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#but also had to add some happy lane pictures she is with her best friends she is playing her instrument she is MY BABY <333
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i love lane she is my baby so. instead in my mind lane escapes stars hollow to live in nyc on her own at nineteen and the city is huge and intimidating and she has to share an apartment with like three guys but its okay because she has her own room and there's this shelf right in the middle of her wall and she's got all of her CDs and records spilling out right there in the open and she's got posters of nico and bjorke and bowie and fiona apple scattered around her walls and she works in like a music shop during the day and bartends at night and rory comes to stay with her sometimes and they spend hours sitting in parks and talking even when its really cold and rory doesn't say anything when lane tenses up sometimes and lane doesn't say anything when rory looks out beyond her like she's waiting for someone. and then she becomes the drummer in a punk band and they get to play in CBGB and then they're invited to go on tour and they're playing in venues all across the country and lane's laughing again and she's talking to people and she's kissing girls. and then one night she's playing out in California and out in the crowd she spots someone familiar and he's smiling at her and she's smiling back and after he asks her if she'd like a drink and she says yes. and maybe it'll go somewhere maybe it won't but there's hope in the air and it's all going to be okay because she's got purple in her hair and she can talk as loudly as she wants.
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Hey! Idk if u r taking requests hint if you are, can u do one where harry+y/n+bby paxton are out and about but all the sudden get swarmed by paps and then one of the cameras accidentally hit the baby and the clip goes viral and celebs and ex-1D members and stans all start coming to the defense and share stories about how awful the paps are? U don’t have to haha
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Paparazzi
The outpour of love and well-wishes after the announcement of the birth of their firstborn son was touching and comforting. Harry and Y/N were lucky to be surrounded by so many wonderful people. Still, the eagerness of the public to get the first glimpse of the newborn and the new parents began to grow. No one had seen the couple out since before their son was born and Paxton was nearly three months old, now. People were becoming desperate.
There were more and more fans outside of their house as the days passed. Y/N and Harry had people running errands for them and luckily had the help of friends and family, as well, who would stick around for a few days at a time to give them little breaks and were more than happy to get some time with the happy baby. But as the sun stayed out longer and the temperature began to rise, the new family felt the yearning for a nice summer holiday.
They’d planned it for weeks, excited to take pictures and videos of Paxton’s first time at the beach. Harry had found a perfect house with a private beach off the coast of Italy and even decided to bring along security. And even though he didn’t do it often, he thought the circumstances warranted renting a private plane to take them to the beautiful country.
Harry and Y/N were very cautious in showing any images of their baby. No one, aside from close friends and family, even knew of his name. Having been the victims of stalking, they didn’t want their son to be subjected to that and tried everything in their power to protect their child. There were brief moments when it was typical for it to be vacant outside their home, so they planned their escape down to the minute; bags loaded in the car from the night before, and two security guards standing by to rush them to the car.
Paxton was already buckled into his infant car seat and kicking along, happily, as Y/N cooed at him, dangling toys and pinching his chubby legs while Harry peered out of the window, waiting until the coast was clear. She noticed her husband straighten up more just before the security guard said, “Let’s go.”
Harry hoisted the brown leather diaper bag further up his shoulders and tossed a muslin blanket over the top of the car seat to cover Paxton, just in case anyone happened to see them. He took hold of the car seat and carried his baby out to the car as swiftly as he could while Y/N followed closely behind him. It took two minutes for everyone to get settled in and pull out of the driveway before they felt like they could breathe a sigh of relief.
Y/N and Harry shared a look of burden. The lengths they had to take just to keep a bit of privacy and normalcy was insane. And still, they weren’t out of the woods yet. Although they were flying privately, they still needed to drive to the main airport where their plane would depart from a strip off to the side. Everything seemed to be alright, so far. Usually, Harry could tell if it were going to be crazy if there were cars of fans chasing them, and that was not the case, so he let his guard down.
But, as they approached the backup in the car queue through the airport terminals, they slowly came to realize that this wasn’t going to be as easy as they anticipated. They were at a standstill for over ten minutes, unmoving, with cars honking loudly around them. It seemed that there was roadwork on a few of the lanes ahead that caused a jam. Quickly, they had to make a decision that they didn’t miss check-in with their pilot.
After much deliberation, they decided that the only solution would be that Harry, Y/N, and their baby would have to walk down the strip accompanied by one of the security guards while the other security guard continued with the car and would eventually meet them at the plane with all of their luggage. Y/N couldn’t stay stuck in traffic, her claustrophobia was already starting to make her panic. The fresh air would do them all some good, and besides, there weren’t an overwhelming amount of people walking along outside. Most people were in a rush to get in. They thought they’d be able to handle it.
Poor Paxton was fast asleep, but it was a pretty far distance to be lugging a heavy car seat while trying to walk as quickly and discreetly as possible down the sidewalk to reach the end where their terminal would be. At least by carrying him, if someone did recognize them, they’d be able to shield their son better.
Gently, Harry unfastened the buckles from Paxton’s car seat and slipped him out, passing him over to Y/N without waking him. It was warm out, but Y/N made sure to wrap Paxton loosely in the thin muslin cloth and cover his face enough so that he could breathe well against her chest, but his face couldn’t be seen. The couple made sure to wear their sunglasses and Harry took hold of the leather diaper bag before the security guard jumped out and opened the door for them.
Quickly, they started making their way down the sidewalk, heads down to not call attention to themselves, and following their security guard’s strides who was barely a step ahead of them. Horns blared and echoed around them, stuffy fumes from car engines congested the area. For a moment, Harry thought they might actually get through unrecognized. But that quickly came to prove wrong.
It always started as just a feeling of being watched before turning into a slightly louder buzzing as people, wondering if it was really him, began to mutter. This then turned into a few shouts and calls. He ignored the first few calls until he realized that too many people started to notice. He turned, smiled, and waved at them as he continued. This usually satisfied fans enough to not follow him. But then he saw it. The cluster of cameras. Paparazzi.
They looked shocked to see him, at first. He guessed they were likely here for someone else at first and he was just a bonus. Just his luck. The security guard tightened his gap and Y/N felt a hand on the middle of her back as Harry protectively pushed her along so they could keep moving faster. Still, they were already halfway there and it wasn’t more than they were used to.
However, more people became increasingly aware that not only was Harry Styles there, but also his wife and newborn baby. Harry always had a good relationship with the paparazzi, but the incitement to get the first look at their son was causing them to swarm the new parents.
“Harry, how does it feel to be a dad?”
“What’s your son’s name?”
“Where are you headed?”
“Harry, does he look just like you?”
“Can we see?”
The questions were never-ending and almost too hard to hear as everyone talked at once. Surrounded by not only paparazzi but also curious fans, it became harder to move. Their security guard did his best to keep everyone at bay and to keep moving forward, but it soon became too crowded to move. Y/N held her baby closer to her chest as he began to wriggle and squirm from all the noise, sharing a brief look of concern with Harry who tried his best to remain calm and friendly while also trying to make way for his family out of the ring of paps that surrounded them who became more aggressive with their questions, closing in on them.
Cameras started bumping together, voices became louder, and the paparazzi began to shove each other, fighting to get closer to the celeb. Some fans began to notice how reckless they were becoming and started to yell at paparazzi along with the security guard who was still trying to push through to make room for them, only inching their way forward now.
“Back up, they have a baby!” a few girls screams were muffled behind the shouts of the paps.
Paxton was wiggling more now and started to whimper as Y/N and her husband were being yelled at in all directions. Y/N could feel paps nudging her back, getting too close for comfort. When the security guard noticed, he’d yell at them, but there wasn’t much he could do. He was only one person against dozens of others. Her claustrophobia was in full swing and her heart began racing, breath becoming more of a pant. She felt a tug on her shirt followed by a deep voice beckoning, “Come on, let us get a look at the happy family.” They had gotten bolder in touching her purposefully.
Y/N spun around, “Please don’t touch me,” she yelped.
Lights started to flash in her face and she felt a hand tug at the muslin cloth that was protecting her son. Instinctively she swatted at the hand and pulled her son in tighter, shouting, “Don’t touch him!”
Harry turned, protectively shielding his wife and son, urging her in front of him, fans still yelling as another pap shoved his camera in between them so hard that he managed to whack the top of Paxton’s head with his flash attachment, causing the baby to flail and burst into wails, sobbing into Y/N’s chest at an ear-piercing level.
Before Y/N of the security guard could even react, Harry leaped at the pap, shoving him backward, and began screaming at him so ferociously that it created a momentary standstill. No one had ever seen Harry so angry before.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, eh?! That’s my baby, you fuckin’ dickhead!” Harry’s accent became thick with rage, shoving the startled man’s chest which made him back away.
“I didn’t do anything! I didn’t do anything!” the pap could be heard saying, shrinking away.
A few other paparazzi were taking the side of the pap and snapping pictures and videos of the incident while most yelled along with Harry as well as fans. Harry kept at him, screaming even louder and angrier, “You smashed my sons head with your fuckin’ piece of shit camera,” he yanked the camera out of the pap’s hands and chucked it to the ground, a few pieces breaking off and sliding every which way, continuing to shove the pap back while the security guard tried his hardest to contain the situation and get people to back off.
“Harry! Please!” Y/N cried, her heart pounding in panic and on the verge of tears.
Harry was seething, glaring at the pap who had backed away, nervously, before the awareness that Harry was surrounded by people, most with their phones out, started to sink in. The crowd had given them some more space now, and he looked back to see the concern on his wife’s face as she bounced and patted the back of their crying son in her arms in an attempt to console him.
With one last scowl at the offender, Harry hissed, “Don’t come near my family again.”
He picked up the brown leather diaper bag off of the ground; he must have dropped it during his fit. Hiking it back up his shoulders, he wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist as the security guard led them away from the crowd, fans calling their support after them and continuing to yell at the paparazzi.
The rest of the walk was silent, still too rattled by the situation to find the words to say. By the time they reached and boarded the plane, Paxton had fallen back asleep and it didn’t take long for their other security guard to reach them.Should have just stayed in the car, Y/N thought, getting settled in a seat with her son, She loosened the muslin blanket around his face, but not too much to disturb his sleep. Harry stayed towards the front of the plane, barely out of earshot, to talk to the security after their belongings were loaded.
A few minutes in, Harry could be heard raising his voice at them, angry about how the situation was handled. Y/N winced, trying not to listen in as she kept her attention down at her son who was suckling on the inside of his cheeks as he slept. It was almost time to feed him, but Harry still had the diaper bag. She felt bad for the security, there wasn’t much they could do, and she knew Harry was only yelling because he was upset that his son was in danger. It wasn’t like Harry to take things out on other people, but he had become increasingly protective since becoming a dad.
Moments later, Harry and the two security guards made their way back, and although Harry still looked tense, Y/N could tell that they had talked things out and was willing to bet that Harry apologized to them, too. It still didn’t make her husband any less angry. He plopped in the seat beside his wife with an exaggerated sigh and leaned over to get a good look at his sin, gently pushing the muslin cloth away as he ran his hand over the baby’s soft, fuzzy head. A splotch of raised red skin could be seen forming from where the camera had hit him.
Y/N snapped her attention to her husband and saw the distress stretch across his face and with an overwhelmed frown he said, “I better take a picture of this. Just in case,” and he pulled his phone out from his pocket.
She knew what he meant. Just in case that pap wanted to press charges for destruction of property or assault. If he did decide to press charges, there’s no way he would win. There’s more than enough photographic and video evidence of the assault on their baby. But over the years they had learned that they could never be too careful.
He shoved his phone back in his pocket, and the pilot and flight attendant introduced themselves, checked ID, and went over safety procedures before the plane started down the runway. Harry stared down at his son the entire time, not letting go of his tiny hand that was wrapped around his middle finger. Y/N knew how worried he was feeling, and with an understanding smile, she carefully passed him their baby.
She grinned as Harry shushed him back to sleep when he began stirring, stroking his cheeks in total adoration of the little boy he held in his arms. His heart ached as he caressed the red splotch at the crown of the baby’s head, angry that grown adults would act in such a way, especially in the presence of a child.
“Do you think we should get a doctor to look at him?” he asked as their plane ascended.
Y/N nodded her head, “I think he’s fine but better safe than sorry. We’ll take care of it tomorrow. I think we all need to relax when we get there. It’s been a long morning.”
It wasn’t a long flight to Italy, but it wasn’t calming, either. Y/N fed Paxton while Harry fretted about the flurry of texts and missed calls he was bound to have by his managers, PR, and legal team, certain that videos and pictures will have been released by then. And just like he predicted, they landed to nearly thirty missed messages of all sorts, including links to articles titled, ‘Harry Styles Attacks Paparazzi Outside of London Airport’. They couldn’t bring themselves to open or read any of it, but Harry did spend a majority of their nearly thirty-minute car journey on a conference call with his team talking about the situation and discussing ways with which they could handle it.
Harry cut in after a while, saying, “Alright, listen. I’ve got to go. I’m supposed to be on holiday with my family. Can someone please make an appointment with a doctor out here to look at my son tomorrow and text me the details? We’ll talk about this another time.”
Harry wasn’t assertive a lot, but when he was, it always turned Y/N on. She kissed his cheek with a grin as he hung up the phone and squeezed his hand. His mom and sister were one of the many who had texted them after seeing the news and they made a quick FaceTime call to them, venting about the encounter and reassuring them that Paxton was fine, showing them the sweet baby’s face when they finally pulled up to the vacation rental and ended the call.
It was just after noon when they arrived at the house, and instead of unpacking, everyone left their luggage by the front door and took the food they had picked up from a drive-thru on the patio by the pool where they overlooked a beautiful, private beach lined with white sand and water the most beautiful shade of blue. Harry bounced a cooing baby on his lap while they ate. The couple silenced their phones, trying their hardest to avoid the onslaught of calls and messages they were bound to receive.
After lunch, everyone finally put their things away, got changed into their bathing suits, and headed to the pool for their first swim of the year. For just a few hours the coupe was able to forget about the inevitable problem they were facing and enjoyed their time together as a family.
Paxton seemed to enjoy the water once he warmed up to it, screeching joyfully and splashing at the surface while mummy and daddy took turns holding him and pushing him in the inflatable raft they brought. They laughed at the baby boy’s reaction to getting water droplets on his face and all the noises that escaped his tiny lips.
They stayed in the pool until nightfall when they wrapped themselves in towels and sat around the fire pit to keep warm while one of the security guards left to pick up dinner for everyone. Normally, Harry would feel bad for having someone else get him food, but given the circumstances, he felt it was for the best.
He looked over at his wife, her eyes red and irritated from the chlorine, and the high points of her face sunkissed from the warm, Italian sun. Her hair was slicked back, though that didn’t stop Paxton from getting a hold of a chunk of her hair and tugging as she fed him. Harry’s smile started to face into a frown when he noticed the red splotch on the crown of his son’s head was not tinged a blue-ish purple. It had started to bruise.
Y/N noticed her husband’s silence, and with an understanding and reassuring squeeze to his hand, she softly said, “He’s okay, Bub. Just a little sore when you touch it, but still a happy boy.”
“I know,” he nodded, “Still pisses me off that it even happened, though. I should go see if anyone was able to make an appointment for him, yet.”
He ambled off inside to find his phone that he left on the nightstand, ignoring all of his notifications and going right to his assistant’s texts to see the information of the doctor that was kind enough to agree to come to them tomorrow morning and take a look at Paxton. He did a quick background search on the doctor, pleased to find that she had come highly trained and recommended, and he sighed a breath of relief.
He then decided to take a look at some of these notifications, a little worried about the backlash he might have received. But, he was surprised to see the response of support and even shocked by some of the names that had reached out to him or spoke up about the fight.
The first people he noticed were his mom and sister who both made and shared an Instagram text post that read, ‘There is a lot that you have to deal with and compromise on when you have a fanbase or a following, and one of those things is privacy. It’s something so many of us take for granted, and so far, Harry and his lovely wife have taken it in stride, rarely complaining. They’re aware, just like the rest of us, that being a ‘celebrity’ and the lack of privacy in his line of work is an unfortunate given. However, when the safety and privacy of a newborn child are at risk, this type of behavior can become extremely dangerous. There is a time and place for paparazzi, and hurting a child to get a few snapshots is deplorable. Change needs to happen’. In the caption of the photo, there was a petition link that called for adjustments on laws when it came to paparazzi and children.
A lump formed in Harry’s throat as he read, reliving the moment his son had gotten hurt a mere few hours ago. There was so much running through his head. He felt like an idiot for losing his temper, he should have known not to lash out like that, especially when there were so many cameras out. He was pissed that the paparazzi put him in a situation where he felt like lashing out was his only option. He was upset that he couldn’t enjoy their first vacation as a family with their new baby because he was too worried that people might spot him. He was scared for the future of his son, worried that he’d have to look over his shoulder every step of the way to make sure his son could have even just a shot at living a semi-normal life. And he was grateful for the support of his family and for them speaking out and trying to invoke change.
As he scrolled through his notifications more, he saw that Lizzo had also posted a video to Instagram and tagged him in it. He played the video and chuckled, feeling comforted, when her face popped on the screen, shouting, “If y'all don’t leave my baby daddy, Harry, and my sister-wife, Y/N, alone! They had a baby with them! Like this child is basically straight out the womb, and y’all sick motherfuckers are out here grabbin’ on ‘em just to try and take a picture?! A picture?!” she looked disgusted as she shook her head, “These paparazzi are getting bolder every day. This shit needs to stop. I need each and every one of you to click the link on my bio. Things need to change. Yesterday.”
He went to her page and saw the same link that Gemma and his mom had posted to their story. And that wasn’t all. As he continued to go through his notifications, he saw that he had been tagged onto one of Niall’s tweets a ton. He opened the link to see what Niall had written.
‘Absolutely disgusted to see what happened to my friend @Harry_Styles, his lovely wife @Y/N, and their little lad today. Truly criminal that these paparazzi can do things like this with little to no repercussion. I’m so sorry the two of ya had to go through that. Absolutely fuming for ya.’
With a tight-lipped grin, Harry nodded and made a mental note to text Niall later and thank him. For now, he pocketed his phone and rejoined his wife outside who had just finished feeding Paxton and putting him in a portable rocker beside her to nap, her feet propped up by the edge of the fire, wiggling her toes in the warmth. He kissed her forehead before taking his seat on the other side of her, informing her of the response, so far, of the day’s events.
Throughout the week, more and more people had started to speak up. The doctor had come around to take a once-over of Baby Styles, deeming him healthy, just bruised, and leaving them to enjoy their vacation, utterly astonished by the number of people who had spoken out to condemn the paparazzi and share their experience.
Louis had called him shortly after the doctor had left while they were on the beach. Paxton was screeching on his tummy, holding his head up and beating his chubby fists into the sand. Harry watched his wife smiling and clacking at her baby, completely smitten by the two of them, as he and Louis caught up. The last time they talked was when Louis congratulated them on the birth of his son. This time, Louis called to make sure they were doing alright. Harry was still trending online and, being a father himself, he knew how upsetting it was when your kid was brought up in the media. Especially when they had to deal with the repercussions of the paparazzi.
“Man, it just blows my mind the shit these low-lives can get away with. Please tell me you’re gonna press charges, mate,” Louis seared.
Harry groaned, “I don’t think I can, mate. I broke his camera and shoved him. We’re pretty much even.”
“Even?” Louis repeated, “Mate, he hurt a baby. He’s done much worse than you did!”
“Not according to the law, man. Not really. Besides, he’s fine. Just a bruise, thank God. Was more worried about, Y/N, if I’m honest,” he whispered, trying not to let his wife hear, “You should have seen her. Thought she was going to have a panic attack because of her claustrophobia.”
Louis tutted and sighed, “Poor lass. She's alright now, though, yeah?”
“We’re on the beach, so she couldn’t be happier,” Harry laughed, watching as Paxton gazed in awe at the little sandcastle Y/N had just made.
They had received texts from friends, like Mitch and Sarah, who made sure that they and the baby were alright as well as posted a link to the petition. Big-name celebrities with kids, like Chrissy Teigen and John Legend, as well as Hilary Duff and Matthew Koma, had also come forward in light of the issue to share their experiences of being paparazzi’d with kids. He’d never had the pleasure of meeting them, but was sure to send them messages of thanks.
Ariana Grande had tweeted ‘Sending my love to the Styles Family. It’s scary when you can’t walk down the street with a newborn without being harassed. Please sign the petition to finally start holding those who cross the line accountable.’
Liam Payne texted Harry and mentioned it in one of his Instagram Live videos when asked by fans saying, “Yeah, I spoke to him. Apparently, the guy had bruised the poor baby’s head, but he’s doing alright. They’re a bit shaken by the whole thing, I don’t blame them. It’s-It’s just sad, you know? For all the years I’ve known Harry, he’s the last one to get rattled to the point of fighting someone I’ve met Y/N a few times and well and she was always kind and easy-going. But when you’re worried about the safety of your wife and child, I don’t think anyone could say they’d just sit back and take it. You’ve got to draw the line somewhere.”
James Corden dedicated a segment in his show talking about the dangers of paparazzi and his own experiences with being harassed, including the time he was out with his son, and Harry joined them.
“To see, very early on in his career, the amount of people that followed his every step- I mean, he was only with us for a couple of hours and it got so crazy that after thirty minutes I had to have Harry walk a bit ahead of us so that the paparazzi wouldn’t swarm my son. By the end of the day, we were exhausted. I can’t even imagine having to deal with that daily. I know how I felt about it at the time and my son was older. We were a bit more comfortable as parents. But these two have their first, brand new baby. The idea of leaving your house for the first time as new parents and being hounded by volatile people who have no care for anyone but themselves is terrifying. My heart goes out to him and his family,” he finished.
Dozens more came out of the gate to condemn careless paparazzi, but probably the most surprising of them all was Gigi Hadid.
It was no secret that Harry and the model had a strained relationship that dated back to the drama surrounding Zayn’s departure from One Direction. The two never really cared to get to know one another and there was always some unsaid animosity in between them for whatever reason. He never had anything against her. Still, it was there. So, when she spoke out in defense of Harry’s actions, it was in headlines everywhere.
Gigi was very vocal about it on all of her social media platforms, writing rants on Twitter, text posts on Instagram, and even making videos saying, “You know, it’s just disgusting how celebrities can be stalked and harassed every single day by people like these paparazzi and the response is always ‘well, that’s what you signed up for’. It never made sense to me. Like, why is it considered normal? Why does it have to ‘come with the territory?’ These celebrities didn’t sign up to have their lives picked through with a fine-tooth comb. Especially not their spouses or children. They don’t deserve to be harassed or stalked just because of who they fell in love with or made a family with. A lot of people forget that celebrities are just humans.
We’re normal people with abnormal jobs. My job is to model. Harry’s job is to sing. We shouldn’t be in fear to step out of our house that day, afraid of being stalked or our children being hit in the heads with fucking cameras. I’m no stranger to how dangerous and scary paps can be, and since becoming a mom myself, I’m even more cautious. We hardly leave our house. We have so much security it’s unreal. We shouldn’t have to live like this.
Having fans come up to us in the streets and saying hi or taking pictures with us is one thing, but to have these paps shoving their camera in a child’s face, blocking our way out, and endangering them is something else entirely. Paparazzi need to be held to a higher standard and they need to be held accountable. I really feel for them.”
By the end of their vacation, there was so much positive support from fans and other celebs that Harry and Y/N was feeling overwhelmed with love. They both reached out, personally and privately, to as many people as they could to thank them for speaking out and signing the petition. Their team decided that a simple response, in true Harry fashion, would be best. On Instagram, he posted a picture of Paxton’s sandy feet and captioned it,
‘All Is Well. Thank you. With Love, H.’
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little lune
authors note: inspired by @soulmemesarc birthday prompts!🥳🎂 also this is unedited sorry for any typos
" no no no! breakfast in bed for the birthday girl/boy/angel! lie down, let me take care of this... "
" so there's this tradition. a law, really. i have to kiss you as many times as your age. so prepare yourself, babe. "
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you and harrison really didn’t have much in common.
this, you discovered, on your first date. he’d seen you at his neighborhood coffee shop on multiple occasions and prayed each day that you couldn’t see the infatuation building in his eyes, hoping one day soon, he’d’ve built up the courage to finally talk to you.
and you both thank god that that day had come and you spent nearly the entire day tucked away in the corner of the cafe talking about everything and anything.
he loved dogs, liked to consider himself a dog dad, even though the blue-grey staffy he showed you just over one million pictures of, technically belonged to his best friend. you on the other hand, grew up with cats curled up at your feet.
harrison could stay out all night, and did most weekends! very used to having to scrub last nights remnants off his body in the mornings and piecing together the events through blurry instagram stories. whereas, you were much more lowkey. always down for a good time, but couldn’t really stand the feeling of other people’s sweat on you while packed in a crowded club
despite this, the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces. like he was the sun, and you were the moon.
when harrison first brought up the comparison, you laughed and teased him for being such a cliche but when he smiled down and replied with “just for you, my little lune”
your face burned under his palms as he spoke the pet name so adoringly and with so much kindness in his eyes. and in that moment, you both knew that your differences in opinion were trivial and the only thing that mattered was you both bonded over your growing affection.
your face burned under his palms as he spoke the pet name so adoringly and with so much kindness in his eyes. and in that moment, you both knew that your differences in opinion were trivial and the only thing that mattered was you both bonded over your growing affection.
there was one thing you both had in common though and that was sleep.
there was one thing you both had in common though and that was sleep.
you could sleep for hours each, harrison very proudly bragging that his record was 18 hours straight.
whenever you went over to his house, he immediately locked the two of you in his room, receiving many suggestive comments from his roommates about the nature of your activities, but in reality he just locked his arms around you and took you to dreamland with him as the two of you slept the day away.
so it was no surprise that that was the position you both were in right now, the morning of your birthday slipping away like a handful of sand through open fingertips.
soon enough though, the ring of your phone had gone off too many times for you to ignore and you had to wake up and face the multitude of happy birthday calls you were receiving, without a doubt waking your boyfriend in the process.
“mmm, tell them to fuck off” he muttered as your cousin wished you a happy birthday, the phone being passed around to all your relatives.
“can’t babe, m’family’s callin’”
“b-but… we haven’t had a birthday snuggle yet”
the softness in his tone (his teddy bear persona being reserved for your eyes only) practically melted you “almost over, m’love”
five minutes later, the last of your cousins and aunts and uncles had wished you a happy birthday and you hung up, the multiple conversations taking away any last shreds of slumber.
you looked over at haz who had his face smushed into the pillow, his soft, blond hair swept into his face, looking as delicate as ever. his hands involuntarily twitching at the comforter as they called out for yours to intertwine with.
with a smile you cautiously slipped off the bed, but he still awoke anyways, poking his head up like a child. “where ya going?”
“to start the kettle, go back to sleep.”
“no no no!” he whined “breakfast in bed for the birthday girl. lie down, let me take care of this.” he dragged himself out of bed, placed a tender and loving kiss to your forehead before shoving you to the mattress and throwing the covers over your entire body, leaving you nothing but a giggling white sheet.
his heart soared in his chest at the sound as he made his way to your kitchen. he’d only been over your place a few times, your relationship still relatively new. so he tried his best to quietly turn on the kettle and then locate your pots and pans to get started on a birthday breakfast for you.
as he was flipping the pancakes, he started thinking about making a little smile with the strawberries and that brought a little smile to his face.
he barely recognized himself when he was around you. he was so lovesick, so head over heels for you. unlike he’d ever been with any of his previous girlfriends.
your relationship wasn’t in the early stages per-say, he openly called you his girlfriend, and you your boyfriend, but he still felt the need to impress you, he still felt nerves creep in his stomach before every date. the honeymoon stage, as some liked to call it. the comfortability was just around the corner, he was sure of it. but until then, he liked to keep you on your toes.
placing the meal on a tray and walking back to your bedroom, he thought to later tonight and bit his lip. he had planned something for you, something grand. it was a little much for your first birthday spent together, but he only realized that after everything was payed for; but you deserved it. you deserved all the magnificent things life had to offer, and he would fall to his knees in order to be the one to give them to you. so he hoped you would like it.
“happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my darling, happy birthday to you” he sung as you looked up at him from under the covers.
“thank you, lovie. it looks great.” you smiled and he carefully placed the tray on your lap, crawling up next to you.
“anything for you, lune.” he spoke with a kiss to your lips.
that was how the morning progressed, bites of pancake shared here and there, syrup flavored kisses peppered in between.
.・゜゜・  ・゜゜・.
haz’s wet chest was pressed against your back in the bath. the room scented vanilla and filled to the brim with bubbles and candlelight.
“what do you want to do later today, haz?”
“anything you like sweetness, you’re the birthday girl.”
“hmm, nothing planned big guy?” you teased, and he splashed a little water on your exposed torso.
“of course i do… but, it’s still your day, you can do whatever you want.” he replied, pressing kisses to your neck.
“whatever i want?”
“mmhmm, have whatever, do whatever… have me do whatever you want… to you” he spoke, voice deep and kisses hard.
your heart rate picked up, sure he could sense it as he pressed his tongue to your pressure point, gasping you consented with “i like the sound of that”
.・゜゜・  ・゜゜・.
“haz… can you at least slow down???”
“sorry! sorry! it’s not my fault i swear!” he retorted, swerving in and out of his lane.
“yeah well i can’t exactly tell now can i?” you snapped, feeling around the blindfold he insisted you wore
“hey! don’t mess with it! we’re almost there!” harrison looked over at you and worried his bottom lip in nervousness. the location was only down the road and every possibility was running through his head. did he invite enough of your friends? sure you got along with his housemates and coworkers, but he didn’t want you to feel awkward at your own party. was it too much, would you feel too pressured?
he turned into the parking lot and took a deep breath, you were here now, so it was now or never. “can i take it off now?”
“yes, sweetness.”
you yanked it off and immediately looked around, face contorting in confusion.
“cmon, it’s around the corner.” he grabbed your hand and started to make his way.
“i- i hope you like it. if you don’t that’s fine, we can do something else. i swear! no pressure really, this, this is really just an idea. but i thought it seemed fun, so i, yeah, again, i just hope you like it.” he rambled, about to add on another reassurance that you could leave whenever you wanted when your gasp interrupted him.
“woah…” you took in the field before you. fair games, food trucks, rides and even a ferris wheel covered the entire ground. your friends already enjoying the festivities.
“haz this… this is amazing…” your head snapped towards his as you thew yourself into his arms. “th-thank you so much, oh my god!”
harrison knew that if you weren’t anchoring him in that moment, he would’ve floated to heaven. you were so sweet and happy, he was more than elated.
“it’s all for you, babe. let’s go enjoy, yeah?” he said, pride running through his veins at the good job he did.
you found your friends, all giving you bear hugs and dragging you away from harrison to go on rides. he didn’t mind, he got to spend all day with you, and you were too good not to share.
he sat at one of the picnic benches as tom brought over two slices of pizza. “mate, i gotta say, this is fucking awesome”
harrison beamed at him at the compliment. “yeah i know!”
tom laughed and shook his head, “wanna call you a smug div, but honestly, y’should be proud of yourself.”
harrison felt his cheeks warm at his friends words. “thanks mate, i- i’m just glad she likes it.”
tom let out a *whapush* noise, “so whipped.” and harrison just rolled his eyes, but bit back any denials. he was whipped for you. not only did the thousands in pounds he spent for tonight prove it, but the way his heart danced in his chest at the mere though of you, did too.
“yeah, i guess i am” he smirked, meeting tom in a fist bump and beelined towards you.
you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind as you spoke to your friend, her eyes lighting up at the scene.
“mind if i steal her for a moment?” he asked, giving your friend his best puppy eyes, to which she giggled and shook her head, sending you a wink on her way.
“y’alright, birthday girl?” he muttered, head buried in your neck.
“more than alright. thank you again haz, i really, i really don’t know how i can make this up to you.”
he spun you around in his arms and gave you a passionate kiss, trying to convey all his love through it, hopefully telling you that you didn’t have to make anything up to him, that he’d buy you the earth if it’d make you smile.”
when he pulled away, you stared up at him like he was a figure from your dreams and he thinks you understood him.
“cmon, let’s go on the ferris wheel!”
“lead the way, lune.”
.・゜゜・  ・゜゜・.
the night sky surrounded you both as you at at the top of the ferris wheel, looking down at the city.
“so…,” harrison began. you hummed in response and he squeezed your clasped hands together.
“so there's this tradition. a law, really. i have to kiss you as many times as your age. so prepare yourself, babe.”
you laughed and scooted impossibly closer to him, “oh yeah?”
“mmhmm! now remember, i don’t make the laws, only enforce them.”
he began to count upwards from one and kiss your lips. some soft and light, others held out and leaving you a little breathless.
“so many kisses tonight, i love it”
“well there’s more where that came from.” he said, “now where was i? oh right, 16…”
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2011 pt.II
July 1st:
Selena's new film Monte Carlo is officially released in theatres and Justin tweets out his support:
Justin: "Everyone go see @/selenagomez movie #montecarlo in theatres NOW"
*tweet here (x)
July 11th:
Justin and Selena are spotted/joined by fans singing karaoke at Lucky Strike Lanes in LA - one fan tweeted he was partying with the couple.
The two took to the microphone for an impromptu duet of Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow’s “Picture” and shared a kiss after their performance.
Videos later surfaced (x)
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July 13th:
Justin and Selena attend The ESPY Awards together held at the Nokia Theatre in Los Angeles.
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July 17th:
Justin and Selena crash a wedding in Malibu, California
TMZ reports:
According to our sources at the wedding, Justin and Selena were strolling on the beach when they heard Justin's song "One Less Lonely Girl" playing at the reception -- inside the historic and shi shi Adamson House.
We're told Justin snuck up on some guests -- who predictably OMG'd and LOL'd -- and then hopped on the mic, saying: "We just crashed it. We heard a party so we decided to just come. So let's party."
They only stayed for about 10 minutes to pose for pics -- including some with the happy couple -- and then bolted.
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July 20th:
Justin visits Selena at a Hollywood studio while she rehearses for her upcoming tour
July 22nd:
Justin and Selena are spotted together shopping on her birthday - he posted a photo of the two on Instagram and tweeted:
“Happy Birthday @SelenaGomez gonna be a special day.”
*tweet here (x)
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July 24th:
Selena's We Own the Night World Tour begins tonight in Costa Mesa, California - Justin surprises her at the show and joins the stage to perform Justin Timberlake's Cry Me A River
He later tweets that night:
“@selenagomez u did great tonight. proud of u”
*full performance video here (x)
July 26th:
Justin and Selena are photographed out for lunch at Hooters in Burbank, California:
“Justin and Selena came in at about noon for lunch,”
“They were both really polite and signed a few autographs. They were both super-friendly and made the most adorable couple!”
July 28th:
Justin attends another one of Selena’s shows with friend Sean Kingston in Boca Raton Florida.
He posts a photo to his Instagram wearing her tour merch
*article here (x)
August 2nd:
Rumors began circulating that Justin and Selena may have broken up after a YouTube video went viral declaring that Selena found flirty texts Justin sent to his ex Jasmine - E!News later shot this down
Selena performs in Atlanta Georgia and Justin’s friends Alfredo and Carin attend the show. Justin tweets:
“ATL show @selenagomez love tonight! @alfredoflores and @carinmb are in the building i heard. #Beasts!”
*E! article here (x) / tweet here (x)
August 6th:
Alfredo posts a photo of him, Justin, Selena to Instagram captioned: “swimming with the boys :)” while Justin adds a photo of himself to Selena’s Instagram
August 7th:
Justin and Selena attend the 2011 Teen Choice Awards together and were super affectionate throughout the entire ceremony - Justin danced through Selena's performance of Love You Like A Love Song and cheered her on as she accepted her 5 awards
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August 13th:
Justin and Selena are spotted in an Apple Store in Rosemont Illinois, while she's in town for tour
August 18th:
Justin and Selena attend a pool party and are photographed kissing - Justin also uploads a photo of the two on instagram captioned:
“my babbyyyy”
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August 19th:
Justin and Selena are photographed as they picked up a smoothie from Smoothie King in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where she performs later that evening on tour
During Selena’s soundcheck performance in Philadelphia, a fan shouts out asking for her phone number, Selena replies:
“I don’t think my boyfriend would like that”
*full video here (x)
August 20th:
Selena had “JB” written on her right hand and “I love you” on her left wrist during her concert in New Jersey
August 21st:
Justin and Selena are spotted walking in Hershey Park theme park, in Pennsylvania
August 23rd:
Justin and Selena are photographed out and about with Alfredo, Ryan and Kenny in Toronto, Ontario
August 25th:
Justin announces that he would be releasing his first Christmas album and second studio album later in 2011 -
His manager Scooter Braun and vocal producer Kuk Harrell confirmed a week later that Justin had collaborated with Sean Kingston and Taylor Swift and had also worked with producers The Messengers.
August 28th:
Justin and Selena attend MTV Video Music Awards together where Selena was a co-host for the pre-show - Selena interviewed Justin in the arrivals hall at the awards ceremony where the two were very affectionate sharing kisses, Selena telling Justin:
'Thank you so much. Thank you for hanging out, babe.'
Justin also hugged Selena onstage as he accepted the award for Best Male Video
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September 2nd:
Selena watches while Justin plays basketball and cheers in the background
*video here (x)
September 9th:
Justin talks with Women's Wear Daily for an interview and mentions that he's dating Selena:
WWD: You told one of the kids earlier that you’re still friendly with Selena.
JB: She’s amazing. She’s my girlfriend right now.
WWD: Where do you see yourself five years from now?
JB: [Visibly counting] Well, by 25 or 26, I want to see myself, like, married or start looking for a family. I want to be a young dad. I want to be able to have done what I wanted to do — to be successful, to do a movie or whatever. But if the time is right, I definitely want to be married by 25.
One thing — I’m not looking to get married now.
*full interview (x)
September 10th:
Justin and Selena spotted out for lunch in Las Vegas, where Selena performs that evening - they later attend the shows after-party with DJ Taf
September 14th:
Justin and Selena visit the old-set of Wizards of Waverly Place
September 15th:
Justin and Selena attend “The Abduction” premiere at Grauman's Chinese Theatre in Los Angeles - Selena gets boo’d (?) by fans as she walks the red carpet.
September 16th:
Justin are Selena are photographed having lunch and doing a bit of shopping at a mall in Los Angeles
September 17th:
Justin and Selena are seen arriving to LAX Airport departing to Atlanta - later that evening, they attend Georgia Music Hall of Fame with Usher and Justin performs and was honored with the Horizon Award at the 33rd Annual Georgia Music Hall of Fame Awards.
*article here (x)
September 18th:
Justin and Selena went to watch the Atlanta Falcons play the Philadelphia Eagles at the Georgia Dome. Justin tweeted photos of themselves kissing on the way to the game.
While leaving the game, Selena is filmed slapping Justin, suggesting they may have been fighting
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*full article here (x) full video here (x)
September 19th:
Selena attends The Jay Leno Show where she performs Love You Like A Love Song. Justin came to support Selena and was photographed with her backstage
Selena has a cute interview backstage with Bryan following her performance, Bryan points out that Selena brought Justin:
Selena: “I did. He’s sweet. Everybody’s taking pictures with him right now,”
After her interview, the camera flashes to Justin chatting with Simon Cowell. Before the couple say bye to Simon, Justin grabs Selena’s hip and tells Simon:
Justin: “I’ll look after her.”
*full article here (x)
September 20th:
Justin uploads a photo of him hugging Selena while deplaning a jet onto Instagram.
Justin and Selena are also spotted in the park taking staged photos with 6 babies (?) in which Justin also later uploads to his instagram captioned:
"Brangelina 2.0 hahahahahaha"
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September 21st:
Justin and Selena attend LA Zoo together
September 23rd:
Selena and Justin are photographed on a PDA filled beach stroll in Malibu California
*Daily Mail article / photos (x)
September 23rd:
Selena and Justin attend Demi Lovato’s concert together held at the Nokia Centre in Los Angeles
After the show, Justin surprises Selena by renting out The Staples Centre arena for a private, exclusive dinner date and movie screening of Titanic:
"The teen supercouple arrived at the empty, 20,000-seat arena, where the lights had been dimmed; on the court floor was a table set for two with candles.
After the meal — steak and pasta, catered by the Lexus club — the couple enjoyed a private screening of Titanic. (The "Baby" singer apparently got the idea from the Adam Sandler flick Mr. Deeds, in which Sandler's character surprises his girlfriend, played by Winona Ryder, with a similar gesture at NYC's Madison Square Garden.)
And TMZ reports that Bieber paid nothing for the big date: The Staples Center comped the evening as thanks for Bieber's recent sold out concerts there."
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*UsWeekly article here (x) *justin's tweet (x)
September 25th:
Justin’s best friend Alfredo posts instagram photo of him, Justin, Selena on private jet:
"BOOM BOOM POW! @/JustinBieber @/SelenaGomez -- see the creeper?"
*alfredo's tweet / photo (x)
September 28th:
Selena joins Justin in Franklin Tennessee on the set of his music video shoot for a song off his upcoming Chrismtas album, Under the Mistletoe.
Justin tweets:
“video shoot today for christmas album. #mistletoe”
September 30th:
Justin begins the Latin American leg of his My World Tour, beginning this evening in Monterrey Mexico and concluding October 19th in Caracas Venezuela.
Selena was judging a Disney Channel show with Sean Kingston when she met Ben Baller, the man who made Justin's grill. According to Ben, Selena wasn’t too stoked about meeting him originally, but then she concocted an idea to prank Justin, which he wrote about on his blog:
“Selena says ‘ohhhh I don’t like you! you’re the one who made Justin’s grill huh?’ I said yeah….. does he wear it?’ Selena said ‘YES! he definitely wears it! (stone face towards me) and I’m thinking to myself like damn…. she’s actually really sweet though, I can tell lol… so She says let’s play a prank on Justin…. and I agreed (why not right?) let’s take a pic and then send the guys the pic and under it say ‘guess who’s getting a grill?'”
“I didn’t say it was a joke or anything… a few hours later, I get a text from Justin saying ‘call me’ and I’m like…. damn, he’s gonna be mad or tell me to take it down….”
“He says ‘cmon bro. is she really getting a grill? (I’ve talked to him enough on the phone to know his voice and different sounds, from regular to really happy) and he was definitely concerned like ‘please say it’s a joke’…. so I’m thinking to myself, like damn, I know in the last 3 hours he’s had to have talked to his girl and he had to ask her…. I can’t believe she’s really stringing this little prank along for so long…. she’s really cool for playing the joke for real! haha”
*article here (x)
October 3rd:
Justin was seen looking for Selena in the airport in Rio de Janeiro because there was an issue with her visa.
Selena had some difficulty getting into Brazil because she didn’t have the correct visa
October 4th:
Justin and Selena take a helicopter ride while exploring Rio de Janeiro, Brazil before he takes the stage tomorrow.
An insider tells told Hollywood Life:
'Justin and Selena are staying at the Copacabana Palace in Rio de Janeiro, which is considered to be the most exclusive hotel in Rio.'
'They are staying in a Penthouse Suite which includes one bedroom with a king-sized bed, a living room, a mini bar and two marble bathrooms with a separate bathtub and shower.'
*Daily Mail article / photos (x)
October 5th:
Selena joins Justin backstage before he takes stage and poses for photos, while Justin tells a reporter he calls Selena “Mamacita” during an interview
After the concert, Justin and Selena were seen out for dinner, clubbing at Copa Club and kissing in the backseat of the car on their way back to the hotel
*DailyMail article here (x)
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October 6th:
Selena and Justin are spotted by numerous fans around town before Justin’s second show this evening - that night, Selena joins Justin on stage and they perform Selena’s song Who Says together.
Justin tweeted earlier in the day:
"had a lil fun last night in RIO….show #2 in RIO is 2nite….got some very special guests with me 2nite #mistletoe"
*justin's tweet (x)
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October 7th:
Justin and Selena are photographed boarding their plane as they leave Rio de Janeiro
October 9th:
Justin speaks with New! Magazine for an interview and admits he loves Selena but insists they have no plans to move in together because of their busy careers:
"I wouldn't be with somebody if I wasn't in love,"
"Everybody can see she is hot and that's great, but there is so much more to her than that. She makes me laugh and she puts up with my practical jokes. She has really strong family values as well. We were both raised by our moms in single-parent households, and that's given us a lot of the same family values in life."
"At the moment we're so busy, it's pretty much hotel rooms for me for most of the year. She could be in one part of the world and I could be in the other. We are just a young couple who are enjoying spending time with each other. But we both took time off last month and it was just really cool to be able to spend time together and just do normal things like go to the beach and have dinner together."
*full article here (x) and (x)
October 9th:
Justin gives a radio interview with 97.5 Fanatic Philadelphia:
Interviewer: What’s up with you and Selena man?
Justin: Well she’s on tour right now, so yeah.
Interviewer: Is this an official hookup?
Justin: Y‘know, I like to keep some of my private life to myself.
Interviewer: Well it’s already out there.
Justin: I know I mean it’s pretty obvious, but I don’t really like to talk about it.
Interviewer: I got you, you wanna keep it a private relationship - but how’d you swing that? It’s tough to get that break through line.
Justin: Yeah I know, I was pretty shocked myself. She’s very beautiful.
Interviewer: So how’d you make the approach? Did someone put you two together or what?
Justin: We started as friends like 2 years ago, so we were just friends for a long time - that’s how it happened.
October 12th:
Selena tweets a photo she added to instagram, of her eating Tim Hortons in Canada:
“Canada.. I missed you. But @justinbieber misses you more.”
*selena's tweet here (x)
October 17th:
Justin's song Mistletoe, the first single off his Christmas album, is officially released - Selena posted a photo of the song to her Instagram captioned:
“Finally it’s out.. Did y’all buy it?”
October 18th:
Justin performs the last show of his My World Tour this evening in Carasova Venezuela
October 20th:
Selena and Justin are spotted walking around The Forks shopping area in Winnipeg, Canada. Selena has the night off from her We Own the Night World Tour, but has a performance in the city tomorrow.
Insiders confirm that her and Justin are staying at the luxury boutique hotel Inn at the Forks in Winnipeg.
That evening, Justin again rents out an entire movie theatre for a date with Selena -he arranged for a screening room at the SilverCity Polo Park Cinemas to be kept empty so he and Selena could watch Real Steel' in private, and also rranged for pizzas to be delivered to the cinema for him and Selena to feast on during the movie.
A source at the venue said: "They made sure to keep everything really under wraps and private. He was really polite and they both thanked everyone before they left."
Justin uploads a photo of him and Selena in the theatre to Instagram captioned "me and my besty watching a movie"
*full article here (x)
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October 21st:
Selena plays at the MTS Centre this evening in Winnipeg Manitoba, while on her We Own The Night World Tour.
Her and Justin stopped by Winnipeg's D'Arcy's Animal Rescue Centre for a visit and played with the dogs for over an hour - there were rumours that Selena took a pup with her
Justin and Selena are spotted by various fans throughout the day while out exploring Winnipeg, including Tim Hortons, and Speedworld Indoor Kart Track along with friend Ashley Cook
*full article here (x)
October 22nd:
Justin takes Selena to a hockey game to watch his favourite team, the Winnipeg Jets, from a private suite at the MTS Centre wearing matching jerseys with their names emblazoned across the backs. According to onlookers, they spent most of the game kissing and cuddling one another.
After the game, the two physically took to the ice both wearing Jets jerseys - after circling the ice a few times holding hands, Selena didn't skate much at all, preferring to watch Justin take shots at net.
*full article here (x)
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October 24rd:
Selena is in London, Ontario for her We Own The Night World Tour and was seen carrying puppy Baylor around backstage before her concert wearing a Baylor University sweatshirt.
*photo here (x)
October 24th-October 29th(?):
Selena’s tour continues through October 30th in Canada and Justin remains with her for most of the dates - sometime throughout this period, they visited and spent time with Justin's family and are photographed together carving pumpkins and eating pie.
October 25th:
Its been reported that Selena and Justin have adopted a puppy together from D'Arcy's ARC while in Winnipeg, Canada:
“I was told that [Selena] was missing the dogs that she has at home,” the shelter’s CEO told People. “I wasn’t expecting her to adopt a dog while she was on tour.”
*full article here (x)
October 27th:
Justin sat down with Access Hollywood’s Billy Bush while promoting his new Christmas album, “Under the Mistletoe,” and chatted about Selena’s new puppy and their private movie theatre date
Baylor:
“She saw this dog, and she fell in love with it. She was like, ‘I need to have it!’ We just went to the shelter just to look around. Turns out, she brought one home. It was kind of like she just saw the dog, and it kept going to her, I don’t think the dog really likes me that much. I think he’s on tour with her right now,”
Movies:
“If I go into a movie theatre and everyone’s not looking at the movie and looking at us, it’s kind of like awkward, I’m looking at the movie and everyone’s looking at me. It’s like I’m the movie or something.”
*full article here (x)
October 28th:
Justin appears on Jay Leno and talks about Selena - she is in attendance and her and Justin pose for photos backstage
November 1st:
Justin’s Christmas album “Under The Mistletoe” is officially released today - he begins shooting the Fa La La Music video with Boys II Men and Selena joins him on set posing for photos together.
Later that evening, a tabloid story about Justin began circulating online:
A 20-year old woman named Mariah Yeater has filed a paternity suit against Justin on October 31st, alleging that he fathered her child after a brief backstage tryst at Justin’s October 2010 L.A Staples Centre concert. The paternity suit was reportedly filed on October 31st in a California court.
*Mariah Yeater article here (x)
November 2nd:
Justin on appears on On Air With Ryan Seacrest to promote his new Christmas album “Under The Mistletoe” and he mentions Selena's newly adopted dog Baylor
He also later appears on POWER106 FM during his “Under The Mistletoe” promo, rapping an Otis freestyle referencing Selena:
“my girl says I’m perfect she just loves an imperfect person perfectly, personally I think she is perfectly perfect"
Later that day Justin tweets alluding to the Mariah accusations:
“all the rumors...the gossip....Im gonna focus on the positives....the music."
*POWER106 video here (x) tweet here (x)
November 3rd: '
Selena was photographed arriving to LAX Airport in Los Angeles, heading to Belfast to meet Justin, and was all smiles.
Meanwhile, the Mariah Yeater rumours have not settled down whatsoever as the tabloids continue and Mariah continues to give interviews
*DailyMail article here (x) AnythingDiz photos here (x)
November 4th:
Justin gives an interview to Today Show to dismiss Mariah Yeater’s claims and says he's never even met her:
“I would just like to say that none of those allegations are true.”
“I know I’m going to be a target, but I’m never going to be a victim,” Justin added.
“It’s crazy, because every night after the show I’ve gone right from the stage right to my car. So it’s crazy that some people want to make up such false allegations.”
A statement released by Justin’s publicist on Wednesday said his lawyers had not seen the suit reportedly filed by Yeater, but said:
“it’s sad that someone would fabricate, malicious, defamatory and demonstrably false claims. We will vigorously pursue all available legal remedies to defend and protect Justin against these allegations.”
Rumors begin circulating that Selena and Justin have split in light of the Mariah Yeater allegations - late Friday afternoon, it was reported Selena had dumped Justin in the wake of the scandal.
*Today Show article here (x)
November 5th:
Justin and Selena have not split up, a rep for Selena told Access Hollywood and USWeekly on Friday night.
A source close to Justin also shot down rumors of the split on Friday night, telling Access that there was no truth to the rumors and the couple is still heading to Europe together this weekend for the MTV Europe Music Awards in Belfast where Justin will be performing at the show while Selena will be the host.
*AccessHollywood article here (x) UsWeekly article here (x)
November 5th:
Justin and Selena wave to fans as they arrive together at the Merchant Hotel in Belfast, Northern Ireland.
Later that evening, Justin and Selena are later photographed together hand-in-hand arriving at the MTV Voices Dinner.
"Justin and Selena could not keep their eyes off each other for the whole night," a dinner source told Us. "They were very much in love and didn't show any signs of stress or strain in their relationship."
Justin, who was receiving an award for his charity work, tweeted after the event:
"I know what it is like to not have alot...so it feels great to be in a position to #giveback. thanks to everyone helping me"
*photos here (x) UsWeekly article here (x)
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November 6th:
TMZ reports from sources directly connected with Justin that he will happily take a DNA test in two weeks when he returns to the United States to prove he is not Mariah Yeater's baby daddy -- and after that, him and his team are going after her in court.
Selena hosts the MTV Europe Music Awards in Belfast, North Ireland this evening while Justin is set to perform at the event. After the ceremony, they attend LMFAO'S after-party and are photographed together at the event
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*TMZ article here (x) photos here (x) / tweets here (x) (x) (x)
November 7th:
Justin and Selena are photographed after their private tour of Chelsea FC’s football ground in London on Monday morning
It's been reported that Justin gifted Selena $27k diamond bracelet and surprised her with it just before she took the stage to present at last night’s MTV EMA’s
*full article here (x) photos here (x)
November 8th:
Justin and Selena stop by NRJ Radio station Paris, France for an interview while Justin is promoting his Christmas album
Later that afternoon, Justin and Selena are photographed together hand-in-hand after a lunch date at Paris's L'Avenue restaurant
And that evening they were photographed on a dinner date
*DailyMail article (x) dinner photo (x)
November 9th:
Selena and Justin are photographed shopping while in Paris
Justin posts a photo of him and Selena on Instagram at Disneyland Paris with the caption:
“thank god above for my very own christmas love”
November 11th:
Justin and Selena hold hands as they head back to their car after visiting a television studio in Madrid, Spain
Selena has been joining Justin on his European promo tour for Under The Mistletoe.
Selena tweets that her puppy Baylor is sick and needs surgery.
*full article here (x) tweet here (x)
November 12th:
Selena and Justin are spotted leaving KISS FM Radio station together in London
*DailyMail article (x)
November 16th:
Selena’s music video for Hit The Lights is officially released and premieres on VEVO
TMZ reports thatMariah Yeater officially dismisses paternity lawsuit:
"The suit was quietly dismissed late last week and Mariah Yeater's lawyers, Lance Rogers and Matt Pare, have withdrawn from the case.
As we first reported, Justin not only planned to take a DNA test when he returned to the U.S., he was going to sue Yeater and her lawyers for making a bogus claim. And, as we reported, Justin's lawyer, Howard Weitzman, called the attorneys and informed them a suit was looming.
The paternity lawsuit left Mariah Yeater open to a possible charge of statutory rape, because Justin was only 16 years old at the time of her claims."
*TMZ article here (x)
November 17th:
Justin does the radio interview circuit today while in New York City in promotion of his album Under The Mistletoe:
Justin sits down with 92.3 NY for a radio interview and was asked about Mariah Yeater's claims, getting serious with Selena, and what Usher thinks of them.
They first speak about Mariah Yeater and the texts she sent her friend begging him to erase evidence/text messages that admit her son's dad is someone else, promising to give him a cut of the action when she gets paid.
*full video interview here (x)
Justin sat down for an exclusive interview at the Elvis Duran Morning Show at Z100 Studio where they replayed him an interview he gave back in 2009 saying while he thought Selena was pretty, he didn't *like* her.
Justin, blushing, tells Elvis:
"My life is pretty good right now, and she's just another blessing”
*full video interview here (x)
Justin appears on The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 for an interview and talks about his Staples Centre date with Selena and how that came about
(the interviewers are pretty inappropriate to him the entire time tbh)
*full video interview here (x)
November 17th:
Mariah Yeater sent a text Wednesday to a friend, begging him to erase an incriminating text in which her mom says someone OTHER than Justin Bieber is the baby daddy, and then promising to give him a cut of the action when she scores a payday.
*TMZ article here (x)
November 20th:
Justin and Selena attend The AMA’s together in Los Angeles and walk the red carpet, arriving and departing to and from the event in a white vintage Packard Super 8.
UsWeekly reported Justin serenaded Selena during AMA rehearsals:
"At one point Justin even sang 'I Feel Good' a la James Brown. They were totally adorable. They were snuggling in between takes, and he was serenading her! They look as in love as ever."
Selena and Alfredo were filmed dancing during Justin's performance
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*DailyMail article here (x)
November 21st:
Justin and Selena went out for breakfast at iHOP, the restaurant where they were first spotted holding hands last December, with their one year anniversary right around the corner — they smiled for the cameras as they walked hand-in-hand out of the restaurant in Los Angeles.
“Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez had breakfast here at about 11 a.m. They were here for about one hour. They both seemed very happy and hungry. Selena had the double blueberry pancakes and Justin had two fried eggs, two waffles, bacon and potatoes. They left a very generous tip that was double the amount of their bill and said Happy Thanksgiving before they left!”
*full article here (x)
November 22nd:
Justin is photographed in the audience of Taylor Swift’s concert in New York City where he watched Selena and Taylor performing “Who Says” together
*photo here (x)
November 23rd:
Justin appears on The View to promote his album and he talks about Selena
*full video here (x) timestamp 2:33
November 23rd:
Justin appears on The Late Show with David Letterman and talks about Selena
*full video here (x) timestamp 8:45
November 25th:
Justin plays “Who Says” on Sirius XM while he was DJing songs “he was grateful for in 2011” (aired on the 25th)
November 25th:
Justin and Selena spent Thanksgiving in Selena's home town, Dallas, Texas, with Selena's family.
They went to watch The Muppets at the Landmark Magnolia Pictures Theater, after spending Thanksgiving with Selena’s family.
“It was just the two of them, they watched the movie with the general public. They were both incredibly polite and low profile.”
“Not too many people realized they were there because they came into the screening while the trailers were running,” the insider explains. “It was dark and people didn’t see them. When they came to the theatre complex, they were both holding hands. They looked really down to earth and very happy!”
November 29th:
Fans spot and photograph Justin and Selena hugging and walking around in Utah with Jaden Smith.
The three of them were later photographed by fans ice skating at Park City Mountain Resort, which later a staff member confirmed the photo was taken there:
“Jaden was doing some crazy one-legged stuff, I guess he really thinks he is the Karate Kid. They were laughing and joking with each other. Justin joked with Selena and tried to do a doubles routine at one point. It was all very playful. Everyone was in super great moods.”
*full article / photos here (x)
November 30th:
Selena stops to take photos with fans while ice skating, where you can see Justin in the background - the fan later posts it to instagram
December 6th:
Justin and Selena were spotted leaving Los Angeles airport earlier today and landed in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.
They were joined by Selena’s mom and stepfather Brian and on route to Selena’s friend Shannon Larossi’s beach side wedding ceremony.
*full article / photos here (x)
December 7th:
While waiting for Selena’s friend’s wedding, Justin and Selena hit up the beach in Cabo San Lucas Mexico and were spotted jet-skiing
*full article / photos here (x)
December 8th:
Selena and Justin attend and are photographed at Shannon’s wedding where Selena was one of the bridesmaids - she and Justin were photographed kissing on the beach
*full article / photos here (x)
December 9th:
Justin and Selena got in more tanning by the pool in Cabo before jetting off to D.C for Justin’s Christmas in Washington performance in Washington
*full article / photos here (x)
December 10th:
Justin and Selena are photographed arriving at Washington National Airport for Justin’s upcoming Christmas In Washington performance at The White House - the two stayed for 3 nights in the Presidential Suite at the Four Seasons Hotel
Justin and Selena visit and surprise the kids at Children's National Medical Center in D.C.Washington - Jacqueline Bowens, Executive VP of External Affairs of Children’s National Medical Center tells HollywoodLife.com exclusively:
“The kids loved them! It was a surprise for them. Justin spent quality time with all of the kids, talked to them, took pictures with them and sang to them. These are kids who are suffering from a range of illnesses such as cancer, blood disorders, orthopedic issues. None of them wants to be in the hospital…so they were beyond happy when Justin and the others arrived for their surprise visit!”
December 11th:
Justin and Selena are spotted out and about in Washington D.C before Justin is set to perform for the president.
Later that evening, Justin performs at the annual "Christmas in Washington" taping at the National Building Museum in Washington, D.C. - although Selena didn’t appear in any of the official event photos, she was spotted in the audience and took photos with fans
*full DailyMail article here (x) / full CBS article here (x)
December 12th:
Mariah Yeater’s ex-boyfriend speaks out, saying Mariah lied to seek $50k pay-day. In an exclusive jailhouse interview with RumorFix, Robert Powell says:
“She lied. We were both homeless and living in Oceanside [California] and Mariah was trying to make some quick money.”
So he says she made up the story and sold it to a tabloid for $50,000.
“She just picked him, because she thought he was famous and all and thought she could get a lot of money by telling the magazine Justin was the father. She just saw him as an opportunity to make a lot of money.”
*full article here (x)
December 14th:
Justin and Selena were seen leaving an event at L.A. Live with Ashley Tisdale in Downtown Los Angeles.
*photos here (x)
December 17th:
Justin and Selena attend Power 106 LA's Cali Christmas bash - Justin joined Drake on stage to perform "Trust Issues" during the show.
Selena abruptly left the venue and headed to be with her family after she received news of a family emergency.
*full article here (x)
December 18th:
Selena’s mom Mandy has tragically suffered a miscarriage - Selena has cancelled her concert after her mother sadly suffered a miscarriage. Citing a family emergency, Selena rushed to her mom, Mandy’s, side to comfort her.
*full article here (x)
December 20th:
Justin visits Selena and her mom Mandy in the hospital - the family are in mourning after Selena’s mother reportedly suffered a miscarriage the week prior
*DailyMail article here (x)
December 30th:
Justin and Selena are spotted at Hooters (not confirmed)
December 31st:
Justin and Selena are both in New York for each of their own work obligations where they are set to perform at - Justin performs in Times Square for 'New Year's Eve Rockin' Eve' and Selena joins Demi Lovato for MTV's live New Year's Eve special.
They meet up after each of their gigs for Justin's private NYE Party
*EW article here (x) / NYE party article here (x)
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emu-lumberjack · 4 years
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A Quick Meeting pt. 3
The Bakery is open so it’s time for Marinette and Damian to have a chat. Only for Lila to interrupt. 
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Don't ask me to explain, honestly I should just not be allowed around a keyboard while I’m tired. So here’s the next part.
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“Good morning and welcome to the Dupain----” Marinette cut off when she saw who had come in. Damian newly minted Wayne was dressed in his usual black turtleneck with jeans and some sneakers. The boy next to him she recognized from the other night, not knowing his civilian identity she resounded to just calling him superboy in her head. He was dressed in blue jeans, a white shirt scuffed up boots and a yellow flannel, obviously American. In a lower voice she said “Damian and company, how nice to see you. Done heroing yet?” She tried to be nice but just couldn’t resist the jab.
“Heroing? I have no idea what youre talking about, I’m just from America yup just a normal American boy. No heroing about me.” Superboy was a flustered mess blushing as he couldn’t figure out how to spin the lie convincingly.
“Oh can it Kent she’s already figured you out.” Damian said, curt as usual.
“Well it’s nice to see you’re feeling better ice prince. Have a nice time last night?” she motioned with her head towards the back. Hopefully he was smart enough to realize her parents were right next door and could hear almost everything.
“Sure though” he lowered his voice “I could’ve sworn I left something on your lovely partner's hair. If I remember correctly it was pink paint?” Marinette had to stifle a laugh. Knowing Adrien he wasn’t up yet which is why he hadn’t called her. “So Ms. Dupain-Cheng think you have enough time to take a breakfast break with us. Maybe talk over somethings?”
“Oh I think I could swing that. Let me just go tell my parents.” she walked towards the back leaving Damian and Superboy alone up front. “Mamman, Papa some friends have asked if I could take a quick break and eat breakfast with them. Is that ok?”
“Of course just don’t take too long.” Tom said.
“And if anyone comes in you’ve gotta help them.” Sabiene added.
“Done and done. Thank you.” Marinette said waving as she walked back out front.
“So are you free for a little bit?” Damian asked, and if she didn’t know better she would think he sounded nervous.
“Yeah, at least unless any other customers come in.” She responded. “Now what do you guys want.”
Minutes later the three were sitting around the table in the bakery. Jon, who had finally introduced himself properly to Marinette, finally got his macaroons. Damian went with a more conservative coffee and blueberry scone. Marinette had already eaten but she still made herself a coffee after all a heroes work never sleeps.
“So you have got to tell me how you got paint in Chats hair.”
“Well a Wayne never reveals his secrets.” Damian smiled.
“Wait how did you do that?” Jon said through a mouthful of Macaroon.
“Do what?
“Make him smile? That took me a month to do!”
“Well I----” Marinette was about to respond sarcastically when the bell above the door rang. “Well looks like I’m back on the clock sorry Jon, maybe some other time.”
“But….. But…. Come on I need to know!!!” He shouted as she went back behind the counter.
“Hello and welcome to the Dupain-Cheng bakery. How may I help you.” Marinette said from behind the counter.
“Oh I’m not so sure you can help me. After all, you've been so unhelpful lately.” Marinette groaned knowing that snively voice anywhere.
“Lila. how… can I even say pleasent, or would you somehow spin it in a way that makes me look like the bad guy.” Marinette was trying to be polite, trying was the optimal word.
“What is your problem Marinette.” Alya said from behind Lila
“Alya  I was just trying to make sure I don’t get my reputation any more slandered.”
“Don’t worry Alya, I’m just trying to be nice and order some pastries for me and my Damipoo.” Marinette swore she saw Damian choke on his coffee while Jon broke out into giggles. “And what is your problem Damian? And who’s this he looks like he came out of farmers weekly.” Lila turned her attention to Damian. The latter in turned looked towards Marinette. He looked her straight in the eye and nodded. Marinette realizing what he was about to do got a wicked grin on her face and nodded back.
“Lies you know I don’t like pastries, remember that incident in Munich? Also why are you being so mean to Marinette? From what you told me you two were best friends with MDC.” He saddled up closer to Lila, he had a head on her so she had to look up to him.
“What are you talking about Damian, and what do you mean MDC?” she looked angry, and confused. Marinette got out her phone and hit record.
“Well you said you finally wanted to reveal our relationship to the world, that you were ready for the world to know you were dating Damian Wayne. My father agreed, oh how my brothers couldn’t stop teasing us.” Damian grabbed her hand and brought it to his chest. “Also of course you know Marinette Dupain-Cheng is MDC, you wouldn’t tell me who she was so it took me a week to figure it out.”
“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Come on Lies you told the world we’re dating. After all, you’ve known me as Damian Wayne since I moved to Gotham.” There was the money shot. Marinette zoomed in on Lilas pale white shocked face. Once she got a good look at that she moved the camera to where Jon was, because he looked about as shocked as Lila, but three shades paler. Before anyone could say anything she sprinted from the room. Marinette turned off the corner just in time for her and Damian to burst out laughing.
“ok what’s going on?” Alya’s voice came from the corner.
“Well it looks like Lila forgot to check my last name before spinning her newest lie, otherwise she would’ve known not to tell it. I am a Wayne after all.” Alya’s face slacked as she comprehended the words. At the same time Jon’s phone went off, he silently picked it up still stunned from the fact he just witnessed Damian fucking Wayne act like that.
“Jonathan Kent where in the world are you!” Jon winced as his very angry mother shouted from the other end of the line.  Alya went even more slack jawed as she realized that it was her idol Lois Lane.
“Hi mom, I’m in Paris. Damian needed my help with something so I came over.” Jon said innocently.
“Oh went right over. Just popped across the pond like it was nothing, I hope you can do the same thing and get back here or otherwise no tech for a month. After all Jon you can’t just ditch the house like that! Not even for a Wayne. Conner and Clark do it enough to give two lifetimes worth of heart attacks.”
“Alya it may be a good time to go.” Marinette quietly told her ex friend.
“I have so many questions. But before I go I need to tell you that I am so sorry about everything, about believing Lila and hurting you, and I have been such a terrible person. It’s taken me until now to realize how wrong I’ve been” Alya looked at Marinette, both girls tearing up a little bit. Marinette was just happy Alya was out of Lila’s mind control.  
“We can talk more about it later, I don’t know if I can fully forgive you right now, but I know I can at least a little bit.” the two hugged and Alya left, mumbling to herself about what she just witnessed.
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Damian could still hear Lois’ shouts an hour after she was done. Once she was done chewing Jon out she called him to tear him to shreds about not letting her or Clark know about Jon staying in Paris for the night. Lets just say he was still recovering from those burns. A short knock on his window let him know Marinette was outside.
“Windows open!” he called from the living room. He heard it creak open and soft footprints soon after.
“Spots off.” she said entering the living room. In a flash of light the Ladybug costume was replaced with a pair of jeans and a white top. “Have I said you’re the best because you are. I don’t think Lila will be trying anything new for a while.”
“Good. I was getting rather annoyed at her.” He was gonna add a specific reason then realized, He didn’t need to. “On the topic of secrets there's something I need to talk to you about.”
“You’re Robin.”
“I’m sorry come again.”
“You are Robin.”
“And how did you find that out?”
“I looked through any pictures I could, I recognized the hairstyle. Plus most people described him as having the exact same personality as you. Then there's the fact he hasn’t been seen in almost two months. Which coincidence is exactly how long you’ve been here for.”
“I… I think you could rival Drake for deductive reasoning.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Unlike my other comments about Drake it actually is. Now that was part of what I wanted to talk to you about. The other part was,” he took a moment gathering up the nerve to ask, “can we start training together? I’ve seen you’re fighting technique and it’s frankly amazing. Something the league of assassins never taught me. I’d be very honored to learn it.”
“I mean if you want too sure. When do you want to start?” Marinette looked almost excited.
“How bout now? I can race you to the Wayne enterprises building, we have a secret training room there.”
“That’s a deal.”
Once Damian had on his training suit and a mask, the Robin suit was back in Gotham at Bruce's orders,  and Marinette her Ladybug costume they set out across town. Damian only almost hit two bird nests which was actually an improvement, especially after months off duty.
“Aha beat you.” the red and black heroine cheered.
“You sure? The view from up here has been amazing” The boys black training suit blended in nicely with the night.
“How the hell did you get here before me and get up there?”
“Beat me in training and I’ll tell you. Now come on, want to see the training room?”
“Ten minutes. Got it.” Damian saw Marinette smirk from beneath her mask.
“Just come on.” he said blushing, Marinette gave a quick laugh. Damian was finally seeing the two as the same person, honestly it kinda struck him as strange not many others could. It was rather obvious.
He led the way down the twisty hallways of Wayne enterprises, avoiding the more active areas so no one would see him and Ladybug sneaking around. That might get a few too many looks for his comfort. Finally they got out of the fluorescent light and cramped walls of the hallways to the keypad and door that would lead to the training room.
Please give me your password sir, madame, or neuter. Alfred's voice rang from the keypad.
“Bloodson.”
“Bloodson? Really you chose that?”
“I was ten, like you never gave embarrassing nicknames at that age. Now would you like to go in first?”
“I think you might want to talk to him about going first.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just look.”
Damian turned around to see black sweatpants with a red t-shirt. Attached were pale limbs one carrying a water bottle the other a phone. Damian looked up to match eyes with Tim Drake, one of his least favorite siblings to deal with.
“Hey ice prince. Want to explain why you’re in training gear, which should be back at the cave. Or how about why you’re with someone clad in spandex, I thought that was just a super thing.” Tim surprisingly had finally gotten more than an hour of sleep which meant his deductive skills were actually sharper than normal. Not good for Damian.
“How bout I take option three: leaving and we never speak of this.”
“Yeah not an option, start talking. Now.”
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flooffybits · 4 years
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The Time She Professed Her Love
Idol: Park Chaeyoung (Blackpink)
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Author’s note: here we go. Don’t forget to tell me what you all think, that would really help
Being an idol, Chaeyoung knew that there were things she couldn’t say out loud. Her privacy was the most she’s valued ever since she debuted in Blackpink. As a trainee, she had to keep a lot of things to herself, remembering that the people around her were no longer her friends, but strangers.
Thankfully, though, she was able to befriend some of the other trainees, and when she was introduced to Jennie, she was more than relieved to find out that she wasn’t the only foreigner there. And when Lisa came along, they welcomed her with open arms and taught her better with speaking the language when they found out that she was struggling with it.
Finding out that they would debut was another story. YG had promised that nine girls would be debuting under the name of Pink Punk, but was eventually pushed back for a few more years, forcing most of the girls to give up due to personal matters, or simply because they had lost hope with waiting.
When she, Jennie, Lisa, and Jisoo were told that they would be debuting, they weren’t sure if it was another empty promise until their pictures and videos were finally being posted online and their names spread like wildfire.
Chaeyoung couldn’t believe that it was actually happening that she had to take a minute to absorb everything. Lisa was full of energy when they began to practice their debut song, Jennie was focused, determined to make this debut as successful as possible, while Jisoo did the same and looked after the three at the same time.
And while Chaeyoung was very open to her members, she often opened herself to you much more than anyone she's ever met.
You've been her friend and supporter ever since her father decided to let her audition for YG. And when you were able, you planned on flying out to see her, and maybe even move to South Korea when you're finally out of college, just so you could see your friend again.
After their debut stage, Chaeyoung was already on the phone, tears in her eyes as your face popped up with a large grin plastered on it. Pride was swelling in your chest when you showered her with praises. You were unbelievably happy for her and you made sure to show her that she did extremely well that it made her cry even more because you aren't there for her to hug.
“Hey, you did great. Stop crying!” You had teased, not wanting to reveal the fact that you were about to cry as well, just by looking at her and she covered her mouth with her hand, a whine passing her lips as she tried to stop her tears. “I can’t help it. I’ve been thinking about this moment for years, but now that it’s happening, you aren’t here.” She reasoned and you felt a pang in your chest.
A stubborn tear managed to slip from your eyes but you quickly wiped it away while showing her a soft smile. “I’m sorry, Chae. I wish I could be there, right now. I swear, but things are a little tight.” You explained and she shook her head, not wanting to make you feel guilty for your absence. “No, it’s okay. I understand.” She wiped her tears away with her sleeves and she just looked adorable, overall.
“Rosie! Come on, we gotta go!” One of her members called out and she looked at you, an apology already at the tip of her tongue, but you shake your head. “Go have fun. It’ll be okay.”
After a few more minutes, she finally allows herself to say goodbye and hang up despite not wanting to, but she ended it with a smile, feeling much lighter after that talk.
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It was Blackpink’s first variety show on Weekly Idol, and Chaeyoung was slowly adjusting to the life of an idol, people calling her name wherever she went and having guards flocking around her just so no one could potentially hurt her or any of the girls.
The rules were strict, but she understood why they were placed for them. But since she had only just began her journey, going home wasn’t exactly an option at the moment.
“Rosé, you played the guitar, right?” The mc asked her and she nodded her head. “I used to play it a lot, back home and I would just jam out with my best friend.” She admitted and the girls nodded, knowing the stories the girl has told them.
The man smiled before he gestured for a guitar from the staff. “How about you play something for us and just go down memory lane?” The other mc suggested as she took the instrument and smiled, letting her fingers run over the smooth surface before she placed her fingers against the strings of the guitar.
She had thought back on the times you spent in each other’s houses and she would play a random song before you’re jumping in to start singing with her. Though you were usually shy to do so, with her, you weren’t as scared and she always felt so flattered that you would let her see a different side of you every time.
So, with you in mind, she started singing the first song that popped into her head, which was Not for Long.
Her feelings have always been there, but with everything that happened in her life, she had to keep those feelings under lock and key. And even if she were to tell you, she was an idol now and dating another girl was something she couldn’t do unless she wanted her career to plummet before it even starts. Add that she was also under a dating ban just so she could focus on her group.
She remembers the times you came to her after the disappointment of a boyfriend you had and eventually broke up with him. She would console you, telling you that you could always find someone better, and thinking to herself that she could be better.
Chaeyoung was hopelessly in love and it was so hard for her that she couldn’t just come out and tell you. She’s compared herself to the people you’ve been with, and she knows that she’s better; more romantic and more deserving.
Because no one could take care of you and your heart like she could.
But she’s determined, that one day she would get you, or at least try. Because if you didn’t like her the way she did, then she would be okay. At least she was finally honest with you.
When the song ends, she flashes a sweet smile, hoping that maybe you could see her as she sings the song for you, silently telling everyone the secret in her heart without directly telling them, but Jennie smiles at her, knowing full well what she did, and smiled.
Wrapping up the show, the girls bid the hosts and staffs goodbye and then head back to the dorm.
“That was really nice, Rosie.” Jennie tells her and the younger girl blushed as she covered her face. “I hope she likes it.” She murmured, and the rapper patted her arm while sporting her usual gummy smile. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”
And Chaeyoung wishes that somewhere out there, wherever you are, that her heart has reached you, even when you were miles and miles apart.
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orangenfrottee · 3 years
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Hey ho there, feel free to ignore this and I hope I'm not bugging you as I awkwardly slide in here, but I must ask: if you had full creative control of the show, how would you run season 5? You can pick and choose whatever leaks you want to include.
Ah!!! Thank you for your ask <3 I might have spent a couple nights typing out my answer, but in short: I'd cherry pick old story arcs, bring back everyone I like and who doesn't run when they hear Riverdale's calling.
I'd definitely get some decent writers (I'm partial to Jane Espenson, but no idea if she'd be a good fit) and definitely some diversity. I might accidentally fire all men and then play up all their shitty recurring themes for fun as a weird inside joke between me and the show.
I think if they ever gave me creative control of the show it would swerf hard to the crazy and not leave that lane because honestly, i think that's what Riverdale does best.
So, where would I start...
Instead of giving season four a decent ending, I would start with an extra long pilot with the title 'previously on' where the best and most important bits of the teens' school lives is shown with a heavy focus on Jason and the Farm. Parallely, we get to see the lovestory of Chic and Charles. The episode ends with a few very short scenes of the prom where everyone's happy and pretty.
Then we'd start on the real season five. It's been seven years and our characters are older and more grown up.
The show would at first only present the present lifesbof our characters and the barest bones structure to keep as much a little mysterious as possible (but here I tell you what happened during timeskip, too).
Archie is often considered the main character, so let's start with him:
Archie went to the Army after school (though he didn't actually pass his exams and thus didn't graduate, Mr Honey was quite amused). On his most recent tour he met someone special: Eric, his new friend.
Archie was wounded in battle with a... giant mutated elephant with sharp teeth and hallucinogenic venom. Or something. He isn't really sure what happened, but he's got a huge new scar all over his torso. The abs stayed in tact, but oh his pride. During recovery he met new wheelchair user (and on occasion crutches) Eric who has trouble walking since his legs are misshapen/he only has one. Archie thinks Eric got maimed by the same elephant he was, but thinks it rude to ask.
For Eric I'm picturing Sabrina's Ambrose.
With his hurt pride, Archie can't stay with the military and decides to go back to Riverdale.
Eric doesn't have a place to go, so Archie invites him along.
They need a job and since Eric has a calendar full of sexy half naked firefighters AND since they both have abs, Archie decides that type of uniform is the perfect fit for them and trades his newly renovated and well running boxing gym against the old fire station Penelope Blossom owns. (Literally, they even meet at Pop's to exchange keys and sign papers Penelope brought that Archie doesn't even skim.)
The fire station is quite out of everything, but it has a huge pool Eric likes to swim in and a fire truck. To make ends meet Archie sells his sperm to the Greendale sperm bank.
Archie is of course in love with Eric but unfamiliar with the concept of bisexuality and struggles to identify his attraction for what it is. Eric is a foreigner to Riverdale (or is he?) and unfamiliar with the town's culture and quirks. Still, something going on in Sweetwater River seems to be related to him.
Archie and Eric share the Andrews' House - and in the house next door... live Gladys Jones and Polly Cooper!
After Jughead and Betty left for College Alice' horrid mom impulses settled on Jellybean who didn't stand back, grind her teeth and took it but instead broke Alice' teeth. Her and FP were not amused (though FP was also angry at Alice for being too strict). Alice moves out but stays as a journalist in town.
FP gets in trouble for being a brutal gang leader without a gang beating up criminals behind the boxing gym on tape. Not wanting to go to an illegal fighting club prison, he hides with Canadian Serpents behind the border. (Joaquin's identical twin brother and Ricky live there, too. They're happy there.)
Maybe he'd call once or twice with misleading wrong snake facts that have nothing to do with the current mystery of the episode but fit into perfectly by chance.
Jellybean was invited along, but she chose to stay because she thinks Riverdale is rad and the old Cooper House is luxurious as hell. Also, her mom came back to become the new Sheriff!
Nearly seven years in, Gladys still holds the position because no one legally qualified wants it and she manages to keep gang violence at an all time low for Riverdale. Plus, she and Mary Andrews are not exactly friends but able to work well together. When there's another serial killer running wild in town she has no problem with having another girlfriend of Mary who happens to be a skilled professional in the most relevant field take over for a bit. If needed, the Riverdale gangs are usually willing to add muscle to good causes, too.
Jellybean has left Riverdale for university and will only be present for holidays and breaks. She'd still be played by Trinity because I love her and honestly, real nineteen year olds look like fourteen year olds everywhere in the world. Also this gives the viewers 'Archie vision': he will always see his best friend's toddling baby sister in the young woman which makes her the only undatable (legal) female on this planet for him.
While attending Riverdale High she lead the Andrews Boxing Gym and made it the most successful gym in the area. It won't be a plot point in the show (apart from her being angry at Archie for just trading it against trash) but there will be framed newspaper articlesband the like in Gladys' house.
Around the time everyone graduated, Polly was released from Shady Grooves and is back to her old smart self - and really missing her babies! As Choni leave for whatever private college Blossom women have always gone to, Polly takes them and goes home - just to learn on the porch that not only did her mother sell her childhood home more than a year ago without anyone ever telling her, the college fund she never had gotten legal access to and planned to use for the twins is gone too and her sister left town without saying goodbye.
Gladys has always taken care of all the stray kids she found no matter how tight the budget was and now there's this young desolate mother with twin toddlers in front of her posh murder house she'd gotten for cheap and she has this new gig as sheriff. Of course, she takes them in.
They stay in Betty's old room at first, but they soon get to remodel the attic to give Polly her own room. At present, Dagwood has Polly/Chic/JB's old room and Juniper the one facing Archie's. (When Archie sees her in the room, he actually has a flashback once to when he and Betty used to be so young, but then Juniper turns her gead, stares at him really creepily and smiles weirdly. Archie will be somewhat scared from then onwards and be reminded of when everyone thought Polly might gave killed Jason. Juniper would murder.)
At first, Polly's a full time, stay at home mom, but once the kids are older, she starts working part-time: for Gladys.
It turns out they work amazing together. Gladys tends to jump to convenient conclusions and threatens violence way to freely. Also, she is intimidating as fuck.
Polly is everything she isn't: level headed (to a point, in comparison at least), brilliant at combining clues and steering people (remember how she infiltrated Thornhill and made Cheryl unknowingly assist in her snooping plans?). On top of that, she has these stepford smiles and all the ways to appear unthreatening drillend into her head. Honestly, she and Betty are quite alike. While Betty has the lockpicking skills and knows her way around cars, Polly used to be really into fashion (or something) and, with all her experiences at the Sisters, the Farm and Shady Groves, Polly knows psychology.
She started solving some of Gladys' cases at the breakfast table, but now she's officially a deputy or an advisor or something. They're essentially like FP and Jughead, just that Polly is an adult (and that she wouldn't be in a gang beating suspects up regularly).
(These characters would all be mostly in the background though.)
Veronica finally gained perspective on her relationship to her father and grew up. Hiram's cut out of her life for good. They won't ever interact. (In fact, Hiram either moved to New York or he had a minor traffic accident where he lost all of his memory for good and now lives as Ram Rod and works as a trainer at Penelope's newly acquired boxing gym. Everyone is confused about it but doesn't care to ask.)
Veronica is successful at whatever she's doing and doesn't plan on ever moving back to Riverdale, but maybe something is up at Pop's that requires her checking up on in person and she just happens to cross paths with Betty who is also just there for the weekend. And they haven't had quality time together for years, because it's so hard to stay in contact sometimes even with people you love so much you'd die to keep them safe.
If I could come up with something meaningful for them to catch up on emotionally, I'd have them sitting together in a booth at Pop's for a whole episode just talking (but I'm not that deep).
Veronica might be engaged, but we see it fall through without really getting to meet the guy. She mostly just talks to Betty about him on occasion but in a somewhat messed up way. Ultimately, she realises how she treats him in some regards like Hiram treated her and her mother. She wants to grow up further and not be like her father anymore. Since the fiance was only a trophy pawn, she breaks it off and concentrates on introspection/ maybe therapy for a bit.
Later that season her sister comes back and surprise: Hermosa embraced becoming Daddy.
(These would have to be restricted to two half episodes only, she definitely deserves story arcs that aren't about her dad.)
Careerwise: she has a couple businesses, maybe a restaurant chain or a franchise and she seems to collect startups. She reinvests a lot and has to travel quite a bit but can work remotely too.
Everyone seems to want FBI agent Betty and if I'd go that route I'd have her demask Charles as the fraude fake FBI who hires guns for hire and fake emergency teams while making up fantasy horror stories about serial killer genes to scare his biological family into killing each other that I wholeheartedly believe he is. But I also like Betty's interest in mechanics and would love for her to have a career in mechanical engineering. Maybe she switched majors at uni and now works for a company developing prosthetics. Maybe she tries to get Eric into joining a study. (I mean, prosthetic legs would help his work as a fire fighter...).
She's in town to visit Polly and the twins but after talking to Veronica she spontaneously stays in town. She can do her work remotely, really. The two of them move into a two bedroom 'shared bnb' (or whatever it was called in season two) and we finally get to see their friendship on screen.
Betty isn't in a relationship at the moment abd she's so into her work, she isn't looking for one either.
Jughead had broken up with Betty seven years ago and never really had a well working relationship after. He's grown obsessed with finding a way to recreate what he had with Betty.
Not in a totally creepy psycho way, he's simply not understanding that he might be sex positive and he had been in love with Betty, but he is ace and quite aro, too. It doesn't help, that he finds people sexually attractive on their online profiles just to be repulsed by the tought of even kissing them goodbye in person.
(I don't think tv is generally a fitting medium for this, but I guess he can narrate for himself and make it work.)
I guess he has to be an author. Obsessed as he is about finding love again (he wouldn't call it like that) he figures it had either been the location or the constant fear for his life. He chooses to return to Riverdale. He probably instantly moves with everything he owns to Riverdale (not that it's much beside a modern laptop, the typewriter and his camera).
Archie gives the great advice how Jughead is obviously still innlove with Betty, duh.
He of course runs into Betty some day, they end up investigating some random murder together and find themselves in familiar positions and kiss - but it just isn't there anymore. Jughead feels nothing and Betty isn't really into it either.
Veronica later points him in the direction of maybe not being allo (because she used to question herself as aro).
Funfact: Jughead would have failed graduation with Archie if Mr Honey didn't forge some records that weren't actually submitted from Stonewall (they claim all records were deleted during a power outage). Jughead knows and is deeply shamed.
Thornhill has been renovated! Toni is pregnant! Choni will be raising their kids (surprise, it's going to be twins!) in Cheryl's ancestral home. Choni are married and happy.
Toni has reopened the White Worm with Fangs somewhere at the Southside and yes, let's make her the official Serpent Queen. Let her work lots of social causes (remember toys for tots?), grey area rule bending for good and of course she works well with Gladys. I've seen talk about her being a social worker floating around and honestly, I think that works amazing. She's working the local cases (and a few unofficial ones) and I think she and Cheryl are registered foster parents. On occasion (like once) they'd be shown taking care of a random kid.
Cheryl used her College time to study two things: business and Riverdale town history. Remember how in season two she took so much pride in her ancestors because she believed them to be good people? She might be disillusioned but she is the Blossom heiress and her and Toni's as well as Jason's kids will one day inherit a better family legacy. She'll invest in Southside rebuilding projects, advocate for new town memorials, maybe rebrand some of the Blossom product lines. Something like that
She won't run for mayor yet, but she's definitely invested in (local) politics.
Of course the pregnancy was with artificial insemination, the donor was either an unsuspecting red head from the Greendale Sperm Bank or they use some of Jason's that has surly been saved to guarantee the Blossom line when everywhere was scary talk about sperm counts going down due to mobile phones.
In addition: the maple factories need worker bees! Cheryl has a few programs with Toni to get Serpents/random Riverdalians newly released from prison or just with bad luck into a steady job and a cushy appartement overlooking the ex prison on the Southside. Pop's is also participating. Ethel works as a landlady for said appartement complex.
Also, why not add a second Blossom-Topaz lovestory to underline this incest-adjacent show and bring back Toni's grandpa and set him up with Nana Blossom. XD
Then during this season's arc, the Blossom uncle's corpse will be found in the river and the mistery is whether the FBI will figure out who the corpse us and what happened or not.
I love Reggie. Since Varchie is unlikely thanks to Eric, him and Veronica rekindling their relationship would definitely be a possibility I'm into, but he also seems to have an interesting connection with Kevin and Fangs that could be built on.
He would definitely have a car he'd love very much and I think it would still be Bella.
I'm not sure about his career, but it wouldn't include his father's car dealership. Maybe he'd be a successful movie star just in town between movie shootings.
Kevin was doing something with musicals on Katy Keene, I think? Writing or directing? He was trying to nake it big, but some plans fell through. Now he's back in Riverdale. Luckily, they are just about to open Riverdale's first theater in the relatively newly built but forever closed prison. Next to the Southside Theater the complex holds a mall and the White Worm.
Fangs works full time as the manager of the WW that he co-owns with Toni. He meets Kevin again once he's back in town.
Sweet-Pea somehow ended up as a junior doctor at the Riverdale hospital. He spends all of his scarce free time at the WW.
Some of the background Pretty Poisons officially work for the police now. Different than Gladys, they are actually ccccc for the positions they hold.
Peaches works as a manager for one of Cheryl's companies. She's happily married and has a kid (or something).
How long in prison do you get in the US for standing in as the head figure of a crazy pen and paper cult that has literal murders committed in his name? As a blond white dude probably just parole? So honestly, once they actually bring his case to court (and they have nothing against him because anyone could have been under the mask at any one time and people know of different gargoyle kings) he's released of all charges. No one in Riverdale actually knows though since his case took forever, Bughead had already left Riverdale and Alice didn't step up to follow the case. No one wrote about it, so no one knows. They just assume that of course the guy will be locked away forever, he's guilty.
In reality, he and Charles have bought a house somewhere in a different street of Riverdale where they aren't quite known and have adopted a couple kids.
Charles meets Alice regularly for lunch and she thinks he's this workaholic FBI agent only living for solving crime. They play a long con game I don't know the goal of.
(They have been behind the tapes even if that storyline gets totally ignored. They pretend FP being in exile is their doing, but the tape responsible was just a random security camera in the area.)
Josie's plans in New York sadly fell through (I haven't seen any Katy Keene but I want her back)
Lot's of bonding scenes with her brother Kevin who's also back in town. The two share a flat and on occasion burst into song together. Since I've already invented the Southside Theater, maybe she'd find a job there, too.
Val and Melody stayed in Riverdale aftee highschool and made careers in town for themselves. Maybe Melody at city hall and Val as a marketing specialist at the farm, Riverdale's most outstanding new grocery mart. Half of all Riverdalians don't get the controversy of the name, the others either think it's brilliant or tasteless. (Kevin for example has repressed the nemories so gard, he doesn't get it. Josie is very protective and angry at Val for working there.) The store belongs to the eccentric redhaired Eva Everafter or whatever pseudonym Evelyn can come up with to thinly hide her identity behind.
Somewhere in it I'd throw in a few lines vaguely referencing older happenings like "I still can't drink tap water" and the very first time Veronica sees Archie again after seven years she identifies him through his ab muscles.
So in short: Archie would be very dumb, everyone else is just there.
Also: Pop's would serve 50% vegan burgers and milkshakes so I could dig in with gusto.
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Okay here's the first look at my new Harry Potter series. I'm trying to make it better than the last time.
Privet Drive was a very upscale neighborhood. Or rather, that’s how the homeowners association wanted it to be seen. They had houses of upper-middle-class proper British families. Copy and pasted houses with copy and pasted lawns, and even more copy and pasted families.
Fathers in these houses on Privet Drive often worked traditional 9-to-5 jobs. In the other cases, they worked respectable jobs. Even the retired men yet to move contributed to the community. You know, at the insistence of that community.
The mothers in each house were homebodies. They tended to their gardens. They managed their children into proper British citizens. There was the occasional wild mother that enjoyed a man’s work or disliked gardening. Or the odd father that enjoyed staying home with the children, taking a proper woman’s role in the house.
The community on Privet Drive talked about those houses. A lot. The gossip piled up alongside the letters in their mailboxes about keeping a brighter garden, or in more proper child management. All those lesser families moved out before long. Often they moved to a nearby neighborhood called DimKeep Lane.
DimKeep Lane had very little in terms of real respectable British families. As it was mostly housed by rejected Privet Drive residents, they were not copied and pasted folks. Many parents worked well enough jobs, some even very respectable even by Privet Drive. But the mother did the job, automatically making them questionable. Gardens were not a requirement, children even less so.
48 DimKeep Lane held a very unique family called the Lafayette’s. They had no garden. The family was...
That mother was...
The father Mr Lafayette was...
Oh, but who could forget those twin girls? Twins daughters that were just barely old enough for school. A pair of black-haired babbling girls who were just the cutest! Also most mysterious. At any time, the Lafayette girls were found running and playing outside.
The younger sister, Darcy, was the more bold twin. Always with dirt scrapes on her knees or elbows. Lucky for their mother that Darcy hated wearing dresses, or she would always be washing out the grass stains. Darcy often wore basic shirts and jean shorts with tiny trainers in only the brightest shades. The girl played rough with the boys, unafraid of getting hurt or of hurting others.
That’s where her elder sister came into play. Morgan Lafayette usually played with or around her sister. Morgan looked very similar- their only true outer difference being eye color and hairstyles. Morgan’s amber eyes versus Darcy’s deep indigo, Morgan’s twisted black curls and waves versus Darcy’s iron straightness. Morgan tended to dress in shirts and shorts too, occasionally deciding to wear a darker scheme.
Parents went to that child, telling her about Darcy’s antics, or about fun local parties for the family to bring food. Some parents questioned why they weren’t looking for Mr or Mrs. Lafayette before immediately forgetting that question. How confounding! Morgan pulled Darcy back from all fights, worked out peace, then threw Darcy back. Many parents were impressed at the maturity!
Morgan still got into fights. They were few and far between. Usually involved with children taller than Morgan being- to put it bluntly- assholes. Ah, to be a child again! The parents of DimKeep Lane laughed.
The girls were finally attending school. Specifically St. Grogory’s Primary School for Year 1.
The teachers were happy to accept them. Rather, they barely noticed two more children but they were happy to meet the Lafayette Twins.
Morgan and Darcy went to their first day of school with little fanfare. To be clear, fanfare happened, just not to them. Other children cried and screamed, their parents cried too. None of them wished to part ways with their parents. Some kids cried because school sounded boring.
Dudley Dursley, for example. A fat whale of a child even at age 5. He screamed and yelled about the stupid school. They wouldn’t let him watch the telly or eat candy. Petunia Dursley tried to keep his spirits up with promises of toys and his friends being there, but nothing calmed her little Diddykins down.
Her second child stayed silent just behind her. If you ever called this child her’s, Petunia’s face would shrivel like she’d eaten a bad lemon. This child was not hers nor ever would be. Little better than a freak, her nephew knew his place waiting silently behind proper respectable people.
Said boy was currently 1/10 his cousin’s size, and that’s being generous to his cousin. Clothes hung off his skin, ones that clearly had never been worn by Dudley but belonged in a rubbish bin. The glasses on his head- round and black- were already being held together by tape. His black hair was wilder than the sobbing Dudley, barely covering a giant lightning bolt-shaped scar on his head.
Harry watched the other children, curious. His aunt and uncle told him his parents died, too drunk and worthless to care for him. As he saw other children crying and their parents hugging them, Harry wondered if his parents might have done the same.
Naturally, with so little to do, Harry looked over at the collection of toys out for a distraction. He saw the two children already parted from their parents. Only a pair of twins. One playing happily with big thick building blocks, one reading a book from the shelf.
He walked over to them. Morgan glanced at him from over her book. Darcy kept playing with her blocks. Harry sat beside Morgan, peeking at her book.
“It’s about a place that has raining food.” Morgan explained. Harry tilted his head. “My book. It’s about that.”
“How?” Harry asked.
Morgan hummed, thoughtful.
“Magic.” Darcy pushed another block in place, making something like a castle.
“Or maybe science.” Morgan replied.
“Definitely magic.” Darcy argued. “I wanna have magic food!”
“No way.” Morgan dismissed. “Magic can’t make something out of nothing.”
“Then it uses water! I don’t know.” Darcy huffed. She grabbed another block.
“What do you think?” Morgan asked the new playmate.
Harry stared.
Morgan stared back. Darcy snickered. “About my book.”
“You-” Harry shifted on his spot. “You’re askin’ me?”
“Yeah. What do you think?” Morgan asked again.
Nobody ever asked Harry a question before. Usually, Harry asked the questions. The Dursley’s always yelled at him to shut up. Aunt Petunia loved to tell him to not ask questions. Nobody wanted Harry to talk more. Harry loved the feeling.
“...magic.” Harry answered. He pointed at the odd rain. “That’s spaghetti.”
“It is.” Morgan nodded. “I like spaghetti. Do you?”
“I like bowtie noodles.” Darcy cheered.
Harry shifted again.
“It’s okay to not like spaghetti. I don’t like meatballs.” Morgan assured Harry. “Darcy hates the curly kind.”
“The curly colorful kind!” Darcy corrected. “It’s different colors but not flavors! That’s stupid.”
“I like spaghetti.” Harry pointed at the picture. “Yummy.”
Morgan and Darcy smiled.
The other children stopped crying as they talked. Parents successfully distracted them with the promise of toys or friendship, or even getting one of the teachers to help distract the kindergartener. One child held out, screaming about useless school and wanting to go home.
Petunia bribed him with more sweets- something the teachers discouraged. Still, the candy got Dudley to focus on something else. He enjoyed the treat as Petunia ran off, crying herself. Oh to leave behind her precious baby!
The candy soon vanished. Dudley looked around the play area for something. He saw his best friend. He also saw his favorite person to antagonize and a bunch of toys that would suit his idea.
Morgan turned a page in her book.
“You can read?” Harry asked.
Morgan nodded. Darcy snickered again.
“Morgan reads all the time.” Darcy explained. She moved her block castle to the side, letting her add extensions. “Like a nerd.”
“What’s a nerd?” Harry asked. “Is it like a freak?” He hadn’t understood the word at all. He just knew the tone Darcy used- a disgust like when the Dursleys called him a freak.
Morgan tensed. “I’m not a freak. Reading doesn’t make me a freak, it just makes me smart. Darcy’s mad I don’t wanna play.”
“It’s why we’re here.” Darcy replied.
Morgan glared at her sister. Darcy went back to the blocks.
“No freak?” Harry asked again.
Morgan shook her head. “Do you like to read?”
Harry shrugged. “Don’t know how.”
“That’s okay.” Morgan started using her finger to follow the words. “The pictures work fine.”
Harry, for one of the first times since coming to Privet Drive, smiled.
Dudley stormed up. Piers Polkiss at his side, sneering at the two ungirly girls and the pathetic orphan boy.
“Do you mind?” Darcy asked. “We’re busy here.”
Dudley kicked the blocks down. Harry watched, frowning at another toy lost to his cousin. Morgan and Darcy stood up, glaring at the fat boy.
“Stupid!” Dudley yelled. “That’s a boy’s toy! Not one for stupid girls!”
Darcy leaned towards her sister. Harry couldn’t hear what was asked, only seeing Morgan shake her head. Darcy rolled her eyes, glaring harder.
“Okay.” Morgan sat back down. She picked up the book, showing it to Harry. “We had spaghetti on Saturday. It had long noodles and red sauce.”
On Saturday, Harry ate old crusty bread that Dudley threw away. Literally. Dudley had thrown it against the wall. Harry ate it, then cleaned up the smudge on the wall.
Darcy sat down, leaning against her sister.
Dudley got annoyed that the other children ignored him. “Hey! Gimme blocks!” He yanked a block up, throwing it at Darcy’s head.
Morgan caught it. She stared at the fat boy and his friend. Somehow, Dudley saw something that Harry did not. Something that made Dudley want to get as far away from Morgan as possible. A latent survival instinct, if you want.
Instead, Dudley grabbed another block to throw at Morgan’s head.
See, as a child, Dudley expected that Morgan would be unable to catch it. She already held another block and a book. Her arms were full. She surely could not take another item.
Morgan dropped the first block. She caught the second. All before anything touched her face.
Darcy snickered, still on Morgan’s shoulder.
Harry watched, awestruck.
Dudley went for a third block. Piers grabbed two, ready to throw at all the black-haired kids. They threw with a force that all children considered lethal.
Morgan raised the book, using its hardcover as a shield for herself and Harry. Darcy ducked behind her sister, two blocks in her hands.
Harry could hear Darcy whispering now.
“Can I do it now?” Darcy hissed.
“No.” Morgan replied another wave of blocks hit the book. “But save it for later.”
Darcy saluted.
Dudley reached over. He snatched the book out of Morgan’s hands. The book pages tore under Dudley’s grip. Dudley threw the book on the ground. For good measure, he stomped on it.
The twins stared. Harry frowned.
Darcy reached forward. She held Morgan’s shoulder, holding the girl back.
Dudley threw another block.
Harry moved, blocking the twins’ body with his own. The block hit him. Harry was horrifically used to it.
By then, the teachers finally noticed the two boys throwing blocks at defenseless children. They rushed to the aid of the smaller ones. Lucky for them, classes need to start anyway.
But that little brave act...To them, it was enough. It may not be clobbering a troll…actually yeah it kinda was- point is, it made a strong friendship between the three children.
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Feels Like This (Part 1)
Emma Swan is a once lost girl who is now making good. She has made a way in the world for her and her young son, Henry, and after years of hard work, Emma is in her last stretch of schooling for the career she’s always wanted. Unexpectedly, she finds herself in a tiny nation no one’s ever heard of for her last year of study. She knows nothing about the place except that it’s beautiful, has a world-renowned child life program, and is filled with possibility. Meanwhile, Prince Killian is hardly happy with the title he received at birth. As the second in line for the crown, Killian has long tried shaking his royal duties. He built a career in the royal navy, and has stayed out of the limelight, but his ship has been called to port indefinitely at the request of his brother, the King. Fate (in her many forms) brings Emma and Killian together and the resulting fic is a cute, fluffy, trope filled romp featuring heart felt moments, a healthy dose of insta-love and an assured happily ever after. Story rated M and will have 12 parts. Available on FF Here and AO3 Here.
A/N: Hey everyone! So months back I hinted that I was working on a few new AUs. I have been wanting to write this fic since the moment it popped into my head, but I held back, knowing I had two other great stories that deserved their happy ending and a proper send off. Now though both of my other fics are done, we are on to one of our first new fics. To all of you that have begged for another CS AU where someone is a prince or princess… this is for you, and for me. I can’t tell you how excited I am to be writing this. I have missed this kind of world since I finished When Love Reigns, and this time the script is flipped – it’s Killian who is royalty. This first chapter though, is building a bit of our back story. It’s from Emma’s POV and it puts us on the path to change. So without any more delay, I hope you guys enjoy the story and thanks so much for reading!
“Goooood Morning, New York! It’s that time again – WAKE UP CALL!”
The sound of sirens and clanging that blasted through the clock radio next to her bed echoed through the once silent room, slamming into Emma with a force that gave her no choice but to wake.
“Crap!” Emma screeched as she jolted from the bed, woken from an incredibly sound sleep. On instinct her body moved quickly, trying to jump from bed like she would when Henry was little and called to her in the night, but she wasn’t totally coordinated yet. Instead of landing on her feet, she tumbled, hitting the ground hard and letting out a groan. “Double crap!”
A knock sounded at the door and two seconds later her son’s voice filtered through. “Mom, did you fall out of bed again?”
“No comment,” Emma replied, checking herself for major injuries. Thankfully she would be fine, but this was not a good look.
It’s temporary, she said to herself as she stood up and stretched, willing her limbs to let go of the tension and the achiness that a fall like that would cause. The semester is nearly over. I’ve only got one summer class. One not three. One not three.
She chanted the mantra that had gotten her through this spring over and over in her mind as she went through her morning routine. It was a rushed, frantic situation, as it normally was on weekdays, but somehow, just like always, things came together in the end. She was showered and ready, dressed for her admin job in the financial district. Henry was also totally geared up for school, proving once again how self-sufficient he was.  Having a son with as much maturity as Henry was a blessing on mornings like this one where she was dead on her feet from studying all night and still had to be up bright and early for the office. He was eight going on thirty-eight. Honestly most days it felt like Henry had it more together than she did, but as she walked into the kitchen to press a kiss on the crown of his head and he smiled genuinely at her, Emma couldn’t seem to care. She might not be perfect at being a Mom, but her kid was happy and well, and that was all that truly mattered.
“Someone seems chipper this morning. Did you sneak those powdered donuts I hid or something?” Emma asked as she made herself and Henry some sliced fruit. Henry, meanwhile, measured out their cereal, liking to be a part of their prep process as much as he could. He handled things with the ginger care and attention of someone trying their best, focused on the task with so much purpose and precision.
“No, I didn’t, honestly Mom, I promise.”
Emma stifled a laugh at how adamant he was. She knew the truth: her son was too good for stealing, even just a few treats. It was amazing how much of a moral compass he had. Sometimes she wondered if it was too much for a boy his age. He should be getting into a little trouble, causing mischief, doing… something, anything that wasn’t picture perfect. But Henry wasn’t like that. He preferred stories to anything else, and the look on his face told Emma that a story was exactly what had him so animated this morning.
“Well if it’s not a sugar high then it must be a good book. What’s on tap for today?”
Listening to her little boy talk about his newfound tale made Emma so happy, because his own enthusiasm was infectious. Reading had always come easy to Henry, and he was on pace for the level of a sixth grader though he was only in 3rd. It was amazing to behold, but also a little overwhelming. Emma herself had never had that yearning to read, probably because the only books in the group homes she grew up in were ripped up and torn to shreds. By the time she was old enough to go to school and use the libraries they had, Emma was jaded. Thankfully she’d been quick to learn and always got by, but by high school she’d skipped town, never to look back.
A few years later she was barely surviving day to day and her heart decided it would be a good time to give the whole love thing a chance. She met a man who claimed he loved her, but, in the end he was nothing but a tough lesson made flesh. Neal taught Emma that it wasn’t enough to love someone. You had to love someone good, someone kind, and someone who loved you enough to care for you and fight for you too. Instead of meeting that marker, Neal stole a bunch of shit, tried to let her take the fall, and, to add insult to injury, skipped town and never looked back. Nothing ended up coming from the charges made against her – the judge threw the case out when he heard about her background, only asking that she commit to a hundred hours of volunteering, and in the meantime the only good thing Neal ever gave her was her son. But, despite her rocky beginnings, and thanks to a little luck and more than a couple of miracles, here they were. Nearly ten years had gone by since she’d seen Neal and Emma and Henry were good. They had each other, now and always, and though their family was small, and at times Emma wondered what it would be like to fall in love again, she didn’t want to rock the boat or jeopardize all the good she and Henry were lucky enough to have.
“Mom, did you hear me?” Henry asked and Emma’s mind shifted back into her room instead of where it had been, skipping down memory lane.
“Sorry, kid. Coffee hasn’t hit yet,” she said with a shrug. “What did you say?”
“I said I’m almost done with my final project for Ms. Harlow’s class.”
“Almost done? But you’ve still got another month of school.”
“I know, but it’s just reading and writing. My favorites.”
Emma listened in on his update about his project, and it didn’t surprise her to hear Henry was ahead of his class. This had been happening since he entered kindergarten. Every year the teachers set objectives and every year Henry met each one, most of them pretty early. It was a great thing in one respect, because it meant Emma didn’t have to worry about him. Henry was brilliant and gifted and would clearly go far in life, but it did make Emma wonder: was she doing enough for his son? More than once she’d been told that a private school might suit him better and might challenge him more. But she simply didn’t have the money. Hell, she’d worked overtime for years just to get them in this tiny apartment in this district which was one of the nicer ones in the city.
Henry continued to tell her all about school as they left the apartment and headed out, and their whole commute in was filled with his updates about the things he’d learned and still wanted to know. Emma noted that there were very few stories involving other kids and she knew that was probably because Henry didn’t have an enormous amount of friends. Oh the other kids liked him, of course, who wouldn’t love her son who only had nice things to say and a friendly smile to offer? But he wasn’t tied to any of them closely. Instead he preferred the company of books, and of Emma and their favorite friendly neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard.
“All right Henry, so you know the plan, right? Today’s Wednesday which means…”
“School, then library club, then Mrs. H will pick me up and watch me until you get out of class. I wonder what she’ll make for dinner. I hope it’s spaghetti.”
Emma agreed, knowing that her neighbor’s spaghetti was legendary. Mrs. Hubbard had years of practice, cooking for her own family over the course of many years, but her kids were all grown now and it was just her and her husband living in the city. Her husband, though well past retirement age, loved his job down at the docks, and still went in for a few hours every evening to manage the shift change from day shift to night. Mrs. H, meanwhile, was desperate for the chance to mother people again, and she did so often with Emma and Henry. At first Emma tried to protest, but it all fell on deaf ears. Not only did this wonderful woman help care for Henry, she was always helping with the cooking and the cleaning. She was also pretty much a built-in therapist for Emma, and every time she met a challenge in her parenting she couldn’t face, Emma called Mrs. H. That woman was the closest thing she and Henry had to family, and Emma knew Mrs. H felt just as strongly for them in return.
“Whatever it is we’re going to love it and we’re going to thank Mrs. H so much for her help, right?”
“Of course,” Henry said with a nod. They’d finally arrived at his school building and now was the time to say goodbye. Last year parent drop off was in the class room, but this year they moved the kids to drop off at the door. Most kids took that as a sign to stop hugging their parents when leaving for the day, but not Henry. Instead he gave her a big hug which warmed her through and made her feel so blessed and reassured. Henry was truly the sweetest, and when he finally let go and ran into the building Emma let out a sigh, thinking to herself how damn lucky she was to have Henry as her son.
Her day from there was just about as crazy as she expected. The time she had to get from Henry’s school to work was minimal, but she managed to slip into the office just under the radar. For eight straight hours she was moving, and she barely had time to devour the sandwich she’d packed for the day while running to and from errands that the office staff needed help with. She couldn’t take lunch though, not when she had to leave early to run ten blocks to class this afternoon. Again, her ability to get there was nearly undermined, this time by a broken subway car that caused more congestion than ever on the street as people tried to walk instead. But in just the nick of time, Emma made her way through the wrought iron gates of her university, and was in her assigned chair in the Mills Center Auditorium, listening attentively to the lecture her favorite professor had lined up today.
Since having Henry, Emma had needed to work and pay bills and figure things out. At first she tried to do that with just her GED, but soon it became clear that she needed to go back to school. Thank god there had been online classes, and she’d managed to find enough scholarships for ex-foster kids to get her an associates degree. When that was done she went to the state school in the city and started taking more classes and in four more years she had her bachelors. She was so proud of herself and so glad for the bump in pay that a simple degree had earned her, but somehow school had called her back again, this time for a masters degree in childhood development and social work. It was a very focused degree, without any ties to her current financial job, but it was the work her heart wanted to do. With her MS she would qualify for a number of jobs, all aimed at helping kids in the system, and again, thanks to some hard fought for scholarships, she was managing it all at virtually no cost but time.
The two-hour seminar she sat in today was engaging and interesting, honing in on a case study of one particular city – Sacramento. Their public programming was a beacon for the American model and through partnerships of government, schools, companies, and community activists there was a significantly lower rate of teenage runaways and kids who graduated from the system with ‘bad outcomes.’ Emma noted all the policy choice that were implemented to help these kids and she applauded the effort of these experts, but she knew there were still more things that could be done. She took just as many notes on the lecture as she did her own ideas, and by the end of class, her pages were full and her mind was equipped with a few more answers and a lot more questions.
When their time was up, the rest of her cohort dispersed. They were younger than Emma and most of them were friendly with each other. They always were nice to Emma too, saying hi and asking about Henry, but Emma didn’t linger long after class. She had to get home to her son, and to get back to working on all the things she had to face tomorrow.
“Emma, would you mind coming with me to my office? I have something to give you. It’ll just take a moment.”
“Sure, Professor Hopper,” Emma agreed, not thinking much of it. ‘Doc’ Hopper was a great lecturer and a helpful teacher and there’d been many times when he gave her a book or some other sources for her work. She assumed that was what was happening today, but when he asked her to take a seat as he moved around his desk Emma started to get worried.
“I’m sorry, professor. Is something wrong?”
“Not at all, Emma. In fact, quite the opposite. The department has selected the JR Foundation Fellowship recipient this year.”
“Oh?” she asked, wondering which of the people in her class was getting the chance to travel abroad and learn from some of the best minds in childhood development and psychology. She thought maybe Ayana or Jade might be good choices. They were both bright and determined. Matthew was a wild card. But she imagined he must be up for consideration given his often out of the box ideas.
“It’s you, Emma. You’re our chosen fellow.”
“Me?”
Emma whispered out the clarifying question, not understanding what Doc Hopper was getting at. The connection to the JR Foundation Fellowship was one of the biggest selling points of this program. Students from across the world came here just to be considered for it and to say she was not lobbying for the possibility would be an understatement. Most of the time she felt she was barely scraping by. Everyone else in her program was younger than her, none of them had children, and those who had a job worked part time or entirely for the school. Emma was always on the fringes of her cohort, but all the late nights studying and reading had paid off. She learned a lot and did well when it came to grades. Still, she never imagined this would happen, and for a fleeting moment she felt pure excitement.
You can’t go, her inner voice said suddenly. You’ve got Henry to think about. How would you afford it? You could never take him out of school. You can’t move him halfway across the world just to nickel and dime things. We’ve had enough ramen to last a lifetime.
The reasons why this would never work mounted internally as Emma cleared her throat and fidgeted in her chair. She was about to turn down the most prestigious offer anyone at her level could receive and the pain of that was sharp. To know she’d earned this but that it wasn’t meant to be hurt her, but she would not allow herself to linger in the sadness. Nothing had changed from this morning – she was still a very lucky woman, with a roof over her head, food on her table, and an incredible son who filled her life more than any stop in her career ever could.
“Professor Hopper, I’m truly flattered to be chosen. But -,”
“Wait, Emma, before you turn this down, please know that the faculty is aware of your unique circumstances and we’ve made some adjustments to the fellowship terms. It’s all spelled out here,” he said, handing her a folder with papers and admission offers.
Emma opened it up, and within the bolded headlines of the first page there were all sorts of add ons. A housing grant that would cover her and Henry for more than six months, additional ‘cost of living’ scholarships, and more. Tears formed in her eyes at she looked at the stipend she would receive if she accepted this appointment. It was more than she made at city hall, and she knew already that her good standing with the city would allow for her to take this opportunity if she chose to. She could request up to a year of leave where they’d hold her job if she gave enough notice, and she had just enough time to do so. Still there was one concern – what about Henry? What about his life? Would it be right to spring something like this on him? They had only a month before the fellowship was set to start. She couldn’t do that… could she?
“I realize that you’ll need time to consider, Emma, but as you can imagine time is rather limited. I can wait a few days, but we’ll need to know by the end of the week if you accept.” Professor Hopper looked at her with a transparent sense of honesty and empathy. It was always clear why this man studied child psychology and counseling. He was quiet and patient but adamant in wanting to help. But when he looked at her like this, Emma remembered her own childhood and how little there had been by ways of help and guidance. “For what it’s worth, Emma, I really hope you’ll take the appointment. In all my years at this school, I’ve never met a student so well suited to this job. Your experience is one thing, but it’s a gift unique to you. You have a way with these kids, Emma, and a fellowship like this can help you make the most of your degree come graduation. It opens all kinds of doors and you know what that can mean.”
“Helping so many more kids,” Emma admitted aloud, and that was ultimately what she wanted more than anything. Yes, providing for her son was the most important thing, but there were so many more children out there who didn’t have nearly enough. Without family or money or hope, the world was a sad and scary place and Emma wanted to fend off some of that fear for as many kids as she could. Doctor Hopper’s point was undeniable, and people who had previously taken this fellowship had gone on to do so much, like launch successful non-profits and run whole government departments for children in need. It was a chance to learn, to grow, and to meet people who knew how to make things happen, and Emma was enticed by that, so much more than she should be.
“Take some time, Emma. Mull I over, talk to your son, and if it’s right, it’s right. You know you’ll always have my full support either way.”
Emma thanked Professor Hopper and collected her things, heading out of his office and away from school. It was a short commute back home, but riding the subway at this time of day meant being a part of the last big rush of people. She was squished into the train car, but she didn’t think much of it. Instead she read over the more than generous offer of the package the school was giving her. Usually the fellowship was generous, with the chance to go to Montenaro (a tiny European country she’d never once heard of outside of this) and a small stipend to live on with placement in student housing. For Emma, however, other arrangements had been made, including a small house that was still at least triple the size of where her and Henry lived now. The stipend was also larger (to cover the cost of any needed ‘childcare expenses’) and Doctor Hopper had written a note – he had a good friend who had a connection to a private elementary school near the University of Montenarro. There was a spot for Henry available for the fall semester, which was still a few months out, and a space for him at the University’s summer camp. Emma actually cried at how kind this offer was and how much time it must have taken and how many favors must have been called in. People had moved mountains for her and in the process they’d pulled down so many of the blockades that might keep her from saying yes.
Her heart began to believe that this might actually be possible. The timing was actually kind of perfect – her term would start in six weeks, in the middle of June and her lease on the apartment was set to end at the end of that month. She was planning to renew, but it didn’t make sense to keep the place for six months while they were away. That was money she could save for a rainy day, and when all of this was over she’d be done with her degree early and would be looking for a job anyway. Maybe they weren’t strictly bound to New York. They could end up anywhere. The possibilities seemed endless.  Still, as she made her way back to her apartment Emma tried to get herself in check and school her features. The last thing she wanted was to get her hopes up. This would come down to what was best for Henry, and she’d never want to pressure her son into doing something for her that he didn’t really want. But at the same time it was such a great opportunity. The money, the living arrangement, and the work experience. It all seemed so perfect.
“Anybody home?” She asked, as she opened the door to her place and walked in, dropping her coat and taking off her shoes in the front walk as she headed to the kitchen.
“Hi Mom!” Henry said, barreling into her with another big hug and a huge smile on his face. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you too, kid,” she said, ruffling up his hair. “Hey Mrs. H. Something sure smells good.”
“It’s spaghetti Bolognese, and it’s very near ready. How was class, dear?”
“Great. Actually about that, I got some news today.”
“Big news?” Henry asked excitedly and Emma shook her head and smiled.
“Huge news. You know that fellowship I told you about? The one in Europe?”
“I remember. It’s in that tiny little country on the coast. What was it? Monta… Monta…”
“Montenarro,” she filled in and the light in Henry’s eyes burned bright with recognition.
“Oh right – you know their national fruit is called a montacari? It’s like if you mixed a strawberry, blackberry, and a raspberry. They only grow in mild mountain climates and before the berries grow the plants make flowers that are pink and red and white. Every August they have a festival there to celebrate the harvest.”
“How do you know that?” Emma asked, amazed at her son’s seemingly endless memory and then she filled in at the same time Henry did. “Let me guess: you read about it?“
“I read about it,” Henry echoed and they laughed.  “So who won the spot?”
“I did,” Emma announced and for a beat there was complete silence. She watched as her son took in the news and then he was moving, jumping up and down and hugging her all over again.
“You did it, Mom! You did it! You did it! I knew you could do it!”
“You thought I’d win?” Emma asked and Henry nodded fiercely.
“Absolutely! You’re the best, Mom, everyone knows that!”
Emma laughed as she looked over to Mrs. H who had a huge smile on her face. “Congratulations, honey. But I think I must have missed something. What exactly is this fellowship?”
Emma explained the circumstances surrounding the placement. It was a six-month appointment, for two terms – summer and fall - and in that time the recipient worked for the J.R. Foundation. J.R. was an international charity with an impeccable reputation focused on helping vulnerable youth populations around the globe. They worked on literacy outreach, education initiatives, disaster relief and more, but this fellowship appointee would work with the counseling division, focusing on children’s health, wellness, and mental resilience strategies.  That six months of work counted as her two semesters of full time interning which she needed to graduate, and for Emma, it would mean cutting down her time to graduation significantly. At the end of this six months, if she added in an online class or two, she’d be ready to graduate, finishing up eighteen months earlier than she previously expected.
Halfway through her explanation, Emma watched Henry leave and head to his room. She heard a lot of movement inside and she frowned, worried about what he was up to. “Henry? Everything all right?”
“Are you kidding? Everything’s awesome! We’re moving to Montanarro and I’ve got to get packing!”
“Henry, wait,” she said and her son popped his head out before she motioned for him to come closer. “We still have to talk about this. This is a really big change. It would mean you miss the last few weeks of school here, and that next fall you’re not with your friends here. We wouldn’t be back until just before Christmas. Are you sure you like that idea? I won’t be mad if you want to stay here. This is our home.”
“Home is where we are together, Mom. You know that,” Henry said, reciting a line she’d said over and over again to him, especially back when times were tougher and they really struggled to get by. His assuredness made her throat tighten. Again she was on the verge of tears but she fought them off. “Besides – every hero has a special journey, Mom, and their special journey usually starts with a new place. Think of the adventure we can have together. It’s gonna be awesome!”
“Henry it might not be that easy. Moving can be hard sometimes. Things will be different there. I know they speak English, but there’s other languages and customs too. It might not be the easiest adjustment.”
“I can do different!” Henry replied eagerly with a smile. “I’m great with different. Different is my middle name.”
“Henry, you don’t have a middle name,” Emma teased and he shrugged.
“Well now I do, and it’s Different. So can we go, Mom. Please? I promise I’ll be so so good.”
“You’re always good, kid.” Emma said softly, running her fingers through the hair that was shadowing his brow. “Are you sure, Henry? It’s a really big step.”
“Can’t you feel it, Mom? Don’t think with your head. Use your heart, like you taught me.” Emma was quiet for a moment as she took in her young son’s sage advice. “You feel it too, I know you do. This is right for us. It’s our path.”
“Why don’t I sleep on it, okay, kid? In the meantime you go wash up for dinner all right?”
Henry seemed to accept this non-answer, though he muttered under his breath about always having to wait for adventure. Emma smiled despite herself and then looked to Mrs. H who was watching her closely.
“So what do you think? I know we’d be leaving you and Mr. H in a bind. You weren’t expecting to have to look for new tenants and -,”
Mrs. H interrupted Emma by taking her hand in hers and silently commanding her attention. Emma looked up and listened carefully. “Honey, you don’t worry about that at all, you hear me? My Horace and I are golden. We don’t need to rent this place out, but we took one look at you and Henry and we knew you were going to be like family. And you know what family does, Emma? They support each other always. This fellowship sounds like everything you’ve wanted. You can make a difference and you and that darling boy of yours can see the world a little. In the meantime we’ll keep this place here for you. No one else is renting it and you don’t need to worry about paying anything at all. The payment has been getting to know you two these last few years. That’s better than anything money can buy.”
“Are you sure?” Emma asked, half wondering about her generosity but also asking if she should go at all. She was excited, to be sure, but she was also terrified. What if she failed? What if something happened? What if –
“I am, Emma. And deep down you are too. Henry was right, this is an adventure, one you should meet and embrace every step of the way.”
Emma appreciated the counsel and though Henry came barreling back in soon and the conversation shifted, Emma had all evening to think about the choice in front of her. She grappled with her options – to take the safe path and pass up on a once in a lifetime opportunity, or to take a little risk and have a taste of adventure and fulfillment with her son in a brand new place. By the end of the night, as she was drifting off to bed, Emma knew she had her answer: this was going to happen. She was going to take this step and take a chance, and somehow, despite her less than stellar origins, she trusted it would all work exactly the way that it should.
Little did she know how true that was, and just how much purpose and hope she would find in a tiny country halfway around the world.
Post-Note: So there we have it. Just in case anyone is curious about the title, I actually got a creative burst in conceiving of this AU plot line when I heard the song ‘Feels Like This’ by Maisie Peters. If you haven’t heard it before, you should definitely listen, as it’s a lovely one with all kinds of feels. Anyway, I know that this chapter was all from Emma’s POV, but as you might have guessed, next chapter we will see Killian and where he is at when we begin this story. I’m so excited for this AU and to build this dynamic and I am hoping to share the second chapter with you all next weekend. In the meantime, I would love to hear what you all think, what you might like to see in this fic, and what your general thoughts on this kind of AU are. As always I appreciate you all so much, I hope that you’ve enjoyed, and I wish you all well and happy! Thanks again!
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Aces in Spaces Chapter 26 Pt. 3
Well here it is lovies, I can’t believe it but I promise its good!
Warnings for more singing (this song) and Roman being a sap as well as Butcher
Tags: @rentskenobi @sunshinepascal @princessxkenobi @agent-450 @maybege​ @obaby-wan​
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(Butch, Roman, Hannah, and Erica)
Butch is standing under two trees that form an arch that looks like something out of a Disney movie and he’s determined to do this right (right meaning that he doesn’t faint at the sight of Hannah the same way he coached Roman about Erica in the car). They’re both nervous, he knows, its reminding him of when they were waiting for these same ladies at his own wedding. He sees the car pull into the parking lot before Roman does and clears his throat. Roman starts to turn but aborts the action before he can see anything, Butch had taken great care to position him with his back to the lot, he won’t see Erica until she’s almost next to him (because while he isn’t superstitious, he is a little stitious and he isn’t leaving this to chance). Roman had acquiesced to his suggestions, wearing the white suit coat as directed and (as he predicted originally) has a tie on in Erica’s accent color of dark purple, pocket scarf to match and black pants to finish. Butch has gone for a black jacket and pants but keeps the purple accent in his tie as well, it’s the greatest thing he’s ever seen. He catches sight of Hannah first, she’s come around the car to stand next to Greene as he offers Ms. Erica a hand and—oh God. Roman really is gonna faint. He’s going to be absolutely done in. Butch starts patting himself down to be sure he has tissues but doesn’t find any he looks up in a panic to find Hannah staring at him- holding a pack of them. God he loves that woman.
“So obviously they’re both to die for.” Butch snaps his eyes back to Roman in horror before finding the other mans gaze resolutely in front of him and he sighs in relief. “I haven’t forgotten the lecture about looking you needn’t worry.” Roman adds dryly but Butch understands, he wanted to hit Roman for this same conversation three years ago. The girls walking towards them now, and Butch is straightening his tie, nearly reaching for Roman’s too before the man does it himself, albeit needlessly. He makes eye contact then and Roman smiles.
“Been a long time Butch.” Butch feels it again. That complete ecstasy at knowing he gets to be the one to bring them together, complete inability to wait to brag that he knew it’d come to this from the start, and complete pride in Roman for having grown together with Erica. Butch is younger, but always having the job to protect Roman has made him feel like much more of an older brother. No time for that now his mind interjects, Hannah is bringing Erica to the end of their makeshift aisle (which is really just a lane of grass that they raked the leaves away from) and he’s about to tell Roman he can look (his eyes have been closed the last few seconds upon hearing the footsteps of the girls) before he hears his voice, flowing into the space that suddenly feels small despite the fact they have the whole sky as a ceiling.
“Never knew, I could feel like this.” Erica’s pausing in shock “Like I’ve never seen the sky before.” its soft, and Butch hasn’t heard Roman sing in years, not openly like this but he knows the song and it almost has him panicking. “Want to vanish inside your kiss. Everyday I love you more and more.” Roman’s getting more sincere, and Butch can’t let this go on.
“Absolutely no one is dying at this wedding. I am security and I am also presiding so I make the rules.”
It has Erica giggling before she starts walking again and Roman pouting before he goes on as well “Listen to my heart can you hear it sing, telling me to give you everything.” His eyes are open now, but he hasn’t turned his head yet, Erica still walking slowly toward him, arm linked with Hannah’s, smile splitting her face.
“Seasons may change, winter to spring.” He turns now “But I love you. Until the end of time.” His voice is wavering, shaking even and then he sniffs, Erica’s reaching towards him as she closes the last few steps, Hannah taking her bouquet without a word.
Erica’s hands are cradling his face then, brushing her thumbs along his cheeks though the tears haven’t fallen. She’s whispering, her own voice choked with emotion, “Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace.” She pauses and Roman joins in “Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste, it all revolves around you.”
They’re singing together now, and Butch cannot fathom why in God’s name they don’t sing out loud, all the time because it’s so beautiful he could cry more than he already is.
“And there’s no mountain too high, no river too wide, sing out this song and I’ll be there by your side.”
Their voices are strong now, the tears may still be brimming but they know, they know how they feel, and they know it’ll stretch through a hundred lifetimes, across any battlefield, and certainly beyond the trashcan of rotten potatoes.
“Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide.” They take a breath together and sing the last in an echo before finishing together, “But I love you, until the end, of time.”
Butch is waiting for the chorus but surprisingly enough both of them turn to him before a smiling Roman speaks, “I think we’re ready to go on now”.
Butch smiles at Erica before feeling Hannah press a tissue into his hand, Erica’s turning then, grabbing two and passing one to Roman before muttering out a ‘thank God for waterproof mascara’.
Once everyone’s collected themselves (Hannah excluded, she’s looking on like a proud parent), Butch begins. “Is there any preference on who I ask first this time?”
They both laugh at this before shaking their heads, glancing to one another and Butch knows what’s coming
“You can start with Erica, Ladies first.”
“Age before beauty Butch”
“Ouch. Well, no I take it back, you are the most beautiful person here so by that logic I’ll have to marry everyone else before I finally get to you—”
Erica is leaning into Romans personal space, the close proximity rending him speechless and Butch is about to roll his eyes because literally, its only been a month since the last time he lectured them about not kissing till the end before Erica talks over his thoughts.
“If you don’t, hush up, and marry me, I’m going to kiss you, to shut you up, and then Butch’ll get all feisty and we’ll have to do this all over again” She drags out the l sound and Butch is quite relived she’s taken his side.
“Yes. Well.” Roman’s eyes are full of wonder, sounding slightly breathless while his eyes are dancing all over her face, and lingering much too long at her lips in Butcher’s opinion before going on “Better let him start with you, wife.” He finishes with a cocky smile and now Erica looks lovestruck and if Butch wasn’t so obsessed with the idea of them finally getting to live happily ever after he’s sure he’d be getting annoyed.
“So, I suppose now’s a good time to say that renewal of vows in my training is just the two of you waxing poetic about each other and then me saying your still married. Do we want to count the singing?”
Butch is nothing if not pragmatic (much like the man he protects) and Erica’s never been more grateful because while this is the greatest day of her life, she also knows someone else who’s about to be over the moon, and she’d like to move that along. Roman seems to be of the same mind (though not for the same reason) because he’s affirming with a ‘Works for me’ before turning back to her, spinning her into a dip and kissing her long and slow. She’s still holding his face, gradually sliding her arms down and around his shoulders, not so much for her own security, she knows he’d never drop her, but more to feel him close. Let him know she treasures him beyond anything. He pulls away to look at her without standing just yet and she smiles, breathing out “Come what may.”
“BANG!!!!”
It’s Hannah shouting, and for the split second of panic and prep to fight they all felt and did, the three of them are laughing as Roman stands up with Erica still in his grasp.
“What?” She shrugs to the three of them “They should have gotten a happy ending. I’m living vivaciously through you.”
This only causes Erica to laugh harder before sighing, giving Roman a squeeze and mumbling out a ‘just a moment’ before going to hold both of Hannah’s hands. Both Roman and Butch give each other a confused look.
“We,” the girls exchange a glance that is trepidatious but also giddy and hopeful, as Hannah speaks “have some news. For both of you.” She’s white knuckling Erica’s hands and now Roman’s worried, what could possibly be wrong? He moves closer to Butch, if the girls feel the need to be close in order to process whatever this is, he plans to support Butch the best he can.
“I—” Hannah takes another breath before locking eyes with Butch, who looks distraught beyond belief at this moment, “I’m pregnant.”
Stunned silence follows. No one can move. Roman looks to Erica, she’s grinning at him, to Hannah, she’s looking at Butcher, to Butcher, his eyes haven’t left hers but his face looks completely vacant. The lights are on but nobody’s home. Roman looks to Erica again, about to give her his ‘what now?’ face before he’s nearly scared out of his skin by Butcher’s blood curdling whoop and his lunge toward the girls, Erica letting go just in time for him to swing Hannah up and into his arms before spinning around and laughing.
Erica moves to find her home in Roman’s arms again, brushing her nose with his as she looks back to their friends. “I knew this morning, I wanted to do it soon so we could have our big moments together.” Roman’s looking at her now, loving the way the loose strands are framing her face as they fall from the twists that she’d probably done herself, her hair is almost back down to the middle of her neck again. Then she’s looking at him-  
“At first I wanted us to renew our vows together,” she pauses, taking him in as well before jerking her head to the other couple, who are no longer spinning but are still locked in an embrace that Roman is certain Butch is crying inside of, “but this is better”.
He nods, taking a moment to brush his hand along her hair before looking back to their friends. “It is.”
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Gotcha
DJ and Michael were comparing Halloween stories with their friends before class when their classmate April entered wearing a huge smile, followed by her parents. Several second graders echoed their hellos before the questions began. 
“You got cupcakes?”
“Are those for us?”
“It’s not your birthday, your birthday is the same week as mine.”
“Are we havin’ a party, Ms. Lane?”
April’s parents greeted the children and as Joni Lane stepped closer with an offer to help, they smiled brightly. “Hope we’re not late, Caleb is teething,” Mr. Milton said with a nod to the sleeping baby in his wife's arms. “We got a little behind.”
“Not late at all,” Joni directed the smiling man with the box of cupcakes into the classroom. “April,” she addressed the seven year old who was wearing an orange shirt and matching print shorts. “Would you like to tell our friends why we’re celebrating today?”
April nodded and raised her shoulders and clapped in excitement. “Today’s my gotcha day!”
DJ and Michael exchanged a look. April didn’t say anything about bringing in a treat and when his best friend elbowed him playfully and whispered, “Esther and Kamekona’s cupcakes, yum,” DJ smiled broadly. 
“What’s a gotcha day?” A classmate named Yuko asked.
“Today’s the day I came to live with my family!” April explained. 
“Oh!” DJ grinned. “Like your official day? I’m official, too.”
“Let’s take our seats, friends, and we can hear why we’re getting this lovely treat to share from April and her family.” Joni said as the second graders scrambled to their desks.
“Actually,” April’s mom explained once everyone was seated. “Today is the anniversary of the day April came to live with us.” She bent to kiss her daughter’s cheek. 
“I got officially adopted in July when I was four,” she held up as many fingers. “But in our family we celebrate both days for everybody,” she glanced at her father. “Right, Daddy?”
“Exactly right, honey.” He looked at her classmates. “April’s sister and brothers came to us at different times, but they all became…” he smiled at DJ, “official on the very same day. So we celebrate their adoptions on July 7th and each of their gotcha days, too.”
Kim Milton rocked her sleeping baby as she spoke. “Everyone was adopted the same day, well, except, Caleb, here. He wasn’t born yet. But he’s going to be officially ours right around Christmas.”
“That’s awesome!” DJ couldn’t contain his enthusiasm. “Happy gotcha day, April!”  He knew his classmate and her siblings were also adopted, they’d talked about it during recess more than once after her baby brother joined her family, but he didn’t know the day you joined your family was called a gotcha day.  
“Thanks, DJ!” Her happy expression lit the room, and as the children offered their congratulations and the class came to order, he wondered if Joan and Uncle Aaron knew about gotcha days. He couldn’t wait to ask them.
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Hopping into the car when both parents came for pickup that day, DJ greeted them with “We had cupcakes, April brought them. Well, her dad carried them cause there was a lot, and we all already went to her birthday party so we didn’t know why…” he took a breath and grinned at Catherine, who’d pivoted in the passenger’s seat to see his face. “And it was her gotcha day.  I didn’t ever hear of one, so I thought it was her official day anniversary, but nope.” He shook his head. “It’s the day she came to live with her Mommy and Daddy and brothers and sister.”
“That’s wonderful, what a great idea.” Catherine beamed at her son. 
“Yeah, and ‘cept for her baby brother, they all got the same official day. He wasn’t born then but he’s getting official near Christmas, isn’t that cool?’
“That’s very cool, buddy,” Steve caught his eyes in the mirror and couldn’t hold back a smile of his own. “Ya know…” he had a silent conversation with Catherine who grinned in response.
“What, Daddy?”
“Well, we were going to keep it a surprise, but … what do you think of a gotcha day celebration?”
“Really? With cupcakes?”
“Really. With anything you’d like. We were thinking about a barbecue with our family and ohana, but you should celebrate with your friends at school, too.”
“April’s cupcakes were from Esther and Kamekona’s …” he bit his lip. “They were really good, but do you think Kaityln would make those blue velvet ones she invented for my class?”
“We can ask her, and I bet she'd be very happy to,” Catherine said.
“Do you think Joan and Uncle Aaron know about gotcha days?” He asked.
“I don’t know if they call it that, but I know Aunt Mary, Uncle Aaron and Aunt Deb have a special dinner with Joanie every year.”
“Can we call them later and tell them?” DJ was bouncing in his seat. “Oh, and guess what?” he laughed.
“What, honey?”
“Ms. Lane said some people celebrate gotcha days for their pets. Maybe we can get Cammie a marrow bone on her day, and something for our kitty next Halloween?”
Her heart warming at how their son was always thinking of others, Catherine readily agreed. “I think that’s a very good idea.”
“I can’t wait to tell Grandma, Grandpa, and Grandma Ang,” his eyes were lit with excitement. 
Catherine reached to squeeze Steve’s bicep as they shared a smile.
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Entering the beach house after picking up Angie, the family greeted Cammie and made their way to the kitchen after going upstairs to get their newest addition. As recommended by the folks at the shelter, for the first few days in her new home the kitty would be confined to “Grace’s room” during the days when Steve and Catherine were at work, DJ was at school, and Angie was with Grandma and Grandpa. As soon as she felt completely comfortable she’d have the run of the house.
As his sister sat across from him, kitty in her lap, enjoying their snack of fruit and yogurt, Cammie lying nearby hoping for something to be dropped, DJ told her about his day and she responded with a toddler-detailed story of her hike with their grandparents. He then explained about his friend bringing in a treat to celebrate her gotcha day and how Mommy and Daddy said they already planned to do something special for his own day next month.
Turning happy brown eyes on his parents, the little boy who became more and more confident every day since being surrounded by unconditional love puzzled, “I’m not sure Angie remembers too much about my gotcha day, she was pretty little. Right Angie?” 
“Gotcha cu’cakes! Yay fo’ you, DJ!” The three year old clapped. 
“She may not remember every detail but I know there’s one thing she remembers for sure,” Catherine kissed each child’s head. “That right from the start she loved her big brother as much as we did.”
“That’s okay, if she doesn’t remember everything.” He looked at the bubbly little girl.  “We got lots of pictures for when you’re older.” He beamed. “And I’ll remember everything forever.” He smiled at their parents. “I can tell Angie how she made me feel happier right away ‘cause she was super friendly and nice, just like she always is.”
Once again Catheirne and Steve were touched by the closeness of their children. Closeness they couldn’t be happier about. And when DJ hugged Angie and she quickly wrapped an arm  around him to return the embrace, Catherine wiped a sudden tear as Steve clasped her hand. 
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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 43)
Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.
Word Count:3370
Warnings: Language, mentions of the past, mentions of the winter soldier, triggered ofc song for this part: Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.
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Once all the paperwork was filled out and signed, you were given the green light to head over to Nebraska. You set out packing your things and going out to get some stuff you knew you’d need since what you had wouldn’t keep you warm on those cold nights. About half an hour later Shannon got to the apartment and since she still had her key to it, she unlocked the door and headed in.
“Y/N! I was thinking we could hang out tonight and watch some movies before you leave,” she called out while she took her coat off but what she didn’t know was that the only person in the apartment was Loki and he’d been in the bedroom looking over pictures of you when you were in college.
Upon hearing someone in the apartment Loki walked out of the room with a dagger in one hand while the other opened the door.
“Who’s there?” Loki asked, his voice hesitant, yet confident. He put the tip of the knife between his skilled fingertips, readying it to fling it at the intruder. However, he just rounded the corner from the short hallway in time to see who it was. “Ah… It’s you.” Lowering the weapon, he quickly hid the dagger behind an illusion, and Shannon could no longer see that he was armed -- but she was sure that he was. In fact, she was entirely sure he was armed to the teeth, but he kept that all a mystery for her, and any other potential enemy.
She turned around when she heard the familiar male voice, her shoulders tensed seeing as he’d put away the knife but tried to play it off as if she hadn’t. “Hello, Loki, sorry for barging in, I had come over to… well you must had already heard what I yelled out. Is Y/N not here?” Shannon moved from one foot to the other.
“Does it look like she’s here?” he asked, his eyebrows raised as he gestured around the room sarcastically. When he saw her face morph into irritation, he backed off. He took a deep breath, and in a softer voice said, “No, she isn’t. She’s out getting supplies for her trip.”
Returning the sarcasm she replied, “Well it’s not like I can see through walls, if I could I wouldn’t have come up here.” Seeing the smidge of fear take over his features, she calmed down. “It’s alright. I probably should have texted her first.” She sat down in the one chair that you had kept that was her’s. “You didn’t want to go with her?” she asked, wondering why he was alone in the apartment.
“I promised to stay behind and clean the apartment for her. One less thing to worry about while she gets ready. Turns out cleaning actually turns into walking down memory lane…” He smirked, even laughing lightly. “Well, walking down her memory lane, that is. I came across her college photo album and got distracted.”
Shannon relaxed a bit, then she realized what he had said. “That photo album wouldn’t happen to be a fat blue one with white letters on the front would it?” She cringed hoping it wasn’t that one at all. She remembered all the silly photos the two of you had taken thinking no one but you two would ever see them.
He frowned slightly. “Actually, yes. You know it?”
“Ummm… yes actually, that’s the one album I thought we’d gotten rid of,” she said sounding a bit nervous. He didn’t know of her training from before her powers and many of the pictures she had saved in there were of her time in the Red Room. “You’ve probably gone through most of it, haven’t you?” she asked, wringing her fingers together.
He bobbed his head side to side. “For the most part, yes. Why? Is something the matter with it? It looks like you two had a lot of fun back then.”
“Well.. it’s not that there’s something the matter with it, it’s just that there are some pictures that Y/N had made me keep from.. From a period in my life before I became best friends with her that I would rather keep between me and her.” Shannon really hoped that she would be able to steer him away from learning the gruesome truth of who she really is or was in the past. “I guess it won’t really matter once you get to the back of the album,” she said, sinking further into the chair. 
Loki took a tentative step toward her, eyeing her curiously. “Is there something you don’t want me to see?” He was about to give her a second to respond, but then he decided to add something to his question. “Because if there is, you can tell me and I’ll respect your wishes.” 
Looking up at him, she never really got to know who he was as a person, which was something she had never really considered wanting to do. But seeing as he would eventually find out about her past, it might be time to know more about him. “There is in fact something that I would rather you not look at but I believe that it would help create a bridge of understanding between us as people who are a big part of Y/N’s life,” she told him with as much sincerity as she could muster at that moment. “If you don’t mind, would you bring the album over here? I’d think it’d be best to explain while showing you what I mean.” 
He peered at her, intrigued by what she said, so he obliged. He swept out of the room, back to his bedroom, and retrieved the album. He handed it to her, gesturing for her to go on and explain what was going on. 
Flipping the album open, she thumbed the pages until she found exactly what she was looking for. It’d been years since she had seen them. She pulled out most of them and put them in the correct order they belonged in. “These right here are photos of the past life I once lived years before meeting Y/N. The things I was taught and I had done has made me the woman I am today, or as Y/N/N liked to call me ‘femme fatale’.” She passed a few of the photos to him and let him take his time looking through them knowing he’d have questions.
His brow furrowed as he looked at the pictures of her. She was in all black attire -- a black t-shirt, black tactical pants, and black boots. In none of the photos was she smiling. Every photo she wore the same stoic face, which chilled him to the bone. “Was this some form of military school? Why were you there? And why are you telling me?”
She looked up from the picture she’d been looking at where it was Natasha, herself, and their instructor James. It’d been taken after a particularly exhausting training day but Nat had managed to get her and James somewhat smiling.
“It wasn’t exactly a school. It was a program where twenty-six of us were trained to be ruthless fighters and skilled in espionage,” she had begun when she pointed to one of the pictures that were laid out on the coffee table. “I was sent there as a young child by my parents thinking it was a program to help us become proper ladies, when really it was about us becoming skilled assassins.” She pointed to the other picture. “These two girls were the one in the highest ranks, which happens to be Natasha and myself. I’m telling you this because I believe you deserve to know the truth rather than finding out on your own.” She stopped to collect her thoughts and let him process what he had been told.
He slightly shook his head. “I don’t understand… Why does it matter whether I know, or how I find out? So you were enrolled in a young assassins class, what does that matter?”
“This is me trying to be honest about my past so that you and I don't have any bad standings.” She couldn't look at him, she felt as if she were too exposed to keep going. “When you told me you were looking through here fear came over me thinking if you’d find these pictures you’d try to convince Y/N/N that I shouldn’t be around her because of how dangerous I can be…” She got quiet for a moment. “I just got her back I don’t want to lose her again. She’s been that one constant person in my life since I had gone into college. It might be a bit clingy but she has no idea how much more I need her than she needs me.”  Shannon felt as if a weight had been slightly lifted from her shoulders.
At this, Loki smirked quietly to himself. “Well, I can’t blame you for wanting to be around her. She is quite magnetic, isn’t she?” It was more rhetorical than anything else. “I… I may be a lot of things… but hypocritical is something I try not to be. I don’t hide the fact that I betray and deceive… which is precisely why your past doesn’t bother me.” He took a deep breath, thinking. “Y/N knows about your past, correct?”
She nodded.
“And she still remained your best friend…”
Again, she nodded. 
“So… then why would I care?” Before she could answer, Loki continued. “I love her dearly, and I want to protect her from the evil in this universe, but I also respect the fact that she is an adult and can make her own informed decisions. If she knows of this past and chooses to be your friend, I see no reason to take that from either of you. Until you give me a reason not to trust you around her, I won’t do that.”
“You have no idea how much this means to me right now, Loki. I’ve never really thought about this but talking to you now like this makes me rethink about the person you are,” she told him in all honesty. “I believe there’s so much more to you than what you’ve shown us, and I’d like to make things up to you.”
Instantly, he was both touched and curious. “Oh? What would that be?”
“That’s what I’m still trying to figure out. I don’t know much about you aside from what’s happened here, and the fangirling Y/N/N had done about you when she was in Asgard.”
He couldn’t help but grin at this. “Fangirling, eh? Did she really mention me?”
She smiled seeing how pleased he looked knowing how he’d made you react when you first met him. “Half of the times she sent me a letter it would be her describing you and the type of person you seem to be,” she said. “Other times it would be her talking about your eyes and the sound of your voice, just don’t tell her I told you.” She laughed waving her hand. “She’d probably get flustered knowing you know.”
“Your secret is safe with me. I do wonder though, why she kept that from me. You would think I would find it endearing,” he wondered with a tiny smile. 
“Thank you, Loki. Also wow what a total sap you could be!” she exclaimed a bit. Getting to know Loki like this was very interesting. “How are you doing now that you're living here and you're working with Stephen?” she asked, genuinely curious.
“Surprisingly, better, now that I’m not simply cleaning up his shop of relics. He’s actually telling me what things do, and I feel like I’m learning a lot. As far as living here, well... “ He looked around. “I honestly have no idea what I’m doing. I grew up with Odin and my mother, in a palace. Taken prisoner on Sanctuary, and then imprisoned here on Earth. I’ve never… I’ve never lived this sort of domestic life, especially with a partner. I have no idea what to do, if I’m doing a good job. I’ve heard a lot about ‘balancing work and home’, and I’m not sure if I’m doing that at all. I feel… guilty because Y/N went through all of this trouble getting this space, this home, set up for us and I don’t know how to properly care for it or live in it. I can’t cook. I don’t know how to clean or what cleaning product does what. Just the other day I tried cleaning the sink, and when Y/N saw me, she screamed in terror, telling me that I was using the wrong cleaner… I had no idea such a thing existed… I still can’t manage to work a computer or television well. This must be how she felt coming to Asgard,” he suddenly realized. 
At that moment, his eyes seemed to shift to a far off point, as if he were reliving something. 
“It’s a wonder how she ever survived my planet… our planet,” he corrected, remembering your true heritage. “Everything here is so strange and new and peculiar. It makes me worry that….” He stopped, not one for sharing his weaknesses, but seeing as Shannon had bared her soul, it was only fair. “It worries me that she will… want a normal life, with a normal human man from Earth. Someone she doesn’t have to explain everything to.”
She nodded her head knowing where he was coming from. “I was in the same position you were when I moved into the tower and Tony and I were still figuring things out. He was still getting used to the idea that he was in a relationship with a skilled assassin and I had to get out of the mindset of not having specific orders on how to do things. I was able to have a choice.” She went on to talk about how she’d felt the same way and tried to leave but Tony wouldn’t have it. “If you would like I could install one of the Al systems into the apartment to help you get caught up with everything? They could answer all your questions.” She waited to see how he would respond. 
Loki waited a moment, contemplating it. He wasn’t sure using more technology to learn technology was a great strategy, but he also didn’t have anything to lose, and he desperately needed help. 
“Sure. I would appreciate that. And if you could teach me how to do laundry…?” he asked in a hopeful, nervous tone. He worried Shannon would laugh at the fact that he needed help with something so mundane. If she said no, he would plan to play it off like a joke. 
“I would be happy to help you,” she simply replied in a tone that she hoped would soothe his feeling of nervousness. “There’s no need to feel nervous about asking me about these sorts of things,” she reaffirmed.
“Thank you. It’s good to know that.” 
A moment of awkward silence fell between the two of them as Loki nervously played with his hands.
“Is there something the matter? I can practically feel the nervousness pulsing from you.”
His eyes flashed to hers. “Actually… If I’m being honest, your presence makes me--”
“Uncomfortable?” she finished, knowing exactly how he felt.
“Precisely.” 
“Guess it’ll take some time getting used to being around each other. I do however want to apologize for what happened at the sanctum. I didn’t think it would get that out of control or why Stevie didn’t pin me to the floor.” She felt guilty knowing that she caused this awkwardness between them and hoped to get passed it. “I’m still not sure when I’ll be stable enough to control it and not the other way around.” 
He waved her off. “Think nothing of that. I’m not… referring to your recent… abilities. I’m more referring to… well.. Years ago. It’s hard not to look at you, and be reminded of how one moment you were my girlfriend, the next you’re literally stabbing me in the back… Kudos, by the way. Quite clever. It does remind me of something I would do. Perhaps why it frightens me... “ A fond smile played at his lips. “That was years ago, I know, but your training may have something to do with that… To be fair, I was trying to take over your home planet.”
She stayed quiet for a moment, she seemed frozen in the memory of that day all those years ago. In an instant, it began to pour outside, causing Loki to run and close the window. 
“Shannon?” he questioned, concerned. While what he said was true, he didn’t want to cause her discomfort. He was just about to reach for her when she seemed to snap back to the present. 
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to cause you to fear me…” She paused, she knew there was nothing she could do to reassure him that she meant no harm to him but with the recent event that’s twice she’s attempted to kill him
He shook his head, waving her off. “It’s fine. It’s been years passed, and quite frankly it was deserved. We did attack you. However, the fact remains that you shoved a knife in my back.” Then, as if he remembered something, he commented, “Actually, I would say we’re even at this point. Y/N nearly killed Tony. You nearly killed me. Y/N shot and stabbed you. By now, I think the scales are pretty balanced.” For a split second, his face was serious, before it broke into a playful smile and chuckle. 
Shannon paled at remembering all that’s occurred and the split moment with how serious he sounded. “I… guess we are balanced. Let’s just keep it at that, don’t you think?” She laughed a tiny bit hoping the awkwardness would fade.
He laughed back. “Yes, I think that’s a good idea. I… I would like nothing more if we could put the past in the past and move forward with a clean slate?”
“I think that is a great idea.”
“Good. I’m glad we could clear that up.” 
Just as he said that, the door unlocked, and you stepped through the threshold. At first, you frowned, wondering what those two were doing. Then, it quickly became replaced with a gentle smile. Seeing the two people you loved the most in this world talking, possibly bonding even. 
“Hey. What are y’all doin?” you asked. 
“Nothing much, just looking at some of the old pictures you still have if us from college,” Shannon told you. She looked at the time and saw that she’d been there for two hours. “Oh shoot! It's late. I should get back to the tower.”
“Oh? Why? Where’s the fire? Did you come to see me?” you wondered. 
“I came to hang out with you but when you weren't around well…”
“Well… what?” you questioned. “Did you two fight?” you noted, a little worried.
“Loki and I got to talking and we seem to be on the same page about things and have a mutual understanding of each other.”
“Well I’m glad to hear that. Are you sure you can’t stay?” you asked, starting to put your bags down on the floor.
“I would love to but I just realized there's a change I need to make to the invites list and get Tony to be okay with it,” she said going over to you and giving you a hug. “You and I will still get out a movie night before you leave, you hear me?” She kissed your forehead and turned to wave to Loki. “Have a good night you two.”
“What was that all about?” you wondered as soon as the door closed.
“Just some… mending, is all. Did you find everything you wanted?” 
You wanted to inquire more, but you knew Loki would tell you everything, eventually. You launched into everything you bought, feeling elated that your loved ones were settling things between them.
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nerdylittleshit · 4 years
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Thoughts about Spn 15x07
BEWARE! SPOILERS AHEAD!
So. This episode. Which I felt was in many ways a fanservice episode, but not in a negative way (because I don’t think fanservice has to be a negative thing in itself). On the one hand we had Sam and Eileen. Clearly the fanservice already started last episode in bringing back Eileen from the dead in the first place, but this week it became more obvious for what reason: to set her up with Sam, to make her his romantic endgame. I really felt that what had been subtext before became now text. And it wouldn’t make sense to bring Eileen back, to set her up with Sam, and then giving us a tragic ending. It still doesn’t mean we get an overall happy ending, but they wouldn’t go the lengths to bring Eileen back, mark her as romantic endgame for Sam, and then not deliver.
On the other hand we have Dean and his little trip in the past. I’m sure Christian Kane is one of the actors many fans had wished to see on the show one day (given his friendship with Jensen), so yeah, fanservice again. In many ways Dean’s trip to Swayze’s felt like a character study, because the character of Lee felt like a different version of Dean, someone he could have become (minus the monster pet obviously). Just as Sam’s blooming romance with Eileen leads to speculation about his future (and the show’s end), Dean’s confrontation with his old friend told us a lot about Dean, and where his journey might end.
But, as always, let’s take a closer look.
All you have to do is follow three simple rules
Let’s start with Dean and his trip down memory lane. The fact that he left the bunker on his own, working a case, is something Sam considers as progress, and he is right to think so. Ultimately, when it comes to the final confrontation between Dean and Lee, what sets them apart is that Dean still cares. What happens in the world still matters, his job still matters, the lives they save still matter, despite knowing Chuck manipulated them (something Lee isn’t even aware off). Last week Cas found his way back to their mission, now Dean, in time for the midseason-finale next week.
We learn that Dean and Lee used to work together back when John was still alive and Sam at college, so pre-series. It is a reminder of how much time has passed since then and how much Dean has changed since then as well. Lee represents in many ways the Dean from the past. Someone whose dream it was to own a bar, where every night seems like the best night ever, full of drinks and girls. And we can say for sure that at some point Dean shared this dream, because this is something that we saw in 14x10, in the happy dream Michael had Dean trapped in. There he had owned Rocky’s Bar, though it was clear that he had financial trouble and that it wasn’t nearly as full as Swayze’s. And speaking of Swayze’s, it is clear that Dean and Lee share the same taste in movies.
There was some obvious queer subtext as well, where Lee was presented as the ex-lover, a reminder of the good old days, who prevents Dean’s current lover (Cas) from calling him. Earlier we had the sheriff complimenting Dean on his good looks, and we saw Lorna trying to flirt with Dean several times, but with no response. And of course we see that Dean can in fact in sing, when he previously had claimed he could not or sung bad on purpose. We are yet reminded again that Dean puts up a persona, especially around his brother, with the genuine Dean lying underneath.
There are also some signs that Lee’s story doesn’t add up, if you look close enough. He says that after his last hunt he scrounged up what he could and bought the bar, but we know that most hunters barely get by, and obviously we later learn about the real source of his money. Second, he doesn’t seem to be a very good hunter, once Dean brings up the case. He seemingly doesn’t recognize Angela, despite her being a regular at his bar. He suggests the lake as a hiding place for the car, when the junkyard is the more obvious choice (and a little nod to our Bobby). Both times Lorna messes things up for Lee, who symbolically stands between the two men the entire time.
It’s been a while that a human had been the actual villain and that we saw one of the Winchesters kill another person. But to Dean the question whether Lee is a monster or not is obvious. Angela was, as we learn, a good girl. There is simply no justification why Lee chose her as a victim, other than that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Furthermore Lee defends his actions that after everything he had done as a hunter he deserves this life, full of fortune and good health. The life as a hunter left him disillusioned; there is so much evil in the world that it doesn’t matter what they do. In fact it doesn’t even matter if he himself does a little evil as well.
And this is the complete opposite of Dean. Dean who still cares, despite having seen the bigger picture, despite knowing the truth about Chuck. Dean who cares about the little people, who thinks that every life he saves matters. And who doesn’t do it for the fame and the glory, who doesn’t think it entitles him to anything, but who does it because someone has to, because despite everything he is still a good person. And of course Dean wants more (always has), and he asks Lee if he has ever regret leaving ‘the life’ behind. And wonders who else is going to care, who else kills monsters and saves lives if he doesn’t. Lee’s answer is that someone else will, which actually reminded me of Sam at the beginning of season 8, who back then had left ‘the life’ behind as well, justifying that someone else would do their jobs.  
And this is interesting when we look towards the show’s end, and where Dean’s journey will end. Because as obvious as Sam’s romantic endgame is with the return of Eileen, it looks like Dean will choose a different path. Lee represents Dean’s past, therefore Dean’s wish to leave ‘the life’ is in the past as well. He can’t stop hunting, because he knows what is out there, because he cares too much. So what does that mean for the brothers? Will they go separate ways, Sam starting a new (domestic) life with Eileen, while Dean still hunts? (Maybe with Cas?) Will Dean perhaps die, but just as Lee he chooses his moment of death? It is still too soon for speculations like this, so just consider me throwing around ideas.
Rubber Soul
I already wrote about Sam and Eileen and the significance of Eileen’s return and what it might mean for Sam’s future, so I leave it with that. And despite Cas having the worst timing (he learned from the best: Sam), I’m glad Cas and Eileen finally meet. Soon they are going to start a self-help-group for people who date Winchesters, I’m sure of it.
There isn’t actually much to say about Sam’s rubber soul. I admit I kinda forget who Sergei is, though it is obvious he doesn’t know Cas very well, otherwise he would have known that Cas would never hurt or even kill an innocent girl. Sam’s connection to Chuck’s memories was a means to an end, finally giving them some insight and some sort of upper hand, ready to make their move next week. What is interesting however is the mentioning of Death and Death’s key, that can open the door to Death’s library. The last time we saw Billy, she was in the Empty with Jack. So it is very likely we will see both characters return and that said key/the library will become important in the future.
Until then <3
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rhubarbplants · 5 years
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Tennessee epilogue
It had been fifteen years since Adrian had disappeared, most thought he had been kidnapped by the Sentinel. But Hugh knew the truth, he had found Adrian’s sketches for tattoos and his equipment. He knew he had taken Max and gone somewhere where they could be free, though he didn’t completely understand why the rest of his team had gone, especially Nova McLain, she had always seemed so independent. When Hugh got up from his late Sunday breakfast to go get mail he was surprised to see a letter with no return address. He brought it inside and opened it carefully, inside were are about four letters. The first was from Max, Max who had disappeared 15 years ago, who was now 25 and all grown up.
“Simon! Max wrote a letter!” In an instant Simon was beside him, not even bothering to stay fully visible.
“Read it. Please”
Hi dad, hi pops,
I know it’s been a while, well fifteen years actually. I feel bad about leaving you guys like that, but I needed to see the world. I’m now at college getting a doctorate in architecture. Unfortunately we can’t tell you where. I’ve made a bunch of friends and never have to worry about hurting them. My best friend is named Lucy, I met her in college, she is studying biology and wants to go to med school. I hope work is going well, and that you haven’t had many problems. I love you guys.
Max
A tear dropped from Hugh’s eye and he felt Simon’s arms wrap around him, slowly he opened the next letter, Adrian’s letter. Hugh and Simon were crying big sloppy tears, their boys were okay.
Hi dad, hi pops,
I know I left you hanging all those years ago and I wish we could have had a proper goodbye. So much has changed since then and Nova and I even got married six years ago. Two years ago we had a baby girl, named Georgia and she is the light of our lives. (I put a photo in the envelope)
Simon grabbed the envelope from Hugh’s hands and rifled through it until he found the picture. The girl looked equal amounts like Nova and Adrian, and she had just become the most precious thing in Hugh’s universe. After a few moments of staring at the picture Hugh resumed reading the letter.
Nova and I started a creative work center, for people who want to draw paint dance write play music or anything at all artistic. Nova has written some books under the pseudonym Marissa Meyer, and they have sold pretty well. We bought a P.O. Box in Kentucky but it’s pretty far from where we live so correspondents will take a while.
Here is the address:
625384 P.O. Box peoneypearl lane
Cornerstone Kentucky post office
I hope everything is alright in Gatlon, and I wish I could be with you guys.
-Love Adrian Artino-Everhart
Hugh stared at the signature at the bottom of the letter, Artino? That couldn’t be right, Adrian had married Nova McLain. With a perplexed expression Simon pulled out the second to last letter.
Captain Chromium,
I’m sorry, for everything I have done, for all the pain I have caused you. I don’t regret shooting you that day, but I am definitely glad I missed. I also feel bad for taking away your sons. Adrian hasn’t read this yet and if he does he would tell me that it was his decision but truthfully the reason he ran away was me. If I had been brave enough I would have stayed to finish the fight I had started. But I wasn’t, I lied and hurt all of you and got off free. I saw Adrian’s letter and he already told you most everything, but I have a few things to add. I am pregnant with a new kid, I have known for a week, maybe less and am going to tell Adrian tomorrow. Once again I apologize.
Nova Artino-Everhart
There it was again, there was no was it was a mistake. And nova had talked about shooting him, with the name Artino, well there was only one conclusion Hugh could come to no matter how hard he tried.
“She’s Nightmare.” Simon whispered.
“We can’t be sure,” Hugh said
“No look there is a post script.”
P.s. if Ace is still alive please deliver the other letter to him, and if you can find Leroy, Honey, and Winston tell them I’m sorry and that I say hello.
There was no doubt.
Alec was miserable, he just couldn’t keep going, he was seventy five and hadn’t seen the sun in years. His power was gone, his friends, his empire, his family, his everything, gone. The evening guard walked silently through the double doors that Alec could only assume led to freedom. The man took the other guard’s place stationed by the door and a few moments later Alec and the new guard were alone.
“The captain asked me to give this to you.” The guard handed Alec a sealed envelope and Alec stood to take it from him. Who would write to him? Slowly he broke the seal and pulled out the letter
Uncle Ace,
Nova, Nova was still alive! They had told him she had died fifteen years ago.
I don’t know if you’re alive or dead, free or still imprisoned, but I hope you get this letter. I am sorry for leaving you behind when I left Gatlon, but I am happier than ever before. The flashbacks have gone away and I got married, to Adrian Everhart, I know you might not approve but I love him. Two years ago we had a baby girl, named Georgia Artino-Everhart and she is the light of my life. I want to thank you for saving me all those years ago and for protecting me.
Love your little Nightmare
P.s. there is a photo of Georgia in the envelope.
As tears dripped from Alec’s eyes he slowly pulled out the picture and unfolded it. The girl looked so much like Nova, and her smile was the most beautiful thing in the world.
“Hate mail or something?” The guard asked
“No, why would it be hate mail?”
“You’re a villain and you’re crying.”
“It is a letter from my niece.”
“Nightmare.” The guard muttered
“Yes, and she is married now and has a daughter, and she’s happy.” Alec was on the brink of tears now.
“Who in their right mind would marry Nightmare?”
“Adrian Everhart thats who.” Alec said “And I will have you known she is quite charming.” But all Alec could think of was one thing, one thing that he had thought impossible for years.
She’s happy
And with that in mind he sat against the back wall, his face flooded with tears.
She’s happy
He held the picture close to his chest and took a few laboured breaths, he left free and light, she was happy. Then his eyes flickered closed and he was at peace.
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chikoriita · 5 years
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It’s a Party Here in Twilight Town
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The rainy season was about to start on Destiny Islands, and the humidity hung in the air all around the islands. The sweltering heat tortured everyone and spared no one. She could feel the sweat beading under her hair while she ran. The cool air was a relief to Kairi as they scurried inside the grocery store. She grabbed a cart and pulled it close. They had their mission and needed to complete it in the time limit. Failure was not an option.
“How many candles did she ask for?” Kairi asked Riku.
He pulled out the list the good fairies gave him. Three different fonts jumped out at him. Why couldn’t the three of them ever agree on anything? It was impossible to decipher anything on this list.
“Riku! Time is of the essence,” Kairi urged.
He groaned. “I can’t read the list. It looks like Fauna asked for seventeen candles; one for each layer.”
Kairi nodded absently. “Wait!” She snatched the list out of his hand. The loopy script was clear. “She can’t be serious. We can’t have a seventeen-layer cake!” A family stared at her as they passed by.
“Fauna insists that with a little help, the cake will be excellent. I will admit,” Riku said sheepishly. “Merryweather looked less than optimistic.”
Kairi sighed, then squared her shoulders. “No stopping it now. At least we’re not baking it.” She handed the list back to Riku. She adjusted her headband. “Let’s go get the best candles we can.” With a fist bump, they set off.
Lea envied Riku and Kairi. They got the easier end of the tasks. Meanwhile, he and the Twilight Town gang were stuck decorating with Flora and Merryweather. The two fairies never got a long, and as the unofficial team leader, Lea had to make sure there were no casualties. Even if he had to follow their every order.
“A little more to the left, Lea! Don’t tarry Isa! The flowers won’t arrange themselves!” Flora directed. “We don’t want them to look helter-skelter.”
Isa muttered something under his breath and tightened his grip on the stems. Lea shot him a look. Not the time for any beserking. Isa frowned in return.
The red fairy brought them the pink banner. “Here is the centerpiece. Hang it over the stage, please, boys.” Flora shoved it into their arms. “I need someone much taller than me.”
Lea sighed and carried the cloth. The red banner did scare him a bit. Merryweather hated the color, and he knew better than to cross Merryweather. During their training, she set an enchanted mannequin after him when Kairi said that her favorite color was red. They were only saved because she was busy on the other end of the room. Hayner, Pence, and Roxas were following her lead and hanging blue stars everywhere. Olette and Xion spent all night making those stars, and he could admit that they were the only good part of the decorations.
“Merryweather!” Flora boomed. “We agreed on red stars.That blue garbage clashes with the theme!” She scolded her sister.
The fairy in question scrunched her face in anger. “We never said red anything, least of all that banner you’re hanging up!” With a point of her wand, Merryweather shouted, “Make it blue!”
Isa dropped the banner immediately and left Lea to take the brunt of the blast. The two fairies ignored the consequences of their fight and flew at each other for another round of arguing. The rest of the room was silent. Or it was until Roxas, the little punk, started snickering. Once he started the rest of them caught on. Lea turned and caught his reflection in one of the mirrors. His beautiful hair was blue. Not any blue, but just like Isa’s hair. What a travesty.
He heard Isa take a deep breath in, and before he could add any insight, Lea snapped, “Not one word.”
Ventus dodged a flying mixing bowl as he entered the kitchens of Le Grand Bistrot. “Whoa, is everything alright in here?” He asked worriedly. The kitchen was a mess. Spurts of flour covered the walls, and there were bits of egg shells all over the floor. Magical pots and pans danced all around him. He turned the corner to see three ghostly figures and Fauna, the green fairy. She wore a tan apron and her iconic hat on her head.
“Why thank you for asking dear. Without your help, I could not have possibly done it on my own!” The cheerful fairy said. Upon further inspection, the three ghostly figures were Terra, Aqua, and Naminé.
Aqua shook her head behind Fauna and mouthed, “Save yourself.” Ventus didn’t need to know any context to understand that he needed to escape.
“Ventus, please assist your friends in making a few layers of cake. I baked nine already!” Fauna flitted away to check on her nine layers of cake.
“How many layers?” Ventus asked for clarification.
Terra shook out some of the floor caught in his hair. “She wants to make it seventeen layers. One for every year. I told Aqua that it was unfeasible.” He glared at her.
Aqua raised her hands in surrender. “She said she made a cake for Aurora before. I didn’t know she meant with magic!” She pulled Naminé in front of her and started to wipe off the flour on her face. “Poor Naminé thought that this would be better than the other two fairies.”
Ventus smiled and pulled out his phone. “Actually Roxas just sent me this picture. I think you dodged an arrow there.” Naminé grabbed the phone from his hands and began giggling. Aqua took a peek. Poor Lea was looking blue in more ways than one.
“Come on guys. This cake won’t bake itself,” Terra chided. “It’s no party without a cake.”
The door burst open and revealed Scrooge McDuck. “Dinnae you worry lad! Little Chef is already on the job. He’s baking a beautiful tart for the event.”
Naminé piped up, “Who is Little Chef?”
Ventus patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t ask. You do not want to know.”
Time was running out. Donald and Goofy had the most important job of all, and they had no idea where to go. Tonight’s party would be incomplete without their target. No one had heard from him in weeks, but they didn’t lose hope. They spent the last week visiting all of his favorite worlds. Halloweentown, the Caribbean, Neverland, and even Atlantica! Not a word.
Donald, ever the calm head, quacked angrily. “Why is he so irresponsible? He knows he should have his phone on him at all times!” He smacked the controls on the Gummi Ship.
“Gawrsh, you don’t think he’s avoiding us, do you?” Goofy asked quietly. Donald crossed his arms and turned away. He couldn’t entertain those kind of thoughts. They would find him, and when they did, they would drag him to his own party!
“And Riku said he wasn’t in the realm of sleep?” Donald asked.
“He didn’t see him anywhere there…” Goofy trailed off. He wasn’t one to worry; things had a way of working out. Still, after everything all of them had been through, this would be their first real chance of celebrating everything after a long time. Hopefully, it all worked out.
He checked the items on his latest list.
Martial arts with Mulan
Belly roaring at Beast’s Castle
Sledding with Elsa and Anna
Frolic in the Corona Flower Fields.
It was invigorating. Before, he was too busy saving the worlds to enjoy the life he had. Now, he was free to see all his friends whenever he wanted. The lanes between were easier to traverse now that he had the power to travel in them. He pulled his phone out and snapped a selfie (is that what Chip called it? He needed to check with Ienzo). The Corona flowers were blooming for the spring, and it was a sight to see. He couldn’t help but take a picture.
‘Can’t wait to send this one to Kairi. She’ll be so jealous,’ Sora thought. Wait, there was a notification waiting for him.
From Kairi?
Event Invitation: Your presence is requested at Le Grand Bistrot, Twilight Town 7 PM MST. It is requested, but it is also mandatory. Do not be late, you lazy bum.
What? No one told him about anything in Twilight Town! He scrolled down to find various unread messages from Donald and Goofy. It was already so late.
He held his hand to the crown at his throat. He thought of the words of his master and all those before him. May my heart be my guiding key. He was late for a very important date.
“I feel a disturbance in the Lanes Between,” Master Yen Sid, from his seat at the table, called the audience to attention. “He is coming!”
Kairi stood on the stage. “This is not a drill! This place is a disaster, and the guest of honor is on the way. Everyone to your stations!”
The Guardians of Light were not party planners. The decorations were set on fire not once, but three times. Fauna’s cake melted all over the stage. Until five minutes ago, Donald and Goofy moaned about their wayward, missing ward. All the while, Riku and Kairi kept the hope that their best friend would make it to his own birthday party.
“Psst, lass,” Kairi heard the whisper behind her. Mr. McDuck held a pretty box in his hands. “This is the contribution from Little Chef with his compliments.”
She opened the box and found the most beautiful cake she had ever seen. “Mr. McDuck, this is too much.”
“Your boy will appreciate that more than, well whatever that is.” He gestured to the goop leaning over on the other side of the stage. Kairi knew seventeen layers would be too many. She was about to respond when Riku pulled her off the stage.
“He’s here. Turn out the lights!” He called to Hayner and Pence. Holding the cake tightly, she followed Riku’s lead to the front of the room. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.
The windows of the restaurant were dark. Was he that late? His stomach fell as he pushed the door open to the bistro. “Hello? Kairi?”
The lights flickered on and he was greeted by the warmest sight in the world. Riku, Kairi, and all of his friends shouting, “Happy Birthday Sora!”
The tears stung his eyes as Riku pulled him into a hug. “Happy birthday.”
Sora wiped away a tear. “You did all this for me?” He looked around. Stars hung from all corners of the room, and attached to each one was a version of his keychains. They hung a banner in his favorite colors, red and blue. And was that a cake on the stage? Even Sora could admit the cake was lackluster, but it was the thought that counted, right? “Thank you all, so much.” He sniffled.
“Hey don’t cry before you’ve cut the cake.” He heard Kairi say. Sora looked up to see her carrying another cake. One that he had seen before.
“Happy birthday Sora,” she whispered before throwing her arms around him. He held her tightly against him, wishing he could make each moment last forever tonight.
She wiped the tears from his cheeks. “You have always done so much for all of us. Not one of us in here would be here without you. This is a small token of our appreciation.” Kairi wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
Riku draped his arm over his shoulder as well. “After all, you’re our guiding key. What better way to celebrate?”
Sora laughed. If he tried to say anything, he knew he would cry once again. “Then it’s time to party!”
Happy 17th Birthday Sora. No matter where you are, you are always in our hearts.
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secretblog1212 · 6 years
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The past is the past (stopped and maybe going to be redone later?)
So I’m gonna try and do a thing with 1-A looking at Dekus memories and I hope you all like it! I’m hoping for a couple of chapters, however long it takes me to reach key point in his life I guess. XD Don’t really have a plan, just have been wanting to do this for a while.
Of course he would be the one to get caught, Izuku thought to himself. Why does he always have to be the one to be embarrassed in front of people? The one to fall and lose.
He just had to be hit with one of the trainer heros during practice. A memory quirk or something along those lines, he muttered to himself instinctively reaching for his notebook and pen. He moved to protect Uraraka in a split second, but now he had to watch as his entire class would go through his best and worst memories.
The hero, Entrancer, moved her eyes looking for a child who wouldn’t have a dark past. They landed on the gravity girl, passing over the explosion boy and the green blob seeing into their mind the tension still held from how their past had played out. Focusing not to land on either or them she concentrated in on her ‘victim’ before a green blur ran in front of her gaze (which is used similarly to Aizawas with her glance and will). Before she could stop herself everyone was sent down their classmates memory lane.
If she could, Entrancer would stop this before any memory could be shown but once her power had begun she couldn’t stop it. Everyone had been made aware of what her power was but not how it worked, they still wanted some challenge after all but even the sensi were shocked into a stupor with the sudden change. Class 1-A failed their objective, get the ‘citizens’ who were their teacher at the moment, to safety with minimal altercation, a very important lesson.
The teens looked around, also shocked by the change of scenery. The memory went black looking for something revealing about the boys past, whether it be good or bad. Within that time she was able to explain the situation, her and Eraser Head making eye contact and having their own, three second conversation without speaking. This was not going to be good.
A memory started to abruptly play, and the plot behind Midoriya Izuku's past began to thicken.
***
Izuku watched as his class was explained what had happened but none of them could see him, the Entrancer explain where he had gone with, “He is getting his mind and memories read by my quirk to find different things that greatly affected him.” This was going to go horribly if that was true, and he knew it was.
He hoped nothing incriminating would come up but knew it wouldn't be long before his entire class knew he had been quirkless. He felt sick to his stomach.
A memory must of been selected as he could see it start to play out, he carefully observed his classmates reaction, especially one Bakugou Katsuki.
A small, green haired child was running outside in the forested area behind Kacchans house, just like they always did. The blond was still inches taller then he was but that didn’t seem to matter to them as they laughed with each other innocently.
Midoriya could see Kacchan go pale, and hear his “Oi! Turn this shit off you hag!” Before he was shushed by the other eighteen students who were in awe at seeing the two interact before whatever happened between them must of occured. Everyone was shocked when there was no more argue coming from the explosive teen.
As the two ran around a tree Kacchan stopped, Izuku did not. The smaller stumbled from nearly knocking both the toddlers over. Kacchan smiled at him though and told him he had something to tell him. Izuku nodded and smiled, wondering what was so important that his best friend had to take him so far out in the woods to say.
“I talked to my mamma and she said when two people really like each of’er then they get married and get rings and then they live together! An-and greens my fav’rite and you’re green so we hav’ to go and get married, okay? Then we can live together forever and ever and be best best friends!” The blonde boy stammered and struggled over as few words but was grinning, proud of himself for using so many big words.
“B-b-but Kacchan? What ‘bout our mommies? We can’t leave them. And we d-don’t have any wings to go get m-mar-red.”
Kacchan looked upset when he didn’t get the immediate yes he wanted before he looked back up into Izuku’s eyes. “Can’t ‘leive I forgot!” He pulled out a napkin and unfolded it gently in his palm. “See! He’s green just like you! So now we can get married and live at your mommies house because she’s less scary then mamma! And then you can be my wife and well grow up and get a family and be best friends and heroes together Izuchan!”
Midoriya blushed at the interaction. He only had vague memories of this, but he could remember feeling overjoyed that he was going to be Kacchans wife. Speaking of Kacchan, he didn’t look to be taking this memory very well. Even from the distance he was, Izuku could see Bakugou fighting off a bright red blush, his arms crossed in front of him, but he managed to stay silent at the coos and awes that were aimed at him, how Deku would never know.
“Awe you guys were so cute.”
“I’ve never seen Bakugou so nice and happy before. Scary.”
“That’s so different from how you are now! What happened?!”
“Izuchan?”
The blond just looked down to the ground and refused to meet any of his classmates eyes, or answer any of the jumbled questions half directed at him and half to the air.
The memory played on and Kacchan placed a fluffy, light green caterpillar on Izuku's hand before taking his other and exclaiming that they would have to go tell their moms the good news!
They ran through the trees much like they had many times before before reaching the Bakugou house and finding an almost exact replica of Katsuki himself. They all knew now that he got his mother's looks.
“Mamma! Mamma look! Me and Izuchan are married now So i’m gonna go live at his house with Auntie Inko!”
“Huh? What do you mean you got married to Izuku?” She said amused crouching down so her energetic four year old could show her the smaller child he had been dragging, stumbling behind him as they ran. He pulled his hand out and showed her the caterpillar still clinging to his hand but slowly climbing up his wrist.
“See Mamma! I even go thim a caterpillar ring because it was green and greens my favorite which is why I have to marry Izuchan! Because he’s green and I really really like him!”
“Izuku decided to add to the conversation with his small voice, “And Kacchan says I’m gonna be his wife and were gonna be best friends forever now.”
Mutsuki smiled at the two, barely four years old and not old enough to understand what being married really meant. “Okay, let me go get my camera so we can remember your an-i-ver-sah-rey, anniversary. That’s a day where something important happens.” before standing and walking through the backdoor snickering to herself, she quickly came back and told her boys to stand next to each other. Kacchan quickly took it upon himself to pull Izuchan tightly against him in a hug, not that Izuku minded at all, he liked it when his best friend, his Husband he guessed now, hugged him.
Their picture was quickly taken and the memory ended with Kacchans “Oh wait, I almost forgot!” And smashing his and Izuku's mouths together for a second before pulling apart again and giggling with each other. It wasn’t quick enough to stop his mother from taking another picture though.
The group erupted into laughter and questions.
“So cute!” “You were adorable.” “You guys are married?” “I need that picture.”
All of the noise was cut off however when Katsuki’s hands began to give off smoke and a growl was heard from his throat as he held himself back from attacking his classmates. “Shut the fuck up you ass wipes! We were just kids so it didn’t mean anything and Deku is still a useless fuck all Deku! So shut your fucking mouths before I blow your heads off!”
Silence ensued. Bakugou breathed a sigh of relief.
The heroes cleared their throats and looked fixedly around the room, giving no room for buts even if they didn’t know what it was for in some cases like Kiminari, Uraraka and Koda.
“Now,” Said Enchanter. “The next memory will play soon, I expect you all to remain respectful of, Deku you called him, of Dekus privacy and not bother that boy much about things either. This is an accident and I cannot apologise enough to the green haired boy for what is happening but I can enforce that you all remain mature.”
More silence ensued in shock of how seriously she was taking this. None except Bakugou knew anything about Izuku’s past and they were all intrigued to know more.
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