#wait is that supposed to be the little prince i wasnt paying attention

[babylion]

#i love it #wait is that supposed to be the little prince i wasnt paying attention #side note but hes so smexy #full sun #nct

[mysafehaneul]

Aquamarine

I am thinking of making it a series if it gets good response tho.

The Gif is from Yuri on Ice, since I can't find any other aesthetically pleasing Gif. CR to the owner.

Wonwoo×Reader (Angst; slight fluff)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.5k ish...

ArrangemarriageAu!

Timestamp

[8:18PM]

The light illuminating from the chandelier as u stood under it and its light reflecting on the glass you were holding onto as if your life depended on that grip, you were trying your best to look calm and collected but your anxious eyes and nervous smile were slowly giving it away from time to time you were glancing towards the entrance of the mansion where you and your soon to be fiancè was supposed to get engaged yet the latter was no where to been seen most of the guest were too caught up in their own conversations pay mind to you yet giving a glance at your direction in short intervals, dressed in their finest and pulled up their most civilised and happy upfront you were aware although it didnt seemed like it, there were some silent eyes observing yours and your families every move to catch a sniff of drama for their headlines and small flashes from the camera around you, you were unconsciously biting your lips when your left a small hand slightly hovering over yours taking the glass out of your grip you looked up to see you mother with slight tensed eyes giving you a tight smile,

"Pull yourself together sweetheart I have thought you better, Where is Wonwoo?"

To be honest you would like to know the answer to that question too where is Wonwoo? A small inaudible sigh left your lips you leaned into your mother's ears to whisper

"Anywhere but here, Why don't you ask his parents about their son's whereabouts"

You both looked at the bar where Wonwoo's parents were sitting while one of their bodyguards' talking to Mr. Jeon and he looked like he was about to pop a vein of his brain trying his best to keep his voice low In order to avoid any attention when Mrs. Jeon's eyes met yours and then your mother's she gave you a small smile and diverted her attention back to her slightly frantic husband raising her hand on his back and rub it up and down to calm him down anyone from a 10-mile radius could sense the tension in the room, everyone is here except the man of the hour. You liked her, Wonwoo's mother she was a good person that's all you can say from your two encounters the first one was when both of the families ate lunch and you met your mother's childhood best friend and his wife aka Wonwoo's parents and the second was a dinner where they expressed their wish to make you their daughter-in-law, making you both you and Wonwoo choke in your respectable food and him on his drink you were well aware that things like these are not decided over two meals in the gap of one week because the way your parents looked unfazed and nodding as If it's approval to their wishes all you could think was a heads-up would have been nice so that you could have fled to Paris or something. Wonwoo looked like he was about to explode in rage but he trying to mask it with all his might but the shake in his body was slightly giving it away seemed like he had no prior knowledge of this either as he excused himself to the washroom.

Just like that day you were alone standing in the middle of a ballroom surrounded by acquaintances extended family and friends waiting for him to show up and do the formality play the part of a dutiful son and a reliable successor of their family business. You both knew that this was a marriage of convenience and no matter what you had to bend your knees in front of the responsibilities and the wishes of your families, The heels you were wearing were numbing your feet and a small headache making it way up from the tight bun and buzz from the champagne you were drinking.

Your parents were now talking or more like assuring the Jeon's when you felt someone stand next to you looking to your left you saw your best friend looking at you holding two glasses extending one in your direction which you gladly took raising it to your lips you took a small sip and felt the bubbly liquid going down your throat,

"Gosh even Aphrodite would be jealous of you today, Wonwoo is going to fall in love with you all over again "

when did he fall in love with you in the first place you thought to yourself nodding in their direction you gave them a small smile,

"Thanks, babe," you said taking a step back and doing an up and down at their attire "you don't look that bad yourself either".

Rolling their eyes they said, " I know but tonight is about you. So where is your prince charming, it's about time he showed up-" as they said that all heads turned toward the entrance in Walks the prince charming in his slicked black hair and royal blue tuxedo matching your attire he was not wearing his glasses maybe lenses. His parents sighed in relief and walked towards him you saw his father asking him something but his mother squeezed his arms stopping him from drawing any unwanted attention soon acquaintances flocking him shaking his hands and mingling you noticed the frown easing from your father's face as your mother was talking to someone from your company and your father trying to keep up with them without being rude.

Wonwoo was easily towering over most of the people in this room he was talking to someone when your eyes met but to were quick to look away.

"Close your mouth you are drooling all over the floor," your friend said making you roll your eyes throwing a small glare in their direction you were about to make a remark when from the corner of your eyes you saw his figure striding towards your direction as he reached next to you his hands going on the back of your waist and leaning in to plant a small kiss on your cheeks catching you slightly off guard your hands on autopilot went to grab his bicep before you stumble you both never stood in this proximity let alone kisses on the cheeks He leaned into your ears his lips slightly bumping the shell of your ear making the goosebumps rise on your skin as his breath fanned in your ear he whispered, "sorry I am late, I hope nothing exceptional happened in my absence"

You moved your head away your eyes locked as you reached for his ears and replied,

"Your father was about to pop a vein if you can call that exceptional" your eyes didn't miss the red mark below his ear lobe and now your question of where he was and who he was with, was answered before you even had the chance to ask with a little disappointment bubbling in your stomach but you tried ignored it with all your might.

.

.

Soon you both were standing facing each other with his hand in yours as your slid the engagement ring on his fourth finger, his mother beaming with glee and his father fashioned a proud smile on his face she and pulled out a box from her bag handing it over to wonwoo as he open the box the people surrounding the both of you went awestruck and why not it was a princess cut aquamarine ring one of a kind removing it from the box the diamond reflected the light of the chandelier he reached for your hand, there was a slight shake in wonwoo's breath and you couldnt differentiate if it was his or your hands which were sweating as the ring slid inside your finger wonwoo noticed how you hands were slightly shaking he gave your hand a light squeeze and closed his eyes taking a moment to gather himself you were about to reciprocate the squeeze but the pop of champagne starled you removing your hand form his your mother engulfed you in her arms as if you have just returned from war soon one by one the congratulations kept flooding in when you eyes met your father's he gave you a nod and an assuring smile he knew that wonwoo wasnt the one you want, but he believed that he was the best choice for you and your bussineses future. All you could think to yourself Is that It's not the parent's fault to think the best for their children and their future but why do they forget that their happiness matters equally too their opinions matter too they matter too, You can't help but look at Wonwoo, feeling sad for both of yourself he was doing a pretty decent job to pull up a happy facade which matched yours but his eyes said otherwise as you both caught each other gaze you knew that there is no turning back from here two different paths joining together to form a single road now it's unbeknownst to you how the journey will go...

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[literaila]

tricks and tips.

loki x gn!reader. title says it all. be warned. 

*

the first time you met loki,

he was sitting in a cage. it was cold where they were keeping him, somewhere far too excluded from everything else, someplace that you barely recognized yourself. it was cold, and it was dark everywhere except the glass composure he was trapped in.

this wasn’t really a prison, you knew. it couldn’t have been a prison for him when he was just sitting there, watching you, no movement, no sound.

but still, something about the cage made you want to crawl out of your skin.

or maybe it was him.

maybe it was his eyes, the cruel words he had spoken to everyone else. he wasn’t just a man, he would remind you, he was something other.

you’d first been called in to interrogate him (having a doctorate in psychology was very useful apparently) and try to determine what his next move was. 

though within five seconds of entering the room, you wondered why anyone would think there was any move he could make in the first place. he was completely enclosed, trapped in something that looked like it could hold even the scariest of monsters. 

and well, you werent quite sure if that was him. 

though, you couldnt deny the chill that ran down your spine as his eyes watched you as you walked closer and closer, not letting any fear you might have deter you from the job you were supposed to be doing. figure out what his next move was. simple. 

“hello,” you started, a professional smile on your face. you could’ve sworn he’d flinched. “i’m y/n.” 

the only thing you got in return was a roll of his eyes, clearly fed up with you, probably with the cage, and definitely with the wall he was leaning against. 

your neck ached in sympathy. 

“you must be loki, yes?” trying again, you drew a chair that was sitting next to the cage, probably leftover from the last person that had tried to talk to him, and leaned back, waiting for whatever answer he would give. 

turns out, that didnt take long. 

“prince” he, not quite hissed but announced. his face was not any more pleasant, and it was clear he wasnt joking. 

even still, you had to put in some effort not to giggle. it wasnt as if you’d ever gotten corrected by a ‘prince’ before. or that you’d even been in the vicinity of one. 

allowing only a small twitch at the corner of your lips, you nodded seriously, opening the notebook you’d been holding. “ah yes, prince loki. i’m sorry” 

“why are you here?” he asked, leaning his head against the wall again, and closing his eyes. “another person sent to discover all my secrets? figure out what to do with someone like me?” 

it was silent for a moment, the two of you were completely alone. it was still cold, it was still dark, but this close to the prince, you could observe the slow movements he was making. you could see his face clearly, the dread unhidden from his features. 

you supposed it must be draining, to have people asking you the same things, hoping to find out something new. 

you wonder how long he’d been left alone since he’d arrived in the small prison. how long he’d been watched. 

someone more cheerful, less conceded, might be a relief. 

“well yes, i guess so.” there was no point in lying, especially considering it didnt seem like he was going to cooperate anyway. “but i’m willing to bet that it wouldnt matter even if i tried,” 

he opened his eyes at that, something new on his face. something other than the distaste he already had for you. 

“its usually not safe to make bets with me, as i’m sure my brother already told you.” he spit out the word brother. it didnt surprise you, but you still scribbled something down in the notebook you were holding. you didnt fail to notice the change in topic. 

“i actually havent spoken to him yet, just the agent who called me in. i cant seem to remember their name...” 

loki stood up then, walking around the cage, stretching out. he looked different now, less angry, maybe a bit more tired than when you’d walked in. there was nothing else in the cage. no water, no food, no bed. it would be a struggle to stay sitting for long. 

“you dont work for shield?” the prince asked, now standing in front of you. 

“god, no.” you giggled at the thought, imaging yourself in the all-black uniforms you’d seen on almost every person that had welcomed you in. “i’m just here to... interrogate you.” you made an effort to keep the cheer in your voice, not wanting him to return to the other side of the cage and ignore you for the rest of the time you were locked in here with him. 

it wouldnt make for a very good report. 

“no i suppose not...” he drawled, smirking at you with crueler eyes than before. you recognized the insult but paid no mind to it. he was locked in a glass cage, multiple levels below the ground. he had a right to be a little bitter. “now about that bet,” 

huh. maybe a game would work then. you were almost sure that he’d been purposefully trying to move past that. 

“i think, knowing that you are the god of mischief, that even if i asked questions-- and you answered --that it wouldnt be too far-fetched to say that it would be all lies.” you watched his face change, the tiny twitch of his lips. “a safe bet, i’m assuming.” 

loki sat back down, this time in the middle of the floor with his long legs crossed over each other. he was looking at you completely now, blank face. it wasnt as scary now, and you werent sure if this was the right prison for someone as calm as he seemed. 

“i’ve been told its not good to assume,” he replied, looking down to his lap. 

you nodded along, silent then. 

it was another minute after, both of you thinking completely different things, before anyone spoke. you, of course, were trying to figure out your best course of action. what you could ask to get him to say something that you could report back to the people waiting for you, what he would need to hear to actually reveal something that wasnt already known. 

it was only when you looked up and saw loki scowling once again that you decided it was best to just keep the conversation going. 

“how long have you been here, then?” 

“here, physically? only around a day or two. i cant tell what time it is.” he looked around, nodding to the black walls, the light that was only coming from the floor beneath him. “on earth? ...well, far longer than i intended to be.”

“hmm” 

loki raised a brow. “hmm?” 

you looked down at your lap, undeterred by the demand in his voice. he didnt like to not know. 

“Its just that,” you looked back up at him, offering a smile and using your hands to gesture in the air. “based on what i’ve heard of you... on the news, it seems more like you came to ‘annihilate’ us all. and, well i just figured that would take a bit longer than a couple of days?” 

you kept eye-contact with him. he was far less intimidating when he was sitting like a child. far less intimidating when his eyes werent full of murder. 

he nodded, leaning his chin on his hand, staring. “that sounds like a question.” he muttered, uninterested. he looked a bit bored, mostly tired, but still. 

“oh right,” you leaned back, distancing yourself from him and returning your eyes to the notebook. “sorry”  

loki sighed, kept silent for a moment before he saw that you werent going to say anything else. he had to know. 

“if i tell you something, will you tell me what you’re writing in that thing?” 

your eyes perked up. that was a good offer. 

“i thought it wasnt smart to make deals with the ‘god of mischief’?” you emphasised the title with a wave of your hands, hoping to get him to smile. 

just something to report, you reminded yourself. just stay long enough to get him comfortable. 

“its not,” he smirked, watching you decide. this suddenly felt a bit too much like a dare. 

and, well, you werent something who backed away from a dare. 

“okay, deal.” 

loki didnt reply, only waved a hand as if to say get on with it before yawning. he was definitely paying attention, but his show of boredom was greatly appreciated even still. 

you werent used to being told what to do with gestures, but it was clear that loki was very used to telling other people what to do with just a gesture. it was the prince in him, you supposed. didnt mean you were going to listen. 

“why am i going first?” you asked, arms crossed in front of you now. 

loki laughed, full out. he gestured around him with wide eyes, energy sudenly coming back to him. he looked much more like a prince now, than he did before. “it would seem that i’m at a bit of a disadvantage.” 

you glared at him, unmoving. “how do i know you’ll tell me anything real?” 

lies, you thought. you were very familiar with them, familiar to listening to them and familiar to dealing with them. 

“you have my word,” he promised, sincerely with a hand over his heart. 

it was definitely too much. but still, you grabbed the notebook and flipped it around so that he could see. the look on his face might’ve been just enough to make this entire day worth it. 

it was just scribbles, after all. little doodles to help keep you focused. 

but of course, the god of mischief, prince of asgard, didnt know that. 

he only stared at you, an astounding look in his eyes. and you, only smirked. copying his gesture from earlier. 

get on with it. 

“fine,” he quipped. crossing his arms over his chest. copying you now. it only made you smile wider. “i wasnt born on asgard. i also murdered my biological father.” no remorse on his face with those words, just another yawn. 

well. that wasnt expected. 

“that wasnt the deal,” you said, instead of offering any sympathy you might have. pity you knew he wouldnt want. any disgust that came with the words. he didnt want emotions, and you still needed something to report. 

you suddenly felt angry with him, and you couldnt tell why. 

“darling, i said i would tell you something. not that i would tell you anything useful.” he laid down then, right in the middle of the floor. it was ridiculous. but then you could see him closing his eyes, putting his hand over his face to block out the light. “its not like you gave me anything useful either.” he teased the words out, yawning again. 

maybe you’d misread his mischief, his distaste. 

“when was the last time you got any sleep?” you asked, instead of acknowledging anything he said. 

his face snapped up at that, the pressure in the room rising to the highest level. it seemed that you’d struck a nerve. he had been there far too long. 

“another question,” he hissed, distaste back plain and clear in his eyes, tinting his mouth. he was mad now, angry. it probably wasnt at you, you thought. it was probably at the situation, at his brother, at himself. 

you might’ve known a bit more than you’d led on. 

“when i was a kid,” you started, pleasant smile back on your face. you were in the company of a prince after all. “my mom used to tell me to think ‘happy thoughts’ to fall asleep.” you saw him wince slightly, but you werent finished. “it helped lure me to sleep, and also keep away nightmares.” 

“why are you telling me this?” he demanded, quietly. whatever he didnt like about what you were saying, it was too late to take back. 

“just in case you needed some help. or a reminder to take a nap.” 

and then someone was calling your name, leading you out of the dark room. you looked back at loki once more, another smile. 

you were sure you’d be back soon. 

and loki, well he was watching you walk away. listening to the silence you’d left behind. 

compared to any other person that had attempted to talk to him, to get something out of him. you were the most entertaining. and also slightly annoying. 

but still, he couldnt get those words out of his head. and he couldnt get the weight off his eyes. 

five minutes later, your voice in his ear, he was sound asleep against the glass wall. 

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[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Ships and Shells (Pt.1)

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There were a great many things that Virgil didnt know, how to solve complex math equations, how to balance a book on his head, how the ocean could be so close to him yet so obscenely far. Really that was what confused him, a title of 'Prince of the Seas' and yet he hadnt set foot near one once in his life.

For a kingdom based so heavily around aquaculture, it was rather odd that his parents seemed to fear water more than they feared the idea of poison in their goblets.

Of course, that didnt mean they'd halted the economy all together, oh no, it was perfectly alright for other people to do the dirty work of the oceans, so long as the nobility stayed away from it.

But that's the thing about keeping an eighteen year old boy trapped in an expansive palace with windows pointing out to a place he wasnt allowed to go. It never worked.

In the case of this particular rebellion, Virgil had strayed off nearly every day at night to watch the tides, to feel the water on his feet, to call out to the distant shore that seemed oh so welcoming when he wasnt allowed to accept its invitations.

And if he couldnt sneak out, he watched ships dock and leave from the harbor as often as he could, his mind swimming with ideas of what it might be like.

"But mother I dont want to go to my classes! The instructor is all boring and- creepy-" Virgil complained, dragging his nails along the table and pouting slightly.

"Well if you didnt want extra classes than maybe you shouldve paid more attention the first time," the queen responded coldly.

"Well how can I! You've placed the classroom right next to the ocean! If you wanted me to pay attention so badly why would you give me a view like that!" Virgil responded, throwing his arms up.

"Well I'd expect you to have a little more self control than that!" And that settled it, if Virgil's mother was mad, there would be no further questions. Virgil mumbled a bit before he stormed off to his classes, fidgeting with his hoodie strings as he walked.

Of course, he still didnt pay a single lick of attention, simply stared out of the window and cringed at his professor's comments until it was over.

And then it happened, he'd walked out of the study, and heard a loud crash from outside. He raced to a farther window, pressing his face against the glass.

A large black ship was docked in the harbor, and the harbor itself, was on fire.

Virgil had to duck as something hit the window, a quick look allowed him to recognize it as a grappling hook. So Virgil began to run as fast as he could, watching pirates was one thing, getting taken by them was another.

Unfortunately for Virgil, he was fast, but pirates with ropes were much faster. Virgil froze as he heard boots land on the floor in front of him, and attempted to turn back in the other direction, only to run into another pirate.

"Aaawwweee, poor thing, he thinks we're gonna hurt him doesnt he!" Said one of the pirates, cackling. Virgil looked up and spat in his face. The man blinked, pouting slightly.

"Well fine, since you want to be so rude about it, Janus? Roman?" The man looked over Virgil's shoulder, Virgil attempted to break into a run again, only for his arm to get caught by someone else. He swilling around and attempted to bite his captor, only to feel someone else press against his neck, his vision went spotty, and then faded entirely.

He woke up in a cell, the smell of salt water filled his nostrils, he had cloth wrapped around his mouth, wrists, and ankles.

"Terribly sorry for the lackluster greeting, we're not used to skittering mice," Virgil glared at the man standing outside of his cell.

"Gee, you could kill a man with those eyes," the man cackled. Virgil let out a low snarl.

"Oooohhh, I'm shaking in my boots!" The man leaned against the cell, lifting on leg up and propping it on a barrel behind him.

"Tell me, what exactly do you think you'll be able to do to me when you're stuck in there, and even if you were out, pompous prince like you couldnt even throw a proper punch," the pirate said with a grin, Virgil noticed silver fangs glinting at the front of his mouth. Virgil lunged at him slightly, only to end up falling on his face. The silver-fanged man let out another sickening cackle.

"And dont get any ideas about escaping, you're on Captain Remus Duke-Prince Kingsley's ship now, and you'll abide by my rules, or you'll find yourself hanging from a fish hook off the hull," the Captain's voice took on a sudden threatening tone that sent chills down Virgil's spine. Virgil watched as Remus turned on his heel and strode out of the room, wishing ever so intensely that he couldve broken his bonds and strangled the man before he even set foot outside the door.

It felt as though Virgil had been alone in that cell for hours before someone showed up, he was short, with messy auburn hair and bright green eyes. He looked guilty, sad even.

"Here's your food, I'll uh- get that cloth off now-" he stammered, slipping the tray through a slot in the cell, Virgil turned his back to the man, waiting patiently as he felt the man's fingers working through the cloth bindings. Almost as soon as he felt the last piece of cloth fall from his body he bolted upright and tried to push his way through the cage bars. The man who'd delivered his food gave him a pitying look, but didnt stop him. It wasnt until Virgil had managed to tire himself put and collapse onto the floor that he spoke.

"Well, I suppose if you're quite finished, youd like to ask questions, then?" He said, raising an eyebrow. His face was soft, even the mildly annoyed look spread across it now didnt take away from the rosy flush of his cheeks, nor the faint glimmer of his irises.

"Yeah, question one, what the hell do you think you're playing at," Virgil said, slamming his arm against the cage bars again, ignoring the vibration it sent through his body.

"Ok, dont get mad, which is probably a redundant statement since you already look like you're going to explode, but, I cant answer that particular question yet," he said, the guilty expression quickly resurfacing.

"Ok, sure, fine, can you at least tell me what you need me for? Because it clearly isnt a ransom or I'd already be dead," Virgil grumbled, smirking slightly at the worry this seemed to cause the man.

"Well uh, I dont have all of the details, but uh- well- Remus says- I think- we need your help with something? Like- finding something, he says we cant do it unless you're with us," the man stuttered, shifting his feet on the ground.

"Oh really? So if I were to- say, remove myself from the equation, you'd be at a loss hm?" Virgil said, the man let out a terrified squeak. Virgil gave a merciless laugh, for a pirate, whoever this man was, he was nowhere near as threatening as his captain.

"Well uh- yes- that's, how I assume it would work- but uh- I dont think it would be very beneficial to you either-" the man continued, his boots now tapping more frequently on the ground.

"You and I have very different ideas of beneficial," Virgil replied.

"Roman? Is everything alright my darling?" Virgil paused as he heard another voice, this one deeper, almost silky in tone.

"I'm alright Janus-" Roman replied, Virgil heard shuffling.

"Are you going to eat? I dont think it wise to starve yourself, after all, a prince of the seas die in the middle of the ocean? There are far less ironic alternatives, and with much more bravado than that," Janus said, Virgil muttered a bit before he turned to the tray, which was, by some odd miracle, still hot. He glanced in the direction of his co-captors to get a better look at the second figure. Janus was tall, with wavy brown hair that was parted to the right, the left side was shaved, there was a very prominent yellow snake skull drawn on the right side of his face as well, and he, to, had metallic fangs, though his were gold, and were visible even with his mouth closed, Roman, it seemed, had no such additions. Virgil eyed them both carefully before he started eating, and he hadnt realized how hungry he was till that exact second.

"And dont worry about excercise, you'll only be trapped here until we're in the next town, of course you wont be getting off the ship, so dont get any ideas," Janus said calmly.

"And what makes you think you can stop me?" Virgil said, glaring up at him.

"Who exactly do you think incapacitated you upon our arrival at the castle?" Janus said plainly, flexing his hands, upon which were gold accents that seemed to trace it like a skeleton.

"Well, enjoy your meal, and dont sit still for to long, it gets dreadfully uncomfortable for your joints to get that stiff," and with that, the pair were gone, Janus fixing his hat, and Roman clinging to Janus' arm like a lovestruck puppy.

And there was Virgil, alone, and very much unhappy.

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[peacedolantwins]

Resentment part 2

A/n: This took me longer than it should have but finally did it. I love that a lot of you loved the first part

The first night when you got home with the ring you had to pay to get back, you actually thought about filling a police report on Grayson. After all he technically did steal from you.

But you couldnt bring yourself to do it. As much as you hated him for what he did, you weren’t that cruel. You knew word would get out and it would be all over the internet, damagining not only his, but Ethans reputation as well.

While going out with Grayson was like going out with prince charming at first, being a princess just wasnt for you. All of the things he liked, you found yourself just going along with to keep him happy.

You loved him, but not how you thought you would. You loved him as a best friend, someone who was nice to you, and he gave you all the attention you wanted while you tried to get over who you really did love.

Ethan.

Ethan and yours relationship was a bit complicated to say the least. You had known each other since you were sixteen and slowly became close. You had hung out with him and Grayson together but that wasnt as often.

You enjoyed Grayson being around, you thought he was sweet and caring, but he wasnt Ethan.

You found yourself falling for the older twin with the more closed off personality. The one who wasnt all touchy and understood the need for personal space. The one who needed time to open up to people and kept their heart guarded from the outside world.

While Ethan enjoyed just staying home and relaxing, he didnt mind the occasional adventure to see the world around him.

And thats what you loved about him. He was able to pull you out of your shell and just get out and explore but he also didnt mind just hanging out at home.

And he felt the same way about you. He loved that he could be himself around you and not have to worry if you thought he was boring because you did the same things you did. When Grayson would go out and he was left alone, he always went to you because he knew the two of you could just hang out.

And the two of you saw the looks the other would send each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking. You both felt how comfortable you were around each other.

But neither of you officially said how you felt. You both knew there were feelings, but it was a scary thought. What if it didnt work out? What if it ended badly and you each lost your best friend?

You waited for Ethan to make a move to show he was actually interested in a relationship with you but nothing ever happened.

So you tried to move on. You could live with not having that relationship with him as long as your friendship stayed intact. You went on a few dates here and there but nothing ever happened.

Then Grayson asked you out. Grayson who was sweet and kind and wore his heart on his sleeve.

The first few times you two went out it was a little awkward. It felt like walking on eggshells around him as you tried to find the same interests as him.

He was clearly interested so you gave it a shot. Maybe if you waited longer and spent more time with him you would have feelings for him.

And you did. Or you thought you did. You loved him in your own way but it wasn’t the same as he felt for you and you knew it.

Holding his hand felt off and the few times you two kissed just felt wrong. You wanted to call it off but then he started buying you things.

And you didn’t stay in it for the objects but out of guilt. Here you had this gorgeous and caring guy taking you out and spending hundreds of dollars on you and you should have been lucky to have someone like that but still you felt nothing but friendship towards him.

Then he stopped with the gifts and fancy dates and you were so glad. Money made you uncomfortable so you figured that maybe without all the material objects you could try to know him better. Just the two of you without trying to have a discussion in a hundred dollar restaurant.

But then the comments started. The snide remarks about how much you made. How you had a college degree but still worked as a waitress. How you never wanted to go out. And you tried to deal with it.

And then he sold your grandmother's ring without an ounce of regret and that was enough. Having him leave a five hundred dollar tip for two plates of lettuce and water felt like a slap in the face on top of it all.

Now you had taken all of the things he ever bought you and put them into a box to drop off at his house. You never used them anyways so now he could do what he wanted with all the money he spent on you since that we he cares about most anyway.

When you got to the house you were glad to see his car was gone because you really werent in the mood to deal with him. You were taking the box out of your backseat when you heard the front door open and you paused.

“Y/n?” It was Ethan.

“Hey,” you turned to see him.

“Want some help?” He came closer.

“Please?” The truth was you missed hanging out with Ethan. Yes, you had been trying to get over your feelings for him but you also missed your best friend.

“What is this stuff?” He saw bags and clothes but he didn’t understand why you had it. It wasn’t anything you would ever use and he knew that.

“Stuff your brother gave me. Just came to return it,” you explained and he simply nodded.

“So you guys are done?” He tried to ask casually.

“After how he was acting then what he did? Yeah, I’m gonna say we’re done,” you replied sarcastically.

“Wanna come in for a bit?” He offered

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea right now,” you would love to go in but given what’s happened recently you weren’t sure.

“C’mon just a for a while? He’s supposed to be gone for another hour,” he knew you didn’t want to be around Grayson.

“Just for a little bit,” you caved.

The two of you went in and you waited in his room while he set the box of things down in Graysons. When he came back he threw himself down on the bed next to you and laid back. You then laid back and found yourself using his thigh as a pillow but neither of you minded.

This is how things always were between you two before you got involved with Grayson.

The two of you just started talking about everything but not really going into the topic of your relationship with Grayson. He told you about video ideas they had planned and you talked about funny things that happened at work.

“Bro, why is Y/n’s car here?” You were both laughing when you heard the front door open.

“Fuck,” you checked your phone and saw it was way over an hour since you got here.

“Ethan?” Grayson barged in to see you both now sitting on the bed.

“Dude what the fuck?” He looked between you two.

“Gray-“

“And you, are you serious? I’m not there to keep paying for everything so you come to him next?” He turned to you.

“Grayson stop,” Ethan stood up, not liking how his brother was talking to the girl he cared about.

“Ethan it’s fine, I’m leaving. And Grayson? I never asked for a damn thing from you so get off your high horse already,” you snapped at him.

Your relationship with Grayson falling apart the way it did lit a fire not only under your ass, but Ethan’s as well.

You weren’t going to be happy until you at least gave it a chance with him and he was never going to be happy seeing you with someone else.

Enough screwing around. It’s time to fight for what you both want.

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Memories

A/N: Part 4. So sorry this may seem crappy. I have been busy, but I will write the next one soon. This is unedited, just warning you. Darker theme in this chapter.

Welcome back!  Shawn Mendes, 21, and (Y/N), 20, have been friends for a while. How did they maintain their friendship? 

Where to begin? We must start at the beginning that we could find. Little is known how it all started. 

There is a picture of the two dressed up for Halloween. Shawn,5, was dressed up as Prince Eric while (Y/N), 4, dressed up as Princess Ariel. I must say they are too cute together. 

On the Late Show with Jimmy Fallon, (Y/n), was a guest and was apart of True Confessions. She was playing with Pete Davidson and John Mulaney. She confessed she 'married' Shawn Mendes.  You read right; however, (ship name) is not legally married. There was a pretend wedding where they exchanged ring pops to complete the bind. We still have hope for the two to get legally married later on in life. 

Hopefully, we can get a hold of the video. 

Shawn Mendes told interviews about how the two would always spend Christmas with each other and have their traditions. He would not go into detail because he wanted to keep their traditions private. We can respect that because it seems special to them. 

Their friendship is strong, but it was not always like that. 

Their relationship took a toll when (Y/N)  started to get intimate with a guy. We could see how Shawn did not like the guy. It could have inspired the song, Treat You Better. Could there have been feeling for each other?  The song did come out around the time the romantic relationship was formed. The music video does show an abuse relationship between the female, played by (Y/N) herself, and the boyfriend.  Shawn did not confirm or deny the allegations when fans asked. 

Not much is known about what happened that improved their friendship or convince (Y/N) to drop everything and go on tour with him.  She would join him on his tour and pictures are shown how cozy the two were. 

It would begin the rumors of the two being more than friends. However, this year Shawn became romantically involved with Camila Cabello, cutting all other rumors. The long-time best friends stopped hanging out with each other. Shawn has become invested in his new relationship with Camila that he barely mentions ( Y/N). She, on the other hand, has such kind words when talking about him and understands he has other matters to attend to. 

Overall, what happened to these two? Will they ever become more than friends? Will they become friends again? Can we expect a collab for a new song? 

XOXO 

Dawnn S.

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(Y/N) rolls her eyes, not understanding why the media cares about her relationship with Shawn. 

She remembers all the articles about Shawn and Camila kissing or making out in the open. Yes, it aggravated her, but she tried to make her happy for him. She hated the idea of being jealous. She never got to kiss Shawn in public where everyone could see.  

She remembers the awkwardness in the beginning when they would kiss each other that certain Christmas. 

Then she did something stupid and told him to forget it. She was scared their friendship would be ruined, and the fact her parents were against them being together. He would go on tour for months but kept in contact with her. 

She would later start a relationship with Tristan, not knowing it would be a horrible idea.  Bad memories filled her mind, making her wince at the bad times with him.

It was a new year, and that meant putting the past behind her. Memories of what happened Christmas break kept playing in her head as she makes her way to class. 

"Hey," she yelled, being bumped by someone. She turns, and her eyes meet the beautiful ocean eyes she ever saw. 

He smirks, " sorry," he mumbled, running a hand through his thick curls. 

A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, looking away from him as her heart beats fast. " Just watch it next time," she said, walking off, flipping her hair. She could feel his eyes digging a hole in her.  

A warm sensation grew in the pit of her belly, confusing her because she only felt like this with Shawn. 

It was not the last time she saw the mysterious boy. He would be in her classes sitting right in the back, not paying attention to the lecture. 

She had no idea why she never paid attention to him. Maybe because Shawn was with her all the time, but now he isn't. She sighs, biting her lower lip, daydreaming about the boy. 

Ring. Ring.

The bell startles her as she makes her way to the next class. However, she is stopped by the boy she was daydreaming about. 

" Want to go out?" He asked, straightforward. 

" W-what?" She asked, not believing what he asked. He smirked, knowing he caught her off guard. 

" I forgot to introduce myself. Tristan Kaspbrak. " 

" (Y/N)." 

" I saw you were staring at me during class, which must have been difficult since I sit in the back."  

( Y/N) eyes widen, blushing madly at the embarrassment he caught her. 

" I wa-wasnt. I was l-looking out the window," she said, crossing her arms. 

He lets out a chuckle, shaking his head at how cute she looked. 

" Fine, one date. Pick me up at 8. Don't be late," she mumbled walking away. 

" You never gave me your address," he yelled as she walks away. 

" Figure it out, Tristan."

***

She stood in front of the mirror, running her hands down her dress. She hoped he would find the place alright since she did not say where she lived.

She was wearing a sheer mesh and stripes keyhole front bodycon dress that showed off her curves. She waited for him to come, but he didn't.

It was 9 pm and nothing.

Another hour went by, and nothing. 

Sighing, she texted, Eddie, her friend, told her to come to a party. Deciding to go, after being stood up, she drives there.

Entering the house, music blasting, cheering her up a bit. She scanned the room, looking for Eddie, but she saw Tristan dancing with another girl. (Y/N) could not believe her eyes. He was supposed to pick her up, but here he is with another chick. She couldn't explain why it hurt her. She hardly knew him except for his name. 

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Another Memory

The two enter his room after the date they were on. Tristan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She could feel his body heat, the smell of alcohol on his breath. 

 He leans down trying to kiss her, but she shakes her head.

" No, you are drunk. Maybe later," she told him, pushing him away. He wouldn't stop his harassment.

The final push made him snap. Tristan was yelling at her, she was angry at herself. " Why would you do that?" 

She glanced at the floor, hugging herself, hoping he would not hit her. " I don't know." 

He grabs her angrily before throwing her on the bed. Her eyes widened in fear, her heart beating like a hummingbird. He glared at her before storming out, demanding her to stay there. 

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Memory

He was giving her a ride home, but again he was drinking. He speeds up, not having a care in the world.

 " Tristan, slow down," she begged, not liking how fast he was going. 

" What did you say?" He asked, glaring at her, daring her to talk back at him. 

She stays silent, knowing not to say anything. Her lips open as she screams when he almost hits a pole.

He flings his hand, slapping her in the face. " Shut up. I can drive," he grumbled, stopping at her place.

She nods, knowing to listen to him. She was tired of his treatment. She wanted it over. She hated that she let him push her around. She leans to kiss his cheek, wincing at the pain before entering her home.

 Tears fall her face, wanting the world to end. She couldn't take the treatment anymore. Walking towards her room, she dials Shawn's number, hoping he answers. 

" Hello?" A groggy voice said. " Sh-Shawn?" She asked, holding back more tears for falling. 

" (Y/N), what's wrong?" He asked, getting up immediately, knowing something was wrong. 

" N-nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice. I'm sorry to wake you," she said, tentatively.

 "It's okay. I had to wake up soon anyway. How are you?" 

She starts sobbing, scaring Shawn as he starts to frantically pack. " I'm so tired, Shawn. I can't deal with life anymore," she mumbled, walking towards her closet. 

" Shh, I'm here for you." He didn't like the sound of that. He was making his way to the airport, telling Andrew there was an emergency he had to take care of.

" I know you are, Shawn. I wish I went with you. I wouldn't be feeling this down. I just wanted to say, I love you, Shawn. Goodbye." 

" No! (Y/N) sta-" she hung up, knowing this would be better for her. She writes a note for Shawn before heading to the bathroom. Fear filled her veins as she comes to terms with what she has to do. 

She starts the water, grabbing a razor blade before starting to undress. She settled in the bathtub, closing her eyes, thinking about her life. 

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Her phone rings, bring her out of her thoughts.  Her heart was breaking remembering the low time in her life. She wipes away the tears, she didn't even know were falling. 

She answers the phone, sniffling," hello?" 

" Hello, I am a part of the Late Late Show with James Corden. We contact your agent about you making a guest appearance. He said to talk to you." 

" Yes, I can do that. When would it be?" 

" More in December. We wanted to talk early because of how busy you are." 

She chuckled, knowing what they are talking about. " That is true. Just keep me posted, then I can make sure I am free that day. 

She sighs, deciding it was time for her to go out. She had a few hours before she had to go meet up with her Costar.  

It was a cool day in September, people were getting ready for the holidays coming up. She made a mental note to pick up some candy before going home.

***

Tom Holland was waiting for (Y/N) to come to the studio. They were filming their last scene together in the movie. 

" Hi," he said, seeing the actress/ singer, and become memorised by her beauty. 

" Nice to meet you," she said, offering her hand. He slips his own, feeling how soft her hand is. 

The two make their way to the studio, talking amongst themselves. Tom would glance at her from time to time throughout the recording because if how amazing she is. 

After the recording, Tom didn't want to go home. He wanted to spend more time with her, but she had disappeared. 

  Shawn was on tour, having the time of his life. He always felt alive singing in front of his fans because this was his passion. There was some sadness when he knew (Y/N) was not there supporting him. 

He almost dialed her number countless times, but he always stopped himself. Her words ringing in his head that made him stop. 

His family missed her too because they would always ask him what happened. He just said she needed space, and she will come back when she is ready. 

Fans were noticing as well. Some were asking personal questions about his friendship with (Y/N). He tried to change the subject since it was a painful topic.  

He didn't care what the media was writing because they didn't know the whole story. They didn't know the happy memories the two shared. The painful memories too that would scare anyone else. So yeah, he didn't care what they wrote. He knows he will always be there for her and vice versa. 

" Shawn, you are on in 10 minutes." 

Shawn looks up, noticing he was in the dressing room, getting ready for his performance. Nodding, he made his way to the stage, smiling brightly as if he was not sad. 

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This is my submission for a picture is worth a thousand words challenge hosted by @speedyoperarascalparty. The amazing @riseandshinelittleblossom gave me my photo (Which I LOOOOVE) thanks boo. The pairing I chose is Leo & Alicia from the cgw world by @ao719 @riseandshinelittleblossom @speedyoperarascalparty, @cocomaxley and myself.

This is pure fluffy. Ooey gooey sweetness. Enjoy!

Alicia walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her body. She glanced over at the bed a beautiful light pink floral sun dress laid out for her, with a note attached.

Meet me in the foyer at 5. -Love, Leo

A smile played on her lips. It was their first real date since becoming official. Sure they had been out together before, but they always called it hanging out and yes she had been his date to courtly functions, but again they were friends with benefits so it was fitting. At first when he asked her to go on a date, she thought he was joking so she laughed only he was serious. Shaking her head at the thought, She slipped the dress over her head.  She dried her hair and did it in loose beach waves Fixed her makeup, slipped in a pair of wedges and headed down to meet Leo.

She descended the staircase, Leo's mouth fell open. “You look breathtaking love.” he leaned in pressing his lips to her cheek. “You don't look so  bad yourself handsome.” Leo wore a pair of dark wash jeans, and a short sleeved button up, amd a new pair of sneakers. “New shoes?” she eyed him. “Of course. Shall well?” He grinned holding his arm out. She looped her arm in his and they walked out of the palace.

Leo opened the passenger door of the sleek black bmw, closing it as she was inside. He ran around to the drivers seat. “So, you gonna tell me what you have planned or what?”

“So impatient.” he teased. “we are going to dinner, somewhere you'll like.”

“Ok, fine. I'll let you have your fun.”

He reached over turning on the radio. “Here sit back, listen to some music and enjoy the ride.” She complied as he drove down the drive way and onto the highway. Taking the long way, he zipped through the hills of the cordonian countryside. He knew how much Alicia loved the scenery. “How you doing over there?” He glanced over at her, breaking the silence that settled over the car.

“Good. Just enjoying the view.” She grinned

A few minutes later they came over the last of the tall hills, the sparkling ocean laid out in front of them. A wide grin spread across her lips “I dont think I'll ever get tired of this view.”

“Neither will I.” His eyes never leaving her.

They pulled up to a small restaurant sitting right on the beach. “Seaside Gem?” She read the sign. “Yup, its one of my favorite places. I hope you like it.” He grinned holding his hand out to help her out of the car. They walked into the restaurant, the quaint view from the outside was nothing compared to the inside. The interior was decorated in a tasteful nautical theme, the wood craftsmanship was breathtaking. “Ah Prince Leo, good to see you.” an older gentleman approached them. “Papa Carl, how are you?” He shook his hand pulling him in for a hug. “Leo, you've brought a friend! And who is this lovely lady?”

“Where are my manners, Carl this beautiful woman right here, is my girlfriend, Alicia.” Leo beamed. Carl clutched his chest “Oh my god, i never thought I'd see the day. Come on, come on you two. The best seat in the house for you.” He pulled them along. “Momma louisa is not going to believe it.” He handed them menus as they sat in the booth.

“Papa Carl? Momma Louisa?” Alicia eyed him.

“I found this place when i was a teenager, Damien and I would sneak out, come to the beach and prowl for girls.” He grinned.

“Oh! So you bring girls here often?”

“No. Ive actually never brought a girl here before. I was supposed to meet Damien one day, but he never showed. I wandered around for a while and got hungry, so I came in here. I had no money on me, no credit cards, nothing. But Carl and louisa sat me down and fed me.”

He smiled at the memory, Alicia reached for his hand. “So they became like family?”

“They did, I came back the next week, money in hand. Week after week I would sneak off and come here to eat and enjoy their company. They felt like a family, lord knows my father wasnt a very good father after Liam's mom died.”

“Oh my little Leonard, come give momma a hug.” a short olive skinned woman, with a thick italian accent came barreling around the corner.

He stood hugging her, leaning down so she could kiss each cheek.  “Momma louisa, this is my girlfriend Alicia. Alicia this is Momma Louisa.”

Alicia stood extending her hand “Its nice to meet ya.”

“This one, shes American no?” she looked between the two. “Ah yes, I am actually. Long Beach in New York.” Alicia answered.  

“Ahh Mia familia in New York, ah in Brooklyn.” Louisa smiled. “Come, come.” she motioned for Alicia to come closer as she wrapped her in a giant hug. “I like her Leonard, you keep this one eh.” She pointed her finger at him. “I plan to mamma.”

They ordered and the waiter brought their meal out. Leo ordering  scoglio which had scallops, shrimp, muscles and clams. Alicia ordering chicken parmigiana, her absolute favorite meal.

“Ok I dont even like sea food and that, looks amazing.” She eyed his dish. “Oh. it is. Wait til you taste yours.” He watched as she cut into the tender, juicy cutlet and twirled the spaghetti on the fork. She took a bite. Her eyes snapping shut. “mmmmm oh. My. God. Leo, this is, wow! Its like i died and gone to Italian heaven. This is way better then mine.”

“I told you. But I happen to think yours is really damn good love.”

They devoured their food. Paying the bill, and hugging Carl and louisa goodbye, with the promise to come back atleast once a month.

She started walking towards the car before Leo stopped her. “No love. Were not leaving just yet.” he lead her down a small path that opened up to a boardwalk,  complete with shops and stahls. “Care to take a stroll?” He laced his fingers with hers.

“Of course. But only if you win me something.”

They walked hand in hand along the semi crowded boardwalk. A few people gasping, pointing and speaking amongst themselves. “People are staring, Leo.” Alicia dropped her voice. “So, let them stare.” He chuckled as they continued their walk stopping at the arcade. “Lets see. Ring toss? NO. skiball? To easy. Ah! This.” He stopped at the bottle toss game. “Leo. these things are always rigged.” She whispered. “Nonsense, Let me show you how its done.” He paid the attendant and grabbed the 3 balls. He threw on hitting it, wobbling a few, the 2nd ball knocked the top bottle off, but on the 3rd he hit it just right and all of the bottles came tumbling down. He picked a large stuffed weiner dog that she named Fred.

They continued their walk, talking and laughing along the way. “Tell me, where do you see yourself in oh 5 years?” He asked, trying to pull her attention from the people that had now crowded to the boardwalk.  “Five years? Well, if we are being honest.” She paused for a moment, not sure if she should really say what her heart's desire was. She closed her eyes for a second, and took a deep breath. “I hope to be married and have at least one child by then.”

She waited for him to choke, stop walking, stutter nervously, but he didn't. “Is that so?” He sounded amused.

“Yeah. It's just, something I've always wanted. To be married, have a family.” She nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. “And tell me Alicia, do you see that for us?” Alicia stopped dead in her tracks now turning to look directly at him. “I. Um. I would be lying if I said the thought never crossed my mind. But Leo I understand if that's not something you want. I know it was a big step, asking me to be your girlfriend. I would never push-”

“You would never push anything on me love.” He cut her off, she opened her mouth to speak, but he continued. “Alicia, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were different.  Everything about you pulled me in. It took me a little bit to realize that you were the one, but mostly because of my wanting to deny my feelings. ” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear “I am hopelessly in love with you, Alicia McCall. And I would be lying if I said I didn't want to make you my wife,  and the mother of my children.” A stray tear rolled down her face. Her eyes darted around at the large crowd of onlookers. “They're really staring now.”

“Maybe I want them to. Maybe I want to give them to see how madly in love I am with you. Maybe, just maybe we should give them a show.” Leo gave her that sly smirk.

She fumbled forwards, he foot grazing the top of his shoe. “Hey, watch the shoes.” He teased.

A matched grin formed on her face. “Oh, i'll watch the shoes alright.” one by one she stood on top of his feet, she leaned up on her tiptoes, pulling the collar of his shirt. He met her demands as their lips crashed together in a soft, passionate kiss. They pulled back staring into each other's eyes. They could hear the gasps, giggles and cameras snapping photos from the press and onlookers around them. “Liam's gonna be pissed.” Alicia giggled. “Let him be.” Leo grinned his large hands wrapped around her waist as he lifted her and spun her around. “Thank you, this has been a great date.” She smiled as he let her down. “You are welcome, but this date is far from over love. Just wait until we get back to the palace.” He growled.

“Well, last one to the car is a rotten egg.” She took off running.

Leo stood there giving her a head start “God I fucking love her.” She said to himself before he took off running.

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Sexuality Headcanon: hmm bi but he really prefers guysGender Headcanon: trans guy but not completely binaryA ship I have with said character: brock + himA BROTP I have with said character: im not gonna say Brock since i already kinda put him for romance, so i’ll go my conjectural tech boysA NOTP I have with said character: probably him & pete since thats the other pop thingA random headcanon: really wary around guns mostly bc of trauma & thats why Brock started using a knife, general social anxiety mostly stemming from being trans & also feelings of inadequacy but Brock helps w that, loves to stargaze, just really loves to go on and on about science and in a sence how beautiful the world is, doesnt sleep well most nights on account of nightmares so he usually just sits in bed or maybe paces around & checks in on his kids, hed check in on Brock but if he gets up then its a sure thing Brock is up as well, doesnt know how to quite hate his dad and it frustrates him, super lazy & whiny he tries to get Brock to carry him everywhere bc what are boyfriends & bodyguards for, cant stand watching his cartoon, never laughs at the stories that Team Venture tells & doesnt understand why other people do, good friends with Sheila, shes pretty secretive about her life & all but he feels like she gets him, hes actually cool w Malcolm & figures hes just kinda annoying, loves his kids more than anything in the world, suicidal since he was a young teen probably, flirted w Brock ALL the time when he first got him, hates loud noises & cant sleep through thunderstorms, babies his kids endlessly, he loves to talk and talk and talk but most people shut him down as a kid w that so hes afraid to now, REALLY LOVES DOGS, his family is such a saving grace he doesnt understand why they love him so much but they do and he wishes he could be better for them, his family really rekindled the warped sense of family he had growing up, General Opinion over said character: i love him i love him more than anything he is such a comfort character i love him i love him

Hank 

Sexuality Headcanon: bi/pan he doesnt care what you call itGender Headcanon: nb trans boyA ship I have with said character: sirena !!!A BROTP I have with said character: Dean ofcA NOTP I have with said character: hmm idk idk any other decent hank pairings unless u demons want me to step in ugly territoryA random headcanon: he came out a few years before Dean did !! constantly calls Brock dad much to his annoyance, partly as a joke & partly bc he really does consider Brock his dad, unapologetically trans & not het he probably is the loudest & proudest in the family, hates vegetables, eats dry cereal as a snack, really into cryptids, hates bananas, doesnt know how to sit still, always excited and on the move, hes probably the most comfortable socially in the family, loves to treat Dean as if hes his actual baby brother, considers basically anyone whos a good friend as family, prefers dogs to cats, really flexible and is constantly climbing on things, he really likes monkeys, stays out of the DC or Marvel debate he just likes Batman, he knows how to catch squirrels and birds and it really freaks his parents out, hes planned his parents wedding since he was like 6 w Dean and ya boys are waiting, very affectionate and cuddly, loves to just sit w his family, likes to help Brock w chores but he sucks, totally thinks Brock could beat Batman in a fight, wants to start a family band but brock called that lame, likes to squish bugs but only if they are small, hates long trips especially when he has to sit still or everyone else stopped talking, really good at random talents he looked up online & thought were cool, the best hugger in the familyGeneral Opinion over said character: lovely lovely boy !!!! love him love him !!!! beautiful smile would give anything for him!!!!

Brock

Sexuality Headcanon: unpop opinion time but hmm very gayGender Headcanon: nb & uses he/him A ship I have with said character: rusty & him !!!A BROTP I have with said character: shoreleave ?A NOTP I have with said character:  womenA random headcanon: he’s mentally ill but pretty subtle w it and all, hes pretty anxious and paranoid esp involving the Venture’s safety, he doesnt sleep well bc he is a very light sleeper & also he just. cant do it very easily, really poor sleep schedule he only gets to bed after the Ventures are asleep and he checks security & maybe gets a few chores out of the way like dishes or smth & he always wakes up way early before the ventures, trust issues mostly from years of OSI work & esp from Molotov constantly backstabbing him, Doc is v important to him bc he is a big source of trust but also comfort he always knows how to calm Brock down, actually very shy he hates crowds & doesnt like talking  to people, really into fashion & stuff but doesnt get into bc Mr Blood On Everything, way into poetry, hes always felt so rough and tumble like all hes supposed to do is hurt other people and go out and be on the attack bc thats kinda the mindset he was raised with w a shitty stepdad and other people in his small hometown and he thoughts thats all he would be thats why he joined football even though he didnt care for it & thats why he loves the Iron Giant & why protecting the Ventures is so important bc he can keep things safe and have a sweet family and be gentle for once in his life, he fell for Rusty first,cat person, knows nothing abt Jonas & his Team, in a constant fued w Action Man esp just bc the dude is a dick & awful, really emotionally detached & generally apathetic outside the Ventures but he wishes he wasnt, he doesnt know how to talk about himself & his emotions or anything that really goes on in his head, he finds OSI work really draining and mehhh not his thing but he feels like its kinda cool so he does it, leaving after the family slays together is like his biggest regret and makes him feel really guilty & hes not good at forgiving himself for lots of things but especially that, he used to not care about dying before he met the ventures, the family is basically his anchor, he has a very detached idea of Self & Who He Is personally, hes impulsive to the point of suicide mostly bc hes not a good thinker in heavy situations and he has trouble wrapping his head around things,very sentimental w the family, he flusters really easy bc romance is not his strong suit and its kinda a new ballgame for him, decent cook, really bad at math but good at memorizing things about other people and random facts, he would rather die before he lets those ventures get a papercutGeneral Opinion over said character: hmm one tough dude

Dean

Sexuality Headcanon: gay !!! Gender Headcanon: trans guyA ship I have with said character: Jared !!!A BROTP I have with said character: hank !!!!A NOTP I have with said character: hmmm idrk !!! not a lot of pickings lolA random headcanon: even tho his family is LGBT he still has really bad anxiety about it, socially anxious & bad at eye contact, loves to collect stuffed animals, kisses frogs when he finds them so maybe theyll turn into a prince he still does this even when hes older but in secret, really loves disney movies, social dysphoria makes him nervous w dating, doesnt like to pick a favorite animal even though its giraffes, but doesnt like to get in the debate of cats v dogs even though he prefers cats, crybaby like the rest of his family, babied by everyone else and he kinda hates it, brock loves them equally but he especially babied dean when they were little, mostly bc him & dean were Venture Safety Patrol and always trying to keep the others from doing something dumb or dangerous, likes to garden & keep plants but hes really forgetful so Brock either has to take over or they die, cries during horror movies, big hand holder, gets frustrated with himself really easily especially growing up, likes to paint nails, smells every flower & pets every animal he can get his hands on, cant handle when people argue w him or w each other, took him a while to realize he was gay and now its really confusing and frustrating for him so he kinda ignores it as much as he can, only comfy wearing short sleeves around his family, best at making flower crowns, loves to style Brocks hair, cant go to bed unless he kisses everyone goodnight, really bad at paying attention he daydreams a lot, collects feathers, gets drained easily in most situations, the king of platonic kisses, likes to color, most comfy around his family & they know hot to take care of him the best, overwhelmed easily, smiles at dogs he sees being walked, refuses to kill spiders or bugs, scared of big bugs but makes Brock put them outside, if its cute he wants it, cant skip rocks even though brock & hank try to teach him, when hes overwhelmed he sits w his family, really bad balance, probably the Venture that gets the most hugs & kisses but its a close raceGeneral Opinion over said character: trying & tired

#trans-rustyventure #asks #vb talk

[sailoryue]

A Saiyan Prince, and his princess

"Complication? What do you mean complication??" Bulma was at her 4th month checkup for her pregnancy, and they finally had a chance to find out the gender if they wanted, which Vegeta did not. He wanted it a surprise, as with saiyan babies they know almost imediatly what the baby is, he actually wanted it to be a surprise. But when they had their ultrasound, the technician had some concern and imediatly paged Bulma's obygn. The doctor pulled up the image of Bulma's ultrasound, and pointed to a part of it. "It appears as if the umbilical chord has wrapped itself arouind the baby's leg." she explained. "What the hell does that mean!?" Vegeta shouted. The seemed to vibrate around him. Bulma may not be able to read energies, but she knew Vegeta enough that things will start to break if left unchecked. And the last thing they needed was to have to find yet another doctor, since Vegeta had "chased away" the first one simply for being a male. She placed a hand on his bicep, which snapped him out of his impending implosion. He looked down at her before taking a deep breath, pulling back on his wayward ki. The doctor gave him a questioning look before continuing. "We're not sure just now. It can and may effect the baby's development, or cause issues down the road. You're best bet right now is to be on strict bed rest. That is the best advisory right now, to prevent any further complications." "Bed rest?" Bulma repeated. "For the rest of my pregnancy?" "Yes. You need to avoid all undue stress." The doctor gave a pointed look at Vegeta. Said saiyan prince narrowed his eyes in return. Bulma sighed in resignation. ----- A few weeks later, Vegeta had just finished training and entered Bulma's bedroom. He paused at the door tho as he had heard her talking to someone, but there was no one else in the room. Who the hell was she talking to? He marched over to her bed, and the conversation she was having stopped. He crossed his arms at the sight of all the paperwork spread over her bed. Bulma looked up at her husband innocently. "Good afternoon, Vegeta." He raised an inquiring, grumpy eyebrow, he gestured to the papers on the bed. "What's all this?" Bulma closed an open binder, and moved it to cover another stack of papers. "Oh, just some light reading." Vegeta crossed his arms, not believing Bulma at all. Noticing something, he reached to the side of her head and pulled an earpiece off her ear. He held it up, questioningly. "That's... just some music I--" She was cut off by the tiny device bursting in his hand by a small amount of ki he sent to it. "HEY! What the hell Vegeta!?" She shouted, hands on her hips "I could ask you the same thing, Bulma! You are supposed to be on bedrest right now, not running Capsule Corp." Vegeta responded. "I can't just leave my company to run itself for 4 months!" She whined, crossing her arms and sulking. "You have to take care of yourSELF, not the company!" Vegeta tossed the remnants of the blue-tooth phone piece in the nearby waste-basket. She glared at him. "This from the man who decided it was a good idea to train in 450 times earth's gravity with 4 broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a concussion. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at that. "Touche, woman." He approached the bed, and whispered, "But we're not just talking about YOUR health now. We have to worry about the life of our baby." Bulma looked down at her growing baby bump, and placed both hands around it. "Good point. I suppose things will be OK for a few months." Vegeta placed his hand on her belly next to hers. There was a quiet peace that was usually so rare in the Briefs household. Bulma closed her eyes and relaxed. "Thank you." He muttered a whisper, before recoiling. "What the hell?!" He yelped. Bulma opened here eyes, looking at him in confusion. "What?" He looked down in confusion at Bulma's stomach, then to his hand, then back to her stomach. "What the hell was the hell was that?" It took a few seconds for Bulma to realize what happened. When she did she burst into a fit of giggles. Vegeta scowled at her. Taking a deep breath she explained what was so funny. That was the baby kicking. And it was a heck of a kick too. Seems like SOMEone is taking after their father and is ready to be a fighter. "That was the baby KICKING?" Vegeta asked in wonder. "Do they do that alot?" Bulma smiled up at Vegeta. "All the time. Trunks particularly favored using my kidney's as punching bags." Vegeta looked at her in wonder. He suddenly had a new respect for her. Putting up with a saiyan child for almost 9 months using her body as a personal training room, she had alot more strength than he thought she did. He placed his hand back on her stomach and felt again, the baby kicking at it. Again he felt bad that he had missed this part when she was pregnant with Trunks, and he was glad to witness this. He wasn't going to miss anything of this pregnancy! ------- It wasnt long before it was time for the delivery. The doctor stated that since the umbilical chord was still wrapped around the baby's leg, the best bet was for Bulma to have a c-section. Vegeta was quite anxious about having to wait out in the waiting room for Bulma to be let out of the surgery. He hated this feeling, and hated having to wait. He did not pay attention to Trunks or any of the other people providing moral support for this. He didn't care. He only had Bulma and the baby on his mind as he stared hard at the door, waiting for the doctor to return. Soon the doctor did come thru the door and beckoned Vegeta over to her. "Mr Briefs, everything went well on the surgery, both Mrs Briefs and the baby are well. Bulma is recovering and you can see her shortly. You have a very beautiful baby girl. In fact, what I had thought to be the umbilical chord was actually something very unexpected." The doctor paused. While he was releived that both his wife and the baby (a girl!) were healthy, he wanted to know what was this unexpected thing was, and he did not like how the doctor paused. "And that was?" he asked thru clenched teeth, trying to keep his voice as level as possible. "Well, what we thought was the umbilical chord, was actually a tail. It's the strangest thing, a full sized tail too!" The doctor seemed baffled at the idea. Vegeta was floored. His child, his DAUGHTER, has a tail. A very part of saiyan heritage. He felt something. Was it pride? A little bit of joy? he didnt care. He wanted to see her, no both of them. And as soon as possible. "Oh that's all? That's fine. She gets that from me. When can I see them?" The doctor seemed taken aback by his light attitude. What did he mean by that she gets it from him? He certainly didn't have a tail, did he? "Uh, in about 20 minutes." Vegeta nodded and waited. He wanted to see his newborn baby daughter. His saiyan princess. The first of his line who has a tail!

#dragon ball #dbz #bra briefs #bulla #baby #fic

[trs80sbby-blog]

Fireworks!

“Fireworks” is appropriate since the story I’m about to tell took place on New Years Eve. We all know that I have been struggling with the dating scene and that I pretty much gave up on that bullshit, but I want to remember this story. I want to remember it because I want to come back to this one day and say that I lived with a stranger for a couple of hours and I loved him before he left my sight. ( Let’s be clear that when I say I loved him, I loved him. His energy his personality and everything that makes him, him.) And honestly, I didn’t believe that any part of this story was actually possible.

Tinder

I have been on Tinder for way too fuckin long. It’s a gateway to life’s destruction to be completely honest but i took my part in it. Swipe left, Swipe Right, SUPER LIKE!!! Bullshit! But I would spend my time at work swiping left and right on people and reading minimal bios in the 500 characters that were allowed. I swiped right another time on a bio that read, “ be prepared to meet if we match.” Or something in that context, I’m sure there was more but I’ve since deleted tinder, again, so I cant go back and say for sure. Anyways.. I dont remembered who messaged who first, but we started chatting a little bit and then eventually we got off tinder and started texting each other. Again, I know I’m leaving out some details but I don’t remember the conversation we had on tinder or who gave their number first. I wasnt invested really. And seriously thats not important. You’ll see. We met on Tinder. The universe introduced us on Tinder.

Dodging Bullshit

Sometimes I think that I am so broken or so insecure that I’m genuinely not worth people’s time. And then there are other times where I am this powerful insatiable Queen and I believe that people aren’t worth my time. At this time I was conflicted with both. It was refreshing that he didnt like to text so much, so the brief couple of conversations we had after exchanging numbers was nice, but mentally, I wasnt sure if I wanted to be vulnerable or a total bitch. Look, I have a back story that I can tell one day, but just know that i have a reason for the way i am. People have thrown so much shit my way while dating and I have had enough free dinners and free drinks and free movies, that I have concluded that my time isn’t worth all that. I like to eat but I dont like to repeat myself.

“Hi, my name is Shawnta.”

“What do you do?”

“What are you looking for?”

“What’s your story?”

Who wants to answer those question 50 thousand times over and over again for different ignorant people? I need a fuckin drink please..

So when he asked to take me out before New Years, I was hesitant. Sick and hesitant. Details..

Planning

Initially we were suppose to go see a movie since apparently we both like movies. Now, that might sound common, but I love movies. Junkie... And with the admittance of him being able to shed a tear during a sad scene, I was able to accept that he might be just the junkie i needed when it came to a movie partner. We never went to the movies. Lol. Discussed it a little more, but nothing solid. I didn’t care.

Pause; If I’m coming off as if I’m lost, I was..

Do you meet people while you’re sick? It’s not like I didnt tell him. He said I had sars and still wanted to meet me. I procrastinated on plans so much and time was running out to the point that I really had to make a decision. By this time, in my head, I wanted to meet him, I just didnt want to be disappointed or be the disappointment. We finally planned to get together on New Years Eve around 7 because I did not want to stay out all night. 7 changed to 8, 8 changed to 9, and 9 changed to 9:30pm SHARP!! Some where between 7 and 8 is when the Universe decided to start making decisions for me, and make it very clear that I’m going out.

Have you ever felt a shift in your energy that was so noticeable and positive that you had no choice but to embrace it? That’s what I felt when that decision was made for me. I did my make up. I got dressed in this beautiful, shoulderless, shear, burgundy, full length dress. And wore heels, my favorite ones at that, and I walked out the house with more confidence than I’ve had all year.

Shady Lady / R15

Shady Lady requires collared shirts. He didnt wear one. We didnt go to Shady Lady as planned. We went to R15 which was at the other end of the block. Downtown, Sacramento has all these places that can bring you in and swallow you whole. I think R15 did that to us and the fact that the bartender made a really decent Manhattan for him and a heavy handed margarita for me. We sat at the bar and I was finally able to really look at this beautiful, 6 foot something, brown skinned man. He has the perfect eyebrows, seriously the perfect face and bone structure. But the most irresistible part of him is his eyes. His eyelashes are thick and full, and did I say perfect? He’s gorgeous. And then he spoke. I need you to understand that yes, we had previous conversations over the phone and his voice is captivating, but it’s a spell in person. He spoke and I listened to his tone. What the fuck! This man spoke to me and I felt the universe’s desired to take hold of this situation all over again. The power of attaction, as he says, was definitely present. The way he looked at me was indescribable. And I could be in my own head at this time, but he looked at me and called me beautiful. I’ve been called beautiful by a lot of men this past year and not once did I believe them. But when the words flowed off his lips, I tasted his truth. We were in this bar full of people, but a chill environment and music surrounded us, but it was just us. You can read that a million times in a million books and never understand it until it actually happens to you. It was loud, so I had to lean into him so that he could talk to me, and as I’m moving away to look at him again, we kissed. Did I go in to kiss him or was it the other way around? I’m not sure.. But it happen and the world tilted a little. His kiss was soft, he held my cheek and lead that kiss into another realm of pleasure. Heroin.. The most addictive drug known to man. His kiss instantly became my heroin, and it didnt go unnoticed by anyone.

Midnight

The countdown was coming. And we already kissed, so you’d think, what’s one more new years kiss right? You couldn’t be more wrong. I kissed him at 12am January 1, 2018, and I loved him in that moment. I loved the energy that he forced into my body through that kiss. Sleeping beauty would’ve woke up with that kiss, fuck Prince Charming, I had him.

Public

Throughout the night we talked and people watched a little. He had to go to the restroom and thats when it became obvious that we were being watched. This incredibly bubbly woman came up to me, and told me that she’s been wanting to come say something to me for a while. She told me that i was gorgeous and my idiot self asked her who she was talking to. One day ill learn to accept compliments without making a total ass of myself. Then she started to talk about me and him. This is when I knew i wasnt imagining what was happening.

“How long have you guys been together?”

“You guys look at each other so intensely.”

“I just had to come over and tell you how beautiful you guys are.”

She was as surprised as I was when I told her that this was our first date.

“DAMMNNN.”

By this time, he returned with a kiss. But so did his friends. This allowed us some time to become a little social. I introduced him to my bubbly new friend, and he introduced me to his friends that arrived. I excused myself to smoke a cigarette with miss bubbles and met her boyfriend. He was handsome too. Omg they are the cutest couple. Lumberjack meets tinkerbell. Lumberjack was trying to be kind and tried to introduce me to one of his friends.

“I don’t know if youre here with anyone, but if you are, my guy here is better than your guy,”

When I tell you that MY GUY had perfect timing. We were standing right outside the bar door when this was happening. I could see him through the closed door, and as lumberjack is talking I could see him making his way to me. He came out and i introduced lumberjack to my guy. He didn’t come out because he say us three talking, he came out to see if I was ok and give me a kiss. After the introduction he went right back in to his friends. When I went back into the bar, we socialized a little more and then the bar started to prepare to close. Time flew.

Goodbyes

He asked if i was ready to leave. Unfortunately I had no choice but to say yes. So he walked me to my car. As we were walking I asked him if he wanted to sit in my car while he waited for his Lyft or Uber, and then the words just slipped off of my lips.

“Do you want to come home with me?”

Ok Pause again...

The words slipped my lips but I meant them. I didn't want him to leave. I didnt want to drive home and not have him around me or next to me.

He got in the car and the goodbyes didnt happen.

Goodnight, Good morning

When we got into the house, I changed into what I regularly sleep in. Nothing sexy or remotely attractive. And he stripped down to his boxers or briefs. I wasnt paying attention. The alcohol kicked in for him and i was a little tipsy. Two too many Manhattans lol. I remember asking if he wanted a glass of water and getting it for him... So this is probably where you want to hear all the details on what happened. Sexually... I can’t. God, I want to say everything and be like, we had amazing sex and it lasted all night and blah blah blah.. No... That’s not what happened. Things happened that deserve gold metals, but whatever... I woke up at about 4 or 5 and I thought it was all some sick dream that I had. I went to the bathroom, not even looking at where he was laying. Coming out the bathroom, I saw him sleeping and my heart stopped for a second. It all hit me like lightning hitting a tree and leaving its beautiful artwork. This man chose to spend New Years with me. He is genuine, kind, honest and in my bed sleeping like that has been his side of the bed for years.

I wanted to climb in bed and hold him just so that when i fell back asleep, he wouldn’t disappear. I did, just for a moment though because I dint know if he liked to cuddle. I found out later that i totally could’ve lol.

8 o’clock... We were laying there, and we may not have been able to witness the fireworks the previous night, but we made our own that morning. What the fuck, I’m so cheesy.. This man is... Who is this man??

Have you heard of Malanda Jean-Claude? He’s my favorite writer, and his poetry will leave you completely lost in a forest of confusing, frustrating, necessary love.

I felt like he was writing our story.

This morning has an ending

So, he had to leave at some time. I mean come on now...

But that night was life awaking inside me. I have slept for so long and I didnt know I was ever going to wake up. And to top it off, I regret nothing. I know that I used some strong descriptions with this man, and I’m completely aware that i could be disappointed later, but maybe not. Who knows. Shit, it wasnt us that was making all that happen that night.

We talk everyday. Seriously, i told him that I’m obsessed with his voice. Fuck a text.

Point of the story is this. You can have plans for your life all you want.. You can fall apart and build yourself up again, and repeat this 100times before you die. But dont sleep through life. Embrace the good, accept the bad, learn, grow. And on top of all of that BE LOVED, BE BLESSED, cause your forehead is being kissed every night that you close your eyes to go to sleep. And you lips are being kissed every morning you open your eyes and take that breath.

#love #short story #malanda #new years #2018 #2017 #tinder #sacramento #california #916

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Rockabye Royalty (One-Shot)

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"I dont care! Just get out of my house! I'm not taking care of a stupid baby!" Virgil's head rang with the sound of his boyfriend's yells. He hadnt meant for this to happen. He'd been on the pill, there was hardly a time when he wasn't. Erin had promised to keep him safe, he'd promised that nothing was going to break them apart. Yet here he was with fury in his eyes, holding a stick with two lines on it.

"Erin you promised! You said you werent going to leave!" Tears were pouring from Virgil's eyes, his chest was tight, he could barely see straight.

"I never promised anything for a baby!." And then Virgil was on the sidewalk, leaning against the building with his head in his hands. He couldn't go back inside to get his things, that was for sure.

"I'm so sorry. . ." He whispered, holding a hand to his stomach. They were supposed to be a family, they were supposed to be happy together. He was only twenty, he couldnt take care of a baby.

Virgil waited for himself to calm down, staring up at the sky in the hopes that no one would look at him.

When he finally calmed down he made his way to the nearest hotel he could find, he supposed it was lucky he'd always remembered his friend's advice of keeping the large bills in bras, Erin had always hated looking at those. Virgil pulled out a few before walking inside, covering up with his hoodie so it didnt look strange.

"How many nights can this cover?" Virgil said to the woman at the desk, placing a few twenties on the counter. He bit his lip, not really expecting an answer.

The woman looked him up and down, a sympathetic look in her pale green eyes.

"Stay as long as you need sweetheart, I'll cover it for you," Virgil let out a sigh of relief, he felt like he was about to start crying.

"Thank you thank you thank you-" he stopped himself from adding anymore thank yous at the last minute.

"Do you need anything special in particular?" Asked the woman, Virgil scanned for her name tag, Mrs. Evans.

"I uh-" he paused, shuffling his feet. He wasnt sure this would count as special arrangements or get him turned away. Subconsciously he pulled his hoodie further over his stomach.

Mrs. Evans' eyes widened, a look of realization dawning on her face. She ducked under the counter and thrust a key into his hands.

"Here you go, room 13, and dont you worry about meals or anything, it's all free," she pushed a few magazines toward him, a quick scan of the covers showed him a few job opportunities. Virgil merely nodded, scooping up the magazines and rushing off to the room, he heard Mrs. Evan's making a call in the distance, she sounded worried, he felt a twinge of guilt in his chest.

The room was larger than he'd expected for only having one bed. There was a tv, multiple appliances, including a coffee machine, and of course, a bathroom. Virgil sat down in the couch at the corner of the room, opening the blinds slightly before holding his hands to his face.

"Oh gods what am I going to do for clothes? I cant go looking for jobs yet! I wouldnt even be able to stay that long!" He didnt really know who he was talking to, there was no one else in the room.

He got an answer to his question a few days later when what seemed to be a trash bag full of clothing showed up on his doorstep. He picked up the card attached to it, but all that was there was the image of a heart bursting into flames, with a crown around its middle. Virgil shrugged and dragged the clothes into the room. It was mostly hoodies and overly large t-shirts, but there were a few outfits in an appropriate size as well. He set to work on hanging them all up, ignoring the pain in his stomach.

The real problem started a few months later. He'd been laying on his bed watching the tv and flipping through a magazine when he felt it, the baby was coming.

He didn't think he'd have time to get to the hospital, but he remembered an offer Mrs. Evan's, or Cassira as he knew her now, had made a few days after he'd gotten there. He buzzed the front desk quickly and in a matter of minutes, there she was.

Virgil didnt remember much else, if he was being honest with himself he'd probably passed out. When he opened his eyes he was laying in the bath tub, a mess of towels and a pair of underwear and sweatpants discarded on the floor. He blinked a few times, and then he heard crying.

"Shhh, shhh, it's ok little one,look, daddy's awake, its ok," Cassira was holding something swaddled in Virgil's hoodie, she passed it over to him and he held the small child in his arms.

"Its a girl," Cassira said, not putting much emphasis on the last word.

"Hi," Virigl said softly, looking at the mini version of himself swaddled in the jacket. She had the same soft face, and the same purple and green heterochromia, though her hair was a more jet black color, like Erin's. She smiled as she looked at Virgil, letting out a laugh somewhat like wind chimes.

"You let me know if you need anything," said Cassira. Virgil nodded and watched her leave.

He sat there for a while, watching the bundle in his arms with a fond smile on his face.

"I think we'll call you, Olivia," Virgil said, holding her close.

It took him a few minutes to finally get out of the tub, clean up, and redress himself, all the while keeping Olivia safe.

About six years had passed, Virgil was working full time at a retail job, the only thing he could get while he was working on a degree in Education. When he wasnt working or studying, all of his time went to Olivia. While they were still living at the hotel, Virgil had finally started earning enough to pay for her clothes and schooling and at least a few toys. He was looking into houses as well, he couldn't live in Room 13 for the rest of his life, even if it was free.

Virgil watched Olivia play with a rubik's cube he'd bought her as he wandered the aisles of the shopping center, uncomfortably aware of the people around him.

"Remus I'm just saying! It's not that bad of an idea!" Virgil stopped the cart just moments before a tall man with dark crimson hair and green eyes walked out in front of it.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Virgil growled.

The man stopped "Remus I'm gonna have to call you back," he said, hanging up the phone.

"Sorry about that," he said.

"And who is this little princess," the man turned his attention to Olivia, who was sticking her tongue out in concentration over the colorful block in her hands.

"'m Olivia," she said quietly, giggling.

"And we were just leaving," Virgil said, anxious to get out of the aisle. Whoever this man was, he didnt want to be near him for to long.

The man opened his mouth to speak, but Virgil was already pushing past him.

But that wasnt the last time he'd meet the man. The two started seeing each other at nearly every store, on the way to the movies, and eventually, at the hotel itself.

"Ok, can you just admit you're stalking me like some freak or are you just going to act all innocent every time we bump into each other," Virgil said, covering Olivia's ears.

"I'm not doing it on purpose!" Said the man, Virgil took a step back.

"Wait- I didnt mean-" the man paused for a second, looking at his hands.

"Look, I'm not intentionally trying to meet up with you, though you seem like a nice guy, my name is Roman Prince-Duke, I run a modeling agency with my brother," Roman said, tapping his fingers together.

"Oh?" Virgil raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I wasnt taking pictures of you! I mean I'd like to- but like as a job! Not in a creepy way!" Virgil's face went red. This seemed to catch Olivia's attention, as she finally stopped fumbling with his hoodie strings to look over at Roman.

"Daddy's gonna marry a prince," she whispered, causing the blush on Virgil's face to grow even further. Roman let out a small chuckle, covering his mouth.

"Ollie that's not how it works sweetie," Virgil said with a laugh.

"So how much would I be paid? What are the requirements?" Virgil asked.

"Fifty dollars per photo, and you get to make the decision on outfits used and pose adjustments," Roman said.

"Alright, I'll bite," Virgil said, if he was honest, he'd do anything to get out of his current job.

It was about a week before he could finally make the shift. He'd decided to bring Olivia with him to the building. It was large and ornate, posters of attractive men and women were smiling down at him. But it was different, the people in the photos were dancing, singing, they were acting like people. Virgil pushed the door open, snatching Olivia out just before she started spinning it in circles.

"Daddy look!" Olivia pointed upwards towards a fountain at the center of the room.

"I see it Ollie," Virgil said, smiling. He walked to the front desk, where a short man with light brown hair and round glasses was typing away at a computer.

Virgil was about to open his mouth before the boy looked up, and noticed Olivia.

"Oh my gosh look at you! Arent you just the cutest thing!" Olivia giggled as the man ruffled her hair.

"You must be Virgil then? Roman's been absolutely raving about you," said the man.

"Did I hear my name Patton?" Roman said as he walked into the room, and then he noticed Virgil.

"Virgil! Lovely!" He clasped his hands together.

"Come with me, Patton can take care of Olivia while we're at our meeting," Roman said. Virgil stood there for a few seconds, looking between Patton and Olivia before finally letting go of her hand. She rushed behind the desk and stood on her tiptoes to stare at the computer.

Roman's office was covered in decorations of mythical creatures and outfit designs. In the center es a desk with two large and comfy looking chairs in front and behind it. Virgil sat down in the one in front, watching as Roman made his way to the opposite one.

"So, first things, you seem to be more into comfort yes? Overly large sweaters, t-shirts, sweatpants, that kind of thing?" Virgil nodded.

"Anything you absolutely wont do? Any aversions to skirts? Dresses?" Roman continued.

"As long as it's not form fitting and you cant see anything on my chest or below my waist I dont care," Virgil replied. Roman nodded and wrote something down.

Virgil had been at the job for about two months when he noticed the changes. He'd already known that he thought Roman was hot, but now Roman seemed to want to be around him more as well.

They went out for ice cream after photo shoots, Roman came with Virgil to pick out a new house, if Virgil needed a break Roman would let Patton watch Olivia so they two of them could have spa days.

Virgil had been suppressing it for a while, he didnt want to believe he was falling in love again, or that a boy was falling in love with him. He was afraid, afraid Roman would become the new Erin. But fate seemed to have other plans.

They were relaxing in a hot tub, Virgil's back pressed up against one of the jets, head resting on the outer rim.

"Virgil, I've been planning on this for a while, and I think now might be the best time to tell you," Roman spoke softly, but Virgil could still feel his limbs tense.

"You can say no if you want, I wont mind, but I think- I think I want to go on a date with you, like an official one," Virgil looked up, clutching the edge of the 'seat'.

"Well- I uh- I mean you're very nice but I-" Virgil could feel tears forming in his eyes.

"Oh no no Virgil- dont cry- I understand, you dont have to, we can just be friends," Roman pushed Virgil's hair out of his face, worried evident in his eyes.

"I-I do want to be more than friends- but I-" Roman's eyes widened suddenly, his hand instinctively moving to Virgil's side, his thumb brushing against Virgil's stomach.

"I wont, I swear, you have my permission to chuck me off a building if I do," Roman said, earning a laugh from Virgil.

Virgil wrapped his arms around Roman's neck, pressing their foreheads together and smiling.

"Then yes, I will date you," and Roman pulled Virgil into a kiss that would only be rivaled by the one they shared ten years later, with Olivia by Virgil's side, and her girlfriend by Roman's, as Virgil finally realized he'd found the man who would keep him and his daughter safe for as long as the family lived.

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Poor Little Anxious Crybaby (Pt.11)

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Virgil had been waiting at Brennan's house nearly every day before he got back, but Brennan seemed distant when he finally returned.

They still went on dates, but Brennan didnt run his fingers through Virgil's hair like he used to, they still talked, but rarely was it about things Virgil wanted to discuss.

It felt like Virgil didnt even exist, he missed the way Brennan used to look at him, the only person who seemed to pay attention to him like that now was Remus.

So Virgil did what anyone would do as an attention-starced teenage boy, he started bringing Remus with him to hang out.

"Virgil? Who's your friend?" Brennan straightened up in his seat when he noticed Virgil walking over to their table at the cafe with Remus.

"Remus, he helped me out when I was, you know, kidnapped for nearly a week," Virgil said, emphasizing the point as much as he could.

"Remus Duke-Prince! I also live in an expensive house, but I work a minimum wage job for fun!" Remus said, grin widening.

"Brennan, heir to an entire company that specializes in luxury comforts," Brennan said, grabbing Virgil's hand under the table.

"Boy, this is a friends thing. Not a date," Virgil said quickly, he hadnt necessarily brought Remus to stir anything up, but he supposed he should've expected some drama. The other two boys immeadietly relaxed in their seats.

They spent most of the time talking about their interests, Virgil found out that he and Remus liked the same type of coffee, and Remus and Brennan both liked sports.

"Hey maybe we could have a match for Virgil to watch! I have some stuff back at my place," Remus said excitedly.

Brennan shook his head "oh nononono, sports are way to intense for Virgil, I wouldnt want him getting upset," Brennan pulled Virgil closer to him, Virgil was frozen, he'd completely forgotten to mention anything to Remus.

"I doubt he'd get upset by us throwing a ball back and forth," Remus replied, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh I really dont want to risk it, hes very emotional, cries over nearly everything," Brennan was rubbing circles around the base of Virgil's neck now.

"If he starts getting upset I'm sure you as his very nice and caring boyfriend would be able to get him out of the distressful situation," Remus said with a growl.

"Oh I'm just worried we wont help in time, it happens so easily what with all his hormones, and you never can tell during certain times of the month," Virgil went rigid.

Brennan's face shifted to a look of feigned surprise, "oh dear. . . You hadnt told him? I'm sorry baby I wouldmt have mentioned it if I'd known," Brennan reached out to brush Virgil's hair out of his face. But Virgil was already racing down the street, tears streaking down his face.

He fled to the house and collapsed onto the couch, curling up and burying his face in the pillows.

"Kiddo? What's wrong?" Patton rushed down the stairs and sat next to Virgil on the couch.

"I forgot to tell him! He probably thinks I'm a total sham now! What if he hates me!" Virgil curled up further.

"Tell who? What happened?" Patton continued. Virgil explained what had happened, the soft expression on Patton's face shifting to one of fury.

"So he outed you to your friend?" Patton said, ruffling Virgil's hair. Virgil nodded.

Just then there was a ring at the doorbell. Patton sat up and ran to answer it.

"Is Virgil ok? He ran off really quickly- can I see him? Please?" Remus' voice sounded through the entry way.

"Of course dear- do you uh- need a wash cloth-" was Patton's reply. But Remus was already kneeling in front of Virgil, his hands were stained with red, and there were specks of it on his face and in his teeth.

"Virgil it's not your fault ok? Brennan's the dork here, not you," Remus ran his hand through Virgil's hair, Virgil practically melting at the touch.

"But I never told you. . ." Virgil said, tears still streaming down his face.

"Heyheyheyheyhey, dont do that, you didnt have to tell me, it's your business, no one else's, Brennan shouldnt have told me unless who knew you did," Remus continued softly.

"You're not mad at me?. . ." Virgil said quietly.

"Of course not," Remus said, wiping the tears from Virgil's eyes.

"Do you think Brennan's mad at me?. . ." Virgil continued.

"In my opinion Brennan is irrelevant and not worth being in the presence of a man as handsome as yourself and you should break up with him for what he's been doing to you," Remus continued. Virgil's eyes widened slightly.

"But I cant do that to him! He loves me!" Virgil said, bolting upwards.

"Virgil. . . Listen. . . He wasnt good enough for you, you deserve better. . ." Remus continued, running his hands through Virgil's hair.

"But I love him. . ." Virgil continued, still crying.

"But does he really love you? That's the important part," Remus said. Virgil lay there for a while, thinking.

It took him a while to figure it all out, but the look on Brennan's face when he slammed the door on him, that would keep him happy for ages.

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