#NOT TO DUMP A BUNCH OF TEXT BUT UH. HERE.

[wildflowercryptid]

please enjoy my analysis of these two's dynamic bc i can't stop thinking about them.

bonus w/ their actual in-depth feelings on their dramatic ass divorce :

i also feel like i should clarify what i mean by "florian's main goal." in mjverse, (aka my interpretations of the game's universe,) florian & juliana are siblings and essentially act as co-protagonists. while juliana is the more talented battler of the two and ends up serving as the main protagonist of the victory road & starfall street storylines because of that, florian wants to become a pokémon professor so he focuses on helping out arven in the path of legends storyline while filling out the pokédex. the only reason why he's a competent trainer is so that he doesn't get completely bodied by wild pokémon in the midst of doing field research. and yes, knowing that probably ends up making kieran's complex about his own skills as a trainer even worse.

[undertalebabbleblog]

UTDR 9th Anniversary Newsletter Musings

(Here's a link to the newsletter if you haven't already read it: Autumn 2024.) (It's spring right now where I am...) (Eh, oh well.)

First of all, Tori blowing fire to light the candles, very cool, might have to draw that.

Hmm, that's a lot of a certain number... You know what, I don't even have to go into this, we all know what it's referencing.

An interview with Sans, heck yeah!

As I expected, it's a joke, but... uh... just me, or does it seem like it might be talking about something else? Not entirely sure what, but I'm sure there's already plenty of theories despite it literally only coming out today. In any case, it was very amusing and some classic Undertale humour. Also

Jeez, Tori, it's been years, you've already made your feelings about Asgore's actions clear. Give the poor guy a break. (Link to the full interview if you wanna read it: Sans: What do you think about the number nine?)

...Toby? Toby, what does this mean? TOBY WHY DO YOU MAKE THE MOST INNOCUOUS STATEMENTS THAT HAVE SO MUCH POTENTIAL MEANING BEHIND THEM ...This is... ominous, to say the least, given the Snowgrave route and the fact that Toriel might join us in the Dark World in Chapter 3... ...I'm just overthinking this, right? ..........right???

Toby, this is the Undertale fandom you're talking to. Since when have we ever been responsible with Sans or his AUs? You should know better than to trust us with this skeleton by now. *Proceeds to use cup for strawberry milkshake* ....Dammit, now I want to draw him with a bunch of different-coloured eyes... just because...

Never misses a chance to do this sort of thing, does he? (It has my real name in it, which I don't really want to show, so have some badly edited screenshots instead.) I have made butterscotch cinnamon pie before and it was genuinely delicious. Would love to bake one in that Toriel pie tray. ...I wonder how a fish and chips pie would actually taste, though...?

PERFECTION

I would buy every single item of this kitchen merch if I had the money.

*vibrating intensely with excitement*

Very nice, always cool to see unused stuff and concepts.

. . .

*Well, there is a man here. *He might be happy to see you. *What do you think?

...I overthink these things too much.

And finally, we get a letter.

My best friend's favorite number is nine. It's because there isn't a number that's higher. 9. 99. 999. 9999. If everything gets high enough, You become invincible. Nothing can hurt you anymore. Nothing can hurt anyone anymore. But isn't it scary, to think there's a highest number? That, if you made 99 good memories, you couldn't hold anymore. So I don't like to keep count of the flowers we pick, or the times that they laugh, or how many scary faces they make. I just hope we'll be friends for 999 more years.

(Couldn't screenshot the whole thing because it was too big, so I just copied the text. Here's a link to the original: Letter) On one hand, the spacing is kind of reminiscent of what we assume is Gaster. But on the other hand, it's not in all caps, and the language is different, and from what we know of the mysterious scientist (which is quite frankly very little), it wouldn't make sense. There is, however, someone else that would make a lot more sense.

*I'll go get the flowers. *I should have laughed it off, like you did... *Okay, [Name], are you ready? *Do your creepy face!

And most telling of all, "My best friend"...

It's. It's Asriel. IT'S GOTTA BE AZZY OKAY COME ON, THERE'S THE MENTION OF THE SCARY FACES AND EVERYTHING

...Ahem.

My hypothesis is that it's Asriel Dreemurr.

Aaaaannnddd... that's it for this newsletter! I needed somewhere to dump my thoughts on it, and that's kinda what this blog is for, so yeah.

A very happy birthday to my favourite game of all time.

If you have any theories or observations about the newsletter, I'd love to see them!

See ya next time, Pup

[moonpie016]

(Weeeeee. *Throws*)

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20XX is just nice to draw. I don't know why, but yeah. Also tried to idk, add some random stuff to him. Will probably change in due time. But like it.

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Mind. Mind's lines from Be Born. Because I like it. Nothing else to it.

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Rambles ahead. But uh, enjoy.

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He still doesn't have a name yet. Whenever I come up with one, he'll be referred to. But Heart here... Is a confusing bunch of worries. Worries and nothing anxiousness for small things that no one else bothers to think.

Or, so he thinks at least. His mind clouds of hope of doing something that is more freeing, more fitting to him. To his actions. He acts, he talks, he does, he just IS himself. He's not exciting, rather more still, he provides no thrilling ideas, but more chill and calm. Plain. He loves company, and yet fears that doing anything out of the ordinary will cause him to be... He doesn't know..

He doesn't go do what the others do, because he's ok in his comfort space. Just sitting and drawing. And showing and talking about whatever interests him. He's done this for a long time. And he knows that he can't JUST do that. Because, that's not what everyone else is going to do. To stay. He doesn't know what to do in different situations. He doesn't know what to do without a command, or if he does, it's not what everyone else wants.

Because, again, he's... simple. And so, he doesn't do anything. Just draws. Spouts his ideas, and everyone loves them.

He's surprised. It's not like he's not appreciated, or loved.

But. He's slow, with... everything. While he writes and thinks of all, his other skills lack in comparison. He's intelligent, but also fueled with emotions. He is told to participate in activities he finds....not enjoyable. While it would be good for him to do. He's..stuck. He only knows what he knows to interact with that's comfortable to him.

Talk about the things he likes...and shows em off.

He's frightened of anything bad happening.

But, he can't be. He shouldn't be.

So, he just. Exists.

He wishes to not always think this way. He doesn't even know why he's writing this. He doesn't know why he's referring to himself in this embodiment of his own emotional side.

To why refer to herself as he, when talking in the third person, when you are she.

Maybe this is all too much. She'll be fine tomorrow. She'll be fine moments from now. Maybe this is an outlet to write. She's just confused and whatever this means, this sudden flow of emotions, small but still. Is for something.

This is a lot of words, and she doesn't know if many will read it. Might be odd to put it publicly. But. Eh. She's written before, just not as herself. So, the Heart is all what brings comfort. She doesn't want to bring anyone down, because that would feel terrible. Because she knows how that feels.

So, she only relates to lyrics from the music inside her ears.

Lots of words once more. She recounts. But, the other sides will always be there to hear the Heart.

So, he's finished his ramble of probably unimportant blues in his head. To spread to these others who are ..not of closer bond. Yet. He does it anyway. Why? Who knows.

And so, another dump of artwork with a BIG flow of text together. He's just tired, sleepy if you will. Tuck him in inside the blanket that hugs him. He'll be content, decent in no time.

The Moon is mellow and eyes fall, she's just tired. Writing and creating to her emotional random blues.

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[killerpancakeburger]

Bloody nose // Miguel O'Hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x female reader

Summary: You find out that your 14yo niece is spider-woman and are very pissed about her keeping it a secret from you. But as you're lecturing her, her boss from the spidersociety shows up. Needless to say you are not happy to see him.

Warnings: canon violence, swearing, mention of alcohol drinking.

Tags : comedy, action, slow burn, Reader has superpowers, but is neither a hero nor villain, BAMF!Reader, Reader takes no shit, Miguel takes a beating but he's fine I promise, no use of Y/N.

Words: 2539.

A/N: Haven't written fics in years and its my first time writing one in English so, uh, go easy on me i guess? 😅

Part 2

The night was falling on New York. The booming laughs of your coworkers were resonating in the bar where you were spending your evening after work.

Being a bodyguard/security guard meant working in a field oversaturated with testosterone, but you made it work somehow. After all, a demonstration of your powers was always enough to deter any doubts on your abilities, and the rare stubborn ones left who harassed you about it were eventually convinced by a good beating. You quickly gave up on hiding your powers, since no one who saw you get shot and walk away with bruises would believe you were normal. But that's when NDAs came in handy. All in all, you liked your current company, your boss, and your teammates. To the point of spending time with them outside work, which meant a lot coming from you.

You're sipping your beer on a stool as usual, listening in on the conversations, when a notification makes you look at your phone. It's a text from an unknown number with a file attached. The text, laconic, says: "Thought you might wanna know about this."

When you recognize what's happening on the picture you received, you spit out your beer in shock and start choking.

"What the fuck!" You manage to groan.

Unfortunately your behaviour haven't gone unnoticed by your coworkers, and before you can say anything else, they start poking fun at you.

"What's happening to you? Can't handle your alcohol anymore?

"I know the beer is bad but its not that bad. You're gonna give the barman a complex."

"Did you receive a thirst trap or something?"

You do not grace them with an answer.

Beyond the good-natured mockeries, you see your closest colleague discreetly checking that you're not really choking to your death.

You have no time to lose. You finish your glass in one shot and gets up. Protests and falsely upset booing rise around you.

"It's way too early to leave!"

You cut short the argument with two words: "duty calls", which everyone of them know is code for “urgent private family matters”.

You grabs your leather jacket, your helmet, you dump a bunch of cash on the counter than is enough for your drinks, tips, and more, and you get out of here like the devil's on your heels.

Once outside, the fresh air helps to clean your mind. You take a deep breath before you start texting the number from earlier.

"Surely you wouldn't sent me this without coordinates?"

You can hardly stay still waiting, but the response comes up barely a minute later, with coordinates and a sarcastic message: "She's on top of an abandoned building of 50 floors. So have fun with that."

You swear at the new information. "Great! Just fucking great!"

You straddle your motorbike and take off like a shot. As you drive, the photo you received is stuck in your mind. Naomi, your 14 years old niece, wearing some kind of superhero suit, sitting carelessly on the ledge of a building. Between her recklessness and the fact that she kept being apparently a freaking superhero from you, when you've always been close, you feel your blood boiling. You imagine how the upcoming confrontation will go. Will she be ashamed? Panicked? Angry?

Not sticking exactly to the speeding limits has you right where you want to be in a short time. You inspect the building from outside. Abandoned means no electricity, and no electricity means no elevator for you... You leave your helmet and your bike behind. You assess the building, noticing large enough grips for climbing, and figure out how high you can get just by jumping. Then you walk backwards a few meters, take off running, gathering speed, and leaps as high as your superhuman body can. As soon as you reach the peak of your jump, you grab the closest ledge. Secure in your climbing, you start your ascension, going as fast as you can. Missing Naomi because you were too slow is out of the question.

You soon reach the top and dust yourself off a bit before going after your niece. The bright colours of her suit makes her easy to catch. You sneak behind her, ready to catch her if she falls, and calls her full name in a tone that betrays your frustration. You hate sounding like a parent grounding their kid – there are reasons why you’ve never had one after all –,  but it's too late now.

She has more or less the reaction you were expecting – she flinches hard, and turns to look at you with a melange of shock and horror that makes you feel like the Grim Reaper coming for her life. She puts a hand on the back of her neck in embarrassment, and offers you a smile that looks like a grimace more than anything else.

“Au-auntie… what… what are you doing here…?”

She lets slip a nervous little laugh as she gets up from the edge but keeps a distance from you.

You cross your arms and looks at her sternly, trying to communicate with your glare that she better not try to bullshit you.

“I’m the one who should be asking you that question.”

The grimace widens and she avoids your gaze. You notice beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“Oh well it’s a funny story, see-“

“What the hell are you wearing? Are you trying to be a superhero?”

“I’m not trying-“

She seems insulted at the assumption, and regains a bit of confidence for the first time since you arrived.

“You really thought you could hide this from me?”

You are her only family member with superpowers, even if you never tried to be a superhero.

“Oh auntie, it’s not like that…”

She looks genuinely sorry, like she understood that you felt hurt by being shut out.

“Then what is it? I can’t believe you hid this from me. I’m not your dad. I wouldn’t have been mad at you. Did I make you feel like you couldn’t tell me?.”

You sigh and bow your head with a disappointment you can’t contain.

Naomi makes a step towards you, worry on her face, extending her arm like she wanted to comfort you.

“Listen, it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, but they made me promise not to…”

Your eyes open wide in horror and realization dawn on your face. Your whole body tense.

“They? Who the fuck is they? Are you being blackmailed?!”

You can’t help from raising your voice. Panic surges through you. You’re not one to lose your cool easily, but your niece is the exception to the rule. You’ve loved Naomi unconditionally since she came into this world. She could probably become a murderer and your feelings wouldn’t change. However, since her mother died – since your sister died –, she became the apple of your eye. You’ll be damned before you let anyone harm her.

Meanwhile Naomi panics too, but for what seems to be considerably different reasons. She grabs her hair and start walking in circles.

“Damn it! That’s not what I meant… I’m not supposed to… I promised I’d… Crap! Listen, I’m not being blackmailed, I swear!”

“Oh yeah? Then what-“

You’re interrupted by an incessant beeping that you quickly identify as coming from some kind of watch Naomi’s wearing. You narrow your eyes in defiance. You’ve never seen that thing before.

“What is that?”

Before you can finish, Naomi hurried to, quite uselessly, hide the watch behind her back.

“NOTHING!”

Another nervous laugh.

The beeping doesn’t cease.

You pinch the bridge of your nose with a mix of irritation and weariness at her shenanigans.

“Naomi. Whatever this is, make it stop.”

Reluctantly, Naomi brings the watch before her and pushes a button on the side of it. A flip screen deploys. Immediately, a male voice blasts from it. Its owner sounds riled.

“Naomi. I was expecting your report three hours ago. Explain yourself.”

 His commanding and uncompromising tone immediately rubs you the wrong way.

“Oh, hi Miguel… I just… uh… I’m about to send it, I just ran into some… trouble…”

You post yourself at your niece’s side and get a peek of  “Miguel”.

His striking red eyes are the first thing that catches your eye – you’ve never seen a hero with ones. Only villains. His face is broad, his features defined and his jaw unyielding. His thick, dark eyebrows are frown and his full lips aren’t smiling. Dark brown, pushed back hair that reaches the back of his neck frames a visage that must be pretty when not stuck in a perpetual expression of irritation.

Before he can formulate in response what obviously seems like criticism, you grab Naomi’s wrist, bring the watch closer to your face and articulate as clearly as possible :

“Consider this her official letter of resignation, dipshit.” You end the call.

Naomi instantly starts screaming in protest.

“Auntie! What the hell! Why did you do that!?”

“Is that fucker pressuring you? Who does he think he is, talking to you like that?”

“No! It’s not like that!” She sounds intent on defending that rude asshole. “He’s just… argh, I’m not supposed to tell others about the Spider Society!”

As soon as she finishes her sentence, she puts both hands on her mouth, as if it could stops her from blurting out more classified information.

“The Spider what?”

She shakes her head, mimicking the action of zipping her lips, and keeps a stubborn silence.

You roll your eyes at her childish antics and decides that enough is enough.

“I’m gonna get answers about this, whether you’re the one telling me them or not, are you aware of that?”

Silence. You put your hands on your hips and sighs.

“Whatever. I’m bringing you back home. And I’m telling your father about this.”

Suddenly her lips come undone.

“What! NO! Auntie, come on!”

You shake your head, implacable, and starts leaving, knowing she’ll end up following you anyway.

“This is not a negotiation, kid.”

“Nooo, you can’t do this to me! Please! He’ll ground me til adulthood! I’m begging yo-“

Naomi’s whining suddenly come to a halt as you start hearing some kind of… music? Coming from behind you.

*Spider-Man 2099’s theme starts playing*

[Insert "Why do I hear boss music?" meme.]

You turn around to see some kind of unstable orange-red hexagon floating over the ground and the man from the watch exit from it. You stay speechless, blinking in incomprehension.

“What the fuck.” You let slip under your breath. You’ve seen more strange phenomena than the ordinary mortal but this is something else entirely.

Unfortunately “Miguel” didn’t wait for you to come back to your senses and took advantage of your silence to start admonishing Naomi.

“Not only you let a civilian discover your identity but you showed them your watch? How much did you tell them?”

Miguel��s appearance seems to have turned your niece into a frightened mouse. She takes one step back for each he makes towards her, and you’ve never seen her so thoroughly shaken. Each words coming out of her mouth sounds like it’s tripping over her teeth to get out.

“I… I didn’t tell her anything… w-well I said the word Spider Society once but…”

Miguel grunts in frustration.

“ I knew it was a bad idea to take you in.”

You post yourself protectively in front of Naomi and are forced to note the size difference between him and you. He is massive. But you quickly pull yourself together – your strength always put you on top, even when your enemy had 30cm and 30kg on you. You narrow your eyes and throw a murderous glare at the man in costume.

“Leave her alone. She did nothing wrong.”

He immediately argues back.

“You-“

“I followed her here. There’s nothing she could have done to stop me.”

“Auntie has powers too”, pipes up Naomi behind you.

“Great, fantastic. Does that mean you’ll keep your mouth shut about this?”

You can feel your anger raising in your chest like a wave.

“There won’t be anything to shut my mouth about, because Naomi’s superhero’s business ends here and now.”

“But-“ starts Naomi.

“It’s out of question. This world needs a spiderman to protect it.” Announces Miguel like it’s law.

“Then find another spiderman!” you exclaim, exasperated.

“There is no other Spiderman.” He hisses back.

“Aren’t YOU a spiderman?” You gesticulate in direction of his suit.

He passes a hand over his face like explaining this to you is the bane of his existence.

“I’m the spiderman of Earth-928. There is no one else who can do this.”

“Tough luck.” You snap back. “My niece isn’t going anywhere.”

The tone between you two keeps raising, and soon you’re engaged in a shooting match.

“It’s not up to you. Her being spiderman is a canon event.”

You look at him like he’s insane – he must be.

“It’s a WHAT? No, wait, I don’t care. Deal with your own shit and leave my family out of it.”

You illustrate your words by shoving him hard in the chest, and he’s pushed back a few meters. His eyes flashes a bright, menacing red, and you swear he’s about to pounce on you when Naomi get between you two, arms outstretched in each of your directions.

“Don’t fight! We’re all on the same side!”

“He wants to use you!”/ “She can’t be reasoned with!” you both shout.

“The town needs me, insist Naomi in your direction.

You take your head between your hands.

“Can’t the town wait til your majority?”

But as the words leaves your lips, you already know how senseless they sound.

You sigh hard. Pinch the bridge of your nose. Knowing you are going to regret immensely what you’re about to suggest.

“What if I did it instead?”

“No.” reply instantly Miguel, a harsh expression on his face.

You roll your eyes. He could at least hear you out.

“Think about it for a second, smartass. I have had years to master my powers, contrary to a teenager. I have combat experience with both humans and supers. I’m a bodyguard. It’s literally in my job description to identify threats and neutralize them while protecting other people. I know how to work with a team and on my own. You won’t find a better recruit anywhere else.”

Never in your life you would have imagined presenting your resume to Spiderman, but looks like things are only gonna get crazier.

Miguel grunts, like agreeing with you was physically painful for him.

“Fine.”

“See, I knew we could come to a compromise!” Naomi beams. “Miguel is meaner than he looks, she adds to your intention. Well except for the time he threw a desk at me but-“

“He threw a WHAT at you?!” you scream in astonished rage. The fury who accumulated inside you all evening boils over.

“You fucking piece of shit!” You snarl at Miguel. He doesn’t have the time to react. You punch him in the jaw hard enough to send him flying through one, two, three buildings before you stop counting.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 2

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: If you read my Christmas Advent stories then you may be familiar with this story already, however, I've been working hard to turn it into a longer fic/novel and as such a few things have changed (hence the reposts). I hope you enjoy! Let me know if you want me to add you to the taglist for this story.

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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Once I finally finish work for the day I’m utterly exhausted. I trudge back to my tiny apartment down the road and collapse on the couch. Just as I start to finally relax the smell of chocolate, coffee and old milk causes my nose to wrinkle in disgust. I force myself to get up, shower and change into fresh clothes. As I’m not planning to move from the couch, let alone go out anywhere for the rest of the day, I just slip on an old, comfortable hoodie and sweatpants. As I go to put my dirty clothes in the hamper, I remember the coaster. It’s now a little squashed and stained, but it’s still readable. 

So I take it and my phone out and then collapse on the couch again. Feeling slightly reinvigorated, I decide to text the number, just to check if it’s real or a fake he made up on the spot. 

Hi, uh…I’m just realising I didn’t get your name earlier…  Who is this? How did you get this number? It’s (Y/N), from Mamma Jo’s Coffee and Chocolateria. I dumped a drink all over you. I just wanted to know where I can send the money for a new shirt. Seeing as you didn’t get to drink the hot chocolate I made you. Oh, hey! If I tell you my name you have to promise to keep it to yourself Same with this number What are you, a spy or something? I can’t tell you anything until you promise Otherwise, my agent will want you to sign an NDA Alright, Mr Fancypants, I promise not to tell a soul I met you or give out this number Regardless of who you are Thank you My name is Jensen Nice to meet you, Jensen So how much was your shirt and how do you want the money? Venmo? Cash? PayPal? Direct transfer? Don’t worry about the money It’s fine But I have to do something I feel so bad I wasn’t looking either If you’re absolutely certain, I’ll leave you alone before your agent gets worried Wait So you really didn’t recognise me? Sorry to burst your ego bubble Maybe you’re just not as important as you think you are. No, it’s not about my ego I’m just used to people asking for pictures or autographs And the paparazzi It’s a nice change to meet someone who doesn’t have a preconceived idea of who I am Alright, so who are you? Other than Jensen then If you don’t mind sharing of course Or do I have to sign an NDA for that sort of insider info  I’m Jensen Ackles I am an actor  That flash earlier in the cafe was paparazzi So you’ll likely be on the front of a bunch of magazines as my mystery girl When that happens you will have to sign a NDA, but I’ll handle everything else You’re just best off steering clear of me Actor? Were you on that Paranormal show? Supernatural? Yeah that’s me Sorry, I haven’t seen it. Maybe an episode here and there but I’m pretty busy Don’t get much time to watch TV Honestly, I’m glad you haven’t  It makes it easier to talk to you If the actor thing and potential NDA don’t bother you I would love a do-over Are you sure? I don’t want to make things complicated for you With paparazzi or your agent I’ll handle all that What are you doing tonight? I really wasn’t planning on leaving my couch But you may be able to persuade me How about I join you on that couch? Or you join me on mine? I really don’t know you Right Sorry That was too forward No, it’s ok I just think it would be better to get to know each other first Sure Of course When is your next day off? Saturday Damn, I work this weekend How about Monday evening? I’ll be on a plane by then I’m only working here for the weekend Guess it just isn’t meant to be then Maybe not now But someday Maybe someday Can I keep texting you? Sure

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A/N: If anyone knows of a better way to showcase the text messages, I'd love to hear it. On other platforms, I use left and right alignment, but I'm unsure how else to do it here.

Taglist: @stoneyggirl2

[tragictempest]

My Favorite School Spirits Scenes&Dialogue

[Feel free to use any of these as writing prompts]

CW: School Spirits Spoilers, Innapropriate Language, Mentions of Murder

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(Maddie and Simon walk into the auto shop looking for evidence)

Simon: Talk about a perfect place to dump a body... He ever bring you here?

Maddie: .....

Simon: Oh jeez. This is where you guys hooked up?

Maddie: I'm not answering that.

Simon: Classy guy.. What, was the dumpster behind the Jack In The Box already taken?

Maddie: Oh, grow up. You tried to make a move on Celeste Molina at the bowling shoe return counter.

Simon: That was eighth grade!

Maddie: It was ninth! You just looked like an eighth grader.

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Xavier: And you know what they say...

Maddie: What do they say?

Xavier: Bros before... strong, independent women with bright futures, it's a very popular phrase.

Maddie: You're stupid... you're lucky you're cute.

Xavier: What the Lord deny in brain, he deliver in beauty.

Maddie: And boy did he deny.

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Maddie: Look, I can't really chat right now because I've got some holes in my memory to fill.

Wally: Hey, that's why I'm here, I can totally help you fill your holes.

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Maddie: ...Excuse me?

Wally: Oh, uh, obviously I did not mean for it to come off that way.. it was more of a hypothetical "I can help you figure things out if you need it."

Maddie: Okay... I can handle it myself. And I don't need to take advice from someone who looks like they're headed to aerobics class.

Maddie: You were murdered by your guidance counselor?

Rhonda: Yep. Guided me straight to the light.

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Rhonda: There's still people in this school that count on you. Dead people.

Maddie: Since when did you stop majoring in who-gives-a-fuck?

Rhonda: We all have to pitch in, pussytoes.

Maddie: I'm sorry, what did she just call me?

Charley: I.. I think it's probably a flower...?

Maddie: 'kay...

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Simon: You hate scary movies, just own it.

Nicole: That's not true. I liked Scream.

Simon: That's scary satire, doesn't count.

Maddie: And you closed your eyes the second the movie started.

Nicole: No I didn't.

Maddie: You spent half the movie looking for that twizzler you dropped on the ground.

Simon: And you don't even like black licorice, that's Maddie's thing.

Nicole: Yeah, well, Maddie didn't invent black licorice.

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Charley: The bigger disappointment was me thinking I would get to haunt all the assholes who tortured me while I was here. But uh, instead, I was haunted by all the jokes they made once I was gone.

Maddie: What do you mean?

Charley: I was a gay kid in the 90s who died because he was allergic to nuts.

Maddie: ...

Charley: Okay, that's where you're supposed to laugh.

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Simon: Nicole, you were supposed to give me a ride this morning. To school? Remember?

Nicole: I had stuff to do. Sorry.

Simon: I figured, you were AWOL all weekend, didn't answer a single text.

Nicole: I had an application deadline, okay? So the video statement was due, my portfolio looks like it was slapped together by a third grader, so..

(A minute later, Simon opens up her binder and looks at her portfolio)

Simon: Hmm. FYI, you're a very impressive third grader. I mean, I'm impressed.

(He turns to a page that's full of half a dozen photographs of Maddie)

Simon: Uhh.. and a little concerned. Damn, she knew you took all these?

Nicole: I took a bunch of you too, you're just.. not photogenic..

Simon: Yeah.. but.. this is intense. I mean, it's cool, it's just a lot of maddiemaddiemaddiemaddiemaddiemaddie —

Nicole: — What are you trying to say?

Simon: ..Nothing. Hey. Breathe, stop doubting yourself, okay? If admission asks why you're obsessed, say you worshipped her. Tell 'em she taught you how to parallel park.

---

Maddie: Seriously? All we do is haunt the halls of the stupid school, and none of you have seen anything suspicious from Anderson?

Wally: Well, one time I saw Mr. Anderson misspell the word "Fundraiser" on a Boosters Club poster, and I – he forgot the D. I feel like that's pretty suspicious coming from an English teacher.

Charley: Wally.. I'm pretty sure that was a pun..? So I'm assuming he probably did that on purpose....

Rhonda: Sorry, sweets, we don't just stand around staring at the living all day.

Maddie: No.. you plan weekend fun. Like movie nights.

Mr. Martin: Well, we do what we can to break up the monotony, Maddie, that's all.

Charley: Well, if I may.. to be fair, watching the same five sports movies over and over again is kind of monotonous, Mr. Martin.

Wally: I thought you loved "Rudy".

Charley: No.

Wally: Wow. Just w– I can't even.

---

Rhonda: How are you not pissed right now!?

Wally: I am pissed, Rhonda, I'm just trying to make sense of this all, this is very new to me, I don't know how I feel —

Rhonda: Try not to lose it in front of your crush.

Wally: OK, YOU DONT HAVE TO BE MAD AT ME RHONDA -- I DIDNT DO ANYTHING, BE MAD AT HIM —

Rhonda: I am mad at him.

Wally: Okay, you said you wouldn't bring that up again —

---

Maddie: Have you seen my teacher Mr. Anderson?

Dawn: You mean like him with a murder weapon? Or your dead body?

Maddie: Yes!

Dawn: Nope! Though I am pretty easily distracted...

Maddie: Is it the.. bad acid?

Dawn: ....?

Maddie: Charley mentioned something about that..

Dawn: Well no, I've never taken drugs! I just meant from all the new ways you kids have had to connect... (starts talking about the internet)

Maddie: Okay.. well I've got to go talk to the bus crash kids.

Dawn: Oh, good luck. Those banjos are all bongo, if you know what I mean... You should let me come with! I speak bongo.

---

Nicole: I'm sorry, when did you become all Scooby Doo?

Claire: ...

Nicole: I mean, two months ago, you were wiping your feet on Maddie's face, now you're... what? Trading in your pom pom for a trench coat?

---

(Charley laying on the indoor pool bleachers with sunglasses over his glasses, smelling sunscreen)

Charley: Ah, I love this smell. Coconut, verbena.. you close your eyes, you could be anywhere. Miami.. Aruba...

Rhonda: Yeah, and then you open them, and there's a band-aid floating in the surf.

Charley: I miss a good sunburn.

Wally: I miss Debbie Gibson.

Rhonda: ...??

Wally: What? I thought we were talking about stuff that we miss.

---

(Emilio walks past Charley and makes him gay panic)

Rhonda: Dial it downnn.. just because you smell like an Almond Joy, doesn't mean he knows you're here.

Wally (to Maddie): That's Mr. Figueroa. Emilio. He was Charley's crush when they were still students here. He sponsors the.. L-G..T —

Rhonda: — B.

Wally: B-T-Q club.. and Charley never misses a meeting.

Charley: I only go for the refreshments.. and uh, you're one to talk. You hit the gym every day to impress some boneheads who only know you as a name on a scoreboard.

---

Charley: Okay, let's try hypnosis.

(Dawn randomly spawns in the back, sitting at the table eating the burrito)

Dawn: Oh, God no... Not that.

Wally: Hello, Dawn.. uhhh, how long — how long you been sitting there, girl?

Dawn: Since I smelled the burrito 😊

---

(The ghosts are gathered in a circle so they can begin the anti-seance as Dawn waves an old, burnt Brussels sprout around as a substitute for sage)

Dawn: Settle, settle, settle, settle. We're under Capricornus.

Rhonda: ...who?

Dawn: The stars. Close your eyes, look inward, right to the back of your skull. What are you seeing, Mads?

Maddie: Uh, not much, it's dark..

Dawn: Dark!

Rhonda: Maybe it's the back of her skull.

---

Xavier: I just -- I feel like I'm walking into a trap.

Maddie: Funny. I don't recall you being scared when you were hooking up in your backseat.

---

Rhonda: If I thought it would help me cross over, I would go out there and tackle someone.

Mr. Martin: Okay, that's the spirit.. I think.

---

Xavier: I wasn't tampering with anything, dad.

Sheriff Baxter: Man, how stupid do you think I am? What are we, runnin' neck and neck in the dumbass derby?

---

Wally: I wanna make sure she's okay!

Rhonda: Let's check the faculty lounge..

Charley: She didn't say she needed a nap.

Rhonda: Maybe she went to speak with Simon. Sorry.

Wally: Why are you sorry?

Rhonda: You wince every time you hear his name.

Wally: This is not me wincing, this is my happy face.

Rhonda: Ah, could have fooled me.

Wally: Look -- I know she's still trying to figure her stuff out, but I can wait. We're not even at halftime.

Rhonda: I don't know what that means.. but if that is your happy face, remind me to hide when you're really happy.

---

(Maddie and her mom arguing before Maddie's death)

Maddie: You wanna take everything that dad gave me? Here. Take this.

(Maddie rips her necklace off and hands it to her mom)

Maddie: You could pawn it, get 40 bucks from it. Buy yourself a fucking welcome mat.

---

Xavier: If I ask her about the phone, she's just gonna bail!

Simon: Stop being a fucking coward!

Xavier: A coward -- FUCK YOU SIMON.

---

Simon: SAYONARA, SHIT RIVER!! Northwestern won't know what hit 'em!!

(proceeds to bump into somebody walking through the hall as he says that)

Maddie: Slow your roll, we're not even in yet.

(Bell rings)

Mr. Anderson: You degenerates are late!

Nicole: I'm not even in your class..

Mr. Anderson: You're still late.. and degenerate.

---

Claire: What did you tell the police?

Mr. Anderson: I told them the truth. That I took that money to pay off my dad. Is that okay with you? Cool. Can I go?

Claire: Did you say anything about me!?

Mr. Anderson: Y'know what? I don't remember! 😛

---

Mr. Martin: It sounds like you're struggling. Write your obituary.

Maddie: Uh, no.

Mr. Martin: Everyone here has written one. It helps us to focus on the highlights of our lives, the sweet victories.

Maddie: I've gotten out of writing papers before because of cramps. I'm pretty sure death counts as a good excuse.

---

Simon: Happy?

Maddie: Yeah, I'm thrilled. My DNA is on a boiler room wall and my piece of shit boyfriend might have something to do with that. Does it get much happier!?

Simon: Oh, so now you come around? How many times did I tell you that dude was sketchy?

Maddie: This isn't about him keeping hand lotion in his glove compartment, Simon.

---

Simon: Bathrooms.. you're not gonna linger and wait there... right?

Maddie: ...

Simon: MADDIE

Maddie: Relax, I left before I saw anything.... But you should really wash your hands more.

Simon: Okay and now I'm hanging up. Byeeeee!

[allthefandomthings55]

Life in the Limelight

Chapter 3

Spencer’s POV

After my text conversation with Y/N, I got back to work. All I had to do was hope that we didn’t get a case in two days. I hopped off the elevator and walked to my desk and greeted everybody as I went. As I sat at my desk I started to do paperwork that had been piling up. 

“Hey Reid, my man,” Derek said slapping his hands on my shoulders. 

“Oh no, what do you want, Derek?”

“Nothing, I just think you should come out with me this weekend. Maybe Saturday?”

“I don’t know, Derek, I think I’m busy Saturday.”

“Ok Pretty Boy! What are you doing, hmm? Are you going to watch some obscure movie? Maybe reading a whole bunch of obscure books?”

“Yeah, actually I was thinking about going out and getting lunch after going for a walk in the park then going to an early movie then going home and reading some books.”

Derek, JJ, and Emily seemed surprised for me to have a detailed plan ready. “Ok Reid,” Emily starts, “Are you going with anyone?”

“No, I’m not. I’m actually kind of excited to go out by myself and enjoy life.”

Everyone was staring at me, trying to read my micro-expressions but I knew they couldn’t. “Everyone in the meeting room in five,” Hotch said as he walked passed us. After everyone left to go to the meeting room, I let out a deep breath. I hope this case doesn’t take us out of state and doesn’t take us long. I don’t want to miss my hangout/date with Y/N. I walk up to the meeting room to see everyone sitting there. 

I take my seat and Garcia starts the meeting, “Ok friends we have trouble in our backyard. First victim, Alyssa Caldwater, was last seen leaving her job at 10:30 last Tuesday night. She was found dead two days ago in an alley, and get this, completely naked. Then just yesterday an Amanda Clarke was found in another alley about two blocks from where Miss Alyssa was found. Also they were both strangled to death then stabbed 30 times postmortem.”

“So,” Emily started, “we’re clearly dealing with someone who has extreme aggression problems.”

“Yeah, they might also be impotent. Maybe that’s why he stabbed them,” JJ commented.

“You know, because of the overkill, we’re definitely dealing with someone who is really fit, or is on some kind of stimulant drug that would give them the strength and energy to do something like this,” I said. 

“Well, it seems like this guy is speeding up. One girl dumped two days ago and another one dumped yesterday.” Rossi added.

Hotch spoke up, “Either way we better get down to the D.C. field office and help them figure this out. Everyone at the cars in 10 minutes.”

I got worried because I don’t know if we’ll be done in time for my brunch with Y/N so I decided to call her. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, how are you?”

“I’m good, Spencer, I’m just leaving rehearsal. What about you?”

“Uh, I’m ok. Look I hate to do this, but my team and I just got a case and I don’t know if it will be done by Saturday. Luckily it’s here, well in D.C., but close enough, right?”

“Oh,” she sounded disappointed, “well that’s ok. I mean you can’t just let people die, right? How about this, we’ll play it by ear. What I do for work is really flexible so I can meet you really anytime I want. Within reason though.” She chuckled after that sentence and I liked the sound of it. I honestly didn’t even know what to say. “Spencer? Did I say something wrong?”

“No! I mean no you didn’t. I just haven’t always had people in my life that understood my situation.”

“Oh believe me I get your situation. Don’t be nervous but I really need to tell you something when we do get to meet. It’s nothing bad, but I think it’s important that you know.”

“Ok, yeah no worries right? But I have to get going to solve this and hopefully I can make our time and date.”

“Yeah you go catch a killer, Spencer. Good luck.”

“Thank you. Bye,” and I hung up the phone. I made my way downstairs and before I got off the elevator I took a deep breath and made my face neutral so the team couldn’t read me. 

As I walk out of the elevator I see the team waiting for me. “Petty Boy! What took you so long?”

“Uh, I just had to make a phone call.”

“Really? To whom?” I decided to ignore him and just follow everyone else and get into the SUV.

[domripley]

In the Night

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff/Reader; Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanoff; Wanda Maximoff/Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanoff/Reader.

Warnings/Tags: Dom Wanda, Dom Carol, Dom Natasha, Gangbang, Double Penetration, Sub Reader, Light Angst in the begging, Verbal Humiliation, Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Mommy Kink, Daddy Kink, No Powers AU. Also hints at Supernatural AU.

Summary: After getting dumped, your coworker, Wanda gives you two nights to remember.

The night went great at first, your girlfriend had taken you out for a date at a fancy restaurant. But when she told you the real reason she took you out, you wanted to cry. Having taken you out just to dump you, you were heartbroken. So you rightfully walked out of the restaurant, not even caring that it was nine-thirty at night. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could, not wanting to be in the cold for too long. Thankfully, your apartment was only a mile away, so it wasn’t that much of a walk. The area was peaceful, and so you really didn’t mind. Plus, it gave you time to think.

“Fucking hell,” you groaned, wishing you had brought a jacket out with you. But of course, you didn’t expect to have to walk home. Wanting to get home and cuddle up with your cat, Smokey, but as you continued you noticed a figure approaching you. Normally, you’d cross the street, not wanting to bump into someone, but tonight you didn’t care.

You were trying to hold back tears as the person got closer, and when you finally walked passed, the woman stopped you. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, which made you confused. How would she know you were even upset, it wasn’t light out - the reason it wasn’t pitch black out was do to the street lamps every few feet.

“Y-yeah, uh,” you began, but the woman cut you off.

“(Your Name)?” you met the woman’s eyes, realizing that it was one of your coworkers. Lovely. “What’re you doing out so late? And without a jacket?”

“I was, well, I just went out for a walk. Didn’t realize I’d be out this long,” you lied. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Just came back from a friend’s house. Since Halloween is in two days, we’re hosting an annual party a bunch of my friends put together! We have one the night before for just close friends, and then on Halloween is bigger. Hey, I know we don’t know each other well, but if you’d like to come for both, you’re more than welcome to!”

“I’m not sur-”

“There’s free food for both days,”

“Alright, I’m in. Text me the address, yeah?” you asked with a sigh. Free food was usually the reasons you went any other party. But with Wanda telling you this, you figured she was fine with you just coming for the free food.

“Of course!”

Before leaving, she texted you the address. Telling her you couldn’t wait, you began your walk home again. Usually you weren’t a party-goer, but you had to admit, you’ve always had a tiny crush on Wanda. You had met her on your first day at work in the used bookstore three months ago, but never had a chance to get to know her. Now, newly single, you thought it’d be nice to at least become friends.

That night you picked out your favorite skirt, and a graphic-t of a band you used to listen to in high school. You wanted to feel comfortable, and you were becoming anxious by the minute. Maybe it was a costume party? Maybe you should text Wanda and find out. No, that would be bugging, and you didn’t want to bug her. All of these thoughts ran through your head, and you knew they were unnecessary. You’ve worked with this woman for three whole months, but why was she only trying to be friends now?

—

The next day came quick, and by the time five o'clock came around, you were ready to head out. Typing the address into Google maps, you realized it was a half an hour away, so you grabbed a light snack and headed out. You got there at five-forty-five, and as you finished up your bag of chips you brought, you silently hoped she didn’t give you the wrong address.

Locking up your car, you made your way up the stairs, and you were surprised she gave you the address to this place. It was bigger than any of the other houses on the street, and usually you’d stay away from places like this. A part of you told yourself to run away, like the characters you always yell at in horror movies. But today you were throwing it all out of the window, what did you have to lose?

When you went to knock on the door, you were surprised when a woman opened it. “You must be, (Your Name),”

“Ah-yeah. That would be me.” you smiled shyly at the redhead.

“Come on in,” she continued, “I’m Natalia, by the way.”

“It’s-uh. It’s nice to meet you, Nat.”

–

As she led you to what it appeared to be a living room, you were greeted with the smell of fresh popcorn. You’ve always loved the smell. As soon as you walked in, you noticed there were only seven people in there. Of course, one was Wanda, who rushed over to you.

“Hey! I’m so glad you came,” she smiled, pulling you into a hug. You gladly hugged her back, and when she pulled away, her face lit up. “Let me introduce you to everyone!”

She took your hand, leading you to some of her friends. “(Your Name), this is Clint, James - but we call him Bucky, and Steve.” she explained, and you gave them a shy smile.

“Hey, I’m (Your Name).”

“Hello,” Bucky smiled, sticking out his hand. You gladly shook his hand, shocked that it was freezing cold.

“Your hand are so cold!” you stated. Chuckling as you pulled yours away. Before he could respond, Wanda wrapped her arm around you. Leading you towards the redhead you had met at the door, along with two other women.

“This is Maria, Carol, and you already met Natasha!” she smiled as she stood and talked to Maria. Both Carol and Natasha began a conversation with you. They were gorgeous, and as you continued to talk to them, Wanda’s arm would travel down your back.

“You didn’t tell us how pretty she is, Wan.” Carol smiled, biting her lip.

“So, so pretty,” Natasha added.

Maria walked away with a smirk, telling she’d talk to the three of you later. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you tried your best to hide it.

“Hey, would you like to go exploring, maybe talk a bit? Privately?” Wanda rolled her eyes as her friends continued to follow the two of you. “Sorry about them they can be a bit much at times.”

“You’re friends are fine, they’re both really pretty,”

“You think so?” Wanda asked with a smirk that made you blush. You shouldn’t have said that, but you really didn’t care. you were throwing all your rules away lately.

“I-I do,” you admit, cursing yourself for getting shy all of a sudden. Wanda didn’t laugh, which made you a lot better. Instead she led only smiled and led you up the stairs.

“Mm, good to know. They think you’re very pretty,” she said, and you bit your lip to try and keep the whimper from escaping your throat.

Maybe you wanted to be fucked where her friend’s could easily walk in.

“What’s wrong, (Your Name)?” she asked.

“I’d rather not annoy you with the things that are bugging me,” you continued. “Just some stuff, but it’s okay. I’m having fun here, and I don’t want to kill the mood.”

Wanda gave you a small smile, before saying, “Was it your girlfriend?” Your brows furrow at what she said. How did she know? She must have realized you were confused, so followed up with. “You didn’t bring her, so I figured it had something to do with her.”

You took a deep breath, “Yeah. She actually broke up with me on our date. But it’s honestly okay, I’ve realized some things that I hadn’t before. Yes, it hurt she did that, but I think I’ll be okay.”

She pulled you into a hug, giving you a kiss on the check. Catching you off guard, but certainly not unwelcomed, you let out a whine. Eyes going wide, you tried to form the words, but they weren’t coming out. Wanda chuckled, “What’s got you all jumpy?”

You thankfully had a good excuse, “This house…just, something about it.” Which wasn’t a lie, you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Oh this house? Don’t worry too much about it. Bucky o-his great-great grandfather owned it way back in the day. So it was recently passed on to him, plus I like the creepy vibe it gives.” she shrugged, and your eyes widened.

“Would you like to see the upstairs? There’s some really interesting artifacts upstairs, I’d love to show you!”

“Oh-oh no, I don’t want to intrude,”

“Love, you’re my guest, and he’s my friend. I wouldn’t take you somewhere where I couldn’t go or if he didn’t want anyone else to see. Promise.” she held up her pinkie, and you hooked yours with hers.

Still holding onto your pinky, Wanda led you up the stairs. For a decade old mansion, the stairs weren’t as creaky. The thought was pushed out of your mind when you reached the top of the stairs. Wanda wasn’t lying about the interesting part, but the box in the corner was the thing that really caught your eye.

“What's… is that a coffin?” you were ready to turn back and head down the stairs when Wanda laughed softly.

“Baby, it’s just a prop Bucky’s father got from a really movie called ‘Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein’. It’s a movie that came out in 1984, I promise it’s not real.” Wanda explained, and you were finally able to breathe.

“I think I’ve seen that when I was younger,” you commented.

—

Taking you all the way through the second floor, you smiled every time Wanda stopped to explain something to you. As you reached the stairs to go to the third floor, Wanda stopped you.

“Can I be honest with you about something, (Your Name)?” her voice was soft as she reached out for your hands. When you nodded, she continued. “You’re a sweet girl, and I wish I had gotten to know you more instead of just waiting and stepping up now. I was just nervous, wasn’t sure if you’d even give me the time of day.

"Y-yeah?” you felt your cheeks heat up. You knew you shouldn’t overreact, but you couldn’t help it.

“Yeah.” she smiled.

“I would have given you the time. I am now aren’t I?”

You leaned in to kiss her, only for her to turn her head. “I’m so sorry,” you were embarrassed, wanting to turn and leave, Wanda grabbed your hand.

“No, no you’re okay! I just, I don’t want you to be put in a position like this, especially since what happened last night. Unless you want it, and if you do half way through decided that you don’t want to do this anymore, I’d stop if you changed your mind.” she assured, and you bit your lip.

“It’s much appreciated, I’ll be honest, I really want… want to do things with you. I just don’t want you to feel like you’re a rebound.”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t feel like one. Honest.” she promised, lifting your chin with two of her fingers.

“Would you like to come upstairs with me?” she asked, sticking out her hand. You trusted her, even if you changed your mind halfway through, you knew she would stop. So you took her hand, leading you up the second flight of stairs.

When you got to the top of the stairs, she led you around the corner, surprised to see that this floor wasn’t as fancy as the second. You still looked at the stuff in the hallways, until you reached the first door.

“In here?” You went to reach for the door handle, but Wanda stopped.

“No not that one, we’re going four rooms down on this side of the hallway,” she smiled, and as you made your way to the room, she lightly pushed you against the door.

“If you want to stop no matter what, whether it’s too much or you changed your mind about doing this, I won’t be upset. I promise.” she smiled against your neck.

“I know, please…” you trailed off as she kissed your neck.

Running her tongue up from your neck to your ear, Wanda chuckled as you let out a gasp. “Such a pretty girl, did'ya wear this outfit for me?”

You nodded, unable to form the words you wanted to say. But that wasn’t good enough for her; she wanted to hear you. Stopping her movements, Wanda whispered in your ear, “Use your words, or I’ll stop and leave you, because I just know that pretty pussy of yours is soaked.”

“Yes, yes I wore it for you! Tried to impress you,” you admitted, and this seemed to make Wanda happy.

“You tell me if something I do is too much, even if it’s my words. Tell me if I cross the line,” she whispered, and you told her you would. “Gonna give you some safewords, you know what a safeword is, correct?”

“I do,” you said as she pulled away from you.

“Good girl.” she praised. “We’ll do the traffic light system. Red for stop completely, yellow for slow down, and green is 'I’m okay, you can continue’. If you are unable to tell me a color, I stop immediately. I’m not going to gag you, I want to hear you.”

“Wanda?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going to fuck me here?” You said, turning your head in the direction the two of you came in. The thought of her friends catching you made you breathe heavy, and your knees weak. She leaned in again, her lips ghosting your ear, “Mhm.” she hummed.

Pulling up your skirt for her, Wanda got down on her knees. “Hold that pretty skirt up for me, gonna eat your pussy.” she smirked, looking up at you.

She slid your panties down to your ankles before leaning in to kiss your thighs. You bit your lip as she kissed your wet cunt, earning a whimper from you. Wanda took that as her cue to give you what you wanted. She ran her tongue through your folds before pulling away, biting both of your thighs before she returned to your core.

“Oh god, Wanda, please please,” you weren’t sure what you were begging for but thankfully Wanda got the hint.

Pulling away, she stood up, “Want you to get off on my boot. Can you do that, baby? Then gonna take you inside and fuck you good.” she said as you moved down so you could get to where you needed.

“You look so pretty down there, such pretty eyes. Kind of want you to suck on my strap before I fuck you. Wanna see those pretty eyes tear up.” she moaned as you began your movements.

Rubbing your soaked pussy against her boot, you picked up your pace. You had a feeling someone was going to catch you, but your thoughts went away when two of Wanda’s fingers pushed into your mouth. Smirking at you she instructed, “Suck.” and you did just that. You could feel yourself growing closer to coming, the way her fingers pushed deeper into your mouth sent more pleasure to your soaked cunt.

You mumbled, “Gonna come.” Against her fingers, but you were glad she understood what you were trying to say. Wanda allowed you to continue your movements.

“You look so pretty, you’re such a desperate little slut you’ll get off on anything, huh?” she asked, pulling her fingers out of your mouth. Wiping them on your face, she continued. “You wanna come, hm? Beg me.”

“Please, please Wan. Please let me come!” you cried out, holding onto her thigh as you grew closer. Trying your best to hold back the orgasm that was close to coming. Before she could answer, you felt your orgasm ripped through. But as soon as it was there, it was gone as she moved her boot away.

“You’re a bad girl, (Your Name). I was going to give you what you want, but since you’re a slut, I’ve got to punish you. Don’t I?” she asked, helping you up to your feet, and soon into the room finally.

You realized it looked like someone was living in the room, and had been there recently. You’d normally ask why it looked like that, but you figured it was an extra room for a guest. “Strip for me, and maybe I won’t punish you.” she said, stepping back as you sat on the bed. Doing as you were told, you quickly took your shirt off, only to be stopped when you had it over your head.

“Slower, slut.” she demanded, her eyes never leaving you.

As you continued to get undressed, Wanda pulled her pants down, revealing that she was packing. Once you had your skirt off, she helped you to your knees. Without being told, you wrapped your lips around the tip of the toy, earning a dark chuckle from the brunette.

“I didn’t even need to tell you what to do, you’re just a good little slut. Tell me, have you ever sucked a strap before?” she asked, and when you hummed, she pushed you further on to the toy. “Thought so.”

You pushed her strapon deeper into your throat until your nose hit her stomach. Holding your head down on it, Wanda finally pulled away moments later to let you breathe. Sighing as she watched a strand of drool followed with your mouth. When you finally caught your breath, you went back sucking her strap. Making sure it was wet enough for you, Wanda didn’t seem to care. The look on her face was all you needed to keep going, even if you looked like a mess.

Your eyes were tearing up, and you knew the makeup you spent an hour on was messed up. Finally Wanda pushed you off of the toy. “On the bed, spread your legs so I can see your pretty little pussy.”

Doing as you were told, you laid down on your back. Wanda’s eyes never left you, watching the way you took your time. As you opened your legs, she pushed them apart faster, not wanting to waste any more time. “Before we start, I’m going to remind you of the three safewords: 'Green’ is for keep going, 'yellow’ is for slow down, but don’t stop, and 'red’ is for stop. You can use them any time you want, and I promise I’ll respect it. I won’t be upset or disappointed, I’ll be proud of you.”

You nodded in agreement, tensing up as her hands lightly moved down your thighs. Making sure you were staying in place as the toy was pushed up against you, Wanda asked “Color, (Your Name)?”, and you answered with “Green”.

“Good girl, now beg me to fuck you. Wanna hear your pretty voice begging to be used,” she cooed, your cheeks heating up as the tip of the toy rubbed through your folds. You were trying to get the words out, but as her movements continued, you were unable to think. “Aw, are you unable to think when you’re getting touched?” she asked with mock-sympathy as she pulled away. Laughing at the whine that left your throat, you knew you were going to have to answer before she continued.

“Please, please give it to me, need it so bad!” you cried out, and thankfully Wanda gave into you quickly.

“You’re lucky that you’re so cute, I usually have sluts like you begging more than that,” she groaned, slowly pushing into you. The strapon was bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, so as she eased in, she rubbed at your clit to help you adjust a little easier. “You’re such a good girl, taking all of my cock so easily. You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Yes, Wanda,” you promised, closing your eyes. Wanda took the time to get the bottle of lube from the bedside table. If you weren’t so focused on her strap in your pussy, you’d ask her how she got the bottle without moving a muscle. The thought of it was wiped out when Wanda slapped your clit, moving slowly so you could still adjust.

“Please, Wan, I need it,” you begged, and she was happy to oblige.

Her pace picked up, moving her hands so she could keep your legs open. You didn’t care about being quiet, as she fucked into you harder. “I’m yours, all yours. Wanda please, please!” you cried out, the words couldn’t come out faster as her thumb returned to your clit.

“Yeah? You’re all mine?” she asked with a chuckle. Pushing your knees up to your chest so she could get a better angle, you realized that she was fully clothed - minus her pants. You loved the feeling of being naked for her, especially since she still had clothes on.

When she pulled out of you, Wanda was quick to flip you over onto your side. Getting on the bed behind you, Wanda slid the toy back into you as she hooked her arm around your leg.

“Such a good girl for me. Tell me when you’re ready to come.” she moaned, gently kissing your shoulder. You reached down to play with your clit, but Wanda stopped your hand. “You gotta ask for permission to play with what’s mine, slut.”

“Please let me touch my clit? I’m already so close, wanna come so bad!”

“Play with your clit, make yourself come on my cock,” she moaned, the toy on her end was bringing her closer to the edge.

Wanda put her fingers into your mouth as came, you began to try and fuck her back the best you could. As she helped you through your orgasm, she came with a gasp. When your breathing steadied, and so did hers, she pulled out of you. Wrapping her arms around you, you closed your eyes.

—-

You woke up, Wanda had her pants back on, and you were fully dressed. You were still in her arms. You groaned as you stretched, not wanting to get up.

“Mm, hello Sleeping Beauty,” she hummed, kissing you on the cheek. You weren’t aware of when you fell asleep or how long; you did know that it was the best sleep you’ve had in a long time.

“How long was I sleeping for?” you asked, sitting up.

“Oh, its eight in the morning. You had fallen asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you. Especially since you were sleeping so comfortably.” she smiled, watching as you slowly got off the bed.

“Do you want to get something to eat? I’ll pay,” she offered, but you shook your head. You didn’t want to have her pay, and you were having to leave to get ready for tonight.

“No, it’s okay. Plus I’m sure Smokey is freaking out, wondering where I’m at.” you smiled, and Wanda nodded.

“Alright, let me at least walk you downstairs?”

“Yes please, I think I’d get lost in this place.”

—

You said your goodbyes, even as you noticed both Carol and Natasha up and early. They waved goodbye to you as both Wanda and you passed them. “Am I going to see you tonight?” she asked as you reached the front door.

“Definitely! I mean, if you want me to come still!” you felt your face heat up, embarrassed by the effect Wanda had on you.

“Of course, come around four tonight if that’s okay! I want you to personally meet my friends.” she smiled, leaning up to give you a kiss on the cheek.

—-

You weren’t sure what you were going to wear, not sure if it was even a costume party or not. So, you decided to where something simple: sweatpants and a hoodie. Even though at first you didn’t really want to go to the party (but went so you could hangout with Wanda), now you really wanted to go. Wanda was going to introduce you to all of her friends, since last night she spent it mostly with you.

It made you nervous - you wanted her friends to like you, so you hoped for the best. Three pm arrived, and you headed out for the same spot. Since the party wasn’t starting until nine, you weren’t sure what else Wanda wanted to do. Hoping that you’d get more alone time with her.

You got there at three-fifty due to traffic, but when you get there, you still take your time getting up the stairs. When you knocked on the door, Bucky answered the door.

“Hello, (Your Name),” he smiled. “Come on in, Wanda’s just getting ready. She’ll be down in a few minutes.”

You figured that she was staying the night in the house since it would be easier than having to drive back and forth. Especially since she didn’t work the last two days. He led you to the large living room, where Carol was sitting on Natasha lap.

“Hey, (Your Name)!” Carol smirked, and your eyes widened. You knew someone was bound to hear the noises you were making, and now she was going to bring it up.

“H-hey,” you gave a small smile, and as Carol was about to say something else, Wanda cut her off.

Coming over near you, Wanda gave you a hug. You noticed she smelled like strawberries, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You look lovely, Wan.” you smiled, the heat from your cheeks returned as she leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. You noticed the other women staring at the two of you in a way you couldn’t explain.

“I know you weren’t able to talk that much yesterday, but Carol and Nat are special to me. I really want you guys to hit it off!”

—-

The four of you got talking, and you found out that you had a lot in common. But as the conversation got going, it took a turn that you couldn’t complain about. Natasha had asked what the two of you what doing last night, because they heard you. You hid your behind Wanda, not wanting them to see your blush. You couldn’t care less about them knowing - especially since they heard what was happening.

Wanda didn’t say anything, and you all moved on from the subject. You excused yourself to the bathroom, and once you were down one of the many long hallways, you realized that you hadn’t asked where the bathroom was. So you decided to try and find it on your own instead of going back and asking.

Where the hell is the bathroom, you said to yourself. You wished you went back to ask for help, but it was a little too late for that. So as you pushed each door open slightly, you hoped to find it soon. As you opened it, you had caught Wanda’s friend, Steve, on his knees. You couldn’t tell who was in front of him, but you were quick to apologize as you shut the door. Turning around, you almost jumped out of your skin when Wanda was behind you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just you didn’t ask where the bathroom is and I didn’t want you to get lost.” she smiled softly. You gave her a smile, taking her hand as she led you to the bathroom.

“Hey, Wanda?” you whispered as you reached the bathroom. She stopped right in front of the door, eyes locked on you.

“Yeah, love?”

You weren’t sure on what you wanted to say, but the way she was staring made you feel warm. So you decided to go with your gut. “I know we hooked up yesterday but we’ve known each other for a few months, and I’m just now getting to know both Carol and Nat. But-”

“You think they’re very attractive and you wouldn’t mind doing things with them and me tonight if they were up for it?” she asked casually, causing your jaw to drop.

“How did y-you know?” you asked, baffled.

“I can read minds.” she winked, and you laughed. You weren’t entirely sure how she guessed it, but she was in fact right. Although unsure of what to do with the feelings, especially since you liked Wanda. Was she even okay with it? You had to ask her, but you weren’t sure of how you were going to express it.

“Wan…” you trailed off but she pulled you into a hug.

“If you’re wondering whether or not I’m upset about your feelings. I’m not, trust me. I’m more than okay with it, and of course, if you don’t want to do anything with them, and it’s just a thought, I would never have you do anything you don’t want to do.” she assured, and although it was comforting, you were still curious on how she knew what you were thinking. Shaking the thought out of your head, you walked into the bathroom when Wanda told you she’d wait outside for you.

“Let’s go back to the party, I’ll give you some free food that I promised.” she chuckled as you took her hand.

—–

You walked straight to the food table, where Steve and Bucky were arguing over which type of cheesecake was better. When they turned to you, Steve’s face went bright red. “Oreo cheesecake is my favorite, however regular is just as good.” you smile, taking a small piece from the table.

You found Wanda on the couch, talking to both Carol and Natasha. You quickly sat down next to her, your head leaning against her shoulder as she continued to talk. An hour went by, and you noticed that everyone was beginning to leave, except for the small group that was there last night.

“So what do ya guys want to do? The night’s still young,” Bucky asked, climbing onto the couch, you heard Carol groan as he almost fell on top of her. To avoid being anymore uncomfortable, she climbed on to Natasha’s lap.

“I mean, we could watch horror movie?” you suggested, and Bucky’s eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“Yeah? Which one?”

“Well, I have a few in my car that I bring with me on long roadtrips with friends. I can go get them if you want!” you smile, hoping you didn’t just embarrass yourself (a fear you’ve never really gotten over since high school), but when they all collectively said yes, you get up quickly.

“I’ll go with you.” Wanda smiled, getting up off the couch just as quickly as you did. “You’re not stealing our seats.” she made sure they knew before the two of you headed out of the mansion.

Once at your car, you popped the trunk, and Wanda stood close behind you. “So,” she started, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Yes, Wan?” you asked bending down to grab the tub full of movies. You grabbed the tub with your one arm, holding it to your hip as you shut the trunk.

“You’re so cute.” she smirked, taking a hold of the movies. She sat them on the trunk of your car so she could push you up against it.

“Da-Wanda, please,”

You caught yourself slipping, only stopping because you weren’t sure if she was into it. You waited patiently for her to respond, unsure if she truly caught on to what you had begun to say.

“What do you want, baby? You want me to fuck you right out here against your car?” she asked, grinding against your ass. The strapon she was wearing was bigger than the one she used on you last night - you were sure of it.

“N-no, want you to-” you cut yourself off with a moan. “Carol and Nat-”

Wanda pulled away from you so you were able to think. You wanted to tell her right then and there, but the words weren’t forming. As she began to walk away, you stopped her.

“What do you want, baby? You can tell me, I won’t judge.” she smirked, moving closer once again. Now with her chest against your own, Wanda kissed you.

“Want Carol and Natasha to…fuck me with you,” you finally admit. Waiting for Wanda to respond, you began to grow anxious.

“Are you sure, baby? You thought about it enough, because if you want to do this, I promise it doesn’t have to be tonight.” she assured you, but you shook your head.

“I’m sure, I promise.”

Wanda hummed, “Alright sweet girl. Let’s get back inside, and we’ll watch the movie, and I’ll talk to them if you’d like?”

“S-sounds good.”

—-

As soon as you made your way back inside, you noticed that Natasha was sitting on the couch that Wanda and you were sitting at. She didn’t seem to mine - especially since the seats that you were once sitting in were still empty. You sat down next to Natasha, as you looked through the movies.

“We can either watch: House of Wax, The Blair Witch Project, or, since it’s Halloween: Halloween.”

“Halloween sounds good to me,”

—

You had paid attention to most of the movie, occasionally looking away as Wanda placed her hand on your thigh. She was teasing you, and it was definitely working. You tried your best to sit still, but when you had enough, you pulled the blanket off the couch from behind. Thanking whoever because everyone was watching the movie. Wanda leaned in, whispering to you, telling you to open your legs. With Natasha next to you, you were sure you’d get caught.

She slipped her hand quickly down your sweatpants, but slowly rubbed the tips of her fingers against your soaked panties. “You’ve already soaked through your panties? You’re a needy little slut aren’t you?” You gasped as she slid your panties to the side, a single finger of hers running through your folds slowly.

“Can you be quiet baby girl? Everyone’s distracted with the movie, do you think you can get away with coming? Hm?”

You hummed in response, bracing yourself as she slipped a finger into your soaked cunt. Moving it as slow as she could, she turned back to the movie. Trying your best to stay still, you bit your lip hard enough that you broke the skin. From what you could tell, you were silent. But when the redhead turned to you, you knew you were caught. Natasha leaned in, pushing the tip of her nose against your cheek. “You okay?”

Before you could get an answer out, Wanda added a second finger. You tried your best with forming the words - or anything to avoid the embarrassment that was about to happen. Maybe you were being louder than what you initially thought.

“Mm, Wanda told Carol and I what you want. If you’ve changed your mind, that’s okay. There’s no hard feelings,” Natasha smiled, assuring something that you already knew. But you were thankful they were serious about your feelings.

“My mind has-hasn’t changed!” you cry out, wishing you were able to keep your composure. This time, you knew you had been caught for sure.

Natasha whispered, “You’re not very good at being quiet, (Your Name). It also doesn’t help that I can hear your desperate little pussy. You’re so wet, you’re driving me crazy, baby.” As Wanda continued to fuck you nice and slow.

Pulling her fingers out, Wanda brought them up to her own lips. Making sure that her eyes were on yours. You broke eye contact when Natasha’s hand slipped between your sweats. “Are you okay with this, baby? Are you okay with me playing with this pretty pussy?” she whispered, smirking against your neck when you nodded.

“You’re being so good for us, being so quiet. But later tonight, you can be as loud as you want. We wanna hear those pretty little moans.” the words that were coming out of Natasha were making you want more. She seemed to notice, because instantly, she leaned in and continued. “Carol and I heard you last night. The way you were begging Wanda, the way you came. You sound so pretty when you come, (Your Name).”

You let out a soft whimper as Natasha pushed two fingers into your cunt. Unlike Wanda, she sped up almost instantly. Fucking her fingers into you, Natasha looked at Wanda. Giving her a nod as if they were silently communicating with each other, she slid a third finger in. You couldn’t contain your movements any longer, so as you began to fuck yourself on her fingers, she pulled out.

“I never gave you permission to fuck my fingers back,” she tsked. “Unlike Wanda, I’m strict.” she smirked. Sucking her fingers, she hummed at the taste.

“Please…” you whined, and Wanda turned to both Natasha and you.

“What do you want, baby girl? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“Wanna go upstairs now, fuck the movie.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

—–

As the three of you excused yourselves to go upstairs (only getting a confused look from Steve, and a smirk from Bucky), you told them they can watch the other movies you brought in from your car. As the three of you made it to the stairs, Natasha pushed you up against the wall. “Can’t wait to have you coming for me.”

When you reached the same room you were in the night before, you were surprised to find Carol sitting on the bed. Both Natasha and Wanda didn’t seem fazed, so you just shook it off. You watched as all three women sat down on the bed, eyes never leaving you as you shut the door.

“You ready? Color?” Wanda asked, and you focused on her.

“I’m ready, and green.”

“Undress for us, and get on your knees, princess.”

You slowly took your clothes off, thankful that you had decided to wear something simple. Slipping the sweats down to your ankles, you were quick to kick them off as you moved to your shirt.

“Such a good girl, doing what you’re told. Are you more into praise, or being degraded, detka?” Natasha asked, watching you throw your shirt into the pile of your clothes. “Knees Carol. Help her take off those pretty panties.”

“B-both.” you admitted, earning a smirk from the redhead.

You turned so you were facing the blonde, already on her knees. Not even paying attention to how fast she jumped off the bed - you were way too focused on the desperate look on her face. Running her fingers up your thighs, Carol let out a dark chuckle as you whimpered. She hooked her fingers around your panties, looking up at you as she slowly pulled them down. You gasped as Wanda came up behind you, quickly unhooking your bra.

“Be a good girl now and get on your knees.” Wanda whispered, kissing the back of your neck.

You did as you were told, and as you waited for further instructions, you stayed still. As if to read your mind, Wanda stood up to unbuckle her pants. You knew what she wanted. Pulling the belt from the loops, she threw it on the ground. Stopping her hands from going further, you pulled her pants down for her.

“How much do you want my cock, princess?” she asked, combing her fingers through your hair. You gasped as she pulled your head back by your hair as she pulled her strapon out of the briefs she had on.

“So much, please Wanda. Please give it to me.”

Slapping the toy against your cheek before rubbing it against your lips, Wanda pushed the tip into your mouth. You took it into your mouth more, getting half way before it hit the back of your throat. Wanda held your head in place as she moved the toy out of your mouth.

“If it gets to be too much, you let go of Carol’s hand. Okay?” Wanda instructed, and you nodded. Knowing that she wanted actual words.

“Yes, I’ll do that.”

Carol got closer to you before grabbing your hand, watching closely as Wanda tipped your head back. “Open that pretty mouth of yours.” You did as you were told, as she let go of your head to lean in, she pushed two of her fingers into your mouth.

“You’re such a good slut for me, can’t wait to see my friends use your pretty little holes.” Wanda cooed, pulling her fingers out of your mouth. Wiping them on your cheek while Natasha walked over to the closet.

Holding the base of the cock, Wanda guided it back into your mouth. You took Carol’s hand once more, as Wanda began to fuck your face. “You look so fucking good like this, sucking my cock like a good little slut.” she praised, watching as you pull off to breathe.

“Good girl, (Your Name). Carol’s gonna lay down on her back, and I want you to sit on her strap.”

“Wait,” Natasha stopped you as Wanda helped you to your feet. “I kinda want to prep her.” Wanda looked at you to see if your face showed any sign of displeasure.

“You okay with her stretching your ass? Color?” Wanda had to make sure you were a hundred percent okay with it.

“Green, Wanda,” you assured her.

“Good, now bend over the bed. Gonna stretch you, get you prepped for my cock.” she smirked, licking her lips as you did what you were told. You looked back, watching as Carol went to grab something’s out of the dresser drawer. Unfortunately, you were unable to see exactly what she was grabbing. “You tell me if any of this is too much. Even if you’re in the middle of making Carol come, or even Wanda. I will check in with you during each step. Understood?”

“I understand.”

You waited for a few minutes as Natasha gathered a few things to use on you. Beginning to grow impatient, you whined as Wanda sat in front of you. Stroking your hair, she was still fully clothed, as was Carol. Hearing a cap being opened, you let out a whimper. Natasha carefully squirted some of the lube onto her fingers before rubbing them against your tight hole.

“You still good, (Your Name)? Color?” she asked, stilling her fingers.

“Green.”

When you had given her your color, she continued her movements. Dipping a finger slowly into your entrance, she used her free hand to rub at your clit. Carol began to take her clothes off, watching as Natasha worked her finger into you more.

“Gonna have you make Carol come, slut,” Natasha said. Pulling her hand away from your clit to slap your thigh, causing you to cry out.

Wanda moved from in front of you to let Carol could take her place. The blonde lifted your head by gripping your chin, she scooted down so you were able to reach her wet cunt. “That’s a good girl.” she moaned as you ran your tongue lightly through her folds.

“Going for a second finger, printsessa.” Natasha warned you, and you hummed against Carol. You waited as she squeezed a little more lube onto her finger, the cool texture made you whimper. You pulled back, looking up at the blonde - you wanted to try to be a tease, but that didn’t last long. Pulling your face back to her pussy, she let a chuckle as you went to work again.

“You’re such a good girl, would you like me to play with your pretty pussy?” Wanda asked, moving next to Natasha. Watching as Natasha began to pull her fingers out to the tips, and push them back in now with a third finger.

You hummed against Carol’s pussy, reaching up with your right hand rub at her clit. You closed your eyes as you felt Wanda’s fingers rubbing your clit. “Don’t get distracted, princess. Wanda will take her fingers away from your greedy cunt of yours.” Natasha warned.

“I-oh-” you cut yourself off, feeling Natasha slip her fingers out of your ass. Soon pushing a small plug into you to replace her fingers. “Fuck.”

“Yeah? You like that, (Your Name)? Going to keep that in until we’re ready to fuck your ass, understand? Color?” she asked, slapped your ass as Carol grabbed your wrist to stop your movements, even as she was growing closer to the edge.

“I-I understand. Green.” as soon as you said the color, Carol let go of your wrist, and you continued to fuck her with your fingers. Wanda pushed a finger into your entrance as Natasha moved to sit next to Carol. You were focused on making Carol come, pushing in a second finger into her, you watched as the redhead got up to grab something in the next room. Unsure of what it was, you shook the thought out of your head so you could focus.

“You’re going to make me come, add a third finger,” she moaned, and you did just that. Curling your fingers up as as you rubbed her clit with your thumb, she cried out. “Just like that, baby.”

Fucking her fast as Wanna mimicked your movements, Carol came as you curled your fingers once more. Your whole hand soaked from her, she pulled your hand up to her mouth, she cleaned it off. Watching as her tongue traced your skin, you let out a whimper.

Natasha came back into the room both of her hands holding a toy and it’s harness. "Gonna fuck you so good, are you going to be a good girl, (Your Name)? Because bad little whores get nothing.” Natasha smirked as you let out a whimper. Wanda helped you to your feet before she sat down on the bed.

“Come sit on my cock while they get ready, baby,” she said, and you moved closer to her. Pulling Wanda’s shirt up over her head, you lowered yourself onto the strap before unclasping her bra.

“Fuck, I don’t think I could get tired of watching her stretch on a strap,” Carol moaned as she tightened the harness around her waist.

“Please, Wan.” you whined as she held you still. You wanted to be fucked, but you soon realized she wasn’t quite wanting to fuck you yet.

“No, I’ll fuck you only if Nat and Carol think tou should be fucked, princess.” she smirked, kissing your back softly. Natasha tilted her head as if she was contemplating on what she should do.

“I think (Your Name) should fuck your cock. Why should you do all the work?” You bit your lip at her words as Wanda leaned back, resting on her elbows.

You began to move slowly, trying to get a pace that you liked. Wanda held onto your waist as she guided you on her strap, letting a soft moan as it brushed against her clit as you fucked it. “Look how pretty you are, slut. When you want to come, you ask. Understood?” Natasha asked slapping your as soon as she got closer to you.

“Y-yes, Nat-” Wanda cut you off with a slap to your ass.

“You’re going to call me 'Mommy’ for the rest of the night,” she said, pinching at your nipples as you continued to ride the toy. You moaned out, earning a slap to your face. “Mm, you liked that, princess? You like riding Daddy’s cock? Tell her, don’t tell me.”

“Oh god-” you swallowed, trying to form the words that you wanted to say. “Wanda I love riding your cock, please fuck me back, please. Please!”

Wanda stopped your movements, pushing you down on her strap so you couldn’t move. “What did Natasha call me, baby girl?” she asked, bringing her right hand to lightly, but firmly slap your cheek.

“D-Daddy,” you whispered as Carol wrapped a collar around your neck.

“Then call me that if you want baby, I’ve noticed a few slip ups when you almost called me that.” she smirked, leaving small bits on the parts of your arms where she could reach.

“Yes, Daddy,” you cried out as soon as she began fucking up into you.

“You look so good with a collar on, pup,” Carol smirked, rubbing your clit as Wanda continued her movements. You were growing closer to the edge, but you knew you had to ask for permission. The words weren’t coming as Carol sped her fingers up as Wanda continued to fuck you. You weren’t sure what Natasha was doing - too focused on your pleasure to find out.

“I can tell you’re close, baby. Do you wanna come? You know what to do when you need to,” Carol said, voice stern as she slapped your at your cunt.

“You’ll be punished if you come without permission, slut.” Natasha whispered in your ear as she snaked her hand through your hair. Pulling your head back by your hair, Natasha kissed you as her other hand slapped at your breasts. Pinching at your nipples before you broke the kiss.

“Please, Mommy. Please let me come all over her c-cock,” you whimpered, but Wanda stilled as you Carol continued.

“No.” Natasha smirked, helping you off of Wanda’s strap. You groaned at the feeling of being empty, but as the redhead stood you on your feet, you watched Wanda get on the bed so she was propped up on the pillow. “Bend over baby, gonna take the plug out now.”

You did as you were told, trying your best to relax as Natasha rubbed at your ass. Pulling at the toy lightly, she rubbed at your clit as she slowly worked it out of you. As soon as it was out, she slapped your ass. Wanda moved out of the way as Carol took her place. “Sit on Carol’s cock, then wait for instructions,” she stated, watching as you climbed on top of the bed.

Straddling Carol’s strap, she held it in place as you pushed yourself down on it. “So fucking tight, can’t wait for you to come on my cock.” She moaned, biting your shoulder as you let out a gasp. The toy much bigger than the one Wanda fucked you with. Having a few minutes to relax before you felt the bed dip as someone got on.

“Relax baby, the lube’s going to be really cold as you know, but I’ve gotta use much more now.” Natasha warned as you heard the bottle. Waiting in anticipation as she squirted some onto her fingers, you jumped at the cool feeling when she pushed the tip of her finger into your ass. She pulled it out as she lined the toy she was wearing up to your entrance. Wincing as she pushed in at a slow pace, she rubbed at your ass to try and sooth you.

“It’s okay, baby, just breathe.” she cooed, and you nodded against Carol. “You’re doing so good, so fuckin’ proud.” you moaned at the praise as Natasha pulled out. You knew she needed to go slow so she didn’t hurt you, but you began to grow impatient.

Your thoughts left you as Carol’s fingers poked at your lips, which you happily took into your mouth. Humming against them as Natasha pushed back into your ass - this time going halfway in before stopping. “How do you feel, (Your Name)? Color?” she asked, and you pulled your mouth away from her fingers.

“I feel so good, Mommy. So fucking full though, and green.” you smiled. Kissing Carol’s shoulder, you waited until you were fully comfortable before letting Natasha know that you wanted her to start moving. As she waited, she opened the bottle of lube up before squirting some onto the strap, and your ass. She checked as she rubbed up and down your crack teasingly when you finally broke the silence.

“Please, you can move now. Please give it to me,” you whimpered as the redhead did what you wanted. Fucking you at a slow pace, you gasped as Carol reached down the best she could, rubbing against your clit.

“Yeah? You want Mommy to fuck your ass, huh? So fucking full you need more?” she asked, moaning as she began to slowly move.

“Y-yeah!” Earning a laugh from Natasha, she pulled your back against her chest by your hair. Fucking into you at a much faster pace, she whispered, “You tell me if it’s too much, (Your Name). Okay?” licking your neck. You whimpered as she her arm went along your chest to keep you against her as she let go of your hair.

“Mommy- please, so fucking close.” you held on to the headboard as Carol rubbed at your clit once more.

“Yeah? You’re already so close, beg your Daddy to let you come then.” before you could respond, Natasha pulled your hair so that you were looking to the right. You gasped as you found Wanda pumping two fingers into herself as she watched as Carol and Natasha fucked you.

“Did I hear that right, baby? You wanna come on their cocks?” Wanda asked as she got up off the chair. Getting on the bed, she stood on it above Carol. “Suck on my cock while you come then.” she held onto the toy as Natasha pushed you onto it. Taking in as much as you could, Wanda slowly moved you on it, fucking your face at a comfortable pace.

“You look so fucking good sucking her cock, Wanda’s dripping all over me.” Carol moaned, watching as you took the toy deeper. You hummed against it, trying your best to relax your throat. Wanting to make her proud you pulled back, taking a deep breath before taking the whole strap in one go. Your nose pressing into her, you looked at up at her. She smiled down at you, tapping your cheek before pulling out of your mouth.

“Tongue out.” she said, voice stern. She left no room for disobedience, but as Natasha continued to fuck you, the words weren’t processing. Knowing that Wanda would grow impatient, you closed your eyes, and stuck out your tongue. “Never said to shut your eyes, slut. Where’s my good girl? Maybe we should stop fucking you all together. Make you think about how much of a bad girl you are.”

You shook your head, “No, Daddy, I’m sorry.” Opening your eyes as you stuck out your tongue once again.

“Good girl.” she praised.

Leaning in so her face was a few inches from yours, she spat in your mouth before closing in on the space. Kissing you as she held you in place. “Please, please Daddy. I’m gonna come!” you cried as Natasha smacked your ass.

“Come for us, come now.” she said, wrapping her hand around your throat. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you came with a loud cry. As Natasha fucked you through it, Wanda let go of your throat. You laid against Carol as Natasha pulled out. Quick to take off the toy as she left the room once more.

“You did so good for us, baby. Took us all so well, so fucking proud.” Carol whispered, kissing you on the cheek as Wanda lifted you off of her strap. Carrying around the bed, she laid you down in the middle next to the blonde.

“Nat went to grab a few things for you, but she’ll be back.” Wanda smiled, kissing your forehead as she got into the bed next to you.

Carol and Wanda both wrapped their arms around you as you began to drift off to sleep. Only waking back up when Natasha entered the room. “Drink some of this water, you needed it.” she said, leaving no room for you to refuse it.

“Wanda and Carol will take you home when you’re ready to get up.” Natasha stated, leaning over Carol to kiss you on your lips.

—-

After cuddling all three of them for a good hour, you whispered to Wanda that you were ready. Although you would rather stay the night once more, you didn’t want to intrude. “I’ll see you around?” you asked as you gave Natasha a hug goodbye - unsure of why she wasn’t going with them to take you home.

“Maybe,” she winked playfully as Carol, Wanda, and you all made your way out of the bedroom door as soon as you were fully dressed.

You noticed that everyone at the party wasn’t downstairs any more. “You guys wait in the car, I’ll go grab your movies!” Carol said as Wanda took your hand.

Wanda walked you quickly to the car, pushing you up against it. Kissing your lips, she quickly moved down to kiss your neck. You let out a shaky breath before she pulled away.

“Do-Do you work tomorrow?” you asked as she nuzzled against your neck.

“Mm, no. You?”

“Unfortunately.” you were going to be dead tired, but it was well worth it.

Wanda didn’t respond with words, instead sucking on your neck. You knew it was going to leave a mark, but you couldn’t care less. Pulling away when she heard the front door opening, as you went for the driver’s side, Wanda stopped you in your tracks.

“I’ll drive you to your house, you’re exhausted.” she said as you opened the door to the back seat.

“Alright. But how are you guys getting home?”

“We’ll walk, and before you try and get us to not, it’s okay, we enjoy walking.” she assured you as if she had read your mind.

The ride to your house was silent, but comfortable. It was already beginning to become light out when Carol walked you to the front door. You were thankful that you didn’t have to go to work until four pm.

—

When you woke up, you groaned. You must’ve fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Opening your eyes to look at the clock, your eyes widened as you realized it was already three pm. You slept in way too long, jumping up, you got into the shower. Before you went to work, you texted Wanda saying “Hey”. Something in your gut was telling you to text her. But as you drove to work, you hoped that it wouldn’t be too busy so you could get away with texting.

—

You said hello to your boss before sitting at the front desk. Eyes wide when you noticed the scheduling calendar - noticing that you and Sam were the only ones on it for the whole month. You called for your boss, wanting to know why Wanda wasn’t on it anymore. Considering that she never brought it up to you yesterday, or even the day before.

“What’s up, (Your Name)?” he asked, a concerned look on his face. You weren’t sure how to word it, not wanting to pry in her business. Especially since this was all new to you - just two days ago she was working with you!

“I know it shouldn’t be any of my business, but I just saw her yesterday and the day before. Wanda? Why isn’t she on the schedule?” You watched his face turn from a friendly smile to a look that said he was contemplating his answer.

“Nobody named Wanda has ever worked here.”

[claiestve]

hiii clai 💗

was wondering if you could do a story where pickle hasn't enjoyed/celebrated their birthday in the past, due to their parents not seeing it as important (this totally isn't me), and isaac helps them make them feel like their day is actually special <3

it's my birthday this friday so I was just wondering

(btw ilysm and your writings are so scrumptious mwah <3)

𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐟 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 ꨄ Isaac

˜”* ❝𝘼𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ!

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

You hear music coming from Isaac’s study. Like, loud, happy music. It was really unlike him to play music so loud and so happy especially this early in the morning. You tried to think what would be different today. End of the week? No, Isaac doesn’t care about that kind of stuff. Maybe he’s doing something super happy? Well, no. You skipped over the fact that it was your birthday. You never cared too much for it, even as a kid. So that couldn’t be it… or could it?

You shrug it off and go back to work, enjoying the company of the music. The more you worked though, the more curious you got. Eventually, you had to go to his study to see just what he could be doing. 

Knock knock

“Isaac?”

You knock a few more times before twisting the knob. 

“I’m coming in, okay?”

As you open the door, you can hear shuffling and the music turning off. Your eyes meet Isaac’s and he looks… crazy. 

“What are you doing?” You ask him, giggling. 

He catches his breath, “Happy Birthday, Pickle! Ah-” 

You stare at him with confusion. Was this man seriously out of breath and playing loud music just because it was your birthday? That’s new. 

“Thank you? Does that have anything to do with, um, this?”

He looks at you dumbfounded. As if it wasn’t painfully obvious that he was going to surprise you. To be fair, he wasn’t even in bed when you woke up. 

“Of course! Here, I got you a gift too,” He rummages through his things and finds a small box with a bow on it, “Here.”

You take the box into your hand and open it to see a bunch of Polaroids of you and him. You dump them into your hand and look through them, smiling. Some of them were candids you didn’t know he took of you. 

“Isaac… thank you.” 

He wraps his arms around you and rocks the both of you back and forth. 

“That’s not all though. Do you remember when we were looking at places to go to?”

“Oh yeah, a few weeks ago.”

“Remember the fancy one that you were obsessing over?” He asks with the biggest smile on his face. 

“Uh huh…”

“Well, I may have made a reservation.” 

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

The rest of the day, Isaac wasn’t letting you do anything. He would’ve volunteered to be the ground you walk on if he could. You kept getting texts from people Isaac works with wishing you a happy birthday. Of course, he forced them to but you appreciated it either way. At the restaurant you two went to, he took more and more pictures of you while smiling the whole time. He really knew how to make a day like this special for you and you loved it. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

I love how the isaac's listener is pickle now

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @youngwriterofthecentury <3 im sorry this was so shortt

know i normally do ariana gif but lisa fit sm better

[larsbarsart]

Hehe Hat game go brrrrr

Also self insert :3

Lars!! Or also Scarf Teen/Adult!

Their scarf is their equivalent to HK's Hat!

Bio older sibling to Hat Kid and just. Adopted Bow Kid and Timmy as siblings along the way to in-game events

Edit: Tumblr, how did you fuck this up? Why did you move my images??? Anyways I fixed it, all is as it should be.

More Info-Dumping below cut :]

So! I don't really know how Lars and Hat Kid (Harriet, Harry, or just Hat or Hattie in this AU) ended up travelling space but something happened because here they are

During their explorations of planets, they found Bow, a young orphan living on the streets of her hometown, and Timmy, a boy with a not so great home life (understatement).

Their spaceship is basically the same, with another couple of rooms.

Hattie's room, now shared with Bow, is the same but with more furniture and decoration for the latter kid. Hat still has her lil' diary hideout because sometimes the girl just needs some space to be on her own. Lars is the only person on the ship allowed in with permission

Timmy's room is in the basement, as an area renovated and repurposed to be a room. Think the room with the Alpine Skyline Warp Telescope. Harry did argue at first, but was eventually persuaded in the end. I'm not gonna explain, that'll have me writing an entire scene

Lars's room is the attic, where the Finale Warp Telescope is. They repurposed the attic in the first year or so of living on the ship so that they could have their own room.

Anyways, let's go onto the game events!

It all starts relatively the same, the kids wake up, Lars sleeping through the first alarm. Timmy and Hat, knowing how to handle the ship on their own, get started for travelling through the day when, Uh Oh! Mafia!

A couple of five minute alarms later.

Due to damages on the ship, the first couple of Time Pieces on the ship don't warp the kids back to the ship, but once Lars fixes it (and the hole in the window) it works again. After some talking, they start a plan:

Timmy, being a bit more tech oriented and avoidant of most conflicts, will stay on the ship to locate the Time Pieces while the other three track down and retrieve them, Tim relaying to them through earpieces and walkie talkie things. Mustache Girl still goes on the ship to plan Mafia Takedown with the kids, but Lars, back on Earth, remains unaware of their adventure until last second. ("Great. A kid working against us to gather the Time Pieces. Just what we needed.")

After that fiasco, the girls aren't allowed outside of Lars's sight when on field.

Which, of course is quickly disobeyed when Lars loses them at Dead Bird Studio, finding them again while DJ Grooves and the Conductor are roping Bow and Harry respectively into their movies

After a bit of persuading (the girls to Lars) and threatening (Lars to the directors) the girls are allowed to help the birds while their mostly legal guardian checks out Subcon Forest.

If you've played/watched the game, you can guess how that turns out

Anyways, a couple more things I wanna point out is, in my mind, the kids go on the cruise while Lars looks around Nyakuza Metro ("I feel safer leaving yall on a boat than wandering around a bunch of speeding vehicles"). That leaves them all to got around the Skylines together. Family Fun!

Anyways, that's about all I've got on that. Idk if I'll make more posts about this, but I just wanted to get all of my thoughts out in text

[chibishortdeath]

So uh, first actual post I guess. This is all random dumps (taken from my instagram stories, so they’re formatted weird lol) of symbols and things associated with Simon. I’ve never seen anyone do this for him before so mwahaha I guess I’m the first >:3c. Sorry if this is kinda just a random stream of words, I’m just getting a bunch of thoughts down and anyone can use this information for theories, art, story analysis, and etc later d(^^ ).

The first one is a bunch of possibility important references, primarily things from HoD, but also a couple from OoE and the Hanged Man Skeletons, which are explained a bit more in the second and third image. There’s a couple details I didn’t have the space for oof (T_T ). If I remember correctly, the Smiling Statue is found in the area where the Hellmont enemies are. I’m not exactly sure if there’s any significance to any of the statue placements, but they’re definitely supposed to be a Carmilla and Simon reference, not sure on who the Sage statue is supposed to be tho. My best guess is maybe Death since he’s the other Simon’s Quest boss lol, but the statue really doesn’t look like him. It’s interesting. The Hero statue is very obvious, Juste gets the little flavor text that “that’ll be me someday” kinda referencing how Simon looked up to Christoper in a similar way (yes, Christopher, he is mentioned in the first manual in Japan I believe, I should talk about him eventually). The whole Hellmont/Shimon thing is nuts and idk why it’s just never mentioned again. Like the name Simon has the ability to be a pun in Japanese on “Death Gate/Gates of Death” which is 1. Badass and 2. Ominous as heck! I also didn’t get to fit in the random family heirloom clock that’s in ghost Dracula’s castle for some reason in HoD, the one that has the nice description of having been “bought on the day your grandfather was born” (not an exact quote word for word but yeah). It feels significant to me idk, why would family heirlooms end up in there? Also didn’t mention the Bullet Tip (called “Christopher’s Soul” in Japan), but that one’s interesting too.

Also I wasn’t able to fit the OoE and Simon’s Quest maps on there so I might make a post about comparing them later :3. That Anna girl could be talking about someone else, but considering the similarities and references to Simon and his games in the rest of OoE (which I also should explain if I can manage to get it all together) it’s safe to assume she’s having nightmares of one of Simon’s fights against Dracula. Which is also interesting in the context that her whole side quests revolve around helping her cat protect her from dark spirits.

I know this wiki isn’t the most reliable source, but I’ve seen other sources that claim the skeletons on the outer wall of SotN and DoS (I believe) are supposed to be a reference to the whip swinging in CV4. It’s really interesting that they’d make a reference to Simon by having the skeletons be hung by one foot like the hanged man is commonly depicted considering the meanings behind that card, but since the position of the skeleton is pretty much the same in both, it’s probably intentional.

The last Chronicles one is kinda based on the assumption that these are rose thorns, but when looking up thorn symbolism a looooot of the specific red rose symbolism kinda started to line up really well. Roses also have a lot of religious significance too so I figured it wouldn’t be that big of a stretch to say they were rose thorns. Chronicles is not the first time flowers have been mentioned with Simon in mind however, I couldn’t fit it anywhere, but the Japanese text for the fastest Simon’s Quest ending mentions he “brought full blown flowers in next spring”, just a fun fact tho, idk how to add it into anything here tbh (-w-; ).

What was the most interesting about this dive into random symbols and other details was how often things ended up symbolizing “self sacrifice” and/or “martyrdom”! Usually twice or thrice wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but considering the vague nature of all the Simon’s Quest endings in all versions of the game and the general lack of focus on Simon’s story aspect, it’s pretty cool to see some things that line up like that :O! Also I am thoroughly aware that I might just be looking to deep into things and connecting things and aren’t there, but I don’t really care cause I had fun!!! :3 Anyway, do with this knowledge what you will, hope you guys like it.

[epersonae]

The Cooking Project: Yakitori-don

The next card in the stack was a recipe from a friend who I believe lived in Japan for a year. She shared it in Slack, and I wrote it down on a card because free Slack instances have limited history availability. (there will be another recipe later, I think, with a similar origin) I don't know exactly how long ago I wrote it down (2 or 3 years ago, probably), and I've never made it.

Summary: pretty good, would make again with a couple of mods. Unfortunately, there will be a long digression into rice cooking first.

Recipe text, transcribed

Yakitori-don (from Amanda C.)

2-4 chicken breasts 1 c soy sauce 1/2 c sugar 1 tsp garlic salt 1 onion, chopped

all into crock pot on low, 8 hrs [arrow leads to a notes that says try instant for 10 min & quick release] shred chicken, stir back into sauce serve over Nishiki (?) rice

[Nishiki rice, when I looked it up, turns out to be a medium grain white rice similar to Calrose. we'll get to Problems With Rice next]

Things that happen when you move while Trauma, or: Problems With Rice

So my favorite way to make rice, not owning a rice cooker, is with an instant pot. As it happens, I own two of them, because Ryn brought one when they moved out here. Which, I thought: perfect! One for the chicken and one for the rice.

Except, as it turns out, Ryn's rice cooker has a detachable cord. Which was detached at some point presumably in August or September 2021, and is........ SOMEWHERE. Is that somewhere in the box, which is probably in the garage? Is it in another shelf in the kitchen behind a bunch of stuff? Is it in the landfill? I have no idea (yet).

[the Instant Pot that betrayed me]

Which means there was only one instant pot, which is a lot less fun than there was only one bed.

I didn't buy medium grain white rice for this recipe, because I had long grain on hand, and, eh. But that means that my rice is in a container and does not have cooking instructions. So I opened up my trusty copy of How to Cook Everything Vegetarian, which I think I got as a Christmas present like 10 years ago, on the assumption that it would have the usual X rice to Y water for Z time formula that one might find on the back of a bag of rice. Instead, he suggests a method that is "Far easier and more reliable [...] which will work well for any kind of white rice at all" that involves a lot of watching and fiddling with the heat. (which on a gas stove can be quite tricky!) Without getting too deep into it:

I think it might have been cooked properly at the bottom, but the top was almost entirely uncooked. So I started over using his microwave method, which was fine (slightly undercooked) but also got wet starch all over the inside of my microwave. Do not recommend.

tl;dr: If I can't find the power cord for that instant pot, I will probably be buying a rice cooker.

Ok, but how was the chicken?

My one mod in prepping is my standard: I hate the texture of onion, cooked or raw, and at some point I discovered that grating an onion gets the umami of it without the texture. So I did that.

Dumped everything in the instant pot (two chicken breasts, btw), stirred it around a bit, and then set it for ...

Possibly 8 minutes, because I was distracted by all the rice shenanigans, and was just glancing at the card when I set the timer, and uh, may have read the number next to "crock pot" instead of the number next to "instant".

In any case, I did that, set it for 5 minutes before releasing (because that matched the time the microwaved rice needed to sit), and shredded, then let that sit for a little bit while I did a few other things in the kitchen.

[none of the photos I took are particularly good or interesting, tbh]

Final thoughts

It was: fine. I think I just don't really like chicken breast very much; the whole thing definitely needed a fat of some kind to be properly satisfying. But also, it's hard to go wrong with soy sauce and sugar and garlic and onion. I will say that I think cooking the onion raw in liquid made the house smell weird.

It was a decent dinner, made just enough to have leftovers for lunch today. Mostly I wish I'd had some snow peas or something, tho.

I will probably make it again with the following modifications: chicken thighs instead of breast, and either onion powder or saute the onion first for a little better onion flavor (slash less-weird house smell).

If I were being ✨ fancy ✨, I'd reduce the sauce a bit, maybe with a little cornstarch, and I can see where this is probably a big difference between crock pot (which I don't own) and instant pot.

All of that contingent on actually being able to make good rice, though.

[soshhy]

Okay so! I saw this reblog in my notifications and thought ...uh, sorry, can't help you there. But then I thought, you know what? I do have strategies for this. I've just never laid them out in my head. So here's an attempt.

A task to me has a bunch of parts - they don't necessarily go in order, but I'll list them in a rough order here.

1) define the task

2) identify what's difficult

3) arrange the workspace

4) assemble the equipment

5) work through the task list

Let's take the task of tidying a messy room as an example.

So, to tidy your room you'd start by grabbing yourself a piece of paper and making your plan using these parts as your inspiration.

Definine the task: look around the room. What's going to have to change for you to consider the task done? I alway do this by listing surfaces that have collections of stuff on. Looking around my messy living room right now, that means: coffee table, side table, dining table, kitchen counters, bookshelves, floor. Once there's no longer random stuff on any of those, my living room will be tidy. So that's the main part of the task list written, but you can't just dive right in. You'll get in trouble. Let's do all those other parts!

Identify what's difficult. In my messy room there's a bunch of stuff that I don't know where it goes, and there's a bunch of places where things are supposed to go that are already covered in mess, so I can't put things there. This makes me think: ugh, don't wanna. Fortunately most of this can be solved in the next step - and you'll find it's the same for all kinds of unexpected tasks, including essays, as I'll get to later.

Arrange the workspace. So we've identified "stuff I don't know where it goes" and "stuff I know where it goes but the place is too messy to put it there". My workspace needs areas for me to put those things! I will also need a place for trash, a place for dirty dishes, and a place for stuff that actually belongs in the bathroom or my bedroom. That's my workspace!

Assemble the equipment. So thinking about my workspace has helped me identify the equipment I need: a trash bag, 3 cardboard boxes or bags to put my categories of stuff, and one sink or piece of clear counter space for dirty dishes to form the areas of my workspace. I don't need much else for this particular task, but others will have much more extensive lists.

Work through the task list. Thanks to the steps we've just been through, we can refine the task list a bit. For each area i will need to: throw away any trash; Put away the stuff that can be put away immediately; put everything else into one of my workspace areas. Once that's all done, I'll have to tackle my workspace areas: wash the dishes, put away the things that can be put away now the place is tidy enough, find places for the random stuff, take the stuff that doesn't belong to my bedroom and bathroom. So that's my list! All the surfaces, all the tasks. Write it down, work through it step by step, tick it off as you go.

And this approach works, with a little tweaking, for all kinds of tasks. I mentioned essays. Your workspace for an essay or other piece of writing is the document you're writing in and all the sources you're using. ARRANGE IT before you start. I use 3-column tables in word for this. One small column where you put the header of that section of what you're writing, one large column to dump notes and cut and paste text from sources, and another large column to actually write in. Then you know that once you've filled in all sections of the table, you're done.

Does that help at all? I have no idea if it will, but it helps me!

I was just reading an ADHD post about breaking tasks up into smaller chunks, and I wanted to share something that helped me.

Once upon a time, I was sitting at my desk at 3am, having procrastinated all day, and finally got to the stage where I was so desperate to meet my 9am deadline I made an itemised list of every single thing I had to do, to the level of "1) Open this document. 2) Open this web page. 3) Arrange the windows so you can see both at once... Etc." It took me hours, and I was beating myself up the whole time because I knew I was spending three times as long making the list as I would doing the task, good god, what's wrong with me, this is so stupid...

I finished the list. I went through it step by step. And then I was done.

It was a revelation. It was so incredibly easy, once the list was there.

Since then I've thought: so what if making the list takes three times as long as doing the task? That's what it takes. That's PART OF THE TASK. It's the most important part, because it's the bit that means you can start at all.

Now if I'm struggling I give myself permission to use the most time consuming strategies, to hold my own hand like I'm a two year old, to guide myself through the tiniest of baby steps, because that's a skill I've fought for and it works.

Maybe this is obvious to everyone else. But if there's anyone out there like me, perhaps not yet diagnosed, beating themself up for not being able to just get things done like a normal person, I want to say this: make that list even as the clock ticks down to your deadline. Its not a waste of time. It's part of the task.

[thedeadthree]

so the way im thinking is that yelizaveta there at the time the assassination of dmitrii happened. the camarilla were hoping to embrace him to gain a foothold on the current ruling in russia by embracing from one of its more influential noble families. [the wasiowskas were there and in moscow but since a good chunk of Eastern Europe was held by the tzimizce the camarilla needed a stronger hold on russia other than just moscow u know?] and dmitrii was the one they had their eyes on. so they had set up through dropping in words that would cause the mortals to conspire an assassination so that they could swoop in and embrace him. it worked, and so they orchestrated his assassination in the hopes of taking the crown for themselves.

buuut they didn’t take into account that yelizaveta had been at the palace and has a close allyship with the current mortal nobility. at the right place at the right time it seemed she found dmitrii bleeding out in a hallway and in an attempt to save him decided that it would be best to embrace him. [also realizing that this was in no doubt planned by the camarilla] and though dmitrii was grateful to her he was FURIOUS at the people who he thought had his best interests at heart. and so he wears the rings that belonged to them as a reminder of them and what the had done to him. heavy is the head that wears the crown and if held by the weight of betrayal u know?

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

16th Day of Christmas

A Sweet Outcome From a Sweet Mishap

Summary/Prompt - Part 2 to Day 2’s fic, A Sweet Mishap. What happens when the reader decides to contact the number on the coaster.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

Once you finally finish work the day you’re exhausted. You trudge back to your tiny apartment down the road and collapse on your couch. Just as you start to finally relax the smell of chocolate and old milk gets to your nose. You force yourself to get up, shower and change into fresh clothes. As you’re not planning to move from your couch, let alone go out anywhere for the rest of the day, you just put on a hoodie and sweatpants. As you go to put your dirty clothes in the hamper, you remember the coaster. It’s now a little squashed and stained, but it’s still readable.

So you take it and your phone out and then you collapse on the couch again. Once you’ve regained some energy you decide to text the number, just to check if it’s real or a fake he made up on the spot.

Hi, uh…I’m just realising I didn’t get your name earlier?

Who is this? How did you get this number?

It’s Y/N, from Mamma Jo’s Coffee and Chocolateria.

I dumped a drink all over you.

I just wanted to know where I can send the money for a new shirt?

Seeing as you didn’t get to drink the hot chocolate I made you.

Oh, hey! If I tell you my name you have to promise to keep it to you it self

Same with this number

What are you, a spy or something?

I can’t tell you anything until you promise

Otherwise my agent will want you to sign an NDA

Alright, Mr Fancypants, I promise not to tell a soul I met you or give out this number

Regardless of who you are

Thank you

My name is Jensen

Nice to meet you Jensen

So how much was your shirt and how do you want the money?

Venmo? Cash? PayPal? Direct transfer?

Don’t worry about the money

It’s fine

But I have to do something

I feel so bad

I wasn’t looking either

If you’re absolutely certain, I’ll leave you alone before your agent gets worried

Wait

So you really didn’t recognise me?

Sorry to burst your ego bubble

Maybe you’re just not as important as you think you are.

No, it’s not about my ego

I’m just used to people asking for pictures or autographs

And the paparazzi

It’s a nice change to meet someone who doesn’t have a preconceived idea of who I am

Alright so who are you? Other than Jensen then

If you don’t mind sharing of course

Or do I have to sign a NDA for that sort of insider info

I’m Jensen Ackles

I am an actor

That flash earlier in the cafe was paparazzi

So you’ll likely be on the front of a bunch of magazines as my mystery girl

When that happens you will have to sign a NDA, but I’ll handle everything else

You’re just best of steering clear of me

Actor? Were you on that Paranormal show?

Supernatural?

Yeah that’s me

Sorry, I haven’t seen it. Maybe an episode here and there but I’m pretty busy

Don’t get much time to watch TV

Honestly, I’m glad you haven’t

It makes it easier to talk to you

If the actor thing and potential NDA doesn’t bother you

I would love a do over

Are you sure?

I don’t want to make things complicated you you

With paparazzi or you agent

I’ll handle all that

What are you doing tonight?

I really wasn’t planning on leaving my couch

But you may be able to persuade me

How about I join you on that couch?

Or you join me on mine?

I really don’t know you

Right

Sorry

That was too forward

No, it’s ok

I just think it would be better to get to know each other first

Sure

Of course

When is your next day off?

Saturday

Damn, I work this weekend

How about Monday evening?

I’ll be on a plane by then

I’m only working here for the weekend

Guess it just isn’t meant to be then

Maybe not now

But someday

Maybe someday

Can I keep texting you?

Sure

[grison-in-space]

real sorry for all the new folks following me this week, as I am driven underwater by the weight of lab chaos and have very little energy for much else except sudden hyperfocused text dumps at the moment

hi my bio is about three years out of date, I go long stretches of time posting nothing and occasionally lunge out of the shadows to produce a long and deeply nerdy commentary on some other poor bastard’s years-old OP. I’m not updating the bio. it’s been a long week and I am tired.

that this has finally happened to me is some kind of regretful cosmic irony, especially because it was really quite well described and explained costuming detail work, and I’m mad I don’t have the specialist knowledge to do such a thing half so well as redhorsedawn did.

those of you who are here from the giraffe thing last week, you’re more likely to luck out and get more of that moving forward; I am in fact a working biolo--aw motherfucker probably I’m supposed to call myself a neuroscientist now? ew, fuck that. I’m a behavioral ecologist in a trenchcoat lurking in a neuroscience lab which is pretending real hard that it belongs in the Psychology department of my current institution for funsies. I got a lot of big opinions about biology and animal behavior, and my training and inclination tends to be more on the “how do we understand animals within their own context, and how can we decode their communication and experiences” side of things and not so much the “how can we use animal cognition as a model to understand humans?” side. most of my actual day to day work right now is either coding or ferrying tiny little mice back and forth from their home cages to the place where they get to play video games in exchange for slurps of milkshake. they seem to like that sort of thing. me, I like the coding better, but we’ve been pretty short staffed lately.

I am interested in a bunch of other shit that isn’t so much about animal behavior or brains too in terms of nonfiction and am equally likely to lunge out of the bushes to rave about: sexuality, gender shit, disability, human history and how it relates to these things, human social and community dynamics, asexual community history (motherfucker I was there when we argued about the shade of purple to put in the ace flag; you bring ace exclusionism into my space and I will make fun of you as publicly as I know how) and occasionally how to spot TERFs/why radfem shit is enticing. I do not tolerate TERF shit, and I do not bother with DNIs: my version is that when TERFs reblog my crap I make them wish they had a DNI for me. the thing about posting all my non-fannish stuff to @grison-in-labs is a lie; I always forget what goes to what blog and confuse the streams, so unfortunately the only way to interact with me is to put up with an occasional firehose of content. sorry. I also can’t tag for shit.

those of you who are here from the “no actually Jaskier is a fairly burly dude who merely puts deliberate effort into being perceived as small and non-threatening and fuckable” side of things are--well look my fannish posts tend to be few and far between unless I’m actively trying to riff with someone or interacting. if you want that shit you gotta talk to me and my entire workplace is currently a rolling tire fire, so.... yeaaaaaaah, I’ve been distractable. uh, my partner @coffee-mage-sans-caffeine is writing a big ol’ Witcher fandom novel, and I beta for my buddy @abeautifulblog sometimes. I fear writing fiction myself and generally don’t bother, but I will meta until the cows come home; lob me a fun idea and I’ll chew on it with delight. I can overthink anything. 

generally if you talk to me and are friendly I will talk to you and be friendly back; I do not count followers and will not notice if you read this whole thing and fuck off into the night, but I wanted to let y’all know what you were getting into. again though: I cannot consistently remember tags, I am sorry, but I am rolling in with metaphorical Starbucks--worst fucking nerfed ADHD ever I swear to fuck--and doin’ my best here. I do believe very strongly in de-escalation; if there’s a conflict and you didn’t mean to make one happen, and you try to communicate with me in good faith, I’ll try and listen pretty much every time.

motherfucker, the pizza is burning. should probably eat.

have fun, folks.