#ate: lucia

[albywritesfiction]

Omg it must KILL Helene to see MC still being treated like a member of the family- the twins always running to them for hugs, the Queen being like their second mom, watching them tell a joke and making the King laugh. Even the acknowledgement provided in that very too-cool teenager way by Ræ. Like Helene honey that’s the king and queen’s best friends’ kid who was practically raised under their roof, you cannot compete 💅

Hello Anon!

Oh yeah

Even though Aedan doesn't like his stepfamily (so Helene doesn't really need to care about them either), she absolutely cannot stand that whatever she does, she can't get as close to them as MC is

(Sorry Helene, it's not you, it's your vibes.)

(Oh wait, I guess it is you then)

[eimids]

Big bad flight

Lionesses x reader

Ok but imagine this lucy during this fic.

kinda part 2 for emotional support water bottle but also not. Just a blurb about reader being scared of flying.

Warnings: flying, angst but 90% fluff, probly full of mistakes

You were supposed to be flying to spain to have a match against them. Spending your childhood in England, you rarely travelled. At least not by plane. Although you were 19, you only have been only once in a plane. But now being part of the lionesses, meant flying.

You didn’t admit your nervousness to anyone. You just wanted to brush it off and get over yourself. The day of flying came too fast for your liking. You had training, some recovery, dinner and then you were supposed to go to the airport and take off.

Training went quite smoothly and recovery was nice. You got a massage from one of the physician’s at it helped you to take your mind off of the stress of flying. During dinner though, you barely ate which didn’t go unnoticed by your teammates. Lucy was eyeing your plate and you most of the dinner. She didn’t say anything, just decided to keep an eye on you.

Esme was really helping your nerves when she sat down with you in the bus. She talked about making a bracelet for you and was asking what colors you wanted. You went with basic blue and pink. She then tried to teach you how to make them but it didn’t really work out for you so you just laughed and gave up after your third attempt.

When you arrived to the airport your nerves kicked in again. Lucy noticed how you went silent and weren’t you usual talkative self. For you, now was the time you realized that you were actually going to have to be in a medal cage in the air. It sounded horrible.

“You okay kiddo?” Lucy asked when she walked to you. She took your bag in her arms to carry it for you.

“Yeah I umm” You started but didn’t find the words.

“It’s okay to be nervous” Lucy said which confused you. How did she know? “I noticed you’ve been a bit weird all day so I just figured it was about flying?” Lucy told you.

“Yeah I’m not really used to traveling by plane and I just don’t like the idea of being kilometers in apart from the ground” You answered truthfully. It felt nice to talk to Lucy about it.

She continued to talk to you as you made your way through security, baggage claim and all that. Then it was time to board the plane. You stayed close to Lucy the whole time. She was your safety net during this flight.

“Ooh is someone scared of flying?” Kiera teased you as she noticed you were paler than usual and not talking at all.

“Shut it Kie” Lucy confronted her girlfriend. She knew that it was enough for you to be scared, you didn’t need the teasing.

You sat in a window seat with Lucia next to you. Kiera sat in the isle seat. During this all you had your water bottle secured on your backpack. It was the other thing that calmed you down. Sipping from it once in a while, it calmed the nerves to have a familiar activity.

You were fiddling with your fingers and scratching your cuticles. Lucy just took your hand in hers and squeezed it. You started to plai with her fingers instead of your own. Playing with her rings and listening to miss Swift was enough to get you through the take off.

Your nervous tick being drinking from your water bottle came with the fact that eventually during the flight you had to leave the comfortable safety of your seat and walk to the bathroom.

You didn’t want to bother sleeping Lucy and just walked to the bathroom of the plain. Just then the turbulence kicked in. Just in time when you locked the door and started to pee.

Your heartbeat quickened and tears were brought to your eyes. You quickly just washed your hands and went back to your seat that was your safety. Lucy was there. Having been woken up by the turbulence.

“Come here sweet” She said and opened her arms for you. You sat in your seat and leaned yourself on her arms. They secured themselves around you. The pressure felt nice.

“It’s okay y/n, we’re about to land” It was Kiera this time that talked to you.

You nodded and stared to play with Lucy’s rings again. It was distraction from the shaking of the plane.

Quick enough you were landing. It was a big relief for you and the lump in your throat was washed away. Lucy gave you a smile of assurance that this would stay between the three of you.

When you got off the plane you were quickly the same bubbly girl the whole team knew and loved. You were quick to catch up with Less and Ella. They were laughing with you the whole bus ride to your hotel.

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Sweet little blurb <3

[scarlavein]

glaze kinda ate her but this is my part for DMC fan week day 3: underappreciated characters! i drew lucia from memory so its a bit funky but i truly do love her character so much, i hope we get to see her again

[imtooscaredforthis]

Entrapment

Chapter Twenty Four: Unexpected

Mentions of: Dubcon/noncon themes, stabbing, death, and murder, etc.

A/N: some more pervy Johnny for you lmao

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @moonshineinasippycup @stwbwwychan @vandeaad @the-fandoms-georgie

“I feel like we haven’t talked in forever. How are you? How is everything?” Rachel asked as the two of you exited the building together and walked to the parking lot.

“I’m good. Work has been pretty good. Jed is a great partner.” You admitted with a shrug.

“I’m sure he is. You guys getting along good?” She asked with a teasing grin. “Yeah- what’s that look for?”

“Nothing. So you guys are close?” You don’t like where this is going.

“I mean, yeah- but..” You scoffed when you noticed Rachel’s smug grin. She’s onto you.

“Will you quit it? He and I are just friends. He’s like a brother to me.” You lied.

Rachel laughed at that. “Bullshit. I’m not dumb. I can tell when two people are fucking, and you and Jed totally are. But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. No judgment here.”

Before you could finish your conversation, the two of you split up, and she went to her car, while you walked home. You looked over your shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before you called after her.

“Jed and I aren’t- we’re not fucking, okay?! We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night, babe!” She called back. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you walked off, trying to ignore how flustered she had gotten you.

It’s fine. She won’t tell anyone. At worst she’ll just keep teasing you like this. Even if it was annoying, there wasn’t much you could do about it.

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Once you got back home, you changed your clothes and had a glass of wine to wind down. But you didn’t relax, no. You never relax anymore. How could you when you know he’s still out there, harming more innocent people? Jesse, Lucia and Nate all deserved justice. You weren’t going to rest until you got it for them.

As you ate your dinner, you stared at the bulletin board you put up on your wall, with pictures of Ghostface’s victims, reports of his last sightings, and anything you could find. You managed to make some connections as to where he would find his victims.

You did find quite a few that went to Walleye’s but there were still inconsistencies here and there. All you knew was that most of them were average people, middle class and normal, which makes it even harder for him to figure out who he’s after next.

You stared at the board for a little while, before sitting down on your couch, running a hand through your hair. With all the time you had been spending with Jed, you haven’t been able to focus much on this. But today, he was out sick, giving you more room to think about Ghostface, even if you didn’t want to.

With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed the remote, clicking on the TV.

“Breaking news: Couple Marie and Carlton Thomas have been found dead in their home this afternoon.”

You stared at the screen in complete shock as a photo of them flashed onto the tv, listening as it continued. “The couple was found by a neighbor this evening when they noticed that their back door was open and their dog had escaped. They were stabbed to death, both having almost twenty wounds each. So the question we’re all wondering is: could this be another Ghostface murder?”

“We’re still figuring out motives, but the possibility is there. We’re working as hard as we can to catch this guy and all we can say right now is follow the curfew and lock your doors at night, and if you see anything suspicious, don’t be afraid to say something.” The sheriff said.

You couldn’t watch any more of this bullshit. You reached over and shut off the tv, sighing softly. Staring at the black reflection of the screen, you realized someone was standing behind you.

“Boo.” You sprung up from the couch, gasping in surprise. You turned on your heel trying to face him straight on. You moved so fast that you stumbled forward, causing him to catch you.

“Careful there, sweetheart, we don’t want you getting hurt do we?” Ghostface cooed in that same condescending tone. You tore yourself from his grip, glowering at him.

You stepped back into the kitchen, grabbing a knife and raising it threateningly. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

How did he even get in? How did you not notice him? He has been standing behind you while you were watching, and you were completely vulnerable. He could’ve easily killed you, but he didn’t. He was toying with you.

“Oh, come on, Dollface. Don’t be like that. I missed you. And from what I can tell, you missed me too.” He gestured to the bulletin board on your wall, before walking over to you. He took slow steps, like a predator ready to pounce.

Just because he didn’t want to kill you didn’t mean he didn’t want to hurt you..but you knew attacking him would only end badly. You lowered the knife slightly, but didn’t let it go.

He moved swiftly, grabbing your wrist and slamming it against the wall, making you drop the knife. “There you go. Good girl.”

“What do you want from me?” You couldn’t help but ask, angry and fearful. “What? Can’t we just have a nice little chat? You’re the one who pulled out the knife.”

He released your wrist, letting you go. “I think it’s time we catch up. You’ve been doing a lot lately, haven’t you? Had a lot of fun with your little Boy Scout?”

“Boy Scout? You mean-”

“Your little boyfriend? Jeb or Jed or whatever? The one who’s helping you write articles on me? Yeah, him. I’ve been watching you two..and you really seemed to be enjoying yourself, slut.”

You felt yourself grow flustered from humiliation and embarrassment. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Awww you want to protect him, how sweet. Don’t worry, toots. I’m not planning on it. As long as you behave, that is. Though I will say, I am jealous.” You felt his other arm hook around your back, the cool blade pressing into you and making you arch forward and into his touch, and his hand moved from your wrist to your chin, tilting your head upward while he examined your body.

“Such a pretty thing. I wouldn’t mind having you myself.” He pressed his knife into your back, forcing your waist to press against his, feeling his hardness.

He forced your shirt upwards, and you tried to stop him, but he smacked your hands away. He smirked. “No bra? How naughty.”

He eyed your tits, while you squirmed slightly in his grip, trying to get him to stop, but the harsh press of his knife and his groin managed to get you to still. His gloved hand caressed your breasts, before sliding down to your stomach.

“Yeah, we’re definitely gonna have some fun later.” You could hear the lust and smugness in his voice.

“What makes you think I would want to do any of that with you? I don’t even want to touch you! I hate you!” You hissed in disgust.

“Oh, I know you do. But you don’t have a choice do you? Not if you want your friends to live.” He leaned over and pressed his mask to your ear, his voice lowering. “You think Jed’s good? I’ll have you screaming and crying for me. And you’ll love it like the good little whore you are.”

He slightly ground his hardness against you, and you bit your lip to hold back a whimper. He removed his knife from your back, pressing it against your front instead. With the flick of his wrist, he cut your stomach, causing you to cry out.

“Just something to remember me by. Don’t worry, I’ll be back, and we’ll have fun very soon.”

He let you go, stalking off into your bedroom, and leaving out the side window onto the fire escape.

Yeah, you need to change your locks.

[creative-heart]

"My thoughts will echo your name"| Esteban Kukuriczka

Chapter four: "No one has to know what we do."

Lucia’s notes: First off, I’m so sorry about last chapter, might have been a bit of a downer, but I trust me, it’s gonna get better soon. We’re back to the usual POV now. BTW the playlist “my hot girl revenge era” really exists on Spotify and it’s amazing.

+18 ONLY: If you’re no interested in reading the smutty part, please stop reading at “Whatever you say babygirl”; you can go back to reading at the next cut.

Playlist: 

Bejeweled- Taylor Swift

Wildest dreams- Taylor Swift

Could you love me when I hate myself- Lily McAlpine

Love in the dark- Adele

August- Taylor Swift

Starving- Hailee Steinfeld.

Ready for it- Taylor Swift

Content Warnings: Some not too heavy smut, mainly a makeout session; Social Drinking; mention to smoking.

Word Count: 2.4k

Five days, five whole days had gone by since that night when Y/N had told Lucas to leave the apartment, not one single text or call to check how she was doing, much less him coming home and as much as the hazel eyed woman wanted to pretend like it didn’t hurt her, truth is she had been laying on the couch in her pj’s without moving, just watching Grey’s Anatomy for the fifth time. Y/N was curled up on the couch one evening when she heard the front door but she stayed in the way she was, not enough energy to move to see who it was, coming into her place. “Oh. My. God, babe….nuh, hell no, you need to get your shit together” she heard the voice of her best friend Gabriel coming in from the living room’s threshold as the tall guy made his way to her pulling the blanket off of her and turning the tv off she whined.

“Gabi, nooo. let me, I’m in the best part” Y/N protested pointing at the tv without looking at the arched brow on the black haired guy.

“You know Grey’s by heart, don’t know what this fucker did now, but I’m taking you out, you haven’t answered to my calls or texts in days, come on” as she reluctantly let her friend pick her up from the couch and walk her to the bathroom “also, you smell, and your hair is so greasy I can fry an egg on your head, you’re not this, come on, you take an all in all shower and I’ll make you something to eat, we’re going out tonight bitch” he smiled turning around and going straight to the kitchen after leaving Y/N to stare at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. As she took her image in, she rubbed her face and stepped into the shower letting the steaming water run through her body washing that week off her body, mind and soul; maybe Gabriel was right and going out would be good to her, after all, it was clear that Lucas wasn’t thinking about her, so why should she be sulking over that wanker.

Forty minutes later, she finished blowdrying and styling her hair, her staple beach waves adorning her strawberry blonde locks, she took her makeup bag out and looked at her friend who came into the room with a sandwich just as she said “Alexa, play my hot girl revenge era playlist” as …Ready for it? by Taylor Swift started playing through the speaker Gabriel handed her the plate. “This is my bad bitch bestie!” he smiled turning around to look at the outfit laid out on the bed “damn, red lace top, leather pants and jacket, you going out to eat! I love” Y/N chuckled as she ate her sandwich while doing her makeup. Once they were ready they ordered an Uber and headed out.

“Ok, so…you know how I am obsessed with Andy from La sociedad de la nieve? well, I saw he will be at this club tonight, so, that’s where we’re going, I ain’t asking, just letting ya know mkay?” Y/N chuckled softly nodding knowing that if Andy was there, there was a chance that Esteban would be and she bit the inside of her lip, because why did the thought of kuku being there made her insides flutter and the heat rise in her whole body, she hadn’t told Gabriel about the whole Esteban thing tho, and she decided to keep it that way.

“I’m gonna get so drunk tonight” Y/N chuckled as they got out of the uber before making their way inside with the passes Gabriel had secured for them. As soon as the blonde set foot in the club, she headed to the bar to get herself a drink needing to keep her mind quiet only knowing that way to do it. Y/N rested against the bar looking out into the dancefloor as she downed her mojito, searching for her first victim, determined as she was to two things, get herself drunk, and secure a hot man to make her forget about the fact that the man she had loved for 5 years had all but forgotten about her in the last week. She knew she was the one who had told him to leave, but Y/N never thought he wouldn’t come back after that night, they might be in a horrible spot, but Lucas was still her boyfriend, and in some way she still loved him, or maybe it was just the comfort of knowing what it was like.

As soon as Esteban walked into the club with the guys later that night, he could see Y/N. She was up on a table dancing and immediately a mixture of feelings cursed through his blood. A perfect combination of lust, desire, rage at seeing how the other men around her gawked and touched her legs and protectiveness over the fact that she was clearly intoxicated, the cigarette hanging from her lips quite a sexy sight as she moved to the beat of the music. Without even hesitating about it, he made his way across the dancefloor swiftly, he didn’t give a flying fuck anymore about Lucas, if he wasn’t going to take care of her, he would. When he got up to the table where Y/N was he pushed the men aside and looked at her “Y/N can you please get down from that table?” he held his hand out for her. When Y/N heard that voice over the music she knew exactly who it belonged to, only Esteban’s voice could send a jolt of electricity down her spine straight to her center and she turned around to face him shaking her head moving down just so she was at his level.

“Now…why would I handsome? can’t you see how many gentleman are offering to get me drinks?” she smirked whispering in his ear biting her lower lip as she moved in front of her face stopping just mere inches away from his, staring down into his eyes and kuku swore she could see right into his soul, those Hazel orbs were so deep and entrancing. Before she could get away he picked Y/N up in his arms, his hands resting on the back of her thighs just below her ass cheeks and put her down from the table walking away. “Esteban put me down” the girl said in a tone she hoped to be firm and demanding but that much against her will came out breathy and whiny. Once they were far enough from that table and closer to the rest of the guys the brown eye guy let her down purposefully running his hands up Y/N’s sides which caused a new wave of electricty and goosebumps to course through the younger one’s body.

“Whatever you say babygirl” Esteban said looking straight into Y/N’s eyes his hands resting on the girl’s exposed waist. Her skin is as soft and warm as he had dreamt it would be. His eyes switching between the blonde girl’s eyes and lips as she spoke, not that he could hear what she was really saying all he was really thinking about was how much he wanted to kiss her right now, press her against his body and finally taste her lips. As Y/N kept complaining about what a killjoy he had been for taking her down from the table she found herself quite intoxicated, not only by the booze running thought her bloodstream but also by the taller guy’s perfume flooding her senses, she couldn’t think straight, his hands were still on her waist, her boobs pressed to his chest and she could see how dark his eyes were while looking at her.

Y/N didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that she couldn’t deny anymore how hot Kuku was but she grabbed his shirt in her fists to pull him down to her crushing her lips to his, her eyes fluttered closed and she felt the sigh escape from the eldest lips and she took the chance to deepen the kiss as they started fighting for dominance in the kiss. Esteban’s hands slowly moved around exploring Y/N’s body at the same time as he pulled her closer to him if that was even a possibility, the soft moans escaping the girl’s lips taking his chance to tug on her lip as he pushed her up against a nearby wall her hands wrapping around his neck holding him closer to her as his lips trailed down her jaw to her neck slowly kissing all over, each touch setting a fire on her skin that lingered after he had moved on to the next. When kuku placed a kiss onto the spot right under Y/N’s ear she moaned into his ear closing her eyes as she could feel the smirk on his face right before he bit down on it gently.

Before Y/N could even stop herself she pressed her center to his, eager to feel as much of him as she could without taking their clothes off, but as soon as kuku felt her doing that his hands went back to her hips and he pulled himself apart a bit biting his lip, their breathing heavy and irregular with desire and need. He looked at the girl and leaned in whispering in her ear “as much as this is turning me on, and no matter how much I wanna take you home and fuck you right now, you’re one, quite drunk, and two, still my friend’s girlfriend as far as I know, and no matter how much of a douchebag he may be, I won’t do that” kuku rested his forehead against hers closing his eyes and while Y/N wanted to hit him for cutting of the moment like that, the fact that he was so respectful made whatever she was feeling inside her at the moment for him, grow stronger and she nodded looking at every single one of his freckles.

When Esteban pulled up outside of Y/N’s place he turned around to find her looking at him “wanna come in for a cup of coffee?” she smiled softly, her eyes still slanted from the alcohol pumping through her “I swear I won’t try to jump your bones…not that I don’t want to” she whispered the last part hopefully quiet enough to not be heard by the elder guy, but judging by his smirk, she hadn’t been successful “I just wanna thank you for bringing me home, plus I think you could use the caffeine”.

The brunette nodded getting out of the car with her and locking it before walking into her place as he looked around “so…Lucas isn’t here?” As soon as she had stepped foot into her home Y/N remembered the state of the place and hurriedly picked up around so that it wouldn’t look too messy shaking her head “no….truth is….he hasn’t been here for the past 5 days” she bit her lip hard as admitting it outloud made it all the more real. Once she had thrown everything out of sight she went to start the coffee pot and rested against the countertop looking at kuku, was that a slight smile she saw on his face?

“Have you two…broken up then?” He knew he shouldn’t be this happy over this possibility, a break up is always shitty but he couldn’t help but feel at least hopeful over the chance of things working out for him. He sat down on the kitchen island in front of Y/N.

“Well…not in so many words no, I mean, not officially, but we did have an argument, five days ago, I told him I didn’t wanna see his face around here that night and he left, hasn’t come back, texted or called since then.” She whispered the last part wrapping her arms around her own body and looked down to the floor to try and blink away those stupid tears that shouldn’t even be there in the first place. Kuku frowned seeing her upset and reached out pulling her to him gently making room for her to stand between his knees and hugged her tight kissing her head.

“Honestly….if he doesn’t see the kind of woman he has standing next to him he’s even dumber than I thought, it’s his loss, truly, if I were lucky enough to be in his place…” he mumbled cutting himself short when he realized what he was about to say when he saw Y/N look up at him with glossy eyes. He sighed  gently wiping her tears from her cheeks and took a deep breath before picking up where he left off, there was no use on denying what he felt now, even more so after seeing her cry, he only wanted to protect her and take care of her “If I were lucky enough to be in his place. I’d make sure to show you how important you are to me, I would do anything and everything in my power to help you achieve your dreams, you’re a wonderful person, gorgeous inside an out from what I’ve gotten to know you, and you deserve to have as your partner someone who sees how special you are and helps you shine on your own, who builds your light up, not someone who tries to dim you down.” Y/N kept looking at Esteban, not only could she look at him all night because he was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen, but hearing him say that, not only made her insides burn with desire, it made her heart swell with love.

That night, standing on that kitchen floor between Esteban’s knees, she understood two things, not only she didn’t love Lucas anymore and was determined to officially break things off with him as soon as possible, but she was also falling in love with the man in front of her, she was falling fast, she was falling hard, and she was falling deep in love with him and this was either gonna be the love story she was gonna tell her kids, or the break up that was gonna ruin her life. But either way, she was ready to find out.

Lucia’s notes: I told you all it was gonna get better didn’t I? and you haven’t seen the half of it! If you wanna be tagged in coming posts, please coment below. Also, no comments or likes needed but they are much appreciated. I love hearing what you think!

Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI divider and the section divider, they're amazing!!! go follow her if you wanna find amazing resources!

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[lizbethborden]

Hi again! Yeah, from your bookshelf! You seem well informed and I wanna know the type of stuff you read and might recommend. I don't even know what to tell you for my interests because I feel like I'm just begining. Sorry I'm young and dumb still haha.

#1 you're not dumb and #2 nothing to apologize for :)

Here's some books I've got on my shelves or that I've read:

Men Who Hate Women: From Incels to Pickup Artists, Laura Bates

Pro: Reclaiming Abortion Rights, Katha Pollitt

Women, Race, & Class, Angela Davis

American Girls, Nancy Jo Sales

Lesbian Culture: An Anthology, eds. Julia Penelope and Susan J Wolf

Lesbian Studies, Margaret Cavendish

Hood Feminism, Mikki Kendall

Against White Feminism, Rafia Zakaria

Sister and Brother: Lesbians and Gay Men Write About Their Lives Together, eds Joan Nestle and John Preston

Another Mother Tongue, Judy Grahn

Aimee & Jaguar, Erica Fischer

Mouths of Rain: An Anthology of Black Lesbian Thought, ed. Briona Simone Jones

Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe, John Boswell

The Mary Daly Reader, eds. Jennifer Rycenga and Linda Barufaldi

Hidden from History: Reclaiming the Gay and Lesbian Past, eds. Martin Duberman, Martha Vicinus, George Chauncey Jr.

Testosterone Rex: Myths of Sex, Science, and Society, Cordelia Fine

Speaking Freely: Unlearning the Lies of the Father's Tongue, Julia Penelope

The Resisting Reader, Judith Fetterley

The Double X Economy, Linda Scott

Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture, ed. Roxane Gay

Home Grown: How Domestic Violence Turns Men Into Terrorists, Joan Smith

Intercourse, Andrea Dworkin

The Trials of Nina McCall: Sex, Surveillance, and the Decades-Long Government Plan to Imprison "Promiscuous" Women, Scott Stern

The Politics of Reality: Essays in Feminist Theory, Marilyn Frye

Only Words, Catharine A. Mackinnon

Everything Below the Waist: Why Health Care Needs a Feminist Revolution, Jennifer Block

Witchcraze: A New History of the European Witch Hunts, Anne Llwellyn Barstow

Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Frontlines of the New Girlie-Girl Culture, Peggy Orenstein

Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Men, Caroline Criado-Perez

Lesbian Ethics: Toward New Values, Sarah Lucia Hoagland

We Were Feminists Once: From Riot Grrrl to CoverGirl, the Buying and Selling of a Political Movement, Andi Zeisler

Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution, Adrienne Rich

On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose, Adrienne Rich

Feminism, Animals, and Science: The Naming of the Shrew, Lynda Birke

The Female Body in Western Culture: Contemporary Perspectives, ed. Susan Rubin Suleiman

Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza, Gloria Anzaldua

Flesh Wounds: The Culture of Cosmetic Surgery, Virginia L Blum

Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment, Patricia Hill Collins

Pornland: How Porn has Hijacked our Sexuality, Gail Dines

Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women, Susan Faludi

From Eve to Dawn: A History of Women in the World, Marilyn French

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, eds. Cherrie Moraga and Gloria Anzaldua

Seeing Like a Feminist, Nivedita Menon

With Her Machete In Her Hand: Reading Chicana Lesbians, Catriona Reuda Esquibel

The Disappearing L: Erasure of Lesbian Spaces and Culture, Bonnie J. Morris

Foundlings: Lesbian and Gay Historical Emotion before Stonewall, Christopher Nealon

The Persistent Desire: A Butch/Femme Reader, ed. Joan Nestle

The Straight Mind and Other Essays, Monique Wittig

The Trouble Between us: An Uneasy History of White and Black Women in the Feminist Movement, Winifred Breines

Right-Wing Women, Andrea Dworkin

Woman Hating, Andrea Dworkin

Why I Am Not A Feminist, Jessica Crispin

Sapphistries: A Global History of Love Between Women, Leila J Rupp

I tried to avoid too many left turns into my specific interests although if you passionately want to know any of those, I can make you some more lists LOL

I would suggest picking a book that sounds interesting and using the footnotes and bibliography to find more to read. I've done that a lot :) a lot of my books have more sticky tabs or w/e in the bibliography than in the text so I don't lose stuff I'm interested in.

Hope this helps!

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Lightning Bug - Chapter 6

Previous Chapter // Master List 

Warnings: nightmare, mention of torture/death, Tony is kind of a jerk but it’s okay. 

Word Count: 4.6

America was right, the roof was amazing at night. The lights of the big city danced in the dark alongside the few stars that could be seen. Today was exhausting. You didn’t sleep well because of your nightmare, you met 3 new people, and was physically assaulted by the owner of the bodega. Wanda made you a small plate to eat in your room. You ate two bites and fell asleep. But your sleep wasn’t peaceful as you fell into another nightmare. 

*

You were woken by the familiar sound of the door to your room opening. On shaky legs, you stood up facing the door. You were tired. It had been a long few days of them abusing your powers and all you wanted was sleep and a decent meal. “Hello, my beautiful spark.” You couldn’t remember the man’s name. You weren’t sure if he gave it. 

“Hello, papa.” You said. Your same greeting every time he walked into your room. The man held open his arms. You automatically walked over to him and hugged him. Your body was tense against the contact. He didn’t care as he kissed the top of your head. 

“I know we’ve been working so hard for us.” He said, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. A chill went down your spine. “But we need you to do one more thing for me malen'kaya iskra (little spark) and then you can rest. Okay?”

“Okay, papa.” He led you out of your room and down the hallway. It was a path you’ve taken countless times to the room they’ve kept their prisoners; the people they wanted you to hurt so they could get information. The man opened the door and led you instead. The room was ready for you. Two people were tied up to the chairs while the guards pointed their guns at them. You thought the guns were a little much because who in their right mind would try to escape this hell hole. 

“They have very important information that they are hiding from us,” he placed his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them. “You need to get the information no matter what. Do you understand, malen'kaya iskra (little spark)?” He asked. 

“Yes, papa.” 

“Nachinat' (Begin).” He ordered the guards. They stepped forward taking the bags off their heads. You stared at the bloody face of Annie and Lucia. They were alive. You could see the shallow rise and fall of their chest. Why were they here? You looked at the man. “What is it,  malen'kaya iskra (little spark)?” 

“Why are they here, papa?” You asked. “They didn’t do anything wrong.” It was against the rules to question an order but you had to know. The punishment came quickly. The man hit the back of your knees and you crumbled to the ground. You let out a small cry as you caught yourself on your hands. 

“I am going to pretend you didn’t ask that.” He grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look up at him. Tears began to form in your eyes. “Now do as I asked.” He tossed you to the ground. You stood up, whipping the dirt off your knees. Annie was looking at you. She was smiling. Why was she smiling? Did she know what they were asking you to do? You shook your head. 

“No,” you said. “I won’t do it.” You knew it was the wrong answer. You waited for the blow but it never came. Instead, the man walked in front of you, blocking your view of Annie and Lucia. 

‘What did you say?” He asked. His tone sent a chill down your spine. You looked up at him. 

“I said no. I won’t hurt them.” You sounded a lot braver than you felt. He was going to kill you and you were okay with that. He held out his hand and a guard wordlessly put a pistol in it. The barrel was put under your chin and you waited. 

“Wait,” Annie called out. The man dropped the gun and looked at the woman. Lucia was now awake. “It’s okay, sugar. Do what they want.” She said to you. You shook your head. 

“Mija (darling),” Lucia said. “It’s okay.”

“No. No. No. I won’t do it!” You yelled. “You can’t make me do it.” The man sighed, moving back behind you. You felt the barrel of the gun twist through your hair. 

“I’m so disappointed in you, malen'kaya iskra (little spark). You were my favorite. My sweet girl.”    

*

The bullet went off as you woke up. It was different when you were with papa. Instead of Annie and Lucia, it was a married couple with their son. You refused to hurt them. He didn’t twist the gun through your hair, he killed the little boy. So, you made your way to the roof to get some fresh air and let energy out. You were holding it all day. It was becoming too much. You began to feel it all over your body. You closed your eyes and let the energy overcome you. Once it passed, the weight on your chest lightened. But you felt dizzy, a headache was forming behind your eyes. You whipped the blood that dripped down your nose on the back of your hand, wondering how long it would take for your mind to stop creating these scenes. ‘It gets easier.’ That’s what Yelena said but you wanted it to be easier now. ‘You have a whole group of people to lean on.’ Was Natasha right? You were learning to open up to them, giving them small details of your past but not the full story. Would they look at you differently? Could you trust them to not hurt you when you told them? You sighed and stood up, stretching your arms and legs before heading back into the tower. You didn’t want to go back to your room, nightmares seem to be common there. 

The tower was so different at night. It was quiet, still, peaceful. It was a whole different world. You walked down a hallway when you saw a light on in a room. You froze, not expecting another person to be up. “I’m coming to bed soon.” You were surprised by a woman’s voice. “Tony?” She questioned. You heard the clicking of heels approaching the door and your eyes went wide as you stared at the CEO of Stark Industries. “You aren’t Tony.” 

“Your Pepper Potts.” You said. She nodded. 

“I am and you must be the newest addition.” You slowly nodded, still in shock of who you were standing in front of. “I still have some work to do. Would you like to join me? It gets kind of lonely.” 

“Sure,” you said, without hesitation. Pepper smiled and walked back into her office. You followed. 

“Do you want something to drink? Tea? Coffee?” She asked.

“Tea, please.” You walked over to her wall of framed photos. A majority of them were photos of her at press conferences. She had some with Tony, Peter, and the other Avengers. But one picture caught your eye. It was Pepper at a youth center. You found yourself in the picture among the other kids. “I was there.” You pointed to yourself in the picture. Pepper stood next to you. “You donated a bunch of old gaming stuff and toys to the center.” You looked at her. The CEO was staring at the picture. “You were the first person to treat us like regular kids, not a charity case.” Pepper nodded, smiling as she took the picture off the wall. 

“I remember this day,” she said. “You kids were so full of light.” She sighed, placing the photo back onto the wall. The whistle of the kettle went off and you jumped from the unexpected sound. The CEO went to take the kettle off and poured the boiling water into the two mugs. “I always wanted to do more for you.” She handed you a mug.

“One person can’t fix the entire homeless problem,” you told her, adding a little sugar and honey into your tea. “We appreciate everything you’ve done as CEO of Stark Industries. We can tell you care unlike some people that use us for a photo op.” She smirked. 

“Are you referring to Eleanor Bishop?” She asked. You gave her a shy smile. “Yeah, I don’t like her either.” She went to sit behind her desk. “Can I ask why you are up at this hour?” 

“I could ask you the same question.” You said, sitting in the chair in front of her desk. Pepper rolled her eyes, waving her hand across her desk. It was covered in paperwork. “A nightmare.”  You confessed. You weren’t sure why you admitted it to the CEO. Maybe it was because you knew her before coming to live with the Avengers. She put a file down she picked up to give you her full attention. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You sighed, shaking your head. 

“Not really.” You looked at the papers that covered her desk. “Can I help you with this? I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

“Your presence isn’t a burden,” She said. “But if you are offering, I'm not going to say no to help.” She handed you a pile of folders. “Can you file these in that cabinet?” She pointed to the file cabinet behind her desk. “The files in there are already in alphabetical order.” You nodded. It was similar work to what you did at the bookstore. You moved to sit in front of the file cabinet. Pepper turned on classical music to fill the quietness as you both worked. 

It was easy work that silenced your mind and distracted it from your nightmare. Even though it was simple work, it made you feel like you were earning your place here. You put the last file in its spot and stood up. “Do you have more?” You asked. She handed you a few more. 

“That should be the last of them for tonight.” You nodded, working on the last batch of files. “Thank you for your help,” Pepper said once you were finished. “You saved me from having to stay up an extra hour.”

“Of course. Thank you for the tea,” you were actually tired. “I’m gonna try to get some sleep. It was nice meeting you.” You smiled, heading to her door. 

“Wait.” You stopped, looking back at Pepper. She was going through her purse and pulled out her wallet. The CEO stood up and walked over to you, handing you 25 dollars. 

“I can’t take this.” You said. 

“Yes you can. You did work for Stark Industries and as its CEO I have to pay you.” You still didn’t take it. “I don’t want to violate child labor laws.” She deadpanned. You laughed, taking the money. 

“If you need more help you know where to find me.” You said. 

“I’ll hold you to that. Goodnight Y/n.” 

“Goodnight, Pepper.” You left the CEO’s office and headed back to your room. Surprisingly, you felt happier and lighter than ever.  

*

You were surprised to see the run shining through your window when you woke up. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and picked up your phone. It was 11:30. You’ve never slept this late before. “Miss. Y/n,” Friday said. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” 

“I did.” You said, standing up and headed to the bathroom. You were in desperate need of a shower. 

“I’m glad,” The AI said. “Ms. Romanoff and Ms. Maximoff is on the common floor with the others. They ask for you to join them when you are ready.” You thanked the AI and turned on the shower. The hot water was a relief as your muscles felt a little sore. You ignored it. The plan was for you to wake up and ask Natasha to take you to the store. You wanted to buy a bookshelf with the money Pepper gave you. The idea of having a job that paid you filled you with excitement. You could buy books, or chocolate, or fries. The possibilities are endless. 

You got out of the shower and stared at the clothes in your closet. The idea of wearing the same long sleeve and pants seemed rather annoying. The problem was the clothes hid your scars. Were you ready to show that part of you to them? You sighed, grabbing a short sleeve shirt. It had the old SHIELD logo on the front. You still wore pants and rubber gloves but it was a start. You grabbed the money and headed to the common floor. 

*

It was loud, not noise level but energy. Everyone was on the floor. Natasha and Wand were sitting at a table with Pepper. The kitchen had Kate, Yelena, and Sam in it. They seemed to be cooking lunch but you weren’t sure. Vision was playing chess and Rhodey was on the couch. You didn’t see America. You took a steady breath and walked over to the couple. Wanda looked up with a smile. “Well good afternoon sleeping beauty.” She joked. You felt your cheeks heat up. 

“I guess I was more tired than I realized.” You said. You caught Pepper sending you a smile and wink. 

“Your body apparently needed it,” Natasha said. “What’s up, kid?” You held the money in your hands. The Black looked confused on how you got the cash but she didn’t question it. 

“I was wondering if you could take me to the store,” you said. “I want to buy a bookshelf.” The money in your hands was taken from you. You spun around to see Tony Stark. 

“Where did you get this?” He asked. Your throat went dry at the question. 

“I uh.” You stuttered. 

“Did you steal it?”

“No!” You defended. “I - I didn’t steal it.” Your mind was transporting you back to group homes where you stood in front of other kids and were accused of something you didn’t do. 

“Cut it out, Stark.” Natasha said, standing up. Tony smiled at the Black Widow . There were too many eyes on you.

“It was just a question, Rushman.” Tony said. You didn’t recognize the name. He was playing between his fingers. “We can’t have a criminal living with us.” Their voices became white noise around you. The only thing you knew was they were yelling, they were yelling about you. You were the cause of it. You were the problem. A parasite. You. You. You took off running back to your room. Did they call your name? You weren’t sure. You needed to run. 

It was quick work to pack your bag with everything. You didn’t have much. “FRIDAY,” you said to the AI. “Don’t tell them where I am.” The AI was silent for a beat. 

“As you wish, Miss. Y/n.” You strapped your backpack on and ran down the stairs. You didn’t stop running. 

*

Natasha’s jaw hurt for how much she was clenching it. She watched the teen run off, away from the noise. The Black Widow wanted to follow her but she needed to deal with the billionaire in front of her. “Do you ever think before you speak?” Pepper beat her to it. Tony scratched the back of his head. 

“I may have overstepped.” He said. Natasha sighedd, pinching the bridge of her nose. “To be fair it looked a little suspicious that she had money.”

“There is a better way to ask her than accuse her of stealing and calling her a criminal in front of everyone.” Wanda said. 

“It was a joke!” Tony defended himself, throwing his arms to the side. Natasha rolled her eyes. 

“You told a joke to someone who barely knows you.” Sam said from the kitchen. 

“Then who gave her this cash?” Tony asked, holding the money up in the air. 

“I did!” Pepper said. Natasha was surprised by that. She didn’t know the CEO met the newest addition to the tower. Everyone looked at the CEO for her to continue. She closed the folder she was working on, folding her hands and rested them on her chin. “She had a nightmare and was roaming the halls. I met her and she helped me file some paperwork.” Pepper sighed. “She wouldn’t take it at first.” That sounded like the young girl. 

“See,” Tony said, pointing to his wife. “You could have just said that.” Natasha slowly stood and walked over to the billionaire, taking the cash from his hands. 

“You will fix this mess,” Natasha said. “Or I will make your life a living hell.” The Russian watched Tony’s Adam apple bob at her threat. He nodded. “Good.” She went to the elevator and took it to her floor. She wasn’t surprised that Tony made an ass of himself for the first meeting but she wished it was going to be different. “Hey kid,” she said, knocking on the door. No answer. She moved the handle and it opened easily. The Black Widow walked into the surprisingly quiet room. A feeling of dread washed over the redhead. “Y/n.” she called out, running over to the bathroom and threw open the door. It was empty. Her closet was missing her backpack and clothes. Even the newspaper clippings that were hung up were gone. The only thing that was still there was the phone resting on the nightstand. “Shit.” She turned around to leave the room and ran into Wanda. 

“What’s wrong?” The witch asked. 

“She’s gone.”      

*

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” Annie asked, placing a cup of hot chocolate in front of you. You shook your head, stirring the spoon around the mug. The marshmallows began to melt in the hot liquid. Annie sighed, sitting down next to you. “Did something happen at the tower?” Instead of answering, you blew on the drink and took a sip. 

“I wish I never met them.” You said. 

“I don’t think you mean that.” You looked up at her with a shrug. Before Annie could say anything, the bell of the store rang and she left the office to deal with the customers. Part of you believed what you said to Annie. You lived with the Avengers for two and a half days and that short amount of time, they filled you with so much hope; hope that you were safe, hope that they were different and hope that you finally had a home. But it was what you told Lucia was right. You were damaged goods, nothing came easy to you. You were cursed. You hated them because for a small moment you believed your curse was broken. You sighed, closing your eyes as a few tears fell down your face.    

*

Natasha held open the door for Wanda as the couple stepped into the cafe. The bell alerted Annie from her office. The older woman’s eyes went wide as she saw the couple. “Well, isn’t this a surprise.” She said as Natasha and Wanda walked up to the counter. “What can I get for my favorite customers?” Natasha knew she was deflecting, hiding behind a flattering phrase to distract them. She was here.

“We just want to talk with her.” Natasha said. The owner sighed, making two cups of coffee. The Black Widow was patient as Annie finished and placed the two mugs on the counter.

“She’s in the office,” Annie finally said. “I don’t know what happened between you and her but it really hurt her.” 

“Two words,” Wanda said, blowing on the coffee before taking a sip. “Tony Stark.” Annie rolled her eyes. 

“That boy needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.” Natasha smiled. 

“We’ve been telling him that for years.” The Black Widow said. “We won’t force her to come back if she doesn’t want to.” Annie nodded. 

“I’ll go talk to her,” Natasha made a mental note to buy Annie a very expensive gift with Tony’s credit card. The older woman walked back to her coffee, closing the door behind her. Wanda grabbed onto Natasha’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze. 

“Do you think she’ll come back?” The Russian asked. The witch sighed, staring into the coffee. 

“I think so,” she finally said. “We just have to be patient with her.” The office door opened. 

“She’ll talk to you guys.” Natasha never felt more relieved. 

*

You watched as the door opened again and the couple walked in. Wanda closed the door and they sat down in the empty seats. The witch smiled. “You gave us quite a scare.” You frowned, you didn’t want to worry them. You just needed to get out. 

“Pepper gave Tony an earful after you ran off.” You still stayed quiet, afraid to say the wrong thing. “We know you didn’t steal it.” 

“Can you tell us why you ran away?” Wanda asked. 

“I was scared.” You confessed. “There was so much yelling and-” You stopped. 

“It’s okay, you can tell us.” Natasha encouraged you. Did you want to tell them? Would they look down on you? You looked down at your hands. 

“I’ve been accused of stealing before,” The Black Widow knew the instant at the bodega. “It wasn’t me but I got blamed for it and I was punished.” 

“What did they do to you?” It was an off the record foster home, Mr. and Mrs. Barrera. They were an older couple that allowed homeless kids to stay in their home. Nearby churches and food banks would donate supplies to the couple. They had a good heart but the problem was anyone could come and go as you pleased. His name was Steven. He was saving money to buy a bus ticket to Chicago and one day it was gone. 

“He hit me,” you told the couple sitting in front of you. “He wouldn’t stop hitting me.” Mr. Barrera had to pull him off of you. You looked back at the couple. Wanda had a deep sadness in her eyes while the Black Widow had a rage similar to when the shop owner wouldn’t let go of you. “So I ran. I didn’t want to get hit again.” 

“I want you to look at me,” Natasha said. You hesitated but looked into her green eyes. “I want you to really hear me. No matter what you do or how mad we get at you we’ll never lay a hand on you, okay?” 

“Okay,” you said. You wanted to believe her. You wanted to make a home with the Avenger. 

“You don’t believe her.” Wanda said. You shrugged, playing with the spoon in your hot chocolate. You only took one sip of the drink. 

“It’s hard,” you said. “I’ve been promised that before and by the end I've been left in bruises. Life hasn’t been kind to me.”

“No, it hasn’t,” Natasha admitted. “You’ve been dealt a shitty hand.” You smiled. “But you are a good kid.” Your smile fell. 

“You don’t know that.” 

“Yes we do,” Wanda smiled. “You couldn’t have so many people that care about you if you weren’t a good kid. With everything you’ve gone through, your heart is still good.” Your lip started to shake and your throat burned as you kept the tears at bay. 

“You guys are the first people to see that,” you cleared your throat. “I’d like to go back home if that’s still okay.” The Black Widow’s smile grew. 

“That offer never expires,” she said, standing up. “Let’s go home, kid.” 

*

You were anxious as you rode the elevator to the common floor. Natasha and Wanda said Tony wanted to apologize and he was waiting for you there. You just wanted to put this whole situation behind you and move on. The metal doors opened and you stepped out. The floor was empty, a stark comparison to this morning. Tony stood up from the couch as soon as he saw you. You froze immediately. Pepper kept sitting on the couch but you noticed her eyes were trained on the billionaire. “I think we got off on the wrong foot.” 

“You could say that.” You said. Natasha and Wanda stayed behind you. It was a nice feeling knowing they had your back. Tony scratched the back of his head. 

“I made a joke and it was wrong of me. I’m sorry.” He apologized. “I can’t promise I won’t do it again because I probably will.” Pepper rolled her eyes. You smiled. 

“I accept your apology.” Relief washed over the billionaire’s face. 

“That is a relief. You just saved me from a night in the dog house,” You smiled. 

“Tony.” Pepper said. Her tone made you stand a little straighter. “What else?”

“Right,” he said, snapping his fingers. “I want you to save your money and I want to build you a bookshelf.” Your eyes widened. “Would you like to join me in the lab to help me build it?” You looked at Wanda and Natasha behind you. 

“It’s up to you, kid.” Natasha said. Wanda smiled. You looked back at Tony.

“Uh, sure.” Tony smiled, clapping his hands together. You were surprised you didn’t jump from the sound. 

“Come on, kid. We got work to do.” 

*

You were surprised how organized his lap was with how extra the billionaire was. It was empty, which you were grateful for. Tony sat down in his chair. “So what kind of bookshelf are we thinking of?” He created a hologram of a bookshelf you would see at Lucia’s book store. 

“Are we not going to make a regular bookshelf?” You asked, sitting down in a chair. He sent you a look that said, ‘Do you know who you're talking to?’   

“Kid, you like in a building powered by an AI system that I created. You aren’t going to get a ‘normal’ bookshelf.” He added the quotations around the word normal. You smiled, your cheeks were starting to hurt for how much you were smiling. “So tell me your dream bookshelf.” 

You were getting a real deja vu moment as you created your dream bookshelves with the billionaire. It was when you were younger. Caleb wanted a new bed, a bunk bed that every kid in his class had. You weren’t surprised that your father went to the store that day and bought him the new bed. They spent all day building it together. Your mother was at her church group so you snuck upstairs and peeked into your brother’s room. Every instruction, every step your father gave Caleb and when he did it he was praised for a job well done. 

“Hand me that screw driver.” Tony said, pointing to a table with tools. You walked over to the table, picked up the screwdriver, and handed it to the billionaire. 

“Thanks kid.” He began to use the tool but stopped and looked at you. “Do you want to do it?” He asked. 

“Me?”

“It’s your bookshelf, you should help build it.” He handed you the screwdriver and got out of the way. You knelt down between the two pieces of wood. “So if you turn it to the right you will tighten it and if you turn it to the left it will loosen. We went to tighten the screws together so we need to turn it to the right.” You nodded, placing the screwdriver in the grove of the screw and twisted it to the right. The two pieces of wood began to move together until they couldn’t move any closer. “Great job. Ready to do the next step.”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you for this, Tony.” He smiled back. 

“Don’t mention it. If you ever need anything let me know.” You nodded. “Alright! Let’s build this bookshelf!”

[cowgurrrl]

Heya. Love the work, could we please get some Joel with the twins?

Hi! Thanks for the sweet words!! I hope you like this!!

Beautiful Girls

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: oh I love them

Summary: Your first night at home with your twins

Warnings: slight description of birth complications, NICU stay :(, new parent exhaustion, mention of Sarah’s husband!!, breastfeeding, idiots in love

When Sophia and Violet are born, they're small. Of course, you knew they would be. They're twins, and they were likely to be born earlier. Besides, Sammy was small too. You thought you had it handled. Sophia is born first at a whopping five pounds three ounces. Small but not too scary. She cried on your chest the second she entered the world, her little hands feeling your skin for the first time as she got acquainted with being outside your body. But Violet weighed four pounds eight ounces, and she didn't immediately cry. Your doctor put her on your chest, rubbing her back, as the nurses suctioned fluid out of her mouth, but she was silent. You looked at Joel, terrified, before looking down at her and watched those big brown eyes open and heard her wail. You sighed in relief and kissed her head, and you thought that was it.

To make a long story short, Violet spent a day and a half in the NICU because her lung function wasn't what it was supposed to be. Chump change compared to some of the babies that have been there for months, but seeing her hooked up to oxygen to stabilize her breathing ate you and Joel alive. Meanwhile, Sophia wouldn't breastfeed because she had a lip tie which made the entire process difficult for both of you and required intervention. You both cried for a long time, bouncing back and forth between the NICU and your recovery room as you scrambled to make the best decisions for your daughters. Needless to say, by the time you're discharged to go home a whole four days later, you're both exhausted.

Sammy falls in love with the girls and takes turns holding each of them even though he barely looks big enough to hold a baby. Daisy cautiously smells the girls' heads before giving them the gentlest kiss on the cheek and lying back down. She never was very interested in Sammy when he was this small. You give it six months before the three of them are partners in crime. Sarah, Ethan, Ellie, and Dina come home to meet the girls, which is no small feat considering how busy their own lives are. Hank and Lucia are scheduled to fly in later next week to help around the house and meet their newest granddaughters. Your house is a mess, and there's basically nothing in your fridge besides dinosaur chicken nuggets and apple sauce packets, and you would stress out about it if you didn't watch the love of your life interact with the lives you created.

After the older kids settle in their bedroom and Sammy begs to crawl into bed with Sarah and Ethan, you and Joel stay in the living room where you've sat since you came home from the hospital. He's holding Sophia on one knee and Violet on the other, and he just looks at them. You don't say anything because you're watching him watch them, but you wonder what he's thinking about. You wonder if he's memorizing their features to see if they're truly identical or not. You wonder if he's remembering when Sarah and Sam were babies. You wonder what he sees when he looks at them. Does he see the way their noses curve exactly like his? Or the way their cupid's bow bends like yours? Or the way that you can already see the wavy pattern in what little patch of dark hair they have?

He's gorgeous like this. His hair is a beast from all his worried tugging and playing, and the bags under his eyes are dark even though his frames cover them. He's wearing a loose flannel so he can unbutton and do skin-to-skin with the girls if he so chooses, and his soft smile is almost gentle enough to make you forget about the pain throbbing through your body.

The trance breaks when Violet fusses and wakes up Sophia. Like clockwork, you and Joel step into action. You take Violet in your arms, already unbuttoning your shirt to feed her, as he snuggles Sophia to his chest to get her back to sleep. There's a mess of tangled limbs and caught fabric, making Violet cry in that shaky newborn tone you were so used to when Sammy was born. You shush Vi and get her latched while Joel hums a song you can't make out. In seconds, both girls are content and quiet again, but Joel is still humming. You tune into the melody and try to place it, smiling when you can, even through the baby-shaped fog in your brain.

"Are you humming Van Halen to our daughter?" You ask, and he smiles, all bright and shy. You can't help but smile too.

"Gotta start 'em young, right?"

"Whatever you say, Miller."

Being a family of seven was never on your radar when you met Joel, but now that it's here and it's real, and you're each holding a perfect baby girl while your other three kids are sleeping upstairs, you can't imagine anything else. You're almost positive you would take this as sleep-deprived and pain-ridden as you are over anything someone could ever offer you. How could you not when Joel looks at you like you made the oceans and the stars while holding one of your newborns, his wedding band catching the lamplight as he hums Van Halen to her? And you're almost positive this is what love is meant to look like— not just perfect dates or surprise flowers but the long, hard nights spent rocking babies to sleep and still finding ways to hold each other even when you're on opposite sides of the couch.

[albywritesfiction]

Do Helen and MC ever crossed path before? Did Helen and the Royal Family? Will we be able to choose the relationship between MC and the rest of the Royal Family or is it already good?

Hello Anon!

Yep, Helene, MC, and the Royal Family have all met before at a ceremony they had when the title of Saintess was officially bestowed upon Helene.

As for the relationships between MC and the members of the Royal Family, most of them are pretty set already, but how good the relationship is depends on each person

King Ærick and Queen Lucia would be on pretty good terms with MC (and I just realized while typing this that Duke and Duchess Argentius would have definitely asked the king and queen to be MC’s godparents 😅).

The second eldest among Ærick and Lucia’s children, Princeps Ræ (ze/zir), hasn’t really seen MC since the whole saintess ceremony thing because ze’s been studying at the academy-I-still-need-to-name and ze has been living at the student dorms since ze entered the academy. And, you know those like, calm and relaxed people who you think would be pretty cool to hang out with but then you kinda get intimidated by their epic coolness? Yeah, that's pretty much the vibes that Ræ gives off

Ædric’s twin sisters, Princess Mælianna and Princess Særina, both adore MC and want to be like them when they grow up. I think for them, I'll provide options to determine their relationship with MC because they're 6 years old and I'm aware that not everyone enjoys interacting with children. (But bless their little hearts, they'll understand, give MC space, and really try their best to not bother MC by showing them the pretty flowers they picked from the garden that match MC's eyes as calmly as they can 🥹)

For the family of Prince Ædmund (King Ærick's younger brother), they're like, friendly acquaintances now since they don't live at the palace anymore (they moved out 4 years ago when the son, Cælus, graduated from the academy at 18), but they all think highly of MC 😊

[letsgetrowdy43]

What my Aus did for New Year last night!!!

The Littlest Hughes au—

Honey and Quinn stayed in last night with baby Warren!! Honey is pregnant so she can’t party, and if Quinn’s wife isn’t going out neither is he!! So instead they stayed in, ate Chinese food, and watched ‘Rocketman’ because Quinn had never seen it and Honey was appalled by that fact. They put Warren down early and just cuddled, shared a kiss a few heated kisses at midnight, took a shower together and went to bed shortly after!

The Windy City au—

The Blackhawks are on a roadie so Connor and Lucia didn't ring the new year in together, but she made sure to call him as soon as all the screaming died down at some random house party on her school's Campus. “Happy New Year baby,” she slurred as he smiled at her bubbly voice, “wish you were here, wanted my New years kiss, but it's okay, you'll just have to make it up to me when you get home” she mused as she listened to Connor’s smile growing as he spoke, knowing that he was probably flustered by her suggestiveness. Let's just say he's counting down the seconds till he's back in Chicago to give her a long-awaited New Year kiss.

Tiny Dancer au—

Sunny is in Jersey with her brothers (and will be there until after the Canucks play the Devs) but she's out bar-hopping with the boys and some girls. Adam calls her just after midnight to wish her a happy New Year, she hates that she can't ring it in with him, but she's super happy to hear that he's having fun. They share a few drunken ‘I love you’s’ before hanging up and returning to partying. Luke and Jack do not let her live down how flushed and smiley she is just from a simple phone call

Always an Angel, Never a God au—

Angie was invited out by Jonas and a few of the other Swiss players to join them and their girlfriends at the bar. She feels a little out of place amongst them, Nico can sense it, so he stays by her most of the night. Angie can tell that's what he's doing so she tells him she doesn't need him to play emotional support captain for her all night, and he simply just shakes his head and pays no mind to her words, hugging her close to him as he sings along to ‘Mr. Brightside’. At the countdown, Angie really, and extremely drunkenly contemplates kissing him but decides a kiss on the cheek is a much safer option. Nico is all red after it, deeming 2024 his year after her red lips press against his stubble-covered cheek!!

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[notgonnaedit]

Healer's Hands

Summery: When 16 y/o Althea Aaun's home is lost to the Clone War, she must find her way in a squad of rejected clones

Chapter 1: The Attack

Maater list

"Thea! Thea!"

16 year old Althea Aaun looked up from her journal. Her younger brother, Thao was running up to her, with something in his hands.

"Look what I caught!" He said excitedly. He opened his hands revealing a cartofrog. 

Althea smiled. "Good job, buddy. Those are hard to catch."

Thao grinned. "I'm gonna go show Mom and Dad!" The 9 year old ran off towards the house, leaving Althea to her journal. She was documenting herbs and wildlife that could be used for salves and remedies.

She would carefully sketch out the plant before going over it with ink and coloring it, adding helpful notes along the way. The journal was her father's, old and leather bound. He had started it for Althea's mother for the family apothecary, but since he spent most of his time in the fields, Althea had taken it up.

A light breeze rustled her long black hair. A trait her whole family shared. Anyone in the village could recognize an Aaun by their characteristic black hair and yellow eyes. 

Althea looked down to her journal. She had filled it up quite a bit with drawings of herbs and berries. That's probably enough for today. She thought to herself. After all, it was midday and she hadn't helped her mother in the apothecary yet. She closed the journal, leaving the pencils and pen inside, and wrapped the thin leather cord around it, binding it shut.

Althea stood up and dusted herself off. Her planet of Elstar was a grassy plain, and she didn't want any grass stuck to her pants. She began to walk to her house through the village. It was a small village, only about 100 people. Everyone lived in thatch huts woven from thick stalks of grass. The thick grass grew to be taller than Althea and about as wide as her arm. The thatch was perfect for the climate. It was always warm, the perfect spring weather. In the winter it rained, and that wasn't fun.

Althea hated to be cooped up inside. Not when she could be running through the fields or documenting herbs.

As she walked through the village, familiar faces waved to her. Some were mothers with their children, others farmers harvesting the crop, but Althea knew them all. She reached her own home, which was larger than the rest. The front served as an apothecary, with a counter and several shelves with medicine and remedies. A curtain covered the doorway leading into their main room, where the Aaun family ate and cooked. There was an upstairs with two rooms. One for Althea and Thao, and one for their parents.

Althea's mother, Lucia was standing at the counter, her hands occupied by a mortar and pestle. Her long brown hair was tied back in a bun, with elaborate braids woven throughout. "Nice of you to show up." She said.

Althea put her journal on the counter. "Well, I'm here now."

Lucia put the mortar and pestle down. "You can do this now, while I prepare the balm."

Althea took the pestle and began to grind the herb. By looks alone she would have never been able to tell what it was. It was ground to a paste after all. But the smell was poignant, so she could tell it was smellweed.

Smellweed, it was used as a kind of smelling salt. When ground into a paste, it was smeared on an unconscious person's upper lip to wake them up. Althea had made this thousands of times, but she would never get used to the smell.

"Did you see Thao caught a cartofrog?" She asked.

Lucia nodded as she rolled the balm in her hands. "He's out showing your father now." There was a moment of silence, the only sound being the mortar and pestle. Lucia was the one that broke it. "Althea," She started. "Do you ever want something more?"

Althea shook her head. "No, why?"

"You don't want to see the galaxy, or even meet someone from somewhere new?"

Althea looked up at her mother. "I'm happy with running the apothecary, Mom. Why are you asking me this?"

Lucia put down the ball of balm she was rolling. "Well, your father and I, we just want what's best for you. The apothecary isn't everything, Althea, and we want you to be happy."

"I am happy." The girl told her. "I like learning to heal."

Lucia opened her mouth to say something, but she stopped halfway and formed another word instead. "All right."

Althea continued to grind the herb, her thoughts drifting to what her mother was going to say. But before she could, heavy footsteps sounded from the door. 

Her father, Josta, came inside with Thao on his shoulders. "How are my favorite ladies doing?" He asked.

Josta had black hair that was always messy, a thick beard, and bright yellow eyes, just like this kids. His hands were strong and calloused, but he was always gentle with his family. He took a giggling Thao off his shoulders and set him on the floor.

Lucia smiled at her husband. "How was work?" She reached up and kissed him, making her children make gagging noises.

"It was just fine." Josta walked over to Althea. He was way taller than her, even though she took after him and was almost as tall as their mother. "How's my half pint doin'?"

"Dad," Althea drawled. "I'm almost as tall as Mom."

"That's not sayin' much." He mumbled jokingly. Lucia scoffed and threw a towel at him, a smile on her face the whole time. Althea grinned and turned back to her work. Why would she want to see the galaxy when she had this? 

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That night, Althea lay in her bed. She was just beginning to fall asleep when she heard it. The sound of ships. Immediately, she shot out of bed and moved to the window. Thao was already there, his yellow eyes wide with shock. 

In the field behind their house, hundreds of battle droids were advancing. Althea only knew them from the descriptions the merchants gave in the market. They all carried blasters, and several men and women from the village were running out, and they had blasters.

Althea ran to the stairs. She found her father walking to the door, his hunting rifle in his hands. Her mother was trying to stop him. "Josta, don't."

"Stay inside, Lucia. Protect the kids." He left without another word.

Lucia began to cry, and Althea moved to her. "Mom, what's going on?" Thao stood next to her a few steps away.

Lucia wiped her eyes. "Go back to bed." She reached for the door. "I'm going after your father."

Before Althea could protest, her mother was out the door. Thao began to cry. "Thea, I'm scared."

Wrapping in her arms, Althea began to tell him to would be okay, but she knew it wouldn't. Suddenly, Thao ran out of her grasp outside. She ran after him. "Thao!"

She found him not far from the house, watching in terror. She couldn't blame him. Their village was in flames, and the field behind their house was littered with bodies. Althea laid eyes on a familiar one. Her mother.

Thao saw it too, and ran towards it. "Mama!"

"Thao, no!!" Althea ran after him, jumping over the carnage swiftly. But her brother didn't stop, he ran all the way to the body, and when he saw it, he paled. Althea finally caught up to him, but he ran off again. This time, towards the Separatists' ship.

Althea began to run after him again, but a shape pain in her leg stopped her, and she collapsed to the ground. She didn't black out, but she wished she had. The pain was nothing like she'd ever felt before. It stung worse than when she a stung by a cartobee. She felt as if she was lying there for hours, and she needed to do something.

But what was it? She needed to get something. No, someone. A sharp gasp escaped her. Thao!

Althea tried to get up, but the pain was too strong. She gritted her teeth, grunting in pain as she got to her knees. It was too much, but she had to. She let out a growl as she got to get feet. She scanned her surroundings. Thao was nowhere in sight. But something more worrying made itself known to her.

A battle droids raised it's blaster, not even 20 feet away from her. Althea closed her eyes, accepting her fate. A shot rung out. But she was alive.

Althea opened her eyes and saw the battle droid, now with a smoldering hole in it's head. It fell to the ground, and Althea looked up to see who had saved her.

Not too far away, she saw a glint in the field. The glint moved, and there stood a man in black and grey armor. It was too far and too dark to make out the details, but Althea thought she saw a sniper rifle in his hands.

Suddenly, a loud cry rang out. But not one of despair like Althea expected. It was one of joy. "Yeah!!"

Althea turned and saw three more men in armor fighting droids. One was way taller than the others and was smashing droids. Another in white armor used a blaster and detonator. The third used a combination of a blaster and a knife, using the latter as a bayonet sometimes.

The girl watched in amazement. In no time, every single droid was dropped on the ground. But the village was gone, and everyone was dead.

The man from the grass ran over to the other three, and they began to discuss what happened. Althea limped over to them, adrenaline the only thing giving her courage. These men had to be clones, the soldiers that fought for the Republic. 

As she got closer, Althea could hear their conversation.

"We crushed them!" The big one said.

The one with the knife shook his head, consequently shaking his helmet. "But we didn't save the people, Wrecker. That was the mission."

The one with the rifle crossed his arms. "The mission was to stop the clankers. This is war, Hunter. You can't have everyone."

"Crosshair's right." The one in white said. He was looking at a datapad. "It is impossible to save everyone. We were lucky we even got here."

The one with the knife, Hunter, sighed. Then suddenly, he looked up. Directly at Althea. "Boys, we've got company."

Althea swallowed hard. They all looked at her now, even the one with the datapad. She didn't move. Were they going to kill her? No, that wouldn't make sense, Hunter just talked about not being able to save anyone.

He must have noticed her distress, because he took off his helmet. He had long, dark hair tied back with a red bandana. Half of his face was shadowed by a skull tattoo. But as scary as he looked, his brown eyes were kind. "We're not gonna hurt you, kid."

Althea couldn't find her words. The other clones began to take off their helmets as well. The tall one, Wrecker, had the same eyes. That was the only resemblance he bore to Hunter. He was bald, and half of his face as racked with scars, even reaching to a blind eye.

Crosshair had cropped silver hair, and a narrow face. He slipped a toothpick in his mouth, and again, the only resemblance was their eyes.

The one in white (Althea didn't know his name yet) had short brown hair and goggles. Even with the green tint, Althea could tell he had soft brown eyes.

"W-who are you?" Was all she managed to say.

"Clone Force 99." The one in white said. "We are clones with genetic enhancements that allow us to–"

"Tech, let's not overwhelm her." Hunter said.

Crosshair scoffed. "A little late for that, don't you think?"

Althea swallowed again. "Have you seen my brother?"

They all looked at each other. "Brother?" Wrecker asked.

That's what broke Althea. "My brother!" She yelled. "Thao! He's this big with yellow eyes and black hair like me! He ran off towards their ship and I haven't seen him since!" Tears welled up in her eyes.

Hunter looked at her with sympathy. "Kid–"

"Althea." She interrupted. 

"Althea, you're brother...he's not–"

"He's gone." Crosshair finished.

Althea took a Shakey breath. "No. I saw him go to their ship. He's probably on there and he's scared, waiting for me." She got an idea. A stupid, rash idea that would probably get her killed. "Take me to him."

"What?" Hunter furrowed his brow.

Althea held her head a little higher. "You heard me. Take me to him. The Separatist ship is gone now, it had to have left."

Hunter shook his head. "Kid, there is no way–"

"Actually," Said Tech. "I have just received a transmission indicating there is valuable intel on that ship. We have new orders to track it down."

Hunter closed his eyes and Crosshair sighed. "You had to open you mouth, didn't you, Tech?"

Hunter looked at Althea. "Fine. You can come. But only if you listen to exactly what I say."

Althea nodded, and Hunter did too. "Good, now go see if you can find anything to take."

Althea limped off to her house. When she got there, she realized this might be the last time she ever sees this place. She shook her head. There was no time to be sad. She grabbed a medicine bag for when her mother would make house calls and began to fill it with salves, balms, bandages. She grabbed her herb journal and put it in there too. She didn't know what else to bring. She didn't have use for anything else.

She limped back over to the clones. "Got everything?" Hunter asked.

Althea nodded, gripped tightly to her bag.

"Alright, can you walk? We didn't land far from here." Hunter must've noticed her injury.

"Yeah, I'll be okay." Althea planned on using some salves to heal it later, but right now she needed to get on their ship.

"Alright, let's move." Hunter put his helmet back on, as did the others, and they began to walk through the remains of Althea's home to their ship.

[hoodharlow]

Concept: "why do you insist on raising my blood pressure?"

an: spoiler, jack and monse get together and have twins at the end of the series. their names are ana leticia and ana lucia (lettuce and lucifer) they are three years younger than lil jackie. in this blurb lil jackie is 15 and the twins are about to be 12

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jack watched from the sliding door that lead to the kitchen as his first born hopped the fence from next door. when he saw liliana walk over he shut the door and went to sit on a stool. lalo greeted her and yipped at her.

"shhh, you're gonna wake up evryone." she whispered.

"we're all awake, don't worry." jack said cooly.

"shit." she mumbled under her breath.

"shit indeed. what the hell were you thinking?"

"jack you said you weren't gonna yell." monse yawned entering the kitchen.

"i lied much like your daughter."

"oh he's mad." "lily is gonna get the chancla." the twins giggled.

"a dormir." monse pointed to the stairs.

"which one of you snitched?" liliana turned to her sisters.

"mrs. carusso did," jack said sternly.

mrs carusso was their 80 year old neighbor. she had hedges in animal shapes and she got cameras installed the over week when she noticed that her hedges where were getting deformed. her grandson sent jack a video compilation of liliana hopping the fence and where she's getting picked up in front of her house by a black range rover.

"where the fuck are you sneaking off to?" jack asked.

"to study." she said.

"you expect me to belie-"

"check my backpack." she tossed her backpack across the counter.

"liliana," monse warned her.

"whatever i'm going to bed." she sighed.

liliana pushed passed them and stomped upstairs, slamming her door shut.

"studying? does she think we're stupid?" jack looked at monse in disbelief.

"she has been studying." ana leticia said filling up her hydroflask. "she'd been failing her ap calc quizzes. her teacher sent home a letter where if she didn't pass next two tests she would get dropped and put back in pre-calc."

"how do you?" monse turned to her.

"lucia forged dad's signature."

"why do you three insist on raising my blood pressure?" jack rubbed his temples.

"i'm pretty sure it's all the kfc you ate in your 20s finally getting to you." ana leticia shrugged.

"why didn't she just tell us?" monse asked jack. "we could have gotten her a tutor or soemthing."

"when? between soccer, environmental club, piano and volunteering when would she had time to get tutored?" ana lucia asked, grabbing a handful of blueberries.

before jack could scold her for also being up the doorbell rang.

"who the hell is out here at this hour?" he asked making his way to the door.

liliana rushed down stairs but jack had beat her to the door. he opened it revealing marcus thompson, retired point guard of the boston celtics who now resided in louisville. he was three years older than jack and monse and had a son around liliana's age. the son in question was standing next to marcus.

"hi-hello," jack stuttered nervously, earning a few giggles from the twins.

"hey jack, your kid left her notebook in my car when i dropped her off after their study session at the diner." marcus said, holding up monse's math notebook. he nodded his head to his son. "spencer wanted to drop off her notebook even after i told him to drop it off in the morning."

"thank you, i'll make sure she gets it." he took the notebook.

"we should get going, hopefully we can get more acquainted in more reasonable hours."

"drive safe." jack told them.

he waited for them to pull out of the drive way before closing the door. he turned around and the girls giggled.

"not dad being down bad for spencer's dad." ana lucia whispered to leticia and liliana.

"not you laughing like you're not gonna get grounded for forging my signature to cover your sister's ass." he said in the same tone.

[cerezzzita]

Half angel reader? BET! I like to think they have the same/similar power buffs as Dante (accelerated healing, strength, ect) but would they have an equivalent to Devil Trigger? Would could they turn into? Also which basis of angels would like to use? Like the scary biblical angels, the pretty ones in old art, or based in a game that has angels (my mind goes straight to Bayonetta and its lore)

Notes: *bayonetta's voice* Morning! Yeah, that's me finally answering this, um, request? It is more like an headcanons post, so here I brought y'all some headcanons of my own of what and how angels/half-angels would be in DMC Universe. It took me, at least, months and months of researching because goddamnit- it doesn't looks like, but angels have so many informations about them from Christian to Abrahamic religions, yet I think most of my hcs here came from Christian concept with a mix of DMC Universe, I think. I hope I don't offend anyone with this, btw.

So! Let's rock! Thank you for requesting and enjoy the experience as much as you can! (Again, this is more of an general hcs post, I'm just adding this 4Dante gif bcs it's somewhat I aimed to, y'know, relate + I love 4Dante with all my strength <3)

✦ Sidenote/To start off: Angels in the Devil May Cry universe do not "exist", they're treated like mythological beings and are mentioned throughout the whole series frequently. The DMC wiki suggests that demons once were angels, then there's The Fallen on DMC3 whose appearance is very angel-like and their description says they were in Heaven once. There's also The Seven Deadly Sins — said explicitly that they fell from celestial grace — Lucia's DT, the Angelo Knights (although they're demons but "Angelo" is the Italian word to angel, anyways you got the deal) and many more. I personally believe something happened to them, like, all of them fell and turned into demons, they're hiding somewhere or they were purely extinct… Also, this post is an open-one, that means y'all can reblog and add another headcanons of your own as much as you want!

These celestial creatures and their descendants match with the demons in general abilities such as superhuman strength, speed and durability, healing regeneration, and elemental control. However, there are facts that differentiate them from the infernal creatures, and they are:

Mortals faithfully believe that angels are humanoid beings of ethereal beauty with a singular and grandiose pair of wings. Depending on their placement in the angelic hierarchy, they range from human-like bodies to the most animalistic ones, and those that are "equal" in having a human shape are indeed heavenly beautiful. As for their wings, an angel can have one or more pairs of wings — again, all according to their position in the Celestial Spheres.

Contrasting with the demons' dark color palette, they have a more loaded palette of light tones such as white, blue and gold and in certain cases, brown. In their Angel Trigger, their bodies may or may not evolve further from their humanoid and animal-like molds with a kind of armor made of angelic stone that makes the most "human" angels vary between female and/or male silhouettes, their halos are on display and their faces take on a texture similar to a marble sculpture and do not move as they speak and express emotions; they're also able to control elements such as fire — restricted only to seraphim —, lightning, nature and ice.

As stated before, their ATs are usually able or not to evolve their basic bodies. For example: the cherubim are large and leonine, when they have the Angel Trigger activated, they become a triple combination of angel, eagle, a human head and four pairs of wings of divergent sizes. Seraphim, with a body that merely resembles a human one and with elements of fire for their clothing, become extensive flaming serpentine figures with six pairs of wings.

Angels are literally cold-blooded. Their natural icy blood differs from the warm blood of demons so they can withstand the lower temperatures of high reliefs, cold weather environments, and Heaven itself. Still, it's not a total benefit to the hybrids as thanks to their human half, they constantly need to be warmed up when exposed to these low temperatures for too long.

The halo of angels is made of light and a part of their soul, as it is what carries their identity according to their function in their respective Celestial Sphere, going from the most detailed to superior positions — seraphim, cherubim, thrones — to the simplest for lower positions — principalities, archangels, common angels. Halos, when exposed, can make the angel vulnerable to greater amounts of damage and in extreme cases on a battle, lead them to death.

All hybrids have only one pair of wings, regardless of which angel they descend from. They can measure between 5 to 8 meters in length and the color of their feathers can be entirely white or have brown, golden, silvery or bluish shades. Although they can be summoned at will, they only appear when a hybrid "matures" — around fourteen or fifteen years old —. It's not a pleasant process, the wings don't magically appear, they literally rip the flesh off the back and break some rib bones. Due to the high amount of damage, not all hybrids survive during the appearance of the wings, and those that have resisted the pain are able to regenerate in around two to three hours.

The term used to designate the hybrids, "Nephilim", is extremely offensive since its concept comes from the fallen and impure angels who failed to hide their children from the supreme forces of Heaven. It also refers to the infernal giants that, by their angelic reminiscent appearance, were associated with the heavenly creatures. "Nephilim" is commonly used by demons as a way of offending and despising their children, a remembrance to the angels' hypocrisy. 

Angels and Demons cannot touch each other when using their powers or activating their Triggers during battle. This is also valid for half-angels and half-demons. Once their opposing essences collide, accidentally or not, the sensation will be the same as having been fatally burned, the place hit will present purple and/or blue veins with a golden energy for the angels and another fuchsia for the demons.

ꗃ special tagging: @tefimaysimp @aldryrththerainbowheart

cerezzzita©, 2022 · all rights reserved ⓘ do not copy, edit, steal or claim as yours

[megamew-and-crew]

((Small update, no i will no longer be finishing the gala interactions. Its still cannon though and the trio are home again still waiting on Meg to find her way home…))

Tags i want to highlight:

Megamew Au- anything to do woth Meg and her crew

Stone Takeover- anything to do woth Stone and his crew

Mewten Crew- anything to do woth Eve and her universe

I clarify this because these are three separate universes that will eventually all tangle together for a time. I will be going back to tag the posts woth Stone, Lucia and Dev to make sure the tags ate all up to date.

Ill also be working on chrono links for both my blogs!

Buuut also… a little poll.

Would it make things easier to follow if Stone and his group had thier own blog instead of being on this one?

[nerdieforpedro]

Can't win cariño

Javier Gutierrez x GN reader

Rating: Teens and above

This blog is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 819

Summary: Javier whisks you away for a vacation. Your stubborness leads to some change in plans, but it's Javi. He always manages to figure it out and find one solid way to question his judgement.

Warnings: Javi G being himself, fluff, very soft, two food mentions (because it's been a while - I've got to maintain my Nerdie food cred)

Notes: This is from the wonderful blerb @frenchiereading gave me to work with. Hehe 😘 Your next one will take a bit longer. I did use a few of the pictures you had in the ask moodboard. Do you remember which ones? 🥸

Main Masterlist / Javier Gutierrez Masterlist

“Por favor (please) just a week. Una semana mi amor (A week my love).” Pools of russet eyes framed with sienna tufts of curls wore you down in bed. He could ask you for anything with those orbs. You’d tell him you would think about it and you would. In less than two minutes you’d agree but it did still count. Sort of. 

This time, Javier has whisked you away on a much needed vacation for you both. Work has been mentally draining per usually and even Javier who exudes positivity like a ball of sunshine was a bit dim after back to back meetings with different producers who kept wanting to change different scenes in his scripts which would alter core parts of what he’d written. He didn’t tell you where you were going until you reached the airport. The two of you had gotten in one of the international lines and finally when your tickets were uploaded on your phone, you squealed. 

"Saint Lucia!"

Beautiful white beaches, perfect temperatures, the resort was immaculate. The first day and a half was wonderful as you settled in with Javi and explored a bit. Your first mistake was not checking what temperature the ocean water might be and the second was despite jumping in the water and discovering it was frigid, you splashed around as Javi watched from the beach, wisely only dipping his feet up to his ankles. He was trying to have you come back in after twenty minutes, but it was too much fun. The contrast between the warmth on your shoulders and the cold water splashing intermittently on your body was much too enjoyable. It was over an hour before you finally emerged from the water.

It didn’t happen at first, after coming back in and showering, the two of you showered, ate lunch and cuddled with a movie on the sofa. The sneezing started, followed by the stuffy nose and chills pms shaking you to your core. By the time the sun set, you refused to get in bed with Javi as you hadn’t listened to him and now were ruining your vacation together. A shivering mass under blankets is what you’ve been reduced to. It’s horrible, you feel horrible and you know as sweet as Javier is, he would never tell you I told you so or express his frustration while you didn’t feel well but you know he had to feel both.

”Cariño (sweetheart), you’re coming to bed or I’m joining you on the sofa. I will not sleep alone.” Javier had his arms crossed with a stern look on his face. It’s not a look you saw often, only reserved for when you’re being stubborn like now. You pulled a blanket partially off your head to expose your eyes and top of your head. You kept your nose and mouth covered to try and control your germs. 

“I’m not gonna get you sick. I need to stay over here. I’m so sorry Javi. I hadn’t been able to play around in water like that for quite awhile. Let me stew in my ick here.” The same pout that had let you on this trip, now was looking back at you. Your retreat inside your blanket cocoon was swift to avoid it. Javier was not one to give up. Settled inside the blankets, you cursed your sickness only to feel then ripped from you and a sudden exposure of air to your skin. He pulled the blankets you’d wrapped around yourself off in one go, a triumphant smile was on his face as he plopped down next to you. Your body turned away from him in protest, but he grabbed you from behind and stretched his arms around you with the blankets.

”No escape mi cariño. I’m in your burrito now.” The hair from his mustache ticked the back of your neck as your body relaxed. You did try like always to fight, but you weren’t going to win. The two of you fell asleep on the sofa, your backs angry with you the next morning. After breakfast, Javier ran you a bath and heavily encouraged that he wipes you down, then applies vapor rub to your chest and doesn’t let you wear more than a robe. When you asked why, he replied, “since you soaked yourself in cold water yesterday, you should air out for the day.” This leads to the two of you not leaving your room and Javier assisting in regulating your body temperature multiple times. Best sleep you’ve had in quite a while though.

Over the week, your cold runs its course and Javi takes you around the island to explore instead of just the resort. He never did get sick, you wonder how he managed to do it. Javier describes some soup that involves iguana tail and chicken feet.

You decide that your cold was not that bad.

[lacangri21]

The Feminist Library

-7000 Years of Patriarchy by Petra Ioana

-A Deafening Silence by Patrizia Romito

-Against Our Will by Susan Brownmiller

-Against Pornography by Diana E.H. Russell

-Against Sadomasochism by Robin Linden

-Ain’t I a Woman by Bell Hooks

-All Women Are Healers by Diane Stein

-Anti-Porn by Julia Long

-Anticlimax by Sheila Jeffreys

-Are Women Human by Catharine MacKinnon

-Backlash by Susan Faludi

-Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay

-Beauty and Misogyny by Sheila Jeffreys

-Beauty Sick by Renee Engeln

-Beauty Under the Knife by Holly Brubach

-Being and Being Bought by Kasja Ekis Ekman

-Beyond God the Father by Mary Daly

-Big Porn Inc by Melinda Tankard Reist and Abigail Bray

-Blood, Bread, and Roses by Judy Graham

-The Book of Women’s Mysteries by Z Budapest

-Borderlands by Gloria Anzaldua

-Burn it Down by Lilly Dancyger

-Butterfly Politics by Catharine MacKinnon

-Caliban and the Witch by Silvia Federici

-Choosing to Conform by Avelie Stuart

-The Church and the Second Sex by Mary Daly

-Cinderella Ate My Daughter by Peggy Orenstein

-Close to Home by Christine Delphy

-Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence by Adrienne Rich

-Conquest by Andrea Lee Smith

-Damned Whores and God’s Police by Anne Summers

-Daring to Be Bad by Alice Echols

-Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers by Sady Doyle

-Defending Battered Women on Trial by Elizabeth A. Sheehy

-Deliver Us from Love by Brogger

-Delusions of Gender by Cordelia Fine

-Detransition by Max Robinson

-The Disappearing L by Bonnie J. Morris

-Does God Hate Women by Ophelia Benson

-Doing Harm by Maya Dusenbery

-The End of Gender by Debra W. Soh

-The End of Patriarchy by Robert Jensen?

-Female Chauvinist Pigs by Ariel Levy

-Female Erasure by Ruth Barrett

-Female Sexual Slavery by Kathleen Barry

-Femicide by Jill Radford and Diane EH Russell

-Femininity by Susan Brownmiller

-Femininity and Domination by Sandra Lee Bartky

-Feminism Unmodified by Catharine MacKinnon

-Feminist Theory by Bell Hooks

-Firebrand Feminism by Breanne Fahs

-Flesh Wounds by Blum

-Flow by Elissa Stein and Susan Kim

-For Her Own Good by Barbara Ehrenreich

-For Lesbians Only by Sarah Lucia Hoagland

-Freedom Fallacy by Miranda Kiraly

-Gender Hurts by Sheila Jeffreys

-Getting Off by Robert Jensen?

-Global Woman by Barbara Ehrenreich

-Going Out of Our Minds by Sonia Johnson

-Going Too Far by Robin Morgan

-The Great Cosmic Mother by Monica Sjoo and Barbara Mor

-Gyn/Ecology by Mary Daly

-Gynocide by Mariarosa Dalta Costa

-Handbook of Feminist Therapy by Lynne Bravo Rosewater and Leonore E.A. Walker

-Heartbreak by Andrea Dworkin

-Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado

-The Hidden Malpractice by Gena Corea

-How to Suppress Women’s Writing by Joanna Russ

-I Am Your Sister by Audre Lorde

-I Hate Men by Pauline Harmange

-Ice and Fire by Andrea Dworkin

-In Defense of Separatism by Susan Hawthorne

-In Harm’s Way by Catharine MacKinnon

-In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens by Alice Walker

-The Industrial Vagina by Sheila Jeffreys

-Inferior by Angela Saini

-Intercourse by Andrea Dworkin

-Invisible No More by Andrea J. Ritchie

-Invisible Women by Caroline Criado Perez

-Jewish Radical Feminism by Joyce Antler

-Kill All Normies by Angela Nagle

-The Laugh of Medusa by Helene Cixous

-Laughing with Medusa by Vanda Zajko and Miriam Leonard

-The Lesbian Heresy by Sheila Jeffreys

-Lesbian Nation by Jill Johnston

-Letters from a War Zone by Andrea Dworkin

-Love and Politics by Carol Anne Douglas

-Loving to Survive by Dee Graham

-Making Violence Sexy by Diana E.H. Russell

-Man Made Language by Dale Spender

-Man’s Dominion by Sheila Jeffreys

-Medical Bondage by Deirdre Cooper Owens

-Men Explain Things to Me by Rebecca Solnit

-Men Who Buy Sex by Melissa Farley

-Men Who Hate Women by Laura Bates

-Men Who Hate Women and the Women Who Love Them by Susan Forward

-Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur

-Misogyny by Jack Holland?

-The New Handbook for a Post-Roe America by Robin Marty

-Nobody’s Victim by Carrie Goldberg

-Not a Job, Not a Choice by Janice Raymond

-Not for Sale by Rebecca Whisnant

-Nothing Matters by Somer Brodribb

-Objectification Theory by Barbara I. Fredrickson

-Of Woman Born by Adrienne Rich

-Only Words by Catharine MacKinnon

-Our Blood by Andrea Dworkin

-Our Bodies, Ourselves by Boston Women’s Health Book Collective

-Overcoming Violence Against Women and Girls by Michael L. Penn and Rahel Nardos?

-Paid For by Rachel Moran

-The Pimping of Prostitution by Julie Bindel

-Pimp State by Kat Banyard

-Policing the Womb by Michelle Goodwin

-Pornified by Pamela Paul

-Pornland by Gail Dines

-Pornography by Gail Dines

-Pornography: Men Possessing Women by Andrea Dworkin

-Pornography and Civil Rights by Andrea Dworkin and Catharine MacKinnon

-Pornography and Violence by Susan Griffith

-Pornography Values by Robert Jensen?

-Pure Lust by Mary Daly

-The Purify Myth by Jessica Valenti

-Quiverfull by Kathryn Joyce

-Radical Feminism Today by Denise Thompson

-Radical Feminist Therapy by Bonnie Burstow

-Radical Reckonings by Renate Klein

-Radically Speaking by Diane Bell...

-Rape by Susan Griffiths

-Rape in Marriage by Diana E.H. Russell

-Rape of the Wild by Ann Jones

-Refusing to Be a Man by John Stoltenberg?

-Right-Wing Woman by Andrea Dworkin

-A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf

-Runaway Wives and Rogue Feminists by Margo Goodhand

-SCUM Manifesto by Valerie Solanas

-Selling Feminism by Amanda M. Gengler

-Sex Matters by Alyson J. McGregor

-Sexual Harassment of Working Women by Catharine MacKinnon

-Sexual Politics by Kate Millett

-Sexy but Psycho by Jessica Taylor

-She Dreams When She Bleeds by Nikki Taraji

-Sister Outrider by Audre Lorde

-Sisterhood is Forever by Robin Morgan

-Sisterhood is Global by Robin Morgan

-Sisterhood is Powerful by Robin Morgan

-Slavery Inc by Lydia Cacho

-Spinning and Weaving by Elizabeth Miller

-Surrogacy by Renate Klein

-Sweetening the Pill by Holly Grigg-Spall

-Taking Back the Night by Laura Lederer

-Talking Back by Bell Hooks

-Testosterone Rex by Cordelia Fine

-The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf

-The Creation of Patriarchy by Gerda Lerner

-The Dialectic of Sex by Shulamith Firestone

-The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan

-The First Sex by Elizabeth Gould

-The Legacy of Mothers: Matriarchies and the Gift Economy as Post-Capitalist Alternatives by Erella Shadmi

-The Lolita Effect by Gigi Durham

-The Man-Made World by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

The Porn Trap by Wendy Maltz

-The Prostitution of Sexuality by Kathleen Barry

-The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir

-The Sexual Liberals and the Attack on Feminism by Janice Raymond...

-The Spinster and Her Enemies by Sheila Jeffreys

-The Transsexual Empire by Janice Raymond

-The Women’s History of the World by Rosalind Miles

-This Bridge Called My Back by Gloria Anzaldua

-This is Your Brain on Birth Control by Sarah Hill

-Toward a Feminist Theory of the State by Catharine MacKinnon

-The Traffic in Women and Other Essays by Emma Goldman

-Trans by Helen Joyce

-Unbearable Weight by Susan Bordo

-Unpacking Queer Politics by Sheila Jeffreys

-Unscrewed by Jaclyn Friedman

-Unwell Women by Elinor Cleghorn

-The Unwomanly Face of War by Svetlana Alexievich

-The Vagina Bible by Jennifer Gunter

-A Vindication of the Rights of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft

-The War Against Women by Marilyn French

-We Were Feminists Once by Andi Zeisler

-What Do We Need Men For by E. Jean Carroll

-When God was a Woman by Merlin Stone

-Who Cooked the Last Supper by Rosalind Miles

-Why Does He Do That by Lundy Bancroft

-Why Women Are Blamed for Everything by Jessica Taylor

-Why Women Need the Goddess by Carol P. Christ

-Wildfire by Sonia Johnson

-Witches, Midwives, and Nurses by Barbara Ehrenreich

-Witches, Witch Hunting, and Women by Silvia Federici

-Woman and Nature by Susan Griffith

-Woman Hating by Andrea Dworkin

-Woman-Identified Woman by Trudy Darty

-Women v. Religion by Karen L. Garst

-Women’s Lives, Men’s Laws by Catharine MacKinnon

-The Women’s Room by Marilyn French