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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 · 2 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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pri-rp · 5 months ago

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The way they're grabbed- the protective nature- right. Toriel had been similarly terrified first time she saw them do this. There's a laugh, and as simply as patting their chest it's back out of sight. "It's... I'm a bit more determined then most things can handle, but I appreciate the concern."

They were already possessed- it was just more mutual then normal.

"Anyways. This wouldn't be the first time my Soul's been hunted for one reason or another. I know what I'm doing; I'm more concerned about you. This isn't a position you're used to. And if they come at me... I've learned how to put up a grid. It'd stop them in their tracks and force them to play fair." But they can agree to that plan.

"Then I guess I'm sticking close to you."

"You can take your soul out?!" Shy squeaks, looking on in fear and confusion. She gets closer to Frisk, putting an arm around the child as if she shield them; this place is dangerous, and a soul shouldn't be left unprotected here. "Keep it inside your body!"

Her voice comes out as a desperate whisper. "If it's outside of you, demons can get into your body without a fight! I think...I think we should keep ahold of them, at least for now. If it gets desperate, I'll give mine to you and we can put them both in the box, but for now? You should be very careful! Guard your soul with your life!"

#pri: frisk #dreamsofalife #awwww #frisk keeps collecting parents #Event: Shy Soul Security

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 5 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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moremaybank · 2 years ago

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MELT — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary snapshots of your swoon-worthy relationship with jj (based on the song "melt" by kehlani)

warnings none. hella fluff. also, soft!jj

author's note i left out the ending of the song because it just would've been redundant. i hope that's okay!

jj masterlist ;; valentine's event ‘23 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

i can’t tell where your hair ends and mine begins

if i ain’t have all these tattoos, i would think that it’s your skin

if i move too quick past you, i would think it’s my reflection

being this close isn’t close enough

you could tell every time we touch, every time we, oh

security. harmony. joy.

these were just some of the sentiments experienced by being together. there was a certain safety that you’d found in one another. it wrapped around the two of you like a lush blanket, much like the one the two of you were constantly under, and the warmth from it surrounded your hearts. it was fiery and beautiful. so powerful that it could make you melt into one.

and you did. every day.

the bed was warm, the heat of your bodies radiating onto the sheets and thick covers. sunshine was beaming through the sheer curtains, allowing a golden aura to light up the dimly lit bedroom. fingers danced along bare skin, soft kisses being painted upon each other with love. there was a simple contentment you and jj found just by holding each other.

“i never thought i could love anybody like this,” jj murmured, lips moving against your temple as his hand moved up your side. his heated touch left goosebumps in his wake, making you shiver. “you feel like something i pulled straight out of my dreams.”

“what do you mean?” you asked. a shy smile graced your features as you shifted in his arms, your chest now pressed to his as your hand came up to his face. you let your fingers trace along his sharp features, once again in pure disbelief at how gorgeous your boyfriend really was.

he shrugged. “i don’t know…i guess i never really saw the point in falling in love until i met you. you changed my whole damn world with that heart of gold, baby. you’re the one who cracked my heart open. you’re the one who made me feel heard. you’re the one who made me feel safe. whenever i’m around you, my heart beats out of my damn chest. my mind goes all fuzzy, and i can barely catch my breath. i wanna be around you and hold you in my arms all the time. sometimes i wish i could live inside your skin.”

“that’s kind of gross, j,” you joked.

“shut up,” he chuckled in response, “i’m serious. look, the only thing my dad has actually ever taught me is that love hurts. but it’s not like that with you. you make everything better. i just love you so damn much.”

“baby,” you cooed, your eyes welling with tears of joy. you leaned in, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. “i love you too. it’s you and me, j.”

“it's you and me."

wish i could build me a cute apartment

one-bedroom right where your heart is

inch of space feels broken-hearted

across the bed feels way too far and

i wonder when they see just one, do they see us two?

ooh, oh

there was a soul tie between you and jj. a healthy one formed with love. it kept you linked as if you were tied together with an invisible string.

even when the two of you were apart — which neither of you was ever thrilled about because if you’d had it your way, you’d be together all twenty-four hours of the day — you still felt so connected to each other. you both carried the love you shared in your hearts and souls and brought that love everywhere either of you went.

still, it didn’t stop either of you from being upset when you were forced apart.

“do you have to go?” you pouted as you watched jj pack his belongings into his backpack.

“baby, i’ve been staying here for three weeks now. i’ve been wearing and re-wearing the same shit. i need fresh clothes,” he laughed softly, looking at you from over his shoulder. “i’ll be back tomorrow, i promise.”

you sulked further, getting up from the edge of the bed and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. the left side of your face rested against his shoulder blade as you cuddled into him. “you do know i have a washing machine, right?”

he turned around in your holds, cradling your face in his hands as he tilted your head up to look at him. “you know i don’t like leaving you. things would be easier if we lived together. that way, i’d be here all the time, and i wouldn’t be such a crap roommate to john b.”

you let his words sink in, the wheels in your brain turning as you thought of an idea. “so, let’s.”

“let’s what?”

“let’s live together. you’re always staying for weeks at a time, and it completely sucks whenever you have to leave. maybe you don’t have to anymore.”

jj cocked his brow, “are you serious?”

“as a heart attack, my love.”

with that, jj’s arms wrapped around your waist, and he lifted you up, twirling you around in the air. you both giggled away cheerfully, embracing each other tightly.

“i’m moving in, baby!”

that’s when i melt into you, oh-oh-oh

i melt into you, oh

that’s when i melt into you

melt into you, melt into you, oh

jj loved to watch you sleep.

not in a creepy way, but in a way where he could take the time to take you all in. the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you took each breath in. the way your long lashes kissed the tops of your cheeks lightly as they fluttered. the hints of a smile pulling at the corners of your lips subconsciously. you were so angelic; sometimes, jj struggled to believe that you were real and not just a figment of his wild imagination.

he remembered the first time he’d admired you in your slumber, deeming you his personal sleeping beauty.

you were at the chateau with the pogues, having come together for a movie night. you and jj were just friends at the time, but you were as close as ever, like two peas in a pod. you’d fallen asleep cuddled into his lap, one hand under your cheek and the other resting on his lower thigh, just above his knee. your touch sent a thrill through him, sparks igniting inside of him due to your warmth. your hair was out of your face, and the light from the tv cast over your features. it illuminated the dewy, natural glow of your skin, dancing along the tip of your nose, your chin, and the cheekbone that was visible to him. you were always beautiful to him, but there must have been something in the air that night because his heart threatened to burst just by admiring how peaceful you looked.

jj carefully smoothed a hand up your arm, landing on your shoulder as he traced circles onto your skin with his thumb. you shifted, still asleep, but your hand moved from his knee and grasped his. you wove your fingers with his and brought your joined hands to your chest, keeping them close to your heart. and that was the moment he knew he’d fallen in love with you so deeply that nothing could ever waver it.

and now, when you were deep in your sleep, you would reach out and pull him closer to you, just like you had that night. even if the two of you were skin-to-skin, as close as you could possibly be without morphing into one, you’d always wanted for him to be closer. and jj could never deny you because what he wanted was the same. he’d sigh into your scorching touch, kiss the nearest spot his lips could reach, and melt into you.

he hoped that every night for the rest of his life could look exactly like this.

matching your breath, follow your chest up and down

hopin’ you let secrets spill out your mouth and

inhale, exhale, breathe me in

with every breath, i’m sinkin’ in

no way to describe it, i’m a riot

if i wake up and i’m somehow beside you

instead of inside you, that shouldn’t surprise you

you don’t even notice, no need to remind you

you’d had past relationships before jj, and each time, you thought you had a good idea of what love was supposed to be. with every new romantic endeavour, each one better than the last, your perception of love grew more profound and poetic.

but as soon as you started spending time with jj, you discovered that you couldn’t have been more wrong.

being with jj just felt right. being with him gave you a stillness that seemed almost too good to be true. his love settled you. it grounded you on earth, though you felt like you were floating in space. it was a once in a lifetime type of connection, and you knew it would last.

“should i be nervous? we’ve been walking for a while, now, j,” you spoke, your eyes forced shut due to the blindfold jj had covered them with.

“shhh. we’re almost there, babe. this will all be worth it, i swear.” jj replied, guiding your steps from behind you. his hands were braced on your upper arms as he helped you walk, and his touch added the comfort you needed as you worried about where he was taking you.

“you know i can hear the waves crashing, right? and i can feel the sand underneath my shoes?”

“c’mon, pretty girl. play along,” he whined.

“alright,” you huffed, “i will.”

jj grinned, although you couldn’t see it as he continued to help you make your way toward the surprise he had planned.

“okay,” he said, coming to a halt. “stay there, don’t move. and don’t take the blindfold off until i say so.”

“um…okay?” you stood there waiting as you heard some low shuffling, and then what sounded like something being set down.

“alright, baby. open up.”

you removed the blindfold, and your gaze landed on jj. he was laying on top of a blanket set down on the sand. there was a picnic basket and a bouquet of roses to the right of him, along with a bottle of high-end champagne — one that you were slightly worried that he stole, but you put that on the back burner for now. the moonlight shone brightly, illuminating jj’s setup.

“what’s all this?” you asked, your voice nearly caught in your throat. he motioned you over with his hand, and you obliged, making your way over to him.

“i wanted to do something special for you. we’ve both been working non-stop, and we barely get to see each other. tonight was the first night that our schedules matched up, so i wanted to take advantage of it. give you the date night you deserved.”

you remained silent, and he chuckled at the evident shock on your face.

“is this your way of proposing?” you questioned.

jj laughed softly, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “hell nah, babe. when i propose, it’s going to be ten times more extravagant than all this. you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

“lord help me if that’s true,” you spoke, your lips forming into a grin. you leaned in, giving him a slow, gentle kiss. “thank you for this. i love you.”

“i love you too, princess.”

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quotergirl19 · 11 months 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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pearlprincess02 · 11 months 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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crd:

7h + 7h ruler

8h + 8h ruler + composite eros in houses

9h + 9h ruler

10h + 10h ruler + composite vesta in houses

11h + 11h ruler + composite chiron in houses + composite juno in houses + composite pholus in houses

12h + 12h ruler

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pri-rp · 5 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.

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doodle-pops · 1 year ago

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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.

#kinktober request list 2023 #mina's kinktober 2023 #my wips #request wips

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pri-rp · 5 months ago

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"It's just the lighting. With as much control over my soul I have, and the strength of my determination, it... shows sometimes. Especially when more emotive." they say it so simply- it's a line they've used before, and it's not dishonest. it was the fact of conjoined soul that it showed at all- those extra bumps were Chara, after all.

"I'm sorry we got you mixed up in this. I know you've seen a lot in your day, but still...this has to be upsetting."

"Wait...did your eyes just change color?"

#pri: chara #dreamsofalife #Event: Shy Soul Security

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fangaminghell · 6 months ago

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( @valkyrie-of-the-rising-sun )

A hopefully quick debrief of the very self indulgent Supernatural Au!!!

How it started: I literally was just thinking about Sasha, and if he was a mermaid. Literally couldn't stop thinking about it, bc Sasha already is so fun to think about, but him as a man eating mermaid? Impossible to ignore.

What came after: I don't remember the exact events that lead to it, but at some point 1) I started to imagine what my other ocs would be like as monsters and 2) my friend Rowan ( @eclysia ) added Asfrith to the table ( bc at this point, Asfrith being tied to Sasha or ( especially) Isador was always a given, hehe) as a researcher of sorts of monsters. He uh. Was almost drowned by Sasha before Sasha thought it would be very funny to let him live. And thus started....whatever they got going on. Because Isador is Devil in Paragon, I thought it'd make sense if the twins were both demons in this au, and by proxy, Flynn. I could go into deeper detail but the main gist is that things Expanded than just " omg Mermaid Sasha he's so hot".

How's it going: While the world building is super set in stone, I'm honestly having fun here lol. Au's are great for showing sides of characters that aren't usually shown in canon. The post about Teddy is a big example.

I know this was supposed to be short but lemme breakdown the characters so far reaaaal quick:

Sasha: Mermaid. Favorites past time is sinking ships, eating humans, and looking amazing. Is currently having fun with his new little play thang ( Asfrith). Was planning on killing him when he finally gets bored but uh. Maybe not?

Isador: One half of the Arkwright Twins, he's still a grumpy bitch, but when business calls, he knows how to put on a performance~ Got connected to Asfrith when he summoned the two for a deal. Instead of taking Asfrith's soul like Isador wanted, Teddy instead offered to look after their cousin Flynn, hence, the two becoming more connected than Isador thought would be necessary.

Teddy: The other half of the Arkwright Twins, and is usually considered the friendly options. It doesn't help that he looks more angelic compared to his brother: no he's not half angel, he just looks like that. Great for business, easier to lure people into a false sense of security- Ahem. A sweetheart who can and will go on a rampage if you dare hurt his family. May or may not be a bit of gremlin. Who's to say ( Isador. Isador is to say)

Flynn: The twins younger cousin, a kitsune that is often in disguise in the village where this whole thing is taking place. She's terribly shy, and has low self confidence, much preferring to be away from the attention. Her parents believe they have power over the village - they don't - and often pester Flynn to do something in order to increase their- I mean her status. Really, her only solis her cousins, and bc of their business they tend to be too busy to visit. It's a lonely life, but she's fine....at least, she think she is until two humans(?) show up in her life

Imani: The only human of my ocs so far! Well not really, but I'll explain that later. Her story isn't fully fleshed out, but she's Asfrith self appointed assistant! She happens to hang out with monsters more often than not, even getting along with those she really really shouldn't be! But it's okay, more friends means a greater time!

Arrow: I'm still not sure but I'm working on it I swear! Maybe a harpy, but still gotta think about it.

Other ocs: So, this au is actually a build up on the old mermaid au I had featuring Leo and the reborn gang. Given how I didn't exactly want to get rid of it, I just decided that the old au and this au are the same thing, with different things happening to different people. They don't all have to know each other, these stories are, for the most part, separate but within the same time and place, basically. Aaaand. Yeah!

This was not short at all! Lmao. Hoped it was decent context though. Probably not, since it. Doesn't fully explain Teddy. Ah well.

#r rambles #<- i am not tagging everyone lmao

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dankusner · 13 days ago

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The Naïveté Behind Post-Election Despair

What sort of reply can one offer to a person who has already decided that the world ends here?

A postmortem is meant to make sense of tragic occurrences and yet, at bottom, it is designed to soothe.

“What went wrong?” is a perfectly sane response to something gone wrong, and the postmortem helps relieve that question of its daunting open-endedness.

Secure in its knowledge, forensic in its detail, it is an account of past events which comes complete with quiet warning for the future.

Contrary to the title of the long-running TV program, people prefer solved mysteries—or at least a passable theory of the case.

There’s a reason we too often recall that first line Joan Didion dispensed in “The White Album”:

“We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”

If the best thing is for the worst to not have happened, then the next best thing is to be told how and why it did in terms that are familiar, dulling shock with explication.

This genre of opining—in social posts, op-eds, newsletters, network appearances, essays, and podcast episodes, by professionals and amateurs and amateurish professionals alike—has flooded forth since Donald Trump won, and won decisively, yet another purported contest for our nation’s soul.

Alongside the self-styled punditry, pop-culture enthusiasts have petitioned for anything that may pass as counterprogramming, namely in requests for the superlative “comfort watch.”

A comfort watch, unburdened foil to the “guilty pleasure,” is not necessarily so-named for what it is but, rather, for what it provides;

it is called upon to relieve the viewer of her frontal lobe and all activity therein when the going gets too unappealing to bear.

As the election postmortems have turned toward expected idioms—comfort idioms, if you will, such as “identity politics,” “gender war,” “working class”—streaming services may well register an uptick in views of feel-good sitcoms such as “The Office,” “Parks & Recreation,” and “30 Rock.”

Tapping into both of these complementary modes of coping at once, Steve Burns, the founding host of the children’s program “Blue’s Clues,” posted his own post-election digest to TikTok last Wednesday.

The video shows Burns brandishing two coffee mugs—one for each of you, the gesture implies—before leaning against a paddock fence; ambient noise from the autumnal landscape supplies the only sound, other than an audible exhale from Burns, who is otherwise silent, staring into the distance, every now and again glancing into the lens, nodding with a slight purse of his lips.

The video concludes just shy of a minute.

“Didn’t even say anything. Just cried,” one comment reads.

The verified account for Calm, an app delivering guided meditations, left a note on the video punctuated with a blue heart emoji.

A user going by Emilee wrote, “I bet you didn’t think you’d still be raising us all these years later, Steve, but thank you for still being here.”

There is no telling Emilee’s age, or that of the tens of thousands of other users who’ve left comparably teary replies, but their tokens of gratitude smack of something millennial.

My generation, particularly those on the junior end, has earned a reputation for arrested development, for allegedly tossing aside ritual benchmarks of adulthood, thumbing our noses at its expected stability by turning it into a feckless gerund—“adulting.”

Yet diagnosing the generation with a widespread inability to deal seems far too pat to explain the current outpouring, given the prevalence of temper tantrums thrown by the middle-aged.

(Anyone privy to the goings-on on Facebook can attest that this condition is not delimited by age.)

Not the provenance of any particular cohort, the perceived puerility of our era might better be attributed to the social Internet’s having made itself the mirror through which our self-image is rapidly reconstituted.

That some portion of the Internet would find succor in a fifty-nine-second TikTok video of a former children’s-television host standing in silence says as much about which forms of expression receive promotion online as it does about the emotional maturity of Web users.

The social Internet, as it’s been carved up by the leviathans of tech, gamifies displays of feeling, rewarding the appearance of emotional reciprocation while providing relatively little in exchange.

It creates the conditions that have encouraged liberals to fall apart on the Internet over a political loss that has seemingly dispossessed them of the ability to imagine moving onward. “What do we do now?” is a common refrain, tossed off like a rhetorical question. As one post on X, formerly Twitter, read, capturing the mood, “sorry but how is anyone meant to do anything anymore. how are people meant to just carry on like this isn’t one of the worst days in western history.”

It’s not the surprise that unsettles me—on the contrary, it is irritating how swiftly the yes-no-maybe-so band of professional prognosticators has reassembled, with the benefit of hindsight, to deliver the stern news that the election results were always inevitable.

Nor do I mean to take issue with the fear—the intentions of the President-elect are indeed ghastly every which way, and the future is, as it ever was, unknown. What I have found disconcerting is a manner of expression that would have you believe the reëlection of Donald Trump is something singular, revealing—finally!—America’s previously unseen heart of darkness. And “dark” is precisely the favored image—“dark times,” “dark days,” untroubled by this nation’s habitual ascription of “dark” and “light”—the same “metaphorical shortcuts” placed under inspection in Toni Morrison’s landmark study “Playing in the Dark.” The recourse to symbolism, a form of saying without saying, treats as collective a sentiment that is, in fact, rather alienating—for what sort of reply may be proffered to the person who has already decided that the world ends here? There is a certain performativity to this, by which I don’t mean the degraded, present-day usage of the term but the one that the philosophers J. L. Austin and Judith Butler intended when they defined it—a speech act that creates reality. Public displays of hopelessness reinforce stuckness, the sense that there is nothing to be done. It doesn’t help that a number of voters who’d hung their hopes on Harris are now directing their ire toward fellow-voters (Latinos and Muslims and antiwar protesters, oh my!) in lieu of Democratic leadership. Despite the fact that we’ve seen this very outcome before, we have once again managed to interpret a U.S. election as exceptional.

Certainly, the Democratic campaign for President did little to help its partisans understand America in the “context of […] what came before,” as the losing candidate’s axiom went. In August, I attended the Democratic National Convention, where a multiracial roster of stars boasted of the Party’s near-bicentennial vintage—never mind how the Party that contributed to the nadir of U.S. race relations had occupied itself until the nineteen-fifties or so. The speeches impressed in their continuity of message, if continuity is impressive, and dissipated like vapor, premised as they were on the negatory message that this candidate was neither Trump nor Biden. The most affirmative and venturous case made regarded the right to abortion—and thank goodness—which some Democrats have historically been skittish about defending by its name—to all of our detriment, I would say. Other issues with teeth were left outside of the arena and, the campaign surely hoped, therefore out of mind. You would never know, for instance, that the past four years had seen two of the largest protest movements in U.S. history—you would not know what those movements were protesting, for the D.N.C. appeared to be uninterested in letting their causes be heard. Those in attendance, with “U.S.A.!” chants at the ready, seemed fine with that. There are certain Americans who, becalmed by competency, articulate their politics as a search for the grownup in the room. They do so while seemingly unaware of what putting politics in such terms implies about themselves. I fear that their helpless daze will chart a path toward retreating from the shows of grit that were required of us before this election and will now be needed as surely as ever.

Four years ago, the events of 2020, sourcing rage in part from Trump’s win in 2016, facilitated a political awakening among a class of people unaccustomed to think of themselves as political outside of a ballot box. These people, professedly shaken alert by the murder of George Floyd, and what felt like the brutal, bipartisan apathy of the state, were supposed to be seizing the moment to find community, to read those anti-racist books they bought, to cling to a future worthy of their present striving. Why does it seem as if these same Americans—having pinned their dreams on a candidate who bent over rightward, whose promises hinged on not moving backward while glossing over the realities of the present—are once again at a complete loss for orientation in the world, as though the teat has been taken away? Grow up, I want to say, perhaps uncharitably. Now is the time for an adult politics, a politics that is hardy and literate, drawing its reserves not from the lulling precincts of self-care but from urgent struggles ongoing. Go! And, if not, by God, get out of the way. ♦

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jj-stay · 1 year ago

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An Intimate Slumber

Intro: Hey everyone, it's your girl [jj-stay] here! I'm so excited to be writing this post and sharing my latest fanfiction with you all! This fanfiction centers around [bts] and features [reader], and is suitable for readers of all [16] and older.

TW: [mentions of skz Holding s/o's boobs]

Word Count: 794

Request: [no]

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic Comedy

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real-life actions or events is purely coincidental.

Summary: A quirky phenomenon leads to BTS members discovering the unexpected truth about their sleeping habits. With newfound knowledge, they embark on a journey to adapt to their unique needs while deepening their bond with their girlfriends.

Chapter 1: A Whimsical Discovery

Jin's Reaction:

Jin, always the gentleman, stumbled upon the peculiar phenomenon one night while seeking comfort in his girlfriend's embrace. Startled yet curious, he lifted his head to find solace in her nurturing presence. Jin, being the considerate person he is, would lightly chuckle, embracing the situation with modesty, and thinking about how to best accommodate this newfound quirk. Initiating a heartfelt conversation, he would discuss his observations and make sure his girlfriend felt comfortable being his sleeping partner. The night ended in tender whispers and promises to find creative ways to adapt to their new companionship.

Chapter 2: An Unexpected Discovery

Yoongi's Reaction:

Yoongi, the embodiment of warmth and comfort, discovered the phenomenon on a tiring day when he simply needed a breath of relief. As his girlfriend turned over in her sleep, her gentle breath grazed his cheek, acting as a lullaby to his restless mind. Noticing his dependence on her presence, Yoongi might be caught off guard initially, his usual composed demeanor faltering for a moment. However, with a small, contented smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he would embrace the situation, acknowledging the trust and security he feels when he's close to his girlfriend. He would revel in the newfound knowledge, swearing to hold onto her more tightly, ensuring she understands just how important she is to him.

Chapter 3: A Surprising Revelation

Namjoon's Reaction:

Namjoon, a deep-thinker and intellectual, discovered this phenomenon by chance while studying the intricacies of his girlfriend's sleeping patterns. Fascinated by the synchronization of their breathing and heartbeats, he would greet this revelation with curiosity and a touch of amazement. This newfound knowledge would spark a series of philosophical discussions with his girlfriend, as they mused over the scientific basis behind their primal connection. Namjoon would cherish their intellectual bond and use it as a means to strengthen their relationship both in and out of the bedroom.

Chapter 4: A Soothing Admiration

Hoseok's Reaction:

Hoseok, always in high spirits, stumbled upon this phenomenon during a playful late-night tickle session with his girlfriend. Caught off guard by the soothing sensation, Hoseok would erupt into a fit of laughter that echoed through the room. Eventually, his laughter would subside, leaving behind a comforting silence. With a soft smile plastered on his face, Hoseok would express his awe at the unexpected discovery, cherishing the newfound closeness between him and his girlfriend. From that day forward, they would engage in playful banter and tickle wars, knowing that their bond is impossible to resist.

Chapter 5: A Gentle Embrace

Jimin's Reaction:

Jimin, a charismatic and affectionate soul, would stumble upon this quaint phenomenon during a night of gentle caresses and sweet whispers. Feeling a sense of solace as his girlfriend's hand brushed against his bare chest, he would lock eyes with her before a shy, contagious giggle escaped his lips. With a warm smile illuminating his face, Jimin would express his adoration, believing this newfound connection to be a testament to the depth of their relationship. From that point forward, he would wrap his arms around his girlfriend more tightly, cherishing each moment they spent in each other's embrace.

Chapter 6: A Contented Sleep

Taehyung's Reaction:

Taehyung, a free-spirited and wide-eyed explorer, would discover this phenomenon during a late-night cuddling session with his girlfriend. In awe of the tranquil yet profound comfort he finds in her presence, Taehyung would express his emotions through subtle gestures: a soft sigh, a lingering touch. His eyes would twinkle with childlike wonder as he gazes at her peacefully sleeping form. Taehyung would embrace this newfound knowledge, grateful for the unique connection he shares with his girlfriend, and use it as inspiration in his artistic endeavors.

Chapter 7: A Blissful Surrender

Jungkook's Reaction:

Jungkook, the embodiment of youthful innocence and vulnerability, would stumble upon this phenomenon after a long, exhausting day. Surrendering to the blissful comfort of his girlfriend's embrace, Jungkook would find solace in her nurturing presence. Initially startled by the realization, he would shyly chuckle before snuggling deeper into her arms. Lovingly accepting this newfound revelation, Jungkook would utter a soft "I love you" in a barely audible whisper. From that moment forward, his girlfriend's peaceful sleeping form would become his sanctuary, fueling his dreams with warmth and love.

Epilogue: A Deeper Connection

As the nights pass and BTS members discover their unique sleeping habits, they embark on a journey of self-discovery, deepening their connections with their girlfriends. With newfound knowledge, they learn to appreciate the power of intimacy and trust, creating a bond that goes beyond mere physical attachment. In the end, they realize that these quirks only serve to strengthen their relationships, making every night a tender and intimate experience they will eternally cherish.

#fanfiction #fanfic #kpop #kpopfanfic #kpopfanfiction #kpopimagina #bts #btsimagine #btsimagines #bts imagines #@kflixnet

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okayigetitifuckedup · 1 year ago

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Alice's Alley: The Final Countdown - Just One Week to the Wedding of the Century!

Hello, my beauties!

Oh. My. Glitter! We're nearly there! First things first, a MASSIVE shoutout to all 90k of you! Yes, you read that right, our little community has exploded over the past weeks. Over 50k new subscribers - and I've a sneaky suspicion it’s all because of the upcoming nuptial extravaganza. I see you, fellow wedding enthusiasts! Welcome to the fam!

Let’s get to the good stuff, shall we? The big event is being held at Wayne Manor. That's right, the most opulent, historic, and downright stunning location in all of Gotham. Can you even imagine the splendor? The vast gardens, the sprawling mansion, and oh, those chandeliers! And, I mean, with Bruce Wayne's endless riches, he could probably afford to have Batman handle the security.

Speaking of dresses and fashion disasters averted, you all remember my all-black number fiasco, right? Well, thanks to you style-savvy souls, I’ve opted for a pristine white gown with delicate black lace trim that screams ‘sophistication meets sass’. And every time I see it, my heart does a little twirl.

And because I'm committed to looking my absolute best, I've been making regular trips to the tanning salon. Goal? A sun-kissed glow to perfectly complement that ravishing dress. Here's hoping the sun is as excited as I am on the big day!

Now, the Joker issue. It's natural to have jitters, but trust me, the security for this event? It's tighter than my first attempt at a corset! Bruce Wayne is leaving no stone unturned to ensure everything goes off without a hitch. I, for one, feel pretty safe!

Last, but certainly not least, I'm yearning to hear YOUR wedding tales or dreams. Whether it's a funny story, a tearjerker, or a fabulous idea, spill the beans in the comments. Engage, engage, engage!

Alright, fashionistas, signing off for now. But you know the drill, I'll be back with all the juicy tidbits post-celebration.

Stay sparkling, Alice 💄💋

P.S. A teeny request: If you're enjoying these updates, don’t be shy, hit that 'like' button and share the love. Can we make it 100k before the vows are exchanged?

#batman fanfiction #harley quinn #joker #the dark knight trilogy #be nice to me #tdk #batman the animated series #the dark knight #be nice #bruce wayne #batman begins #batman #fanfics #fanfic #fanfiction #the dark knight fanfic

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ratsoh-writes · 2 years ago

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Finn (seaswap sans): Finn is an energetic, gentle and caring monster. He loves organization and making future plans. And he’s happiest in a large group. He’s a total extrovert. Unfortunately his giving nature can make him a bit of a pushover at times. He has a hard time telling people no.

He works with the royal navy’s recruiting program. He’s in charge of a scouts (teenage) troop and will organize activities, help them get merit badges, and will pass on to the navy which ones qualify for a military scholarship.

Sails (seaswap papyrus): Sails is a gentle and curious character with nearly every one he meets. He’s a bit of a tease, but is so sweet about it that he often gets away with it, even with people he’s just met. However he’s a chronic procrastinator and has a big lazy side.

Finn recently graduated college with a bachelors in marine biology, but he hasn’t found a job in his field. Right now he works at a smoke an incense shop.

Hook (seafell sans): Hook is a confident, rough and proud person. He enjoys conflict and will start fights when bored. With friends he’s playful, cheeky and excitable. When he’s with strangers he’s aggressive, posturing and all around confrontational.

Hook works for the Royal Navy in border control. He patrols the sea around ebott as one of captains crew. He’s praised for his tracking skills and refusal to give up a case. He is second in command on the crew and when not tracking down traffickers and smugglers, He’s helping take care of crew disputes.

Captain (seafell papyrus): At first glance, captain seems charming and warm like the ideal leader. He’s a cheerful person, always grinning. Under the surface though he’s much colder and calculating. He is a competitive and proud monster. However he’s a wonderful leader to anyone in his crew. He couldn’t care less about the rest of the world.

Captain is the captain of one of the border patrol troops of the Royal Navy. He takes his countries security very seriously, and his crews safety even more seriously. Each member is taken well care of. He has a reputation of being impossible to escape, and his interrogation methods always get him the location of more criminals. The underworld fears him.

Quill (birdtale sans): Quill is a soft spoken and observant character. Because of his small stature and his quiet nature, he’s often overlooked. He’s the quiet guy who somehow knows everybody’s secrets and doesn’t know what to do with them. Quill is a kind person and has a real dirty sense of humor once you get past his shy outer shell.

For work, he’s an electrical engineer. Because of his flight, he’s always tasked with the more dangerous jobs like fixing power lines.

Crow (birdtale papyrus): Crow is extremely intelligent and is a fiercely loyal and caring monster. He always falls into the role of mom friend with anyone he meets, but can be rather bossy sometimes. Crow is usually serious, but he seems to get along with silly or flamboyant people great.

For work, crow is a secretary/event planner. He works for the mettas and sets up their schedules for them along with helping organize some of the festivals. He’s highly valued by them and he adores his job and his bosses.

Lens (fallouttale sans): Lens is a sad guilt ridden person. He hides it behind a blank mask making most people’s first impression of him as empty headed. Lens is slowly working through his misplaced guilt over the fallout and is learning how to be happy again. He is a kind and gentle soul when he’s with loved ones. And he’s an extremely supportive friend. He’s the guy who’d teach himself everything he could about an obscure show so his bestie could have someone to talk about it with.

He works at the nuclear power plants and core on keeping them stable, and safely disposing of waste products.

Cricket (fallouttale papyrus): Cricket is a total firecracker of a monster. Extremely temperamental and defensive, he’s always ready to throw hands. On the flip side though, cricket is also playful, curious and super loyal to those who earned it. It’s hard to gain his friendship, but treat him good because you do any of his dealbreakers and he’ll drop you without a second thought. Cricket can hold grudges for years when he feels slighted.

He bought a plot of land where he owns a junkyard. He will take peoples old appliances and clean them up to resell the parts. He also is a dab hand at machines and fixes cars and machinery under the table.

Tempo (theatretale sans): He’s a passionate and cheerful monster, always lost in his own little world. Tempo is hard to put down. He has wonderful self esteem and a bit of an ego. Luckily he balances it out by lifting his friends up.

tempo is a rather famous music composer and has written songs for bands and composed background music for movies.

Vibrato (theatretale papyrus): Vibrato is cheeky, kind, a tiny bit flirty, and seems to draw crowds of monsters and people to him. He’s extremely charismatic and loves people. He’s a bit naïve and innocent however so he’s fiercely protected by his true friends from the rabid fans

Vibrato is an amazing singer. His voice has beautiful range and volume, and he has trained it since he was practically a baby. Vibrato sings with his AUs mettaton, mettatune, in a band called Look Skyward. He also can play the bass. When he isn’t touring he does a bit of acting and has appeared in a few movies too as a side role.

I’m looking at some of my old posts and have realized that a lot of the character descriptions aren’t very accurate with how I write the characters now. So I’ll be be redoing each skeledudes general personality description (and job description) and reblogging this post each day until I have all of them ;)

Sans: He’s our typical lazy and punny guy! Sans is a real people’s man and has friends and connections all over. Despite finding across as a charismatic extrovert, he’s actually very introverted and enjoys his friends in controlled doses. Sans is a playful prankster at heart. His favorite reactions from his victims is the face of blank confusion as they witness his quiet little acts of chaos. Sans is a very guarded monster who doesn’t typically show a lot of emotion beyond surface level. It takes a long time to earn enough trust for him to open up. A long long time. Sans is also a scholar at heart. The only time you’ll ever see him truly work is when something is interesting enough for him to feel passionate about

His job is a nuclear engineer! Sans is researching ways to combine nuclear energy with magic to make safer and cleaner energy sources

Papyrus: he’s the true definition of an optimist. Papyrus can always see the best in any person or situation. Because of this, people may think that he’s naive. He isn’t, he just stays strong to his ideals and is stubborn enough to ignore any criticism. Papyrus lives for seeing his friends and family succeed. In fact, he’s at his happiest when he makes others happy. This makes him the ultimate cheerleader friend. Pair that with a very empathetic and observant personality, and you have a guy who can get along with almost anyone. However, his passion is also his greatest flaw. When papyrus gets really into something, he sometimes doesn’t see the risks involved and will continue on to that goal regardless. He’s impulsive

For his job, he owns an escape room! It’s actually several different rooms: a large main room, four smaller surrounding ones, the lobby, and a medium room for parties. The puzzles and themes of the rooms change every other month

Star (underswap sans): he’s an adorable positive energy ball of PURE EVIL. Ok ok, not true evil of course, but Star is a manipulative little imp. He goes by the rule of: “if you won’t treat me like an adult, then I’m going to take advantage of it.” He’s definitely not above using his looks to get what he wants. With his friends, Star is easygoing and playful. He loves to tease and flirt and prefers friends who can keep up with him. He’s also a bit of a scatterbrain and has a bad habit of taking on more than he can chew. Star is a wonderful motivator but has issues with being too pushy if he feels like his friend isn’t progressing fast enough.

His job is in the police force as a detective and SAR (search and rescue). His main priority is finding missing persons and taking out human trafficking rinks

Honey (underswap papyrus): honey is a total sweetheart. He can be pretty shy and anxious when you first meet him, but if you’re nice, he’s quick to latch on and adopt you into his friend group. When he’s comfortable, he’s a very chill and playful guy. He has a raging motherly streak and doesn’t realize sometimes that he’s nagging. Honey is a romantic at heart and just wants someone he can be sappy with. He does get very clingy since he assumes that most people are only around him because of Star. Don’t mess with his kitchen. He’s a total nerd and will happily fixate on almost any fandom with his friends

His job is an online translator. He mostly does written legal documents but also sometimes acts at the translator for zoom meetings. Honey prefers to work from home

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