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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 6 months

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'Fit for a King' - WIP - “If you have had me on my back, we can also be on a first name basis” (König POV)

Fit for a King - Masterlist

König is talking to Ridgeback that he doesn’t want fem!sergeant Müller on the next – her first – mission with KorTac, Ridgeback is not having it, so he makes König talk to Müller about it, cue social anxiety meets superiority complex that comes with being this tall and buff, Müller puts him in his place and… what can I say? He’s turned on by that. And it gets them to talk with each other (finally). (2k words)

CW: NSFW, imagining explicit scenes, pervy!König

a/n: I'm still writing scenes whenever I think about them, so there still will be chronological skips and context missing in between, but I'll update the Masterlist in the order that they happen in (also gonna add some general info about the characters to the masterlist soon). This is a scene in his POV as I wanted to give the whole story a dual POV thing in general, I hope you like it! (two chapters are still in the pipeline for today or tomorrow, from Müller's POV again) ((also still working on a way to incorporate the german translations better))

“If you have had me on my back, we can also be on a first name basis”

(NSFW)

“I don’t want her on the mission.”

“She’s going. End of discussion.”

“Fine. But I’ll have to see if she can stand her ground first.”

“Meaning that you’ll actually talk to her?”

Ridgeback can’t see the scowl under my hood.

“Yeah.” What I mean is ‘fuck, no’.

He grins at me.

Ridgeback calls after her in the training room. “Müller, a second of your time?” – “Yes, sir.”, she says stepping away from the weights she was working with. “The Colonel is unsure about your… skills on the battlefield and I was wondering if you could maybe demonstrate something to change his mind.”, he explains. She pulls up her eyebrow and gives me the sideeye. “Didn’t he read my transcript?”, she asks. I don’t say anything, but Ridgeback looks at me, waiting for me to explain myself. I clear my throat. “Uh yeah, I read it, it’s just uh-“ She looks up at me and the words don’t come out my mouth. I feel the heat in my cheeks. “What if like a big guy comes up to you and like… attacks you?” Wow, so eloquent. “You know that I’m a sniper, right? Most of the time I’m not gonna be around any ‘big guys’ except for present company.” God damn it, why did I ever start this topic up? She’s going to make me put my shoe into my mouth or however that saying goes. “Uh yeah, correct, I’m just saying, what IF.” She looks at me like I might be a bit crazy. Maybe I am. She confuses the shit out of me.

Then she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay.” and struts over to the mattresses for combat training and martial arts. I follow her, waiting what she’ll do. “You also read that I’m trained in field combat and Krav Maga?”, she asks again. I totally did not. I laugh it off, not sure if I should take her seriously. She gets in position looking up at me in all her 5’8’’ cuteness. “You ready, big guy?”, she asks me, tauntingly. I cross my arms and shrug. Before I can register her moving, she has gripped me, one hand fisting the fabric of my shirt and the other one latching onto my wrist. Just a moment later I’m in the air.

She flips me. She tosses me over her own back with enough force to move a little Volkswagen. And she actually goddamn flips me. As my body gets slammed into the mattress, my back colliding with the floor, I can feel arousal lick up my spine, making me hard in an instant. “Ah, scheiße1.”, I mutter under my breath. All I want to do is pull her with me – or better even – her trying to hold me down as she gets on top of me. Scenarios flood my brain, smutty and perverted. How she would tie me down, strip me, tease me. Take her seat on my face, make me eat her out. I groan. I would feel her heat on my face, lap at her wetness, take everything she would give me. She would stroke me, edge me with her soft hands and nimble fingers while pressing her pussy into me, maybe she would even try to fit my length into her mouth. She would grind on my lips and tongue, she would let me give her the pleasure she seeks until she comes on my face and I drink up her arousal, her wetness staining my hood.

The imagination alone makes me leak at the tip. Ahja, du kleiner Perversling2. I scold myself in my brain. Has it really been that long since I had a woman? Like, biblically. I guess it has.

She stands over me, setting a foot on my chest, her boot digging into my pecs. “So, can I join you, Colonel?” I’m kind of glad that she didn’t call me by my name just now because I fear that I would have come a bit in my pants. At least a little bit. I raise my hands defensively: “Fine, fine, Müller.” I clear my throat. “You can handle yourself, as you demonstrated just now.” She laughs and the soft and sweet sound taunts me. “I can even handle more than just myself.”, she adds confidently and steps away from me, holding her hand out to help me up.

I resist the urge to pull her down and jump up on my feet again. Now I’m towering over her, a whole foot taller. Oh, to have her run from me as I chase after her, would be so sweet. Hör auf3, the voice in my head fights against the pervy thoughts. Something about her taps into something primal inside me.

Ridgeback’s short clap gets my attention. I almost forgot that he’s still here. “Well, I think this got resolved. See you tomorrow then.” Müller waves goodbye, and I lift my hand too, not able to tear my gaze away from her. She looks back at me and I wish I could’ve just talked normally to her instead of behaving like an ass. I sigh inwardly.

Killing people, turning them to pulp, is easier for me than talking to them. Really talking, not just barking orders. And she makes me feel like for the first time in forever that I wish it was the other way around.

"Would you spot me, Colonel?", she asks me then. I sigh, in- and outwardly this time. "Please, just... call me König.", I tell her. "People who had me on my back already can refer to me on a name basis.", I joke feeling the heat in my cheeks flare up again as I see the confusion on her face. Get a hold of yourself, Mensch4. "Also, I made myself look like a complete ass in front of you, you deserve to let the title slide.", I say further, not stuttering as much as before, and she nods slightly. "So, is that a yes or a no on the spotting, König?", she asks plainly. I swallow down how it makes me feel hearing her say my name in that cute accent of hers and return her nod.

She goes over to the weight rack and starts to fit plates onto a barbell. I help her by lifting the barbell from the ground to give her easier access. She’s satisfied with 50 kilos on each side and then goes to lift it up the squatting rack. Oh, she’s going to do squats. With 120 kilos. I’m so double fucked.

“You ready?” I nod and stand behind her holding out my arms. I’m a head taller than her, so I can look at myself in the mirror in front of us as she is not obstructing my view. My eyes are on her again though. She has wide black training pants on, but her hips don’t leave much to the imagination. Her torso is clad in a compression shirt, with a sports bra underneath. Everything is covered up, tightly packed to not be hindering while working out. Yet in my mind it looks like the sexiest thing anybody could ever wear. And that is before she starts to squat right in front of me. I curse under my breath and push away the pervy thoughts. Just be normal for once. She doesn’t need you lusting over her right now, after you just insulted her like that.

I follow her movements hovering my arms beside her, ready to take off the weight if it’s necessary. But she’s squatting the weight no problem. After a few reps she sets the barbell down on the rack again. “Okay, I think, we can add some more plates.”, she says already hefting another 20 up. “Goddamn, you’re squatting more than half the team here.”, I remark. “Really? I’m a bit rusty to be honest.” Rusty? Heilige Scheiße5. She continues: “I wanted to build up strength again because I’m gonna be more actually in the field, but I don’t wanna squat this kind of weight without somebody to spot me.” I nod behind her and she gets ready for the next set. There she is, squatting my body weight like it’s nothing. It’s so fucking attractive to me, I can’t help it.

“Wouldn’t some of the others help you? Spot you?”, I ask as we set down the weight again. My hands stay on the barbell for a moment longer until she meets my eyes in the mirror. “I mean, I talked to Aksel and Nikto a bit, you know, Scandinavians unite, but eh- I didn’t wanna bother them. I think this is the longest interaction I had with anybody in the base. They’re not really talking.”, she explains with a shrug. I hold back a groan. This might be at least partly my fault because of the way I treated her the first few days. “So, I didn’t really have the guts to ask somebody to help me.” She shrugs again, but I see a hint of sadness and apprehension behind them. “But with what you pulled today, I didn’t have those reservations.” She grins at me a little bit.

“I’m sorry.”, I say then, the words sticking to my tongue, not slipping out my mouth easily. It’s not like I don’t feel sorry, I really do. I’m just not one to apologise easily. “Don’t worry about it.”, she tells me. “You’re not the first superior to doubt my abilities.” I feel a pang in my chest. Yeah, yeah, I can be a bit of an asshole, but it’s just setting in now how the whole situation must make her feel. And I want to take it all back. “Yeah, I… I know how it must look like right now from your point. I’m sorry really. I was an asshole about my doubts and I went about it in the most jerk way.” She turns around, her hands on her waist as she looks up at me like ‘Are we really still talking about this?’. The sass.

“It’s okay, Col- König. I accept your apology.”, she reiterates. She must see the doubt in my eyes because she says, with emphasis: “Really.” – “Okay. Schwamm drüber6.”, I say and extend my hand. She takes it and shakes it. Even through the thin fabric of my gloves I can feel the warmth of her palm and it makes me wish I wasn’t wearing any to feel her skin on mine.

“I’d head to dinner now. You wanna join me?”, she asks. “I get it if you can’t, you know, rank and all.” I scoff. “Nobody is asking for our ranks when we’re knee-deep in mud next week, so forget all about that.” She grins at my answer and jogs to the hallway. I follow her with big strides. “I don’t even know why they made me Colonel.”, I tell her as we walk down to the mess hall. She giggles and the sound makes me feel all floaty. And I kick myself again – in my mind – for not just talking to her. Or maybe just ask her to train with me. Instead of making it seem like I’m out to get her. “Maybe your reputation? And of course, the unique set of skills.”, she suggests. “I have a reputation?”, I’m surprised. “Yeah, kinda.” We enter the mess hall and get in line for a plate of beef stew. “Like what?”, I want to know as I stand just a foot behind her. “I’d rather not say.”, she evades. “Also, I don’t think that that’s who you are.”

“What do you think I am then?”, I ask her as we sit down. Other people are already here and I see a few surprised faces, including Horangi’s. “Really really big.” She laughs and I chuckle with her. “That’s just because you’re so small.”, I counter. “Psh. It’s not about the size.” I can see a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes as she says that. Was that innuendo? “It’s not?”, I tease her. She leans forward and whispers like we’re sharing a secret: “If I were you, I wouldn’t be so cocky about it. Even a mouse can fell a tree, if she only knows how to.” I laugh at her remark. “Touché.” – "Maybe that could be my callsign: Mouse.", she jokes. "I like that.", I say fully grinning behind my mask.

scheiße: shit

ahja, du kleiner Perversling: uh-huh, you little pervert

hör auf: stop it

mensch: literally 'human being', in this context more of an exesperated 'dude!'

heilige scheiße: holy shit

Schwamm drüber: literally 'sponge over it', meaning let's forget about it

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blueberri-chee · 7 months

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Is this the end?

A/n: just a little thing if satoru was my brother.... oh i would kill for him to be my lil bro.. fun times bullying him.

Warnings- spoilers SPOILERS spoilers SPOILERS

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

I watched Satoru fight with Sukuna/Megumi and I remember the conversation I had with Megumi one day while I was training him.. He had asked me how it felt to be the elder sister of the strongest sorcerer… it was nerve wracking to say nonetheless. I had chuckled and simply shook my head saying, “he was a pain in the ass.” To which Megumi cracked a smile. Quite the reaction coming from him. I smiled as he said, “I agree.” But there was so much more to that.. Satoru is a man with tremendous potential and power which also brought tremendous sadness and grief… he lost his best friend not once but twice… he saw his co-workers die.. His students perished to the curses. He has to fight the boy he raised because he was possessed by the king of curses… Satoru had gone through a lot and I saw him go through it and I couldn't do anything about it… Now that I watch them fight I can't help but feel that I've failed to protect my brother… The one for whom I gave my whole life away… I spent hours in the god forsaken training room of the Gojo estate so that I could protect him from everything but I failed. I failed so miserably and I can't even do anything as I watch them helplessly. Kento had asked me one day, “Why don't you trust him, then? You've worked your whole life to raise him, right? To make him a good person who'd know right from wrong..... I think it's fine to trust him a little more. You can't protect him forever, can you?”

I sighed and looked at him with what I could only describe as heaviness in my heart, “that is the thing... I was the first person to hold him after he was born... he was a big baby with bright bright blue eyes. and I was like I’m going to protect him forever... I was holding the baby who was going to be the strongest sorcerer of this era... I was holding the baby because of whom the balance of the universe was altered and curses stronger than what you can even imagine were born to match his strength and I had taken upon the responsibility to protect him.. Forever”

I looked at him and he had this weird look in his eyes. Like I had said something so heart touching and idiotic at the same time. “I see.” he said after a long pause, "Then..." He hesitated, but he wanted to ask me this. "Why are you so scared?" He said gently. "I thought that you had made him strong enough so he wouldn't need protection anymore." He added. I knew what he meant.. I had heard it enough times from Suguru and I gave Kento the same reply I used to give Suguru, “"I did make him strong but I can't help it. Actually.. He made himself strong. I was just there for him. The enemies he is up against. They are strong… He might be the strongest but for me he is just my little brother… I might hate his guts but still.. It is just. I can't help but worry about him..."

Satoru was all I have left of the family and I raised him myself like he was my own son.. Now watching him fight the boy he had raised, hurt me more than anything. I wanted to protect him from experiencing such pain but here I am witnessing it..

I truly failed but there is no point crying over spilt blood so I pray to all the gods above that Satoru wins without harming megumi… which is impossible. If Kento would have heard me mumbling these prayers he would have called me a fool and would have told me to trust Satoru.. But he is not here to tell me that so I continue to pray. I want Satoru to win.. I wanted him to win so badly but I had this intuition. A very bad intuition which is never wrong. I looked at Yuuji who was standing beside me and then at my brother and his student? His enemy? His son? I don’t know…. But I know that this isn’t going to end well. I clasp my hands together as I rest my chin on it.

He uses purple hollow.. I hold my breath as I wait for the bright light and the debris to settle down.

……..

Did he just win?

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Did Gojo Satoru just defeat the king of curses?

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Is it too early to cheer for his victory?

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Is….. it?

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Maybe it is…. Maybe my intuition was right… maybe….just maybe….. Am I wrong for the first time in my whole life?

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I was right. I clench my fist as I watch him.. Falling… My chest feels heavy as I watch the strongest fall. The strongest.. Who was Yuuji's teacher. Shoko’s best friend. My brother… I fall on my knees as everything happens in slow motion… this is bad. This wasn’t supposed to happen…. He will rise… The strongest can’t give up so easily. Gojo Satoru never loses.

Gojo Satoru won’t lose.

#jjk #jjk spoilers #gojo satoru #x reader but platonically #it is not gojover you guys #i love him so much #i want him to be my brother #nanami kento #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #angst #jjk manga spoilers #sukuna

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hellhound5925 · 9 months

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Hello friends! I saw this gif and immediately my brain began working up scenarios so I’m going to try something new. Just some fun short fics that come to mind when I see an image. If it goes well I might keep it up! I also think I’m going to stick with the Mandalorian theme but use Y/N. Oh one more thing…we are assuming all the boys lived because I love the whole 501st…Happy reading!

One shot - Captain Rex

First Date

Warnings: None just some fluff because I need it, Oh I will be using Mando’a but I will provide a translation.

Summary:

As a Mandalorian on Coruscant things have been interesting to say the least…You were recruited to help train the Clone Battalions on some alternative fighting methods. The Good Captain Rex has become one of your personal favorites and was always very professional with you but secretly harbored feelings for you. He was drawn in by how you treated each of his men as though they were your own vode (brothers). Which brings us here…Fives has noticed you stealing glances at the Captain, flushing whenever he is mentions, are giddy when he’s in the room, and has been trying to convince you to talk to him about it but you won’t budge. Fives has no problem taking matters into his own hands with the help of a few friends….

I know that scene was during the Umbara arc but we need some positivity in that department…

“Fives you are my best friend but for the love of Maker leave it alone…” He has that signature Osik (shit) eating grin on his face. “Aw come on y/n, it would do you both some good trust me!” I glare at him “Copaani mirshmure’cye, vod? (Are you looking for a smack in the face mate?)” He puts his hands up in defense “Hey I was just trying be a good friend.” Just then Jesse and Tup come over. “What’re ya talking ‘bout?” Jesse teases. I glare at him and Tup smiles “You’re being ridiculous y/n…I thought Mandalorians were supposed to be brave.” “Alright look here you mir’sheb (smart asses), I can make sure your next lesson with me is miserable” I wag my finger at the trio. Fives stands up and nods to the other two “Alright, we better let her eat her lunch in peace.” I get suspicious - he never gives up that easy… - “Pare (Wait one), Fives what are you up to?” He turns around “Nothing, like you said…you can make our next lesson miserable. I know you keep your word.” I give the group a suspicious look and watch as they walk away. Just then Rex enters the room and I pretend not to notice. Fives looks back at me and smirks, I can feel the heat creeping up my face. He, Tup, and Jesse take the opportunity to head over and chat with Rex - Maker I want to know what he’s saying…or do I?

A sudden presence at the table surprises me. “Udesii! (Take it easy!), bad time?” Cody asks giving me a strange look. “Nope, I’m fine. What can I do for you?” He takes a seat across from me and eyes me. I look past him at the conversation being had on the other side of the room and just then Rex glances over his shoulder my direction. Cody turns around to look and in that moment, the brave Mandalorian wants more than anything to become part of the durasteel wall. Cody turns back around, facing me with a grin “Oh…I see, Rex got you all worked up again?” My eyes grow wide “Again?” He lets out a deep laugh “I swear to Maker you two are the only ones who don’t notice…Fox, Bly, Bacara, Neyo, and even sometimes Wolffe and myself take guesses at how many times a day you steal glances.” As if on que Fox joins the table. “Just in time for the show” Cody tells him while teasing me. “Ha Ha, you’re hilarious….” I roll my eyes. “Y/n, you still haven’t talked to him?” Fox asks pretending to be shocked. A string of curses in Mando’a leave my mouth. “You guys are as bad as Fives….and that’s saying something.” They both just laugh at my expense. “You two di’kutla (fools) are lucky I don’t have your groups today for training…” and with that I get up and take care of my tray, having had enough of the shenanigans.

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Later that evening I was in my office - the GAR was oh so kind enough to give me - and theres a knock at my door. With out looking up from my datapad I holler “Come in!” The door slides open and a rather sheepish Rex enters - he’s typically quite a confident, without being arrogant, man… - I stand “What can I do for you Captain?” “Please just call me Rex.” “I thought it was Captain or Sir?” I tease becoming rather nervous. He rubs the back of his neck and laughs nervously “I- uh- I came to see if you would be interested in going with us—with me to 79’s sometime.” - is this really happening? Fives you mesh’la di’kut (beautiful idiot) - “Yeah Rex, I’d love that” I can feel my face flush. He straightens, standing tall and confident “Really? How about tomorrow night?” A smile dances across my face “That sounds great, I’ll see you then”. He nods and excuses himself closing the door behind him.

I spin around smiling like di'kut (idiot), clutching my datapad to my chest - maybe Fives was right? Oh Maker don't ever let him know that...the last thing he needs is a more inflated ego.... I head back to my desk and finish up my report for the day before heading to my apartment for the night.

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Thankfully I only had one training session the next morning which went without a hitch and I actually had time to catch up on my reports. The day over all went by rather quickly and I headed to my apartment to put on something other than my typical attire - as much I love my beskar and everything it stands for but unfortunately it's not gunna work. I open my closet and stand there for a moment before pulling out a pair of black jeans, combat boots, my bantha leather jacket, and nicer fitted tank top. Quickly I shower, put on light makeup, and quickly curl my hair a little before heading out to the street and hailing a cab. "79's please." "You got it." I look out the window as the driver lifts us into the lanes of traffic.

It only takes a matter of minutes to get to 79's and I find myself standing outside nervous - what if he decides he doesn't like me? An arm around my shoulder pulls my from my thoughts "Jeez y/n, If I knew you'd get cleaned up that nice I would’ve just asked you out myself." I throw at elbow at Fives an hit him square in the stomach. He doubles over and I hear a roar of laugher behind me. Spinning around I see the rest of the 501st Torrent squad - minus Rex. "I should’ve known you all would show up..." Jesse comes over and leans an elbow on Fives - whose still doubled over - "Oh come on we wouldn't miss this for the world! Besides we've got tomorrow off!" Hardcase whoops and hollers. Echo comes over and speaks so only I can hear "you'll be fine...Rex'll love getting to know you. Trust me." He winks and gestures for the group to follow him inside leaving me standing here alone. I suck in a deep breath and head inside. It's not my first time at 79's but its my first time with the intent to be with Rex and only Rex.

When I enter, the music is loud and there's a sea of people as usual. Making my way over to the bar I order a drink. Once the bar tender hands it to me I glance around looking for Rex. In the corner - where they always are - the rest of Torrent squad is looking at me and Fives points over towards the other side where Rex is chatting with the other Commanders. Finding my confidence I head over to say hello. "Su cuy'gar (Hello)" I smile and wave at the group. Rex's eyes wander over my form and Cody is the first to speak up "Who knew you wore anything other than armor" everyone but Rex and Wolffe laugh. "Very funny.” Rex gets up and says his goodbyes to the group "Should we grab a table?" I nod and he offers me his elbow. "Such a gentlemen" A smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

We sit down at a table and chat over some appetizers and drinks. I tell him a little about myself like my childhood on Mandalore, etc…etc…He tells some stories about the things that they accomplish during the war and even some typical shenanigans they’ve pulled while deployed. “Maker they sound like they are just as entertaining out in the field as they are in training!” “You have no idea…but they’re good soldiers…some of the best” I can hear the pride in his voice which brings a smile to my face. Leaning over the table I whisper “Don’t tell the other Commanders but the 501st has always been my favorite.” He quirks a brow “Oh really? Why’s that?” “Let’s just say I have a soft spot for the boys in blue” I say coyly before taking a sip of my drink without breaking eye contact. Rex smirks with his one eye brow still raised. “Careful Captain, you raise that eye brow any higher it might disappear.” He chuckles and shakes his head, “you know, other than the Jedi and a select few people…you’re one of the only ones who treats all of us clones like we matter.” I know this was supposed to be a compliment but I can’t help but feel sad, I sigh “Ni ceta Rex (I’m sorry Rex). It’s not fair…none of you chose the life given to you and yet you all do it with no complaints…I wish more saw you the way I do.” I start picking at my fingernails but a hand comes across the table, covering mine, stopping me. Looking up I met his gaze, those beautiful honey brown eyes have such a warmth to them - He’s never looked at me or anyone that I’ve seen this way before. “I’m just glad we have someone like you looking out for us all” he pauses for a second before continuing “The way you treat my vode (brothers)…my men…it means more to me than you’ll ever know.” The way he says my name and everything that follows does something to me I can’t even fully put into words however, I can feel the heat rising in my face and in my core. “Vor entye (thank you) Rex” I can’t help the smile that plasters my face. “ Ba’gedet’ye (you’re welcome) y/n.”

Glancing around I notice there are quite a few people dancing, even Fives who gives me a wink. I can’t help but shake my head and roll my eyes at him which catches Rex’s attention, he chuckles. Springing up from the table I grab Rex’s hand and drag him out onto the dance floor. The initial shock plastered on his face, “I-uh-I’m not much of a dancer.” I laugh and shrug, recalling a few nights when even Cody would dance…after a few drinks, “I know, just follow my lead.” He nods and at first watches me dance around him for a moment and the joins in. Before I know it his hands are on my hips as we grind our way through Maker knows how many songs.

When the night is about over Rex offers to walk me home. The entire way we laugh and talk about anything and everything - I feel so comfortable around him…it feels like we’ve known each other forever. I stop in front of my apartment building “this is me.” He looks up at the large building “It’s not quite like the GAR barracks.” “No it certainly isn’t. Did you want to come in? If I’m over stepping I completely understand…” I quickly explain. He looks over at me with a smile on his face “only if you want me to.” I nod and he follows me up to my apartment.

The door slides open and I enter, taking off my coat to hang it. Rex enters behind me. “Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?” I offer. “I’m alright, thank you.” He doesn’t move from where he standing and I honestly find it adorable. “I had fun tonight” I break the silence after a few moments. He rubs the back of his neck like he’s nervous. “Everything okay Captain?” He’s quick to respond “Yeah no everything’s great I had fun tonight too.” I make my way back over to him “but?” I ask feeling uneasy. “Honestly, I’ve felt this way before” After all the war and training he’s even through as a man, in this moment he looks like a boy with his first crush. I put both hands on his plastoid covered chest and look into his beautiful golden brown eyes “I haven’t either but I’m willing to give it a shot if you are?” His hands find their way to my face gently cupping my cheeks. Leaning in he places the softest and most gentle kiss on my lips. When we break he rests his forehead against mine “How’s that for an answer?”

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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I’m not 100% sure how this works, but I have a prompt! (Or at least part of a prompt).

Basically Alec makes a habit of refusing to eat when he’s nervous or stressed, Magnus starts getting worried and tries to talk to him about it. I’m not really sure what would happen after, so if you choose to write this then feel free to take it wherever from that point!

You're fine! So basically I open up my inbox for prompts on wednesday's from when wednesday starts for me to when i fall asleep (or force myself to try to sleep) and it's open about 24-30 hours. I have a pinned explanation page on my tumblr that might help <3

I hope you enjoy where i went with this! thank you for the prompt (it was definitely enough of a prompt!)

*also this is written by someone who has and lives with people whose health problems/schedule makes eating and managing food difficult.

lumine

Magnus notices it first because of the dates.

The dates that are missed.

Alexander is wonderful at a great many things, and he does try and arrive on time — or actually show up — for most of their dates. But the ones he seems to miss the most consistently are meals. It’s as if he doesn’t even notice the time flying past, or that his stomach is growling when Magnus finally comes to pick him up. It’s concerning and it makes Magnus wonder but he’s not sure what he’s looking for.

“Darling, aren’t you going to stop for food?” Magnus asks, when Alexander comes home straight from the Institute and Magnus knows he hasn’t eaten yet. Alexander pauses, confusion on his face from where he’d been about to come to bed.

“I just want to sleep, with you.” Alexander tells him, voice hoarse with exhaustion and Magnus melts, reminding himself that they’ll eat when they get up.

And they do, Alexander eating everything Magnus has him try and even going so far as to order seconds of what he likes, and Magnus relaxes. For a few days, until he has to pick Alexander up from the Institute because he’s missed yet another dinner date. Magnus is frustrated at first, until he gets to the office and finds Alexander exhausted and ruffling through a desk full of papers.

“Don’t you have underlings?” Magnus asks, mock humor in his voice but his hands are soft as he massages Alexander’s shoulders.

“Did I miss another date?” Alexander asks, a bone-deep weariness in his voice, like he’s experiencing a defeat and Magnus hums at him softly.

“Something like that, but I lost track of time myself.” Magnus lies, not an ounce of shame in him. “Sweetheart, I thought you were getting aid?” Magnus pauses and reconsiders what he’s said, “competent aid.”

Alexander snorts and shakes his head, “they come in a few weeks. I’ve got a shortage of people what with the sickness that hit us.”

Magnus winces because — as Alexander is warded from every kind of magical disease Magnus can think of and more — he’d forgotten that half the Institute was down from a fairy flu. Which means that Alexander has been even more frustrated and stressed out than usual.

“Perhaps we should postpone—” he muses but Alexander seems to deflate even more and Magnus frowns as he realizes the lines of Alexander’s face are even more pronounced than usual. “Are you alright?” Magnus asks, concerned as he cups his boy’s face.

“One too many nourishment runes.” Alexander tells him with a shrug, voice hoarse but calm as if he hasn’t just shocked Magnus.

Magnus doesn’t say anything, not wanting to spook Alexander by alerting him something is wrong. Because something is wrong, but Magnus doubts Alexander realizes it, or will understand it.

Not with how nephilim are raised and trained.

“We’ll just go home, instead.” Magnus murmurs like this was his plan all along, “I’m thinking dinner on the balcony? Some of the Korean BBQ we had last week and perhaps some bibimbap from that place you love?”

Alexander leans into the back of his chair and Magnus’ hands, something soft and awed in his face as he tilts his head up to look at Magnus with a tender smile.

“That sounds perfect babe.” He murmurs and Magnus makes a mental note to get him some tea and a potion for his throat as well.

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Magnus keeps track of it after that, portaling over to the Institute at dinner and charming Alexander to break with him in the greenhouse.

Breakfast he can feed Alexander himself, when he comes home from the Institute and Magnus no longer lets him slip his way into bed. Instead he’ll summon them both a light snack if Alexander is too tired, or coax Alexander into bed to feed him breakfast and then press him into the sheets until he falls asleep full and content.

Alexander fills out, the lines on his face no longer so prominent and Magnus learns to smooth his palms over Alexander’s naked skin and check to see if there are any fading nourishment runes. Sometimes, it’s unavoidable and when Magnus finds them, he kisses Alexander’s skin over the rune and when he wakes, feeds him until Alexander is laughing against his fingers and smiling with relaxation over his coffee.

Magnus starts to mention when he’s hungry himself and Alexander zeroes in on it, always willing to stop what he’s doing to accommodate Magnus.

It works and Magnus is riding on the peak of his success when a series of clave meetings make it almost impossible to get Alexander to him daily.

So, Magnus packs his nutrient potions and summons smoothies to Alexander’s office and on one occasion, interrupts a clave meeting because ‘he has to have his boyfriend for dinner’. Alexander’s blushing cheeks had created a rather large misunderstanding, but he hadn’t seemed to mind, and Magnus got what he wanted in the end.

One night, Magnus is tracing Alexander’s ribs, pleased with the firmness between him and the bones protecting Alexander’s heart, and there’s a soft chuckle and when Magnus looks up, Alexander is smiling at him fondly.

“Thank you.” Alexander whispers, voice almost delicate, like he’s not sure.

“For what?” Magnus asks, honestly curious as he presses a kiss above his boy’s heart.

“Loving me, taking care of me.” Alexander reaches out, his fingers pressing like butterfly kisses over Magnus’ cheeks, “protecting me, even from myself.”

“Oh darling,” Magnus breathes out and he leans over to kiss Alexander properly. “Never thank me for that, it’s a selfish thing, my love for you.”

Alexander just kisses him again, something intimate in the chaste press of lips and the soft touch of his tongue to Magnus’ lips.

“Is that any worse than how selfish my love for you is?” Alexander tells him, the same darkness that Magnus has never tried to hide from his boy reflected in hazel eyes.

#writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #magnus bane #alec lightwood #eating disorder tw #shadowhunters #malec #lumine writes #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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lucy90712 · 1 year

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Confidence

A/n: my requests are open so feel free to send me more requests. I will write for Gavi, Pedri and Jude Bellingham and Joao flexing if you guys want.

wc: 1400

Before meeting Pablo I used to hate the way I looked I compared myself to everyone and was always finding new things I didn't like about my appearance or my personality to the point that my self confidence was non existent. That all changed when I met Pablo though as he didn't see any of the problems I saw with myself which made me realise that maybe they aren't so much of a big deal after all. He only boosted my self confidence more when we began dating as he would always compliment the things that I hated the most about myself without any prompting which again boosted my self esteem. Once he found out how much I hated some parts of myself he tried his best to get me to stop comparing myself and love myself the way I am and he was very good at it.

After being together for a few months I felt really good about myself to the point that I felt comfortable wearing things I wouldn't have done before and I didn't try and hide away when out in public which was a really big step. What really helped is that Pablo never judged me for how I was feeling and didn't get annoyed if some days I felt worse than others as the last thing I needed was to feel bad about having a bad day. He was also really good at encouraging me when I made a step like the time I felt good enough to wear a bikini to the beach he complimented me loads and made me feel completely comfortable.

I really thought that I'd got over my insecurities after only having the odd bad day and overall feeling confident about myself. That was until everything came crashing down at once with Pablo and I making our relationship public. To start with it didn't bother me but when it got to the point that every time I went on my phone I was seeing people comment on the way I looked it got too much. I have always seen the odd comment but now that every other comment is about something I already didn't like about myself it makes it harder to keep the positive mindset that I've had for the past few months.

As much as the comments have been getting to me I've been trying to hide it as Pablo is busy with training so he doesn't need to worry about me and how stupid I'm being for letting other peoples comments get to me. It is hard to hide it from him though as he can read me like a book and always knows when I'm lying so I've had to try and act as normal as possible. Part of me feels bad for not telling Pablo how I'm feeling as I know he would want me to tell him but I know that he doesn't need anything else to worry about at the moment and I don't want to stress him out any more.

Today has been the absolute worst though as Pablo has been away all day as he had training this morning and then this evening he had the premiere of the new Barcelona documentary so I've been alone in the apartment all day. On any normal day I'd be fine I'd probably go on a walk and do some university work but today I couldn't stop myself looking at my phone. Yesterday Pablo posted a picture of the two of us from a little at home date we did and I've spent my day reading through the comments and looking at what people are saying on reposts too. Pretty much every other comment is about my body, my face or how Pablo could do so much better than me and honestly I believe them as I'm not exactly anyone special nor am I the prettiest girl out there.

Spending all day reading comments was definitely an awful decision as by the end of the day I found myself stood in front of the mirror looking at everything I hate about myself. Anything that wasn't pointed out in the comments I definitely looked at in the mirror and thought about what people would have said if they noticed which was just me saying awful things about myself in reality. In the end I couldn't stop tears falling down my face after thinking for so long about how everyone hates me including myself. Once the tears started they didn't stop so I just ended up sat on the floor in front of the mirror with floods of tears running down my face. The only good thing about it was that I couldn't see the comments anymore as my eyes were so filled with tears so I couldn't keep reading things that would make me cry more.

I don't even know how long I was sat in front of the mirror crying but it was long enough for it to be pitch black outside and in the bedroom but I wasn't going to get up and turn a light on as then I'd be able to see in the mirror again. I was so in my own world that I didn't hear the front door open and close nor did I hear Pablo calling my name until he ran into the bedroom panicked trying to find me. He turned the light on and straight away was relieved to see me but I couldn't bare to look at him as then I'd have to explain why I was crying and that didn't sound like something I wanted to do. I tried my best to talk to him but of course my voice came out all broken and croaky which gave it away straight away.

He came over and sat on the floor in front of me and put a hand under my chin to get me to look at him which I didn't want to do but I did as I knew he wouldn't give up. Just seeing his face made me cry more as he took one look at me and I could see in his eyes that he felt bad and that's the reason I was hiding my feelings as I knew he'd feel responsible. Still no words were exchanged as he pulled me into his lap and wiped my tears before hugging me tightly to calm me down. Hearing his heartbeat as my head rested in his chest eventually helped calm me down enough to be able to talk.

"Baby what's wrong?" He asked

"The comments" I replied handing him my phone

"Why didn't you tell me people were saying these things?" He asked

"I didn't want to stress you out any more than you already are" I admitted

"Oh love I don't care about that I would rather you tell me and then we could fix it together so please tell me everything" he said

"Since we went public I've been reading the comments a lot more and they say I'm all these things and honestly I believe them I mean look at me you deserve someone so much better" I rambled

"Love please stop saying things like that you are the most beautiful person I've ever met and nothing will change my mind on that not 10 comments not a million comments and not to mention that you are the light of my life which is why no one will ever be better for me that you" he said

"You really mean that" I said

"Of course I do" he said

He pulled me up from the floor and we stood in front of the mirror together and he complimented every part of my body and face that he knows I don't like until I was smiling again. Once he was satisfied that I was feeling happier he picked me up and brought me to our bed where we both got in and he held me close until I fell asleep with a slight smile on my face knowing that I ended up with the best boyfriend in the world.

#pablo gavi oneshots #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi imagines #gavi oneshots #gavi imagines #gavi imagine

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lilacs-world · 4 months

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I feel like I’m chronically not okay but idk if I’m valid enough to label myself as chronically ill. I am able to work 40h a week but with the cost of laying in bed the rest of the day when I’m back home. In the weekends I sleep mostly. My room is a disaster because I never have the energy to tackle the chaos. I wished I was able to walk to work and back but standing for more than 15 min is already exhausting me and I get dizzy and lightheaded. I am constantly in pain, my normal pain level is on good days at a 2 on bad days it’s at a 4 or 5 but maybe I’m too modest about my pain due to fear of admitting I’m not okay. I am always tired even if I sleep usually enough. At times I feel more refreshed with only 4 hours of sleep hell knows why. I am waking up daily at 5:45am to get myself ready for 8am work. I don’t know if I’m ever gonna be a functioning adult. I am scared of the moment I will unmask bcs im masking daily due to Audhd. Plus daily I’m confused because we are often switching and my quality at work at times fluctuating and my TLs wondering wtf bcs we know u know all the processes so wtf. Daily I feel like I know only a specific part of the processes and I have days where I ask so many questions that one of the TLs told me they are growing gray hairs bcs of me asking so much. The doctors in my country are shit when I mentioned suspecting we are a system they said nah it’s just ur anxiety. When I questioned if I have adhd my former psych said nah only kids can have it. My former therapist said yeah after unofficially diagnosing me with it. Autism I suspect that too and I got my confirmation more or less from my bf who’s on the spectrum as well. He got his confirmation he has adhd as well by me noticing lots of adhd things in him and he has now meds whilst me is in this godforsaken country that isn’t taking me seriously. I got my confirmation I have adhd when I took speed and realised for the first time "so this is how neurotypicals experience their life?" I for once had a train of thoughts in order and not a carambolage of luggage’s getting stuck in the baggage claim belt. I sobbed so hard. On good days I am able to remember and memorise lots of shit. But on bad days I barely anything. My body is out of control. I have pcos and it’s ravaging my body. I grow hair on my chin and arms and it’s making me uncomfortable and I developed anxiety about having hair in my face to the point over pluck and over shave it. My period is out of control. I either bleed for 2 months consecutive or I don’t have my period for 6 months. I am anemic due to it. I am such a pale human that I’m constantly being asked if I am okay. Oh yeah not to forget having an autoimmune disease since I am 2 years old. Having to deal with psoriasis break outs each winter where I end up being covered on my legs, arms , ass with skin patches of psoriasis. At times it’s even in my eyebrows and on my scalp. Each winter is a torture for me. I am battling with depression as well. Luckily this last year it wasn’t so overbearing and I felt more human than I used to in the past. Nonetheless my anxiety is ravaging and leaving me crippled daily. I sound ridiculous talking about myself rn bcs in my brain I feel like you aren’t this sick or unwell you are faking this you are a horrible human for saying all this things but I know it’s probably my internal ableism and the internal critical subconsciously developed voices of my surroundings telling me I’m not actually sick and I need to go to work even if sick etc. Sigh. Idk where I wanted to go with this whole post. I know you guys don’t see often a personal post from me or posts from me and more reblogs of stuff I enjoy seeing and stuff I wanna boost and stuff I find important or relatable or stuff that I think might make someone feel better and less anxious or feel seen. I hope this is fine. I hope being more real is helpful. Maybe I should do this rambling on my other blog @unfilteredrealities where I tried to talk about life in a real way , unfiltered. You can even send in your own submissions if u want to.

Anyway thanks for reading my ted talk.

TLDR: I don’t know if I’m actually chronically ill and if I’m valid enough to label myself as that and then I rambled about my life experiences with audhd, did, anxiety, depression, pcos, psoriasis and there are more but I’m exhausted.

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bihansthot · 9 months

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Someone in the apartment complex burnt their popcorn or dinner or something and the smell is just lingering in my bedroom. Ugh. I’m tired and want more Syzoth content, we need head canons and fluff and fun! There are lots of wonderful fanarts though and that’s fantastic, I know I’m a basic bitch jumping on the Reptile hype train but I don’t care. I also want to answer more headcanons and asks and stuff so feel free to send me any questions you have. I’m still not quite up to doing fic requests yet but pretty much anything else is fair game.

I’m happy to do content for all of the Lin Kuei (except Frost, sorry I don’t like writing for women) Rain, Reiko and Reptile! Other kharacters might open up in the future and I’m happy to answer questions about any kharacter. Please don’t be shy! Ns/fw is totally fine as long as it’s not a full blown fic request. Please note though I default to an AFAB reader, I am happy to change that if you request it though, it’s just my go to because that’s what I am and I identify as female. Also please note that I don’t do ships, I only do canon x reader I might throw in some Bi-Han x Syzoth here and there though because I enjoy them together. I also won’t do canon x oc, unless I’m asked about my OCs Hallvard or Ice I just do not know my moots or readers OCs well enough to write them. I’m sorry! (If I decide to do requests again I might do canon x oc in exchange for art or a return fic.) Other nos are incest or underage or gore, silly for MK I know but I don’t want to write about organs lol I’m iffy about child requests, I don’t mind talking about my fictional kids but I can physically have children myself so it’s sometimes a touchy subject for me. So, I guess I’ll say kid asks are at my discretion. Oh full on non con is a no but dub con and yandere are ok I guess? I don’t love writing yandere if I’m being totally honest. If any of these subjects bother you though please let me know if you need a specific tag so you don’t see it by mistake.

So, yeah asks are open I guess? I will try and sprinkle in more smut fics here and there too because smut is life, but like I said I’m more than happy to write ns/fw headcanons and stuff. I just can’t handle the commitment of a full blown fic request right now, but small things are good and keep me active in the kommunity. Also as always please feel free to talk to me at me whatever I’m always down to talk about MK :) I can also always be found on discord the server is 18+ but very chill and self ship friendly, but also ship friendly we have different roles to make everyone as happy as possible. Ok lovelies I think that’s everything, I’m going to spend the rest of my night trying to smell something other than burnt food.

Oh one last thing! Please specify what timeline your ask is for! I won’t write for Hanzo Scorpion but I guess I will try for Kuai Liang Scorpion. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I just need to know what Kuai Liang I’m working with if he’s involved.

I lied one more thing self ship and OC asks are always appreciated but not expected but I would love to talk about both if anyone is interested 👉👈

#mortal kombat #sub zero #scorpion #mk reptile #mk reiko #mk smoke #sektor #cyrax #mk rain #sub zero bros #head canon #asks open #send me stuff #self ship asks #self ship positivity

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we-survive-endlessly · 3 months

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Word vomit about my poor mental state below, feel free to ignore 😬👍

I have literally been so stressed lately that my skin picking is out of control and I’m having heart palpitations. Dealing with grief, my dog being sick again, work stress, life stress, stress and sadness about the state of the world, like my body just can’t take it.

There’s so much I could say about my job. I recently went to my supervisor about the fact that my coworker who I share an office with sleeps all day. Which was really scary and hard for me, but it’s damaging my uncle’s company and the stores she is supposed to be paying the bills for are super behind because of it. Like getting three to four vendors a DAY reaching out about past due bills. Anywho my supervisor said she would take care of it but now our hr person is leaving which will dump a lot more work on everyone and I doubt anything is going to change. They’re also training me on payroll with the expectation that I’ll be able to do it by myself when the person that trains me goes out of town in like a month. Meaning that NO ONE that will be there will know how to do it or help me if weird situations come up. So now I’m stressing about that.

I was just given a promotion that came with a $4 raise which is amazing. Like I’m now making $6 more than when I started and I haven’t even been there a year which should really excite me but all I can think about is the fact that I still don’t make enough to live on my own and that the average salary needed to live comfortably alone in California is $80,000 a year which I am nowhere near. I’m almost 28, and I still live at home with no expectations of being able to move out anytime soon. Every Sunday night I want to cry because I can’t believe the weekend is over and I have to go to work again tomorrow and I’m going to have to do this probably for the rest of my life because retirement seems like a pipe dream if we even have a society or liveable world when I get to that age anyways.

I see what is going on in the world both in other countries and with people I care about here and I cry every day because while I do what I can to help it never feels like enough and I have to listen to family members with just the most awful thoughts and opinions. We live in a world where the people in charge don’t give a fuck about anyone or anything so long as they get paid and I’m TIRED.

My future, the future in general, feels hopeless. Utterly and completely hopeless. And yet here I am. I’ll go to bed early tonight to try to calm the panic in my chest and escape into my dreamland, even though going to bed early just makes tomorrow feel like it comes even faster, and I’ll go to work. Just like I do every weekday. I’ll pretend like everything is fine. Like my coworker sleeping all day doesn’t infuriate me to the point of feeling physically ill. I’ll come home and take care of my dog and then instead of cleaning or exercising or doing any of my hobbies or anything else that I want to do, I’ll just scroll my phone because I’m too tired to do anything else. Maybe I’ll eat dinner, maybe I’ll just go to bed because I’m too nauseous to eat. And I’ll repeat. For the rest of my life because this shit is never ending.

Anyways, if any of you read this, I’m sorry it’s so negative and depressing. I’ve really been trying to tell myself the things that I would tell a friend who felt this way but it’s just not working. I’m just in a really awful hopeless place and I’m sorry.

#I’m going to bed now #I love you all #I’m sure tomorrow will be back to our regularly scheduled programming of screaming about pretty men on the internet #I just… I’m tired and needed to get this out somewhere without reaching out and burdening my friends with this directly #goodnight 💚#Rae’s ramblings

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kingofthering · 9 months

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Hoping I'm not late for the prompt thing! I'd say Rosquez + 20 and Fabio/Tony + 7 or 22, if you like one of those ideas ❤️

7. to shut them up

“It’s just… Maybe at one point I have to realize that the issue is not just with the bike and I’m the one not doing things correctly, you know?”

“Fabio,” Tony protests when he’s on the up position of his sit-up, hands behind his head and eyes looking sternly at Fabio.

Fabio has always enjoyed training with other people, especially when he needs to hit the gym. It was even more true when he was younger and had trouble focusing on his own but even now that’s he’s fine doing sessions alone, he appreciates having another body in the room with him.

Sometimes it pushes him to go just a little harder, out of pride or competition. Sometimes he just likes the company, someone to share a smile or an exhausted expression with.

Tony is a great training buddy. He likes to fake complain when Fabio wakes him up too early to go on runs and he pretends to be exhausted when Fabio drags him to the gym for a late day session but it’s only temporary. Once they’ve started and Tony can admire the results of their hard work in the mirror and Fabio mocks him for it (when he doesn’t offer to take pics for him), it’s all good.

Today, they’re having a lifting session in Fabio’s basement, Fabio currently holding on Tony’s shoes while Tony does his serie of sit-ups, reggaeton playlist playing on low in the background.

And maybe just maybe, Fabio’s thoughts couldn’t escape the disaster that his team currently is and he went off a tangent at some point.

Tony’s usually good at listening to him. In face of his protest, Fabio might squeeze his ankles a little harder. “I know, it’s stupid to think like that. Marc said—”

One second Fabio is in the middle of his sentence. The next, he’s being cut off by Tony’s mouth crashing against his. He barely has the time to realize what’s happening to him or even figure out how to react before Tony has already drawn back.

There is a pause, then, where they both just stare at each other, the moment suspended in time for what seems like forever but probably only really is a handful of seconds.

“I can’t focus on what I’m doing if you’re downtalking yourself,” Tony eventually says, a slight frown between his brows and his cheeks flushed red. “Yes to shit talking the bike, no to the I’m not good enough nonsense.”

And just like that, he drops back down to resume his serie of sit-ups, Fabio ending up staring at him.

Saying he still feels his lips tingling sounds stupid. Asking why Tony chose the part where Marc was mentioned to intervene seems even more silly.

(It doesn’t keep a small part of Fabio’s brain from wondering.)

“Your turn,” Tony stops his thoughts from going further. He’s back to a sitting position, arms hugging his drawn-up knees. Fabio’s hands are still holding onto him, Tony’s skin warm under his fingers.

There is a thrill under his skin, his heart pumping hard even though he’s not the one exercising right now. They’re asking for him to take a small leap there —try something he doesn’t know the outcome of yet, take a risk— and Fabio, well, he sure loves to jump.

“Do I need to talk badly about myself for you to kiss me again or can I just ask for a good luck kiss? For energy, you know?”

Somehow, the blush on Tony’s cheeks goes even redder and he shakes his head before looking down, avoiding Fabio’s eyes for a short moment.

When he focuses on Fabio again, Fabio can see the hint of a smile at the corner of Tony’s lips and the way he’s definitely biting his own tongue right there.

Pushing Tony down and hovering over him is easy. Making out on the ground of his home gym is admittedly gross.

For a good handful of minutes, Fabio couldn’t care less about anything else in the world.

(Tony complains about his back the next morning when they shower together. He doesn’t have much more complaints to make once Fabio is down on his knees in front of him, though.)

#fabio quartararo #tony arbolino #rpf #my writing #prompt fill #it's going to take forever to write all of them but I'm not forgetting the kissing prompts I promise #it's easier when I have one per ask but I might do the other ones of this ask too I'll see #1420

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canirove · 2 years

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Red & Blue | Chapter 23

Author’s note: If you send me any ask about this chapter, please put “Red & Blue spoiler” at the top so people who haven’t read it yet can avoid seeing anything that may ruin it for them ☺️ Also, the names of those fan accounts are totally made up. If they somehow exist, it is a coincidence 😅

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“He’s gonna break up with me.”

“Please stop saying that.”

“He will, Leah. I haven’t heard from him since I left England, and I’m supposed to fly back tomorrow.”

“But that’s what you agreed on, isn’t it?”

“It is. But if we were still going on holidays just the two of us, he would have said something already. And he hasn’t.”

“He may need more time. I spoke with Declan the other day, and he said that it’s been really tough. Mason only leaves the house to go for a run or a walk on the beach, and usually alone. And he has also heard him cry a few times.”

“Great” I say, also starting to cry.

“You are gonna be ok” Leah says, hugging me. “I know it.”

“You can’t know that.”

“I do. My ship isn’t sinking, I can feel it on my belly.”

“That may be the three ice creams you ate earlier” I chuckle.

“It isn’t that. It’s the same feeling I had when you first met Mason. And I wasn’t wrong, was I?”

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Our alone trip to Italy isn’t the only thing that is cancelled. The week we were going to spend in Portugal with our families, isn’t happening either.

“What do you mean you are taking some time off? Did something happen?” my mum asks when I call her to share the news.

“It didn’t. But there were some things going on, and before they became something serious, we decided to spend some time apart and work through them.”

“That sounds like something someone who is about to break up would say.”

“We are not breaking up, mum. Don’t say that.”

“Is it because you are leaving? He doesn’t agree with it?”

“It has nothing to do with that. It’s something else, and it’s personal.”

“If you say so…”

“Yes, I do say so. Anyway, you can still go to Portugal. And you should. Don’t let this ruin your holidays, dad was looking forward to it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, mum, I’m sure. Mason has told the same to his family. Enjoy these days and don’t worry about me. I’m staying with Aaron and Georgina.”

“As if it was that easy to not worry about you and Mason after what you just told me.”

“We’ll be ok. I promise.” Because that’s what I also tell myself. That we will be ok.

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“Real Madrid just confirmed the day of your presentation at the Bernabéu” Eliza says while we go through the last details of my trip to Spain.

“Finally! But why that face? Is there something wrong?”

“It’s the last week of August, when Chelsea is in the US.”

“Oh.” That’s all I can say. Oh.

Things between Mason and I haven’t changed. We text from time to time, mostly him asking me how are things going with the move, if I need anything. And the urge to tell him that what I need the most is him by my side, is real. But I don’t do it. He still needs time, and I promised I would respect his decision. Even if it is killing me.

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My first weeks in Spain are a blur, constantly going from one place to another. When I’m not training, it’s time to do interviews and photoshoots, and there is a point where I lose track of how many I’ve done. Though I’m kind of thankful for it all, because I don’t have time to think. I’m so tired, that the moment I get home I instantly fall asleep.

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We are playing our first proper game of the season at home, at the Alfredo Di Stefano. And it is packed with people.

“You’ll be fine” one of my teammates says, giving my shoulder a little squeeze. “Just take a deep breath.”

“Yes” I reply with a shy smile. All the girls have welcomed me with open arms, making this huge change a lot easier. And I can’t thank them enough.

The moment we go out for our warm-up, the noise is crazy. Everyone is cheering, clapping, and I can hear some people screaming my name. Every time I touch the ball, I hear more cheers and screams. But instead of getting nervous, they give me energy, making me more eager for the start of the game.

When we go back inside to get changed, someone from the staff pulls me away.

“There is someone waiting for you” he says.

“Now?” I ask.

“Yes, now. He’s over there” he says, pointing to a corridor nearby.

“Mason?” I say when I see the person standing there. It can’t be. It can’t be him.

“Hello, gorgeous” he says with a big smile.

I can’t help it and throw myself into his arms, making him take a step back to not lose balance. But he hugs me back, and we are doing it so tightly, that I can feel his heart beating against my chest. It is going as fast as mine.

“What are you doing here?” I say to his neck. “Don’t you have a game tomorrow?”

“I do. But Tuchel allowed me to come in exchange for not having a free day next week. And I must leave tonight.”

“You’ve come just for the game?” I ask, moving to look him in the face.

“I couldn’t miss seeing my girlfriend and fake wife on her first game with Real Madrid, could I?” he says with that smile I love so much.

“Your girlfriend and fake wife?”

“That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

“Am I?”

“Yes, you are.”

“Does this mean…?” I don’t want to say it aloud. I don’t want to jinx it.

“Yes. I don’t need more time to think. I can’t be 100% sure that I won’t feel insecure again, I’m human after all. But I know that if it happens, I’ll have you by my side, that you will help me get through it. Just like I will help you and be by your side whenever you need me.”

“You need to wrap it up, guys” the staff member from earlier says behind me.

“Already?” I say.

“I’m afraid so.”

“I’ll be on the stands cheering for you” Mason says. “Now you go and show those Spaniards what you are capable of.”

“Promise me that you won’t leave the stadium without saying goodbye.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“I love you, Mason” I say, hugging him again, not wanting to let him go.

“I love you too, gorgeous.”

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#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount fanfic #football imagine #football fanfic

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And Another One - Casualty Hiatus Thoughts - 2/?

I'm still ill but I went into uni anyway like the brave little soldier that I am! (Every night, I decide that all the work that I need to do can be done “tomorrow” but we’re rapidly running out of those until the deadlines. I have lost my train pass and student ID. All I’ve listened to all day is the demo version of Geyser by Mitski. Vague sense of doom.) I got myself some Tesco Finest cookies on the way home. I’m just complaining here.

I'm back for more already, seems like I've opened the floodgates but this one won't be as lengthy as the other one was. Genuinely sorry I can’t shut up. I thought I was done for a while but I put an episode from series 36 on in the background thinking that I'd be able to do stuff while it played but got distracted by my opinions.

Potentially all over the place again, though this one does manage to be mostly about the series 36 mother-hell storylines. So there's a theme. Warning - I started going off about Dark Room which has a lot of transphobia in it and that’s part of what I talked about.

I really don’t know how I feel about the resolutions of Sah and Teddy’s storylines with their mums. Okay, we already know I'm about to be going on about Sah and Teddy's mother problems storylines but I'm sure there are other characters who this is/isn't applicable to - feel free to let me know about it. As a recap: it’s kind of hard for me to figure out how to describe exactly what happens at the end of Friends Like These, but if anyone has ever seen that quote that’s like “I tried to ask my parents to leave the room, but not my life”, Teddy asks Gaynor to leave the room and she leaves his life. A couple months later a patient situation causes Teddy to call his mum (and that is not brought up again when he gets trapped in a mine in the next episode) and also we are left to assume that all is fine now. Pretty simplistically, in Enough, Sah and Jools talk it out after Kevin has another stroke and then they are also just portrayed as being okay forever by the end of that episode.

I can absolutely believe that these characters, sad and work-stressed and not always the most emotionally mature, would forgive their mothers. I don’t even disagree with it happening on a story level because I think it could make for a really good development in those stories, or even just a less-than-happy ending. What I don’t enjoy is how these endings are presented as being happily-ever-afters and that everything is supposed to be fine now because they’ve forgiven/reconciled with their mothers who haven’t really done anything to deserve it. Jools is objectively neglectful, and telling Sah they were always enough does not make up for that. I think Gaynor’s behaviour is emotionally abusive; she’s controlling his life, emotionally manipulating him, she’s trying to even limit his contact with people other than her (and she has been doing this, he “wasn’t allowed friends”). Unless I'm wrong, we don’t see or hear from Gaynor at all between Friends Like These and We Need To Talk About Ollie. I don’t doubt they love their kids but that doesn’t make them good parents, and it’s not on their kids to be doing the work to improve the relationships. If we’re getting these forgiveness endings then Jools and Gaynor need to put more effort into proving they’ve changed. Or (and I'd probably find this more interesting cause I'm mean). Forgiveness needs to be presented as something that isn’t this simple happy ending because it doesn't feel like that in these circumstances. I respect the potential misery of the undeserved forgiveness, I love misery for them, especially when they’re both in mother-hell together, I am mean. But if you want to give them a happily-ever-after, keep them away from their mothers or make their mothers do the work.

They make Sah be the bigger person way too much, actually. In Dark Room, why does Sah have to be nice to Scott when Scott deserves to get re-beaten to a pulp? I don’t care that his mum is also terrible. Not only did he bully them when they were teenagers, he tried to ruin their whole life as a fully grown adult. Their mum is terrible as well and you don’t see them acting like that. They don’t need to be the bigger person and try to help Scott and his also terrible mother, they need a weapon of mass destruction. Also, why is Sah’s deadname used so excessively in series 36? Or at all? Ever? I’m sure there were ways around the audience ever needing to actually know what it was, even if they felt like the story required the implication of characters using it. Another potential Casualty hot take, maybe? I don't think Sah's dad is all that great of a parent either. Obviously it is entirely Jools' fault that Sah has to be his carer at such a young age, he had no control over that and Jools is definitely the worse parent, but getting back with Jools without telling Sah, cancelling plans with Sah to go on dates with Jools, excusing Jools’ pretty transphobic remarks and acting like Sah has to forgive Jools because he has really isn’t great. They were right when they said “it’s not just you she left”. IT’S! NOT! JUST! KEVIN! SHE! LEFT! It annoys me that Casualty is like ‘this action will have consequences’ about that scene because Sah is right. The only person I truly like from Sah’s pre-joining-Casualty life is Bill Phillipsen (and his dead wife) and he died. I knew you very briefly/not at all but I miss you Bill and Jean <\3

This post is absolutely the post for me to start getting into the connections between the mother-hell storylines but I won’t in full. They are kind of this pair of opposites, not just on this wider level of overinvolved mother vs uninvolved mother, there are a lot of patterns I’ve noticed in the episodes and the dialogue. I’d find them all now but it's 2am and I need to be awake at 8am at the latest so I’m putting off compiling that list for another day. Some faves that I can remember off the top of my head: opposite Jan advice scenes, Gaynor really struggling to say she’s proud of Teddy even though he really wants her to while one of the first things Jools tries to say to Sah is that she’s proud of them and they tell her not to, “you won’t see me back if I go” vs “I’m back now if it’s not too late”. I really like these connections, that's why I'm so passionate about what I don't agree with in these storylines.

I didn't mention this in my last post but I got my hands on a bootleg of The Play That Goes Wrong with Milo Clarke as Max and it's very enjoyable. I've been meaning to watch TPTGW at least since I watched both series of the show, probably longer, and I succumbed to the Casualty brainrot and and had to see his version. All I'll say: He really knows how to play aunt based nepotism and situations that could be solved with polyamory.

Based on when one of the episodes is set to air, I don’t think we’ll see Casualty back until about December 30th, unless we are gonna have another break between episodes once it comes back. I don’t really care that much and also, Christmas/New Years episode? The most recent Christmas episode was that one where they were like “what if it was last year?” back in 2021 and that’s always been a weird choice to me. I just want a silly little festive one, normal Casualty episode featuring carol singing and tinsel and the implication of a really intense staff party (we will never get the Sah/Teddy Christmas party of my dreams, not this year cause they’re in the current situation, not last year cause no Christmas episode and also the stuff with Jan was happening then, not the year before…). The only thing that bothers me about the hiatus is the inevitable time skip, so much time will have elapsed in universe by the time it comes back so I feel like we will have missed a lot of the immediate aftermath of stuff that happened at the end of Driving Force.

#mitski may not know it but her music is about the questionable relationships in the pretend hospital #you're my number one. you're the one i want. and i've turned down every hand that has beckoned me to come. so true mitski #geyser is such a good song. I WILL BE THE ONE YOU NEED THE WAY I CAN'T BE WITHOUT YOU.#shilling for mitski cause my love mine all mine got popular and i want people to listen to her other songs thanks for noticing #bbc casualty #casualty #shoelace fandom #teddy gowan #sah brockner

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Endangered | Chapter Eight

Paul Lahote x OFC

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, "Anna", moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

October

Something switched in me the night Bella was found in the forest. She was drowning. Unwilling to reach out for a life vest, it seemed like she was hell-bent on dragging us down with her, so I became a buffer. Keeping Charlie from jumping in to save her despite himself.

I started combing through each page of my mother’s notes and family books at night, with Bella’s screaming, it’s not like I’m sleeping much anyway. They detailed everything she knew about our bloodline, our magic, and how it worked, along with spells, rituals, and practices to strengthen my gifts.

A sinking feeling in my gut tells me that she had a reason for committing this all the paper, that she knew she would be gone one day. My fingers often trace over her signature written on the inside of the covers of her books, trying to feel what she felt in those moments. Aurelia Swan.

I understand it more now, how my magic works. Before I just had a loose understanding, that the Fae have a connection with nature. My mother was more worried about me learning to hide or deflect enough to get away from danger than anything else.

Surprisingly, it’s a little more scientific than that, the Fae seem to be deeply connected to the Earth on an energetic level, and the whole “energy can never be created or destroyed” thing seems to adhere to them. They can manipulate that energy, usually creating a telekinetic or photokinetic effect.

Now that the Cullens were gone, I needed to be able to assure the safety of my family and myself. The Pack had enough to deal with, hikers were continuously going missing or coming up dead, with just the three of them shifting, they were spread thin.

So, I practiced. I learned the spells; I did the meditations and rituals. So far, it was working. My elemental manipulation was getting stronger. Every day I pushed it a little farther. The electricity that once could spark from just my fingertips now spread through my hands, even concentrating it into a ball in between my hands,

Water was the easiest element for me to work with, and with snow starting to fall, I learned that that affinity transferred to any form of water. I could move water in any way I desired. I had fun making shapes and figures, and ice turned out to be quite the weapon. The trees on the edge of the forest outside my house were scarred from my target practice.

Earth and wind were both easily adaptable. By week two, I could move large rocks with some focus, and wind, despite a challenge to tame, seemed to start working with me. So much so that I accidentally got swept off my feet a few times by it.

Fire was the element I was most scared of. It felt temperamental and volatile. It took all of my energy just to create a flame at my fingertips.

Apart from the elements, my next focus was to enhance my shields, it was like building up walls around me. I wanted to be able to shield the whole house, making it impossible for other supernatural creatures to get in. In one of the books, I learned about special warding and put those up immediately. Now I would be alerted through my connections if anyone came close. So far, it was just the wolves stopping by during patrols.

I barely slept anymore, the nights were dedicated to reading and trying to keep up with school and my afternoons were spent training as much as I could unless I was with Paul or the pack. They were increasingly concerned about my antics, but I did my best to hide the toll it took on me.

Sometimes though, when Bella’s screams shake through the house yet again, it’s just too overwhelming.

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Knock, knock, knock.

I stand on the porch of Emily’s house, rain beating down. I have my hood pulled up and tighten it against my body, the cold seeping into my bones.

It’s late, almost eleven o’clock, but I know she’s awake. It’s Friday, all three of them are out now, tracking some vampires on the outskirts of Forks. Emily doesn’t sleep much until Sam gets home. They have been trying to cover the most active times, but it’s almost impossible to have someone out at all times.

Opening, the door, Emily looks at me with sad eyes.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Even my voice is tired, and I know once Emily sees me in the light, without the makeup I’ve been using to disguise my deprivation, I won’t hear the end of it tomorrow, but right now, I don’t have it in me to care.

“Of course, sweet girl. Come in. I was just making some tea.”

I sit at the table, head in my hands as Emily sets a mug in front of me. It’s a touch too hot, so I blow on it, my breath creating a thin layer of ice on the top that melts into the tea.

“Thank you,” I murmur, taking a sip.

“Is it still happening?” She asks. It had been hard to hide from them the reason for my sleepless nights, and I had folded and told them a few days ago, as Bella’s night terrors seemed to get worse as the month dragged on.

“Every night,” I sigh.

“And she still won’t talk to anyone?” Emily’s tone is slightly pointed, her opinion is clear on the matter. She thinks Bella needs professional help, and that Charlie should step up and make her go.

“She barely says a word,” I admit.

“Anna... you look like hell.” It’s not an insult, it’s true. The bags under my eyes are getting deeper, and my face was fallen.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Paul’s worried, he’s told me how much you’ve been overexerting yourself... it’s too much.”

“I can handle it.” I have been so far. I need to be able to handle it.

“Can you?”

I sigh, taking another sip of the tea in front of me.

“What else can I do, Em?” My voice betrays how desperate I feel, how hopeless it seems. It’s been almost a month since the Cullens left, but it feels so much longer.

She sighs and nods, seeing there is no energy left in me to fight.

“I’ll make up the guest bed for you,” she stands and squeezes my shoulder.

“No, there’s no need, I can sleep on the couch.”

She waves me off, disappearing into the room. I move over to the couch while I wait for her to return, my eyelids heavy. By the time Emily comes back, I am already asleep, curled up in the corner of the couch with my head resting against the arm.

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I stir when a pair of warm arms pick me up, cradling me under my knees and my waist. I know it Paul by the feeling in my chest before he even speaks.

“She crashed almost immediately. I didn’t even have time to put the comforter on the bed before she was out,” Emily whispers.

“It’s fine Emily, thank you for calling me.”

“I’m really worried about her Paul.”

“Yeah, I am too. I don’t know what to do.”

I feel him lay me down on a bed, gently pulling off my shoes, and covering me with a blanket. As he turns to leave, I grab his hand.

“Stay,” I say groggily, opening my eyes slightly.

Paul looks at Emily, asking permission. She nods and turns the light off as she leaves.

The bed dips beside me as Paul lays down. I move closer to him, laying my head on his bare chest and an arm slung around his waist.

“You’re warm,” I whisper.

“You’re cold,” he counters.

“It was raining.”

“I know love,” he says quietly, kissing my head.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Get some rest, Anna,” he says, shushing me when I protest. I sigh and cuddle closer to him, exhaustion taking over once more.

I am lulled to sleep by the steady beating of his heartbeat.

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I’m woken up by sunlight in from the window hitting my face, groaning I roll over to turn away from it, but am stopped by running into Paul’s chest. He was already awake, playing with my hair.

“Not a morning person I see,” he says.

“Shh,” I say covering my eyes and ears, “It’s too early for noise.”

He laughs and kisses my head, pulling the blanket off me.

“Come on Princess, Emily is making breakfast,” Paul says getting up. It occurs to me that last night was the first time we spent the night together, and I’m grateful he seems to consider it normal enough not to mention.

“I refuse to move until coffee is made,” I say, laying on my back and putting a pillow on top of my face.

“Noted, should I go put in your order?”

I throw the pillow at him, but he catches it before it can hit him. Stupid supernatural reflexes.

“This is classified as torture you know,” I groan, sliding half of my body off the bed to the floor, pouting.

He holds out his hand and helps me up, and I am finally awake enough to look him over. A blush spreads over my face as I notice his bare chest and sweat shorts. He must have come here directly after leaving watch.

“Thank you for staying.” I try smoothing out my hair, which was surely a mess after the rain.

“I’m just happy you were able to sleep through the night,” he says, worried. While he was less than sympathetic towards the Cullens, he felt bad for Bella in a way, but that patience was wearing thin the longer it went on, considering the effect it was having on me.

Paul and I had fallen into a comfortable routine over the last month. When he was running around the forest, I was either studying or practicing and the rest of the time we were together, sometimes just us, sometimes with the rest of the pack.

He pulls me close and kisses me on the nose and cheeks, making me laugh.

“All right, all right, I’m awake,” I giggle, pushing him away, he puts a hand over his heart and frowns. I take his hand in mine and he guides me to the kitchen.

Downstairs, Sam is sitting at the table. I sit across from him, and he slides over a cup of coffee to me.

“Sam, have I ever told you that you’re my favorite?” I sigh as a drink half of the cup. Paul and Sam speak at the same time.

“Hey!” Paul gasps.

“No, but I’ll remember how easy you are to bribe for the future,” Sam smirks at me. Emily sets down a plate of eggs and some toast in front of us. With a chorus of thanks from us, she sits down next to Sam.

“Is Jared coming over?” I ask.

“No, he’s busy,” Sam chuckles, but I raise an eyebrow at him in question.

“Are you up for a Council Meeting tonight, Anna? Seems like we have a new person to introduce the stories to,” Sam provides.

I gasp and look around the table, Paul has a self-satisfying smirk on his face, and Emily is smiling fondly.

“No way,” I reply.

“Way,” Paul says, lightly hitting me with his shoulder.

“Jared imprinted!? On who?! Tell me everything.”

Her name was Kim, and she had a massive crush on Jared in high school. She was a senior still, and Jared had run into her, quite literally, on the beach last weekend. He was enamored, Sam says he’s even worse than he and Paul ever were.

“Oh my god, I am never going to let him live this down,’ I announce, leaning back in my chair. They all laugh, and the conversation continues throughout breakfast. I help Emily clean up after, making sure to let her know how much I appreciate her kindness in opening her home to me. She just shakes her head, saying that’s what you do for family.

And as much as I love my cousin, and how much I appreciate all Charlie has done for me, right now, that house was too broken to be a home. Emily was right, they were my family.

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Conflict of Interest

mature content discussed in this story. all chapters in series masterlist. smut included in this chapter. disclaimer: this chapter is longer than usual!!

Chapter Twenty-Five: All’s Well That Ends Well

After a month longer of school work, training, and preparing for your future career, Spring Break finally finds its way to you.

You’re excited to have a week off of everything. No classes. No homework. No training. And no dorm room.

Spencer was gracious enough to offer that you spend the week with him in his apartment. And who are you to turn down an opportunity to be away from the Quantico dorms for a while?

“I can’t believe you’re ditching me!” Nina stands in front of you, hovering above your body as you pack your bag, her arms crossed.

“Oh c’mon, it’s just a week. And we’ll have lunch together,” you offer them a smile.

“Fine,” she rolls her eyes. “I guess it won’t be too bad to have the room all to myself.”

“See; bright side.”

“Mhm.”

“And there’s no curfew for the week. I’m sure Spencer would be more than welcoming if you wanted to spend the night sometime,” you tell them.

“Spend the night at my professor’s place? Isn’t that wei-? Oh right,” Nina let’s out an awkward chuckle.

You ignore the comment. You know it’s weird. It’s more than weird to be dating your professor. But in a month he won’t be your professor anymore. In a month you won’t have to hide away. Of course, there will be people who still think it’s weird, but it won’t be as frowned upon. You just have to get through this month.

“Suit yourself,” you shrug, zipping up the bag packed full of things you’ll need for the week.

“I thought you were only staying here a week,” Spencer says, eyeing your bloated bag before taking it off your hands and carrying it to his bedroom for you.

“No commenting on my overpacking problem,” you point your finger at him. “It’s better to have things you don’t need then need things you don’t have.”

“I can’t argue with that logic,” he chuckles softly, setting your bag down on his neatly made bed.

He pulls you closer to him, hands on your hips. Yours rest behind his neck, twirling his soft curls in your fingers.

“I’m so relieved to have this week off,” you say with an exaggerated sigh.

“Me too. It’ll allow me to focus on my favorite student,” he winks playfully.

“Ew. Don’t call me your student outside of the classroom. Feels icky.”

“Right,” Spencer says with a soft laugh, it’s tainted with the same mixed feelings you have about your situation.

“Plus you’ll probably be stolen away from me by some needy serial killer.” A pout finds its way to your lips.

“Probably,” he nods, “But it won’t be the whole week.”

“Good,” you say with a soft grin.

“What do you say we break in this week together?” Spencer’s eyebrows wiggle up and down, making you laugh.

“I say you better feed me and let me unpack before we do anything, Doctor.”

“Understandable,” he grins softly.

Spencer orders takeout while you unpack your clothes. He has an empty drawer in his dresser, so you decide to make it yours for the week. You organize your skincare and beauty products neatly the bathroom as to not take up too much space, not that he takes it up either.

“God, I love you.”

“Are you talking to me or the orange chicken?” Spencer laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

“Can a woman not love two things?” You tease, placing down your mostly empty container.

“I’m not sure how someone can be sexy with sauce on their face, but you’ve accomplished that somehow,” he says, leaning in to wipe your bottom lip with a napkin.

A soft blush creeps up on your face as you chuckle at his words.

The honeymoon phase of the relationship is fading, but you still find each other as attractive as ever. The best part about it is that you don’t feel the need to dress up for each other in order to feel sexy. He makes you feel sexy when you’re in sweatpants and one of his t shirts from his days at Caltech. Or when you’re a mess from having just woken up. And you think he’s sexy when he has unruly curls sticking up from his head and a shirt with coffee stains on his body. It’s refreshing in a kind of intimating way.

“I think I may take you up on that offer from earlier.” A smirk lays on your features.

“I don’t recall an offer. Remind me what it was again?”

“Words like that don’t make sense coming from you, Dr. Eidetic memory,” you chuckle softly. “But nice try.”

He rolls his eyes, pulling you onto his lap. The smile stays on your face as you look down into his charming hazel eyes. The color reminds you of a pool of honey. You wouldn’t mind drowning it it.

Spencer’s hands rest on you waist, holding you close to him. Yours claim their spot on his chest as you lean down and press your lips to his.

The kiss is slow and gentle, the two of you taking your time. As your mouths begin to work on each other’s more passionately, your fingers find their way back to his curls.

“Arms up,” Spencer says as he tugs on your top.

You oblige, lifting your arms so he can rid you of your shirt. The sloppy kisses proceed quickly after the shirt is over your head and onto the floor of his living room. His hands trail up your bare skin, sending shivers throughout your body as they make a their way to your chest. They claim the swell of your breasts, squeezing them and massaging them as he continues to kiss you. Soft moans release from your lips into his, and you’re sure you feel him smile at the sounds.

Soon enough, the both of you are stripped down to your underwear. Hickeys are left all over his neck and yours.

You pull away from him, lips kiss- swollen. “I need you to touch me.”

“I have been touching you, darling,” he smiles, his pretty pink lips just as swollen.

“I need you to touch me touch me,” you whine.

“Show me where.”

You take one of the hands that’s on your thighs and move it up until he’s touching the cotton material of your blue underwear. The little bow on it looks all too innocent for this situation.

“Please.” The doe eyes are prominent on your face now, begging him.

“How can I say no to you, my princess?” He smiles, pressing his forehead to yours.

His hand grips your center, fingers brushing against your covered clit.

“Baby, these are soaked,” he says, rubbing his fingers over the material.

You make a soft whimpering noise, moving your hips with desperate need for friction.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Spencer assures you, his voice soft.

You love this side of him. The gentle, caring Spencer who just wants to please. It’s one of your favorites.

His slips the blue clothing down your legs and onto to floor before his hand returns to the place you need it to be.

With your forehead pressed against his, you have the perfect view of your laps. You see the bulge in his boxers grow as his fingers slip into the wetness between your thighs.

His pace is antagonizingly slow, but you know he just wants to take his time and enjoy this moment with you.

After a while of your noises filling the little bit of space between you two and his fingers slowly pumping inside of you as his thumb works your clit, you can’t take the slow speed any more. You take matters into your own hands, not literally since it’s still his hand, and you roll your hips against him.

Spencer doesn’t argue, he just chuckles teasingly as you ride his fingers. Your whines grow louder until the knot bundled up in your stomach finally releases.

Pants release from your lips as you close your eyes. When you finally open them, you’re greeted with the sight of Spencer’s fingers in his mouth, tongue cleaning off his hand. The sight evokes a low noise from you.

Spencer grins at you as he takes his two fingers from his mouth. He then leans in, kissing you deeply so you can taste the same substance he was enjoying.

“Every day,” he says against your lips. “I want to hear those noises every day.”

A smile creeps up on your face. “I’m not complaining.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, hand going behind your neck to pull you in for another kiss.

Some time, sweat, and moans later, the two of you are reaching your climax together. You’re bouncing on him at a quick pace, and he’s meeting your effort, his hips bucking up each time yours come down.

Heavy pants and groans of each other’s names fill the entire apartment. His hand that’s tangled in your hair tugs somewhat hard, eliciting another loud moan from your tongue. Your nails scratch down his shoulders, leaving red lines on his skin.

When the both of you come down from the high, you stay there for a moment, enjoying the sound of each other’s staggered breathing.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice raspy.

“I love you too,” you smile against his chest. Your head lingers on his bare skin for a while longer, listening to his heartbeat.

Too soon, you get up off of him and head to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

“Let me help,” Spencer’s soft voice appears behind you as you wipe the insides of your legs.

“You’re always the one to clean up, let me do it,” you say then after you’re done with yourself, you sit him down on the bed and use a damp cloth to clean him as well.

The two of you get dressed in a fresh pair of cozy clothes, and soon you’re wrapped in his arms as the two of you watch some silly sitcom that comes on the tv.

“How much longer will you be gone?” You ask with a pitiful voice.

You’re laying in Spencer’s bed, wearing his t shirt as you watch the ceiling fan spin in circles.

“Should be back tomorrow night. No later than Thursday,” he answers from his side of the phone.

Spencer left yesterday morning for a case, and you’ve been dying of boredom in his apartment alone. You went out with Nina and even watched some movies in Spencer’s living room, but when you weren’t with her or on the phone with Spencer, you’ve been annoyingly bored. And it’s only been 36 hours.

“Okay,” you sigh softly.

“Miss me?”

“You don’t even know.”

“You’re adorable,” he says, and you can practically see his charmingly beautiful smile from a thousand miles away.

“Don’t flatter me, I’m sad.”

“I promise, you’ll be okay.”

“I know, I know,” you groan. “Just be safe, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You’re in his bed, taking a nap to escape the boredom. It’s 3pm on Thursday.

A hand touches your face gently, moving the hair out of your eyes. You shoot up from your spot on his bed, ready to kick whoever that hand belonged to in the balls.

“Oh you’re home,” you smile when you see who it is.

“I am. Thank you for not killing me,” he laughs softly.

“You scared the shit out of me, Spence!”

“I’m sorry! You just looked so pretty all sleepy and snoring.”

“I was not snoring!” You fold your arms in front of your chest.

“A little bit.” He held his pointer finger and thumb close together.

“Shut up.”

He smiles, huffing out a laugh. Spencer crawls next to you in his bed, planting kisses on your face.

“I missed you,” he says against your neck, laying his head on your shoulder.

“I missed you more,” you tell him, smoothing his hair back from his face and planting a kiss on his head.

Spencer, tired from the case, decides to join you in your nap. He lays on your chest, arms wrapped around your torso.

For the last 3 days and 9 hours of Spring break, the two of you spend time together. You go out to eat for fun little dates, watch movies, and of course, have quite a lot of sex.

Monday shows up way too soon, and you’re back to training. The training consists of endurance running, obstacles, shooting, and self defense. Training has been getting more difficult and longer since you’re all getting closer to actually being agents.

By the time training is over, the braids in your hair are practically soaked in sweat and your body aches.

“Just one more month,” Logan, one of yours and Nina’s friends says as he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand.

“We’ve got this,” you say, trying to sound enthusiastic, but just sounding tired.

Once you get back to the dorms, you rush to the shower so you don’t have to be one of the girls who wait in your sweatiness. The cold water that washes off the dirt and stickiness feels amazing on your already sore muscles.

“Miss Y/l/n,” the secretary calls your name, gesturing you to come toward her.

Your hair is still damn from the shower and you’re dressed in the light blue FBI academy t shirt and black jeans.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Mr. Wray would like to see you. Do you know where his office is?”

“Yes, I do,” you nod.

“Alright, thank you,” she says.

“Thank you,” you say back and make your way to the director of the academy’s office.

You’re nervous as shit. What could he want? Maybe he was going to talk to you about being one of the top students. In grades, training, and shooting all averaged up, you come in number two. Technically the salutatorian if they did a special thing like that.

You knock on the door and are welcomed in. “Mr. Wray? You wanted to see me.”

“Yes, take a seat.”

What happens in the next 10 minutes makes you feel like you’re in an alternate reality. And alternate reality where things go horribly wrong, and life absolutely sucks.

“It’s come to my attention that you and one of our professors have been having an inappropriate relationship,” he says, his face stone hard.

Your stomach drops to the floor. This cannot be real.

“Would you care to deny this?”

You shake your head, barely hearing him. There’s no use in defending yourself when it would be lying.

“Miss Y/l/n. You know this is not acceptable. We cannot let this go. It has to be dealt with.”

Dealt with? What the fuck does that mean?

You nod your head, still hanging it low.

“We’re going to have to ask you to drop out.”

Those words do evoke a verbal reaction from you. You look up, eyes wide. “Drop out? What?”

“You’re a bright young lady, and you’d make a great agent, but this is just unacceptable. You can’t continue to be Dr. Reid’s student. It’s a conflict of interest,” he says.

“I- I can’t drop out. I’m so close to graduation!”

“I’m sorry, Miss Y/l/n. I’m not saying I believe this, but if you continue in the academy, people will think your grades reflect the relationship between you and your professor.”

“Oh my God,” you say softly, feeling like you’re going to throw up all over the director’s desk.

“If we kicked you out, it would look bad on your reputation, but if you take our deal and drop out, we’ll make sure to give the best recommendations on your behalf,” he tells you.

You want to punch his stupid, grey bearded face, but you know this isn’t your fault. It’s yours.

“And we’re going to be talking to Dr. Reid as well. He will not be let go, but I assure you, he will facing consequences too,” he says. “Thank you for your time.”

And just like that, the rug containing your entire future is swept out beneath you. All your dreams, all your hard work, all your plans, out the window.

The tears spill over before you can even get to the elevator.

Nina’s in class, where you would be if you hadn’t made such stupid decisions, so you rush to your room, plop on the bed, and let the sobs stream down.

After two hours of pure crying and screaming into your pillow, there’s a knock on your door. “Y/n,” the soft voice says from the other side of the door. “Y/n, can I come in?”

He’s the last person you want to see right now, but he comes in anyway after a while of silence from your end.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He sits down beside you on the bed. “Why weren’t you in class?”

He doesn’t know. They haven’t talked to him yet. Of course they haven’t, he was in class.

“I was pulled into the director’s office today,” you tell him, not getting up from your spot.

“What? Why?”

You sit up, revealing your red, tear stained face. “He told me I have to drop out of the academy. He said it’s a conflict of interest- you being my professor. He said my grades could be a reflect of our relationship and not my brain.”

“That’s ridiculous! You’re super smart!” Spencer said, reaching his hand to touch your knee, but you move your leg away from him.

“Well, apparently I’m not as smart as I thought I was because I got tangled up in some fairytale. I got tangled up in you.”

“Y/n..”

“No. Spencer you don’t get it. All you’re getting is a slap on the wrist. Because you’re well respected, and you’re a man, and you’re you. I’m getting my career taken from me,” you say with a shaky voice.

“You’re right… it’s not fair,” Spencer’s voice is soft, he looks down.

“No. No it’s really fucking not.” You run your hands down your face.

“i can’t ask you to let us make this work- make us work- because I know how much this field means to you,” he says softly.

Exactly. You know how much this means to me, and because of you it’s all being thrown away. You want to say this to him, but you can’t. You had just as much part in it as he did.

“I think this is it, Dr. Reid,” you say instead.

The look on his face tells you he wants to say to hell with that. He wants to march up to the people who are kicking you out and rip them a new one. More importantly, he wants to keep you. “I understand,” is what he decides on.

You can’t even watch him walk away. Instead, your eyes stay on the carpet of your dorm room, well the dorm room you’ve spent the past few months in that isn’t yours anymore. The feeling that courses through your veins is one of total heart wrenching pain.

You want to scream. You want to throw things at the wall. But you don’t do either of those things. Instead, you call the one person who may be able to make this somewhat better. You call your dad.

Four years later:

The Academy people made a special deal with you and with the LAPD: your grades and scores would transfer over, and all you had to do was the final tests in order to become a cop. They told the LAPD that you were released because of a conflict of interest and not anything too discrediting on your part.

You were only a uniformed cop for 20 months, and now you’re a detective. It’s not exactly what you’d dreamed of almost your entire life, but it’s not too many steps down from it.

Your training with case work has made you become a respectful detective, but occasionally you run into cops and detectives who have heard rumors about why the FBI didn’t work out for you. It’s a little awkward and annoying for you because you know some of these men think you fucked your way to get here. But really, you got fucked. Fucked over.

Of course, you know this is your fault. You shouldn’t have been in a relationship with your professor. It was stupid and unprofessional.

But a part of you doesn’t entirely regret it. You loved him. He was an important part of your life. You don’t regret him, but you regret letting the relationship ruin your career plans.

At least you have this job. The cases aren’t as hard or interesting as they were during training or how they would be if you were in the FBI, but they’re still stimulating enough for the brain.

And there is a plus side to being in Los Angeles; you’re only 6 hours from your family instead of across the whole damn country. And on a detective’s salary, you can afford to book a flight to San Francisco every month to see your dad and brothers.

“You called in the FBI without my permission? This is my case.” You said, crossing your arms around your chest.

“It’s our case, Detective Y/l/n,” your coworker, Detective Liam Taylor, says from his seat on the desk.

“It’s my case. I asked you for an opinion.”

“And my opinion was to call in reinforcements, but no someone’s too stubborn.”

“I can do this case.”

“Y/n,” he sighs. “I know you can do this. But some cases need fresh eyes. And cases like this need the extra professionalism of the FBI.”

You sit down on the edge of his desk. “Fine. You’re probably right.”

“I’m always right.”

“Don’t push it, Taylor,” you point your finger at him.

Detective Taylor and you did not get along at first. You’re both stubborn, opinionated, and smart. And he’s flirty. And you’re kind of a hard ass, but you’ll never admit that out loud.

“What group did you call in?”

“The BAU.”

“What?” Your eyes widen.

“The Behavioral Analysis Unit. You know the fancy one that uses more psychology than-”

“I know what the BAU is, Taylor,” you roll your eyes.

“Then what’s the confusion?”

“Nothing,” you say with a shake of your head. “Give them my number. It’s still my case.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Detective,” you correct as you hop off his desk and sit down at yours.

Shit. The BAU is coming to help with your case. The same unit your ex is most likely still a part of. But perhaps you’re lucky enough for him to have retired early or become a full time professor.

After you moved back to California, you cut off all ties with Dr. Reid. You even refrained from googling him and the BAU. So you have no idea how his work life has been going these past few years.

You find out the next morning that you’re not as lucky as you hoped. The very same Spencer Reid you loved years ago walks down the jet stairs behind the rest of the team. Most of these guys you met when you and Reid were dating, but some are new faces.

“Agent Y/l/n,” you introduce yourself. “I’m so sorry to ask this, but who’s the Unit Chief? My fellow detective called in for back up, so he’s the one you talked to.”

“I am.”

Those two words made you want to throw the fuck up. It wasn’t the two syllables that made that feeling bubble up in your stomach. It was the person who said it.

Unit Chief Dr. Spencer Reid.

Another part of you would be incredibly happy for him, but since it’s your case he’s joining, you’re not.

“Great,” you force a smile on your face. “It’s nice to meet all of you. If you’ll follow me, we can head to the precinct.”

Tara Lewis, Luke Alvez, and Jennifer Jareau are the only agents you met other than Spencer that are still a part of the BAU.

You just hope they forgot about you. It has been four years. But too bad for you, Dr. Reid has an eidetic memory, and you know he hasn’t forgotten a single thing.

Surprisingly, you get through the few days of the case with professionalism and hard work. The BAU was extremely helpful in finding key details you and Detective Taylor couldn’t. They also didn’t entirely take the case away from you. You still got to be a part of everything.

“I’m still waiting for my thank you for calling in the BAU,” Liam says as you sit on his desk again, sighing.

“Thanks,” you glare at him.

“What’s your deal? You’ve been weird all week,” he eyes you.

“I have not been weird.”

“Denial is not a cute look on you, Y/l/n.”

“I have history with the BAU,” you tell him with another sigh. “Well, sort of.”

“What the hell does that mean?” He laughs softly.

“The Unit Chief. We uh…”

“Please don’t tell me you hooked up with the head of the BAU.”

“Worse. I dated him,” you plop your head into your hands.

“Holy shit, Y/l/n!”

“Don’t tell anyone. Please. I’m trusting you.”

He tosses his hands up. “I won’t.”

“Detective, can we speak with you?” Dr. Reid says calmly.

You stand up, smoothing down your dark purple button up. Dreadfully, you follow him to one of the rooms on this floor of the precinct.

“Did something happen?” You question.

“No,” he says, turning around to face you.

“Then what are we doing, Dr?”

He furrows his eyebrows a bit with that comment. “I need to talk to you.”

“No,” you say immediately. “I’m not talking to you about anything non-work related.” You turn to leave and he grabs your hand gently.

“It is work related.”

“Okay?” You raise your eyebrows.

“The truth is, I knew this was your case,” he tells you. Before you can respond, he starts talking again. “And the section chief wanted me to take it not just because it was interesting, but because he’s interested in you.”

“What?” You give him a weird look.

He looks different than he did four years ago. He’s older, of course, but he’s aging like fine wine. At almost 40 years old, Spencer is just as beautiful and hot as ever. The hair on his face is neat and scruffy at the same time. His hair’s a little longer. He’s- shit. You cannot be thinking of him like that right now. Or ever again.

“He wants to interview you. An agent just retired and they’re looking for someone with experience and and a fresh, young mind,” Dr. Reid tells you.

“And they want the woman they forced to drop out?”

“They want an interview. They want to give you another chance. It’s another unit in Quantico. It’s two floors down from the BAU.”

You bounce your leg, thinking. “I’ll think about it.”

Spencer nods. “Okay. But if it’s worth anything, I think you should do it. This is what you’ve wanted for forever. You deserve it.”

“Thank you for your support, Dr. Reid, but I don’t need it. I can make decisions on my own.”

“I know you can,” he says softly. “Good work on the case. I wish you well.”

Spencer turns away, leaving the room.

The BAU is leaving tomorrow morning, and you’re extremely relieved for things to go back to normal.

Laying in bed after taking a much need warm shower, you can’t help but think of him. For four years, you’ve been building your reputation in the LAPD and trying to erase the lingering kisses and effect Dr. Reid had on you.

Just as you were finally being successful in that, he flies in and ruins everything. And you’re pissed about it.

If he would’ve just stayed out of your life since that horrid day you were told to drop out of the FBI Academy, you could’ve moved on completely and left him behind. But now all you can think about is how there’s a man in Quantico wanting to interview you for a job that you’ve dreamed of for half your life. And the annoying thoughts of Spencer Reid are crammed in there along with the interview.

Sleep is not something that‘s coming easy for you tonight. You’re used to it though. The tough cases you get can haunt you at times, the poor victims and evil faces keeping up up longer than you’d like. But it’s different now.

Your life has been shaped nicely during the past four years, and it’s taken hard work on your part. You can’t just pack up and leave.

You finally fell asleep convincing yourself of this, but in the morning, you make a possibly idiotic decision.

You get ready quickly and rush to the airport where the BAU will be boarding soon.

“Dr. Reid!” You yell. “Dr. Reid! Spencer!” Running and yelling is something you’ve gotten pretty good at since starting at the LAPD.

He turns around and you finally catch up to him. He nods for the rest of the team to go ahead and board the jet and wait on him.

“Y/n? What-?”

“Can you give me his email? I’ll take the interview,” you breathe out.

“Really?“ He says with a slight smile.

“Yeah,” you nod. “You were right. I’ve wanted this for forever.”

“I’m proud of you,” he says as you draft an email to the section chief so his address will be saved.

“Thank you,” you shoot him a small smile. “You know, um, if I happen to get the job we’ll only be two floors away.”

“That’s true,” he says.

“Maybe if you see me around, you’ll want to ask me for a date.” You can’t believe the words are coming out of your mouth, but you’ve become more confident and a go getter since you’ve grown. You’re 29 years old now. You know what you want. “That is if you aren’t with anyone.”

“I think you can expect a date offer from me,” he smiles, the beautiful dimples showing on his face.

“Good,” you smile back, biting your lip gently.

“I-I’ve got to go,” he points his thumb to the jet. “But I hope to see you soon.”

“Have a safe flight,” you tell him.

Maybe things don’t always work out like people plan, but you know now that it’s true when people say ‘when one door closes, another door opens’ now matter how corny it sounds.

A door slammed in your face four years ago, and a slightly smaller one opened just after. And now a huge gate is letting you in, giving you the life you’ve worked for.

and that’s all guys:) if there’s a request, I will write up a little epilogue. i hope you guys enjoyed this story! i’m sorry if this last chapter is rushed and super long, i just wanted to cover everything. love you guys!

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Mother Dearest Pt.3

Pt. 1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

tw. strange and unusual punishments?? lmk if i missed anything but this is a light chapter

content. haitani brothers mother raises them after they are released from prison

pairings. none, just a mother raising her boys

word count. 1.6k words

a/n. ik its been like half a year but the bitch is back😭not my best work but still a fun read if say

As Rindou goes through excuse after excuse, I remember a certain place near where we promised to meet Izana, a place that might just convince her to let us go. I take a deep breath to focus myself enough to begin my acting. I’m so sorry, Rindou. “Look, mom, he wanted to get a waxing and so I told him the salon I go to has great reviews for it,” Rindou glares at me, like he wants to rip my arm out of my socket like he would with whoever we fight. I continue explaining, “He was embarrassed to tell you because he thought it was ‘girly,’ so he tried to find an excuse.” I feel a little guilty for embarrassing him but the sight of him fuming with rage, trying so hard not to show it is so amusing that not laughing takes every bit of willpower in me.

When mom bursts out laughing, I know we might be in the clear. When she laughs it either means it was so stupid it was believable or that we must be stupid to think she’d believe us. I pray for the former. I pray to whatever god exists that she doesn’t call my bluff. “Rin, baby, don’t assume I’d ever judge you for what you're interested in!” I finally breathe properly, exhaling the air I didn’t even realize was caught in my throat. Rindou seems to ease the humiliation he has felt, I’m almost upset I don’t get to see that pissed-off face anymore. Mom starts the car, pulling out of the driveway as I smile in victory.

She starts taking us to the salon, humming along to the music for a few moments before asking, “So, boys,” She pauses as she turns onto another road, “I’ve been looking to get my hair done recently, you wouldn’t mind if I came in with you, right?” I curse the world, god, the universe, or whatever higher power decided to make it so even with my plan, I still couldn’t get her. I think of a way to get out of this, to work around this mess. “So?”

I think fast, conjuring up any kind of way to be away from her. I fly through thousands of possibilities in a matter of seconds, promptly blurting out, “That’d be fine right, Rin?” He nods, screaming at the thought of actually having to get himself waxed. “Sounds good, I was planning on getting something done but my favourite stylist is all booked so I can just wait in the car until you two are done.” Rindou grimaces, a slight smile pulling through when mom looks at him. She looks excited, Rin less so and I smile when I’m confident that—at Rindou’s expense—I can actually go where I need to. He looks less than happy with me but I couldn’t care less. He should be grateful that at least one of us can meet with Izana.

She talks about what she’s getting done, she’s talking about highlights and maybe a haircut as I message Izana that I’m coming but Rindou can’t. He asks why and I insist on explaining when I get there. I wait in the car, talking to mom and Rindou. She does most of the talking. I love when mom rambles. She could make watching paint dry interesting, always telling stories and making jokes like it’s second nature to her. She stops the car in the parking lot, getting out with Rindou and telling me to wait until they’re done. So, I wait. I wait until I see them get settled. Once I see a stylist attend to mom and Rin look back at me like he’s going to break my neck when this is all over, I leave the car and walk to the bridge above the train tracks where they wanted to meet me.

I sneak under the bridge through the hole in the fence, marvelling at the graffiti covering it as I inhale what smells like a combination of smoke, dirt, and weed. I see Izana and Kakucho, I smile as they question why Rindou didn’t come. “Our mother,” I start, sitting next to one of the support beams, “I had to make up an excuse to leave but then she insisted on going in with Rindou so only I could come. I’ll let him know whatever you say here, though.” I smile, it’s insincere, but I know it makes me come off as a good follower and at this point, that attitude benefits me.

They go on about Izana’s plans. He intends on going after Toman, Mikey in particular. I pay attention, I don’t particularly like Toman so crushing them works for me. I don’t really care about their motives either, whatever reason Izana has to hate Mikey or why Kakucho is so loyal. I genuinely don’t care but this fight will benefit me, and as much as I admire their strength, I don’t know them enough to give a shit. Maybe that’ll change, but I don’t see that happening.

“If that’s all then I’ll go now,” I say, heading back up to the bridge as they follow behind. Once we get back up, we say our goodbyes, ready to part ways when I hear someone scream my name. Well, Fuck me. I see mom driving over, getting out of the car and running over as Rindou saunters behind, head down in shame. “The fuck is this, Ran?” She questions, Izana and Kakucho backing away as I try to speak. “You two, stay here. And I don’t want to hear any lip outta you, Ran, so unless it’s an explanation then zip it.” She’s firm, and we cooperate. I told them a bit about my mom while we were detained together so they know she won’t do shit unless they try something first. She smiles, taking a few deep breaths before saying, “Get in the car, I’ll take you boys home.” They look hesitant but I tell them to just listen and do it so they avoid trouble.

We all get in the car. Me trying to get the back seat when mom orders me next to her. It makes sense knowing her, I’m in the deepest shit here. I sit quietly but she hums to the song on the radio through gritted teeth. She asks where she’s taking Izana and Kakucho, driving in their direction first. I can already tell I’m in for a long lecture when we’re home. “So, how’d you know, mom?” She laughs, insisting it was obvious from the beginning and she was interested in humouring the lie. “But, how’d you get Rin to talk?” I can see her roll her eyes in the mirror, subtly reminding me of every little thing she’s gotten Rindou to fess up to.

“So, why did Ran leave the car?”

Rindou sits shocked as a younger lady lathers his leg up with hot wax. He starts thinking that Ran humiliating him and forcing him to go through this pain will be useless. He looks over at her and she smiles. He knows that smile. The smile that spreads across her face when she knows she’s won. He only has one shot, it has to be fast and it has to make sense. “He probably just went to the coffee shop across the street, or ran away ‘cause he knows I’ll kill him for telling you.” Mom chuckles as Rindou prays she doesn’t call his bluff. She keeps looking out the window, watching Ran walk right past the coffee shop and over to the highway.

Rindou takes a deep breath, bracing for impact. He can feel the wax strips placed along his legs. He’s on the verge of fessing up when mom says, “Rip as hard as you can, hun, he’ll be all good.” He tries to muffle his scream before Rindou blurts out, “He went to meet with some people about an upcoming fight, now can we get this over with-” Mom nods, letting poor Rindou get through it as fast as possible, stopping part way through and waiting for moms highlights to be done.

“I didn’t wanna tell her but she tortured me,’ Rindou said, staring out the window. Mom grins from ear to ear, dropping off Izana and Kakucho at some apartment building. I’m confident it’s not where they’re staying but honestly, it’s better for them that our mother doesn’t know where they live. They get out of the car, muttering thank you’s for bringing them home.

Mom stops them before they can close the door. She gives them a look, one that means she’s upset but still cares. Her brows furrow, a half-hearted smile creeps on her face as a sigh escapes her lips. “I know I’m not your momma, but you boys try to stay outta trouble, alright?” They both nod, closing the car door and walking off. She starts the car, driving Rindou and I home. The moment she starts moving, her smile drops and she makes a quick turn to look at each of us. “You boys are in so much trouble when you get home.” Here we go, again.

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