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betbeton · 2 years

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Barking at HQ and AoT men

Warnings - Suggestive (not really it's just a little spicy)

18 + Below cut Minors DNI

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·A/N - i accidentally deleted the second part of my derek goffard × reader piece and i'm fuming 🙃·

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⪧ Oikawa Tooru

The first time you bark at him it sends him reeling, like dramatically gasping with a hand on his chest

He is S H O C K E D that you had the audacity

Despite his bluster he barks backㅡ

He will leave you wherever you are if you do this in public though

It doesn't matter if no-one is around

He's acting like he doesn't know who this barking goblin is

How could you do this to him-!? You're beloved partner-!! The man you intended to spend the rest of your life with-! Really though with how petty and childish he can be at times he should have seen this coming. After all he had ignored you to rub his face into the fur on Iwaizumi's dog the second you two greeted him at the airport. Since he was so infatuated with the dog the only logical course of action for you to take was to become the dog. As your little group left the terminal to drive Iwaizumi to your home was when you struck. Oikawa hadn't heard you at first, shrugging the mumbling noise off as you rambling off a to-do list or speaking to Iwa. The second time you 'woofed' at him was when it registered in his pretty little head.

YOU HAD BARKED AT HIM-!!

And in public no less-!!

The look he threw over his shoulder was borderline deadly. He kept that gaze on you the entire drive back home, cute nose crinkled as his eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed. Once he had come to terms with you're brief moment of 'having the audacity to bark at your beloved' he leaned on the table in your shared home like he was in a terrible romance movie and barked at you for a solid hour . . .

⪧ Sawamura Daichi

He is concerned

Did Suga put you up to this? Or was it Tanaka and Noya!? He needs to know!

His first instinct to to say 'bad dog' while bopping you with the daily newspaper

If you do him dirty in front of friends he'll pretend he didn't hear you

If you keep it up he'll tug on your ear like an irritated Nan

It was supposed to be a nice lunch out with old friends. You had even invited some of your old highschool companions. So how could you do him so dirty?! And in front of Suga of all people, he knew he wasn't going to live this one down untill he was cremated and even then . . . he wouldn't put it past Suga to keep the teasing going when you're all ghosts. Cheeks tinting pink he patted your leg to try and get you to stop, but it only encouraged you to bark louderㅡ

The worst part? Sugawara joined in on the barking. Now he had two of his favourite people in the world barking at him and making a scene in public. Poor Asahi thought it was all a big joke so he was nervously chuckling while throwing concerned glances at Daichi, trying to silently ask if he was okay. This situation would have been embarrassing on it's own, but it seemed your own friends weren't bothered. They kept on chatting with each other, one even going so far as to flirt with the poor confused waiter when they came to take your orders. Though there was something you and Suga hadn't expected and that was Daichi steeling his embarrassed nerves and grabbing both of you by the ear, while scolding you like a tired parent.

⪧ Porco 'Pock' Galliard

Leaves you wherever you are

Straight up walks away like he doesn't know you and wasn't just holding your hand or cuddling

Even if you two are alone he'll walk awayㅡ

Even goes so far as to announce that he has no idea who this weirdo is and why they are following him

In summary - He don't know you and he isn't your man while you're acting like a fool

You hadn't expected him to push you off his lap and onto the floor when you barked in his ear. His cheeks were red, but his expression didn't change much. His gaze was still locked on the television as he and your mutual friends watched the football match. The others were concerned to put it lightly, even Annie had glanced in your direction when your ass smacked onto the carpet. Standing up as you dusted off your legs you tried to perch yourself back onto Porco's lap only for him to push you off again the moment you were comfortable. The entire time he pretended he couldn't see or hear you. He was truly a petty icon, waiting for an apology for you barking in his ear . . . even if he was the rat bastard that pushed you because your barking made him feel some type of way.

Two can play at that game, that is exactly how you ended up squished into the reclining chair next to Colt with a pout on your face. Eyes fixated on the television as you and Porco pretended not to know each other, despite being sat in your shared home and there being a plethora of pictures containing you both plastered across the wall directly behind the television you two were watching. He did ask you to bark for him again later though when you two were having some petty apology sex. Moral of the story; he's a clown, but he's your clown so you're stuck with his ass.

⪧ Reiner Braun

Don't do him like this

He would be so flustered he would have to excuse himself to another room to calm down

It makes him feel put on the spot for some reason

It's probably something he should talk to his therapist about,,

but how do you casually bring up that your partner barking at you makes you feel every emotion at once

basically the seven horny stages of grief

At least you had the grace and tact to not pull this stunt in public. You went for the kill when you two were cuddling on the sofa, his large body draped over you as you played with his short hair. Wiggling to place your lips against his head in a little smooch, he expected a coo of affection or maybe an 'I love you' what he didn't expect was for you to let out a husky bark. It had him reeling as he sat up, knocking his head into your chin almost causing you to bite your tongue. Scrambling to detach your arms and legs from their vice like hold on his body. Once he was free from the sweet cuddle pile that had turned into a venus fly trap of unexpected horny, the blonde fled into your shared bedroom. You were right on his heels though, an apology and explanation spilling from your lips as you gently knocked on the locked door.

All you received was a distressed muffled scream. He had stuffed his face into your pillow and was letting out one for the team. Once he was done with his little flustered outburst he cracked open the door and asked if you two could continue your cuddling. It's safe to say you stored that one away into the back of your mind for later use. The next time you busted out the raspy bark it gave him the hardest and most intense orgasm of his life.

Reiner is a closet barking enthusiast . . . only when you're the one doing it though.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #attack on titan x reader #sawamura daichi #oikawa tooru #porco galliard #reiner braun #haikyuu headcanons #attack on titan headcanons

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yukidragon · 1 year

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Hi! I've just read through all your SDJ headcanons and I've read your fics, and can I just say how AMAZING your content is?! I truly love how in depth your headcanons are and how they stay true to the SDJ lore that (as far as we know) is canon.

It's just -chef's kiss-

I also have a potential headcanon questions for you: in your headcanons Jack and MC/Alice (love her btw) have more or less a fairly healthy relationship (Jack's yandere habits notwithstanding). But even the healthiest and most harmonious relationships can hit rough patches.

What would a fight between Jack and MC/Alice look like?

Not a fight between friends, but a fight between lovers. It could be small disagreement or it could be a huge fight where things are said/done that hurt and aren't easy to take back. A fight that while painful, can help them come back stronger, or destroy them completely.

And what would be a potential subject that they would fight about? Jack's possessiveness and aggression to any potential threats? MC/Alice's hesitation to let go of past relationships and letting Jack in? Or something else entirely?

What would the reconciliation look like, if they could reconcile at all?

Gosh I... you really make me feel flustered with such lovely praise. Thank you so much. I’m really glad that you enjoy my headcanons and stories! I’m happy you like Alice too.

That’s a really interesting question you’ve asked there. Honestly, I have planned some minor conflicts for Sunshine in Hell between them, mostly because, well, Jack does have manipulative yandere tendencies. Though I intend to give them a happy ending, such behavior needs a good metaphorical bop to the nose with a rolled up newspaper, you know?

Of course no one is perfect, and Alice is going to frustrate Jack in some ways. As you pointed out, her difficulty in letting go of her love for Ian is going to be a conflict between them. How it’s resolved is... going to be in a way that I’m not going to spoiler here since it’s going to be an example of Jack using of those powers of his for questionable things... and facing the consequences of it afterwards.

I’d argue that a bigger point of concern for Jack when it comes to Alice is her overly kind nature. Anything, even kindness, can be bad in excess. Though she’s resolved herself to give up on Ian, she can’t bring herself to hurt him by blocking him. Despite showing some hesitation and suspicion towards Jack, she’s already showing concern towards his wellbeing on day one because she feels sorry for his unfortunate situation.

Let’s face it, just because we know that Jack won’t hurt Alice doesn’t mean she knows it. He might have the ability to share his emotions, and his genuine feelings might help ease her concern, but most anyone would be a lot more guarded and a lot less moved by his sad puppy dog eyes in this situation.

Imagine if Jack didn’t have the best intentions for Alice and was like one of the more extreme yanderes who didn’t care at all if they hurt the person they “love” as long as they possessed them. Imagine if he didn’t love her at all and just wanted to use her for his own ends. Imagine if everything was just a sick game by a supernatural entity because she got in contact with a cursed object, and the goal was to ruin her life like a twisted genie granting all of her “wishes” in the worst possible way imaginable.

Jack is grateful for Alice’s kindness and compassion, and he knows he benefits the most from her having an abundance of it, but she is also putting herself at risk when she gives so much of herself. The world is so big with such cruel people, as he experienced himself in the past. She has faced cruelty as well, but she can’t help but care about how others feel, even to her own detriment. The situation with Ian is one such example of how she suffers from giving too much of herself because she worries about hurting him... even though it means that she suffers immensely.

I plan to have more instances of this appear in the story, and it gives Jack a lot to worry about, especially in the beginning when his powers are very weak when it comes to affecting other people. It’s going to leave him with some feelings of frustration and helplessness, even as he does his best to gently guide Alice into caring for herself more.

By the time they become lovers, Jack will be stronger. As I’ve mentioned in past headcanons, I believe that he gets stronger and gains more power the more MC loves/trusts/needs him. It takes a while before he and Alice become lovers in Sunshine in Hell, and by that time his abilities are going to be stronger. With this, he’ll be able to have more of an affect on other people and the world, and thus have less reasons to feel helpless... except when it comes to more internal conflicts like dealing with his own traumas and sense of identity.

I don’t have ideas yet for a huge fight between Alice and Jack in general, mostly just some minor conflicts that generate drama and angst. Something big would have to have happened that one or both of them can’t overlook and really shakes them up and leads to an outburst of emotion. I don’t intend for things to get to the point of, say, Jack convincing someone to kill themselves like we’ve seen in some teaser images. I’m sticking with the softer side of this yandere story for the most part.

As I’ve said in a past post, I think Jack would struggle with any anger or negative feelings he might have towards his sunshine, which means that any argument with him and MC would - unless he was pushed to the brink - be more like a teacher’s lecture, sometimes a firm one if he’s really agitated. Between being yandere, his gratitude for MC saving him from hell, and self-preservation, I can see it being a real struggle for him to reconcile with feelings of anger directed at MC.

Likewise, as I’ve stated above, Alice cares about other peoples’ feelings to an extent that it can be harmful to her. Instead of lashing out at Ian for cheating and telling him to fuck off like a lot of MCs would, she forgave him and reconciled because he said he was sorry and felt bad for the betrayal. She was figuratively and literally scarred by what he did, but she still tried to accept his apology as being enough to make up for how much pain he put her through.

A fight between Alice and Jack would be one where both parties would immediately be distressed about hurting the other. It would carry this quiet sense of frustration when they just want what’s best for the other person, but their partner can’t quite see that. This is doubly true when they’ve grown close enough to be lovers.

Alice has a tendency to go nonverbal when extremely stressed. When upset or thoughtful, she goes a bit quieter than usual. Not talking can cause trouble due to lack of communication.

It’s fortunate then that Jack has the powers he does and can pick up on the more “out loud” thoughts Alice has. Though, if her mind is more chaotic, it’ll just come across as confusing noise. I doubt mind reading is an easy thing to do after all. Emotions are easier to read relatively.

An example of a minor fight I have in mind for the pair after they become lovers is after Jack seduces Alice while Shaun is over. Being overheard during such an intimate moment is humiliating for her, and she can’t help but feel ashamed for making her friend uncomfortable and for being so brazen as to have sex while he was there. It’s hard for her not to feel irritated at Jack for convincing her to do it, and she isn’t quite convinced that it wasn’t intentional, especially since he promised to help her keep quiet, only for him to get especially intense at the end. She’s as much angry with herself as she is him and mortified as well.

Jack absolutely did intend for Shaun to hear them going at it. He won’t tell Alice a lie directly (just lies by omission), so he’s not going to be able to directly refute her if she accuses him. Rather, he would coo over her, trying to soothe her ire, and convince her that it’s not as big of a deal as she’s feeling like it is right now. She herself told Shaun they were together, so it really shouldn’t be a surprise to him. These things happen after all.

Jack would apologize for upsetting Alice, but he just couldn’t help himself. He just loves her so much, and she looked so beautiful in that moment that it was difficult to hold himself back. He just needed to hear her say his name while he filled her with his love.

The praise would certainly fluster Alice, especially since Jack would find gently touching her and pressing soft kisses onto her face would make it hard for her not to melt from his affection. When he apologizes for upsetting her, she can tell he means it, but she tries to remain stubborn and huffy even as she softens under his sweet words and touches. It’s only when he offers to do anything she wants to make it up to her does she finally relent. She says she’ll forgive him but only on three conditions - first, he can’t ever do that again. She doesn’t want to have to worry about people catching them when she wants to just focus on, well, loving each other. The second is that Jack will need to apologize to Shaun too. The third is he has to make her some chocolate chip cookies for dessert tonight.

Jack easily agrees to all these conditions and the two of them have cuddle time to soothe out any hard feelings. Even having to apologize to Shaun would be worth it (though how he goes about it is definitely going to sound more like bragging).

Alice being the one to irritate Jack would result in a bit more of a stern teacher vibe from Jack. I’ve shown a very brief instance of this in part of the vampire AU smut teaser.

For a moment, Alice just breathed as she tried to slow her racing pulse, allowing Jack’s reassurances flow over her like cool water on a burn. He… really wasn’t upset? He wasn’t disgusted by what she just did, by having to taste his own blood, by being kissed by a blood sucking parasite?

“Alice,” Jack said. His voice was still gentle, but there was an undercurrent of steel beneath the silk tones. “You did nothing wrong. You were perfect. You are perfect. Every inch of you is perfect.” He slid his hand up to her cheek and stroked it with his thumb as he gazed deeply into her eyes that were the same shade of pale blue as the sky at dawn. “I love you, all of you, including the part of you that enjoyed drinking my blood.”

A small gasp escaped Alice. Jack pinned her in place with the unwavering conviction in his dark brown eyes, the certainty of his words. He left no gap for doubt to squeeze into, making it impossible for her not to believe him. She drew in a shaky breath as he dragged his thumb along her lips, not caring that he stained the yellow fabric red.

Jack allowed his voice to soften, but he remained resolute as he peered deeply into his sunshine’s eyes. “Did it feel good?”

Jack heard Alice insulting herself and was upset by it. That’s why he got firm with her here. He can’t stand anyone hurting his sunshine, not even herself. This is another example of minor conflicts/arguments between them. While this is an AU, it’s likely instances like this will appear in Sunshine in Hell as well.

It’s unlikely fights between the pair are going to get much bigger than these examples. The idea of hurting the one they love is painful to consider. If they did unintentionally do something that caused real harm to the other... Well, I imagine they’d both have a similar need to apologize immediately. It would likely cause a feeling of insecurity and fear that would lead to the need for reassurance that they still love each other before they could completely talk through what happened.

In a lot of ways, their pasts have given them a similar need to please the one they love even if it means giving too much of themselves. Jack’s situation makes it pretty apparent why he would think that way. With Alice, a big part of the problem was her relationship with Ian and how it had a negative affect on her over time, particularly when it comes to communication.

Ian has issues with his mother. Because of her, he feels constantly at fault and is constantly apologizing for any real or perceived slight on his part. I can see there being a cycle of Alice gets upset or hurt by something, and because of his mother making him feel like anything negative happening in her life is his fault, instinctively he apologizes and feels bad when anyone shows such negative feelings even tangentially related to him.

Imagine venting about an awful day at school to your boyfriend, only for him to apologize and feel bad that he didn’t do more to make things better for you. After all, you both spent a lot of the day together... Then imagine this happening a lot... to the point that it feels like you can never complain about anything for fear that it might hurt the one you love.

Ian had a very hard life, and he more or less only had Alice to support him and make him happy. He depended on her. Over time as they got closer and cared for each other more deeply, it became harder to see him upset, especially if she was the cause of it. This led to her complaining about things less and less, depending on him for support less. She needed to be the strong one for both their sakes because she loved him, and he needed her.

Alice was carrying the bulk of the emotional burden in her relationship with Ian. If he did anything to upset or hurt her, he would apologize and feel awful to the point where it was like it hurt him more than it did her. Even if you love someone deeply, you can’t become their emotional crutch because eventually you’re going to break under the weight.

When you’re caught in a cycle of trying too hard to please your partner, especially if you’re not truly communicating, the relationship is going to break down. This is why things between Ian and Alice turned so toxic that there was no hope of repairing their relationship after he cheated.

This plays a big part in why Alice struggles to let Jack take care of her. This also plays a part in why she wants to take care of him when they first met. She’s used to taking care of others. She’s gotten into the habit of not being a burden on others. She dismisses her own pain, suffering, and discomfort because over time she learned that causes harm to those she cares about.

The key difference in the two relationships is communication. Jack and Alice have this connection that allows them to feel each other’s emotions, and they can even catch thoughts from one another. A lot of unspoken things come across better, allowing them to get across what they mean even when words don’t convey everything.

What also helps is that Jack doesn’t take everything negative that happens in Alice’s life in his vicinity as something that’s his fault that he needs to apologize for. Apologies tend to become worthless when they’re applied to every situation... especially if things just keep happening to require another apology again, and again, and again...

Alice and Jack are fortunate to have found each other and to have the connection they do. They can recognize when the other is giving too much and call them on it kindly. They can understand what it’s like to feel like they have to be constantly pleasant and not show their unpleasant or weaker sides. Chapter 5 of Sunshine in Hell gave a glimpse of this when Jack slipped up by showing some of his trauma, only for Alice to comfort him and tell him he doesn’t have to pretend to be okay.

Ultimately, between their personalities and the situation they’re in, it’s unlikely that Jack and Alice will ever have a large fight. The conflicts they have will be relatively minor, and ironically it’s when they feel more confident that they’ll be able to show their more unpleasant sides without being afraid that it’s going to do harm to each other and their relationship.

By that point, they might wind up having more playful disagreements that are more for show and to tease each other than anything else. Their more legitimate fights will mostly be small enough to be resolved with a lot of cuddles, cooing, and maybe some cookies.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

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inventors-fair · 2 years

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Word on the Street: P&C Runners-up ~

Our runners-up this week are @curiooftheheart, @deg99, and @shakeszx!

@curiooftheheart — Traumatic Flashbacks

Honestly, this is one of those times where the art direction might be a little too much, or at least it would have to be done in a specific way, because wow, this name is on the nose. Good incorporation, though, I like it. The madness is an interesting touch; I wonder what UB Madness would look like as an archetype somewhere? It was done...kind of in SOI but Madness was kind of available everywhere because of delirium and whatnot. No matter, still a lot of fun things to take into account. This having to be pretty much a one-of because it’s kinda impossible to recur for value is a bit of an interesting choice, actually. I wonder what the rest of the set would look like.

And you know what, because there needs to be a second paragraph, I think that the only part that could have potentially edged this up into a winner’s seat would have been either a super-strong line of flavor text or a super-strong art direction. Aside from that, I mean, no notes, it’s clean and it’s interesting. Perhaps the name being so on-the-nose with a contemporary notion is what could guide it towards the viewer (or, I mean, me the judge) asking about the more specific side of things. Specificities drive intrigue. You feel me?

@deg99 — Spectacle Fighter

Spectacle and Fight, heh, I feel you. Clever clever clever. Now, I wanna go over the good of this card, and that’s that you really put the brakes where the needed to go. Like, good lord, in some kind of right Commander build, this card is busted open like a fault line, but in a draft environment, when you pull this you better believe you’re getting value out of it. It’s gonna make them bleed, or at least it better if it’s gonna perform. I love the trample here and how much that impacts the board. The art’s a little squished for me, personally, but you mentioned how you like it, and you know what? This character’s got character for me. They’re a pugilist, they’re gonna smack down. I feel what you want to convey.

Elephant in the room time: “create a X treasure tokens.” As I mentioned in the winners, gotta capitalize Treasures in rules text, and that little grammatical issue is one of those bop-you-on-the-noggin-with-a-newspaper moments that’s less of a genuine critique and more of a jocular reminder to proofread. The card’s strong and impactful and I wonder if that’s actually biasing me a little towards cards that stand out on their own in these contests sometimes. I’mma have to consider that for the next contest. Still, no matter. We’ve got a whole long road ahead, filled with fists, and hopefully less grammatical errors.

@shakeszx — Spell Mastery

“...okay, here’s what I’ll say about that card, here’s my critique there, here’s some wording there, here’s—wait. That’s really funny.” And so, my thought process brought me back to this card, because it really IS kind of funny! Not necessarily the flavor text, but the card itself. It’s perfect little gem that makes me wonder if it can be infinite’d. Hm... It would take a little bit, but I think that this plus Inexorable Tide shenanigans would be absolutely delightful, as the Tide always is. As a limited card, I’m certain that it would shape gameplay, and also that it would be absolutely unplayable. It’s so neat, though, and hell yeah cantrip central! In constructed formats, though... I wonder if UB Storm brews would have fun with it. Getting to basically copy every fourth spell with cantrip after cantrip would add a touch more consistency. T1, land, T2, Baral, T3, this, T4, more guaranteed win. Hm! Curious.

I’m getting ahead of myself. The flavor text is a bit of a sticking point for me, honestly. I don’t think that the goblins of Ravnica are necessarily smart, but they’re smarter than most, and they’ve displayed the ability to write accurately like on GRN’s Goblin Electromancer and in general, they’re a bit more scientific, even when they’re doing dumb stuff. Why make a boom? Izzet mages are better than that! Or at least, that’s how I feel about how this card should have angled; I’m not sure what the point is of turning them into pretty generic goblin-y things, y’know? Still, the card’s fun, and the flavor text is still fun in its own way. Count that for what you wanna.

Commentary up as soon as I’m done with it! @abelzumi

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #magic word name contest #runners up #inventor's fair #commentary

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tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r · 7 months

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i dont really know much about american girl dolls but i think theyre really cool! do you think you could tell me about your favorite one?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YES YES YESSSSSSS! IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS AGHHHHHHHHH OMG OMG OMG.

Okay um... I didn't just do that. Fr fr. No I'm cool.

Okay... who do I infodump about? I read Caroline Abbott, cécile Ray, and Marie Grace Gardener's books growing up, but I own Kit and Maryellen.

I think imma go with Kit Kittridge, from 1930's Cincinnati, Ohio

OKAY SO. I NEVER READ ANY BOOKS PAST MEET SO I REALLY DONT KNOW TOO MUCH BUT I WATCHED THE MOVIE SO...

her meet outfit looks like this

"Shes (not) a faking lying blone schemer and her name isn't Kit... ITS MARGRET"

Had to throw a total drama reference in there, but it's true. Her real name is Margaret Mildred Kittridge. She was named after her mom and like... grandma, but like she wasn't her grandma? Idk it's hard to explain. I know what I mean so I guess it works. She got the name Kit because when she was a kid her father sang this song that went like "pack up your troubles in your old kit bag" and kit loved it so she would always say "dad! Sing the Kit song!" And the name stuck. (The song is a bop and I obsessively listened to it last year when I first heard the actual song.)

Idk if you want to listen to it it's there. I did research on it but that's a whole separate thing. Also yes it does use the f slur. It was regarding cigarettes (damn British people)

Okay... storyline (I remember the movie more. I only read the beforever book too so my memory of the actual story is a bit tainted. And because the beforever books are honestly horrible because they cut out legitimately the entire story to make it shorter, I will be referring to the movie.)

So the movie starts out with kit going to her brother Charlie's place of work to turn in a newspaper she wrote herself (he works at the Cincinnati News thingy. Idk I don't read the news.) In the book he is living at home about to leave for uni, and he doesn't go because they are too poor. So this guy is like "hey this is a giant company... we can't take ur newspaper sorry" and she goes home.

When she gets there there are two hobos who need a job for some food and she brings them to her mom so they can get some. Tbh I can't remember their names. One is this like... tall white boy, and the other is a child. He isn't white. He's prolly black but idk. The mom, Margret is hanging out with Judgy socialites and she is nice but the others are not. One of them makes a comment about how it's disgusting how they don't have a place to live (keep her in mind she is important later.) Then her and three other girls go into a treehouse together and take an oath of allegiance to the treehouse club. It's basically about women who did great things like Amelia Earheart. In it is her best friend Ruth-Ann "Ruthie" Smithens, and two other girls. They are sisters and live across the street.

Unfortunately in the middle of the oath the look outside to see the girls mom weeping outside the house, and all of their furniture being moved out. A foreclosure sign was being nailed into their front yard. Both girls ledt to never be seen again. Seriously where did they go? Anyway this didn't really affect our unvothered queen Kit and she decided to write a newspaper article about it for her father to read. (In the book he came home in a car, in the movie he walked. Idk why tbh.) It deeply bothered him and he had a sad demeaner

Nothing really happens for a bit if I remember right, until she goes on a little trip to the store or something and she sees a little dog with a sign that says "name is grace. Can't feed anymore" and she begs her mom to get her. She reluctantly says yes and suddenly a man runs by with a stolen wallet. He has a parrot tattoo. Remember that for later too.

That night her snobby rich uncle came over and raged over the fact they adopted a dog and nothing else really happened. He has more importance in the books I think.

Anyway. Remember that socialite from earlier? Yeah. She becomes homeless. Karma. Margret, who felt they were doing fine invited her to live with them, and she did. She moved in with her son whatsitsface or whatever. Idk he's not #girlpower or whatever. He is girlypop. Defo fr. Anyway in the book he's like "frail" or whatever and kit hates him for it. So not slay kit. Be nice to him (I just rememyhis name was Stirling.)

Anyway her dad comes home from work and is concerned about the fact they moved in and then kit goes to school. There is a bully and Stirling essentially tar and feathered him (kits school outfit ft. Maryellen because this is the only one I took btw)

Anyway so basically they're taking a field trip to the food kitchen to help the less fortunate and kit sees her dad and throws a hissy fit saying she hates her dad or something. In the book he just sold the car and that's what set her off. He went to Chicago or something and she got so mad and typed on the typewriter about how stupid Chicago was and money and how she hated her dad, then scrapped the letter and wrote about how cool the boarders she took in were. Yes boarders. The ones in the book seem lame. It was like a few teachers and a doctor or something idk. In the movie tho, a dancer, a librarian, a magician, then of course Stirling and his mom.

Nothing really happens for a while excepy that those two hobos have been working for them still and Margret gives them the dad's old boots. That's important to know.

Kit goes to the hobo camp with Stirling, Ruthie, and the two hobos and she writes a newspaper about it. She tries to get this one published but fails again.

Then she goes home and her family and all boarders put their values into a box and hid it in the house because Ruthies dad (a rich banker who keeps none of his money in the bank) was robbed. Actually it was robbed by some guy... no someone they know. They had kits dad's shoes. YES JT WAS THE HOBOS. but they wouldn't do that... would they? No... because the culprit has a parrot tattoo and neither had that!!!

So basically they were framed... but by who?

No time to figure it out because the kitties were robbed and their house was foreclosed. They had only a little bit to move out, but until that one of the boarders' cousins moved in. Kit saw that he had a tattoo and investigated his room while they were gone. She found EVERYTHING that was stolen, and chased them down. They found her Ruthie and Stirling and they got into this epic chase. Because they could read hobo they figured out which way the camp was and switched the sign backwards. The hobos knew them, and liked them, so they hid them when the people came (the magician, his cousin, and the librarian oddly enough) and they threatened the hobos. Basically the popo caught them or something and the other hobos were released (oh yeah I forgot to mention the short one ended up being trans omg)

Kit won her family a cash reward because it turned out they were like major criminals, then she wrote a newspaper article, got it published, and got like 3k in modern day money from it. They were saved.

Thanksgiving day came up and it was pretty normal, except now there were boarders. Then the door rings. Kit jumps up thinking it's her dad and it ends up being every single hobo from camp bringing a different kind of hobo food. Also the trans one learned to read thats like a whole sub plot I forgot to mention. She reads in front of the whole group of people and everyone is happy, except for kit. She misses dad. All of a sudden in the isolating quiet of such a loud place she looks outside and sees a figure. HER DAD.

Anyway that was basically it tbh but here are some other outfits I have

#anon you just made my year tbh.#Kit J #kit kittridge #american girl #Lesbian icon

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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Take Me Home Tonight

Summary: Warren accidentally confesses to you and is forced to realize that he’s been in love with you for a while now. This is Evan’s warren lipka I just wanted to specify

Word Count: 2928

Warnings: None this is pure fluff, Warren being his usual goofy and incredibly hot self

You were having the time of your life right now, nothing was funnier than drunk Warren Lipka. He was the definition of a hot mess, one second he was grinding on some random lady on the dance floor and the next second he was passed out on the toilet, pants down and Spencer had to go and get him. You always volunteered to be their designated driver when they went out, you loved getting to see Warren like this. And because you would never get drunk in front of Warren, you knew you were a bold drunk and whatever you did he would never let you forget it.

You scanned the room trying to make sure you had eyes on them. Spencer was snoring with his head down surrounded by empty bottles and various wrappers, he was sitting at a table towards the center of the bar and Warren was near the front of the bar. He was currently fighting with some woman over the karaoke machine. Warren wrestled the microphone from her and her friends cussed him out before he flipped them off. He took the makeshift stage stumbling on the last step.

He squinted his eyes till he found you, you gave him a wave, water still in hand. He gave you a lopsided smile before pointing in your direction, pushing his hair back. “This one goes out to my girlfriend!” The crowd wolf whistled as they turned to face in your direction. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not his girlfriend!” You shouted back with a laugh.

“Yea but I wish you were!” He shouted back.

“Wait what.” You felt your eyes bulge out of your head and turn to look at Spencer, he had the same shocked look on his face. You looked at him for an explanation and he just shrugged his shoulders, as clueless as you were. Warren whispered something to the guy running the machine and a second later Eddie Money started blaring out of the speakers, drowning out your attempts to call him off the stage.

Warren bopped his head to the music, jerking his hips out, still pointing in your direction. “I feel a hunger, it’s a hunger, That tries to keep a man awake at night!” He began to sing and it was awful. He was basically screaming and his voice was raspy from all the alcohol. But he put up so much of a performance into the way he sang the audience didn't seem to care. He held eye contact with you slowly moving off the stage and towards you.

The spotlight followed his movements, the light creeping closer to your secluded corner of darkness. “Are you the answer?” Your heart pounded at the implication of his words and the way his eyes seemed alert. He continued singing until he was directly in front of you. He threw the cord around you and used it to pull you close, you stumbled into him catching yourself on his chest. He leaned forward, his close proximity making the hair on your arms stand up, he lowered his voice as he nudged the side of his head into yours. “I can feel you breathe, I can feel your heart beat faster…”

He watched you with half lidded eyes, moving closer, his lips nearly brushing against yours, but before you could make contact he pulled away from you nearly causing you to trip over the cord as he yanked it back towards him. He danced back towards the center of the bar and jumped up on the table where Spencer was at. He threw his head back and screamed out the lyrics “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT! I DON’T WANNA LET YOU GO ‘TIL YA SEE THE LIGHT!”

He waved his arm in the air, signaling the crowd to sing along with him. He nudged Spencer with his foot and he began to sing along with the rest of the bar patrons. They were all drunkenly sighing along with Warren, their gazes locked on you. He moved his arms around madly jumping up and down on the table, going absolutely crazy. You laughed watching him thrust his hips forward, matching the beat of the song. He pulled Spencer on the table with him and they both began to drunkenly sing to you, your face hurt from smiling so widely. You took out your phone and began to record their little song and dance. You also took a picture of drunk Warren pointing at you and screaming be my little baby. He had nearly slipped off the table while doing it, so it was all blurry and his eyes were wild. You made a mental note to make it your lockscreen later.

He started up at the chorus again, this time him and Spencer belting it accompanied by the other customers. “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT!” Warren jumped a little too close to the edge of the table and launched him and Spencer on the floor, knocking over the neighboring tables. You were doubled over in laughter, Warren hadn’t even stopped singing he just carried on as he laid on top of Spencer on the floor.

The security guard walked over to the two of them and picked them up by their shirt collars. He tried taking the microphone from Warren but he just held it closer still signing into it, even though the music had stopped. The security guard looked at you and called you over. “Come get your boyfriend!”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

“BUT HE WISHES HE WAS!” The bar patrons chanted together, remembering what Warren had shouted to you earlier. Your face burned in embarrassment as you want to collect them. Ripping the microphone from Warren’s hands as he whined and handed it to the security guard. The crowd cheered Warren on as you guys were escorted out, he bowed and blew kisses to the crowd. You had to drag him by his arm all the way to the car, Spencer just walked alongside you guys smiling to himself.

You shoved Warren into the passenger's seat and he groaned as he hit his head on the roof going in. Spencer laughed at him. “Shut up!” Warren called reaching into the back seat.

“Stop that!” You said, pulling him back into the front seat. You buckeld yourself in before starting up the car. “I can’t believe you got us kicked out of my favorite bar.” You scolded. You weren't really all that mad about being kicked out, you were more upset about the way Warren had said he wished you were his girlfriend. You knew that when Warren was drunk he would say and do just about anything so you learned not to take him seriously. But you had been crushing on him for years now and for a second you had felt a flicker of hope that he returned your affection.

Warren just pouted with his arms crossed for a moment before playing with your radio flicking through the channels. He smiled when he heard the song he was singing earlier again. “Oh no not again.” You said reaching over to turn the radio off, he smacked your hand away and kept his own covering the buttons.

“Warren.” You warned, glancing over to glare at him. He just smirked and started singing again.

“Come on (y/n) sing with me!”

“No.”

“I feel a hunger….” He leaned across to the seat getting really close to whisper in your ear. “Come on, you know you wanna sing with me. You know you wanna take me home tonight.” He slurred. You pushed him back into his seat laughing at his poor attempt at flirting. But it got you to play along.

“Oh yeah, I’ll take you home tonight.” You said in an over seductive voice, reaching over to run your hand up and down his thigh.

“Really?” He asked, biting his bottom lip.

‘Yeah I’m gonna take both your asses home and make sure you stay there.” You pushed your hand into his chest knocking him back into his seat.

He groaned, lulling his head to the side knocking it against the window with a soft bonk. “You’re no fun.”

You winked at him. “I know.” You softly hummed the tune to yourself the rest of the ride home and Warrens smiled to himself at watching you.

You dropped them both off at Warren’s place, he said his dad wasn't home so Spencer could crash there. Warren had nearly fallen down the stairs into the basement, but you caught him and propped him up. He blushed as you gently helped him lay down in bed and removed his shoes. You laid him down and he grabbed your hand as you moved to leave. “What, no goodnight kiss?” You rolled your eyes and moved back towards him. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, you made him lay back down and settled for a kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight Warren.” He was glad the lights were off so you couldn't see how red his face had gotten from your simple kiss. He hadn't expected you to do anything at all.

“‘Night.”

Warren woke up in the middle of the night, needing to pee. As he was washing his hands he was hit with a full memory of what had happened last night. He stumbled out of his room and made his way to Spencer who was passed out on the couch. “Dude.” He shook him. “Dude wake up!”

Spencer jolted awake. “What do you want Warren?”

“Did I do what I think I did last night?” Warren said slowly, his brows furrowed.

“If you’re asking if you indirectly confessed to (y/n) by serenading her with an Eddie Money song and then asking her to take you home tonight about a million times then yes.” Spencer curled back into himself hugging the blanket closer. He was always thankful when you made a bed for him. You always remember to give him a blanket and a pillow. Warren always forgot and he ended up having to use a newspaper or a couch cushion to keep warm. He turned back, opening one eye. “She also kissed you goodnight and left you a care package.”

“I’m sorry she kissed me?” Warren said, yanking Spencer's blanket away.

“Yes.” Spencer said bordely, blindly fumbling for his blanket. “On the forehead idiot, you asked her for a kiss and that’s all she gave you.”

“But she kissed me?”

“Yes. Now give me my blanket back.”

“One more thing.”

“What?” Spencer groaned, trying to get his blanket back. Warren kept holding it out of his reach.

“You said she left me a care package.”

“Yea, on the table.” Warren dropped the blanket back on Spencer and practically sprinted over to the table. “ But she left a gatorade for me too so don’t drink them both!” Spencer added before going back to sleep. There was a little wooden tray with a gatorade, an aspirin bottle and a whole bunch of little tricks to help with a hangover. He smiled at your sweet sentiment and downed some of the pills hoping they would ease his pounding head. He held the little care package in his hands, smiling at it unconsciously. You were always so thoughtful, you always took care of his dumbass and got him out of whatever trouble he managed to get into. You were always there for him when he needed you. He had always had lingering feelings for you but he’d brush it off as a crush, Warren Lipka didn't have “deep feelings.”

But the longer he looked at the care package you left him and as he reflected on the events of last night he couldn't deny it any longer. “Shit.” He mumbled running a hand down his face. Spencer had turned to look at him. “I’m in love with her.”

“You're just now realizing this.” Warren tossed a pillow at him and Spencer batted it away. “So what are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“I’m just gonna hold all my feelings in until I die.”

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

Spencer sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawned out his reply. “Just tell her you liked her like a normal person.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“What if…” Spencer sensed the change of tone in Warren’s voice and he now had his full attention. “What if she doesn't like me back. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Spencer bit his lip, debating on telling Warren what you had told him. Warren noticed Spencer's suspicious behavior and his eyes narrowed. “You know something.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.” Warren plopped onto the couch beside Spencer. “Tell me.”

“I’m not really supposed to-”

“Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell-”

“Okay!” Spencer huffed. Spencer looked around as if making sure you weren't there to overhear him. “She told me that she likes you.”

“WHAT?”

“Don’t yell, I still have a hangover.” Spencer groaned, pressing his fingers to his temple. He got you to take some aspirin, Warren followed.

“She likes me, since when??” Spencer bit his lip. Warren yanked his gatorade away. “How long has she liked me spencer?””

“Since high school.”

“WHAT?”

“Dude.” Spencer yanked his gatorade back. “I told you to stop yelling.”

“You knew that she liked me since high school and you never told me.”

“She made me promise not to tell.”

Warren glared at him. He wanted to be mad but the knowledge of you liking him outweighed his anger. “And you’re sure she still likes me?’

“Yeah.”

“Positive? This ain't something I can't take a risk on. I need to be one million percent sure.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Seriously?” Spencer signed. Warren glared at him and he rolled his eyes. “Yes I’m sure she still likes you.”

Warren went up the stairs of the basement taking two at a time and yanking the door open. “Where are you going?” Spencer called up.

“To go see her.”

“But you don’t have a car. And it’s the middle of the night.”

“I don’t care and I don’t need one.” Warren slammed the door shut on his way out. Spencer winced and went to lay back down. “That idiot is going to run there.” He grumbled.

You woke up to hear pounding on your door. You were still in bed and your roommate went to answer the door. She took one look out before slamming it shut. “Who is it?” You asked.

“Your hot friend.”

You got up and opened it, Warren was on the other side, bent over and breathing really hard. “Warren?”

“Hey.” He wheezed out.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“You know it’s like 4 in the morning right?”

“Mhmm.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re really sweaty and you sound like you’re dying.”

“I’m good just give me a minute.”

“Do you wanna come in?” Warren glanced behind you and saw your roommate leaning back in her chair, trying to see what was going on.

“Nah. I-'' He took a deep breath before starting again. “I kinda want us to be alone for this.”

You closed the door behind you and leaned against it waiting for him to continue. Warren stood back up, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. He was all disheveled, still dressed in his clothes from last night. But his shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his chest to you, you did you best not to look. “So.” He started off, looking down at the floor.

“So…”

“About last night.” Warren fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I meant what I said.” He looked up to see your reaction, you were watching him with wide eyes silently asking him to continue. “I really like you, like a lot. And I have for a while now but I was too scared to admit it. I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest, you were pretty sure the whole dorm could hear it. “You… you like me?”

“Yeah.” Warren rubbed the nape of his neck, his brown eyes staring into your own, waiting to see your answer.

You smiled and glanced down at the floor. “I like you too.”

“Really?” His voice was hopeful, the edges of his lips curling into a smirk.

“Yeah.” You guys stared at each other like idiots with wide smiles on your faces.

“So…” Warren started again this time a little more brave. ‘Would you maybe like to go out sometime?”

“I would love to.”

Warren pumped his first in the air. “Yes!” You laughed and went to open the door to your dorm. “As much as I love confessing to you in the hallway it’s the middle of the night. You should probably get back to bed.” He nodded. “So I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, I’ll call you later to set up our date.”

“Okay!”

You began to close the door before Warren rushed forward, he put his hands on the door frame, stopping you from closing it. “Wait! Can you uh, can you drive me home. I don't think I would survive running all the way back.”

“Sure.” you giggled, grabbing your keys and locking the door behind you. Warren smirked at you as you guys made our way down the hall.

“So what you’re saying is you’ll take me home tonight.” He sang the last part, winking at you. You pushed his shoulder.

“Don’t make me regret saying yes to going out with you.”

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royallyprincesslilly · 3 years

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Title: Kismet {13}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot, Slow Burn, Dialogue Heavy, Tiny Bit of Angst, Fluff

Words: 5.5k

Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

Note: In this chapter there is Italian with translations in English in bold italics. Translations are according to my memory of high school Italian and google translates.

Note II: Recommended listening when indicated by (***)“Your Man” by Josh Turner.

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As always, thank you so much for reading. ❤️❤️

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You woke to the sound of birds chirping, and low music that had a slight twang to it. You didn’t know what it was. You sat up, stretched and walked to the French doors in your room, and sighed out. It was yet another beautiful morning, given you hadn’t gotten more than maybe two hours of sleep. Remembering what Henry said about leaving early you went into motion getting yourself together. After a thirty-minute shower, you spent the next twenty getting dressed, doing your hair, and putting on a lite layer of makeup. It wasn’t anything fancy, just some eyeliner, mascara, a little eye shadow, your trusted facial glow spritz, and neutral-colored lip-gloss. Once satisfied with your appearance, you walked out of the room rolling two of your suitcases behind you.

That was when you were finally able to make out the music. Dear lord, you thought as you stopped in your tracks halfway to the kitchen where it was coming from. It was country music.

“He listens to country music?”

***

You slowly walked to the door of the kitchen and saw Henry in jeans, and a tight-fitting t-shirt flipping through a newspaper and sipping from a small porcelain cup. As he drank and read he bopped his head. Somehow he looked in his element. When you heard him begin to sing along your jaw dropped.

“I hope you understand. I’ve been thinkin’ bout this all day long. Never felt a feeling quite this strong. I can’t believe how much it turns me on. Just to be your man.”

He sounds good, you thought. The musical crescendo rose and Henry did a little spin and dance. All he needed was a cowboy hat and a wild west saloon and he’d fit right in. Working overtime to keep your laughter at bay you continued watching. When the music died down and the singing began again Henry turned to you. The embarrassment on his face was the most adorable thing. He approached you swaying as if he intended to pull you into a dance.

“Oh no,” you began.

“Oh yes.”

You turned to escape but he was quicker. Henry wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulled you back and into him. With your hands braced on his chest, Henry never stopped swaying. Then he began singing along again and you danced together while staring into each other’s eyes.

“Ain’t nobody, every love nobody, the way that I love you. We’re alone now, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to. Lock the door and turn the lights down low. Put some music on that’s soft and slow. Baby, we ain’t got no place to go. I hope you understand, I’ve been thinkin’ bout this all day long. Never felt a feeling that was quite this strong. I can’t believe how much it turns me on. Just to be your man,” Henry sang holding you completely captivated and mesmerized.

You were barely breathing. It wasn’t just how deep his voice was, or the fact that you were so close, or even the way he was staring at you, it was the words he sang with ease.

“I can’t believe how much it turns me on. Just to be your man.”

Slowly the music faded and it was just the two of you standing together, holding each other in silence. The air in the room was heavy and intoxicating. You felt Henry’s hand at the small of your back flex then release before he slowly released you with a lopsided smile.

“Thank you for the dance.”

He walked back to the counter where he’d been standing before and took a long drag from his cup. It gave you time to find your voice and pretend like your panties weren’t ruined at eight in the damn morning.

“Did you get any sleep?”

“Ehm, yeah, an hour or two,” you squeaked out.

Henry picked up a European-style coffee pot then nudged his head for you to follow him, which you did. He passed your luggage and brought you to the back where all your meals had been enjoyed. He’d made breakfast and laid it all out. Henry put the coffee pot down and pulled out your chair. After you sat, he poured you some of the coffee and added all the extras, making it just the way you liked.

“You start on that and I’ll bring your luggage to the door.”

He walked away but before he disappeared you caught a glimpse of his perfectly toned ass in those denim jeans. Sublime, you thought before you dug into the food. As you chewed and sipped your coffee you took in the view you still hadn’t gotten used to. It was downright picturesque. When Henry came back you’d finished your fruit salad and nearly all your coffee and moved on to the cheese Danish. After he’d taken a few bites you spoke.

“How do you leave this view?”

His smile was boyish and prideful. “By knowing I’ll be back.”

You nodded. He would be back. This was his place. By looking around over the last week and change you’d noticed that this place was well lived in. Everything in the house spoke and told a story of happy gatherings and fun-filled days.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just thank you,” you said again. Henry took you in for a few moments before he softly smiled then nodded.

“You’re welcome. Eat up, our flights’ in a little under two hours.”

You ate in comfortable silence. That was when you weren’t trying to pry hints from him about where your next destination was. Henry remained tight-lipped, keeping all his secrets all the while teasing you mercilessly. Once you’d finished eating, your phone went off. It was the ringtone you’d designated for friends and family. You could guess who it was even before looking at the screen. When you did, you smiled, finding yourself right, it was your mother.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this.”

“Of course, please.”

You stood and walked further into the yard toward the pool.

“Hi, mom.”

“Aliya. Where in the world are you? Rob said you’re taking a vacation. Vacation?”

You snorted, understanding why she sounded so shocked and confused.

“Yes, mother.”

“Are you in Ireland?”

“No.”

“Then where? An actual vacation? You don’t take vacations. Is something wrong? Are you all right?”

You continued to walk around the perimeter of the pool enjoying the gentle breeze that carried the scent of lavender and lemons through the air.

“I’m taking a much needed and deserved one,” you filled in.”

The silence on the line stretched a few seconds. You knew you’d caught her off guard. She’d been trying to convince you to take a vacation as recent as a few weeks ago before you got on a plane to France.

“Wow. That’s wonderful. I am so relieved, but I have to know what prompted this? I saw you a few weeks ago and you were so flippant about it.”

“Um—stress. I was burning out, mom. I felt an attack coming and needed to—chill.”

“Are you doing okay?”

“Yes, I’m good. I’m enjoying this thing they call free time.”

Your mother chuckled jovially. You loved her laugh. You had so many fond memories of her laugh from when you were a child.

“That’s good love. I’m glad to hear that. When will you be coming back?”

You faced out to the fields and took a deep breath. “Not sure. Sort of playing it by ear.”

“I’m overjoyed you still know to do that,” she teased.

“You’re not funny, mom.”

“All right, baby. Keep in touch with us so we know you’re okay.”

“I will mama.”

“I also know you’re not with Alicia or Amaya. I want to know who you’re with but—I will not nag right now.”

“Why do I have to be with anyone? Have you met me?”

“Ha! Nice try, an alone vacation? You? Not likely,” your mother shaded making your jaw drop.

“Wow, mom.

You laughed together for several moments. You took notice that even your laugh was different. It didn’t feel forced or constrained as it had before. You glanced back to where Henry sat. He was on the phone but a few seconds after you looked at him he spun to look at you and flash a smile that nearly had your knees buckling but did send butterflies fluttering in your belly.

“Oh boy. Eh-em, I have to go, mom.”

“All right honey. Take care of yourself. We love you.”

“Love you too mom.”

You ended the call and stood there a little longer taking it all in and allowing your emotions to settle. Once they had, you walked back to Henry who met you with a toothy smile.

“Everything all right?”

“Yes, my mom. She heard I took a vacation and freaked out. It’s been so long since I did this they don’t know what to do.”

Henry leaned back in his chair and wiped his mouth. “Well, you’re in good hands, she can rest assured.”

You smiled and finished the rest of your limonatta while taking in the last of the French air. After the two of you had cleaned up and threw everything away you got into the taxi. As you drove, you took your final pictures of the area that you’d grown to really like for its peacefulness, beautiful views, and kind people. Without him knowing, you even snapped a few of Henry with the cliffside and ocean just behind him. You wanted one to remember him just like this.

Almost forty minutes later, you made it to the airport and watched Henry take lead and control of everything. He spoke in French to everyone that approached to help and even the airport staff. When you were seated on the small aircraft with your bags situated and buckled in you tried to stay calm. You hated take off. Everything else you could handle but takeoff and landing were your least favorite parts of the flying experience. Every five or so seconds, you fidgeted, either trying to get a comfortable position or trying to distract yourself from what was next. Realizing nothing was helping, you closed the shade on the window and closed your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m good, all good,” you downplayed.

“Are you sure? You don’t look good. Most people leave that open for take-off for the view,” Henry pointed out nodding to the shade you’d just closed.

“Not me. I hate the view.”

He looked curious now turning more to you so he could study you. After a few seconds, he spoke again.

“You’re not afraid of heights are you?”

His smile was more of a grin, one that was meant to tease you. Closing your eyes you tried to ignore him.

“Oh, my word. Really?”

“Yes,” you groaned out. “I don’t like ridiculous heights. I freak out. I also don’t like takeoff and landing,” you confessed.

“Wow.”

He looked stunned speechless.

“I know, it’s quite sad. It’s after all part of my job to fly. I fly at least ten times a month. I know, it’s laughable.”

Henry’s smile only got wider and wider.

“Calm down. It’s okay, you’ll be fine,” he soothed.

You nodded although you didn’t believe him. You groaned out in frustration and it was then Henry took your hand in his. Your eyes dropped to his hand before looking up at him.

“I have you,” Henry said calmly and steadfastly. It was touching.

While the plane sped down the runway Henry kept your hand firmly in his and even though you squeezed it like a vice, he didn’t let go. When the aircraft began lifting, you squealed and then turned into him slamming your face into his shoulder. Henry brought his other hand around you holding you to him.

“It’s all right. Just breathe, Aliya. I’m right here. Focus on my voice and count with me. One, two, three, four,” Henry began.

It took you a few moments to count with him.

“Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.”

“That’s it. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen,” Henry continued.

“Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three.”

Your counting continued as the plane ascended to the desired altitude, but once the shaking faded, your counting slowed and by the time you reached fifty, all was calm. Slowly you pulled back and met Henry’s eyes.

“You did it. It’ll be smooth sailing from here,” he said with a soft smile.

You sighed out and dropped your forehead back on his shoulder and breathed several relieved breaths. You felt the lite pressure of his mouth on top of your head and closed your eyes, inhaling his scent. Smooth sailing, you repeated in your head over and over praying for it to be true.

~~~~~~~~~

-3 Hours Later-

Once you got off of the plane and made it inside the airport with Henry you kept surveilling your surroundings trying to piece together any clues to figure out where you were. There was nothing around to give anything away, but when the intercom announcement came on, you got all the clues you needed. Italian. A wide smile spread across your face as you turned to look at Henry. His eyes met yours but his smile was coy.

“Really?”

“Che Cosa? (What?)”.

You giggled and shook your head. “I really had no idea.”

“I know. Pleased?”

You thought about it for a few seconds then nodded. “Very pleased.”

Henry’s smile spread wider while your eyes lingered for several moments longer.

“Eh-em, Let me get the bags,” Henry announced, breaking eye contact.

He tipped his hat lower then walked away leaving you in a safe spot. You watched him walk toward the baggage claim area and wondered how long it had been since he’d had to claim his own luggage and if he had any coordination to do so. You sat in plain view of the area and began scrolling through your phone checking social media. You had no intention of checking anything else. When you heard the buzz and announcement declaring that luggage would be released you looked back to Henry just in time to see him grab one of your bags and effortlessly lift it off of the belt to the floor.

“Wow.”

Leaning closer to the clear glass wall, you watched as he lifted bag after bag from the belt. With every lift, the gun show drew your attention and that of a few women that were nearby. He was a beautiful man, with a beautiful body. There was no denying that. You smiled to yourself and tried to ignore the feeling creeping up inside of you that was similar to pride.

Once you made it outside with your bags, you were met by a tall and slender man with a full head of curly black hair and kind eyes. He held a white cardboard sign that had “Mr. C” scribbled on it.

“Signore Cavill? (Mr. Cavill?)”

“Sì che è me. (Yes, that’s me)”, Henry replied while shaking the man’s hand.

“Bene, benvenuto in Italia. Il mio nome è Vincenzo I sarà il driver. Si prega mi permetta di prendere cura dei vostri bagagli. si prega di mettersi in. (Good, welcome to Italy. My name is Vincenzo I will be your driver. Please let me take care of your bags. Please get in).

Vincenzo opened the backdoor and waited for you to slide in. Henry being the perfect gentleman he was allowed you to get in first, then he followed and left the bags for the driver to handle. Once you and Henry got comfortable, his phone began to ring. With his phone in hand, he glanced at the ID then smiled fondly.

“Give me one second. Hello, Mom. I’m good. Yes, I am taking care of myself. No, I don’t need you guys to come out. If you want to get away the house is free. I’ve moved on to a different spot. Italy. In the capital of good food and wine, of course. I’ll call you later I’m still at the airport. Bye, love you too mom.”

You couldn’t help but smile overhearing the conversation. Your mother always told you to get involved with a man who loved and treated his mother with respect because the chances of him loving and treating you the same was high. You could hear the adoration in his voice.

“Sorry.”

“No worries. So Italy huh.” Henry nodded. “How long are we here?”

With a small smile and a nonchalant shrug, Henry replied, “As long as we are going to be.”

You snorted and shook your head. He was really enjoying this, you thought to yourself.

“I thought after we settle in the villa we could get some food.”

“Villa?”

“Villa. Hotels aren’t that private and I rather my vacations to be as private as possible,” he explained.

Part of you understood what he meant but the other part—a small part wondered how much privacy really meant.

“So—you’re a private person?”

“I am about the things that matter. If I don’t have to be in the spotlight I shy away from it,” Henry explained.

That was when any vague thoughts kicked themselves up several notches and you turned things to yourself.

“Do you hate being photographed or asked for autographs?

He didn’t speak right away. He looked as if he were thinking or picking and choosing what to say. “I don’t hate it, it’s part of the job but I won’t go out seeking it.”

Anytime you went out you were photographed. It didn’t matter what you were doing or who you were with. It was always a cat and mouse game and over the years you’d had to get creative with ways to maintain some semblance of privacy. Inevitably privacy meant something different to you than it did to others. You were so lost in your thoughts, you almost missed Henry speaking. You only caught his mouth moving.

“What?”

“Hm? Oh uh—nothing,” you rushed out with a soft smile hoping he believed it.

“It’s something,” he flipped back onto you, totally not believing you. You took your time trying to find the right words. It was good this was coming up now rather than months later when both of you were too deep in.

“Em, it’s just---it’s hard in my life to keep a lot of things private. To be truthful, it’s about as improbable as it is to get rain in the desert.”

You saw he understood your meaning instantly. Henry nodded then looked ahead of him before he looked back to you.

“I can imagine.”

What were you supposed to do with that reply, you thought before you continued. “I mean of course I keep a lot of things private and I protect what I can but--where I am now, it’s really hard.”

Henry nodded again as he studied you.

“It must suck.”

“A lot of the times, but I’ve developed ways to just deal with it.”

The look on his face said he wanted to ask something but he was hesitating. You sat patiently and waited for him to bring it up.

“Would you like more privacy?”

“Sure, I guess. There’s nothing wrong with more privacy.

Again he nodded rather than speaking, and with that nod, your anxiety nearly went haywire.

“Just--.” You sighed not liking your choice of words, so you started again. “For you--being anywhere near me privacy will most likely be something that’s an issue. A big one.”

Henry looked away from you then.

“I—I guess--I’m asking if privacy is a deal-breaker,” you finally rushed out.

Henry’s head snapped back to you and the look on his face said he hadn’t expected the question and he didn’t know the answer. Before he could reply, the drive got into the car and sighed.

“Va bene signor Cavill siamo pronti. Amalfi Horizon. Dovremmo essere lì in trenta minuti. (Okay Mr. Cavill we are ready. Amalfi Horizon. We should be there in thirty minutes).”

You looked away from Henry and out your window while trying to keep your pounding heart steady.

“Ah, Meraviglioso grazie Vincenzo. (Ah, Wonderful, thank you Vincenzo).”

Neither of you spoke again. You kept your eyes glued to your window taking in the scenery you passed and tried to ignore the presence of the gorgeous man beside you and the huge elephant sitting between you. Allowing your thoughts to run wild, you thought about things.

While both of you were in the entertainment business and were maximumly exposed because of your chosen career, your experiences and preferences were completely different. In the beginning, you hated the lack of privacy. You hated being followed everywhere and getting pictured in your less than favorable moments but as the years passed and you developed into the woman you were, you started to care less and less and refused to let it lessen the way you lived your life. With him, while the world knew who he was and he was also pictured everywhere, looking at his social media you knew he kept plenty of things private and even kept the media at a certain distance.

You worried that your lack of privacy and level of fame would be a deal-breaker for him. After fifteen minutes or so, you’d worked out that it was a very real possibility that it was a deal-breaker and when the car stopped he would say you weren’t worth the trouble or discomfort with the paps. By the time twenty minutes passed, you’d become annoyed with the possibility. It had become crazy to you because before you couldn’t have cared less if your level of fame and lack of privacy would be a point of difficulty for a relationship. You would have shrugged it off and kept it moving. You wouldn’t have worried that anyone thought you weren’t worth the trouble of getting close to. You hated this change.

When the car rolled up to the villa, your jaw dropped from the beauty before you. Anna and Christen Grey who, you thought. It was that breathtaking and the backdrop of the coast only made it that much better. When the driver opened your door, you thanked him and stood there taking in the scenery and sweet but strong scent of the water nearby.

“Mmm, this is so refreshing.”

After a few moments, you looked back and realized Henry was waiting for you with the bags. The two of you walked inside and you automatically stopped in the foyer taking in the images that were etched into the ceiling. It was like walking into the Vatican museum. Being the lover of art that you were, you didn’t bother budging and just gaped at the ceiling.

“Okay, so this is it. They said there are three bedrooms so whichever one you like is yours,” Henry began snapping you back to reality. You nodded, tearing your eyes away from the ceiling, but not looking at him.

“Would you like to take a look around or settle in?”

Smiling, you replied, “Let’s take a look.”

Complying, Henry led the way. You walked around the first floor finding everything to ease. The floorplan was logical and from it, you could tell it was probably kept as close to the original construction as possible. The modern elements that were throughout only added to its old meet new charm. When you got to the back you stopped in your tracks.

“Wow!”

“Wow is an understatement.”

“I think you’re right,” he added.

Your eyes didn’t know what to look at, there was so much tranquil beauty. Off to the right, you could even see citrus trees with ripe lemons and the most interesting gradient-colored oranges. You pointed them out to Henry who smiled and nodded.

“This is incredible.”

You quietly stood there for several minutes, taking it all in. You knew already you were going to love being here. The view itself screamed relaxation.

“Before we leave I have to get on those rocks,” you said pointing to the rock formations off in the near distance. Henry smiled, and before he looked away your stomach chose then to growl. Henry’s chuckle echoed over sprawling lawns of the back of the house.

“I’m starving.”

“Let’s get some lunch and feed you then. Go on, pick a room.” You nodded then walked off on the hunt to find the bedrooms. After dipping your head in a library, a billiards room, an art room, and a room that looked like it were meant to watch the stars from the glass-domed ceiling you found a bedroom and took it rather than searching for any others.

As you were making your way back downstairs for your bags you met Henry along the way who had your luggage in hand. You led the way to the room you’d chosen and let him place your luggage in a corner of the room. You noticed then there was a balcony that gave even better views of the Mediterranean.

“Give me a few and I’ll meet you downstairs,” Henry said before he ducked out of the bedroom leaving you to gawk at the view again.

You made your way downstairs after a few minutes and began taking pictures of the back again. When you heard the deep baritone of Henry’s voice behind you, the two of you set off on the search. As soon as you stepped outside, you saw another fancy sports car waiting.

“Another huh?”

Henry shrugged and flashed a cheeky grin. “What can I say? I’m a car man.”

He opened the passenger door for you, then waited for you to slip in to shut it and jog around to the driver’s side. The drive was scenic and it worked to distract you from the lack of conversation. You didn’t mind, you were loving the feel of the breeze and sunshine on your skin.

It didn’t take long for you to pull into the nearby town and find an accessible parking spot, then a restaurant to duck into. Once you were seated with the ocean in view you sighed.

“Jeez, it’s gorgeous.”

“Ever been to Amalfi?”

“Long time ago. When I take time off it’s either the Caribbean, Australia, or Ireland,” you added.

“Guess not adventurous goes for your time off too.”

You snorted then shrugged. “Nowhere better than those places for me so there’s no need for me to try.”

“Oh, so Bandol?”

“Was amazing,” you filled in.

“And here?”

You smiled widely, “Will be equally as amazing.” A giggle followed your words.

Henry smiled showing off those perfect white teeth. “I get it. Nothing comes close to where you have roots. It’s the same way for me and Bailiwick.”

“See. It’s the draw and pull to a home base, a connection to the land. However, Italy and France are great too.”

A woman approached your table with a warm smile and hair that was not quite brown but not quite red. “Welcome. English?”

You and Henry nodded at the same time then laughed.

“No problem. Welcome,” the waitress began. “My name is Vivienne. I’ll serve you today. Do you know what you’d like?”

Henry motioned to you giving you the go ahead to order first. You skimmed the drinks menu for a few moments and pieced something together.

“A limonatta would be great.”

“Any particular flavor to it?”

“No, as is will be fine,” you clarified.

“I’ll have the same,” Henry said.

“And for your meal?”

“Baked five cheese Ziti, please. Feel free to be generous with the cheese.” Henry smiled and shook his head. He was no doubt beginning to realize what an important role food played in your world and you weren’t ashamed to show it.

“Stromboli, please.”

“Wonderful. Excellent choices. Okay, I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

Vivienne walked off and your eyes went right back to the ocean.

“You didn’t even look at the food menu.”

You smiled again realizing you’d been caught and would have to admit. “I’m sure ziti is on it. We’re in Italy.”

Henry laughed, throwing his head back giving you a glimpse of his Adam's apple and the sprigs of hair peeking out from under his polo shirt. Your table slowly returned to normal and the silence stretched for several moments making you awkwardly play with your fingers on the table before even realizing it.

“It’s not a deal-breaker,” Henry abruptly announced.

Your eyes slowly met his but you made sure to keep them expressionless. After studying him for almost a minute you spoke, “You should really think about that.”

“I did. I thought about it long before we got here, before I asked you to holiday with me, before I ever kissed you.”

You were utterly speechless. He had such a way with words and that way often left you speechless and breathless.

“Honestly I love what is left of my privacy when I step away from promos and events and in the beginning the adjustment to giving any portion of it away was tough, but I made it.”

You glanced away from him and back to the water, unsure you could keep eye contact for his answer to your next question. “Do you really want to possibly make another adjustment to very little to no privacy?”

Henry released a slow ragged breath and remained quiet for a little while. “It’s not a deal-breaker, Aliya.”

You looked back to him and studied him some more. Had he truly thought this through? Was he truly prepared to for this all meant? A small part of you was leery but the biggest part was relieved. You sighed out, then took a deep breath.

“You have to be sure. It’s not something that you can go back on once you give it up. Once you give it up it's gone no matter what happens,” you cautioned.

“Why do you sound like you’re trying to ward me off?”

“I’m not trying to ward you off. I’m trying to ensure you know what you’re possibly getting into. I’m the kind of person who doesn’t like bad surprises and this would be a bad one. I am usually photographed everywhere, or most places. Even if it’s just working out, if I’m out with someone they get the pic, and plaster it across the magazine pages, on their blogs, social media--everywhere. I couldn’t keep Travis and Jesse a secret--.”

“Let me stop you there. I’m not trying to keep anything a secret. I’ve tried living my life under the radar and keeping those I’m with a secret but that doesn’t end well. I want to live my life authentically on every front,” Henry explained his voice full of confidence.

It was refreshing. Not many people wanted to live as their authentic selves. Everyone was so happy putting on a show. This was yet another thing that attracted you to him. Gritting your teeth you nodded.

“You have to be sure, Henry,” you said once more giving him every possible out.

“I am sure. It’s not a deal-breaker. For someone else it probably would be--but not for you. For you--,” he began before he sighed and slightly shook his head as if he felt he was going to regret saying what he was going to. “For you, I’m seeing I’d do just about anything.”

Your eyes lingered on his and you sat there in a sort of daze. Your heart fluttered from his words and your face heated. You fought the urge to cover your face and squeal but you couldn’t stop your smile that slowly got wider and wider. Henry smiled along with you and soon the two of you looked like two smiling fools.

“Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

With your anxieties calmed, you were able to enjoy lunch to the maximum. The food was delicious but coupled with the view and the company everything was impeccable. With the elephant gone, the air around you was lite and carefree which allowed you to talk as you’d always talked and giggle with each other like lovesick children.

After lunch you walked around town looking into shops, chatting with the locals, and trying to keep a low profile all while your hand was in his. It all felt so natural and easy; like this was what life could have been and you would have been just as happy without the glitz and glamour. You made a few stops at local stories buying little things such as a new hat for you that was similar to his fedora and a new fedora for him that matched your new hat, locally made pearl and aquamarine jewelry, sunglasses, and simple Italian style country dresses. When you let his hand go to do something he was always the one to reach for it again once you’d finished.

Nothing felt strained or awkward even when your eyes locked for long moments and the mood was ripe for one or both of you to make a move. Neither of you did and neither of you ever seemed to be bothered by it. It was like you knew it was going to happen sooner or later and there was no rush for what was meant.

Was that what a soul mate felt like, you wondered to yourself in more than one instance throughout the stroll.

It was a concept that you’d long considered nonsensical, unfathomable, and just implausible. A concept you’d long dismissed and buried.

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riversofmars · 3 years

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I must offer you a prompt: River finding the Doctor asleep in a chair somewhere in the TARDIS

Thank you for the lovely prompt! It turned out a bit more emotional than planned... hope you didn’t need your heart anymore :’)

Rating: G

Gerne: angst, hurt/comfort

Word count: 1850

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“You sentimental idiot, you just couldn’t stay away could you.“ River stepped into the TARDIS and stopped in the doorway, surprised. The TARDIS had changed its appearance from when she had last seen it. Gone were the steel, the books cases, the walkways, the “round things“, as the Doctor liked to call them… Instead, large arms of crystal surrounded the console, giving off a warm yellow light.

“A new face then?“ River mused with a smirk and the TARDIS hummed in greeting and confirmation. “Honey, I’m home!“ She called out but there was no answer. Slowly, River made her way up to the console and pressed her hand to the crystal. “Nice to see you, too. Where is he then?“ The TARDIS hummed in response and River raised her eyebrows.

“Is that so?“ She grinned in excitement. “Now, I can’t wait to see that!“ The TARDIS wheezed again and River smiled. “To the study it is then.“

River crossed the console room and headed further into the TARDIS. The corridors hadn’t changed much and she found her way quite easily.

“Doctor?“ She knocked on the door of the study, announcing herself. The rest of the TARDIS was dead quiet. River frowned when she didn’t get a response and pushed the door open slowly. The first thing she noticed was the mess, books, photos, notes, all sorts of items, were spread out across the floor. She followed the trail of chaos with her eyes and finally spotted the Doctor behind the desk. She was fast asleep in the big leather chair. River smile softly and walked inside the room, careful not to tread on anything.

It was a change for sure. Milky skin, blonde hair, petite frame… River took a moment just to look at her. Her wife. What struck River more than the change of gender, however, was the fact that although she appeared younger than her previous body, she looked incredibly worn out and tired. There were dark shadows under her eyes and her pretty face was drawn into a deep frown. What had happened to her? And where was everyone else? She had not known the Doctor to travel alone and she had always advised them against it.

River crouched down to have a closer look at the things spread across the floor. She noticed the pictures first. Photos of all of the Doctor’s previous faces. Diary entries. Newspaper clippings. Database print offs. Books upon books from all sorts of planets and civilisations, passages highlighted. River picked up a few of them and every passage she read referred to the Doctor, some by name, some by description, some by only mentioning a mysterious traveller in a blue box. They were records of a life. The Doctor’s life. The many passages of it, spread all across time and space…

The Doctor mumbled unintelligibly in her sleep and River put the books down and looked back over to her. She looked uneasy, though she was fast asleep, her eyes flitting behind close eyelids, she was most likely dreaming. River frowned when the Doctor groaned, shifting positions, clearly uncomfortable.

It was rare to see the Doctor asleep at all. Even when they had stayed together on Darillium, the Doctor rarely slept. He had always insisted he didn’t need as much sleep as humans did but River had always known that there was more to it. It was about the dreams that came when he had least expected them. Of the people he couldn’t save. Of the destruction he had seen. The suffering. His own failures. Everything he had been through throughout the course of his many lives. It had taken a toll and when he was awake and busy, he wouldn’t think of it, but when he did finally close his eyes, the nightmares came more often than not. In their twenty-four years together, things had gotten better. By the end, they would go to sleep together and River would hold the Doctor and they would both sleep, much better than either of them had in all their lives.

Looking at the Doctor now, River's heart sank. What had happened to them since Darillium? For River, it hadn’t been long at all, she had only just gotten back to Luna University after twenty-four years of bliss, but for the Doctor… she looked so much older, so worn out and tired. Something had happened to her.

River made her way over to her wife.

“No, don’t do it…“ The Doctor mumbled uneasily and River paused for a moment. Should she wake her? She clearly needed to rest, it looked as if she had been working on something until her body had finally given in to its exhaustion… but it wasn’t exactly a restful sleep, was it?

“Sweetie?“ River said softly and gently moved the chair around.

“No, please.“ The Doctor whimpered. “Help…“

“It’s okay, I’m here, Sweetie.“ River felt her hearts break. There was a sort of desperation in her wife’s voice that she had never heard before. Maybe she would be able to rest more easily in her bed, away from all this.

River glanced to the papers on the desk. Hand-drawn diagrams, timelines… the Doctor’s own timeline… interrupted by large gaps and voids, question marks and barely legible notes and theories… River shook her head to herself. The Doctor would have to tell her when she was ready, there was no point in theorising what this was about. She turned away from the notes and back to her wife who was whimpering in her sleep.

Carefully, River wrapped her arms around her and scooped her up into her arms. She was light enough and easy to carry.

“It’s alright, Sweetie, it’ll be fine.“ River whispered and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head that was now resting against her chest. The Doctor gave a sigh in her sleep and River felt a bit better as she seemed to relax a little in her arms. “Let’s get you to bed, Darling.“ River hummed as she carried her across the messy floor, away from the obvious source of her discomfort.

The TARDIS hummed in approval around them as River carried the Doctor to her bedroom.

“You came here on purpose, didn’t you?“ River whispered and the space time machine hummed again in confirmation. The Doctor was in a bad place and she needed her wife.

“Here we are…“ In no time at all, River pushed open the door to her wife’s bedroom. It was just as messy as the study but in a more comforting way. There were photo albums spread across the floor. Smiling pictures of the Doctor’s many friends and travel companions looking up at them. River carried her to the bed and stalled for a moment. One half of the bed was covered in pictures too and she had to fight hard to keep her composure. They were all pictures of River herself. Some with, some without the Doctor, covering the side of the bed that she always used to sleep on when she had stayed in the TARDIS.

Gently, she placed the Doctor on the bed and then leaned over to have a closer look at the pictures. Half of them, she had never even seen before or had been aware of them being taken. There were newspaper clippings too, from scientific journals she had published in and such. River felt tears welling up in her eyes, getting a sense of the Doctor’s loneliness.

“River…?“ River snapped out of her thoughts when the Doctor mumbled her name. She looked down and met her glance of sleepy confusion.

“Yes, Sweetie, I’m here.“ River replied softly and sat on the side of the bed brushing her wife’s hair out of her face as she slowly came round.

“You’re not really here, are you?“ The sadness and disbelief in the Doctor’s eyes made River’s hearts break all over again.

“I’m really here.“ She reassured her and reached for her hand. “The TARDIS turned up… I thought you’d come to wave me off… or to steel me away for another adventure before I go… but I found you fast asleep.“ She explained.

“You’re alive?“ The Doctor mumbled and River chuckled.

“Of course I am, silly.“ River bopped her nose. “But you don’t exactly look well… what happened?“ She asked, her voice full of concern. She gave her hand a squeeze.

“I…“ The Doctor couldn’t find words. How was she going to explain what she had been through since they’d last met? How was she going to tell her about all the lies of the timelords, about the timeless child, about the destruction of Gallifrey? And all in the little time they had before River would go to the Library. The Doctor chocked up, she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to think about how close River was to meeting her inevitable fate. She couldn’t think about it, it would overwhelm and break her.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Darling.“ River noticed the change in her demeanour immediately, recognising the mental strain, the inability to face whatever she was thinking about. Quickly she lay down next to her and gathered her into her arms. “It’s okay, Sweetie, I’m here.“ She whispered gently kissing her forehead, running her fingers through her hair soothingly, as she had so many times on Darillium. “We don’t have to talk about it, we can just lie here.“ She reassured her kissing her cheek, her temple, her hair, she held her close and the Doctor clung on to her. She dug her nails into her arms, into her back, just to hold on as tightly as she could and it broken River’s hearts.

“River.“ The Doctor whimpered and River cradled her wife’s head against her chest, kissing the top of her head, so she wouldn’t see the tears welling up in her own eyes, for seeing the state her wife was in.

“Whatever it is, it’ll be fine.“ She assured her, kissing and stroking her hair, again and again. Her eyes fell on the photos on the bed again and she noticed how wrinkled some of them were, stained with tears. “I’ve got you, my love.“

“I can’t sleep without you next to me.“ The Doctor sobbed into her chest, she shook her head in desperation. How was she supposed to do this by herself? How was she supposed to deal with the things thrown her way when she couldn’t turn to her wife for strength and comfort. She hadn’t had a restful night’s sleep since Darillium and now, she needed her rest so very much.

“I’m here now, Darling.“ River whispered. “Get some rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.“

“Promise?“ The Doctor’s voice was weak and desperate.

“Always.“ River held her tightly. “I could do with a good night’s sleep too, before going off on that expedition…“

“I love you, River.“ The Doctor whimpered, as if River’s words were hurting her even more and River took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

“I love you too, Sweetie. Rest now.“

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joezworld · 3 years

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Toby - Rap God

Guys I was making myself laugh when I wrote this - I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Based entirely on one line from this.

2019

There are many engines on the Island of Sodor, and like many people, music is often part of their lives.

Some engines, like Percy and Duck, have no interest in the subject, having never been exposed to it in a real manner.

Others, like Gordon and Henry, have extremely well-defined music tastes. (Unfortunately for those around them, they do not like the same music, and arguments often ensue.)

James, being extremely vain, enjoys the songs written about him for the children's television show based on the writings of The Thin Clergyman.

And then there’s Toby...

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Toby is a small brown steam tram. He has spent almost all of his life on Sodor on Thomas' branch line, where he and his coach Henrietta trundle up and down the valley at the top of the line - providing a valuable commuter service from the branch line terminus to the stone mines at Anopha.

Toby likes music, as does Henrietta; they like it so much that in 1989 the workmen installed a radio in Henrietta so that the two could listen to music on it as they worked.

This was very thoughtful gift, but there was a small problem:

The hills outside of the quarry meant that many radio stations couldn't reach the small antenna on Henrietta's roof.

Fortunately, a few did, mostly overpowered stations on the Isle of Man. These stations were designed to reach boats far out at sea, and mainly played uninteresting things like the Shipping Forecast.

There was, however, one station that did come come through loud and clear no matter where you were...

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You're listening to ManxPirate - the Barely-Seaworthy voice of the Sudrian Sea. I’m your sea-going Deejay - or Sea-Jay - Musik Mike! Up next is our most popular block of the day - that’s right, the JAMS are LOUD and we're all gonna get DEF!

"Oh Henrietta! It's starting!"

"Just be ready on the choruses Toby"

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The sounds of music echoed off of the Els river valley as Toby and Henrietta trundled towards Elsbridge.

Aside from their Quarry duties, Toby and Henrietta also worked 'the school bus', a daily train that carried schoolchildren from the remote farmhouses between Elsbridge and Hackenbeck to the Saint Pedroc's school in Elsbridge.

Toby loved this route - many of the children had been taking 'the bus' since Grade 1, and he felt privileged to have seen them grow up into fine young adults.

As he pulled into the platform at Elsbridge station, he saw those young adults crowded around each other.

'"Peep Peep! Let's go, everyone!" he called to the teens.

"Just a minute Tobes!" Called back Sera, one of the teenagers, before she turned back to her friends, who were filming her with their 'smart-phones'.

"Whatever could they be doing?" He asked Henrietta as Sera and her friend Phoebe bounced up and down in unison while waving their arms around.

"Undoubtedly something for the internet," the coach mused. "But I have no idea what - trends change so fast now".

"Internet?" Toby was puzzled. "Don't they need a computer for that?"

"Toby. Smartphones have been around for over ten years. How do you not know about this?"

"I'm sorry that I'm not as technologically advanced as you - but at least I know what steam is!"

"Oh my goodness, it's also a video game company now. You've heard those jokes before!"

Toby and Henrietta likely would have gone on like that until the guard blew his whistle, but Phoebe broke away from the group of teens, her phone in her hand.

"Toby?" She asked, clearly trying not laugh. "Do you know what Vossi Bop is?"

Toby was taken aback. "Of course I do. Vossi Bop isn't my favourite, but that's just because I don't like Stormzy that much - I'm not one for Grime."

Phoebe blinked like she'd been poleaxed. "What?"

"It's a Stormzy song, isn't it?"

"Toby," Henrietta sighed. "She was asking because she thought you didn't know. Was this going to be some kind of thing where you show rap music to the elderly and laugh at them being shocked?" She asked Phoebe, who nodded slowly.

"Well, you're going to have to better than that young lady," The coach smirked. "We've been listening to ManxPirate since before you were born!"

"Really?" The blonde asked slowly.

"Oh yes!" Henrietta boasted. "Eazy-E was still alive when we first tuned in!"

"Oh, em, gee!" The girl said, before turning and shouting down the platform. "Guys! They do know!"

The excited teenagers crowded around Toby and Henrietta as they quizzed the tram on rap music. Any thought of leaving on time was totally forgotten about as Toby's extensive knowledge of gangsta rap was laid out for them.

"Mate, mate," said John, one of the boys. "You gotta do The Challenge if you know all this!"

"What challenge?" Toby asked.

The teens clamored over each other, before they all stopped to let someone speak intelligibly.

Rachel Kyndley eventually spoke up: "It's a thing that ManxPirate is doing on TikTok. You sing along to a rap song and whoever does it the best gets to record a charity single with Stormzy!"

The teens again spoke over each other, all claiming that Toby and Henrietta should sing for the challenge.

Toby had to blow his whistle to calm them down. "I suppose there's nothing to lose by it," He said after a moment. "But I should say that my flow isn’t that good."

"Mate, I am amazed that you know what that means,” Said John. “But you just need to sing along to somethin’ that’s already out there.”

“Oh.” Toby looked back at Henrietta. “Well that shouldn’t be too hard. Do you have any N.W.A we could sing along to?”

As he had the only ‘eye-phone pro’, Simon the student newspaper editor was volunteered as cameraperson, while Rachel set a small ‘blue tooth speaker’ on Toby’s bufferbeam so that he could hear the music.

The remaining teenagers pulled out their phones as well - whatever happened next was going to be un-fucking-believable.

The music began with record scratching. The kids looked at each other in shock. There was no way that Rachel had picked this.

"Right about now NWA court is in full effect” Henrietta sang.

Rachel had. The teens could barely contain themselves.

“Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.

Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube and Eazy motherfuckin' E”

Hearing Henrietta say ‘fuck’, was an astonishing experience for the unprepared teenagers.

“Order, order, order, Ice Cube take the motherfuckin' stand

Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth

And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?”

“You goddamn right” Toby responded. Rachel Kyndley barely could hold back a shout of astonishment. I hope there’s no book written about this! She thought.

“Well, won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"

Then there was a record scratching sound.

The teens knew what came next. They hoped that they were prepared to hear this song come out of Toby.

"Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground!"

Toby and Henrietta not only sang this lyric, they sang it in harmony.

The teenagers thought that they had been prepared.

They were not prepared.

Most of the next few verses were lost underneath the clamor of twelve teenagers losing their goddamn minds.

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A few days later

Toby was resting in his shed when a little car came tearing into the station parking lot. More girls than should have been possible to fit in it came tumbling out and made a beeline for his shed, Rachel Kyndley in the lead.

“Toby! Toby! Toby! You won! You won!” She shouted as she skidded over the gravel.

“Won what?”

“The Contest!” She shrieked. “Your video went viral and you won The Contest! Stormzy said on Instagram that he was excited to meet you!”

She and her friends dissolved into happy squealing, preventing any further speech.

“What’s Instagram?” Toby asked Henrietta.

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The Next Week

Stephen Hatt was enjoying his tea and tolerating his toast and marmalade, when his son Richard burst into his office, waving his phone around like a sword.

“Were you just not going to tell me that you let Stormzy visit the engines? Or was I just supposed to figure this out when Kieran and Micah tore my ear off for not letting them meet him?!”

“I have a phone, you know. And a receptionist.” Stephen said as he cleaned tea off of his desk. Fortunately, most of it had gone onto the marmalade covered toast, which he unceremoniously dumped into the trash. “And who have I let meet the engines?”

“Stormzy? The rapper? He headlined at Glastonbury last bloody month?”

“I don’t follow.”

“He’s a musician, and you let him record an album with Toby!”

“He recorded music? With Toby? Our Toby?”

“Yes! It was supposed to be a single, but now it’s an album! It hit number one! And it’s been out for three hours!”

“You’re saying this as if I have the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”

“Just read the article!” Richard shoved the phone into his hand. The website for BBC Sodor and Man was open.

STORMZY DROPS SURPRISE ALBUM WITH SURPRISE COSTARS

ELSBRIDGE - Music fans across the world were surprised this morning when Stormzy unexpectedly announced via Instagram the release of his newest album, Back in Their Day - featuring two of the realest OGs I’ve ever seen.

Residents of Sodor were especially surprised to discover who those “two real OGs” were: Toby and Henrietta, an engine and coach on the Ffarquhar Branch Line.

This unexpected collaboration began several weeks ago when a viral video on TikTok featuring the pair attracted the attention of the rapper...

Stephen skimmed the rest of the article, not quite believing what he was reading. “I didn’t authorize any of this.” He said at last.

“Really?” Richard said, not quite believing him. “Because that’s what the staff on the Branch told me too.”

“I swear to you I didn’t do anything.”

“Then what, did the biggest star in the country just go to Ffarquhar and record an album with Toby? With nobody’s permission?”

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[TWO YEARS LATER]

--CHANNEL 4 INTERNAL TRANSCRIPT: THE LAST LEG 2021 CHRISTMAS SPECIAL--

ADAM HILLS - So we’ve had a lot of questions, about, the last album you dropped-

[AUDIENCE LAUGHTER]

AH - The one with the train engine - I think his name is Toby?

STORMZY - And Henrietta. Can’t forget her.

AH - Of course not.

S - What do you wanna know?

[MORE LAUGHTER]

AH - Well, I don’t have any questions - and when I say we, I don’t mean Alex or our viewers -

[PROLONGED LAUGHTER]

AH - I mean Josh.

JOSH WIDDICOMBE - [TO ADAM] You’re an Arse. [To STORMZY] - Um, I just wanted to know how you did it really. Is it, is it true that you snuck in and did it all in one night?

S - Oh yeah! Absolutely. ‘Cause, I thought that it was gonna be a one and done, like just a single y’know? So I just went there and was gonna do it and go. But as we kept talkin’ I realized that, that, I just had to make more, and then it became the album and we shot a music video for ‘scrapp’ on the same night and then I did some sound work and then it went up.

AH - Just like that?

S - Just like that.

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Chaotic Commentary: We Have Always Lived In The Castle

Welcome to my thought process when I watch movies!

The arrival of a cousin with ulterior motives threatens the claustrophobic and isolated world of two sisters and their uncle. (Oooof, bitch. I already know Sebastian is gonna look damn fine in this movie.)

Watched: April 22nd, 2021

Opening

Alrighty, right off the bat, the opening music giving me very much throwing it back at summer solstice 1531. Might fuck around and show some ankle, who knows

Um miss girl, first off all, i know damn well you aren't wearing a stark white shirt and capris shorts after labour day. And secondly, you gotta work on your self care babygirl, you are looking rough

Okay, so noted; there is clearly something off about this girl because i know when i personally rummage through family keepsakes, i don't have a hannibal look on my face

I don't know if you guys know this but your house...it needs a little 5 minute crafts, diy, extreme makeover: home edition treatment

Ohhhh baddie alert, baddie alert, baddie alert. That chick’s silhouette already got me acting up. Yes sink low to the ground girl, drop it down for me

Short monologue before being cut in half by that creepy ass stare, gotcha. I literally needed more nightmare fuel, thanks bestie

‘A change is coming, and nobody knows it’ how much more change can you get, your house is literally in shambles girl one battle at a time

First Act

Ah, here we are, title screen. Very cottagecore.

Timeskip: What did happen last tuesday, I must know...the suspense is suffocating

I’m not one to judge, but that record doesn’t sound like a life-coaching audio.

Oh heyyy there's a kitty!

Yes hun, that is a working tap, your telekinesis is redundant. Eleven from stranger things eat your heart out.

Alexandra! Babyyy Daddario! Step on my face or domesticate me into a housewife, i beg of you. The uncle tho, he isn't it.

Chill out Mary, you’re just running errands. Why is she walking in a slow-mo naruto run like that. She is giving me a schizophrenic Napoleon Dynamite vibes.

Wait...is her name Meerkat?

Oh, its Merricat...nah i like mine better lmaooo.

Her inner monologue is making cackle because it sounds like a Gabbie Hanna original piece 💀

Okay what i got from the coffee shop scene was Stella is also a grade A baddie, I want to commit double homicide on those two douches, and i want to invite miss meerkat to my lunch table because awwww. She's just different leave her alone.

Wow, the village folk really know how to talk shit huh? Well, I can eat rats like all of them for every meal of the day, plus snackie snacks. Go fuck yourselves, thoroughly.

God that family needs to smoke some weed or something. Why do I feel like the sisters are about to kiss...and the uncle sounds like he means risky business. Very bad vibes here, back to you in the studio.

Ooooh, miss daddy really knows how to roll her tongue huh? Again, very much cottagecore ‘history says they were just really good friends’ aesthetic. And so many bops in this movie, kinda feel the need to throw it back or do the renegade.

Why do I feel like this next scene is just a posh episode of gossip gorl. Sipping tea and spewing nonsense. Rum cake? No thanks, babygirl. Oh but here comes uncle wanky, whisking away Lucille with his talk of arsenic.

Yes. Speak 8 course meal to me daddy...fuck, now I’m hungry. Okay the uncle isn’t so bad I guess, very poetic and philosophical. Yes, very nice. Sucks that he was roofied and turned to a professor X cosplay for solace, though.

Timeskip: Last Thursday huh? We are in for a rollercoaster folks.

*she glares in rhubarb pie and possibly shelved jam*

OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING, I SAW THE SIDE/BACK OF HIS HEAD AND MY HEART STOPPED. He has a very nice shaped head, yes, pleasing to the eye.

Hi sirrrr, I have a pocket full of horses, trojan and some of them used. Pls let me ride you in the little red corvette. Pick me, Charles, choose me, love me.

Real talk, I feel so bad for Mary Katherine (I literally almost typed Gallagher at the end lmaooo thanks molly shannon) she is obviously struggling with something and Constance looks like she is very traumatized.

But I still think there’s something not right about Mary. Miss girl no one walks like that (thats a lie, it would probably be me after a night with Bucky barnes) and I love me a little witchy goodness. But not enough to start locking up my bedroom like it’s Area 51 and having secret rituals at my super exclusive, diy bohemian temple in the middle of the woods.

OH MY FUCKING GOD PLEASE SPARE ME FROM THE FEELING I JUST FELT IN THIS ROOM ON THIS VERY DAY IN APRIL, MAMA FUCKING MIA

when he stood up—bitch I’m gone, I’m his whore now. Sorry, I am owned by this man. Bye I was literally launched off earth for a moment there, kinda chillin’ in dead space, standby.

Okay I took a break for a moment. I’m cool, I’m collected, play button is a go. NOPE, GIRL MY MOUTH IS FOREVER OPEN, AND I DUNNO IF I WAS MY BODY TELLING ME TO KNEEL IN FRONT OF HIM OR WHAT—SOMEONE HOLD ME

Current state: I am hugging my knees and wasting away under my blankets. I paused and played and paused and played because I cant go more than 2 seconds of looking at him.

Okay, I’m all good.

All I keep saying is no...no ...NO, louder and louder every time he opens his mouth, ‘got a hug for your cousin?’ um not a cousin but yes, right bitch for that job present for attendance. Here ✋🏻

Girl I’d run like the wind, too, this kitty isn’t gonna dry itself, nyuuuooom, double time! Fall in, Rogers. Gotta keep up. 🏃🏻‍♀️

Timeskip: Last Friday night, yeah we dance on table tops and we took too many shots, I think I gave Charles a blo-oh-job, whoops—

Ah, see I knew there was something fruity about Charles, hopefully he kisses a boy in this. Would love to see that.

Uh oh, the way he just pops that fruit into his mouth...I fine, I’m totally fine. Mentally I am... the way he chews if making my oral fixation quake

‘now that’s a handsome cat’ sir if you don’t—he wonders why he is such a fucking meme, this is why Sebastian.

‘Jonassss’ which one of the brothers, tho?

Ah yes, the best of friends; Meerkat, Frankie Jonas and a middle-aged Carter Baizen. Ugh mega sad that this is the closest I will get to see Charles pet a puthycat though.

Why don’t you slap my ass like a flapjack pancake, Charles. You won’t.

OMG so quirky 🤪when you steal his shirts 🥺🤪🥰

Who the is venice, Charles? Who, who, what are you, a fucking owl? WHO’S VENICE AND WHY IS SHE YOUR FAVOURITE?! sorry i had to get that out of my system, iconic cinema shall not be overlooked.

all this commentary is fresh from my chicken breast brain by the way

All i heard out of that little inspirational, facebook-esque speech at the dinner table was was shoes. Also peep Frédéric Chopin banging in the background noise, a little Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 to keep party goin’

Charles...that is your cousin.

It isn't a PHASE, Charles. Let him be emo over his dead brother and great tragedy of losing his legs then gaining the likeness of sir patrick stewart. Therefore, he will not forget.

Oh...i’ll sit down i guess.

I COULD LITERALLY—...I could literally watch him eat for the rest of my life pls sir have murthy

Grocery boy...hmmm reminds me of a yee ole jingle i heard in my youth. What can i say, I’m a connoisseur of the classics my friends.

Sidenote: I’m getting vietnam flashbacks to singing ‘carol of the bells’ at the elementary christmas concert. I am overstimulated. And not in a good way.

Charles...do not add that newspaper clipping of your cousin to your personal spank bank, pls.

Timeskip: Last weekend, alright. What did we do; brewski’s with the boys? Hockey night in canada? one legged race? I’m dying to know...

Very nice form charles, you’ve almost dug right through the wood. A real mans-man here if we are being honest. I’ve never in whole life seen a construction crew do better than Charles Blackwood.

I could watch him do this all day.

Pearl necklace huh? Me too, girl.

‘I’m beginning to think, that my spells no longer work’ 8-year-old me, sitting in a bath full of salt and a charm bracelet of rock candy dissolving in the water after my fifth attempt to transform into a mermaid

Aw, but i would sit out there and eat a sandwich with Meerkat. Hell yeah, we can go halfsies on a BLT no problem 😢

oh...

oh no...Charles.

Here is my first sexual grievance, the way he carried that sack over his shoulder, mmm yes i have been fed most wonderful nutrients. BUT NEXT?! THE TWO FINGERS LINE AND THE FUCKING MOTION HE DID AND SAYING SHE WASN’T GOING DEEP ENOUGH PLS

what is with this man and gold...alright debutante Lance Tucker simmer down.

And the ‘hot’ thing, ‘needing a bath’? miss daddy is working it in for her cousin real hard, sweet home alabama all summer long

HEY LET'S ALL GO SWIMMING IN MY POOOL, AND BY POOL I MEAN BATHTUB, AND BY SWIMMING I MEAN SEXXXX--

Oh, so there’s this ominous whistling, nice, a blade kink, cool, and Charles serving body audi audi audi audi all the damn day. Hi sirrrrr. God i just love his chest, man. Its just so buff. He looks this good for what? And in front of his cousin...ew? um child, anyways so

the way my stomach clenched in the most uncomfortable way just shows that my body doesn't care about my comfort when it comes to thirsting and simping. He didnt have to look at her like that or fucking back her out

oh to be a chair...

esteemed audience member sac is a little tired of hearing cousin charles and cousin mary call each other cousin charles and cousin mary

Charles, eat your fruit and shut the fuck up. But also, hi sirrr.

I see you, Constance, I see you...tig ol’ bitties 👀

Timeskip: It’s Monday without the benefit of a sebastian stan, full frontal nude scene...smh

baby, just give up on the step and go fondle some plants please, i’m begging, stop at once. or, i spoke too soon?

If i have to hear sebastian say constance one more time i am going suck down all the arsenic i can find...he just says it so weird lmaoooo i hate it

Climax (make it happen, Charles 🙄)

Aw i love fruity, coffee shop, car men AU’s

that shot of him looking over his shoulder single handedly sent to into a spiral...what the fuck are you doing to me, Charles.

uh oh...one of the car men is madddd

OH OKAY WELL, WELL, FUCK ME, WELL

why dont you just come up behind her and literally growl in her ear what the fuck, Charles. I swear sebastian plays his characters just to make women go feral sometimes.

Sir! Sir! This IS A WENDY’S, SIR, THAT’S YOUR COUSIN--

NOT THE MILK CARTON

PLEASE I’M LITERALLY KILLING MYSELF LAUGHING, WHY IS HE DRINKING IT LIKE THATTTTT

that little ‘aahh’ at the end when he drank it all got me, oh my fucking jesus. Hold on i need a minute, my stomach hurts from laughing my guts out.

Oooof but the eye-contact and the expressions are computing mega well to my chicken breast brain so fanfics will be written and sin will be committed so help me lord jesus on the cross almighty, amen (sorry i’m ex-catholic, its just my go-to)

pfffft that is so iconic, Mary is literally gathering sticks in the pitch black woods while Charles basically puts down his own wood for her sister to pick up on fjgrebgnuierijiojfd, i’m dying

why does he have to pull that poetic, sensitive stud act...just give us the goods charles, slap someone i’m begging you

This is like star wars all over again, they served head-on into on-coming incest traffic

*holds up finger guns* sir, ma’am i’m gonna need you to put your hands behind your heads and get down on your knees exactly 8.92 feet apart, this is a citizen’s arrest

but, i too would like to slow dance and make plans with him. Maybe we’ll go deep in the garden with two fingers on top of the rhubarb, maybe we will commit arson, who knows...

Meerkat continues to be my every mood, she really said:

Timeskip: Oh shit, its tuesday ya’ll, grab your party hats it’s about to get funky

Charles, if you don’t shut the fuck up and stop yelling out her name i will suffocate you between my thighs, electrocute your arm until it falls limp and shoot you with a grenade launcher, don’t make me do it

And yes, am i currently squirming in my seat because of the way he is smoking the pipe and hollowing his cheeks, what about it?

Second Act

Yes baby girl! you trash that room like ozzy osbourne and tommy lee did to that motel on tour in 1982. Go, Meerkat, go!

Charles holding those sticks in both hands is the equivalent to a 1-year-old holding those little cocktail weenies, it has the same energy and i’m dying over it

Try to tell me it's not the same picture:

You can't.

Oh shit, its getting heated now. Mary’s in trouble.

Everything isn’t making sense at the same time its all coming together, i am confused, frightened, a little bit horny, but mostly just entirly overwhelmed. Mom...can you come pick me up, i’m scared.

Oh my god! knew it! i knew i knew the actor that plays the uncle, he's the creepy thin man from charlie's angels! Wowza, what a world.

Oh no...i’m flashing back to vietnam again, the fucking bells dude i’m tellin’ ya. There is so much going on, i feel everything but nothing at the same time, help...

NOOOO HER ARTSY BOHEMIAN WITCH COTTAGECORE JARS! THE OUTRAGE! SHE CANT CAST SPELLS ANYMORE, HER POWERS ARE LOST!

a CURSH! NOT A CURSH!

What in the criss angel mindfreak is going on in here on this day? Who are they? And why is the broad such a bitch...oh is she the mom? My bad. Pops seems nice though. Yes, indeed.

Awh, hiii frankie jonasss. 🥰

Oh here we go with the eating again. If i have to see him flex his jaw one more time i’m gonna go feral. And on the usual, loud and obnoxious noises like the ones he is making when he takes a bite, or chew or swallow food/a drink like the who fucking milk debacle. But he just makes it okay? Maybe its just my eating disorder bias coming into play but how can someone be sexy while eating, or smug? Like huh???

‘Why dont you like me?’ WHY DO YOU CARE CHARLES, GODDAMN IT

Is he playing the sad boi card reallyyy? You want someone to say thank you? Put yourself to good use then. I can think of a lot of ways you can use that mouth better than going on these strange mini-monolgues like some tortured writer with a kink for control...and breatheee

And she’s back with the Eleven telekinesis, sweet kat that is a meer you have running water! Pfft she is actually dressed like eleven too, like what. Oh wait did i just uncover the plot?

Breaking News: Eleven holds a whole town hostage.

Jesus with Charles eating, Mary getting the sudden urge commit arson, miss daddy looking so fucking fine that i would literally throw myself in front of a bus just to get her attention, and uncle X with his weird theatre act: my blood pressure must be through the roof

Wow hes got a temper, but poor connie, shes a hot mess lmaooo

Oh god...oh god okay this is happening, oh wow, you didn't even get through dinner first charles jesus. Listen, i never give choking up on the first date but if i had the chance...i don't want any sausages other than his, i said what i said

and it keeps going?? ummmmmm i ummmmmm, i don’t have words. I was not warned of this savagery and i don’t know if i’m going to be able to write for anyone other than Charles for a whillllleeee, hun, apologies

Good to know he also uses his super soldier senses in another universe to sense a fire deep in his loins like the dramatic king he is

Now he is driving away and laying on the horn, nice

Oh ho ho, yessssss my coffee shop baddie, my black coffee queeeeeennn Stelllaaaaa. She said, Superhero mode real quick.

ummmm uncle x with the sick mustache...thats certain death? I mean if you are into that sort of thing, have at it.

Okay still driving, people are crying over the bed burning into dust, the heavily disable man is still smoking the good stuff...got it.

Big red truck go Honk, Honk.

Oh here come all the old, white men. Lovely.

‘oh-hooo yeah, thats a fireeeee’ as far as old white men go, that was pretty fucking funny to me

Yeah its gonna be in the arms of the angels real soon if you girls dont get the fuck out????

‘We’re firemen’ and i’m a homo, you want a gingerbread cookie or something? put out the damn fire PLEASE 💀

Ummm you’re too late, i was already wet before you got that camera spray shot, dawg, oh but that poor camera guy lol

AND WEI’RE GOONA LETIT BÜRN BÜRN BÜRN BÜRN, everybody its a singalong

hi, yeah...fuck off, jim

NO YOU DUMB ASSHOLES YOU KNOCKED OVER STELLA MY COFFEE MAMA

charles, you greedy bastard i dont know if should be ashamed when i say that i would still let him top me quite violently even still

Wow this rave got out of hand really fast, i blame marilyn manson

another day, another professor X 😪🔫💀☠️🔥🔪 𝚛𝚒𝚙, 𝕗𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡

i swear to go if anything happens to either my coffee mama or baby miss daddy i will reign hellfire.

Oh so it takes a gunshot for Charles to do a 360 running man but not a jay gatsby meets canadian, hockey riot, emo rave. Gotcha. Hes a man with a code.

That’s what you get for hoeing after your cousin, constance. This is all your fault!

Ending

Timeskip: Ooohhh, yesturrrrdayyyy all my troubles seems so far away--

hunny that ain’t the moon, thats your super secret boho alter

Noooo the kitchennnn, that was my favourite room, other than the bathroom for obvious reasons, I hope the milk cartons are okay...👀

I guess meerkat isn't getting her num-nums, and charles is just going to have to live with charred fruit if he decides to come back

FRANKIE JONAS! THANK GOD!

Oohhere'ss the tea, it's about damn time! I called it! I knew ms variant mongoose was the one who did the fucky things! But i was shocked to find out that Mary was the favourite child over connie, hmm very much bad parenting

ooooh, knock knock, is it charlie-boy? oh, thats disappointing, its just that gossip chick and her husband, boooooo

Never again...never. We get it baby daddy.

oh? another knock? HAHAHAHAHA ITS THE FIRE GUY LMAOOO, what a king. He reminds me of stan lee!

What aare these people doing, they aren't goddess you give offerings to so that your crops will be plentiful, fuck off man. ANOTHER KNOCK..

and i opp-- herreeeees charlie!

‘friends’ sir you were halfway in her pantaloons, stop trying to act all innocent, the fuck. Wow hes really going for it huh?

did he just rip the chain off? Oh charles relax, its door, you don't need to moan like that.

Uhm, i love connie, so fuck you charles you twisted, manipulative burnt cornstalk of a human being. Oh yeah throw a hissy fit, that's real attractive, keep going, she’ll totally say yes.

Oh wait NO DON'T DO THAT, NO THAT'S A DOOR. And another door? NO GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY BABY DADDY ALEXANDRA, SHES MINE.

YOU LITTLE BITCH BOY, GET OFF! WTF!

*standing ovation* give it up for meer-to-the-kat, bravo kid! OH NO HES DEAd, YOU CAN STOP NOW

hahahaha guess whos deep in the garden now, Charles.

Ooh and we are back to start, nice. Children, she's a seasoned murder, might wanna chill on the whole bit you got going on.

Good, smile andddd scene!

Final Thoughts

Okie Dokie, I actually liked this movie a lot.

The acting was absolutely phenomenal, especially on Alexandra’s Daddario and Taissa Farmiga’s part, the characters were so well played. They focused in on so different points of view in this story that it captured the chaos that they were living individually and as a group under one roof. It constantly kept you on edge with the strange nuances in their dialogue, unnerving pauses and the progression of the condition of each character.

It was great. The aesthetic was there, the small but necessary breaks with dark humour really kept the story flowing and most of all, the fervour. It was everywhere, in their emotions or outbursts like Charles at the dinner table and on the stairs, or the way the townspeople kept adding fuel to their own personal hell. And I must admit, it's hard to make characters like Jim the firefighter relevant, but every person that this story involves has a distinct purpose and significance to the plot.

The only negative thing I could think of was I just wish there was more, I wanted it to be longer so that the small gaps in the movie could have been powerful. Okay, what else. Yes, Charles Blackwood, despite all of...that, will make a great character for me to touch on and has a lot of interesting qualities that I will be sure to tap into. Oh! And the only reason why no one else is getting the stan award was that my coffee mama was the only character who wasn't off the rails or just a terrible waste of human life! We stan!

Hoped you enjoyed this and my questionable thought process, I’m gonna go now...bye lol

Overall Score: 8.5/10

🏆 Honorary Stan Award: Stella Ella Ola, Clap Clap Clap. Periodt.

#we have always lived in the castle #castle daddy #sac reviews

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silenceofthecookies · 3 years

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Koala x reader (F): paint

My second entry for @some-piece’s sapphic challenge, this time with Koala! This was a lot of fun to write 💖

When you mentioned to Koala that you were planning to paint a few rooms in your house in a different colour, she excitedly offered to help you. You didn't mention it to ask her for help and at first you even refused, knowing how busy she usually was with her work. She insisted though, and who were you to refuse your lovely girlfriend once she had made up her mind?

That's how the two of you were now clearing out as much as you could out of the bedroom, into the spare bedroom. Only your bed and the closet stayed, though they had been moved to the middle of the room. The bed would have to be disassembled to get it out of the room and you were not in the mood for that much effort, and if you wanted to get your closet out of the room, you'd have to empty it out, another thing you weren't in the mood for. You bought a large, plastic sheet to cover your bed and closet with though, hoping to keep them the same colour. Koala was already excitedly stirring the paint, chanting something in a language she was making up on the spot, as if she was a witch making a potion. The sight made you laugh. Before Koala could grab her brush and get started though, you reminded her that you'd need to put those newspapers on the floor next to the walls first, and that all light switches and electricity sockets still needed to be taped off.

“You know, Koala, you're oddly excited about this. Do you like painting?” You said as you were putting the tape on the sides of the light switch. “Yeah! I'm not very good at painting pictures though, but I like paint! I've also never painted a wall before! It feels a little like drawing on the wall, you know? Like the way people always told you ‘don't do that!’ but now you're allowed to do that!” Koala answered with a big smile. “Sweetheart, you're making no sense.” You said with a smile. “Pft, you're no fun.” Koala said with a pout, though you saw the corners of her mouth slowly lift as she spoke.

Once everything was covered and taped, you grabbed the brushes. Koala nearly jumped up and down once you handed her the brush.

“Koala, you do know you can't just randomly start painting on the wall, right?” “What do you mean?” “You have to make rows, moving up and down, and you have to be fast too. If you go over a part that has already dried, you'll get stripes.” “Eh?! So this is pretty difficult!” “Not really, here, I'll show you."

You started on the left side of your wall, painting the corner with your brush before handing it to Koala and taking the roller. It made the painting go much faster, and much more even than with the brush. Behind you, Koala commented on how fast it went before she said she understood. She took the brush you were done with and copied your movements on the next wall.

With your combined efforts, the bedroom walls were painted in no time. As you finished up your second wall, you turned around and watched Koala, who had just started her second wall. Every time she bent down to reach the bottom of the wall, your eyes couldn't help but stare at your girlfriends lovely behind as she squatted. She was wearing a pair of leggings instead of her usual skirt, not wanting that one to get paint on it, and the sight was certainly one to behold.

“You know, I can basically feel you staring at my ass.” Koala commented without looking back, though you could hear the grin in her voice. “Do you mind?” You answered with a grin of your own. “Not at all.”

The two of you laughed as she finished up the wall. Once Koala stepped away from the wall and turned to you though, you started laughing even harder.

“What? What's so funny?” Koala asked. “Sweetheart, you have paint on your nose. Right on the tip. Did you do that on purpose?” “What? No way!” Koala tried to wipe it off her nose, but because her hands were covered in paint, this only created a bigger stain, causing you to laugh even harder. Koala realised what she had done and a little plan hatched in her head. Before you could even react, she bopped the roller she was still holding on your forehead. “Hey!” you exclaimed. “That's what you get for staring at my butt and then laughing at me!” Koala laughed.

A grin appeared on your face, and Koala knew very well what was coming. You grabbed the brush you had discarded earlier, dipped it in the paint and lunged at Koala. She nimbly dodged out of the way and made her way back to the wall she had just been painting, exchanging the roller for her own brush.

For the next 5 minutes, the two of you chased each other though the room, running circles around the furniture in the middle of it, painting each other's hands, arms and faces whenever they came in reach. The two of you laughed loudly as you did so, until Koala accidently pushed her brush into your mouth instead of against your cheek. It tasted terrible and you wasted no time running to the bathroom to rinse out your mouth. Koala felt pretty bad about it and headed towards the kitchen to get you a drink.

“I'm sorry dear, I didn't mean to do that.” she said as she offered you the drink. “I know, Koala. Let's just... stop the paint war here.” “Yeah, you're right. You look cute though. There's paint everywhere on your face.” “Have you seen yourself in the mirror yet, Koala?”

Koala shook her head and came to stand next to you in front of the bathroom mirror. What greeted her was the sight of two women, herself and you, completely covered in paint. Your faces, your hair, your necks, your clothes,… everything. As she looked at the sight in horror, you started laughing.

“Maybe we should take a shower, washing this off is going to be pain.” you sighed. “Does that mean we can shower together?” Koala asked excitedly. “Sure we can, we've got to make sure we don't miss any spots, right?” “Yaaaay!!!”

#koala x reader #koala imagine #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #opfics #koala #one piece koala #one piece #cookie writes #scenario #one piece sapphic challenge #my idea

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primatechnosynthpop · 3 years

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Periodically scrolling way back through your own blog can be so embarrassing but also necessary because sometimes I come across an old image description I wrote and I'm like "oh boy I sure need to edit this". Like there was one where I was captioning fanart of some anime girl and I described her as "trying to look hot (I'd say she's succeeding)". *takes a rolled-up newspaper out of my newspaper delivery bag and bops my past self over the head with it* No! Quit editorializing damn it!!

#im always trying to be a comedy writer but sometimes my brilliant sense of humour is simply not beneficial

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death-himself · 3 years

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I don't know if you do prompts, but if you do, I was wondering if you'd ever consider adding a part in the Bogeyman!Virgil verse where the family has a fight.

Kids at that age are so temperamental, and they say things they don't mean to their family when they're so young, expressing hatred a lot. It's bound to happen, and siblings especially fight so often.

I could imagine one of the kids screaming at Virgil that he's a monster, not their real brother, that they hate him, that they hope they never see him again. It's pretty standard for a child, but I doubt Virgil would know that, and with his past of being unloved, I could see him immediately being heartbroken and devastated.

Love your work!

Sorry it took so long to get to this anon! The one-shot I wrote for this one actually ended up being like twice as long as usual :) I can imagine all of the kids, especially Roman or Patton getting upset with him pretty easily. And maybe this would also work for Thomas, I mean a single father of four kids would probably end up getting mad at them and hurting their feelings unintentionally every once in a while.

Anyway here’s the fic, I added Remus and Emile in just because (warnings for angst, fear, and Roman being an asshole at the beginning)

It was an accident. He didn’t mean to break it. He would’ve never broken one of their toys on purpose. He stared blankly at Roman’s plastic sword, the blade bent at a very noticeable angle. Roman’s eyes widened as he gazed at the damage, snatching the sword from Virgil’s hands to get a closer look. His eyes filled with tears instantly, big drops falling onto his broken weapon.

Virgil bit at his lip, guilt filling his stomach as he crouched down in front of him. He put a hand on Roman’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him. “I’m sorry Ro, I didn’t mean—” Roman shoved his hand away with a whimper, smacking him as hard as he could with his sword. Virgil flinched, despite the kid’s blow not causing him any pain. “I’m sorry, okay? We can get you a new one.”

“No! I liked this one!”

“Well...then maybe we could—”

“No!” Roman shrieked. “Go away! I hate you!” Virgil’s heart sunk into his stomach.

“Y-You don’t mean that Ro.” Virgil tried to put his hand back on Roman’s shoulder, but only got another smack from his toy sword.

“My sword was broken by a meanie monster.” Roman muttered angrily. As he stomped out of the bedroom and down the stairs, Virgil stayed crouched, watching him leave with glazed over eyes. It had been so long since he had been called a monster, he had forgotten how much it stung. And now it hurt much, much more.

He took a shaky breath, gaze shifting to the ground. Roman did tell him to go away...

Okay. He’ll go away.

Thomas had heard Roman screaming and ran to the stairs, just in time to see the kid in question storming down with tearful eyes, and Virgil melting into the shadows and leaving. In Roman’s hands was his favorite toy sword, now bent beyond usable. “Oh Roman, what happened?”

“Virgil broke it! He’s a big meanie!” Thomas glanced up the stairs, where Virgil had disappeared. Not hearing Patton talking to him in the living room or Logan asking him questions in Virgil’s room meant he probably wasn’t anywhere in the house. Of course of all the sons to disappear after an emotional outburst it just had to be the one who could teleport.

“Were you two playing and it broke, or was he mad and broke it?”

“We were playing, and he was holdin’ it, and then he smacked it against the wall and it broke!”

“Do you think he meant to break it?” Roman huffed, wiping at his eyes before crossing his arms.

“...No, but he still broke it.” A bit of relief filled Thomas at that, but he would never tell Roman. Son or not, he wasn’t sure if we would know how to calm down an angry bogeyman that intentionally breaks his adopted brother’s toys.

“Do you know where Virgil went?” Roman blinked, the question breaking him out of his anger for a moment. He looked back up the stairs, eyes glancing around for a moment, surprised at Virgil’s absence, before huffing and turning back around.

“...No, but good riddance! He broke my sword!” Thomas took a deep breath. Okay, so Virgil could be anywhere. Now he just had to hope he was somewhere with a stable connection; maybe he could call him. If not, he might’ve just lost a son. His heart began to pound at that, but he hid his worry before Roman could see.

Right, he had to deal with Roman first. He slowly took the broken sword from Roman’s hands, rubbing gentle circles into his back. “I’ll see if I can fix this. If it can bend without breaking, I might be able to bend it back. Why don’t you watch some cartoons with Patton while I give that a try?”

“But what if you end up breaking it more?”

“Then I can get you a new one. We might even be able to get you a new one today if you want.”

Roman whimpered. “But I like mine.”

“I know you do, bud. But sometimes...things break and have to be replaced. Nothing lasts forever.” Thomas glanced up the stairs, hoping to see Virgil returning. Still missing. “I’ll need you to apologize to Virgil later, okay? You said a lot of mean things to him, and probably made him feel really bad. And he’ll have to apologize for breaking your toy. Sound good?”

Roman was still clearly upset, but he nodded anyway, staring down at his feet as he thought. Thomas ushered him into the living room to distract him with the TV, then sent a text to Virgil’s phone, hoping he would get it.

Virgil had gone back to his cave. After officially moving in with his dad and brothers, he had expected to never want to—or feel the need to—come back here. But it was just as cold as he remembered. He sat with his back against the wall, staring through unfocused eyes as the shadows on the other side of the cave seemed to taunt him.

Maybe they were. Maybe they were thinking “what an idiot, caring for humans. It’d never work out in the end. Something always goes wrong.” At least that was what he was thinking. He knew how quickly humans could turn on other humans, it would make sense for them to turn on him much quicker.

His body was still weighed down by guilt. He broke Roman’s favorite toy, of course he would be mad. Virgil knew if one of them had broken something of his, he would probably be pretty upset. His words still rang in his ears, though.

He’d stay in the cave until things might have settled down. Then maybe he’d go back and talk to Dad.

Virgil was gone for two days by the time Roman felt just as much guilt and fear as the bogeyman himself was feeling. Thomas was trying his best to stay calm, knowing Virgil was fully capable of taking care of himself, but that fatherly panic was beginning to take over.

Virgil had told him about the cave he used to live in, and Thomas assumed that he had gone to stay there. But he had no clue where it was. As far as he knew, Virgil could be in some sort of Floridian cave less than a mile away or a cave all the way in Australia. He kept texting and calling in hopes that he would answer, but the chances of him having wi-fi in a cave was slim to nil.

He told Remus about Virgil’s disappearance, hoping that the only other person with demon children would know where his cave was. What he got as his answer was Remus putting him on hold for a whole hour, then coming back to say a terrifyingly serious “I’m on the case” before being hung up on. Whatever Remus was up to only made him more worried.

Virgil hadn’t expected to start his third day in his cave being tackled by two other bogeymen. He let out a startled curse as the two slammed into him and shoved him into the shadows, taking him with them back to their home. He growled, glaring at the two kids and preparing to fight back, before realizing where he was.

Remus bopped his head with a rolled-up newspaper, Emile grinning eagerly behind him. “Hey there Vee!” Virgil sighed, his heart rate beginning to drop back to normal.

“Hey...”

“Uncle Thomas has been real worried about you.” Remus spoke, looking the newspaper over in his hands as if it were a weapon.

“He has?” Virgil tried to keep the hopeful tone out of his voice.

“Well fuckin’ duh! He wouldn’t have called me of all people if he wasn’t!”

“Did he ask you to get your kids to kidnap me?”

“No, that was my idea.” Emile responded happily, bringing Virgil over to the couch and giving him a cup of hot chocolate. “I thought it’d be funny. Sorry if it scared you.”

“It’s fine, I guess.” Virgil watched as Janus stuck his tongue out at him, a grin on his face as he ran off down to his bedroom, Remy following soon after. Remus kicked his feet up on the coffee table, looking at him expectantly.

“So you gonna teleport back home, or do ya want one of us to drive you there like a human?” Virgil couldn’t answer. It was nice to hear that Dad was worried, but he was more concerned about how Roman felt. Emile seemed to sense his unease, ruffling his hair a bit.

“Thomas told us what happened, and Roman’s really sorry. This sort of thing just sort of happens with kids. Kids as old as your brothers get upset really easily and say things they don’t mean.” A warm smile spread across his face, slowing Virgil’s skipping heart and steadying his constantly anxious mind.

“Roman doesn’t actually hate you, especially not because of just one mess-up. Kids’ brains aren’t exactly developed enough to properly respond to things that upset them, anyway, so this is pretty normal.” Virgil nodded slowly, staring down at the hot chocolate in his hands.

Remus giggled excitedly, saying in the most affectionate voice Virgil had ever heard “I bet you could destroy the world with those smarts, Lilo and Switch.” Emile’s cheeks turned red, and his smile was redirected at his boyfriend.

“It’s just basic developmental psychology, nothing but fifteen minutes of googling will tell you this much.” Remus just hummed happily. Emile turned his attention back to Virgil. “So what do you say? You wanna go back now, or wait a bit?” Virgil pulled his jacket tighter around himself. He did miss the house...and his room...and his family.

He sighed, his anxiety failing as he placed down the cup of hot chocolate, stood up, and without another word dropped into the shadows.

Virgil appeared in his room, relieved (and for whatever reason a bit upset) that no one was there. He gulped, debating whether it would be more awkward to walk out and find the others or just wait there until someone comes in. But Dad decided that for him, singing a song from a musical he hadn’t shown Virgil yet as he went about cleaning the house.

Dad stared up at him, expression blank as his brain tried to figure out what was going on. The memory of their first time seeing each other face-to-face played in Virgil’s head—and wow, he looked just as confused as he did back then.

The lightbulb went off in his brain and his eyes widened, dropping his cleaning supplies and pulling him into a hug, letting out a relieved, almost delirious laugh. “Oh thank goodness you’re okay!” Warmth filled Virgil’s heart as he hugged back as best he could, his arms pinned to his sides by Dad’s tight grip. “You were at your cave, right? I really need to figure out where that place is.”

“Janus and Remy know, Emile sent them to kidnap me and bring me to their place.”

Dad pulled away, eyes wide. “They kidnapped—” He stumbled over his words, sounding both alarmed and confused, before going silent. “You know what, I’m not even surprised.”

“Yeah, those guys are weird.”

“How did those kids know where the cave was, though?” Virgil shrugged.

“I think all three of us were formed there, they just never actually lived there. That’s my best guess at least.”

“Well...I’m just glad they found you. We’ve all been really worried.” Virgil heard four small feet running up the stairs and over to his door, two faces peering in. Smiles spread across Logan and Patton’s faces as they practically tackled Virgil to the ground, clinging onto him as if he’d disappear if they let go. Virgil hugged them back, just happy to see them again.

Then he heard another pair of feet run up the stairs, and Roman appeared in the doorway. Virgil gave him an uneasy smile. “I’m...sorry for breaking your toy, Ro, I didn’t mean—”

Roman’s lip began to quiver and tears streamed down his cheeks as he ran to hug Virgil, clinging on tightly as he babbled out apologies until his words were completely unintelligible. Virgil awkwardly hushed him, running a hand through his hair as his incoherent babbling began to die down. “It’s fine, Ro, I’m okay.”

“It’s not fine!” Roman whined. “You disappeared for two days and I was really mean to you and I thought you’d never come back and I’m sorry!” Virgil looked to Dad, hoping he would be able to help. Dad came over and gently shushed Roman, saying “Virgil’s here now, he’s not gonna leave, we’re all gonna be okay, bud.”

Roman slowly calmed down, tears no longer falling from his eyes and breathing beginning to steady. Dad asked Logan and Patton to go back downstairs while he talked with Roman and Virgil. He had to make sure his two oldest kids would be okay.

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