#ok i got it: i want someone who's ok with me going to jail cos i can't control my anger issues but like i'm cute so they forgive me

[widowbitessting]

Flower Petals on the Floor

Word Count: 996

Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!

Summary: All you wanted to do was surprise the Trio! at work. But the stupid security guard is set on ruining your plan.

Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom!Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader

(I swear I'm not an idiot. I got asks and I lost them. Can I find them? No. I remember it being along the lines of 'a security guard not letting Baby past' so nonnie I am sorry for losing your ask. Just label me stupid I guess. Again, it’s not the best thing I’ve written but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless)

xoxo

It was supposed to be a surprise. 

A midweek visit as your classes were called off. 

You’d even bought a small bouquet of flowers for each of them. 

But would the stupid security man let you in?

No.

No matter what you tried to say, he just wasn’t having it. 

“Listen! They know who I am, just let me up!” 

“No. Your name isn’t on the list, meaning you can’t come in.” He tells you. “Now go and bug someone else.” 

You glower at him, officially irriated. 

“I am not bugging - how many times do I have to tell you? I’m their girlfriend!” 

“That’s what they all say. I wasn’t born yesterday.” 

“Listen boogers for brains, I don’t know who pissed in your coffee this morning; but I’m here to surprise my girlfriends ‘cos they’re stressed out of their minds and you’re sort of ruining it!”

“Heard it all before, love. Now beat it.” 

He shoves you and you stumble back. 

“Hey!” 

“Get out of my building, doll face.” 

“Who are you -” 

“I will personally remove you if I have to. Leave.” 

He tries to shove you again but you manage to scurry back.

You glare at him.

“Fine. Fine. I’m going. There’s no need to push me. God.” 

You stomp out of the reception area and back out the pristine glass doors, where the horrible weather is waiting to soak you. 

“Fucking stupid…butt face.” 

You stop as the door swings shut behind you and pull your phone out of your pocket; texting the Trio.

Y/N (13:14): Hypothetically…if I was trying to get into your building…what would I need to do?

Carol (13:14): Well hello to you too, cutie. 

Carol (13:14):  We’d have to put you on the OK list; get you a Visitor ID sorted and so on. Why?

You groan. 

Why is nothing ever simple?

Y/N (13:15): No reason

Wanda (13:15): Are you downstairs, baby?

Y/N (13:16): Maybe…? I’m outside…

Natasha (13:15): Go back inside love, we’ll be there in a minute❤️

You quickly do as you’re told, rushing back into the warmth of the building. 

Only, you’re met with the same security man as before. 

He’s glaring at you. 

“Listen love, if you wanted to be handcuffed this badly, all you had to do was ask.” 

“What?”

He throws your flowers to the ground and spins you around so fast that you don’t even have the time to make a sarcastic comment. 

The cold bite of his handcuffs snag at your skin. 

“Listen -” 

“No, you listen to me, I’ve had enough of your shit. You’re in detainment until the cops get here, is that understood?”

“Cops? But wait -” 

“Save it.” 

This has to be the most mortifying ordeal of your life. 

Everyone in the open reception space is looking at you and you really don’t know what to do. 

And to make it worse, your left shoe keeps squeaking.

“I can’t - I can’t go to jail!” 

“Should have thought of that sooner, love.” 

He moves you so easily that you make the mental note to start going to the gym. 

Dragging you towards the turnstiles. 

He scans his ID and pushes you through.

Taking you towards the back door when - 

“Greg, any reason you’ve got our girlfriend by the wrists?” Natasha’s voice has you both stopping and you just want to sob in relief. 

She glares at the man holding you, raising an eyebrow. 

“Oh thank god.” You mutter. 

“Yeah, that’s kind of our job.” Carol adds. 

“Told you I wasn’t lying.” You glare back at him.

“I was just -” 

“Being disrespectful to someone who we care about.” Natasha buts in. “Forget being professional, you were being downright rude. Uncuff her. Right now.” 

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry ma’am.” 

He lets you go and you quickly move to stand closer to your women; Wanda’s hand quickly finds your waist and holds you close. 

“Do you do this to all the visitors that aren’t on the all clear?” Carol asks, putting her hands into her pant pockets. 

If things hadn’t been so disastrous, you’d have found it incredibly hot. 

…Maybe you still do…

“I - no. I…” 

“Go on. We’re waiting.” Wanda snaps. 

“I was told to make sure no one got in if they’re not on the all clear.”

“And how do we ensure people do get on the all clear?” Natasha asks, as if she’s speaking to a 1 year old, 

“Having one of the reception team buzz up to Kate…”

“And did you do that?” Wanda asks.

“No…”

“Why not?” Says Carol. 

“…she…she was testing my patience!”

“And the reasonable thing to do was handcuff our girlfriend and cause a scene?”

“I was handling it accordingly.”

“He hurt my arms.” You pout and nestle into Wanda, hiding your smile. 

“I think we should have a little chat, Greg, don’t you think? Bring in the Head of Security too?”

The man visibly pales.

“I think that sounds wonderful.” Natasha adds on. “You’re dismissed. We’ll contact you later when we’re ready.” 

And just like that, he’s gone. Practically vanishing in thin air.

“Are you okay, my love?” Carol asks, looking you over and inspecting your wrists. She clocks the red marks where the handcuffs were too tight. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” Natasha growls, pulling you in for a tight hug. “My poor girl.”

“We’re gonna put you on the clearance list and get you an ID sorted.” Wanda says. “So you can come straight up next time.”

“Okay.” You pout. “I brought you flowers but he…” You point to the flowers littered on the floor. 

“Aw, baby girl.” Natasha sighs. “We appreciate the gesture. C’mon. Wanna come see where we work?”

You nod. 

Natasha takes your hand and leads you to the elevators. 

They open almost as soon as you get there and the four of you walk inside. 

Carol presses their floor and you grin up at her. 

Until she asks:

“Baby girl. Where’s your coat?”

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #reader insert #sugar mommies #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #sugar mommies!asks #spiderbites #smu #little liv writes! #smu universe #sugar mommies drabble

[whinlatter]

author's note | chapter 8: bones 🦴

thank you for reading chapter eight of Beasts! this week, it's hotting up politically - ginny meets with the minster of magic, enjoys a hot beverage with all of her ex boyfriends, finds out about the clinton impeachment and rides the east coast mainline from edinburgh to london for free with no cancellations or delays a week before christmas. now that really is magic.

got a bumper author's note this week (and some metas to follow), plus a sneak peek of chapter nine (oh the cameos we've got coming! i've got flashback fever). i am also accepting any and all guesses for who the gang will go as for the grimmauld muggle-themed NYE party. we know anthony's going as tony blair, terry boot's deciding between a terry's chocolate orange or the golden boot, but what will the rest of the DA go as? answers on a postcard/in the askbox pls. ok let's discuss this wet and wintery chapter that i wrote at the beach during a heatwave in august, for some reason

✨ spoilers for this chapter below the cut  ✨

writing things and headcanons:

the hogwarts inquiry and graves on the ministry: the chapter opens with graves (himself an ex ministry employee, though we don’t know the circumstances of his exit yet) poking holes in the wizengamot’s approach to justice thus far in the post-war period, suggesting holding individuals accountable - especially someone like thicknesse who was imperiused - misses how the entire wizarding state is implicated in wartime crimes against muggleborns and other persecuted groups. also disillusioned by the way post-war trials are going, kingsley wants to take a different course of action to get to the bottom of what happened at hogwarts during the war. a lot of post-war fics do an amazing job doing post-war justice through criminal trials, and i wanted to do something a bit different for this fic that is explicitly interested in places and institutions and the cultures they foster (hogwarts and the ministry itself, but grimmauld place and, soon, the burrow, home to different kinds of institutions, including families). like a lot of people who grew up in the uk in the early 00s public inquiries - like the leveson inquiry into media culture and phone hacking, or the chilcott inquiry into the iraq war - really left a big impression on me (though i’m sure this is also true in lots of political cultures, not least in the US in things like senate hearings etc). i also really love seeing inquiries and hearings rendered in fiction (in tv, jesse armstrong shows like the thick of it and succession), so knew i wanted to have a go writing these into this fic. there are actually quite a few inquiries of varying scale that happen in the canon series (though none are public), so we know this is a mechanism the ministry has previously used to investigate various breaches of law or accepted norms (in CoS, arthur faces one over the car; over buckbeak in PoA; into percy over crouch; dumbledore asks for one after the dementor attack on harry, which fudge rejects; into bode’s murder at st mungo’s, and into the miscarriage of justice that saw sirius jailed for the potters’ murders). i’m literally just going to quote from taylor_fannon074’s gorgeous comment on this because it’s so well put: 

‘The Wizarding World knows that their children have been forcibly put at the center of a war they didn’t know existed for most of it. Children are the first line of attack when it comes to implementing fascist ideologies. People  areso sensitive about children and it’s a perfect weapon to utilize against anything that you want. It’s why Dumbledore became headmaster when he could’ve been Minister of Magic. It’s why the Malfoys are Voldemort’s greatest allies. If it were just about the Carrows they’d carry all the blame, now the defendants are the Ministry. Kingsley is using this tactic to direct the people’s anger towards the Ministry’s systemic oppression. He’s giving the kids a platform to talk about how a werewolf was the greatest teacher they ever had and several ministry officials tortured them. It calls the ministry’s competency into question, planting the seeds of doubt. I don’t think Kingsley aiming for a full scale revolution but trying to open the curtains and get wizards more active in their community.  He’s going after that statute of secrecy next, I can feel it in my bones!!!!’

kingsley: there are so many really great reads on kingsley as minister after the war, particularly kingsley taking on the ruthless (and manipulative) instincts of a politician, and speculation about that might clash with harry’s worldview and longstanding resentment of ministers carrying about things like public image and making moral compromises to get things done. i don’t disagree with those reads at all, and think they have a ton of basis in canon. what i knew i wanted in beasts, though, was to see if you could write a different kingsley, someone who hasn’t abandoned his principles but instead is trying to centre them. i wanted to play with the idea that all politicians are the same’, asking how kingsley’s contradictions - an avowed progressive, a lifelong ministry insider with more links to the muggle world than most, a resistance fighter turned a minister of magic trusted and admired by the children of the order - would shape his approach to try to capture post-war momentum for rebuilding and make real change, whatever that might look like. i also wanted this dynamic of kingsley and ginny having some familiarity with each other that we don’t see from the canon series that might hint at some wartime interactions we haven’t seen yet. anyway i wrote this scene with kingsley and ginny ages ago and then i read the unfinished but excellent fic about ginny and post-war justice cited below and was crushed to see someone had already written a version of the same scene much better. what a blow! (read that fic)

ginny’s card-making: ginny weasley loves to decorate and she loves christmas. canon could not be clearer about this. if you think she wouldn’t spitefully refuse to wish minerva mcgonagall seasons’ greetings then i’m sorry i think you are wrong with a capital W. graves didn’t get a card but he did get an essay because she’s warming up to him a bit but cards are only for those who aren’t on ginny approval probation 

writing on the wall: actually this is just me apologising to the anon who sent me this ask ages ago and i didn’t reply because i knew i had this scene in the bank and didn’t want to spoil it but yeah basically anon i could not agree with you more!!! i think it’s really a squandered opportunity in canon not to make more of this - in those old ootp planning notes jkr was going to have ginny write on the wall about umbridge in temper, but then removed it, so clearly was thinking of the DA wall daubing as a parallel with CoS but then… gave the line to neville lol. fuming. anyway! had to be done! thank u so much anon and so sorry again!

beasts, beings and patronuses: my favourite part of this chapter to write! (obviously that’s a lie it was the bit where harry and ginny shagged but second favourite for sure). graves goes all enlightenment subjectivity theory again smh, and then suggests what’s happened with the stag antlers might be something to do with a great disturbance to harry’s soul. @saintsenara think this is me steathily building up a tomarry endgame - other theories are circulating, all theories have me salivating

slughorn: hardcore hinny shipper, we have to stan. what’s he up to? also rina girl get back to school you're making ginny look conscientious

hermione: thank you to the extremely patient romione folks in my inbox - the trouble with this plot is that i have to keep all the romione bits off stage for now (and i have written some hermione and ron pov missing moment scenes that i might drop when this plot is fully developed and the mystery has ended) but for now i’m just sorry that so far in the published chapters the hermione plot is all unhealthy coping mechanisms and no answers!

muggle london: did i go rummaging on the freedom of information requests sent to transport for london to find out adult and child fares for central london weekend travel in 1998? yes i did. you never know when the transport pedants are going to flood your mentions !!! ‘are you a child’ ‘sort of’ could be summary of the entire fic really couldn’t it

the exes: i knew i wanted an unlikely character to speak a bit of truth to ginny, someone she wouldn’t be expecting to call her on her shit. the idea of using one of her exes to do it seemed satisfying for a couple of different reasons. i liked the idea of using a character who knows ginny well and who sees through her a bit, but also has nothing to lose throwing out some tough love to her face because they don’t really have any investment in being in her good books anymore. i also liked the idea of not taking ginny’s canonical descriptions of her relationships with her exes for granted, and using those relationships as an example of previous incidences where this character has kidded themselves, or at least come up with a retroactive narrative of something that has happened to them as a coping mechanism that actually masks a bigger, more complicated truth. (i have a longer meta on ginny and her exes i’ll post this week that isn’t expressly beasts-related where i’ll bang on about my read on what these relationships were to her, but for now suffice to say it seemed important in a fic that is at heart a coming of age ginny character study to draw in characters who were likely formative for her in her teenage years in some way). dean seemed a complicated choice, though (more about him below), so… michael corner it was. 

michael corner (or: characterisation when the character has about five whole lines in the whole of canon): 

this is michael corner this whole chapter:

i had a ball trying to figure out how to write michael corner, as the discord girlies can attest. michael is a very minor character in the series, with only a handful of scenes/appearances, and he spends most of them being a little dickhead lmao. the man never stops interrupting people to call them out/correct them. in his first scene in canon in ootp, at the hog’s head, michael sasses hermione on her motivations to set up the DA (‘“You want to pass your DADA O.W.L. too though, I bet?”’ - that earns him a snippy clapback) and then interrupts harry when harry’s being modest to both praise him but also correct him lol (‘“Not with the dragon, you didn’t,” said Michael Corner at once. “That was a seriously cool bit of flying...”’.) in DH, he yells at harry for planning to nip in and nip out of hogwarts when all the DA are living in hiding (‘“You’re going to leave us in this mess?” demanded Michael Corner’), and then gets annoyed at luna for being dumb about the diadem (‘“Yeah, but the lost diadem,” said Michael Corner, rolling his eyes, “is lost, Luna. That’s sort of the point.”’) when it comes to ginny, she calls him a ‘fool’ when he almost gives the game away about the DA in the hall, and when they’re paired up at the DA and she’s killin it hexing him he’s “either very bad or unwilling to jinx her”. given his interest in his academics - and that he’s a ravenclaw - i think we can suspect it’s the latter, a display of chivalric concern that was never going to go down well with gin. they then break up after ginny decides he’s too ‘sulky’ about ravenclaw’s loss at quidditch, after which michael immediately goes off to get with cho (michael and harry bonding over their shared type fic when). but. michael’s also someone ginny (someone who does not suffer fools!) went out with for an entire year, so can’t be a total dickhead, clearly knows right from wrong and has moments of real bravery - joining the DA in the first place, but also enduring torture that neville describes as particularly horrific for trying to rescue a chained up first-year during the DH, which would almost certainly make him deserving of ginny’s respect after the war. being in the DA under the carrows must have been an intense bonding experience for all involved, and actually would have forced ginny and michael back into each other’s lives in a way that forced them to develop some kind of working relationship. all this then added up to the decisions i made to write him as he is in beasts: someone who is grouchy, sassy, contrarian, too competitive, a bit jealous of others’ abilities (the sore loser), and fond of calling people out/correcting people, but also someone who speaks his mind and whose heart is, ultimately, in the right place, a bit of an arse but not a baddie. and i think that makes sense as a character ginny weasley would be attracted to, at least initially, and who she can get behind as someone whose opinion she will listen to, with a pinch of salt.

bonus michael headcanons: other characterisation bits that are more headcanons than anything else: michael, terry and anthony’s band. ginny is canonically a fan of the weird sisters, with a poster up in her room. the weird sisters play at the yule ball.  michael and ginny meet at the yule ball. like literally nine billion other teenage relationships, wouldn’t be fun if michael and ginny first met/got to chatting because they both liked the same band? then that became: well, dean was artistic - what if ginny’s into creatives? wouldn’t it be a laugh if michael, terry and anthony, this three piece gang of boy besties, were in a band? so that became me imagining them all in a promising but bit-too-clever-for-their-own-good indie band, alt-j or vampire weekend of the 90s, very into the smiths. (the album cover ginny recognises in their flat ‘of a white turreted castle, lush woodland by a sunlit lake’ is blur’s country house - partly because the castle in that album art looks a bit like hogwarts, but also because country house was the single that, as british readers might remember, was in a very famous race for number 1 with oasis in the battle of britpop in august 1995, which became about the middle-class southern band (blur) vs the northern working class equivalent (oasis). in my mind the ravenclaw boys would have been team blur and the gryffindor boys are team oasis lol. 90s lore!) the ravenclaw boys being low key into hallucinogenic potions is literally because michael has a throwaway line in hbp where he asks slughorn about felix felicis lol (‘“Have you ever taken it, sir?” asked Michael Corner with great interest.”). so yeah that was enough to get me imagining michael and the boys as low key stoners but also into experimenting with different psychedelic substances and writing bangin’ tunes. they’re boarding school teenage boys, after all!

dean: ah dean 🥺 one day i’ll finish that damn dean fic. the dean we see here is who i imagine dean would be after the war - more lost and alone than literally any of the other main characters, properly unhappy. unlike the golden trio, or the silver trio, dean spends his deeply traumatic war alone, and i think that would fuck him up. he has to go on the run and leave his muggle family behind, a family he’s lied to about the severity of the war (“My parents are Muggles, mate,” said Dean, shrugging. “They don’t know nothing about no deaths at Hogwarts, because I’m not stupid enough to tell them.”’). he must have struggled, as the trio did, with accessing food and finding places of safety, but also had far fewer protections than the trio (no perkins tent, no invisibility cloak, none of hermione’s abilities). he’d also have had to deal with the fact that he’s a young black boy on the run in majority white racist nineties britain, where he would be hyper visible and vulnerable to the suspicions of muggles as well as the wizarding ministry and snatchers (the police/suspicious members of the public are never going to have treated a black teenage boy who seems homeless well). he briefly has the company of ted tonks, surrogate dad figure, dirk cresswell and the goblins, but then watches all but griphook get murdered. then he’s snatched, rescued, and goes to live at shell cottage with his ex’s brother lol. he would have none of the wartime bonding and sense of group solidarity that the wartime DA seem to have built, and while it seems likely he too would join the aurors if invited to punish the people who persecuted him, i think he would feel intensely isolated and lonely as well as challenged by the demands of that job, one he never really seems to crave in canon. got our first few deamus hints here but yeah basically if michael’s going thru one kind of trauma, dean’s going through another, one that he’s never going to open up to the ex who hurt him about. he doesn’t hate ginny - in DH, when he hears about the sword theft, he shows clearly still wants her to be safe and well - but he’s had none of michael’s time to build a post-relationship working friendship with her, and the emotional trust isn’t there anymore. wow bummed myself out writing that out jesus. he could have offered her a cup of tea, though. that’s just basic brit etiquette

baby’s first almost smut: look. what was i supposed to do. these two haven't shared a bed since august. if you think they’re not fucking immediately on sight i simply do not know what to tell you

(gif courtesy of @uncontainedhybrid)

reading list: 

postwar justice (and kingsley as MoM): 

The Weight of the After by PaperyInk  Castles by @pebblysand

the ravenclaw boys: 

these three brilliant fics by chaserzachsmith (crikey)  Notes from the Ravenclaw Bulletin Board by lost_robin

grimmauld place:

haunted house by @bronzeagepizzeria Grimmauld Place: Azkaban by a Different Name by @artemisia-black

beasts and beings:

this meta by @myrskytuuli on harry potter as colonial fantasy 

on the politics of childhood in 20c european politics, especially post-war (not hp fanfiction but historical non-fiction lmao): 

the lost children and kidnapped souls, both by tara zahra 

songs from the playlist for this chapter:

la jeune fille en feu by para one and arthur simonini | i horó 's na hug òro eile by duncan chisholm | blue ridge mountains by fleet foxes | lull by vraell and rosie h sullivan | if we make it through december by phoebe bridgers | please, please, please let me get what i want by the smiths | wading in waist-high water (solstice version) by fleet foxes | feels like a dream by alice boman and perfume genius

and a sneak peek of chapter 9 because now we're at grimmauld and you know what that means... 🐕‍🦺🐾

‘Wow. What a shithole.’ ‘Fred!’ ‘Don’t lie, Mum, you think it’s a shithole, too, I can see it on your face.’  ‘Well, yes, but don’t be rude, this is someone’s house.' ‘Be as rude as you like,’ says a bored voice. They all jump, turn to see a man standing at the foot of the stairs: tall, gaunt, long hair like curtains framing a ten-thousand galleon face. ‘I assure you,’ says Sirius Black, ‘this house is an insult to shitholes everywhere.’

#beasts #author's note #AN #yes the author's note is as long as the chapter #did someone say... padfoot #hinny #ginny weasley #sirius black #michael corner #meta #ministry of magic #wizarding politics #post-DH #dean thomas #deamus

[canirove]

Meu Amor | Chapter 20

Author's note: And we've made it to the end ☹️ Thank you very much to everyone who has read and supported this story, it means a lot! 💜 I promise there is more Rúben coming, it's in the works 😉

Previous chapter

Masterlist

A couple of weeks after the meeting with my boss, we got news from Rúben’s lawyers. Hugo was indeed the one who sold the photos to the Daily Mail, though the fact that he hadn’t showed up at the office since the article was published, already said it all. At first he said he was sick and he was given the benefit of the doubt, but after a month…  The lawyers suggested that we could sue him for everything he did, for sharing private photos and information. But we didn’t. “He isn’t worth it” I told Rúben.

Hugo ended up being fired from Sky, and he was warned by our lawyers that, if he tried to do anything against us again, via social media or in person, this time we would go after him and he could even end up in jail.

At work things didn’t change now that everyone knew about me and Rúben. At the stadiums, no one said anything to me, not the fans or my co-workers. At the office, some girls kept telling me how lucky I was, and the day Rúben actually came to pick me up, it was a bit chaotic. He spent half an hour taking photos with everyone and signing autographs, but he handled it all graciously, being super nice with everyone while I just stayed next to him, awkwardly smiling at everyone and not knowing what to do with myself.

Taylor discovered that she actually loved being a mum, and she is thinking about extending her maternity leave and take a break from work. “I know that if I do it,” she said one day “I’ll be leaving it all on the best hands. Yours.”

And Rúben and I? We are better than ever, the whole world knowing that we are together not affecting us in any shape or form. We keep doing the same, going to the same places, enjoying the same things. And each day, I feel like I’m falling more in love with him. With that handsome guy who got into our set before a live, and who I didn’t recognized when I first met him. The same guy who is about to win the Premier League. Again.

This year things have been as tight as the previous one, the winner being decided on the last game of the season. And yet again, my bosses have allowed me to be the one reporting from Manchester.

“Should we start worrying about you maybe ending up supporting City instead of United?” Mark asks me while we get everything ready. “You are spending more time here than at Old Trafford. And you want them to win.”

“That will never happen. I only want City to win because that means Rúben wins. I support one of their players, not the team or the club.”

“Dinners with the team must be interesting” he laughs.

“We aren’t allowed to talk about football. And they know that if we did, it would be pointless. I would win all the arguments just by mentioning our trophies room.”

“Touché.”

The game is a chill one, City easily winning it. After they receive the trophy and most interviews are done, is time to say goodbye and until the next season to everyone watching us at home. While I’m doing my little speech, one of the main commentators interrupts me.

"I’m sorry, but I think you better wrap it up. Looks like someone is waiting for you to join the celebrations."

“Me?” I ask.

"Behind you."

And when I turn around... Rúben. He is looking all innocent with his arms behind his back, a big smile on his face. The smile of someone who just won another Premier League, and of someone who knows that he is embarrassing his girlfriend in front of the whole country, and probably part of Europe, Asia and America too.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt" he says, giving me his most charming smile and making me blush. Will this ever stop happening? I don’t think so.

"He is not interrupting!” one of the commentators says. “What if we have a quick post-match interview? Give him one of your headphones.”

"They want to talk with you" I whisper.

"Ok" he says, picking the headphone I'm offering him.

"Thank you very much for talking to us, Rúben” the commentator says when they are done with the interview. “And congratulations.”

"Thank you" he says. "May I take her with me now?"

"She's all yours. Enjoy, guys."

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"I can't believe that just happened" I say to Rúben while we walk around the pitch, his hand around my waist.

"You work with really nice people.”

"Nice" I snort. "They ambushed me. With your help. And all of it happened on live tv, for the whole world to see."

"The whole world already knows we are together."

"I know. But my boss told me that they liked that I was able to keep it all professional, not mixing my job with my personal life. And I just did that."

"They aren't going to fire you for this. You had basically already finished working for the season, and you got them an extra interview with Manchester City's captain. So relax and enjoy the rest of the day" he says, kissing my head.

"That's easier said than done" I pout. A minute later, I hear my phone ping.

"Who is it?" Rúben asks.

"My boss."

"Is she firing you?" he says, teasing me.

"Idiot" I say, trying to push him with my hip but only managing to make him laugh and hurting myself a bit. "She says: stop freaking out and enjoy today and your holidays. You deserve it. See you during the pre-season."

"She knows you well.”

“She does” I sigh.

“But see? Nothing to worry about. Or almost nothing" he says, stopping and grabbing my waist with both hands, making me look at him. "Jack is coming towards us."

"Can we run away?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Then what do we do?"

"For now, I'm gonna kiss you. Maybe that will make him go bother someone else."

"And if he doesn't leave us alone?" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Then I'll keep kissing you and ignoring him until he leaves."

"Sounds like a great plan.”

"I know” he says, pulling me closer to him with those big arms of his I will never get tired of. “I love you, meu amor.”

"I love you too" I say, kissing him, finally letting go of all my worries and insecurities, not caring about the fact that I'm in the middle of the Etihad, fans and cameras surrounding me, while kissing the man I love. It's just us. Just me and Rúben.

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#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias x reader #football fanfic #football imagine

[muckety-mucks-i-s-goin-delux]

Ok buckle up cos I'm about to tell you why 92sies Santa Fe hits HARDER than Livesies and Uksies

Not to say that JeJor's Santa Fe doesn't hit hard, it does but for different reasons

First of all, in Livesies we have a Santa Fe (prologue) so we know that it's something Jack dreams of and wants to go there because he's feeling suffocated in New York. And I kind of always read that as a companion song to Carrying the Banner because that one puts Jack in the position of a leader right off the bat. He's feeling responsible for the newsies or at least the ones that live in the lodging house. It also makes sense because viewing those songs together it's clear that while Jack loves the newsies he's feeling like he's got no options no future in the city. He wants a breather, where he is not responsible for others, he's not being chased and put in jail for helping and protecting others. He wants to be the one who is protected. When Crutchie asks him "You got folks there?" He bitterly says "I got no folks, nowhere" and even though he's so defensive about it deep down he wants that. He might not had parents or had abusive parents and ran away from home we don't know that's but it's interesting that even though he says he doesn't need them he still created in his head that image of loving and welcoming comunity. That's why he's so SURE saying "Folks walk up right and say, welcome home son, welcome home to Santa Fe". For me it's incredibly important that he says "son" and "home". That is clear indication that deep down he is yearning for someone to take care of him, take this incredibly heavy burden of his shoulders and let him just be.

And in Santa Fe, he's even more frustrated with not being able to protect others. He lead them to think strike was a good idea and they got hurt. Crutchie is in the Refuge. And it's all. His. Fault. And later on that's why he decides to 'betray' the others because if Jack can protect others, if there is a way to ensure they will be safe he will take it, no matter the cost. And listen Jack isn't stupid, he knows he can never go there because there is no way that a homeless kid selling papers can get himself to Santa Fe but he needs this dream, because his family is here and he needs them to be safe but at the same time he's a KID and he needs to be safe too. And if noone is going to provide for him, well then he'll make up a city made of clay where he'll be free to play, to mess around, where he will be welcome and taken care of.

And in the end he stays in New York because he feels like he doesn't need to be the ONLY one that is responsible for the newsies and is the only one protecting them because the newsies, Davey and Katherine have his back and would do everything for him as well. He's still looked up to but he has definite help now in dealing with everything. He learns to rely on other people to help him and take care of him. That Santa Fe can be people if he lets them.

Now 92sies

Now in 92sies Santa Fe is placed after Carrying the Banner and we only have few comments in between how Jack wants to go to Santa Fe. Also, so far Jack is shown as someone who's looked up to, but mainly because he sells most papers and kind of just is? He's escaped the Refuge and that made him famous but so far in the movie there is nothing to indicate that he's the leader or feel somewhat responsible for the other newsies.

What is important what Jack says in those few comments about Santa Fe that precede the song is that he's got folks there. We can see that David thinks it bullshit and frankly so did I because why would his folks be in New Mexico and he was living in NYC hawking papers? But I say it's important he talks about his parents because the following scene, at the Jacobs is absolutely heartbreaking. Seeing a happy family, that little interactions they have during supper is like a punch in a gut for Jack. That's why he starts with (what always makes my heart twist):

"So that's what they call a family. Mother, daughter, father son. Guess that everything you heard about is true.

So you ain't got any family. Well who said you needed one? Ain't you glad, nobody's waiting up for you?"

And later on he finishes with

"So that's what they call a family. Ain't you glad that you ain't that way. Ain't you glad you got a dream called Santa Fe"

92sies Jack dream is not Santa Fe (neither is Livesies!Jack rather what it represents but it's different for them. Livesies!Jack wants safety and security for himself. He might think it's a little selfish that's why instead of saying it he just makes a whole ass place) it's family. Now you might say that, well Jack had, has and will have the newsies.

Well the thing is, that Livesies!Jack does, he treats them as family and sees himself responsible for them. 92sies!Jack doesn't.

First he's shown as just another kid, the camera focuses on him more of course because he's the protagonist but other than that he isn't much talkative with other boys. At the beginning only Mush asks him "How'd you sleep Jack?" But the others just do their thing and so does Jack.

In the evening when he returns to the Lodging he exchanges greetings with Race, and they are similar in a way. They just do their things. Other newsies either returned to their families or to the Lodging much earlier so it seems and they are the two independent ones who come and go and they please.

Even as a leader I questioned why the hell he's in charge. He seems to know as much about what he's doing as the next guy and he doesn't seem that component doing it. Why not give this role to Kid Blink? Or Mush or Crutchie or Race? (Missed opportunity to make it actually historically accurate but ok) Jack is popular, yes but why? He sells most papers. He escaped the Refuge, sure. (Although if I remember correctly it's not stated explicitly why he was there? Not like Livesies!Jack who was stealing for the kids there) I might be wrong so let me know.

But he's just there. He is part of the group but does not consider newsies his family. He's constantly looking for one and he thinks Santa Fe is the answer. He says "I'm alone but I ain't lonely. For a dreamer nights the only time of day" Santa Fe is security. It's "a feelings that time can never take away".

But 92sies Jack is not so sure that's it's going to be all unicorns and rainbows when he gets there. Unlike Livesies!Jack who is convinced that's the place, or trying to convince himself and Crutchie, Bale says:

"Santa Fe, are you there? Do you swear you won't forget me? If I found you would you let me come and stay?"

Will he also fit in there? Will he find his family? Will he have what the Jacobs have? He had this perfect picture in his head. He and his family, happy and then he's brutally faced with reality, well with Davey's reality and finally see that what he thinks is a pipe dream is normal for others.

+ West Endsies

I think that Michael!Jack intentions are much like JerJors although his Santa Fe is more like a fever dream, he barely makes it up that fire escape and it's not that just he's angry or resigned it's almost as if he can see Santa Fe right there and wants it to take him in into safety but I've only seen Uksies twice and it was a hot minute so if anyone wants to add to that please do

#thats a long one #excuse the lack of well coherent sentence #i was just rambling #but yea i have a LOT of feeling about Jack Kelly #both 92sies and Livesies #newsies #92sies #west endsies #newsies uk #broadway #newsies live #newsies london #newsies the musical #jack kelly #newsies broadway #uksies #newsies 92 #christian bale #jeremy jordan #michael ahomka lindsay

[noonethatmatters2456516]

So, I think I'm over trying to find someone. Like I've thought that a lot, but part of me always just kind of assumes I'm being melodramatic.

Today however, I had a revelation.

A guy a work with (notice I didn't use the word friend) asked me if I had a hot date over the weekend. To which I flatly replied no. Hoping he would get the hint.

He did not.

He began to then ask me if I'd been swiping right enough. To which I replied: "No I've given up on that."

Which was my mistake, because he then asked the obvious question of why. Which could have been avoided if I just lied or something but I wasn't thinking.

So I explain to him how I met someone on Hinge and I thought we were hitting it off and then she unmatched me out of nowhere. So I was like ok, I guess that's it.

So he says something to the effect of, yeah but there's somebody out there for you (after making a joke about one of our other co workers having just broken up with their SO so they're available).

To which I replied "yeah and they're probably a sea of problems too."

Here's where it gets fun.

He replies "Who isn't? Look at you. Devorced. Got a kid. Almost 40. Everyone is a mess."

So naturally I go: "you're right. They can all do better. Should just do them a favor and give up now."

And I think that's the proper mentality to have. I just go from one failure to the next. Why drag some one else into that.

Especially when it's not going to work anyway.

I'm too weird to connect with people in any capacity let alone people who I would want to have sex with and would want to have sex with me in return. So then it turns into just sex.

I tell you honestly, at this point I'd rather just pay for sex.

I would rather pay for sex, be put in jail for paying for sex and die of vd from the sex I paid for then be in a relationship again. The idea itself makes me sad.

[whorror-barbie]

Disgusted (Han Yun-Jae x fem! reader)

Summary : the captain hates your guts, but he sure likes to staying in them.

Warning : very rough hate sex, Jae is a complete asshole, a creampie, slut shaming, humiliation, porn with little plot really DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, AND IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS TRIGGERS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.

A/n : yeah...I did it ok, I don't want to hear it 🤣 btw I didn't name the characters though because this is just a one shot of pure filth and probably going to be the only captain Han fic I'll do. this is spoiler free and has nothing to do with the show really...I just wanted to write about a hot space dilf. btw, I mean no disrespect to gong yoo,and this is more about the character he plays..not about him at all, but we can all agree that gong yoo is fine af though😍, anyways enjoy! :)

P.s. y'all can put me in horny jail for this 😭...

Being an engineer at the space station is great. It's been your long time dream to work here, so the fact that you got here through hard work is something that you should be proud of. most of the time you are stationed in the engineering department, but you do get an opportunity to go on space mission every now and then. For the most part, you get along with most of the crew, well except for the captain. Jae is a hard-ass and also very stubborn captain which is not a good mixture at all, though the worst part is that he does not like you at all, and you wonder why.

he claps your cheeks every chance he gets and gives you the best orgasms of your life. so, why is he like this towards you? Who knows, you're just used to it by now. There is a meeting this morning, you are going to take part in the space mission this time. As an engineer, most likely your job on this mission is to fix anything that needs to be replaced or do some maintenance work to make sure things are stable at the station on the moon. You get here pretty early and say hello to your co-worker who is an astrobiologist. as you are talking happily with her, you see captain Han walking towards the two of you with the other crew members chit-chatting behind him, you can see that neck tattoo from a mile away, trying not to roll your eyes. " Look whose coming," she says besides you. "Hello, Captain Han" with her hand wave at him. You happily greet the other crew members and they do it in return.

"Hello, you're here early," he says towards her with a warm smile until he sees you next to her. his eyes wander to your body with a blank stare, not really caring to hide that he's checking you out" oh, hello Captain " you say to him cheerfully. He just responds with a slight nod and an expression that he really doesn't give a fuck about you which stings he's only really like that towards you, everyone else he'll at least acknowledge and talk to. Better believe being on a space mission with him was so fucking difficult, you respect him for being someone to get the job done, but he's not into new ideas you suggest, he just shuts them down so fast without a second thought. If it's not his way then it's not important, we are a team damn it. All of you make your way to the meeting room. In the room, you take a seat across from him, he just stares at you with a stoic expression. you're not sure whether he wants to murder or fuck you in front of everyone right now. You just roll your eyes then look to the side of you. he notices as he scoffs, looking away to talk to the astrobiologist next to him. Great, this meeting is going to go so well.

After a while in that long ass meeting, you can use a drink, you had a slight..well big disagreement with captain Han, he's going to give you grey hairs one day if he hasn't already. " know your place" and "fix that damn attitude" echoes through your head as he embarrasses you in front everyone. "Fuck me," you say as you drink some coffee " say it loud enough, and I'm sure someone will" the doctor joked, and you laugh in response. "Are you sure that you want to do this? " She's leaning on the counter. " Of course, I'm not going to let him get to me, he's a jackass" she's laughing at your response.

the two of you stand here, talking for a little bit about various topics. Work, family, and men. Captain Han walks through the door, sees you two, I guess he's getting coffee. "Girl, I'm going to need my vibrator to take with me on the space mission this time." both of you laugh at your silly statement, captain Han is an earshot away, drinking his coffee, and looks at you with so much annoyance. "How are you going to make time for that? " She laughs "I'm pretty sure I'll find a way, I only go without dick for so many days," you say with honesty then she laughs, covering her mouth. "Is that all you ever think about? sex and men" he spat towards you, even though it was not just you talking about it, but whatever. the two of you got quiet real quick "you should be focusing on the mission" He says, getting bored with you now.

"And that stunt you pulled in the meeting? Unacceptable, I should kick you off the team." Crossing his arms, He's talking to you like he's your father, it annoys the fuck out of you "we can use a more skilled engineer on board anyways...someone with no fucking attitude too" you look at him with wide eyes. how dare he come at your skillset, you are a damn good engineer, attitude? So what? you're doing your best with how he is treating you. swallowing hard as you look into his eyes, wanting to slap him, but you had to put your pride aside " I'm sorry, captain. I didn't mean to disrespect you, please don't kick me off the mission " doing a bow, he scoffs at you. " Maybe you should reconsider a different type of a career path, you're not cut out for this," he says in a monotone "somewhere like a gentleman's club, It seems more suitable since you're really good at spreading your legs, and nothing else" He's being pretty mean, yet doing this so calmly, he's the true definition of evil "Excuse me?" You say in anger. "You heard me" while he's looking down at you literally, the doctor is cringing behind you with her cup of coffee in hand.

"Sir, kindly fuck off,I'm not afraid of you" this might cost you your job,but you continue to speak anyways "the way you do things sometimes is going to get someone hurt hell even killed.you are a stubborn old man who doesn't care about the safety of the crew, why the fuck are you even captain?" folding your arms while smiling proudly, the doctor watches like this is some kind of soap opera. he's fuming at your disobedience, but remains calm still " at the end of the day, I'm in charge, I don't need your input on anything. so, just keep your whore mouth shut, and do as I say "he retorts, the doctor covering her mouth, she cannot believe he's talking to you like that "ladies get back to work," he said and continues " meet me in my office in 40 minutes, I think you might need an attitude adjustment" he does not even have the respect to look at you then he walks off. You know what that means. "I'm sorry that he's being such a jerk to you, what's his deal anyways?" You shrug " you get used to it after a while" she pats your shoulder "if you need anything, I'm here for you," she says sincerely with a smile. You nodded with a sad smile on your face. "Thank you" both of you finally leave the room, heading back to your department.

It's been 40 minutes now, and You finally make it to his office, It's a pretty far walk. Knocking on the door, Captain Hans opens it immediately. Barely making it in the room, he's already all over you. groping your body hungrily as he starts to suck on your neck giving you hickeys with you pushed up against the wall. This is a weird dynamic, though you do find him very attractive, so you are willing to sleep with him occasionally. "lay on your back for me" he ordered, and you do just that without any hesitation. Getting on his desk with your skirt bunched up on your hips,legs spread wide, waiting. He fumbles with his belt then unzips his pants. The anticipation is killing you, getting so wet through your panties. His big, hard cock springs out which you couldn't help, but stare at it. He pulls your panties to the side and starts to put the head of his cock slowly inside of you raw this time. He sighs with satisfaction as he's putting the rest of himself in you, grabbing on your thighs for support.

"oh fuck" you moan at the sudden intrusion, rubbing your clit to ease the pain as you are looking down at his pelvic colliding into you. He's pacing slowly while looking at you through lazy eyes. He loves how you fit perfectly around him,so out of nowhere he starts to pick up the pace, you moan loudly in response. He covers your mouth with his hand, he's glaring at you like he has murderous intent. In return, giving him doe eyes which makes him go faster, he's taking all his frustration out on your poor pussy. He eventually takes his hand off your mouth to hold on to your hips as he is brutally fucking into you now. Watching himself going in and out of your cunt is a sight to behold. "Mhmm" he grunts then throws his head back with his eye closed shut, his face contorted in pleasure, trying not to bust so fast. " Oh yes, captain just like that" you feel yourself cumming around his cock, trying to hold your own loud moans in. it didn't slow him down even though you are squeezing on him for dear life. He's so focused on your greedy walls engulfing him, he's not caring about getting you off really, he still hates you. "ah, fuck" he says looking back down to taking in the sight of where you two are connected "it's a good thing you have an amazing pussy and a mouth to go along with it or you would have been gone a long time ago" he stilling inside of you, then squeeze on him in response, you feel yourself getting wetter at his blunt statement. God, why does he have to be so good-looking, yet such an asshole? "Lay on your stomach" he pulls out.

On your stomach awaiting your pounding, he strokes himself while looking at your body. Grabs your hip in one hand and strokes his dick in the other then feeling how wet you are with his tip running through the folds of your cunt. both of you sigh at the same time, he's feeling for your entrance then shoves his cock all the way in. " Oh fuck, captain" his stoic expression turns into a smile without you knowing.he likes that you call him captain during these sessions. You brace yourself because he tends to be rough in this position and he did not disappoint, he's starting out strong. hearing skin slapping loudly as your ass is moving up and down against him, creating waves through it out. He grabs your ass to hold you in place,so he can see his big cock stabbing in and out of your pussy slowly yet violently, making you hit the wooden desk painfully with every thrust. you hear his grunts of approval from behind as he goes back to brutal speed. You are moaning like a pornstar, he's being so mean to your pussy. he's spanking you so hard "what a nice ass" he grunts to himself quietly as He makes you bend one of your legs on the desk, then proceeds to grabs your shoulders which causes him to go deeper, hitting it in a new angle. "So big, so deep...oh it's too much..I-I-" you are melting. holding on to the edge of the desk. You feel him in your stomach.

"where's that bitchy attitude of yours now?" Which causes you to moan pathetically, it's a good thing he's giving you great dick or you would say something smart right now. Han is spanking one of your ass cheeks red as he is continuing to abuse your g spot. you are trying to keep up with him, but your brain feels like mush under him, so he's definitely winning this battle.

The door was opening to his office, it was the astrobiologist, she see what's going on and she's shocked. frozen in place but you don't notice her. Your eyes are closed, too focused on his cock brutally punishing your walls. However ,Captain Han sees her, yet still continues to plow you anyways. not giving a single fuck, he's trying to find his release, no one was going to stop that."ah, yes" he grunts from your pussy tightening up as you're cum around him again. The door closes loudly and you open your eyes. Uh oh! You wanted to panic, though you don't care enough to. feeling the euphoria after cumming again was heaven and you feel your body getting weaker. Han is starting to slow down a little bit " I'm going to cum inside of you, so I hope you're on birth control or you might have to take a plan b after work " he still moving slowly inside of you to continue "this cunt feels too good" he whispers in the shell of your ear which gives you chills up and down your spine, thank goodness you are on the pill though. your pussy is miking him so well. "ah, fuck just like that" he grunts as he picks up the pace holding on to your hips " oh Han yes, fill up my pussy" you say desperately through a moan. that took him over the edge. all of a sudden, you feel him paint your walls as he's deep grunting uncontrollably above you. He pumps himself a few times inside of you then pulls out, giving your ass a good smack.

He's breathing heavily as he's putting his soft cock back in his pants, seeing his cum leaking from your pussy. he's secretly enjoying the view of this. You are also catching your breath. straighten yourself out,making sure you didn't look like you just got fucked. though You're worried the cum is going to leak when you walk out here, your thighs could hold it, but you're going to have to go straight to the restroom still. " I should get going," you say as he's pulling out a cigarette from a pack, putting it in between his lips "okay " he simply says, looking at you with lazy eyes. He helps you up from the desk which you realize how sore you are from all of that, he's just staring you down with a stoic expression and it's fucking awkward. He has to admit it, you are a very pretty lady, he still hates you though "see you, captain Han, sir. "Bowing, he responded with a nod "just be ready for the mission tomorrow" is all he said then you leave the office. As you open the door you bump into the astrobiologist " oh sorry" and she smiles " it's fine" then you proceed to walk away to go back to the engineering department. You hope that it wasn't her that walked in on you both fucking. Oh well, It is what it is now.

The end:)

#gong yoo #the silent sea smut #the silent sea fanfic #Han Yun-Jae #Han Yun-Jae x reader #Han Yoon-Jae #Han Yoon-Jae x reader

[pufflocks]

Hello again Zen! First I just wanna say that you don’t need to apologize about what happened to the other fic. If you ever feel like you wanna reattempt it, just tell me and I’ll send it again. This request is also smut like the last one and I hope that’s ok!

So Bakugou, known by the public as the pro hero Dynamight, has been having it tough at work the past 2 weeks. He knew that technically it was partly his fault. You see, Bakugou is in a secret relationship with one of Japan’s most mischievous villains. Y/n L/n. (Male Reader) Y/n was in reality not necessarily a villain. He was seen as one, but he had never actually killed anybody. He was more the type to steal, start some fights/trouble and occasionally blow up some place. He was more mischievous than evil. Though Bakugou knew that Y/n wasn’t as bad as everyone thought, and he knew that Y/n did love him. He just had a bit of history.. With that being said: Bakugou had been having it rough lately because his secret boyfriend had been at it like crazy. He also knew that Y/n was intentionally making things difficult for him. So when he was on his patrol and got an emergency signal about trouble just a few blocks away, boy was he ready to hunt Y/n down! Once he saw him he immediately chased him into an alleyway. Y/n had escaped and ran into an abandoned apartment. He thought he was safe. But when he turned around, he wasn’t so lucky. Shit.. Bakugou was ready to completely ravage and take out all of his frustrations on Y/n, as he had him trapped with nowhere to run.

This one could be considered Revenge/Angry S*x. It’s not non-con since Y/n clearly knew what he was in for, and Bakugou wouldn’t do anything incase Y/n seriously stopped him. The request was kinda long, sorry about that lol. If you don’t feel like writing it then it’s fine, and if you’d like to switch some things up then feel free to do so! Also, don’t feel rushed and take your time. Have a nice day/night! :>

Summary: I'm not a dark blogger, but this req is honestly too amazing. I will change some things as to not make it exactly dark though— And thank you for being patient with me and the recent incident. 💛

Warnings: NFSW • proof read • Aged up • mild angst{?}

Cast: Villian!M!Reader x Pro hero!Bakugou

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Y/N L/N. A name that was a hassle to spit out. Your name was spoke like a horrid sickness spreading west to east. All you were was some mildly lowlife starting cat fights on the streets of Japan. It usually happens at night, and that's also when you strike 24 hour open corner stores. Quite fun to be honest. Your skill being up to par of a spy since your original outing clothing you were seen with was mostly black. Your hair was dyed a certain way after a long past incident though, kinda making you stick out overall you camflouged into the night.

Your pro hero, hot headed, stress filled, boyfriend however, was gold spoon in it's prime. A pro hero who was rich with fame. Oh god he had it all in your eyes. You sometimes cried with tears of joyfulness just at the mere slick thought you were dating him. Not no female who just as good looking, like Creati. No, none of that. It's not like he would change that spite his efforts of frustration with your recent activities these part two years.

The streets are terrific to you for these two years though. Everything is nearly breakable and easily fixed with community money. You would think it was community money atleast. All is good since you made sure to leave your mark with explosives.

Hence your love and passion for your lover, you would smuggle cheap fireworks and set them off at random areas of the late hours. The most recent one being pulled off near a school and and anyone could imagine how the headlines went. The news was erratic with wow and terror of where the explosion even came from, who set it off. Little did they obviously not know —

It was pro hero, Katsuki Bakugous boyfriend.

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On to other things. Bakugou was in a meeting. Apparently he was being caught up with some warning of a manic villain roaming the streets and city alone.

"So what ?" The room was silent as all eyes transferred front to the back where he sat. Eye bags slightly visible of how stressed he really was after the news confirmed he was.

A co-worker of his, Kirishima raised his hand in apparent anxiousness. "Um", he coughed into his fist before speaking again. "Well, Bakubro he has been going at it for nearly 2 years. No one even know what he looks like, hell man." Starting to get his voice back he finally said, "We probably don't even know if he is a he !" The rooms tension was held up to a few more minutes before Bakugou just got up and walked out.

Another co-worker of his, Mina sparked up and said, "Where are you going !" Her words fell on deaf ears as he was already gone.

Heavy weighted footsteps of his boots were heard along the agency's hallways as people made sure to step out of his way. Grabbing his stuff most important for his next move being his car keys. His brain hurt of how fucking frustrating it is to be held back from work because of his delinquent boyfriend wants to treat the world as a damn playground. He couldn't take it! The stress and anxiety he kept for 2 years was just high enough for him to fuck one out. And he might just.

Just because those assholes didn't know where to find you, doesn't mean he can't. You were always close to a rundown apartment in an alleyway doctoring up a new firework of your own or anything remotely for distruction.

And there you were. In a damn corner completely unaware of the 6 foot presence behind you. Horny and exhausted was a nasty mix for anyone and Bakugou is a worse case as he grabbed you by your arm turning you around.

Alert entered your mind as you nearly, by a measly hair burnt him with a match you had. Why was here was all you could ask yourself, feeling his dramatic hot pants near your neck.

"Why-" No time for speaking when he was highly eager to ravage your ass. You knew how he was from time time since you've met him and because of this you have gotten the worst and the best of him. Sex and life alone was hot and dangerous between the both of you.

His lips marked yours up with a grunt of his own making it seem as if he was feasting on your chapped ones. The dryness making it sting sweetly only adding to the arousal you now felt for yourself. Kissing him. Him not taking his time as he will easily swallow his food without chewing.

"I'm fucking pissed." He snapped. This version of him was the only version you couldn't take. No type of convincing could make an outsider believe your actions to one another was not non consensual. His slightly bigger form compared to your own was trifling as it was pressed up to your chest.

After minutes of searching eachothers mouths with fever and rush he finally stripped himself from his pants. You caught a rare glimpse of how hard he really was. Now this was irritating you at this point. You were no sore loser, but if someone ever took something from you like candy it would easily be endgame.

"Stop fucking pouting. I just got out of a meeting early", he adjusted his position a bit. "To fuck your meddling ass." He closed the space between you two as his cologne and natural scenticked your senses. A shiver went down your spine like a fresh cold drop of sweat as you backed away into the corner. He followed that and smirked. You couldn't be serious.

"Turn around. I wanna see it." He huffed, impatiently. You obviously did what you were told. No time in making him even more pissed. He admired your obedience when it came to your relationship. Only if you could follow that up in turning yourself in. Sadly you were too prideful, probably why you both have an odd ball bond with eachother.

Like lightning your pants were down just like his as he slapped your ass with a strikingly heavy hand. Watching your arse slightly move was guilty enjoyment of his own.

"Ah !" You covered your mouth quickly in fear of his scolding. Number 1 rule of him when frustrated was that on all accounts. Don't. Fucking. Make. A. Peep. That reminder did not fail to make you turn back with pleading eyes with him looking back at you with pliant disbelief.

"Yer' really trying to fuckin' test me, yeah ?" He asked. Not loud how he usually is, but a lower octave with a nonchalant expression. He was tired. Tired of your prideful denial of going to jail. Tired of these late damn meetings at the agency. Tired of his parents calling him because he was doing this to himself. He was fucking exhausted of it all. His top tier was you especially.

☆

That's completely fine though. He can sex all of this out on his handsome villain boyfriend.

Y/N fucking L/N.

I hope this is fine, again I'm not a dark blog so if I wrote this along with the req it would get a bit dark. { I love dark blogs so it would be a whole series 💀. }

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[babymetaldoll]

Nemesis (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Requested: Can I request a Spencer x reader where they’re dating and she’s always been quiet about her past but then a case comes up in her hometown and her whole past gets uncovered and it’s pretty bad. That’s when they realize why she had been acting like that.

Summary: A case takes the team back to Seattle, (Y/N)’s hometown, only to discover her past was darker than they had ever imagined. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader 

Warnings: This one is dark. Angst, bloody crime details, Criminal Mind usual content, fluff at the end ‘cos I can’t help it. Also, cursing but that’s just how I roll. 

Word count: 2,7K 

Masterlist

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It was obvious there was something wrong with (Y/N). Spencer could see it clearly, though she kept telling him everything was ok. It was easy to read her after working together for five years and dating the last two.

Reid knew he shouldn’t profiler his girlfriend, but he couldn’t help it when he saw the painful expression on her face. She tried to smile when she noticed he was looking at her, but that just made it worse ‘cos now he was sure there was something awfully wrong with her. 

She wasn’t like that when they woke up. She had spent the night over in his apartment, and she looked happy. She made hotcakes for breakfast, and they laughed the whole way to Quantico, talking about the movie they had seen the night before. 

But everything changed the second they received the information of the serial killer they had to catch. 

-

When Garcia presented the case, Spencer noticed how his girlfriend’s face turned white. She didn’t even look at the pictures of the crime scenes. (Y/N) fixed her eyes on her notebook on the table and crossed her arms on her chest. She didn’t speak during the briefing, just bite her lips and the inside of her cheeks the whole time.

- “Today, my dear furry friends, you will be flying to (Y/N) ’s hometown, rainy Seattle, for a case that will give me nightmares for the rest week, so I refuse to look at the screen”

(Y/N) held her breath and stayed as still as possible on her chair. 

- “The unsub is targeting couples in their late thirties. He stabs them to death in their bed, places the bodies as if they were asleep, and forces the kids to lay between them. Then, he locks them in the house until they manage to escape”.

Hotch sighed and looked at the team. Family-related cases always were the hardest for him and J.J. Especially when there were kids involved. 

- “The police department asked for our help because they think it might be related to four unsolved murders that took place in Seattle back in the nineties”-

Garcia finished. Hotch stood up and announced, “wheels up in twenty”, and everybody left the room. Everybody but (Y/N), who couldn’t move. 

- “Hey… are you ok?”- Spencer stood in front of her chair and held her hands. She just nodded and tried her best to smile. 

- “I’m just tired, honey, that’s all. It’s been a long week”. 

- “You can tell me if there’s anything wrong, buttercup, you know that”- she tried to smile and stood up. Spencer cupped her face with both hands and kissed her lips sweetly. 

(Y/N) held her breath for a few seconds, making her best not to cry. When he looked at her, she cut him a small smile, trying to show him everything was ok. 

Of course, it was not. 

Neither Spencer nor anyone in the BAU knew (Y/N) ’s secret. She didn’t want to share it with anyone ‘cos it meant everybody would pity her, and she couldn’t handle that. She couldn’t deal with people looking at her like she was a victim. She hated it when it happened back in her hometown, and she knew she couldn’t handle it if their BAU family looked at her like that.

That case hurt her deeper than she could ever explain, and she wasn’t sure she could keep the secret that was killing her alive for much longer. 

-

During the trip, she barely looked at the files. Spencer sat next to her, trying to comfort her. He knew she wouldn’t tell him what was happening, but he wanted to be by her side. He wanted her to know he was there for her, no matter what. 

(Y/N) knew that, but of all people, he was the last one she wanted to share her secret with. She was too embarrassed and too scared he could run away. She was also too damaged, and she had, somehow, managed to cover her wounds for all those years. 

But now, everything was collapsing, and she knew it could only get worse from there. 

- “Morgan, you and Reid talk with the forensic. We need every detail on the killer’s M.O.”- Hotch said as soon as they landed in Seattle- “(Y/N), you and Prentiss talk with the family of the latest victims. JJ, Rossi, we will speak with the police chief and see the previous investigation files”. 

(Y/N)’ s heart stopped for a second. She held her folder fight and nodded, making her best not to show her whole body started shaking. 

Spencer could read it, (Y/N) was hiding something, and it wasn’t something good. He leaned in and kissed her temple and held her hand tight. 

- “Do you want me to go with you? I can ask Hotch…” 

- “No, honey”- she whispered, shaking her head- “I’m ok”

- “Sure”- she nodded and pecked his lips- “I’ll see you back at the police station, ok?”

-

Prentiss was doing all the talking. (Y/N) could barely breathe in that interview. A thirteen years old little girl sat on a couch, nearly crying, holding her grandmother’s hand tight, as if her life depended on it. 

-” I know this is hard, and you are doing great, Kristy. I need you to close your eyes and tell me, what do you remember of that night”. 

Without even notice, (Y/N) did the same. 

- “Mom and dad stayed up after I went to bed. I heard them talking in the kitchen when I went to the bathroom” 

- “What time was it?”- Prentiss whispered 

- “Eleven… eleven-thirty”

- “And do you remember anything odd? anything that didn’t look right?”- Kristy stayed in silence. You could tell she was doing her best to remember. 

- “The neighbor’s dog was barking“

- “Ok, good”- Prentiss praised- “You are doing great, anything else? A smell, a noise?” 

- “I heard something in the closet in the hall, like… like someone was chuckling, so I got scared and ran back to my room”- Kristy was agitated, and tears started falling down her cheeks. (Y/N) held her hands and looked at her, whispering. 

- “You had heard that chuckle before, hadn’t you?”- and the girl nodded. 

- “But your parents told you you were too old to believe in the boogie man, right?”- (Y/N) continued, fighting her own tears.

- “(Y/N)?”- Prentiss was confused

- “It’s not your fault-” (Y/N) whispered and wrapped her arms around the girl, who now started sobbing- “You have to understand it’s not your fault. He wanted you to be scared”. 

- “(Y/N), what are you talking about?”- Prentiss asked her but still didn’t get any answer. 

- “Kristy, this is important. Do you remember if a stranger had been in your house in the last week?”- but the girl just shook her head- “He may have said his car broke down, or he was lost” 

- “A man came last Wednesday”- the girl whispered, still crying- “He said he needed help with his car… dad borrowed him some tools and helped him change his tire”

(Y/N) nodded and looked at Prentiss. 

- “That’s the guy” 

- “How do you know?”- Emily was confused. Not only because tears kept falling from (Y/N) ’s eyes, but because of her deduction. 

- “Believe me, that’s the guy. I’m gonna call Hotch”. 

- “(Y/N)! Wait!”- Prentiss ran after her friend and followed her back to the SUV- “What the hell happened back there?”

- “What do you mean?”- the young agent tried to act as if nothing had happened. Which was impossible, but still, she gave it a shot. 

- “You knew something about this case! You knew the girl had heard the unsub before, how?”

(Y/N) stayed still and just looked at her friend, took a deep breath, and lied. 

- “We studied this case back in the academy. Some of the kids said they had heard a chuckling the days before the murder”

Prentiss frowned. She had read that case over and over again, and she knew that information wasn’t in any file. But it was apparent (Y/N) didn’t want to talk about it. 

-

Against all odds, (Y/N) managed to go through the day, keeping herself as calm as possible. After talking with Kristy, she and Prentiss reached the police station. Spencer was waiting for her with a hot cup of her favorite coffee. Just what she needed. He held her hand and kissed it as they walked to the rest of the team. 

- “How are you feeling, buttercup?”

- “I’m tired...”- she sighed and looked into his chocolate eyes. They were filled with love for her. The kind of love that made her feel no matter what, everything was going to be ok.  

- “When we are back home, I’ll run you a bubble bath. Would you like that?”

- “I would love that, honey” 

-

They delivered a profile, which confirmed it was the same killer as in the nineties. A white man. Now in his late fifties. His parents had committed suicide when he was thirteen. He was left alone with the corpses for three days until a neighbor contacted the police because of the smell. As he grew up, his trauma led him to kill couples around his parents’ age, with a single kid the same age as he was when he died. 

- “Hey baby girl, I need you to help me find this unsub”- Morgan called Garcia as the whole team gathered around the board. It was late, and they were all tired, but they didn’t want to give the unsub the chance to kill again. 

- “I need you to run me a list of all the prisoners in the area who were released a month ago, that’s when the crimes started”

- “You are gonna have to give me something else, chocolate thunder. Do you have any kind of idea how many people are released weekly from jail?”

- “Ten thousand”- Spencer answered and kept his eyes stuck at the board- “Garcia, he is around fifty, white, and had been in jail approximately thirteen or fourteen years”. 

(Y/N)’ s heart was beating so fast inside her chest she thought anyone could hear it. Her legs were shaking, her eyes were watering up. But she had to keep herself together. She had to, for the team. For herself. For this case. For the victims.

- “Still too many”- Garcia said 

- “Can you see if any of them had a red truck?”- (Y/N) asked, and the whole team turned to her, confused 

- “Why a red truck?”- Hotch asked her, confused 

- “It was a theory we analyzed at the academy”- she lied again. 

- “Bingo! Sam Paterson, 53 years old, was released five weeks ago. I’m sending you his last known address right now”. 

-

- “(Y/N), I just read all the files about this case, including the cases from ’98, and they never mentioned a red truck”- Spencer asked his girlfriend. They were in the SUV, and Morgan was driving. Reid turned to the backseat to look at her, but she kept her eyes in the window. 

- “I don’t know why it wasn’t there. Maybe they dismissed part of the evidence”

Reid was afraid to ask again, so he just nodded and turned to Morgan. 

- “How long until we get there?” 

- "Two minutes. I can’t wait to catch this bastard”. 

-

The unsub was hidden in a barn at the back of his property. He had all the trophies he kept from the crime scenes: a toy from each kid’s bedroom. 

They surrounded him quickly, but he kept pointing a gun against the team. He knew he was fucked, but he wasn’t going to surrender. 

- “You are done, Sam”- Morgan tried to talk to him, but the unsub just looked at the agents around him and laughed. 

- “I was sure you were going to be the one to get me”- he said and looked at (Y/N)- “You haven’t changed a thing”

- “Shut up!”- (Y/N) muttered and bit her lips, trying her best not to cry. She didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing her crumble. 

- (”Y/N) James, sorry, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), you use your mother’s last name now”

- “Shut up!”- the gent spit those words holding her gun tight. She could shoot him. She wanted to shoot him. But she wasn’t a monster like him. She had to keep telling herself that over and over again to keep her from pulling the trigger.

The whole team looked at her in shock. James. The James was the last couple the unsub killed in ’98. Their thirteen-year-old daughter was left with their bodies for a whole day locked in the house before she managed to escape.

- “(Y/N)?”- Spencer didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t believe it. 

- “I always knew you were special, (Y/N)”- Sam smiled- “You were the only one who heard me. Too bad mommy and daddy laughed at you when you told them someone was walking around the house at night”

- “You are sick”- it was a miracle that (Y/N) wasn’t crying. The anger that filled her body was too powerful, and it fueled her with revenge. 

- “Maybe I am sick, but I’m also the one who knows you better than anyone”- he made a pause and looked around at the rest of the team- “Oh! They didn’t know! Why didn’t you tell them? Want me to give them the short version of the fact?”

- “You don’t know anything about me!” 

- “That’s where you are wrong. I know a lot about you, (Y/N). I hunted you and your parents for weeks. Remember that little cat that used to play in your backyard? Garfield, that’s how you called him, right?”

- “Shut up!”- (Y/N) was having serious trouble stopping herself from pulling that trigger. She wanted to kill him and avenge her parents. They didn’t deserve to die just because a sick bastard decided to kill them. 

- “I always wanted to ask you, how did you feel when you laid there with them? After I killed your parents, how did you feel? ‘cos when I laid with mine, I just felt such peace… Did you feel peace too? (Y/N)? did you?” 

A single gunshot was the end of Sam. Spencer put his gun down after killing him and looked at his girlfriend. She was shaking. He didn’t say a word. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her tight, just to hear her burst into tears. Tears she had been holding for years. 

- “I’m here, I’m here with you”- he whispered as he kept kissing her cheeks- “You are safe, I’ve got you, (Y/N)”

- “He… he…”- she tried to speak, but she couldn’t. Spencer held her closer, tighter, and kissed any part of her he could. Her shoulder, her head, her cheek, her hair, her temple. 

- “He’s dead, (Y/N). He is never going to hurt you again”

(Y/N) couldn’t move. She just kneeled on the floor, a few feet away from the corpse of the man that had killed her parents. Spencer held her in his arms and carried her outside. 

- “You are safe”- Reid kept repeating, and she just nodded as he sat her in the back of an ambulance

- “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you, (Y/N). Did you know that?”- Reid ran his thumbs across her cheeks, wiping off the tears that kept falling from her eyes. 

- “I will protect you, forever”

(Y/N) looked at him and quivered her chin again. She knew he meant it, and a small part of her felt relieved he knew everything now. Even the dark part she had managed to hide for years from everybody.

- “I love you so much (Y/N), and I am so proud of you. You overcame a situation that most people would never get over, and you became an amazing woman. The amazing woman I love” 

- “Thank you”- (Y/N) whispered and sobbed- “I just didn’t want to tell anyone so they wouldn’t pity me”- she said and hugged Spencer tight again, hiding her face on his chest

- “No! listen to me. I am proud of you, that’s how I feel about you, ok?”- he looked at her and kissed her cheeks sweetly- “I love you (Y/N)”

- “I love you too, Spencer. Thank you for being here”

- “Always”

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[petalsmooth]

Ok.

Let’s talk Lili.

First off we only know what stars put out about themselves or other people say about them. We are not friends with these people. We are not in their homes. We don’t usually hear what they say in unguarded conversation. What we know is what is out on social media with some highly distorted soundbites from chats or DM’s with her mother that were exposed.

We were initially presented a portrait pushed by her and her family no less of a middle class family with the standard girl next door hit it big narrative. Down to earth, relatable, somewhat quirky. Strong two parent supportive household. All that was missing were the apron and pearls.

This girl came out of the gates talking about a modernized Riverdale with two girls who would be actually close and not vying for the same redhead. Feel free to add/or correct along the way of course...especially early on when not following as closely.

We got very little in the way of insight into Cole and Lili because they were trying to keep it quiet even if there were hints together. Mostly during this period what fans were fed was that she was slightly awkward socially, maybe not the most intellectual but nice and harmless. She spoke of empowering women, independence, she constantly shut down the idea of Barchie and praised Bughead. Along through the year’s she would speak to social bullying or bullying in general. She would openly talk about struggles with mental health. She’d talk and show her cystic acne and share photos not all airbrushed in ode to body positivity. She’d talk about not having an hourglass figure, and cellulite and often go out in ratty shorts and a bun sans makeup. You see she’d talk about it then follow through by showing lived the walk or calling out photoshops done of her.

Again this is “relatable girl next door quirky Lili” we told was the REAL Lili.

She would frequently talk and post about her family and dogs at home and how much she loved and missed them...though oddly not so much her older sister.

At a certain point it became undeniable Cole and Lili were together to even the hardest deniers. Of course also the Met gala eventually made official for media.

We get have her liking posts such as Miley’s about how lucky she was to have a man who checked off all the boxes. But at times there were glimpses all wasn’t kosher. People have mentioned various cons where she’d be caught flirting somewhere else, or she’d be in a bad mood giving Cole a cold shoulder. We recently saw an old video of them walking and her basically demanding he drop the fans and attend her. We have the con were Camilla is sexually harassing Cole everywhere and Lili doesn’t shut it down until Camilla tries to grind on him. It was so bad even Mads intervened. We have the interview where she is talking over him or rolling her eyes and basically being the unprofessional brat her fans claim she is not. Even though it’s ON CAMERA. Snapping at your co worker/boyfriend and rolling your eyes during a professional interview is not deniable.

Flashforward to the trip to Italy because for me there was always something off about that. That trip was obviously planned far in advance. Clearly Lili was supposed to be there. Her fans quickly blamed Cole because Lili was working. Lili didn’t have to work. It wasn’t a career changing move to do that film. It did not do well. I’m not entirely sure what was happening around that time but I have the sense Cole was disappointed/a  little angry she prioritized it over him accepting very likely the offer AFTER the trip was planned.

Lili spirals during this time. Cole comes back to clean up mess. They are quiet on social media for a long time then slowly emerge again and eventually get the photo booth shots, the wedding and her mingling with NY friends for once. Turns out close to the end for them.

I don’t want to make this a Sprousehart post though although some relevance to bring part of it up. The point is Lili put her career over her relationship. It was a calculated decision. It was also the wrong decision. Her fans talk about her being this warm giving person but that was a cynical call and a pretty lousy thing to do to your boyfriend of several year’s. I’m all for supportive partners but there are time’s where you make sacrifices if you really care for someone and this was a special trip planned long in advance. She blew it off. If I’m the partner she does this too, I question why I’m putting in the effort if it doesn’t mean to them what it means to me. 

TBH I think the bad choices she made there is why tried to make it up by meeting with his friends, the wedding etc...

Something than clearly happened because by January they were done. Not sure we’ll ever know but it looked like they were trying to fix things given the happiness hadn’t seen on Cole’s faces in a long time in those booth pics and then...it was done. We didn’t know at the time, but this is timeline Cole gave. There was a brief attempt at reconciliation where she babysits him at a photo shoot and posts a photo of them in bed and then shortly after...Cole calls it off. 

He heads to LA, she follows him there but not without making sure to shove Casey’s face into her chest to post and rent a place close to where he is staying. She posts weepy messages about the world ending etc....and weird new photos mimicking old shoots with him so naturally people think this means whatever happened they worked through. Around same time she and hers manipulated her fans to try to cancel him earlier because she misunderstood a picture of Kaia....although flat out if he had been with Kaia he was SINGLE and it was no longer her business.

She tries to walk back the firestorm she unleashed on him by “defending” him from a lesser twitter trend after realizing misconstrued the Kaia picture, All summer she weirdly seems to be trying to avoid the topic if they are together or not despite saying once if they weren’t she’d tell people. She finally puts her foot in her mouth one two many times' and Cole confirms they broke up which she doesn’t acknowledge. Because she doesn’t want to be broken up.

As we know know it wasn’t all rainbows on the set even before all this happened as in the musical she’d launched an object at him hard enough to have the crew concerned. Lili fans keep saying Cole is abusive but the only evidence we have of abuse is her towards him. We also had her suddenly doing a 180 from past 4 year’s and excusing cheating with Archie and promoting everyone in her live recaps except Cole/Jughead.

Back to the events following Cole’s post....then we get a sudden string of interviews taking shots at Cole, doxxing him, implying he could have strayed (just to resurrect hate against him) but can’t say he actually did because she has no proof. We know this because in those chats admit it was just suspicion and paranoia and never did have any names.

We learn that Lili has been funneling news and gossip and photos to keep her mother’s hold on the fandom in check and her mother in turn has been bullying people who would stand on Cole’s side. They sought to ruin him. This is not debatable.

For year’s people had made fun and called Bree out for being an obsessive stalker unable to let a relationship go, then Lili starts doing the same. We know she has tried to copy Ari’s style, her mother made a snide comment about breast size, Lili tried to taunt Ari from on set and Ari shut her down. A girl who almost never was in the line of sight of paps suddenly is snapped everyday following break up even before the public new. That doesn’t just happen. She wanted the attention.

I’m not going to go into all of it, you all know it. Suffice to say revealing she has a bitter vindictive attitude she has submersed herself in ever since Cole made it clear no reunion. She won’t even broach the topic of Bughead/Jughead unless forced. You can spin all you like but the split screens was not an artistic choice by RD. It was spurred by need to keep them apart.

Lili last summer was doing precious little other than a post or two of Black Lives matter and then when Cole gets arrested suddenly she jumps on the me too and sets up impulsive lives. Maybe she meant well but a part of me thinks she did it to attract his attention. Notice once she got praise for it and the initial protests faded she more or less doesn’t bring it up anymore. Cole never intended to get attention, it just happened because he’s a star and got taken in to a jail cell. He never put himself on camera for notice. 

Lili also co-opts the murder of a girl to flaunt she thinks she looks good naked. Completely tone deaf. 

Lili very rarely is seen in fan photos, only usually when she’s getting flack for it online. She, a girl who talks about bullying, went on a  midnight tirade against a guy who dares to critique or poetry setting her fans on him. Then deleted it probably because publicist in her ear.

She first said poems not about Cole, than said you could read into what you wanted to sell them. Now she doesn’t want to talk poetry or sequels because it flopped and was critically panned.

There are constant rumors about Lili on sets of productions to point they even had someone on her newer movie try to downplay. Yet we see in a video the cast barely talking and looking tense on a boat. 

The girl who used to talk about body positivity now lets them airbrush abs onto her.

The girl who used to talk of therapy and mental illness now promotes OTC supplements for $ and cults.

If she mentions cellulite she uses other tik toks of people showing not her own. 

She said she would never be on tik tok, yet now has her own and post old videos that aren’t funny.

Lili once tired to attack Cole by talking about losing yourself in drugs or alcohol or sex yet we’ve seen her drug paraphernalia because she advertises. Her friends post and laugh over her being drunk. She was in an off and on relationship with Wallis that doesn’t seem to be about anything but sex.

We were told Coles friends are bad influences but Taylor is out there solicitating questionable clients and making videos slamming LILI’S COWORKER as a bad actor and his brother,

The majority of Lili’s posts no longer feature Sunny or her family/Addy. 

She insulted Vancouver, compared to a prison, and made it clear her creature comforts were of more importance than a pandemic. Not quite the attitude of an empath. Which she claims she is with intention to be a master which require sucking more gullible people into the cult.

She brags about being a “rich man” without understand the context. She went from artistic photos to modeling pinups to fuel her lack of self esteem.

She’s in her mid 20′s, claims she had grown and matured in the last year but there is no evidence of it. Still can’t work with her ex without buffers which still influences show direction though her fans deny.. Still lives off junk food and hangovers. Those glasses aren’t just for sun. Her timeline is mostly an ode to her vanity with pictures of herself and then her dog. She doesn’t seem to have any causes she’s deeply involved in on the side apart from her cult. She’s still stalking Cole as her impulsive makeup tutorial showed. She said she cut out of her life anyone who doesn’t service her. I highly doubt she is receiving quality therapy on the regular right now. She still does not seem to possess the ability to own her mistakes and apologize when warranted, rather deflects or erases when heat becomes too hot.

The content she puts out about herself post break up is very different than the bill of goods fans were sold before. She is a far cry from that quirky girl next door that stood FOR something more than vanity and shallow affirmation. So no, I don’t see what you see in her stans. Everything that once seemed to distinguish her from other spoilt princesses has long faded. 

[sscarchiyo]

Yoo u got Tsukuyomi dating hc but where our boi Ousuke dating hc hmm 👀

dating them

paring: ousuke x gn!reader

type: headcanons

warnings: ousuke himself is a warning 💀

genre: fluff

🖇a/n: he had no right to be so hot, take him to jail. inspired by my lovely anon's asks cuz i couldn't rlly think of stuff. srry these took hella long💀 hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated, have a good day <3

now what were you thinking? 🤔

i think he's another person who doesn't care what the both of you are doing, as long as you're together

hype man 3.0, like he can't shut up about you. he even tells the onis' he's gonna kill about you💀

pls don't play fight with this man, he loves you and would never hurt you on purpose. but he's also competitive, there is no way in hell he's letting you win :(

an absolute shit to everyone else except for you and tsukuyomi

doesn't want anyone looking or breathing in your direction, he's always ready to fight someone. his personal motto? "it's always on sight"

his co workers like you, but are scared to talk to you. every time they even try and mention your name, he's standing behind them with his scary demon face ( like calm down dude 🙈 )

ousuke tries to be on his "best" behavior for you when he's at work, but mostly fails and tsukuyomi calls you to come get him because he got suspended :(

now here me out...he likes skincare. he believes it’s good to take care of your skin. if your the type of person who didn’t really care or you never had time? well now you’re going to care and you’re going to have time. he’ll buy all the supplies and he’ll be so excited that he gets to teach you about it. if you haven’t been taking very good care of your skin he going to give you a lecture 😞

trying to impress you 25/8, it could be for the littlest things too. “ohh y/n? you need help opening the lid? I got it” “no it’s ok I-“ “I said I got it” “🧐”

pda king, he don’t give 2 shits who’s around he’s kissing you like y’all ain’t gonna see each other again.

if he did have to pick a date spot, some place with lots of action. he lives for the thrills of danger and adventure. if you don’t step in next thing you’ll know you’re both about to jump out of a plane ✈️💀

he is not a prank person. like he can be funny and he has jokes but hates when people prank him. that being said he's so down to do a prank with you, just make sure he's not the victim :)

#second form: scribbles #tougen anki fluff #tougen anki imagines #tougen anki headcanons #tougen anki ousuke #tougen anki x reader #momokado ousuke headcanons #momokado ousuke #ousuke fluff #ousuke x reader #ousuke headcanons #momokado headcanons

[hedgiwithapen]

How about the Leverage Crew arriving in Central City in time for the that time Barry got accused of murdering DeVoe. Basically, Leverage Crew (Classic or Redeption is your choice) meddling in that plan. Because screw DeVoe. Can be in the same universe as The Central City job, or a brand new AU; your choice.

this one Long The courthouse was packed when a sleek black van pulled up to a loading zone. Nathan Ford turned from the passenger seat. “You all know the play?” “Mm, yup,” Parker said, clipping a badge to her blazer pocket. “The Boston skip.” “It’s not the Boston Skip,” Hardison snapped, fussing with his tie.. “You’re just grumpy because you have to play the lawyer again.” Eliot smirked. “Hey, you said only if it comes to a cross examine, I did my job, if you all do your jobs right and it doesn’t come to that,” Hardison’s voice pitched upwards. “If?” Sophie put on the emergency break. “If? Hardison, I’m hurt.” “Soph,” Nate sighed. “Let it go.” “For now. We’re having words later,” Sophie insisted. “Can we just get this over with?” Eliot asked, maneuvering to take the driver’s seat. “ you know I don’t like us splitting up like this.” “It’ll only be for a bit,” Parker said, squeezing his hand. “ We’ll be fine.” They left the van in twos, first Parker and hardison, briefcase and extraneous computer in hand, and a minute or two later Sophie and Nate followed-- and Nate with a plain folder tucked under his arm. Eliot drove in the direction of the police station, ready for the next phase of the plan. They hadn’t exactly called ahead, but that wasn’t going to be much of a problem. Cisco Ramon was the first to spot them. He goggled a bit. “What are you doing here?” he asked as Hardison approached the bench where Team Flash had congregated. Hardison smiled, knowing the prosecutor was watching. “I came to offer my services,” he said, sending a quick text with a thought. “ Where is Ms Horton?” “Here,” the short woman said, her eyes cutting between the two as Cisco checked his phone. “ Who are you? Cisco, who is--” Cisco looked up from the message--you didn’t see us coming?-- and relaxed slightly for the first time in weeks. “I’m part of Mr. Allen’s legal team,” Hardison smiled wide. “He’s ok, Cecile,” Cisco vouched. “ He and his, uh, coworkers have helped us in the past. With Z--wait, that was before you. Um.” “My firm helped get Henry Allen some money, after that unfortunate mess. And we’re here to see justice through again.” He hesitated. “ Or pick up where it leaves off,” he said under his breath. Cecile took in a sharp breath. “When did we hire you?” “Uh--” “Cecile, it’s really ok,” Caitlin joined the cluster. “They know about STAR. And apparently about the recent… developments.” “You think we don’t keep tabs on your crazy city? Now, Ms. Horton, as your co-lawyer, we need to discuss strategy. I’ve got some character witnesses I’d like to introduce, some crucial evidence that needs to be submitted, is there an office we might use?” He steered her away, nodding to Parker, deep in conversation with the prosecutor.

“You let that jerk stick around?” Iris jumped when she heard the voice in her ear. Turning she sighed with recognition. “ Lilli--Sophie?” “In the flesh.” She smiled. “I can’t stay long, but Eliot wanted me to ask.” Iris sighed. “If it’s Eliot asking, I guess you mean Harry. He’s been a lot better since Eliot kicked his ass, that’s for sure. And he has been helpful.” “I’m sure,” Sophie sounded anything but sure. “Listen, we’ve got this pretty well handled, but you and your friends may wish to be ready in case of reprisals. Have you upgraded security lately?” “Cisco’s worked on it,” Iris confirmed. “Good. Hardison would love to take a look, later. We’re probably going to be in the area, we’ve had word something’s fishy at that prison of yours.” When Iris opened her mouth Sophie shook her head. “Iron Heights. Point is, we’ll be around should you need anything.” “Thank you for the offer,” Iris said. She shook her head. “ These people are smart, Sophie. Dangerous.” “Not compared to my team,” Sophie smiled. “Save your worry. Look, see? Hardison’s in place, and Parker’s in the wings. I’ve got to go take care of my part. If you see your husband, let him know, will you?” “I-- sure,” Iris said, and she watched as Sophie stood and walked into a crowd. An entirely different person made her way past a bailiff and into the Juror’s box, leaning over to the man beside her and nodding in the direction of the door Barry Allen had just been escorted through. As Iris stood to take his hand across the gap between his seat and the benches, Sophie gave a little nod to the two of them. “It is strange,” the man said. “But I don’t think we’re meant to discuss the case until we’re in the back.” “Of course not,” Sophie said. “I was just thinking about it, is all. If it were a scene in a mystery novel, I’d call it too obvious.” “You do have a point,” the man agreed. “I’m actually a novelist myself.” “You don’t say,” Sophie smiled. “Classic red herring, am I right? And what a story. Two men in the same family accused of nearly identical murders…” She tapped her com, giving a quick signal. Nate was up. “Ah, a quick word?” Nate stepped away from the wall, flagging down Mrs. DeVoe and her companion. “No,” she snapped, putting on what Nate could see was a reasonably convincing mask of Grieving Widow. Convincing to a mark, maybe. But the Mako was right--you can’t con a conman. “Vultures, all of you.” “Oh, I’m not a reporter.” Nate said easily. He nodded to the tall man at Marlize’s Elbow. “Mr. DeVoe, I’m sure you’ll want to hear what I have to say.” He was pleased to see shock cross the face of Dominic Lanse. The man grabbed him by the arm, yanking him into an empty room. Mrs. DeVoe followed, locking it behind her. “Just so you are aware, there is video footage of you dragging me in here,” Nate said in his most helpful voice. “In case you decide to kill me here, probably not your smartest move.” he glanced around. “Private, though. Good.” He gave his signature infuriating grin. “Make this quick,” Clifford said in Dominic’s voice. “Court begins soon.” “Right, well, that’s going to be your problem.” Nate shrugged. “ Let’s skip the pleasantries. I know everything, about your plan at least. Your computer banks! Normal people couldn’t even find them, so you’ve got that going for you, though the security is lacking once you get past that, so B+. I am not Normal People. I have the best hacker in the multiverse, though, so,” he clicked his tongue in mock dismay, “like I said, my team and I --I’m sure you’re trying to think of who we are right now--know everything.” Marlize glanced at her silent watch, frowning. “Oh, no, no, I’m not a meta.” Nate shook his head. “But the thing is, I don’t have to be to destroy you.” “What--” “Again. I know everything, Thinker. Your basement prison, your hidden files, what you want with that satellite… you really shouldn’t have written everything down… twice even.” He fished a small book out of his pocket, and let them see the plain cover. Clifford’s eyes darkened. “That’s mine.” “Yeah, well, I also have the

multiverse’s greatest thief.” “Our home is under police protection and surveillance. There are officers--” “There right now, I’m aware.” Eliot Spencer, clutching a cup of coffee in one hand, flashed a badge at the pair of officers standing by a door. “Any trouble?” “Nope. She just left for the courthouse. Some work, huh? Just standing here.” “Hmm.“ Eliot agreed. “Though I guess if something did happen, the Flash would swoop in.” “Nine times out of ten,” the first officer agreed. “Or one of his buddies. “ “Maybe 8 times,” the second officer shrugged. “ You new?” “Just transferred from Keystone.” Eliot said. “Not so much nonsense there.” “I hear that. Good to have the backup though.” Eliot nodded. “ You do a walk through?” “Uh, no…. Like I said, no trouble, officer-- “Ted Crichton,” Eliot interrupted. “You haven’t walked through? What if someone’s in there, waiting to assault Mrs. DeVoe when she gets back?” “Well, uh, we don’t have a warrant--” “For crying out loud--” Eliot pulled a paper from his pocket. “See? Now let's go. You stay out here. Who has the back-- does no one have the back door? “ The officers hurried inside. “Don’t forget to check the closets,” Eliot called. -- “ Like I said. Best thief. Best hacker. Now, honestly--and you can run the numbers-- your best bet would be to cut your losses right here, right now. You’re already lying on the stand, so say you were coerced into implicating Mr. Allen--if you need someone to blame I do have a list of patsys that really need the jail time. You do that, put your little plan,” he waggled the book “ back in the box or write it up as the next dystopian best seller for High School English classes to dissect for decades to come, and you can walk away from this.” A laugh. “No one will believe anything you say. That book can’t be traced to me, and even if it could be, it doesn’t prove anything. So someone thinks I’m a supervillain. I’m dead. You have nothing that proves Mr. Allen innocent. You’re out of your mind, Mr. Ford.” “Oh good, you know who I am. Think a little harder.” “As threats go, it’s half baked,” Marlize challenged. “What are you going to do if we refuse? Break Allen out of jail so he can be a fugitive? He’d never go along with it. And the Flash can’t stop us.” “I’d run those numbers again, you’ve left out quite a few variables. But no.” “No?” “If you refuse, if you keep up your little game, lie on the stand, sell that sob story, maybe you're right and the Flash can’t stop you. But he doesn’t need to. I’ll destroy you.” “You.” It was not a question. “For someone claiming to be the smartest man in the world, I’m a bit worried about your memory. I said it already--I’m not here alone. But be my guest. Tell your lies. Right about now the Jury is thinking about what an embarrassment to the city Henry Allen’s trial was and how closely this resembles it… the similarities, the way the timelines don’t quite match up… “ “Really? You’re trying to convince the jury to ignore evidence and go with their hearts? A pathos appeal? That’s not going to work. There’s less than a 3% chance of that even ending in a mistrial, much less acquittal.” “I’m sure that’s what your numbers said,” Nate smiled yet again, this time sharklike. “Cute. I bet you think it’s difficult to get assigned jury duty. “ “It-- we checked all the names. We know--” “You know who they are, yes, yes. But you don’t know who we are. Another sloppy mistake. Now, the jury’s, you're right, not a total slam dunk. So, right now the prosecutor is getting word of some new evidence from a very well respected FBI agent about how helpful the Flash and Mr Allen have both been in assisting with a case against a known human trafficker--you know her, Ammunet Black. The one you bought your puppet from. FBI picked her up…mmm, ten minutes ago? And she had some very interesting things to say. You can guess what they were. Add to that the evidence--” “What evidence?” “The wire transfers between you and Ms. Black. In December and a few days ago. We didn’t even have to fake that first one, but even if the second

one looks a little fishy, the fact that--” “Nate, we got him,” crackled Eliot’s voice in his ear. “--the police just found a metahuman locked in your hall closet--Weeper, I think is what Ms. Black called him-- should make things clear. He wasn’t thrilled about having to stick around much longer but your basement is pretty hard for normal people to find so we had to nudge that a bit. But hey, you’re all for planting evidence. Anyways, court’s in ten minutes…. but the police will be arresting you in about three, if my math’s right-- care to check?-- so I can make this very quick. We have video of you threatening the Flash, holding him prisoner the same night as that wire transfer, proof of Dominic’s powers and sale--my hacker thanks you for all those cameras and bugs, by the way, made his job much easier-- and you add that all up and it sure looks like you got upset at the Flash and Allen for poking into your meta trafficking and decided a frame up was in order.” Nate hefted the folder, “and then there’s this.” “And what,” Marlize asked, shaking with rage, “ is that?” “A copy of files that will be delivered to the FBI, NSA and Dean of Husdson University if you don’t admit to the frame up.” Nate said, thumbing through them. “Proof that you, Mrs. DeVoe, fed information to certain entities across Africa and the Middle East where you were doing your research and aid work to assist in their terror attacks and human trafficking--ties in quite nicely to your work with Ammunet, if I do say so myself. And proof that the “late” Mr. DeVoe plagiarized his thesis, his dissertation, even the syllabi for his classes.” “Lies. No one will believe any of--” “Oh, it’s all very well forged. Except for the bit about the Syllabi. For shame.” Nate tutted. “And part of the dissertation. Can they take away a PH.d posthumously? Anyways, even if it wasn’t, do you really think that no one would believe a man who thinks that giving everyone on the planet late stage Alzheimer’s is going to solve famine and illness? What kind of legitimate history teacher doesn’t know about cholera or the effects of the agricultural revolution? Every lie has a kernel of truth to it.” Nate glanced at the clock on the wall. “Well, that certainly was enlightening. And before you decide to simply kill me, run your little calculations with one more variable: Eliot Spencer.” DeVoe’s brow furrowed and what little color he had drained from his face. “ That’s what I thought. Three.. Two.. one.” Nate raised his voice. “ Help! I’m in here!” The door crashed from its hinges. “The Gloat is the best part,” Parker, FBI badge swinging, put an arm over Barry’s shoulders. He stood with Iris next to her and Eliot as the DeVoes were hauled away. “You know, I think I might have to agree,” Iris said, squeezing Barry’s hand. “Or second best, at least,” she added meaningfully. “So… what now?” Joe asked. “I mean, there’s still… the red tape, but… do we need to be worried? Don’t they still have--” “Oh, that sick chair and computer set up?” Hardison asked with a smirk. “I want it.” Harry announced. “When did you get here?” Hardison asked, affronted. -- Parker held up her badge as she pushed the crate up a ramp into Lucille. “Special Agent Hagen! Let me help you with that,” Agent McSweeten said, taking the dolley handle from her. Parker beamed, patting the side, careful not to dislodge the panel on the side. “Thanks!” -- “Anyways, you can’t just call dibs. You’re too late,” Hardison added, giving Parker a fistbump. “We stole it.”

#dammit hedgi day 2021 #leverage #the central city job #the flash

[dazzledamazon]

Misunderstood 3/?

Rick saw her eyes. She was truly hurt and even… scared. Scared of him? At that moment, he knew that there was something else wrong.

“Today…. I royally fucked up. I..”

“Rick, are you ok? You don’t seem yourself,” she said quietly, her hands covering the ones on her face.

He took a deep breath,”Honestly I’m not ok. I hurt someone that I’d never intentionally hurt. If anything, I’d die before I let anyone hurt her. And I…. I don’t deserve her at all in my life.”

Her heart stopped. Why was he talking about another woman to her? A tear threatened to fall, but she managed to hold it back. His eyes searched hers. She was so quiet. Just nothing. She didn’t think it was her. Rick was at a loss at what to do. How could he get her to believe him? To believe he was talking about her.

“I.. I think she’ll understand Rick. Once you’re honest with her, she’ll probably be fast to laugh at you though.”

“I hope you do. It’s a series of stupid misunderstandings. And … “

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a pounding on her door. One that nearly sent the door crashing into the apartment. He pushed her behind him.Rick pulled his gun, and looked out of the peephole.

“What the fuck? Davidson what in the fuck are you doing here?,” he growled at the officer.

“Sorry Colonel Flag. Miss Waller told me to come get you. The new prisoner escaped.”

“I’ll be downstairs in five. Get downstairs now.”

When Rick turned to look at her,”Don’t say anything. We will talk later. Im not going anywhere,” she said, taking his hand. “Go. Get this prick before he hurts someone.”

“We’re not done. I still have so many things to say. Please,” he pleaded.

“Ok but come on time to get this loser back in jail. Go,” she said, walking him to the door, holding his hand.

He hugged her tightly and left. She watched him walk away. Rick was her best friend. The conversation had been just strange. But he was trying out what to do on her. That was ok. Hurt like hell, but that’s what friends did. Helped each other out. It took about a week before they caught the escapee. By that point, she was just going through the motions. Diablo saw this everyday. Her just slowly closing herself off. Did everything alone there. Ate, took breaks. Didn’t talk or even go out of her way like she always had. Not anymore.She still treated the inmates like she always had. Like people. But just hid away. Didn’t smile anymore. All the inmates missed her. She had never really clicked with her co-workers either. Just Rick somehow.

“ How much longer do you think she can do this mate,?” Boomerang asked.

Diablo sighed,”I don’t know. Her heart is broken. Confidence gone. Scared. I don’t think he got to talk to her. “

“Where is he anyway? Too embarrassed to show his face,?” Boomer asked.

“No he’s chasing some escapee. They found him at her place. He was furious about it too,” Harley added.

She sat at her desk, staring at the wedding invitation. She’d done nothing but feel sorry for herself since he’d left her apartment that night. Why was it never her someone loved like that? Just a bridesmaid, the one picked last.

“Feeling sorry for yourself?,” Boomerang’s voice echoed from the door.

She looked up at him,”What’s up Boomer?”

Her voice was monotone. No emotion at all. He sat down on the edge of her desk.

“We have a bet.”

Her eyes looked at him. Still nothing truly sparking behind them.

“Diablo, Me and .. Us three, we are gonna getcha to smile genuinely. Not this pretend shit. Love we’ve known you for years. We can tell. Now we give you a day to get prepared to be smilin ear to ear.”

Boomerang grinned and kissed the top of her head. She closed her eyes. Then she realized he’d said three.

“Hey Boomer, you said three. You,Diablo and who else?,”

“Who else? It’s a surprise. Otherwise it’d be no fun. It’s a nice one. You like this one.”

She nodded. Thoughts going to Rick. His eyes when he was leaving her place that day. He really wanted to talk to her. She’d keep her promise. No matter how much it hurt.

#rick flag x reader #rick flag

[kdramachitchat]

Yumi’s Cells Episode 2 Recap - Woong is finally introduced & goes on a blind date with Yumi

The cells booing when Ugi was taking so long to answer and when he finally said yes they all cheered! Ruby is shocked and Yumi seemed so relaxed looking forward to the fireworks, then enjoys her cup of coffee. She's in such a good mood!

Since this is a date, fashion cell is another cell and yet she's stuck at the Cell Town's prison. This is so dramatic! Cells that ruin Yumi gets locked up in prison for 2 years now.

The beginning of the fashion cell tragedy was the 1 piece dress Yumi planned on buying. The green dress looks good on Yumi but she has nowhere to go. Fashion cell made her go travel abroad so that she could wear the dress!

She also bought a pair of shoes to go with the dress but i doubt she was ever going to use them! She added pedi and got her hair permed just for the trip. Too much additional expense. No wonder.

Trip to Phuket caused additional expenses and it all began bec of the 70k won dress, oh my. She blew her salary away for 3 months. WHOA. Ok no wonder Fashion Cell was put in jail. Overspending.

Fashion Cell suggested a "effortless look" for Yumi's first date with Ugi. It's subtle makeup w/ a delicate touch. Her clothes are simple but was carefully matched together. Cells are not impressed, they say it's like her natural look. That's the point.

Ugi went ahead at the festival. He's at the flower garden area and Yumi hasn't left! Yumi asked how he'd knew her number and he said that he memorizes it. Oh. Cells are freaking out and its a green light for them. They're betting too on the results too.

Yumi arrived at the festival and Rubi called. Omg she's such a mood breaker, her name alone irritates you. Cells think she's calling to check up on the date & Yumi doesn't want to answer but had a bad feeling, she turned around and Rubi is there. Rubi wore a flowery dress and yet when the cells suggested for Yumi to wear one too they were pissed to find Rubi wearing one, you see fashion cell slowly trying escape. Yumi arrived and is in a hurry to go the other way with Ugi so that they won't catch Rubi. She doesn't want to go back & took a taxi to eat a famous Ilsan restaurant. Rubi keeps calling her. Can she take a hint? She don't want to see you.

Ugi at the resto asked Yumi what kind of guy she likes and she answered that she doesnt know. Ugi says that he's always been curious about her and her personal preferences. OMG. Ugi asked her if she's willing to go on a blind date. The heart balloon popped and it started to rain on the cell world like Yumi's mood. Ugi wanted to introduce her to someone. This is a 1-sided love. The friend lives in Ilsan. She's down. Yumi asked him why her out of all people & Ugi tells her that she has a great personality and that she's pretty. Love Cell doesn't believe his words. Yumi repeat what Love Cell said that he should've dated her instead. Ugi likes someone else. Yumi is totally crushed at this time and you just want to give her a hug. The cell town now is covered in flood and love cell is idle about to be covered by the ocean. Yumi asked the person who Ugi's interested in. Ugi tells her that he's not into woman & asks her if she could keep his secret. He thinks that she's trustworthy & that make her happy. She then agrees for the blind date. Ugi also tells her that he memorizes # quickly & started crying! Flood continues.

Saeyi and Woong are introduced! Saeyi answered Ugi's phone call on Woong's phone. I'm too excited seeing Bohyun as Woong! Ugi called him abt the blind date. Woong mentioned it, Saeyi and Louis turned around. He knows it's Yumi & they're the same age. Saeyi talks about the misconception of women who date around Yumi's age. She tells Woong that women date to get married and advice him to take the date lightly. Saeyi tells him to take her out for tea & Woong disagrees. Determined to do what he wants.

Then at cell land, white blood cells reporting the cells missing. Saying this is the worst flood they ever had in 3 yrs. Love Cell and True Feelings Cells are stuck together in a island. Love Cell looks so down bec she keeps disappointing Yumi.

Yumi's at work even on Sundays. Chief Nam decided to take his 2 co-workers for lunch. Yet, Yumi looks so down & bailed on the outing, tells them that she has plans. Chief noticed that she looks mad. At Cell land, the facial expression meter is broken! The cells are worried that she'll have the same expression with her first blind date with Woong. Emotion Cell thinks of the possibility that Yumi might cancel on Woong & what would Ugi think. So frustrated on her rushing things when it comes to love. The mechanic cell suggested cell dolls that reacts automatically. The doll reacts according to the situation. I wonder if this will ever work out. I have a feeling it's not going to end well. Emotion cell & another cell gave it a go. Chief Nam and her coworker are surprised that she really is going on a blind-date and wished her good luck. Yumi's mood instantly changed from her previous dampened mood. So i guess it works. Its better than looking down like the cell suggested. There's side effects though on the cell doll...overreacting and pretentiousness. Oh no. Who else is nervous with this blind date of Yumi and Woong? The cells started to worry too but still willing to use the doll.

Woong is about to leave & we finally get to see him in the famous Space Rabbit outfit! Woong tells Saeyi that he's going on a blind date. Saeyi doesnt approve on what he's wearing.

Flashback, Woong finds Saeyi odd & has many diff instances. Woong's used to it and thinks its just the way she is. Woong & Ugi hanging out. Ugi tells him that Saeyi thinks he's a pushover & talks to him about Yumi. Woong isnt into blind dates.

Their meetup place is at the Bonjour Fountain and Woong is early! Woong decides to tune in for some music, looks quite engrossed on his phone when Yumi arrives & Woong didnt notice her arrival. Until he did! OMG. Woong had the "love at first sight" look to Yumi. Can't wait for their date! You think Yumi's the only one who got cells? Woong got cells too! Woong's got cells though lack of that is...Yumi's cells are not impressed at least fashion cell is. The rest of the cells dont like him & didnt want to be rude so they used the reaction doll. Woong is just lost for words. This is so embarrassing. Date hasnt started & its not going well. Woong acts lost & dumb then he bumped his head. Oh dear me. Yumi looks so shocked. We don't know what's wrong with him either. Yumi's cells thinks he's an idiot. Humor Cell appears. NO. Woong made a dad joke. I died. Im not suppose to laugh at the joke but the joke is so embarrassing you can't help but do!

Then the episode ends with the awkward lame jokes at the cafe. I wonder how this date will turn out.

#2021 #Yumi's Cells

[scripttorture]

(1/3) Solitary confeinment ask: the background is that the character (a strategic genius and a trained fighter) was a colonel running a death squad. After witnessing the death of his only family (wife and child, a collateral damage to heroes saving the world), unable to deal with grief, trauma and survivors guilt executes a series of terrorist attacks against the heroes to avenge his family.

(2/3) He succeeds, but before he manages to comment suicide to join his family (final part of his plan) the heroes stop him, so he can answer for his crimes. He is put pernamently on suicide watch in a solitary confinement in a state of the art prison. The character is content with the sucess of his plan and listens to the guards, but receives no psychological help (the character is deeply traumatised byt the death of his family and suicidal). (3/3) Other contact, aside from the guards, is the warden, who occasionally comes to mock the character. The character appears stoic, but deep down the emotional pain is overwhelming. After 3 years the heroes (not the ones directly responsible to the characters tragedy) bust him out from prison because they need his help to stop a bigger bad guy.
 (4/3) My question is how in the span of 3 years can the characters mental state deteriorate and is it possible that in those conditions (solitary, no psychological help) he can just mentally heal on his own? Also, after 3 years of solitary, how would the character react to being instantly thrown into the middle of dangerous mission with people he doesn’t play well with? Thank you!

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Honestly I think if someone was already suicidal and spent three years in solitary confinement with no psychological help there’s a good chance they’d be dead.

 The ‘safe’ period for solitary confinement is a week. It makes all pre-existing mental health problems worse. There’s not any getting around that.

 A person in this situation would not ‘heal on their own’. That’s sort of the mental health equivalent of wondering if a character who’s had their gut cut open will be able to stitch themselves up and survive when the character has no equipment, no medical training and is in the process of bleeding to death.

 This isn’t a survivable scenario, ‘suicide watch’ or not. Believe me someone who is determined to die will be able to find a way.

 Even if it was a survivable scenario, someone who has just come out of three years solitary confinement would not be able to…. how do I put this… function. He would not be able to relate is a healthy manner to the people around him, whether he got on with them or not. He would not be able to assist them. He would be having a mental health crisis.

 I can assure you from personal experience that having panic attacks, severe depression or any of the other common symptoms of solitary (which begin to manifest within a week remember) is not ‘helpful’ to anything.

 You’ve got the wrong idea about just how harmful solitary is. And it’s OK to be wrong. This sort of information is hard to find, that’s why I’m here.

 The important thing is what you choose to do now.

 The damage solitary confinement does is routinely ignored, denied or underplayed in reality. Fiction that presents isolation as harmless feeds in to the public perception that this is not ‘really harmful’.

 I can’t make you or anyone else take solitary confinement seriously.

 I can tell you that I’ve read survivor accounts of self mutilation (cutting up their own face) and psychotic breaks (hallucinations, paranoid etc) that happened in the time period you’ve proposed. Solitary caused that. That is what it does to people.

 Because humans are social animals and need contact with members of their own species in the same way they need air, food and water.

 So what can we do to bring this more in line with reality and remove the torture apologia tropes?

 For starters read the masterpost on solitary confinement here. Then read Shalev’s Sourcebook on Solitary Confinement here.

 Pay particular attention to the symptoms and consider your choice of which symptoms 3-5 you would add to the character’s pre-existing mental health problems (which will get worse.)

 Write down the list of long term symptoms the character will get out of solitary with. I’m going to pick a couple just as an illustration:

Suicidal urges (pre-existing)

Anxiety

Severe mood swings

Memory problems

Irrational impulses

 I didn’t pick depression because that’s commonly co-morbid with suicidal urges and the character might well have it already.

 Immediately after release, with no mental health support and being thrown straight into danger- This character would have panic attacks. Would forget important information. Would swing from apathetic, to furious, to suicidal so fast no one would be able to keep up. And might deny it later. Because they might not remember the fight accurately.

 I’m mapping this out because what I really want to ask is: are you sure you want to use solitary confinement in this story?

 Do you really want to engage with the consequences for the character and the plot? Have you allowed space for showing these mental health problems in the story? Are you ready for the way this kind of obvious, undeniable disability would make this character the focus? Can you balance the overall plot and the development of the other characters with all this?

 From everything you’ve said solitary confinement is not actually adding anything to your story. Because currently there are no lasting effects from it whatsoever, it’s just functioning as a way to take a character out of the plot for three years.

 The character is already in jail. You don’t need to add in torture to take him out of the narrative for a while.

 Really.

 As I see it the only thing solitary is giving your narrative is elements of torture apologia.

 If you want prison to be stressful for the character it can be. If you want prison to mean the character doesn’t have access to current information it can mean that too. You don’t need to add torture into the mix to achieve these things.

 And if you want the character to heal over this three year period then… that can’t happen without help and without positive human contact.

 I have mental health problems. They don’t get better on their own.

 The idea of locking up a mentally ill person in solitary and expecting them to get better is a form of abuse (or when done by institutions torture) that has killed a lot of mentally ill people. In some countries this practice is continuing to kill mentally ill people.

 If you don’t want to deal with mental illness in your story this best thing to do is not to write it. You decided this character was suicidal. You decided that he’s going to be tortured. Neither of these things need to happen.

 Look it’s OK if you don’t know enough to write this stuff yet. It’s OK to get something wrong and work to find out more or correct it.

 But as things stand I think your story would work better if you took out any abusive or torturous elements. Because torture should have consequences.

 If you’re not prepared to write those consequences then you’re not really dealing with the magnitude of the crime.

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I WANNA HEAR D'S THOUGHTS ON JEN'S QUESTION Spill the beans! You've even got me curious now!

“Do you think Rose is a good person?”

I’ll answer not just Jen’s question, but generally thoughts surrounding D and Rose’s relationship!! It’s gonna be long because I think about this a WHOOOOOOLE lot, and I seriously mean a whole lot,,, so read ahead!

btw, if you think Rose is a bad person and D hates him, that’s where you’re mistaken! IT’S MY STORY MY HEADCANONS SO IF U DONT WANNA READ THIS THEN DONT BRO HJASGJHASHJ

PRE-ETERNATUS, CHALLENGER ARC

Ive mentioned before, but D and the chairman had a fairly good relationship!!

In-game, rose is very interested in the player and talks to you a lot, so honestly not much changes here

D, in his challenger phase, is forcibly very loud and flamboyant. being overly animated and confident, he’s able to keep up with rose who likes to chat and banter with him 

When d talks to people, he KNOWS he’s being over-the-top, which is why he feels very awkward doing it (when people point it out, it makes it painfully awkward and embarrassing for them. Point in case: bede and Marnie!)

Rose finds him a very interesting trainer and observes D a lot. Its not hard to notice how hard he’s trying, but rose doesn’t point this out and genuinely moves along with what D’s vibes are as to not make him feel any more humiliated 

D is aware that Rose is playing along with his act, and thanks to this it really builds up trust like!! Oh the chairman isn’t making fun of me and genuinely finds me interesting and strong!!!! the chairman!! What a morale boost!!!!!! 

Again, its genuinely (funny and) awkward when D is being his over-the-top animated self, and its easy to point this out (which most people do, from his rivals to other trainers, to even gym leaders) but the only people who dont actively point it out AND act along would be his mom, hop, Leon, and rose! 

in addition, D has a pretty high-pitched voice so its easy to tell he’s trans?? He was worried he was going to be misgendered by such an all-important person like the chairman, but was surprised when rose immediately was just comfortable with calling him a “young man”

Another cute trivia thing during this stage was that they both are wearing shades for their “incognito mode” and D even gives the chairman some fashion tips for the next time he goes out!

It actually pisses off bede with how much rose and d talk;;;;;;  def one of the reasons why d and bede fight hhhh

The part of the plot where they head to rose tower, D was actually very against it in the beginning, saying that he could actually just try and call up the chairman if he wanted to! He tries and tries, but then starts to panic once he does in fact realise that something isnt right 

Even after storming thru rose tower and defeating oleana, d eVEN TRIES TO INVITE ROSE TO THEIR DINNER (MY BOY IS THINKIN: A DINNER WITH HIS FAV PPL!! HOP, LEON, AND ROSE!! the only one missing would be his mom) ……….but r-rose dismisses it with a smile, saying maybe next time…………..

D is a meek, insecure person who is easily broken down, so he really needs a lot of support to keep moving sO JUST IMAGINE this baby boy who puts trust in someone suddenly goes batshit and you have to defeat them with ur own hands????? Wowza. 

POST-ETERNATUS, NEWLY APPOINTED CHAMPION

OH BOY EVERYONE KNOWS HOW THIS FUCKIN GOES IF THEY REMEMBER MY FIRST POSTS JHASGJHHJAS

Ive already shown this via an illustration + a short Drabble, but its only after the eternatus battle that their father-son relationship is revealed

The game really doesnt show how serious the eternatus battle was, but for me: Leon was hospitalised for quite some time and wasn’t allowed to battle D until he healed up. At the same time, this gave D a lot of time to think about wHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED

I dont mention it, but this is where his gym leader au starts off from the canon timeline!! At this point, D is calling his mom or talking to hop or just locking himself up and is just generally in a panicked state where he feels like dropping out of the challenge, feeling overwhelmed with what just happened

ANYWAY IM HERE TO TALK ABT ROSE AND D but lets just say his Pokemon convince him to continue!!   

at the same time of his win, gossip went around quick and not only is D now very popular for suddenly defeating the unbeatable champion Leon, but is actually the “villainous” chairman rose’s son!??!?!?!??!! 

POOR SON BOY IS OVERWHELMED ONCE MORE, HELP HIM.

He actually escapes to the isle of armour + crown tundra as a way to give him time to think about this more (isle of armour: personal time for himself to think alone, crown tundra: chance to spend time with relatives he didn’t know he had) 

OK GENUINE RELATIONSHIP ANALYZATION TIME:

After becoming champion, he really didnt go see rose at all, feeling a plenty mix of frustration, sadness, anger, betrayal, but!! his feelings dont simply surround the “oh the adult I trusted was actually bad and lied to me“ or “wtf hes the dad who wasn’t there for me and is the reason why mom is alone how dare he” IT REALLY WAS A MIX OF BOTH HGHHGHH

But its BECAUSE he was close to him in the first place that he knows rose wasn’t just….straight up a bad person or a villain

The important part here was that rose and D were close during the challenger part, and our lad had a lot of time to think about how he was simply a good, misguided man

rose is very passionate about the things he cares about, to the point of doing anything and everything for them (ex. Awakening eternatus for Galar’s sake to the point of accidentally getting darkest day, or even working hard for Miriam’s sake to the point of accidentally never being there for her anymore) 

Yeah, d talked to a whole lot of people to think this over. He learned what happened between rose and his mom while talking to her, and D also learned what happened between peony and rose to further understand what’s up!!

In the process, I like to think both Miriam and peony dont hate rose! D was also an important factor in helping the both of them realise and clear up a few things, and at least, in their minds, stay on good terms with rose 

During both DLC arcs, D is silent at first but slowly n surely starts sending small letters to Rose :’))

YAY ACTUAL INTERACTION????

After a lot of thought on his self-journey, its safe to say that D had felt a lot more comfortable, finally talking to rose after the galarian star tournament arc !!

Ive mentioned before, but its not like D has to start from scratch since they had a good relationship as challenger and chairman beforehand anyway

D wants a dad! He does want to meet his dad, and at the same time rose regrets not making time for his lover and future family, so I’d say after pushing away the initial negative awkwardness they do both have the same, genuine goal in mind to talk to each other and build a good relationship with each other!!!!!!

Ive also said before but like ONE OF D’S FEARS IS…..”WHAT IF I MEET MY DAD AND HES TRANSPHOBIC” YKNO???? So knowing that rose already thinks hes already perfect in his eyes, IT REALLY DOES WONDERS TO A YOUNG BOY YKN O ?? ? ? ? ?? 

Uhhhhh honestly I really dont know how jail works and shit sO LETS JUST SAY D VISITS REGULARLY IF HES NOT BUSY WITH CHAMPION DUTIES!!!

Also I have nO idea what oleana means by “WHERE IS CHAIRMAN ROSE” cos like….iSNT HE JUST VIBIN IN JAIL??????? Lets just say he is sdghjjhsdhj

TL;DR

D had a lot, and I mean A LOT, of time to think about Rose. He does not have any ill intentions or feelings towards him, and the two have a hopeful, slowly budding father-and-son relationship. 

#kamiart #i ansr #how dare you enable me #7.5k words..........THIS IS INSANE. #trainersona #chairman rose #Miriam (mum) #peony #there are so many words here I just hjjahsghjhjHJAJGSHHJSA #IS IT TOO MUCH #HAHAHAHAHAHA #I HOPE ITS GOOD LIKE #UH #CHARACTER STUDY KINDA #LMAO

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Fictober 21 - 17 “I’m with you, you know that”

Fanfiction

Fandom: Mass Effect

Summary: Well... time to face the music. Alistair’s got to turn himself into the Alliance after his adventures through the Omega 4 relay. At least he’s not alone, but it’s hard to give yourself up when you’re not the only one at risk. But hey, his sister has his back... that helps.

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Well… shit.

“Commander, we’re closing in. Still time to turn around if you change your mind.”

Oh, he wanted to…

Alistair sighed as he shook his head. “Keep him steady, Joker. I promised I’d go in when everything was finished.”

Technically, everything was very NOT finished if you asked him. The Reapers were still out there, breathing down their necks. They could attack at any time, and he should be out there fighting them. Instead, they were leaving FTL on the way to make an appearance with the Alliance. As far as he knew, it was going to include handcuffs.

Hopefully there was no perp walk involved. He would hate for his niece to see that, especially after he’d told her it was going to be ok when he gave her Saren for safe keeping. He was already facing God knows what, he didn’t need to be a liar on top of it.

“You know this is fucking stupid, right?”

A shadow had fallen across the floor of his quarters. Alistair didn’t need to look up to know it – it was stamped into his memory, like the beat of his own heart. That was why he didn’t flinch as she approached.

Of course, he knew it was stupid, but it was the right thing to do…

Bo scowled as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Fucking boy scout… you’re turning yourself in after what we saw?”

“I promised Hackett. It’s not exactly smart to go back on a deal with an admiral.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair in order to push it back from his face. “Besides, I need him to see the footage we took when we went through the relay. If the Council won’t listen, at least the Alliance might.”

Even as he said that, he knew the words were hollow. Nobody was going to believe him, not even with video proof of what the Reapers had been doing. Hell, you think them wiping out 90% of the batarians would have helped, but… well, nobody liked them honestly. When it happens to someone you don’t like, it’s hard to care.

They would, of course, care when the Reapers did it to their planet… but that wasn’t happening yet.

“Yeah, we’re fucked.” Bo’s deep-set frown only got worse as she looked over at Saren’s now empty tank. “You’re going back to get him when this is all over, right? He’s just on loan to Kelly…”

Her words stirred the anxiety in his stomach. Honestly, Alistair didn’t know. For all he knew, there was a bullet with his name on it waiting for him when they touched down. More likely than not, he was going to be in jail for quite some time as they sorted out just what he had been up to since coming back to life. Technically, he supposed they could get him for working with Cerberus – but then again, it wasn’t like he’d done it willingly. He’d taken their supplies and fucked off as soon as he could, though that didn’t mean much to military tribunal. They needed someone’s head for this, and his was ripe for it.

Who knows how bad it would have been if he’d gotten the message from Hackett about the batarian system…

“At least he’s somewhere safe for now. She’ll take good care of him.” He sighed once more. “You know, you don’t have to go with me. I was your CO; you could just say you were following my orders. Maybe they’d let you off easy…”

Bo snorted at this and shook her head. “Nobody’s going to fucking believe that, and if you weren’t so anxious you were about to piss yourself, I’d punch you for that. Where you go, I go. That’s how this works, Al.”

Yes, but there was a difference between following him into hell and allowing herself to be arrested for something she technically had no control over…

That time she did punch him, but it wasn’t at her full strength – still hurt though. As he winced and rubbed his rapidly bruising arm, her burning red eyes pointed straight at him. When she got like that, there was no arguing with her – just listening and hoping she didn’t start using her biotics.

“God, I thought therapy was supposed to help that martyr complex of yours.”

And he thought punching krograns in the face on Omega was supposed to help with her aggression issues, but clearly neither of them were getting what they’d hoped for…

“It’s not…” he sighed, shaking his head. “Nobody else has seen what we have. At least one of us should be out there trying to convince everyone the Reapers are about to get us.”

That earned him another snort. “Only one of us can talk-no-jutsu people to death, and it ain’t me. I’m better on the inside, making sure you stay alive. We both know that when shit hits the fan, you’re the only one who can convince them.”

Well, clearly, he was doing an excellent job of that… only wound up wiping out most of an entire species in the process.

“Stop blaming yourself about the fucking batarians, Al. We didn’t get the message, and we didn’t destroy the fucking relay. That’s on Hackett.”

Ok, he was all but convinced Bo was a mind reader now. Why hadn’t he gotten that biotic power?

“Shepard, we’re entering the Sol system. You should probably get down here for when the Alliance realizes we’re here.”

Well… time was growing short. Alistair nodded as he picked up his old N7 jacket from the back of his chair and threw it over his (in Bo’s opinion) bony shoulders. She followed behind him as they left his quarters behind and headed down the elevator towards the CIC. Honestly, it was a miracle it worked at all after going through the relays…

But it was a miracle he was alive after fucking dying, so maybe he just spontaneously generated them.

“Joker knows they’re probably going to arrest him too, right? Like he legit joined up…” Bo’s voice didn’t sound too worried about that as she leaned against the wall, waiting for the doors to join up. “You’ve got the excuse of being dead, not sure what he’s going to say.”

Alistair chuckled despite himself. “Probably the same thing you’re going to have to say when they ask you.”

“I don’t think ‘fuck off, I’m a Spectre and I do what I want because the Council said I could’ is going to work for him, but he’s free to try it. Maybe he’ll get a laugh out of them before they throw his broken ass in jail.”

Yeah… unfortunately the Spectre line wasn’t going to work for their pilot. Then again, he wasn’t too sure it was going to work for Bo either. At least she got points for trying, though he wasn’t sure on what scale. Usually when it came to Bo, all he could see was red when she made decisions. No doubt she was about to get a few more notches on that belt…

Unlike him. After all, he was the boy scout.

The elevator doors opened, and both of them walked through to face the CIC. Since they had been through the relay to rescue the crew and stop the Reapers, plenty of patches had been completed to keep the ship running. It wasn’t perfect, but the Normandy could fly and take a hit from something other than a Collector ship. Since Alistair doubted the Collectors were in the Sol relay, he could at least breathe easier there.

What was less easy to breathe over was noticing who wasn’t there. They had dropped quite a few of the crew off on the Citadel so they could make their way back to their respective bases or planets to try and convince their leaders the Reapers were a big deal. All he could hope was that they succeeded – they were going to need all the help they could get.

It didn’t make the empty feeling any easier, but at least he could understand it.

“Hey, look. There’s Uranus.”

Bo’s finger was pointing out the window – indeed, at Uranus. Was it weird that was one of Alistair’s favorite planets? There was a joke there, him being gay and all, but it wasn’t hitting him then as he watched it speed by. They were growing closer to Earth and whatever was waiting for them.

His feet took him to the cockpit, next to Joker and the now unleashed EDI. If he hadn’t been freaking out of his skull, he would’ve asked them a couple questions about what it was like being an unshackled AI. Unfortunately, that would have to wait – he had to turn himself in.

Damn his need for answers.

“Looking a little pale, Shepard. We can still turn around if you want, they haven’t picked up on us yet.” Joker’s hands were a little tight on the controls, and the tension showed in his voice as well. At least he wasn’t the only nervous one.

Bo snickered at this. “Nope, the boy scout’s turning us all in. You should start working on that statement to the tribunal, neither of us have coming back from the literal fucking dead as an excuse.”

“I’ll just tell them they need somebody like me to fly if they expect to survive the Reapers. Should work like a charm. If not, you two can use your Spectre statuses to get me out of jail. After that, we hotwire the Normandy and get the hell out of there. They’ll never see it coming.”

Oh, totally… they were just going to park the Normandy in some docking bay. It be the easiest heist in history…

Despite the anxiety, Alistair chuckled. “God, we’re so fucked.”

“Totally fucked.” Bo added, sounding almost amused. “But hey, you can talk your way out of it for us.”

He was good, but he wasn’t THAT good…

Regardless, they were getting closer. Uranus was behind them, and there were only a few planets left between them and Earth. No doubt the Alliance’s sensors had started to pick up on the new ship in the system. If their techs were worth anything, they’d have the specs on hand waiting to pull them in.

So… now it was just a waiting game.

“Do you think they’ll hail us at Jupiter or Mars?”

EDI’s glowing ball answered before anyone else could get a snappy, self-depreciating remark in. “Incoming call from Alliance intel.”

Well, apparently they were calling now. So much for making it to the asteroid belt.

Alistair sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Patch it through. Looks like it’s time to face the music.”

The line popped and crackled, and soon they were in. Surprisingly, it didn’t sound like a busy command center. Whoever was calling them, it wasn’t from the rank and file. That left plenty of people, but it didn’t narrow it down completely…

“Shepard. Good to see you’re alive.”

Ah, Hackett. Well, at least it was someone he knew.

“Barely, but we made it through, Admiral.” He paused, looking around at the CIC. Anxiety was at an all time high, and he couldn’t blame them. “I’m here to make good on the agreement and turn myself into the Alliance. I just ask you go easy on my crew. They were only following orders and already almost got killed for it.”

Hell, some of them had even watched their fellow humans get turned into jelly to feed… whatever that thing had been. In his mind, that was punishment enough. No way he was sleeping soundly after that, he could still hear the damn thing in his nightmares… though at least it replaced the thresher maw. That was nice. He could appreciate some variety in the things that went bump in the night.

Hackett was quiet for a moment. “Shepard, you’re asking a lot. You I could excuse, but…”

“Council says I can do what I want, Hackett.” Bo cut in, her voice hard. “So, make good with the kissing ass and we can just glide right in.”

Alistair winced a little at the sudden remark, but he didn’t say anything. Confrontation made her worse sometimes. Besides, he was willing to take all the help he could get to convince the admiral. If it took his sister sassing the head of the 5th fleet, he would take it gladly.

Was that insubordination? Probably… but they were still Spectres, so they were in a weird gray area when it came to chain of command.

“Good to see you haven’t changed much, Shepard.” Hackett almost sounded amused. “I’ll see what I can do. You’re both still going to have plenty to answer for once you touch down. I hope you brought plenty of evidence with you.”

Alistair couldn’t help but snort. “Ask someone in intel about the gatherer. You’ll see all their info came from wherever the Normandy was.”

“And we got a video of the human-reaper nightmare baby. Might as well share the fucking nightmare with everyone.”

That shut the admiral up. Hell, everyone in the room went quiet. Leave it to Bo to nuke a conversation like a pro. In a weird way, Alistair admired that. She just didn’t give a fuck sometimes and it was a quality he sorely lacked. Or maybe he had too much giving a fuck… was not giving a fuck a quality?

Yeah, he was avoiding reality right then… could you blame him?

“We’re going to need to take a look at that when you drop down.”

No shit.

“They’re giving us the docking bay to turn into when we hit Earth, Commander.” Joker was punching carefully at the consul – they had used up all their medigel, so if he broke any fingers, they were going to stay that way until they hit Earth. “I’m going to assume if we don’t go there, we’re going to get shot.”

“Following the plan sounds like a good idea.” Alistair sighed but shook his head. “Admiral, I’m serious. You want me, then my crew needs to be safe. I think I’ve done enough for you to get that guarantee.”

Normally, he wasn’t the type to leverage his work against people. However, there were a lot of people relying on him, not knowing if they were about to be jailed – or worse. If he had to play a little dirty, he’d do it. That’s what it meant to be in charge of people.

“Like I said, it’s going to be dicey. You’ve got a lot to answer for…” Hackett’s voice trailed off, then returned a few moments later. “We’ll talk once you’ve been processed. Hackett out.”

The line went dead, and Alistair’s stomach turned. They were getting closer to Earth, enough that he could start to make out the blue dot that marked humanity’s home planet. As many times as he saw it, it always took his breath away. Even though he hadn’t been born there, something about it still made him weak in the knees.

Now… well it was mingling with his anxiety.

“Well… almost time.” Bo’s large hand found his shoulder. “I’m with you, you know that.”

He smiled again as an ill-timed chuckle bubbled up from his lips. “It be hard to run away, unless you want to do an impromptu spacewalk to the Mars archives.”

And then his head was shoved down.

“Ass. Just for that, you get to walk out first when they march us out.”

Now he was laughing again as he got out of her grasp. “That’s my job as CO, you know. Not much of a threat there.”

He needed that moment of levity as the universe came rushing to meet him. No doubt there wouldn’t be much to laugh over in the coming months. If he were lucky, he’d only be in jail until the Reapers showed up and made their lives hell. If not…

Well, the Reapers showing up would make for a fine jail break.

Still, his stomach refused to settle as Earth appeared in front of them. Down there, the Alliance was waiting for him. It was time to bow his head and tell them just what was going on. Even with his info, part of him doubted they’d believe him. They hadn’t before – and then a Reaper had dropped down on the Citadel.

You think that would give him a better history, but what would he know… he was just the guy who had survived the Reapers more than a few times. Why listen to him?

Man, he was going to be asking that a lot… the next couple of months were going to suck. Maybe he should have just gone pirate like Jack had suggested… fuck. Sometimes it just didn’t pay to be a boy scout...

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