#but he doesn't want to be todo's papa

[rahuratna]

Boogie till we drop (Part 1)

CW: Highly suggestive language and mature themes. MDNI!

Genre: Crack, humour, mystery

Summary: Nanami and Ijichi are called in to handle an investigative mission requested by an unexpected client. The mission takes a strange turn when they learn that they're expected to assist in ... writing erotic fiction.

"Hello, yes. This is Ijichi. I'm just calling in to confirm the - ahhh - mission registered as ... hold on ... 247BH? Yes. That's the one. Yes, I'll hold."

Fingers tapping nervously against the polished wood of his desk, Ijichi regretted that third coffee he'd had this morning. At the time, it had seemed necessary (he was running on empty after a late night driving Gojo to who knows where) but the latest stressful situation was worsening his jitters.

Why? Why did occurrences like this always fall straight onto his overloaded plate? And he didn't even know who could possibly help him. His roster of available sorcerers was looking mighty sparse considering the spring festival coming up. And those that were available ... well. He didn't want to waste anyone's time with something like this! Surely another solution could be found other than registering this as a paying mission -

"Ah, yes? I'm still here. Oh. But .... Surely this could be referred to ... I - Yes. Fine. Yes, I understand the necessity of assisting our allies all too well, but - "

The dial tone on the other end signaled the end of the conversation and Ijichi growled slightly before slamming the phone down. He picked it up right after and checked it for damage, before replacing the receiver more carefully.

And so, it had come to this. Letting out a heavy sigh, he moved his swivel chair over to his desktop PC, opening up the Jujutsu Tech booking platform. This was a handy way to keep track of missions received and completed, as well as the sorcerers who were available to take on said missions.

"Hmm, today is the ... yes. Let me see. Who can I - wait, what? They're all booked already? Dammit."

Fingers clacking frantically over the keys, Ijichi cursed as he wondered how so many of them could have been snapped up during his brief phone call. Talk about rotten luck! And to think of who had requested the mission in the first place ... that person wouldn't be satisfied with just anyone. It would take an experienced and mature sorcerer to -

Ah. Well now.

A certain name, highlighted in green, indicating availability. Now here was a perfect candidate. The issue was not whether he'd accept the job or not (of course he would), it was his tone and expression when Ijichi laid out the details for him which ...

Shuddering slightly, Ijichi picked up the receiver slowly and dialed.

"Good morning, Namami. I have a ... request for you. But ... maybe better explained in person. Why don't you come down to the Tech? We're setting up an interview room and a briefing so you can get all the ... details of this mission." 

Now this was singularly nerve-wracking. Of all the sorcerers who's activities he'd been managing over time, Gojo had always been the one to grant him the greatest number of grey hairs ... but Nanami was different altogether. It wasn't that he was unkind, or even cold. There was just something so exacting in each and every action he took, such responsibility and purpose to the manner in which he conducted his duties that if Ijichi were to perform at anything less than his best, he'd start to feel an unshakeable sense of guilt.

He met Nanami at the elevators, bowing in greeting and leading him to the interview room where their client had been set up. The tall sorcerer looked calm and unflappable as always, dressed in his trademark tan suit and dark blue shirt. Some of Ijichi's nerves must have been showing, though, because halfway down the hallway Nanami spoke.

"What's the matter, Ijichi?"

"Wha - nothing."

"You seem ... more tense than usual. Is it something to do with this mission?"

Knowing that Nanami hated being kept in the dark about vital mission parameters, Ijichi sighed.

"To speak frankly, Nanami, I don't think it will be anything beyond your capabilities. It's the nature of the mission though ... "

"Ah. So you think it's a waste of time?"

"Not that. There's a missing person involved, and cursed spirits, probably. So those things certainly do require some form of investigation."

There was a pause, and Nanami seemed slightly puzzled when he spoke again.

"I've been on plenty of missions of that nature."

Ijichi grimaced. They'd reached Interview Room 5, and he placed his hand on the doorknob.

"I think it's best that you ... speak to the client himself."

Oh, to be a fly on the wall of Interview Room 5. Fortunately, Ijichi felt suitably fly-like at that moment, considering the two powerful presences he found himself shut in a room with, so we don't have to put too much effort into imagining ourselves in the same position.

Seated at the table in the sparsely furnished room, powerful arms crossed intimidatingly over the table's glossy surface, was none other than Aoi Todo, Grade 1 sorcerer and third year student at their sister college, the Kyoto Jujutsu High School. He wore the signature purple t-shirt under his uniform, dark hair gathered back from his surly face.

Ijichi didn't know whether to be relieved or offended when Todo's glance passed over him, summarily dismissed him, and landed squarely on Nanami. Something that looked like interest flickered in his dark gaze as Nanami approached the table. Todo raised a hand, then brought down one finger, pointing it at Nanami like a loaded gun.

"You. What typa girls do you like?"

Oh heavens, not this nonsense again.

Ijichi cleared his throat.

"Todo, we've been over this. Asking our senior members what their - "

Nanami raised a hand and Ijichi fell silent, waiting to see how this would play out. Arms placed stiffly as his sides, neatly combed blonde hair dropped into Todo's vision as the sorcerer bowed.

"Nanami Kento, grade one sorcerer. Perhaps we should introduce ourselves properly first?"

Todo immediately recoiled.

"Introduce ourselves? Man, don't tell me you're this boring!"

He stood, dramatically, the same finger never abandoning its accusatory position.

"This is how men introduce themselves, Mister Salaryman or whatever shit you're cosplaying as. We nail down our type of girl. That tells me the kind of man I'm dealing with. If you're confused, I'll start! I like tall women with big asses, just like the perfect Takada-chan!"

Nanami rose from his polite bow, which he had never abandoned throughout Todo's speech. Ijichi crumpled the papers in his hands, wondering if he should intervene, when the older sorcerer spoke, his voice deep and measured as always.

"I see."

He pulled a chair out on the side of the table opposite Todo and sat down. He took off his glasses and polished them with a soft cloth produced from an inner pocket. Todo's brow creased as Nanami made no effort to respond to him.

"Oi. Are you going to - "

"I believe I asked the first question."

Across the table, Nanami's eyes were now visible; serious, unflinching, a steely vice that brooked no room for argument. It was evident, in that sharp-cornered gaze, that this was no ordinary salaryman. Todo stared back before plopping down in his seat once more, chin raising stubbornly.

"Oh? Well, I'm Aoi Todo, grade one sorcerer. Still a student, or something. Now I've answered your question. You answer mine."

Nanami nodded before linking his fingers on the tabletop.

"Very well. In answer to your rather invasive query, my preference is women, not girls."

Ijichi's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He shuffled his papers, struggling to maintain control of his features.

"Secondly, from my knowledge, women are not defined by their individual body parts, but rather their whole. And if you're not prepared to appreciate the full impact of a woman, from head to toe, inside and out, then you've got no business looking at them in the first place."

Todo opened his mouth to retort, but Nanami raised a silencing finger.

"I'm not done. Third, I've seen this Takada-chan. I assume she's the idol I've watched in some sports commercials. While I can't attest to the exact nature of her character, I can say that she seems like a more straightforward young woman who has embraced an aspect of her appearance that may make others shy away from public attention. Admirable, all in all."

Having said his piece, Nanami sat back and effectively gave Todo room to express himself. Ijichi glanced quickly over at the brash young man, eyes widening as he took in the strange quality of his expression, which had changed during Nanami's short evaluation of Takada. Todo's eyes had completely glazed over, his mouth spreading into an alarmingly dopey smile.

Ijichi cleared his throat.

"Uh ... Todo?"

In order to make sense of Todo's subsequent actions, we must now take a small jaunt through the foreboding wilds of his mindscape. Join me, reader, as we brave the current of his powerful ego, traipse across the harsh plains of his formative youth and scale the towering cliffs of his ... charming personality, until we arrive at our destination.

Here, we see a rare sight; Todo at his most vulnerable, caught in a daydream that can only be induced by individuals who leave a strong and favorable impression on him.

No, this isn't normal. Yes, Nanami is the cause this time. Yes, we shall see where this dream leads, because here we are at its beginning.

In the beginning ...

Todo leaves home in a huff, slamming the door behind him.

"He just doesn't get me! And I don't get him! Why can't he just get off my damn back?"

The furious expression on his face makes others cross to the other side of the road when they see him. Todo goes through his day, as any rough and tough youth, jumping fences, taunting gangs in the area, and of course, pining over Takada-chan because he knows his strict, traditional father won't accept a tall girl like her. He'd probably say something about her looks being too 'unladylike' or not 'delicate' enough to make for a proper, modest wife. All code words for 'too tall'.

And what the hell was that all about anyway? Who cared about height? Todo himself was tall enough to make her height a non-issue.

Grumbling, Todo made his way home and slammed open the front door, announcing his presence before taking the stairs, two at a time. A short while later, a knock came at the door.

"Whaddaya want now?"

The door opened, and Father came in. The tall, blonde man looked nothing like his son and seemed nothing like him personality-wise either. He folded his arms and stood in the doorway.

"What have I told you about your tone?"

"Piss off if ya don't got nothing to say."

"That is grammatically incorrect. Double negatives - "

"God! Do you have something important to say, or what?"

There was a slight pause before Father took his spectacles off and clutched them in his fist.

"Son, you can't go on like this. I received a complaint from the school today, that you've started yet another fight. Haven't I told you many, many times than the men of this family handle themselves with dignity?"

"Dont start with me! I was ... I was protecting Takada-chan from harassment! So there! And don't even try to say anything. I already know what you're going to say. I haven't told you about my feelings for her for a reason, until now! You'll probably take one look at her and tell me that she's too tall to be a proper, traditional wife! And you know what? I don't give a shit! Even if I have to leave this house and make it on my own - "

"Wait."

Father was holding up a hand, stopping Todo's tirade in its tracks.

"Did you say ... Takada-chan?"

"Yeah! Got something to say about it?"

"Oh. Then that must be the same young lady who visited our house earlier, while you were out."

"T - Takada-chan? Came here?"

"If I'm not mistaken, she's rather tall, as you described."

Todo's eyes widened, his fingers clasping and bunching in the fabric of his school uniform jacket.

"But ... what did she want?"

"She wanted to express her gratitude to the boy who saved her. Her hero. And I assume that she was referring to you."

Todo's face darkened as he glanced down at the floor.

"So you've seen her, huh? And I'm guessing you think she's - "

"A very well-presented and articulate young lady. Very lovely too. I have to say, son, I can't believe a girl as bright and good natured would look on you so favourably, but there we have it."

Todo's head shot up, gaze scouring the stern planes of his father's face for any signs of deceit.

"You ... you like her?"

"Naturally. She is ... how do I put it ... a most engaging and a refreshing change from the overly traditional, is she not?"

For the first time, in many, many years, Todo spied something in his father's eye that was warm and open, something that brought to mind the hot chocolate they'd shared over a campfire, the long evenings curled under blankets and watching action movies together, a strong, but gentle hand on his head when he was downcast.

This was ... the true face of his father. The man who lurked just beneath the cold shell. He'd forgotten. And the word sprung to Todo's mind, a word he hadn't uttered in ever so long ...

"Papa?"

Nanami and Ijichi stared. The manager cleared his throat.

"Uhhhh ... Todo? Are you ..."

Reality seemed to reassert itself in the student's face, and boy, was the change thoroughly disconcerting. Todo's surliness evaporated in an instant, and he was now looking at Nanami as if the older man had agreed to pay for every meet and greet that Takada held for the rest of her career.

"Ha. I knew there must be something more to you. My little brother Yuuji wouldn't talk about you like that if there wasn't."

Nanami raised an eyebrow.

"Yuuji has spoken about me?"

"Of course he has, Pops. He's my best friend! He tells me everything."

Nanami was frowning now.

"Did you just call me ... Pops?"

"Somethin' else you prefer? Maybe just straightforward Dad?"

" ... I confess myself confused, Todo. I'd prefer if you just called me Nanami. Also, I was under the impression that Yuuji's best friends were Fu - "

Ijichi coughed loudly and slammed his file on the table.

"Shall we talk business then, Todo? Why don't you tell Nanami here about the details of your request."

The mention of the actual mission they were supposed to be discussing sobered Todo immediately. He pondered for a bit on where to start, before coming to a decision.

"So, if anything about this is going to make sense, you need to know about my hobby. I'm a writer. I've actually managed to publish some of my stuff! It's something that just helps me unwind and relax. Get the creative juices flowing. Gets my heart pumping and my combat instincts riled up. Just a way to express all the thoughts that are running through my head, ya know?"

Ijichi began to look uncomfortable again, and shot a sideways glance at Nanami, who nodded slightly in understanding.

"I agree that it's important for sorcerers to have some kind of outlet or hobby. And congratulations on publishing your work, by the way."

Todo beamed, and the change from aggressive and highly intimidating battle hound to eager puppy that lapped up praise was quite reality-bending.

"Thanks, Pops!"

"That's Nanami if you please."

Ijichi cleared his throat.

"Todo, will you please explain to Nanami how this writing hobby of yours is relevant to the mission?"

"Well, that's the thing. See, there's this guy who's been something of a fan. He's been buying my books from the very beginning. I started writing some time back, but only started publishing the finished stories last year. So, I've got about eleven books out in total. And he's bought every single one. Wrote detailed and amazing reviews about them on every platform too."

Todo grinned slightly in recollection.

"I mean, who needs marketing when you have this guy, know what I mean? So, a month ago, i put a new book out. Same old process. Never heard a thing from the dude. I didn't think much of it at the time. Thought that maybe he got busy or something."

Todo shrugged and sipped from the cup of coffee that Ijichi had brought him earlier.

"Anyway, two weeks ago, the new book got reviews, posted all at the same time, across different platform. It was this guy. Or ... I guess, someone using his online name. The review sounded really weird."

Ijichi, who was rapidly taking notes on his tablet, paused and looked up.

"Weird in what way?"

"It sounded like a ... bot writing. I dunno. Just not his usual style. And he also made demands about what he wanted to see in the next book. This guy never does that. He's even told me many times in emails how annoying he finds it when fans don't know how to just enjoy stuff."

Nanami nodded slowly.

"What happened then?"

"Well, a few days ago, I started getting letters in the mail. Very strange. I mean, apart from things I've ordered online, I've never used the postal service. They were letters from him. All the same demands he wrote online, but even more of them! And that's when I felt it. Traces of cursed energy on the paper."

Nanami sat back and inhaled deeply.

"You think there's something foul at work here, then?"

"Absolutely. I've got the letters as proof, and I've received more of them since. The traces grow stronger each time. And as for what's written on them ... "

Todo's arms folded once again.

"It's gotten worse. Unhinged. I think this guy is in serious trouble and I need to find him before it's too late."

Ijichi paused, tapping his stylus against the screen of his tablet.

"Todo ... please don't take this the wrong way, but ... why did you not go and investigate this mission yourself? You're a certified grade one sorcerer, and your school would definitely allow you to go ahead and - "

"Because I needed help!"

Todo's shout startled Ijichi so badly, that the stylus in his hand clattered to the floor. Nanami looked perplexed, as seemed to be the trend for this meeting.

"But then, why not ask - "

"Because none of those bastards like me!"

"They don't ... like you?"

"No. Buncha morons over at my school. Did you know that they don't even like my best friend? I bet none of them have your experience and know-how, Pops."

"Nanami. And that still begs the question, why did you think you needed - "

Todo leant forward across the table, and for the first time, took on a mature and serious aspect.

"Listen, these past few missions, especially with what happened to Yuuji, have taught me something. Strength will only get me so far. For a mission like this, I can bulldoze my way through, but my fan might get hurt in the process. It needs to be a properly conducted investigation, something your college has more background and resources to pull off. Not to mention, I had a look at your files when I found out who'd be helping me."

For the first time, Todo's eyes met Ijichi's. The latter seemed rather surprised that his fly-on-the-wall status had been revoked.

"You ... looked us up?"

"I did. Ijichi, you have tech skills that will come in handy. I need to trace this guy, because all I've got are online communications with him, and this recent paper trail. Pops, I've heard from Yuuji that you've taken on many investigations like this. I'll need your experience on this too."

Todo sat back and the cocky grin reasserted itself on his face.

"But if you guys need any heavy hitting done, I'm your man."

Nanami sighed and chose to ignore the improper title given to him this time.

"Very well. We'll take on this mission and assist you. But first, we need some basic details. Can you show us the communications received from this fan of yours? Maybe direct us to some of the reviews he's written?"

Ijichi's shoulders were tense once again. He tapped his tablet and handed it to Nanami.

"Ah ... here. I've taken the liberty of finding the webpage where Todo's books are advertised and sold."

Nanami took the tablet. He stared at it for some time. Ijichi was now sweating slightly, even under the strong air conditioning. Todo was trying to look unconcerned, but he was obviously watching Nanami's face eagerly for his reaction. When the stoic sorcerer finally looked up, Todo sat up, leaning forward.

"Well? How are my titles? They match the content and my own persona really well, right?"

Nanami, for once, seemed speechless. He polished his glasses again, unnecessarily, while Ijichi dug through his pockets for an antacid lozenge and avoided everyone's gaze. Finally, Nanami found his voice.

"Todo ... you write ... erotica?"

"Oh, sure. One hundred percent horizontal boogie woogie! And vertical too, ya know? If that's what you're into."

"Where did you ... source your material?"

"Oh, I've spoken to loads of people all over Tokyo and elsewhere. The art of sex ... " he paused with a small flourish, " ... is a universal language."

Ijichi found the lozenge and popped it into his mouth. He was going to bloody well need it.

[ferrstappen]

F1 MASTERLIST

CARLOS SAINZ

paella en mallorca: spending time with your boyfriend's family was almost as good as having him for yourself.

mónaco : pero si hay algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco (but if there's something left in us then it's everything that happened in Monaco)

CHARLES LECLERC

loving him is red: Charles’ girlfriend receives her first Grammy for Song of the Year, sadly enough the inspiration behind the song isn’t able to make it to the ceremony.

and the Oscar goes to: Charles and his actress girlfriend go to the Oscars, and he has to constantly reassure her.

AirPods and Princess George: a story of lost AirPods and Twitter memes.

titi we don't care: Charles can't seem to handle the fact a notorious singer took interest in you during Monaco GP.

Josephine, baby nº2 and baby nº3 Leclerc (dad!Charles)

the first one (dad!Charles):  Charles tries to prepare to be the best dad for his daughter, even if she’s just two days old.

aren't we supposed to surprise you? (dad!Charles): you somehow manage to overshadow Charles and Jo's gift.

ESTEBAN OCON

LONG LIVE: Esteban Ocon (aka the biggest Spiderman fan, according to himself) tried to bribe his girlfriend for spoilers, but Marvel was just too good keeping their secrets (actress!reader)

LANDO NORRIS

august: every single one of her friends warned her that he was fresh out of a relationship. but she didn't care.

when we broke up series

the first time we broke up: it was easy to remember how you and Lando fell in love, but it kept getting harder for you to remember why you love him.

the second time we broke up: there were reasons to try again, but maybe not enough.

everybody wants a taste : Lando had never been the jealous kind, but after seeing you with many co-stars, he reaches his limit. and his girlfriend doesn't like it (actress!reader)

part ii

Amalia Norris (dad!Lando)

surprise! we are a family : this wasn't planned. you are basically children yourselves and why isn't getting pregnant at 24 not considered teen pregnancy? Now Lando is waiting to meet his baby and hoping he doesn't mess up.

meet & greet : Amalia's first time in the paddock to support her dad.

let me take care of it : when papa isn't feeling his best, baby Norris knows what she has to do.

daddy's a race winner : McLaren garage with baby Amalia in what appears to be Lando’s first win.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

what happens with the kids?: Max really didn't have to find a girlfriend that soon after the divorce, and the fact that his girlfriend had a daughter of her own, didn't really help your case.

max, don't panic (driver!reader): your relationship with Max gets exposed in a non-conventional way, an accident.

max the wag: you can’t keep up with all the drama outside the track, but your boyfriend keeps you updated.

max the wag (again) max the wag (for the third time) max the wag: are we the drama? max the wag: caught in the middle max the wag: is taylor swift coming?

chicken soup: chamomile, green tea, honey, chicken soup, and your boyfriend was the best recipe to get over the flu.

primero llegó verstappen : Suddenly, Max isn't annoyed about being featured in a music video.

SLUT! : this isn’t your first time being a WAG, but people don’t seem to like the idea of you ending your relationship with Joe Burrow and falling in love with Max.

Mila & Luca Verstappen (dad!Max)

SAFE HAVEN: the Verstappen family and St. Barths

Disney World Break: Ahead of the Miami GP, Max and his wife take the twins to Disney World.

happy mother's day, sorry for the mess: Mila and Luca go rogue during Mother's Day, ignoring Max's plan.

unscheduled school visit: the twins’ teacher calls, the twins got in trouble. Max is in disbelief.

maxplaining 2.0: Luca Verstappen's first press conference during his karting career. turns out, he even speaks like his dad.

could you be more obvious? : you show up pregnant for the first race of 2024, just six months after Max won his 3rd WDC.

prompts

Accidentally referring them as "my" (MV1)

and whispering in their ears, "I love you" (CS55)

collections

THE COLLECTION MASTERLIST: pieces inspired by Taylor Swift's lyrics.

all the years we stood there on the sidelines, wishing for right now (EO31)

wanting was enough, for me it was enough (LN4)

[barcalover86]

Mi culpa- Pablo Gavi (a)

Summary: You and Gavi had a huge fight right before his game, and he tells you that he doesn't want you to make it to the game and you get into a car accident.

I saw this on tik tok, so credits to whoever had this idea first. Enjoy!!

2nd Masterlist

"He said he would be here, mama."

"Y/n, sweetheart, it's been 2h. He is clearly not coming anymore."

"I'll call him again"

"You've already called him multiple times. He won't answer. It's ok, you can go to his game."

"But he said he would be here! Maybe something happened to him."

You started to panick at the thought of losing Gavi. You've been together for a long time, and you just couldn't imagine your life without this boy by your side.

He promised you that he would come to your family lunch. Everyone was there waiting for him. Your cousins, parents, uncles, grandparents.. everyone.

You texted him constantly, hoping for at least an answer, but he wouldn't pick up his phone. He never did that, and you were now on the edge of crying in front of your family.

You were so embarrassed when people would ask you about where he is. You at first tried to say that he is only at some training or the traffic is wild now.

It had come to a time when no more excuses could be make.

"Don't you want to eat something?"

"No, papa."

"He is for sure, alright. Maybe he couldn't make it, but forgot to tell you."

"No, he wouldn't do this."

You sighed before apologising to everyone about Gavi and telling them that you are going to his house to see what's the problem.

When you arrived there you saw Gavi preparing to go to the game. When you saw him alive and all save, anger started to feel in all your body.

"Qué te pasa?" (What is wrong with you!?)

When he heard your voice, he smiled, but right after he saw your face, it faded away.

"Qué-?"

"No me digas que no sabes de lo que hablo" (Don't tell me you don't know what i'm talking about)

"No, realmente no lo hago."

After you realised that he forgot about this lunch, you felt like you could kill someone right there. He promised to you and knew how important it was for you.

"No puedo creerlo" you said it more to yourself. How could he forget?

"Por favor, dime de qué estás hablando." (Please tell me what you are talking about.) he said it with a shaky voice.

"Te olvidaste de mi almuerzo familiar!! ¡Me prometiste que estarías allí y sabías lo importante que era para mí!" (You forgot my family lunch!! You promised me that you would be there and you knew how important it was to me!)

When he remembered about the lunch, he stopped doing whatever he was and tried to come to you to apologise, but you just walked out of his embrace.

"Te he llamado varias veces durante horas, Pablo! Por jodidas horas! No tienes idea de lo avergonzado que me sentí allí de pie, esperándote mientras todos preguntaban 'dónde está tu novio!?' Pues yo tampoco lo sé!" (I have called you several times for hours, Pablo! For fucking hours! You have no idea how embarrassed I felt standing there, waiting for you while everyone was asking 'where's your boyfriend!?' Well, I don't know either!)

"Y/n-"

"Y lo peor es que pense que te habia pasado algo! Estaba entrando en pánico porque te perdí y tú estás... aquí!? Haciendo.. nada!? (And the worst thing is that I thought something had happened to you! I was panicking because I lost you and you're…here!? Doing. Nothing!?)

"Lo siento mucho. Lo olvidé por completo, pero por favor tienes que entenderme también. Tengo un juego difícil esta noche y mi mente estaba en eso. Lo siento mucho" (I am sorry. I completely forgot, but please, you have to understand me too. I have a tough game tonight, and my mind was only on it. I'm really, really sorry.)

He was sad and you tried to understand him, but just couldn't. It was something that is hard to forget.

"Deberías haberme dicho esto antes de prometerme que estarías allí." (You should have told me this before you promised me you'd be there.)

He rolled his eyes. He was in no mood for a fight now, and he really had to go to the stadium.

"Entiendo, es mi culpa, pero por favor, olvidémoslo. Tengo un juego para asistir-" (I understand, it's my fault, but please, let's forget about it. I have a game to attend-)

"Solo te importa ese juego!" you said it, now really angry. You were about to cry, but tried to keep as calm as possible.

"Bueno, por supuesto. ¡Ahora mismo es más importante!" (Now it's more important)

"Qué?" you said it shocked. You really had enough of this.

"Como has oído, sí. Tengo que concentrarme en ello." (As you heard, yes. I have to concentrate on it.)

"Entonces el juego es mas importante que yo?"

"Ahora sí"

You felt like you could throw yourself from a bridge now.

You nodded your head and were about to leave before saying the last thing he ever heard from you.

"Entonces no quiero arruinar tu noche." (Then I won't ruin your night.).

He rolled his eyes once again.

"Estás siendo tan dramático. Realmente espero que no llegues al estadio. No soporto tu estado de ánimo esta noche." (You are being so dramatic. I really hope you don't make it to the stadium. I can't stand your mood tonight.)

When you heard him say that, you smiled sadly. You never thought that you two would become like this. You still wanted to come to his match. You knew that he didn't mean it and that your support was really important for him.

Pablo felt horrible after you left. He never shouted at you, and doing that made him devastated. He tried to forget about your fight. He had a match to win tonight.

You went back to your house without saying anything more. Your parents asked you if you talked to your boyfriend. At that moment, you didn't even know if you were together anymore. All this was so confusing and you needed to clear your mind for a bit.

You threw yourself on the bed and slept for some good minutes.

When it was only 30 minutes before the game would begin, you changed (still wearing his jersey) and went to your car to drive yourself to the stadium.

You still hadn't eaten anything and you were starting to be a bit dizzy.

It was already night outside, and the traffic was absolutely full. When you were right next to the stadium, someone bumped hard into you, making pieces of your car to be thrown away. You only saw white, and you fainted.

While the game had started, sirens of ambulance started to be heard everywhere. People were confused and curious, the game being forgotten.

After the first half ended, Xavi went directly at Gavi, shouting his name.

"Gavi!!! Gavi!! Ven aquí!"

"Qué pasa?"

"Tu chica está en el hospital... en coma. Ve con ella ahora mismo. Tienes que estar allí con-" (your girl is in the hospital in a coma. You have to go there, be with-)

"Qué!? No- por favor, Xavi, no-"

"Lo siento mucho"

"No, no"

Right now, Gavi started to cry. It was his fault and only his. He had to take you here himself. Now he lost you forever.

He hurried up to the hospital you were at, leaving the game behind. He ran like he never had.

When he arrived, he asked everyone about you. Every nurse that was around was asked about your condition by Gavi. He was really panicked and when he saw your family standing there, he cried harder.

He started to say that it's all his fault and that you two fought. He couldn't lose you knowing that the last thing you talked was something bad.

Your family tried to console him, knowing how a good boy he is. Nothing was working. He wanted to see you, he had to see you.

He stayed there all night on that chair. He didn't sleep at all, wanting to be the first one that knew about your condition. He prayed all the time, hoping for you to wake up.

He just couldn't live without you.

He cried like he never had. Days had passed, and Gavi was still there at the hospital. He saw you only for some seconds, and it was enough for him to make him cry harder.

Your parents and his would bring chlotes to him and food. He just didn't want to leave that seat.

His eyes were all red and puffy while your mother was hugging him close to her heart. She would tell him nice stuff in his ear, trying to calm him down a bit.

He knew that if you would die, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for it.

Everyone was praying for you because everyone loved you. You were a sweet person, someone who went through hell in this life, but every time, you chose to be a kind-hearted girl. You were the one that was there for everyone, the friend that you wouldn't get bored with.

Every person would want a friend like you, and every boy would love a girlfriend as you.

"Gavi!!! Gavi!!!! Everyone is cheering for this incredible boy! Spain, champions of the world!! All this because of this talent of Pablo Gavi!!"

"You did it, amor! Congratulations!!!!!"

"Mis chicas..." he said while taking your daughter from your hands and kissing your lips.

"Te amo.." he said, and you smiled.

"Te amo, y/n".

He said while holding your hand on the hospital bed.

"Despertar... por favor" (wake up.. please)

[run2seob]

txt with a mexican s/o

p: ot5 txt x mexican!reader g: fluff, bullet pointed head cannons w: written in spanglish notes — no soy mexicana , así q corríjame porfa ㅠㅠ request :: masterlist

SOOBIN

este conejito-

take him to the zoo y mira lo q hace: go straight to the bunnies

he's in his habitat jajaj

it would be so fun

peroo...

después de eso solo lo llamas conejito y no tiene ni idea

"conejito ven aquí!" cuando quiero un besito

or if you're tired y deprived of cuddles "conejitoo~"

you say it todos los días pero él todavía no sabe lo que significa

cuando el te preguntas, you'll be so surprised.. jaw para abajo y todo

"you didn't know..?"

"no :(" con la expression adorable

how could you not be absolutely in love cuando se ve así?

"conejito es un bunny" and you boop his nose afterwards

q lindo T0T

YEONJUN

he's so excited to meet your parents ><

you've been dating paraa... 2 años?

where it's not pushing "ey cásate conmigo" but you're still clingy and in love como las telenovelas

cuando llegues, he'll be smiling so wide :(

como el modismo "smiling ear to ear", he's doing just that

his teeth are shining through and it's so cutee

as soon as you step inside, your parents are attached to him

"ah sir-" "llámame papi" (o papa)

ai he's so happy afterwards, *especially* when the food comes out

ojalá q he doesn't get a stomachache from cuantos tamales que comio

he's smiling the entire time 😭😭

su amorcito

BEOMGYU

un mexicano at heart

si pones en un cuarto mid festival he'll fit right in

y sii, el no sabes NI español (save: hola y si)

pero if the times he's repeatedly yelling "sii!" whenever he's happy doesn't say enough that's he's trying

(or maybe that the chaos is so loud that even beomgyu puedes entenderlo)

then the fact that he's talking to your little cousins should prove it

"vas a casarte con yn?" (and yeah it's nosy.. but i mean can you blame them for asking? you two look way too cute together with your hand guiding him everywhere and smile being one he can easily find)

"i hope so."

TAEHYUN

he's always using pet names on you i'm heavy on thiss

"mi alma, what's wrong?" whenever you're crying

and he says it with such a soft tone q te recuerda a casa

his hands would come up to cup your cheeks softly, moving away your worries and your tears in one movement

he wouldn't kiss you just yet, as he wants permission

but you can see in his eyes, even without his lips against your face or lips how much he loves you

"mi amor.. you can tell me anything"

HE'S SO SWEET WITH IT (get me someone like taehyun if you can. please.

truly someone to court you just with two words. or one.

el es un magician

KAI

kai y amor joven >>>

lt's say you met… middle school? older or younger no se, es tu imaginación 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

anYWAYS

everybody is opening clubs in whatever year it is he's walking around with his overalls, his hair bouncing in each step because he's just so excited to promote robotics club

pero nadien really focuses on robotics… but he loves it a lot

y tu también, and when two people are the only two in a club.. 😻

jaja pero let's just say that the language barrier messed you up a lott so you only talked through code and making each other things through code

un corazón, por ejemple

y cuando you got separated and met again YEARSS later

you can finally show him the heart you never got to show him before and grow your budding love again

notes — i'm not sure if i'll make a full english vers. but lmk ^^

[cat-angel-936]

Español

Zach: a lastima que sería mi vida amorosa sin ella...

Kate que fue secuestrada por error: como se le dice a un niño que no te interesa?

Donita: mira niña

Gourmound: yo me encargo Donita, ya lo he oído todo. Te quiero como amigo, deveriamos ver a otras personas, no me dejan mis papas.

Kate: ya entendi

Gourmound: mi amor es el mar, no quiero matarte pero si me obligas *le trega un cuchillo*

Kate: *lo mira confundida*

Donita: *se lo quita* niña, mira solo dile a ese niño que te sientes halagada, pero que no te sientes preparada para eso.

Kate: gracias Donita

Zach: y si eso no funciona, estas simples palabras, detesto a todos los hombres

Inglés

Zach: It's a shame what my love life would be like without her...

Kate who was kidnapped by mistake: how do you tell a child that you're not interested?

Donita: look girl

Gourmound: I'll take care of it Donita, I've heard it all. I love you as a friend, we should see other people, my parents won't let me.

Kate: I understand.

Gourmound: my love is the sea, I don't want to kill you but if you force me *hands him a knife*

Kate: *she looks at him confused*

Donita: *takes it away* girl, look, just tell that boy that you feel flattered, but that you don't feel ready for that.

Kate: Thank you, Donita.

Zach: And if that doesn't work, these simple words, I hate all men.

[sleepy-achilles]

That teen angst Leon fic was great! How about Leon and Shawn during this phase? I can imagine Shawn being the more understanding parent. Poor taker couldn’t catch a break 🤣

Papas Boy

Shawn is the understanding Parent, solely because, despite what everyone thinks, shawn knows Leon and him are copy and paste. He knows how Leon works. Yeah Leon's got takers curse, but Leon is Shawn in every other way. How he thinks, how he acts, talks, hides. And that makes Shawn extremely protective of his boy.

And yes I got a bit side tracked from the ask but that's because I got distracted watching a Netflix doc about kids excused of being troubled teens and suffering because of that.

------------------------------------------------------------------It was crazy. Shawn went from Leon's least favourite to his favourite over night.

Shawn is being slightly dramatic. Leon didn't hate either parent he was just closer to taker for obvious reasons. Leon still loved Shawn like he was the entire world and that didn't change after the incident. But now he had a deep rooted hatred for taker that no one could explain.

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It's the night after Leon smashed up Brad Daniels car. Shawn and Leon are the only ones home. Shawn watches as the boy pulls at his shirt uncomfortably. "Its gonna be like that for a few weeks." Shawn comments. Leon looks at him. "What?" "The tshirts will rub against them, atleast the tattoo you can cover, can't cover them. There will always be rubbing." Shawn explains. "How do you even know?" Leon asks. "Because your not the only one to get nipple piercings and try hiding them from others" Shawn huffs as he continues eating. "Also I do your washing. The ink on the tshirt I washed was a dead give away" Shawn adds.

Leon nods. "Can't argue there." "Just don't let your father find out until you're older, yeah?" Shawn asks. Leon squints at him as the house creaks. "¿Por qué estás siendo tan relajado todo el tiempo?" (why are you being so laid back all the time?) Leon questions as cassie stumbles in. Shawn smiles. "¿Quieres que yo también sea el policía malo? Seguro que puedo arreglar ese bebé" (You want me to be the bad cop too? I can sure arrange that baby) Shawn smirks.

Leon shakes his head. "Im going to school." Leon huffs grabbing his car keys. "Wait for your sister and remember, you are grounded." Shawn calls. "I know and I know!" Leon shouts as he walks out. Shawn glances at his youngest who looks barely awake. "Aw baby, grab something to eat on the road" Shawn chuckles handing her, her lunch box and then a snack. "Thanks papa, love you papa!" She calls as she rushes out.

Shawn smiles slightly. There's still a sweet boy in his baby. And that's all that matters to him.

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Leon watches as the smoke rises to the ceiling. He keeps smoking as he feels the vibration of Matthews voice. His head rested firmly on the boys chest as matt speaks on the phone to Val, twirling the cord like a girl. It made Leon smirk, knowing matt and val had typical girl talks.

Leon never smoked inside at home, but he was in mattie house and Matthews parents are never home. Matthews dad is a military man turned cop whilst his mother is a nurse. It's the only reason Matt is a only child. His parents don't have enough time to make a child. Matt just happened to be conceived the one day they both had off.

'You are supposed to be home.' His papas voice echos in his head. 'Homework assignment.' 'Takes you twenty four hours does it?' Leon can't help but chuckle. Got him there. 'Youll father will be home in an hour. He doesn't have to know if you-' 'I'll stop by Joe's on the way home.' 'Good boy.'

Leon sits up and stretches like a cat. "Going somewhere Bub?" Matt asks. "Papa wants me home. Wants me to grab some pizza too." Leon yawns pressing the cigarette bud to his stomach to put it out before reaching down and pulling on his tshirt. "Want me to walk with ya?" Matt asks. "Sure." Leon nods standing and grabbing his jeans. Matt watches as Leon pulls his jeans up. Leon glances back at him as he pulls his leather jacket on. "You coming, or what mutt?" Leon asks. "Yeah, bye val" he hangs up.

-

Matt takes the cig from between Leon's lips and smokes it. Both men are leaning against the pizza shop, waiting for the pizzas to be cooked. "Your parents home this week?" Leon asks quietly, glancing up at the bigger boy. "Nope. Another weekend alone." Matt hums keeping his eyes on the cars driving by. "Still grounded?" "Supposedly so." Leon mutters glancing back at the pizza shop. "Gotta lay of your parents man." Matt hums. Leon looks back confused. "What?" "Their there for ya, you know? I spent my last birthday with you guys because my parents forgot. I won't lie, I'd probably be a dick to them if I saw them, but dude, if I had your parents I'd never say a bad thing to em" matt explains. Leon sighs. "You know your always welcome at ours matt.. but there's just somethings you don't know." Leon mutters. "What like ministry? Cmon boy, you ain't the only supernatural around here. Its death valley." Matt smirks baring his fangs.

Leon rolls his eyes. "Look, what happened to your face. With your dad. It's shitty. But, ministry isn't your dad. Taker is your dad, not him." Matt tells him. Leon huffs and pushes off the wall. "I know." Leon states. "That doesn't make shit easy." Leon mutters watching as a familiar car pulls up. "He fixed that quick." Matt mutters pushing off the wall, putting the cig out. "No shit." Leon whispers as the boys get out of the car. "You boys supposed to be grounded?" Brad smirks holding a very familiar baseball bat. "Fuck off Brad." "I know your daddy ain't in town. And my dad's on duty" Brad smirks moving forward. Matt stands infront of Leon. "Fuck off" matt growls.

That's when matt is hit with a bat, sending him to the ground. "Fucker!" Leon yells, knocking out one of brads goons trying to get him. He goes to swing for the other when a baseball bat hits him across the head. He groans as he falls to the ground. He rolls onto his side and that's when he starts getting beat on.

He can't be mad, yeah he deserves this, but not now. Not this time in his life.

--

Shawn frowns looking at the clock. "He'll make it. Right?" Cassie asks. "Of course baby, hot fresh pizza too. Thats probably why he's taking so long." Shawn explains. He can't get ahold of Leon.

That's when the door opens and closes. "Leon?" Cassie calls. "Got pizza." Leon mutters as he walks past the living room too the kitchen. Shawn stands and follows after him. He can't help the gasp when he sees how broken and bruised he is.

His favourite leather jacket is ripped. "Leon.." Shawn signs. "I didnt start it." Leon whispers. Leon can heal himself, the issue is, he needs to have area he can almost copy the healed tissue to the broken. Which is why he'll never be able to heal his face, stomach or back. Bruises heal normally, cuts, broken bones will heal magically and just leave a scar or bruise. This tells Shawn that both sides of Leon's ribs are broken or bruised. "What happened?" Shawn asks taking in Leon's bruising eye and busted lip. "Got jumped waiting for pizza. Matts okay. Sent him to his mom to get fixed." Leon explains placing the pizzas onto the island as cassie walks in. Cassie frowns as she catches her brothers face. Leon turns away from her.

"You should go clean up before-" "before I see him?" Takers voice cuts through the room. "Cassie, John, go eat in the living room." Taker orders. The two children glance at their brother before taking the pizza away.

"You are supposed to be grounded. So unless your about to tell me papa did this, you better explain yourself" Taker growls. "Fuck off." Leon growls. Leon goes to walk past taker when taker grabs his arm and pulls him back. "You pickin fights with Brad again?" Taker asks. "Is that what he told you? He jumped me and mattie when we were getting pizza. I didn't even touch him. But let me guess he's chiefs son so who cares? What about matt? Matthews dad is a cop and yet no one believes him!" Leon rants.

"You cannot talk. The only reason you aren't sitting in a youth prison is because of me and my status in this valley" taker growls. Shawn doesn't like where this is going. Leon tugs his arm with no luck. "Whats it going to take for you to behave, huh?" Taker growls. "Military school? Boarding school?" Taker pushes. Shawns eyes widen.

Shawn all for the troops, but as a child of a military man, he would never wish that life on his own children, and taker knows that.

"Taker, enough" Shawn warns. "Hell maybe I should send you to one of those troubled teen industries? Huh? How about that?" Taker yells. Leon's eyes are wide with actual fear. "UNDERTAKER! ENOUGH!" Shawn yells pushing Taker away from Leon. Taker looks at shawn. "Go cool down. Now" Shawn orders, his hand rested on Leon's hip as he keeps the teen behind him.

Taker huffs before turning and walking off. Shawn turns to Leon. "He doesn't mean that...he's just scared. Scared about what's going to happen with you." Shawn states. Leon keeps his eyes down. "Baby, I'm scared. Anytime I see you, you have a new bruise or scar. Hell, your body can't even heal from this." Shawn sighs cupping Leon's face. Leon looks at him as he leans into his touch. "Ill stay home for the rest of the week." Leon whispers. "Thank you baby" Shawn smiles softly. "Go shower up. And when your dad comes to apologise-" "ill listen to him and accept it." Leon nods. "Atta boy. Go on." Shawn nods. Leon smiles slightly before limping away.

Shawn sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He understands the anger towards taker. Fuck Shawn did the samething before cassie was born, ministry had drained him so much and it just took a while to see they were not the same person.

Shawn just hopes this doesn't last too long.

Shawn picks the ripped jacket up and vows to fix the boys favourite jacket.

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Leon's 17 when Shawn watches him become vinces new cash cow.

"Your dad tells me you've been having some issues lately" Shawn lifts his head to see vince stood with Leon by the makeup table. Shawn hates seeing the man so close to his son. He hates that vince has taken to Leon the same way he took to him, the same look in his greedy eye and everything. "You know, if you wanna be a wwf superstar still, you gotta drop that bad behaviour. I'm not dealing with another bad tempered michaels" vince states resting a hand on the back of Leon's neck and squeezing. Shawn watches how Leon tenses. "Yessir." Leon whispers. "Good boy. Be a shame to waste you." Vince chuckles running his hand down Leon's arm. "Goodluck tonight." Vince squeezes his arm before walking off.

Shawn feels sick. His own son. His carbon copy. Is that what Shawn looked like when vince talked to him? He stands as Leon rubs his arm.

When vince told him he owned him, he didn't think his son would be included.

Shawn approaches Leon and pulls him to the side, the shadows. "Stop." Shawn mutters removing Leon's hand from his arm. Leon looks at him. "I know I've asked you to be behaved. But not for him." Shawn tells him. "What?" Leon whispers. "Not for vince. You make his life hell. He asks you to jump, you tell him to get fucked." Shawn explains. Leon nods. "Good boy. Remeber, you always protect number 1 before anyone else" Shawn tells him, pressing his finger to Leon's chest. "And we keep this between us?" Leon asks. Shawn chuckles. "Knew there was a reason I liked you" shawn smirks causing Leon to laugh.

He can't protect himself, but he sure as hell will protect his child. His son has been through too much these past few years to become another mcmahon victim.

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"Any reason your being a massive dickhead towards vince?" Taker asks at the dinner table. "Any reason your sticking your nose in my business?" Leon bites. "I agree with Leon." Shawn speaks up shocking everyone. "What?" Taker asks. "What? Not like Vince doesn't deserve it. You always told Leon to not take shit off anyone, he's doing as you told" Shawn hums before popping a piece of steak in his mouth.

Taker and John glance at each other as Leon smirks and eats his veg.

For once, Shawn just wished Taker would leave Leon's bad behaviour alone.

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Another day, another fight.

And Shawn's left to clean up.

Shawn sighs as he climbs the ladder. He looks out at the city as he reaches the top. The he drops down next to his son.

"Howd you find me?" Leon asks quietly. Shawn looks at the young man. 18, and one of the top stars of the wwf. And yet he's doing the worst mentally. "Its called heartbreak ledge for a reason." Shawn hums leaning back. "Its been what 3? 2 years since the incident. You finally gonna tell me why your still giving dad a hard time?" Shawn asks. "Why?" "Because I can see those demons in your eye Leon. Its good for the character yeah, but it ain't good when that character follows you home, trust me." Shawn explains. Leon sighs. "I..I have nightmares still...a familiar shadow, sound...smell..just sets it all off. And dad..he just expects me to shrug it off all the time and I can't. I'm just...so angry at the world. Everyone. Because why is it always me? Why am I cursed but John and cassie are gifted? Why am I fighting life or death. Why am I death?"

Shawn frowns and pulls the boy into a hug. "You don't have to be okay baby. But you need to talk. You need to let us help you instead of letting that anger build up. Instead of letting it break you even more." Shawn explains. "Hell, I'm still suffering from something that happened to me when I was 16." Shawn admits. Leon pulls back slightly. "Seriously?" Leon asks. Shawn nods and looks up. Leon sees that look he's seen on his own face. "Had a shotgun pulled on me. By someone I was supposed to be able to trust, like you and Paul. I..well what happened doesn't matter. Sometimes even the pyros can set off those memories. Just when I think I'm over it, a fire work goes off too close...or a Explosion from kane. And I'm just a scared 16 year old boy trying to survive again." Shawn explains. He doesn't have to say it, Leon can do the maths. Hell not like Leon can judge after what 12 year old him did. "Is that why you use arrows instead of guns?" "Yeah...don't like guns." Shawn admits.

"So your trauma is guns and mines knives. What a pair we are, hey?" Leon tries to joke. Shawn chuckles. "An amazing pair, that's what" Shawn smiles. Leon can't help but smile back at his Papa.

"I love you Papa"

"I love you too Peach."

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Mmm we love a reference to the only two killers in fod not being kane or taker.

Also yes Shawn did fix Leon's jacket and yes it's the one he wears to the ring. Even with a broken leather heart patch covering a old rip.

And yes, Leon and Shawn speaking Spanish.

Which I put the translations straight after because putting them in the notes is something I dislike.

[somerandomwarriorsrewrite]

(Outdated) Dustpelt's concept art / Arte conceitual de Pelagem de poeira

English 🇺🇲

⚡️GENERAL INFO:

Names: Dust, Dust'paw, Dust'pelt;

Gender: Male;

Clan: Thunderclan;

Role: Crafter;

Mother: Robin'chest(Thunderclan's Robin'wing renamed);

Father: Fuzzy'pelt;

Brother: Raven'paw;

Mate: Fern'cloud;

Sons: Spider'leg, Shrew'paw, Birch'fall;

Daughters: Larch, Holly;

⚡️Random things about him:

- He likes to draw things for his mate, so in his free time, he likes to write things to her;

- His kits likes to tease him, calling him "Papa eyebrows", since his eyebrows are big;

- He always wanted a daughter, so he was overjoyed when Holly and Larch were born;

- Misses his brother, Raven'paw, and regrets ignoring him when he was an apprentice.

⚡️Author's notes:

I didn't include the body types here, since i have no idea how to make a thunderclan's body type yet, without making everyone looks like a lion. Also, Ferncloud and him are not related anymore, and he doesn't get creepy around her when she is an apprentice.

Português 🇧🇷

⚡️Informações gerais:

Nomes: Poeira, Pata de Poeira, Pelagem de Poeira;

Gênero: Macho;

Clã: Clã do trovão;

Função: Construtor;

Mãe: Peito de Pintarroxo(Asa de pintarroxo do Clã do trovão renomeada);

Pai: Pelo Difuso;

Irmão: Pata Negra;

Companheira: Nuvem de Avenca;

Filhos: Perna de Aranha, Pata de Musaranho, Queda de Bétula;

Filhas: Lariço e Azevinho.

⚡️Coisas aleatórias sobre ele:

- Ele gosta de desenhar coisas para sua companheira, então em seu tempo livre, ele gosta de escrever coisas para ela;

- Os filhotes dele gostam de atormentar ele, chamando ele de "Papai sobrancelhas", já que as sobrancelhas dele são grandes;

- Ele sempre quis ter uma filha, então ele ficou muito feliz quando Lariço e Azevinho nasceram;

- Sente saudades de seu irmão, Pata Negra, e se arrepende de tê-lo ignorado quando era um aprendiz.

⚡️Notas do autor:

Eu não inclui os tipos corporais aqui, já que eu ainda não tenho ideia de como fazer o tipo corporal do Clã do trovão, sem fazer com que todo mundo se pareça com um leão. Inclusive, ele e Nuvem de Avenca não são mais parentes, e ele fica rodando ela enquanto ela era só uma aprendiz.

[desichameleon]

Hello! Before my fluff request I just want to make things clear, I’m a minor. (Don’t want to say my age)

So can you write a one shot about a fem!reader x Camilo, Camilo is lovesick for her (his whole family knows it) but he hasn’t told y/n that he likes her, his family tease him about it and one day he’s like « okay I had enough imma tell her » and he confesses.

lovesick

pairings : camilo x fem!reader

request : yes / no

summary : the madrigals wont leave camilo alone about his crush on (y/n) so camilo decides its time to confess

warnings : none i think !

"Dolores, ¡bájate de mi espalda!" Camilo huffed and turned away as his sister and cousin giggled behind him, "aww are you sick primo? Because I think you're lovesick" Isabela taunted. "I am not!" Camilo said spinning around to face the girls, his face red with embarrassment and anger.

"no need to feel embarrassed Milo, solo estamos bromeando" Dolores said as she walked past him. "yeah, no need to get all red in the face" Isabela as she too walked past him, "save some blush for (y/n)"

"Isa!"

-

"why do you all think I like (y/n)" the shapeshifter complained to Mirabel as they strolled through the Encanto, "uh maybe because you do" Mirabel replied casually, "okay maybe I do but why does everyone know" he said with a pout on his face.

"aw Camilo, not everyone knows" Mirabel pat the boys shoulder, "really?" Camilo responded, "sí, (y/n) doesn't know". The boy groaned and rolled his eyes, "okay okay, lo siento" the girl laughed making the shapeshifter groan louder in exaggeration.

"the one person I want to know about my feelings doesn't know? Dios mio" Camilo said shaking his head, "hey there she comes! Why don't you shoot your shot now!" Mirabel pushed Camilo forwards as you approached them.

"hi guys" you smile at the Madrigal cousins, "hola (y/n)" Mirabel smiles back at you. Camilo can feel his face heat up at the way you smile, even the way you speak has him weak at the knees or when you just look at him he feels like he's melting.

"Camilo, are you okay?" you ask the boy, his face is red and he looks like he's sweating, "huh? oh uh y-yeah yeah... perfect" the boy replies in an awkward manner making you giggle. Mirabel nudges Camilo subtly to ask you out, "oh um (y/n)? Would you like to um g-go... to help me get some... fruit?"

You blink at the boy and see Mirabel facepalm from the corner of your eye. "okay", you smile as you see Camilo's eyes light up.

-

"and he asked her to help him get fruit! ¡qué idiota!" Mirabel told the rest of the Madrigals the story of how Camilo failed to ask you out. "that's so silly!" Antonio giggles, everyone laughs harder at the little boy's comment, Camilo on the other hand just hides his face in his hands.

"dios Milo, are you really that bad at relationships" Isabela laughs, "I am not! ¡les mostraré, a todos ustedes! I will confess tomorrow." everyone quietens down at that moment, "Milo don't rush it, if you're not ready then well, you're not ready" Pepa says to her son but he just shakes his head.

"I will mami, I'm ready."

-

The next day Camilo had run all over the town trying to get your favorite flowers and advice from his father. Everything had to go well, you were the most perfect girl in the whole wide world, you deserved the best. "how do I look?" Camilo asked Félix, "perfecto" his father said.

The shapeshifter smiled and gave his papa a high five and a hug before heading to your house. "hijo? Where are you going?" Bruno asked as Camilo headed for the doors, "to tell (y/n) I like them" Camilo responded confidently.

"oh, well uh good luck?" the older man said with an unsure tone, "thanks tío Bruno" the boy said before heading out. On the way Camilo felt as if he had sweated through his shirt, he felt his hands shake and he felt his heart beat louder and faster every second.

When he arrived right outside your house Camilo started having second thoughts, he pushed them aside. 'you'll be fine' he told himself over and over as he went to knock. "no going back now" the boy said aloud as he waited for someone to answer.

Luckily it was you who answered, "oh, hola Cami" you said in that sweet voice Camilo has grown to love oh so much. "h-hola (y/n), you look really p-pretty" Camilo complimented, "gracias but I am in pajamas" you laugh.

"I know but you're still pretty" the boy chuckled, "who are the flowers for?" you asked. "para tí" the shapeshifter said handing them to you, "aww Camilo they're my favorite, ¿cómo lo supiste?" you ask him and he just scratches the back of his head.

"you told me once when we were younger..." he trails off at the last bit as he feels himself blush, you feel your cheeks heat up at how thoughtful he was. "wait, why did you bring me flowers?" you ask, raising a brow, "because well, I like you. A lot, and I have since I don't know, forever and my familia keep bugging me about it and I was just too scared until now and well I like you."

You blink at the shapeshifter for a few seconds before you break out into a smile and hug him, Camilo is in shock for a moment but hugs back. "I like you a lot too" you whisper into his ear.

[thewritingofspencerrose]

El Amigos de la Infancia de Papa

rafael barba x daughter! original character

a short from a book in progress on wattpad called the family business by spencer rose

"Papa, how are you handling all of this?" I question, leaning up from being hunched over the opposite side of his desk, a position that he had mirrored. Looking up from him papers, he glances down to the homework I had been working on before leaning back himself, letting out a huff of air.

"Handling all of what, mi hija? He asks, as though I haven't seen the news for the last few days.

"Aren't you close with the mayoral front runner?"

"Alex Muñoz and I go back to ninos pequenos," He answers, nodding.

"Well, he is under investigation for assault is he not?" I question this time, attempting to be more direct and leaning forward, lessening the chances of him redirecting.

"And how would you know that? Spending time at the precinct again?" He inquires, brow raised.

"I read the paper."

"How adult of you," He teases, earning an eye roll.

"Papa."

"I'm, torn hija. On one hand there is my job, on the other, my closest friend," he admits, also leaning forward, taking my hands in his much larger ones. "But I have you I can depend on."

"Guapo?" A woman's voice interrupts our moment of silence, making Papa lean away, releasing my hands. "Oh, I didn't know you had company, I hope I'm not interrupting," She apologizes, donned in a gold dress.

"You?" Papa asks, smirk coming to his face. "Nunca," He assures, rising from his seat and approaching her as the two laugh, hugging one another. "Oh, it's been too long, you look great."

"You always tell me that," She dismisses, pushing his chest. "I'm on my way to another rubber chicken dinner."

"Well then, they're very lucky," Papa compliments once more. "Here, there's someone I'd like you to meet," He begins, coming to stand behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders as I put on a smile. "Yelena, meet my daughter Emilianna, mi amor, meet la esposa de mi amigo de la infancia, Yelena Muñoz," Papa introduces, me standing to shake her hand.

"Es un placer," I greet. "You must be Alex's wife."

"You would be correct," She nods. "It's so nice to meet a child of Rafael, I didn't know he had had been blessed with one."

"Neither did he until a couple months ago," I joke, Papa scoffing."

"De todos modos," He interrupts before Yelena and I can dig into the story. "What's up?" He asks, directed at the woman, me returning to my seat, although not to my work.

"You tell me," Yelena requests. "Detectives came by an event today to talk to Alex."

"Did Alex send you to find out more?" Papa asks, skeptical yet unsure.

"No, he gave me some excuse, he doesn't even know I'm here," She answers.

"Men," I scoff, earning the attention of both.

"Emilianna," Papa scolds, posture tight.

"Wow, this math looks so interesting," I mumble, looking down at the sheet but still listening in.

"Right, then let's not have this conversation," Papa requests, moving to his scotch.

"Rafael, you're Alex's oldest friend. Is this something that we need to worry about?"

"Yelena, he-" Papa begins, although realizes he can't go further. "I really can't talk to you about this."

"My husband didn't marry a fool," She reminds. "I mean, Alex is on the verge of doing something really great for all of us. Papi, don't ruin his chances," She requests, although her tone is harsh.

Papi??

"Look, if he's got nothing to hide, he's got nothing to worry about," Papa reminds, a sad smile on his face although he takes a step closer to her, faces a foot from one another.

"So it's like that? Hmm," She mumbles, moving past him. "Just tell me one thing," She requests, peaking my curiosity enough to look up and see the look of exhaustion on Papa. "Is this in any way... about us?"

About us??

But Papa doesn't answer, just stares at her with a hurt in his eyes I haven't seen since Mom told him she didn't want to split custody.

And she leaves, without another word between the two, leaving Papa and I in the silence of the room.

"Papa?" I whisper, standing and moving to his side and pulling him into a side hug. "I'm sorry."

"It's the past, mi amor."

"So, does that mean I can ask you something?"

"Go ahead," He encourages, looking down at me.

"She called you Papi ??"

"Emilianna Marie Barba no debes volver a mencionar eso!" He scolds, although his lips are forming a smile, a chuckle vibrating through his chest as he pulls me close to it, holding me close and messing with my curling hair.

[prince-honeypaw]

I have a challenge if you’re up for it! CG!Bakugou and lil!Shouto hcs? 💛 thank you

♡ This is just a treat to me! See my previous post for individual little Shoto HCs!

♡ Katsuki's a strict and stern caregiver that relies on giving his littles a schedule.

♡ Shoto is an eccentric and spontaneous little baby that is guided by his whims.

♡ He's a challenge and Bakugou does NOT back down from a challenge!

♡ Shoto will tend to try and get into something that's caught his attention and Katsuki will scoop him up all:

SHOTO, pawing at a lamp: (o_o)? KATSUKI, yoinking him up: No, absolutely not.

♡ It bewilders little Sho and only makes him more inclined to get into things.

♡ Bakugou is fully aware that little Todo is prone to wanting to try things for himself, and his own meals are not exempt from baby investigations.

♡ Unfortunately, Katuki's meals are notoriously spicy and baby Shoto never learns.

KATSUKI, eating spicy edamame: SHOTO: :v KATSUKI: You won't like it. SHOTO: :V KATSUKI, giving him a bite: Your funeral. SHOTO: SHOTO: Blegh.

♡ He always gets milk afterwards.

♡ As stated before, Bakugou likes to keep to schedules, but sometimes Shoto's baby adventures don't adhere to these schedules.

♡ While Papa might want to get chili powder from the store, Sho has a very pertinent meeting with a ladybug he found on the sidewalk.

♡ It simultaneously annoys and endears Bakugou. Todoroki looks so enthralled by this little beast!

♡ So, Katsuki tends to hold Shoto's hand so he doesn't just patter off and do as he pleases.

♡ He will not admit to it, even if caught.

♡ Shoto calls him Papa, Susu or Suki!

♡ Katsuki's nicknames for little Shoto are everchanging and not always charming.

♡ But, he does care for Shoto despite his rough edges and will keep him in check.

[afuerterosa]

La Boda

Memphis:

|Takes a gander around and straightens @MindYourPanties's jacket, flashing a grin @LaLolaDelores when I see her seated close, speaking low.| Did you see her, Chico? Beautiful doesn't cut it.

Lita:

•meets @AContraryRise and @MyArrowBends behind the curtain, giving each a kiss on the cheek, and speaking in hushed tones• Thank you. For this...y todo! •looks down at Gizmo in his little tie, giving his fuzzy cheek a kiss too. Then sets him down in the ground, keeping his leash in my hand so he can proudly trot out in front of us when the time comes to walk down the aisle•

Keanu:

Whoa! Excellent. -smirks- You know, people keep asking me if I’m back, and I haven’t really had an answer. But, now… -takes my time to look around the room before finally settling my eyes on @AFuerteRosa and @InTheHandsOFate- Yeah, I’m thinking I’m back! Now, before I get started, I wanted to impart some wisdom on you. The key to a great marriage is staying out of unnecessary arguments. -looks pointedly at @InTheHandsOFate- If she says 1 + 1 = 5, your answer is you’re absolutely correct. -shoots a wink to @AFuerteRosa then returns my attention the rest of the room- It’s fun to be hopelessly in love. It’s dangerous, but it’s fun. So, without further ado… Who is giving this beautiful bride away? Please bring her closer.

Lita:

•takes a deep breath, smiling at both Madyx and Atticus as I hook my arm through each of theirs, my eyes first taking in the altar before locking with Memphis’ as I’m walked down the aisle, Gizmo trying to steal the show as he prances in front of us•

Madyx:

<grins, pride welling because our girl is about to have her moment, her day...long overdue and so much deserved, leaving the hand patting for Atticus, whispering as we approach the altar> You've got this, Bombacita. Tonight was just waiting for you to meet it. Fate.

Atticus:

-Taking the leash for Gizmo from Lita as we stop just shy of the alter. My eyes give @InTheHandsOFate the once over- We’re sure about this, right? Want me to cut him? -asshole laughs before Lita can tell me to fuck off- I KID! I KID. Keanu!! She is here and we’re giving her away!

Memphis:

|Watching as you took Gizmo's leash, I noticed his bow tie and your outfit, thinking how happy @AFuerteRosa was to see you in it before my gaze truly fell on hers. She was so breathtakingly beautiful.| Stunning, Cara Mia.. |I had to say it before @OnePlusOnEqual5 continued.|

Keanu:

-turns to address @InTheHandsOfFate, giving a nod, that smirk firmly in place- Now, for your intentions. Do you @InTheHandsOFate, take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live and beyond? No matter where your souls take you?

Memphis:

|Nodding once, I spoke aloud, probably louder than I should of but I wanted everyone to hear it.| Si, I do. |winks @AFuerteRosa, reaching out to tuck a strand of her hair back behind her ear. Needing to touch her in some way.|

Keanu:

That's good to hear. -Chuckles, turning to @AFuerteRosa- Do you, Lita, take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live and beyond? No matter where your souls take you?

Lita:

•instinctively leans into @InTheHandsOFate’s touch when he tucks my hair behind my ear, my whole body buzzing with excited energy, and speaking before @OnePlusOnEqual5 finishes his sentence• Si. •shoots Keanu an apologetic look and laughs• I mean...I do.

Keanu:

-Chuckling again at your excitement, I continue and motion between you and @InTheHandsOFate- I understand that the bride and groom have requested to speak their own vows. Memphis, you may go first.

Memphis:

|Turning to face @AFuerteRosa completely, I took in the sight of her and swallowed thickly. Today was the day we had been waiting for. It was finally here and as I took one last look at her in her dress, my eyes sweeping along the room at our friends, family, I felt frozen in time, rooted in the very spot I stood. This feeling, my heart racing and wanting to beat out of my chest? I relished it in her, in us..| Cara Mia, I promised you that today, we would share the lucky one status. I plan on keeping that promise but I wanted to let you know I struggled with the decision. Only because I look at you now and I can't phantom how I get to do this life with you. I won't start breaking promises today of all days but what I vow to you is this. I vow, to always enjoy your dancing around our kitchen. I vow, that I will always love seeing your hair do that swoop it does when you're really into it and you're smiling bright. I vow, that I will always, protect your kind heart, your colorful life and your beautiful soul. Our babies will know love, because of you. Because of the mama I already know you to be.. I would follow you anywhere, your light shines so bright in this world, the fact that I get to even catch a passing glimpse of the shooting star that is you, well.. I would wish for you every night for the rest of my life. And if your light were to burn out, I vow, to follow you into the dark. |Grabbing up your hand, I placed a small kiss to the back of it before dropping down, rubbing over your bump, our little nina.| I vow, to protect you too, to love and cherish you as your Papa. |Looks back up to @AFuerteRosa, grinning wide.|

Keanu:

-Looking between @InTheHandsOFate and @AFuerteRosa, I give a nod with a big grin.- Lita, please tell Memphis your vows.

Lita:

•narrows my eyes playfully at you when it sounds like you're going to try and claim today as your lucky day then letting out a little laugh when you assure me you're not going to break your promise. The laughing dying down as I listen to your words, tears building in my eyes, and blinking several times as a few stray tears slip down my face. And finally, gasping when you drop to your knees, the way you speak to our Little Jalapeno already causing my heart to swell. Not trusting my voice to speak when it's my turn, and clearing my throat a couple times before blowing out a slow breath• I should've gone first. •laughs• How am I supposed to follow that? •keeps my gaze locked with yours, becoming lost in those beautiful expressive brown eyes that I love so much, and finally beginning to speak again• Memphis, of all the people you’ve met on your journey, and all the places you’ve been, somehow and someway, you ended up here…with me. You always told me that we didn’t meet by chance. And I know now, without a doubt, that the uKniverse put you in front of me because we were meant to spend our lives together. You have filled my life with joy and have given me a sense of peace that I have never known. The purpose of my existence used to weigh heavily on my heart. But now, I am able to separate the two and experience pure joy. Every day is not just another day now that you’re in my life. I wake up excited and looking forward to what we will do next. You are my best friend, my biggest supporter, and the sexiest man a girl could ask for. •laughs again• And although today marks the start to the rest of our lives, I know that it will not be enough with you. A million lifetimes will never be enough, honestly. I vow to never take our time together for granted. And because there aren’t adequate words to truly describe my feelings for you, I also vow to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you, mi cielo.

Memphis:

As I love you, Cara Mia.. |straightens back up, only to wipe those stray tears away with the pads of my thumbs, wanting to kiss you now but refrains, looking to @OnePlusOnEqual5|

Keanu:

-Grins.- At this time, please retrieve your rings. - Memphis, take Lita’s hand and place the ring on her finger. Repeat after me.. With this ring I, Memphis, take you, Lita, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.

Memphis:

|smirks, taking @AFuerteRosa's hand and repeats it back word for word after receiving the ring box again from @MindYourPanties, slipping the ring on your finger.| With this ring I, Memphis, take you, Lita, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us. |twists the band once it's on @AFuerteRosa's finger, grinning wider at her.|

Keanu:

Good deal. -Nods before addressing @AFuerteRosa- Lita, take Memphis’ hand and repeat after me... With this ring I, Lita, take you, Memphis, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.

Lita:

•chews my bottom lip nervously as I watch you slide the ring on to my finger, hoping the excitement of the people around us doesn’t distract Gizmo from his task. And as soon as all the attention is on me, I glance over my shoulder at @MyArrowBends and @AContraryRise•

Madyx:

<Strutting up with the pillow strategically placed in my scissorhands, about to set it down when the world starts moving in slow motion, the pillow flying out of my hands and I try to catch, but that doesn't happen either! Exhaling my relief when it lands sort of where it's supposed to, to my great relief, right side up, even. Playing it off with a grin and bringing my hand back down, and...shit! Leash. Cleanly severed...

Atticus:

-Catching Lita’s look, I think in excitement how she’s changed her mind she does want us to fillet him to smithereens! I whip out my blade in preparation when everything goes to shit. Mad and his scissor hands is fumbling with the pillow, but makes the best save ever. PHEW! However, he has saved me from releasing Gizmo by slicing right through the leash and wouldn’t you know the pup does exactly what he’s supposed to do, running right over and stopping at the pillow with his front paws on top.-

Lita:

•my eyes widening when @AContraryRise stumbles, watching the pillow tumbling through the air in slow motion as my heart jumps into my throat and I gasp out• Dios mio... •begins to step forward in an effort to help catch the pillow then stops short when it lands perfectly at the same time Gizmo lunges forward, placing his paws on the pillow just as I taught him, and gives a bark. Beaming at both @AContraryRise and @MyArrowBends over how perfectly that worked out before carefully squatting down next to Gizmo and freeing the ring from the little tie, patting Gizmo’s head• Muy bien, amor. •stands back up, turning to @InTheHandsOFate, and taking his hand• With this ring I, Lita, take you, Memphis, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us. •slides it all the way on your finger then smiles up at you•

Memphis:

|noticing the detail in the ring when you slide it on, your words ringing true as my heart swelled in my chest, that permanent grin was plastered on my face and I knew it wasn't going away anytime soon.| Te amo, Cara Mia. Te amo..

Keanu:

Now, if you would please, Memphis and Lita, please join hands. Look at these hands for they are of your closest friend. They are strong and full of love. As you join hands today, you make the promise to love each other today, tomorrow, and forever. -Nodding again, I look to you both- By special request of the bride. -turns to grab the two roses out of the vase and hands one to @InTheHandsOfFate and the other to @AFuerteRosa-

Your gift to each other for your wedding today has been your wedding rings. Which shall always be an outward demonstration of your vows of love and respect; and a public showing of your commitment to each other. You now have what remains the most honorable title, which may exist between a man and a woman - the title of "husband" and "wife." For your first gift as husband and wife, that gift will be a single rose. In the past, the rose was considered a symbol of love and a single rose always meant only one thing - it meant the words "I love you." So it is appropriate that for your first gift - as husband and wife - that gift would be a single rose. Please exchange your first gift as husband and wife. -waits for @InTheHandsOFate and @AFuerteRosa to exchange roses before speaking again-

Memphis:

|Takes the rose you offered with a big grin, immediately using it to stroke @AFuerteRosa's cheek once with the soft petals before I present it to her, just like I did that first night. I had stroked her cheek with that one then too and the memory was forever etched in my mind.|

Lita:

•laughs softly when those soft petals tickle my cheek, that same flush blooming as it did that first night, and accepting the rose at the same time you take the one from me, that brush of your fingers against mine when you do sending that familiar jolt through my body•

Keanu:

Beautiful, just beautiful. -Grins, bringing it all home.- In some ways it seems like you have not done anything at all. Just a moment ago you were holding one small rose - and now you are holding one small rose. In some ways, a marriage ceremony is like this. In some ways, tomorrow is going to seem no different than yesterday. But in fact today, just now, you both have given and received one of the most valuable and precious gifts of life - one I hope you always remember - the gift of true and abiding love within the devotion of marriage. Memphis and Lita, where ever you make your home in the future - pick one very special location for roses; so that on each anniversary of this truly wonderful occasion you both may take a rose to that spot both as a recommitment to your marriage - and a recommitment that this will be a marriage based upon love. In every marriage there are times where it is difficult to find the right words. It is easiest to hurt who we most love. It is easiest to be most hurt by who we most love. It might be difficult sometimes to find the words to say "I am sorry" or "I forgive you"; "I need you" or "I am hurting". If this should happen, if you simply can not find these words, leave a rose at that spot which both of you have selected - for that rose then says what matters most of all and should overpower all other things and all other words. That rose says the words: "I still love you." The other should accept this rose for the words which can not be found, and remember the love and hope that you both share today. Memphis and Lita, if there is anything you remember of this marriage ceremony, it is that it was love that brought you here today, it is only love which can make it a glorious union, and it is by love which your marriage shall endure. @InTheHandsOFate, @AFuerteRosa, It is with great honor and by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss your bride.

Memphis:

|Taking hold of your hand, I pull @AFuerteRosa into my embrace and kiss her with everything within me, pouring all that love I had for her into it before dipping her back with a chuckle, presenting her now to our friends and family.| We did it, Cara Mia.

Lita:

•practically skips into your arms and meets your lips eagerly, laughing into the kiss when you dip me back, and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear with my free hand when you present me to our guest, smiling proudly• I’m finally Mrs. Stone!

Reception pictures:

[bellathought]

Hi, Bye Mama (Korean Drama)

Mama's early goodbye had a big impact on my life. When I lose her, I've learned a lot of things (from surviving to living independently). I promised myself a lot too. Ayokong iwanan nang maaga yung mga taong mahal ko at mahal ako. Ayoko ding ma-miss yung chance at oras na makakasama ko sila nang mas matagal in the future. I promise myself na magiging healthy ako para hindi mangyari sakin yung nangyari kay Mama.

I saw how devastated Papa was nang mawala si mama. Ang dami pa nilang gustong gawin na magkasama pero imposible na. Hindi na namin nagawang mag-outing or magpicnic man lang na buo kami. Hindi na sila naka-attend sa graduation ko na buo kami. Ayokong mangyari yun samin. I have soooo much in mind. I will do endless things na kasama si Mark, it doesn't matter kung san basta siya yung kasama ko. Kontento na ako na katabi ko siya. Gusto kong tumanda na kasama siya at yung future kids namin. Hindi ko sila iiwanan na hindi sila ready. But I told him na dapat ako yung mauuna sa kanya kase ayokong maiiwan ako. I barely survive nung maiwan ako ni Mama and I don't want to experience that same pain again. Kaya lang, ayoko ding ma-experience niya yun if time comes. Sobrang contradicting. (I know if he read this, magagalit yun kase ayaw na ayaw niya ng mga negative thinking but I'm just being realistic. We can't live forever).

Nung mawala nang sobrang aga si mama, mas naappreciate ko yung time na meron ako, yung mga chance at moments na kasama ko ang family ko at yung mga taong name-meet ko. I start making scrapbooks, collect pictures and videos. Minsan nauumay na si Nanay kapag kuha ako nang kuha ng pictures, video ako nang video. I JUST DONT WANT TO MISS ANYTHING tulad ng mga na-miss ko kay mama. I treasure those pictures and videos hindi dahil selfie addict ako but because those are the time na kasama ko sila. Ayoko nang pagsisihan and say, "sana pala ganito, sana pala ganyan." I post pictures on social media not because I crave everyone's reactions and comments, but because gusto kong ma-appreciate lahat ng oras na kasama ko sila at tuwing namimiss ko sila. I want them know na mahal ko sila at mahalaga sila habang nadyan pa sila at nadito pa ako. Ayokong mag-regret tulad ng nangyari dati. I was not able to spend more time with Mama. I was not able to give her flowers and more letters. I was not able to say 'I love you'. I was not able to take more pictures with her. AYOKO NANG PAGSISIHAN PA ULIT YUN SA MGA TAONG MAHAL KO NGAYON.

To be able to survive on early years na wala si Mama, I refuse to acknowledge my pain and my grief. Pinakita ko kina Nanay na okay ako but I'm always crying at night. Pero sa umaga, kapag kasama ko sila, I build a strong Annabel na hindi umiiyak at kaya lahat. That's how I deal with it to survive. Hanggang sa napuno ako at nahirapan akong ilabas lahat ng pain at regret na nararamdaman ko but luckily, I was able to in the end. Applaud for me..👏👏👏

If time comes man na kailangan ko nang bumalik sa pinanggalingan ko talaga, I just hope na naging masaya yung mga mahal ko dahil sakin. That's why when I was given a second chance of life after my depression, isa sa naging goal ko yung pasayahin yung mga taong mahal ko on my own little ways. I may be away some times, pero I make sure na bumabawi ako nang todo when I have chances. That way, masayang masaya na ako nun. Sobra. 😊 I want to feel na I fulfilled my goal. 💝

(15/05/2020)

[rahuratna]

Birthday wishes for the most delusional besto friendo! Todo Aoi is one of a kind!

Boogie till we drop (Part 1)

CW: Highly suggestive language and mature themes. MDNI!

Genre: Crack, humour, mystery

Summary: Nanami and Ijichi are called in to handle an investigative mission requested by an unexpected client. The mission takes a strange turn when they learn that they're expected to assist in ... writing erotic fiction.

"Hello, yes. This is Ijichi. I'm just calling in to confirm the - ahhh - mission registered as ... hold on ... 247BH? Yes. That's the one. Yes, I'll hold."

Fingers tapping nervously against the polished wood of his desk, Ijichi regretted that third coffee he'd had this morning. At the time, it had seemed necessary (he was running on empty after a late night driving Gojo to who knows where) but the latest stressful situation was worsening his jitters.

Why? Why did occurrences like this always fall straight onto his overloaded plate? And he didn't even know who could possibly help him. His roster of available sorcerers was looking mighty sparse considering the spring festival coming up. And those that were available ... well. He didn't want to waste anyone's time with something like this! Surely another solution could be found other than registering this as a paying mission -

"Ah, yes? I'm still here. Oh. But .... Surely this could be referred to ... I - Yes. Fine. Yes, I understand the necessity of assisting our allies all too well, but - "

The dial tone on the other end signaled the end of the conversation and Ijichi growled slightly before slamming the phone down. He picked it up right after and checked it for damage, before replacing the receiver more carefully.

And so, it had come to this. Letting out a heavy sigh, he moved his swivel chair over to his desktop PC, opening up the Jujutsu Tech booking platform. This was a handy way to keep track of missions received and completed, as well as the sorcerers who were available to take on said missions.

"Hmm, today is the ... yes. Let me see. Who can I - wait, what? They're all booked already? Dammit."

Fingers clacking frantically over the keys, Ijichi cursed as he wondered how so many of them could have been snapped up during his brief phone call. Talk about rotten luck! And to think of who had requested the mission in the first place ... that person wouldn't be satisfied with just anyone. It would take an experienced and mature sorcerer to -

Ah. Well now.

A certain name, highlighted in green, indicating availability. Now here was a perfect candidate. The issue was not whether he'd accept the job or not (of course he would), it was his tone and expression when Ijichi laid out the details for him which ...

Shuddering slightly, Ijichi picked up the receiver slowly and dialed.

"Good morning, Namami. I have a ... request for you. But ... maybe better explained in person. Why don't you come down to the Tech? We're setting up an interview room and a briefing so you can get all the ... details of this mission." 

Now this was singularly nerve-wracking. Of all the sorcerers who's activities he'd been managing over time, Gojo had always been the one to grant him the greatest number of grey hairs ... but Nanami was different altogether. It wasn't that he was unkind, or even cold. There was just something so exacting in each and every action he took, such responsibility and purpose to the manner in which he conducted his duties that if Ijichi were to perform at anything less than his best, he'd start to feel an unshakeable sense of guilt.

He met Nanami at the elevators, bowing in greeting and leading him to the interview room where their client had been set up. The tall sorcerer looked calm and unflappable as always, dressed in his trademark tan suit and dark blue shirt. Some of Ijichi's nerves must have been showing, though, because halfway down the hallway Nanami spoke.

"What's the matter, Ijichi?"

"Wha - nothing."

"You seem ... more tense than usual. Is it something to do with this mission?"

Knowing that Nanami hated being kept in the dark about vital mission parameters, Ijichi sighed.

"To speak frankly, Nanami, I don't think it will be anything beyond your capabilities. It's the nature of the mission though ... "

"Ah. So you think it's a waste of time?"

"Not that. There's a missing person involved, and cursed spirits, probably. So those things certainly do require some form of investigation."

There was a pause, and Nanami seemed slightly puzzled when he spoke again.

"I've been on plenty of missions of that nature."

Ijichi grimaced. They'd reached Interview Room 5, and he placed his hand on the doorknob.

"I think it's best that you ... speak to the client himself."

Oh, to be a fly on the wall of Interview Room 5. Fortunately, Ijichi felt suitably fly-like at that moment, considering the two powerful presences he found himself shut in a room with, so we don't have to put too much effort into imagining ourselves in the same position.

Seated at the table in the sparsely furnished room, powerful arms crossed intimidatingly over the table's glossy surface, was none other than Aoi Todo, Grade 1 sorcerer and third year student at their sister college, the Kyoto Jujutsu High School. He wore the signature purple t-shirt under his uniform, dark hair gathered back from his surly face.

Ijichi didn't know whether to be relieved or offended when Todo's glance passed over him, summarily dismissed him, and landed squarely on Nanami. Something that looked like interest flickered in his dark gaze as Nanami approached the table. Todo raised a hand, then brought down one finger, pointing it at Nanami like a loaded gun.

"You. What typa girls do you like?"

Oh heavens, not this nonsense again.

Ijichi cleared his throat.

"Todo, we've been over this. Asking our senior members what their - "

Nanami raised a hand and Ijichi fell silent, waiting to see how this would play out. Arms placed stiffly as his sides, neatly combed blonde hair dropped into Todo's vision as the sorcerer bowed.

"Nanami Kento, grade one sorcerer. Perhaps we should introduce ourselves properly first?"

Todo immediately recoiled.

"Introduce ourselves? Man, don't tell me you're this boring!"

He stood, dramatically, the same finger never abandoning its accusatory position.

"This is how men introduce themselves, Mister Salaryman or whatever shit you're cosplaying as. We nail down our type of girl. That tells me the kind of man I'm dealing with. If you're confused, I'll start! I like tall women with big asses, just like the perfect Takada-chan!"

Nanami rose from his polite bow, which he had never abandoned throughout Todo's speech. Ijichi crumpled the papers in his hands, wondering if he should intervene, when the older sorcerer spoke, his voice deep and measured as always.

"I see."

He pulled a chair out on the side of the table opposite Todo and sat down. He took off his glasses and polished them with a soft cloth produced from an inner pocket. Todo's brow creased as Nanami made no effort to respond to him.

"Oi. Are you going to - "

"I believe I asked the first question."

Across the table, Nanami's eyes were now visible; serious, unflinching, a steely vice that brooked no room for argument. It was evident, in that sharp-cornered gaze, that this was no ordinary salaryman. Todo stared back before plopping down in his seat once more, chin raising stubbornly.

"Oh? Well, I'm Aoi Todo, grade one sorcerer. Still a student, or something. Now I've answered your question. You answer mine."

Nanami nodded before linking his fingers on the tabletop.

"Very well. In answer to your rather invasive query, my preference is women, not girls."

Ijichi's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He shuffled his papers, struggling to maintain control of his features.

"Secondly, from my knowledge, women are not defined by their individual body parts, but rather their whole. And if you're not prepared to appreciate the full impact of a woman, from head to toe, inside and out, then you've got no business looking at them in the first place."

Todo opened his mouth to retort, but Nanami raised a silencing finger.

"I'm not done. Third, I've seen this Takada-chan. I assume she's the idol I've watched in some sports commercials. While I can't attest to the exact nature of her character, I can say that she seems like a more straightforward young woman who has embraced an aspect of her appearance that may make others shy away from public attention. Admirable, all in all."

Having said his piece, Nanami sat back and effectively gave Todo room to express himself. Ijichi glanced quickly over at the brash young man, eyes widening as he took in the strange quality of his expression, which had changed during Nanami's short evaluation of Takada. Todo's eyes had completely glazed over, his mouth spreading into an alarmingly dopey smile.

Ijichi cleared his throat.

"Uh ... Todo?"

In order to make sense of Todo's subsequent actions, we must now take a small jaunt through the foreboding wilds of his mindscape. Join me, reader, as we brave the current of his powerful ego, traipse across the harsh plains of his formative youth and scale the towering cliffs of his ... charming personality, until we arrive at our destination.

Here, we see a rare sight; Todo at his most vulnerable, caught in a daydream that can only be induced by individuals who leave a strong and favorable impression on him.

No, this isn't normal. Yes, Nanami is the cause this time. Yes, we shall see where this dream leads, because here we are at its beginning.

In the beginning ...

Todo leaves home in a huff, slamming the door behind him.

"He just doesn't get me! And I don't get him! Why can't he just get off my damn back?"

The furious expression on his face makes others cross to the other side of the road when they see him. Todo goes through his day, as any rough and tough youth, jumping fences, taunting gangs in the area, and of course, pining over Takada-chan because he knows his strict, traditional father won't accept a tall girl like her. He'd probably say something about her looks being too 'unladylike' or not 'delicate' enough to make for a proper, modest wife. All code words for 'too tall'.

And what the hell was that all about anyway? Who cared about height? Todo himself was tall enough to make her height a non-issue.

Grumbling, Todo made his way home and slammed open the front door, announcing his presence before taking the stairs, two at a time. A short while later, a knock came at the door.

"Whaddaya want now?"

The door opened, and Father came in. The tall, blonde man looked nothing like his son and seemed nothing like him personality-wise either. He folded his arms and stood in the doorway.

"What have I told you about your tone?"

"Piss off if ya don't got nothing to say."

"That is grammatically incorrect. Double negatives - "

"God! Do you have something important to say, or what?"

There was a slight pause before Father took his spectacles off and clutched them in his fist.

"Son, you can't go on like this. I received a complaint from the school today, that you've started yet another fight. Haven't I told you many, many times than the men of this family handle themselves with dignity?"

"Dont start with me! I was ... I was protecting Takada-chan from harassment! So there! And don't even try to say anything. I already know what you're going to say. I haven't told you about my feelings for her for a reason, until now! You'll probably take one look at her and tell me that she's too tall to be a proper, traditional wife! And you know what? I don't give a shit! Even if I have to leave this house and make it on my own - "

"Wait."

Father was holding up a hand, stopping Todo's tirade in its tracks.

"Did you say ... Takada-chan?"

"Yeah! Got something to say about it?"

"Oh. Then that must be the same young lady who visited our house earlier, while you were out."

"T - Takada-chan? Came here?"

"If I'm not mistaken, she's rather tall, as you described."

Todo's eyes widened, his fingers clasping and bunching in the fabric of his school uniform jacket.

"But ... what did she want?"

"She wanted to express her gratitude to the boy who saved her. Her hero. And I assume that she was referring to you."

Todo's face darkened as he glanced down at the floor.

"So you've seen her, huh? And I'm guessing you think she's - "

"A very well-presented and articulate young lady. Very lovely too. I have to say, son, I can't believe a girl as bright and good natured would look on you so favourably, but there we have it."

Todo's head shot up, gaze scouring the stern planes of his father's face for any signs of deceit.

"You ... you like her?"

"Naturally. She is ... how do I put it ... a most engaging and a refreshing change from the overly traditional, is she not?"

For the first time, in many, many years, Todo spied something in his father's eye that was warm and open, something that brought to mind the hot chocolate they'd shared over a campfire, the long evenings curled under blankets and watching action movies together, a strong, but gentle hand on his head when he was downcast.

This was ... the true face of his father. The man who lurked just beneath the cold shell. He'd forgotten. And the word sprung to Todo's mind, a word he hadn't uttered in ever so long ...

"Papa?"

Nanami and Ijichi stared. The manager cleared his throat.

"Uhhhh ... Todo? Are you ..."

Reality seemed to reassert itself in the student's face, and boy, was the change thoroughly disconcerting. Todo's surliness evaporated in an instant, and he was now looking at Nanami as if the older man had agreed to pay for every meet and greet that Takada held for the rest of her career.

"Ha. I knew there must be something more to you. My little brother Yuuji wouldn't talk about you like that if there wasn't."

Nanami raised an eyebrow.

"Yuuji has spoken about me?"

"Of course he has, Pops. He's my best friend! He tells me everything."

Nanami was frowning now.

"Did you just call me ... Pops?"

"Somethin' else you prefer? Maybe just straightforward Dad?"

" ... I confess myself confused, Todo. I'd prefer if you just called me Nanami. Also, I was under the impression that Yuuji's best friends were Fu - "

Ijichi coughed loudly and slammed his file on the table.

"Shall we talk business then, Todo? Why don't you tell Nanami here about the details of your request."

The mention of the actual mission they were supposed to be discussing sobered Todo immediately. He pondered for a bit on where to start, before coming to a decision.

"So, if anything about this is going to make sense, you need to know about my hobby. I'm a writer. I've actually managed to publish some of my stuff! It's something that just helps me unwind and relax. Get the creative juices flowing. Gets my heart pumping and my combat instincts riled up. Just a way to express all the thoughts that are running through my head, ya know?"

Ijichi began to look uncomfortable again, and shot a sideways glance at Nanami, who nodded slightly in understanding.

"I agree that it's important for sorcerers to have some kind of outlet or hobby. And congratulations on publishing your work, by the way."

Todo beamed, and the change from aggressive and highly intimidating battle hound to eager puppy that lapped up praise was quite reality-bending.

"Thanks, Pops!"

"That's Nanami if you please."

Ijichi cleared his throat.

"Todo, will you please explain to Nanami how this writing hobby of yours is relevant to the mission?"

"Well, that's the thing. See, there's this guy who's been something of a fan. He's been buying my books from the very beginning. I started writing some time back, but only started publishing the finished stories last year. So, I've got about eleven books out in total. And he's bought every single one. Wrote detailed and amazing reviews about them on every platform too."

Todo grinned slightly in recollection.

"I mean, who needs marketing when you have this guy, know what I mean? So, a month ago, i put a new book out. Same old process. Never heard a thing from the dude. I didn't think much of it at the time. Thought that maybe he got busy or something."

Todo shrugged and sipped from the cup of coffee that Ijichi had brought him earlier.

"Anyway, two weeks ago, the new book got reviews, posted all at the same time, across different platform. It was this guy. Or ... I guess, someone using his online name. The review sounded really weird."

Ijichi, who was rapidly taking notes on his tablet, paused and looked up.

"Weird in what way?"

"It sounded like a ... bot writing. I dunno. Just not his usual style. And he also made demands about what he wanted to see in the next book. This guy never does that. He's even told me many times in emails how annoying he finds it when fans don't know how to just enjoy stuff."

Nanami nodded slowly.

"What happened then?"

"Well, a few days ago, I started getting letters in the mail. Very strange. I mean, apart from things I've ordered online, I've never used the postal service. They were letters from him. All the same demands he wrote online, but even more of them! And that's when I felt it. Traces of cursed energy on the paper."

Nanami sat back and inhaled deeply.

"You think there's something foul at work here, then?"

"Absolutely. I've got the letters as proof, and I've received more of them since. The traces grow stronger each time. And as for what's written on them ... "

Todo's arms folded once again.

"It's gotten worse. Unhinged. I think this guy is in serious trouble and I need to find him before it's too late."

Ijichi paused, tapping his stylus against the screen of his tablet.

"Todo ... please don't take this the wrong way, but ... why did you not go and investigate this mission yourself? You're a certified grade one sorcerer, and your school would definitely allow you to go ahead and - "

"Because I needed help!"

Todo's shout startled Ijichi so badly, that the stylus in his hand clattered to the floor. Nanami looked perplexed, as seemed to be the trend for this meeting.

"But then, why not ask - "

"Because none of those bastards like me!"

"They don't ... like you?"

"No. Buncha morons over at my school. Did you know that they don't even like my best friend? I bet none of them have your experience and know-how, Pops."

"Nanami. And that still begs the question, why did you think you needed - "

Todo leant forward across the table, and for the first time, took on a mature and serious aspect.

"Listen, these past few missions, especially with what happened to Yuuji, have taught me something. Strength will only get me so far. For a mission like this, I can bulldoze my way through, but my fan might get hurt in the process. It needs to be a properly conducted investigation, something your college has more background and resources to pull off. Not to mention, I had a look at your files when I found out who'd be helping me."

For the first time, Todo's eyes met Ijichi's. The latter seemed rather surprised that his fly-on-the-wall status had been revoked.

"You ... looked us up?"

"I did. Ijichi, you have tech skills that will come in handy. I need to trace this guy, because all I've got are online communications with him, and this recent paper trail. Pops, I've heard from Yuuji that you've taken on many investigations like this. I'll need your experience on this too."

Todo sat back and the cocky grin reasserted itself on his face.

"But if you guys need any heavy hitting done, I'm your man."

Nanami sighed and chose to ignore the improper title given to him this time.

"Very well. We'll take on this mission and assist you. But first, we need some basic details. Can you show us the communications received from this fan of yours? Maybe direct us to some of the reviews he's written?"

Ijichi's shoulders were tense once again. He tapped his tablet and handed it to Nanami.

"Ah ... here. I've taken the liberty of finding the webpage where Todo's books are advertised and sold."

Nanami took the tablet. He stared at it for some time. Ijichi was now sweating slightly, even under the strong air conditioning. Todo was trying to look unconcerned, but he was obviously watching Nanami's face eagerly for his reaction. When the stoic sorcerer finally looked up, Todo sat up, leaning forward.

"Well? How are my titles? They match the content and my own persona really well, right?"

Nanami, for once, seemed speechless. He polished his glasses again, unnecessarily, while Ijichi dug through his pockets for an antacid lozenge and avoided everyone's gaze. Finally, Nanami found his voice.

"Todo ... you write ... erotica?"

"Oh, sure. One hundred percent horizontal boogie woogie! And vertical too, ya know? If that's what you're into."

"Where did you ... source your material?"

"Oh, I've spoken to loads of people all over Tokyo and elsewhere. The art of sex ... " he paused with a small flourish, " ... is a universal language."

Ijichi found the lozenge and popped it into his mouth. He was going to bloody well need it.