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enchxanting · 4 months ago

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our love is god [ethan landry x reader] pt. 11

read part 10 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: discussion of suicide, attempting and faking

cw: (fake) suicide, mild gore / body horror (? if you squint), guns

a/n: back from the dead. the party ended an hour ago and she's still here (me still writing this fic when the scream vi/ethan landry fandom is basically dead and it's almost 2025). i'm gonna finish this even if it kills me bc my mom didn't raise a quitter. im also on ao3 btw

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“Wake up.”

Fuck, I must have fallen asleep on my desk. I lift my head up groggily, unsticking the open page of my diary from my forehead. I look around for the source of the voice before feeling a tap on my shoulder. “Boo.”

I turn and my blood goes cold. Tara stands in front of me, lips and chin stained with a disgusting blue, leafing through my copy of Moby Dick. She grins, and her teeth are bloody. “Surprised to see me?”

“What the actual fuck,” I say. “How are you here?”

That makes her laugh. “It’s your guilty conscience, Y/N. But I’m glad for the reprieve. The afterlife is so boring.”

“Tara,” I begin, “I am so, so sorry. I had no idea–”

She waves me off, taking a seat on my bed. “Save it. There is literally nothing you can say to make this,” she gestures to her face, “okay. Let’s move on.”

My eyes well with tears. I know this can’t be real, but even then, it feels so good to see her again, to hear her voice.

“You haven’t called Anika,” she says, after a moment.

My heart clenches. “Fuck, I know. It’s just all been so crazy. And I’ve been with Ethan…”

She rolls her eyes and stands, crossing her arms. “Not that she’d be able to pick up the phone, anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was on the news, Y/N. She stepped into the freeway holding a suicide note. A real one.”

My blood goes cold. “Oh my god, Tara, is she dead?”

She doesn’t look at me. “Just some broken bones. The car wasn’t going fast enough. Trying to imitate me, I guess.”

“Jesus Christ, that’s not fucking funny.” I’m crying now, face hot and heart thumping.

“Sorry, you’re right. What’s funny is you're still listening to your psycho boyfriend even after he killed me.”

“What happened to moving on?” I choke out.

She sighs. “Sorry, you’re right. That’s one of the things I’m supposed to be working on, up in heaven, you know.”

I sink back into my desk chair. “Everything is so fucking wrong.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I have no clue. Ethan is psycho but I can’t get rid of him. If I go to the cops I’d have to admit my involvement in the whole thing. Plus, he’d probably find a way to pin it on me. He’s so persuasive. Every time I’m with him I get confused.”

“Well, see if you can hold strong this time.”

“Wait, what do you mean?”

She points to the window. “Knock, knock.”

I go over and peer through the blinds. Climbing up my tree is Ethan, eyes wild and pistol between his teeth. I gasp and stumble back from the window. What the fuck do I do?

“Yo, girl, fucking keep it together,” Tara says, and she’s right. I have to stay calm. What would Nancy Drew do? Or Wendy Torrance?

Or better yet– what would Ethan do?

I hear a solid thump as he lands on the roof of our porch, right underneath my room. I run into the closet, barely locking it behind me as I hear him climb through the window.

“Hi, Y/N. Sorry for barging in through the window– dreadful etiquette, I know, But I thought your parents wouldn’t let me in.”

“Get out of my house,” I say, voice hoarse. “We’re done.”

“Come on,” he whines, “I thought all was forgiven. You and I, we’re like Bonnie and Clyde.”

“You’re sick.”

“You like that,” he hisses, and I can tell he’s right up against the door. “Seriously, Y/N, what happened to ‘I love you?’”

I don’t respond. Instead, I reach for an old belt and footstool tucked away in a corner. His fist slams against the door. “What, you’re not going to say anything?”

Using the footstool to reach, I tie the tail end of the belt to a beam on the ceiling. Carefully, I loop the other end around itself, sure to actually slide the buckle through the tightest hole, snug around my chin. God, I hope this works.

I hear Ethan step away from the door. “Y/N, I’m going to count to three. Come out of there.”

He pauses for a second, and when I don’t respond, he scoffs. “Fine. One… two… fuck it.”

He slams his whole body against the door, and I close my eyes, kicking the stool out from under me.

I hear him gasp, and the sound of his knees hitting the carpet. “Oh my god– Y/N–” he chokes out.

I feel him grasp my leg, and it takes everything in me not to flinch away. “Why would you do this?” he sobs. “You were the only person I had left… we almost…”

After a moment, he lets go and rises to his feet, and I hear the rustle of his jacket as he wipes away his tears. “I wasn’t going to go through with it. But if I can’t have your love, he’s right. Everyone has to suffer.”

Who is? I think, but I hear Ethan’s footsteps retreat back to the window. I wait until I hear the sound of his tire treads screeching against the asphalt to open my eyes and grab the shelves on the side of my closet to steady myself, pulling my head out of the loop I'd made.

“Clever,” Tara quips. I’d forgotten she was there. “I guess through the tears he didn’t realize you weren’t actually choking. He’s a little melodramatic, huh?”

“I have to stop him. No one else can do it, not the FBI, not the CIA, not the PTA. I don’t know what he’s planning, but someone is going to get hurt.”

“Well, don’t forget that.” I look to where she’s pointing at the bottom of my closet, where Ethan’s gun lies, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

“Shit,” I say.

“He finally slipped up.”

Tara and I look at each other. I give her a half-hearted smile. “You know, I might be seeing you soon if this doesn’t work out.”

“Don’t say that, Y/N. Go fucking get him. For Mindy, and Chad, and Anika, and me.”

She grabs my hand, and my eyes well up again, but when I blink them away, she’s gone, and I’m standing alone in my room, hand outstretched to the air.

I sigh. “One more dance, Ethan.”

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ducktoonsfanart · 3 months ago

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Scrooge McDuck and Flintheart Glomgold in another world and depart from the mortal world - Adult Huey Dewey and Louie with older Donald and Glomgold's nephew Slackjaw Snorehead - Shocking discovery - Quack Pack AU - Duckverse, Ducktales and Duck comics - My style and my version

WARNING: This is just an alternate future, and it doesn't necessarily mean it will be my canon (maybe some ideas are), so don't think that Scrooge McDuck and Flintheart Glomgold are really dead because they aren't, at least not in my Quack Pack. This is an alternate future of the Quack Pack and what happened when they went to the other world. And it contains only my joke and don't take it at face value.

Inspired by how my friend @michimonie did the Quack Pack version of Donald's nephews as adults, I decided to do something in my own way, in my own version. And yes, this is inspired by the Donald Duck comics and Ducktales 1987, and has nothing to do with the Ducktales 2017 version. Scrooge McDuck and Flintheart Glomgold, long-time rivals and the richest ducks in Duckburg and the world, have gone to another world. And as usual, they still have their rivalry matches and their quarrels. However, in the end they decided to see how their heirs, that is, their children, inherit their wealth and what they see they cannot see with their own eyes. They were related all along! Glomgold's nephew Slackjaw Snorehead was in a love affair with Scrooge's niece and Donald's sister Della Duck and they secretly married and Della Duck gave birth to her sons and named them Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck. Donald actually gave them their names. Since they were not allowed to tell their uncles, they had to wait until the right moment until they went to the other world and eventually Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck grew up and found out about their biological father, and as adults they inherited both Scrooge and Glomgold's fortunes. So much for how the feud between Scrooge and Glomgold and their families being blood enemies actually fell through. Scrooge and Glomgold can't believe what they see from their previous mortal world. XD

Yes, since I can only see them growing up through Quack Pack, I determined and drew what Huey, Dewey and Louie would look like as adults. Huey is the president of McDuck Industries Corporation and is mainly involved in the management of video game production, as well as sports clubs, and he also plans to be the president of his country one day. Dewey is a scientist, more precisely an astronomer, but he also does programming, chemistry and physics and works at the Duckburg Science Institute. Louie is a bodybuilder who also runs a gym, but he is also a basketball coach, as well as writing and drawing comics, plus he is also a historian and the guardian of the Duckburg Forest. By the way, the triplets in this drawing are somewhere between 25 and 30 years old, maybe over 30. Donald and Slackjaw, as you can see in my drawing, have aged quite a bit. And yes, Glomgold in this version of mine is a mix of the comic book Glomgold who is Boer and the Ducktales 1987 Glomgold who is Scottish. And as long as Slackjaw wasn't with Della, Flintheart wasn't related to Scrooge.

I hope you like my idea and these drawings and feel free to like and reblog this, just don't copy these versions of mine and these ideas of mine without mentioning me. Thanks! Plus, this is just an alternate future, which means it doesn't have to be accurate nor is it my exact headcanon for my Quack Pack version. But certainly the occupations for the Quack Pack triplets that I assigned them are their future occupations. Although honestly I'm not so sure Huey, Dewey and Louie will be fully grown, but that's just my opinion.

For those who can't see what it says on these drawings of mine that I drew, it says this:

Scrooge McDuck: "Kills me bagpipes! So you joined me in another world?" Flintheart Glomgold: "Voetsek! (Go away!) Gonnae no dae that. (Cease your actions. I feel sick and am going to throw up.) You may remain the richest duck in the mortal world, but your legacy will perish." Scrooge: "Did I? I don't think so, my nephew and my grandnephews are the legal heirs and will do as I asked." Scrooge: "Your lazy nephew has no chance against my family." Glomgold: "We'll just have to see." Later... Scrooge and Glomgold: "WHAT?! ARE WE RELATED?! YOUR KIDS INHERIT YOUR WEALTH?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Also Scrooge: "So my niece Della was with my rival's nephew the whole time?!" Quack Pack Dewey and Louie as adults to Slackjaw Snorehead: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD! Thank you for accepting us as part of your family!"

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cer-rata · 7 months ago

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🌿🎨 🍄 for fanfic game!

🌿: Be kind to yourself. Sometimes you're really tired or you're too stressed to create, or you're sick--it can be really easy to get into a "content production" mindset and forget that you're engaging in an artistic process. I don't follow that advice well, I feel bad for not being 100k further along in my writing this year, completely ignoring the reality of what I've done and giving myself credit. Don't be like me!

Now that we're got selfcare out of the way, here's what I do when I'm feeling kind of stuck:

Write the scene you want to first. Sometimes the problem is that what I want to be writing, the thing that's most formed in my head is way down the line, or for another project. Sometimes you just have to let whatever that thing is out onto the page before your brain lets you go back to your plan.

Write a scene you'd never let your closest friend or spouse see. Like. Be weird, be a little cursed, don't bother making sense or worrying about characterization or continuity. In other words, pretend you're being paid by DC for your work, and put that much care into it. I'm...kind of kidding. For legal reasons I'm kidding. But sometimes you need to kill the critic in your head, and oddly, the best way to do that is to remind yourself that you ARE capable of writing nonsense, and what you actually want to write isn't that. Plus it's just...cleansing. Visual artists do warm-up sketches and the like, and I think authors can sometimes benefit from that practice of creating without emotional attachment as an exercise.

Do sprints with someone. I thrive on social energy and support, and the feeling of parallel creation with the intent to share every 500 words or so is incredibly motivating, and helps get me out of my head about it, because I'm just focused on the small, immediate goal. On that note:

Make a goal that is comically lower than what you think your average wordcount for a session should be. Then do anything in your power to hit it. It's really about momentum, and getting your foot in the door is the most important part. 🎨: Okay that's actually so hard, I stalk so many cool artists and like so many pieces... So I'm going to let nepotism win and say it's This Fanart that @vnekey decided to draw after I finished my first longfic. Like...I mean not only was it pretty, but it was super meaningful to feel like I managed to inspire someone else to make art because of something that was a little experiment to see if I could even still write after a decade. It hits different, for completely selfish reasons. Someone drew my hot mess failson. (Also vnekey is so sweet and so busy, show him love whenever you spot him peeking out of whatever maelstrom he's been sucked into) 🍄: In my mind, Jon and Damian get along so well because there's a rare kind of loneliness that they both understand and would never admit to experiencing, but see in each other. It's part of the reason they didn't actually become enemies. At their cores they're both overwhelmed children who do the best they can with the limited control their have over their lives. It's a little sad. But it's a sadness they know.

#answered #ask game #fadesfic #my writing #writing advice #jon kent #damian wayne #fanart #shut up cerata #supersons

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kylejsugarman · 9 months ago

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as a dedicated andrea crusader i must know, how does au^2 impact andrea and jesse's relationship? do baby and brock get along? i'm picturing it in my head and🥹🥹

ANDREA CRUSADERS UNITE, u are one of the ultimate andrea understanders 🥺 so their relationship is a little different in au squared!! around the time that jesse infiltrates the recovery group and actually meets andrea is the same time that demi moves back to abq and tracks him and baby down. he and demi have a weird, semi-formal relationship for a while before they start developing romantic feelings for one another and during that time, jesse dates andrea. any initial plans to just sell meth directly to her as a recovering addict and put together his own walter white-esque "fund" for his daughter instantly evaporate when he sees brock and realizes that andrea is also just a single parent trying to navigate addiction. they're so similar and jesse, having not encountered anyone in this specific situation yet, kind of desperately clasps onto her. he really likes her and she likes him, but a big part of it is truly just. jesse desperately wanting to be around someone who Understands. and andrea does understand!! she has support from her mom, but she had to figure out a lot of this child-rearing stuff by herself and sees a lot of her slightly younger self in jesse. the way he wants to provide the Best for his kid, but doesn't trust anyone else to give it to her. she feels the same way about brock a lot of the time, even though she knows now that its not necessarily them vs the world.

the thing about au squared andrea is that she realizes through observing jesse's behavior and his feelings about raising baby that he's a very sweet guy who is great to be around, but they are not on the same timeline and she doesnt really feel like "dating" is the right arrangement for them. andrea's not in a place yet where she wants to incorporate a romantic relationship into her life and jesse, god bless him, has an overeagerness to him that tells her that he's diving into this because he badly wants A Connection, which doesn't necessarily have to be romantic!! she talks to him about this and asks instead if they can just be friends, so that's what they become. andrea is his dear friend :') jesse still cares very deeply for her and brock and tries to spoil them both (if he's going to get baby a swagged out play mat, then its only fair that brock gets a sick new transformer toy and andrea gets memory foam slippers for after long shifts on her feet at work. u know. if he's already going to be out). brock adores him, but is initially less enthused about baby because well. she's a baby. she can't really talk coherently or play a significant role in his games and he can't use his toys with smaller, choking hazard parts around her, so he doesn't really know what his mom expects him to do with baby while she and jesse are talking. but he realizes that it's actually kind of fun to assume a "big brother" role (brock's a sweet kid :') he likes to be helpful) and teach baby things; she basically copies whatever he does after a certain point, which is extremely validating to him. plus, she's a pretty patient, docile little playmate, so she can play the role of "building that is on fire that the brave firetruck must extinguish" with tremendous skill. the highlight of his month is when they all go to the zoo together and brock gets to feed a handful of feed to one of the giraffes while baby looks at him just shocked and awed like :O

andrea remains a source of support and eventually befriends demi too, but as things get darker towards the end of the show (post-drew shooting), jesse withdraws a little from her to try to protect her. he already feels responsible for tomas being murdered and drew's killing just reminds him of how nobody, no matter how innocent, is safe from this shit. andrea and brock are too important to him to endanger, even if it means cutting himself off from a good friend. demi visits them a few times while jesse is in captivity just to be around Someone and so baby can play with brock, but it's weirdly uncomfortable and baby isn't acting the same without jesse there and demi soon worries too that the cantillos might become endangered through association with them, so she reluctantly withdraws. once jesse escapes and he and demi and baby make the trip to alaska, he still writes a letter for brock that he gives to ed, but he also writes one for andrea. he wants to thank her for the support she gave him, for guiding him and baby through so much uncertainty, for being such a wonderful woman and friend. "i hope baby grows up to be like u. i want to make sure she grows up to be like u." andrea never learns what became of jesse and baby and demi after the news breaks, but she keeps that letter in her nightstand drawer along with a messy scribble drawing that baby made for her and the ticket stubs from that zoo trip. she doesnt care what the news says. she doesnt care what the dea agents who come to question her think of jesse or their friendship. she knew him, the real him, and she will always love him.

#sometimesafantasybillyjoel #ask #syd squeaks #god. i am so fucking sorry for how long this got. i genuinely did not think i had this much to say #<- girl who always says way too fucking much #au squared #jesse pinkman #baby ayuluk #demi ayuluk #andrea cantillo #brock cantillo

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redfoxwritesstuff · 1 year ago

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Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 14

Chapter warnings: A bit high PG13 in our flashback and some anxiety. AN: Dude, I'm still fucking sick. Also, I edited and posted this while working because I'm sick and it's Friday and fuck these doctors, they don't get to dump dictation on me at the end of the week and be like "It's urgent." No, fuck you and the horse you rode in on, it's not Urgent if you didn't do it till now.

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Mia slept like a rock but was up right on time. Of course, on time wasn’t late enough. She rarely got enough sleep when she worked nights but she would make up for that later, she always did.

Peeking in on Sally, she found the little one still asleep. It was seven in the morning, she would be waking soon. Generally, she wasn’t one to sleep in.

Mia took the chance to make breakfast in her new kitchen. The task wasn’t terribly difficult, even though she hadn’t even had a chance to unpack thanks to each box being labeled so clearly with the contents. Having a packing and moving crew was surely worth every penny Tom had paid for them.

Sally sat at their little dining table, too small for the space- something Mia never thought would be a problem in her life as pancakes were set in front of her. They had a busy morning ahead of them.

Ikea opened at ten and Mia had every intention of being there at opening. She intended to find a nice enough couch that was also affordable. Tom had probably intended for them to get a nicer couch than an Ikea special but he wasn’t here to stop her. She was unsupervised with his credit card.

The ping of her phone drew her attention. It was a text message form Ashley with a link. “Your man was on The Late Show.”

Sally was coping well with Tom’s absence so far. Mia didn’t want to risk ruining that when she had such a busy day ahead of them by reminding her that Tom had left so rather than just following the link, she spent time digging out her headphones from her purse.

“Momma,” Sally called, “Can I get something pretty for my new room?”

“Yeah, sure. We’ll see what we can find.” Mia was paying more attention to jabbing an earbud in her ear. “Finish eating while I get dressed, alright?”

Mia wasn’t one to watch late night TV. She was either sleeping or she was working. Plus the famous person or politician or whoever chatting with a host about movies wasn’t really her thing.

She set her phone down on her dresser as she traded out her pj pants for a pair of jeans. The screen loaded onto a man already talking to Tom. It must have been a clip from the show, not the whole segment. As she got dressed, she couldn’t help but be absorbed in the short video.

“You were just in Vegas, right?” The man said, leaning forward in his chair. His dark hair was cut short yet somehow still just a little wild. He had large eyes and the infectious smile of a late night comedian.

“I was, yes.” Tom smiled.

“It was an eventful few days I hear. You got up to some stuff.”

Tom chuckled. “Eventful yes, you could say that.”

“And you left with some bling.” Tom’s fingers twitched ever so slightly as the ring was pointed out. He wasn’t sure where this was going but he knew he needed to tread carefully. “There’s pictures!” The man said, “Bring on the pictures.”

The screen switched to Tom and Mia running down the hall, her white dress flowing and sparkly high heels glittering in the too bright lights of a hotel hallway. her face was obscured by Tom’s shoulder but his face was clearly visible.

His cheeks were bright red though if they didn’t know he was out of his mind wasted, they could believe it was from the private moment being intruded on.

The picture switched to them kissing in the bar some time earlier. Dim lights gave them a warm glow and they had drinks in front of them. Tom’s hand was on her neck and hers was resting on his thigh as she leaned forward. Her face was obscured by his as she leaned into the kiss.

“You’ve kept a romance under warps, Mr. Hiddleston.” The host teased. Color flushed Tom’s cheeks.

“I do like to keep my private life to myself.”

“And how long have you too been together?”

“That’s private.” Tom dodged. “But all anyone needs to know is I care for her deeply otherwise I wouldn’t have married her.”

“So it’s not a ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ situation?” The host pressed.

“I’m as married today as I was Friday night.” Tom reiterated.

“Tell us about her!” The host propped his head up in his hands. If it was possible, he would have had hearts in his eyes. It was clear that the host and Tom had a report and were familiar with each other in a friendly way.

“She’s not a public figure.” Tom started, picking his words carefully. “Her privacy is important and I want to respect that. She’s not married to Actor Tom, she’s married to me and that’s a beautiful thing. Her name is Mia and-”

“Mia!” The host cried, popping up in his seat. “What a lovely name.”

“She’s lovely.” Tom agreed and on the other side of the country, in a different time and place Mia’s face got hot. “She’s absolutely wonderful and we’re looking forward to our future.”

The host continued to lightheartedly press for details but Tom stood firm. They showed a few more pictures from that night neither could remember but not a single image showed her face with the exception of the picture of them going into the restaurant over the weekend.

Had no one gotten a clear shot of her? That didn’t seem likely. Had Tom known ahead of time and asked for her face to be hidden? Was her makeup smeared and her face being hidden to protect their dignity?

“I’m done!” Sally yelled from the dining table, throwing Mia back into reality. Perhaps not reality, in a strange way what was happening on the screen was very much a part of her reality. No, her daughter’s voice had served throw her back into the present more than anything.

“Go get washed up.” Mia called, slipping a shirt over her head and quickly finishing getting herself dressed.

Ikea was overwhelming, as it always was. There were too many people, too much stuff and in general, far too much stimulation. But she would get through it and in the end she would be rewarded with Swedish meatballs. That was just how trips to Ikea went. You survived and then indulged in cafeteria food. She didn’t make the rules.

They sat on couch after couch as she picked which one would be best for the space. None of them really felt big enough but she was not going to go somewhere with more expensive sofas. That wasn’t an option. She would just have a lot of empty space in her living room. More room for Sally to play.

The one they picked was one of the largest. Under the cushions were storage compartments. It was a few hundred dollars and would likely break down after a few short years at best, needing to be replaced but she didn’t care.

While she hadn’t planned on it, she went ahead and got herself a pair of matching end tables and lamps to set on them. While the apartment had plenty of overhead lamps, there was a warmth that came from table lamps that she loved.

Sally picked out a soft rug to put on the floor. All in all, Mia didn’t feel too bad about the spending. It was less than a couch would have been if she went to Ashley’s Furniture or somewhere similar like Tom had probably intended.

The lamps were on clearance and that helped keep the cost low. The tables were the cheapest they had. Hopefully Tom wouldn’t mind.

Mia was anxious as she stood in line waiting. She had paid for their lunches with her own debit card but this was going to go on Tom’s card. She had no plan B for if it didn’t go through.

It was a international card, wasn’t it? Would it go through okay? What would she do if it didn't? What if they asked for her ID?

It was irrational, she knew that. Tom was traveling and had been spending money without issue on this card for as long as he was there from what she had seen. Places rarely asked for ID for credit card transactions anymore. There was so much fraud protection that it had just fallen to the wayside.

All the stress was for nothing. The card went through perfectly fine. No one asked her who she was to use it. No one questioned her. No one said “stop!”. It went perfectly, painlessly fine. As part of her knew it would.

The furniture would be delivered the next day. It was surreal to spend so much money at any one time. But it was done and she survived the flood of panic that came with spending his money. In the moment though, as she swiped his card, she thought she was going to revisit her Swedish meatballs.

Would it get easier over time? Mia decided she’s really rather not find out. If she had her way, she wasn’t going to be doing anymore major spending on his card, at all. It was better she didn’t get used to this. Tom wouldn’t always be there to financially save her. He wouldn’t always be there to replace her couch. This was temporary.

Sitting in the car before leaving IKEA, she shot a text to Tom letting him know she had spent his money as he had requested and how much the total was.

She hadn’t heard from him all day. In the morning she had assumed he was still sleeping after working the late night appearances but now it was quickly becoming afternoon without a word.

What did it mean? Why wasn’t he texting her?

It drove her insane the rest of the day. She checked her phone repeatedly for a hello or even so much as an acknowledgment of the purchases.

Nothing came however, leaving her to wrestle with the thousands of ‘what if’s that quickly took up residence in her mind. Time after time she started text messages only to delete them instead of sending.

It was fine if he didn’t text her, right? It was okay if they didn’t talk, right? They were just strangers, really, at the end of the day. This was fine.

The elevator walls were not mirrored but the polished stone may as well have been. Dark copies of the bride and groom surrounded them. They were alone and yet not, in this magical space.

Tom advanced on her slowly. She matched every step he took forward with one of her own backwards. There wasn’t enough air in the elevator car as it moved up and up.

Her heart was on cloud nine and the evaluator was taking the rest of her there.

She couldn’t breathe. It felt like she was gasping for air in all the best ways before her back hit the polished stone wall. There was no where else to go. She couldn’t take any more steps backward.

Her future didn’t stop just because her back hit the wall. Was this a sign of what her life would be like? Was this what her future with him would be like? Advancing faster than she could keep up?

Her future put his hands against the stone on either side if her head, palms flat and fingers splayed. His elbows buckled and then he was supporting his weight with his forearms, oh so much closer than he had been.

His face hovered just inches from hers. His breath smelled strongly of whiskey but the air around him smelled of his cologne. The mix of the two together was intoxicating.

Leaning forward, she closed the distance. The soft velvet of his lips felt amazing against hers. There was a light stubble to his face, hardly visible but as he pushed into her, she could feel it.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands roamed around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Pinned between him and the wall, she didn’t have anywhere to go. There wasn’t anywhere she wanted to go.

His hands groped her ass through the layers and layers of fabric that made up the skirt of her dress. Pulling up and forward, he had her off her feet. Wrapping her legs around him, only possible due to the many folds of the skirts, she embraced her future closer, trying to wrap herself around the very concept.

His lips left hers and made their way down her neck, leaving a path of damp butterfly kisses down to her collar bone. Nipping and sucking at the soft flesh had her squirming in his arms.

The elevator wasn’t moving fast enough. There wasn’t a way she could get enough of him in here. At least, there was no legal way. There were cameras in the elevators and the halls. Again and again she told herself that.

His hand was large and warm. The warmth soaked into her breast. She arched into his touch. His touch was firm and strong. Muscles twitched and moved under her hands as she slipped them into his jacket after struggling with the buttons.

She hadn’t felt like this in years. It was more intoxicating than all the wine they had shared. She felt powerful. Desirable. Wanted.

Was this what love felt like? Was this what it felt like to be loved? It was the best feeling in the world.

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#Tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston x oc #Tom hiddleston x original female character #Tom hiddleston x original character #tom hiddleston fanfic #Tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston rpf

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koolkat9 · 10 months ago

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22. What fic of yours deserves more love?

43. What appeals to you about the ships you like?

✏️Hetalia Fanfics Writers Ask Game✏️

22. Hmmm...I really liked Two Worlds Collide. One of my EngUkr fics. Though not one of my strongest fic, this scene alone makes it deserve more love I think:

Whatever was going on, without thinking, Arthur leaped out of his hiding place. He gave a slight bow. “Pardon my intrusion, Miss. But I, God of the Aleron Forest, have heard your prayers and I shall help you avoid this troublesome–”

Kateryna drew her sword without a second thought, eyes dark, stabbing it clean through Arthur’s stomach.

“Ack…Quick draw,” Arthur noted, impressed. He stared down at the sword impaling him. Nothing more than a paper cut to a being as powerful as him. “Quite the skilled warrior, how surprising. I-I mean…I just…You always seemed so kind. What’s that human saying? Wouldn’t hurt a…a fly? You seem like you wouldn’t hurt a fly but…”

Kateryna’s face paled, eyes wide. She stumbled back, shrieking.

“Hey, easy now…Oh right.” Arthur pulled the sword out, his wound healing over almost immediately. “That’s not normal for humans right?”

“You’re…You’re…” She choked out.

“God of the Aleron Forest. Yes, yes I led with that. Now about your–”

“Have you been listening this entire time?”

43. Okay let's see how many I'm going to be able to put without being too long.

GerEng - Two lonely stubborn men finding comfort in each other. Falling in love through sharing music during I think it was the 60s? It at least started then. Anyway. Though their stubborness and tempers can cause conflict I think their stubborness is what makes them work in the end. Both hate being vulnerable, so they need someone stubborn to stay, push back and rip those barriers down. Plus, I think Arthur has a tendency to push people away especially if he loves the person, so having a stubborn lover provides a needed push back to snap him out of these self-sabotaging habits.

NedCan - The history is what really drives this ship for me. Canadians played a huge role in liberating the Netherlands during WW2. Canada also housed a lot of monarchies during WW2, the Dutch Royal family being one of them. Princess Juliana was expecting a baby and ended up having to give birth in Canada, the Canadian government declared the maternity ward "extraterritorial" so the baby would only have Dutch citzenship and thus be the next heir of the throne if they were born a boy. These two actions by Canada has led to a tradition of Netherlands sending tulips to Canada each year. In the Hetalia contexts what could be more gayer yet still accurate to irl?

CuCan - They just have such a cute Bromance in the manga. I really wish we'd get some new strips with them. Also this. I like them both as besties and boyfriends:

EngUkr - I just think Arthur deserves a tall girlfriend (I tend to headcanon Ukraine as just under 6ft if not at the 6ft mark). Also Arthur is my favourite male character and Ukraine is my favourite female one.

GerCan - Enemies to lovers relationship everyone is sleeping on. German troops were TERRIFIED of Canadian troops during the world wars (specifically WWI). Canadian troops were brutal to say the least. I think Matthew had a burning hatred for the German bros during this time because they were a threat to his loved ones (Scot, Eng, Fran). He killed them at least once if not multiple times leaving scars on them. This becomes important because I like to think Matt vowed he wouldn't be like the empires who raised him, he wouldn't fall into bloodlust. Yet he did. He didn't want to be like Francis and Arthur, at each other's throats one minute, kissing the next. Yet with Ludwig he did. And he derives a sick sense of pleasure and possessiveness when he sees those scars he left. Very angsty, but nowadays, despite their bloody beginning, quite wholesome. Also I just like the idea of them going camping together.

Canmano - Came to me in an rp. Just the "he asked for no pickles" meme. Angry small x calm tall.

#hetalia #ask game #hetalia ask game #hetalia asks #fanfiction ask game #fanfiction asks #gereng #geruk #nedcan #cucan #gercan #engukr #canmano

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fantomette22 · 1 year ago

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Hey!!! 3, 13, 20, 49 for Dores and Caryll in your interpretation!

Thank you Faree! :D Ask game here

First I tried to draw this morning but failed so thanks for the ask i got inspired to draw a lil something!

(And then they got lost. They do have weird shenanigans with eldritch stuff. So they will be fine. Actually their friendship is quite funny i love it)

3. What first drew you to this character?

Hm well for Caryll they seems like quite a very important character we know nothing about! In lore I mean. Runes are so op I'm glad they exist 🙏 everyone used them and it seems quite important! Caryll didn't make/translate all the runes but the first one to do so while a students at Byrgenwerth! It's so impressive so it made me wonder who they were... and we don't know what happened to them too ;-;

As for Dores I guess I got interest thanks to the fans actually giving a damn and drawing Dores ! Also ""her"" link with Willem, gatekeeper and probably Gehrman by extension made me think and wonder about their missions in the pthumerians labyrinth. Plus idk Dores seems to have quite a wild personality! that's very cool. And the set descriptions and the 2 hunters is very interesting

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character?

Caryll : Hm... lots go things lol. Caryll do have a huge role in my Bloodborne stories and is very present so I have lots of ideas XD but would be difficult to draw... hm maybe caryll with tons of hunters around them and explaining smt. Or Caryll staring at water (sea/lake), or caryll fate... or idk smt with lot of runes to draw something esoteric when they ear great ones! Caryll & friends too. But I would also like to illustrated Caryll getting very scared and encountering a sick man who's at the early stage of beasthood. At Byrgenwerth. During prom night. Yeah can't wait to write that XD

Dores : hmm either Dores' childhood (with almost everyone treating her as a weirdo creepy kid 💀 and featuring Gehrman) or well badass fighting against pthumerians. That also make me think I need to draw Dores being task to watch the kids (Rom & Laurence when they were younger) by Willem while he's out and she panicked and ask if they wanna see organs in jars or smt. Or maybe draw her withe the twins. Yeah I haven't decided yet if the Madaras twins are her kids or long lost brothers I am hesitating because there's the 2 guys with the graveguard set too. OR ALSO (sorry last one) Dores doing artisanal liquor and almost accidentally killing people. (I mean Laurence is the only one who almost died but he was fine after few days. Her other attempts where better)

20. Do you feel affectionate towards this character?

Caryll is my lil guy (gender neutral) 🥺 I love them so so much they remind me of one of my friend too. I really like Caryll I am so mean for all the tragic scenarios I imagined toward the end of their life 😔 but I swear the 3 decades before that are very wholesome if we forgot some lil details. But yeah must protect and deserve the world. So yeah.

Hm idk if it's "affection" but yeah I do like my versions of Dores yeah! I really like to develop her backstory and personality and I can empathise with lot of things she went through that weren't easy.

49. What’s your favorite personality trait in this character?

Well it's purely headcanons but I like their soft sides? I think.

So Caryll kindness and everything would be ok attitude.

As for Dores her more harsh and scary traits are very cool but with her very close friends she can show a way more carrying side <3 she still a bit of a brute XD but I like this too. Everyone is always surprised of it at first.

Hope it answer! Thank you a lot Faree I really like to wrote about it!

#my asks #ask game #runesmith caryll #graveguard dores #bloodborne #my art #fantomette22art #bloodborne headcanons

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 1 year ago

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Charlie Morningstar x Sir Pentious Gift/Requested (2024)

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Credit for Hazbin Hotel goes to Vivienne "Vivziepop" Medrano

Gift/Requested For: Heartsissopure

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I drew this on March 23, 2024 but posted it on April 3, 2024...

and there were reasons I couldn't post it yesterday...

I think it was some day before March 23, that I was going to work on the drawing of Charlie and Pentious kissing, but I ended up feeling not great at that day, can't remember what made me feel that way...

but I guess I can try to remember...

I couldn't post this drawing yesterday or any of the other drawings I did, because of some bad weather.

thank goodness the drawing I was working on that had Adam from Hazbin Hotel, wasn't well open and still working on when some stuff went off...had to keep the computer off for a while until it was safe to turn it back on again, couldn't risk turning it back on when the stuff was going on at the moment, and if it did that when I decided to work more on that drawing and hadn't saved it...

I would be super feral earth angel princess peeved off...

like maybe picture how mad Devil from Cuphead Show or Game series can get mad, and mix that with Millie from Helluva Boss, plus with Tex and Caroline from Red Vs Blue, and even Yang from RWBY...

though if I did get that mad, I would have to try to calm down and be close to some cool air...I think it can be rare for me now, to get so mad I get too hot and I need to be cooled off by some cool air.

but yeah, I guess when the really mad feeling gets a bit high.

it can be a mix of Devil from Cuphead, Millie from Helluva Boss, Tex & Caroline from Red Vs Blue, and Yang from RWBY...but more in a bit of controlled level I think...

best I can do is try to just talk a bit of some feelings, and maybe do something to cool off, like watching a movie or show I like, do some reading and maybe check out some fan art as well.

I'm pretty sure I had went "Feral Earth Angel" only a few times, but never really beat anyone up....even if one time someone was picking on one of my younger cousins, and I can't remember much during that time, but I know I was about to run up to them and I had to be held back....you know it might of been my protectiveness that kicked in.

anyway I know that Sir Pentious being dressed as a type Knight wasn't part of the request, but I just well wanted to add that in this...

that this AU version of Sir Pentious is "A Holy Knight Of The Eveningstar" which once again, I self-nicknamed myself "Eveningstar Princess" because of that weird thing with my Mom only getting Evening Sickness with me, and she NEVER got the Morning Sickness with me......only the Evening type of Sickness.

don't know how many others went through that, finding out their Mom also went through Evening Sickness, and never Morning Sickness.

it might of been a good idea I didn't try to log on the other day, because of the weather...for now it seems to be okay right now.

also some might understand that I can be sensitive, and maybe at times I can have timid moments, and I can have a point when I can get peeved off to the point where I could go into what I'm now calling "Feral Earth Angel" mode...

I'm weird okay, and some times being weird is the best medicine.

you know to make you laugh and put a little smile on your face...

maybe not everyone understands that, and it's okay if some don't.

anyway the next drawing I'm going to post will be maybe in a little while, and I hope the one that I did this drawing for, loves this and doesn't mind that I drew Sir Pentious as a type of Knight. :)

also if the one that this drawing is for wants to reblog it, they can, but I'm only giving them free permission to do so...

this drawing will still have the tags "do not reblog without permission" and for now, I'm only giving them permission, this drawing is both a gift and request I did for them and I still hope they like it, even if the whole Pentious being a Knight wasn't part of the request.

#do not reblog without permission #sir pentious hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #shipping #gift art #request art #march 2024 #april 2024

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mtdthoughts · 1 year ago

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"Dali Always Gets the Good Stuff" (Observation)

Throughout their journey in Origon Village, a recurring motif is the idea stated in the title by Migi, as he occasionally grumbles about Dali always getting his way. A similar idea is, "Migi always gets screwed", a comment that I've seen quite a lot.

In this post, I want to compile examples from the anime and manga that (I think) illustrate this idea. I'll also judge how valid Migi's claim is.

When the twins arrive in the Sonoyama house, it's Dali who arrives in-person, and it's Migi who's stuffed in a big box. The anime doesn't show this, but the poor boy's neck probably was hurting after staying in such a confined space for so long!

In Chapter 3, after the twins took their first bath in their new home, it's Migi who has to wear the embarrassing pajamas. Later, when the twins almost got caught after Sardine stripped Dali's towel away and drew the Sonoyamas' attention, it's Migi who decided to run to the back, give his pajamas to Dali, and sit outside in the cold.

When they investigated the house, Dali gave the dirty work of checking under the Sonoyamas' bed to Migi.

At the welcome party, Migi volunteered to be the decoy, thinking that he was putting himself at risk of being scalped (yikes!). For his trouble, he ends up with a small burn on his back.

During their investigation of Akiyama's house, it's Dali who gets to enjoy pie with Akiyama, while Migi has to do the dirty work of investigating Akiyama's sister's room. This is also the first time in the story that Migi explicitly mentions this post's main idea.

At Maruta's house, Migi was in for a surprise when he was bullied and abused by Maruta. Yet, he still endured it because he needed to "remain composed" as Dali instructed him.

In Chapter 10, Migi mistakenly believed that he wet the bed, though Dali didn't bother correcting him. Plus, during the night before the incident, Dali was drinking more juice than Migi, who then complained about his share.

Note: It's quite ironic that Dali says "There isn't anyone in the world who makes no mistakes." If only Migi applied those words to his brother...

In Chapter 11, when Dali gets sick, he stayed home while Migi continued the mission alone. Without Dali, Migi attempted to befriend Eiji by himself, though his efforts only backfired, and he even got into a fight with his (faulty) imitation of his brother (foreshadowing!).

When visiting Eiji's house for "counseling", Migi gets tied down and hypnotized by Eiji while Dali investigates the house.

When the twins explored the town to gather more information, it's Migi who gets under Sardine while Dali holds the leash. Funnily enough, this describes Migi and Dali's relationship at this point somewhat accurately.

When the twins get trapped in the Ichijo house, it's Migi who gets stripped down, tied up, force-fed, and humiliated in front of Dali.

And finally, how could we forget the episode when Dali decided to investigate Eiji alone, leaving Migi to sulk again, and then later crushed his heart. (Note: I wasn't sure whether to include the events of Episode 4 in this post).

It can't be a coincidence that developments like this stopped happening after Episode 7, when the twins and their relationship really began to change.

Anyway, I won't get too deep into thought, but after looking at all these, I can certainly see why Migi would think that he always gets the short end of the stick, and I think that this claim is half-true.

Yes, Migi did get ordered around a lot and ended up in many unfavorable and awkward situations, though many of these were brought upon by himself in an effort to earn Dali's affection and live up to his expectations. But I suppose Migi didn't see the distinction here, especially during when he decided to separate from Dali.

On the other hand, Dali also had his fair share of punishment, and given the amount of stress he went through, I'm pretty sure that it isn't any easier being in Dali's position.

But that's the thing: it's this communication barrier, this mutual misunderstanding between the twins that caused conflict between the twins and ultimately needed to be resolved for the twins to attain happiness.

tl;dr Yes, while Migi certainly did get screwed a lot, so did Dali, whose position certainly wasn't enviable either.

#migi and dali #migi to dali #observation

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the-firebird69 · 7 months ago

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More shortly but he's enthralled what style. None. Tommy f the cheapskate. Mac daddy too. Play it for Mac proper to a tee now as threats. Try passing the buck both are guilty. And get hit too. Now the idiot realm is going to be under strict attack now. And yes walls are up in many cities keeping them in there. Not tons no about half mostly the eastern hemisphere

They're infirm we don't like them are sick fall for too much are used on us. All true. We strike them too. Saw huge caverns empty and we're hauled to the cities. Armament. Yes Trump's and he took tons. Bja acts the act nope lame. He smiles macs planned to use. Of course dimwit you blow up they leave scenario lol. He didn't laugh found it humorous of himself to come up w it. Then it's no fun. He's wrong. Forgieners us macs go in today tomorrow and until they're empty they will call Thiers to come defend are now good. Will flow out of regular cities shortly. To use it as needed. Mb luck works nab us and forg Mac officers they grin good.

15% of the population in regular areas about 3% are up moving shortly as we said this is why though. Are not allowed no the cities are not cordoned are big. Soon they flow out

Thor Freya

Olympus

Good we build castles not them

Hera

Will be a break from this heinous monotony what ASSHOLES

Zues

Sure we are so what and delusional freaks no. Weaklings and shall be seen as such we say this jamb it he laughs ohhh little baby fucker now he hates us says no shit cheesy dweeb so I get it. Too many to fight we die in those cities he hates us more I say he goes with us. Now we've been mean for many years it doesn't pay. This blows. Some were fair I will say we suck badly will die badly. Messed up our own stuff lives and it's ending. Trump is going bombastic and not right we cannot defend the cities mope

Bja

It's on we suck armies at us day and night we need up. Macs can't so we then try. Makes it work better hv seen it

Tommy f

Heard it before he's slow. Lame. Postpone all. But hey he tries not much says we help threatens we never comply. He's daft. We use his mens reactions on them. Rip them up.

This is absurd what you faggots got together here and are doing. The lady had a nm Michelle number no don't know who that is handed by the last guy. Ok must be a winner. She heard it threats. New guy says no. Saw him reported to the loser. He's in a fight. Now it's meaningless never works but yeh they think it will up in one ship and stuff. They feel the ship is 100by 1000 or so. Lots agree. Our son says there are three plus five smaller above each. And so on he says they flip out. And say what are we supposed to do about that. The ship about 800 miles across but a saucer like ship so about 1500 x 10000 and they don't see it nope. Or why it would correlate to asteroids. And natural formation hides it yup. Not a brain teaser. It's on they say you can't say that. We can and do. His ship lights it up. All of them called Jupiter. Nome of you can withstand the gravity he will when 75% full grown. Won't feel it no. You would die. Your brains the issue yup. Ghwb poured over it researched it as did JC Mary. And nope. Tons drew off it studied it nope. Trump will try hulk mutate his brain has. Nope. Hulks can he can't. True. He will die for his mouth yes.

Huge ship. She has one. It's name is hers Saturn it's beautiful sleek fast as she is

It's out west. Yes. Where she was. Mexico

Thor Freya

I'm still out west intend on launching soon ok slow poke. He says it ok. We have ours ready the fleet they shall she says grinning. Once up they use it to access Jupiter and Saturn. That is if the ships are still there lol

Thor Freya

Olympus

Whop whop Tommy f

Zues Hera

You don't know shut up

Tommy f

Whop whop

Zues Hera

Great ok I see it the red eye

Tommy f

Olympus

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leam1983 · 8 months ago

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So, Walt wants a Framework...

I may have created a monster.

See, Mondays are slow in the morning for us, and the weekend vibes don't really end until noon sharp. So, Sarah and I are discussing potential work-related upgrades, when Walt mentions that his trusty ASUS laptop is starting to feel sluggish.

I mean - you know me. You know Sarah, too. We immediately had Linux Distro boners, and considering how Walt isn't tech-focused and really needs a turn-key solution, Linux Mint was our best choice. Still, the hardware proper was aging, so Walt did as Walt does and took to Best Buy's website to show me the first page that crops up when you type "laptop" in their Search bar.

He wasn't wrong in the sense that swapping one entry-level device for another one would've done the trick; even a basic and bare-bones platform designed to run MS Office as its most resource-intensive task could've done the job. The problem is, I'm getting sick of dealing with bi-yearly comments related to how he's "unsure" of his laptop's performance. I want something I could overspend on intentionally in order to give him a nice, sizable buffer of performance that could last at least five years.

Considering, the best option really is a Framework laptop. I showed him the company's website, explained the business model to him, and now he's hooked, envisioning a future where all he needs to run presentations for the extremely rare event of his needing to beat pavement to find us clients is a snazzy lil' pouch crammed with a few Expansion Bay modules, including USB-C. It immediately turned his Pitch Brain on, and he started selling me on the worth of using sustainable tech in our day-to-day operations, to predictably and playfully poke fun at me for daring to use a boutique laptop (from Razer) in what is likely the least-sustainable choice imaginable...

I rolled my eyes. "It's a Blade 14 from two years ago; I can't just toss that out the window! Morally, I have to take that hardware to its limits first, and then worry about revisions!"

Walt scoffed back. "Aw, come on; it'd be a business expense! We should all get a Framework!"

Followed twenty minutes of Sarah and I trying to talk our now laptop-obsessed boyfriend into letting us keep using the same portables we already have, and doing our best to convince him that he's the one who needs an upgrade.

"But you don't even game on your laptop!" notes Walt. "Don't you wish you could do that on your off-time?"

I rolled my eyes. "Sure, hon - I'll just use the company Visa at 41 years old and just buy myself a new toy like I'm an idiotic Sales Rep who's just been slated for a fat commission! No! I cannot do that, Walt! Besides, my laptop is for work! What does it say about me if I use company hardware to frag noobs after hours?!"

Walt drew himself up, smirking. "I don't care what it says, because I'm the boss of this company - and the boss wants us to have sustainable tech, now. It's good for the planet, good for our image, and I'll have a reliable one-stop shop for any future upgrades."

I threw my hands up. "Fine, whatever! Let's just burn twenty thou plus taxes off of our operational budget! I love you, hon, but this is the shittiest idea ever, Walt."

Walt placed a hand on my shoulder. "I'll call Scrooge, get him to draw us up a budget with a few mockup bills. If it makes sense, we'll pull the plug. If he tells me I'm being delusional, then we'll just buy one for me."

Sarah gave Walt a circumspect look. "Fine. But if it turns out you just buy one for yourself, I forbid you from loading up our own Visa for Christmas gifts shaped like laptops, later on."

That knocked a few Machiavellian twinkles out of Walt's eyes - but not by much. I know the big guy; if he's convinced himself we deserve something, we'll get it, even if we issue moral objections. It might take years and he might use different excuses, but it'll happen.

Note to self: try and convert the BF to Ascetism, or at least Minimalism...

#life post #spending habits #when your boyfriend is also your ceo

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hospitalterrorizer · 11 months ago

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diary269

6/12-13/24

wednesday - thursday

i thought it was getting better today

not really but maybe a bit. i hope it does, by tomorrow at least. getting rather worried about it an also how having a guest in the city will go if i'm sick and can't leave the apartment because i need to heal. i just gargled a bunch of salt water and coughed a bunch up, it was like when whales or dolphins use their head-holes to shoot water out cuz it gets in where they respirate.

i worked on the last song today too, strangely, idk what, but something made a plugin i like but is wayy too glitchy to really use consistently break, so i had to redo the guitar sound, which worked out a lot better for me i think.

anyway i just had to try and fail at unclogging a toilet for a while, my throat is still killing me and making me miserable. i hate how much i have to do and nothing helps anything, everything just gets worse, i keep seeing bugs, whatever.

that's too much, i guess. the toilet was really awful though. i think i washed my hands enough, i don't want to keep thinking about it.

i also drew more today, things are coming along along along, very good progress, tomorrow i can make more. it's hard to get started on drawing, i get worried about not liking it, but the point is really that i'm an amateur and i'll use that like a weapon, plus/and, maybe it doesn't look bad, i don't think it does right now, that could change. but mostly these hand drawings i think are working well enough.

i drew some more just now. i need to sleep though, i can see the sun. i hope i can sleep, it's just really hard because it hurts to swallow my own spit.

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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jadtkf38 · 1 year ago

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This is what I would send you if we stop being friends.

You hurt me A. You hurt me a lot, I miss when we were good friends. I miss when we would talk to eachother in a loving way and actually care about each other. I know being online friends and friends in real life is completely different but I had faith in you and us. I thought we could still make it work because I know the love you gave me before didn't come out of nowhere. I know I did many things wrong. I'm sorry for not putting as much effort into finding a job earlier than I should've. I'm sorry I was rude sometimes. And I'm sorry for putting burdens onto you. But I at least I apologized and tried to make up for those things. At least I put effort into making things better for all of us. But you never put in the same effort to fix your mistakes and our relationship. You made insensitive jokes to me, you laughed at me, you didnt take my trauma seriously, and you treated me like shit. But I put up with it because I still wanted to fix things and I still cared about you. But what's the point if you don't do the same for me, what's the point if I always fuck up when I'm with you and instead of resolving it at the moment and fixing it like mature adults, you tell me long after where I feel guilt and second guess myself because I thought I was being respectful. Im so sick of dealing with all this pain. You said "don't let me hurt your feelings" but how can you not when you do all these things? It hurts that the person I thought I would love forever turned out like this. It hurts that you have to be added to the list of people that hurt me and stopped caring about me. Because of you I dont think I can be best friends, much less love somebody ever again for a long time. I hope you know what you've done. I hope that you change and realize your mistakes and genuinely apologize to me. But to be honest I think it's wishful thinking because nobody has ever genuinely apologized to me for all the grief they have caused me. I'm sorry A, but I can't take this hurt anymore. I would rather be alone for the rest of my life than stay in a one sided friendship where all my love and care goes down the trash.

I find it funny and sad that you keep bringing up that old stupid fake ass friend I had too. I told you how much pain she caused me and you still joke about it and even about my mom. Plus i was just a stupid ass middle schooler. I didnt know what i was doing and i was desperate for affection. How would you like it if I joked about you know who? I would never do that shit and yet you do it to me. You were BETTER than that bitch. I genuinely loved you and I wanted to be your girlfriend. I drew us together and sent you gifts and cared for you more than I ever did with anyone. You were the biggest love of my life and now you don't even care about that. I loved you A. Why did it have to come to this. Why did you have to turn out like everyone else. I hate my fucking life bruh I wish I was fucking dead.

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goldenempyrean · 2 years ago

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Interstellar Sniffles

〚 Notes - Hi, I finally got round to writing something suffient. Hopefully this is enough :) There's a definitely a chance for a pt2 if that's something you'd like, just lmk! 〛

〚 Pairing - WandaNat x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Nat get's sick with an Asgardian illness so it falls on you and Wanda to take care of her. Even if it means catching her germs. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 3500 〛

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〘 Part 2 〙

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Asgardian-Muticulated-Rhinovirus

Nothing more than a minor inconvenience for most Asgardians. Light sniffles, minor headache? Well, that was nothing to the Thunder God from space but for humans? Regular humans with regular Earth immune systems. Maybe it was a little bit more complicated than that.

It was a pretty normal Sunday when the God had landed back at the compound early that afternoon - he’d just come back from tending to some urgent out-of-worldly business and had decided to swing by to pay a visit to his fellow Avengers. Everybody was glad to see him and the whole team spent the rest of the day chatting and catching up. However, unbeknownst to the rest of the team, souvenirs and stories weren’t the only thing that Thor had brought back with him.

As the night drew on everyone had retired into one of the entertainment rooms to stick on a movie and get comfortable. You found yourself sitting in between your two girlfriends, Wanda at your left casually playing Flappy Bird on her phone not really paying attention to the ongoing film while Nat was curled up on your right, her head resting against your shoulder.

After about an hour, you couldn’t help but notice Nat becoming unsettled as she tried to stop herself from yawning widely. This continued for a few minutes before her final attempt of stifling her yawn failed and she gave in to it and stirred against you as she mumbled, “I think I’m gonna head to bed.”

“You okay baby?” Wanda asked, overhearing her groggy mumble.

“I'm fine, just tired.” The redhead dismissed her worry with a small smile before offering her hands out to both of you, “You two coming?”

Now that she mentioned it, it was getting late and going to bed was probably a sensible idea. So, the three of you said your goodbyes and headed off in the direction of your bedroom.

Out of view of the guys, Nat let herself relax a little and it became obvious that she was beyond tired. Her movements felt stiff, and her eyes seemed to be closing on their own accord. Slipping an arm around her waist, Wanda led her into the bedroom and sat her down at the end on the bed.

“PJs?” You offered, after receiving two nods you went to find some whilst your two other girlfriends washed up for bed. By the time they came back out you’d laid out two sets and were already half-changed into your own. 

Whilst the two were changing, you washed up yourself and came back into the bedroom to find Nat already snuggled down in the centre of your king-size bed, blanket wrapped snugly around her leaving only her red tied back hair in view.

“She settled down fast.” You noted as you grabbed your pyjama shirt from the edge of the bed.

Wanda nodded as she came over to throw her arms over your shoulder’s, softly tugging on the black straps of your exposed bra, “She’s just tired. Maybe we can sleep in a little tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I’ll turn my alarm off then.” You agreed but something was still playing on your mind, “Do you not think it's a little odd though?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she seemed lively and then in the space of a few hours she was exhausted.” You pursed your lips a little as Wanda squeezed your shoulder in comfort.

“Yeah, but you’re forgetting how draining all the guys can be once we’re all together.” Wanda offered in response before kissing your exposed collarbone, “Plus it’s not just her, we’re both tired too, don’t deny it. I can see it in your eyes.”

“I guess you’re right.” You admitted and turned your head to the side to kiss Wanda’s lips before she released you from her hold, “I still find it odd though.”

You looked over to give Wanda a final unsure glance to which she only shrugged her shoulders a little before climbing in bed beside the redhead. With nothing more to say, you finished changing into your pyjamas before quickly climbing into bed yourself, snuggling down into the thick covers. To your surprise, Nat already seemed to be asleep, her head settled comfortably against Wanda’s shoulder.

“She’s adorable when she’s sleepy.” Wanda whispered quietly as she carefully leaned over to kiss your cheek, “Goodnight darling.”

“Goodnight sweetie.”

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When you woke up the next morning you instantly knew something was up. Someone was snoring.

Now this may seem completely normal at first, but the thing was that neither Wanda nor Nat snored. Ever. Not once in the three years you’d been sharing a bed had you woken up to snoring. Wait no, maybe except for that one time Wanda had the flu for a week and was so congested her snores were more akin to the sound of a jet plane then natural human noises.

Listening closely, you quickly realised that the sounds were coming from the girl cuddled closely beside you.

As you shifted a little to get a better look at Nat, you noticed that her face was flushed, and her breathing was slightly laboured. Her body was radiating heat and she seemed to be tossing and turning uncomfortably.

Immediately, you knew that something was wrong. You gently shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up. "Nat, Nat, wake up," you whispered softly, but she didn't stir. You shook her again, a little harder this time. "Natasha, wake up," you repeated, more urgently.

Finally, she stirred, her eyes opening slowly. As she looked up at you, you could see the exhaustion and discomfort etched on her face. "What's wrong?" she asked hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper as she buried her face into you.

“You were tossing and turning a lot baby,” You explained, “and you were snoring pretty loudly which is unlike you.”

Natasha nodded weakly, still looking dazed and unwell. "I feel really hot," she murmured, pressing her hand to her forehead.

You instinctively reached out to touch her forehead as well, and your fears were confirmed. Her skin was burning hot to the touch. "You do feel really warm baby, I’m pretty sure you’re running a temperature,” you sighed, your voice laced with concern.

You felt a pang of worry in your chest. It sounded like she might be coming down with something, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for not noticing the signs the night before.

Wanda stirred beside you, her eyes opening slowly. "Is everything okay?" She asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Nat's not feeling well," You explained, your voice soft.

Wanda's expression softened as she looked at Nat. "Oh, baby," she whispered, reaching out to stroke her hair gently, “This is why you were so tired, hm?”

Her response was only a small nod followed by a thick set of rattling coughs which left her red and breathless. You and Wanda each exchanged worried glances as the latter rubbed began to her back whilst you stood up to go get her some water.

Luckily in the few moments it took to get her the drink, her chest had seemed to calm down a little and Nat was now sitting up as Wanda continued to rub comforting circles along her back.

“Drink this for me baby?” You asked, offering out the glass of water to which she accepted readily.

Once she’d drank half, Nat leaned back against the pillows, her eyes closing as she swallowed the rest of the water down, "God, sorry," she whispered, sounding embarrassed.

"It's not your fault," Wanda said calmly, love seeping into her tone as she took her hand, squeezing it gently, “Maybe you can try and sleep for a little bit longer though? It’s still pretty early.”

Natasha nodded weakly, too tired to argue. She closed her eyes and tried to get comfortable, but her body felt achy and sore all over. The coughing fit had left her feeling drained, and she didn't have the energy to do anything but lie there. Both you and Wanda exchanged more worried looks before you both settled back into the bed beside her, doing your best to offer her comfort as she tried to drift off to sleep.

She managed to sleep for another couple of hours or so but truthfully it didn’t seem to help much. It seemed in her sleep; everything had shifted to her head because when Nat woke up, she was unable to keep herself from sniffling.

She groaned softly and tried to sit up, but her body protested, and she fell back onto the pillows with a sigh. It was clear that she was in no state to do anything.

Wanda, who had been dozing off beside her, slowly woke up at the sound of her sniffles. "Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked softly, reaching out to touch Nat's forehead to check for a fever only to be met with blazing hot, sweaty skin causing her face to frown with worry.

She softly moved some of the damp crimson curls out of Nat’s fever flushed face, “Wake Y/N up, okay?” She nodded towards to your sleeping form, “I’m gonna get you something for this fever. You’re really burning up baby.”

Wanda quickly got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to grab some cold towels and a fever reducer. As she left, you stirred awake, feeling the movement in the bed beside you.

"Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" You asked groggily, rubbing your eyes to clear your vision as you woke up.

Natasha sniffled again and shook her head as she shuffled closer to you. “Not good," she croaked out, her voice sounding scratchy and hoarse. "Wanda's getting me something for the fever."

You frowned with concern and sat up, looking at her closely. Her skin was hot to the touch, and her eyes were glassy and unfocused.

"It’ll be okay baby," you reassured her, pulling her into a gentle hug. "Just rest and let Wanda help you."

You sat with her in silence, holding her close as Wanda returned with a bottle of Tylenol and a damp washcloth which she handed to you to dab gently along the side of her crimson cheek before wiping away the droplets of sweat that had collected along her brow.

Natasha winced as you touched the washcloth to her skin, her body clearly sensitive to even the slightest touch. You murmured soothing words as you continued to wipe her down, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Still, she was grateful for the coolness of the cloth against her feverish skin. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, feeling the medication start to take effect.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to ruin our weekend, we were meant to go out for lunch, weren’t we?"

You shook your head, "You didn't ruin anything, Nat. We'll just take care of you and make sure you feel better."

Wanda sat on the other side of the bed, watching over the two of you with a soft smile. "I'm here too, you know," she teased, reaching over to ruffle your hair playfully, “How about we go settle on the sofa and watch some cringy Netflix movies?”

You couldn't help but laugh as Wanda suggested watching cringy Netflix movies, knowing it was the perfect distraction for Natasha. However, your laughter was cut short as she suddenly sneezed, her head not having the time to move back from its position on your chest.

“"H'htschoo!”

"Sorry!" Natasha apologised, clearly embarrassed by her sudden outburst, sniffling frantically as she gratefully accepted the tissues Wanda had offered out for her.

You tried to hide your grimace as you looked down at the wet mark she’d left behind on your shirt, “Thanks for that.” You forced yourself to joke as you pulled off the contaminated shirt.

Wanda gave you a sympathetic smile before turning to Natasha, who was looking truly mortified. "Don't worry about it," she said, patting Natasha's hand reassuringly. "We'll just make sure to keep some tissues on hand."

You wrapped a warm blanket around Natasha's shivering form, and let Wanda guide her out the living room whilst you went over to your drawers to pick out a new shirt. By the time you’d joined them on the sofa, Nat and Wanda were already cuddled beneath a thick blanket snuggled together close for comfort. They had left a spot for you, and you sank into it whilst Wanda picked out a terrible movie for all of you to mock.

But as the day wore on, Natasha's condition worsened. Her cough became more persistent, and her nose became increasingly congested all while sending her into throat wrenching, messy fits of sneezes every few minutes. Mounds of crumpled tissues littered the area and by the evening, her throat was so sore the poor girl was barely able to speak.

Finally, the two of you made the decision that it was time to see Bruce. Just to be on the safe side.

“Wanda, can you go up and grab one of her hoodies? A warm one preferably.” You asked as you sent a quick text to Bruce to let him know you were coming down to his lab.

Wanda nodded and quickly made her way upstairs to grab one of Natasha's hoodies. You helped Natasha put it on, being careful not to jostle her too much as she leaned on you for support.

Once she’d returned, you watched as she helped Nat into the soft hoodie before making your way out of the living room and down the halls. Somewhere along the way, the three of you ran into Clint, Thor, Tony and Cap who’d clearly just finished their joint training session together.

“Jeez, what happened to Romanoff.” Clint was first to ask the obvious question.

You went to answer but Nat’s loud set of sneezes seemed to speak for themselves, and you held her closer, “We’re just taking her to get looked at by Bruce.” You explained and the guys offered to come with, clearly worried for the state of their friend.

You all made your way down to the lab where Bruce was waiting for you. He greeted you with a sympathetic smile, having seen many of the Avengers in various states of illness and injury over the years.

"Hey, Natasha. What's going on?" he asked, pulling out his stethoscope and beginning his examination.

Natasha explained her symptoms between sneezes and coughs, and Bruce listened carefully, nodding along as she spoke.

"It sounds like you have a pretty bad cold, Natasha," he said, after finishing his examination. "But I'm going to run a few tests just to be sure."

Natasha nodded weakly, looking exhausted from the effort of speaking. The guys gathered around her, offering words of comfort and support as Bruce took some blood samples and swabs.

As you waited for the results, Bruce gave Natasha some medication to ease her symptoms, and she settled down to rest on one of the lab couches, her head resting on your lap. You and Wanda both stroked her hair gently, trying to soothe her as best you could but it wasn’t long before she stirred, scrunching up her nose as she tried to get rid of the oncoming itch.

“Hheh..Hehttshoo! Hh’itschieww! Hhi-Hh-H’tsschiew!”

“Bless you love” Wanda whispered as she helped Nat to sit up so she could go and get her some tissues.

Luckily it didn’t take long for the results to come through and you couldn’t help but notice the way he was staring at them in confusion. You weren’t the only to notice, however.

Surprisingly, it was Tony who spoke up first, “Banner what’s wrong?”

Bruce looked up from the test results, frowning. "These results are strange," he said, looking at Natasha, “I’ve never seen anything like it. There’s definitely a pathogen present, that’s for sure, but it matches nothing in our databases- The fuck?-”

The room almost shared a collective gasp, nobody had heard the man swear before. Instantly you got up to go and look at the screen displaying the results along with Tony and the rest of the guys.

“According to this, the origin of the pathogen isn’t from earth. It has the structure of a cold, but mutated in different ways, it’s hard to understand. I can't get my head round these readings.” He sighed in annoyance, hating the fact he couldn’t understand it.

“How did she even catch this?” You mumbled outloud.

”I think I know...” Banner finally concluded as something in his brain seemed to click, his eyes casting towards the only man who had the means to leave the planet, “Thor?”

“No, no. Thats not possible. I haven’t been sick in years. I wouldn’t have come back if I was.” The God frowned; eyebrows furrowed with concern as Nat mumbled something intelligible into Wanda’s shoulder who was shushing her quietly.

Bruce sighed a little as he ran his hand across an electronic screen which brought up a pop up showing his anatomy as he explained, “Well that's the thing about viruses, even if you’re not sick yourself, you can still pass them on through contact with the same surfaces for example. And judging on how little we know about the viruses' effects on Earth, the rate of infection is unknown meaning...” He paused and turned to the sniffling redhead, “Everyone here should avoid going out in public for the next few days, especially you Natasha - just to be safe.”

In all honesty, you weren’t even sure that she had heard the string of sentences which had just left his mouth, but she nodded anyway.

The rest of the Avengers agreed to stay in for a few days before filtering out of the door slowly leaving the three of you and Bruce still in the room.

“So, she’s definitely, okay?” You asked again, wanting to be 100% sure.

“Y/N, she’ll be fine. The virus only appears to have heightened symptoms, its duration seems to be the same, she’ll be feeling better in a week or so I think.” The Doctor nodded, but still reached down into a cupboard to grab 2 bottles of medicine – heavy duty Dayquil and Nyquil, “This should be all she needs.”

You nodded, grateful for Bruce’s expertise and the fact that Natasha would be okay in the end. You turned to the redhead who was now being supported by Wanda as she stood.

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed sweetheart.” Wanda murmured comfortingly as you thanked Bruce again before joining the two girls.

Nat leaned heavily on Wanda and you as you made your way back to her room. She was shivering slightly, despite the meds, and you could feel the heat still radiating from her. As you helped her back to her room, it was obvious that both yourself and Wanda couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that she was going to be okay. You knew she was strong, but seeing her vulnerable like this was hard.

As you walked Natasha back to the room, you helped Wanda get her settled in bed, making sure she had everything she needed before sitting down next to her. Wanda sat on the other side, holding her hand as Natasha drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the ordeal. Whilst you sat there, watching her sleep, you couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over you. You had seen Natasha take down some of the most dangerous foes, but seeing her vulnerable and sick like this made you realize just how much you cared for her.

As you sat there, watching over your sleeping girlfriend, you couldn't help but notice Wanda begin to sniffle intermittently. It didn’t come as much of a surprise though. Afterall she was the one who’d been in the closest proximity to Natasha for the longest and it was only a matter of time before she caught it too.

You turned to Wanda; concern etched on your face. "Are you okay baby?" you asked, already knowing the answer at heart.

Wanda nodded weakly, trying to hold back a cough. "I'll be fine," she assured you gently, "I’m just a little tired. I think worrying about little miss sniffles so much drained me a bit.” She chuckled.

“Alright baby,” You accepted her answer for now, “Well, how about we both try and sleep for a bit, it’s getting late afterall and I doubt Natty’s going to be awake for a while anyway.”

The pair of you climbed into bed, there was no need to change – you'd both been in your PJ’s all day anyway. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence once again, Wanda’s arm coming to comfortably sit over your stomach as you both listened to the sound of Nat’s snores before eventually drifting off to sleep.

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