#i love this trop please never stop using it

[venomous-qwille]

Shallow Water

[marlenesluv]

charles leclerc x uni student reader fc (gracie abrams) and she gets hated on because shes 21 and hes 26.social media au please :)

Who Cares? (CL)

note: ouuuu i fw this hard. i hope you enjoy it!! :)

summary + fc: all in the ask!

warnings: hate comments/hate from fans, language

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liked by: charles_leclerc, yourbsf, and 468 others

y/n.user: pov its lock-in szn and u wanna make ur insta public😰

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yourbsf: girllll do ittttttt❤️😩

y/n.user: ugh don’t tempt me 😥

yourbsf: i need everyone else to see hot hot u r☹️

*liked by creator*

charles_leclerc: ❤️❤️❤️

*liked by creator*

unifriend: prettiest everrrr

unifriend2: the locking in is so real😥

y/n.user: i’m sayingggg🥲✊

landonorris: locking in…? sureeeee

y/n.user: *blocked*

landonorris: 😧

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: y/n.user, carlossainz55, and 1,242,985 others

charles_leclerc: pov its off szn and you’re public account is public!

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user3: uh…what?😭

user7: ar naur, who’s that girl????

y/n.user: 🙄🙄

*liked by creator*

f1wags: new wag??😍😍

maxverstappen1: are you on one? what is this caption

op81fp: what’s going onnnnnn

user8: i’m scared who is that?????

f1updates: anyone else see that charles only liked one comment? someone named y/n…?

user2: ewww she’s like 18

cl16edits: she’s actually 21 lol

user2: bro….that’s wayyyy too young for him. she must be a gold digger😭

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

twitter:

F1 Wags Updates @f1wagsupdate • 3hr ago

Hello, everyone!! We have some new information about Charles Leclerc’s ‘new?’ girlfriend! Buckle up!

After some in-depth research, the girl in his recent instagram dump seems to be Y/n Y/l/n. She is 21, born and raised in Monaco, and attending the International University of Monaco for Fashion.

One source, not wanting to be named, claims that they have known about the couple for six months! But they say it had been going on since the girl turned 20!

Comments are off in respect for Y/n and Charles. But, tag us in your own posts about your thoughts! Do you think she’s too young for him?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: charles_leclerc, lilyzneimer, and 17,293 others

y/n.user: brah🍸

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user4: this is his gf…😧

cl16ynstann: y’all mad cuz his gf is 21?? grow up! she’s naturally beautiful, i rather be charles so i could be with her😭❤️

charles_leclerc: bro🫒

*liked by creator*

user6: yikessss, she’s rly not wag material, charles!

f1fan8: she’s pretty…but the age gap?…

f1wags: not sure where all this hate is coming from? we welcome y/n to the f1 wags account with open arms☹️💙

danielricciardo: everyone in the comments are j mad they aren’t you🤍✊

y/n.user: lol

landonorris: “lol”?? nah, fuck that, we ride at dawn for y/n🤺

maxverstappen1: YAAAA🤺🤺🤺

cl16editttt: the drivers love her, i’m here for this

yourbsf: i love you😢💓

y/n.user: 😚😚😚

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

imessages:

kika imessage:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: charles_leclerc, francisca.cgomes, and 46,154 others

y/n.user: spent the day after class with some of my favorite people🥹☹️💛

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user3: gotta say, i expected her comments to be off after the hate but i applaud her

flavy.barla: le travail en classe ne s'arrête jamais, même pas au dîner😭

y/n.user: jamais💀

author: here to translate some apple translated french to english lol! flavy says: “the class work grind never stops not even at dinner😭” and y/n says: “never💀”

charles_leclerc: trop belle, amor❤️

y/n.user: ❤️❤️

f1wags: no cause i actually love her idc

user6: idkkk i still don’t see it…

user1: well, you don’t need to! they don’t gaf about you and your validation😊

landonorris: y/n would study at dinner

y/n.user: was this a diss? lame try again loser

landonorris: you mf 🙄🙄🙄

vroom16: lando and y/n’s banter keeps me alivee

francisca.cgomes: #thebest21yrolds🤍😚

*liked by creator*

y/nfan16: you guys need to wake up and realize that charles and y/n are adorable! kika and pierre have a bigger age gap and no one cares?? ur jealously is showing, gtfo🤣✊🤺

yourbsf: you four ateeeee

*liked by creator*

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: charles_leclerc, carlossainz55, and 51,148 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: y/n.user, pierregasly, and 1,638,992 others

tagged: y/n.user

charles_leclerc: i love you, amor❤️

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y/n.user: cha🥹 i love you too❤️

*liked by creator*

user3: they really said “we don’t gaf. and what?”

f1wags: naurrr i’m i’ll that first photo has me sobbing i’m so single

pierregasly: the stink eye directed towards me in the second picture hurts my feelings still

y/n.user: get ovaaaa it

francisca.cgomes: get ovaaaaaa itttttt

pierregasly: nut cases, these two

user6: the more i look at her posts and pics people post of her, the more i realize how relatable she is

user2: FR😭 the constant stress of uni, coffee, sleepy, and she’s funny like ok same

cl16editpage: can’t wait to edit these two🥹💓

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

[chrisevansonly]

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬..𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭? | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

ఌsocial media au

ఌcharles leclerc x female reader

ఌall good things come to an end…but for you and charles, is the end really the end?

ఌthis was requested by @luvrrish thank you so much for the request, i had a lot of fun with this one, i feel like i didn’t do it justice because i can only use 10 photos (annoying) but i might do a written version of this 😌🩷

F1WagNews

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well seems like everyone’s favourite couple is no longer together. charles leclerc and his longtime girlfriend of 7 years y/n y/l/n have accordingly split up. neither have commented on their breakup, but their shared photos have all been deleted from their social accounts and they have unfollowed one another. we wish them both the best in the future and will miss all the charles and y/n content we’ve gotten over these years!

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la façon dont les choses étaient avant me manque.

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charles_leclerc

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singapore week. one of my favourites of the season, track action starts today 🇸🇬😘

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arthur_leclerc how come those look better than the ones i picked 🤨

>yninstagram maybe i’m just better…??

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Next Stop, Japan🤍

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[neyafromfrance95]

I think a Elrond/Galadriel kiss would be like spitting in the face of haladriels. They have said that she can't have any romantic feelings for Sauron because she's married and it's not canon, but she can kiss the man she thinks of as family, who will marry her daughter in the future? Disgusting. I'm done with both TROP and haladriel if that happens.

listen, i don't think the kiss is with elrond.

the ONLY reason they'd be doing that is if they wanted to make galadriel/elrond be arwen's parents. and the ONLY reason they might want that is bc having celebrian on the show would be too icky for the gen audiences since elrond is her future babydaddy.

BUT! celebrian doesn't need to be in the show at all. she is a minor background npc in the lore, she wouldn't be adding anything to galadriel's trop storyline except for maybe show how even having a daughter doesn't stop her from fighting and hunting sauron.

but the show doesn't need celebrian for that, celeborn alone would be enough to show that gal is tempted to turn her back on everything she has got for her ambitions (like in lotr).

so they would ONLY be creating more issues by trying to solve the issue that doesn't need to be addressed in the first place.

okay, now my biggest bet is adar kissing galadriel's hand. and i think that would be hot, ngl. ofc, i want sauron x galadriel kiss the most, but i don't mind the two evil exes (sauron, adar) being bewitched by the lady of the light

also, they have never said that she can't have feelings for sauron bc it's not canon? in fact, they made galadriel having feelings for sauron canon!

like, guys, i understand you're on the edge of your seats, but PLEASE use your media analysis skills! it's the same thing with ppl saying that sauron's new love interest is that she-elf. HE WAS THINKING ABOUT GALADRIEL LONGINGLY WHILE COMPARING THE ELF'S HAIR TO HERS! that whole moment was meant to demonstrate his obsession with galadriel!

please just try to enjoy what we are getting. i feel like so much of negativity is forced from the lorebros and people not being able to read the intentions of the story unless it's a-b-c spelt to them...

[ailendolin]

Live Reaction to TRoP 2x06

I have a feeling there will be no Elrond in this episode and my inner Durin is already crying over it

but my boy Arondir is here so that is good

probably not for the orcs, though

yep, told you so. Don't mess with Arondir. The way he sheathed his sword at the end? Absolute badass

oh that's Eregion on the map. Let's see if Arondir will make it there since no one else ever seems to manage to

I don't suppose that's a good sign there's a (admittedly cute) mouse in the forge

oh Celebrimbor is deteriorating so quickly. I just want to give him a hug and yeet Annatar off that tower

is this the episode where he will throw the hammer at Annatar? Ngl I am looking forward to that

the gentle music when Annatar is pretending to be understanding is making me so emotional because Calebrimbor needs comfort so badly and Annatar knows exactly what chords to play to make him think he is getting it

oh Valar, he is so tired. Someone get him out of there and please let him rest. Fuck, this episode is going to break my heart, isn't it?

I am LOVING the elves in uniform! Look at them! The way the colours blend together on their armour is so pretty

Malendol my beloved! Please join Camnir, Vorohil and Rían in my little collection of favourite minor characters who we will probably never see again (or, Valar forbid, see getting killed off)

omg he is so pretty and his voice! Aaaaah!

(this has nothing to with the episode but I am already seeing myself shipping him with Camnir for no other reason than that I love them both. This is not good. I need to stop getting attached to one-off characters)

Mirdania, I'm sorry, but you are grating on my nerves a little here

I'm loving the foreboding music when Annatar takes her hand

did you see the banners in the background? I want one of them and am once again asking Amazon: where the merch?

ah it's time for the Adar & Galadriel dinner scene. I didn't watch the clip that was released but I know people were screaming about it so this is going to be interesting

lol I see Adar is pulling no punches here and calling Galadriel out on her obsession with Sauron immediately. Good for him. Elrond would like you

Sauron promised her an army? Gal, love, he wanted to make you his queen

"Children." Nooooo what? Adar only ever wanted to be a dad. I'm crying

but oh this is so clever of him when he says Sauron's lies which must be extinguished becuase one thing I've loved about the show's portrayal of Sauron in season 1 is that he didn't lie to Galadriel. She was the one who constantly put words in his mouth

yes let the exes unionise!

oh he's got the stabby crown!

"The fate of that city now rests on your ability to put aside your pride." Yep, Eregion is doomed

Elendil! Everyone's adopted dad's not having a good time right now

clever, Pharazon. But Elendil will never renounce Miriel

YES, I told you he wouldn't! Fuck you, Pharazon, that man loves his queen and will never serve you

Lol. "Snoring? Who's snoring?" Tom, I love you, but you are not good at giving pep talks

Poppy and Merimac :)

omg that's a long time to decide on a name. What were his parents thinking?

I repeat: Poppy and Merimac :) That kiss was so sweet

and look, Tom, Poppy is great at pep talks. That's how you do it

okay we're going staff finding. Is it ridiculous that for a moment I thought he might get his staff from the Stoor tree?

omg you're not throwing the Gandalf quote in there without warning, are you? My poor heart can't take all these emotions. It's such a beautiful quote and I guess this is one more argument in favour of the "The Stranger is Gandalf" theory?

Khazad-Dûm my beloved

look at all that gold. I'm getting Erebor flashbacks (flashforwards?) here, and not in a good way

Annatar, get the fuck away from Durin, I swear. Where the hell is Elrond? He would feed you to the Balrog in a heartbeat

"More precious?" Do not use that fucking word

oh, the answer is no? That's a surprise. I bet there's a catch

noooo, not the fucking Balrog in the flames. He's going to wake him up, I know it. Just look at his smug, little face

ah, there's the catch. Poor Durin

"No, you belong to it." Truer words have never been spoken

I see Durin is faring as well as Elrond when it comes to convincing loved ones that the rings are dangerous. They are truly besties even in that

oh no, he's crying. My heart. He's stuck in such an awful situation and I am so glad he and Disa are uniting over it instead of letting it drive them apart as well

those trumpets sound gorgeous

ah, Earien is beginning to learn that actions have consequences. Good. Her relationship to her father is so complicated. It feels as if they're always talking at each other, not to each other. And yet you can see how much they love each other in every painful interactions

Forehead touch! This is not a drill!

YES DISA! Show them! Oh I love her so much. Her secret weapon is bats! I wrote my PhD about bats and they have a very special place in my heart so go, Disa, I am rooting for you and your bats!

"I love you." The moment we were all Durin

of course MIriel is going to face judgement in Elendil's place. Those two love each other so much without ever saying those words and I'm so here for it

she is cradling his face. I can't

and have I mentioned how fucking brave she is? Imagine facing that sea monster and not even being able to see it coming?

damn but this is shot absolutely beautifully

please let her gain a new pet sea monster that is going to swallow Pharazon and Kemen for breakfast

fuck yes, "Hail Tar-Miriel, Queen of the Sea!"

i love the cracking reality effect of the Palantir

so Adar knows Elrond has Nenya now. That's going to have consequences, isn't it? Will he try to capture Elrond to get the ring so he can defeat Sauron?

okay, Adar came prepared. Good for him. Bad for Celebrimbor and Eregion

Glûg my beloved! I have missed you! Please don't get yourself killed in the siege

oh that call to war is epic

Malendol! Aaaaaah another glimpse of him! I am so smitten it's ridiculous

aaaaand the Siege of Eregion is on

aw no, don't destroy your sketches, Celebrimbor

omg Annatar is such a little shit. "How fares your progress?" That smile, I can't

ooooh fuck, Celebrimbor fighting back? Physically? YES!

oh no, it's a vision. This is so fucking cruel. Look how relieved he is that his people are well. This is also a reminder to us viewers how much life will be lost in the coming episodes. That this was a place of happiness, once

fuck, there's the hammer

and mithril ore? Are you kidding me?

the oath. And the thing is, he is right. It will be all about the rings

and there's that word again. Precious. It is haunting the narrative and I love that it is being used for all the rings because they are all, one way or another, a product of Sauron's mind

"Best Feanor himself." Celebrimbor, why don't you use that hammer and smack Sauron back to Mordor? Please?

and the illusion stops. The fact that Celebrimbor doesn't even know what time of day it is ... my heart hurts

also the fact that the last peaceful moment of Eregion we saw was a lie? That the last moment it gleamed in sunlight was nothing but a cruel trick?

*insert gif of Theoden* So it begins

the end credit music is making me sad. Who gave Bear McCreary the right?

seriously though, Charlie E deserves all the awards. His Celebrimbor is so heart-breakingly kind and so heart-breakingly flawed at the same time and I just want to wrap him up in a blanket and hug him

two more episodes. Valar give us strength for what is to come

[asocialangel]

you can sit here. I said sit.

When they want you to sit on their lap, and disobedience won’t be allowed.

Hellaurrr finally these are the pieces i struggled to finish. I’m disappointed in them because they took me so much time and concentration, and they’re not even good in the end... The reality of writing haha. I hope i can get better with time and effort. Chile. I’m happy cause some scenarios are creative but overall this is bad. Anywayyys I hope you’ll like what I wrote for your respective man, following this cliche but sexy trop :-)

(when i finished writing the first hanji one) A/N; YEs again an open ending but these are just my favorites !! Or maybe it’s an excuse I use unknowingly because I’d be too embarrassed to continue on with smut or whatever… Because yes, most of these stories end up steamy in my head, But I never write it out, it’s for you to imagine. Maybe one day I should actually try to finish up the scenario and write that damned smut ending haha. Anyways enjoy me writing for the first time someone other than lino !

Han; Location: Cinema

You were about a minute and 30 seconds late, nothing dramatic. Hopefully Han hadn’t arrived too early. You saw him standing next to the cinema entrance, looking around, maybe to find you. He was so endearing, his hat and jean jacket on, with this kinda lost look on his face. This uncertain expression changed when he saw you, leaving room for his pretty smile. You walked faster towards him. 

“Hi ! How are you doing ?” “Just fine, thank you for asking. How about you princess?” You chuckled. “Very good too. I’m eager to watch the movie.” 

Actually it wasn’t the movie itself you were excited about, it was spending about an hour and a half with Han Ji Sung aka probably the prettiest boy you knew, or the one person you couldn’t repress your feelings from. It’s like this jackass was a magnet, everyone seemed to love him, including you. With this ‘date’ as he called it, you knew you were falling into his trap, where he’d make you think you’re somehow special to him, when in reality he is currently playing about 6 persons at a time. But you couldn’t help it. Jisung was just not someone you said no to.

You started walking together in the building. “You want some popcorn baby girl?” “Mhm no I’m fine, that’s sweet thank you.” Why was this almost awkward… Maybe you should’ve stayed home. “You sure ? … At least I’ll get us drinks. What do you want ?” You got closer to him, and found the courage to hold on to his arm with your two hands. He smirked. After a pause he looked at you and said “Others can’t seem to make a move on me, like they're scared. Or at the contrary, they’re overly touchy. Could you be different Y/N ?” Here he goes again, lying to create a feeling of intimacy and uniqueness… Do you think he practices these sentences to be more convincing ? You fake laughed. But deep down, you were mad at yourself, because it actually made you feel somewhat good. Dumbass Ji Sung. “A Cherry Coke, please.”

With both your drinks in your hands, you started walking up the stairs, heading to the projection room. “The seats are not assigned, feel free to choose what you want”, said the staff as they scanned your tickets.

When you walked in the room, it was overwhelmingly empty. There was absolutely no one. Han laughed: “Well we do have a choice ! Where do you wanna sit, baby girl ?” “Mhmm” With no words you started guiding him, still wrapped up around his arm, walking up the stairway. You showed a row. “Here, now you choose the seats, I don’t care as long as we’re in this alley.” He took back the lead and stopped at seat 13. “Here.” He sat first and looked at you right in the eyes. “You can sit here.” He lightly tapped his lap but you brushed it off, it probably did not mean what you thought it did, so you broke eye contact and started sitting next to him, on seat 14. He  raised his hand and placed it behind your back, without touching you, stopping you from sitting. He looked at you without flinching and said with a light smirk: “I said sit here”, as he removed his hand from behind your back and placed it on his lap. Okay. It did mean what you thought. You got up and lightly laughed to yourself. Han Ji Sung… 

You turned your back to the screen and looked at him in the eyes. And without breaking eye contact, sat down on his lap, sideways so you could stare at both the screen and his pretty face. “All this room but no seat is as appealing as this one” You said with a seductive smile, leaning towards him, your face being dangerously close to his. But you backed down at the last second and turned to the screen, smiling, proud of yourself for leaving Hanji the ace of hearts hanging like that. Yup, you do know how to make yourself desired. 

Changbin; Location: Recording Studio

“Hey babe. Where are you ? I finished training, I think I’m ready to record. Mhm, Okay. I’m coming.” You hung up and collected your stuff, putting your gym bag across your shoulder. You tightened your ponytail and got going. It had been maybe two hours since you had been training alone to record your upcoming b-side ‘freeze’. You knew your parts and lyrics, you were just warming your voice up and practicing your tone. As you traveled from the practice room to the recording room, you couldn’t help but think about your… uhm… about ChangBin. What was even the relationship between the two of you ? The pet names you used on each other were a joke at first, but now it wasn’t ironic anymore. But you guys had never specified that you were anything else, anything more. You weren’t even sure what you felt for him. You pressed the elevator button. Now wasn’t the time to think about this… You looked at the lyrics again to clear your mind. 

When you arrived in front of the door, you held back a second before entering, taking a deep breath. You knocked and entered immediately, not waiting for a response. As you stepped in, ChangBin turned back to look at you. “You were fast. I just need to get the mic ready.” “Oh I can do that” you offered your help while putting your bag down. From all this hanging out with ChangBin, you started to learn a bit about the studio and recording process. You headed towards the microphone setting, plugged some cables and readjusted the isolation. “Are you done ?” you asked ChangBin, looking at him, the headphones in your hands.  “Not really, I’m still fixing up the previous parts, layering everything so the mixing will be easier.” “Wait” You didn’t know how to do that. “Show me, I want to learn this.” “Sure, come”. He talked to you while looking at the  screen, a smile tracing his lips. You put the headset down and headed towards him. He was concentrating on the computer, the clicking sound of the mouse breaking the silence. “Uhm, babe ? Where do I put the stuff though ?” The chairs next to him were all cluttered by either his stuff, the member’s, or cables. “Oh that, don’t mind it, you can sit here.” Still looking right in front of him, he took one hand of the keyboard to put it on his thigh, essentially offering himself as a seat. You blushed, distraught. Usually, you were the one making the moves. “No it’s fine, I can put them aside, just tell me where”, you countered, starting to gather the mess. “I said sit.” ChangBin was still smiling at the screen, but he spoke firmly. He drew back from the desk, now looking at you, leaving you all the room for you to sit. He placed his hands on his hips, and waited for you to come with a smug expression. You shook off your hesitant face and relaxed, now smiling back at him. You hopped on his lap and let him place his hand on yours as you grabbed the mouse. “So teach’, how’s it done ?” 

Bang Chan; Location: V-Live Set

When you walked in the room, you saw everyone gathered up in front of Jeongin’s phone. Him and Hyunjin were doing a V-Live and almost everyone was there, including your secret boyfriend, mister Channie. As soon as you opened the door everyone’s heads turned to you. You worded out the words “can I join the live?” silently to make sure you’d have their approval first. Everyone nodded. Lee Know complained “Y/N-ah why’d you interrupttt ?”, insisting on that last syllable. This was essentially your sign to come on camera. You stepped forward and entered the frame. You waved smiling. “Hi stays ! I hope you are all doing good. Can I join ?” 

As Jeongin read the positive comments, you turned back and looked for a spot to chill. Hyunjin and Jeongin were on the floor, Lee Know on a chair and Bang Chan and Seungmin on the couch. So there was no place left. As you scanned the place with your eyes, you heard Chan whispering your name. You looked up and saw his hand on his lap, signing you to get closer. You looked at his face. He was impassive. You walked to him until you were near enough and you could hear what he told you. You leaned forward so your ear was near his mouth. “You can sit here.” You felt a pink blush rise in your cheeks. “But everyone will see and they will create rumors, I don’t even think JYP-nim will like i-” You hemmed and hawed, staring to shy away, furthering away from him. His laid-back attitude tensed up a bit. “I said sit here” He repeated firmly, staring right through your eyes. You froze for an instant, and getting annoyed, Bang Chan took the matters into his own hands. He grabbed your hips with his hands and spun you around. Disconcerted, you did not have time to react. In a continuous movement, he pulled you closer to him, until finally your knees hit his and you tumbled sitting on his lap. You were still pink and wide-eyed, but now sitting comfortably, your boyfriend’s hands around your waist. He placed his head on your shoulder. “Make sure to listen to me so I don’t have to repeat myself, love.”

In the meanwhile, nobody had heard or noticed anything, only Seugmin gave you a side-eye, smiling to himself. Hyunjin, Jeongin and Minho were still discussing loudly, and you stared at the camera, still embarrassed. Yeah… Hello stays… 

[The next day tons of fan edits or whatever compilations went viral on internet. Fortunately no one was negative about it]

Seungmin; Location: Interview backstage

Seungmin never really had been a very PDA guy. He wasn’t against it, he was very proud of loving you actually, it just wasn't his thing. But today… Today was different. You were filming an interview, in which you were the host asking the questions to the 8 members. Since the beginning of the week you had been pissing your boyfriend off. The way others talked to you… The way you replied, like you were seducing them back… No, he couldn’t have it that way. You were his and only his. And he had to let everyone know that, including you.

Everyone was dressed in suits, even you. Your tight white shirt was a bit see-through and your black necktie was the second prettiest thing that could be around your neck (the first one being Seungmin’s hands). And Seungmin’s three piece suit… 

“CUT !” The set director shouted. Everyone’s shoulders and smiles relaxed. “The break will last 15 minutes everyone, then we’ll shoot the conclusion”. You listened to the director until he finished speaking. “Man, I really need water, who’d know being a host made you so thirsty ?” Felix laughed. “I would’ve thought you always felt like this considering how much you talk.” “Tss”, you hissed and playfully smiled at him. Everyone got up and started talking, looking for water bottles, escaping the heat of the artificial lighting. You started erring, looking for an occupation until the break was over. 

The group had switched spots. They were now sitting on the rest area, on multiple couches and chairs. Everyone being asked to leave the set so it could be tidied up and prepared for the last shots, you decided to go sit with the 8 boys. You walked closer to them, and after examining the seats, you noticed one next to HyunJin ; naturally, you headed towards him. But as you walked past the other boys, you felt a hand stopping you from going further. SeungMin's hand was discreetly placed on your lower thigh. 

“Looking for a seat, babe ?” He looked at you, his head raised to see your face. His fake smile made you think twice before answering. “Well yes, but not anymore, there’s one rig-” “You can sit here.” SeungMin interrupted. He did not remove his hand nor break eye contact. His words spoke for themselves. You lowered your head and spoke more quietly, looking at the floor. “No it's really fine thank you. And you need to rest for-” “You misunderstood. I said sit.”  SeungMin now gripped your thigh. His soft hands could be so rough when he decided it. “Yes okay”. 

You sat, head still low, scared and embarrassed. Nobody disobeys Kim SeungMin’s orders, not even his princess. He rubbed his hand on your hips, tracing circles through your black pants and whispered to your ears:“good girl”. Maybe you should make him jealous more often. 

HyunJin; Location: Stray Kids’s van

As you were waiting in the parking lot, you finally saw the team, your eights stars included, arrive. It was pretty cold and the only way you had passed the time was playing with your cold, condensed breath. “Finally”, you whispered to yourself. As their relatively loud cheering got closer, you pushed yourself from the wall you were leaning on and walked towards them too. 

“Oh hi Y/N !” merily shouted Han, now only a few meters apart. You smiled softly, tired. “Hi guys, hello everyone” you replied while greeting everybody with a wave.You continued: “Had a nice day?” “Yes yes, thank you for asking. You look tired, let’s go back quickly to the dorm” HyunJin stared at you in the eyes, impassive yet friendly. He got closer to you and you began walking again, side to side. “No I’m pretty fine actually. Maybe you guys want to eat something outside before ?” “Mhm…” Your inquiry raised wonder. “I don’t know actually…” Every member looked at each other or at the ground, looking for an answer. “You know what, I think it’s a good idea.” Bang Chan had taken the matter into his hands. “Great, well, where shall we go ?” You asked. You quickly followed up: “And how?” I know you guys came with the van but I-” “You can come in the van too, that’s not a problem.” “But you’re right, where should we go ? …” Felix had interrupted HyunJin, pensive. While he was thinking over all the good places he had already eaten at, Hyunjin repeated: “Yes you can come, the staff is going home anyways, their shift is finished now.” He didn’t look at you “Great, that’s nice, thanks” “Hm”. 

As Bang Chan talked it out with the staff, the group arrived at the car. “Right. He came back to you with an answer: They said it’s all cool but also that they think it’s better to let us off with no chauffeur, since we’re going out as friends and they need to go home too. So we are taking this van.” He pointed one out of the two vans parked side to side. “Okay”, everybody replied. You were the last one to move, and you took the last chance to enjoy the coldness of outside to see your breath. You watched everyone get in the car, Chan in the driver’s seat, jeongin lee know and changbin in the back, han and lixie in the middle row, and lino in the front row. Hyunjin was next to him. You got closer to the car. “Oh… So this is a eight-seats car… What should we do ?” You said indifferently, still hesitating. “You can sit here” Hyunjin looked at you straight in the eyes, still showing no emotion. You looked at him puzzled, until you lowered your gaze. He had put his hands on the seat, next to his laps he seemed to have hinted at. Nothing really explicitly suggested he wanted you to sit on his lap, after all he didn’t say anything, he didn’t guide your sight, his hands were annoyingly innocent. You looked up back again. He was still staring. So you searched for help with the other boys. Minho was looking out the window, not paying attention to you, but you swore you heard him say something along the lines of “well you might just as well sit on the babe’s lap since you want it so much”. Or maybe it was your mind playing tricks again… Maybe it was what you wanted to hear. No one bothered to look at you, you were alone for this one.

“Hurry up, we need to go, you’re making us lose time. Stop being troublesome. I said sit.” HyunJin confidently spat this out to you, but no one really paid attention. You looked down, flustered. Why make it look so, easy ? You acquiesced, getting in the car and laying your hands on his, while sitting on his thighs. He bluntly took one off from under your grasp, but only to tie it around your waist. Of course, it was the opposite hand from MinHo, because he wouldn’t want that prick to make any comment, or even give any look. 

During the whole ride, he didn’t speak any word, nor did he move a bit. The tension though, was almost enjoyable. and it was a comfortable seat after all.

JeongIn; Location: Stray Kids’s dorm 

“JeongIn-aaah?” You shouted at JeongIn from his bedroom. Since they had moved dorms, you started staying even more at his place. And now that every member had individual rooms, you felt less like a bother when you were ‘visiting’ him, which was essentially spending every second you guys could together. You did nothing but chill in your best friend’s bed, laying staring at the ceiling, not even talking to each other. Your relationship with him was this close, where you’d rather do nothing with him than do nothing alone. 

This evening was a classic evening that you had probably experienced a thousand times now. You were reading a book on the floor of his bedroom while he was away drinking some water. Lino was out too so they started talking. You couldn’t hear what they said but you knew it was small talk, that’s why you didn’t bother to interrupt. “JeongIn-ah -you insisted-, I’m bored what should we doo ?” “Well I’m gonna play video-games now but you do what you want!” Jeongin had replied equally as loud as you. “Mhm”. This time you had spoken to yourself. You put your bookmark-of-a-photocard back in your novel and closed it, leaving it on the floor. You stood up without a word, not feeling the need to warn i.n. that you were joining him. You lazily opened the door and closed it back behind you. You saw Minho in the living room and after greeting him, you looked around for your best friend. As Lino left the room to go back in his, you finally spotted i.n. 

He was on the floor, cross-legged in front of the TV, a controller in his hands. “So you wanna play?” “Yes, I mean it depends what you’ll choose actually. I don’t really know how to play every game you have.” “It’s fine I’ll teach you anyways. While I choose, come, you can sit here.” He said that while still changing some settings, focused on the screen, relaxed. Why’d he say ‘here’ though ? He didn’t hint at anywhere in particular. Having no precise instructions, you started lying next to him. “No. I said sit here.” JeongIn’s contradiction froze you, not out of fear but confusion. “Huh, where?” you thought to yourself. You stopped midway and stood back up, looking at him. “I said I’ll teach you, so we need to be in the right conditions. Come here.” He gestured to you with his hands to come closer. Still confused, you did. He placed his hands on your waist -one still holding the controller so you felt it on your hip-, pulling you down. He sat you on his lap,  placing his hands in front of you like he was hugging you, holding the controller. You were still confused, and after a time -seconds- of realization, you started blushing like crazy. He was your best friend so why’d you feel like this ?! It’s a normal thing to do right… ? 

You tried to chill out, and you gathered up the courage to, oof, place your hands on his, holding the controller together: “Okay genius, show me.”

Felix; Location: The Beach 

The wind blew a little colder. Your hair went everywhere and your face, and the saltiness made it stick. You carefully put the flying strands behind your ears and carried on with your walk. The sun was slowly going down, painting a delicate tangerine sky. You walked, following the rhythm of the waves, back to the group, with in hand the popsicles you had promised to get. Lime and mango for your friends because they’re basics, yogurt for yourself, and strawberry, for him, because you knew it was his favorite. How long had it lasted until today ? I mean, this ‘chase’ or rather one-sided-race. You had been low-key crushing on Lee Yong-bok for, quite a while now, or at least for longer than you wish you had. Today was one of the many, many moves you had tried to make on him now. Honestly, you had more often than not things going your way -I mean with crushes- so this unusual resistance was frustrating and almost, annoying. Was he blind ? Or did he do it on purpose, to play with you ? So you’d understand what failure is ? Or just because he enjoys the wait that much ? … Today, was the day you’d give up after if nothing concluded. That’s what you told yourself this morning, while putting on your swimsuit for this friendly hang-out at the beach. Friends or rather, a couple and Felix and you. Could've been a double-date, but it wasn’t, because this stupid boy was too dense,,, ugh. It didn’t stop you from liking him though. 

“I’m baaack, with the merchandise”, you said while lifting the white plastic bag, showing it to your friends like it was a trophy. “Aaah thank you ! The mood is perfect for this, what a great way to end the day.” Your friend thanked. “My pleasure”. You opened the bag and gave everyone their ice cream, pretending you chose them randomly -well you did, just not his- and Yong-bok, by chance, got the strawberry one. “Well that’s the advantage of having basic taste”, joked the latter. Like it wasn’t from your meticulous, attentionate, planning. Whatever. “Yeah there wasn’t much choice so I grabbed a flavor I thought would please everyone…” You said, almost sour, while you were opening your sherbet, like everyone else. You were pulling on the plastic. “I figu- Fuck.” Everybody turned their head to look at you. In a moment of inattention, you tore the wrapping too brusquely, and yanked the lolli in the sand… Great… “God… I’m so stupid…” You uttered, staring in disbelief, and regret, and the cadaver covered in sand. 

“Yes, yes you are” Yong-Bok said, amused. You weren’t sure if he was mocking you or this was just innocent, but he immediately followed up: “It’s fine, we can share. I’m not gonna leave you starving like that.” He ended with a soft, sincere smile. Wha-whattt ? Sharing, an ice cream ? I mean, yeah, you liked sharing, and you didn’t mind the unsanitariness of it, but the connotation ? … Although… On the other hand, it would be your chance after all… So you quickly replied.

“That’s so sweet, thank you so much for offering ! I’d love to actually, ‘cause yeah it is the perfect mood indeed.” Felix gladly accepted your reply. Like he wasn’t disappointed. You know, some people offer just to be polite and nice. But he seemed delighted to be able to help and share. “Cool. Come, you can sit here”. Below you on the sand, Lixie was seated on a towel. He patted the sand. With a hearty chuckle, you started bending down, besides him, on the sand. 

“Oh, you misunderstood. I said sit.” Still affectionately, he stopped you, placing his sorbet-free hand on your thigh while you were still semi-standing. He brushed it lightly while he took it off to place it on his thigh, indicating to you to sit there. So now he was making the moves ?! Tss, what a perky boy.. I love it. You shook off your surprise to adopt your usual smug face again, and comfortably sat on his lap, facing him sideways so you could, you know, lick the ice cream more easily. 

Minho; Location: His Hotel Room

Zzp. You closed up the flier as best as you could, struggling to reach the back of your red dress. Tonight was a special night, because you got to spend it with Minho, finally. He’d been so busy these days, you barely saw him. You walked over to your hairdresser, opening the first drawer and taking out a porcelain round box. You slipped your fingers on the golden lining before opening it, revealing a necklace or rather, a chain, a golden chain. You took it in your hand and pinched it with two fingers only as it unraveled before you. It was beautiful, of course, delicately chosen by none other than him. As you held it with one hand, you closed and put everything back to place, closing the drawer. You started lifting it up your neck, trying to find the clasp with your fingers, but you quickly realized it was too small for you to do it  by yourself. You raised your head back to the mirror, looking at yourself as you decided to go ask for help in the living room. 

You left the bedroom, the necklace in your hands, only to find Minho on the couch, putting on his shoes. He lifted his head to look at you: “Are you ready ?” “Not quite. Please help me, I need to put this necklace on.” “I’ll do it. It has been a while indeed. I’m disappointed, you don’t seem to like my gift. Or perhaps you dislike wearing something that I like.” You kept quiet, only lowering your eyes. “Come, I’ll put it on for you”, Minho offered, nonchalantly. “Yes.” You stayed obedient. “You can sit here”. With your head still low, you did not see where he signed his ‘here’ to be, so you assumed he had told you to sit next to him. 

Hands still together on your lower stomach, you walked carefully to the couch, sitting to his right, your back facing him. “You never listen. I’m done spending time with someone as stupid as you.” Minho’s angry voice froze your blood. You tensed up, but as you started apologizing, Minho continued. “I said sit.” You felt his arm raising and getting closer to your face, only making you close your eyes hard, fearful, your shoulders raising to protect your neck. Minho’s hand finally reached your cheeks, violently grabbing them and moving your head, forcing you to look at him. You opened your eyes because you knew he wouldn’t like you avoiding his. Head still low, you were about to look up at his face when you saw his hand on his lap. His fingers folded, indicating you to come closer. You immediately understood what he was expecting of you, and you complied, executing yourself. You got up, freeing yourself from his firm grip, and placed yourself on his thighs, gathering your hair with your hands, quietly gulping, scared of his reaction. “Good girl”. You felt once again his hand on your neck, as he tied your necklace close. “Thank you, master.”

[headheartbellarke]

HOME | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by anon:  "Hi! If request are open can you do a charlie imagine where him and the reader (she/her) met on a project a while back and have been friends for a while, but the reader kinda had a crappy home life so she gets overwhelmed by charlies family being so loving and perfect and she basically breaks down and feels like she doesn’t fit in and isn’t good enough for him? please and thank you so much, ur writing is amazing!!!"

PAIRING(s): Charlie Gillespie x fem! reader

WARNING(s): mentions of abuse, trauma, anxiety, angst, fluff

WORDS: 2,036

SUMMARY: charlie takes co-star and girlfriend y/n home for christmas but that leads to self doubt in her (im so bad at these) [note: this takes place in 2021]

    As Charlie pulls out the key from the ignition, I sigh, wringing my hands nervously. He unbuckles his seatbelt and faces me, giving me a bright, happy smile.

  “My family is so excited to meet you.” He says, reaching forward to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

  “What if they hate me?” I whisper.

  My boyfriend, Charlie, and I first met on the set of Charmed – we were both in the first episode, but I left it after that due to scheduling conflicts with my other show, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. I had been a part of CAOS since its first episode – I played the role of Sabrina’s cousin, Sarah Spellman.

  Back then, we were just friends. After I left Charmed, we would text and call each other occasionally. Whenever we were in the same city, we would meet up – but that was hard considering we both had quite different lives. So, we didn’t think of each other as more than friends – sure I thought that he was attractive, but that’s it.

  But, in 2020, after CAOS was cancelled, I got a call from the casting director of Julie and The Phantoms: she was the one who had previously cast me in CAOS, and she believed that I’d be perfect for the role of Julie’s British cousin who joins her school after her parents relocate to LA – I also play Reggie’s love interest.

  I texted Charlie immediately after my manager finalized all the details for the new role. He had been excited and when shooting started in 2021, we were pretty inseparable.

  After a few weeks, I had developed a major crush on him ad the rest of the cast had also picked up on that. They were also convinced that Charlie liked me (which I didn’t believe at that time but later found out that it was, indeed, true) and they used to tease us about it all the time. Finally, a couple weeks before production ended, he asked me out on a date and it’s been really, really great so far.

  We’ve been dating for about nine months now and honestly, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He’s my home – all my life I’ve always felt lost, but I feel like I truly belong with him.

  Now, he laughs. “Baby. I promise you – they already love you. My mother’s been bugging me to bring you home ever since we started dating, and you’ve already met Megan, and she loves you.”

  “If you say so.” I say, still not convinced.

  He grins and we get out of his car and face his childhood home. I take a deep breath, shaking off my nerves. He knocks three times on the front door, and it opens immediately after.

  A petite, blonde woman steps out, with a wide smile on her face. She opens her arms as Charlie yells, “Mamacita!”

  “Mon chéri. Ça fait trop longtemps!”

  “Je vous ai manqué!”

  I have absolutely no idea what they are saying, but the scene in front of me is so heart-warming. Charlie’s mother is genuinely happy to see her son – one can tell by the way she’s holding him, almost like he’s a little child. Charlie is quite a couple inches taller than her, but he’s nestled his face into her shoulder.

  I can’t stop a grin from breaking out on my face. It’s honestly rather lovely. But I also feel a slight pang in my heart knowing that no one ever greets me like this when I go home.

  They separate from each other and she squeezes his shoulders, looking at him with so much love that I have to look away. I have never seen a mother look at their child like that, with such intense love. That’s dumb, I know. Mothers are supposed to love their children. But all my mother ever looks at me with is disappointment, anger, disgust, and – you get it.

  She notices me next and claps her hands. “You must be Y/N!”

  “Hi, Mrs. Gillespie. It’s so nice to meet you!” I extend a hand toward her.

  “Aw, come here! You’re gorgeous.”

  She pulls me in for a hug too, and for a moment I’m engulfed by the smell of white musk and the feeling of warmth.

  We pull apart and I smile at her, genuinely. All my anxiety has washed away.

  “My son is always talking about you, about how pretty you are and –”

  “Let’s go inside!” Charlie quickly cuts her off, eyes widened as I laugh.

  “But I wanna know what he says!”

  Mrs Gillespie winks at me as Charlie turns scarlet. “I’ll tell you when he’s gone.”

***

    Another roar of laughter erupts around the dinner table.

  Honestly, I’ve never seen a family like this – a family so connected, so loving. All of Charlie’s siblings – from his three older brothers to his little sister are here for Christmas Eve, and all of them are teasing each other, telling childhood stories, and just having the best time. I was, too. That was until I suddenly realized how I don’t fit in here.

  Everyone here grew up completely different than I did. When I was young, about two years old – my dad left my mom and I for another woman. I haven’t seen him since – although, he sends me a postcard and some money on holidays and birthdays. He’s travelling around the world with his new wife and is apparently ‘happier than he’s ever been.’

  The reason he left is because kids ‘freak’ him out and he isn’t ‘ready’ for that kind of responsibility. I mean, it wasn’t like he was fifteen when he had me: he was twenty-seven, and already married to my mother for about two years then.

  Naturally, my mother blames me for her divorce. I was born out of an accidental pregnancy, so my mother made sure to remind me every day that I was unwanted, and my birth was what ‘pushed’ him to leave us. Every single day, my mother told me that I shouldn’t have been born, that I was a mistake, that I was worthless, unlovable and so, so many more horrible things. She used to drink like crazy, and if I accidentally faced her in that state, she would sometimes hit me.

  Years and years of abuse and all that childhood trauma led me to develop a fear of abandonment, trust issues, intimacy issues, anxiety, and depression. Throughout school, I had been closed off, unable to form relationships and friendships with other people. I had feared anything and everything – I couldn’t even maintain eye contact with people.

  Of course, when I auditioned for CAOS and moved away to LA, away from that toxic environment, I got help and turned my life around. (My mother was incredibly happy to see me go since she had married another guy and now has a family with him – so I was the only thing left that reminded her of my father.) I learnt to accept, prioritize, and love myself – but I’m still working on that, of course.

  But, I know, deep down, no matter how well I am, or how happy I am – there will always be a part of me that’s broken. I’ve grown to accept that, accept the fact that I’ll always carry the trauma with me.

  But Charlie doesn’t. He’s lived a good life, and he deserves someone who can give him their everything – and that’s not me.

  As much as I hate to say it, I’m not good enough for him.

  He senses a change in my demeanour and squeezes my hand under the table. I give him a weak smile.

***

    “Y/N/N, what’s wrong?”

  I look up at my boyfriend. He has a look of concern on his face as he takes a seat next to me on the couch.

  I sigh into the quiet. Everyone has fallen asleep, except Charlie and I – we are seated in his living room in front of the fireplace.

  “Nothing. I’m just really tired.”

  “That’s not true, Y/N. You were fine throughout dinner – oh my god, it’s the ice cream, isn’t it?”

  “What?”

  “The pistachio ice cream that Maman made. It was weirdly bitter, eh? It’s okay, you can tell me.”

  I purse my lips. “No, Charlie. The ice cream was great.”

  “Are you sure? You’ve been down since desert.”

  “It’s not the ice cream, babe.”

  “Okay, then, what is it?”

  He looks at me expectantly, and I can sense that he’s feeling anxious.

  “I just – I realized that I don’t fit in.”

  He furrows his brows, but before he can say anything, I start speaking again. “Charlie, you have such a loving and perfect family. And you know how I grew up. What I went through. So, you know that I’m not used to this. I’m not – I’ve never seen love like this in a family, you know. And I don’t fit in here! While your mother was being so nice to me, I kept wondering when she’s going to scream at me. Or when your father was genuinely interested in me, I kept thinking that maybe he’s trying to find a way to get rid of me. It’s just – it’s just the way I grew up, and I’ll always be like this, Char. Your family is so nice, and it shocks me, honestly. And I think that maybe it’s better if you date someone who grew up the way you did, someone who’s like you. Because I have been broken my whole life, and I don’t think that I can give you everything that you need. I don’t think I’m good enough for you. You’re the best person that I’ve ever met, and I think you should be with someone who’s worthy of you.”

  I whisper the last part, and feel a teardrop fall into the space between my collarbones. I look down because I’m too afraid of what he might say.

  I hear him breathe out heavily and I feel him take my hands in his.

  “Don’t you ever say that.”

  “But it’s true –”

  “Y/N. Don’t you dare doubt yourself. You are good enough. No, you’re perfect. You’re the strongest woman I know. I completely understand why you feel what you’re feeling right now.”

  He scoots closer to me and cups my cheeks in his hands. “And it’s okay. It’s okay to feel that way. It’s okay to feel shocked. That doesn’t make you a bad person, nor does it make you not good enough. In fact, it makes all the stronger – you went through so much as a kid, and still, you have space in your heart for me. You know, I never doubt the fact that you love me, ever. Because you always make me feel special, make me feel good about myself and always make sure that I’m happy. You always go out of your way to take care of me, and you always make me feel at home. I don’t want anyone other than you. I love you so much and I never, ever wanna lose you.”

  I think I’m fully crying now, as Charlie continues, “It’s okay to feel that way. Take your time. But I’m never leaving you. You’re my person, and you’ll always fit in with me, baby. Always.”

  “Charlie…”

  I look at him properly, and I can see the pain in his eyes as a tear traces along the curve of his cheek. He sniffs, saying, “I’m sorry. I just can’t imagine being with anyone other than you.”

  “Why are you so good to me?” I whisper, my throat still tight from the emotions.

  “Because you deserve someone good, and I can only hope that I’m good for you.”

  I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shoulder as a sob escapes my body. “I’m so sorry, baby. So, so sorry.” I keep whispering that, while he rubs my back, saying ‘it’s okay.’

  “I love you so much, Charlie. Honestly, thanks for being so good to me. You have no idea what you mean to me.”

  I can feel him smile as he says, “I think I have a pretty good idea, yeah.”

***

jatp requests are open <3

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hola Dani, ¿cómo estás? 👋🏼👋🏼👋🏼

I'm very talkative today so this one will probably be extra long, sorry 😬

This is a Clusterfuck

So is my life...!!!  😭

I know this chapter is going to hurt I just know!!!

THE BEGINNING

Fuck Camille 🤬

Listen I'm an Alec stan first and a reasonable person never, so I will be on his side no matter what!!

Kill that bitch... 🔪

But he couldn’t kill the curiosity inside him.

Curiosity is going to take your cat loving baby away 😭

But then he had never turned up.

Oh no 😔 I don't like it!!

Alec had lied and come up with an excuse about meeting his mom.

You shouldn't have lied...!!! About anything!!!

“Magnus doesn’t like sunlight,” Alec rolls his eyes. “He is not a morning person.”

Boom!! In your face!!

🤬🤬🤬🤬 I want to puch her in her stupid face!!!

Stop playing mind games with my twin!!!!

“Write to Edom. Write to Asmodeus. Convince them to let him stay.”

Hoe! Don't do it!! I KNOW YOU!! DON'T!!

He turns on the computer.

Trun it back off!!!

Noooooooooooooo!!! Alec no! Dani make him stop 🙏🏼

His finger hovers over ‘Enter’.

Please don't 😭

He spent all but 20 minutes with her and she got into his head.

Is what she does, she is an evil one!

He stills.

“Magnus?”

Oh shit!! This is it, the end of the beginning 😭 he's leaving 😭😭

Why am I crying? I knew this was gonna happen

THE MIDDLE

Now this is a crying part 😭

Oh shit!! 🥲 you know Dani I actually miss the time when I didn't know what was going on, when the timeline was a mystery to me 😭

The last four years have been the hardest in Alec’s life.

Mine too... I feel like I've been suffering for 30 years from TLND related pains

Max sometimes uses it to practice his TikTok dances.

Naturally, is there a better use for such a room? Sexy Mavid times maybe 😌

I miss Mavid but I also fear that the next time we see them would be about David leaving and I'm not ready for that 🥲

So much so that some people started spreading rumors that Alec married an Asian Man and adopted a Black baby and a Latino boy to win the minority votes.

“You are losing votes, Alec,” Kadir speaks quietly. “It’s two weeks before the reelection and you are losing votes.”

I hate politics!!!

Rafael holds up his laptop. “I, uh, I need to send my college application tonight. I was wondering if you can read my essay.”

I swear Rafael mi bebé precioso not being able to enjoy the college experience is going to be my villain origin story

“Sir, it’s the swimming tournament,” Leslie points out. “The national championship.”

What???? My chaotic child 🥲 I'm very close to flipping tables 🙃

“David went too,” Tian provides.

Of course, mon prince charmant, je l'aime trop 🥰

Alec blinks away the sleep and reads through them both, using track changes to mark his edits.

Ok... so my plan is to go all inception on your brain and take my family to a nice vacation and because I'm in charge no one will bother them it'll be happiness all the way, then I'll return them to you 🤷🏻‍♀️ cause I do love how you torture them, but they need a break 😌🙌🏼

He needs to be strong to survive this.

Me too...!!!

He shuffles close to Magnus and turns around. He lifts the man’s arm and puts it over his waist, clutching it tightly.

Ok, is crying time, is fine, I sleep better when I cry 🥲

“Yes,” Max says with a mouthful of toast. “That’s bad bitch behavior.”

It is bad bitch behavior!!! Is so sad how my baby had plans and then 😭😭😭😭

Magnus smiling. Alec kissing his cheek. Rafael and Max being playful little shits as usual.

Is a beautiful picture, the context however is killing me 😭

Then Alec’s phone starts to ring.

Noooooooooooooo NO NO 😔  please no more, I'm already dead

“It’s under his pillow,” Max says. “He keeps it there so he can look at the pic of dad and talk-”

No Dani!!! It was sad/cute before and now is sad/SAD

“Luca,” Alec says in recognition.

“I would like to talk to Magnus if that’s alright,” the man says, his voice gentle.

Talk to all of them, every single human in that house needs help, I know that's not how therapists work but I'll take it!!

I don't wanna read the letter 😭😭

Alec's hands shake as he shoves the letter back inside the envelope.

Keep it there!!

Ok this part was horrible

THE END

I get a feeling this is going to be even worse, I bet that thing (you know the one 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨) that shall not be named is going to kill my twin

Aww... now THIS is a nice letter, I am love this letter 🥰

“Chocolate and coffee donuts,” Max grins.

I only see Mavid 😍

“Well,” Alec says. “Kinda?”

🤣🤣🤣

“Kind of. I left my inhaler at Edom when I was there to cover for your ass. So, I went to pick it up.”

WAIT!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO... IS THE SAME DAY... nooo Dani, don't you dare!!!!

Alec is going to stop by and see them kissing, isn’t he??

Noooooo... No... nah... NOPE!!! You wouldn't, I mean... no, nope... nah

“What was he doing there?” Alec asks his son.

😜😜😜

“Oh?” Alec says. “Why is he always coming over when I am not home?”

My sweet beloved twin... love is beautiful thing, my theory is that he'll figure it out when he sees Max crying because David is going to England 🙌🏼🙌🏼

He takes out his own phone and then frowns at it. “Ah. I have a free slot before doing jackshit and after finishing fuck-all. We’re good.”

You lying little shit, your calendar is David filled and now Edom sneaking I suppose 🤷🏻‍♀️

Wait... why is the staff on leave at the same time??? Dani... I don't like where this is going 😭

Izzy!!! My queen 🥰🙌🏼

How many donuts are in that box?? I want one 🤣

“Erm,” Alec clears his throat. “I’m off whiskey. For the moment.”

Good! And you better stay that way!!!

“None for me,” she shakes her head. “Thank you.”

OMG 😯 is she pregnant???? 😍

She doesn't want sea food, she is pregnant!!!

“No. No. Like emotionally. It was very emotionally sexy.”

What the fuck is emotionally sexy?? 🤣🤣

“Which is why your vibe detector is unreliable,” Izzy rolls her eyes. “You wouldn’t know shit unless it hits you in the fucking face.”

True...!! I mean Mavid is pretty obvious and you haven't noticed Alec, I am loving this conversation 🙌🏼🙌🏼

“I think you are right,” Alec says in a small voice.

Of course she is!!! Is Izzy!!!

I'm so happy Alec finally had this conversation!!!

“Okay,” she says. “Then go.”

“What? Now?”

Nooooooo... not now!! Tomorrow do it tomorrow!!!

Ay noooo Danielaaaa!!!!

“Yeah, I am not the pregnant one though.”

He knows... good for you Alec!!! ⭐️

Izzy changed the group chat name to People Who are Not Pregnant + Izzy

Can't this people communicate normally??? 🤣

Not since Jace's retirement party.

This I need to see... I know it will hurt but I'm curious 😌

Alec scoffs at that and walks towards the building.

Pleaseeee!!!

Alec’s heart screams at that.

Noooooooooooooo!!!!!

He is wearing that same t-shirt.

My twin I feel your pain!!!

He can feel himself burning. He wants it to stop.

Please tell me he isn't having a heart attack 🙏🏼

When he gets home, he jumps out of the car and runs upstairs.

He is going to see Max with David, isn’t he??

He throws the door open.

He stops.

He sees.

Soooo... it's let's kill Alec day I see!!!

“You’re not going to take him from me,” Max growls.

Oh Max... I don't like this, if Max leaves then Alec would definitely die 😭😭

Ok... this conversation isn't going as bad as I thought it would, I'll keep the hope!!

Ok I spoke too soon, is going terrible!!!

You will see how fucked up this life can get, and you will run away.

Oh Alec!!! 😭😭😭

Max runs after him and blocks his way. “Don’t.”

Please DON'T fight on the stairs, I've seen enough telenovelas to know it won't end well

“No wonder bapak left you,” Max spits. “You make me want to kill myself too.”

MAXWELL!!! 🥺

“Dad?” he hears a voice. “Dad? Are you okay?”

No Max we're all dying right now or we're already dead I don't even know anymore 😭😭😭

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I will never talk to David again. I promise. Please. I’m so sorry. Dad. Please. Don’t cry.

Max you really should stop talking cause if David hears you and I loose my Mavid happiness I won't resuscitate this time 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

He hears Max gasp.

“David?”

Noooooooooooooo....!!!! There are not enough tables in this world for me to flip!!!!

Stumbling. Falling. Scrambling. 

Fuck my life!!! Is like every single thing I didn’t want happened at once!!!

It's the voice of a boy in unimaginable agony. 

It's his Max. 

Wow Dani, you really outdid yourself with this one!!

Sorry for all the yelling 😬 I am LOVE you 💚💚

Thank youuuu Dani!!! You're the best!!!

💚💚💚💚💚

I KNOW I SAY THIS EVERY TIME BUT GIFS >>>>

I literally lost my shit at the Jorah screaming 'Khaleesi' one jhsdbfcjkbnskdncfsk.

ILYYYYYY SEE YOU FRIDAY BABY BOO.

[maryeve-the-bitch]

Un jour de février

Fruk week 2021

Day 4: winter / spring

Words: 2,565

Summary: Domestic fruk. Old married couple vibe. The couple is visiting Matthew in Quebec city during the cold month of february.

Warning: French, so much french (Translations are at the end), and mention of sex. Not really explicit though. 

Francis couldn’t wait to visit his son in february. However, he was dreading the cold and the weather he would face when they’d arrive in the city. He wasn’t used to that kind of cold anymore ergo he knew how much he would suffer through it. At least, he would be in good company and his boyfriend Arthur was coming as well.

As soon as Francis and Arthur landed in Quebec city, they traveled straight to their hotel since Mathieu would only be coming the next day and his meeting in the capital got delayed. Hopefully, Francis would enjoy a nice evening with his dear Arthur. The hotel room they picked had a cozy fireplace with a plaid fluffy blanket laid on the king bed. The decor of the room reminded Francis of a lumberjack’s cabin with deer antlers hanging down from the wall and the wood-like walls. While it wasn’t the usual style Francis would like, he did appreciate the coziness of it. He reminded himself not to let Arthur choose a hotel for them by himself again. At least, the bathroom was huge compared to what he is used to and in the middle of it, there was a bath that could easily fit 3 people in it. At the sight of the bath, Francis gave Arthur a teasing smirk as he tucked a lock of his blond hair behind his hair. Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Sure, love. Later.” Arthur agreed to his boyfriend’s silent plea.

Francis wrapped his arms around Arthur’s from behind.

“Je te promets qu’on passera un bon moment.¹” Francis whispered to his ear as he delicately bit it.

“I promise I’ll kick you in the arse if you don’t stop teasing.” Arthur said with his jaw clenched and a blush on his cheeks.

The comment made Francis chuckle and hugged his boyfriend closer.

“C’est trop facile de te taquiner."² Francis kissed Arthur’s cheek and let go of him.

Since they were both exhausted from the flight and the jetlag, they decided to go to bed early after they took a shower.

In the morning, they decided to wait for Mathieu to tell them when and where they would meet in their room after they got back from eating breakfast on the first floor. Francis looked outside the windows, contemplating the landscape from the city under the snow, as Arthur finished getting dressed and buttoned his shirt up.

“On n’a plus d’hiver comme ça par chez nous, hein?”³ Francis sighed.

“You never had winters like this before. Unless you count the ice age.” Arthur commented.

“Ouais. Du coup, c’est ben mieux que ta pluie 10 mois par année.”⁴ Francis retorted, looking back at his boyfriend.

Arthur glanced at Francis before taking his jacket from the bed and put it on.

“Tu sais que la reine vient pas aujourd’hui, hein?”⁵

“Shut your bloody mouth and get dressed, Francis.” Arthur sighed.

Francis let out a dramatic sigh as he let himself fall on the bed face first and grumbled Arthur’s name on the pillow. Arthur just rolled his eyes, ignoring his melodramatic scene as he was well too familiar with it. Francis turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Peux-tu m’aider, mon amour?”⁶

“What? Help you get dressed? You’re not a child anymore.” As Arthur spoke, he received a notification from his phone that was placed on the desk and charging. He picked it up to see what it was.

“It’s Matthew. He wants to meet at the castle at noon.” Arthur paused to look at the time. “You’ve got one hour to get ready.”

“Quoi? Une heure?” Francis whined. "Ça nous donne même pas le temps de faire l'amour."⁷

"We would if you hurry the fuck up and stop whining."

Francis finally got up from the bed, not without whining even more. At the end, he did get ready in under an hour. When Francis got out of the bathroom, he paraded in front of Arthur who was sitting on the chair in front of the desk. Francis wore an open blue see-through shirt with some kind of green flower pattern on it. As for the bottom part, he wrote black trousers with the same flowery pattern.

"We're not going to a gay pub or a fashion show."

"Ah mais il faut que je sois à la hauteur de moi-même quand je sors. Je ne peux pas sortir comme si je serais un pauvre paysan. Pour qui tu me prends, putain?"⁸

"What the hell does that mean?" Arthur sighed. "You're going to wear a warm coat at least?"

Francis walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a navy blue double button wool coat and put it on.

"C'est sublime, non?”⁹ Francis turned around to show all angles of his outfit, feeling proud of it.

“Yes. You’re looking very handsome. You’re going to be cold though. Have you not brought something warmer?” Arthur put his hands on his waist.

“J’ai une écharpe qui ira bien avec. De toute façon, on restera pas trop longtemps dehors. Qui serait assez fou pour aller dehors en un temps pareil?”¹⁰ Francis replied.

“Right. Don’t say I haven’t warned you, frog face.”

Francis would probably die of humiliation if he had to wear something ugly so he’d rather die of hypothermia and being pretty than be seen wearing something hideous. The couple left their hotel room and took a cab to get to their destination. They were still a few minutes late, but nothing Arthur would mind and Mathieu was already waiting for them in front of the castle as agreed.

Upon meeting, Francis hugged Mathieu tightly since he hadn't seen him for months. Arthur greeted him politely under his giant coat that he brought to make sure he didn’t freeze to death. He wore both a winter hat and the hood of his coat with a scarf and at least 2 pairs of gloves. Since Mathieu knew both Arthur and Francis, he didn’t make a comment on how they were dressed. In his opinion, one was overdoing it and the other thought fashion was more important than warmth.

Since Mathieu was getting hungry, they went and looked for a restaurant. While Francis wasn’t hungry, he was gladly welcoming the idea of getting inside. He’s only been 2 minutes out and thought his nipples were already frozen. On their way to the restaurant, Francis tried to warm himself with his hands in his coat pockets and holding his arms close to his body, without much success.

After going down some stairs, at Francis’ displeasure, they walked down a small street that led to the restaurant. Francis remembered that street, he visited it during summer a long time ago. It changed a bit but not enough to not recognise it. He would admire the scenery if he wasn’t so goddamn cold. He just couldn't wait to get to the restaurant at last. Mathieu was explaining to Arthur the historic facts of some buildings even though Arthur already knew those facts; he just forgot. Their chatter sounded mostly background noises to Francis as his focus was mostly on his movements.

Finally, they reached the restaurant. They got seated and offered the menu to order.

“You’re awfully quiet, frog.” Arthur commented as he opened the menu. “Not complaining. That’s just unusual for you.”

Francis glared at his boyfriend. They both knew why he was quiet.

“Can you two stay civil please?” Mathieu asked. He knew his dads and their tendency to fight or argue way too well.

“Of course, lad.” Arthur replied. “I’d offer you my coat for a while, at least until you warm up, but I know too well you won’t accept it.” He continued.

“J’ai pas besoin de ta pitié. Je vais juste commander un bon café chaud et ça ira.¹¹ Francis replied.

“If you say so, love. I hope they offer good tea here.” Arthur said, dismissing Francis’s passive aggressivity.

The waitress came soon after and they all ordered their food and drinks. She took back the menus and left for the kitchen.

“You two are so different. I sometimes wonder how you are still together.” Mathieu commented.

Both Francis and Arthur looked at each other, Francis smiling lovingly.

“Cause we have great sex. That’s why.” Arthur answered Mathieu’s wonderment. He soon received a kick under the table from his partner.

“C’est vrai.”¹² Francis added.

“Please stop. I don’t want to know.” Mathieu interrupted Francis before he would add anything too explicit for him. The Frenchman chuckled while Arthur smiled. Well, at least, Mathieu succeeded to ease the situation between the two.

While they waited for their order, Francis grabbed Arthur’s hand under the table.

“Fucking hell, Francis!” Arthur exclaimed when he felt his boyfriend’s cold hand on his.

“Ah. Je suis désolé, mon amour.”¹³ Francis apologised, looking dejected.

“It’s fine. You surprised me, that’s all.” Arthur said softly as he took Francis’s hand in his.

Thankful, Francis smiled and let Arthur warm his hand. Usually, Arthur hated public displays of affection even as small as hand holding, so it overjoyed him that he accepted to do so.

They talked about Alfred the rest of the time they waited for the order. The American was quite busy at the time so he couldn't make it, but Matthew was grateful he couldn’t because he could easily bring all the attention to him. He appreciated the rare times he got alone with either of his parents. Even when Alfred wasn’t here, he got all the attention, but that was fine with Mathieu. He’d prefer that over Alfred present and talking loudly and interrupting him.

After lunch, Francis felt warmer and happier from the cup of coffee he drank and the small affection he received. His joy wouldn’t last long when Mathieu offered to walk alongside the river and the old port since they were close by. Arthur agreed to it too quickly, Francis thought.

“Et si on allait faire du shopping? Ça serait pas mal, non? Tu m’avais pas parlé d’un centre commercial avec un mini parc d'attractions à l’intérieur?”¹⁴ Francis suggested.

“Well, Matthew and I never liked shopping much and I don’t especially like theme parks either.” Arthur protested as he put his coat back on.

“Besides, there are probably too many people there already.” Mathieu added.

Francis pouted and followed the other two outside. They walked a few minutes until they reached a pedestrian path near the river. Arthur narrated the scenery with tales of the past, including Mathieu in it. Francis would normally enjoy joining in and teasing his partner, but he had troubles following them up even though they walked at a relatively normal pace. The Frenchman wished he was anywhere else other than outside in the cold. He thought of leaving them, calling a taxi and going back to the hotel on his own, but his fingers were already frozen again and he would have to look for the taxi’s number. Arthur probably had the phone number since he called one earlier. However, Francis was too prideful to ask him the number.

They walked and walked until they reached a small park in front of the train station. By that time, Francis thought his fingers were so frozen that he might lose some of them. His feet weren’t any better. Arthur and Mathieu spotted a bench and sat on it to take a break while Francis stood in front of them. At this point, Francis had his hands inside his coat pockets and the bottom half of his head hiding behind the scarf. Some of his hair locks were frozen too for some unknown reason and his cheeks and ears were red, almost turning to purple. When Mathieu sat down, he noticed how cold Francis looked.

“Es-tu correct, papa?”¹⁵ Mathieu asked him with concern.

“Ouais”¹⁶ was all Francis could be able to say through his shivering.

“Would you like to go back to the hotel, Francis?” Arthur sighed.

Francis nodded.

“You could have said so before, you dumb bitch.” Arthur added as he took his phone out to call a taxi.

The Frenchman didn’t have the energy to insult him back. Mathieu stood up and removed his jacket and offered it to his papa. He wouldn’t have taken it if he wasn’t so desperately cold and if he didn’t appreciate and enjoy gifts he received from his kids. The inside of Mathieu’s jacket was really fluffy and warm, like wearing a cloud.

When Arthur was done telling the taxi operator their current location, he hung up the phone and noticed Mathieu gave his jacket to Francis and only wore a red t-shirt.

“Aren’t you cold, Matthew?” He asked his son.

“Nah. It’s only -10°c anyway.” Mathieu shrugged.

Arthur almost choked himself with his saliva at this comment.

“What do you mean, ONLY -10°c? That’s too bloody cold, lad.” Arthur replied, making the taller blond boy laugh. “Even I want to go back inside and get warm. Perhaps get a cup of tea or something.”

“We can wait for your taxi inside the train station if you want.” Mathieu suggested.

The other two didn’t even have to say anything; they both agreed and followed Mathieu inside the train station.

Back at the hotel room, after Arthur took out his own coat, gloves and hat, he helped Francis get undressed and wrapped him around in the fluffy tartan blanket from the bed.

“Sit down on the chair and I’ll light up the fireplace for you.” Arthur requested him.

Francis smiled softly as he sat down in one of the two sofa chairs in front of the fireplace. It didn’t take long for him to sit with his bare feet on the chair, holding his legs close to his body. Arthur took a match out of the matchbox sitting on the top of the fireplace and lit it up. He quickly threw the match inside the fireplace and closed the glass door.

“Right. I’ll get some water boiling for tea. Would you like a cup?” Arthur asked.

“Oui, s’il te plaît.” ¹⁷

Arthur kissed his boyfriend’s red cold cheek and left to the small kitchen to boil some water with the kettle. Francis laid on the side of his head on the chair and watched him, smiling. While Arthur rarely said he loved him or complimented him much, he did care a lot when it mattered. He was there for him if he needed him and of course, Francis would do exactly the same.

Arthur came back with two cups of boiling hot water and put it down on the side table between the two sofa chairs and sat down next to Francis. The Frenchman noticed his boyfriend brought his own tea bags and even thought of bringing Francis’ favourite kind of tea even though he preferred coffee over tea. He watched as Arthur soaked the tea into the cup.

“Are you feeling better, love?”

“Oui. Merci.”

“You’re welcome”

Francis got up from his chair and went to sit on Arthur’s lap.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Francis wrapped his arms around his partner’s neck and kissed him tenderly.

“I love you.” Francis whispered after he was done kissing. Arthur blushed and pulled Francis closer.

“Je t’aime aussi.”¹⁸ Arthur whispered back.

Translation:

¹ “I promise you a great time.”

² “It’s too easy to tease you”

³ “We don’t have winter like this back home, do we?”

⁴ “Yeah. At least, it’s better than your rain for 10 months a year.”

⁵ “You know the Queen isn’t coming today, right?”

⁶ “Can you help me, my love?”

⁷"What? One hour? We won't even have time to have sex."

⁸ "I must be at the top of myself. I can't go out like a poor peasant. Who do you think I am?"

⁹ “It’s gorgeous, right?”

¹⁰ “I have a scarf that would look good with it. Anyway, we won’t stay long outside. Who in their right mind would stay outside in that kind of weather?”

¹¹ “I don’t need your pity. I’ll order a nice hot coffee and I’ll be fine.”

¹² “It’s true

¹³ “Ah. I’m sorry, my love.”

¹⁴ “What about going shopping? Wouldn’t it be nice, would it? You told me about a shopping mall with a mini theme park inside, didn’t you?”

¹⁵ “Are you ok, dad?”

¹⁶“Yeah”

¹⁷ “Yes please.”

¹⁸ “I love you too.”

[elsafowl]

Las Chicas del Cable, S05 (part 2) | REVIEW

Okay, so SPOILERS AHEAD for the final episodes of Las Chicas del Cable (or Cable Girls in english or Les Demoiselles du Téléphone in french). You have been warned, if you read this post further than this, it's on you.

Now, let's talk.

I don't really have a logical order for my talking points, actually I kinda finished the last episode 10 minutes ago and I just stopped ugly crying so forgive me for the feels and over punctuation.

THE ENDING: yeah, let's start with the freaking ending. The freaking BAD ending, I must say. Sure, I was so sad and overwhelmed with the pre-death flashbacks that I didn't think about it at first but. wow. what a bad ending. Seriously, what were they thinking in the writers' room? "Oh, we are writing a serie about powerful, clever, independent, badass women who survive and fight against all odds for 5 seasons, how can we finish that..." "BY KILLING THEM ALL" "Yay, great idea Steve!" THE FUCK. It was already enough that Ángeles had to die. It was already enough that most of the original main cast had died by the last episode (Carlos, Elisa, Julio, Ángeles, Carmen, that's already a lot of people), but nooooo, you had to kill the main four. The main four, who, let's be clear, died in the most stupid way ever.

ALTERNATIVE ENDING THAT WOULD'VE BEEN WAY BETTER IN MY OPINION: so, modern TV seems to have a problem with 100% happy endings. Like, endings are usually bittersweet, or sad, or damn tragic (glaring at you, Game of Thrones). Let's roll with that. You want a mildly sad and shocking ending for your chicas, but you also really want that years of fights and character developments don't go to waste, and you also want your depiction of the after Civil War era in Spain to be a little bit realistic. What do you do? Let me tell you: you kill your main character in the final. Lidia dies, saving everyone else, sacrificing herself. She is the main, so it's a shock and it's sad (+ the ship war between Lidia/Carlos and Lidia/Francisco is avoided because 2/3 are dead). It's sad but it makes sense: not everyone can survive the Franco regime, not even the main character (who, honestly, has high morals and always try to help everyone even if it puts her in danger). You have the drama and the tears. But Carlota and Óscar? They deserve a happy ending, being badass reporters with their new son Martín, being in love and maybe becoming cool spies during WWII. They deserve this ending, because I'm tired of the Bury Your Gays Trop (seriously. AGAIN??). They deserve a happy ending because this last season was them not being sure they belonged together, and Óscar not feeling like himself, and them breaking up and finally making up at the end, and all of that for WHAT?? Tell me, for what!? Marga needs a happy ending too: she risked everything to save her husband, she freaking gave birth like a pro in the middle of a riot/prison escape and she had her baby and her family is reunited for what... three minutes before she has to freaking die?? No. Just no. I guess I can imagine how these deaths symbolize the fights of all of those women who were forgotten by History, but you don't have to kill all of them to spread the message damn it.

ESPECIALLY WHEN THE REASON FOR THEIR DEATHS SUCKS: maybe I can accept them all dying, if it made sense. But it didn't!! They spent the entire season, hell, the entire serie fighting against everything and everyone - and they were mostly winning!! Las chicas never gave up on anything or on each other, and that's the strength of the show. But here we are, with the last scene: Lydia has a crazy good plan with the book and the sleeping powder and they freaking manage to escape. But oh look, these dumbasses started the train 30 sec too early and they can't run fast enough to jump in it (even though Franscico managed to do so literally 10 min earlier). But oh look, they aren't running fast enough because they are wearing high heels... honestly, I know this sucks, but during the running scene I couldn't stop thinking that they were going to die because they were wearing high heels. And damn, they actually did die. BECAUSE OF A FASHION CHOICE AND BAD TIMING. are you kidding me? They also died because they decided to give up. Again, las chicas, who fought and won against asshole men, against Doña Carmen, against the freaking Franco regime and they gave up. Just like that, because of a train speeding too fast. What the actual fuck???

But let's talk about the other deaths of this season (because they were a lot). I had tears in my eyes for Elisa and that's it. You see, the major problem with these last episodes and their characters' deaths (except the last ones), is that you could feel that the writers had used this specific character and they didn't need them anymore. Julio is fun, but we don't need him anymore: you kill him. Elisa was useful for a bit, but then we don't need her anymore: you kill her. Doña Carmen lost everything, she's not a villain anymore so we don't need her: you kill her. Even this lady from the prison was a cool character, but you needed to show not everyone could come out of this escape alive so bam! you kill her. Honestly, I was okay with all of these deaths even if they were not subtle at all in their intent, but if we add the last four deaths, IT'S JUST TOO MUCH. Like hell, you can't have mostly everyone surviving impossible situations for 4 seasons and then having a real massacre in the last one.

The rhythm: yeah, the rhythm wasn't that great. Everything happened to fast, from plot development to character development. It's a minor complaint tho, because they did good with the few episodes they had and most characters had been developed in previous seasons anyway. But it still felt a little bumpy at times.

Doña Carmen's redemption (of sort): it was a little too fast to my taste. But then, Elisa's death was heartbreaking and Carmen's flashbacks with her children (now both dead, I can't believe I was such a fan of the Cifuentes in the first seasons) made it even more painful. I liked how she didn't backed down or betrayed Lydia in the end. And I like how her ultimate suicide was presented as a victory: Carmen was in charge of her own life, she never let anyone tell her what to do or not to do. She was a great villain, and yeah she dies but not to save anyone, just because she said so and I like that.

Also, I don't remember his name but don't you think there was a hell of a gay tension between Pablo and this guy who betrayed them and got Julio killed? I mean, maybe it's just me, but I think he wasn't really in love with Marga and maybe more with Pablo!

Too bad Sofía wasn't developed more. She was a tool in this last season: a plot device to spy in the prison, and she had like 2 scenes as the daughter of Lidia/Franscisco and 2 scenes as Felipe's love interest but... I don't know, I guess I wanted more of her, since we didn't really get to know her before.

I loved the prison scenes!! They were short, but each of the chicas had her moment to shine and it was particularly pleasing to see Óscar believing in himself again. Carlota and Óscar's arrival in prison was so violent (with the shower scene and everything), I wish they explored a little bit more of that. And also of Lidia suffering and becoming not a person but a number during her 8 months incarcerated.

Where did the nice lady guard from prison go?

Carmen putting her ex-friend and mostly Carlos and Elisa's killer alive in a coffen was pretty satisfying. Yeah, not sorry about that.

I really liked that Franscisco and Lidia didn't really had couple scenes in those final episodes. I'm not such a fan of the couple (why do we have to keep the first love forebver?) (the love triangle with Carlos sucks too), and I didn't miss those scenes. They didn't make a big deal of Carlos' death so they made the right choice to not rub it in our faces by having cute lovely scenes between Lidia and Francisco.

Actually, Marga and Pablo were the cutest and the birth scene was awesomely done. How Pablo was so encouraging over the phone, how Marga needed him to tell her she could do it, and she finally did it and the little moment of angst when the baby didn't cry and them obviously naming him Julio. I honestly was so happy, this was definitely one of the best scene (plus, they manage to reunite almost everyone in this scene, between the people in prison with Marga and the people in the apartment with Pablo).

Carlota and Óscar organising the riot was awesome too, and them getting back together was certainly welcomed bonus, even if they didn't get much scenes to explore that.

THIS SCENE WAS GOLD: 

AND SEEING ALL OF THEM WITH ÁNGELES AT THE END, AND ÓSCAR BEING HIMSELF AND EVERYONE BACK IN THE CABLE COMPANY LIKE IN THE FIRST SEASON, THE FREAKING TEARS!!!

Anyway, there is a lot to say about this season. Sure, the ending was terrible to me but that doesn't mean the rest of the season (or even the show) was bad. I think you can see me cool off in this post as I write, now I'm pretty calm and not as mad because I still love this show but damn, why would you ruin the ending like that?? Or like, maybe not ruining it totally, but making it so damn hard?

All in all, I really liked this serie even if the final episode (actually, the last scene) was pretty terrible to me. Of course, the first three seasons were way better than the last two, with the intrigue being around the cable company and less slip up in so many different directions because of the war. I truly think the Civil War and Franco era plot could have been better if they had more episodes, more time to develop it, and maybe more complex storytelling. I will always been grateful to have seen such a wonderful cast of actresses/characters on the show. They were powerful, badass, clever, independent, loving women (and Óscar) who were fighting everyday for their lives, for their loves, for their freedom and for their rights and that was beautiful to watch, especially when the main five characters are so different and yet so connected, so relatable, and so... I don’t know, women? 

Thank you Carlota, Óscar, Marga, Lidia and Angeles. Thank you, las Chicas del Cable. You’ll be dearly missed. ♥

[itsthemoofacewriting]

         My 2020 Writer Wrap-up 

I spent my day doing this instead of working on my WIPs… why am I like this?

Anyway, it’s under the cut because this turned out to be really long but it’s kinda fun. Sorry for posting this on my writing blog but considering it’s about my year in writing it seemed kinda fitting but also another reason it’s under the cut is so you can ignore if you’re only here for writing.

I didn’t tag anyone, but I implore you to do it! It’s so fun and please tag me! I wanna read them!

It really depends on my mood. I’m kinda down for all types and have written them all, but I don’t post some of my sadder stuff.

It really depends on my mood. I’m kinda down for all types and have written them all, but I don’t post some of my sadder stuff.

But my favourite has to be Straw-hat madness mixed in with romance. It’s fun to write and adds more flavour.

Which fic of yours was the hardest to write?

Has to be ‘Delayed’ and ‘Is it okay if I take my time’. Neither of them really wanted to be written and I had to wrangle them more than my other fics.

Which was the easiest?

‘Black Cat’, I’ve never had a story that just flowed through my fingers like that since, ‘Potato peeling’, ‘Feel the burn’, ‘The stars will guide you’. So really, excluding Black Cat, anything that’s quite light and fluffy. Don’t have to watch out for plot, you see.

Favourite story you’ve ever written?

This sounds like such a cop out, but I love all of my stories. I’ve written every single one for a reason and they’ve scratched the itch in my head.

But, if I have to pick (and yes, I will pick multiple, one from each ship) it’s ‘Delayed’ and “I know you’re tired (Why don’t we go back home)’.

Do you write from start to finish or do you hop around?

The way I write has changed a lot over the course of the year I’ve been writing again. I used to write start to finish but I hop around now. Write the scene(/s) I’m really feeling and build or connect from there. Found it helps me write quicker and solve any plot blocks.

Have you ever deleted a published fic?

Nope and I never plan to. My older stuff on FFN is probably frustrating to people as it’s not finished but I like to keep it as a reminder of how far I’ve come.

What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever received?

It was before I got back into writing fanfic again and I was reading a Tumblr post that basically said none of this matters. Whether your fanfic is amazing or awful, it literally doesn’t matter because at least one person will love it and cherish it. It helped me a lot because I used to get so hung up on the reviews/attention when I was younger that I lost sight of what I really enjoyed.

Also, to write how you want to write. Don’t listen to the rules. Rules are made to be broken and when you start to ignore them, you end up producing your best pieces. I agree with this wholeheartedly. I find myself doing a mixture of both and it’s helped a lot.

Another was by a lovely reviewer fairly recently. I was starting to beat myself down again like I did when I was younger, it may have come across, and they just reminded me this is for fun, no one is expecting me to be an award-winning writer and that this is for fun. I remind myself of this constantly and I’ve never looked back since.

Sorry, loads of advice but I use it a lot to keep me in the right mind frame and remind myself that I write to escape life.

What’s the worst?

Anything that’s the opposite of the above. I remember reading a post about grammar etc and I do use that/read them to improve my writing but the tone of it was judgemental and it irked me.

Have you ever collabed with another writer?

No, but I’d absolutely love to if it was the right person.

How many WIPS do you have right now?

*sobs* So, so many. Some of them I’ve used to get me out of writers block and probably won’t ever post but some others are WIPs that I feel in love with and then promptly fell back out of love with. I’ll work on those again at some point.

I’ve got about four right now that I’m actively working on (it helps me to jump about sometimes).

Story you are most proud of?

It’s always going to be ‘Black Cat’. I go back and read it and cringe at the wording/grammar etc but it was my first ever big, plotted story that just swept me away for over a month. I lived in that world and I was so sad when I finished it.

There’s another huge one I’m working on and I think I’ll be proud when I finish that, but we’ll see. This one’s a bit harder.

Best review you’ve ever gotten?

I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to pick one. Honestly, I love every single review, obviously I love the more detailed ones, but it always gets me that someone took the time to not only read my stuff but also leave lovely words! So nope, not singling any of them out. Just a huge thank you to everyone that leaves them.

Worse review you’ve ever gotten?

Now, this I will do. They are so far and few between (there’s literally none). I can only think of like three?

But I think one of them basically reviewed that it was an awful ship… that was it. It didn’t even upset me, I laughed. Because they took the time to say that, but didn’t criticise the plot or my writing, so I’m taking it as a win that they enjoyed everything else but the ship.  

Do you reread your own stories?

Hell yeah, I do! I reread them all the time. I write most of them for myself anyway, so I always enjoy it… and I use it to pick up where I could improve.

Do you want to be published some day?

Nope, but I have no plans of leaving fanfic behind. I enjoy it too much.

Favourite character to write?

Nami. Goes without saying.

Least favourite character to write?

God, don’t come at me. But Franky and Brook. I just can’t grasp much from them. Wish I could figure out Franky so I could write some Frobin.

Do you set yourself deadlines or goals?

Hmmm, occasionally. It’s only if I’m writing for an event or certain holiday, otherwise not really.

Is there a trop you’ve never written but want to try?

So many and I think about it all the time, normally when I’m thinking of fic ideas.

Royalty AU- one for SaNami and ZoNami. I’m currently plotting for both.

Like to write a slow burn at some point.

Witch AU

Basically lots of AUs.

Maybe another big, plotted piece if I can think of something.

Is there a trope you will never write?

Nothing tragic or sad that I can’t fix.

How long have you been a writer?

Think I started writing in 2010/2011, so about 10 years. I may not have written anything in my huge hiatus, but I daydreamed a lot, so I’m counting it.

Hardest part of writing?

When you get to a tough bit, or halfway through when you’ve had enough but you also want to finish it.

Procrastinating.

Editing.

Easiest part of writing?

Dialogue. I have so much fun writing dialogue. And descriptions and thoughts.

Best part of writing fanfic?

Finally posting it and sharing it with everyone. Especially when it’s a piece I’m excited about.

Share the plot of a WIP you haven’t published yet

Oh man. I reaallly try not to do this. Because if I do, I hit a roadblock or change my mind and never post it.

Tell us something unique that you bring to all of your stories!

…I don’t think I do?

So instead, a fun fact! I have both my title and summary written out before I start the fic.

If you’re still here

Dude, I admire your concentration. Even I checked out about halfway through. But, as you are, a huge thank you, once again, for such a fun year! Thank you for reading and sharing this experience with me. I’ve had the best time and I have no plans to stop. So let’s roll on 2021.

[reidimagines]

Cinnamon and Vanilla

ahh, yes, my fave trop: sunshine and tough exterior relationship. hope you enjoy!

Warning! brief homophobia by the unsub

Summary: Y/n is a baker from around the corner, that happens to be dating Emily. Because if this, she stops by at least once a week with fresh good, if only to see Emily. The team doesn’t know about what they have going on behind closed doors, until a slight inconvenience happens.

“Plans for the weekend?” Derek asked, turning his last file in and grinning at Emily.

 “Why are you asking?” She said, preparing her bag.

“You’ve just been happy, maybe a special occasion? A date?”

Emily laughed, shaking her head. “If you count sleeping and drinking wine as a special occasion, yeah.” Derek chuckled, walking back to the office with her.

“Well, I just can’t believe a pretty woman like you isn’t getting attention from men.”

 She just rolled her eyes. “Who says I want that?”

“Ohh,” He drawled out with a grin. “Sounds like you got your eyes on someone-“

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Emily said. “Let’s not do this.” That only made him laugh more.

“Well, who are you texting in the car, who are you calling every evening when we’re on a case?”

“Shut up,” She groaned, moving to her desk. Then, it was as if the sun was shining a bit brighter again, as if everything made a bit more sense. You stepped in.

“Hey!” You were carrying a big bag, and everyone could almost smell the goods inside. “Emily texted you got back, so I brought some goods, figured you could use them.” You flashed Emily a brief smile, a little brighter for her. It didn’t matter, not really. From the moment you’d walked in, she had a large grin on her face, one so bright and loving that it surprised her no one commented on it. That no one noticed.

From the moment you walked in, everyone’s eyes were on you. You had this effect, Emily called it the sunshine effect of Y/n. When you entered the room, you compelled people to look at you, and when they did, they saw beauty, they smelled vanilla and cinnamon. It was all so you, and Emily loved every detail.

“Definitely made my week,” Derek grinned. “Prentiss, you have the most amazing friend in the world.” He said, digging into one of the boxes. If she hadn’t been so focused on you, she wouldn’t have noticed your slight flinch at the words, the way you looked at your hands.

The other members soon came for their piece, too. “You’re a gem,” JJ said.

“We’d make a good duo in the kitchen,” Rossi said, which made you smile like an idiot.

As delicious as it was, Emily couldn’t stand you so close, yet so far. “Hey,” she placed her tart down. “Can we talk?”

You smiled, and every cloud seemed to vanish. “Of course,” you followed her, until you were out of earshot. “I missed you.” You said, then. You reached for her hand, which she squeezed.

“How- how are you?” She managed. “I wish I could have talked to you more, but-“ You wanted to kiss her. You always did, when you were in the office, seeing her after a long while. As much as you understood why she wanted to keep it a secret, you wanted to hug her, and give her a hello kiss.

“It’s okay,” You smiled. “I’m okay. I’d be amazing if you said you’d come over tonight, though.” She took a small step closer.

“Try to keep me away.”

You hummed, inching closer without meaning to. She didn’t stop you. “Why would I wanna do that?”

With a chuckle, her hand moved to your waist. “Can’t wait to get out of here and kiss you.”

“You can do it now,” You said without really thinking. You regretted it as soon as you said it. “I’m sorry, I understand why you don’t-“

“It’s okay,” She said, taking a step back. “It’s frustrating, I know.” She looked like she wanted to say more, but couldn’t.

You gave her a sad smile, before someone called. “Y/n, do you sell these?” Spencer asked, eating one of your newest creations. “They’re… heavenly.”

You chuckled, moving back to the group. “I’ll bring you some more on the next stop,” You grabbed the bag. “I have to go, gotta clean the shop, but save some for Garcia, please.”

“On it!” JJ said, closing the only box that had something left in it. You felt Emily’s eyes burning in your back, until you left the building.

—

“You should thank Y/n,” Rossi said. “That woman is an angel.”

For a moment, Emily wondered if he knew. It wasn’t like she was ashamed, not at all. It just felt… so personal. As if the team would know one thing too many. If he did, he didn’t comment on it, didn’t give her a look.

Emily smiled. “I thank her every time. Don’t know why she does it.”

Rossi raised his eyebrows, if only in surprise. “Isn’t it obvious?” At the lack of an answer, he continued. “She wants to see you as often as she can.”

Emily looked away, realizing that it was true. She was away for work a lot, and evenings were often cut short by Y/n trying new recipies or preparing for the next day. Their time spent together was little, and it was partly her fault. Not because of her job, per say, but because the time spent together in the office never really was together. They were friends, between those walls.

Emily would consider it, telling the team that she was dating you, but would it change anything, she wondered. Would it change the banter, the jokes. She knew that it wouldn’t, not really, but a voice deeper down whispered that it would, at least a little. She wasn’t scared of a lot of things, but this was one thing she’d always been afraid to face; she had to do it a lot of times, and it never got easier.

Forgetting to continue packing, she was pulled from her thoughts by Hotch. “We have a case,” He said. “No need for a go bag, it’s nearby.”

Cases in their own city were always intense, a bit more personal. But, she could still go to your place, although it would be late. And that was a victory in itself.

“Three women have been found dead,” JJ began, once everyone was seated.

“Three? We’re only getting called in now?”

“The MO was different, the only thing that linked them was that they were women. There’s a black woman, a brunette, and a girl with ginger hair.” JJ showed them pictures. “The first victim had light torture marks, was missing for about 24 hours. The unsub kept the next for at least 36.”

“He’s evolving,” Derek said. “Pretty fast, it you ask me.” He noted the increasing torture marks.

--

She had no idea what time it was, after midnight, for sure. She’d spent another day working at the case, another day where they weren’t sure of what connected the victims, another day they were little closer to finding the unsub.

She came to your apartment, you’d given her the key a little while back, if only to let her come in late without waking you. She half expected you to be asleep, half hoped you wouldn’t be. She found you on the couch, snoozing a bit with a baking competition playing on the television. The apartment smelled amazing, you’d spent the day baking again.

“Hey,” She whispered, carefully trying if it would pull you out your slumber. Your eyes fluttered open, and you smiled.

“You’re back,” You muttered, scooting over and opening your arms. “And you’re safe.”

Emily smiled, laying on the couch against you, your arms comforting around her. She went in for a soft kiss. “I am,” She said softly, letting you trace her face. “We’re not any closer to catching the unsub, though.”

“You’ll catch him,” You muttered, running your fingers through her hair. “You’re strong and smart, everyone on the team is.” You tried to hide a yawn, still sleepy.

She smiled, because even now, you were comforting and warm. It was like she was swimming in a pool of stardust, tickling in a gentle manner, the feeling of being lost in the unlimited space fading. You were there, her rock.

“Come on,” She muttered. “Let’s get to bed.”

You hummed in agreement, turning the tv off. “I’m really glad you’re here, Emily,” You said with a gentle smile as you entered the bedroom. “You make me feel safe.”

Emily was speechless. She had always noticed you felt safe around in the little things, but to hear you say it…

“How long has it been since you slept?” You asked, opening the covers with a smile, a silent offer. She hadn’t been at your place in a few days, and she looked like she hadn’t slept since then.

“Took a nap yesterday,” She said, grateful for the soft bed.

“You need sleep, babe,” You muttered, wrapping your arm around her, letting her move closer, her back soon against you. “How else will you keep us safe?” You teased lightly. It wasn’t until then that she realized how tired she actually was.

“I have to get up in a few hours,” She sighed, already not looking forward to leaving the warm bed.

“Wake me, I want to eat breakfast with you,” You said softly, pulling her a bit closer. “Please.”

She smiled, eyes beginning to drop close. She knew you’d hate yourself for saying that in the morning, but also knew that you’d love every second of it. “Did you bake breakfast, then?”

“Yeah,” You hummed. “A damn good one.” Emily chuckled, she didn’t doubt it.

 —

“Guys, I think I found what they have in common,” Garcia spoke quickly, the sound of her pressing in keys was in the background. “The latest victim had a girlfriend.”

The first thing Emily thought of was you. Oh god, he couldn’t be targeting-

“Let me guess,” Derek said. “So did the other three?”

“No, no,” Garcia said. “But they all had a history of dating women.”

“He’s targeting queer women,” Hotch said. “I think we’re ready to deliver the profile.”

“Hey, Prentiss,” Morgan said, pulling her out of her trance. “You good?”

She could feel the color draining from her face the more the reality set in. “Yeah- I uh, I’ll be right back. I need to make a call.”

She didn’t know if she was supposed to tell you, but she couldn’t not tell you. You were an openly queer woman, it didn’t take much more than a visit to your bakery’s Instagram to find out. She had to warn you, had to ask you to come over. She couldn’t let anything happen to you.

She stood up, if a bit unsteady. She felt the eyes of the team upon her, but no one followed her outside. She hadn’t noticed her hands were trembling. She had to know you were safe, wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t. She dialed your number, and felt a wave of relief wash over her when you answered.

“What a nice surprise,” You mused softly. She could hear all kinds of sounds around you, the bakery was full of life. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Y/n,” She was finally able to breathe again. “You’re okay.”

“Yeah,” You sounded confused, and she could just imagine the way your eyebrows were knitted together, how there’d be flour on your face, maybe some chocolate. You’d smell of vanilla and spices, and your hair would be out of your face. Just picturing you made her a bit calmer. “Why wouldn’t I be? Is everything okay?”

Emily quickly shook her head, hoping to clear her thoughts a bit. “I need you to come over,” She said. “Please.”

“Now? It’s the middle of the day, I can’t just leave-”

“He’s targetting queer women, Y/n. Please, I have to know you’re safe.”

She heard you sigh. “Alright, I need to get the cookies out. I’ll close the shop. Be there in thirty.”

Emily closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to keep her calm. It didn’t work as well as she’d hoped. “Text me when you’re ready, I’ll pick you up-”

Despite everything, you chuckled softly. “Baby, it’s a ten minute drive, work the case, okay?”

She nodded to herself, rubbing a hand over her forehead. “Okay,” She muttered. “Yeah. Just… please be safe.”

“I will,” You paused, listening to her hurried breathing. “I love you.”

She smiled at that, her breathing still a bit rushed. “I love you, too.”

After a quick bye, Emily headed back inside, feeling only a little bit better. A part of her knew she was being irrational, at least a bit. They didn’t know where he picked hem up for sure, he hadn’t risked anything during the day, but still…  having you near seemed like the best option. The safest.

“Are you okay?” JJ asked when Emily walked back in. She managed a smile.

“Yes,” She took a deep breath, ready to tell why she stormed out. “I had to call Y/n. She’s… not straight. I asked her to come over here, I want to keep an eye-” She was interrupted by Hotch, who called her over. She excused herself, moving to her boss.

“Yeah?”

“There’s another body found. They think it’s Janne.”

“Already?” The unsub was getting bolder, spending less time with each victim. “He only had her for what, a day?”

“He feels that we’re close,” Hotch nodded. “You, Morgan and Rossi should go.”

“I-” Emily wanted to make sure you arrived here safely, but you were right, you had a job to do. “On my way.”

“Prentiss,” He stopped her. “Are you okay? Is there something we should know?” She quickly shook her head.

“Nothing yet.” While walking over to join Rossi and Morgan, she quickly sent you a message: I’m on a crime scene, text me when you arrive.

“You good?” Derek asks, once the three of them are in the car. “You looked kinda freaked out back there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Emily said, putting her phone away and deciding that she had to be okay, so she was. “So, is there any info?”

“They discovered the body not too long ago,” Rossi said. “They have no idea what the cause of death is, the body was pretty damaged.”

“Well, that didn’t change,” Emily muttered. “Did we get the profile to the media?”

“No, not yet, we figured we’d wait until we checked out the crime scene. He’s going faster, so he might slip, showing more.”

Emily nodded, hoping he had. As with any unsub, she just wanted him off the street as fast as she could, but it was a bit more personal than that this time.

--

Despite the worry, getting lost in her job and train of thoughts was incredibly easy. Emily soon forgot to check her phone, forgot to worry when she didn’t get a text. It wasn’t until they arrived back, that she seemed to remember.

“Hey,” She jogged over to JJ when there was no sign of you or freshly baked cookies. “Where’s Y/n?”

JJ frowned. “She isn’t here. Maybe she went to the police station? Spencer and Hotch are there now.”

Without hesitation, Emily called Spencer, asking if he’d seen you at the station. When his answer was no, she couldn’t breathe. She turned to JJ. “I think Y/n’s been taken.”

“What?” She quickly said, stepping away from her work. “Why do you think that?”

“I asked her to come hours ago, she said she would, and… she fits his type.”

JJ nodded, placing a hand on Emily’s arm, leading her to a chair. “Okay, let’s not jump to conclusions. Let’s check the shop, maybe she got caught up.”

Emily didn’t have the energy to tell her you wouldn’t just not show up without a text, so she nodded, afraid to admit to herself what it meant if you weren’t there. JJ made a quick call, before taking her and Morgan along to your shop.

It was a short drive, but those few minutes hadn’t ever felt as long as they did. When they arrived, Emily knew something was wrong. The lights were out, but the door was unlocked. She could see the slight mess on the counter through the window.

The shop was your pride and joy, you never left it messy, not even for a lunch break. You even cleaned before she greeted Emily. Her breath hitched as she followed her team members in. It was awfully silent, there was no soft music playing in the background, no sounds of ovens, or happy chatter. She went straight to the kitchen. She couldn’t even call the others when she saw what she saw.

The kitchen was a mess, chairs were knocked over, a tray was bent and laying next to a few drops of blood. There was flour, all over the floor. She could see how you were dragged from under the table in the marks. What upset her the most, was the pool of blood. She couldn’t bring herself to look at it.

“Prentiss?” She finally heard, yet couldn’t turn her head, not when she was torturing herself with imagining what went down. “JJ!” Morgan called, stepping into the room.

“She was taken,” Emily whispered, taking a step back. “Is that hers?” She pointed to the blood, knowing Derek couldn’t tell for sure.

“Emily,” He said softly. She backed away some more, into JJ, who wrapped an arm around her for support.

She shook her head. She couldn’t get emotional now, she had to find you. “I’ll call Hotch.” She said, pushing JJ’s arm away and going outside. She couldn’t be inside there, not when it screamed Y/n, not when she swore she could smell your perfume. Not when she knew what took her.

Once outside, she wasted little time, forcing her mindset to change. “Hotch, he took another girl. Y/n Y/l/n.”

He was silent for a short while. She had no idea what was going on in his head, wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “Alright, we may have found a lead. Meet us back at the station.”

--

“Okay, okay,” They could hear Garcia punching the keys with a bit more hurry and power than usual. Or maybe it just seemed that way to Emily.

Everything seemed to be going faster, as if before she knew it, they’d find you tortured, raped, and dead.

“Still six names.”

“Garcia, try looking for someone who’s been arrested or reported for crimes against members of the LGBT+ community and other discrimination crimes.” Spencer said.

She pressed a few keys, letting go of a tight breath. “One. Carl Lafosse, sending you his address right now.”

It was a weird relief to finally have a name on the person doing all this damage, on the person who was doing god knew what to you.

“Let’s go.” Emily said. She was the first out the door, insisting on driving. The drive felt too long, even when they were going as fast as they could without flying off the road. When she finally pulled up near the house, she was worked up and anxious. There was no time for that, though.

“Local police is on their way, we should wait for backup.” Hotch said. “There’s no clear sign she’s-”

“We’re going to wait?” Emily said, unable to keep the spat out of her voice. “We’re going to wait, while that asshole is doing god knows what-” She stopped. “Did you hear that?”

She turned her attention to the house, certain that she’d heard something. Then, it sounded again, a muffled scream, hold back by the walls.

“She’s inside.”

Hotch nodded: “Good enough for me.” He said, glancing at Morgan, who was getting ready to kick the door in.

Emily and Reid went to the left, the others splitting to the right or up the stairs. A chorus of ‘clear’ followed, until Emily heard your voice.

“Please,” Your voice was weak, afraid. “They’re already here, there’s nothing-” You yelped in surprise a soft sob following. Emily nodded at Reid and they turned the corner. The man they saw, Carl, was holding you, a knife pressing into your neck.

Your face was stained with tears, and while she knew she shouldn’t, Emily looked at you.

“Emily,” You said, a voice filled with relief, plead, fear.

“Put the knife down, Carl,” Emily said, having to tear her eyes away. He pulled you closer, a hand on your shoulder, holding you tightly. She saw blood welling from beneath the knife. You whimpered, trying to lean back as fresh tears rolled over your cheeks.

“There’s no need for anyone to get hurt more.” Spencer glanced at you, licking his lips before speaking. “You already ruined her,” He spoke, hoping that part of the profile was correct.

“She’s a sinner,” He said, not faltering. “It’s not right, it shouldn’t be-” He put the knife from your throat just a bit, getting carried away in his homophobic speech.

There was no way she could get a clear shot without risking hurting you.

“Alright,” Emily said, but before she could continue, you’d turned your head, teeth digging into his hand on your shoulder.

He screamed, dropping the knife in surprise. You pulled back, running for Emily as Carl grabbed for you, but Spencer shot him. Emily immediately opened her arms, crossing the few feet of distance and pulling you against her. You buried your face against her shoulder, another sob leaving you.

“Did he hurt you?” Emily asked, holding you close and tight, pressing her chin against your head. She was so angry, watched as medics came in to rush him away. You were with her, she told herself. She could feel your heart beating wildly, but you were alive. That, plus the fact that he would never have freedom again, took just a hint off her anger.

You nodded against her shoulder. “Just my head,” You whispered, your voice hoarse and strained. “I’m really sorry.” You said, pulling away enough to look in her eyes. Tears welled up again. You couldn’t seem to stop them.

“Hey,” She whispered, not loosening her grip on you. How could you even think that? “It’s not your fault,” One hand moved to your face, wiping a drop of blood from the corner of your mouth. “Medics should be outside.”

You nodded, managing a smile. “Do you have a mint?” You leaned against her as she helped you outside, your head was pounding, your midriff sore from the few hits you took.

Emily squeezed your waist softly, not wanting to hurt you. Despite it all, you still managed to cheer her up with a simple joke.“I’ll get you one.”

The team was waiting outside, Carl was already in the ambulance.

“I’ll go with her,” Emily said. You were clinging onto her jacket, but she was clinging to you just as much. She was almost scared to take her eyes off of you.

She held your hand as you were brought in the ambulance, and held your hand the entire way there, speaking softly to you. Despite the pain, and the situation you’d been in, you smiled, and as you did, so did Emily.

You were still alive, maybe a bit damaged, but you were still you, and strong. You’d survive this, and Emily was going to be there for you.

--

“She has a concussion and a few bruised ribs,” The doctor said. Derek said she only came out because if he didn’t, Emily would have paced a hole in the floor. “She needs a few days of rests, but she can go home in a few hours.”

Emily finally dared to let go of a deep breath of relief, one she had been holding for hours on end. “Thank you,” She said, closing her eyes. She wanted nothing more but to go to you, hold you hand, and tell you you were okay, that she was there. “Can I…” She trailed off, at which the doctor smiled.

“Of course.” Emily rushed in, JJ and Morgan, the only ones who had been able to come to the hospital, followed. She took a seat on the bed, and you grinned as she entered. You looked much better and calmer.

“Finally,” You huffed, faking annoyance pretty badly. “I told her I was feeling fine like ten times before she agreed to stop testing.”

Emily chuckled, taking your hand. Morgan took a seat, and JJ stood at the end of your bed.

“How are you feeling?” JJ asked, pretending not to notice Emily was holding onto you for dear life.

“Freaking great,” You said. “Everything hurts, but I have jello.”

“You were really brave,” Emily said, eyes on only you. She brushed her fingers through your hair. “How did you even think of biting him?”

“Only seemed fair,” You wanted to reach out for Emily, but didn’t dare to. You didn’t know if it was going to hurt, reaching up, or if she’d be comfortable with it.

Morgan seemed to pick up on what was going on, and stood up. “JJ, let’s grab something to drink.”

She raised an eyebrow, but after a few glances, she noticed, smiling along and leaving with him. Once they were out of sight, you tugged her hand lightly.

“Lay with me?” The bed was small, and although a bit uncomfortable for her, she managed.

“I’m sorry,” Emily said, because it was what she had wanted to say ever since she saw you. “I should have come pick you up, I should have noticed you not texting me-”

“Baby,” Your voice was soft, but she stopped talking, waiting for you to continue. “Don’t blame yourself. I might have a concussion, but I know this is anything but your fault. You found me.”

She was afraid to touch you, your skin unusually pale, bruises already forming on your cheek. She leaned over to kiss your nose, the only part she was fairly certain wouldn’t hurt you. You scrunched your nose up a bit, smiling sweetly at her.

“Please tell me you’re spending the next few days at my house. Or I in yours, I don’t care.”

“You won’t leave my sight, that’s a promise,”

“Sounds like a burden,” You moved to take her hand as she moved a bit closer.

“Do your lips hurt?” You raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling a whole lot better.

“You know your team will know, right?”

“Did I ask?”

You smiled, wanting to shake you head, but deciding against it. Your brain was shaken enough already. “Kiss them better?”

Despite what you’d been through less than four hours ago, you were already back to smiling and making jokes. She knew that you’d have to deal with it eventually, but she also knew she’d be there. She could be there, always, because she leaned in to kiss you, even though she knew Morgan and JJ were watching them from the window, even though she knew there would be teasing, and her secret would be out. But it was okay, because you were safe and you needed her. And truth be told, she needed you, too.

[sinner-as-saint]

De Trop.

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Requested by Anon:

“Can I ask for something real kinky with Bucky or Sebastian? Age gap + nipple piercing sensibility + overstimulation + fingers in mouth situation?”

 A/N: I gotchu you kinky lil shit! I hope I did well, Anon!

    The car ride home, as you and your boyfriend Sebastian returned from a party, was silent. Not even a word was exchanged. His eyes never left the road, usually he would be pretty chatty around you – but not today.

He was pissed.

 Why?

Oh well, because you got slightly more tipsy than usual and spent more than half the evening ‘flirting’ with his good friend Chris Evans and dancing to scandalous songs with the latter.

To you, it was just a casual fun time you had with Chris; but through Sebastian’s eyes – you overstepped the line.

 “Babe, seriously? It’s just Chris, he’s harmless. All I did was-,”

 “Y/n, just . . . stop talking,” your boyfriend cut you off with a menacing tone. His words sent shivers down your back and you knew better than to defy the man, so you shut up.

A tingly feeling took over as you anticipated what was coming. Usually whenever Sebastian was mad, he’d pin you to his bed and fuck you until you begged him to stop because you couldn’t take it anymore. You bit your lip as the thought of it was both fearful and exciting; very exciting.

  Once home, despite your weak attempts at explaining yourself and your actions, Sebastian had a strong grip on your wrist as he dragged you upstairs; to your shared bedroom.

“Sebby, please. I’m sorry,” you tried your best to apologize, yet a fucked up part of you wanted to see what his ‘punishment’ would consist of.

Sebastian was always very possessive over you, and once in his drunken state, he confessed that it was because of the age gap between the two of you. He was older by 12 years, and a part of him was always insecure that you would leave him for a younger partner.

 “Enough! You need to be kept in check, you can’t go around flirting with everyone,” he spoke, his voice weirdly calmer than you expected. Yet the chilling tone caused goose bumps to erupt all over your body.

 “But I wasn’t flirting, I was j-,”

 “You were on his lap, Y/n! I think I should show you who you really belong to, yeah baby? Now, get out of this dress,” he ordered and you obeyed silently.

  Once the dress and your shoes were off, you sat on the edge of the bed; waiting for your pissed off boyfriend.

He had left the room for a brief moment, and then came back with a pair of handcuffs, a black satin scarf and the vibrator he often used on you when you . . . misbehaved.

 You took in his appearance while his hungry eyes roamed all over your body as well. He was wearing nothing but his black briefs and you were just in a nude colored thong. Both bare and hungry for each other.

 Sebastian approached you like a predator towards his prey. His eyes were slightly darker than usual and his face emotionless.

 “Lay down, hands above your head,” he whispered against your lips once he was closer.

And you followed his instructions.

 Head against the pillow, hands above your head and he took his time in fastening your wrists to the headboard using the handcuffs. Then proceeded to tie the scarf around your head – blindfolding you and increasing your heartbeat in the process.

Your breathing quickened once you could feel the restrain of the cold metal against your wrists. He placed his knee in between your legs and slightly pressed against your core; making you whimper at the contact of his skin against your already dripping core. With no visual of what he was about to do next, it made everything much more exciting.

 His mouth kissed his way down from your jaw to your breasts; taking his time in swirling his tongue around each erected bud multiple times. Sebastian paid special attention to your breasts each time because secretly he was a sucker for your nip piercings; he loved them. 

Slowly, he toyed with each one of the small metal rings around your nipples and tugged on them gently with his teeth. 

You whined and arched your back off the bed, pressing your boob further into his mouth; his teeth lightly grazing your hardened nipples.

 “Sebastian . . . I- fuck!” you exclaimed when you felt his wet tongue against your still clothed core. You bucked your hips against his mouth but he soon pinned your body down using his hand, while the other ran up and down your leg as his mouth continued their assault on you.

You felt his beard brushing against your inner thighs and his nose poking your clit each time he ran his tongue up and down your entrance.

 You sighed in relief when you felt him briefly lifting his mouth off you as he dragged your soaked underwear down your legs; discarding them.

You felt his kisses along your skin as he settled in between your legs, using his knees to keep your legs opened.

 “You’re so beautiful, babe. But you need to learn how to behave around other men. I hate the thought of someone else touching what’s mine, understand?” he asked, dragging a cold finger across your skin lazily; from your chest till your belly button, around it and down until he found your sensitive bundle of nerves.

 You nodded, whimpering at his touch.

 “Good girl,” he whispered against your skin as he leaned down to kiss and bite the skin at your throat. You instinctively tilted your head to give him better access to your skin and you felt him smirk as you did so.

 Not even a second later, you heard the buzzing of the vibrator and you involuntarily moaned at the thought of it against your throbbing heat.

Sebastian chuckled darkly when you did so.

 His left one last kiss on your skin, right beneath your ear and pressed the head of the vibrator against your core; separating your wet folds using his fingers so that the vibrator fluttered right over your swollen clit.

You cried out as soon as the ripples rushed through your entire body. Intuitively, you tried closing your legs but Sebastian’s body prevented that.

He briefly lifted it off your core and lazily hovered it over your nipples, pressing it gently against the sensitive skin. The buzzing sound intensified once the quivering head made contact with the metal rings on your nipples, and he smirked when he heard it. 

You moaned as the buzzing sound of the vibrator rang in your ears and soon, that was all you could focus on.

Your back arched off the bed as Sebastian brought it back to your core and lightly moved the tip of the vibrator up and down your glistening folds.

 “Oh . . . Seb,” you whined and he chuckled again, setting the vibrator on a faster mode.

Your lips parted as a series of cuss words left your mouth; you were helpless. Completely at his mercy, and he liked it.

You so desperately wanted to touch him, but you were held back by the burning restrain of the metal handcuffs.

You wanted to run your hands through his hair and touch him, but you couldn’t. You whined in frustration as your body squirmed under him.

 When your moans became more frequent, Sebastian took it as a cue that you were about to cum, and abruptly lifted the vibrator off your dripping core. Leaving you breathless at the sudden loss of contact with the vibrator.

 “No! Seb, please, please . . .,” you pleaded but he was in a sinister mood of messing with you.

 “What? After all you did tonight, you thought I was just gonna let you cum that easily? Oh no baby, I’m gonna bring you to the edge over and over again until you lose your mind and beg me to fuck you,” he carefully kissed around your throbbing clit as he whispered his vulgar thoughts against your skin.

He cautiously placed a chaste kiss above your clit, knowing perfectly well that it drove you crazy as his beard gently brush over the sensitive bud.

You whined again, pleading him to just touch you; but he wasn’t willing to fall for it.

 Once you got over the rejection of your orgasm, he placed the vibrator against your core again. Your body immediately reacted to the flutters and the vibrations against your dripping entrance was enough to turn you into a moaning mess within the next minute or two.

Sebastian enjoyed it; having you under him, tied up and helpless – squirming under him and begging for his touch; he bloody loved it.

 And yet again, as you were just seconds away from your orgasm, he lifted the vibrator off of your body. Despite the fact that your eyes were closed, you felt a tear escaping your tear duct. You were frustrated, and he knew that.

 “You’re mine, you understand?” Sebastian asked as he brought you on the edge for the fifth time that night.

You were a hot mess; dripping core, teary eyed, frantic breathing as you desperately tried to form coherent sentences but failed each time.

 “Seb, p-,” he shut you up yet again by pushing his two fingers into your mouth. You instinctively took them in and immediately started sucking on them, similar to how you do with his cock.

 He placed the vibrator back down against your core and your back arched off the bed as the sweet pressure formed again. You felt like you were losing your mind, your legs were shakily trying to close but he sat in between them; unmoving.

 “It’s tiring, isn’t it? So close to your release, yet so far. You hate it, don’t you, baby? Well I hate it too, I hate seeing you get comfortable with other men. I hate the thought of someone else touching you because you belong to me!” he stated, his voice deep and gravelly, rocking his fingers into your mouth as he wiggled the vibrator against your throbbing core and you moaned around his fingers.

 You could feel your desire spreading all over the vibrator and all over your inner thighs, and his growing bulge was pressing against your thigh.

 His fingers muffled your moans as you realized you were getting closer to your release again, yet this time, Sebastian didn’t remove the vibrator off of you.

And soon, you felt the pressure becoming too much to handle and you let go; coming around the vibrator with a cry of his name.

He believed that the sight of you so out of control was divine. He almost came in his pants as you whispered his name over and over again like a chant.

He slightly moved the head of the vibrator up and down your folds, coating it in the wetness which flowed uncontrollably out of you. Your entrance throbbed and pulsated as you came. Your breaths shallow and heartbeat going insane inside your chest.

Even after you came, Sebastian didn’t lift the vibrator off of your body, instead; he increased its speed and pushed it further against your dripping core.

His face nuzzled into your neck and you felt each puff of his warm breath against your glistening skin.

 “Seb . . . please, it’s t-too much,” you pleaded again, hoping he’d get the memo that the vibrator was becoming a little too harsh on your sensitive heat. But he deliberately ignored your pleas and focused more on leaving hickeys behind on your skin – marking his territory.

 Your body squirmed under his touch as he rapidly moved the vibrator across your wet core, your legs were shaking as you felt the waves of euphoria wash over you one more time as your orgasm washed over you a second time.

 “The next time we go out, I need you to keep in mind that I don’t mind doing this to your body every single day, for however long it’ll take you to understand that you’re mine alone, you get that?” he whispered slowly in your ear.

A few seconds later, his hand reached around and untied the scarf; allowing you to look up at his gorgeous face again.

 “Seb, please! It’s too much! I’m sorry, please I’m so sorry . . . I- Fuck!” your ability to talk temporarily ceased as he wiggled the vibrator over your clit once again and you cried out his name for the hundredth time that night.

 “I know. I love you baby, but I’m far from being done with you yet,” he whispered against your skin. And you shivered from his words alone.

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[absoloutenonsense]

Please post a snippet 😳

Alright, you talked me into it! 🥰  A snippet from the Nothing But You On My Mind epilogue: 

***

“Mon nounours!” Cedric exclaims, throwing his arms a little out to the side in welcome. “We were just talking of you.”

Louis looks over as Harry settles just beside them. 

“Excuse me, Cedric, Pierre, can I steal him away?”

“Of course,” Cedric says, and then he winks at Louis. “Don’t have too much fun, or you will not want to come back to the party.”

“Ah, they won’t miss us,” Harry says. 

Louis rolls his eyes. “Do you know who you are?”

Harry squeezes Louis’ hip and leans in to whisper in his ear, “M’Harry,” he says. A shiver runs through Louis’ body. “And you’re Louis.”

“Merde,” Pierre says to Cedric with a laugh. “Ils devraient partir avant qu'il ne fasse trop chaud ici.”

“Go!” Cedric says, laughing as well, “or Pierre will leave me for you both!”

Harry, who’s never one to look a gift (escape) horse in the mouth, grabs Louis’ hand and pulls him along until they turn around a corner. Once they’re out of sight, Harry’s hand untangles itself from Louis’ and slips along his lower back to grip Louis’ bum. 

“Harry!” Louis giggle-whispers. “We’re in public!”

“I don’t see anyone else around, do you?” He gives one cheek a little squeeze, which causes Louis to yelp. “Besides, everyone’s supposed to stay in the main hall and you remember what Rebecca said. No one is allowed in any other part of the museum.”

“So where are we going then?”

“To another part of the museum,” Harry says simply. 

Louis shakes his head. “You always were a rule breaker.”

“I’d break all the rules for you.”

“Never asked you to.”

Harry stops then and turns to him, hands traveling up from his backside to his waist. “Aren’t you glad, though, Darling?”

Louis feels his eyes crinkle as he looks up into those sparkling green eyes. “That I am, Love.”

Harry leans down to give him a soft kiss, which Louis tilts his head for easily. After a few moments, he pulls away. “Is there a loo around?”

Harry smiles cheekily, “V’got one in my arms right now.”

He rolls his eyes again. “Shut up or I’ll change my mind about blowing you in the toilets.”

Harry groans. “I want that, I really, really do, but I actually have something I want to show you.”

“Fine, but that was my one and only offer, so I will not be blowing you tonight.”

“Oh, you say that now,” Harry says, “but when I show you what I’m about to show you, I think you’ll be singing a different tune.”

“Alright then, stud, lead the way.” 

Harry grabs Louis’ hand again and they make their way down a few corridors. It’s dark and quiet this far away from the party and the lights haven’t been shut off completely, but they’ve been brought down quite a bit, just enough to guide the way. 

They come upon a very technical-looking exhibit. Louis sees a sign that says TOMORROW’S WORLD in bold capital letters. 

“You going to show me the future, Harold?” Louis asks. 

Harry keeps pulling him along but looks over his shoulder to grin at him. “Future mixed with the past,” he answers cryptically. 

“Alright, keep your secrets,” Louis says as they weave through different pieces around the room.

Harry slows and stops under a sign saying DRIVERLESS. A few different types of cars are stationed in front of them. One of them, to the left, looks like a sleek, more high-tech version of a 40s automobile. It’s black and shines brightly even in the dim lighting. 

One of them is higher up on a platform. It’s white and black and red and looks like something Batman would drive if he wanted to lay down while doing it. 

The closest one is stunning. It’s a compact little thing, made up of four wheels, a base, and hundreds, maybe thousands, of little stained glass triangles. 

“Wow,” Louis says. 

“Yeah,” Harry says, nodding. “I saw it in the pamphlet when we were booking and thought you might like it. I remember how much you liked the stained glass in the churches we saw in Italy a few months ago.” 

Louis feels himself go to mush on the inside as he turns and smiles at his boyfriend. 

His boyfriend. He smiles a little wider and turns back to look at the car before Harry can catch him doing it. If you liked it, click here to read about the epilogue fundraiser! 

[wistfulcynic]

She and Mr Jones

I am drabble-ing a worrisome amount lately. These little stories just FLOW. 

THIS ONE features “whoops I accidentally slept with my son’s teacher,” a little-used trop that I really like. 

Rating: M  Words: 1200+ Tags: smut, lovers to lovers, modern AU, teachers 

On AO3

@thisonesatellite @kmomof4 @teamhook @stahlop@mariakov81 @facesiousbutton82 (shout if you’d like a tag) 

“No names,” she purrs when he offers to buy her a drink. “Not tonight.” 

“So we’re just ships passing in the night, then?” 

“Passing closely, I hope.” She trails her fingertips up the sleeve of his leather jacket, lets them rest on his collarbone, just beneath the open collar of his shirt. 

“Aye, lass,” he growls, and the promise in his voice makes her thighs clench. “Very closely indeed.” 

He presses her against the wall near the bathrooms less than an hour later, his lips hot on her neck and his cock hard against her belly as she clutches at him, tries to pull him towards the stalls. 

“No,” he says. His eyes are glazed with lust but there is determination in them. “Not here.” He takes her hand and pulls her out the door, into a cab where he kisses her again, hot and desperate, and his hand slides up the inside of her thigh to tease the drenched lace at the top of it. 

She could almost come just from this, she thinks, from his kisses and teasing touches. This is exactly what she needs tonight.

He leads her up some darkened stairs and into an apartment where he slams her back against the door and devours her. His fingers slip beneath the lace this time, slip inside her as his thumb rubs circles on her clit and she comes with a hoarse cry, so quickly she would be embarrassed if she could summon the energy. She is still coming down when he hoists her up, carries her to his bedroom where he lays her on the bed with surprising gentleness. 

There’s nothing gentle in the way he fucks her, though. It’s deep and hard and almost raw, and it dispels the momentary flash of fear she felt when he gazed down at her on his bed and the moonlight hit his face, and she saw something in his eyes that looked like tenderness. He fucks her until she screams, clawing at his back, until she comes harder than she ever has before. He leaves marks on her skin that she knows will last for days, beard burn and bites and bruises, and the soreness between her legs that she secretly loves. Everything he gives her is precisely what she craves, and for a single terrifying moment she doesn’t want to let him go. 

“You can leave now, love,” he says softly, later, when the sweat has dried from their skin for the third time and she begins to feel antsy, in need of escape. “You don’t have to wait until I fall asleep.” 

“I—” she begins. She doesn’t know how to finish. 

“I get it,” he says, understanding in his eyes. And sadness. “I didn’t expect to wake up with a woman who doesn’t even care to learn my name. But—” he brushes his hand gently over her hair, strokes her cheek with this thumb, so softly— “Perhaps once more before you go?” 

He is gentle this time, but somehow that’s also what she needs, his soft kisses down her body, his tongue soothing her sore flesh, his cock slipping inside her one final time, rocking into her until they explode together. He kisses her, feather-light, then rolls away, and he doesn’t move when she gets up, gets dressed, and leaves. 

She calls a cab and waits for it at the end of his street, ignoring the tightness in her chest at the thought of never seeing him again. It will pass. 

—

That afternoon she picks up Henry from Mary Margaret and David’s. He hugs her tightly and holds her hand as they walk home and he tells her about his adventures with his aunt and uncle. Her chest is tight again, but this time it’s from happiness. Henry, she reminds herself. Henry is all she has room for in her life.

—

Henry, and the occasional hard fuck with a hot stranger. He’s still a stranger, she tries to convince herself when she ends up in his bed again. And again. And again. He is a stranger, she insists, because she doesn’t know his name. She knows nothing about him, except that he touches her as no one else ever has, and each time she slips from his arms in the dawn light is harder than the last. 

—

“Don’t forget it’s parent-teacher conferences tonight, Mom,” says Henry one morning, jolting Emma from a reverie involving rough hands teasing heady pleasure from every inch of her skin. She shakes herself, and focuses on her son.

“I haven’t forgotten, kid,” she says. “You’ve reminded me every day for the past two weeks.” 

‘I just really want you to meet Mr Jones,” says Henry, for the tenth or possibly hundredth time. “He’s the best teacher ever.” 

“So you keep saying.” 

“Did I tell you he was in the British navy—”

“Many times.”

“—and he’s been everywhere, Mom, and he has the coolest stories…”

Emma smiles as her son rambles. She’s actually looking forward to meeting this Mr Jones. 

—

She arrives at Henry’s classroom right on time, knocking lightly on the open door to get the attention of the teacher standing with his back to her, tapping on an iPad. Her breath catches in her throat. Something about his thick, dark hair and the way he stands reminds her of— 

Then he speaks and her heart stops. “I’ll be with you in a minute,” he says, in the voice she last heard whispering filth in her ear as her fingers fisted in that very hair. “I just need to finish up these notes.” 

She is frozen, unable to move a muscle and then he turns. “Please come in and have a seat, Ms Swan—” He breaks off on a gasp as his eyes widen. “You,” he whispers. “You’re— you’re Henry Swan’s mother?”

She nods, still frozen in the doorway. “And you’re his teacher,” she croaks. “Mr Jones?” 

“Killian.”  

“Emma.” 

Emotion flares in his eyes and he strides across the room, closing the door behind her. “I’ve waited months to learn your name,” he murmurs, and his voice is rough and needy. “It’s as beautiful as you are.” His hand slides up her hip, settles on her waist. “Please tell me this doesn’t mean I’ll never see you again.” 

“Never fuck me again, you mean,” she attempts to scoff. 

His hand grips her waist. “It’s more than just fucking,” he growls. “You know it is.” She shakes her head, tries to deny it. “Emma,” he says, and her name in his voice nearly ends her. “Look at me.” 

She can’t resist the plea. His eyes are so soft, so blue, and framed by —fuck her life— wire-rimmed glasses. He’s trying to kill her. 

“Give me a chance,” he implores, pulling her closer. “Just a chance to win your heart.” 

“Killian,” she whispers, and he groans. 

“Don’t say my name. Not here. Have dinner with me tonight.” 

“I—” 

“Just a chance, Emma.” 

He’s Henry’s favourite teacher. Her son is inches from loving him already, and she... all she wants is to stay wrapped up in him forever. She should run, now while there is still time. Run far, far away. 

“All right,” she whispers. “Dinner.” They are the scariest words she’s ever spoken. 

The joy in his smile makes her want to cry. 

—

She goes home with him that night as she has so many nights before, and he’s right. It’s not just fucking. Not for a long time. And when he wakes to find her still in his bed the look on his face squeezes her heart again. She’s terrified, abjectly so. And she has never, ever been happier. 

[bluejaysgonerogue]

I’m Sorry Pt.3-Stucky x reader

Endgame

Pt.1 Pt.2

I sit and ponder it for a second, my smile getting bigger. "Good."

After about another hour, I got tired of sitting around and doing nothing in our room. I got up, brushing myself off. "Well, I'mma go be non-romantically social for the first time in a while. Wanna come?"

They get up, following me as I get into the elevator and go down to the Common room. I walk over to the kitchen, making myself tea. Steve stays behind me, hugging my waist. Bucky drops in the tea bag and lemon before kissing me and Steve's cheeks.

"So everything's like... okay now?" Clint asks, looking over at a battered Natasha.

“It's... better. Clint, you of all people should know that our lives are never going to be okay." Natasha starts, putting down her tea. "Were the Avengers. Earths greatest defenders. We are NEVER going to be able to have a normal life unless we stop protecting the earth and go off to some over-protected farm."

"That's a low jab." Clint croaks our, acting as if he was dead. Steve's trop on my waist tightens a tad, his face burrowing deeper into my neck.

"No, it really isn't Barton." Bucky argues through his oatmeal behind me. "We would all love to run away, but the world would go to shit if we did."

"You think I don't know that?"

"Aye, you skipped town on us. That's not cool man." Sam walks into the room, entering the argument. St this point almost everybody is sitting at the breakfast bar, or sitting on couches.

"I-I had good reasons." Clint mutters, earning multiple eye rolls from the team.

"Your family wasn't there. They're gone clint. Who had no reason to leave-" tony starts to speak, but gets cut off by a butter knife imbedding itself next to his head.

"Don't. Don't mention them." Clint starts crying quietly, looking down as his arm is still extended from his throw. "Please don't mention them. Not yet. No so soon after-"

And then he starts bawling like a newborn. Right then and there. Because he lost a larger part of his world. I looks over at Steve and Bucky, getting looks that told me everything.

They had been just like this when I led them.

"Clint, look. I-I'm really sorry." I go up and give him a light hug, letting Natasha take the support lead again. She gets him to go to his room, returning a few minutes later with a... baby monitor in her hand?

"What's the baby things for?" Rhodes asks, taking a bite of his toast.

"He has a monitor in his room." She smiles, a small subtle smile.

"Okay." I make a little bit of food, pop tarts, and waffles with bacon and eggs scrambled. I give them to NAT, and she takes the food to Clint.

After I clean up, I see Steve and Bucky sitting on the couch together. I smile, a sense of peace coming over me. There's only a twinge of doubt- that small, little pit in my stomach and that tiny voice at the back of my head. They're better off without you. Look at them. Aren't they just  perfect for each other? But then I remember what they looked like when I left them. Hell, they still look Like that.

"Y'know what Stevie?" Bucky cuddles closer to Steve.

"What babe?"

"I don't know if we'd still be around this place if she hadn't come back." He seems saddened by the thought of leaving this place. I choose then to vault over the couch and lean against his metal arm.

"Well, it's a good thing I cake back, isn't it."

And that's when I happens. I get the warmest, biggest, most loving hug ever. Bucky pulls me between him and Steve, putting his arms around me and Steve. Cap mirror Buck, putting sun around around us. They lean their heads on top of mine, their foreheads touching each other as they kiss the top of my head.

I just start crying.

It feels so good to be back with them that I feel like a little kid finally learning what emotions are. I feel like a little preschooler who is so moved by a piece of music- I just start bawling in the middle of a concert. They quickly come to my aid of course, kissing me and wiping my tears and giving me love. They just hold me, letting me cry it out. The sobs were never really lousy most likely just barely audible from the kitchen. But they've quieted down, and I just sit there, in the arms of my boys, feeling so overwhelmed with positive emotion I don't know wha to do.

"I love you guys to the end of the 9 realms and back."

"We love you more than you could ever comprehend doll/baby." They chime back at me, giving me more kisses on the cheek. Then they go in-front of me and kid each other.

There's whoops and cheers from the kitchen, and we all stop. They turn around to see Sam clapping with abuse smile on his face, everybody showing the same emotion to varying extents.

"Power couple of the century!" Sam yells, that huge smile on his face with his brows raised. I giggle, my boys turning and tickling me. I giggle uncontrollably before they jsut stop and kiss me and each other. Eventually we're just sitting on the couch, underneath a big blanket watching "me before you".

8362 WC (all three parts)