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suugarbabe · 6 months

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[Chapter 5]

word count: 4.3k

warning: smut, fingering 18+ content MDNI

an: Theo is not mentioned in this chapter and I’m so very sorry but chapter 6 is very Theo heavy so I hope that makes up for it 🫶🏻

You and Enzo had made a routine of apparating to the club together. You had been doing this for about a week before the incident with Monti, but ever since that night Enzo was very firm that you arrive together. The first few days after it happened, he carried a lot of guilt with him for letting you go to the alley by yourself. It took heavy convincing, but you were pretty sure that you were able to convey how much it wasn’t his fault, and that you were glad he was there to help protect you.

Since that night, Mattheo had barely been around the manor. You could count on one hand the amount of times you actually saw him at the manor over the last two and a half weeks. It was more like you heard him more often than you saw him, and most of the time he was yelling. All of the other boys were being yelled at regularly, but Draco seemed to be taking the brunt of it. You weren’t sure if it was because they were family, but it made you feel kind of bad for him.

It really made you upset not seeing Mattheo that long, not really interacting with him. Maybe upset was not the right word, but if you thought too long about it you felt queasy. There was something about the dynamic between you and Mattheo that made you feel one of two ways, either incredibly, seething, fire burning, hell raging mad - or - light headed and butterfly stomach and warm and yearning and pining and wanting so much of him you thought you might physically implode.

You were thinking about all these things as you were doing mindless work getting the bar ready for the night when Pansy walked into the room, mouth running a hundred miles a minute as you heard her pleading with whoever was on the other end of the cell phone pressed to her ear. When her conversation finally ceased, Pansy set the phone down on the table in front of her. Her head was hung low, like she was trying to recenter herself. You looked over at Enzo, who simply shrugged his shoulders.

In the next moment Pansy was screaming with rage as she pointed her want towards the stage nearest her, deep red exiting her wand and the stage effectively exploding in front of all of your eyes. Your mouth was agape, not expecting to ever see this side of Pansy. Enzo only shook his head in annoyance, taking out his own wand and giving it a swift flick, causing the once exploded stage pieces to slowly float back to their original position until it was like Pansy didn’t have an outburst whatsoever.

“What’s the problem, Pans?” Enzo broke the silence, clearly having dealt with this side of Pansy plenty of times before. Pansy let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “One of the main stage dancers is not coming in tonight and I have no one to replace her. You know how particular Mattheo is, he’s going to have a fucking aneurysm over this. Roxy is good, but she can’t do the whole stage by herself.” Pansy leaned her head back, closing her eyes and letting out a few more expletives.

Enzo couldn’t contain his amused smirk, “This is why I’m glad I don’t have your position, Pansy. It is far more easy being me than it is being you.” You scoffed, quickly quipping back, “Yeah until you’re basically dying and whining like a toddler when someone is trying to save your life.” Enzo gasped at you, fake hurt in his eyes. But the interaction managed to put a smile on Pansy’s face, if only for a brief moment. “Really, you guys, I’m not sure what I’m gonna do, I really don’t want to deal with an angry Mattheo tonight.”

You gnawed at your bottom lip, wondering if what you were about to say would be helpful or just start another argument. You really wanted it to be helpful, you wanted to show everyone how valuable you could be in a crisis, prove yourself of sorts. Especially after the last time you were given a task you basically caused them to all have to show their darkest sides of themselves in order to save you. You glanced over at Enzo, knowing that immediately after you spoke your thoughts he would protest.

Enzo’s eyes widened before you could even speak, shaking his head as if he already read your mind; which in fairness was highly possible. Regardless, you turned back towards Pansy, the words flowing from your mouth before Enzo could protest for real, “I could do it.” Pansy’s head snapped up at your words, you quickly reasoning as to why it was a good idea, “I wanted to be a dancer when I first came to the club anyway, I know I can do it. Not to mention I watch the stage every bloody night, I could probably do Roxy’s routine in my sleep. And Roxy and I already have a good relationship so there would be like…chemistry or whatever.”

Once again you managed to make Pansy smile. “That’s brilliant!” She exclaimed at the same time that Enzo barked out, “Like bloody fucking hell you are.” Both you and Pansy turned to Enzo glaring. “Okay, remind me to never be in the same room as the both of you when you’re upset, because this is fucking scary,” he took a step back from both of you, “but I’m serious, Angel, no way. Mattheo would fucking kill you if you went up on that stage.”

You rolled your eyes so hard you head went along with it, “Oh, please Enz, Mattheo would never hurt me, let alone kill me.” Enzo scoffed, “Right right, I forget, you guys have that special relationship.” He emphasized the last two words with air quotes. You narrowed your eyes up at the sandy haired boy, “What are you insinuating?” Enzo doubled down, not breaking eye contact with you, “I’m saying that your relationship is different with Mattheo than any of us. He lets you get away with a hell of a lot more than any other person in this family.”

“Oh, bullocks,” you spat back at him. You were irritated beyond belief, Enzo never spoke to you this way. “Fine,” Enzo held his hands up in surrender, “how bout you just go tell him about your little plan then, hmm? I know he’s here.” You looked over at Pansy who just shrugged her shoulders. Turning back to Enzo you crossed your arms stubbornly, “Fine, I’ll go ask him.” Enzo huffed, “Well fine!” You shouldered past him, “Fine!” He called back at you again, “Fine!” For good measure you threw one more over your shoulder, “Fine!” Pansy covered her face with her hands, shaking her head, “You guys are worse than having bloody children, I swear it.”

You walked with determination back towards Mattheo’s office. With each step the air felt like it was getting thicker, but you urged yourself to keep moving, to prove to Enzo (and everyone else) that while you now worked for Mattheo it didn’t mean that he controlled you. With a flick of your wand his office door swung open to reveal an irritated Malfoy and Mattheo with a satisfied smirk on his face that was less than comforting.

“Can we help you?” Draco sneered, clearly annoyed by the boldness of your intrusion. You stood just inside the doorway, arms crossed. You gave Draco an irritated look before turning to Mattheo, “Pansy said one of the main stage dancers isn’t showing up today, so I’m going to replace her. I know the routine and have a good rapport with Roxy so-”

“No.” Mattheo cut you off with a firm statement. You huffed in annoyance, “Yeah that’s not really an option here, boss, if we don’t find someone to go up there then the club will lose money and I know that you don’t really like that and it’s bad for bus-”

“I said no,” Mattheo’s voice boomed again, “I’ve told you before, Birdie, you are not a dancer. You are a bartender. You are not going to be a dancer, will never be a dancer, under any circumstance. Is that clear?” You glared at him, holding his gaze as your lips formed a thin line. You opened your mouth to protest again but Mattheo flicked his wand, mumbling a quick depulso and pushing you back through the doorway before slamming it shut.

You’re a right git, Mattheo, you said to him. No means no, Princess. Don’t play with fucking fire, Mattheo thought back. You stood outside the office trying to weigh out your options. You were about to lean towards just giving up, when you heard Draco’s voice, “C’mon, what’s the harm, really. It’s just one night, and you know she’s right fit, she’d bring in so much money. She’s right about us losing out with just Roxy up there.” You smiled at a bit at Draco actually being on your side, maybe he wasn’t such a tosser after all.

“Absolutely fucking not, she’s not doing it. I swear to fucking Salazar if she goes on that bloody stage it’s your head, Cousin.” You didn’t have to see his face to know Mattheo was seething and poor Malfoy was on the receiving end of it. The fiery anger in his tone only fueled your own further.How dare he think he can decide what you can and cannot do? You didn’t care if he was the owner of the club, he had no right to tell you what decisions you could make. You were tired of him acting like he owned you.

With a deep breath you walked away from the office door, heart pounding as you made your way back to the bar. You felt like your heart beat was in your head with every step you took, the bass of the music in the club not helping ease this. When you got back behind the bar you closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to try and center yourself. In the time you were in Mattheo’s office a large amount of clientele had appeared, the current dancers working hard to milk them for all their money as Enzo bounced back and forth behind the bar.

As you got to the bar you turned around toward the booze, grabbing the most expensive tequila the club had as you slammed four shots down in front of you.“Y’alright, Angel?” Enzo’s eyes grew wide as you picked up one glass at a time and quickly threw them each back, the alcohol burning your throat in the most calming way. Picking up the last shot Enzo’s large hand enveloped your wrist, “Slow the fuck down, what are you doing? Trying to blackout on the job?”

Your eyes pierced his, a storm of determination brewing behind your pupils, “Enzo, let go of my wrist or I’ll hex your fucking cock off.” He shook his head, stubbornness higher than ever, “No way, Mattheo will have my throat if I let you get fucking sloshed.” You groaned in frustration, rolling your eyes and stomping your foot on the ground like a toddler having a tantrum.

“Why does everyone act like Mattheo is my fucking keeper?” You leaned your head toward the shot, tipping it in to your mouth while Enzo still gripped your wrist. He rolled his eyes at your actions, finally letting go, “Why’re you doing this, Angel? Was I right about the meeting with the good ol’ boss?” You looked toward the stage as the dancer finished up her routine, crawling on her knees and swaying her hips as she picked up the large bills from the stage floor and stuffing them into her bikini top and barely there bottoms.

Enzo followed your gaze, laughing nervously, “Oh no fucking way, hell no. You’re not…no, Angel.” You turned to face him again, pulling off your tank top to reveal your rhinestone bikini top, “Who’s gonna stop me?” You shoved your tank top into Enzo’s chest, walking toward Blaise at the Dj booth to tell him what song you wanted and what stage name to announce. Enzo glanced around the club nervously, praying to Merlin that Mattheo wouldn’t notice, or that at least whatever stage name or song you played didn’t alert him to your little rendezvous.

Enzo stared at you as you walked towards the dancers changing rooms, trying to get you to change your mind, He’s gonna have your ass if you go through with this Angel, you know that don’t you? Entering where the rest of the dancers were you just shook your head, answering Enzo, Let him! You quickly found Roxy, walking up to her and telling her your plan. She gave you a questioning look, but after assuring her that Mattheo would only be upset with you and not her, she helped you get ready, hair, makeup, the works before going towards the main stage entrance.

As Mattheo left his office to find Pansy and talk solutions, Blaise began introducing the next entertainers to come on. Being none the wiser to your plan, he did everything you asked. Flicking a few switches on his sound board the main stage began to illuminate, catching the attention from most of the patrons and earning some whoops and hollers from those that were excited for the main event.

Blaise held his wand to his throat in the booth, doing his introductions, “Please welcome to the main stage your favorite girl R-R-R-R-Rooooxxxxyy,” he drawled out. “And accompanying her tonight is someone new to the stage,” at this Mattheo stopped dead in his tracks. He looked over towards the bar only to find Enzo looking towards the ceiling and avoiding his eye contact. He looked across the club at Pansy, who was holding her hands up in surrender. Blaise’s voice continued, “Let’s give a very warm and wallet generous welcome to…” Blaise paused for dramatic effect, lowering the lights around the stage and putting a small spotlight at where you were about to walk out, “Cherrí.”

The amount of whistles and cheers that occurred when you stepped out into the light was almost deafening. You tried to give your most sultry smirk as you walked toward the pole opposite Roxy. You grabbed hold of the cool steel as you began walking in a slow circle, Blaise putting on the song you requested; Cherry Pie.

You grabbed hold as high at your height would allow as the lyrics began, following Roxy’s typical routine and pulling the bottom half of your body up the pole, hooking your knee around the bar and leaning backwards as it spun, now hanging upside down while you grabbed the pole above you

She's my cherry pie

Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise

Tastes so good, makes a grown man cry

Sweet cherry pie, yeah

Maneuvering your body around the pole proved to be a lot easier than you anticipated. Following Roxy’s lead you would stay on the pole while she walked and danced around the stage, shedding a layer of clothing here and there and crawling seductively towards the bills that were being thrown on stage. When she walked back toward the other pole, you took a deep breath, knowing it was your turn to do what she called crowd work. You took one last spin on the pole, the whistles from the men directly in front of you fueling your adrenaline along with the song you chose.

Swingin' to the drums

Swingin' to guitar

Swingin' with the bass

In the back of my car

Ain't got money

And I got no gas

But we'll get where we're goin'

If we swing real fast

I scream, you scream

We all scream for her

Well, don't even try 'cause

You can't ignore her

You slowly slid the skirt you wore down your thighs, the man in front of you’s eyes roaming your body like you were his last meal. You shimmied your hips, pulling your skirt down teasingly slow and bending over in front of the men to give them a full view of your arse. Bills flew to the stage as you finally stepped out of your skirt, sinking to your knees and spreading them wide to sit back on your heels. You let your hands roam up your body, over your breasts causing the hanging rhinestones to shake and glimmer in the light, then dragged your hands up and into your hair, throwing your head back as you bounced slightly on your knees.

Crawling on your hands and knees across the stage you were sure to arch your back, swinging your hair back and forth in time with the song, throwing winks at men that looked like they wanted to tear you apart like an animal but instead threw money on the stage. Walking back over to you, Roxy held out her hand, helping you up slowly so your body’s slowly dragged against each other as you stood up, giving the whole audience a show.

The song ended and Blaise turned on an interlude as you and Roxy maneuvered around the stage to grab the bills that were left. As you were picking up some bills while still trying to look sexy and sultry on your hands and knees a man held out a large bill in front of your face. You reached out your hand, but he quickly grabbed your wrist. You were about to protest or even hex whoever it was. But as soon as you saw the tattoos on the fingers that held you all your nerve endings tingled.

Slowly, you looked up. Taking in the sharp black suit jacket, crisp black dress shirt, all to go along with the onyx eyes that belong to Mattheo Riddle. To any average onlooker it would seem like there was a glint of playfulness in his eyes. But you’d seen that look before, many times during your lessons. If this look told you anything, it was that you were going to regret your last few decisions.

His voice was low when he spoke, you almost had to lean closer to even hear him as he grit his words through his teeth, “Office. Now.” It was a command and not one you were going to ignore. You sat on your bum, swinging your legs over the edge of the stage. Despite his rage Mattheo still assisted you. Grabbing your hips, albeit harshly, and lifting you off the stage and setting you down on your feet.

Once standing he gripped your wrist again, leading you to his office like a child about to be scolded. You looked toward the bar, Enzo meeting your gaze and miming locking his lips as if to assure you he didn’t tell the boss on you. Once in his office Mattheo released his hold on you, “Sit.” You walked toward the chair in front of his desk before his voice cut through the silence once more, “Not there. On the desk. Facing my chair.”

You gulped, trying your best to keep your face stoic despite the rising heartbeat in your chest. You walked slowly around his desk, slowly lifting and perching yourself atop. The wood was cool against your bare thighs, Mattheo not even giving you a chance to put more clothes on before dragging you through the club. So there you sat, clad in only your bikini top and thin panties. You tried your best to control your breathing as Mattheo came to stand in front of you.

He gripped each one of your thighs just above the knee, his touch setting your skin aflame. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his hands splayed across your legs, squeezing the flesh as he spoke to you, “Are you proud of yourself?” You tore your eyes from his hands and looked up at him, confusion clearly written on your face. “Oh, don’t play innocent now, Princess. Not after that fantastic performance you gave,” he wore a shit eating grin as your face fell. Mattheo’s grip on your thighs tightened slightly as he spread your legs wide enough to step between them.

“I was just-” Mattheo gripped your throat, effectively silencing you before you could begin. “Ah, ah. It’s my turn to talk, you just get to sit there and listen.” A shiver ran up your spine as his hand that was still on your thigh slid up higher. “You really pissed me off just now, Birdie. Blatantly defying me after I told you no. I told you from the beginning, no dancing, and yet what did you fucking do?” He hung his head, letting out a light chuckle as his thumb kneaded the inside of your thigh, “Do you know why I won’t let you dance, Princess?”

You shook your head the best you could with the grip he had on you. His smirk grew in to a devilish grin as he leaned in close, whispering in your ear, “Because if you’re going to be a slut for anyone, it’s going to be me, and only me, do you understand, Princess?” You nodded, squirming on the desk at his words. Mattheo met your gaze, taking in your current state of desperation, “Do you like that, Princess? The idea that you only get to be the perfect little slut for me?” He slid his hand between your thighs, dragging two fingers along your folds over your panties. He smirked at the dark wet spot that was already forming, pressing his thumb lightly against your clit. You jolted at the contant, a pathetic whimper leaving your throat.

“All this for me, Princess? Or is some of this for all those men throwing dirty bills at you being a whore?” You groaned at the degrading words, shaking your head, “N-no, it’s all for you, Teo. I swear, just for you.” Mattheo growled at the nickname, eyes darting down quickly to your parted lips before meeting your gaze again, “Good, because it’s about time for everyone to know who you fucking belong to.” With the grip he had on your throat he finally brought your lips to his. The kiss was anything but gentle, lips harshly pressed against one another as his thumb started circling your clit again. You whimpered at the action, Mattheo taking the opportunity to allow his tongue to explore your mouth.

As his lips trailed lower, along your jaw and to your neck, his fingers gripped the top of your panties before tugging harshly and ripping the thin material off your body. You gasped and could feel Mattheo smirk against your skin. When he found a particular spot to suck and bite near your collarbone he ran his finger up your folds, coating them in your slick before circling two fingers over your clit. “Fuck…” you moaned out, trying your best to take in all the pleasure you were receiving.

Mattheo’s lips found yours again as he circled his fingers around your hole teasingly, swallowing the whimpers as they left your lips. Without warning he slipped a finger deep inside your cunt, your back arching and bringing your chest flush to his. “Fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking tight, don’t know how you’re ever gonna take my cock when you can barely take a finger,” Mattheo groaned against your lips. You mewled against him, hands gripping the edge of the desk like a vice, unsure if you were able to touch him or not, but too lost in the pleasure you were feeling to try.

He added a second finger, thumb finding purchase on your swollen clit, slowly finger fucking you on his desk. He broke his lips from yours to watch your cunt swallow his fingers over and over as he pumped them into you. “Fuck, Princess, you’re taking my fingers so well. Those other men would die to be in my position right now, but that’s not who you want, is it, pretty girl?” You shook your head vigorously, chest heaving. “Words, gorgeous, let me hear them. Let me hear what I’m doing to you.”

You tried to keep your eyes from rolling in the back of your head and answer him, “N-no, fucking hell-” Mattheo curled his two fingers now with every outward thrust, pushing against your g-spot in the most delicious way no one else every had. The blissful stretch created an overwhelming feeling of pleasure, “Don’t want them, j-just want you.”

You could feel the pressure building inside you, the waves of pleasure clouding your vision. He quickened his pace, his long fingers hitting places you have never been able to reach and sending jolts of electricity through your entire body. His thumb made tight circles over your clit and you clenched around his fingers. “I can feel you clenching around me, Princess. Come on, be a good girl and let go f’me.” It was like his permission was all your body was waiting for as you fell over the edge into your orgasm.

Your vision blurred as you let out a pornagraphic moan, Mattheo continuing to finger you through your high, your legs shaking with pleasure. As your breathing calmed Mattheo slowly slid his fingers from your cunt. He stuck out his tongue, bringing the glistening digits to his mouth before lewdly sucking them clean causing you to clench around nothing.

“I swear to Salazar I can’t wait to fucking devour that cunt of yours,” he grabbed hold of your thighs, gripping them tightly as he captured your lips in another searing kiss. You couldn’t help but moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Mattheo rested his forehead on yours, his own chest rising and falling along with yours to catch your breath. “Never forget that you’re mine, Princess.” He leaned back slightly, grabbing hold of your chin. His eyes held an intensity to them as they locked with yours, your breath hitching in your throat as he spoke three final words.

“I own you.”

#protego series #mafia!slytherin boys #mafia!blaise zabini #mafia!enzo berkshire #mafia!mattheo riddle #mafia!draco malfoy #mafia!pansy parkinson #mafia!theo nott

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okaioh · 5 months

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Kai I need Phil content to make up for the fact he didn’t get kidnapped brutally by the Ender King, do you have any good headcanons of Death Family + Rose

ough there's too many but lemme see what I can cook up

(putting it under the cut because its kinda long LMAO)

whenever in Rose's garden the hummingbirds always flock to Chayanne - and maybe its because of the ingredients he has in his backpacks or maybe its because he's always carrying a rose that Tallulah has given him, I like to think its because hummingbirds symbolize devotion and love - who else is devoted to protecting his family and who else shows constant love to his sister and dad like Chayanne <3

Another one about Chayanne, which is kinda based around this one post I saw (by panxramic on twt), but theres something about Rose's sanctuary in which the little warrior feels absolute calm and peace - something that he doesn't get often, and because of that peace he finds himself regularly taking naps around the place

^^there'll be times where Phil's sleeping and Tallulah and Chay were hanging out and at one point Tallulah's like ?? where did Chayanne go ?? and she looks all over the place for him, a bit panicked at first, until she goes to the Sanctuary and finds him laying in a patch of grass - snoring softly with a bunch of hummingbirds flying around him (she totally takes a picture of him and uses it as a way to tease him relentlessly)

the first few nights of sleeping at the Sanctuary, Tallulah found herself waking up to flowers in her hair - at first she's like "weird it must have fallen onto my head or something" but then it keeps happening every morning she wakes up

it'll be different flowers in her hair every morning - at first its roses (without the stem and thorns of course) nestled in her hair, then tulip petals, then cherry blossom petals and so on, its just a little thing to show that Rose is constantly watching over them even if she doesn't send any messages

Tallulah also discovered that when she plays music in the sanctuary, a bunch of birds always appear and start singing along with her - some will sit on top of her head and chirp along with her flute and theres some that'll hop in front of her almost on beat with her music

Phil has never slept better than the first nights when he slept with his kids in the sanctuary

there's something that just lets him know that nothing can come and hurt them with Rose watching over them

I like to think that phil's an early riser so to his kids its very rare that they actually wake up before him since he's already up and tending to the farms and everything

so the first few mornings in Rose's sanctuary, tallulah and chayanne got scared thinking their dad was sick because he slept in all morning till the afternoon - phil even thought he was coming down with something until he realized he's never felt more awake than when he did, and thats when his kids noticed how bright his eyes looked and how his eye bags seemed to be almost gone after a couple days

Missa is rarely on (except today) but that doesn't exclude him from Rose's protection - right as he comes back he can feel this sort of warm presence with him and I feel like at first he'll be like ":0 its phil's love for me-" something cheesy or whatever

and then he starts to notice little things whenever he does something - let's say hes building and he isn't paying attention to his surroundings and there's a skeleton about to shoot him, and without him even noticing it - it suddenly burns up and disintegrates into dust just like that

and ofc Missa carries on like nothing happened - and theres instances just like that that always happens when he doesn't notice... if he's about to walk off a cliff and hurt himself- nope, there's water at the bottom now and hes safe. If there's a mob coming at him and about to kill him- nope, it somehow gets trapped in a hole and Missa carries on his day freely

I would add more for Missa but i don't know what to add ueueue

but yeah :D add more if you want LMAO these are some of what I've come up with

#inbox smile #qsmp #q!death family #qsmp headcanons #YIPPEE #if there's spelling/grammar mistakes shhh no there isn't

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 6 months

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Headcanons for Noah and Jack from ROR:JTR:CF

Noah and Jack get taken to the world of Fairy tail and meet their single dad Fairy tail (the anime/manga) au counterparts and their respective teenage daughters. Noah and Jacks daughters are part of the saber tooth guild and Noah’s daughter has a crush on Rufus Lore but is way too shy to tell Rufus about it. Jacks daughter has a crush on Rouge. Noah’s daughters specialty is animal soul magic and shadow magic While Jacks daughters specialty is ice magic and healing magic. I’ll let you decide what magics Noah and Jack specialize in if any.

-Jack and Noah looked up, completely confused at the guild hall they now found themselves in front of, after somehow waking up in this unknown area after falling off a bridge together, running from the police.

-This new world was so…strange, there were talking cat like creatures, as one of them, Happy, had been the one to find them wandering around Magnolia Town, greeting them both happily like he knew them, and there was magic everywhere.

-After Happy panicked, seeing that Jack and Noah didn’t recognize him, he grabbed their hands and dragged them behind him, heading towards the Fairy Tail guild hall, thinking something had happened to the two of them.

-Entering the building, seeing so many people there, many were quickly doing double takes and Jack quickly saw why, standing across from them, was another pair, another Jack and Noah, with two teenage girls sitting beside them, their daughters.

-Everyone was quickly screaming, people pointing at their pair, wondering why there was two of each Jack and Noah.

-Mirajane, who was the easiest to calm down, was able to make sure that this new Jack and Noah weren’t just using illusion magic, coming over to introduce herself and both bowed at the waist, pecking the back of each of her hands like gentlemen.

-As the Fairy Tail Jack and Noah approached, Lucy, who was pondering nearby, piped up, “Is this like Edolas?”

-Annie, Jack’s daughter, popped up from behind her papa, “Whoa- I have two dads now?” while River, Noah’s daughter, “Me too! This is wild!”

-Jack and Noah were stunned to see that their counterparts had children, but soon everyone was stunned, hearing their tale about what brought them to this world. This wasn’t like Edolas- this was something else. They really came from another world.

-Despite the odd situation, Jack and Noah were welcomed into Fairy Tail, which many explained was like a giant family, it felt odd for the two of them- they never felt so accepted so quickly by others that weren’t each other.

-Annie and River were quick to warm up to them as well, loving the idea of having two dads, finding it unique and fun, and their biological fathers didn’t mind sharing their daughters, so long as they didn’t hurt them, which they would never do.

-Those in Fairy Tail were surprised that they didn’t have magic- yes their had their own abilities and talents to be able to fight others, like Jack with his synesthesia- but no magic and were stunned to learn that there was no magic in their world, only slight of hand type magic.

-Jack’s combat skills were breathtaking, and Noah was right there with him, and their counterparts were impressed, showing off their own magic during a sparring match, Jack using illusion magic that made him invisible, and Noah with shadow-based magic, able to melt into shadows with ease.

-Annie and River both used their own impressive magic, Annie using ice and healing magic, and River was able to transform herself into a jaguar and used shadow magic just like her papa. However, they were surprised to learn that the two girls weren’t part of Fairy Tail, they were part of Saber Tooth, but visited their father’s regularly.

-Jack found Annie and River fretting about something, mentioning it to Noah, and the two approached their adopted daughters, asking if they were alright.

-Turns out that there were two young men, Rufus and Rouge, who were also a part of Saber Tooth, that the girls had crushes on, Annie liked Rufus and River like Rouge, but both were rather shy about telling them about their feelings.

-Noah was surprised, hyping the girls up, “You both are so confident and powerful- we’ve seen you in combat facing off against way strong opponents with no fear- telling someone your feelings should be simple.”

-Jack was twirling one of his knives around his fingers, subtly threatening the two boys, feeling protective over his adopted daughter and niece, “Hmm- of yes I agree.”

-The girls were quickly howling with laughter, seeing that they were so like their own fathers, willing to not only offer advice but to threaten as well, it made them feel better.

-Noah and Jack joined Fairy Tail, partnering with their counterparts, which made opponents and enemies quite confused, seeing two of each of them, but it made their missions much simpler and they helped spread the rumors that it was all illusion magic, to throw others off.

-While it wasn’t the world they were used to- Noah and Jack found their place in this new world, in Fairy Tail.

#fairy tail #record of ragnarok #ror jack the ripper #ror noah

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irambleaboutthings · 1 year

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Taylor Swift and the characterisation of “female rage”: A chronology from 1989 to Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve (finished)

With miss T Swizzle you never know what to expect when she announces new music. At least after everything we went through in 2020, with the release of two unannounced masterpieces in Folklore and Evermore, the style, stories and theme of new music is no longer as predictable as it might have been with prior releases. I’m not one to complain, the opposite in fact. Midnights is a nuanced and personal look in the rear mirror, full of reflections of past wins, failures, longings and a recognition of hurts caused and received. What happens when a scorned woman, who previously has tried to handle her anger in a dignified way, decides to cut all bonds and unleash her anger? Let’s take a look.

Choosing a starting point for this analysis is tricky. Swift, though barley in her thirties, has by now had a longstanding career and written extensively about her own life. Her first three albums will not be considered, since this analysis will manly focus on female rage in adult women. During the creation of her first three albums Swift was not yet a full grown adult. Red will also not be considered, since even though she by then was in her early twenties, according to my personal opinon she was not yet recognised as an adult by the media. Let’s instead start with 1989.

1989

Her rebirth as a pop star was the first time Swift started to show her teeth. The album’s lead single, Shake it off, is a masterclass in feigning a cool composure and bracing against sharp tongues and daggers thrown in ones direction. But, in Swift’s case, art didn’t imitate life. Tweeting with few filters and criticising the media for their unhealthy obsession with her romantic life was a first step towards showing that, no, she might not actually “shake it off”, and instead building a growing resentment. Her song Blank Space is another example of using humour to cope with the fact that you’re regularly dragged through the mud for public enjoyment and an everloning thirst for scandals. Still, the anger portrayed in this era was more of a tongue-i-cheek style. “Look at me, I’m being slutshamed on the daily but I’m cool and will make a funky little music video about this. I’m so relaxed and calm about this, and I have no trouble sleeping at night.” This essence of not caring was slowly being dismantled by Swift herself while performing at the Grammy museum. Swift uses words such as “obsession” and “insulting” to describe the situation around everyones interest in whom she might or might not date. This slow admission of her not being “cool with it” takes us to her next burst of creation, Reputation.

Reputation

Flying high and shining brighter than ever before ended for Swift during her 1989-era when Snakegate came around and soured the perception of the previously squeaky clean star. Deciding to make the best of the situation Swift ran with the aesthetic of snakes, betrayal and backstabs and created Reputation. Though manly an album about fling in love and beginning a stable relationship away from the scrutiny of the media, Reputation still rekindles the scorned feelings of being thrown to the wolves in-front of an applauding audience. The lead single Look what you made me do oozes with withheld anger, that is still played of through humour and sarcasm. Hiding behind self-irony instead of actually lashing out. Using karma as the harshest threat against those who scorned her and surrounding herself with snakes in the song’s music video creates a caricature of anger, instead of “the real deal”. Similarly the song I did something bad plays more on the concept of her anger, which is apparent, but still played off in a partially ironic way. Choosing to illustrate the essence of her rage against narratives in the media concerning her, being burned like a witch, and possible lovers using her as a ticket to fame and attention, with sounds of machine guns rattling softly diminishes the values of her feelings and softens the blow for her listeners. Using humour, and sugar coating reality, is a commonly used tactic to cope with feeling which aren’t pretty, nor accepted in a societal context. Might this have been the reason why she, during this era, choose to focus on interacting with her fans through extensive touring instead of having a strong presence in the media ?

#taylor swift #taylor swift analysis #tswiftedit #female rage #1989 album #taylor swift 1989 #reputation album #taylor swift reputation #media analysis #ramblings #wip

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Another interesting bit about Raven: despite having no direct connections with Adam whatsoever (belying some V5-vintage theories), they sport *unnervingly* similar aesthetics, weapons & disregard for expendable subordinates. I mean, Raven actually cared a little about Vernal but still put her in a red herring position expressly intended as Maiden-hunter bait, while Adam didn't even fucking twitch at news of mass WF casualties *or* Yang blasting one of his dudes right outside the cafeteria.

Yeah, there are a lot of parallels between them, so much so that a lot of people thought that they were supposed to be associated somehow and get mad that they weren't, but I actually think those similarities aren't meant to imply an in-universe connection and are actually supposed to tie them together in the minds of the viewers as shitty, abusive, yet nonetheless deeply important figures to Yang and Blake who serve as mentors and protectors in some (limited) capacity and ultimately reveal that they aren't the people that Yang and Blake hope, want, believe, and desperately need them to be. They both shatter the pedestals they stand upon, one by losing sight of what they're fighting for (in Blake's mind, we all know Adam stopped giving a shit about anything resembling true Faunus equality in favor of making everything about forcing the world to hurt the way he did long before Blake figured it out) and the other by failing her family repeatedly and failing her daughter in particular by doing the exact opposite of what a mother should at every opportunity.

This is a really interesting contrast to me because it highlights a big difference between Blake and Yang. Blake has always been presented as a big picture person - she wants to stop discrimination against all Faunus, everywhere. She wants to make the whole world better for everyone. Yang, on the other hand is all about the immediate - who can I help right here, who can I help right now? She's the only member of the main four who didn't have some grand reason for becoming a Huntress, the only one of the four who wanted to help evacuate Mantle instead of launch Amity. Yang wants to help the people in front of her. She wants to solve the problem in front of her and worry about the bigger picture later. Her connection to the big, sweeping plotline isn't some goal like restoring her family's legacy or making things better for marginalized people across the world, it's protecting her friends and family. It's because the people she loves are also involved, and she'll be damned if she'll let them fight alone. That's why it's so painful for her when she realizes Raven will leave her to fight alone, that Raven will let Yang paint a target on her own back because she's too scared and weak and pathetic to protect her own daughter.

Didn't talk about this enough in my initial Raven post, but she is really... not a good person. While my coomer brain will forgive her for anything because she's a hot samurai goth MILF in thigh-highs, the fact that she regularly raids and plunders villages and then leaves them for the Grimm really shouldn't be overlooked (Qrow does not overlook this at all and it's a source of major conflict between them, shoutouts to Qrow), nor should the fact that she does so using powers that Ozpin originally gave to the Maidens in order to protect the world and the innocent, as a direct response to the kindness and wisdom of the original Maidens. In terms of everything but power, Raven is the exact opposite of what Ozpin wanted the Maidens to be and represent.

Gotta say I love the way Adam and Raven are both so... selfish. They just view their respective organizations and the people in them as things, tools they can use to protect themselves or accomplish their own goals. The difference between them, really, is that Raven cares. She expresses regret and remorse. She just lacks the strength of character to place someone else above herself. Adam, on the other hand, couldn't care less. His men die serving Cinder's goals? Oh well, they're acceptable casualties because it lets him hurt the humans. Adam writes off every loss without a care in order to get closer to his big goal of lashing out at the world and wiping out humanity, Raven regrets the things she does and tries so hard to justify them to herself and others.

I cannot wait to see Raven's return to the series. I want to see what made her leave Team STRQ and why. I want to see how and why Taiyang fell in love with her, and what made her love him enough to marry and have a child with him. I want to see the person Taiyang talks up to his daughter even after all these years. I want to see how she becomes that person again, and I have faith that she will. One of RWBY's big themes is the idea that even if you've failed in the past, even if you've made mistakes, you can still start making the right choices now. Not every character takes that opportunity (see: Adam's refusal to let go of Blake, Ironwood's insistence on bombing Mantle and raising Atlas no matter how little sense it makes, etc.), but enough do that I feel comfortable considering it a theme, and I think Raven is primed to add to it at some point.

Honestly, I'm just hoping she shows up at some point and then someone just clotheslines her for being a shithead.

#rwby #analysis #raven branwen #adam taurus #yang xiao long #blake belladonna

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For the Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Thank you for the ask 😊

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I'll try to share one from each fandom. I'm usually an angst writer, so truly funny scenes that make me laugh are usually few and far apart 😅

For Roswell, New Mexico I have this little gem from Three Makes a Family:

“Alex! Lovely to hear from you. Would be even better if you bothered to stop by the bar once in a while.” He detects the smidge of pain behind the joy in her voice. How long has it been since he went to see his best friend, just the two of them? “I’m parenting. Trying to be responsible, that kind of thing.” “Funny, Michael said exactly the same thing when he showed up this morning.” “Talking about my dear husband, can you please remind him to pick Emma up at 2:30 for her appointment? And that if he forgets to pick her up again, he’ll be sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future?” “You just wanted to call him your husband again, didn’t you?” “Maybe a little.” The corner of his lips lifts at the words. Part of him still can’t believe he’s married to Michael Guerin.

And for Star Wars here's a snippet from the - yet unpublished! - 2nd part of my Skywalker Dyad Saga:

She shimmied alongside the branch she was sitting on to the large trunk. The next branch down wasn’t too far, and Kat’s height allowed her to reach it without effort. She leaned on it with one foot, hanging onto the higher branch with her left hand, trying to find another foothold further down. “We couldn’t bring a ladder. Of course not. Jedi have to prove they can do everything by themselves,” she muttered to herself. Slowly, Kat made her way down the tree. It was a lot longer down than it had been to climb up. The hour of gathering had taken a toll on her energy. She could barely feel her shoulders and arms anymore, and the skin of her hands had been scratched by the rough bark digging into her palms. She was halfway down when her right foot slid from the knot she’d chosen as a hold, sending her barreling down. Kat yelled as she fell. Her body rotated until she was facing the ground — and her impending doom. She had the reflex to throw her hands out in front of her to soften the impact, even as she knew in the back of her mind that it was an incredibly stupid idea. The bones in both her arms would break as soon as she hit. Kat closed her eyes, breathed in, and… nothing. She opened her eyes to see that, instead of making a hole deep as her body length, she hadn’t even touched the ground. Instead, she floated a few inches over the brown earth and low grass of the path they’d taken to the tree. As soon as she realized it, her unconscious control on the Force ceased and she dropped face first into the dirt. Kat sat up, spitting out the local flora.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Yes. I overshare (a beautiful autism trait that regularly puts me in awkward positions) so my friends, a few colleagues and my parents know. None of them know my Ao3 usernames or the names of my fics though, just the fandoms.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

A very good question...

As I said, I write mostly angst. And I do tend to write long fics (my unfinished RNM fic is 45k and the SKywalker Dyad Saga is at 95k written so far) so I dive into a lot more angst and hurt/comfort than sweet. But my songfics tend to be more on the mellow side.

I think The One (my Echo RNM songfic) is probably the sweetest. Like bubblegum ice cream sweet.

#wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart #ask me stuff #Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

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Madokami is the number 2 blorbo i guess in my mind. I've been passively working on a manga panel for her lol rip me This sounds idealistic, but i like AU's where it feels like that. Shocker of shocker, from the person who writes angst like 9999% of the time. - 2.0

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"Maaaddoookaaa!" Sayaka roamed the halls of the Ethereal Plane, the scenery shifting around her to memories of magical girls, to her memories and even Madoka's memories. Sayaka continued calling out to the Deity named Madoka, or as the other girls called her, Madokami. Something another japanese Magical girl came up with since Madoka is japanese in origin and the word for god is Kami.. Its a sweet name. But now the deity had vanished. Sure, her vanishing wasn't new. She regularly vanished to just spy on Transfer Student.. or Homura. Something about her being her one and only Angel. made her gag in a playful way but god she was so in love it hurt. .. for more reasons than one but thats not important! What's important is the little miss deity had vanished for hours on end and no one could find her! There were new magical girls coming every second that wanted to know what was going on and she was usually there to give them guidance and other stuff from her speech! But nope! That got laid onto the other girls that'd been there for a while! The flow of new magical girls should slow down eventually but.. STILL! "MADOKA!!!!!!!" She called again, getting annoyed now. Nagisa was off somewhere else looking for her but had probably the same luck Sayaka had at the moment. Literally nothing. She's gonna have such a headache by the end of this. She stopped walking, a noticeable difference in the scenery making her stop. Ah. There she is. The white door that lead to her sanctuary, or moreso room. "I'm coming in, you have no choice!" Sayaka gave warning before opening the door and walking inside. The burst of white magic that engulfed the deity blinded her for a moment before everything adjusted. Madoka looked purely focused on the record she was listening and watching, its video being produced solely by her magic. next to the deity was Nagisa. The brat was giving her a smug smile before walking over to her with her normal cheerful smile. "Saya! Saya!" She grabbed Sayaka's hand, pulling her over to the chair that had materialized as the rooms door closed. "urgh.. I'm worried about what i've gotten myself into now." The jab at Nagisa was more playful than anything, earning a play-offended gasp from the small girl. Madoka mindlessly waved a hand to Sayaka, inviting her to sit down as well. "What timeline are you watchin now?" Her question was innocent as she sat down and looked forward. "A new one." Madoka replied after a small buffer, so entranced by the contents in front of them. "A new one?" "Unmarked, unfinished. Still going." Her words were minced. Sayaka shook her head again, with the timelines she was shown by Madoka, she's always been like this when she was focused. Nagisa struggled to get back on her chair for a second before it adjusted to her, letting her get on before leveling her out with the two chairs Sayaka and Madoka had. "Watch, watch!" Nagisa said, already watching the video displayed in front of them. She raised an eyebrow for a moment before looking over. And felt her heart skip a beat, seeing Oktavia in front of Kyoko. They looked like they were fighting. "Wait- why is- am i-" "SHHH" Nagisa silenced her by shoving a candy in her mouth. So Sayaka begrudgingly went quiet. "Oktavia." "Kyoko." Sayaka was more surprised hearing herself talk in witch form. Weren't.. Weren't witches unable to talk? She looked at Nagisa with the same surprise. The small girl looked so giddy, nodding. "I swear to god, if you and Nagisa did something again, pray to the heavens above because you will NOT like it when i tell Mami." "WHAT- NO-" At that moment, Mami walked on screen. that surprised Sayaka more. "Tell me what, Sakura?" Nagisa snickered, watching the fear run through Record Kyoko.. The video kept playing. Whenever she thought it would end, it just kept going. ..... But it didn't last forever. She lost track of how long they were there, as she just watched everyone on screen be.. happy. .. Hell. A little familiar saved Mami and Kyoko from death..

and became their child. Them! All three of them! They had a child in the most indirect way but he was there! she watched him grow up being raised by all of them. He grew into a teenager before she knew it. She felt so proud. Madoka and Homura were happy together, Madoka was HUMAN there. ... She.. She wasn't jealous. No. Not her. But deep down she knew it wouldn't last. Because while she assumed Walpurgisnacht has been killed by that time.. a theory supported by Homura and Madoka hanging out with the others around the time Walpurgisnacht would've appeared and them all reminding her "She's gone."... The other magical girls she worried about. and she was right to. Because they came, and they weren't nice. Everything happened so fast, Madoka might've been the only one who could've told you what happened exactly. But she does know that the first shot was from the outsider magical girls, firing at Oktavia for daring to exist. To "Pretend" to be a person again. The fight was brutal. Their holy quintet had support from outsiders too but.. The opposing squad had too many. The sound of fire raging and all of her friends, even the child she didn't have yet.. She did in this timeline. He was angry. They all were angry and the madoka of that timeline was already being hounded by Kyubey to make a contract despite everyone trying to stop it. She nearly gave in when she saw it. A singular white feather fell onto the ground in front of Anthony. A familiar white feather. Her head shot over to where the deity was supposed to be sat, and found her gone. Madoka and her sense of hope and justice. She turned her attention back to the projection, already aware of where she was. She put magic into that record, of the reality. It wouldn't be able to stay long, but long enough to help. To save a timeline where everything was okay. Not perfect, but okay. Sayaka felt herself move before she thought, and touch the deity who held the record in her hands. A silent question. A silent reply in the form of her eyes going blurry before finding herself seeing a different world. "it won't last long, Sayaka." Madokami's words rang out as Sayaka stood above, watching the feathers falling from the sky and forcing everyone to stop.. moving from the surprise. They'd fought a lot before, they knew none of this was their powers. "I can make you semi-visible for about five minutes." Madokami spoke in her head. "Do you want to say your piece?" "What about you?" "They have their madoka." "...." "This isn't a choice, is it?" Madokami didn't reply, but Sayaka imagined her smile. Sayaka laughed. "Fine, fine. I get it." "Let me go down there to meet Mini-ka, could ya?" Madokami laughed, a sweet laugh. "Go." Madokami said between laughs, as the feathers surrounded Sayaka. They turned blue with her magic, giving her enough of a solid presence in the timeline to let herself be seen. And the first thing she did was jump down and kick the little white rat across the city. "Remember not to make your contract, Mini-ka." Sayaka said to the madoka, who no doubt heard her as she nodded slightly. The blue magical girl launched over to Oktavia. Herself. The two met eyes before she nodded, a silent understanding. She had more of a presence near Oktavia. .. Maybe because she should exist, and the two of them are the same. She turned to the opposing force, and let loose what she called a storm of blades. "You all did a good job!" she gave her cheerful smile, looking at Anthony mainly. "You all did." She had a minor access to the abilities of Madokami. Probably Madokami's magic was flowing *Through* her instead, as the symbol of the goddess appeared in the sky. She'd seen the goddess use that attack a lot when she was practicing for no good reason aside from boredom. She also knew this wouldn't kill the other magical girls. She looked to the opposing force and let her blades fly. When she did, she was removed from the reality. She stumbled back in the room with the deity and nagisa, disoriented.

Madokami caught her, gently setting her back in the seat. "How do you do it?" Sayaka laughed, opening her eyes to watch the projection. "Simple, i'm just not human anymore." Madokami laughed, taking her seat as well as they watched. The opposing force was weakened and shocked enough from Sayaka's attack to allow the holy quintet to win. "Man, i wish i could've gone in and seen it too!" Nagisa whined, jumping off of her chair. ".. It was nice." Sayaka laughed. Madokami let the record play a little bit more, before taking it off the record player and putting it in a very special place. "I'll check on them later." She said, before leaving her room. ".. SHIT WE WERE MEANT TO GRAB HER EARLIER!" Sayaka screeched, running out and following the deity. Nagisa followed, laughing all the way back to the other girls.

God I fucking LOVE these ones where its Madokami looking at the dw timeline its SO SO SO GOOD FUCK

#felix answers #domestic witches #literally chefs kiss #oughhhh #io3

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S2 ep 2

1. Good God, they are 16 and basically watching a snuff movie of their friend. Yikes! You know, the ones who survive will need lifelong therapy!

2. And Ivan is back to being a jerk to Maria. Whenever he’s hurt, he lashes out. I do love that as loving as she is, she does not let him get away with disrespectful behavior.

3. Oh, Caro Caro Caro. Any time she acts self-righteous Ivan is not responding with smiles and happiness to her, I want to go “girl, your boyfriend saw you sucking face with someone else and you still insist to his face you have nothing to say, what do you think is gonna happen?”

4. It strikes me what a horrifying dissonance this is - Ivan is terrified to call his father and to talk to him - he has to nerve himself and is breathing like he’s having a panic attack.

But at the same time he desperately wants this man’s love and attention - his condition for lying about whether his father abused his ex is a chance to live with the man! It’s hell but it’s all he knows and has. To live with the man who broke his arm and beat the hell out of him regularly, who he saw abuse at least one gf. Everyone can tell Noiret does not love him and does not care - even Caro can and she has the emotional intelligence of a plank - but Ivan cannot because to him that would mean he is so utterly unlovable his mother killed herself rather than stay and protect him from his father and his own father cannot love him. And so Noiret lies and says yes and then says “but we have to go to soccer every Sunday” and Ivan, despite his “if you hit me again, I will report you” lights up - that is why he can’t really win against Noiret for so long - he can’t win because he cares and Noiret does not. He falls into the same trap over and over again. He is eventually able to give on the man but it’s because at that point he has Maria and later Julia and so can tell what genuine love directed at him feels like, because he actually has someone to love him, and because he’s given a reason for things.

5. It’s clear Caro is into Marcos for his impressive conversational ability...side note: It’s pretty telling that when they are all at risk of expulsion, Marcos is solely concerned about staying with Paula. As he should, she is 5 and she’s all he has, but once again a warning Caro ignores that she will never come first to him. For good reasons but that won’t make it any better (in a lot of ways, he is very much like Hector.)

6. People in this show were big on clothing optional in general...

My brain has been rotted by danmei :P

7. Ivan, right before testifying, overhears Elsa about to transfer his docs to another boarding school and realizes Noiret lied yet again and has no intention of being a family and so tells the truth. And whoa, I forgot how bad it was - the way Ivan’s recitation is just a catalogue of horrors - Noiret breaking his gf’s jaw for joking, breaking her ribs for a swimsuit etc - and that is only what he did in front of his son who he doesn’t see much, so who knows what else went on (and the way Ivan says he hid under the bed - and it strikes me this is all deeply psychological scarring because Ivan is not exactly physically much smaller than Noiret - he could give him a good fight; but because this is how he’s been brought up since childhood, he is emotionally trapped in feeling helpless and so he doesn’t even think of giving him a fight.) And then the judge asks him if his father beat him and he says “many times” and this is the man whose love he wanted oooof!

8. Daddy, you are going to jail! Alas, not for long!

9. Maria trusting Hector with the truth. She has rock solid people instincts. In many ways, Hector was the moral center of this show.

#spanish tv #el internado #mousie rewatches el internado

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(JACQUELINE PUCKERMAN) who looks an awful lot like (ZENDAYA COLEMAN) has just been seen around Port Whitley! Apparently (SHE) is a (27) year old (CIS FEMALE) born on (AUGUST 6TH) and has been in the city for (14 YEARS) living in (OAK BROOK) and is a (FIRE FIGHTER). If there is a quote to describe them it would be “YOU CAN LOVE ME OR HATE ME, I SWEAR IT WON’T BREAK ME” -Lil Wayne. But we have yet to make up our mind if that is accurate. [Kia, 30+, She/her, EST]

I. BASIC

Full Name: Jacqueline Ruth Puckerman

Nicknames: Jackie, JP, Jacks

Age: 27

Face Claim: Zendaya Coleman

Birthdate: August 6th

Hometown: Port Whitley, CT via Detroit, MI

Height: 5ft 11in

Sexual Orientation: Lezbean

Marital Status: Single, Pimpin’

Gender Identity: Cisgender female

Occupation: Firefighter

Neighborhood: Oak Brook

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Pets: Jean Luc Picard - The Ferrat

More info and Full bio below the cut

II. Personality

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Nuetral

Personality Type: Champion (ENFP)

Avatar Element: Fire

GOT House: House Targaryen

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Zodiac: Leo

Positive Traits: confident, loyal, flirty, compassionate

Negative Traits: Jaded, stubborn, suspicious

Pet Peeves: TBD.

Bad Habits: Smoking MJ too often to deal with things

III. Other

Religion: Jewish Secularism.

Political Party: Liberal

Piercings: 5

Tattoos: 4

Typical Attire: Tomboy Chic.

Scent: Paco Rabanne: 1 Million Eau de Toilette

Hobbies: Dancing, cooking, eating, writing letters to Oprah asking to be adopted, smoking

Phobias: Centipedes

Psychiatric Disorders: Depression

Physical/Genetic Disorders: None.

Family Information: Pamela Barrett met Levi Puckerman at a nightclub in downtown Detroit while she was waitressing. He was charming, and she was… young and dumb. She fell far too quickly. She never thought she’d be the type of woman who would believe a man who said his wife just didn’t understand him or genuinely love him, but she was in too deep by the time the “wife” jab came her way. Levi promised he would end his marriage over and over again, but once she found out she was pregnant with her son, Pam knew she was the one who had to be done. And she was done, but a few years later, a run-in with that stupid beautiful familiar face, and too many tequila sunrises later and baby number 2 with the man she loved so much it hurt, but it hurt too bad to love. Levi went back to his family, and Pam decided that she and her two children would be family enough for her.

IV. Biography

Jaqueline Ruth Puckerman was a self-reliant kid; you had to be when your mother worked so much that you only saw her when she was waking you up in the morning, throwing food in front of you before heading off to another shift, or on a rare occasion kissing you goodnight. Pam worked hard to ensure they had a roof over their head, food on the table, and whatever luxuries she could provide her children. Jackie was good with being on her own, she could get into whatever she wanted, and there was no one around to bother her or question her because who really cared what she did?

Sure, her mom loved her, but she was never around, her big brother was barely older than she was, and her dad, well fuck him. Jackie had a picture of him she found in her mom's drawer when she was 7, and she'd just sit and stare daggers in it, praying he'd get some form of mutated killer chicken pox or something. Jackie ran the streets and got into trouble regularly; it was called having fun people, until one day, the little girl walked into the wrong house at the wrong time and got herself hurt. Pam knew her daughter was a handful, but she didn't have the time to watch after her like she should. She just hoped things would work out, that was until she got a call from the hospital.

Jackie hadn't wanted to move to some small town she'd barely heard of. All of her friends were in the D, and Detroit was home, and there was no way they were going to top the food. Also, there was the fact that this is where the donor and his 'real' family lived. Unfortunately, it turns out being 13 meant you had no say in where you lived. It just so happened to also be where her mother’s grandparent’s lived. The woman had fond memories or something that didn’t convince Jackie that her mother knew what she was doing at all. But Port Whitley here they come. Pam had a plan, nursing school, which was great, except being a full-time student while working full time didn't help with the whole spending time with your kid's thing. It was a good thing Jackie was used to basically raising herself by that point.

After a few months passed and Jackie had successfully charmed and/or pissed off the locals, she needed a new project, and since they couldn’t afford her dance classes anymore, all of her projects ended in trouble. Somehow the latest involved breaking into a the local engine house. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't the mastermind cat burglar, she thought she was. Still, fortunately, the station’s chief saw something in her and took pity. They worked out a deal. He wouldn't rat her out to anyone if she came by the firehouse and helped out after school. A wing, she just sort of begrudgingly slipped under.

The after-school penance became a sort of apprenticeship. Jackie learned all there was to know about working in a firehouse. When she got a little older they even let her do drills and work out with them a bit. Mostly she was in charge of the grunt work. Cleaning and cooking. But they didn’t realize half of that she adored. Jackie loves food, eating it (she's basically always hungry), cooking it (she's actually pretty talented), and thinking of new ways to make it better. Cooking is sort of like an art form to her, her second favorite after dance. She likes to believe that her life was different; if she were different, she'd be in some big city dancing on some grand stage and cooking at some fancy restaurant, but whateves, such is life. Jackie becoming a Firefighter was definitely no surprise to anyone. She practically grew up in Station 61. After she was finally done with high school, to both the delight of her and the entire staff, Jackie went on to study fire science at Ravenswood University (after being rejected from Julliard). She was prepared to be of service because as much as ‘little her’ wanted nothing to do with that town, and as much trouble as she caused, that place saved her when she was at her lowest.

V. HEADCANONS

Secret NEEEERRRRDDD

Misses Dance more than she can say.

Knows where her father is but never bothers to reach out

Jackie had been dancing since she was a child. It was her first love. She even auditioned for Julliard, but wasn’t accepted.

Jackie adores her big brother; he's sort of all she had growing up, not that she admits it. One of her favorite activities in life is working on his last nerve. She's got it down to a science.

Though her mother wasn't very present overall, Jackie's kind of working on her resentment, and they've been mending fences… a half aboard at a time

Jackie has a pet Ferret named Jean Luc Picard (JLP).

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blueathens · 2 years

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When I Was Your Girl

Summary: Whilst singing for an audience, Y/n recalls the blame she has towards herself for the breakup of her and Rúben, as she wishes she was enough for him.

Song: When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars Quote: ‘She wasn’t his girl anymore.’

Part 2 of Happier

A/N: Bold + Italic means the reader is singing. Also not proofread.

Masterlist//Main Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

Don’t look at the front row…

The lights were dimmed as she stood on the stage, head titled down at the reflective floor, eyes closed as she focused on the drumming of her fingers against her right thigh. She felt the cool metal of the ring on her index finger through the fishnets covered her legs more than her skirt, something in which was not her idea, but it was Sophie’s (the assistant’s daughter) who claimed that she should wear something unlike her to show the ex what he was missing.

But she didn’t want to show him what he was missing as he was never the problem in the relationship.

She was, she felt like the issue on not giving him more in life, not giving him everything he deserves, not giving him enough love…not being enough.

All she wanted was to be good enough for him as he was a saint, a beautiful saint who once graced her life, but now he was gracing another’s cause Y/n couldn’t savour him well enough.

Afterall he was the saint whilst she was the devil.

Don’t look at the front row…

“-And performing one of her songs from her new album ‘Regret,’ Y/n L/n!” Graham Norton called, beaming brightly as the lights on the stages became brighter and the crowd erupted in cheers and claps.

Don’t look at the front row…

She breaths.

She breaths before raising her shaky hand to the microphone, fingers wrapping around it whilst her thumb rested underneath it. She brought her lips closer towards it, eyes still shut as she allowed the sound of a gentle piano piece behind her.

The entire album was filled with the piano…the musical instrument that symbolised them.

“Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now,” she sang into the microphone, eyes fluttering open as she looked upon the audience, not once flickering over the front row where she heard the muse was about.

She’s been struggling to sleep when their relationship ended, no longer strong protective arms around her, saving her from all the bad dreams that haunts her unconscious mind, no person to be her personal teddy – Mr Huggable (her teddy bear) could only do so much to fill the void of the man before.

She tosses and turns a lot, bringing the pillow he once laid upon to her nose regularly, hoping the smell of him was still on it to give her a slight bit of confidence to fall asleep, but alas nothing was there from the many washes its gone through ever since he packed his stuff and left.

If only she could give him the world then maybe they would have been alright.

“Our song on the radio but it don’t sound the same,” her fingers tightened round the object at hand, remembering the times where she could write an endless amount of love songs about him, but now she was singing heartbreak to the man she hurt. “When our friends talk about you, all it does it just tear me down cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name.”

The first time she saw him again since the end of the relationship was at the Portugal friendly game. If you asked her what she was doing there, she wouldn’t have a clue, but it was like a strong magnetic force pulled her here…and her Portuguese mate who wanted her to come to support their team, completely forgetting that the ex was on the team until seeing him on the pitch, playing.

Her heart tugged when their eyes met for the briefest of seconds at that game, neither of them have been so close in weeks and seeing each other there made the memories rush all the way back. It was like a flood, and Rúben felt like he was drowning in those seconds, drowning to where he couldn’t breathe, drowning to the point the medics had to bring him off the pitch for a few minutes before he jogged back on, only to see that Y/n had disappeared, no longer standing there with her friend.

They didn’t see one another until a month or two later.

“It sounds like oooooh…Mmm, too young, too dumb to realise that I should’ve brought you flowers and held your hand.” She knew he deserved better than what she could give him, a block of gold like him didn’t deserve the broken glass she was, he shouldn’t have the broken, he needed something fixed and pure – and to Y/n, Nadia seemed the perfect fit for that.

“Should’ve gave you all my hours when I had the chance.”

Further the relationship went, the more she dove into work, hiding every fear she had in the words on the paper. She didn’t feel like she should have someone like Rúben, that a saint like him deserved an angel, but there he was, kissing the devil and loving it as if it always deserved such a pure love.

She knew she was hurting him, and she wished she didn’t, but at the time she felt like it was the only thing to do, to push him back, to make him let go of her.

But now it hurt whenever she saw him and Nadia.

“Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance, now my baby’s dancing, but he’s dancing with another girl,” her eyes flicked down to the front row, making her mistake, making the mistake that would make her not sleep tonight.

Her breathing hitched; eyes glossy as they stared at one another. She’s never seen him look so sad, and she hated herself for making him like that, for hurting him, but John told her that he was happy with Nadia and that’s all Y/n has ever wanted.

“My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways, cause a good strong man like you to walk out my life.”

She remembers sobbing on the stairs after he closed the door of the house, none of his stuff littering the house to label it as theirs. And she remembers the similar burning feeling in her eyes as she has now, as she pushes back the tears as she shouldn’t be the one crying as she’s the reason it ended.

It ended as she wasn’t good enough.

But little did she know that she was everything and more Rúben could have ever wanted, but now he had to hold some other woman’s hand cause of Y/n’s fears and not being able to tell him her feelings.

“Now I’ll never, never get to clean up the mess I made, ohh…And it haunts me every time I close my eyes.”

“It sounds like oooooh…Mmm, too young, too dumb to realise that I should’ve brought you flowers and held your hand.”

Rúben wished he could walk onto that stage, take her by the waist and kiss away every worry and doubt she ever had, but he couldn’t, he wasn’t her man anymore.

Y/n began to choke up on her words as she continued to look at him, eyes shifting to the movement next to him, looking down to his lap where a woman’s hand gripped his thigh, looking left to see a frown on Nadia’s face.

Rúben was no longer Y/n’s.

“Should’ve gave you a-all my hours,” Rúben sat up straighter, nerves bumbling within him as he noticed her leg begin to bounce as she stood, watching her talk the microphone out from the stand to move back, creating as much distance as she could between the pair of them. “When I-I had the chance. Take you to every party cause all you w-” Y/n watched Nadia’s lips press against Rúben’s cheek and it was like all the oxygen in the air has disappeared.

She shook her head.

“I’m sorry, I-I can’t do this,” and with that she turned around, ignoring Rúben’s calls for her as he raised from his seat, only to be stopped by Nadia.

She walked away from the stage, the audience, and from him…wiping her finger’s along the skin below her eyes as she sniffled.

She wasn’t his girl anymore.

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Marry Me AU, Part 1

After having my celebrity au plot bunny yesterday, I went and bought Marry Me on prime just so I could supercorpify it. It was pretty charming. And while I could see either arrangement of characters re: who plays who (especially Kara vs Lena being the celebrity), I'm leaning towards Lena being the famous singer.

So, Lena is a performer at the peak of her career. She's on all the socials, basically lives her entire life on camera. She's incredibly popular and does astounding sales, but due to a family scandal within the music industry, she's never been so much as nominated for an award.

She's had a number of marriages already-- a brief 24hr speedrun to divorce with her best friend Jack, before they both realized they were very much too gay to handle a whole ass marriage to each other.

Her longest relationship has been with Veronica. It's duration was mostly a result of Lena trying to perpetually salvage their relationship despite not really being truly happy. This marriage ends when Veronica purposefully leaks a sex video. Even then, Lena had tried to fix things, until her friends staged an intervention and basically conked her over the head with the truth.

Her currently relationship is poised on the brink of a highly publicized marriage to Andrea Rojas, another singer who is a star in her own right (though is more popular in the latin/south america circles). They release a song together called Marry Me, along with an announcement that they will be exchanging vows onstage during a joint concert.

Meanwhile, Kara Danvers is an absolute beefcake of a teacher at a local school. She regularly cares for her niece Esme, as the girl's mothers both work late hours. One day, her coworker Nia has spare tickets to the nuptial concert of Lena Luthor and Andrea Rojas. She convinces Kara to bring Esme for a night out watching Esme's fave vocal artists perform and get hitched.

At the concert, Nia has a big sign saying Marry Me, which she soon passes off to Kara so she can facetime her boyfriend Brainy to show him the fun he's missing. What Kara doesn't know is that moments before Lena is set to come on stage to perform the concert's eponymous song (and marry the love of her life), the tabloids share a video of Andrea cheating on Lena with Lena's assistant, Eve.

She steps on stage still trying to process, while Andrea stays hidden, knowing she can't show her face. So Lena has to hold the audience's attention--in her wedding dress-- alone, even as her heart breaks in her chest. She gives a faltering, tearful speech, kind of communicating what happened, but kind of not.

"But you came here for a wedding," she tells the audience, but half to herself. She looks out across the audience, and sees Kara standing there with the Marry Me sign. She almost breaks down right there, when Kara offers a nervous, but supportive smile.

In an instant, Lena makes a decision that she really should have taken more time to think about.

"Yes," she says, eyes still locked on Kara. "Yes, I will marry you."

Kara is confused, having totally forgetten what her sign read. Her confusion only escalates when suddenly the live feed playing behind the stage shows her face instead of Lena's.

"Come up here, please."

With the entire crowd and her own friend and niece encouraging her towards the stage, Kara obliges, accepting a security guard's hand up onto the stage.

The next thing she knows, Kara is standing in front of the most beautiful woman she's ever seen, wearing the most beautiful gown she's ever seen, while a stranger starts to officiate the vows. But Kara can barely hear them. Her entire focus is encapsulated by the hurt she see's in Lena's eyes, the way the woman's throat works to keep herself from crying openly.

Kara would do anything to ease that hurt.

"And do you, uh, ma'am, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

It takes a long moment for Kara to realize the officiant is talking to her, which only clicks when she hears pre-teen Esme shout her name from the crowd.

"Come on, Aunt Kara!"

Kara's gaze flicks to the massive crowd beyond the stage, then back to the pop star whose hands she's holding.

"O-okay," she utters.

"Okay-- yeah, we'll take that! I now pronounce you wife and wife!"

The crowd erupts into applause. Kara turns towards the audience when Lena does, and gives a shy little wave that's met with a massive roar of approval. Soon, though, she and Lena are both ushered off stage, and Kara simply follows Lena as the star bustles through past the backstage area and into the corridors beyond, collecting her entourage as she goes.

Only one is expelled on sight.

"Lena! Lena, please let me explain--" A blonde woman is cut off from approaching Lena by a tall brunette who appears to be Lena's manager.

"Get her away from me," Lena chokes out, refusing to so much as look at the petite woman. But the next interception of the party she can't avoid.

Just around the first corner, their retinue all but collides with another.

All of a sudden, Lena is wrapped up in a pair of long arms, holding her close as she murmurs rapidfire Spanish in Lena's ear. Kara doesn't catch anything beyond "escuchame," which leads her to believe that the woman is in fact the person who caused the hurt she'd seen in Lena's eyes on stage, and that she is now whispering excuses.

Her hunch is proven right when Lena shoves away from the woman, who Kara now understands is Andrea Rojas. "Don't touch me," Lena seethes, her fluent spanish smooth despite her anger.

"You just married the first woman you laid eyes on?" Andrea fires back. "How could you--?"

"You don't get to ask me that," Lena snaps back, hiking up her skirts to march off in the opposite direction.

When Andrea grabs her arm roughly to spin Lena back around, the growing tension in both women causes Kara to step in.

With one deft move she twists Andrea's grip off of Lena's arm. She releases the woman's wrist as soon as contact is broken, then plants herself defensively in front of Lena.

"Let's keep our hands to ourselves," she says in English. Her hands are up in a placating gesture, but her tone brooks no argument.

Andrea looks her up and down with a sneer, before craning her neck to address Lena over Kara's shoulder.

"And who is this puta? You don't even know her name, do you?"

Lena is done. She turns away, giving her mamager a desperate look. "Get me out of here."

Kara makes to follow as the group starts to move, but watches Andrea closely to ensure she doesn't make another move to stop them.

"Lena! Come on!" The tall Latina calls, her voice ringing down the corridor. "You're making a fool of yourself!"

Lena freezes, and her entourage does as well. But it's Lena's manager who turns and stalks back towards Andrea, eyes blazing.

"No," the woman says. "You're the one who did that."

With that, the group starts moving again. Kara trails behind Lena, somehow absorbed into the circle of security around her. Cameras of the paparazzi flash as she helps a tearful Lena into a black SUV, then climbs in after her.

Once the door closes on them, the interior is quiet, providing a false sense of peace. They ride in silence for long minutes, as Kara wiped her damp palms on her pants and struggles to find something to say.

"I'm sorry this all happened to you," she finally settles on. She risks a glance at Lena's profile, and her heart breaks to see the artist isn't even quiet. She simply seems... resigned. "You didn't deserve that."

Lena scoffs. "How do you know what I deserve?"

"Well, there's the fact that no one deserves to be hurt the way she hurt you," Kara starts, "but there's also the fact that you just married a total stranger so you wouldn't disappoint your fans."

There's no response to that.

"I know we don't really know each other that well, but what you did tells me that you're a kind person."

Lena's eyebrows lift in a shrug, before her features settle into a somber expression.

"If only that were enough."

Eventually they pull into the parking garage of a tall skyscraper, and Kara watches as Lena slides awkwardly from her seat, a move hampered by her wide poofy dress.

"Hey." Kara leans towards the open door as Lena turns around to face her. She looks exhausted now, drained by the heartache and the events of the night. Kara offers what she hopes is a reassuring smile. "You going to be okay?"

Lena doesn't answer her question.

"Freddie will take you home."

But Kara isn't quite ready to say goodbye. "Wait," she calls, before Lena can turn away. She takes a deep breath. "I'm Kara."

Finally, the corners of Lena's mouth lifts an infinitesimal amount.

"Good night, Kara."

#supercorp #marry me au #yeah #i went there #hand in hand with the celebrity au #well... more like adjacent

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unoriginalmess · 3 years

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A Second Mask: Chapter 4

Did that just happen?

Hello guys! It's me. I'm finally writing again. Sorry about the delay. I'm going to explain more at the end of the chapter, but I'm just going to keep the beginning short. So here is chapter 4:

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To say Adrien was concerned would be a huge understatement. He was downright disturbed. Its been weeks and still Marinette hadn't changed back to the happy, peppy, nice girl that he knew. AND SHE WOULDN'T EVEN TALK TO HIM ABOUT IT!

He tried to talk to her for a whole week after her original trasformation, but after the repeated firm rejections, he stopped altogether. He figured that maybe with some space, she might be able to work through whatever she was going through, but at this point, he's losing hope.

When he is feeling this distressed about something, he usually turns to his lady, but she has been acting weird too. Ever since she suggested they start sparring, she's started to show that she is going through kinda a rough time as well. She is the same ladybug when everyone is watching, but when it's just the two of them, she looks sad and tired. She has also started saying some concerning things while they are sparring. She has started talking about how she has started taking being Ladybug and the Guardian more seriously, and how she has less distractions now, which would be a good thing if she didn't say them so sadly.

The good thing is, the sparring has given him a chance to get out his aggression because of the whole Marinette-situation and his anger at his father in a safe environment. He didn't like the idea of hitting Ladybug at first (especially in the face) but with her not holding back on her hits, he felt more comfortable doing the same. It has helped them fight better too. He hopes that whatever Ladybug is going through in her civillian life will work itself out soon, but until then he will be there for her. He just needs to figure out how to be there for Marinette.

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Felix was making good progress with Marinette. After they first asked marinette about (insert fashion question of your choice here, I legit know nothing and I didn't have time to research anything for this chapter), she had started answering their questions on a daily basis. After a couple of days of that, she had started to rant to them about different things in the fashion world that were bothering her, exciting her, or confusing her that particular day. In response to that, they had started to respond to her rants with their own opinions on the subjects and even start their own rants.

It had gotten to the point where Felix would now consider them to be friends, though they know that Marinette would never call them as such, it was fine with them. They know she has trust issues, and they can understand why, so they are fine with being friends in everything but a name.

Felix was looking forward to their daily banter as they waited in their seat for Marinette to arrive. When she did, she was followed by a very pissed-looking Alya. Felix turned to look at her and noticed that she had what looked to be tears forming in her eyes. What they didn't notice was the little black butterfly that had entered through the window in the back of the room, and was making a beeline towards her.

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Marinette walked to school in yet another one of her newest fashion creations: a pair of oversized grey ripped jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt. She was actually really liking her new look, and the comfort that it offered was just an added plus.

She was actually feeling excited to talk to Felix about Gabriel Agreste's newest fashion flop. They were the only person that she had met that actually cared about fashion as much as her. It made her happy to talk to them. It kind of scared her how excited she was. Shouldn't she be distancing herself from everyone? she thought to herself. No. Felix isn't my friend, they aren't close to me, they are just someone I talk fashion with. Like a coworker, yeah. Totally. Felix is just a coworker. ("Liar" says the inner voice in her head)

She was shocked out of her thoughts when she was pulled to the side by someone as she entered the courtyard. Her mind immediately thought of an akuma, when the person spoke.

"Marinette! Girl," Oh it's just Alya. Wait Alya? "How long are you gonna keep up this cry for attention? Are you really THAT jealous of Lila? I know that Adrien likes her, but that doesn't give you the right to act like this! And you are hanging out with Felix, who accused her of sexually harrassing Adrien on their first day here-?" She looked absolutely furious at her, but Marinette had heard enough. She cut Alya off in the middle of her presumably long rant.

"ALYA!" Said girl jumped at both the inturruption and the tone of voice used, "First of all, this isn't a cry for attention, if anything its a cry for leaving me the fuck alone. Second of all, I'm not jealous of Lila. I'm not in love with Adrien anymore, and haven't been for a while. You knew that I was dating Luka right? Why would I care who Adrien likes? Lastly, I am allowed to hang out with whoever I choose, whether you like them or not. It's none of your fucking business Alya, and if you think that I'm just some jealous, attention-seeker why do you even care?" With that last question she stormed off to the classroom, leaving a speechless Alya behind her.

When marinette sat down in her seat, she just kept thinking about how Alya was just talking to her. How could she think that about her? They used to be best friends, and Alya wasn't even concerned about her not talking to her anymore, she was just concerned about her being "jealous of Lila". It made her so furious that she could feel tears trickling down her face. She sees the black butterfly out of the corner of her eye and without hesitation grabs it out of the air.

(Next part is taken from this post by @bigfatbreak)

"Go ahead and akumatize me- See what happens, Hawkmoth!" She screamed the words with a slight madness that the energy of the akuma was giving her, "Every leash has two ends! I just have to pull until I find where you're holding it!"

At this point, the entire class was frozen in place watching her and listening to her crazed-sounding voice threaten an actual terrorist. Marinette felt Hawkmoth's confusion and terror through the bond. What in the- She's sensing me through the Akuma?! The akuma then started to fly away, and when it couldn't it zapped her hand like it was made of lightning and fluttered through the same window it came from. Marinette felt like she had failed yet again and collapsed down on her desk, muttering, "Uuuuggghh. It escaped anyway... What a waste. I didn't realize that Hawkmoth was such a coward. He usually likes grandstand..."

She was startled when her hand was picked up by Felix's, "You likely scared him off by managing to locate him like that... A risky move, I should mention. I would ask that you not attempt that a second time. No one knows what his akuma is truly capable of. You'll want to keep off of this hand for a while, too."

"Oh, are those the doctor's orders? Why, Felix, it almost sounds like you care about meeee." Marinette was all too amused by Felix's concern for her. She also liked to tease them... AS COWORKERS DO.

"I have an investment in your presence. Now don't be cheeky and let's get you to the nurse's office," They said while holding her wrist and gently pulling her in that direction.

Marinette scoffed, "'An investment in my presence'??"

Felix chuckled while still semi-dragging her by the wrist towards the front of the room, being careful not to hurt her injury even worse, "What did I just say about being cheeky?"

On their way out of the door they passed a VERY distressed-looking Adrien. He seemed to be sharing the sentiment with the entire class of: Did that just happen?

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And thats chapter 4. It is VERY LATE! I know. I've been swamped with work, and when I went to write it, I had zero ideas on how to write this chapter. I never ended up getting those ideas. I just went where my writing took me, so if it doesn't really match the characters that's why. I will try to be better at updating regularly, but it probably won't happen. Sorry to everyone with a normal sleep schedule, but this is the time that I write things. Also I didn't have my outline with me while writing this chapter, so it might not have everything I planned to write in it.

I would like to thank you all for all of the support I've been getting on this fic. Despite all of the chapter delays, you guys have stuck with me through all of it, so thank each and every one of you. I love seeing so many people loving this au as much as I do. Without you guys this story wouldn't exist, and I would've stopped writing it after the first chapter.

As always, constructive criticism is always accepted. I love being able to improve my writing whenever possible.

Thank you for reading. Have a nice day/night/whenever you are reading this. See ya next time guys, gals, and non-binary pals.

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shotorozu · 3 years

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I have so many cute, fluffy requests but lemme drop this one! I’d love to request head cannons of Bakugo, Shinsou, Kirishima, and Mirio being dared to lay on their crush’s lap. Y/N is chilling on the couch on her phone, unaware of this. So these bois fulfill the dare and of course Y/N is surprised but she always liked them and doesn’t think she’ll have an opportunity like this again, so what does she do? Place her phone down and gently rubs their head with one hand and cheek with the other with a tender smile and even calling them cute.

laying on their crush’s lap

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kirishima eijirou, togata mirio

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, but a f! reader, quirk’s not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff

note(s) : i want to apologize for not uploading yesterday! i was quite hoarded with school work, but just so you know— i do see your requests :)) i also wrote this at 3am by the way so.. no proofread rn but i will later!

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bakugou katsuki

ugh— first of all

bakugou is not one for dares. he thinks dares are quite useless, and irrelevant

however, it was either him; bakugou katsuki, being labeled a chicken or

laying his head down on Y/N— his crush. it doesn’t seem so bad to be honest

but.. the problem is that no one excluding the bakusquad has an idea of his feelings towards you

little did he know, you also harbor feelings towards him.

his pride.. can’t be hurt from something like this. nah, that’d be embarrassing

so he decides to go through with the dare.

after dinner, and briefly before he goes to sleep—

he enters the ground floor, and walks past the common room, where the bakusquad was just chilling at

you’re sitting beside them, just chilling on your phone— while listening to their antics

the bakusquad’s just staring at him, with a knowing look adorning their expressions

bakugou blinks, and he can sigh irritatedly— as he walks towards the couch, standing in front of you

carmine eyes practically glaring at you, waiting for you to notice his intense stare locked on you

with the bakusquad staring in anticipation, waiting for something to happen

you eventually notice (i mean, how could you not?) and you can only tilt your head “what’s up with you??” you question him with a light hearted tone

he doesn’t say much, only sighing before immediately dropping down and settling his head on your lap

you immediately grow flustered, suddenly aware of how soft his ash blond hair is (despite it’s rather.. spiky appearance)

the bakusquad’s just like “HOLY SHIT- he actually did it!” and it’s suddenly.. a lot more chaotic.

the blond shifts his position momentarily, red eyes staring up at you as they scan your expression for any sign of rejection

taking in your sheepish expression, and the fact that you gave him nothing but a rather.. contagious smile, he takes that as a good sign

but he’s surprised when you set down your phone, and attaching one hand onto his head- petting luscious blond pieces of hair

he blinks- genuinely pleased by this action and the bakusquad goes beserk

“is that good enough for you, dumbasses?” he asks switching back to his usual self, and they don’t give him much of an answer- only sending him cheeky looks.

when it’s time to go back to your rooms, bakugou suddenly breaks the silence.

“based off your reaction, i could say you like me back.” bakugou says it in such a soft tone, which is very out of character

you can only nod, and before you guys part ways, bakugou grabs the courage to grab your face and kiss you love the pining

hitoshi shinsou

it was definitely kaminari that asked him to do this, i mean.. when was it not-

recently joining the hero course in his second year, finally after working hard for his spot in the class- he became classmates with you

the person he’s been crushing on for the last year or so.

again, hitoshi’s pretty chill when it comes to dares and class games, but he’s not someone that would indulge in them regularly.

but kaminari, being quite the social butterfly he is, waltzed over to the recent addition to their class

and asked him to lay his head on your lap. since he was having his suspicions of shinsou having a crush.

shinsou’s thinking like.. “damn, he definitely knows. i mean, he’s probably the only person that knows.”

thing is, he’s probably the least bold out of all of these characters.

like.. he kinda wants to do it because it’s you but he’s also considering your feelings

oh boy.. if only you knew.

and he doesn’t want to embarrass you either. so he's just having a heart time just finding the perfect moment.

scanning the hallway of any people, he pads right across it as he enters the common room

he’s surprised to see you chilling on the couch.

you squeak out a small noise startled by the sudden appearance of another person, but they immediately calm down realizing it’s shinsou

“didn’t expect to see you there,” you laugh, and he could only chuckle at your reaction, as he stand next to the couch

his stomach is practically swarming with butterflies, but he replies anyway “you’re not staying in your room?”

“i didn’t realize how late it was,” you smile, “what’re you doing down here?”

“just getting a glass of water,” shinsou replies simply, silently trying his best to calm down his racing heart, shifting to stand infront of you

it’s silent for a few seconds, and it feels like forever. but shinsou concludes that he might as well do it now.

there's no one here to question his actions anyway.

dropping down, he pushes his head onto your lap- which surprises you because you never expected hitoshi shinsou; your crush

to just.. suddenly settle his head on your lap.

you’re flustered, but you love how the peaceful look on his usually tired out face.

placing your hand on his head, fingers weaving through purple locks- you allow a moment to pass by

breaking the silence, you speak “how cute,”

shinsou raises an eyebrow at your comment, and stands right up- walking away from the cut short moment.

“where are you going?” you ask, since how could he just do that and walk away so casually??

“getting water, like i said.” the corner of his lips turn up slightly. “i’ll see you later. maybe we could do this more.”

you don’t reply- and shinsou could only laugh at the way you owlishly blink “now who’s the cute one now?” he pokes fun at your bewildered- yet cute expression, and it’s not long before he disappears into the hallway

the next day, kaminari experiences such a field day when he finds out he did it. he could tell by the sheepish look on your face.

kirishima eijirou

who’s the one that dared him? it was mina and kaminari

similar to bakugou, the bakusquad’s the only one that has a slight idea of your crush, and that includes bakugou

to his dismay

so they dared kirishima to do this because it might just give you guys a head start. and they also wanted to see kiri’s reaction.

at first, kirishima was pretty reluctant regarding this dare, because.. how tf is he gonna do this??

is it unmanly to just.. walk up to you and plop his head right down onto your lap?

what if he tarnished what y’all have? he wouldn’t say it’s a relationship yet, but your relationship’s at a pretty good place right now.

it was bakugou that convinced him to do the dare because “just do it, idiot. it might do you something good for once.”

he only said this because he wanted them to shut up ngl

so if his bestie- bakugou is telling him to a dare then.. it’s probably a sign to do it.

shaking off the nervousness, kirishima walks off to find you- because the sooner the better, right?

you’re just doing your own thing, as you chill with mina on the couch. seeing the red head- mina sends a quick expression that practically tells him to go for it

kirishima gulps, nervously- and he enters the area, you’re suddenly aware of his presence.

“oh, hi kiri!” you greet him casually, and he waves back at you, butterflies tickling his stomach.

no need to feel nervous eijirou, just.. do it.

breathing in, he immediately kneels down on the floor right infront of you

you’re startled when you suddenly feel weight on your lap, and you’re visibly flustered seeing your own crush resting his head on your lap

mina’s making train noises right now, but she’s trying hard to not make a huge deal out of it (but how could she not, really? she’s tired of seeing both of her friends pinning over each other.)

“sorry, Y/N” kirishima apologizes, yet he doesn't see the slightest hint of discomfort.

you laugh, smoothing your head over his head, his face practically rivals his dyed hair. “if you wanted to lay your head on my lap, you could’ve said so, cutie.”

wait.. so does that mean you like him too?

mina couldn’t contain herself, as seeing the heavens as y’all interact. rip

togata mirio

shy? that’s so funny.

is that a thing with mirio togata? this is the same man that fought class 1-A butt ass naked.

there’s no shame detected in his bloodstream. more like.. he just knows how to hide it well.

nejire dared him to lay his head on your lap, because she wanted the both of you to just “get together already!!”

and she also wanted to see your reaction.

tamaki’s just like “uh.. won’t Y/N spontaneously combust though?”

mirio legit has no shame, this guy is the sole definition of ‘where’s my hug at?’

would not care about the location because a dare is a dare. the next time he sees you sitting outside of school hours

he’s sitting on that lap. end of the discussion.

you’re sitting on the couch of the dorm’s common room, and you’re just waiting for a text from nejire and tamaki

(since you and mirio aren’t classmates with tamaki and nejire, you guys try to meet up with each other as much as y’all can.)

mirio walks into the common room, and he’s glad to see you just sitting there.

now would be a good time!

calling your name out cheerfully, he approaches you-”Y/N, hi!” he grins as he approaches you, nothing seems off.

“hi mirio- wait,” your greeting is cut off short when he sets his head on your lap, humming immediately as he savors the pleasant feeling.

“w-what’re you doing?”

“laying on your lap! it’s pretty comfortable here. have i told you that yet?”

you shake your head, experiencing a loss of words.

he can only grin, eyes shimmering with joy- absolutely loving the expression on your face.

“you’re too cute, mirio. if you asked me out right now, i wouldn't be too mad at the idea.”

blinking up at you, he asks “well? will you?”

“of course.”

nejire and tamaki’s watching the scene from outside, and tamaki had to restrain nejire from squealing too hard.

thanks nejire :))

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dykefight · 3 years

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I want to share some of the experiences of my loved ones and myself that started leading me to radical feminism

One of my best friends (currently a 19 year old college student) used to have an onlyfans and currently sells underwear online. She says that the most humiliating moments of her life happened on onlyfans and similar websites. She had guys ask things like would she have sex with her brother, could she cry on camera, or if she would piss herself for them. There were two men she encountered that still make me sick to think about. The worst one was a man who regularly paid for videos of her pretending like she was being raped by him without a condom. She would beg for him to stop, not to impregnate her, and she cried and screamed. She was not allowed to get any pleasure from it or she wouldn’t get paid. The man only found pleasure in the idea of a teenage girl being traumatized and abused. The other man paid her to dominate him over the phone. He wanted her to control every aspect of his life. He was nearly 30 at the time while she was 18. The worst part of this ordeal was that they knew each other from when she was around twelve or thirteen. During this time I watched her mental health rapidly decline. Her poor mental health ended up causing her to quit less than a year after starting her account. Now she sells underwear and the conditions are no better. She’s been asked to sell worn underwear, underwear she’s pissed in, underwear with her period blood in it, and underwear she’s worn while masturbating. She has been masturbating so frequently that her skin over her clit has begun peeling. The idea that this is empowering her as a woman makes me sick. It’s basically a form of self harm. Anytime I mention that she might need to slow down she explodes, ranting about how she loves doing it, how it’s good money, and that it’s her choice. No woman should be brainwashed into that mindset.

Two of my other friends have been coerced by their boyfriends into sex that they didn’t want. One of them was guilt tripped into having anal sex by her boyfriend. She didn’t want to have sex until marriage, which he already knew prior. She said he looked so disappointed that she felt like she had to let him do anal. She also said this was easily one of the most painful experiences of her life. She ended up being pressured into vaginal sex only a few weeks later. Another friend was VERY adamant about saving any kind of sex until marriage. Her boyfriend pretended like this was totally fine until around a year into their relationship. He starting persuading her into giving him handjobs and blowjobs, insisting that they were meaningless acts and no big deal. She complied but still wouldn’t let him do anything sexual to her. Eventually he got impatient and decided to touch her while she was asleep on a school trip. She admits to being scarred from this, but insists that he didn’t mean any harm and that he wouldn’t do it again. In March, they were at a party together and had a fight. My friend is known for being a lightweight. While she was furious and drunk, her boyfriend was barely tipsy. He apparently decided that the best way for her to get over it was to push her into a room and have sex even though she was fully unable to consent. At some point, someone walked into the room, saw them, and told everyone at the party about it, including complete strangers. People still bring it up to her like it’s some funny story. Neither of my friends see anything wrong with their boyfriends or their actions. I, along with mutual friends, have tried to bring it up but they insist that it was a one time thing, their boyfriends didn’t know any better, and that we’re being over dramatic. It hurts me to know that they’re just one of many girls who dismiss sexual assault just because they’ve never been told what is wrong in a sexual relationship.

My mom was raped by my father while they were dating. My mom was raised in a very religious family so she saw premarital sex as one of the ultimate sins. She was okay with everything except penetrative sex. At some point, they were naked together and he saw that as an invitation. She froze up and couldn’t bring herself to stop him. That was how she lost her virginity. It wasn’t until she told me that she realized he raped her and that was only because I told her. She didn’t know she was raped until over 30 years later. She said she always thought she asked for it since she was naked around him and let him get close enough for it. She didn’t know that there are multiple types of rape until much later in life, so she never connected the dots. If she had known, she might’ve been able to save herself from the abusive marriage that followed.

Speaking of my mother and her marriage, she was also taught that getting a divorce was a sin in the eyes of god, especially if the wife initiates it. My mom couldn’t bring herself to divorce him in the beginning and then once she had kids she couldn’t divorce him until she made sure he wouldn’t get joint custody of us. She suffered through 35 years of abuse all because of some bullshit she had forced upon her since she was young. My grandma on my moms side experienced the same thing and wouldn’t divorce my grandfather who cheated on her and had a child with another woman.

These last ones are my own personal experiences. I, like many women, have faced sexual assault multiple times. The first time was when I was 12 and sexually assaulted by my long time family friend who was 15. He was best friends with my cousin who I am very close to so he also became a friend of mine. We also went to the same school. One day the three of us were at my cousins house and I was sharing a blanket with the friend. Under the blanket, he began to brush his hand along my ass which I thought was an accident since we were on a small couch sharing a blanket meant for one person. It soon escalated to him grabbing my ass under my jeans and through my underwear and then cupping my boobs. This was all while my cousin sat five feet away. When I finally got the courage to get out I got a text from the guy begging me not to tell my cousin. It took me nearly a month to tell my family and the school. My family said they would cut all contact with his family and the school said they would make sure I never had to be around him in a school setting. However, almost immediately, my family went back to being friends with his family and my school went back on their promise. Even though the guy confessed and I had the texts as evidence, he faced no real repercussions. Another guy continually harassed me over the course of our freshman, sophomore, and junior year. He’d do things like grab me, slap my ass, stick his hand down my uniform, grind against me during class while I was bent over, and he always found new ways to contact me after being blocked. When I finally told a teacher mid junior year, the way the school “punished” him was by having his football coach talk to him. This is the same football coach that’s known to indirectly slut shame girls in front of everyone. The guys behavior towards me didn’t change so I just gave up. I was never taken seriously when these incidents came to light. Everyone just assumed it was something to brush off. That it’d go away after a gentle scolding. Even my peers who say they’re all about protecting and defending women basically responded with “that sucks” and moved on.

I turned to radical feminism because it’s given me a place to be heard. I can speak my mind. Even if someone doesn’t agree with me, they’ll have a civilized discussion or simply move on rather than start an argument.

#and there’s more obviously #radfem #terf safe #terfs do touch #gender critical #terfs please interact #radical feminism #drop the t #lgb #long post #sorry #mine

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spencersmagic · 3 years

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a knife twists at the thought - SR

Prompt: a knife twists at the thought that i should fall short of the mark - Arctic Monkeys

Summary: Spencer is new to this, and the poor boy is terrified

Couple: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid (i picture season 2/3 Spencer but y’all do you)

Category: angst

Word count: 3086 words

Warnings: general criminal minds stuff, mentions and descriptions of torture, descriptions of loss, HAPPY ENDING!!, my 3am writing, tooth rotting love, uhmm spoilers for Orwell’s 1984 (if anybody hasn’t read it), humiliation, Spencer crying and breaking my heart (lmk if you need anything warned or trigger tagged).

A/N This is very loosely based on 2x15 (VERY LOOSELY). I’m quite proud of this one :)

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They say you never see it coming.

When a tragedy occurs, and someone’s life is turned upside down forever, they never see it coming. It just... hits them. Like an oncoming car ramming into a bystander who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

No one has time to prepare. In our time-starved lives, there is no place for such a warning.

One day, you just wake up. And they’re not next to you. They’ve disappeared, leaving the stickiest, most unforgettable parts of themselves behind for others to grieve to: the smell of their shampoo in the pillows they used to share, the seconds just as you wake when you still feel like you have them - only to gain full consciousness and realise they left you behind - even the fucking jars, which never seem to be open because he’s just not there to do it.

And you feel your heart breaking all over again as your soul sticks to the parts that couldn’t be erased with the rest of him as he left. Because you needed him, you had him, and now he’s gone. No warning, no letter, no signs which could’ve helped you foresee such a tragedy, because how could he? He didn’t disappear on purpose.

She doesn’t understand why he's so absent. So unequivocally missing. And the person she would turn to to ask these riddled questions isn’t there to answer. Because he’s gone.

But they’re not there yet.

And she feels so close to that feeling - the helplessness, the pain, the empty cups next to her bed because he always carried them to the sink when she was finished with her tea the mornings of those rare days they got to sleep in. Those days when they had time. She can practically touch, with the tip of her fingertips, the waves of pain that would surge over her if he was gone for one more fucking minute.

She has to remind herself, over and over again, like a mantra. He’s not gone yet.

The “yet” at the end of her mantra just breaks her all over again.

She was always the one to tell Spencer “if you worry before something happens, in case it goes wrong, and then it does, you’ve managed to suffer twice through something painful for absolutely no reason”. It usually worked. Needless to say, she felt like a hypocrite right about now.

Because Spencer is gone. And she doesn’t know how to bring him back.

She knows only to watch the monitor, never once blinking, taking in everything that happened in that damned livestream - every word, every sound, every reference. She can only try to hear anything over the whimpers and sobs her love was letting out as he’s tortured by that man. She can only hear the cracks of his knuckles against Spencers soft skin, the same soft skin she had kissed mere hours ago before telling him to “be careful”. Her own way of saying the three little words the couple was too young to hear. She can only see his lips parting, sobs rumbling out of his body as the unsub abuses his frame over and over again - same lips which had kissed her forehead before telling her “i always am”.

Then again, she isn’t sure if its his voice which is filling her head with painful sounds or if her mind is playing tricks on her, memorising the horrifying vibrations coming from his chest for her to ever consider anything else. She hasn’t stopped hearing him since she turned on that damned computer.

She isn’t sure she’ll ever stop hearing it.

As a man of great intellect, Spencer always recurred to knowledge to understand difficult occurrences in his life. Burying himself in textbooks, novels, poems, and even music to understand pain, and himself having a life filled with it, he was an incredibly knowledgeable man.

He knew much. But right now, he only knew one thing.

In Orwells’ 1984, as Winston was being tortured (much like Spencer is right now), Orwell described the following:

“Never, for any reason on earth, could you wish for an increase of pain. Of pain you could only wish one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain there are no heroes, no heroes”.

And, as a man who had acquired most of his intellect by immersing himself in trivial content in the face of pain, he found himself doing the same thing as the unsub hurt him over and over again, each blow seemingly more painful than the last. As his skin bruised, a causality of his abusers torment, he analysed the seemingly logical quote.

It must depend on the person, he was sure. In fact, a number of factors must be taken into consideration at this statement. For starters, Winston lives in a society incapable of any human feelings. There is only dominance, and those who attempt, in vain, to challenge it. Surely, if he had felt happiness, like the one you feel when the first day of spring rolls around, or like the one that creeps up on you as you look into the eyes of your loved one, surely, he would understand that some things can outweigh pain.

Love.

If Spencer’s mind could make sense of what he was feeling right now, he would understand, something he would figure of were he to leave this damned place, that he was thankful to the Gods, were there any, for having the unsub kidnap him and not Y/N.

Winston hadn’t understood emotional pain because emotions weren’t dealt with regularly. They were discouraged. That’s why he believed that there are no heroes in the face of pain. Because he doesn’t understand emotional pain.

He knew he was suffering. He also knew that Y/N was at the other side of the blinking camera suffering more than he could ever imagine.

They say emotional pain lasts 12 minutes. Anything one feels after this would be the aftermath of the cause of the pain in question. Pure emotional pain, the one you practically feel in your chest, the one that says “i can’t think, feel or be. not until this feeling dissipates”.

She had learned this from Spencer.

And she wished it were true. As she watched that damned monitor, she wished that all the venom the unsub was spewing at Spencer, all the verbal abuse, was long forgotten. She wished he could only feel the physical pain. Because the mind is incredibly stronger than the body - it could keep him awake, alive, for just enough time for the team to rescue him.

The entire team had huddled around the monitor around her. She was painfully aware that other people were seeing this. Which meant it wasn’t her imagination. It wasn’t another one of those damned dreams she would have when she slept a little too far away from Spencer’s touch.

They had only been together for two months, but his touch was all that could get her to fall asleep.

She jolted as the unsub landed another slap on Spencer’s cheek, swiftly grabbing his hair for him to look into the camera. He had a cut above his right cheek, just where she would kiss him in the mornings, and bruises all over his neck, jaw and left eye.

“Say hi to your team!” he mocked Spencer, chuckling darkly as he moved his almost lifeless body around for the team to watch in horror. Spencer let out a heartbreaking sob, feeling so vulnerable.

“Why don’t we make this interesting?” he jumped, as if he had gotten an idea. The unsub reached behind himself to grab a pistol, clicking off the magazine safety to put one bullet in one of the eight slots, leaving the other seven free. He pointed it at Spencer’s temple.

Her entire body shook the thought of seeing Spencer’s lifeless body, held up only by the ropes and that sick man’s grip around his curls. The same curls she grabbed as she kissed his face when she wanted his attention.

“I’m going to ask you some questions...” he said, voice dripping with sickening sweetness as he turned the roulette, “and if i don’t like your answer i’ll pull the trigger! Let God decide what I do with you. Sounds good?”. He wanted to humiliate Spencer.

However, Spencer made the mistake of not answering him. He was quickly reminded as the barrel of the gun pointed right between his eyes, pulling the trigger, a loud bang! sound expanding through the barn.

“I asked you a question!” he suddenly yelled into Spencer’s face.

“Y-yes, Sir” he whimpered, shaking at the ease at which the man pulled the trigger.

“Good, you’re learning”.

She experienced it by bits. Hotch’s hoarse voice. “Talk to me Garcia”. “We’ve got coordinates”. Everybody rushing to the SUVs. Tripping over her own feet on the way to the car. Morgan’s voice. The iPad, which still carried Spencer’s whimpers and the man mocking tone.

“I’ve got your diary, Spence” his sing-song voice didn’t match the disgusting man she was looking at. Nothing made sense.

“And I wanna know why...” he drew out the ‘y’ as he looked for something between the worn pages between his hands.

Of course she knew Spencer owned a diary. But she was mature enough to keep her hands to herself and her eyes on her own pages as he wrote on his, eyebrows creasing as he recalled all which he had experienced during the day. His face would twitch slightly at the memories, both good and bad, as he basically described his day word by word.

“...why did you wait until you were 24 to lose your virginity?” he asked in a clear attempt to humiliate and ridicule Spencer in front of his team.

“I-I didn't-” he could barely finish a word before a sob wrecking through his body at the humiliation, chest rumbling and voice wavering. “I didn’t want to lose it before, i w-wasn’t in a hurry” he rushed out. The man brought the pistol to his own chin, tapping it as he thought. “Hmm... I’m satisfied with your answer. Let’s dig deeper, shall we?” he asked as he went back into the pages.

“ooh! This one is new” that sick bastard was having fun with this, completely unaware that the team was less than 5 minutes away from their location.

“Care to read what you wrote three days ago? Right here” he turned the pages so Spencer could read them, though he was painfully aware of that entry he was talking about. His body shook violently. “P-please. D-don’t ma-make me do t-this” he whimpered, body feeling defeated.

“Wrong answer” the unsub said before pointing a gun at him and pulling the trigger.

A shriek was heard from the iPad. The SUV went silent.

“He’s alive” she whispered, unable to speak up. “He-” she swallowed. “He’s alive. We’re not there, yet” her mantra became a reminder that she hadn’t been quick enough to help him. She had the tools to save him. Every second she had the knowledge to save him and didn’t was another second she remained impotent at the risk of losing the love of her life.

Spencer’s voice spoke from the iPad.

“C-can you at-at leas-st turn off t-the ca-amera?” he said between sobs.

And it hit her.

What hurt him the most wasn’t the memories he had to relieve, but the fact that the rest of the team would have to hear his most intimate thoughts. His deepest secrets.

He could bare the pain. The humiliation? That broke him.

“Aww” the unsub chuckled mockingly, “are you embarrassed?” he said, slouching down to look into his eyes. “Well too fucking bad!” he screamed into his face, spitting with every word he spewed at him. Spencer’s sobs got louder.

“O-okay okay!” Spencer caved, accepting the journal that got shoved into his face.

“Read, pretty boy” the unsub sang. That son of a bitch was having fun.

“We’re two minutes away, Y/N” Hotch said. Maybe it was he sobs, which were barely audible to herself, having accepted them as second nature after all the heartbreak she was experiencing, but Hotch needed her to be okay.

His own heart thumped into his chest, feeling as helpless as he’d ever felt. Seeing a member of his team - someone he was supposed to take care of, someone he was supposed to keep safe - was sobbing as he was physically and emotionally tortured. But he was painfully aware of the feelings Y/N was experiencing. The sheer fear that was running down her veins at the idea of them running out of time.

After a few sobs, Spencer started reading, interrupting himself occasionally with his whimpers:

“It’s been three months. Today, three months, seven hours and forty-six minutes ago, she did what I didn’t have the courage to do. She asked me out. “I’ve been wanting to ask you pretty much since the day i met you” she had said. Those words keep ringing in my head like a beautifully written symphony, intrinsically designed to make me face my deepest fears. Opening my scars one by one, dissecting them and reaching the simple conclusion that i was a coward.

She didn’t say it, but what she meant was “i’ve been waiting for you to do it, but you never did, so i had to”. We wasted time - a time so precious and sacred - because i was a coward.

I’ve never felt like this before. I never understood a love so deep as to move something so stubborn as the human spirit. I’ve read textbook after textbook, and novel after novel, and still I’ve never learned more than with her. But I was a coward. And i wasted her time. I fear that I still am.

A knife twists at the thought that i should fall short of the mark. It’s impossible for me to ever be enough for her”.

Her heart broke at this confession. Even worse at the thought that he wouldn’t’ve told her, instead inhaling fear and exhaling rejection at every breath he took next to her.

“We’re here” she heard Hotch, looking at her. She grabbed a bottle of water and dropped the iPad, not hearing the teams objections at the lack of vest and preparation and ran into the barn.

She isn’t sure if she’ll ever stop hearing his whimpers. As she runs closer, she hears them louder and louder, decorated with sobs and cries, and small, meaningless replies to his abusers’ mocking words.

She kicked the door down, the loud bang booming across the room, only helping in raising Spencer’s sobs as he feared the sound had been the result of a certain trigger being pulled. As she looks at him, she realises just how much pain he’s been put through.

She remembers Orwells words, much like how Spencer had remembered them mere hours ago. And disagrees, wishing over and over, praying to the Gods that she would be the victim of such atrocious abuse. She wished she could take his pain. Morgan joined her at her side mere seconds later, yelling. “FBI! Put the gun down!”.

Spencer used the last bit of energy to lunge forward, hitting the unsubs stomach with his head, successfully getting him on the floor for Morgan to apprehend. Y/N rushed to Spencer’s side, untying him, as his now nonexistent sobs grew louder and louder, not only at the prospect of getting out of that horrible place alive, but also at the knowledge that Y/N had heard what he had so dreadfully recited.

Spencer collapsed into her arms, crying into her in the same way she was crying into him, and she wondered just how to take away all his pain. So they cried into each other, desperately grasping each others hair, skin, clothes, anything that would make them feel like they wouldn’t have to spend another damned second without the company of each other.

Spencer was the first to break the silence.

“I need-” he stopped, coughing. She reached for the bottle of water she had brought with her because she knew he would need it. She always knew what he needed.

He chugged it desperately, stray drops falling down his chin at his eagerness. He took a deep breath trying to steady his lungs.

“I need to get out of here” he choked out.

She grabbed him under the shoulders, careful not to hurt him - not being successful, realising that there wasn’t much of him the man hadn’t hurt. Y/N pulled him out, sitting down on the grass with him. Their legs intertwined, pulling each other impossibly closer. They kissed, over and over again. Not as an act of any sexual relevance, but as a reminder that they had each other in any way, shape or form. That they weren’t out of time.

The team was certain they would stay there, never letting each other go for another minute.

After what felt like seconds in their time-starved little world, she broke the silence, which had only been filled with their own cries and occasional sobs.

“Spence” she grabbed his chin to look into his eyes. They were dull, red and hooded. He was exhausted. “Mhmm?” he let out, looking into hers. She was his solace.

“How could you ever think you were anything but completely and unequivocally enough?” she whispered the words he dreaded.

But as Spencer looked into her eyes he knew, better than he had ever known anything, that he was enough. And she was enough. He realised that which she had known for the past three months (possibly longer). They fit like two marvellous puzzle pieces.

Her hands grabbed his cheeks slowly, as to not hurt or startle him, pulling his forehead into hers. “Baby, I can’t imagine anybody else waking up to me every morning. You’re so much more than enough”, she planted a small kiss on his forehead before resuming her position. “I’ll remind you every day of the rest of my life if that’s what it takes for you to believe it”.

And with their eyes closed, foreheads and noses pressed together and legs tangled between each other, pulling each other close, closer - around grass and voices and his abuser pressed into the hood of a police car, they only felt each other. With their shaky breaths, even shakier voices, fearing any words that would leave them in case they triggered a cascade of tears down their oh so vulnerable cheeks, they were more than enough.

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