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sonicblueartist · 7 months

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Bullfrog x h!reader

Request: A scenario where he gets cold and just wants to seek warmth cause he feels like he could hibernate

A/N: This idea is so cute 😭 thank you for telling me! @viney900 (he might be a bit out of character omg so sorry for that) I hope you like it. And sorry it's a bit short and rushed 💦

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Hibernation

It was mid-December and it was snowing like crazy. Everything was white as far as the eye could see. You were wearing your warmest clothes while watching this beautiful view with a cup of hot chocolate in your hand. It was your favorite time of year as all these piles of metal were covered in snow, it was a new sight. Finally something natural and organic.

You sipped your hot chocolate with a delighted smile and looked towards the couch, "Hey, do you want to go outside and play in some snow?" No, of course you weren't talking to your couch. You weren't that crazy yet.

A muffled, unamused grunt came from the other end. Bullfrog spoke unhappily from where he was wrapped in blankets, "I'd rather stay inside, Miel. Don't get me wrong. I'd love to have fun with you, but—" You could literally hear him shudder when he heard the word snow.

You chuckled at that, "Oh, come on. A little snow won't do anything. What's wrong with having a little fun? It's not like it can eat you." Your smile faded slightly with concern when you didn't hear a sound from him. Your thoughts were intruding again, "It's not that cold at home and you're still wrapped in a bunch of blankets. Aren't you sweating in there? Don't tell me you're..." Your voice trailed off.

“Non, I am not sick, stop worrying.”

"I can't help it, you know." You approached and leaned back on the couch. You watch as he slowly sips his own hot chocolate. His half-closed eyes had been staring at the silent program that had been playing on the television for some time. The show kept ending and repeating itself.

"Well, if you are not sick and want to have fun with me, do you not want to get your clothes wet in the snow or do you hate the cold or something?" You had a feeling it was more than that. You knew he wouldn't mind getting cold or his clothes getting wet and dirty if it meant the two of you had fun. But... this time the 'cold' seemed to bother him further then he was letting on.

He rubbed his eyes, “I…” He sighed. “I don’t hate it—“

“You just don’t feel like it then—“

"You don't need to be around me all the time, you know. If you want to play in the snow, you're free to do that." He thought you weren't having fun because you were staying with him, and you know he felt guilty about that. But it was your choice and frankly you would have preferred to stay with him. You weren't staying with him because playing alone wasn't fun, you were staying with him because you just wanted to be around him. And that was reason enough. It was better to sit quietly with him than to run through the snow and possibly get sick afterwards anyway. You chose to stay warm and comfortable. So you were understanding him.

"My free will chooses to stay with your sick body." You patted his head.

“I am not sick— peu importe…” He grumbled.

You jumped over the couch and sat next to him with a grin, "Fine. You're healthy as always."

Bullfrog didn't seem to understand what you were saying and neither of you spoke for a while, continuing to watch the TV idly as you sipped your hot chocolate. Instead he seemed to be having a fight in his head, "You know what? I changed my mind. Let's go outside. If I keep sitting like this, I'm going to fall asleep."

You turned to him, surprised, "Really? Hey, you don't need to force yourself. It's okay if you're not comfortable. It's fine with me, you know."

He gave a dismissive thumbs up, "No, it's okay, don't worry. Let's go." He freed himself from the pile of blankets he was wrapped in and jumped down to the ground. He quickly finished his hot chocolate and placed it on the coffee table. As you looked at him in surprise, he abruptly grabbed your arm and quickly dragged you towards the door while you yelped in surprise, "Let's go!"

You stumbled, trying not to drop your own hot chocolate, "W-wait. Slow down! I'm gonna fall!" You put your drink aside and quickly took your coat, and before you could wear it properly, you were already out of the house and being pulled up the stairs. He had already put on his own coat before you started getting dressed.

He dragged you up the stairs and you walked out of the building and onto the rooftop. You heard him let out a small breath when his feet came into contact with the snow. He trembled and muttered a few inaudible French words.

The two of you walked to the middle of the roof and observed the white world. Bullfrog looked tense and stiff. You could see that he was trying hard not to shake. He looked like he was torn between whether to stay or run back inside.

You decide that you can help him get out of his misery. To your surprise he seemed to have chosen to slowly escape. While he turned back and tried to walk towards the door with shaky steps, you took a handful of snow and formed a ball. He was muttering about what a bad idea this was.

“Hey, Bullfrog. Are you running back inside so quickly?” You didn't know what was going on inside his head, but you were sure he had to win whatever argument was going on and forget about it for a moment. He just needed to relax. You knew he could have fun too.

He stammered, mostly out of embarrassment, as you can guess, "I'm sorry. But it seems like this isn't the right mood for—" He cried out, losing his balance as you successfully hit him in the head with the snowball, and fell face flat down.

Your eyes widen, “Holy shit." You were actually expecting him to sense the incoming attack and dodge or catch the ball or— do anything else. He's never done this before. Now you're worried. There was definitely something wrong with him.

You rush to his side, “You okay?” He shakily got up to his knees.

"I shouldn't have let my guard down. It's my fault." He laughed weakly at his mistake. But you knew there was more to it than that. After not getting an answer from you for a while, he slowly looked at you. He swallowed with your serious face. It seems like he can't evade the questions anymore.

"What's your problem?" Your eyebrows furrowed in seriousness and concern. A simple question but difficult to answer. A question that heaved his heart.

He frowned, “Rien, nothing wrong—“

"Are you ill?" You repeated the same question that worries you again. Because if he was really sick, you couldn't let him tire himself out like this. You gently caressed his cheek, and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. His weak arms almost give out with your warm touch. He fleed from your touch, not letting herself melt, and sighed, "I told you I wasn't."

“Then what’s wrong with you?” He stood up shakily with a grunt. He heavied a sigh and watched his warm breath come out in a visible small cloud, "I...I'm going to hibernate." He sulked.

“You… what?”

He dismissed it, "It's not a big deal. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner... I just couldn't find the right words to inform you." That felt like a big lie "And I'm sorry for ruining your fun, I'm... going back now."

You held his shoulder, "Wait a minute. Are you going to hibernate? Now?" How could he say this wasn't a big deal? He'll probably sleep for about a month or two and that doesn't seem like a big deal? This is really important for his health and it seems like he's been ignoring it for a while! Why does he keep himself from hibernation!?

He glanced away, “Uh… non… Not right now. I can’t… I can’t sleep yet.”

“And why is that?”

He frowned, “You know why. I shouldn't sleep. I have lots of work to finish.”

You crossed your arms over you chest, with a raised brow, “I thought you said you were free until—“

He quickly interjected, "That's right! I said 'until'. And at any moment, someone can give me an important task. So what happens if I don't do it? I can't leave anything unfinished using the excuse that I was just sleeping." As the two of you stared at each others eyes for a while, a light breeze passed by and you noticed that it had started to snow again.

You saw that his shaking was getting worse, he is vulnerable right now, so you approached him without furthering the discussion and easily picked him up as he looked in surprise. "H-huh..."

“Let's go back home before you get actually sick. We'll talk about all this there." He sighed in defeat and let your warmth envelop him, finding it useless to resist. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck as he let it all happen.

You closed the door behind you and looked at him. You took off your jacket along with his and dropped it on the floor. At that moment, he was using all the energy in him not to fall asleep while in your arms. You smiled slightly at this. He was just like a little child stubbornly resisting falling asleep in his mother's arms. How long had he been resisting hibernation? All his life? Is this even possible?

"I understand your concerns, but hibernation exists for a reason. It's for your own g—"

"Please, you don't have to tell me that. I already know." He mumbled, sighing sleepily. "Please put me down."

You hummed, "Fine. I'll put you down."

He stammered when he noticed you walking towards your room, "W-what are you doing?" You didn't answer, instead you walked into your bedroom and laid down on your bed with him. You wrapped your hands tighter around his body and didn't let him escape from you. He didn't struggle much and exhaled tiredly.“Dors avec moi” you mumbled, causing his eyes to widen with your words.

His cheeks changed colors with that, "I told you I am not going to sleep." This time it was you who flustered him.

"Sure. Don't. But I will. And you are not leaving me while I sleep." He tried to push you away in protest. You finally let out a deep sigh. "Please. Bullfrog. I promise to wake you up if something happens, okay? Just focus on resting for now." He froze. He thought about it and glanced up at you, "You promise to wake me up?"

"Of course I do! When did I lie to you?"

His eyes softened. He moved a little closer to you and sighed, "Bien..." He couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and closed them with a relieved smile. And with surprising speed he fell asleep immediately. You watched for a while as his chest slowly rose and fell as he soundly sleeped. Maybe you shouldn't have taken off his coat because even though you covered him with a blanket, he was still slightly shivering, holding on to you like his life depended on it. You slowly took his hands off you and left his trembling body silently. He quickly curled into a small ball to protect himself from the cold, causing you to smile. You quickly ran to the living room and collected all the blankets he left on the couch and went back inside and wrapped him even tighter with the blankets you brought and laid down next to him. He had somehow managed to find you and cuddle up next to you.

"Bonne nuit" You whispered as you closed your eyes to rest with him.

#bullfrog x reader #bullfrog #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain lazerhawk #allenwrites #reader #x reader

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drama--universe · 1 year

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Change in attitude

Requested by anonymous: hi! can i request a jang hanseok (vincenzo) × reader. the reader is known to be calm and collected and doesn't talk much (at least infront of hanseoks employees. so basically the myung-hee (that's her name right ? says something rude about the reader and the reader just had enough and blows up in myung-hees face and everyone is shocked but it's about to get violent and hanseok like comes and kind of calms the reader down and picks them up and just walks out the building with them over the shoulder. sorry i had a dream about this and i really want to see it written but i have no writing skills whatsoever. ¡love your writing btw! ❤️❤️

Pairing: Jang Han-Seok x reader Word Count: 1.0k words Warnings: violence, arguing, suggestive ending

The box on your desk was mocking you, or at least that's what it felt like. It was a large box, one that was often used for moving your clothes or such and not really for paper. A peek inside was enough for you to groan in annoyance and the note that read 'has to be finished by tonight' didn't make it any better. You knew well enough that your boss, Myung-Hee, was doing this just so she could take out her frustrations on you at the end of the day. But you were competitive and there was no way that you'd give her that satisfaction, so you were determined to finish everything.

The first document was quickly finished, only two pages long and you only needed to fill in a few blank spots. Then the second document came along, this time twenty pages long and you had to search most things in the system. Unfortunately for you, the rest of the fifty documents were also twenty pages or more. So by lunch, you were only done with a quarter of the work.

"Are you coming, (y/n)?" One of your co-workers spoke up and you looked up from the papers before sighing softly, stretching your limps and grinning at the satisfying pops.

"Can you just bring me back a sandwich? The usual one." You asked and although she seemed a bit disappointed in you, she agreed nonetheless. You looked at the papers again before getting up for coffee. You didn't usually drink coffee during work hours, but right now you didn't have much of a choice since your eyes stared losing focus from the letters on the papers. So you moved to the coffee machine and taking one of the paper cups to pour it in. After drinking it, you went back to work. Every piece of paper felt like it took an eternity to finish and working while eating was a bit more difficult, but you tried your best. You didn't really pay attention to the time, you were too immersed into the stupid letters to notice the lack of sunlight. It wasn't until your last co-worker left that you noticed, but only because he told you. Yet, you had over twenty documents left...

With a glum face, you took the finished documents to Myung-Hee's office and knocked with your foot. The door was opened and Myung-Hee stepped aside to let you in, but the smirk on her face said enough. Weirdly enough, she just replied with a thank you before requesting that you leave. So you did.

"Are you still not finished?" Your co-worker asked and you shook your head, sinking in your seat with a loud sigh.

"Just two more, which means forty more pages." You mumbled before yawning loudly, covering your mouth in surprise before groaning again. Luckily, you were finished by lunch and ready to down after bring Myung-Hee the final documents.

"So, you're finally finished?" Her voice was clearly meant to be mean, but you honestly didn't care. So you dropped the paper before walking out.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Myung-Hee didn't even care if anyone heard her, marching after you and roughly turning you around. She started her rant of how the papers had to be finished yesterday and now she was behind as well, causing clients to get annoyed. You hardly believed her and if it was true, it was her fault for delivering the documents to you so late. Nonetheless, you stayed quiet since she was still your senior and boss.

"How are you still working here? You barely do anything and if you do, you do it wrong." She sneered and you rolled your eyes, which she quickly noticed and suddenly you felt a slap on your cheek that made you flinch harshly to the side. The pain in your cheek was barely felt as rage took over your body, boiling over your limit and the it snapped.

"You really think you're above everyone else here?!" You exclaimed as you got closer to the woman, ignoring the whispers around you from the people that had never seen you like this. They were used to the kind and sweet you, not this version.

"You're not better than anyone here, you scam and threaten people to win your cases! You barely do any of your own work and I know this, because I do it! There is not a day that I wished you'd dissapear or that Cha-Young stayed instead of you. At least she did her work, the good and the bad." You sneered, not even trying to control the words that rolled from your tongue. You were well aware of how horrible you sounded, but you honestly didn't care at this point.

"You're a vile woman that I wish didn't even ex-" "That's enough now, darling." Han-Seok's voice rang from behind you and a hand covered your mouth. You bit it, ignoring the loud whine from Han-Seok as you turned back to trying to berate the woman before you. You didn't get the chance as Han-Seok lifted you with ease, throwing you over his shoulder like you were a large bag of sand. You shrieked, hitting Han-Seok's back to be released. Han-Seok didn't budge, instead he walked to the elevator. As the doors closed, you were dropped on the ground again. You fell down on your butt and glared up at Han-Seok, who only kneeled down before you after pressing the button for the top floor aka his office.

"I was talking..." "You call that talking?" He asked and you rolled your eyes at him before hissing when Han-Seok lifted your chin. Your eyes connected and you could see the switch in his eyes, no longer pretending to be sweet Jun-Woo and rather now his true self as Han-Seok. It was something that usually scared you a bit, but now it didn't.

"You have no idea how attractive you are when you're mad, do you?" His smirk spoke wonders for your imagination, thoughts racing through your head. The man before you only smiled before placing a soft kiss on your forehead before leaning down even more so his eyes were on the same level as yours.

"So fix it, baby."

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mysticficti0n · 11 months

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heyhey B!

I love ur writing more than I love air ykwim but I want to ask if you can write Y/n finding out their show has been canceled and the TH boys back her up when she starts arguing with the managers (they're like 16-17 ish in this)

also congrats on the job !!!

thanks sugar ❤︎

Okay yes- I love writing for angry characters 🤭

Don't F*ck with her

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warnings- swearing, roughhousing?

words- 1.1k

(I used my friend Erik for the managers name btw she said he would be a bald fat guy?)

"you're joking?" Y/n rose from her make-up chair were she had already finished her look and was ready for the stage "no- Lynsey your fucking with me right? we're meant to be on in literally twenty minuets and you come in here and tell me it's canceled!" the girl was seething

"Y/n I'm sorry- you need to speak with the manager I can't do anything" her assistant directed with a sorry face "I was just told, the audience will find out soon" Y/n shot past Lynsey who quickly followed her to the boys changing room, the sound of laughing and jokes broke as she yanked the door open

"he fucking canceled the show" Y/n spat

"what?" the boys faces dropped "what do you mean canceled?"

"fucking canceled it! I swear to god I'm going to go ape-shit on Chris right fucking now, who's coming?" with a face like thunder Tom got up followed by his brother and the others "Lyn where are they?"

"follow me" Lyn had worked with the band for years she was one of their best friends and knew that they'd had enough with this new manager Chris constantly messing things up, the red-haired girl directed them to the 'office room' where Chris was sat watching tv "sir- the band are here to see you" he sighed

"yes?" Y/n shoved past the door and eyed the man up "Y/n?"

"canceled?!" Bill asked but was more of a 'are you taking the piss?' sort of voice "were meant to be on soon!"

"I realise that- but" Tom looked toward the girl who was chewing her lip to the point blood would probably start dripping "look"

"No you look right fucking here- we have a whole audience out there still oblivious to the fact were not going on and what reason are we meant to give? our managers a stupid dickwad who is messing around the 5 people who make him the money that feeds his fucking family hm?" Chris stood up from his seat and walked toward the girl, the boys took a step back but she stayed in her place, Gustav reached toward the girl but she didn't budge. Chris was now an inch away from her face, their eyes locked "you don't scare me- not anymore I'm not gonna let you do anything more to our band-"

"who says you have a choice- I own you all, I could snatch every reputation you ever have away from you in a second" his hand went around the girl jaw before letting go quickly "so go back to you room- take off that slutish make up and shut your mouths- understand me?" Bill had enough of seeing Y/n toyed with, he stepped forward shoving the man off her space, a laugh beloved from the man as he turned to the boys, eyes mostly set upon Bill

"don't fucking touch my brother-" Tom spoke pulling Bill back to him "you are fucking ruining our careers and like Y/n said- you pull this show, not one of us get any money- so grow a fucking pair you bald prick and let us play"

"you're a fucking stupid cunt- your making our lives a fucking nightmare" Gustav yelled getting nods from the other 4

"think I'm going to listen to 5 little kids? you're all pathetic" Georg scoffed

"mate your what 55 and make your living of us- your last band fired you so you came to us, who said we ever wanted a money stealing, pervy, pissface owning us?"

"good point- actually tell you what Chris get your shit together- your fired and were going onto that god-damn-fucking stage and telling that whole ass stadium, guys get your stuff were going" Bill walked out and straight to stage, the Tokio Hotel intro hadn't even played but the 5 walked on and the audience roared as they entered "HELLO GEORGIA" the band yelled

"so were sorry about the hold up but we wanna say something- so you all know Chris Satpled? yeah well we just fucking fired the lunatic as he was cancelling our shows and was trying to cancel tonights" Y/n screamed to them all and a huge boo ran through the people making the band clap them, the 5 ran to their instruments, Tom, Georg and Y/n went to get their guitars, Bill and Georg went to their places and waited for the three

"were gonna preform for you all tonight and we'll have a special song for Chris later-" Bill laughed as the band began playing

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"Thank you for a wonderful show everyone and as we said we have a very special song for Chris- so it goes like this- FUCK CHRIS SATPLED FUCK CHRIS SATPLED FUCK CHRIS SATPLED FUCK CHRIS SATPLED" Bill started a chant through the whole stadium of people, the guitarist kept strumming a beat they created along with Gustav and the crowd, Y/n took a step forward to the mic and coughed

"Oh these were bought by Chris' company so-" she took a step back, unhooking the guitar strap from her and slamming it to the floor and a cheer shot from everyone, next Tom and Georg started smashing their guitars and the sound of symbols crashing to the floor as Gustav kicked them down and stabbed the skins of his drums and shoved them along with the kit

The band all met at the front and took one last bow before going off and jumping at each other laughing, they had backstage runners asking what they were doing but the band ignored them all.

Time past and they knew that a crowd would be outside and they also knew Chris would have to walk through them all, they waited at the exit doors and Chris was their speaking with the bands security, their ex-manager took one last look at the all and rolled his eyes "punks"

"get fucked you absolute wank stain- I hope you get fucked over again and again" Y/n grinned waving to the man who pull his coat taught

"I'll find a better band who respects a man like me" Tom shook his head walking to the man and patting his shoulder

"good luck finding a better band than us you knob- now get the fuck out" the people outside cheer's turned to boo's as the stumpy man walked out, water was thrown at him and the chant started again making the band burst out laughing and soon followed his last footsteps, Tom walked close to the girl as they calmed down grabbing things to sign from fans "you know what- we found you all pretty hot when angry" Y/n laughed shoving him away "hey don't just attack me we all did"

"shut it Kaulitz- I swear to god I'll kill you all" she walked away from the 4 boys and started speaking with fans and taking pictures

"don't fuck with her huh?" Georg laughed

"agreed" the other joined following Y/n "hot though?" Gustav looked to the boys who quickly nodded and all started giggling away

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz imagines #00s #kaulitz twins #georg listing #germany #2001 #Humanoid city #2007 #2000s aesthetic #2000s fashion #2000s music #2000s style #mine

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thepictureofjune · 2 months

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The Tortured Poets Departement of schloss einstein

— relating songs to characters and relationships because in my eyes, everyone is a little sad

Hallo. Wilkommen. This is me trying to relate everything I somewhat like to my current obsession even if it does not fit at all because this is a kids show and the album is probably anything but relatable to a 12 year old, trying to find a treasure. But I tried and I tried explaining my choices. This is my very insane and over-dramatic interpretation, please just deal with me.

Disclaimer: hab versucht, mich möglichst auf Staffel 26 und 27 Charaktere zu begrenzen, hat aber (siehe literally erstes Beispiel) manchmal besser bei früheren Charakteren oder Beziehungen gepasst. Btw would love it if anyone could find people to relate the missing songs to. (my chronic rewatching kinda failed me in the end…)

Fortnight - Till und Martha (Staffel 23)

And for a fortnight there, we were forever Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary And I love you, it's ruining my life I love you, it's ruining my life I touched you for only a fortnight I touched you, but I touched you

For me this fits within the whole Martha Kasimir Till drama and obviously the somewhat enemies to lovers arc Martha and Till had going on. How probably liking Martha ruined Tills life more than it already was because when they kissed for the first time, she was still dating Kasimir and that, of course, ensured a lot of issues probably.

The Tortured Poets Department - Nesrin und Annika (Staffel 27!)

But you're in self-sabotage mode Throwing spikes down on the road But I've seen this episode and still loved the show Who else decodes you? And who's gonna hold you like me? And who's gonna know you, if not me? I laughed in your face and said "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we'rе modern idiots" (...) Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be 'Cause we're crazy So tell me, who else is gonna know me?

We get introduced to them as these two best friends who are never really seen without each other. Annika knows Nesrin and Nesrin knows Annika and no one is ever going to get in between them, right? Because then it changes and we get the whole fight of Nesrin not really seeming to know Annika all that well anymore, them constantly fighting because maybe after all, all they had was the pranks they did together and what is their friendship beyond that? What is their friendship now?

Down Bad - Noah und Colin aus Noahs Sicht (Staffel 27 post 1062)

For a moment, I knew cosmic love Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym Everything comes out teenage petulance "Fuck it if I can't have him" "I might just die, it would make no difference" Down bad, wakin' up in blood Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up Fuck it if I can't have us I might just not get up, I might stay

Did you take all my old clothes Just to leave me here, naked and alone In a field in my same old town That somehow seems so hollow now? They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about The existence of you

I loved your hostile takeovers Encounters closer and closer All your indecent exposures How dare you say that it's— I'll build you a fort on some planet Where they can all understand it How dare you think it's romantic Leaving me safe and stranded 'Cause fuck it, I was in love So fuck you if I can't have us

So Noah kinda knows he likes Colin now, knows that he misses Colin but what if Colin doesn’t miss him? What if Colin already moved on? Nothing would make sense anymore. He lost his best friend and for what? Only to be alone in the end?

Because right now, for all Noah knows, Colin might still be mad at him.

So Long, London - Noah und Colin aus Colins Sicht (Staffel 27 post 1056)

I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift Pulled him in tighter each time he was driftin' away My spine split from carrying us up the hill Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill I stopped tryna make him laugh, stopped tryna drill the safe Thinkin', "How much sad did you think I had Did you think I had in me?" Oh, the tragedy

So long, London You'll find someone For so long, London Stitches undone Two graves, one gun I'll find someone And you say I abandoned the ship But I was going down with it My white-knuckle dying grip Holding tight to your quiet resentment And my friends said it isn't right to be scared Every day of a love affair Every breath feels like rarest air When you're not sure if he wants to be there You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waitin' for the proof You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days And I'm just getting color back into my face I'm just mad as hell 'cause I loved this place

But Daddy I Love Him - Julia Sponer (Staffel 25 u 26)

Too high a horse for a simple girl To rise above it They slammed the door on my whole world The one thing I wanted Now I'm runnin' with my dress unbuttoned Scrеamin', "But, Daddy, I love him I'm havin' his baby" No, I'm not, but you should see your faces I'm tellin' him to floor it through thе fences No, I'm not coming to my senses

This one is mainly for the dramatics of the song, of playing the part and of Julia wanting to take a path (acting) that is usually not really met with great immediate success.

Fresh Out The Slammer - Lucky und Paulina (Staffel 11 u 12)

Gray and blue and fights and tunnels Handcuffed to the spell I was under For just one hour of sunshine Years of labor, locks, and ceilings In the shade of how he was feeling But it's gonna be alright, I did my time Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you Frеsh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to Camera flashes, welcome bashes, get the matches Toss the ashes off the ledge As I said in my letters, now that I know better I will never lose my baby again

Give me one couple in the entirety of Schloss Einstein that screams Partners in Crime better than they do. (also give me one modern character that would be looked at like a criminal - they don’t do them like that anymore)

Florida!!! - Joyce Simon (Staffel 24 u 25)

Little did you know your home's really only A town you're just a guest in So you work your life away just to pay For a time-share down in Destin (...) The hurricane with my name when it came I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine Well, me and my ghosts, wе had a hell of a time Yes, I'm hauntеd, but I'm feeling just fine

One character who never quite seemed to feel at home, who had a friend and still fled the country, who has never had a home because family was always foreign.

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? - Joshua Hockenbrink (Staffel 27)

The who's who of "Who's that?" is poised for the attack But my bare hands paved their paths You don't get to tell me about "sad" (...) Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream "Who's afraid of little old me?" You should be The scandal was contained The bullet had just grazed At all costs, keep your good name You don't get to tell me you feel bad Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one morе joke Then we could all just laugh until I cry (...) So tell me everything is not about me But what if it is? Then say they didn't do it to hurt me But what if they did? I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me So all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs I'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said? That I'll sue you if you step on my lawn That I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong

A birthday party organized simply to taunt him, the usually slightly mean behavior that drives everyone away and makes you think he is nothing more than rude, nothing more than a villain. But he’s also the boy that seems to want nothing more than to find a place that accepts him.

loml - Leon und Io aus Leons Sicht (Staffel 27 post 1064)

We embroidered the memories of the time I was away Stitching, "We were just kids, babe" I said, "I don't mind, it takes time" I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed I've felt a glow like this never before and never since (...) You holy ghost, you told me I'm the love of your life You said I'm the love of your life About a million times Who's gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate (...) I wish I could unrecall How we almost had it all Dancing phantoms on the terrace Are they second-hand embarrassed That I can't get out of bed

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - Massuda Phanit (Staffel 26 u 27)

I can read your mind "She's having the time of her life There in her glittering prime The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night" I can show you lies 'Cause I'm a real tough kid I can handle my shit They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did Lights, camera, bitch, smile Even when you wanna die Breaking down, I hit the floor All the piеces of me shatterеd as the crowd was chanting, "More" I was grinnin' like I'm winnin' I was hittin' my marks I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day

Massuda is glitter, she is smiles in the camera, she is organizing parties and loud music and dancing and…She is also the parents that don’t accept her if she doesn’t have good grades. She is also the one who has to hide her true self whenever her parents turn up.

Clara Bow - Marlon to Simon (Staffel 27)

"You look like Clara Bow In this light, remarkable All your life, did you know You'd be picked like a rose?" I'm not trying to exaggerate But I think I might die if it happened Die if it happened to me No one in my small town Thought I'd see the lights of Manhattan Take the glory, give everything Promise to be dazzling

This might seem a wee bit crazy but hear me out! Marlon likes Nesrin but he also thinks Nesrin likes Simon. And he knows Simon is probably better at this whole liking someone and flirting with them thing that he will ever be because after all, he’s just the kid with the star bread.

— june🪐

(the anthology comes in a separate part bcs else this is too long to read - it already prob is)

#schloss einstein

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Hey, quick question if you don't mind me asking, what were your thoughts on Chalice of the Gods?

overall, i wish rick stopped at toa like he said he was going to. the more rick adds, the more the world-building suffers as a result. that being said, i didn't completely hate cotg like i thought i would. there's a few good moments, but, in general, it reads like a cash-grab.

let's start with the good. percy has some of the most in-character moments he's had in the universe since pjo.

percy's confrontation w geras was so good that i actually wish this was part of percy's character arc in hoo. percy spent almost all of pjo knowing he was going to die—he saw the fates cut the string in tlt and in som he put together what the prophecy meant: he was going to die either at or before 16. and this is exactly why this confrontation works and why i think it's better than new rome. new rome can protect a demigod from monsters, not from fate. percy wasn't scared of monsters. if he was, he would've stayed at chb year-round.

and i really like that geras was willing to entertain percy bc he had turned down godhood. like the first time percy ever thinks abt immortality seriously (in botl) this is what he has to say:

so immortality is fundamentally at odds w percy's character bc he defines himself so thoroughly w the ppl he loves. and this is exactly what allows him to get through to geras! it's such a good exploration of percy's character and the future he's now able to consider.

similarly, this section

is more in-character than almost all of hoo. this is a prime example of how percy's loyalty works and addresses how it's misconstrued in fandom. percy has a desire for freedom, and that desire informs how he respects ppl. percy's loyalty isn't a possessive "i won't let you do this" bc he will, he will always let someone make their own choice at the end of the day bc it's what he would want. and this was actually established in tlt, when sally says "you're enough like me to understand" and asks percy to let her save herself. so percy lets bianca fight talus, he lets nico walk away, he gives luke the knife, he lets ganymede choose his own story, even when he disagrees w it. and this is why percy's arc in hoo sucked! rick tried to give percy the typical hero complex, but it's contradictory w percy's character. so when i saw this passage i was so relieved. i thought this part of percy died w pjo.

also, to talk abt someone other than percy, this moment

is good. i love this abt annabeth.

and grover saying the hardest thing is sitting by and not being able to do anything. bc grover is usually in a support role and he wasn't there at all in hoo. i also like that percy is confronted w the fact that he's not expendable. thumbs up from me.

the bad...i'm just going to keep short bullet points.

what even is this plot

it doesn't work as part of pjo and yet it's marketed as the sixth book in the series

why is zeus a disney villain. i hate everything abt it

the inconsistencies...annabeth's cap...why are we continuing to treat percy like he's disinterested in learning??? also. what do you mean you're not allowed at camp after you turn 18? WHAT DO YOU MEAN????? this was not a thing. and wasn't rhea in hiding or something?? now she's casually having brunch?

there's too much "percy is the stupid bf and annabeth is the competent gf who takes care of him." i hated every second of this. also annabeth is disabled. her being intelligent does not remove her disability. she struggles.

i rbed that post abt disaster cook annabeth and good cook percy and i stand by that.

the power monologue makes no damn sense (and another addition by op in the tags)

no seriously i'm begging someone to have a real conversation and understand percy is terrified of how powerful he is. i've been waiting for this since botl. WHICH WAS PUBLISHED IN 2008 BTW

i'm not a huge estelle or paul fan. like they're fine they're just not compelling.

the only time i feel sally and percy have the same connection as they had in tlt is when they're alone. this is a problem i've had for a while, but cotg does not fix it. when paul and annabeth are in the equation, it feels like percy is the outsider.

in summary, cotg is like a fanfic i would leave kudos for being a good percy character study despite having questionable moments. except it's canon. and these questionable things affect the world-building.

#thanks for asking! i love having an excuse to ramble #sorry for the extra character study but this is the edited version it used to be longer LMAO #cotg spoilers #rr crit #answered

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Devil's Backbone (Unsub!Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part nine

We'll be back to Wed/Fri next week I promise!! Btw I listened to "Decode" a lot while writing more of Hotch spiraling so......

Warnings: reader dealing w the aftermath of how Hotch treated her in the last chapter, more lies

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Nine: How did we get here? -- "Decode" by Paramore

After you left, Hotch continued talking to himself for a few seconds before “ending” the phone call. He felt stupid faking a call, but he needed you to leave and not ask questions. He knew you had questions, and that was worrisome.

He hadn’t meant for all of that to happen. But he felt better now, reinvigorated, so that was worth it, he supposed. He needed the boost of energy. He had unsubs to find. You would understand.

The unsub who ran would be hard to find, Hotch knew that. He was good at hiding, it was what took them so long to track him down in the first place, and they wouldn’t have if it weren’t for the kid.

But there were others Hotch could take care of in the meantime. One in particular was just a few hours south. He could use a road trip.

+++

You didn’t tell anyone about your night with Aaron. You couldn’t. You were barely able to make sense of it in your own mind, let alone speak it out loud to someone else.

The way he handled you. It was different from before. His hands had changed.

You took the day off from work, telling Rossi you just needed to sleep. The last case exhausted you; that was all. He tried to press, but eventually let you go.

But you didn’t sleep. You slept after having sex with Aaron because you were past the point of exhaustion. You had no choice but to sleep, but now you weren’t tired enough. Your mind was still awake and running wild with questions.

You replayed the night over in your brain until it felt like it didn’t happen at all.

You laid on your couch, stared at the ceiling, and dozed. Remade the night in your head until it was a fantasy of what could’ve been if he had only let you in and let you love him in the first place.

Your phone rang and you wished it was Aaron, but knew it wasn’t. It was Penelope.

You rolled over, and let your voicemail answer.

+++

Hotch made good time driving south to North Carolina. Between energy drinks and chewing Excedrin, he barely needed to sleep at all. The four-hour drive breezed past, and soon he was sitting outside the unsub’s neighborhood, waiting.

He thought too much about you. Turning the radio as loud as it went did nothing to fight off the images of you that flashed before his eyes.

The previous version of him, before Foyet, would have called you instead of repeatedly searching the radio for something interesting. He always ended back up on the news, wanting to hear what was going on locally. Sometimes he checked national news, and sometimes he checked specific forums that he knew to watch, just in case he appeared there.

His stomach growled, and he cussed at it. He knew he should’ve eaten something before parking, but he couldn’t get this unsub off his mind. He’d eat after he handled this unsub. That was a deal he made for himself. He’d be hungry after this, and he needed to drive back to Quantico tonight, too. He couldn’t stay.

It took a few hours until Hotch saw the unsub’s car returning to the neighborhood. Hotch waited a few minutes before jumping out of his car and following.

With his gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans on his back, he knew what he had to do. He didn’t have as much time as he wanted with this unsub, but that was fine. He walked right up to his house, bypassing the open garage to ring the doorbell out front. The unsub answered with a confused greeting.

The ruse worked all the same. The unsub let Hotch into his house willingly, asking “Gideon” how he had been. How nice it was of him to check in. How the unsub had his life turned around.

Hotch waited until the unsub bent to grab drinks from the fridge. He shot him twice in the back of the head and neck, and left him there. The unsub lived alone, but someone would find out eventually. It wasn’t Hotch’s business.

He closed the garage and shut the lights off before he left. No one was home, after all.

+++

You went back to work after one day off. You needed to get off the couch and out of your apartment before you drove yourself insane with overthinking.

What the hell were you thinking? Going to Hotch’s place and going inside like that. Letting him do those things to you. No one could ever know about that. You knew that much. It had to remain a secret. You weren’t supposed to have any contact with him. You knew that, and you broke that rule. Foolishly. You knew better than that.

Penelope was the first to ask how you were doing. You swore she had special senses or something because she was waiting for you when you got off the elevator.

“Hey,” she called out, walking beside you, her heels clicking on the floor. “Rossi said you stayed home yesterday out of the blue. I tried calling you but it went to voicemail.”

“I know, I’m sorry Pen,” you tried to smile. “I was just really tired so I didn’t look at my phone or anything.”

“Okay,” she frowned. “Can I do anything? Tea? Do you want to get lunch together?”

“Sure,” you conceded, smiling genuinely then. “I’d love that. Let’s do lunch.”

“Awesome,” she grinned, her pink lipgloss sparkling with her smile. “I’m off to the cave. Come see me if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded. “I will, thanks Pen.”

Her concern worried you more than anything. You didn’t think you were that obvious with how bad you were doing. You thought you were hiding it well, but then again, there was never any hiding when working with profilers. Even Pen, who didn’t profile every day, still knew her friends extremely well and knew when something was wrong.

Everyone else knew, too. The second you walked through the glass doors, Emily was up and giving you a hug, asking if you felt any better. JJ followed and rubbed your back, asking if you wanted any coffee. Derek came over and gave a hug as well, and his stern look of worry. Reid waved from his desk and said it was glad to see you back.

“I was gone for one day,” you laughed, putting your purse down on your desk and plopping yourself down in your chair.

“It was kinda out of nowhere though,” Reid piped up. “Were you sick?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “I was just exhausted, I think. I slept the whole day.”

“Were you avoiding something?”

“Reid,” Morgan warned. “Relax.”

Spencer grimaced. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you shook your head. “Maybe I was, who knows? I’ll bring it up to my therapist,” you grinned, but none of them laughed. You cleared your throat. They stared back at you. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Nothing,” Emily said, shrugging, letting out a weak chuckle. “We all need therapists after the few months we’ve had.”

“You guys don’t have therapists?” Reid asked.

That got everyone to laugh.

“Oh, uh, by the way,” Morgan nudged your shoulder. “Rossi wanted to see you at some point today.”

“Okay…” He probably just wanted to check on you, but still, it unnerved you. “I’ll go get that over with now.”

You hauled yourself up and skipped up the stairs, bypassing Hotch’s office. You tried not to look at the door too long, but it startled you, seeing it empty. You kept walking, knocking on Rossi’s door and listening for him to invite you inside.

He opened the door for you, looking relieved to see that it was you. “Hey, come on in.”

You were welcomed inside and sat down on Rossi’s couch, and he took the seat next to you. You thought this meant that the conversation was a friendly check-in, but it verged away from friendly very quickly.

“Did you visit Aaron?”

You tried to keep your shock under control. “I did.”

“How was he?” Rossi asked.

“Good,” you lied. “I gave him some flowers. They seemed to cheer him up.”

“That’s good,” Rossi smiled softly. “How are you?”

“Fine,” you lied again, this time shrugging. “Moving on from it. Thanks for letting me have yesterday off. Resting really helped.”

Rossi waved his hand. “No need to thank me, but I’m glad it helped.” He paused, exhaling. “Strauss is worried about Aaron.”

“We all are,” you shrugged. “He’s been through a lot.”

“Yes, he has,” Rossi agreed. “But she’s…more concerned than we are, I’ll say. I was wondering if you wanted to shed some light on how he’s doing.”

“I mean, he…” You trailed off, fiddling with your hands. Should you say something? You didn’t care about betraying him. You did that when you first contacted Strauss. Betraying him wasn’t the issue.

It was admitting to yourself that something was wrong with him. Deeply. Enough to cause serious, genuine worry. Enough to intervene.

But what proof of that did you have? That he fucked you and kicked you out? You were not going to disclose that information, especially not to Rossi.

“He’s as good as you can expect him to be while grieving,” you finally said. “I think he’s fine.”

Rossi clearly did not believe you, but he let it go, and let you go back to your desk, which was completely fine with you.

You were saddled with paperwork that you didn’t do yesterday, and more because apparently new Use of Force reports are due. When are they not due?

Lunchtime rolled around slowly, and you sprung up from your desk like you were on a trampoline when Penelope came waltzing through the doors.

She laughed when she saw you were already standing. “Normally I have to pry you from your desk.”

“I’m starving,” you said. It was a half-lie. “Where are we eating?”

“Wherever you want,” she linked your arm in hers. “Anyone else want to join? JJ?”

JJ walked past briskly, shaking her head. “Can’t, sorry, sorting through some files.” She bounded the steps to the second level, pausing to lean over the railing. “I’ve misplaced a couple-- It’s not a big deal, they’re probably just buried under everything, but still. Thanks though.” She breezed into Rossi’s office and shut the door.

Pen blinked. “Okay.” She gave you a weird look and you returned it. “Any other takers?”

Reid was mid-bite of his usual PB&J, and Emily and Morgan were on the phone, shaking their heads.

You and Pen left the BAU alone, preparing for an ultimate girls lunch. Complete with food and gossip. Except, you weren’t in the mood for gossip because all Pen wanted to know about was Hotch. Before you even ordered food, Pen started with the questions.

“Okay, obviously something happened, because you never go off the grid like that.” She leaned forward on the table. “What happened yesterday?”

“Nothing happened,” you insisted. Because technically, it was the day before. Not that that even remotely mattered. “I was just tired.”

“Did you go see Hotch?”

Your eyes widened. “Penelope.”

“I knew it!” she cheered quietly. “I knew it! You two were too close when he was here, I knew you’d keep in touch.”

“We haven’t exactly kept in touch,” you replied. “He refuses to speak to me.” Technically the truth. He did refuse to speak to you. He might have fucked you, but there was no talking involved. Barely any.

“What?”

“I went to his apartment with some flowers to apologize and wish him well but he… He refused to speak to me,” you shrugged. “I mean, he took the flowers, but we barely spoke, and I left.” You kept your eyes down on your drink, swirling your straw, hoping you came across as ashamed and not a liar.

“Oh, babe…” Penelope rested her hand on yours. “I am so sorry. You really liked him.”

“I did,” you exhaled through a small laugh, then shook your head. “But it’s fine. Other fish in the sea, and all that. Not to mention,” you lowered your voice, “he’s my boss, Pen. What was I thinking?”

“Uh, you were thinking how hot it is,” she replied, her voice just above a whisper, but she was grinning. “It’s fine to have fantasies! Don’t beat yourself up over it.” She squeezed your hand.

“Thanks, Pen,” you smiled, squeezing her hand back. “Now. What are we thinking for food? I really am starving.”

+++

Hotch was just about to head out to find another unsub when his phone began ringing. He sighed heavily and spun around, hoping it wasn’t you, because the last thing he wanted to do was deal with you any more. It turned out to be Rossi.

“Hey Dave,” Aaron made sure to smile as he said it, hoping that translated in his tone. “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Rossi sighed. “The usual. What are you up to?”

Aaron set his duffle bag down gently. Rossi never called for no reason. “Was just about to head on a short run,” Aaron said.

“Running a lot lately, huh?”

“Yeah,” Aaron chuckled, suddenly worried. Was Rossi onto him? How was he supposed to know? He felt ridiculous, being a profiler and unable to tell what Rossi was feeling. “It’s been good for uh…coping, you know. I don’t know,” he laughed. “I probably sound stupid.”

“Not at all,” Dave replied. “I won’t keep you. I just had one quick question.”

There it is. “Sure, what is it?”

“JJ is missing a few files, and I was just wondering if you might have them. The Holman case, the Goodman case, and a few others.”

“Holman?” Hotch asked. “Wasn’t he killed a few days ago?” Only a few days ago…what happened to the time?

“Yeah,” Dave sighed. “Anyway, take a look through your office after your run and give me a call, deal?”

“Deal,” Hotch said, smiling again. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“See ya,” Dave replied. “Don’t give yourself a stroke.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hotch laughed. “Bye.”

Hotch sighed, setting his phone on the counter. This next unsub had to wait until the next day. Hotch had files to burn.

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Illyrian Assassin (16)

Pairing: Azriel x OC

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: past trauma, slow burn

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Word still hadn’t come from the Summer Court the following morning, so Rhysand made good on his decision to bring us to the mortal realm.

Daisy and Willa would stay here with Mor and Amren, being cared for in the townhouse. It was agreed last night that I would join Rhys, Feyre, Cass, and Az to the mortal realm. During my absence, Amren decided she’ll try to figure out why Willa is having these weird dreams that are continuing to drain her. My poor sister was barely sleeping, and when she did, it never lasted long.

“What does one wear, exactly, in the human lands?” Mor said from where she sprawled across the foot of Feyre’s bed while I sat up against the headboard.

“Layers,” Feyre said, riffling through the clothes in her armoire for something the both of us could wear. I tried looking for something through my own clothes earlier, but she’d said she would just find me something instead. “They…cover everything up. The décolletage might be a little daring depending on the event, but…everything else gets hidden beneath skirts and petticoats and nonsense.”

“Sounds like the women are used to not having to run—or fight,” I said, picking at my nails. “I don’t remember it being that way five hundred years ago.”

“Even with the wall, the threat of faeries remained, so…surely practical clothes would have been necessary to run, to fight any that crept through. I wonder what changed,” Feyre countered, pulling out an ensemble of turquoise with accents of gold—rich, bright, regal for our approval.

Mor and I merely nodded, and she went on, “Nowadays, most women wed, bear children, and then plan their children’s marriages. Some of the poor might work in the fields, and a rare few are mercenaries or hired soldiers, but…the wealthier they are, the more restricted their freedoms and roles become. You’d think that money would buy you the ability to do whatever you pleased.”

“Some of the High Fae,” Mor said, pulling at an embroidered thread in the blanket, “are the same.”

Feyre slipped behind the dressing screen as I laid on my stomach beside Mor.

“In the Court of Nightmares,” Mor went on, that voice falling soft and a bit cold once more, “females are…prized. Our virginity is guarded, then sold off to the highest bidder—whatever male will be of the most advantage to our families. I was born stronger than anyone in my family. Even the males. And I couldn’t hide it, because they could smell it—the same way you can smell a High Lord’s Heir before he comes to power. The power leaves a mark, an…echo. When I was twelve, before I bled, I prayed it meant no male would take me as a wife, that I would escape what my elder cousins had endured: loveless, sometimes brutal, marriages.”

I looked at my best friend with pity and sadness as parts on that year flooded back into my mind.

“But then I began bleeding a few days after I turned seventeen. And the moment my first blood came, my power awoke in full force, and even that gods-damned mountain trembled around us. But instead of being horrified, every single ruling family in the Hewn City saw me as a prize mare. Saw that power and wanted it bred into their bloodline, over and over again.”

“What about your parents?” Feyre managed to ask.

“My family was beside themselves with glee. They could have their pick of an alliance with any of the other ruling families. My pleas for choice in the matter went unheard.”

“A bunch of pricks,” I mumbled.

“The rest of the story,” Mor said as Feyre emerged, holding out a pastel blue gown toward me, “is long, and awful, and I’ll tell you some other time. I came here to say I’m not going with you—to the mortal realm.”

“Because of how they treat women?” Feyre questioned as I thanked her for the dress and slipped behind the dressing screen.

“If that was the case, then I can assure you that Rhys wouldn’t let Rory anywhere near the realm,” Mor snorted as I laughed, changing out of my tunic and pants. “When the queens come, I will be there. I wish to see if I recognize any of my long-dead friends in their faces. But…I don’t think I would be able to…behave with any others.”

“Did Rhys tell you not to go?” Feyre said tightly as I slipped into the gown with more skirts than I’d ever worn.

How do they manage to walk in this?

“No,” Mor said, snorting. “He tried to convince me to come, actually. He said I was being ridiculous. But Cassian…he gets it. The two of us wore him down last night.”

Feyre’s brows rose as I snorted, walking back over to the bed with the gown on and restricting more movement than I’d like.

Mor shrugged at the unasked question in Feyre’s eyes. “Cassian and Rory helped Rhys get me out. Before he had the real rank to do so. For Rhys, getting caught would have been a mild punishment, perhaps a bit of social shunning. But Cassian and Rory…” She looked at me, taking my hand in hers. “They risked everything to make sure I stayed out of that court, especially Cass. And he laughs about it, but he believes he’s a low-born bastard, not worthy of his rank or life here. He has no idea that he’s worth more than any other male I met in that court—and outside of it. Him and Azriel, that is.”

Feyre opened her mouth, but the cloak chimed ten, meaning it was time to go.

I stood up as Mor let go of my hand.

“I’d like my sisters to meet you. Maybe not today. But if you ever feel like it…” Feyre said to Mor as I softly smiled between the two of them.

Mor’s mouth tightened and she blinked a few times.

Feyre went for the door but paused with her hand on the knob. “I’m sorry if I was not as welcoming to you as you were to me when I arrived at the Night Court. I was…I’m trying to learn how to adjust.”

But Mor hopped off the bed, opened the door for her, and said, “There are good days and hard days for me—even now. Don’t let the hard days win.”

“I think I prefer you better when you aren’t wearing mortal clothes,” Cassian mused at me as I leaned against the wall, looking up and down at his fighting leathers.

“I think you don’t know how to compliment a female,” I shot back with a sweet smile while adjusting the white coat around my shoulders.

Azriel snorted across from me, his shadows swirling up his arms. “Even after five hundred years, you both still act like legitimate siblings.”

“I swear they came from the same mother sometimes,” Rhys chimed in with a smirk on his lips.

I flipped them both off as we fell to a silence, waiting for Feyre to say something as she glanced around at us.

I took a step toward Azriel, knowing Rhys would winnow us two off the coast, right to the invisible line where the wall bisected our world. There was a tear in its magic about half a mile offshore—which we’d fly though.

He gave me a small smile that I retuned, but it quickly wiped off my face and I snapped my head to Feyre as she said, “I’ll fly with Azriel.”

Slowly, slightly baffled, I looked back to Az who held an apology in his eyes as he looked at me before merely bowing his head to Feyre, and said, “Of course.”

Cassian cringed, glancing between me and Az. The three males knew if I’d ever need to fly somewhere, it would be Azriel who took me. But now, he’s taking Feyre and I’ve got to be fine with that. I mean, I was fine with it, but I also didn’t like it.

“You drop me, and I swear I’ll cut your balls off,” I warned Cass, walking toward him.

“If I drop you, then it’s Willa and Daisy who’ll attack me,” he grumbled, scooping me into his arms as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Rhys laughed, grabbing Cass and then we were surrounded by black wind and the townhouse was gone. Blinding sunlight, and roaring wind surrounded us as Cassian plunged down, down—Then we tilted, shooting straight.

“I missed this,” I said, looking at my bastard brother as he chuckled.

Below, ahead, behind, the vast, blue sea stretched. Above, fortresses of clouds plodded along. I felt the wall as we swept through. Felt it lunge for me and then we were out. Cassian banked, veering toward the coastline, where Rhys was now sweeping over the land.

I stood between Cassian and Azriel as we stood behind Feyre—glamoured. The glamour didn’t keep out the damn cold though. I desperately rubbed my arms, trying to warm myself as Cassian chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his body heat.

The door opened, and a merry-faced round housekeeper squinted at Feyre. “May I help…” The words trailed off as she looked closer at Feyre’s face.

“Oh, she knows for sure,” I whispered, pressing myself more into Cassian’s side.

“I’m here to see my family,” Feyre choked out.

“Your—your father is away on business, but your sisters…” She didn’t move. Her eyes darted around Feyre. No carriage, no horse. No footprints in the snow.

“We should have planned this better,” Rhys said to us, knowing the glamour keeps our voices hidden.

The older lady’s face blanched and I looked at Rhys, raising a brow. “You think?” I sarcastically retorted.

“Mrs. Laurent?”

I felt everyone stiffen at the sudden voice from the hall. Hell, even I stiffened.

Feyre backed away a step, making Rhys step forward. But I grabbed the back of his jacket and yanked him back between me and Azriel.

“Are you insane?” I whisper-shouted at him. “If you comfort her now, then you might as well waltz in there and announce your presence.”

“I could easily wipe away any memory of us,” he stated.

I slapped him on the back of the head, sending him a disapproving look.

A mortal female’s face appeared over Mrs. Laurent’s round shoulder. Soft and lovely, like a summer dawn. Her golden-brown hair was half up, her pale skin creamy and flushed with color.

The mortal lifted a slender hand to her mouth as her body shook with a sob.

“Elain,” Feyre said hoarsely.

Footsteps on the sweeping stairs behind them, then—“Mrs. Laurent, draw up some tea and bring it to the drawing room.”

The women merely gave Feyre a look that promised death if she harmed her sisters as she turned into the house, leaving Feyre before Elain, still quietly crying.

But Feyre took a step over the threshold and closed the door. None of us said a word until a minute passed and I exhaled.

“This should be fun,” I groaned. “I’m freezing my damn ass off out here though.”

“You’re an Illyrian,” Rhys deadpanned. “How are you cold?”

“When was the last time you stayed in those mountains?” I raised a brow at him, and he rolled his eyes as Az and Cass quietly chuckled at us.

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ms-snape · 1 year

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It's your birthday, why jealousy ?

Omg it's been too long since I posted anything but I started writing again and there will be plenty of chapters once my exams finish I promise. For now we come back with one on Hakim Ziyech

btw: I know his birthday passed about 3 months ago but I had this idea long before.

Good reading.

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her pov

Everyone knew Hakim Ziyech's temper and how disruptive he could be, it showed during his playing minutes where he looked like he wanted to break the jaws of other players, but that was only the case with the others, never with me, and I was very grateful for that.

Hakim and I have been married for almost a year now, we hardly ever argued and even when we did it was never major arguments and one of us always ended up apologizing which helped. My husband's teammates were thrilled with our relationship since it saved them from having to deal with an angry Ziyech all the time.

It was soon his birthday an event that Mason, one of his closest friends, and I had been planning for a while now, we would have gladly brought Joao Félix with us into the plan but we knew him well enough to know that he was not at all good at keeping secrets, so it was out of the question to tell him about the surprise, we had everything ready and his birthday was in a few days.

It was Saturday night which often meant snuggling up and watching movies all night, it was a bit of a ritual but by now I was too busy checking everything with Mason by text paying no attention to the movie, of course I make sure to hide the messages from Hakim.

《 don't you like the movie?》 he asks when he noticed that my eyes hadn't landed on the flat screen, I turn back to him with a reassuring smile a little forced before saying.

《Yes, I was talking to my sister, she argued with her man again》I hated lying to her but I had no choice.

He looked like he didn't totally believe me, but he had to live with it, I couldn't risk wasting a week's work 7 days before D-Day, after a few minutes of pretending to be interested in the film while thinking about the preparation down to the smallest detail, it's the first birthday that I'm preparing for him so I wanted to be sure that he will be unforgettable.

Hz pov

She was acting weird, admittedly we had only been married for a year now but that prevented me from knowing her perfectly, I could read her like an open book and sometimes better, so I was in the best position to say that she obviously hides something which hurt quite badly since we had promised to always tell each other the truth and this no matter the circumstances.

I was trying not to think about it too much, she would tell me when she was ready, which I was hoping to be soon. Sunday had passed which meant another week of waking up early to train for a club that unfortunately I couldn't leave during the last transfer window, not that we were missing Vime, on the contrary I was waiting for the Looking forward to the next transfer window, I could go to any other club, so I was not at Chelsea.

I had already finished getting ready while she showered the connection she was going to stay for quite a while I was about to leave when I heard a family ringtone it was hers I'm watching his phone on the bed, the sound of running water was still heard which meant she hadn't heard it I decide to watch he was just calling out of curiosity "Mase💙🏴󐁧󐁢󐁥󐁮 󐁧󐁿" I was in a good enough position to know that it was my sounds of Mao you, I mean, there are not a million people who we know in the name start like this and who have English in more than that it didn't bother me that my wife is the number of one of my closest friends what bothered me was more about the heart next to it he didn't know each other enough for nicknames and calls as soon as awakening. While I was deep in thought another noise was heard, this time it was a notification.

- I won't go to training today, when he comes out call me to talk about everything-

I felt my blood boil at the thought going through my head, it couldn't be true, he would never do that to me? I couldn't think straight anymore, it was as if time had stopped at this improbable thought, so much so that I hadn't noticed that the sound of the water had stopped and the door to the room bathroom was open.

《 are you still there?》 Another day hearing his voice would have calmed me down but now it only made me even angrier than I already am.

《 what is that?》 I asked adding the phone in front of his eyes.

《My...My phone, why do you have it anyway?》

《 don't play innocent with me! How long has this been going on huh?》 I definitely had more patience, I just wanted to get this thing over with ASAP.

《What are you talking about?》 Ask such, she's nervous it was obvious, which only confirmed my theory.

《 of all the people in the world, I never imagined that it would be you who would disappoint me the most, I really thought that you loved me, but you went to cheat on me with another, and not just any person, but with my best friend.》 After saying that I leave the house slamming the door.

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All for this time, I will start writing part 2 soon. patience.

thank you for reading and see you soon for a new chapter.

Kisses 😊

#football player #imagine #football #football love #football one shot #hakim ziyech #hakim ziyech imagine #hakim ziyech × you #équipe maroc #mason mount #jealousy #hakim ziyech angst

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mostlydaydreaming · 7 months

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Warning! GK Cover Girl rant!!!😤

I saw a great interview with a Rita Hayworth biographer but I have to disagree on one point. When many people watch Cover Girl (1944), they don’t like the Danny McGuire (Gene Kelly) character. They think he’s resentful, jealous, and breaks up with her over her success. I saw this stance, even before I watched it, but I just don’t see it. I think rich guy, Mr Coudair, pushed them apart and not Danny at all. Coudair was the one who didn’t think she could have Danny & fame too.

Now why he thought this, and why this was so important to him, I don’t know. Ok, he wanted the granddaughter of his old flame to find success. But she also had to marry a rich man like him? He wanted to live vicariously thru a younger rich guy, I guess? Weird.

Coudair had the idea that if Rusty went to Broadway, she needed to be with a rich successful man like Wheaten. “Slumming it” with Danny in Brooklyn was unthinkable.

It was his plan to get her out alone with the producer by inviting her to a party that didn’t exist. Then he invited Danny to come pick her up, at the fake party, so he could tell him she was really out with Wheaten, who would give Rusty the life she wanted/deserved. And btw, Danny wasn’t good enough for her.

Danny still didn’t believe it. He was sure she was still happy, that they still loved each other, and that she would show up for their regular date night. He waited until 3am but she didn’t show. It left him conflicted, he “battled” with himself on the way home.

This pushed the narrative that she might actually want more of what Wheaton had to offer.

It didn’t help that she came in the next day, late for work, raving about what an amazing time she had. It kind of cemented his decision to push her away. Seriously, look at his response👇🥺

I don’t know why so many people seem to think, in that scene, he was genuinely mad about her success. I thought it was obvious he was pushing her away because he thought Coudair was right, he was standing in the way of her happiness and success.

He loved he so much he was letting her go, even if it meant tearing out his own heart. As Genius said, “why don’t you try cutting off your arms and legs.”

When “Genius” (Phil Silvers) tore up her letter, he got mad and said she has a right to make decisions for her own life.

On the quiet first day after her cover came out, he shared his honest feelings about the potential loss of their old lives together.

“If I say I’m happy nothing came of it I’m a heel. If I say I’m sad nothing came of it I’m a lier. Where do we go from here?” He was just being honest.

Men & women still have to make decisions like this everyday. Do I take this high paying job where I’m never home or do I take this lower paying job so I can spend more time with my family? Gene went thru this himself after his wife died and he turned down multiple jobs so he could focus on being a single father.

People seem to want to turn this into a women’s lib or “me too” thing and it isn’t. Danny never said it’s me or success. Coudair actually convinced him that if she chose to stay with Danny, he would be holding her back.

So he let her go. It was actually a heartbreaking decision for him that’s why he couldn’t go on with his business and left.

And while I’m thinking about it, what about Wheaton? People didn’t see how “cringy” (hate that word) he was, leaning over her and hitting on her, right in front of her boyfriend? He seems to get a free pass.

Yeah he was offering her a job on Broadway but it was pretty obvious he had more on his mind. But she couldn’t keep working under him after she turned him down right? Wayyy too awkward. Was that really going to be the better choice for her life?

Never see these people mention that, just that selfish Danny took her away her chance.

#gene kelly #cover girl #a mild rant maybe only 1 or two people would even be interested in…#but I figured if I had to rant about it this was the place :)#I know it’s a lightweight musical from the 1940s but I get tired of people calling his character a jerk #I’m not from that era either but a person’s intentions should be put in context #not every man from that era was trying to hold women back

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beerecordings · 1 year

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have you ever made like. a mbc summary? if not could you? i wasn’t around when the blog was going through it’s main story and there’s just soo much content😭which is a compliment! but i can never seem to find the time to just sit and read. i love it all so far! hope you’re having fun with the event! (btw if you don’t wanna make a summery ofc you don’t have to💖)

oh gosh, yes, I think I've had summaries for every chapter. but now it's hard to find them because tumblr, sigh.

I am having fun with the event! thanks. there's no pressure to read the whole of MBC, I know it's long af and it was definitely made to be read in-time whenever possible.

okay, I can make a full summary! I like to talk about it anyway and I'm glad you're a fan. it will be good to have one available. but I'm going to do this off the top of my head, okay? and it's more than a million words of content, so....

Chapter One

Anti lives in a house with Dapper, Red, and Dok and Trickshot, the twins. One day he brings someone home, battered and unwilling, someone he calls Blue. He says that Blue will be Red's twin like Dok and Trickshot are twins. Twins help each other make good choices - like obeying Anti.

Dapper is Anti's twin in a sense, but he's also never his equal. He lives in the attic and isn't allowed to see his siblings. Dapper's mind is scrambled some days, making him talk about things that have already happened, but on other days, he's completely aware that he is a brainwashed prisoner who can't escape. He's Anti's favorite.

Anti begins brainwashing Marvin too. He uses physical force, but mostly he relies on his powers of hypnotism and memory erasure. He starts to tear away everything that makes Marvin himself, and turn him into Blue.

Marvin is a magician with control over plant life and fire. JJ has time powers, but he can't use them without Anti noticing, because his eyes glow silver after he reverses time, and his magic has a strong, distinctive smell, like blood and old books. During a psychotic episode, JJ once "snapped" and placed them all in a timeline where Jack does not know who the egos are. Anti is not aware of this, but JJ tells the audience eventually. This means that in the canon of MBC, Jack does not have egos on his channel and would not know what their names meant if you said them to him. Dapper removed them all from Jack's timeline to protect Jack from Anti.

Trickshot is the guard for the family, usually armed with fancy guns Anti gets him, and Dok is, of course, the healer. They do not trust Red because he has forced them into compliance before, and Dapper is Anti's pet - they only trust each other. Dok occasionally goes into fugues where he dissociates for days at a time or lashes out at people around him, and Trick continues to struggle with depression and memories of a pair of children he can no longer recall the names of.

Anti is extremely controlling and commanding. Everyone in the house obeys him or is punished. He enlists Red to help keep the others in line. Red is sometimes allowed to manage food and money and supplies, but he's also required to force the others to behave, no matter what he has to do. He rationalizes this by saying that it's better for him to punish the others than for Anti to do so.

At the end of the chapter, Marvin is able to find a moment of clarity and escape the house, but he can't get away with the others. Anti chases him down to the beach. Marvin has the opportunity to escape, but he feels intense guilt over leaving the others behind. Anti tells him that if he stays, Anti will allow Blue to be a caretaker for the others. He promises he will wash away all of Marvin's memories and make Blue forget he was ever anything other than his loyal brother. Marvin finally agrees to become Blue to stay with his brothers and try to protect them, and maybe one day escape.

Chapter Two

Anti has lived in different countries with the brothers as he has hidden from authority figures and captured the others one by one. Now, he takes them to Peru, where he begins pursuing a strange book and talking about hiding Blue's magic. Blue is not allowed to cast magic here, which hurts his hands and makes him more and more unwell as the chapter progresses.

At the beginning of the chapter, Trick is separated from Dok and placed with Dapper instead because Trick attempted suicide and Anti blames Dok for not watching him closely enough. Trick is miserable away from his twin, and they're only reunited when they prove they can behave again. Dapper starts acting out too, rebelling and refusing to do what he's told, and Anti punishes him severely.

One day a group of beings with magical powers start following Red and the others home from the market. They're barely able to get away from the magicians, who believe that Red, Blue, Trick, and Dok are being held prisoner by a demon, either Anti or Dapper. These magicians turn out to be part of the Peruvian Magical Society. They call themselves Ravens.

Anti kidnaps a Raven named Genesis to punish the society for coming after him. He also sends Red out to kill a Raven and steal an ancient magical book from him.

Things become really dark after Red is forced to kill the Raven. He's morbidly depressed and abusing the others to keep them in line. Meanwhile Blue is at his breaking point with his magic building up and burning him from the inside. The others just try to make themselves scarce. Blue eventually has an explosion of magic which covers the barren Peruvian mountain where they've been hiding in the slums with plant life and vegetation. Anti knows this will draw the Ravens right to them, so he packs everyone up and starts driving them up towards the equator.

The equator is a powerful source of magic in this universe. While there, Anti begins a spell that will permanently steal Blue's magic and give it to Anti instead, not only making him more powerful, but also cloaking Blue's magical signature so other magicians stop coming after them. The Ravens and their neighboring magical societies converge on Anti as he's performing this spell, however, and it forces everyone to scatter. A forest fire starts and they can't get back to each other. Red and Dapper are forced to flee together, while Dok is restrained by the magicians. Anti is able to complete his spell, but it very nearly kills Blue, and leaves Anti overwhelmed by magical power. If it weren't for one of the Ravens, Hermann, Blue would have died. Anti, Trick, and Blue escape together.

Trick is also given a gold cat named Pot Noodle in this chapter. Anti seemed to think it would improve his depression. It's unexpected, however, because Anti hates animals and sometimes seems to be frightened of them. He is a shape-shifter and sometimes makes allusions to how terrible it would be to be trapped in the body of an animal forever.

Chapter Three

In this chapter, everyone is separated. Anti, Trick, and Blue have gone to Singapore, where Blue is hospitalized following the spell Anti cast on him. His magic is gone and his hair has turned silver, but he's also extremely sick and remarks on how ugly he looks and how miserable he feels. Trick does his best to take care of him, while also developing a crush on a girl at a hawker stand.

During this time, Anti is missing Dapper and starts treating Trick like his favorite pet instead. Trick has always craved Anti's attention and is really pleased about this. He isn't able to understand that Anti is the one who hurt Blue, but Blue does, and he hates Anti for it. Marvin starts regaining some clarity, but Trick is being further taken in by Anti's tricks and thinks that everything will be fine as soon as they are all back together again. Anti even abuses Trick for bringing his crush around one day, and then makes Trick forget that Anti hurt him. Blue feels completely helpless.

Enraged that the magicians in South America foiled his plans and took the others from him, Anti attacks the magical society of Singapore, the Sunbirds, and lays waste to their members, allowing the viewers to come along so they don't get any bright ideas about reaching out to magicians again. However, he has missed the Sunbird Prince, Caleb, who was innocently away at university when Anti attacked. When Caleb comes back, he tracks Anti down at the house and attacks him. Because Caleb has magical powers of electricity, he's actually a match for Anti, and it starts to seem like he's going to win. However, Anti is able to get away at the last minute and sets the house on fire.

After this event, the idea that Anti can't be killed except through Jack's storyline begins to come together, to be clarified later.

Meanwhile, Red and Dapper have fled to Colombia and are having an extremely difficult time. Dapper does not have his medication and is having psychotic episodes, including delusions, hallucinations, and catatonia. Red is desperate to find Anti again, but they are broke and hungry and homeless, and he is struggling to remember how to manage Dapper kindly. He has learned for a long time that he's supposed to use abuse and threats to keep his siblings from causing trouble, and he can be forceful and demanding with Dapper at the beginning of this chapter. He's in the middle of trying to steal medication for Dapper when someone finds him.

Red has no memory of his life before Anti took him over, but somehow the face of the man who finds him is still familiar. Red has learned to be extremely paranoid of anyone outside his family, but this man is kind to him and calls him "Jackie," a name he hasn't heard in a long time. Gradually, Red starts to allow the stranger to help him, buying things for him and Dapper and letting him talk to them. He introduces himself as Max, an old friend from Brighton who has been looking for Jackie and the others for years. Max seems to know Jackie really well and to be fond of him, as well as promising to help protect Dapper, and Red starts to let his guard down around him. He thinks of Max as a tiger because he has brown-gold eyes and mannerisms that remind Red of one. One night, they lie down together and listen to music on the bed. Red presses Max to be honest about their relationship and Max admits that he and Jackie were in love back before Anti took him away. Anti had killed most of their friends back home, but Max was away on an undercover assignment as a detective, so Anti was never able to locate and kill him. Max came home from his undercover assignment to find that Jackie and all his siblings were completely gone, their home burned down and many of their friends killed. He began searching desperately for Jackie. He tells Red he still loves him and that he wants Red to come home with him.

During this time, Red is able to recognize how poorly Anti treats him because Max treats him so kindly. Red does want to go with Max, but he's scared of what Anti will do to the others without him.

Back in Peru, Dok is being held by the Raven magicians. He's furious at first and demands to be sent back to Anti and his brothers, but the Ravens won't let him go. They help take care of Dok and become friends with him. Over the whole of this chapter, Dok gradually comes to terms with the abuse he's been through. He recognizes that he wants to be free of Anti and that Anti is using magic to force them all to stay with him. He begins to go by Henrik again and makes plans to try and free his siblings. To help, the Ravens give him three magic talismans, which he can wear around his neck and snap off when he needs the magic. Anti will not be able to remove these because they will release the magic if he does anything to try and yank them off. Three different magicians all give Henrik some of their power to borrow. One is for simple protection, to prevent Anti from hypnotizing him or getting in his head again. The second will briefly turn someone into an animal, but the magician could not predict what animal it would be. And the third was from the Raven Queen, Emmanuela, who has power over light. She tells Henrik to use this talisman or give it to one of his brothers the day he is ready to watch Anti die.

Red, Dapper, and Max make their way back to Peru, and Henrik sets off to meet them, hoping to get away with them before Anti finds them. Anti, however, has finally stabilized. After weeks of his body adapting to the magic he stole from Blue, he realizes that if he just possesses Blue, he will be able to control both their magics, and he returns to Peru to get what's his. Anti regathers Dapper and Henrik, furious to find Dapper more distant than ever and Henrik empowered by magicians, but Red is able to sneak away with Max. When Anti realizes that Max is here, he rages that he meant to kill Jackie's fiance years ago. Red does not know that Max was engaged to him once.

Max begs Red to come home with him and not go back to Anti, telling him they could take care of each other, prepare, and go save the others when they're ready. But Red isn't ready to leave. He knocks Max unconscious to keep him safe from Anti, and returns to Anti willingly, on one condition: he'll come back to Anti peacefully if Anti agrees not to erase the memory of Max from his head. Anti begrudgingly agrees.

Dapper is overwhelmed at this point, consumed by his despair and in the middle of an intense psychotic episode. He slips away from Anti during the commotion and finds a cliff he can jump off to end his life. Anti, Trick, Henrik, Red, and Blue all have to get along long enough to help pull him back up before he can let himself fall. Everyone comforts Dapper and each other.

Anti sees some of reality at that point. He understands that he can't just keep re-hypnotizing and then losing and then re-hypnotizing all over again. He acknowledges that five other people is almost too many for him to control at once, and speculates that Jack made five just so that there would always be too many for him to control.

Henrik and Blue are able to whisper to each other enough to recognize that they both want to be free of Anti, promising to be on the same side and fight him together. Henrik's talisman of protection will only last a little more than a month, so they have to escape before Anti is able to get inside his head again. Red also begins to look for a way out, while Anti re-tightens his control over Trick and Dapper. He's grown attached to Trick's loyalty and he refuses to lose Dapper, because Dapper's power to reverse time makes him feel immortal, and he's terrified to die.

At the end of this chapter, it's clear that there will only be one more attempt at making this work before Anti decides to do something different, or the brothers get away for good.

Chapter Four

After everything that happened in the last chapter, Anti is finally willing to get help. He alludes to an old friend he is going to go reconnect with, and he takes the brothers to the nicest place they've ever stayed, a far cry from the slums and abandoned houses they've lived in before. Anti forces Dapper to kill a wealthy recluse and they take over a veritable mansion in the California forest.

Anti is still treating Trick like his special favorite, but he begins to be extremely harsh with both Henrik and Blue, sensing their disloyalty. Sometimes, Dapper is forced to reverse time to prevent them from being punished by Anti, and then Dapper is punished instead, for using his time magic without permission. Meanwhile, Red is miserable and lost in thoughts of Max, often spacing out while thinking about him.

One night, a strange figure comes to the edge of their territory, which Red knows he is not allowed to leave, looking like Max and beckoning for Red. Red nearly goes to him, but he realizes last minute that it's a trap. The figure shape-shifts and reveals themself to be Dark, the old friend Anti has come to find. Dark expresses an interest in Dapper's magical powers and threatens to abduct any of the brothers who leave the house and cross into their territory. The others are scared, but Anti's delighted: he insists this is the sort of game he and Dark always used to play. Anti alludes to himself and Dark having a romantic but dangerous relationship, where toying with the lives of others was par for the course.

Dapper's furious with Anti for bringing him back to Dark. Dark, Dapper explains to the audience, has powers over emotions and the heart, where Anti has powers over thoughts and the mind. Together, they were able to control Dapper completely and made him devoted to Anti in heart and mind. It took him years to recover in any way, and he's terrified of Anti using Dark to do the same to the others. Worse, however, Dapper realizes that Anti is mistaken: Dark is not playing games because they do not remember who Anti is. When Dapper snapped the timeline and removed them all from Jack's timeline, he also removed them all from Mark's timeline, and in doing so, damaged the memory of Mark's egos. Dark has no idea who Anti is, while Anti thinks they're playing and that Dark won't really hurt them. Dapper tries to finally come clean about what he did, but Anti doesn't believe him and thinks he's delusional. The idea that Jack would not even know who Anti is is completely incomprehensible to him. He's shaped his whole life around vengeance on Jack, did all of this to hurt him and make himself feel safe from him. Anti dismisses Dapper's concerns.

In the fancy house, the bathroom is full of soaps and nice-smelling things, a small detail that becomes crucial when Dapper realizes that he can hide the scent of his time travel magic when he's in the bathroom. Eventually, he is able to secretly go back in time with Red and talk with Jack himself, in the original timeline where Jack knows who they are. Red is angry at Jack for what he has allowed to happen. Jack insists that he made them all for happy endings, and that, while he can't control what Anti does, he knows it is possible to kill him. In fact, Jack reveals to Red and the audience that the only way for Anti to die is to be killed by one of his brothers, on camera for the audience to see. Because Anti was created within Jack's timeline and through the power of Jack's audience, Anti has to go the same way. He has to be killed by another character in his story, and the audience must believe it. Red is still scared to kill Anti and wonders if that's too extreme.

Meanwhile, Henrik begins trying to approach the topic of escape with his twin, but Trick won't hear of it and insists that Henrik was brainwashed by the magicians. Henrik assumes Trick does not know how badly Anti is hurting him, but one day, Henrik realizes that Trick does know, and just believes that Anti has to be occasionally cruel to make things right again. This drives a huge gap between them. Henrik begs Trick to see reason, but Trick is being hypnotized by Anti almost every night.

Between the frequent possession Anti is putting him through and his continuing illness from the loss of his magic, Blue is beginning to get really sick again. Eventually, it becomes so bad that Red resolves to take him to the hospital, even if they have to run away to do it. Henrik is being so severely hurt by Anti that he runs away with them. Once they're on the path, however, Dark senses that Anti's defenses are down, and they send Shepherd, Google, and Wilford to get Dapper for him. Dapper is abducted and Anti is shocked and hurt by Dark's actions. With only Trick left, Anti feels desperately alone.

At the houses of Mark's egos, Dapper is treated kindly by Shep and Ippy, but he is scared of Dark, who tries to convince him to let them use his time powers. The suggestion in the story is that Dark is interested in returning in time to change the events of their own story, like Damien and Celine being killed and taken by the house spirit. Dapper refuses.

The time in the hospital allows Red to become more clear-headed than before, and gives him time to conspire with Blue and Henrik. They decide to come back to the mansion and start fighting against Anti however they have to. When they return and find Dapper gone, Anti convinces them to help him get Dapper back from Dark, and they set off together. The brothers help get Dapper out of the house while Anti confronts Dark, raging at them and attacking them while once again possessing Blue's body. Anti's out-of-control power begins another fire, threatening everyone involved. Henrik decides this is the time to use his fighting talisman: he gives it to Red, who immediately gains the power of light. He drives back both Anti and Dark, forcing Anti to stop possessing Blue, and sends Anti home, licking his wounds. This exhausts Red, and he and Blue end up staying at the houses with Dark and the others while Red recovers.

But Anti has been able to bring Trick, Dapper, and Henrik home with him again, and he's furious. He starts to tell the audience that Dapper and Trick are the only two brothers worth anything, wondering aloud if he should even keep the others. He locks Henrik into a room and begins torturing him, and then starts telling Trick and Dapper that he's going to take just the two of them away with him next time, and make them forget that Dok, Red, and Blue ever existed.

Blue and Red rally as Anti begins erasing Trick's memory, causing him to become extremely confused and torn between perfectly happy and absolutely distressed. Dapper is struggling with despair again and doesn't know if there's a point to fighting.

Anti finally realizes that Dapper was telling the truth about Jack not remembering him after he realizes that Dark truly does not remember him either. This is a final breaking point for him.

Anti leaves Henrik out on the porch of the house, tied up in barbed wire, as bait for Red and Blue. The viewers rouse Dapper and Trick to action and Trick runs down to his brother while Anti is fighting with Red and Blue. Trick uses Henrik's other talisman to get him out of the barbed wire by turning Henrik into an animal: a white rat, as it turns out, which he hides in his pocket.

Red and Blue begin to gain ground in their fight with Anti. When Dapper and Trick come to their aid and Henrik disappears from the porch, Anti goes into a wild rage. He summons his power and forces everyone to confront the worst versions of themselves. All of them have to come face to face with their past abuses, failures, despairs, and mistakes, and they all have to push through it and insist on fighting for a better future anyone. Jackie defeats the abusive Red who hurt his brothers while JJ forgives the hopeless Dapper who stopped fighting back. This leaves Anti extremely weak, collapsed on the forest floor. As they gather around him, he begins begging for his life. He's scared to die. He's always been scared to die.

One by one, Chase, Jackie, and JJ realize that no matter what he's done, they don't have it in them to kill Anti. That's when Blue stabs him in the heart, and kills him permanently, in view of the audience.

They go back inside. They look after each other.

Chapter Five

After Anti dies, Jackie burns his body and organizes his siblings to get back to Ireland. Actually, he first wants to get back to England, but JJ has to reverse time after they attempt to go there because the magicians in the country were hostile to him and Marvin as unregistered magic-users.

They find their way to Ireland and are homeless for a while, living mostly in an abandoned house or sometimes an old bus. After JJ's psychotic episodes become unmanageable, they are forced to seek real help. JJ is in a psychiatric facility for several days, where he struggles with the containment but benefits from actual psych care and regular meds for the first time in years. Social workers and doctors at the hospital help all of them find an apartment to share. Jackie starts working in AV for a theater, Marvin works as a librarian, and Chase sells Marvin's roses in the street whenever he can.

Throughout most of the chapter, Henrik is in a shut-down, numb silence, pretty unaware of what is going on around him - his brain's best defense as he tries to process the torture Anti put him through at the end of Chapter 4. When they eventually settle into a feeling of safety, he comes back to himself slowly.

Marvin has a hard time after killing Anti: he feels that his brothers had abandoned him, in a way, by leaving him to kill Anti himself, but at the same time, he insists on being called Blue for most of the chapter, harboring a lot of anger at the original Marvin for failing to save himself or the others. Marvin begins lashing out at the others, even putting his hands on JJ at one point, until he decides he can't be around them anymore. He leaves for a while, which is hard on them, but in that time, he finds the Lapwings, the magicians of Ireland, who know him as the magician who used to be their leader. Marvin gradually re-discovers himself and makes peace between the Marvin and Blue parts of himself. He becomes the leader of the Lapwings again.

Chase is able to make contact with Stacy, who had fled with them when Anti started coming after all of them. Marvin and Chase had helped her find a safe place to hide with the kids in Sweden, but Marvin's mirror portals allow her and Chase to travel between Sweden and Ireland so he can reconnect with the kids. Izzy has developed magical abilities of her own because of the trauma of the night they ran away from Anti and he came after them. She's now able to glitch the way he did, but it's more under control now that her life has stabilized and her dad is back. Hunter is also doing well. At the very end of the chapter, Chase tells Stacy he still wants to be with her. She turns him down, but gently, and they're finally able to understand exactly where the other lies and to become parenting partners again while also moving on romantically.

Henrik and Chase also settle their own relationship, acknowledging that they are co-dependent and resolving to do better while still supporting each other. Henrik is having difficulty becoming a doctor again because he's developed triggers related to blood and injuries, and he admits that he may not be able to work again. Chase talks about wanting to become a nurse because of the things Henrik taught him.

JJ deals with some grief over Anti's death in a different way than the others, still seeing Anti as his brother, but learning to acknowledge all the ways he hurt him. He starts going to a support group for the Deaf community, begins going to his church again, and is preparing himself to start working soon.

For most of the chapter, Jackie buries his own needs and focuses instead on everybody else and on making sure they are cared for financially. But on his own, his mind constantly wanders to Max. He would have reached out sooner, but he is guilty over the way he abandoned Max in Peru and scared of being rejected by him. With some help, he is finally able to call Max and let him know he is free of Anti. Max doesn't believe it, but he comes when Jackie calls anyway. Max is still traumatized by the last time he was left, and he tells Jackie that he needs Jackie to prioritize him for once if he wants to be with him. Jackie struggles with the idea of putting anyone in front of his siblings, but he is finally able to pursue Max whole-heartedly and agree to spend time away from the others.

Meanwhile, they find the house they used to live in before Anti came, a house in a mirror dimension Marvin made. Anti burned most of it, but there is enough for them to repair, and they find cats living in the forest, which they name Peanuts and Jam.

The chapter ends with JJ looking around at his much happier siblings and going back to visit some of the miserable moments in their life, thinking about how things will turn out okay after all. He has the option to spend a little more time with Anti, but chooses to let him go, and he no longer visits Anti through time travel. They're all learning to live in the present.

The end!

oh fuck that was long

#suicide tw #abuse tw #my brothers corrupted

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kat8porgs · 11 months

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Sexy Chess

Did a brief thread on twitter yesterday. So here goes. Sexy Chess, KinnPorsche the Series, trying to be as horny on possible.

Public sex, free use, incest consent is dubious as all hell.

I did in fact go to twitter and get Worse btw.

Vegas never brought his own bodyguards for the game of human chess. Gun always had, he had always insisted on it, and Kinn could remember watching Uncle Gun's men bend over his father's bodyguards just as often as they were fucked themselves. His earliest memory of inappropriate arousal during one of the public chess matches involved Chan sucking off one the minor family's head guard.

Gun had never been on the board and neither had Korn, but Kinn felt that placing himself in the role of the King was a sign of respect for the bodyguards who played alongside him. Once his father had made the choice to step away from the business the games of chess were Kinn and Gun for a few years and then, Kinn and Vegas.

Vegas put himself on the board as well, taking a stance across from Kinn in the position of King. But he never brought his own men. Perhaps he found it humiliating to be fucked in front of them when he lost. Or maybe it was an aesthetic choice. Kinn's bodyguards were prettier.

"If I have to play on your board, I'll play with your toys as well." Vegas had sneered the first time he'd shown up, empty-handed and ready to strip down.

Big was Kinn's bishop for the match, the sling on his arm the only clothing afforded to him. Human chess was played in the nude, there wasn't time to strip down with every loss. It would have been an irritating loss of time. Porsche was playing the role of one of Kinn's knights, shifting as nervously as the horse he was replacing.

Across the board, Pete stood with a tight smile at Vegas' side, playing the role of his queen. Ken had started off the game as one of the rooks, brows twitching defiantly every time Vegas had ordered him to move. But he had been cleared off the board two moves ago and now lay limp, pliant, and fucked out with the rest of the captured pieces.

"Looks like I've captured your last bishop, Kinn." Vegas smirked at Kinn across the board as Pol put Big on his knees. "What do you think, my queen," Vegas turned to Pete with an insincere smile, "should we have our knight use lube?"

Every time Vegas sent Pete out he brought him back, forcing the nervously smiling man to stay close, a protective barrier that kept Vegas out of check. He'd also been asking him this question every time. Lube, a condom, should they bother to stretch, do you think oral sex is fine, Arm has such a pretty face it'd be a shame not to come on it, and on and on, Pete growing more and more nervous with each question. His dick had gotten harder and harder though, something that was impossible to miss without clothing in the way.

It was a pretty dick.

"One of the lubed condoms?" Pete's gaze darted to Big and Pol and back to Vegas. Never to Kinn. Vegas had sacrificed his own pieces before for looking at Kinn when they were meant to be responding to him.

He was petty like that. Vindictive and cruel. Kinn wasn't sure if he'd take as much pleasure out of winning as he did out of watching Kinn's guards fuck each other because of his loss. Vegas had never won.

"Are you ever going to play me?" Kim grumbled. He'd been stuck standing by Kinn's side the entire game. Kinn hadn't even wanted to have his brother involved but Korn had called Kim for a visit the same time Vegas had shown up for Chess. Which meant, Kim was on the field as Kinn's queen, insisted upon by Vegas.

"I'll play you when the time is right." Kinn muttered.

Pol rolled a condom the same size as Kinn's over his hard cock and carefully, so carefully, thrust into Big. Big let out a whine, a gasp, struggling minutely against Pol's hold.

"You should fuck him harder." Vegas commanded once Pol was fully seated, hips flush against Big's plush ass.

The sound of fucking, the clap of Big's cheeks, the slap of Pol's hips, the breathy gasps that escaped Big's iron control and the soft groans that dripped from Pol's reddened mouth were impossible to ignore. Still, Kinn studied the field even as Big turned his face away, as his cock grew hard and he came into Pol's loose grip.

Porsche watched the interaction with a flush on his cheeks and arousal in his eyes. He hadn't captured any pieces yet, and obviously had not been captured. Kinn wasn't sure how it would play out. This was his first time placing Porsche on the field. Kinn wasn't sure if Porsche would balk when the time came, stepping out of his space and making the wrong move. Vegas would force Porsche and Kinn both to follow through on it. Gun and Korn might have ignored the gaffe but to Vegas, Kinn losing control of his pieces was an exploitable weakness.

Kinn sent Porsche away from Pol and Big's space after Big came, after Pol had looked over his shoulder at Vegas to ask if he could come. Vegas had shaken his head, denying Pol the chance to orgasm just as he had denied all of his pieces that chance. It didn't matter once they were captured but Vegas seemed to enjoy the way Kinn's bodyguards squirmed as they were left on the field, hard and unfulfilled.

Porsche wrapped a careful arm around Pete's waist when he captured him.

Kinn wasn't cruel, he wasn't Vegas. He made sure lube and condoms were available to his pieces and he made a blanket statement at the start of the game they were to use what made them comfortable. Apparently, a lot of lube made Porsche comfortable. Perhaps he wasn't used to the dryness of an asshole, too used to fucking women dripping with want for him. Pete was sloppy with lube, his legs gone weak and useless by the time Porsche thought he was stretched enough to take his dick.

Maybe it was the attention Porsche payed to Pete that distracted Vegas, maybe it was something else. Maybe it was just Pete's tight wail when Porsche finally thrust inside, Pete clutched tight against him, Porsche's mouth against Pete's ear no doubt whispering filth.

Vegas stepped out of the square he'd been in and went white, obviously not having meant to do it.

Beside Kinn, Kim's shoulders went taut.

There were other ways to play it. Other pieces. Kinn could wait for Porsche to finish with Pete. But it would take a few moves to catch Vegas that way. He could order Chan to take Vegas, but that would still take time.

Or he could end the match now.

With a sigh, he placed a hand on Kim's back and pushed him forward. Kim slid into place, his back to Kinn, his gaze on Vegas.

"Checkmate."

#kinnporsche fic

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but-a-humble-selfshipper · 10 months

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Wrote a huge post about L.L. and snowgrave but fucking lost it 😭😭 anyway let me try again.

Where do I fucking start anymore. God. Wicked.

Okay first I'll start by bringing up again L.L. would not interfere at ALL in this route

Themathically works as a reinforcement of Your Choices Don't Matter tbh

But it's also a matter of like... They count on Kris calling them to jump to action. In a normal route they only stop when Spamton by own volition bc Huge Moment for them, but now that is gone

Not to mention ever since the start the legend spoke of 3 heroes so they're just tagging along to kill time

Speaking of Spamton: their relationship would be quite different honestly

Not immensely different, they're still Spamton and L.L., but Spammy is way meaner and more focused on his goals here

I don't think he'd be mean to L.L. tho but I think well... They'd be one of their goals, y'know? Feel like he'd be a tad bit possessive

But L.L. wouldn't mind just tagging along trying to turn blind eye to whatever fucked up shit was happening

Feeling the hairs on their neck raise as they step into the castle thinking Hey What About Queen? seeing shit go down but... Refusing to do anything, because they don't want to steal the spotlight from the heroes

We spoke about reinforced thematics then that doubles down with the way the lightners undermine the lives of the darkners LOL

Btw Spamton would definitely mention to them like ... Sort of imply Kris and Noelle are out killing but L.L. would choose not to understand Spammy's cryptic language bc lol No Way Kris would do dat . . .

Obviously the Cope would become less and less useful as time went by tho

Starting by Berdly not waking up but then when they go back to castle town where they'd be unable to ignore the Rotten Ass vibe... Place so cold, everyone is gone...

Hell, even the situation with Spamton... Because he dies but L.L. wouldn't have been present during that fight so they'd have to like... Believe he's ok.

Despite knowing he's not. But they didn't want to believe Kris killed him. Bc they knew what the fountain meant to him and they knew what Kris had to do so there was only one way out but they didn't want to believe it

They might've even asked Kris about it like Haha Kris have you seen that puppet? With the long nose? <:] <- they wouldn't know the two met

Returning to their normal life after that tho... It'd be hard.

Seam would probably see the distress growing on their face along with the rotten vibe and be like Hey are you ok? and L.L. would be just like. Losing it.

Just overwhelmed so they'll ignore it 👍

Leaving them on a spot where they can't stay nor leave the DW bc either will place will give them anxiety like Ghhrhthgrg.

Honestly can't wait to see how the future chapters develop and how they go about Snowgrave tbh tbh...

#💟.txt #info tag #*lil luly #*spamton #*kris

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sleepymarmot · 2 years

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Obi-Wan Kenobi, episode 6

This is just an anime battle. Obi-Wan remembers the people he wants to protect and levels up in an instant. Very weird to see in an American show from an American franchise.

Alright, when Anakin’s voice said “Anakin’s gone” I got chills. Wise of the show to remind us what his voice sounds like so that this moment would be unmissable.

Obi-Wan king of making the same mistake twice. His presence reduces Darth Vader to a lonely kid again and he just. Takes the words Anakin uses to lash out completely at face value. Like. I can’t believe all of these gifsets showed “I did” and left out “The same way, I will destroy you!” which, along with the tone of his voice, really clarifies the intent. This is the last scrape of agency he has. He needs to believe he did this to himself, he chose this, he wasn’t just a pawn who lost everything for nothing. And Obi-Wan doesn’t fucking get it. Truly this is hopeless. It takes a Skywalker to know one. And now we’ll cut to Tatooine to see how the fuck the only person who can solve this survives to do so. Nice sequence, by the way. Show us how Obi-Wan fails and then remind us of the person who won’t. And by now I truly can’t tell if this scene is absolving Obi-Wan of his lie to Luke, or condemning him even further by giving him the opportunity to do what he demanded of Luke and fail to do that for the second time. There are two solutions to this problem. Try to save him or try to kill him. For the second time, Obi-Wan chooses inaction. (Good thing he is in Star Wars, not Mass Effect; making a similar choice by accident cost me the galaxy in that one.) Now he doesn’t have the excuse of shock or urgency; he’s had time to think and he chooses the same thing. Well, at least this time he only turns his back on the galaxy, not on his former friend burning alive. (Which the show did not address enough.)

(Btw, the lighting looks great, but I can’t say I’m excited if it is really supposed to color-code how we’re meant to judge the truthfulness and moral correctness of every line in this exchange.)

Why does Reva wants to kill Luke anyway? She knows he’s important but she doesn't know he's Anakin’s son, right?

This doesn’t make a lot of sense. She says she failed her classmates by not killing Luke like Anakin killed them... Then she is horrified by the idea she became like Anakin. Hold on, you just said that’s what you were trying to do! At least she made the big decision fully by herself instead of being convinced by the Light Side White Man. I still don’t get what she knows about the twins and how. Did she somehow deduce that both Leia and Luke were Anakin’s kids... right after Leia slipped away from her?

And of course episode 6 is built around the parallels with Episode VI. This show’s entire structure has been echoing the two trilogies, but here it is the most prominent. One half is about Anakin peeking out of Vader’s mask and Obi-Wan being put in a situation Luke will be in the future but retracing his own steps from the past. The other is a villain from the Dark Side, Anakin’s mirror, decides that Luke will not die today.

Vader: He will not evade me again. And then he did! For like nine more years.

“Perhaps your feelings for your old master have left you weakened.” The ship manifesto screenplay strikes again lmao.

Vader, half a minute after That Rant: “Kenobi means nothing”. I already had that post about Anakin and never not having a master in his life in my drafts waiting for a re-reblog, now I really need to bump it up. Like it’s not an accident that the same word was just used! Vader confirms his commitment to the new master over the old one; on the other side, Obi-Wan insists that both he and Reva are now “free” of their obsession with Vader. Well, that's one way to find closure, I guess. Or, to be more precise... Obi-Wan, who is on the Light Side, and Reva, who abandons the Dark Side, get their closure by letting go. Anakin, who stays on the Dark Side, cannot let go, but is forbidden to acting on it — instead of closure, he gets despair.

Good moms show support for their children’s aesthetics and hobbies, such as: armed resistance against the oppressive state!

Alright, I laughed out loud at Leia seeing the man who saved her life and focusing on her pet droid (who nearly got them all killed) first.

Ooooh here comes the shitty overly gendered line! Oh fuck they played one of the classic themes during it. How dare they manipulate my emotions with the music that I don’t even remember the origin of!

It’s a shame Luke doesn’t look like his adult self the way Leia does.

So no final shot of Reva?! *throws phone*

#star wars #kenobi series #blah blah blah

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kenjimc · 2 years

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' M Bored , And Your Work Is Actually Good , So ¬

REQUEST :

Bruno With A Very Scary Boyfriend , Who Only Ever Smiles At Him . And , Is Actually Genuinely Nice , And Caring To Him , Unlike How's He's To Others - Threats Fall On Peoples Heads Like Fuckin ' Rain - Oh , Someone Doesn't Like Bruno's Choice Of Clothes , And Decided To Express That ? Well , Good Luck Than -

Im glad you like my work 😩 ty for the request

Btw Srry for the wait

Warnings : bad boy reader ⛓🥶, wholesome Bruno, fluff, idk how to start fanfics, arguing

Bruno x M!Reader

When Bruno introduced you to the Madrigal family most of them were..confused? Like, Bruno was such a sweet, funny, lovable person and you were..not that. In fact everyone saw you as rude and they weren’t exactly happy that Bruno had brought you into the family at first. Julieta was one of the few people who wanted to give you a chance, after all Bruno just looked so happy when you two were together. She was concerned that this was how acted towards him though, so she pulled Bruno aside one day when you two were talking to each other. “Bruno, I don’t want this to come off as rude in any way but, are you sure this is who you want to be with?” Bruno looked hurt for a second, eyes looking down not knowing what he should say. “Why..What would make you think that I wouldn’t want to be with him?”

“I mean, I’m just saying I’m worried that he treats you the way he treats everyone else, hermano.”

“Oh, no, no, no! He’d never treat me that way!,” Bruno said, “I’m not exactly sure why he treats me differently than everyone else, but I know he’d never hurt me in any way.” Julieta sighed and smiled at Bruno, placing a hand on his, “Well, as long as he makes you happy, then I’m sure he’s right for you.”

———

It’s been a few weeks since Bruno had introduced you, and the family’s opinion of you hadn’t changed all that much, but they saw how you treat Bruno and they have accepted you as family. Although, Alma still thought you were a bad fit, and she decided to talk to you in the kitchen one day. “Y/n, I’m not exactly appreciative about how you treat everyone here,” you turned your head to look at her, “if you’re going to stay in this family then you’d better learn how to treat us like one.” You were silent for a moment, before you started to process what she’d said and started to get angry. “Like you know how to treat a family,” you mumbled under your breath loud enough for her to hear.

“Excuse me?” Alma questioned, anger in her voice. “Don’t you dare tell me how I should treat this family!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you had been treating Bruno like a family all these years!” You took a step closer to her, your voice getting more aggressive.

“I know how I’ve been but I’ve changed, I love Bruno and this family than you will ever know, so don’t you dare tell me how to treat him and this family!”

Before you said anything else you saw Bruno standing at the entrance of the kitchen, a hurt look on his face. Your eyes soften before he quickly walked away. You pushed your way passed Alma and followed Bruno, calling out to him. He made his way into his room as you shut the door behind you two. “Bruno, look, I’m sorry, I was just-“ Bruno cut you off, “You can’t just say stuff like that to my mother, y/n! Just because you are nice to me doesn’t justify you hurting everyone else!” You could see the sadness and anger in his eyes and you couldn’t help but feel hatred towards yourself for causing this. “I know I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking, I just got overwhelmed of the thought of losing you when Alma said something about how I am and..” the stress caused your eyes to tear up slightly, “I’m really sorry, Bruno. I never meant this to happen.”

You felt his hand on your cheek as you looked at him, seeing his own saddened eyes made you feel even worse. “All I’m asking is that you respect my family the way you respect me, okay? I understand that you’re not used to it but please just try for me, okay?” You covered his hand on your cheek with your own. You nodded and Bruno smiled slightly before bringing you into a hug.

———

The next day when you walked in the house, everyone saw you as a whole different person. You were smiling at them and helping everyone out. Although you did have your moments, everyone was so happy to see you like this, especially Bruno. All that was important was making him happy. While there was still a lot of improvements that could be fixed with you, Bruno still loves you dearly and couldn’t be happier with anyone else. <3

Sorry is was kinda sucky but 🦆

#writing #reader insert #encanto angst #encanto bruno #bruno x reader #bruno x male reader #encanto x male reader #encanto x y/n #encanto x you #bruno madrigal #fluff #angst #i suck at writing

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zv5x · 3 years

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Yandere pico x badass/reader during the shooting in school,

Y/n had shown cassandra that she was going to kill her to everything she did,

Pico had to ask y/n not to do anything against her because he is afraid of losing her

Y/n does not listen and injures himself during the shot but has just passed out

ah you to write the continuation :)

Part/?

Absolutely! I really like this prompt and I really hope I did a good job on this! So sorry for the wait and I truly hope you enjoy! Take care of yourself today! (Fnf tags are just for reach btw!!!I know this is Picos school tee-hee)

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Pico tried being nice. He really did. To all of them, he did. He tried giving them a speech about how society isn't as horrible and vile as they're saying it is to justify their actions. He tried giving them advice on how they can work to better themselves. But none of them would just open their ears and listen to him. Pico really was given absolutely no other choice. Assault rifle in hand, he sighed and tightened his grip on it.

"It doesn't matter anyway." He said, cutting himself short and shrugging as he finally completed his meant-to-redeem mini speech. "You have failed the test of life, and I will take you all on if I mus-"

Pico's final words were interpreted, as he along with the three goths below all turned to look behind Pico. And, panting heavily, there you stood. You had a gun as well, you must have picked it up from one of the shooters (even the gun was greatly inferior). "P-Pico, I'm-I'm here to help, I made it!"

It was almost comical, to the goths it was completely so. Pico could hear them giggling amongst themselves, with Cassandra without a doubt laughing the loudest. She knew how much Pico liked you, and she knew killing you would be the best way to get under his skin. She'd take great pleasure in absolutely obliterating not only you, but also that stupid little hero fantasy you always carried around with you.

Pico felt his blood run cold as he turned around to confirm the voice did in fact belong to you. Shaking his head and dropping his gun in shock, he grabbed you by the shoulders. "(Y/N), w-what the fuck are you doing?" His voice cracked, and he shook your body weakly. "I told you to stay in the janitor's closet!"

He couldn't believe it. Pico told you to stay where he put you. He said he'd come back for you. He told you to leave everything to him, that he swore he'd protect you. Now you're standing right in front of the danger like it's nothing. You can't handle it like he can. He's the one that should be protecting you, not the other way around. He was going to save the day, and then you'd finally trust yourself in his possession. You'd let yourself belong to him, you'd love him. But now he's going to be forced to see you pumped full of led. His stomach twisted in pain. He could barely stand with his shaking legs as his mind raced around the possibility of losing you.

"I wanted to help you, Pico! I know I can help you!" Picking up his gun for him and handing it to him, you gently pushed past him to look Cassandra right in the face. "I-I don't know why you did this, but I won't let you get away with it! I'll stop all three of you!" You called out to her, and all she did was laugh once more.

"Speeches were never your strong suit, were they (Y/N)?" She tapped her gun tauntingly, smirking at the sight of you and Pico, who was picking up his gun and standing behind you, still begging you to reconsider. "You think I need these fucks to help me kill you two?" She scoffed at your mentioning of taking all three of them down. In a swift movement, her gun was fired, and you flinched at the sound of popping and yelping as each of her allies fell to the ground. "I'll barely have any trouble doing it myself."

Then, horrifically, you and Pico watched as she transformed into some alien-like creature. A loud cry was expelled from your former classmate as the transformation was completed, and you and Pico quickly raised your weapons as she herself began attacking. Pico almost considered gently knocking you to the ground himself before Cassandra could do any real damage to you, but every time he tried you coincidentally jumped out of his reach to get a better angle on your target. Pico's vision was blurry, and every time Cassandra just barely missed you made him sick with fear. At first, his fears seemed to be irrational. You were dodging her just fine, even rationalizing that you needed to aim at her eyes every time you saw them glow in preparation for another attack. However, all it took was one single mistake, and Cassandra had you out cold with a single metal barrel to the face.

Pico couldn't hear himself scream out your name as he heard the disturbingly loud impact sound, but he for sure knew that he did so. Seeing your face bruised and bloodied like that stirred a hatred for Cassandra deeper than he ever could have imagined it being. He quickly stepped right into action in your honor, finishing off the alien as he had originally planned to anyways before your interference. The entire time, you stayed down. Even after Cassandra's eventual death.

When it was all over, Pico got on his knees in front of your unconscious form. Even with the blood staining your perfect skin, you slept so peacefully. Your breathing was steady, and he could tell that as he pulled your limp body into his lap and arms. Your face looked so content. You were so blissful, like an angel. You were always Pico's angel, and you always will be, no doubt about it.

Pico couldn't help but look at you and growl under his breath. Why couldn't you have just listened to him? It wasn't your job to protect him, it was his job to protect you. He should've done better at making you leave. He should have forced you to go back to where he set up for you to hide, yanking that gun from your hands and sending you away before Cassandra could have gotten a hold of you. He shook his head, becoming quite nauseated. He couldn't handle the idea that he was just as guilty for your injuries as Cassandra was, but it was becoming hard to deny as Pico skimmed over everything that he could have done better.

Pico's lips trembled as he leaned down and kissed you gently on the forehead, not a consern going through his brain as your blood stained his lips. He licked them gently as he pushed hair away from your eyes which disallowed them from sticking to the wound on your head. Your blood tasted rather nice, it was something he'd definitely have to make a habit of keeping for himself. The idea helped him move his thoughts away from his situational shortcomings.

Those didn't matter now. Everything was over. Cassandra was dead, and he had saved you from death at her cold hands. Now he had to worry about what to do from here.

He almost considered taking you home for himself. It was clear you didn't have nearly as much concern for your safety as Pico did, and it was also clear to him that he was most definitely the only one truly equipped to protect you. However, as much as he didn't want to admit it, you'd be in much better hands if he were to hand you over to the medical professionals on standby outside the school. Looking at the blood gushing from your face, it was clear Cassandra got you pretty good.

He sighed as he picked you up, still holding you bridal style in his arms. Maybe after this you'd finally be convinced that Pico was the only one fully equipped to protect you. Maybe after this you'd finally give yourself up to him. It would make things easier, at the very least. Pico would appreciate it.

It would make his forever much easier to obtain, as Pico couldn't imagine a forever that didn't involve his heart and body belonging exclusively to you.

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