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ROYAL REQUEST

┆RINDOU H.

Chapter I : Rindou's Lover 「Masterlist」

꩜ Chapter Tags ▸ NSFW, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Fluff and Smut, Safe Sane and Consensual sex, Love Confessions, First Times, Birthday Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Breeding, Aftercare, Mutual Pining, Rindou being a simp, Some political speech, Ran haitani being a spoiled brat, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence (But only in a one sentence and that's it), Minor Character Death, Bonten arc appearance Haitanis, Arranged Marriage.

꩜ Word Count ▸ 7260

"Good morning, your grace", Rindou heard that from one of the maids as to get him to start his day, while two others were making way for the sun to shine through his chamber, getting the curtains out of the way. Which woke him up.

The young royal stretched out a bit, before scanning his surroundings, dreamy purple eyes landed on the maids, one already carrying a robe for him, the others standing still untill his movement off the bed to change the sheets and get to cleaning.

He slackly got off the velvet mattress, turning his muscular back to the maid letting her to put the robe on him.

"Are my father and brother up ?"

"His majesty and the prince are in the dining hall waiting for your arrival"

"Have they been waiting for long ?"

"Not at all, your grace", Rindou chanted a 'hum' of approval before sliding off the maid and signaling her to take her leave.

"Good morning, father", Rindou sat by the side of the king at a long rectangular table cornered with empty chairs, only three of them were filled, it had all what a human could think of containing appetizing meals and even far additions for supplies that wouldn't cross a mind; from all the fresh food and beverage found from the best of the best from all inches of the world, and the young duke finds himself distressed; it's a huge waste, yet he maintains grateful toward the fortune he was gifted, promising to use it for the greater good,

"Ran.", It's how he salutes his brother who just stared at him sluggishly, he had no idea how this man ahead of him is meant to be the crown prince with his laziness. Scratch that, how did he win over the entire kingdom effortlessly is what bothered the young duke. But he paid him no mind.

"Good morning, Rindou", the aged king greets back, half focused on his son, struggling to fill the silver plate ahead of him. Father Haitani was once a handsome young monarch desired by all the women across the kingdoms, and debatably, exceeds his sons' charm, alas his god-gifted youth consumed by time left him grey and ailing.

"Say, son," Rindou had an idea where this was going, "any luck of meeting the future mother of my grandchildren....", 'This again...' Rindou thinks, "...while im still alive ?", The king took a bite of his silver plate therefore allowing the royal brothers to begin their breakfast.

He sighs 'why aren't these question addressed to Ran'. It's these little converstation starters like this that gets Rindou's bitterness towards the first born haitani, and his own insecurities, sharpened. The way his brother is free from expectations and observations makes it clear how favored he is.

"No, father, i already told you im more concentrated in my position"

"You know as royals, marriage serve us heirs", his father kept eye talking with his second son and stopped eating, "without future rulers, the kingdom our ancestors worked hard to build will turn into ashes"

Rindou hated it, when his father will turn a blind eye to his hard work into improving their land and serving the poeple, overlooking the positive outcome of his role as a duke, Only to give him more unnecessary missions that'll only harm him and do nothing for his or the others' sake.

"The family i'll make will not be any necessary addition for the monarchy, isn't that Ran's duties ?"

"Your brother is already meant to marry from a nearby kingdom, his future and ours have already been secured thanks to his early decision", the younger Haitani felt his blood boiling to the indirect comparison the King is making, "but then how about you, son ?"

Rindou found himself slaming the corner of the table that was infront of him while getting up. There have been a rigid silence for a while with the Duke composing his breath and sanity, whilst his father's eyes are piercing through him.

"I'll take my leave now, i have some arrangements today, now if you excuse me", forcing himself back to his unruffled nature, he excused himself out of the dining hall.

He had better places to be.

Right near his beloved princess.

Rindou sat on the moving carriage, relying on counting the decreasing time until they reach his destination, but the orchestrated action was eventually forgotten by the royal, eyes fixed on his territory slowly pass out of his sight.

It'll be an understatement to say he loved his land, Rindou had a tender spot for his homeland, he and his brother have been raised with a mutual aim, to rule the Roppongi kingdom and keep the legacy everlasting.

That very thought kept the flame inside the Duke to burn brighter and it have been lightning up the darkest points of the crown.

Neither commoners nor nobility could deny how well his job is done, Rindou have been an example of a true hardworking leader, thanks to his formulated plannings - and most importantly, determination - he had developed his domain into a powerful estate, just like how he envisioned, yet there was always room for improvement in Rindou's side.

The younger Haitani takes his duties by heart, he adores the Roppongi kingdom and its wonders, and the day he was entitled as a duke, have made an oath to himself and all the active participants in progressing their empire, that he'll dedicate his life for his land and only use his authorities to benefit the nation.

Rindou had to admit he have felt undesrving of his privileges at first, yet over time he overcame that thought by understanding that without his power and title, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to protect and serve his poeple, even from those who are misusing their authorities.

However, there is one person Rindou can't do anything about, the one thing getting in the way of Rindou's hard work; Who is none other than his older brother.

Ran was the humanized image of the corrupt politician Rindou swore to never be. He wanted the power just for the sake of having the power, for his own selfish schemes.

For their whole life, Ran have been the pampered one, getting the title of the crown prince right at his feet just for being a first born, and that title have gained him respect across the kingdom, and by time, his ego have been taking over the entirety of the dry land. The older Haitani, got credit for stuff that never happened, for his nonexistent duties and sacrifices, yet for his surely capturing charm.

The younger have never called his vision of his brother jealousy, but rather bitterness for all his undeserved received attention, he would have paid him no mind only if he wasn't there to get in the way of his plans, and make dumb decisions with no second thoughts, and all the cleaning up his brother has to do afterwards.

Whilst Ran aims for the title of a royal, Rindou aim for the title of a royal.

That's when the Shibuya kingdom comes in handy. After some time of Ran's recklessness, their father had came to a fateful decision to make an agreement with nearby kingdoms and unify their power, it comes with the benefit of decisions looked into more thoroughly and a faster way to solve issues, the more the better.

Shibuya kingdom have been one of - if not - the biggest economical, agricultural, political, and soldierly turfs. There have been a time where Rindou even saw them as rivals, but even with the great power the Roppongi kingdom holds, they were no match to them.

By the younger Haitani's 15th month of October, introductions were made between the nobel successors, at the day of the agreement. He still remembers the details from that day very thoroughly.

The reigning monarchs sat at the overhead tower of Shibuya kingdom's palace, where their meeting takes place. Shifting all the way down from the tower spire to the lush garden, where the 4 youngsters can be located.

"Ran get up... at least introduce yourself...", whisper-yelled Rindou, fed up with the situations his brother keeps him in.

The crown prince took a look at the foreign visages, and had a nearby bench replace a bed to nap on. And now there is an awkward aura pressing the blonde too tight for his liking.

He tilted his head cautiously from where Ran was seated, taking a subsequent look at the Kantou kingdom prince now climbing a tree to - as Rindou concluded - catch a bird, and the Shibuya kingdom princess, inactive in the bird-catching event but gazing.

At a moment of comfort, Rindou approached her, "Looks like we're the only stable ones around", That got a giggle out of her, "actually Haru have never been so...", she took an additional look at Haru who was now fighting for his life with a furious bird pecking his head, "...tranquil."

It was now Rindou's turn to giggle, "then we're in the same condition", attention back at his slumbering brother.

"he isn't so bad, you must've not met Manjiro"

"Eh? The Tokyo empire prince? You met him? Woah i've only heard of him..."

"that's because he spends most of his time sleeping and eating"

"Better than sleeping and beating up guards"

"Heh he will get along with Keisuke then"

Rindou felt relief running through him again once he got ahold of how smoothly the converstation was going.

Then it clicked,

"oh excuse my manners, princess...", he faintly bowed and grabbed her hand delicately, like a priceless jewel, keeping his lips from touching the flesh yet having it thinly distanced for his fair share of satisfaction, his right hand on his chest lightly, "Haitani Rindou.", dreamy dripping eyes dropped shut at the contact of his lips and the back of her hand, devouring the slow moment.

He had no idea where that confidence came from that moment, he could've never managed to to pull that greeting in a normal circumstance. Maybe it has been the sense of security he felt that had his hesitancy long forgotten, just for a moment. After the introduction was done, the first thing he did afterward was looking back at the princess,

In her behalf, she found herself put on edge. As a princess she have been tought the etiquette well to be the representation of grace and elegance, this is far from her first royal greeting, and it still flusterated her, which caught her off guard far more than how Rindou did, yet as a princess the best immediate action to take was to compose herself,

"(Name), pleasure to meet you"

"The pleasure is mine"

Rindou straightened himself once more, the once pleasant aura have eased to both of their displeasure. And rindou tensed when he got a look at the strained - and still composed - (name) gazing down, as to not meet his eyes. And Rindou had to do something about the awkwardness,

"Ahem you know... im glad we got to talk"

"Same."

Silence fell again,

"well... my birthday, it's tomorrow... and...", now she was observing him, a source of ease found its way back in her veins, while additional fluster reached Rindou's behalf,

"if you would like... to come to my party?", Was a muffled murmer, too faint, too shy, voiced with fear of obvious nervousness exposed - if he were to be heard - but the pink nose and cheeks tint already gave it off.

"I'd love to".

The carriage made it's stop at a lavish palace Rindou remembers by heart. The guards stood on parallel lines, saluting the Duke.

He took slow steps towards the open massive door welcoming his arrival, the intent was to reach for the meetings tower, that's what got him invited in to begin with.

But Rindou knew - he just knew - he couldn't trust his conscious not taking him to the garden. It's laughable, really. The same Rindou, who despised the existence of anyone that got some audacity standing in the face of his ancestors' heritage and threaten to terminate it, is more than capable of betraying his time and schedule, even his mind and body - where's the extra voice denying this coming from anymore ? he doesn't know and wouldn't listen anyway - just to get a little bit near.

It have been true, Rindou did predict his beliefs and values to get lost somewhere in his memories when getting closer to her was inevitable.

"Princess!", yes, his self betrayed him and chose its real owner than the morals he valued so much, but Rindou still trusted his heart when it told him she'll be in here.

It's times like this that teach him to trust his guts more often.

"Ha?", (name) was shining from Rindou's vision, she barely got a reason to make a sound, he would've found her and there would've been no logic to explain how, "Oh, Rin? greetings"

"Good day, Princess," by the aid of heaven was he able to look unfazed, it's being wondered in his head if his mother was being legit when telling him heaven favoured lovers, "i haven't interrupted your morning walk, have i ?"

"Not at all, it's always a delight having you here", the smallest bits of comfort she gives, purify Rindou and the unsettling gloom he carries. "do you have any business here?"

Rindou was well aware of the reputation he made for himself, and it have been beneficial for most times when dealing with entrepreneurs, that he isn't playing when it came to work, but having it reach to his sweetheart princess - even if she was being genuine - got his heart uncontrollably aching. She seemingly noticed his sudden tensing though, and had her way to ease it up, "Care for a walk? If you're free"

'"of course, Princess, there are still some time until the meeting anyway"

(Name) drew her attention back ahead of her and lead the way to a nonexistent temporary destination, and Rindou plaintly followed after.

He looked at her with so much admiration in his eyes, how he had appeared so calm and collected was still an enigma even for Rindou, yet have never been so grateful for the unknown source.

Over the decade of familiarity between both royals, something magical made a home out of his soul.

The Shibuya kingdom was on top of its game in everything, including their monarchs. The princess have been well loved and admired all across her kingdom, she got the charm, in the term his brother could never reach.

He was aware of the strict instructions and guides majority of princesses - including ones from an important force like Shibuya kingdom - were required to receive, but she had natural gifts; serenity and composure. They certainly are principal values that emphasizes a princess from a commoner, however that was just her thing no one could've done it better, it was an unallied geniune charisma assisted further with the etiquette toturing.

Her elegance, her grandeur, her neatness, her ingenuity, Rindou have fallen in no time. He barely caught track of the time the passion bloomed, too bewitched by the mystique of... her, just her.

Despite the allure he has been captured in, Rindou still kept a miniature soundness of mind to refrain him from - more likely than not - recklessness.

He is aware that she's not his.

He is well aware she is meant to bond with Sanzu, not him.

He is aware.

His soul isn't.

Rindou, in spite of his youth, has been to war, has killed a man coldheartedly alongside his brother, has resolved to violence more often than a heard-it-all pass-by could assume. Never in his life had he thought sounds of four words could've broke him the day it did, it was too sudden, too mindblowing, yet too obvious, and Rindou felt humiliated by his own self for being pity, for getting his hopes too high as if he was ever favored.

That night he shed tears, the possibilty of Rindou allowing emotions to exit its shell has became an urban legend by villagers and commoners, all they ever spoke about was the fearless Duke who formed a rivalry with his weakness, but that night he cried an ocean.

He still think of that night and doubts the devotion of his memories, the last tears that have been shed before that day were a little Rindou's, who can barely say his name, fighting the soil between him and his mother with the small hands to feel her warmth.

He wasn't that little Rindou anymore, his hands don't search for warmth, it searches for weapons to slay whoever disrespects his land. But that little Rindou never died, there were no corpse or a funeral for the little one, he was buried alive in the current Rindou still itching for tenderness every now and then.

"I'm courted to Haru" (name) informed him that day, it was the day she came of age and were informed herself.

Her relationship with Sanzu have been less than lovers more than friends, there were no hard feelings involved and throughout their lives, she got plenty of time to get comfortable and befriend the other, however there have been no spark and it showed no sign of showing up, ever, well nothing that could be found in a life partner, not the marital type atleast.

Rindou found her hesitance to be more of an issue than a good sign, he values the flame she started inside him, but he valued her far more, and she tops whatever could come in mind to him. And have been the supportive friend she needed for comfort.

He wanted her. Not just a want. He's not completed without her. She was the main priority.

Rindou cooperated with the idea of (name) never being with him, she seemsd to surrender for the Haru deal herself - tho it's not like she had a choice -, his soul never did.

It still gone to heaven and back feeling her presence. He was too weak and helpless and didn't even feel like doing anything about it.

Rindou stopped with the alert of getting too far from the tower, having the princess stopping at the same level with him silently but showingly questioning the decision of stopping.

"Well," the shaking of his voice have made him innerly curse himself, "I appreciate you inviting me for this walk, princess, but i have to be in the tower... i wish you a pleasant day."

The brothers were standing in the spacious balcony facing the far mountains, only gazed at by Rindou, having Ran's back and elbows facing it.

"Do you get me now, Rinny ? They just can't get the cake recipe right and it ruins my mood so i had to punch the- hey Rindou are you listening ?"

Rindou hadn't registered a single sound his brother was making.

He was complaining to the mountains with his eyes, he couldn't his weaknesses to slip into an unwanted ear, it was a language made for him and the mountains.

Rindou was getting hopeless, of himself, never of his princess. He was getting hopeless that he'll ever forget her when he had to.

Over the decade of pure admiration, and the one sided emotional rollercoaster, Rindou was on the state he willingly wanted to avoid thinking of accuring, where he couldn't keep up with the unspoken stress anymore, where he hated himself for falling in love.

And he felt like he was betraying his mom for blaming love for the humans' issues.

His mother never missed a day of telling him how love was beautiful, whereas human nature is ugly, and the ugliness of humans made love - that only treated the humankind with pleasure and a reason to keep going - the supposed culprit.

"Rindou...", the older man shook his closest family's shoulders lightly to grab his lost attention, "talk to me..."

It worked and snapped the younger royal out of his gloom, "sorry... you were saying?"

"That's not important right now, what is it with you?"

"It's nothing, Ran, im just tired of the meeting that's all"

"Rindou... im your brother, i know you better than anyone else and i know you are distressed of something bigger than a meeting", Ran now facing his brother's side, had a softer tone, one that reminds Rindou that this isn't just a pampered prince, but his brother that'll always have his back, and Rindou can't help the small lip twitch imitating a smile in his face.

"I was thinking of mom...", Rindou took a pause from the mountain converstation lowering his pupils to meet his feet, "i guess i missed her"

Ran let out a soft knowing chuckle and got back to his previous position, "you have always been like this little brother"

Rindou turned his attention to his brother from surprise, "like what?"

"Acting tough and big and that you got everything under control", a teasing grin found it's way to Ran's face, "when you're really just a whiny baby~"

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL ME YOU ARSEHOLE", Rindou tried to punch his brother's arm but the older one ran away laughing playfully, and unknown to him he was smiling as well.

It was true, Rindou really needed to stop making everything his responsibility and start admiting he had a limit, and a side of him that needed to be spoilt and pampered, even if it hurted his pride to admit it.

And he wanted to surrender to that side just this once.

"Sorry to interrupt, Your royal highness", one of the maids entered the princess' chamber mid the gossip of her ladies-in-waiting were transferring to her - who is not participating - and curtsied , "his grace, duke Rindou of Roppongi, is outside the chamber, demanding to see you"

A short stretch of time passed before the ladies-in-waiting swap the orientation of their gossip to each other, very clearly agitated to interrogate themselves what would he possibly want to see her for at this hour, (name) wouldn't have known what to answer them herself.

"Tell him to wait for a moment and then he could come in", the maid courtsied one more time and then gone out.

"Would you like to change into a more represantable attire, my lady ?"

"My lady, should i get the blue gown ? It's the quickest to put on"

"Don't listen to them, my lady, i suggest the purple gown"

The ladies-in-waiting began debating what should she wear in the presence of - according to them - a male outsider.

"Thanks for the suggestion, ladies, but he's no stranger it'll be alright, you could take your leave now", she politely shrugged them off.

They gave each other a few glances then got up and curtsied, perfectly timed with Rindou's entrance, curtseying to him as well and quietly leaving, the guards securing the door from outside,

Leaving only (name) and Rindou.

The princess remained seated down and looking up to him with a polite smile, while he's motionless by the door, gentle eyes following hers, smile warming up the frost of October, and she could've sworn there was faint pink painted in his cheeks,

"Rin, what a surprise...", at the - now exactly - decade of your meeting, never had Rindou been to her chamber, in fact he's never been to any chamber, only to the meeting tower or walking down the general area, not to mention having a nobelman in a nobel lady's bed chamber is quite scandalous - not that either of them agree with the judgements that accure from it - and been avoided by almost everyone for the sake of their reputation, so er astonishment have been explanatory, "are there any special occasions for the visit ?"

"Oh nothing serious, princess, i apologize if i got you worried"

"Oh not at all... im just quite curious what the reason may be is all"

"Well...", averting her eyes and looking down for the first time since he came in. Notwithstanding his silky mauve hair was falling over the violet orbs on the stocks of tilting his head downward, the pink flush got apparent and clear. Rindou took an unhurried breath, composing his now tense form. His brother was right, he was just trying to act tough, but he's a coward innerly, making a fool of himself at the moment, but there is no turning back, "...my birthday is tomorrow... and i thought... if you'd like to come... ?"

Silence.

Protacted silence.

Rindou was panicking too much to even look at her expressions, it felt as if she stopped breathing, no sounds were coming from her direction in any way.

And he was about to apologize and leave but...

"I'd love to."

"How beautiful...", the carriage interior contained the bewildered princess, having never perceived a prepossessing sight as the one shifting by her in-motion window.

In a sort of a same condition as Rindou, she haven't stepped foot in his territory, she had no motive to. From the uncountable dry lands (name) has traveled through from the Tokyo empire, the Roppongi kingdom haven't made it to the list for two reason; first, the concernily occupied schedule assigned to her as a working royal barely got her a breathing space for visits to relatives or friends - since the kingdoms she have ever been to was for her deals, and Rindou was in charge of all matters surrounding his land to even give her a thing to do there - and her break was utilised for complete rest behind the walls of her castle.

Second, she didn't trust herself near Rindou.

Rindou was a riddle on her behalf, not him as a person, but the chemical reaction he causes.

Royal pedagogy was told to be stern, sombre, unsympathetic, rigorous, every common unrelentless term a rational living creature could think of. She went through it, she managed to accomplish the perfection of the princess definition. It took blood, sweat, and tears but it gave off, and she was prepared to survive the world.

Then Rindou happened, that not the top of the range tuition of composure and control prepared her enough for this man.

Ever since the night their fates collided, there was an implicit urge to deny the liking she has taken on the duke, it have been unreasonable at the time, but by age the motives of her denial grew larger; Her courtship to Sanzu - who was far from a romantic interest - have already been agreed upon by the higher ups.

Further than that, Rindou have already made a reputation for himself as the fierce duke who've made it crystal clear his land and occupation were his prime consideration, contrary of his brother and the masses of the nobelmen over the eras, the hypothesis of marriage and affairs was made known to be less of a concern for him.

All the doors were shut. She had your hands tied. There weren't any solutions left for her but to ignore the sellout of her chemical structure, but it was just... unachievable.

Every single time (name) thinks she surpassed her little crush, without a fail, Rindou's image shows up leaving her euphoric and lovestruck.

Only god knows how they survived meeting each other in person for so long.

That said, back to the current state, the carriage made its stop at the centre of the estate, where the castle is built, it doesn't equalize the size of her home but it sure is as beautiful as the land surrounding it.

(Name) was just as mesmerized with the haitanis' palace as she has been with their unfurled fields, too captivated with the allure of her field of vision, her lady-in-waiting - whose been assigned to travel alongside her - took over the errand of reviving her mindfulness by slightly shaking her - putting in mind (name)' social role -, which seemingly worked.

Now attentive, she finally sensed the rows of maids and guards by the gate still having their heads low - under the definition of respect -, the gate was allegedly open beforehand, expecting her arrival. Taking the first steps towards the entrance, she allowed the maid to escort her somewhere - she wasn't informed of yet - that locates in the back of the castle, where they're taking her.

The further they take her, the clearer it gets that she's being escorted to a garden. It was decorated and set ready for the rendezvous that she weren't all sure what's it about either.

The closer the view the clearer it gets to see the handsome dressed up duke, sitting in the chair ahead of the sizeable table that's stocked with a sweet course. His arms were crossed and his leg was restless, solicitude transparent on his attractive features, it lightened up - however - at the sight of the princess, and his little joyous smile unintentionally caused hers.

He, like an excited child got up from the chair quick, hitting his leg against the table in the process but he barely cared and came closer to her, excusing the maids and her lady-in-waiting out with a hand gesture not even staring at them once, his eyes couldn't leave hers and it'll be misleading to say he was solely participating at the current adoration match.

The rest of the women surrounding them understood almost immediately and took their leave along with the guards spread around the garden, and within mere minutes she was alone with Rindou, staring at each other chastly.

"Ahem please take a seat, princess", Rindou was the first to break the silence, extending a hand that she took gladly to escort and move the chair for her before moving to his seat across from her.

His usual stern yet playful demeanor was replaced - as she noticed - by this uncoordinated timidness completely out of character for a fierce leader like Rindou. Unknown to the princess before him, that this is Rindou finally coming out from the dark of his disguise by making less effort to hide his too obvious crush on her.

"You have no idea how delighted i am that you came", started the now blushing mess of a Duke. If she didn't have his handsome features printed in her memories, (name) would've mistaken this man for another.

This Rindou was less - if isn't at all - the supposedly gonna-be controlling terrible husband like the rest of them royals out there, and more of a softie who is keeping his eyes into one direction as long as she's in it.

"I'm delighted to be invited", she answered after observing the strange behavior coming from him. It wasn't exactly strange to be fair, but surprising, "um... do you perhaps have an issue that needed to be discussed"

"Not at all, princess, you could say i wanted to spend quality time with you, just the two of us", Rindou reached for the tea pot to pour you both some.

Oh.

That was... a shock.

Not what he said... exactly.

But the fact he said that.

Alright, who is this and where is Rindou ??

(Name) was speechless. "...umm... i see.", she went on to drink her tea to keep the silence appropriate. She looked up to Rin, in a position of a lover; he held the cup of tea in one hand, and the other supported his slightly leaning head as he stared at her.

His lavender orbs were contagious, they were lovestruck and had her lovestruck, it was a disease meant to infect only both of them. Dangerous thoughts got to her head...

'What if he likes me?'

In the procedures of brushing off her truth of loving Haitani, figuring the obvious was a lost choice as well.

Rindou isn't acting strange... maybe.

What happened is that she opened her eyes.

The silence lasted for a while, and it could be guessed how awkward its been.

"The weather is nice, would you like to have a walk ?", Rindou finally blurted out, as a solution for the awkwardness and she wouldn't miss out on that so she got up following him.

The walk couldn't make their silence less awkward, it couldn't stop the red from spreading all over their faces either. It felt as if they were moving in circles, which was a probability, but neither royal would notice, they were currently detached from their surroundings, all they hear are their doubts of the future.

Rindou for instance thought he had a plan - but it was a miscalculation, a rush of adrenaline if you must call it - up until the reality slapped him like no fool could ever muster up the courage to.

Too many thoughts crossed his mind at once, his brain was getting heavy with doubts.

'She doesn't like me'

'She's betrothed to someone else'

'She doesn't like me!!'

'Where is this going ?'

'What to do now ?'

'Mama get up!'

...

He stopped his tracks.

...

'Mama get up! Get up Mama i'm scared....'

'Rindou.'

'Why doesn't she answer me ??!!!'

'She is gone'

'No...... Mama is here I SAW HER!!!!!!'

'She is not coming back'

'WHAT DID YOU DO???!!!!'

'Enough'

'BRING ME BACK MAMA!!!!!'

'I said enough.'

'NO NO I WANT MAMA I WANT MAMA!!!!'

*Slap*

'Get over it......

......Rindou!'

".....Rindou?"

(Name) concerningly called for the crying man. 'Huh' thought Rindou. Oh. He's done it, what he ought to leave dead- had woke up... he allowed that little Rindou to rise from the dead for a delicate moment, just that moment. Afterall, that slap had killed the little boy in him, making him the ruthless man he is today, making the small child into his enemy, a frail weak crybaby... what he promised to never become again... Love was beautiful whereas the human nature is ugly, and the ugliness of humans made love the supposed culprit, just like his mother always told him, but just as he got in contact with little Rindou had he realised, he's been the living embodiment of that. He gave in to human nature, became as ugly as his father. He never forgave his father, neither for beating his mother to death, nor for turning him into - as Rindou calls it - a serious jester. The way he was acting was comedic, hilarious even, he knew what his reputation in the empire never mentioned, his truth, as a fearless coward, a brave quitter. Couldn't get any more ironic.

"Are you feeling alri-" "I love you."

"..."

Her heartbeats were racing, so was her blood, and so were her thoughts, she had frozen in shock trying to compose her ragged breathing, her mouth and eyes were wide open, her vision got blurry yet what's left of her consciousness could still dig his hopeful hooded eyes and, oh, have they always been so seductive ?

In the meantime, the man of the moment mistook the stillness for rejection and terror, a pout found the way to his thin lips, before they were pecked by his princess.

The Peck turned passionate kissing, a kiss of deprivation, of desperation, of a fantasy, a daydream always meant to be - as if it was a glimpse of the future - forever and ever, in love.

The kiss got heated red was his face, red were her swollen lips, red they saw. Their hands moved eagrly; through her clothed back, and his smoking hot visage.

They know what their fate is suggesting.

And Rindou voiced it, in his husky voice, "Join me in my bed...please..."

The maids lifted the cloth tightening up her body, leaving it to lose balance and slide off her skin, that flowy nightgown she was left with was no shield to the breeze running up her body.

He was staring at her by the doorframe and it felt too pleasurable to be a beginning that hasn't started yet, he was already satisfied in all senses by getting to be around her, however he wanted to keep going, to feel their virgin love unvail is what he was gonna keep going for, and that would get him witnessing heaven alive.

Just then, Rindou walked in looking less formal than what the princess has gotten used to but somehow never lost his allure, he was barely wrapped in the poet shirt he had on nor did the black loose pants make him look any less enticing.

He gave a look at the maids who understood almost immediately curtsying then leaving them alone for the privacy of the night, and once the door closed she was hit with the reality of the situation, she couldn't look anywhere but Rindou's shining violet eyes, his face was being pecked by the light of the moon that was left to observe their love and be the witness of their union.

Rindou made his way to where (name) was standing quietly, holding her breath, and her fingers close to each other, like a prayer; praying he'd devour her entirely.

His cold hand brushed all over her hot skin gently before lifting her head to meet him for another kiss, starting lovingly and leaving them wanting more, more, more...

The Duke lifted her bridal style, laying her on the bed and getting on top of her without enough force to strangle her but close enough for their needy liking.

Puppy kisses were thrown here and there, small giggles filling the space, but it wasn't quite... what they were here for.... so Rindou's left hand paved the way under her nightgown stopping down her lower thigh to stroke a bit before finally getting to her vagina. The princess let out a few breaths - she didn't know was holding - when he started teasing her entrance with his fingers, rubbing his thumb in circles while his index and middle finger slowly and steadily prepped her, more and more breathy sounds left her throat as he was full on thrusting both fingers in and out relentlessly.

Rindou was so turned on right now with, one, the sight of his lover, and two, the sight of his lover shifting and moaning while getting closer and closer to her first orgasm. He almost came just by his field of vision, but the night was still long.

The princess on the other hand could't think of her surroundings while getting close to the edge, (name) was told bedding as a married couple was only for the husband's pleasure, the nobleladies visiting her whole life spoke of only the worst stories of wedding nights that can be told. Never have breaking sexual propaganda felt so good, a man that's not her husband nor fiancé digging deep into her sweet spot reaching her orgasm before he could even think of his.

And just as she thought it was no longer possible, Rindou's fingers picked up pace practically splashing her juices on the velvet sheets she was gripping on fo dear life, seeing stars as her climax was approaching, when Rindou's hand got gooey and her brain got back in her head.

"That was... incredible", the princess told her duke panting.

Rindou kissed her cheek facing him and replied, "it's just the start, my lady", (name) was about to say something but he beat her to it going down between her legs, spreading them and kissing his way dangerously close to her vagina, "let me keep showing you the pleasure you deserve" Rindou gave her exposed clitoris an open mouthed kiss and her breath hitched again, her voice cracking the moment kisses turned into licks.

Even since the fated day where her courtship to Sanzu was announced, she received various advices concerning the wedding night on how to satisfy the Kantou prince, this - however - she was not prepared for. Keeping that in mind as Rindou was feasting on her honeypot like a starving man, having her moaning lustily as she came, toes curling and legs above his shoulders.

Looking down beyond her raised nightgown, was a lustful expression from the Roppongi kingdom duke, white was on his mouth, chin, and cheeks, licking his lips while maintaining eye contact, enough to get any woman on her knees. And oh... how handsome that man is... it's a scene like this, that automatically leave one wondering; how's a man like this not considred the charming one between the brothers ?

Society long forgotten, as he got up towring over her. Shibuya kingdom long forgotten, as he took his top off exposing his well built abs and muscular arms. Sanzu long forgotten, as he lowered down his pants, still keeping eye contact, never taking his eyes off her, consumming each reaction. And that damned lustful look on his face.

With pants gone, his penis was exposed; he was a terrifying 8 incher, rather girthy, red and hot, nowhere to hide he needed the princess. Now.

She gulped at the sight, and fear struck her, Moving backwards within the king sized bed.

"What's wrong, love?"

"No no... that's um... that's not-... that will hurt..."

Rindou moved closer to kiss her forehead lovingly, "i'll make sure it doesn't... i'll be with you through every minute"

She smiled at him and in a swift move, he got her back in a laying position, hands above her head intertwined - really, really tightly - with his own, legs hugging his waist ; it wasn't exactly a comfortable position but they were too lost in each other's eyes to give it much thought.

Rindou gave his dick a stroke before lining it up at her entrance, "one, two...", he pushed in, "...three."

Letting out a sigh at the smooth feeling inside her walls, Rin was quick to draw his attention back at his beloved, visibly uncomfortable at the foreign stretch. With his free hand, He kept playing with her hair soothingly, the other still supporting her own, as he gives her some time to adjust.

"Shhhh... shh... shh shh my darling sweetheart... you're doing it... you're doing great..."

"Mmmh-", she gave him a pleased hum and leaned into his free hand. Upon taking her signal, he locks lips with her and starts moving, slowly and steadily.

The princess yelped at the sensation, breaking the kiss, as Rindou let out a low, dark grunt pulling her back into the kiss that got filthy real quick.

They couldn't even keep track of the time, slow movements turned rough in and out thrusting, sounds of skin slapping echoing in the chamber, (name) wailed at the eager and hungry-like pace Rindou was going at. Both of their passion sounds were too loud to hear the bed creaking and the slamming of their hips, as not even the love bites could contain it.

"Fuuuuuck~", Rindou groaning in total ecstasy, still pounding into the fucked out princess like there's no tomorrow.

"Ah... A-Ah... Oh.... Hah... R-Rin... p-please...", (name) plead with a sweet weak cry, instead she received another kiss leaving her drool dripping.

"Hah.... ah... ahh.... I'm- i'm cumming...", Rindou hugged his princess tight as his eyes close shut and face heated up.

In one final thrust, they came at the same time, contently staying in the same position; cuddling and taking long, shaky breaths after the mind blowing sex.

Rindou picked up his bride-to-be to his private bath, washing her up himself as she let the warm water run down her body.

"You make me happy princess..."

His voice was music to her ears, reassuring her with the sweetest words.

"You're beautiful..."

"Rinny-"

"Yes, dear?"

They couldn't be together, her marriage to Sanzu is scheduled three days to come. It's too late now to save her true love story, isn't it ? She had already accepted it the day prior to Rindou's visit, she had already accepted her fate.... why did it have to get so beautiful at this timing ?

"I love you"

"I love you back, my love."

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Cuando la veo (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

a/n: Title and idea taken from Pimpinela’s Cuando lo veo.

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You closed your eyes and clenched your fists not caring that the cloth in your hand wrinkled beyond recognition, in fact, what you wanted most was to rip the dress apart, tear everything in your room, and leave the world as destroyed as your heart. It wasn't fair, this wasn't how it all had to end, your life was supposed to just begin, bright mornings and warm afternoons awaited you with the love of your life. But you were only greeted with a terrible winter that soaked into your bones and a huge emptiness in the center of your chest.

"You promised you'd be here, Santi" you whispered, hugging yourself "you swore you'd never leave me"

And yet, you were alone again.

No family, no friends, no partner, no future. You had nothing more than the misery that consumed you little by little, the guilt that whispered in your ear that you could have done more, the rage that threatened to burn you whole from the inside, and a love, pure and sincere, so big that was painful because it no longer had anyone to reach out to.

You glanced sideways at the letter that had arrived that morning. You had barely opened it, and all you had to do was read the greeting to set it aside and burst into tears, too weak to face any consolatory speech it might contain. “I'm so sorry, my little alhelí” it said, in your aunt’s fine handwriting, the only family you had left, and whom you hadn't seen in years.

You didn't even know how she found out about what happened, but you didn't care at the time, it had all stopped making sense to you anyway. All you wanted was for time to turn back and for your fiancé to come back, to fulfill the perfect life that you were supposed to have together.

"Damn you, Santiago Cabral" you said, swallowing the lump in your throat "damn you for leaving me alone, for breaking my heart like this... and because deep down I know it's my fault, that I wasn't enough"

A new wave of tears invaded you, making you fall to your knees beside the bed. Your hands no longer had the strength to keep mistreating the veil of your wedding dress, nor did your voice come out in sobs. You were simply no more than a ghost. One that seemed doomed to the memory of a man who never came and never would.

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Julieta sighed heavily as she set the wooden ladle aside, turning off the stove and wiping her hands on her apron. She really missed Casita. Weeks had passed since the miracle was lost, leaving her entire family helpless, lost, and destabilized, and although the town seemed to wake up from a dream and had come to help them, one family even lent them a house to live in while they rebuilt theirs, it was true that the Madrigals could have had a better time.

Sure, there were some who adjusted better than others, but that didn’t mean they haven't suffered. Of the six grandchildren, Dolores was the one who felt most comfortable, it seemed that she was almost relieved to have lost her gift, and Julieta couldn't blame her, her niece seemed freer and happier, being able to participate in more activities that she couldn't before due to the sensory overload of her super hearing. Camilo and Isabela said they were fine, but there were times when someone would catch them trying to reactivate their gifts or pretend they still had them.

Antonio and Luisa were the most vocal when it came to expressing their pain, both very resentful of the loss of their gifts, one because of the brevity in which he was able to enjoy it and the other because of a sense of identity that was taken from her. And her sweet Mirabel, used to live without a magical gift, had taken it upon herself to teach them how to live a normal life. The only good thing about all of this was that the six of them had become a little more united and that if one was in trouble, the other five would respond. It was cute if she was being honest.

Adults were another story. Mom appeared to be strong, but everyone could see the fear in her eyes and the pain of having lost the last vestiges of Dad's sacrifice, she was almost always locked in her designated room. Bruno had spent the last ten years without having visions, so it wasn't hard for him to get used to the lack of magic, adjusting to living with the rest of the family again was the real challenge. Pepa didn't seem to mind not having a constant cloud over her head, and she took the time to reconnect with her brother, so they could almost always be found together, without the third of their triad.

Julieta was not proud to admit that the one who was handling everything the worst was herself. After having spent the last forty-five years cooking tirelessly, ensuring the health and safety of the entire town, she now felt utterly useless, with nothing to do, nor a true purpose that would finish justifying her existence.

She had ceased to be someone necessary, now she was simply a sad shadow, an empty shell, a lump that everyone forgot about after breakfast and until lunch, then disappeared again until dinner. And that hurt her soul. She couldn't help anyone anymore, she couldn't take care of her daughters and nephews, mom didn't talk to her anymore, she couldn't bond with her siblings, no matter how many times she tried or how much she missed Bruno, he and Pepa had always had a stronger bond than they ever would have with her. Simply, she no longer felt like she belonged to her own family.

There was only one person in the whole town who still seemed to notice her, who still cared for her, only one man who still bothered to ask her if she was okay or listen if she needed him. And it was not her husband, but her brother-in-law.

Agustín had been a great source of comfort in the first few days after Casita was lost, just as he had been the night Bruno disappeared. But like that time, that concern and fleeting warmth disappeared after three or four days. She wasn't stupid, she knew how things were between them for years, even before Mirabel's birth, and she really couldn't blame him for anything.

The thing was, since Casita was gone, Gus had stopped having so many accidents, and if he did, he wouldn't go to her, because after all, what could she do without her gift? So the gap that had existed between them for more than fifteen years began to widen little by little with each day that Agustín went to town, exploring a freedom that, ironically, seemed magical, while she was left alone, in a strange house, as if she was part of the kitchen instruments and nothing more.

"Okay, this is the third time you've sighed in the last five minutes, what's wrong?"

Julieta jumped a little and turned around quickly, finding Felix who was looking at her quite amused from the door frame. The woman sighed in relief and felt her muscles relax considerably in the man's presence. Of all the people around her, only he could make her feel a little better these days.

"How long have you been there?" she asked softly

"Enough to feel offended that you didn't notice" he smiled.

She rolled her eyes affectionately and crossed her arms as he walked towards her, carefully following his every move. She didn't think he was going to do it this time, but her brother-in-law could be ruthless when he put his mind to it, and she had no intention of getting caught up in a tickling fit again, childish as that sounded.

"So" he said, standing in front of her and mimicking her stance "are we going to do it by hook or by crook?"

Julieta looked at him for a moment, internally cursing the simple way in which his eyes seemed to scan her soul, without giving her a chance to come up with an excuse. No matter how many years passed, Felix had always been good at getting everything out of her, she could lie to anyone but him. It didn't mean she didn't try, though.

"It's nothing" she said "I'm just a little tired of cooking, that's all" he didn't seem to believe her at all.

“You decided the hard way then” he said, smiling as her sister-in-law's eyes widened and she hurried away from him.

"No, no, no, no, don't even think about it" she warned him

"Come here, Juli, I just want to talk to you"

"Stay away from me, Felix, I'm serious."

He just laughed and kept moving towards her, chasing her around the table and returning to their place the chairs she was pulling out to try to slow his progress. They both knew they were making a ridiculous scene and that if anyone found them they would think they had lost their sanity, but they didn't care. Despite what the woman said, he could see a soft ghost of joy in her eyes and a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, and that was enough for him.

"Felix, stay away" she told him again, taking the wooden ladle as a weapon.

"I wouldn't have to chase you if you stopped running" he replied.

Julieta didn't even notice the rag lying on the floor, too busy with the man in front of her, so she screamed when her heel slipped, knocking her off balance. She instinctively closed her eyes, waiting for the blow, but it never came. Instead, she felt a pair of large, strong hands, one on her hip and the other on her arm, holding her upright.

"I got you" her brother-in-law smirked at her.

"Th-thank you," she replied, pulling away from him and picking up the rag.

The atmosphere cooled again and the twinkle in the woman's eyes disappeared, as did any trace of amusement that might have existed. Felix was deeply sorry, but he also knew it wasn't unusual. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep his sister-in-law happy for more than a few minutes, at least not anymore.

There was a time when he and Julieta used to do everything together, when they were children they could spend hours and hours playing just the two of them without getting bored, they told each other everything, they supported and cared for each other, and despite their fears, it did not change as they grew. It was true that they drifted a bit apart when he started dating Pepa and she met Agustín, but they still managed to find moments to have fun together, and even once they had formed their respective sides of the family, it was not uncommon to see them together in the kitchen, talking quietly or venting comfortably with the other.

He knew that she saw him as another brother, and he felt the same for her. And maybe he never told her, but being a few years older, he felt it was his responsibility to take care of her as he took care of his beautiful wife. It just felt natural to him. That's why it hurt so much that he couldn't give her the comfort she so obviously needed.

"It's because of him, isn't it?" he asked carefully

"Felix-"

"You can't lie to me, Juli, you know that" he interrupted her "...it's because of Agustín"

She clenched her fists for a moment, before sighing and looking away. Sometimes she really hated the way he could read her so easily as if he knew her so much better than she knew herself. She didn't even try to pretend that she was surprised that she didn't call him “Gus” but instead went by his full name. Her husband had ceased to be her brother-in-law's comrade the same day that he had ceased to be the man she fell in love with.

“…partly yes,” she admitted quietly, “I just…feel lonely, you know? I'm glad that the girls are distracted, that they go for a walk and make friends, and it would be selfish of me to want Agustín to stay here with me all day."

"But?"

"...but, sometimes I wish that...I don't know, he would at least pretend that he cares a little about me" she said, hugging herself "I'm not going to say that I miss him getting hurt, on the contrary, you know well that one of the reasons we started to fell apart was because I was tired of having to heal him every two minutes”

It was true. On more than one occasion, Félix had heard her complain about having to run behind an adult man with an arepa in her hand in case he hurt himself like a little boy, and although she had found it cute at the beginning of their relationship, the truth was that the man and his accidents consumed most of what little free time she had.

"And I'm really glad he doesn't have so many accidents, especially now that I can't do anything for him, but a simple 'good morning' or a hug would be enough" she continued "the only times he seems to notice me is when we have to fake smiles in front of the girls”

"Juli-"

"And the fights, Felix...those are the worst part"

"The fights?"

He moved closer to her, frowning in concern and feeling his blood boil as tears began to roll down the woman's cheeks. But he knew Julieta, and after a few seconds he could see that they weren't tears of sadness, but of anger. If that man had hurt her, he wouldn't live another day to tell about it.

"He did something to you?" he asked carefully

Julieta stared at him in amazement, blinking a little as a mist lifted from her mind and a warm feeling bloomed in her chest as she noted the fire in the man's eyes. It felt nice to know that at least he cared for her to the point that the idea of someone hurting her caused such a reaction, even if it wasn't the case.

"No" she assured him, wiping her tears with the back of her hand and smiling softly at him "no, he hasn't done anything to me."

"But have you fought?"

"..Yeah"

"About what?"

“Lots of things” she sighed “but it's almost always about how late he gets home. And it's not that I want to control him, he can go where he pleases, but I never know where he is and I no longer have excuses for the girls when they ask me about him. I trust him, Félix, but I can't dispel doubts, especially Isabela's, if I don't know where he gets into all day... and these fights are becoming more and more frequent"

Felix looked at her for a moment, before sighing and pulling her into a hug that he knew she badly needed. He wasn't even surprised when she buried her face in his shoulder, nor did he care when he felt hot tears soaking into his shirt. It was a delicate matter, that was eating his best friend from the inside, and he knew that he would have to put that card back on the table, for her sake.

"Have you thought about getting a divorce, Juli?" he asked softly after she calmed down

The woman tensed in his arms for a moment and was silent for a long time. He waited patiently for her to accommodate her thoughts, held her firmly until he felt her relax again, and only broke away from her when she unwrapped her arms from his body. Julieta wiped her tears with her hand again, before she accepted gratefully the napkin that he offered her.

The truth was, there was no reason to avoid the question. Felix knew that she had been thinking about this for a long time, perhaps two years after Luisa was born. He had been surprised when she told him, but still, he had supported her as always and he had made her feel safe, even helping her figure out what papers she needed. But then Mirabel was born.

She would never, ever have the audacity to say that any of her daughters were a mistake. They were not. She loved them more than her life and would do anything for them, to take care of them and protect them, but sometimes she wondered if Mirabel's lack of gift was due to the fact that neither she nor Agustín had planned to have her, it just... happened.

And with her birth, things changed again. The news that he would be a father again had brought back her Agustín, the man she had fallen in love with. He had cared for her and pampered her like a queen, always attentive and ready to help her in whatever she needed, and for a brief moment, she had allowed herself to think that perhaps love had resurfaced between them... but it hadn't. As soon as her youngest daughter was out of her body, she returned to being one more decoration in the house.

It hurt her, knowing that they really had lost the fire they once shared, but she supposed that was how things were, and that it was better to get used to it. After all, absolutely no one could accuse Agustín Rojas of being a bad father, and she herself would be the first in the line of defense if someone tried to, she shouldn't be selfish, she should be thankful that her daughters had grown up with the best father they could have had, regardless of whether the little affection that still remained between them couldn't even be called friendship.

"He's a good man, Félix" she whispered.

“But you don't love him…not like that” it wasn't a question, but she forced herself to answer anyway.

"...No"

"Then why do you stay?" Félix asked "why are you still with him when you both know there's nothing there anymore?"

Julieta shuddered. He wasn't rude, nor could she find any hint of judgment in his tone, he really wanted to know, but saying it out loud made it terribly true, and she didn't know if she was ready to be honest with him, or with herself.

"For my daughters" she replied, looking into his eyes "...and because I don't know anything else...I don't want to be alone, and a cold presence is better than an empty bed"

Felix looked at her with a mixture of compassion and pain, but he didn't say anything, he simply hugged her again, wishing he could convey in that gesture all the love he had for her, and a clear message of support that he hoped she could get.

"Julieta!"

The two jumped up and separated quickly at the sound of Alma's voice and footsteps. The matriarch entered the kitchen just after her daughter had finished pulling herself together and putting a painfully fake smile on her face. Felix just nodded respectfully at her.

"Yes mom?" she obediently asked

“Mija, could you take some things to Laurita? She just told me that her niece is coming to live in Encanto, and she is interested in taking over her sewing workshop. I would go myself, but I have to accompany my children to the square, Brunito wants a new book and Pepita demanded one too" the woman laughed affectionately, undoubtedly adoring the image of her youngest children "so I thought you could go since you are not busy anyway”

Julieta felt her heart drop and the wound reopen. Not only did it hurt that her mother seemed to forget that she, too, was part of her "beloved" triplets, but the fact that the freshly cooked meal was behind her and yet she was thought not to be busy made her feel even more useless than she already did. But she forced herself to maintain her composure and was grateful that her mother didn't seem to notice that her smile was growing tighter with each passing second.

"Sure mom" she said haltingly "I'll go right away"

"Thank you dear"

Felix watched in silence as Alma left the kitchen, not noticing his presence for a single moment, before turning to Julieta, who only clenched her fists while she tried to calm herself with deep breaths.

"I can go" he said, placing a hand on her shoulder gently.

"No, it's fine, I can do it" she smiled at him "besides, some fresh air would do me good... right?"

"Sure" he returned her smile.

Neither of them mentioned the fact that the tension could be cut, deciding not to make matters worse, they were uncomfortable enough on their own. He assured her that he would take care of the rest of the meal, which she was grateful for as she walked out, leaving her apron hanging on the hook by the door.

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"I'll wait for you downstairs, my alhelí" your aunt smiled at you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear "I've already cleaned the workshop, but if you want to remodel it, go ahead"

"Thank you, tía" you answered softly

“I asked Alma to bring me some things that I lent to the Rodríguez, it shouldn't take her long. She will be delighted to meet you”

You just smiled politely and closed your eyes to enjoy the feel of her calloused hand slowly caressing your cheek like when you were a child. The mention of your aunt's friend made you a little nervous if you were being honest. Tía Laura had filled you in on various events as soon as you arrived in town, and although you hadn't really been able to keep up with everything, you had gotten a little bit of the idea that Alma Madrigal and her family were practically royalty here, even though you didn't know very well why, and that they had recently lost their house, but you didn't know why either, a construction failure, perhaps.

An unfortunate fact, really, and perhaps in other circumstances, you would have offered to check if anyone needed medical attention since your aunt had told you that there were no doctors in the town (which shocked you, despite the promises of the older woman that they hadn't needed it), but in your current state and with guilt eating away at your soul, all you could offer was a feeble prayer for them, to whatever god would listen to a broken woman.

"I'll leave you to finish unpacking" Laura told you, taking you out of your thoughts "call me if you need me"

You offered her a weak nod and an increasingly broken smile. You hated the way the tears were starting to pool in your eyes again and your pulse raced. You had already spent too many months crying, it was not humanly possible that you still had tears, you didn't want to, you were tired of crying. Your aunt must have felt it, because without saying anything she caught you in a strong and warm hug, letting her fingers play with your hair.

“It's okay, my girl” she said sweetly “you'll be fine. You will heal"

You really wanted to believe her, you needed it to be true, but the pain was too deep in your chest that you doubted it would ever get out of there. Still, you refused to overwhelm the woman and forced yourself to hold back the tears a little longer, save them for when you were alone. You pulled away from her and forced another smile.

"Thank you, tía" you said again "for accepting me here"

"You will always be welcome here" she told you "as long as I am alive, you will always have a family, my girl"

"I don't know how I'm going to repay you" you said

"Nonsense, you don't owe me anything" she laughed "besides, we haven't had a professional seamstress here in a long time, and I can't imagine anyone more perfect for the job than you, my precious alhelí."

You chuckled softly as she pinched your cheek and watched silently as she left the room. You tried not to flinch too much when the temperature changed drastically as soon as the door closed as if all the cold and darkness inside you had been waiting until you were alone to get back to you.

You looked at the suitcase that was on the bed and the emptiness in your chest seemed to get bigger. You felt fragile and small and defenseless and a part of you was cursing you for having decided to pack… that. Of course, you knew it had been a bad idea, a terrible, pointless mistake. There was no good reason to justify your need to pack it, other than clinging to the last memories of Santiago and the idea of a life that would never belong to you.

Now you had to assume the consequences of that impulsive decision and come face to face with the ghost you had been carrying. You took a deep breath and walked over to the bed, taking the clasps of the suitcase with trembling hands. You knew it would be the first thing you would see when you opened it because it had been the very last thing you had packed.

"I can do it" you whispered "I can do it"

You closed your eyes as you slowly lifted the lid, feeling like a prisoner awaiting sentencing, and after a few seconds, you forced yourself to look down. There it was, your wedding dress, as white and pure as the day you bought it. The veil was wrinkled from the force with which you had taken it that terrible day, but the rest was intact.

You felt as if the white burned your eyes, mocking you. It was as if the fabric knew that you were never going to wear it, that you would never see yourself in the mirror wearing it or walk down the aisle to the love of your life. It was as if the dress knew it was over before it even started. And yet, you hadn't been able to get rid of it. The thought of leaving it behind had seemed like a crime to you, which was why you had brought it with you, despite the damage you knew it would cause. Of course, not as much as the other dress you buried in the smaller suitcase, but you weren’t planning on opening that one yet, not in a long, long time.

You couldn't bear to look at it for more than a few moments, so you quickly picked it up and carelessly stuffed it into a black cloth bag your aunt had lent you, tossing it to the back of the closet, where it would stay until the next time you decided to torture yourself and take it out.

"Hopefully, I'll find something in this place that will make me forget it's here" you said to yourself.

You turned your attention to the rest of your things, unpacking everything quickly so as not to keep your aunt waiting too long, but the dresses never left the back of your mind.

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Julieta! It's nice to see you here, my dear."

The brunette smiled kindly, receiving the older woman's hug a bit awkwardly as she tried to balance the boxes of fabric, ribbons, needles, and other sewing items that her mother had asked her to bring. She had hoped that the walk there would clear her mind a bit, but the feeling of loneliness kept swimming in her chest like a fish in water.

"Same here, Laura" she politely replied "it's been a while."

"And you say it, Mija, it's been a long time since I saw your face"

Julieta laughed softly, silently acknowledging the maternal warmth that characterized the other woman. Laura had become known in Encanto for the beautiful dresses and suits that she made, with unique designs and beautiful patterns, there was no one in town who would not want to have at least one item of clothing from her collection. It had been a shame when the woman had decided to close her sewing shop, saying that she felt too old to go on with it.

In truth, she was only about 12 years older than the triplets, so she really wasn't as old as she claimed, but she had been adamant in her decision, so they hadn't been left with a choice other than accept it. She still took on mending and embroidery jobs, but it wasn't the same anymore, though the woman's warmth and kindness were still well-known and appreciated.

"Mom asked me to bring you this" the brunette said, carefully moving the boxes.

"Oh yes, allow me" Laura smiled, taking some of the smaller boxes to lighten her load "come in, you're home"

Julieta nodded gratefully, following the woman inside. Despite her age, she felt like a child entering a wonderland and she couldn't contain her amazement as soon as she walked through the front door. Laura had always had exquisite taste, and despite the fact that she had only been in her house a few times accompanying her mother when she was little, she still found it a precious place.

There were elegant decorations and handmade embroidery pictures everywhere. The plants that were in the corners really brought life to the room and the soft beige color of the walls made everything feel homey, warm and so familiar that the brunette felt strangely sheltered and safe there. If it weren't for the fact that the images of Casita collapsing still haunted her every time she closed her eyes, she could almost say it was the second most magical place in Encanto.

"You can put that in there, honey" Laura said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Alma must have been busy."

"Yes" Julieta forced a smile as she left the boxes on the floor "She, Pepa, and Bruno had to go buy some things"

"And you didn't want to go with them, dear?"

The brunette felt as if a dagger was being plunged into her chest, but she maintained her composure. After all, it wasn't the kind woman's fault that she was being selfish and wishing her mother or her siblings would include her in their plans.

“I was just curious” she lied “that's a lot of sewing stuff, can we expect a reopening of your workshop soon?”

“Oh, I hope so, mija” Laura laughed heartily “although not because of me. You know I'm too old for that, but my niece is interested in it."

"Oh yes, mom mentioned that she was going to move here."

"My precious girl, she has just arrived, after I begged her for months" the older woman said, smiling fondly "and I must say that her hands are more skilled, and her designs far surpass any of mine."

"No one could top your designs, tía, but I appreciate the compliment."

Julieta jumped a little at the sudden voice that came from behind her. She turned to see the most beautiful woman she had ever seen coming down the stairs. She was young, with an innocent and passionate aura, but her eyes were loaded with sadness and in her smile, she hid the ghost of deep pain. Still, the brunette couldn't help the feeling of warmth that settled in her stomach, as if thousands of butterflies began to wake up, her mouth went dry and time seemed to stop, preventing her from saying anything or doing anything but looking at you while you. Of all the amazing treasures that Laura had, it was definitely you, the newest addition, the most beautiful.

#reader insert #x reader #reader #fem reader #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal imagine #julieta madrigal #julieta x reader #julieta my beloved #encanto x reader #encanto imagine #Encanto #cuando la veo #clv

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sweetblinginrose · 29 days

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𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗻𝘂𝘁,

(Billy Hargrove x fem¡OCMayfield)

Samantha Danielle Mayfield finally decides to move to Hawkins with her sister and mother, as well as her mother's new husband and his arrogant son, William "Billy" Hargrove. What they are unaware of is that, gradually, these step-siblings will discover that the line between contempt and passion is more fragile than they supposed, and what begins as shared hostility turns into an intense and undeniable attraction that both find themselves unable to reject.

warnings: read at your own risk, as it includes a continuous sexual environment, profanity, mention of death and suicide, stepsibling relationship, sex, and all its derivatives.

autor’s note: this work is entirely my own creation. that is to say, i have not based it on anyone else, so any resemblance to any other work is purely coincidental, as i have been using this format for all my stories since 2019. i hope you enjoy the story. if you find any translation errors, something you don't understand, or similar, please let me know :p

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Chapter One: Shot Throught The Heart - Bon Jovi

Samantha Danielle Mayfield. Yes, Mayfield. She found the surname Hargrove detestable.

Ever since that fateful day when Neil Hargrove took Susan from the arms of the two young girls' father, Samantha has been unable to forgive her mother. She chose to stay with her father indefinitely, firmly resolved not to see her mother's face again, or so she believed. Susan had "betrayed" the Mayfields, fracturing the relationship between Max and Samantha to the point of only allowing them sporadic encounters, plunging both sisters into deep sadness.

As the years passed, they got used to seeing each other only on weekends, and everything seemed to be going well. Until one day, a letter arrived at the Sam residence, which read:

"Hello Sammy,

I am writing to invite you to my wedding with Neil in a few months. We are very happy and wish to share our joy with you. Also, there are some things we need to discuss in person that you should know.

With love,

mom."

Samantha received the news with displeasure, but over time she understood that everyone is free to decide about their life and that she had to respect it, as nothing would change to please her wishes. So, swallowing her pride, she began the search for a dress for the occasion.

The ceremony went off without incident. Max and Sam were playing cards when Susan stealthily approached her eldest daughter and whispered the dreaded words:

"We need to talk."

Upon hearing her mother's prepared speech, Samantha burst into tears. She couldn't bear the idea of her mother taking Maxine away from her. Her sister was almost her best friend; separating them was an act of selfishness, wasn't it?

Samantha's reaction was intense. She screamed how great her hatred was for that family, capturing the attention of all those present and ruining part of the wedding. She insulted everyone for the last time and fled in search of a phone booth to call her father, who consoled her, equally affected, trying to convince her that it wouldn't be so bad, that they could keep in touch and visit occasionally.

After the incident, they decided to postpone the move for another year, until early 1984, due to the girl's immature behavior and the deterioration of her father's health, whose lung cancer was advancing inexorably. Months later, at the end of 1984, the girls' father died, unable to fight the cancer that rapidly consumed his weakened body, leaving a huge void in both, but especially in Samantha. She decided not to inform anyone, except her sister through a letter that would arrive a month later, which meant that Samantha lived alone during that time, surviving with difficulty.

The news devastated Maxine, who informed her mother. Susan, very worried, called Samantha repeatedly, not knowing that her daughter had escaped. She called all the authorities in California to find her daughter.

Samantha distanced herself from everything and everyone. She left behind friends and family, taking with her only a letter from Max, some clothes, and the little money she had left. Just the day before Christmas, guided by the offers at the bus stations and the address in Maxine's letter, Sam decided to go to Hawkins, Indiana. Her arrival on December 24, '84, was a Christmas gift for her distressed mother, who interrupted her prayers upon hearing the doorbell. Seeing the familiar face, Susan burst into tears, hugging her daughter tightly and shouting for joy. The commotion attracted everyone present, who ran to witness the emotional reunion between the two redheads and the brunette at the door.

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Six months had passed since the death of their father, and five since her arrival in Hawkins.

Samantha had settled just in time for the start of the second academic term. Despite the widespread interest in befriending her, she only forged ties with a select and quite different group, as most did not pique her interest. Among her new friends was the one she liked best, Keith, the affable young man in charge of the game room, the Arcade, who offered her employment during the school year upon seeing her go there so often, forging a solid friendship based on common interests; two ruby-haired girls, Vicki and Nicole, with whom she shared lunch in the cafeteria and moments of hidden cigarettes under the staircase; and the charming Nancy Wheeler, who became a great ally during Sam's first days of adaptation. Obviously, in the best position was her little sister, Maxine, whom she sneaked into the Arcade and would give everything for. Despite all this, Danielle was quite flirtatious, so she liked to attract the attention of boys, flirt and play with their feelings when she went out at night with Vicki and Nicole. On the other hand, there were people that the brunette couldn't stand, the most notable being her stepbrother, Billy, and his close circle, except for the two redheads mentioned earlier. Exhausted by his arrogant attitude, the girl promised herself that one day she would punch that stupid face. The animosity was mutual. Even when Neil, her stepfather, forced Billy to take the sisters home and bring them from the institute, he occasionally "forgot" his duty, leaving them stranded there, returning on foot. To top it off, the intensity of their two characters caused constant altercations at home, always ending with Neil hitting and scolding Billy or yelling and blaming Susan for the behavior of his eldest daughter, which caused even worse behavior on the part of the eldest, who couldn't stand her mother, but after all, she was the one who had brought her into the world, so she didn't quite like the idea of someone raising their voice to her progenitor.

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myloveforfanfictonisendless · 8 months

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String That Ties Us

Pair: Optimus x oc x Megatron

Theme: love triangle

She was running along the injured prime towards the escape pod station not letting her gun rest in the intense shooting with cons.

They both had each other back as they should be in this situation.

As soon as they reached their destination without much reluctance she swiftly hustle prime into a singular pod. It was a shocker to the prime but before he could attempt to tug her with him the doors were shut and sealed with a hiss. All he was able to do was bang on the glass window with a continuous pace, completely taken back.

"Starlight!?"

A soft smile slipped out from her lips as her hand touched the metal surface. Prime's express was of demand, the cause of her actions.

"Team needs their leader and those scathered Autobots need you.... fulfill the role given to you chosen one "

Her formal voice shook a bit as to her it was a farewell. She took another breath to compose her speech for the prime.

"But fear not monument of our memories will forever be ignited in my spark. I will always be by your side as my duty adjures me to do so "

She slowly took step backwards from the pod as it prepared to launch to its designated destination.

Her lips gradually parted to say one last time but it was left inaudible due to the sound of the launch

"I love you Orion"

Quickly wiping her tears she prepared herself to walk out. All that is for her to do now is to protect what was left of her planet at all cost. There was still hope left in her that she could salvage what was left of her plane..

And she tried...

Her cold metal frame was later found out by none other than the warlord and that sight did more than just shattered his spark.

He trekked his way to her while keeping his stern eyes on her, observing her.

Her body was leaning against the pile of stone with her head tilted forward having her black void eyes sent out a wave of tranquility to any passer by. Her subtle smile across her lips was lingering around with a huge hole on her abdomen. That part was unavoidable to miss for anyone.

He had to step on the energon pool , created by the leakage of her wound in order to cradle her lifeless body in his tight arms. Any con or Autobot near that section at that inconsolable moment of the warlord might have heard something more than just a devastated roar of the tyrant. His grip on her grew stronger as a wave of unbridled emotions started to roam around teetering between aggression and lament.

He had seen injustice.

He had faced inequality.

He had witnessed unfairness.

But amidst all, his mind was able to picture the vividness of those blue eyes with the ethereal beauty of her smile on the fortunate day as his tapering fingers gently pressed her cold hands against his derma.

That fateful day took something precious from Megatron.

"You should try to smile more, Megatronous"

"I loved you so much Starlight"

But why did he have to take her away like this?

Why?

So this is a part of my stuff that started last year and still in WIP due to many writer block and other time consuming reasons.

#optimus prime #transformers #tfp #transformers prime #tfp optimus prime #megatron #megatron tfp #tfp megatron #maccadam #optimus prime x oc x Megatron #small clip #english is not my first language #angst #dreadful past #love triangle

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hangingslothcentral · 5 months

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Hello- sliding in with some creator-based questions! 1. How long do you spend on research for shows? Is it all done at the very beginning or more search for things when you need to?

2. How do you get more comfortable and confident writing longer monologues without feeling like you've lost a listener's attention? Is it in the background sound? Is it in long and fancy words? Hope the real-life horrors aren't consuming your whole soul! - Cry MJ

Hi!!! These are great Qs thanks for asking!!!

Research for stuff is really on going and developing as I make a project. I spend a significant chunk of time at the very beginning of a project reading around the subject areas involved to try to get a sense of whether or not it's something that will be able to hold my interest over a long period of time. Show making, as you know, means you're living with your project for hundreds of hours. It's every bit as big of a commitment as writing a novel, and more of one, if it's a multiseason show. It's kind of like compatility in relationships; you gotta scope out whether or not you're going to work out long-term at the beginning, and a good way to do that is research. Second to this, though, most of my shows are about something I'm coming in with a high base amount of knowledge of in one way or another. I read medical journals for fun, for example, so research for NQD is just building on existing knowledge and stuff. Sometimes there will be a specific area of interest I need to swot up in, like tarot for SBR. Research for shows very much on-going and grows along with the project.

2. I actually really struggle to recognise my work as being any good despite reassurannce from others. Instead, I dedicate huge amounts of time to practicing my craft. Writing is one of those things where the best way to improve is to do. It may not necessarily make you more confident, but it might help you find a loophole to bypass the self-doubt, which is what I find. Whilst I can't trust that my work is good, I CAN trust that I've definitely put the hours in to making it as good as I can personally make it, and that's usually enough to get me over the hump. Trust your audience, too; they have tuned into your show bc they like it, most of the time. You aren't holding them hostage. If they don't like the thing, that's fine, they'll just leave! Someone else WILL like it. Make the thing for them, instead. Another thing is to trust the characters. Why are they speaking this long in this way, uninterrupted? It's usually because they have something important or extremely interesting to say so let them speak! Sometimes, shy, reclusive characters will break up a monologue with hedging phrases, saying 'if that makes sense' or 'you know' to solicit feedback from their audience, whoever the audience is. It can be a good trick for a nervous writer worrying their Big Speech is overstaying its welcome. In short; make sure your monologues are in character, trust that you as a writer have done the work and are good at what you do, and trust that the audience who will enjoy your character's 4 minute rant about dead plants will come along and when they do, they'll love it so so much.

I hope this was interesting and helpful!! --- Eira xxxx

#eira speaks

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I think my biggest problem with Nancy is that her behavior towards others is excused in the show, for some reason she can treat others like shit but everyone is still worshipping every step she takes. If her behavior would be treated as bad behavior, like having consequences for her actions I wouldn't mind her so much. But because she can't do wrong in the shows narrative I feel kinda gaslit by the show because she's portrayed as a holier-than-thou person with flaws that will be excused.

Like why tf would Robin be so eager to befriend her after she treats her like garbage and as Steve's bff she has to know how things had ended. If I were Robin I would be vary of Nancy and def wouldn't encourage her to get with my bff again.

But I think Steve still doesn't have a clue that that Nancy cheated. Yeah he saw her with Jonathan but I doubt he knows they slept together two days after their fight. Plus because she was never honest with her feelings towards Steve, Steve is under the impression Nancy fell out off love because he couldn't be there for her, and not because he was always the second choice and as soon as Jonathan would have made a move she would have immediately left him. She literally admitted this in canon but everyone brushes over it because they were rooting for Jancy, even though that relationship was born out of cheating. Big L from Jonathan's side as well, he knew Steve was in the picture at Murray's but he still had sex with her.

But you can't discuss this, even though it's canon, within the fandom because you're labeled as a misogynist. Literally the amount of people who see nothing wrong with Nancy's treatment of Steve in s2 is astounding. S2 Steve is not S1 Steve, he was literally trying his best but he was also a dumb teenager trying to navigate through his own trauma and quite literally high school. People call him horrible because he brushed over Nancy's needs meanwhile Nancy was emotionally cheating on him for a year, both were bad for each other at that time. To paint Steve as a villian for trying to distract his gf, so she doesn't spill confidential information that could get them and their families killed by the government, is weird. If Steve would act like Nancy people wouldn't even questioning cheating, like they would constantly bring this up.

And now she kinda cheats on Jonathan with Steve again, idk also didn't like that Steve encourages this as well. Like bitch you know how you felt please stop. Nancy is not worth that trouble, she will never pick you because you will be always the second choice. I still don't know how to feel about the kids speech, inherently it's not as bad as people make it out to be. After all he confessed thinking he is about to die but he never forces her to suddenly become the mother to his kids. It's also telling how little he knows about Nancy, because she probably wasn't honest with him throughout the relationship so he has this idealized image of her. Again he soley blames himself for the failing of their relationship and having a new perspective, he dreams of the what if possibilities, completely unaware that the relationship hugely failed because Nancy never loved him from the beginning.

You’re absolutely correct.

I think what is frustrating is as people who consume this content we are well within our right to demand well-written complex women. And Nancy could have been that had they chosen to hold her accountable for some of the ways she’s treated Steve, Jonathan, and Robin. But they don’t so it makes it hard for me to really appreciate the way she’s written outside of what she adds to the plot.

Again it’s really frustrating to me because I absolutely loved Nancy before I liked any other character. With love and care they could have kept her as she is (an intelligent, strong-willed badass who doesn’t sacrifice her femininity) without excusing every kind of shitty that she does to the people around her. Real people have conflicts and dilemmas and do shitty stuff and great stuff. I think that’s where Nancy lives like in the better version of stranger things that lives in my head. Nancy wheeler IS a great character and I think she deserved a lot more attention and care than the writers room gave her.

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unspoken-unwritten · 1 year

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The Media of Today

My dad is a fan of 80's song that's why I often hear Jovit Baldivino's rendition of Faithfully and I eventually became a fan of his. When the singer was reported dead, I had to double check first and search in Google and look at his family's Facebook accounts just to confirm if he really did die. That's the first thing I did instead of just relaying my condolences and pray for the family. I had to go through those extra measures because the singer had been reported dead multiple times already. That was not the only instance that I had to double or even triple check the information I found on the internet. The new communication structure had destroyed my ability to be able to quickly discern what's true or not. The rise of new media definitely has benefits as it helps relay information faster to a large amount of people. However, the platforms we use today such as Facebook have no distribution control and transparency. Everyone has now become an outlet for news unlike the top-down approach we have in the past. That's why we have to be extra careful with what we are getting from the new network. Since the free form society has already passed the responsibility of discerning everything to us, let's take the challenge and do our own research.

Even though the new media we have today has its negative side such as the rise of fake news, it also has become our way for us to grow and to better express ourselves. I remember when I started my small ice cream business during the pandemic, at first, I was discouraged by the people around me and told me that I couldn't. It was definitely a struggle at the beginning as going outside is still restricted and no one came by our house to inquire about my poster outside for the ice cream that I was selling. But it did not stop me, I posted my products online and got many orders in day. All I used was my phone, internet, and my good idea. It's really just a matter of how you would use the discouragements you received and the new media that we have now to convert the negative into positive.

I agree with Marshall McLuhan’s phrase because I believe that the medium is a message. I was a chat support in a BPO company and our customers have different options to reach us. They can use either their phones or laptop. We are prioritizing those customers using laptop to chat us because using laptop can mean that they are not on the go and they need their concern resolved before going away from their screens. Unlike if they are using their phones, they can walk with their phones on hand, and most likely not in a rush. That emphasizes what McLuhan means with his phrases because the medium through which we choose to communicate holds as much, if not more, value than the message itself.

I love the song of Bo Burnham as it highlights how huge internet is and that we can see a lot of content and information. He portrayed the good side of the internet where in it has became a platform to express our freedom of speech and fight for our rights without actually going to rallies. However, Burnham has also showed the negative side of the internet such as being a platform to use for random guys to send nasty contents and the victim could be you or your younger sisters. It is also now being used to send hate to people and even death threats. The singer is not badmouthing the internet here but is actually giving a message of how internet has become a huge part of our lives and it depends on how you consume it.

One of the cons of having internet as a huge part of our lives is that sometimes, it's already drowning us with a lot of information. During the pandemic where everyone isolated inside their houses, the social media has become my eye to see the outside world. I thought that being updated in social media could make my days better as I felt connected with my friends even though we were apart and I can see the outside even though I was indoors, however, instead of making my day better, I felt even more anxious because of the several and consecutive bad news that I was seeing on my news feed such as the growing number of deaths from COVID-19 and the increasing cases of crime due to companies' closing. In fact, there has been a study from National Library of Medicine in 2020 showing that social media can affect the level of anxiety and depression in individuals. Something has to change. We cannot avoid bad things to happen but what we can do is to add more stories online. Stories about kindness, humanity, resilience, and empathy. Reference:

Big Think. (2017, January 21). How Social Media Killed Traditional News | Oliver Luckett | Big Think [Video]. YouTube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4oPj7hjPNhI CaseyNeistat. (2017, March 7). DO WHAT YOU CAN’T [Video]. YouTube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jG7dSXcfVqE

Nerdwriter1. (2015, August 26). YouTube: The Medium Is The Message [Video]. YouTube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2dHqdvXsys

boburnham. (2021, June 4). Welcome to the Internet - Bo Burnham (from “Inside” -- ALBUM OUT NOW) [Video]. YouTube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1BneeJTDcU

Jason Silva: Shots of Awe. (2020, December 16). HOW TO DESTROY THE LIMITING BELIEFS OF SOCIETY | Write a New Story [Video]. YouTube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wr26HnAFIc

#newmedia

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kuttanjal123 · 2 years

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REPRISAL FOR SHAME

Arjun and Simran were found together, and they were forcefully dragged into the car. It stopped at a deserted spot in the forest. Our car could unlock the trunk from the inside. Unfortunately, it was jammed. As I tried opening it, I heard them arguing.

"Papaji, this is between us. Leave Simran out of this," pleaded Arjun.

"Nahin ji (No sir), kill me ... not him," begged Simran.

"Why did you do this?! You brought dishonor to our family! And now we have to hang our heads in shame in front of the whole world! It's all over!" screamed Papaji.

"I don't fear death!" I heard Arjun scream. "Kill me! But can I ask you something? Is it a crime to love someone who is not one of us? Haven't you loved anyone before you married Ma?"

"Not another word!"

"You want to kill me, right?! Go ahead! Do it!"

"Mohi! Gagan! Feed this to that bitch!" screamed Papaji. "I will finish him off!"

I managed to get out. They tried to join hands, looking at each other, crying and saying they were sorry and that they loved each other. Simran was forced to consume poison as she yelled and was dragged by her hair. Arjun, bloody from all the beating and thrashing ... was strangled with a rope around his neck.

"I!" gasped Arjun as he struggled to breathe and held the rope around his neck, "I-I'm ashamed ... t-to call you m-my father."

Without saying anything further, Papaji aimed the gun at him and Simran and shot them repeatedly until the cries were over ... there was pin-drop silence.

"It is finished," I heard him say coldly.

As my uncles placed their arms on his shoulder, it looked like they'd successfully found a treasure chest case ... except it wasn't. This was murder. Cold-blooded, cruel murder. And they were celebrating it?

The hair on my neck stood up, I gulped ... chills ran through my body. I was unable to move. I was trying to process everything my father and uncles had done. I had just let my brother die, and I couldn't do anything about it. As they filled the burlap sacks with my brother and Simran, they headed off to a creek in the forest and dumped them in there.

Hiding inside the trunk, I heard Ma's words ring loud and clear through my mind. They walked inside. I began crying, but I couldn't make much noise since that would wake the others up. I knew Papaji would come to check on me to see whether I was asleep, and he sure did. I sped up before him and laid down in my bed.

I could hear movement outside the room. I peeped to see. Papaji was giving a speech.

"Arjun is not in this world anymore. We will not speak of him in this house. If anyone tries to tell Veer something about what happened, you all know quite well what could happen."

The lights went off.

I got up from bed, removed a picture of Arjun from the wall in his cricket attire, hid the frame, tip-toed downstairs, and began running. I just ran as fast and as far as I could aimlessly, without any direction, nonstop until I realized I was somewhere I had never been before. I stopped to look around. It felt like it was the race of my life.

Guru Aanath Ashram" (Guru Orphanage). I rushed inside.

"Sir, please help me."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Veer," I paused. "My name is Baldev. I don't know where I am. Which place is this?"

"This is Kotwali, beta." (son)

"Can I stay here?"

"Yes, of course."

I had to hide from my family, who would have begun searching for me. I didn't want to expose my true identity. Inside the orphanage, I noticed a huge framed portrait of Guru Nanak, affectionately called Babaji by us. God was one in many forms. I bowed down and joined my hands.

"Please spare Arjun and Simran's soul. May they rest in peace. There's been a mistake. Show some way in life."

As I got up, I noticed a flower from the top of the portrait fall down. This indicated good news. I nodded and walked away. I had never traveled in buses, trains, or auto rickshaws. I had never been outside Delhi. Looking back, I realized that my parents were watchful of who I mingled with and they were highly influential with wealthy connections. They sheltered me a lot. Where do I go from here? I wondered. I adjusted to the environment for the next few months and didn't talk much until spoken to. I was happy that I at least had a roof over my head and some food.

"Where are you from?" asked a boy.

"I don't know. I just ran away from somewhere and ended up here," I said.

"Ohh. My parents put me there and left," he said, pointing to a trash can. "Then these people picked me up from there and took me in."

I hugged him to express my sorrow.

"I don't feel bad. Maybe someday someone will adopt me. I don't mind living here if that doesn't happen. If you find someone to take you in, be happy. Life will be good."

He was so positive even though his own parents abandoned him. He had hope that things would get better, and if not, he was happy with what he had. I didn't know what to feel and how to feel. I certainly did feel guilty for what happened to Arjun. I was responsible. But I couldn't face my family, nor did I want to be a part of it. It was better that they accept that I was gone with Arjun. How? They shouldn't find out.

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pinkcadillaccas · 3 years

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God I'm just angry about everything after the confession yet again! I can't stop! It's ridiculous!

#last time cas died dean was in the same position #collapsed where it happened #unable to get up and move and help sam save the day #and that was without the huge speech of all consuming love!#and then afterwards dean couldn't find any joy he couldn't do anything without talking about getting cas back he couldn't accept that he wa #and he drops everything when he hears cas is back #but oh this time he's fine actually #gets over it pretty quickly #finds out cas is alive and goes huh that little scamp #what the fuck!!!#they could have latched onto the element of DISPAIR so much better!#everything sam and dean had is gone now #the people they loved and the people who loved them #they are alone and this is it #with their last breaths they will avenge those they have lost #and then it's done god is dead and they can rest but it's not over until they're back they have to get them back #they're not fighting for some vague sense of justice and righteousness #they're fighting madly and blindly for everything that has ever meant anything #and they have to get them back because if they don't get them back then what was it all for #what was all the pain and suffering and fighting and sacrafice for if they don't have them back #dean should be insensed because they've won but for once in his life he get's to be selfish and think what's the point in winning if he sti #but instead they made them stupid and cocky and even the amazing posibilities of showing their loneliness through their literally being com #they showed that cas was more important to dean than everything else he was motivated by by showing him ignoring sams calls #and they just did nothing with it #if the whole show is meant to be about loneliness and isolation and you can't even get that right then honestly what the fuck are you doing #im meant to be doing a maths paper right now actually but shhh #al is talking #al is mad as hell!#I'm so mad that the desktop version doesn't tell you when your tag is too long #trust me that i made some good points im just so mad

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Make You Mine

Pairing: father's best friend!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Genre: Smut with hints of angst and fluff

*18+ only; please do not consume if you are younger than 18 years old*

Warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, age gap, alcohol consumption, drunk dad, hickies, oral sex (f receiving), missionary sex, rough sex, squirting, creampie, hungover dad

*Please note that you are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of these warnings trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read!*

Summary: At your college graduation party, your father’s best friend, Tom Hiddleston, shows his true feelings towards you after seeing you with your guy friend the whole night.

Word Count: 6k

Notes: Prepare yourselves, friends, this one is gonna be a long ride. This piece is for the lovely Eyre’s (@buckyownsmylife) anniversary challenge. I had so much fun writing it tbh this is my favorite so far and I really hope you enjoy this. You have been a huge inspiration and an amazing friend. Honestly, this is the most enthusiastic I have ever been towards writing so I owe all of that to you! Thank you @give-me-a-moose for being my cheerleader while writing and for beta reading. Your feedback and support helped me tremendously :) The graphic below was made by me, however, I do not own any of the photos included. Please be gentle with me because this is my first attempt at graphics ;-;

Prompt: Character = Tom Hiddleston surprise surprise xD

AU = father’s best friend

Kinks = possessive/jealous/protective & angst to smut

“Congratulations, honey, I am so proud of you!” your father concluded, followed by a crowd of claps and cheers. Your eyes filled with joyful tears as your father finished his speech and took a swig of his beer. You had just graduated from undergrad and your father threw you a party for your special milestone. He loved throwing parties and it seemed like every opportunity he got, there would be a party in your backyard. Since you were the only child and your mother hasn’t been in the picture for years, you were your father’s pride and joy and he would go the distance for you without hesitation.

“I think I will make a speech for the graduate as well,” your father’s best friend, Tom, called out, rushing over to where you stood. Your cheeks warmed up as Tom snatched the microphone from your dad. The brim of your drink hit your lips and you chugged the rest of your cocktail. He grinned down at you before beginning a heartfelt speech about how he was glad you received a BFA in acting and you went to him for any advice. Tom went on about how he was privileged to watch you grow up and be another father figure to you. Hearing him call himself a father figure made your heart drop, yet you smiled past it as he continued his speech. A few Shakespeare quotes and words of affirmation later, Tom made a toast to you and brought you into a hug.

You had a secret crush on Tom for as long as you could remember. As a child, you would innocently tell your dad that you wanted to marry Tom, bringing your dad into a fit of laughter. You even cried when your dad had to tell you that you could not marry him because he was too old for you. Luckily, he made it up to you by buying you a stuffed plush that you have been wanting for Christmas. He never told Tom about it to avoid embarrassment every time Tom was over at the house.

As you grew older, you stopped vocalizing your love for Tom, but your feelings for him always lingered. Your dad assumed that you stopped liking Tom after the talk you two had and the assumption was confirmed when you started dating in high school. You only had a few boyfriends but they were nothing compared to Tom. You thought that dating guys your age would hide the fact that you were still in love with Tom, but it ended up hurting the guys you dated.

Once you started college, you decided to pursue acting because you were so amazed by how talented and passionate Tom was towards acting. You felt comfortable enough asking him for advice and he was more than happy to offer any advice that would help you grow as an actor. Tom and your dad attended every single performance during your undergrad years and talked to you for hours about how talented you were. It may have hurt you that Tom only saw you as his best friend’s daughter, but you were grateful that he made you feel safe and seen.

Your dad turned the playlist back on and everyone returned to socializing amongst each other. Tom followed your dad to a table and chatted about the party. Meanwhile, you went to the bar and made yourself another cocktail. A pair of hands grabbed your shoulders causing you to jump and spill your drink. You turned around defensively and rolled your eyes at the person behind you.

“Really, Sean? You owe me another drink,” you scolded your best friend, jabbing him in the chest with your finger. He laughed, pushing you to the side to make you the drink you spilled.

“You sure you haven’t had enough?” Sean joked, pouring juice and alcohol into a new cup. You slapped his shoulder causing him to laugh again. He handed you your drink and you both clinked your cups together. As you sipped your drink, you noticed Tom eyeing you from the table he and your dad sat at. From the look in his eyes, you couldn’t tell if he was drunk or upset or feeling something else. You pondered on any reason he would be mad at you, if he were actually mad at you. Tom was a mysterious man, even if you knew him all your life.

“Staring at Tom Hottieston again?” Sean mocked, drawing your attention back to him. You blushed but it wasn’t from the alcohol. He laughed at how dumbfounded you looked and took another sip. With Sean being your best friend, he knew about your secret infatuation with Tom. He was the only other person, in fact the only person, that you have told about Tom. It was wrong and weird to be in love with someone who was like another dad to you, but luckily, Sean was supportive and didn’t judge you.

“You know what, if you won’t do anything, I will,” Sean added. You shushed him in annoyance, looking over to Tom. Even though he was talking to your now drunk dad, it was as if his eyes never left you.

“Can we not have this conversation here?” you said in a low voice. Sean looked over to where Tom sat and Tom suddenly turned his gaze towards your dad.

“Fine, let’s go inside,” Sean suggested, turning on his heels to walk into the house. Before you followed him inside, you looked back to find your dad drinking another shot with some of his friends. They all cheered for him while Tom relaxed into his chair, drinking bottled water. You sighed and shook your head at your drunk dad and walked into the house. Even with your back turned to him, you could still feel Tom’s gaze lingering on you.

The party died down and you and Sean were waiting on the couch for his Uber to pick him up. The two of you spent the last two hours talking about Tom and how gorgeous and caring he was. You stopped talking as you heard Tom walk in with your dad.

“C’mon, Phil, just a few more steps inside,” Tom heaved with your dad practically slung around him. Your dad muttered some incoherent words, leading him to tumble over his steps. Your instincts took over and you and Sean ran to help your dad stand up straight.

“You okay, sir?” Sean asked. Your dad grunted and tried to play it off as if he wasn’t drunk. You and Tom just sighed.

“How about we try to sit him down,” Tom interrupted, leading them to the couch you were just sitting on. The men successfully plopped your dad on the couch where he immediately fell asleep. Tom sat on the vacant side of the couch, patting your dad on the shoulder. The living room was silent until Sean’s phone buzzed.

“Oh, looks like my Uber is here,” he announced. Tom stood up to thank Sean for coming and shook his hand in a seemingly painful grip that made Sean wince. Once Tom released him, you led Sean to the door, also thanking him. Before Sean stepped outside the door, he whispered a suggestive good luck and winked at you. You shut the door on him and groaned at the mess you had to clean up.

“This is going to be fun cleaning up,” you sarcastically mumbled to yourself. You began picking up empty cups and stacking them together.

“No, darling, allow me!” Tom butted in, trying to grab the trash from you. “This was your party. You shouldn’t have to clean.”

“It’s fine, Tom, just at least let me help.” Tom nodded and you both continued cleaning around the house. You both made small talk as the house and backyard became more presentable. You could still feel Tom’s eyes burning into you to the point where you would clean up the outside while he stayed inside. Once the backyard was back to normal, and you were comfortable facing Tom again, you walked back inside to find Tom washing his hands.

“So, that Sean guy is pretty cool,” Tom blurted uncharacteristically. You blinked in confusion at his tone as he dried his hands. Tom furrowed his eyebrows anticipating how you would respond.

“Uh yeah, he’s a good friend,” you awkwardly replied, joining him by the sink. You focused on cleaning your hands as Tom rolled his eyes at your reply. Your muscles tensed and you shut the water off. You aggressively shook your hands, not caring where the water droplets would land.

“Is something wrong? You have been acting really weird the whole night and you’re normally not like this,” you finally addressed with an irked tone. Tom scoffed at you, unphased by your annoyance. You were growing angrier by the minute but you still stood your ground.

“Are you two seeing each other? If you are, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Tom stated. You grimaced at the thought of being with your best friend.

“What? No, we’re not dating- Where are you even getting this idea from? We’re just friends!” you yelled. You pushed past him without even thinking about where to go. You barely made it out of the kitchen when his next words stopped you in his tracks.

“Don’t give me that! I saw how you looked at him and how he touched you. Friends don’t act like that-”

“Yeah, I know that you saw that because you were staring at me the whole damn night! Didn’t anyone tell you it was rude to stare? And I honestly have no idea what you mean when you say that I look at him a certain way.” You let out an irritated sigh before continuing. “It’s like you’re jealous of him or something.”

“Well, maybe I am!” Tom shouted, running a hand through his hair. “You’re just settling and wasting your time only to be unhappy later. I know you can do better than this because you deserve better!” You felt any remaining traces of alcohol leave your system. Yet you were still in disbelief from what he was saying.

“What are you trying to say, Thomas?” you spat through gritted teeth. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and your nails claw into your palms.

“I’m saying that I am in love with you!” Tom finally admitted, throwing his hands up in defeat. His words pierced through your heart but he wasn’t even done. “I know I shouldn’t because of Phil and our age difference but god damn it, I don’t care anymore! I have loved you since you were 18 and started acting. I saw the way your eyes sparkled every time you were on stage. And then the way you smiled when you greeted me every time I came over. God, you are beautiful when you smile! I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time and I don’t know what to do with them, especially because you’re Phil’s daughter and you probably see me as just another dad. Fuck it, I love you, and I’m not ashamed to admit it!”

You didn’t realize your eyes welled up until a single tear fell from your eye. Every word that came out of Tom’s mouth was everything you had dreamed of and it still didn’t feel real. Tom unclenched his muscles that he didn’t know were tensed. He inched closer to you but still leaving a space between you two. You peered up into his blue eyes that also glossed with tears.

“Y-you love me?” You finally choked out. It was your turn to take a step towards him, closing the respectable space between your bodies. Your heart beat so harshly against your chest and throat that you worried Tom would be able to hear it.

“Yes, darling, I always have,” Tom began, a tear trickling down his cheek. You have never seen Tom cry so you knew his words were genuine. He stepped closer to you until he was able to place his hands on your shoulders.

“But if you don’t feel the same way, I get it. You’re-” Tom couldn’t finish his sentence as your hands ran up to his chest.

“No. I do.” You muttered as another tear dropped onto the floor. “I love you, too, Tom!” Your bodies were now pressed against each other and your heartbeats synced together as you quietly stayed in this moment. Your eyes were focused on his lips that curved into an adoring smile, and you could tell he was doing the exact same with you. His hands that were on your shoulders grabbed your jaw and he leaned forward to press his lips onto yours.

You gasped against his lips and your hands snaked around his neck to deepen your kiss. Part of you wanted to believe all of this was a dream but the other part of you screamed this is real, you fucking idiot, just kiss him. Tom’s lips were so warm and soft, maybe even softer than you imagined them to be. They smashed against yours in a fiery passion that would make it impossible to put out even with strenuous attempts. When you thought the kiss was over, Tom reeled you back in and took your breath away all over again.

The kiss was interrupted by loud snores that came from the living room. Both of your heads turned in the direction of the noise and you both giggled remembering your drunk father passed out on the couch.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think he heard us. He will most likely be knocked out cold for the rest of the night,” you reassured. Tom laughed, turning his head back to you.

“Well, I have known Phil longer than you have been alive. I know he will be okay.” He pressed a gentle kiss on top of your head that still made your knees weak.

“So, uhh, now what?” you inquired. You realized the gears in Tom’s head were turning as a playful grin splayed on his face.

“Darling, remind me where your room is,” Tom said, scratching the stubble on his cheek.

“Oh, it’s upstairs and just go to the very end of the hall,” you replied pointing in the direction of the stairs. Tom nodded while gazing up and down your body. When you tried to ask why, Tom hoisted you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Thomas!” you yelped, instantly covering your mouth in fear that your sleeping father might have heard you. Luckily, another snore echoed against the walls of the living room. “What are you doing? Put me down!” you protested. Tom simply snickered and proceeded with carrying you up the stairs. You were impressed and slightly turned on by how easily he held you over his shoulder. A shiver crept up your spine as he wrapped a strong arm around your waist once he reached the top of the stairs.

“Tom, is there a reason for all this?” you asked the man underneath you. You were naive to think he would tell you but instead, he just chuckled again. Once he arrived at your room, he kicked the door open and shut it right behind him. He wasted no time in throwing you onto your bed and crawling on top of you. Tom held himself above you with his muscular arms, and a strand of hair dangled in front of his face.

“I’m gonna do what I should have done when I first fell in love with you. Make you mine.” With that, Tom’s lips were on yours for the third time that night. You pulled him close to your body with your arms as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Feeling his tongue flick along yours was the hottest thing you have ever experienced and you craved more of it.

“Tell me you love me, darling,” Tom whispered against your lips. You kissed him passionately but quickly.

“I love you, Tom! I love you so much!” you breathed out, lips still brushing against one another.

“Say it again, baby, I love hearing you say it,” he commanded, desperation clear in his voice.

“I love you so fucking much Tom! You’re all I ever wanted. Make me yours,” you exclaimed with a fiery kind of love.

“God, I fucking love you, too! I love you, darling,” Tom mumbled, kissing down to where your jaw and neck met. You giggled feeling Tom’s stubble tickle every spot he kissed. As his lips pecked down your neck, they lingered longer and became more sensual. You tried to stifle a moan as he licked and sucked the crook of your neck. He pulled away admiring the mark he left on you.

“Fuck, you’re mine, baby!” Tom groaned as a sultry darkness clouded his light blue eyes. “All mine!”

“Gimme more! Please! I want more, Tom!” you whimpered. You didn’t care one bit about how marked up your neck would be in the morning. You couldn’t even think about how you would explain how your neck became so discolored to someone, let alone your father. All you cared about was how badly you wanted Tom and how badly he wanted you.

Tom fulfilled your pleas, making sure that no part of your neck was neglected. As he left one last love bite on your neck, he pulled your sundress off, leaving you only in your thong. Tom’s mouth flew open and a moan came out. His pants grew uncomfortably tighter at the sight of you almost naked before him.

“Such a naughty girl! Wearing no bra,” Tom tutted, his large hands cupping your breasts. You shivered as your nipples hardened under his palms. Tom chuckled, “Hmm interesting, I wonder what would happen when I ever so slightly-” His thumbs rubbed against your nipples to test his theory. Just as he predicted, you contorted your body and moaned while shutting your eyes.

“It’s okay, baby girl. I know it feels good. It will feel much better if you opened your eyes and watched how good I make you feel.”

You opened your eyes as he squeezed your breasts that were covered in goosebumps. Without breaking eye contact, Tom lowered his head to latch his mouth to one of your breasts while massaging the other. He gently but teasingly flicked the tip of his tongue against your nipple before biting and sucking into the soft flesh. His name dragged erotically from your mouth as patches of hickies formed around your breast. Tom smirked before repeating the same attack to your other breast.

“So beautiful, covered in my marks, darling,” Tom husked, tracing his long fingers along your bruises. “Is this what you wanted, hmm? For your dad’s best friend to wreck that beautiful body of yours?” All you could respond with was a low moan, which made Tom laugh. “I know, sweet girl, I wanted the same thing.” Tom lifted his shirt off his body and tossed it to where your sundress laid. Your mouth watered at how his body was sculpted like a god, and that was just him without his shirt. Tom’s lips curved into a smug smile when he caught you staring at his muscles.

“Don’t be shy, baby. You can touch me, after all, I am yours.” That was all he needed to say before you eagerly reached out to run your hands slowly up his abs to his chest. Tom moaned blissfully as you sat up to kiss from his collarbone down to his pecs. He let out a surprised gasp when you bit and sucked a bruise into his pec in the same fashion that he did to you. You kissed over the mark, satisfied with how flustered you made him.

“Mine,” you whispered before pulling him into a heated kiss. As your lips mashed together, you felt Tom’s cock poke your thigh through his pants. You tried to reach down to grab it but Tom pushed you back down on the bed, spreading your legs again. As much as he yearned for your dainty hands to engulf his thick cock, he realized that your pleasure was also his. And so as long as you were pleased, so was he.

“No, darling, not yet. Let me take care of you and show you what you have been missing.” Tom peppered kisses all over your thighs before sliding your panties off of you. Instead of discarding them in the pile of clothes on the floor, he shoved them in his back pocket. You tried to protest but he held up his hand to shut you up.

“They’re mine now,” he hissed possessively, inching down to where you wanted him most. His breath ghosted over your exposed skin, causing you to bite your lower lip. “Mmm, and this pussy,” he paused, inhaling your scent, “this pussy is all mine!”

“Please, Tom, I-I want-” you begged once his face was right in front of your dripping pussy. Tom grinned at how aroused he made you. He considered teasing you until you broke down crying for him, but he was more interested in tasting your delicious pussy presented for him.

“Who do you belong to, darling?” Tom asked, peering up at you through his eyelashes. His pink lips were pursed as if he was ready to wrap them around your clit. Instead, they just hung there to toy with you until you told him what he wanted to hear.

“Y-you, Tom, I belong to you!” you whimpered. “Please, just eat my pussy, p-please!” Tom let out a faint fuck before diving straight to your pussy. You cried out in relief and pleasure as Tom finally gave into your desires, using his tongue and lips to explore your wet center.

“Y-yes T-Tom yes, ohh f-fuck,” you stuttered, hearing your voice change in pitch. Tom moaned against you, causing vibrations to flow from your folds up to the top of your spine. You couldn’t see, but he managed to take off his pants and boxers all while his mouth was still attached to your pussy. He warmed up his cock with his fist as he shoved his tongue inside your moist opening. You widen your legs more so you could push him further in between your legs and grind on his face.

“Fuck yeah, baby! Fuck my face like that,” Tom growled, his lips shining with your slickness. “So fucking hot, shit!” You gripped his hair for leverage as you bucked your hips on his mouth while his tongue did figure eights inside you. You hummed his name like a broken record as your lower stomach twisted into a knot.

“T-Tom, I-I fuck,” you whined, “m-make me cum, Tommy, ahhh!” Hearing you call him Tommy in that high pitched voice drove him to intensify his assault on your pussy. He moved his hand faster on his dick, making it grow harder and longer.

“Cum on my mouth, pretty girl!” Tom ordered, licking a stripe on your clit. “And say my name like that, sounded so sexy.” Tom sealed his lips around your clit to harshly suck it. A few sucks later, that knot in your stomach snapped, causing streams of your wet climax to flow from your pussy. You screamed his name the way he liked it, followed by breaths of curse words. Tom removed his mouth from you as you tried to calm yourself down. He gathered your juices from his face onto his hand and used it as lube to jerk his cock. You felt your pussy flutter again as you watched his length pulse and grow in his hand. Tom positioned himself over you again, slapping his cock against your sensitive hole. You jumped but he pressed your hips back on the bed with his free hand.

“Tommy-y-y, i-it’s so hard,” you mewled, “I want you inside me, please, baby!” You were overly turned on by how huge his cock was. All you could think about was finally being able to make love to the man you secretly longed for. Normally, you would not let any man inside you without a condom, but if Tom’s intention was to make you his, then there was no need for one. Besides, you wanted to feel every bit of him while he was inside you.

“Oh I know, baby. So needy,” Tom taunted, one corner of his mouth curving upward to a smirk, “if anything hurts, tell me, okay?” You nodded with a barely audible mhm. He lined himself at your entrance and slowly pushed himself past your folds. You flinched once he was halfway inside you, wondering how he would make you feel if he were all the way in.

“Are you okay, darling?” Tom asked, holding your hand tenderly.

“More than okay,” you smiled up into his light eyes. “I am yours, and that’s all I ever wanted.” Tom bent down to kiss you lovingly while pushing further into you. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he started thrusting in and out of you. This was everything you had ever dreamed of and you were over the moon that it was coming true. You felt Tom interlock his hands with yours and he pinned them above your head. Carnal bliss took over your body as Tom’s thrusts become more rhythmic.

“You’re so big, Tommy,” you murmured, stretching around his girth. “I love how good you feel inside me.” Tom threw one of your legs over his shoulder to deepen his strokes. It allowed him to hit that sweet spot inside of you that made you scream out his name. “Holy fuck! You’re so deep, I love it. I want it. I want more!”

“Yeah, baby, you like how I fuck you? All nice and deep like this? God, you’re so fucking tight! I bet you’ve never had someone so big inside you huh?” Tom’s dirty words became filthier each time he harshly pounded into you. You badly wanted to release yourself from his grip around your wrists so you could touch him. Too bad his hands had you locked in place. He chuckled darkly, “I love this pussy so much, baby girl. It’s my pussy now. Mine to play with. Mine to lick, tease, and fuck. Whenever I want. For as long as I want.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he tortured you with his dirty words and hard thrusts.

“I’m yours, baby, all yours,” you wailed, “Ahh, I wanna cum again.” You sensed that familiar knot in your stomach again. Tom let go of your hands so he could rub your clit to the same rhythm of his strokes.

“Cum for me again, darling!” He grunted, “I know you can do it. Make those pretty noises so everyone knows who the fuck you belong to.” His fingertips circled on your clit as his tip pressed against your G-spot. His cock slipped out of you as you erupted into euphoria. You were so overwhelmed with ecstasy that you didn’t notice yourself squirting all over Tom’s lower half. An animal-like growl came from his throat, snapping you back to your senses. You too were amazed that you actually squirted since you didn’t think it was possible.

“Oh my fucking god, that’s so hot!” Tom growled, using his engorged cock to soak up your wetness. You squeaked when he pushed your thighs further back and started pumping inside you again. You clutched onto his wrists as he brutally penetrated you, his cock throbbing inside of you.

“F-feels s-s-so g-good, ohh my god!” you panted, drunk off your second orgasm and feeling your third one creeping up. You could tell Tom was close to his orgasm as he moaned your name and sunk his nails into your thighs.

“I’m so close, baby,” Tom whimpered with desperation in his voice. “I’m gonna cum inside that pussy and make you mine. I love you so much!” You could never get tired of hearing him say those words.

“Cum inside me, Tommy! Please, I want it so bad,” you pleaded. “I want all of you. Please cum baby please!” With that, you and Tom climaxed together, holding each other like your lives depended on it. His mouth was wide open as sensual moans escaped his mouth. Your insides grew warm and full as his cum painted your walls. Once he was done filling you to the brim, his lips lazily captured yours and you slowly kissed each other.

“How are you feeling, darling?” Tom asked softly. “Did I go too hard on you?” You shook your head amongst the afterglow. He whispered praises and left butterfly kisses on your forehead until you both caught your breaths. A few moments later, Tom pulled out of you and you felt the mixture of sex trickled from your used hole, making you shutter with sensitivity.

“I’ll be back with a warm towel, okay, baby?” he added before heading into the bathroom. While Tom was gone, you gathered the cum leaving your body onto your finger and you pushed it back inside you. You figured it would be less to clean and it would please Tom knowing that you didn’t let any trace of him leave you. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a small velvet box tied together by a white ribbon. You snatched it off your nightstand and you eagerly unraveled the ribbon to open the box.

“I see you found the gift I got you,” Tom announced, standing in the doorway with a wet cloth in his hand. You directed your attention towards him and took a moment to admire how he looked naked. You were in awe of how built his muscles were, along with how hair trailed down from in between his chest to his groin. Even soft, his dick was still bigger than any that you have ever seen before. Tom snickered when he caught you gawking over him and joined you on the bed again.

“See something you like, darling?” Tom stated more like a confirmation rather than a question. You blushed and hid your laugh behind your hand. Tom didn’t need an explanation from you. After having sex with him, he knew you were just as crazy for him as he was for you.

“Go ahead and look at what I got you, I think you will like it,” he winked before dabbing in between your legs with the towel. As Tom cleaned your body, you opened the box to reveal a layered pearl necklace with a heart charm. You gasped at how beautiful the necklace was, making Tom smile at your reaction.

“Tom, it’s beautiful!” you exclaimed, pulling it from the box. “I love it. Thank you so much!” You threw your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

“C’mere and let me put it on you, baby girl,” Tom demanded, pulling you into his lap. You handed him the necklace and watched him concentrate on hooking it properly. He trailed his hand down the pearls and held the charm in his hand. He hummed in satisfaction to himself.

“There you go, now everyone will know you’re mine.” Tom beamed a pretty smile and you had no choice but to kiss him again. You tangled your hands in his hair and ground your bare pussy on his cock. Tom pulled away from your lips and giggled.

“Slow down, my love,” he cooed. You gushed at his new pet name for you. “As much as I love making you feel good, we both need rest.” If exhaustion didn’t take over your body, you would have pouted until Tom caved in and fucked you again. Ultimately, you agreed that sleep was what was best, especially with the chance of your dad waking up. You both sunk into the pillows and you curled into his side while he held you tenderly. You traced the grooves of his muscles while he stroked your hair.

“I love you, Tom! I love you so much!” you yawned. Before you drifted into slumber, he whispered the same three words back to you.

You woke up to the soreness of your body taking over as you recalled the events of last night. Stretching your arms, you noticed the opposite side of your bed empty. A wave of sadness rolled over you, longing for Tom’s presence again. Did he realize that last night was a mistake and he ran off before you could wake up? Did your dad find out about you two? Did he really mean everything he said?

Suddenly, the smell of frying bacon and eggs filled your nose. It was strange to hear cooking downstairs because your dad could not cook even if he had to save your life. The puzzle pieces came together once you heard not one but two men conversing and laughing.

Tom!

You happily giggled to yourself, looking down and clutching the necklace he gave you before you fell asleep in his embrace. While reminiscing on that particular moment, you also remembered something else.

You cursed under your breath eyeing the hickies that coated your body. The love bites made you feel sexy and wanted, but you wouldn’t let yourself be caught dead with them, especially with your father now awake. Luckily, it was gloomy outside so you could get away with wearing a turtleneck. Wincing in pain, you hobbled out of your bed to your closet. That was a sting that you could get used to. You put on one of your turtleneck sweaters with black sweatpants, doing a once over in the mirror by your door. Pulling your necklace from behind the collar, you felt confident enough to go downstairs.

Walking down the stairs was more of a struggle than you anticipated it to be. Your pussy was still swollen and your legs felt like jelly with each step you took. If it weren’t for the rails, you would have tumbled down and had to have your dad or Tom come save you. Not that it would have been a bad thing.

“Ahh, good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” your father called out once you entered the kitchen. You greeted him and hugged him from his chair as he took a sip of water. Although you were glad that he appeared to be a lot better than last night, you hoped that he was drunk enough to not be aware of what happened last night between you and Tom. Meanwhile, Tom was fixing three different plates of breakfast. He spun around and met your gaze, grinning from ear to ear.

“Eat up darling, I made your favorite,” Tom chirped, handing you two plates for you and your dad. You thanked him and he walked past you to subtly brush his hand against your lower back. He winked at you when he caught you shivering against his touch. You would get back at him for that later.

Once you were all gathered at the table, you all simultaneously took a bite of the food Tom cooked. Your dad sighed once a combination of bacon and eggs hit his taste buds.

“Thomas, I cannot thank you enough for being such an amazing friend and for treating my little girl the way you do. I honestly don’t know what I would do without you, man,” your dad stated, still slurring his words. Tom firmly patted him on the upper back, which was his way of telling your dad that he loved him.

“Aww, Phil. You know I would move mountains for you.” Tom responded before shooting you a sly wink across the table. “For both of you.” Even if he didn’t specify it, you knew his words were mostly directed at you. You knew because the necklace that hung around your neck already confirmed his love for you. It was a promise of the future the two of you would have together. A reminder that you were his and he was yours.

And what more could you possibly want?

*Thanks for reading :) Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. Your responses are what keep me motivated to write. However, please do not repost or translate my work anywhere.*

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 years

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I love when great writers I haven’t seen yet pop up on my dashboard. Hi to you! 😘 I just went through all your KNB! Never find enough content anymore! 😩 Anyhow, I didn’t see that you’ve written for Kasamatsu but if you don’t mind can I get something for him and Akashi falling for and confessing to someone NOT their type? They like serious dignified girls. So, a girl who is a sarcastic prankster, always teasing. A lot like Kise or someone who would be Kise’s female bestie. Once they get to know her they see how she’s really compassionate and just wants people to laugh and smile. 👉👈🥺🙏💘

Akashi

"Gaaaah! This is taking too loooong!!" [Y/N] whined as they stretched out across the table the 3 of them were sitting at in the courtyard for study group. Causing Mayuzumi to frown and Akashi to shake his head fondly.

"A temple of knowledge is not built overnight. It is built over time. Stone by stone."

"And caffine." [Y/N] interjected on Akashi's nice speech as they stood and grabbed their bag. "I'm gonna get a coffee from the vending machine. I'll be back in a bit. Feel free to learn without me!" Then they were bouncing off, suddenly with more energy, to find a vending machine.

Alone, and finally quiet, Mayuzumi sighed heavily. "I can't believe you're dating them." He muttered.

The forward returned to his paper, then moments later felt compelled to look back up. If his hair wasn't already white it would have turned so in that moment with the look Akashi was giving him. The sheer cold heat in his gaze. Consuming him so it made him feel like he was 2 feet tall. Like a mouse caught in the gaze of a lion ready to strike. "Do you want to say that again?"

"N-No...." Mayuzumi stammered. Not comforted at all by the red head's cool smile in return.

"Good."

Akashi turned his gaze away from the other man towards [Y/N]. Softening as they bounded back up to them with drinks for all 3 of them. "Here Mayuzumi-san. I got you a milk tea since I know you like them."

"T-Thank you." He replied and took the drink, but dare not drink it.

He wasn't sure how Akashi could have posioned it in a vending machine for the slight, but he wasn't certain that he couldn't. Better to play it safe than sorry.

Kasamatsu

Kasamatsu grit his teeth. Stupid Kise and his stupid good looks, and stupid athetic ability, and stupid easy way he could just talk to girls. It wasn't fair!

It had taken all his courage, and a fair amount of practicing, to get up the nerve to ask [Y/N] to go out with him for the weekend. His weakness for talking to girls was well known. So it was a huge accomplishment for him to even get most of the way through what he was trying to say.

Then Kise (stupid Kise) overheard what he was trying to say and invited himself along on this now group date.

Now the two of them were chatting it up and laughing like crazy, while Kasamatsu was left out in the cold.

"Oh! Look at that top! It's so pretty!"

"You should try it on [Y/N]-cchi! I'm sure it would look super cute on you!" Kasamatsu grit his teeth again. He wanted to say that, but was too tongue tied to get the words out.

[Y/N] told them that they'd just be a second, and left their bags with the boys before heading in. Blowing both of them a kiss.

Kise pretended to catch it and blew one back, to which Kasamatsu grumbled loudly this time. "I hate it when you do that."

"Hn? Do what?" Kise asked. Seeming genuinely confused.

"That! Acting all kiddy and stuff like that. It's ridiculous. You're in highschool. Have some pride."

"Waaaa??" Kise sounded in alarm. "How come they get away with it and I don't??"

Kasamatsu crumpled his mouth at the blonde, then turned away in what he thought was a dignified huff; but it was really a pout. "It's cute when they do it...."

Kise's eyes widened a little, before they returned to normal and he smiled knowingly at his teammate. "Bull," he said calmly, "I'm hella cute."

Kise doesn't say more on the topic, or give Kasamatsu any more greif about it. Which, surprised him. The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon in the shopping district. Kise being there actually helped because it gave Kasamatsu something to focus on instead of his nerves.

He would never be as stupidly handsome or social as Kise, but it was good to know he wasn't totally hopeless.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#seijuro akashi #akashi seijuurou x reader #knb akashi #kasamatsu yukio #knb kasamatsu #kasamatsu x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket scenarios #kuroko no basket imagines #knb kise #kise ryouta #knb scenarios #knb imagines #[never wrote for kasamatsu before]#[be gentle]#female reader

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deanofcas · 3 years

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this got so stupid long for no reason so no need to even read this but like........see THIS is why thee most powerful moment of supernatural for me personally is “you know what every other version of you did after gripping him tight and raising him from perdition? they did what they were told. but not you.” it’s the closest we get to explicit and loud confirmation that this is who castiel is: a bastion of free will that guarantees freedom of choice in this universe alone; a shining illustration of all that could be without the machinations of an ambivalent God. that speech, tucked away at the end of cas’s second to last episode, in the literal eleventh hour.... stands alone as nearly the only time in the latter half of supernatural where castiel’s singularity is acknowledged, that his power (just in being) is referenced, that his intrinsic connection with dean is woven into the narrative as something textually More Powerful Than God. it’s a rare return to form for his character, a single moment he’s an individual whose desires shape the narrative, and it only happens in the direct lead up to his ultimate demise (important in that it can only be Voiced when dean is about to be away from cas and thus safe).

cas was introduced to us as a barely contained wave of cosmic intent, capable of raising dean from hell and throwing him back, a soldier unafraid to bloody himself and others in service to a cause (humanity, dean), a being with constrained desires so strong that even breathing the barest hint (doubt) was enough to catapult castiel (willingly) from the hold of heaven. he’s tactile, he’s forceful, he’s physical, he’s more powerful than any of the humans around him are capable of perceiving, and it’s all focused around one thing: want want want want want. dean. dean. dean. dean. from the moment he enters the narrative, castiel is bristling with energy, he’s a Threat, and it’s dean who is magnetized to him. it’s dean he allows to (sometimes) overpower him, and it’s dean he crowds. it’s dean who becomes the unknowing object of divine worship (and with that, divine desire). castiel was never meant to be a fixture on supernatural, simply because the things he Wanted were so Huge and so tenuously held back, that if allowed to continue on the trajectory they set him on, would have wholly consumed the entire narrative, or at least one of the two leads.

so then we have the wife-ing of cas. we have his raw, sexual, worshipping, unavoidable, all-consuming, decidedly-actionable desires quieted into something more palatable, more neatly controlled. cas’s magnetized orbit around dean becomes subservient rather than consuming. cas’s masculine strength gets muted (he’s a damsel through a set of increasingly complicated plot contrivances). cas’s desire to serve (dean) is shifted to a safer outlet (fatherhood), and cas and dean’s connection is minimized, often through the only means strong enough - having cas literally offscreen. love becomes sacrifice rather than freedom, it becomes unassuming usefulness rather than worship. the power to act on desire, and nearly all trace of desire itself, is wiped away, and Having turns into Being. the i want i want i want i want that has been present for 12 years is only referred to as “The Thing”.

but ultimately.......................... the soft, gentle, nonthreatening, platonic nerfed cas is still the castiel who raised dean from perdition, is still the castiel who wrote his own chapter and never went back on script, is still the castiel who knit dean’s bones back together and glimpsed his soul through his own grace, is still the castiel who built a new faith inside of a man who didn’t think he deserved to be saved. and the show, at the end of it all, had a cruel and petty God look his former angel in the face and say your love is the one thing that is different. they needed to make cas less of a threat so the show could continue on without being sucked into the vortex of unchecked (masculine, homosexual) desire, but that desire (love love love love love) STILL ended up being the single most important act of free will IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE. and they don’t bring it up again, they take cas away and they don’t allow dean to mourn or articulate or breathe more life into this Thing they’ve tried to squash. but cas remains the most powerful being in the entire show, after all of that, because of his unwavering, celestial love for dean.

#dont read this i just finished work and im insane #lets just say cas girls stay winning #long post //#cas #deancas

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There are cameras in the Dungeon

So this hit me and destroyed me all at once and my mind went bonkers imagining how Dean would at some point realize it too and how it would play out. This is set sometime between 15x19 and 15x20.

It’s the middle of the night in the bunker.

Dean is sleeping in his room, a night like most others. A bottle of liquor casually resting on the night stand.

He moves in his troubled sleep, now lighter… Then he wakes up—in sudden fright. As realization occurs.

The cameras.

His eyes spring open, all of a sudden—as he’s lying on his back.

Oh, God. The cameras.

He throws away the sheets and he’s out of the bed.

He sits in front of the computer, his hands shaking, a little pale and sweaty in his white t-shirt and grey pajama bottoms, his feet still naked on the floor as he had them in bed.

The whole huge room and bunker are in the dark, the only light being the computer screen flashing on his scared face as he searches through the folders and files.

Then a file catches his attention. He hesitates... then selects it. Waits for it to roll fast forwarded, until he presses the space bar to slow it on play.

His wide eyes flicker. He gets closer to the screen— Presses it immediately again to pause it, petrified.

It’s the footage from the cameras in the Dungeon. The paused screen shows Dean, who had just entered to seek refuge in the room with Cas, still suffering from Death’s chokehold on his heart.

The light in Dean’s eyes is gleaming now, on the verge of cracking. Passes one hand on his face in an attempt to hold back the tears, but something’s coming up from inside him, rushing in all at once—

He stands, runs to the other room: it’s like a panic attack, and he can’t breathe anymore, a pain in his chest and he leans forward, his arms and hands on the wall, hyperventilating…

He sits again in front of the computer sometime after, having managed to tame the panic attack. But still quite visibly shaken, terrified… waits some moments more, alone in the dark silent room, then he presses play. Puts the headphones on. Unmutes the video.

He attentively watches the screen. His expression holding the same tender vulnerability he had that day. His eyes softly surrendered, now gleaming wet with worn-out tears that can’t even find the strength to fall.

But as the scene unfolds clear in front of his eyes they do, they bawl down on his face without his control, like he doesn’t even realize it, such tight is his grip on that screen, on each frame, on each and every word.

He tilts his head in some points. It’s like he’s one with the screen.

Redness and gleaming tears grew in his eyes as he was about to hear him say it—as he was reaching out to it…

“I love you.”

And those heavy overfilled tears drop down at once, as he’s holding the same expression he had that day—

He’s wearing his worn-out pain all over his face, tired, this isn’t new pain. It’s a pain he’s been wearing inside like he’s been breathing air, secretly, consumed, like ashes still forever burning after a fire.

“Don’t do this, Cas.”

Don’t do this. And he’s just sitting there in front the screen completely lost in it—until he sees himself turn around on the record—then he hits the pause button in an awakened shake of terror.

No— not that part. He’s now visibly shaken again, adjusts himself on the chair. Only now noticing the mess of tears on his face he roughly brushes away in a quick gesture, his attention directed to the screen again.

He stands there for a few moments. Lost and confused. Completely alone, faced with the recorded testament of his worst and most treasured memory.

Replays the I love you. Then he replays it again.

Hell, in the darkness and the silence of the middle of the night in the gigantic & empty bunker where Sam was sleeping somewhere far away, Dean rewinds the whole damn thing and rewatches the whole speech. Again and again. Each time hitting the pause bar before that other part happens—

Then he reaches that final moment once more... and he stops it. He sits there in the dark in front of the computer—his eyes and mind absent somewhere else, eyes gleaming to the reflection of the screen...

Some time passes. Then tears come, unwanted. And he prepares. He gathers his strength and he presses play, and as the scene goes on behind his eyes—this new part of the scene, he leans slightly back on the chair, a little far from the screen—like those few inches of distance could protect him from the dread of what was about to happen—and then it happens, again.

The black goo enters the room and takes Cas away from him forever.

He hits the space bar and throws the headphones away, rushing to another room—

In the same storage room he had the panic attack earlier he starts smashing everything to the ground— HE SCREAMS, AND SMASHES THINGS AND… and…

…falls to the floor, his back to the wall, once again, tears streaming down his face…

Miracle pads his way in, reaching for his face. Dean holds the dog:

“He’s gone.” Sobs.

“He’s gone forever. And it’s my fault.” –Sighs.

“It’s all my fault.”

Deep sobs, as he keeps crying. Miracle snuggles up against him, making some quiet noises, and Dean lets it all out, really letting himself lose it:

“Man, why couldn’t I do anything? I froze. I… I just stood there.”

His words soaked in angry regret.

“I just stood there…” Tight in his hug, Miracle moans something of an answer, and Dean caress it, holding it closer.

“He loved me. He fucking loved me. All this time.”

Sobs--

“How could I be so stupid? Uh? We could’ve had it all.”

He keeps caressing the dog, his glance wandering to the smashed things on the ground all around him. The messy inside of his head. The perfect representation of Dean Winchester.

No. No he was more than that. Cas taught him so. He died telling him so, he—

“He died.”

His tears are dried on the inside of his heart now, his head laid back to the wall, surrendered, accepting the unacceptable…

“He’s gone.” bitter, “And this time is forever.” rage making his way through the tears “How am I supposed to go on with that?”

Miracle tries to elaborate its answer, but mostly now just lowers its head in a sad whimper, sharing his grief.

“I don’t want that.” Sobs.

“I can’t—“ his voice breaks, and he buries his face in his own shoulder.

The dog slips away from his slightly open legs and pads somewhere in the room. Dean adjusts his position, his still naked feet on the floor, --then Miracle comes back: with some snack in his mouth. A packed snack. A snack for Dean.

He laughs, through the tears, taking it and caressing its beige fur with a sweet smile:

“Yeah… You remind me a lot of him, buddy, you know that?”

The coldness of the hard floor and wall against his back keep him company and provide him a familiar feeling after a while. His broken heart hidden in the closet room, alongside everything he’s ever broken. He sits there in silence, his mind wandering, searching through his memories.

Then Dean gets up, pats the dog and exits the storage room, after a quick glimpse around.

When Sam enters the kitchen in the early morning he finds Dean in his robe making breakfast.

“Morning sunshine. Hope you’re hungry.”

Sam’s grumpy.

“I’m sleepy.” Then, suspicious:

“You’re up early.”

“Ehh, couldn’t sleep. Eat.”

He hands him a plate full of eggs and pancakes, then hits Sam’s chest as a greeting, with a smile:

“I’m gonna go get a shower.”

Sam’s still quite groggy, sits at the table with the plate:

“’Kay, thanks.”

Freshly showered, Dean enters his dim bedroom, still stroking his hair dry with a towel he then throws away somewhere on the bed.

His glance serious, graver. Approaches his desk, his hand reaches two copies of a burned DVD. Stares at it… then he puts it in the drawer, somewhere safe.

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So this belonged to the notes app of my phone and wasn’t meant to be shared, but I thought I’d do it anyway.

Here's the link on AO3:

dt @huggybearsunshine who inspired me with her beautiful fanfics (go read them all, they're beautiful!!), this time I'm giving YOU something to read in return!

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earnestly-endlessly · 3 years

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Hi! I'm wondering if you can make a list of fics where Erik's jewish heritage isn't ignored? I just came across the fact that a lot of authors don't explore this part of him for some reason and i found it kinda upsetting so i'm wondering if you have any recs! I liked "As They Kiss, Consume" and "Who Shall be King Hereafter" by sherwoodfox, in case anyone who's reading this ask is interested in the same topic.

Hi Anon. I'm sorry for taking so long with this list but your request sent me on a wide search for fics that fit with your request. I tried to find a variety of fics where Erik's Jewish heritage is addressed. Some of them aren't necessarily cherik, but most of them are. I hope you enjoy this list.

Mistletoe, Latkes, and Long-Term Revenge Strategies – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles knows that Erik hates working at a department store in the best of times. Being Jewish in a department store during the holiday season is far from the best of times. He does what he can to help.

A Nice Boy (the Family Matters Edition) – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

A Road Trip to Pennsylvania – Aainiouu

Summary: For a year Charles has nurtured the biggest and most embarrassing crush known to man towards Erik. They are friends and roommates and when Erik asks Charles to accompany him to home on Thanksgiving of course Charles goes.

In the Bleak Midwinter – keire_ke

Summary: It is not easy to find out, well into the second decade of the twenty-first century, that your mother arranged a marriage for you. It is even less easy to convince her that you have no interest in the very fertile Magda, she of the wide hips and lustrous auburn hair. Fortunately, with a good friend at his side over the holiday weekend, Erik is sure he will prevail.

Speech Making – phalangine

Summary: Modern Emma AU- Charles Xavier, accomplished matchmaker and headmaster of North America’s preeminent school for mutants, intends to add another notch to his belt: setting up his friend Moira. His oldest friend, Erik, has doubts about this plan.

Charles doesn’t share them.

This is life (and everything’s all right) – pocky_slash

Summary: Edie Lehnsherr came into Charles' life long before he ever heard Erik Lehnsherr's name, and her death left a gaping hole in the lives of everyone in Charles' family. As the first Purim without her approaches, he begins to get creative in his efforts to bring everyone out of their grief. Kitchen creativity, however, is not quite his strength....

Bashert – AvengingAngel

Summary: Erik and Charles meet and fall in love. I wanted to write a story where Erik had a huge family. Pretty fluffy (for me anyways). I suck at summaries.

Note: The summary doesn’t reveal much but if you’re looking for a fic where Erik is jewish and has a large family with a heavy dose of cherik fluff and angst then this one is for you.

Math Reasons – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: "Mom says Erik always knows what he wants, it just sometimes takes him a little while to actually realize it," Ruth said.

Charles fell in love with Erik the first night they met, the first week of freshman year. Two years of friendship, adventures, arguments, hijinks, secrets, and summer visits later, Erik is starting to catch up.

Ser

It’s kind of our whole things – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: After two years of best friendship, Charles and Erik thought they knew everything there was to know about each other. They're surprised, then, when their first summer as a couple reveals that they have a lot to learn about each other and themselves.

Sequel to Math Reasons

A Winter in New York – nextraordinaire

Summary: Charles and Erik have been childhood friends for as long as they can remember – Erik, living with his mother in Queens, and Charles in the big mansion in Westchester. For all, expect themselves, it was just natural progression that they'd end up together.

A series of ficlets from the same universe – can be read as separate and are out of chronological order.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside – heyjupiter

Summary: "It's just, this is my first Chanukah away from my parents. And it's--it's like 90 degrees out."

Erik Lehnsherr and Kitty Pryde celebrate a Genoshan Chanukah. It's a little different from the way it used to be in New York, but some unexpected visitors help them embrace the spirit of the holiday season.

Hold Back the Rain (front!strict mashup) – euphorbic

Summary: Charles Xavier: society darling, powerful political activist, well-known professor, and Dominant.

Erik Lehnsherr: anti-social, international motorcycle racer, and defiant submissive.

Erik is at Sepang in Malaysia for the fourteenth leg of the International World Championship. After doing poorly in qualifying, he's furious to find he has to take another VIP around the track instead of meeting Charles at the KL airport.

The Swan – waitfornight

Summary: In 1939 Erik and his sister Ruth are sent to Devonshire, England, during the Kindertransport refugee program to live with Kurt and Sharon Marko as foster children just before the start of World War II. Angry and wishing he could return home on the night of his seventeenth birthday, Erik meets a boy alone in the forest who is cursed to transform each day into a swan, only taking his true form by night.

Swan Lake AU.

The boy with the heart on his sleeve – euphorbic

Summary: Charles loses a high-stakes bet to Raven and is required to get a tattoo. However, when he makes a disparaging remark about the art form, Raven's acerbic mentor, Erik, steps in.

Or, the one where Erik and Raven are tattoo artists.

The Wurst Case Scenario – sareyen

Summary:If anyone asked why Charles, come rain, wind or shine, made the significant trek during his dismal lunch hour to dine at "Edie's Kosher Delicatessen", he would stubbornly say that it was because their pastrami on rye and potato knishes were absolutely to die for. He wasn't completely lying, because the deli's namesake, Edie Lehnsherr, made the best matzah ball soup Charles has ever had in his life. Still, Charles would rather shave his full head of hair off than admit that the real reason he would willingly walk through hail and fire to get to the corner deli was because of Erik, the insanely attractive man working the counter.

Sure, Erik has barely spoken two words to Charles other than "Hello, what can I get you?" or, after the third day in a row that Charles came to the deli, "Welcome back, what can I get you?", but Charles was more than happy to just ogle at the man from afar while devouring the juicy wurst Erik had put together with his (large and very capable) hands.

But, little does Charles know, Erik doesn't usually work the front counter. He only does it when he knows the cute blue-eyed man will be dining in.

This is life (and everything’s all right) – pocky_slash

c'est regarder ensemble dans la même direction – melonbutterfly

Summary: Since that day on the beach, Charles and Erik have learned to agree to disagree for the sake of living and working together. Then, for Christmas, and Charles gives Erik Hanukkah back a second time, and their relationship shifts a little further.

Terrible Hanukkah Sweaters and Other Life Challenges – professor

Summary: “Why am I here again?” Erik groans.

“I need you to lift things and glower at people over my shoulder when I tell people that it’s not ‘politically correct’ or a ‘war on Christmas’ to have a non-denominational winter holiday festival,” says Theresa Pryde.

Well, at least those are two things he’s good at.

Shrapnel – librata

Summary: It's late 1940, and tensions between the Axis and the Allies are tightening. Displaced and alone, 16-year-old German Jew Erik Lehnsherr finds himself employed as a servant by some snobby, terrible family in England whose house is far too big and whose money never seems to end. The worst part is, he isn't just mucking stables or cleaning plates–-he's tasked with tending to the whiny, disabled son named Charles, who might just drive Erik into absolute madness.

Or, the World War II fic in which Erik and Charles experience a changing world and a lot of teen angst.

Defying Expectations – Baamon5evr

Summary: Charles and Erik meet each other’s family. Neither of them gets what they expect.

table for three – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik should have known to call ahead to the Chinese restaurant--it's Christmas Eve and he lives in a predominantly Jewish neighborhood, after all. But before he can go home to mourn the loss of another one of his mother's yearly traditions, he's accosted by a teenage girl with a strange proposition--that he should stay and have dinner with her and her mother, instead.

different from all other nights – metonymy

Summary: "This year we are slaves; next year we will be free." Kitty and Erik host a seder for Passover at the Xavier School.

Libertad – ariadnes_string

Summary: Erik knew the look, had seen it his whole life, even before the war. ”You, with your height and blue eyes and straight nose, you can pass. You can be free of us. You are not marked with your difference.” If you only knew, he’d thought then. He thought the same thing now. And it was that thought, as much as anything, that made him move towards the gate.

Wash Away – sebastian2017

Summary: One quiet, lonely morning, before Yom Kippur, Erik makes his way to the sea in search of forgiveness.

After? There is No ‘After’ – Unrepentant_Marvelist

Summary: Erik knows what he is for. He has known his responsibilities as a survivor since the moment he woke under a scratchy, lice-infested blanket in the Red Army hospital. His world is painted in lucid blacks and whites (so often splashed in red) and there is no room for uncertainty or indecision... until a certain sunburned Englishman throws himself into his world.

The Children of an Idle Brain – Margo_Kim

Summary: Sometimes, when he’s lucky, Schmidt can’t hurt him. It’s like there’s a room inside of Erik’s head that’s he’s usually locked out of, that won’t open no matter if he beats himself bloody against it. On those days, he endures. But sometimes—and Erik doesn’t know why, whether it’s that the stars align or some higher power takes pity or Erik screams loud enough to earn his reward—the door opens. Erik can duck inside and slam it behind him and watches himself through the windows as Schmidt slowly, methodically tortures him to strength.

These days, this past week, there’s a boy in the room with him and he tells Erik, “That’s horrible,” like that means something.

Somehow, across the world, Erik's and Charles' minds touch when they need each other most. They can't be sure that the other boy is real. They suspect that he is not. But that doesn't mean they aren't each other's lifeline until they lose each other and then for a while longer.

Tehillim – kvikindi

Summary: Erik, in Israel, afterwards: another life he could have had. If.

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) – childishinquiry

Summary: Erik has worn long sleeves his whole life, even before they had to wear yellow stars. Marching along his arm, in neat, black, English letters, are the words "My name's Charles Xavier."

Precious Few Years – sherwoodfox

Summary: Erik and Charles (known only to each other by the letters inscribed on their wrists) are meant to be together, soulmates, destined for the most powerful kind of love and connection a human being can experience.

But they are separated in almost every possible way- by distance, by circumstance, by language, by war. Their chances of success- of finding one another in the labyrinth of the world- are very slim. There is a reason why most people never find their soulmates.

But of course, Charles and Erik aren't ordinary children-

They have their gifts.

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9 P.M. - Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader Modern Day!AU

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Warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide, painful breakup, and angst.

Words: 1991

Summary: Luke breaking up with you made your world stop turning, and when it finally starts moving again after four long months, Luke is back in typical agitator fashion.

A/N: Not requested, and I wrote this in about two hours so bear that in mind. I’ve been toying with an angst idea for a little bit now, and because all of my requests rn are fluff, I decided why not give Luke a little love since it’s been a minute since my last Luke fic. This isn’t proofread so proceed with caution.

“What are you doing here, Luke?” Dana’s voice cuts clear over the mindless chatter in the busy diner. She tucks a stack of menus under her arm to brush a loose strand of sandy blonde hair out of her face.

“I’m here to talk to Y/n. She isn’t returning my calls and she only has her phone on silent when she’s working.”

A solid four months ago, Luke Patterson had broken Y/n Y/l/n’s heart into a couple billion pieces in this very diner. After Luke requested to meet up as soon as possible, Y/n told him she’d be clocking out for the night around 9 PM, and true to his previous request Luke had arrived at 9 on the dot. He considered taking her to his car for more privacy but in fear of forgetting his long, crafted speech, he opted for a secluded booth in the very back corner of her diner.

He still remembers the evening, clear as day. They sat down across from one another on the red vinyl seats with nervous tension exponentially rising between them. He remembers the way she ruffled her loose hair after having it pulled back for an 8-hour shift. He remembers the way she rested her right ankle on her left knee to massage away the calf pain from 8 hours of waiting tables. And he remembers the way her warm smile disappeared after he uttered the words “I think we should break up.”

Y/n was so shocked she couldn’t respond. Everything seemed to be going well between them. They had said their first ‘I love you’s and she had even opened up to the possibility of giving him her virginity. And here he was, a mere week later, claiming that he had fallen out of love with her over the span of a month.

Tears clouded her vision. She was quick to wipe them away before they fell, something Luke noticed that she only did when she was crying out of anger. With her normal sadness or even stress she just lets her emotions run their course. But the anger swelling inside of her at that moment, she so desperately wanted to hide. As a result, she brushed them away. She bit her tongue. She saved face, not wanting to let Luke know just how much he had hurt her.

Luke expected a full-on interrogation. He knew Y/n’s mind was one of insatiable curiosity and she had to have at least a million questions. However, if she did, she didn’t show it. The only question she asked, “Is this really what you want?” Her voice was steady, but Luke knew how badly she wanted to tear him apart, to ravage him right then and there. But after losing such a huge part of herself, Luke, she held onto her dignity so tight it nearly crumbled into dust and blew out of her clenched fingers. Without asking for any more information, she slipped out of the booth and hurried to her car as fast as her walk could take her.

At the time, Luke felt guilty for making her cry. Now he feels guilty for ever having let her believe she wasn’t good enough for him. The only problem is she wouldn’t give him the chance. And her best friend, Dana, didn’t seem like she would give him one either.

“Well, she’s not here. Have you ever considered she’s not returning your calls when she’s off of work, too?”

“Dana, I need to talk to her-”

“What could you possibly have left to say, Luke? Whatever you said to her that night broke her, it absolutely destroyed her. She hasn’t been the same since.” Luke had no trouble believing that was true, which is why it hurt so bad to hear, granted it didn’t hurt as bad as how Y/n felt that night.

“What? No- I-I really need to talk to her.”

“You really don’t.”

“I have to get her back, Dana!” A tornado of shock and anger consumes Dana to the point where all she can do is let out a bitter laugh. The look in Luke’s eyes indicates how hurt he is by her laughter, and Dana’s desire for vengeance has never been so strong. So, she continues to tell the truth. The ferocious, unabridged, hurtful truth,

“You don’t deserve a second chance. You don’t even deserve an attempt at a second chance. Knowing her, Y/n would never tell you this, but I will: you fucked up so bad, you made her almost make the biggest mistake of her life.”

“What?” Luke almost hesitates to ask, knowing he won’t like the answer.

“That night, she came to my place and cried so hard for three hours before she could even get a coherent word out. She stayed with me for three days and, had my shift not ended early that Tuesday, she wouldn’t be alive today.” The dumbstruck look on Luke’s face is only more motivation for Dana to twist the knife, “She almost didn’t survive losing you, Luke. And god forbid she gives you a second chance because she won’t survive losing you again.”

The diner is just crowded enough that no one is paying the two of them any mind as they faceoff by the hostess stand. Dana spent four long months consoling her best friend back to life, and she was not about to let Luke destroy all the hard work Y/n had put into healing.

“I can make this right.”

“How could you possibly make this right?”

“I know more now than I did before. I’ve changed!”

“So has she.” Dana’s biting words render Luke speechless. Once she realizes her work here is done, she continues setting up tables as they’re disinfected.

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Luke’s conversation with Dana in the diner left him shellshocked, but it also lit a fire under his ass that he needed to move forward. Rather than discouraging him, Dana’s words gave him a greater incentive to win her back: proof that he was willing to do what he said he would. At least, that’s what Luke told himself. Rather than stepping into the future with greater clarity, Luke went into the world with confidence so large and blinding, his actions may sabotage his true intentions.

That’s how he found himself so determined to win Y/n back. And that’s how he found himself face to face with the front door of her home. It’s 9 PM, just early enough to where she’d be home for the day, just early enough to where she wouldn’t be asleep, and hauntingly just the exact time he had broken her heart all those months ago. Before giving his conviction a chance to back out, he was raising a steady hand to ring the doorbell of her residence.

Y/n opened the door without much thought, expecting a food delivery; she was drastically off-put by Luke’s presence at her doorstep this late.

“Oh.” Was the only response manageable for the tired waitress.

“Hi. Can we talk?”

There it was. The phrase that was a paradoxical toss-up regarding her emotional state. Half of her has been waiting for this day for so long, dreaming of the boyfriend she once knew to come genuinely heartbroken and remorseful to win her back. The other half was terrified of this impending day as she realized she wasn’t nearly as emotionally strong enough to handle the situation as she thought.

‘Oh’ was the only response manageable for the tired waitress.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please just give me five minutes and if you never want to hear from me for the rest of your life, I’ll never bother you again,” he rushes out, knowing his time is finite. For what short period of time he thought it over, Luke always imagined pouring his heart out on her front doorstep. That’s why her silent sidestep and opening of the door caught him so off guard. He hadn’t anticipated her to actually give him a decent chance. Why would she? He broke up with her in the very diner she works in full time and crushed her heart so completely, the only things left behind had to be contempt and resentment.

Luke crossed the threshold of her small, cramped LA home with his heart on his sleeve. Reluctantly closing the door behind him, Y/n walks to her living room and sits on the couch amidst a mess of popcorn, her favorite chocolates, used tissues, and a bottle of Advil. The night Luke broke up with Y/n was four months ago and she’s still spending her Friday nights alone crying on her couch with a rom-com on the tv. A sharp pang of guilt cuts through Luke’s chest like a machete and his previous confidence completely dissipates into sadness. Though, he can’t tell if it’s actually remorse or just general pity.

“What did you want to talk about?” Y/n asks as if she doesn’t know what conversation they’re about to have. Luke takes a deep breath to prepare himself as best as he can before explaining what’s been on his mind.

“I am so sorry, Y/n.” His hopes for any sort of reaction are crushed once her blank stare doesn’t waver. In spite of everything that’s happened thus far, this is the moment Luke realizes this would be a lot more difficult than he anticipated. “That night, you asked if taking a break from… us was what I really wanted.”

“I remember.”

“I said yes and you left right after that. I know you’ve blocked my socials, but you haven’t blocked my calls, you just don’t answer. I’m sure you’ve got to be interested in why, you’re a very curious person.”

Luke wasn’t wrong there, Y/n had been wondering why. She had been wondering why since the words left his mouth that night, but she repressed that curiosity. She repressed it because she knew that whatever the answer was, it didn’t make any difference. Luke wasn’t hers to have anymore and that was what really mattered.

“I did it because I thought I was falling out of love with you.”

“You thought?”

“I wasn’t actually falling out of love with you.”

“You weren’t?”

“No.”

“Then why’d you break it off?”

“I thought I was falling out of love with you but really my attraction was just changing. Instead of just spontaneous and passionate and exciting, I began to see our relationship as comforting and secure as well as those other things. I thought my comfortability was falling out of love, but really, I was falling in love. I was no longer just super infatuated with you, I was in love with you. Genuine love.”

“Luke…” Y/n trails off. She has no real idea of what it is she’s thinking so she opts to let Luke continue until she can figure it out.

“I love you, Y/n. And I broke things off because, before you, I didn’t understand love. Hell, with you I didn’t understand it was love, but now I do! I love you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“So, what does this all mean?” Luke draws in a nervous breath, identical to the one he used to soothe his nerves as he stepped into the all-too-familiar house.

“I know I don’t deserve it because of what I put you through… but all I’m asking is for a chance to prove that I really do love you.” The looking shimmering across Y/n’s eyes tells Luke how her thoughts are running wild. She’s experiencing a new train of thought at a mile a minute and it terrifies both of them.

“You hurt me, Luke. And I want to hate you so much for everything that you put me through, but I don’t, and I hate myself for that. But, I’m sorry. I can’t give you a second chance.”

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