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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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LIGHTWOOD BANES WEEK - MAGNUS & RAFAEL

“Ready?”

Magnus looked up from the vanity table and put down his eyeliner.

“Like my new shoes?” his son grinned as he tapped the Gucci sneakers like Dorothy and her heels.

Magnus grinned in approval.

“Let’s go!” Rafe came closer and started jumping up and down as he pulled on Magnus’ arm. “Portal! Portal! Portal!”

Magnus gave him a smile. “How about we walk to the institute today, my coconut?”

Rafael stopped jumping abruptly.

“I’m not a coconut,” he pointed out sourly.

“Alright, I’ll think of another fiber rich fruit,” Magnus chuckled. “But let’s walk today, yes? The weather seems brilliant.”

Rafael looked out of the window and then back at Magnus, arching his dark eyebrows as if to say, ‘since when did you care about the weather?’.

“So, no portal?” Rafael asked.

“Not today,” Magnus replied.

Rafael looked down at his new shoes. “Okay.”

Magnus hated disappointing his son. Rafael loved magic – sometimes even more so than Max. This meant he enjoyed portals too.

Magnus would split the sky open for his son. Making a measly portal was no big deal.

He could have just done it simply. But today was not that day.

“Go pick up your bow,” Magnus urged him gently.

Rafael pouted and ran away without another word.

Magnus put on his jewelry and picked up his tote bag. He was hoping to drop Rafael off at the institute to train with the other children – something Magnus didn’t really approve of since Rafael was just past twelve.

He didn’t need to learn how to fight. He was a child.

Rafael was his baby.

But Rafael was also a shadowhunter – one of the angel’s chosen.

Magnus sighed inwardly – since it was a fact, he had to make peace with – and walked towards the living room.

“Let’s go, strawberry!”

But Rafael was not near the door where he usually stood when Magnus made the portal for them. Magnus walked towards Rafael’s bedroom to find his son on the floor.

“I sprained my leg,” Rafael said apologetically. “We’ll have to take a portal.”

Magnus gave him an amused glance.

“Well, if you are hurt then you shouldn’t be training,” Magnus pointed out.

“But we are throwing spears today,” Rafael protested. “I want to practice!”

“Alright then, use an iratze,” Magnus said. “It should heal quickly. Then we can walk merrily to the institute where they teach little children how to throw spears.”

“Uh, I can’t,” Rafael said now. “I lost my stele.”

He was a horrible liar. Much like Alec.

Max on the other hand…Magnus would have to keep an eye on that one.

“Rafael,” Magnus said warningly.

“I swear on Uncle Jace,” Rafael said, and Magnus bit his lip to keep himself from laughing. “I lost my stele.”

Magnus crossed his arms.

“I can ask Aunt Clary to heal it when I get to the institute,” Rafael pointed out. “Let’s go. Make the portal.”

Well, two can play at that game.

Magnus flicked his wrist, and a wave of blue smoke went through Rafael’s ankle. It wasn’t real magic of course. Just smoke.

“There, I fixed your ankle,” Magnus said. “Now, let’s go.”

Rafael stood up indignantly. “But what about my new shoes! I don’t want them to get all muddy.”

“It hasn’t rain in over a month!” Magnus put his arms up in frustration. “We are walking.”

“Fine, then I’m not going,” Rafael kicked off his shoes and flopped back on his bed and covered his face with a pillow.

Rafael was a quiet and timid child. But he could really be dramatic when he wanted to. Magnus had no idea where he got this from. Probably some shadowhunter at the institute.

“Rafael,” he called gently. “Why do you not want to walk to the institute?”

Magnus had noticed this initially over a month ago.

Rafael had insisted that he could the subway on his own. The institute wasn’t far away. He had wanted to commute on his own.

Magnus wasn’t really thrilled by this sudden show of bravado.

Firstly, he couldn’t come to terms with the fact that his baby was growing up.

Secondly, he might have excused the demon butt kicking. But he wasn’t going to allow his son to go on the New York subway alone.

But then Alec had interfered and of course as always had won the argument with “reason” and “logic”.

So, Rafael started to take the subway and travel to the institute by himself.

Just two days a week.

On the other days, he went with Alec or Magnus.

Rafael had only been out on his own for a couple of weeks before he had started to make all sorts of excuses for not wanting to go alone.

He would ask Alec to come to the institute with him. And of course, the insistence for portals had started.

Magnus knew Rafael loved portal travel. But he wasn’t spoilt or anything. Actually, the boy enjoyed walking, mostly because he got to stop and pet a stranger’s dog.

So, Magnus found it a little odd that Rafael’s insistence on walking alone had disappeared just like that.

He knew there was more to the story and he was going to find out.

He sat down next to Rafael gingerly and knocked on the pillow.

“Knock knock,” he said.

“Nobody’s home,” Rafael said in a muffled voice, still stubbornly clutching the pillow over his face.

“Come on. Play along,” Magnus urged and taped on the pillow again. “Knock knock!”

Rafael sighed dramatically. “Who’s there?”

“Wire.”

“Wire who?”

“Wire you lying to me?”

Rafael removed the pillow off his face.

“You’re not as clever as you think you are,” Rafael pointed out.

“Lies!” Magnus said in an offended tone. “You said your father is the smartest person you know.”

“Well, I have two fathers so…”

Magnus gasped offensively.

Rafael’s mouth twitched, just a little. Anyone who didn’t know him would have missed it.

But Magnus knew him. He knew him better than anyone.

“Wounded prides and treacherous betrayals aside,” Magnus gently removed the pillow and threw it away before Rafael can hide again. “Do you want to talk about what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Rafael said, lying back slowly.

“Then why do you not want to walk alone?”

“Just cause,” Rafael shrugged.

“Did…Did something happen?” Magnus asked tentatively. “In the subway?”

“Nothing serious,” Rafael said.

Magnus’ heart, which was always steady, started beating faster.

“I’d still like to know if that’s okay with you,” Magnus said gently, not wanting to push the boy.

Rafael was quiet.

“Rafael,” Magnus said softly. “When we found you, I promised that I will always protect you. I need to live up to that promise. Please tell me what happened.”

Rafael sat up on the bed and crossed his legs. “There were some boys in the subway.”

Magnus nodded, gently urging him to go on.

“I didn’t glamour myself cause you know I don’t like to,” Rafael pointed out.

Magnus did know that. Magnus never actually glamored himself either – not unless it was absolutely necessary. Magnus didn’t want to hide because there was nothing to be ashamed of.

Rafael didn’t either.

Rafael took after him in so many ways - including his love for fashion. But this was one of those ways that made Magnus’ heart swell with pride.

“Anyway, I was careful,” Rafael continued. “I made sure my bow was hidden and nothing was visible. But then these boys…They made fun of me.”

“Because of your runes?” Magnus asked.

“Because of what was underneath the runes.”

Magnus muttered a curse underneath his breath – thankfully he spoke many languages Rafe didn’t understand.

He knew that he was supposed to act rational. To be calm and assess the situation. He was the high warlock of Brooklyn and he has handled worse situations.

But he wasn’t the high warlock right now. He was just Rafael’s father.

Anger boiled through his veins and Magnus felt his magic surge.

“Who are these boys?” Magnus demanded. “Where did you see them?”

Rafael looked at him then, his brown eyes sad. “Does it really make a difference, Bapa?”

And Magnus’ heart broke.

No. It didn’t. It didn’t make a difference.

“They were saying something about a wall and how I should go back to where I’m from,” Rafael said, his voice low. “I put my earphones on after that.”

“Was this a one-time thing?” Magnus asked.

“In the institute, nobody ever said anything about being me a Latino. Or about the others. They don’t really care I think. And when we are out…Well, I’m always with you and dad so I never really noticed. But the moment I was alone…They never say anything when I'm with you or dad. That’s why I kept asking you to come with me. Or take a portal.”

“We can come with you for as long as you want,” Magnus promised.

“But you shouldn't have to. Not for this,” Rafael sounded angry. “I don’t think it was a one time thing, Bapa. I just think I never noticed. And now that I have…I don’t think I will ever stop noticing.”

Magnus had put a thousand charms – and more – on Rafael’s bow. He had put spell after spell on the sapphire necklace his son wore. He had taken every precaution he could think to protect his son from any and every demon that lurked in the shadows.

But Magnus hadn’t thought about the demons that lurked during daylight. Demons that didn’t attack the body – but the ones that clawed at your heart.

Magnus couldn’t protect Rafael from these creatures every day. But he could protect him right now. He led out his hands until Rafael leaned his head on Magnus’ shoulder.

“It’s not fair,” Rafael said. “I can’t help how I look.”

“I know, my darling,” Magnus caressed his hair gently. “I know.”

“Have people always been this awful?” Rafael asked.

Magnus, who had lived through centuries of persecution and discrimination, could have simply lied. He could lie to make his son feel better.

But he knew the lies wouldn’t prepare him for the world that was waiting out there.

“Do you remember, Bapa?” Rafael looked up and asked now. “Do you remember when Max was 7 and he wanted to look like the rest of us? He wanted to not be blue for one day?”

Magnus did. Alec had talk to Max that day, that a little blue never hurt anybody. It hadn’t convinced Max of course. But the party with a dozen multi cultured warlocks had kind of helped.

“I think Max has it better,” Rafael said now. “I wish I was blue or yellow or green.”

“You are what you are,” Magnus said. “And what you are is a beautiful boy.”

Rafael just mumbled something.

“Rafe,” Magnus took his hand. “Max is a downworlder. He will have his fair share of ass…hats to deal with.”

“Not on my watch,” Raphael said menacingly.

Magnus smiled. “You could consider glamouring yourself. You don’t have to do everything I do.”

“Not everything, no,” Rafe agreed. “But this…I can’t not do this. I want to be like you. Proud. Confident. But it’s…I don’t know it’s hard when they keep staring at me like that. Like I don’t belong here.”

“People will always stare,” Magnus said gently and dangled the bagles in his hand. “So might as well give them something to stare at, huh?”

Rafael gave him a weak smile. Magnus sighed.

“Alright then,” Magnus said. “I will make you a portal. Today. Every day. Whenever you want. You don’t have to take the subway.”

“I don’t want to take the portal,” Rafael said. “I don’t want to bother you.”

“Darling, you do know your father is the high warlock of Brooklyn, right?” Magnus chuckled. “It’s no bother.”

“I don’t want to take the portal,” Rafael simply repeated. “I like taking the subway.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. It kinda smells sometimes and then there are people who sing weird butt songs, but I like it,” Rafael said. “There is this lady. An abuela called Maria. I see her sometimes with her dog Globo.”

“Globo?” Magnus chuckled.

“He is so sweet, and she lets me pet him. I sometimes even buy treats for him with my allowance, ” Rafael confessed. “I like seeing Abuela Maria. I love seeing Globo. I don’t wanna miss that.”

“That’s fair enough,” Magnus nodded.

“Abuela Maria…She came to New York when she was 12. She is so old now. She has been here for year. And those boys…They sometimes make jokes about her too. She doesn’t speak much English but I think she understands. She doesn’t have earphones like I do though. So, she has to listen to everything they say.”

Magnus didn’t say anything. Just quietly offered his hand to Rafael.

His son took it gently and examined it carefully. Rafael had always loved the way Magnus painted his nails. Magnus had often wondered if Rafael would want to paint his own when he grew up.

But now…Now Magnus worried Rafael might never paint his nails even if he wanted to.

The world could sometimes be a cruel place. Magnus has always believed that the world should always have more color – and some glitter too.

But some people preferred to keep things black and white.

It was hard navigating a world like this. Magnus looked at his son.

Rafael looked sad. He looked angry. Worried. Frustrated.

And scared.

Magnus had felt all those things long ago too. But he had found his way through.

He had found his way through the maze and reminded himself who he was and he shouldn’t promise himself for anyone.

It had taken him a long time but he had got there eventually.

But the thing was…Rafael didn’t have that kind of time.

He was a shadowhunter. A mortal.

Magnus thought about Abuela Maria – and all the men and women she must have met during her life who must have made her feel different – when she was just another person in New York with a weirdly named dog.

Magnus didn’t want Rafael to spend his years living in shame and worry.

No. That is not the world Alec and Magnus had promised each other to build for their children and all the rest.

“Bapak,” Rafael said softly. “Is it always going to be like this?”

“It won’t be. I’d like to think so,” Magnus said quietly. “I’ve lived a long time, Rafe. There have been shadowhunters who have thrown away plates cause I touched them.”

“They what?” Rafael’s voice rose, his own pain immediately forgotten.

“The point is…We can’t change people,” Magnus said carefully. “But we can change systems. We can break old ones. We can build new ones. I’ve been hunted by shadowhunters. But I’ve also fought alongside shadowhunters. Fell in love with one. I’ve seen them change the law. I’ve seen them fight for my people. So, no. It’s not always going to be like this. It won’t happen overnight and it’s going to take a lot of effort and pain. But it won’t always be like this. I promise you that.”

“Well, I won’t be around to see it,” Rafael muttered.

“Yeah but your kids might,” Magnus winked.

“Gross,” Rafe made a face.

Magnus pulled him closer and kissed him on the top of his head.

“Do you think it would have been different?” Rafael asked, his face hidden in the crook of Magnus’ neck. “If I was in Buenos Aires?”

Magnus thought about it for a moment. Rafael living far away from him. The possibility pained him.

He had already lost one Raphael. He wasn’t ready to lose another.

Not to anyone. Certainly not to some ignorant bigots who lacked empathy and respect.

“Possibly,” Magnus said with caution. “But it’s like you said. It doesn’t matter where you are. When you are different, people always make sure to point out. While no one in Buenos Aires might bully you for being a Latino, they might bully you for other things.”

“But why?” the child asked, still oblivious to the way the world worked.

Magnus wished he could be that way forever.

But no.

They all had to grow up eventually.

“Because of power,” Magnus explained. “Power is never distributed equally. So, when some people have more power than others, they abuse that power.”

“Like shadowhunters and downworlders,” Rafael bit his lip.

Magnus wasn’t particularly think of that example.

“Yes,” Magnus nodded. “Exactly like that. Sometimes shadowhunters abuse the power they have. Downworlders can do that too.”

“I don’t want power,” Rafael said.

“Sometimes we have power whether we want it or not,” Magnus pointed out.

“What do I do with it?” Rafael asked.

“Well, you try not to hurt other people with it,” Magnus said. “You try not to hurt yourself with it.”

“I’ll try,” Rafael promised. “What about…What about the bullies?”

“Well,” Magnus said. “What do you wanna do about it?”

“I don’t want to hide,” Rafael said, determination settling on his shoulders. “This is my country too.”

“Yes, it is,” Magnus kissed him on the head again.

“What do I do then?” Rafael asked.

“You do what you were born to do,” Magnus smiled. “You fight.”

“Like with my bow and arrow?” Rafael giggled.

“We’ll save that for the other demons,” Magnus winked. “But you fight in whatever way you can. This kind of thing…There is no one way to fight racism – or any kind of discrimination. We all fight it differently.”

“Like dad,” Rafael’s eyes gleamed. “He changed the laws!”

“Exactly,” Magnus beamed back. “You don’t have to change laws. Not unless you want to. No fight is less important than the other.”

“I want to fight for people who can’t fight for themselves,” Rafael said. “Like Abuela Maria – and Globo. I can maybe buy her noise cancelling earphones. I can fight for her.”

Magnus’ eyes almost watered at that. He was so much Alec – in so many ways. When he looked at Rafael now, Magnus realized he is never going to lose Alec. Not really.

“Then fight, my darling,” Magnus gave one last kiss on the ahead. “Fight like your dad.”

“And like my Bapak,” Rafe smiled and booped Magnus on the nose.

“He is the smartest person you know, right?” Magnus winked.

“Eh,” Rafael shrugged and Magnus feigned offense.

“But he is the bravest person I know,” Rafael pointed out shyly, but with enough pride to warm Magnus’ heart.

Magnus jumped off the bed and led out his hands. “All this talk about our wonderful public transportation system has me suddenly missing the subway. I think I should go for a ride.”

Rafael picked up his bow and reached out to hold Magnus’ hand. “Let’s go together.”

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echo-tries-writing · 3 years

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okay, so i posted about the story i’m writing and asked if anyone wanted to hear about it, and a couple of people responded that they did which makes me so excited because i love talking about this!!!

i’ll just start talking about my characters because they are literally like my children

my very traumatized children

alright

https://picrew.me/secret_image_maker/TUpt5gokcYbd7w1d

the picrew i used^

The main characters:

Prince Morgan Fox Chamari (I made the picrews a while ago, so they might not be up to date, but it’ll do for now) (also they didn’t have that many option for make up and stuff, so i just drew on a lot of it)

He sounds like a snob but he’s really not

He’s 5’8, uses he/him, caucasian, pansexual, a leo (yes astrology is swag), he is way too nice for his own good, and trusts people way too easily (which might turn out to be a problem)

He has light brown, curly hair, green eyes, and he’s a prince, so probably like expensive clothing

Morgan does have magic, but I’m not really sure how it works yet, I only know that he kinda sucks at it at first, and he needs to find some kind of scepter to help him with it

Willow Ivy Stara

5’1, she/her, black, aromantic asexual, a virgo, also a nice person in general, but she’s not an idiot about it, you know? She is probably the one that keeps the single braincell of the team in place

Dark, coily hair, dark skin, brown eyes, the prettiest smile you’ll ever see, and she likes wearing dresses and flowers in her hair! She’s also a very gifted healer (maybe i’ll talk more about powers in my world later)(because she doesn’t just have healing, she can do damage too (basically the opposite of healing) which is really rare in my world, but it also strengthens her healing powers)

She joined the team because she ran away from her parents, because they were forcing her to marry another healer (cus she’s aroace right) (and the other healer is a gay man who she later finds out also ran away, and joined the villain!)

Raine Dayla-Jules

Probably the character I’ve put the most effort into, which also means she’s one of the characters who gets the most traumatized (love you Raine)

5’8, she/her, caucasian, lesbian, a leo, on the good side, but leaning towards morally grey, extreme trust issues, she is broke and homeless and a thief, says she is an orphan, but really just doesn’t want to get into her tragic backstory

Lots of blonde, curly hair, blue eyes, freckles, various scars all over her body (which she mostly gets through the story)

She had a normal childhood until she was six years old, when she was kidnapped (because of her powers, hydrokinesis and cryokinesis (is that what it is in english? idk, ice and water like a waterbender), she hasn’t seen her family after that (but she will at the end, I’m not that evil)

I mentioned enemies to lovers on the last post, and Raine is part of that<3

Ember Aurora Ilani

The villain with redemtion arc, because every story needs that, but believe it or not she’s actually a pretty good person, and she does what she thinks would be the best for everyone

5’6, she/her, asian, demisexual lesbian, a scorpio, she has pyrokinesis (again, hope that’s the right word), and that’s where the arson i talked about comes from, occasionally borrows that one braincell from Willow

Like, yes, she technically is a good person, but that will not stop her from setting a house on fire on purpose

Dark brown, long and straight/slightly wavy hair, hazel eyes, tan skin, terrible childhood of course

Like, ‘older brother dying in a fire that she accidently caused, parents hating her and abusing her because of it, running away at age 10, becoming best friends with the villain’ kind of terrible childhood

The other part of the enemies to lovers! (Don’t worry, it’s gonna be a slow-burn)(the burning part might be literal)(but it’s gonna be fine, we have lots of character development and no power imbalance, they both hurt and help each other)

Hawke Edavine

Typical badboy, poor but wholesome family, I might kill his dad though, because all of the main characters has all their parents intact

6’1 (I like that it’s a foot height difference between him and Willow), he/him, latino, straight (I guess they needed some rep too), a capricorn, probably nicer than he looks

Dark messy hair (like, think Percy Jackson), brown eyes, tan skin, bushy eyebrows, think about what a straight woman would find attractive in a man (what do straight women like? Flynn Rider? Think that, just younger)

Used to be best friends with Raine when they were like 11-14 years old maybe, but drama happened, they fell out, they will spend the first few chapter hating each other (also we all know and hate queerbating, so obviously I’m gonna straight-bait these two at first<3)

i think that’s all i had for now, but there’s so much more

if you read all the way down here, congrats (and also thank you?? i care so much about this, i love when other people listen)

like, if you wanna hear about the villain (aka Morgans twin sister, princess Sienna Aurelia Chamari), or about these characters, or other characters, their families, pinterest board of their aesthetics (yes i made that too) and also im currently trying to make playlists too, just please lmk because i will serve

i didn’t even talk about their body types or disabilties or mental health issues or other quirks or favorite animals or pets either, but just know i have it all

i just love this, hope you do too!

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cabinofimagines · 3 years

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Love is blind

What?! Asja writes something other than poly!solangelo? Yes, dear anons, I do. This request is LONG overdue however, I got stuck on it years ago because it was just too angsty and now, 2 years later, I have finally figured it out! Idk how, but it happened. Mi vida means ‘my life’, amor means ‘love’

Pairing: Leo Valdez x reader Request: I've been hunting some angst lately. Could you do Leo and a NB reader who was blinded in battle? Word count:1.5k Warnings: Description of Leo having panic attack symptoms, reader gets blinded, self-doubt, general angst, pain, burns. Fluff ending though!

-Asnyox

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but it happened. You were on your way to Bunker 9 when a monster attacked you. You came out alive, but not unscratched. You were distraught to say the least. A buzzing sound had invaded your ears and you were sure that it didn’t come from whatever attack you. You had hit it hard, it must have turned to dust or fled. You were not sure, though. Your vision was dark, black. You could not open your eyes? The monster had spit something in your face and it burned.

Suddenly you felt yourself get hoisted up. Panic took over as you pulled yourself away, falling backwards into a tree. ‘(Y/n), it’s me, it’s Leo,’ the faraway voice of Leo called, ‘Gods, you’re hurt let me help.’ You didn’t move this time as he helped you up, ‘Here, put your weight on my shoulder, I just- What were you doing out here?’ He exclaimed.

You wanted to answer him, tell him you were looking for him but with every movement pain flashed across your face. ‘I was going to you,’ you took a deep breath, ‘Ah! It- hurts,’ you choked out as you lifted your hand to your face. Your wrist was quickly caught by Leo. ‘No, no, no, amor, don’t do that right now. Whatever is on your face should not be touched more. C’mon we need to get you to the infirmary.’ You followed his lead, putting some more weight on his shoulder.

‘How is (Y/n)?’ Leo inquired as soon as Will got out of the infirmary. ‘I am not sure. Whatever hit them it burned their eyes. We need to see if they’ll be able to see again, however (Y/n) will live.’ The blonde said carefully. ‘They might go blind?’ a beep invaded Leo’s ears. ‘We’re not sure.’ Will answered looking at the latino with sympathy, although he realized that this would not help much.

‘Leo?’ Will asked, trying to bring the poor boy to his senses.

It was his fault.

His.

Fault.

If it was not for him, you wouldn’t have been in the forest. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be in the battle. If it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t have been hurt.

‘Can it be fixed?’ he whispered. ‘I’m sorry? What was that?’ the beeping in Leo’s ears got louder with the second. He was going deaf while you might go blind. He should have picked you up, taken the hit. He should have been there.

‘Can it be fixed? Their vision.’ Leo looked at Will and saw the doctor's eyes widen. ‘(Y/n) might not go blind, you know. But if it happens, we won’t be able to fix it here. You will need actual surgery or some magic.’ Will explained, slowly moving towards the boy, ‘But most of all, if anything happens, (Y/n) will need you, alright.’ Will put his hand on Leo’s shoulder and squeezed it.

Would you though? Will you even forgive him for letting you go into the woods alone? Should you even forgive him?

No. He does not deserve that. You were better off before him, not looking for him, not in the forest on your way to bunker 9, his bunker.

‘Hey, man, how about you go see if (Y/n) is awake?’ Leo was vaguely aware of the fact that he nodded and Will left. The latino walked into the infirmary and looked for your bed. ‘You’re here for (Y/n), right?’ Austin asked him, and his face must’ve told him that he was because Austin pointed towards a bed surrounded by white curtains, ‘For some privacy.’ Austin explained, but it fell to deaf ears as Leo moved to your bed.

As he moved the curtains, the first thing he saw were bandages. Most of your head was bandaged, which shouldn’t be surprising yet it shock filled Leo’s body. He gasped as he saw redness seep through the bandages. When did it become so hard to breath?

‘Leo? Is that you?’ your voice softly rang out. Leo shook his head, closing his eyes. This was his fault, everything was his fault. His mom- and now you and-

Leo turned around and ran away. He couldn’t be here, not now. He did not want to lose you, he did not want you to be hurt, he did not- He gasped for breath as he entered bunker 9, closing the door behind him he fell on his knees.

He did not take care of you, as he always wanted to. He was cursed only to bring pain to his loved ones.

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‘Hey, Lee, how’s your project going?’ You walked into Bunker 9 looking for the latino boy. Perhaps he was not here after all? Though Nyssa seemed pretty sure he would be here. ‘Everything is coming along nicely,’ The answer echoed from behind a set of iron bars. Walking towards the sound you saw the mess it was. How could he find anything in this mess?

‘Good to hear,’ you turned the corner ‘You know you should really-’ ‘Look out!’ You hit your head on the ground, while all the air got knocked out of your lungs. ‘Oof,’ You smelled something burning.

‘Shit, are you alright?’ you felt Leos hands help you up and you looked him in his eyes. ‘No, why would I be?’

Leo was quick to look you over, checking for any bruising. You let out a laugh, finding the panicked look in his eyes just wonderful. ‘Don’t worry Valdez, I am fine. I can take more than a hit from your creations.’ ‘Don’t scare me like that, (Y/n).’ he scolded you.

‘Well, if anything you scared me.’ you stuck out your tongue, ‘Anyways, as I was saying, You should really take a break.’ Leo turned around to look at what he was working on. ‘I mean, probably.’ He turned back to you, shooting you an impish grin ‘But aren’t I supposed to be taking care of you instead? Be the loving boyfriend for once?’ You feigned a thoughtful look, tapping your finger on your chin. ‘Well, you could try, but you can’t take care of me without taking care of yourself, ya know.’

Leo let out a laugh. ‘Perhaps if at some point you're in worse shape than me, I will get my chance.’ ‘We’ll see about that, McShizzle.’

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You weren’t fully blind, you could only see the world in orange and black contrasts. It could very well have been worse, however this did still leave you a lot to get accustomed to. Leo promised to be there every step of the way.

‘Hey, (Y/n), let me just get the shirt right.’ Leo stopped your arms from moving any further, before he pulled the shirt all the way down. ‘There we go, have you brushed your teeth yet?’

You let out a sigh, feeling heavy in your stomach. ‘I didn’t but you don’t have to help me Leo.’ you said as you sat still on your bed.

‘I want to help you!’ Leo exclaimed as he softly grabbed your hands, his warm fingers feeling soothing against your skin.

‘Well, I have to learn to do this eventually on my own, Valdez,’ you shrugged, ‘and you shouldn’t be doing this because you are feeling guilty. It was not your fault.’ This is a conversation that happens often now. You knew he felt guilty for letting you down, and he knew you wouldn't want him to.

‘I am not doing this out of guilt.’ You could just imagine Leo’s shoulder slump, ‘I am doing this out of love.’ ‘But you were doing it out of guilt, and you are doing it out of guilt and-’ you felt a stone settle in your throat, ‘and I am not worth your love anymore. You can do better than this, you can move on.’ you took a deep breath, trying to press down the tears you knew where coming.

‘I don’t want to, mi vida,’ Leo’s hands moved up your arms as he slowly moved to hold your face, ‘(Y/n), listen to me. I know this is hard, but I want to be here, okay?’ Leo’s voice cracked slightly, and he took a deep breath, ‘I need you to understand that what happened was hard, but it is harder on you than on me. I need you to know that I am doing this because I love you, I want to, and I want to love you. So please, just let me help you.’ His warm hands cupped your face, and you felt them slowly move as you nodded.

‘Alright, let’s get you ready.’ he softly said, as he pressed a kiss on your forehead. You smiled lightly, somehow feeling blessed that through all this you had Leo at your side. Somehow, knowing he would help you until you could actually fetch for yourself, and then he would only strengthen you. Life would never be the same, but luckily for you love is blind.

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#woops i did it again #finally #its been 60 years #leo valdez xreader #leo x reader #leo valdez x you #self insert #pjo xreader #pjo fanfic #asja #asja writes #requests #all the requests #angst #coi #cabinofimagines #admin asnyox

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psyduck-studies · 2 years

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What books have you read lately?

I've read a couple! I read Cemetery Boys (Aiden Thomas), Phantom of the Opera (Gaston Leroux), The Atlas Six (Olivie Blake), and Song of Achilles (Madeline Miller). I also tried to read We Hunt the Flame (Hafsah Faizal), The Ten Thousand Doors of January (Alix E. Harrow), and The Midnight Library (Matt Haig) but couldn't get into them. Under the cut is my review of each book! I'll try to keep each review as short as possible since my reviews are, like, super long lol.

Cemetery Boys ★★★★☆

At first I had no idea what Cemetery Boys would be about. I assumed that it was a book from the early 2000s that focused on two white boys falling in love so I didn't think much of it. I was originally going to read it during the second half of June, when the book club book had changed but I didn’t read it because I just didn’t feel like it. Then July came, and Cemetery Boys was still the book club pick so then I was like, ‘maybe I’ll pick it up. We’ll see.’ On the night of July 26(?) I guess I was either procrastinating on an art commision or bored enough so I went to see if there was an audiobook version of the book and unfortunately, there wasn’t(at least a free one). So I went to read the PDF myself. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw the book open up with two brown boys on the cover, a snippet of a mexican folk song, and names like Yadriel and Maritza.

The book was so engaging! There was rarely a moment where I wanted to put the book down. The dialogue and the family dynamic feels so real and I really enjoyed that. It’s not that often where I see latino families in american media. Even small things like Maritza and Yadriel sharing food was super cute and something I could see myself doing with my siblings and my mom.

I love the way that the magic system reflects latino culture and how it enforces gender roles and the hesitancy to engage with anything or anyone that strays from the binary. I really loved all the cultural latino things in the book.

ok so my original review is like, three pages on a word doc so i'll just cut to the bit where i talk about the end!

The climax of the book feels like something straight out of a disney movie and I mean that in a bad way; It was a little too cartoonishly evil for my suspension of disbelief. I don’t know, it was just a little too much.

The scene where they reunite felt a little too fanfiction-y and by that I mean it was super cheesy. Like, I don’t know what it is but I can totally believe that this kid can see spirits and release them to the other side but running out of his hospital room to see his boyfriend? Now that’s a little too fanfiction-y for me.

Even though I wasn’t a huge fan of the ending, I don’t think it dragged everything else down with it. I still really enjoyed the book and would probably recommend this book.

Phantom of the Opera ★★★☆☆

I thought it was an okay book. The section about Christine and Raoul’s childhood is what made the book boring to me. I feel like I zoned out half the time (I was listening to an audiobook). I don’t know what it was, maybe I just found Erik’s antics much more interesting. Besides that, it was alright! The best parts of the book were when Erik was messing with everyone and fucking shit up.

I thought that it was interesting that the book was narrated by someone who wasn’t involved in the story but was investigating, researching it, and piecing together people’s perspective on what happened. Something I noticed was that all the deaths, if I’m remembering correctly, were off screen—which makes sense since they’re not alive to tell their story to the detective narrating the book.

The book’s ending was a bit lackluster mostly because I thought it was going to end with everyone dying or enduring some sort of death, whether it be Christine’s career ending or the romantic feelings between Christine and Raoul fading. Another way I thought things might go down was if Raoul would have tried to shoot Erik but ended up shooting Christine, who in my head, would have been standing behind him. With the guilt and shame Raoul would have had, he would end things like Romeo and Juliet. The whole idea of them getting shot partly stems from the whole “if a gun shows up in act 1, it must go off by act 3” theatre thing. Like, yeah, a gun was already set off when Raoul thought he saw Erik but ended up shooting a cat, but two pistols showed up! I thought maybe they would be set off in the climax of the book. Maybe I got a little too excited when Erik was dressed as the Red Death, which was a reference to Edgar Allen Poe’s short story Mask of the Red Death—in which (spoiler ahead) everyone dies in the end.

The Atlas Six ★★★★☆

It’s definitely fun going into things without knowing anything. It makes everything feel like a surprise. I love that this book had queer characters, characters of color, magical elements, and alternating POVs—all very pleasant surprises!

I know others online have described this book as having dark academia vibes, but it specifically gave me House of Anubis vibes... if everyone from the show was bitchy, mean to each other, and didn’t trust anyone else (which I wasn’t a huge fan of. Like, they were supposed to be adults but they were all just not working together. I get they have trust issues but like jeez it got a bit annoying).

Even though the ending felt a little off, I would definitely recommend this book!

Song of Achilles ★★★★☆

I didn't write a review for this one but I remember that the ending was cute! From what I can remember it was a good book and I enjoyed reading it.

#books #booklr #studyblr #psyduck-studies #cemetery boys #phantom of the opera #atlas six #song of achilles

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elloello!! just popping in for a second to comment on your review on the movie encanto, as i myself am latino and the comments you made specifically about abuela are quite offensive.

the movie in its whole is trying to teach a lesson about generational healing as well as generational trauma. in latino families, its very common in some families for the grandparents to have some form of trauma which then their trauma and extremely toxic environment gets passed down to their children and so on and so forth. in my experience, being in a family with generational trauma is absolutely suffocating and scary because if you talk about your feelings? you get beat. try to make things better? get beat.

and its so frustrating and it really feels like a hit to the stomach when white people (to my assumption, please tell me if youre not!!) trash on abuela without the information or context on just how REAL the situation is for millions and millions of latinos- minus all the magic of course. except for one crucial, special detail- mirabel forgives abuela.

mirabel forgiving abuela after abuela realizes all shes done to effect her family is like a DREAM to so many Latinos! because the alternative- mirabel not forgiving abuela and instead abandoning her family as many white people suggest- wouldnt change anything. the rest of her family would still be living in a place of generational trauma, and mirabel would just be another outcast like bruno. and GOD dude, us latinos are just so f-ckin tired of being shown what we thought was our fate, to abandon our family. this movie has given me and millions of latinos hope that there is an alternative ending for us.

and keep in mind as well, family is EXTREMELY important in many latino and Hispanic countries! this is less so in countries that are predominantly white because as of modern day people in predominantly white countries are taught to live by their own terms more often than to pay mind to traditions. this is why mirabel was so quick to forgive abuela. because she truly cares for her and she didnt wanna leave her family despite what abuela has done to the family. this isnt nessicarily a bad thing either since abuela apologized.

thats pretty much all i have to say thus far. id like to ask you to delete the post about abuela if thats alright? i understand that your words came from a place of ignorance and lack of information on Latino culture, but now that you do know, its really really uncomfortable and disturbing to see.

~krabs :]

hello krabs!!! im sorry if i came off ignorant or offending to you. i myself don't know much about the latino culture and it was wrong of me to rant about it without any knowledge.

i will take down the post! i also am sorry if i offended you or anyone else who saw that post. that was not my intention and i made a mistake on my part. im so sorry /gen

#sunnie's talk room #krabs my darling #i also am not white (do i seem white?? idk /nm)#im asian so i can see where your coming from on how people offend your culture #im not saying me and you are the same #im saying that you defending your culture is definitely something i would not have the courage to do #bc i have no confidence ^^#thank you for this krabs!!!#long post

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shadow-assassin-blix · 3 years

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Stitches

Benny Miller x reader/you

Continuing the Shawn Mendes Song Fic. Santiago is next and then I’ll be moving onto another band/theme. Uh. Some fights. Nothing really too extreme here. Enjoy.

Everything Tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

I thought that I've been hurt before

But no one's ever left me quite this sore

Benny was watching an MMA tournament, checking out his competition for his tournament next month. Will was there with him, watching the matches with his keen eyes. Benny was… easily distracted to say the least. He smiled flirtatiously at many women who passed by him. At one point he noticed a group of women, standing off to the side. Most of them had a guy with them, all except one.

As he looked at her, he could tell she looked extremely bored. She had her arms crossed; her foot was tapping. She kept checking her phone for either the time or something to give her an escape.

After a moment, a guy joined her, handing her a clear solo cup of beer. She smiled tensely at him and would duck under his arm anytime he tried to wrap it around her. She eventually, handed the drink to one of her girlfriends, and said something to excuse herself. He watched as she walked over to the concession stand. That was when he decided to make his move.

Your words cut deeper than a knife

Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

You were idly standing by the concession stand, pretending to look over the menu. You were not thrilled to be there, and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

While you were standing there, a guy stood nearby you. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. You noticed he was pretty handsome. Brown hair, blue eyes, a light amount of scruff, and well built.

“Having a hard time deciding what to get?” You hear him ask, as he stepped a little closer, so you could hear him.

“Oh yeah. So hard to chose between popcorn, a corndog, or a hotdog. What would you recommend?” You asked, chuckling at the situation.

“Uhh. Nothing from here. I would recommend only eating this food, if you had a lot of liquor and no taste buds left,” He joked scratching the back of his head.

You crinkled your nose in slight disgust.

“I’m Benny. What’s your name?” He asked.

You tell him yours and he smiled brightly.

“So. Don’t take this the wrong way, but this doesn’t seem to be your scene? Or rather… you don’t look thrilled to be here,” He gently probed, wanting to know.

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

Oh, you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain

“Oh. Um. Blind date. I hate it. Him. He’s rather touchy, and he’s just boring. My friends thought this was a good idea. After my ex broke up with me because I “wasn’t there enough.” I’m a med student. Sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you,” She informed him with an eyeroll.

“Oh? Med student? Nice. Good to know,” He teased.

“How is that good to know?” She questioned, staring at him confused.

“I’m a fighter. Uh. I have a tournament next month. So, I’m here with my brother to check out my competition. It’s nice to know a pretty doctor is all,” Benny tells her, feeling slightly awkward, thinking he overstepped.

She shook her head with a small smile, thinking he was cute.

“A fighter eh? You any good?” She asked him, biting her lip.

“Come to my tournament next month. You’ll see. Maybe I can…take you to dinner after?” Benny asked charmingly.

She smiled, looking down. She looked over at her group of friends who were apparently waiting on her. She pulled out her phone, quickly unlocking it.

“Put your number in, and text me the details,” She requested.

Benny gave her a 1000-watt smile, as he input his number, sending a text to himself, and saving himself as a contact.

He felt his phone buzz as he received the messaged.

“I’ll see ya then,” Benny stated, pressing a kiss to her cheek quickly.

He ran back over to his brother and looked back to see her still standing where he left her. Her hand was gently touching where he kissed her, and he could see her smiling softly.

Will simply rolled his eyes and shook his head at him.

Your bitter heart cold to the touch

Now I'm gonna reap what I sow

It had been a week since that day, and you were nervous as you stared at your phone. You wanted to talk to Benny again. You didn’t want to wait a month. You opened up the chat he created, laughing at the name he gave himself.

“Hot Stuff”

You sent him a message simply saying ‘hi.’

Seconds later you got a response. ‘hey! How are you?’

‘I’m well. I... hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time? I just wanted to talk to you again’

‘Oh really? How did the rest of your date go with Mr. Boring?’

‘It didn’t. I ran when he went to the bathroom. He apparently thinks it was a magical date. I told him I wasn’t ready for anything more.’

‘lol. Poor guy. Shame he couldn’t see that you hated it. His loss is my gain tho’

‘Oh. Is that so? What did you gain, besides someone to tend to your wounds?’

‘A beautiful girlfriend? If you’re interested?’

She paused at that. She could feel her face warm up a bit. She bit her lip as she typed out her response.

‘Wouldn’t that imply you have to take me on a few dates before receiving that title?’

‘What are you doing for the next 3 weekends up till my fight?’

She laughed at that before typing out a response.

I'm left seeing red on my own

Got a feeling that I'm going under

The month passed by quickly. Benny had taken you out every weekend: movies, lunch/dinner, walks around the park. He made every date feel relaxed and easy. You didn’t feel like you had to be on guard or put on a façade. He made you forget about all about your dumb ex and was very supportive of your learning.

One date, he actually helped you create flashcards and study for an upcoming exam. Something Brian would never do. He always felt that the attention should be 100% on him, and to hell with your education.

Benny even made copies of your study notes, so he could quiz you randomly throughout the day. Something you appreciated greatly, because it kept the info fresh in her mind. When the exam day came around, Benny sent you flowers and candy wishing you luck. About 2 hours later, you were turning the test in online, which automatically gave you a score. 100%.

You immediately called Benny, excited, “Benny! I aced it! Thank you so much for your help!”

“Congrats baby! I knew you would ace it! Shall we… celebrate? I’ll bring over food, and we can watch movies?” He offered somewhat shyly.

“Yes! I would love that! But wait… Weren’t you supposed to hang out with your brother and friends tonight?” You asked thinking back to a previous conversation.

“I could cancel with them, it’s not a big deal,” Benny said nonchalantly.

“No. Don’t do that. They are your family. How about we celebrate after your fight on Saturday?” You countered, not wanting him to change his plans just for you.

“Alright. If you’re sure?” He asked wanting to confirm.

“I’m sure. Bye babe,” You tell him as you hang up.

“Bye!” He chirped.

But I know that I'll make it out alive

If I quit calling you my lover

Saturday rolled around fast, and after a rush of getting your badge that gave you VIP access, you were searching for someone familiar. As you were searching, a blonde man appeared before you.

“Hey Doc. I’m Will. C’mon. Benny wants to see you, seems to think you’ll bring him good luck,” Will’s voice was slightly deeper and raspier than Benny’s.

As you looked at him, you could see the resemblance between the two of them. You followed him toward the back, where the locker rooms were located. He led you down a hallway and to a room about midway. Benny was in the middle of bandaging his hands, rather poorly.

“Stop. I have no idea what you’re doing but stop,” You command moving forward.

You grabbed the bandages, undoing his work.

“No wonder you keep busting your hands. Who taught you how to wrap?” You asked him as you wrapped them properly.

You heard several chuckles.

“We keep telling him, but he refuses to listen,” Came a deep voice to your right.

You glance at the man, one of two Latino men who stood nearby. The one who talked was the kind who looked painfully handsome and knew it. The other, who wore a cap, looked sweet and was shaking his head at the scene he was seeing.

“You’re legit the only person he’s ever let touch those wraps. Us? The men he spent years in the army with? Oh no. We know nothing,” He teased, lightly shoving Benny.

“You should listen to them more often. They were correct,” You lightly admonished as you finished wrapping both of his hands.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be on my side!” Benny exclaimed, as he tested his hands, making fists.

“Says who?” You asked him teasingly. “So, who is on the lineup?”

Will handed you the list of fighters that were supposed to be there. As you looked at the list, you noticed the first fight Benny had was against Brian Holden… Your ex.

You snorted. Loudly.

Move on

Needle and the thread

“What? What’s so funny?” Benny asked watching her reaction.

“Just... do me a favor. Your first fight? Make sure you not only win, but make sure it hurts,” She requested handing the list back to Will.

He glanced at the list and chuckled when he recognized the name. The match was in a few minutes and he had a feeling he was going to enjoy it.

Gotta get you outta my head

Gonna wind up dead

They walked out and as Benny was announced, you and the guys made your way to your seats upfront. Benny got in the cage with your ex and you were snickering.

Will leaned over as the fight began, and stated, “He really likes you, you know?”

You turned to face with a smile, “I like him a lot too. He makes me very happy.”

“He… he falls pretty hard, pretty fast. Do me a favor? Don’t break his heart, yeah?” Will requested.

“I don’t plan too,” You assured him, turning your attention back to the match, to cheer Benny on.

“WHOOOO! GO BENNY!” You cheered as Benny landed several hits onto Brian.

“They don’t allow chairs, or anything do they?” You asked all of three of them.

The three of them laughed, before Frankie, as you found out, “No. It’s not wrestling. It’s MMA, there is a bit more class here.”

“Damn. Oh well,” You said, in mock disappointment.

The fight took about 15 minutes and Benny came out on top. As Benny stepped out, he walked over to them and you hugged him in congrats.

“You did great!” You tell him.

You looked him over really quickly and noticed he had a busted lip.

“Ooh. Ouch. Does that hurt?” You ask him, digging into your bag.

He goes to answer but stopped when he watches you pull out a small med-bag.

“You.. came prepared I see?” Benny noted with a smile.

“Just… some small things. Is that weird?” You asked concerned.

“No. No it’s not weird. Let’s get to the locker room and you can tend to me,” Benny tells her appreciating the gesture.

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees (falling on my knees)

A couple hours later, and few more scrapes, the tournament was over. Benny came in first and was super happy. The five of you made your way to a local bar, and order food and drinks.

“So. What do ya think of my fighting skills now?” Benny asked taking a drink of beer, basking in his win.

“Mh. You’re good. Could be better,” You teased, hiding your smile in your drink.

“OhHo! What?” Benny exclaimed pulling you to him, his hands running up your sides, tickling you.

You laughed loudly, as you squirmed away.

“Brian used to make me watch all sorts of MMA tournaments. Said it helped him get in the zone or something. I always thought it was kind of boring to be honest,” You admitted once he finally stopped.

“And now?” Benny prompted.

“I… could find a reason or two to find it enjoyable… So long as I’m not patching you up every time you forget to dodge or block a very obvious punch,” You stated with a raised eyebrow.

The guys laughed at that and as Benny dramatically clutched at his heart.

As they talked, someone strolled up next to you.

“Thought you hated fighting?” Came the somewhat nasally voice of your ex, Brian.

“No. I thought it was boring because you never bothered to explain anything. Plus. You always felt the need to interrupt my study time with a match that I just ‘had to watch.’ There’s a difference,” You replied annoyed, not even bothering to look at him.

“Don’t be a bitch. So, what you are with this asshole now?” Brian questioned, grabbing you and making you turn.

You moved to shove his hand off of you, but Will got in between you two, shoving him away. Benny also, moved to place you behind him.

“Get out. You put your hands on her again, and a busted nose will be the least of your concerns,” Will threatened.

Brian turned, acting like he was going to leave before, he swiftly turned back throwing a punch. Will dodged easily. All four of them were gearing up for a throw down but you were sick of it already.

You reached into your medical bag and pulled out your scalpel.

“BRIAN!” You shouted his name to get his attention.

He turned to you and paused when he saw the knife in your hand.

“As you very well know, I am very good with this small sharp object. Get away from me now. Stay away from me. Or I will CUT you,” You warned him brandishing it to him.

He stared at you for a moment before quickly moving away, tripping over a chair as he did so.

You put the knife back into your bag, and all four of the guys stared at you.

“What?” You asked innocently.

Benny reacted first, with loud laughter. “That… that was hot. Terrifying. But hot.”

The others shook their heads and retook their seats.

“Appears, your girl doesn’t need a knight Benny. She can handle herself quite well,” Santi remarked.

“Yeah. She’s more of a knight than you are,” Frankie teased.

“Oh yeah. What does that make me then?” Benny demanded as he pressed a kiss to your face, wrapping his arms around you.

You looked at the guys, and they you, all four of you stating at the same time, “Jester.”

You all laughed at Benny’s pout, and you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“But a very cute Jester,” You try to placate.

“That sounds too similar to “very cute moose,”” He said suspiciously.

“You… remember that line from Princess Diaries 2? Really?” You asked with a giggle.

“It was the funniest part of the movie,” He mumbled looking away.

“Wait… You got him to watch what now?” Santi asked.

The rest of the evening was spent talking about some of your previous dates, while the guys told you funny stories.

You enjoyed the evening and looked forward to more dates and nights out with all of them. Benny came into your life unexpectantly but you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

And now that I'm without your kisses (without you)

I'll be needing stitches (and I'll be needing stitches)

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help (begging baby please)

#benny miller #benny miller x reader #Triple Frontier #song fic

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ilueuri · 3 years

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ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʷᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ

𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: Before Bill’s wedding. He has a talk with the girl he onced loved. The girl who’s now his brothers fiance. It would only take three little words.

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Charlie Weasley/Bonnie Daniels~~Bill Weasley/Bonnie Daniels

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The Burrow was always a place Bonnie could call home. It was always a chaotic sight that she loved. She hated boring. Which is why she guessed she became a curse breaker and moved to Romania with her boyfriend now fiance Charlie.

It was a bustle to finish set up for Bill’s wedding this time. Bonnie walked the perimeter of the property. Mumbling quick boundary and protection spells. It all connected to a bracelet on her wrist. Silver chain with a blue crystal, that would glow if the spells if the wards where being pushed against.

“Bonnie. Dear!” Arthur Weasley waved his arms to grab the Latino’s attention. “Yes, Mr. Weasley?” Bonnie quickened her pace to meet Arthur half-way.

“Charlie’s looking for you. Him and Bill are by the shed.”

Bonnie nodded and mumbled a thanks. Bee lining towards the shed bunkered by the edge of the east wall of the house. Charlie was cutting wood while Bill leaned against the shed wall.

“Boys,” she greeted. Charlie immediately looked up and grinned. “Angel,” he set down the axe and tried to place his arm around his fiance. Bonnie dodged and giggled, “no your sweaty.” Charlie pouted which causing Bonnie to snicker.

She backed up a few paces. Charlie groaned but accepted defeat. Childishly. Bonnie nudged Bill with her foot. Bringing the oldest Weasley out of their head.

“Hey, Bon.”

“William.”

Bill stared into Bonnie’s dark brown eyes. Small specks of gold reflecting. Bonnie eyes furrowed and she frowned.

“Why are you brooding, William. You are going to be a married man tomorrow.”

“I’m not brooding.”

“Yes, you are, that’s your i’m thinking deep. Brooding face.”

Bill rolled his eyes, ghosting a smile. Bonnie grinned, “I still can’t believe you’re getting married. Fleur a lucky women.” Bonnie clicked her tongue, “and you’re a lucky men. She’s gorgeous.”

Bill nodded absentmindedly, “yeah, lucky.”

Charlie coughed. Bring the attention back to himself. “Well. I think it’s best to head in. Bonnie help me with this would ya. Please.”

Bonnie placed a hand on Bill’s shoulder, “don’t be such a brooder, William.” Bill placed his hand over hers and nodded, “yeah. okay.” Bonnie smiled before following after Charlie, using magic to save him from having carry all the wood.

Bill watched as the couple left. He loved Fleur. And she loved him. But as noirette bounced after his brother he wished he was Charlie. So he could go to bed at night with Bonnie Daniels.

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𝘖𝘩, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦?

Bill could remember moment from moment. Detail from detail of his time spent with Bonnie Daniels. The late night talks of career paths. The duels. The games of gobblestones. The morning in the Great Hall. The back and back fighting of the curse vaults. The planning, the reassurances before each mission. The simple times where settling down was miles and miles away.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯

It was exactly two hours, ten minutes, and 56 second until the wedding. Bill was dressed in his formal robes. Glancing over his appearance in the mirror. Running his fingers over his scars.

“I told you to stop brooding.”

Bill glanced over. The door closed behind Bonnie. She looked beautiful. Signature red lipstick. Black and white spotted dress. Perfect curled hair. He shook his head. Bonnie exaggerated a sigh. Brushing past him to sit on the couch.

“You’re going to be fine William. Nothing going to go wrong.”

“You know you’re really the only one that calls me that.” Off topic. But Bill didn’t want to talk about the wedding with Bonnie. It would signify a change what little hope that Bonnie could ever be his.

It shouldn’t matter. Bill should just be glad he had a person like Bonnie. Lover or not. Someone to rely on.

Bonnie shrugged, “it’s special. Most people call you Bill. It’s nice to one of the people allowed to call you William.”

𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯

One hours, five minutes, and twenty-one second.

“Well before we go out. Any last confessions you wanna make before you tied down to a beautiful french women.”

Bill softly laughed, “confessions that would ruin a marriage before it even began.”

“Nah. Confession that would be considered alright for the next five minuets.”

Bill sighed and glanced down at her. Bonnie stared back, “why are you looking at me like that?” She cast her eyes down and tapped her fingers against her wrist.

“You’re beautiful.”

“That’s you confession? That i’m pretty. That’s lame.”

“If I wasn’t marring Fleur and you weren’t engaged to my brother. I image a universe where we’re together. And I would be very happy in that world.”

Bonnie sucked in a breath, “big confession.”

Bill nodded, “big confession.”

~≋~≋~≋

𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯

Bonnie stared into Bill’s eyes. A wedding bouquet clasp her hands. The last confession that would never leave the room was on her mind. She stared at Charlie now. Stood right behind Bill. He gave her a cheesy grin. Giving Bonnie a reason why she choose and fell in love with Charlie and out of love with Bill.

Maybe in another life she would be walking down the isle. Tired and excited, ready to start somewhere with Bill. But it was Fleur walking down the isle and in a few months, after the war it would be her walking down the isle. Ready to take hands with Charlie.

~≋~

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰

“Dance?”

Bonnie gulped down the rest of her drink. She glanced around the tent. Charlie was over the side talking to Fleur. She nodded. Taking Bill’s hand. His hand. Two times bigger and fit with his rugged appearance of callous and small scars. Similars to Charlie’s.

A soft melody was playing. Bill brought her closer resting a hand on her upper back, grasping her hand with his other. She placed her hand on his bicep.

𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?

“So.” To break the silence as the two danced in a small circle on the dance floor. Bonnie began.

“So.”

“If you go back to where you once fell in love with me. Which one would you choose.”

Bill twirled her around. Bringing her in the danger line of the dance being more than something sweet between two friends.

“In fourth year. When we’re duling for Rakepick and you chose me. And how happy you looked when you won.”

“When I actually beat you and you didn’t let me when?”

“I tried my hardest.”

“Good.”

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

The song came to a slow stop. Bonnie sucked in a breath. “Congratulation, William. Truly. I hope you live a happy life with Fleur.”

“And with you will Charlie.” Bill leaned close a placed a delicate kiss on her cheek. They both nodded. Bowing and curtseying in finish.

Both thinking of the universe where this was this their marriage. But it wasn’t and the thoughts of what could happen will stop. This finally dance was end of everything the could blossom between them two.

𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰

Bonnie walked over to Charlie. Just as Bill walked back to Fleur. She accepted the hug he gave her and kiss placed on her lips. Bonnie smiled.

“What?’ Charlie glanced at her face. Mirroring her smile.

“Nothing. I’m just. Can’t for this to be us.”

Charlie nodded. “I can’t wait for you to be my wife. And me your husband.”

Bonnie decided in that moment that the universe chose this path for her. And Bonnie was a hundred percent okay with it.

𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰?

Bill walked over to Fleur. At peace with him and Bonnie. Because like she said before he was married to a person who loved him wholly just as he will and does lover her.

“I love you, Bill,” Fleur with her heavy, cute, French accent.

He smiled. Whispering, “I love you too, Fleur.”

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

As Bill danced with Fleur and Bonnie watched from the sidelines with Charlie. They caught each other eyes. A silent conversation. Both letting go of each other.

Never once having shared anything but a love confession and kiss. But love worked in way no one could see and they both were letting go and choosing to be with the person that would make they as happy as they would be if they where together.

Always remembering the nights and moment of adventures and memories. With the aspect of Hogwarts being the place where they would go to be one.

𝔈𝔫𝔡

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angel-tries-to-write · 4 years

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Rating: Teen and and up, mild sexual content Pairing: Mac x gender neutral reader (at least I tried) Word count: 3692

You've been dancing around each other for years, time to shine now. I suck at summaries, if you hadn't noticed yet.

You two have been teasing each other forever. Okay, maybe not forever, but definitely since you've met for the first time. You've been recruited to CIA by Matty Webber straight from college and a couple of years later you were offered a job in Phoenix Foundation, where she had transferred earlier. Director Webber wanted to have you in her team, so it was obvious that sooner or later you were going to meet the other agents. Especially this particular agent, whose blue eyes and smug grin made your heart jump a little in a way you didn't like, and you didn't know whether you wanted to punch him or kiss him. Both were really tempting. None of you seemed to be aware of the fact, that you couldn't even talk like normal people. Every one of your conversations just had to become the aggressive flirting that you were oblivious of. Not even constant 'get a room!'s managed to give you a hint of what you were exactly doing. Well, there just had to come the time when things started to get out of the hand.

You loved missions which required wearing a formal dress, heavy make-up and attending a fancy party. You liked blending in, pretending to be someone else and having way more fun than you were supposed to. Currently you were sitting by the bar, sipping slowly some probably expensive drink, which you almost spat out when a man sat nearby. The characteristic smell of his cologne gave you goosebumps, made your knees weak and sent a strike of heat into your lower abdomen. You knew that scent very well, it was sandalwood. One of your big turn-ons. No one said it was going to be an easy mission. You tried to breathe, but it wasn't helping at all, luckily, the man hadn't stayed nearby for long. He ordered his drink and went away right after getting it, only then you could let out a sigh of relief. It'd be better to keep that secret. The universe, on the other hand, had different plans.

A few minutes later Mac and Jack identified the target of your mission. They've been chasing it currently and you'd gladly help if you wore some comfortable shoes. Or at least you could run more carelessly, without having to mind your steps. You joined them only when they lost the track of the target. You walked into the almost empty room and you felt the same feeling you had at the bar. That familiar scent again.

“Don't waste your time, (y/n), we already checked there” said Dalton, trying to hide how disappointed he was.

“Who do we even chase?” you asked. That couldn't be a coincidence that you smelled this cologne here.

“This man” Mac showed you a photo of the man you've seen earlier at the bar. Bingo! That's why you smelled his cologne.

“Well, then he has to be here” you entered the room and looked around. The faint scent seemed to be stronger by one of the walls. You looked closely and saw a narrow chink in the wall, hidden under the decorative wallpaper. Clever, Mr. Bad Guy, but not clever enough. “There. Something is here.”

The two agents exchanged a surprised look and approached to see what did you find. None of them could understand how did you do that.

“Not bad for you” Mac teased and started to work his magic to open whatever was in this wall.

A few hours later the mission was completed and you were on your way home.

“Hey, (y/n)” Jack spoke suddenly. “How did you find that dude?”

“My secret” you answered, not even opening your eyes you closed a few moments ago.

“Tell me” he pleaded like a kid.

“Fine. I smelled his cologne. It contained sandalwood and it's my favorite scent” you admitted, too tired to resist.

“Isn't it an aphrodisiac?” Riley asked, rising an eyebrow.

“What's that?” asked Jack.

“Basically you smell it and you get horny” explained Bozer, not bothering to be subtle.

“Well, it doesn't work on me this way. I just think it smells nice” you lied, trying to avoid comments. You started to worry that Mac wasn't saying anything, you hoped he was asleep or lost in thoughts, but it wasn't really possible. You bet he was up to something and you were sure you would find out what soon.

A couple of days later Matty called in the team. You were first in the war room, sitting on the armchair and checking something on your phone. You barely noticed the others coming in, except for one person. You first smelled, then felt his presence, finally seeing him. On the armrest of your chair was sitting your favorite blonde boy and he smelled like never before. You could easily identify sandalwood in his new cologne and it smelled so good on him, that you couldn't focus on anything else, feeling your arousal rising.

“(Y/n), are you alright?” you heard Matty's voice. “You seem distracted” she said and you could only imagine how big shit-eating grin Mac had to suppress.

“Sorry. I got a slight concussion on the last mission” you lied easily. “It must've impacted on me a little.”

“So that's how we call Mac from now on? A concussion?” Bozer muttered to Riley and they both chuckled quietly.

“I heard that” you said, sending them your best death glare.

“Girl, I'm just saying you look weird since he entered the room, it's not my fault I'm this observant” typical Boz tried to save his butt as usual.

“Can we focus on the debriefing, please?” you snapped angrily. “Having fun, Macgyver, aren't you?” you growled quietly, making sure he's the only one who heard it.

“You have no idea” he replied, very amused indeed.

After a few days you managed to get used to his new scent, especially after one situation. You were in the field, under the fire, waiting for a bomb to explode and therefore Mac's trap to work. When it went off, you two acted by a pure instinct, he pulled you into his chest and you clung to him, burying your face in his shirt. You regretted it immediately, he smelled like your favorite cologne and sweat with a faint tone of metal and chemicals, which was a surprisingly good mix. Of course you remembered enough biology to know it was no magic or silly love, but a chemical reaction. His pheromones just happened to be very compatible with your nose and brain, which was of course problematic, but not weird or something. And it was easier to tell yourself that, instead of admitting you were in love. Anyway, when you got used to this new scent, it was easier to stay focused. Although you were about to find out, that things were about to get worse. Or maybe better? Depends on the point of view.

It was just a regular celebration of Mac's birthday. Gifts, cake, party in his home. The usual. One thing that was different, was Jack, who made you all participate in a karaoke session. He obviously didn't take 'no' for an answer. The good part of it was that he let everyone pick their song, so you could sorta punish him.

“Come on, (y/n), your turn!” Dalton commanded. You typed the title in the searching bar and everyone groaned?

“Really, dude? Despacito? The most popular and annoying song no one knows lyrics of?” Bozer was clearly unamused.

“I know the lyrics and I think it's beautiful” you protested.

“Do you know it to the point to not watch the screen?” asked Jack and you knew he was up to something.

“I do. But I'm not going to dance, if that's what you're thinking about” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.

“How did you-”

“I just knew” you shrugged. “But I think I might have a little problem, since I don't know the original version, just a cover I adore. And it'll be hard to get an instrumental version for this cover.”

“Then pick a different one, come on, we don't have all night for this” Riley rushed you.

“But I want this one. To make sure Jack will never come up with such a terrible idea again.”

“I can always play for you” offered Mac and you all but Bozer looked at him surprised. “What? I'm not a pro, but I'm also not bad. Besides I think I know which song you have in mind” he said getting up and he took the guitar that was always in his house and everyone simply ignored it. You found the right chords for him and after a few moments Mac was ready.

He started very similarly to the original version, even playing a bit Latino way, pulling the strings separately, not in a classic way.

Comin' over in my direction So thankful for that, it's such a blessin', yeah Turn every situation into heaven, yeah Oh, you are My sunrise on the darkest day Got me feelin' some kind of way Make me wanna savor every moment slowly, slowly

You started with a shyness and hesitation, your cheeks blushed while singing, especially in English. When the Spanish lyrics started, you felt more confident. No one could understand you anyway.

¡Oh! Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal (You, you’re the magnet and I’m the metal) Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan (I’m getting closer and coming up with a plan) Solo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (oh yeah) (Just thinking about it accelerates my pulse) Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal (I’m already enjoying it more than normal) Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más (All of my senses are asking for more) Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro (This has to be done without a hurry)

Despacito (Slowly) Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito (I want to breathe your neck slowly) Deja que te diga cosas al oído (Let me whisper things in your ear) Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo (That you’ll remember when you’re not with me) Despacito (Slowly) Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito (I want to undress you with kisses slowly) Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto (Sign the walls of your labyrinth) Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (And turn your body into a manuscript)

As the song continued, you couldn't tear your eyes off Mac. You knew you were singing for him, that your feelings were flowing through you. The second part of the song was different, however.

The club isn't the best place to find a lover So the bar is where I go Me and my friends at the table doing shots Drinking fast and then we talk slow (despacito) Over and start up a conversation with just me And trust me I'll give it a chance now Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox And then we start to dance, and now I'm singing like

Girl you know I want your love Your love was handmade for somebody like me Come on now follow my lead I may be queasy, don't let me see

Oh boy Ya no hablemos más (Let's not talk anymore) Toma mi cuerpo y frótalo contra ti (Take my body and rub it against you) Ven y sígueme hasta el fin (Come and follow me to the end) Ven, ven y sígueme hasta el fin (Come, come and follow me to the end)

I'm in love with the shape of you We push and pull like a magnet do Although my heart is falling too I'm in love with your body Last night you were in my room And now my bed sheets smell like you Every day discovering something brand new I'm in love with your body

Oh I, oh I, oh I, oh I I'm in love with your body Oh I, oh I, oh I, oh I

Oh, despacito This is how we do it down in Puerto Rico I just wanna hear you screaming, "¡Ay, Bendito!" I can move forever cuando esté contigo (when you are with me) ¡Bailalo! (Dance!) Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito (Step by step, gentle gently) Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito (We’ll get closer, little by little) Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza (When you kiss me with that skill) Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza (I see that you are malice with delicacy)

This part was definitely about Mac, he was just the real life definition of "malicia con delicadeza". Well, you were ready to admit that maybe you would like to do all what the song was about and a lot of more. After this part, the end was just a formality, you didn't actually need it.

Oh I, oh I, oh I, oh I Despacito Oh I, oh I, oh I, oh I Come on, be my baby, oh yeah

You finished the song and finally looked at the others. They were genuinely impressed by either you, Mac or both. Jack was speechless and you thought it was the best thing that could ever happen, at least you could appreciate a few moments of silence before they started to talk. Bozer spoke first, complimenting both of you, the others joined him quickly.

After a few hours of having a good time it was time to say goodnight. Matty left first, then Bozer with Leanna, Riley, and Jack was the last one. You were supposed to leave either, but you wanted to stay and help with the cleaning. No one could convince you to not do that, because you were this type of a friend who would always clean up, even if you were a guest. Besides you felt in the house comfortable enough to not care and just casually start to wash the dishes.

“Are you doing that to spend more time with me?” Mac asked, when he finished his part of the cleaning. You were almost done either.

“Of course not. I really don't like to leave a mess, even if I'm a guest. Besides, I know it's easier to clean up together than on your own” you answered honestly, giving him a smile. You hadn't drunk much, but enough to feel his presence more intensively than usually.

“I appreciate that a lot” he said and started to do something around the kitchen while you finished your job. It was almost like he wanted to spend more time with you.

“You know, I've been thinking... maybe we should go out from time to time? Like... just the two of us” he said after a while.

“Are you asking me for a date?” you looked at him slightly surprised. Was that possible he felt about you the same way you felt about him?

“I guess I am” he looked at you with his adorable puppy expression and you couldn't help but giggle.

“Then I guess I say yes” you answered and before you thought, you quietly added in Spanish: “Besides, you're so cute it's hard to say no.”

“I bet not as cute as you singing that song and thinking no one understands you” he replied also in Spanish and you were grateful you finished washing the dishes, because you would certainly drop whatever was in your hands if they weren't empty. Your face paled, then reddened furiously.

“I... No... It's...” you tried to say something, but words didn't want to form in your head. How could you be naive enough to think he doesn't know Spanish? This golden boy obviously could do everything.

“Hey” he put his hand on yours, but you took it away.

“Stop before I'll do something I'm going to regret” you whispered, looking into his blue eyes.

“Let me do something first.”

“Okay.”

As soon as he heard your permission, Mac leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. That was certainly not something you expected, but you didn't waste your chance and kissed him back. You wanted to both stay and run away, torn between listening to your mind and heart.

“I should be going” you whispered finally between kisses, but clearly not wanting to let him go.

“Stay” Mac pleaded and his fingers ghosted over the skin under the hem of your t-shirt.

“I want to, but I really shouldn't.”

“Baby, it's cold outside” he purred, kissing your neck. You smiled widely but your breath hitched.

“Alright. So where would I sleep?” you asked teasingly, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

“In my bed?” he followed the game, sliding his hands under your clothes.

“But I have no pj's” you smirked, exposing his chest which you traced gently with your fingertips.

“You won't need them” he kissed you hungrily and lifted you up, then carried you to the bedroom. Not that you minded.

When you woke up in the morning, you didn't actually know whether you were supposed to be happy or scared. Or maybe both. Last night was either making your dreams come true, or a total disaster and the end of your friendship. Everything depended on what Mac thought about it. But the blond agent was still asleep, so you got up silently, took his shirt and left the bedroom. You didn't take any of your things, in case Macgyver woke up. You didn't want him to think you vanished and left him all alone. And you were right, by the time you came back with breakfast, he was awake.

“You scared me” he said and yawned.

“Why?” you asked, putting the tray on the nightstand and sitting comfortably in bed before you put in on your lap.

“I woke up and you weren't there. I thought you left, but then I saw your clothes.”

“It would be difficult to go anywhere outside without them” you chuckled, cutting a bit of the pile of pancakes with a fork and then offering it to Mac. “Besides, I didn't even want to go. I was just hungry. And I wanted to think what to do next” you explained, taking another bit yourself.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that we should talk about us. Without teasing and jokes, just seriously talk about our feelings and-”

“I love you.”

These three words silenced you for good. Jack told you once that you and Mac have too big brains for your own's sake and you tend to overanalyze simple stuff. While relationships, according to Dalton, were no quantum physics, these stuff were simple. Well, you could swear physics was more simple than dating. But apparently Mac listened to his friend and decided to think less, act more.

“I... totally didn't expect that” you admitted, still shocked.

“I thought it was obvious. All that flirting, teasing, your favorite cologne... Everyone knew. They told me last night” he said sheepishly.

“You know what they say, "love is blind"? I was so in love that I didn't see anything at all. I seriously want to laugh at my own stupidity” you giggled, trying your best to not spill the coffee. “I was sure that if you ever found out how I feel about you, it would ruin our friendship. I was too focused on hiding my own feelings that I didn't notice yours.”

“We would make a perfect couple” Mac chuckled and kissed you.

“We will make a perfect couple” you corrected him, breaking the kiss. “You don't really think I could give up now? I love you too, Macgyver, whether you like it or not.”

“Oh, I do” he smirked. “Let's eat and I'll show you how much I like it.”

“Sounds fair. Unless you tease me again.”

“I can start to. As soon as we finish” he took the fork you held and fed you with pancakes just like you did before. Once you finished, he unbuttoned his shirt you were wearing and kissed you.

Of course it was the perfect moment for Matty to call. You wanted to suggest he shouldn't answer, but you knew a little too well that she would kill you both.

“Hey, Matty, what's up” Mac answered the phone with a speaker, so you could hear the boss too. He used a very convincing sleepy voice.

“I'm sorry to wake you up, but there's an emergency. Get ready and better be in war room in an hour. Also, do you know anything about (Y/n)? Her phone is dead and she didn't reach her home last night.”

“I'm sure she's fine” he said as you literally held your breath.

“Mac, this is serious, if something happened to her, I will search the whole world until I find her.”

“I mean it, Matty. I assure you she's fine.”

“Do you happen to know something I don't?”

“Maybe...” he tried and you sighed. There was no point in trying to fool her.

“Just don't tell Jack, okay?” you spoke. “And Bozer or Riley.”

“I'll just say it's about time. In this case I guess I can give you two hours” Matty's voice sounded way more amused than you wanted her to be.

“It's fine, we were about to get up anyway” you said embarrassed.

“No, you weren't, don't try to fool me. I know you better than you think and Ican tell you counted on a lazy day in bed.”

“Okay, enough. See you in Phoenix” you said and Mac ended the call, agreeing with you.

“So, we have two hours. I suggest we should use them well” he smirked and for the first time you didn't have the dilemma whether you want to punch him or kiss him. You just leaned in and kissed him hard. These two hours were going to be the best used time in your life. You were sure of it.

A/N: Used song is obviously “Despacito x Shape of You” by my favorite Pentatonix

#macgyver #macgyver 2016 #macgyver cbs #mac x reader #macgyver x reader #my fic

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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years

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Do you think magnus has ever had panic attacks? how do you think alec or his friends (like raphael or cat or ragnor) would react/help?

I'm pretty sure he has, actually. i mean its pretty much impossible not to, with such a long live he's lived and all the trauma he's gone through. we got a glimpse of the kinds of nightmares he has, all the guilt he feels, and the unbearable pressure on his shoulders. he's strong af, but everyone breaks down, and there are parts of him that are still raw, and fragile sometimes

i imagine he's the type that absolutely tries to hide them, the type that feels them coming and is all like "excuse me" and manages to hold it back for exactly the time needed to get somewhere he can hide and break down. but his friends and family are attentive, and they know him, and after a while they start to recognize the signs that Magnus went away to have a panic attack/is about to have one

as for how they react...

Cat: cat is a medical professional, so i imagine she knows the best procedures. keep a distance, count the breaths, talk to him in a soothing voice, walk him through calming down, ask him about the things around him so he can regain his surroundings, etc. then, once he's back to breathing, she slowly comes towards him, asks if she can touch him, and when he says yes, strokes his hair and kisses his forehead. she then goes back and tells everyone Magnus had an emergency, takes him home (even if it takes some convincing to make him agree to leave), and stays the night with him, cuddling, talking about it, or providing a distraction

Ragnor: ragnor is probably a more awkward version of cat. The good thing about him is that he always keeps his cool and acts like whatever's happening is natural, and it's so absurd that Magnus starts laughing waterly and feels a little more at ease, because he's not making a huge fuss. He's like "oh dear, okay, Magnus, you're okay, let's calm down, yeah? breathe with me, in, out... yeah, see, that's not so hard" and it's kind of like ???? why are you so matter of fact about this??, but in a good way. then he probably conjures up Magnus some tea, and either portals him home, or goes back with him and stays by his side, sneakingly stealing the attention with crazy stories so people don't notice Magnus is off

Dot: Dot usually holds his hand, tells him that hes alright, might cheat sometimes by using magic to calm him down a little bit. Then once he's a little calmer, she probably serves as a pretty good distraction, talking to him about other things, playing music, allowing him to just forget until he's ready to open up and tell her what happened

Raphael: Raphael probably struggles a little, because Magnus is his father figure, and it's always a little earth shattering to see your parents breaking down. also, he has this image of himself as someone who struggles to express his feelings because hes not good at verbalizing them (plus autism frequently means his intentions are mistaken by people who don't know him) even if, actually, he's pretty damn good at showing Magnus that he cares. he worries so much about getting him to be okay it's painful, counting his breaths, cupping his face, Magnus, look at me, it's okay, you're okay, hugging him. Magnus might be scared but he'd never lash out at Raphael, so it works. then once Magnus has calmed down Raphael is just speeding around trying to get things for him. here's some water. here's food. can you portal home? I'll make you some food. like he needs to feel useful and also the latino instincts are always person sad = feed them. so he makes Magnus some soup, recipe of his mum that Magnus taught him especially for moments like these, makes him drink water and gets him blankets (gotta be toasty). usually Magnus ends up sleeping, but when he wakes up, Raphael is still there, probably cleaning his loft worriedly because he's like that, but as soon as magnus opens his eyes he's back at his side. are you alright? tell me what happened. and he listens to Magnus very attentively, free of judgement, and it's very heartwarming and reminds Magnus that Raphael cares about him so deeply, that he's not alone

Alec: he can probably never pretend for too long with alec when they arent home because Alec is always like "gotta keep tabs on my husband at all times" so if he disappears alec is immediately searching for him. he usually goes straight for the hug, and it's good, because he's so Big and can envelop Magnus like a cocoon if he wants, hiding him from the world and making him feel like, safe and sated. If sensory overload caused the attack it's particularly great, because it feels like a sensory deprivation chamber and he's just safe and with the right amount of pressure and touch, and Alec always feels nice. And he allows himself to cry on Alec's shoulder, and Alec whispers soothing things. Then Alec either takes him home and cuddles with him until he falls asleep and asks him about it the next day, or, if Magnus asks to go back, he goes with him. Alec understands the feeling of humiliation at having to leave an event because of something like this, and how sometimes, as a leader, or as a downworlder surrounded by shadowhunters, he can't without risking his position or the respect he gets. So he silently goes back with him, always with an appropriate excuse for their disappearance, no matter how long or sudden it was, and somehow even manages to be convincing enough that people dont think they left to fuck. he's a diplomat, after all. he guides Magnus through the rest of the event, making sure to avoid annoying people and to take the lead in conversations so Magnus doesnt have to strain himself emotionally too much. Then he takes Magnus home, helps him out of his clothes and makeup, cuddles with him until he falls asleep, and asks him about it the next day

i loved this ask, btw! It's interesting to think about how each of them would react to that situation and explore their dynamics and how each of them could be helpful. since each of them has a forte, depending on the situation they might call each other - raph, Magnus is too beaten up, can you get here and make some soup?, Alec, Magnus had a breakdown and he can't leave, would you come here?, Cat, we're worried, can you come and calm him down?, etc. Just give Magnus all the supporting network trying their hardest and playing their strengths to help him

#ask #anonymous #sh #shadowhunters #magnus bane #catarina loss #ragnor fell #dorothea rollins #dot rollins #raphael santiago #alec lightwood #malec #brotp: i'll do whatever it takes to protect them #long post #adhd magnus bane #autistic raphael santiago #panic attack tw #anxiety tw

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I was the anon who sent you the trans Raphael headcanons ask on your other blog, do you have any more? With some trans Maia thrown in too🥺 like Magnus being the best trans dad to his son and the love of his sons life and being supportive and loving. Raphael kissing Maia on the forehead and telling her how beautiful she is, you know? Cute shit like that

yes!!! hello!!! i hope you know i love you and you're my favorite person in the world!! thank you so much for this ask!

okay so i’ll begin with the specifics... magnus is absolutely THE trans dad to both of them. not only with practical stuff like offering to help them with glamours, magical transitioning, stuff like that, but just... being so supportive and understanding. he’s always there, and he has so many stories to share, so many people he’s met who had happy lives. he was there for stonewall, he’s met Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, and it’s just so heartwarming for the both of them to talk to him about that, you know? that feeling of not being alone in history, of knowing that there are and were other people like you, that you’ve always existed.... it’s just great

also in maia’s case since she also lives a partially mundane life he just solves all her documentation problems like deadname? gone forever. no registers. you’re welcome. the first time maia sees her document with her name she almost cries and she throws herself in magnus’ arms and magnus is so touched and moved and shocked you know? like the gratitude and the affection and she’s just thanking him and he’s so moved and raphael just watches with a little smile in his face because he knows that magnus is moved by the display, even if he won’t say it. and maybe he tells magnus that later? like, “your kindness means more to others than you imagine,” and of course magnus isn’t important just because he’s kind but he’s used to not being recognized for his services (ahem especially by CERTAIN people) and it’s nice to see that being appreciated, you know?

plus, maia makes it a point to pay him and magnus is all like “i couldn’t possibly take payment for something like that. it’s the least you deserve” so instead maia teaches him her secret sangria recipe. magnus is super pleased but he also jokes that now he has one less excuse for inviting them over. and raphael goes, super seriously, “you never need an excuse” and magnus just melts

raphael kissing her forehead! yes! tbh i think they both love forehead kisses (as well as hand kisses and shoulder kisses) and sometimes when she’s feeling dysphoric or upset for any reason she likes just... lying down on raphael’s chest and letting him pet her hair and kiss her forehead and tell her that it’s alright, bella, te quiero

and YES he just makes it a point to talk about how beautiful she is constantly and kiss down her whole body (not sexually of course, just sweetly?) and she giggles and it’s fun :’) sometimes things get to her, especially after jordan’s constant transphobic/racist rethoric, and it’s nice that raphael always makes it a point to tell her she’s beautiful and amazing and he loves her. and he always does it in such a matter of fact way, but also intense, you know? he has her close and he says shit like “you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever met” and she melts

as for general headcanons!

maia figured out she was trans relatively early in life, and it’s the reason she always knew she’d have to run away from her parents’ house. she was basically only planning until she had enough to be able to survive without them. but also, jordan and wanting to be able to “be with her already” rushed her out of home when she was finishing high school

raphael and maia are absolutely willing to throw down for each other if someone’s transphobic and that’s that on that. someone being transphobic to raphael? fine, he can handle his own, he’ll end them with his words and do it with a pleasant smile. someone being transphobic to maia? they’ll be met with the usual cutting sarcasm until they back down. but if the other catches you doing that? you’ll be thrown against the wall and threatened/punched in the face so fast you won’t even know what the fuck happened

a lot of baby trans downworlders start coming to them! they’re already an iconic couple for many reasons, what with being a werewolf/vampire couple, a black/latino couple (we need more black/latino couples okay! desperately! and black/native and native/latino too! i want more poc solidarity and romance!), and an iconique trans couple. people just feel comfortable going to them because they’ve brought so much change and are so accepting you know?

it still surprises raphael, even after years on end, that so many people come to him for help with that. he never thought that he would be seen as the kind of person people can go to, and yet here he is. after being told for most of his life that he was cold/unfeeling/threatening/weird... it’s nice to be valued like that, to be seen as someone who can be soft and provide comfort and love, too

same goes for maia, who’s also used to be seen as agressive/violent for just defending herself and her people, and just generally reduced to being a “threat”. it’s nice to know that many, many people see her as someone they can look up to, and who they feel safe it

that is not to say obviously that they just love doing emotional labor for other people but like... having other trans downworlders, especially trans downworlders of color, come to them, feels nice. especially people who are trying to figure themselves out and approach them with so much hope and admiration in their eyes you know? the way they always come with a “sorry to bother, but..” ready in their lips and look at them like they are heroes... it’s really something

taki’s slowly becomes a place for trans downworlders to hang out, especially those who don’t enjoy clubs and stuff like pandemonium (which is totally a queer club as well bite me. including for mundanes. with taki’s that’s trickier of course since they have like, blood on their menu lmao but a few trans minors have hung out there and it was cool) for whatever reason. it’s just a cool queer-inclusive space for people who want to hang out, you know? and they love that

the first time maia saw raphael lose his cool was when a shadowhunter made a gross comment about how it’s lucky he didn’t want sex, so she wouldn’t have to deal with that. he almost tore their throat off

raphael just.... loves maia’s shoulders. she was a little self conscious of them, she always made a point to have them covered, but raphael just loves peppering kisses on her shoulders and making her chuckle

magnus gives maia a bunch of fashion tips similar to the ones he gave raphael, just how to better protect herself and figure out how people are reading her gender and stuff like that, you know?

they do the thing where they show each other pre-transition pics (once they’re comfortable with that of course) just to hear each other be like “*outraged gasp* i don’t recognize you at all” and “oh, look how much happier you are now”, and my personal favorite, “i can’t see a boy/girl in there, i just can’t” (like personally whenever i see pictures of my partners/friends pre-transition i’m just like... i realize this is pre-transition and that you’ve changed a lot but also i’m unable to see an [assigned gender] in this photo). it’s all like “how did people not notice you were a girl? unbelievable” you know. just that sweet sweet trans couple validation ritual

together they have like. all the insufferable pun-happy sexualities (bi[romantic], pan, ace, trans) and you will be hit with those constantly in conversation if you’re a friend of them. raphael in particular greatly enjoys making those puns with the most blase, straight face as he looks straight into your eyes and watches as your soul slowly leaves your body. magnus is so proud and also afraid he created a monster

raphael is that bitch who’s like. “i heard that broccoli has a substance that’s similar to testosterone so i’m now eating 5 bowls of it” and maia wants to tear her hair out because it doesn’t work like that and he’s like “can’t hurt to try. also i’m finally able to eat let me have this”

maia never got to like... celebrate those small transition moments because she was all alone and felt like she was transitioning in such a rush, you know? and raphael makes it a point to point out the small changes that are still going on with her body, to take her shopping and encourage her to be as giddy about it as she wants to, you know? and it’s nice and fun and he also gets to relive those small gender reaffirming moments and it’s really nice

maia is a huge against me fan!!! like not to project but it’s just... their songs are so great and relatable even when they’re not about being trans at all and laura jane grace’s voice is so beautiful and maia for sure absolutely loves punk, so like. it’s one of her fave bands for sure

she liked them since before laura came out and when she did it was like. oh. oh. so that’s why i always related so hard to her songs. it just... makes sense

while punk is not as much raphael’s style he likes true trans rebel, especially the acoustic version, where her voice just sounds mwaaahhh imo and he can listen to the recording for hours because her voice in there is just... sensorial heaven and maia feels all giddy that raphael genuinely loves a trans woman’s voice so much

raphael always makes a point to say that he loves her voice just as much, too :)

they are just very trans and really love each other the end

#ask #anonymous #sorry this took relatively long to answer daidhaidha it's my first week of classes and i'm a little tired #as always i really loved this ask and just thank you so much for asking #sh #shadowhunters #maia roberts #raphael santiago #magnus bane #trans maia roberts #trans raphael santiago #trans magnus bane #maiaphael #maphael #magnus & maia brotp #magnus & raphael brotp #headcanon #text

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TVF Interview: Elizabeth Grullón On Grey’s Anatomy Role and Party of Five’s Diverse Latinx Rep

Elizabeth Grullón has an amiable spirit that puts you at ease. She radiates a warmth that can knock the chill out of a brisk day. She's the type of person you could speak to for hours. It's mostly because of how passionate she is about her craft; it's infectious.

For Grullón, her art is the human experience in motion, and she transports you there along with her. It all comes together as one, and that's probably why her presence on Grey's Anatomy was so arresting and resonated with fans despite her brief tenure.

We discussed her process of connecting to Abigail Hayes, her excitement being on a culturally iconic series.

We also discussed her role as Sully on Party of Five, how the series has made strides showing that Latinx culture isn't a monolith, and how she steps into and embraces her Afro-Latinx identity.

We learned so much about Hayes, and it was almost surprising to get that invested in such a short time. It was classic Grey's.

Richard [Flood]'s performance and just his essence, and the quality of him with the story that they wrote, and the way that the writers kind of, it was magic, you know? When the writers create something so perfect for this actor, and it just clicks.

And yeah, I had the same feeling watching it. It was just like "whoa, I'm on this guy's side. I am fighting for him through anything. I don't care who understands him or misunderstands him; I'm on his side.

Yeah, the general sentiment -- it made you so endeared to him because of what he went through. How did you establish that chemistry with Richard Flood? It felt so lived in.

Oh, good!

And I mean, you only had one episode to be with this person and convince everyone of this beautifully tragic love story, and you guys did it.

[laughs] Awesome.

So what is that process like and that mindset? I'm so happy to hear that because yeah, that's definitely a challenge.

Honestly, it was a lot of luck or synchronicity. Or just a blessing because you never know who you're going to get when you show up to work. You're complete strangers. You've never met before, and you're working together for maybe a couple of days, and it could've gone many different ways.

I was fortunate to show up to work and meet the gift of Richard Flood, who in real life, he's a family man, and he's kind, and he's intelligent, and he has that Irish sensibility that's very present in an understated way.

He's just the loveliest person, and that makes it a lot easier. I felt safe immediately. And yeah, it was effortless, it just clicked.

Abigail's final words to her husband, she was talking about the kids, and it clenched the scene, their foreheads were pressed together, it was such an achingly good scene. Did you get emotional filming?

Of course, it was emotional and difficult. It was the first scene of the day, at 8 a.m. or something, and it was the first thing I did on the job. So it's like, "Hi everyone, I'm Elizabeth. Nice to meet you. Alright, here we go."

When you're working with good writing, you can tell right away. You're just there. For me, I don't have to do an incredible amount of imaginary work.

When the writing is potent -- there's a saying: "Tears in the writer, tears in the reader. Anger in the writing, anger in the reader." I can feel that, and these scenes I got to do were incredibly written, and all I had to do was get out of my way. I was tearing up before we even shot it.

For me, it's not fake; it's not acting. People live this every day; this is real. It's so heartbreaking, and true, and sad, and you put respect and honor into it because these are people's truths in the world. It's a great honor for me to be able to do that.

There was a lot of emotion, and Allison Liddi-Brown, she said: "Everybody else is falling apart in this scene, not you. You're the one who is strong because when you're about to die, a certain grace comes into the picture."

Party of Five Excerpt

Party of Five is such a good show giving voice to the Latinx community. That in itself is important, but what made Sully so amazing was having an Afro-Latina represented. How important was it for you to be part of this?

Yes, it was so important. Very quickly, I felt like my work and the jobs I get, they kind of reflect something I'm going through personally in my life and where I'm at in my journey.

That was true with Sully. I was meditating, and had a deeper sense of commitment and love to my community of people of color was coming through me in a very natural way, and " I am this Afro-Latina. My ancestors are from Africa. What all does that mean?"

And I was in this headspace, and then, BOOM! I book this character, and the first time you meet her, she's wearing the Black Lives Matter t-shirt. [Laughs]

I was about to say, you had one of the best character introductions on the series. It got my attention immediately.

Awesome. I was like, are you kidding me? This is how I get to be introduced? This total rebel, who is intelligent, and well-spoken, and strong.

It means a lot to me to represent for Afro-Latinas. My mom is very -- she's a living room activist. She's like: "Why, out of all of the Spanish-speaking television, don't you see anyone black and with dark-skin?"

The show is providing a voice for so many and covering so many issues within the community.

I've been thinking about diversity as more than just race, color, and ethnicity, and Party of Five does that. But what I love about this show too is it's showing the diversity within Latinos. There's someone who is a straight-A student, or someone who is trans and dealing with homelessness like Garcia's character.

Diversity also means diversity in experiences, and views, and styles. Even with me going out for Latino roles, they would be like, "What? Are you even Latino?"

And everyone in the room is the Sofía Vergara type, curvy, long hair, sexy accent, and I'm brown-skinned, skinny, with a huge afro. And this is a very different thing, but I'm 100% Dominican....