#But i can abuse this girl his same age and she won't run. Finally! A victim who won't leave!

[bonebabbles]

I keep starting and abandoning posts that go into my drafts, as I try to stay tasteful about how fucking revolted this part makes me. Like, I'm legitimately unsure if the very relevant trauma I have is making me see things that aren't here

But first we see that Star Flower is trying to ingratiate herself to the group, just after she reappears from chapter 5. Chapter 5 is about how Clear Sky is still abusive towards his son, and she comes in after stroking his ego, stressing how alone she is, and appealing to how she'll be loyal unlike his child. (She glances over at Thunder, directly implying this.)

Now in Chapter 9, she's babysitting and trying to care for Milkweed's kits (in spite of discomfort from Milkweed), taking a wet sleeping space away from the others, and pulling more than her own weight "without complaint." Putting herself through harsh sitations to prove her worth.

All while trying to appear extra attractive to Thunder, and later Clear Sky. Basically every man in power who can "protect her"

Like, am I going fucking crazy? With how we later find out that Star Flower was "promised as a mate" to One Eye's subordinate Slash, is... is that hypersexualization? One of the extremely stigmatized symptoms of sexual abuse?

She goes to find Clear Sky alone to throw herself at his paws, and he's very quickly attracted to how she promises to perfectly obey him, have no needs of her own, and finally be the perfect servant that he desires

"I don't deserve your trust because I am dirt. I understand you because I also regret something. I'd die for you. I'll never betray you unlike those who have."

This isn't manipulation. She means this. The story is playing their romance sincerely. She's comparing "betraying" Thunder by telling her own father about an assassination ambush to Clear Sky's history of child abuse, physical assault, and murder

She believes she's on the same level as this; a monster who murdered a childhood friend in a fit of entitled rage. She was a victim of One Eye who really believes that the way her father used her means she "understands" this monster, deserves this treatment.

And Clear Sky LIKES that.

He likes that she will have COMPLETE FAITH in him. That she will follow him WITHOUT QUESTION. That she will OBEY his orders. That's fucking verbatim, that's THE TEXT!!!

WHILE HE'S STILL CRYING ABOUT "ive tried to atone every day" FOLLOWING THE LAST TWO BOOKS WHERE THE ONLY SHITTY THING HE DOESN'T DO IS MURDER INNOCENT WOMEN

Am I insane?? Am I wrong??? Am I missing something here???? Why the fuck is the fandom takeaway "haha sexy girl steals his dad." Did I read the same book

#Csa mention #Did they once again do a misogyny so hard they accidentally gave their woman character trauma #My tip to anyone in a draining relationship. If your partner fetishizes that YOU would never leave or betray them unlike ''all the others'' #RUN. #There may be a reason their exes cut ties with them and they're praising you for ignoring red flags #Especially when your partner is significantly older and more experienced #Theres nothing noble about constantly suffering for the sake of 'loyalty' #Star Flower PLEASE get out of here you dont fucking deserve this you did nothing wrong #Bones reads dotc #Dotc hate #I thought i was just remembering things wrong when i was adding the subtheme of thunder having a connection to star via abusive dads- #-in my dotc rewrite. But no it's right there. It's in the text and it's something clear is attracted to #I abuse the shit out of my son and he left me once over it #But i can abuse this girl his same age and she won't run. Finally! A victim who won't leave! #And then they become mates and she births at least two litters #Cw abuse #sa mention #EDIT: I've changed the language just slightly #because the timeline COULD work out that starf was an adult when she was promised to slash for a very brief window of time #and hypersexualization is a symptom of trauma resulting from many types of sex abuse. Even that done when the victim was an adult. #it's just more common in CSA

[bubblegumfanfictions]

Down the Rabbit Hole- Chapter 11

Fandom- Angels of Death, Satsuriku No Tenshi

Ships- Zack Foster x Original Female Character

Warnings- Swearing

Summary- Robin Reyes is a fucked up girl, from a young age she was molested by doctors and sometimes her mother's boyfriend. With her mother's abuse getting worse and worse the girl snaps and kills them both. While on the run she gets approached by a group of people claiming they know a place where people like her could kill, legally. All she needed to do was follow the rules.

When Robin meets Rachel she realises that she wants to try her hand at a normal life despite how abnormal she is and when she meets Zack they gradually warm up to each other until she realises who she wants that normal life with.

Word Count- 2722

After a few minutes of silence, Zack felt something move under his feet, "Hey, it feels like something rang under my feet. That means I can move right?" Zack grins, wading out of the water. Robin wrung out her dress to the best of her abilities, it was now just damp and Zack handed her back her Apron which she also squeezed out.

"Guess we should head back to the hole, right?" Zack asked Robin, who was attempting to pull her damp dress onto her body. Aside from that, she was uncharacteristically quiet. Zack had only been with her for a short time, but he was used to her obnoxiousness.

"Oi, Dumbass, you alive in there? Helllooooooo?" He kept tapping the blonde repeatedly, trying to get her to say something. He doesn't like one-sided conversations. He realised it had to be to do with what she told him, or her crying. Maybe she thought he would kill her? In a normal situation, he absolutely would but he related to shitty adults abusing, manipulating and scaring their children, he knew it all too well.

"If it means anything, you're still the same annoying ass girl that giggles too much, that ain't gonna change anytime soon, so quit your moping, it is almost more annoying than your normal mood. Not sure if this'll help any but I know what it's like to get fucked up by adults who think they're better than you."

Robin smiled a bit at that but she still looked upset. "Ughh, don't give me that look, you look like Rachel when you smile. Fuckin' dead eyes, the both of you." In retort to that, Robin tilts her head to the side, managing the deadest look possible and dropping to her knees.

"Please... Kill me." She looked at Zack dead in the eyes before he began to giggle like a maniac, that was when she finally lost it. She got up and they finally began to walk to the hole.

The second they left the first room however, the lights began to flicker. Maybe five or six times before Robin spoke up. "Looks like some dipshit forgot to pay the electricity bills" Zack giggled, that was the sort of thing he'd say. As annoying as Robin is, it was nice to have someone on the same wavelength.

When they get into graveyard 2, Zack runs straight up to the hole. "She still isn't back? What the fuck is inside there anyway? If that bitch is going to bolt on me-" Zack was interrupted by Robin groaning loudly.

"She won't, remember? She wants you to kill her. She won't bolt until you do." Zack nodded, pacing back and forward in front of Rachel's grave as he sorts through his thoughts.

"What the hell is up with her anyway? She won't run, she's all emotionless... It is fucking creepy." He thinks for a moment and then continues. "Yeah, it would be boring as fuck killing her. Maybe when she is frolicking around like a gleeful little dipshit, then I'll kill her." Robin sits down on a neighbouring tombstone with an equally thoughtful expression.

"Not necessarily, you saw her back there, if it wasn't for the dead eyes she almost looked alive." Zack raised an eyebrow. "What? I said almost." Zack stops his pacing while letting out a loud groan.

"Fuck sake, this is driving me mad!" As if on cue, or to purposely piss off Zack further the lights flickered. "Ugh, not again." Robin got up from her seated position when an odd feeling ran through her body as if she was being watched. She stood next to Zack as they both looked around the room, the lights flickering once, twice, three times and then a fourth before totally blacking out.

Robin felt herself freaking out at how dark it was, she knew she could handle the dark, she got over it shortly after killing the Doctors at the asylum but that still didn't help the gnawing feeling that something was about to go wrong. "Oh, are you FUCKING serious!?" She heard Zack yell to her left. "IT'S PITCH BLACK!"

The two killers tried navigating themselves into corners so they won't get jumped but ended up slamming into each other. "Watch where you're going, dipshit." Robin hissed at the taller boy.

"In case you didn't notice, I CAN'T!" Just as Robin was about to respond Zack stopped her. "Shhh. Who's there?" Zack called out as he clearly heard extra footsteps in the room.

"You grave desecrator." A child's voice? They have a child running this floor? The lights flicker back on, presumably controlled by the floor master. Robin looked down at the young boy, he couldn't have been older than 15 although she couldn't really tell due to the weird mask he was wearing. He had on some large blue overalls, oversized gloves and a red scarf and he held a large shovel in his hands.

"....Huh?" was Zack's reaction to the child that stood before them. He looked down at the child seemingly offended by the fact that whoever was running the joint thought that this kid could take him out.

"Howdy, Zack! ...Robin. The names Eddie." The young boy looked at the carnage that Zack has caused and sighed. "I had a nice spot for you with everyone else but you had to ruin your own grave? And Robin's? You are insane." Zack rolled his eyes, propping himself against his scythe, like always.

"Yeah, but don't you think mine was a piss-poor excuse of a grave? --No?" As quick as he could Zack lifted his scythe in preparation to attack Eddie but Eddie was faster. He switched out the lights and ran beside Robin before switching them back on. "...Damn you-"

Eddie looked forlornly down at Zack's grave and the hole. "Sorry, due to the circumstances yours was a bit of a rush job-- The hole is only half dug." Eddie's stance suddenly changes as he seemed very smug now. "But your tombstone is just fine, I'd say it fits you to a 'T' if you catch my drift." He proceeds to giggle in a creepy horror movie manner.

"How about I make YOUR grave instead?" Zack goes to attack the boy but gets stopped by Robin.

"Whoa Whoa Whoa I think fucking NOT, the little sod is just going to turn out the lights and then I'll be flayed!" Zack laughs at her comment.

"Two for the price of one!" He readies his blade again as the lights begin to flicker and dim and then it goes dark again, without a moment to spare Robin jumps out of the way just before she gets hit by the full force of his weapon. They flick back on again but this time Eddie is standing opposite the two adults with a grin peeking through the hole in his mask.

"Well, enough about you. I'm more interested in finishing that girl's grave, I'm in love." Zack looks at Robin, confused. Robin shook her head and gestured it towards the hole in the wall hearing Zack make a sound of acknowledgement. Eddie pouts and turns away from them. "It's always the same thing, making graves for murder victims day in and day out! It's boring! Sure making graves is my passion-- but the bodies that occupy them aren't quite as loveable. They lack beauty."

This was a bizarre situation. This murderous child just stood there talking about making graves. Robin and Zack looked at each other, at a loss as to what to do. They knew they would be too slow for the little shit but to be blatantly stood there with his back facing them was just a fucking death wish. Robin thought for a while that only Rachel would creep her out, but Eddie? Eddie is another story entirely.

He then turns to face them, finally. "But that girl! I want nothing more than to make the grave of my dreams for her. I think we are the same age too... I want to show her I understand! We are made for each other! That should be infinitely more beautiful than some sloppy and mangled up corpse! --Or should she desire it, sloppy and mangled would be fine too."

Robin started to back up feeling both awkward and freaked out by the little psychopathic crotch goblin in front of her, and by the look on Zack's face, she knew that he felt the same. They wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of dodge. Neither of them signed up for this shit.

Zack heaves. "Are you trying to make me hurl?" yeah, it was definitely gross. Eddie tilts his head to the side, taking a step toward Zack.

"What? My sophistication makes me the perfect match for her." He giggles once again. "Too bad I can't say the same for either of you. That is why the one taking her life will be me."

Robin frowns at being called unsophisticated. She was plenty sophisticated! She grips the pickax that was originally loosely dangling in her hands and looks at Zack. "Sounds like this little psycho doesn't know his place." They both ready their weapons and run towards Eddie. But before they get to him the lights go out and due to their agitation, they were both swinging their weapons with abandon. "OW! You hit me you bandage squandering machine!" Robin swung her pick in Zack's direction hoping to hit him in return.

"Fuck! I can't see my hand in front of my face." She clearly missed.

"No shit! That's why he switched off the lights Sherlock!" Then the lights switch back on and Eddie is gone. Zack walked over to the pipe that Eddie was standing on before he vanished and kicked it, crying out in pain and utter annoyance.

"Damn him, that little fucker!" He growled stomping towards the hole in the wall. "Hey get your ass over here!"

“SHIT! Can she not hear me?!” Zack exclaimed, squeezing his head through the gap in the wall to see if he could spot her. Spoiler, he couldn’t. “How freaking far did she go in?”

Zack flopped against the wall with a dramatic “Ugh.” Robin, who had been watching this temper tantrum had opted to stay quiet– mainly because she couldn’t be fucked to deal with him. The bandaged man in question began muttering “That grave-digging dipshit thinks he can outwit me?!”

“Please, outwitting you would probably be easier than stealing candy from a baby.” Robin scoffed, picking some dirt out from under her nails. You can only deal with his temper tantrums so long before you’re no longer afraid of dying. 

Zack didn’t fail to send a glare in her direction but ignored her response to rant even more. “That punk, he’s in love with her and wants to kill her himself?” Zack visibly shivered in disgust. “The thought just makes me want to puke!”

“We can’t have her dying on us, she is the only reason we haven’t killed each other,” Robin pushed herself away from the grave she was leaning on to go over to Zack. “Besides- she did say something about another room in the back right-hand side. Maybe we could figure out where it is and get her?” 

She could see Zack’s shoulders straighten as he stood up. “Wasn’t there a crumbling wall on the right side?” Robin shrugged as she wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings. “Might as well find out.” Zack concluded as he grabbed Robin's hand, successfully dragging her out of the room.

They both made it to the morgue and, sure enough, there was the crumbling wall at the back of the room where they found the key. Although for some reason, Zack didn’t see it. “Um… It isn’t here.” Robin shook her head letting out a heavy sigh. She shoved Zack to the side. “Oi watch what you’re fucking doing Wonderland! You almost shoved me in the water… Oh- I see it now.”

“dipshit.” Robin responded half heartedly, studying the crack down the center of the wall, “Hey! Rachel! Can you hear me?” Zack situated himself to Robins side, the narrow walkway making it impossible not to brush sides. 

“RACHEL! FOR FUCKSAKE ANSWER.” He yelled through the wall. Rachel must be right back against the wall because they both heard a gasp of surprise from the otherside of the wall.

“Oh great the loud mouth is here.” Robin, nor Zack could completely discern what was going on behind the wall other than odd sentences. “Choose who your killer will be. Him– Or me.” The pair of killers nosily shoved their ears against the crack in the wall to get as much of the conversation as possible. But there was only silence on Rachel’s end, she seems to be considering his offer.

Eddie continues, “Oh my dear sweet Rachel, let me lovingly put you to death.” Robin can see the gears turning in Zacks head, she could also see the make believe smoke coming from his ears from the years his brain has been unused.

“HA! Sophisticated? MORE LIKE MEDICATED!” Robin gave Zack the only look she could muster up– Bewilderment.

“Zack- he called you unsophisticated like an hour ago and you’ve just thought of a comeback?” Zack shrugs and continues.

“You gonna kill her with that boring look on her face? What a fucking idiot!” Robin chuckled quietly, seeing Zack that worked up was hilarious to her. A few seconds of silence passes once more before they could hear Eddie speak from behind the wall.

“Can you two KINDLY shut up!? Rachel and I are talking!” Robin looked at Zack, her brow furrowed.

“What are we going to do? If Rachel accepts his offer I doubt we will get much further than this.” Zack puts his hand on her shoulder, a small knowing smirk on his face as if to say ‘trust me I got this’.

Zack raps his fist against the wall a few times, the echo of the hits filling the room. “Hey- can you hear me?” Silence. “I’m not talking to the grave-digging dipshit. I’m talking to YOU!”

“Me?” Rachel’s voice finally fills the air after what seems like an eternity.

“Yes. You. Listen up. Don’t think for one second you can die of your own will.” Zack moves Robin off of the small walkway and begins to charge at the wall. “There’s plenty of people in this building who would love to kill you.” Zack rams into the wall a few more times before continuing.

“But I’ll have that honour.” Zack pauses, seemingly in thought and smashes against the wall again. “I swear.. I swear to God.”

“To God?”

“Uh huh!” Zack said breathlessly as he rams the wall again and again. “So make sure nobody gets to you first.” Zack and Robin wait with baited breath for Rachel to respond, and sure enough.

“Okay.”

“Rachel?” Eddie’s soft-spoken voice cries out, he sounds worried– Frightened, even. 

“Hit that wall as hard as you can!” Rachel yells out. Robin sees Zack take a few steps back, ready to charge the wall with all his might. He takes a few moments and runs straight into it. A loud crash came from the wall and suddenly the stone gave way and there stands Rachel with Eddie nowhere around.

Zack storms into the other side and starts hunting around “Where’d that fucking punk go.” Robin runs in after Zack and begins searching around the room herself, it seems to house all of the technical aspects of the floor like the heating and cooling systems.

“Why Rachel?? Is it so wrong to want to kill you?”

“Duh!” “Of course it’s wrong you fucking moron!” Both Robin and Zack exclaim.

“My my. He’s so vicious– Are you sure you want him to kill you Rachel? And what about Robin? She tortured her own family! Her own blood, Do you really think either of them will give you a clean death? I will do a pristine job! Let me!” Eddies voice filled the room but they couldn’t see the young boy anywhere. 

“Shut the FUCK up! Show yourself so I can tear you apart!” Zack yells, kicking everything in sight. 

“Rachel… You are mine to kill. Can you wait for me until then?”

#angels of death #fanfiction #Robin Reyes #down the rabbit hole #zack foster x robin reyes #zack foster x oc #zack foster #isaac foster x robin reyes #isaac foster x oc #eddie mason #rachel gardener #isaac foster #ray gardener #edward mason #fanfic #writing #writing fanfiction #satsuriku no tenshi #robin reyes #beginner writer #original character #original female character #ofc #oc #oc x canon #taking requests #manga

[graylinesspam]

Well well if it isn’t the foreshadowing of the clone rebellion on kamino we’re witnessing (is it? IS IT??? Please be it).

No but really, are you actually planning on writing this kind of ending or you’re sticking to the canon?

Anyway im having a lot of thoughts, most of them are AGAFAGGAZGAVAVAVVAAGHAVSVSSVS I LOVE IT. IT WAS SO CUTE AND THEN GOT SO FREAKING SAD AND THEN GOT CUTE AGAIN AND THEN THE PLOT TWIST????? ALPHA PLANNING A COUP RIGHT UNDER THE LONG NECK’S NOSES HELLO????? BRILLIANT

Also

DID REX OFFICIALLY ADOPT AHSOKA MANDO STYLE ???? Did the rest of the torrent do the same omfg they’re literally family 🥹🥹🥹

Rex trying to keep teenage cadets away from Ashoka is both cute and hilarious. He is such a dad.. ahem… brother material 👀

And I absolutely love the way you characterized Shaak Ti. Everyone always portray her as this wise Jedi that cares about the clones just like Plo Koon. And that’s true to some extent but she is so wrong for sitting in her own bubble and refusing to see the way kaminoans and trainers abuse them. She's a kind soul and means well but she totally lacks critical thinking. (but also yeah I would love to see her finally being able to adopt a few baby clones and raise them as her own sons. Such a touching moment it was, right until the aiwha baits ruined it that is)

And Kamino being compared to the eye of the storm is such a poetry honestly yk it rhymes

In conclusion, wonderful chapter as usual.

Okay. So much happened this chapter. Let me bullet point my response.

I likely won't get around to writing a clone rebellion in SH, though one is definitely planned for ASOI. I just can't see the war ended (without the empire's rise) and there nit being a clone uprising. But yeah ask me about that for ASOI and I might tell you my plans.

Yes, Rex officially adopted Ahsoka previously in SH. Off-screen. He knows her name as his sister and all that. I chose Rex partially because he's more traditional and sentimental than a lot of her other brothers. Kix has also said the vows but the rest of Torrent didn't feel the need to. They heard that Rex adopted her and basically went,"Sister? Ah ok, sister." *vigorous nodding*

I don't like to focus too much on Ahsoka's relationships with boys, but also y'know everyone (within age or developmental range) had a crush on her during the war. Cal, Kannan, Lux, Korkie, some clone cadets. She's just a pretty girl. But yeah no Rex overheard like one remark about her and moved an entire class and had them running laps for hours. He does not play.

He is absolutely her Dad-ish in the beginning. They develop a more on par relationship as she grows up and then eventually he fully relinquishes social rank to her. IE not being her elder anymore. But the whole Brothers raising brothers, line was the most important from that section.

Shaak Ti is traumatized and depressed. That's what this is. The Jedi never should have been in a war. That's it. And trying to run a war when you're completely unqualified hurts everyone. Which isn't to say they have a lot of choice. Realistically if she stood up one day and decided that the Kaminoans needed to surrender all of the clones to the jedi and stop producing them she'd be removed from her station and ignored. There's really nothing she can do. And she knows it. Which is why she lives with her hands over her "ears". Because if she just holds on and does a little good every day maybe she can actually change something one day. (the pessimistic view being it's futile in the face of the rising empire of which she's an active participant in building.) (and the more optimistic AU view being that Ahsoka succeeds in ASOI and the clones go free but they have to unpack their abuse in a plee for citizenship forcing the galaxy to realize what Kamino did and what Shaak participated in. Likely resulting in her retirement.) either way not pleasant for her.

Maybe she does end up with some sons, depending in which older clones decide they want to ally with her. It's all gonna be communal raising of the children.

The whole theme of this arc was really that there is no peace in war. So long as the storm rages you'll always have to step back into it. Only by pushing through to the other side can you escape it. But yeah I put SO much effort into the environmental symbolism. I was planning this for months before I started writing it.

So thank you so much for the ask and for reading the latest chapters. I had a blast writing them. Fingers crossed no one is too mad about my characterization of Shaak, I guess we'll find out.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #fanfic #501st #captain rex #sleeping habits

[tsukishimas-shortcake]

Relationship Headcanons

↦ Character(s): Hakkai Shiba x fem!reader

↦ Rating/Warning: No rating though there are some light mentions of abuse (if you have read the manga you are aware of what I am talking about, I’m not going very deep into it though it literally just mentions it), mentions of anxiety attacks (no detail though), fluff, not proof read

↦ Word count: 1.8k (longer than planned, sections are bolded)

↦ Your Momo’s Receipt: Hello~ I’m post yet another TR headcanon and this was requested by the lovely @strawbub I hope this doesn’t disappoint, it did get longer than planned but I enjoyed writing it. I'll prob do a part two that's more of a scenario based on your first date or something since I didn't go into it here. Please note: for those of you who don’t know my blog is currently under construction, meaning I will not be updating my masterlist for the time being.

So how did you guys meet, well mostly because of Yuzuha,

One day in like elementary you’re walking home and you see this super pretty middle school girl just like yelling at this small group of guys

The guys end up running off just because they don’t wanna deal with her or the attention she's drawn to them

Behind her was a boy, taller than her but obviously younger. You didn’t assume they knew eachother though.

The boy and yuzuha began walking in opposite directions because one was going home while the other was going to pick up something like groceries

You’re so entranced by how she stood up to them yet she’s a girl who was far smaller and you end up catching up to her, almost stepping on her heels

You end up absent mindedly following her into the grocery store and eventually she just freezes, turns, and stare directly at you

Your eyes widen since you must’ve been staring and she just goes “may I ask why you’re following me?” And you explain how cool she was earlier. She invites you over for dinner (esp since her older brother won’t be home) and figured it’d be good for Hakkai to meet someone his age

You end up going over but Hakkai didn’t come down to eat so you never actually got to meet him, though from then on you would see Yuzuha every so often, visit every other weekend or so

But no matter how often you came over the next few months, you never once met hakkai,

That was until you both reached the end of your middle school education and we’re about to begin high school

You had gone over because you were going to borrow an old work book from Yuzuha, and when you go to knock on the door the door opens before your closed fist could hit it, instead hitting a firm chest

You blush and quickly apologize but the person in front of you doesn’t move at all, doesn’t say anything and almost looks like they drifted into space with their dead stare

You assume this is yuzuha’s older brother because you’ve also never met him and you immediately turn to walk away but Yuzuha calls over hakkai’s shoulder

“Y/N-Chan! You just got here where are you going?” This was def not yuzuha’s older brother. There’s no way she’d be that happy with him around; oh my god. Realization hit, the guy who you hit (though it was more of a tap) was hakkai.

The hakkai you had only caught a glimpse of in yuzuha’s photos, never talked to or actually seen in person despite going to the same school and living in the same neighborhood

He must hate you. That’s why he avoids you. That’s def why - is what you think

Yuzuha drags hakkai back inside and invites you in; you sit down with them in the living room and watch hakkai visibly relax now that he’s inside his house, his own space, with a pillow behind him and a blanket covering his lower half, he almost curls up into it as he continues to avoid your stare

“Hi hakkai…Kun? Im L/N Y/N” you say and you see his face dead pan once again

Yuzuha can be heard laughing from the kitchen as she comes back in.

She leans over and begins explaining that hakkai literally just freezes with any interaction between him and girls who aren’t in his family

You nod, thinking maybe it’s an anxiety thing? Which is the case with you, but only because he’s been watching you since you’ve come over (not in a creepy way) wanting to and working the courage up to talk to you

The 5th or so time you came over after that encounter he was inches away from introducing himself before the house phone rang causing everyone to kind of “wake up” in a sense

Every time since then he gets closer and closer but isn’t able to say anything; he even realizes he has a crush on you.

The way you sit when you do homework and how cute you look when you’re focused.

How your forehead scrunches up when you’re trying to figure something out and you end up just sitting back with a small huff followed by yuzuha’s signature laughter.

It’s also a huge thing that you get along with Yuzuha.

So enough with first meeting time for the confession.

He ends up confessing accidentally. He didn’t know you were coming over to begin with so he was flustered out of his mind. And how was he supposed to know you hadn’t actually fallen asleep and you could hear him over the tv

The tv was more white noise than anything and the day was hot since it was the middle of summer causing the window to be open and the sound of soft wind and small birds to drift in; this was the hot that makes you tired so you were all sprawled out of just sitting in a daze

So while resting your head on the table you’re dozing in and out but then you hear hakkai begin to speak, something he never really did around you

Now did you and hakkai text? Yes. Did it take him an hour to reply because his brain would explode when you replied to him? Yes. But was it a start to communication? Also a yes.

You hear him say your name quietly before he moved closer, you can feel his gaze on your features

“I like you” is all he says. Simple and sweet. But you sit there in shock, trying not to blush so he’ll have no idea you heard him but he can tell because your forehead scrunches

You heard him and are focused on if you should reply or not. And he knows that.

You open your eyes and just look up at him, he’s closer than expected. His hand close to yours on the floor and he reaches over and grabs it lightly. Hoping you’ll also return the gesture by holding his hand instead of leaving your hand limp inside his.

And you do, thank goodness, and Hakkai almost mentally can’t handle it.

Once you start dating it’s more so just hanging out at his house or yours; however he talks a bit more and you text a lot more. He’s gotten better at replying. It usually takes him like 15 minutes now

He’s kinda stressed about your relationship but not due to anything you or him did

He’s stressed because of the mentality his older brother gave him

Is he even allowed to be this happy?

He finally has someone thats small enough and naive enough that he can protect you; compared to constantly being protected it’s a sudden, strong, yet good change for him

He’s touch s t a r v e d

Yes Yuzuha shows affection; but he stopped accepting her hugs when he was around 8 just because he physically wasn’t able to handle it due to his bruises and such

But with you, even with his bruises and all you take care of him. Able to coax him into using medicines and toning down the physical violence (that he can control himself)

He also finds it super soothing when you lightly brush over his scars (especially those that his brother gave him), it helps him believe that scars are only physical and can fade with help

One thing that stresses him out the most is trying to hide you from his brother. Any time you leave something at the house its easy to pass it off as yuzuha's but when it comes to things like photos he has with you, he can't hang them up, show them off, or have them as his phone Lock Screen, etc. because he just really doesn't want his brother to know and target you since he'll then know that you're his weakness (aside from yuzuha as well)

Sometimes won't explain why he can't hang out and has legit pushed you out of his house before at the last minute notice of his brother coming home

Will always make sure you get home safe though, usually by having Yuzuha go with you since then she can just say you're a friend from school

Your parents love him, though they were a bit hesitant it became a "you always have a place to stay" because they learned about their family situation from you and yuzuha. So expect him to spend the night when he's too scared to deal with his brother. Same with yuzuha. (yes I know this isn't yuzuha head canons but its hard to write for him without mentioning her when they're so close)

We're talking three person sleep overs. Yuzuha and you of course share the bed and Hakkai takes some time to even set foot in your room much less sleep on a mattress that's on the floor

He has a small heart attack every time he comes into your room because he's overwhelmed with everything, he's never been so comfortable and it makes him feel restless. Like he's never and I mean n e v e r been less stressed and slept better than when he does so in your room

The smell, the colors, just being surrounded by you is something that completely changes his mood

Once showed up after he fought with his brother, tears in his eyes and clothes a bit tattered and you just pulled him to your room, and sat down with him.

You laid on your bed with him laying down onto of you, head on your chest as you rubbed his head and only said a few words "its not your fault"

He ends up crying so hard he falls asleep and gets dehydrated and you have to make him drink a bunch of water when he finally wakes up.

NSFW

super fucking careful w you

almost annoyingly so, but you're understanding

He knows that he might be taking things frustratingly slow but he knows that since you understand and know his history that you can help him get through it

Your first time you think you'll have to call it off because he's shaking so bad

"baby... are you sure it won't hurt you?" he keeps asking.

pretty sure that's the longest its ever taken him to finish because he was so anxious

despite being so slow and hesitant, late he isn't too scared to get a bit rougher

but im not talking anything crazy im talking like he's willing to pull your hair a bit or nip a bit harder at your neck.

Please never ask him to do anything like degrade you or some type of harsh physical rough shit, he can't

like literally im 99% sure that if you ask him to choke you or something he will pass out because of the anxiety attack he would have at even the thought.

in short with nsfw though he is sweet boy. He's a switch through and through. Loves when you take care of everything because then he doesn't have to be scared of hurting you.

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[racheloveyunho]

Till death do us part - 3

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess, bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 2479

TW series:  Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain  a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug,  kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

TW chapter: reader got slapped, reader run away from home, abusive and manipulative father, swearing.

The beating of my heart quickened. For the past two years I had dreamed about him every night and now, I was finally able to see him again.

"San!" I shouted happily, finally looking back at the handsome boy. He smiled back at me but his expression became cold again as he stared at Jinyoung. My so-called husband let my wrist go and hardly swallowed his spit.

"Y-you! What are you doing here?"

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Chapter 3

"What? Do you know each other?" I looked up at San for an answer

"His father is a customer of mine. I worked for him a couple of times, right Mr Hwang?"

Jinyoung stepped back with fear written all over his face. He was afraid of San. I somehow understand his feeling, I knew too well how San could be intimidating.

"I wouldn't ever touch Y/N again if I were you." San said with the most cold voice I ever heard in my life "I get upset pretty easily and I can't think straight when anger come over me. I guess you can understand."

"Why are you protecting her, I don't understand!" My fiancé shouted with fear in his voice.

"Because she's mine."

I blushed madly at San's words. Hana squirmed like a fangirl and clapped her hands while making embarrassing noises. I wished she wasn't there at this moment, I was over embarrassed and she wasn't helping me AT ALL.

I hide my face behind my hands. I wasn't paying attention to the two men's conversation anymore until I felt San's grip lightly tightening around me.

I looked up, Jinyoung was gone without my noticing.

"Are you okay?" San whispered to my ear.

‘Does he have to look at me like that? He’s driving me crazy!’

"He left?" I asked.

San nodded before letting me go. Strangely enough, I felt a wave of sadness and disappointment from the loose of contact even though I couldn't say it out loud, San would probably think I'm crazy since I met him just twice.

Quickly, Hana went to my side, grabbing my arm and shaking it with all her strength.

"Are you THE San?" She asked San with her eyes sparkling.

The moment I saw San's smirk I wished I could have run away from here. I looked at Hana with wide eyes and whispered "Could you stop being obvious for God's sake!"

It was no help, Hana was too happy to finally meet the man I talked about every day and she wasn't paying attention to what I was saying "You are indeed handsome!" she exclaimed "Do you have a girlfriend?"

'Oh God.'

"I don't..." he paused "yet" San looked at me with his sharp eyes.

I turned back and hide my red face the best I could. I was not the kind of girl to turn shy easily but San had this effect on me, he made me feel weak in my knees and made my heart raced.

Meanwhile, Hana was the happiest in the world at this moment, she knew that I never was on a relationship before so she was surely excited to play cupid for the both of us.

After a quick chat, which boiled down to Hana asking questions about everything and nothing, San told us that he was going back to his work and had to leave. 

He walked away, but I followed him and with all the courage I could muster up, I grabbed his wrist to stop him. He looked back at me with a surprise expression.

"Can...Can you give me your phone number? It will be easier to see each other this way..." I looked straight at him, facing his usual strong gaze.

However, I wasn't as brave as I wanted to pretend and San wasn't dumb, my shaking hand grabbing his strong wrist was a clue enough for him to know how I really felt.

He smiled at me with a sincere and warm smile for the first time, his dimples in full display, before he gave me his hand. I looked at it, confused, and put my hand on his own.

"Not your hand, give me your phone. Don't you want my number anymore?" he laughed at my action and again, my face turned red.

"Yeah, sure!" I stuttered, giving him my phone. He quickly entered his number on it before giving it back to me.

"Let's talk more often then, Kim Y/N"

Hearing him saying my whole name was something special, a mysterious feeling grew inside of me but it wasn't an unpleasant one.

I waved my hand at him as he walked away, disappearing from my sight.

"I think I need holy water" Hana breathed out.

It was already 9 pm, the sun was giving way to the dark night where the moon reigned as a queen.

It had been a long day, a very long one.

I met Jinyoung, my unwanted fiancé, San helped me against him and Hana hadn't let me get home until I admitted that I had a crush on San.

It was weird to say it, I wasn't familiar with this new feeling. Was it love? Was it possible to feel love towards him already or was it just a physical attraction?

I threw my head on my pillow and yelled on it while shaking powerfully my legs on the bed.

Yes, San was handsome, but he wasn't just that. He had something that attracted me and I couldn't explain what. It was like he was the answer of all my doubts and all of my issues. He was strong and intimidating but at the same time soft and reassuring. The last time I’ve felt this safe in someone’s arms was in my mom’s.

Bip Bip.

I looked at the small screen, a small notification indicating me that I had a new message.

I jumped out of my bed and stood up, excited by just some few words.

San

"Did you get home safely?"

Me

Yes I did! I hope you got home without any issue too :)

No answer.

San didn't seem like the talkative type. I had to choose a topic to continue the conversation or else he wasn’t going to answer.

Me

So...How old are you exactly? Do you still live with your family?

To my surprise, San answered me right away and we both talked for a few hours, totally forgetting about sleep. He talked to me more than I initially thought he would and I was glad for it.

I found out that he lived with his father, mother and older sister in Seoul in a rather affluent neighborhood. He was the same age as me and told me he had always been home schooled so he had a lot of free time.

He was following his father's path and helped him with his work.

I didn't asked him about it but I could easily guess that his dad worked with politicians since he San and Jinyoung knew each other from his dad’s work.

After a three hours long talk, I finally fell asleep while writing a message to San.

San

Sleep tight Y/N.

I slowly opened my eyes when the warm morning light hit my face. It had been a long time since I last sleep that well. I stretched my body and directly texted San.

Me

Hello San! Sorry I fell asleep, I slept well, maybe thanks to all the things that happened yesterday lol!

I waited some minutes but he gave me no response. Was he still asleep?

I went downstairs and only found my father, eating alone. The table seemed bigger than usual without Jin there and I couldn’t help but think about my brother, I hadn't see him since the argument between him and my father and it was worrying me.

"Where is Jin?"

"I don't know where he is living now." My mouth opened at his statement. My unstable eyes were reading his face, trying to figure out and hoping that I heard things wrong.

"What do you mean? He lives here!" I shouted, my voice sounded less confident than usual.

My worry was growing at an incredible speed pace. I felt unwell for some reason and was afraid to understand the real meaning behind my father's word.

"Not anymore. He's an adult now, I no longer have any obligation to keep him home."

I couldn't believe what I was listening to. He kicked his own son out? How dared he?

I was about to shout out at him but his phone rang at the same moment. He took the call and started talking with an unknown correspondent.

His face quickly dropped and then glared at me with angry eyes. I gulped, unaware of the situation.

When he hung up, he angrily stood up and harshly slapped me on the face "What have you done!" he yelled.

My eyes were watering. He hurt me. It was the first time he laid a finger on me.

"Mr Hwang called me! His son, Jinyoung, met you yesterday and want now to end your engagement."

"It's for the best, I never wanted this anyways" I replied curtly.

He was about to slap me again but put down his arm and chuckled darkly "Fine, if you want to be a brat then I will treat you as one"

My father strongly grabbed my arm and dragged me to my bedroom, he was so angry and so harsh, he was, without any doubt, going to leave bruises on my body.

He threw me on the bed and took my phone with him.

"You won't be needing your phone anymore, I'm confiscating it. In the meantime, I want you to think about your behavior." he said "If you don't want to listen to me, then I will show you who is in charge here." he walked away "Ah, and just to say, this week you will took a plane and will go abroad to study." He informed me before locking the door and leaving me alone in my room.

"You can't do this! You can't force me to leave!!" I banged on the door fiercely. It was a nightmare, it couldn't be happening. I sat down, my back against the door and my head on my knees, silently crying. 

It was already late at night, I didn't do anything the whole day. The only thing I could do was crying.

I finally wiped my tears away and stood up, determined to leave this house. I took a small bag and filled it with some clothes, wallet and other essential stuffs. I waited until no more noise could be heard in the house and quietly leave the house through the windows.

It wasn't as hard as I thought it will be, I found myself a new talent that night.

I went to the bus station, it was too late so there was no bus anymore.

Shit

I walked to the nearest hotel and went to the reception.

"Excuse me, I broke my phone and I really need to call someone to pick me up to go home. Is it possible to use your phone?" I asked with puppy eyes.

The male receptionist fell right away for my charms and gave me his phone, glad to help a young girl in distress. I thanked him and called my brother.

I silently thanked my good memory and was glad I remembered all the numbers on my phone. "The person you have called is unavailable right now..." the voice announced.

“No way...” my shoulders fell from disappointment. I had no other choice but to let him a message on his phone.

"Hey Jin, it's me... Listen, I had some...problems with dad, he took my phone away so I don't have a lot of way to reach you. I heard that he kicked you out, I hope you did find a place to sleep, hope you're eating well, hope that..." I sniffed, not able to contain myself anymore. "I'm scared Jin, dad wants me to study abroad cause my fiancé brook our engagement. I picked some stuff and now I'm out of the house but I don't know where to go and..." my voice broke because of all the emotions I had inside of me. "I'll call Hana and see if I can sleep at her place or else I'll sleep in a hotel. I love you, I'll call you again tomorrow." I stopped the voicemail message.

This time I tried Hana's number, fortunately she was a phone addict so she would answer to my call. "Yes my love~?" I heard her sleepy voice "Hey Hana" I said, my voice still trembling "What happened? Are you okay?" Her voice suddenly turned serious.

I quickly summarized my situation to her. "Listen, sweetie. Tonight I can't come to you, you have still money right? Sleep in a hotel and tomorrow you will took the first bus and come to my house, okay?" I agreed and hung up before asking a room to the receptionist.

The hotel room was half smaller than mine but it was better than nothing. There was a phone on the side of the bed.

'Should I call San?' I wondered while looking at the phone. Without a second thought, I entered the number of San and waited.

"Hello?"

"San! You answered!" I shouted through the phone, happy to hear his voice "I...I'm sorry I..."

"Where are you?" he asked "What?" I answered, surprised.

"You are not fine, are you? You're voice isn't as clear as usual."

I waited a long moment, I couldn't control my tears as they were running down my cheeks.

"Where are you?" He insisted.

"Dongdaemun hotel, room 322"

"I'm coming. Don't move." his voice softened.

My wait didn't last 20 minutes until I heard a knock on the door. I jumped and opened the door as soon as I heard the sound.

Here it was, the silhouette I liked the most

"San..."

He hugged me tightly as if there was no tomorrow. I noticed how he was sweaty and out of breathe, probably from running to get to me faster.

I breathed in his unique scent, it was woody scent, something fresh but still manly. I felt safer with him, everything was easier when he was by my side. I didn't want to let him go and my feelings seemed mutual as he tightened his grip on my waist.

I was like a piece of metal attracted to a magnet.

We sat down on the bed and he let me cry my heart out, listening every word I had to say. I told him my story, my conflictual relationship with my father, how harsh he was with me and my brother since my mom passed away and my arranged wedding with this Hwang Jinyoung.

We talked for two good hours about my problems but also about the future we both wanted.

As time went on, I started to feel sleepy, my eyelids were heavy and my mind was cloudy. I slowly closed my eyes until I fell into a deep sleep into San's arms. He gently patted my head to help me fall asleep.

"Don't worry Y/N, I will protect you from now on."

San hummed a song before falling asleep by Y/N’s side.

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I hope you enjoy this story so far! In the next chapter, Y/N is going to make a choice for her future life so the story will truly start in the chapter 4.

Of course, I’m not encouraging anyone to run away from home, mostly if you are minor.

Thanks for reading! See you in the next chapter~

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[your-brilliant-lady-m]

Part 3 - Basic Concepts of Miraculous Ladybug: Transformations, Potions and Power-Up's

Welcome to my analysis of basic concepts in Miraculous. Let's talk about transformations, potions and power-up's. This one is going to be interesting.

Apparently, only child superheroes have a time limit and can use their power only once. And adults can use their powers many times and maintain their transformation.

I don't take Thomas Astruc's Twitter statements seriously, but he said that adults don't have to detransform because they can feed the kwami with their energy. What happens when energy runs out? Does it mean that holder of the miraculous dies and transformation drops? Or does transformation drops when the kwami grows tired enough? However, according to "Silencer", transformation can't be released until the holder says detransformation words or uses their power (applies to children only). Is that why Master Fu doesn't transform these days? Because he is old and doesn't have enough energy for Wayzz.

At the same time, Bunnix/Bunnyx held her transformation for several thousand years in "Timetagger" and she was still alive. Moreover, not only she was still alive, she hasn't aged a day. Alix still looked around 25 even after spending so much time in stone. Her sanity was also still intact. Does that mean that as long as people are transformed they are immortal and can't die of natural causes, can't get sick or be killed? Does the Miraculous pause all inner processes? Do people stop ageing when they are transformed? Does that mean that prolonged transformations essentially slowed down puberty for Marinette and Adrien because every Akuma attack (their transformation during this attack to be precise) acts as a pause for their growth process? Does that mean that transformed heroes don't need food, sleep or oxygen? And Alix doesn't experience any negative side-effects after prolonged transformation. A lot of questions must be answered here.

But apparently, the "adults can use their power many times without detransforming" rule does not apply to Gabriel. In "Heroes' Day" he turns Nathalie into Catalyst who gives Hawkmoth the power to "release as many akumas as he desires". Does that mean that he can't normally do it? On the other hand, in "Queen Banana" he creates another Akuma right after the fight with akumatized Chloe ended.

Do you remember this? In "Origins" we find out that akumatized butterflies can multiply. That's why Ladybug needs to purify them. So, does that mean that Scarlet Moth and Catalyst weren't necessary?

Hawkmoth's plan in "Heroes' Day" was actually very smart. However, it can fall apart when you remember that butterflies can multiply. How does that work? Why do they multiply? Could Gabriel akumatize Nathalie into Catalyst (akumatized object is something not very valuable, like a piece of paper), then break the akumatized object and release the Akuma into the world? Would that turn people only into copies of Catalyst? I wouldn't call this thing a plothole, exactly. I'm just curious because it's an unclear moment. Perhaps you could explain it as the element of a soft magic system with unclear rules. Because the magic system in Miraculous is a mix between the hard and soft system.

Adults without time-limited power have a serious advantage over children. Why does Master Fu give Ladybug and Black Cat to teenagers then? In the beginning, Fu doesn't know that Butterfly holder is an adult. Isn't it safer to give 2 most powerful Miraculouses to adults just in case? If Butterfly Holder is a child then 2 adults with more powerful Miraculous would win much faster. If Butterfly Holder is an adult as well, then the fight is more even.

We know the out-of-universe reason for doing this. There would be no story then. Miraculous holders have to be kids since it's a kids show. But in-universe it doesn't make sense. In "Furious Fu" Su Han even says that children are not allowed to handle the Miraculous at all according to the rules of the Order. Fu knows that children have a time limit. It looks like he deliberately sets them up for failure. Why?

Is that because children are easier to manipulate as they are most likely to trust Fu's judgement no questions asked? This reasoning doesn't look good for Fu, who is supposed to be a wise and kind mentor. Is that because children won't abuse their powers? Find a trustworthy adult then. Give us some kind of in-universe explanation!

If you can't explain it then do something with the time-limit rule. It's an important plot device, which contributes to tension and raises the stakes during fights. So, removing it is unwise. Consider giving adults a time limit as well then.

Or you can create different rules. Maybe Black Cat and Ladybug can't be wielded by adults, unlike other lower-tier Miraculous? Maybe Miraculous and Kwami can choose the wielder in some capacity, and this magical bond can't be changed? Do Kwamis feel a pull towards several people and Guardian then chooses the final holder? If there's no pull whatsoever, then Kwami won't be able to grant powers to this person? How much weight does the decision of a Guardian have?

I actually like this last idea the most. It makes sense and avoids plotholes at the same time preserving the time-limit rule. I spent less than 20 minutes figuring this out.

This way Fu gave Ladybug and Black Cat to children because he didn't have a choice. Plagg and Tikki gave him suggestions but these people didn't pass his tests. Marinette and Adrien are the last ones and they do pass. It adds some tension and showcases desperation on Master Fu's part. Magical pull doesn't always mean that potential holders are good people. That's why Miraculous sometimes end up in the wrong hands.

Insert a conversation between Marinette and Tikki or Plagg and Adrien about this choosing process, have them wonder about the bond Nooroo and Hawkmoth share.

Then add more information about bonding. The magical connection can be formed just like people form relationships if human and Kwami spend some time together. It nicely adds up with the reason why Master Fu gave Ladybug and Black Cat to teenagers. He could have given both jewels to adults without a bond and waited for the connection to form but alas, there was no time. He needed active holders right now, and waiting for some adult to come around wasn't an option. But here's the catch. Only decent, kind people with good intentions can earn and create a magical bond. And this has the potential for a truly delicious scenario (more on that later).

It's a very tricky situation. But these rules must be stated and figured out in the very beginning. Because it can create plotholes down the line.

Unification

Combining several different Miraculous is an interesting concept and fusion of powers has been used for a long time as a storytelling element. It's important for the plot in several episodes of seasons 3 and 4.

However, there's "Kwamibuster", where the worldbuilding is broken one more time. It is awfully inconsistent within itself just like "Chat Blanc", "Timetagger" and "Furious Fu". (How do writers keep doing this? I have no idea. But then again even "Avengers: Endgame" contradicts itself numerous times. It's truly miraculous how they managed to do this with their budget, I'm impressed).

For a moment let's ignore all absolutely awful priorities that Marinette has in this episode as well as the rule "you can't know the identity of your partner or else you will have to give up your miraculous". This rule is literally never mentioned again before or after this episode. It's just there and it doesn't make sense. I know it's hard to ignore, but one must try. Instead, let's focus on this dialogue below.

Master Fu clearly states that you can't merge the Miraculous. It could make you lose your mind. The only more or less acceptable unification is that of Ladybug and Black Cat.

What happens next? Marinette puts on every Miraculous without any problem just "to free Kwamis" and transforms into Multimouse. The only sign of her discomfort is a moment of dizziness that's gone in a few seconds. Moreover, it never happens again, it's never mentioned. Then she does the exact thing that Fu told her not to do and starts merging Miraculous left and right. She continues to do so in season 4 every other day. What? Of course, how could I forget Shadowmoth? Gabriel merges 2 Miraculous every time in season 4. He doesn't lose his mind.

You can't tell us that merging can make you lose your mind and then in the next scene show us the complete opposite. That's bad writing. If you need the concept of unification to work then cancel the "lose your mind" rule and instead say that the merging process tires you out. There's no lasting harm, just that you will be very tired. If you want to raise the stakes, then say that wielding more than one Miraculous requires a strong will and practice. It's possible, but you can't perform unification just like that.

In this case, you lay the groundwork for the plotline of Marinette and Adrien for season 4 and 5. This plotline is about mastering unification. Show us how our heroes practice with different combinations of Miraculouses outside of Akuma battles. Show how they are improving. Maybe, Ladybug and Chat Noir nearly lose in the season 3 finale because the unification still drains them. However, in season 4 they put more effort into their training and by the time season 5 rolls around they are good at this. They became a stronger team and partners because of that. Their training sessions are also a good set-up for the development of the love square. Nothing like this will happen, but a girl can dream.

Look, I get it. You want Marinette to be special. Unfortunately, you have made her too special. She starts to break the laws of your magic system. We don't see the process. One moment she has 0 knowledge about something and then she is already an accomplished master of the thing in question and often it happens in the same episode. Marinette somehow just knows about the properties of every Miraculous on-screen, but her training happened off-screen. We as the audience are left confused and wondering. Wait, how does she know this? Was there a missing episode? Was this mentioned in some comic? The audience keenly feels the lack of plot-relevant content and explanations.

Potions and Power-Ups

They are a marketing ploy to sell more toys and merch with character transformations. That's it. Are they useful for the story? Yes, they are sometimes. Do power-up's make sense as a worldbuilding element? I'm sorry to tell you this, but no.

Miraculous Grimoire contains lots of potion recipes for Kwamis. I liked that Kwamis can't read the grimoire to avoid giving information to malevolent holders, which implies that they can't lie to their holder about their powers. I talked about this in my previous posts.

Let's start with Ice Transformation. Apparently, in-universe its only useful characteristic and the thing that sets it apart from normal transformation is skates. Maybe, this transformation also has additional protection from the cold. Maybe. Miraculous makes heroes nearly invulnerable and enhances their physical abilities. I find it hard to believe that protection from elements is not included in the package. And that's it. If we remember that Miraculous holders have subconscious control over transformation's appearance, we can also assume that a person can have conscious control as well. The laws of the magic system in Miraculous allow Marinette to ask Tikki to create skates for this particular transformation. Potions aren't necessary for this. This way you can still sell new toy, but in-universe this works better.

Our next stop is Aqua Transformation. It gives heroes the ability to breathe underwater and fins. That's all. In "Syren" it appears that this transformation also makes them more agile and fast in the water. However, Ladybug's yo-yo worked just fine before Aqua form when she tried to drag Kim to the surface. Her movements underwater weren't restricted either with normal transformation. So their fighting ability is not affected by the potion.

Kwami can live without oxygen. I mentioned earlier that Bunnix with normal transformation in "Timetagger" spent several thousand years in stone without oxygen and probably in some kind of stasis. Do transformed heroes need oxygen? No. Then their inability to breathe underwater doesn't make sense. Therefore, a potion isn't necessary for this.

Next, let's talk about fins. They could appear through the conscious desire of the holder just like skates.

Honestly, "Timetagger" and "Chat Blanc" completely destroyed worldbuilding in Miraculous. These episodes just shouldn't exist. They aren't even consistent within themselves, nevermind the rest of the show, which is why I still don't understand why fandom has such a weird hard-on for them and for Bunnix. Oh, wait. On second thought, I get it. They were just fanservice after all.

Cosmo Bug an Astro Chat. Space power-up give heroes the ability to fly and exist without oxygen. Ancient grimoire had the recipe of space potion, apparently. And humans got into space in the second half of the 20-th century. Ok. That totally makes sense.

If ancient people invented a space potion, that could also mean that back in Ancient Egypt Ladybug and Black Cat holders could use advanced technology. But Su Han in "Furious Fu" is surprised to discover that Ladybug can just call Chat Noir. He assumed she would send a bird with a message. That means that unconscious control over transformation extends to the weapons of heroes. For Marinette and Adrien communication means smartphone with navigation, messages, trackers and Bluetooth earbuds. That's why magic gives them smart weapons. Su Han's words prove that the invention of the space potion is not possible. Unless space potion was also subjected to unconscious control over transformation. People couldn't imagine the possibility of space travel in Ancient Egypt, but they could imagine flight. So, perhaps, for heroes back then space potion simply meant wings.

We've established that heroes don't need oxygen. So, a potion isn't necessary for this. The ability to fly also could be achieved through conscious transformation.

That's all for this part of analysis. Let me know what you think. Stay tuned for the next meta. See you!

#miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous analysis #miraculous meta #ml meta #ml analysis #miraculous transformations #miraculous critical #miraculous ladybug critical #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #mt of lb and cn #miraculous potions #astro chat #cosmo bug

[davidsons89]

Toxic Turner - part 12

WARNINGS: this story contains signs of a toxic and manipulative relationship. also contains smut, mentions of drugs and alcohol. some scenes contain forms of abuse. read at ur own risk :)

all you could think about was that open window. you looked over to see it again, but alex grabbed your face and roughly forced you to look at him. "stop looking away" he hotly whispered right against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "asshole" you grin, you purposely tease him. "what was that?" he asked, slapping your cheek again, but harder. you bite your lip and smirk at him. you loved it. he always managed to take it too far, but you're somehow liking it this time.

the stinging sensation in your cheek gave you adrenaline. alex noticed your cheek turning red, making him smirk. he loves leaving physical marks on you, it's like marking his territory. especially when they're visible to other people.

"you heard me. you're an asshole" you giggle. "you think you're so funny huh. you're pathetic" he says, leaving harsh slaps wherever he could. he was roughly pounding into you, he was in so deep too. you could swear he was in your guts.  he slid his hand to the side of your head, grabbing a tight fistful of your precious hair. he yanked it, making your head move to the side slightly. "you gonna continue being a bad girl? or do i have to teach you the same lesson twice?" he whispered evilly, raising his eyebrows at the end. you knew what he meant. inflicting sexual pain, but not in your vagina...

“no.. no i'll stop.." you say. "good. now shut up and take it" he whispers, pulling out of you just to harshly force himself back in. you moan and whimper under his grip. his hands moving from your hair, to your throat, to your mouth, and so on. the marks on your cheek became more visible the longer you went on.

your legs began to vigorously shake. your hands pressing against his chest. you did this when you were about to cum. "you need to cum?" he whispers, pinning you back down to keep you still. you nod and moan. "good. do it" he smirks, watching your cum face appear. "fuck" you moan, covering your own mouth with your hand to quieten yourself. he quickly grips your wrist to push it away. "no" he chuckles and shakes his head. he was a tease. you didn't want your family to hear you, but he lowkey did.

"i love that pretty cum face of yours.. so precious" he whispers, leaning his face down to yours to kiss you. you pull away and turn your head. like always, you hated when he was still inside you after you came. it felt gross. "i'm not done. you'll lay there and take it, won't you?" he whispers, harshly pulling your face back to look at you. "if you look away one more time i'll make sure you cry" he gives you the daggers. his dark brown eyes piercing right through yours. he intimidated you deeply. you nod to show your understanding. "good" he whispers, caressing your cheek with his firm fingers. you smile uncomfortably as you patiently wait for him to finish. it wasn't long before he did.

once he was done, he let out a long exhale which sounded like a low moan. you loved him making noises. you knew you made him feel good. "you're a good girl, aren't you?" he smiles, petting your head like a dog before rolling over next to you. you both lay on your back and look at the ceiling, breathing heavily. he turns his head to look at the side of your face, before you also turn yours to look at him. you both stare directly into each other's eyes and smile.

"i love using your pretty body whenever i want to" he smirks. you frown at him. "you're so easy. you're a whore" he chuckles. then the humiliation began. he definitely has a degradation kink. he loves putting you down, proving he's in charge of you. "shut up" you say, moving your head away to frown at the ceiling. his words are harsh sometimes, he doesn't care. as long as it upsets you.

"it's pathetic. get up, come on." he continues to chuckle as he stands up to put his clothes on. "no" you shake your head. "i said get up" he raises his voice slightly, not too loudly though. "i don't want to" you shake your head again. "y/n, get up now" he begins to get frustrated at you. you can tell, simply by how he's speaking. "go away" you moodily say without looking at him for a single second.

"if you don't get up, you won't see your family again for months. you don't want that, do you?" he says, raising his eyebrows dominantly. you look at him innocently. you roll your eyes, sighing as you roll out of bed. your area is extremely sore. your throat is hurting and your cheeks are stinging. all because of him.  alex is now completely dressed. you're yet to put your underwear on. "let me help you" he kindly says. he holds your underwear near your feet for you to step into, you hold onto his shoulders as you do so. your legs are shaking. he chuckles lowly. "what?" you ask, frowning down at him near your legs. "you look like a fucking slut" he mumbles at your weakness. "oh, fuck off" you say, snatching your underwear from his hands to put them on yourself. you quickly shove your jumpsuit back on and storm towards the door. "you might wanna cover that up before you throw a tantrum" alex laughs at you, pointing at your neck. you frown and look in the mirror to see a dark hickey on it. you groan loudly and storm out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind you. you genuinely didn't care about any marks on your body right now, you just wanted to get away from him.

alex shrugs to himself as he stays upstairs for a few minutes, giving you chance to cool off before seeing him again. now in the kitchen downstairs, you grab a drink and angrily force it open, taking a big gulp. your sister is stood in the corner with her boyfriend, she's a bit tipsy. "what's wrong with you?" she asks. you look at her and move your drink away from your mouth, holding it firmly in your hand. you look rough. "my cunt of a boyfriend. i fucking hate him" you moodily say, storming off outside. you don't really want to speak to anyone. you aren't allowed to rant to anybody about alex, otherwise the consequences would be bad. extremely bad.

your mom notices you sitting alone on a wall in the yard. she frowns and walks over to you. she's also tipsy. everyone in the house has been drinking, so it isn't a surprise. "you ok my angel?" she says in a bubbly attitude. drinking made her overly happy. she notices the hickey on your neck almost straight away. "ugh, that's what you were doing." she jokingly says, pretending to be disgusted with you. realistically she didn't care, she would if she was sober.  "love bites at your age is pathetic" she continues to say. "ok be quiet" you awkwardly giggle with embarrassment. the hickey wasn't exactly your choice though, was it?

every mother knows when something is wrong with their child. she notices your mood quickly. she sees you're upset, she sees it in your eyes. "are you ok?" she asks, sitting down next to you. she looks into your eyes and sees pure sadness, like you were going to cry. "y/n?" she says as you didn't respond before. you look up to see alex walk outside. you quickly act happy and tell your mom everything is fine before standing up to walk over to him.

"what did you say to her?" he whispers in your ear as he secretly grips onto your forearm like you were in trouble. "i didn't say anything actually." you look at him in disgust, yanking your arm away from him. "you're causing a scene. stop being childish" he quietly says to you as he notices a few people looking at you. "if you weren't such a dick i'd be fine" you angrily say to him, storming back into the house. a few eyes were on alex, making his blood boil. you've caused a scene, making him seem like the bad one. which he is, but he doesn't want to admit that.

he follows you into the house, into a room where nobody else was. he immediately slaps your cheek, making you gasp and press your hand against it. "ow" you say, giving him the 'puppy eyes'. "if you ever draw attention to me like that again, you're never fucking leaving the house" he angrily points in your face as tears form in your eyes. "go ahead, cry. you little bitch" he sarcastically laughs at you, making you feel humiliated and worthless. "go cry about it." he says to you as you exit the room. you need to get away from him completely, so you lock yourself in the bathroom. he leaves you be, he needs to calm himself down more than anything. he's just yelled at you, your relatives outside definitely heard, but they were all either too drunk or tipsy to do anything about it.

you stay in the bathroom for at least 30 minutes until you heard a knock on the door. "go away" you say, thinking it was alex. "what?" you hear a female voice say. you quickly recognize that it's one of your cousins. "oh.. sorry" you say, sniffling as you opened the door. she walks in, locking the door behind her. you're both girls, so you didn't care about peeing in front of one another. you leaned against the wall as your cousin did her business in the toilet.  "what's wrong? why're you crying?" she asks, looking at you. she sees your cheeks stained red, one cheek redder than the other. she sees how much of a mess you look. the stains on your outfit, the hickey on your neck, the makeup running down your face.

"nothing just.. nothing" you begin to say, but stop yourself to brush it off. you wipe your tears and fake a smile. you didn't want to even be around your family anymore. you want to go home. that's rare. you were home for weeks, and now that you're finally out, you're homesick. everyone there was drunk, you didn't fit in with the crowd. "if you see my mom, tell her i've gone home" you say, quickly exiting the bathroom to find alex. you head outside to see him laughing and drinking with your family. it made you jealous, and feel a bit worthless. that should be you, not him.

"alex" you say from afar, grabbing his attention from the back door. you motion your head for him to come to you, and so he does. "what, love?" he asks, stumbling over his feet and placing a hand on your waist. he's been drinking again, so of course the alcohol had its effects.

"i want to go home" you cross your arms across your chest. "i can't drive, i'm fucked" he laughs, talking about his drunkenness. "we'll stay here for the night" he says, taking another sip of his drink. "then i'll drive us home" you innocently say. you'd do anything to get out of here. "no. just go upstairs, you'll be fine" he reassures you, leaning down to kiss your cheek before walking away to remain partying with your family. you exhaled deeply through your nose, walking back through the house. you walk upstairs, where you remain alone for the rest of the night.

#toxic turner

[rachelbethhines]

Tangled Salt Marathon - The Way of the Willow

Now here’s a controversial episode from season one. Let’s delve into the discourse, shall we. 

Summary:  It's Queen Arianna's birthday, and she receives an unexpected guest: her estranged sister, Willow. Willow and Rapunzel quickly bond, sharing a lot of the same personality traits (most notably them never wearing shoes), and Arianna feels a bit left out. To add to her aggravation, Willow has given her a pet with an annoying rattle. Eventually, Arianna explodes at her sister, letting her know her irritation with her and throws away the rattle. The pet starts to multiply and rampage over the countryside. Meanwhile, Lance and Eugene  take the King camping. 

More Filler, More Poor Pacing, More Fatigue 

This is yet another episode that was moved around. Noticing a pattern yet? It doesn’t effect the plot much, but it kills the pacing dead. By the time you get to this episode you’re just tired and bored and ready for the show to just get on with things. 

Let's Talk About Representation 

So we have here a show that is marketed towards pre-teen little girls run by two middle aged white guys and written primarily by men. The creators have claimed that female relationships are the focus of the show, but only to give us one female friend for our main hero, no other friendships with women in them, just two sister relationships, and only one mother that is even alive. 

Furthermore they go on to break up that single female friendship, refuse to give any focus to the only mother in the show, and then wrap the plot around the dead abusive mom instead, making her unnecessarily even more horrible than she was in the OG film. (just to make the equally abusive father in the show look better)

Meanwhile we get four father figures, all of whom are just some variant on the ‘overprotective estranged dad’ trope. Even though at least two of them could have been easily written to be mothers instead and it’d not change the plot one bit.   

When women talk about about poor representation in media, it’s things like this we are often complaining about. That’s not to say that men can’t write women.  Miyazaki, of Studio Ghibli fame, has made a lifelong career out writing movies for and starring women. Nor is this a claim that the TTS crew are misogynist. You can be well intentioned and still screw up. As is most often the case in films. 

But nevertheless, if you are writing for a demographic that you are not a part of then you need to either include those voices in the development of your story or reach out and consult people within that demographic. And no, you’re wife/niece/daughter/mother does not count here. You need to go beyond your personal social circle, as people who either don’t know you or have worked in the industry can be more open about what is needed in the writing process.  

Sadly there are rumors, (and please keep in mind this is only rumor, and we’ll never know the actual truth due to the fact that production artists are under contract and can’t share things without fearing for their livelihoods) but there are stories of the head showrunner shutting down the opinions of the female storyboard artists who warned him of some these creative decisions. 

Moreover said creator responded to criticisms of how his female characters were written by claiming he ‘knew strong women in his life’ as if that actually had anything to do with his writing skills. It’s a poor response and smacks of ‘Well I can’t be misogynistic, I love women. See, I married one’. Dear, male creators, please don't ever do this. It makes you look bad. 

So Where are Arianna and Willow From, Again?

The show keeps dropping hints that they’re from Corona itself and are born princesses, but that makes little sense. Because if Arianna was the rightful heir she’d have far more political power then she actually does in the show. If we’re to buy the idea that only Rapunzel will be in charge, and not her and Eugene, or even just Eugene. Then we have to accept that it’s because she’s the rightful heir by birth. If so, then Frederic must also be the blood heir or otherwise he wouldn’t be able to do all the things he does in the show. 

TTS is so determine to not have any real world markers in the show and keeping things a ‘fantasy’ that it winds up swinging too far in the opposite direction. To the point that it undermines its own worldbuilding.     

The Conflict Between Willow and Arianna is Good, but Unnecessary 

I’ve seen some debate over ‘who is right’ here, along with tons of unwarranted shade thrown at Willow, but the truth is, it doesn’t matter. Neither side is right or wrong, and for once the conflict in TTS is real, complex, not easily solvable with a ten minute conversation, and is presented evenly so that you know where each side is coming from. But in the end, it doesn’t add anything to the series. 

Willow is never seen outside of this episode. This is the only story that gives Arianna any kind of focus. Rapunzel learns nothing useful from witnessing their squabbles and it’s all build up to a be bad parable/parallel in the series finale. 

It’s a waste. A waste of conflict. A waste of character. A waste of time. 

Had Arianna been treated as an important character to the narrative, like she should have been, then maybe the episode would have fared better. 

Arianna is Reduced to a Pointless Parallel

We talked about it before but this might be the most grievous example of Tangled’s useless parallels.

Willow and Arianna are meant to be ‘foreshadowing’ (and I use that term loosely) for Rapunzel and Cassandra’s conflict in the finale season. Let me count the ways of how bad this actually is..

For starters Willows and Arianna’s conflit isn’t actually the same as Raps and Cass. There’s some overlap, but ultimately theirs is actually deeper and more complex than the Raps vs Cass stuff. It’s also only between them and does not involve ruining the lives of other people. So it’s a weak comparison to begin with.

Cassandra isn’t even here to make the parallel complete. She barely interacts with Arianna and has never met Willow on screen.

Rapunzel learns the wrong lessons from this. She gets encouragement from her aunt to go traveling and a pep talk from her mom during the show’s finale, but she doesn’t actually apply any of the actual context of the arguments being made to her own life. Making the parallel shallow.

Reducing a character from the original film, one that you did not create and who has reasons to be have more plot importance then they are given, to a mere ‘parallel’ for your favorite OC is just bad fanfiction. This is something that I would expect from a seven year old setting out to write their first ever story. Not from grown adults, who are supposedly professionals, who've worked for years in the industry and are employed by the largest entertainment studio in the world.

Now before you jump down my throat, there’s nothing wrong with fanfiction itself, nor with children exploring their favorite stories in ways they find personally fulfilling. But I happen to hold mass produced media to a different, and ultimately higher standard. As well should we all. A television show made by the mouse has more real world impact than a little girl posting on Ao3.

Critiquing stuff like female representation, the behind the scenes hiring processes that leads to either good or bad rep, and the impression these stories can have on people still developing their worldviews is important. Questioning things are needed in order to make change happen. If you never acknowledge how giving a show targeted to women to a male showrunner can cause problems then you’re never going to push the big companies for more female lead shows. Which means more women are left without work.    

This is Subjective but...

I don’t like the Uumlaut being used as the main conflict. Look, if you like the Gremlins references, good for you, but I was promised sword fights and adventure according to the pilot and all I got was a parody of a 80s horror comedy that decided to skip out on the ‘horror’ part. The Uumlaut isn’t threatening enough to be interesting and the lack of real threats and challenges in this show is really starting to weigh things down. Plus it just distracts from the far more interesting human drama going on with Willow and Arianna. 

Like if you don't want action to be the focus of every episode, that’s fine, but commit to that. Don't just half-ass it because you feel the need to shoehorn in an action sequence where it isn’t needed.    

Conclusion

I like Willow as a character, but not this episode. They needed to do more with her to justify her existence, and they needed to do more with Arianna while at it. Sadly, you won't really miss out on much if you decided to skip this episode and that’s a shame. 

Also... 

I’ll forever headcanon that Willow is the wife that Stan mentioned back in Rapunzel’s Enemy and that she’s his and Pete’s beard. You can’t change my mind. Poly relationships for the win! 

#tangled #anti-tangled #willow #arianna #repersentation #critique #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tts #rta

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader & Sam x Reader

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and some eventual smut once the story reaches that point.

Chapter 9

It didn't take long for me to get back to the apartment. The door was still open and Kate along with two others were standing in the hall. She stepped away from the men when she saw me.

"How is he?" She asked with clear concern.

I just shook my head then pushed past her. When I reached the open door to our apartment one of the men stepped in front of me.

"You can't go in there." He said sternly.

"I live here. I can do as I please." I said coldly.

The man just looked down at me with hard eyes. I huffed out a breath of frustration then grabbed the man around the waist. I picked him up with ease then sat him back down to the side out of my way. I walked inside the apartment quickly grabbing two backpacks. I stuffed some of Steve's clothes in one then I did the same with my clothes in the other bag. I threw them both over a shoulder then left. I ignored the two agents trying to talk to me as I left.

It was late morning now. The sun would be up shortly. I decided to take the leap and see if Sam was on a run this morning. We lived close to the area we usually ran. I stood on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. I could see someone running in the distance. I stayed on the steps waiting for him to make his way back towards me. It was a good 20 minutes before he got close.

I picked up the bags I had throwing them back over my shoulder. I jogged down the stairs then stood in the middle of his running path. He noticed me immediately and started to slow down until he stood right in front of me.

"What do I owe this pleasure? Not looking for a race I hope." He smiled at me.

"No, I was just hoping I'd find you here." I said matter of factly.

The sun was coming up on the horizon painting the sky a light pink.

"Oh, so you were looking for me?" He asked raising a brow at me.

"Steve asked me to find you. Somethings going on or about to happen. All I know is he wanted me to grab some clothes then find you then wait on him to call." I explained quickly.

"Alright, you hungry?" He asked as we both started walking.

"Starving actually" I chuckled lightly.

We walked back to his apartment which wasn't far. He unlocked the door then gestured for me to go in first. Once inside I took in my surrounds. It was a nice place. Well decorated and very clean. There was subtle hints of his military background. I was able to spot them due to living with Steve. He did the same things.

Sam was in front of me suddenly. He was smiling ear to ear. He leaned closer to me. My breath caught in my chest. My heart started pumping faster. His grin turned into a smirk as he grabbed the bags from my hands. He winked then walked away down the hallway to my right.

He was back in the room a few seconds later. I followed him into the kitchen as he started grabbing a few things.

"Water?" He asked holding a bottle in his hand.

I nodded. He tossed the bottle to me then grabbed another for himself.

"I put your bags in the bedroom. You can crash in there. I'll take the couch." Sam said as he worked.

"What? No! I'm not taking your bed Sam. The couch is totally fine." I told him waving my hands dismissively.

He chuckled and glanced up at me.

"I know I don't look like it but I am a gentleman. No way in hell I'm gonna let a pretty lady such as yourself crash on the couch." He explained while smiling down at the food he was cooking.

"How chivalrous" I chuckled.

Sam had me pull two plates out from his cabinet and set them on the counter. He made us both a plate then sat at the small table in the corner.

"Thank you for the food." I told him.

"Anytime gorgeous" he winked at me.

We were silent for a few minutes as we both ate.

"So how do you know Captain America?" He asked leaning back in his seat.

"We grew up together." I stated simply.

"Wait, you're from the 1940s?" He asked in surprise.

"I told you when we met I was in the same situation as Steve." I chuckled lightly.

"That's not what I thought you meant." He shook his head.

"Yea, I was born in 1920. I lived in Brooklyn where I met Steve when we were kids. We were inseparable after that." I informed him

"Wow, so that makes you what? 94 years old?" He asked with a humorous grin.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to mention a lady's age?" I asked smirking at him.

"Can I at least say you look incredibly stunning for your age." He smiled.

I couldn't help but laugh. His energy was very infectious.

"So what happened to you?" He asked leaning on the table.

"Not sure really. Last thing I remember is walking home from my volunteer shift in May of 1946. I was kidnapped by someone. Then I woke up here in 2013. It's hard to believe I've already been here for almost a year."

"Why would someone want to kidnap you?" Sam asked.

"Not sure. Still trying to figure that one out. They also altered my memories and froze my in a mountain in the Swiss Alps. There's a lot of questions I have but no answers."

"They altered your memories?" He asked looking very intrigued.

I nodded.

"How?"

"Don't know. My sister and Steve have both told me about a man I was friends with along with Steve. I apparently had feelings for him. There's even photos of us together but I have no memory of him. I only know his name because of Gracie and Steve." I explained.

"This must be really hard for you." He said simply.

"Not really. I've come to feel more comfortable in this time than I was back then. There were so many rules and so much expected of women. They had to find a good husband to take care of them. They had to take care of the house, have kids and raise them, and cook and clean. I never saw that kind of life for myself. I wanted to support myself. I never wanted to depend on a man. Now, I can literally do whatever I want. Nothing is expected of me."

Sam just stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time. His face broke out into a wide grin then he chuckled. Sam took the plates and laid them in the sink. We moved from the table to the couch.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked turning to look at him.

"Of course" he answered turning to face me.

"You keep calling me pretty lady. Is that because you actually think that or you're just being nice?" I asked trying to hide the blush creeping up my face.

He chuckled lightly.

"I think you're gorgeous. You're very interesting. Normally I don't go for woman with such a large age gap between us but I think I can look past it this once." He grinned at me.

I laughed playfully slapping his arm.

"I'm a science experiment. You know I'm just like Steve right?" I asked him.

"Super soldier?" He asked raising a brow.

I nodded. He scooted closer to me. His leg was brushing against mine. Just that small amount of contact had my heart racing. What is it about him that keeps making me so nervous?

"I'll just lay this out there. I'm only slightly intimidated by the fact you can easily bench press me without breaking a sweat but there's just something about you. You're beautiful and a total mystery it seems. I would love to be given the chance to figure you out." His smile was warm and charming.

"And what would happen if you figured the mystery of me out?" I asked while trying to keep my heart from jumping out of my body.

"I honestly don't think I ever could solve it completely. You seem the type that would always be full of surprises and always keep me on my toes." He chuckled softly.

"Would you like to go grab some coffee or something?" I asked hesitantly.

I hope he would catch on to what I was trying to ask. I've never done this before.

"Willow Roffe, are you asking me on a date?" He questioned narrowing his eyes while trying to hide his smirk.

"Yes" I said quietly.

His smile grew as he chuckled. My stomach was turning into a mess making my want to throw up the breakfast I had just ate.

"I would love to." He finally said.

I was suddenly overcome with a happiness I had never felt before. I was suddenly excited and nervous and very aware of how close he was to me. He stood up and reached his hand out to me. I grabbed his hand letting him pull me to my feet.

"Why don't we go for a walk?" He asked still holding my hand.

I nodded unsure if I could actually form words in that moment. He smiled and pulled me out of his apartment. Once we were outside he didn't let go of my hand instead he tangled his fingers around mine and squeezed lightly.

I was a smiling like a fool as we walked around the city just chatting and getting to know each other better. I had to remember to thank Steve later for sending me to find Sam. After a while of walking we stopped in a park and sat on one of the benches under a tree.

"So, there's something you should know." I said quietly.

"What?" He asked looking down at me.

"I've never done anything like this before." I confessed.

"You've never been on a date?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Never. I was always with Steve getting into some kind of trouble. I never took the time to be interested in anyone. Unless you want to count the man I don't remember." I chuckled.

"Nah, we won't count him." Sam laughed.

Sam placed his fingers under my chin. He moved my head for me to lock my eyes with his.

"So, if you've never been on a date before does that mean you've never kissed anyone?" He asked glancing down to my lips.

"I don't recall ever kissing someone." I said quietly.

He smiled making my heart leap into my throat. He leaned close as he watched me carefully. It felt like he was taking an eternity that I didn't want to wait on. I reached up to him closing the distance between us. My lips pressed against his and my body came alive. It was like everything was brand new. Every nerve I had was at attention and screaming for joy under my skin. Sam pulled back leaving his forehead against mine. I felt breathless.

"How was your first kiss?" He asked softly as he brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear.

I didn't answer him. I couldn't. There was no words I could use to describe how I felt. Instead, I grabbed his face and pulled him back to me. The kiss was harder this time as I seemed to gain a confidence I'd never felt before. Sam was the one to pull away again.

"Why don't we head back to my apartment. I could use some lunch." He smiled down at me.

I nodded standing to follow him.

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Masterlist

#nothingbutfangirlsmut #the girl out of time #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson

[aesthyuckic]

AVENOIR | l.dh - UNUS

(gif not mine - credits to rightful owner)

Genre: High School AU (at beginning) ; Tarot Reader!Witch!Hyuck

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: (for future chapters will bold if in use) belief contradictions, mentions of r*pe, blood, swearing, violence, mentions of abuse, slow but with a purpose

Pairings: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader (F)

IX OF WANDS IN REVERSE - exhaustion, fatigue, reaching burnout

Lee Donghyuck, better known as Haechan Lee by everyone at Nova high school, was a popular junior that everyone loved. He was in the art program for choir and rock band. He was one of the top basketball players on the high school’s team. He was handsome and charming, who wouldn’t love him? Though his grades weren't too hot and he was on the verge of getting kicked off the basketball team for not meeting the required gpa to play sports. No one knew other than him and school staff which was a saving grace to his reputation.

Truth be told, he only joined the basketball team because he wanted to get out of physical education. He wasn't about to run ten laps a day for the rest of year. He tried to get into the dance part of the art program at school but was rejected after he audition. They preferred the girls. At most, there were two guys in each level every year. Apparently, those spots were filled already so he decided to do basketball and tennis to avoid the high school physical education class ever again. So here he sat, in front of the basketball coach in his red uniform. He wasn’t paying attention much either as he sat in the chair, uncomfortably, with his arms crossed while he looked at the gray concrete below him with a frown.

"Please just try to get Biology or Algebra up a letter grade so I can keep you on the team." The coach sighed. "It seems like you won't be able to get to college by the look of your current grades. Try to pass high school, at least."

His head snapped up with his coach’s words. He sounded like one of the counselors and Donghyuck hated that. He had speech before, many times, every year, every few months. The boy had managed to put on a sickingly sweet fake smile in that moment, “I’ll try my best.”

He exited the coach's office and went to change in the lockroom since he was excused from practice until further notice. He cussed under his breath as he looked at the grades on his phone while walking out of the locker room, frustrated. Most of his classes were as good as they could be in his standards. He failed Algebra and Biology every year which pouted at.

He slid his phone back into his jean pocket with a sigh. He felt stuck and unable to go any further. He didn't have time to do homework or even school these days. He felt so burned out at the age of seventeen but what else would a junior like him feel when he had so much to do in such a little timeframe? He knew this year was important for colleges but it seemed it had already gone down the drain. At this point, he considered dropping out next year.

The next day at lunch, he went around school asking teachers for extra credit even though he knew full well he didn’t have time to do any of it. When he went to his math class he found the door locked and saw that no one was there through the tinted windows so off he went to his biology class. Once he had step foot into the room, he was hit with freezing air. It was already cold outside with winter just around the corner. The room still always managed to be freezing though. It was also too eerily silence for the amount of people in there who were scattered around the room. He ignored that fact and apporched his teacher’s desk.

“Hey, Ms. Nelson...” His whispered, trying to keep the awkward stillness. “Is there anyway, I don’t know, that i can get my grade up in this class before the semester ends in a few weeks?”

“Well,” She started. “Haechan-“

“Donghyuck is fine.” He interrupted, knowing most of his classmates called him Haechan.

“Okay, Donghyuck, you could do test corrections with the last test... I don't have any extra credit right now so I'll let you know when I do have that. Its alsp very clear you don't understand the subject so I can help you during lunch or class but you have to avocate for yourself and communicate.”

“Oh, no that would work.” He shook his head

“And why not?”

“Whenever I get help from a teacher, I end up arguing with them. A lot of those teachers hate me now... Anyway, I rather have you not hate me.”

She sighed at his comment to suppress her chuckle, “Would you like to work with another student then?”

“Yes,” He nodded, small strands of his hair softly bouncing with his movement. “They are easier to argue with.”

She rolled her eyes at his words before she called out to someone, “Hey, Cosimia.”

Donghyuck turned around to see who his teacher was calling over. There was a girl that sat at the very back against the rough, white bricked wall. He knew her, not by her name but rather her title. She had multiple title but the ‘weird freshmen’ was the simplest to call her. She barely spoke to anyone but the teachers, when she did speak to her classmates and she apparently said things that sounded off and creepy, like she was a stalker or threatening them almost. He was never truly sure the accusations were true, they could’ve been rumors but that still didn’t stop him from bad mouthing her along with the rest of the students whenever she wasn’t around.

She typed away on her cheap, school provided, computer while she had her earbuds in. It seemed like you could hear faint indie music from them in the silent classroom. Her eyes were wide with dark eyebags that laid under them. Her long hair draped around her in soft looking waves. The color resembled that of a redwood tree’s. She finally pulled an earbud out to make sure she heard the teacher call her.

“Me?” The girl asked, he had never heard her voice despite being in the same Biology class with her since the beginning of the year.

The teacher nodded.

She was quick to get out of her chair and follow the authority figure’s wish, rather obediently he might add. It seemed like she treated it like her life depended on it. From what little information that he knew about her, it could’ve also just be her being the teacher’s pet but for some reason, he felt it was something else...

Even though he hadn’t talked to Cosimia the entire year, little things he noticed about her cane to his mind. She always finished her projects early and Ms. Nelson gave her candy for it, no matter how childish that sounds. She also always managed to get first place in the Kahoots they played occasionally as well. No doubt she was smart and the closer she got to him, the less he dreaded the thought of having to work with her.

When she came to stand beside Donghyuck, he noticed she didn’t seem happy, not fine either. She looked tired, not just physically but emotionally and the split moment he caught her eyes, he felt overwhelmed. He saw so many emotions, felt so many when he looked into her eyes. Sadness and fatigue seemed to be the most prominent he could see and feel. She wore muted colors that contrast compared to her rather colorful hair. Her clothing was too big for her body in the way that it covered up everything she had to hide underneath. He was quick to see a sickening yellow color that surrounded a deep purple in the crook of her neck from he stood. It could’ve been a hickey, which was none of his business but somehow he felt it wasn’t that.

She caught him staring at it, locking eyes with him once again for a second as she pulled her oversized gray sweatshirt up to cover it. It overwhelmed him again to look her straight in the eyes, he seemed to be able to see more each time.

“So, do you think you’ll be able to help Donghyuck with Bio?” Ms. Nelson asked.

“Probably,” Cosimia shrugged.

"She is one of the best in all my classes, she should be able to help you." The teacher turned to the boy. "You guys should talk about when you should get together and everything so I'll let you get to it."

By the time his Biology teacher stopped talking, the girl had disappeared from his side. He found her back in the corner, packing up her things. She was also quick to sling her backpack over her shoulder and flee the classroom which left him to run after her. He had no idea how to approach her, it seemed like she wanted nothing to do with him. He came to stand in front of her after he stopped chasing her.

“Are you available at lunch?” She asked, calmly and oddly enough with how she ran off.

“That’s the only time I get with my friends.” He shook his head. “What about after school? Your house?”

“I’m not allowed to have people at my house.” She moved passed him to continue down the hall.

He huffed out of fustration as he had to catch up to her again. He was so confused as to why she had to make things difficult. She wasn’t creepy, just straight up frustrating and a mystery. Then again, why was he so hell bent on her tutoring him? There’s always other people.

“Okay, my place I guess?” He suggested.

“I’m not allowed to go to other people’s houses either.” She said.

“Library?” He questioned with an annoyed expression.

“I can’t, I’m suppose to go straight home after school. All I have is what’s available during school hours which is third period with you and lunch. That’s it.”

She pushed passed him, in a hurry. He watched her continue down the hall. Her hair flowed out from behind her, when the sun hit it just right it looked like fire, tailing behind her. Judging by what she said to him, she had no place to be. Some thing was off about Cosimia and her life, the things she said, wasn’t normal. Everyone knew her by her title and not her name just for that. Donghyuck didn’t see her as weird anymore, she seemed more scared by what he saw in her eyes only minutes ago. The only thing weird, possibly dangerous about her to him was the way she living even if he didn’t know most of it...

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[dandystones]

Yes means no.

***There are two parts to this long ass post because I didn't realise I had so much to say oops***

Setting boundaries, I recently learnt I've been terrible at that for most of my life.

I hate when people tell me what to do, to the point I'd do the exact opposite, but I always wanted validation. I sought it from everyone and their mothers because I never got it from myself.

The internet seems to talk a big game about how the universe will keep on sending you lessons in all it's glorious forms if we don't pick up on it; like how we always encounter the same toxic people and relationships, one after another.

It's funny when I recall them now.

***PART 1***

I like to think I've been very blessed when it came to friendship. All through my life, I've always felt that I made friends easily and had plenty of platonic support. However at different stages of my life, I've also noticed that despite all the good friends I surrounded myself with, I've always had that one person in my life who was just a little too self absorbed, borderline narcisstic and treaded way too close for comfort.

For reference, I'm going to list some people but not their whole names: my mum >> X >> O >> H >> C

The most coincidental thing I've come to realise is 1) that each person had a specific time in my life where they rose to prominence, or in other words, where they suffocated me the most 2) the end of each 'stage of prominence' was the start of the next. For example, when I thought I'd finally stepped out of my mum's narcissistic shadow, X stepped and morphed into that narcisstic figure until I'd decided it was time to cut ties. Around the same time, I met O and she slowly morphed into that person.

Continously, I realise I've always had that one presence in my life and each person would stay for many years until a breaking point, after which I would draw the line and keep my distance. As a rough estimate, I took about 25 years to understand that this exhausting cycle of going through toxic loved one after another is simply a lesson of setting boundaries.

I came to this realization in the past 6-12 months because I was having a particular hard time adjusting at work and it was really tough to master the art of stakeholder management. I won't say I'm an expert now, but I've gotten much better at putting my foot down and helping people to understand how their basic (read: brainless) actions are making my job unnecessarily difficult and defying my work ethics. I started to understand the importance of setting my own boundaries because we can never assume anyone would know them if we don't speak it.

Around the same time, I noticed the last person in this cycle, C had started to transition out of her role as the narcisstic shadow in my life entirely on her own. I've never had that happen to me without having to ruthlessly cut ties before. It's like something just clicked. On hindsight, the lesson just made sense and perhaps because I understand what it is now, there was no longer a need for the lesson to remain.

I always thought I was good at saying no to people, because I didn't care what they think which is true for the most part, I don't care what strangers think. What I came to realise about myself was that I needed help saying no to non strangers, people I care about, the people I need in my life.

***PART 2***

The word 'no' carried too much grief and associated history with abuse and neglect. My parents never made it easy for me growing up; affection was a competition between myself and both my younger sisters. My father could never find balance at work, so he overcompensated by trying to take control of everything at home. Nothing I said nor did could ever please him, he was always angry about the tiniest thing.

Everything was someone else's fault; between denying me any help with school work because I didn't go to a school of his choice and completely beating my self esteem down because I dare ask him for any help to a seemingly insignificant act like him accidentally stepping on my toes at the supermarket, he would twist and mold all my words until they made him looked like a hero in his own fantasy, that I was beneath him, and that everything bad that happened in his life was my fault and no one else's.

You couldn't fight him with reason even if you tried to, because he wasn't fighting for anything, he just wanted to win and he would say anything to wear you down. Every night would end in the same way, a disgustingly heated verbal mess between him, myself and my mom; abuse of any kind is simply the cheap power you get when you destroy people for the sake of your ego.

My mum was completely helpless in that regard, she stayed the hell out of his way whenever he had an outburst, even if it meant leaving me to fend for myself. I refused to back down from the injustice and his words dug its claws deeper in my gut, every quarrel we had made me sick with anger because no matter how hard I tried to defend myself, every takeaway was how each of his mistakes were the result of my failures even if it had nothing to do with it.

This went on for years. I knew I couldn't run away because I was underage, financially unstable and still needed a roof above my head. I felt absolutely helpless and remember crying myself to sleep all the time, praying to God to take me away - away from here, away from being the family's punching bag, away to another universe where parents actually protected their children, built them up and supported them.

Growing up in an environment where your survival thrived from avoiding all the stressors that could result in rage meant that I became extremely cautious in expressing my needs and opinions out of a fear of of displeasing my parents. Every subsequent outburst was a slap in the face, a painful reminder of how abandoned and unsupported I was in this family.

This led to a series of bad behaviors where I was desperate to please and longed for a life devoid of rejection. For the parts of myself who had endured so much neglect, I just couldn't bare the same devastation over again. Putting myself second and others first was easy as long as they were happy. I had this belief that if I accidently let myself be honest, people wouldn't accept me and I couldn't risk letting my guard down again.

Over time, I started saying yes to everything I wanted to say no to. Yes means no, no came with a '... but I'll do this for you instead' to overcompensate my fear. Slowly but surely, I became exhausted from pleasing people all the time. I said yes to social events I didn't care to be at, I patiently listened to every word of every person who needed me even if they didn't care to be there for me, I helped every toxic person who saw an opportunity to exploit my time and kindness. Without realizing, I was unnecessarily deriving a form of validation from being a yes-girl, I didn't know how to say no. Beyond that I'd lost my sense of self because I didn't know if anyone would care about me if I stopped doing all these things.

This obviously manifested in many unhealthy coping mechanisms and constantly wanting to be alone because I felt that everyone around me wanted something from me I couldn't give. It became a toxic cycle of self harm, feeling absolutely hopeless and finding sick joy in dreaming about the many different ways to end my life. At age 17, I've never felt more alone.

Ive had to see a counsellor for prolonged periods of my life and thisemotional abuse was one of the key moments that contributed to it.

Recovery was one hella of a slippery slope and had relapsed so many times I've lost count. I was convinced my abuse had rewired my body's ability to understand what love was, all I felt was the fire of resentment, burning my insides with the anxiety of having to live out the rest of my life in a bubble of 'my mistakes'.

Through my counsellor, we had to un-learnt the act of being too harsh of myself, as a result of the years I spent projecting my dad's expectations on myself. Rewiring your brain to calm itself down when you're triggered is difficult but not impossible. There were many scenarios where I became aware of the fact that the voice in my head mimicked my dad's in giving all but bone crushing criticism, guilt tripping my every move and spiralling myself into depression again.

Re-learning the notion of 'giving myself to others' whilst being 'unapologetically myself' was interesting and refreshing. Mostly, my subconscious got better at unlearning the act of constantly censoring myself for the sake of others; how to live freely & become a more honest version of myself regardless of the people around me. Not in any manner that might be of harm to others though, just in a way that allows me to stop relying on other people’s validation to keep my spirits lifted.

Every relapse back then sunk me into my depression, harder. Looking back now, I'm glad I didn't give up even though the chance was present and tempting every step of the way. Everyday still feels like a challenge, but I get it now when people say it gets easier

#wfth #getting stronger

[princesshumayrah786]

 About  Suhana. 

She was restrained at a young age, merely 16 when she was raped by a guy named Raj,  he was 28 he told her how much he loved her. 

All he desired was. What she has kept for betrothal. He made her afraid of him, and afraid to not speak about what he had done to her. He owned her, and then wounded her for his benefit. 

Raj proceeded to harm Suhana sexually, physically, and emotionally.

 She was on the brink of ending her own life. 

He said he would eradicate her when he had plenty of her.

 Whenever he wanted her he used her to satisfy his lusts. 

He preferred the miserable soul all to himself. 

Raj then decided that he was going to marry suhana.

   He told everyone how they have met and he made up various tales,  that she was his partner. 

But  they weren't married yet.

  He placed her on pills, and he told her,  she doesn't deserve kids. and not his. 

This is how it started. 

A Horrible Moment 

Suhana met Raj at school, he dropped his sister at the school. Then  he met her

Suhana. A typical young girl. Who does not bother anyone but herself?

He then told her the following. 

Raj: come jump in let me drop you at home. 😏

Suhana: it's great I like the breeze of the wind and I like strolling home.🙄

Then his sister insisted suhana should hop in. 

She didn't and ran home really quickly. 

The following day the same transpired.  

And he indicated to me that he was a nice and sweet guy. She began believing in him as her big brother.

She eventually got in his vehicle one day after school.

Raj then dropped his sister first. And then apparently her next.

 But he drove past her street and onto the main road leading towards the forests.

He took her into a dull cottage in the woods and instructed her so lovingly to get out and go inside.  

They were both then inside the cottage. And then the following occurred. 

Raj: remove your shirt and your school dress & last your panties.

And lay down.  

Suhana: Raj doesn't be ridiculous.

Why are you doing this to me?

He said: silence or ill slaughter you.

Suhana: please don't assault me!

don't kill me. I'll do anything for you just don't hurt me without my approval. Please !!!!!

Raj: ok then come and reside with me. 

And I will provide you with whatever you wish. 

I expect you all to myself.  

Suhana: I will fulfill whatever you want I swear.

She realized her life was ending. She was done for. No schooling or family, nothing.  

I couldn't say no she mumbled.

Her parents were concerned, 

She said to herself:

 I told them im never coming back with tears rolling down her red rosy cheeks,  how would I explain to them my pain, I  had to tell them this dreadful lie. one way or the other, they are going to know the truth.

  She loved them so much & she didn't want them getting hurt because of her rejecting  Raj. 

She didn't have ample time to think about her verdict and she had to move in with him on the given date. 

 And he calmly warned her that he would hurt her entire family if she didn't do what he instructed her todo. 

So she finally moved in with him. 

The very first day he was being so nice after he forced her to take off all her clothing.

He was a different person.

She then knew something was wrong. He wanted something from her.  

When Nighttime came, she went to the bathroom but the door could not lock. She had a terrible feeling about what was going to take place. 

Then suddenly he entered the bathroom bare, she could not reject him, but had to give permission she said go ahead do what pleases you.  With tears rolling down her cheeks.

He took away everything from her including her family.  She went to school every day until her matric ball, he was with her the entire night. He was obsessed with her. She didn't have any friends with her because of his obsessiveness, It was him and her all alone that night.  

Back to her in the shower. 

He held his hands over her breast.  

He was hard enough to start the deed. 

He made suhana ready too. First, she was afraid but she had to give in and give consent. Only because he threatened to kill her.

And I wanted to live. She said to herself.

He then with gentleness took her out of the shower,  onto their enormous luxurious bed. And made love to her with full force. 

The worst was yet to come. 

How he misbehaved and threatened suhana. 

He told her.  He could feel she was a virgin. And she layers ed there in tears.  Then he took a sex tablet. Got hard again this time he went the other way and it was hurting so much. he used her with full force.  He used her and it was unlawful for both of them to have done that. 

they weren't even married. She only stayed protecting her family.

She had never been used like this before. 

Guessing to herself. 

How could he claim he loves me?

When he did this to me.

Should I run away from him? 

I wish I never encountered him, I wish he never saw me. I wish I never existed. 

All these terrible thoughts were, Crossing her young mind. She wanted to end her existence once and for all. And didn't wish to be touched by him anymore. 

Then the following morning. 

He had a  friend over. She felt eyes looking at her. opening only one of her eyes and she saw a young handsome looking guy from her point of view she thought he was just a monster like Raj.

But it wasn't like that, Kemal was different he was against women and child abuse. had been living his childhood with his father and his father never lifted a hand or even touched a hair on his mother's head.

 He was looking at her Before she felt someone closing her,  Then he stared at her afterward.  It couldn't have been Raj All she heard was. This voice saying.

The voice: are you crazy how can you bring me to your room and there's a woman in your bed!!

then suddenly this voice turned around and he left. 

It was Kemal Raj"s close friend they grew up together like brothers. 

When she had changed her clothes she headed directly to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for herself.  

Kemal was glancing at her again. 

She had to ask him. 

Suhana: can you stop looking at me like that, are you a slimeball?

Kemal: Ma'am? No no im so sorry. I am trying to think if I have caught a glimpse of you somewhere previously. and I'm ashamed I won't stare at you like that again. 

Suhana: you better be ashamed mister. 

Furthermore,  Raj would destroy you for starting at me like this. 

Kemal: is he obsessed with you?

Suhana: I guess he is. you have to ask him that question.  

She swerved around and took a seat on the sofa. Consuming her coffee.

Then she glanced at Kemal. now seated opposite her. 

Raj said Kemal should remain with Suhana while he went to the store. 

Kemal: What's you're name?

Suhana: are you talking to me?, it's best you don't. I am not in the mood.

And it's Suhana by the way.

Kemal: I'm Kemal.