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m0uchie · 15 days

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Same person from the fem!Scara question!! I don't want to pressure you much tbh so sorry if I do I really am 😭🙏

Maybe like fem!Scara x fem!reader and you can choose if you want it to be fluff or smut I don't really mind either whatever you feel more confident with!❤️

⟡ you hate her (do you really?), but she’s the only way you can get better grades

— pairing : f!scaramouche x f!reader

— warnings : NSFW; humping; fingering; semi-public?; scara’s a bit degrading (she might say something hurtful but she also calls you “love”)

— a/n : don't worry about it, you're not pressuring me!! ;) ISTG IT WAS GONNA BE FLUFF WITH SOME SMUT AND ANGST AND SLOWBURN, BUT I GOT TOO HORNY IM SORRY!!!

The classroom was a mess again.

Every time it ended up like this, no matter how many different classes the two of you had together, she always managed to make friends in all of them, and her charm attracted people of all genders to her table.

Not that this fact bothered you, since you didn't have many friends in college. But it was different when she always sat next to you and talked in the middle of classes to whoever was next to her.

“Ah… excuse me, do you have a pencil?” You sigh, watching the interaction unfold in front of you. Your left cheek resting on your hand, and a girl with long indigo hair turns with a bright smile to hand the pencil to the colleague next to you.

As always, you were right to assume that it wouldn't end there. Soon the girl starts chattering about her life, exchanging phone numbers with flushed cheeks and biting her lips as she twirls a strand of green hair around her index finger. Scaramouche just responded with a smile and a nod, as usual. She was aware of her attractiveness to both boys and girls, but fooling around wasn't her focus at the moment. That's what she always said.

It irritated you how uncommunicative she was and yet it made her one of the most famous people around campus. Known for her perfect shiny hair, clean and soft skin, big round eyes and lashes that made her look like a doll. In addition to the perfect grades she got in every subject. There was nothing she was bad at, and yet, she still managed to handle her time perfectly to be so social, while also studying to the point of fainting. You don't quite know why though.

But despite everything, you didn't blame her, because deep down you knew it was your fault for not being like her, not being her. She would never know what was going on in your head, nor you in hers. And you’d never expose your dark thoughts for others to hear knowing how wrong you were for thinking that way. You would just have to stay as far away from her as possible. It wasn't that difficult, was it?

So why were you in the library, hugging Scaramouche's arm between your legs like a whore? Begging her to help you with your grades while wiggling your ass and looking at her with those puppy dog eyes like it was just an innocent offer?

To Scaramouche, you were nothing less than an ant. Hiding in the corner and focusing on writing down every single word the teacher said. In any case, your grades always fell and hers went up. Your frustrated expression whenever you received the results of a test and the crumpling of your trembling hands on the paper gave you away. She didn't care enough though, it wasn't her problem.

The different could be said about you, and she could almost feel sorry for those deep dark circles and those teary eyes, accompanied by the wet panties of someone whose pussy hadn’t been touched by an experienced hand in oh so long and someone who was willing to give everything in exchange for better grades and lessons by Scaramouche.

Her silly fingers taking advantage to ghost lightly above your heat, wondering why you wore such short and revealing skirts when you were a complete prude known for rejecting so many guys, almost forgetting your hopeful face desperately waiting for an answer.

Scaramouche's smile makes you swallow hard. She doesn't give you any comfort, despite the words she utters: “let's meet in the study room from now on then. Give me your number so we can choose the days for our meetings.”

You should be relieved, you will no longer need to turn to such low measures to get some alone time with the girl. You thought. But was it right to assume that she wasn’t gonna ask anything in return just because she hadn't responded to your offer to do anything for her? This was too easy.

The days when you were in the study room were peaceful. No one could hear anything from outside, just as you couldn't hear anything happening outside the room. Scaramouche was patient and explained you carefully, you hung on every word and it often left your mind in the clouds.

“Getting distracted, are we?” She said the first time, which made your face blush. Since when could a woman's voice get into your mind like that?

Calm wasn't the right word to describe how she sounded to you, because what your body felt was a hint of anything but calm in those moments.

“I brought some sweets. You like them, don't you? Let's take a coffee break."

And every time you were distracted, she would fill you with sweets and talk to you, keeping the atmosphere easy going and comfortable.

The week for your finals was approaching. Your anxiousness distracted you even more when you met, and Scaramouche tried to be as patient as possible through it. But with things going on at home and having to force a smile on her face at college all the time, she was at her limit.

It happened quite often. She’d put up with a lot of bullshit and the patience you started to grow familiar with, would wear thin the moment you ask her to explain the subject to you one more again. She’d make you be the one to pay for her headache this time.

And you did.

“Getting distracted again, are we?” Something in her voice changed, you couldn't wrap your mind around what. Maybe the hint of cynicism, or the gravity in the gentle tone she always carried in her voice. Something changed.

“‘M sorry… I’ll do better.” You apologized for the nth time in the same day, making Scaramouche's eyelid twitch in irritation.

“Well, I didn’t bring any sweets this time, isn’t that such a shame?” You slowly nod when she doesn't continue her speech and looks at you as if waiting for an answer before getting up and walking around your chair, standing behind it. “I’ll have to keep you busy some other way. Always being a dead weight.” She muttered the last part, but you could hear it anyway. Your heartbeat increasing dangerously when she sighs and holds your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks and turning it towards the giant mirror that was next to the study table.

“Weren’t you eager at first to give me something in return for teaching you? I want it now.” She demands, slowly releasing your face and reaching down to aggressively squeeze your breast through your clothes, making you gasp in surprise.

“You're so nervous that your nipples are hard all the time. Are you not aware of what a bra is, love?” Her hand makes space between the valley of your breasts. A tight strapless that made your torso so accessible to Scaramouche. Both for her touches and for her lustful eyes to see.

Her finger surrounds your hardened bud, while she lowers her other hand to your belly all the way to your pelvis and presses deliciously down there, making you throw your head back and lay on the girl's shoulder.

“If you eased your frustrations, you wouldn't be so worried about these stupid tests. Do you even touch yourself?” Your cheeks redden and you purse your lips together from embarrassment. “So… do you?” She asks again, clearly demanding an answer from you, and takes it as enough when you shake your head no.

“Too busy for that?” She scoffs, and all you want to do is stick your head under the ground. “It’s our break now, so you’re not wasting any time since we wouldn’t be studying right now anyway.”

She lifts your clothes over your breasts completely and takes off your skirt, leaving you in just your panties wetting the chair with the slick that coats your fabric.

“Look at this delicious tits…” she flicks your nipples between her fingers, getting your hips to press against your seat and your body squirm in need. “Always perk up like this or only when we meet?” She stares at you for a moment before laughing lowly. “You must not know, since you dress like a whore everywhere you go. And you still have to wonder why it attracts so much attention. Naive little thing.” You whine, pouting your lower lip and frowning to feign offense by her words, but it only makes her laugh.

Her hand goes down to caress the soaking area of what would be your panties, marked by your wet pussy, completely disabling the fabric and making you so uncomfortable under your clothes. Still, Scaramouche ignores your hopeless pleas to strip you out of your undergarments and start gently stroking your swollen clit. From time to time, squeezing it between her fingers to hear the sounds your mouth made. Your hand holds hers, trying to press it harder between your legs even though you feel instant shame the moment you see her smirk.

“Someone’s desperate. Go ahead and grind your little clit on my arm like you did that day, sweets.” She reminds you of the day you asked for her help in the first place, rubbing your clothed pussy against her arm when she just wanted to get a book. Likewise, you do as she asks, using both hands to hold her arm still and play with your clit on her soft skin.

The way you scrunch your beautiful face as she goes back to holding your face with one hand tightly so that you are forced to look at your reflection as you cover her arm with your juices, tears running down your face that drives her absolutely crazy to see the results inside your lacy panties. She reaches the limit when she hears you begging: “p-please, wanna cum so bad.” And press your hole to her fingertips in what would be a failed attempt to tear the fabric that separated the two of you.

“Shhh, let me see what you’ve done.” She tells you, kissing your temple and slipping down your underwear to take a look at your clenching walls. It takes her everything not to just fuck you with her skillful tongue right there, but she’s not giving you this time that easily.

With a goodbye kiss and perhaps a “see you another day” on your clit, she turns her head away from your intimacy. You don't even have time to reason and be disappointed before you feel her fingers playing with your entrance again, opening you up to the mirror and exposing everything to the two of you. Your essence went from your insides to down your ass, your aching red clit and your hole dying to be filled and she wasn’t gonna keep it from being played with.

You cover her mouth with awe as she circles your entrance with a finger, pushing it all the way in and keeping it there.

“Ohhh, it went right in~” she teases. “Can you take two at once?” And adds another one right after, without waiting for a response.

Your swollen bud remains ignored for a while, her fingers making long, deep back-and-forth movements quickly, only slamming her palm against the button for a second before pulling away. Wet noises were emitted by the amount of essence that came out of your pussy until Scaramouche was satisfied and pressed her palm on your clit to make delicious circles while her fingers explored your intimacy.

“You want to get off that badly, so I’m giving you what you want now.” She says, fresh breath hitting your neck from behind, kissing and nibbling the skin when she can. You moan loudly and turn your hand to hold onto the collar of her shirt, clenching harder around her fingers and biting your lower lip to suppress a scream when you feel yourself getting closer to your peak.

“Don’t hurt yourself like that, love.” She warns you, but your mind is too foggy to even focus on what's going on right now.

Clicking her tongue with impatience, Scaramouche lowers her head in front of your face and collides her lips with yours at the same time she buries her knuckles deep into your hole.

Your moans vibrate against her mouth as she swallows your beautiful sounds with her tongue. The pleasure is so overwhelming that your back arches and more tears fall down your face the moment you cum.

She does not hesitate to get down on her knees and lick everything off of you and her fingers before standing up, despite your strong grip on her shirt that tells her not to go away like that.

“You’ll have to do better next time so I can reward you then.” She fixes her tie in front of the mirror and throws her soft hair back, not knowing how excited for the next study session she was making you.

The question after all is: you wanna be her or do you wanna be hers?

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nicoliiita190 · 1 year

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I doubt Philza would be ignored if he were in trouble, let alone by his family and friends.

Lately the publications related to Philza and yandere Forever claim that Philza would be ignored, rejected or even blamed for her situation, moreover Philza would lose all her confidence and let herself be overpowered, which seems to me quite out of place, after all, Philza is a strong person and has a good network of relationships on the island.

First of all, his family: Missa, an understanding, caring and faithful couple, if Philza was kidnapped he would be one of the first to look for and help Philza, he would not just leave Philza aside; Chayanne, Philza's egg son, extremely protective and knowledgeable of Forever's intentions, if Philza disappeared, he would have a culprit in mind, he would not accuse his father of anything, he knows how much his father loves him.

Second, FitMC and Badboyhalo, they are Philza's closest friends on the island, if Philza disappeared they would look for him everywhere, they would not leave him aside, they both have shared a strong relationship with Philza, I doubt they would blame Philza for his situation, they would help him by all means possible.

I guess you could also add Cellbit, in the last transmission you can see he is a good person and would most likely help Philza.

Third but not least, Philza himself, the person who survived 5 years in hardcore mode, and has been in his current world for about 4 years now, the person who inside qsmp fought the binary monster twice, one of the most paranoid, prepared and cautious people on the server, a veteran PVP fighter and the one who is willing to do anything to defend his loved ones, would he let himself be manipulated and subdued? I don't think so, he's more likely to gouge Forever and Quackity's eyes out with his hands or a stick if they would try, being honest, Philza would never give up, one doesn't survive about 9 years in hardcore mode without being an extremely difficult person to bend or break.

What do you guys think?

(English is not my first language, sorry if there are any mistakes).

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sleepsentry · 1 year

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On a lighter note, I’m curious why you think Dipper is similar to Stan and Mabel is similar to Ford

LONG POST INCOMING

Man, great question, but this is a difficult one to articulate in words, without using way too many. So here you go.

I wouldn't say they're more or less similair, I'd rather say: There are similarities between them that run a little deeper than "nerds" and "their less nerdy siblings" and I feel they're under-acknowledged.

Also I do like Stan and Mabel and Ford and Dipper moments, they're usually very cute. ^^

Keep in mind I'm probably gonna get things wrong and I don't consider myself particularly savy with characterisation and identifying it's nuances.

[Dipper and Stan]

Dipper and Stan are both presented as the "straight men" to their "eccentric siblings".

They have their own quirks and general odness but they're both more "socially aware" than their siblings. That doesn't mean socially capable or good with people. But they seem to have an easier time using sarcasm or "getting the joke" especially when they disagree with it.

They both have a somewhat prickly demeanor when they interact with someone they don't like, they make it more than obvious.

Dipper jabbing Pacifica springs to mind, far more sarcastic and quick witted than dip tends to be characterised.

And Stan is just that way with most people he isn't trying to haggle.

They're both quick to reassure their siblings, and help them "get out of their heads" about something that's bugging them, by offering advice or a potential fix. (Stan more when he and ford where little) Hence why they're considered so "selfless" by the fandom. And their sibs are considered.... not that.... for failing to meet certain social expectations while under intense narrative pressure-*cough*

[Ford and Mabel]

Ford and Mabel both are more bright and polite than their siblings, at first glance. They seem more eager to please during first impressions, wich also leads to both or them having trouble saying when something is bugging them. They seem to fear rejection just a smidge more. They're aware people think they're wierd and may subconsciously struggle with it.

(Ford obviously outgrew this, but, he barely talked when he was a teenager especially. I know that's probably because they didn't have a seperate voice actor for teen Ford so they tried to limit his dialogue. But still.)

First things Mabel does is acknowledge his difference and complements him on it, and he complements her back. Very good first impressions.

It makes me so confused when people portray Ford as dismissive of her overall, instead of within the specific context of "understanding being different or invested in paranormal discovery".

They're both still very outgoing on the surface compared to their siblings who come across as a bit more grumbly at times.

They both aren't as overall cynical as Dipper or Stan, but when they are upset it's usually quite significant. It's usually about something more significant than a passive jab or remark, often it's something more serious that they struggle to communicate and have very emotional outbursts.

[Overall]

All of the Pines communicate poorly for the sake of the narrative but I feel the specific way both Ford and Mabel handle those situations to be similair.

Backed up by people's ableist reactions to them when comparing them to their brothers- *cough*

Also this:

While functionally Dipper and Ford are in a similar boat [missing a great opportunity] and Stan and Mabel are both upset for similair reasons [being left behind by their siblings] the way these scenes play out reverses things somewhat. It shows two versions of the same problem, it demonstrates two versions of a similar falling out.

No one in these arguments is technically wrong [except Stanley if you wanna nitpick] aka:

ITS NO ONE'S FAULT.

It's also all of their faults.

It's complicated.

But the fandom-wide "blame game" is juvenile.

I think people don't acknowledge this, instead focusing on poor stanny and his falling out with his brother and sweep ford and mabel under the "selfish" rug for convenience. Even though Mabel was in Stan's position technically [without the guilt of actually ruining anything].

But I guess Mabel doesn't have "failman" charm so she's selfish and dipper's the hero because he has "failboy" charm.

But god forbid Mabel and Ford feel good about themselves, that's so self centered and arrogant!

Just look at these selfish monsters!

In the case of Dipper and Stan:

INSECURITY IS NOT HUMBLE.

In the case of Ford and Mabel:

Self confidence is not arrogance.

This could just be me being neurodivergent but I didn't get the impression Ford thought he and Dipper where "better" only that they where "different".

I was always annoyed by their portion of "Dipper and Mabel VS the future" and I think it's because it rushes a connection that isn't earned.

Plus framing Ford as an almost sinister presence through the lighting and dialogue, as if he's leading Dipper astray. But in the next scene Dipper is declaring his loyalty in a life or death situation.

Like- Dipper, honey, you've known him for a week at most- and you've spent most of that time preventing the apocalyps or worried he's possesed-

Of course Dipper doesn't want Ford to get hurt or die but this moment feels like it's compensating rather than culminating.

It feels rushed and somewhat confusing. Are we supposed to be on board with their connection or not? Is Ford being supportive or misguided?

Is the narrative agreeing that some form of "the suspension bridge effect" is happening and the characters are rushing a connection that may need some second thought?

Tangent aside, the similarities between Dipper and Ford always seemed... a little surface level? More a means to a somewhat rushed end rather than a natural progression. Unsurprising considering they had three episodes to set it up.

However Mabel and Stan at least had a whole show at that point to back it up and make it feel more natural. So I don't really have any tangents to write about it. It's good. :)

OK I think that's all I got. Hope this is half-way coherent, hope I didn't just embarrass myself by stating the obvious.

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mageofseven · 11 months

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"I Wish You Were the Father..." Part 1

I see this post as a sort of continuation of this post, but it's not necessary to read that one in order to enjoy it.

Basically, MC got knocked up by another human in her realm before being brought to the Devildom for the exchange program.

She was overwhelmed so she didn't tell anyone. She died and was resurrected by Barb like before, but so was her child.

All of the Boys know and have been taking care of her.

In this post, she will bond with one of the three older brothers, say the quote above, and fall in love with them.

The other brothers and the rest of the Boys will come in other parts.

So I hope you enjoy~

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Lucifer:

Lucifer has been hovering over the woman as much as possible since That Night™️

After what happened, after what she did for his family...well, taking care of her and her child wasn't even the least he should do.

The human has been nothing but depressed and jumpy since her death, something the oldest couldn't blame her for in the slightest.

Lucifer had hoped bringing her some stability would help making her feel more safe and relaxed; the pride demon wasn't the best at comforting others so he simply used what skills he did have for the pregnant woman

And MC appreciated it; Lucifer really did have a way of making her safe and cared for.

At the same time, the more care she received from him and the other guys, the more guilt she felt.

Yes, that Night™️ she and her baby went through a lot, but still; MC was very much the type of person who helped others and wasn't used to the other way around.

One day, Lucifer came back from his meeting with Diavolo with MC's favorite food, a meal he picked up on the way home.

He pulled out her chair and had her sit down at the table before taking a seat next to her.

"How have you been feeling today?" He asked softly.

MC stared down at her food as she wrapped her arms around her belly.

"Fine..." She mumbled.

"You don't sound 'fine'." He gave a small huff. "Please...just talk about it with me."

"You've treated me so well...treated us so well," She gave her belly a light squeeze as she embraced it. "But...I don't feel like I deserve it."

"MC..." The man could only stare for a moment. How could she say that? "You risked the life of yourself and your child just to save my family from our pain and dysfunction."

"And I'd do it again." She spoke softly. "But...all of the care you're giving me...it makes me feel things I shouldn't."

"What do you mean?" Lucifer raised his gloved hand to wipe away the tear that fell down her cheeks.

MC shook her head before staring down at her belly.

"I wish you could love me...but you could never love me like this." MC hugged her belly tighter. "I wish you were the father...I wish my baby had a dad that actually loved and cared about us..."

The pride demon stared at the human, dark eyes wide as he processed her words and watched tears fall down to her hands and belly.

The man reached out his hand to her cheek and gently guided the woman to meet his gaze.

"Then how about I be just that?" He spoke softly. "Being a parent is not defined by genetics after all."

The human stared up at him in shock, frozen mid breath.

"I...Lucifer..."

The man slowly leaned in, giving the woman time to reject if she preferred to, before pressing his lips to hers.

MC leaned into him during the sweet kiss and even laid a hand on the side of his neck before they pulled away

And when they did, the pride demon saw the woman's eyes beam with so much happiness and love through her tears.

"I love you." He told her. "I...did not want to reveal my feelings for you originally because I was afraid of overwhelming you when you were already going through a difficult time; if I knew you felt the same...I would have confessed sooner."

Suddenly, MC's smiled fell.

"Are...I mean...are you sure about this?" She asked. "I--we're human--"

"And you have shown all of us how strong and beautiful humanity can be." He insisted. "Being human is not a flaw of you or this child; it's a strength of you both as people."

To make another attempt at parenthood when he did so poorly with Satan...it was daunting to the pride demon

However, he loved this woman and her child with every ounce of his soul.

He was going to give them his everything and make sure both mother and child want for naught.

He will take care of both of them for however long this life gives him theirs.

Mammon:

Another man who hovered over her, only he wasn't the least bit subtle about it

Nor did he ever truly doubt it, but did always shoot back how the human needs the Great Mammon to take care of her

And she did. All of the greed demon's care and company really did wonders for the mother and baby.

The two were laying in bed, MC curled up into Mammon's chest.

The two weren't a couple, but anyone who saw the two laying together and embracing the other so intimately would assume such.

Honestly...Mammon and MC didn't know what they were anymore; both held strong feelings for the other, but neither were brave enough to speak them aloud.

Mammon was worried about pushing his feelings on the woman who already went to hell and back for his family, metaphorically speaking, and didn't want to risk stressing MC out while she was pregnant and dealing with complicated stuff.

MC didn't want to tell Mammon her feelings for him because she didn't believe this wonderful man could truly love her, not when she is carrying another man's baby.

The demon realized she was crying before she did when he felt a tear land on his chest.

"'Ey what's that about, huh?" His gaze met the human's.

In truth, the man has grown used to her tears. They used to make him freak out and believe he did something wrong

But with the woman's hormones flaring and their general feelings about the situation, he grew to understand that it was usually not his fault and that helped him stay calm for her.

"Nothing..." She mumbled.

"It don't look like nothin'." Mammon tighten their embrace. "You might as well tell me and save us both the time."

"Does it...bother you that I'm pregnant?"

How was he supposed to answer that??

"I...look, it pisses me off that that d-bag knocked you up and left you to deal with the consequences, but I have nothin' against your kid."

"But..." The woman shook her head. "Nevermind..."

"Human...just spit it out, okay?" He said in a low voice. "The Great Mammon won't judge ya; you know I won't."

"I just..." The human sighed. "Mammon, do you still have feelings for me?"

The demon's face went red.

"W-Whatcha talkin' about all a sudden??"

Everyone knew Mammon had a crush on MC, even the human herself

However, the woman was worried those feelings died the minute he discovered her baby.

The woman sniffled before hiding her face in his chest.

Devil, the man was so tense. How was he supposed to handle this???

"I wish you were my baby's dad..." She cried into his chest.

Holy--did she really say that??

It took a minute for the man to process her words

But once he did, Mammon laid a hand on her belly and pressed a kiss to her head.

"I...Mammon?" The woman raised her head in surprise.

"I-If that's whatcha you want me to be then that's what Imma do."

"You don't have to..."

Mammon stared at her with a serious look, but the blush still on his cheeks.

"Ya ask me if I still have feelin's for ya...the answer is always yes." He told her. "And the truth is, I want that kid to be mine and I want us all to just be happy."

The woman stared in disbelief as Mammon leaned in for kiss and rubbed her belly.

"For now on, yer my girl and that's our kid and we don't have to think about that human asshole, got it?"

MC smiled before nodding and leaning in for another kiss.

Everything is gonna be okay now; the woman just knew it.

Leviathan:

This man and his room was her safe place, just as always.

Despite how awkward Levi was about her pregnancy and ever expending belly, he still cared about his Henry and did what little he felt he could do for her.

Often, the pregnant woman would get overwhelmed and choose to hide in the room with the third brother.

Today is one of those days.

MC was taking a nap while Levi played games with the TV muted, trying to make as little noise as possible for her.

This was both so the woman could sleep undisturbed and so he could listen for if she woke up and needed something from him.

"Le...vi..."

"Y-Yeah?" The man quickly paused his game before turning to his Henry

Only to see her still asleep.

Levi blushed.

Did she....say his name in her sleep???

The envy demon set down his control and crawled over to the bed.

He watched the woman sleep, an action he knew would probably be seen as creepy, but he just wanted to see if she'd say his name again

...plus her sleeping face is really cute 😳

"mmmm...mhmm..."

He listened intently, growing more self conscious by the second

Surely the first time was a fluke and he was being a creepy otaku and this would only upset MC if--

"L...evi...Levi...I love you."

The man tried covering his mouth to muffle his yelp of surprise

But it was too late. The woman's eyes fluttered open and stared at him lovingly, brain still in a sleepy haze.

"Hey..." She gave a soft, sleepy smile.

What was he supposed to say???? After what he just heard especially!!!

It took a couple more seconds for the human's brain to reboot and when she did, her face was just as red as Levi.

The two stared at each other for a moment before MC hid her face in his pillow.

Great, now he made her uncomfortable!!! Gah Levi felt like the worst--

"Levi?" The woman poked an eye out from her hiding spot. "Could...could you lay with me for a bit?"

The two used to lay together a lot before...all of this.

Since he and the others found out about her pregnancy though, the demon couldn't even brush against her arm without jumping out of his skin, let alone lay with her in bed.

MC thought he resented her for being pregnant with another man's baby. No, they weren't together, but she knew she was someone important to him and he wasn't the Avatar of Envy for nothing.

In truth...she was right, at least partially. The more her belly grew, the more awkward and uncomfortable he became.

He also didn't like the thoughts that came into his head.

Levi...has had feelings for her for a while now so...when he discovered she was pregnant...

He was just so jealous.

That stupid human normie was able to date MC of all people?? That dude had that kind of luck yet he still threw her away the moment he found out she was pregnant.

It drove him insane and made him wish that...this baby was his.

Never has Levi really ever thought much about being a dad, but when the person he loved ended up getting pregnant by some shitty guy, it unlocked something in him, something he didn't fully understand

But in this moment, after hearing her declare her love for him in her sleep and now shyly asking for him to lay with her like he used to...the man couldn't say no.

Levi nodded and slowly joined his Henry in bed, laying his head on her chest like he used to

And man, did it feel just like the old days.

The warm, softness of her chest and arms around him, MC playing with his hair with such tenderness...

However, he could hear her heart beating fast, faster than a person who was just sleeping would usually beat and it worried the man

"H-Henry? Are you okay?"

The woman tightened her embrace.

"I don't know..." She said softly. "I just need to hug you for a while. Is that okay?"

Levi nodded in her arms

"S-Sure..."

The two laid together for awhile, causing the demon to eventually relax in her arms

...till his hand slid and accidentally brushed against her belly, causing the man to flinch away like he touched a hot stove.

Bad move, Levi...

"Do you really hate my baby that much?"

"N-No!!!" The man clung to her even tighter in apology. "I-I just...I--"

"I'm sorry." MC started to tear up. "I'm sorry I'm carrying another guy's baby...but please stop pulling away from me."

Stupid!!! Levi should have knew his awkwardness would hurt her, but he didn't know how else to deal with all of this

And now boy was panicking.

"I didn't mean--I'm sorry!!! I just love you and couldn't handle that jerk--"

"Levi?" The tearful woman stared at him, eyes wide.

That's when he realized what he said and started to backpedal.

"I-no! I mean, yes but I--you said it first in your sleep so I just--"

"I did what???" The human's face was redder than Levi's, causing the man to feel the need to speak up a bit more.

"It's fine." He told her. "I...I love you too and I have for a long time."

"Levi..." The woman's chest start to heave up and down unsteadily as her body prepared for some big tears.

The woman squeezed him tightly and cried into his hair.

"I love you..." She sniffled. "I wish this baby was yours...why can't it be yours..."

The envy demon couldn't believe what he was hearing; she was saying all the things he has wanted to hear for so long.

"It...It can be." He blurted out.

MC lifted her head to look down at him.

"Levi--"

"I can be their dad." He offered, nervous. "I...I don't know what I'm doing, but I'll figure it out and try to be a good dad."

"Do...do you mean that?"

"Yes..."

Levi couldn't help it; without much thought, he readjusted himself so he could kiss her.

When he realized what he was doing, he tried to break the kiss, but MC laid both hands on the sides of his face, gently asking him not to pull away

And he'll never pull away; never again.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan

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panderp123 · 5 months

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The Lost Children

Seeing Bells Hells aftermath of the shard rejection and how Ashton has brought down those walls. The group goes off in different directions to come to terms with Ashton doing a selfish thing.

The moment…of all characters to say this…Delilah tells Laudna

“He’s a child…”

Which sparked Laudna to make one of her quirky dolls and pulled at my heartstrings.

But before this happened Fearne was so upset she had a somewhat childish tantrum about Ashton almost dying. Three of the party members have severe childish tendencies all different but wow!

Fearne doesn’t know how to handle anger because in EXU she got scared of being evil or turning. Which resulted in her having silent storm-offs or unusual lashouts. It’s very Fearne and how much isolation she’s had from being protected by Nana Mori. A being of the Feywild, Fearne is a delight but it’s so heartbreaking when something scary happens she becomes this little girl. Or a difficult decision such as reviving Orym earlier in the campaign.

Once Fearne storms off and as predicted Chetney goes off to console her. Ashton became this small thing and the walls were all gone. Some moments caught me by surprise.

“I…just want my parents.”

“I wanted someone to blame other than myself…”

“I don’t like myself very much…”

These are important points because I think Ashton…never really left the desert. Their inner child is constantly crying out for their missing parents. This also concluded my point before that the Greymoore home wasn’t as great as it should have been.

To link back to the doll Laudna makes later in this episode, Ashton sees Laudna and apologises. He didn’t betray her. He just did a dumb thing and that triggers Laudna’s childish tendencies. Laudna doesn’t understand the difference between betrayal over doing something dumb in a selfish manner. However, when the doll is handed to Ashton they start to cry.

Holding it and looking at it which a new look at their mistakes. Ashton is just this broken child deep down.

“I’ve never had a doll before…thank you.”

The fact Ashton had never been given a toy shows you how messed up their time must’ve been at the orphanage. Before they plain jump he tucks the Ashton Doll on his person.

Now on to Laudna, the weight of the events pulls her closer to her patron Delilah. As much as we don’t want her to awaken more I’m kind of glad Laudna had her to talk to for this as I feel Imogen would have sugar-coated it too much.

Delilah albeit dark, evil and narcissistic did make an effort to console Laudna. Not only that but Laudna defied her when Delilah suggested she take the shard.

The childish nature of Laudna is due to her traumatic past. So she clings to her inner child Matilda as those memories are not overshadowed by her time in the castle or with the Brairwoods. By all means this isn’t healthy at all! However, it is character growth.

Naming off all the sad things of her friends' pasts or her own Laudna finds a way to mend Ashton’s inner child by making a doll out of graffitied wood, a chipmunk skull & quartz. It’s simple but it made the tough punk cry so it must have worked.

I’m glad the ice was broken before they took respite in the Feywilds. Despite being homesick Fearne didn’t want to be selfish like Ashton in asking could they go. Given that the group are not mentally stable to face Ruidius they all agreed a needed R&R is needed due to lack of communication.

I like how Matt added Birdie & Ollie at Nana’s because the whole group needs a loving parent unite to help.

Things I’d like to see upcoming:

• Chetney is the Grandpa of wisdom of the group & there’s no BS so more of that. (Be funny if he hit on Alura more just for a laugh xD)

• Laudna & Ashton connect on a wholesome level with childish joys (toys or puppetry)

• Ashton & Fearne reconcile more. No romance but more fixing the foundations before anything happens

• Birdie has a secret 👀

• Allura becomes a more Mother like figure for Imogen in regards to her power.

• Orym gives Ashton a stern talk (Liam was AFK so it be good to see what happens there.)

• Nani Mori knows what to do with the shard 🔥

#dungeons and dragons #fearne critical role #critcal role #bells hells #ashton greymoore #fearne calloway #chetney pock o'pea #matthew mercer #talisen jaffe #ashley johnson

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So about that post we're both included in...the good thing about being at work when I saw that come through was that I wasn't able to respond. lol

I've decided not to respond but something they said that really irked me and wanted to get your thoughts on was this: In all that time between his return and Zuko's exile, there's no evidence that he (Iroh) ever tried to reach out to Azula

This comment and other's like it always irritate me because they always seem to leave out the idea that Azula has to be receptive to Iroh's help. They act like that all Iroh had to do was extend a hand to Azula and she wouldn't turned out the way she did. As if we haven't been shown that Azula has been dismissive of Iroh from a very young age. The idea that Iroh was ignoring her that whole time between when he moved back into the palace and leaving with Zuko, is just another way of blaming Iroh for not loving her enough. I highly doubt Azula was eager to spend time with Iroh around then and tried to avoid it as much as possible. Zuko was trapped on a boat. 😆 You cannot tell me that whatever short time they had together, that Iroh never left the door open for her. At some point, doesn't Azula need to reach out as well?

I'm not sure what I'm asking, I think I just wanted to vent instead of responding to that person. But if you have any thoughts on this, I would love to hear them.

P.S. Sorry for spamming your inbox while going through your old posts. 😁

No problem! Sorry that person reblogged your post to try and continue the argument with me.

You are right that Azula has to be receptive to any attempts Iroh would make to try and reach her, and what we know from canon is that she wasn't. That's why these people always say the doll doesn't matter, because it's evidence of Iroh doing something kind for his niece and her violently rejecting it because she thinks her uncle is a weak fool and her father taught her that people like that deserve to be treated cruelly.

But secondly, lack of being shown him reaching out to her doesn't mean that it never happened. Especially considering Iroh's character and the way he is consistently portrayed, it would be bizarre to interpret him as uncaring towards his niece just because we are not shown it onscreen. The writers expect you to fill in the gaps based on what we are shown onscreen, and what we are shown onscreen is that Iroh, even before his redemption, cares about his family and gets his niece and nephew a gift. We are also shown onscreen that Azula, even as a young child, is cruel towards everyone who is not Ozai, including Iroh, and burns the gift he gives her. Since these characterizations are consistent - Iroh being kind to others, Azula being cruel to others - we can interpret that the reason Iroh and Azula do not have a good relationship is because of what we already know, and that Azula is the reason they do not have a good relationship, and that she would reject whatever attempts Iroh might make to reach out. If the writers wanted to establish that Iroh was uncaring to Azula, it would need to be shown onscreen, since it contradicts everything else we know about his character, and everything we know about Azula and Azula's relationship with Iroh.

It'd be like me trying to argue that Ursa hated Lu Ten, since we never see them interact or get an indication that Ursa feels anything about him one way or the other, except for seeming sad about his death. But that's enough, because we know through everything else we know about Ursa that she is a kind person who cares about her family. Just because we don't see Ursa talking about or interacting with Lu Ten is not evidence of a negative relationship.

I agree that from what we know of Azula as a child, she did not want to spend time with Iroh and probably avoided it. Given how she talks about his reaction to Lu Ten's death, I also think even if Iroh did reach out, he would find it both difficult and extremely painful to be around someone who gleefully made fun of his trauma over his son's death.

Not only does Azula have to be receptive of Iroh, but there is a certain point where Iroh does not need to submit himself to cruelty just because Azula is a child. Azula is also a child with fire powers who is the princess of her nation, and her cruelty towards Iroh is approved by Ozai, who is now the firelord. Can you imagine what it was like for Iroh coming back to that after his son's death, in a world where he was widely seen as a disgrace? How much power does he really have in that situation?

Also imagine that Iroh also has to protect Zuko, who has newly lost his mother, from both his father and his sister.

Imagine, if you will, him inviting both of the children to play pai sho with him one day shortly after his arrival home, aware that he needs to get his niece and nephew away from their father, who now is their only sole parental figure, but also the most powerful man in the country, while he, Iroh, has been reduced overnight to the kooky, disgraced uncle. Even if Azula had accepted that invitation, I imagine that she does not respond well if she were to lose a game to the uncle she thinks is not a real general or the brother she thinks is weak and deserves to be abused. Imagine Iroh trying to problem solve between Zuko and Azula while Azula is shouting at him that he's just a loser who cries all the time because his son died. Meanwhile, Azula is also trying to burn Zuko for taking her piece in the game, and eventually Iroh just has to seperate them both.

And that's sad. It's so sad. I imagine it breaks Iroh's heart to see what is happening to his niece, what his brother is turning her into, just as every cruel jab she aims at him tears open his wounds over the loss of his son, his regret that he might have done something to help her, just as he might have done something to help his brother as he saw Ozai grow into the kind of person he became. We know these are things that are built into Iroh's character, but we also know that he's also not going to allow an abusive person to continue to be enabled, and there's a certain point where what Azula stans seem to want from Iroh is exactly that. They hate him because Azula hates him, and need an excuse for it other than the truth, that Azula was learning to be hateful from her father. They also hate him because he committed the sin of trying to protect Zuko from her and not allowing her to continue the behavior Ozai enabled.

We're also shown this dynamic between Iroh and Azula in the show, from the moment Azula shows up to try and trap Zuko and Iroh immediately susses out her intent and she resents him for it, tries to prevent him from helping Zuko think about what she is saying, and identifies that she needs to seperare Iroh from Zuko. Abusive people are really good at picking out vulnerable people, and also are good at recognizing the people who are less vulnerable and alienating their chosen victims from anyone who is going to be an obstacle, like a protector or guardian. That also increases her hatred of Iroh, that he sees right through her and knows what she's trying to do, and won't allow it. She's not going to respond to an attempt from him to help her because she wouldn't see any benefit to it, because he isn't someone she can manipulate or exploit like Zuko. And she hates that. She hates that she can't control Iroh the way she is used to controlling people, the way she thought she had even her mother under control. Until she learns to let go of that need to control, she is not going to respond to Iroh. Further, he is an obstacle in her continuing to have access to and control Zuko, which increases her hatred of him.

#azula #iroh #abuse cw

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Heavy Rock - 2004, interview with Paul + Review

'Reise Reise' is probably the biggest European metal release of the year, on September 27th the Germans reign supreme in their own right. We bring you to these pages our meeting with the guitarist Paul Landers, who passed through the capital to promote the album. Mario Rockdrigo hunted it in situ.

How has the acquired popularity affected the band?

We have overcome all this success and popularity quite well because it did not fall from the sky, that is, before we played in other groups and we have been making music for 10 years. We knew the business a bit and we weren't overwhelmed by it; besides we are no longer 17 years old - and so much, in fact Paul is about to turn 40 - and this helped us to have our feet on the ground.

The band's music so far hasn't noticed a lot of changes, aren't you afraid of falling into monotony?

It has always been our dream to sound monotonous, although on this album we are less so than on the first, 'Herzeleid', because there are two types of monotony: one boring and one interesting, and if our case were the first we would not have reached our goal.

What are the expectations of the band towards this new album?

It is always somewhat difficult to explain the expectations of each one and if I am honest, one does not stop being afraid of rejection and of not liking anyone, but you never really know beforehand what is going to happen. When we made the album we thought more about finishing songs that we liked and we concentrated on that, we didn't ramble so much about how the release was going to be, how successful we were going to be, but if you ask me now about my forecast I think that we are going to have success.

The album was curiously recorded in Malaga; why this choice?

When we record a record we always like to go out; We prefer not to do it in Germany and when deciding we look a little at the temperatures at that time. In this case it was winter and we wanted to go to a place where there was good weather; Last year we were in France and this year we were looking for a new place, when they showed us the photos of 'El Cortijo' we liked it right away and we quickly decided to go there, we also like Spanish coffee. What is also important to note is that we either need mountains or the sea and in this case we had both.

In this new production there is a greater emphasis on the guitars, which have even more gray hair…

It's interesting because at first we thought to give less weight to the guitars, but it may be that since we've also applied less electronics, synthesizers, sequences or rave mix, they sound better or stronger. Basically Christoph Schneider, our drummer, is to blame, because he was tired of having so much electronic and so many support devices; he suggested that it was necessary to remove all the surrounding paraphernalia and do what we knew how: play.

What are the topics in the lyrics of this new production?

Well, I am going to go into the details a little, for example, a song is called «I have to destroy... but the things that do not belong to me»; In 'Mein Teil', the first single, we reflect a story that happened in Germany, about a case of cannibalism, that of the Rotenburg Cannibal, in which a man voluntarily let himself be eaten by another. In another song we deal with the theme of a well-known poem in our country that talks about a father who is going to kill his son for fear that he will die anyway because the plane they are on falls down. We also treat symbolically, in another song, the story of a man who is walling his wife in the foundation of her house and it's called ‘Stein um Stein.’

You will surely know this question well, but it is necessary to ask it given the gray of the album... Is Rammstein a metal band?

It is quite difficult for a musician to classify himself or box himself in and the usual answer is a bit evasive; It is really difficult to classify Rammstein because we use elements from different styles of music and therefore we cannot say that we are a metal band. On this new album it's especially hard to say what kind of music we represent, just pointing out that it's rock music is a bit gross, it's not right to classify it that way but it's probably the closest thing to it.

What has been Rammstein's formula to achieve success in a German scene full of bands with similar styles like Blind Passengers, In Extremo, KMFDM and in other times Die Krupps?

If there were a formula for success there would be more successful groups.

It's always easier to look back, wonder why a certain group had it and why another didn't. I think that to have it, you first need a vocalist who has charisma and some empathy, in addition to the main thing, good music... although you also need luck.

What are the future plans for Rammstein?

It's simple, in November we are going to start our European tour and we will go, among other countries, to Spain.

What is Rammstein's message for his followers?

We have really enjoyed making this album and we are sure you will enjoy it too. Success, if you really look for it you will get it. Leave your profession, do what you really like and you will succeed.

‘Mein Teil’, the polemics

No one escapes the band's desire to create controversy, in fact the first photo session that appeared this summer -white shirt and tie- seems to be taken from "Days of Fury" (1993), the film starring Michael Douglas where an exemplary worker goes crazy loading up on weapons and wreaking havoc in his city.

The story of the Rotenburg cannibal was still very recent and the gang knows perfectly well which is the best sore to stick their finger. The case of the computer expert Armin Meiwes and the electronic engineer with whom he had relations and whom he devoured with his consent horrified the entire world, and the lyrics of the song, which contain phrases such as "I want my share" or "you are what you eat ' has raised blisters. To make matters worse, you can find obvious parallels to some images of the video clip. Let us remember that devourer and devoured ate the second's penis; well, here we can see how an angel has sex or prays with Till Lindemann while he is tearing it apart and eating it little by little. In addition, the musicians appear happily, on a short leash, dragging themselves through the streets of the city with the faces of rabid and... hungry dogs. In the video they can also be seen in agonizing or deranged actions, adding as a curiosity that the guitarist Richard Kruspe appears fighting 'against himself'; In reality, it is a double that was searched through the group's website.

The clip was filmed in Berlin on June 2 and 3 by a team of 50 people led by Zoran Bihac ('Links 2 3 4'), also the author of the concept with the group. The original filming location was the Babelsberg studios, but they were occupied by the 'Mission Impossible 3' crew, so they transformed the Treptow pavilion for that purpose. The external images, shot during the second day, correspond to the German Opera, located in Bismarckstrasse. The premiere took place on July 8.

In order to understand how tremendously popular/unpopular the case of the cannibal in Teutonic lands continues to be, it should be noted that a film version of the story is being prepared by Rosa von Praunheim, an experienced and renowned director, icon of the gay movement in Germany, who will title the film. 'Your Heart in my Brain'.

‘Mein Teil’ has been sold as a maxi cd jewel case (in a special plastic jewelery box) with the following content: [1] ‘Mein Teil’ - 4:23. [2] 'Mein Teil' (You are what you eat), Pet Shop Boys remix - 4:07. [3] 'Mein Teil' (The return to the New York buffet mix), remix by Arthur Baker (famous predictor who has worked with Dylan, Springsteen, Beastie Boys or New Order among bulls) - 7:22. [4] ‘Mein Teil’ (There are no guitars on this mix), disco remix again by electronic poppers Pet Shop Boys - 7:20.

There are also versions in digipack (with cardboard box) and pock-it single (smaller than normal), the latter with only the first two cuts. In some countries there will be a standard single with the two songs from the pock-it, and there is even a restricted version on vinyl with a different track-list than all the other editions, specially designed for dk's.

The digipack and jewel versions come with a personal and non-transferable single-use code to charge access to a special area of the group's website where high-resolution photos or videos are accessed and which will be updated until the end of the year.

Each one of the different editions is being a success, once again the talk against the group has no effect, as shown by the fact that the aforementioned single has (at 2 in Germany) or that the song 'Mein Herz brennt' which opened 'Mutter' now appears in a Mercedes Benz advertisement on English television.

Rammstein uses false praise to mock the "Americanization" to which we have been subtly subjected, decade after decade, by the US. First, the group appears stepping on the moon, emulating the feat of Armstrong and company. (In fact, towards the end, the six musicians dance holding each other and in a circle around the stigmatized Yankee flag). The rest of the video is, however, even more revealing, different ethnic groups succumb to trash culture: an African tribe eats pizza while watching TV and is visited by Santa Claus, a Mohammedan prays in the direction of an oil extractor, a A Hindu smokes filter cigarettes, a Japanese dressed as a rocker combs his hair on the back of his motorcycle, Tibetan children eat hamburgers and drink a certain soft drink...

Great, a work of art that will help us enter this 21st century without trauma, where we will have to get rid of all the prejudices that one of the countries with the least history, tradition and, ultimately, culture on the globe has "inflicted" on us.

The video was recorded on August 6 and 7 -in days ranging from 5:00 p.m. to 5:00 a.m.- under the orders of director Jörn Heitmann (head of 'Ich will' or 'Sonne' for example) in an abandoned chemical plant in Rüdersdorf, a town near Berlin. For the lunar scenes, 240 tons of ash were used. The team worked quickly, since the premiere took place on October 11. As for its commercial version, the second single, which goes on sale at the beginning of October as a maxi, contains: 1- Amerika 2- Amerika (in English) 3- Amerika (Digital Hardcore Mix by Alec Empire) 4- Amerika (Western Remix by Olson Involtini) 5- Amerika (Andy Panthen & Mat Diaz's Clubmix) 6- Amerika (Electro Ghetto Remix by Bushido and Ilan) 7- Amerika (Jam & Spoon So kann's gehen Mix) 8- Mein Herz Brennt Orchesterlied V ( Album Version).

Here is the content of the album, which by the way will appear in two formats, normal (with plastic box) and digipack.

1. 'Reise, Reise' - The soft passage of the keyboard to the beat of a cadent tempo is broken by the force of the string instruments, which will soon drift towards gloomy paths. The chorus, where a female choir is heard, has a lot to do with traditional German music, approaching the sound of In Extremo.

2. 'Amerika' - A ditty as silly as the words that accompany it: 'We're living in America', but one that will surely become one of their definitive anthems. Ideal to sing it in your concerts.

3. 'Daila Lama' - Disturbing clean guitar riff is the tapestry on which Till's lower registers are drawn, degenerating into a thumping accompaniment, the loop repeats before entering a lighter part, where keys emerge and female voices.

4. 'Keine lust'. The initial Paz lasts a few seconds, because when the guitars come in we come across one of the most forceful songs in his discography, clearly indebted to Rammstein's music, not being especially fast. The contrast comes at the end of the chorus, with the vocalist adopting a tone of suffered delicacy.

5. 'Morgenstern'. A mixed vocal chorus intones a chant of sorrow before the group rudely breaks in again, though by now the riffs in what you've been listening to are beginning to all seem similar. Once again German folk makes an appearance in the chorus. The drum rhythms walk towards Latin without this affecting the compactness of the song.

6. 'Stein um Stein'. Relaxed beginning where the corpulent homogeneity that was already turning out to be monotonous is lost to immerse ourselves in a piece where the group is no less epic for this reason. Lindemann displays all of his amalgamation of vocal resources.

7. 'Mein teil'. Knowing what the topic is about, and once you've seen the video, the gloomy initial keys scare you a bit. It is perhaps the cut where there is more electronic resource, like the strange effects of Flake in the verse or the synthesized sound of the bass.

8. ‘Ohne dich’. The ballad on the record, with the air of a lullaby and absolutely heir to the musical traditions of his land.

9. ‘Amour’. The last section of the cd lowers the intensity, since we are facing another composition with a calm look, in fact the base is essentially pop, although the voice makes the difference. It escapes no one that this band also sucks from The Cure, Bauhaus and many others.

10. ‘Los’. They recover a characteristic of 'Mutter', the use of acoustic guitars to face mastontic riffs. It retains the band's stamp, but a bluesy plucking ends up throwing you off balance.

11. 'Moskau'. Once again the 80s make an appearance, a sinister halo without being a particularly heavy song where Till takes turns taking turns with a lively voice.

From September 27 when ‘Reise Reise’ sees the light until the beginning of November when the presentation tour begins, there is a good stretch that will serve the fans to learn it from beginning to end before going live.

That seems to be the intention of the group, which is seen to be very convinced of the result of the work, which is why it will possibly emphasize the repertoires with it; On the other hand, this way the group will have more time to rehearse and to finalize the production of the show, which will surely be impressive once again.

The starting signal will be given with their only German concert in November, on the 1st in Mannheim. Then they will set foot, with only one performance per country, Belgium, Holland and Portugal, that will be before disembarking in the European country with the most performances except Germany, which is... Spain! There are three shows planned with which it is verified that there is a special connection between Rammstein and the Iberian Peninsula: 10 Madrid (La Cubierta), 11 Barcelona (Palau Olympic de Badalona) and 12 San Sebastián (Anoeta Velodrome). The following stops will be in Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Estonia, Finland, Russia, Poland and the Czech Republic, ending on December 5 in Switzerland, always with a concert in each country except Russia, which will have two dates. Back in Germany they will be performing there until the middle of the last month of the year, culminating the European tour with two performances at the Velodrome in Berlin.

After the Christmas holidays, the natural step would be for them to cross the pond, either to the States or to Latin America, although these are assumptions without great value, especially in the case of a group as unpredictable as Rammstein; they could always spin more for Europe or opt for other areas such as Japan or Australia.

#Rammstein #Paul Landers #Till Lindemann #Flake #Christoph Schneider #Oliver Riedel #Richard Kruspe #2004 #interview #review #translation #*scans #*

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Eager

Prompt: Spencer picks Reader up for their first date, but his eagerness gets the best of him.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: needy!spencer, dirty talking, very light verbal degradation, sub!spencer if you squint, praise kink, handjob, unprotected sex, creampie

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“I know I’m late, but I fell asleep as soon as I got home.” – I exclaimed, slamming the door behind the young doctor’s back – “I am so sorry, Spencer. I just need to do my makeup and put my shoes on, then I’ll be all yours.”

Spencer didn’t move from my door, staring at me through those foggy glasses. I knew it was cold outside, which is why I felt even worse for making him wait – and I had to ask him to come up.

I couldn’t leave Spencer out in the cold, could I?

“It’s okay. Take your time.” – he reassured me with a smile – “By the way, you look.. very pretty. Even without your makeup and your shoes.”

Heat was brought upon my cheeks as I turned to him, smiling. I didn’t know how I got so lucky to snatch his attention, but I did – and each time he spoke to me, complimented me, looked at me, smiled at me, made me feel like I was in Heaven.

Spencer Reid was one of a kind.

“Such a flatterer.”

Heading back to my bathroom, I hoped Spencer would follow me to keep me company. I usually did my makeup with my music playing in the background, but this time Spencer was in my apartment and I didn’t want him to stay in the living room, looking and snooping around.

I didn’t have anything to hide, besides the box of condoms Penelope gave me when I told her I was going on a date with Spencer.

I didn’t understand why she would give me such tools, but I didn’t reject the offer.

It’s not like I would let Spencer between my legs that quickly, even though… He looked beyond beautiful tonight.

The slicked back hair, those glasses that kept falling down the bridge of his button nose, those plump pink lips that made me want to kiss him before putting my lipstick on… Everything about him looked flawless and I knew that.

“Can I stay here with you?”

Spencer stood right in front of the bathroom’s entrance, with his hand on the handle of the door.

“Yes, of course. You can pick the colours of my makeup, if you want.” – I replied with a smile, showing him an eyeshadow palette – “Or do you want something simple?”

“I like when you have that black… the black line on your eyelid. I don’t know what it’s called.” – Spencer mumbled, furrowing his brows – “Eyeliner?”

I nodded my head, putting the eyeshadow palette away. “Oh, okay then. But don’t look at me, I might get nervous and fuck up my eyeliner.”

Spencer laughed, but I wasn’t sure he realised I was serious.

It was difficult for me to focus on my eyeliner while being aware Spencer Reid was staring at me, with those eyes scanning every inch of my body as if I was a painting. I didn’t complain, I loved when he looked at me but I could feel a switch in the air.

As if something clicked between us, as if something changed.

Suddenly, those condoms in my bedroom seemed to be calling me. As weird as it was, I understood why Penelope laughed at me when I told her I wasn’t going to jump in bed with Spencer.

She wasn’t trying to convince me to do that, she wasn’t calling me or Spencer a ‘slut’. She simply knew how attracted we were to each other and as soon as we would get a moment alone, we’d lose it.

And we’d fuck.

She wasn’t wrong, I wanted that as much as I could possibly explain, but at the same time I didn’t want to scare Spencer. I knew that he wasn’t as experienced as someone else in the team, so I tried my best to hold my emotions back.

And by emotions, I meant hormones.

I only did one eye when I turned to Spencer and I noticed his cheeks were as red as the lipstick I picked for the night.

“Spencer? Are you okay?”

His right hand flew behind his neck. “Yes. Everything’s fine.”

I didn’t believe it, but I let it go. I didn’t want to pressure him, even though I could feel something happened – something that I didn’t know had everything to do with me and the effect I had over him.

Spencer put his other hand on his belly and I could see it in the corner of my eyes that it went south really quickly, trying to hide something.

“What are you doing?” – I asked without turning around – “Are you trying to seduce me before we have our first date?”

Spencer chuckled nervously, barely appreciating my tease. “Uh, no. N-not really?”

Leaning forward on the sink, I opened the black liner bottle and I focused on making the line on my left eye even. I could feel myself burning up at the idea of turning him on by putting my makeup on.

If Spencer was eager to have me, I would’ve given him the green light.

“Are you sure?”

When I looked to my right, Spencer wasn’t there anymore. I finished applying the blackliner and closed the bottle. I walked out of my bathroom and saw him pacing in my living room, whispering something to himself.

“Spencer?”

He didn’t look at me. “I’m sorry, I just…”

“Why are you apologising?” – I asked, getting closer to him – “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I just…” – Spencer finally turned around, looking at me – “You’re..”

I crossed my arms to my chest, raising my brows. “I am what?”

He didn’t talk, he just pointed at me and shook his head. I knew he wasn’t insulting me by the way his hungry eyes scanned my body again, so I decided to take another step.

I knew we were going to be late for our reservations, but I didn’t care. There was something else – or better, someone else – that needed my attention. I wanted to provide all of it, and more.

Spencer whimpered when my hand touched his chest. I could feel his heart beating faster, but I didn’t comment on it – it was too obvious, there was no need for me to point that out.

“You can touch me, if you want.”

“Y/N, I don’t… it’s a b-bad idea.”

Humming, I let my hand slide behind his neck. “A bad idea? Why?”

“We c-can’t be l-late.” – Spencer mumbled, closing his eyes when my fingers got tangled through his hair – “I…”

“We can just skip it.” – I joked, taking a step closer so that my body was pressed to his – “I’m sure the restaurant wouldn’t really care if they lose a reservation.”

I didn’t care, for sure. If Spencer wanted to touch me, I would’ve been more than happy to feel his hands or lips all over me.

“Y/N, it’s… This is our f-first date.” – Spencer said, opening his eyes – “We shouldn’t.. Not so f-fast.”

I pulled away from him, nodding. “You’re right, Spencer. We shouldn’t.”

I walked back inside my bathroom to finish my makeup. I didn’t want to pressure Spencer and I didn’t want to scare him. So if he wanted me, he could’ve simply said a word and I would’ve ended up on my knees for him.

Just one word.

Spencer followed me back inside the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror as he tried to re-compose himself. I could still see the bulge in his pants because it was obviously painful, but I appreciated his self-control.

I pulled out my lipsticks from my beauty-case and I applied it carefully on my lips, making sure not to smudge it. I wanted to look perfect for Spencer, I wanted him to look at me and think: ‘Wow, she’s fucking gorgeous’.

I knew that he was already thinking that, he said it himself, but still.

I felt pretty and I wanted him to know that.

“Nice c-colour, I like it.” – Spencer whispered, taking a tentative step inside the bathroom – “Red looks really pretty on you.”

“Thank you!” – I replied with a smile, looking at him through the reflection – “I hope it won’t get ruined while we have dinner.”

Spencer didn’t say anything, he just stared at me with the same hunger in his eyes that was slowly diffusing through every cell in my body. It was difficult to hide it, and honestly, there was no need to.

If the passion between us didn’t explode before dinner, I knew it was going to go off later.

It was just a matter of seconds.

Spencer ran his fingers through his hair, gently pushing it back. His eyes searched everywhere in the bathroom for an ounce of sanity, and I knew I was slowly making it worse for him, but I didn't care.

I wanted him.

“Spencer?”

“Hm?”

“I want to kiss you, but I’d smudge my lipstick. It’s not kiss proof.”

His cheeks turned bright red again, but his lips twitched into a smile. That cheeky boy knew the effect he had on me, but I also knew the effect that I had on him, because as soon as I turned around, my body was already pressed to his.

Again.

But this time, Spencer didn’t seem to be happy about the idea of me pulling away.

His left arm snuck around my waist and I looked up at him. “You know what, though? This eyeliner is called ‘sex-proof’. Do you know what that means?”

The shadow of a smirk appeared on Spencer’s lips at my words. He knew what it meant – and not just that. Spencer knew where this was going to happen, because he probably envisioned it as soon as I opened my door.

I could say the same.

Penelope wasn’t as far from the truth as I hoped she would be.

Spencer put my lipstick back inside the beauty-case as I spoke again.

“I think we should put it to the test.”

And just like that, his lips crashed onto mine with a force that knocked the air out of my lungs. My arms immediately flew around his neck as I tugged his body closer to mine, terrified that he would pull away before I could have a taste of him.

My head was spinning as his lips kissed mine over and over, making me forget who I was for a brief second. That was our first kiss and I knew that I was going to remember it until the day I would take my last breath.

Spencer kept his hands on my face as I hit the sink with my hips, never breaking the kiss. I didn’t want him to, I was silently begging him to kiss me until I was nothing but a part of him, a trace on his tongue.

I pushed the skirt of my dress up, rolling my hips against Spencer’s. I earned the most beautiful sound in the world that echoed inside of my bathroom, so I pushed my body to his again – and Spencer whimpered another time, making me giggle to myself.

It felt so fucking good to know that I was the cause of that – and also the cause of his painful bulge pressing to my inner thigh.

“Are you that eager to have me, Spencer?” I whispered on his lips

Spencer nodded his head, moving his hands down to my hips. “You have n-no idea.”

Placing my right hand on his bulge, I smiled. “I think I do.”

Spencer kissed me again to prevent me from talking – I didn’t blame him, he was just embarrassed as I was when his right hand ended up between my legs. He didn’t need to slip his fingers down my panties, he could already feel my wetness and my desire throbbing through my body.

I massaged him through his trousers, teasing him until he had enough. His hands pushed mine away and he kissed my lips like a starved man, devouring me with hunger booming through my body.

I let him take control of me for a brief second, dominating me with that tongue swirling against mine while his fingers ran over the damp spot between my legs. I didn’t know if he was teasing me because he knew I wanted him, or because he wasn’t expecting me to be so responsive.

Each time his fingers touched me, I moaned into his mouth.

“Please, Spencer.” – I begged for something that wasn’t clear to my dizzy self – “Please.”

“You’re so wet and I barely touched you.” – Spencer mumbled on my lips, pressing his palm against my core – “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes. Yes, please. I want it.” – I exclaimed before he could retract – “I want you, Spencer. It doesn’t matter if we’ll be late.”

He chuckled, brushing the tip of his nose against mine. “I figured.”

I smiled back at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Don’t be cocky. You’re the one who started it.”

“Can you blame me?” – Spencer grabbed my hand and made me turn around to look into our reflection in the mirror – “Look how gorgeous you are.”

“I’m even more gorgeous bent over this sink.”

“Let’s put your words to the test as well.”

Spencer grabbed me by the hips and pushed me down so that I could bend over over him, with my ass pressed to his hips. He was so painfully hard, I didn’t know how he was able to hold back for that long.

I looked at him through the mirror. “So?”

“You were absolutely right.” – Spencer leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on my shoulder – “But… I think you would look better like…”

Forcing my dress up my hips to bare my panties to him, Spencer smiled and admired my curves for his pleasure. I knew that I looked good that way, and I was planning on turning his world upside down.

I didn’t know where the shy boy went, but I didn’t really care. Spencer probably gained a bit of confidence as soon as I showed him that I wanted him, that I was burning with desire for him.

Spencer casted my panties aside and slipped his index finger inside of me before I could open my mouth. A soft moan slipped from my lips as I bent over, struggling to hold myself up with my hands.

“Fuck. I knew that your fingers were perfect for this.”

“Oh.” – Spencer raised his eyebrows, watching me crumble down as he added a second finger inside of me – “You thought about my fingers.”

“All the time.” – I whispered, licking my bottom lip – “I knew they were going to fill me up so perfectly, they make me feel so fucking full.”

He stared at my reflection in the mirror, watching my lips twitching into a smirk when he picked up the pace of his fingers. He had to know that I’ve thought about him, he had to know that I fantasised about doing this for so long.

Spencer deserved to know I ached for him.

“Please, Spencer, I need you.” - I cried out, placing my hand on top of his - “Please.”

Spencer didn’t stop thrusting his fingers inside of me, peppering my shoulder with kisses as he brought me closer to the edge. I didn’t want to come this way, but I didn’t want him to stop either - I needed to express everything I’ve felt for him.

He kept staring at me, watching my face contorting in pleasure and listening to the sweetness of my moans mixed with the sounds his fingers caused inside of me. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, but I got a brief glance of his face before my pleasure took over me.

Spencer looked beyond gorgeous, with those red cheeks and his lips caught between his teeth.

“Spencer, fuck!”

My whole body shuddered as I reached my peak, breathing hard and crying out his name. I could feel my legs trembling as Spencer helped me ride my orgasm and I rolled my hips against his hand, trying to catch my breath.

I was overwhelmed with pleasure.

If he was that good with his fingers, I couldn’t wait to learn how good he was with another part of his body.

I wasnt really sure if he wanted to actually have sex with me, but by the way his hips were still pressed to my ass and his cock was hard, I could feel that he wanted something.

And that something could be anything of my choice.

“You’re fucking incredible, Spencer.” - I managed to mumble, placing my hand on top of his - “Give me a second, please.”

I bent over again, with my hands over my face as I tried to stabilise my throbbing heart in my chest. Spencer bent over as well with me and wrapped his free arm around my waist, kissing my neck again.

“Take all the time that you need.” - Spencer whispered, nudging his nose against the side of my neck - “Was I good?”

I nodded my head, humming. “Incredible.”

“Really? Do you think so?”

Smiling, I opened my eyes and looked at him through the mirror. “Yes, Spencer. I do.”

“Oh, thank you.” - his cheeks reddened again - “I’m… I’m glad you e-enjoyed it.”

I wanted to turn around and kiss him to thank him for what he did to me, to show him how much I enjoyed his hands all over me and his fingers filling me up so deliciously, but Spencer had other plans in that beautiful brain of his.

Using his hands, Spencer bent me over again to keep me in place.

“Do you want to fuck me, Spencer?”

He answered me with a whimper while his eyes met mine through the reflection.

“Do you really want to fuck me, baby?” - I asked again, a devilish smirk spreading over my lips - “Do you want to take me right here, in front of the mirror so you can see how good you make me feel?”

Spencer didn’t know how to answer me. He swallowed at my words and nodded his head, digging his fingers into the soft skin of my hips as he pushed his body against mine again.

“Y-Yes.”

His voice was broken by the pleasure running through his body. I found it extremely attractive, because I was the cause of his desire - I was the person who turned him so needy, I was the person he was eager to have.

And that drove me crazy.

“Then do it, baby. Fuck me.”

Spencer moved his hands on my shoulders, then again on my hips. His eyes were everywhere on my body and I smiled, because he was so eager - he didn’t even know where to start touching me, where to keep his hands and where to look.

I rested my hands on the edge of the sink and looked up at the mirror, licking my bottom lips. Spencer seemed so focused, yet out of his mind with that delirious pleasure I knew very well when it came to him. He was overwhelmed, just like me.

“I… Do you want this?”

My eyes met his again. “Yes, Spencer. I do.”

My answer brought a smile on his lips and finally his hands left my body to unbuckle his black trousers.

“Do not smudge my makeup.” I teased him

Spencer chuckled at my words and pushed his hips against mine, bending over to kiss my shoulder again. His eyes never left mine in the mirror and I was grateful for that, because I needed to see him lose himself in the pleasure and inside of me. I wanted to see Spencer crumble because of me.

I moved my right hand to reach his and Spencer nudged his nose against my cheek.

“You are so beautiful.”

“You’re not bad yourself, baby.” - I told him, grabbing his hands - “Now please, can you fuck me? I’m desperate.”

Spencer hid his face in the crook of my neck and didn’t move away. I could feel his cock pressing to my thigh until he used his left hand to grab it, teasing my wetness and watching my reaction.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I rolled my head back, leaning it against his shoulder.

“Please, Spencer.”

My words had the effect I hoped they would have as he finally pushed himself inside of me, inch by inch. My body stretched for him, welcoming him as deep as it could while we held our hands.

I knew that once we’d do this, my feelings would explode for him. And they did, because seeing him in such a vulnerable moment and having him all for myself, made me realise that it was meant to happen.

I was meant to be his, just like Spencer was meant to be mine.

Struggling to keep my eyes open, I stared at Spencer through the mirror and his lips parted as a moan slipped out. His fingers were digging into the soft skin of his palms and his body pushed forward, making me yelp.

“You feel so fucking good inside of me.” - I whimpered, watching him blush through the mirror - “So fucking big, so perfect.”

Spencer whined against my shoulder. “I don’t t-think I will l-last that l-long.”

I didn’t care, I just wanted him to know that he had me and that I was his for as long as he wanted me to. I just wanted Spencer to be happy and to know that I was just as eager to have him.

“Last for as long as you need, baby.” - I lifted his right hand, bringing it up to my chest - “I want you to come inside of me.”

“But we’re not using c-condoms, I don’t…”

“I’m clean and I’m on the pill, you’re okay.” - I told him, biting my bottom lip - “But if you want to come somewhere else, it’s…”

Spencer immediately shook his head, slowly thrusting forward. “No. No, I want t-to come inside of y-you.”

His movement tore a moan from my lips as I bent over even more, hiding my face while the pleasure he brought me took control of me. Maybe we should’ve discussed this before, maybe we should’ve stopped and talked about the dynamic, but we didn’t think ‘sex’ would happen so quickly.

It was obvious the desire we felt for each other, but it wasn’t obvious it would explode as soon as we were alone.

But it did, and we didn’t want to stop.

Maybe we were reckless, maybe we were stupid - or maybe we were just in love, eager to finally one another in our arms.

“Can I m-move?”

I nodded my head, lifting my face so I could see him. “Yes, baby. Fuck me.”

Spencer obeyed, keeping his right hand in mine and his left on my hips to steady himself and prevent me from moving. I wasn’t planning on wiggling away, because the moment Spencer started to thrust inside of me, I was doomed.

The pleasure ran through my bloodstream, litting every fibre of my body on fire.

I threw my head back and tried to hold back my moans, but when Spencer whimpered against my ear, I decided to just let everything go. Spencer was feeling good as he moved inside of me and I was feeling even better each time he filled me up, bringing me closer to that edge for the second time in a row.

I could feel drops of sweat rolling down my back, I knew that my makeup was going to be ruined but I didn’t care. I wasn’t even sure we would get out of my apartment after this.

“More, Spencer, please.”

All I wanted in that moment was to feel Spencer come inside of me and show me that I was his - no one’s but his.

He ran his fingers through my hair, but he didn’t pull it. I didn’t complain, even though I was hoping he would just yank my hair and force me to look at him through the mirror. It would’ve been hot, but that was just our first time - I knew there were going to be many, many more.

Spencer rolled his hips and pushed me forward, whispering a quick ‘sorry’ when my hands slipped over the sink. We were being clumsy, but we didn’t care - we just wanted each other so, so much.

“C-Close.”

Spencer struggled to look at me through the mirror, but I was able to admire his jaw tightening and his head being thrown back. He was getting closer and closer to the peak of his desire, and I wanted him to get to it - I wanted Spencer to come, to mark me as his.

“Yeah? Are you going to fill me up, baby?” - I was breathless, but Spencer heard me anyway - “Are you going to come inside of me, making me all yours?”

My words had the effect that I was hoping for, because Spencer picked up the speed of his thrusts and kept me in place with his hands on my shoulders. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed inside of my bathroom and it reminded me that we were finally one, we were finally together.

In the way we ached for.

“Give it to me, baby.” - I begged him, forcing myself to look at him in the mirror - “Come inside of me, please Spencer.”

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m…”

His hands gripped my skin even tighter, forming half-moons all over my thighs. I didn’t complain, I loved the warmth of his fingers all over me.

Thrusting in and out of me, Spencer finally let go of himself and poured all of his desire for me right where I needed him the most. As I basked in the warmth of his pleasure and his arms tightly wrapped around me, I felt the tension within me snapping as I finally came.

Spencer kissed my neck with his eyes half-closed, studying the reflection of my desire in the mirror as it consumed us both. The love bubble we created lasted for quite a long time, or so I thought because I went limp against the sink and the warm body behind me.

My legs quivered when I tried to move them, so I stopped. Taking deep breaths, I threw my head back and touched his shoulder. Spencer felt so good behind me, with our mixed pleasures running down my thighs and his hands never leaving my skin.

If I could’ve stayed like that for hours, I would’ve begged him to.

Spencer ran his hands down my thighs, caressing them as he gently pulled out of my exhausted body. His eyes met mine through the mirror, but then they went down between my legs.

His fingers lifted my skirt as Spencer stared at what was dripping between my thighs. He was inspecting the mess we’ve made and his smile didn’t go unnoticed.

“You dirty little Doctor.” - I mumbled, pressing my thighs together - “What are you looking at?”

Spencer kissed my cheek, helping me turn around. “Me? N-nothing.”

Humming, I grabbed him by the face. “Nothing. Always nothing.”

He placed his hands on top of mine, bringing them down behind his neck. “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me, baby?” - I asked, leaning forward to steal a kiss from his lips - “I had fun.”

“Oh, I could tell.” - Spencer said with a smile, pointing at my cheeks - “I guess the eyeliner wasn’t sex-proof as it claimed to be.”

Widening my eyes, I immediately turned to the mirror again. I didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of Spencer, I wanted him to think I was still as pretty as I was with my makeup on.

Looking at my reflection, I could see the shadow of the smudged liner underneath my eye and the red lipstick all smeared all over my lips.

“Oh, come on… I just got scammed.”

Spencer chuckled at my reaction, buckling up his trousers. “Yeah, but you still look very pretty.”

I turned to look at him again, winking. “You’re saying it just because you got laid.”

“I’m saying it because I made a mess of your makeup.” - he replied, trying to fix the smeared lipstick around my mouth - “Maybe these products were really good and I just… made them not work.”

I grabbed his hands. “Look at you being a cocky bastard!”

Spencer laughed again, kissing my lips for a brief second. “I’m not sorry.”

“You shouldn’t.” - I agreed with him, pushing my skirt down my thighs - “You did really, really good.”

His cheeks reddened once again and I had to fight the urge to squish those cheeks with my hands. How did Spencer manage to look as gorgeous after getting laid? My makeup was a mess and my hair was just as bad, while he was as beautiful as he was when he arrived to pick me up.

“Thank y-you.”

With a sigh, I separated myself from Spencer and fixed my dress. He had other plans, again, because he grabbed by the waist and pulled me closer to him.

“Maybe we should just stay home tonight.”

I kept my hands on his chest. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.” - Spencer whispered, brushing his thumb over my cheek - “I don’t think you want to do your makeup again. It’d take too much time and we’re already an hour late.”

“We can order something and have dinner here.”

He nodded, leaning forward to kiss my lips again. “Sounds like a plan.”

My heart jumped at the sound of his voice. “Alright then. Let me take off my makeup, first. I’ll join you in the living room in a minute.”

Spencer hummed against my lips, not ready to pull away. I wasn’t, either. “Okay, but don’t take too long.”

“So clingy. I like it.” - I giggled, ruffling his hair - “Now go and get comfortable.”

A few seconds - and a few kisses later - Spencer finally left me alone in the bathroom with my thoughts. How was I going to tell Penelope we didn’t need her condoms? And how was I going to tell the others that we went straight to bed - metaphorically - instead of the restaurant?

I wondered if they knew about this needy side of Spencer, if they knew how he felt about me - because it was obvious they knew about my feelings for him, especially Penelope.

Either way, I knew that next week’s Monday was going to be the best day ever.

Once I got rid of all my makeup and found more comfortable clothes, I joined Spencer on my couch. His arms welcomed me again and so did his lips, because he turned to me and kissed me again.

My hands flew behind his neck, reaching for his hair.

“We started our first date backwards.”

Spencer chuckled, resting his hand on my thigh. “I’d say it was a nice ending for a first date that didn’t even begin.”

“Oh, I absolutely agree.”

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koraesrambles · 1 year

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Let’s talk about Camilla Noceda

Everyone’s talking about what a great mom she is and how wonderful she is and yes, all of that is true, but she is also so much more than that. She’s barely been in the show, but the last two episodes have made her my absolute favorite character.

Camilla is a neurodivergent parent to a neurodivergent child. I am a neurodivergent parent of a neurodivergent child. I have felt the pressure that Camilla was under to try and make Luz conform to the standard. I’ve felt the fear tactics people use to try and get you to doubt your instincts and instead try to change your child, and seeing that on screen and seeing Camilla reject that means the absolute world to me.

I am so scared, all of the time. I’m constantly worried about how I’m messing them up. I’ve been entrusted with teaching them how to function in this world, but I don’t feel like I function in it well most of the time. And then I have all of these people constantly telling me that there’s something wrong with my child. That want him to stop bouncing, stop singing, stop clicking, stop yelling (in excitement, but also sometimes in rage), stop the task he’s doing, do a different task, do what they say, not what he wants. I have to somehow help him navigate the demands of the world without forcing him to just accept mindless compliance, but whenever I try it feels like everyone in the world is telling me I’m doing it wrong. That what I’m doing will make their lives only more difficult. And I’m so afraid that they’re right. What if my kid is struggling not becacuse of something intrinsic about them, but because I’m not doing a good job parenting them and teaching them the skills they need?

Camilla has made mistakes. I know everyone is talking about how she’s the perfect mom, but what I love the most about her is that she isn’t perfect. She made poor choices that negatively affected Luz. Luz felt accepted at home but pressured to be someone else by her mother at school and in public. She’s afraid of other children her age, she was constantly getting reprimanded for being her overthetop self.

Camilla made choices that resulted in Luz having trauma.

But Luz loves her anyway. and Luz FEELS loved by her anyway. She knows how much her mother loves and adores her, how much she wants Luz to be accepted, and she never blames Camilla for any of it.

Camilla Noeda said to me, “It’s okay that this is hard, and that you’re still learning. Keep trying, keep learning, you will figure it out.” And I needed to hear that message. I needed someone to say, “It’s okay if you don’t do everything perfect. Just listen and keep giong.” I needed someone to say it’s okay that I don’t want to change my neurodivergent child. I needed someone to say that they saw me and saw how hard I was trying and that effort is appreciated EVEN IF it won’t be enough to stop the world from making life hard for my child. We’re in it together. We’re a team.

Thank you Dana, for including a mom who loves her kid so much. Who wants what’s best for her, who wanted her to be able to navigate the real world, and learns that Luz can navigate the world in whatever way she pleases. Thank you for showing a parent who messed up but isn’t evil. Who listens, and learns, and keeps trying. I needed that. I cannot tell you how much I needed that.

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mackeydoodledoo · 2 years

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A New Perspective: Chapter 1

Pairing: Jennifer Walters x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You were apart of the Avengers, right from the beginning. It was a story everyone wanted to hear. Your girlfriend, beginning to take up the 'Hulk' mantle, Nikki suggested that she could be an Avenger like you, however, Jennifer rejects, not wanting to be associated as a Superhero... You don’t blame her.

Chapter Warning(s): She Hulk Series Context, PTSD (Endgame), Swearing, Therapy Sessions

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, Bold/Italic = Dream Sequence, +++ = Flashback, Bold/Indent = Texts

Chapter Theme: Human Heart - Coldplay/We are KING/Jacob Collier

A/n: Welcome to my first Jen Walters Series!! We will also dive into the downside of being an Avenger Post-Endgame.

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You were a former air force pilot who happened to be with Carol when she gained cosmic abilities. However, you were able to be found by Maria Rambeau at the time when Carol was supposedly dead... But, these abilities served you very well and you were viewed as an asset to the Avengers.

Ever since the Battle of Earth, saving the Universe from Thanos, Tony Stark and Natasha's deaths, Steve Rogers' retirement as Captain America, and a whole lot of other aspects of the battle, you also wanted to find a simple life for yourself.

“Being an Avenger...” You explain, “Really took a toll on my mental health, especially physical health...”

You go onto explaining to your therapist that you were planning on moving across the country to start over. That was when you went under a change in your apperance: hair mostly... Hoping you wouldn't be recognized as "Supernova"; a nickname Carol Danvers herself gave you when she found out about your similar powers.

“And do you believe people wouldn’t recognize you as Supernova?” Your therapist asks

“I wouldn’t count it out as a possibility no,” You confess, “But, I also do plan on doing a much-needed makeover before I leave...”

“Okay,”: Your therapist chuckles with you, “Be safe on your big move and I’ll see you in our next session. But, we can always plan it sooner, all you have to do is reach out.”

“I will if I need to. Thank you,” You smile, logging off

You lean back into your chair; taking a deep sigh as you cover your face with your hands. You swing your chair to face the opposite way fro, your lap[top screen. Boxes scattered about in your apartment; with a clear view of the Avengers Complex; destroyed but countless construction vehicles and helicopters working to clear the area.

+*+

You set the final box down into your new place. The drive across the country was horrendous. However, the sights were the exact opposite. The only thing you wanted to do is to sleep. However, you had nothing to sleep on...

Okay... Let’s just get the sleeping bag out here and then I’ll go find an Ikea tomorrow... Whenever I wake up...

+*+

Trying to adjust to the 3 hours behind time zone was difficult; always wanting to go to bed by 9pm, waking up at 3am... You hated it. However, you had finally finished unboxing/unloading your belongings into their new places. You lay on the floor, wanting to treat yourself to a job well done.

Hmmm... I wonder what the best bar is around here...

You take out your phone and internet search one of the nearest but good-rated bars.

Huh... Legal Ease... I’ll try that place...

You hop out of your new bed and grab a light jacket as you make your way to the door, tossing on the simplest shoes you owned.

That was when you met Jennifer Walters there on your first night finally getting out of your new apartment...

+++

"Hi, I couldn't help but notice you from across the way," You introduce yourself

You take the empty seat next to her.

"What do you expect me to buy you a drink?" Jennifer asks

"Actually, the exact opposite," You smile

"No thank you," She answers, trying to hide a small smile protruding from her lips

"Fair point," You say, "Wouldn't want to buy a lovely woman, someone I've just met, a drink. Quite rude of me. I'm Y/n Y/l/n."

You were hoping that Jennifer Walters wouldn't recognize the name as she sits there, seemingly contemplating.

"Oh so you think smooth talking will get me to talk?" Jennifer attempts to get you off her back

"No," You say, full honesty, "I actually just moved here and... I don't know... I didn't want to come off to someone as a creep..."

A dorkie girl... Hmm...

"Okay Y/n," She turns to you, smiling, "I'm Jennifer Walters. You can buy me that drink now..."

+++

From there, you and Jennifer would meet at Legal Ease after every case she and her team had, getting to know one another; the typical budding romance kind. But, just not trying to bring up the fact you had super powers and that you were an ex-Avenger.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing before you moved over here?” Jennifer asks

Fuck...

You were hoping she wouldn’t bring it up... But she did... You sit there, ‘attempting to remember’ what your life was before, even though you remembered clear as day.

“Y/n?” Jennifer calls out to you

You didn’t realize that you were so deep in thought... You turn to look at her; confused.

“Yeah?” You ask

“You okay?” She asks

“Yeah sorry,” You clear your throat, “I just had one of those simple jobs over in New York. Someway somehow though couldn’t be out of danger...”

“Oh, so you were caught up in those Avengers fights huh?” She asks

You nod, “Was real hard trying to get my life back together after then each time I got caught up in those damn Avenger fights...”

“You finally had enough of being a midwesterner?” Jen jokes

“You could say something like that,” You chuckle, “After that battle at the Avengers Complex... Was it for me.”

The image of Tony’s body laying lifeless against debris nearly opened the water gates behind your eyes... However, you manage to keep yourself composed so that Jennifer wouldn't continue to question if you were okay.

You really weren’t... But, you didn’t want her to know that...

“Any... Specific reason?” Jen asks

“Just... Needed a change in scenery,” You answer

“What do you think so far?” She asks

“Better than I expected,” You answer

“Even though this part of LA is the real questionable part and you’re only saying that because you ran into me,” Jennifer says

“Oh don’t go feeding your own ego now Miss Walters,” You say, chuckling, “That could change real soon.”

“Oh,” She says, sounding offended

“That wasn’t me saying I could find someone better,” You clarify, “They would be turned off by my awkwardness.”

“Your awkwardness is cute,” Jen states

You choke on your drink as you process what Jen told you. She places her hand gently at the top of your back, gently rubbing it, trying to help you get the liquid out of your lungs.

“My god, are you okay?” She asks

“Yeah, sorry,” You finally clear your throat, “My awkwardness is cute you say?”

“I just meant that sometimes, awkwardness isn’t a bad thing and sometimes people find that other people’s awkwardness is relatable. Makes them feel less... Alone.”

You look up at Jen as she looks down at her drink. When's he looks back at you; she looks at her hand still placed upon your back. She slowly retracts it back into herself as she takes another drink.

“You... Aren’t alone Jen,” You say

You slowly outreach your hand and place it over hers.

+*+

As the lasers shot at random, you were doing your best to get Sorcerers, Asgardians, Wakandans and others alike out of its range, but no matter what you did, no matter how fast you could fly, a lot of your efforts were for naught.

God why is this so goddamn hard to do a simple job?!

You weren’t paying attention; a laser had shot the ground mere inches away from you as you were lost in thought; its impact knocking you right out of the sky, landing on rubble, knocking the wind out of you.

Shit...

You try to get up again however, another laser hits the ground again, mere inches away from you; sending you flying.

You let out loud gasp as you jolt upright on your bed. You groan as you step out of your bed, begrudgingly making your way to the bathroom. The harsh bathroom light had stung at your eyes as you turned them on. Cold sweat stuck to your shirt, out of the need to remove the uncomfortable feeling of clothing being stuck to you. However, when you look back up; all of the scars you have gotten from every single fight you have been brought into.

You are the most powerful being on this earth, and you’re doubting yourself because of casualties? You said it yourself Y/n... The toughest part about this job is that you won’t be able to save every single person we come across on this job.

Natasha’s words flow through your memories like water. You think about your conversation with Jennifer as you take a seat on the bathroom floor, trying to calm yourself down before going back to bed.

+*+

“Y/n,” Your coworker calls your name

You shake yourself out of your thoughts as you try to wale yourself up again.

“Sorry... Rough night again...” You sigh in frustration

“Aren’t you getting help for those nightmares you’ve been having?” She asks

“Yeah,” You say, “Ever since before moving here... But, I don't know what it is... I go through all of my own personal coping mechanisms, I talk about it with my therapist... I just... Don’t get it...”

“What about that Jennifer girl you always talk about?” She asks

“What about her?” You ask back

“Haven’t you opened up to her about that?” She asks

“Not yet,” You sigh

“You have to tell her Y/n,” She says, “It’s never a good idea to keep it all to yourself you know...”

“You’re not wrong about that but... I don’t know how to tell her without saying it straightforward,” You explain, “Imagine all of the danger I could put her in with just the fact she knows my superhero identity...”

“You share the powers of the most powerful person in the entire universe,” She says, “I’m sure she would know who you are...”

“She hasn’t said anything on that yet,” You say, “The attention is on Captain Marvel; after all...”

Although you were slightly jealous of Carol gaining the spotlight over you, you also liked the idea of being the lesser known “Marvel.

“Yeah, but you’re Supernova,” Your coworker reminds you, “The ‘found Marvel’ one who fought in the Battle of New York, Battle of Sokovia, Battle of Wakanda and the Battle of Earth. You’re the marvel that remained on Earth rather than soaring out into space.”

“Quit calling me ‘marvel’, that’s taken. Two, Carol last minute showed up to take down Thanos’ ship. Three, I’m the marvel that got her ass thrown around when Thanos ordered a ‘reign fire’ on us...”

You called yourself a ‘marvel’,” Your coworker points out

“My point is, is that I’m not the coolest avenger there was,” You say, “I’m simply just wanting to settle down from my hero business...”

“You know you’re going to be found out one of these days right?” She asks

“Until that happens, I’m trying to lay low...” You say

Before you and your coworker could continue the conversation, you felt your phone vibrate in the back of your pocket. You pull it out and unlock it to find a text message from Jennifer.

Hey are you on for meeting up at Legal Ease tonight? Nikki wants to officially meet you!

Yeah, just let me know what time you’re planning on getting there.

At around 9pm, the usual time silly. <3

Okay :) sounds like a plan. See you then!

“Is that Jennifer Walters?” Your coworker tries to look over your shoulder

“Yeah,” You say, trying to hide a smile on your face

“What did she ask this time?” She smirks at you

“Asking about our usual meetup at Legal Ease,” You say, “Apparently her best friend is dying to meet me...”

“Make sure you get her approval,” Your coworker jokes

“What do you mean?” You ask

“Dude, it’s obvious, you like Jennifer Walters!” She says, nearly screaming it out to the entire workplace

“Hey!” You nearly cosmic-punch her, “Don’t say it out loud you dumbass! I didn’t tell her about that either!”

“Why haven’t you?!” She asks, “Girl you got the best Lawyer in all of LA to talk to you... How haven’t you snatched her up yet?!”

“Because if you haven’t gotten the hint you ass, I don’t know if she feels the same for me and I don’t know if she likes women,” You groan in frustration

“Listen, you’re never going to get anywhere in the relationship if you don’t shoot your shot,” She says, “Never make a woman wait.”

“I’m fully aware of that dummy,” You say

You look down at your watch and notice how much time you wasted just chatting with your coworker.

“I’m out,”: You tell her, grabbing your jacket from underneath the counter, “See you later...”

+*+

You get back to your apartment, throwing off your work clothing; changing into something slightly more comfortable but still presentable.

8:30... Damn I’m gonna be late...

You quickly throw on a flannel and your shoes. You shove your apartment keys into your pocket as you step out of the door. You each the ground floor and exit the extra pair of doors. You look around to see if anyone was watching you; fortunately, no one was around.

What was convenient about sharing powers with Captain Marvel, you had the ability to fly.

Cosmic energy surrounded your body as you launched yourself into the air, flying to Legal Ease.

Chapter 2

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