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syddsatyrn · 3 months

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Chapter 1 ⛤ Chapter 2 ⛤ Chapter 3 ⛤ Chapter 4 ⛤ Chapter 5 Masterlist

⛤Pairing: - Eddie Munson x FemReader

⛤Warnings: Swearing, drinking / smoking, fluff, friends to lovers. This is probably gonna end in smut.

⛤Words: 1.4k

⛤Song: "Photograph" By Def Leppard

⛤Summary: Moving away from Hawkins was the biggest mistake of your life. You left your best friends and forgot to stay in touch. Years later, you decide to hit up your good friend Steve. Its time to make a plan and make amends. The one thing you didn't expect was feelings to resurface when you saw your old highschool crush.

⛤Notes: This series is 18+ Minors scram. Special thanks to @hellfiremunsonn, I am a wreck without her, lol. This chapter is a little short. We are doing a slow burn, ladies , gentleman and nonbinary friends. Next Chapter will have Eddie in it I promise! Please check out Chapter one before you start this one. Thank you!

⛤Chapter 2: Pulling Strings You walk into work early and meet up with your manager. You explain that you need a week off to visit family in Hawkins. They calculate your vacation time and approve it, it's official! In two weeks you're going back to your childhood hometown. You asked a couple of coworkers to help cover your shift and got lucky, they both agreed they could use the extra hours. It was the longest two weeks that you've ever experienced. You passed the time with some shopping for your trip. You made sure to get all the essentials, and a couple of new cute outfits to bring too. You visited your mom and told her all about your plans, she's excited for you! She even sent you off with a little extra money, just in case.

Everything appears to be falling into place. The anticipation is killing you. But you start to find yourself thinking about Eddie quite often. You thought about his dark brown eyes, and how shockingly cute he was when he smiled. Back when things got difficult with your family, Eddie was always down for some late-night talks, listening to you vent for hours sometimes.

The night before you left, you spent time packing, calling Steve, and confirming some minor details. You took a shower before bed and watched some late night TV. When you finally decide to turn in, you crawl under the comforter and try your best to get some rest. Even if you still feel a huge pit in your stomach.

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You're beginning to think you should have packed lighter as you hauled your bags down to the car. You load everything into the trunk and settle into the driver's seat. You take a deep breath and start the car, the engine roars and you hit the gas. There's no next time, it's now or never. Time to take a leap of faith and do your best to be a better friend. You might not get another chance. The sun shines through your windshield as you turn the bend, the fresh Indiana air is crisp and clean. As you see the “Welcome to Hawkins” sign, your body starts to tense up. You try to recall the directions Steve gave you in the correct order. You turned onto main street and kept on until you saw the blue apartments named “Hawkin’s Heights”. You pulled into the parking lot and backed into a parking space carefully and cut the engine.

It took you what felt like forever to get out of the car. But after a few deep breaths and some time to mentally hype yourself up, you are ready. You walk upstairs and follow the numbers until you find apartment 106. You knock on the door and it instantly opens.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you made it!” Steve looks completely thrilled to see you. He scoops you up into a hug and pulls you inside the apartment, shutting the door behind you.

“Hi Stevie” You laughed “It’s so nice to see you!” Steve finally lets go and you recognize the other familiar face in the room. It was none other than Dustin Henderson.

“Oh my god, Dustin?! You’re like…all grown up!” You can't believe how mature he looks now. You give him a massive hug, he's taller than you now. Time sure does fly, kids sure do grow up fast. The boys head downstairs to help you lug your bags inside, thank goodness you didn't have to do that alone.

Once you get inside you notice the boys are taking your stuff down the hall, and you follow them. Once you walk through the threshold you immediately know whose room this is.

“You’ll be staying in Eddie's room. He comes back from tour in two days so you’ll see him then. I’m sure he won’t mind at all.” Steve explains so casually like it's no big deal.

“Oh god, I couldn’t just take his room. I would feel so bad. What if I take the couch?” You ask with a nervous laugh.

“Can’t, Dustin is on the couch. His mom went on this singles cruise. Even now I’m still somehow babysitting.” Steve laughs and Dustin scoffs at him. Your face turns a little red at the thought of sleeping in your high school crush’s bed.

“Don't listen to him, Y/N, my mom is just paranoid.” Dustin retorts as he follows Steve to the kitchen.

They both leave you to order some pizza and give you time to settle in. The room is truthfully very clean, there are Metal posters all over the walls, along with flyers from shows he’s played. He has some Christmas lights hanging for some ambiance. You take a seat on his queen-sized bed, it feels really comfy. The back comforter and black pillow cases were so him. There are guitars hanging on the wall, a couple of guitar stands, and amps off to the side.

I guess it can't be helped. You'll have to deal with it for now, maybe you can crash at Robin’s later. You shut the door and find yourself some lounge clothes to wear, settling on a pair of shorts and a large Metallica t-shirt. After brushing out your hair and setting out some clothes for tomorrow, you decide to join the boys in the kitchen.

“We got two large pepperoni pizzas,” Dustin announces, Steve opens two beers and offers you one. You gladly take it and grin as you see the label.

“Did you buy my favorite beer on purpose?” You ask, poking fun at how much of an accommodating host Steve can be. When the pizza arrives you all settle down in the living room and watch some late-night sitcom. Steve tells you all about the lengths he's gone to get everyone to gather here.

Nancy is coming to visit with Johnathan, they are staying with her parents. Robin has no idea you were here, Steve had to come up with some ridiculous excuse for her not to show up today. Eddie called to tell him when he would be returning in a couple of days and Steve had to play it cool like nothing was going on. He told them we were throwing a get-together at the Hideout but didn't mention you in the slightest.

“Wow…Look at you pulling all the strings.” You clapped softly and Steve took a little bow. You were truly impressed with his ability to put all of this together. “Thank you, Steve. This is so cool of you.”

“It was nothin’ really. You called and I had to make it happen.” He shrugs with a half smile. You hug your friend and decide to excuse yourself. You had a long drive and it was exhausting. You walk back to Eddie’s room to turn in for the night. When you look over at the nightstand you see a pack of cigarettes, half empty. Eddie used to bum you cigs when you hung out at his trailer. You flash back to the time your Dad was drunk and acting out, arguing with your mom. You ran off to Eddie’s place and your mom almost called the cops.

You grabbed one out of the pack and used the lighter next to the ashtray. You opened up a window and placed the cigarette between your lips and lit it. The taste was like shaking hands with an old friend. It was smooth and you almost feel bad for breaking your 3 year streak but also, one won't hurt…probably. That same nostalgic feeling you felt opening those boxes came flooding back in.

We were just teenagers, there were so many signs that he was head over heels for you but you were naive, oblivious, and it hurt you a little. Neither of you had the guts to say anything to each other. A regret that made you feel shameful to say the least. You’ve wondered if he still has feelings for you or is he off having the time of his life with his groupie fangirls?

When you try to define this feeling it's next to impossible, you feel a sense of anticipation. It's like you’re eager to relive some feelings, or longing for a simpler time. You take a few drags and try to wave the smoke and your insecurities out the window. You can't wait to see Robin tomorrow. It's time to get some sleep, you have a feeling you won't be getting much for the rest of the week.

You put out your cigarette and shut the window, turn out the light, and finally crawl under the covers. You have to admit, his bed smells really good, like fresh linen and men's cologne. It made you feel especially comfortable, and it didn't take long to ease into a deep slumber. You could get used to this kind of contentment.

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journeytothewestresearch · 3 months

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One question is if the six-eared macaque is a negative aspect of Sun Wukong's personality, that means that the other two mystical monkeys are also aspects of the personality except that unlike the Macaque, they are both positive aspects or simply part of Sun's personality. and the reason why they do not appear directly or are agonistic in jttw is because they do not go against the path of Buddhist enlightenment

Sorry if you don't understand, I don't speak English and I'm using a translator.

I've also speculated that the other two cestial primates are aspects of Sun Wukong's mind. An update to my Six Ears article reads:

I'm not really sure why the other two don't explicitly appear in the narrative. But I do know that, including Sun Wukong, the four celestial primates mirror the four kinds of monkeys and apes living on Flower-Fruit Mountain. As I write here, chapter one reads:

The Handsome Monkey King thus led a flock of gibbons [yuanhou, 猿猴], macaques [mihou, 獼猴], and horse-monkeys [mahou, 馬猴], some of whom were appointed by him as his officers and ministers (based on Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 1, p. 106). 美猴王領一群猿猴、獼猴、馬猴等，分派了君臣佐使。

The gibbons are also called "long-armed gibbons" (tongbei yuanhou, 通背猿猴; lit: "(arms)-through-the-back gibbons"). [1] (This refers to the belief that the long, agile arms of the gibbon were somehow connected (i.e. tongbi, 通臂), passing through the back (i.e. tongbei, 通背) (Gulik, 1967, p. 92-93).) The horse-monkeys are also called "red-buttocked horse-monkeys" (chikao mahou, 赤尻馬猴). [2] These terms are important to remember.

Here is the list of the four celestial primates:

Stone-Monkey of Numinous Wisdom (Lingming shihou, 靈明石猴) - i.e. Sun Wukong

Red-Buttocked Horse-Monkey (Chikao mahou, 赤尻馬猴) - The exact same kind as that mentioned above.

Long-Armed Gibbon (Tongbi yuanhou, 通臂猿猴; lit: "Connected Arms Gibbon") - As mentioned above, tongbi (通臂) and tongbei (通背) refer to the ape's long arms.

Six-Eared Macaque (Liu'er mihou, 六耳獼猴)

The apes and monkeys of Flower-Fruit Mountain and the Four Celestial Primates both include Sun Wukong (i.e. the Stone Monkey), Red-Buttocked Horse-Monkeys (Chikao mahou), Long-Armed Gibbons (Tongbei and Tongbi), and Macaques (mihou), one of which has Six Ears (Liu'er). Therefore, the two groups are practically the same.

Based on this, a person might suggest that if one celestial primate (Sun Wukong) is born on Flower-Fruit mountain, then others can be, too. This opens the door to all four of the celestial primates having been born (or at least manifesting) there. And since Six-Ears is an aspect of Monkey's mind, the missing two celestial apes could be as well.

I should note that Wukong's Four Might Commanders are two long-armed (tongbei) gibbons and two red-buttocked horse-monkeys. Someone could suggest that two of them make up the missing celestial primates. But they are never shown to have great powers, just knowledge about the world outside of Flower-Fruit Mountain.

In the end, though, the missing celestial primates may not appear simply because they are not important to the overall narrative.

Notes:

1) Yu (Wu & Yu, 2012) incorrectly translates tongbei yuanhou (通背猿猴) as "bare back monkey" (vol. 1, p. 131).

2) Yu (Wu & Yu, 2012) incorrectly translates this as "baboon" (vol. 1, p. 106). The horse-monkey was a nickname for the macaques placed in horse stables to keep away sickness (refer to here).

Sources:

Gulik, R. H. (1967). The Gibbon in China: An Essay in Chinese Animal Lore. Leiden: E.J. Brill.

Wu, C., & Yu, A. C. (2012). The Journey to the West (Vols. 1-4) (Rev. ed.). Chicago, Illinois: University of Chicago Press.

#Sun Wukong #Monkey King #Four Celestial Primates #Four Monkeys of Chaos #Six-Eared Macaque #Journey to the West #JTTW #Four Mighty Commanders

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bratshaws · 11 months

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through the hourglass 157. brb x oc

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He was a bit wrong.

Mav didn’t faint but he did cry. Quite a lot, he stood up and hugged both of them while crying, literally sobbing. He was happy, very happy by the new pregnancy. Was it a bit shocking? Of course it was, but Maverick didn’t complain about it, he just said they’d do a great job…and that bring them back to the conversation Bradley wanted to have with Bea.

With Pete back home and the three of them alone, Rooster sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed with Nicole, Beatrice walking away to take her shower and get ready for the night, “Gorgeous.”

‘Yeah?”

“I was thinking,” he begins, playing with Nicole’s tiny hands and smiling as she gurgles at him and he leans back on the bed to keep her on his chest, letting his daughter sit on his stomach and hold onto his fingers, “Since I’ll…leave soon…we should go out. You know, on a date.”

There’s a sudden stop of any movement from the bathroom, Beatrice comes out wearing only her robe and with her clothes for the night in her hold, “Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s been a while since we did that.”

She chuckled in confusion, “So, the one week in Virginia wasn’t a date?”

“No, it was family time.”

“Hmmmm…” she squints her eyes suspiciously at him, ‘Do you have anything in mind then? Anything I should think about?”

“Not yet,since I don’t know when I’m going, only that’ll be soon.” he explains, watching her go back into the bathroom, leaving him and Nicole, ‘I want us to have some time with Nikki,” his daughter smiles, maybe she already knows her name? “And then I’ll spend time with you.”

“Aw,Brad, you are so sweet.” she says as the doors close just enough to leave a creak open so they could speak to one another “...well,okay, if it works for you. I don’t want you to worry about it, you know I’d love anything you give me.”

“I know.” he says, gently swaying Nicole side to side, as if she was on a beat and his little girl laughs harder, “But…let me pamper my wife.”

“As if you don’t do it already.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

There’s a pause. “...no.”

He smirks as he kisses Nicole on the cheek. Maybe this was a bit too much, but he couldn’t really deny he wouldn’t like it. The idea of spending time with his girls was too much for him to ignore, he loved them, desperately so and all he wanted was to have it, this moment, with them without worries.

So yeah, he can do that. Even better, he will do that. “Come on Nikki, let’s get you covered up.” he sits on the bed in one swift movement that makes her laugh even more. He smiles, nuzzling her neck as he takes her out of the master bedroom, ‘God I’ll miss that giggle.”

“Dada!”

“Yes, dada will miss you a lot.” he coos as he kisses her hands, then her little nose, “Dada will never forget you when he’s away, you’ll never forget daddy either,right?” Nicole gurgles, hugging his face and giving the ‘gummy kisses’ she’s so used to doing, making the pilot laugh as he brings her closer to his chest.

He opens one of her dresser’s drawers, pulling out a small seafoam colored coat with tiny ducks on it, “Are we feeling ducks?” he holds for her to see, making Nicole turn towards the garment and reach for it, grabbing it tightly in her small hand, “We are feeling ducks. Good.” he places Nicole on the changing table, his little girl already knowing how to sit was a feat he never grew tired of, in fact he loved how she had both of her hands on top of her lap like a little lady, watching him move around.

He slides the coat on her little arms, fixing the collar and rubbing his hand on the soft duck patches on the fabric, ‘There we go.” he smirks, keeping eye to eye contact with Nicole, ‘You look absolutely perfect.” she giggles in a high pitched tone, clapping her little hands and letting him pick her up one more time, “You know, I think I’m gonna surprise mama tonight, what do you think?”

“Aaa!”

“Since we are both staying, hm? We can go get her a little something.”

“Aaa!”

“Yes,I knew you’d like that.” he comes back to their bedroom only to find Beatrice already had her pants on and was currently putting on her earrings, muttering to herself as she walks around the room. She does notice them, giving the two a brief smile and then tugs the sneakers from under the bed, “Look.” he holds Nicole in front of him like she’s Simba, “Doesn’t she look adorable?”

Beatrice looks up from sliding her shoe and smiles, “She does,Roos.” she says, “Are you sure it’ll be okay for you to stay tonight?’

“I am sure.” he says, “Are you sure you will be okay?”

“I am.” she smiles even more, “Believe me,I have to tell Penny about it and tonight is the only night I can do so.” she explains as she’s finished, pulling her hair up in a ponytail, “Then, well, I think she’ll let me work until I reach…five months? Pretty much? Or less, last time it was like that, so…”

“As long you don’t get hurt or worry too much about it.”

Beatrice tilts her head at him, adoration on her face as she turns her body partially towards him, one hand on her hip, “You are too sweet.”

“I have to be.” he smirks, “Cause so are you.”

“If we continue with this I might never leave, so,” she grabs her bag to slide the strap over her shoulder, “Shall we?”

Nicole was sitting on the couch next to Rooster and the dogs, he was actually finishing some reports he chose to do when he got home since it wasn’t that hard to finish it up. He did flick his eyes from the paper to Nicole from time to time, her eyes locked on Dr.Chimp’s colorful episode, her little mouth slack as she supported her body on Eleanor’s large canine head, the white dog didn’t seem to care.

Rooster smirks, checking his phone briefly to see if Beatrice was alright - she hadn’t sent him any messages yet so he assumed the bar was full and she had no time…and he shouldn’t worry, that was going to be okay. He was going to be okay,right? He was, he had Nicole, he had the tv and the dogs and he had…a few reports to finish, so he should do it now.

“Someone told me the amount of reports you did while in the Navy,” he mutters, “And I was dumb enough to not believe them.” he turns to Nikki who just looks back at him with her large green eyes, “You should always believe in people Nikki…well not always, but when it comes to a job you want, you should trust the ones who’ve been there longer, you hear?”

“Aa!”

“Damn right, baby girl.” he taps her nose with his index finger, “Damn right.”

Rooster returns his attention to the reports, focusing on the task at hand. The soft glow of the lamp casts a warm ambiance in the room, and the dogs curl up at his feet, providing a sense of companionship. As he delves into his work, his mind wanders to the upcoming deployment and the challenges that lie ahead.

He knows that being away from Beatrice and Nicole will be difficult. The thought of leaving them behind fills him with a mixture of pride and anxiety. But he's determined to fulfill his duty and return to them safely. They are his motivation to persevere through any obstacles that may come his way.

Was it going to be extremely hard no matter how often he thinks about it?

Yes.

Was he going to manage it?

…yes.

He frowns a bit, tapping the end of his pen against the pile of papers, rubbing his chin with his free hand. This…deployment seemed different, not only there were the new pilots and the seasoned ones, but everything was so hush-hush that Rooster didn’t know what to expect. The uncertainty gnawed at him, adding an extra weight to his already heavy heart. He knew he couldn't control the circumstances or the challenges that awaited him, but he could control how he approached them.

Rooster took a deep breath, pursing his lips as he taps the pen against the paper one more time. He glanced over at the wedding photos on the nearby shelf—the moments frozen in time, filled with love and laughter, he remembers that day vividly, and next to it were the newborn pictures of Nicole. She looked like a tiny little burrito…in fact, one of his favorite photos was exactly like that.

He should know more about this mission, if he was to lead a team, he had to know more. He tried asking others about it, but they were as much in the dark as he was. He knew that the younger pilots’ presence could only mean that they were also there to learn…so would it really be that dangerous?

As he closed his eyes, memories flashed through his mind—training exercises, difficult missions, moments of triumph and moments of loss.

It could be very dangerous.

“Aaa.Dada.” Nicole’s gentle voice breaks him out of his thoughts, her tiny hand holding onto his shirt and her big green eyes focused on him, “Buh buh, aa?”

“...what? Oh,” he checks the time, “Oh shit,we gotta eat,Nikki.” he was glad there was an excuse for him to stop filling those reports right now, picking Nicole up and taking her to the kitchen.

Rooster carries Nicole into the kitchen, a smile playing on his lips as she babbles and points at various objects around the room, she has no idea what they are but seeing them makes her very vocal. He sets her down in her high chair, making sure she's secure before starting to prepare their meal.

He decides that cooking tonight could be an even better distraction. As he rummages through the fridge, searching for ingredients, Nicole watches him with wide-eyed curiosity. She claps her hands and babbles excitedly, eager to participate in whatever her dada is doing.

Rooster chuckles and hands her a plastic spoon to play with, knowing it will keep her entertained while he cooks. “You can’t help me yet, baby girl, but,” he leans down to meet her eyes, “When you are older, we can work on it.”

Nicole giggles as she shakes her spoon happily, bouncing a bit on the chair as Rooster goes back to the task at hand.

He begins chopping vegetables, the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board filling the air and the lovely sound of Nicole babbling. It was just going to be a stir fry, because it was quick and he could have it with Nicole…and Beatrice loved it. The familiar scent of spices and herbs wafts through the kitchen, creating an atmosphere of comfort.

He needed that, just so he could push the thoughts aside, just for a second.Cooking has always been a way for him to find solace, he got that from his mother. During college he mainly lived off Cup Noodles and fast food. “...because I was heavily depressed.” he muttered to himself arching his brows up high, “Fuckin’ bad,I swear. Don’t eat noodles like that Nikki, it’s bad for you.”

“Aa?”

“Yes, bad for you…but they do taste good sometimes.” he is just trying to ease his mind…who else would wonder what this mission was about? Maybe…Jake? No, he doesn’t know. Payback? Nah…neither does Maverick, “I hate being kept in the dark like that, it doesn’t help during the mission.” he says, glancing over at his daughter, who is now happily banging the spoon against her high chair tray, "I know honey, it sucks.”

“Aa!”

“Anyway, while this cooks, what are you feeling tonight? How about,” he opens the fridge, looking around the space for a few seconds, “How about some…uhhhh carrot and sweet potato?’ he grabs the container and checks the label, “Seems nice,I think your nonna made this one, it’s…heavy.” God bless Beatrice’s parents because even like that they always wanted to help.

Rooster chuckles at Nicole's enthusiastic babbling, amused by her antics. He takes the container of carrot and sweet potato baby food from the fridge, inspecting it and reading the label before he heats it up in the microwave. He appreciates the effort put in by Beatrice's parents to help out, even if it means sometimes the food can be a bit heavy for his taste.

But it is pretty good, he did try it a few times with Beatrice.

He keeps an eye on the stove and on the microwave, obviously the microwave is faster and he’s able to grab it to take it towards Nicole"Well, Nikki, let's give it a try, shall we?" he says, scooping a small portion of the carrot and sweet potato mash onto a spoon. He blows on it gently to cool it down before bringing it towards Nicole's waiting mouth.

Nicole opens her mouth eagerly, her eyes fixated on the spoon, eyes crossed and little hands on the tray. Rooster carefully feeds her the first spoonful, watching her reaction closely. As she tastes the new flavor, her face goes from ‘what the hell is this’ to ‘oh this is not so bad!’. She smacks her lips and babbles happily, clearly enjoying the combination of carrots and sweet potatoes.

"Looks like we have a winner!" Rooster exclaims, smiling at his daughter's enthusiastic response. He continues feeding her, making sure to go at a pace that she's comfortable with, allowing her to explore and savor each spoonful. “You are just such a fancy little girl,huh? When your mom and I were kids? The shit we had should’ve been radioactive, but here we are.”

His own food is done by the time he’s still feeding Nicole and he can, amazingly, multitask. He does pause every now and again to make sure Nikki was enjoying herself - okay he does get one bite and blinks hard ‘holy shit, this shouldn’t be so good’. His brain is now less worried, the thought was still there but there was no way he was going to let it ruin his night with Nicole.

Maybe he could get some of the flowers from their garden and set it for Beatrice, “She’d hate it though, so maybe not.”

“Aa!”

“I know honey,I know.” he gives her another spoonful just as he takes another bite.Rooster continues to feed Nicole, savoring the taste of his own meal in between.

Rooster finishes feeding Nicole and sets aside her empty bowl alongside his in the sink, before coming back to wipe her mouth and hands with a cloth. He scoops her up once she’s clean and carries her with him out of the kitchen just after he turns the dishwasher on.

“There we go.” he sets her down back on her spot on the couch, surrounded by the dogs and he goes back to his reports, turning the tv back to Dr.Chimp. He sighs, continuing to file his reports with his head much lighter and his stomach fuller, thinking how he could surprise Beatrice when she gets home.

She needs something good, that’s for sure.

His line of thought stops when the phone rings, luckily it was close enough for him to reach it. It was strange to receive a call so late at night, but he does pick it up, ‘Bradshaw household, Bradley speaking.”

“...Brad?”

“Leo,hi. What a surprise.”

“...i-is my sister home?”

“Bea? No she’s working tonight, why?”

“Fuck,I forgot she had work! Shit!Fuck–”

He had never heard Leonardo so…distraught, almost in tears. He stands up straighter on the couch, ‘What’s going on?”

“Fuck.Brad…it’s dad. Our dad, he–h-he’s in the hospital.”

Rooster's heart drops at Leonardo's words, an unbearable silence taking over. The news about Rafael being in the hospital catches him completely off guard, so much he loses his voice for a few seconds. He struggles to find the right words to respond, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"What? Leo, slow down. What happened to him? Is he okay?" Rooster asks, his voice laced with urgency.

Leonardo takes a shaky breath on the other end of the line before responding. "I...I don't know all the details yet. Mom found him unconscious at home. She called an ambulance, and they rushed him to the hospital. They think it might be a heart attack or something... I'm on my way there now. I-I wanted to let Bea know,I contacted Mike and Mari, but…"

Rooster's mind whirls as he tries to process the news. Concern for his father-in-law floods his thoughts, and he can't help but feel a sense of helplessness being so far away.

As he stands there, alone in the living room, Rooster's mind goes back to the romantic evening he had planned for Beatrice. But now, everything feels different. His focus shifts to how he’ll break the news to her…and…during her delicate state, “....fffuck…fuck.”

“What?”

“...do you want me to take Bea there?”

“...i…yeah, it’d be nice. She…well, if– I can call-”

“No,no, no it’s fine. I’ll give her a call.” fuck how is he going to break that up to her? She was pregnant. How is he going to tell her that her father is in the hospital?? And while she’s at work? “Fuck-fuck, no it’s,I can call her.”

“...thanks Brad.I-I’ll keep you updated,okay?”

“Yeah,yeah sure. Thanks Leo…bye.” his hand feels heavy as he sets the phone down, keeping his palm on top as his eyes clench and his entire body feels heavy. This was not the surprise he was hoping to give Bea.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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aroacehanzawa · 1 year

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Why you should read Mist [Unlimited] if you liked ORV

If you haven't heard of it before, Mist [Unlimited] (薄雾［无限) is an action-adventure sci-fi webnovel of 106 chapters by Chinese author Wei Feng Ji Xu (微风几许) and i'm here to tell you why in my humble opinion you should read it if you liked reading Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint (and if you haven't read orv yet. well what are you doing)

Mist follows Ji Yushi, a 25-year-old "Recorder" whose job is to travel in time and record future events so that the present can be prepared for them. He also suffers from "hyperthymesia", a condition in which he remembers... everything. Literally can't forget stuff, which is both a blessing and a curse. He gets transferred to another team led by captain Song Qinlang, a notorious homophobe - or is he? And then they get into situations where they basically have to complete missions or they die etc etc you know how it is. Anyway here's a link to the carrd with more info and link to translations.

And here's how it managed to fill the void in my heart after finishing orv:

Frail-looking MC who turns out to be super cunning and big brained

MC with such a good memory it comes off as almost prophetic knowledge about the world he finds himself in

No literally, he remembers every single detail of everything with the same energy as kim dokja remembering everything that happens in the novel, and uses that to his advantage

Cold and aloof yoo joonghyuk-esque "classic protagonist" ML who seems like he looks down on others and doesn't speak much and acts like he resents the MC...

...but actually turns out to be very kind and soft, especially towards the MC

Mc has known ML for much longer than the other thinks

Absolute power couple when they work together

They have to complete missions Or They Die

Missions involve different kinds of worlds with unique characters and well-crafted settings

Parallel worlds that are interconnected in ways you wouldn't have foreseen

Very clever resolutions to the missions, that really shows the capabilities of our main characters

Strong team-spirit among the main cast of characters!

The missions seem to be set up by a system or existence somehow beyond humanity

A mystery of where the world that they find themselves in actually originates from, which ends up being closer to home than expected

ML has a Tragic Backstory(tm) that seriously reminds me of kim dokja's once it gets revealed, including heavy themes about family

Very similar themes about finding one's place in the world and *gasp* being loved by others, in all senses of the word

I'm trying to say this without spoiling too much but the ending of Mist literally reminds me of orv's epilogue and if you've read to the end of orv you know that's a strong statement but it really did manage to evoke in me the same range of human emotions and also the way it's set up is really similar down to the very time loops and paradoxes!!! I can't tell you any more though!!!!

There's probably more i can't think of right now, please do read Mist it's an absolute delight and an Experience(tm)

#mist #orv #webnovels #cnovels #omniscient reader's viewpoint #mist unlimited #webnovel recommendation

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ngmn2002 · 6 months

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Hmm...

Mirai = A mouse I see some foreshadowing in there.

Haha, cat vs mouse.~

Hmm... I think we should have predicted Mirari would catch up with Tsukasa & Nene sooner or later after this note AidaIro left back in the clock keepers arc.

She is always in the boundary.

*****

Ch 106 vs Ch 107

*****

Thinking a little about Tsukasa's words... ever wondered how hilarious it would be if we imagined someone 'during this time' going after No.7's yorishiro breaking into Hanako's boundary and searching every corner of it in vain for said yorishiro will go like Tsu in there? And the answer will be: well, if you're interested, the yorishiro you're looking for is there having a fun time in No.1's boundary, and is actually wondering the same thing as you on regard of No.1's yorishiro.

How ironic.

*****

Can't stop thinking about these 2 things put together. They are just the exact opposite. ♥

*****

Even into singing he puts his whole heart & soul. Truly admirable. ♥

*****

Haha, so how many games did the 2 of you play these last 3 chapters, hmm?~

There were games she didn't enjoy, there were games he didn't enjoy, there were games both enjoyed, a really nice time.~

You had loooots of fun together for sure.~

*****

Will add more if new little stuff like these came to my mind.

#little stuff #ch 107

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its-to-the-death · 4 months

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Some notes from the list of songs:

MULTIPLE SUBMISSIONS

For the Death Note: The Musical songs, are you using the original Japanese versions or the English concept album? I know I submitted "Where is the Justice?" and "Hurricane" specifically from the English version, but I'm not sure what others did.

"It's Gonna Get Weird" (74) was cut from Gravity Falls. It never actually featured in the show :(

"Prince Ali Reprise" (106) and "You're Only Second Rate" (Aladdin 2: Return of Jafar) are both from the same series/franchise (Aladdin) and therefore should be color-coded.

What villain did the submitters say "Megalovania" is associated with? Not disputing it per se, but I am curious if they're saying it's a Villain Song for Sans, Chara, or The Player.

"The Hammer" (181) and "The Smell of Rebellion" (182) are both from Matilda, and therefore should be color-coded.

I'm surprised "There's a Platypus Controlling Me" got in. It is a song by a villain (Doofenshmirtz), but it's not about his villainy, it's just him confusedly rapping about him getting glued to a turntable while being mind-controlled by a platypus.

I believe "The Devil's Song" (126) and "Die House" (190) should be put together and color-coded, since you did the same for songs from Tangled and Tangled: The Series. Also surprised that Cala Maria's song apparently didn't get any submissions.

"God Shattering Star" (194) and "The Edge of Dawn" (202) are both from Fire Emblem: Three Houses and therefore should be put together and color-coded.

SINGLE SUBMISSIONS

Also surprised that "When the Chips Are Down" only got one submission (which I think might be mine).

"Kidnap The Sandy Claws" (33) and "Filthy Finale" (259) are part of the same franchise, and therefore should be put together and color-coded.

"Rest In Peace" (51) and "Sweet's Song" (52) are from the same episode of Buffy and therefore should be color-coded.

...Is "Sympathy for the Devil" (60) referring to the Rolling Stones song? The source is just listed as "Christianity."

"Against the Black Knight" (89) and "Beauty is a Mad Mistress" (90) should be moved up next to "The Black Knight" (85). Also in both of those you spelled "Path" as "PAth."

Holy shit "One Step Ahead" only got one submission? :(

"With Me" (115) and "What I'm Made Of" (116) are both from the Sonic series and therefore should be color-coded.

"I Want the Good Times Back" (142) and "Les Poissons" (143) are both from The Little Mermaid franchise and therefore should be color-coded.

"Get In the Water" (188) and "Ruthlessness" (189) are both from Epic: The Musical, and therefore should be color-coded.

Workin' Boys, the source of "Made It Work" (215), is also a Starkid production.

Nightmare Time is also a Starkid production.

"Queen" (247) is from Deltarune. The submitter may have gotten confused because she is from Chapter 2 of Deltarune, but it's the same game, not a sequel.

"Your Love Will Kill Me" (281) and "I'm a Priest" (282) are both from Notre Dame de Paris, and therefore should be color-coded.

Since all of the eliminated Starkid songs are very definitely Villain Songs, I'm going to guess that there were just too many damn Villain Songs from Starkid, which is unsurprising. I didn't expect "Cup of Poisoned Coffee" to get in over something like "Show Stoppin' Number" or "America Is Great Again," though.

In hindsight, a lot of the eliminated songs from The Mechanisms don't really qualify as a Villain Song. Curious about why "Ragnarok II: The Calling" didn't make it, since it's half a Villain Song for The Void and half a duet between Loki and Odin (the other main antagonist).

Lusamine really got shafted when you had to make cuts for Pokemon, huh?

All the links to Death Note songs were for the English version so those are the ones I'm going to link in the polls

For Megalovania, one person said Sans and another said Chara or Sans

I'm surprised more than one person put in There's A Platypus Controlling Me as well. We'll see if it makes it past the preliminary.

For Sympathy for the Devil, yes it is the song by The Rolling Stone (I will note that) but the submitter linked to the Guns N' Roses cover so.....I'll deal with that if it actually gets in the bracket. Yeah most people tell me if it's a song from a band and I unfortunately did not look more into that.

Starkid musicals keep coming out of the woodworks. Yes, there were so many Starkid submissions and I had I made a compromise since there are so many but not all the productions are related. So, each Starkid musical that has multiple submissions will get one song in the bracket.

RIP Lusamine. If you got one more submission, I would have had to make a Pokemon preliminary.

I have fixed all the color coding too.

#pulling from the pot of asks #villain song showdown

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sakurachan7734 · 5 months

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Where are you?

Rewrite

Chapter 2: searching and searching but nowhere to be found

Max pov

It is weird that Jackson and Sarah disappeared without any form of note or anything but why would it take Sarah? Did Jackson run away with its partners? I think I heard mom and dad talking about some foundation probably breaking and taking them we are currently searching for both of them I was told to look by the lake because I know Jackson likes going there with it’s partners I really hope they didn’t drown

Meanwhile with agent Kate and ace

Agent ace: are you sure the other kid is going to come to the lake?

Agent Kate: yes I’m sure

Agent ace: this is such a big waste of time

Agent Kate: I know but we need to capture all of them so we can figure out how two guys had a three kids

Agent ace: I know but SCP 682 is out for f**ks sake that is way more important

Agent Kate: I know but if two creature have a baby we have to figure this out

Agent ace: wait a minute I think I see him. Let’s wait for Him to be distracted.

Max: Jackson, Sarah where are you!!?? Come out this Isn’t funny!

Agent ace:* gets an alert on the walkie-talkie saying that SCP 096 and SCP 106 have been captured* well should we capture that boy now

Agent Kate: yes but when I say so

Max:* notices Jackson’s jacket and Sarah’s helmet* no don’t tell me you both drowned

Max picks up the jacket and helmet and agent ace sneaks up behind Max and put a bag over his head

Max:* kicking and screaming* what are you doing?! Let me go!!

Agent ace: I got him!!

Agent Kate: get him in the truck!

Agent ace: I’m trying but he isn’t cooperating!!

Agent Kate: I told you knock him out first!

Agent ace:* picks max into the back of the truck* well it doesn’t matter he’s already in the car.

Meanwhile, with Jackson and Dr clef

Jackson: will you quit playing that f**king ukulele and tell me where my sister is?!

Clef: not until you shut up about asking where you’re sister is

Jackson: no I won’t shut up about my baby sister

Clef: well I don’t know where she is

Jackson: I know you were told where Sarah was being taken

Clef: what makes you think that?

Jackson: what did that guard tell you?

Clef: relax kid I’m sure your parents and brother will be here soon

Jackson: why do you want us anyway?

Clef: you all are dangerous for the world!

Jackson: so you have to kidnap me and my sister?!

Clef: yes!! You both need to be here so we know how the f**k two man had a baby and if you guys want to kill all of us!!

all of a sudden they hear the alarms go off

Clef: who got out this time?

MTF guard: I think it was the baby

Clef: which one? there’s like two here now

MTF guard: the new one SCP 1096-3

Jackson: -3?

Clef: well there is three of you isn’t there?

Jackson: yes but why does she have a number?

Clef: well, you guys aren’t the only ones contained here and we give you guys numbers because it’s easier to track you all

Jackson: we have names you know?

Clef: no, we don’t and we don’t care

Sarah then jumps onto clef face and start scratching his face

Clef:* screams* GET THIS F**KING TODDLER OFF ME!!

Jackson: YEA SARAH GET HIM!!

A guard runs into the room and grabs Sarah off of clefs face Jackson breaks the glass and attacks the guard and Dr clef

Jackson:* Grabs Sarah* get your dirty hands off her!!

Guard:* kicks Jackson* get down!!

Jackson gets up and starts running

Jackson: There has to be an exit gate somewhere around here!

Sarah:* crying* I want dada!

Jackson: I know I’m trying to find a way out

Meanwhile with Zoe and Catalina

Zoe: grandma can I go play outside?

Catalina: yes dear but you need to be careful

Zoe: I know!

Zoe runs outside to go play

Agent Meg: are you sure that’s the right kid?

Agent Mikaela: yes, I’m sure that’s the right kid Her brother also seems to have these weird powers

Agent Meg: OK. How should we get her?

Agent Mikaela: we could wait for her to be alone

Agent Meg: ok

End of chapter

#scp foundation #scp #scp containment breach #scp fan child

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cardierreh15 · 1 year

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Unexpected Outcomes

Hey everyone! Decided to do something a tad different with the chapter photos. Now, they’re still a work in progress and I have to tweak them a bit, but I hope y’all like the uniqueness of it anyway! Here’s Chapter 3, Company.

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Warning 18+: Cursing , Mentions of Abuse , Mentions Of Sex , Mentions Of Violence & Infidelity

Description: Anya & Amadeo discusses the future of what is suppose to be.

Word Count: 2.3K

Company

Anna.

Baby.

Listen, I'm sorry.

Please answer me.

Pick up so we can talk about this?

Anya.

Read at 09:32am

'You should talk to him,' Nadine said softly, peaking over her shoulder, glancing down at the blue text messages sent from Joseph the previous night before. She walked around her daughter and sat down in her seat, bringing her hot cup of Americano to her lips. Anya looked up at her from her phone after clicking the power button. She didn't want to talk to him. She really didn't know what to say to him. 'I have nothing to say to him... urr, really don't know what to say.'

Her mother finished her drink and placed her mug down, 'Yeah, I could see that but,' she paused as if she was hesitating to tell her something grim. 'When i was a little older than you, years after your father and I got married, he lost his mind and hit me.'

Anya's head snapped over to look at her mother. She looked pained, and she was shocked really. With the way her father loved her mother, never in a million years would she have thought he would've beat her. 'Mama-' Nadine lifted her hand, stopping her daughter from continuing on, 'I don't need your pity. And there's no need to apologize, it wasn't your fault. But, i can guarantee my life... he never hit me again after that.' She gave her daughter and devious snicker before pulling her mug back up to her lips.

The young woman's eyebrows tugged into one, confused yet, intrigued- 'Well?' she leaned in, placing her arms on the table comfortably, 'What did you do?' A smile tugged on her lips. She was so much like her mother, so she knew her mother got her payback. Nadine stared at her for a brief moment before she glanced to her left, 'Your company is here.' She pressed her lips together, giving her a gentle smile.

Anya listened for a moment, the soft sound of a foreign car engine had been shut off. Amadeo was early. 'Forget about him. I'm not concerned about him,' She stood up and walked around the table to meet her mother, 'How did you handle the situation?' Her mother pressed her lips together, 'I made your father pay in the worst possible way. But it was a lesson for the both of us. I learned to forgive him and we moved past that. I will tell you more about it another time. But for now, try not to kill your fiancé? Hmm?'

Anya cringed at the word. Fiancé. She imagined being happy with the word. Being in love with the idea of being someone’s bride. Being Joseph’s bride. Her eyes diverted to the side.

‘I’m already regretting this,’ she looked back up at her mother with a sigh, ‘Can we just pretend we’re married and live in separate homes and live separate lives?’

Nadine laughed a hearty laugh before shaking her head and walking away.

Anya’s eyes followed her mother as she stride gracefully across the stone patio. Her laughter traveled throughout the estate and it caused her to grit her teeth together in annoyance.

***

Good morning, son. How are you?

I’m hanging in there. How is she— handlin’?

Mmm, she’ll come around. Just like you. She’s out in the garden waiting for you.

Anya’s ear’s twitched at the conversation that occurred in the house between Amadeo and her mother. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. As if her mother knew if she’d come around or not.

She grumbled, mumbling to herself, ‘she thinks she knows me? She doesn’t know me. I have to figure out how to get out of this—‘

‘Good Morning, Anya.’

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Phoenix: Story of the Lost Fire Princess

Y’all are going to be getting a lot more Geralt content because our baby won’t be playing him anymore. I’m only trying to help keep dreams alive. Happy Halloween Everyone 🎃

**I do not give anyone the permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Sparring . (Innocent, no bloodshed)

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Phoenix (Curvy African American Woman)

Description: Just a friendly sparring match 😈

Word Count: undetermined

Chapter 5: The formidable Opponent.

TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!’ The repetitive sounds and the forced grunts caused Phoenix to toss and turn all morning. Thankfully, she had gotten plenty of sleep last night and it felt so good to be sleeping on something other than the ground for once. She sat up, groaning a little bit as she felt the sting in her hip. It had been sometime since the werewolf attack, but she was still human at the end of the day and if she wasn’t careful enough— it would never truly heal properly. So she carefully pulled herself from the bed and stretched out her body. Relaxing her muscles and bones so she could go about her did with little to no straining.

After she was done, she looked up at the chest that was by the door. There was a brush sitting on top of what had seem to be trousers and a blouse. She reached behind herself pulled at one of the corset strings and untied it. She then quickly got dressed. The button down blouse was a crème colored with flared, ruffled wrists. A tad bit tight at the waist to define her curves, and it had flared, ruffles at the hem. The trousers, were made of fine leather. Slightly scuffed from the previous wearer, but she was grateful for how comfortable they were. These gave her a nice contour to her thighs, hips and rump. Hmph, she’d have to come shop at Motel Kaer Morhen a lot more.

Phoenix walked out of her chambers, pulling her hair back into a sleek curly ponytail that fell down her back like waterfalls. Her boots clicked down the hall happily as she approached the gruff mumbling of Vesemir’s voice.

As she walked into the dining hall, she took notice how the men didn’t take notice of her this morning. That was kind of refreshing to say the least. They were talking amongst themselves, chuckling and sharing witty jokes. But Geralt was no where to be found. She walked over to Vesemir who was stirring something in the cauldron, ‘Good Morning Vesemir.’ Her voice slightly tired but still liberating and pleasing to the ears.

‘Good Morning, Phoenix. I trust you slept well!’ He didn’t turn to look at her, he just kept his eye on that food. ‘Yes. Someone told me before that if there are in rats around… it’s warm enough.’ She giggled and glanced down at the pot. ‘I slept fine, thank you. Where are Geralt and Ciri?’

To be frank, this was probably the first time in weeks that she hadn’t awakened to the sight of Geralt’s face. It was like her routine was disturbed! Finally, Vesemir turned to look at her, ‘They’re outside in the training yard. You should go with them? There’s no such thing as too much training. I’m sure they’ll be pleased to have you.’

Phoenix nodded and gave him a soft smile, ‘Sure. Thank You.’ She gave him a simple bow and walked towards the back doors, that opened to a world of mysterious contraptions and training tactics.

She stood there on top of the stairs as tiny snowflakes fell on top of her and instantly melted. She watched as Ciri stabbed and swung at that dummy over and over again. Well, that’s where the tapping and grunting came from. ‘What a relief.’ She thought. ‘Again, Ciri.�� Geralt called out, leaning against a destroyed statue with his arms folded across his chest. ‘Yah! Hugh! Urgh!’ She grunted out, swinging and stabbing harder, faster.

The woman glanced at Geralt for a brief moment then back at Ciri. She was starting to notice how frustrated Ciri had become, so she spoke up. ‘I think that’s enough!’ She raised her hand as she descended from the few stone steps. Geralt looked over his shoulder and Ciri turned around. She smiled at the sight of her new friend. And her eyes clearly thanked her for cutting a training session that was going nowhere. ‘I think the girl is tired of the doll. I think she will learn better if she had another moving part.’ She placed her hands on hips as she stood next to him.

Geralt narrowed his eyes, looking down at her, ‘you’re suggesting her go against me?’

‘No. Of course not. Sure you have your patience, Witcher but you Witcher’s are—‘ she walked over to the wooden swords, ‘Sloppy.’ She teased with a smirk. Cirilla tried to hide her giggle from her father by looking away. But he’d caught it anyway.

‘Come Cirilla. Let’s see what the old man had taught you hmm?’ And she stepped forward.

Cirilla looked up at Geralt with pleading eyes, ‘May I?’

Geralt looked down at her and then back up at Phoenix. He didn’t say a word, instead he just jerked his over. And Ciri flashed the happiest grin anyone had ever seen, then she skipped over to Phoenix.

Phoenix took a second to look her over. She stood in a protective yet, striking stance, ready to attack or shield. ‘Hmm, good stance Ciri.’ She complimented and took a chance to swing the wooden sword. But Ciri was fast! She blocked the attack then parried it with a push back.

Stumbling back, ‘Oof!’ Phoenix caught her balance and raised a brow. ‘Not bad, Cirilla!’ Could she really say she was surprised? Geralt smirked in pride.

Phoenix stood up straight before she took her stance. ‘OK, I won’t be stopping this time. Try to fend me off ya?’ Ciri nodded, taking a deep breath, ‘OK.’ And she took her stance as well.

Phoenix swung at her side and she blocked it beautifully. This time, the girls didn’t stop. They pushed one another. Swinging harder and faster, trying to simply keep up with one another. But it wasn’t until Ciri found herself getting too comfortable. She took her eyes off of Phoenix for a mere two seconds and Phoenix was able to kick at her wrist to disarm her, and point the tip of the wooden sword at the side of her neck. The girls stared at one another, breathing heavily. ‘Never. Get too comfortable. Complacency can become a weakness. And your opposer won’t hesitate to gut you if you aren’t quick enough.’

Phoenix glanced over at Geralt. He had stared; intrigued about what he had just saw. But then, Ciri quickly smacked the sword out of her hand and pulled her dagger off her hip. She then rested the blade right beneath Phoenix’s chin. ‘Sorry, you were open and distracted.’

Phoenix stared at her for a little bit until a giggle had left her lips. Then Ciri had joined her, placing her dagger back into her holster. ‘Good Job, sweet heart,’ she placed her warm hands on Ciri’s cheeks, ‘I am proud of you.’ She then dropped her hands, ‘Go inside. Quench your thirst, you must be dying by now!’

‘I will,’ she sighed heavily, ‘Are you coming inside?’

‘Shortly darling, shortly.’ And she gave Ciri and slight bow before the girl turned away and walked back inside of the miniature castle.

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Phoenix: Story of the Lost Fire Princess

Hi everyone! I’m back! Here’s Chapter 4 of Phoenix! Enjoy ❤️‍🔥

**I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Drinking , Violence , Nudity , Mentions of Loss , THE FEELS 🥺💔 , Angst ,

Pairing : Geralt Of Rivia x Phoenix (Curvy African American Woman) (With Guest Stars: Coën, Lambert, Vesemir)

Description: Days after their ambush, Phoenix & Geralt make their way back to Kaer Morhen where she meets those who helped change his life.

Word Count: 3.9K

Chapter 4: Kaer Morhen

The two of them rode in a comfortable silence. Phoenix was to busy taking in her surroundings as, she had never been on this side of the continent before. Even though everything was pretty much the same, having a new companion, made everything seem all the more — different.

‘Hmm, you’re rather chatty today.’ He said softly, with a slight bit of playfulness. He glanced back over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of her looking down at the shimmering snow.

‘Perhaps I do not have much to say today Witcher. You should pay attention to the path before you get us lost.’ She argued back, her own little playful taunt.

Geralt smirked at her remark, ‘Lost? I know this Terrain better than I know the bestiary of this Continent,’ he looked back, ‘You should put some trust in me Princess.’ And he looked ahead once again.

Phoenix rolled her eyes as a smirk curled on her lips, ‘Hmph.’ She breathe out. Her caramel eyes once again found that sparkling white snow again. This time in the trees. And the way the sun shone down on it, — it was breathtaking. It was like looking at diamonds! It was so white and — untouched! As if no one had ever traveled this far before.

It was unfortunate that she never got to take in this bustling and beautiful world around her. She was always on a time limit. Always on her toes. Minding the twins and running from those who wish to seek her harm. Or worse— bring her back to her kingdom, defenseless.

***

Riding from the protection of the trees up above, Geralt and Phoenix had finally come to a stop in a open field that turned into snow covered mountains. And hiding in plain sight, a place she had thought she’d never see in person, was sitting there awaiting their arrival.

Phoenix clutched the reins tightly in her palms as her chest shook with shock and anticipation. She finally opened her mouth, and a small cloud of fog disappeared before her.

‘Phoenix, this is—‘

‘Kaer Morhen.’ She stared up at the fortress as if it were to burst into flames! It was old as time, (or it had seem to be) destroyed by the trials of time and weather. Or maybe—

Geralt looked over at Phoenix. Watching as her emotions shown like a picture book on her beautiful features. ‘Home.’

She looked over at him with her plumped lips pressed together in approval. ‘After you. I am your guest, after all.’

He had given her a simple nod and kicked at Roach’s side, taking off towards the path that lead up to the fortress. And Phoenix had followed suit.

***

After pulling their horses to a stop and dismounting them, the both of them made sure to tie them up, and remove all of their equipment to bring inside with them. Phoenix was enthralled to learn more about this place! Things that the books wouldn’t tell or her father’s Golden Knight, Levy, refused to explain. She looked around, noticing more debris lying about. Large rocks, broken statues, and one thing that caught her eye in particularly. The remains of a.. Griffin?

‘Geralt is that a—‘

Geralt smirked and looked over at her with slight confusion, ‘A Griffin? Yes.’

Phoenix had dropped everything that she held. Her weapons, her travel kit, her knitted blanket— EVERYTHING— and quickly rushed over to the icy bones. She dropped to her knees, fast breaths leaving her lips. She popped the button on her wrist and removed her her glove.

With the warmth of her hand now gone, she shuddered at the brisk feel. She could have used her power to warm up her palm, but she wanted to feel all of this. This whole moment, she wanted to remember how everything felt. So she placed her palm on the skull of the skeleton and she had never felt so enlightened before. Phoenix let out a scuff, with thick tears filling her eyes. All of this was like a dream to her.

Geralt had picked up her valuables and walked over to her, ‘decades ago. A father, seeking the revenge for his mate and offspring. When Griffin’s mate, they—‘

‘Mate for a lifetime.’ She said softly, loud enough for him to hear but so softly. Phoenix looked over her shoulder, up at him with wet eyes. ‘He only wanted justice. Were there any innocent lives slain?’

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The Guy Next Door

It’s been a while yall 😏🚩

Pairing: Henry Cavill(Ronan) x Curvy African American Woman(Amunet-POV)

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Mentions of Sex , Angst , HeartBreak , Mentions Of Loss , Angst , Mentions of Abortion .

Description: After finding out something that would change Amunet’s life forever, she comes across something that would change how she looks at Ronan.

Word Count: 2.6K

Chapter 7: Reflections

She was looking at herself in the mirror; glaring at her curves as — she felt like she was a bit more different than she was when she started seeing Ronan. She had a glow to her, one that she recognized but, clearly in denial about. She wouldn’t even know what to think or say to herself if what she had believed it to be true. Hell, she wouldn’t even know what to say to… him.

Amunet was lost in the artistic curves and swirls of her stretch marks when he swiftly wrapped his arms around her body and pressed kisses against her head. It caused her to gasp suddenly in surprise; but she didn’t dare fight that smile that was growing on her lips. ‘Hey, what are you doing— we’re going to be late.’ He mumbled against her flesh.

‘Nothing just— nothing.’ She turned around and tightened her towel around her chest.

Ronan gave her a concerned look, ‘Are you OK sugar? You haven’t been yourself the past few days.’

She placed her hand on his chest and her chestnut eyes lingered there for a moment before they looked up into his deep blue depths. ‘I—…’ she didn’t even know where to start. Her nervousness got to the best of her. The quieter it grew, the more anxious she became and now her stomach begun to turn.

Ronan grabbed her hand gently, ‘Whatever it is that’s bothering you Netty you can tell me.’

She finally felt a great weight being lifted off of her shoulders when he reassured her. ‘Can we stop by the store on the way to the meeting? I have to pick something up.’

— Amunet stood there in that aisle alone as she squeezed her purse handles in her palm, staring down at the medium sized pink boxes. She didn’t want to believe the changes she saw in the mirror. Perhaps it was just her own mind playing sick games on her. But: ‘It wouldn’t hurt to be sure…’ she said softly before snatching up the pink box and hurrying to the front to pay for her belongings.

‘Thank you. Where’s your restrooms?’

‘Straight to the back ma’am. There’s a big sign, you can’t miss it.’ The young lady said gracefully to her.

‘I probably still would. Thank you.’ She gave her a gentle smile and swiftly turned around to walk away and the young girl shouted, ‘Good Luck!’

It caused Netty to stop in her tracks. She truly didn’t know how to feel about all of this. She was between: “how could you allow yourself to get pregnant by a stranger? Get rid of it if you are.” Or “You’ll have what you’ve been needing. What you’ve been missing. Keep your baby.” The girl had no idea what she was going through, so she just looked over her shoulder and said, ‘Thank you!’ And started to walk again, ‘I’m going to need it.’

Are you OK in there?

Baby Girl?

Netty do you need me to come inside?

She glared at the text messages as she paced back and forward in the handicap stall. Then she glanced back at top of the screen to look at the time. It had been ten minutes after she had taken the test. Filled with so much anticipation and dread, she could feel her hands start to sweat and her chest begin to tighten. ‘OK. Breathe— what’s the worse that could happen right? You could be pregnant? —‘ No. it would be him not wanting the baby. Nor her.

Pushing those thoughts behind her head, she walked over to the sink where the covered stick sat in. It was flipped upside down on purpose so she could brace herself. And with a bit of hesitation, she finally picked up the stick and looked at it.

2 bright pink lines.

Netty felt like she had been hit with a freight train. Her eyes filled with tears, ‘Oh God.. Oh God.’ Was all she could muster out. She continued to stare down at the stick as if she was hoping if the first line would disappear. Until she finally felt her phone vibrating. Pulling it up into her view with her shaking hand, it read: “Ronan” with a Green and Red button. Her breathing had become hitched and shallow. She was starting to have an anxiety attack. ‘Fuck!’ She begun to sob harder, covering her mouth as she tried to concentrate on her breathing.

Eventually the phone had stopped vibrating and his name had disappeared. But her vision was blurred with thick tears. ‘Breathe Netty— Breathe!’ She held her chest as her other hand gripped her phone tightly. Her chest hurt, and she could feel an oncoming headache. So she closed her eyes, and took 3 deep, and slow breaths. She looked at herself in the mirror before her brown eyes glanced down at her belly. She tried to think about the positives in her situation. She would have her chance at being a mother again. She would get to smell that addicting baby scent and hopefully, Ronan would be happy and they could be a family. Then, there was the buzzing again. This time, she didn’t allow it to ring through, and she just picked it up.

Sniffling, she answered the phone, ‘Hello?’

‘Hey are you— Netty are you alright?’ He sounded concerned.

‘Ye—yeah.’ She looked down at the stick once again, ‘I’m OK. Hey, do you think we can pass on the meeting tonight? I’m not feeling well and I have to talk to you about something.’

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My #1 post of 2022

Lmao I had this dream last night.

Henry came into my apartment, used his key and everything “Honey I’m home.” I’m confused as hell cause I recognize that voice but my husband is sitting in our bedroom. So I’m like “who the fuck just walked in my house?!” So I get up and go see what the commotion was and this mf is in my KITCHEN PULLING SHIT OUT OF THE REFRIGERATOR AND ALL LIKE THIS HIS HOUSE! So I’m like “excuse me?? What are you doing?!” This mf turns around and is like “Baby? You having amnesia again?” And my husband comes out of the bedroom and is leaning against the counter, “Yeah. She’s been having it all fucking day. Maybe you can deal with it?”

My alarm woke me up, YALL I AM PISSED 🥲

98 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

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I posted 4,004 times in 2022

That's 1,920 more posts than 2021!

401 posts created (10%)

3,603 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@grandninjamasterren

@sullustangin

@swtorpadawan

@imjustusingthistolikeartists

@roosinii

I tagged 1,419 of my posts in 2022

#swtor - 440 posts

#smuggler oc - 205 posts

#theron shan - 201 posts

#swtor fan fiction - 185 posts

#theron shan x smuggler - 128 posts

#personal - 106 posts

#q continuum - 98 posts

#lana beniko - 43 posts

#kotor - 40 posts

#star wars - 36 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#...she got it inscribed on a ring and all my mom said was “should have waited for the theatre major to come home from college.”

My Top Posts in 2022:

Since I completed Ziost again, I’ve been thinking about its writing. I know KotXX gets grief, but at the same time Ziost leaves us with an incorporeal, planet-gobbling emperor. How the hell do you fight that? Lana and Theron both have their failings on Ziost but there really nothing they can do to stop the enemy. Everything is in vain, which does give Ziost its sorrow and desperation….….

but it also offers no way out. There is no other solution beyond a deus ex machina such as the Eternal Empire. Yes, Lana screws up by letting an agent of Saresh climb to her side. Yes, Theron gambles on a black op that totally wouldn’t have been greenlit. But… they fail because the enemy is undefeatable. It does not matter how competent or incompetent Lana or Theron are. Ziost was dead the second the Emperor left Yavin, and the storyline failed to give any solution other than Revan’s idea to make the guy manifest. No breadcrumbs no theories, no tech, nothing. We just get left with Lana and Theron trying to stick it out (or being pressured to resign by the player).

How could anyone predict or combat an entirely mind controlled planet? The people who resist are highly trained, disciplined, or damn lucky; there’s no way to predict who the Emperor could or could not control. Does this make Ziost’s feelings that much more Intense and powerful?

Yes, but now the Emperor is as OP as the player is with the Eternal Fleet. It’s the same dead end, just on the end boss, not the player. The one positive thing I would say about Ziost and the planet eating emperor is that it made us feel something. Unless you were into Theron, Nathema probably didn’t hit the same buttons for you (and I say this as a Theron fangirl). Still, a dead end is a dead end, regardless of the feels. I wish the SWTOR writers hadn’t written themselves in a corner -- multiple times.

60 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

Thanks to @caffeinatedrogue for bringing this to life! It is amazing in every detail; thank you for your beautiful work.

25 ATC/3628 BBY: Alliance Commander Captain Eva Corolastor in evening wear and her husband Theron Shan in his formal Republic SIS uniform for her coronation (sorry, Lana) the two-year anniversary celebration of the liberation of the galaxy from the Eternal Empire.

Ever since @commanderlurker gave me the “why are you blushing” prompt, the idea that SIS has a dress uniform (and Theron kept his) has taken up residence. This is eventually going to be a short chaptered fic, and I have a couple of bits written, but when the opportunity came up to commission @caffeinatedrogue.... I got impatient. :D Couldn’t pass it up.

Connected fics (eventually will be one chaptered fic, at some point):

“All I did was look at you, why are you blushing” -- @commanderlurker ‘s prompt, archived on AO3

The sorta sequel, wherein SIS gets roped into doing security for event: A Better Work Life Balance, archived on AO3.

65 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

I noticed a certain commonality between the SWTOR trooper and KOTOR dialogue choices:

1. Yes (with enthusiasm)

2. Yes (reluctantly)

3. War crime

72 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

KOTOR Social Media

silly post incoming

Based on the ‘tumblr users are burned out gifted students’ trope, Bastila is CLEARLY the tumblr user on the Ebon Hawk, but only after she got fed up arguing with (wrong) people on Twitter. (She still argues with people on Twitter, but on a new handle.)

Mission is on Tiktok and Youtube, doing urban exploration and makeover videos. Somehow, Zaalbar stars in both.

Juhani is on Instagram. She likes the filters and captioning system. She makes it a point to tag the Jedi Council on everything, with lots of emojis. That said, she has a secret tumblr where she obsesses over Bastila’s posts and vents her angst and frustration about her gender identity, sexuality, status as an alien minority, and injustices in the Republic.

Canderous is on Tindr, Grindr, Fetlife, Ashley Madison, Hinge... the list goes on. He has the general attitude of ~unzips~ “There’s your content!” .

Jolee Bindo is on Facebook, and every person he’s ever met is his friend.He reposts low-quality memes that make him laugh. He semi-regularly writes massive storytime posts that seem to be one very elaborate run-on sentence. He has no idea how to tag anyone or how to make anything “friends only”. He also has a MySpace account from ‘back in the day.’

Carth is on LinkedIn. He checks it once every six months, if that. He seriously doesn’t get any of this. He changed his profile picture for the first time since Dustil was born and was utterly bewildered by the excessive amount of likes and comments.

HK-47 and T3 are clearly on Reddit.

Revan has all of the above, somehow, from OG Revan, Amnesia Identity, and Revan the Remix. In what order and in what combinations, I leave up to your headcanon for your own personal Revan

81 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Holy. Shit.

Ok, for those not clued into US politics or not watching the news right now, Trump got raided by the FBI. You’re gonna love why.

It is a felony to take historical documentation and paperwork from the White House. There are specific rules/guidelines, but most of the stuff from each administration goes to the National Archive, including and especially classified docs.

So, it’s not January 6. It’s not the tax evasion. It’s not the money laundering.

It’s because he stole history from the nerds in the National Archives that the FBI raided his house.

Since we’re all loving on our favorite archaeologist/historian this week, an appropriate comparison: This is like Talos Drellik bringing down the Empire because someone on the Dark Council took some holocron off planet.

5,088 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

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midnightactual · 1 year

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Can’t Fear Your Own World volume 3, chapter 21, page 106:

“The Four Great Noble Clans have their wings stripped the moment they are born. Since in exchange for great power, they themselves become the linchpin that supports the Soul Society of their own volition…or rather they offer their bodies to become the supporting pillar that holds up the three worlds.”

Kyoraku’s words were mixed with sarcasm.

To Nanao, Kyoraku seemed to be speaking about the responsibility that he took as an aristocrat, but Tokinada seemed to understand what was really meant by the words. Complex emotions crossed his face as he smiled and fixed a stare on Kyoraku.

“Should you really say that, as the descendant of those who only accepted the benefits without sullying their own hands?”

“I can say it. At the very least, there are those who agree with me, even those who are in your position.”

“What?”

In that instant, Tokinada felt a chill behind him and reflexively leapt to the side. Because of this motion, the attack on him was somewhat mitigated, but he was still sent flying as a result of the roundhouse kick Yoruichi had landed from behind.

“Guh…”

“The conversation’s gone on for too long. See, my foot just slipped.”

You know how I talk a lot about Yoruichi being both oddly physically durable and committed to the realm? Yeah. Also she is the best, and I don’t apologize for that.

#Out Of Character #Meta #Bleach

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- till death do us part - chapter six: the guild

when a girl vows to save an ever-destined agency from death, even if she's been trying 106 different times and even if she's died 106 different times in the process.

-chapter one & prologue | series masterlist

-word count. 3.8k

-genre. fic, comfort/angst, eventual romance

-tags. fem.reader, mentions of blood

-note. i give a little context to something going to happen in this chapter at the end!

The days had passed by in short harmony.

You did a mission with Kenji — which was nice, he was all smiles and the mission ended shortly. A quick bad guy to beat up and to return some stolen things and then you returned to the agency after having stopped by a crȇpe stand.

You also enjoyed a nice outing with Yosano where you had caught up, it was nice to go shopping with her again. It brought back fond memories you wouldn’t change for anything.

You had set things straight with her; she gave you a scolding for leaving before you both fell back on old habits and you were chatting like you had never been apart.

Things were peaceful, nothing notably big happening and you should have known that was when something was going to happen.

You should have recognized the date, you should have noticed it but you didn’t and now the day was upon you quicker than you remembered last time.

Atsushi had come barreling into the agency; Kyoka not far behind him.

You briefly looked up at him before resuming the paperwork that Fukuzawa had assigned to you. Their idle chatter between him and Dazai filled the silence that previously loomed over the agency.

You enjoyed it; the carefree chatter and their presence. You couldn’t quite put into words how much you enjoyed being by them, surrounded in their presence till you didn’t know where you started and they ended.

You were so thoroughly entwined with them at this point you don’t think you could ever untangle yourself.

“- bet [L.name]-chan knows all about them!” Dazai turned to you, a teasing smile across his lips. “Don’t ya?”

The mention of your name pulled you out of your thoughts, you looked up at him, you tilted your head to the side. If it was around this time you had an idea of who they were talking about. “Hm?”

Dazai gave a loose smile, “The Guild! You're familiar with them. If I’m not wrong.”

You nodded, “Oh.” you looked over at the calendar on the wall, you let out another internal oh. You looked over at the awaiting gaze of Dazai, Atsushi and Kunikida, “ Yeah, I know them.”

Kunikida pushed his glasses up. “I thought they were a legend. They actually exist?”

You nodded again. “Mm. They do. I met them plenty of times too. Or well, had. I haven’t met them in this timeline yet.”

Dazai gave a smile and snapped his fingers. “Knew it!”

Atsushi gave you a stare. “What do they want with me?”

You shrugged. You did know what they wanted with Atsushi but you’d rather not say, not now at least.

Atsushi frowned at your silence, Dazai gave you a skeptical stare before dramatically sighing. “We’ll have to ask them to know… But it’ll be hard to meet them.”

“Ah… They’ll be coming to us… actually.” Your voice was a breathless whisper. Dazai turned in your direction, he looked like he wanted to ask something but before he could the door swung open and in came Tanizaki and with him the low thrum of a helicopter.

Everyone in the office but you ran to the window.

You didn’t have to look to know who was there.

The familiar feeling of cold pinpricks danced across your arms, you picked up your tea and gave a sip of it, act one begins, huh? You gently placed the teacup back down, a clink with the movement.

You stood up, “Seems we didn’t have to wait long, hm?” You gave a smile that held no humour, a low thrum in the back of your head danced, a calling to what will happen, fate’s guillotine sat heavy and awaited those who dared to defy.

“Let it start then.”

You placed the tea on the tabletop, Fitzgerald gave you a smile as he picked up the teacup.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen this design before. And here I thought of myself as some sort of porcelain expert.” His eyes gave a light of something akin to amusement; as though you were a rabbit at a zoo. “Where is it from?”

You briefly glanced at him before going back over behind Fukuzawa, you gave a smile that you hoped conveyed your heavy dislike for him. “Shimomura Ceramics next door, Fitzgerald-san.”

“Oh?” He gave a slight laugh. “You know of me?” He took a sip of his tea as he awaited your answer.

You nodded, “I do.” you tilted your head, “We have met before. Though I’m sure you have no recollection of the meeting.”

You have always enjoyed being a little mysterious, if not for the simple reason of it being fun.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “What a pity that is, to have forgotten someone such as yourself. I’m hoping I can remember this encounter.”

Your lips tilted into one of a smirk; a challenge.

Fitzgerald leaned back. “Then let’s get down to business now, yes?” He pushed forward a business card. “My name is Fitzgerald, as you now know. I run a group called The Guild back in America.” He gave a laugh that sent a cold sensation across your spine.

Fukuzawa narrowed his eyes, “Fitzgerald-san.” his voice was calm; cold. You pitied Fitzgerald now that he has been caught on the bad side of Fukuzawa. “I have heard that you have used a bounty to tempt the Port Mafia into attacking us. Is that true?”

Silence lapsed between the two before Fitzgerald laughed. “Ah! A little mistake on my part. Dearest apologies.” He motioned to one of the people behind him. “As an apology, I have an offer for you.”

A briefcase was placed on the table. Fitzgerald tapped the teacup he held. “This isn’t a bad place. A bit too few stories for me but the scenery is nice.”

His smile slipped into one that spoke volumes of how easily he was used to getting his way. The briefcase opened, money splayed the inside like glittering stars. “I’d like to buy your company.”

The words he spoke weren’t unfamiliar.

You’ve heard them so many times you know them better than you knew yourself.

You’d like to say they didn’t faze you anymore. You’d like to say that Ranpo teasings didn’t faze you. You’d like to say that Dazai’s smile didn’t faze you. You’d like to say that you don’t have nightmares every night of your own failure.

But just as the sky is blue and the stars ever bright, the truth is still the truth no matter how much you like to say that it isn’t true.

Your smile grew wider; cruel and unforgiving.

You had long grown protective over the agency members, you had long grown protective of keeping them safe, long grown unforgiving to those who would dare take away their safety, threaten them so casually.

“Oh but don’t get the wrong idea! I have no interest in this structure or in fact, the people who work inside it!”

Fukuzawa narrowed his eyes; the tension in the room sat heavy. “You don’t mean…”

Fitzgerald laughed, “But I do!” he leaned back like he already owned the place, “I want your license to operate using special skills.”

He tilted his head. “If I want to conduct a certain “search” of this city without attracting attention… I will need that license. And those crusty old fossils of the Home Ministry’s of Special Abilities Agency are hard as stone and simply won’t be bought off!” He gave a laugh. “So what’ll it be?”

Fukuzawa glared at Fitzgerald. “I refuse.”

“Oh?” His voice was of surprise. “Do you?”

He sighed before his lips tilted back into a smile. “I could throw in this watch too.” He took off a watch he was wearing and swung it around his finger. “It’s a limited edition with specially ordered diamonds-”

“A human life is priceless.” Fukuzawa closed his eyes and leaned back into his chair. “And in its own way, so is that license. That is the soul of our company.”

Fukuzawa opened his eyes and truly once more, you pitied Fitzgerald. “You nouveau riche types, heads stuffed with only cash, couldn’t ever dream of attaining one that easily.” Fukuzawa's voice was filled with unwavering calm, an endless sea, cold waves and darkened depths, the never-ending expanse so vast and scarily calm; who knows what lurks beneath what the sea shows on the surface?

Fitzgerald grit his teeth, ““Money can’t buy everything?” The poor really do love that one.”

He stood, his lips tilting into a smile of plain cruelty. “But act as long as you want. For no company can continue with its entire employee base gone.” He straightened his tie, “It will be far too late for you to change your mind once that happens.”

Fukuzawa sighed, “I’ll keep that advice in mind.” he stood, a clear meaning that he didn’t want Fitzgerald around anymore. “You may go.” He waved his hand in the direction of the door.

Fitzgerald closed the briefcase and took hold of it, he turned around, “I’ll be back.”

You gave a tilted smile and went for the door, opening it for him, “I’ll guide you out, Fitzgerald-san.”

He gave you a brief glance before looking at Fukuzawa. “I’ll have a message printed in tomorrow’s edition. I’d advise taking a good look at it, eh?” His eyes narrowed, “Because whatever I want, I get.”

You ushered them out before giving a look to Fukuzawa; gently pressing a folded note on the edge of a potted plant that stood just by the door.

You turned back around and walked out, closing the door behind you with a soft click.

You guided them to the elevator and pressed the button; the soft ding of the elevator echoed throughout the hallway.

“I never got your name.” Fitzgerald was so close to you you could smell his cologne, you felt the sudden urge to take a few steps forward.

“Oh? My apologies, it’s [L.name].” You didn’t bother to look back but you gave a slight tilt of your head in indication that you were listening.

“[L.name]?” He said the name as though he was familiar with it, in some ways he was. “Is that your last name?”

You nodded. “It is.”

“What’s your first?”

You finally looked over your shoulder at him, a smile making its way to your face, “[Name].” the elevator came up just at that moment, the soft ding of it ringing in your ears.

You didn’t wait for his answer as you made your way into the elevator. “Right this way, please.” You took a step in first; they came in after you, you pressed the ground floor button.

You gave a look at Lucy just before the doors closed. “Such a brilliant shade of red you have, Lucy.”

You could see her eyes briefly widen before her hand was on your arm and you couldn’t see anything; darkness kissing your body whole in frosted reassurances.

“This is their warning?” Kunikida furrowed his eyebrows. “Making a building disappear completely overnight?”

“I haven’t seen [L.name]-san since yesterday either, do you think they took her too?” Atsushi hunched his shoulders upwards.

“I doubt she let them take her so easily.” Dazai pressed a finger to his chin, “She seemed to know them quite well.” he gave a laugh. “I would’ve thought they were friends.”

“Yes… But-” Atsushi started.

Kunikida sighed. Atsushi swivelled his head in the direction of Kunikida, he continued. “Dazai’s right. [L.name]-san seems to know them and for whatever reason walked right into their palms.” He drew a breath, “But… If they can do…” he waved his hands at the TV in front of them that showed the news of the disappeared building, “this. Then we should be careful.”

He turned to Tanizaki, “No more solo activity, got it? Team up with Atsushi and look for [L.name]-san, even if she did willing let them take her we still should look for her and… Dazai meet me in the meeting room. We must talk with the president.”

Kunikida started towards the meeting room door; Dazai right behind him.

Kunikida turned around, “And if you come into contact with the enemy, do not fight, run.”

You could hear the soft roar of the sea and the lap of waves; you could hear the low thrum of the ship and the faraway call of birds.

You could feel a cold, sticky metallic substance on your hands and you could feel your stomach churn and your heart pound; you could feel the ship’s edge dig into your back and the coolness of it on your legs.

You see the blue, blue, blue sky and the painted red on your shirt; you could see the sun dip into the ocean, you could see your fate swing upon you in a see-saw, life or death? It called.

You could taste iron on your tongue and the aftertaste of something that once was; you could taste the familiar feeling of death descending upon you in cruel reasoning. You have been fatally hurt, it is only fair for death to take you. It whispers gently, the sound a soothing balm to your open wounds.

You could smell the salty air and the longing feeling of what you want. You smell death and you smell vanilla and sweets, you smell home and all you want to do is eternally lay in the feeling.

You smile, the action feels foreign on your dying lips. “I was a fool.” You say, and the words are a breathless whisper.

Ranpo sighs, “Yeah, you were.”

Your ability tingles in your fingers, aching and evermore the cruel.

“I’m sorry.” The words are painful to say, you want to say them a thousand times over in hopes they soothe whatever cruelty you have inlaid upon your agency members, upon Ranpo.

“I don’t forgive you.” His words are tired; aching, you want to reach over to him.

You can’t. Your arms are numb and the world tips every time you try to move.

“I… ” You can’t seem to find the right words. You open your mouth again before closing it.

“I’m sorry.” Finally, you speak and the words sound more like a plea than an apology.

He sighs again. “I know.”

You can feel tears bubble through your lashes and coat your cheeks; you can feel your heart shatter, piece by piece, feeling by feeling. “I don’t want… I don’t want this. I’m afraid.”

You can feel his hat being placed on your head, the familiarity of the action sends a soft spike of pain through you. “...I don’t want you to forget. I’m afraid of doing it all again.”

“I know.”

You suck in a too-quick breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. And I can’t forgive you.” He gives a soft pat to your leg, “You’re a fool, [Name]. An utter fool.”

“...Don’t hate me. Please don’t hate me, I just wanted the best for the agency… for you.”

You could feel your ability in your legs now, it was quickly consuming you whole.

“I don’t hate you.” His eyes are open and you have never seen such a brilliant shade of green, emerald bathed in the summer moonlight; summer nights where the streets are loud and the buzz of the air is warm, summer nights where he’s been glued to your side the whole night while the rest of the agency is scattered around. Summer nights where you can forget and summer nights where you’re okay and you don’t have to worry about the next enemy, you don’t have to worry about your ability or how many times you lived before this moment, summer nights where it’s him and you.

You smile and it's wobbly, he continues, “I can’t hate you. [Name], you cannot be hated and that’s what I can’t forgive you for.” he leans backwards as though he has all the time in the world. “I want to hate that you can so easily sacrifice yourself for us, I want to hate you because you’re reckless and an utter fool, I want to hate you because you look like dying moonlight and I want to keep you close and I want you to be okay.”

He lets out a breath, “I cannot hate you.”

Your eyes glanced down at your hands; they sat in your lap, you took in a stuttering breath, the air felt like cool summer nights, fireflies and the ocean. “I… I won’t be as reckless.”

He smiled, shattered glass and something that felt like you died all over again, “Don’t go saying a promise you can’t keep, [Name]-chan.” his tone took on a more playful tone, teasing.

You shook your head and it sent shooting stars of pain through your body, you ignored it, “I’m going to keep it. This… Is going to be the last one, the last life. I… I promise.”

You look at him, desperation and determination all in the same breath, “Ranpo I-“

The dream fades with a harsh click.

Your eyes opened with a jolt, your breathing was heavy, your heart running a marathon; you placed a hand on your chest and blearily looked around at your surroundings.

Bright pink and orange kid toys and the like looked back at you, Lucy stood in the middle of it all with Anne by her side. t

You let out a stuttering laugh; the sound felt forced.

You straightened yourself, your hand dropping with the movement, “Good to see you again, Luce.” Your lips tilted upwards, “Not such a warm welcome you’re giving me, are you?” your voice still shook with an undertone of your nightmare.

It lingered in the forefront of your mind like a toothache that you didn’t know the cause of.

Lucy narrowed her eyes, giving no sign to the inner turmoil you were having with yourself.

Her hair shone in the pinky light of her ability, a glowing halo of fiery red that mimicked her personality. “Don’t call me that. How do you know me? It was like you were expecting this.”

You tilted your head in mocked confusion, “...Was I?”

“Is it your ability? You weren’t on the files.”

“I wasn’t?”

Anne crept up behind her, “Stop avoiding my questions. You’re in my ability now. You have no power here.”

“I don’t? Are you sure, Luce?”

“I said don’t call me that.” Her eyebrows furrowed.

You took a few steps in her direction, your hands clasped behind your back. “I can’t? But it’s such a cute nickname, it suits you.”

“Answer my question.”

You blew a raspberry; your inner childish emerging to help cover up the slight quiver in your hands and your heart that still pounded in your ears like a resounding rhythm of your inevitable fate, “But if I tell you, you’ll go to your boss. And that’s such a pity if that happens…” You pressed a hand to your cheek and sighed, “And when that happens he’ll want me for my ability and I don’t want that.”

She huffed. “Then answer how you know me or you’re never getting out of here.”

You gave a smile and dropped your hand from your cheek before sighing. “You’re an old friend of mine. We met a couple of timelines ago.”

Your words seemed to catch her attention, her expression softened, if only slightly. “Timelines?”

“Curious are you?” You let out a hum, “That’s fine, curiosity is good. But now’s not the time.”

Anne crept closer towards you, Lucy placed a hand on the puppet, “Do I need to remind you again? You’re in the hands of my ability.”

You straightened. “Part of my ability, Luce. You’ll find out when the time’s right.”

She looked like she was thinking a million things, her eyes glazed with so many unsaid words, questions she probably wanted to ask you. She glanced at you briefly before huffing, “Fine. Don’t answer. I’ll just hand you over to Fitzgerald-san, he’ll know what to do with you. He’ll be interested in your ability.”

You nodded, “Mm. Sounds good to me.”

She narrowed her eyes further. “You’ll be staying here until he can take your little agency, you’ll have nowhere to return to once he gets everyone. Your president can’t help you then, whatever knowledge you possess can’t help you then.”

You gave a little sigh, soft and one almost of pity. “It’s not going to work. The little bounty you placed on Atsushi? He’s going to be your downfall, he’s stronger than what you give him credit for. His ability for the book… You’re not going to be able to get it, you’re not going to be able to get him. I would know.”

Her mouth opened but no words escaped, she scrunched her shoulders upwards as if she wanted to say something before finally she did, “You know nothing. Nothing, okay?”

Your eyes softened, if there was one thing you wanted to do in this timeline it was to help Lucy sooner. “I am only trying to help, Lucy. Don’t follow him, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Shut up! You know nothing!” She hastily turned around, “I’m tired of this back and forth.” She waved her hand and Anne came forward, you didn’t move as the puppet came closer towards you.

“This isn’t the end, Lucy. Fitzgerald doesn’t care about you, it’s your ability he’s interested in, not you.”

She didn’t answer, her silence mixed with the air, you narrowed your eyes. “The agency can help you. I can help you.”

“You don't know me so don’t pretend you do.” Her words were fierce but soft, so incredibly soft, paper feathers that had far too many tears in them.

You swallowed, Anne’s hand wrapped around your arms and started to drag you to the door on the opposite wall; you could see the murky depths of what lay inside through the small window. “I do know you, Lucy, that is why I want to help you. You deserve more than what The Guild has given you.” Your words were soft, reasoning.

You wanted to help Lucy, she was someone you had considered a dear friend. She deserved happiness, she deserved so many things The Guild wouldn’t give her.

“He’ll help you even if I can’t.” The door opened and you were dragged in, your eyes fluttered, your vision turning fuzzy. You gave a smile even if she couldn’t see it.

Atsushi was to save her; give her a place where she really mattered, where she was worth more than her ability.

The door closed with a slam, your eyes fought to stay awake, you could barely make out Lucy’s form leaving through the other door.

You hoped your words at least made her think, make her at least question Fitzgerald.

Your eyes fluttered closed and for once, in all the times’ darkness greeted you, you didn’t dream.

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Marriage. 106

Chapter 106: Mother and daughter talk

When Gohan’s parents came down, it felt weird. I don’t even want to know what they were doing. And from the looks of it, neither did Gohan. We both was debating on walking right back out. But Chichi stopped us. She even got towels from the downstairs bathroom, and handed it to us. Even saying she didn’t want us to catch a cold. She made Gohan staying downstairs, while I went and changed. I was very happy I wore heavy clothes this morning. When I got back downstairs, Gohan was allowed to change his clothes. But I was right no trying not to laugh, as I watched his dad clean floors. Mostly because he seemed to be having an argument with the floor.

Then came lunch time. There was silence, but it didn’t feel awkward. After lunch, is when I got a big surprised. Chichi kicked the boys out. She then said how she would like to talk with me. Am I in trouble? I was feeling uncomfortable, just sitting on the couch, not saying anything. And the fact that she was sitting on a chair, in front of me, didn’t help. “You’re not a fighter, are you?” That question threw me completely by surprise. I angrily stated that I was a fighter. “No, you’re not.” That comment actually upset me. “It’s just what you grew up with. Now truthfully answer me. Are you a fighter?”

I looked at her, as I tried to think. What is she even getting at? Of course, I’m a fighter. I’m Mr. Satan’s daughter. I’m everyone’s hero. No. Wait. Everyone always referred to me as Hercule’s kid. Or, the champ’s daughter. Even people always tried to used me to get to my dad. Even when I save the day, everyone always end up asking questions about my dad. Some times it felt like I was just walking in his shadow. It hurt whenever I thought of that. so, I made it my goal to prove to everyone I was my own person. But instead, I was still referred to being my dad’s daughter. I don’t know when, but I felt tears sliding down my face. I wanted to wipe them away, but I was too frozen in place. I looked up, again, at Chichi. Her expression since hard, and unchanged. Just waiting for an answer. It felt hard to speak, but I finally said the words. “No. I am not a fighter.”

She then had a small smile. “I already knew that. You don’t act like a fighter. More like someone who has walls built around them. When I first met you, I thought you were rude. But then I took into account I wasn’t nice either. Then when we sat for lunch, I finally saw past the girl from that morning. She was just a girl. Nothing more, nothing less. Even your angry face seemed forced. Not saying that it looked fake either. You wear your head high, but you’re always looking down. What exactly do you want?”

“At first, I just wanted to do everything dad did. Thinking that would be something we could bond over. Even though, I did love my dolls. I even like the whole idea of a female fighter. Fighting and training by my dad side was fun. Cause he always listened to me, and help me through anything. Right now, I’m not sure what I want. I want to be happy. But I don’t know what I should do to be happy.” I was so lost in thought of what I wanted to do, I failed to noticed that Chichi was sitting next to me.

“Does being with my Gohan make you happy?” I was a bit confused, but I nodded a yes. “Well, there’s a start in the right direction.” I couldn’t help smile at that. “And nobody said you had to stop fighting either. What else do you enjoy?”

“I like to read books. When I’m alone I like to dress up. I also like writing.” I felt my cheeks burn at admitting those things, but it made me happy.

“You could always be a writer. If that what you like.” I couldn’t help nod at that. It actually sounded like a great idea. I was so happy with that. But it threw me off how Chichi had a smile, and back to her serious face. “I want both you and my Gohan to be happy. You two are cute together. I also can tell you won’t ever break my baby’s heart. Which makes me trust you. Now listen carefully.” I sat up straight, and looked into her eyes. “I don’t want any grand-babies until you two are married. Got it.”

Wait! What? “Please tell me you didn’t speak to my dad yesterday. He was reminding me about my doctor’s appointment next month. Especially since it involves that.” She looked more confused than angry. She even asked what I meant. “Well, since I told dad that me and Gohan was officially dating, he made me go to the doctors. There I found out, that dad wanted me to take birth controls. All because he didn’t want me pregnant, unless I was married. So, that made me think dad spoke to you.” She did an ‘oh’ face, before she giggled behind her hand.

“Oh, no sweetie. It’s just that, well you see.” She held my hands in hers. She also was giving me this very sweet smile. “Gohan really cares about you. He’s trying so hard to be a good boy, by my standards. But I have to accept that not everything is that simple. You would think it was just normal teenage hormones, but he’s not a normal teenager. He’s half sayian. And from my understanding, they only chose one female. He chose you, or fate did, however you see it. But he really just wants to make you his. But I want to know from you, if you want that.” I couldn’t believe my ears. Gohan wanted make me his?

“Wait. Wait. Does that mean that we’ll be each other’s forever and ever?” She nods her head, and is smiling very brightly. I couldn’t help feel this growing warm feeling in my chest. He wants me to be his. I felt overwhelmed with joy. “I would love that.” We then started laughing.

“Well.” She was looking away for a moment. “I better let the boys now that.” She stood up and walked over to the door. When she opened it, Goku fell in. “They could come back.”

“Sorry, but they’re currently looking for a plant, that’s on the other side of the world. I actually thought you’ll take longer.” Wait! What! I felt my whole face burn up at that. Does Gohan know of this? Or did Gohan… Now it makes sense why he was out with his dad. He probably was telling him about last night, and probably wanted advice. As much as that is embarrassing, I’m glad he did it. He cares so much for me.

…

What just happened? Why did mom kick us 3 out? Why is dad smiling? What is mom going to do to Videl? I was starting to panic, till I felt someone shaking my shoulder. It was dad. He was telling me and Goten to find this weird plant, that only grew in a place that’s always covered in snow. “But that’s on the other side of the planet!” He said he knew, but we still have to find it. “Why?”

“Gohan, you’re rusty. This would be good training for you. Besides, it shouldn’t take you hours to find one little plant.” Was he mocking me? “What? Not up for the task? Is it too hard?” Dad is mocking me! I won’t accept that!

“This is nothing! I can definitely do it! And it won’t take hours!” He then said start, and me and Goten was off. We was reaching the island of snow, when I felt a warm sensation in my chest. It felt really wonderful. When we landed, I could feel a growing flow of joy. I couldn’t stop smiling, as I help point out what plant dad was talking about. It was just these Lily of the Valley flowers. They’re ok looking, but they’re weird. Why did dad make us find this? “You think we should take a whole bunch. Maybe mom and Videl would like them.”

“Maybe just a few.” Goten then looked up at me. “Wow! It’s purple! That’s so cool. We better hurry home! I want to see if Videl is purple, too!” I was just left confused, but he’s excited about something. So, we hurried back with a few at hand. When we landed at the house, our parents and Videl were laughing, while standing outside. “So cool! Videl’s purple too!” What in the world is Goten talking about? Before I could ask, I was hugged by Videl. When did she move from the door to where I was standing?

We were enjoying the rest of the afternoon, by playing games. During dinner it was very quiet. Whenever I looked to my parents, they were smiling, but I never saw them looking up. Even Goten was doing the same thing. Did I miss something? But when I looked over at Videl, she seems to be beaming, as she smiled at me. I couldn’t help smile back every time. After dinner, was an interesting turn out. Mom kicked dad out, and I was put on dishes duty. What in the… Wait. Did dad tell mom about this morning? Now it made sense why she kicked dad out. But was I in super trouble? Were she going to talk to me about that? It never happened. After I wash dishes, I was free to do what I wanted. Goten was asking why dad was kicked out for the night. Mom just told him, that dad was on a long time out.

When I got to my room, I was greeted by a beautiful sight. Videl was laying on my bed reading a book. I couldn’t help gulp, as I took in every detail of her. “Gohan?” Oh crap! I was caught staring. Instead of looking mad, she just smiled. Her smile brighten up the whole room, and I felt I was melting. When she said my name again it sounded to like the best thing ever. I want to hear her say my name like that more often. I finally walked over to her, and asked what was the matter. “Can you help me with this problem. I don’t get it.”

“Sure.” I laid down, next to her. As I tried to explain, I had wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she was snuggled close to me. This sure is a nice feeling. Once I got through a few questions, because I couldn’t stop, she tried to get the book away from me. “Hey, it was just getting good.”

“Gohan, you’re at the end of the book.” Wow, didn’t even realize how far I went. We both started laughing at that. “You go through books like nothing.” We started laughing again. Then she surprised me with a kiss, and I fell off the bed. We continued laughing. When I got back on the bed, I kissed her. That caught me surprised. “Maybe I should change into something comfy, for bed.” I felt my cheeks burn remembering what she wore last night. I got off the bed, and left the room. Then I waited for her to let me know when she was finished. When I was allowed to enter the room again, I was greeted with the same outfit.

Again, I was frozen in place. And again, I had turn around and sat. But this time it felt different. My body was still on fire, and all my senses were picking up her. But this time, I bravely peeked over my shoulder at her. At first, she was just standing there, smiling at me. She looks so good. I turned my glaze back at the floor in front of me. What I am going to do? There was a million thoughts racing through my head. I know dad said I could do things, but I’m still struggling to figure out if it’s even right. I was so lost in thought, that I didn’t realize she had moved in front of me. The only way I came to realize she was there, was that she had touched my cheek. And I impulsively rubbed against her hand. To where, it was close to my lips, that I licked her.

…

He did it again. He currently facing away from me. I was about to walk, over to him, when her looked over his shoulder at me. The way he looked at me, had me frozen in place, and body burning up. The moment he looked away I finally realize I was holding my breath. I slowly made my way over, and he had the same face from last night. He was blushing heavily, and it just made him look super cute. I tried getting his attention, by placing my hand on his cheek. He ended up rubbing against it. He then surprised me by licking it. And the way his eyes looked at me, was how he looked at me yesterday.

The sweet, kind, nervous Gohan I came to know wasn’t the one looking at me. This one looked more sure of himself. My body was burning up just by the way he looked at me. He then pulled my arm, and I lean closer, to where our lips touch. The way he was kissing me was like he was hungry. I then felt a hand grab my behind, and brought me on to his lap, just like yesterday. As he continued kisses, my body temperature kept raising. He then ended the kiss, and started licking my neck. But unlike yesterday, he grabbed my butt, as was rubbing me against him. He then whispered in my ear. “Is this ok? I could stop, if you want me to.” He then went back to kissing and licking my shoulder.

The more he rubbed me against him, I was wanting more. Do I do something? Or he’ll do it? I then started feeling that he was raking his teeth along my neck. Maybe I should do something. I pulled one of his hands up, and under tank top. When I let his hand go, his hand still went up. Instead of going after a breast, like I was kind of expected, he actually just pulled my tank top off. When he took it off, the way he looked at me made my sink burn. He even licked his lips, and he grabbed my left breast, and kissed his way down to the right. For someone who always in the books, he sure is something. Is it like an instinct?

He then had me pinned under him, and he’s kissed his way down my stomach. When he reached just below my bellybutton, does he look up at me. He’s pulling at the waistband of my shorts and panties. I can’t find my voice, but I nod my head. As I watch him removed them, I was just memorized by how he was looking at me. When I’m completely exposed to him, he stares right between my legs. He’s even drooling. Having him stare there, is making me react there, and wanting him to do something. I opened my legs wider. He smirks as he licked his lips. The more he does nothing, and stares, the sensation between my legs is growing.

Without warning, I feel something enter me. I could feel it moving around. I can’t help having my eyes close. Whatever that is feels good as it continues moving in me. When the feeling leaves, is when I open my eyes. Just to witness him sucking his fingers. Then I then watch him lower himself, and I could feel him sniffing that area, and even breathing heavy against me. That actually feels really good. That’s when I feel move up and down me. The moment it comes up and rubs against a nerve, I automatic bit my hand. That was like a shock wave, and it felt amazing. Before long he does it again, and over again. I keep biting my hand. I’m starting to feel lost in the feeling, that when I feel him do it again, and all I saw was stars.

When I finally was able to focus again, he was hovering over me. He even had a big smile. My body felt really heavy, but I so badly want to touch him. Even though that felt so good, I am slightly disappointed he’s still wearing clothes. If wasn’t for the fact I seem to have lost my voice, I would have said something. He then in, and whispers in my ear. “You taste really good. But I have a question.” Somehow, I finally have the strength to speak, and ask what is his question. “Do, you get those time of the month thing?” He sounded so cute asking that. Is he worried about getting my pregnant? That felt nice.

“I’m currently on a birth control, that makes me only have my period when it’s time to get another shot. So, it’s ok. I get the shot again at the end of next month.”

Now he had raised his face, and is giving a confused face. “So, you can’t get pregnant at the moment?” I nod my head. He made our nose touch. “You’re beautiful.” I felt my cheeks burn at that. I feel his hands, guiding mine, to take off his shirt.

…

“You’re beautiful.”

With that said I’m dying to feel her touch me. Then moment my shirt was off, I enjoyed the feel of hands touching my skin. Everywhere her hands touch it felt on fire, and when her hand left it felt cold. I want more, but I don’t want to move from her touch. I held her close, and kissed her. As we kissed, I raised her to a sitting position. When the kiss ended, I held her hands, and guided then downward. The moment her hands are on my hips, her eyes leave my face and drop down. Seeing her face turn red is very pleasing. I soon felt cold, and realize she had lowered my shorts and boxers. The coldest temporary ends, when I feel something warm wrap around me. It feels really good, and I clasp on Videl’s shoulder.

As I feel that warmness move up and down, it’s becoming harder to breathe. But the moment I felt something pass along the top, is when all thought process left. All that was left was just feeling. Before I knew it, it was morning. Did I really black out? When I looked to my side, Videl looks super happy. She’s even snuggling really close. When did we get in bed? Last I remembered we were on the floor. I don’t know why, but the first thing I couldn’t help do, is smelling her. She smells like her wonderful self. As I looked at her, I wonder if she liked last night. I might not remember after a certain point, but I hope I made her happy.

I held her closer, and that what woke her up. After we said good morning, she asked if I was ok. “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you?”

“I’m fine. You sure? You kind of black out last night. Even though your body was moving, I could tell you wasn’t there. I didn’t want you mentally missing your first time. It was feeling like you wasn’t there, so it felt wrong to continue. Thankfully you did stop, when I said so. We ended up cuddling till we fell asleep. It felt really nice.” I don’t know what to say. I feel awful that I black out on her. But I’m glad she’s not hurt.

During breakfast it was kind of weird. Dad had Goten sit next to him and mom. Whenever Goten tried to say something dad would either give him more food, or cover his mouth. After breakfast, it was pretty quiet. Dad said when he got back, in the afternoon, he would train us. Goten ended up playing outside, while me and Videl were just hanging in my room. She was sitting in between my legs, as we tried reading through a book. I say try because I kept getting distracted, and kept kissing her neck. It even got to the point where she was the one holding the book, while my hands exploded her.

Touching her through her clothes wasn’t as pleasing, as when I felt her skin last night. But this still felt good. Especially when I can smell that building scent, that I involuntary licked my lips. My hands found their way traveling down her body. I kept rubbing the inside of her thighs. “You have very strong vastus medialis.”

She started to giggle. “Is that your version of dirty talk?”

“I am I doing it wrong?”

“No, it’s fine. Just never thought having someone compliment my exact muscle would be sexy.” We both laughed at that.

“Well, your internal and external obliques sure drive me insane.” She giggle at that, and told me to keep talking.

…

After Chichi kicked me out, after dinner, I just waited next to the house. The moment I felt that Chichi was heading to our room, I quickly made my way there. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see me. “Goku, get out. I meant it when I said you’re sleeping outside.”

She had her arms cross, and had the look that dares anyone to cross her. She looks so irresistible when she’s like this. “I am sleeping outside. I just wanted my good night kiss. Then me go.” She raised an eyebrow, and asked if I was serious. “As much as I would love to sleep in our bed, you already told me no. So, I just want a kiss. Is that so bad?” She still had her arms cross as she walked over to me.

“One kiss, and that’s it. Got it?” I nodded. She had her lips waiting for a kiss. She never said what type of kiss I was allowed to give. I didn’t just kiss her; I demand entrance into that wonderful mouth. She tried to resist, which made this a little bit more fun. I held her closer, and rubbed up and down her sides. The moment I was allowed in I tasted all that I could. By the time we parted, her face was all red, and I couldn’t help smile at that.

I was just about to turn away when she grabbed my hand. She looked ready to say something, but she just looked away, and leg go of my hand. “Do you want another?” Without warning, she pulled my face forward and kissed me. This time her tongue touched every inch it could in my mouth. I just love my wife. She then told me to hurry out, but to be back in time for a morning kiss. “Whatever you say, Chichi.”

The next morning, I woke up extra early, and hurried before even she woke up. I even locked the door. I’m not given her a morning kiss to one set of lips, but to both. I just removed the sheets when she opened her eyes. Guess my morning surprise is ruined now. “Morning Goku.” I was making my way to give a morning kiss, only to be pushed back down between her legs. Guess I wasn’t only one thinking as this. Once I pulled her pants and undies away, I said good morning and went for it.

At breakfast, I did notice that there was a difference with Gohan and Videl. Guess they might have did something. They look happy, so all is good. But I also notice that Goten gave them a puzzle look. Oh boy. I don’t think anyone would be in the mood for a round of questions this morning. Thankfully I made sure we didn’t go through that.

When I came back for lunch, another round of trying to stop Goten from asking questions. The little guy sure is a curious one. But today is not a good day for that. Today I thought it’ll be good idea for an easy training exercise. I was even able to get Chichi to join us. “So, remind me again why you making us balance an apple on our heads.”

“Simple. Try to not let it fall as you do your kata. Would you like a demotion?” Videl and Goten said yes. “Chichi, would you like the honors?” She smiled and said why not. As she practiced her kata the other 3 looked on impressed. This is Chichi after all, it’s no surprise that she can do this. Kind of reminds me when she had to dance with a book on her head. I started laughing at how silly she looked, and she then made me join her. It ended with us getting her teacher mad, because we started sparring with each other. But it was fun. Actually.

“Seriously, Goku!”

“What? You look like you needed a challenge.” She just threw the apple at my face. “Ow.” She then walked over to me, and tried attacking me. I still had an apple on my head, since I interrupted her kata. Now I was trying to keep it on as I dodge, and block every strike. When I was about to go on the offense, she surprised me by dropping her stance. The moment I dropped my stance, I was greeted with a round house kick to the face. And saw how she catch the apple, before taking a bite. “Cheater.”

“You started it.” I then just watched her walk back to the kids. Oh right, they were still here. Damn, guess I can’t get Chichi back for that. Or can I? The rest of the afternoon ended up with the kids eating the apple, and watching how Chichi kicked my butt over and over again.

“Stop cheating!”

“Stop being a big baby every time I win.”

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