you.”

Your laugh was teary as you pressed your lips to his tentatively, almost like you were scared to.  “I’ve waited so long for you.  I’ve missed you so much.”

Bucky swallowed around the lump in his throat as his fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you in for another searing kiss.  Neither of you noticed that you were crying until you tasted the salty tears on your lips.  “I’ve missed you, too.”  He sniffled.  “All I ever wanted to do was make you proud.”

“Silly boy,” you whispered, nose nudging against his.  “That’s all you’ve ever done.  You gave me children even when I couldn’t be there to help raise them.”

His brows furrowed as he looked around the room, realizing that it was the master bedroom of his house in Brooklyn.  It was decorated differently, but definitely still his house.  “Is this…”

Nodding, you slipped out of the bed, holding your hand out for him to take.  “I’ve been waiting for you here since forty-three.”

He took your hand without hesitation, allowing you to pull him out of the bed and out the bedroom door.  A fondness creeped into his smile as he saw the photos lining the halls.  Pictures of you and your family, of your children, of him.  Never before seen photos of you with the kids.

“Come on, my love,” you said, already two steps down the staircase.  Your eyes were bright as you stared up at him.  “We’ve got people waiting for us.”

The fourth stair from the bottom still creaked, and it was then that he realized the body he was in.  His hands were young again.  His muscles didn’t strain with every step.  His bones didn’t creak.

He was young again.

“Yes, you have your hair back,” you teased, reading his mind like you always did.  Your voice was clear as a bell, the best thing he’d heard in decades.

His heart caught in his throat as you pulled him towards the back door, the sound of voices growing louder.  “Are…”

Opening up the back door in the kitchen, you revealed all of his friends and family that he’d lost over the years.  Alexei and Eliza were playing a pickup game of football with Sam, Peter, and the Howling Commandos.  Steve was manning the grill, chatting with his father and Mateo about who knows what.  Natasha was sharing a plate of fresh strawberries with Poppy.  Peggy was standing off to the side with his mother, Rebecca, and Brienne like it was just a random Sunday.

There were so many others that he thought he’d lost over the years.  Loved ones he never thought he’d see again.

His eyes pricked with fresh tears as your hand slipped into his, squeezing.  A reassurance that you were there by his side.

And you’d never leave it again.

#bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky fic #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction

[pinkmonsimblr]

Poppy went to the gym to keep her figure after giving birth to the twins. She ran into lots of family members who she hoped would leave since she planned to look for “customers” after her workout.

She noticed celebrity Blane Hawthorne (Phoebe’s vampire husband who is now single because obviously Phoebe died a long time ago) checking her out. She didn’t get a chance to talk to him because of the paparazzi but her baby daddy, Jason, also showed up.

She offered him some “services” in the locker room for free and then asked him once again to be official Friends With Benefits but he rejected her again! She’s hopelessly into this guy but he treats her so bad. Poor Poppy. 😭

@superstupendoussims Your Sim continues to break my girl’s heart, haha.

I forgot to put Streamer Mode for Wicked Whims in so you can’t see the locker room escapades, lol. 😅

#100 Baby Challenge #ts4 #the sims 4 #pinkmon

[chaoswillfallrpg]

ADAIRIA LINWOOD is THIRTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD and the LANDLADY of THE FOUNTAIN OF FAIR FORTUNE in HORIZONT ALLEY. She looks remarkably like NATALIE DORMER and considers herself aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. She is currently TAKEN.

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tw: death

A mysterious beauty with a hard exterior she wears like armour, Adairia has been through more than the average woman of her age. The eldest daughter of single mother CHRISSIE LINWOOD, Adairia was born in the throes of her mother’s relationship with a mysterious man. Adairia was too young to remember, but spent the early years of her life in the front rows of her mother and father’s shows as they played lovers in various productions. Her father was celebrated, her mother was adored and his family remained a secret as her grandmother took her home back to Linwood Lodge. It wasn’t until LAUREL was born and Adairia was sent to school that she began to question the nature of her mother and father’s relationship. Their father lived elsewhere, a fact which her school friends found odd but then again her whole life to them was odd. Adairia grew up in a boarding house in Barnet which serviced the strangest members of society, their bohemian lifestyle of accommodating circus performers, singers, fortune tellers and stage actors was disagreeable to most people. At school she was that strange girl with the beautiful long blonde hair inherited from her mother. People didn’t like her because she turned up to school discos in outfits that glittered only when she twirled or because her mum was too busy at work to organise bake sales or her dad went missing for months at a time. 

It hurt not having very many friends growing up but Adairia was strong like the elder women in her life and never needed the approval of others. The only approval she ever sought after was the one of her parents and growing up Adairia wanted to be just like them. Her father came from some sort of money and paid for the best singing and dancing lessons money could buy, she wore beautiful tutus and could remember the smell fondly of tulle and dance floor polish mixed with his cologne as he came to collect her well into her thirties. Unlike her younger sisters, Adairia had a lot of memories of their father before he disappeared. She was nine when one day he went away to work and never came back. That was it. Adairia was that strange girl, the ballerina with the bright eyes who didn’t have a dad. When the realisation hit he was never coming back something snapped in her and strange things began to occur. When she was sad or angry things broke, vases exploded, books moved, lamps flashed. It didn’t make any sense to her, but her mum and grandma simply looked at her with a knowing look. A year later she was issued a letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was presented with more questions rather than answers. As she arrived at school and the sorting hat called out the name of her house Adairia got off her stool and walked to a table of children chatting in hushed whispers. 

Despite the strangeness of the world she found herself in, Adairia had hoped that Hogwarts would maybe allow her to form friendships. A few questions about what her mother and father did from her fellow Slytherins made it quite clear Adairia had walked into another situation where she once again sat on the sidelines. A mudblood was what they called her. Not a rarity at Hogwarts but certainly amongst Slytherin. Adairia was the first Muggle-Born to be sorted into Slytherin for almost fifty years and her early days at Hogwarts she spent badly bullied because of it. After Adairia became a prefect and mastered enough spells to become a fierce opponent she found people picked on her far less, frightened to lose points and began using her experience to help those with similar experiences. FENRIR GREYBACK was a young Slytherin student who had a similarly hard experience. Adairia took under her wing, helping to combat the bullying he received from DOLORES UMBRIDGE and making an enemy of her in the process. Otherwise only two people who were intrigued enough by her to befriend her. GAWAIN ROBARDS his best friend RICHARD ELLINGTON. Both Half-Bloods, they came from mixed backgrounds which meant they didn’t hold the same prejudices as their classmates though they held ones of their own which made her scoff. Richard and Garwain only associated with people of immense beauty and despite her plain background in the eyes of the wizarding world, there was no denying that Adairia was easily the most beautiful witch in their year with a fire unlike any other in Slytherin. 

Her beauty and her talent bothered her friends. To them she was too special to simply be a Muggle-Born. After her father had left their family Adairia had lost interest in him until she was fifteen for two reasons. The first because Richard and Gawain wouldn’t stop pushing her to dig into him. The second was because her mother had became pregnant with her younger sister MAREN. After graduating, Adairia moved in with Garwain and began attempting to track down her father. She’d asked her mother and grandma for help but predictably they had remained tight lipped about him. Undeterred the two pressed on, with Adairia working shifts at The Solstice Theatre to pay her rent as they tried to find a fit to their loose end. Two years went by before Adairia had any answers, finding them in the most unlikely of ways. There was her father’s face on a moving poster. FAREWELL: ELIJAH YAXLEY IN THE WARLOCK AND HIS HAIRY HEART! Adairia had found him. He was an actor but that was just the tip of the iceberg. Elijah Yaxley was from a famous Wizarding family, married with two children younger than herself and Laurel but older than Maren. He’d had a string of popular plays in the sixties opposite many beautiful women, but none more so than a veela named Christine May. A woman who was a dead ringer for her mother. Adairia felt sick to her stomach. Her mother and grandmother had lied to her and her sisters. 

Not wanting anything to do with her father or his family and deciding to spare her sisters the heartbreak of finding out, Adairia sat on the information and continued on with the rest of her life. Before finding out who her father was, she’d dreamed of being on the stage. Instead, she found a new dream and began saving to buy a crumbling pub in Horizont Alley she hoped to return to its former glory. Adairia was busking and waiting tables in Paris when she heard the news about her mother, rushing back to Barnet to hold her hand as she died. Adairia wasn’t over how she had lied to her about their lineage, her past and how she had hidden her illness but she loved her mother deeply and found the world to be a much brighter place after she died. With Chrissie gone and her grandmother old and frail, the mountain of debt and running of Linwood Lodge fell to Adairia and Laurel. The pair tried to make it work for a time but quickly drown under the work and debt that came with the Lodge. Faced with collapse, Adairia made a choice, tracked down the address of her father in nearby Radlett and turned up on the doorstep of his wife ISMENA YAXLEY. She took only a moment to look upon Adairia’s face to realise why she was there. The image of her mother Adairia had not caught her off guard, but the news of Maren certainly did. Ismena offered Adairia a sizable amount of the Yaxley family vault to make an unbreakable vow not mention her lineage to anyone else and not return in her doorway again.

Paying the debt, she sold Linwood Lodge, the place which reminded her of secrets, lies and her father and purchased the pub, naming it after her favourite wizarding story. The Fountain of Fair Fortune was where Adairia and Laurel mixed drinks, danced on tables and set shots on fire while David Bowie blared on the speakers. Adairia’s life had always been one of uncertainty and upheaval but finally in her little corner of London she had found where she belonged and had created a safe and welcoming space. Evidently, The Fair Fortune felt too safe for some. Adairia had noticed MARY MACDONALD whispering with Maren but had assumed it to be regular gossiping until Laurel brought them both to the back office. Of all the things Adairia thought would come out of Laurel’s mouth, their baby sister joining an underground revolution wasn’t one of them. A large part of Adairia was proud but a greater part was fearful for her sister. In agreement with Laurel, the two received an audience with ALASTOR MOODY where they offered the pub as the official hub of The Order. Whilst her sisters are very proactive in the group, Adairia is a much more reserved member, helping to plot and plan things where she can and hide people in the confines of the pub who need her protection. Adairia feels very strongly about fighting for what’s right, but being secretly connected to a prominent purist family in The Sacred Twenty-Eight and her silence tied to an unreliable vow, her involvement is far more complex than she’d like, especially with CORBAN YAXLEY watching her every move. 

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Half-Blood Muggle-Born/¼ Veela

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality  → Up to Roleplayer

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education →  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Societies  Sorcerers for Equality

Family → Laurel Linwood (sister), Maren Linwood (sister), Victor Yaxley (half-brother), Eleanor Yaxley (half-sister), Corban Yaxley (uncle/unknown adversary)

Connections  → Garwain Robards (best friend), Richard Ellington (best friend), Poppy Pomfrey (close friend), Natasha DuPont (close friend), Giva Patil (close friend), Mary MacDonald (friend/employee), Arabella Smith (friend), Fenrir Greyback (former friend), Dolores Umbridge (adversary)

Future Information → N/A

ADAIRIA LINWOOD IS A LEVEL 6 WITCH/VEELA.

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CHARACTER HEADCANON 

thalia frank, 41 years old, primary school teacher: during a trip to the museum with her school, thalia met ashton. while he was showing the class around, the pair got on like a house on fire. he caught her just before she was leaving and asked her on a date. the pair went out for drinks. thalia didn’t know that he was in a relationship when they slept together. they had a short lived affair - only ending a couple months previously - when she found out about his girlfriend. thalia has every intention on telling poppy about what happened. 

chloe richards, 40 years old, cafe owner: when chloe was young, all she could dream about was opening her own cafe, with a little reading nook so people could eat cake and read. she was so determined to make it happen and never really had much of a chance to date. she had a couple of boyfriends but none that had lasted that long. she recently decided - after having the cafe for two years, to concentrate on love, now. she me jude after his break up with ava and he came into the cafe. she thought he looked pretty lonely so struck up a conversation. chloe has always loved hearing other peoples stories. the two of them ended up chatting for most of the afternoon and ended in chloe asking him on a date. he liked her confidence, how sure of herself she was and so he said yes. they’ve been dating since then and recently became official. 

franklyn brooks, 42 years old, english teacher: franklyn met river in the library. he was looking for a book and she was able to help him find it. they got chat after that and got on really, really well. they went out for dinner that even and basically saw one another every single day afterwards. a few months in, river found out that she was pregnant and growing up the way that he had, he proposed. he genuinely already thought he could be with river for the rest of his life. their daughter, ravens, birth and their wedding was the happiest time of his life. for the longest time, river, franlyn and raven were a team. they were happy. and franklin wasn’t even sure what changed, what caused him to cheat on his wife. but after fifteen years together, that was exactly what he did. he had been out with some friends on a stag do. he ended up talking to a couple of girls - he had always been a very friendly person, so that wasn’t out of the ordinary - and when one of the girls kissed him, he kissed her back. he went to her hotel room with her. and although it was only the one time, franklyn was torn apart by the guilt. he told river as soon as they got home. for a little while, they tried to make things work but after a couple of months, river told franklyn that she just couldn’t get past it. that she saw him differently and so she filed for divorce. his daughter hasn’t spoken to him since but franklyn is determined to win river back. he still loves her. 

brett porter, 41 years old, editor: when brett was asked to go to a comedy stand up night, he hadn’t known what to expect. it turned out to be one of the best nights of his life. it was that night that he met audrey mccoy. she had been with some of her friends - one of which was dating his friend. they were introduced and basically didn’t stop talking for most of the night. they swapped numbers and then he asked her out for dinner a couple of nights later. it wasn’t too long before they found out that audrey was pregnant with their daughter, phoebe. a couple of months after phoebe was born, brett proposed. they’ve been married for seventeen years now and he loves audreys other daughter, ivy, as much as he loves phoebe. he’s has had suspicions about audrey and ashton for a little while now and is really struggling being okay with him being back in her life. 

enid mcguinness, 40 years old, florist: when johnny and enid were set up on a blind date - by one of their mutual friends - she hadn’t expected to get on quite so well with him. he was everything that she had been looking for and the two of them quickly became official. he was her best friend and her boyfriend all rolled into one. pretty much straight away, enid started thinking up the life that they would have together. it was about a year after they had gotten together, that she found out that they were going to have a baby. although they hadn’t been together that long, enid was thrilled and so was johnny. they had twin boys - robin and teddy. and about a year later, they welcomed virginia to their family. it was just after ginny was born, that johnny proposed and of course she said yes. their wedding was a joyous occasion - with the boys being the page boys and ginny as their flower girl. although they were happy, just over a year after their wedding, enid started to think that the feelings she had for him were more friendship than love and once she spoke to johnny about it - she was relieved to hear that he had been thinking the same thing. they agreed to a trial separation, which resulted in their divorce. enid still has the utmost respect for johnny and still considers him as one of her closest friends. she is trying to ignore the return of butterflies in her stomach any time he’s around - she doesn’t want to complicate things. 

katherine ‘kat’ vincent, 24 years old, tv personality: ever since katherine was 18 years old, she has been on made in chelsea. she is the sister of one of the main cast so was only in a few episodes here and there for the first couple of years but people seemed to enjoy her dry sense of humour and how unafraid to tell it how it was so she was made a main cast member. when kat was told that lydia davenport was joining the cast, she was pretty excited. she had been following the other girls career for a little while now and she was looking forward to working with her. what she didn’t realise, though, was just how closely she and lydia were going to be working. after a few months of lydia working on the show, she and kat started dating. their relationship has never been straight forward. they’re both very firey people and so, sometimes, they can butt heads. it makes for great tv but it’s hard to properly form a strong relationship when they’re like that constantly. all kat really knows is that she likes being with lydia and she doesn’t really think that any of the rest of it matters that much.

oscar blake, 154 23 years old, police officer, vampire: growing up in 1867 in salem heights was difficult for oscar and his family. they were poor and finding the money for food was hard. as soon as he was old enough, oscar was sent to work in the factories so that he could bring in a little bit of money for his family. he had always dreamed of a bigger life, a better life and so when he was asked to run away with an older, wealthy woman when he was eighteen, he jumped at the chance. he didn’t say goodbye to his family. what oscar didn’t know, though, was that this woman was a vampire. when he found out, he demanded that she turn him - and she did. he was twenty three years old when he ‘died’ and oscars new life began. with his new found vampirism it meant that he was able to get whatever it was that he wanted from people and he absolutely exploited that. oscar travelled the world, discovered things that he never would have if he had stayed in the life he had, had at home. he came back to england, though, in 1940 and met charlotte gilmore. he took advantage of her need, using her as his personal blood bag, making sure that she never remembered and then - when he decided it was time - he changed her. oscar and charlotte were together for about ten years - he even took her back home with him - before he got bored and moved on. things didn’t tend to take oscars attention very much. he rarely makes connections with people and is forever moving from town to town and doing all the things that a working class boy in the late 1800s would never have been able to do. although, recently, thoughts of charlotte have been creeping in and he decided to try looking for her, just to see how she was doing.

lucy taylor, 21 years old, journalism student: lucy was born in salem heights and has always known about the supernatural and it was for that reason, that she was dying to get out of the town. when she started university, lucy moved to edinburgh. she was home during the christmas holiday when lucy met finn. her car broke down at the side of the road. he stopped to help her - eventually he towed the car into the garage that he worked out. he and lucy talking all the way there. there was an instant spark there and finn asked her out on a date when she came to pick up her car. it wasn’t the best first date - finn was so nervous - but lucy found that pretty endearing and so they went on a couple more before they decided to make things official. she really likes him and has no idea that he’s still so cut up over his ex girlfriend. they’ve decided that they’re going to try long distance. 

tristan odema, 20 years old, was a film & tv student, deceased: being from salem heights,  tristan was enveloped in the supernatural and it was something that never really bothered him. it was something that was just a part of the world. he was that kind of person though. as long as something wasn’t bothering him, then it wouldn’t be something that he really thought about it. about a year ago, tristan and another friend decided to tag along with enzo on a trip to london but on the way home, his friend swerved to miss an animal and enzo completely lost control of the car. tristan died in the car accident that they then had.  

george hunt,  239 27 years old, vampire: the world when george was turned into a vampire, was a world that’s incredibly different to the one that he is in now but he has been able to adapt. he enjoys the difference in the decades. george has never gone too far from his home - salem heights. he has the image of being the nice boy. he can come across as being incredibly kind and very funny when in reality, he’s actually the opposite. he is harsh and he is cold. he would change his personality to suit whoever it was that he was near and when he was done with the other, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them. george has never been someone who was particularly careful with the pile of bodies that he left behind but he was always one step ahead of the hunters, too strong, too smart. he’s been drinking vervain since he had been changed, after all. george met nell when he returned to salem heights only a couple of months ago and he has set his sight son her, to charm her. so far, it seems to be working. 

#thalia || facts #ashton || headcannon #jude || headcannon #chloe || facts #river || headcannon #franklyn || facts #brett || facts #enid || facts #kat || facts #oscar || facts #charlotte || headcanon #lucy || facts #finn || headcanon #tristan || facts #george || facts

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Top 20 Most Underrated K-Pop Songs of the Decade (2010-2019) PART 1

The 2010s has come and gone before we knew it.  

Continuing with the K-Pop Timeout Tradition (see 2018 Ver) of listing the Top 10 Most Underrated K-Pop Songs because all the other sites are just bothered with the Top 10 that pretty much everyone will have heard of/have fan wars over, below we have created a list of the Top 20 Most Underrated K-Pop Songs of the Decade because 10 spots is not enough to cover the amount of talent slept on.

For these reasons, we will list 10 of them here in PART 1 and an additional 10 in PART 2. This is in alphabetic order NOT in the order of awesomeness because all of them are awesome. Also, all MVs are linked in the song titles because Tumblr won’t let me share that many videos in one post.

100% “U Beauty” (2014)

TOP Media has really failed to make their groups successful since TEEN TOP (and have not really promoted TEEN TOP these days either) and 100% was the first group to fall victim to TOP Media’s poor promotions. Debuting in 2012, the group had so much potential and talent. Rockhyun is arguably one of the best K-Pop main vocals of his generation (which global superstar Rain concurs as a coach on KBS’ “The Unit”) but most K-Pop fans won’t even know.  Out of their repertoire, we found “U Beauty” to be worthy of being in the Top 20 most underrated tracks of the decade because of how catchy and wholesome the song is - boy groups often go for either a very cute or very powerful sound and this was a perfect balance of the two. The boys are able to show their cool and manly side through the powerful choreography and the soothing bridge while the rest of the song is cheerful and sweet. It blows our mind that these boys did not receive more attention in 2014 following such a great track. The boys are still an active boy band so go support their latest releases and check out this underrated gem called “U Beauty”!

A-JAX “INSANE” (2013)

A promising boy band which debuted during DSP Media’s more problematic years (essentially this whole decade until 2016/17), A-JAX never got the promotions they deserved. “INSANE” could have been the right direction for the group to pursue (except DSP gave them cute songs afterwards and later no songs at all). Perhaps because this song was slept on at the time of promotions (the album only sold around 2000 copies) that DSP did not try the sound again. However, it is powerful, slightly dark, yet poppy and fun with a good amount of EDM thrown in. We have had lots of quirky sounding girl groups like f(x), Orange Caramel, Red Velvet and Oh My Girl but not many quirky sounding boy bands since SHINee. “INSANE” was a unique song that could have paved the way for A-JAX to have gone down such a path. While the group has officially disbanded this year, “INSANE” is without a doubt one of the top underrated bops of the decade that you should check out!

B.A.P “WAKE ME UP” (2017)

B.A.P had a great start during their early days and were essentially EXO’s rivals in the 2012-13s and brought the powerful self-produced boy band sound before BTS’ debut. However, likely due to a combination of TS Entertainment being shit and them being shittier after the members sued them during 2014-15, B.A.P never reached the heights of their early 2010s popularity again after returning in 2016 and have officially disbanded in 2019. While B.A.P dropped many underrated bops in their final years, we found “WAKE ME UP” to be the one making our Top 20. Not only was this song wonderful to listen to with the haunting repeats of “WAKE ME UP” in the intro and chorus, but it also has a brilliant message as one of the first K-Pop MVs to clearly illustrate different types of mental illness. Especially since the lyrics also spoke to some of the members, especially leader Bang Yongguk’s own mental health struggles, it was frustrating seeing such a good and heartfelt song receive so little attention in South Korea. If you love meaningful K-Pop tracks, you would love “WAKE ME UP”!

C-Clown “Shaking Heart” (2013)

C-Clown was one of the many amazing new groups in 2012 and had a clear sound and direction of ballad-pop bops. “Shaking Heart” was the last song they made in that style before their company made them go for the more generic mainstream hip-hop heavy sound and it definitely one of the best songs of the decade that was heavily slept on. It showcased the vast talents of the group - Kangjun and Ray’s amazing vocal colour and range (and lowkey still most visually powerful vocal line from a small label), Rome and TK’s contrasting rap styles, Siwoo’s consistency and Maru’s potential in becoming a golden maknae. The group has unfortunately disbanded in 2015, only 3 years after their phenomenal start. While most of the members appear to be doing quite well, with Rome (now going by his birth name Christian Yu) having founded DPR and being a famous K-Pop MV director, Kangjun having a solid modelling career and Maru re-debuting as the main vocal for RnB trio TREI, the group itself could have done so much more if more people took notice of what a bop “Shaking Heart” is and gave them the opportunity to do more tracks of that style. Hence, if you enjoy boy band tracks that combine more ballad styles with pop, this is the song for you!

Dalmatian/DMTN “E.R.” (2012)

Dalmatian, later styled DMTN, was famous K-Pop producer MC Mong’s boy band that was gaining positive attention until member Daniel’s marijuana scandal. Member Simon often still does impromptu fan meets when he travels for work (he is now a coach and producer for idol groups in Japan) but the group has been inactive following 2013. While DMTN may now be a group of the past, their music was without a doubt amazing, with “E.R.” being a perfect example of the epitome early 2010s K-Pop sound (those who heard the DMTN “E.R”/B2ST “Fiction” mashup back then knows what’s up). The song had an emotional chorus filled with amazing ad-libs and beautiful piano instrumentals, a subtle yet sexy choreography and dramatic MV. If you love the early 2010s K-Pop sound, you would love this underrated bop!

GLAM “I Like That” (2013)

Many new K-Pop fans either don’t know them or only know them as the reason Big Hit Entertainment has not been recruiting female trainees for many years now (because one member went off to blackmail world star Lee Byunghun - you can learn all about the drama here). However, GLAM was actually an extremely promising girl group and the first idol group fully produced by Bang PD under Big Hit. Like their now world-famous brother group BTS, GLAM was a group with great vocals and rap, with no problem going hard in choreography and making woke statements (their debut song includes lyrics about being down to kiss boys or girls). “I Like That” was a perfect example of their style and abilities. While the song was just a remake of 1990s K-Pop track "Why Do You" by Chuli and Miae, it was done so well it was essentially GLAM’s own song. It is fun, it is catchy and just a strong and confident girl group bop that existed early in the decade when most girl groups besides 2NE1 and 4Minute did not go hard but cute or sexy. If you love powerful girl group tracks, you would love “I Like That”!

HISTORY “DREAMER” (2013)

The first boy band ever debuting under LOEN Entertainment (now Kakao M), the 5-member group of all visuals had many amazing tracks usually in the vein of dark and sexy concepts. The members were also active in song production and choreography and honestly had everything one could ask for to create a successful group. However, South Korea and overseas K-Pop fans both did not seem to have noticed the existence of such a talented and consistently awesome group and they disbanded in 2017. “DREAMER”, their debut track, is arguably one of the best songs of the decade because of the stage musical style of the song - the piano instrumentals in the verses and the marching band inclusion in the buildup to the chorus, with the crazy smooth footwork and wonderful harmonisation of the boys. There is no other K-Pop boy group song like this. If you are a fan of musicals, this is the song for you!

Ladies’ Code “Galaxy” (2016)

Ladies’ Code had a strong debut, being one of the top rookies in 2013 along with current superstars BTS. While their developing career took a huge blow after the car accident which claimed the lives of two members, EunB and Rise, the remaining girls Ashley, Sojung and Zuny powered on to continue creating amazing music. It is painful to see how their excellence is still ignored by the K-Pop fan base at large. Even Billboard listed “Galaxy” as the #19 best K-Pop track of the decade and very deservingly so. “Galaxy” was their first return as a 3-piece and see the girls take a darker and more mature sound following their earlier fun and quirky retro bops. This transition was done well, as more retro sound choices like jazz instrumentals and 80s chime synths were still used in this comeback as a bridge between the sounds of the two Ladies’ Code eras. The song also complements main vocal Sojung’s exceptionally raspy and low voice very well. These girls are still active and deserve so much more. If you enjoy the darker experimental tracks of f(x), Red Velvet and LOONA, “Galaxy” would be your jam! 

MYNAME “Baby I’m Sorry” (2013)

Debuting in 2011 under legendary Korean RnB duo Fly to the Sky’s Hwanhee’s label, MYNAME was the boy band you knew could sing. And damn they could sing so well. Even the rappers of MYNAME sing typical K-Pop lead vocal quality. For this reason, it made a lot of sense for MYNAME to go for a more ballad-pop sound and flourish in such a musical environment. While they did produce a lot of great songs of that sound, the lack of attention from the Korean public pushed them to go for a more generic hip-hop based boy band sound in 2015. “Baby I’m Sorry” was an example of the greatness of their earlier sound which was just brilliant Korean action drama OST material. The MV was also one of the rare story MVs that make it seem like you are watching a movie (plus the boys acted well). While MYNAME is still active, they now pretty much exclusively promote in Japan, where they are actually appreciated and chart high. In Korea, the members gave their last shot as being idols in KBS’ poorly received survival program “The Unit” and now just act sometimes or model. If you love dramatic ballad-based boy band tracks, you should check out MYNAME’s “Baby I’m Sorry”!

Nine Muses “Wild” (2013)

Once known as the real generals of the Korean military due to their huge fan base among conscripted soldiers, Nine Muses was THE sexy girl group of the decade who somehow always existed between real fame and nugudom during their active years from 2010-2019. Like they have dedicated fans but they never win music show #1s. And the song that should have really put them on the map for all Koreans and K-Pop fans is their 2013 comeback “Wild”. This was just pop perfection - it is catchy, showcases each of the 9 members’ unique vocal colours and performance style, and had some of the sharpest and most in-sync girl group choreography execution of all time. It was also one in a long line of Nine Muse songs that sound like high fashion runaway music and arguably one of the peaks due to the specific line-up of members at the time. Check out “Wild”, if you would like to listen to one of the best K-Pop girl group tracks of the decade!

The other 10 Top 20 Underrated K-Pop Tracks of the Decade are listed in PART 2.

#kpop #k-pop #kpop underrated #k-pop underrated #kpop 2010s #k-pop 2010s #kpop 2019 #k-pop 2019 #100% #a-jax #b.a.p #c-clown #dalmatian #glam #history #ladies' code #myname #nine muses #100% u beauty #a-jax insane #b.a.p wake me up #c-clown shaking heart #dalmatian e.r. #glam i like that #history dreamer #ladies' code galaxy #myname baby i'm sorry #nine muses wild

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Chapter Ninety: Uncharted Territory

Disclaimer: see Prologue.

A/N: I know it’s been a very long time since I posted anything but here it is.Thank you so much for all your comments!! The story is almost over. Only a few more chapter to go. xx Bea.

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             The Invictus Games held in Toronto that year game Harry a purpose and a new sense of accomplishment. After all the turmoil that he and Elle had been through the last months, being able to be a part of something he was so proud of and really make a difference, shone in him a new light and perspective on what he could do now that he had more influence and power on his hands. Elle had stayed behind since Arthur was still too young to travel and needed his mother. 

        When he arrived in Canada, he once again met with the Trudeaus. The trio exchanged pleasantries before proceeding to the Prime Minister's home, where Harry would be a guest until they flew to Toronto on the following day.

" I'm very happy to be able to congratulate you in person on the birth of your son. We are all thrilled for you and Eleanor.", said Justin.

" Thank you. We're both very happy. Arthur really is an incredible child and truly a blessing to us both.", said Harry smiling.

"And... we've all been shocked to hear of the recent changes as well. I'm sorry if that is a sensitive topic, but I wanted to talk to you about some bilateral projects, if I may.", said Justin.

" It's somewhat delicate but I'm happy to talk about improving the relationship between the UK and Canada.", said Harry, giving a brief smile. " But for now, let's focus on the task in hand. This year's Invictus Games.", he continued and the Prime Minister nodded his head, not touching on the subject any longer.

    On the following morning, Harry flew to Toronto with the Prime Minister and his wife. He was taken in a black SUV to the Air Canada Center, where the opening and closing ceremony would held. As the car approached the venue, he could hear the music and cheer growing louder and louder. Stepping out of the car, Harry waved his hand at the public gathered. He walked backstage, alongside the Justin Trudeau and waited for his queue. As the teams filled the arena one by one, Harry watched as the speeches were made, getting emotional after each story of endurance and hardships that was shared. 

" Your Royal Highness, Ladies and Gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to stand before you tonight and welcome our competitors to this year's Invictus Games. But before we can declare this games officially opened I'd like to say a few words. Your Royal Highness, thank you so much for your leadership, vision and strength in realising and guiding  this project, which will allow so many of our brave veterans to keep moving forward and us, the opportunity to cheer them on.", said Justin and loud cheers and claps were heard from the audience.

"... and without further ado, here, to declare the Invictus Games Toronto 2017 opened, our patron and founder, Prince Harry.". Harry was then welcomed onstage and smiled at the audience. 

" Hello Toronto! Merci beaucoup pour votre hospitalité. And thank you Prime Minister for this warm welcome. Invictus is about the dedication of the men and women who served their countries, confronted hardship, and refused to be defined by their injuries. Invictus is about the families and friends who faced the shock of learning that their loved ones had been injured or fallen ill - and then rallied to support them on their journey of recovery. And above all, Invictus is about the example to the world that all service men and women - injured or not - provide about the importance of service and duty. I wanted to find a way for veterans to be a beacon of light, and show us all that we have a role to play; that we all win when we respect our friends, neighbours, and communities. That's why we created Invictus. Not only to help veterans recover from their physical and mental wounds; but also to inspire people to follow their example of resilience, optimism, and service in their own lives.", said Harry.

" Sadly, my wife could not join us here since she's at home with our little one...", he said and cheers erupted from the crowd. "... but she too wanted to pass along the message of hope we all share today.", he continued and a video appeared on the screen behind him. In it, Elle was dressed in her Invictus Toronto 2017 shirt and had a little Arthur, napping on her arms, dressed in the Invictus baby grow they had been gifted a few months ago.

" Hello Toronto! Hello competitors! It saddens me not to be able to see you compete fiercely in these coming days and cheer you on as I did last year in Florida. But as you can see, I have a very small person that needs my full attention.", she joked and there was a sound of laughter from the crowd. " These games were created so that each an every one of you can see and experience change and teamwork. You are all winners for having reached this far. For cheating death and overcome emotional and physical challenges. I hope you embody the spirit of this games by showing courage and determination that will inspire generations to come. You are proving to the world that everything is possible, even under the most impossible situations. Good luck to you all!", said Elle. As the video ended, another cheer and applauses were heard and Harry grinned. 

" Well, as my wife has said, I hope you are ready to inspire, to challenge, to work together, and to change your lives in the next coming days. You are Invictus! Let's get started!", he concluded, to a resounding cheer. 

    When Harry came back from Canada, he felt invigorated. He was ready to resume his public activities with full force. And so was Elle. With them both back at work, which had had some new additions to their normal workload since the singing of the Abdication document, Harry and Elle spent a lot of time on their engagements around London and the UK as well as working on their side projects. Elle had once again started writing her book, meeting every now and then with Melissa and Trevor to catch up and talk about academia. As for Harry, he was working on expanding Sentebale's work across other African countries.

A new Royal Tour was set for next year, on the Caribbean, which they hoped to bring their son along. Most of the times, if they’d be staying for more than a day, they’d bring Arthur with them. But he did spend a good deal of time with his grandparents, who, on both parts, doted on the little boy, dearly. Even though Charles and Camilla were estranged from Harry, Elle made a point to take baby Arthur to see them from time to time. As for her own parents, Victoria and Rupert adored babysitting their grandson and were completely at his mercy. Elle once caught her father bouncing the infant on his knee as he did with her when she was a child and it warmed her heart to see how much her son was loved by her family.

     Not to mention the staff. The entire McClaire gang doted on the little boy. Brandon and Olivia were delighted to have a child on the home again and usually commented on how much they had missed the joy of children whenever Elle was around. Jane and Gregory took upon themselves to play with Arthur whenever they could. As for Margaret and Thomas, they’d school the little boy about everything around the kitchen and garden, respectively. Now that he was starting to eat solids, Maggie was particularly fond of cooking small portions of baby food for Elle to take home with her to see if Arthur would enjoy it. And it had never failed to please the infant, to the chef’s delight. 

        Once winter arrived, and Elle’s birthday came to pass, she received the best gift she could ever wish for: hearing Arthur properly say his first couple of words, such as mama, dada and lan, which, of course, translated to the three most import things in his life: his parents and Lancelot. He had also mastered his tummy time and could roll on it and then upwards again, as well as sitting without either Harry or Elle helping him. They had a good routine going on of naps, playtime and feeds, with now a few solids introduced as well. The new parents quickly discovered Arthur’s fondness for bananas but his distaste for papaya. Little by little, the three of them were entering new territories. 

    On the second week of November, Elle and Harry prepared for Remembrance Sunday, as many other members of the Royal Family. That’d be the first big and meaningful event without William and Catherine. They had moved back to Anglesey with the children and Elle had heard weekly from Kate. Dressed in a black dress and matching black hat, she stood beside Camilla,  Anne, and Sophie on the balcony and watched as Her Majesty, Charles, Harry, Andrew and Edward all placed the red poppies wreath on the Cenotaph. A tear or two fell down her cheeks as she thought about all the suffering that still went on around the world; about the fight and the people, military and civilians alike that were caught in the numerous conflicts. 

     That day at the Cenotaph had been the first interaction Harry had had with his father since the Abdication. After the ceremony, once they were all inside, she saw them talking in hushed tones and Harry, although stone faced, was talking back to Charles and even gave a small, tight smile to his father when he showed his phone to him. Elle imagined they were talking about Arthur. On the mend… slowly, but surely., she thought observing father and son. 

 “ I’m so glad to see them taking again.”, said Camilla, coming to stand beside Elle. The young duchess nodded her head, agreeing with the older woman.

“ Indeed. There’s much work to be done, but the first steps have been taken.”, said Elle. 

 “ I hope he can do the same with his brother.”, commented Camilla. “… William… it’s been hard on him too. He misses Harry. They all do. Will you talk to him, Eleanor? See if he can, maybe, call him again?”, she asked.

 “ I’ll try. I promise. I don’t like this situation anymore than you do, but Harry needs to be allowed to get over the anger and resentment he’s still feeling before he can forgive both his father and his brother.”, said Elle.

 ************

     Long before the whole ordeal with the Abdication had come to pass, it had been decided that Harry, Elle, Arthur and Sir Lancelot would spend Christmas with her family that year, stopping by at Sandringham, to make a quick visit to the Queen and other members of the family, on Boxing Day. So when December came, Elle was more than happy to take all of the Christmas decorations from storage and start giving their apartment the very best of seasonal cheer. 

As this was Arthur’s first Christmas, she had outdone herself by making sure he was featured every step of the way, dressing him in the cutest outfits: from little Elf to Rudolf, a Snowman and Father Christmas himself. Harry would often sneak on her and take several pictures of her and of Arthur and sometimes he too would get into them. The album Elle had given him years ago was filling up quickly. Soon another one would have to be bought so they could be cataloging their lives together. 

When he went to their bedroom that evening to shower and change while Elle fed Arthur downstairs, he opened one of his drawers to look for that particular photo album when he saw the binder Elle had given him on their first anniversary, a few months ago. In it, there were the unopened letters she had written to him, each for a different occasion. Going through them, he found the one he was looking for: for when you feel lost. Carefully detaching it from the binder, Harry took the small envelope in his hands and opened it. Elle’s elegant penmanship came into view.

 My love, my darling Harry,

If you’re reading this letter, then it means something horrible has happened in yours or our lives and you need to keep yourself grounded, to find a path to keep going forward. I may not know what it is since I’m writing this in the past with no hindsight whatsoever about the future. But, I do know that you’ll always find a way to see the light at the end of the dark tunnel. You are one of the strongest, most kind, good-hearted and positive people I know. You’ll find a way to see past whatever is troubling you because you know, deep down, that it’s not the edge of a cliff, or the end of journey. There’s so much more to be lived! You may be at a crossroads or maybe a very big challenge is what you’re facing… and although it seems like a big deal now, it will be nothing more than a little bump on your path towards a great and happy future. You can do it, Harry. You can face whatever challenge is put in front of you and you can find your path again. I hope I’m there by your side, through thick and thin, as we have vowed to each other. I hope you don’t need to read this letter because I’m going to be there by your side telling everything that is written here. But, in the case that I’m not for whatever reason or that you need to hear it again, and again, again… You can and you will be found. You will see clearer. You will overcome the darkness and the desolation you might have been feeling. Take a deep breath, focus on the good parts of your life, on the people who love and support you no matter what, find your inner strength to battle the urge to 

shut everyone out… forgiven and forget, my darling. The storm is scary but it always ends. And the result is a beautiful and clear sky. You may be lost in the middle of a storm right now, but it will end. I’m sure of it.

All my love, 

Elle.

Harry eyes were glossy and unshed tears threatened to fall down his cheeks as he read the letter another time. He let her words sink in his brain and heart, reassuring him yet again, that he could do the task that was set for him and that she, his wonderful wife, his marvellous Elle, would be with him, beside him, every step of the way. Sighing, Harry folded the letter and put it on his nightstand. A hot shower was in need. 

    He was mid shower when he heard the bathroom door open. Harry didn’t turn his back for he knew who was it. Soon, a chilly air invaded the box and a pair of arm encircled his waist. He felt Elle’s breathe on his back, her lips gently kissing his warm skin.

“ Arthur is asleep.”, she said in between pecks. He placed his hands over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze before turning his body to face her. Looking deeply into her eyes, Harry cupped her cheek and lowered his head, molding his lips against hers. They pulled each other closer, basking in the passion of the moment, as the hot water fell on their bodies. Kissing turned into touching, pressing and gasping and soon, Elle had her back against the tiles, moaning. Their love making became more and more intense, the shower long forgotten. Panting, the entangled their bodies and leaned their foreheads together, faintly smiling. 

" It's been a while since we've done that, hasn't it?", said Harry, giving her his signature smirk.

" In the shower? Most definitely.", she replied chuckling. Pecking his lips, she reached for the towel and draped around her body before exiting the bathroom. Harry remained there for a few more minutes then joined an already dressed Elle in bed. He got under the covers and pulled her against him, nesting her in his arms. Gently, he began running his fingers through her hair, which earned him soft moans of content from her. In a matter of minutes, Elle was fast asleep. Harry smiled at the sight before him and placed a peck on her temple before closing his own eyes and drifting off into sleep.

************

    As Christmas week came, Harry, Elle, Arthur, Lancelot, and their RPO's made their way to Woodenford Castle. Passing through the snowy fields of Wiltshire, they drove during late morning arriving at the familiar majestic site of the 13th century stone castle on early afternoon, just in time for a healthy lunch provided by Ms. Martin, the fabulous chef. As soon as they were past the gates, Elle could see her family eagerly waiting at the front door. Once the car was pulled into a stop, they jumped out of the Range Rover, took Lancelot out and pulled Arthur from his car seat, who greeted his parents with a bubbly smile. The family was soon engulfed in warm hugs and kisses on the cheek offered by Victoria, Rupert and Edward, who soon whisked his nephew away, whispering promises of fun and mischief in his ear, while Logan helped with their luggage.

" I'm so glad you're here!", said Victoria, still holding Elle's shoulders. 

"We are very glad to be here.", said Elle. " Specially since it's Arthur's first Christmas. And nothing can compare to our Christmas tree...", she continued as they stepped inside. Warmth and the smell of pine and spices filled her senses, making her instantly more relaxed and happy. As they too off their coats and headed to the Drawing Room, she held her breath in excitement. And she wasn't disappointed. The 25ft Norway spruce was up, its ornaments glistening under the lights.

" Oh wow...", said Elle in wonder.

" We haven't finished decorating it yet. We know how much you love doing it.", said her father smiling. She smiled back at him and nodded her head with enthusiasm. She walked over to the with Arthur in her arms and browsed over the many different ornaments, their shapes and colours twinkling in the light, catching the infant's eyes and sparkling his curiosity. The family around them smiled lovingly at the scene and Harry even snapped a few pictures of mother and son, who seemed to be immersed in their own little bubble of Christmas cheer. They all joined in to decorated the tree. Little by little, the magnificent decor was complete. Harry snuck behind Elle and warped his arms around her, pulling her and Arthur close to him. 

" Now this... is what I call a proper Christmas tree.", he said in her ear.

" Couldn't agree more.", she replied, turning her head to the side and pecking his lips. They smiled to each other then looked down at Arthur who was looking amazed at every little thing around him. Elle kissed his chubby cheeks and Harry tickled his belly, earning them both a giggle from the toddler. His smile, a toothy one now, lit up the room. It was contagious and made everyone else smile too.

    For the next few days, Elle and Harry took the time away from the city to decompress and have a few dates, just the two of them. Since the snow wasn't deep and they decided to take the horses for a small walk near the river. Bundled up in puffer jackets and very warm mittens and caps, they walked over to the stables, greeting the familiar faces they saw on their way.

" Ahh Lionheart.", said Elle stepping close to her horse's stall. He neighed and threw his mane around, reaching for her hand. She chuckled and caressed his nose. "I've missed you too, buddy.", she said to him. Harry was given Percival to ride, just like on the first time he had been to Woodenford, all those years ago when they reconnected. 

    They saddled up their horses and slowly trotted side by side, the chilly breeze cutting through their skin, making theirs cheeks red. "Race you to the river.",  he said to her and galloped past her. Elle chuckled, remembering how she was the one to do the same last time they did that. She soon caught up with him and they laughed to each other as they reached the riverbank together. 

" Even with a head start, you can't seem to beat me, Major.", she said, winking and grinning at him. 

" What can I say, you've always been better at it than me...", he replied. Harry then got off his horse, tying him to a nearby tree. He then helped Elle out of her horse and did the same. Elle then picked up the the small basket with water and sandwiches she had brought and hand in hand, they walked to a stone bench that overlooked the river. Sipping on their bottles and nibbling on their snacks, they quietly observed the flow of the water and the breeze on the pine trees, listening to the sounds of the nature around them. Snuggling up to him, Elle sighed happily. 

" Feels so good to be here, in the peace and quiet after the months we've had, doesn't it?", she said.

" It really does.", replied Harry. " Sometimes I can't believe all that has happened to us...", he continued, holding her close, playing with her wedding ring. 

" I know, darling. It's been a crazy couple of year, filled with good and bad things, and we've faced them all together.", said Elle, looking up at him. 

" I have no idea what I'd have done without you by my side, Elle.", he said cupping her cheek. "You bring out the best in me. You're my saving grace and shining light at the end of a dark and rocky road.", he finished. 

" Oh Harry...", she whispered, smiling gently at him, teary eyed after his declaration. Leaning in, she pulled him closer and brought his lips towards hers. They kissed slowly, savouring the moment, but eagerness and passion flowed through their mouths and soon they were feeling much hotter than before. Once they finally pulled away from each other in need of breath, they rested their foreheads together, breathing in and out, eyes closed, feeling the heat coming from one another's bodies. 

************

    On Christmas Eve, the family gathered in the Great Hall of the castle for the Foundation brunch. A tradition that her parents had started as a way of thanking the staff and key members of the community who are a part of the Duke and Duchess' foundation. Cassandra was there and was delighted into meeting the new addition to the family. As were a few other staff members, coordinators and representatives of the small associations connected to the Foundation. Harry was soon whisked away by some veterans that he had met before while Elle was engrossed in talking to new mothers and their children about the literacy projects she had been developing and the work that had been done in the county. At dusk, they took part in a soup kitchen, delivering food and blankets to the homeless and less fortunate of Salisbury.

" I think that doing this, helping other people, really shows what Christmas is all about.", commented Elle as they gave out blankets to the people. Harry smiled at her and placed a kiss on her temple. 

    When finally came time for dinner, they returned to the castle for the much anticipated festivities. Dressed in a burgundy red dress and black pumps Elle patiently fed Arthur while Harry took shower. With only a towel around his waist, he come out of the shower and gave her a peck on the lips, walking towards the closet to get dressed. Smirking, Elle bit her lips and settled Arthur on his Moses basket. She tiptoed to the closet, finding her husband wearing only his underwear. Sneakily encircled her arms around his waist, running her hands up and down his torso, leaving a trail of kisses along his back and neck. Harry groaned and she smirked to herself, nibbling his earlobe. 

" Someone's in a mood...", he said huskily. 

" Oh darling... you have no idea what awaits you later tonight...", she whispered back, before leaving him alone in the closet.

" Looking forward to it... you tease!", he said, catching sight of her wink and smirk towards him just as she exited the room. Shaking his head, Harry dressed quietly, feeling a little discomfort on his trousers. That little temptress..., he thought. He heard her talking to Arthur and soon he was all alone in their room, which gave him plenty of time to get her gift from his suitcase. Smiling to himself as he looked at it, he pocked it and left the room as well, rushing down the stairs to meet the rest of the family. 

    The McClaire family was gathered in the Hall, the Christmas tree sparkling bright and under it, a selection of different sized boxes, mostly filled with toys and clothes for Arthur no doubt. The table was set with candlelight and ornaments along its length; a selection of roasts and mashes filled them all and warmed their bodies. At the stroke of midnight, the clinked their glasses in cheerful and joyful harmony, wishing each other a very happy Christmas. Once dinner was over, they pulled crackers and in a selections of colourful paper crowns, gave each other their gifts. As predicted, Arthur was spoiled to bits by their grandparents and uncle. Her parents exchanged comical gifts such as a new pair of glasses for her father and a new crocheting kit for her mother. Her brother gave everyone gift cards to Waterstones, which pleased most of them. Elle and Harry gave them framed pictures of Arthur with each family member, which brought her mother to tears. Finally, it was their time to exchange gifts. 

" Mine is a little bit late, but with everything that has been going on, I thought it was actually fitting to give it to you now.", said Harry handing Elle a small, squared package. She tore the paper and inside she found the familiar red box with the logo of the House of Garrard in golden letters. She carefully opened it, finding an eternity band ring, surrounded by tiny diamonds. Picking it up, she noticed that on the inside that was something engraved: Little Bear it read and she looked up at her husband with misty eyes.

" I wanted to give you that for a long time but...", said Harry. Elle smiled and shook her head.  "No, no... it's perfect timing... oh Harry... it's beautiful. Thank you.", she said, pecking his lips. She then reached to her side to give him his present. Similar to her own, it was wrapped in a square brown paper. He, like her, tore it to pieced and found a small circular container. 

Opening the lid, he chuckled and looked at her. Elle smiled and waited for his reaction. He took the silver and leather bracelet from it and payed closer attention to the marks on it: 

51°31'02.0"N  0°10'23.0"W, 19.04.17. Harry instantly knew what it meant. 

" It seems I'm gonna start a collection with these ones...", he joked, pointing out to the bracelet. Elle chuckled and smiled. 

" Well... it's only fitting since you have one for every part place in our shared history.", said Elle. 

" I love it. Thank you, my love.", he said, kissing her cheek. 

        That night, once everyone was asleep and Arthur was properly placed on her old bedroom which had been converted into a nursery, Elle kept her promise to Harry. She teased him, and toyed with him until he had enough of it and pushed her against the wall, on the bed, in the shower, and on the floor. They released all their bottled up tension making passionate love to each other again and again.

************

        On the very early ours of Boxing Day, they made the four-hour journey from Salisbury to Sandringham. With a sleepy Arthur in the back and Ingrid beside him, they drove to the familiar red bricked estate. 

" Are you ready to see them?", asked Elle.

" I am. Do I still feel hurt? Yes. Am I going to wallow in it? No. I think I should, no, need to move forward. For my own sake.", replied Harry. Nodding her head, Elle smiled and took her hand in hers, joining their fingers. 

" It will be great. And we'll start mending bridges by greeting them properly, alright?", said Elle, and Harry nodded his head in agreement. They parked outside and were greeted by William, Catherine and a very sleepy looking George. Taking a step forward, Harry smiled gently and embraced his brother.

" Hi Will. Happy Christmas.", he said. William, who was a little shocked, embraced his brother back and smiled widely at him.

" Happy Christmas, Harry.", he replied then hugged Elle as well. 

" Hello all. Merry Christmas!", said Kate, hugging them. " Had a pleasant trip?", she asked.

" It was pleasant enough. Not much traffic at this hour.", replied Harry.

" How was Christmas at Woodenford? I don't think I've been there since we were teenagers.", said William.

" Oh it was great. You know hoe my mother is with decorations... Arthur was delighted to see everything.", said Elle smiling at her brother-in-law. 

" I wonder where Elle gets the crazy Christmas fever from...", said Harry and the adults chuckled. The light atmosphere was enough to settle the animosities and bring back, a little of he camaraderie and love that was severed between the brothers. The sleeping toddler on her arms twitched a bit and they rushed inside, to warm themselves up. Once there, they were greeted by the rest of the family who were about to get breakfast. Charles and Camilla were among the first ones to greet them. Cautiously, Charles approached Harry.

" Son... Merry Christmas.", said Charles, smiling faintly. Harry smiled back and took a step forward to hug his father. Elle could see that Charles was visibly relieved to be hugged by his younger son. 

" We're delighted that you've come here.", said Camilla, greeting them with hugs and kisses. " Would you like to have breakfast with us?", she asked. Famished as they were, they joined in and Arthur was soon whisked away from Elle's arms and passed along cousins and doting family members.

" Oh he's so big!", commented Anne smiling. 

" He's gonna be a tall lad!", said Edward. 

" I reckon he's gonna go into the family tradition and join the military.", said Andrew.

" Now now, he's not even a year old. Let the poor baby be.", said Bea.

    The banter and conversation flew joyously and Elle took the time to look around the room. Elizabeth and Philip were still absent but, considering the time, she thought they would both be changing for church. Soon enough, they appeared on the doorstep and smiled at the sight of the new arrivals.

" About time you got here, boy. Lost your way, ye?", joked Philip. 

" Let us see the baby...", said Elizabeth, taking Arthur into her arms. The baby cooed and smiled at his great grandmother. "Oh he's just as adorable as I remembered.", she said., making his parents beam with pride. " Oh, that reminds me... I have something for him. Come with me you two.", she said pointing to Harry and Elle. Following her into the living room where the Christmas tree was, she handed them a rectangular box. Opening it, they found a glass bobble with Arthur's name in it, surrounded by glittering green specks. 

" Now he has one too.", said the monarch. " We've hanged yours now you can put his next to them.", she continued. Smiling to the older woman, Elle took the ornament and looked around the tree to find hers and Harry's names, placing his it just under theirs.

" Now the tree is complete.", said Elizabeth.

" Indeed, it is. Family should stick together... and I'm happier than I can possibly say to have you here, my dears.", she continued looking at the small family in front of her.

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Building 7 - Engineering consent

The official story is that a group of guys, after a few flight lessons, took over five commercial airliners with boxcutters, flew those planes in various directions. One of the planes flew at ground level into the very section of a building where investigators were looking at a 2.3 trillion dollar bookkeeping error (lucky for some). NORAD appeared to take no notice (even better), even though that system was designed to address a soviet missile strike and the Washington corridor is surrounded by air force bases (freaky lucky). Then a couple headed off to attack a couple of buildings with no military value, but intense cultural significance (killing yourself for artistic merit). These buildings in turn collapsed like pancakes (there that strangeness again) into their own footprint (neat) in less than a day (fast, 100 storey buildings)…causing 18 years of non stop war. All of this took place on the day that signifies “emergency” to people in the USA. The whole opera was supposedly directed by a man who was a known US intel asset, who later hid out in a cave (in the 21st century).  What I call fear porn seems to be the official narrative. You could probably pull a million threads out of that ball of string. I always thought a NY beat cop could have solved it in five minutes by questioning Junior, without even using "enhanced interrogation techniques." Remember when he couldn't take a piss without cheney being there.

This week was the anniversary of the twin towers bombing. The media was overflowing with admonitions to "never forget."Some of you may understand the hypnotic value of such a phrase, repeated over and over with the same sparce imagery. It's a message to keep bleating. It reminds one of the moon stuff (but let's not get distracted, shall we, people love to shout "conspiracy," "birther" or "truther"over and over).   I'd guide your attention with the attention to one trick...one of the premiere objectives is to use the pubic purse to fund all of these events, to then use public money to drive a pre-conceived agenda and in doing so to destroy Christianity and western civilization by it's own hand (this is a central conceit). It's a very pretty death blossom (if that's your perspective). To bleed a country dry. It's very simple stuff, Bush and Co. have been working for Satan, not America. Another point of attention is how "intelligence" agencies set up their own terrorists and events to control outcomes. This is common practice. Honey traps, blackmail, coercion, payoffs, cut outs, traitors, military coups, military subversion and assassination have all been used with this method. Here is a central conspiracy theory; building 7 (the story goes it fell into it's own footprint (again)), not from plane strike, but from a massive internal fire." The official theory established that the 47-story colossus collapsed on its base after the tragic attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, at 5:20 p.m., when it was affected by the fire coming from the Twin Towers—Buildings 1 and 2 of the World Trade Center. The building was completely destroyed in just seven seconds. (note: 7 seconds, complete destruction) However, after investing four years in computer simulations, the FAU scientists published a draft report that concludes that the collapse of the third WTC skyscraper on Sept.11, 2001 was not due to any fire, but “the almost simultaneous failure of every column in the building.” https://thebl.com/us-news/fire-did-not-destroy-world-trade-center-building-7-on-sept-11-scientific-study-reveals.html

At the same time as they are saying "never forget" the online personas are as adroitly as possible trying to forget all about building 7. Why? I had someone die, etc., don't bring up the "bad" memories. Don't hurt my feelings with your inconvenient facts. When 3000 engineers say something is a bit fishy... Some time ago, more than 3,000 active and retired architects and engineers called on the U.S. Congress to conduct a new investigation into the three WTC skyscrapers that were destroyed on Sept. 11. Under the name ‘Architects and Engineers for 9/11 Truth,’ they said there was “sufficient doubt about the official story to justify reopening the 9/11 investigation.” “The new investigation must include a full inquiry into the possible use of explosives that might have been the actual cause of the destruction of the World Trade Center Twin Towers and Building 7,” they said.https://thebl.com/us-news/fire-did-not-destroy-world-trade-center-building-7-on-sept-11-scientific-study-reveals.html

I know that no matter what I pull up, you'll say, not an "official source,"meaning one of the raggle taggle mob of official sources. The same rags that are being tossed into the air by Trumpie on a daily basis. On the one hand you're obsessed with following your command and control narrative and yet when Trumpie tells you they are pure bullshit fake news outlets, you mock Trumpie (an actual patriot), who was there on the day, is a native new yorker, property development billionaire and quite clued into how buildings are constructed, said, explosives did it, when interviewed at the time. https://www.disclose.tv/trump-was-one-of-the-first-who-said-only-explosives-could-have-brought-the-wtc-down-312592 "Donald Trump: It wasn’t architectural defect. The World Trade Center was always known as a very very strong building. Don’t forget that took a big bomb in the basement (1993). Now, the basement is the most vulnerable place because that’s your foundation and it withstood that and I got to see that area about three or four days after took place because one of my structural engineers actually took me for a tour because he did the building and I said “I can’t believe it”. The the building was standing solid and half of the columns were blown out. This was an unbelievably powerful building. If you don’t know anything about structure it was one of the first buildings that was built from the outside. The steel, the reason the World Trade Center had such narrow windows is that in between all the windows, you had the steel on the outside, the steel on the outside of the building." Which is it? Your loyalty is to another king, isn't it? you'd willingly concede any deception to stay asleep. You're so patriotic drapped in your false flag, yet you're unwilling to investigate? Riddle me ree. Another deflection is to honor the dead by continuing to follow the official narrative. An official narrative which has laid waste to Syria, Lybia, Iraq, Afghanistan, created a refugee crisis in most European countries, killed millions of people (brown skinned Muslims and their sovereignty don't matter according to your narrative), vilified one of the world's great religions of over 600 mln people, created a massive war industry bonus system and sent militarized american youth off on a multi billion dollar worldwide goose chase. On one hand, you're not supposed to hurt the feelings of grieving "family" members and on the other hand you're supposed to forget the "feelings" of the ordinary people in the middle east in countries that didn't bomb your building (in the official narrative the pilots were a Saudi based terror group).  You don't question anything? Ever?

  Muslims = bad. That seems a little simplistic...unless you're being pushed into this position intentionally, then you're just a dupe, everybody's fool. In all cases the admonition is to stick to the official line. In the first instance because you'll hurt "feelings." In the second to propagate a revenge narrative x1000. In both cases, they keep the script firmly on the "burning twins." The images are always the same, the same loop, the same sequence, the same fragment of time. What is always tried in these circumstances is to move the conversation into the "conspiracy theory" basket. The mocking, "truther" cat calls and the "you're either with us or against us" nonsense.  My argument is fairly straightforward, "a group of people did something."The reasons varied in terms of motive, but the overall purpose was satanic. Pure evil. The tool of lucifer is deception. There were proximate and strategic objectives and everyone had their own angle. The "intelligence" angle was one big winner in all of it, the "patriot" act (mirror), operation iraqi freedom (mirror) homeland security (mirror). All the other legislation to turn the US (and the world) into a police state. The jewish angle is another obvious win for one "side" over another.  That is not over quite yet, is - real-is will receive a knock on the door one of these days.

Who was head of the C_A? Geroge Tenet "Tenet appealed to the original mission of the agency, which had been to "prevent another Pearl Harbor" Who was Poppy (Heroin) Bush? Former head of C_A. Who was Cheney? Former boss of Halliburton (military contractor). Who was President? Baby bush. Who was head of security in twin towers? Marvin Bush.  When was FBI director appointed?  When did Larry take over the lease?  Connection of Rummy to Cheney? Wolfowitz? Perle? "Of the twenty-five people who signed PNAC's founding statement of principles, ten went on to serve in the administration of U.S. President George W. Bush, including Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld, and Paul Wolfowitz."https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_for_the_New_American_Century  One theory is that the towers were built with the satanic sacrifice in mind by the Rs in R plaza. This makes sense on a construction level (nothing is designed to be permanent, especially in a major city). The twin towers were old and their infrastructure was creaking. To take down the buildings in a conventional manner would have involved lots of public consultation, reports and working with the surrounding owners over a protracted period of time. The towers were every well built with an exceptionally strong steel outer-casing augmented by an inner pile (take a look at Japanese anti earth quake technologies for reference points). So the traditional path of demolition was going to be expensive. Why not demolish it anyway and blame ...a whatever? Collect the insurance? Rebuild with on the same site after banking a profit. The twins were taken down on a specific day. A day that ties to a calendar. It was a scripted event. It’s a show of power and a trigger (quite literally, a smoking gun). They even removed the evidence and threw it in a river (figuratively) by shipping all the steel off and melting it down.

You were pre-programmed for years by Hollywood and MSM for this event. If you’re looking for proof on that one, there are lot’s of sources (you don’t even need to dig really). All day long on that day they re-ran the same sequences (imprinting) and the same interviews from the same angles (remember a major city has many viewpoints). We only have four still images from the pentagon, one of the most secure buildings in the world. In fact that has been the pattern for these types of "happenings," low quality grainy images from only one view point and people being asked to “hand in” their footage for investigations that go nowhere, even now, with the quality of everyone's camera. We all know: https://twitter.com/rmthompson07/status/1172099449847463936 Three towers: https://twitter.com/DrutangAtHome/status/1171652481144766469 Same day: https://twitter.com/MemoryHold/status/1171897368964476929 NYFD: https://twitter.com/dontnwid/status/1172022723859615745 Dancing Israelis: https://twitter.com/MemoryHold/status/1171504832500264962 Gen. Wesley Clark: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNt7s_Wed_4 This individual took a timely walk into a museum recently: https://twitter.com/VincentCrypt46 A few days ago Jeb Bush got some blowback on his “disgusting” tweet response: https://twitter.com/JebBush/status/1171955174065283072 Larry Silverstein: https://youtu.be/WXgpB-3xKKk  “Pull it” Pre-programming:  https://gfycat.com/ru/advancedalarmingarrowana-fight-club-movies

"As the New York Times ' David W. Dunlap points out, Virgil's "you" actually refers to the characters, Nisus and Euryalus, two warrior-lovers who "have just slaughtered the enemy in an orgy of violence, skewering soldiers whom ambushed in their sleep." And for this massacre, Nisus and Euryalus are killed, their heads impaled on spears. Of the inscription at the 9/11 Memorial Museum, Helen Morales, a classicist at the University of California, Santa Barbara, told the Times, "If we take into account its original context, the quotation is more applicable to the aggressors in the 9/11 tragedy than those honored by the memorial…So my first reaction is that the quotation is shockingly inappropriate for the U.S. victims of the 9/11 attack." https://jezebel.com/quote-on-the-9-11-memorial-is-shockingly-inappropriate-1560975808 Read the full article

#collapse #decisions #Ideas #steel #Structure

[kcatons-blog]

a  CAILIN  RUSSO  lookalike  was  strolling  down  broadway  street  in  their  balenciaga sneakers  .  𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄  𝐊𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍  just  had  a  birthday  bash  for  their  twenty  third  birthday  .  they  have  been  living  in  new  york  city  for  five  years  .  i  hear  they  tend  to  be  garrulous  at  parties  ,  but  also  kind  of  perceptive  .  (  demi-girl  &  she/they  ) 

so  it’s   soph ,  back  at  it  again  with  another  muse  !  i’ve  been  itching  to  bring  my  new  baby  so  i’m  rly  happy  to  introduce  u  all  to  HOLLY  KEATON  ! the  sunshine  to  counteract  ezra’s  gloominess . i’m  finishing  up  some  work  while  watching  dirty  john  so  i’m  just  gonna  throw  u  guys  this  rather short intro& roll  with  it  ! if  u  wanna  plot  just  ♡  this  ,  or  if  ur  feeling  Brave  my  @  is  liability  #5013  ( i  think  )  !

𝟎𝟎𝟏.  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

full  name:  holly  faye  keaton

birthday: tuesday.  february  14th  ,  1996.

age:  twenty  three  years

gender:  demi-girl

pronouns:  she  /  they

occupation:  1  /  2   members  of  an  ‘  underground  ’  band  .

voiceclaim: broods (  x  ,  x  )

birthplace:  london  ,  england.

family:  mother  &  father  

languages spoken: english  

star  sign: aquarius

sexuality: pansexual  &  panromantic

distinguishable  features:  icy  blonde  hair  ,  fluffy  brows  ,  a  dusting  of  freckles  across  the  bridge  of  her  nose  and  cheekbones  ,   a  tattoo  of   a   clementine  on  her  forearm  &  a  heart  with  daggers  on  the  other  arm.

𝟎𝟎𝟐. 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

holly  was  an  unanticipated  but  welcomed  surprise  to  british  musical  duo  ,  poppy  &  ace.  nobody  would  ever  place  the  two  as  suitable  parents  -  the  two  seemingly  unable  to  even  manage  their  OWN  chaotic  lives  ,  but  they  gladly  proved  them  wrong. 

 holly  had  probably  the  most  unique  &  cool  childhood  a  kid  could  imagine.  her  memories  of  her  youth  are  filled  with  watching  her  parents  perform  ,  travelling  the  world &  nights  spent  in  the  tour  bus  with  her  dad  teaching  her  to  play  the  guitar.

once  she  reached  her  teen  years  ,  she  began  to  ache  for  the  normal  life  she'd  never  had  a  chance  to  experience  -  not  because  she  was  ungrateful  for  the  life  she  had  by  any  means  ,  but  because  she  felt  sheltered.  upon  her  request  ,  she  attended  boarding  school  in  america  until  the  age  of  eighteen  -  getting  up  to  some  Wild  Shit. 

she  officially  moved  to  new  york  after  finishing  school  with  aims  to  kick-start  her  own  singing  career.  at  the  moment  she's  more  of  a  one-hit  wonder  ,  a  single  she  released  back  in  2017  as  part  of  a  duo  (  wanted  connection  !!!  )  being  her  most  notable  contribution  to  the  charts.  otherwise  they  have  a  pretty  average  following.

𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓.

holly  doesn't  really  have  the  capacity  to  shut  her  mouth.  she  adores  socialising  &  connecting  with  people  ,  and  will  attempt  to  do  so  despite  others’  reluctance.

she's  pretty  confident  and  there's  not  much that  phases  her  -  she  certainly  doesn't  allow  herself  to  dwell  on  the  opinions  of  others.

both  eccentrically-upbeat  &  laidback  ..  depends  on  the  mood  you  find  her  in.  that  said  she's  not  EASILY  rattled  &  it  takes  a  lot  to  draw  any  kind  of  heated  reaction  from  her.

i'd  say  she  can  sometimes  be  overly  idealistic  &  lets  her  imagination  run  away  with  her.  

lowkey  kinda  flighty  ...  probably  the  kind  of  girl  to  randomly  disappear  for  days  on  end  &  then  act  surprised  when  everyone’s  like  ????

100%  a  pleasure-seeker  ...  here  for  a  fun  time  not  a  long  time  kiddos  !

relationship-wise  i'd  say  she  tends  to  veer  on  the  side  of  casual  flings.  despite  having  the  perfect  example  of  love  in  her  parents  ,  she's  still  wary  of  commitment  -  not  necessarily  because  she  doesn't  think  it'll  work  out  or  that  she'll  end  up  heartbroken  ,  more-so  that  she  lacks  the  experience  and  isn't  sure  what  she  has  to  offer  yet.

𝟎𝟎𝟒. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝:  taken  →   marina  

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫:  open   (  they’ve  been  working  together  for  around  2  years.  preferably  male  /  nb  to  fit  with  the  Broods  Vibe  !  they  have  a  sibling-like  friendship.  )

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬:  open

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩:  open

𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬:  open  (  i  just  can’t  imagine  holly  living  alone  honestly  she  needs SOMEBODY  to  annoy  )

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 / 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞:  open

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐢𝐧  𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞:  open

𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡:  open  →  either  direction

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 / 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞  𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩  𝐎𝐑  𝐟𝐰𝐛:  open

𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞:  open

𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩:  open

𝐞𝐱-𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝  /  𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝  /  𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫:  open

#wealthyhq:intro #i've changed her voiceclaim like #10 times

[mermain123]

Adrienette April Day 20: Hamsters

My only contribution to Adrienette April

Marinette was excited. Now that she lived alone and out of her parents’ bakery, she could finally get her first hamster.

She always loved going to pet stores to just look at the cute little critters ever since she was a little girl. Now that she could she was finally going to get one!

When Sshe entered the store, and without hesitation she immediately went to the hamster tanks. She looked at them all and was slightly torn between all the little cuties. Eventually she saw a big, cream -colored one, with a big white stripe going under her belly but that didn’t quite reconnect at her back. She was looking around all curious with her little black tipped ears perked straight up. Marinette’s heart melted. She found a staff member and told them her that was the one hamster she wanted and said she’d pick it up after picking out the supplies from the part of the store that sells that stuffshe needed.

She took barely Marinette browsed for less then 5 minutes to fill her cart before picking out the items she needed and then wentheading right back to her new little baby. She was practically skipping.

She reached the tanks and froze. Because hHer little hamster wasn’t there anymore. She quickly flagged down another employee.

“Excuse me, but what happened to the hamster in that tank over there?”

“oOh, you mean the little gold and white one? It was just taken by that gentleman over there.”

“What? But I already reserved that one 5 minutes ago! yYou can ask the other employee who was at in this area!”

“You did?  Hold on I’ll go stop him and we’ll sort this whole mess out.”

The lady clerk hurried over to a man who was about almost at the cash register and quickly explained to him the situation.

They both walked back to where Marinette was beforeand the employee clerk left them walked off to find the other employee who Marinette had talked to earlier. Marinette looked up ready to get mad at the personboy who tried to steal her new little baby.

aAnd then her eyes met his.

Okay, this guyboy was handsome. Hise had golden hair that seemed to shineshone like sunlight, his eyes sparkled like emeralds while and he looked extremely apologetic and embarrassed.  His big hands held on tightly to the box that contained the hamster. And his peach lips were perched pursed in a slight frown.

Marinette found her face was getting very hot. Dang it! wWhy did he have to look so good?!

“I’m sorry miss. I didn’t mean to take the hamster you had already picked out. You can have her back.”

Well now. How could Marinette be mad after that?

Marinette smiled and gently took the box from the man. “Thanks for being so understanding. I’m sorry you got caught up in this but I didn’t want to lose my first hamster before I even bought her.”

The guy smiled. “I get that. And I can see why you wouldn’t want to lose her. She’s a very cute little hamster.”

“Yeah she really is,! I love her already. Anyway, where are my manners?, I haven’t even introduced myself. My name is Marinette.”

“Oh, right! My name is Adrien. It’s nice to meet you Marinette!”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Adrien.”

The two clerks came back over and the clerk Marinette talked to earlier did confirm Marinette’s story about picking the hamster out first. Adrien nodded in response. As the two clerks walked off, he then turned back to Marinette and the little box she was holding.

 “I’m already going to miss this little girl. She looked so friendly.” Adrien’s smile had fallen disappeared a buit as his emerald eyes dulled. Marinette felt a little guilty.

“…. Okay this is weird to ask, but do you want tona come over and visit her sometime? You seem very attached to her. but I don’t really want to give her up…. but I also don’t want to make you sad either. Youy seem really nice. And your taste in hamsters is already obviously very good.” Marinette smiled holdingheld back a nervous giggle. Oh man that was so unfunny. He’s gonna laugh in your face and you’ll be humiliated and he’s a stranger too. I shouldn’t be so willing to let a stranger over to my place.

But Adrien let outbroke out into a big grin. Those His eyes were now sparkling more then the sunglittering.

“That sounds great!! Let’s exchange numbers! Here give me your phone!” h

He was already reachinged into his pocket to take out his own phoneas he said this. Marinette did the same. The two of them quickly exchanged numbers and gave their phones back.

“Now for the big question. What will you name this little one? It’s not very effective to call her “her: ‘little guy’, or ‘little one’ all the time.” Adrien’s grin was blinding now.

“Hmmm. I like the name … Poppy. She’s so seems perky and I like the way her little head just pokes out. I also love gardening so, of course, I have to’ll name her after a flower.”

“That’s a great name! Well Miss Poppy, I can’t wait to see you again! Meanwhile I better go find a new hamster for myself. Goodbye Marinette I hope to see you again soon——I mean, I hope to see Miss Poppy again soon!”

Adrien turned away quickly to head to the hamster tanks so that Marinette didn’t see him blushing. And with that Adrien went back to the hamster tank and Marinette proceeded to the cash register ready to adopt Poppy officially. Both of them excited at the prospect of seeing each other again. Did he really just say he wants to see ME again?

#adrienette #adrienette april #adrienette april 2019 #hamsters

[psychospeak-blog]

I’ll Crawl Home to Her (Part 3)

PART 1 // PART 2

 This series is one of my favourites, and I’ve gotten a couple of requests for a part 3.  I wasn’t quite intending this, because I didn’t know where I wanted to take it, but I can up with this.  It’s hella long, but I kind of like it like that.  Let’s have a baby, guys!

Warnings: Pregnancy & Birth

Month 1: Baby is the size of a poppy seed. Cells are beginning to separate, from which your baby's skin and organs will begin to develop.

You didn't even know it yet, but the biggest thing about to happen in your life, had already started growing from the tiniest little thing.  Looking back now, you wondering if part of you had felt different, or if you somehow knew, but you couldn't be positive.

Month 2: Baby is the size of a raspberry.   His hands and feet have webbed fingers and toes. The creation of the brain, spinal cord, heart, and blood vessels is already well under way.

That day happened.  Not the day where you took all of those tests, but the day you'd both gone to the hospital.  When you realized what your worst fear was, and the relief you felt when you realized it wasn't coming true.  The comfort you'd felt knowing that both you and Will wanted the same thing.

Yet, strangely, it still didn't seem quite real, even though you'd seen the heartbeat, the little bundle of cells.  The words "I'm pregnant" kept echoing in your head like they had before. Only, this time, they served as a reassurance, rather than a source of anxiety.  Well, there was still anxiety there, if you were being honest.  But it was that type of anxiety that held just as much excitement as nerves. 

One evening, just a week after your trip to the hospital, you and Will had just gone out for dinner, trying to settle into your off-season routine, and you were walking back to the car when you found yourself looking at a baby store.  A little boutique one, where you'd likely go to buy gifts for family members having babies, not to get everything you'd need.  But, Will noticed you looking and asked softly if you'd like to go inside.  So you both did, holding hands as you looked around, mostly silent, but taking in the adorable little baby shoes, feeling the soft blankets, looking at the decor, and imagining just what the baby's room might look like. You left having purchased a (probably overpriced but super soft) little onesie, that had little sheep all over it.  It ended up laying across the dresser in the bedroom, a constant reminder.

Month 3: Baby is the size of a meyer lemon.   Her eyes and eyelids are more developed and her eyebrows are beginning to grow. vocal cords are beginning to develop.

Though you'd pretty much been staying at Will's ever since you found out and he had asked you to move in with him, you (and Luna) were now officially moved in.  And, yet, you still hadn't even told your parents yet that you were now living with your boyfriend.

Who also happened to be the father of your unborn child. No biggie.

You'd always imagined telling your parents you were pregnant in one of those cute little reveals.  Like, maybe you'd get them a card that said 'grandma' and 'grandpa' on it. Or a cake that had 'You're going to be grandparents!' written on it.

But you'd also expected to be at least a year or two into to marriage.  And you definately expected to have graduated and been into your career.

You KNEW you needed to tell them.  But you couldn't yet figure out how to.  And you were so damn tired all the time, that by the time you got home from school, you wanted to do nothing more than sleep.  So you really just did what you did best: avoid.

And, so, your roommate (well, ex-roommate) was the only one who knew.  And, since your parents had been helping you with rent while going through school, you were still paying rent, helping out your roommate through the last couple of months until the end of the school year. It was all going pretty well, until your Mom called and told you she was going to be in town for work, and wanted to drop by and visit.

And you panicked.  Like, seriously panicked.  To the point where you briefly contemplated moving most of your stuff back into your old place and pretending that you still lived there.

But you were an adult.  And you were going to be a Mom. You could do this. So you took a deep breath.  "I'd love to see you,  Mom," you said, "But I'm not living there anymore."

"Oh?" she questioned, and you knew, even without seeing her, that she was frowning.  And she probably had various scenarios running through her mind, thinking you'd dropped out of college or had a huge fight with your roommate. "I moved in with Will," you said.

"Oh," she said again, this time in a surprised tone, "That's....that's a big step." "It is," you confirmed, and both of you were silent for just a moment, until you both spoke at the same time, you asking if she'd like to come by his (your...you were still getting used to that) place, and her asking you how Luna was settling in.  You both laughed, and she said that of course she'd want to come by, and that she'd love to see Will, too, if he was around.

And when you got home from class on that day your Mom was coming to visit, the apartment was spotless.  Like, you'd never seen it that clean, let alone everything so perfectly placed.  It was a little creepy, honestly, the way the pillows were fluffed like no one had even sat on the couch ever.  Will came out of the bathroom while you were still looking around the room in awe, hair soaking yet and a towel wrapped around his waist.  Which, one would think would be really, really distracting.  But it actually felt quite domestic.  And just a little distracting.

"Hey," he said, pressing a quite kiss to your lips. "You....cleaned," you said. "Yeah," he smiled at you, reaching softly for your hand, "C'mon, I need to get dressed before your Mom gets here."

You sat on the side of the bed, watching him put on a pair of shorts which you were pretty sure were golf shorts, but were nicer than the athletic shorts he usually wore.

"Are you going to tell her?" he asked. "I....I don't know," you frowned.  He walked over to you, placing a kiss on your forehead, and you startled when you heard a knock at the door, your heartbeat picking up immediately.  

"Just do what feels right," he said, "We`ve got months.  There's no rush." Yet, as you went to answer the door, you thought that there was a rush. 

 Because already you'd had to move onto pants that were elasticized, because you had a little pooch.  Especially at the end of the day.  And while Will assured you it wasn't noticeable, you weren't sure how much longer than would hold true. You set a smile on your face as you opened the door, your Mom's smiling face on the other side.  She said hello to Luna first, likely because she seemed the most keen, and then pulled you into a hug.  Suddenly, your belly between your body's felt huge, and you were certain she could feel it.  She pulled back, looking you over in the certain ways that Moms do, and you wondered if she could just tell from looking at you.  Maybe your skin looked different, or maybe your face had a different shape, or maybe she just felt that something was different. And then Will emerged from the bedroom, completely dressed with a shirt, and you watched as they hugged hello, both echoing how good it was to see each other.

"I'm pregnant," you blurted. They both turned to look at you, surprised looks on both of their faces, which turned to confusion on your Mom's face.  "Pardon me?" she asked. And you just stood there, certain she'd heard you, widening your eyes as if that'd somehow get the point across.  By now, Will had moved so he was standing

 next to you, both of you facing her, and he hooked his pinky finger with yours. "Sorry, Y/N, I didn't hear you," your Mom said, "What did you say?"

You opened your mouth and then shut it, once more, looking at Will, because you were pretty sure that you could only say it once, and you'd just wasted it. He kind of looked at you, and then back to your Mom, and then back to you again, and then he finally said, "We're expecting a baby," as his transferred his gaze back to your Mom again, the smile getting wider on his face with every word.

Your Mom looked shocked, just for a moment, before she settled on the hopeful smile on your face.  And, bless her heart, she said "Congratulations," brightly, wrapping you both in a big hug.

You finally got your moment that weekend, when you and Will went home to your childhood home, presenting a card to your Dad that said something like Happy Birthday, Grandpa on it.  He was super confused at first, because it wasn't his birthday, until your Mom subtlety kept repeated the word "grandpa".   And he finally got it, and burst into tears.  At first your heart sunk, but then he just pulled you into a hug, not being able to speak, and then he tried to shake Will's hand, but just pulled him into a hug too. 

You had a little more fun telling Will's family, only because he had such a big family that you could literally video call everyone separately.  You couldn't decide whether you loved when you both just started casually having a conversation and then both started drinking from mugs that said "Mom" or "Dad" and waited for them to notice, or when you surprised his siblings by showing them Luna wearing her new bandanna which said "Big sister" on it.   There was a lot of  excited screaming. Month 4:  Baby is  the size of a sweet potato—and her tiny fingers now have unique fingerprints! She can make a fist and even suck her thumb.

You were lucky enough that you hadn't had many of the horrible pregnancy symptoms that you'd heard others talk about.  But you were exhausted.  You'd essentially just come home from school to fall asleep on the bed - or on the couch if you were feeling particularly adventurous.  You'd usually only wake up to have dinner, and sometimes a snack.  Or two.  

Luna had gotten noticeably more protective of you, typically lying down with ever time you'd slept.  She'd even growled at Will a couple of times when he'd come into the dark room where you'd been sleeping until he spoke to her and she was able to realize who he was.  

You'd begun to feel guilty because you weren't doing anything around the house.  At all.  And you felt like the time you got to spend with Will, you were usually sleeping.  But he just kept reassuring you constantly that your job right now was to grow a baby.  And that you were doing an awesome job. Month 5:  Baby is the size of a banana.   He's started to sprout hair on her head. His skin now responds to touch. If you put pressure on your belly, he'll move away or push back.

The first couple of times you thought you felt the baby move, you couldn't quite be sure that's what it was, not knowing what to expect.  But, eventually, you came to recognize that it was the sensation of your baby moving inside you.  And it made you smile every single time.

You'd decided to find out what you having. Both of you didn't have a preference either way (you adamant that you just wanted a healthy baby, while Will seemed to change him mind at least once per day about whether he wanted a little boy or a little girl).  But you both wanted to start thinking about names and thinking about what you wanted to baby's room to look like, just because you thought it would be fun.  

Will also really wanted you to go shopping with him to pick out things for your home.  And you didn't get it, because the home was already beautifully furnished and decorated.  But  he kept saying he wanted to make it "our home".  It already felt like home to you, but you picked out a new bedspread, and some new pillows for the couch, because it really seemed to be important to him.

Finally, the day came when you had the ultrasound to reveal the gender.  And, both of your families were crazy excited.  You, on the other hand, seemed strangely nervous.  And not the traditional nerves like something wasn't quite right.  More so that this made it all just a little more real.   Just the two of you went to the ultrasound.  You weren't planning a crazy gender reveal party or anything, you just had the ultrasound tech tell you, as you held hands, both your eyes fixed on the screen.

It's a girl.

Will went misty eyed immediately, while you just smiled widely.  You knew that everyone was anticipating the news just as much as you were, but you set your phones aside for awhile (though both of you texted each of your mothers to let them know the baby was healthy, because you didn't want them to worry).  And you went for ice cream, which was awesome because you were all about the sweets.  Will order strawberry while you opted for a cheesecake concoction (the more desserts you could cram into one, the better), but you got pink sprinkles on top.  And the two of you just sat there, eating your ice cream at a table in the corner, smiling like idiots the whole time.

Month 6: Baby is the size of an  acorn squash. Her brain and hearing are more developed this week, and she's beginning to recognize your voice.  She can also stick out her tongue!

You belly had officially popped.  There was no hiding it now: you were clearly pregnant.  You'd had to buy maternity clothes, though, to be honest, Will's clothes were really your favourite.  He'd also finally got to feel the baby kick, and you watched his face light up.  Since that moment, he seemed to love touching your belly even more, even offering to rub coconut oil on it every night to help with stretch marks.  

Now that school had finished for you, you were also realizing that you'd have to make a decision about next year.  The baby would be due right at the end of exam season, and you were nervous about making it all that way through.  And then you started having doubts about contributing to the household.  It wasn't even that you weren't working, but more so that you didn't have something that you were working towards.  And you talked about this, with Will, a lot, and he constantly reassured you that you didn't have to do anything.  

But you couldn't seem to let it go.  A few days later, he presented you with a file of options about online courses.  He stressed that this wasn't something that you had to do, but that if you wanted to, there were options.

He also started talking about a nanny, which seemed just plain ridiculous.  You were going to be a full-time mom, what the hell did you need a nanny for?  But Will stressed that the nanny would be more for him than for you.  Because there were going to be weeks where he couldn't be there, and HE needed to help you in some way.  And you deserved time to not be on-call 24/7. It turned out he meant more like a babysitter than a live-in nanny like you'd been picturing. 

 Neither of you even knew where to start, so Will asked some of the older guys who had kids, and you got a barrage of recommendation, with everyone's wives stressing that you get help when the baby came, because you needed to get take care of yourself so you could look after you little one.

Month 7:  Your baby is the size of a butternut squash. She is able to distinguish between your voice and your husband's or partner's voice.

You'd decided to go to Sweden for a month to spend time with his family while you could still fly.  You'd been once before, last summer, though only for a week, but this time the mood was completely different.  His sisters were especially psyched, constantly  referring to themselves as aunts, and wanting to feel your belly (which you really didn't mind one bit, and thought that it was cute.) You, on the other hand, had started slowing down a bit, and really took this month away to relax.  You favourite thing was going for a sunset walk every evening, enjoying the night air. You also made it a point to try to stop by a bakery every night on this walk, to pick up some pastries because they were freaking incredible.  And you were trying to figure out how you could smuggle some on the plane ride home.  The baby really, really liked Swedish pastries.  And pancakes. And waffles.

You were also completed showered with gifts from his family, to the point where you'd actually had to purchase another suitcase.  It was super sweet stuff too - his grandmother had knit a beautiful blanket, and his parents had given you some old baby toys. Since you knew his family wouldn't be able to come to your baby shower, you tried to soak up at much of the love as you could. Month 8:  Baby is the size of a cantaloupe. She's turning her head, pirouetting, and moving her body from side to side.

You'd pretty much narrowed in down to two baby names, and were constantly speaking them out loud, trying to get the sound for the complete name. At first, Will was smiling at you as you were chopping ingredients for dinner, but then he tilted his head at you, squinting, "The baby's last name is going to be Nylander?"

"Yeah," you ground out the word, "What did you think it was going to be?" He ignored your question, "That's not your last name."

"I know, it's yours," you laughed lightly, turning to reach for something in the cabinet, but he caught your wrist, turning you to face him, and you finally saw the serious look in his eye.

"I thought you said when we get married, you want to keep your name," he said.  You hadn't said quite that - not exactly.  Just that you were considering it.  Maybe hyphenating it.  But that wasn't a decision you had to make right now.

You'd talked about getting married before the baby came.  Rather extensively, in fact.   Both you had both agreed that you didn't want to get married just because you were having a baby - because marriage was thought in the distance future until you'd found out that you were pregnant. You also wanted time to focus on being a family and this new adjustment.  You'd talked about having a long engagement too, and you were even 90% sure that he was already looking at rings, but you knew he wasn't going to propose until the baby was at least a few months old. 

"Do you not want her to have your name?" you asked tentatively.

He sighed heavily, resting his forehead against yours, getting as close to you as he could with your belly in the way.  "I want her to have your name," he said, "Nylander-Y/L/N, or Y/L/N-Nylander.  Whatever you're going to do one day."

"Actually?" you asked, "You don't think that's too long?" "Actually," he agreed, and shrugged, "I don't know what she's going to when she gets married.  But you don't have any brothers or sisters.   At least this way your name will be in the running."

You hadn't even thought that far yet, only thinking that thinking about your name ending with you, not even considering your unborn child getting married. "Yeah?" you asked, looking up at him. "Yeah," he smiled, rocking back and forth with you.

Month 9:  Baby is now the size of a small pumpkin. Because she's running out of room in your uterus, she mostly stretches and wiggles, instead of delivering big kicks.

The moment you walked into your baby shower, you were instantly transported to a bakery back in Sweden.  The smell of warm  Rulltårta med hallon, the raspberry-jam filled pastry you'd fallen in love with was unmistakable. And then Will's mom emerged from the kitchen with his sisters in tow, and you immediately started bawling.  Followed by wanting to hit everyone because apparently everyone knew but you, and your weren't sure if it was cool to surprise a pregnant woman.  You had a second baby shower too, but this time the whole thing was a surprise to you, set up by the wives and girlfriends on the team.

The initial surprise seemed to have released the last bit of control you had over your body, because since then, your emotions went crazy.  You started crying over the strangest things; commercials seemed to get you every time.  At first, Will was super concerned and soft every time you started crying, but, as the reasons got stranger and stranger, he would just start laughing under his breath, even as he pulled you into a hug and he told you everything was going to be okay.   You couldn't even handle watching hockey anymore.  You cried when they lost because the other team looked so happy, and even though Will was a little bummed, couldn't he see how much it meant to the other team?  But, you also cried when they won, because you were proud, but you were also really sad because the other team looked so sad, and it just wasn't fair that one team had to win and the other had to lose.  Another incident in particular was the time when, at the beginning of December, you'd gone to pick out a Christmas tree, and there was a very Charlie Brown-esque option. You'd wanted to get the thing, but Will didn't because he argued that there were so many barren holes, there wouldn't be enough places to put all your ornaments (he may have had a point).

  But it was breaking your heart knowing that the poor tree would just die in that Christmas tree lot.

You got two Christmas trees that year.

Month 10: Baby's head alone is roughly the size of a bowling ball, and feels like it might just fall out of you at any moment.  Baby does nothing but press on your bladder and flip herself into your ribs so you can't breathe.

"Did you drink the tea?" Will asked when he got home from practice.

You nodded, making a face as you remembered the taste.  It was red raspberry leaf tea, which was supposed to help induce labour apparently.  You had six days left to get this baby out before was supposed to leave for a two-game road trip, and tonight's plans consisted of trying all the ways to get her out: a long walk, follow by sex (with nipple stimulation because efficiency), followed by Thai for dinner (spicy food). And that would probably be the plan every single day until she decided to make her appearance.

"Are you ready?" Will asked."Ugh, yeah," you sighed, grabbing Luna's leash, "I can't tie my shoes though, so I don't think I can go."

He held up his hand, wiggling his fingers at you, "Luckily I have working hands." You let him held you with your shoes, and then help you to stand up again, holding the leash out to him, "Can you take her, please?"

"Mhmm," he said, taking the leash from you as you stepped outside, "Can you take her?" he asked, smiling at you and giving your belly a little rub.

You smiled, and Will switched the leash to his other hand so he could take yours in his, only to proceed to basically drag you through the neighborhood. "Geez, Will, could you slow down?" You said, cupping a hand under your belly, "I'm 39 weeks pregnant here."

" Sorry," he looked back at you sheepishly, slowing down to match your pace, "I thought if we went faster, things would move along faster." "I don't think it works like that," you said, and then sighed.  "I don't think any of this is going to work anyways.  I'll probably go into labour when you're gone. Or have to get induced."

He ran his thumb over your palm, "I told you I'm not going if the doctor thinks you're close.  And if you have her closer to Christmas break, that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

"But I want her out," you whined, not even caring how pathetic you sounded, "I want to see her face.  And hold her.  And I want to stop waddling everywhere." He laughed under his breath at the last part, "Well, we'll just keep trying, okay?" "But it didn't work yesterday," you shuffled your feet along as you walked, "I kind of think it's a waste of time."

"You make it sound like a chore," he laughed, "You like going for walks.  You like Thai food.  You like sex."

"Fine," you grumbled, trudging along. You took Luna to a dog park, knowing that she needed more a little more than your slow pace to get her energy out, settling yourself on a bench to rest your feet, trying to breath in the cool air.  Once it started to get too cold, you headed back to your place, Will stopping at the bottom of the steps and holding his elbow out to you like he was escorting you to the prom or something.

"The steps are icy," he explained, "I don't want you to slip."

You smiled, even as you took his arm, because your Dad had made the same comment last time your parents had come to visit, even running out the hardware store to buy you a bag of de-icer.  Which, you used, but apparently you missed a spot.

"Can you put some more of that salt stuff out for me, please?"

"Mhmm," he said, unlocking the door and unclasping Luna from her leash, where she immediately went off to the kitchen, and you could hear her drinking water from her dish.  "Sit," he instructed, pointing at the chair, and pulling off your boots.  He ran his hands up and over your thighs, giving you a tilted smiled, and then leaning in to kiss you.  

"Can you..?" you gestured towards the doorstep. "I will before we eat," he promised, and tried to lean back in to kiss you again.   "Can we eat first, please?" you asked, "I'm so hungry."

He laughed, running a hand through his hair, "Yeah, sure." He frowned at you as you stood up, "Is your back sore?"

You realized that you had your knuckles pressed into your lower back, your other hand bracing it.  "I guess. Kind of?" "Want me to rub it for you?"

"Maybe, yeah," you said, but frowned again, "Can you do the salt stuff first though?"  Suddenly you were extremely concerned about that, and it was imperative that it get done.

"Sure," he drug out the word playfully, and you followed behind him, hands on your hips, watching as picked up the bag, setting it down on the stoop.  Your crossed your arms, rubbing your hands up and down trying to stay warm with the sudden chill of the winter air.  You shivered, and then suddenly became aware of the fact that you felt wet between your legs, not just cold, and a small sound escaped your mouth.

"Babe?" Will asked, looking up at you from where he was crouched down on the stoop. "I...I think my water just broke."

Will's eyes went wide, and he stood up so suddenly that he knocked over the bag of de-icer, sending granules of salt all over the entranceway. He swore and righted the bag, stepping towards you and patting you on the arm.  "Okay, okay," he had his phone pulled out and was dialing before you could even say anything, holding it between his shoulder and charging off deeper into the apartment.  You stood there for a moment, and then he returned, phone still pressed held to his ear, handing you a folded towel and a clean pair of pants, and then he took off again.  It occurred to you that you should change, so you disappeared into the bathroom.  But, it turned out it wasn't quite like the movies, where there was a huge gush of water; instead, it was more like a steady leak, so you just sort of wrapped the towel between your legs.

Will poked his head in the bathroom, this time his phone was gone, but he had your hospital bag, along with the baby bag, in one hand.  "Okay, so I called your Mom and she's gonna head down and meet us there," he said, looking at your towel situation, "You need help?"

You shook your head, "Can you call my Mom back?" "Uh, yeah, sure," he reached into his pocket, searching for his phone, "What do you need?"

"Can you tell her not to leave?"

Will frowned, looking up from his phone to you, "I thought you wanted her there." "I do," you said, "But it's not happening right now."

He set the bags down, but kept his phone in his hand, "Did your water not break?" "No, I'm pretty sure it did." He picked up the bags again.  "The doctor said we have to go to the hospital if your water breaks."

"Well, she's wrong," you said, trying to walk, but another trickle of fluid went down your leg and you stopped, swiping at it with the towel, "The baby's not coming yet.  We're not ready for her yet."

"Yeah, we are," Will said, "The car seat's in the car, we've got everything we need, her room's even all set up.  And we're going to be in the hospital for a couple days anyways, so it's not even like we need all that stuff right now.  We're more than prepared."

"It's not, we're not..." you said, gesturing with your hands as you tried to get your words together, "She's not coming right now, okay?  She just needs to stay in there a little while longer. I just need, like another month. I'll just...cross my legs."

Will laughed, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that," he said, "You just said you wanted her out."

"Well, I changed my mind," you snapped.  "We'll just try again in a month, okay?" Will was biting his lip, trying not to laugh as you wiped at your legs again. "Love, it's going to be okay."

"Easy for you to say, I'm the one who has to push a baby's head out of my vagina!"

"I'm gonna be right there," he tried to reassure you, "you're so ready.  This is the easy part.  You've already done all the hard work."

"This is easy?!!" you exclaimed. "Okay, I didn't mean it was easy," he said, running a hand through his hair, "I meant that you've already done so much these past nine months.  And I KNOW that you can do this, too."

"I don't...." you started. "I do," he interrupted you confidentially, bending down to get your pants, "We're just going to do this one step at a time, okay? We're gonna get you dressed.  And then we're going to get in the car, and listen to some relaxing music and drive to the hospital." 

"But I don't even know how to do this." "That's okay, you don't have to" he said, "there's going to be doctors and nurses there who are gonna take care of all that.  And your mom's going to be right there, too."

He kissed you again, and then looked at you softly, brushing your hair out of your face, "You ready to head to the car?"   You nodded, getting yourself dressed, heading back into the hallway.   "I'm just gonna throw the bags in the car," Will said, "you wait here, okay?"

You nodded, waiting inside, sitting down to pet Luna and trying to calm your body and mind.  You looked up when Will bounded back up the steps, stepping right on the icy patch, his legs stretching right out until he was nearly in the splits, landing on the ground.  He jumped right back up, but you were already laughing.  "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he said tersely, holding out his hand to you, "C'mon, let's go." "I think I'll just walk by myself, thanks," you said, "I don't want you pulling me down with you." "Y/N...." he said, trying to be serious. "I'm not going to let you fall."

"You're a professional ice hockey player, and you just slipped on ice," you said, you were laughing so hard now you were pretty sure tears were going to be running down your cheeks.  

"I did it on purpose just to make you laugh," he said, but you could tell from the way he was looking at you and giggled at the end that he didn't.  "You're going to tell everyone about this, aren't you?"

"Yep," you said cheerfully, bending down to give Luna one last pet goodbye.   "We're going to go bring you home a sister," Will said, repeating your action, and you were smiling when you went outside, actually feeling quite a lot more relaxed.

You were turned sideways in your seat, watching Will as he drove a wide smile on your face and he glanced at you momentarily, before turning his attention back to the road, "What?" "You're gonna be a Dad," you said, and he smiled, rubbing your hand briefly before putting his back on the wheel, and you made a noise of disapproval.

"Sorry, I need to focus.  I promise I'll hold your hand for forever once we get there," he said, like his only mission in life was to get you to the hospital as smoothly as possible.  His eyes darted towards you again. "You okay?  Feel anything yet?" You shook your head.  "Just hunger."

He laughed, and yet, an hour later, you were still sitting in the waiting room in Labor and Delivery, because apparently every other pregnant woman in the vicinity decided to have a baby tonight.

"I guess we should have made a reservation," Will joked, but you just sighed. "No, we should have gone for dinner first," you said, making a small face and placing your hand on your belly, and causing Will to stand up suddenly, "Are you okay? Did you have a contraction?"

"I think," you said, shifting in your seat, "It doesn't really hurt.  It just feels tight." His eyes were searching the waiting room, and he finally spotted what he was looking for, instructed you to wait there, and then took off.  He came back a minute later and bent over, searching through one of the bags and pulling out his watch, holding it in his hand, looking back up and you, and then back at the watch, his leg bouncing slightly up and down.

"What are you doing?" you asked with a laugh. "Timing your contractions," he answered, going back to shifting his gaze between you and the watch again. You set your hand on his bouncing leg, trying to settle it, "You're making me nervous."

"Sorry," he said, setting the watch down and running his hand through his hair, looking back at the nurse he had been talking to before, "I just wish someone would tell me what to do." "I think we just gotta wait," you said, and he looked slightly keyed up at that answer, looking like he had enough energy to run a marathon. "You could text your family," you suggested, because it really seemed like he needed something to do, and you were pretty sure, in the next five minutes that you spend scrolling through your Instagram feed, that he had texted every single contact he had in his phone, with the way his fingers were tapping away.

When your parents finally walked in the entrance to the wing of the hospital, Will jumped up immediately, practically running over to your mom like she had all the answers. "Hey honey," they both greeted you, with your mom asking how you were feeling. "You guys haven't gotten a room yet?" your dad asked, and you shook your head, explaining that they were really busy, "What, the Toronto Maple Leaf over here hasn't got any pull?"

"Uh...." Will's eyes were darting back and forth in his head as if he didn't know if he actually supposed to have done something, and your Dad just started laughing, patting him on the back and explaining that he was only kidding.  

You got a room shortly thereafter and got checked, only to find that you were barely even dialated.  The next several hours consisted of walking laps throughout the hospital, bouncing on a labour ball, and watching some movie that happened to be on T.V.  Eventually, your Dad left to go check on Luna, and Will had managed to get the nurse to smuggle you in a Popsicle.  Not because he'd asked, but because he kept telling her that you were hungry in a cute, shy way.

Finally, you were deep in the throws of labor, and restricted to only ice chips, laying on your side in bed because it seemed to be the most comfortable, while Will fed you the ice chips from his seat beside the bed.  

"Mmm..." you mumbled, crunching away on the ice, "Sushi."  The only thing getting your through right now was pretending the ice was everything you wanted to eat.  You shut your eyes, breathing deeply, as another contraction rolled through your body.  Once it passed, Will took the wet cloth from the table, dabbing it across your forehead, and then smoothing your hair back.

"Once we're done here, I am going to buy you so much food," he promised, and you smiled weakly. "You're doing so good, love."

The pain was broken up when your Dad came back and showed you a video he'd taken of Luna, and then Will was Facetiming with his family, although he had to do most of the talking, mostly just bragging about how strong you were being.

"Ugghh," you scrunched up again. You were at the point where the pain was practically non-stop, and you'd barely get a moment to catch your breath, "Oh my god, my back hurts so bad."

You could see Will frowning in your peripheral vision, but really you were mostly staring at the corner of the room, the light bright in your eyes.  He was going to move around the bed, but your Mom got there first, pressing into your low back.  You were still moaning, your hands clasping the air, trying to move your hands towards him, because you couldn't talk.  He slipped his hands into yours, sliding even closer to you so his forehead was almost pressed against yours.  "Hey, look at me," he said softly, and you forced yourself to open your eyes, locking your gaze with his soft eyes.  He was breathing deeply, exaggerating each breath, and you tried to follow him as best as you could.  

"Oh my god," you cried when it was over, "Will, I'm so, so tired."

His face broke a little bit, and you could see him exchange a glance with your Mom over your head.  You were shivering, even though you weren't particularly warm or cold, your body covered with a thin sheet of sweat.  You'd made him eat earlier, but you hadn't had a real meal for probably 20 hours now. "I know," he said, "You're doing so, so good, love. I'm so proud of you.  You're almost there."

Your mom was soothingly rubbing your back, even as thoughts were running through your mind that that you couldn't do this anymore, and the nurse came back in to check you, sliding between your legs like she'd been doing every hour or so.  You were so used to it, you felt like you could be giving birth in the middle of the street, and you wouldn't even care who saw you naked.

This time, however, she seemed to be taking longer, and it felt like she was shoved all the way up in there.  You briefly worried if something was wrong, especially because there had been talk about giving you something to help speed things along if you didn't progress, but when she pulled away, she was smiling, "You're right there.  You can start pushing on the next contraction."

"Really?" you asked in disbelief, and she nodded. You glanced at Will, smiling.  

"Someone better order that pizza," he said, throwing his arm in the air.  All you wanted was a pepperoni pizza, and the nurses had promised that you'd have a slice in one hand as soon as you had a baby in the other arm.  

From there, the room was pretty much a flurry of activity, various people holding your legs, and your hand going from Will's back to your own legs, your Mom on the other side of the bed, constant encouragement surrounding you, and instructions from the doctor and nurses.  But all you could focus on was the pushing.  

"Her head's right there," the doctor said, "she's got a ton of hair."

Will leaned over and looked.  You weren't really sure if you even wanted him to, but he was so unbothered by that type of thing.  And you really didn't care, in that moment.  When he stood back up, he was beaming, which made you focus all your remaining energy into another strong push.  

You felt her slide out of you but heard nothing, and the doctor turned held her up, patting on her back, panting as you leaned forward expectantly, "Is she okay?" "Perfect," the doctor responded, patting her once more.  The baby made a little coughing noise, and then erupted into cries.  She was placed on your chest. and you were surrounded, people wiping her body off. 

"Oh my god," you cried, trying to bend your head to see her.  You could feel Will's hand cradling your head, and turned to look at him, where he was wiping his eyes with his sleeve, looking at the baby, and then back to you.  

He kissed you on the forehead quickly, looked at the baby once more, and then back at you again, "That was amazing," he said, "God, you DID that."

 He looked pumped, honestly, like he was on a high, and you could hear him laughing with joy and  sniffling, and you were pretty sure you looked just as high as he did.  He tucked around you, as you got to hold the baby properly, all of your faces inches from each other.  And even though there were so many people in the room moving around you, it felt like just the three of you.  And it was home.

#william nylander imagine #william nylander fic #william nylander #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

[every1studio]

the first step” [w1: Park Jihoon]

genre: fluff + first date!

ficstyle: bulletpoints 

summary: how will your first date with Park Jihoon go? (a warm Spring day)

note: with the appearance of Woojin as your brother

“did she like daisies,,, or was it daffodils... it was something that started with the letter d!”

JIhoon was struggling trying to pick out flowers for you

it was your guys official first date

the whole concept of dating was something you both didn’t want to mess up

in the meantime

you were trying to figure out what to wear

“should I wear a skirt? or a dress? maybe I should opt for jeans..”

you had a few outfits lying on your bed as you were trying to choose

“you should wear a trash bag”

you heard your brother, Woojin, say as he walks past your room

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” 

you chased him as you threw a pillow at him

“sheesh! I just said that because Jihoon doesn’t even care about stuff like that. hurry up and pick out your outfit. I have friends coming over and I don’t want them to hear you talking to yourself” 

you scowled at him before walking back in your room

you ended up choosing a white, laced off-the-shoulder top with high-waisted mom jeans and tan, tassled ankle boots

as you whipped your hair into a high ponytail, you heard the doorbell ring

naturally, Woojin goes to open the door but you wanted to get to the door first so you pushed him out of the way

“HI JIHO-.. oh”

you opened the door to see Woojin’s friends

“OH HI Y/N, YOU LOOK NICE, TODAY WHAT ARE YOU DOING TODAY” they all crowded around the door to greet you

(they’d never talk to me like this if I was in my uniform) you thought

before Woojin would tell them off..

“AHEM, Y/N IS ON A DATE WITH ME”

everyone turned to look at Park Jihoon with a bouquet of flowers; a bunch of daisies, daffodils and day lilies with hints of baby breathes

“wooooooooo” all the guys just admired Jihoon for his manliness and muttered “sorry” as they walked past you

“I’ll make my own dinner tonight so you can just stay as long as you want, see ya y/n, Jihoon” Woojin says as he closes the door

you two were left in awkwardness

he hands you the bundle of yellow and white flowers

“uh.. here’s some flowers... I forgot which ones you liked so I just got a bunch of em..”

Jihoon was blushing a little bit, he’s never bought flowers for a girl besides his mom for Mother’s Day so he was nervous

you held onto them

“they’re beautiful” you smiled as you smelled them

“just like you, you look breath-takingly beautiful today.. I MEAN YOU DO EVERYDAY BUT LIKE YEAH.”

there was a long silence after that until Jihoon spoke again

“well then.. let’s go? are you hungr-”

GRUMBLE

your stomach spoke before Jihoon could even finish his question

you turned bright red and cleared your throat

“UH YEAH I AM HAHAHA”

you were internally cursing at your stomach for making the whole situation embarrassing for you

he tries not to laugh out loud so he holds your hand 

“I know this really good place downtown”

Jihoon made you feel comfortable by not saying anything about your grumbling hunger

you guys entered a cute little restaurant

Jihoon was leading you the whole time, being a gentleman

on the other hand, he was hoping that you wouldn’t be able to feel him trembling from nervousness because he really wanted to impress you

“a table for two, please” he says to the waitress

“my my you two are absolutely adorable! I’ll have you two seated at our table with the best view!”

you both blushed in a mighty, deep shade of red

the waitress led you to the rooftop seats near the railing where you could see the whole city

“i’ll bring you water and get your order~” she squealed as she muttered to herself how she loved serving cute couples

“she’s quite nice...” you said before you sat down

but cue in Jihoon, he pushes your chair in for you as you sat down

“oh thanks..”

he sat in his seat that was across from you

(how am I suppose to eat when he’s looking straight at me) you couldn’t even look up at him

there was a nice breeze and it decided to make your baby hairs and side burns fly all about 

Jihoon reaches over to tuck your side burns behind your ears

“better?”

BADUMP BADUMP

you’d call him a liar if he couldn’t hear how loud your heart was thumping in that moment

(OH GEEZ I DID IT LIKE SEONGWOO HYUNG TOLD ME I HOPE SHE DOESN’T THINK I’M CRINGY) he was mentally screaming

the waitress came and got your orders

you got a chicken poppy seed salad as Jihoon got a creamy bacon carbonara

you actually wanted a pasta dish, but that was going to be so messy and unladylike 

when the food came out, you kept on eyeing Jihoon’s food

he catches you

“do you not like your dish?”

you gulped

“don’t get me wrong I like my salad.... but that looks really good..”

“it is really good,” he says as he eats it

“is that how it’s going to be? you’re too mean~”

you pouted

“I’m just kidding, here”

he twirls the pasta into a spoon and reaches it over to you

you tried to take the spoon from him but he resists

“just eat it” he says as he smiles

(WHAT IF IT FALLS OUT OF MY MOUTH?) you smiled as the pain of that thought lingers 

safe, you ate it without any messes

“oh y/n...”

once again he reaches over and wipes the corner of your mouth

“there...was sauce..”

(GOOD JOB JIHOON, GIVING HER A LARGE SPOON OF PASTA AND WIPING THE SAUCE OFF! SEONGWOO HYUNG WOULD BE PROUD!)

the amount of times you blushed today was one too many times

Jihoon kept talking to you the whole time since you two got to the restaurant

he made all the worst-case scenarios float farther and farther away 

he even ordered patbingsu to share so that you guys could play the spoon version of footsies

when all of the eating was done, Jihoon paid without even asking if you wanted split the bill with him or not

“you didn’t have to... I was planning to pay for my fair share”

you felt bad

Jihoon smiles at you

“you paid by being with me, for the next times we go out to eat, I’ll pay for it so don’t worry”

being with Jihoon felt natural.. like where was he before in your life?

when he was walking you home, he noticed it getting a little chillier since the sun was about to set

Jihoon takes off his jacket and places it over your shoulders and takes your hand and puts it in his pocket

you looked up at him

“you’re gonna get cold too...”

“being with you warms me up already” 

(this is why I wore a hoodie under my jacket muhahah and she looks fricking adorable with my jacket) Jihoon is 100% proud of himself

you both get to your place and you’re sadden that the day is already over

“thanks for today, Jihoon.. I really thought it was going to be awkward.. since all first dates are...” you fumble your hands together, “but you made it supe-”

Jihoon leans in to kiss you

it was soft, sweet and for the zillonth time, you felt the heat flood your face

he leans back and smiles, “you’re the one who made it super amazing and wonderful and all the more special.. I’ll call you later tonight, hon” 

he shoots a wink at you

“alright! good night~” you say as you wave at him, with the flowers he got you

he waves back as he waits for you to get inside the house safely

Jihoon starts to walk home

that walk turned into a jog

and into a run

with the biggest smile on his face

he couldn’t wait to call you when he got home

and brag to his members about his successful date

and he couldn’t wait to plan many more dates with you

the first step was taken and it can only move on from there

END

#yenni writes #wanna one #wanna one park jihoon #wanna one jihoon #park jihoon #park jihoon scenarios #wanna one scenarios #wanna one reactions #wanna one imagines #wanna one fluff #kpop scenarios

[redscullyrevival]

2011: Tiger & Bunny

For me, 2011 was an amazing year for anime. So many of my favorite shows popped out of this one year it’s kind of disgusting.

Mahou Shojo Madoka Magica, Hanasaku Iroha, Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day, No. 6, From Up on Poppy Hill, Wandering Son, Nichijou, my sweet baby Mawaru Penguindrum! What Am I to do?! Well. I don’t even know how to begin talking about Nichijou and I’ve talked plenty on Penguindrum so lets give another equally loved show the spotlight today!

Who is down for some Kamen Rider meets slice-of-life-lessons mixed with a healthy dose of X-Men and NASCAR racing?  

I was on board with Tiger & Bunny the day it was announced as a project. My boy Masakazu Katsura on character design? A live action script writer named Masafumi Nishida being brought in? Big O king himself Keiichi Sato directing? I was signed up! I was ready! And I was not at all disappointed.

Tiger & Bunny is about reality star superheroes who gain points for their heroics during Live TV broadcasts and who vie for funding and resources from sponsors. The supers’ costumes are plastered with the logos of (real world) corporations and are dominantly featured in the show’s openings (which can make for an odd experience if you’re watching the censored versions on Netflix) and the characters often find themselves at odds with what kind of hero they’d like to be verse the kind their sponsors and TV producers want them to be.

It’s a good fuckin’ set up isn’t it?! Oh my god.

A older hero (Kotetsu Kaburagi AKA Wild Tiger) and a rookie hero (Barnaby Brooks Jr. AKA “Bunny”) are teamed up by their sponsors and the two have to learn to compromise and collaborate while saving the day, the efforts of which start to carry over into their private lives as they grow as people.

Kotetsu is a veteran of Hero TV who holds old fashioned notions on the superhero lifestyle but possesses a well balanced moral center due to his years of service. He is the “old man” but has a solid grasp on why he does what he does as his days of doubt have already come and gone, but Kotetsu’s glory days are increasingly getting behind him.  

Barnaby is Batman if Batman were blonde and a much more stable individual although still, you know, pretty jacked up. Barnaby is emotionally closed off and simply does the hero thing as a means to an end; finding his parents murderer. Through his partnership with Kotetsu Barnaby begins to open up and truly consider for the first time what kind of person (and hero) he wants to be.

I cannot stress enough how wonderful it is that Tiger & Bunny is a show that has adult characters who grow and that they do so through a mutual give-and-take mentorship, friendship, and if you ask me romantic relationship. And that’s just the two main characters!

Tiger & Bunny has one of my absolutely favorite extend cast of characters in anime; they’re a diverse, layered, sympathetic bunch whose interactions and relationships as co-workers, competitors, friends, and found-family is the foundation the show rests on. Another key aspect of the series is that every character’s superhero identity relies on outward stereotypes (their superhero identities are crafted by corporations afterall) which are simplified reflections of the characters actual identities.

I’ll do my best to explain as Tiger & Bunny doesn’t draw a hard line with it, but this is a series that dips in and out of the the personalities and lives of the heroes as filtered though the simplistic picture TV captures and then their real lives and personalities.

For example, the sexy hero Blue Rose is sponsored by Pepsi NEXT because they want to capitalize on the association of her ice powers in reminding folks how tasty a nice cold Pepsi can be. Blue Rose is instructed to act cold and dominatrixy so as to fit into Pepsi’s campaign and we see that off camera she is also a bit cold - but we learn that’s because of conflict within herself.

Karina’s dream is to be a singer so she took the superhero gig because she was told she needed to make a platform for herself, build a fanbase, and put in some company time before being trusted with the budget of a true artist. As Blue Rose Karina gets to sing the closing theme to Hero TV and have mini concerts, but while she does her best to please the sponsors her full heart and attention isn’t exactly in being a hero. She complains about her catch phrase and is a teenager who is very aware of how the camera roams over her corporate designed costume. She misses out on time with her friends and her family doesn’t entirely understand her choices even as they support her in her goal.

Karina Lyle, like all the cast members, works through her problems while the audience comes to understand that there are parts of her that are similar to her hero persona but that her persona isn’t a complete representation of who she is.

This duality is pushed even further to the point where it is built into the literal presentation of the series.

When the characters are suited up, logos polished and on display, the series takes on the camera work and focus of what a show like Hero TV would probably actually be like but will drop out of that style mid fight to highlight characters real feelings and concerns - only to slip back into that heightened style once again. It’s hard to describe and it isn’t something the series does only when literally showing us things through the show-in-the-show, Hero TV.

Tiger & Bunny fluctuates between two kinds of Visual and Tonal Coding™: The structured posturing of what superhero media is like and what we all expect and then the wavering hesitant nature of being a human being with responsibilities and an inner understanding of oneself.

I have plenty of other things I want to talk about but if you watch the first three episodes of Tiger & Bunny you’ll start to get a feel for what I mean! It’s a very clever, subtle, tactic the series uses to compare and contrast it’s many characters with their superhero personas and is what gives the show such an enjoyable dynamic feel.

Because of this show’s characters and their wonderful duality this is the first and only time I’ll make this kind of comment: I do not suggest the dub of Tiger & Bunny and not because it isn’t good (it’s well cast and acted) but because the English script ignores the nuances of how characters address themselves because English can’t help it and the official translations don’t address any of it. 

Nathan Seymour (AKA the hero Fire Emblem) uses the gender neutral I/me pronoun "watashi" and informal feminine "atashi" for themselves which is hard to express in an English script as English doesn’t have gendered I/me pronouns. For those watching a sub there is still a lot of guess work if you even have the ear to pick out how Nathan refers to themselves because the character absolutely displays Japanese media stereotypes and as such Nathan can be seen to fall into the onee category with their dialogue being onee kotoba.  

I could get into this but I’ll just say again that this is a series where stereotypes are pitted against people who can fall into them but are shown to be more than them and Nathan is absolutely a part of that. The most thrilling and moving aspect of the second Tiger & Bunny film, and I’d argue of the entire franchise, is when the story goes into Nathan’s history and shares a considerate journey with identity - but what if you never make it there?    

At the end of the day who you are and what you know is going to define whether Nathan Seymour is a believable agender queer POC character or a strange flat stereotype - which isn’t anything special as that’s how all characters from everything are experienced and defined.  

If you want to get deep into this kind of conversation I suggest starting with Japanese Language, Gender, and Ideology: Cultural Models and Real People by Shigeko Okamoto and Janet S. Shibamoto Smith. And if anything at all has caught your interest about Tiger & Bunny I full heartedly endorse giving this series a watch.

#age anime #tiger & bunny #tiger and bunny

[amezzlove-blog]

Welcome to the 21st

If I could have a moment of your time for a brief departure from all things Mystrade and Sherlock related, I need to tell y’all about Travelers, the Show that Deserves a Fucking Fandom.  Look at the pretty cast.  

From Left to Right:  David,  Trevor,  Marcy,  Carly, MacLaren,  and Philip.

Oops. They forgot Grace. 

NObody puts Grace in the corner!

Okay.   Now the gang’s all here.  

Official synopsis:  Hundreds of years from now, the last surviving humans discover the means of sending consciousness back through time, directly into people in the 21st century. These Travelers assume the lives of seemingly random people, while secretly working as teams to perform missions in order to save humanity from a terrible future.

Let me see if I can Tumblr translate that. In the future, we are so, so fucked. Also? When we send our consciousness back in time to those ‘random people’ in order to save our future selves? The only thing we know about the host (we take over their bodies at the time of death) is what we know from official records and SOCIAL MEDIA. This is a bit not good.  

Meet the Team:

David: Social worker. Heart of gold. Big ol’ teddy bear. We all wish we had a friend/lover like David. He is Marcy’s case worker. He is awesome.  We love him, even though he is not offically a team member.  . :::pets David:::

Marcy: Doctor.  Practical.  Girl can take care of herself and will flip her hair when she’s done kicking your sorry 21st century ass.   Her host is, unfortunately,  brain damaged (you won’t find out how she became that way until season 2 and it will Blow. Your. Mind.)  However, as a social work exercise, David has Marcy set up a profile page on social media, where she says she is a single, young, college-educated librarian.  When future Marcy takes over, present-day brain-damaged Marcy can suddenly speak clearly and intelligently. It’s a MIRACLE. Unfortunately, Marcy’s brain damage is more severe than anyone realized, so she is basically dying from the moment she arrives.  Luckily, she has a David.  

Trevor: Tech guy. Physicist. Old as hell. Like, seriously, over 120 years old. His host is a 17-year-old high school football star who is a bit of a jerk. Trevor is a stop-and-smell-the-roses kind of guy. Kind. Gentle.  Protective.  But he will fuck you up if he has to.  Please note: Everybody from the future can fuck you up. They must learn as infants.  Trevor has seen some shit in his day.   Trevor is an old man in a young man’s body – the fanfiction should just write itself, amirite? So WHERE IS IT?????  

Carly: Tactician/warrior/bad-ass motherfucker. Her host died in a fight with her abusive husband (who is a cop). She has a baby who is around 8 months old?  A year? After she takes over the host and makes the abusive husband leave, she starts googling how to care for an infant. She is woman, hear her roar. She is not gonna take any shit off anyone for any reason, ever.  Carly isn’t all tough as nails, though.   In the future, Carly is in a relationship with none other than…

MacLaren: Team leader.  Noble.  Headstrong. Flawed.  His host is an FBI agent, which is very convenient for the Traveler team, as it gives him access to all the cool databases, as well as ways to provide cover for their missions.  He is also happily married, which makes things a bit awkward for him and Carly. He has one of the most difficult adjustments to present-day life.  Things seldom go as planned, so he improvises – a lot.  

Philip: Historian. Honest.  Loyal.   Sweet soul.  Conflicted.  Trained since birth to memorize details of the time he will go to, including lottery numbers, racetrack winners, when people will die.  According to records, his host died of an accidental overdose the first time he injected heroin, which is a big fucking LIE.  His host is, in fact, a heroin addict.  Philip goes into withdrawal, but the timing is bad, and ever-practical Marcy gives him a minimum dose so he can function.  Philip is all alone – no family, no friends.  Philip needs a friend. He will adopt a turtle and name it Poppy and love it to pieces. Get it? Poppy?  Heroin? (I ship Philip and Trevor SO HARD – where is the fucking FANFIC?)

Grace:  Was Trevor’s high school guidance counselor.  They bonded over literature.She was going to die, and be taken over by a Traveler. Trevor tried to prevent that (Trevor ignores protocols whenever he damn well pleases), but was unsuccessful, and Grace becomes, well – a giant asshole. If you know who Rodney McKay is of SGA fame, then you will recognize Grace’s character. She’s early series Rodney McKay. Egocentric, brilliant, no social skills (OMG – when she has to be an actual guidance counselor?  Comedy gold!) But you will get used to her and come to like her, and then you will CARE about her, ok?

The thing about this show is how layered it is, how great the writing is, how the continuity is meticulously maintained, how they develop into a TEAM.   Everyone is just doing their best, trying to save the world, yanno? And then shit happens. And keeps happening.  And maybe the Director (the AI behind the master plan to save the future) isn’t infallible.  

Season 2 ended on the cliffhanger to end all cliffhangers. Season 3 starts in… November?  December?

It’s on Netflix.

Go and do your thing, fandom folks, I beg of you.

#Travelers