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spectersgirl · 6 months

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what if harvey specter’s wife worked from home and has a last minute work emergency, so harvey had to take their daughter to work? hope that made sense 😭.

I loved this prompt! I changed it eeeever so slightly but it doesn't affect the overall product. I'm working on making these longer which does mean that it'll take me longer between posts but I'm hoping length makes up for it?? Or maybe this is too long. Idk. I've been writing it for daysssss. I think I don't love the end quarter or so, but I wanted to get it out there. Also I decided to name the daughter, I'm not sure how I feel about doing that versus just using Y/D/N so let me know what you all think? I'd use a different name each time I wrote something with a daughter in it so that it doesn't feel like a series or the same character in different universes.

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Work with Dad

Harvey Specter x Reader (except you're barely in it lol)

You rolled over at the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand, fumbling for it and answering sleepily.

"Hello? Oh shit, okay I'm on my way." Immediately, you got up and began rushing around to get ready.

"Who's that?" Harvey mumbled, having woken up to your call.

"Work, there's an emergency and I have to go take care of it. I know you have to work but, I can't take Olivia with me to the restaurant and my parents work today... Do you think you could bring her with you?"

Harvey sighed, knowing you were right. It would be easier for him to bring the four-year-old with him to his office as opposed to the very high-end restaurant you ran. Normally on the days you worked away from the house Olivia was in preschool, but today wasn't a school day for her.

"Yeah, that's fine. I have a pretty easy day today, and it's been a while since she's seen everyone anyway." He said, getting out of bed himself and heading to take a shower.

You quickly yelled to him before you left, thanking him for taking one for the team.

Once Harvey finished his shower, he pulled a suit from the closet and put the dress shirt and pants on, opting to leave his suit jacket off for now, knowing he'd likely have to do some wrangling of a certain toddler. As he had this thought, tiny footsteps sounded down the hall toward the bedroom.

"Hi Daddy" Said the tiny voice of his daughter as she ran toward him, arms in the air.

"Good morning princess! How'd you sleep?" He asked, lifting her with ease and kissing her cheek.

"Good, where's Mama?" She asked, knowing the two of you normally got ready together each morning. She was pretty damn smart for her age, and Harvey knew this fact would get him into trouble someday.

"Mama had to go take care of something at work, but guess what? You get to spend the day with Daddy at the firm!" He told her excitedly, raising his eyebrows.

Olivia was hesitant at first, she didn't know exactly what it was that her dad did every day, but she saw him on his computer a lot, and that didn't seem very exciting to her. She was about to protest this, but then she remembered some of her most favorite people worked with her dad.

"Can we see Mike and Rachel?" She asked.

Harvey laughed, nodding.

"And Donna?"

"And Donna." He confirmed with a smile. "You wanna get dressed so we can go see them?"

Immediately, she began squirming to get down from his grasp. Harvey obliged, following the girl to her room to help her pick out an outfit. She eventually elected for her favorite pink dress with flowers, and Harvey approved, finding her a pair of shoes to match.

A short while later, Harvey and Olivia were headed up to the Pearson Specter offices. She couldn't stop talking about how excited she was to see everyone, and Harvey had to keep reminding her that they had work to do and that they might not be able to be with her as much as she had hoped. Harvey had packed a day's worth of activities in a backpack to keep the little girl occupied in his office, and hopefully out of everyone else's business.

The elevator doors opened, and Olivia nearly pulled Harvey's arm out of the socket trying to get to her favorite people as fast as she could. He scooped her up into his arms, foiling her plans. She adorably crossed her arms in frustration, making Harvey chuckle as he walked toward his office.

"We just have to drop our stuff off in Dad's office first, then we can go see your friends, okay baby?"

She agreed, understanding that the quicker she cooperated, the quicker she got what she wanted.

Harvey put all their stuff down in a small pile on the couch in his office, telling himself he'd deal with it later. He knew Donna wouldn't be in for a little longer as he was earlier today than he normally was, but Mike and Rachel were more than likely already hard at work.

"Alright princess, wanna go see Mike?"

Her eyes went so wide Harvey thought they'd pop out of her head. He laughed and opened his door, pointing down the hall and following as she ran ahead of him. She nearly missed his door she was going so fast, but stopped herself when she noticed him seated at his desk.

"Knock before you go in, Liv" Harvey reminded the girl, grinning when her tiny fist tapped the glass of Mike's office door.

He looked up, not seeing her at first and waving Harvey in and looking back down at his stack of papers.

"You're in early, something wrong?" "MIKE!!!" Olivia yelled, startling the junior partner before realizing what was going on.

"Livi! How's my favorite Specter?" He asked, getting out of his chair to lift her into a bear hug.

She giggled uncontrollably until he set her back down.

"Well, I'd be offended but she happens to be pretty cool, so I'll let you have that." Harvey said, grinning as he watched his daughter run in circles around Mike's office while he chased her. There wasn’t much space in the junior partner's office, so the chase didn’t last very long.

"Where's Rachel?" Olivia wondered out loud. Mike kneeled down to her level.

"Rachel has school in the mornings, so she won't be here for a little bit longer." Mike explained, but this only confused her further.

"But... isn't Rachel a grown-up?" She asked, making Harvey and Mike smile.

"She's in law school, baby. Some grown-ups go to extra school so they can do their special jobs. Daddy went to law school too, and Mama went to business school and cooking school." Harvey explained.

“Did Mike to go extra school?” Olivia asked

Harvey and Mike share a look before looking back at Olivia.

“Mike’s a long story.” Harvey said.

Olivia seemed to be satisfied, or she stopped caring about his answer. Either way, she nodded and continued laughing and playing with Mike while her dad stood off to the side, only a little offended that she hardly even remembered he was still standing there.

He looked down at his watch, noting the time and figuring Donna was probably at her desk by now.

"Liv, do you want to go see if we can find Donna?" Harvey asked, and the little girl screamed like she was at a Taylor Swift show, jumping up and down with pure glee.

"Did she get this excited to see me?" Mike asked. Harvey chuckled, shaking his head.

"Not even close, sorry Mike. C'mon kid, let's go" Harvey said, lifting Olivia high in the air and onto his shoulders, holding tightly as he walked.

"Oh Donna, I have a surprise for you," Harvey said over the sounds of his daughter's laughter.

"Well, I wonder what the surprise could be! Hmmm, is it a pony? Oh a pony wouldn’t fit in the elevator… Maybe you should give me a hint." She said facetiously, acting as if she had no idea Olivia was there.

"It's me!" Olivia yelled, unable to keep the ‘surprise’ of her presence in any longer.

"Oh it’s Olivia! Hi beautiful! That’s a way better surprise than a pony!" Donna exclaimed. "How'd you get so lucky to come to work with your dad?"

"Her mama had a work emergency so daddy got to take her in with him, huh Liv?" Harvey explained, and Donna nodded in understanding.

Olivia nodded, smiling down at both Donna and her dad, still up high on his shoulders. She reached her arms toward Donna, so Harvey lowered her to the floor. Donna quickly scooped her up and placed her on her hip, giving the girl hugs and exaggerated cheek kisses.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, who let you get so big?”

Olivia pointed at Harvey, smiling happily.

“Umm no ma’am, I specifically told you to stop growing, if it were up to me you’d still be my tiny little baby.” Harvey said, poking her side playfully. She giggled, pushing his hands away with her tiny ones.

"Have you had fun so far Livi?" Donna asked, and Olivia smiled and nodded profusely.

"I ran down the hall soooo fast and Mike chased me in his office and then me and Daddy found you!"

"Wow Olivia! That sounds like a really cool morning!" A voice said from behind. Everyone turned to see none other than Jessica strutting down the hall.

Harvey knew Jessica wouldn’t particularly love the idea of his four year old daughter hanging around in his office all day, but he also knew there was nothing else he could do. He was a parent above anything else, so he was going to do what he had to do.

“Livi, do you remember Jessica?” Harvey asked.

Olivia nodded, a bright smile on her face.

“It’s great to see you again cutie” Jessica said with a smile of her own.

“Look I know you’re probably mad but-“

“Harvey relax, I’m not mad. Just as long as she doesn’t get into anything she shouldn’t, she's welcome here." Jessica stated, easing Harvey's mind. He nodded in understanding and watched as she walked back to her office.

"Alright Liv, I've got some work to do in my office and I brought you some fun stuff to do while I work. Maybe later we can come back out and see Donna if she's not too busy, alright?"

Olivia huffed in disappointment, but she knew better than to fight with her dad. He placed his hands out to grab her from Donna, who regrettably handed her over. She had known the little girl since before she was even born, and she loved her like she was her own blood.

Harvey was actually able to get some work done, and Olivia enjoyed her time coloring in her coloring books and playing with the toys her dad had packed for her. Soon enough, she was hungry for lunch and Harvey took her into the kitchen to retrieve the lunchable he had brought her. Eventually, she grew tired and ready for her nap. When Harvey looked over at his couch after a suspiciously long period of silence, he saw her fast asleep. He smiled, standing and taking his suit jacket off, draping it over her small frame. She napped this way for about an hour, and when she woke up, she was overjoyed to learn that Rachel had finally come to the office.

"Rachel!!!" Olivia yelled in the doorway of Rachel's office, and she was quick to run in for a hug.

"Livi! Hi cutie! I heard you were here today, I couldn't wait to get done with school so I could see you!" Rachel said as she scooped the little girl up for a big hug. Olivia wrapped her arms around Rachel's neck happily.

"Do you have fun at big girl school?" Olivia asked.

"Law school is very different from normal school, so it's a lot harder, but it's what I love doing so that makes it fun!" Rachel explained.

"Do you get to color there?"

"No, theres no coloring. There's lots of reading and talking to other students and learning though!"

"I think I like my school better, we get to color and play and sing!"

This made Rachel laugh, and nod her head.

"Keep it that way as long as you can girly." Rachel said.

"Liv, it's almost time to go home. You wanna come say goodbye to everyone?" Harvey interrupted from the doorway.

Olivia nodded sadly, crossing the room to take her father's outstretched hand.

"Bye Rachel, have fun in big girl school."

"I will, bye Livi"

Harvey led her back through the office, stopping at everyone's offices so she could say her goodbyes, stopping at Donna's desk last. She gave the red-haired woman the biggest hug she could, Donna was her most favorite person after all.

When Olivia got home, she was thrilled to find her mom was there waiting for her and Harvey with dinner in the oven. She couldn't resist telling her mother about every last detail of her thrilling day at her dad's job.

"Well that's exciting! It sounds like you were a good little employee for daddy" You mused, looking up at Harvey with a grin.

"She's the best damn paralegal I've ever had. Might just have to hire her" Harvey joked.

"Does that mean I have to go to big girl school? That sounds really not fun."

You and Harvey laughed.

"Baby, if you don't want to go to big girl school we can talk about that when you're older." You reassured.

"You think with that attitude she has she won't want to be a lawyer like her old man?" Harvey said, smirking.

"Oh, she'll want to be in debate before she hits high school."

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 29 days

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Love your bay children series! Can you please write how the bay turtles are as uncles and how their nephews and nieces are with them <3

Du skriver även jätte bra! Puss och kram

The Kids and Their Uncles (Fluff)

Bayverse!Turtles x reader

A/N: I’ve made these with the focus on you and said turtle’s childrens’ relationship with one of the uncles. Hope that makes sense, lol. Oh, btw, the advice Leo gives Mini is actually one my psychiatrist gave me. Hopefully it also works for others💚

Og mange tak! Jeg har også øvet mig længe💚

(D/W/N) = Donnie’s wife’s name.

Warnings: None💙❤️💜🧡

Leonardo:

“Uncle Mikey!”, 16 year old Romeo called out, holding his odachi high above his head, gleaming with pride when Michelangelo entered the dojo. “See what I can do!” What followed was a series of fast movements that ended with him posing with his odachi just in front of him, shining in the light.

Gerardo let out a sound of amazement, while Marcello rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Show off”.

“Wow, when did you learn that?”, Mikey smiled, knowing how hard his oldest nephew had trained, since Master Splinter first gave him his odachi at the age of 15.

“I learned it myself”, Romeo said proudly, before swinging the odachi in a manner that reminded Mikey of a teenage Leonardo. No doubt that was the oldest son of the fearless leader. “I’m going to show dad later. Do you think he’ll like it?”

“You’re asking if your father will be happy to see something you have learned yourself?”, Mikey asked, his serious tone breaking with his smile as he ruffled the top of Romeo’s head, letting his nephew know that he was joking. “Of course he will. That’s the kind of stuff that will make your old man proud”.

“Me too!”, Gerardo yelled out, mimicking his oldest brother’s moves, but without any weapon in his hands.

“Leo! Is that you?”, Mikey asked jokingly, making the 10 year old laugh loudly, before Romeo put his weapon away, so he and Gerardo engaged in some light hearted sparring, their laughter echoing loudly through the dojo.

Mikey turned to find his other nephew sitting in the corner of the room, watching his brothers run around with a small scowl. Mikey was no stranger to Marcello’s tempered episodes, having been present to many of them, or at least within ear shot. So as he made his way over to the 13 year old Marcello, he knew exactly what was going on. But he would let the young half mutant have a chance, at explaining what he was feeling.

“Hey there, big guy”, Mikey said, taking a seat on the floor next to the grumpy teenager. Marcello shot him a look and greeted him with a small hey, resting his chin in his hand. “Why are you sitting over here?”

“Because those two are taking up the whole dojo”, Marcello mumbled, nodding to his brothers. “A guy can’t get space around here”.

Mikey watched Marcello have his brothers for a moment, before he decided to stand, turning to his nephew with a smile. “Well, guess we then have to make some space”, he said, Marcello looking at him in curiosity. “Ever tried nunchucks before?”

“No”, Marcello answered, unable to hide his smile as he stood up. “Can I try yours?”

“Of course you can”, Mikey said, pulling his nunchucks from his belt, holding them out in front of Marcello, watching his face light up even further. And Mikey’s next words only served to make him smile even brighter. “Time to show your father something the others can’t”.

Raphael:

Raph had never really been good at meditating. He had never really liked it, and he generally had a hard time keeping his mind calm for so long. But he did really want his children to learn it. Or at least get familiar with it, should they ever get to a position where they would need it. And therefore Raph asked Leonardo for help. Leo had always been a natural at meditating, and had for the most part successfully taught his own children to do it, so maybe he could teach Raph’s children the same.

And that was how Leo ended up in the dojo with his nephew and two nieces, helping them clear their minds, the same way that had worked for his own children. But Leo soon found himself facing a difficult situation - these were his nieces and nephew, the children of his hot-tempered and at times inpatient brother. And that much was obvious, from the way the three children had a hard time sitting still, almost refusing to go too far into their own heads.

As Leo spoke about slow breathing, keeping their eyes closed, and bringing their thoughts to focus on the said breathing, only Joan seemed to be able to sit still, wanting to get this over with, so she could go back to whatever a 13 year old teenage girl liked to speed her time with. But her younger siblings weren't finding it as easy. 6 year old Ragnar had a hard time concentrating, his attention being grabbed by every sound outside the dojo, creating all sorts of images in his head. All from his mother and father watching television, to a monster breaking through the entrance of the lair, making him uneasy. Minerva however, just couldn’t sit right. Her legs kept falling asleep and her skin kept crawling, her knee impatiently bouncing in its bent position, pushing up against Joan, drawing an irritated sigh from the frustrated teen, who had just managed to empty her head for a short moment.

“Mini, stop moving your leg”, Leo said without opening his eyes, causing Ragnar to look at him in amazement. How did he do that?

“But, uncle Leo”, Mini said, laying down onto her back, stretching out on the dojo floor. “Meditation is so hard and boring”.

“If you shut up, it maybe wouldn’t be so hard”, Joan mumbled, shooting her little sister a look that made Mini sit back up.

Leo opened his eyes, taking a moment to study Mini as she still couldn’t sit still. “Can you say why it's hard and boring? It’s okay, there’s no right or wrong answer”.

Mini sat for a moment, chewing the inside of her cheek, thinking her answer through. "It's hard to empty my head”, the 9 year old mumbled.

Leo looked at Mini and thought for a moment, before he finally smiled at her, noticing the relieved expression on her face.

“That’s okay”, Leo said, adjusting his legs. “It’s very hard to just empty your head, especially when you’re used to thinking a lot. What you can do instead, is to notice your thoughts. Take note of them and let them be. Don’t fight them, but let them flow naturally. Hopefully that will feel easier”.

Mini nodded with a bright smile, before folding her legs once more, actually being able to sit still this time. Smiling at the sight, Leo turned his attention towards Ragnar, noticing how he kept throwing glances at the dojo doors.

“Do you want to sit next to me, Ragnar?”, Leo asked, holding out his hand to the small boy. Ragnar nodded before making his way over next to Leo, taking a good hold of his hand, before he sat down next to him with his legs crossed, for once not looking towards the door, when he heard the small sounds coming from the other side.

Donatello:

Sometimes it just happened, and Raph wasn’t really sure how. He would walk into a room, find his nephews and nieces playing with something, either with or without his own children, and suddenly he would be sitting down with them, playing along, all full of life and energy. And today wasn’t any different.

Raph had found his 10 year old nephew, Galileo at the kitchen table, scribbling away at pieces of paper with thick colorful crayons, and a concentrated expression on his face - one that very much reminded Raph of Donatello, whenever he was in deep concentration inside his lab.

Raph had asked Gali about what he was drawing, and soon he sat with his nephew at the kitchen table, drawing all sorts of stars and action heroes, causing Gali great amusement, as they took turns adding to the drawing. However, as the two of them continued their drawing game, they were soon joined by Marie and Dorothy.

The two 5 year old girls sat at the table, grabbing their own pieces of paper and a handful of crayons, only for their attention to be fully caught by Gali and Raph’s drawings. And of course, the two girls wanted in, wanting to join their older brother and their uncle.

“Can we play too?”, Dorothy asked, trying to touch the paper with her pink crayon, only for Gali to turn to her with a dirty look. A look that even Raph has seen many times, whenever Gali felt like his sisters crept in on his personal space.

“No, me and uncle Raph are busy”, Gali said, doing a hand movement, as if he was trying to shoo his sisters away.

“But we want to play!”, Marie whined, her green crayon in hand.

“I said no”, Gali said, turning his back on his sisters, pushing his paper further away from them. And of course, this action caused tears to gloss over the girls eyes, looking longingly at the paper he and Raph had been drawing on.

“You know what?”, Raph suddenly said, catching the attention of the three children once more. “I have a better idea”.

Standing from the table, Raph grabbed the stack of paper, before splaying them out over the kitchen table, until the whole surface was covered in the white paper. The three kids, seeming to understand what Raph was doing, looked up at their uncle with wide smiles, grabbing onto the crayons with excitement.

“Let’s draw the biggest drawing ever!”, Raph said, watching with a happy smile, his nephew and niece smiled at each other, before turning their attention towards the many papers in front of them.

As Raph and three kids continued their drawing, the other kids slowly came to the table, taking a look before adding onto the large piece themselves. It didn’t take long before all the kids of the lair sat around the kitchen table, drawing until there was almost no crayons left.

Michelangelo:

1.5 year old Luis had been sick for a few days now, crying for both you and Mikey at all times. The poor little guy was teething, and with that came sickness and pain, and so, you and Mikey was hung up, spending most of your time with your crying child, trying to soothe the pain in his gums. And this left Sunny BORED. Ever since Luis had gotten sick due to his teething, Sunny had been a bored and sighing mess. She wandered around the lair, waiting for the moment Luis got better, so either you, Mikey or maybe even Luis could come play with her. But until then, she would have to entertain herself, or find someone else to do so. And that was how she ended up in the lab with her uncle, draping herself over a small table on the other side of the room, with a small installation of the solar system on it.

Donnie saw his niece enter the lair, and spoke to her without looking away from his work. “Hey, Sunny. How’s it going?”

“Bored!”, Sunny groaned, resting her chin on the table, her eyes staring at the small earth in front of her. “Luis’ sick, so there’s nothing to do”.

“That doesn’t sound good”, Donnie said, turning his chair so he could watch Sunny, making sure she wasn’t getting her fingers into something she shouldn’t. She had a tendency to touch whatever she found interesting. And just as Donnie had thought, she was now poking at the miniature solar system. “Have you asked Gali if he wants to play?”

“He’s reading with aunt (D/W/N)”, the girl mumbled. However, her flighty attention and curiosity was very soon taken by the miniature she was playing with. “What is this?”

“That?”, Donnie asked, rolling his chair over to her. “That’s the solar system. The one you’re touching right now is earth”.

“Earth”, Sunny repeated, her attention jumping to the small white ball beside it. “What’s this?”

“That’s the moon”, Donnie answered.

“The moon?”, Sunny asked, her eyes shining with excitement. “Like the one in the sky?”

“Yes”, Donnie smiled. “Like the one in the sky”.

“Do there live fairies on the moon?”, Sunny asked, pushing the moon spindle, so it made a rush of circles around the earth.

Donnie chuckled at her question. She was truely Mikey’s daughter.

“Do you want fairies to live on the moon?”, Donnie asked, watching Sunny study the solar system. His niece looked at him and nodded. “Then in that case, there lives moon fairies on the moon. But they are hard to find. They neither like robots or beings that aren’t fairies themselves”.

“But I’m a fairy!”, Sunny exclaimed.

“You are!?”, Donnie asked, acting surprised. He looked around, acting as if he was thinking, making Sunny laugh. “But we’re in my lab! There are robots! Come on fairy, let’s get you out of here and find some of your fairy friends!”

And with a loud giggle, Sunny ran out of the room, waiting for Donnie to close the door to the lab behind him, before they continued their fairy game in the living area.

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scoutswritingcorner · 18 days

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i got two things; would u ever add more characters to the helluva boss list??

second thing was my request lol :3

can i get a blitzø x gn!sinner!reader headcanons where reader is so down on their luck that they are applying to randoms jobs and the only one that got back to them was I.M.P lol and the slow progression of their relationship to becoming lovers :D

Pure Luck Or Dumb Luck?

Blitzø x GN!Reader

TW: FLUFF- A mention of a little nsfw but nothing explicit

A/n: Blitz! Our favorite Boss! And to answer your question, yes I will! I’m just writing out for the gang first so I can get used to writing for the characters before I move onto other characters!

Let me set the scene:

You recently had been fired from your last job for punching a customer who had been harassing you lately. It was well deserved but it had landed you in the unemployment category of working. So you applied to every single work ad you could get your hands on. They all rejected you except for one that had been the infamous, I.M.P! Maybe not so infamous..but they do amazing jobs, you’ve heard and you got an interview to go to THE NEXT DAY?!?!?

-🐴 Well fast forward- you do land the interview but depending if you know how to kill or shoot a gun depends if you need training. By training I mean going out in the human world and killing to get you over your nerves. Blitz is strict but fair with this. If you want to be out on the field, you have to kill. If not he can let you be the receptionist with Loona or the janitor! They need one badly- dried blood is hard to get out of the wooden floors and carpets.

-🐴Now! If you do need training, he’s gonna send Millie and Moxxie with you, the sweetest people to help and can validate your feelings on taking a life. Moxxie understands the hesitation.

-🐴 Blitz isn’t stupid (he can be but shh), he knows a good killer when he sees one (and a hottie). Now he won’t hold your hand during missions especially if you can handle yourself but if you still got some jitters in you about killing? He’ll give you an easy target to kill.

-🐴After a few months into the job? He starts to become friendlier with you, like instead of sending you out to get coffee? He asks if you want coffee and then asks if you can go get it cause he’s out of money. He’ll pay you back! (I mean at least he’s asking instead of yelling at you to go get it)

-🐴I swear he does become nicer over time but it takes so long cause he has trust issues.

-🐴 But once you do become his friend or best friend as he puts it, oh boy he’s clinging to you and not letting go. You get so many privileges that no one else does and it's a blessing but a curse. Cause you get to know what he’s thinking all the time and then he tells you all of his horses names.

-🐴You start catching feelings for him and realize it at midnight when your alone in your bed. Your feelings go from “oh fuck-” to “I’d bang him” IN SECONDS- The whiplash is real.

-🐴Blitzo? Falls harder and he only realizes it when you bring him to a horse show and he’s watching you instead of the horses. But what really solidifies it for him? Is when you're able to talk your way into allowing Blitzo to ride and take pictures with the horses.

-🐴 He won’t shut up about you when your not in the office, like you’d leave to go pick up lunch for everyone and as soon as you walk out the door. “Have you noticed how hot they are?” “Sir-”

-🐴Millie ships it so fucking hard. But because he doesn’t want to admit it and you probably think he won’t reciprocate your feelings, it’s a whole dance for a LONG time. Moxxie is about to rip his fucking hair out- while initially he didn’t care for it much- he’s as much as invested as his wife is. JUST FUCKING KISS PLEASE-

-🐴 Loona is in on it too but she has a betting pool going with Millie. She’s either gonna be fifty bucks richer or out of fifty bucks.

-🐴Either way it will be a long ass time before you end up pulling him into a kiss one night. Maybe you both were at your place watching a movie or you were out on the town with him and he’s walking you back to your apartment.

-🐴 It ends up with you waking up in the morning curled up in your bed with your head on his bare chest. You abruptly wake him up by shaking him awake and staring at him cause you just slept with your best friend who is also your boss??

-🐴 this ends up with a huge talk and you both realize your feelings are mutual and POOF you’re dating.

-🐴This silly little Imp loves kisses and going on fun but not expensive dates! That doesn’t mean he won’t spoil the shit out of you cause he will! But he likes it when you are both relaxed and having fun.

-🐴Now he tries to keep your relationship out of work (despite working together) but he swoons or cheers you on if you get a kill or you are just being protective. His tail curls into a little heart.

-🐴 Wear his clothes if you can- especially his leather jacket it makes him puff his chest out in pride. He will wear your clothes, especially your shirts when he goes to bed or if you have a break!

-🐴Oh boy! He’s a jealous little imp! Not because he doesn’t trust you, it's because he doesn't think highly of himself and will often try to push you away. Don’t let that scare you, just hug him close.

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #helluva blitzo #blitzo #blitzø #helluva boss blitz #blitz x reader #blitzo x reader

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widowwaddles · 1 year

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Casualty of Love

Summary: The Scarlet Witch’s path to reunite with her kids was filled with destruction. And now you must fan the flames in order to help your family adjust to your new life afterward.

A what-if story continuing the aftermath of the Scarlet Witch's dream walking but of Wanda who had never awoken her powers. She is now plagued with the memories of her alternate's life. Would you be able to support your Wanda through this new journey or will you lose the Wanda you fell in love with in the process?

Pairing: Wanda x female reader

Word count: ~ 6.6k yikes

Masterlist

A/N: The official first chapter (aka I rewrote everything and made it longer lol)

Taglist: @imnotasuperhero

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The New Normal

“Babe have you seen Tommy’s new ball? I thought I saw it by the garden last but it seems to have magically disappeared” you call out to your wife as you open the back door.

Silence.

With a frown, you look around the room, confused about where your wife had gone. You had just seen her in the kitchen from the window. Where was she?

As you walked further into the house, everything was in disarray. The dining room table was flipped onto its side, with its chair thrown all about. The picture frames and decorations that provided such warmth to your walls were now littered on the floor. There were obvious signs of a struggle, but the silence was unsettling.

You hear a shuffle, before a loud crash near the front of the house.

“Wanda!” you call out again, much louder. You walked cautiously around the broken glass and followed the source of the sound.

You walked slowly, silently cursing yourself for not bringing a weapon if this was a violent intruder. You tense your body when you see a figure, but immediately recognize who it is from the brown hair. You see your wife standing with her back turned to you - completely still.

“What happened, are you okay? It looks like a tornado went just through the house” you say to your wife who has yet to move. “What’s wrong” you get closer. No reaction. placing a hand on her shoulder, you continue “Baby why a-”

She jerks her body away from you as if you’ve just burned her. Her body hunches over, a loud groan escaping her body.

“Hey, what happened? Do you need a doctor?” you say worriedly. However, as you tried to approach your wife again, it seems she has other plans.

“D-don't come near me” she grunts out. “Just stay away”

“What do you mean stay away, something’s clearly wrong. Just let me help you” you walk closer. You have no idea what is happening to her, she had shown no signs of anything being wrong earlier. She lets out a pain-filled cry, before falling onto her knees. The way her body was shaking is starting to scare you.

“Wanda” you yell out, running to her side in an instant. “Tell me what’s wrong, how can I help”

“Get away from me” for the first time she’s looking at you and shock filled your face as you see her eyes were completely red. Tears begin to fill her eyes as she pleads for you to stay away. And before any more could be said she grabs her head in pain, letting out another cry. “It hurts so much, I can’t stop her”

“Stop who? You’re scaring me Wanda I don’t understand what’s happening”

“Grab the boys and run. Get very far away from here” she grits from between her clenched jaw. She’s leaning forward, digging her head into the floor. Her body was shaking even more than before. “Please Y/N, I’m not strong enough” your heart breaks from how defeated she sounds.

A faint “I’m sorry” was all you heard before her body suddenly stills. She stands and begins walking towards the back as if forgetting your very existence from beside her. Quickly, you get to your feet and grab her before she can make it to the door.

“I think that I deserve an explanation. What the hell is going on?” you raise your voice slightly, feeling whiplash from the emotional roller coaster you were just on. The house is trashed and Wanda is just walking away as if she wasn’t just breaking down on the floor. You needed answers. Now.

Wanda whips her head around, looking at the hand gripping her wrist with disgust. When she meets your eyes, you see a flash of red before her eyes return to normal.

“Let go of me” she demands.

“Wanda, please. I need you to talk to me” you plead with your wife.

“I don’t care what you want. I need to see my children” she says coldly. “Now let go”

“Why are you treating me like this? What is going on with you?” tears of frustration threatening to spill out.

She gazes into your eyes, before tilting her head. There was so much anger held in them, with the red glow returning as she stared into your soul. Warning alarms were going off in your head, but before you could react a sudden force hit your chest sending your body crashing into the kitchen cabinets.

“Don’t get in my way again” she walks to your limp body and crouches down. “Stay down” whispering softly in your ear before standing up and walking to the door again.

Your head is aching, and you feel the burning sensation as the wooden shards of the cabinet stab into your back - but you knew you had to get to the boys, and fast. When you try to sit up, your body doesn’t move. You try again, and it feels as if there you’re trapped inside of an invisible box, you couldn’t move any part of your body. You hear the door open and immediately start screaming for the boys to run, hoping they would be able to hear you and listen. Tears of frustration cloud your eyes. You felt so useless, you wish you would have reacted faster. The boys should have been your first priority after you noticed how weird your wife was acting. You couldn’t protect now. All you could do is pray that they listened. But then you heard it, they were calling your name - asking where you were and calling out for help. It was at this moment that you wished you had the strength of the superheroes you’ve seen on tv.

You pushed with all of your might, as their voices transformed into loud screams. Somehow you were able to break through the force that kept your body trapped. Ignoring the sharp pain from your ribs as you stood, and ran to the backyard. It was there you saw Wanda, with a crazed look in her eyes, grabbing onto the boys by their arms. They look to you as soon as they notice your presence.

“Help us mama” They cry out.

“She’s not your mother, I am” she says furiously. They struggle in her grasp, somehow finding a way to wiggle out before running to your side.

“Come back to me” she demands, stepping towards you. The boys tighten their grip on your waist as you take a step back. “Now!” you could feel their bodies flinch as she screams.

“You did this. You turned my children against me” she points at you. Her eyes shift wildly from the twins to you. She raises her hand, the familiar glow returning in her eyes.

“Wanda please don’t-” your vision goes completely black. The last thing you heard before passing out was the blood-curdling screams of your children.

Your eyes instantly open, heart races in your chest. Turning over you look for something, anything that could pull you back into reality. You look around your room and recognize the familiar decorations of your bedside table. In front of the lamp, is a picture of Wanda and the boys. It was a good day. You had just come from getting ice cream, as evidenced by their sticky faces. Wanda couldn’t stop laughing as she looked between them. You couldn’t help but capture it on film, wanting to save this memory forever, and it usually only takes one look at the photo to fill you with the same happiness you felt that day. Now it only leaves you with a bittersweet feeling, longing for the life that was destroyed the moment She came along.

Knowing you wouldn’t be going back to sleep today, you go into the bathroom. You move slowly out of bed, hoping not to wake your wife. She’s become a light sleeper, instantly waking from any sudden movements or sounds around her. She deserved all the sleep she could get. For the first time in a while, she looks peaceful as she sleeps and not haunted by the nightmares that have been plaguing her since the incident.

Every night she's terrorized by them and refuses to go back to sleep. She’s been taking everything pretty hard but refuses to accept any help. You wish you could take it all away from her, but you weren’t made of magic. You try to get her to open up but she doesn’t like to go into detail of what the dreams are about. The only thing being able to lull her back to sleep is the sound of your heartbeat. That was all you could offer until she was ready to let you in.

Turning on the faucet, you let the cold water wash over your face. You desperately needed this, you couldn’t even remember the last time you had a moment like this. Complete silence and stillness with just yourself. Looking into the mirror, you noticed the dark circles under your eyes have grown larger.

Between the hotel rooms, family therapy sessions, and the legal repercussions of proving your wife’s innocence for the Scarlet Witch’s tirade, a good night's sleep became a luxury you could no longer afford. You craved the mundane normalcy that your life once had before She wrecked havoc in your lives. But a part of you knew that things could never go back to how they were, and that was a grieving process in itself. It broke your heart to look at your family every morning and all you see is a hollow shell of their former selves.

You’ve had to step up, big time, in order to keep your family together. You had to remain strong even in the moments when you all felt like falling apart. You had to ignore the burning in your eyes as you held Wanda and the boys in your arms while they sobbed.

The boys from the nightmares of witnessing their “parents” fighting, and almost losing you both completely. After the initial shock had worn off, the therapist's office was the first place you went to. It wasn’t easy and trying to explain something to them (that you hardly understood yourselves) was difficult. How do you tell a child that their mother was possessed by a crazy version of herself from another universe? Or reassure them that she would never do anything to hurt them and their family wasn’t falling apart. It was hard… but as time went on they’ve grown to understand and was now in the beginning stage of moving on.

Wanda’s feelings were more complex. First, it was the fear she felt from becoming a prisoner in her own body, unable to stop the Scarlet Witch from committing the most atrocious of crimes. Then came the guilt, blaming herself for how she hurt everyone, especially her own family. She’s haunted by the memories and continues to punish herself for being so weak. She’s afraid of being alone, but too afraid to keep you close. She’s never told you but you could tell by the way she hides in the bathroom after a nightmare. And then by the way she crashes her body into yours after calming herself down and refuses to let go when she’s laying on your chest. She needs to be reminded that you’re still here with her.

“Y/N….” she murmurs your name. Rushing back to the bed, you see her eyes are still closed. You sit beside her leg, and press your hand against her chest. Her face is scrunched up and she’s breathing heavily.

“It’s okay, I’m here,” you say softly, shaking her slightly to wake her from this nightmare. As her eyes open, you see a flicker of red before she abruptly shuts them again. Keeping your hand on her chest, you wait until her breathing has leveled out.

“Open your eyes, babe”

“I can’t do it”

“Yes, you can” you soothe.

“They’re doing it again, I can’t” she urges.

“I don’t care. You can show me, it doesn’t change the way I see you, Wands“

“Can you look away? I don’t want you to see it” before you could respond she continues “I’m not ready for you to see them. Please Y/N” she pleads.

Sighing, you stand up, with your back facing her. You hear the soft shuffling of her feet to the bathroom, before a loud slam and the lock of the door. You should be used to this by now, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“I’m going to go wake the boys” walking to the door, you wait for a few seconds hoping to get a response, but to no avail. The water faucet turns on. You understand she needs time alone, but you wish she didn’t feel the need to hide or push you away.

…

Walking into the hallway, the bare walls were unsettling - a stark contrast from the house that was meant to be your forever home. You’ve only been here for two weeks, hoping this house could provide a fresh start that you all desperately needed. You couldn’t wait for the moment of peace so you could finally decorate and make it feel more like a home.

As you approach, you see the door is slightly cracked. Peering in, you were surprised to see a blanket fort between the beds. There were whispers underneath the contraption, then a soft click. Gasps of surprise followed as a muted shine of light threatened to break through the blankets and onto the ceiling. It was then that you decided to make your presence known. Crouching down, you created your own entrance and crawled into the fort - you were amazed at what you saw.

The boys were sitting across from each other, with the 3D light projector in the middle. Colorful dots decorated the top of the fort, slightly brightening the dark interior.

“Isn’t it cool Mama?” Tommy asks with a grin.

“So cool” You and Billy continue to look up in amazement. “Who’s idea was this?”

“Billy’s. He said something about lights and…” he trails off. “I don’t really remember but I built the fort all by myself” he finishes with a proud look.

“Well don’t I have the smartest boys in the world” grabbing the boys by the shoulders, you pull them into your body. They let out a laugh from the sudden movements. “I’m so proud of you”

“Do you think Mom would like it too?” Billy asks shyly.

“She would love it” ruffling his hair.

“Is she up now?” Billy starts again.

“Yeah, we wanna show her” Tommy finished bluntly.

Your heart clenches as you think of the best way to answer this without breaking their high spirits. You knew Wanda didn’t want the kids seeing her in this state.

“She is, but she’s not feeling too well right now” before their faces can fall you continue. “But what do you say we make breakfast today? She always feels better after eating one of your famous pancakes” you end excitedly.

“Okay” they shout in agreement and crawl over your lap to exit the fort. Tommy has already run downstairs, but Billy hesitates and waits for you to come out. He looks at the fort worriedly before meeting your eyes.

“Don’t worry, we can keep it up until she’s seen it” hoping this reassures him. He nods with a small smile and grabs your hand. Taking the lead he pulls you out of the room and to the kitchen.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting here for years” Tommy exasperated.

“You are definitely your mother’s son with that level of patience” you joke, but he doesn’t seem to find it funny - still upset for how long it took you to come down. “Tough crowd” looking at Billy who’s suppressing his laugh with his hand.

“Okay my mini chefs, what’s always the first step before cooking?”

“Washing our hands” they answer, before walking to the sink. You grab the step stool and place it in front so they can reach it. “Hands” they flip their hands open wide, waiting patiently for you to squirt the soap into their palms. “Let’s not make a mess this time” you say firmly, not wanting another bubble disaster. After everyone’s hands were thoroughly cleaned you began the tiring task of cooking with children.

You had miraculously finished and plated the food by the time Wanda had come down. You notice her before the boys do. She gives you a smile, but her eyes speak a different story - the warning glint tells you not to press the matter.

“Is this all for me?” she asks, bringing a hand to her chest and feigning surprise. The boys immediately turn around in their seats at the sound of her voice.

“Yeah, we made it all by ourselves” Tommy boasts, erasing all of your involvement. “We even added our secret ingredient so you could feel super good today. Try it now Mom!”

Wanda takes the empty seat next to Billy, across from where you and Tommy sat. Billy grabs the syrup and gives it to his mother with a smile. She gives him a grateful grin as she takes it from his smaller hands. Tommy is leaning over his plate, eagerly awaiting for Wanda to take the first bite.

“Mhmm. This is the best pancake I’ve ever had” she says with a big grin.

“Even better than Mama’s?” you didn’t even need to look up to know who asked that question

“Yes, sooooo much better” she widens her eyes as she exaggerates her voice. She looks between the boys and sees the satisfaction that paints their faces, before giving you a knowing look. Even Billy gives you a grin, that little traitor.

“You heard that Mama, We’re the best chefs in the world” Tommy sing-songs loudly. “You can’t beat that”

“I’ll be a gracious loser, but if that’s really how you all feel then I guess you boys will be handling all the meals in the house from now on” feigning a sigh. “I’ll be looking forward to dinner tonight then” you end, flashing your teeth in a smile.

“W-wait no” they stutter out. “We don’t want that. You already promised we’d have homemade pizza today” Billy attempts to reason with you

“Yeah, that's not fair” Tommy co-signs.

“But wouldn’t the ‘best chefs in the world’ want to make it themselves?”

Your question was met by a loud, “Noooooo” followed by “You make it the best”

“Okay I guess I could make it today. And we’ll discuss the new cooking schedule going into the future” you jest, and the boys, believing your every word, look at you in horror. Before you could respond, a giggle filled the air. All eyes turned to Wanda, as she tried to keep her laughter in.

“Mom, make her stop” pulling out the puppy dog eyes that Wanda could never resist.

“I think you may have hurt feelings. Maybe if you say sorry she would change her mind” Wanda suggests. Immediately, you’ve fallen victim to the eyes as they whine apologies.

“Okay, okay you’re forgiven. Just stop looking at me like that” looking towards the clock you see it’s almost time to leave. “But only if you go up and get ready. We have our tour today and then we’ll see Dr. Hill”. They race upstairs in a blink of an eye.

After hearing the door close to their room, you look at your wife for the first time since she woke up. Her face falls after the boys leave, letting her exhaustion show. Her eyes are slightly red and puffy.

“Are you feeling better?” you ask softly. She gathers the plates on the table and walks to the sink, completely ignoring your question. “Wanda can you just try talking to me about it”

“I’m fine, there’s nothing to talk about” she’s already sounding agitated.

“What was your dream about this time?” you press further, hoping to get an honest answer.

“Don’t” she warns, green eyes glaring into yours.

“I want to help you. But I can’t if you keep it all in” trying to defend yourself. It wasn’t your intention to trigger this reaction from her, but you weren’t sure how much more of the obvious tension between you whenever the boys weren’t around.

“Well, have you ever thought that maybe I don’t want your help? If you couldn’t help me then, what makes you think you could possibly help now” she slams the plates into the sink, the sound ringing through the air. Her eyes flicker red. When she sees the look of hurt on your face, she closes them and faces down. Taking a deep breath, she attempts to calm herself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that” you don’t believe her, and you’re sure she doesn’t believe it herself. But she makes no move to change your mind otherwise and just goes back upstairs without a word.

Your eyes sting from the tears that were threatening to fall, but you were determined to keep them in - to keep it all in. This wasn’t the first time she’s hurt you and judging by the current course, this wouldn’t be the last. You couldn’t dwell on it, you had to remain strong. She just needed some more time, and before you know it you’ll have your wife back. The sweet, loving woman you fell in love with, the one who would have never raised her voice at you. Wiping your eyes roughly, you put on a smile as if nothing could hurt you.

As you walk upstairs you hear the boys talking animatedly. You also hear Wanda’s gentle voice as she asks questions about the fort they’ve built. You’re thankful that their relationship hadn’t taken a toll after the incident, but you couldn’t say the same for your marriage. Walking past the door you walk to your bedroom, and prepare for the day ahead. You just need to be patient and things will go back to normal.

…

One school tour later

You’ve just arrived at Dr. Hill’s office.

“How did the tour go?” Dr. Hill inquires.

“Good,” you say simply. The tour was a bit hectic as the boys wanted to explore every part of the school, but you thought it went well. “Much better than we expected”

“How do you feel about your new school?” she poses the question to the boys, encouraging them to share their honest opinions.

“I liked it a lot. There were so many rooms and the playground was HUGE” Tommy rambles, before listing off everything he liked.

“What about you Billy?” Dr. Hill looks at the boy, inviting him to share his feelings.

“It’s a little scary,” he hesitates. “What if no one likes us?”

“What’s not to like about us, we’re the coolest kids around” Tommy tries to reassure his twin. “And if they don’t, then who cares. We don’t need anyone else, we’ll always have each other” always the optimist.

“I’m worried about that as well” Wanda starts before Dr. Hill could comment on what they said. “About the other children’s reactions and how they’ll adjust. I still think we should homeschool them for another year or two”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, you couldn’t believe that Wanda was doing this again and in front of the boys. She had already agreed to give it a try during the last session, so why is she suddenly changing her mind the day before they set to officially start?

Grabbing both of their hands you look between them. “We would never do anything that you aren’t comfortable with. We know that moving to a new place is hard, but we think this school could give a fresh start. You could meet new friends and be around kids your own age again, rather than be with your boring moms all day” you joke, hoping to get a smile and it works. “All we ask is that you give it a try for a day. And if you don’t like it we can look at other options” hoping this soothes any worries they have.

“Was there anything about the school that you liked or that made you feel excited?” Dr. Hills asks, wanting to focus on the positives they took from the tour.

“T-there are clubs. The music club meets in a big room and there are so many instruments” Tommy gets out, eyes shining in interest.

“Which instrument was your favorite?” Dr. Hill asks enthusiastically.

“The piano. I even got to play it” a smile on his face as he recalls the memory

“That’s great Billy, maybe you can join the club tomorrow. What about you, Tommy?” turning her attention to the other boy.

“BASEBALL” he yells with excitement. “I’ve been practicing with Mama outside. I can’t wait to play on a team”

“I could join too” Billy declares, but with much less interest. You could all tell which club he really wanted to join but knew the thought of being away from Tommy was holding him back. Dr. Hill gives you a knowing look, this was a conversation for next time.

“That sounds like fun. And if tomorrow goes well then maybe a trial period of two weeks should be enough time to make a definite decision” everyone nods except Wanda. “Okay well, I’ll see you next time. Good luck at school tomorrow”

The boys run out of the office, already memorizing the way out and eagerly wanting to play with the toys in the waiting room. You stood with Dr. Hill and Wanda, a few feet away from where the boys were.

“I know it’s going to be hard letting go, but I think you are making the best decision by putting them into this school” Dr. Hill says in an attempt to reassure you (mainly Wanda) that you were doing what’s best for the boys. “How have they been since our last session?”

Wanda has a far-off look, completely ignoring the question asked. Her eyes are trained on the boys, following their every move as if she’s afraid of them leaving her sight. “Better” you start and Wanda walks the moment you open your mouth. She joins the children as they attempt to build a tower with the blocks.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “It makes me so happy to see that they're doing much better. Not completely back to how they were before but it’s getting easier”

“What about you and Wanda, how have you been?” the golden question.

“The opposite,” you say with a bitter laugh. “For every step forward with the boys, it feels like our relationship takes 5 steps back. I don’t know what more I can do. She just won’t let me in” you confess, for the first time you’re able to speak your mind freely. “I just wish things would go back to normal”.

“I know it’s a lot. What you all experienced was very traumatic, something no one outside of your family would be able to truly comprehend. The path to healing won’t be easy but you’re stronger together than you are apart. Just look at those kids of yours, they didn’t even talk or smile when I first met them. Now look at them, that’s genuine joy and it’s all thanks to you and Wanda. Sticking by their side in spite of what happened and proving that nothing could break your family apart” you look at your family proudly.

“But you have to let go of the idea that things could ever go back to how they were before” your eyes widen as you look back at her. “I can tell that you’ve kinda put your feelings and emotions on the back burner as you aid your family along their healing process. You’re neglecting your own in hope that by the end of their journeys, your life would go back to normal. Unfortunately, that may never happen, and having an expectation that it will be your motivation for going on will only lead to disappointment.”

You take a shaky breath, knowing she was right deep down. You knew things would have to change, sooner rather than later - you didn’t know how much more you could take before you finally broke. Your eyes wander to Wanda. She genuinely looked happy with the boys. You knew the moment the kids left her sight she would go back to looking like she was barely hanging on. Everything was always easier said than done.

Dr. Hill follows your gaze, “There’s no guidebook or one size fits all method to this, especially when in Wanda’s case. You just have to remain patient. She’ll come to you when she’s ready” instantly reading your mind.

“Okay” you give her a small smile, thankful to have someone you could talk to.

“Y/N come on” Wanda calls out to you, walking with the twins out the door.

“Everyone was affected that day, including you. Please don’t forget that. Take care of yourself”

“Thank you again, Maria, we’ll see you soon”

…

“Is everyone ready for bed?” you ask aloud, already knowing the answer you were gonna get. Groans filled the air. “Sounds like you’re ready to me. Come on, get in bed”

The boys each jump into their respective beds. You and Wanda continued on with the bedroom routine. You tucked Tommy into bed and pressed a kiss into his head, before switching places with Wanda who’s done the same to Billy.

“Are you sleeping with us tonight?” Billy asks with a yawn.

It falls on you to answer as Wanda begins picking at her fingers.

“Not tonight buddy” you say apologetically. “But we’ll stay until you fall asleep”

“Okay” they agree, too tired to argue.

The soft snores filling the air signaled that it was time to return to your own room. You stand and begin walking to the door. Wanda is still sitting on Tommy’s bed, reluctant to leave. You know that she’ll go in her own time.

After taking a quick shower, you practically melted into bed the moment you got in. Laying on your side, you pull out your phone - wanting to play games until you get tired. You hadn’t even heard Wanda enter the room, and considering the current state of your relationship you think this was intentional.

“It’s been a long day” you say, not knowing if you’d get a response at all but wanting to try.

“Yeah, I’m happy to be home” she replies with tired eyes.

“What did you think of the school, honestly?”

“I loved it. The teachers that we’ve met so far seemed amazing and the smaller class sizes would help with Billy’’s anxiety. But…I’m scared. Of what could happen to them the moment they leave this house” Wanda says nervously, picking at her fingers again.

“They’re going to be okay” you grab her hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “I worry too, but we owe it to them to at least try. You saw how excited they were during the tour” you smile, hoping the memory of the event could provide her with as much comfort as it did to you.

“Plus you have to admit it will feel good to have afternoon naps that last longer than 10 minutes without the fear of the house burning down” you jest.

“Yeah it will. I wonder what we’re going to do all day”

“Whatever we want” you smirk, a devilish look in your eyes. Leaning forward you whisper in her ear “Maybe we can start making baby #3”

“That’s definitely not happening anytime soon” she pushes you away with a laugh. You pout. ��I’m serious detka, we’re hanging by a thread now” she says seriously, effectively draining the playful mood shared between you.

“Maybe, if we talk more we could-”

“Goodnight” she cuts you off and pulls her body away. Before you could respond, she turns off her lamp and lays with her back facing you. That could have gone worse, at least she didn’t yell at you this time.

You don’t know how long you spent just staring into the darkness of your room, but this night ends just like the others. Even when things are tense, you always wait until Wanda has fallen asleep before letting yourself do the same. Just in case she ever needs you, though it seems she doesn’t anymore. You close your eyes and sleep to the rising and falling of Wanda's chest.

Your slumber was interrupted by tossing and turning from beside you.

You hear Wanda begin to mutter in her sleep as her hands clench the sheets under her grasp.

“Wanda, baby” you call out softly.

“Please, don’t hurt them” she pleads, still trapped within the nightmare.

Sitting up, you turn on the lamp. Getting a better look at your wife, her face is in distress with sweat covering her forehead. You’ve never seen her this way before and instantly knew that you needed to wake her now. Shaking her body, you call out to her again. “We’re safe baby, please open your eyes for me”

This seems to do the trick and as she opens her eyes, and for the first time you are greeted with the red glow, in all of its glory. The adrenaline from her nightmare still plaguing her body as her chest rises and falls with a quickness. She sits up wildly, searching around the room for something. Pulling her body into you until her head rests against your chest, you knew this was the only way to prevent the start of her panic attacks after these types of dreams.

“Detka” she cries out. “The boys, where are they? I need to find them”

She attempts to thrash away from your grip, but you don’t let her go. “They’re okay, I promise. Today’s a big day for them, remember it's their first day” You shush her, rocking your body as you remind her of the day’s schedule. Silence fills the air, and when you felt her breaths calm down you thought she had fallen back to sleep once again.

“Y/N, please. I need to see my babies” she begs, her voice so small and broken. Looking down at her, you see that her eyes have returned back to normal.

“Okay” you give in, knowing just how much she needs the reassurance. “But, we can’t wake them or else they’ll never go back to bed” you say lightly, in hopes of gaining a smile from Wanda but all you hear in response is Wanda rushing out of the room like a woman on a mission.

Sighing, you get out of bed and tread to the hallway. As you approach their room, you see Wanda is already sitting on the bed, slowly stroking Tommy’s cheek before moving to Billy’s. It looks like they migrated into the same bed after you left the room. Ever since the incident, they’ve reverted to sleeping in the same bed again. As you enter, you approach the window that overlooks the beds and adjust the digital baby monitor you’ve had to purchase since moving into this new house. After the first night of waking up to screams of horror, you both wanted to ensure their safety from the convenience of your room.

You could still remember the glare you received from Wanda when you mentioned the idea of returning to your bedroom at night instead of sleeping with the twins for a night. You would have thought that you said the evilest thing in the world from the way she refused to speak to you for the rest of the day. It wasn’t until you brought it up again with their therapist that she had actually agreed it would be better to start the transition now that you were in a new city.

Wanda was reluctant to agree but only under the condition that cameras were installed around the house in case something happens. You didn’t think that you needed to do something that drastic yet, so you both eventually compromised with the baby monitor. It hasn’t even been a full week yet, but the boys were handling it far better than you had expected. Ever since the move, they’ve taken things even better than you and Wanda had. It made your heart swell with love when you saw how peaceful and carefree they looked as they slept.

Wanda leans forwards, pressing a kiss onto each of their cheeks before standing up. She lets out a shaky breath, reaching out for your hand now that she’s been able to believe that her family was safe. You grab her hands and guide her back to your bedroom.

As you lay back down in bed, you could tell something was still preventing Wanda from fully relaxing again.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I… I don’t understand these dreams. It's a life that’s so different from mine, one without you or the boys. And it scares me so much” she confesses, her grip tightening on your hand. “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost this, lost you. Each night I’m reliving the same nightmare that always ends with me alone, with everyone around me dead”

You kiss her head and rub her back.

“What if she’s still inside of me? And I try to hurt you or the twins again, I would never forgive myself” she says frantically, working herself up again. This was the first time she’s ever explained what her nightmares were about.

“Wanda look at me,” you say firmly, before grabbing her hands. “We are safe, and you are safe. The tests have all confirmed that she is gone and she’ll never come back. You’re my wife, and the mother to the best kids in the world. I know you’ll never do anything to hurt our family. And I will never let anything happen to you or the boys, again” you speak with so much conviction that it springs tears in Wanda’s eyes.

“It won’t be easy but soon we’ll heal from this, and it’ll become a distant memory. Our love is strong enough to get through this, but you can’t bottle it all in. I need you to trust and let me be there for you, for however long it takes. You’re not alone and you’ll never be as long as I’m here”

“Okay” she sobs out. “Don’t ever let go, I’m afraid of what I’ll become if you did. I can’t do this without you”

“Never. I’m not going anywhere” you promise.

You don’t remember how long you spent holding Wanda until all you heard was her soft snores. You look towards your alarm and instantly know that your time to rest has come to an end. You get up and begin preparing for the day, knowing the boys would be up for school soon. It feels like your body has been moving on autopilot for the past two months, and you had no idea how much longer you could sustain with the current pace of your lives.

The only thing motivating you now was the hope that tomorrow would be better than the day before, and with this glass-half-full mindset, you could see the progress (no matter how slow it feels). Wanda opening up to you was a step in the right direction. You could continue to play the strong and invincible if it meant keeping her from falling apart. You couldn't help but feel a little out of your depth when it comes to her issues. What did you know about magical powers or the multiverse? It was only then that you realized the truth of Maria’s words from earlier. If you were going to be there for Wanda then you needed to accept that things may never go back to how they were. This life is your new normal.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #casualtyoflove

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gayerthanevertbh · 1 year

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pairings: toxic!scarlett johansson x reader

warnings: scarlett being an ass, angst. just angst. there ain’t no happy ending.

notes: just thoughts lol enjoy! x

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“Come in.”

Scarlett gave me a short nod and walked to the living room before I did. She sat down on the chair and removed her coat, showing off her muscled arms as well as she fainted tattoo I still don’t understand why she had to remove it. She tightens up her ponytail before whispering under her breath, “Who’s he?”

“Who’s what?” I asked, dumbfounded.

She didn’t even give me a kiss.

“The boy on your Instagram… story? I don’t know,” she lets out a frustrated sigh, pinching down her nose bridge. “Who is he? Is he a friend? What–”

“How can you see my Instagram story?” it’s not like I was hiding anything from her, I was just surprised that she could see what was going on throughout my life on social media. “I don’t understand–”

“Are you that stupid?” she stands up, putting both of her hands on her hips, I could see her nose flaring with pure anger. This wasn’t just pure jealousy, it was showing possessiveness. It stung. “I have an Instagram account! Not officially, but I can see what you’re doing there!”

“Scarlett, he’s nothing. He’s just a friend from school,” I said, mellowing down on the situation. “Please, can we not fight tonight? I haven’t seen you since last month.”

“We aren’t avoiding this conversation.”

“I’m not saying we are,” I sighed through my mouth. “But you have to understand that Zack is nothing but my friend. Do you even trust me?”

Scarlett scoffs, then laughs as if something is funny. And for me, I felt embarrassed by what was going on. Even though we weren’t in public, I felt humiliated; unworthy of her trust. She yelled, “You’re fucking cheating on me!”

It’s the mere fact that she has the audacity to say I’m a cheater when she’s still married to her husband and won’t admit her love for me. This is what gets me thinking, did I even deserve this kind of treatment from her? This doesn’t occur a lot, but it’s been hurting my heart as if there are thousands of knives shoving right through my chest. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I could feel tears streaming down from my eyes, I wanted to speak out.

“I… I–”

She shows me a picture of Zack holding me by the shoulder, and grins as if he won the prize. The photo was innocent; we weren’t sharing a sexual glance or a fishy smell where you can assume that I’m in love with him. How would I? I’ve poured my heart out on her. And now she’s accusing me of cheating on her when she’s been doing the same to her husband.

The audacity.

“Y-You can’t say these things to me and pretend that you aren’t doing the same thing,” I whispered, feeling my voice crack – I feel utterly embarrassed for being too weak. “If I had a boyfriend or a girlfriend, so what? You’re acting as if you’re the saint here.”

Scarlett sighs angrily and tries to grab my wrist, but I quickly take a step back while my chest heaves. Everything hurts. Her words and her glare hurts me, it’s like I can’t escape any from it. I can hear her say, “You better shut the fuck up and tell me that you’re mine.”

“I can’t be truly yours when you’re married–”

“But we are married!” she shouts, finally bursting into tears. She points hard at her chest, reddening when she keeps poking her skin. “We–God, you and I are fucking married! I married you in bed!”

“That is out of love but not legal, Scarlett!” I shouted back, licking my dry lips. “You’re married to John legally, you and I got married in bed because we are so in love with each other! I’m not your actual wife.”

“Don’t fucking do this to me right now,” she whispers, holding her head down as her voice shakes; I could hear my heart crushing into pieces. “D-Don’t hurt me like this, please don’t… I’m sorry. Okay? I shouldn’t have yelled–”

“You said that I was stupid.”

She nods, whispering, “I didn’t mean it.” you meant it. “I was just angry, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking–”

“I think we should break up.”

Her head lifts up, tears evident in her eyes, and I watch her as she shakes her head relentlessly. Muttering out: “No… no you can’t say that. We’re meant to be together.”

“If we are meant to be together, then let time choose itself. Right now, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t–” I take a deep breath as I looked down at my right finger, almost regretting what I said when I saw the silver ring on my left finger that she gave me that night. It’s simple but means so much more than anything else in this world. She quickly cups my hand as she raises my palm, kissing the inside of it – I could feel my heart beat again.

“Don’t leave me.”

“You’re hurting me right now.”

“I’ll divorce him.”

“You’ve said that multiple times,” I chuckled, wiping my tears away with my other hand. Scarlett shakes her head and touches my left cheek, pulling us closer. But I needed the distance, I needed to stay away from her. “Scarlett, don’t do this–”

“I love you, Mrs. Johansson.”

“We aren’t married.”

The name Mrs. Johansson prickles my heart too well.

She lets out a whimper, a defeated whimper. She knew that there was no escape from this, that this was bound to happen and she just had to accept it. Without me, she wouldn’t survive. How could she? I was the only girl that made her happy for two years. If she lets this go now, she’ll never recover. She needs me.

She needs you.

I took off the ring on my finger and opened her right hand, closing her fingers as I sobbed out, “Take care of him, okay? Don’t ever hurt someone like this again.”

“I can’t live without you,” she whispers, not trying to control her tears anymore. When I tried turning around, she hugged me tightly in her arms – I almost assumed I’ve lost my breath. She nuzzles her head into my neck, chanting, “I can’t live without you, I can’t live without you…”

But she had no choice; I had to go either way. And if “destiny” let’s say happens, then I know I’ll be hers all over again. I simply removed her wrists around my waist and asked her kindly to get out.

It took a while for her to register that it was over until she gave a defeated sad smile and left, screaming outside for eternity.

i love tasha bear esp when she looks like from “marriage story”, “we bought a zoo”, and “rough night”. I NEED TASHA BEAR.

#scarlett johansson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #scarlett johansson angst #natasha angst #black widow x reader #scarlett johansson x you #a's oneshots!

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toomuchracket · 7 months

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d word girlie and matty having their vegas moment drunk yelling on the sunroof

at one point in the journey you're like "omg wait the sunroof i can have my perks of being a wallflower tunnel moment" and matty's like "babe wtf are you talking about lol" and you're like "jesus fucking christ not another thing to add to the list of shit you haven't seen. anyway. you stand out the sunroof while a really kinda dramatic song is playing - it's heroes by bowie in the film - and it's all cinematic". matty's like "ok yeah sure i fuck with this. can i join in?", and you're like "yeah sure whatever lol"; there's a longer-than-ideal debate about what song you're using (personally i think chinatown by bleachers and bruce springsteen), but once you decide then you both squish through the sunroof and have your Moment. you kiss after it because hello it's you guys, and then you get giggly and progressively louder until matty starts screaming excitedly lol - you initially laugh, but he's like "join in! it's fun", so you do. and it IS fun, just taking the piss and having fun yelling random shit with your boyfriend; at one point, though, matty screams "i love the girl next to me so fucking much!! i am going to marry her!!", and you blush before scream-replying "i love the guy next to me even more!! and i cannot wait to marry him!!", which makes HIM blush. after that, the screaming stops, and matty kisses you like "i mean it", and you're like "so do i" - there's more kissing, and then you're like "tbf we ARE in vegas, and there are two potential witnesses in the car...", and matty thinks for a second before he says "as much as i want you to be my wife right now, nah. i wanna plan this. you deserve ceremony, celebration - you are a princess, after all". you snuggle into him like "yeah, YOUR princess", and matty's like "too fucking right" <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty

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sanrielle · 5 months

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⭐️ - for the directors cut ask <3 hope you’re doing okay!!

I'm doing pretty well, thanks :D Hope you are too! Thanks for the ask :)

So this goes back a bit, but it's related to my smut fic, 'As Long As You Need Me', which was left kind of open-ended (mostly to avoid angst). I had ideas for a non-canon sequel--basically an AU--that would take place 20-25 years later. Rather than letting their issues/jobs get in the way of happiness, Toph and Sokka would end up with some accidental kids over the years and figure things out together.

I never wrote this fic, but I did write a scene. It's formatted as a diary entry from the POV of Suyin, the youngest of five. She has a twin brother named Koda, who is deaf and blind. Her other siblings are Kya (Sokka totally stole the name before Katara could use it lol), Ilia, and Lin. Suyin is meant to be ten in the fic, but she tells a story from when she was a couple years younger.

Anyway, I've dug that scene out of my dusty chest-o-abandoned-WIPs :D

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Two years ago, we went to the Lantern Festival and Mom punched a guy in the face!! It was AWESOME.

(Since she started the police force back before Kya was born, she’s good friends with the Chief so she got off with a warning.)

But anyway, here’s what happened:

“We’re going to go find our friends,” Ilia said when we got there. She and Kya always went off on their own.

“Can I go with them??” Lin begged.

“No way! We’re not here to babysit!”

“It’s not babysitting! I’m not a little kid!”

I just kept quiet while they argued, knowing me and Koda would be staying with Mom and Dad whatever happened.

“Mom, c’mon,” Lin said. “At least let me go find my friends.”

Mom probably would’ve let her go, but Dad interrupted.

“C’mon, Lin. It’ll be fun! Remember last year, how we snuck into the parade?”

“Ugh, that was so embarrassing!”

“Oh, give it a rest,” Mom said. “You loved it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Mom was right— She and Lin had ‘borrowed’ a dragon costume and run up and down the parade with it. Me and Koda stayed with Dad and climbed onto one of the floats. It was a lot of fun because I got to climb up to the top and wave at people like I was a princess or something.

Anyway, by the time Lin gave up arguing and agreed to come with us, Kya and Ilia were gone. I wished they’d come with us and we could’ve all gone together, but I guess they’re just too grown up to hang out with their parents and siblings :(

We walked around for a little while and played some games, then went to where there were a bunch of food carts by the park and got a little bit of everything. We sat in the grass and pigged out while listening to a band.

Koda was really happy that day. I guess he could feel the beat of the music or something because he got up and started dancing, making excited, happy noises.

He’s never said any words—how would he know them?—so the noises he makes sound a little funny, I guess. He makes different sounds if he’s sad or happy or scared or mad, but I think only people in our family can tell the difference.

Another family walked past and they had a boy about my age. I saw him point at Koda and say something to his dad. I couldn’t hear them but Mom has SUPER hearing and she must’ve heard what the dad said because she got up and stomped over to him all angry. Even though I tried SO hard to listen, I don’t know what she said, but at least I got to see her punch him right in the nose!

It was HILARIOUS! The guy fell right on his BUTT and his face was all bloody! Dad got up real quick and went over there. The guy was yelling and his wife was yelling. Koda was still dancing and making noises, not caring about anything else in the world, so I got up and danced with him. When Mom was done yelling, she and Dad came back and we all danced together—even Lin!

#tokka #tokka fanfic

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Hi! Thank you for answering my ask!! I love all your and your wife's takes on them :] I was wondering why you think columbo has a husband? (I completely support the idea and have integrated it into my columbo ideas!! I just like hearing how it came to be! :D)

lol it happened the same way all of my best ideas happen... as a joke. my wife was the columbo fan long before i got into it, and she finally convinced me to watch one episode just to see how it went. when columbo finally showed up, i saw he wasn't wearing a wedding ring and pointed at the tv screen and yelled GAY. after the episode was over (by which point i was like fully obsessed btw) my wife was like. i can't stop thinking about what you said. and i was like what did i say?? (already forgotten) and she was like you said columbo was gay. how had i never thought about that before. and i was like i mean it was a joke but also it would be an interesting read on the guy if he were just gay and had a man at home that he pretended was his wife. after all this is the 70s. and los angeles too! where are the gays !!!

so it made sense to me. i knew right away as we started watching the series that this guy was a Big liar who banked on getting these killers to relate to him or find him to be such a rube that they underestimated him. it made sense that he would tell complete lies. why not lie about having a wife? was that honestly that much of a stretch??? not to me anyway and the fact that we never saw her helped fuel that angle. i also loved the angle of this working class blue collar homosexual man infiltrating high heterosexual society. it was just fun to think about! we never really conceptualized Columbo's Husband into anything concrete until i started writing my novels length of fic (no you can't read these, i am very sorry, they are amazing tho just trust me) and it came time to make him into a real character. i honestly have to credit my wife for coming up with most of his personality and his name. now he's very real to me and beloved by me. also some of the moments in the series are just more poignant to me in the context of Gay Columbo (like, for example, the moment where his house gets bugged in identity crisis, one of the RARE moments that truly fucks columbo up! almost as if he's been found out or something......)

so honestly that's why. mostly just because i think it's a more interesting read than the standard face value "columbo has a wife" interpretation. but tbh i've always rejected the common analysis of him as bumbling small bean cinnamon roll uwu blorbo wife guy because i think the character is way too complex to be diluted into that. and i find that interpretation to be dumb, sorry! columbo is a liar! he is not nice! he deceives these rich idiots and does not really think twice before doing it! he will go to great lengths to fuck over these people! he's smart and acts dumb as all hell..... AND he's gay. 🏳️‍🌈🇮🇹 ✌🏻😎

#asks #no but i just enjoy the complexity of a man with his own rigid moral code but who is also like. very shifty about it lol #and his duplicitousness goes hand in hand with the gay frame of analysis too #also and more importantly it is fun to imagine him talking about his jewish husband whenever he says his wife yells at ice cream trucks

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horsetailcurlers2 · 30 days

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back again with my obnoxiously long stream of thoughts while watching greys anatomy for the first time (SEASON 17 bc the show is going downhill but i’ve invested way too much time to give up now)

-i really don’t like watching the covid seasons of tv shows. it just makes me depressed

-i have been getting to the point where idk if the show is worth watching anymore, but i’m going to stick it out and also cut this season some slack

-i like the flashback thing. maybe this is dumb but i’m wondering if some of that was footage they already had before covid happened and they found a way to repurpose it??

-“i’m not okay with you dying, owen” very unrelatable, teddy

-at the risk of sounding like i care for owen hunts well-being, i am BEGGING for him to just be single for once in his life. figure your shit out without having to have a new wife every five minutes. i thought he’d make progress with that therapy thing but at the end of it he was just like “figuring out the root of my trauma made me realize i DO love teddy :D”

-DEREK??????

-i know she’s not dead but this also isn’t the same limbo from the drowning incident so i’m confused

-so are we saying that heaven is canon in the greys anatomy universe??????

-owen has every right to be pissed at teddy, but it sounds like he’s forgetting he also cheated on his first wife lol. not that that makes it okay, i just mean that some of the things he’s saying are beyond hypocritical

-i am the worst person in the world for shitting on a child actor like this but the little girl that plays zola sucks at fake crying

-NO NOT DELUCA

-a death has not upset me this much on this show since mark and lexie

-part of the difference in the writing that i was talking about with the last few seasons is that i feel like they aren’t letting us draw our own conclusions about how we’re supposed to feel about things anymore. like they’re telling us through dialogue exactly what we’re supposed to think and feel about every situation and it’s kind of annoying. or it’s spelling out exactly what each character is feeling all the time instead of showing us. the dialogue is just sort of forced and clunky and after-school-special-y

-i like that there’s been more of a focus on teddy. other than the henry storyline, she’s sort been a bit unexplored until recently

-damn teddy’s life really has just been rife with tragedy

-tell him amelia !! get his ass

-is teddmelia a ship??? i kind of want it to happen

-lexie and deluca would’ve gotten along like a house on fire :(

-the beach is beautiful and the scenes are great but i DO NOT need to be seeing derek’s bare feet and ankles so much

-“i just really need to be crying right now” amelia is so real

-this season is the most upsetting to me i think because it’s the most real. i think that’s why i don’t like covid seasons of shows. other seasons might draw inspo from real world events but in 2020 there was no way to write a show without talking about all the awful tragedy going on so even if they try to infuse hope into all the bleakness there’s no escapism. which i’m not saying is a bad thing at all. like it would’ve been worse to just write the storylines as if nothing was happening in the real world.

-baileys immediate reaction to the guy who thinks covid is fake being to go to the stairwell and just yell “WHAT? WHAT?!” is so real

-i like the idea of jo switching to OB but i think it’s a little ignorant and naive to say it’s because it’s “happier” than surgery. like realistically it’s bc she likes the idea of bringing babies into the world bc she’s been unpacking the way she came into the world and stuff. but saying it’s happier just feels like a way of saying “easier” and i thought we were past the weird elitist attitude a lot of the characters had towards obstetrics and gynecology in the early seasons.

-i’m happy for tom with his activism and his hospital shares

-a semi public proposal and using the kids to pressure her (inadvertently?) does not seem like amelia’s style even if she hadn’t been questioning whether or not she wanted to get married.

-overall a good chunk of this season was alternately too bleak or too boring. i wish we got to know winston a bit more. everyone felt just slightly off kilter. giving it a pass bc covid season. hopefully the next season (and my possible reaction/commentary??? if it’s worth reacting to) will be better

#greys anatomy #this season was a mixed bag #i liked that they touched on a lot of really important topics like the BLM movement and the covid morbidity rate #but i wish they’d fleshed out the stories a bit more #these are all tagged under #greys reactions #is anybody still reading these!!#i want something interesting to happen on the show!!!#i’m trying to stick it out so i can watch season 20 w the rest of y’all #meredith gray #derek shepherd #andrew deluca #jo wilson

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skyloftian-nutcase · 10 months

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Well I’ve only had Age’s dad for a day and I already took away his arm lol. I was thinking that he lost his arm during his heroic moment that gave him such a high honor but decided to lose his arm sometime after the calamity or something. There’s this battle in AOC and idk if you’ve played the game or if you care for spoilers but let’s just say it’s a good way to get rid of his arm. The limp in his leg caused him to make a mistake and he lost his arm. Age was there of course and he felt a lot of guilt over it. Unfortunately with the loss of his arm, he was discharged as a body guard and retired back home with his wife and daughter. He’s happy, but he does miss the action. He’s actually learned how to fight with one arm and still is phenomenal at shield surfing. Foolishly, he likes to go to mount Hylia at times to get the best slopes down. But what makes him sad is how little he can see Link.

I literally yelled OH NO when I read that he lost his arm awwwwwwwwww poor baby T-T D:

I have Age of Calamity, I've gotten to the point where Zelda awakens her powers but haven't managed to beat the battle at Fort Hateno yet. That game is hard. Not to mention I don't have the stamina for it most days lol, those battles last like half an hour on average XD But it's fun seeing how the story differs.

Poor CalamiDad, aaahhhh I want to give him the biggest hug PLEASE TELL HIM I LOVE HIM OK

At least he gets to be with his wife and daughter <3 But not as much with Link </3 OH MY HEART

SMILES I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

#you ask skye answers #lovely smilesrobotlover #thank you for sharing all your dads with me I adore them <3 #I am still cracking up at how you described Abel LOL #even when I try to let him be happy there's always something XD #poor guy can't catch a break LOL #link between links

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peachmango-kombucha · 1 year

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My First Indie Show :D

Hello everyone!

I went to my first indie show last Sunday (3/19) and had an awesome time. Create-A-Pro held one not too far away from me. I wanted to go for two reasons: 1. I missed the previous one back in February (the one where Caster and MJF were on commentary) and 2. I wanted to go to an indie show for once and support local wrestlers. Plus, the tickets were affordable!

I didn't really know what to expect besides knowing the action would be way closer than I'm used to. I sat in the second to last row just like a shy college student on the first day of class. I didn't want to be too close to the action. As the seats filled up, everyone else stood around us.

But I was close enough to see wrestlers and their family members walk past me. Brian Myers' wife and two daughters walked past me a few times and so did a couple of other wrestlers. I even saw Tommy Dreamer signing autographs and selling merch in a separate room where merch tables were set up.

The bumps sounded brutal and I mean *brutal*. I wasn't the one taking bumps but I could feel the pain from hearing bodies hit the mat multiple times.

The crowd was super hot for all of the matches on the card. A couple of fans yelled at the wrestlers and the wrestlers responded back with their own insults or responses. During one match, a kid yelled out "no one likes you" to one of the wrestlers. That wrestler turned around and was like "who said that?!" Everyone pointed at the kid who crossed his arms and looked very proud of himself. The wrestler then told the kid, "how about I go over there and eat your family?!" That shit was hilarious.

There was a 15 minute intermission to give fans some time to breathe after going crazy for the first half of the show. This was also a great opportunity to meet and buy merch from wrestlers.

The signing/merch room was packed with people. I squeezed my way through to get to B3cca's table. I really wanted to meet her after seeing clips of her perform at 16 Carat for wXw. I was starstruck and my anxiety kinda got the best of me lol All I could say was "It's so nice to meet you! I saw you in 16 Carat and you were awesome!"

She was super sweet and told me wXw was great to her. I bought a t-shirt, a scrunchie, and a picture from her. And this is when it gets even more embarrassing. She asked who should she make this out to and I said "Chloe". "Chloe" is a new nickname of mine I started using on Discord recently but my stupid ass forgot how to spell that shit. I showed her the name on my Instagram profile and she was able to spell it correctly. I apologized and told her it's a new nickname I've been using recently.

And here is where it gets even worse and served as a reminder for me to bring cash to the next indie event I go to. The room where wrestlers were selling merch had terrible service so I wasn't able to send B3cca the money I owed her through Venmo. I apologized profusely. She sent me an Instagram request to follow me and I accepted her request just so she could DM me a screenshot of her Venmo QR code. I told her I'd step out for a few minutes to send her the money and with a smile she was like "it's okay, I trust you."

Finally, I was able to send her the money I owed her and left her a message saying "for the merch. Thank you!" That shit was nerve-wracking omg. This ordeal prevented me from wanting to get merch from Brian Myers cuz I wasn't trying to embarrass myself again.

The rest of the show was even more electric leading up to the main event. And seeing the wrestlers who performed in the previous matches stand along the wall and watch along with us was cool to see.

After the show ended, I went back to B3cca to buy a sticker from her. Thankfully, I had a $5 bill I found in my pocket during the show to give to her. I thanked her again for all the merch.

By the end of this show I told myself that I needed to seek out more indie shows in my area. I may not be able to see AEW or WWE whenever they come around because of ticket prices but I damn sure would be able to afford going to an indie show. And I'll get to discover up and coming wrestlers, too.

100/10, would highly recommend.

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i work with elderly folks at my job and they are so cute n friendly. so i will talk about my favorites

(disclaimer: idk all their names yet bc im bad at names so i will give them fun nicknames)

trickster grandpa - always making goofy faces at me from across the room just to get me to smile (i have a resting sad face). pretends to try to steal stuff from my bussing cart. gets lovingly scolded by his wife for being goofy. would probably tell me insane tall tales if i was his grandkid. (he calls me "buddy" :D)

beverly - world's sweetest smile. always asks me how i'm doing and says she'll pray for me whenever i tell her i'm feeling a lil tired/down.

señora aurora - mexican, reminds me of my abuelita. woman of steel, survived a terrible car crash with only a broken rib. has a cat named jacob (named him after my coworker).

parisian lady - 103-year-old woman from paris, france. speaks with a heavy french accent and can't hear very well, so you kinda have to yell into her ear lol. shockingly fit for her age as she scoots about at ludicrous speed with her walker.

hand-holding grandma - loves to hold your hand/arm with a firm grip. i cut my finger on broken glass weeks ago and she's still concerned about it.

#toph musings #jobs are tough but this one is soooo much better than my old grocery store one #the people are nice and patient :D

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HELLO!!! i have uno request :D

youtuber mc x member of your choice whos a fan of her and goes to her fanmeet and they talk but cant seem to get over the sparks in each other eyes, like disgustingly in love and all that stuff yknow? 😌😌bonus points if one of them is the shy-est (?) person on the planet lol 😳THANK YOU MY LOVE i shall sign out now BYE~

i'm glad people can't see when requests were sent bc i'm ashamed-

hope you enjoy it, wife <3 and as always, thank you @daechwitatamic for being an amazing person 💜 and for beta reading, too.

To say he is excited would be an understatement.

When Jimin found out you, his favorite youtuber, were coming to his city for a fan meet… he lost it. He remembers the moment with a lot of precision - he was helping Hoseok set the table and the topic came up.

“Did you buy your tickets?” Hoseok asked nonchalantly as if Jimin would know what he was talking about.

“Uh… what are we talking about?” Jimin replied, folding the napkins and putting them next to each plate.

When he noticed Hoseok going still, he went still, too. Just as he was about to repeat the question, the aforementioned man pulled his phone out and went straight to their group chat, scrolling until he found what he was looking for.

DANCING WITH MYSELF, Y/N, THE FAN MEETS.

Scanning the picture as fast as he could, he realized Hoseok was showing him that because your team had published the dates for the upcoming fan meets, and the one for his city was… in three days?!

Fuck. He had to be fast. Continuing his scan to see if there was any information about where the tickets were being sold, he saw the link at the bottom of the picture; he left the room to grab his computer, praying to every god out there that he could still have a chance to buy tickets. He heard Hoseok yell “you’re welcome, brat!”, but he didn’t pay any attention to it.

His fingers missed some of the keys, making him waste more minutes than he would have liked. Once he was inside the website, he clicked everywhere he had to, typed the digits of his card number, read the information twice to make sure he was buying the right thing. And boom, he was getting an email confirming his purchase for this Friday.

Only then was he able to register the sound of Namjoon yelling at him, asking him to go downstairs because everyone was starving and waiting for him. Putting on his best poker face, he walked downstairs and sat down, clearing his throat as if nothing had happened. He grabbed a piece of chicken, served it on his plate, and cut into it. However, the two pairs of eyes on him made him feel uneasy, so he covered his mouth and asked a shy “what?”.

“The fuck do you mean what?” Namjoon mocked him, passing him the rice. “Did you or did you not get the tickets to see your wife?!”

“First of all, she is not my wife… but yes I did!” Jimin exclaimed, banging his fist against the table repeatedly.

Both Namjoon and Hoseok hollered, discussing all the details with Jimin. The youngest couldn’t stop daydreaming about the moment, the day he would finally get to meet you.

And that’s where he finds himself now, standing in line, trying to not gawk at you. The way your sincere, bright smile is making his heart ache doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but he swallows it down the closer he gets to being the next one who gets to talk to you. Jimin makes a mental run-through of all the things he wanted to say to you, knowing he only had 8 minutes to do so, and let you speak too.

When the person before him gets their turn, he grabs his phone and lets the eight minutes run on the timer. It takes a lot of effort to not be checking the time constantly - the minutes do pass a lot faster than he thought they would. That seemed to be a good thing until he started questioning his minutes. Would he get to say everything he wanted? What if he doesn’t talk at all and lets you do it?

A snap pulls him out of his thoughts, looking at the staff member that is letting him know his turn is one minute away from starting. Shaking his head and body, trying to get rid of the anxiety, he runs a hand through his locks to tame his hair - which looked perfect, but the boy felt like a mess right now - and walks to where you are, behind the table. Why do you have to look so perfect? He looks at his shoes and inhales deeply, looking back at you with a smile on his face. Clearing his throat so he could greet you, your words beat him to it.

“Can’t believe a darling like you is nervous to meet me.”

Jimin, your eight minutes are running, say something! He mentally scolds himself and scrunches his nose, trying to ignore the burning feeling on his cheeks.

“You’re my inspiration, Y/N. How am I supposed to not be nervous? I do not wanna screw this up…” Jimin mentions, opening his bag and pulling a knitted dancer doll out, setting it on the table. “I-I’m Jimin. I got this for you - picked this outfit in specific because that was what you were wearing in the video I found you with.”

“That video will always be one of my favorites, you know? It was a breakthrough for me, helped me decide what I wanted to do with my channel. It started as dance tips, covers… but when things started going downhill for me and had to part ways with my dance studio, I told myself ‘speak about it, help others who might be in your position or need to remember the only person they should try to please with their dancing should be themselves’. And I’m so happy I did,” you confess, grabbing the doll and hugging it with one arm.

“Besides being a dancer and finding your tips very, very useful,” Jimin begins, shooting you a wink, slowly getting rid of that shy persona that was enclosing him, “you helped me through a rough patch where I was losing my passion, forgetting why I even started dancing. Finding you was a gift.”

With a small pout, you reach out for Jimin’s hand and give it a tight squeeze, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. Looking at your wrist, he notices a gleam in your eyes before you reach to untie a bracelet from your wrist and hand it to him.

“Here, have this, Jimin. I have another one at home. But don’t tell anyone I gave it to you, okay? It will be our little secret. You got me a precious doll and some words I will carry with me forever, I got you this.” With a giggle, you close his hand around the bracelet since he can’t stop staring at it dumbfounded.

The warmth of your hand snaps him out of his trance and he pulls out his phone, opening the camera app.

“My eight minutes are almost over, can we take a selfie? I will show my wrist and you can show the doll?” He suggests, shyness coating his words.

Once you agree, he turns around so the angle of the picture isn’t awkward and takes the picture, showing it to you. He feels his hands - and heart - go crazy when you suggest taking another one, but doing the same pose together. You both do a peace sign, still with your gifts showing, and Jimin is quick to say his goodbyes and thank you again when the guard walks to him, about to tell him his minutes are up.

The next time Jimin sees you is through a screen. The couches in the living room are pushed back so he can have some space to try the new dance routine you posted a day ago. He gets up from the floor as the computer is set, but sits down again when he notices a familiar “figure” in the background. Is that… no it couldn’t be, could it? Waiting for a clearer frame, he squeals when he realizes the doll he had gifted you could be seen in the background, sitting on a counter.

The smile he carries can’t be erased from his face, and it continues to grow with the sound of your sweet voice guiding him through the steps of this new routine, praising and encouraging every person behind the screen even if you can’t see them.

By the time he is done with the routine and has nailed it the way he knows he can only when reaching his full potential, he is starving, stomach growling loudly. Checking his phone, the bright screen telling him it’s 20:05, he goes to his room to retrieve a hoodie and a baseball cap so he can head out. His gut is asking him for a burger with some fries from that place a few blocks away - they make these fresh, unique burgers and their fries are perfectly seasoned, making quality leagues better than what McDonald’s could offer - he wouldn’t trade the food quality.

The night is beautifully serene and clear, a perfect balance between chilly and warm. He lets his memory guide his steps the right way to the restaurant, it soon becomes visible. Getting his wallet out of his pocket, he opens the door and heads inside, going straight to the line. The place is packed for a Tuesday night, fragments of conversations reach his ears but he can’t really understand them, the smell of food invades his nostrils and causes his stomach to growl again, embarrassing enough. The line advances little by little, and the couple in front of him is ordering their food now.

Wait a minute… The voice of the girl in front of him sounds familiar. Extremely familiar.

Said girl turns to look at the man beside her as he makes his order, and that’s when it hits him. It’s you, Y/N. He would prefer it if you turned around so he could actually confirm it, but as a big fanboy, he is 99% sure it is you. The guy who is with you has to be your boyfriend; the way he hugs you while you wait for your receipt says a lot, and you seem comfortable around him. That guy is… tall, handsome, and has a deep voice. But he feels you two look alike, getting a good look at him when you move to the other side of the room to wait for your food.

Well, of course, your boyfriend had to be someone as pretty as you.

The guy behind the register takes Jimin’s order and instructs him to go to the other side of the room - where you are - to wait for his food. He reluctantly walks over there, his mind a twisted mess. He wants you to recognize him, talk to him for a while, see if you are wearing the bracelet. But what if you aren’t wearing it? What if your presumed boyfriend turns out to be a jealous dickhead and caused a scene?

He lets out a quiet groan that apparently is quiet to him only, because you turn around, your expression full of surprise.

“Jimin, is that you?” You ask while discreetly pointing at your wrist knowing only he would understand.

“Oh, Y/N, hi! Nice seeing you have excellent taste in food.”

Jimin points at the menu and then to the receipt in your hand with the arm that has the bracelet on, coyly smiling your way.

“This is my brother, Jake, he suggested this place and decided to give it a try.” You present him, looking at Jimin who is not good at hiding the sigh of relief he emits.

Jake chuckles as he notices the sigh, too. He stretches his arm for Jimin to give him a handshake, and Jimin follows. Jake then takes the receipt out of your hand and goes back to the line when the number on the receipt is called, food hot and ready for you to dig in. You walk closer to him, toying with the beads on the bracelet on his wrist.

“Now that I know Jake is not your boyfriend… would you be up to going out with me someday?”

“Thought the question would never come. But why did you think he was my boyfriend?” You snicker, playfully hitting his shoulder. “Was it the hugs?”

“That, and the fact that you guys look good together. You are both handsome, with great physique… Yeah.” Jimin mumbles the last part, shrugging.

He hears the number on his receipt get called, reminding him of the hunger he is feeling. You follow him to the counter, though, catching him by surprise.

“You flatter me - I can say the same thing about you. However, the physique is not the only thing I’m after. I’m choosing personality a thousand times before looks. So, sure, I’m free later, tomorrow, the day after, any day you want to go.” You lean forward, a pen in hand, and write your phone number on his receipt.

He got your number! His long-time crush gave him her phone number. Yet, as always, you continue to leave him stunned. This time in the shape of a kiss on the cheek, followed by a shy “goodbye” from you.

God. He was going to give you the date of your life.

#jimin drabble #jimin fluff #jimin oneshot #lovely people #answered #red five diamonds in my queue #hobateas #my wife <3 #bts drabble #bts x reader #jimin x reader

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nanamismoonchild · 2 years

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chapter 10- tartarus

pairing: god!namjoon x goddess!reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: mention of sex, talk of killing a person, nothing too bad, also (probably wrong) use of greek language kun means bitch :D

wc: ~1.5k

a/n: i am so sorry for the long long long loooooooooooooooooooong wait for this chapter. and with it being short too(?) yeah i deserve to be cursed out lol. But anyway! my beta (somebody’s uncle; as they would like to be called) wants a redemption arc?

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By the time they made it to the pit of Tartarus, Persephone was thoroughly satiated. Namjoon had her orgasm on his tongue multiple times. He had tried to do more, but Persephone stopped him.

“You don’t want a lowly servant like Hyojin to witness the most precious thing you will ever have?”

He sighed before leaning back in his seat, “No, I don’t. But perhaps when we get back to the castle…” He trailed off, giving her his puppy eyes.

“We’ll see. It depends on how I feel.”

“Right,” he said before placing another kiss on her lips and sitting her upright.

He glanced at Hyojin, who was still shaking and crying, and shook his head in disgust. If only he had known that the woman was going mad from being his personal servant for so long, he would have let her go to the Meadows long ago. He knew she had a crush, but nothing that he couldn’t handle. A small smile here and there shouldn’t have made her leap over the canyon of insanity.

To think she would be queen and be on Namjoon’s side was bold of her–and quite stupid, he thought to himself. She wouldn’t have been able to handle Yoongi or Taehyung. Two of the most…uncanny gods Namjoon dealt with on a regular basis. She rudely gave orders to Jungkook (whenever he couldn’t himself) and never said sorry; according to the ferryman, who once cried on Namjoon’s shoulder after an altercation with Hyojin, she had thrown one of his oars into the styx after a late shipment. He had to swim down and pray that he came to the surface on time.

Of course, Persephone had slit Jungkook’s lip and gum with a drachma, but she did apologize afterwards. And it did get him a new boat–well, that one may have been a result of an overcrowding issue that Namjoon should have resolved years ago.

Persephone had put Yoongi in his place mostly by insulting his famous shoes. She had made her own demands–hours before sitting on her own throne.

But that’s what Namjoon wanted in a queen. Someone who wasn’t afraid of making even Zeus understand what fear is. Persephone silenced any room she walked in, garnering respect and full-attention.

He moved his eyes to his wife who sat regal next to him, but he could tell that she was studying the plane of the Underworld. He couldn’t quite figure out if she was overwhelmed or excited of how much kingdom they had to rule together. Knowing her, though, she was already listing everything that was wrong in each realm. Gods knew he had piles of organizational mess-ups when it came to Asphodel.

“Is that Tartarus?”

Namjoon had been so lost in his thoughts that he had forgotten about their destination. He whistled for Alastor to stop close to the edge but, far enough away, that Tartarus’s pull wasn't strong enough.

“Yes, my love. This is Tartarus, but you should know that Tartarus really isn’t a thing. It's a primordial being that came before the Titans and the Gods.”

Her eyebrows drew together.

“Go close, but not too close. Tartarus’s pull is extremely strong.”

Persephone edged closer to the pit and saw nothing. Nothing but darkness greeted her eyes as she peered into the abyss. But she heard.

Screams of monsters who were damned to restore themselves for ages after being killed by either a demigod or God. Angry screams.

But there was something else she could hear–she just needed to take a step closer and maybe-

“Persephone!” Namjoon yelled as he gripped her arm and pulled her back.

She yelped and yanked her arm back. Her mouth moved to berate him before taking in the fear in his eyes.

“You do not move any closer than we are. Even now, we’re testing its strength. And more than likely, Tartarus is only letting us this close because we have something for it.”

“I understand, but do you hear that?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“The bum, bum, bum. It’s almost like a heartbeat. As if the abyss is alive.”

“It is alive, my love. I told you that Tartarus is not a thing. Just as Gaia is not simply a Goddess of the Earth, but she is the earth; Tartarus is not just a pit, it is the pit.”

A blanket of confusion must’ve fallen across her face since Namjoon cursed and mumbled, “Did Demeter teach you anything about your own heritage? Gods, that woman.” He wiped his hands across his face and sighed loudly.

“Tartarus is a God. A very old, but still terribly powerful God. Mortals, in their many stories, have simply called it another subsection of the Underworld. No, it’s the skin of a god who, if awakened fully, will upset the balance of everything.”

She nodded her head, quickly understanding what Namjoon was saying.

“Tartarus is home to the Gods’ worst enemies, including Zeus, Poseidon, and I’s father. “

“Kronos? He’s down there?” “Yes, but he’s a million different pieces and won’t be together any time soon.”

“Who else is down there?”

“More primordial gods and goddesses and monsters,” he tilted his head back and forth in thought. . “Monsters.”

A dangerous smile played across her face. “Like what?” He lifted an eyebrow in question as he answered. “Goblins, hydras, cyclops, you name it. They live down there, manifesting until they can go out into the mortal world. “

“So,” she turned towards the chariot. “Things that would keep our lovely servant busy, correct? I knew we were going to throw her in there. But, the fact there are savage creatures down there, makes it all the more better.”

They made their way over to the chariot where Alastor grazed on invisible grass. Hyojin was still in the corner. Persephone moved to grab her and she shimmied away.

“Now you’re afraid?”

Persephone rolled her eyes and motioned for Namjoon to take over. The woman was disgusting anyway. Her hair was matted in some places and her tears had mixed with mucus creating a nasty shiny effect on her face. Namjoon snatched her from her crotched position with ease–any respect he had for the woman was long gone–and dragged her to the spot they had been in earlier.

“Please, don’t kill me,” she whimpered, trying to get Namjoon to look her in the eye. Surely, he wouldn’t actually go through with it.

“We’re not,” Persephone said casually. “Whatever monster is down there will. But that’s if you survive the fall.” “I wasn’t speaking to you, idiot girl.”

“And that’s exactly why you’re going to die. Do you ever learn?” Namjoon questioned from beside Persephone.

“Loving you wasn’t a mistake, my King. She was. I should have given the perfume to you personally, then none of this stupidity would be happening. We would be so happy. Me and you, my King.” Namjoon sucked in his cheeks and looked up to the heavens. “I’m going back to the chariot. You have fun.”

“I will.”

“Wait, my king! Don’t leave me with her! I would rather you kill me than this kun.”

Persephone raised her hand and Hyojin flinched slightly.

The Queen let out a small giggle, “I wasn’t going to hit you. Only a kun would do that. And I already told you that I’m not going to kill you.” Persephone stepped behind the servant and placed her hands on the small of Hyojin’s back–who stiffened at her touch.

“One thing my mother taught me is that enemies can become friends. But you–you pushed my patience. I was willing to make you my own personal servant. I wanted to be your friend.”

“I do not want to hear your lies.”

“You will survive the fall,” she said, ignoring Hyojin. “You’ll have a couple of bruises, but nothing too bad.”

“And?”

“Indignant about your death?”

“No, you’re just talking too much.”

“You’ll do your best to survive the rest of your short journey through the pit. Eventually, you’ll meet your end. You’ll be ripped to pieces while you’re still conscious. However, because you’re nothing but a spirit, you’ll materialize again. And the cycle of your death will begin until I feel like pitying you. ”

“I will find a way back and kill-”

“Goodbye, Hyojin.”

Persephone gave her a dramatic push forward so that she skipped forward. Hyojin regained her footing before turning around and laughing in Persephone’s face.

“Is that all you’re worth? A measly push? I could do-” Hyojin’s giggling turned into screaming. She was being pulled towards the pit quickly. She tried her best to keep her feet planted to the ground.

The force that Namjoon had warned Persephone about–Tartarus’s pull–was stronger merely inches from where they had previously been standing. Hyojin didn’t stand a chance against it.

Tatarus wanted to grab hold of anything within its reaches–human,soul, god, or goddess. The monster lurking deep within its depths weren’t enough.

Hyojin was at the edge holding on for dear life when she tried once more to plead for her life.

“Please, Namjoon, please.”

“I, Queen Persephone, Goddess of the Spring and Rebirth, banish you from the Underworld. May your journey through Hell begin.”

And then she laughed as the servant’s screams grew distant until they were no more.

#deceiving the moon #btswritingcafe #hyunglinenetwork #kwritersworld #networkbangtan #bts #namjoon #hades namjoon #god namjoon #RM #bts rm #namjoon x reader #bts x reader #reader insert #persephone reader

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returning the favor. all the non sex ones for Pearson [too tired to pick all the numbers you're free to ignore the ones you don't want to do <3]

YUIPPEEE RUNNING AROUND AND YELLING SCREAMING WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME WHATS WRONG I JUST YUELL I LOVE MY FREAKING WIFE!!! AN D RUN OFF WITH NO EXPLANATION

How did you two meet? // Deciding between Pearson being a customer at Ace's shop and Ace escorting a monsterkin friend to the R.I.P., or OR maybe they met bc Atom was trying to pilfer something and they went uh where's your . guardian. and they got so distracted by Pearson that Atom was able to get away with the item LOL

Was it love at first sight, or did it take awhile for you to warm up to each other? // It wasn't immediately romantic, but con artists are either best friends or sworn enemies, and in this case Ace was quick enough on their feet to entertain rather than enrage so they're pretty good friends off the bat :]

What do the people around you think of your relationship? // Arthur is canonically very protective of their family, but I recall at some point Shou saying Arthur would egg on their thing? Or maybe that was Meryl icr- but the point stands that Arthur is hostile until they're not LOL. We already know how Salem feels (other fella dot mp3), I'd like to think Meryl would be alright with it? If not supportive. Polyam for the fucking win (separate relationships but still friends), and. I think Atom is just suffering. Atom voice stop tryna fuck my dads-

Do you have pet names for each other? // 'Pear' is a pre-established nickname Ace has for Pearson, but they both also default to normal 'dear', 'babe', etc. (Eventually I think they let people call them 'Fen' too, but only people they're close to [short for 'Fengari (Φεγγάρι)'], and Pearson would be one of them.)

Have you given your ship a name? // gestures to the ship tag. but a different one might be ace of hearts :] as an alternative

Who is the more dominant one in the relationship? // Taking this as not a sex question because I know more. Ace tends to be the one that pays in the Tallyho vers bc Pearson is flat broke, while in other versions Pearson is the one who pays for things, and you'd think that'd be an indicator of the more controlling one of the relationship, but it's honestly an even split. They both have their moments either way, but in terms of physically fighting for one another, Ace tends to do it more often because they have the power to.

What does each of you think about PDA? // It's a useful tool to avoid the police <3 (casual hand-holding is a favourite of Ace's outside escaping the police)

What do you two find to be the most attractive about one another? // Ace finds everything about Pearson attractive. A conman entrepreneur that hates his family, is outrageously Irish, and is pansexual? Their colours even match. What's not to love? Pearson would probably find Ace easy to coexist around, honestly...no expectations, no duties, they're just two stable adults shooting the shit.

10. What was your worst fight? // In Tallyho vers, regardless of canon complicity, it's probably to do with Salem (either them seeing him or working for him in the more canon-compliant vers). Outside of that it's probably just. arguments over who left what out. 11. Best gifts you two have exchanged? // Ace is a fella who gives a lot of gifts, because the shop just kinda...spawns them. They find a random object in their shop that definitely wasn't there before, get the strong feeling that 'x would like this', and they give it. Probably the best gift they've given was a hand-made one, like a ring or something. Pearson's best gift is himself, obviously- 12. Do you want/have kids? // Atom is more than enough for Pearson. Ace has Breun sooner or later, and that's good enough for them too- 13. Have you ever broken up? // Over the Salem thing, at least. It wasn't official, as they never really say they're dating, but... 14/15. Scariest/Happiest moment together? // Scariest is probably whenever Atom is in danger and they barely make it to save them. Atom is so incredibly important to the two of them, despite how Ace never really says anything (they're more actions than words). Happiest moments are domestic things. The R.I.P. succeeding is relief and pride, plus Ace isn't there for that- but shit like cooking together in the kitchen or just sitting down and resting after a long day... 16. Are you or will you ever get married? // Pearson is technically still married. If anything, they'd do it for tax benefits and the excuse of their spouse to get home to, like I stated a while ago. They do love each other, but a 'genuine' marriage isn't in the cards I think. 17. Ideal way to spend time with one another? // Doing anything but work. Walks on the docks, getting a bite at markets, etc.

19. What areas do the two of you like to be kissed on? // Ace likes the hand or the neck. Ace can't exactly 'kiss' most of the time, as most of the time they don't have a face, but they do make sure to kiss Pearson all over his silly face when they do, and he seems to like it well enough :] 20. What are the biggest relationship flaws the two of you have? // Ace is so fucking emotionally constipated and thinks everything is quid pro quo. Pearson seems the type to only be genuine behind closed doors, and I could be wrong about that, but he's also...probably rather closed off about the whole 'love' thing in Tallyho at least, not wanting to label it or say it, and being a complete mess about it. 21/22. In what ways are you similar/different? // Oh brother I could go on about this for hours. Let's just start and end it at they're both ourple conmen for similarities. As for differences, well...Pearson isn't a corpse. Nor does he have a storefront he runs. And I don't think he's being hunted down by anyone? So- 23. Who is most affectionate? // Outwardly, probably Pearson. He seems the type of fella to buy flowers and shit if he has the funds. Makes sure his partner knows he's paying attention, even when he's very stressed. 24. If the two of you are apart for a long time, who takes it the hardest? // Ace can't die. They just see it as training for the break that won't end. Pearson probably takes it worse. 25. Who said "I love you" first? // Out loud? Probably Pearson. Ace says 'I love you' in different ways. 26. What was your first kiss like? // Sticky.

29. What do the two of you wear for couples' Halloween costumes? // The idea of Morticia and Gomez Addams in a modern vers struck me (with Atom as Pugsley and Breun as Wednesday) (Meryl stays home to hand out candy maybe), but in Tallyho, probably Jekyll and Hyde, actually. 30. Who is more possessive over the other? // Ace doesn't get too possessive and neither does Pearson probably, but I think Pearson gets clingy when drunk at the very least.

32. Is jealousy a problem at all? // Finanically, probably, but relationship wise? Nah, they're both chill. 34. Who confessed first? // Again, probably Pearson, if it does happen. Ace isn't a words guy. 36. Who apologises most? // Ace. They hate being in the way and will apologise for literally fucking anything. 38. How do you comfort one another during difficult times? // Providing distractions, letting the other talk, offering solutions off experience. Neither of them are the type to willingly wallow. 39. How would both of you react to find someone hitting on the other? // That's just how it goes. They're not in an exclusive relationship, neither of them really care unless it's clear it's unwanted.

#under cut bc long #ship: aces and kings #kordian tag

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