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Batting Practice Part 30 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You only get two nights alone with Bradley in Palm Springs, and you're determined to enjoy every minute of your honeymoon. Bradley isn't so sure how you'll feel about the gifts he bought for you, but you light up when you see them. While the weekend felt too short, going home means you both get to see Everett again.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, smut

Length: 5600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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Bradley held your hand the entire way to Palm Springs as the two of you softly shared your ideas for the future. It was dark outside, and there was no traffic, making for a peaceful ride. You had changed out of your wedding dress into some leggings and one of his tee shirts, but you still looked as beautiful as you had earlier at the ballpark when he slipped your wedding band on your finger. Right now you were talking about going to Disney World when Everett had a school break, but the details didn't matter to Bradley. He was happy going anytime you wanted.

"I've never been to Florida. I've barely been out of California, and even then, just for work conferences in Minneapolis in the middle of winter," you told him, rubbing your soft fingers along his rough ones. "But you've been everywhere."

Bradley contemplated his response for a beat. Sure, he'd been all over the world with the navy. He'd seen a lot and been able to act the part of a tourist at times, too. But he'd never experienced this before. "Yeah," he agreed, turning down a desert road. "But this is the first time I've had a home since I was a kid, Kitten. I'll take you and Ev anywhere you want to go, happily. And then we can return home where everything is perfect. Home is where the Phillies room is."

Your laughter filled the Bronco as the lights of Palm Springs came into view between the mountains. Bradley navigated the last few miles to the hotel, and then he helped you out before grabbing both bags. The night was cool, and you had goosebumps on your arms when he touched you there, but your lips were warm and inviting. "I love you," he whispered. "Let's go to our room."

He wasn't sure if it was the chilly air that made you shiver or his words, but he was planning on showing you how many different ways he could love you over the next two days. Emotionally and physically. It only took a minute to get checked into the small boutique hotel, and then you were leading the way to the room, occasionally grinning at him over your shoulder.

As soon as that door was closed and you said, "Oh, look how pretty-" Bradley had his mouth on yours as he pushed you up against the door. "Coach," you gasped, pliant in his arms as his hands found their way up inside your shirt.

"You feel so good. So soft," he whispered, voice harsh as you started to pull the shirt over your head. As you stood there in your white lace bra, nipples peaked against the decadent looking fabric, he said, "You're my wife."

The way your body arched into his as your head tipped back against the door made his eyes go wide. He wrapped his big hands around your hips and hauled you to bed, pressing you down underneath his bodyweight as he dipped his hand into the elastic waistband of your pants. You were so wet. He shouldn't have been surprised. And now you were getting a little loud as he stroked your clit. That didn't really surprise him either.

"I like you loud," he grunted, taking a minute to wrench your tight pants down your legs and drop them to the floor. You were perfect, writhing around, gasping his name in your white thong and matching bra. When you reached for him, he tried to slow his pace, tried to get himself undressed, but he just couldn't.

So the first time he made love to you after you got married, Bradley still had his jeans mostly on, and your pretty panties were pushed to the side to accommodate him. He managed to get your bra off as you ran your hands along his neck and up into his hair, and then you pulled his shirt off for him. But the urgency to be with you was still there. He hoped it never went away.

"I love you, Coach," you gasped, keening loudly as he sucked on your tits and got you off with his fingers and his cock. And then he came for you, messing up your thong when he withdrew, watching his cum seep out of you and onto the bedding.

"We're gonna destroy this room," he whispered, taking in your body and the way you were gently stroking your tits in the aftermath.

You bit your lip and watched him stand at the foot of the bed. "Let me know when you're ready again. I have an idea for that couch."

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As soon as you got cleaned up from round one with Bradley's undershirt back on, you dug around in your overnight bag. And then it became abundantly clear that Molly packed your overnight bag with a specific agenda in mind. Yeah, she packed your toothbrush, face wash and makeup. Sure, she packed your phone charger and vitamins. But when it came to clothing, all you had with you was your leopard print bathing suit, one of Molly's bodycon dresses, and lingerie. And more lingerie. And new lingerie that you'd never even seen before.

"Bradley!" you called out to your newly minted husband who was in the bathroom. You stormed over to the door and pushed it open to reveal him washing his hands.

"Yeah, Baby?"

"Why did you let Molly pack my bag?"

He gave you a funny look. "I thought she'd know better about what you'd want to bring here than I would."

You laughed and shook your head. "She packed it for you. Not me. There's nothing in there except sexy underwear and one skin tight dress."

Bradley's grin grew as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I'm gonna thank her right now."

"When I'm wearing an inappropriately short dress to dinner tomorrow night, that's on you and her," you told him, strolling out onto the balcony that overlooked the pool.

But he was right behind you, pressing himself against your back as you leaned against the railing and looked out over the desert lit up by moonlight. "This dress? How short we talking?"

You pushed your butt back against him and whispered, "You'll think my pussy is on your dinner menu."

The way he groaned in your ear and wrapped his arm around you left little doubt in your mind that he was ready for round two. "How about for a midnight snack?" he asked, reaching beneath the shirt you were wearing and running his rough hand up your thigh. His lips and breath were hot on your neck as you wiggled your butt. He hissed, "I want you."

"You just had me," you replied, biting your lip as you watched the few people below who were having a late night swim. And then he was slipping one long finger down along your slit and pushing it inside your pussy, still messy with his cum from a little bit ago.

"Well, I want you again." He was kissing the side of your neck now as you contemplated whether or not it was a good idea to do this on the balcony. "How could I not want my sexy wife?"

Okay, so you were going to let him fuck you on the balcony.

While your room didn't have any exterior lights shining, it wasn't so dark up here that you were completely hidden. And the wrought iron railing wasn't going to help hide much, but you were already getting excited just thinking about it. When you bent a little more at the waist so your bare butt and thighs were rubbing against the front of his shorts, you looked at him over your shoulder and whispered, "You wanna?"

With a groan so loud you were afraid the people in the pool might look up, he withdrew his finger from your pussy. "I wanna." And then you squeaked as he wrapped his forearm around your belly and ground himself against you. "You gotta keep quiet, Kitten." And then he bent you a little more, and you could feel the cool night air on your slick opening before he yanked down his shorts and filled you up.

You weren't prepared to take him right then all at once, and Bradley had to cover your mouth immediately as you braced your hands on the railing.

"I love it when you get loud," he grunted next to your ear as he started thrusting. When you licked his palm, paying special attention to his wedding band, he slipped two fingers inside your mouth. "But that should keep you quiet."

Bradley fucked you so hard and fast while you watched everyone in the pool, you were ready to cum after a few minutes. His fingers had you literally drooling, but his mouth was on your neck, and he was whispering how good you were for him.

"You gonna cum, Kitten? I can tell you are." His voice was ragged now as he squeezed your breasts through the shirt, stroking your nipples with just enough pressure that he had to add a third finger to your mouth to keep your moaning quiet. And then you came on his cock, legs shaking and back arched, drowning in the pleasure he was giving you.

"I'm close," he whispered. "You can take it." Then he withdrew his fingers and grabbed your hips with both hands and fucked you even harder. When he came, you bit your lip. There was a couple getting out of the pool, and they glanced around as Bradley finished. He slipped out of you, his warm cum coating your inner thighs as you stood. You kept yourself in front of him as the couple glanced your way briefly, but Bradley was too busy singing your praises next to your ear to notice.

"I can't believe we did that," you said with a shy smile as you spun to face him.

Bradley smirked as he tucked himself back into his shorts. "I still want to know what you have planned for the couch."

"Maybe I'll show you tomorrow."

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Bradley woke up the next morning with your naked body wrapped around him and a strip of sunlight streaming in through the sliding glass door. Your diamond ring was sending little bursts of color along the ceiling and the walls as it reflected the light, and the splotches of orange and green and purple danced across your face as you started to move. Your long eyelashes fluttered as you opened your eyes, and your lips curved into a smile just for him.

"I love you, Coach," you whispered, the reflected colors moving down your body before you slid your hand away and leaned up to kiss him.

He cupped your cheek and whispered, "Mrs. Bradshaw," between kisses.

It was just a few seconds before you were riding him, putting on a show and letting him touch you all over. Bradley loved the visual of you sliding up and down his cock, getting a little louder with each motion. "You're gorgeous," he groaned, caressing your thighs and hips with his big hands. "I can't believe I have a wife. A fucking MILF at that."

You laughed and leaned down to kiss him, anchoring your hands against his shoulders as you continued to fuck him just right. When you and he were spent, you were draped across him again while he was still buried inside you. "I'm hungry," you whispered, kissing his neck.

"Room service? I wasn't really planning on sharing you with anyone else until dinner."

You pouted up at him as he played with your paw print charm. "I want to go in the pool."

He nodded. "I'd kind of like to see what our balcony looks like from down there. I swear that couple last night saw us." Your soft moan let him know what he suspected; you found it more sexy than upsetting that someone may have seen part of that. Some knowledge to keep tucked away for next time. "Let's go check out the cafe."

"You're so funny," you told him, easing yourself out of bed and leaving his messy cock resting against his abs. "I. Don't. Have. Any. Clothing."

Bradley laughed as he stood as well. "Put your sexy leopard print bathing suit on, jungle kitten. The pool bar will serve us food."

He watched you pull on your bathing suit as you muttered some unfriendly things about Molly. "At least she gave me flip flops."

"You can always buy something from one of the shops downstairs," Bradley said, lacing his fingers with yours and coaxing you down to the lobby.

But what started as a search for a dress or a cute outfit for you quickly turned into something for Bradley and Everett.

"Check it out!" he said, holding up a child's size baseball jersey that said Palm Springs Vintage League. "They have some for adults, too."

You flipped over the price tag and balked. "Ev doesn't need it for two hundred dollars."

Bradley frowned. "But he and I could match. All three of us could, if you want one too, Kitten."

"He'll outgrow it by next year."

He stood there and just stared at you. He had a son now. Kids outgrew things as they got older. The thought was really unsettling to him as he held up the little jersey, much like the Bradshaw one that you had gifted to him yesterday. It was adorable, and Everett would love it. "I don't even know what size he wears," Bradley muttered, checking the tag for a different reason.

"He's usually a 7/8," you replied casually. But when Bradley went silent again, you asked, "What's wrong?"

He swallowed hard and said, "I just... don't know that kind of stuff about him. You know? I feel like I know a lot. Like I try to pay attention. I know what he likes and doesn't like. I know that he loves the Phillies and science class and pancakes and swimming. I know that he doesn't have any allergies, because it was on his fact sheet for tee ball." You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed her sternum though his shirt. "But, Kitten... I didn't know what size he wears. And I don't know his blood type or anything like that. What if something happens to him when he's with me? What if there's something important I should know and I fuck it up?"

"His blood type is A negative," you said, squeezing him a little tighter as he gripped the hanger in his hand. "And you're not going to fuck anything up, Bradley."

"I accidentally taught him a bad word last week. And I accidentally kind of told him what a sugar daddy does."

You burst into laughter against his chest, shaking in his arms as you tried to calm down. "Okay, but that's not the end of the world. And honestly, both of those are pretty funny now when I think about them. But you care about Ev so much. You went and got him from Danny's house when I called you."

He kissed your forehead. "Don't talk about Danny," he growled. "Hate him."

"See? You're nothing like him at all! You think Danny knew Everett's blood type? Or what size he wore? The difference is, Danny didn't care to know those things at all. You do. And you'll catch on to more now that you live with us."

Bradley nodded and took a deep breath. And when he left the shop holding your hand after purchasing three of the jerseys, you didn't complain about the price at all.

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After you ate brunch on an oversized lounge chair next to the mid century modern pool with Bradley, you fell asleep while he watched the Padres recap on his phone. Your body was sore from last night, but he kept his arm wrapped around you, stroking your skin softly with his fingertips.

As you dozed on and off, you muttered to Bradley, "Will you text Molly or Bob and check on Ev? And see how Ev's future cousin is doing?"

"Already did about an hour ago," he replied, taking your hand and kissing your fingers. "All good. Ev and Bob went on a hike. And apparently Molly ate some vegetables for the baby but washed them down with gummy bears."

"That sounds right," you murmured, yawning and stretching. "You wore me out, Coach."

Bradley looked at you from under the bill of his cap. "I thought you promised me that your pussy was on my dinner menu."

The waiter who was walking by snickered, and you tried to hide your face. "Bradley," you groaned.

"Well, is it on my dinner menu or not, Kitten? I'm starving for it."

"You're insatiable."

"It's our honeymoon. But I'm going to take you on a longer trip just the two of us. Because as much as I love Ev and want to know everything about him, I love you, too. And I love my dinner menu."

You ended up jumping in the pool to get him to stop, but he came splashing in right behind you. When he swam over to you, he grabbed you and you clung into him. "Remember the tee ball pool party?" you asked as he swiped his hair back from his forehead.

"Remember it? Kitten, that was our first kiss."

You bit your lip and pressed the tip of your nose to his. "Got a little spicy in the clubhouse kitchen."

"Bob caught us," he said with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist and carrying you over to the side of the pool. "He knew I was head over heels."

"I was so embarrassed!"

"And just think, pretty soon he'll probably be your brother-in-law. Uncle Bob."

You smothered his face in kisses and said, "I love my family."

And you really meant it, even as you were squeezing into the stretchy bodycon dress Molly had packed so you could go to dinner. It didn't look as good on you as it did on her, but it honestly wasn't terrible.

"Holy shit," Bradley grunted. "Molly needs to let you borrow that indefinitely."

You rolled your eyes. "She's going to want it back. I'm sure Bob-"

"Do not finish that sentence!" he practically shouted. "I want to enjoy the erection I'm going to have later, okay?"

You started laughing as you covered your mouth with your hand. "Let me finish my makeup, and then we can go." You touched up your mascara and your lipstick. Okay, now you did look pretty hot. Tight red dress. Red lips. Dark eye makeup.

"Ready?" you asked, strolling out of the bathroom and slipping your feet into your black heels. Your eyes settled on a wrapped box that was placed on the foot of the bed. "What's that?"

Bradley's smirk made your heart race. "Just a little something I got for you. For us."

You pressed your lips together. "Am I allowed to open it now?"

But he shook his head. "It's strictly for after dinner, Kitten."

Your mind was racing. Maybe he got you some kind of new lingerie? Or a toy? You thought of so many sexy things as he led you downstairs to the restaurant with his hand on your butt.

When you looked up at him through your lashes, he whispered, "You look perfect." The thing was, you felt perfect. You had never felt a fraction of this love and excitement with Danny. You never felt starved for attention now, and neither did Everett. You felt adored and listened to and understood. It made you want to do something crazy like drop to your knees and give him a blowjob in the elevator.

You managed to hold it together as you did have to ride down to the wine cellar restaurant with an elderly couple. But just barely. You let your knuckles graze Bradley's cock through his pants with intent. And he grunted in response, his pupils blown wide.

"Just wait, Kitten." His voice sounded threatening, and you had to squeeze your thighs together. And that feeling didn't improve as you and he sat side by side with glasses of merlot and an enormous steak that you shared along with countless sides and crusty bread that made your mouth water.

"I love it here," you told him before he fed you some steak from his fork. "This is my favorite dinner. And the wine is incredible."

He kissed your cheek and let his lips and mustache trail back closer to your ear. "Get as tipsy as you want, Baby. But don't get drunk. I'm going to need your consent for what's in that little box on the bed, okay?"

A shiver ran through your body as you turned to face him. He had his hand on your thigh, tucked up underneath the tiny dress, and his mustache felt rough against the shell of your ear.

"Okay," you agreed. But after another glass of wine, you could barely keep your lips off of him in the dimly lit restaurant. You were honestly so ready to go back to the room when he held up a dessert menu.

"What would you like?" he asked, stroking your leg. "I'll be having your pussy for dessert, but why don't you pick out something sweet to take back up to the room?"

You couldn't remember what you ordered, but it must have been cheesecake. You were holding the to-go container and rubbing yourself all over Bradley in the elevator twenty minutes later. He had lipstick on his shirt collar, and the top few buttons were undone. He was flushed a pretty shade of pink, and you arrived back at your floor just as your hand went to the button on his pants.

The wine went to your head, but you weren't quite drunk. But it was hard to walk in your heels now, so Bradley carried you as you held your cheesecake. "Are you gonna fuck me, Coach?" you asked when he reached the door and unlocked it with one hand.

He kissed you and set you down as the door closed behind you. "I want to, Kitten. But first, I'm going to get changed, and then you can open that box, okay?"

You nodded and watched him undress before pulling on just a pair of gray sweatpants. "Why are you putting clothes back on?" you whined stomping one high heel on the floor.

He chuckled and shrugged. "It's gonna be a minute before we get down to it. And I don't want to distract you, Baby. Now come here." He pulled you closer by your hips before letting his hands slide down to the bottom of the dress. Slowly, he pulled the fabric up your body and over your head. You moaned, completely bare for him. "Fucking gorgeous," he whispered, running his fingers down the valley between your breasts.

When you tried to kick your heels off, you whined his name, "Bradley, please. I want to open the box." The gold wrapping paper looked so enticing.

"In a minute," he promised, kissing your shoulder. "How do you feel about keeping the high heels on?"

You looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I'll keep them on for you."

"They'll match perfectly," he crooned, sucking gently on your neck. "With these." He reached for the box and handed it to you, his cheeks still flushed with pink.

But now your husband looked a little apprehensive as you tore into the gold paper and gently removed the top of the box. You gasped, gaping up at him before looking back down at the pretty burgundy velvet with gold accents. "You want me to...wear these?" you asked him in barely a whisper.

He ran his hands slowly up and down your sides. "Yes. The collar has your name on it."

You set the box on the bed and pulled out the matching collar and leash. There was a charm dangling off the collar. Mrs. Bradshaw.

"But only if you want to, Kitten," Bradley reassured you in his sweet voice.

You let the warm velvet and the cool metal meet your hands for a few seconds. They were pretty. You liked them. You liked the idea of wearing them. When you looked up at him, you held your hands out. "Put them on me?"

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Bradley was actually living in his wildest fantasy at the moment. He was married. To you. He had a home and a family. And he was very gently tightening a collar around your neck while he placed soft kisses to your bare shoulder.

"Fuck," he groaned, pulling away to get a good look. You were nibbling nervously on your lip, your hand coming up to feel the charm. The tag. You were tagged with his name. His cock was so hard in his sweatpants, he thought he might cum right now. And he hadn't even finished clasping the leash to your pretty collar yet.

Both were a deep red velvet, so satisfying looking against his skin. And once the leash was hooked on, he was throbbing.

"How do I look, Coach?"

"Mmm, you look like my sexy Kitten. Will you let me take some pictures of this? Maybe a little video? Use it to get me through my next deployment."

"Of course," you said, rubbing yourself against him as he held his camera up and took a few photos.

"God damn," he groaned. "You look incredible, Baby." Then you took the end of the leash and put it in his hand.

"Don't be too rough," you whispered, kissing the corner of his lips.

"Never, Kitten," he promised, backing up toward the couch. As soon as you felt the tug, you followed him, your high heels clicking across the marble floor tiles. He loved the sound of it. He loved the look of you. And when he sank down onto the couch, he took a few more photos before tossing his phone aside. "Come on up here," he whispered, rubbing his thigh. "I know you like this."

You were practically purring as you straddled his thigh and eased yourself down so your perfect pussy was resting on his sweatpants. Bradley shortened the leash and yanked softly until your tits bounced and you slid higher on his leg. And then you started to grind, and Bradley kissed along your collar as he kept the leash taut.

"I knew your pussy would be on the menu."

When you let our head tip back, he pulled a little harder on the leash so you were whining as he cupped your ass. "This is exactly what I wanted to do on the couch."

"God, Kitten. You're a dream come true."

He let you lean forward to kiss his lips and play with the hair at the back of his neck. You tasted like wine. Your nipples were hard. Your pussy was soaking his pants. Intoxicating.

Then you whispered, "I'm your pet," before you delicately licked his mustache.

"Jesus Christ," he grunted as you licked his cheek and his ear like a cat. You were the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed, and you were riding his thigh. "Lick my cock," he commanded, tugging on your leash until you were forced down between his legs.

You looked up at him and then started to lick at the wet spot you left on his pants, and Bradley was helpless to force you to stop. Your tits were bouncing as you licked up your silky wetness before reaching for the elastic band and pulling his pants down. You pulled his sweatpants clean off of him and wrapped both hands around his aching cock. His tip was so red, it looked purple.

When Bradley yanked on the leash, you licked the underside of his tip and looked up at him. Every little kitten lick sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He was panting your name as sweat broke out on his face and chest. "You're the hottest thing I've ever seen, Baby." Truly, the sight before him was almost too much. He reached for his phone again and started recording a video.

You looked at the camera, licking him with short strokes of your tongue and smiling a little sheepishly. "Tell me, who's big cock are you licking, Kitten?"

Then you whimpered and said, "My husband's."

"A little louder, Baby," he said, snapping the leash, making you whine.

"My husband's big cock!"

"God, I love you." Now you were taking him between your lips and sucking on him. He let you go for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of that little gold charm hitting your perfect skin as you bobbed and gagged. But he knew what else he wanted to do as he set his phone down again.

When he yanked on your leash, you responded instantly, releasing him from your mouth with a little pop. "Go climb up on the bed, Kitten." He let the leash out a bit so you could stand, and then he stood and pulled you toward the bed. "You like this, don't you?"

"I love it," you replied with a grin before you crawled up onto the bed on your hands and knees. You knew what to do. You presented him with your ass and pussy. You were his pet right now. His very well behaved pet. His cock was still wet from your saliva, and when he pushed himself inside you, he yanked that leash back.

"Bradley!" you screeched, barely able to keep your hands on the bedding with how he was making your back arch.

"You can do it, Baby. I know you can." As he stood there and fucked you, he watched you spread your legs a little wider. Your back arched beautifully. Your fingertips scraped for purchase on the bedding. "That's it."

Bradley fucked you so hard as he pulled on the leash, you couldn't even talk. But you were grinding back into him as you made little sounds. He was addicted to this. He let his free hand come up to rest on your lower back before easing it down along your ass. So close. He was so close. Your pussy was gripping him, and it was the most beautiful sight. He could watch this all night long. But he was going to cum.

He let go of the leash, grabbing at both hips as he started to slow his thrusts down. "Fuck!" he barked leaning down to kiss along your collar. And he filled you up, rubbing his hands along that pretty ass before watching his cum drip out of your pussy and onto the bedding.

You rolled onto your back and reached for him, that Mrs. Bradshaw charm shining in the lamplight. When you made no more to unclip the least or take off the collar, Bradley crawled onto the bed next to you. "I love you," he whispered, gathering you against him with so many kisses, feeling your high heel graze his calf.

"We'll do that again, right?" you asked, raking your fingers through his hair.

"Whenever you want it," he promised. "I'd give you anything. You must know that."

You closed your eyes and smiled. "Feed me the cheesecake."

A minute later, Bradley was sitting back against the headboard with your back pressed to his chest. He had his arms wrapped around you, holding the fork and the container, and you were taking bites and moaning softly. You were still wearing your collar.

"I can't believe we have to go home tomorrow." You opened your mouth for more of your dessert.

"I miss Ev," he whispered, earning a kiss to his chin. "And I can't have him riding around in Bob's truck too much, or he might start to like it better than the Bronco."

"Never," you gasped, and Bradley fed you the last bite. Then you yawned, and he helped you get ready for bed. "You wore me out again, Coach."

"We're just getting started."

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Late the next morning, after a very leisurely room service breakfast and sex in the shower, you and Bradley were on the road back to San Diego. Your body was so sore, and you were wearing Bradley's gray sweatpants and one of his undershirts. Molly really was the best sister in the world for only packing you the necessities.

You had your hand resting on Bradley's on the seat between you while you sipped some coffee. The radio was playing an oldies station, and Bradley knew all the words. The desert was giving way to some suburbs and you thought you should text Molly and Bob and let them know you'd be there soon.

When Bradley flipped his hand over and tightened his grip on yours, you turned to him with an expectant look. His voice was deep and steady as he said, "So what's the plan? How soon can I adopt Ev?"

Your heart was so full that now it was overflowing. "I'll call my lawyer tomorrow."

"First thing tomorrow," he replied with a smile. "Thanks for sharing your son with me."

You wanted to thank Bradley for loving Everett, but as tears stung your eyes, you just couldn't. Because this was just simply what you and Ev should have had all along. Now you were both getting top tier adoration, but you deserved nothing less.

"Yeah," you whispered, leaning across the seat to kiss his cheek while he drove. "I'll call first thing in the morning."

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Just sitting here thinking about Coach Bradley wearing a collar and leash of his very own. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32

PART 31

Don't forget to check out Bob and Molly in The Curveball!

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babydollmarauders · 7 months

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ENCHANTED — JAMIE DRYSDALE

jamie drysdale x hughes!reader

part of the Speak Now Fic List

summary: in which y/n meets Jamie on a boring night and becomes completely enchanted with him

notes: this is my first time ever writing for Jamie, so bear with me! (4k words, precisely.)

this wasn’t where i wanted to spend my night.

after two years in Anaheim, i thought i had successfully avoided my brother’s best friend dragging me to parties or nights out.

i always had an excuse handy.

“sorry Trevor, i have a big test. i gotta study.”

“i have major cramps, sorry Trev.”

“i have study group, sorry!”

“sorry Trevor, i have a shift at the campus store!”

that last one came back to bite me in the ass after Trevor had mentioned it to Jack and my loving brother outed me on the fact that i don’t even have a job.

that’s what got me here. finally conned into being Trevor’s friendly plus-one to John Gibson’s end-of-the-season party. despite the fact that i was telling the truth this time when i said i had to study for finals.

Trevor had pulled some pouty puppy face over facetime, reminded me that i lied to him last time, and even pulled out the “i just wanna hang out with you, mini Hughes. i never get to see you, even though we live in the same city. you may as well be as far away as Jack.”

and just like that, i was putty in his hands. i agreed to accompany, only on the agreement that he wouldn’t leave me alone when we got here. and he hasn’t, so far.

he stands next to me, an arm leant against my shoulder, as he chats with Troy Terry.

“this is y/n Hughes, my itty bitty best buddy!” his speech is slightly slurred, already significantly buzzed, but not quite drunk yet.

“you gotta stop calling me that.” i roll my eyes. “i’m not fourteen and 5’3 anymore.”

“but you’re still not my height,” he laughs, ruffling my hair. “so it stays.”

i send Troy a pleading glance and his head tips back in laughter.

“so, you’re Quinn, Jack, and Luke’s sister?” Troy asks.

“yeah, i’m between Jack and Luke.” i explain and he nods, making a comment about how hard it must be being the only girl.

“where’s Jamie, Trevor? thought he would’ve driven with you.” Troy questions, and i’m grateful for the change of subject.

i love my brothers, but they’re all anyone ever wants to talk about. i’m my own person, my life doesn’t revolve around them.

“nah, i picked this one up, so Jamie’s driving on his own. he should be here soon though.”

i zone out as the conversation shifts to their off-season plans, forcing a laugh whenever Trevor tells a horrendous joke, and faking a smile when he mentions that he’ll be coming to my brothers lake house.

but eventually i get bored, instead turning my head to look around the crowded house.

i recognize a few people from the Ducks games i’ve watched or attended. John Gibson, the goalie. Mason McTavish, the young center.

but then i see him.

dark hair and blue eyes contrast against pale skin. even from across the room, i can see the freckles that litter across his nose and cheekbones. his gaze shifts around the room, and when it settles on where i am, he seems to let out a relieved sigh, making his way over.

my body tenses, my posture becoming straighter, and as i push my shoulders back slightly, i accidentally knock Trevor’s arm off. but he doesn’t seem to notice, a large goofy smile breaking out across his face as he cheers.

“Jimbo! you made it!”

a blush rises to the gorgeous boy’s cheeks, huffing out an awkward chuckle. it’s beautiful. he’s beautiful.

“Jimmy, this is y/n. y/n, this is Jamie!” Trevor introduces us and realization settles over me.

this is Jamie? Trevor’s best friend and roommate in California?

he reminds me of a disney prince. his eyes meet mine, wonder shining amongst them.

“have we met? you seem kinda familiar.” his voice reminds me of daylight breaking amongst gray clouds. warmth and security flowing throughout my body.

but before i can respond, Trevor butts his way in again.

“i’m gonna go get another drink! i’ll be back.”

Trevor pushes his way between us, heading off toward the kitchen, and Jamie laughs again.

“so, how drunk is he?” Jamie questions, his head nodding towards where Trevor disappeared.

“well, about ten minutes ago, he was singing me the mighty ducks theme song.” i explain and Jamie nods in understanding.

“got it. so, he’s sober.” he remarks and i let out a giggle.

“yeah,” i drag out. “there really isn’t much of a difference between sober and drunk Trevor, is there?”

“not when he’s as wild drunk as he is sober.” Jamie jokes, and i hum in agreement.

“so, you’re the infamous Jamie Drysdale?” i raise an eyebrow, watching as his cheeks turn pink.

“oh god, he talks about me?” he laughs and i nod.

“you’ve been mentioned a few times.” i confirm. “all good things, of course.”

Jamie and i stand in that same spot almost all night, eventually moving to the couch when we realize that Trevor isn’t coming back.

“so, you’re a student at… Chapman?” he gathers.

“yeah, i’m about to end my junior year. one year online during the pandemic, and two years on campus here.” i explain and he nods his head in understanding, taking a sip of his soda.

“what’s your major?”

“broadcast journalism. my main focus is sports entertainment.” he nods again before his nose scrunches in confusion, his eyebrows pulling together.

“and you’ve known Trevor this whole time?” i hum out in agreement. “how have we never met until now?”

“okay, don’t judge me.” i preface, making him chuckle, but agree. “i’m not much of a party person. i prefer to stay in my dorm and watch movies. so, i always make up an excuse to get out of coming to parties with Trevor.”

his head tips back in laughter, causing a rush of heat to spread across my face, but at the sight of my blush, he shakes his head.

“wait, no! no! i’m not laughing at you, i swear! i’m laughing because i do the same thing.” his words are spoken through broken laughter, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to hold back a smile.

“really? you’re his roommate!”

“that doesn’t mean i love partying!” he defends himself. “i’m more introverted. quieter than Z. a lot of people wonder why we’re friends, but, we balance each other out.”

he shrugs and i tilt my head, squinting my eyes.

“hm, yeah, i could see that.” i admit. “my best friend and i are the same way. she’s a lot like Trevor.”

as the words leave my mouth, my face drops; my eyes wide, my lips parted in horror.

“oh god, she’s like Trevor.” Jamie’s entire body folds in laughter, his face turning bright red as his hand lands on my knee, sending sparks up my leg.

he looks so carefree and happy, i can’t help but sneak a picture.

“so, neither of us like parties,” Jamie starts, once he’s finally calmed down from laughing at my horror. “and Trevor has left us, and i doubt he’s coming back.”

“definitely not. that boy has the attention span of a goldfish.” i joke and Jamie agrees.

“so why don’t we get out of here?” he asks. my lips part, blood rushing to my cheeks, but before i can speak, he cuts me off. “wait, not like that. that came out wrong! what i mean is, i could really go for some food. and maybe getting out of this crowded house.”

“oh- yeah.” i nod, sliding my phone in my pocket. “yeah, that sounds great.”

“great!” he rises from the couch, holding his hand out for me to take; and i do, slipping my hand into his larger, more calloused hold.

he pulls me up from the couch, his grip never faltering as we exit the house with an irish goodbye and head to his car.

he opens the passenger door, finally dropping my hand to allow me to slide in, but i catch his hand flex in my peripheral vision and despite my now cold hand, my heart races in my chest. did i just get my own pride and prejudice moment?

“do you have any special requests on where to eat?” he questions as he starts the car.

“um, no.” i shrug. “anywhere with chicken tenders is fine with me.”

he laughs. “then i know just the place.”

the ride is made in a comfortable silence after that. nothing but the sound of country music flowing through the radio.

Jamie pulls into a diner parking lot, mostly empty due to the late timing, and we head inside, taking a seat in a booth towards the middle of the establishment.

“your chicken tenders, await.” he grins, pointing out the item on the laminated menu, slightly sticky with syrup.

“hey, don’t knock the chicken tenders. they’re an important food group.” i stick out my lip in a fake pout and he chuckles.

“yeah, if you’re ten.”

“oh yeah, well what are you gonna get? a burger?” he opens his mouth to defend himself, but as i raise a brow, he chooses to stay silent, letting out a ‘hmph’

“that’s what i thought.” i grin in triumph as a waitress stops by to take our orders. as soon as she leaves, my phone buzzes in my pocket and i slide it out, huffing a laugh at the text.

***

from: quack-quack 🦆

yo, where’d u go?! u disappeared on me!

***

i show the text to Jamie, who laughs as well.

“guess he did try to come back to us.” he shrugs.

“yeah, three hours after he left us!” i giggle, holding my phone up to take a picture of Jamie, who smiles, his arms crossed on the table.

the photo is the only response Trevor gets, but barely 5 minutes later, interrupting Jamie and i’s heavy debate on which Star Wars movie is the best, i get another text.

***

from: jacky ♥️🖤

why is Z telling me you’re out with a guy? at 11:30 at night?? y/n, go home. now. it’s unsafe and i can’t believe you’re being so reckless. i’ll deal with this in the morning.

***

i roll my eyes, choosing to ignore the text and slip my phone back into my pocket.

“Trevor again?” Jamie asks but i shake my head.

“no, worse. my brother.” i explain as our food arrives.

i smile over at the waitress, muttering out a ‘thank you’ before she retreats.

“you have a brother?” he speaks up as i take a bite of chicken and i nod.

“i have three.” i don’t give him any more information than that. if he’s unaware of who my brothers are, then i don’t want to tell him. not tonight, at least.

“oh damn.” he blows out a breath, his eyes widening. “i have a brother, but i can’t imagine having three. and being the only girl?”

“yeah, they’re pretty protective.”

“do they live here?” he asks, and it feels nice; being able to talk about my family without someone already knowing who they are and pretty much everything about them.

“no.” i shake my head. “one lives in canada, the other two on the east coast.”

he ask me more questions about my family, and i try to keep my answers as vague as possible, while still not being too vague that he thinks i don’t wanna talk about them.

for every question i answer, he gives me a fact about his own family, until the conversation shifts to jobs.

“well obviously you know i’m a hockey player.” he says as i push my now-empty plate away. “do you work?”

“not right now.” i tell him. “i’m focused on school at the moment. i got a full-ride scholarship, because of my grades, so i don’t have to pay for my tuition, and my parents pay for my dorm.

“but because they don’t have to pay for my tuition, they send me a monthly allowance from my college fund so that i don’t have to work and i can focus on my schooling.”

he follows along as i explain, maintaining eye contact.

“that’s cool. it’s good, that you get to focus on your grades.” i yawn as he finishes speaking, attempting to cover it, but he catches on. “oh shit, are you tired?”

“i- just a little bit.” i wince, hoping he doesn’t think i found him boring or anything.

“i can drop you off at your dorm, if you want. i know Trevor picked you up”

i nod as he motions over to the waitress for the check.

“yes, please.” i give in. “i usually wouldn’t mind staying out all night with you, because i’m having a really good time, and you’re so funny and sweet. but, i need to sleep so i can study tomorrow. i have a final on Monday.”

Jamie pays, waving off my offer to pay for my own food, and we exit the diner, climbing back into his car.

the time on his dashboard reads one am and i internally cringe at the idea of having to sneak back into my dorm.

the drive is mainly quiet as i give him directions to my dorm, and i sigh as we pull up in front of the building.

“i had a lot of fun.” i turn to him with a small smile as i unbuckle my seatbelt. “thanks for making tonight a lot less boring, Jamie.”

“yeah, me too.” he nods, “thanks for saving me from drunk Trevor.”

i’m grateful for the darkness of the night sky as he leans over and presses a kiss to my cheek, thanking whatever higher being that he’s unable to see the pink twinge of my cheekbones.

i bid him a goodnight as i exit the car, looking back as i reach the door to the dormitory building, to see him waiting for me to get inside before he leaves. i wave another goodbye, him doing the same as i disappear into the brick building.

i’m blushing, grinning like a lovesick fool the entire elevator ride up to my dorm.

i wonder if he knows how enchanted i was by him. one night together and i’m already thinking about how i would introduce him to my family.

i tiptoe into the dorm room, quiet to try and avoid waking my best friend slash roommate, but my efforts go unappreciated as she’s already sitting up in her bed, waiting for me.

“how was it? were you miserable without me?” Brandy asks from her spot propped against her mountain of pillows. “i bet you were, right?”

but i’m quiet; my mind still stuck on Jamie. he was amazing. so kind, and funny. and he actually asked about me. he genuinely wanted to know about my family and friends, what i liked to do in my free time, and what i wanted to do with my degree.

“oh- i know that look.” Brandy squeals, hopping off her bed and disregarding my half-nakedness in the midst of getting changed into my pajamas, pulling me in for a hug. “who is he? what’s his name? where’s he from? does he have a hot brother?”

“Trevor’s roommate, Jamie, Canada, and he has a brother but i don’t know what he looks like.” i spill, my cheeks red and a wide grin on my lips.

you’d think i just told Brandy i won the lottery with the way she lets out an excited shriek, jumping up and down as i finish changing.

i leave her to get out her excitement as i go wash my face and brush my teeth, but when i’m back, she just seems even more excited.

“tell me all about him!” she demands, hopping back into her bed, turning to face mine as i crawl in and bury myself in my covers.

“he was enchanting.” i sigh, staring up at the popcorn ceiling. “he was so funny, and he was so sweet. we really clicked, Bran.

“we met at the party and spent hours just talking and getting to know each other. and then he took me to this diner, and we spent another hour and a half just talking about our lives. and he doesn’t know who my brothers are! i mean, he knows who they are, obviously, because he plays hockey, but he doesn’t know they’re my brothers.”

“oh sweet angel,” she sighs, and i turn my head to look at her. “you seem so happy.”

her eyes are soft, a gentle smile on her face.

“i am.” i tell her.

“are you gonna see him again?” she questions, laying down under her blankets.

“i don’t know, i—” my mood deflates, my face dropping as realization settles over me. “i didn’t get his number.”

“so ask Trevor for it.” she shrugs, as if it’s easy. and i guess for her, someone who doesn’t have crippling anxiety, it is.

“i can’t.” i shake my head. “that would be so embarrassing. i don’t want Trevor to know i’m interested in his friend. not yet.”

“you’ll see him again, sweet angel.” Brandy assures me, flicking off her lamp. “it’ll work out.”

the room goes dark and quiet, and a mere five minutes later, i can hear her snores fill the room. but i’m still awake.

i grab my phone from where it rests on my bedside table, unlocking it, i’m unsurprised to see it’s two am. i click into my photos app, swiping back and forth between the two pictures i took of Jamie tonight.

questions plague my thoughts.

does he have a girlfriend in canada?

who does he love?

when is he leaving, now that the season is over?

will i ever see him again?

please let this be the very first page of our story.

please don’t let this be where our storyline ends.

i turn off my phone, plugging it in and setting it back on my nightstand. his name echoes through my thoughts, and when i close my eyes, all i picture is him.

please don’t be in love with someone else.

please don’t have somebody waiting on you.

i drift into sleep, my dreams overridden by the same blue eyed, freckled boy that had taken over my mind.

*** TWO MONTHS LATER ***

it’s been months, but i still haven’t moved past that April night with Jamie.

i can be having a normal summer day, and yet some way or another, i’m reminded of the beautiful boy that i spent that night with.

sometimes it’s the blue of the lake water, which reminds me of his eyes. others it’s the color of my coffee in the morning, that reminds me of his hair.

it doesn’t help that nearly all of Trevor’s stories from the past season, include Jamie in some way.

it’s been months, and i still hope to every higher power, that i’ll see him again. that he’s single and hoping to see me too.

i’m sprawled across the couch, my head in my eldest brother’s lap as the guys play chel.

i was reading a book, but that’s been long abandoned; now closed and resting on my chest as i daydream about the freckled disney prince like boy from Anaheim.

“hey.” my trance is broken when Quinn pokes my cheek. i glance up at him, tearing my eyes away from their zoned out glare at the tv. “you okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine.” i give him a small smile. “just wondering where Trevor is and if he can stay there. it’s so quiet.”

Quinn laughs, zoning back into the tv screen as a new game starts between Jack and Cole.

“he went to-” Quinn is cut off by the front door opening and Trevor’s loud voice echoing throughout the house.

“honey, i’m home!” Trevor calls out and Quinn and i share an exasperated glance. “and i brought a guest!”

my brows furrow together at his statement, listening to the two pairs of footsteps that get closer to the living room.

“guys, this is Jamie. you know him from… playing against him.”

my eyes go wide, my head snapping up as i quickly raise myself to a sitting position, accidentally kicking Jack in the groin from my feet having been in his lap.

Jack lets out a groan, doubling over, while Cole laughs and takes that as his chance to score a goal on him in the video game.

“Jimbo, this is Cole, Alex, Quinn, and Jack, who looks like his appendix burst.” Trevor introduces and Jack coughs, holding up his middle finger at his best friend. “and you already know y/n.”

at the mention of my name and the flick of Trevor’s finger towards me, Jamie’s eyes snap to me, a smile on his face.

“hi.” i grin, shuffling to my knees on the couch.

“hey, i’m glad to see you again. i didn’t know you would be here.” Jamie’s eyes light up, crinkling as his smile gets brighter.

“it’s her brothers’ house Jimmy, of course she’ll be here.” Trevor laughs, slapping Jamie’s back, whose eyes go wide as he realizes.

“oh- these are your brothers? you didn’t say they played hockey.” Jamie chuckles awkwardly.

“what?” Jack huffs from behind me. “not only have you met him? but you didn’t tell him about your dear old brothers?”

Jack wraps an arm around the front of my shoulders, pulling me back into him and ruffling my hair.

“get off me, jackass!” i break free from his hold, making him laugh. “i didn’t tell him who you are, but i did tell him how annoying you are.”

Jack gasps in mock offense, reaching out for me, but i clamber into Quinn’s lap.

“keep him away, Quinny!” i shriek, making all the guys laugh.

“Jack, leave her alone.” Quinn chuckles and Jack slumps back on his seat, rolling his eyes.

“you two are no fun.”

“hey mini Hughes?” Trevor starts, plopping down into the seat beside Jack. “you mind showing Jimmy to the empty room? i wanna beat Cole’s ass at chel.”

“sure.” i rise from Quinn’s lap, sending a smile towards Jamie as i motion for him to follow me. he picks up his suitcase, shuffling behind me through the house and up the stairs until i lead him into the empty room beside mine.

“here ya go. your room for the… however long you’re here.” he chuckles at my words, setting his suitcase down on the bed before he turns to me.

“ya know, i was hoping i’d see you again.” he confesses, my cheeks turning pink.

“yeah?” he nods, “me too.”

“i was enchanted to meet you that night.” his hand grabs ahold of mine, lacing our fingers together. “and then i realized i didn’t get your number, and it felt too weird to get it from Trevor. so, i was really hoping i would run into you next season, but here you are now.”

“here i am.” i bite my lip, glancing down at his lips before back at his eyes.

“would you wanna go out while i’m here?” he asks shyly. “like, on a real date?”

“i would love that, Jamie.” i take the chance while i feel bold, wrapping my arms around his neck, his following suit and coiling around my waist.

“yeah?” he replies giddily, his voice filled with excitement and nerves.

“yeah. i’d love that a lot.” his eyes flicker down to my lips before his tongue darts out to wet his own.

“hey, Jamie?�� my words earn me a distracted hum in return. “you finally gonna kiss me now?”

“oh yeah.” he nods, causing me to giggle.

his head dips down, our noses brushing as his lips finally press against mine. my entire body melts into his, my hands cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer. our lips fit together perfectly, fire spreading throughout my body at the feeling.

and all i can think, is how enchanting this feeling is.

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An argument I hear from time to time is the following:

"I don't care that this novel is considered Legends, if it was canon when George Lucas was in charge of Lucasfilm, it's still canon to me now. Whatever George says is what counts, I don't care what Disney says."

Putting the Expanded Universe's Star Wars and George Lucas' Star Wars in the same basket. And that's, uh... inaccurate.

So without further ado, let's explore:

George Lucas’ involvement in the Expanded Universe

Early years of the EU...

When the first bit of EU content came out in the form of the novel Splinter of the Mind's Eye, Lucas was too busy working on the films, so Alan Dean Foster wrote it by himself (which explains why Luke and Leia's relationship plays out romantically).

After the movies came out, when new material was going to be created, George told Lucas Licensing and other authors that the Prequel era was off-limits to write about, because he might tell that story one day.

Beyond that, they could go to town and write sequels, for instance. After all, part of why Star Wars was created was to let people's imagination run wild and George was happy to let other artists play in the sandbox he created.

That said, things were very clear from the get-go.

These weren't his stories.

The Thrawn books, Dark Empire, all this material was explicitly just Tom Veitch and Timothy Zahn and whoever else's creation. Not George's, who was described by Lucas Licensing's Lucy Autrey Wilson as "not very involved".

The most he did was answers "OK/Not OK" questionnaires about what the EU writers could or couldn't write.

Telling Yoda's backstory? Not OK.

Telling Han's backstory, between the Prequel and Ep. 4? OK.

Having someone wear Vader's suit after his death? Not OK.

The Emperor returning in a clone body? OK.

So that's it. That was his involvement in the 90s.

Him saying "don't write something set during this/that period".

"OK/Not OK" questionnaires.

It's also worth mentioning he didn't approve of Mara Jade, Luke's wife in the EU. In his mind, "Jedi don't marry".

Rather, the character herself wasn't an issue... until she married Luke. When Timothy Zahn asked for Luke and Mara to be married or engaged, back in 1993, Lucasfilm initially vetoed the idea.

According to Brian Jay Jones (author of "A Life", George Lucas' biography), in 1995 George convened a 'Star Wars Summit' wherein he gathered licensees and international agents to Skywalker Ranch to reinforce "the need for him to maintain quality control, especially in the areas of publishing, where some characters—such as Luke Skywalker, who’d been given a love interest in a fiery smuggler named Mara Jade—were living lives far beyond the ones he had written for them in the original trilogy".

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During the Prequels...

George Lucas was writing and directing three movies with large themes, shot almost back-to-back, commuting between Australia and California. That's hard enough as it is.

Also, in the 90s, most movies were still shot on film. During the making of Phantom Menace, Lucas shot parts of the film by combining prototype digital Sony cameras and using them in combination with videotapes, rather than shooting on film.

For Attack of the Clones, George worked with Panavision and Sony to develop fully digital cameras, which eventually became the standard.

As if that wasn't enough, by making the Prequels, Lucas and ILM were also creating fully-digitized worlds (Coruscant, Geonosis) and characters (Jar Jar, Yoda) and laying the groundwork for the CGI technology that has now become essential for today's blockbusters.

Having established all this...

Do you really think he had the time or the patience to read through a bunch of novels and guidebooks?!

Simply put: George Lucas was too busy revolutionizing cinema to be involved in the development of the EU.

So if you ask George who Tahl or Vitiate are, or what the Stark Hyperspace War or a vapor manifold are, if you ask him to recite you the Sith Code... he'll grumble and say "heck if I know".

He outright admitted that fans know more Star Wars lore than him.

Because SOMEBODY ELSE wrote that stuff.

And he let them do it because:

It made money. A lot of money, especially after TPM came out. Money that could fund his next films. You don't mess with licensing. Hell, it's why he was so cool with there being all those Star Wars parodies.

He didn't see those stories as canon anyway, so it couldn't hurt. He saw them as a separate universe, an alternate timeline wherein the films happened ALONG with all these other tales.

So associating the EU content with Lucas is unreasonable. He was too busy, so he just let Howard Roffman, Lucy Autrey Wilson, Sue Rostoni and Lucas Licensing do their thing and crank out new stories and transmedia content for the fans.

It was a one-way relationship. The licensing parallel universe needed to have some internal consistency AND adhere to what Lucas established in the new films movies (which was difficult because they weren't involved in the production process), but he didn't need to be in line or consistent with anything they established.

Now, George did set some guidelines/boundaries and there were obviously do's and don'ts. But once those boundaries were set and the brief was established, the authors had a lot of freedom and, like, 99% of their interaction was with their editors from the respective publishing houses (Scholastic, Del Rey, Dark Horse) and the folks at Lucas Licensing.

George was only really brought in to sign off on, like, some of the major plot points only once in a blue moon. Stuff like:

"Let's make a Maul novel". George would go "fine, just keep him mysterious."

"What species should Plagueis be?" George: "he could be a Muun, here's concept art."

Nothing more than that. Again: the Expanded Universe was other storyteller's interpretation of what Lucas had created.

Sometimes, it was spot on and it aligned with George's vision.

Other times, this additional lore was created by writers who didn't know what he was doing with the Prequels, so they were in the dark regarding certain plot points.

And then you have the authors who absolutely disagreed with George's vision of the Prequels, or of Star Wars, in general, but wanted to engage with the material nonetheless.

Which is why, whilst sometimes the EU fixed some plot-holes, sometimes the EU had inconsistencies.

Inconsistencies such as Ki-Adi Mundi being a Knight on the Council, who is married and has kids (when the Jedi being prohibited from marrying is a major plot point in the Prequels)...

… or the Jedi being essentially superhuman (when one of the narrative reasons Qui-Gon is killed is to show that the Jedi are mortals, not supermen)…

... or other stuff like Mace having a blue lightsaber for a period (because who the hell knew purple was an option?!) or some Jedi having red lightsabers, or Sith Lords being able to become ghosts after death, when that's a feat you can only achieve by being selfless.

It's also why you get conflicting definitions of what the Jedi call "attachment" or conflicting narratives trying to reframe midi-chlorians as a cold, intentionally-flawed way of seeing the Force (when they're meant to be a beautiful metaphor for symbiosis and how the Force works).

And it makes sense that some of this stuff wouldn't track, considering how Lucas stated multiple times that he didn't have anything to do with it, that it was a separate universe from his own...

Safe to say that if George had any involvement in the EU, it was so minimal that he, himself, didn't count it as "involvement".

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Later years of the EU...

After the Prequels were over and done with, Lucas created The Clone Wars with Dave Filoni. At first, he'd just suggest a few storylines, but he quickly got VERY involved in the whole process. Far more involved than he ever was with EU content.

And y'know... Dave Filoni is a massive Star Wars fan and an avid EU reader. So, from time to time, Filoni would bring up EU material for Lucas to consider during the story conferences, and they'd look at what was out there together.

But it's important to note that George's stance toward the EU didn't change and became a rule for everyone on the writing staff: the EU content was nothing more than a pool of "fun what-if ideas" that they could draw inspiration from.

If they could, they'd try to not mess with continuity... but if the story called for it, they could retcon anything without batting an eye. Because it wasn't canon to them.

It's why author Karen Traviss quit working with Lucasfilm after the Mandalorians were retconned into pacifists in The Clone Wars.

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The only things that were truly canon were:

George Lucas' own word.

The movies.

Previously established The Clone Wars lore.

And that's it.

Everything else was somebody's else's concern. Not George's.

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This way of seeing the EU continued all the way to the time shortly before George sold the company to Disney as his drafts for the Sequels featured:

no Jacen, Jaina or Anakin Solo (Han and Leia's kids from the EU),

a still-alive Chewbacca (who died, later in the EU),

no "New Jedi Order".

Every version of George's Sequels ignored the EU.

Which would explain why the EU reboot was planned in the summer of 2012 (when Lucas was in charge)!

I'll repeat: the EU reboot was planned months BEFORE George Lucas sold the company to Disney.

Because of course it was! It's a natural result of 30 years' worth of content that's so intermeshed that it would stop future artists - namely George himself - from creating anything else.

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Exceptions to the rule:

1. Comics (kinda)

He did read the comics. Or at least, he gave them a glance.

Aside from the fact that he grew up reading comics, understand that George Lucas is a visual artist, first and foremost.

That's what he's about and that's what he loves, that's what speaks to him. There's a reason his upcoming Museum of Narrative Art will feature comic panels and pages of all kind.

During pre-production on Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith, Lucas had the art team draw concept art before a script had ever been written so he'd have ideas for set-pieces.

Later on, J.W. Rinzler pitched him the idea of adapting his early drafts for Star Wars into comic form. Lucas' initial reaction was going "hell no". Rinzler had concept art made…

… and George took one look and was on board.

So it's not a stretch to assume that a book telling a story through beautiful drawings would catch his attention more than a novel.

Case in point: He knew who Quinlan Vos was and was enamored with the character. He knew Aayla enough to put her in Attack of the Clones after seeing a cover of Republic by John Forster featuring her (below, left).

(although, it's worth pointing out that he doesn't call her out by name a single time, in the director's commentary of the Attack of the Clones, she's just the "Twi'Lek Jedi" and her inclusion was done mainly to add more diversity to the Jedi fighting in the arena)

Over a decade later, when the comic Star Wars #7 came out in 2015, Lucasfilm acquired artist Simone Bianchi's original 20 pages and cover art for George, so he could feature it in his the Museum of Narrative Art:

So at the very least, he looked at the comics and admired the visuals.

Whether he actually read the comics in detail or just skimmed through most of them because he liked the pretty pictures (likelier, imo) is an entirely different matter.

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2. Video-Games (kinda)

Lucas would periodically check in on the status of LucasArts games, lending creative input and advice.

Sometimes, his advice ranged from "weird" to "he's gotta be fucking with us, right?"

Apparently, he advised the team developing Star Wars: The Force Unleashed that they dub Starkiller "Darth Insanius" or "Darth Icky".

And you know what? I have no trouble believing it.

Firstly because if you're going by the idea that he gave no fucks about the EU, then of course he'll come up with "meh" names. But also, this is the same guy who created "Winkie" in 2012/2013, the character who'd go on to be named "Rey".

He also told the team creating Star Wars: 1313 that he wanted a fresh face as the main character, then only weeks before the game was announced he went "let's make it Boba Fett".

Finally... the cancelled Darth Maul game by Red Fly.

Codenamed “Damage”, then “Battle of the Sith Lords”. Think Batman: Arkham City meets Star Wars.

Red Fly pitched it as a coming of age story where we see Maul be kidnapped, tortured, eventually joining the Dark Side, and ending in TPM. Then they had interactions with LucasArts and found out Maul survived his fight with Obi-Wan.

The game went through several iterations, partly because the people at Red Fly were kept in the dark about the developments in The Clone Wars (Season 4 wasn't out yet), and even when some tidbits came out and they knew characters like Savage Oppress and Death Watch would be included, they didn't get more details.

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Whatever. They do their best to make something from what they're told. Then they have a meeting with George. As this GameInformer article explains:

“A friendly George Lucas entered the room and was eager to hear the pitch from Red Fly’s creatives. “Before they could finish their spiel, Lucas cut them off, stood up, walked over to [two Sideshow Collectibles statues of Darth Maul and Darth Talon], rotated them to be facing the same direction, pushed them together, and said ‘They’re friends!’” adds the source. “He wanted these characters to be friends, and to play off of each other. […] The problem with the idea of Maul and Talon teaming up for a buddy cop-like experience was that they were separated by over 170 years […] When this vast time divide was brought up to Lucas’ attention, he brushed off the notion of it not working, and said that it could instead be a descendant of Darth Maul or a clone of him.”

So now the game is about a descendant of Maul, guided by his ancestor and fighting a redesigned Darth Krayt, etc?

The game was eventually cancelled when George sold the company.

Worth pointing out that this was circa 2010/2011... around the time that George started working on his Sequels, according to Jett Lucas. And we know that the treatment for the Sequels that Lucas presented to Bob Iger featured old man Maul and Darth Talon as the villains of the trilogy... take from that what you will.

3. The Prequel novelizations (kinda)

They were all given a copy of Lucas' screenplay.

While most of their work was with Sue Rostoni, Lucy Autrey Wilson, and Howard Roffman on the Lucasfilm team (like some of the other authors), Terry Brooks, R.A. Salvatore and Matthew Stover all spent a bit of time with George before writing their respective novels.

George told Terry Brooks to write some additional material for Anakin Skywalker because there wasn't enough of that in the movie. He was shown rushes from the set, they "opened the safe" for him. When Terry had further questions re: midi-chlorians and the history of the Sith, George goes on a 30-minute monologue about all that.

R.A. Salvatore had a 45-minute interview with him that turned into a 3-hour chat. He was able to go back to the Ranch a few times during the writing process, and one of those times George chatted with him and his wife during lunch. He was shown various cuts of the film and concept art.

Matthew Stover and George talked for a whole afternoon (I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume he was also shown the other stuff like some cuts/deleted scenes, concept art, etc etc).

Was there a line-edit of the ROTS novel from Lucas? Regarding the Revenge of the Sith novelization, some people bring up the idea that George Lucas did a line-edit on the book because Stover wrote this statement on theforce.net:

That said...

Stover, also stated that Lucas told him to write whatever he wanted as long as it was good,

he also said he didn't actually see Lucas type the edits,

an anonymous Del Rey editor stated on theforce.net that the notion that George edited the novel himself is "extremely incorrect".

There's enough "reasonable doubt" for the argument to be made that the Revenge of the Sith novelization was edited the same way as any other Star Wars novel, rather than by George himself.

The fact remains, though, that it was a novel written by someone who understood the source material, as it was explained to him in detail by George Lucas himself (a luxury many SW authors never got).

Lucas' backstory for the Sith in the TPM novel: If Pablo Hidalgo is to be believed, the backstory of the Sith, as detailed in the Phantom Menace novelization, came from Lucas.

(Obviously, I'd allow for the very likely possibility that there was some embellishment by Terry Brooks)

20 years later, however, it seems George decided to stick to the idea that there was no war between the Jedi and the Sith.

Final thought:

A lot of people will insist that George was involved in spite of all the above-posted evidence. Saying stuff like:

"But [X person] said that it was canon..."

Sometimes, they’ll link you to this whole website collecting quotes of other people saying "the EU was canon" (never George Lucas except for, like, one/two quotes where he acknowledges the existence of Sequel books which MUST mean he saw them as canon, right?) and...

On the one hand... of course they'll all vaguely say he's "involved" and tip-toe around the subject; it's technically true and, again, they're trying to make money. It's a business, folks.

On the other... yeah? Duh. Of course it was canon to Lucas Licensing and the authors who wrote for the EU. But it wasn't canon to George. And I just gave you a whole bunch of quotes directly from him and/or the same people quoted on that website, all confirming that he didn't see them as canon and he wasn't involved (or barely was).

Other times, we're straight-up approaching "burying head in the sand/lalalala I'm not listening!" levels of justifications.

Like, we just talked about the Sith's origins, right?

I remember a while ago, this Star Wars YouTuber was reviewing this quote from Lucas, in The Star Wars Archives: 1999-1995:

The YouTuber's reaction the second after reading the quote is saying:

"And of course, what George is referring to, here, is the Battle of Ruusan and the Brotherhood of Darkness using the Thought Bomb created by Lord Khan to kill the Jedi Lord Hoth and…"

My guy! You read a whole excerpt that started with "there was never a war between the Jedi and the Sith" and the words "Ruusan" or "Thought Bomb" never being mentioned once in the passage (or in the TPM novelization)... and concluded that George was referring to the Jedi/Sith Battle of Ruusan? And all that other EU stuff?

See what I mean, folks?

Now, look, I grew up with these stories (heck, I grew up with these stories in three different languages). So I get it. I know they're awesome.

And, yes, there is a difference between the kind of content we used to get and the content we're getting now (for one, lightsabers used to be lightsabers, in video-games, not baseball bats).

But if you're trying to prop up the EU, the facts show that the "George Lucas signed off on them" authority argument isn't a valid one. Because he clearly wasn't very interested or involved in it.

And why would you want to use this authority argument, anyway?

You shouldn't need to say "this came from Lucas" to like those stories. They don't need to be George Lucas Approved™ to matter and to be validated as "worthy of appreciation". They're valid on their own, they're great stories. And if you like them better than the Sequels, go to town. I know I do.

The only thing you can't do (with a straight face, at least) is hold them up as "the True Lucas-Approved Canon™ as opposed to the Disney Trash" in a rant, because you'd be wrong and/or lying. Neither had Lucas' hand in them in any meaningful way.

Finally... I was devastated when the EU was officially made non-canon, in 2014. And for a few years, I saw the new Star Wars continuity through this lens:

"Any EU content is still canon unless it's directly retconned...!"

Trust me, when I say that only pain lies that way. Because that's not how a lot of Star Wars creators, including the Flanelled One himself, see it. The way they saw/see it is:

"Unless it's been shown in a movie or TCW... it's a legend, it might have happened."

This line of thought seems to be increasingly applied to the new Disney canon too, by the way. "If it's not shown on a screen, then it's probably canon yet also up for grabs to be retconned."

And the sooner you accept that this is how it's being treated, the sooner you accept that the EU was never canon to Lucas or Filoni...

... the less painful it'll be when, I dunno, you watch The Acolyte and it's nothing like the Darth Plagueis novel or Plagueis himself is absent, or he's there, but as an Ithorian instead of a Muun.

(note how I didn't use the word "painless")

#Lucas Canon & EU Canon & Disney Canon are all different things.#the only downside to this notion is that you can't use Lucas' name in conjunction with the EU to win a debate or rant about LF.#or use Lucas' name to validate a headcanon that came from the EU #Aside from being glad he got to create a universe that inspired so many artists and creators to let their imagination go wild #he barely gave a crap about what other writers did in a parallel universe that he didn't even see as canon.#and that's FINE #collection of quotes #89 quotes I think #this may be the longest or second post I've written yet #meta #sw meta #expanded universe #george lucas #lucas quotes #dave filoni #youtube #star wars #star wars analysis #TCW #star wars comics #star wars novels #lucasfilm #EU #Legends #star wars legends #sw legends #supplementary material #long post

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The Cold War era was honestly the cause of so many hilarious things that sound fake but are 100% real. It’s one of the reasons the Cold war is my favorite history era. (I know a lot of horrible stuff happened in that time but let’s focus on the goofy stuff okay?)

Top funniest moments include:

1. Russia thought that they were building a top secret office in the center of the pentagon and pointed nukes directly at it but KGB spies confirmed it was actually a hot dog stand. 2. America was going to nuke the moon as a fuck you to Russia. But decided that might be a bad idea.

3. America had a plan to strap listening devices on cats and turn them lose in Moscow and try and get them to sit in windows and listen in on conversations but then after sinking 2 million into the plan someone was like. “but how do we get the cats to do that...” and they threw that idea out the window.

4. After a big ‘ol woopsie Russia ‘accidently’ ‘allegedly’ almost nuked the USA because someone read the screen wrong and said that the US had fired 5 nukes onto Russia and they were on the way. Luckily the guy in charge was like ‘nah, that ain’t them they wouldn’t do us like that.’ He basically diverted a nuclear war on a ‘gut feeling’. Because the computer systems said it was a go.

5. America built a bunch of rail ways that went nowhere and spent a ton of money on advertising for them basically saying how important that these railways were. They let the info slip to Russia incase they did nuke them they would nuke the useless railways. I can’t decide if that’s a 200 IQ plan or stupid. because Russia of course took the bait.

6. Russia at the same time had the exact same plan and built a couple fake cities in Russia and let some advertising slip about how cool and groovy(it was the 60′s) and also very important these cities were. America of course took the bait. EVEN THOUGH THEY HAD THE SAME PLAN!

7. Russia commissioned America to make fake maps and the only difference was that Russia was bigger on the map than usual. Wow amazing truly astounding.

8. The time America tried to train bears to fly planes... Because they thought it would be super sick and the Russians would be so jealous of the bear pilots. Didn’t work out.

9. Russia tried to use psychics yes you read right the were looking for someone with psychokinetic powers to train to divert missiles. Yes really, they were doing this. America got so jealous of this that they wanted their own super hero program and they also started looking for someone who could make objects float and also read minds they sunk about 20 mill into that one.

10. (don’t remember who) In the 50′s the current leader of Russia came to America for a meeting which was in California. He toured the Hollywood studios ad really really wanted to go to Disney Land like so fucking bad. The current president of the US was like ‘dude that is a horrible idea you are the leader of Russia you can’t just go to Disney. He flipped his shit he was so fucking mad. He was like ‘why can’t I go? Is there some secret launch base there? Is there something I can’t see? This is so stupid I want to go!’ he even threatened to unalive himself at one point. I don’t think they ever did let him go because they would of had to empty the entire park for him because it was a crazy security risk for him to even be on his GT of Cali in the first place. Apparently the CIA agents with him had a 70+ page book on how to keep him safe. Frank Sinatra was even there to try and keep him happy. though i don’t exactly remember how he got roped into being there.

That is just 10 things there is so much more. So much bonkers shit. I didn’t even get into things Germany and England did.

#hetalia #hws russia #hws america #alfred f. jones #ivan braginski #I'm tagging this as Hetalia because it is funny to think of in in a Hetalia scenario and also because I'm a hetalia blog

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alanshee-keeper-of-realms · 3 months

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What is your opinion of Walt Disney?

Okay I will warn you this will be a bit long

Walt Disney is an inspiration flat out no matter what you say he is an inspiration to me, I come from humble rural backgrounds just 3 hours away from me lays Chicago where the Disney Family built a house and was starting a life before Elias Disney Walt's father moved them to Mississippi

There's a reason Kansas City claims to be Home of the Mouse because that's where Walt did a lot of blue collar work, from working in ad companies to working in the newspapers while he taught himself how to draw and eventually yes how to animate

You know how he first made his projectors at home with one of those really old-fashioned cameras. I am talking 1920s camera a sheet and some technical know-how,

Laugh-o-gram Studios had just gone up and that's what caused them to move to California, they weren't known, they did not have a penny to their name, they were just some Mississippi Chicago boys with a wish and a dream,

And from a shed in the backyard of Walt and Roy's Aunt and Uncle, the Disney Company would be founded and to go from that shed to the absolute massive company we see now

That only happened due in part because of Walt and yes Roy I will always give Roy just as much credit as his brother because he's much like Oswald quite forgotten in this story

Walt was a man ahead of his time, the original Dreamer no matter who laughed jeered ect he kept pushing the boundaries of what people thought Animation could do,

That is not to say he was perfect ohhh no he was definitely human, he had problems sharing he was known for being unbelievably stubborn on certain things, extremely old fashioned in views (He was Lost Gen After all being born in 1901)

1941 he traumatized himself horribly by ostracizing his crew who wanted to form a union, it lead to Walt getting into an actual brawl out front of the Disney Studios with one of his inner circle as they called it, leading to that one leaving with several others it broke his trust badly, and even worse

It took his passion for Animation away from him

A majority of projects in the 40s, 50s and '60s up until his death weren't really headed by him, sure he was involved in certain aspects but a majority of the times it was somebody else in the Studio that was the main overseer of those movies.

It really is sad because Jungle Book which was released in 1967 gave him his passion for animation back he was actually enjoying himself and had a few projects in mind, just as the cancer unfortunately struck and took him not even 2 months later on Dec 15th 1966,

When people say Walt Disney had so much unfinished business, they aren't lying. He was an imperfect human who believed in Family, Wishes,Dreams and seeing the Wonder in everything,that everything had a possibility to be great,

Did you know Characters in the parks aren't supposed to let go in a hug until the child does because Walt said

When a child hugs you, you don't let go first. Let them let go when they're ready because you never know how much they may need that hug in their life.

He was not perfect. However, he was a prime example of not giving up despite adversity, caring for Families instead of the Profits, Lord knows he danced the edge with bankruptcy multiple times fun fact The Three Caballeros helped save the company in the 40s after Fantasias fantastic flop, the government paid Disney to produce that package film and thats what kept them from going completely under, also thank Disney for your Surround Sound because Fantasia is the first 1. There is a reason some do say Disney is the prime example of the American Dream realized.

Because that's all Walt Roy and Ub had when they walked into Hollywood in the 1920s and founded a company that would become known around the World eventually with a Mouse who's name would come to be known by almost every child.

#walt disney #roy disney #ub iwerks #walt disney company #opinion #alana answers

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silverstonesainz-archive · 1 year

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hello again

what would you say about doing a fluffy blurb with Daniel about exploring a new city together for the first time🤨🤨

your wish, is my command 😙🫡

exploring japan with daniel would go like:

you spent the better part of the last few weeks trying to learn enough japanese for you and daniel to survive your one week stint in the foreign country.

daniel on the other hand, the man didn't even pack until the night before.

well neither did you, but still you were a different level of prepared than daniel. that was the point.

but anyways, you stayed in a hotel in tokyo, a short subway ride from shibuya and all the other fun touristy sites that daniel insisted you visit.

disneyland: - how could you not go to disney? you'd been to their other three locations (california, florida, and paris), why not go to a fourth? - you both went on every ride you didn't recognize and bought so much food. - you even bought you and daniel matching disney ears. - and yes, you both stayed until the park closed.

sensoji temple: - the second stop. though super touristy, you both immediately fell in love with the multitude of cherry blossoms on the temple grounds. - daniel snagged a couple overpriced souvenirs, and even let the locals convince you to wash your hands at a fountain. it's good luck, they said. - "well, i'm gonna need all the luck i can get. c'mon babe" were daniel's famous last words before forcing you to rinse your hands in the frigid water.

tsukiji fish market: - daniel joseph ricciardo is the only man to convince you that the biggest fish market in the world is a must see tourist attraction. and you love the man so damn much OF COURSE you endured an hour of walking past different vendors and the smell of fresh and very raw sea animals. - the trip was well worth it, because then you both sat at a restaurant on the property and enjoyed some of the best sushi you had ever tasted. - "you enjoyed that, huh love?" "yeah yeah yeah, now lets go before the smell really gets to me."

shibuya: - what would be a vacation without taking a trip to the shopping center of tokyo? - daniel (bless his heart), followed you to all of seven stores you stepped into and carried six out of ten shopping bags you had acquired. he didn't understand why you shopped so much, even asking "where is this all gonna go? you only have two luggages." - which then encouraged you to buy an extra luggage. - it was bustling with people (as always) and by the end of your time there, your feet ached and daniel carried you on his back all the way to the subway, luggage filled with your new belongings in tow.

tokyo tower: - the last night of your trip, you gave into daniel's pleading and agreed to go to the tower. - you were so exhausted from the jam packed week, you wanted to skip out on the last thing on the itinerary. - but daniel's pout is enough to pull you out of bed and get ready to go. he's wearing a fun printed button up and black jeans, and you decide to go with a simple satin dress and sneakers. - you slept for most of the ride there, only waking when you were five minutes from the tower. - you weren't the biggest fan of heights, but you had to admit, the view was stunning. you even indulged daniel's request going the next floor up, enjoying the view from the highest point in the structure. - too enamored by the view (and taking photos for your own jpg account) you don't notice drop down to one knee, opened velvet box in his hand as he waits for you to turn around. - you only turn when you hear him clear his throat. you nearly drop your phone at the sight. your throat tightens, and tears begin to well up in his and your eyes. - "i love you more than words could ever say. all i know is that i want the white picket fence and the big backyard for kids. i want the mom car and the dogs. god i want you with it all. i want you until we're old and gray, until i'm pushing you in a wheelchair and you're complaining that i'm going too damn slow. i want you beyond that, into the next life and the ones after that. will you marry me?" - you fall to your knees, arms wrapped around him as you blubber out a "yes. god, yes!" - and so daniel slips the pretty diamond on your left ring finger. and there you were, on top of the world as the future mrs. ricciardo.

i went a little overboard but oh my god how could i NOT???

d's 2k celly

#d's 2k sleepover!#daniel ricciardo #dr3 hc

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riddles-n-games · 6 months

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Hawthorne Quails

So, this is part two of our poultry headcanon for the Hawthorne brothers. Shoutout to @hathorneheiress for doing part one with chickens.

Nash: Quails are the exception to his distaste for birds. He likes the classic Coturnix quails, enjoys their company and a good omelette made from their eggs. The ones he raises often trail him and they love his shiny cowboy boots, darting in and around his legs as he walks around throwing the seeds. One of his oldest hens that's still around after eight years is called Coxie and has a ripped wing from a nasty encounter with a hawk but she somehow managed to fight back. Nash found her in time to be saved and now she is more of an indoor quail. She loves him a lot.

Grayson: As with chickens, he loves the more fancy breeds and his favorite two are the King and Blue-Scale. As King Quails are also known as Button Quails, one of the first he owned was a female called Buttons that sadly passed after two years. He loved her the most but thankfully he still has chicks from her. However, for competition showing, he loves using Blue-Scale and Elegant Quails. The only issue is that he sometimes mixes the two species despite them looking quite different in coloring. One time he was giving a speech somewhere about the two and halfway through his speech did he realize he was talking about the wrong birds. The audience kind of looked bamboozled and even the quail he held looked offended. Jameson never lets him forget it. (He often is quoted as saying, "Only you, Gray, could offend a bird. Only you.")

Jameson: He likes Bobwhites and California Quails but prefers the California ones. They have really fun colors and he's always found their plumes funny as a kid. Plus, he loves their spunkiness; he always said that if he were to be a quail, he'd want to be this species. This boy literally runs an Instagram page for his quails and always gets them to wear funky hats or little collars. One Christmas, when he was eight, he got his quails footwarmers. A favorite pastime for him in the summer is taking a nap under a tree with his quails often liking to climb on top of him and having a nap with him. A year into their relationship, when Avery was feeling sad during the week of her mom's birthday, he set up a surprise with a quail coop in one part of the greenhouse and gave her a quail to cheer her up. It became a hobby for them to share and it gives them something to do when they want to relax.

Xander: He loves these birds. They entertain him and vice versa, he somehow manages to play chase with them and then they go after him. Of the Hawthorne brothers, he's the Disney princess that somehow manages to attract all the quails. They adore him. His brothers still don't understand this phenomenon but Jameson calls it the Xander effect, meanwhile, Xan himself likes to call it Xander's law of attraction or simply Xander's law, for the sake of giving it a scientific context. His law states that in the case of any animal becoming attached to him is not any fault of his own, it's only because he is the best Hawthorne so it is only reasonable that this happens. His favorite species of quail are Gambel's, Mountain, and Montezuma. In honor of Avery, as his BHHF, he named one of his Gambel's Gamble, another Gambit, and a third Queenie, after the queen's gambit.

#nash westbrook hawthorne #nash hawthorne #grayson davenport hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #jameson winchester hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #xander blackwood hawthorne #xander hawthorne #hawthorne brothers #hawthorne shenanigans #hawthorne headcanons #hawthorne pet headcanons #animal headcanons #the inheritance games animal headcanons #the inheritance games #tig

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 27- KCON 2014

Chapter Summary: BTS attend KCON for the first time. Jennie meets G-Dragon. Someone makes a surprise visit for Jennie

Words: 5,000+

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'Los Angeles, California'

Standing in front of their van, they applauded in front of the cameras, eager to what was to come for K-Con. Jennie wore jean shorts, Nikes and a Spongebob shirt. She also wore a black snapback over her head.

"Where do you guys want to go?" Suga asked. "I wore a Mickey Mouse hat because I want to go to Disneyland!"

"Go to Disney World, in Florida!" Jennie suggested. "We should all go, one day."

"We just changed, why don't we go to the beach?" Rapmon mentioned. "I didn't get first place last time nor go to the beach!" He whined.

"Breathe!" Jen shouted as she started shaking him, to calm him down.

"We need to go to the beach!" Jimin declared.

Raising his hand, J-Hope spoke, "Let's go shopping!"

"Yeah! Shopping!" Jin agreed

"What? Shopping? I'm in." Rapmon laughed

"Beach!" Jen said in a loud voice. "B.E.A.C.H!"

"I guess we are going to the beach since the majority of the members want to go to the beach."

Suga shrugged. "For the members who couldn't go last time." He placed a hand on Jimin's shoulder.

"I like the beach, too." Jungkook added

"Beaches in Los Angeles are very famous."

"We can go for Rap Monster and Jimin."

"Shopping is so tempting, too."

After bickering, they headed into the bus. Jennie laughed at J-Hope's excessive screaming along with V and Suga. The rest of the members just stare.

"They're out of their minds." Jin declared.

"I should have voted for shopping." Rapmon chuckled to himself.

Watching the guys bicker about the beaches in Busan, they turn to her and ask her about the beaches in America. "Depends on where you go. You'd have to see it in person." She answered. When they received a poster with their faces on it, Jen snickered at her photo as they started the ladder game. "Is my head really that big?"

'What is the ladder game?'

'After a member draws a random line to connect the columns, follow the path to see which team member will be placed in it.'

"These are old pic of us." Jungkook pointed out

"My hair looks a hot mess in this picture, ugh." Jen cringed at how her curls were all over the place.

"Aw! Ennie's hair!" V cooed.

"Please stop." She groaned.

"You look like you're going to kill someone." Jimin pointed to J-Hope, looking at his photo with the mask.

"These are our debut album pictures." Jin asserted.

"These are from more than a year ago," Suga added.

"Can we not look at these pictures again, please?" Rap Monster asked.

'What is the image game?'

'Point to the member that best fits the answer to the question. Who is the most popular member to fans?'

"Who's the most childish?" Suga read the card. "Three, two, one!"

Jennie pointed to Jin while the rest pointed at each other. "Why me? Why?" Jin looked around, over the loud shouts of his name.

"We all picked Jin!" Suga cheered.

"There is a reason for it." Jin tried to explain. "I'm 23 years old and our youngest member is 16 in America. I'm trying so hard to get along with you guys."

"Is that why you buy Mario toys?" Rapmon threw him under the bus.

"Even adults like Mario!"

"Many adults collect toys as a hobby." Suga bluntly agreed. "Next, which member is the trickster?"

"We don't even have to think about this one." V laughed as everyone pointed to Suga.

"I still feel like you're gonna draw on my face again." Jennie let out a sigh. Suga chuckled to himself, considering her words. "Don't get any big ideas!"

"No promises. Who's the best duo in BTS?" Suga read the card and everyone pointed to Jimin and V. "The 1995 duo."

"Please stop picking on each other!" Rapmon exclaimed while Jimin and V bickered back and forth saying what

"Who is the most beautiful member?"

Not thinking much of it, Jen pointed to Jin while the rest of the members pointed to her.

Jin pointed to himself but widened his eyes in surprise at the result. "Wha!? Not me? I'm the princess!" He sputtered.

"Miss Bangtan is the most beautiful. End of discussion!" Jimin shouted.

"I'm offended." Jin huffed

After playing, Suga won the game with three picks and he drew the lines on the board. Team A consisted of J-Hope, Rapmon, Suga and Jungkook. Team B currently consisted of V and Jimin. And once Suga put Jennie on Team B, Jimin and V started cheering enthusiastically.

Jungkook looked at the board, to see what the fuss was about and yelled, "NO!"

"YES~" V cheered.

"This can't be right!"

"IT IS~"

"AHAHAHAH! WE HAVE JENNIE! IN YOUR FACE!" Jimin shouted and held her hand, giving it a few kisses. "Thank you, Jennie. Thank you. We will win for sure!"

"You're welcome?" She let out a soft laugh.

"We're going to win~" V cheered, high fiving Jimin and Jin.

"I will be the leader of Team B." Jimin suggested.

Jungkook swiped her hat over her head and put it on his head instead, while she tried to get it back, failing every attempt. "We have the main vocal and the rappers." Rap Monster confidently spoke.

"They have the leftovers."

"UM! Who you calling a leftover? We're winning this, so that smile won't be on your face for long." Jennie called him out.

"We'll see, missy."

Arriving at the beach, they announced the three missions.

'Mission #1: Take a picture with someone holding a camera'

'Mission #2: Take a picture with someone holding a surfboard'

'Mission #3: Teach someone the Bangtan Chant'

"I'm so happy Ennie is on our team. We can easily communicate." V sighed out of relief.

"Oh yeah? Well, we have Rapmon!" Jungkook shouted in annoyance.

"Don't rely on me!" Rap Monster let out a whine.

'First team to successfully complete all three missions will be deemed the prize winning victor!'

Walking outside, Jennie looked around to find two teen boys with a surfboard. "Over there!" She pointed while her team ran past her to approach them

"Can I take a picture with you?" Jin asked in English.

"Hey! Can we take a picture with you?" Jennie added on, meeting up with them.

"Yeah, go for it." The boy shrugged while Jimin held the camera.

"Should we flex?" The second boy asked, trying to show off his muscles.

"One! Two! Three!" Jimin took the photo.

"Thank you!" Jin politely said in English.

They hug them and cheer before running off to the next mission. Rushing past Team A, Jennie decided to swipe her snapback off Jungkook's head, earning a loud "Yah!" in response as she ran off ahead.

Turning around, she stuck her tongue out and ran along with her team, ignoring his shouts.

"Can we do the chant first?" Jimin asked

"We might as well!" Jennie answered and approached a group of girls. "Hi, do you mind chanting with us?"

"Chanting?" One of the girls questioned.

"We need to say, 'Bangtan, Bangtan! And you have to say Bang Bangtan! Think you can do that for us?"

"And take picture," Jin added. "One, two! Bangtan, Bangtan, Bang Bangtan and picture, click!"

Jimin set up the camera. Team B shouted, "Bangtan Bangtan, Bang Bangtan!" With the group and snapped a photo.

"Thank you so much! Have a great day!" Jennie thanked them and ran with her team.

"Oh no, they're almost finished!" J-Hope looked on.

"One last mission!" Jennie exclaimed.

Her heart was racing, her team had to win this. She didn't want to lose.

"Let's go find a camera!" Jin dashed forward. "Where is the camera, man!? Camera, camera."

"Let's go closer to the water. I feel like it'd be easier if we got closer to the water." Jimin suggested.

"Alright, let's move." V walked along and the team walked into the street. "Sorry!"

"Sorry!" Jimin turns to the cars, looking apologetic.

"Screw it, I am not apologizing, the light is green. Just keep running," Jennie huffed out of breath. Near the beach, they continued their search. Hectically searching for someone with a camera until they approached a couple. "Excuse me! Hi! We're currently on a mission and we have to take a picture with someone holding a camera, do you mind if we take a picture with you?"

"Oh, sure." The lady obliged and Jimin quickly took the picture.

"Thank you so much! Have a good one!"

"RUN!" Jimin shouted as they started to dash back to the bus. Jennie sprinted ahead of them. "Run Jennie! Run like the wind! Run like it's the last time you're running! RUUNNNNNNNN~!"

"It's too hot to be running." She sprinted her way to the bus, in the heat. They stopped at a red light as Team A joined them. Gasping for air, she put her hands on her knees for a moment and stood back up. Glistening with sweat, thanks to the physical activity, Jen remained determined to win the challenge with her team.

"We have Jungkook!" Rap Monster happily said. "I have faith in you."

Glancing at Jungkook, she caught him competitively staring her down. He had a cocky smirk on his face as he prepared himself. "If I win, I want your smarties." He demanded.

"Hell no! Not on my watch! If I win, you're not getting any!"

"Make the best team win."

Once the light turned green, Jin held onto Jungkook while Jennie sprinted ahead with her team to get the first seats in the van.

"We won!" Jimin happily cheered. "We arrived first!"

Feeling accomplished, Jennie sighed out of relief and shouted, "AYEEEE!"

After everyone got back in the van, Rap Monster murmured in defeat, "Alright, we lost...I called you guys the leftovers but we lost."

Jimin spoke, "It's our destiny. How could you call us the leftovers? I was so upset that I had to win!"

"It was more like, who could run faster?" Suga added

"I know, I trusted Jungkook!" Rap Monster exclaimed

"Jin grabbed my arm!" Jungkook explained. "And I wanted Jennie's smarties!"

"Here, you goofball, I was planning on giving you some, anyway!" She laughed and handed him a few packs.

"I'm happy, now."

"What's the prize?" Suga asked as the producer checked out the photos from both teams. After showing off their photos, Jimin continuously asked for the prize.

For the prize, it was mini display surfboards.

"Awe yeeahhhh!" Jennie happily accepted the surfboard. Her surfboard was orange and black, showing off a tropical vibe.

"They're for display." Jungkook looked on

"I don't need it at all!" Rapmon brushed it aside.

"I think these could be a nice display in our recording room," Jin said

"Since you did your best, I will give these to everybody." The producer handed them more mini surfboards. Jimin held them hostage while the guys tried to snatch them from him.

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'KCON 2014 Downtown, LA'

When it was time for the High Touch, BTS walked out to piercing screams and cheers. Jennie matched her members' grey clothes with her hair out in curls.

The cheers were welcoming, yet deafening.

"AHHHHHHH!"

"JUNGKOOKIE! JUNGKOOK-AH! YOU'RE SO CUTE!"

"J-HOPE!"

"RAPMON!"

"JENNIE! OH MY GOD!"

Smiling and waving at the screaming crowd, Jen stood in between Suga and Jin as the eight members greeted the crowd on stage. She blew kisses at the fans and laughed at how their screaming got even louder.

After greeting the fans during the fan engagement, each of the members took the time to introduce themselves to the crowd. Once it was her turn to speak, she looked around at the eager smiles of the fans who were thrilled to see her and the rest of the members.

"Hey~" She waved before widening her eyes at the loud screams. "Oh wow! I wasn't prepared!" She let out a laugh.

"JENNIE, I LOVE YOU!" A fan shouted

"I love you, too! What's up, guys!? I'm so happy to be back, in America! I see you and the fan signs." She pointed to a few fans who made Jennie signs. "For those who don't know me, I'm Jennie! Your Bangtan Girl. I love y'all~ thank you so much for coming to see us!" She let out another laugh over their high pitched screams.

"YES GIRL!"

"JENNIE~"

When asked by the MC if they could choose any K-pop group who would it be and why, Rap Monster answered in English, "If we had a chance, of course, it would be Big Bang."

"Any particular reason?" The MC asked

"Of course, their music is crazy and their performances are crazy." He rambled on.

"Yes, and they're badass!" Jennie enthused.

G-Dragon is supposed to be performing at K-Con, maybe she could try to find him and introduce herself, if possible.

When asked about what was it like to debut, their experience, and what it's like up until now, Jennie genuinely answered after Rapmon. "Honestly, I still can't believe I'm here. Like I'm surrounded by all these amazing fans and a part of an amazing group. I'm grateful. I was so nervous when I first debuted. I get butterflies, just thinking about it. Coming from America to Korea was a big change and I honestly never imagined I would get this far, especially with these guys. Anything you set your mind to, just go for it. Anything can happen if you work hard. Thank you for the support!"

Once asked about their passions outside of performing and doing music, Jennie smiled at some of her member's broken English. When Jin handed her the mic, she answered, "I love playing the guitar, so I like to work on my guitar skills."

"I'm about to cry, she's so cool!" A fan said while filming on their phone.

"I also like to play golf. I have a guilty pleasure for it." Jennie shrugged with a smile.

"Ugh! She's so precious." Another fan said while filming.

For the final question, they are asked what games they like to play or things they like to do when bored, Rap Monster answered, "We play crazy music and dance around." He started dancing. "TURN UP!"

For the high touch session, standing in between V and Suga, Jennie kept a bright smile on her face as each of the fans walked across the stage, tagging each of their hands.

"Jennie~" A girl squealed in a high pitched voice as she tagged her hand. Jen let out a giggle at her fangirling. It was something she was still not used to.

"Your hands are so soft!" A guy, around her age exclaimed as soon as he tagged her hand.

"Thanks, cutie! Lotion does wonders." She quipped with a soft chuckle.

"OMG! You are my bias!" Another girl told her, shaking her hand.

"R-really? Wow. I'm pleasantly surprised. Usually, it's the guys."

"You're more popular here in America than you think. I love everything about you! Please don't stop doing what you're doing. You're my inspiration to become an American K-Pop idol."

"Thank you. No matter what, never give up. Continue to practice and work hard. It may be tiring, it may feel like your dream is far away, but it may be closer than you think. Believe in yourself. You got this. I'm looking forward to seeing you as a trainee and debuting as a soloist or in a K-Pop group in the future, missy." She gave her hands a gentle squeeze as the girl choked out a thank you because of the tears in her eyes.

Once the next female fan approached her to tag her hand, she said without nervousness in her voice, "Hi Jennie! I love your smile!"

"Hi! I love your smile, too, cutie!"

"Jennie, will you please marry me?" Another asked her as he held her hands. He too, looked around her age. "You slay my life. I have the biggest friggin' crush on you. You are seriously just too beautiful."

His eagerness and admiration in his eyes touched her. "Ight. When and where?" She teased. He freaked out in response, getting flustered before he moved on to the next member.

"I love you, Jennie!" A fan said as she passed by her.

"Love you, too!" Jen responded.

After the high touch, Jennie sat next to V and Suga at the table while groups of fans came by for their autographs.

When a teen girl approached her, she started to tear up as she held back the tears. Jennie's expression softened when she looked up at her. "Aw! Smile! Don't cry!" She held her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You're real right?" She asked in a shaky voice. "I'm not dreaming?"

"Nope, in the flesh is the Bangtan Girl." She smiled sweetly and signed her autograph.

"Jennie! When are you dying your hair like the other guys? Your hair is the same color for the past few comebacks." Another fan questioned curiously.

"When you least expect it." She winked.

Big Hit told her they wanted to leave her hair alone until a future comeback. She was looking forward to the day she would get her hair dyed but also nervous because her hair had never been touched.

"How do you deal with the hate?" A male fan asked as she signed his autograph.

"Honestly, not everyone is going to like me. I understand that. Some crazy fangirls are still angry about having a girl in BTS, claiming they want to kill me and such a such, but Rap Monster helped me to ignore the hate. He told me, 'Ignore the bullshit and not waste my time on the haters'."

"Smart man." The guy nodded. "I agree, don't even worry about the haters. Keep doing what you're doing. I enjoy having a girl in BTS. It brings a nice mix. Been a while since we've seen a coed K-Pop group. Don't worry, your USA fans have your back."

"Thanks, man!" She fist bumped him.

"Jennie, are you ever going to show your abs like the rest of the guys? You never lift your shirt in the bulletproof dance. You remind me of DO from EXO because he hasn't shown his abs yet, either." Another fan commented.

"Hahah, my abs are a work in progress. You'll see them when I'm ready."

"Can't wait! I bet it'll be when we least expect it. You're going to kill us, aren't you?"

"Maybe~."

Once the next fan approached her, she happily greeted them. "I always wanted to meet you and ask you advice on something." The guy mentioned as she looked up at him.

"What do you want advice on?"

"I want to become a rapper for a K-Pop group. But people always keep telling me it's impossible. But then I saw you...and you gave me hope that I can do it. That it is possible to be an American in a K-Pop group. How can I keep the doubts away?"

"With the people saying it's impossible, don't let that discourage you. Don't allow people to tell you that you can't do this or that. If you want to become an American rapper in a K-Pop group, go to all the auditions they have, continue working on your skills and never give up. Prove them wrong. Prove that it isn't impossible. It isn't impossible. You can do it,"

"Thank you...I really can't wait to see your growth in BTS. Been a fan since Amity."

Widening her eyes, she started to grin. "R-really?"

"Yeah, been there since day one. You're cuter than I remembered. I believe leaving the group was your best decision. You're so happy, with BTS. I've noticed."

"Smart fan, that's for sure."

"Uh huh. Can't wait to see you do big things with BTS."

"Thank you. I will never forget my fans since I started performing. If it wasn't for fans like you, I wouldn't be where I am, with all the support. So, I thank you."

"Thank you for sharing your talent with us." He smiled and moved on to the next member. Next fan snuck in a camera to record her. "Jennie, I know I'm not supposed to film but can you say hi Tateana, to my friend?"

"Yeah, sure." She looked at the hidden camera and waved. "Hey, Tateana! Wish you could be here! Thank you for supporting BTS! I hope you're having a great day! Love you, girl!"

"You're the best! Thank you!"

"Jennie! I snuck in to give you smarties!" Another fan handed it to her and her eyes lit up.

"Aw, nice! You are friggin the best! I was craving Smarties, you the MVP! Jungkook ate the rest of my smarties without telling me."

As the last group approached them during the autograph session, Jennie had her head down when she heard someone say, "Hello JW."

"Hi, what's your..." She trailed off as soon as she lifted up her head. Her stomach dropped while the guys watched her with knowing smiles and the fans were questioning her expression change.

"Hah! She's shooked!"

"Deadass...Wow, her reaction was better than expected."

"Is this how you're going to greet us?"

"She's still shooked."

Jen's throat tightened up as hot tears filled up her eyes, covering her mouth as she stood up. There in front of her were her two sisters.

"Surprise, bitch!" Vienna laughed. "Wow! You should've seen the look on your face! Hahaha!"

Out of nowhere, Jennie jumped over the table to attack them with a big hug, earning cheered and awes from the crowd.

"What are you two doing here!?" She shouted in a brittle voice.

"Nice to see you too!" Alani laughed.

"What do you mean what are we doing here? We came to see you, goofball!" Vienna exclaimed.

"Mom and Dad send their love. They weren't able to come with us, but they're hoping to see you soon."

Letting go of them, Jen couldn't stop smiling. Even if their reunion was brief, just the fact that she could see her sisters was more than enough to boost her mood.

"We know you're busy but we wanted to visit you. Gosh, look at you. So pretty. You're glowing." Alani sighed.

"Working hard on the new album?" Vienna crossed her arms.

"Definitely." Jennie nodded.

"How's your guitar? Not slacking, are you?"

"No slacking."

"Good. All right, we gotta go! But we'll see you when you go backstage! Thank Rap Monster for allowing us to come backstage with you!"

Surprised, Jen turned her head to Namjoon, who smiled and waved at her. "You did this?" She questioned while he grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "Thank you for this."

"Anytime, JW."

After the autograph session, Jennie's sisters were allowed to go backstage with her when they had their break.

"So, what's the guy's name that you've been hanging 'round with a lot?" Vienna asked.

"I hang out with all seven of them. Be specific." Jen declared

"His name is Cook. I think his name is cookie? With a C?"

"K. Kookie. That's one of his nicknames. His name is Jungkook."

"Joon kook?"

"Jung. Kook."

"Jung-kook. Ah. Okay. I'll call him Kookie for now. He's cute! I love his smile! You two dating? When are you going to start dating? Do any of the members like you?"

"Oh, my God..." Jennie groaned, facepalming.

"I'm serious, I dunno what goes down in Korea, but they're all good looking, so you never know. Do you like any of them?"

"I have a brother and sister bond, with them!"

"Uh huh. Wait until you get older and the baby fat goes away. You probably won't think one of them is just a friend to you. Okay, so here's what you gotta do. You have condoms, right? I mean, I got some if you want-"

"VIENNA!"

"What? I'm trying to set a good example! Safe sex is better! Make sure you have condoms. And it may hurt the first time so-"

"Oh, my God, PLEASE, stop! I'm not dating, anyone! We're all busy trying to promote music, what are we going to do in a relationship? It won't work."

"IF you weren't dating someone in the group, maybe? You never know who may be looking your way! Just choose your boyfriend wisely. Make sure he's cute, treats you right, makes you laugh, all that good stuff."

"Vienna, I got it. I'm not dating, anytime soon."

"Hit me up when you start getting in your feelings. Been there, done that. Wait...what's this?" She grabbed her hand and checked out her friendship ring.

"It's a friendship ring."

"Who gave this to you? It looks nice. Oh! Kookie gave this to you? FUTURE ENGAGEMENT!"

"STOP! It's not like that!"

"I gotta tell Alani. Better yet, let me ask Kookie himself!"

"NO!" Jen shouted in horror, running after Vienna. She managed to jump on her back, halting her steps.

People laughed at their banter while Alani sighed when she watched the two bicker.

"Oh, my GOD! Stop harassing her! Leave Jennie alone!" Alani shouted in annoyance. "Am I the only mature one, around here?"

After catching up with her sisters, they left to attend the rest of the convention, saying their heartfelt goodbyes. It sucked she would have to leave them, again, but it was nice to see family, back at home.

Walking backstage after eating, Jen's stomach dropped when she saw G-Dragon nearby, sitting on a chair, on his phone. How in the world just luck manage to have him right there in front of her? Her mom always told her, to just walk up to people and introduce yourself and see how everything goes.

With butterflies in her stomach, she decided to approach him.

'He's just a guy. An epic guy, might I add. But just say hi. Say hi and run away.' She thought as she made her way to him. "Excuse me." Her voice sounded more timid than usual.

Looking up from his phone, G-Dragon immediately smiled softly, causing her face to warm up.

"Hi! My name is Jennie. From BTS. It's so nice to finally meet you, G-Dragon." She bowed politely.

She felt like she was about to embarrass herself as she tried to keep herself together. But the way he stared at her, so intently, was intimidating. He stood up and bowed as well.

"Hi!" He intertwined his hands with hers and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Jennie. I've heard a lot about you."

'He's holding my hands-he's holding my hands! Act natural!' She freaked out in her head.

"Re-really? I hope it's all positive. Gosh, I'm trying not to pass out. You're so amazing."

"Thank you, I think you're amazing, too. First time at K-Con? What do you think?"

"I love it! They need to continue this. I believe K-Con will get bigger, every year. I hope we can come back again next year or in the near future. I'm looking forward to your performance. I know it's gonna be lit."

"Are you adjusting to the industry, well? It's not every day we see a girl like you in a K-Pop group. Your Korean is very good."

'Look at me, having a conversation with G-Dragon and he's complimenting me on my Korean. Don't let me wake up from this dream, yet!' She thought.

"I'm well-adjusted now, thanks for asking. The members helped me with everything. I'm enjoying this opportunity."

G-Dragon continued to stare down at her with a smile. "BTS, right?"

"Yep. We're working on our new album, it'll be coming out soon. Um, do you mind if we take a picture? The guys aren't going to believe me when I tell them, I met you."

Letting out a laugh, he nodded and gestured for her to take out her phone. Taking out her phone, and opening the camera app, he put his arm around her shoulders and flashed a grin for the camera while she smiled for the selfie.

Then she decided to take a video. "We're here at KCON LA! And explain to me why I'm with THE G-Dragon, right now? I'm screaming internally!"

"What up!?" He threw up a peace sign. "Shout out to BTS! Shout out to Miss Bangtan! Good luck with your upcoming album!"

After posting the video and selfie on the BTS Twitter, tweeting, 'LIFE IS COMPLETE! G-DRAGON! #Jen'

He was very kind and patient with her as she asked him questions about his experiences so far as a K-Pop Idol and being with Big Bang.

"Some advice I can give to you is to know what you're good at. Keep improving your skills. Challenge yourself. Your dream was to be a part of a K-Pop group? Now dream even bigger. And try not to put a lot of pressure on yourself, or wear yourself out. Take it one day at a time." He advised, while she listened intently, nodding at his words of wisdom.

"I'll work hard."

"Good. I'll be watching you. Do you have an Instagram?"

"I deleted it. I was going to make a new one, soon."

"Okay, when you make a new one, follow me. I'm interested in your growth, here. I gotta get ready, but remember what I said. I'm looking forward to running into you, again. Maybe at the MAMA Awards." He smiled brightly and walked away.

Exhaling as she watched him leave, she ended up smiling and clapped her hands in excitement. She'll never forget the day she had a conversation with G-Dragon.

Back to where the guys were, Jennie walked in and was immediately shaken by Jimin, who shouted "HOW!?" in her face.

"How what!?" She shouted back.

"HOW WHAT!? How'd you meet G-Dragon!?"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Hobi's loud screams were heard as she was bombarded with questions by the rest.

"One at a time! Jeesh!" Jen calmed everyone down. "All I did was approach him and say hi. I didn't think it would be so hard despite my nervousness. He had to leave to perform but I managed to get a picture and video. He's very kind by the way. Even cuter up close."

After the fuss, Jennie watched on at the guys goofing off, pretending to make a commercial. J-Hope blew the hairdryer at Jennie's hair and she flipped her hair, pretending to look sexy for the camera as she gazed at it.

"Ah! That's too sexy!" Jin pushed her aside. "This is a family program!"

"Hey!" She shouted.

"You look like a horse," Suga told J-Hope when his face was all up in the camera.

"You look like a turtle." He replied.

Later, Jungkook started making a beat to prepare Jimin and V to have a freestyle rap battle.

Standing in between Suga and J-Hope, she rocked back and forth with everyone, shouting, "Aye! Aye! Aye!"

Starting first, Jimin rapped, "Oh no! You tucked your shirt in! That means I'm going to beat you hard! I'm going to punch you hard! And then you'll roll on the floor. And then you'll die!"

"WHA?!" Jennie shouted over the erupted laughs of the members. "V is precious to us all, let's not kill him!"

"Dude, he said he'll kill you. Come on." Rapmon beckoned V.

After V swallowed his food, he said, "Yo!"

"If you keep repeating, 'yo', I'll punch your face!" Jimin added.

"Oh, man!" Suga shouted.

"You gotta come back from that, V! Spit something!" Jennie encouraged

"Yo! I'm chewing on kimbap! Oh, I want to chew your face, too!" V rapped, cupping Jimin's face.

"PFF!" Jen's loud laugh was heard as she held onto Rapmon. "I can't!"

"I want to swallow it, but I can't because of your face!" He started dancing

"What is going on!?"

"What the heck is he saying?" Jimin asked with a laugh.

"Yo! I just ate my lunch but I can't digest it." V went on

"He's not even rapping. Don't beatbox for him."

"Yo, Jay-Z! Yo, Kanye West! Yo, Jimin! So much height difference."

"You have to rhyme." Jimin laughed. "You're just dissing me!"

"It's a different style of rap." V explained. "Yo, I was eating but none of you are funny. I was observing,"

"You're done." J-Hope hit him with the card while Rapmon pushed him back.

Jin was requested to go next. "You can say whatever you want." Rap Monster explained.

"Yo, Jimin! I was listening to your rap all these years! Why don't you throw it away? Your rap is so corrupted. I rap just like...Jay-Z!" Jin rapped while giggling.

As Jen dropped her jaw at his words, Suga shouted out of nowhere, coming in between the two, "Oh my God! OH SHIT! OH MY GOD! It's all over! He raps like Jay-Z! OH MY GOD!"

Squinting his eyes shut, Rap Monster shouted, "WE CAN'T AIR THIS!"

As she continued to laugh out loud, Jen managed to shout, "WAIT! WAIT! That did NOT just happen!"

Meanwhile, Suga continued his freak out, "He's like Jay-Z! Period! Oh man, he's like Jay-Z!"

"I think Jin is out of his mind." J-Hope giggled.

Turning to the camera, Jin said, "I sincerely apologize to all the fans of Jay-Z and hip hop. I just did it to entertain you guys."

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The next day was the time of the performance. They were waiting backstage. The loud cheers of the fans were deafening as Jennie had butterflies in her stomach. When the eight of them rose on stage, she looked around in awe, with the fans holding onto their light sticks and other items. After performing No More Dream and Boy In Luv, the eight members make their way to introduce themselves to the crowd.

"WOO HOO!" Jennie shouted on the mic, to louder cheers. "Heh, heh, can you guys get even louder!?"

As the cheers went up a volume, Jen nodded in approval, shooting up a thumbs up.

"All right! All right!" Rap Monster shouted. Standing at the end with V, Jen continued to listen to Rap Monster speak to the crowd. "It's great to be able to perform here in LA, right? So honored. For those of you who don't know us, we're BTS, we debuted last year. For those of you who don't know us, we would like to introduce ourselves. Let's start with J-Hope."

"Woo! Good to see you! I'm your hope! J-HOOPPPEEE! WOO!"

Jimin breathed on the mic and smiled. "WHAT'S UP LAAAAAAAAA! WOO! I'm Jimin, yeah~"

"Errbody I'm Rap Monster, leader of BTS, TURN UP!"

"It's an honor to be here in LA. I'm Jungkook!" He waved.

"Hi everyone! My name is Jin!"

"WHAT'S UP LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!? I'm Suga thank you for coming!"

V looked around at the crowd, earning more screams. "HOW ARE YOU!? AH! ME TOO! V!" He cutely waved.

With a hand on her hip, Jennie eagerly looked around as the crowd cheered louder. "Aye yo! Aye yo! Make some noise for your bulletproof girl scout!" She shouted, throwing the mic up in the air, to listen to the loud cheers. "My name is Jennie! I'm so happy to be here, today! Thank you, LA, for having us! I hope you're enjoying the show so far!"

After Rap Monster recapped their journey of American Hustle Life, they go to their next song, Bulletproof.

When it was Jen's turn to sing, she got in the front of them, singing her verse.

Badda bing badda boom!

Jennie's here

I have no fear...so don't try to stop me

Hah!

Tellin' me your doubts...won't change my mind

You want me to party? I don't have time.

I've been busy workin'

I've been busy dancin'

I'm never prancin'

"Just enhancing!" She sang, hearing the crowd sing with her as she smiled proudly

I will preserve and you can't stop my flow

I'm in my own lane, I'm here to attain

"I got people asking, who's the girl?" She pointed her mic to the crowd as they loudly sang, "The one with the curls! Representing the girls!"

Impressed at their passion for singing along with her, she continued to sing, "I'm the one with the swag and I don't mean to brag but I broke oppositions to get where I am today!"

'Last Day In LA'

Arriving at the airport, the eight members made their way inside the airport. With the camera following them, Jennie turned to the camera and says, "I'm bummed we have to leave. I'm happy I could see my sisters. K-Con was lit! I hope to come back soon!"

"I'm so sad!" Jimin whined.

"It was such a bittersweet experience," J-Hope commented.

"Hi, Jennie!" Fans greeted as she waved at the fans. "Bye V! Bye Jennie! Bye, Jimin!"

Getting on the airplane, Jennie sat by the window with J-Hope in the middle and Rap Monster next to him. J-Hope had his camera on and said in English, "Hello, everyone! I'm J-Hope. Right now, Bangtan is headed back to Korea. We just came to LA. I'm thinking about attempting to converse in all English, starting now."

Turning to Rap Monster, J-Hope greeted him. "Hey, Rap Monster!"

"Hi!" He greeted in English

"How are you?"

J-Hope was confused at what his response was and let out a laugh, shifting the camera to Jennie. "Yeah, Jennie, how are you?"

Looking up from her phone, she put up the peace sign to the camera. "Just chilling, how are you?"

"Good! Good! Rap Monster English very hard. Bear with me. Hey! Jimin! Now English time. Be quiet. How are you?"

"Uh, so good." Jimin answered

"You look so happy. Why happy?" He asked while Jimin tried to figure out what to say. He let out a sigh. "M-my heart is, oh my God."

"We are in America," Jimin said

"Los Angeles."

"LA! LA, man!" Jimin made the LA hand sign, making Jennie giggle at his goofiness. Somehow, he spit out some of his saliva and J-Hope called it dirty water. "Handsome guy, man!"

J-Hope turned the camera back to himself. "Oh, Jimin is very no fun."

"Indeed." Jennie played along. "Such a party pooper."

"Jimin?" Rap Monster asked

"Yeah?"

"You got no jams."

#bts #the bangtan gal #bangtan boys #bts 8th member #bts additional member #bts added member #jungkook x oc

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"I got us matching shirts!" for PeterPatterLina because they would

When the three of them decided to go on their first official vacation as a throuple, Julie asked the boys where they wanted to go.

"I don't want to have to get a passport, so can we stay stateside?' Luke asked.

"You know we have a tour coming up right? Where we are going to Canada?" Julie reminded him.

"I have dual citizenship," Luke replied smugly. "I'll worry about it when we have to go to Europe. Or Puerto Rico to meet your extended family."

"That's fair," Julie said with a shrug. "Where do you wanna go Reggie?"

"I-I've never really been on a vacation," Reggie said meekly. "We always just went back to MeeMaw's ranch when I was growing up, we didn't have the money for more."

Luke and Julie pulled him into an embrace at that, holding him tight. They were well aware of Reggie's family circumstances; the poverty, the fighting, the abuse. How he got emancipated to make it all stop and came to live with Tia Victoria to keep a roof over his head until the three of them got together and had a home of their own.

Thus they made it their mission to remind him every day how loved and valued he was.

"Well where is somewhere you always wanted to go as a kid?" Luke finally asked.

"Or someplace you want to go now," Julie continued. "You pick, and we see if it something that works for all three of us."

"Disney?" Reggie finally suggested. "Florida or California, I'm not picky."

"Or we're definitely going to Florida," Luke said. "We can go to Disneyland any day, bu Disney World is where it's at. We went when I was really small, but now they have all the new worlds and tie in franchises."

"I've never been to Disney World," Julie replied. "So I'd love the first time I visit to be with you two."

Reggie beamed. "Alrighty then, Florida here we come!"

It took a few weeks to arrange everything, but less than a month later, they were in Orlando, up early to head out to the Magic Kingdom. Julie was nursing her coffee as Luke towelled his hair dry and Reggie munched on an apple. "Oh, I have something for you two," he said, digging into his suitcase. He pulled out shirts, tossing them each one, and unveiling them. "I got us matching shirts!"

The shirts had an image of Cinderella's castle, with Disney World and the year written underneath. Julie's was in a metallic purple, Luke's was a dark blue, and Reggie's a bright red.

"These are sick!" luke exclaimed. "I promise I won't cut the arms off of it."

"I made a cut off version too for when we hit Epcot," Reggie beamed. "And tanks for me and Julie."

"That's so sweet cariño," Julie said, pecking his cheek. "That's so thoughtful. Let's get them on, and get to the park, I wanna get ears and Fast Passes for a bunch of rides."

"I want a Mickey pretzel," Luke said. "And a Dole whip."

"We just had breakfast!" Julie argued.

Luke shrugged. "I think food rules don't apply here. Plus I'll share."

"You'd better," Julie muttered. "Reggie, anything in particular you want to do?"

"Ummm Star Wars area of course," Reggie replied. "And I want to meet as many face characters as I can. But I really want to go on the Jungle Cruise ride-because I want to see if the puns are really as bad as they say."

Julie rolled her eyes fondly. "Of course you do. Alright then boys, suit up!"

They all put on the shirts-which were super soft, comfortable, and breathable, and set off. By the end of the day they were tired, hot, and worn out. But they had a on of food in their tummies, a bunch of photos of their day, and most importantly of all-a lifetime of memories.

Plus a vow to come back every year they could, just to experience the magic all over again. Plus it gave Reggie the chance to give their kids the vacation he always wanted.

Complete with matching family shirts.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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El Lugar más Feliz de la Tierra: Chapter four

To all that come to this happy place, welcome. Disneyland is your land. Here age relives fond memories of the past, and here youth may savor the challenge and promise of the future. - Walt Disney

Luna had never heard these words before, nor had she heard of the man who had said them... well until she and Mateo end up having a movie night and Luna comes up with an idea. If there is really a place that can be called "the happiest place on the earth" she wants to see it for herself. So she and all her friends leave on an adventure ... an adventure over to a place where you can leave today and enter the world of the past, future, adventure, and fantasy.

The song of the chapter V ¤

Life is a Highway

“I can’t fully believe it. Everyone was awake today, on time no less.” Ambar exclaimed as everyone walked through the gates of the Disney California Adventure at 8:00 Am.

“Well, why on earth would we want to sleep in when there is fun to be had,” Pedro remarked and Delfi struck him on the ribs. He looked like he would still need to rub some of the sleep out of his eyes.

“Yeah, why would you wanna sleep when this is so fun!” Luna didn’t appear to register Pedro’s sarcastic tone as she was skipping ahead. Matteo was holding her hand quite firmly so she wouldn’t run off again.

It was their second day at the parks.

Gastón had to admit that Matteo holding Luna back from her full zoomies potential, was quite of a comical sight, but neither of them seemed to mind. He wrapped his arm around Nina as they formed a semicircle with the others as the last person, Jazmin with her tripod and camera, to come through the gates.

“So, what are we doing first?!” Luna was jumping up and down again. “I think the first ride needs to be something we do together.”

“I absolute agree,” Matteo started speaking and then exchanged a glance with Gastón.

As soon as the trip had become a reality, Matteo and Gastón had been hatching a plan.

“I second that,” Gastón continued, “Matteo and I have an idea…”

“What kind of idea?” Ambar furrowed her brow at them, “Do we want to know?”

“You absolutely will,” Matteo smirked, “Follow us.”

They started walking alongside the Buena Vista Street and then turned left toward the Hollywood land and walked again until a tall, steam punk inspired, building loomed over them.

“Uuuuu, what is it?” Luna had already tilted her head.

This had been the plan. Matteo had apparently noticed quite early on in Ambar and Luna’s planning process that they only had focused on the Disneyland side in the majority of their research. So, they didn’t have that much knowledge on DCA, which had given them an amazing opportunity. Matteo and Gastón, the ones who actually had been to a Disney Park before, couldn’t let it pass up. They had to see if they were able to get everyone on a ride, without them knowing what was actually going to happen.

Their planning had been extremely secretive, to the point that Gastón actually had been able to keep it from Nina, and that was hard—Even before becoming his wife, she had always been able to read him like an open book.

Their disappointment had been beyond any imagination when they had found out that the Tower of Terror didn’t in fact exist anymore… Such a tragedy truly, but their plan could work with its replacement as well. As long as it fell.

“Let us present to you, Guardians of The Galaxy—Mission: Breakout.”

“This is the ride you want us to go all on?” Ambar was eyeing Matteo suspiciously, “Why the secrecy? What kind of ride is this? I didn’t have time to look all of this up.”

“A dark ride of a certain sort,” Gastón responded and smirked toward Matteo’s direction. “It’s a Marvel ride. Most of you are probably not going to be familiar.”

“Well, let’s go in then,” Luna didn’t seem to find anything to question, as she was the first to enter the queue.

“Gastón?” Nina asked as they entered the inside part of the queue. It was beautifully themed, having all kinds of vaults from the Collector’s collection.

“Yeah,” Gastón who had been looking at one of the animatronics, turned toward Nina. “There must be so many easter eggs here, have you spotted any…?” Nina had a very questioning look on her face, “What is it?”

“You and Matteo were looking at each other a little too much,” Nina crossed her arms, “What are you planning?”

“Just a small surprise,” He should have known that he couldn't get anything past her. She was his wife and knew him way to well. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“So, this isn’t just a dark ride?” Nina continued with a low voice that only he could hear, “I knew the way you said it sounded funny… This is a tower… It’s going to fall, isn’t it?”

“Pretty much.”

“Free fall?”

“Actually faster.”

“Fabulous.” There was a sliver of fear in Nina’s voice as she wrapped her hand around Gastón’s arm.

“You okay?” Nina had never been fond of anything going fast speeds, but she had been a pretty good sport this far during the trip. That being said, Gastón's protective instinct kicked in right away. “We don’t need to do this.”

“Yes, we do, this won’t be scary after all, or have lightning in it,” Nina looked at him, “I don’t want to opt out of everything that seems a tad bit imitating. I’m just going to squeeze the circulation off your arm.”

“You have my full permission to do so,” Gastón answered, amused that she felt the need to inform him of that. He already knew it and would never mind.

“I was not going to ask for permission,” His amusement seemed to start catching on to Nina as well, “Although, I’m not scoring many in-law points with your parents if you’ll need to get a limp amputated.”

“Well take that risk,” Gastón laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling Nina closer. She was being so adorable right now, and he couldn’t resist.

He kissed her on the temple before leaning down and whispering something to her ear. Her gaze shot up at once like how he could have possibly dared to say something so scandalous to her in public… Well, it wasn’t that far from the truth. But the look in her eyes actually was telling him, how much she was not opposed to what he had just said. They could get out of the dinner with everyone else and just eat in their room—

“I know... carefully scrutinized, each and every piece that comes to me from different parts of the galaxy, da-da, da-da, let's mute this guy! Hearing your incessant blathering on a constant loop was a big motivation for me to escape. I go… OUCH!”

They had entered the preshow room and the animatronic of the Rocket Raccoon appeared from the shelf on the wall.

After the preshow, they made their way to the elevator. Their group was so big that they got a one-ride vehicle all to themselves. They went inside and sat down and fastened their seatbelt and the elevator’s doors started to close and more narration could be heard.

“My dear friends, this is the moment you have been waiting for…”

“Yeah, when Rocket unplugs you, AND STARTS THINGS ROCKIN!!! Now show me those hands, people! You've got clearance, let's roll! Okay! Woah!”

Suddenly the elevator started accelerating upwards. Nina’s hold on Gastón's arm tightened and he could hear almost everyone screaming in surprise.

“I thought this was going to be a dark ride!?!?!”

“Well, it is in the dark.”

“Dark rides are slow!!!”

“That’s not a rule or a fact.”

“I almost dropped my camera!”

***

“So, what is this?” Delfi questioned as she, Pedro, Matteo and Luna were following Nina, Gastón, Simon, and Ambar across the Pixar Pier.

“Just follow us,” Simon stated. Ambar rolled her eyes. She knew what was going on. Gastón had come up with the idea and roped Simon into it with him. Simon had been so excited that he had told Ambar right away, and surely Nina knew as well.

Ambar had to admit that she also was looking forward to the outcome of this experiment that their lovely betrothed couples were about to go through.

“So this right behind is the Pixar Pal Around,” They had stopped in front of a huge Ferris wheel that had Mickey Mouse’s face on it, “You four have all made a promise that you are gonna commit to each other for the rest of your life…But the wedding days are not here yet, are they?”

“So, we’re going to lock four of you into one of those cages,” Simon took over the explanation from Gastón. Ambar turned to glance at Nina to see, what her reaction to this hullabaloo their husbands had created was. Her face seemed to be in an amused, but serene smile. “And see if the engagements are still intact when you come out.”

“So, you think a Ferris wheel will make us hate each other so much?” Pedro's face was completely blank.

“That’s the point,” Gastón shrugged, “We’ll see, you see. If you survive this, you can survive everything.”

“Uuuuuu sounds fun!” Luna grabbed Matteo’s—who looked like he was in complete disbelief—arm. “Come on Matteo, lets show them.”

“I doubt this will be so hard,” Delfi shrugged.

“Do you think we should have told them that the gondolas swing?” Simon asked Gastón after the two couples had entered into the line.

“Absolutely not,” Gastón shook his head, “It would have taken all the fun out of this. It’s a durance test for a reason.” He peeked at his watch, “This might take a while… How about we go grab some cookies from that stall we saw?”

“Good idea,” Simon nodded, “Girls, you won’t mind watching over our experiment for us?”

“No, “Ambar responded, “But bring us some too.”

“Of course, do you think we want to die?”

Both Ambar and Nina burst into laughter after Gastón and Matteo had gone.

“Idiots,” Ambar rolled her eyes after getting her laughter under control, “I hate to say it, but it is our problem… since we married that.”

“Yeah…” Nina was looking really softly after her husband.

“Do they all adopt the same humor after the ring? I shudder to think what happens when Matteo joins. What do you think?” Ambar looked up at the wheel, “Will they make it?”

“I mean depends on really,” Nina responded, “What we always say with Gastón, we’re cautiously optimistic about everything to do with Luna and Matteo—don’t tell them we say this. You can only know for sure once it happens. I think Pedro and Delfi will do just fine, they’re quite steadfast. It all honestly depends on how much the shock will affect them.”

“That’s a really good assessment,” Ambar nodded, “I could almost vouch for a spot on… You’re good at predicting this.”

“Well, I am married now.”

“You are,” Ambar smiled. Honestly, she had been looking forward to finally having a so-called “wife friend”. Someone who she could talk about the actual marriage with, without bringing the wedding into it. “So, tell me. How has it been, two months in?”

“Well… pretty amazing,” Ambar saw how the slightest blush rose on Nina’s cheeks. She knew exactly what she was thinking, “He’s—He’s amazing and I thought I knew what happiness really was, I didn’t think you could be happier than that, but now I am, even more. Nothing has really changed, but at the same time, it feels like a whole new world that we can now explore together. Obviously, it’s not a checkpoint, it’s a journey, and you’re not given a map, but there always a way when you’re together.”

“Nicely said,” She was an author, what had Ambar been expecting? “I wouldn’t be able to put it so poetically but, it’s true. When we can, lets go grab a coffee just the two of us, one wife to another. I wanna hear all about the honeymoon, and I don’t mean what you ate and what sights you saw.”

“I didn’t think you did.”

“I know you haven’t gotten a chance to speak about all of that from that side of things, because you don’t really ever get into it with Luna.”

“You really don’t.”

“Primita is such an innocent baby,” Ambar chuckled, “On the other hand, she is getting married… Well, that’s Matteo’s problem.”

“I probably didn’t tell you that Luna pestered me about kids,” Nina added, amused.

“You too?” Ambar stared at her shocked for a moment. “I thought I told her not to do that? Sorry about not warning you, I thought she wouldn’t. Good luck to Matteo.”

“Excuse me,” Suddenly, a family had walked up to Nina and Ambar, “Any chance you could take a picture of us?”

“Of course,” Ambar let Nina answer, she was practically a professional with the camera. Ambar had taken to photography little bit, because she had really enjoyed it at Blake, but she was in no way in the level of Gastón or Nina. “Where do you want it?”

“In front of the wheel. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it.

Ambar had to admit that she was just a tad bit jealous of Nina’s flawless British accent and the way she fluently spoke English. Well, that was a bit given, she had lived in England for five year. Ambar was “fluent” in English in the way that she had no difficulty understanding it, and speaking wasn’t difficult either. Still, sometimes she did have to stop to think how you said something again… and no matter how grammatically correct her speaking was, you could tell that she was a foreigner speaking English.

***

“I still don’t understand how they think that a FERRIS WHEEL will somehow test the strength of our engagements?” Delfi crossed her arms when the line moved again.

“I guess it has something to do with the gondolas being very cagy,” Pedro placed his hand on Delfi’s shoulder. “They lock us in the cage and see if we survive.”

“This can’t be that hard,” Matteo huffed. “It’s a Ferris wheel. There is something that doesn’t add up here.”

“I don’t see anything wrong,” Luna skipped as they came to the end of the line.

They entered inside the gondola. There were two benches opposite of each other, so Luna and Matteo took one and Delfi and Pedro took another.

“There aren’t even any safety restraints,” Delfi looked around, “This has to be a huge joke.”

“Well, better for us,” Matteo said and leaned back. “Who said that marriage is going to be hard—”

The wheel started moving and their gondola suddenly swung violently.

“Okay, these swing a lot,” Pedro noted, “Maybe because of the wind.”

“But it isn’t windy,” Matteo looked outside of the gondola, as it kept swinging more and more.

“Then why is this moving so much…” Pedro questioned, “It’s not broken right?”

“No, it is not broken. Look.” Delfi piped up pointing upwards, “We’re on rails…We’re going to move—”

Her sentence got interrupted by the wheel moving again. This time instead of just swinging, the gondola full-on slid down on the rails it apparently was on now.

The movement was so sudden that it made Delfi shriek and grab onto Pedro’s hand. Matteo had also grabbed on at the side, while Luna seemed completely unbothered.

“Weeeeeeee!” She raised her hand up as the gondola moved again.

“How are you enjoying this?” Matteo turned to her. “We’re going to be rattled around on this for who knows how long, with no safety restraints—”

The gondola moved violently again before Luna was able to answer and Matteo let out an incoherent noise.

“This was the test—” Pedro looked around in the gondola, “—wasn’t it?”

“You think?” Delfi gave him an annoyed look.

***

“What do you think? Was that Luna or Delfi?” Ambar asked Nina as they heard another scream come from the wheel.

“I bet my degree that it was Matteo,” Gastón’s voice sounded as he and Simon came from behind them. He automatically wrapped his arms around Nina’s waist. “No rings have been thrown out yet?”

“No,” Ambar shook her head after Simon kissed her on the cheek as a greeting, “But we can’t really hear if any arguing is happening. I think this round will be done soon.”

After about three minutes, they saw four figures walk out of the exit.

“So how was it?” Simon asked as Pedro, Delfi, Luna and Matteo walked back up to them.

“You knew it was going to move, didn’t you?” Matteo started pointing fingers toward Gastón and Simon.

“Of course, we knew,” Gastón shrugged, “So are the engagement still intact?”

“Of course, they are,” Delfi grabbed Pedro’s arm, “I haven’t lost half of my mind planning the wedding to cancel everything due to a 3-minute Ferris wheel ride, no matter how much it was moving.”

“Matteo, Luna?” Gastón asked.

“Why would have we broken up?” Matteo shook his head, “It’s not like some excitement got us arguing…”

“That was fun.” Luna leaped up by pushing up from Matteo’s shoulders.

“Well, that means our experiment was a success,” Simon clapped his hands.

“Maybe, but I need some ice cream right now,” Matteo seemed a bit unsteady on his feet, “That was more than enough spinning for today.”

***

“Why did we agree on this again?” Yam questioned as she, Jim and Ramiro were waiting in line for the Incredecoaster.

“Because the married people wanted to take the betrothed ones somewhere for some challenge. Oh, and Jazmin went to go shoot footage of the Campus thing.” Jim hoisted her arm to Yam’s shoulder. “What are you sneering at?” She turned to look at Ramiro who had a sly smile on his face.

“Nothing…” Ramiro laughed, “Gastón and Simon told me what they are doing… You might still need to return those bridesmaid dresses.”

“Why did they tell you?” Yam’s face turned very questioning, “You’re not married.”

“I very much am not…” Ramiro looked horrified. “Those rings look uncomfortable. Don’t know how Simon and Gastón stand them.”

“Maybe it’s time we find you a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend… What are you even into?” Jim rolled her eyes, “So you can start appreciating the appeal. I mean Nina’s rings are so beautiful, and Ambar’s too.”

“If you love those rings so much,” Ramiro smiled shortly, “Maybe you should get engaged. I’ll be the best man.”

“Well, maybe we should,” Jim shrugged and her and Yam started laughing.

“But let’s no chance the subject,” Yam pointed towards Ramiro again, “How good idea was it to join you in another rollercoaster…after last time.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you two almost assaulted the cast members when the ride broke down.” Ramiro shook his head.

“You could have told us they were going to push us forward,” Jim continued, “I thought they were going to kill us.”

“Why would they have done that?” Ramiro rolled his eyes again, “You are not that important that someone would order your assassination.”

“Hopefully this won’t break down like the Space Mountain did.”

“That was awesome!” Ramiro did some dance moves after walking through the exit of the ride, “What is taking you two so long?”

“We’re coming!” Jim and Yam were holding each other by the arm as they finally came out of the exit.

“Was the ride too fast for you?�� Ramiro questioned as he looked at the girls’ wobbly legs.

“No,” Jim and Yam shook their heads, “This ride made me super hungry for cookies.”

***

“Okay, this ride is a race!” Luna jumped up as everyone gathered up in front of Radiator Spring Racers.

She had been really looking forward to the Cars Land. It was one of the only things she had known about in the Californian Adventure… Yeah, she and Ambar had really dunked it on research for this other park…

Anyways, why she had been looking forward to the talking cars place? Back to the topic.

Matteo had been out for a couple of days for some recording sessions outside of Buenos Aires and Luna had been scrolling aimlessly at the Disney+ app and then a movie with cars that had eyes and mouths had caught her eyes. Those movies had been awesome, and the race car had reminded her immensely of Matteo.

She had watched all three of those movies in one night… Matteo had found her sleeping on the couch when he had come home early in the morning.

Anyways, there was a whole land about the movies and talking cars, so of course she had been excited.

“We’re so doing girls vs. boys,” Luna continued, “Just like old times.”

“Oh, because we all miss the Opens that ended in a wild chases,” Ambar crossed her arms, chuckling lightly.

“I really do miss them,” Luna continued, “Uuuuuu, we should do a reunion Open. I need to talk to Juliana about that.”

“We’re already having a reunion next year,” Delfi pointed out, “Roller’s 15th.”

“Oh right—” Luna looked blankly ahead for a moment, “—back to the topic. We’re gonna race cars against the boys and we’re going to win!”

“You can’t even drive,” Matteo was rolling his eyes at her, “So, I’m sorry Chica Delivery, but this time you’re gonna lose.”

“Well…” Luna tried to come up with a comeback, “I don’t need to drive, someone else will do it.”

“I’m pretty sure no one will actually be driving,” Luna could hear Ambar saying to Nina as they walked into the queue. They most likely were right, given how many kids were in the line with them.

“Let’s go!” Jazmin was holding a camera up as the ride vehicle—It had been made to look like a car with eyes. It was so cute—jerked forward. “Why is it moving so slowly? Wasn't this supposed to be a race? I wanna beat the guys too.”

Luna was wondering the same as they kept moving until they suddenly came outside and rode around some beautiful rock formations. There even was a waterfall. It was so pretty.

Then they entered a dark tunnel—And also ran into a truck.

Huh? So, there was some kind of dark ride portion before the race? Interesting.

“Slow down. You’re not racing yet.” Suddenly the police car from the movie came from behind the bush.

The robots, or well, Luna remembered that they were called animatronics, looked so cool. They looked almost like animated.

Finally, they got into a place that looked like a starting line. Now they were actually going to be racing!

“Pronti, partenza, via!!” The yellow car animatronic started.

***

Matteo blew a raspberry as he rolled over on the bed. Another day, another extremely exhausting day, no matter how much fun they had had.

Good thing he had been able to get some downtime after leaving the park. Girls had wanted to go shopping so the guys had hit the pool and then gone to take well-deserved naps. He needed another two-hour nap or buck load of coffee.

“Wakey wakey sleepyhead!” Matteo was jerked awake by a way too-sunny voice, given his current mood. Luna’s smiling face was looming over him as he opened his eyes. “How can you sleep?”

“How can you not sleep?” He rolled over again reaching to the nightstand to drink the rest of his coffee, “You are scaring me a little bit. Again, you are not exhausted at all. How?”

“I’m having too much fun!” Luna jumped onto the bed next to him. Matteo gripped his mug tighter as she did so, so nothing spilled. He had gotten used to this at this point.

“I’m glad you are,” Matteo smiled before looking at his phone, “How are you even here right now? Did you finish all the shopping this quickly at the Downtown Disney, or whatever it was?”

“Oh, I did buy stuff!” Luna jumped up and went to grab a bunch of bags and dropped them on the bed, “I’ll show you in the second. Jazmin wanted to get some footage of something outside of the park, and Delfi went with her. Jim and Yam got distracted by cupcakes and then Mrs. Alvarez dragged Mrs. Perida somewhere where you weren’t allowed if you didn’t have a wedding ring.” Luna rolled her eyes playfully.

“Speaking off,” Matteo propped himself up on his elbows, “I still wanna kill Simon and Gastón. I did not consent to be a rattled around in a cage for minutes.”

“I thought it was fun,” Luna continued, “and, we absolutely nailed it.”

“I would still want to see them do it.”

***

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Disneyland proudly presents our spectacular festival pageant of nighttime magic and imagination. In thousands of sparkling lights and electro-syntho-magnetic musical sounds. The Main Street Electrical Parade!”

“You know, this very merely might make up your betrayal today at the race track,” Luna was stuffing popcorn to her mouth while the glowing parade float rode past them.

The view was stunning. She had always liked stars and constellations on the sky and but these kind of light shows were almost like from another planet.

“You do realize right that none of us had any kind of control over the outcome,” Simon stole couple of corns from her bucket, “It was random game. It’s was not our fault we won.”

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I don't have much to say about this chapter, except that I had the planned it being the Tower of Terror, but luckily I remembered that it doesn't exist in DCA anymore, which is sad... Also I just wanna note that I am writing this kind of expecting that the reader has some base knowledge of the Disneyland and the rides, because going into very deep detail about everything isn't gonna work for this story

#Soy Luna #soy luna fanfiction #Going to Disneyland #Disney #disney chaos #lutteo #gastina #simbar #Pelfi #Jam #Chaos will reign in the happiest place on earth #Roller crew goes to Disneyland #Lugar más Feliz

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imalwaysinconfusion · 9 months

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this is gonna be about Nebuya’s parents and how he came to be born, and is my first time doing HCs so please bear with me :)

His dads name is Andwele/Andi and he is from Tanzania 🇹🇿 and his moms name is Alisha (idk, it’s giving that forme) and she is a black american and they met in middle school (american school system)

Alisha would bully tf out of Andi bc he was the new and he was not having so he kept the same energy but cussed her out in Swahili that shut her up

she liked that and tried to be friends with him afterwards AND IT WORKED by the time they hit 7th grade they became friends and he also taught her a bit of Swahili actually

When they got high-school they gained feelings for each other freshman year and they both knew this, Alisha was waiting on Andi to make the first move but she got impatient and just straight up asked him to be her boyfriend

he said yes while standing in shock like this: “😮”

they got together and became INSEPARABLE, you couldn’t see one w/o the other <3

After graduation and being awarded valedictorian and salutatorian (i’ll let you decide which one got what) Alisha, being the baddie she is, joined the Army and Andi went to college for Software Engineering

When Alisha when to basic training it was hard on them bc it was the first time they have been separated like this without any contact but being the strong willed people they are they got through it

After she got back from basic Andi surprised her with a trip to California Disney for completing the grueling training she went through (she cried up a storm) and he just needed a break from classes

On the last day of the trip they went to see the fireworks show at the castle and he proposed to her and she said yes 🥹

Right after the proposal Alisha got right to work on planning the wedding, Andi had no say in the wedding because he said he didn’t want to “ruin her special day”

BUT she made him pick the color scheme which was blue and white (WHICH ATE BTW)

After a 1 year and 6 months of planning, preparing, and being perplexed about the wedding and about being engaged they said “i do” and went straight into the honeymoon phase

BUTTT that didn’t last long because she got orders to be stationed in Tokyo, Japan which they were both very excited about.

They had 3 months to learn as much Japanese as they could and they learned enough to hold a small conversation

When they arrived to Japan, Alisha found out she was pregnant!!! (they wanted to keep the gender a secret) so she had to go on leave and stayed home which she could handle by herself

Andi at the time started a engineering job for one the top 7 software companies in japan, but don’t worry he still made time for Alisha and took care of her any way she needed

but he still felt bad about not being home enough so he bought a dog to keep Alisha company ( she was an Akita named Star)

By the time her 3rd trimester came they were very nervous about the birth

when i mean “they” i just mean Andi, Alisha had to smack him a couple times to get him to calm down and act straight

then one faithful morning Alisha’s water broke but she was didn’t notice so she was just peeing thinking she just drank too much fluids

Then Andi was like “girl your water broke” and she said “oh that makes sense🧍🏾‍♀️” and they went to hospital

When they got to the hospital (they are both fluent atp) and told the staff what they needed to get for Alisha

and alas OUR BIG BABY NEBUYA EIKICHI WAS BORN

And mean like 9 pounds 9 ounces big, he was a chunky baby (the BEST babies btw)

After the birth one of Alisha’s commanders said that they could move back to the states since Big E (yes that is his nebuya’s nickname)

But Alisha said “i am not about to leave a country when i spent months cramming the language in my head… we staying”

The end :)

a/n this was just random and this is cannon ( i was Alisha’s left big toe) hope y’all enjoyed it!!

#knb #kuroko no basket #confusion speaks🦕#kuroko’s basketball #kuroko tetsuya #generation of miracles #rakuzan high #rakuzan #uncrowned kings #gom #akashi seijirou #chihiro mayuzumi #reo mibuchi #kotaro hayama #nebuya eikichi

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lornrocks · 3 months

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My brother apparently wants the whole family to go on a Disney cruise this summer and I’m like YOU TRIGGERED MY SPECIAL INTEREST

I’m already a pro at booking for Disneyland and Disney world so let me handle this, my man.

That being said, I do want to do a Disney cruise (especially with my niece and nephew) but I’m not thrilled he wants to do one of the Bahamas ones (I assume based on the ship leaving from FL)

If it were ME I’d do an Alaska one or one of the west coast ones (spoiler alert, we live on the west coast so we wouldn’t have to fly all the way to Florida first)

I think the one that leaves from New Orleans looks cool, I’ve never been and I want to go, we could do a three day cruise and spend the rest of the week in NOLA.

But alas. I’m the weirdo who fucking hates the sun, the sand, the crowds, and all the other things people want to do. Bruh we can just go to CA if we want to spend all vacation laying on the beach. I don’t get it?

(I’ve been to Hawaii and Australia and all over the California coast, I’ve swam in the ocean and gone in a submarine and a glass water boat and went parasailing and seen dolphins and went fishing like man what else is there to do?? See other fish??)

#please ignore this #he triggered my special interest and I have TBIIGHTS #I’ve been thinking about this for a while #my besties and I joked we’ll do a girl’s cruise next year on the treasure when it launches #mama wants to go to that haunted mansion #jungle cruise and 29k leagues lounges SO BAAAAD

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angelasscribbles · 2 years

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Bad Romance Disney Adventure Chapter 1: Stuck in LA

Miniseries: Bad Romance Disney Adventure

Main Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Liam x Max, Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Leo (past)

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Language, Sex will be mentioned

Word Count: 2,078

A/N: Special shout out to @nestledonthaveone and @queen-arabella-of-cordonia for the asks that inspired/launched this little endeavor.

A/N 2: @dcbbw gave me the idea that they wouldn't stay in a hotel, but would have royal residences around the world, and that they could be in LA for Max's latest movie. I ran with that and just for extra chaos, I made it the house Leo lives in and threw him into the mix. THEN @dcbbw said wouldn't it be funny if Riley and Leo had some kind of a past together? We bounced some ideas around and the lines, "Everyone but you baby" and “Leo, that was a very long time ago. That was…..” Liam counted on his fingers, “At least five lovers and four children ago.” are both hers, I have just used them with impunity as well as her permission.

Disclaimer: I know I won't be the first person to ever put Leo and Riley together in some capacity. Most notably @queenrileyrose. Truly, if you haven't read her stuff, go read it because it's amazing! This is my little Bad Romance twist on Leo and Riley and I hope I've done them justice. As always, any similarities to anyone else's work in purely unintentional and coincidental.

My other stuff: Master List.

“This fucking sucks!” Drake sent his water bottle flying across the room to crash into the wall three feet from Max’s head.

Max flinched, “Geez, yeah, I know you’re upset but-“

“Shut the fuck up, Beaumont, this your fucking fault!” Drake pointed a finger at him.

“It’s not Max’s fault, Drake! Stop taking it out on him.” Riley chastised.

“The fuck it isn’t! He’s the whole reason we’re in California to start with!”

“Cuddle bear, listen.” Riley struggled to walk across the room to him, one arm resting on her very pregnant belly, the other pushing into the small of her back. When she reached him, she took his face between her hands, “I was the one that wanted to come with him. He was going to come by himself, remember?”

Drake sighed and nodded. “But-“

“No buts, babe. I insisted on coming and then you insisted on coming with me-“

“I’m the head of your security, I go where you go, you know that!” He said petulantly.

“I know that, Drake. My point is that I was the one that chose to come, and I was the one that chose to stay.”

“Stop trying to handle me, Riley and sit back down. You need to stay off your feet.” His anger whooshed out of him as he shifted into protector mode.

“Great news!” Liam chirped out as he sailed into the room, “Dr. Russo can be here by tomorrow! She’s on her way to our private airstrip now. The backup jet is on standby.”

“They have doctors in LA, Liam.” Riley told him.

“They don’t have your doctor. She’s been monitoring you the entire pregnancy and you need her. She’s coming.”

The door opened again, interrupting their conversation, “What are you fuckers still doing in my house? I thought you were leaving.”

“First of all, it’s not your house, Leo.” Liam pinched the bridge of his nose, “It belongs to the crown, I just let you live here, rent free I might add so-“

“Riley can’t travel, she’s passed the 36 week of pregnancy mark and they won’t let her fly.” Max blurted out.

Leo turned to Riley in astonishment, “How the hell could you not know how far along you are?”

“Well-“

Liam and Drake spoke at the exact same time.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Leo!” Liam said.

“Swear to God, Rys, I’ll knock you the fuck out!”

Leo crossed his arms over his chest, “That would be treason.”

“Fuck it would.” Drake scoffed, “You aren’t prince, king or really shit anymore and we’re on American soil.”

“I’d pardon you anyway.” Liam told him.

“Thanks.”

“Well, this is very touching.” Leo rolled his eyes, “But I still don’t understand how the hell this happened.”

Riley couldn’t resist the urge to be sarcastic, “Well, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much-“

“Ha ha ha. I mean, seriously, how did you not plan better?”

“We were supposed to leave three days ago, and that would have been under the wire.” Max explained, “But there were some last minute adjustments to the script that required my input.”

“Right. This is the Royal Romance three? Four?”

“Four.” Max replied with a grin. “The Royal Romance 4: Lost in New York.”

“Based on the summer you guys spent in New York when Riley went back to settle her grandmother’s estate?”

“A fictionalized account of it.” Liam emphasized. The whole thing made him look completely clueless about how to navigate life outside the palace. Honestly, Max had just run out of good material after the second or third book.

“Mostly fictionalized.” Drake smirked at him. Liam had been pretty clueless that summer.

“Yeah, watching you try to figure out how to work a washing machine was fucking hilarious!” Max chortled.

Liam gave him a withering look, “Like you did any better.”

“Ok, ok, don’t start arguing. The point is, I didn’t want to go back without Max and the extra day turned into two, which turned into three and now here we are, stuck.” Riley finished.

“So, you’ll be here for, what, another month?” Leo asked.

Liam shook his head, “I mean…we’re not flying with a newborn so more like two months. I’ll fly back and forth for business if absolutely necessary, but Riley, Drake and Max will be here for the duration.”

“Fuck.” Leo muttered under his breath. This was seriously going to put a crimp in his whoring around.

“Leo, I’m hurt. It sounds like you don’t want to hang out and bond with us.” Max pouted.

“No offense Beaumont, but you guys aren’t exactly fun.”

“Afraid we’re going to cramp your style?” Drake snorted.

“Yes, actually.” Leo answered before turning to Riley with a wink, “Everyone but you baby.”

Riley gave him a little smile as she bit into her lip and rocked her body from side to side.

“What the hell?” Drake looked between Leo and Riley in confusion. “What’s happening?”

“Leo, that was a very long time ago. That was…..” Liam counted on his fingers, “At least five lovers and four children ago.”

“More than five.” Riley smirked, “Hell, that was before Nick.”

“Wait. What?!” Drake exploded.

“Oh. My. God!” Leo’s face lit up in delight, “You didn’t know?”

“I…that….” Drake felt like he was going to hyperventilate.

“It’s ok, it’s ok buddy.” Max soothed in the voice he used when one of the children was having a meltdown, as he rubbed Drake’s shoulders.

“Stop it, Max. I am not a child.”

“I mean…you do act like one sometimes though, don’t you? It’s why we don’t tell you things.” Max replied.

Drake blinked then turned to Riley, “So everyone knew about this but me?”

She nodded. “I had no idea who Leo was at the time. So, it was quite a shock when I saw him at the coronation ball and figured out he was Liam’s brother!”

Riley spotted Liam across the ballroom and made her way over to him. Her eyes were locked on him as she approached so she didn’t notice who he was talking to.

“Riley?! What are you doing here?” A voice from the past pulled her attention.

“Leo? What are you doing here?”

“You two know each other?” Liam’s head swiveled between them.

“Know her? This is the woman I was telling you about! The one from New York that just fucking disappeared on me!”

“Oh no….”

“Oh no, what?” Leo looked back and forth between Liam and Riley.

Liam cleared this throat, “Riley is about to be my fiancé, I’m going to marry her.”

“What? How?” Leo demanded.

“Let’s go have a talk, privately.” Liam suggested.

Drake stared at her in consternation, “Where was I when this revelation occurred?”

“Outside at the bar where I left you, pouting.”

“I wasn’t pouting! I don’t-“

“Dude, you were a wreck that night. Sorry, but it’s true.” Max held his hands up in front of him. “I was having my own struggles with the situation, but even I could tell you were in your fucking feelings.”

“Fine. Whatever. I’m just surprised Liam didn’t tell me at the time.”

“Well, all hell broke loose later that night if you’ll remember, so I had other things on my mind at the time.” Liam told him acridly.

“Right. But still, I’d think that someone would have mentioned it at some point in all the years since. I mean, Beaumont knows!” Drake gestured at Max.

Max shrugged, “She’s always told me everything and we did spend three weeks together immediately after the coronation with nothing else to do but talk and fu-“

“Ok, we get the idea Max!” Leo slapped him in the chest, “If I’d known she was at Ramsford instead of on a plane back to New York, things would have ended differently.”

“No, they wouldn’t have.” Riley rolled her eyes.

“You told Max, but not me.” Drake said accusingly.

“Yeah!” She cried in exasperation.

“Why?”

Riley shrugged expansively, “We knew it would just upset you.”

“Yeah, Walker. She knew you couldn’t handle knowing she’d been with a real man!” Leo gloated.

“Leo, I swear to God, if you don’t shut your fucking cakehole-“

“See?” Riley shot him an I told you so look.

“But baby,” He pulled her into his arms as he made a conscious decision to ignore Leo, “I’ve gotten better.”

“Ah, snuggle bug, you have.” She crooned as she caressed his face and he leaned into it, “I guess it just hasn’t come up. I don’t really think about it much. It was a long time ago and it wasn’t a big deal.”

“What do you mean it wasn’t a big deal?” Leo exclaimed, “That was one of the most amazing weekends of my life!”

“Weekend?” Drake’s jaw clenched tightly.

“Yes, weekend. I met her in New York, just after I’d abdicated. We met at the BRIC festival, she was wearing this tiny little halter top that you would not-“

“I swear to God, Leo, shut your fucking mouth!” Drake looked down at Riley, “Sorry babe.”

Riley pulled out of Drake’s embrace and walked over to Leo, “Stop trying to provoke him, ok?”

Drake turned to Liam, lowering his voice so only Liam could hear him, “How the hell do you not punch him in his smug fucking face every time he brings this up?”

Liam smiled indulgently, “I don’t have to. He does it to himself, every time. Wait for it.”

Drake’s eyes went back across the room where Leo held his hands up in the air, “All I’m saying is that it was an amazing weekend, and we shared a real connection, right baby?”

“Eh,” Riley shrugged, “I mean, we had some fun.”

“Ok, first of all, it seemed like more than that to me. I mean, we had fun,” he quirked his fingers in the air to form imaginary quotation marks around the word fun, “seven times that weekend. Second of all, you’ve still never explained why you left without even telling me goodbye.”

“What?” Drake barked out a laugh.

Leo’s eyes flicked up to Drake, “She just completely ghosted me! I went out for coffee and bagels and when I came back, she was just gone! No note, nothing!”

“And….there it is!” Liam stifled the satisfied giggle that burbled up in his throat, “He’s still salty about it! He couldn’t keep her attention for more than a few days and I married her!”

“I’m sorry, Leo.” She placed her hand on his arm, “You’re just not really my type, that’s all. But I’m sure you’ll make some woman very happy someday.”

“Not your type?” Leo stared at her in disbelief, “Seven times, Riley, seven times!”

“I said it was fun.” She waved him off dismissively, “I’m sure you replaced me by the next night.”

“That’s hardly the point!”

“I think that is the point.” Liam told him, “You just want what you can’t have, that’s all.”

“No, I-“

“Ok, I’m tired of this conversation.” Riley dropped herself onto the couch, “What the hell are we going to do for fun until the baby gets here?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you the best part!” Liam turned back to Riley, “I know everyone is bummed about being stuck here for the next two months so….we’re going to Disneyland!”

“What?!” Maxwell bounded across the room and threw himself into Liam’s arms with a squeal, “This is the greatest idea you’ve ever had!”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Drake asked in concern. “Riley is eight months pregnant!”

“Oh, it’s fine.” Riley assured him, “I still have a month to go. And the kids will absolutely love it!”

“I don’t know,” Drake mused, as he took a seat on the couch next to her. “Jax is only two, he won’t even remember-“

“We’ll take plenty of pictures!” Riley waved him off, “Ellie and Xander will remember.” At eight and five, the older children would be getting an experience of a lifetime.

“Fine.” Drake sighed, his brain already spinning with the logistical nightmare of protecting everyone while they were there.

“Would you like to join us, Leo?” Liam invited, just to be polite.

Leo opened his mouth to decline, but then his eyes went to Drake sitting next to Riley on his couch, arm wrapped around her protectively as his eyes shot daggers at Leo.

Leo returned Drake’s glower with a bright smile, as he told Liam, “Why thank you, little bro, I’d love to!”

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submergedmemory · 1 year

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@odd-kid-42

the way I typed out this big long thing the one time i decided not to answer an ask in a different word document only for my BROWSER TO CRASH AND LOSE EVERYTHING LOL NO TALK ME I’M ANGY

1) Describe their first date.

A little chaotic lol. Morgan gets "paid" in expensive opera tickets for a job she did, and she figures since she can't sell them she might as well use them, so she invites Glenn, on the “condition” that she gets him weed, which she does, like a true gentlewoman. Like the way you buy flowers for your date.

Turns out the tickets are for Puccini’s Turandot, which is awkward because 1) it’s in that uncomfortable liminal space of “racist but seminal part of opera canon,” in the same way Madama Butterfly is (also a Puccini work. Funny, that) and 2) Glenn’s kind of high so when the part where the Prince and the titular Turandot sing a love duet to each other almost immediately after a character has been tortured and then kills herself out of love for the Prince (spoilers for a 100 year old opera ig) Glenn just goes, “HEY MAN WHAT THE FUCK,” which makes Morgan basically howl with laughter and the two are promptly kicked out.

Personally I would have just let them stay, the opera’s basically almost over by that point, but that’s just me. Anyway, Glenn’s feeling bad but Morgan’s just like, “It’s cool, dude, shit’s racist anyway.”

They go to a bar and get a little tipsy, tipsy enough for them to come up with the brilliant idea of breaking into the classroom where Morgan does her piano tutoring (I’m assuming there was some shit-talking regarding this while they were at the bar which lead to this brilliant idea). Morgan shows off her mad skillz, Glenn is suitably impressed, and they almost get caught by security while they’re fucking around, so they hide under the piano, where the heady combination of booze + weed + adrenaline + proximity + general feeling of “wow, Morgan’s so cool” = Glenn kissing Morgan.

They leave and head to Morgan’s apartment, where things very quickly escalate, but then very suddenly and very quickly de-escalate, and the night ends with them both sleeping together, in a very literal sense, with both of them deciding that they’ll deal with things when they wake up in the morning together.

So you know, all in all, a pretty good date.

39) When and how did they admit that they loved each other? If they haven’t yet, why?

I’ve thought up a lot of situations and a lot of scenarios for these two, but the one I’ve always had trouble on was this one! I don’t actually know if they have ever said the actual words out loud. Morgan is very taciturn and guarded so she would rather show her love through her actions rather than words. Glenn is emotionally constipated in general anyway, so he also tries to show his love through his actions, with slightly less success than Morgan, but he does try. I also think both of them grew up with parents who didn’t outright say the words “I love you” to them, so for both of them it’s really awkward hearing it, too.

I think for Morgan in particular, the closest she’s ever “said” it was during a trip to Disney World. It's their first trip together as a couple, Morgan's first time ever on any Disney property, and probably their last hurrah on the east coast before they head west to California, so naturally they're both feeling like they're young, dumb and full of you know.

It’s their second day there, Morgan’s still a little bit low-key drunk from doing the Drinking Around the World challenge the night before, Glenn is basically dead on his feet from trying to do the same, so she parks Glenn on a bench so she can get them both water (and a dole whip for Glenn), and it’s taking a weirdly long time for Morgan to come back so he goes to look for her only to find her basically unleashing a no-holds-barred beat down on a face character.

He spirits her away to their motel room before she gets arrested, or worse, banned from Disney, where he patches her up and cleans her injuries (all cosmetic, thankfully) because neither of them have health insurance and want to risk going to the emergency room, and Morgan tells Glenn, (again, still kind of drunk and also wired from the adrenaline and the pain of her injuries and also from having to see a shitty person from her past in a place that’s supposed to be happy and fun) that he’s, “the only mother-fucker who can handle me,” which, as far as Just Morgan Things go, is basically a love confession anyway.

Anyway, that's why I draw Morgan with a slightly fucked up right earlobe.

21) Do they enjoy domestic life?

I had this whole long answer about how they both want kids (and Morgan wants a house, eventually) but they also both want to keep their jobs but with the type of career they have (Glenn’s is obvious, Morgan is principle dancer on tour in her prime) makes it really hard to be domestic and stay at home all the time, and even when one (or both) of them is at home base, neither want to do the stay-at-home spouse thing, but since they’re committed to staying together, they work it out, but not without their fair share of arguments and compromises, but seeing as how it all got deleted, I will just say, “not at first, but they manage and eventually they do grow to appreciate it,” and link you to this ship meme I did a long time ago to keep track of my own shit of cute couple-y domestic things they do.

15) What songs remind you of their relationship?

You just wanna know my Glenn/Morgan playlist ;p Well it’s a work in progress so maybe later.

I originally listed only 2 songs, but this time I will list 3, you’re welcome.

Blues for Klook – Eddy Louiss

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The figure skating fans will know what this piece is. No lyrics, just mood, and what a mood it is. Dark, brooding and very sensual. I don’t often portray Glenn and Morgan like this, but I do think people see them as pretty sexy, individually and also definitely together in a moody, “mad, bad, and dangerous to know,” sort of way.

The Day Before You Came – ABBA

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It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim The day before you came

Probably my favorite ABBA song, despite the melancholic, wistful feel if you take the lyrics at face value it’s about a person recalling their previous dull and monotonous life before the titular ‘you’ comes along and changes things. This is also a song that is apparently subject to much more sinister interpretations, such as the ‘you” being dead or even a murder. Glenn would appreciate the conspiracy theory-ness of it all.

Marauders – Thao and the Get Down Stay Down

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I got that poison Carve it on out Barely served me then And it only hurts me now My darlin’ Your patience Rain it on me I know daughters of marauders are just so hard to please

Of course I have a Thao song for the occasion. Sometimes you bring baggage into the relationship and the kindest thing you can do it ask your partner to help you bear it.

Honorable mentions include: Nature Boy (Nat King Cole), You and I (Lady Gaga), The Ugly and the Beautiful (The Real Tuesday Weld), Venus in Furs (Velvet Underground)

#that's all she wrote lol #thanks for playing despite my browser betraying me i loved answering the questions #dungeons and daddies #dndads #dungeons and daddies odyssey #dndads odyssey #glenn close #morgan freeman #musicverse #Youtube

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