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[harrysfolklore]

we need a fic about carlos’ win and piastri sisters’ reaction to it

THE LITTLE BITCH WON 🥺 ahhh im so happy for carlos, i had to write this ! i hope yo like thisss

READ LITTLE BITCH HERE

The Mexico City sunrise painted the sky as you and Carlos made your way to the track. He'd been unusually quiet during breakfast, that focused energy already building.

"Nervous?" you asked, squeezing his hand as your driver navigated through the early morning traffic.

"No," he said automatically, then caught your knowing look. "Maybe a little. Starting from pole here… the run to Turn 1 is so long."

"You've got this," you brought his hand to your lips.

"Max will be aggressive-"

"And you'll handle it," you cut him off. "Like the little bitch you are."

That broke his tension, making him laugh. "How do you always do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make me feel better by insulting me."

"It's a gift," you grinned. "Now stop overthinking and kiss me before we get to the track and you go all serious racing driver on me."

He obliged, one hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you close. The kiss was deep and slow, full of everything he wasn't saying.

When you pulled back, his brown eyes locked into yours, a soft edge on them that made you melt.

It was hard to think that those same eyes glared you across the paddock once and now you were about to complete five months of being his girlfriend.

When you arrived at Ferrari, Reyes and Carlos Sr. were already there. Reyes pulled you into a warm hug while Carlos got swept up in pre-race preparations.

"My girl," she kissed both your cheeks. "You look beautiful today."

"Thank you, Reyes," you said, squeezing her hands before your eyes unconsciously drifted to the McLaren area.

"You're going to check on your brother?" she asked knowingly.

"Am I that predictable?"

"No, mi amor. Just a good sister."

You couldn't help but smile at that. Over the months you've slowly learned to not feel like you needed to choose between Carlos and Oscar, it was a slow process but their support made it easier.

You found Carlos doing his final preparations. "I'm going to check on Osc for a bit.”

He nodded, already half in race mode. "Tell him I said he's got this. The McLaren's race pace looked good."

"I will," you kissed his cheek. "See you on the podium, little bitch."

His engineer snorted, trying to cover it with a cough.

The walk to McLaren was filled with nervous energy. Early fans were already filling the grandstands, the atmosphere electric with anticipation.

The McLaren garage was quieter than Ferrari, the mood still heavy from yesterday's qualifying. You found Oscar in his driver room, staring intently at track maps.

"Brought you coffee," you held out his favorite pre-race drink. "And Carlos says your race pace looked good."

"Thanks," he took the cup but didn't meet your eyes. "For both."

You sat beside him, studying his face. "Talk to me, Osc. What's really going on?"

He was quiet for so long you thought he might not answer.

"I just..." he set down the coffee, running both hands through his hair. "Sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough for this. Like everyone made a mistake choosing me."

Your heart broke. "Oscar..."

"And I know it's stupid. I know I've earned my place here, but days like yesterday... it just brings all those doubts back."

"Look at me," you waited until he met your eyes. "Do you remember when you were ten, and you came home crying because some kid said you'd never make it to F1?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "And you made him eat dirt at school the next day."

"Exactly. And what did I tell you then?"

"That I was meant for this," his voice softened. "That you could see it in the way I drove, even in karts."

"And has that changed?"

"No, but-"

"No buts," you took his hands. "You're exactly where you're supposed to be, Oscar Piastri. Bad qualifyings don't change that. Bad races don't change that. You're my little brother, and I've never been wrong about you."

He squeezed your hands. "How do you always know what to say?"

"Big sister superpower," you kissed his forehead. "Now drink your coffee and show them what you can do from P17.”

“Thank you, sister,” he squeezed your shoulder, “Now go back to your man, he’s driving like a beast this weekend.”

When you returned to Ferrari, the pre-race energy was at its peak. Carlos was in his final preparations, but his eyes found yours immediately.

"Oscar okay?" he mouthed.

You nodded, giving him a thumbs up. Another side effect of your relationship was that Oscar and Carlos became closer than ever. Oscar looked up to him and Carlos grew so fond of him that he cared about him like an older brother.

It was something not even in your wildest dreams would make sense a year ago. But right now felt like the perfect dynamic.

The garage began clearing for the grid walk. Carlos pulled you aside quickly.

"Para suerte," he murmured, kissing you deeply.

"Little bitch," you whispered against his lips. "Go win this thing."

Reyes and Carlos Sr. were waiting in the garage, both greeting you with warm hugs as you settled in to watch the start.

"Nervous?" Reyes asked, taking your hand.

"Always," you admitted. "For both of them."

The formation lap began, your heart pounding as you watched Carlos lead the field around. The ambient temperature was rising, making tire management crucial.

"He's got this," Carlos Sr. said confidently. "Look how smooth his formation lap is."

The garage fell silent as five red lights appeared above the start line. Your hand found Reyes', both of you holding your breath. The Mexican heat was stifling, but you barely noticed, every nerve focused on the Ferrari at the front of the grid.

"Vamos, hijo," Carlos Sr. whispered, his usual composed demeanor cracking with nervous energy.

The lights went out, and twenty cars launched forward into the long run to Turn 1. Carlos got a perfect start, but Max's Red Bull was immediately in his slipstream, the blue car looming in Carlos's mirrors. Side by side they went into the first corner, neither giving an inch.

"Come on, come on," you whispered, unconsciously leaning forward.

Carlos held firm on the inside line, forcing Max to take the longer way around. Through Turn 2, the Ferrari emerged still leading, and the garage erupted. Engineers who usually maintained professional calm were jumping up and down.

"Tranquila, mi amor," Reyes squeezed your hand. "Look how controlled he is."

The pit stop window approached, tension ratcheting up. Ferrari brought Charles in first, the stop clean but nerve-wracking.

"Pushing too hard on those tires," Carlos Sr. observed as Carlos finally pitted.

When Carlos crossed the finish line first, the garage exploded. You hugged Reyes, both of you crying and laughing. Carlos Sr. wrapped you both in a bear hug, his usual composure forgotten as he shouted "¡Vamos!" repeatedly.

Through happy tears, you saw Carlos pump his fist as he drove past, and you couldn't be happier for him.

The podium ceremony felt eternal. When they finally played the Spanish anthem, you saw Carlos's eyes glistening as he sang along. He caught your gaze in the crowd and winked, making your heart flutter just like it did that first time you saw him win in Australia.

Back then, you tried to play it cool, like you didn't care that he won. But right now the story was completely different.

After the ceremonies and media obligations, Carlos finally made it back to the team. He lifted you off your feet the moment he saw you, spinning you around as you laughed.

"Mi amor," he breathed against your lips before kissing you deeply.

"My champion," you whispered back. "My little bitch."

He laughed, pressing his forehead to yours. "Only yours."

Carlos received hugs, cheers and champagne showers from friends, team members and family. After taking some photos and watching him complete more interviews, it was time to head out and celebrate.

"I'm going to check on Oscar one more time," you told Carlos, as you walked through the paddock.

"Tell him to come to dinner," Carlos said. "He drove well today, P8 from P17."

You found Oscar in the McLaren garage, already changed and packing up.

"Hey champ," you smiled. "Coming to dinner with us?"

He gave you a small smile back. "Think I'll pass tonight. Bit tired, and…" he paused. "Just want some quiet, you know?"

You studied his face. "You sure? Carlos specifically asked for you to come."

"I know, and tell him thanks," Oscar squeezed your hand. "But you guys should celebrate properly. I'm good, really. Just going to order room service and study the race data."

You pulled him into a hug. "You drove amazingly today. P8 from P17 is no joke."

"Thanks, sis," he hugged you back tight. "Go celebrate with your winner. Just... maybe not too loudly in the hotel? The walls are thin."

"OSCAR!"

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ynpiastri MY LITTLE CHAMPION BITCH 🥲🥲 i’m SO proud of you mi amor, we all are. one more win this season showing everyone the talented driver that you are. the best is yet to come ❤️

also beyond proud of my baby brother as always, your determination and ability to push through every setback never ceases to amaze me. chin up, i know you got this

oh and lando got p2 i guess

GRACIAS MEXICO CITY 😩

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username1 AHHHH

username2 SIMP PIASTRI

username3 this is still wild to me they used to hate each other’s guts

scuderiaferarri ❤️

username4 this is wild bc she hated him when he won in australia 😭

nicolepiastri Congrats Carlos! Come visit and bring embarrassing stories of my daughter please

↳ ynpiastri MUM😩

↳ username1 she’s an icon

reyesvdec Te amamos ❤️

↳ username2 the sainz love her so much i could cry

username5 HELP THE LINE ABOUT LANDO 😭

oscarpiastri Love you sis. Congrats to Carlos ❤️

↳ carlossainz55 Thank you brother

↳ username2 this would send 2023 me into a coma

↳ username3 THIS PLOT TWIST

carlossainz55 Te amo

At the restaurant, Lando was the only driver who joined your celebration with the Sainz family. He fit right in, making everyone laugh with stories about Carlos.

"You know," Lando said, taking a sip of wine, "I used to be Reyes and Carlos Sr.'s favorite adopted son."

"Used to be?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, then you came along with your whole enemies-to-lovers storyline and stole my spot," he pouted dramatically. "Now I'm like the forgotten middle child."

"Ay, Lando," Reyes laughed, reaching over to pat his cheek. "You're still our favorite British son."

"Small comfort when YN gets all the good Spanish mom cooking," Lando grumbled good-naturedly.

After dinner, it was time for the party celebrating Carlos' win. He claimed that he didn't want to drink much, but that went out the window when his friends lifted him up as 'Smooth Operator' played.

"SMOOTH OPERATOOOOR!" they sang terribly off-key. Carlos was laughing, one hand clutching his drink, the other reaching for you.

"Join me up here, mi amor!"

"Absolutely not," you called back, but you were laughing too.

Hours later, the celebrations were winding down. You stood outside waiting for your car, Carlos' arms wrapped around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. The Mexico City air was cooler now, but his warmth kept you comfortable.

"I still can't believe it," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck. "Second win this season."

You turned in his arms to face him, taking in his slightly flushed cheeks and bright eyes. The victory high was still there, mixed with the pleasant buzz from the celebrations.

"You know what's different this time?" you asked, playing with the collar of his shirt.

"Hmm?"

"I don't have to pretend I'm not happy for you," you smiled, remembering Australia. "Don't have to hide how proud I am."

His eyes softened as he pulled you closer. "You were terrible at hiding it even then."

"I was not!"

"Mi amor," he laughed, pressing his forehead to yours. "You called me 'little bitch' with way too much affection."

"That was pure hatred," you protested weakly.

"Sure it was," he grinned. "Just like when you stared at me during the podium ceremony."

"I was plotting your demise."

"With heart eyes?"

"Shut up," you buried your face in his chest, feeling it rumble with laughter.

"Never," he kissed the top of your head. "I love reminding you how bad you were at hating me."

"I'm starting to hate you again right now."

"No you're not," he tilted your chin up, eyes twinkling. "You love me."

Before you could retort, the car pulled up. As you settled into the backseat, Carlos pulled you close again.

"For the record," he whispered in your ear, "I was terrible at pretending too. Ask Charles - he said I talked about you constantly."

"To complain?"

"That's what I told myself," he smiled against your hair. "But I think everyone knew better."

You intertwined your fingers with his, watching the city lights blur past. "We were kind of idiots, weren't we?"

"The biggest," he agreed. "But we figured it out eventually."

"Yeah," you turned to kiss him softly. "We did."

[bamsywrites]

And Comes Dawn pt 9

Pairing: sauron/halbrand x reader, isildur x reader, sauron/halbrand x reader

Word count: 2k.

Summary: dudes just gotta stop deceiving people.

Tags: angst, insecurities, isil being a Good Dude, Galadriel and the reader still hate each other

Notes: I'm very tired (two sick kiddos will do that to a mom) and not too happy with this one. But it's a filler part. As always love yall and the feedback

You stood in silence as Halbrand left. His revelation of his past with his father and uncle had broken your resolve in your anger towards him. Confusion still sat in your chest and itched the back of your mind, but you had forgiven him. He seemed so passionate in his intention to earn you, but you had no idea what he meant by that. His deeds had already shown his character. He had saved you so many times it would be useless to count. You could only wonder what had plagued him so that he felt he still felt as if he was too tainted for you.

You thought this over, getting lost in your thoughts and thoughts of what had transpired the night before. You had never felt anything like that. Sure, you'd had desires that crossed your mind late at night. You’d had a rather large crush on one of the local farm hands, and he had entered your dreams many times. However, nothing compared to the heat that burned through you at Halbrands touch, the gruff sound of his voice, the feel of his hot breath. You had to close your eyes, and your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you willed the thoughts that filled your mind to go away.

Soon, though, you found yourself wishing for the sound of the waves and smell of the ocean air, so you made the venture outside the inn. You watched the hustle and bustle of the locals, the sound of children's laughter. You never wanted to leave this place. It was so different from your home.

The sound of your name being called made you stand straight and tall. Soon, Isildur was running up to you, breathing heavily. “I don’t have much time, I have to be at the beach in…well, very soon,” He looked at you with a smile, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I came here to apologize for making a scene and for putting your honor to question. That was never my intention, and if you wanted to, I would completely understand if you wanted to slap me in the face a time or two. I have more than earned that.”

You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head, “I don’t think that will be needed.”

He laughed, “I am relieved, I was not looking forward to explaining that black eye to my father.”

His smile faltered for a moment as he searched for words, “If your heart belongs to another, I hope you know that I would find contentment in your friendship as well. Perhaps it would not be my first choice, but being your friend would be an honor beyond measure.”

You nodded, reaching out and squeezing his hand, “I would be content with that too. I hope that I did not lead you to believe there was more.”

Isildur shook his head, “You did not. You are simply beautiful and kind and funny, and I am but a man. I still would like to show you more of my city's culture. There is a massive library and halls of art and food better than what we were treated to last night. That is, if you are indeed interested in that.”

“Of course,” you grinned, excitement bubbling in your belly.

“Yes? Yes! Well, then I shall see you later this evening? Right before sun down. I’ll meet you here?”

You nodded, your lips parted to answer when you heard one of his friends call his name, and he simply smiled at you before running off. You remembered what Halbrand said. He wanted you to have friends, and so you would. Isildur was kind. He was respectful, and you had no reason not to trust him.

~

“Where is Halbrand?”

You looked from your lunch of rice and fish, your spirits dropping at the sound of the elf's voice. You had avoided her as best as you could, and it had been successful for the most part. You knew she hated you, and while you did your best to understand her hatred, there was part of you that blamed elves as well. If it weren’t for them, your mother would still be alive, and you’d have the baby sibling you had been so excited for. But you knew it was unfair to blame Galadriel for that. You just wish she would understand the same for you.

“Where is Halbrand?” She repeated, sounding annoyed. You noticed that in her hand, she held what appeared to be a scroll.

“I do not know. I have not seen him since this morning.”

“Did he give you any idea to where he was going?”

You shook your head, turning back to your food. You did not want this conversation to last longer than it needed to.

“You seem rather content to sit and do nothing, to feast on the food of a people who have earned prosperity. I seek to fix the wound your ancestors and your family caused. Do you not seek redemption?”

You stared at the rice on your plate, your expression hardening as you tried to keep your tongue. A fight would solve nothing. You knew she was hurting as were you but the smugness in which she carried herself, the arrogance that radiated from her, it was fueling an anger in you.

“I have committed no crime to be redeemed for.” You spoke softly, not bothering to look up at her.

“Do you not feel guilty for the 37 elven souls your father, brother, and uncle took. Are they not worth redemption? Are they not worth trying to right your fathers wrongs?”

“And what of the families in the Southlands that your kind oppresses for a sin none of us committed. Crops die, money is scarce and yet we have to give a portion to the great elves who want not for food or medicine.”

“It is a reminder…”

“A reminder that to elves, we will always be less than. You act as if the Numenorians were bestowed greatness by your kind as if man can not achieve that on his own. You act as if children are responsible for the sins of their fathers as if the elves have committed none.”

“You speak of which you know little,” Your raised voices were beginning to draw a crowd. “Do you feel no guilt or remorse for what was done?”

“I feel remorse every day. Do you forget I was a child? Do you feel no remorse for your people making me watch as your people executed my only family.”

“It was what had to be done.” She replied, coldly staring you down.

“You are but a petulant child. Your callousness and arrogance will leave you without friend or affection, and I can not imagine what a lonely existence that will be for someone who does not die.” You stood up and pushed past her, walking fast to escape the eyes following you.

`

It was after Isildur took you to the grand library and to get dinner that you had learned of Halbrands fate from the whispers of locals as you walked past. You had enjoyed your time, feeling a true bond of friendship between the two of you. You were falling more and more in love with this island and hoped upon hope that you would be able to stay here. There was nothing for you at home. Orcs had burned down the only home you knew, but this seemed so far away from that. As if evil could not touch it.

Halbrand wasn’t evil, but he may be ruining your chances of being here with his antics. You had come to the realization that wherever you went, he was likely to follow. It was a strange sentiment to have in such a short time, but you knew you’d follow him too. No matter where his temper might land him. It was for this reason you had found some food and skin of wine and were down to the dungeons.

It seemed you weren’t the only visitor he had. You heard the elves' voice before you saw her and waited in the shadows, listening to the conversation unseen. Perhaps you shouldn’t but your curiosity got the better of you. A dispute about a woman? You could tell from the way he was speaking that it was about her.

Of course it was.

You wanted greatly to believe all that he had told you that morning, that he had shared something personal with you and that was a sign of how he trusted you but here he was so freely telling her of his past. The heir to the throne of the Southlands, how his ancestor was who swore a blood oath to Morgoth. All of those had been lacking from the story he had told you. You didn’t think him a liar, but you didn’t know what to think as it seemed he so easily opened himself up to the elf.

You heard as the elf mentioned fate bringing them together, of him going to Middle Earth with her, and he did not argue against any of it. If his intentions were truly with you, why then did he not make that known to her? You were able to see his expression as she ascended the stairs. He watched after her as if she was some grand prize with a twinkle to his eyes and a smirk playing at his lips. She was a prize, you supposed, she was an elf. Truly unattainable, with beauty that men merely dreamed of finding. She was mysterious and strong.

And what were you?

You had nothing to your name. Your only talent was in what your mother and the family kept you as a ward taught you - healing and gardening. You didn’t suppose you were all that beautiful. No one had attempted to court you. You were not mysterious or battle hardened or the daughter of a noble bloodline.

You were just you.

Of course, she would be the prize.

Quietly, you slipped from the shadows and made your way to where Halbrand stood. You saw his smile, and perhaps if you hadn’t been so caught in your insecurities you’d see how he looked at you as if you were the dawn itself. But his smile faded slightly when he saw your face.

“Sweet one?” His hands reached through the bars for your hand, which you simply pulled away from him. His brows furrowed in confusion.

“I brought this for you,” You slipped him the cloth full of bread, fish, fruits, and cheese along with the skin full of wine.

His eyes never left yours, sitting it all behind him on the bench as your eyes looked at the ground. “Will you not look at me? Are you upset about this? It was simply a…”

“Dispute about a woman,” you repeated his words back to him. You saw his expression shift. He knew you heard his conversation.

“Sweet one…” He started.

“I could find contentment in a friendship with you. That would be an honor,” Your words echoed what you were told mere hours before.

“Friendship?” He laughed softly in disbelief, looking at you as if you grew two heads, “I told you of my intentions, and I meant it.”

“I do not know if you did. I do not know if you know what it is you want. I do not want to fight in a competition with the elf when I know I would lose it.”

“What are you talking about?” He breathed the words out.

“I see how it is you look at her. I hear how you two talk. I am not stupid enough to think that you do not want for her as she does for you. In talks of what your future holds, you never mentioned me.”

He scoffed, “You are reading too much into it.”

“I do not think that I am.”

“Do not reduce this to mere friendship. Please, sweet one.” He looked at you as if his heart was breaking, his eyes frantically searching your face for an answer.

“I need to go,” you backed away from the cell.

His fingers reached for you, but you pulled away, “Please, sweet one, please do not go when I can not follow.”

You spoke no more words, turning on your heels and wiping at the hot tears that were spilling from your eyes. You ignored the desperate calls of your name as you ascended the stairs. The only thing you could see was the way his face lit up when he saw Galadriel.

[majinbangus]

What happens when soap's on again and off again gf finds out he got someone else pregnant? And do you think she would try to keep him from his children and reader?

Also I hope Soap tells his mom and she chews him out for not being better to reader 😭 (I also want Soap's mom know already that she's going to be a grandma to twins and just kept it from Johnny for reader's health too.)

i struggled with this one, but it turned out hopeful in the end i hope its good

"What're you doing here?"

You don't know what hurts more: the way he said that as if he doesn't want you there (which he probably doesn't; you don't want to be there, either, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less), or the apprehensive look he doesn't bother masking. He's never really been one to hide his emotions, but would it have killed him to pretend to be on amicable terms with you for at least a couple of hours? Dumbass.

"I'm doing great, MacTavish, thanks for asking." You go for an overly friendly inflection, but anyone listening in would be able to hear the biting undertone in your sarcasm. "How have you been? Wonderful, you say? That's absolutely grand. Glad to hear it. Truly, thank you for taking the time to welcome me into your home."

You attempt a smile, but from the way Soap's expression pinches at it, it more than likely comes off as a poorly veiled scowl. You can't bring yourself to care. You're more focused on keeping yourself from breaking down, rubbing your hand almost obsessively over your belly, trying to calm yourself with the soothing motion. Soap looks down at it, face flashing with something. You're tempted to call it regret. Whether that's for knocking you up or for hurting you just now or something else entirely, you have no clue. He clenches his fists.

"... Does my family know that you're... that I'm..?"

That's what he's concerned about? Fucking prick. You're half-tempted to announce it to his whole family now. You didn't even want to be at his family gathering in the first place, but Mrs. MacTavish insisted, and you adore his mother (so much so that you’re afraid of her, too). It's been months since you last saw all the MacTavishes in person (for obvious reasons), and you know if you refused another invitation, the woman, though getting up there in age, would've dragged you to the party herself.

You rub your belly a tad faster, and his eyes dart down to the anxious movement again. "No, MacTavish, your family does not know you got me pregnant, so you can stop worrying. I... wasn't planning on telling them. Not now, at least. Or ever. I don’t know. I’m still thinking about stuff."

Perhaps it's the right call, perhaps not (it most likely isn’t), but the tension that visibly leaks out of his body offends you. 

"That's... probably for the best,” He exhales slowly.

“For you or for me?” You snark and he at least has the decency to wince.

“Hen… Princess–”

“Don’t call me that.” You curl your lips at him, teeth bared. A bitter kind of hurt grinds within your chest. He only called you that once before. For one night. It meant nothing to him, but everything to you. “Don’t pretend to care; you never called back to talk like we agreed. You’re such a prick, MacTavish.” 

“You never reached out, either,” He shoots back with a defensive frown that doesn’t feel justified. “And I have a reason for not calling back earlier…”

“Was that reason your girlfriend?”

His silence is telling.

You scoff with a derisive laugh. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Hey, it’s not like that,” He tries to protest, but you remain staunch in your acrimony. 

“Sure, it’s not.” You roll your eyes. “If it isn’t anything else, then what is it?”

“We,” Soap hesitates, breaking eye contact to focus on where your hand is on your stomach. He swallows, rephrasing himself. “After our phone call, I brought up what happened between us… Tried to explain what happened… Communicate with her since that was always a problem we had.”

“And?” You prompt after he falls silent for a few seconds, though you think you can predict where this story is going.

“She didn’t take it well.” He continues, “We’ve been fighting about it. Trying to come to a compromise, but she’d rather I cut contact with you.”

“You… don’t want that?” You smother any bit of hope you feel. You have to.

He doesn’t answer the question verbally, merely shaking his head. It doesn’t feel like a good enough response, but you can’t push him on it because then he’s talking again. “We’re not wanting the same things. Every conversation about it–” about you “–turns into an argument, and we’ve decided to…”

“Go on a break?” You fill in, but he shakes his head again, avoiding your gaze.

“I think it’s permanent this time.”

Oh. That’s… skeptical. After years of watching them go back and forth, it’s hard to believe the permanence of their breakup. You wouldn’t be surprised if that changed as soon as next week, or even tomorrow. But maybe it’s true this time. Maybe they won’t reconcile. If that’s the case, you are glad he’ll be out of such an exhausting relationship, but you won’t let yourself believe he’ll develop feelings for you. 

“I’m sorry,” You offer instead and Soap chuckles humorlessly.

“Do you mean that?”

“I don’t, but I know she was important to you.” Probably still is, but you won’t dwell on that. “I’m still upset with you, though.”

He chuckles again, a little more genuinely this time. It’s almost enough to make you smile. Almost. “Aye, I know. I deserve it.”

“You do.” And maybe a slap. A cathartic slap. Perhaps not for him, but it might do you good. “And you’re still a prick, but now that you’re not… occupied… Can we figure everything out?”

It’s small, but you can’t help that spark of hope that blooms in your chest at the soft smile he gives you.

“I’d like nothing more, Princess.”

(His mother heard the whole thing. She’ll discuss it later with the both of you. But for now, she’ll stay out of it and let you two work it out before getting involved. She just hopes her idiot son doesn’t mess things up with you. 

She much rather prefers you over his ex, after all.)

[beomiracles]

impact play. because you requested. with hueningkai !!!

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

DAY 30 : HUENINGKAI + IMPACT PLAY — “This”, he says, thumb pressing against your clit as his index and middle finger moves diligently, “this is mine.”

Impact play is an umbrella term for all things sexual involving hitting or being hit with an object in a safe and consensual way.

pairings hueningkai x fem!reader warnings hard dom!kai (and I mean it he's actually foul in this), impact play, hitting, slapping, bruising, marking, pussy slapping, reader gets called stupid and mutt, prey/predator dynamics, unprotected sex, fingering, I don't know how it spiraled this bad..

#serene adds ✎ not my most cheerful fic :3

EVENT POST

Your thighs tremble, they’re red and bruised, the outcome of the several strikes they had endured. But Kai seems far from finished, a cruel and almost sinister smirk playing on his lips as he watches you squirm on the large mattress, stripped of any blankets. — “Come on, you can do better than that..” In the dim light of your bedroom, he looks almost predatorial, like a big wolf, stalking down its prey. 

The prey would be no less than you, a frightened bunny that had gotten too far from home. And now she was paying the consequences for it. But Kai had caught you long ago, now he was just toying with his food, before devouring it whole. — You don’t reply, merely whimpering as you shake your head. Kai’s expression quickly turns bitter and before you know it, he’s got his fingers wrapped around your ankle, pulling you down the bed. 

With a high-pitched shriek, you come face to face with him, eyes wide and your body shaking. “Don’t you think I'd find out?” His voice comes out a mere breath, slapping you across the face and your eyes screw shut. “I don’t know what you mean…” You manage to squeak, but that was a lie, and he knew it too. 

The fifth hit strikes your bare cunt, making you whine as your hips buck into the contrastingly cool air. Kai’s large hand presses you flat against the mattress, an annoyed grunt passing his lips. “Stupid mutt, think I wouldn’t be able to tell”, he jeers, his free hand sliding down your quivering thighs. 

You cry out when he without warning pushes two fingers inside your throbbing core. “This”, he says, thumb pressing against your clit as his index and middle finger moves diligently, “this is mine.” — “It was never yours, and it still isn’t.” The statement is cold, and Kai’s face holds little emotion as his dark eyes linger by the way your dripping cunt engulfs his fingers. 

“You understand that right?” He then asks, and he sounds like he’s talking to a child, a dumb and stupid nobody. You nod, biting your bottom lip as you fight back the tears pooling in your eyes. It’s not enough for him, it never is. — His hand comes down sharp across your face, and you feel yourself clench around his hand, a soft involuntary moan ripping from your throat. “Do you understand?” He repeats, forcing an answer out of you.

“Y-Yes…I do.” 

He’s already making quick work of his belt, the clanky metal of its lock filling the bedroom. The hand between your legs withdraws and you swallow down a pathetic whine at the loss of him. “You understand that you’re not allowed to touch what’s mine, do you?” Kai says as he sits back on his knees, one hand on his hard cock and the other pushing his hair from his face. 

Without even hesitating you nod. “Yes.. Yes I understand”, you murmur, eyes trained to the way he strokes himself in front of you. Merely rolling his eyes, Kai aligns himself with your fluttering cunt. “The next time I catch you touching yourself without my permission, I won’t be this nice about it.” — With that he buries himself between your legs with one harsh thrust. 

You whimper at the overwhelmingly full sensation, thighs twitching as they instinctively move to wrap around his waist. Kai’s hand grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back as he exposes the delicate curve of your neck. Your skin is already littered in blues and reds, all from him, it’s like a permanent accessory, and Kai would be an idiot not to pamper you with a few extra marks. 

He groans as he feels you clench around him, an immediate response to the way his teeth grazes over your already bruised skin. — “God, you’re so stupid”, he drawls, the insult only makes you throb even harder, your eyes permanently screwed shut at this point. “See if you only followed the simple rules I set up, then you wouldn’t have to get punished like this.” He sighs, hands trailing over your bruised thighs and hips. 

“Look at you”, he tsks, gaze trailing over your beaten body. “Who will love you like this?” He shakes his head, and you crack an eye open to follow the movement of his fingers. Your stomach draws into knots, whether that was from your pending orgasm or the way he was speaking to you, you didn’t know. — “It’s okay”, he coos, his lips catching the tears that spilled down your cheeks as he kissed them away. 

You almost want to sob when his fingers brush against your fluttering clit, pressing down hard enough for you to tip over the edge. Kai kisses all over your face, thrusting in and out of you with a surprisingly gentle pace as he helps you ride out your high. — Only when your vision clears again, and the tingle of your stomach slowly subsides, do you catch the menacing darkness lingering behind his eyes. 

His head falls to the side, lips twitching into a cruel smirk as he says: “Did I tell you you could cum?” The question sends an icy shiver down your spine and your lips part, an apology ready on your tongue. But Kai only shakes his head, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“It’s okay”, he whispers against your hot skin, “You know I’m the only one who could love you like this.” 

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Chapter snippet

((they're sitting down at the edge of the forest near Banquo))

“Are the towers always lit like that?” asked the star’s voice as she heard him move. 

“Only when storms are approaching,” she replied, somewhat surprised to see them all burning so brightly together tonight but as she said, it was to be expected given the possible storm that loomed on the horizon. 

“Hmm,” the star hummed thoughtfully as she heard the breaking of branches. “It’s almost like they’re arranged in a pattern of some sort,” the star spoke as he thoughtfully glanced at the flickering towers.

“They probably are,” Asha sighed. “Seeing as how Lord Vitrius was around when he and the astronomers named the place, I wouldn’t be too surprised if someone like him with a cartographic background had a hand in designing certain landmarks like this….”

“You know about Tau Vitreus?”

“A little bit,” she confessed. “Yesterday the prince had given me his manuscripts that he’d obtained while in exile. He thought there was something more to them than what met the eye, given how hard Vitrius had tried to destroy them before he died. I did some digging about him in the library and ended up stumbling across his journal….I couldn’t find much on the manuscripts, but I know that he was my father’s master, and he wanted him to find something before he suspiciously departed Rosas.”

“And have you found it?”

“Found what?”

“The thing that the prince wanted you to decipher?”

“Ha! How could I when he doesn’t even trust me enough to fully transparent with me? He must’ve been insanely desperate to have gotten me involved in the first place given how he couldn’t even be bothered to bring me back any sort of gift! And I mean, I know it sounds insanely entitled given the circumstances and what he went through, but I can’t help but feel as if the prince himself never really placed any true meaningful value or thought into our friendship… come to think of it, maybe none of them ever did…”

“Even Dahlia?”

“Yes? No? “Uh, I don’t know!” ” she scowled as she drew her knees to her chest.

She’d let the conversation lapse into silence as her eyes had remained solely focused on the distant lights of Banquo. The city looked lively tonight, probably with last-minute preparations for the fair tomorrow she thought.

A distraction had been what the star had called this nightly venture. But the cool night breeze had done nothing to soothe her aching mind as she’d constantly tended to the stray tears that escaped her every so often. 

“Asha?” Came Cepheus’s voice. “Are you feeling better?”

Yes, she could already feel the words forming on the tip of her tongue as they’d done so many times in the past. I’m fine. Everything is fine. Everything was always fine, wasn’t it?

So why couldn’t she put herself back together? 

Even in the worst of times, she’d always been able to pick herself up and put the pieces of her heart back together. Maybe her fixed heart had never quite perfectly resembled what it had been before, but at least it had looked similar to a heart, or what she’d thought had been acceptable enough to pass for one even with all its cracks and fractures.

But this time, she wasn’t quite sure what it would look like if she’d ever been able to put it back together…nor was she certain that it would ever be good enough….

Nothing was ever good enough…

 Not her, and not her heart….

“I…I’m sorry, she sobbed and feebly wiped her tears. “I know you’re trying to help me, and I really appreciate it, I just….I don’t think I’ll ever feel better…I don’t know how,” she confessed, staring at her lap as the tears began to blur her vision. “I don’t know anything…not about my family, my home, and or even myself…”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

She shook her head, unable to give voice to the strange yet selfish desire that had begun to eat away at her. She didn’t know why she would feel that way over a boy, a being she’d only known for a few days… but she had a sinking suspicion that it had been because of the way things had been going.

In the past few days, Her life had undeniably fallen apart and with every crack and rupture that had appeared, she’d only had one person or place to turn to.

She shook, trying to ignore how cold the passing breeze felt as she tightly tugged at her tear-stained skirts.

She wasn’t sure how long they’d sat there in silence before he’d suddenly stood up. She’d nearly been about to ask him what was wrong when he quickly unfastened his cape. Promptly removing it from his shoulders before gently placing it on hers.

The warmth immediately enveloped her as she watched the star re-took his seat next to her.

Had he just? No, he couldn’t have-?! She thought, staring at the beautiful glowing cape that now adorned her shoulders as the star laughed. 

Had he really just given his cape to her so nonchalantly?! She could scarcely believe it as she took in the sight and feel of the cape, taking note of the cape’s smaller details of constellations and clouds that she’d failed to notice before. 

Calling the cape beautiful was an understatement, she thought, feeling somewhat grateful for the protection it had now put between her and the wind. 

She knew she should’ve said thank you, or at least something to the star who sat beside her, more focused on Banquo than anything else, but as her heart began to race she had no choice but to sink within the cape’s warmth, muttering a garbled thank you that not even the star would be able to understand.

She wasn’t sure how long they’d sat there in silence before he’d spoken again, this time to ask, 

“Asha…Have you ever been to any other countries?”

“No…It’s too expensive…” she confessed, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy she felt as she remembered how frequently the royals and nobles used to travel. “But I’ve always dreamed of going to Corona. For a time I even thought about becoming a diplomat just so I could have an excuse to get a change in scenery…”

“So why didn’t you?”

“I wanted to focus on my father’s work instead…” she confessed, as she stared at the cape’s edges. “it made me feel as if I’d gotten to see a side of him I would have seen if he’d never passed…or what he would’ve wanted me to do if he’d survived…I just can’t believe he wouldn’t have wanted me to be a part of it…I thought if there was anyone who’d always believe in me then it would’ve been him…but now…I’m not even sure anymore.”

“I can’t speak for your father, but maybe his request had come from a place of concern rather than disappointment. Remember he was as much of your father as he was an astronomer, and with the order probably well gone by the point you’d enter into his life, you’d probably taken top priority to him at that point. So thinking of it from a parent's point of view, why would he want you to live The life of an astronomer, one that has never been particularly easy nor 100% safe, even at the height of their power? If something had caused the order to collapse surely he wouldn’t have wanted you to be caught up in it as well…”

“I guess…that does make sense…but what exactly am I supposed to do without his legacy? Everything I’ve endured and put up with was because I always told myself that it was for a greater purpose, that I had a greater purpose! It’s the only reason why I was able to get an apprenticeship in the first place or even get the manuscripts to learn about Tau Vitrius from the prince! It was all because people thought I was destined to follow in my father’s footsteps, and I was fine with that! I could live with that! But now I see that in this world with people like the king and beings like you I have….nothing…for no one…”

“I wouldn’t say that-,”

“Why not?” 

“Well, it’s not like you’ve depleted all your options. You’ve been stuck in the same role for five years…“You know your life is too short to not be expanding your horizons, Asha.”

“Is it?” she asked as she began to pace. “What point is there in moving elsewhere? People from all over love and admire the king and his powers. Once they figure out I’m his useless former apprentice I doubt they’d even bother entertaining an introduction. There’s just no place in this world for me or my inventions.”

“Then why not look elsewhere?”

“Elsewhere?” she stared at him in disbelief. “Cepheus where exactly can I look? The royal family has been all over the world whether it be for creational or job-related affairs, and every time they return they tell me just how much the world appreciates their powers and whatnot. How exactly am I going to compete against that?”

“Maybe you don’t have to compete…Have you ever thought about going to outer space?”

“Outer Space?” she frowned, risking a glance at the star. “Cepheus that’s not possible-,” Her voice trailed off at the teasing expression on her face before she promptly shook her head.

“Fine. Cepheus that’s not practical.”

“Why not?” he frowned. “We’ve taken astronomers up to space before and things were perfectly fine.”

“Astronomers?” she scowled. “I’m sorry you mean the same group of people that my own father didn’t want me to have anything to do with in regarding his past with your kind for best case scenario my safety and worst case, because of my incompetence?”

“Well yeah, but your mother said that he never had an issue with you studying the art of astronomy-,”

“Yes but not the part that actually important part that involved your world remember?”

Cepheus leaned back, his eyes nearly lost in thought as if he’d been contemplating something before he shook his head. “I thought you wanted to help me restore the order? Didn’t you want to be a part of it?”

She had. God knows that for some insane reason, a small part of her had wanted to. But could she take that chance given what she knew now? Knowing that she wasn’t supposed to be a part of his world? “I told you I was a selfish person Cepheus.”

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➸ INTERESTS; - jjk!geto suguru/satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - living within your early twenties, you were working alongside Geto as his protege. As he required extended information on someone who served an important part of his past that he claimed was his enemy, he sends you out to become his personal spy. The only problem was that what the future had in store between you and both men was highly unexpected.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc.2.5k uhh flirting, tension between two parties, love triangle ish, slowburn, mentions of sexual behavior, spying, double agent bla bla, romantic mentions

➸a.i; -eek new theme, also i realized i didnt mention at all but the reader (you) have water technique, basically hydrokinesis. this will also be a series!! not sure how long right now but we're working w the potential bare w me twin

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"Thank you for your assistance today, I'm sure I've gotten the handle of everything now" you stated, swiping the bottom of your skirt before you sat at your desk.

"No problem, thank god I was here with you huh? Would've gotten lost or torn the entire school down, I'm your knight in shining armor beautiful" Gojo teased, you only rolled your eyes in response to his flirting attempt.

It's been like this all week, today was supposed to be your first official week of teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu High School (that had just ended of course), and honestly it was amazing. The students were kind and full of so much potential, your colleagues were respectful and willing to help with anything you needed, most more daring than others. Gojo playing a full-on example of such, but you didn't mind it, you would only laugh it off or brush it off.

You knew better than to give into his snarky comments or flirty compliments, whether by how you were dressed or what you would say to the other staff and students. It wasn't what you were here for regardless of the situation, and it didn't seem sincere.

"He's like that with all the women in and out of here, don't mind him" Ieriri had told you after your second day at work here, you only nodded seeing it was obvious enough. She had also told you to just refer to her as Shoko, which you completely forgot about.

"I'll be taking my leave now, I have plenty of homework to do myself and I'm a damn teacher" you huffed, he only chuckled in response. Yeah, being a teacher was a serious job, but its only your first week here and you've already filed so many papers just to be here, now you had more to attend to personally and academically for your students.

"So early? Didn't you want to stay with me a little longer? You're gonna miss my company." He stated simply, you scoffed in response, smiling at him as you packed your work bag and got out of your seat.

"I'll have all of this work and my bed to keep me busy when I get back home" you joked, smiling to yourself before looking up at Gojo, still leaning by your desk and wall cross armed.

"You should come out with me to eat later on for dinner, my treat" he said, now standing in front of you, his frame blocking you from leaving the room even if you tried. You only looked up at him, looking at his blindfolds, even with them on you could feel his eyes scanning yours, or maybe your face, or your figure.

Whatever it was, you looked away swallowing before declining his invitation. A dinner date was insane, especially at this rate, it was way too early, and you weren't even interested in him. Your mission and reason of being here was more than enough to motivate you into being here.

"You flatter me, but even if you were the last person on earth, I wouldn't be doing anything with you Satoru Gojo." You spoke softly, placing your index finger on his chest to move him slightly aside as you pushed past him walking off.

As you walked off towards the back down the hallway you could feel his eyes on you from behind, taking in each of your steps as the sound of your shoes echoed in the halls. You quickly shut your eyes and shrugged off the feeling, already digging in your pocket for your car keys.

"I'll text you the address if you change your mind!!" He shouted down the hall, you didn't bother responding or even turning around, you just chuckled to yourself and exited the building.

Soon after arriving in your car, you locked your doors and opened your armrest looking for your second phone. As you powered it on and scrolled through your contacts you also started your car, dialing a specific number and placing it on speaker as you drove out of the parking lot into the main road. Of course, as always whenever you call, he answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" you heard the male voice grunt softly; you smiled taking a right turn on the road.

"Hey, I'm stopping by your place, we have some stuff to debrief" you said, looking over at your bag in the passenger side, then back at the road. He only agreed in response and hung up the phone, to which you sighed, and your smile quickly turned into a frown as you continued your drive to your destination.

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You soon made it and began to walk through the alleyway, knocking on a strange door about four times and whispering something discreet before it opened. Faced with another door in front of you, you dug for a black key in your pocket, unlocking the door and twisting the handle walking inside to place your bag on the counter.

"What have you found out so far?" You heard the same voice from earlier ask from behind you, you didn't even bother responding, huffing in annoyance.

"Hello to you too, and I've only been around for a week there's so little I was able to grasp Suguru" you responded flatly, you could practically feel his eyes roll as he sucked his teeth at you. This was getting tired some honestly, and not going in the way you had wanted.

You only took on this job for him, he told you how important it would be to him and the sake of what we were following all for the ‘greater good’ he repeated over and over. You would constantly feed into the bullshit he had given you over and over, just for the sake of your relationship with him. The last thing he could tolerate was being alone, let alone you leaving him, it would’ve sent him over the bridge, again.

The relationship you two shared was somewhat special some would say. You would communicate from time to time and be intimate, very intimate, but it didn’t change the fact you two were drawn to one another. He had always pushed past the idea of labels or calling you his girlfriend or the ideas on proposing and marriage so eventually it died down to the point where neither one of you could do anything about it.

You too had your own issues, you liked your personal freedom, doing your own things having your own space and growing. Commitment is a huge deal, and it honestly felt like spending the entirety of your life with him in the place he called home was signing yourself off.

You were sure on the difference between temporary and permanent and honestly in the long run, temporary sounded like the best solution every time, thankfully enough for you Suguru was open and understanding enough to not hold it against you, respecting your decisions.

The only thing that would constantly throw you over was his way of hiding things from you, like his relationship with Satoru or his past with everyone there, and what he truly wanted from Sukuna and his fingers, it was killing you.

Working for him should at least give you the opportunity to know something, even a little. Have some sort of knowledge so you weren’t walking into your new spying profession blind, but in all honesty, it didn’t seem like he cared.

It seemed like he cared more about his pursuit, revenge, power, whatever it was more than you. Just that alone was making you give him the cold shoulder, he hadn’t even welcomed you the way he used to when you walked in, who does that?

"Cut it with the attitude, now isn't the time." He said, now standing up and making his way over to you, you pursed your lips together as you watched him, turning around into his kitchen and opening his fridge, grabbing a gallon of juice.

"Aside from all of the work I have to do, Itadori has consumed two of the fingers already. Physically I haven't seen any major changes to his body, or any harm, he seems to be taking it very well as if he was made for it." You said, he only hummed in response as his footsteps came to a halt.

He was now behind you in the kitchen, watching your every move. You opened a cupboard door to get a glass cup, just for him to come up behind you pressing against you and grabbing a cup on the higher shelf before you could and placing it down upon the counter in front of you.

"Yeah? And any tabs or leads on where the others are?" He asked smoothly, placing a hand on your waist and pressing you against the counter, making it physically impossible to turn around or leave. The tension thick as your breath hitched, feeling your stomach tighten the same way it does when you're on amusement park rides.

"No, Gojo- well, Satoru asked me to accompany him tonight, I could lean into it and ask if you'd like.” You responded, keeping your head down, he only hummed in response, soon leaning over and bringing you into a full bear hug. You hesitated for a few seconds before hugging his arms back, smiling softly.

“I missed you this week y’know?” He said softly against your shoulder, you giggled at the feeling of his breath tickling your neck. You nodded your head softly as you let him go and he let go of you too, now standing beside you as you poured the juice into the glass cup and put it away in the fridge. Now picking it off the counter and placing it to your lips looking over at Suguru, who looked at you with a raised brow.

“Not using your powers?” He asked with a tone of surprise, you only shook your head and placed the cup down, pointing over to your bag from across the both of you.

“Code of Conduct within the academic protocol of the school. You aren’t supposed to use them for fun or show and tell, only if asked, necessary, or attacked and in need of self-defense. Plus, it isn’t a huge deal it’s just juice.” You responded, taking the up and downing the rest of juice in it. He smiled at you softly, digging in his pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes and removing one, walking over back to where he was seated and grabbed his lighter off the small table.

You pulled your primary 'work' phone from your pocket as Suguru sat back on his couch, going through his phone making a call, placing his cigarette to his lips as he pocketed the pack. He cupped his hand around his cigarette using the lighter to light it, placing his phone by his ear held by his shoulder and taking a small puff of his cigarette. You went through your messages and clicked on 'Annoying Ass Satoru', smiling at the contact name you created for him.

Definitely giving yourself extra points for creativity. You began typing as you heard Suguru mentioning the information you had just given him, as soon as he realized you were picking up on the call he left the room. You only rolled your eyes out of irritation, quick to text Satoru.

[You: Hey, turns out I might pick up on your offer after all since my night is clear and my workload isn't as bad ☻] you sent, before you could even x out of the page or turn your phone off, he immediately started typing in response.

[Annoying Ass Satoru: *hearted your message* I knew you'd change your mind I'm literally irresistible] you smiled at his response, shaking your head and letting out a heavy breath.

[You: As if, don't get too ahead of yourself, what time is it?] you replied, he immediately started typing again.

[Annoying Ass Satoru: Try to be ready around 7? If you want, I could come get you, just send me your address]

[You: Oh no I'll be driving myself, I don't give my address out to strangers 👎, I'll be ready by then]

[Annoying Ass Satoru: Can't get mad at me for being a gentleman. But here's the address XXXX Main Blvd, XXXX ****]

You only hearted the message, quickly grabbing your belongings and heading out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to Suguru.

You quickly left and got to your car, driving off back to your apartment to change into a fresh pair of clothes and refresh your makeup. Soon after you drove off to the address that was sent to you, arriving a little earlier than expected just in case.

Before you could place your phone and belongings in your purse you realized you completely forgot to wear lip gloss, lowering your visor and looking into your mirror. You quickly reached into your bag and applied it, hearing a small knocking on your window making you jump.

You quickly turned around to see-

"Satoru, Jesus." You said, placing a hand over your chest and taking a sigh of relief, closing your visor and placing your lip gloss in your purse. Picking up your keys and getting out of the car, to which Satoru held the door open after you.

You only shook your head at him as he chuckled at your startled reaction, closing your car door behind you as you locked it. He soon escorted you inside of the restaurant and spoke to the front desk about a reservation he had made. You took this time to examine him as you stood from behind him, he was well dressed, his hair wasn't held up by his blindfold now, resting against his ears and the back of his neck.

Wearing black suit pants and a navy-blue button up and sunglasses, and dress shoes. Honestly you had mentioned to him how his eyes are always covered and even questioned him about it, to which his response was 'You'd fall in love with me' making you roll your eyes each time he said the same corny line.

You couldn't lie, he was an attractive man. He didn't have a single decent flaw; he drew crowds and lots of attention wherever he went, and he was powerful. If you hadn't known any better, or maybe crossed paths with him for different reasons other than Suguru's plan, you might've actually fell for him and his flirty remarks.

You were too busy to even think about him that way anyways, you had Suguru to keep you company romantically, and sexually. You were satisfied with him and your relationship with one another after knowing each other for so long. Getting closer to Satoru past a worker basis isn't even possible with your guard up this high.

Snapping you out of your thoughts Satoru reached for your arm as a waitress motioned for you to follow her, you quickly followed after, wrapping your arm over Satoru's then whispering in his ear.

"I'm still trying to wrap my whole head around Itadori and his whole 'situation', can we go over it more when we're seated?" You asked him in a whisper, emphasizing the word 'situation'. He only grinned and shook his head, turning it to the side slightly to your ear.

"Tonight is only about the two of us, all of that stuff can come later. As of right now, I wanna get to know you Y/n L/n" he whispered in return, you froze for a bit and sighed, gritting your teeth as you made your way to the table, fixing your dress before sitting down.

Satoru sat from across you, smiling nearly ear to ear, you only placed your elbow on the table and resting your head in your palm.

Alright so change of plans apparently, you'd have to get to know Satoru past a worker basis in order to know everything he does.

Tonight was going to be a long night.

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✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

[callmebrycelee]

9-1-1 REACTION

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I believe I spoke too soon!!! Last week, I said the episode "No Place Like Home" was one of the strongest episodes in a very long time. While I do agree with that sentiment, I think this past week's episode is even better! But hey! I'm getting ahead of myself! Let me start over. This reaction is for the season 8, fifth episode "Masks" which originally aired October 24, 2024. The episode was written by Taylor Wong and directed by Christine Khalafian. Spoilers ahead!

It's been a long time since I've been this enchanted by an episode which is funny to say considering how much I gushed over the last episode. This episode was just so ... perfect! It was the perfect mix of comedy and drama. The scenes involving Buck had me laughing until my face hurt while Hen and Karen's storyline left me sobbing on my sofa. Also, Aisha Hinds deserves all the awards. No one on this show can go there emotionally like she can. Her acting in this episode rivals her performance in the episode "Malfunction". Speaking of acting, let's talk about the best plot of the episode.

Best plot?

This is really a hard one. I thought both of our major plots this episode were pretty amazing for different reasons. However, for the sake of keeping things balanced, I'm going to give it to Buck's plot. Now that Gerrard is gone, our resident Golden Retriever is back to being fun again! Halloween is approaching and the 118 have been delegated the task of turning the firehouse into a haunted house. The budget at the LAFD must be really nice if they can afford to go all out the way they did. Buck's contribution to the decorations is a creepy AF dehydrated-looking prop dead body he got from a Hollywood warehouse. The night of the haunted house, he shows it off to a group of kids. When the 'fake' corpse's arm snaps off, Buck sees there are tendons still attached. Turns out, our fake dead body is not so fake. In the words of Evan Buckley, he's real, he's real, he's real, he's real.

After dislocating his shoulder responding to an emergency involving a man's head trapped inside of a rotting pumpkin, Buck does some digging (pun totally intended) on the dead body. He learns the remains belong to an outlaw named William James McCurdy. McCurdy's nickname was Billy Boils due to large pustules that covered his body. Buck thinks he's been cursed by Billy Boils and to make matters worse, the morning after he dislocates his shoulder, he wakes up with giant boils all over his face.

The episode ends with Buck facilitating a proper burial for McCurdy (aka Billy Boils) and acknowledging the betrayal he suffered by those in his posse. If anyone knows what it feels like to have the people you trust turn their back on you and leave you behind, it's Buck and to a certain degree it's also Tommy who is there by his side through the whole ordeal. Overall, I thought this story did a great job of reminding us that Buck has found his own posse, a group of loyal individuals who will have his back no matter what. I loved the moments between Tommy and Eddie. I really like their dynamic and I hope we get to see more of it. I also think this is one of Oliver Stark's most comedic performances. I hope we get more fun Buck moments throughout the rest of the season.

Best Emergency Sequence?

The emergency involving the two students, their principal, and Denny is the best emergency sequence of the episode. It started off so innocently. I'm not a fan of Halloween pranks but the principal completely overreacted. His decision to get in his car and chase after the two girls was completely unhinged and his actions led to the tragic moment of the episode. A part of me was like, they are NOT about to kill little Denny Wilson off and the other part of me was like, what if they do kill him off. That would really up the dramatic stakes for Hen and Karen - as if they haven't already been put through the ringer this season. Denny's acting was pretty great this episode and it makes me wonder why he isn't a part of the main cast. Declan Pratt has been in most of the episodes so far this season and Gavin McHugh, who plays Christopher, has technically only been in one episode although we do get to see him in a photograph in this episode. I'm not trying to get in between Gavin and his money. All I'm saying is that Declan is putting in a lot of work this season and should be considered for the main cast next season.

Anyway, I digress. Hen is absolutely devastated by the events and it doesn't help that she's already feeling pretty guilty for having to miss celebrating Halloween with Denny and Mara. The moment that really got me is when the 118 arrive on the scene and Chimney sees Mara and Jee-Yun. The way he put two and two together and tried to warn Hen before she saw Denny gave me goosebumps. Kudos to Hen for simultaneously losing it and keeping it together while tending to Denny. I especially felt for Karen because she isn't a first responder so all she could do was stand back and watch. This must be every parent's worst nightmare. Things can happen so quickly and whether you're there like Karen or not like Hen, bad stuff can still happen.  Thankfully Denny is alright. I loved how the 118 and Tommy were all at the hospital in support. They really are a family and I have a feeling that's going to be a theme we get all season long. After the whole ordeal with fostering Mara last season and the Olivia Ortiz of it all and now this, I think we need to give the Wilson family a break. They've been through enough. Just give me nothing but sweet family moments between Hen, Karen, Denny, and Mara for the rest of the season. You hear me, writers!?

Episode MVP?

In an episode where Buck and Hen were our main focus, I have to give the Episode MVP award to our hot pilot, our bestest boyfriend - Tommy Kinard. It felt so good to have him back this episode and I totally wasn't expecting to get so much of him. Tommy is at the hospital when Buck dislocates his shoulder, he's caring for Buck at the loft, he's with the rest of the 118 while Denny is in surgery, and he dons his best suit to accompany Buck to the cemetery at the end of the episode. The man is the definition of showing up and a part of me is curious as to how the Buddie shippers are going to spin this. Tommy is a good guy and his heart is pure and yet they still hate him. I know what they think shouldn't bother me but it's really frustrating how far they're willing to go to villainize not only Tommy but the actor that plays him. Shout-out to Lou Ferrigno, Jr.! You are aging like fine wine, you sexy beast!

BuckTommy Corner

Speaking of Tommy, this week's BuckTommy Corner totally makes up for the lack of BuckTommy moments we got in the last three episodes. Tim Minear and company knew we were starving and he fed us so well this episode. First thing I want to talk about is our newest, canonical ship. The relationship between Tommy and Eddie is something this show needs more of. The scene where Tommy shows up at the hospital and Buck is explaining how he ended up dislocating his shoulder, I thought it was hilarious when Eddie kept interrupting. Also, I love the very subtle choice of having Eddie read a Sports Illustrated with swimsuit model on the cover. It reminds me of that Kim Kardashian meme where she's like 'I'm dropping hints that I'm single'. In this case, you can swap single for heterosexual. Another thing I found funny considering the ongoing shipwars on Tumblr, X, and Reddit, Eddie has way more chemistry with Tommy than he has with Buck which is another indicator that Buddie will remain fanon and fanon only.  But this isn't Buddie Corner - it's BuckTommy Corner and I loved the little moments of domestic bliss we got. Since we don't get to see Tommy every episode, it's important they find ways to show the evolution of he and Buck's relationship without being hamfisted about it. The way Tommy supports Buck in this episode tells me they have reached the stage in the relationship where both parties are completely comfortable with each other. I love the contrast between how Eddie supports Buck and how Tommy supports Buck. Eddie's way of supporting his best friend is to give him shit and poke fun at him while Tommy lets Buck be Buck but doesn't overindulge him. He gives advice when it's appropriate and shows up when he needs to. What I also like about Tommy's boyfriend abilities is how he listens actively. When Buck was rambling on and on about the curse, Tommy was so focused on hearing every detail even when he thought that Buck was being ridiculous. And lest we forget, the man got dressed up to attend the funeral of a man who's been dead over a 100 years. I don't know about y'all but I would love to have a partner like Tommy. Tommy's the kind of guy who won't be able to post your bail because he'd be right there in the cell with you.

I don't want to celebrate too much but I have a strong feeling that BuckTommy is going to last a long time. The level of care this canonical ship is getting by the writers and Tim Minear is on par with Hen and Karen. And Bobby and Athena. And Chimney and Maddie. I also get the feeling there's plans to make Tommy a part of the fire fam. He's now commented twice on how much he admires the 118 and how supportive they are of each other. I think Buck is going to take steps to make Tommy feel more included. Him sitting in that waiting room with the rest of the 118 felt so right. It felt natural. I think if you asked Athena or Bobby or Hen, they would tell you that Tommy's one of them. He's part of the family. Okay, it's time to end this bad boy. I really enjoyed this episode. I'm really enjoying this season. If season 8 were an album, there would be no skips so far. I hope we keep this momentum as we approach the winter hiatus which usually comes around episode 8 or 9. I'd be remiss if I didn't mention yet again the network change. ABC is the perfect home for a show like this and by shifting networks, I feel like there's more longevity for the series. There's so many stories we can tell and as long as Angela Bassett. Peter Krause, and the other main actors are willing to stick around, I think we can look forward to more seasons down the road. Until next time!

[gothamite-rambler]

Raven and Rose being trauma siblings (Batfamily Chronicles Microfiction Series)

The "Sucky Dad Awards"

Raven: Alright, let’s kick this off, welcome to the 'Sucky Dad Award.'. What’s the most screwed-up thing your dad did? You go first.

Rose (carefully painting her nails): Hmmm… Well, he caused my brother’s death, had a sexual relationship with a teenager—knows age consent laws and uses them as a defense— and I was brainwashed to the point where I took my right eye just to prove my loyalty to him.

Shaking her hands to dry her nails, Rose chuckled.

Rose: If that doesn’t qualify as bad dad territory, I’m not sure what does!

Raven: That’s pretty evil, but my dad tried to use me as a vessel. The jewel on my forehead suppresses my true power. He tricked my mom into having me by pretending to be a decent guy in his cult, and oh yeah… he’s a powerful demon. I think I win this one. I will take my trophy.

Rose laughed and shook her head.

Rose: That last one doesn’t really count.

Raven (confused): What do you mean, why not?

Rose: Look, demons are already inclined to evil. It’s like they're starting from a bad place but could get worse. My dad was just plain evil without the demonic perks.

Raven: You don’t get extra points just because your evil pops had to discover he was evil.

Rose (raised eyebrow with a smile): “Evil pops?”

Raven: You’re the only person I’ll ever say that to.

Rose: Deal. But did you miss the part where he had sex with a traumatized teenage girl? Terra was messed up, but I have no doubt he abused her.

Raven: Well, did he have a cult?

Rose (hesitant): ...No.

Raven: Ah-ha! Yeah, he didn’t trick your mom into joining a cult, so you had a semi-decent home life. That means I win!

Raven threw her arms up in triumph, a grin on her face, while Rose placed a hand on her forehead in mock exasperation.

Rose: This is a draw.

Raven: Works for me, but I’m going to win this eventually, and when I do, you’re buying me three boxes of Triscuits.

Rose (laughing): You and your obsession with Triscuits. You better label the box next time!

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A Friendly Exchange

Raven floated above as she spotted Rose and Jason heading toward their group.

Raven (shouting): Hey, bitch!

Rose: Hey, hoe!

Raven: You owe me five bucks!

Rose: For what?

Raven: The Triscuits!

Rose: You’ll have to fight me for it!

Raven: Next time!

As Raven floated back down, Rose smiled.

Jason: What was that about?

Rose: I ate her crackers three years ago. She never lets me forget it.

Jason: You two have a really weird relationship.

Rose shrugged, a smile on her lips. 

Rose: She was one of the few who gave me a second chance right away. Took me out for fish tacos when we reconnected.

Jason (pouting): She never took me for tacos… just cusses me out and says I give off “murder, stab, lick the knife” vibes. What even is that?

Rose (explaining): It means you have dark energy that she doesn’t want to be associated with.

Jason groaned in frustration. Rose glanced around to make sure no one was listening before taking his hand.

Rose: I can convince her you’re way better than she remembers, not to mention hot.

The playful smile on Rose’s face made Jason chuckle.

Jason: You’re amazing.

Rose: I know! Now let’s play it cool.

Releasing Jason's hand, Rose took off, with him chasing behind her, both of them enjoying the lightness of the moment.

[witches-dream]

Destroy yourself, or save me

Soul Jam Eater AU with Goldenspice

Chapter 4!!!

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[you're here!]

A/N: Originally chapter 4 was gonna be looong, but i haven't posted in a while and this is already at about the length of the previous, chapter, so sure I'm gonna post it and what was gonna be the second half of chapter 4 shall be chapter 5. Enjoy!!

(also im gonna start putting a portion of the chapters under cut to save space lmao i don't like long posts that take a while to scroll past. And I'm gonna apply that to past chapters as well)

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After last night, Golden Cheese's hands got badly burnt, so she had to spend the following few days with hands dipped into the healing springs. The atmosphere wasn't exactly pleasant, as the servants now distrusted Burning Spice even more than before. This extended especially to the man who entered the room where Goldie and Mozzarella were playing word games to pass the time.

"Hey there, Smoked Cheese~" Mozzarella sang.

"Smokes! Came to entertain your queen?"

"I'm here to discuss a serious matter, Your Majesty."

Goldie knew what this was about, but she was willing to listen. "Your Queen shall hear you out."

"I know Your Radiance has got sights on the legendary weapon, but Burning Spice... That man knows nothing but destruction. He is a dangerous individual, and I believe it will be best for all of us, Your Radiance especially, to give him up." Smoke spoke with conviction, but Goldie did not falter for a second.

"Unacceptable. I am not going to back down on my decision," she said, and Smoke's face darkened under his mask.

Of course, Goldie thought, Smoked Cheese didn't know what happened that night. Burning Spice may be violent, but he is not cruel; she saw the way he went silent when realizing he was wrong. And she heard his voice go calm and serious when it was about working together. And on the way back, though mockingly, he offered to carry her home. She knew there was good in him somewhere, and she was committed to dragging it out, by force if necessary.

"Besides," Mozzarella added with a chuckle, "Smoke, you were a lot like him in the beginning."

"What? Preposterous." He seemed genuinely confused at the remark, but Goldie could totally see Mozzarella's point.

"Oh yeah! Was it not you who said, 'prove your worth before you can claim me'. I was just a child back then, and fighting you was a real pain!" Golden Cheese laughed.

"You were just as defiant and rebellious as him." Mozzarella continued, watching Smoke's face get red. "Actually, no, you still are~"

"Exactly! And look at you now, all concerned about your queen!"

"Respectfully, him and I are vastly different. He takes pleasure in hurting you, My Queen. He's a lost cause." Smoke tried to defend his point, but it didn't seem like Golden Cheese or Mozzarella took him seriously.

"Maybe that's the way you see it, and I might agree to some extent," Mozzarella said, "But I'm simply curious about how this is going to go."

Smoked Cheese furrowed his eyebrows, but didn't add anything else.

"Smoked Cheese, I appreciate your concern for my well-being, but I wouldn't be your Ever-Radiant Queen if I didn't have everything under control."

"Your hands are ruined." He said, doing his best to look away from the wounds.

"They will heal in no time. This is a necessary sacrifice to claim what's mine." She was being childish, Smoked Cheese thought, and yet her smile was mature and resolute. When she was like that, there was no point in arguing.

"Very well... Your Radiance knows her limits far better than her advisor does." He put on his usual tricky smile.

Smoked Cheese sighed and prepared to leave, but Golden Cheese got up from her seat and hugged him. If he had been in a better mood, he would've made fun of how short she is, with the top of her head barely reaching his shoulders, but he could also feel the way she avoided touching him with the palms of her hands.

"Excuse me, Golden Cheese, I have matters to attend to."

"Sure, you're free to go." Goldie smiled at him after lingering for just that bit longer. She watched her subject go before returning to the springs.

"Did you hear the way he switched?" Mozzarella asked after a moment of silence.

"You mean from 'My Queen' to 'Golden Cheese'?"

"I was talking moreso about the way he went from standing his ground to sucking up to you like he does whenever he finds you disagreeing with him," Mozzarella hummed. "But, yes, it seems that you hugging him made him slip up."

"Oh yeah, I suppose he does do that." Goldie chuckled. "It's just that he only refers to me by my name in a more casual setting, so suddenly showering him in affection like that took him aback~"

"So? Are you gonna do anything about him... Both of them, actually?" Mozzarella asked. Goldie looked away, deep in thought.

"Nah... No need." She shook her head. "I trust our Smokes. And as for Spice, I'll tame him like a wild animal if I need to."

"I'm looking forward to that." Mozzarella smiled.

After some time, Mozzarella relocated to her office with giant holographic screens and keyboards that looked like they required more hands than just two. One could think that she would be programming a rocket to go into space, but 9 times out of 10 she would actually be playing games.

Without knocking, Burning Spice slammed open the door. All the tech in the room was so beyond his comprehension that his brain decided it would be better to ignore it completely.

"Where's Cheese?"

"In the healing springs, why?" Mozzarella said, smiling gently. "Are you worried about Her Majesty?"

"Couldn't care less," Spice blurted, "I'm bored outta my fucking mind." As he was about to exit the room, Mozzarella spoke up.

"Wanna play a game of chess? Or senet perhaps?"

Burning Spice looked at her like she was crazy, before laughing like a maniac. "Games? Who cares about shit like that?"

"I was not aware you were someone who turns down a challenge." Mozzarella teased.

"You think I haven't played all these silly games to death in my time? There's only one thing I want, and that's--"

Burning Spice was interrupted by an obnoxious alarm that rang throughout the room.

"Oh, it seems like there's trouble in the town." Mozzarella turned to her computer and clicked a few buttons to reveal a map with a blinking red dot on it.

"... Why the fuck do you have cat noises for your alarm of all things?!" Spice shouted over the noise.

"Cuz it's funny, obviously?" Mozzarella laughed and turned it off.

Golden Cheese burst into the room.

"It looks like we have a mission on our hands!" She proclaimed, but got weird looks instead.

"Your hands, Your Radiance..." Mozzarella drawled.

"What kind of queen would I be if I couldn't handle a couple of burns?!"

"That's the spirit!" Spice cheered.

Mozzarella shook her head and sighed. "Don't encourage her..."

Burnt and Smoke entered the room, and Burnt said:

"We will handle this."

Golden Cheese looked over everyone in the room and clapped her hands (regretting it immediately).

"My bright mind just got a great idea!" She proclaimed, and stepped aside to perfectly frame her four weapon partners. "You four can go!"

"Four?" Smoked Cheese couldn't believe his ears.

"You must grow a bond, for you are neighbors and and battle companions now."

"Those slugs will just get in my way," Spice roared, showing his axe blade at the ready.

"I understand the thought behind your decision, Your Radiance, but this is redundant." Burnt Cheese commented, collected as always. "I believe just two are enough for this mission."

"Come now, heed your queen's words and obey her orders!" Golden Cheese's voice rang across the room, loud and clear, and the weapons were forced to bow to her authority. All except Burning Spice.

"We need to get moving then!" Mozzarella did a little stretch and headed out, following Smoke and Burnt.

Spice followed suit, reluctantly, while muttering, "This is better than nothing." He shot a glare at Goldie when he passed her, but she just smiled. It made his blood boil. He needed to take it out on whatever monster they were going to fight, or he swears there'll be nothing left of the castle.

***

A/N: I'm having trouble writing Spice in a way that doesn't just make him annoying ;-; hopefully i don't end up writing him wildly out of character lmao (why is it that when i imagine stories, they're ✨perfect✨ but when i sit down to write them, they're just nooot 😭😭😭)

[ordinaryschmuck]

Full Family AU Part 36

"...Excuse me?" Camila's annoyance was quick to return after such an insane request.

"I mean, your couch looks comfy," Eda said. "A bit lumpy, but preferable to that shack in the woods."

"Are you...homeless?" Manny asked next.

"Oh, heck no! I've got a home, just not in, er, your neighborhood. Where me and King came from is under a lot of stress at the moment so we're laying low, hiding out in your realm for the time being."

"Why would you need to lay low?"

"Well..." Eda then dug into her hair and pulled out a wanted poster of herself with her hand aflame. "I'm sort of...wanted. From the law."

"...Oh. Okay." Camila pointed to the door. "Get out."

"Here me out--"

"I am not letting some...some witch criminal live under my roof!"

"I didn't break any major laws!" Eda defended, putting the wanted poster back in her hair. "Just the dumb ones. I didn't join a coven when I graduated magic school, I own a stand without a permit, I have a hocus without a pocus--"

"I don't care how illegal your activities are!" Camila exclaimed. "They're still illegal and I don't want that anywhere near my kids!"

"Speaking of kids, hot dang those daughter of yours are heavy sleepers," Eda noted, looking at the miraculously sleeping Luz and Vee. Even King was surprisingly still asleep. "You've been raising your voice this whole time and they haven't so much as peeped an eye open."

"I know, right--Don't change the subject!" Camila snapped. "You're a criminal!"

"I prefer outlaw."

"That's not better!"

"It at least sounds cooler."

"YOU--!"

"Camila." Manny puts his hands on Camila's shoulders, trying to relax her with a little massage. "Can I speak with you for a second."

Camila growled at Eda once more before relenting to Manny, letting him walk her a few steps away from the wild witch. "You better not try and talk me into hearing her out," Camila whispered.

"I know it might be insane," Manny whispered back, "but it's at least worth considering."

"No, it isn't."

"As far as we know, she comes from the same world Vee does. She might have answers to so many questions that Vee's unable to give. It wouldn't hurt to make nice with someone like that."

"She's a criminal."

"Because she broke laws that don't seem too bad."

"Still a criminal."

"At least she's not dangerous."

"Dangerous or not, she's still a criminal."

"Excuse me," Eda said, interrupting Camila and Manny's little conversation. "Couldn't help but overhear, mainly because you're both some pretty loud whisperers, but is it at least worth considering that I came clean about being wanted? Because the way I see it, I had two options: I could either lie about who I am and cause ya to overreact when the truth somehow came out--'Cause it always does--or I could just put all the cards out on the table and explain myself."

"Well, you're not doing a good job at explaining yourself," Camila said with a scowl.

"Actually, I'd say I'm doing a perfect job. I already told you that the laws I broke weren't anything major. They were just little things that never actually hurt anybody. Well, aside from the coven guards, but trust me when I say that those chumps had it coming."

"So you assaulted your world's version of the authorities."

"Authorities that will either put you in a box that you don't want to be in or petrify you for refusing even that."

"Petrify?" Manny curiously asked.

"Turn you to stone," Eda briefly explained. "It's permanent and ain't exactly pretty."

"That's...awful," Manny voiced sympathetically, to which Eda shrugged.

"It's nothing that'll happen to me, I'll tell you that much. Not as long as I can avoid being caught. Hence me staying in the human realm for a bit and me asking if it's cool if I crash on the couch." Eda focussed on Camila again, who seemed to lessen her frustration a bit, but not enough to relent completely. "What say you, Tiny?"

"Call me that again, and you'll lose more than your head," Camila sternly replied.

"Got it. Sorry."

"And...I'd feel bad under any other circumstance, but something about having a known criminal, even if the laws she broke aren't too awful, is just...too much. For me."

"Oh, for--It's not forever," Eda said, her annoyance showing. "Just for the night. Maybe two. Honestly, I'm only here because my current security system for my house is out sick and needs to 'recooperate.' Don't bother asking me what that means, because I do not want to know. I've learned not to ask him things."

Camila and Manny shared a curious look with each other, not even sure how to tackle that.

"Okay, how about just for tonight, then?" Eda suggested. "Me and my boy just need one break from sleeping in that shack. Can you at least give us that? We'll be out of your hair by morning and you'll never have to see us again. I mean, would you really let that precious little guy out in the cold for that much longer...?"

Eda gestured over to King, still sleeping soundly. Camila narrowed her eyes at him, finally noticing something she was amazed not to have noticed earlier.

"Wait...That's the dog you brought in," she stated.

"Ah, right, you still want payment." Eda started digging in her hair again. "Hang on, let me just--"

"No--I mean, yes. I do want my money. But I want to know is how did you make him look...not like that in the vet?"

"Oh, that?" Eda then blew a raspberry as she waved her hand. "That's nothing more than a simple illusion spell. Any witch with a starter's knowledge of illusion magic could do the same thing."

"You can make fake things seem super real?"

"Up to a point. Can't really make anything tangible. Only real enough where you think you can touch it."

Camila then glanced over to Vee, snoring softly without a worry in the world. Camila looked back at Eda, an idea forming as her worries appeared to have an exit.

"...Do you think you know how to make something like that...permanent?"

[doyelikehaggis]

7 Days of Scarepairs: Denzo | Damon Salvatore x Enzo St. John (The Vampire Diaries) + "Trick or Treaters"

The door went for the millionth time. Damon didn't bother to stifle his groan of annoyance this time, but Enzo was already on his feet and greeting the stupid little brats as they screamed for a treat. He indulged them, chuckling as they shoved their greedy little fists into the bowl and shovelled more than the polite amount of candy into their buckets and bags.

They moved on, and Enzo closed the door just as Damon started to loudly say, "You know, it's called trick or treating. I suggest that next time, we give them a trick."

Enzo shook his head at him, giving him that familiar look as he reclaimed his seat beside him on the couch. "Oh? Let me guess: you want to show a little bit of fang, some black veins and red eyes?"

Damon spread his hands and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not letting you scare some poor little kids on Halloween," Enzo said sternly, shoving the bowl back onto the coffee table, exchanging it for his glass.

"Why not?"

"Because they're innocent children," he countered like that was obvious before taking a drink of his completely victimless pint of blood. "But if it really means that much to you, then you can answer the door next time it goes and pretend you're wearing makeup."

The door went again, right on time. Damon grinned wickedly as Enzo lowered his glass, clearly already regretting his words. He looked at him warningly but he had already swiped the bowl from the table and crossed the room in a matter of a second.

He took a moment, his hand poised. Then he flung the door open and left his full vampire face on display. Instead of the expected screams, the two little girls shouted with pure joy. His face dropped as Lizzie and Josie clapped in excitement.

"Really, Damon?" Caroline asked, an eyebrow raised disapprovingly.

Bonnie smiled. "Nice face. Not the most realistic vampire I've seen tonight, though, I've gotta say."

He smiled mockingly back at her. He tossed a miniture chocolate bar into each of the twin's baskets, then he stepped aside to let them in. Bonnie swiped the bowl from his hands on the way past, her face lighting up.

"See, this is why I said we shouldn't answer the door on Halloween," he said loudly and closed the door. "We've been invaded by witches."

"Uh, hello?" Caroline said pointedly.

"Fine, it's three against three," Damon said, walking past her and reclaiming his seat beside Enzo, who was busy complimenting the twins on their very realistic witch costumes. "I'm still not happy about it."

It was Bonnie's turn to roll her eyes at him as she planted herself on the other couch, setting the bowl of candy in her lap. "Come on, I thought you'd get a kick out of Halloween."

"I do, in fact," Damon said. "I love Halloween. I love scaring people to death and drinking from open veins without anyone batting an eye. What I don't enjoy is being stuck in the house all night on the one day of the year when I could be doing any number of things instead."

"Well, most of the trick of treaters are going home now," Bonnie said with a shrug. "So, if you wanted, you could come out with us. We're going to get these two home and in bed, then we were gonna go to the Grill."

Caroline flashed a genuinely excited grin as she said, "They have themed cocktails."

Damon glanced at Enzo, who shrugged as if to say, I don't see why not.

"But one rule," Caroline said, and she pointed right at Damon, "you are not allowed to feed on anyone. At least not anyone in the Grill. It's Matt's rule, and I promised him that none of his employees would be running around with bandages on their necks or wrists."

"I guess dressing up as a mummy was off limits, then," Enzo said in amusement, knocking back the rest of his glass.

"Funny," Caroline said dryly, her eyes narrowing.

Damon helds his hands up. "Fine, we promise. Anything is better than hearing one more knock on that door. I might actually kill someone."

Bonnie threw a bonbon at him in warning. He popped it into his mouth and winked, but when prompted by Caroline, both he and Enzo promised that they wouldn't harm anyone at the Grill.

"Although, technically," Damon said as they were about to leave, shrugging on his leather jacket, "it's not harming them if they're not compelled and they want it, right? Halloween brings out all kinds of freaks, you know. A lot of people love vampires."

Caroline scoffed in disgust and ushered Lizzie outside to join Bonnie, who already had Josie in her arms and was using magic to move the detachable spider on her wrist, making her laugh as it crawled up onto her shoulder.

He raised his eyebrows at Enzo, who returned the gesture, a particular hunger flickering in his eyes. Damon grinned and followed him out. Tonight could be fun after all.

[captainsophiestark]

Winglets

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: Top Gun

Day Twenty-Three Prompt: "We can fix this, I know we can."

Summary: Rooster and his SO are housesitting for Penny while she, Mav, and Amelia are on vacation. A relaxing staycation turns into a schoolwork refresher course when they get a little carried away.

Word Count: 1,578

Category: Fluff, Humor, maybe a little bit of Angst?

A/N: Happy Halloween!!

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"Oh... Bradley."

Bradly hummed, his face buried in my neck and his arms wrapped tight around my waist. I ran my hands through his hair, tipping my head back further to give him better access.

"Are you still upset that Mav left you home?" I teased, running my hands across his shoulders. Bradley huffed a laugh.

"Nah. I'll trade an extended family vacation for this."

I grinned, then let out a little shriek as Bradley wrapped his arms around my thighs and hoisted me up, moving back towards the counter by the wall. My back hit something, hard, and I didn't think much of it until I heard a concerningly loud crash a moment later.

Bradley and I both froze on the spot. Slowly, without moving any more than we had to, Bradley and I pulled back enough to look at each other. His expression of terror exactly matched the feeling in my chest.

The two of us were having a little couples staycation while housesitting for Mav, Penny, and Amelia. The three of them were going on their first ever vacation as a family, and they'd asked Bradley and I to stay over at their place while they were gone. It'd been a nice break from base housing, and we'd been enjoying some uniterrupted alone time. But whatever that crash had been, it didn't sound good.

My eyes didn't leave Bradley's as he glanced over my shoulder. He paled and swore, and that was enough to get me in motion.

I pushed us both away from the counter, then whirled out of Bradley's arms to see how bad it was for myself. My heart dropped.

Amelia's science fair project, which had been sitting on the counter until a few moments ago, now lay shattered on the floor.

"Holy shit," I breathed, just staring in horror for a moment before finally whirling back to Bradley. "Holy shit! What did we just do?"

He shook his head, grave and still way more pale than normal.

"Amelia's going to kill us. And then Mav's going to kill us. And then Penny."

"We're the worst," I said, turning back to the project and shaking my head. My stomach was still down by my feet, a claw of guilt wrapped tight around my chest. "How did we not notice that? Dammit, out of every single countertop in this house, how did we manage to pick this one?"

I heard Bradley take a deep breath from behind me, and then his arm wrapped around my shoulder. I was ready to shake him off—neither of us should be getting comfort right now—but he spoke before I could say as much.

"Alright, this is bad. But it doesn't have to stay that way. We just have to keep a clear head and be smart."

"Baby, I think we're already past the point where being smart could've saved us."

"Not quite."

His hand dropped from around my shoulders, and he moved to crouch next to the broken science project. He picked up a few of the bigger pieces, turning them over in his hands, and then surveyed the poster board that went with it. That, at least, looked mostly still intact.

"We can fix this," he finally said, turning back to me, "I know we can."

"Bradley, it is shattered-"

"It's an airplane aerodynamics project with an arts and crafts execution. I'm a Navy pilot and I've seen you build an F1 car model without the instruction manual. This is exactly our experise."

I closed my eyes and sighed, trying to get a little space from the guilt and panic to think clearly. Bradley was right; the only chance we had to keep this from being a complete and total disaster was to stay calm and be smart. I took a few deep breaths, and when I opened my eyes again, the panic had been mostly replaced by a steely determination.

"Alright. Alright, you make a good point. Let's give it a try."

"Great! Come help me pick up all these pieces, we can set up on the kitchen table. We've still got a day before they get home."

"It took Amelia like two weeks to put this thing together."

"Yeah, but we're not starting from scratch. Come on, positive thoughts."

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The next several hours were chaos. Bradley and I managed to get all the pieces of Amelia's model airplane wings picked up off the floor, but hardly any of it was salvageable. We set everything on the counter, grabbed some pens and paper, and started planning out the best reconstruciton we could get. Luckily, Bradley had to know quite a bit about aerodynamics as a pilot. With the two of us working together and reading off of Amelia's notes, we managed to come up with a plan for putting things back together exactly as they had been.

Putting that plan into motion was where the real chaos came in.

After a quick run to buy supplies, Bradley and I had turned the kitchen counter into a mad scientist's workstation, with bits and pieces of our project laid out everywhere. I worked carefully to put the airplane wings back together while Bradley directed my placement of the arrows and squiggly plastic pieces denoting airflow, pressure, lift, and everything else Amelia needed to cover in her project.

"Okay, those small spirals go on the wing without the winglets."

"Are they seriously called winglets?" I asked, not glancing up from the project in my hands as I worked.

"Yes. Do you want help?"

"Yeah, hold the wing while I take the glue and our little plastic spiral."

Bradley stepped closer, his hands remarkable steady as I went to work. The spirals were supposed to show the air vortices that formed around the wing tip, and how they impacted lift when the little winglets weren't there to slow down their path. The whole time we'd been working on this project, I'd been impressed. Amelia knew a lot, and she'd found some pretty cool ways to show it.

"Alright, just hold that together for a few minutes," I said, leaning away and setting the hot glue gun down once I was done. Bradley did as I said, resting his forearms on the counter and settling in. I surveyed the rest of the countertop. "We're pretty close to done now, aren't we?"

Bradley looked around too, and I could see him going through his own mental checklist. We'd started this little project just after dinner, and now, we were into the early hours of the next morning with no sleep. It was good for both of us to be double-checking each other.

"I think so," he finally said with a nod. "Although we still have to figure out how to replace the couple of things that got messed up on her trifold."

I waved him off. "Easy. All we have to do is retype it on a laptop, print it out, and stick it back where it belongs."

Bradley nodded again, and I put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze before standing from the kitchen stool.

"I'll go knock it out while you supervise the last of our gluing. We're in the home stretch."

He shot me a tired smile, and I headed to the living room to quickly replace the missing pieces of the trifold. Thankfully, we didn't run into any new complications as we put everything back into its final place. The sun was just starting to come up outside, but when Bradley and I stepped back from the counter, his arm around my shoulders as we admired our work, it looked perfect.

"I can't believe we actually managed to pull that off," I said, huffing a laugh and shaking my head. Bradley squeezed my shoulders, and when I glanced at him, I found him grinning at me.

"I can. We did a great job."

I smiled. "Yeah. Crazy, but we do really make a good team."

He leaned down to place a soft, sweet kiss on my lips. Then, instead of pulling back, he stayed close enough to speak lowly in my ear.

"You know, that was a pretty outstanding parenting move if you ask me. Maybe it's time we-"

"HELL no, Bradshaw," I said, taking a step back with a gentle push on Bradley's chest. "And that's both to having kids right now, and to doing anything more than soft pecks with our hands mostly to ourselves until we get the hell out of this house. We don't have time to fix this whole thing again."

Bradley laughed, pulling me back into his side, and the sound warmed my chest.

"Alright, alright, message recieved. It might be a good idea to wait and see if Amelia notices anything before we celebrate, anyway."

"Welp, we're not gonna have to wait long for that one. Come on, let's go get some sleep before she, Penny, and Mav get home. I'm so tired that if she even glances at me after seeing the project I'll probably crack."

Bradley laughed again as the two of us headed off to the spare bedroom, arms around each other. I'd won the lottery when I'd found him, my perfect wingman in every aspect of life, and I knew he felt the same about me. From science fair projects to beef with coworkers to big life emergencies, there was no one I'd rather have on my side than him.

Even though that love and affection had been the thing to get us in trouble in the first place tonight.

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[pigeontheoneandonly]

I'm weak and foolish

[munch-mumbles]

ive been a little upset about it all night so i need to write out all the things that happened at work today and are bugging me so i can TRY to get it out of my head and actually RELAX bc i just keep pacing in circles around it instead of just accepting it and moving on

[gibbearish]

also is the thing with the box ever. explained?

[roaringroa]

hate being sick fr