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tower-girl-anon · 1 year

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Asteroid Fama (408): what you will be or are known for.

Hello! I came back, after a long time, with a new astrology post for you to enjoy with the level tranquility or distance it requires.

This time, I came back with the asteroid Fama (408), which indicates, in my personal opinion, the dominants traits of ourselves that we will be known for. It doesn't necessarily indicate fame as those Hollywood figures we like to talk about so much (unless there is some natal aspects or placements that indicate so), but more about the attitudes or traits people capture about ourselves and that gives us a reputation among others.

In this post, I will talk about what you will be known for or are known for in society based on the sign and placement of this asteroid in the natal chart. So, please, enjoy and take it with a grain of salt. And don't forget not to copy or steal this post without giving the rightful credits to the owner.

(Warning: please consider that the fame you give away is not something that necessarily represents you as a person or in an intimate level, so please consider this advice before taking this asteroid too seriously.

IN THE HOUSES

Fama in 1st house: there is something about your presence or appearence that many people will remember and talk about in relation to you. Maybe it is because of your physical features that many people could find alluring, or because you resemble someone famous, or maybe the first impression you give can grant you a level of fame (positive or negative) in society.

Fama in 2nd house: the natural secrecy, secure, private side of these natives is something that many people talk about you. If not that, then people will talk about how you are able to build the lifestyle you wish for, or how do you managed to build your career proyect into something long-lasting and successful.

Fama in the 3rd house: your voice, intelligence or knowledge will be something that many people will remember and talk about in relation to your persona, and the people that will remember you could have been part of your childhood era such as ex school mates. You have a way with words and knowledge that others will remember, and there is also a chance that people will talk about you because you resemble a brother or sister (if you have any).

Fama in the 4th house: one of the mayor traits that people will notice about you and that will give them a huge space to talk about will be your family. For better or for worse, your family name or history could be a huge source of gossip among many people who gets to know you, which could be frustrating sometimes since the image you will have in society will depend, many times, on your family name, actions or history.

Fama in the 5th house: people will know these individuals as someone who is either young at heart, talented, creative, sometimes proudful or childish, but, overall, the glimpse you give to other people's perspectives is that you are someone with a special talent, especially of it involves a hobby or something you tended to do since young. You may look as if you are not afraid to follow what inspires you. In romance, people could think that you are a heart-breaker.

Fama in the 6th house: you give this vibe of someone who works a lot and put a lot of effort to complete every single detail of the works you do. Sometimes to the point of being overly critical to others when they don't reach the same level of effort. Along with that, people will look at you and think that health is a topic that deeply affects you or is something that you seriously take care of.

Fama in the 7th house: you are very popular among other people; that's the first impression people think about your persona. When it comes about dealing with people or engaging with others, there is this energy around you of cheerfulness, balance, and fairness in the way that you treat others, that's why you could have a fame of being very popular or have a huge bunch of friends and contacts.

Fama in the 8th house: these natives could have, with or without knowing it, a reputation of being secretive, private, stubborn at times, and sexually active. This is the group that may look as a serial killer type of guy/woman, or you have a fame of reaching a huge sume of money through inheritance or lottery. A sexual night with you could be very intense, that is why you may have this reputation of being an intense and passionate lover.

Fama in the 9th house: people will talk about you as someone who is either very spiritual, very knowledgeable in different topics, very good at debating or someone who travelled a lot during their life. Even if the list above doesn't feel like it applies, your vision of life, your lessons, philosophies, and interest in different cultures may cause that people will look at you as someone smarter or well-cultured as you try, or not, to be.

Fama in the 10th house: these natives could attain a higher level or fame, which can be both good and bad, since it sits in the higher point of the chart. This fame may come from their work. Other people could look at these natives and think of how successful they are with their projects, career, work position or anything of the sort, and they are going to believe that they have everything. Either that or the mistakes they make or the personal history of the person will affect their career life in a bad way.

Fame in the 11th house: these natives achieve a fame of having a high level of status, popularity, and success in comparison to other people. External people could look at them and think of how popular, unique, and friendly they are, even though sometimes they may look too radical, stubborn, and fixed through their ideals of what society needs to be. They could gain fame through social media, but the way other people may see or talk about these natives could be in both the ways I have just mentioned.

Fame in the 12th house: these natives may gain fame of being too dreamy, sensible, intuitive or having their heads on the clouds most of the time. Another possibility is that people may think that you are a very mysterious person or have something to hide; a hidden side that, sometimes, it can go to the extreme of thinking that you do drugs or something of the sort. This group could have a vivid imagination that many people will notice but, since you don't show much, that fame won't be as strong or you won't pay attention about it.

IN THE SIGNS

Fama in Aries: your driven side; your warrior like side; your ambition; your violent side; your impatience; your masculine side; your protective side; your adventurous side; your sporty side; your inmaturity; your bravery; all of this are some of the traits that could give a huge impression on people and that they will talk about the most.

Fama in Taurus: your secretive nature; your need for privacy that may give you a look of cold; your fixed nature on some topics; your hard-working side; your self-reliance; having a wide or low source of income; your care for others by providing a secure and stable environment; your gifting nature in which you provide, when you do, something useful for the long term; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Gemini: your intelligence; your capacity of adapting to new situations or environment; your witty side; your chatty nature in which you could gossip about everyone (this can be good and bad) or talk anout anything; your inability, sometimes, of keeping quiet or staying out of a conversation in which you want to provide your opinion; your way of handling words; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Cancer: your nurturing side; your emotional nature; your possessiveness; your jealous side; your ability to connect emotionally with every living being, giving you a huge emphatic energy that helps other people to feel understood and valued; your moodiness; your cooking ability?; your natural appreciation of things that have some emotional value to others or you; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Leo: your bright personality; your confidence; your egocentrism; your natural talent; your childhood side; your romantic side; your charm; your natural power that is brought thanks to the power of the Sun; your popularity; your heartbreaker energy; your need to feel validated by others for your talents, ranks or importance; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Scorpio: your sex appeal; your intimate and deep look; your mysterious energy that may appear as if you are hiding something; your ability to guess other people's intentions; your destructive nature; your pain; your history of transformation and/or rebirth; your addictions; your lack of fear when it comes to face deadly situations or dig into subjects that are considerer taboo or forbidden; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Virgo: your level of conciousness; your hard-working nature; the level of memory/intelligence you have that helps you to remember and capture any single detail or mistake; your health consciousness or problems with health in general; your natural need to take care of things that may give you the reputation of know it all or overly critical person; or your ability to help others; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Libra: your balance; your fairness; your ability to consider different points of view so, when it comes about judging or taking a desition, you will take the fairest desition of all; your indecision; your beauty; your taste for the finest things in the world or for things that are esthetically beautiful; your sence of fashion; your tendency to please other people in general; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Sagittarius: your knowledge; your witt; your level of adaptability in different situations or settings; your high level of humor that, sometimes, may it appear as if you don't take anything serious or you bring jokes in the worst moments; your ability to make people laugh; your curiosity about everything; the inner wisdom you have and that may appear, sometimes, out of the blue; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Capricorn: your wisdom beyond years; your serious and reserved nature; your tired look that may resemble more the expression of an adult or old person rather than a young one; your hard-lessons or situations you had or have to face; your restrictions or limitations; your shy or closed personality; your knowledge that, sometimes, may look as if you know better than others; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Aquarius: your friendly nature; your ability to socialise; your fixed nature and, sometimes, fixed opinions on the world that may seem too drastic, rebelious or just to fixed that some people will find it hard to communicate freely with you; your caring nature; your open heart towards other communities or people who are considered outsiders or strange; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fame in Pisces: your mysticism; your ability to confuse people, which means that, no matter what, people can't seem to be able to figure you out; your creative and imaginative side; your sensibility to other people or beigns; your looner nature; your connection to nature; your ability to hide things from people that, in many cases, it will make them talk about how you lie or are a fraud; some use of drug of alcohol; these are some of the traits or things people will capture and talk in relation to you.

This is all I have for you today. Send you lots of love and light.

Tower Girl Anon.

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mysteriawrites · 6 months

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Hey can you write about Luxiem having a crush on the reader who is also a nijisanji vtuber? I just can imagine how cute that will be

Of course I can dear requester (requestee?). Here you go!

Luxiem with a Vtuber S/O

An: I had my own idea for a vtuber wave that I’m gonna use for this but feel free to use your imagination

You and your genmates are part of the royalty themed wave: REGALIA

Luca Kaneshiro

You were the bright and cheery royal of your wave. The stereotypical royal that brought a smile to everyone's face, was a friend to everyone, and shined bright like the sun just like our boss.

You and Luca are always goofing off during collabs. You guys usually play Minecraft and team up to prank the other members (and sometimes each other).

Luca also uses your collabs as an excuse to use his pickup lines on you so he can play them off as jokes as to not be embarrassed for being so cheesy.

You guys inevitably end up working on a cover together. Whether you work on the art, the animation, the mixing, or do vocals with him it ends up being a huge hit. Breaking 1 million views in less than 24 hours.

In group collabs you two proceed to be absolute menaces. No one is safe from your relentless trolling. Whether it's crab game, among us, Mario cart, or goose goose duck you'll have half of the branch in a fit of rage by the end. Truly a terrifying duo.

Shu Yamino

You were the mysterious royal of your wave. Your aura exuded power and beauty as well as danger.

You and Shu mainly play fighter games or fps games together. If you're good at these types of games then you make a formidable team that guarantees victory, but if not, Shu doesn't mind teaching you. He's just glad to have someone to share his favorite games with.

He also likes to play silly games with you like that bunny game. You guys are in perfect sync, and even when you're not you have so much fun laughing and talking that it doesn't matter if you beat the level or not.

I feel like you guys would have a Lego building handcam stream. No real reason it just seems right. You guys build the most intricate structure that it's honestly intimidating.

It's noticeable to everyone how much Shu loves streaming with you, because he laughs so much more. He's sillier goofier and more unhinged and having fun and the chat can feel the chemistry and positive energy a mile away.

Ike Eveland

You were the quiet, smart, and bookish royal. Always a book in hand with elegance and grace.

You and Ike partner up to play story games. If there is no in game voice acting, you two will take turns voicing different characters and putting on a whole performance for chat.

You guys also do covers together. If you don't feel confident about your singing ability, then Ike will coach you and help you build up your confidence. Man really wants to hear your voice.

You guys will also do watch a long streams of your favorite films or anime. Gushing about your favorite characters and scenes. He thinks it's it really cute when you're excited about your favorite character (and maybe just a little jealous).

At first Ike is more quiet and polite whenever you guys' stream together, but as time goes on, he becomes more mischievous and teasing. He won't admit it, but he thinks your reactions are cute (just like the rest of you) and it makes him want to tease you more.

Mysta Rias

You were the rowdy and rebellious royal. Always stirring up mischief and not letting anyone tell you what to do.

You are Mysta's emotional support when it comes to scary games. This can go one of two ways. Either you're good with horror games and you're actually helpful, or you're also bad with horror games and you're both screaming your heads off. At the end of the day though you both had fun either way (even if you can't sleep that night).

You're the voice of reason during cooking streams. Even if you're not a great cook you can't be bad as him. At the very least you manage to save yourselves from food poisoning.

You two also play silly co-op games like keep talking and nobody explodes. It's funnier when you both share a braincell and have to figure out how to work together to beat the game.

Mysta may not collab often, but you're his favorite person to collab with. You have plenty of misadventures in off collabs too.

Vox Akuma

You were the warrior royal. Always protecting others and standing up for what you believe in.

You and Vox would have cooking streams together. Whether you're good at cooking or absolute shit, you two will have fun goofing off in the kitchen and still make a meal that's at least edible.

You guys also have film discussion podcast like streams where you talk about the latest films. You discuss your thoughts and opinions about the film, but also deep things like symbolism and what the directors and actors were thinking.

You know how Vox is when it comes to Ike. Well, he's like that, but times 10 when it comes to you. Flirting with you at every chance and gushing about you every time you achieve something significant in your streaming career.

Sometimes his chat will make jokes about who he loves more you or Ike? He will answer cheekily "Why choose I have two hands~", but he always makes sure you know that he of course loves you more.

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vyorei · 1 month

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PSA:

Unfortunately I will be taking a temporary hiatus.

When I started sharing news reports in October I had never expected for things to go on for this long with the sheer level of carnage and slaughter that was taking place. I was foolish, but I was determined to see through what I'd started because people wanted to know what was happening.

At the time I had been recovering from a long illness and was trying to find work. I was grabbing reports from 2pm to 3am at the start, every single day. The hours shrank over time, obviously, because that was too much for one person. I'd wake up, immediately get the news, then neglect myself for the day trying to get everything out. Then I recovered enough to work again, got a new job, and had to try and balance that and the news, but also try to find enough time to rest and recover from physical energy loss and the mental stress of work and activism.

On top of this, as I've stated before: I am disabled. I have conditions that are tough for me to manage, they often incapacitate me and the burnout is intense.

An extra and private factor is that I live in a very volatile and unhealthy situation, one that I am hoping to finally escape after years, the time is approaching, I want to be free.

I have reached a limit point where I need to take a proper extended period away from reporting to try and get my energy and things together so that I can try to finally exist like others do. It stings to think so, though, because 2.2 million Palestinians don't have that opportunity and I recognise my luck and privilege.

After I sort things out, I will come back and resume reporting, as I firmly doubt the atrocities being commited by the Apartheid state will have ceased in mid-April and people will need to have access to the news.

Thank you all for the support and kind words you've offered over these last 5 months. I'm sorry I have to go for now and the guilt is rather immense, it goes against my nature to need to do this.

I'll be back by the end of April, maybe sooner if everything goes smoothly. There is no set date as return is entirely unpredictable at this moment given the situation, I apologise.

Don't stop talking about Palestine

Long live the fighters 🇵🇸✊🇮🇪

#Announcement #PSA #Hiatus

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touchlikethesun · 3 months

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okay so i will say, i do think the hinata harem is kinda cringe and it is definitely not something that should be brought back or encouraged bc people take it way too far and they make it weird

however...

it is endlessly amusing to me just how much chemistry he has with like. every setter. like yeah he gets along with just about everybody but the tension between him and setters is on a whole nother level, like obvs kags is the first one that comes to mind, but it's not just kags, kenma oikawa even atsumu (*gags*) are just like . obsessed with him- and he freaking matches their energy!! like kenma and hinata don't even get me started but oikawa and hinata meeting up in brazil post time skip and immediately becoming bfs/partners?? no one but hinata could charm oikawa like that... (i'm not talking about astumu and hinata because i hate atsumu but even with my deep hatred for him i can recognise how well they work together)

that being said, i think it would be absolutely hilarious if post-canon it becomes like an inside joke on MSBY that hinata will - somehow - manage to charm/befriend or otherwise click with the setter on every team they play against. like sakusa and bokuto will be watching as hinata lands a particularly impressive spike and the other team's setter will blush or get that look in their eye and bokuto will either cheer or groan depending on if he won the bet on how long it would take this time xx

#akaashi is safe bc he doesn't play any more #i think i would have been a very bad person to be around if i had been in the hq fandom during the 2020 resurgence #don't ask me about that bitch atsumu i have nothing more to say on the matter #hinata shouyou #msby black jackal #kagehina #kenhina #oihina #hinata x all setters lmao #haikyuu

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the---hermit · 3 months

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16|01|2024

Yesterday I was way to tired to sit down and write my daily entry. I was quite nervous during the morning, and I am glad the exam was online. I managed to review quite well, and then my exam was fairly quick. I volountiered to be the first to be tested, and the result was very satisfying. I honestly would have liked a bit mroe time to talk after spending so much studying, but it's fine. I think I got my chance to prove I did the job and not just a surfice level. I took the rest of the day off to rest and I treated myself to watching a few videos I was very much looking forward to (the first of the list being Bernadette Banner's yearly historical costumes in media review, which is one of my most anticipated things at the end of the year). As for today I moved on right away to working for my next exam at the beginning of February. I have two weeks and a half-ish, so I better get stuff done quickly, because it's a lot. Friday I should take the day off to spend time with a friend so I am looking forward to that. In the meantime I hope I'll stay motivated even if I couldn't take a break before starting to work for this exam

calm hobbit winter activities:

read first thing in the morning

worked on recorded philosophy lectures (one full lecture and a half, I was hoping to finish the second as well but it was way too dense and I was starting to feel unfocused)

got a new haircut (I needed to go back to shorter hair both because I wasn't feeling myself with my growing hair and because this way it super low effort which is precisely what I need right now)

daily Irish practice on duolingo

📖: A Day Of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon (I am going super slowly because I have no time nor energies other than in the morning but I am enjoying the story so far, I just wish I could properly dive into the book)

#studyblr #studyinspo #uniblr #university #journal #journaling #calm hobbit winter #studying #productivity #knife gang #mine #the---hermit

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ae-azile · 16 days

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Kind of have a Chan/Big one-shot in my head that I am thinking about writing but have no time for. I'm going to bullet point it here to have on hand for later.

Big still takes the bullets for Porsche. When Kinn arrives, he initially thinks he is dead. Tawan still presses the button and kills himself. However, the bombs Tawan placed end up being duds and the effort was for nothing.

Once they realize the place isn't about to blow up, they go back inside to get Big's body. He turns out to be unconscious but alive. They rush him to the infirmary and he miraculously pulls through, but is going to be there for a while.

Despite the Drama™️ going on, Kinn, Porsche, and his fellow guards visit him. Kinn is very thankful and sorry, Porsche is thankful as well but feels like Big should value himself more highly and tells him as much, and the rest are trying to be present.

Even Tankhun visits him. He usually talks about how he should put demands on Korn to change up the decor of his room. But occasionally, he tearfully thanks Big for saving Porsche. There is also one time that he tells Big he deserves a better ending than the one he tried to give himself. That he may not have leading man energy, but he could totally be half of a secondary couple in a K-Drama if he just found the right person.

"And sometimes the secondary couple is more interesting anyway!"

But out of everyone, Chan visits the most frequently and has been putting the most work in when it comes to Big's care.

The thing is, Big notices two guards aren't around: Pete and Ken. The guards tell him Pete is visiting his grandmother, and they sound believable enough when they say that, even though it seems like strange timing. But they won't meet his eyes when he asks about Ken, and their stories never line up.

Chan eventually tells him. While the truth paints Ken as a traitor and there is no getting around that, Chan tries his best to empathize with Ken by telling Big that Ken was likely approached by Gun with an incentive to be a double agent. If he would have refused, it would have cost him his life a lot earlier on. He says it to let Big know it's okay to mourn Ken. Ken was still his roommate and his friend, regardless of what he did.

They become closer after that night, and Chan talks to Big in a way that is less gruff and more gentle. Big finds comfort in him, and has prior to this. Chan was the one who made sure Big took an extended break after his father died. He drove an hour each way to check on him at his mother's house back when that happened. So Big has felt comfortable coming to Chan in his moments of worry or doubt, and he has always viewed Chan with respect and affection while the other guards tended to be more intimidated by him. But something feels different now.

He doesn't know who to talk about it with though. Ken is dead, and he probably would have teased him and said he had a crush on their boss.

Does he?

Chan is at least ten years older than him. He probably shouldn't have a crush on him. He's also actively taking care of Big, and Big has a long recovery in front of him. He's setting himself up for unrequited love. Again.

Speaking of, Kinn is continuing to visit. He does so frequently, and Big can see that he's wracked with gullt. Big still feels his heart beat a little faster whenever he walks into a room, but that is starting to feel different too. Kinn almost feels like a friend now. That's probably inappropriate as well, but on a lesser level.

So he holds it in. He plans on doing so forever until he wakes up gasping from a nightmare. Chan had fallen asleep in the chair, but woke up when Big did. Instead of telling him it was just a dream, he scooted closer to comfort him, stroked his hair, and held his hand until he fell back asleep.

Big ends up telling Pol, of all people. It just slips out. Pol doesn't seem like the right person to tell, but not the wrong person either. He manages to strongly empathize with and defend Tankhun, while most of the guards tend to steer clear of him, so maybe he will understand this insanity.

Pol is actually nice to talk to. While he doesn't completely understand a potential crush on Chan because Chan is intimidating, he gets having a crush on someone a good bit older. He thinks he might be into a bartender friend of Porsche's, and she has several years on him.

The conversation doesn't give Big any answers, but it does make him feel a little better. He's able to be around Chan and not feel like freaking out.

That is, until Korn "dies" and the attack approaches. Chan has Big moved to a more secure location a day prior. Big wants to stay, Chan won't let him. Big only feels okay about leaving when Chan says he will command from the armory while Arm sends out remote attacks, that he won't be a frontline guard.

Chan lied.

Does he die? Does he miraculously live like Big manages to in this canon divergent fic or like Vegas does in canon? Depends on how much I want to torture Big, I suppose...

Jk, I want them as infirmary roomies falling in love, all while Pol wheels in to visit while he heals from his less serious injury. I also want Chan to be finished with Korn altogether after everything he pulled.

#chanbig #bigchan #kinnporsche fanfic #chanbig fanfic #chanbig fic #chanbig fanfiction #and they were (infirmary) roommates #kinnporsche plot bunnies #fanfic plotting #plot bunnies

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layla4567 · 8 months

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Nursing day

Quicksilver x reader

Summary: The last battle against Jean was not gratifying and your boyfriend got the worst of it. Now while he is in the infirmary you visit him every so often and take care of him

Warning: injuries, mention of blood, fluff, a bit of angst, very poor plot of the film dark phoenix, spoilers of that movie, mention of death by impalement, a bit of coursing words

Jean was out of control, we didn't understand what was happening to her and to top it off she refused to receive help. Ororo, Hank, Charles, Raven, Scott, Peter, and I were trying to reason with her and reassure her that we wouldn't hurt her. On the other hand, the patrolmen had managed to upset Jean and now all that remained was to try to stop her, unfortunately we had to fight. Kurt was the first to strike, he teleported behind her but Jean's powers had expanded to unmatched levels and with a simple movement of her hand she pushed Kurt away as if he were a simple fly. Some policemen had approached and were pointing their guns at Jean, scared I approached but a hand stopped me

"Not yet"

Professor Xavier sitting next to me looked at me with a worried frown, he knew that even if I wanted to stop her it would be impossible.

Concerned, I saw how before the policemen could shoot, Jean yelled for them to stop and extending her arms, she overturned the cars, moving away, also blowing up the policemen. I could see that Jean's eyes had an orange aura around the pupil, right in the iris. And from his cheeks ran some kind of veins the color of fire.

This was too much for me, I wanted to help and I didn't know how. I was a mutant with cryokinesis. I could absorb energy and convert it into ice, as well as freeze things and people. Even so, I didn't think my powers could be of much use this time, Jean far surpassed me, to tell the truth, at that moment she surpassed all of us. I was trying to think of a strategy while Raven was talking to Jean to reassure her when to my horror I watched as Raven flew off and was impaled near a tree. I felt my legs lose strength as I raised a hand to my mouth in horror, Charles next to me had wet eyes and his lips trembled. Hank yelled her name hoarsely as he went to help her but unfortunately it was too late.

This was getting out of hand and I stepped in determined to end this once and for all. I could already feel that characteristic cold in my hands when I used my powers when suddenly Charles stopped me again.

"No!...wait.."

I turned around annoyed, not understanding why our professor refused to cooperate and stood idly by, but when I saw his afflicted face and his eyes full of tears, I understood that he didn't want to lose another student. I shake my head in frustration as I rack my brain trying to come up with some plan that will work, when I feel Peter stop next to me.

"Leave it to me"

With a quick and sure movement he put the glasses he was wearing on his head and ran towards Jean before we could stop him. Charles and I yelled at him to stop but he was gone at the speed of light. With my heart in a fist I was expecting the worst. Peter went to her climbing pieces of wood, we couldn't see him because he was going very fast but I could see how Jean made a movement of her hand and moved away a board where Peter was just going to step making him lose his balance and fall. Peter fell like a sack of potatoes and rolled abruptly ending up sprawled on the grass of a garden.

"NO!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs and trembling I ran to where Peter was. I approached calling him urgently but he didn't respond, his face was dirty and bruised. I took his face in fear. I saw how blood began to emanate from a wound on his forehead. Compunged and with teary eyes, I quickly looked for his pulse and breathed with relief when I verified that he was only unconscious. Inside me, sadness and anger swirled. I wanted to break everything. I was furious, with Jean, with Charles but especially with myself. If I hadn't hesitated so much I could have prevented this, or at least prevented Peter from going to confront him and going instead, even though that meant I could end up badly hurt.

when all seemed lost, out of nowhere Jean realized the damage she had done, she seemed to have woken up from a heavy trance. She looked around scared and with a special grimace of grief towards where Raven's body was. She couldn't help it and flew off in a hurry after muttering sorry. Apparently Charles had restored Jean's mind to normal.

With Raven's body in Hank's arms and Kurt and Scott holding Peter we rushed to the mansion urgently. I held Peter's hand in anguish, hoping that he would recover and that it was nothing too serious. When we got there Peter was taken to a parlor to put him on a gurney while the others prepared Raven's funeral. I stayed with Storm sitting on a bench. I was nervous so she put a hand on my shoulder and comforted me saying that everything would be fine. So much had happened in such a short time, and I didn't know who to feel worse for than Raven or my boyfriend, Peter.

Suddenly I saw Peter come out on a stretcher. I immediately stood up and ran to where they were taking him. His face was destroyed, he was wearing a bandage on his head and blood was coming out of his nose, apparently broken.

"Peter..!"

He turned making an effort to look at me, his eyes seemed to ask for help. They quickly took him to the infirmary. I took a step and stretched out my arm as if trying to catch my boyfriend who was walking away hurt. Storm stopped me by grabbing my hand as if she was afraid I might run away. Seeing him like this was the straw that broke the camel's back and I began to cry inconsolably collapsing in Ororo's arms.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine, at least he's still alive"

She rubbed my back as she wrapped me in a warm hug, but I couldn't calm down. I felt terribly guilty, if I had used my powers before Peter wouldn't be in the infirmary now.

The days that followed were hard, we didn't know anything about Jean and Raven's absence felt present like a heavy shadow loaded with misery. Peter was still being cared for in the infirmary but visitors were still not being accepted. I bite my nails all the time walking from here to there in my room. From time to time Scott or Kurt would visit me and tell me that I don't have to worry about anything and that I could see Peter soon.

and indeed it was. One day I was trying to study without much success when someone knocked on my door, it was Scott. He seemed to have a confident smile and that could only mean one thing, I nervously asked him.

"Yeah, you can go see him"

I felt a weight lift off of me, hugged Scott and ran to the infirmary. Upon arrival they told me that Peter was resting but that I could see him for a few minutes. Nervously I entered the room and saw my boyfriend lying on the table with a bandage on his nose, on his head and a bruise on his eye. I felt my stomach drop but I tried to keep my composure so it wouldn't show. I sat near him in a chair. Despite the injuries he seemed to sleep peacefully, I couldn't help but put my hand on his caressing him. Feeling the warmth of my hand Peter woke up confused. He slowly turned his head with a wince and looked at me with tired eyes. I smiled at him as best I could but my eyes were starting to get wet again.

"Hey.. Elsa"

Peter always made fun of me by calling me that. I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh, but soon the laughter turned into crying and lowering my head I started to sob, all the emotions that I had experienced those days came together and came out in the form of tears.

Peter looked at me with a frown.

"Please, don't cry."-said almost in a whisper

But I couldn't help it, I grabbed my face with my hands. Peter made an effort to reach out a hand and put it on my arm with a pitiful whimper. Noticing this, I quickly held his hand, fearing that he might hurt himself by trying too hard.

"Baby, I'm ok"-he said

Peter went to great lengths to pretend everything was fine when he had a broken nose and a bruised eye. But that filled me with tenderness, he just didn't want to worry me

"Shh..don't say anything, you have to regain your strength"

I took his hand and kissed the back of it and he smiled. Peter may have a super quick regeneration ability but this time it will definitely take him a little longer to recover. When visiting hours were over, I promised Peter that I would visit him every day and bring him something different so he wouldn't get bored.

I went to see Peter the next day, carrying a Walkman with his favorite playlist. I sat in the same chair with the walkman hidden in my back

"Hi sweetie"

Peter looked at me with a glint of excitement in his eyes and a small smirk.

"Hi doll"

"guess what i brought for you today"

Peter just shrugged slowly so I showed him the walkman and his smile widened. I got up and put him the headphones on giving him a sweet little kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Ow"

His nose was still hurt, I laughed softly and apologized. Luckily now Peter could move a little more so he grabbed the walkman and picked a song at random. Some songs that I had chosen were songs that we used to listen to together.

"Listen to number 5, I know you'll like it"

He obeyed me. His serious face little by little lit up and transformed into an open smile, almost a laugh.

"I can't believe you added this song" he laughed "Sweet dreams are made of this.."

Of course, I had to add his favorite song that he made me listen to exhaustion only to look at me funny when I hummed it distractedly. The minutes passed and once again I had to leave Peter alone but promising to return another day.

The days passed and I brought him more and more things to entertain himself. One day I went to a comic book store and bought his favorites.

Peter was already waiting impatiently for me to know what I had brought him this time, when I entered my boyfriend looked at me anxiously like a child waiting for his Christmas present. Patiently he waited for me to sit in my chair like a learned ritual and asked me what I had brought him this time.

"You have to guess, love"

That was a kind of game that we had between the two of us, every time I brought him something he had to guess. If I noticed that it was difficult for him to guess the object, I would leave clues for him. If he didn't guess it, sometimes he made me beg a little until he begged me to give it to him. And if he guessed as a prize, he would not only give him the object but also a kiss.

"Mmh is my favorite drink?" I shook my head.

"Ok, ok. Did you bring me a gameboy?"

"Sorry, not today"

Peter put a finger to his forehead trying to think by closing his eyes. I laughed at his face.

"Damn, babe give me a clue." Peter made a piteous pout.

"Okay, the object behind my back is smooth and is something children often read"

Peter frowned and stared at nothing, confused and thinking, I had to stifle a laugh. Suddenly he opened his eyes in surprise.

"I know!, you brought me a comic!!"

"Ding, ding, ding!. You got it"

I gave the comic to Peter giving him a tender kiss as well, who started clapping like a child. It did me good to see him happy. I knew how hard it was for him to be on a stretcher without being able to use his powers. That's why I did my best so that he wouldn't get bored and disobey by escaping from the infirmary.

As the days passed Peter was recovering, his bruise had completely disappeared and several bandages had been removed. Even he could already sit up straight on the stretcher. This time I brought him something special, something he had always wanted but for some reason could never have. Even as a good kleptomaniac that he was, he had tried to steal it from stores without much success.

"How is my favorite boy?"

Peter sat grinning on his stretcher.

"Very bad, I have abstinence from your kisses"

I rolled my eyes laughing as our usual guessing game began.

"Alright, I guess you brought me a water pistol today" He said with his arms crossed and raising an eyebrow smiling

"No, but you were close, it's a toy"

"An action figure?"

"Nope"

Peter ran out of ideas and began listing all the toys he knew.

"A robot? A ship? A drone? Come on doll, what is it?. He grumbled angry

"You give up? Oh then I guess I can't give it to you"

Peter leaned back on the stretcher pouting and grunting, I couldn't help but laugh and so he wouldn't get mad at me I showed him the toy. When Peter saw it his face went from a frustrated grimace to a gaping ecstasy and surprise. What he had brought her was a lit red remote-controlled car. But it wasn't just any car, it was a limited edition toy that Peter had seen in an ad when he was a kid.

"NO WAY! WHERE DID YOU GET IT?!"

"At a garage fair, I exchanged it for another object" I said laughing while my boyfriend took the car and began to play

I saw him happy as a loving mother watching her son grow. Suddenly, Peter stopped playing and looked at me seriously, stretching out his arms as if he wanted to hug me.

"And my kiss?"

I approached him laughing happily and planted a kiss on his lips taking his face in my hands

That afternoon I was trying to figure out what gift I could bring to Peter. I didn't know when they were going to discharge him so I had no choice but to keep looking for things that he liked. I didn't know what to give him anymore, I had gone to convenience stores, thrift stores, even his favorite fast food joints.

I went to my room to try to find something I could do with my own hands, it would be a different gift, handmade but I was sure he would like it. I rummaged through my desk opening and closing drawers without finding anything that would help me. I turned my room on its head without being able to find something that would work for Peter. In a bad mood I left there walking through the halls and asking my friends what I could give him. No one gave me an answer to my liking.

It was already time for the visit to the infirmary and I had nothing to bring him. Disappointed, I had no choice but to go to where Peter was and tell him that I hadn't brought him anything. I could already imagine his face, at first he would laugh thinking it was a joke, but then he would look at me disappointed but not before trying to hide it by telling me that it didn't matter. I hated to disappoint Peter. With these thoughts in my head I distractedly headed to the infirmary but upon entering the room I had not realized that Peter's stretcher was empty. I had my head down and that's why I didn't realize it but when I raised it and my eyes searched the place I worried. Where the hell had Peter gone? Didn't he take it anymore and ran away?

Cursing under my breath I started looking everywhere for him nervously.. Peter could be very impulsive and do stupid things when he got bored. I went to other rooms in the infirmary in case they had transferred him but I couldn't find him. Nervous, I ran through the entire mansion looking for him. In the end I was standing at the entrance of the mansion staring out and biting a nail concentrated. Damn it, where could he have gone?

"Shit, shit ,shit. You only had one rule and you broke it, idiot. Why didn't you stay in the infirmary? Don't you realize you're hurt, you sewer slime?"

If I were in a cartoon, smoke would already be coming out of my ears. Suddenly a voice behind me froze my blood

"Uhh, do you talk to your mother with that mouth, baby?"

I turned around in disbelief, there in front of me was Peter with his usual clothes looking at me with mockery. I yelled with excitement and hugged him around his neck as he picked me up and spun me around until I laughed.

when he put me down I gave him a little hit on his shoulder and told him angrily

"Where the fuck were you??, I looked for you everywhere"

"First of all ouch, and secondly the nurse released me this morning. She told me that my wounds are healed, what do you think?"

Peter spread his arms wide and spun around as if he were posing in a new set of clothes. I smiled and gave him a passionate kiss that he returned around my waist.

"You could have told me, couldn't you?"

"Sorry, babe it was a surprise. I also wanted to see how you got angry, it's adorable"

"Peter.."

"Sorry"

Peter cleared his throat. "Speaking seriously, I wanted to thank you for everything you did for me these days, even if it wasn't necessary. It's nice that you went to the trouble of entertaining a loser like me."

Sometimes Peter called himself a loser even though he really wasn't. In fact, sometimes I didn't know if he did it on purpose to pity me and manipulate me into doing him a favor or if he actually thought that way about himself. This time he seemed sincere.

I put a finger to his lips shutting him up."It was a pleasure to have done all that for you"

He smiled puffing out his chest with pride.

"And you already know that you are my favorite loser"-I winked mischievously

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 2 years

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Mingi loves making you feel good about yourself

fem!reader + Dom!Mingi (oral, hair pulling, rough sex, mirror sex, swearing, dirty talk, praise)

Song Mingi was the sweetest man alive, never going a day without making you feel loved. It was standard rule of him, to make you feel the best you possibly could. That included now, with your face pressed into the sheets and your ass in the air. You had never felt better.

The noises in the room were entirely lewd, Mingi kissing over your sopping cunt. He was enjoying himself as much as you were and moaning at the way you tasted. His hands gripped onto your hips to pull your cunt even closer to his face, 2 of his fingers circling over your clit as his tongue prodded at your hole. You’d never been eaten out like this before and it had left you reeling, gripping the sheets and crying out.

“You taste so fucking good.” He hummed, pulling away for a moment to watch as he rubbed your clit. It was crazy just how much he loved to watch you clench around nothing, seeing how tight and wet you are. “Do I?” You asked inbetween whimpers, your legs shaking slightly at how close you were. As much as he loved seeing you like this, you loved it when he got in this mood so much more. “You know you do, you taste so perfect. Like you were made just for me.” He remarked, before leaning over a pressing a kiss to your cunt.

Mingi sat up again, taking a moment to look at your figure. On your knees, face against the sheets with your back arched. It was that he didn’t want to ruin the moment otherwise he would take a picture. So he opted for the next best thing, grabbing your hair roughly and making you look up from the sheets. You made direct eye contact with him through the mirror in front of you. Whimpering as you noticed his face damp with your arousal, along with his brightly colored hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. It seemed he was as worked up as you were, with the look he was giving you and the way he was grabbing your hair.

“Look at yourself. Look at how fucking beautiful you look.” He demanded, pulling your hair a little harder. You found it difficult to look away from Mingi and to yourself, but you did it because he told you to. “There we go.” His voice grumbled, watching as your gaze shifted to yourself. You looked so damn sexy like this and he wanted you to know that.

Using his other hand, he guided his cock into you and watched your expression as he filled you all the way. Your eyes going wide before rolling back slightly. He always made you feel so full and in the position it felt like he was in your tummy, it left your legs shaking. His free hand found it’s way to your hip for stability while the other continued to grip your hair.

“See you look pretty taking my cock.” He looked down at where you were connected and threw his head back. “God, your cunt’s so tight.” He added on, voice seemingly deeper before fucking into you harshly. Your eyes shut at the suddeness of it all but your mouth opened, not being able to stop the moans from flowing. He managed to hit every sweet spot in you, along with the faint burning at your scalp from the hair pulling it all simply added to the pleasure.

“Eyes open.” He demanded, leaning forward as he continued to fuck you to put his lips by your ear. You opened them right away and looked at yourself. You had never quite looked this fucked out, this blissed out and well beautiful. Something about this vulnerable state you were in added a level of beauty to yourself you hadn’t quite seen before. Your gaze switched to Mingi’s, who was watching you so intently through hooded eyes.

“You think you’re beautiful like this, you should see yourself when you cum.”

A/N: this was purely because of the videos of Kcon Saudi Arabia and Mingi’s undeniably attractive energy. I hope you guys like this little blurb

#ateez #ateez smut #mingi #choi mingi #mingi smut

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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year

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Heyy Idk if you have done this yet but currently its my birthday so I was just wondering if you could do the jjk men on your birthday :3

Oh, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR READER!!! Congratulations on leveling up!! Of course we have to celebrate with some birthday headcanons!

Now Presenting...

Starring Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna.

Satoru Gojo

The Excited!

Gojo is more excited than you are my guy.

He’s planning a surprise party, meticulously picking out party decor, planning out the menu, bestie he’s going ALL OUT.

He didn’t have very many happy birthdays when he was younger, so when he grew up he decided no one he loved was going to have an unhappy birthday ever again (as long as he could help it.)

And he REALLY loves you so he’s going hard. The kicker is though, that you have no idea.

He’s extremely good at keeping it to himself. He’s subtle about asking you what you want, and any packages he needs to order he sends to Nanami's house. He wants to genuinely surprise you.

You think that for your birthday, all that's going to happen is Gojo is going to take you to dinner. That's why he’s buying you a new dress, got your nails done, all of that. It's simply so you feel pretty on your birthday date

So, when you get home, turn on the lights and everyone jumped out and yelled “SURPRISE!”

You accidentally punched Shoko in the nose.

IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT, I STAND BY THAT! They spooked you! What did they expect after you had just been kidnapped!? (See: jjk men headcanons: Kidnapped edition)

Other than that though, the party goes off without a hitch! Just like Gojo planned!

He didn’t risk trying to bake a cake himself, he had Nanami do that shit. Still, it manages to be one of the better cakes you’ve ever had

Everything is about you. Your favorite movie is playing in the background while you play your favorite board games, your favorite foods are being served, your favorite alcohol is very well stocked, it’s all about you today baby

He for sure gets you a sash that says “Birthday Bitch” On it, tell me I’m wrong.

Once the party has died and everyone left, he would sit on the couch cuddling you, watching whatever movie you picked out on hulu.

You have long since passed out in his arms, but him? He’s already planning for next year

Suguru Geto

the planner

He takes you out on the town for your birthday! Geto loves to show you off and he’s taking the opportunity to do so now!

He takes weeks to plan it. All the stops you guys are going to take, the most efficient map, how much he at least plans to drink at each place.

And you’re heavily involved in the process!

It’s your birthday, a day that's supposed to be all about you. You should be able to decide where you guys go!

While Geto knew you better than anyone, he wasn’t narcissistic enough to think he knows you better than you know you

And having you involved in the planning process ensures you have the best day possible where you get to do everything you want to do.

Above all else, he's excited to show you off with a fun night on the town.

Wherever you wanna go, you're there. Your favorite restaurant, the club, a different club, wherever

He’d probably set up a litter entourage for your bar hopping. A few of your (Easily transportable) friends

You all meet up at your house before heading out for gifts and pregaming

He probably pregammed a little too hard, but it’s fine. One of your friends is DD

He probably starts a fight at one of the bars because someone was hitting on you. It’s not a huge fight, so you mostly just find it funny

He for sure got you some pretty jewelry to go with your dress.

I was talking with my friends and we all agreed he would pay for you to get a surprise tattoo for your birthday.

He gets to pick it out

And he chooses a tramp stamp.

Of his name.

Kento Nanami

the homebody

Nanami honestly doesn’t have a lot of energy thanks to work. But he does still manage to pull together a nice birthday celebration with you.

It’s more quiet than the rest, just the two of you.

Because of this it honestly doesn’t take a lot of planning which works for him.

He wakes you up with breakfast in bed, promising to make today all about you

He even took the day off work for you!

You walk into the dining room and a banquet of your favorite flowers are waiting for you on the table.

He has your favorite coffee made and ready to go, but, honestly that's nothing new. That's one of the little things he does for you every morning.

He takes you out to your favorite restaurant, and you guys do cake at and gifts home.

He got you something you really really wanted for your birthday. Something you always talked about but could never buy for yourself.

I imagine after the wine starts flowing you guys have a mini dance party in your living room, giggling and moving together like two idiots

At some point the dance party becomes karaoke

He’s not a very good singer, but as far as he’s concerned you're the best. Even if you're the worst, fuck you, you're the best now.

He busts out his lighter when you start a ballad, waving it in the air for you, prove me wrong

You both passed out on your couch

It wasn’t the best idea, you’re both a little too old for all of that now. But, you still wake up feeling happy and loved.

And also hungover, but, ya know

Ryomen Sukuna

birthday?

You had a birthday? Okay.

He completely forgot and honestly he does not care he forgot.

Curses don't really do birthdays and they definitely don't give a fuck about human celebration rituals.

He’d laugh in your face if you confront him about forgetting too. He’d ask you what the fuck did you expect from him? He never claimed to be a loverboy, you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be with him.

Now, all of that being said: you do notice him being uncharacteristically gentle with you that day.

Let’s ignore the fact that you didn’t necessarily agree to be with him, he made that decision for you.

He’s bringing you water and food without you even asking, a blanket when you start to get cold, ect ect.

Not necessarily a birthday headcanon, but I really do believe that Sukuna is deeply attuned with his partner's needs, to the point that he knows what they need before they do most of the time. He just doesn’t fill those needs for them cause what does he fuckin look like to you? He’s not your fuckin mom

When he grabs you his claws are much less involved, and there's noticeably less force.

He’s actually being attentive and dare I say…caring?

Voice none of these observations if you value your life dear reader, I can not stress this enough!!!

Sukuna reacts violently to being called out on being vulnerable or gentle so you kinda spend the day walking on eggshells, hoping he doesn’t notice that you noticed he was being soft

But, other than that, it’s actually a good day with him!

You even got him to sit down and watch a movie with you! And absolute win I’d say!

And that night, when you’re asleep in his bed, He’d pull you into his arms and gently kiss your temple.

Softly whispering “Happy Birthday Y/n”

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Spoilers for Hazbin Hotel Episodes and my thoughts/initial reactions:

Episode 1:

I adore the opening narration, it genuinely feels like a fairytale being told to a kid and I get the vibe Lilith and Lucifer were trying to help Eve by giving her the apple. And for people worried about her being Stella 2.0 It comes off more as Lilith taking over since Lucifer became low key depressed and while there might be issues between them it might be more communication issues than anything else

Husk's voice sounds a bit gruffer than it initially came off as in the trailers and I really like how it sounds

Angel brings up good suggestions of having a celebrity be a selling point for the hotel and why can't Alastor use his connections to bring more people to the hotel

and their answers (of Charlie not wanting to exploit him and people needing to choose to be there, not be forced to be there) were also really great points

I feel low key dumb for thinking Adam was actually there, he wouldn't bother to bring himself down to their level

Charlie's realization this asshole is her mom's ex is hilarious

Tbh I would've wanted to see more of them making the commercial but it was so much fun to see and I love how Alastor only agreed to put genuine effort in the commercial if he never had to do anything related to TV again

Niffty zoning out when the camera is on her just game me hypnotoad vibes (dumb and obvious comparison but that's where my mind went)

Wow...what the hell, they really are cutting the time in half just as a "fuck you" to Charlie and her idea?! Really harsh and just this whole thing works to show they're not so different than the demons

Is it just me or is there weird audio mixing issues with Brandon Rodgers' audio as Katie Killjoy?

Ohhh interesting the 6 months thing is cause an angel managed to be killed and it's a cover up! I'm genuinely curious where this goes

Episode 2:

Good point with this being something that could make people be willing to hear this idea of redemption out

Omg of course Niffty is into Pentious. Also interesting she didn't know who the V's were.

Vox in the trailer sounded like seth rogan to me but he sounds way more gameshow host to me

VELVETTE'S BRITISH?!?! Also kinda cool to see her being a bit more business focused and not just kinda high energy chaos

OMG! Finally we get to hear Valentino! It's kinda cool how his accent is partly there, like it's thicker when he talks in some parts than others. It's done in a way that's less the VA dropping the accent and more it being a deliberate thing for the character

For Vox and Val's relationship we got this idea of Val being the one in charge and mistreating Vox but Vox trying to calm Val down feels like him and Velvette just let Val think he's the one who's in charge of the V's while Vox is actually the one to plan stuff through

Fun little bit of Val poking fun at Vox's obsession with Alastor and I kinda like it's all of them kinda snapping at eachother and messing with one another

I've seen thumbnails for this song on youtube and i've been trying to avoid it and I'm so glad I can finally see it. This song and Adam's songs were low key my faves of these first couple episodes.

One thing that stood out to me in this song is two lines from Alastor is "Is Vox as strong as he purports or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Vees" (and cute little bit of Val and Velvette looking kinda smug at that line) Cause it does raise an interesting idea: The Vees essentially all prop each other up, how would they handle being purely on their own

"And here's the sugar on the cream, he asked me to join his team, I said no and now he's pissy" Oh so basically he tried asking Alastor out and didn't take the rejection well?

Is that a robo fizz?!?!

I actually appreciate Angel wasn't the one told to be the spy on the inside but rather Pentious. It's a good way to get him involved with this and just isn't the more obvious plot choice

With Angel feeling jealous and insecure I'm actually really glad there isn't that thing where this new character is suspicious and one character points that out but they keep getting dismissed by everyone else and just accused of being jealous

Poor sir Pentious...And honestly this moment is just really sweet and honestly Charlie's design with her hair and Pj's are so adorable!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel early access #hazbin hotel spoilers #shut up me #my ramblings

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Different Kind of Love || Part VII 2/2

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Working for Natasha was never easy and being a low-level assistant for the CEO wasn’t where you thought you’d be after working your hardest for 2 years. After catching you in tears on Christmas Eve, Natasha’s cold ways start to warm up.

Notes: Dylan’s dialog is meant to sound like how a 5-year-old would talk and his nickname is Dyl and not a misspell.

I want to give a HUGE thank you to @daddynattt for helping me so much with this last chapter! It means a lot to me and I just know my readers will also be thankful xx

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"Are you completely sure?" Natasha asked just to assure herself she heard you correctly as you stood in front of her. "I don't want to hear a single word about it. Do it, but don't tell me when or how or where. I never, ever want to hear his name come from your mouth again" you explained, your stomach turning at the idea, knowing you just asked Natasha to murder somebody for you.

"That fee-"

"Save it, please. By morning, I want to take my son home and you and I" you paused for a moment after cutting her off, "you are my boss, I can't get involved with this" you added.

"Y/n, you already are" Natasha informed you, "you're asking me to k-"

"I know what I'm asking of you" you stopped her from saying that one word. "I need space from you, I need space from all of this. Please understand that I'm thankful for everything you have done for Dylan and I…but I need you to just leave us alone"

Your words hurt Natasha deeply as she nodded slowly, losing you as her best friend wasn't something she thought about if you had ever found out about her true business. She watched you walk away before downing a shot of vodka and for the first time in her life, she hated what she did for a living.

Morning came a moment too quickly for you, Dylan woke up with a burst of energy as he woke you from the 20-minute nap you managed to get in from overthinking all night. "Mommy!! It's breakfast time!!" He shook you the best he could with a sparkle in his eyes, "come on mommy!!" he added.

"I'm awake, you cheeky monster!" you attacked him with kisses over his cheek just to hear his precious giggle and just for those short moments you forgot about the world, just for a moment. "Can I please have ice cream for breakfast?" Dylan asked once he had calmed down, giving you his signature baby face and puppy eyes in hopes of convincing you. "I don't think so Mr!" you smiled softly while shaking your head, "how about we go out for breakfast this morning?" you suggested.

"Can aunty Nat come?" Dylan pouted slightly. You looked at your son and did your best to let him down easy, not wanting to worry him about anything that you knew. "She's got work today darling, so I think she's a bit busy this morning but I'm sure we can do something with her again another time" you said, brushing his messy bed hair back, "lets to pack up your toys and get home for a bath then we can go to iHop for breakfast" you added. Dylan sighed as expected when a child doesn't usually get their own way.

You were able to get yourself and Dylan out of Natasha's condo without seeing her, telling Dylan that she would've already left for work. He was sad that he couldn't see the woman he called his aunty, and you could only hope with some deep distractions, he'd get used to her not being around much anymore.

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"Can I dress myself today?" Dylan asked as he played with his bath toys while you washed the shampoo from his curly locks that you adore so much. "As long as it's not summer clothing" you smiled before pouring another jug of water through his hair.

While Dylan took his time finding his own fashion statement for the day, you took a moment to tidy up your apartment and charge your mobile. It wasn't a surprise when your phone was charged enough that you had plenty of unread text messages from your mother and Natasha. You couldn't help but stare at Natasha's worried messages for a moment without thinking about what she could possibly do to Kane. Would she torture him? Or would she make it something quick and he wouldn't feel anything? You snapped out of your thoughts when a text from your mother popped up at the top of your screen.

"Honey, please call me when you can! Your father and I are worried about you xo – mom"

Feeling like a young teenager again, you did what the message said and waited patiently for your mother's voice to bring you comfort.

"Darling! Oh my god, are you okay?!"

"Hey mom, I'm so sorry about not being in touch. I had a work meeting come up and Dylan was up sick last night, so I haven't had a chance to look at my phone" You've never lied as well as you did just now.

"Oh, my poor baby, is he okay?"

"Yeah, just a little too much ice cream" you chuckled, "I was wondering, are you and dad free today for me to drop Dylan off for a few days?" You asked already knowing the answer, but you just had to be sure.

"Of course, honey but that's a long drive, will you stay with us too?" Your mother asked in her worried tone.

"I have a lot of work to do so I can't stay, but I promise when I come to pick him up, I'll stay for a while"

"Is it the court stuff? Because if so, your father and I want to be there for you. We'll come stay at a hotel if you need" Your stomach dropped, and your mind instantly thought about Natasha and what she would likely be doing today.

"It's okay mom, I would rather keep Dylan away from it all but I promise to keep you guys updated on everything" you did your best to keep a convincing tone. "We should be at yours a little after lunch time, I promised Dylan breakfast at iHop on the way" you added with a soft smile on your face.

"Alright darling, we will make sure we have everything he needs. What does he eat? Toys he likes? Anything I can get him, I will"

"He loves his fruit and veg so he'll love your roast dinners for sure! He loves fire trucks at the moment but I'll make sure to pack him with plenty of toys and clothing. He is allergic to honey but I'll write down what he likes and doesn't"

"Honey? That's new"

"Trust my son to be one with a rare allergy" you chuckled just as Dylan came out into the living room dressed in sweaters, an orange t-shirt on inside out and his firefighter helmet. You chuckled at your son who stood proudly with a smile, "I'll send you a text message when we're on our way, I love you mom" you added and hung up after your mother said she loved you too.

"Look at you! Come here so I can fix your t-shirt" you opened your arms wide for him to come running to you and that he did. "Do you like my outfit mommy?" he asked with his smile still wide and proud, "I love it honey! We just need to get you a hoodie or jacket and you're all set" you kissed his forehead before taking off his inside out shirt to fix. "I couldn't find my red hoodie" he pouted, his favorite hoodie that you had a struggle getting it off him and into the wash. "That's because it needed a wash but it should be in the tumble dryer" you pulled the t-shirt over his head and put his helmet back on, "there you go my little fire fighter" you smiled.

"Can we go to breakfast now mommy? Please, I'm hungry" Dylan picked at the herm of his t-shirt as if he was nervous.

"We will, but first we need to go pack some toys and clothes. You're going to go have a big sleep over with grandma and grandpa"

"I am?!" Dylan's eyes widened at the news with excitement, "you are buddy! Why don't you go back some of your favourite toys in your paw patrol backpack, I'll get your red hoodie from the tumble dryer and pack you some clothes" you suggested with a soft smile. Dylan nodded quickly before racing off to his room once again.

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Natasha knew you and Dylan were gone before she even made her way to her large kitchen, dismissing her personal chef and making herself a pot of coffee as she tried to keep herself from tearing up. Her phone buzzed with messages from Bucky asking what the plan was only made her sigh deeply. She took a shower and took a moment to clear her mind. She was going to kill somebody today and not just anybody.

She would kill Kane in a heartbeat if it meant she still had her closest friend but the thought of not being close to you anymore dawned on her, not seeing Dylan's adorable little smile, not being able to feel like she finally made a friend on her own and not from the illegal acts of her business.

Natasha had to remind herself why she was about to kill Kane. The hurt he brought you and your son, the fear she saw in your eyes when she read you the email he sent, the panic you had at the thought of Kane taking Dylan away from you. Knowing that since Dylan came into this world you weren't ever able to feel safe, always looking over your shoulder and wondering if you'd wake up to your son missing. All thoughts of your fears ran through Natasha's mind as she looked at herself in the mirror with a faint smirk on her lips as she felt herself soon start thinking about a world without Kane.

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"Please stop!!" Kane begged, his face beaten and bruised and covered with his own blood. "If you're going to kill me, just do it already!" he spat with tears streaming down his face while Natasha sat down in front of him. It had been hours of harsh torture for Kane as Natasha soaked up his cries and begs to stop, she loved the sound of his life in her hands and knowing she had full control over his final moments.

"Oh, I am going to kill you, don't worry about that" Nat winked before rolling her wrists, releasing a cracking sound. "Then what are you waiting for?! I've admitted to everything, I know I'm not leaving this hell hole alive so just do it! DO IT ALREADY!" Kane begged once more as Natasha stared him down coldly. "I like hearing you beg, it's fun. If I had it my way, I would've liked to let you go and have you look over your shoulder every fucking day wondering if anybody is watching everything you do. I'd love to keep you on your toes and tossing at night wondering if it was safe to be in your own home. But, killing you sounds just a lot better" she smirked as she leant back in her seat.

It surprised Natasha how long Kane was able to serve the brutal torture she delivered to him. Plying most of his fingers off, breaking both of his legs with a sledgehammer, multiple stab wounds including two combat knives still stabbed through his hands that kept him even more combined to the chair he was chained too. Kane passed out a few times only for Natasha to drench him in cold, dirty water keeping him from any form of comfort.

She could see the fear she installed in him, the loss of hope in his eyes, the trembling in his bottom lip, the shakiness in his voice, she had him right where she wanted him. Completely begging for her to end his pain.

"You're fucking sick!" Kane threw his head back slightly, "what else do you want from me?!" he asked.

"I already have what I wanted" Natasha chuckled leaving a smirk on her lips just before her phone broke the moment of silence between the two. Seeing your name lit up on her phone was the last thing she'd see today; Natasha left the room and took a deep breath before answering.

"Hey" she spoke softly.

"Don't do it, Nat! Please tell me you haven't already done it, please!"

"Woah, Y/n calm down, nothing has been done. Is everything okay? Have you changed your mind?"

"I…I want to talk to him, please"

"Are you sure? I don't know if that's a goo-"

"Please Nat….if you're going to do it, I need to speak to him before you do it…please" you begged.

"Alright, where are you? I'll come get you" Natasha finally replied after moments of silence.

"I just got home; Dylan is with my parents until things die down"

"I'll be half hour, are you sure you want to do this?" Natasha asked once more.

"I'm sure, Nat….please" you begged one last time.

"Okay, I'll see you soon"

"Thank you, Nat" you replied before the call hung up.

Natasha walked into her office where Bucky had made himself a little too comfortable with a pizza and beer to keep himself 'busy' as he would say. "You're done already? I thought you would've been a lot longer" he looked up at the redhead with a cold smirk. "Y/n wants to talk to him" Nat grabbed her coat, "What?" Bucky asked in a confused tone as he quickly sat up, removing his feet from Nat's desk.

"I'll be back. Don't let him fall asleep or die" she ordered as she grabbed her keys.

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The drive back to Natasha's bunker was silent. You could barely look at her, even for a second without the feeling of your stomach-turning upside down. She notices the way you couldn't stop rubbing your hands up and down the top of your thighs and the way you couldn't stop blinking or trying to swallow the lump that was stuck in your throat.

"You don't have to do this, Y/n" Natasha broke the silence as she looked over at you for a short moment before her eyes focused on the road in front of her. "W-what?" you asked with a stutter when her voice broke you from your thoughts. Natasha pulled the car over, turned the car off and turned to you. "You don't have to do it" she repeated.

"I do, it's something I feel I need to do before…you know" your eyes struggled to look at her for more than a second, "he needs to know what he did was wrong, and I don't mean that I don't love Dylan because I do. Without him I probably would've done something really bad" tears start to build up in your eyes, "but I've been hurting for so long and I need him to know that. This whole situation isn't how I imagined telling him, you've kil-…you did, I me"

"I know" Natasha interrupted making you look at her once again.

"Please don't do it" the tears now streaming freely, "I can't live with the thought of it. I know you might be able too, but I can't, please" you added. Natasha nodded softly, "how can you do it? How can you live with yourself?" you asked before Natasha could open her mouth.

"I" Natasha was speechless, she'd never thought about how she was able to torture people and take their lives without it playing on her mind. She got a kick from it all but she couldn't admit that to you, you'd think she's more than just sick. "W-what I do, what I have done…I, it's…I don't just target anybody. Everybody has something and honestly, they deserved what they got" she struggled to explain.

"But you can't decide who lives and dies Natasha. You're a lawyer, there's rules, there are legal ways to deal with people. Kane needs prison time, nature will take its course, not you"

"If you don't want me to do it, I won't. But I can't risk letting him free, you have to understand that" Nat reached for your hand, "you can't keep him forever" you frowned with worry as you pulled your hand away from her.

"Y/n, I can't let him go. He'll talk and with the injuries he has, it would be believable"

"H-h…how bad have you hurt him?" You looked at her with fear while your tears kept streaming. "Can you please take my word for it?" she looked at you with pleading eyes, "I know you want to talk to him and you can but I don't want the image of him to scare you" she added.

"He's bad, isn't he?"

Natasha nodded.

"He going to die anyway, isn't he?"

Natasha nodded once again, "I should've waited, I'm sorry" she spoke while you wiped your tears. "Let's just go before it's too late" you turned away from Natasha and kept your attention to the passenger window.

The rest of the drive was just as silent to begin with, every now and then Natasha would look over at you and wish things were different. She wished you never found out.

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Natasha walked you to the room where she was keeping Kane, the only sounds that could be heard throughout her bunker were your footsteps and Bucky blasting some old radio tunes from her office.

"Y/n, please wait" Natasha gently grabbed your hand and turned you to face her. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that you found out about all of this. I didn't want you to know and I understand if you don't want anything to do with me again, I do but please…you're my best friend. I just want you to know that" she looked into your eyes hoping that you could see that she never meant for any of this to harm you.

"Can you wait here? I need to talk to him alone" you replied almost shrugging off her words as she nodded. You took a moment to prepare yourself before opening the door, gasping to yourself when you saw Kane's condition.

"Y/n?" he mumbled, covered in blood and smelt awful as you slowly turned away from the door to face him. A chair was placed in front of him, one you can only assume that Natasha used to intimidate the man. "Wh-what are you doing here? Y-you have you leave! Your b-boss, she's fucking cr-crazy!" he added in a stutter while you took small steps towards the chair. The sight of him made your eyes fill with tears once more, as much as you hated Kane, you'd never seen anybody as beaten and in pain as Kane is right now.

"I mean it, Y/n! g-get out of here!" he choked, spitting out blood to the floor.

"I..I need you to listen to me" you spoke as you sat down in front of him, his face swollen from the torture Natasha's fist delivered. "I'm sorry, okay?! I'm s-so, so, s-sorry! I hurt you and Dylan; I know but you h-have to get out of here! P-please!"

"You hurt me, Kane" you ignored his pleas for you to leave, "you were my friend…I trusted you and you didn't listen to me….I said no, I begged you to stop" you added while remembering the night your life changed.

"I k-know"

"You don't!" you spat with tears streaming down your cheeks, "you don't know! You didn't care! You laughed at me, held me down while you and your…friends…Kane, you hurt me in ways I didn't know I could be hurt. You broke my trust, my confidence, my safety net, you broke me. Do you know how scared I was when that pregnancy test came back positive? Do you know how sick I felt? Knowing that I was pregnant by one of my…r-rapists…you made me grow up when I wa-"

"Please d-don't do this"

"LISTEN!" you shouted at him, even Dylan had never been yelled at in such a high shout. "I need you to know all of this, so please…just listen!" Kane struggled to keep eye contact with you as you waited for him to response, "can you do that? Can you listen for a moment?" you asked, finally Kane nodded.

"I had plans, I had dreams and you took all over that from me. I couldn't bear to look at my parents after finding out I was pregnant; I couldn't leave my house because of you! My father wanted to kill you himself when he found out, when my mother found me on the floor in the bathroom begging for a god to just take me, she broke. You did that! I thought about hurting myself so many times that my mother had to sleep in the same room as me because she didn't trust me, she took me to my first appointment and the moment I heard my, MY baby's heartbeat, I knew I had to be strong for him.

Since I found out I was pregnant I wanted nothing more than to get rid of him and hope I could somehow move on. I hated knowing I had a child growing inside of me, but hearing his heartbeat I realized he didn't deserve the hate and anger I had for him. I promised him, before I found out he was a boy that no matter what was going to happen, I would love them, I would protect them and I would do anything for them.

Dylan is MY child, MY son. He is nothing like you! He's beautiful, he's caring, he's so full of life, he reaches for the stars with everything he does! He doesn't have a bad bone in him, he once made me look after a squirrel that was hit by a car and I did it for him, to see that beautiful smile he has. So don't you ever think for a second that Dylan is your son or that you have anything to do with him. Everything Dylan is comes from me!

I kept him safe; I kept a roof over his head, I gave him everything I had while you made things harder for me. I knew the moment he was born, the second I saw him I knew that it was your DNA. But for the first time since that night, I wasn't mad, I didn't wish for a god to take me, I was happy. I had a healthy, strong and beautiful baby boy" Your eyes stared heavily into Kane's while tears had now made a river of your cheeks.

"I want you to hurt like I did, to only see darkness, to fear everything you do! I want you to never feel safe, I want you to wonder what you might wake up too in the morning. I want all your hopes and dreams to be crushed" you added when Kane's eyes dropped to the bloody splattered floor in front of him.

"Y/n…I…I was drunk, we all w-were. Y-you said you wa-"

"No!" you stood up, your fists in balls of anger, "Don't you ever say I asked for what you did to me! You drugged me! You forced me to say I wanted it, that I liked it! Every day I remember something from that night, and it breaks me all over again!" you added in anger before slowly sitting down again. "You're going to feel guilty, are you? You're never going to see the wrong you did, the hurt you brought, are you?" you asked.

"You d-don't think I'm hurting?!" Kane spat, "LOOK AT ME Y/N!" He shouted, "You did THIS TO ME!" he added. His words only confirmed your thoughts, "I didn't do this" you spoke as you stood up again, "you did this" you added before making your way to the door.

"Y/n, I'm s-sorry! Pl-please! h-help me out of h-here! I'll leave y-you and D-Dylan alone forever, I pr-promise" he begged, his injuries causing his stutter of words. His begs only got louder as you ignored him and opened the too to see Natasha and Bucky waiting outside. With one hand you did your best to wipe your tears while the over closed the door behind you, draining out Kane's begs for help.

"Are you okay?" Natasha asked as she took a step towards you. "Just do it" you nodded before your eyes dropped to your feet, "he didn't care" you added in a mumble, your legs felt wobbly as if you were about to fall, Bucky looked at Natasha who gave you a soft nod.

"He didn't even try to care" you started to sob as you started to walk away, "I'll wait in the car" you added without looking back at Natasha. "Hey, come here" Bucky opened his arms for you, without a second thought you crashed into him and cried as he held you.

"I've got her" Bucky mouthed to Natasha who didn't want to leave you but it was only a matter of hours before Kane's body would shut down. She nodded to Bucky and waited for him to take you out of the bunker before she entered the room where Kane's cries for help came to a stop. Nat closed the door and locked it before walking over to the countertop and picked up her favorite combat knife and began to sharpen as Kane watched in fear.

"Please stop, I'm done okay! You win! Just fucking kill me already!" He began to cry when Natasha turned and looked at him with a dark smirk on her lips. "I already told you, I'm going to kill you but after that I think it's only fair we deal with the reason you're here in the first place, right?" she chuckled as she walked over to him, kicking his chair over. He yelled in pain as his head smacked the hard flooring, not hard enough to knock him out but enough to give him a headache later on.

"What t-the f-uck are you doing?!" He panicked as Natasha unzipped his trousers and harshly grabbed his cock from his boxers. "No, no no! PLEASE DON'T!" Kane yelled at the top of his lungs as Nat brought her knife closer to his penis, "I told you. It's only fair we deal with that got you into this mess first, didn't I?" She looked over at him and smiled as she kept her eye contact with him while her knife made a clear slice from the base of his genitals. Blood splattered everywhere while Kane screamed in pain, almost passing out.

"Oh, stop your fucking crying!" Natasha as she pulled Kane's chair up from the floor before dangling his penis in front of his eyes, "Y-YOU CUT OFF M-MY D-DICK?!" Kane shouted while Nat chuckled, "it's not like you're missing much" she joked as she walked back over to the countertop of weapons. Kane's penis was tossed onto the counter as if it was a useless item that Natasha couldn't care less if it broke. She put a face mask on and grabbed the blow-torch before testing its blue flame causing Kane to squirm and shout louder for help, help he knew he would never get.

"Since you think you know how to use this ugly thing" Natasha grabbed his penis from the counter with her free hand, the blow-torch in the other as she turned around and faced her victim once again. "You can watch me destroy it" she smiled before letting the blue flame turn orange as she lit Kane's member on fire. Kane was losing blood by the second, his skin turning pale as Natasha tossed the body part in flames onto Kane's lap, he screamed and squirmed as the flames came in contact with his thighs, setting him alight.

Natasha watched by the door as Kane's screams were something she'd never heard from anybody before, she watched as his entire body became covered in flames. She let out a deep breath and left the room and waited for his cries to stop, when she knew that Kane had finally died, she turned the roof sprinklers on putting the flames out.

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Bucky waiting outside your apartment door, not wanting to leave you alone even though you begged him to leave and slammed the door in his face. He didn't take it personally; he knew you were going through more emotions than he could even imagine. Natasha arrived to see him guarding your door while your sobs could faintly be heard from the inside.

"She wants to be alone" Bucky looked at Natasha, "I couldn't leave" he added.

"Give me a moment" Nat replied in a soft tone. Unsure if it was a good idea, Bucky moved aside, and Natasha let herself into your apartment. She could hear you crying from your bedroom and slowly made her way, knocking softly on your door. You ripped the covers off from over your head and looked at Natasha with wet, puffy eyes.

"Is he?" you asked, unable to say the word.

"He is" Natasha confirmed, "I wanted you to know. You don't have to worry about him…or me anymore" she added. Slowly you sat up still looking at her, "please stay" you spoke before Natasha could walk away, she looked at you with surprise.

"Y-you're my best friend and friends fight, we have up and downs but…. but I love you even if right now I'm a mess and have no idea what to do. You're my best friend, Nat. I'm mad at you, I'm confused, and it might take me some time to come to terms with things, but friends fight, right?" You smiled brokenly at her. "I don't want to be alone right now, I need my best friend" you added.

Nat smiled softly with tears of her own filling her eyes, she took her coat off and placed it on your dresser before she made herself comfortable in your bed, letting you rest your head on her shoulder. For the first time in a very, very long time Natasha felt love, a different kind of love that she didn't know she longed for.

"I'm right here" she whispered as you cried, letting yourself let all those built-up feelings over the past 6 years out. You were free, Dylan was free, and you have Natasha, your best friend to thank.

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lightning-and-sparks · 8 days

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So for the dancers power levels, does that come into play later with an intra-group conflict or with them and an outside force? I really loved the scene where Brezziana, Sara, and Mihaly talked about Jack’s power because of how it brought out their different sides and started that thread of a conflict between them and power. Is the order of it Wander>Mihaly>Brezziana>Sara>Jack? Is that something that subconsciously rules the governs the group? You’ve done such an amazing job of fleshing everyone out and making them seem like friends, but ones who may have their bonds fracture under the situation. Also just wanted to say you did such an incredible job on all of Thorns, between its length and subplot management, well written and meaningful OCs, and worldbuilding, but my favorite part is how you’ve handled the Dancers as a whole, especially from Jack’s perspective!

Oh, now this is a good one! So early on, it already was a very different idea to give Jack some kind of power. I think when I first saw the Locked Out of Heaven map my first thought was that it was him holding up the mirrors and when they changed to show Night Swan it was his own mental struggle taking over. On terms of power dynamics, you nailed it. I knew I wanted to have Jack and Wander on opposite ends of the spectrum. As prideful as Jack and NS were/are, Jack’s low ability for magic (after being a descendant of Night Swan) is seen as embarrassing and is something that upsets him.

The whole story has been about him being undermined and overwhelmed by the people close to him. When he hears them discussing how he isn’t strong enough to defeat them and he’s basically at their mercy it reveals the dynamic of him being below them more clearly. Jack’s hesitance to pursue Wander subconsciously comes back to that. He knows if things go wrong between them, it will be him cut off from the group, if you go back to that hierarchy you mentioned before, Wander is the only thing keeping them intertwined because he can bridge the gap between planets.

I think what makes Thorns convincing is how messy and flawed characters and situations seem. No one there is perfect and are prone to failure. Unconsciously, although they detest that fact, they have some fear of Jack. Compared to Wander who stayed for a period of time afterwards (events of majesty) he no longer has that weary. His race does come back into play because it’s an Eternyx centered story. Eternians are not common outside their domain so that adds to his suspicion.

It was challenging to balance so many characters at once but I think I did okay. It gave me a lot of eyes and ears to work with so it was helpful. I thought having parts where they’re scattered or paired off worked well to show their personal connections. Jack is seen with them all one-on-one at some point. I held off on Brezz and his encounter because I had cold feet on how the reaction to Brezz’s friendship came about. She’s a very selfless character so I wanted to see her take something for herself just for it to come back to her actual carrying, if that makes sense?

I think as a group it’s difficult to take very individual characters and have them work effectively together. I don’t think all of them would have done some of the things Jack had done (that’s why he chooses to leave them out of certain events) he’s also struggling to regain himself and wants his image to come out unscathed. He doesn’t tell them about certain encounters with Roland in order to protect his pride and hide his shame. Although he doesn’t act like it, he cares a whole lot what they think of him. I mean, he’s always held under high scrutiny so he sees friendship as the same concept.

Thank you so much! I really wish I could explain all the thought and trial and failure that went into Thorns. It took a lot of energy and time to hold each strand of a story together and expand and fill plot holes to fix narrative problems in the beginning. There are a lot of gags and stupid shit that I put in there, namely Brezz’s Crocs because I thought it was funny and I rep an obnoxious pair of yellow Crocs that I get some awesome hate over 💪 these questions are awesome and I’d love to field more! I have a whole lot to say.

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Tensions come to a head in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic

Warnings for this section: Social anxiety, jealousy/possessive behavior, choking

Absolute Smokeshow (Part 36 of ?): Fight Or Flight Club

Putting away your belongings and leftover snacks that had been strewn across the couch during the second half of the show, you felt a sharp spike of anxiety as the last match of the night ended. Thankfully, the Judgment Day had managed to win their match, despite Damian and Finn going right back to arguing almost immediately after. You had seen Rhea grin and hoist her championship belt in the air, one arm around Dominik - a sight that no longer bothered you as much as it once did - celebrating the victory. She had to be in a better mood now. Standing up, you dust crumbs off the front of your top and skirt before slinging your bag over one shoulder.

After you’re only a few steps down the hall, you hear a cheery voice call your name and turn to see Liv Morgan, skipping over and waving at you.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, catching up to you.

“It was pretty good,” you admit, looking her over before asking, “Are you okay after that fight earlier?”

“I’m just fine, cutie,” she says, smiling and winking, making you blush, “Maybe a bit sore, but that was barely a scuffle. Takes more than that to stop me!”

You couldn’t help but smile at her energy and optimism; it was strangely refreshing. She joined you on your walk back to the locker rooms while the two of you chatted about the show. It was difficult to remember the last time you met a woman who seemed so genuinely bubbly - her smile was contagious. Walking next to her, you felt much better about going to talk to Rhea and work things out.

“You’re really perky for someone who gets in fights and beats people up for a living,” you joke, trying not to stare too much at the beautiful woman beside you.

“I don’t usually get into fights, I compete in matches,” she clarified, “It’s all by the book unless I need to defend myself or a friend.”

“Ah, so you beat people up fairly,” you reply.

Laughing, the two of you enter the locker room.

“Just WHAT THE FUCK do you think you’re doing?!”

Both you and Liv - whose hand rested on your arm - froze and turned to see Rhea storming over after having hissed at the two of you. Terrified and unsure whether she was talking to you or Liv, you backed away instinctively as Liv moved to stand between you and Rhea.

“What are you doing touching her?” she snarled at Liv, inches away from her face, “You of all people should know better than to mess with Rhea. Bloody. Ripley.”

“Look, I’m not doing anything to make her uncomfortable, and I get that you want to protect your girlfriend but-“ Liv began, trying to keep a level tone before Rhea lifted her by her throat and slammed her into a nearby locker, holding her there.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Rhea growled, making you feel like your heart had been shattered in your chest as she continued to hold a squirming Liv against the lockers.

“Rhe!” you yell, vision getting slightly blurry as you tear up, “Stop!”

Liv coughed and gasped for air as she fell to the ground, holding one of the hands she’d been using to try and pry Rhea’s fingers open to the sore spot on her neck.

“Why am I here?” you shout at Rhea, seeing the confidence in her manner falter as you do, “If you’re just going to hurt me and act like this, why am I here? Why did you even invite me?”

It seemed like, for the first time, Rhea was at a complete loss for words as you slowly approached Liv - cautiously keeping your eye on Rhea - and helped her stand up.

“Here, I’ll help get you to medical,” you tell Liv, gaze still on Rhea, gently putting an arm around Liv’s shoulder, “I need a new cold pack for my hand anyway.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said to Liv after the two of you walked out into the hall.

“I’ve had to deal with her before,” she waved a carefree hand, still smiling despite having been choked only moments earlier, “How are you doing, though, hon? That was… a lot.” She gave the arm you still had around her shoulders a squeeze - you had been so distraught by what had just happened that you hadn’t thought to move away yet. Feeling your face grow warm, you pull back before answering, “I… don’t think I can let myself feel how I’m doing just yet,” you say before hurriedly adding, “If that makes sense.”

Liv nods, wincing slightly as she does.

“I’m so sorry she did that,” you say.

“You don’t have to apologize for her, hon,” Liv sighs, gingerly touching her neck, “In fact, I would be surprised if she didn’t apologize to you before the end of the night. I was a bit busy trying to breathe again, but I’m still pretty sure I saw real regret in her eyes after you yelled back at her.”

[end part thirty-six of ?]

Part 37: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/727406121467445248/absolute-smokeshow-part-37-of-let-me-talk-to

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halfsizehellboy · 8 months

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oh man okay. more thinking

hot shit do i feel enlightened bc audhd House makes so much sense to me!!! he surrounds himself with chaos and novelty and stimulation but still adheres to things that don't change-- his apartment, when he lives in it, it always set up the same way. it's mentioned he's had the same guitar for many years, as well as numerous medical texts. He uses his same red mug all the time at the hospital (he has a designated hospital mug. it lives at the hospital and he only uses it at the hospital). he is very adamant about his office space-- it only changes drastically for him in season 8. just before he leaves. he and Wilson have a fun schedule-- bowling nights, poker nights, etc-- and he does spontaneous stuff all the time, but he orchestrates it. he enacts enrichment time for his fellows and Wilson. he canonically spaces out during/stops processing conversations all the time because he's thinking. he will forget to do basic things while on cases, and there's that one episode where he stays up all night because he's cooking something. he is the king of "shit i forgot to eat. i forgot to shower and pee. i forgot--"

while im thinking of eating!! he has that bad hunger recognition. he will forgo eating for days for cases, fixations, pain levels. he usually eats off of wilson's plate anyways, and i think wilson mainly eats because he's made it part of routine, and that if he forgets to eat house definitely forgets to eat, and that usually ends badly. i dont think house has any specific avoidances but he does usually go for pizza, or anything wilson's made. he likes fries.

the adhd bit makes him more prone to addiction (it's a real thing) and he does show those behaviors (vicodin, alcohol). he has to have either the puzzles or the substances, taking him off both fucked with him a lot (mayfield and afterwards). in prison he got managed doses of vicodin, and he was getting antsy and desperate for the challenge of a good case towards the end of that arc. he all but jumps on that heat allergy guy, risking his chances of parole multiple times to try and get close. side note, did y'all see his equation scribblings on the wall by his bunk? hes so silly

ive also been thinking like. we see very large-scale self destructive behaviors from nearly everyone in the show but we don't see a lot of self-regulation outside of house's stimming so that means i get to make up my own and project onto wilson.

wilson spends a lot of time masking at work so we don't see him fully let loose and i think that he is a fan of full body movement. he's jumping up and down. he's pacing the apartment and swingin his arms. he sways and rocks in place. at the hospital and places that aren't safe he keeps the stim energy to his hands/fingers, or taps his foot/bounces his leg-- things easy enough for neurotypicals to pass off as nervous energy. he loves to click pens but he only does it when he's alone or with house because he knows that other people find it annoying (house doesn't care, he starts clicking/tapping too and it's like they're drumming together). he and house learned morse code and annoy the ducklings and cuddy with it all the time.

bad times wilson scratches a lot (this is me projecting btw). at his scalp, at his arms, anywhere he can get to; and usually he's self conscious enough to do it where he can hide it under his clothes (house is unaffected and can tell anyways)(usually because he's there trying to help wilson stop scratching)(but if he's not he can still tell and wilson doesn't wanna know how). he also presses/rubs his face a lot (in general and not just bad times wilson), and bad times wilson gets abrasions on his eyelids/cheeks from his sweatshirt when he has a meltdown. i've seen another person talk about this, but i think he absolutely tears his cuticles up. he's managed to stop biting/tearing his nails down to nothing but between vigorous scrubbing for the OR and not liking lotion (sensory bad. i need it for my arms and the backs of my hands sometimes and i always wipe it off of my palms and fingers) his hands are so dry. house makes fun of him but he does carry around a nail file because he's trying to stop picking at his fingers regularly, and limit it to a bad times emergency regulatory behavior.

house fights meltdowns to the death. he hates having them, he hates having to be vulnerable like that (and that's a canonical trauma response). he has held one off through sheer will for an entire week before wilson called out sick for him and made him take a day off. they ended up taking a long weekend to recover. on the occasion they're both melting down at the same time, it's a multiple days affair. wilson will recognize what's happening and try to make sure everything in the apartment is low effort and accessible from the floor because house's meltdowns are more often than not pain response and that means that house stays on the floor. and when wilson is melting /neg he doesn't want to leave house. on a sillier(?) note they have a tally/competition for shortest meltdown (wilson), longest meltdown (house), fastest to meltdown (house), longest amount of time spent holding off a meltdown (house), most efficient meltdown (wilson), and most meltdowns located in the hospital (wilson).

man i'm gonna have to make a fic for this, it's getting wild just on posts

#audhd house #house md #autistic wilson #autism #adhd #tw scratching #tw picking #tw harmful self regulatory behaviors/stimming #sorry if i forget the tws for the other posts i m. tryin real hard :(

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