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Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Part II, Part III

Word count: 5,546

Warnings: A little angsty, I guess? And ofc Reader having a crush on Billy's mom not knowing if it's reciprocated.

A/N: This is inspired in Halsey's music video "Colors", if you have watched it, you can see where this is gonna go...

A/N: For plot purposes, let’s suppose Infinity War and subsequent events never happened, and instead, after the Civil War, Wanda decided to quit her life as a superhero.

Wanda Maximoff hired you, a photographer who urgently needed a fresh start, to capture the dishes that would be featured in her second cookbook. Her son, Billy Maximoff, interfered with what you two could have developed. He had feelings for you, and well, you had feelings for his mother.

According to Forbes (2023), Wanda Maximoff secured the third position among the wealthiest chefs worldwide. She is a living proof that we are all capable of rewriting our own story, even after a lifetime shaped by external influences.

Simone Carlisle (Culinary Arts Teacher): Ah, Wanda Maximoff… (pauses) let me tell you, no one prepares you for that feeling, where you find out that you contributed your seed to the plants of successes that one of your students planted in the garden of her life.

Wanda Maximoff (Chef, restaurant chain owner, and television presenter): For as long as I can remember, my decisions were a cycle of revenge and redemption... don't get me wrong, I don't regret beating the shit out of some idiots (laughs), but, with the busy life I led, the only moment I could pause my life was while I was hiding in Scotland with my ex-boyfriend Vision. I had no one expecting anything from me, no one telling me what to do, where to go, it was like a puppy without an owner.

Vision (Avenger, Wanda Maximoff’s ex-partner): Dear, was it a journey. First, I remember that she watched YouTube videos to learn guitar. As soon as she woke up, she grabbed the instrument, and she wasn't satisfied until her fingers got numb. In a very short time, she caught the hang of it, and played for the first time in a small bar. No one knew who she was, and if they did, they probably didn't care. She was just a talented player keeping them entertained. Afterwards, band members fought over who would give her their contact first to join them. I thought that would be the beginning of a very successful music career, because from what I've read, international artists started that way.

Wanda Maximoff: I said, “Vision, I’m never doing this again”.

Vision: She kept practicing, playing in the solitude of her room, of course. It was a hobby-kind-of-passion, not the type of passion she would like to dedicate most of her life to. She went through many of those to realize that her main passion was under her nose all along.

Wanda Maximoff: The courage to join in culinary classes arose from desperation (chuckles), I used to prepare recipes at home, and I needed someone else's approval… it couldn't come from someone who didn't even eat in the first place! And so the beginning of my trayectory was paved by this amazing teacher, Simone Carlisle.

Simone Carlisle: The shy girl who during the intensive course kept her head down, sitting on the back corner, nervously playing with her rings while ignoring whispers and glances from other students, is now in a big framed picture, placed in the most visible spot so that everyone who enters my academy knows that I taught this legend. She made my small business a huge deal now (laughs).

Wanda Maximoff: I never imagined that I would have my own cookbook, television program, or chain of restaurants, let alone all three at the same time! At first, I was content with cooking in a restaurant and earning a decent living, but later, I thought about the possibility of creating a YouTube channel, which subsequently permitted me to finance the publication of my book. Building on the success of my book, the opportunity of my show emerged, which in turn allowed me to open my first restaurant, and ultimately expand it into a chain of restaurants. What I want to convey is that you must trust that the love for what you do is a powerful tool. Success is subjective, so pursue your own concept of it.

Amy Lee (Evanescence’s lead singer and songwriter): It was a hard day of work. I didn’t feel like cooking but I was looking for the homiest, most comforting food possible, and Wanda Maximoff made it a reality with her restaurant located just a few blocks near me. I told my bandmate, Emma, about this amazing food restaurant, she replied, "Oh, the owner has a YouTube channel and a show, you should watch it so that you don't overcook the spaghetti" (laughs). It has been a great help to me ever since, for those are creative but accessible recipes. Plus, it’s a nice touch that she uses her magic to manipulate ingredients and utensils, while making you laugh with her witty jokes. The best way to put it is; she makes you feel like it's a close and sweet friend who is teaching you. Her human and warm approach felt and still feels like a pat on the back.

Wanda Maximoff: My favorite singer since adolescence, Amy Lee, has said something about me that fills me with happiness every time I remember it. She helped me cope, I helped her cook. We're even now.

Vision: You see, Wanda's powers went from being a source of fear in the world to being the main reason why said fear stopped as well. An impressive understanding in her abilities, still doesn't make her an expert, as she can't prevent unexpected situations.

Wanda Maximoff: I was six months pregnant. In the blink of an eye… literally.

The latest legacy of the Maximoff family, twins Billy and Tommy, were effortlessly admitted to the New York University. The dean was left speechless, for their admission exam grades exceeded expectations.

Tony Stark (Avenger, Stark Industries): With Wanda, our initial connection was through business, the Avengers, you know? It wasn't until she asked me if I could offer her kids an internship at Stark Industries that we developed a closer bond, and man, were those kids geniuses!

Wanda Maximoff: Those kids... one day, they'll outgrow me (laughs). They were so eager to rush through life stages, and I thought, "You don't realize I would give everything to relive those joyful years," but I know better than to project my own frustrations on my sons.

Virginia "Pepper" Potts (Stark Industries): One day, I said goodbye to two fourteen-year-old boys. The next day, Happy informed me that some tall adults with raspy voices, claiming to be Billy and Tommy, wanted to come in. I immediately phoned Wanda, and she casually responded, "Oh, yeah, they can do that," as if maturing into college students overnight was a typical Tuesday occurrence for any teenager.

Thomas Maximoff, (Student at New York University, son of Wanda Maximoff): What can I say? (chuckles) school didn't present any intellectual challenges for us, and, yes, they do admit child prodigies for... PhDs even! But, we wanted to blend in, to share the same age as our classmates.

Wanda Maximoff: I always considered it a priority to spend time with my boys, so I put a lot of my work on hold, including my second cookbook project. Now that they're focusing on college and their internship, I've had too much time, and by that I mean too much time to finish that unfinished work.

Wanda Maximoff had completed her second cookbook, in response to numerous requests from her loyal fans. Another book that promised to aid all those who seeked a different, quick, and above all, delicious meal at any time of the day. There was no doubt that it would become a global bestseller, just like her previous one.

All that was left were the illustrative photographs for the book, and the studio where you worked at was in charge of this task.

You meticulously made the first dish she cooked appear as exquisite as in real life. You employed several tools like lighting, background elements, and cutlery placement, but you never altered the food in any way, it didn't even cross your mind to do so. This didn't sit well with your boss, but it certainly pleased the redhead.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) (Photographer): I remember my boss suggested that I add components to the food to make it look more appealing. I responded that that was the equivalent of encouraging unattainable stereotypes of beauty... in food (chuckles).

Wanda Maximoff: By offering unrealistic references, people would be discouraged to notice that their result was not the same as mine, not knowing that those references have hours of strategy to make it look 'aesthetic'. I prefer to show it as it is (pauses) I think that's why I liked this girl, I didn't have to say a word and she understood everything.

Your boss was the typical man who didn't let newcomers like you progress. Although you had been working in the studio for about six months, he never allowed you to touch a camera, which was contradictory because that was the job you applied for.

You did the work he didn't want to do, like transporting, positioning and removing the equipment, and setting up the scenery. That idiot just did the angles and clicked the top right button, and then took all the credit and praise. It annoyed you, yes, but unlike him, you didn't need praise from anyone to fill your ego, you just wanted to be acknowledged for your own efforts and not to be another person’s side kick.

In the meantime, it was enough satisfaction to know that none of the praise he gets would be possible without you, and he knew it…

… and Wanda knew it.

"What do you think, Miss Maximoff?" Your boss showed Wanda the array of photographs he took of the latest dish. He proudly displayed them, awaiting for a compliment from the redhead.

"Wow, (Y/N), placing the sautéed potatoes in a separate bowl instead of alongside the food within the same dish... you were right, it gives them their own protagonism and importance as a side dish," was the first thing she said, eliciting a small blush from you. "Great work!"

"Thank you, Miss Maximoff," after hearing her words, you experimented a feeling that was somewhat unfamiliar to you. It made you feel visible, truly seen and acknowledged in a workplace that often overlooked such things. And the fact that it came from her, made it all even more so profound.

"It's just Wanda," she corrected you, as if her previous actions weren't enough, she gave you the green light to address her in a more intimate manner. Along with that, your boss was already frustrated enough at not being the center of attention for two and a half hours. It was all a dream!

"(Y/N), we're done here, remove the equipment and take it to my car. I'll be waiting for you for just five minutes," your boss ordered you. Not even a ‘please’, nothing. In his gaze was evident that desperate attempt to look intimidating, which only made him look like a tantruming child. However, when his gaze turned to the older woman, he held an incredible admiration and appreciation, almost as if they were two different people in the same body. "Miss Maximoff, it was a pleasure working with you, truly an honor. We could continue next week...”

"Do you have equipment of your own, (Y/N)?" She interrupted him in mid-sentence, and you hesitated briefly.

"Uh... yes, of course, Miss... I mean, Wanda," you replied.

You worked as a freelance photographer in your spare time, capturing people or events here and there. It was something relatively stable, but it could not be your main income, so you felt the need to work on a studio.

"Perfect... I'll be contacting only you so we can work on the rest of the illustrations for the book," she stated.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N): I couldn't believe what I heard! The first thing I did was begging to whatever force there is that this wasn't a dream. It was overwhelming, the feeling of fear and ecstasy… Wanda wanted ME to work with her.

She recognized something in you within three and a half hours that others failed to see in six months. This was it. This was the big break you had been waiting for, the opportunity to show your skills and make your mark.

That being said, you never saw your boss, or stepped foot in that studio after that.

In the days that followed, you poured your heart and soul into preparing for the upcoming shoots.

You studied Wanda's previous cookbooks, familiarizing yourself with her style, her preferences. You even watched her program and her interviews, initially with the excuse of seeing those mesmerizing eyes and delighting yourself with her beauty, but you actually learned a lot of cooking techniques that you were excited to cook when it was such an annoying task for you to do.

When the day of the shoot finally arrived, you were ready. You set up your equipment with a confidence you had never felt before. You positioned the reflectors so that the natural light would bounce where you needed it, and set the scene to make the food appealing and motivating. Wanda watched you work, her eyes filled with admiration and respect.

You smiled at her as you turned on your camera, “So, what do you do with all this food after I photograph it?” You questioned curiously.

"I pack it, multiply it with my powers, and give it to the homeless," she explained. "It's something I often do, in fact, but I prefer to keep good deeds a secret, and not brag about it," she added. “I would appreciate it if you don’t say anything.”

"I figured that about you," you smiled sympathetically.

"You figured?"

“You have always used your skills to help," you elaborated, and noticed she slightly scrunched her nose, as a way of disagreeing. "Yes, even when you were working for Hydra, Tony Stark was destroying territories left and right, and you were seeking justice, doing what you felt was right," you added, noticing how her face showed an expression of realization. "And now, you focus on helping people who struggle with thinking of a simple but good meal in the midst of a hectic routine, and not so much on showing off how good you are at cooking exotic dishes. So yes, I assumed you would also help those who can't even afford a meal, too.”

Wanda's gaze was lost in the white marble of her kitchen floor, and you knew you gave her a new perspective on the wrongs she had done in her past. She meant well all along, and ultimately, that's what mattered. She was a great person in the present, and that's what mattered.

"So, you're the photographer in question," a tall, curly-haired guy stepped into the kitchen doorway, interrupting the train of thought of the woman in front of you.

You laughed at the expression on her face as reality hit her again.

"Oh, yes. Sweetheart, this is (Y/N)," she introduced you to who you already knew was her son. "And (Y/N), this is my son Billy."

"Nice to meet you, Billy," you replied, approaching him to offer your hand to shake.

"The pleasure is all mine," he emphasized the last words, as he accepted your hand. "My mom didn't mention that you were so beautiful."

Wanda cleared her throat, and proceeded to look at him with surprise in her eyes. In a I-can’t-believe-you-said-that way.

You couldn't help but laugh again at how expressive she was without noticing it.

But in their perspective, from how you looked the other direction and chuckled softly, you seemed to snicker at Billy's flattery, which couldn't be further from the truth. He was corny and predictable, but most importantly, he was not Wanda Maximoff.

"Oh, forgive him, he still doesn't know how to control those sky-high hormones," Wanda said, grabbing Billy's shoulders from behind to guide him out of the kitchen.

You noticed that she was already shorter than her son by a few centimetres. This was nostalgic for any mother, but how must Wanda have felt watching it happen overnight? You were curious.

"No problem," you replied, and headed for the counter to begin photographing.

Billy entered the kitchen again, standing next to you, but not close enough to invade your space, which you thanked internally.

"Do you mind if I watch you work, (Y/N)?" Billy requested, and you smiled politely.

"Billy! Don't you have an internship to go to?" Wanda interfered before you could answer.

"Pepper and Tony organized a party at the tower," he replied victoriously.

"College homework?"

"Piece of cake. I finished it an hour ago."

“How about you enjoy your free time and go bowling with your brother?”

“He’s busy playing Fortnite online,” he shrugged.

Wanda rolled her eyes, "Behave yourself. That's the only condition."

"It's okay, Wanda," you reassured her. Each stage in a child's life is gradual, and parents usually have many years to learn about what each stage entails. It was understandable that Wanda didn't know what to do now that her children were suddenly old enough to drink and get into adult trouble.

"So, (Y/N), how long ago did you start this whole photography gig?" The taller guy spoke up, once you took your first picture.

"I've been doing it since I was thirteen," you replied, still capturing the image in before you at different angles. "Dedicating myself to this? As soon as I turned eighteen. I had a decent portfolio."

"I don't doubt it," he agreed.

You gave him a slight thankful smile, and walked over to Wanda, who was setting up the second dish to be photographed.

"What do you think?"You asked her, and it wasn't until she turned to look at the camera that you noticed that this is the closest you've ever been to her. You could smell her fragrance and hear her breathing. Your mind was screaming at you to move away, for you had no right to display such trust yet, on the contrary, your body needed to be as close as possible... to feel her.

You had never touched her, not even when she greeted you this afternoon. She simply opened her door and let you enter.

"Excellent. The blueberries next to the gluten-free blueberry pancakes are wet,” she commented. “Did you do it to provide a sense of freshness?" She inquired, looking into your eyes this time, and... the charm of her green eyes was incomparable.

Throughout life, you've seen different shades of green, but hers were unique. They seemed to have a whole story to tell, as if she gave them that power. Her eyes glowed with an emerald hue that mesmerized anyone who met her gaze, and you were no exception.

“Exactly, that’s what I did,” you confirmed, and you felt your cheeks burning, which you immediately hid by looking down and walking back to the counter.

The only interactions you had with Wanda were to get her to approve your photographs, since her son didn’t allow you both a second to talk. He didn’t cease to ask you all sorts of questions, and to keep the conversation going, you responded with brief 'and you?'s so that he still felt heard and had the space to reveal details about himself.

It was all natural for you. Your work was also based on creating a liveliness in the environment where you performed, plus you got more genuine reactions from people if you made them laugh and feel comfortable. However, you always ended up talking with whoever was willing to, even if you were not there to capture them.

In fact, you were enjoying the conversation with such a charismatic guy. At first, it felt overwhelming, but just by letting the topics flow, you ended up laughing and feeling more at ease with him. In any case, you would be meeting him more than once in the eight weeks that remained before the project was completed.

Once you had finished photographing the ten dishes for the week, you turned off your camera and put it back in its case.

You were too happy with the results. This was all done by you alone, and you would be recognized for it. Never again would your boss's name appear under the pictures that were all your doing. The moment Wanda sends your photographs to the publisher, your name would appear in the book credits, and so a new story would begin.

And Wanda... oh, Wanda made it so clear that she loved your work, and paid so much attention to detail. Not only did she praise you, but she made it a point to let you know that she had indeed noticed the details that to the average eye would go unnoticed. You didn't know if you were really developing a crush, or if it was just the fact that she was an older woman that satisfied that need for attention that you rarely got... or it could be both.

When you were working on your own, you didn't feel exhausted and drained despite the long working hours, unlike when you were in the studio. You were very grateful that Wanda had given you another opportunity like that, and you were confident that it could become a regular thing.

"Wow, seeing all these dishes without having eaten lunch has really made me hungry," you laughed, proceeding to remove the reflectors from the kitchen’s window. The sky was still clear. You started at a perfect timing to take advantage of natural light.

"You haven't eaten? Look at the time! I thought you had eaten before you came!" She exclaimed. The redhead actually looked concerned. "Do you have any idea of the damage you're doing to your body? You need energy for this kind of work."

"Hey, I wanted to make a joke and you ruined it with your lecture," you protested.

Wanda sighed, and shook her head disapprovingly, which made your heart crumble a little.

“I… I’ll get some food on the way home,” you corrected yourself.

"How about you stay for dinner? I was going to make it, Tommy won't be long before he comes back to the real world and notices he's hungry," she offered kindly.

"Oh! Or I can take you out for dinner somewhere nice!" Billy proposed, smiling at you with anticipation.

To be brutally honest, you wanted to throw yourself at him and choke him so no other words would come out of his mouth. You knew Billy was just a guy with a silly crush, excited to show you how interested he was in you. He wasn't trying to do any harm. But, hell, wasn't it enough for him to be the center of your attention all afternoon?

"I'm really looking forward to trying something made by your mom," you declined in the politest way possible. "Many people would kill for that honor!"

Wanda let out a laugh, and her expression also seemed to change as she heard your decision to stay.

But, oh, Billy, Billy, Billy... as persevering as his mother.

"Awww! Next week she'll cook you something, right mom?" he insisted, and even though the redhead tried hard to keep her smile, her eyes changed.

"Sure, I'll cook whatever you want," Wanda sighed. "Go with Billy, and continue your conversation... alone," the way she said that last word was as if she had felt like the third wheel all afternoon, as if she was a hindrance to whatever was starting between you and Billy.

"You owe me," you said to Wanda, letting her know implicitly that you were looking forward to your meeting next week, not this dinner with Billy.

Billy led you to the garage of his house, and opened the passenger door of a black car. You thanked him politely and got in, allowing him to close the door for you. The car was completely spotless, and had a new car smell, but not because it was new, maybe because that was the fragrance he asked for at the car wash. For yours, you always opted for lavender… which made you wonder, what fragance did Wanda like for her car?

"Any preferences?" Billy asked once he hoped in the driver’s seat, pointing towards the car radio. It was noticeable he was doing his best to make this comfortable for you.

"A little bit of everything, how about rock like... Evanescence?" you proposed.

"Ah, my mom loves them," he commented, and your eyes lit up at that statement.

"You're kidding..."

"Yeah, since her teenage years," he confirmed. "Evanescence, In This Moment, Epica, Lacuna Coil..." he listed, trying to remember them all.

You made a mental note to put on that music on your next meeting with Wanda. It wouldn't be hard, as you loved all the bands he mentioned, which was wonderful.

You couldn't wait to show her the latest bands, ask her her favorite songs, and have a topic of conversation that would allow you to bound...

"So, ready?" he spoke, noticing that you were lost in thought.

"Yeah, sure," you nodded, putting on your seatbelt.

The dinner was... better than you expected. In fact, it was amazing.

You didn't really have anything in common with Billy, but the way you both listened to each other, and always found a middle ground despite going your separate ways, made the experience with him extremely pleasant.

The only difference was that, as you each went home, he thought about seeing you again, and you thought about seeing his mother again.

And so, after a week, you found yourself in front of the door of Wanda's house, with your camera hanging from your neck, your equipment already waiting on the pavement next to your parked car, and as a bonus, a speaker you brought along to play music while you worked.

Alone, at last...

When the door opened, you found the redhead wearing a casual outfit consisting of dark blue jeans and a black half-tucked in blouse. Oh, and her face, how you missed that face.

"Hey..." You greeted her, with palpable enthusiasm.

"Hi," she replied, and noticed the speaker in your hand, arching her eyebrow. "I found out last week that you and I have a lot of bands in common."

Wanda let out a gasp of surprise, "Oh, please do come in!"

You laughed briefly, and as you were about to enter your equipment to take it towards the kitchen, Wanda snapped her fingers, and it disappeared.

"Wanda, what the hell?" You exclaimed, looking at her with your widened eyes, had she just disappeared all your belongings?

"Relax, they're in the kitchen."

"That skill of yours would’ve come in handy last week too," you commented, walking into her house.

"It was fun watching you run in and out," she shrugged. "But today you earned it, because of the music."

"I see, I have to earn it?!" You exclaimed, feigning indignation. Really, she could have pulverized your expensive equipment in front of you, and you'd still thank her.

Once both of you entered the kitchen, your reflectors were already in the same position as always. And on the other side, the ten dishes were already hot and ready to be photographed.

"And what would I possibly have to do next week to earn that help from you?" you asked, resuming the topic you had discussed earlier.

"Mmmm..." she muttered, in a way that almost made you weak in the knees. She watched you from head to toe making you feel exposed to her as if she had ripped your clothes to shreds and left you standing there, naked and at her mercy. But you were still completely covered. "... I think you've earned it,” your reaction alone was enough reward to her.

“Thanks, I guess,” you cleared your throat.

You picked up the speaker, and turned it on, placing it in a place in the kitchen where it would not interfere. Your hands were shaking, and you could have sworn that Wanda was watching you with amusement, while you avoided her gaze at all costs.

You grabbed your phone, and played the playlist you had prepared for this moment. "A Star-Crossed Wasteland" by In This Moment was the first to come on.

"Oh, I love that song like you have no idea," Wanda exclaimed, closing her eyes and frowning as she passionately listened to that intro. "That album, in general..."

"It's in my top three," you commented.

"Hell yeah! Now we're talking!" She exclaimed, raising her hand offering you a high-five.

"I'm not that old school," you shook your head, chuckling.

Wanda rolled her eyes, and took your wrist, giving herself a high five with your hand.

"Good girl," she praised you, and you swallowed dryly. At the words, and at the fact that this was the first time you'd ever touched her. "What's your top three?" she asked, acting so nonchalantly after flustering the hell out of you.

“Tell me yours first,” you proposed. You couldn’t even think of your favorite three albums of one of your favorite bands.

"Black Widow, GODMODE, and A Star-Crossed Wasteland, she answered, almost without thinking. It amused you to imagine she'd spent her whole life for someone to ask her that question. "And yours?"

"Black Widow is my favorite, too," you agreed. "Blood, and A Star-Crossed Wasteland."

"Oh, two in common and in the same position," she pointed out, smiling. "If the new album hadn't been so good, it would agree with Blood, too…”

For the rest of the evening, the focus was on your favorite bands, as they played in the background.

You finished faster than last week, as Wanda was willing to use her powers for you to just arrange the background and take the pictures, instead of searching in every corner of the kitchen - you only had to ask, and it appeared.

“Alright, we're done...” she concluded, excited. “Now, let me pack this food and put it in the fridge,” and with a snap of her fingers, it was already packed and subsequently perfectly placed inside the fridge.

“Impressive,” you exclaimed, not ceasing to show your admiration, just like every time she used her powers. If you didn't look so cute, Wanda would have grown irritated at you a long time ago.

“Now, I owe you a dinner,” she said. She never told you, but she was so eager to finish quickly because that way, when her sons returned from the internship, you and her would have spent a significant time together.

The food Wanda made for you was... you didn’t even believe that the accurate word to describe it even existed.

The sensations you experimented had you mindlessly closing your eyes, trying to memorize this magnificent meal, absorbing it all in. You had tried a lot of different restaurants and foods, but none like this, oh they wished they were even close to what you tasted.

This was more than just eating. It was a demonstration of peak exquisite cuisine. This was about more than just sating hunger. It was about the delight of tasting food prepared with passion.

And... just as Wanda was leading you out of the door, you noticed that it opened, and you met who you knew was Tommy.

"Oh, finally I have the pleasure to meet the famous (Y/N)," was the first thing he said. So Wanda... "Billy hasn't shut up about you."

You forced a smile, "That's... nice," you hesitated. "I have a feeling he's going to be a great friend, and I hope you are too."

Tommy noted the intent of your response but decided to reply, "Of course," with a small chuckle. "In fact, you should come play tennis with us next Saturday."

"Oh, I don't know how to..."

"I'll teach you," Wanda quickly interjected, and that hope in her eyes made your decision easier in an instant.

"Well... will you send me the address?" I asked.

"Rest assured."

When you said goodbye to Wanda and Tommy, Billy was climbing the steps to the doorway, and he smiled broadly at you.

"Hi, (Y/N)!" He exclaimed happily. "Have you eaten yet? If not, we can go eat something and catch up."

Oh, how kind he was...

"Thank you, your mom and I already had dinner."

It was Saturday, and you were walking around the room in your apartment. Your best friend, Kate, was already starting to get dizzy.

"Kate! It's a country club!" You exclaimed, for probably the twentieth time. "People there probably eat pizza with silverware, and know the use of all ten thousand kinds of forks. I won't fit in..."

"It's just a tennis game! I'd understand if it was golf, but tennis?! You'll be fine!" She groaned.

"I look ridiculous..." you shook your head, looking at yourself in the mirror. "I mean, what is this cap? And why all white? Am I getting baptized or something?"

"Hey! Do you want to fit in? This is the outfit," she countered. "You look hot, surely Wanda will drool over you when she sees those legs," she cheered you up

"Surely it will be Billy," you sighed, disappointed.

"Wanda too, from what you've told me..."

"No, this is one of the situations where I'm misinterpreting a hint of validation from an older, beautiful woman," you quickly denied. "And as always, my best friend is encouraging my delusions."

"Really? Name one situation."

"That Italian woman who I photographed with her family for several Christmas sessions?"

"Ha! She looked at you funny."

"Yeah, that's why she turned down my invitation to dinner when I finally found the courage, saying I knew she had a husband and kids."

"Uhm... she refused just because she had a husband and kids, not because she didn't like you!" She quickly justified, and you couldn't help but laugh, forgetting for a moment the nerves that were eating at you.

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dontbesoweirdkira · 7 months ago

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Platonic..Yan! Bruce Wayne w/ new robin darling

warnings: Dysfunctional family dynamics, manipulation, emotional abuse, narcissism, delusion, kidnapping ect. I used experiences from my own family dynamics. My own father pinned me against my other siblings and did similar things so i guess this is personal lolll. Maybe others can relate too? Not romanticizing!!! but i do think yan! father Bruce would be mental like this.

Anyone going through parents like this, just know you're not alone. You can escape eventually. I did, so will you.

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Requests? Always open

Yandere Bruce Wayne is a self righteous prick with an intense savior complex. So much entitlement for just one man Bruce, being dissatisfied with his current children's rebellion, needed someone new to traumatize. That someone is you. He noticed you instantly. A shy kid he encountered at one of his charity events. How "naive" and "dumb" his new batchild was. You're weak...and lonely...you're a helpless soul in need of saving. You're a perfect subject to wipe clean and reshape into his new robin.

According to him at least.

Your siblings can see just how distorted and plain wrong his 'love' for you is. He had the same kind for them too. They are all way too familiar with his process.

First he bombards you with praise. You're such a smart and amazing kid! So strong too. He's never seen anything like it.

Then isolation..Maybe you'd like to live with him and his other children for a little bit? It's a perfect, fun life here and he can dump so much money into your future in exchange for a few months of training. Its all temporary, you'll be back to mommy and daddy in no time.

Yeah lies.

He keeps you longer than the agreed time while giving your parents bullshit answers as to why they can't contact you. He tells them it could breach security if they call you but they keep on pushing back. He tries to pay them off and threatens them which ends up in them going to court to fight for you. The whole time he was making a case of child neglect and completely screwed them over. They lose custody and you're his to keep. He keeps this on the down low and ensures this won't hit the airwaves. Naturally, you ask him about going home. You never did get those weekends with your parents that he promised...and wasn't this only supposed to be up to six months?? It's almost been a year now. Why haven't you received a call? A text?...nothing? This is starting to make you get a knot in your stomach. *deep sigh*

Sorrows. Prayers.

Next is the re-programing/gaslighting. Your family was perfectly fine. More than loving and providing for you, you had a happy nuclear family..maybe a little unconventional in some ways but it was fine. You missed them dearly, you didn't understand why they suddenly are absent? Why did they just leave you here? Why couldn't you leave this place? Bruce is so twisted and his power he holds enables this false reality that he lives in. He projects his childhood and fragments of the other kids lives onto you. He'd drill it into you for hours that they never loved you, they begged him for money in exchange for you. They didn't care for the responsibility of you and were overjoyed by this way out. Though truthfully this was for the best anyways...they were dysfunctional and dangerous. They were setting you up for failure and your new dad just had to step in.... Can't you see? The memories you had of them were all false. You was living in a dream. Sorry to tell you, but it's probably best to not think too hard on it and embrace this new life of yours...it's meant for you. Are you being a brat and not accepting what he's telling you? How dare you declare him a liar. He's not the one who abandoned you. He saved you and he'd be a horrible parent if he let you go back to those criminals! Be grateful for what he's given you.

Manipulation, fear tactics and torture are all used to keep you in check when you ask about your family or try to escape because you know something is wrong. He runs you into mental circles until you're confused and disoriented

This is your new family now. He is your new dad now. You don't need them. You're his daughter and only his. Get in line, Robin.

Yandere Bruce whose next step in the plan is to play favorites with you over the other batkids in order to gain your trust. It's to give you an untruthful version of what life is actually like here when you're his robin. He purposefully spends more time with you, allowing you to fully get your way and defends you in bickers between the other kids. Sometimes he'll even pin you against each other if that works. You don't know better though. You think your siblings are bitter because you're better than they ever were at your age. But never being enough for Bruce eventually gets to you.

You're his shiny, new golden child in the making. He will perfect you. Your mind will be cleansed of all that filth in the world you've seen. Forget all you know for what he will teach you. What he's failed to perfect with the others, he'll accomplish with you.

Uh oh...you're starting to displease Batman. Don't worry...this is the second to last step. He steadily shows disapproval and acts like there's something wrong with you. Maybe he was wrong about you? Maybe you aren't meant to be great like the others because you are barely average right now. Just look at how scarred you are after one night on patrol...worse than Jason on his first night. You'll become dependent on his approval like the rest but you cannot seem to escape the look of disappointment from his face. The scoldings only seems to worsen.

He then comes around, but patronizing this time...coddling you with every step. The way you perform is showing him you aren't able to do anything for yourself. You're weak again. You're nothing but you're lucky to still be in his care because there's still a chance. He can fix you but it's going to take a lot of work. Can his new robin endure it or should he kick you out and leave you to the wolves? He knows the answer you'll choose as you're desperate for his fatherly love. He'll break you then rebuild you and break you some more until you're exactly who he wants you to be.

Coming after the greats means you're expected to excel past them....quickly. Don't embarrass him or he'll get another.

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rtv-puzzlevision-studios · 19 days ago

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☆ THE RTV!PUZZLEVISION TOUR [Part 1]

Participants actions:

NickNack

Grinnames

Marie

Lily

Loyboo

Nira

Becky

Lari

Messy

Nia

Luka

Creature

Aspen

Crystal

The Scammer

Orion

Raya

Harley

Vex

Bunnybot, Sci, Director

I tried my best to reference as much characters as possible, but couldn’t include all due to it a) sounding to cluttered and b) me already reaching 5+ pages of writing. If your character wasn’t referenced this time, there will be a higher chance I will in the next. If you interact with any of my characters, I will absolutely reference them ofc lol

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While they waited for the voting to be concluded, Lucian took the chance to assign roles to his fellow security team.

“Alright guys. Let’s keep an eye from all sides.”, he turned to Chris and Swag, gesturing to the side. “Chris, you go on the right side, Swag on the left, I keep an eye on the back.”

“Roger that, captain.”, Chris replied, earning a snicker from Swag.

“What?”

“So professional…~”, Swag teased, but quickled yelped when he was slapped on his neck.

“Oh, shut it! At least I try!”, Chris growled, before grabbing his partner along by the ear to their assigned positions.

Lucian watched the whole interaction with a loud sigh.

This was going to be a loooong day.

For a second he could see someone staring at him and he briefly turned his head to see a group of three standing a bit further away in the crowd, looking over at him.

One of them had a shocking resemblance to a member of the Administration Department, but Lucian knew that Bunnybot wasn’t on shift.

Meaning this was a doppelganger.

Trippy as hell.

The other person at the side, the one with fish features, wasn’t one he recognized, but they looked much more relaxed about this whole event than the man in the middle.

The soul-piercing stare Lucian was thrown from behind the glasses first reminded him of his good old boss.

What did he ever do to that guy?

…now that he considered it, how high were the chances that someone related to his past victims came here?

The object head was so focused on the studio security that he didn’t consider his own.

Ah well, Wr3n probably took care of it.

Probably…?

Well, since he was already assigning stuff…

Turning around, he scanned the area, until he found the member of the medical department standing at the side.

One person as medical aid was a tad little, but then again, they weren’t exactly counting on a stampede.

Still, Lucian was expecting at least one person to fall victim to the stairs today.

No need to reassign her though, she was quite good where she stood already.

Giving her a slight wave, his head spelling a small [Hey.], he then walked over to Nicknack who was still standing on the side.

Was she on his troublemaker list?

Maybe.

Was that the reason he joined her right now?

Not really, he just felt better standing to someone who was just as enthusiastic as him over the event.

“Tell me you want a coffee and I will get Karen to bring you one.”, he offered, putting his hand on his belt as he kept observing the crowd. “Then again, you may need something that calms your nerves, because he’s gonna yap a lot today.”

His head briefly showcased an arrow pointing into RTV’s direction, before switching back to text.

“Ya ya! The Art Department!! Oooooo!! That's where basically all my questions lie~!!! I can't wait to see Stars inspiration, own art works, who works there and what they do-!”

His attention was briefly diverted over to the white haired creature with sketchbook in hand who he had previously tried to gently push forward close towards the group with the result of his hand phasing right through.

A minor problem in case they ever decided to become problematic though he highly doubted it.

Looking at the way they shrunk as they realized how loud they had spoken out, they were even too shy to even step somewhat out of line.

A ping from his phone.

Wr3n.

Boss doesn’t like this one.

Huh, he wondered why.

Well, Lucian didn’t care if RTV liked someone or not.

In fact he knew that the guy had problems with several people in this group or rather the ones they were sent by.

He wasn’t about to let that cloud his judgement.

If he was already forced to do this job then he would only do it when he’s actually required to.

So far people were behaving quite well.

He could see people watch either in interes or make their way through the crowd.

Nothing unusual happening.

Ping!

Got one looking at the cameras and exits.

Lucian looked to the side where the cameras were located, spotting a woman with a cap taking a peek at the cameras and then the nearest doors.

Suspicious, but maybe they are wondering about the amount of security?

Possible :P I just report what I see, partner!

Swag and Chris meanwhile had parted ways, taking their position on either side of the crowd.

Swag was standing next to the wall that showcased the Puzzlevision movies, while Chris observed the people from the side entrance on the opposite side near the staircase.

“No touching.”, Swag warned one of the people near the movie posters who he had heard muttering something. They wore a cap with the Puzzlevision logo on it, their hair tied into a ponytail.

“Nice as it looks to have at home, those are the first copies of these movie posters. If you steal those, the boss is gonna hunt you down personally.”, he joked, before giving the posters a slightly envious look behind his sunglasses. “Damn, I wish I had them though…”

He sighed, leaning back on the wall, before his gaze wandered over the rest of the crowd.

There was that girl again he nearly kicked out before and now that he looked closer she had a shocking resemblance to a certain other pain in his side called Harley.

Sure, the boss had been yapping before the event about something that included ignoring doppelgangers, Swag didn’t really listen.

Maybe he should have because why the hell did that brat have a twin and he never knew?!

He would properly question Harley on this the next time they met.

Lucky brat was off-shift today.

His partner meanwhile watched him from the corner of his one eye, before focusing back on his assignment.

Sometimes Swag gave Chris grey hair.

Honestly, it's a wonder they managed to stick together for so long.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Please, let Swag be on good behavior for once or the boss may actually kick his butt into the sun.

Moving aside he let a monochrome colored person with a small tophat pass by.

His eye narrowed for a second at the eerie smile on their face, making a small note to keep an eye on them.

Then again, they weren’t the only crazy looking person here.

There was a cat-like purple creature with one eye for example that seemed to be currently exploring the lobby.

Then there was that maniacal looking girl with those weird red ribbons that seemed to have their own will.

Chris could have sworn she had heard her chuckle and talk to herself. Some damn weird fans.

For someone usually so picky the boss sure had picked a special bunch for this whole thing.

Looking up, Chris gave the TV head a quick glance.

Yep, still smiling.

When starting to work here, he had quickly discovered that smiling was Mr. Puzzle’s standard expression, but also did not represent his true mood at all.

It was a facade, one like every star had.

Love your fans all you want, but a peek inside the mind of the idol was a privilege only reserved for those truly close.

None of which were here.

RTV’s fingers tapped against the railing as he looked at the view from his high standpoint.

Voting time was over.

“THANK YOU ALL FOR VOTING!”, he now spoke up again, snapping his fingers so the result showed up on the big screen behind him on the wall. “LOOKS LIKE WE WILL GO TO THE ART DEPARTMENT FIRST!”

A decision he was just fine with actually.

Out of all departments, this one was the most manageable.

“IF YOU WOULD FOLLOW ME, PLEASE!”, he meant, now ascending the rest of the stairs.

The Art Department was located on the second floor in the next building block, so RTV waited next to the staircase until everyone had managed to get up the stairs.

Should he warn them about the crooked steps?

…nah, they would be smart enough to avoid those.

“This is kinda empty for an art department, don’t ya think?”

The TV host’s head snapped into the direction of the comment, zeroing on an individual with glasses and a missing arm out of which cables still hung out.

Gee, that looked even worse than Tari’s and that whole Clench incident was a disaster already.

“Hold your horses.”, he now replied dryly, looking at his gloves in mild interest. “THIS is just the way to the department. Trust me, it’s the opposite from empty.”

Looking down he saw Lucian rounding up the last people, among them a cat-eared girl with black hair, another TV head with purple-white teeth and some mix of a robot and a fox-like creature who seemed to be searching for something.

“My dear leader, what shall we call you? Some, yes, are outsiders, but to keep manners in check, what shall we call you?”

This time the question came from another black haired woman with blue eyes.

She looked…rough.

RTV sighed internally.

Please don’t let her be sick, the last thing he needed was catching something.

“Well, for starters not THAT.”, he meant, slightly cringing at the title she gave him.

It made him sound like a dictator and he would rather not have people picking that up.

“Mr. Puzzles is just fine or if you have to…RTV.”, he begrudgingly allowed.

Almost everyone here was aware anyway and those who weren’t wouldn’t get the meaning behind that name.

“Mr. Puzzles is preferred though.”

Seeing that now everyone was up on the second floor, he raised his voice again.

“ALRIGHT! LET’S CONTINUE, SHALL WE?”

Moving on, he now led the group down the hallway past an elevator and a few offices to the second building block of the Studio.

“Block B includes the Social Media Department which is on the ground floor right BELOW the Art Department.”, RTV meanwhile explained, opening the door that connected both building blocks for the visitors. “A decision made as both departments often work CLOSELY together.”

Gesturing for them to move through, he then left the door open before stepping to the end of the hallway where a door now opened and another object head slipped through.

This one however was missing legs and instead floated over the ground, her head being a color picker that switched from color to color, her fingertips matching the current selected one.

“Oh, you’re already here!”, she exclaimed, excitement in her words as she stopped next to RTV. “Oh sh-should I introduce myself?”

RTV made a side gesture to her.

“Colores, head of our Art department and funny enough the younger SISTER of Lucian over there.”

He watched with slight satisfaction how Lucian tensed, before giving a small wave in Colores’ direction, shoulders slumping as Colores made no effort to return the gesture.

Awkward.

As far as he knew Lucian had decided to convince his sister into not taking part in the tour, a very poor decision as RTV and he both knew that his sister followed his orders blindly and wouldn’t let such an opportunity slide.

So now she was giving him the cold shoulder again.

Sibling drama, yada, yada.

“Well, as Mr. Puzzles has already told you, I’m in charge of this department. Ah- you know what? Just come into one of the studios!”

She waved them into the room behind her.

It was a big studio with several rows of seats each with their own pin boards and computer setups.

The walls and pin boards were plastered with sketches, motivational posters and design ideas.

“The Art Department is responsible for all the designs you see around the studio from merchandise to websites although the latter with the help of the Social Media Department! In general we always work closely together with other departments. For example also with the Film Department when it comes to ads!”, Colores now continued, raising a finger. “Among other things we also take care of the fanmail.”

RTV, who had been busy staring out a window, snapped around at that.

She chuckled, tugging on her collar.

“A lotta interesting things we’ve seen and read, I tell you. Some fans out there really can’t help but go the extra mile. In a good and sometimes also a weird sense.”

There was a clear grin in her voice, as she now turned to RTV again.

“Hah! Reminds me of that one time when a fan managed to slip through security somehow-”

“Ah, the one that proposed?”, Swag now jumped in much to RTV’s dismay, mockery clear in his voice. “Oh yeah, I remember that incident quite well. Had the ring and everything.”

RTV let out a forced chuckle at that, fiddling with his bowtie at the memory.

Not exactly a moment he wanted to remember.

“Not really sure what they tried to ACHIEVE…”, he muttered. “Except a one-word reply that was not “Yes.””

He quickly cleared his throat, turning back to the tour guests.

“Security was raised after THAT incident, mind you.”

“It sure as hell didn’t stop people from sending fan mail though.”, Colores went on, not noticing the strain to RTV’s smile as she started pulling a few boxes from under the table.

He should have put a purge order on those, goddamn it.

“These are filled with mail from Valentine’s day.”, she explained chipperly, knocking against the boxes. “We still have to go through the majority of them, but you won’t believe how much of those are fanfic-”

“AAAAAANYWAY-”, RTV interrupted loudly, now moving in front of Colored before she got the great idea of showing some of those letters off. “How about we MOVE ON, hm?~”

His smile had started filling up half of his screen again, a clear edge to it now.

Someone set her up to this, he just knew it.

RTV threw a suspicious glance over to Lucian whose head immediately displayed [Not me!].

Tsk, sure.

“Ah, of course! My bad, I got sidetracked…”, Colores meanwhile answered sheepishly, before moving on to a second table where stacks of plushies were piled up. “Well, I mentioned before that our department is responsible for the merch designs, so I thought: Hey, why not give something to you guys?”

With a swift motion, she picked up seven plushies, holding the seventh with her tail.

“Let’s see…we have plushies of all the cast members and Mr. Puzzles, of course! So that would be SMG3, Tari, Meggy, Boopkins, Saiko and Bob. I fear we have no Mario plushies as it would have been disrespectful given his…state.”

RTV held himself back from holding his eyes.

Colores had a talent of making things awkward, but since they were on the topic…

“If you want the Saiko and Bob plushies, I suggest you go for it, as they are now limited given that they are no longer part of the crew.”, he voiced, picking up two of them and throwing them towards random participants.

In this case a girl with thick dark brown and messy hair and a shy looking girl with white and reddish hair.

He gestured to the table.

“So PLEASE, take one of your liking. Max is two.”

Folding his hands behind his back, he stepped to the side to make way.

Colores meanwhile stuffed the plushies as well in some random participant’s hands, before clasping her hands together while the people stepped past them.

“I practiced my speech a dozen times and still somehow messed up.”, she sighed. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the whole fanmail thing.”

The TV scoffed at that.

“No apologies NEEDED, since I know you weren’t the one with the idea.”

He pointed at the three security team members.

“Who do I need to SCOLD…?”

Colores laughed at that, tapping the tips of her wooden fingers together.

“None of them, actually. Animsay thought it would be funny. You know, before her vacation.”

She looked up now, scanning the room.

“That reminds me, wasn’t she supposed to get back today?”

“Mh-hm.”, RTV simply replied, hiding the annoyance behind his smile. “She was…”

He was seriously reconsidering it right now.

“Boss?”, Chris now jumped in, pointing back at the crowd. “I think they’re settled again.”

Fine, he would deal with this later.

“Well, then…”, RTV meant, turning back to the crowd again now, voice slightly raised. “Since last time worked so well, how about I let you choose the next department AGAIN? Oh, and don’t think about SNATCHING something that belongs to the studio, as great as some of the artist tools and merch look.”

His screen focused on a particular blonde haired woman he had seen a tad too interested in the studio’s environment, as he pointed up to the ceiling corners.

“Camera sees ALL and that jazz.~”

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#rtv au #reality tv au #rtvtour25 #rtv puzzles #smg4 #smg4 au #smg4 puzzlevision #mr puzzles #smg4 mr puzzles #rtv lucian #rtv colores #rtv swag #rtv chris #Don’t ask me how I wrote this much for one part #Idk what happened SOBS

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 10 months ago

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girls just wanna have fun | nash gold jr + younger sister!reader

for anon who asked “Since you did a Nash with a little brother headcanons, could you do Nash with a little sister? (Maybe like a 2 year difference)” … yeah so much for that. in my defence i did start writing hcs with a 2 year difference, but then i had a Vision and suddenly words started flowing through my head for the first time in weeks so i had to type at the speed of light to get them down before my phone died. then my phone died anyway so the second half of this was originally written on a napkin. being sat on a train floor writing fanfiction on a napkin is possibly the most loser-y thing i’ve ever done but hey, at least i had fun. you might still get some hcs - it depends on if i can be bothered / how well this au does, but i hope you like this oneshot anyway!

“Practice more next time,” is what 12-year-old Nash tells you, age seven, after you’re eliminated in the first round of the school’s spelling bee.

Then he sees your lip start to wobble.

He rolls his eyes and adds, “but they gave you the hardest word. Totally.”

As he listens to you complaining about how unfair life is, whilst knowing that, at your age, he could have spelt “rosette” backwards, Nash just keeps biting his tongue. Lets you rant and nods in agreement whenever you check to see if he’s still listening.

He’s a big brother now, that’s how his parents put it, he has to be a good role model. And - this is what Nash is thinking to himself - he has to be an extra good big brother to make up for the useless parents who should have been here for their daughter’s first spelling bee. He has to be the one promising he’ll take you to the ice cream shop round the corner so that, in years from now, it’ll be the vanilla that sticks in your memory, and not the two empty chairs with “reserved for the Golds” on the seats. He doesn’t want you to think of your childhood years like how he thinks of his.

Nash Gold tries hard to keep his little sister happy.

But once Nash goes into high school, and starts taking his basketball, water sports, boxing, and everything else more seriously, there’s less time for being the stand-in parent attending all your events.

The good news is that you start doing less anyway. The preteen years have made you shy away from the world, flitting from hobby to hobby without anything to really bury your soul in. There was the anime-inspired volleyball obsession that died as soon as you finished your binging the seasons; the brief craving to join the basketball club until you realised just how incompetent your teammates were compared to Nash, how boring and difficult everything was when it was not your big brother doing it; the desire to be the West End’s next star that was crushed by receiving the role of tree in the school play and tripping over in your only scene (how Nash had laughed! And then scowled at the people laughing at you next to him); and then the single-day infatuation with joining the chess club, the infatuation dying as soon as you realised your chess-playing crush already had a girlfriend.

To fill your time, you start accompanying Nash to Jabberwock’s practices. No one wants you there. Nash has forbidden them from swearing around you, and any sex jokes are an even bigger no: given these two things combined are 90% of the usual Jabberwock conversation, it’s not a surprise that there’s grumbling when they see you walking behind Nash.

But Nash silences any grumbling with a glare as cold as ice.

Because, sure, he doesn’t want his little sister following him around everywhere but he’d much rather you were doing your homework in the corner of a street ball court instead of sat alone in an empty house.

Nash’s priority is always that you finish your homework. Only then will he let you help out as the team’s mini manager: topping up water bottles, fetching balls, collecting the boy’s hoodies when they get too warm. And, over time, your place in the team feels more secure. You’re good in your role as the little helper. You crack a “that’s what she said” joke that gets everyone guffawing - everyone but Nash, that is, who scolds you the high heavens, demands to know where you’ve been hearing jokes like that, whilst, in his heart of hearts, being thrilled that you’re coming out of your shell. You sit down with Nick during breaks to ooh and aah over his Animal Crossing Island, trembling with excitement when he hands you the Nintendo and lets you design a room of your own. You beg Zack to teach you to spin a basketball on your finger, and hug him overjoyed when you manage it for the first time. You fetch fresh headbands for Allen while looking down at the ground, blushing frantically: your crush on the boy lasts several months, though you never notice how Nash burns holes in Allen’s head whenever the two of you are talking, or how awkward having a middle schooler crush on him makes Allen feel.

Then, one day, you decide you want to learn how to do a dunk. After spending an hour watching you struggle to jump even one foot up in the air, Jason lifts you up onto his shoulders. Tells you to “try now - just tell me where you want me to go and hold on tight.”

Looking around from over 7ft tall, you feel like you’re the queen of the world.

By the time you’re in high school, you’ve become more confident. You don’t come to Jabberwock’s practices as often. You’ve got friends to hang out with instead, a study group that you always attend, and, inspired by your brother’s prowess in everything fisticuffs, you’ve signed up to be member of the school’s taekwondo club.

Nash never makes you to come to practice. Though it hurts seeing your corner of the court empty, devoid of the rucksack and textbooks that used to fill it, he knows that this is for the best. A teen girl shouldn’t be living in her brother’s shadow. Hell, a guy shouldn’t have his little sister in his shadow either.

But Nash still finds it hard to hold back a grin when you see him grabbing his basketball bag and ask if you can “come with?” And when you’re at practice, it’s like nothing’s changed. You join in with everyone else teasing Zack over his newly shaven head; you still get a little shy when talking to Allen; and you whoop and gush over Nick’s high arc shots as if you’ve never seen them before.

“You’re my number two favourite basketball player ever,” you tell Nick, rushing over to him as he awkwardly runs his hand through his spiky blonde hair.

Overhearing, Allen says with a little hope, “he’s not number one?”

“Obviously not,” you roll your eyes, ��Nash is my number one. Duh.”

No one loves Nash as much as you do, and no one loves you as much as he does.

It turns out Nash is an anomaly, and that combat sport skill does not run in the family. You are horrible at taekwondo: your kicks are accurate - surprisingly so given how bad your balance is - but, no matter how many drills you do, or how many times you insist Nash comes up with a workout routine for you, they never develop much power.

But you’re trying hard to improve, forever inspired by your brother, and you take any chance to kick that you’re given.

“Taekwondo?” asks Jason one morning, as practices a free throw. “They don’t have any good martial arts clubs at your school?”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you’d felt the pain of my kicks,” you retort, hands on your hips.

Jason turns to you. “Go on then.”

You ready yourself, check your footing’s correct, and then swing your leg out. With a thud, your foot makes contact with Jason’s side.

He stares at you, almost in pity. “That’s it?”

But Nash is walking by and he’s glaring like he normally does whenever someone that’s not him makes him little sister look inadequate. So, dutifully, Jason falls backwards in slo-mo and pretends to roll on the floor in agony, crying out for his mother and claiming that he’s never known such pain, while you give him another kick in his side for being a jerk.

(Nash never scolds you for kicking his teammates, though, of course, he’d have a fit if any of them even looked at you wrong.)

Of course, you’re not an idiot; you know you’re not good at taekwondo. But, unlike all your previous school clubs, you’re not planning on leaving this one. After all, without the club, you’d have no opportunities to say good morning to star of the Taekwondo club, Ryuu. And you’d never get to feel his fingers brushing against your arm as he corrects your posture; you’d never get to see his grin and thumbs up as he tells you he’s sure your kicks are improving; and, more importantly, you would have never got the opportunity to wait for him outside the dojang, see him walk out looking more handsome than ever, and ask him if he’d ever think about going out with you.

“Think about it?” Ryuu replies. “Man, I dream of it!”

Smiling from ear to ear, he reaches out to intertwine his fingers with yours, and he doesn’t let go of your hand until he’s walked you all the way home. The feeling of his touch lingers, the warmth flooding through your veins, and keeping your smile fixed on your face.

Nash is sitting on the sofa when you walk in. He looks up from his phone and frowns, “who was the guy?”

“I’m dating the coolest guy in the whole school,” you gush, racing to your brother’s side to tell him all about Ryuu, and you’re still talking about the boy - enthusing now about his Taekwondo prowess - by the time Nash starts preparing dinner.

Nash says he’s happy that you’re happy, grunts occasionally in agreement with your rambles, and accepts the fact that this is probably all he’ll be hearing for the next few hours.

“You’re not upset with me, are you?” you ask eventually, noticing how your brother’s gone quiet.

“Never” replies Nash. “Why would I have an issue with you dating a guy who’s made you this happy?”

But it’s funny how often you bump into him when you’re out with said boyfriend. And not just Nash: it’s like the whole team starts appearing out of nowhere at cafes, parks, funfairs. And these chance encounters always follow the same trend: the boys are happy to see you, chatty and joking, and then they look at Ryuu and their faces take on a cold sneer, every inch the vicious Jabberwock archetype they’re known for.

Nash tells him, “you look after my sister, yeah? Or else.” And if looks could kill…

Zack pretends to be polite, saying “well, I’ve got no problem with you - for now. You make sure to keep it that way.”

Nick has to hold back a snicker as he replies to your boyfriend with “yeah, nice to meet you man, whatever.” Then he turns to you and whispers, “you would have been better off with Allen.”

Allen wipes the sneer of his face when you ask him to be nice; he smiles at you, but then, as he meets your boyfriend’s gaze, he mumbles to you, “you’ve got my number if you ever need me to sort any problems out.”

Jason says, “this guy? Seriously? Shit, I could snap in two him like a twig.”

By the time he meets Jason, your boyfriend’s long fed up of the slander. He stands up from the bench, even though it only makes him look smaller against Jason’s muscular 6ft11 frame, looks up into the other man’s amused expression, and replies, “with all due respect, I was the Taekwondo state champion last year.”

Jason’s laugh is so loud and booming it practically triggers an earthquake.

Ryuu’s a good boyfriend. Nash never learns to genuinely like him, but he stops disliking him as much as time goes on. He orders pizza for the three of you when you and Ryuu are doing a study date at the Gold household; he drives you to Ryuu’s Taekwondo tournament and grudgingly claps when he wins; or he throws a couple condoms at Ryuu when you’re snuggling against your boyfriend on your bed, watching your favourite movie together.

“You should be grateful I’m such a good brother,” Nash laughs when you start punching him for embarrassing the two of you like this. “You know, when I was your age…”

“Go away, Nash!” you screech, pushing him out of the room, “God, you’re such a nuisance.”

“All I’m saying is use protection,” comes Nash’s sniggering voice as you slam the door shut behind him.

You walk back over to Ryuu. “I’m sorry about him. Honestly, he’s the worst.”

“Nah, your brother’s cool,” says Ryuu, but he’s still blushing a bit as he gives you that golden grin of his that makes you feel like you’re his entire world.

But all good things come to an end.

Ryuu moves to a new state where he’ll be able to get better Taekwondo instruction. His coach thinks he’s got Olympic potential - they don’t want him to be wasted in this city where nothing good ever happens - and his parents are in agreement.

“They said the sooner I leave, the better for my future,” quotes Ryuu as squeezes your hand, looking down at the ground beneath the swings you’re sharing. “But I wanted you to be my future.”

Nash had told you not to interfere - that you don’t want to be the person holding Ryuu back from his dreams - so you encourage Ryuu to go, tell him that you’ll still be his future, it’s just a few years of separation.

And it’s Nash who drives you to the airport and watches from a distance as the two of you hug for the final time, promising to say in contact, promising that you’ll be able to make long distance work.

When you walk back to Nash, your lip’s wobbling like it did back when you were seven. As soon as he wraps his arm around you, you burst into tears, sobbing into his shirt. Your brother hugs you tighter, like he’s the only thing in the world keeping you from falling into pieces. His voice is quiet and calm and betrays none of the pain he feels looking at your crying figure.

Into the top of your head, Nash mutters, “As soon as the season’s over, you and I will go on a road trip to go see him, alright? And you can call him every night if you want. And if he even thinks of looking at another girl, or ignoring a single text of yours, Jason and I will fly over and deal with him. Or we’ll kidnap him and bring him back to you if that’s what you want.”

You’re crying harder, fingers clutching onto Nash’s shirt even tighter.

“I’ll skip practice today if you want; we can do a movie night instead.”

Voice muffled by how your face is pressed into Nash’s chest, so none of the passersby might see you crying, you reply, “no. You should go to practice.”

“I’m not gonna leave you alone like this.”

“Can I come?”

“What - to practice? Yeah, ‘course. The boys are always happy to have you around.”

You look up and force a smile, biting on your tongue like it might stop you crying, as Nash matches your smile with a sad grin of his own.

“It’s gonna be rough, but you’ll get through it,” he says, “you’re the toughest kid I know.”

And he pulls you in for another hug.

fun fact: the original plan was for the boyfriend to cheat on reader who breaks up with him, and then for jabberwock to go teach him a lesson. but then i thought “why the need for all this violence?”, me of course being the admin of a blog dedicated to a team that’s known for their non-violent ways. but anyway i figured it was an overused trope and why not show nash being an actually good supportive brother, so here you go. (and if anyone enjoyed reading about the lesser known jabberwock members, then you might also like these hcs) (and if you wanna read the nash little brother hcs, you can find them here)

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pri-rp · 10 months ago

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"Used to play this with the bro a lot." Once on the character select, they immediately select random. "He mains the lizard. Once had a birthday party themed with it." Look who's talkative today! one might almost mistake them as social.

They're only really looking at the screen though. a respectful player two, letting Mitch make the settings and everything without much complaint one way or the other.

Click. The left joycon is being handed to Kris. Mitch then takes the right joycon and sets it on his chest as he tries to figure out the best place to keep the Switch standing. Probably can't have it in front of the both of them so...the bedside surface it is, then. Unfortunate.

The game name does get him to smirk, though. "The best option out of the rest of them." The name difference is being noted, though. Perhaps it's from a console he hasn't bothered with, like the old Sega ones. Perhaps it's something else. How much does it truly matter?

#ok but imagine kris has all the names right #what if toriel is just inaccurate with her knowing the game name and kris is just joking #we will never know #because they will always joke #pri: kris #event: shy soul security #mitchftw

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quotergirl19 · 1 year ago

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My imagined Bridgerton season 3 episode 4 cliffhanger:

After seeing Colin & Penelope together at the season’s first few balls and events, Lady Danbury is convinced that there’s an attachment between the two “friends,” and since she has taken a liking to Penelope and she’s fond of all the Bridgertons, she decides to test her theory by sending a few handsome gentlemen Penelope’s way to see Colin’s reaction.

First the dimwitted but very handsome Mr. Harry Dankworth and then the charming and mature Mr. Marcus Anderson were encouraged to entertain the lovely but shy Miss and maybe even dance with her. Penelope naturally charms these men and Colin notices the way they are looking at her from across the room. Suddenly, a jealous Colin has swooped in to drag Penelope away, escorting her most scandalously behind closed doors alone to tell her those are not the sort of men she should be flirting with.

Penelope is livid because she was not flirting with them yet, she’d barely even spoken to them. But more importantly she needs a husband and Colin said he would help but now he’s getting in the way and potentially ruining her by taking her by risking them being caught alone. It’s the final straw for the newly blooming wallflower who sees no other way to get through to the man. Penelope asks why he is meddling when he isn’t her brother or father and he certainly isn’t jealous since he doesn’t even think of her as a woman and would rather die than court her himself so she cannot understand what his problem is.

Colin tells Penelope that she should not be willing to settle for just any man who speaks to her. She needs someone intelligent enough to protect her and her future but certainly not a known charmer who’s old enough to be her father. That she deserves the sort of man who understands and respects her and puts her first. Someone who will love her. But Penelope’s heard enough and insists that it took her a long time to realize that she cannot keep waiting and hoping for love because this is her third season and she has to give up on love and settle for the security of a convenient marriage with someone kind so she could to a life for herself and to plan her future with a good man.

Penelope turns to leave and Colin instinctively grabs her pleading with her not to go. He appears pained and desperate and she can’t bear the look in his eyes so she asks why he is doing this and begs him to just be honest with her. Colin confesses that he wants her, that he hasn’t been able to think of anything but her for weeks. That she’s all he sees. That he wants to hold her hand and dance with her and talk to her, to make her smile and kiss her. That he’s mad for her and can’t bear it and as he’s telling her, he’s wrapped his arms around her like he’s terrified of losing her. Penelope can hardly believe what is happening but finds herself touching his lips to silence him. She leans in and their foreheads are touching as her hands slip into his hair and he leans forward and kisses her.

Their first kiss is sweet, but it very quickly deepens and hands are moving, clothing was shifting and Colin has her laid out on a chaise. His hands were warm and her skin was soft and everything felt right. Penelope knew that what they were doing was wildly inappropriate and so did Colin but neither of them cared because all that mattered in that moment was that they wanted each other so desperately. Colin asks if she wants him to stop, she tells him that she wants him, that she wants whatever this is between them, forever. She tells him she’s his if he is sure that he wants her and he tells her, he’s never been more sure of anything in his life. That he needs her, that he belongs to her. That he will always belong to her. Body and soul.

Just then Eloise enters and they break apart. She is furious and accuses Penelope of trying to trap her brother but she won’t let Penelope get a word in and Colin is immediately defending Pen because she’s his intended and she’s going to be his wife so he demands that Eloise treats her with more respect and gets over whatever she is mad about. Eloise glares at Penelope and asks if she’s told Colin her big secret or if she intends to trick him into a lifelong commitment with Lady Whistledown.

Colin is shocked when Penelope confesses, admitting that she had to do something to earn money to support herself and her family because her father had gambled away everything including her dowry and that she’d wanted to tell them but couldn’t risk anyone knowing, Eloise looks surprised but Colin is speechless. He tells her he thought he knew her but he was wrong and he has much to consider. Colin leaves. Eloise tells Penelope that she should have known better than to lie to the people trusted her. Penelope tells Eloise that she has a large family full of good people who love her, that she’s blessed with so many wonderful things because she’s a Bridgerton. But their friendship was the one good thing in Penelope’s life. That Eloise was the sister of her heart and the only person she was sure loved her in her whole life. Penelope was simply too afraid of losing Eloise to risk telling her. Because if she lost Eloise she would be completely alone in the world, and clearly she was right because the instant Eloise found out she abandoned her and never even cared enough to find out why Pen did what she did. Whistledown was the only way Penelope could make enough money to save herself and her mother and sisters. That she was raised to be a fine lady, the daughter of a Baron, who never questioned her mama. Lady Featherington had taken Penelope and her sisters to a poor part of town when they were girls and warned them that they could be ruined and end up shunned from society with nothing if they didn’t obey their mama. That Penelope would likely have been forced to be her mother’s unpaid companion and if she lived to old age, Pen would be on the street like a beggar with nothing. Left to starve or worse. She did it because it was the only way she could think of to save herself from that fate.

Before Penelope leaves she admits to Eloise that she would never have tricked Colin or married him without telling him the truth because she was in love with him and only ever wanted him to be happy, and the worst part was that she thought he might love her too but now he would hate her forever. Eloise tries to go after Pen, but Cressida Cowper stops her to mention that she heard quite the commotion coming from the room her brother went into with Penelope Featherington. That she wouldn’t have imagined that pudgy little nobody capable of doing anything remotely interesting but then she heard Eloise clear as day, calling Penelope Featherington of all people, Lady Whistledown and now she would personally see to it that little snake got was she deserved for daring to mock her in her gossip rag.

Eloise Bridgerton, who has never been at a loss for words was left horrified and heartbroken and without a clue of how to save Penelope when she spots Lady Danbury who is looking at her as if she too heard everything. Penelope was right not to tell a soul it seems. Because once Eloise knew, it was only a matter of time before she opened her big mouth, ruined her brother’s chance at happiness and put Penelope’s very life in jeopardy.

#Quotergirl mini fic #bridgerton #polin #bridgerton season 3 speculation #netflix bridgerton #shondaland #bridgerton netflix #colin x penelope #penelope x colin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #lady danbury #lady whistledown #Cressida Cowper #Marcus Anderson #harry Dankworth

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pri-rp · 10 months ago

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@convenientkeystorage

The wolfdog sits up and yawns, showing off every single pearly tooth in his mouth. Then he lies his head back down. “What for? Kinda busy studying, right now.” If it’s important then he’ll move, but otherwise… it’s much better to stay on the couch, his snoot buried in this book. “And, uh, I don’t know you.”

Right. Sure. not only does the wolf talk, it- he's studying. Again, Steve's done asking questions. "Right, sorry, name's Steve, I'm Mitch's coworker and... I'm following up on something for him since his mobility is more limited then mine. This'll be quick, promise, he's just a bit of a private guy so... ya know, less people around to potentially overhear, the better."

Steve prefers being an honest guy. So, he's being blunt about intentions, at least.

#convenientkeystorage #pri: steve #event: shy soul security #v: learning hinobi tech

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mochiotomedumplings · 2 months ago

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on sunday's viewpoints and beliefs

more on sunday's philosophy and reasons for the Order (we got so much time with him yet the human heart is insatiable)

sunday’s noted to have “a desire for dominance”

part 1 | part 2

one of his key points was that most ppl - the weak - don’t know how to live the right way and he is able to provide that guidance as their new “master”. he truly believes this is the way to achieve happiness for everyone (the only way because suffering in reality is immutable). he isn’t wrong that there will always be suffering in life. what’s wrong is the other part that asserts he knows The Right Way for other ppl - which is why firefly asked him if he thinks she’s weak, aka “you think i don’t know how to live and need your guidance ?” or “you think i don’t have a future ?”

when he saw the suffering of the ppl in the dream, mirrored by the dove’s plight and robin’s almost-death, it affected him a lot even if he didn’t go deep into it. see his journal for the entry on watching the dove try to fly, and “nightmares through countless nights” with robin’s event. it’s presumptuous of him, yes, to believe he could decide how ppl should live, yet it is fueled by a genuine desire to protect them. this is the same argument parents make when forcing their opinion on their children - the intent is good, but the method is wrong.

and he’s not beyond using rhetorics and his persuasiveness to pull you into his viewpoints. after all, he genuinely wants to make everyone happy - and at least, wrong method aside he at least talked about it, and wanted a fight to prove he’s right. “i think i know what you (and other ppl) want, so fight me and prove i’m wrong if you think otherwise.” this is why he was not beyond saving, because he was willing to lose and be proven wrong. that’s why during his boss fight, he was most affected when robin started singing - not just because it’s robin, but that was the point where the “lost souls” he was guiding in the dream wanted to wake up. it’s already shaken his belief that the dream was what ppl wanted. but still, he wanted and believed that the order could save others. for order… for the security that order brings.

in his final phase he said “if your ‘paradise’ can save more people, sever my path with your hands”. symbolically it’s the struggle to leave the dream and wake up to choose reality over certain happiness in escapism. it’s trying to convince someone who’s lost faith in reality that happiness in the dream is not true, because ppl will choose to wake up in the end, and ppl - the weak - can and will do this, as seen when they wanted to leave ena’s dream which made sunday actually defeatable. he wanted to prove his point with the fight, and had ppl not woken up he would have won.

and so, he too must wake up. he was humbled, and now must feel the “pain” of reality - what he had done, the weight of failure. but he did not lack the courage to face it even if he would cry, and so continues to find a way to paradise despite such a failure (welt’s line about him).

he believed and fought with all his heart, then fell and changed with all his might. it makes sense why ppl wanted to follow him, someone steadfast in his ideals yet not shy away from confronting his wrongs, learning to accept what he hates and changing for the better. i love him, mistakes and all.

fallen he is, still his soul shines like the sun

#sundayhsr #sunday hsr #analysis #rant

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pearlprincess02 · 1 year ago

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selena gomez and justin’s composite chart houses

7th house: in the composite chart, the composite 7th house governs how you are as a couple, how much you’re focused on the relationship, how you move together as one, and the other people that you interact with together.

aries 7th house : with the composite 7th house in aries, you may be a pairing that interacts with others with a lot of energy, and the people in your life may have a lot of energy and drive with the two of you. it may be difficult for you to see together when you’re being impulsive and argumentative, but you may see that in others. you may be extra focused on commitment together, but you may also fight a lot more with one another.

7th house ruler in 7th house: circumstance: meeting them in a social setting. likely to meet through a mutual friend. meeting them at networking event. meeting at a time in your life where you are more social and making new connections. meeting them through a professional setting. anything to do with contracts, business, the marketplace. person: someone is balanced, diplomatic and discerning. they can be similar to you and mirror you in many ways. a social person who has many connections. a “socialite” type of person. they can be “libra-like” in nature. union: a union centered around creating balance. learning to create harmony together. can feel like a business partnership. negotiating and setting boundaries. someone who feels like the missing piece to your puzzle. a dynamic where you are in sync.

mars in 7th: with composite mars in the 7th house, the relationship can be more important to you and you can put a lot of energy into the relationship. you can be more willing to make compromises with one another, and work to meet in the middle, but if you don’t feel the other is being fair, that can cause a rift. in general, this can be a good placement for any serious relationship/partnership since this is the house of committed relationships.

8th house: in the composite chart, the composite 8th house shows how we use what we have together and share with one another. this house also governs intimacy and sex, so it can also show how we connect on a physical level in romantic partnerships (in a way that may be different from individually in the natal chart).

taurus 8th house : with the composite 8th house in taurus, you may hold on to what you have together for a long time, taking your time with making decisions about what to do with your resources, and waiting until you’re confident. you may want to devote resources to things that you feel are of value or will increase security in the relationship. in a romantic relationship, physical intimacy may be more of a slow burn, and it may be delayed.

8th house ruler in 8th house: you often desire death in your commitment to be blunt. you want every moment to feel heavy, to feel overwhelming, authentic to the bone. as a rule you never get attached until you know it’s the one, you’ve always weeded out the weak and we’re a serial dater-looking for the right match. these natives view commitment as something intense, a holy cleanse. to them giving our heart and soul to someone is one thing but giving them that private aspect, that what is hidden is earned not “given.” years after they commit they’ll still seem like a mystery and they never ever dive in all at once only in pieces and fragments. these natives can often shy away their lovers with their extremes but they’ll likely adore the intense yet prolific passion that exist in every moment. they are intensely possessive and protective once committed not wanting anyone or anything to share in the love they have for you! for them it’s all or nothing, life or death as every cell rushes. sex for them once a commitment is made is all about meeting god and the devil in the same setting.

sun in 8th house: with the composite sun in the 8th house, you can have a very serious relationship. the 8th house can be the darkest and most serious house, so this position can show a serious relationship that can’t be taken lightly, even if it’s a professional one. the 8th house rules transformations, so you can find that the relationship changes you or an aspect of your life in some way. this can be a good placement for a business partnership since this house rules other people’s money and shared resources. watch for having extreme emotions with one another, or with trying to control or dominate one another.

mercury in 8th house: with composite mercury in the 8th house, you can open up about serious subjects and issues with one another, and talk about the things you hold deep inside of yourselves. you can dig into one another to gain more understanding of each other than you may have with anyone else. communications between you can be intense, rarely light, and you do have to watch for having some epic fights. when you don’t see eye-to-eye, you each may try to dominate and control the conversation, but you need to be more open.

venus in 8th house: with composite venus in the 8th house, you can have an intense connection, and a romantic relationship can be extremely passionate physically and emotionally. it can be difficult to have a casual relationship with this placement, and you take the relationship very seriously. sometimes you can be a little obsessed with one another with this position, and need to make sure you’re not getting lost in the relationship. you may find it easier to balance the power in the relationship between you, but you can also enjoy fighting a little too much sometimes.

eros in 8th house: entrancing and absolutely drenched in inescapable and almost unrelenting compulsion. i often notice there’s two ways this energy manifest in a couple due to the depth and looming weight many either ignore and run away from the energy mistaking their connection as a “really strong hookup” but there are the others who truly dive into this connection and live in its dark and almost exposing ray. there’s something scary about this couple as well as something compelling. their sex is possessive and their sex is all consuming at times they can barrier people out with how invested and involved they are with one another-they live in one another and often can lose sight of their own psyche of they’re not careful or if eros is afflicted. sex here feels like death-climax feels like rebirth.

9th house: in the composite chart, the composite 9th house can show how we expand, explore, and experience life together. The composite 9th house can show how we share our wisdom as a pairing with the world, and how we find meaning.

gemini 9th house: with the composite 9th house in gemini, you may come up with lots of ideas for ways to expand your lives together, or for new experiences you want to have together. you may be interested in a variety of experiences, and work to take your knowledge and turn it into wisdom you can share together. you may be a little scattered at times with expansion or opportunities, and need to stick to plan.

9th house ruler in the 8th house: shows difficulty with religions and spirituality, detachment and vulnerability with religious beliefs and beliefs and philosophies of others, insecurities about own knowledge, learning and hence could avoid helping others or avoid advising, work in research or digging information is something you are good at, in laws may be spiritual and religious, with high standards and are intellectual, shows sexual relations with foreigners, while traveling at places of education, could study, medicine, psychology, healing subjects, academia at higher education, most likely to do PhD, father may have been absent, live away, or had difficult relationship with father if afflicted, TW- prone to addictions when life gets difficult if afflicted, shows an enlightened outlook to death and fear if unafflicted, if afflicted shows fear of death, fear stemmed from spiritual and religious beliefs and early teachings, lucky for finances unless afflicted, however are likely to spend equally more and this can create debts which may lead up to you taking loans, shows interest in healing and psychic subjects due to interest in spirituality and other metaphysical subjects, someone in family especially older people believed in occult subjects of astrology tarot, other divination practices, father may be into occult, learn occult from foreigners or get interested while traveling to some other region, can travel a lot after marriage, fortune after marriage, from in laws and rise in joint assets, use of occultists' practices for manifesting fortune, highly likely to have nightmares more than pleasant dreams if afflicted, especially about TW death, relationship with father may be limited after your marriage, TW death of mother in law may affect your marriage or you could have some change, there may be ups and downs in finances/luck, could experience major moments while traveling, may spend a lot on travel, can spend money to hide things or keep things secret, people may question your beliefs, faith and morals, sorrows in foreign land, difficulty in higher education, fortunate family in terms of wealth if unafflicted, luck can influence self esteem, self doubt on life philosophies, critical of religious and spiritual beliefs, fortune from older people, sexual partners

10th house: in the composite chart, the composite 10th house can show how you present yourselves as a pair, how you step out into the world together (your public life), and what you work toward together.

cancer 10th house: people see them as a very attentive couple, who are protective of each other and totally open with each other, they can give the impression that they finally found someone to be vulnerable with. they give the impression of being the weakness of the other and of loving each other very tenderly, others can perceive that they are much more delicate, sweet and loving when with the other or when the other is present. many may think that this is the couple with which they both end up. people realize how important it is for both of them that the other person is by their side and the comfort they feel when being with the other. in some cases, people might think that both are somewhat needy of the other. the loyalty and amount of affection in the relationship makes them stand out from others. they don’t dare to speak ill of the relationship because they know that both will defend it tenaciously.

10th house ruler in 10th house: the activities of the 10th house serve the agenda of the 10th house. building a reputation, gaining recognition for achievements and finding a vocation are an end unto themselves. you need a profession. you need to find your true vocation. getting out in the world and making a name for yourself is important to you. you want to be known for something. you want to be famous. you want to receive awards and recognition. you want to climb to the top of the mountain in whatever you choose to do. you are ambitious for the sake of being ambitious. you have an authoritative approach to career and vocation. you are ambitious in your profession. you want to reach the top of your profession. you want to become known for what you do. you want your day in the sun. you become widely known for what you do. your career builds your reputation. your reputation builds your career. your reputation precedes you. you become known for your achievement "oscar winner", "nobel prize winner" etc. you become known for your social status. you become known for your relationship with authority. you become known for acting like an authority. you become known as an authority on whatever type of work you choose to do. you are an authority on parental relationships. you are an authority on society’s standards and expectations. you are an authority on achievement, awards and recognition.

moon in 10th house: this couple is open about their affections and tenderness, it will be as evident to others as to themselves the enormous amount of love and the great and strong emotional connection between them. people know that both are the other's weak point and that their type of love is stable, lasting and demonstrative. both will show that they have a similar vision of the future, joint plans and from early stages they will include the other in their rhythm of life. they can live together before getting married. people will notice the compassion and details that they have with each other, they can see this relationship as something sweet, protective and very caring. they also notice that both are more open emotionally than with others.

vesta in 10th house: you are both likely to show your devotion to each other through your shared career path. you are both drawn to act in service of others through a path of public service. you may have an intense shared connection to a mission that blends your spiritual ideals and practical interests. you are drawn to supporting each other’s mission of service and healing and may be passionate about helping to inspire each other’s successes. this relationship can give you both the foundation you need to explore your passions and devotion to routines that help you bring healing and connection to a higher mission into your work and career.

11th house: the composite 11th house can show how we come together as friends in a relationship, the groups we interact with and causes you push for together. with the 11th house also ruling change and the future, it can show how change is approached and what future we envision.

leo 11th house: with the composite 11th house in leo, you can be the fun-loving pair in your friendships or groups you participate in, and others can give you a lot of attention together. you may be open about the changes that you want to make and get attention for that together, and can forge connections with others through them. you may be very involved in causes together, feeling deeply personally invested.

11th house ruler in 8th house: you are likely to gain from deaths, hospitals, research, metals and occult. so any of these could be present as elements in your professions if not then could be an additional source of income or just these could bring you wealth. you may get gains or opportunities from unknown sources or it could be sudden. like you are slacking on the sofa and bam, a job opportunity comes up. if unafflicted this can bring some unexpected income. the people you hang out with may come unexpectedly to you, or not from your places of daily routine or where you would normally expect to meet. your friends or community you hang with could be scorpio/8th house stellium/scorpio dominant. your friends may be introverted, i'm getting an image of a gang meeting in alleys wearing emo but not it. you may be part of groups of occultists, mental health groups, physical health groups, research groups, trauma recovery groups, involving doctors, retired people, or deal with people involved in metal work, could be guns and ammunition. you may help out in old age or retired people's homes. you could be friends with retired people. you can gain from your sexual partners, from in-laws. they may leave a hefty inheritance for you and your spouse. this placement shows possible experience with theft. you tend to get "vibes" when meeting people for the first time and you heavily rely on your intuition for judging people. you can suss out the shit that's been hidden from you. you can suss out vibes when a group of people, particularly your friends or close to you are being weird. you have many opinions about what's happening around you in the lives of your close friends and even some nancy (not meant to offend any person with this name) from your hobbies group. you can be borderline controlling with friends and groups you may be part of via exerting dominance over them, or at least you want to be , if you are socially anxious and are likely to keep quiet. i think overtime with new friends you make you open yourself more or just they get to see new layers to you compared to what your first impression was so you could be an unpredictable person to them, like you are keeping secrets from them or not opening yourself much. there could be a sense of competition with any group/community you may be part of and even friends. you are likely to hold back in fear of being vulnerable to your friends or they may be the only one you can be your intimate self with. possible sexual relations with friends or from anyone from your community. your elder sibling/friends may be susceptible to health issues if afflicted or could be a doctor in academia or is introverted. you can make friendships over taboo topics. common placement for people using the internet for astrology and tarot. you may face some online slander, loss of fortune over the internet if afflicted. could be part of orgies, fwbs. loans could prove fruitful if unafflicted. gains from foreign land. make one hard working and you could be someone who gets more motivated after a life changing experience, someone who puts focus into their work after something bad has happened. you may be insecure of your friendships, you could be jealous or suspicious of them .

chiron in 11th house: you are both brought together to help each other work through wounds and traumas related to your social network or higher vision. you may both feel alienated or disconnected from social trends. you may also feel like you have a sense of changes on the horizon but are often not taken seriously by friends and peers. through this relationship you can help each other see the higher purpose behind your traumas and past wounds. this relationship can help you both overcome restrictions and limitations so that you can both feel free to express yourselves and be true to your individual nature. you give each other the validation you’ve both sought socially, being open and nonjudgmental.

juno in 11th house: you are married to a shared mission involving innovation and an unconventional vision that you pursue together. through this relationship, you can both find it easy to express your faith and loyalty to a collective group or to organizations that resonate with your shared wisdom and intuition. you can also feel committed to showing your faith and loyalty to each other through helping each other work through your shared ideals. you can be committed to helping others and working together, you can help each other stand out in a crowd and influence organizations and grassroots groups.

pholus in 11th house: you both help each other to unleash radical ideas and dramatic changes that impact society. you may be able to help each other navigate times of uncertainty and dramatic change. you may both come into each other’s lives when social upheaval leads you both to have to reconsider your connections to friends and groups. this relationship can help you both find small ways to contribute to dramatic social upheaval and progress. once you help each other recognize the turning tides around you, you can be instrumental in helping each other innovate and redefine your beliefs and ideals.

12th house: in the composite chart, the composite 12th house can show what may be hidden in the relationship, what may play out subconsciously in the relationship, the karma of the relationship, and what needs to be let go of.

virgo 12th house: with the composite 12th house in virgo, it may be difficult at times for you to tend to day-to-day matters together, and you may struggle with figuring out when the health of your relationship is under stress at times. you may be able to move together to get things done easily in times of crisis subconsciously, but have a hard time consciously. there may be karmic issues with being overly critical that need to be addressed, and some anxiousness and insecurity may need to be let go of.

12th house ruler in 8th house: shows transformations and connections with foreign land. you may be introduced to spirituality and occult by foreigners or elders or father. you may get stuck or feel imprisoned in a foreign land, stuck if afflicted and if other factors are there. you may be secretive of your life away from home land, may not fully disclose your whereabouts or activities. shows success after hard work. there may be disinterest in sexual acts, some may be promiscuous. fear of intimacy and vulnerability. not the best placement for marriage if afflicted. shows distance between you and spouse if afflicted, could be purely a physical connection. can be a karmic relationship with a spouse. may get animosity from in-laws. you may fear your inlaws. health issues related to excretory systems and sexual organs. you may feel dissatisfaction in married life, in old age. you may be averse to partnerships or marriage. you may get vivid or even dark dreams, may be related to deaths or dying, or gloomy dreams in general, sexual dreams. you may spend a lot on others, spouse, inlaws, or insurance, loans repayment. indicates a lot of loan debt if afflicted. possible theft if afflicted or financial betrayal. you may gain a lot of debt after marriage if afflicted or spouse may help with debt if unafflicted. strong intuitive and spiritual potential. there may be sudden or unexpected change in beliefs or long term learnt knowledge. foreign experiences may be life changing. spiritual practices may be life changing for you. spouse or in inlaws or spouse's siblings may help you spiritually, they could be spiritual or are gurus/mentors or meditators. private, creative, charitable, domineering and controlling deep down. may have a lot of unknown secretive enemies. your private/detachment issues may prevent you from intimacy.

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Kinktober List of Requests 2023

Here is the list of the selected pairings and requests I have chosen for the event. Please note that for some kinks, you will observe more than one request was selected. I did my best to briefly explain the reason for my choices to help you understand.

Corruption Kink — Eönwë x reader (@wandererindreams)

Hi once again! Would you be willing to write Corruption kink with Eönwë? Reader had always been a pure, gentle soul, and while they weren't exactly naive in general, they trusted Eönwë with their life. They would do anything for him. Things they would make them blush beet red just merely having them flash through their mind. And Eönwë can't quite get enough of downright kinky things he could ask of them and watch them perform them or submit to him with such devotion...

Exhibitionism — Irmo x reader (anon)

Hello Mina, hope you’re having a good day so far :) can I request the exhibitionism kink with Irmo where reader is interested in public sex but still has slight reservations so instead, he creates a dream where he takes her in front of others so she feels more secure with the kink?

Fingering — Thingol x reader (anon)

Listen!!! Thingol is a huge tall hunk of an elf right?! So tat obviously means that he has large hands. What if those hands were the source of your pleasure? Thingol using his hands which you love so much to finger you nice and slowly in his private garden.

Size Difference/Stomach Bulging — Celebrimbor x reader (anon)

Hi Mina! Ahhhhh I’m so excited for kinktober this year! Can’t wait to see what you come up with!! Size difference with either Celebrimbor or Rog please? It’s been a rough day in the forge (nothing seems to be going right) and reader offers herself as a way to release the frustration (in short, hot sex in the forge with a big boy please and they splay their hand over your stomach bulge as they take you <3)

Squirting — Turgon x reader (anon): I like the idea of incorporating both prompts while keeping true to the main kink to produce one fic.

For the squirting kink, Caranthir or Turgon x reader please, like maybe both of you are pushing your limits to see how many orgasms you can fulfill in one session and they're either fingering or having sex with you and you're so overstimulated that you squirt on them for the first time? Thank you!

Fingering with Turgon please? Turgon notices how you stare at his hands in a lustful manner, since they’re huge, you come to realize you have a hand kink and want to fulfill that hand kink in the bedroom with fingering?

Thigh Riding — Fëanor x reader (anon)

Hiiii, I've noticed that there isn't much (good) Feanor smut anywhere (basically only a very few blogs write him so well, like you for instance) and you know how much of a simp I am for this fiery baby... Can I have a time when Feanor is having reader thigh-ride him? I feel like he would really love that, and maybe add some edging until he finally lets her cum?

Mirror Kink — Finrod x reader (anon & @wandererindreams): the description of both will be merged into one fic since both requests carried the same pairing.

Mirror kink for Finrod and an artist!reader, who is a bit shy about their appearance? Do you think as well that it would be delicious? Like...she sees beauty everywhere (especially in Finrod) but rarely in herself?

Finrod x reader with mirror sex kink, basically its on their wedding night and reader is kinda insecure with their body, and finrod tries to make them feel better by showing them that they're perfect just the way they are. Thank you 💖

Bondage — Ecthelion x reader (anon): description of both will be merged into one fic since both requests carried the same pairing.

Girl I’ve been up since 7am ready for this. 😎 Let’s goooooooo!! Party! Ecthelion x Reader - Bondage. If you need a couple sentences: scene starts with him tying her arms behind her back and making her suck him off to “earn” her orgasm. After that he ties her to the bed for some teasing and overstimulation. Bonus if you can fit a spanking in there somewhere but I understand if not. Pick whatever bondage/rope position appeals the most to you. 👀 I’m a certified rope bunny so I can get down with them all. ❤️ Appreciate you doing these requests ahead of time!

Oh I am so ready for kinktober Mina! For the bondage kink, requesting Ecthelion x reader where he keeps reader tied /chained to his bed for a day (consensually!) free for him to use whenever he wants (i.e. After a meeting to blow off steam, after doing paperwork, for his own pleasure, etc.)

Threesome — Finarfin x reader x Fingolfin (anon)

Good morning/evening, my fav Tolkien writer! 🩵 if you don’t mind, can I ask for a Threesome with Finarfin and Fingolfin when they were younger and sharing the reader in bed? The reader is their friend and a daughter of a lord and her, Finarfin and Fingolfin were all having to have a ballroom dancing lesson. The brothers are taking turns spinning the reader around and having fun but when the reader gets passed to Finarfin the instructor leaves, but they don’t stop dancing with each other and things get a little heated. Fingolfin complains about the lack of attention and he suggests taking the reader to his bedroom inviting his brother to share the her with him. And just pure smut from there I guess? Anyway, thank you for your time! Bye!!

Cockwarming — Maedhros x reader (anon): I liked the descriptions for both and found them similar, so I decided that I will merge both into one fic, keeping true to the main kink.

Hi there, can I request Maedhros x reader for the kinktober cockwarming kink? For the scenario/prompt, maybe a scene where reader is struggling to stay still while cockwarming Maedhros while he’s doing paperwork since he’s so big and just simulating her all the time?

Hi Mina! Exhibitionism with CEO! Maedhros please? Maybe a co-workers has been getting too close to reader lately and Maedhros gets jealous so he engages in sex with reader over lunch to establish dominance and leaves the door unlocked/a sliver open when he knows that coworker would be coming in to give a report soon?

Brat Taming — Erestor x reader (anon)

Hi Mina! For the brat taming kink, requesting Erestor x reader where reader has been teasing Erestor all day but at the end of the day, reader is reminded of their place behind closed doors

Somnophilia — Elladan x reader (anon)

Hello darling Mina! So may I request Elladan x reader and the somnophilia kink where he comes back late from a scouting mission in the north and sees reader having a wet dream so he 'helps' her and then she slowly wakes up? Thanks :)

Vanilla Sex — Argon x reader (anon)

Hi Mina! I’m really excited for what you come up with for this year’s kinktober! Sending you a request for vanilla sex with Argon please? Prompt/scenario would be him taking your virginity :) thank you!!!

Dacryphilia — Námo x reader (anon)

Hi Hiiii! Is there room for a Namo and female reader for dacryphilia. I would just love the idea of reader showing Namo how much he’s pleasuring her so good by her crying out in ecstasy. Cue Namo loving the way she cries and finds her tears beautiful and increasing the volume of pleasure. Maia!reader perhaps? Thank you so much!!!

Sex Pollen/Aphrodisiacs — Elrond x reader (anon)

Hello! Can I request Elrond x reader with the Sex Pollen/Aphrodisiac kink, and the scenario is either he accidentally mixes up some herbs and so he's the one who affected OR the reader stumbles upon it as a present or in the wild and goes to Elrond for help because 1. he's a healer and 2. he's her lover.

Hunter and Prey (Pet/Roleplaying) — Beleg x reader (anon)

Beleg x reader where they’re roleplaying - he’s the marchwarden and she’s his prey (someone not supposed to be in the borders)? Sorry if that doesn’t make much sense!

Cunnilingus — Glorfindel x reader (anon)

Cunnilingus with Glorfindel. Perhaps it’s the first time him and reader is meeting (back in Valinor or Imladris) at a ball/party and the sexual tension is high so reader challenges him to show her what his tongue can do since he’s a flirt. Sorry if its all too confusing. A little challenging playful argument between the two and she goes “you think yourself so high and mighty because your speech is impeccable…or rather your tongue!” I hope you can use the dialogue, or maybe make a change but go along the lines of it.

Breeding/Impregnation — Fingolfin x reader (anon): description of both requests will be merged into one fic since they carried the same pairings.

Good morning/evening, Mina!!! For Kinktober may I request Breeding/Impregnation kink with Fingolfin? Reader is his second wife and queen in ME and she nervously confesses to wanting kids but is surprised when Fingolfin says he wants them too and just some loving, filthy smut? Thanks.

Hi Mina! Requesting breeding kink/impregnation with Fingolfin please! Maybe it’s been a while since reader and him have been intimate and there have been rumors spreading around court that you are not doing your duty in bed by producing an heir, so you entice Fingolfin to bed again by insinuating Feanor is better in bed because he has more children than Fingolfin, which ignites his breeding kink. Thank you!

Lingerie — Curufin x reader (anon): I found similarities in both requests and decided that I will merge them into one fic, keeping true to the main kink.

Hi Mina! For the mirror kink, may I request either Egalmoth, where Egalmoth wants you to see how pretty you are as you come undone for him or Curufin, as he adorns you in the jewellery he’s made for you while taking you in front of a mirror so you see how pretty you are? Thank you so much! Love your writing :)

Hello Mina!!! I’m so happy that requests are back on board baby!! Booyah!! Can I get a curufin with a lingerie kink inspired by your ‘What turns them on’ headcanons you did for the Feanorians. It does have a bit of mirror kink/admiration play in it since Curufin is admiring her just her jewelleries (that’s her lingerie), but you can ignore that and just keep his lover decked out in just her jewelleries for him. Thank you

Body-worship/Praising — Egalmoth x reader (anon)

Reader finds it difficult to imagine someone like Egalmoth, a high and noble esteemed elf of Gondolin would even bat and eyelash in her direction and fall in love. She’s convinced that he was only saying those sweet words to her because he didn’t want to embarrass her or let her down, so he decides to show her that she was very much loved and adored by him ignoring the human aspect.

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