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lovely-peace · 2 days

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Lovely?

Summary: You don't like the marauders. You don't talk and don't even look at them. But as you visit your friend in the hospital wing you encounter a certain boy with brown hair, scars and this lovely eyes.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Gryffindor!reader

Warnings: Low self esteem, past bullying?, This is no bully! Marauders fic!!

Part 1

"Hey, do you want to study for Transfiguration together?"

A normal day. It should have been. But ever since I was asked who I would date, I've been hearing giggles and whispers. And now James is standing in front of Amy and me. Ready to finish something. I don't know what yet, but it's going to hurt.

Because it will be a joke of theirs.

"Why should we?" I go straight on the offensive. Leave fears behind and intimidate them.

Sirius, who was standing behind James, looked to the side to stifle a laugh. That kind of upset me.

"Well, in the last lesson you had... We thought we could help each other."

Oh. My mistake. That they laughed about. Learning. Together. Actually, they just want to smile at my stupidity. SMILE.

"Amy doesn't even have Transfiguration." I hissed, looking the boy in front of me in the eye for the first time. He looked almost uncomfortable.

This boy I rode to Hogwarts with in the same wagon. And who now feels too cool to remember my name. I'm just a joke that you crack a few times and then forget.

"Which is why, unfortunately, I have to say goodbye and go upstairs. Important subjects are waiting for me!" Amy tapped my shoulder and I was about to thank her inwardly until- "That's why I'm leaving this sweetie here with you, okay?"

Peter looked up from his book for the first time. He was sitting on the couch by the fire.

In the common room of Gryffindor, it was not uncommon for people to fight over this space. Peter snatched it early enough so that Remus, who looked very ill that morning, just sat on the chair at the table next to it.

Peter was probably just as disappointed that Amy left as I was, if I interpreted his expression correctly.

"Amy," I whispered to her, "what are you doing?"

She raised her eyebrows, rolled her eyes and sighed briefly. And I understood. She wanted me to give them a chance.

I looked at her with begging eyes and screamed at her in my mind not to leave me here alone.

"So...?" James stood there like a boy waiting for his mother's permission.

And I wasn't going to give it to him.

"Sorry, Jarry, but I was planning on studying for other subjects with Amy today. So if you'll excuse us." What did I just say?

"Oo-," James looked to his friends while Sirius laughed out loud, "-okay?"

I didn't look at Amy and just stomped faree upstairs to our room.

Amy followed me, but not without letting out a sigh of disappointment.

"What was that about?" My voice was a little louder than usual. "I thought we agreed that we didn't like the four of them?"

Amy groaned and threw herself on her bed. "I never said that. I meant that they can be assholes sometimes, that's all."

"But they just were assholes?"

I also sat down on my bed and looked out of the window. The Hufflepuff team was playing quidditch.

"How were they assholes in any way, please? James just asked us if we wanted to study with them in the common room."

I could hear Amy starting to get angry.

"You know what he meant. He only asked because I said something completely stupid in Transfiguration the day before yesterday and everyone had a laugh. And now he wanted to hear more of it."

Amy had gone quiet. Then she snorted loudly. "Jesus Christ."

"What?!" As I turned around, two piercing eyes looked into me.

"Can you please stop painting the devil on the wall for once? You sound worse than Cassandra!"

Now I snorted.

But Amy wasn't finished yet. "You're so afraid of being ridiculed that you're becoming an asshole yourself!"

The sun was setting. And the moon slowly rose.

"Why are you so sure that the four of them are making fun of you?"

I hated that tears were welling up in my eyes. "That's how it always is! Suddenly all these people are nice to you, who didn't even know who you were before, to lure you into safety, but in reality they're blaspheming and laughing at you. It's always like that!"

Amy shook her head.

"No, it's just always like that in your head. There's a chance that these people just want to get to know you better."

Amy took her DADA textbook and turned to the other wall. "To exclude this opportunity from the outset is not only a mistake, but also a missed opportunity to make new friends."

I looked up at the full moon. I felt as if he was out there suffering with me.

You understand me, don't you?

Probably not.

The next morning, Amy was still mad at me. I couldn't blame her. What I said already sounded pathetic.

But so far it had always been the truth.

It was unusually quiet at breakfast. Amy ate almost nothing and hurried to her tray.

We had different subjects at the beginning of the day, but at lunch Amy was nowhere to be seen. There were whispers again and I wanted to scream.

And it was only in charms that I was told she had been taken to the hospital wing.

That was not uncommon for Amy. Amy was very fragile. Amy always put on a very strong front, also to help me. But the truth was that stress really affected her and at one point she almost fell over sick.

Was it because of our argument? I don't know. But I certainly felt guilty.

After class, I hurried to the hospital wing and let myself be led to her bed.

She looked almost peaceful as she slept. I carefully sat down next to her and took her hand. She was sweaty and cool at the same time.

Madam Pomfrey explained to me that Amy had been under a lot of stress lately and had eaten something bad. Then she went to the next bed and talked with the visitors there.

Visitors with... familiar voices?!

"Oh, please, you can't expect us to just leave him here alone?" Was that Sirius?

"Yes, I must. You know he needs his rest now. So shoo." Madam Pomfrey sounded a bit annoyed.

"We can stay here quietly!" That was James. Ironically loud.

"No, Mr. Potter, you cannot. So, gentlemen. Out!"

I saw out of the corner of my eye how Madam Pomfrey shooed several people outside. But who was behind the curtain of the bed? Whom were they visiting?

The curtain didn't cover the whole bed. In fact, it was only drawn on my side. Quietly, I got up and tried to get a quick look at the person. I took a cautious step to the side and—

There layed Remus. A pretty battered Remus, wrapped in bandages.

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back and I stood there as if caught red-handed.

Remus looked at me in surprise. His look was somehow different than usual and I imagined he took a deep breath before he spoke.

"Hi." ... "Hi."

His body was even worse wrapped up than I had seen from the side. He was sitting upright and his upper body was full of bandages. His face also had scratches but his eyes were still so deep-

I stared at him. For far too long.

I quickly sat down next to Amy, who was still asleep.

Remus cleared his throat. "Is Amy very unwell?"

Somehow I wasn't prepared for a conversation with him. Not with one of the four. Not with Remus.

"According to Madam Pomfrey, it's just stress. She just needs to get some rest and then she should feel better." I was almost whispering, my voice was so quiet. Nothing compared to yesterday.

"That's good. I hope she gets better soon. Has anything bad happened?" I looked up at him. His eyes were so gentle, as if he really cared. "Something that's really stressing her out?"

When he noticed my look, he looked away. To my disappointment. "But actually, it's none of my business-"

"We had a fight." Why did I tell him that? "I worried her again."

I looked at Amy. Her face wasn't quite so pale and her hand, which I was holding, wasn't quite so sweaty.

"Oh." Remus' voice was very quiet. As if he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. As if he was worried to say the wrong thing.

"And why are you lying here? What happened to you?" It was only when I looked at him that I realized the question was a bit rude.

"If you want to tell me," I added.

He just sighed and suddenly looked so far away. "It was an accident."

I waited for him to tell me more. He didn't.

It stayed quiet between us for a long time. I could feel his gaze from the side, but somehow it didn't bother me a bit. I almost felt safe.

Suddenly he asked me: "Why did you argue?"

I looked into his eyes and almost wanted to tell him everything. I looked at Amy and borrowed her words. "I was an asshole."

He tilted his head and smiled cautiously. "Somehow I can't imagine that."

I looked at him. He looked at me.

"Why?"

"Well, you... It's not like you at all."

I continued to look at him. He continued to look at me.

"What do you mean?"

"You're usually so... Lovely."

Lovely? He saying I was lovely?

I had to laugh. He looked away.

"Me? You don't know me then." I giggled softly. "Besides, anyone can be an asshole, no matter how sweet the person still is."

He looked outside. The moon was up. He had that look again. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that."

It was quiet again after that. I heard soft footsteps outside and my anxiety wanted me to leave. So I stood up and was about to say goodbye to Remus as he-

"I want to know."

"What?"

He suddenly looked into my eyes so intensely that I felt dizzy.

"I want to know you properly."

I didn't know what to say and just looked at him as he continued.

"I want to know what goes through your mind when you see me us."

His gaze moved away from me. "I want to know why you hate us so much."

My whole world suddenly spun and I was in the middle of it. What was he saying? What did he mean, why was he even talking to me? What was going on here, why was he even here? And why did he call me lovely? What did he mean?

I wanted to say something. Something about... What actually?

Somehow I couldn't get anything out of me and was stuck in this spiral of trying to say something and figure out what to say. I opened my mouth, as-

"Remus, we're here!" James' voice tried to sound quiet but was unmistakable. Just like the footsteps of the two boys walking towards his bed.

When I saw them, so many things came back to me. Why I didn't talk to Remus.

"Are you feeling better? Remus -" Sirius faltered when he saw me. He looked between me and Remus and then grinned at me.

"Oh hello."

He turned to James now and 'whispered' to him. "Prongs, let's go and give these two some time to themselves-"

Remus cleared his throat and pointed at Amy who was lying next to me. Sirius fell silent.

"I'd better go now." I said in a very quiet voice again. James and Sirius even left me alone, but I heard their voices before I closed the door behind me.

"So, did she talk to you?" "What was going on with her?" "Is there something-"

The door slammed behind me and my head seemed to explode with questions.

#marauders era #marauders #the marauders #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin angst

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mrsmothermaximoff · 2 days

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Missed me?

part 1 | part 2

Pairing: Stepmommy Wanda x f!reader

Tags: Stepmom x stepdaughter, fluff, daddy issues, kissing, drinking, mentions of upcoming smut

Summary: Y/N's back from college and finds out her stepmother may have missed her just as much as she did

Dinner ended after a painfully long 2 hours and you helped Wanda finish up the dishes while you two caught up. "So, did you meet anyone special over there?" The words tasted bitter in her mouth. "No, not really. Just a bunch of people who wasted my time." Wanda paused briefly after putting a plate in the sink, "Who wasted your time?" The question felt more than casual, like she demanded an answer. "Just people I thought respected me, turns out they all thought I was a joke." She frowned at you, "I don't think you're a joke, my Y/N." That nickname always left your face burning. "Thank you Wanda, I missed you." She pulled you in for an unexpected hug, one that was so rudely interrupted by your father coming to grab his 9th glass of wine.

After the dishes were done your father left upstairs to do who-knows what, and you went to your room to watch a movie with Wanda. The two of you had established a tradition of late-night movie watching about a year ago. Every Thursday Wanda comes to lay with you on your bed and you watch some cheesy laughable movie while you try to hide your giggles from your father. It was always completely innocent, until today that is.

The movie started and you both had already started your fits of laughter before you even grabbed the popcorn. Wanda was always very hospitable, so she loved setting up a series of snacks for the two of you. The movies you always watched were full of cheesy jokes and dumb humor, but this time Wanda wanted to watch something a little but more serious, a romance.

The main characters had already kissed 9 different people only 10 minutes into the movie. "I don't understand how people do it." You commented, upset by the actions of the character. "Do what?" Wanda replied. "Make-out with a bunch of random people all the time just for fun. I don't understand it. Why can't people just love one person forever? And only that person?" She began rubbing your arm softly at that last part. Your breath got caught in your throat at the sudden action. "Mhm" She agreed quietly. "M-maybe they're just lonely." You said trying to regain your thoughts. She stopped at your words, "Do you kiss a lot of people when you're lonely?" Her voice sounded softer, sadder, something you almost never hear from her. "No, but I might try it." You joked with a sad laugh, "I felt so lonely at school, for so long, I don't want to feel lonely anymore." She got quiet, when you looked up at her she was looking at you, focused. Her left hand gently caressed your head, while her right rubbed circles on your stomach. She opened her mouth, and then closed it. She did it again, and again, you anxiously waited for what she was trying to say. What could she have to say that would take this much effort? "Let me be the one you love forever, my Y/N," She whispered so boldly. "the one you always kiss, the one who kills your lonely, the one who makes you feel special every time you think you aren't." She paused, "I love you."

Your eyes filled with tears, and she pulled you into her to steal them with her lips. She softly kissed every tear that fell while she silently hoped you felt comforted by it. When they stopped falling she pulled away. "Wanda, I-" Her expression grew disappointed and saddened. "It's okay Y/N, I understand this is an interesting situation, you don't have to-" You practically threw yourself onto her smashing your lips together again. You heard her sniffle and you quickly pulled away. "Wanda?" She smiled and sniffled back more cries, "You're everything to me Y/N, I've loved you for so long and now you're finally mine." You smiled smugly back at her, "Well, there's still one thing you haven't claimed yet." She looked at you confused, "What?" You signaled for her to get closer, "my virginity."

#stepmom wanda #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #wanda x reader #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fanfiction

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sweeteaacakes · 3 days

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... Can I request something///

The Kings *especially Satan and Lucifer* discovers today is your birthday! How would they react?

♡》 The King Finding Out Your Birthday At The Last Minute :0

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Aww! Mah birthday is a week later! Could this be a ⛥sign⛥of⛥destiny⛥? :0 Can I get and "aye!" on the comments?? ♡

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Satan

Whether he is the first or the next to find out it's your birthday, he would be angry, yes, but he will also be happy and excitement will lighten in his eyes.

Satan would be angry because he could have made plans earlier but now he's all over the place;;;

Or so you thought… you thought he worries that he won't be able to celebrate it but on contrary…

This reached Sitri’s ears and Ppyong who told it to other nobles who told it to their subjects who told it to their family who told it to their children who told it to their friends who told it to their pets—

And the whole Gehenna started celebrating!

They don't have a feast like in Avisos. Or mountains of luxury like Tartaros. Their streets aren't as beautiful as Hades’ due constant construction of damage caused by attacks but be certain that the people of Gehenna will make you feel at home!

In fact, Satan is more worried that uncontrollable things will happen during the celebration;; demons of Gehenna are very open afterall!

If you don't like crowded places, Satan would be by your side as you both watch the others.

They'll understand but it won't stop them from celebrating!

It's like a festival… like??? Did they just add your birthday as a festivity in Hell’s Calendar??? Yes. They marked Solomon’s Birthday, they'll mark yours too!

The event will last for days. You don't have to expect to participate in them all by the way.

The next time, expect a normal birthday!

I headcanon that demons have birthday celebrations longer than humans. Maybe an eve-day, birthday and day after celebration? They start preparing a month earlier! ^u^)

Even if Satan likes seeing Gehenna so lively, he still has to make it up for you with the list of plans he just made~

He will drag you here and there like it's a date~!

Yeah, even if it's last moment he'll make sure you'll have fun throughout the day~ >uÓ)

Mammon

He would be hurt that he only found last minute

You're his master! He wants to spoil you AND he will spoil you!

But he accepts it as a challenge. In fact, he was already thinking about it and already has plans a, b, c,.....

He can start right at the spot with a snap of a finger!

Or… he will make this chance as a day to spend with you :3

He'll accompany you to various places where you'll get spa, massage, hairdo, nice and all dressed up, dates~

A date on the boat~ Except the boat is a ship and you're in one of Tartaros’ biggest golden lake.

At midnight, you thought he'd be treating you for a dinner until you arrive at the palace extravagantly decorated~

High-glasses of champagne. Tall-golden-chocolate fountain to dip the sweets, a feast for every invited. Waltzing~

A mountain of gifts too! I headcanon most Tartaros’ demons have the tendency to buy objects that remind them of those they care about so at your birthday they have already accumulated many gifts for you!

It's a ball just for you~

Owwie, you can't dance? Don't worry. You can just sit on Mammon’s lap while he sits on the throne where the demons can be blessed of your presence uwu)

Leviathan

He wants to hang and make you to be the piñata for your birthday.

He will feel offended as if it's his birthday you have forgotten.

If he finds it through another demon: instant hang. Good. Two piñatas.

Don't expect to spend the day with someone else and cancel what you planned that day.

He is like Mammon. He will take you to places but you'll feel like walking with a ticking bomb who will go off if you don't choose what you like asap.

His eyes are sharp and attentive at your movements.

Even when he took you to dinner.

Will ask if the food is of your liking while he hasn't touched his food yet.

He is a perfectionist and will glare at anyone who dares to ruin this day and if it doesn't go perfectly even if it's on the last minute.

Man… he is trying, okay? :”)

He doesn't know how humans celebrate their birthdays so he wanted to find what makes you more comfortable but failing at it.

Please, notice it. He is trying his best TTuTT)

Beelzebub

Ahah, is there something you can hide from this man?

You'll be the one shocked because he comes in, sweeps you off your feet and now you're on a date.

It's just a matter of time before Bael and the nobles find out about this.

Would be on guard since it's a date but it's also your birthday so they couldn't help but to congratulate you.

Normally, Avisos would celebrate it. More like a parade or something but no one knows so it wouldn't hurt just for now to celebrate your birthday in a small group, right? ^u^)

They'll take you to Avisos’ most popular places to have fun!

Please, I hope you realize what kind of places are you going as quick as possible because it can be quite a… culture shock ( ㅍ÷ㅍ);;;

Lucifer

Found it through Gamigin and Jjok who are preparing you a gift and ruined the kitchen for trying to prepare you a cake;;;

The child of Solomon's birthday?

Consider him very curious about how you'll spend your day. Do you have someone else to celebrate it with? What will you be doing?

He concluded to just see it himself. It's easier than wondering about it.

He would be stopped by the young dragon and red lump because… why come to a birthday without a gift? Now he must ponder about getting a gift for you but he doesn't know you very well…

A gift? Like an offering? Now he is pondering what kind of offering he must give you... maybe himself?

Lol say sike lololol

Will give you a bouquet of flowers first as congratulations and to test the water!

It is canon that he made a bouquet of flowers he tended himself for his seraphim brothers and are knowledgeable of their meaning~

If you recognize the meaning of the flower(s) he gave to you he'd be twice as proud ♡

Lucifer will make his mission to stay with you throughout the day and make sure you'll enjoy it >u0)9

If you get tired or do not want to do anything big in particular maybe you and the nobles can have a tea and pastries in his garden later? ♡

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AuthorNote: Thanks for the ask~ Ngl, this helps me see how I percieve the characters. I guess I have more trouble writing Leviathan but I have fun imagining what a character like him would do. What a particular dude lol.

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb kings #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub #whb lucifer #.sweeteaa writes #.sweeteaa answer

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libraford · 3 days

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I feel very cornered.

I feel like I have to use the exact right words if I'm going to say something. So I decided to say nothing. But now saying nothing is bad. So I'm told I have to say something. But I don't know what the correct words to say are. But if I continue to say nothing, I'm just as bad as the people who say the wrong things.

And when someone tries to force you to say the right words under duress, it doesn't feel genuine or right.

And I try to learn what the right words are on my own, where there's no pressure, but it feels performative. And I try to be informed, but there are lots of opinions, even within schools of thought, about what the most correct opinion is.

And I don't want to be seen as an authority. Because perhaps I had the correct opinion previously, but the situation has changed. When people talk about it in person, I listen to them. I do not give suggestions, I do not make demands. I just listen. And I donate what I can, but I don't have a job right now so that's hard.

I thought that was how you're supposed to do it. I thought that allyship was listening and letting other people speak and not drowning out the people whose voices matter on the subject. I thought putting a little flag next to your icon was performative and not real activism.

But now I'm supposed to say something. Because listening isn't enough, giving isn't enough. I have to take an oath with the most right words or else I'm fake and racist.

The right words won't stop the suffering.

I'm sure it makes some people feel good to put someone in these kinds of positions. I'm sure to some people, trying to find the secret racist, the secret antisemite, the secret Islamophobe is a fun game for them. But I don't like it so much. I don't like the feeling that nothing I do will ever be enough.

So I feel really... cornered. And I don't think that's a good tactic for getting the outcome you want.

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thefallennightmare · 2 days

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Please do a headcannon for Noah meeting already pregnant reader at a festival or through a VIP and instantly wanting to know her better even given the situation. Maybe she assures him she was in grass and no where close to the mosh pits. Baby starts moving around like crazy when it hears Noah's voice.

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"Holy shit," Noah muttered to himself when his eyes landed on you.

You, five months pregnant, were standing in line to buy Bad Omens merch.

Noah was helping out Steven, who gave him a weird look.

"What's up?"

Noah pointed to you, who was busy typing away on your phone.

"She's pregnant and at a music festival," he said with worry in his voice.

Steven patted his shoulder. "I'm sure if she didn't feel comfortable, she wouldn't be here. You're always caring about other people before yourself, man."

Rolling his eyes, Noah went to work helping Steven for the next long while. Every so often his eyes would land on you as the line moved forward.

There was a moment when there were only six people ahead of you in line where your eyes caught Noah's and your heart jumped into your chest. His gaze lingered on your face, a smile pulling at his lips, and you caught when he flicked his gaze down to your stomach.

Being pregnant while at a music festival would make others question your decision but you were not about to miss this lineup of bands because you were pregnant.

You were about to become a single mom in four months and knew your time would be limited so you wanted to do all the fun things before that happened.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" Steven smiled when you finally reached the front of the merch booth.

You gave him a warm smile and pointed to the Hell I Overcame sweater. "Can I get that in a large, please?"

Noah, whose eyes never left yours, grabbed the sweater from the box and handed it to you.

"Did you want water or anything to drink?" He asked after you paid.

You held up the reusable water you'd brought from home. "Already on my fourth refill of the day."

You were the last person in line so you didn't have to rush.

Noah shifted on his feet, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Did you enjoy the show?"

You nodded, clutching the new sweater to your chest. "I did. I've seen you guys four times now. One of my favorites."

Noah could wipe away the proud smile on his face but you knew he wanted to ask something. It was lingering in the way he stared down at your bump again.

"Don't worry, I sat on the grass. Totally safe and away from any crazy moshers," you giggled.

You could practically see the worry lift away from his shoulders and he adjusted the hat on his head.

"Are you here with anyone?"

"I was with a group of friends but they already left. Thought it wasn't worth waiting in line for merch."

Noah snickered. "And what do you think?"

You licked your lips, keeping your gaze directly in line with his. "Definitely."

Neither of you said anything for a moment until your baby began moving in your belly, causing you to place a hand over your bump.

"Not now," you quietly groaned. "The nearest bathroom is on the other side of the grounds."

Noah gave a confused look so you sighed. "Some think it's weird but every time I play your music, he moves. Without fail."

"Really?" Noah wondered. "So whenever he hears my voice, it makes him move."

You nodded, with a hand still over your bump. "He hasn't stopped since we started talking."

His eyes shined as he looked at your hand and hesitantly, you motioned to it.

"Do you?"

"Only if you're comfortable with it," Noah said.

He was always curious about how it felt but never knew any pregnant women who felt comfortable about this.

You reached for his hand and placed it on your bump, your son still moving.

"I play your music in my coffee shop and he thinks it's always time for a dance party," you admitted with a laugh.

Noah stared deeply at your bump, marveling at how it felt against his hand.

"Shit," he murmured but then shot his eyes up at you. "Sorry."

You waved him off. "Nothing he hasn't heard before."

Noah stood straight up now and cleared his throat. "You said you have a coffee shop?"

"It's a small place in downtown L.A. My ex husband never cared for it so I got it in the divorce."

"Ex?" Noah did his best to keep the smile at bay.

"Yep. The divorce was finalized four months ago when I found out I was pregnant. He doesn't care so I'm all on my own with everything."

Your cheeks reddened when you realized you divulged too much to this stranger who actually wasn't a stranger. You'd been a fan of Bad Omens for years.

"Sorry, you probably don't care to hear this," you cast your eyes down.

"No, it's alright. I'd love to hear more if you're up for it," Noah said with a smile.

Immediately you agreed. "Meet me at Park Cafe tomorrow? Anytime."

Noah nodded eagerly. "I'll be there."

With a wave you said your goodbyes.

The next day at 10 a.m, Noah stepped through the door of your cafe wearing that smile you found your heart fluttering at. Your baby immediately moving around in your belly.

#tina talks #noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian headcannons #bad omens headcannons #thefallennightmare

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mattyriddlesbitch · 12 hours

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a steamy enemies mattheo fic w you as the shy yet stern tutor and he keeps messing w you. maybe at the end after he passes his exams you try to stop the meetings by saying he doesn’t need a tutor anymore and he gets mad/the jealousy trope 🤤😈🛼 also what if there’s a scene where you go to a ‘dangerous’ party w the wrong crowd and he catches you there and gets mad bc he doesn’t want u around those people

I hope this works! So sorry this took so long!

Tutor

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: kissing, cussing

You and Mattheo never got along. Everyone knew that too. Insults and snarky comments were thrown at each other all the time.

So it was infuriating when McGonagall said you were his new tutor since he was struggling with some classes. You tried to get out of it, switch with another tutor, but she just said that everyone's already set up with another student and she can't change it.

Tutoring sessions were brutal. He always messed with you. Always tried getting off topic. Even jokingly flirting with you to try to derail your lesson. But you were determined to get him to study and tutor him enough to pass so you could stop these sessions.

“How about every answer I get right, you give me a kiss?” He smiled at you.

“In your dreams, Riddle.” You rolled your eyes, but felt the heat rise to your cheeks. “Can you just focus?”

He finally just started passing his classes, his homework and test scores soaring enough to make him start passing classes. McGonagall said you didn't have to tutor him anymore, but she recommended you did since your own scores were going up as well as you tutored him. You had enough of Mattheo and told him you weren't going to be tutoring him anymore during your last tutoring session, showing him the tricks you learned for studying and retaining information.

Oh, he was mad. He never really hated you. He liked you and never knew how to express his feelings so he became mean to you instead. He was a dumb kid when he decided that and didn't know how to change it and make you like him, even as a friend. These tutoring sessions were making his feelings grow. He thought it'd be a perfect time to find out more about you, asking you questions about yourself, trying to change the topic to something more fun to hear you talk about something other than school, even flirting with you to try to change your view of him and see if he could fluster you.

So when you told him that you were done with tutoring him, he was upset. Moreso at himself than you. He was upset that he didn't seem to get you to change your view of him. He was upset he tried so hard, he passed enough to not need you to tutor him anymore. He was upset that he decided to be an ass to you at the beginning of your relationship so you'd always have a bad view of him.

“What do you mean you're not tutoring me anymore?” He frowned as he sat across from you in the library.

“I mean exactly that. You're doing well enough to not need one anymore.” You shrugged.

“I'm only doing this well because of you.”

“I'm showing you how I study so you can keep doing this well. You don't need me.”

He wanted to say he does need you. Merlin, he wanted to. He wanted to see how you'd react. He even wanted to see you get all smug and tease him about needing you, but he bit his tongue.

Truth was, he really didn't need your help. He knew this stuff enough to pass with flying colors. He just never applied himself. But he thought if he did start passing because of you, you'd be impressed and happy he did so well because of you. He felt like he lost his chance to win you over once he saw you leaving the library after your last tutoring session.

Your friend invited you to a party she'd been invited to, saying it'll be fun and to think of it as celebrating successfully tutoring Mattheo and being done with him. You were reluctant but finally agreed, deciding it'd be fun to relax and let loose.

You arrived with your friend, who let you borrow one of her short dresses and a pair of heels. You both drank and danced until she was eventually pulled away by one of the guys there, leaving you alone. You were slightly tipsy, just enough to make you relaxed and slightly dizzy.

A guy approached you, you recognized him enough to know he was in Slytherin, but you never learned his name. He was about to say something when an arm wrapped around your waist from beside you.

“Hey, princess. Hope you weren't waiting on me for too long.” You recognized the voice as Mattheo and turned your head to see him smiling at you.

“What-”

“You seem a bit tired. How about we go sit down?” Something in his voice and smile was off. You nodded and he guided you away from the crowd and down a secluded hallway. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he moved to stand in front of you.

“My friend invited me.” You frowned.

“And she left you alone?” He matched your frown.

“Some guy took her to dance.”

“You're kidding. This isn't safe for you.”

“What? Why?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Doesn't matter. I'll get you back to your dorm.” He said, trying to turn you back around to lead you away.

“No, tell me. If I'm in danger, then I should know why.” You said, resisting him.

He sighed, looking down the hallway before looking back at you, talking quietly. “This is for purebloods and Death Eaters, something you shouldn't get involved with. So, let me get you out of here before something happens to you.” He said, trying to guide you again and you let him this time.

“What are you doing here then?” You questioned, now sobered up from this conversation.

“My father. What do you think, Ms Know-It-All?” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“No need to be mean.” You frowned. There was a pause as he led you out of the party and started the way to your dorm. “Why are you helping me anyways?”

“I don't hate you, you know?” He said and you turned your head to look at him again.

“You don't?” You raised an eyebrow.

“No. I never have. I'm just…” He paused trying to find the right words and you stopped walking, turning to face him as he stopped too. “I'm not good at…words-at expressing myself. I don't do well with feelings and emotions.” He sighed, looking down.

“Okay.” You spoke quietly. “So…what do you actually mean then, if you don't hate me?”

“What I mean is that…” He looked back up to meet your eyes. “I mean, I don't hate you, I…” He ran a hand through his hair, letting out another sigh. “Fuck it.” He muttered before grabbing your face gently and pressing his lips against yours. He pulled back after a few seconds, noticing your surprised expression as you still tried grasping what just happened. “Did that make sense?” He asked, hands still cupping your face.

“Um, I think so.” You said, still a little dazed.

“Let's get you back to your dorm. Maybe it'll give you time to figure it out.” He said, a small smirk playing on his lips now as he moved a hand back to your waist and started guiding you again.

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You've always been a good student, and some of the others called you teacher's pet, but as long as you were learning more you didn't care.

You think it comes from your need to people-please... Ever since you had started working on your psych major it's become more and more difficult to stop yourself from overanalyzing even more than usual.

The most recent class changed everything though, the study of hypnosis has always seemed fascinating, but at the same time inaccessible. There's just so much incorrect information and misrepresentation of hypnosis out there! Taking a class that focused solely on it seemed at first a bit much, but it's definitely helped your stress. It's quickly become your favorite course...

And the professor!! She clearly has such a passion for her subject, and you make sure to show in class how attentive you are. If other students think you're a teacher's pet, you might as well live up to the title. Plus, she's absolutely gorgeous! And her voice can only be described as the feeling of being completely surrounded by warm honey, in sound form. You can't help but feel a flutter deep in your chest whenever she calls on you to give your thoughts... on the current discussion.

About half-way through the semester, you work up the courage to approach her after class to see if she has any outside resources she can point you to. The course is amazing, you tell her, but you feel like a practical example of the application of hypnosis would help you delve deeper and deeper into the material!

For a moment you think you catch a chuckle(?) But this is just a typical request... oh well, it's hard to focus while you look at her anyway! She replies in her silky, smooth, relaxing voice:

"Oh dear, I've been wondering when you would ask! You're my favorite student, of course you deserve some one-on-one training~"

For some reason, what she said seems... off? Somehow? But you can't grasp why... you're her favorite student, that makes sense... but wait, training??

"Relax~"

A thick wave washes over your brain as your train of thought is completely derailed and you're lost in the honey.

"There's nothing to worry about, this is completely normal. I know better than you, right?~"

You nod without realizing

"Good girl! Then let's get started."

She takes you by the hand and leads you to her office, because walking is hard on your own. When you get there, she shuts and locks the door behind you.

"Sit~"

You sit down, seemingly pulled downward by some invisible force.

She laughs, "Oh just look at you! This is going to be even more fun than I thought. Now, as for your request, what better way to understand hypnosis than to be the subject of it yourself? I understand some of the other students call you teacher's pet... and I want to help you fill that role even better! Wouldn't that just be wonderful?~"

The words practically fall out of your mouth, "Yes, ma'am"

"Gooood pet~

Normally, this process would take ages, but you've been listening to all of the extra-credit, haven't you? You don't need you answer, I know you have. That's why you're my favorite~"

You let out an absent-minded whine, impossibly willing to do whatever your new owner instructs of you.

She pulls out a collar and leash, and for some reason you yearn for them.

"The main point of the extra-credit was to create two separate triggers; one with a collar, and another with a leash. When I snap this collar around your neck, your sense of identity will be exclusively that of a pet. When I attach the leash, my words will replace your thoughts. What I want from you will become what you want to do~"

You cant understand her words, yet the anticipation as she walks around to the front of her desk is nearly unbearable, and you are practically shaking from the excitement.

"Still."

You freeze immediately. This command seemed more forceful than the others somehow, but you don't have time to consider it any further before-

Snap- and the collar is around your neck.

Any worries or thoughts you had lurking in your subconscious are dispersed immediately as the bliss of emptiness somehow becomes even more encapsulating.

"Much better, pup~"

Your owner's voice makes you wag your imaginary tail. She's praising you! The satisfaction is overwhelming, but this is interrupted by a-

Click- and there's your leash.

"Down~" You're on your knees

"Open~" Your mouth falls open as you begin to pant eagerly

"Sleep, puppy~" These are the final words you have even the faintest memory of.

You're such a good student

You're such an obedient puppy

You're the perfect teacher's pet

#teacher x student #t4t nsft #t4t ns/fw #t4t puppy #wlw nsft #hypnosis #hypnosub #puppy sub #bd/sm puppy #hypno pet #hypno fantasy #mtf ns/fw #lesbian #hypnotized #hypnok1nk #queer nsft #minors dni #men dni

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What's your take on more and more people seemingly ID'ing as neurodivergent and openly talking about it on social media? Polyesterzine put out an article/podcast ep recently arguing that there are certain conversations being had which 'take away from the seriousness' of certain conditions and claims people are mostly 'incorrectly labelling their problems as health conditions'. Sure lots of people say ADHD, OCD, PTSD, etc incorrectly, conversationally but that's your usual misnomer/overexaggeragion. Feels like they're claiming this social media rhetoric is critically influencing people but idk if there's been evidence of that. At the same time feels like a "why are all the kids these days queer" argument (because people are just more open now). I'm also someone who is disabled and was misdiagnosed several times growing up by professional doctors/psychs/etc. so sometimes I see value in self diagnosis esp. for people who can't afford professional diagnosis. I also don't think my mental disabilities are 100% awful all the time and sometimes they make me more creative, passionate or thoughtful so it's weird seeing people say stuff along the lines of "well you can't have ADHD cause you're not seriously suffering enough!! Can't be 'neurospicy' cause it's fun and ND means bad""

i will not be stopped until 100% of the population identifies as autistic

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rowanwithaz · 16 hours

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The perfect end is near?

MHA 424 spoilers

Those new leaks were literally fucking perfect,like??? Not just for shipping (I'll get to that) but just for a conclusion of the series.

Simple ending?

(First of all,I personally wanted Hori to kinda send the kids back to school,y'know,to see how they'd be after the fact how this war really changed their mindsets,but to also give them so time to just be a class. Those kids deserve to be kids just for a little bit).

To me this just proves even more so how Hori loves and enjoys his characters,he loves the world he's built for them,I think he wants to explore this further,and all the power to him! I know we want stories that are mind blowing every step of the way,but that's just not realistic and that's not really fun.

Hori,in my opinion,has made a heartbreaking and inspiring story,but I appreciate that he can dile it back a notch. I appreciate stories that can just roll with the simplicity. I feel people have this negative connotation of simplicity,that simple is automatically bad,which isn't true in the slightest.

I am a big fan of deep and meaningful stories,but I think one of the deepest turns you can take is to simplicity. These kids have been fighting non-stop and have been experiencing tragedy after tragedy,I want to see them recover. I want to see them comfort one another.

Let's not forget Hori has given us plot twits,death,war,grief...so if MHA goes back to how it was in the beginning,by being a little more simple,then I'm in full support for that.

(Just making this argument before the dudebros start talking shit! As for Shigaraki and AFO's ending,and the war,I've already done a pretty long analysis for those two,so I kinda see no point in repeating something since my feelings on it haven't changed)

The gay ending???

ALRIGHT. Let's get to the shipping portion of this post.

(Izuku trying to reassure him is so fucking sweet,oh my fucking God, he's like, "Oh,Kacchan don't cry everything's okay :D" whilst trying not to cry himself,and Izuku being shocked to see him cry? Like,bitch,this man has cried to you like two times before this,but at the same time he's never openly sobbed I guess)

Guys,we're going to get the quirkless hand hold. GUYS,WE'RE GOING TO GET THE QUIRKLESS HAND HOLD.

And Katsuki being vulnerable with Izuku once again? Honestly this whole chapter hasn't been some dkbk/bkdk crumbs,it's been a full-course dinner.

Now let's get to the most important part...

THIS. This is so telling of the future in a sense.

Katsuki and Izuku being brought together by All Might's words once again,which Hori fucking HINTED at,

Something tells me he was super excited to do this whole scene. With All Might,once again,bringing these two together,it makes me think of Togachako,especially with Ochako at the end here.

If Ochako is the one holding her stomach at the end,then we can assume that's where Toga stabbed her and she's thinking of her,while dkbk/bkdk are having their moment. This is extremely important.

I've said Izuku is kinda like Togachako's All Might,and I stand by that. Throughout this series,Ochako has been growing to become a hero,her own hero. And,Izuku has been one of her biggest inspirations,so much so,she feel in love with him. But,as things change,and Izuku has grown away from her,she's grown away from him.

What I'm saying is: Ochako has fallen out of love with Izuku. I've said this a million times,but I cannot stress it enough. Izuku has brought Ochako and Toga together though,that's for sure.

I mean,if we really take a look at their recent romantic moments,who has Ochako been thinking of?

and the rooftop scene?

people please stop trying to make this about Izuku. This is about Ochako finally realizing what kind of hero she wants to be,and that's why she falls out of love with Izuku.

Ochako wanted to save the heroes (Izuku) but in the process she found out she wants to save the villains (Toga). This is her story of becoming a hero,and falling out of love with Izuku. Izuku brought them together,their shared feelings for him made them realize their feelings for each other. Sound familiar?

Izuku's and Katsuki's shared feelings for All Might caused their feelings for each other to bloom,then their conflicting ideals made it to where they couldn't be together. Sound familiar?

(And let's not forget they had two fights,each one of them.)

And,Katsuki said something this chapter that made me think: "Oh,Togachako vibes!"

Remember when Ochako says she wants to give Toga her blood for the rest of her life?

Or the lyrics in the mha season 2 ending theme about Izuku's feelings for Kacchan?

Dudes,these mfs just wanna be together.

Those are just some of my thoughts one the ending,dkbk/bkdk,Togachako,and all that. I'm super fucking excited for the rest of this series though!

(Let's cross our fingers for a Deku Vs Kacchan part 3 but it ends with them making out???)

#Mha #Bnha #Bnha 424 spoilers #Mha 424 spoilers #Bkdk #Dkbk #GreeNade #tgchk #chktg #bloodbubbles #dekucchan #katsudeku #togachako #ochatoga #deku x kacchan #toga x ochako

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h50europe · 2 days

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When one side of the fandom lies bleeding while the other one is thriving or how I learned about fandom wars the hard way

This is a message from someone whose beloved ship rests forever in the depths of the ocean.

We had high hopes. It looked like our ship was afloat and ready to explore the seven seas for three seasons. Then, the show got a new showrunner who was very homophobic, and from that point on, the show and our favorite ship went downhill. Even though I'd been in different fandoms for about fifteen years and should have known better, I let myself get caught up in an unprecedented fandom war. Those who favored the Het couple were attacking one half of our ship, not just his character but the actor. Don't think they don't know what's going on just because an actor isn't on social media. We knew some crew members and learned that everyone knew about this fandom war.

The whole thing escalated until the show's final episode, which came to a more than undignified end after ten years. Knowing what he was doing, the showrunner wrote an ending that damaged the show and destroyed our ship. It was bad. There were words like, "Now we're dancing on your grave," and much worse. I was mentally at the end of my rope at that point. Then, the sets were immediately dismantled after the last scene was shot. It's something that happens very rarely when a show reaches some cult status. Our ship didn't even do a joint farewell interview for the fans because the actors left the set quickly and never looked back.

Why am I telling you this? Because I've learned to observe things from a certain distance.

We are fans of the same show but have different priorities and ships. As a multi-shipper, it's easier, I'd say. But those who are running amok right now because their ship is staying in the harbor while another is sailing away with flying colors brings back extremely unpleasant memories to me. But the same goes for those who are just as happy about what's happening and are starting to lose their grip. Please take it from someone badly burned: This is not a competition. This is not me winning and you losing. It's deceptive to think you're on the winning side and make fun of others for it. The tide can turn. We don't know what the showrunner has in mind. We don't even know that season eight might not be the last. Take what we have right now and be thankful for it. Enjoy it while it lasts. But don't be tempted to point fingers and mock others or say, "Your ship will never be canon. Mine already is. Your ship is crap. Mine is better." Also, do not be fooled by the fact that the haters in the fandom are a small group of people who only appear to be many because of their vocality and because some are playing the old sock puppet account game again to make it look like they are many.

I can only tell you from experience that we should treat each other respectfully. Not every Buddie fan is an enemy. Unfortunately, I also see another phenomenon that is becoming more and more common. Fans barely dare to post anything for fear of the crazies in the fandom (which unfortunately exist on both sides). Fans who have nothing to do with a fandom war want to have fun. And if they have a ship, they just want to interact with like-minded people. Which - especially on X - seems to turn into a gauntlet. Because suddenly, Your Rudeness sneaks into the conversation and starts pissing on the timeline. For clowns like this, the block button still works. Getting involved in any discussion is pointless. I also had to pay dearly for this realization.

"Never wrestle with a pig because you'll both get dirty, and the pig likes it." - Positive energy is much more powerful than negative energy. If you stay positive, negativity can't touch you. Oh, and I've wrestled a lot of pigs. Other than excessive blood pressure, gastritis, and countless sleepless nights, it didn't do me any good.

Stop participating in dick-measuring contests. Stop bragging about your favorite ship and how the others are nothing but losers. Stop saying we won because we didn't. Again, this is not a contest. We are on equal footing, and we can all coexist in peace. There is plenty of room. For everyone, for every ship, for every fan. Oliver made a single statement for those unhappy with Buck's journey and his current travel companion. He dropped it for good. And I couldn't agree more with the message and how he did it.

Of course, we would like to see more of our ship. Of course, we want the actors to have a relationship storyline to sink their teeth into, and hopefully, we get to see some domestic stuff and some hot scenes. But so far, that is fanon and not canon. So far, there is usually more going on off-screen than we see. We can only hope that this will change. Those who call themselves open-minded and tolerant while going on a witch hunt should think twice about what those words mean, and they should live them and not just throw shallow phrases around.

My wish for the future of this fandom is that it becomes a safe place. Safe as in a h*te-free zone. A place where no one has to be afraid to speak their mind. And a place where you can express (constructive) criticism without getting a shitstorm. Peace out.

#bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #lou ferrigno jr.#oliver stark #buddie #tevan #kinley #kinkley #eddie diaz #rayn guzman #911 abc

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I saw your "when will it stop being October" post, and I have a confession to make. I feel guilty for "moving on" with my life. For carrying on, going to work, starting a relationship, laughing, having fun, all these things while our people are still held captive. I'm lucky enough to live in a relatively safe place in the US, and I haven't faced direct antisemitism towards myself (unless you count asshole anons on Tumblr). I sometimes feel the urge to traumatize myself by watching footage of October 7, just to feel something. I've never self-harmed before, and I don't plan to start, but what else would you call that?

I don't think you've moved on. Having that urge to retraumatize yourself, feeling bad about going on with life, that's not something someone who's "over it" would be experiencing. That's still trauma.

First of all, there shouldn't be guilt in joy. Joy is a mitzvah, and you deserve to take care of yourself and be happy. You should be proud that you are able to live a joyful life right now. So much of what Hamas and their fan club is doing is psychological warfare. They want us to be constantly miserable. They want us to constantly be hurting.

It's why I make the occasional "share some Jewish Joy" post. Jewish Joy, or any joy at this point, is resistance.

From what you've written, you're still in October, at least sometimes. Yes, you've been able to move on with your life, but carrying the guilt you describe means you are still carrying October with you. You're healing, but it doesn't actually seem like you're healed.

October 7th was traumatizing. We're all still trying to recover at our own pace. But there shouldn't be guilt in joy and healing.

There should be pride in those things, because healing and being happy are the biggest "fuck you" towards those who wish to harm us. We carry on, we live, we bring light into the world, we thrive. Just as we've always done, we continue to do now.

Instead of feeling guilty for healing, feel proud, and allow yourself to heal.

#jumblr #antisemitism

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I’m going to one of your concerts this summer and I had a question on the sort of expectations for audience participation. As well you know, you have a very poetic, almost spoken word style for a good deal of your songs. Typically an audience member is allowed to and expected to sing along. However for some of your songs, the idea of doing so feels jarring. Is there any clear denotation of what songs we’re expected to sing along to and what songs we aren’t?

I ask because I would like to go to your show and sing along and have a fun time together with other fans, but I also don’t want to disrupt the experience for anyone else.

To use a specific example, I imagine that audience participation for the first half of apple os not the expectation.

Thank you for your time Mx. Cookbook

oh wow! this is such a question

first things first, singing along to the sung bits is amazing and please join in if you feel comfortable!

the first time i played a show and people spoke along with me, i was totally disoriented by it and had to stop. i said something like "oh boy, this is had never happened before! it's so disorienting!" kinda in the hope that people would stop, but they just woooo'd me and kept doing it

i'm mostly glad they didn't stop because after a while i got used to it and it didn't put me off so much. however, i have some observations - first, i think it's usually impossible to recite my spoken pieces along with me in any kind of unison. i change lines on the fly, i change my delivery, i add or remove pauses that make the live performance different from the recorded performance. it's impossible for me to replicate most of recorded spoken pieces line for line live. this means people tend to get confused and lost sometimes, and i worry that that stresses people out trying to recite along with me and i worry it affects the enjoyment of the people who aren't reciting along with me but can hear this hubbub of different versions of the piece around them

i also know some people hate going to see a show and hearing other people in the audience sing along, and i think (depending on the environment) those people have to either stay home or suck it up. i would never want people to not sing along. speaking along though, i just don't know if it's an issue for people. i'd love to find out. poll time!

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When doing household chores:

Heart handles dishes, but he has to plug his nose if he puts it off or if anyone ate something particularly pungent since his sense of smell is the most sensitive. He always wears gloves because the water makes his hands itch. He is also in charge of organizing the kitchen, and the gang always warns him if something's container shape/size/material changes so he can still put it in the right spot and identify it. He's generally good at doing chores on time, but when he feels low, Mind or Soul will prod or help him.

Mind handles maintaining the bathroom, to the point it's usually spotless, but he wears a gd hazmat suit for anything that smells even mildly bad because he doesn't want the smell getting into his fans and making /him/ smell bad. Heart and Soul poke fun at him for it, but Heart in particular is very grateful for it since Mind could easily just stop smelling it, and so it's in large part for their comfort. He also wears very well-fitted gloves that go past his elbows if he's handling water because he worries about getting wet and damaging his circuits

Soul keeps the general living area clean and, with Heart or Mind's instruction, can help clean their rooms if they're having trouble (although both are rather excellent at keeping their rooms clean bc blindness makes tripping and finding misplaced objects a bitch and Mind is... Mind. They sometimes let them slide a bit when Soul feels unhelpful though). He tries to do small things like putting the furniture exactly where it usually goes if it's slid around a bit or make sure there's lots of coasters anywhere they might be needed to make things easier on Heart and Mind, bc he feels bad that his job is the least intensive, even though the others volunteered for their tasks. He also tends to ignore the "generally manage your own laundry" rule to help the others with theirs, and he's very good about using the correct products based on their preferences. When he's more tired than guilt-ridden, Heart and Mind will work very hard not to fight and try to help Soul.

Mind also cleans the weapons because one time he held Soul's trident and realized it was dirty and lectured Soul about intimidation working better with a clean weapon and then made the thing pristine. Heart got a lecture about "of course you missed with your gun in this state," too. Despite the lectures, he does genuinely enjoy it, and it eases the bad memories he has surrounding the trident and gun, so Heart and Soul don't try to stop him.

Cooking is a joint duty because Heart doesn't know braille (a lot of blind people don't!) but he's pretty good at following recipes. Mind generally reads the recipes and Soul does sous chef stuff (he's not allowed to use the stove, he will burn the house down). If onions are involved, Mind wears his gloves and chops them, because the fumes make Soul sleepy and he hates it (they make me sleepy and it drives me insane, so he gets that too). Blindfold and machine make onions pretty ineffective with Heart and Mind though.

Headcanon #584

#chonny jash #submission #cj mind #cj heart #cj soul #chonnys charming chaos compendium

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Recently there was a child murder case here in Finland, where a young man who had been previously interrogated by police for posting sexual murder fantasies on a popular forum (And then got away because he seepishly admitted it was just an edgy joke) raped and killed a girl. He was arrested just two days ago so this is very fresh.

The discussion has once again shifted to "We need to care more about men's mental health!"

Even though the man in question never showed any signs of mental illness? Not, if the police saw nothing threatening about the forum posts he had been caught writing. Clearly it didn't take a mystery mental illness to make him write about how the thought of strangling women makes him aroused. Hell how can you attribute that to mental illness when strangulation is such a popular and accepted "normal sex thing" these days? I even posted my own translation of a news article here recently, where a young Finnish woman detailed how she had been in multiple sexual encounters with men who had suddenly started strangling her, all who were entirely normal average men.

Any feminist take on the issue gets made fun of.

When feminists have raised their voices about this incident men have literally answered with "Well if you stopped yelling at us and approached us nicely, maybe we would change". "When you call us bad people it just makes us want to listen to you less, I don't want to listen to you when you yell about how bad men are".

The single most enraging take I've seen on the incident is that it's actually OFFENSIVE TO MEN that people are concerned for this literal murderer rapist's mental health. I've seen men literally claim that people's anger at this is proof that we live in a "gynocentric society" because "Well you only care about it now that a GIRL has died, maybe he wouldn't have had to kill her if you cared about him earlier! This is female privilege!"

... Every time I begin wondering about my feminist stances again, something like this happens all over again. Something happens all over again and I just begin to hate men even more.

#radfem #radblr #radical feminism

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Hi! I've been reading off and on and I loved puzzle pieces and I'm excited for Overtime! I do have a ask if you have the time.

The reader is a spider person and has a couple friends and is good at her job in alxmex. (I don't think I spelled that right forgive me.) but when she reports or gets missions from Miguel she clams up and doesn't really talk much just stoic and shy (definitely trying to fight the crush and just staring at him.) and he notices how different it is from the watch footage and what everyone says about reader. Layla figures out she has a crush and tells Miguel. Plot twist though the reader stays late practicing web moves in the gym and goes to the locker room/showers to rense off and change and there's Miguel waiting for her after his shower cause it's Miguel he likes to make people squirm. (I assume the gym locker room/shower there is unisex for reasons only for the plot 👀) So Miguel's there in just towel looking at the reader, and the virgin reader (cause of course she is.) is trying to be polite and not look at him and then chaos can reupt.

The idea popped into my head and I really enjoy your writing so I think it would be really fun to see how you interpret it. In my head I definitely see him going "you can look you know?" And the reader is just refusing and maybe he has to make her. I'll let you decide that lol. Anyway I really love your writing and I hope when you get this you have a good rest of your day or it gets better! 😊

Haha, the plot armor is STRONG with this one! Also, thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my series~

Warning: MINORS DNI, some smut, mentioned of sex, teasing, touch-starved Miguel

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What would it take for your eyes to gaze only at him?

Despite what everyone believes about you, Miguel could only see one side. The shy and quiet you that could barely stutter a word whenever the two of you were alone. Your gaze always avoiding his, but yet, always stares whenever you thought Miguel wasn't looking.

So what would it take for you to open to up him?

This all started with you. Miguel knew that you were always a good worker. Everyone loved you and always praised you, but you always gave Miguel the cold shoulder. At least that was what he thought at first.

Miguel remembered it like it was yesterday. You had done a mission for him and there was barely anyone at the Spider Society. You were so quiet and embarrassed that you stumbled and fell against Miguel when delivering your report.

Your hands against his chest. That sweet voice of yours apologizing profusely as those glowing orbs of yours stared into his. It felt like an eternity. Miguel almost didn't want to let you go. He had wanted you to keep touching him.

It had been weeks since that encounter, and Miguel could only get a brush of your hand ever now and then.

So, what would it take for you to touch him again?

It was getting to the point where Miguel was becoming obsessive. He had started to watch videos of you from your home world. Watching your every lively moment. You weren't quiet to others. Miguel just wanted more of you.

"Ohoho, I think I found something interesting for our little Spider creep."

"Stop calling me that, Lyla." Miguel hissed towards his AI, "What did you find?"

Lyla withheld a snicker as she pulled a video up.

"Sooooo, (Y/N), when are you joining the dating pool?" One of your friends from your world asked.

"Ah-I'm not sure," You said with a light laugh, "There is this one guy I work with...He's kind of my boss, but he is so amazing. You're going to laugh, but I clamp up and can't say a word to him!"

"Liar. You never shut up!"

"My heart just keeps racing whenever I see him! He's so handsome and perfect. I just don't think I'm good enough for someone like him."

"What's his name and how long have you liked him?"

"Miguel and call it cheesy, but it was totally love at first sight. I can't even begin to describe my dreams~"

Miguel felt flustered as he immediately turned the video off. So that was why you kept avoiding him. Unable to hide his smile, Miguel knew that it was going to be much more fun from now on. Hopefully his teasing will get you to open up more.

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With a heavy sigh, you scurried your way inside the Spider Society. It had been a long day of both work and crime fighting. Alchemax had you up to your head with paper work, then of course your Rhino decided to cause some havoc in the city.

You were due to a nice shower.

Hearing the alarm go off, you let out another sigh as you accepted the anomaly request on your watch. You entered the different world and nearly gasped as Miguel swung over you. Your face turning bright red as you got a good look at his ass.

Unsure if you should stay or not, you panicked. What if you messed up in front of Miguel?

Deciding to stay, you hurried to Miguel's side. This time the anomaly was a Doc Ock. You scrunched your face up as this Doc Ock used mud like attacks.

"Watch out, (Y/N)!" Miguel called out.

You felt your spider senses tingle as you went to dodge an attack. Before you could move, you felt yourself being pulled. Gasping sharply, you landed in Miguel's arms as you pulled you to safety. His grip tight around your waist.

"You take him from behind, I'll go front." Miguel said.

"A-"

You squeaked in response, unable to say anything. Instead, you followed his lead, trying to forget about his arm around you.

You knew you were going to sleep good tonight.

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Miguel had his eyes on you during the whole fight. He wanted to touch you more. Using the fight as an excuse, Miguel kept grabbing your arm, pulling against your waist and even bumping into you. Any kind of touch was what he needed.

Once the Doc Ock was captured, Miguel had you follow him back to the Spider Society. By this time nearly everyone was getting ready to go home.

"Ugh, I need a shower," You whispered, "Um....M-Miguel...G-Give me like....twenty....twenty minutes....p-please?"

God. You sounded so sweet. Miguel knew he was handsome, but to make such a outgoing person like you stutter and freeze was new. Hell, it started to turn him on.

"Sure,"

At this rate, Miguel needed to be the one to make the first move. These little touches here and there weren't going to get you out of your shell. Having an idea of where you were going, Miguel just chuckled as he decided to have some fun.

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A shower was definitely what you needed. Washing off the sweat, stress and mud from the way was so refreshing. Letting the water run down your body, you started to recall how Miguel kept touching you during the fight.

This was the most he had ever made contact with you. It was so hot and addicting. Knowing that the place was empty, you decided to give in to your small urges.

Letting your hands roam, you leaned against the shower wall and started to think of Miguel. The way his hands felt against your body. If only they could touch you elsewhere. His deep, charming voice whispering dirty things in your ear.

"Mhm~"

Imagining Miguel finally kissing you. His fingers making a mess of your sex while you cry and beg. How wonderful would that be?

"Sounds like someone needed to destress."

You gasped, recognizing the voice to be Miguel's. Your face was probably a million shades of red as you bend down and tried to hide inside the shower. Though, there really wasn't any use since he knew you were in here now.

"(Y/N)?" Miguel hummed lowly, "It's okay to show your face."

"B-But..." You covered your face, feeling embarrassed, "Sorry,"

"For what?"

Hearing the curtain open, you squeaked and looked up at Miguel. His lower half in a loose towel as he looked down at you with what seemed like a seductive grin.

"How cute. All wrapped up?" Miguel chuckled lowly.

This was the most you've ever had a conversation with him. Registering that you were naked, you tried to close the curtain again, but Miguel stopped you. He bend down to your level, his towel falling off, causing you to look away.

"Don't be shy, (Y/N), you can look."

Your mind was racing a mile a minute. Unable to refuse such a offer, you slowly turned your head to face Miguel. Your whole body had probably turned red from embarrassment as you tried to hide. How could Miguel say something to tempting?

"You're cute," Miguel chuckled as he grabbed your chin, making you look at him, "I like you, (Y/N). I like you a lot."

"Huh?"

Your eyes widen to Miguel's confession. Trying to stutter the words out, you decided to take the leap. Leaning forward, you pecked Miguel's lips to respond to him.

That was a great mistake.

Miguel pinned you against the wall, his lips all over yours. Your body resting against his hips as his hands roamed your body. You weren't sure where to touch him, so you kept your hands around his neck. His tongue ravishing your mouth in the meantime.

Your body arched slightly as you felt his dick poking against your entrance. You wanted to say that this was moving too fast, but at the same time....You wanted him to fuck you.

Stroking your hands against his chest, you felt Miguel groan. He broke the kiss, watching you pant for air.

"Don't stop touching me, (Y/N). I want to see the side of you that everyone else sees."

"Mhm," You still felt shy towards his words, "T-This....This is the side I...I will only show you..."

"Even better," Miguel said with a grin as he captured your lips again.

You whimpered into the kiss, enjoying every second of it. His hands reaching your breasts, giving them a squeeze while he moved his hips to rub his dick against your cunt. You were feeling hot and wet, ready for this to escalate.

"Thank god the showers are still open. MJ and I had a fight so I'm sleeping here tonight." One of the Peters said as they entered the shower room.

Miguel was quick to shut the curtain, covering your mouth with his, wanting to keep you quiet.

"I wish I got into a fight. I got kicked out of my apartment because I couldn't' pay rent in time. I gotta crash here until I get a new place."

Wrapping your arms around Miguel's neck, you gently tugged against his hair to have him stop. Miguel pulled away, smirking down at you. He leaned towards you, nibbling against your ear,

"You really shouldn't have done that," He whispered, "We'll going to continue this in my office."

You rolled your lips inward as you just nodded. Miguel still held onto you, wanting to make sure you knew how hard he was. Covering your face against his chest, you tried your best to hide your smile.

This was the best day ever.

And the fun hadn't even started yet.

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