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It's actually the title of my oldest wip to date. (well I only have 3 right now but still) Let me see if I can dig up the old cover I designed
Familia Ante Omnia (often shortened to just Familia) is my first born child. Though I still do plan on finishing it, it's quite the labor of love. It's a crime fiction trilogy following Matteo Sasso-Volcov and his destruction of the New York under world after multiple betrayals from his family. the first book being in seas of green (i know the cover says other wise lol it's an old cover)
Someday I'll give it it's time in the sun like POTO is getting, but it's much harder to write for me. Thus I need to take steps back from it. If therapy came in a book, this one is for sure the one that heals me the most.
#asks#familia will always be apart of me#so when I revamped my blog#and deleted all the familia posts in favor of POTO#I knew I needed to keep the name#p: isog#for when the day comes I'm ready to share it lol
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familia || alexia putellas x reader ||
how alexia realizes that you're the one.
"amor, what is taking you so long?" alexia huffed as she tried walking into her bedroom. her body hit the door, which didn't budge an inch since you had locked it. alexia groaned, pounding on the door until you walked over to open it. "what is taking you so long? if you do not hurry up, we will miss dinner completely."
"don't rush me, i'm almost done," you told her. alexia whined as she leaned against the doorframe. you looked ready, which was the frustrating part. however, alexia knew how you were, and you'd be insistent that something was missing.
"well, you could have fooled me," alexia said sarcastically. you swatted at her shoulder for the comment. alexia was unbothered, aside from a few dramatic noises as you sifted through your jewelry to find the perfect piece.
all of alexia's whining would be over the moment that she saw what you were looking for. the only issue was, you had entrusted alexia to put it back in your jewelry case after it was picked up from the cleaner's. several of your pieces were not in their rightful places, which meant that alexia had definitely been in the case, but you couldn't find the necklace.
"what are you even looking for?" alexia asked you. you held up your hand to silence her. you needed every bit of your concentration to find this necklace. you had met alexia's mother and sister separately many times, but rarely would both of them be together while meeting you. there were always game days, but those meetings tended to be rather brief.
"here it is!" you exclaimed as you pulled it up from a spot opposite to where you had asked alexia to put it. you were very particular about where your things went, something that alexia often made fun of you for. your spaces in her apartment were often much more chaotic, but you swore up and down that it was all perfectly arranged.
"a-are you sure that you want to wear that one?" alexia asked as she watched you put it on in the mirror. you were beyond certain that you wanted to wear this necklace that alexia had bought you. it was a choker style necklace with an 'a' charm in the center, something that she had bought after a lengthy discussion about how open you were going to be about your relationship. alexia wanted to keep things more private, but compromised with the necklace.
"of course i do. i like to wear it whenever i can," you told her. alexia smiled as she walked over to pull you into her arms. she pressed several kisses to the side of her face, all of them trailing towards your neck. "now, let's go. come on, we don't want to keep your mother waiting."
…
alexia knew to expect eli fretting over her. it always happened during their monthly family dinners. alba usually showed up earlier or even the night before, so eli had plenty of time to fuss over her youngest. alexia tended to be a bit busy, so she couldn't stick around as much.
"oh look at you, far too skinny. alexia, aren't you feeding this poor woman? you and i both know that i made sure you could cook properly before you left this house!" eli was quick to push past alexia and straight towards you.
you laughed nervously as eli pulled you further into the house. your recent weight loss was less because of alexia's lack of cooking skills and more due to the coaches and trainers putting you on a diet. in fact, alexia had been vehemently against it whenever it was first brought up at training. if anything, you swore that alexia had been trying to soften you up in her spare time.
"mami, i swear it is not me. the coaches have put (y/n) on a cut," alexia explained. you thought that she sounded a bit frantic, but you didn't think anything of it.
"well that is just stupid. she's already practically a skeleton." eli prodded at your ribs, causing you to chuckle a little.
"i promise eli, i am fine. a little cranky, but ale takes it with a smile and is very patient with me," you said. eli seemed to relax a little at that, but she still seemed a bit unhappy.
"well, why don't you take a seat at the table while alexia and alba bring the food out," eli told you. she led you over to the table where two glasses of wine were already waiting. alexia pouted as she shuffled into the kitchen to find alba drinking something a little stronger.
"mami's been so excited about (y/n) joining us. she didn't even tell me that i haven't been eating enough," alba huffed.
"at least mami loves her," alexia reasoned. she was feeling a little jealous at her girlfriend taking up all of her mother's attention, but alexia was more than happy that you got on with her family well.
"she loves her so much that she's forgotten about her actual children," alba grumbled. alexia swiped the bottle out of alba's hands, taking the last couple of drinks for herself in one big swig. the bottle was dropped into the trash before the girls grabbed the food and brought it out.
unsurprisingly, eli piled food onto your plate, despite your reminders that you were on a cut. alexia promised to finish whatever you couldn't, despite her plate being bigger than yours. while they had you on a cut, alexia was on a bulk. she couldn't spend as much of her training with the team as she would have liked, so she had spent that extra time lifting, which you were very appreciative of.
"so, i was looking, and there's a play on one of your upcoming off weekends. it's right after you get back from london. i was wondering if you wanted to go," alba said as she turned towards you and alexia.
"that sounds fun," you told her.
"but we might go out. it's been a while since i've had time to take (y/n) out. i was thinking ibiza," alexia said. alba frowned as she turned fully towards you, her subtle way of letting alexia know that she wasn't invited.
"well, we've got a pretty nice vacation in france coming up in the summer. besides, alba and i have been talking about going out to see another play. we had so much fun the first time." despite how gentle you were being, alexia knew whenever she had been rejected. you were choosing to spend time with alba over her, which was a nice thought, but alexia hated it. she no longer wanted you and alba to be friends with each other now that it was taking up her time with you.
"i mean, you do whatever you want," alexia huffed. she crossed her arms over her chest as she turned her attention to her food. alba was quick to come in and distract you from alexia's little sulking session. she knew that you'd go back on your agreement to go to the play, even though you had been wanting to for months now, and alexia hated going to the theater with you.
…
"alright, you take good care of yourself, nena. don't let that one get you down too much, okay?" eli pulled you into a tight hug. you nodded, thanking her for inviting you to dinner before you went over to alba. alexia and her mother spent a little longer on their goodbyes, but you were sure it was just because eli's attention had been on you for a good portion of the night.
"bye albs, i'll see you for brunch?" you asked. alba pulled you into a hug as she shook her head.
"sleep in, cook for alexia, she needs you more than i do," alba said. the two of you looked at alexia, who looked very pensive. you were afraid that she thought dinner hadn't went well as she pulled you away from alba and towards the car. you weren't surprised when alexia just shoved her sister away as they muttered their goodbyes to each other.
"i had fun tonight. thank you for letting me come with you." you knew that you sounded nervous, but you couldn't help it. alexia pulled onto the road and kept her focus on it. the car ride home was silent, something that only made you feel worse. alexia didn't talk to you until the two of you were dressed in comfortable clothes and just sitting in the living room together.
"te amo," alexia said as she placed her hand on your thigh. you glanced over at her. alexia had an unreadable expression on her face, the same one that she always did whenever she was rewatching old games. "my family does too. mami would adopt you if she could, and alba really likes spending time with you. i didn't think that i could get that again, not so quickly."
"you're not mad about tonight?"
"i couldn't be mad about my family loving you. if anything, i am elated because it means that every feeling that i have about you is right. i could never love somebody who didn't get along with my family. i can't wait for the day whenever we get to bring little babies with us to my mami's for the weekend."
"babies?" you questioned. alexia nodded as she moved to sit on your lap. it was a rarity that alexia got like that with you, so you just sat back and accepted it. "how many exactly?"
"two, maybe three. three little putellas girls. one of them will have your eyes, and even if she smiles like me, they'll still light up like the sun when she does. the second, she'll just like me, stubborn and maybe a little too serious, but she'll love like you. she'll love so much like you that her heart will break, but we'll be there to pick up the pieces every single time until her sisters are old enough to help. the third one, she'll look like you, and i won't ever be able to tell her no." alexia had a dreamy look on her face as she told you about the little family that she had planned in her head. you had never thought of a family like that, but alexia was doing a good job of convincing you.
"you know, i'll have to have your last name first. unless you're going to carry," you told her. alexia hummed thoughtfully as she thought about it. if alexia carried, she'd have to retire, but you could still bounce back from a pregnancy.
"then tomorrow, we go ring shopping," alexia stated. you wanted to make a quip about her actually asking, but you already knew there as no use in her proposing. you had wanted to marry alexia for a couple of weeks now, but you didn't want to push her before she was ready. "maybe if mami and alba can make it, we can go to the courthouse."
"even if they can't, i'd still marry you." you leaned forward to press a kiss to her cheek, unsurprised when alexia turned her head so that you caught her lips.
"if that's the case, then we'll go after breakfast tomorrow. i don't want to wait any longer than i have to in order to make you mine."
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Hiiii I absolutely loved you Max fics I don’t know if you ever would want to do that but if your interested please do a mafia storyline with Max or Mick! ❤️
Little Lion Man || MV1 & CH16
Pairings: dark!Charles Leclerc x fem!reader, Max Verstappen x fem!reader Summary: you find yourself caught in a war between the mafia families that ruled Monaco. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, guns, murder, pregnancy, slight non con/reluctant vibes, forced marriage WC: 3.5k
For a nation so small it was hard to believe that Monaco could be home to not one but three mafia families. There was the Leclerc famile, Verstsppen familie and the Sainz familia. The Leclerc’s had always called Monaco home but the Dutch and Spanish families had made their arrival known in the 90’s, almost burning the city in the war that broke out.
Just over 30 years later, it looked like history was going to repeat itself as the prodigal sons took over the family businesses.
“You are my daughter, if I say you will marry Charles then you will marry him. End of argument.” You would hardly call it an argument when you weren’t even given an opportunity to say your piece but your father left no room for a rebuttal as he slammed the door closed behind him. There was a reason the Sainz’s called him the Peacemaker.
You were a bargaining chip, a pawn in your father’s arsenal to end the war between the Leclerc’s and the Sainz’s before it could spill out into the street and affect everyone’s bottom line. The last thing anyone wanted was to lose their men, their money and their product.
Two weeks later you were shoved into a wedding dress that could have been a film prop for any 80’s rom-com, puffy sleeves and all. It was hideous.
“You are quite beautiful,” Charles said as you reached the dais where the priest waited. “I suppose that will make this easier.”
By ‘this’ you assumed he meant the moment the reception was over and you found yourself stepping into his bedroom, your bedroom too now. Charles had been quiet for most of the evening, indulging in a handful of whiskeys over ice as he mulled over what his life had become, but he found his voice as he tugged his tie off. “On the bed.”
Your fingers tightened around your waist as you hugged yourself, trying to fight back the tears you thought you had finished shedding when you resigned yourself to your fate. “You don’t have to do this, we can come to an arrangement.”
Charles scoffed and continued to unbutton his dress shirt. “This is the arrangement.”
You swallowed as he shucked the shirt over a leather armrest and you saw the dark tattoos that curled over his biceps and down his forearms. A snake moved with his muscles and entwined around a gothic cross. Beneath it, thorny roses with blood drops splattered over the petals decorated the otherwise sun kissed skin.
“I don’t know what my father told you but I-”
“Your father said you would be an obedient wife,” he interrupted as he pointed a ringed finger to the bed. “I’m only as terrible as you make me.”
You took a step back as he stepped closer, his hand lifting to your face. It was reflex to flinch from his touch, knowing the violence his hands were capable of dealing to those who displeased him. You couldn’t help shivering as his cold wedding band touched your cheek and his other arm snaked around your waist, dragging the zip of your dress down your spine.
“What does that even mean?” you whispered. You took a breath and grew the courage to tip your head back and met his uniquely green eyes - the colour brighter than the soul behind them.
He pushed the puffed sleeves from your shoulders until the dress fell to the floor and inhaled at the sight of your body being bared to him. Biting his lip, he stepped back and ran a hand over his shadow of a beard. “Behave yourself, and I will too. Push me, and I’ll push you back harder.”
You felt the colour drain from your face at the threat and he chuckled as he closed the distance between you, forcing your lips apart with a demanding kiss. His palms ran down your spine and over the curve of your ass, pulling you flush against the hard expanse of his body.
“One other thing,” he murmured against your lips. “Disappoint me or my family and, well…it will be the last thing you do, chérie.”
You collapsed into Max’s arms the moment he opened the door, your fingers digging into the straps of muscle along his back as you clung to him like a lifeline. The penthouse apartment was quiet except for the tv playing in the master bedroom and your sobs filled the foyer before he could even close the door.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Max said, despite holding you just as tight. “He probably has Arthur or Lorenzo following you.”
You started to pull back but his arms caged you in his embrace so you settled for talking into his chest. “I know how to lose a tail. I was careful.”
He sighed and rested his cheek on your head, inhaling the floral scent of your shampoo he had missed. “I know, liefje. How long is he gone for?”
You screwed your eyes closed and wished he had never brought Charles up, but you knew Max wanted to know how long he could have with you. “He’s in Nice for a meeting. A few hours at least.”
The hatred for your husband had led you into the arms of Max, his rival and head of the Verstappen familie. The three families would meet each quarter for negotiations and settle disputes, or at least that was what it was meant for, but they just used it as a way to flaunt their wealth and success over each other.
It was after the wedding when you went to your first one that Max had caught your lifeless eyes as you sat beside Charles, decked out in a custom designer dress with diamonds strung around your neck, slowly choking you. He had been struck down by the vision before him and had never wanted something for himself so much in his life. He had been willing to go to war for you and he didn’t even know your name. He had learned it soon enough.
“Do you know who he’s meeting?” Max asked. Even when he wasn’t meaning to he was phishing for information, a reflex he couldn’t seem to stop with a mind as sharp as his.
“Please, mijn leeuw, not tonight,” you whined as you buried your face in his neck. (My lion)
“I’m sorry,” he said with a kiss to your forehead before he tipped your chin back to meet his ice-blue eyes. “What do you need from me, liefje?”
“I need to forget. Please, help me forget.”
Max closed his eyes as rage hardened his features and you knew he was rueing the day he let Charles live. The solution to your problem couldn’t be solved with a bullet and although Max knew that, it was still a bitter pill to swallow. He wanted nothing more than to bathe in Charles’ blood for what he had done to you, but the retaliation would be catastrophic. He had too many people relying on him, friends and family alike.
All Max could give you was a few short hours of his time to show you how he would treat you if the circumstances had been kinder. For a few short hours of stolen time he could erase the touch of Charles from your mind.
Max took your hand, his fingers easing your wedding ring off before placing it on the hall table with your handbag. You relished the freedom that came without the constricting band and flexed your fingers like it had been physically painful to wear the gold jewellery. In a way, it had.
Linking his fingers with yours, Max led the way through the apartment and into the bedroom you found comfort in. This should have been the place you called home, the solace you returned to at the day’s end. It was the one place you felt safe, even though just being here put your life in danger. If Charles ever found out you knew you would be dead, your body left somewhere it would never be found.
“Max…do you believe in God?” you asked in the quiet afterwards. Your arm was curled around his waist, fingers tracing the lion tattoo that covered his rib cage. You could feel the time ticking away with each heartbeat in his chest that you rested your head upon.
“No,” he said honestly, his accent thickening with his amusement. “Do you?”
You looked at the slight change in skin tone where your wedding band usually sat and slipped out of his embrace to find your clothes. “I have to,” you whispered as your throat began to tighten at the thought of returning to the cold mansion Charles owned. “There’s got to be something more than this hell. Maybe one day he will answer my prayers.”
Max could remember the feeling of taking over the family business, how he thought he was invincible - godlike even. Now he felt powerless to the situation. He didn’t like the feeling. He wanted to be the one to answer your prayer.
“One day…” he promised himself aloud, missing the way your spine stiffened at the words. There was no guarantee you would survive long enough for him to keep it.
You stared dumbly at the two pink lines and felt the walls of the bathroom constricting around you. You couldn’t imagine bringing a child into the world you were imprisoned in, it was unfair and deadly. What if the babe had dirty blond hair and ice blue eyes? A new fear sent a shudder down your body and you looked at your stomach, nothing to show - yet.
The door crashed off its hinges as Charles busted it in and you screamed at the surprise, cradling your abdomen on reflex.
“I called you ten fucking times!” Charles growled. His eyes narrowed as they scanned the room before settling on the pregnancy tests lined up. For the first time since you had wed him, Charles looked lost for words, and after a moment his hard stare softened. “We are having a baby?”
You couldn’t remember when he ever addressed anything as ‘we’, it was always you and him - separate, not together. You didn’t know how to react to the instant change in him but you nodded stiffly as he waited for an answer.
A smile grew on his face as he stepped forward and pulled your hands away from your stomach to place his own beneath your camisole. “My son, my heir,” he chuckled, the warmth of his palms almost blistering your skin.
“It might be a girl.” You flinch at the look he gave you and muttered an apology. Just because he was suddenly being gentle didn’t mean he would stay that way, especially if he ever found out the child wasn’t his. Nausea rolled through you and you pushed away to hurdle yourself at the toilet before you emptied your stomach.
It wasn’t morning sickness.
It was a sickness of the heart.
You knew if Max were to believe the child was his then he would have no choice but to go to war, it was a matter of pride and family. On the other hand, Charles would never let the child live if it wasn’t his and despite just learning of its existence, you were willing to do anything to protect it. You needed to tread carefully and that meant no more escaping your guards to see Max. It meant playing the good wife, at least for the next eight months.
You could feel his intense stare from across the table, willing you to meet his eyes. Too many times you felt them drifting up from your husband’s hand clasped on your lap only to snap them back down before you could give in. It would do no good to look at Max. You hadn’t seen him since the night before you took the pregnancy test and you had dreaded going to the quarterly meeting.
There was no hiding the bump in the tight dress Charles had chosen for you. There was no way that Max had missed it when you walked in on your husband’s arm. He had seen it and he had questions.
“I’m going to the ladies room,” you excused yourself after the meal, while the men talked business.
“Arthur will go with you,” Charles said with a nod to his younger brother sitting at his other side. “I don’t trust any of these assholes.”
His hand lingered on the small of your back as you stepped out and you glanced across to see Max’s eyes fixated on that touch. Though you did not welcome the hands of your husband, you no longer feared them the way you used to. Charles was far gentler now that you were, potentially, carrying his heir. It could also be Max’s.
A hand clasped over your mouth and silenced the scream that rose in your throat. “It’s me,” Max whispered, soothing your racing heart.
You looked around the powder room wondering how he had made it past Arthur and saw a narrow cleaner’s entrance left open a crack. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“You never came back, never answered my messages.” The hurt in Max’s voice made your chest ache and your hands dropped to the growing swell of your abdomen. He followed that movement, his chest filling with the deep breath he took and the pearl buttons on his shirt started to strain until he exhaled. “I didn’t believe the rumours.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?” he asked, the biting tone wanting detailed explanations like you were one of his men answering for your actions.
Your lips parted, ready to tell him exactly what you were sorry for, before they slammed shut. “I should go.”
He caught your arm as you moved past and he pulled you flush against his body to bury his face in your neck. “Tell me, please. I’ll make it happen, I’ll answer your prayers, I’ll go to war for you - for both of you. Just tell me, is it mine?”
The confession threatened to slip past your lips, the truth that you didn’t know, that he very likely could be. The confession threatened to eat you alive like it had done every time you saw one of Max’s men around Monaco. They always managed to get a message to you, but you never had a response to send.
“No,” you muttered as you pushed him away.
He rocked back on his heels but remained steady as he watched you retreat to the exit. “No, it isn’t mine or no, you won’t tell me?”
Your back hit the door and you blindly reached for the handle, sparing one last look at his shimmering eyes so you could remember them a little longer. “Whatever helps you to sleep at night.”
“Dammit, liefje, just tell me. I need to know.”
You broke away at the endearment that weakened your resolve and your shoulders curled in on themselves. “I can’t tell you, Max, because I don’t know. I. Don’t. Know.” Your voice cracked and the weight of those words fell tenfold on your shoulders as your hand slipped from the doorknob. “I don’t know who the father is, Max. I-I’m sorry.”
His strong arms grappled you into a tight embrace as you broke down in them, your knees giving out as you felt his lips on your forehead, smelt his cologne on his neck. “It’s okay, liefje, I'm going to fix this.”
You pulled back with eyes and blinked away the tears as you placed your hand on your belly. “How? What if it’s not yours?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything,” he promised as he tipped your chin back. “Mine or not, this baby is yours and that’s enough.”
A knock sounded at the door and you panicked as Arthur asked if everything was alright. Your reply was muffled as Max stole a kiss and quietly repeated his promise before disappearing back into the cleaner’s room. Wiping your eyes, you unlocked the door and met your brother-in-law’s narrowed eyes before they searched the room behind you. “You’ve been crying.”
“Pregnancy,” you said with a wave of your hand. “It’s called hormones, Tur. Happens all the time, just ask your brother.”
Max’s chair was still empty when you reached the table but he entered from the main door a few minutes later. The mask he often wore in front of those outside the familie was firmly in place as he unbuttoned his suit with one hand and dropped back into his seat, apologising for taking an important call.
“Your men can't handle one evening on their own?” Charles baited over the rim of his wine glass with an antagonising smile.
Max returned the grin with his own as he slipped his phone into his suit jacket. “You have no idea what my men are capable of.”
You could feel the ripples of those words across the table, the feel of a threat in the air. It not only set Charles on edge but Carlos too - the two sharing a look of concern before facing the Dutchman once more.
Max took a mouthful of his gin and tonic and bit into the lime wedge without reacting to the strong citrus taste. Taking his time, he picked up his napkin and cleaned the drops of juice from his fingers before laying it over his lap as everyone watched closely.
It looked as if he were nervously fiddling with his rings under the napkin and Carlos snickered, relaxing back into his chair until your lion spoke again. “But you will…”
The air stilled for a moment as the napkin drifted to the floor and warmth splattered your cheek. You couldn’t think fast enough to process what had happened or why the wetness on your cheek was red. It could have been minutes but it felt like hours before your brain connected the dots and you saw your husband's body slumped in his chair before you, his green eyes open but unseeing.
Across the table, Max had risen to his feet, the fidgeting revealing a silencer he had been screwing onto his gun. He was cold and precise as he took out Carlos next, his accuracy unmatched. Around the seats he went, faster than they could react as the doors were busted open and his second in command arrived. Danny was ready to die protecting Max’s back while you dropped to the floor and prayed for protection of your own.
“We have to get out of here,” Arthur growled as he caught your ankle and dragged you back where he was kneeling, his white chinos turning red as they absorbed his brother’s blood. “Stay low, protect my nephew.”
“Do you have a gun?” you asked with a shaking voice.
“Of course not,” he spat angrily. No one was meant to have weapons at these meetings and you were assuming Max had retrieved his from the reception area before returning.
“Then you’re fucked.” You kicked your Louboutin into his face and scrambled away as he howled in pain, reaching the edge of the table close to Max.
“Liefje, are you alright?”
“Arthur, under there,” you rushed as you pointed behind you, closing your eyes as he lifted the cloth and the muffled gunshot rang out.
“Not anymore.”
“Time to go,” Danny suggested, reloading his magazine and kicking a few bodies to check they were truly dead.
“Is that it?” You asked, hope filling your voice despite the devastation in the room surrounding you.
Daniel threw his head back and laughed but Max just shook his head and said, “This is just the beginning. We just declared war.”
“But they’re dead.”
“Someone will take over, and when they do - we will need to be ready.” Max reached out and wiped the blood from your cheek. “You’re free of him now, you both are.”
Your breath rattled out of you as you felt the weight lift from your shoulders and as the sirens grew in the distance you managed to smile, the first genuine smile in months. Your prayers had finally been answered. “Thank you, mijn leeuw.”
Five Months Later
Ice blue eyes met yours before a piercing cry erupted and Max’s laugh was one of pure joy. “Mijn zoon,” he cooed softly as he rested his cheek on your head and you watched the midwife gently bring your son to your waiting arms.
Tears blurred your vision at the warm comforting weight of his tiny body lying chest to chest with you. You had never felt anything more precious, never held anything more delicate. He was perfect.
“My little lion man,” you whispered, brushing a kiss over the tufts of dark hair he already had. “We love you so much.”
As if he knew what the words meant, his eyelashes fluttered and he peeked them open to bear twin green irises. He would be an heir. He could unite the families. Or, he could tear it all apart.
Only time would tell.
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familia II Irene Paredes/Barça Femeni x Reader
masterlist I word count: 1991
a/n: based off this lovely request here. Thank you for sending us so many great requests !
You loved training camps with the FC Barcelona. They were always loads of fun. The players seemed happy and the weather was great. But this time, you were also painfully reminded how exhausting camp life could be. As the team doctor, you had to be there for their medical needs at all times and the past few days, the players had kept you quite busy. So busy, in fact, that you barely had time for your girlfriend.
In a quiet moment during your lunch break, your girlfriend snaked her arm around your waist and whispered into your ear: “Let’s do something tonight. Only us two.“
There was something impatient in her eyes as you turned towards her. You were glad to hear that she missed your alone-time as much as you did.
“Yes, that sounds great.“, you smiled.
The two of you did not even have the time for a quick kiss as another stumbled into the treatment room.
Patri stopped right in front of you and heaved an annoyed sigh: “Hey, Doc. We need an ice pack.“
“An ice pack? Patri, tell me quickly what happened.“, you urged her sternly.
As a response, the young midfielder rolled her eyes: “Claudias finger got trapped in the door. Nothing happened but she is pouting.“
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that.“, you promised and took an ice pack out of the freezer.
“Thanks.“, Patri said while leading you and Irene to the injured player.
Claudia stood in front of the dressing room, holding her finger. Her brows were furrowed and for some reason, she reminded you of an oversized toddler.
“Claudia. I heard about the accident with your finger.“, you started and held out your hand so she would show you her finger.
While you examined her hand, she complained: “That was Patris fault.“
The older player took a deep breath in an attempt to protest but one look from Irene made her close her mouth immediately.
Her finger seemed fine but still, you could not stop yourself from hugging her: “Oh, Claudia. Do you need some ice?“
She nodded, her big blue eyes widened: “Yes.“
You handed her the ice pack: “You’re welcome.“
“I told you it wasn’t that bad.“, Patri scoffed, slightly annoyed.
“It’ll be alright.“, you promised them both before the two players disappeared into the dressing room.
Irene should have followed but instead her arms wrapped around your body once again. With a fond smile, she said: “Can’t wait for tonight.“
“Me neither.“, you replied happily but someone else quickly caught your attention.
Mapi was on the pitch and tried to do some tricks with the football. One of her knees was still in a brace after her meniscus injury.
Your heart sank for a moment, watching her rather reckless moves: “Mapi, be careful!“
“I’m fine.“, she answered nonchalantly, keeping her focus on the ball.
“Think of your knee, Maria!“, you yelled back at her.
As you had suspected, this got her attention. She stopped and grimaced at you: “Maria?!“
“So, you know I’m serious about it.”, you crossed your arms in front of your chest.
With a smirk on her face the defender tried to reassure you:” Calm down, I’m fine.”
“Please be careful with your knee, okay? It needs a bit more resting time to properly heal.”, you sighed.
She couldn’t help but to roll her eyes at your protectiveness:” Yeah, mum.”
“Don’t mum me, Maria. We’re only two years apart!”, you reminded her.
“Then stop acting like a mum.”, Mapi countered.
Quickly you corrected the football player: “I’m not, it’s my advice to you as a doctor.”
“Sure, mum.”, Mapi responded in a teasingly tone.
You groaned and demanded from her to stop it.
Grinning Irene who you haven’t noticed while having your talk with the younger player joined the conversation:” But our children would behave better.”
“Lies. They would do the same.”, the heavily tattooed Spaniard disagreed.
“I strongly believe they wouldn’t be as annoying.”, you joked as you exchanged knowingly looks with your girlfriend. You were able to communicate with each other without words which was helpful on and off the pitch.
The peaceful moment between you two was interrupted once again by a player, this time it was Mapi: “Yeah, they would.”
Afterwards she promised to be more careful with her knee. You knew how much you asked of her, as an athlete all they want to do is play with a ball at their feet. Every injury was a reminder that their time as football players was short and could end at any moment.
A bit later the rest of her teammates arrived in their training clothes. Watching Keira, you gasped out loud:” Oh my god, Keira. Have you forgot your sunscreen again?”
“Why? What do you mean?”, Keira frowned at you.
Frustratedly you pointed to the sky, the sun was still intense even in the afternoon:” It’s so sunny outside, you need to protect your skin.”
“Your nose is already getting sunburned.” Lucy stated matter-of-factly.
“You English always underestimate the sun here.”, you chuckled before handing Keira the sunscreen which has been in your bag for emergency cases like this.
The dark-haired defender who was half Portuguese protested smiling:” Hey, leave me out of this.”
“You need that sun protection too, Lucia.”, you remarked.
“Here, take it before you get in trouble.”, Keira whispered.
“Ugh fine.”, the older of the English players mumbled.
Satisfied you turned around only to be face to face to Barcelona’s captain who smirked at you:” Happy madre happy life.”
“Alexia not you too.”
“Just here to steal your girlfriend for the gym session.”, she winked at you.
“Alright, I’ll see you both at dinner. Time for me to look at the injured players.”, you announced.
With a warm smile Irene said:” Have fun.”
“You too.”, you answered. Although fun was a difficult wish to fulfil considering you had to take care of the women who were currently out of the game and they needed extra care physically as well as mentally.
“Come on, Irene, you need to work on your muscles!“, Alexia teased as they walked side by side to the gym.
Irenes jaw dropped open: “Excuse me?!“
Alexia grinned back at her: “You heard me.“
“Go work on your knee instead.“, Irene laughed and playfully pushed her teammate in the direction of the gym doors.
Alexia rolled her eyes: “You sound like your girlfriend.“
“Someone has to tell you.“, Irene shrugged while starting with her workout plan under the supervision of one of the physios.
Her teammate followed suit: “Yeah, I know.“
The two football players worked in silence for a while until Alexia gave Irene an inquisitive look: “Were you serious about the children earlier?“
Surprised by the question, Irene paused her exercise and laughed: “About actual children? We already have you.“
“And?“, Alexia shrugged.
The defender continued to feign cluelessness: “And what?“
“Just letting you know that we’d be there for you two when you decide to have actual children.“
“Thanks. We appreciate that.“, Irene replied casually.
Alexia just smiled knowingly and focused on her workout again: “You’re welcome.“
Dinner was one of the few regular moments in camp when you and Irene had some time for each other. Her hair was still damp from the shower when she sat down next to you. She had the same satisfied expression her face that she always had after a good workout.
“Hi, how was your gym session?“, you greeted her while filling her glass with water, making sure she was adequately hydrated.
Irene gratefully took a sip before answering: “Good, really. But Ale was weird.“
“Weirder than usual?“
She softly chuckled: “Yes.“
“What did she do?“, you asked curiously.
Irene lowered her voice so the other players on your table would not hear her: “She said something about supporting us if we’d actually wanted to have children one day.“
“Wait, that doesn’t sound like Ale at all.“, you joked.
“No, it doesn’t.“
“Strange.“, you commented. Subconsciously, you looked at Alexia on the neighbouring table. A tablet was propped up in front of her while she ate. You assumed that she once again looked at video footage of games and training sessions. “Ale?“
She looked up in surprise: “Huh?“
“It’s not a match day tomorrow. Take a break, you don’t need to overwork yourself.“, you gently reminded her.
“I’m not.“, she protested, her eyes darting back to the screen.
You raised an eyebrow: “Promise?“
She gave a you a small smile: “Promise.“
“Okay.“, you sighed and turned back to your dinner.
Irenes elbow bumped against yours just as you were about to finish eating. She pointed outside the dining room window: “Y/n, want to go to the beach now? The sun is about to set.“
You carefully put your fork down and again glanced over to Alexia who was still focused on her screen: “Sure.“
“Come on, she’ll be fine.“, Irene smiled comforting at you.
After one last look at the captain, you admitted:” You’re right.”
With that said your girlfriend stood up, holding her hand out for you take it:” Let’s go.”
“Coming.”, you reassured her.
Silently you walked to the beach, enjoying each other’s company after a long workday. The sand was still warm underneath your feet even though the sun was about to set. The sky was pink and purple shaded.
Irene was the first to speak again:” It’s nice here.”
“I agree, also the calmness feels nice after such an eventful day.”, you replied, admiring the scenery in front of you.
The defender smirked at you:” Quite busy with our children, right?”
“Yeah, but I’d not change a thing about it. I love them.”, you confessed smiling fondly while thinking about the players.
“Me too. Mostly.”, she responded.
Amused you lifted an eyebrow:” Mostly?”
“They can be annoying.”, Irene shrugged her shoulders.
Slowly you agreed:” Yes, sometimes.”
“But I’d not swap them for anything else.”, your girlfriend replied in an honest tone.
Thoughtfully you nodded to her remark:” Me neither, they are family.”
“They are.”
As the waves crashed to the shore your lips touched for a heartfelt kiss. Afterwards you two still leaned your foreheads together, eyes closed, enjoying the moment.
“If we ever have real children, we’re well prepared.”, Irene whispered.
Hearing her saying this out loud made you yearn for a family of your own:” Yes, they would welcome them in immediately, I’ve no doubt about that.”
“I’m sure.”, she sounded sincere.
“Are you thinking about starting to try for children?”, you cautiously asked her.
Nervously the defender licked her lips:” I mean it’s a nice thought to have children one day.” For a moment Irene paused before adding, would you want that too?”
“I do, yes.”
Your girlfriends face lit up with giddy excitement:” So we’re trying it?”
“Yeah, we’ll.” Suddenly you were interrupted by her teammates who were running towards you.
“What?”, startled Irene looked at them.
Equally confused you wanted to know from the other women:” Girls, what’s going on?”
“It’s time to celebrate.”, Patri declared grinning.
Curiously you continued: “To celebrate, what?”
“Just to celebrate.”, Alexia waved it off beaming.
Baffled Irene turned to the midfielder who she has been friends with for a very long time:” Ale, were you guys listening to us the whole time?!”
“Maybe.”, she answered with an innocent smile.”
“So, yes. God that’s so embarrassing.”, you groaned.
Empathically Marta padded your shoulders:” We especially loved the family part.”
“Agreed.”, Alexia said.
“It’s simply the truth.”, you told them, your cheeks burning red.
“Guys that was private.”, Irene huffed at her teammates.
This made Mapi roll her eyes:” Oh please, nothing stays private during training camp.”
“Maybe we hate you now.”, you teased her.
“No, you love us.”, Patri shook her head.
With a sigh you gave in:” Yeah, fine, we do.”
Because those women were more to you than just people you worked with, they were family.
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Lilia is a jealous father
As much as I love the idea of Lilia being his children's matchmaker and blindly supporting any crush they have, I like to think he's a jealous dad. Especially with Silver.
He loves Malleus and firmly believes he knows what's good for their future love and the good of the kingdom when he sees him sighing like a maiden at his window (although he obviously does his secret research into the past of the person responsible for said sighs, just in case). Dragons only mate by love and can only create heirs if there's love involved, so he doesn't fear much about one day seeing future grandchildren coming from him.
However, Silver is a whole other story.
He's his baby, his youngest son, with whom he learned about humanity and how fragile beings outside of fairies are. He was, is, and always will be his little boy whom he still takes to his room when he falls asleep in places he shouldn't, and he fears losing that.
Does he want to see him happy? Yes. Does he want him to get together with a person he loves? By his port. Does he want him to start a family and give him grandchildren? Obviously, that's a stupid question.
Does he want to see him with a romantic partner right now? NO.
I like to think that when he took Silver as a baby he had to do a lot of research on human infants and their obvious development into adulthood. The problem with this is that he taught himself with fairly outdated books on human anatomy and customs, so he has a somewhat… distorted idea of how all that growth and hormones happen. The boy is already 17 and Lilia is still waiting for puberty to hit and the physical changes described in the books he read over a decade ago.
So imagine one day you just see your son starting to get surrounded by younger people of his age, who are a little too cheerful and affectionate with him, or they stop him in the hallway just to say hello and talk a little about their day, or god forbid, someone asks you to accompany them to a more secluded spot so they can confess comfortably. Lilia is sure his world is falling apart.
These hormonal animals want to take his baby and snatch it away from him! (That's NOT even close to what's happening, but the fairy doesn't understand reason or sense.)
So you have a 700 year old fairy, who refuses to see his youngest son grow up and leave the nest in the romantic realm, making a thousand and one plans to avoid any kind of confession to Silver, no matter what year, rank or gender tries, Lilia is going to "accidentally" stop it.
Malleus can only pray for his brother's well-being, as he knows he's about to go through quite a few embarrassing moments because of their father.
Español bajo el corte
Por mucho que ame la idea de Lilia siendo el casamentero de sus hijos y apoyando ciegamente cualquier enamoramiento que estos tengan, me gusta creer que es un papá celoso. Sobre todo con Silver.
Ama a Malleus y cree firmemente que sabe lo que es bueno para su futuro amoroso y para el bien del reino cuando lo ve suspirando como una doncella en su ventana (aunque obviamente hace sus investigaciones secretas a fondo del pasado del responsable de dichos suspiros, solo por si las dudas). Los dragones únicamente se unen por amor y solo pueden crear herederos si hay amor de por medio, así que no teme mucho por algún día ver futuros nietos viniendo por parte de él.
Sin embargo, Silver es una historia completamente aparte.
Es su bebe, su hijo más joven, con el que más aprendió sobre la humanidad y lo frágiles que son los seres por fuera de las hadas. Fue, es y siempre será su pequeño niño el cual aún lleva a su habitación cuando se queda dormido en lugares que no debería, y teme perder eso.
¿Quiere verlo feliz? Si ¿Quiere que se junte a una persona que ama? por su puerto ¿Quiere que forme una familia y le de nietos? Obviamente, es una pregunta estupida.
¿Quiere verlo con una pareja romántica en este momento? NO.
Me gusta creer que cuando tomo a Silver de bebe tuvo que investigar mucho sobre los infantes humanos y su obvio desarrolló hacia la adultez. El problema de esto es que se auto enseñó a sí mismo con libros bastante desactualizados sobre la anatomía y costumbres humanas, así que tiene una idea un poco… distorsionada de cómo sucede todo eso del crecimiento y las hormonas. El chico ya tiene 17 y Lilia sigue esperando a que le llegue la pubertad y los cambios físicos que decían los libros que leyó hace ya más de una década.
Así que imaginen que un día solo ve a su hijo empezando a ser rodeado por más jóvenes de sus edad, que son un poco demasiado alegres y afectivos con él, o que lo detienen en el pasillo solo para saludarlo y hablar un poco sobre su días, o dios no lo permita, que alguien le pida que lo acompañe a un punto más apartado para poder confesarse cómodamente. Lilia está segura de que su mundo se está cayendo a pedazos.
¡Estos animales hormonales quieren tomar a su bebé y arrebatarlo de él! (Eso NO ES ni de cerca lo que está pasando, pero el hada no entiende razón ni sentido)
Así que tienes a un hada de 700 años, que se niega a ver a su hijo más joven crecer y salir del nido en el ámbito romántico, haciendo mil y un planes para evitar cualquier tipo de confesión hacía Silver, no importa el año, rango o género del que lo intente, Lilia va a “accidentalmente” evitarlo.
Malleus solo puede rezar por el bien de su hermano, ya que sabe que está apunto de pasar por bastantes momentos vergonzosos por culpa de su padre.
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Pablo’s mom and dad LOVING her so much like but his dad loves her more?
Familia
I was going to the Netherlands with the Gavira family to support Pablo's final game of the season and hopefully his first national win. I had no doubts that they will win knowing how hard he had worked the entire season and that he always leaves his heart of the pitch whenever he plays.
"When is your flight??" he asked while we were on the face time and I was sitting on the airport smiling at how adorable he looked when he was all snuggly in his bed.
"In five minutes we will board the plane..I'm excited to see you tomorrow bebé" I say when his dad walked up to me with a blanket in his hands putting it over my shoulders.
"Gracias Sr. Gavira" I say and he smiled waving at Pablo who smiled at him always glowing when he saw just how much his family loved me. Pablo always valued his family and the fact they loved me so much made him love me even more.
"I'm excited to see you too amorcito..are they taking good care of you??" he said and Aurora told him to shut up and they they loved me more than him which made his parents laugh.
"No esta posible pero I am glad they are treating you like a princesa that you are" he said and you blushed nodding your head and talking some more before finally boarding the plane.
aurorapaezg
Off to Neatherlands with mia hermanita bonita <33 Vamos España!
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y.n.bebe: te amo bebe!
aurorapaezg: muchisimo!!
paezgavirafam: beautiful how much love his family has for her!!
pablogavi: mia princesita bonita!! <33
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When we finally arrived and went to pick up the suitcase, Sr. Gavira said he will take care of mine as well which made me smile gratefully. Pablo certainly took his father's manners and always behaved like a true gentleman.
"In my family, ladies don't do anything..and you are apart of this family now" he said and that warmed my hear making me give him a hug and take my suitcase as we got to the hotel.
Pablo was already there waiting for us at the front office and the moment I saw him I rushed to hug him as he raised me off my fit spinning me around.
"Hola princesa!" he said after putting me down and I blushed bright red looking at his lips wanting to kiss them so badly. We weren't much of a PDA couple but after weeks of not kissing, he grabbed my chin and kissed my lips passionately.
"Te amo muchisimo!" he said after a few more pecks and I nodded saying it back before we turned towards his family who looked at us in awe.
"Estan tan perfectos hijo! Can't wait to have a little grandson in the future" Belen said and I blushed bright red just like Pablo in that moment.
"Mama! We're too young for that now! Vale! Let's go to the rooms!" he said changing the topic while we laughed at how embarrassed he got all of the sudden. I always thought it was cute.
Fast forward to the game, you were very excited to watch Pablo play his first ever national final praying that he wins his first title for the national team.
He played really well and a few times I was even worried jumping to the glass to see if he was alright after being tackled. I never liked that players always tried to hurt him!
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her being worried when he gets tackled!! that's love <33 mi hija!
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When they won, I screamed so loud celebrating with Rora, his friends and family until we were escorted tot he pitch after they received the trophy.
I rushed towards him like back at the hotel and he grabbed me raising me up in his arms and kissing me passionately.
"That trophy is huge amor!!" you say and he hugged me from behind kissing my shoulder lovingly.
"You're my only trophy preciosa" he said and I blushed turning around and hugging him tightly. We waited for our turn to take a picture with the trophy and Pablo pulled me close wanting to have one together first.
"Tan preciosos!" Aurora said and that made us both blush when the picture was taken as we looked at each other and he kissed me suddenly making the photographer take a few more.
Then we took pictures all together, as a family, and I felt so happy to have them all become my new family as well. It felt so special to be apart of all of this today.
Pablo then said a few words for a short interview while we waited together behind the camera.
"Who would you dedicate this win to Gavi? It's your first national title" was the question and he looked at all of us standing together smiling wide.
"My family definitely..I couldn't do it without them by my side" he said and his dad grabbed my hand pulling me with him before placing me in Pablo's arms in front of the camera.
"We are all his family but it's the love from this beautiful girl that keeps my son on the right track" he said and you blushed smiling at Pablo who looked down at you while proudly nodding his head.
"It's really beautiful to see your family loving your girlfriend so much" the lady said and you smiled leaning your head on Pablo's shoulder as he kissed the top of your head lovingly.
"She's easy to love..but it really means everything to have my family accept our relationship and consider her as part of our family" he said and soon after the interview was over and we joined back with the rest.
pablogavi
I won today..but like I said you are my biggest trophy princesa <3
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pedri: que lindo!
ansufati: amor para siempre!!
And after a nice family dinner and another night at the hotel, we were flying back to Spain all together. I was so happy Pablo was going to leave with us since I really wanted to spend all of my time with him.
"Now that the season is finally over, and i have my vacation I will give it all to you mi preciosa" he said while we cuddled in our seats and I smiled nodding my head and looking up at him with by eyes. He leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss. We didn't even notice Aurora snapping a picture of us and sending it to me. I just had to post it.
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finally with you..always with you <3 te amo mi campeon!
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And with that I fell asleep comfortably in his arms...
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mi familia [jude bellingham]
⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: after being with jude for almost six months, he decides it time you finally meet his closest friends on and off the pitch…the england squad.
❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: boyfriend!jude x f!reader
❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff
❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.4k
⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: none for this blurb!
⏤ 𝑎/n: anything with Jude makes my heart go boom
“i promise there’s nothing to be worried about my love, they’re going to love you just as much as i do,” jude spares you a quick glance and notices the small pout that graces your face. he hums, before backtracking, “okay maybe not as much as i love you but pretty close.”
you roll your eyes at his attempt of comforting you and ring your fingers together, “you don’t know that. what if they hate me? or think you could do better?”
your boyfriend scoffs at your words, “okay first of all, they would never say anything like that, and if they did you know i would defend you right? i mean, the boys mean a lot to me but baby, you mean just as much to me…if not more. i won’t let them disrespect you or our relationship.”
you turn to look at jude and softly smile at the way he’s quick to defend you.
“i know you wouldn’t but… i don’t know, i just really want them to like me jude.” you sigh.
jude scoffs, “i always am.”
you roll your eyes at his comment but say nothing more, deciding to pick peace this time and enjoy the rest of the car ride before you arrive at your destination.
you roll your eyes at his comment but say nothing more, deciding to pick peace this time and enjoy the rest of the car ride before you arrive at your destination.
jude and you started off as childhood friends, the two of you met in primary school and became attached at the hip. it was mind blowing to your parents just how fast the two of you bonded but they didn’t stand in the way. they would often host playdates at your home for the two of you to spend time together and then jude’s parents had jobe and he became a part of your little duo making you the dynamic trio often pulling pranks on both your parents.
everyone thought the three of you would grow apart at some point (your parents betting it would be once you started high school) but to everyone's amusement and surprise you actually became even closer once jude and you started your freshman year together and didn’t forget to rope jobe into your elaborate pranks or hangouts. things did become a little rocky though when it was time to go off to college, jude signed a deal with bvb and was off to germany to play for them while you stayed in england to attend birmingham university, often visiting jobe at your old high school.
after jude’s first season he came back home and the three of you picked up where you left off almost like nothing ever changed. however unbeknownst to you, something had changed. while jude was in germany he had experienced his first relationship but it didn’t feel right.
it wasn’t her, she was an amazing person but she just wasn’t the one for jude, they didn't have the same chemistry the two of you had. she didn’t know what jude’s favorite pastime was, what he liked to eat when sick, hell she didn’t even have a relationship with his parents or jobe. at some point jude saw himself comparing her to you and he eventually realized it was you who he really wanted to be with and ended his relationship.
it wasn’t until a saturday night hang out with jude and some of your new friends from uni, high on life and drunk on cheap convenience store beer did jude pull you away to confess his growing feelings. you didn’t take him seriously at first, you thought it was another one of his drunk rambles but the longer he went on, expressing how he truly felt about you, you sobered up a bit.
it had caught you way off guard, there was no doubt that your best friend was insanely handsome but you never slowed down to really think of jude as anything more than a best friend but in that moment as he went on a tangent about how he can’t see himself being with anybody else it got you thinking about why you hadn’t been in a relationship.
by no means were you ugly, you’ve had your fair share of instagram dm’s and pointless flings here and there but nothing serious. was it because deep down you wished they were jude? or was it because none of them could ever make you feel as happy and seen like jude did? perhaps it was simply because you knew who you wanted all along but you were too scared to make the first move?
jude could tell you were in deep thought, he could always read you like a book. he takes this opportunity to pull you in for a meaningful kiss. at first you freeze, he isn’t your first kiss but this was uncharted territory and you didn’t want to mess it up. slowly, you become more comfortable and allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of kissing jude.
loosely, his hand moves to grip your neck, as you lift your chin higher - so you can press your lips harder into his - while your hands fist into his shirt. his free hand drops to wind around your waist, and in one swift movement, he pulls your body flush against his. gasping at the motion, jude uses the opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth, your lips parting further in response. lazily, his soft appendage swipes across yours, curling around your tongue and gently massaging it. for it being the first kiss the two of you shared together, it was one hell of a kiss.
“we’re here, my love.” jude says, pulling you out of your reminiscing. you turn to look at him and he offers you one last reassuring smile and a squeeze to your hand before letting go so you can both exit the car.
jude, for his part, doesn’t seem nervous at all, smiling at you when you step out and letting out a low whistle.
“looking stunning like always,” he jokes as you take his hand at the doorway to henderson's home.
you smile but you’re screaming internally. what if they all hate you? what if they think you’re not good enough? what if-
all your worries are swept away by the chaos you’re met with once the door swings wide open. each member is standing in the doorway smiling brightly at the pair of you. you smile at the sight, finding it a bit humorous how they’re shoving each other to get a good look at you and your boyfriend.
they waste no time with introductions, all of them talkative and bright eyed, offering you drinks and cracking jokes at jude’s expense. “at least invite us in before making fun of me.” jude huffs.
the boys laugh at his words but step aside to allow you to enter, you all make your way to the kitchen where there's a spread of snacks and drinks. once you’ve all got something on your plate and have settled in, you start with introductions.
“hello,” you nervously smile, looking around at the group, feeling jude’s presence stick right by your side. “it’s lovely to finally meet you all, i’ve heard so much about all of you guys from jude.”
“i’m willing to bet we’ve heard more about you,” jack quickly responds, “honestly, we’ve never heard jude talk about anything as much as he talks about you, he’s definitely smitten.”
you turn to look at jude, instantly feeling relaxed as he sheepishly smiles back at you. “alright, alright that’s enough of embarrassing me.”
“why pass up on this amazing opportunity?” trent replies, matching jack’s wide smile, “we’ve waited for this opportunity for too long.”
“oh, so you guys love to tease him too?” you giggle, glancing at jude once again. “it’s my favorite pastime.” you admit, finally becoming comfortable.
the boys let out loud laughs and launch into a new conversation, making sure you’re able to contribute to the conversation. you look around the room at the boys jude considers his second family and your heart swells. you were going to fit in just fine.
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You Saved Me (Part 11)
DESCRIPTION: (Season 10) After doing some job hunting you bump into your friend Dean but he's not traveling alone
WORD COUNT: 3597
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WARNINGS: demon Dean, swearing, single mum, knives, violence, choking (in a none sexy way), details of injuries, details of fighting, smut, choking (in a sexy way), dom Dean, sub reader, hitting, oral (f recieving), orgasm control, biting, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), hair pulling, creampie,
DISCLAIMERS
- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
- Not been proof read
You put the various shopping bags into your boot. Cursing as one of the bags falls out. Spilling thevarious food items onto the car park floor. You kneel down. Cursing as you realise the bag has split. "Youve got to be fucking me". Resting your forehead into your hand as you try and regain your sanity back.
"Here" you hear a British voice say "let me help. They gave me an extra bag. You can use that one" you look up. Seeing a man with dark hair, facial hair, and light eyes holding out a plastic bag.
"Thank you" he opens the bag. Holding it out as you start placing your items into it. You see the bag he was holding. Filled with what looks like mainly beer. He must be having some party. "You're a life saver" you smile at him as he chuckles slightly
"Thats debatable but... thanks" you place the last items into the bag. He passes the bag to you. Taking it from him. STanding up as you place it into your boot. SHutting it down you turn to thank him again. He kneels down
"I think you dropped your ring" he picks it up. Flinching as it burns his skin slightly. You freeze slightly. Thumb going to the two rings still on your fingers. "SHit" he says. Looking at the ring then you. He stands up, pushing his shoulders back slightly as he watches you bend down. Grabbing the ring from the floor you place it into the bag. Based on the ring he touched you deduced hes possessed. You stand back up and look at him. His friendly demeanour has changed into a passive aggresive one. He goes to speak but you shake your head slightly
"I dont want any trouble" he watches you, his lips slightly apart as he analysises your behaviour. He knows that yiy know what he is. Yet he relises you show no sign of fear. You put your hands up in a slight defense pose. "Ive had a really shitty day and I just want to go back home and forget today happened" you put out your hand. Your left hand - the one without the rings on. "I promise. Thats all I want to do" he nods slightly. Taking your hand he shakes it. You smile slightly ar him "thank you again for the help" you drop his hand, going to the front seat of your car. Getting in you check the rear view mirror. The man you saw is now gone. You grip the steerig wgeek. Letting out the breath you didnt realise you were holding.
"What the fuck just happened...?" you mutter to yourself. Checking your backseat. Hitting the seats and double checking the footwells. "Youre fine. Im fine. Im fine" you say. You check your phone for the time. Perfect. Enough time to drop the shopping off at home then go job hunting before you have to pick your kids up from school. You start driving. STopping at the first pub you see. No luck. The next three cafes and two bars you get given the same response
"Sorry we arent hiring at the moment"
You pull up to the bed and breakfast. Desperate at this point. You go inside. Smiling at the person behind the desk "Hey there. Im looking for a job and I wondered if you had any availibilty?" she looks at you. Nodding slightly
"I will contact my boss and see if he has any places for you" she grabs a pen and paper "if you write down your details then we can contact you" she smiles at you as you write down yor name and number. You thank her. Turning around you and going to the car park. You unlock your car. Going to open it you see a familiar face. Smiling as you lock your car back up. Walking over to Dean as he opens the door to his room
"Well aint this a nice surprise" he turns to face you. Hand moving from the handle as he smiles, his eyes trailing down your body
"Wasnt expecting to see you here" he says as his eyes meet yours again "arent you a bit far from home?" you nod
"Its a long story"
"I have time if you want to come in for a bit?" you bite your bottom lip slightly before nodding. He smiles, opening the door for you. Letting you go in as he follows. Taking his flannel off, leaving him in just a shirt. You take off your coat. Placing it over the back of the plush airmchair. He grabs out two beets before he sits down on the edge of one of the beds. You go and sit on the bed opposite him. He offers you one of the beers. Taking it and taking a sip of it.
"God I needed this" he chuckles, drinking his drink as he rests his hands on his knees. Leaning forward as he looks at you
"What happened?"
"I got fired from my job. But no where is hiring so Ive had to come and look furhter out my comfort zone. It sucks but it is what it is. I need money and waiting is what Im good at" he nods, maintaining eye contact wih you
"SOmething else is bothering you"
"Yeah. Lydia has a cold, Anna has new baces so shes in pain all the time. My landlord is a dick and keeps being weird around me meaning I need to leave and find a new place to live" you break the eye contact "plus I did some shopping earlier and my bag broke which just really added onto my shitty day. Evrything just costs money that I dont have and its just stressing me out" he nods slightly. You place the beer to your lips, downing the rest of the drink. He chuckles slightly as you place the now empty bottle onto the bedside cabinet.
"I get why your so stressed" you nod. Rubbing your face before looking at him again, smiling softly before you shut your eyes slightly
"I'll be ok. I always am" he nods. You can feel his eyes on you. You open your eyes as you feel him move near you. Placing down his beer next to your empty one. He gently places a hand on your leg
"I can help relieve some of your stress, if you'd like?" a soft smirk on his face as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You nod slightly, watching as he stands up. He comes over to you, gently tracing your bottom lip with his thumb "do you trust me?"
"Yes. I trust you Dean" you whisper. No hesitation in your voce as he smiles at you. Your eyes fixed on his ashe gently pushes his thumb into your mouth. You wrap you lips around it. STicking your tongue out slightly as you suck on the digit. He lets out a soft grunt. Moving his hand down as he grips your jaw with his hand. Bending down as he kisses you. You grip his shirt near his stomach, feeling him push his tongue into your mouth. Letting out a soft whine as he tightens his grip onto your jaw.
You feel him moving his hand down to you throat. Pushing you down so you lay on the bed. Your legs over the edge. His lips still on your as your hands let go of his shirt. Gavvig his wrist as you feel him move his lips to your collar bone. You feel him move his leg between yours. Pushing his leg up, his thigh pushng against your core. You rut your hips slightly against him. A soft moan escaping your lips. A dark chuckle brushes air over your neck as he moves his face back up to yurs. A quick kiss to your lips makes you open your eyes. Half lidded as you meet his. Dark from lust a he smiles down at you.
He gently squeezes your throat. Causing you to let out a whiny sigh. Rutting your hips against his leg. Biting your lip as the friction of your jeans hits just the right spot. He titls his head slightly as he looks at you. Letting go of your throat as he stands up. Slowly undoing your jeans and pulling them down the lenght of your legs. He kisses the insides of your thighs. "Please..." you whisper. He comes back up, kissing you as you feel his figertips dance over your bare legs.
"Are you still on the pill, Rose?" you nod slightly. Feeling his fingers trace around the top of your underwear. Pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. Dragging his fingers over your cunt. Causing you to gasp out slightly as his finger finds your clit. Rubbing soft circles onto it. "Cum without my permisiion and there will be consequences, understood?" You shut your eyes. Feeling him moving beside you, only focusing on his fingers. You gasp out as you feel him hit your senstive pussy. "Understood?"
You meet his eyes. Nodding as you watch him kneel down. "I understand". He smiles. Pushing your pussy apart as his tongue finds you clit as easily as his fingers had. "Holy fuck" you moan out. Hands going to his head as you hold him close to your core. Gripping his hair as you feel him push two fingers into you. Gridning your hips against his tongue and fingers. Getting closer and closer to your high. "Dean. Please" you groan. He hums in repsonse, causing virbations to go through your core. "Shit. Go-gonna cum... Please... wanna cum..." he hums again. You can feel a soft smile on his face as you rut your hips more aggresivly. His free hand coming round and resting on between your pubic area and your belly button. Pushing down hard onto it.
"Dean!" you cry out "Please" gripping his hair tightly as you try your best not to orgasm. With every flick of his tongue, curl of his finger, it get more diffuclt. You feel him move away slightly. Uttering three simple words
"Cum for me". With that you let go. Your legs clamping around his head as you pull him close to you. Truly unholy sounds coming out from your lips as you feel yourself letting go. You let go of the grip you have on his hair. Unclamping your leg. Eyes flutering open as you feel him pushing your shirt up as he kisses over your stomach. Eventually pushing it over your breasts. Biting at the flesh exposed by your bra. Kissing your neck before he pulls your tip over your head.
Hands going over your boobs before trailing around your torso. You arch your back, allowing him better access to unhook your bra. He tosses your clothes onto the floor. Leaving you completely naked in front of him. His hand goes to your cheek as he kisses you. Yur brow furrows slightly as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands going to the back of his hair, gripping it as he leans over you. Kissing you deeply as he wraps his arm around your waist. Pulling you up as he pushes himself off of the bed. You place your feet onto the floor. Moving away from his lips as he pulls away. Pulling his shirtr over his head. You bite your bottom lip as you trace your nails down his chest and stomach. Causing him to give you a devilish smile as he watches you.
You trace your hands over his biceps as he undoes his belt. Keeping eye contact as he removes his lower halfs. Hearing them drop ont the floor you lean forward. Kissing him gently as you place your hands on the side of his face. His hands go to your hips. Pulling away from the kiss he turns you around. Kissing your neck before pushing between your shoulder blade. Making you bend over, hands resting onto the bed. His hands grip at your ass, kicking your feet apart slightly so he can see you better. On full display for him. You feel a prodding at your entrance. Feeling him push himself fully into you.
"Fuck" he mutters. Your mouth a silent O as he stretches you out. He doesnt leave you much time to adjust before hes starting thrusting in and out. You grip the bed sheets, soft whines and moans leaving your lips as he grinds his hips against yours. He places a hand on your lower back. Allowing him to go faster and deeper. You hide your face into the bed. Muffling the noises you make. You feel his grab you hair. Pulling you by the roots upwards. Your back against his torso as he slows his thrusts slghtly "let me hear all those pretty noises" you shut your eyes tightly as he harshly thrusts. Moving the hand that was on your lower back down to find your clit. Rubbing onto it a he speeds up his thrusts again.
"Dean oh god"you moan out. "Wanna cum"
"Not until I say so" he almost growls into your ear. You keep your eyes shut, resting your head into his shoulder as you focus. Feeling him but trying not to cum.
"Please Dean..." you mumble "please" he kisses your neck
"Soon..." he mutters in repsonse. Picking up his pace. He moves his hand from your hair to your throat. Gently squeezing it. Your hands grip at him. On going to each of his hands. Gripping his wrists tightly as you feel his hips starting to lose their rythm. You let out a long whine as it gets harder to old back your orgasm. He grunts, nipping at your shoulder before whispering to you "cum beautiful"
With those words you let go. A truly sinful moan leaving your lips as you collapse against his body. You faintly register his grunts happening before feeling him stilling his hips. His seed filling you up. You moan out at the feeling. Moving your hand from his wrist up to his head. You turn your head. Planting a kiss to his lups as you grip his hair. The grip on your throat tightening slightly. The both of you heavily breathing as you come down from your highs.
"I think thats the best fuck Ive had in a long time" he chuckles at your statement. Dropping his hand from your throat
"Cant argue with that" he smiles. You feel him pull out of you. You push your legs toegther instinctiyl as you feel your mixed juices start to come out of you. He chuckles slight.y Going into the bathroom he grabs out a towel. Handing it to you, you use it to clean yourself up. Chucking it back into the bathroom. Putting your bra and pants back on as Dean puts on his pants and jeans. Just as the door opens. You grab your shirt, placing it onto yourself you turn. Freezing slughtly as you see the man from the car park.
"WHy do you never learn to knock?" Dean says
"Its a shared room. There are ways to show if youre using it" the british mans looks at you, smiling slightly "Pleased to meet your aquaintance again. I never did get a name"
"Rose. My name is Rose" you murmer "Hey Dean can I have a chat with you? Please?" he looks at you, then at his friend.
"I'll wait outside" they exchange a look. One you dont quite understand. As soon as the door shuts you turn to face Dean
"I know this is going to sound insane but you need to trust me with this" he nods. Going over to his bag he starts shuffling around it "Ok so your friend out there"
"Crowley"
"Yeah whatever his name is. Hes a demon. I met him earlier and he touched my ring and I left him to it because I had a really shitty day and I couldnt be bthered to deal with-"
"Kat. Breath" you stop. Taking in a breath. He tilts his head slightly to look at you. Watchng as youre chest rises and falls deeply as you calm your nerves. Turning back once youd regained your breath
"I didnt want to deal with demons at the time. So I left him. And he left me. But I feel like I should tell you this as Im worried he might do something to you"
"I'll be ok" he turns to face you.
"I know you will be but I thought I should tell you so that you can be prepared for when he turns dark eyes on you" he chuckles slightly. Holding up the item in his hand.
"Do you know what this is?" you look, shaking your head slightly. SOme sort of bone looking item. Teeth on it still and everything
"No" he takes a step towards you, both your eyes on the item as he holds it up.
"This is the first blade" eyes looking at you as he continues to step closer t you. You step backwards insticntivly. Eyes now on him as he smiles. Not his usual cocky smile. This one is a lot more sinister. "Its a powerful weapon. Destroys all living things so long as the user has the mark of cain"
"Thanks for that brief history lesson" you say. Sarcasm on your voice as you try and hide the fear you feel flodding over your body. Determined to stand your ground as he now stands infront of you. Your brain going frantic over what might be happening. Not a shifter. Or ghost possession. They wouldve reacted to your rings. You run your thumb over your fingers. Only two rings. Your blessed one still sitting at the bottom of your shopping bag. He places it onto your cheek bone. Smiling as you shake slightly from fear. Eyes on his as he darts his tongue out accross his teeth "Dean. Please fight this. Kick the fucker out" he chuckles. A low, dark chuckle.
"This is all me sweetheart" he trails his knife down your face. You grab his wrist. Pushing the blade away from you as you pish against his chest. Moving him away from you as you make a bolt for the door. You get it slightly open. Just about to get out you see a plam close it shut. SLamming the door. The hand that was on the door now grabbing your throat. Bringing you close to him as he drags you away from your only exit. Your hands grab at his tightening fist. Just as hes about to choke you out he drops you. Throwing you slightly down as you take in deep breaths. Hands coming up to your throat as you choke for air, moving backwards as you stay sat on the floor. Your back hitting the end of the bed frame
"Come on. Wheres that fight in you?" you shake your head. Him towering over you as you look up at him
"I dont want to hurt you Dean" he laughs as he comes closer. You try and go further into the bed.
"Thats a shame. Because I have no problem with hurting you" you go to kick him. He grabs your ankle. Pulling yu down so your safety of the bed behind is taken away. The sudden change forcing you to lose balance and lie on your back. You dont have time to react as he drags the blade over the length of your thgih. You cry out, hands coming up to cover over your chest as he kneels down. Straddling over your waist.
"Please Dean. Please stop. I-" you stammer before you can finish your words. He smiles slightly
"Go on. Say it" he smiles a truly wicked smile as those words mock you. Taunt you. You feel your bottom lip tremble slightly as you say those three little words.
"I love you..." you whsiper out. Your eyes darint between his. Hoping to see some sort of humanity appear behind him. SOm sort of mercy. But there is no emotion. No sign of affection towards you. Instead you are met with an almost feral look. The smile still adorning his face
"I think its funny that you think that will stop me from killing you" he says in an almost sing song. "If anything that'll make this more fun" he grabs your hands. Pinning them above your head as you try and wriggle out from under him. Feeling him use the edge of the knife to lift your shirt up slightly. Cutting your stomach just below your belly button. You scream out, trying to move your hands away from his grip. He goes to cut you slightly higher up when theres a knock at the door.
"Help me!" you scream out. His hand with the blade in coming up to cover your mouth. He leans down close to you. SHushing you as he meets your eyes. Only mere inches away from your face as he smiles.
"I wish we had longer" he moves his hand from your mouth. Gently tracing the blade down you throat until it rests in the centre of your stomach "But that was my cue to hurry this along" he pushes the blade into your belly. Pain filling your body as you feel him remove the weapon. Bringing it up slightly you feel him piercing it through your chest. Causing you to cry out again before the world turns to black.
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The night the black dragons found true fear (and the day Kabal's plan went into motion)
A man walks down the street until he gets approached by a group of arm men in an ally way. They had tattoos with a dagger being surrounded by two dragons on either side. Black Dragons. It's been a few years since they last made this city apart of their territory but since then they been quite busy, killing off politicians and extorting money off of the the innocent. They've been waging war with the police for years now neither side backing down but neither actually making any progress.That was until that one night. Every now and then a few goons will go out of their way to wander the streets looking for anybody to rob. Or kill. It didn't matter to them, only that they were having fun. That night a group of 15 of them were heavily drunk and wander around looking to pick a fight when they stumbled across that man.
Goon 1: Oi!! You there. They hell you doing out so late? Don't yah got a curfew.
The man didn't say anything.
Goon 2: Hey!! He talking to you yah bitch!! What are yah deaf?
Goon 3: Nah maybe he's some mute.
Goon 4: Hey tell yah what, you gives all yah got and maybe we won't kill you for this disrespect.
The man slowly turns around to show a rugged man with a stubbled beard, long silky black hair, eyes as blue as the sky with a long and deep looking scar on his right eye. Part Chinese, part Caucasian. His a lot more well physic than they expected having a bulky yet nimble build and a very tired yet feel to him.
The man: Look I had a long day. I had to take my sisters car to the shop in traffic, the grocery stores were crowded so I barely got anything and my niece has the flu. So I'll be the ones making the demand. Get out of the way and let me get home. And while you're at it quit your jobs so I don't have to run into you guys again. One of them scoffed.
Goon 5: Oooh look who thinks he all that!! Shame really you seem like a nice guy.
Goon 6: Not for me. I needed an excuse to break some bones.
The man: I see. Tell me though. Do you have any families? Anybody body to go home to.
Goon 7: What the... I'm mean Jeff got his dame back home. And Carl and Mark got a bunch of brats they always complain about.
He pointed to the three men, one looking afraid, one looking ashamed and one looking pissed.
The man sighed: Good to know.
Suddenly an Ice pillars appear hitting the three men launching them across the street. They're not dead though one of them might have a broken jaw but other wise there just unconscious.
Goon 6: What the...
But before he can complete what he was about to say he turned to see himself face to face at the man charging at him clearing the distance in record time. Behind him he held a giant great sword out of ice.
The man: Don't say I didn't give you the chance.
...
The next morning cops were everywhere at the site, staring agasp at the aftermath of carnage that was left behind. Bodies mutilated, torn from the waist, limbs stuffed and broken, eyes leek out of skulls with ice all around the area.
Cop 1: What the fu... how the hel... how is this possible?
Cop 2: Not sure... we tried interrogating the three survivors but they not sure what happen, extensive brain damage made it so they don't got any recollection of what happened that night.
Cop 1: Well what ever happened, I don't think it was an isolated event. We've been monitoring some members of interest for a while but they went mysteriously missing out of nowhere. Are undercover members only manage to get that they we're apparently on break but I don't believe it.
Cop 2: You think this has something to do with the disappearances?
Cop 1: Precisely. Wait what that.
The cop picks up a strange piece of meddle with a strange marking on it. It had an inverted triangle of it on top of a circle that had three circles cut out of it from where the point were.
Cop 2: Huh that kinda looks familia... wait that gives me an idea. I got some friends I can call up about this.
Cop 1: What do you mean frie... this is a private investiga...
Cop 2: Trust me I know what I'm doing.
Cop 1: Who the hell even are you?
Cop 2: Kurtis Stryker sir, NYPD finest.
Cop 1: Nyp... this isn't new y...
Kurtis: I transfered.
He walked away before the commanding officer could finish his sentence. On his way to his cruiser he began to text a number marked SF.
Kurtis: Sonya gonna love this. That or be extremely pissed.
...
Back at the Black Dragon based everyone is currently on edge hearing the news of of their own members being slaughtered by cattle. That is except for one member. The man was sitting at ,what was technically a personal bar for the Black Dragon, sipping on some cheap beer lost in thought. He had tannish skin, if you can see past all the burn marks, a messy mohawk wearing a respirator with multiple tubes tied to a pack. He was thinking about how much he hated here. How he wanted to get out of here. About how much he wanted to kill kano with his bare hands. How he wanted to go back to New York. To see Kurtis again. To be with him again. Just then another man sat at the bar. He was in a attire reminiscence of those a stereotypical cowboy, though more revealing and made out of leather, with a mask covering the lower half of his face. He grabs a glass and pours himself a glass of their good whiskey, chugging it down in one gulp.
Erron: Your taking the news pretty well.
Kabal: Nah just don't care that much. Didn't know the guys personally. You asked me they had it coming?
Erron: Oh I don't deny that they had it coming, I'm talking about the whole thing the ice in July. Surprised you ain't freaking out about it.
Kabal: I got super speed out of nowhere, you're an immortal cowboy, we got a guy who made of rocks who are bouncer and a cyborg for a boss. To be honest I stopped being surprised a long time ago.
Erron: Heh Fair. Still must be nice , a new challenge, somebody unexpected, somebody .... who might give you a helping hand at getting out.
Kabal eyes widen reaching for his hookswords before being stopped by Erron pointing a gun at his midsection.
Erron: I ain't going to give you know trouble.
Kabal: Says the guy point a gun at me.
Erron: Okay fair. But I want to help... in a sense.
Kabal: What do you mean...
Erron: Like I said things been boring around here lately, this could be pretty fun. And I'm just as sick of working under Kano as you are. So how bout after this drink we go searching a bit for that ice fellow.
Kabal: To get help or to pick a fight?
Erron: Why not both? So what do you say partner?
He raises a glass towards him. Kabal ponders for a bit, then sighs.
Kabal: Fine.
He clinks his bottle to Erron's.
Kabal: But if I get any sense your using me I'll rip your jaw and shove it down your throt.
Erron: Heh don't tempt me.
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Also to just let you know I got the idea of Kabal and Erron leaving the Black dragon from @running-with-the-feels defection au. Please don't be mad at me.
...
Liang switches through the various channels on the tv until settling on a nature documentary on scorpions. He's never really used a tv before. I mean he watched stuff on a tv a while on missions and there was a monitor at the the Lin Kuei based but they just used that to play back missions. He stares at the screen thinking about his now that he's found his sister. It absolutely nothing like his old life in the Lin Kuei. I'm sure he would kill a few off black dragon members but that was of his own will now instead of the command of a grandmaster. Compared to that. Life been more tame, no harsh training, more opportunities for down, different experiences like zoos, and museums and other things. One hand it felt so wrong. He was a warrior, he shouldn't be contempt to live in such bliss. But on the other hand it felt right, like this was a life he should've had if it hadn't ben taken from him at such a young age. It like the he been finally handed something that belong to him but the something is holding him back from truly enjoying it. Just then a little girl with a stuffy nose and pjs clutching a blanket walks down the stairs and into the living room.
Frost: Morning Uncle Liang.
Liang: Morning Holly. (By the way Holly is the name I've given my version of frost) Shouldn't you be asleep still?
Frost: yeah but my stomach hurts too much.
Liang: Oh I'm sorry to hear that dear. Let me boil you some tea.
Frost: Ok. Can it at least have honey in it?
Liang: Let me check.
It's so alien to him. This domestic feeling, especially being an uncle. Even when he's been on missions he's never needed to be around children much less look out for one. Maybe things would have been different if he was raised by his mom. His... mom. Then he heres rthe fire alarm.
Liang: Oh shit the stove!!
He knock the kettle out of the way and and turning the stove completely off.
Liang: Ok, that was a close call.
Frost: Uhh... Uncle Liang...?
She points towards the kettle which had been severely dented.
Liang: Uhh... okay this maybe a weird question to ask a seven year old but do you know how to fix it this.
Frost: No but I think mom mentioned something about an antique shop down the road that fixes stuff.
Liang: Great your coming with me.
Frost:What why? Didn't say that I should be getting back to sleep.
Liang: You help me we'll get to watch your movie pick tonight.
They got dressed and headed out towards the old car that once belonged to his mother.
Frost: Hey uncle Liang. Me and mom always told you on how our lives were, why don't you tell us about your life.
Liang...Maybe some other time kay kiddo.
The entered the car and began to drove away. All while a man in yellow cloth and armor watches from the shadows with his pale white eyes.
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And that was a scenario in my au but don't leave yet because I have something to share and a question for all of the three people who follow me.
If you haven't seen from my post a large some of Palestinian refugees have been messaging me asking for my help. Unfortunately I do not have either a bank account, a job or money to donate to so I've been just reblogging posts and asking people to donate to them or reblog the post themselves. However these post aren't very popular and thus don't get enough attention. I once thought I could just put a bunch of random tags underneath so it would reach more people but then I found out that would be consider as reaching so I stopped. So I'm proposing a solution to this. I would end up doing regular post about my interest, opinions, headcanons and aus but at the end of every post I would also advertise one or more of the people asking for donations and then ask people to either donate to those people or ask them to reblog their pin post to spread out the word. Now I've stated this before but I'm completely unexperienced towards the mechanic of tumblr and their policys so I do not know if this would go against anything. Hence why I'm asking all of you. Again I don't have the money available to help them so I need to find a different way.
Here are all the people who have asked me for donation. Please go to their blogs and donate if you can and if you're like me and you can't please reblog their pinned post to spread the word.
@familyetaf1234567
@hanehomed12345
@savesmahfamily
@yasermohammad
@maram-gaza @familygazaamal
@mohammedswierh2
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@mahaibrahim13
@hashemsamar
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@hamdialisstuff
@emily4pali
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@ibrahimmo
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@ahmad-syam-blog
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And if you have any ideas on how I can spread the word let me know. Also since this post is so long I'm not going to tag palestine stuff on it so I don't get flagged for reach or seen as offensive.
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La Ballet Madrigal
Ok so I had this cute little idea that on Antonio’s birthday/ceremony he wanted to do a little something special for it and I decided to write it.
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It was hard to budge Alma into doing it but eventually she agreed. Ok it wasn’t that hard, Alma could only say no for so long until her ballet bebecitos made her crack. And technically it was his birthday and as the birthday boy he could do whatever he wanted with it.
And that was doing a small show of what he had learned over the past year. It would be done on Mirabel’s stage, or technically the stage room. His abuela performed on a stage when she was eight, Mirabel performed when she was seven, and luisa performed when she was sixteen. Now at five years old it would be his turn. Kind of like a cute write-a-passage.
His ceremony would still go on but everyone was invited to casita much earlier for his first performance. EVERYBODY had to come, that includes family so no one was in position for excuses.
Antonio wore a navy blue button up shirt, baby blue vest with gold animal designs on it, and sky blue tights. He had asked Mirabel if he could wear the ballet shoes she wore for her ceremony and she gladly let him and casita made them smaller for him to wear. No resewing/resizing needed.
He had also asked luisa if he could wear the feather headpiece she wore when she played the white swan and of course she said yes. Before he even asked Alma, she gave him a magenta beaded bracelet that was given to her by her mama. She had Mirabel wear it for her first performance, then Luisa, then of course, Antonio.
It was so sweet that he wanted to wear little things from his primas and abuela’s, kind of like little tokens of luck.
So now he was on the stage, doing the best he could of what he remembered. He was nervous of course, so many people had their eyes on him and expected him to do good, a lot of pressure for a five year old.
But he stuck to his primas and abuela’s advice;
“Just focus on us and only us, and you’ll be ok”
Luisa’s second tip
“Just imagine everyone in silly costumes”
And he did just that, he only focused on his familia and that made him smile. Alma was right in center, looking as proud as any abuela could for her neito. On her left was his primas, who were silently cheering him on and giving him thumbs up as he went along.
He tripped and stumbled once or twice but he got right back up and kept going like Mirabel and lulu told him. Apart from those times he kept up with the music and kept balance all the way through. He performed his first solo variation, Blue bird.
The music had ended and the small boy huffed as he bowed. The crowd and his familia cheered for him, as always Julieta pulled a bouquet of flowers out of thin air and threw it up to Antonio. The bouquet was an assortment of blue hydrangea and yellow begonias. He of course caught it and waved in the way Alma taught him too. The curtains closed and Antoio walked to the back of the stage and was immediately met with his family.
Pepa and Felix were the first to give him a big hug, congratulating him, then Dolores and Camilo. After them was the blue family of course. Isabela congratulated him first with a hug and a sprinkle of orange flowers in his hair. Luisa picked him up in a tight hug, Mirabel and Alma following suit.
“You were so amazing, tonito!” Luisa beamed as the boy giggled in her hug.
“That was the best show I’ve ever seen, well, apart from Luisa’s” Mirabel chimed in, ruffling his hair and giving him a squeeze too.
“You did so well!” Julieta congratulated as well, but just as she did her daughters, she checked his body for injury too. After he and her daughter reassured her he’s fine she gave him a small peck on the forehead and an arepa.
“Did I do good abuela?” Antonio looked at his grandmother expectantly as he held a big smile we all love so much. “I did all the turns and spins! And I did the right positions like you taught me!”
“You did it perfectly just like your primas and me before you, and don’t you worry about your falls, you actually did better than I did for my first time.” Alma patted his head and gave him a forehead kiss.
“Now, how about we get a picture, Casita!” Alma’s eyes glittered at the thought and Casita instantly brought the camera in for a picture.
For Mira’s first variation she took a picture with Alma, Luisa did the same after her performance, now it was his turn and Antonio couldn’t be more happy. He always saw the two photos hanging up in the studio next to each other now he had the chance to be right next to them.
The three four of them posed for a photo; Antonio in front, Alma behind him, Mirabel on her left, and Luisa on her right.
“La Ballet Madrigal” Alma cheered
“La Ballet Madrigal!” all four of them posed and the picture was taken.
Everything was perfect in that moment; it almost made you forget Antonio had a door to get to…but not too much. The ceremony went on as planned and the boy finally got his own room…time flies. But Antonio made sure to keep his abuela and Primas close to him all night until he slept…for emotional support.
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Also, I have a little question. I remember for a suggestion; you said Alma would indirectly pressure Mirabel into doing ballet more. and that had me thinking, would Alma pressure Luisa and Antonio into doing it more too or no?
Also, what would be Luisa and Antonio's favorite ballet shows? I have a little idea that maybe Casita has a way to show different plays such as;
The Nutcracker
Giselle
Swan Lake
Don Quixote
Romeo & Juliet
Little red riding hood
Beauty and the best
and probably many others
Maybe casita shows the plays through a projector of some sort?
SOBBING. CRYING SCREAMING. HE’S SO CUTE WHAT <3333
So funny that they. Literally have to go. Like Alma really got fed up huh 😭 ay but at least homeboy was ready. Just had stage fright but it’s cool. Gotta love Mirabel and Luisa for giving him tips to stay focused and not think about the crowd.
Also???? Loving the idea where for their first performance they wore the bracelet. I also find it funny that that bracelet is older than literally everyone in the family besides Alma. Like she kept it for so long, that it so sweet ‼️😮💨
I gave his vest a long tail and. And tried to make it look like feathers. You know so he’s look more like a bird. I think Mirabel would’ve made it. She makes hers, Luisa’s and Antonio’s outfits whenever they have shoes. (Especially Luisa because Mirabel is one of the few who can tailor outfits to fit Luisa).
So. For Luisa and Antonio, it’s not as much. But she is like “it’s a commitment, so you gotta keep it up”. She doesn’t pressure them, but she is like if you’re gonna do it, you gotta come and you gotta practice. For Mirabel, she likes doing it, loves it, but she does feel like she has to. Not on,y to make up for not having a gift, but also because it’s Alma lays her attention when she doesn’t. In the one year from her failed ceremony until she started ballet, Alma kinda avoided her.
So when Mirabel saw that ballet got her attention, she had another reason to continue. It got Abuela’s attention. She was noticed. She got praised. Luisa and Antonio, it’s more like a hobby. A side hustle. They love dancing, especially with Mirabel, so they, especially Luisa, will take time out of their day to go dance, but they doesn’t necessarily feel they have to.
As for favorites uhhhhh. Luisa likes the nutcracker. First time she saw it, she LOVED it, it was also one of Mirabel’s first major roles, she was young Clara. And when she started practicing, Luisa begged Alma to let her play the Sugar Plum Fairy. Of course Alma folded like a wet paper towel. Another Luisa likes is Coppélia. The thought of dressing up and dancing like that of a doll is just. So amazing to her, she loves it. She likes the music too.
Antonio likes Little Red Riding Hood. He unironically likes being the wolf. I’m so serious, he doesn’t care if he’s the youngest and shortest, he’ll still play the role, it never stopped him. His second favorite is Don Quixote.
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Choices!Series Part Eleven: One Day At A - Nestor Oceteva x Reader
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Part One: First Date (NSFW) - Nester and you have an unusual first date.
Part Two: Familia - (Feat: Marcus Alvarez) - Marcus discovers your relationship.
Part Three: Fair Trade (Feat: Miguel Galindo) - Miguel puts you in a tough position.
Part Four: Slaughterhouse Rules - Miguel feeds you to the wolves.
Part Five: Stay With Me - Nestor deals with the aftermath.
Part 6: Run - Nestor can’t give you what you need.
Part Seven: Partners in Crime (Feat: Coco Cruz & Marcus Alvarez) - Marcus asks Coco to reach out.
Part Eight: What Happens In Reno - What you got up to in Reno.
Part Nine: Don't Give Up (Feat: Coco Cruz & Marcus Alvarez) - Marcus takes Nestor under his wing and Coco reaches out.
It’s 2am in the morning and you’re asleep on Nestor’s bed, back where you belong. His sheets tucked neatly around you, an additional fleece blanket laid carefully on top because the thing with blood loss is, it makes you feel cold. Nestor’s been there, he knows what he’s doing.
Nestor’s sitting beside you, his back against the headboard as he reads from one of the books you’d left on your nightstand. He’s tried to keep a respectable distance but as always you seek him out. You’re tucked up against his side in the foetal position, the low rhythmic sound of your breathing in his ears. He thinks about the nights the two of you had spent apart and how he craved this, you back with him, in his bed.
You moan, shifting slightly and Nestor puts the book down on his end table because he can see your eyes flicking awake. You’re groggy and disoriented, you passed out in a hotel room with a dragon water stain on the ceiling and now your somewhere else, somewhere that feel familiar but not at the same time.
“Hey.” Nestor’s voice rumbles through your consciousness as you struggle to comprehend your surroundings. “You’re safe, you’re at home with me. Coco and Stitches brought you back.”
The words penetrate through to your foggy brain as your hand reaches for his, fingers entwining. You need something to ground you right now, everything is fluid, your thoughts ebbing through your mind like fast moving river. They flow through your fingers like water, slipping away before you can grasp them.
“I’m sorry.” You croak, your eyes burning as he squeezes your fingers to reassure you. “Christ Nes, I’m sorry. I…”
He shushes you, his hand cupping your face, his thumb ghosting over the bruising that mars your cheek. You look like hell, and he knows it’s only going to get worse over the next few days as you start to heal. His lips brush over the tears leak from your eyes, he can taste the salt on his tongue before his forehead comes to rest gently on yours.
“It’s ok.” He whispers as he looks into your eyes. “You don’t have to explain it to me.”
There’s an honesty in his words and it touches something deep down inside of you. You’re wild, and messy, borderline feral. Anyone else would have called it quits after you’d disappeared but not Nestor, when he says he loves you, he means it. To him that means showing up, sticking around. He’s loyal to a fault, this man, ride or die.
“I don’t deserve you.” You murmur as the tiredness overtakes you again. It’s heavy, like a wave cresting over your head, forcing you down, shoving you under. You’re eyes are fluttering closed, you try to fight it but the comfort of Nestor’s presence and the weight of the blankets are too much, you can feel yourself slipping away.
“Yes, you do.” Nestor whispers into your hairline. “You deserve me, the same way that I deserve you.”
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It’s late in the afternoon when you finally make it out of the bedroom, despite the hours you’ve slept you still feel exhausted. You feel weak, barely able to force yourself out of bed. Getting changed is something akin to agony, you manage to strip off and toss your clothes into the bin alongside the dresser before taking the time to examine yourself in the mirror. You’re a mess, a patchwork of bruises from the body blows Eddie had rained on you. You’d thought your face was bad, but your torso is a hundred times worse. No wonder you’re stiff and sore as hell. You take a minute to examine the stab wound, you’re appreciative of Stitches work, she’s cleaned you up nicely. So long as you behave and don’t make any erratic movements you should heal up well. You manage to slip into one of Nestor’s t shirts, the scent of fresh laundry clings to it and soothes something deep inside of you. Being here, around his things, wearing his clothes, sleeping in his bed, it feels like home.
You lean in the doorway watching as he moves through the kitchen with his headphones on, head bobbing to the music. He moves with the gracefulness of a large feline predator, his motions fluid and in sync with the rest of his body. His long dexterous fingers caress the handles of the knives in the chopping block before he selects one and oddly it does something to you. Everything he’s doing is innocuous. He’s simply chopping spinach and mixing eggs but there’s beauty in the domesticity, it makes your pulse quicken, which in turn makes you dizzy.
When you collapse into one of the chairs at the dining table, he catches the movement, turning to face you, removing his headphones and setting them down on the counter. You know you look like a horror show but Nestor doesn’t seem to see it, he looks at you the same way he always has, with reverence and tenderness. Your mouth goes dry as you drink him in. It’s been over three months since you actually laid eyes on him and it makes your heart hurt to actually be sitting here in his presence.
His hair is loose, untamed curls falling over his shoulders, he’s wearing the Method Man t-shirt that David bought for him. It had been the last gig they had attended together before the accident. He opens the fridge and pours you a glass of orange juice before setting it down on the table in front of you.
“It’ll help with the weakness.” He tells you before returning the carton to the fridge.
He knows, of course he knows. He’s been here at some point, banged up, bruised and bloody. You sip from it gratefully and he gives you a look as you set the glass back down on the table.
“All of it.”
You roll your eyes before picking up the glass again and gulping it down. Nestor watches with satisfaction before taking the glass and putting it into the sink.
“You can take your medication after you’ve finished this omelette I’m making.” He tells you, gesturing at the various pill bottles on top of the microwave. “Taking them on an empty stomach will make you sick.”
“You don’t have to do this.” You tell him. “You don’t need to look after me, give me the day I’ll find somewhere…”
Nestor freezes, you see the tension in his shoulders before he fixes you with his gaze, his voice firm as he speaks.
“Rosa, I need you to stop running.”
He calls you by your first name, something he never does and it hits you like a gut punch because it means that something has changed, and you know that’s on you. He exhales as he leans back against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest.
“I just need you to stay in one place and let me take care of you.” he tells you. “You’re injured right now; it’s going to take some time to recover. You have a place here if you want it…” His palm rubs over the back of his neck as he regards you, because the truth is, he doesn’t know what you want anymore. “Whatever is going on with you, I want to help but you’ve got to stop shutting me out, this thing between us only works if we’re honest with each other. If you don’t want that, if it’s too intense, that’s fine but you still have this place as a sanctuary, a place you can come to when the world doesn’t make sense. That is unconditional.”
There’s a ferocity in his words, you can sense the honesty in them. This is Nestor putting his cards on the table because you can’t go on the way you have been, you realised that in Reno. So, you decide to tell him the truth, because you can’t go on pretending that things are ok anymore.
“What happened in the slaughterhouse, it put me in a backslide. There were things about Afghanistan that I don’t remember, my memories of that day are hazy, there are fragments missing, I made peace with that, it’s part of the trauma.” You pause, remembering how your therapist explained it back when you were still attending counselling. “However since that day, I’ve been getting flashbacks, nightmares, things that don’t make sense to me and I drive myself crazy trying to fit them all together. Sometimes I feel like I’m back there, reliving what happened to me and…”
You trail off, pressing your fingers to your lips to hold back the rush of emotion you can feel threatening to overwhelm you.
“I blame Miguel for it, I was ok before that. Things were good, I was in the best place I had been in a long time and it feels like he took that from me… “
You look at Nestor because you want him to see the truth in your eyes when you tell him the next part.
“I wanted to kill him Nes, I planned it, I fantasied about it, but whenever I got to the point of putting it into practice I couldn’t do it because I knew what it would do to you and that tore me up inside. The man I love and the man I hate, so fucking intertwined.”
“So, you left.” He said softly.
“Yea.” You tell him, focusing on the colourful fridge magnets that weren’t there before you left. “And it didn’t help. Everything is still the same. I’m still broken, still a mess, I still can’t sleep, things that didn’t used to bother me still do. I just… I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t know how to live with this.”
Nestor sighed before stepping towards you and sinking to his knees on the linoleum, his fingertips grazed your chin lightly, tipping your head up to meet his gaze.
“One day at a time.” He tells you. “We deal with it, together. One day at a time.”
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*Un rato en el Centro comercial*
Mayhem Leo :*se acerca a Stefany con los batidos* mira gatita te traje tu batido favorito 😊😉🧋🍫💕❣️💘
Mayhem Stefany :*mueve sus orejas*Miau, te lo agradezco mucho tortuguita 🥰😻💞💖💗💝*resive el batido y lo bebe* Mmm, sabe delicioso siempre me gustó Starbucks 😋😄🧋💓💘❣️
Mayhem Leo : jajaja, si Starbucks siempre es la mejores malteadas de del mundo 😏😊💕💓💝💗*bebe el batido*Mmm~😋😄🧋💘💞❣️¿qué haces mañana nena?😕😄💖💗💕
Mayhem Stefany : bueno mañana iré al parque hará una fiesta de parrillada familiar 😃😁👨👩👧🥩🌳🍃*toma la mano de Leo*y te gustaría ir mañana para que conozcas a toda mi familia 😊😄💝💗💕❣️
Mayhem Leo : bueno Me encantaría mucho Stefany 😀☺️💓💞💖*se rasca la cabeza* bueno quiero hablarte algo contigo 😙😅💓💕💗
Mayhem Stefany :*se agacha la oreja *está bien Lee, Qué quieres decirme 😟🥺💖💞❣️💝
Mayhem Leo :*se sonroja* bueno Stefany tu sabes que a veces siempre visito tu casa y tú a la mía Cuándo estamos juntos y dormimos juntos 😳🙁🏬💗💘💓
Mayhem Stefany : Pues sí claro porque me preguntas te molesta tortuguita 😟🤨💖💗❣️💕
Mayhem Leo : Qué No, no me molesta no quise decir eso 😖😅💦*juega con sus dedos* Es que quiero decirte si te mudarias conmigo en las alcantarillas para que podamos estar juntos 🥹😣💼🎒❣️💘💓💞💖
@inspiredwriter
Mayhem Stefany: *Stops drinking cocktail and her ears stand on end* Oh, my God, Leo!😲😳🧋💘💗🩷💕 Huh, can you imagine that a few days ago I also had the idea of inviting you to live with me and my parents🤭🥰🏬💼🎒👨👩👧💓💗💞 *Kisses Leo on the cheek* Mmua~😚💋💖🩷💞 Haha, that means you and I have the same thoughts😃😍💓💝💖💕
Mayhem Leo: Well, not really, Stefany, I wanted you to live with me and my family🥺💓❤💕 Don't worry, we always clean our den thoroughly and that's why there's almost no bad smell in there😅🤗🧹🧽🧺💖💘💞
Mayhem Stefany: Oh, that's not the problem at all, sweetie, just I heard that many different mutants live in your lair, besides you and your brothers🥺😥🦇🐸🐊🦎🦏🐗 *Whispers in Leo's ear* I feel a little awkward making love in places where many mutants or humans live🤫😳👥💓💞💝
Mayhem Leo: Yeah, you're right, my flower, those mutants that live in our lair are terribly curious🤔😓 One day Mondo Geko found our album with photographs, took out photos from there and stuck them on his face😬🦎 And also Wingnut...😧🫢🦇 Eeeh, simply put, these guys have not yet fully adapted to the human world the way my brothers and dad have😅💦 But we diligently teach them this and they are making progress in this😅😁
Mayhem Stefany: But my Dad is almost always at work, and my mom is at the pastry shop, where I sometimes help her🤔👮🚔👩💼🍰🧁 I think in my apartment it will be much more peaceful for us to spend time alone🤗🥰💗💖❣️💞 Don’t worry, my daddy doesn’t bring weapons into the apartment anymore...😅💦🚫🔫👮 *Takes Leo’s hand* But your opinion is no less important to me, Lee🥺💓💘💕 Do you think it’s better for you to live with me, or for me to live with you?🤨😟💝💗❤💕
@swagreecrow
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DEXTER SEASON THREE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART TWO)
Lines taken from s03e09 - s03-e12 of the show Dexter. Feel free to change pronouns or edit in any way to better fit your needs. Here is part one.
❛ It's like there was an imbalance in the world, and we righted it, with our own hands. ❜
❛ I feel real. Like, maybe for the first time in my life. ❜
❛ If I knew where [name] was, I'd tell you. ❜
❛ All right, all right, you're right. I know where he is. I can show you. ❜
❛ You don't have to keep on checking on me. ❜
❛ He's held life and death in his hands. He likes it. ❜
❛ So how do I crack this sick fuck's brain? ❜
❛ I am not having a goddamn affair, okay? ❜
❛ I just needed space. I've got everything falling apart around me now. ❜
❛ You keep going off half-cocked. How am I supposed to trust you? ❜
❛ I didn't tell you because I know you wouldn't approve. ❜
❛ Whatever happened to serving justice? ❜
❛ I should have told you. It was a chickenshit thing to do, and I abused your trust. ❜
❛ Look. I'm a big boy. I know what I'm doing. Eventually, you're gonna trust that too. ❜
❛ He thinks he's untouchable. He's not. It's time he learned that. ❜
❛ For you, I'll do everything in my power. ❜
❛ Too many people are affected when the innocent die. ❜
❛ I'd be a fool not to follow your lead. I think you're gonna save my life. ❜
❛ I have to go look at some blood. Evidence. For a crime. ❜
❛ I'm sorry. We didn't mean to get your family caught up in this, all right? ❜
❛ What can you do? Nothing! ❜
❛ You gotta help me, or I can't do anything to help you. ❜
❛ It's me. It's okay. You're safe. ❜
❛ You found me. ❜
❛ I can't go home. There's too much silence. ❜
❛ He's been using me the whole time. ❜
❛ I'm responsible if [name] takes another innocent life. ❜
❛ I think we should just stay out of it. ❜
❛ They're gonna think that we slept together! ❜
❛ I mean, if my show does not make people vomit and have an erection at the same time, then I've let my audience down. ❜
❛ Hey, I'm not giving up on our friendship. ❜
❛ For someone so innocent, he sure looks guilty. ❜
❛ I am indeed a good friend to have. And one can never have too many friends, right? ❜
❛ I feel like Cinderella. Except for the whole Disney virgin thing. ❜
❛ Oh, don't worry. No one'll know Prince Charming knocked ya up before the ball. ❜
❛ You're sorry? Well, you can take your sorry and shove it up your ass! ❜
❛ Hey, I just wanted to say, I never meant for any of this to go down the way it did, you know? ❜
❛ I messed up. I wanted to apologize to your face. ❜
❛ You lying son of a bitch! You almost got me killed! ❜
❛ I am not the enemy here. ❜
❛ You feel guilty? You feel responsible for what happened to me? ❜
❛ Shit. You're bleeding. You're gonna need new stitches. ❜
❛ I need for you to seriously think about this. Think about us. ❜
❛ Wine... invented for the sole purpose of handling grief. Believe me, I know. ❜
❛ You've always been important to me. You know that. ❜
❛ Please don't hate me, but I may have done a bad thing. ❜
❛ You are too good a liar. ❜
❛ I don't know when you're telling the truth anymore. ❜
❛ Cause after all... familia is sacred. ❜
❛ I know what it is to want to rebalance an unbalanced world. ❜
❛ Some doors should stay shut. You open it, it's too easy to walk through it a second time. ❜
❛ Well, at least I didn't teach him how to get away with murder. I'm learning. ❜
❛ God. You are useless. Love you anyway. ❜
❛ I didn't get to where I am, who I am, by letting some little worm like you walk all over me! ❜
❛ I am the last person you wanna fuck with, because I will fuck you back in ways you never even imagined! ❜
❛ Wow. I didn't get it before, but you can't be reasoned with, guilted, or controlled. ❜
❛ I'll do what I want, when I want, to whomever I want! Count on it! ❜
❛ My search for connection always ends in blood. ❜
❛ As challenging as it will be, it's back to option one. I kill him. ❜
❛ So this is how it ends. I've pictured it a thousand ways, but never this. ❜
❛ Must be what your victims feel like. Trapped, hopeless. ❜
❛ You got any more words of encouragement, or are you just here to gloat? ❜
❛ I should have fucking killed [name] when I had the chance. ❜
❛ That's fucking hilarious! You were freaked, right? ❜
❛ For a smart guy, sometimes he doesn't have the good sense that God gave little chickens. ❜
❛ A true friend knows when to bury the hatchet, because friendship is a sacred bond, built on trust. ❜
❛ I have learned so much from you about, uh... trust. ❜
❛ Things are bound to go wrong. The less left to chance the better. ❜
❛ You always look so happy to see me. ❜
❛ Getting married's easy. All you have to do is show up. ❜
❛ I need to be with somebody who's got his shit together. ❜
❛ You're the only one he trusts. ❜
❛ Well, it's really hard to find people that you trust these days. ❜
❛ I could hear it, you know? The sound of the blade cutting into me. That and, uh... the sound of me screaming. Like it was somebody else. And I remember thinking, "That guy screaming...he's gonna die." ❜
❛ If home is where the heart is, where do you go when you don't have a heart? ❜
❛ So why is it every time I look at you, I still feel the same way I felt when we first met? ❜
❛ They make a cute couple. Too bad they're both lying through their teeth. ❜
❛ And this is, "Do as I say, not as I do"? ❜
❛ If you need something under the table, I'm your guy. That didn't come out right. ❜
❛ So, now you know. Question is, what are you gonna do? ❜
❛ I need your word this stays between us. ❜
❛ Yes, whenever you have an earth-shattering, ball-crushing, mind-fuck of a secret, you should tell your fucking sister. ❜
❛ You're the hardest-working person I know, you're loyal to a fault. In all the years I've known you, you've never let me down. ❜
❛ I know I crossed the line here. I know that now. It doesn't have to come to this. ❜
❛ I had higher hopes for you, for us. But I finally just have to accept it, I'll always be alone. ❜
❛ I tried. I tried to crack that damn armor of yours. ❜
❛ I know you better than anyone else. ❜
❛ I know I'm a monster. ❜
❛ I accept you, like a brother. ❜
❛ I didn't plan to, but it was kill or be killed. ❜
❛ You little freak! You think I'm done with you? You think this ends here? It doesn't! ❜
❛ There are few milestones in life that evoke a stronger response than our final act. Death. ❜
❛ We all react in different ways to death. Some choose anger. Others cling to ritual. ❜
❛ You can tell a lot about a person by the friends he keeps. ❜
❛ That was awkward. I don't think I've ever been asked to leave a funeral before. ❜
❛ You lost a friend. You don't have to be so strong. ❜
❛ [name] warned you that his death wasn't gonna be the end of things. ❜
❛ Can't kill him. Can't ignore him. ❜
❛ You know, Dad would be proud. That still means something, no matter how flawed he was. ❜
❛ Well, then tell me. How am I supposed to live with this? ❜
❛ I'm the only one that knows, I think. It's not even that big of a deal. ❜
❛ We all have secrets we prefer not to share. Skeletons. Feel free to keep yours in the closet. Deep in the closet. ❜
❛ Look, these people have nothing to do with this. This is between you and me, right? ❜
❛ I should put a bullet in your head. In front of everybody. So they can see what it's like to lose someone. ❜
❛ So you don't really have to bother with reality. That must be nice. ❜
❛ Until you came into our life, everything was fine. ❜
❛ I spent my whole life trying to hold it together, and now it's all gone to shit. ❜
❛ Someday your kids will be old enough to see the truth for themselves, just like you did with your father. ❜
❛ The sins of the father go on and on, from kid to kid to kid, unless someone - you - chooses to end them. ❜
❛ There is no possible way that us being together is a mistake. ❜
❛ You hold on to that personal life. Reminds us what's important. ❜
❛ I've been scared of it coming to this your whole life, a violent end. I tried to protect you. ❜
❛ This is my fault for not trusting you. ❜
❛ You did the best you could. ❜
❛ I've never seen you cry before. ❜
❛ I've never wanted anything so much in my life. ❜
❛ You are the best thing that has happened to me. ❜
❛ I had a choice. I chose you. Your turn. ❜
❛ Oh, I have my excuses and justifications, but, really, I just... need to. ❜
❛ So really, you're just a killer, a monster. The stuff of nightmares. ❜
❛ A wolf would chew off its own paw, its survival instinct is that fierce. So is mine. ❜
❛ We all have secrets. In that way, I'm just like everyone else. ❜
❛ All my previous attempts at human connection have ended in... well, death. ❜
❛ Sure, I'm still who I was, who I am. Question is, what do I become? ❜
❛ Right now, at this moment, I'm content. Maybe even happy. And I have to admit, when all is said and done... life is good. ❜
#rp meme#sentence starters#sentence meme#rp sentence meme#roleplay meme#roleplay prompts#rp prompt#rp memes#inbox meme#sentence starter meme#*tv#*Dexter
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Chaiflower au, Prologue
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La lealtad vale más que el dinero (Oh-oh)
Y yo me vo' a morir leal y nunca como un traicionero (Oh-oh)
“Miles!”
“Yeah?! *cough* yeah?” Miles asks, headphones now off. “Your shift ended long ago.. it’s closing time.” Gwen told him, pointing to her watch.
“Oh. I should probably put these away then, huh?” He says, already putting away the ingredients. “Yeah, I’ll help, then we’ll get out of here.”
By the time they finished cleaning, everything is packed away and closed, ready for the next day. Leaving the two to walk their destinations together.
It was all quiet apart from the traffic. When the silence got too awkward Gwen spoke. “So, any plans for Valentine’s Day?” Miles chuckled and shook his head. “Not really, probably gonna buy something for my parents.” He shrugged.
“So nothing for your lover, huh?” She said, all tease and no snark. “I don’t have a lover, Gwen.” Miles reminded, making Gwen spat out her coffee.
“Seriously?! You’re still without a partner?!!??!” She asked, bewildered at the info. “Hey, someone other than our boss has to be in the singles club.”
“Miles…” Gwen sighs, stopping him by his shoulder and made him turn towards her. “You need to put yourself out there, you can’t be single forever.” She says, her hands on her hips. “Says the girl who’s also single.”
“Can’t call me single anymore, I got a date.” She says to him. “But that’s not the point.” She says, holding miles by both shoulders this time.
“I know you, you get touch starved and I know your parents aren’t always home.” This made miles look down sadly, then shake his head. “I’ll be fine.”
Gwen sighs and let go of the Afro-puerto Rican boy. “If you say so. See you tomorrow!” She shouted, waving goodbye while miles did the same.
Back at home where miles is left home alone the rest of the afternoon, this made him think about what Gwen had said about him being touch starved.
‘Maybe Gwen’s right, I need to put myself out there, can’t focus on my baking and art forever…’ Miles thought. But immediately pushed the thought down as he put on his headphones and played sunflower.
Swae Lae and post Melon never miss, especially with their song they did together.
While listening to his favourite song he thought about Gwen’s words of concern and sighed, hugging his second pillow he grabbed from under his bed.
“Wish I could be someone’s sunflower.” He whispered sadly, eyes getting heavier before giving up.
And during that night? He dreamt of sunflowers.
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The inspiration for this au is from @zxmickeyzx’s Mumbatten café and an ao3 chaiflower story called ‘pose for me’ … I really love the two stories
I just wanna write a ship chapter story. And this is the prologue so, I can’t exactly reveal what the au is… wait yes I can! It’s a bakery/coffee- *bonk* ow, fine! No spoilers… hope you like it!
The song featured in this at the beginning is called familia from the ITSV soundtrack.
(Mi amor la sol.) coming soon… maybe.
#spider verse#spider man#atsv#atsv miles morales#atsv gwen#gwen stacy#miles morales#miles x pavitr#chaiflower#goldenflower#… I still think chaiflower is a better ship name#*shrugs* just my opinion.. you don’t have to agree or disagree#theres also a reference here somewhere let’s see if you found it#… god I hope I wrote the characters right#I’m so scared
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WIP Wednesday
So I got today to write 6k and finish this chapter if I wanna stay on track…. And I got stuff scheduled all day.
This is not looking promising… maybe by the end of the week?
Tagging @quietborderline @missanniewhimsy @megasaurus-regina @monsterrae1 @westernlarch @tkwritesdumbassassins @outtoshatter @muffinsandsweets @rosieposiepuddingnpie with no pressure as always. This is just for fun and to keep me on track.
Banner by radio chatter.
From: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Chapter 10: FUBAR, Danny’s POV
Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT
Pairings: Buddie, McDanno, platonic deacon/hondo
Fic summary:
When one family seems lost another comes back from the past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him.
Tags/warnings: kidnapped eddie, first draft, NavySeal!buck, alternative universe, timeline what timeline?, set vaguely season 3 911 and I’m not giving a time frame for H50 (because it wouldn’t make sense anyway). Written while sleep deprived.
Danny rubs his temples, fighting off a looming headache. He’s been staring at his own terrible cramped handwriting for hours. Steve’s fingers replace his, and he lets his eyes close with a groan as Steve rubs his neck and temples.
“You got another headache?” Steve’s voice is gentle and soft. He’s practically sitting on Danny’s desk as he hovers, but Danny doesn’t care. They’re alone in the office, and if Steve wants to touch him, Danny’s going to let him.
“Yeah.”
“I can get you some ibuprofen or Tylenol?”
“Took some with the Alka-Seltzer earlier.” Danny will pay for Steve to keep up the neck massage he’s giving. Steve’s fingers are digging into the knot that had been forming between Danny’s shoulders, and when it releases, he bites his tongue to stop from moaning.
“You didn’t eat.” There’s disapproval and worry in Steve’s tone.
“Wasn’t hungry.”
He wasn’t.
“This has been sitting out too long now. Do you want me to order something?”
“Let me rephrase. I am not hungry right now, nor was I.”
Steve chuckles, and his fingers find another knot, working into Danny’s left shoulder that he’d slept on last night on the sofa for a few hours. He’s ignoring Danny’s grumbling like usual.
“These headaches of yours worry me.”
Danny opens his eyes at this. Steve is close—closer than he’d thought. He’s wrapped himself around Danny, and they’re not touching other than where Steve’s hands are still rubbing his shoulders, but he can feel his body heat because Steve is that close.
Steve’s observing Danny, waiting for him to say something about the concern he’d voiced, and Danny is floundering with what to say. He stupidly lands on, “They’re just headaches.”
“You’ve been getting a lot of them.”
“I get them when I’m stressed.”
“You get them less when you sleep over.”
“That’s because I sleep better at your place,” slips out before he can take the words back.
“Why?”
It’s an innocuous question. Why? Why, indeed.
He has his theories. Danny had slept better when he was still married and sharing a bed with Rachel, and he could roll over and cuddle with her, listening to her breathe. He slept worse when alone because he hated being alone. It’d never been a problem until he and Rachel had started having problems, and she’d kicked him to the couch most nights, denying him coldly.
Danny was like a dog that needed a companion or otherwise would tear things apart out of anxiety—he needed another heartbeat to listen to in the night. Sleeping at Steve’s and knowing he was just upstairs or hearing his footsteps when he got up at night to do his patrols around the house that Steve swore he didn’t do but Danny had watched him do every night he’d slept over unless Steve was drugged or concussed… there was a rhythm to those nights. They usually watched a movie after dinner or a game and sat too close on the couch because Danny was too tactile, and Steve seemed to crave touch as much as Danny needed to give it.
Confessing this to Steve, however, was probably not in Danny’s best interest. Knowing Steve, he’d have Danny moved in by the end of the week, and Danny needed just a little bit of space for when Steve would inevitably find either another woman or Cath would finally wander back his way.
Danny didn’t need a front-row seat to Steve choosing a leggy brunette or blonde over him. He was already going to be too close, and it would hurt when it finally happened. If Steve is talking to Cath, then… she will probably come back at some point. Danny hadn’t known they’d still been talking after she left him in Afghanistan a year ago to go chasing after missing villagers and hadn’t wanted Steve’s help.
#wip wednesday#family familia ‘ohana#first draft#navy seal evan buckley#kidnapped eddie diaz#buddie#Mcdanno#911/hawaii 5 0 crossover#borrowed swat characters
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I’ve always wanted to see the Camp Nou, it’s one of my fav stadiums and even if it’s not finished it was pure magic anyway
I was there just for 3 days but I’m definitely coming back (also because I’ve promised to the guy that works in a pub near the camp nou that I’ll bring the scarf of my team to them to add it to their collection lol)
and the last day I’ve walked from the appartament (that was on the rambla, next time I’ll choose another location) to Parc Guell💀 I was dying cuz I lowkey refused to take too much the taxi, it was really a mess + I was feeling really guilty for all the tourist critics from the locals, I definitely get why y’all are so mad, some tourists are crazy and very disrespectful (sadly one of my “friends” that were with me, is exactly that kind of person and at some point I’ve left them behind because I couldn’t stand them, they literally sat down on the sidewalk OF THE SAGRADA FAMILIA FOR TAKING PICTURES OF THEMSELVES I was speechless LIKE WTF ARE YOU DOING 😭 I wonder why all the countries says that italians are the worst, look at that
but anyway, apart from dickheads, I’ve literally had the best time of my life and while I was walking back to the apartment from parc guell I found myself in the middle of the pride😭 what a blessing omg I was so excited, I’ve been only to my local pride before so I was very very happy
It is pure magic. It has its own energy, doesn’t it?
3 days is a good length and if you’re going back then you can do the things you missed, if you did, and you can do the things you really liked all over again. You said you’d bring him your team scarf? I love that!
Oh La Rambla, that is quite the choice…..
That walk is ridiculous long. Did you walk up all the stairs to get there or was the escalator finished? Some tourists can be annoying, no offense to your friend. You really just have to be mindful sometimes. You’re Italian? If it makes you feel any better I haven’t heard that about Italians.
You did? That’s a fantastic surprise!
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