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erwinsvow · 2 months

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thinking about being rafe’s calm. when he’s about to actually start pushing and throwing punches and yelling, but if you’re there and run up to him and drag him away, he complies—lets you talk him out of the situation and walk back to his quiet car or an empty room. he’ll listen when you speak, when you try to calm him down, hug him, kiss him, until he stops seeing red.

the first time it happens he feels embarrassed on the inside—wondering how long you’ve had such a big influence on him. feels weird like he shouldn’t be reliant on anyone but himself, feels like it’s wrong because he’s supposed to be protecting you and not the other way around.

he buries these thoughts the next time it happens, with his dad. you two were eating breakfast or maybe cleaning up after, he can’t remember, when ward comes in to have a discussion with rafe. he politely asks you to step out for a second but you glance up at rafe, and he looks so hard and angry already that you decide it’s better if you stay. ward starts talking—things that don’t make any sense to you but must mean something to your boyfriend—and you can almost feel rafe getting tense, his fist balling and jaw clenching.

on your side of the counter, his dad can’t see your hands, so you take rafe’s fist into your palm and force him to relax his fingers, holding his hand and gently rubbing his palm with your thumb, bringing him into a hug the second ward walks away. you can feel his heart thudding when you’re so close like this, fingers running through his hair to help him stay calm. you’re surprised it even works, proud of yourself for trying and not being too scared.

it’s a little bit harder with lots of people around. rafe’s prone to getting agitated by pogues no matter what they do. it doesn’t help that they’re all sarah’s friends now—seems like he interacts with them twice as much. you know it’s inevitable to stop them from yelling at each other, that these are just people who will never get along with each other, but you still try.

sometimes it doesn’t take much more than a tug of his arm while your hands are in each others to get him to walk away. it’s like if you make him realize you’re standing next to him, that he’s not alone and doesn't have to be alone ever again, he can snap out of it. it’s been working more and more recently, you think, incredibly pleased with yourself. rafe’s happy so you’re happy, and the two of you both know it and don't have to talk about it.

then comes a big one—your boyfriend is as angry as you’ve ever seen him. you don’t know what’s happened, just that you want to help him. you’re starting not to care who’s at fault, who caused this, and you’re beginning to blame everyone else for even doing something that makes rafe angry. that sentiment is a little brainwashed, you reflect, but you don’t really care anymore.

someone throws a punch and rafe’s not going to back down from a fight. when someone finally tears them apart, your boyfriend’s bleeding from a cut on his face and has a big bruise forming on the other side. you don’t look at the other guy because you know it’s worse. you drag rafe to his truck, heart beating fast—feeling really upset yourself. you thought you were getting better at this, that you were good for him, but you weren’t able to do anything today. you’re both silent in the truck, until you use your sleeve to wipe away some of the blood on his temple, sniffling.

“just took a punch and you’re the one crying?” but it doesn’t come out harsh, the way you’d expect. he says it soft and gentle, like he’s mad at himself for making you cry. his tone doesn’t help matters so you start crying even harder.

“hey, hey, come here-” and in a few swift motions, you’re out of your seat and sitting on his lap, face buried in his neck while you get the collar of his shirt damp. “m’sorry, baby, didn’t mean to scare you.” you pull away to look at him, tears glittering in your pretty eyes and cheeks wet.

“i’m sorry,” you finally get out, quiet and weepy. you’re disappointed in yourself.

“what’re you apologizing for?” he asks, and you cry harder, unable to meet rafe’s eyes.

“i couldn’t stop it, i’m supposed to stop and help you so this doesn’t happen-”

rafe’s not stupid—he knows what you do when you see him getting upset. he knows it and he’s thankful and he loves you, but he starts to feel the worst he’s ever felt thinking that you’re in tears because he couldn’t hold back from punching some stupid, inconsequential guy.

“hey, c’mon, stop crying.” rafe’s hands come up to wipe away your fresh tears, guiding you back onto his chest while you’re still sobbing. “hey, listen to me, no tears. you’re good, right?” you nod. “so be a good girl and listen to me.”

you sniffle again, quieting down and listening to rafe’s voice and the thud of his heart against your ear.

“i love that you make me feel better. but it’s not gonna work every single time, okay? can’t have you in tears every time i get pissed or you’ll die from dehydration.” you laugh a little, breathing hard.

“i just wanna help.”

“yeah?” he asks, getting another idea. “anyway you can?”

you nod against his shirt eagerly.

that’s how you get like this—in the backseat of his truck, your legs folded back to your chest and rafe’s hands pushing you into the seat and holding you in place. he slams in and out of you at a brutal place, probably one so intense the entire truck is shaking from the outside. your eyes roll back at each thrust, the pain in your limbs from the tight fit and position dissipating as rafe starts to talk to you.

“this’ll help me, baby, every time-” and you interrupt with a particularly loud moan when he moves a hand to play with your clit. “feel good? i’ll never get angry again, promise. jus’ let me do this every time.”

#some rafe to start the day<3 #i like this one!!!#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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talaok · 2 years

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Bad influence

Request: Can you make a Joe Quinn one where him and the reader have been together since 5 months of shooting season 4 and the reader had been in since the 1st but they met on set of 4 and when the premiere is there they act all goofy together and stuff and the cast gets asked if he are normaly like that which we are and we also get those questions? :) it doesnt make sense but it popped i my head.And when there are interviews for this sesson which they also do together they also act like that like never serious and stuff

Warnings:none

*I don’t know if this was exactly what you wanted,but I really tried and I hope you like it!*

"come on Joe, they're waiting!" "I know! It's these bloody shoes" he shouted from the other room. You were in front of the door, ready to go while he was still getting prepared. The driver had arrived ten minutes before and was waiting in front of the hotel. You rolled your eyes and exhaled dramatically. "I swear to god Joseph, if you make me late for the world premiere, I will kill you" you said marching towards him. "got it got it got it" he said hopping in order to get the shoe on. The technique somehow worked and he straightened up and looked at you with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry babe" You scowled at him "Let's go" you said exasperated reaching your hand out for him to take. He took a step towards you and took it, looking at you with his big brown eyes. "has anyone ever told you that you look really hot when you're angry?" he asked, putting his free arm around your back, and pulling you closer to him. You raised your eyebrows and looked at him amusingly "Yes, you. All the time" His lips twitched into a smug grin as he leaned down to kiss you briefly. "Well, it's true" he whispered against your lips. "Shall we go?"

This was the 4th premiere you were attending and it was so crazy to think about. You could still remember how scared you felt the first time. it was 2016 and this was your first big role, and even though the event was relatively small, since it was just the first season and no one knew about it yet, you remember how you froze in front of the photographers and managed to look like a scarecrow in all of the photos, not to mention how you panicked completely when you had to be interviewed and asked the reporter to repeat the initial question at least twice before finally answering. But you had gotten better throughout the years, now you knew how to pose, how to answer questions without giving too much away, and how to always look like you knew what you were doing, even when you didn't. So this time, it made sense to think that you would be completely at ease, but you weren't, you weren't because this time Joseph was gonna be there, and as much as you loved him, let's just say that he wasn't exactly the most well-behaved and serious celebrity. And that wouldn't have been that much of a problem, if it wasn't for the fact that he was also a bad influence on you. For the past two weeks, you had done many interviews to promote the new season, and, at first, you used to always get paired up with him since most of your scenes were together, but after about a week of being yelled at by both of your agents and at one point even by the production because you were never serious and never actually answered any of the questions, you got separated for good. But now you were gonna be together the whole night and only God knows what Joe could come up with.

The driver stopped right in front of the entrance and you could already hear all of the fan's screams. You had managed to arrive late and everyone was already in. Great, just great you thought as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself. You remained shocked as you opened them back up. You were alone in the car, Joe was nowhere to be seen. "What the fu-" you muttered to yourself, just as the car door opened and the sunlight momentarily blinded you. As your vision cleared you noticed who had opened the door and immediately shook your head disapprovingly but smiling, diverted. "Ms. Y/LN, they're waiting for you" Joe said with a formal tone, as he reached out his hand to help you out of the car. "Why thank you Mr. Quinn" you said, imitating his tone, and getting out of the car. Right in front of you was the red carpet and on both sides of it were bunches of screaming fans, yelling both of your names. You smiled nervously at him and he looked around "This looks fun" he said raising his eyebrows, clearly impressed by the amount of people he was looking at. "I know right?" you joked before starting down the carpet.

The autographs and photos part was always your favorite, you loved seeing how happy the fans were when you talked to them or hugged them. It was probably the best part of your job. Unfortunately, since you were late you couldn't spend that much time there and had to quickly get to the photograph's part.

The whole cast had to take individual photos, then some with everyone and ultimately everyone could take pictures with whoever they wanted. The first part was fairly easy. This year there was a panel with the series name as a background, so you positioned yourself in front of it and started posing until they told you you were good to go. You walked away to where the rest of the cast was standing. "Oh hey Y/N" Maya greeted you enthusiastically. "Hi!" you hugged her quickly. You said hi to everyone else and went back to Maya's side. Joe was getting his pictures taken and just as you looked at him you snorted and covered your mouth to stop yourself from laughing out loud. he was standing there . Not smiling, not posing, literally just standing there. he looked like he had no idea where he was and had just stumbled across the red carpet. Maya noticed your expression and gave you a puzzled look "I'm sorry it's just-" you snorted again "look at him" you nodded towards him. Maya chuckled softly "Yeah... men" You burst out laughing and Joe turned his head to look at you quizzically. You waved him off while still giggling and he got back to the photographers, who in the meantime had started yelling at him to look at them.

"We gotta take a picture together babe" you said excitedly as everyone went their way after the group photo. He licked his lips and smirked"Absolutely" he said sarcastically. You smiled widely, took his hand, and walked to the panel. He put his arm around your back and you did the same, posing in front of the photographers. "This is boring" he said after just a few seconds and you tilted your head and looked at him sternly "Whatever you have in mind I'm not doing it" you whispered. He raised his eyebrows and gave you a smug grin "I wanna pick you up". "See, that's exactly what I was talk-" you couldn't even finish the sentence as he bent down and with a hand on your back and one behind your legs swiftly picked you up, and in a matter of seconds you found yourself in his arms. You couldn't help but laugh as he grinned at you. "I knew you would have liked it"

before the actual showing of the first episode, the whole cast had to be interviewed in small groups and now it was your turn. You made your way on the stage and towards the two journalists, a man and a woman, while waving at the roaring audience, followed by Joe and Maya. "Welcome guys!" they greeted you as you all did the same. "This is very exciting, isn't it? this is the biggest premiere you had, so many people are here, waiting impatiently to see the new season, how does that feel?" "It feels great! we're very excited for you to see it, we worked hard on it and we hope you like it" Maya said, and as she finished, the interviewer looked at you and joe encouraging you to speak "Uhh... Yeah" Joe took the lead " I mean, yeah" he cleared his throat "Everything she said" he answered panicked, making you giggle softly. You looked at him amused and gave him a thumbs-up, making fun of him. He bit his lip to hold back a smile. "Great!" the male journalist spoke up. "How was the red carpet? There were so many fans this time! How did it feel, all of that love?" he asked "Well... it felt great. I always enjoy meeting all of them and this time, as you said there were so many and it was just extraordinary" you answered. "And Joseph, this is your first big premiere, how does it feel?" As he said his name, Joe widened his eyes, and you smiled at his reaction. "It feels" he paused and looked around "It feels... terrifying" he answered half-laughing. The journalists chuckled "Well at least Y/N is here with you, that must make it easier" he assumed "You would think that, wouldn't you? except for the fact that she was literally laughing at me before when they were taking my pictures" he looked accusatorily at you and you busted out laughing, turning around to hide. "Wait, Y/N, did you really?" the woman asked, clearly amused. You turned back around and tried to hold back a laugh as you saw Joe pretending to be angry at you. "Well yes" you began "But I can explain" "Yeah, sure you can" Joe commented, making you laugh softly again "It's just that the way he poses is really funny to me" you tried explaining. "Oh great, thanks a lot BABE, very supportive of you" you laughed again, this time with everyone else in the room. "Ok, ok, ok" the interviewer tried to get everyone focused again. "So tell us about this season. How was filming it and working all together again?" "Oh, it was great!" Maya answered "I really missed everyone and we just had so much fun on set, it was incredible" she finished "Yeah, it was really cool. It was really fun seeing everyone again and working with them, it felt like an eternity had gone by since we last did that, so it was just great." you said smiling. It was joseph's turn. "Well, I didn't know anyone so one day I just showed up on set and met them all and thought..."these people are awful, what did I get myself into?" And then I met Y/n and I was like "Oh no, this is gonna be hell, isn't it?" and then it was." he joked. "Oh yeah, same for me. I forgot about that, I met him and I immediately wanted to quit, but unfortunately, I had already signed the contract" You said raising your shoulders in sign of resignation. The interviewers both laughed and you smiled at each other. "Do you always get interviewed together? Because I'm starting to think it's not such a good idea" the man joked "Oh, you're kidding, but it's true." Maya said" I have been sent here literally just to babysit. The original plan was to send them together but then they actually thought about it and were like..no, that's not a good idea" she continued, making you laugh embarrassed "Well you're doing a terrible job Maya, let me tell you" Joe sarcastically said, making everyone laugh again. "ok, unfortunately, we need to wrap up. so, very quickly, describe season 4 in just three words. Maya, you go fist" "Scary... music and... sad" she answered it was your turn and you panicked. why couldn't they tell you the question before so that you could prepare them already? "Uhhh, vecna, funny and... gay" Everyone laughed "gay?" the woman asked confused You snorted "Yes, well at least to me" "ok... moving on, Joe?" "well I think Y/N is totally right so I'm gonna say...very much gay" You grinned at him"we're gonna get yelled at again, aren't we?"

You left the stage and Sadie, Priah and Caleb came on. You decided to stay back a moment to see how they did. "Welcome everyone" the woman said as they all greeted her. And just as they positioned themselves between the two interviewers, Priah's mic fell from her hand, "I'm sorry I'm very nervous" she said, as she retrieved it. "Oh, don't worry. Y/N and Joe were just here before you and I promise you you can't do worse than them" the woman reassured her "Yeah, that was really something... are they always like that?" the man asked curiously Caleb laughed "Oh god, I'm sorry you had to go through that. No, but yeah, they are always like that. Trust me, filming with them is always a fun experience"

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn stranger things #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x fem!reader #stranger things x reader #reader #joseph quinn x y/n #fluff #request #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season four #starnger things #joseph quinn fic

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itsabouttimex2 · 14 days

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE YOUR AU!!!!! IT'S SO GOOD!!! op, your ideas are fantastic, you're really creative and an awesome writer!! 💫🌟

The monkiefam dynamic is so fun to read about — and pretty sad in MK's case, the poor guy.

Hopefully it's not too dark of a question, but how brutal does MK get during the primal moon? If he gets too violent with reader, does Wukong or Mac try stopping him or would they just let the natural pecking order happen?

I feel so bad for him, he's is gonna have a hell of a time acknowleding all the stuff he did during the primal moon week :/

Thank you so much, that means a lot to me! I’m glad people like my silly little things! (UPDATED to add a few extra characters!)

Thankfully for Y/N, MK isn’t too brutal- I don’t think they’ll come out with anything worse than a sprained wrist or ankle. The trauma will persist far beyond their injuries, however. When the last green moon of the week fades, he’s positively distraught.

Lining his hand curiously up to a slap mark on Y/N’s cheek to check it, tears brimming in his eyes when it lines up too perfectly to be a coincidence.

I don’t know whether he heartbrokenly distances himself or tries to make up for it with extreme smothering. The poor kid just wanted to spend what was supposed to “just another green moon” with one of his best friends.

And as for Macaque, though he’d really like to help Y/N… he just doesn’t have the ranking. MK is above him in the hierarchy, so he genuinely can’t do anything to upset or piss him off. This only that accomplishes is him getting smacked around right beside Y/N. All he can really do for them is apply herbal balm and bandages after the fact. If he hasn’t had a deal applied to his powers yet, Macaque might think about trying his shadow portals, but… it’s probably better not to risk having two angry monkeys on his tail, demanding to know where he’s hidden their beloved cub/rookie.

Sun Wukong is crazy delusional under the moon’s influence- to him, Y/N getting thrown and tosses all around is just “playfighting”, so he won’t interfere until after things get genuinely harmful. The moment he hears his little “cub” scream and start to cry, Old Sun is there in a second, bringing them into his arms and cooing softly. If they come to him begging for protection and use a “Bàba” to sweeten the deal, they’ll have his shelter for a number of hours, so it’s not impossible to get away from MK… just very hard.

And even after learning that something as severe as a broken wrist has occurred, Wukong coddles MK and forgives him on your behalf, writing the whole thing off as an accident. Not that you get any less smothering then him- you’re now stuck in bed with stuff bandages and surrounded by young mountain monkeys and sweet fruit. In a way, it saves you from any further rough play.

All three of them are dangerous in their own ways, of course. None are outright above “disciplining” you, with slaps or bites or shoves. There’s no bone-shattering or flesh-tearing, but they make you afraid that there will be.

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After the Primal Moon ends, there’s a lot of patching-up to do afterwards. For example…

Pigsy has to come down from the constant self-drugging, taking more than a few hours to compose himself and make the rounds with his friends, calling them all up in short order. Once he’s gotten through everyone- Tang, Sandy, Mei, even her parents… then he spends a few minutes making sure he hasn’t gored any holes into his restaurant. Unlocks the windows and doors, but doesn’t flip the open sign.

He’s not up to deal with customers right now. All he wants is to check on his kids.

He’ll take MK and you out to eat today, he thinks. You’ve both earned it, after a week of isolation up in your shared room, under strict instructions to stay inside and come down for no one and nothing.

Red Son is always horribly humiliated when everything is said and done, a groaning and red-faced mess of shame. Another week of essentially devolving into a child, desperate for love and attention. Another, slow, grudging week of constant begging for skinship and words of praise. Needless to say, he’s pissed off and looking for an outlet, and beating on the numerous Bull Clones just doesn’t seem all too enticing… when he’s got a much squishier target who’ll actually squirm and yelp?

Sure, he’s not going to outright mangle you. No permanent burns. No shattered spine. And he’ll take pity on you eventually and stop with the torment. After a few months, he might even start to like you.

Let’s hope you get there mostly unscathed.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Primal Moon #Yandere Sun Wukong #Yandere MK #Yandere Macaque #Yandere Pigsy #Yandere Red Son #Monkiefam

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justjams2003 · 4 months

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Fast Pace- 13

Am I being mean by releasing the last 3 chapters week for week? Maybe just a bit 🤭

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, a garbage family, family trauma, disowning, tell me if I missed any

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Part 12 ~Part 14 (coming soon)

“Elle dort profondément, la journée a été longue.” Y/N’s brother and parents both look up at me in shock. I can’t help but laugh at their expressions. We’ve been here three days and if it weren’t for her family, it would be idyllic.

We’ve gone hiking in the beautiful mountains, she’s shown me all around her hometown. She has so many memories here, a lot of them good, but when I hear the things her mother says to her, I can’t but wonder if she’s sugar coating some of it.

“What? You didn’t think that me, a million-dollar man who travels the world every day, with a French teammate, wouldn’t speak French? Not even a little?” I can only sigh at their foolishness; I see now why my sweet girl is so easy to...shape. Luckily for her, she has me and no one would dare hurt her with me around. Her family, however, after what I’ve seen they don’t get the same lenience.

I sit down on the table, “Tell me, how much do you want?” If I was some old-timey villain I would take out my checkbook and write some obscure numbers with lots of zeros. Her brother furrows his brows, “How much of what?”

I chuckle, I thought at least he would be smarter, I guess not. “Money. How much do you want to never speak to Y/N ever again?” Her mother scoffs and begins rambling about just how important she is to her.

“Look, you’re a terrible influence on my precious girl. You make her feel terrible about herself after I spent all that time convincing her otherwise. Now, we can do as normal families do and only see each other on the holidays. Even then, it’s going be exhausting for her. So, why don’t we just take a short cut? How much money for you to kick her out of your life, permanently?” Her brother looks appalled and disgusted.

His fist goes to find my jaw, but I catch his hand before he even comes close. “Be serious, you might be a rough and tough city farm boy, but I’ve spent years of my life practising my reflexes.” I take him by his shoulders and shove him back down in his chair. “How much will it be, mom, dad? Fifty thousand, a hundred thousand, or shall we go into the millions?” Everyone goes quiet at the numbers I’m talking of.

“See? That wasn’t so hard? Now, Cash or Card?”

“They’re so unbelievable! You know what, no, I’m glad that they did this. She’s been nothing but a cruel bitch all my life. Now that I’m happy, she hates it.” She screams into the phone, she’s standing next to the bathroom trying to get some distance from other people.

“No, I don’t care if they’re my family, who says that to someone?” She scoffs, likely she’s talking to Jasmine and Ilsa, I know Alex and Kika would defend me.

She’s angry, a wrinkle in a brow and I just want to make it all go away. Maybe even, I’ll have to get rid of those two friends as well. They’re not good for her either. “I know I’ve only known him for a month and a half, but it’s been the best few weeks of my life! It’s been better than anything I’ve had with that fucked family of mine. And the fact that you two can’t see that, really shows me something about you two.”

Her footsteps are loud on the floor of the plane. She throws her phone on the seat and plops herself down in my lap. Instantly her head finds the crook of my neck and her small hand takes fists full of my shirt. She pulls me as close as possible to me and wrap my arms around her. This is where she belongs, nowhere else but in my arms.

Her whole-body shakes as sobs make its way through her. “No te preocupes, mi dulce niña. Estoy aquí para ti. No importan, sólo estamos tú y yo. Just you and me. You have me now, you don’t need them.” I soothe her cries, rubbing circles on her back as she mumbles on about how awful they are and how evil they’re being.

I know it’s better for her in the long run, but it hurts my heart to see her like this. Hurting. At the same time, having her cling to me as if I am her lifeline is a feeling I can’t help but savour.

“Carlos, where are we going?” A sigh escapes me. “Singapore, for the next race. But I have to talk to you about it.” She raises her head; she has these big doe eyes that has this melting effect on me. Yet at the same time, it makes the khaki’s I’m wearing tighter than I’d like it to be. “This is going to be the hardest race of the year. For the rest of the week until at least Friday, I’m going to be very busy with very hard training.”

I know for a fact that this is the worst time possible to leave her alone. Right now, I need to be with her every moment. She has to be with me and no one else otherwise my whole plan will be for nothing. I have to be the only one comforting her, if not she’ll think that she can rely on others. My sweet thing whines at the realisation and goes to hide her face again but I stop her before she does.

“I know, I’m sorry. But, I really don’t want to leave mi dulce niña alone, no?” She shakes her head, wiping her tears with the same hoodie I’d given her at the very beginning. I might have blasted the AC, just to see her wear it again. I know it gives her comfort and she just looks like a doll with it on. So small and so cute, I feel as if the love is oozing from my heart.

“Now, we have one of two options. It’s not too late, we can still turn this plane around. Get you a nice, big apartment somewhere in France.” She stops me before I can even continues.

“No, I don’t ever want to see that damn country ever again. What if I see one of them again? I’d much rather live on the streets.” I can’t help but smirk, taking her small hands into mine.

“I thought so. What about somewhere in Madrid? Why don’t you move in with me?” Her eyes go even bigger and bites down on that puffy lower lip of hers. I adjust her to sit on my other leg, the friction between us making me rock hard. Soon after, her eyes avoid mine. Her eyebrows pull together and I can’t help but reach up and smooth the crinkle in her forehead.

So much seems to be running through her mind, and it shouldn’t be. Things should be easy for her, look pretty and be my pet. That should be the end of it. But this world can be so heartless and make the important people in our lives hurt. “Tell me, mi niña bonita, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

She sighs and then gives me those big doe eyes again. This time they’re all puffy from crying, and she looks just as beautiful as the day I met her. “Daddy, I don’t want to leave your side.”

Her words are like lava through my body. I take her chin and give her a kiss on her cheek. “I know, baby, but what other option is there? Follow me everywhere I go? You’ll get bored, I’m sure.” She doesn’t hesitate and shakes her head.

“No, no, I promise. I’ll be good.” This would be more perfect than any other option. Having her by my side for the whole world to see. “I don’t know, cosas dulce,” it’s mostly just an act, I want her to beg. “Please Daddy, please?” She jumps ever so slightly on my lap and I can’t help but holding her waist to keep her still, not knowing how much longer I can hold out. Especially when she’s like this.

Y/N takes her small hands and hold my face. Then she places a kiss on my cheek, then the other. I take her petite hands in mind. “Oh, alright, but no whining missy.” I hold out my hand, showing how stern I am. But she wraps her fingers around mine and gives me the biggest brightest smile. “You know I can’t say no to you.”

“Carlos?” I had just finished pretty extensive training for the race. The whole gym room’s heat is all the way up to 30 Degrees Celsius, sweat is dripping off me. My hair is wet, luckily my girl gave me one of her headbands to keep my hair out of my face.

I could see her eyeing me the whole time. I couldn’t bare the heat much long, and just had to take my shirt of. Or maybe it was tactical to get her attention, nobody will ever know.

“Yes, mi querido?” She gets up from her seat, discarding her phone which she had been so engulfed in before. Her hips sway, she too is sweating and is wearing the smallest little shorts I’ve seen in a while. It entrances me, every time she walks, the way her legs move. The way those tiny shorts sits a way below her naval. Showing off what all the boys are missing out on.

Y/N makes her way over to me, her fingers dancing on my shoulder. “No, mi cosa bonita, you don’t want to touch me. I’m sweaty and smelly.” She scoffs and wraps her arms around my neck. “You’re saying that like I care.” I can’t help but chuckle at her attitude. Yes, last week changed her, but so far it’s for the better. My hands find her hips, “You’ve been looking so good lately, cosas dulce.”

Her laugh alights my whole body. “You’ve been using that one a lot lately, I’ll have to google it,” I pretend to wince at her words. “No, cosas dulce, I might get in trouble.” Now she really does laugh, throwing her head back like she does when she’s comfortable. “Why do you laugh?” She shakes her head, “You, Mister Sainz, could never get in trouble with me. You’ve been nothing but perfect.”

I pull her closer to me, our hips touching the other. “Is that so? I’ll have to hold you up to that.” I can’t help but place kisses all over her bare neck. “Except right now.” My heart rises and I’m just glad the monitors aren’t on.

Has she found out? No, no it can’t be. If she did, she’d be a lot more upset. Or would she? Would she be happy that I did it? Relief to get rid of them and have them well cared for at the same time. She doesn’t look happy now, but she doesn’t look to upset.

“I’m scrolling through Instagram, right, only to see an edit about you. Guess my surprise that I found out through an Instagram reel that I missed your birthday!” Oh yes, that, is that really all? I can’t help but laugh at how serious she is. “You didn’t miss it; we did celebrate it.” Her eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?” I love the way her long hair sways to the side when she’s confused.

“Your fashion show, after the shopping trip. It was more than enough of a present for me. Not to mention you got the sunglasses, with our initials on them.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“You keep calling me hardheaded, but you can be even more dense than me.” I laugh, she can be so complex. Switching from soft and needing to be held one moment, to sassy and chatty the next. I love every moment.

A hum escapes me, “Aren’t you brave, talking to me like that, cosas dulce?” She ignores my words and carries on. “It doesn’t count as a birthday gift, if I didn’t even know it’s your birthday.” I sigh, seeing now that she’s going to be persistent on this. “That’s why I love it so much. You gave me a gift without even knowing. Call it something poetic, like our souls just knowing, or something simple. Like the kindness you give me that no one else does.”

She pushes out her bottom lips and her eyes go all big again. “Carlos, that’s really beautiful.” She pulls me down by the neck and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Oh, how I cherish those. I remember each and every one. “But, at least allow me to make you dinner tonight.” I don’t want her going through all the trouble, or making too much of a fuss.

“Don’t bother, cosas dulce. There’s no point in celebrating. 34 Years and I spent most of them racing, to no avail. A team that fucks me over, another year with no win and still no championship behind my name. And the rookies are getting younger and younger, and better and better. I’m sure I’ll lose my seat in a year or two and after that, it’s retirement for me.”

I didn’t mean to spill out all my thoughts just like that. But when she looks at me with those eyes, I wan’t to tell her everything.

She cooes and pulls me tight in her arms. “Don’t talk like that. I’m sure you want our kids to see you race at least once.” What? She surprises me again and again. This is good, very good. She’s seeing what I see. Our goals are aligning. Before long I’ll have her all to myself. “You mean it?” Her smile lights up the room and my life.

“Of course, now give me your card. Brutis, Otis and I are going grocery shopping.” That’s my girl. No longer afraid to ask. “You know where it is, cosas dulce.”

I can hear music blasting through the hotel room, along with my girl screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs, like always. She’s dancing and swaying to the music. Her hips move in ways that entice. But the most attractive thing about her, is that she looks as happy as can be. Pure joy radiates off her like the sun’s rays. Nothing is as beautiful as her delight and I just need to be a part of it.

I scoop her up in my arms and place her on the first open space on the counter. She breaks out in giggles, “Aren’t I glad you’re feeling better,” she mutters between laughs as I make marks all over her neck and shoulders.

“How can I not with such a beauty in my arms?” She blushes and still giggles as my scruff tickles her. But soon she gently pushes me away, not far, by the chest. Her hands there is like fuel to my engine. Sparking my whole body to keep her here, trapped.

“You’re just in time,” she smiles jumping off and plating the food she had made. “I made Fideuà.” At just the mention, memories of my childhood come rushing back. Big Christmas family dinners, with lots of people. Kids running around, screaming with delight, as people laugh and drink lots of wine. “Ah, mi amor, now you are bringing back some good memories, no?”

Y/N’s smile is big as she hands me the plate and pours some white wine. The first bite is perfect, the taste of fish explodes in my mouth. After it’s the texture of the pasta and the hint of Saffron.

“Wow, I must say, mi amor, this is as good as Mama’s.” This makes her smile as wide as ever. “Really, you mean it? You’re not lying?” There are some slight differences, but it’s incredibly hard to notice. I shake my head no.

“It’s almost identical.” She blooms with joy and her cheeks are just so faintly red. “Caco sent me the recipe from your mom.” I should have known. “My, my, already in kahoots with my family.” I pull her into my lap as we both enjoy our dinners. “Speaking of, mi amor, I want you to meet my family. And I know you still feel unsure about moving in with me. But if you meet my parents and see the city...”

Her gaze is stuck on her dinner as she just moves the shrimp around. “I’ll meet your parents, but I won’t promise you anything.” That’s good enough. That’s more than good enough.

Xxxx

There is a blazing heat through the paddock. Everyone is sweating and I can only imagine Carlos must be so uncomfortable in his racing suit. Boiling hot, you can see his hair is sweating but you know he won’t wear his headband in public.

It’s a maybe five minutes until they play the national anthem. Yet still through the flurry of everything and everyone he still makes his way towards where you stand with Caco in the garage.

He hands you his drink, with the weird tube and everything, clearly given to him by Rupert. “Here, it’s very hot, remember to drink a lot of water.” You sigh and take him by the race suit.

“Carlos. Your race starts in twenty mintues, you shouldn’t be bothering yourself with me.” He clicks his tongue. “Siempre tan testarudo,” you sigh, you’ve googled it before and he says it so much that you know he’s calling you hardheaded.

“Carlos!” The people call out his name, they could get a penatly if he misses the song. “I’m coming! Caco, asegúrate de que bebe mucha agua.” He speaks to his cousin, who agrees. He goes to leave but you grab him by his suit and pull him back. His lips fit perfectly onto yours. He pulls you close by the waist, his other hand rake deep into your hair.

He kisses you back with such passion. Like a fire lighting between you two. Your soul finally finds rest. You’ve been wanting this for weeks and now you’re finally taking it for yourself. And you can tell by the way he holds you and pulls you closer that this is what he’s wanted. He’s been yearning for it just as much as you have.

Finally, when there is no air left in your lungs you’re forced to break apart. “I’ll move in with you.” His whole body comes alive with joy. “Really?” His smile is wider than I’ve ever seen before. “Yes really, now go before Ferrari fine me themselves!”

Hollywood Life

“Y/N Y/S/N’s content quality and quality raises, could she have gotten herself a full PR team?”

Glamour

“Fans are going crazy as the boost in Y/N Y/S/N’s conent shows new insight on her and her boyfriend Carlos Sainz’s life that’s never been seen before.”

Page Six

“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend seem to be attached at the hip.”

Us Weekly

“People are freaking out over Carlos Sainz’s post race interview: ‘The first non-Red Bull win of the season. What would you like to say?’ ‘I’d like to thank my girlfriend. She’s the reason for this trophy. I know I should be thanking the team, but I know they’d much rather have Charles win this. So, this is for her.’

E!News

“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend seen celebrating in a club with Lando Norris as the DJ.”

People Magazine

“Fans are swooning after a video of Carlos Sainz winking to his girlfriend on the first place podium surfaces.”

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ofallthingsnasty · 1 year

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henlooo!! i read ur post abt manipulator kaiser and oliver. (i’m already 20 btw) what would be their reaction if their foreign!s/o tries to escape from them and go home to their country? would they hunt them down or would they just let them go?

hello hello haha 🤗 tbh I've only thought about Kaiser with a foreign darling so far because that really tickles me - but Oliver as well? Interesting thought 👀

word count: 1k goes with this thirst post here

tags: yandere, emotional manipulation

I think neither one is the 'hunting down' type (Shidou or even Barou, however...) - but Kaiser, in my opinion, will not hesitate to utilize his fame. Soccer is really popular here in Germany and I know a fair share of players and their partners even though I am absolutely not invested in the Bundesliga and the likes. You leaving and in such an abrupt way? Basically overnight? That's going to be all over the yellow press, no doubt. He is one of Germany's best players and he won't have to lift a finger to get all eyes on your 'break-up' (Of course they don't know that you basically fled, don’t know what he’s really like behind the scenes-). The media circus will be a lot for you. You'll definitely have to go private or even delete all your socials because of the sheer amount of hate you will get (if he let you run your own, of course. He might just be the type to insist on him curating those for you, never mind the fact that you could be located through those). Your face is all you see the moment you open any European news site, aside from the more serious ones. The media will most likely smear you - and maybe even turn on you fully once Kaiser drops a few calculated words. Everyone will speculate why you left like you did, will try to analyze yours and Kaiser’s relationship until they’ve found a plausible reason. You’re better off ditching the internet or the media all together for a little while. As for Kaiser, would he ask you for forgiveness, knock on your door one night or just straight up snatch you up? Oh, no. He's too proud for that, even though he is positively seething. He's angry, first and foremost, angry that you could be so ungrateful, that you would just leave him, a goddamn superstar. You were supposed to worship him like the rest of them, not run for the hills the moment he got a little too comfortable. But I can actually see Ness sniffing your location out and paying you a tearful visit, harping on your feelings, telling you how much of a mess Kaiser is without you, how he can be so difficult but, really, he only acted the way he did because he loves you- He’ll put on his sweetest face, the biggest teary eyes. When you don't fall for it, he will turn downright nasty and berate you for it, threaten you. Don't you know what level of influence Kaiser has, how much money he has to waste? You think some measly borders will stop that? He can turn your life into hell even from a continent away, you'll see. Ness will play the errand boy for Kaiser happily - and he'll mean every word he'll say. Disloyalty towards Kaiser is just something he won’t stand. I think he'd leave you to mull over it - waiting to see if you can be scared into crawling back. But if you still don’t come back, Kaiser will make Ness’ threats come true until you do, paranoid and destitute. He can absolutely pull some strings - and he will.

Oliver doesn't have the same tools available to him - not that he isn't famous, just not as much as Kaiser - your break-up will probably be picked up by some tabloids and fans online but it won't make the waves it does with Kaiser. But forcing you back with his influence is not his style, anyways. No, Oliver will make you take him back. Willingly. I think he'd grin and bear the ‘break-up’, on the outside. He won't lose his cool over this, even though it's bothering him a lot. He'll throw himself into his work, his team, keeps that laissez-fair attitude as if his life depends on it. I don't see him as the type to come up with an intricate plan to get you back but he'll let you cool off a little and bets on your poor, little brain smoothing things over for him in retrospect. He won't pick up anyone during this time to get back at you or to make you jealous - he'll be on his best behavior, won't be mentioning the 'break-up' anywhere, won't utter a word of contempt into your direction, won't even go out to party that much. For his standards, he's turning into somewhat of a golden boy - but it really is just a ploy. To make you see how much you've changed him. To make you see how heart-broken he is. Due to his charade, you’ll probably think yourself safe - until he turns up at your door one day, with the biggest apologetic smile on his face. It’s so jarring, it actually stuns you into silence. He’ll show you just how much of a talker he can be - for hours and hours he’ll lay it on thick, won’t spare a single, oh-so-sad detail. And it’s so easy to let yourself fall for his charms again - it wasn’t all that bad, right? You’ve loved him, still kind of do - the old wounds have scarred over, the pain long gone. And with the way he eyes you, still tired from his travels, like some kicked puppy, his attention solely focused on you... You can feel a familiar tug at your heart again and before you know it, you find yourself doubting your past self. Maybe you just overreacted at times? Maybe you could have poured yourself more into the relationship, could have given him more - shown him just how much you loved him. It’s an ugly feeling of doubt, of uncertainty, of longing. Before you know it, you’ll see the relationship through a different lense and him in a much softer light - how lucky you are, then, that he is here to stay for a little while, just until you can sort your feelings out. And this time, he’s serious - and willing to show you with a shiny ring on your finger.

#blue lock x reader #yandere blue lock #oliver aiku x reader #michael kaiser x reader #yandere oliver aiku #yandere michael kaiser

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majorarenarde · 5 months

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🔥 Mars 🔥

Mars - known for aggression, motivation, conquest, acting on desire, sex, and stamina

One's mars sign can drastically influence the way they carry themselves, are seen, and impact personal relations and diplomacy. Mars is Energy.

❤️‍🔥 Mars aspecting Chiron can lead to wounds being healed through physical activity- such as martial arts. It should also be noted that it may also indicate particularly violent wounds, or wounds involving domineering men.

❤️‍🔥Mars in pisces need to learn to act on instinct. Decisions are made intuitively and felt through. Because pisces is co-ruled by Jupiter- luck tends to be on their side in accidents or conflict. The type to be in a serious car wreck without a scratch.

❤️‍🔥Mars in cancer are very moody individuals. They can be very shy in private, but project confidence in group settings. They claim to be loners, but I usually see them socializing and going with the mood of the crowd they’re in. Super sweet, but more on the guarded side of cancer placements.

❤️‍🔥Virgo mars have ANGER issues. The type to journal their darker feelings graphically. Think of constant bickering and debates as stimulating and engaging. PE teacher vibes.

❤️‍🔥Libra mars are by far the most charming libra placement I’ve encountered. They can really make everyone comfortable and smooth rough edges in their environment. The type to just shrug and go “this too shall pass” at high stress situations. Very loyal and old fashioned lovers. Their energy is directed towards unity.

❤️‍🔥Pisces mars genuinely need to have a hold on their escapist tendencies. I notice we’re either running from something or highly highly spiritual. Mediums fr tho.

❤️‍🔥 Gemini Mars 🤝 Arguing as a way to flirt

❤️‍🔥 Pluto-Mars aspects and their eternal struggle with control and power is real. You know they aren’t in a good place when they keep trying to death-grip everything in their lives.

❤️‍🔥Saturn-Mars and needing to build up tension

❤️‍🔥 Mercury-Mars and the voice *chefs kiss* 🤌🏻

❤️‍🔥 5th house mars 🤝 being addicted to high risk activities.

❤️‍🔥 Mars in 1st house can appear to always be injured/ in accidents. Commonly seen for the first time with casts and braces. Athletic. Also prone to arguing about themselves. “I’m not like that at all!” “my leg is fine! Just leave me alone, I can handle myself!” Etc

❤️‍🔥 Capricorn mars is NOTORIOUS for their waiting. I’m not saying they don’t take action (they DEFINITELY do and BOLDLY) but it’s more structured when they do. When they move, they make it so NOTHING can disrupt their foundation. They’re slow and steady FS. Very respectful of lover’s boundaries in my experience.

❤️‍🔥 Mars in 2nd house constantly argue about their worth, fortune, and their structure. Sign will color how this plays out. My mom has Aries mars in 2nd house- always arguing with people ab money, her values, eating habits, etc. my father also has mars here- but it’s Virgo, and he will debate about giving away his money, debate values, etc. he tends to be less aggressive than my mother in this house.

❤️‍🔥 Mars in 7th literally HAVE to argue with their partners. I don’t know why. They get really upset when their partners don’t argue back. They really like bratty banter.

❤️‍🔥 10th house mars 🤝 arguing with authority figures

❤️‍🔥 Mars-moon hard aspects have a hard time balancing their emotional reactions, and tend to have very impulsive responses to stimuli.

❤️‍🔥 Mars in detriment or fall signs tend to have lower energy levels and aren’t necessarily motivated to act easily.

❤️‍🔥 Mars in water signs and houses can and will be angry if those around them are. Very reflective lol. Also the type to get hype/motivated when in a crowd. Probably loves mosh pits tbh. Hard for them to release that emotion.

❤️‍🔥 Mars-Venus are charming individuals, often making peace during war, but can sometimes take out their angers and frustration on their closer friends and lovers. Could also just find conflict with social relationships.

❤️‍🔥 Mars Opposite Jupiter (cap mars) can be VERY quick. For some reason he wanted to edge himself??? Literally went in and exited immediately.

❤️‍🔥 EVERY Sagittarius Mars i have met was so funny and sooo nerdy. 10/10 my Sag Venus falls SO hard for this mars sign (esp bc its in my 5th house). Most around my age have aspects to pluto, which is very hot omg. In true fire mars fashion,(in an unserious and joking tone) i have been told by this placement, "I don't want to share you," and that they would flip off anyone checking me out.

#astrology #mars #asstrology obervations #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #rising sign #love #zodiac #witch #astroblr #witchblr

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spilledkaleidoscope · 7 months

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I am still not normal about the pale emitter amnesia au

everyone’s been talking about it from Harry’s POV but I am fascinated with the effects that would have on Kim, beyond the initial confrontation. I think a big part of his character in canon is how well-defined his sense of self is— it’s where he gets his “cool” from. Sometimes his identity is at odds with the world, and he’s very careful about what parts of himself he shows to others, but at his core Kim is someone who very much Knows who he is…

which is why it’s so fascinating to think about who he becomes when all that knowledge is stripped away in an instant. I think because he doesn’t have anything in his past that he’s actively trying to forget, he would struggle a lot more with the amnesia than Harry does— kind of in an “oh God, I used to be a fully realized person and all of that is just… gone, wtf do I do now” sort of way— and I’m still trying to figure out how the hell he’d recover from something like that.

(this of course does not even address the effects that, in turn, would have on Harry— how unmooring it would be for him to lose the person who has been his anchor, when he himself still knows so little about the world. Thinking about him telling Kim info but it’s all stuff pre-amnesia Kim told him & taking morale damage)

anyways there’s not really a question in here I’m just Having Thoughts & wanted to share

YEYEYE im also rotating the whole thing in my head! It's interesting that you specifically mention the way this may impact Kim's personality - that's actually sth I went into a bit for the (abandoned) swap AU fic I dabbled with a while back. Kim essentially being influenced by 1. Having a constant state of stress at not understanding a lot of what's happening around him (and how he's Supposed to act) and 2. Rebuilding himself on the information he can gather - even though it may be wrong. It resulted in a way more brash, angry Kim who refused to cooperate with most people and operated on the assumption that anyone might be a threat to him.

In this scenario too... I would think that his fear/discomfort around the Pale sits so deep that when he learns what happened to him it would be a lot more disturbing than Harry learning how he got into that situation.

#au where the pale emitter gives kim amnesia #Askbox

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miracles-and-butterflies · 1 year

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For @maleficent09, based on the prompt: “how the villagers see or don’t see how wrong they were about Bruno.”

Hope you enjoy!

Comments are always appreciated.

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Ajustamiento

An adjustment.

That’s what Mama had said this would be. For both him leaving the walls for the first time in ten years. And for everyone else, who hadn’t seen him in ten years.

It was an adjustment for a lot of the Madrigals too. Some struggled - Luisa had to be keenly watched over, so she wasn’t overworking herself, and Pepa would instinctively keep a locked gate over her emotions. And some found it came easily - Isabela is impressively quick at dropping that perfection, happily wrestling in the mud with her younger cousins and demanding her Abuela join in, and Dolores takes the transition of enhanced to normal back to enhanced hearing in her stride. He’s even caught her singing to herself.

It was a careful balance for him. Bruno didn’t want to fall back into the whole golden child adoration he had before his reputation crumbled away, nor did he want to remain the mysterious Madrigal that nobody talks about. Though the latter was a good premise for a play or something.

Well, at least he thought that. Turns out there was no careful balance.

Most of the older townspeople came around within seconds. They remembered him from before and knew better than the twisted gossip of recent years.

The village kids too. They were an excitable lot, brimming with questions, clearly influenced by their babysitter/friend/playmate, Camilo.

All that was left is that awkward group in the middle. Young adults. Most people in their early twenties to late thirties, still walk very apprehensively around him. They think he can’t hear them whispering too.

There’s a tug on his ruana.

He looks down to see he’s surrounded by three little boys. One of which is clutching to green fabric.

“Are you Bruno Madrigal?” The boy asks, who yanked at his ruana.

“Can you really see the future?” Pipes up another.

“Can you tell us our futures?” Questions the last.

Bruno chuckles fondly. A part of him has missed this. He remembers the days when a young Isabela, Dolores and Luisa would hound him for visions in a very similar fashion.

“Yep. I’m Bruno and I can see the future.”

The children look at him in awe.

Would it be wrong to say he feels like a celebrity?

“Who wants a vision?”

The way all their hands instantly shoot up reminds him of doing this at school. Most of the kids would come running for the solutions to homework or tests to to find out if their crush liked them back. And he remembers Mama telling him off when she found out he was charging his classmates for them.

The kids introduce themselves as Diego, Juanito and Samuel Perez. The name is familiar, Bruno went to school with their parents. The boys are cousins. And are babysat by Camilo - though that was obvious already.

He leads them away to an open space.

It’s just outside the Perez house, which is getting an extension, built by Luisa. Bruno tries to wave at his niece as he passes but the kids have a very firm grip on his arm.

Seriously, these kids could easily rival young Isabela for how enthusiastic they are.

He doesn’t mind them helping out with pouring sand into a circle, but he doesn’t want to redo an angry Abuela getting involved because a flowery braid got singed while burning leaves.

“I bet I become the richest guy in the world,” Samuel says.

“I don’t care about money. Adults say money doesn’t make you happy. I want to become a farmer, like my Papas.” Juanito announces, proudly.

“I want to marry Sophia.” Diego pipes up.

“You said you liked Carolina?”

“I can like many things.”

“Who wants to go first?” Bruno cuts in.

It’s a silly question because obviously they all want to go first. And they start arguing about it.

In the end, Diego goes first. He was the eldest apparently. He would be followed by Samuel, then lastly Juanito.

“You ready, kid?” Bruno questions, holding out his hands.

He takes them instantly. “Born ready.” Diego answers.

They sit in anticipation under green light. The other two are sat off to the side, watching in hushed excitement.

Now that he’s actually doing the vision, he’s starting to consider what happens if the future isn’t good. He’s internally watching a repeat of young Dolores crying to Pepa and Félix, saying that she is never going to be loved and will be lonely forever - that wasn’t the vision, but the future can be difficult for some adults to grasp, never mind children.

He didn’t want to do that again, so he stopped doing visions for children after that. Much to the annoyance of young Luisa.

Since the magic returned, he’s been doing visions for anyone that shows interest.

Still not many of them have actually been kids under ten. With the exception of Antonio, due to personal biases.

The reputation that was created for him in those absent ten years are probably to blame. Parents have convinced their children or anyone that will listen that his gift is taboo.

Take Osvaldo Ortiz, for example.

The Ortiz family had been close with the Madrigals. Osvaldo’s father had been friends with Alma since birth and then worked with her in Encanto. So, his son was the best suitor for one of Alma’s girls. Until, of course, Julieta fell madly in love with Agustín.

Osvaldo hadn’t taken it well, to say the least. Bruno had only tried to advise him, it could hardly be called a vision, more than a warning.

Soon enough, Bruno found himself being accused for Osvaldo growing a gut.

He can’t help but think Osvaldo’s unhappiness is somewhat deserved though. He’s seen the way Osvaldo treats Agustín and the way he still tries flirting with Julieta. Isabela complains of the way he looks at her sister.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Bruno blinks, and the vision stops.

Oh. He hasn’t been paying attention to what he was actually doing.

However, there’s no vision slate in his hand, so hopefully nothing bad has actually happened.

A familiar woman suddenly appears in his field of vision, holding Diego by the hand. The other two boys are peeking out from behind her brown skirt. She looks down at him, glaring. The children must’ve done something.

Camilo tends to encourage mischievousness in the kids he babysits and that often leads to trouble. It’s no surprise adults are displeased.

“Ah, Xiomara Perez! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Don’t give me that, Bruno! How dare you try to use your magic on my son! And my nephews!” She screeched.

Yep. That makes more sense.

“They asked for a vision. I’m just doing my job.” Bruno shrugged.

“Liar! My Diego would never have asked. Your visions always lead to trouble!” Xiomara continued. “These are innocent kids, they have never done anything wrong, and don’t deserve getting awful fates!”

“What’s going on here?” Luisa asks, stepping over at the sound of commotion.

Xiomara points an accusing finger at the young woman. “You! How dare you just let this happen! You should have intervened. You are meant to be the protector of Encanto. Why wouldn’t you help these poor children?”

“I didn’t see anything wrong. Bruno gave these boys a vision because they asked,” she said. She glanced at the three boys in question. Bruno can see the exact moment something snaps in her. She stands, intimidating, at her full height, with muscles tense and eyes narrowed. “Poor children? Let me tell you, Señora Perez, these poor children need no help from my Tío screwing up their futures.”

“How dare you—”

“These three cut open Mirabel’s hand in some sick prank, and nobody has punished them for it. If they weren’t children, I’d kick them over the mountain for what they’ve done.”

It makes Xiomara shut up for a second.

Bruno is just gaping. He knew Mirabel had injured her hand, but he didn’t realise that was the work of three kids.

Xiomara has enough sense not to push Luisa’s protective older sister buttons. Though she quietly mutters, just loud enough for Bruno to hear, something about his youngest niece deserving that and much worse.

However, not enough sense to keep her mouth closed as she redirects the argument to Bruno.

“Looks like you bring out the worst in your own family, Bruno,” Xiomara said. “Can’t imagine why on God’s earth they welcomed you back into their lives - forcing us to put up with you and your curses as well. You should be ashamed of yourself and everything you’ve done to this town, and should’ve stayed in exile when you had the chance.”

“How dare you?”

“What—”

“Bruno is one of the friendliest and most inspiring adults I know, who has helped me grow in more ways than one. Which is more than I can say for these kids,” Luisa hissed, standing over the woman. “I can guarantee that if he was a parent he’d be doing a much better job than you - though I’ve seen mosquitos do better than you. Bruno only sees the future, he can’t change it. The only one who can do that is yourself. So if you have an issue with your vision, take a look in a mirror. And if you have a problem with him then you can get the hell out of our town.”

The woman stared up at Luisa with a beet-red face, completely speechless.

“Now, Señora Perez. Would you like some instructions on how to finish a roof or a recommendation for another builder? Because I and the rest of the Madrigals certainly won’t be doing anything else for you.”

The question was enough to make the woman give a huff and storm away with the boys, watching in varying levels of fear, shock and confusion.

The walk back to Casita was quiet.

Neither said a word.

Bruno was grateful for Luisa’s defence, even if she did take it a little too far. It reminds of when Pepa would do so when they were teenagers. He also knew well enough that there was plenty of others who had similar views to Xiomara, and no doubt Luisa did too. Simply yelling at one wouldn’t change the majority’s beliefs about him.

Luisa, on the other hand, knew she hadn’t kept control of her temper and would definitely find herself grounded for not doing work. Which was weird because she was usually grounded for doing too much work.

As much as she wanted to undo the renovation she had made to the Perez household, she knew it was better to stay with her Tío. Not only was it the right thing to do, but he looked like he needed and wanted her company right now. So she stayed put.

Even once they had reached Casita and had dinner with the others.

Bruno was about to excuse himself when Luisa pulled him back into his chair. He raised an eyebrow at her, but didn’t move.

“We… we usually have a game night on Fridays,” Luisa explained, nodding her head towards Isabela, Camilo and Antonio already arguing about who had the most wins. While Dolores was urging Mariano to go home before it got worse. “You’re welcome to join us, Tío. If you’d want, we won’t force you.”

Bruno blinked. Then tearing up a little, “I’d like that.”

Almost instantly, the chaotic trio stopped arguing and jumped into action. Isabela grabbed a stack of board games and a few packs of cards, sorting through them on the floor. Camilo bounced upstairs to find as many blankets and pillows as he could find. Antonio gathered his animal friends as cuddle companions, in case anyone wanted them. Dolores and Mariano opted to get some snacks and drinks from the kitchen.

Soon enough, the group were huddled together under a pillow fort, playing a game of Charades. Some of Bruno’s rats insisted they have a go.

That’s how, at three on a Saturday morning, they found themselves laughing and squabbling over Cluedo in a slight mess of sugar and pillows.

Readjusting to life could be exhausting for Bruno, but that didn’t mean it was without its good moments.

Family bonding was one of the things Bruno had missed the most during his ten year absence. Even the simplest things of playing games and accusing his nieces of blatant cheating was enough to bring a wide smile to his face.

Said good moments made it - dealing with people like Xiomara - all worth it.

#encanto #ask me anything #my writing #bruno madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #mariano guzmán #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #madrigal family

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JO it’s been awhile since i’ve been in your ask box lol hope you’re doing well. I heard this crazy (it’s actually a little sad but funny from an outside view ngl) office story at dinner tn and it made me think of all the times you’ve talked about secretary/office reader

Sooooooo imagine you’ve been working at the office for a couple months but before your started working you were going through a really nasty divorce/breakup with someone who happened to work at the same place. They were SO nasty (vile honestly) that they decided to send an official work email with nude pictures and videos of you with your name and work email to ALL OF YOUR COWORKERS!! (again i felt really bad for the poor girl this happened to). Not only was it traumatizing that your coworkers saw, but more so that you’d never seen a lot of these pictures before. To think that you had been in a committed relationship with such a disgusting person.

I’m thinking you work at different job and you tell Katsuki because you’re too embarrassed to go back to work and face your coworkers. He gets so so livid and threatens to get back at him, but he obviously gets shut down by you pleading for him to not get involved. He would definitely plot something with Kiri and tell him; Kiri would feel so proud to help Kats beat the shit out of this dude. He might even include Denki and Sero if he had something real sick and specific in mind.

Instead of telling you this, he’d make you come to the agency and you’d do your work in his office. He’d be more excited if it weren’t for the circumstances, but he can’t deny that he loved getting to spend more time with you. Trying to make you forget about the whole thing and overcome together the best he can- might even get Mina and the guys to have lunch at the agency together because he knows they will cheer you up.

I can’t imagine though if you were working at his agency and HE SAW THE EMAIL and maybe you guys weren’t together yet or you just started dating! i’d simply pass away.

Omg this is insane and so fucking malicious.

I’m torn between making it Dynamight’s agency, or making it a different office.

Like imagine you just work at a different office, so the moment you come home to tell Bakugou about it he’s seething. Not only because someone’s done that to you, but because it’s one of the most slimy things you can do to a person. And when you tell him you don’t even recognise some of the pictures he’s even more angry, because that means he’s been taking all sorts of illicit pictures or videos of you and who’s to say how many there are. He knows with his power and influence in the city he can ruin this guys life with one call, but he wants him to truly suffer. So of course he goes to fuck the guy up, he doesn’t even need to call the guys but he does, because he knows they’ll stop him from going too far.

And then a few days later, he’s sitting in his high rise office and he still makes that call to your job, asking for the CEO as Bakugou asks what he’s going to do about the situation, and what he’s going to do with the employee. Until your boss shuts the phone off, thinking it’s just a prank. So imagine his surprise when the number two hero Dynamight shows up in the reception of his agency not even an hour later, even more pissed. And your ex? Is even more terrified now as he sits there with bruised ribs, broken arm and dark marks across his body. Trying to avoid bringing any attention to himself as Bakugou shouts to him to get into the fucking office and he scampers in like a lost puppy.

But if it was Dynamight’s Agency? God, think of how much more worse it would be. When the email chain is sent to everyone, it means everyone. Bakugou pulling up his laptop to click the email full off attachments as he scrolls through each one. Of course he knows who you are the moment he sees your name, probably one of the few names in his agency that he remembers. And not because you’re close or that your job is a highly important one, but because you always seem to take your coffee breaks at the same time as him. (Bakugou 100% ensures to schedule his around yours because he loves the conversations you end up having at random hours of the day🥺)

But when he sees the pictures of you? He’d be lying if he didn’t look, you’re even prettier than he imagined. He can already feel his heart racing as he scrolls further down and sees more of you, but then he starts feeling the rage creep up inside him. Because you don’t deserve this, no one should be looking at you like this and especially not his entire agency. He’s now looking at the email chain as he tries to find out who sent it, asking his secretary who the fuck your ex-boyfriend is and what department he works in. Bakugou sends an email out in response, threatening to fire anyone that saves any of the pictures or videos, telling them that he’ll get his tech team to check for save files as he stops the email chain from repeating. Anyone that’s already replied is getting fucked too, but not right now. Right now he’s making his way down to the exact department your ex works in, and the only thing Bakugou can say right now is he’s lucky he’s at work and not on the streets because at least for him he’ll make it out alive.

And after Bakugou is so mad at himself for not looking for you first, because he allowed the rage to dictate where he went first. And he steps into the women’s bathroom on the 27th floor with no shame as he instantly hears you crying in one of the stalls as he tries to coax you to open the door for him.

#soft bakugou

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aegor-bamfsteel · 2 years

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I really wish Jaehaera was wife and Queen of Aegon III instead of Daenora and was alive during Blackfyre Rebellions. What would her reaction would be when Daena was passed in favour of Viserys II, as its the same thing to happen her aunt Rhaenyra(and his mother!) - would she the one who help built the friendship between Daemon and Aegor, the one who suggested the marriage of Daemon and Rohanne? Would she be disappointed in Elaena? So many things to explore imo

Killing Jaehaera off at age 10 and for Aegon to not even care was one of the most annoying parts of F&B for me. It helps undermine one of the underlying messages of the Dance; that the older generation was self-destructive and unworthy of rule, so the only ones left to build a future together were the traumatized kids…except now that Jaehaera’s dead it feels like a complete Black victory, not a Black/Green compromise stalemate like before. It also keeps the Black/Green conflict in concrete present memory, as there are still Greens around by necessity instead of the major Greens leaving court by being stupid (Unwin Peake). Apparently I’m not alone with this, because people on Reddit floated the idea of Jaehaera living to be an adult queen in the show and being an influence on the Blackfyres. Of course you’d have to give her a personality transplant—as what little we get of her calls her “a sweet, simple girl”, probably not that interested in politics or ruling, though again she was only 10—to have her make some of the decisions you’ve described.

more discussion of the AU under the cut:

Jaehaera was technically usurped herself. By the law of Andal succession, as she was Aegon II’s last remaining child, the should’ve been heiress with Aegon as her consort rather than the other way around. I could definitely see someone in that position feeling angry about Baelor annulling his marriage to Daena, essentially taking the throne away from her family that was basically obliterated in the war (because if she was disinherited despite Andal custom, why not Daena if Baelor clearly wasn’t going to sire any heirs?) due to Baelor’s hypocritical religious fervor (septons are supposed to give up all their lands and titles, so if Baelor was a Septon he should’ve gone to a sept to study, not imprison his sisters). But of course, everyone with a brain hated the Maidenvault idea.

I think any noble mother would’ve felt disappointed at her daughters for having children out of wedlock, although the circumstances were understandable (imprisoned for 10 years from tweenage/teenager to adulthood is going to take a mental toll on someone). I think with Daenaera it might’ve even been worse because Baela was her foster mother and presented her to Aegon at the Maiden’s Day Ball…only for Baela’s husband to have an affair with her youngest daughter (35 years older than she was. I’ll reiterate that in the Targ tree, several adults are grandparents before they reached 35) while Baela was alive (don’t listen to the anti Daenas. Rennifer Longwaters says point blank Alyn “lost his heart to Elaena though he was married to another”). With Jaehaera, at least the relationship wasn’t so personal (although it’s implied that Aegon II was interested in Baela), though the age gap would give any mother the creeps.

I don’t think Jaehaera would push a Daemon/Rohanne match, because Rohanne is a foreigner without militarily powerful allies to call on quickly. In OTL, the match was Aegon’s idea for a future war with Dorne. Probably a Hightower cousin would be the match she’d recommend. If she lived, I think she would’ve blocked Aegon’s claim to fathering Daemon as Daena did, thus he’d have no right to dispose of Daemon’s hand. As for Aegor, I don’t think Jaehaera being alive would change what happened to the Bracken sisters, meaning he was banished from court until Aegon’s death, and couldn’t be a childhood friend of Daemon’s. Aegor is predisposed to hate the Targaryens (for good reason), so I don’t know if he’d be willing to support yet another Targaryen branch in taking the throne, unless they were demonstrably better than the current rulers (not that it be hard)

I find it a little puzzling that some people who imagine Queen Jaehaera AUs understand that the Hightowers would feel usurped by Viserys II and want their descendant Daemon “Greenfyre” on the throne, but at the same time other people adamantly refuse to believe that the Velaryons might’ve supported Daemon for a similar reason in OTL (especially since they went from #2 house under Aegon III to …? under Aegon IV and Daeron II, who notably stacked the court with their own yes men).

It’s all a lot to imagine, for sure.

#ask #what if #jaehaera targaryen #asoiaf headcanon #first blackfyre rebellion

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wito-chan-bla-bla · 2 years

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A bad marriage proposal?..

Satoru has always loved to do everything with chic and sparkle. But this time, the most important time, something went wrong...

It was hot outside, and people were happy that they could take a break from the influence of hot air on their bodies in the mall. Many groups of different people wandered back and forth, stopped and talked. But the most noticeable was one particular trio standing near the map of the building and looking at the shops.

Holy bread from the bakery, why should I participate in this? Nanami turned his head, looking at Megumi, who seemed to have accepted the situation for a long time. The teenager was looking for something on his phone. Maybe he wanted to let the police take his idiot teacher away from here for at least a few minutes.

–Oh, there's a jewelry store on the second floor. We're going there!

Before the sorcerers had time to realize, they were already being dragged towards the escalator. The white hair bounced with every energetic movement, Megumi almost screamed as his teacher ran his long legs down to spend less time on the way.

–And here we are! – drawled Gojo with a big smile, stopping in front of the store. In the background, Megumi almost crashed into some bush with his face, but Nanami held him by the collar with his hand.

–I perfectly understand why you brought Fushiguro-kun with you. But why should I spend my free time helping you?

–Because we both love (Y/N)-chan?

I like bread more.

–This is the fifth shopping center, my love for her is not so great.

The elder sorcerer's cheeks looked like big balls. He turned to his disciple-son and said, pointing at him with his index finger:

–But you should be interested in what is happening, Megumi–chan! Still (Y/N)-chan will finally become your official mom!

–She asked me not to call her that.

–Come on, Megumi–chan, don't be so mean! You like spending time with (Y/N)-chan.

–I like it ... – the teenager said with a little embarrassment.

–I told you so!..

–...but that's why I'm against this marriage.

–What about?! Do you want to marry (Y/N)-chan instead of me?!

–No, I'm just trying to convince her not to make the biggest mistake of her life.

–Can I support you somewhere, Fushiguro-kun?

–Ah, you're all so angry! – Satoru almost took a bridge pose, raising his hands up.

–We are about to be kicked out of the mall.

–You're right, Nanamin! Therefore, it goes forward!

The two younger wizards sighed, but obediently followed Gojo.

–I need the most beautiful ring for my future wife!

–W-we're going to find something, sir…

The consultant quickly ran away, and Satoru stuck to the windows, looking at expensive jewelry.

–Why can't you just say ring for (Y/N)-san? – kohai asked the sorcerer, looking at the jewelry. They had already visited several stores in different parts of the country, so Nanami began to feel nauseous from just looking at gold and diamonds.

–Because (Y/N)-chan deserves the best! And I can't think of the right design for her ring.

–(Y/N)-san leaves in two days. She won't be returning to Japan for the next few months. Probably, he wants everyone to know that she is busy and almost married, – Megumi answered the question of the senior sorcerer, continuing to look at the phone and only at the phone.

–Did I raise you that way?! – Gojo whined.

–You didn't raise me at all.

–I brought all the rings we have.

Satoru immediately turned his head and with a big smile went to choose an engagement ring, forgetting about the conversation for a second.

After long minutes of looking at metals and precious stones, Gojo called his student-son to him. Megumi stopped, expecting his teacher to chatter useless things and ask about the meaning of the pattern, but Satoru with a straight face put a decoration on Fushiguro's finger.

–I think it's perfect.

The store's employees, frozen nearby, looked at what was happening with horror. Satoru, with a big smile, raised his student's hand and began to look at the precious stones that glittered in the light of the bright lamps. Megumi dreamed that the curse would be announced nearby now, and he would have a reason to leave.

But there was no curse, and Nanami thought too much about buying a bracelet with a loaf of bread to help the teenager. The younger wizard pulled his hand away and looked at the ring, squinting.

–It won't do.

–What?

–It's not suitable for an engagement, – Fushiguro repeated. – You can buy it as a wedding ring, but definitely not for an engagement.

–I knew that you would take an active part in choosing a ring for (Y/N)-chan!

–No, I just want to get home as soon as possible.

–None of you loves me.

Muttering to himself, Satoru continued to choose a ring, occasionally calling men over and asking for their advice. From the outside, they looked very strange: an active, tall, strange-looking man, a serious man who looked like an office worker, and a teenager who tried to hit his teacher or run home. The store's employees were actively sweating, but obediently fulfilled any request of the senior sorcerer.

But the perfect ring was found, and Megumi and Nanami almost cried with joy. Satoru sobbed on the spot, even taking off the blindfold. From the outside, what was happening looked like a perfect illustration in a religious book.

–I knew I could find something worthy of my (Y/N)-chan! – with the expression of a happy puppy on his face, Gojo said as he left the store.

–Can I go home now?" Kento asked, hiding a bread bracelet in his pocket.

–What? No, of course not! We need to buy more flowers, candles, order food, find firecrackers somewhere…

The two sorcerers exchanged glances, allowing Gojo to go ahead and chat. They were not telepaths, but somehow they nodded to each other anyway, agreeing on one thing: "Thank you (Y/N)-san for sometimes holding back this idiot."

*+*

You hurriedly walked through the corridors towards your apartment... more precisely, the apartment belonging to you and Satoru.

You were very surprised when you found out that the sorcerer did not want to buy the whole building so that only you and he lived there. Despite your initial misunderstanding, you quickly understood the reason for buying a home in an ordinary quiet neighborhood.

Neighbors. Satoru just loved chatting with his neighbors.

Every grandmother who left the apartment to buy milk became his potential victim. Gojo loved to annoy people, and every conversation with neighbors became a battle. One side was fighting to morally destroy the other, and the other side was trying to escape because it just wanted to take out the trash!

You often had to stop Satoru, otherwise the whole floor would get a heart attack from his chatter. Because of his long tongue, you couldn't ask the neighbors for salt or advice. But there were also good sides. For example, no one dared to shout after eleven or smoke in the elevator, because otherwise they would be morally destroyed by your boyfriend.

So, there was no one in the corridor, everyone was probably hiding and waiting for you to enter the apartment. You went to the door, took out the keys and put them in the keyhole. A couple of seconds, and you were at home.

Once inside, you took off your shoes, closed the door and put on your slippers. Throwing the bag on the shelf, you shouted: "I'm home, big cat."

There was only silence in response to you. You frowned, looking around. Has he been called on a mission again? Sighing, you slowly walked down the corridor, when suddenly you noticed rose petals lying on the floor and leading you further through the apartment. After taking a few steps, you reached for the door handle, pressed it and went into the bedroom.

The next moment you froze in place.

Scented candles stood and burned on different surfaces of the room: on the desk, on the shelves, on the coffee table and even on the floor. On a low table there was food, from which a delicious aroma emanated. Rose petals were scattered around, and on the bed, lying on fresh and new bedding with a rose in his mouth, was Satoru.

The long body was sprawled on the mattress, the sorcerer was lying on his side, his right leg was bent in half and slightly raised up. A long arm rested on his hip, the other propped up his cheek. Rose was bouncing from the movement of Gojo's jaws.

The blue eyes met yours, and you began to see how quickly Satoru's eyebrows were moving up and down. You looked at him for a few seconds, trying to be serious, but then you covered your mouth with your hand and laughed. The rose immediately fell out of Satoru's mouth.

–This is not exactly the reaction I expected.

–I'm sorry, it's just... you... look so funny... also this rose...

–It's not tasty, if you want to know!

–Why did you put it in your mouth at all then? – you asked, trying not to laugh.

–When I looked in the mirror, I looked attractive. If you know what I mean, – he smiled at you boldly.

–You know you don't have to eat flowers to seduce me, right?

–I just want you to look only at me, – he got up and walked over to you, touching your cheek with his palm.

–Well, yes. If I meet a man with a rose in his mouth, I will definitely look only at him.

You giggled, hugging him around the waist, raising your hand and stroking your boyfriend's hair like a big cat. Satoru purred happily, hugging you back, hugging you to his chest. He muttered something, and suddenly the music started playing slowly. You couldn't hold back your laughter, snuggling closer to Gojo, starting to swing slowly from side to side with him.

The sorcerer lowered his head and began to look into your eyes.

–Before we have dinner, can I ask you to dance?

–And haven't we been dancing for almost a minute?

–Just want to make sure you don't mind.

You stood on your toes, but Satoru moved his face away from you. You jumped on the spot for almost a minute, trying to reach him, and then gave up, angrily muttering curses at the head of a tall sorcerer. Gojo laughed at your displeased face, bent down and let you kiss him.

The kiss was slow, unhurried and full of love. The sorcerer's tongue passed over your teeth, and you opened your mouth a little. Satoru almost pressed his body into yours, his lips into yours, when he made the kiss less and less innocent.

When the sorcerer broke away from you, he stuck out his tongue, his eyes were full of desire. But you just hit him on the chest, giggling and saying that he tastes like a rose.

Gojo immediately became sad and hugged you hard, saying that he would still receive your love in one form or another.

He continued to "dance" with you to the music, you hugged him by the shoulders and hung on him like a monkey. Resting your chin on his shoulder, you wondered why the sorcerer arranged such a date.

You looked ahead, enjoying the calmness, and then abruptly moved away from the body of Satoru.

–L-listen, it seems to me that something will light up soon…

–Yes, a new stage of my love for you.

–No, Satoru, I'm serious... Satoru, we seem to be on fire!

–Yes, I burn in your arms every time, because I'm a sinner, and you're my angel...

–Satoru, fire!..

–Yes, there is a fire in my heart every time I see you. And speaking of which, (Y/N)-chan. Tell me, will you become my wi?..

–Satoru, this is not the time for beautiful words, we ARE BURNING!

Gojo stopped when you started kicking him. The sorcerer sniffed the air a couple of times, and then turned his head. He almost dropped you on the floor when he saw the curtain catch fire from the candle flame.

You still fell to the floor, shouting before that almost directly into the man's ear: "BRING A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" Gojo rushed into the corridor in a panic, taking out a red object from the closet. You tried to put out the curtains and the table, which caught fire because of dried rose petals lying on it.

The sorcerer flies into the room using a fire extinguisher. You and the fire were doused with cold foam, you covered your mouth and eyes with your hands so as not to drown.

And here you are frozen in the middle of your own bedroom, the bed is dirty, just like you. The table is a little burnt, the pretty curtains now look like old rags. The food was also affected. You turned to Satoru, who was almost sobbing in despair, and, in order to somehow defuse the situation, said:

–And why did you decide to arrange this surprise? Did I forget some date again?

You looked at the sorcerer for a few seconds, and then you heard the sound of something metallic falling. And no, it wasn't a fire extinguisher. You looked down and saw a ring on the floor, lying next to a half-open black box, which obviously fell out of the pocket of a fast-moving man.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the next second the fire extinguisher fell to the floor. Satoru quickly turned around with pursed lips, clearly trying not to cry, and left somewhere, leaving you standing in the room.

You blew out all the candles, and then sat down next to the ring, looking at it. After twirling the jewelry for a while, you blushed and swallowed, clutching the jewel to your chest. After getting up, you began to slowly walk out of the corridor.

There was no light on anywhere, but for some reason you knew exactly where Gojo was. After wiping your face and hair with a wet towel, you left the kitchen and headed for the bathroom.

Two knocks. Nothing.

–Hey, big cat, are you there?

No answer. So you knocked again.

–Big ca-at!

–There is no big cat, he has gone into depression.

You rolled your eyes and looked around the door. Theoretically, you could knock it off your foot, but then your mirror will suffer, and you have been choosing it for so long! So you decided to sit down and lean your back against the door.

–I'm sure it's not that bad.

–I ruined the marriage proposal.

You flinched and blushed. It's easy to understand what Satoru had in mind, but his words still made your stomach burn. You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment and sat motionless for a few seconds until you whispered:

–I don't think you messed up anything.

–Because of me, the curtain caught fire, the food went bad, and you attended an unplanned foam party. So I decided to hide in the bathroom, because you definitely don't need to wash now," you almost easily restrained giggling. – I wanted you to go on a mission happy, but in the end now you will only think about the fact that we need to buy new curtains.

–But my trip will be fun.

Satoru was silent for a while and then said softly:

–Perhaps some sorcerers are right. I, as the strongest, should focus on saving the world, and not on... my own relationships.

You froze, in a panic, forgetting for a second how to breathe. Jumping up, you shouted that you were going to kick the door down.

–I used a cursed technique, so you won't destroy it.

–Satoru, are you really going to be offended at yourself for ruining some romantic dinner?

–It was supposed to be a marriage proposal! It's not just a romantic dinner!

You sighed and kicked the door a couple of times. Sometimes Gojo was disappointed in himself. Sometimes he looked at you and realized how little he spends his time on you. Constant missions, training students and maintaining his image took a lot of time from the strongest sorcerer. You couldn't spend much time alone with him. Therefore, Satoru has always tried to make dating, if not romantic, then at least unforgettable.

You loved Gojo. He was weird and stupid. Once you fell into the lake with him during a boat trip, but he just laughed and said that a water lily hat suits you. (Of course, then you pushed the boat, and the sorcerer was in the water with you. But instead of trying to get back on the ship, Satoru started splashing water at you and swimming away, shouting that you would never catch up with him).

However, there were also really romantic dates when Gojo was serious, when he tried his best to show that you are really more important to him than anyone else. And tonight was supposed to be one of those dates.

It seems that his desire to marry you was really serious and strong, since he reacted like that.

–Hey, big annoying cat, are you listening to me?

Again, no response. You hit the door again a couple of times, attracting attention, and then slipped a ring into the gap between the floor and the wooden surface. Gojo didn't say anything, but he took the jewelry away so quickly that you couldn't even see the edges of his fingers.

–So you're not going to get out of there? – silence. – Well, okay, good, great. In that case, I suppose I'll have to marry someone else-you couldn't see it, but you heard the sorcerer move slightly. If you're going to blame yourself for something that doesn't seem like such a serious problem to me, then I won't stop you. Still, I have only one "yes" to the question "will you become my bride, and then my wife?". Since you don't want to accept it, then I'll go and give it to someone else!

You turned around and started walking towards the front door. Three... two... one…

You were stopped by strong arms that hugged you and pressed you to someone else's chest. You exhaled with relief, and then shuddered all over your body, feeling something wet on your shoulder. Raising your hand, you stroked the sorcerer's head like a big cat, and pressed closer to him.

–I wanted... it to be romantic,– Satoru whispered into your shoulder. – What's happening now... it sucks.

–But we will definitely be able to tell everyone that our engagement proposal was the most original and memorable.

Gojo scowled and then turned you around to face him. He slowly got down on one knee, took your hand and kissed each knuckle of your fingers in turn. Then he put the ring on your ring finger and pressed your hand to his face, sighing.

–Little angel, – he raised his head to look into your eyes, – will you become my wife?

You barely smiled with lips trembling with happiness and embarrassment, unable to actually make a real, full and normal smile, and then nodded. Sitting down, you wrapped the sorcerer in a tight embrace. Classical music was still playing somewhere in the background, but you and Satoru didn't care. You just wanted to be in his arms for as long as possible. And now, when you become his wife… you can be in his arms forever.

And right now that's the only thing that matters.

Bonus (?)

–Hey, Nanamin, Megumi-cha-an, (Y/N)-chan has agreed to become my wife! Since I don't drink, you and I are going to celebrate this event at an amusement park!.. Uh? Where did you all run so fast?!.

#gojo x reader #fem!reader #gojo x fem!reader #satoru gojo #satoru x reader #Jujutsu Kaisen

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pastelwitchling · 2 years

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I'm not sure if you're taking prompts anymore but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Alex gets pissed at Michael about something and obviously yells at him about it but Michael just finds it sexy.

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Alex had first noticed it when they had come back from a night at the Pony with Flint of all people. Michael had kept a protective stance over Alex, smirking tightly at Flint, his words even tighter.

If anything, Flint looked like he really remembered being knocked out and tied up. Alex didn’t have too much sympathy for him there, since he had kidnapped him first, but he did feel like his brother, after being away from their father’s influence, had gotten better. He couldn’t keep his family separate from his brothers anymore.

Then Flint had said something about Michael’s airstream and Alex letting trailer trash live with him, and Alex had snapped.

“You do not talk to him like that!” he yelled, slamming a fist on the table. “Brother or not, one leg or not, I will kick your ass if you so much as breathe wrong in his direction, Flint, do you understand me?”

Flint clenched his jaw, but only sniffed and nodded once. The rest of the conversation had passed quietly and without much word from Michael, because he’d spent it, instead, staring at Alex, his expression odd. Alex had taken his hand under the table and squeezed, but he didn’t know what was wrong until they’d gotten home and Michael had pushed him against the wall, pressing every inch of his body against him. He was rock hard already.

Alex gasped. “G-Guerin—”

“That was so hot,” Michael murmured in his ear. “You’re so sexy when you’re angry, I wanted to take you right there in the bathroom.”

“What—ah!” he gasped as Michael sucked on his neck.

The rest of the night had turned hazy after that, a blur of damp bodies and strong thighs and grunts in Alex’s ear, but he had learned a certain kink Michael had, which was always fun.

He’d actually forgotten about it until weeks later, at Deep Sky. Alex had been put in charge during Eduardo’s trip to visit his daughter, and one agent had nearly destroyed a valuable artifact meant to be archived. Eduardo’s one direction to Alex before he’d left him running things was to be the captain he’d always been. Everyone else was a soldier.

And when soldiers messed up badly, a captain was anything but nice.

“If you don’t know how to handle this technology, then maybe you should take the beginners’ training again on Level One!”

After he was done with him and sent him off to finish his job, he turned to face an impressed Kyle and a lusting Michael.

“Wow,” Kyle said, arms crossed. “I wouldn’t have minded flying your plane.”

“Back off, Cheekbones,” Michael said, breathless. “He’s mine.”

Despite Alex’s half-hearted objections, Michael pulled him into a storage closet and started yanking off his clothes.

“I wanna suck you so bad,” Michael groaned into Alex’s neck before leaning down, kissing his chest, his stomach.

“We—we can’t in here,” Alex tried, but Michael was already grabbing his thighs, was already hungrily swallowing him down, and all Alex could do was bite his lower lip to keep from screaming out.

After Alex came, he pushed Michael against the wall and crashed their mouths together, kissing him hungrily. “You’re such a freak, and I love it so much.”

Michael grinned against his lips, pulling Alex’s hips in as he slotted their mouths together, deepening the kiss. “Okay,” he said. “Now we go back out there.”

“Erm,” Alex stopped him, raising a brow. “Where do you think you’re going?” He grabbed Michael’s hard length, making him gasp, his eyes dark. “We still have to take care of you.”

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I deviated a bit. I’ve also answered all the prompts in my inbox. I don’t think I’ll actually be opening it again just because all I really get is prompt requests and I just don’t think I’m up to taking anymore right now. If you enjoyed reading please reblog and comment, it always makes the world of a difference.

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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awaytobeunshaken · 1 year

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Angstpril 2023 - Day 28: Loss

Beau hears the creak of wood as another body slips into the barstool beside her. She takes a long swig of the drink she’s been nursing and turns to tell them to fuck off, until she recognizes the face she’s looking at. Fuck. Caleb. “I guess Yasha told you?”

He nods. “You left your sending stone on the nightstand. It’s too bad; I’m sure you would have preferred to tell me to fuck off from a distance, rather than face-to-face.”

“I’m not gonna tell you to fuck off, Caleb.”

“Good, because I wasn’t planning to.”

He was absolutely the fucking worst. Generally, but also particularly in this situation. “Caleb, I don’t need you to try to, like, help me deal with this, or whatever. That wouldn’t be fair to you. And that’s not me telling you to fuck off, it’s giving you a way out. No harm, no foul.”

“I know I don’t need to be here. But I’d like to be. He was your father. And I know he was not the father you deserved, and I’m not going to fault however you might be feeling about this.”

“That’s just it, I’m…” Why was she having this conversation in the middle of the bar? “Dude, can we move this to a booth or something?”

“Oh. Of course.”

“Anyway, that’s the thing,” she continues once they’re settled into an out-of-the-way corner of the room. “I feel like… I should be feeling something, whether it’s sadness or anger or relief, but there’s just nothing there. I was angry, for a long time, and then, I guess, once he got out of prison… he was just there. Didn’t have any impact on my life anymore. So in a way, nothing’s changed. So why should I feel anything about it?”

He’s got a look on his face that Beau’s known for years; rolling thoughts around in his head, biting his tongue on a first impulse: talents that Beau has worked to improve in herself over time but never fully mastered. “I think, when someone has had that sort of influence on a life, thinking of them at all almost feels like they’ve won.” Caleb’s eyes are far away, and Beau knows he’s not really talking about her father anymore.

“Is that how you felt when— when Trent… I mean, I know it’s not the same at all but…”

“I could never fully escape the stain he left, could I? But that’s all right; it was never for me. I think you’ve managed it, though. You should be proud; perhaps that’s the feeling that you’re looking for.”

Her first instinct is to push back, encourage him, but the words would sound hollow. He’s not being self-deprecating, only honest. The past was in the past, and he’d chosen to leave it there. And something had lifted in her chest when he said ‘proud’. “Yeah. Yeah, maybe that’s it. Thanks, man.”

“Will you go to the funeral.”

She nods. “Yeah. I should for Mom and T.J. at least.”

“And then after, how about I bring everyone to Rumblecusp for a few days. You deserve to spend some time with family.”

And the way he said ‘family’, so matter-of-factly, like it wasn’t the people she came from, but the people she loved the most… she felt her heart lift just a little more.

ao3

#angstpril2023 #critical role #fanfic #day 28 #loss #cr2 #caleb widogast #beauregard lionett #empire sibs #cr fic #my fic

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shesinchargeareyoukidding · 1 year

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Stir Crazy Chapter 2

“Eddie! Eddie stop! Wait! Eddie!” Dustin yelled at the top of his voice. It was no use, even running at full speed, he could not hope to catch up to a frantic Eddie. Even Hopper, whose legs were a lot longer than his, had to give up embarrassingly quick.

“Munson!”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit shit!” Dustin fumbled with his backpack and pulled out his walkie and started screaming into it.

“Everybody! This is a code red! I repeat! A code red! Steve! Nancy! Robin! Lucas! Mike! Please answer me!”

“Dustin? What’s going on?” Steve’s voice crackled out of the speaker.

Hopper grabbed the walkie “Belay that.” And slammed the antenna down.

“What the fuck Hopper? Give it back.” Dustin lunged for the walkie, but Hopper held it above his head so he couldn´t reach.

“We can’t have all of you running through the forest calling Munson’s name. how long do you think that can last before all of Hawkins joins you with their shotguns?”

“As if you care!” Dustin sneered, again reaching for the walkie. “He needs us!”

“I’m not letting you risk your safety just because Munson´s throwing a temper tantrum.”

“This is not a goddamn temper tantrum! You are so fucking wrong about him! You tried to isolate him from everyone when he already lost everything and for what? How the hell did you expect him to react? Screw you! He can’t go running around with his bat wounds.”

“Bat wounds?” Hopper’s arm had subconsciously lowered and Dustin seized the opportunity to take back the walkie.

“Steve. You still there? It’s Eddie. We lost him in the woods and now he’s out there somewhere.”

“Shit. Copy that. We’re getting in the car right now.”

“Hurry!” Dustin threw the walkie back into his backpack and made for the trees. Hopper immediately snatched the back of his backpack to stop him.

“Woah woah, hang on one second. You’re not going to look for him alone.”

“He needs me!”

“Yeah and we will look for him, but for now I need more information. You said he’s hurt?”

“Jesus Christ. You didn’t know he’s hurt? Of course you wouldn’t know that.” It was unsettling seeing Dustin this angry. The kid was always joking around and to see him this stone faced was not something Hopper particularly enjoyed. “He saved my life in the upside down. He almost bled to death and now it’s my turn to protect him.”

“How bad?”

“What?”

“How bad are the wounds?”

“I don’t know! Bad! We had to stitch a lot of them and they’re all over his body.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah! Shit!” Dustin fumed. “We trusted you to look after him! We fucking trusted you!” He threw a half-hearted punch at Hopper’s chest. “After we find him, he’s coming with us. I will not let you near him again.” His voice trembled and his lip wobbled, betraying the sadness underneath the anger.

The walkie crackled back to life again. “Hey Dustin, you still there?” It was Robin. Dustin scrambled to get his backpack open.

“Yeah! I am! Are you guys close?”

“We are. El is trying to find Eddie with the radio.”

“Did she see him?”

“Not yet, there’s a lot of distractions in this car.”

“Okay. Keep trying, we’ll wait for you at the cabin. Over and out.”

An awkward silence filled the space between them. Dustin furiously wiped at his eyes and looked at the treeline. Hoping against hope that Eddie would just come sauntering out of there, sheepish grin on his face, saying something along the lines of ‘going on a quest by myself isn’t as much fun as I thought.’ And then when the others arrived they could take him with them. But the forest was silent. Hopper’s eyes also scanned the woods, not looking for anything in particular, mostly he was looking for things to say.

“I am sorry, you know?” He started.

“Are you now?” Dustin huffed.

“We haven’t exactly… bonded. But that’s because of me. He tried to be nice, to make things work, but I pushed him away every time. After a while he stopped trying, stayed out of my way as much as possible.”

“Why would you treat him like that?”

“I thought- I thought he would be a bad influence on all of you. I’ve seen him at the station a couple of times, usually arrested for theft or dealing. I bet that he uses too. I don’t want that around you kids. I don’t trust him.”

“No. you know how he influences us? He gave Lucas, Mike and me a place to be ourselves in school. He protects us and teaches us to do the same for others. He sees the good in all of us and makes sure to tell us exactly what he sees. He’s been encouraging El to read more and she loves it! He’s the only person Max ever talks to about her family, because he gets it! She really needs someone like that. Steve just lights up around him! Like he’s a different person when Eddie’s around. And you” Dustin glared and pointed at Hopper. “You’re just as bad as the rest of Hawkins. Didn’t even try to get to know him, but you sure have a lot of horrible opinions about him. It’s not fair!” Hopper stared at the pointed finger as he let everything sink in. Then his gaze travelled back towards the treeline and he sighed.

“You’re right.”

“I- really? That easy?”

“I’m really not entitled to an opinion if I didn’t even bother to find out more. So yeah, that easy. I messed up.”

Dustin nodded, a frown still on his face. His anger was still there, but it was overshadowed by his worry for Eddie. He clenched and unclenched his hands, he bit his lower lip and shuffled his legs, clearly holding himself back from blindly running into the woods. Hopper felt an strong sense of guilt at the pain he caused him.

“So tell me more about him. You said he saved your life.”

Dustin looked surprised, but then he flinched at a memory Hopper couldn’t see. “I hate to remember that moment.” He started. “But I guess you should know it.”

The story Dustin told him then, of survivor’s guilt and swarms of demonic bats and concerts in the upside down, of desperate attempts to buy more time and screams and blood and soul crushing last words, it shook him to his core.

“And- and then Steve, Nancy and Robin found us. Steve carried him on his back as he climbed through the gate. It- it was-“ Dustin choked on his words, his wide eyes looked unfocused, like he was seeing it happen all over again. “It was horrible. When they hit the mattress on the other side Eddie let out this- this noise. It wasn’t even a scream. And then he was quiet like he-“ His face crumpled and he covered his mouth as he shoulders started to shake. Hopper instinctively reached out and pulled Dustin into his arms. The kid didn’t resist as he was embraced, just buried his face in Hoppers jacket to calm himself down. Hopper rubbed his back. “He’s okay, he lived, remember? He’s alive.”

“y-yeah.” Dustin sniffed. “We stopped the bleeding and stitched him up. He got better each day.” Hopper patted his shoulder.

“Hop! Dustin!” In the blink of an eye, they were swarmed by Joyce, Steve, Nancy, Robin, Eleven, Mike, Lucas, Max and Erica, all asking what happened and if they were okay, hugs were exchanged and as Hopper took a step back to observe the group he was floored by the amount of people that showed up. It was Eleven who took the opportunity of the moment of silence to speak up.

“I saw him.” She said. Dustin immediately perked up.

“You did? Where is he? What’s he doing?”

“He’s hiding in the woods.”

“Hiding? From who?”

“There are men in the woods.” That put Hopper on high alert. “Are they looking for Eddie?” He asked.

“I don’t think so. But they have guns.”

“How-“ Dustin was almost afraid to ask. “How is he?” Eleven looked at him with sad eyes.

“He was shaking. And bleeding.”

“Okay, shit.”

“But I can find him.” Eleven said, jaw set determinedly. Hopper nodded at her.

“Right.” He walked briskly back into the cabin. Everyone exchanged confused looks and shrugs at each other. Things became clear however, when Hopper came back with his gun, tugging it in the waistband of his jeans.

“Let’s go kid.” He said to El. “Everybody else…” He addressed the rest of the group. “If we all go we’re going to attract way too much attention. So you need to stay here, also Eddie might come back on his own.” Of course this scenario was very doubtful, but it would give them something to do. A chorus of sighs and groans were heard throughout the group. Everybody was hyped on adrenaline and ready to do something, anything to help. Dustin was the only one that dared to contradict him directly.

“Eddie does not want to be found by you.” He said. It wasn’t stated with much heat, but the truthful way in which he said it still stung. Joyce quickly sensed the situation and stepped in.

“Why don’t I go with him then? The three of us will look like a family taking a hike and Eddie might react better to me.” She shrugged. Hopper hesitated.

Eleven nodded enthusiastically. “A compromise.”

Hopper gave her a soft look. “Fine. Compromise.” He turned to the rest of the group. “All of you can stay. Lay low, make sure nobody sees you. Dustin can tell you what happened.” He nodded to Dustin as he said this, silently communicating his consent to tell the full story.

Eddie woke up with a start and for a moment, he had no idea where he was. He was sitting in an awkward position, something was poking his back and- was he outside? And why did his shirt feel so sticky? When he carefully shifted his upper body to find a more comfortable position, his stomach spasmed and he had to bite back an agonized groan. His whole torso felt like it was torn to shreds.

Because it was.

Shit- was he?- No. He got out, right?... Right?!? The threat of blind panic send chills over the top of Eddies skin. Desperately, he dug his fingers in the dirt underneath him and tried to calm his heaving breaths. It hurt so much. Eddie gagged against the pain and fear.

What did Wayne used to do when he started spiralling as a kid? He always sat him down. Okay, check I’m sitting down. And then- and then he made him say things that he could see. And then hear and then… smell? Or feel?

‘Just tell me three things you can see kid, no rush, you can do it.’ He could almost hear Wayne sitting in front of him, looking at him with worry written all over his face. He always put his hands on his shoulders. It made him feel so much more grounded. His own shaking right hand slowly trailed up to rest on his left shoulder, squeezing tight. Cautiously, he let his eyes take in his surroundings. It was getting darker, but he could see he was in a forest.

“I- I see trees…” He mumbled to himself.

“A-and-“ He had to squeeze his eyes shut against a wave of pain. When he blinked them open again he tipped his head back and looked up. Beautiful purple and pink clouds were illuminated by the sunset that Eddie couldn’t see.

“Clouds.” He whispered. “ ’n the moon.” A beautiful full moon was already visible in the sky. Definitely not an upside down sky.

Alright. what was next? Things he could hear? It’ll do.

“The w-wind.” Eddie sucked in a deep breath. “My breathing. And my voice?” This was going alright.

Okay. Maybe it’d be better to skip the things he could feel for now. Things he could smell is probably next.

“I- I smell leaves…” he nodded to himself. “And dirt and… Oh God.” Eddie gagged again, this time it took him a lot of willpower not to throw up.

“I smell blood.” He whispered to himself. That was unfortunate. So he wasn’t in the upside down, they still won, but he was hurt. And alone.

It came back to Eddie in a flash. The days of isolation, the loneliness, Dustin coming to see him, his fight with Hopper. Shit. He blew it. Why did he have to run away? Where was he going to go now? Hopper was right. He couldn’t go to Harrington. He would put them all in danger by being near them. Hopper definitely wouldn’t want him back now. He was screwed.

Snap

Eddies eyes shot to the source of the sound. What was that? As he listened closely, he could hear approaching voices and footsteps.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

In the distance he could see three figures walking in his direction. They were carrying rifles. Not the type of people Eddie wanted to run into right now. Or ever. He had to get up, hide somewhere. Eddie experimentally moved his legs and immediately had to bite his hand to prevent himself from crying out. How was he even going to do this?

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe they’d put him out of his misery. Like a rabid dog.

No. He did not survive being eaten alive by a fucking swarm of demonic hellscape bats just to be killed by some angry hick who just happened to run into him. No way.

With whatever strength he found within himself he hauled his body into a standing position. His vision went grey and spotty as he stood hunched over trying not to throw up. As his vision cleared, he could see all the blood covering the forest floor and quickly wrapped an arm around his abdomen, trying to apply some pressure. He bit his lip hard to muffle the strangled whine that he couldn’t hold off anymore.

And so Eddie found himself stumbling through the forest, trying not to leave a trail of blood and looking for a place to hide. What a way to spend a summer evening. ’86 was truly his year, wasn’t it?

Next chapter

#eddie munson #eddie munson whump #eddie munson fanfiction #dustin henderson #jim hopper #stranger things #eddie lives #Stir crazy st fanfiction

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faroreswinds · 2 years

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Choice

Golden Wildfire Ending: A short fanfiction with the lowest of effort with mostly dialogue cause I’m lazy

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“What? There is an invader?” an astonished Claude reeled at the news. “Are you sure?”

“Quite sure, Your Majesty.” The panicked messenger spoke quickly and nervously, and with those words the air turned thick with disbelief as the room filled with murmurs.

It was Lorenz who spoke up first. “But that’s utterly impossible. No one could slip past our defenses so deep in Federation territory. Why, I would sooner believe that-”

“That’s enough, Lorenz,” cut off Claude. He thanked the messenger, then bade him to rally the soldiers inside the fortress for battle. “We need to find them and stop them quickly.”

The messenger bowed and rushed out wordlessly. When the door slammed shut behind him, Claude allowed his hardened face to fall. He raised a hand to his head and his gaze was miles away.

“I have to say, I did not see that coming...”

Lysithea, who stood by his side, had a worried look. “Me neither. I did not anticipate someone to send an assassin after our king.”

“Whoa, an assassin? The intruder is an assassin?!” Raphael balked loudly. “But why? The Claudester is the coolest king ever!”

“Well, we don’t know if the intruder is an assassin or that they are after Claude,” Leonie interjected. “For all we know, they could be a bandit who is particularly bold.”

“Uh-huh...” Lysithea did not look so sure. “Well, it is true that they may not be an assassin, but I do not see why else someone would try to infiltrate our defenses for some other purpose. But the scouts only got a glimpse of them before they slipped away, so I think we should assume the worst.”

Lorenz nodded. “I agree with Lysithea. It is better to prepare for the worst.” He faced his king. “And thus, I think we should get you somewhere safe immediately.”

“No.” Claude’s eyes narrowed. “I cannot just hide while there is someone after my head.”

Everyone turned to look at him now. He stood tall. “It’s probably someone from the Central Church who has come to take their revenge. We hadn’t been able to corral all of their followers yet, and I would not be surprised is someone was mad enough to want me dead.”

“Yes, I suppose it hasn’t been that long,” whispered Marianne. She clasped her hands together, as if to pray for wisdom. “Perhaps it was someone who really loved Lady Rhea.”

Ignatz pushed up his glasses, his fingers shaking. “O-or maybe it was the emperor....”

“Or someone who is angry to see things changing,” Claude proposed. “Regardless, it doesn’t matter right now. What does matter is that someone is here uninvited. We need to find them and capture them. If we can find out why they are here, we can use that to help us weed out where people are unhappy.”

His tone indicated that the decision was final, and no one said another word on the matter. They agreed to seek out the intruder. As each person rushed off to different corners of the fortress, Claude could not help but feel a wretched pit in his stomach at what all has been transpiring.

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Four Weeks Ago

Claude stood over his desk, his knuckles white as he read the parchment before him again and again. The writing upon it was elegant, the waxen stamp of the Imperial family perfect. And yet, its words were ugly and unwelcomed.

“So, Edelgard has chosen to not stop her war....” Lorenz said, saddened. “Despite the death of Lady Rhea and the destruction of the Central Church, she continues her assault on the Kingdom anyways?”

After a moment of hesitation, Claude rolled up the message and gripped it in his hand.

“Yes, she has chosen not to stop.”

“But the Church was the whole reason for this war, and now it is gone! What other purpose might she have?”

“We always knew this was a possibility, Lorenz. She had told me herself that she believed the Kingdom needed to be dissolved in order to root out all influences of the Central Church. I had hoped that her debt to me would give me some sway, but says that that is not enough to stop her.”

“Ah... “ Lorenz was taken aback. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened just a little. “And what of King Dimitri? Has the envoy we sent returned with his response?”

Claude shook his head. “The envoy hasn’t returned.”

“Perhaps something has happened to her along the way?”

Or perhaps Dimitri had the envoy taken care of.

No.

That does not sound like him. Dimitri would have sent a response.

“Let’s send another one,” Claude proposed, reaching for another piece of parchment. “If we can get Dimitri to agree to stop the war, then we can perhaps avoid more bloodshed.

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Present Day

It had been hours, but there was no sight of the intruder. It wore thin on the troops, knowing someone lurked in the shadows. And yet, no matter how hard anyone sought them, the intruder eluded their searches. It was as if they were nothing more than a figment of a tired scout’s imagination.

This is what would become the story as no one was found. “Ol’ Nort is just seein’ things,” proclaimed one soldier, shaking her head. “Ain’t no soul here. Not enough corners to hide in to go this long unspotted.”

Tensions remained high, but the panic died down. Why would it linger, when it seemed their intruder was nothing but ghost brought on by exhaustion?

“We are still looking for them, but some of the soldiers are saying that it was a false alarm,” Ignatz just finished reporting to Claude. “So hopefully, that means there is nothing to worry about.”

But Claude was still doubtful. No, something did not sit right with him... call it a hunch.

“Thanks, Ignatz. You must be tired. Why don’t you turn in for the night?” he proposed to the young knight, gesturing towards the door.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” When Ignatz paused, Claude laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ve lived through a number of hairy situations. If it turns out someone is still sneaking around, they won’t get the jump on me.”

Ignatz thanked him, somewhat grateful but still uneasy. He bowed and left the room. At the sound of the door closing, Claude’s hand went to his waist where a dagger sat hidden.

“As I said... they won’t get the jump on me.”

“.... You have good ears.”

Claude whipped around in surprise at the voice, for it was familiar to him and yet, one he did not expect. In fact, it was the last person he expected to see skulking around his fortress.

“Dedue?”

The giant man stepped out from the shadows. “I did not expect you to walk into the room I was already in. This makes things easier.”

The king’s hand did not move, but his voice was friendly and welcoming. “Dedue! You are a sight for sore eyes. Although, how did you-” Claude’s voice trailed off as he eyed the man closely. How did a man so large as Dedue manage to sneak all the way into this room unseen? It was not as if he was subtle. He towered over every person Claude knew.

And he was as taciturn as ever, standing there before Claude with an expression that he could not quite read. Anger? Disappointment?

“Well, I would offer you a drink, but I doubt you are here on friendly business.” Claude casually began to make his way around his desk, to put something solid between himself and his uninvited guest.

“That is correct.” Dedue made no effort to lie.

“So. I suppose Dimitri sent you here to kill me.”

“....”

When Dedue took a step forward, Claude’s hand tightened around his dagger. But Dedue then produced a familiar piece of parchment and laid it down on the desk.

“Your message. It was received.”

Claude glanced down at it without moving his head. Yes... that was his handwriting all right, and that was his seal. This was the request for a ceasefire he had sent to Dimitri weeks ago.

“Then it was received.” Claude’s eyes went back to Dedue’s unreadable face. “Although it is a bit unusual for the response to... force their way in and sneak around like a thief. If Dimitri had no intention of stopping the war, a letter would have sufficed.”

“And what happened to the envoy? Did you-”

“She was bade to not return here. I have come in her stead.” Dedue saw the look Claude gave him. “Do not worry, she is unharmed. And she agreed willingly.”

There was no lie in Dedue’s voice. But there was still something uneasy about him.

A sigh escaped Claude’s lips. “Listen, Dedue, I don’t to hurt you. I have received Dimitri’s message loud and clear-”

“No.” Suddenly, Dedue’s expression darkened. His eyes narrowed, the corners of his lips turned down. His eyebrows furrowed together, and ever so slightly did his fingers curl. “This is not a message from His Majesty.”

That gave Claude pause. “... What?”

“You guess you really haven’t heard yet. I am... surprised.” Well, he did not look as if he was. “His Majesty is dead.”

The temperature in the room seem to drop instantly at those words. Claude’s mouth felt a little dry. “Dimitri.... what? How is that possible? I have not heard Edelgard’s forces had even broken through the Western front.”

“They haven’t. Not yet.” Now it was Dedue’s turn to move. He slowly stepped to the side, starting to step around the desk as Claude had.

“Dedue... I am sorry. I mean it. I did not want him dead.”

“I know. I was there when you invaded Fhirdiad.” Step. Step. “I watched you stay your hand against His Majesty.”

Claude began moving again, matching Dedue.

Step. Step.

“Then why are you here?”

“Because it was your fault.”

Claude knew now what expression Dedue had before, the one he could not place.

Despair.

Dedue had loved him.

The man was still talking, “He was blamed. Blamed for the death of Lady Rhea, since he did not fight by her side till the end. There was... a coup.” Dedue’s fingers had fully curled now, and his knuckles were white. “And he... he allowed it. Said it what was owed to him, for what he had done.”

“But that was not his fault! Nor was it mine!”

“You forced him to make a choice.” Dedue’s face was filled with a hatred rarely seen. “And you did not think of the consequences of what that meant for him.”

Claude did not know what to say. His thoughts whirled back to when he had sacrificed Randolph, back to when Judith had died, to their faces as they died due to his decisions.

“The answer,” Dedue broke through his thoughts, “to your message. There will not be a ceasefire. The people do not desire it. They killed Dimitri for it.”

“And now... you have another decision to make.” It was then Dedue produced a small blade he had concealed.

“Choose.”

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Based on the fact that Dedue is a ninja in SS, sneaking into Edelgard’s palace in a full suit of armor.

#Golden Wildfire #my-writing #but low effort

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